Merry Giftmas!
- UnderFell San (Red)
- UnderFell Papyrus (Edge)
- SwapFell Sans (Black)
- SwapFell Papyrus (Mutt)
- FellSwap Sans (Bow)
- FellSwap Papyrus (Purple)
- UnderSwap Sans (Blue)
- UnderSwap Papyrus (Stretch)
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Stretch stood in the Judgement Hall.
Birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and his brother's light blue bandana was wrapped around his neck. Golden light filtered through the window. The Delta Rune marked in stones on the floor glistened and reflected the light onto him.
Things weren't supposed to go this way. Everything was fine. He had shook the human's hand. He had asked the human to entertain his bro. But something went wrong. It was too quiet. He was supposed to meet with Doggo at Muffet's, but his chain-smoking friend had never arrived. He thought maybe he had gotten lost in the forest again, since it happened whenever a breeze wasn't around to sway the trees and lead him back to town. But, no. No. None of the guard members had shown up to Muffet's.
His next guess was that they were at training. Some unscheduled session Alphys had called to test the Guard. It had happened before. Nothing unusual. But it was too quiet.
After sitting at his post in Hotland, waiting far too long for that human to show up, he decided to make his way back to Snowdin to check on his bro. He knew something was wrong. He knew something had gone horribly, terribly wrong. He couldn't hear his bro. He couldn't hear anyone. He couldn't hear anything. He took a shortcut to pass by the area he assumed the kid might be in at this point, and arrived at his post in Waterfall.
But no one was there.
Panicking, he had ran back to Snowdin, but he was too late.
But he was early to this fight.
He understood self-defense: he may not have had to use it in the past, but there was no harm in knowing it anyway. He wouldn't have held it against the kid for killing a monster here or there. For Toriel's sake, most of the underground was trying to kill the kid, so of course he would have understood self-defense. But killing his brother? Blue wouldn't have killed anyone. He didn't have it in him.
So here he was, in the judgement hall, awaiting a fight with the kid. Oh, that kid was gonna have a bad time, he'd make sure of it. The human had no idea what they were up against.
Stretch saw a shadow move out of the corner of his eyesocket, but in a split second, it was gone.
But he knew who, or what, it was.
But he knew who- or rather, what- it was. Temmie had caught his eye as she tried to disappear. If he somehow survived this, he'd hunt Temmie down and have a few words for her. But right now, her presence didn't mean anything to him, not when he had to focus on the human.
He'd stop the kid or die trying. Both options sounded nice to him. So, in reality, he couldn't lose. What a lovely feeling.
He took one last drag of the dog treat and dropped it to the floor, but paused before stepping on it. Maybe it would burn the place to the ground?
The smoke died from the treat and Stretch frowned.
No luck. Oh well.
Stretch stared ahead at the archway. He heard footsteps. The human was coming. No more avoiding them. He held tight to the bandana and checked himself. He was hoping he'd have more HP, but of course, he didn't.
Eh. Whatever.
They were here.
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Red rocked back on his heels and breathed deeply.
This sucked. This really, really sucked. His brother was dead. And, well, ya, that was bad. That was really bad. He cared for his brother, ya know?
Even if he was treated like trash all the time, he had raised Edge, and loved him; even if the jerk belittled him every chance he got.
In this world, it was kill or be killed, and his brother had been killed.
He didn't blame the human. Not a bit. If he were in the human's situation, he would have done the same thing.
But now Red had no one.
He was alone in a kill-or-be-killed world with a human hunting down every monster in the underground. Of course, it wasn't as if the human wasn't being hunted right back. Everyone wanted that SOUL of theirs. And hey, as long as they were after the kid, they weren't after him. Bonus. But now, nearly everyone was dead. The kid had glided through the underground, not stopping to smell the echo flowers once as they tore down everyone in their path. Sans had just avoided them. Avoided them as they killed his brother, avoided them as they killed Undyne, avoided them as they killed Mettaton, and now…
He opened his jacket and looked sadly at his brother's scarf, which was crammed into his inside pocket. Maybe he cared more than he thought. Maybe he was in denial. Maybe he was numb. Maybe…
Eh, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. That flower had tried and failed to talk sense into them. If the flower couldn't do it, Red didn't have a snowball's chance in Hotland. He should just run…
…but in the end, he stayed.
Groaning, he pulled the tattered scarf out of his pocket and wrapped it around his neck.
He cared. He cared a lot, dang it. They killed his brother, so he'd return the favor and kill them.
Or not. Didn't matter, didn't matter, didn't matter!
He heard footsteps.
They were gonna have a bad time.
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Mutt sat in the judgement hall, smoking a dog treat. His back was to the wall, literally and metaphorically, as he watched the golden sunlight dance across the floor.
His Lord was dead, and he wasn't quite sure what to do now.
His lord was never a fighter, not really. He talked a high game, but he wouldn't have killed the human. The human had absolutely no reason to behead his lord.
None.
Mutt gnawed on the dog treat, and looked out the window. The birds were quiet, and the flowers were dead. That was fitting, at least.
He pulled off his hood, revealing the purple bandana his lord had worn everywhere he went. Mutt grabbed a fistful of the fabric and clenched his phalanges. He shouldn't have left his lord alone. He shouldn't have followed orders. Just this once, he should have disobeyed. He should have grabbed his lord and taken him home. Locked him in his room to pout. He'd gladly take the punishment later. He should have been a better brother.
And now what? A human had slaughtered nearly every monster in the underground, and it wasn't his fault at all, but now the human was heading this way, and it was such a drag. He craned his neck and looked behind him. The king was in the throne room, waiting.
Mutt wasn't sure how much faith the king had in him, but honest to Asgore, he chuckled, it didn't matter. His life wasn't important. Nothing was important except for his lord. So, he'd strike down the human as punishment. He stood as he heard footsteps and swallowed the burning dog treat.
If we wasn't strong enough, he'd hold the kid off as long as he could, and Asgore would take their SOUL. Or, not. Either way, by the end of the day, he'd be seeing his brother again.
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Bow was panicking. He still couldn't understand what had happened. He had tried to convince the human to stop… stop killing people! He had believed in them! And he had told them that everyone could be a great person if they just try! He had offered a hug and everything! Sure, there were a lot of scary people in this world, but it wasn't like killing all of his friends was the right answer!
His brother… had been killed, too. The human hadn't approached him offering a hug of acceptance, after all. They had a knife. It happened so fast. Purple had just appeared in front of him in a second.
The human cut off his head, his body dusting before his torso hit the snow. And he had smiled at Bow before his head became dust like the rest of him. Only his jacket remained in a pile of snow and dust.
Bow had screamed and ended the fight, falling to his knees to grasp at his brother's purple jacket. He shook as he tried and failed to understand what had happened. His brother could teleport? Since when? And why? Why would he jump in the way of a knife? Why were they doing this?!
He hadn't even noticed the human approaching him. He hadn't noticed the human raising the knife. He just kept screaming.
Then he was furiously yanked away from the human and the knife.
Bow clutched at his brother's dusty jacket as Alphys tucked him under her arm and sprinted away from Snowdin. She practically flew through Waterfall as she leaped over the water and ran down the path to Hotland. As she ran, she shouted at everyone to take cover, or prepare to fight.
Once they arrived at Undyne's lab, Alphys ran inside and gently sat Bow down.
Alphys had talked with Undyne about evacuating everyone and hiding them in the true lab. Undyne had agreed to her plan, and Alphys had run out the door before Undyne could tell her whatever she wanted to say.
Undyne had sat down next to him and tried to comfort him, but he was in shock. He held his brother's jacket tight and stared off into space. Undyne asked if he wanted to help, but he didn't respond. She had gotten up, grabbed some ramen from her desk, and placed it next to him before patting him on the skull and hurrying downstairs, likely to prepare for the monsters that would be arriving soon.
It was then that he got up and fled to the Judgement Hall. He hadn't meant to come here; he had just run and run and ended up here. He felt like he needed to stay. The Undernet had blown up with Undyne's warnings and messages to the public, urging them to seek refuge at her lab, and he even had seventy or so messages from Undyne asking where he was and begging him to come back, but he ignored the messages. He ignored it all.
He just wanted his brother back. Oh, how he wanted his brother to be there to hug him and tell him that everything was okay and that nothing would come between them and that someday he'd join the royal guard, but Purple was dead and gone and…
Bow calmed himself.
A genocidal human was on their way.
Slowly, carefully, Bow put on Purple's jacket. It was much too big, but that comforted Bow as he zipped up the jacket and put on the hood.
Safe.
He checked his phone.
According to the updates, the human was almost at the end of Hotland.
That meant Alphys was…
Bow summoned his mallet and waited. He may not have meant to come here, but he knew that the Queen was not far from him, and that the human would definitely go after her. And, well, no, he wasn't in the Royal Guard, but he was in training! And since the rest of the Royal Guard was dead, that left him!
… AND, by that logic, he was the Captain of the Royal Guard! It didn't feel as good as he thought it would to be the Captain, but The Fabulous Bow was the last monster between the human and the Queen! He had to stay strong. He had to fight.
He heard footsteps.
Oh, Toriel, he had to fight…
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Merry Giftmas, inspecteurcrayon!
Chapter 2 coming soon, since I couldn't just leave these awesome characters here.
Beta Read by the amazing Copper Cable. Thanks, bro.
UT owned by Toby Fox.