Title: Prologue
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sans, Papyrus, Harry Potter, W.D Gaster,
Warnings/Tags: past abuse, magical bullshit, crossover, dimensional bullshit, time-loops, alternate universe, violence, YOUNGER brother Sans, OLDER brother Papyrus, baby bones, somewhat kid-fic, growing up, learning to magic, Liberal amount of time fuckery, headcanon, depression, overprotective Papyrus, W.D Gaster,
Pairings: Platonic Skelebros, Platonic Undyne/Papyrus, Possible future pairings will be added...
Summary: Sans has always been just a little bit off for someone who's just a skeleton monster...
Disclaimer: I don't own Undertale, and I also don't own Harry Potter. They both belong to their respective creators and I'm only over here to play in the sandbox and have fun.
Notes: Thankyou reviews... Someone mentioned in a review to a story that I read(because I tend to read reviews when bored) that they'd like to see a story like this... So as if I didn't already have enough on my plate... I decided that I would try to write it. Enjoy.
(It's not as if I don't already have enough plot bunnies that I should be focusing on...)
-L/B-
It's cold and the clothing that he's in itches, scratches and winds around his limbs. He wants to whimper, he wants to cry. But he doesn't. To do so would draw their attention and they'll only yell at him. Or call him by the weird words that aren't his name.
Of course, he doesn't really remember his name... Not really, but he knows that the weird things that these people call him aren't his name.
He knows, that they're wrong. He wants his red, and his brown. He wants his Padfoot and his Moony.
Not these creatures that lock him up here in this dark, cold place and then just leave him. Not these creatures that speak harsh and cruel things to him. Not these creatures that seem to fear him. So he curls up trying to ignore the itchy uncomfortable feeling that his clothing creates from the movement. He shivers, the beginning of tears burning at the edges of his eyes, messy tufts of black hair falling down and covering his face.
He wants his family.
He wants to go home.
This wasn't home... He wants, he wants.
A tremble shakes his small frame. The tremble grows and magic pulses rising and spinning hearing his desperate want and gaining power. There's a stirring and shouting from above the dark place his in. But before anything else can happen, an ear splitting howl of the wind and a bright vibrant glow of blue.
Flashing colors, and by the time that the cupboard door is wrenched open... he's long gone.
-L/B-
Magic has always been one of those strange things. Almost with a mind of it's own, a certain level of sentience and life. A certain way that it would seem to twist around and think for itself acting of it's own volition. Events and circumstances that nobody could predict or understand.
So when it hears the desperate plea in a young child's soul it acts. Snatching him up and taking him away to a place where the darkness can't reach.
Where he can no longer be hurt.
Of course, it also alters him, makes sure that he can fit. So that he's safe. Hidden from those who wish to use and manipulate him.
Of course, magic can also be a bit wild, and it doesn't really read time in a linear sense, so finding a safe place. Meant breaking through time itself.
And somewhere, distantly beneath Mount Ebbot a small little skeletal toddler begins to wail.
-L/B-
Notes: The full story will be posted over on AO3, under the name HybridTrash13, for anyone who's interested in reading it you should go there as this is nothing more than a teaser.