Summary:
It all started with a book, a book called "Monsters, Magic and the Soul, By: Gaster." I found myself staring into my full body mirror in determination. This is where my story begins.
Disclaimer:
I own all OC's. Any resemblance to another OC is pure coincidence since I make them up on the spot. I don't own Undertale nor any Undertale AU's that may or may not be used in this story.
It all started with a book. As with all children, I believed in magic and mystical creatures, heck, I even believed in the boogeyman still. So, as a little 8 year old child, of course I would be interested in a book called "Monsters, Magic and the Soul, By: Gaster." I had immediately checked it out of the library, my safe heaven from the bullies, and ran home. As always, I had gone unnoticed by my parents, both on the phone with their business associates. I immediately began to read the book. It was fascinating. It had a detailed history of the Monster race, a detailed biography and description of each type of monster and their powers, detailed description of the different type of magics and souls and many other things. Since I was but a child there were quite a few words I had to look up but after finishing the entire book, I found myself staring into my full body mirror in determination. This is where my story begins.
I am a small child but a healthy one with smooth pale skin. My tail-bone length wavy silver hair sways behind me as my natural blood red eyes studies my form. Yes, I have albinism. I look to the book again and take deep breaths. I close my eyes, block everything away, slowly making each of my senses shut down one by one until there is absolutely nothing to distract me. The book said that an undeveloped monster would have a pure soul, a soul that has yet to gain its main trait. A monster can only have a single defining color and they usually gain it when they hit their first stages of puberty, depending on the monster. A thought occurs to me, a theoretical idea. The book says humans are stronger then a monster because they are physical, unlike a monster who's body is pure magic. A humans body is almost like a protective moving container. A childish thought brings me to a scenario, what if the human body is like a cookie jar with legs? A container, if given the right size and strength, could potentially hold more than one object, again, like a cookie jar full of cookies. So, could a human body potentially contain more than one type of soul? No, a human can only have one soul. But... but what if its the same soul in different pieces, like how cookies are separate but are from the same bowl of batter, from the same batch when cooked? A small light snatches me from my thoughts, reminding me of where I was and what I was doing.
A round sphere, not yet taken its permanent shape nor its rightful color. I study it as I get closer. Its easily twice the size of my entire body. I hesitantly touch it which causes it to shudder, as if it had a mind of its own. That thought gives me a pause. Perhaps... I slowly softly push my feelings towards the ball of light. I show it how nervous I feel, I show how awe-inspiring it is to be in front of it, I show it how I'm trying to gentle and kind by not forcing anything. It shivers and shakes but slowly it begins to bob and swing side-to-side lightly as if nodding and tilting its head. Next I show it my memories, the good ones first. I twirls lightly. I give it a warning before showing all of my bad memories. It shrinks and dims, shivering at the negative feelings, at the horrible loneliness and experiences I've had. As soon as all is shown, I immediately give comfort and sympathy. Slowly, it grows big again and shines just a bit brighter. Lastly, I show the most recent events, the book and my ideas. My soul seems to understand its purpose as the entirety of my being and it even bobs in thought at my ideas. The soul is a precious thing and even the most brilliant don't understand the souls true potential. Thousands upon thousands of theories have been thought of, swapped, tested, shot down and even proven. My soul slowly drifts closer and a thick cord of light stretches from it and swiftly attaches to my chest.
I gasp at the feeling, freezing cold and burning hot, the darkest of voids and the brightest of suns, everything and nothing. This is how my soul feels. This overwhelming intense feeling, potential. The evils of taint, black with sins and burning hotter than the sun is anger and sadistic pleasure at the feeling of blood sticking to your hands. At the same time, the purest of angels, blinding in light, cool and refreshing as if I was bathing in a fountain of God's tears, calm and so pure it seemed to melt my mind. Despite how much I want to writhe in both pain and bliss, I understood what my soul was saying. Potential, a balance is needed and caution is tied very closely with curiosity. My soul, this soul has a wisdom beyond my years, an instinctual perseverance and survival that seems to be lost beneath its innocence. It's experience wiped clean, its memories purified, leaving but distinct impressions and many instinctive lessons that will never fade with time. My soul is mine but not mine. Reincarnation, a word my young mind did not understand. Knowledge mine but not mine filled my being. My soul is not just me, it is not itself, it is both of us and the countless lost personalities that have been wiped clean. I fight sternly, no, I am me. I notice my soul jump in shock but before it could pull away I send feelings of acceptance. I am me but that does not mean I do not accept the rest of my being. My soul slumps in relief. It understands. I will not surrender to the cumulative of my soul, I will fight and stay in control but I accept that there is more to me, that this is not my first fight, that I am just a slightly bigger part of a whole and that I embrace this. It understands that I embrace my other parts and accept them but I will not let them control me.
The intense feelings that threatened to overwhelm me, lessen and soon there is nothing but a throb that echoes through my body. We are still connected by the thick rope of light which soon moves and wraps around my wrist. In a flash, the rope is gone and in its place is a glowing bracelet of white light. The connection is still there, just invisible to the naked eye now. I look at the sphere that is my soul. I tentatively share my ideas yet again, this time through the bond. Feelings, impressions of thoughts and memories mine yet not mine swim back through the bond. Curiosity, caution, confusion, contemplation and more. In a matter of seconds, about a hundred conversations go between us through the close bond. In the end, my soul agreed to try my idea. It backed away and shuddered softly before about one tenth of a piece is separated from the sphere. Alarmed at the feeling, the sphere quickly made a bond to the piece and after suggesting it, it bonded the piece to me as well, forming another light bond in the form of a ring on my left pinky. Looking at the unformed yet separate piece of soul, I sense their is no semi-consciousness, it is literally a piece of soul can be molded. I think and after a while float forward slowly. I silently send what I had in mind to the main soul and I can feel its agreement.
Together I slowly begin to add feelings of kindness while my soul adds its instinctual memories. I pump as much kindness as I can into it, watching it turn a light green. My soul sends instincts, memories and feelings of healing, shielding, cooking, protecting, fighting without fighting, bravery and more. I watch as the soul piece turns into a darker and brighter shade of green. Finally, after what seems like 2 billion memories later, me and my soul think of a purpose. Something that will jump start the soul, that will keep it from wandering, from losing its way, from losing its goal. Soon enough, the goal is set: To protect, to heal, to know when to show kindness and when not to and finally to learn and evolve on how to better protect me and my soul, including itself. As soon as a purpose is set, it seemed to float calmly off to the side. I notice that the bond I have on my pinky is now a bright apple green. I suddenly feel exhausted and I notice that my two soul pieces began to bob and dim as if slowly nodding off to sleep. I nod and give feelings of thanks, love and a promise to come back after a nice nap. I went to sleep soon after.
When I woke up, I found myself on my bed and the book on my night stand. I went to the bathroom and showered. As I was getting dressed, I finally noticed that my entire left forearm, from my elbow to my wrist, is now covered in sapphire blue scales with a small patch of red webbing. The book did say that there were going to be side effects and warned about the possibility of the magic changing the biology of the human to better suit and handle it. So, after a brief silent panic attack, I chose to wear long sleeves today. Luckily, it was summer break, so school is out for about two more months. Sitting cross legged on my bed I repeat the process of yesterday. Kindness, as I have now dubbed the green soul piece, and purity, which is the main soul piece, seem to be having a conversation. I greet them and show them the memories of my arm. Purity is a little alarmed while Kindness assured them that it was only the forearm that was going to change. It promised that as soon as the red fins grow just a little bit bigger, the changes would stop. Then reason its changing a part of my body is so that it can properly complete its purpose. Not only will it allow the green soul to sense if danger is near, the scales allow me to summon a small green energy shield in case of emergencies to protect myself. Of course, it also said that the shield should only be used for small emergencies because the biological change is too small to allow enough energy output to shield me from say a train running me over. If I were to need a shield in say a boss monster fight, assuming it has the same power output as the train, then, again, the shield is useless. I would need to have the green soul piece out in battle to ever survive and successfully shield myself from such an experience.
It occurred to me that perhaps to avoid such an occurrence, it would be best to have a soul piece for tactics. I send the ideas over to Purity and Kindness. They agree. repeating the process we did with Kindness except that I send perseverance, logic and wisdom while Purity sends instincts, memories and feelings of traps, poisons, karma, intellect, problem-solving and analysis, note taking and more. Kindness even adds a few these about keeping orderly when taking notes, being organized and small feelings of kindness that would ensure the now purple soul piece would never go over the line with research and never do evil things in the name of science. The finished result: A purple soul piece, which I named Perseverance or Percy, bobbing in a calm manner along with a new purple bond ring on my left index finger. Percy's goal is: To listen and learn, to fix, to find solutions and different ways to help my future, to think and plan and create ideas and finally to learn and evolve on how to better protect and aid me and my soul, including itself and all soul pieces. I felt pain in my mouth and above my eyes. Whimpering I receive comfort from all three soul pieces along with an explanation from Percy. Apparently, it needed to change my biology a little to allow me to control its magic, otherwise my brain would explode from all the high speed processing it will now do. Soon the pain stops and I am told of the changes. My canine teeth had fallen out and were replaced by needle like fangs which, if Percy was correct, was full of a paralysis poison. Above my eyes are another set of smaller solid pitch black eyes, so I now have four eyes. However, I instinctively know I can hide them by sending a bit of magic into them, making them squint to the point of seeming like a crease in my forehead. I ask Percy what his magic can do besides the poison and hundreds of tactics flying threw my head, it replies that I can how how web like string from my finger tips and use then like whips, ropes and other things. It even suggests that given enough power and practice I can attach a couple strings to a person or monster and move their body like a puppet. Cool.
I suddenly feel a whole lot smarter, already I can feel the difference of having a soul piece dedicated solely to intelligence. Whoops! I guess Percy like Puns. I giggle while the purple soul turns a shade darker as if blushing. Kindness and Purity are radiant with amusement. Oh God! Make it stop! I fall onto my back giggling as hard as I could. Percy felt smug while the other two shifted as if shaking their heads in exasperation. I remember the book and suddenly me and Percy look at each other and nod before sharing the idea with the other two. It was agreed upon. Seven more soul pieces were created ready to be brought to life, in a manner of speaking. I giggle silently at the soul pun, Percy shifts slightly as if smiling. The first soul piece is filled with feelings, memories and instincts of patience, hunting, knife-throwing, hand-eye coordination, first aid, hand-to-hand combat, self-control, endurance, serenity, moderation and humility. A sky blue ring upon my left middle finger and a sky blue soul piece bobs slightly away. Its goal: To wait for an opportunity, to be precise and sharp yet soft, to observe and keep an awareness should the others not, to be patient and hold the other soul pieces back with self-control. To be the perfect Venus fly trap. Beautiful and soft yet deadly when angered. Finally to learn and evolve on how to better protect me and my soul, including itself and the other soul pieces. Again changes were made, around my wrists and ankles soft puffs of white fur encircled the limbs creating anklets and bracelets of white fur. Suddenly, I feel cozy. Patience began to explain that I can now never get cold nor can I ever get too hot for my body will adjust my temperature to the right degree for a cozy feeling of just right. It allow me to stay calm in certain situations which helps Patience in her purpose and goal. She also says I can use fire-based or water-based attacks now and it all depends on their temperature around me on which one I can use. If it's cold around me then I will most likely use water-based magic and if it's hotter then I will most likely use fire-based attacks. In fact, the warmth makes me aware of just how tired I was. A yawn escapes me and the soul pieces say good night as darkness falls upon me. Right before I went to sleep and hear Percy make another pun. Don't let the bed-bug Monster bite.
I giggle and fall asleep.
Authors Note:
Inspired by Monster Magic for Boneheads by: ExcessCougar96. Check it out, it's an amazing story. I given them credit on the idea of finding a book of magic, the body changing due to the magic and many other little details. ;) Please tell me what you think and I'd love any advice on the next chapter. :) If you have any questions please let me know. :) Also, if you see any grammar mistakes or misspelled words please let me know, I'll definitely fix it. ^^; I'm think of making a harem, not a big one... just, well, I'd love to get Sans, Papyrus and Grillby with the character and depending if I decide to use the AU's (I'm definitely thinking of using Underswap and Dancetale and maybe Underfell) it may even grow. The Harem idea is inspired by UNDERTALE: (file name not found) by: R.I.P Lynn, again an amazing story which you should go check out. Any suggestions, reviews and flame are welcome. :) Also, before you say it, no I'm not making the character overpowered. In fact, I already have a few ideas on controlling such aspects such as: Limiting her so she can only use one or two of the soul pieces' powers at a time (Where she can use a power for each hand), perhaps have her need to perfect one souls power entirely before the other could be used and I even thought of perhaps the powers of the soul pieces take so much energy that she can only use the powers for a certain amount of time (this only includes attacks, like the web attacks Percy allows her to use, and more powerful stuff since something like the small shield Kindness gives, the intellect and fangs the Percy gives and the body temperature that Patience gives are are either very small that it can be used all the time or are now biological, meaning that it takes as much effort as lifting an arm or breathing to use, its natural.) Anyway, if you have any other ideas, any suggestions and any advice on the story let me know. Thanks for reading! Till the next chapter!
