Well, I finally got the guts to post something on this site. This is my first fanfiction, (my first ACTUAL fanfiction on the site. Night Before Smismass does not count) so it might not be all that great. Try to keep that in mind.
Anyways, I do not own Undertale, I only own my original characters 'n stuff. I don't say OCs because it makes me think of things that are not good. So, on with the story!
Mel awoke to darkness. The house was pitch black. The only sounds that reached her ears were the sounds of snores from her children. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, and with a groan, she forced herself to leave the warmth and comfort of her bed.
The wiry skeleton stumbled over to her closet, tiredly mumbling to herself. Wrapping a familiar bright red scarf around her neck, she then proceeded to reach inside, and pulled out a suit of royal blue armor. The skeleton slipped into the armor as she had done countless times before. She checked to see if everything was snugly fit onto her, scanning to see if she had neglected any piece of her armor. When she saw that everything was in place, Mel quietly stepped out the door, and went on her way.
Opening the door just enough to peek inside, Mel watched as her children slept soundly. A small smile graced her non-existent lips as she observed the two skeleton children sleeping peacefully, not a care in the world, and remembered her own careless childhood.
She closed the door again, feeling better about herself. Little did she know that it would be the last time she would see her children.The snow crunched under her feet as she trekked through the icebound forest. Mel trudged through the forest, whistling a tune to herself. As far as she knew, this day was not going to be anything special. The cold crisp air around her slipped through cracks in her armor and chilled her bones. Birds flitted through the trees. The snow-covered forest was completely silent. Everything seemed completely normal.
A loud sound rang out through the forest. Birds flew up into the air and scattered everywhere, like dust in the wind, crying out in alarm. Mel was instantly on alert. She reached out, and summoned her bone staff out of thin air. With her weapon held out, she approached the source of the sound. Slowly, she put one foot after the other, each step bringing her closer to the source of the mysterious noise.
All that separated her from the source of the noise was a thick growth of bramble. She knew the layout of Snowdin like the back of her hand, so her memory informed her that on the other side lay a clearing. Whatever had caused the noise would have to be out in the open; there would be no place to hide. Mel took a breath, before she pushed aside the bramble.
She was greeted with a dog monster standing at the edge of the bramble. The monster stood, hands in the air, back to the clearing. His face was completely pale, and he looked terrified. Mel lowered her weapon, slightly confused.
"What is going on here?" she inquired.
The monster opened his mouth to speak. "Run," was all that escaped from his mouth. Then, the loud noise went off again, bringing with it a cloud of smoke. When the smoke cleared. All that remained was a pile of clothes, and dust.
What now stood before her was a human. Clad in a leather jacket, with a brown brimmed hat atop his head, the human had the barrel of his strange weapon pointed at her head. From what Mel could see, the human was male, with a stubble beard that almost reached his ears. The human watched her with glaring eyes, cold eyes filled with hate, unlike anything Mel had seen before in her life.
For the longest time, the two just stared at each other in silence. Although it might have been just a few seconds, it felt like an eternity to Mel. The two stood, carefully analyzing the other.
The human was the first to act. Pulling the trigger, the human's weapon fired a metallic projectile at the skeleton. Mel had seen plenty of guns before; under a different name, of course. They made up a good majority of designs drawn up by the royal scientist himself. They all served different purposes, but she just defined a gun as a machine made to shoot some kind of projectile. Sometimes they spewed glue, sometimes it was water. Sometimes they shot bolts of energy, but never had she seen a gun that launched metal projectiles. A seemingly simple, yet effective idea. Nothing fancy, just a simple metal projectile that could pierce through flesh like a flame eats through paper. She could tell that the projectiles were metal because of a faint shine they gave off. She made a mental note to tell Alow about the idea of making guns that shot metal projectiles. But only after she'd finished up with this fight. If she made it out alive.
Mel knew she had to focus on the fight at hand if she wanted to live. So the moment she saw the human make a move, she reacted. She saw the faint glimmer given off by something metal the moment the projectile left the barrel. She felt the sound of a gun going off reach her ears, and it echoed inside her empty skull. She could almost feel the air parting as the bullet pierced through it, and reacted almost instantly. With a simple flick of her wrist, she brushed the bullet aside as if it was a mere speck of dust.
The human wasn't prepared for that. He had been expecting the skeleton to fall like all the others. With a growl, the human slid his revolver back into its holster due to its empty clip, and unsheathed his knife, and charged forward with a loud battle cry. Another mistake on his end, as the skeleton swiftly raised her staff to meet the blade. The metal bit into the bone, stubbornly lodging itself into the staff. A twist with her staff was all Mel needed to tear the knife out of the human's grasp.
The human looked at his now empty hand. He had underestimated the skeleton quite a bit. He believed that she would be just as easy to kill as the others had been, but this one proved to be more of a challenge than expected. He looked back at his opponent, just in time to see her rushing forwards, bone staff in hand.
Mel made a small gesture with her hand, and a vibrant yellow soul was torn out of the human's chest. She batted the soul with her staff, sending the human flying across the snowy clearing. The human hit a tree, causing the tree to dump mounds of snow onto the human.
The human emerged from the snow, looking angrier than ever. He fired his now reloaded revolver at the skeleton, sending five more bullets her way. The skeleton deflected the bullets with as much ease as she had done before.
In retaliation, she swung at him several more times with her staff. This time, the human wasn't as easy to hit, sidestepping and jumping back to avoid being caught by the bone staff. He dodged the staff one more time before he turned his attention back to his opponent. Only for his eyes to widen as this time, Mel extended her staff to reach her target. Not expecting this, the human did not have time to step out of the way and took another hit from her staff. The human stumbled back, clutching his side. He looked back at his opponent, and Mel could tell that his eyes glared at her with even more hatred than before.
"Not much of a talker, are you?" Mel taunted.
The human growled in response. The two just stood for a while, waiting to see what the other would do. The two remained like this for a while. Mel's scarf fluttered in the wind, and she noticed a small motion out of the corner of her eye. A subtle movement, but a movement nonetheless.
The human was slowly moving the barrel of the revolver at his side with his thumb, gradually rotating the barrel until it clicked into place. Then, the human abruptly swung his revolver up and fired. Only, Mel could tell he wasn't aiming for her. She looked over her shoulder, following the bullet's path to see what he had been aiming at. Except, he wasn't aiming at anything at all.
Mel quietly cursed for not realizing sooner. She turned back around, ready to dodge whatever he threw at her. Only to see that he was, quite literally, throwing something at her. Reacting instinctively, she raised a bony arm and caught it. She flashed the human a cocky smile. Then, she noticed that the human was smiling too.
Something wasn't right. Usually, when a serial killer gives you a smile, that usually doesn't indicate anything good. Mel brought the object she had just caught to her face. She inspected the round, black object, and noted the sparks flying off the string sticking out of the object. Then, she turned her focus back to the human, who hadn't moved an inch. But the smile he had on his face had only grown. He watched the skeleton with a cruel smile, through cold eyes. And only then did she realize what she was holding in her hand.
Her eyes widened. "Oh sho-" She did not even have time to scream before her skull was consumed by a blossom of fire. The human just watched as the skeleton disappeared into the flames, his face completely devoid of emotion. When the smoke cleared, all that remained of the skeleton councilor was a set of charred armor and a bright red scarf.
The human stood rooted to the spot long after the loud explosion faded back into silence, as the rest of the world began to settle down again. He kept his eyes on the scarf fluttering in the wind, a bright red stain in the pure white snow, and for a fleeting moment, the scarlet strip of cloth reminded the human of a certain dark blue ribbon. Then, the memory sunk back into obscurity. The human slipped his revolver back into its holster. He turned back around, and continued on his way, as if nothing of importance had just taken place.
Sans awoke with a start. He scanned the room as if checking for danger. He settled back into his bed with a relieved sigh. The young skeleton pulled his covers back over himself, his eyes set on the ceiling. He was about to fall back to sleep, when a loud ringing jolted him awake again. He rubbed his eyes, confused as to what was going on.
"SANS!" The squeaky voice of his little brother caught his attention, and he turned his head to face his younger brother.
"What is it?" Sans groaned, letting loose a loud yawn just after he finished asking his question.
"They're evacuating the town!" Sans was instantly wide awake.
"What?"
"They said there's some crazy human out there killing everybody in sight!" Papyrus hastily explained. He grabbed hold of Sans' arm and attempted to pull him out of his bed. "Come on!" He cried, fear present in his eyes. "Let's get out of here!"
"Alright," Sans said, hastily jumping out of his bed, an action that surprised Papyrus. His brother usually took his time getting out of bed, so seeing Sans leave the comfort of his sheets so quickly was a pleasant surprise. Sans, however, had his mind on other matters. He was worried for his mother. He knew she had left earlier than usual to get a council meeting, and he hoped that she had not been one of the monsters already killed by the human. As he and his brother fled the house, he took one last look at the house he was leaving behind. He raised his skull to the stars, and sent them a silent prayer for his mother's safety. Unfortunately, his prayer had been sent too late, for she was already dead.