Heya everyone! Updates are slow, but we gotta stay determined right? :D. So I got some lovely reviews, and we should go on with this~!
tentaclecat: I'm glad I'm not the only one creating that connection. I can understand why authors might not connect the two though. I mean, there are so many main characters in Soul Eater. I can list twenty off the top of my head. But, in Undertale, there's maybe around ten that are "main" characters. I've spent weeks figuring out who will be who, and who will stay the same as in the anime. I was going to do the Manga, but I haven't read them all but I have seen the anime countless times. So, the best candidate for Death was Papyrus, because I think if he really wanted to, he could be scary. And, I'd like to point out right now that there will be no Death the Kid. Instead, it's just Sans. There will be lots of OCs by the way and a few headcanons. Thank you for being the first to review!
Thefallenhuman: Yayyyyy~! :3 I can't tell you how scared I was about making this.
Red Diz: I was actually contemplating Death to be Gaster and/or Sans, but I was surprised on how much Papyrus fit that role. But, I did find a place for Sans and Gaster, so we don't have to worry about missing out on anybody~!
Guest: Thnx m8 :3
HERE WE GOOOOOOO~!
Chapter 1
"Well, here we are."
The monster glanced behind him, a human about his height was staring up at the giant building. The monster was a skeleton, who wore a black beanie, a blue zip-up hoodie and baggy, torn jeans. His shoes were gray converse and they were untied.
The human had tan skin and her eyes were seemingly shut. She had short brown hair and a large blue sweater with two pink stripes. She wore jeans and suprisingly she was bare foot -her feet dirty and blistered and worn. She had a small bandage on her face, the injury beneath the plaster swollen.
"D-do... Do we really have to?" the human asked softly. The skeleton smirked, jagged teeth bared.
"Don't act like that, Frisk," he said. "You were the one who said you wanted to go." He snatched Frisk's hand with his and began to march forward. "So, let's go!" Frisk yelped softly and tried to resist going inside, but the skeleton was too strong.
"N-no Fang Song! I changed my mind! I don't want to!" She dragged her heels, but eventually gave in, hiding slightly behind Fang. They walked through the doors and Frisk flinched at all the students who were not in class. A few looked over and suddenly there was a loud shout that made both of them jump.
"Newbies~!"
Fang Song sighed and grabbed Frisk's collar before she could slink off somewhere.
"Nice try," he muttered with a smile. "C'mon, crybaby." Frisk clung to Fang's sleeve as the skeleton sauntered down the halls. Fang Song and Frisk eventually, with lots of pauses as Frisk tried to leave and avoid others, made it to the hallway of guillotines.
It took three minutes to make Frisk even get her foot in it. The skeleton had to result to pushing her through each one with Frisk blithering about how the blades could fall and cut her into pieces.
"Frisk! You freakin' idiot! Just..." Fang Song pulled his arms back. "Go..." He lurched forward and Frisk was tumbling down the hallway. "THROUGH!"
Fang Song casually followed the flailing human, his hands tucked into his pockets. He sighed and they both eventually stumbled into the death room.
Poor poor Frisk, he thought as he helped up the sniffling human. The kid would probably scream at the sight of her own shadow...
Frisk wiped her eyes and gave Fang a weak smile.
"I'm okay," she mumbled.
The two nodded to each other and walked up to a hunched black form on an elevated platform. Millions of crosses were implanted in the sand. Thin clouds wisped up above. Frisk frowned and pointed at the sky. Fang just shrugged and turned his attention to the form.
"Hey! Are we in the right place?"
The shape thrusted upward and turned toward the two. It was a tall, grinning skeleton in a jagged cloak. His sockets were wide.
"Heya~!" the being chided, waving. "It depends on what you mean by 'the right place.' I suppose you are if you're looking for the death room!"
Fang felt his shoulders slump and he clenched his jaw. This is Lord Death? I thought he'd be... Well, cooler is one thing I guess...
"Uh, yeah. We're the new transfer students. From the village near Mount Ebott," he said, placing a boney hand on Frisk's shoulder. The skeleton tilted the top half of his body.
"Ahhh... The children from Ireland." Death smiled and bounced in place. "I hope you didn't have too much trouble during your flight. I bet it took some strong and persistent nagging to get your parents' permissions, eh?"
Frisk and Fang Song flinched. Death blinked with a confused grin.
"Yeah, about that. We're orphans," Fang replied as Frisk kicked at an invisible object on the floor. "Frisk never met her parents, and mine were lynched when I was ten. That's why we enrolled. The skeleton huntings are still pretty nasty over there." Death frowned and straightened himself.
"Oh... Yes, I'm afraid that is still a problem. But, don't you worry, I've got a couple of Death Scythe's over there and surely they'll find a way to negotiate and solve this issue peacefully." The grim reaper clapped his hands together and spun around. When he faced the two adolescents again, he was holding two plates of pasta. He handed them to Fang and Frisk with another kind smile.
"Spaghetti?" Fang asked, twirling the fork through the noodles. Frisk inspected it wearily, her expression slightly skeptical. Fang took a gaping bite, barely tasting it as he swallowed.
"Well yeah!" Death exclaimed with a proud stance. "I figured you'd be hungry! I mean, you walked all the way here from Las Vegas!" He cringed at Frisk's bare feet. "My, are you all right? Do you need some shoes?" Frisk shook her head, finally deciding to take a taste of the food given to her. Fang took another bite.
They both froze, their stomachs dropping. They gave each other side-ways glances and Fang thought Frisk looked as if she were turning green.
The taste is indescribable, they thought in unison. Lord Death didn't seem to notice.
Frisk politely swallowed -though she gagged when doing so- while Fang Song spat it back onto the plate. Lord Death grinned and began to talk once more.
"All right! Well, you both consider yourselves enrolled! Also, I think from the letter you wrote, you said you two are already weapon and meister partners?" The students nodded. "Great! And about living circumstances, I will rent you two a place a few blocks from here, okay?"
"Oh... Lord Death, you are very kind... Thank you." Frisk set her plate down and gave the reaper a smile.
"You're welcome! And I hope you train hard here at the DWMA-"
"HEY DEATH!"
The skeleton looked up from Frisk and Fang and suddenly both of the students were flung aside as a blur of blue and red slammed down in front of the deity. She was almost as tall as Death himself. She wore an eyepatch over her left eye and her hair flowed out behind her. Fang grit his jaw and Frisk placed a hand to her head. They both got up as a plump orange-yellow lizard monster bustled in.
"Hey, Death! I need another assignment! Surely you've got one that can help me an' Alphys, right?" The fish monster blasted out, grinning wide. Death hunched his shoulders, his sockets narrowed.
"What about the one I gave you?" he asked softly. Fang and Frisk glanced at each other. Alphys took a look at the two students.
"O-oh, you two must be new." She held out a talon to Frisk. She blinked and grasped Alphys' hand. Suddenly there was a loud bang. The fish monster was on the ground, clutching her head and seemingly unconcious. Death didn't look particularly pleased.
"U-Undyne!" Alphys went up to the monster who just got hit.
"Her name's Undyne?" Fang asked Frisk quietly. "Like, unable to die? What a stupid na-" He was cut off as a boot connected with his chin and he went flying backwards.
"Hey! Shut up, runt!" Undyne snapped, fangs flashing in the light of the room. The grim reaper frowned. "I chose my name, thank you very much! So screw off!" She got up, dark green blood leaking from her scalp. She grinned at Fang as he staggered to his feet, wiping his mouth. They stared at each other for a moment before they both smiled and gave each other a thumbs up.
Frisk and Alphys exchanged glances before giggling quietly.
At night...
Sans kept his hood over his bleached skull and his hand was clasping Silvia's gently. They walked through the streets, their heads turning and peeking down alleys and between houses.
Papyrus said there were two rogue girls causing trouble. I wonder where they are...
Sans and Silvia wandered for a while longer, the moon shifting far overhead. It laughed softly. It still creeped Sans out somewhat, and he'd constantly have to calm Silvia down from nightmares about it.
He glanced down at the little child. She was trotting happily beside him, acting as if they weren't on a terribly dangerous mission. As if there was absolutely nothing wrong. Sans frowned slightly. Why did he ever agree to become her meister? She was only five years old! Why would he put her in that much danger?
"Silv are you sure you really want to be my weapon?" he asked her, pausing and looking down at the human. She stared up at him with big blue eyes.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I wanna be?" Silvia smiled and gripped his hand tighter. "I love you, and that's all that matters! I wanna protect you!"
Sans felt all melty inside and he instantly picked her up, kissing her forehead. "You little dork!" he beamed, swinging her around.
There was a soft click. Sans froze and glanced behind him. Silvia peeked over his shoulder.
A tall skeleton in a blue hoodie and black skirt stood across the street, holding a pale rifle. She was smirking, her glasses gleaming in the moonlight. Her silver aria hair was tied back.
"Aw, what a touching spectacle," she announced coldly. Sans narrowed his sockets at the girl monster. He hadn't realized that other skeletons dwelled here. "Too bad you're both about to get blown to bits."
"What makes you say that?" Sans asked blithely. "You think tiny little bullets will affect me? Wow, how dumb could you be?" He grinned. "Must be a bonehead, huh Silvia." The little girl burst into a fit of giggles. The skeleton girl frowned.
"You're Death's brother, aren't you."
"What's it to you?"
"And that girl? Is she your weapon?"
"Yeah! But not just that, I'm his kid, too!" Silvia stuck her tongue out, making the rogue sneer.
"Oh, this is perfect," the rifle laughed. It glowed and in bright flash, it was another skeleton, they about Sans' height. They had jagged teeth and short, spiky red aura hair. They wore a set of headphones around their neck, a torn gray tank-top, ripped jeans and no shoes. They also had fingerless gloves on their hands.
Sans looked at both of them, his mind trying to wrap around this.
Two female skeleton monsters. At least... One I'm positive is female. The shorter one I can't really tell... He set down Silvia and faced the two. Both have strong wavelengths... Are they related? Possibly... He gave a slight nod to Silvia who began to gleam. She was suddenly back into her dragon-skull cannon form, bright blue irises shining. The taller skeleton flinched and took a step back. Sans smirked, but then shuddered when he saw the shorter one smile.
"What is that?" they asked, crossing their arms. "A little bunny skull? Aw, I'm so scared."
Sans suddenly realized something about the two monsters. They weren't close to becoming Kishins, or even Kishin Eggs. They were both perfectly normal. He glanced at Silvia.
Maybe... Maybe I can reason with them.
"Hey," he said, holding out his arms. "I think I can spare you two. But first, I need to ask ya both somethin'."
The tall skeleton girl tilted her head, while the other narrowed their sockets.
"Have you two heard of the DWMA?"
The two nodded.
"Are you both weapons?"
"We're weapons and meisters," the angry-looking one growled, spitting at him.
"What if I made you two a deal?" Sans asked. They both blinked, intrigued. "You two become my weapons and I'll turn you both into Death Scythes. How does that sound? You won't have to hurt anyone. Just the tainted will fall under your strength."
The rogues glanced at each other, one confused while the other seemed reluctant.
"How good of a meister can you be?" the short one asked. "No one that I've ever heard of has handled three weapons. What makes you think that you can?"
"Chiller, I think we should give him a chance..."
"Shut up, I wanna hear it from this guy! So? What makes you think ya can, dumbass?!"
"Well, I'm not sure," Sans replied, shrugging. "But hey, it means I get the opportunity to kill three witches. Doesn't that sound great to either of you?"
There was a long stretch of silence, the only noise the distant moon's chuckles.
The skeletons looked at each other once more before staring at Sans.
"Fine, we're in."
Three years later...
The teenager quietly dashed across the rooftop, stalking her target. A large blood-red scythe gleamed in her hand and she stopped when she saw the Kishin Egg stagger across the street.
"Hey!"
It halted, it's twisted face scrunched in confusion. Long, serrated claws stabbed from mechanical wires and gloves that the being wore. It's eyes were dark and seemingly lifeless.
"Mass murderer Jack the Ripper..." Frisk pointed her scythe at the Egg.
"Your Soul is mine!"
