This is my first ever published work. Of course, I'm Undertale trash sooo… I'll try to upload at earliest once a week. Latest? Every two weeks. If you don't like it, please give me pointers. If you do, tell me what you preferred. I am always taking new ideas as well. Tell me what to expand on. And without further ado, let's get into this.

A skeleton walks down the road, looking for something to eat. He wears army apparel, and carries a standard backpack for military. Many years after the war was over, and the monsters were sealed.

A man walks from his home, an unofficial Citizen Guard of this village in Home. He greets a few people. He then looks over, and sees the skeleton. He walks up to him, barring his way. At first, the skeleton does not look up. "Who're you? Never seen you before."

The skeleton glances up, not meeting his eyes, then glances around. "Yeah, I'm just passing through. Looking for a bite."

"Well I'll show ya. There's a shop with food in a town about 5 miles from here."

The skeleton glances again at him in confusion as the two begin walking down. "What says I can't eat here?"

"Me. I'm the law here. And the law says people like you can't eat here."

"What's the matter with who I am?"

The Guard gives the skeleton a once-over. "Well, looking like that, wearing those clothes, you're asking for trouble here mister. I'd suggest getting a different outfit and a different bag."

The two have arrived at the bridge spanning from Home to Snowdin Town. "Here. You can keep going thataway and you'll hit a town that'll have some food for you."

The skeleton remains quiet as the Guard turns. The Guard then glances behind him as he reaches the doorway, only to find the skeleton quietly trailing him. "Son of a mudlover."

The Guard turns and crosses his arms at the skeleton, who pauses and looks at him. "Didn't you hear what I said? Go thataway, not here."

The skeleton gazes at him, then continues on past him and into Home. The Guard mutters a curse under his breath, then slams the skeleton into the wall. Despite being made of bones, the skeleton is surprisingly strong. He resists. Nevertheless, the Guard grabs a band from his side, slamming it on him. It nullifies his magic as his Eyes light, then fizzle out as his strength is drained. His eyelights roll into the back of his head, and he passes out onto the Guard, who drags him into a makeshift sentry station.

Later on…

"Hah! Lookit! The drifter's already been in some scrapes hasn't he?"

"Fights like a bull this one."

"Hah!"

The skeleton wakes to find four Guards jeering at him. They open the door and one grabs his arm. The skeleton offers no resistance. "Finally learned your lesson drifter? Good. Now let's go."

He shoves the skeleton out the door and a guard sits there with paper in front of him. "Name."

He remains silent. "I said, name!"

The skeleton is quiet. One guard comes over, but the instant he grabs the skeleton's arm he snaps his other on the Guard's wrist. The same instant the Guard that was sitting stands and pulls out a baton. "Try it. I dare ya."

For a second all is still as three other Guards come in and see the standoff. They stand as silent witnesses. The skeleton finally lets go of the arm. The Guard moves his wrist around to make sure he didn't do anything to it, then shoves the skeleton out of the room. One of the three that had entered was the one who initially brought the skeleton here. After the skeleton leaves, the other two go about their business as the one comes up to the other who puts up his baton. "What is it Enoch?"

"Sir. Do you know who you're messing with?!"

"You're the one that brought him in cadet."

"Yeah. I sent out an Underground-wide description of him. I managed to log his eyes before he conked. The report back came from the King! The King!"

With those words the first Guard snaps his head over. Without a word he leans on his desk, palms down. "Talk to me. What're we dealing with here?"

"His name's Dr. Wendell Dominic Gaster. He was a medic on the front. War vet Dave, a War vet! Three medals of honor, graduated with highest marks at military school. What's worse, he's a Orange Cloak!"

With that the Captain rubbed his forehead. "I think we can handle him."

"Are you sure, sir?"

"Yes. Just keep an eye on him at all times."

Enoch sighs, but nods. "Sir."

(Soldiers are getting weary…)

"He's got burns on him."

"Let's just get him cleaned like they told us to."

"Gonna have to use a knife. He's caked."

"Fine. Just don't cut him. Especially round the wrists."

"Haha, very funny Jack."

"No prob Owen."

The two cadets move forward to where the skeleton barely stands, weakened so by the magic nullifier on his wrists. Still his eyes are lit, as if daring the others to move forward. The dirt on his skull is thick. One of the soldiers moves forward and unsheathes a knife. "Calm down. We're not gonna hurt you."

He levels the knife at the dirt streak. A flashback suddenly appears in the skeleton's eyes, of a human doing the same, and cutting him, creating scars around his two eyes. The screams are rending. It's enough for him to lash out.

In quick succession, he knifehands the weapon out of the first cadet's hand, near breaking his wrist. As he falls howling in pain and the second freezes in shock, he launches a roundhouse kick, knocking the second out of the room and unconscious. When the others above hear the noise, they open the hatch to the prison as Gaster moves out, running up the stairs and knocking out the soldier at the top. He grabs a gun from the armory, and his knife on the table. He then rushes out the door.

The Captain slaps his cadets upside the head. "How dare you let a convict loose?!"

Without waiting for an answer, he starts running in the direction of Snowdin Town, where Gaster had ran.

Breathing heavily, Gaster crests a ridge in the middle of Snowdin Forest, shoving the band off his arm. A deep ridge yawns below him, the bridge 300 yards in the wrong direction. A bead of sweat escapes down his collarbone as he scrambles to find a way down, only to whip his skull around when he hears the worst thing a soldier could hear behind him. The baying of hounds.

"Go find 'im girls, go find 'im!"

The greyhounds bayed and howled as they picked up the scent. Soldiers followed them, ten racing through the snow and wood. Gaster, at the edge of the cliff, hears the dogs and in desperation begins climbing down the steep ridge, a fall 100 feet straight down on jagged rocks jeering at him below his precarious situation.

The Guards chased. When they got to the edge, the Captain cursed and snapped his fingers. "Kaden, up!"

A winged monster comes. "Fly out. See if you can find him."

The monster nods and jumps off, gaining speed in a great looping spiral. He pulls out a radio after he spies Gaster, his white bones contrasting with the brown and black turf on the cliffside. "He's hanging along the edge! He's cornered himself! Get it!"

Gaster was indeed along a side he couldn't climb off. Standing on a three inch ledge with sweat crystallizing along his collar in the freezing air that was also condensing his breath, he looked down. A tree laid twenty feet in front of him. He estimated the distance, took one last glance around the edge, calculated the jump, then heard guns cocking above him. Muttering a prayer and curse in quick succession, he jumped.

"Sir he jumped! Fire!"

Bullets resounded in the air. Gaster tucked himself instinctively into a ball, then shot out his arm and grab the rough branch of the tree. With the weight of his fall, the tree creaked and he was slammed against the trunk, albeit not as fast as it would have been. Cursing loudly all the way down, Gaster shimmied down the tree, his right arm bleeding heavily and a slight crack in his skull. He quickly rolled down and behind a boulder. However, the flier spotted him.

"He's still alive! I saw him move! I'm going in!"

"No, do not engage alone! I repeat-"

The flier dive-bombed. He landed near the rock Gaster had rolled behind. He walked forward. A shadow flitted from boulder to boulder, trailing him. The shadow aimed. Dust fell upon the rocks. "Kaden, Kaden do you read?! Kaden!"

"Sir! Amongst the rocks!"

Captain looks down and sees rocks that were brown are now silver. "Please don't tell me that's what I think it is… Wyatt, spyglass!"

One monster steps forward and hands the aforementioned tool to the Captain. He trains it, then points it at the rocks upon which monster dust now lays. "Crap…"

He shoves the glass back at the Corporal. Another monster points. "There!"

Gaster emerges from the rocks, his arms up. "I didn't want to hurt nobody! It didn't have to come to this! You started this!"

The Captain calls down. "Turn yourself in! You'll get a fair trial for your achievements!"

Gaster begins moving back. "I just wanted something to eat! Is a meal worth bloodshed?"

Captain flicks for firing squad to move forward. "You tell me that one!"

Gaster continues back. "Fire at will he'll escape!"

The firing squad opens up. Gaster slams a hand onto his head, yelling bloody murder. He stumbles back behind a rock. Some of the officers begin tying ropes to trees, but Captain stops them. "No! He's injured, he can't make it far. Let's regroup."