Hello all, welcome to my story.

This story is a rework of an older fanfic that has been deleted from this account because I was not pleased with how I wrote it. It is quite ironic, because I rewrote the whole story of this one not long ago, which might be why older readers of this story might not recognize the previous chapters.

Anyway, this story shall be updated by Acts, not by chapters, so once I finish an act, I will post it.

Enjoy the story!

See ya, Seriftheskeleton~

Serif's Story

Act I: Before the fall

Chapter 1:

Serif POV:

War. It is quite a destructive event when it happens. War is quite a unique thing though, as it can bring both balance and chaos. Such a thing happened one time, at a time where two species would live in harmony.

Humans and monsters.

Have you ever seen a monster? No? Well, I wouldn't be surprised, monsters haven't been around since forever, all of the because of a stupid war between humans and monsters. Although the humans won the war, all of this could've been prevented if the humans accepted the peace offering we had once proposed. But of course, humans are ruthless, heartless creatures who fear the slightest difference in their world. All the monsters wanted was peace but the humans thought they would steal their souls. So, they decided to eliminate the threat and started that filthy war. Especially since I lost my father during said war.

There aren't many people like me. My mother was a human, but my father was a monster, a skeleton monster. I'm a hybrid, like my sister, Chara, we both know this, my mother does to, but my step-father, Jack, doesn't know this. I won't tell him, nor will my sister or mother tell him, but if he ever finds out, we're all screwed. He hates monsters, believing they still exist. He once said if monsters ever reappear, he would hunt every one of them down and kill them, or make them return underground, by making an Anti-Monster Group. Which means if I ever reveal my powers to the world, I die.

Chara has more from our mother than our father though, she doesn't have any magical abilities, at least, that she knows of. However, I have the same powers as my father. Bones, blue attacks, Gaster blasters, etc… My father taught me how to use it before the war, when I was 13. I'm now 15, with Chara being 13, and life is not going well for the both of us.

Let me talk about Jack for a minute, he is an absolute jerk. In the beginning, when he married my mother, he was kind and all, being a good father figure to make us happy after my father's death. However, after some time, my mother became an alcoholic and when she wasn't at home, she was at the bar or something like that. Jack at that point, became violent and abusive, especially with Chara, constantly punishing her or sexually abusing her, leaving her tied up in a closet naked, or using her body as a pleasure toy. Man, if only I could get some proof without getting caught, I could get a restraining order or something, but it is impossible to do so. Even if I had some info, Jack was someone respected around town, seeing no one knew of his real nature.

But he had yet to physically rape her and steal her virginity. That, however would change today.

My house is laid out like this, a hallway to the front door, which opens up onto an open kitchen space with a living room and dining table, another hallway where a bathroom and the parent's bedroom is. At the end of that same hallway is a staircase that leads to another hallway with 4 doors. A door to my bedroom, a door to Chara's bedroom, a guest room, and a bathroom. My room and Chara's room have a door that makes us able to access each other's rooms without going out into the hallway.

I heard Chara go downstairs earlier because our step-father called her, but when she didn't return after a few hours, I was worried. She was usually sent back to her room after an hour or two, but she had been gone for about 5 hours now. I was about to sneak downstairs to look for her, wielding the courage to do so, until I heard a knock on the door linking our rooms together. It was a familiar knock, one we both made ourselves as a code to know who was knocking on the other side of the door. A series of two knocks, then a pause, then another knock. I knew who it was.

"Come in", I said, not looking away from my drawing pad as the door opened and I could hear sobbing as Chara closed the door.

"Are you okay sis?", I asked, worried by her sobs. She didn't answer immediately, trying to calm herself down, I could see she had a hand around her stomach and the other around her crotch. I had a feeling of knowing what he had done this time.

"Don't tell me he-"

"He raped me Serif, he fucking raped me, that monster, that hell spawn!", Chara broke down into a hysterical cry of sorrow and pain. Lucky for me, Jack had left minutes ago, which meant it was only us.

I didn't want to believe it, I really didn't, but seeing my own sister break down in tears after saying that was enough to tell me that was the truth.

After a few minutes of calming my emotional sister down, all the while trying to suppress my anger, and after getting the whole story, I decided to go downstairs to make her favorite snack to calm her down: chocolate fudge.

Not before unleashing a few punches on the punching bag I had hanging in my room.

As I cooked the fudge, Chara was hiding up in my room looking at my drawings. She loved to look at my drawings to see what I would creatively draw, whether it be character, weapon, or landscape. I soon returned upstairs with a plate full of chocolate fudge along with a glass of milk for me. Chara removed her eyes from my drawing pad and dashed for the plate of fudge. Grabbing a piece she popped it into her mouth, her saddened face lit up as she grabbed a few more pieces before looking back at my drawings. I grabbed a few pieces for myself and my glass of milk and sat at my desk as I grabbed my drawing pad to show some drawings Chara hadn't seen.

After an hour or two of sitting around eating fudge, I got up to make dinner.

"Hey Chara, Jack doesn't get home before late at night, I'm gonna go make dinner"

"What are we going to eat?"

"I'll see what we have, but I'm pretty sure I can make some curry chicken", I stated, remembering there was some chicken and the other necessary ingredients in the cellar and fridge.

"Alright", Chara said worried.

"Don't worry sis, I'll be fine, stay here if you feel like it", I replied, reassuring her.

She nodded and I walked downstairs into the kitchen. I grabbed a few ingredients and started cooking. Dicing the onions, shedding a tear or two. Crush the garlic, simmer in the water. Add a chicken broth cube. Cut up the chicken into cubes, set them into the pan. Spoon in a some curry paste and add coconut milk. Let it simmer.

As the curry chicken was simmering, I heard a door open, it wasn't the door of my or Chara's room, that could only mean one thing.

"Hey dipshit, what are you doing?", Jack asked, slightly mad to see me downstairs.

"Well, I'm cooking dinner, since you and mom weren't home and we need to eat. Why would you be mad at me, at least you already have food ready for you", I stated sourly. I despised Jack, for obvious reasons.

"Fine, fine. Where's your sister, I need to speak with her", Jack stated, almost as if he had forgotten what e did a few hours ago. Like hell I'd let him do harm to her again.

"Don't you think you've done enough harm to her for one day. Leave her be will you", I clashed back coldly.

"What did you just say?", Jack stared back at me menacingly.

"You heard me", I retaliated back with a stone face.

"You listen here you little piece of shit, I'm not scared of you, nor will I let you get in my way for punishing your sister", Jack replied Coldly with a maniacal smile on their face.

"You think I'm scared of you? I know what's going on, I know how you 'punish' my sister. I'm sick of it, so I won't let you hurt her anymore. If I get hurt protecting her, I don't care"

A great tension could be felt across the kitchen as we both stared at each other waiting to see who would make the first move. Jack huffed loudly as he turned and left towards his room. As I heard the door slam, I let out a sigh I had no idea I was holding.

That is, until I heard the door reopen and saw Jack making his way across the room towards the staircase.

Anger fueled me as I threw myself over the kitchen counter and in front of Jack's path, staring at him with a stone-cold expression.

"I don't think so Jack. Leave my sister alone, you've hurt her enough", I said, still staring at him.

"Get out of my fucking way you weakling!", Jack said before jumping at me, knife in hand.

Quickly dodging, I took a step back, getting in a fighting stance. I had to do everything I could to defend my sister from this Jack-ass.

Obvious first name puns are obvious.