((A/N: Ahh, welcome! Pleasure to have you at this time! I'm so surprised at the few crossover fics for this, so I hope to live up to your standards! :D Before we begin, I have a few things I'd like to sort out with you:

NO, THIS IS NOT ONE OF "THOSE" FICS WHERE I TOSS CHARACTERS FROM ONE UNIVERSE INTO ANOTHER, OR I REWRITE THE ANIME/GAME WITH UT/SE CHARACTERS. I HAVE MORE CLASS THAN THAT. THIS FIC TAKES PLACE OVER A LONG TIME WITH NO ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF OTHER AUs.

...Erhem.

And now, warnings. Please refrain from reading if you are uncomfortable with: blood/gore/body horror, family abuse/neglect, physical violence/torture/suicide, mental instability, swearing, etc. Possible mentions of flashbacks and mature content in the future? I haven't thought that far yet. CHARACTER DEATH. Rated T until further notice.

Undertale spoilers in the form of names, appearances, and history. No true Soul Eater spoilers except maybe terms and vague plot references (anime only).

Everything will be explained along the way, so don't worry! I'm the only one that's gonna have to do research lmao

Most, if not all, ships will be one-sided except Torgore. And even then, the story won't revolve around ships anyway, I just wanted some more awkward tensions ye... Oh, and "they/them" protagonist/s. Pray for them, they're gonna go through so much shit

Main hub for UT-talk: postpacifist-undertale on Tumblr! Why don't you go give it a follow? I've got some more cool stuff about my other crossover/AU fics up already! Remember to send reviews my way for more UT content! :D

That should be about it! Let the story begin!))

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"Mother? I have found another Soul."

"Good. Bring it here."

About a decade has gone by since Chara was brought off the streets of Death City. At least, they thought so- if they remembered correctly, every scratch they made on their bedroom walls meant one day, right? It seemed like a good idea, but now it's just routine to wake up and hear the squeaky sound of their rusty nail scratching a single line down a flat surface.

Even if Mother hated it.

Almost ten years they were away from misery of sleeping wherever seemed hidden enough from the world, away from fighting off animals from their scraps of food, away from the fear of being attacked by freaky monsters-

Well, the monsters were still around, but they didn't seem as threatening now that they had a home to go back to every night.

Opening the door with a rusty creak, Chara quietly stepped through the doorframe -carefully lowering their head a bit so that the low doorway wouldn't hit them- with another child's body in tow.

The child's hair was messy, and It -they refused to see the child as anything else just yet- wore a muddied grey nightgown under an oversized, torn leather jacket. Seems like It was shivering. Chara hadn't gotten the chance to see the child's Soul yet, but It must have been as hardy as they were during their old life.

Their old life without Mother.

They certainly didn't miss it.

But CLEARLY this child hasn't taken a bath in weeks. Mother sighed in exasperation.

"Come, child. Let's clean you up." She beckoned the child with a gentle hand, and It cautiously followed her to the tiny bathroom down the narrow hallway.

Passively, Chara prayed that there would be no rats passing by -like the last time they got bitten by one in an attempt to get some tissues from the storage room for their fever...

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Defying orders that Chara was to stay in the kitchen and wash the dishes from dinner, they snuck across the dusty corridor and stuck an ear against the splintered bathroom door. A screechy turn of the shower head then the pitter-pattering of shower water made it difficult to comprehend anything Mother was saying. When soft murmuring and words of comfort leaked through the old wooden door, Chara couldn't help but feel jealous for the child.

After all, It was going to fulfill Mother's goal.

When It first got out of the bathroom with Mother, all clean and dry in one of Chara's outgrown blue dresses, that was the moment that they knew.

When Chara was ordered to sleep on the floor instead of their mattress so that It could sleep more comfortably, they knew.

When It was treated to all the food it could eat at meals, growing satisfied and glowing with health, and Chara was only allowed to take the few scraps of food left on the table when they finished, they knew.

Often finding themselves looking down at their own body, Chara was repeatedly reminded of their "disease". According to Mother, long limbs, fingers, toes, pale skin, and their dangerously slender body size wasn't natural or healthy at all. Apparently 15-year-olds were not supposed to be 6'2". Long, brown hair didn't help with their height, making them seem even taller. Their happy smile practically split their face, and many fangs starting to grow in uninvited a few years ago.

They were often referred by others as freakish, an anomaly of nature, a MONSTER-; they often found Mother whispering sweet nothings to them every time they tell her about the insults, seemingly desperate to get them off of the topic.

Chara knew she was discontent with every one of Chara's flaws, as even through her comforting smile she was still quietly gritting her teeth. Chara wasn't an idiot; they knew.

She wanted a healthier child, and Chara would eventually be sacrificed for the greater good of her plans, whatever it may be.

They've been told this numerous times before. It wasn't a new feeling to feel powerless, hopeless, a lost cause.

Perhaps they've just been grown to become numb to emotions; perhaps those harsh, grating words weren't as bad as they thought.

Either way, their emotions became dulled to the equivalent of a river stone, polished and made clean by the rushing water of insults and condescending words. If no other emotion was to be found on Chara's face, it was jealousy.

For It.

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Now that they thought of it, they never have seen any more of Mother than her face...

But she certainly was not human.

Her multiple eyes nearly boring holes in the back of Chara's skull when they looked away, the multitude of limbs she carried various objects of importance with, barely needing sleep, unusual intelligence in magic -Chara had snuck out of bed once to find out she was mixing strangely-colored bubbling liquids together, to which they were banned from the basement that day onwards-, pale purplish skin barely peeking through her shawls and hoods...

It was very strange, but Mother couldn't be a bad person, right?

Hell, she took It in and pampered it like royalty! That's not something someone evil would do, right?

Right?

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