Demonic Guardians AU
Toriel was in a panicked state as she ran through the streets. In her arms was her own firstborn, unconscious with scrapes, bruises, and a nasty scratch across his forehead that was bleeding. Because monsters ate human food, which was physical, this allowed monsters to live a little longer but unfortunately, this meant Toriel had to watch in horror as blood went from the cut down his white fur between his eyes. While running, her hands pulsed with green magic, trying to heal the damage a little. Unfortunately, green magic didn't always do the trick, and sometimes, if the damage was too emotionally damaging to the victim, they wouldn't accept the green magic.
She had to get Asriel to the closest thing to a doctor the monsters had. Doctors weren't a huge thing, since green magic was widely used, but in the uncommon cases, monsters were to send the sick to the monster scientists. That was exactly where Toriel was going to bring her eight-year-old son.
Behind Toriel was Asgore, who was a little ways away. In his big strong arms was their other two children, Dipper and Mabel. Dipper was watching the whole scene around him with wide eyes, daring not to speak or even move, for fear of making the situation worse. Mabel, on the other hand, was silently sobbing, worried for her brother. Asgore, though panicked, distracted himself with the one thing he could: action. Because of this, his face was full of nothing but concentration and exertion.
Toriel was the first to enter the building and once Asgore came in, he put down the Twins and listened to Toriel, who was no longer holding Asriel. Dipper looked up in fascination and nervousness at the monster he had never seen before. The monster was a skeleton with oval eye sockets that had white lights to represent eyes. His right eye had a straight crack going up his face, while his left had a crack going down his face. His hands were strange, especially since there was perfectly circular holes in his palms. He was in a lab coat with a dark sweater on. He looked at Asgore and Toriel with concern.
"My King and Queen, if you don't mind me asking, how did this come to pass?" The skeleton asked, his voice having a strange accent that no one could seem to place.
"I don't know!" Toriel cried out, tears streaming down her face. "Asriel was just walking home and then Mabel told me he was in trouble. We went in the woods and we found him that way. Is he going to be alright, Doctor Gaster?"
"How admirable is the love of a mother." Gaster said calmly, as if taking note of this fact. "Yes, Queen Toriel. Prince Asriel will be quite alright. He is a boss monster, as you remember. Even if he was on death's doorstep, I would be able to save him with how fast you brought him here. You can thank his soul for that."
"Oh thank heavens." Toriel mumbled as she sat down in a chair and sobbed into her hand. Asgore sat beside her and put his arm around her as he looked at Gaster.
"How long until he heals?" Asgore asked, a look of pressing concern on his face.
"My king, Prince Asriel will need at least a 24-hour period to recover, but I have pressing matters to check with the prince, if you allow it." Gaster put his hands behind his back with his clipboard as two ghostly blue hands appeared around him and went into the back rooms.
"What is it?" Asgore replied, causing Toriel to look up from her hands.
"Upon checking some early scanning records, I have found a slight error that happened during the scanning when he was born. I have fixed the problem with the scanner and now I need to make up for the lost numbers. If you don't mind, Prince Asriel is already here to do them." Gaster answered, stoically.
Asgore nodded in approval. With that, he got up from his chair and went over towards the Twins. He crouched down so that he could look at them better. He smiled reassuringly.
"Dad, is Asriel going to be alright?" Mabel asked quietly, rubbing the tears from her eyes.
"My child, Asriel will be just fine. Because of you, he will be awake in no time." With that, Asgore extended his big hand and put it to Mabel's cheek. In response, she put her small hand on his and leaned her head against the hand.
"Can we see him?" Dipper said, looking up at Asgore with shaken but DETERMINED eyes.
"Not yet, Dipper, but you soon will." Asgore replied, before putting his arms around both of them and pulling them into a hug. "You kids sure are brace to put up with such a shock."
As they pulled away from their comforting hug, Gaster looked at the twins in curiosity and fascination. "Why, King Asgore, is that Prince Mason and Princess Mabel?"
Asgore stood to his full height and looked over towards Gaster with a friendly smile. "Where are my manners? Mabel, Dipper, this is Dr. Gaster, my lifelong friend and companion. Gaster, this is my son, Dipper, and my daughter, Mabel. Dipper also goes by Mason too."
Gaster approached the twins, who eyed him suspiciously, and knelt down. With a friendly smile, he seemed to examine their appearance, rather than look at them, before he spoke. "Hello, Prince Dipper and Princess Mabel. I am W. D. Gaster, the Royal Scientist. It is so nice to finally meet you." He put out his hand to shake one of their hands.
Mabel put out her hand and smiled a little. "Nice to meet you too." She said, somberly.
Gaster seemed to look at them with pity, especially considering what condition their brother was in. "How would you like to see your brother, huh? Would you like that?" He asked in a lighter and less formal tone of voice.
Both Mabel and Dipper nodded, their eyes brightening with hope. "Can we?" Dipper tried to reaffirm, meekly.
"Gaster, you don't have to do that. If we have to wait, you don't have to break the rules on our behalf." Toriel replied in a firm tone of voice as she stood up and looked at Gaster with pained eyes.
"It is no trouble, my queen. A few visitors couldn't hurt. Besides, I have some questions to ask of you which are not for the ears of children." Then, he turned to the twins and pointed to a door behind him. "Prince Asriel is in there. Turn to the left and then the second door on your right."
Mabel immediately bolted to the door, eager to see Asriel. Dipper eyed Gaster suspiciously, pondering as to what the adults would discuss, before concluding that supporting Asriel in his dire need was more important to finding that out what could possibly be unsuitable for his ears. He opened the door, and walked through it hesitantly. The door closed on its own. Mabel was there, waiting for him. Side-by-side, they walked down the corridor.
"I hope Rei's gonna be okay." Mabel said, her voice full of regret as she looked down in front of her.
"Gaster said he would be fine, Mabel." Dipper replied nervously, when they turned around the corner towards the door they were supposed to go through. That's when he heard a noise. Dipper paused and looked around him, trying to find the source of the sound. Mabel stopped a little ways in front of him when she realized he wasn't beside her.
"What's wrong, Bro-bro?" Mabel asked, cautiously.
"I thought I heard something." Dipper whispered as he continued to look for the source, but to no avail.
"Pffff... You're crazy." Mabel scoffed, before continuing down the way. Dipper hesitated to continue and when he did, he crept quietly, scanning his surroundings with care until he heard another noise coming from the first room to his right.
He paused, unsure whether to continue to the next room or search this room. Perhaps it was his demon. The demon that haunted his dreams and sometimes decided to wander into reality. Dipper tried to suppress his growing curiosity but he soon found himself turning to enter the lit room. That's when he came face-to-face with someone. Dipper screamed, startled by the encounter as backed away a little. He found that the someone he had encountered did almost the same thing as he did.
That someone was a short skeleton. The skeleton seemed to be about the height of Dipper. He had round eye sockets with medium-sized circular lights dancing in the middle to act as eyes and part of a triangular slit in the middle of his skull to act as a nose. The one thing odd about this skeleton was that his mouth seemed to be in a permanent grin, even as he looked at Dipper with suspicion. He wore a blue jacket with the zipper mostly zipped, along with black exercise shorts with a white light along the outsides and big boots with straps on them. On his head was what looked like, to Dipper's young imagination, time traveler both stared at each other, unsure about what to make of each other.
After moments of watching each other, Dipper was the first to speak up. "Hi." was all he said, keeping it simple.
The skeleton seemed relax a little at the idea of an introduction, even though he still watched him carefully. "hi yourself." The skeleton replied.
"Y-you're a skeleton." Dipper stated, dumbfounded. The skeleton seemed to smile a little more as if he were actually grinning as his eye sockets moved to look as though he found something funny.
"yeah. i am. shockin', ain't it?" Dipper put his hand to his forehead and laughed a little, upon realizing how stupid it was to point out that obvious fact. He looked up in shock, however, as the skeleton joined his laughter.
"I'm sorry. Let's start over." Dipper said, causing the skeleton to nod in agreement before Dipper cleared his threat and stretched out his hand. "Hi. I'm Dipper."
"heya. i'm sans. call me sans the skeleton, if ya want, since i am a skeleton." Sans put out his skeletal hand. Then, as he gripped Dipper's hand, a fart noise sounded throughout the room. Dipper watched in embarrassment before Sans pulled his hand away and smiled.
"whoopee-cushion-in-the-hand trick. always funny!" The young skeleton explained as he showed his palm to the young human boy. Sure enough, there was a whoopee cushion in his hand. Then, upon seeing Dipper's face, Sans looked downcast. "sorry kid. i didn't mean ta embarrass ya. it's just a prank i play with my ol' man that never works. this is the first time it has, considering my ol' man has those holes in his hands."
"Wait. You mean your dad is Gaster?" Dipper asked, once again dumbfounded.
"uh huh. isn't he the best? taught me everything i know about quantum physics." Sans replied with great confidence and pride. "one day, my ol' man told me i would be his lab assistant and we would make great discoveries together."
"Wow! Your mom must be super proud." Dipper responded, knowing full well that whatever quantum physics was was a complicated subject, even for some scientists.
Sans' smile fell. "yeah... about that..."
Dipper looked at Sans with sympathy. "Oh. I'm sorry... is your mom gone?" He asked, apologetically.
"nah. the thing is, i don't have a mom." Sans replied, his expression less serious and grave.
"How is that possible?" Dipper asked, confused. "You must have a mom. Everyone has a mom."
"well, you've just found the first kid that doesn't. my ol' man was BONELY, ya see. he wanted someone as smart as him to be his lab assistant but also be his son, and yet he wasn't in love with anybody." Sans explained thoroughly. "so, ya know those holes in his hands? he cut those out and made me from the material. of course, i'm a bit different from him, even though we are made of the same stuff, since we have different souls. anyways, that's how i only have a dad and no mom."
"Wow. I didn't know that could even happen. That's so cool!" Dipper said, amazed through and through. He already like Sans, especially how smart he was and the fact that Sans was such an interesting character.
"yeah. well, 'nough about me. i've never met a human before. tell me about yerself." Sans replied, sounding genuinely curious of Dipper.
"Well, I don't have much. You see, I was raised by monsters." Dipper started as he tried to find a way to make his life sound more interesting. However, it looked as though he didn't need to, since his friend seemed to absorb the information and want more. He seemed to find everything fascinating about Dipper, even the fact he was orphaned at a young age and that he didn't know his parents. Dipper was even half-tempted to talk about the thing that haunted his dreams, but found himself unable to, for fear of being ridiculed by Sans or hurt even worse in his dreams.
"so, ya don't know your parents?" Sans asked for clarification, as if the very idea of not knowing that information was completely foreign to him.
"No. I never knew them. I never knew my real mom or dad. I never knew who they were, or if they were good, or why they left me and my sister, Mabel." Dipper answered, his excitement over the topic dashing upon finding himself dreading the answer.
"why do you think they left ya?" Sans asked, looking down at the floor in thought.
"I dunno. Maybe they didn't want us. Maybe they hated us and just thought we were garbage." Dipper felt depression overcoming all feelings. He had felt that way ever since he had been told, when he was very young, that his monster parents weren't his real parents. Maybe his real parents just hated him.
"i don't think so." Sans stated suddenly, immediately looking at Dipper, who had a confused expression on his face.
"Why?" Was all Dipper could ask, as he tried to understand why Sans didn't think so.
"i mean, judgin' from what you've been tellin' me, you were left in the winter, right? well, i have a hunch as to what really happened." Sans replied, sounding a bit like a detective, putting together the clues to find the answer. "but, i can't immediately jump ta conclusions, so i'll leave it at this: what if ya mother was tryin' to protect ya? i mean, what if you and your sister had something that no one else had, and someone wanted that?"
Dipper looked down at his feet, wondering if this was true. That's when he heard Sans' voice change into a more somber tone, his casual voice changing into a more serious voice, one that commanded that Dipper should listen. When Dipper looked up, he was startled to find that Sans' lights that represented his eyes were gone, making him look more threatening. Dipper looked on in fear as Sans spoke.
"And what if she DIED trying to protect you from them?" The words lingered in the air for what seemed like hours, before Sans' eyes returned and his voice became more casual. He shrugged after seeing Dipper's panicked look. "then again, that's just a theory of mine."
Immediately, Dipper bolted towards where Asriel's room was. He no longer felt safe around Sans. He no longer felt like they were pals. Instead, he felt fear. He felt like as though he had been playing in a lion's den for a few moments and didn't realize it until the lion almost attacked him. Once he came inside, he was met with the confused eyes of Mabel and the now-conscious Asriel. Dipper turned, half-expecting Sans to follow him to apologize or scare him more, but Sans was nowhere to be found. Even when he looked down the corridor, he found no sign.
He breathed out a sigh of relief and put his hands to his eyes and wiped the tears that he had never noticed were there.
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"Gaster, what is this about?"
"My queen, I am simply a curious monster and my curiosity must be quenched. Ever since I heard you had taken in two human children, I have wanted to find out what lineage they came from. To not know is simply a scandalous thought on our part. Surely, the distantly related family will be worried sick for such great children. Even if you are not giving them back, you must understand how the other family must feel with the uncertainty."
"..."
"...What are you suggesting?"
"I am suggesting something rather simple, King Asgore. It was said back in the Age of Suffering, a monster could identify which lineage a human came from, judging by their soul. Unfortunately, humanity has unified as much as it has diversified. It is hard to pick up such traces that were once easy to spot and feel. To solve this problem, Doctor Alphys, Doctor Crystal, and myself have made a device that is sensitive to these traces and will compare it to a database. This will not only identify which lineage the Twins come from, but can actually identify mother and father as well, something monster magic cannot."
"How long will the scanning last?"
"It won't last long. A few minutes, I would caution to guess. Of course, that will have to be another visit, if you allow it. I believe Doctor Crystal and Doctor Alphys would want to observe it."
"Then it shall be done."
"Asgore-"
"Toriel, the Twins feel rejected by their parents and you know it. Especially the boy. If we figure this out, maybe we could talk to the family and explain it all. Maybe then the Twins will have pride in their heritage, rather than viewing it as a curse."
"...If you think that is right, Asgore..."
"We shall plan the appointment tomorrow, when you come to pick up Asriel and the Twins."
"Asriel AND the Twins?"
"My queen, I thought you would like that. I believe the Twins would rest easier knowing Asriel was by their side. Besides, by now they should have met my son."
"Oh, alright. They can stay here."
"...The data from the scans of Asriel are done. Let me have a look."
"Hopefully they were better than last time, Gaster."
"..."
"...What is wrong?"
"...I fixed the equipment and yet it shows the same data..."
"What does it show?"
"...Where it should show the EXP and LV, there is nothing but ERROR in its place..."
"What does that mean, Gaster?"
"I have my suspicions... How did Mabel know Asriel was in trouble?"
"She told us her guardian angel told her. Nothing more than pretend, I'm afraid. She probably saw it happen and didn't want us to know."
"Where was she before that?"
"...In the kitchen."
"The entire time?"
"Yes."
"And where did you find Asriel when he was harmed?"
"The clearing the woods where the Rebellion symbol was engraved on a stone in the ground."
"What is the meaning of this, Gaster?"
"My king, if no guardian angel told her Asriel was harmed, how could she know not only where Asriel was, but also that he was in trouble? That clearing is far from the house, making it unable to see from even the second story. The kitchen has no windows and she was there the whole time. If it weren't a guardian angel, then how did she know?"
"..."
"..."
"What do you think, Doctor?"
"I assume nothing, my king. I simply have a hypothesis, and only one way to test it. Of course, they will have to be older to do such test."
"Will it be dangerous?"
"No. Just...revealing..."
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The PTA AU
"My name is Dipper Pines and I have the best caretaker in the world. Dunkle Sans! You might think this lazy, irresponsible skeleton is the last person you would expect to be a good caretaker, but I beg to differ. Not only has he managed to keep my sister, Mabel, and I alive for twelve years, but he is a costumed crusader who fights for our rights behind the scenes during the PTA meetings at school. For example, when I was in 4th grade...
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"hey kiddo. what's with the long face?" Sans asked with lazy concern from where he laid on the couch as an unhappy Dipper came through the door.
"Oh... Well, the entire school is doing a literature fair that is like a science fair but where you make a project about a book. I was thinking of doing one based off of 'Murder at the Orient Express' by Agatha Christie." Dipper replied, looking down at his feet sheepishly.
"sounds fine by me, so what's the matter?" Sans said as he sat up on the couch and looked at Dipper.
"Well, Helen told me that I couldn't because it 'could corrupt a child's mind with its violence'." Dipper looked heartbroken after imitating Helen. When he looked up, however, he noticed that Sans looked agitated. It was no secret that Sans hated Helen. Actually, he hated most people in the PTA. It was any wonder that Sans didn't quit at all. Honestly, Dipper never knew how he survived with such toxic parents there.
Sans, right then, stood up and shrugged, his eyes closed as he grinned. "well, let's get started."
"On what?" Dipper asked, confused as to what they were going to be doing. Maybe they were going to get nice cream or something.
Sans looked at Dipper like it was obvious. "your project, kid. let's make a poster that would make agatha christie proud."
"But, Helen said-"
"look, kid." Sans interrupted, looking at Dipper with serious and caring eyes. "i am a part of the pta and that means me and little miss perfect-child over there are on the same jurisdiction. the only way for me to win this, however, is for you to use this advice."
Dipper listened eagerly, knowing that what Sans was going to say would've been scary to a stranger's kid if they didn't know his Dunkle, What Dipper knew was that Sans' anger that he had was not towards Dipper, but towards Helen and that the harshness was not meant for Dipper. He also knew that Sans was toughening him up for the real world.
What would've been scary for another kid was the fact that when the skeleton blinked, the lights in his eyes were gone, making him look threatening and angry. His voice was extra gruff and hostile and his lazy attitude was gone, as he said, "DON'T YOU DARE LISTEN TO THE UNEDUCATED BULL THAT COMES OUT OF THAT DEMON DISGUISED AS A MOTHER, CAPISCE?"
Dipper nodded, calmly as Sans blinked again and the lights were back in his eyes. He grinned apologetically. "sorry. i have a BONE to pick with that woman. i can't stand her." He then started walking down towards the kitchen. "anyways, c'mon kid. we've got a project to make."
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*One Work Montage Later*
Dipper wiped the sweat off his brow as he stood up straight next to Sans. Without looking at each other, Sans put out his hand and Dipper high-fives it as they admired their handiwork on a trifold poster, much like the ones at a science fair. Everything was done and was going according to plan. Well, until Sans left Dipper's side and went to the kitchen table, where there was items other than the extra glue and paper they had to order for the project. Dipper watched in curiosity as Sans pulled out a tiny tuxedo, a wig with black hair, and a mustache that was twirled like the way kids drew mustaches when they were younger.
"What are those for?" Dipper asked.
"well, i thought it would heighten the experience for everybody. when readin' the book with ya, i came to the realization that i am poirot, the detective who solved the crime. i am smart, cunning, and i am chubby." Sans grinned and shrugged as Dipper tried to hold back his laughter. "also, i want to be there if helen or the rest of the pta decide to be jerks to my kid."
Dipper laughed as Sans winked. Truly, Sans was the best Dunkle.
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"Sans, I can't believe you let your kid make an entire display based on such savage imagery!" Helen screeched like an injured falcon. Dipper slumped his head down in his vest. He was hurt. He wanted to run away. However, he perked up once Sans, dressed as the famous detective, Poirot, spoke, unconcerned.
"hey. the kid liked the book. i mean, if we all had to stop doing what we liked, then you would have to stop acting like mt. st. helens and blowing up in my face, but that won't happen, will it?" Sans replied with a sly grin. Dipper watched in fascination as he felt the saltiness from the conversation. He felt... was that pride?
"My word!" Helen exclaimed before glaring back at Sans. "Well, at least MY child will not be influenced by your bad parenting."
"At least it's better than yours." Sans answered without even glaring back.
"At least MY boy will not read violent literature." Helen bit back.
Sans shrugged. "At least my kid knows how to read."
Helen stood there, stuck in time, it seemed. Red covered her "perfect" face as she processed those words. She seemed to be at a loss for words. Dipper couldn't help but smile. He had always wondered how Sans survived such hostility, but now he got his answer. As it turned out, Sans was great at comebacks and was even better at burning people. It was certainly a pleasure to watch him work.
"What are you implying?" Helen finally managed to say through her gritted teeth.
Sans shrugged again, almost unable to hide his grin. "hey. i'm just saying, helen, that readin' to your kid is different from teaching them how to read. he's gotta learn someday, helen."
"Well, I-!" was all Helen could say before Sans interrupted.
"but hey. i'm not one to judge. i mean, it's better to stick your nose in a book than sticking it in my business." By now, some people who felt just as oppressed by Helen were staring as she got burned by burn after burn. Some people laughed. Some people cried. Heck, some people laughed and cried. It was like the liberation of France. Everybody was happy, and Dipper was the happiest of them all. It was on that day that Dipper found out how much of a genius his Dunkle was. Of course, Sans had to end it someday, and so he ended it then.
"so please, do the entire world a favor, and don't show yourself ever again." Sans said, his eyes dark as, for the first time in that entire exchange, he glared at Helen. She was furious and embarrassed. Clenching her hands into fists, she dashed out of their sight. Of course, when one mother comes, another follows.
"'Murder on the Orient Express'?" A familiar voice came from another woman. Sans sighed. Linda. "Couldn't you have chosen something simpler?"
"i don't know, linda." Sans replied with a shrug. "it's not my fault my kid knows real literature when he sees it."
"Excuse me!" Linda yelled out, her hand across her heart from the insult.
"i'm just saying, linda. sparkly vampires and love triangles are hardly the stuff of good literature." Sans then pulled out a book behind his back. "i would start your journey through good literature with this book."
"That is a children's book! How dare you suggest 'Tic-tac-toe with Fluffy Bunny'!" Linda screamed in outrage.
"well, i thought this would be more your reading level. it's short, shallow in depth, and is the sequel no one asked for." Sans looked down at the book for a minute, before looking up at Linda, thoughtfully. "count to think of it, this book is a lot like you."
"You son-of-a..." Linda grumbled, before cutting herself short because children were nearby. With that, she stormed off. Sans decided to take to his advantage as he spoke out to Linda from across the room.
"hey! you forgot your book!" He yelled out, pointing the children's book he had bought just for this burn.
Linda turned around, quickly and shouted in complete anger without a single thought about the children around her, "Go to hell, Mr. Pines!"
"Linda!" She paused with a look of dread as she heard the voice of the principal behind her, tapping her foot. "That was inappropriate for the young children and I must ask you to leave the premises NOW." Linda grumbled under her voice as she was led out of the building.
Sans, with a smirk a mile wide, cupped a hand around his mouth as he said within earshot of Linda, "Love you too, Linda."
Dipper, meanwhile, had merely been a silent bystander, watching in admiration as his Dunkle protected him from the ridicule of the PTA. Soon, that shocked, dumbfounded expression turned into a small smile as he realized how Sans managed to survive those meetings and it all made sense. Take away their pride and you take away their power. It was then that Dipper declared that he wanted to be just like his Dunkle. Insult his bullies and then, maybe he would finally be respected, much like Sans was. He was so deep in thought that he was brought out of his daydreams when he heard something over the intercom.
"DIPPER PINES!" Was what the intercom said and everyone looked at him and clapped with genuine cheers. Dipper, utterly confused, smiled awkwardly and waved before inching towards Sans.
"What happened?" He whispered to his Dunkle.
Sans looked at him in silent amusement at the fact he didn't realize the good fortune that fell upon him. "ya won, kiddo. you won first place." Sans replied, beaming with pride as Dipper's mouth opened, dumbfounded.
That quickly became a giant grin as a trophy was placed into his hands by the librarian, who winked at him with silent approval. Dipper opened his eyes, tears of joy forming in them, before he went towards his Dunkle and hugged the skeleton, causing Sans to be paralyzed for a bit in shock. Then, he closed his eyes with a sigh as he hugged back. Right then, it was just a boy, his trophy, and his Dunkle Sans...
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It was that day that I realized my Dunkle Sans was more than a lazy skeleton. He was an awesome skeleton with the best superpower ever: the power of spinning burns and insults. I hoped to learn to do the same thing too, and my Dunkle was happy to oblige.
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Demonic Guardian AU Encore!
Mabel gasped as she woke up from her nightmare. She sat up and finally realized it was just a dream. In her mind, she repeated the same things she always said whenever she had a bad dream. I am safe. I am home. I will never be harmed. My guardian angel will protect me. When she calmed down, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and scanned her surroundings. She was in her room with her two brothers.
She looked underneath her top bunk to find Dipper, sleeping soundly for once without a sign of a nightmare. He was hugging the stuffed animal of a rabbit he had had from the moment they were adopted. She looked across at the single twin bed her other brother was sleeping in. Asriel was sleeping with his favorite blanket, a comfort that protected him from all the troubles he faced. His hand was near his face while his thumb was in his mouth. Mabel smiled at the peace, and yet felt restless.
With a sigh, she climbed down the ladder to the ground. Her bare feet padded softly on the floor as she tiptoed to the door. She cracked open the door quietly and looked out. There was no sign of anyone that was awake. She must've woken up after the parents went to bed. Upon finding this out, the door creaked open as she went out into the dark hallway. Mabel closed the door softly before she went into the main living room. She went near the fireplace and touched the surrounding bricks. Cold. It must be really early if the fireplace was cold. Turning, she went into the kitchen, got a glass from the cupboard, and filled the glass with water from the sink.
With that glass full to the brim, she took the glass with her to the couch, where she sat and thought about her dream. Unfortunately, upon sitting down and thinking about it, she couldn't remember much about her dream. It was hazy and there was parts of the story that were important but forgotten. She dreaded this and sat in silence, sipping her water.
"Hello, Mabel." A soft whisper echoed through the house, and yet no one else heard. Mabel smiled and looked up from her glass towards the hallway where the voice was coming from. It was her guardian angel.
The angel, despite having many forms in theory, only came in a familiar form when confronting Mabel. That form was the form of a girl that was always about twelve or thirteen. Mabel, being nine now, was towered by the angel for the most part. The angel liked to look a lot like Mabel. Her hair was straight and went to her shoulders with her hair, on her left side, covering her eye. Her hair was brown with a little hint of a color hard to see in her transparent form at the tips. She had on a sweater with a change of color between her upper torso and shoulders. She wore a tutu with leggings and boots that went up to her ankle.
Mabel's angel smiled warmly at her as she came to sit beside Mabel on the couch. "You're up early." The angel commented, looking over at Mabel suspiciously.
"Y-yeah. I-I had a nightmare." Mabel laughed awkwardly a little before putting a hand to the side of her head.
"I'm sorry. Those are no fun." The angel frowned sympathetically.
"Well, it is less scary when I wake up, thanks to you." Mabel grinned as she looked over towards her angel, who blushed.
"Awwww. You're too kind." She replied as her cheeks became red. Then, she smiled proudly as she spoke softly to Mabel. "Wanna see something cool?"
"Yes!" Mabel whisper-shouted excitedly. "Last time you wanted to show me something, you showed me how you save us!"
The angel giggled. "Alright! You can come out now!" She ordered as a creature came out of the shadows.
It was a small creature that looked like a pink balloon. It was circular, pink, and it whizzed through the air. The thing that struck Mabel, however, was that it was real. It was not transparent. To check if it was true, Mabel stuck her finger out to touch the being. The being seemed to purr and rub her hand in response, causing her to squeal a little.
"Shhhh." The angel hushed as her finger went to her mouth. "We don't want anyone to know you're up."
"It... it's... REAL." Mabel's eyes were filled with energy and happiness as the creature seemed to play with her hand.
"It follows my commands, but also yours. You also may have noticed that you can actually feel it. That is because it actually has a physical form." The angel explained with her eyes closed.
"You mean other people can see it too?" Mabel asked before she giggled softly as the creature landed on her head.
The angel opened her eyes. "Yes, although I prefer if no one sees it unless it is absolutely necessary." The angel cautioned before smiling sweetly. "The idea is that if I am unable to help you at a moment when you are in trouble, then it will help you, since it has a physical form, and a strong, malleable one at that!"
"What does ''malleable' mean?" Mabel said with a confused expression.
"That means it can do this!" The angel replied and with that, the creature went around Mabel's wrist and became a bracelet. Mabel giggled happily. "In fact, I think that will be how the creature will stay hidden."
With that, silence filled the room. Mabel looked down at her new pink accessory with admiration. Then, she gave a questioning look at her angel. The angel, upon seeing Mabel's stare, looked back.
"I don't know your name." Mabel noted with a hint of confusion. "What's your name?"
The angel looked down at her feet as sweat beaded on her forehead. Mabel watched her until an answer of some sort came out of the angel's mouth.
"I... don't remember." The angel said with a frown as she seemed to flinch upon saying those words.
She looked down. "I... I just don't remember. I try and try but it always hurts to try and remember. It's like as though I want to remember, but I don't. It feels as though I feel a sense of dread at what I might find."
"Why is that?" Mabel asked, listening to every word her angel said.
"I-I don't know. It's like..." the angel trailed off before looking at Mabel straight in the eyes. "What if I wasn't an angel, but the opposite of one?"
"W-what?" Mabel cried out as tears filled her eyes.
"What if instead of protecting you, I am supposed to torment you. I mean, think of Asriel and Dipper's companions. Look at what they do to them! Am I... Am I supposed to do the same thing to you?" The angel looked down at her feet.
"I... I won't believe it." Mabel announced as, despite the tears, a look of refusal replaced the one of heartbreak. "It could be, but what if it was just the opposite. What if they are supposed to be guardians just like you and they are failing? I mean, you have protected me since I was born, even when my parents pushed me away. I trust you with my heart, body, and soul."
The angel looked at her with admiration before smiling. "Then I will not let you down." She replied, before looking up at the sky. "Well, you better go to bed. You need your rest. Wouldn't want you to be half your hyperactive self?"
"Yeah." Mabel smiled as she got up from the couch and started towards the kitchen.
"Wait!" The angel yelled out, before she seemed to move her head towards a direction. With that, the creature around Mabel's wrist went back to normal and quickly put her cup in the sink before returning to Mabel and becoming a headband, an act that made Mabel extra happy. Unfortunately, she immediately ordered the creature to become a bracelet again, since she was going to sleep.
As Mabel started towards the hallway, she turned to face her angel a little. "What if I came up with a name for you and this creature? I mean, Mom has a whole bunch of baby name books. I could get a few and read them off to you until you find one you like!"
The story of how Toriel got so many baby name books was actually quite funny. When Toriel was pregnant with Asriel, she and Asgore went on a quest for a name they both liked. Unfortunately, they could not agree on a single one. They bought book after book but could not find a single name they liked. Well, that is until Asgore came up with Asriel, the best name he could ever come up with in a million years.
The angel smiled in response. "Yeah. I mean, you can't call me 'Angel' all the time." The two of them laughed a little as Mabel started to leave the room.
"Goodnight." Mabel whispered.
"Goodnight Mabel. Sweet dreams. Remember, I will protect you through the night." The angel then disappeared, her words echoing in Mabel's head. Mabel looked down at her wrist and sure enough, the creature was still there and as pink as ever. Quietly, she entered the room and closed the door. She quickly climbed up the ladder and laid down on her bed. There, she slept for the rest of the night.
(A/N Okay. I know that I have mostly Demonic Guardians in this one, but I have a defense! Some of the AUs are ones that I haven't heard of before and most are stuff that I have to read carefully. I think the closest I am to finishing is the Inverted Fate one, seeing as I am reading Snowdin at the time I am writing this. Anyways, bone appetit with this new installment.)
Key to the Vigenère Cipher:
AUs pour in left and right.
The key to the Cipher is not an AU,
but an alternate timeline.
A boy and a girl
DETERMINED and BRAVE
Find their last name
And secrets will be revealed.