Nothing But Dust (An Undertale Fanfiction)
Chapter 4: Civilization
Disclaimer: I don't own Undertale. I own my OCs.
"text": Dialogue
'text': Thought
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After their short rest, which lasted about five hours, the group headed back outside. Gen could walk on her own now, so Terr could finally carry more things.
Heading towards 'Sno', Quinn brought up a topic. "Hey, Terr..."
The younger man perked. "What's up?" His grip on the Automag was tight.
"Can I call ya somethin' easier than 'Terr'? It sounds weird..." He shivered, holding the Type 38 against his shoulder.
He huffed, also shivering. "Like what?" Gen was close to him, practically hugging his leg.
The older man sighed, thinking. "I dunno... how about 'Red'?" He shook his head. "No, no, how about 'Fire'?"
He chuckled. "Now you're just thinking of things to keep you warm." Terr relaxed a bit, putting his hand on the shoulder of the child.
Quinn chuckled. "Possibly... well, what about you little one?" He looked back at her.
Gen mumbled something he couldn't make out, but Terr could. "Slick..." She looked up at him, a slight smile on her face. "Your nickname should be 'Slick'..."
He ruffled her hair a bit. "I like it... Slick has a nice ring to it."
They came upon a small opening, past what seemed to be some sort of spike trap. There were multiple spike traps, actually. Some had... rock puzzles? Whatever they were, they just passed them. The small opening led to a guard station, much like the ones before the radio hut, but that wasn't on their mind. Another body was in front of them. Quinn looked at Slick, then to Gen. "I'll take the little one, laddie. Check the body, wouldja?"
He nodded, waiting for the irishman to take her away. Okay, time to loot. Again, it was a winter camo soldier. As luck would have it, the man had an auto rifle. It's got a clip in the... back? That's odd... and the rail is over the latch handle... he shrugged. Slick took out the clip, counting down the ammo. Hmm... at least fifteen... huh? He flinched. The tips are red... he took out the box of ammo Quinn gave him. It looks the same... does this gun take that 'DT' ammunition? He put in the bullets one by one, until the magazine was filled with thirty bullets. The young man placed the clip back into the rifle. Next thing... he flipped the man over. Jesus... his face was carved with a smile. The patch on his vest read 'Cpt. Erik', with a bit of blood splashed on it. Checking his front pockets, he found two full clips of ammo for the gun. Red tipped and all. "Maybe I should take this one's vest..."
He tugged off the black tactical vest, seeing if it fit him. A bit big, but if I had my denim jacket it would fit just fine. He checked the pockets, but got nothing. Okay... wait! His attention snapped to the object at his leg. A holster for a gun, specifically a handgun. Slick took it, strapping it onto his own leg, and holstered the Automag. He held the auto rifle in both hands, heading up to meet Quinn and Gen.
The little girl was sitting on the desk part of the guard post, lightly swinging her legs forward. Quinn was leaning against said desk, messing around with the rifle in his hands. Slick waved to the pair, as the irishman waved back. "Find anything- WOAH!" He ran over to the younger man. "Is that what I think it is?! A FAMAS! A FAMAS!" The older man sounded like a child getting a new toy on Christmas. "You got lucky there, laddie. That'll work with those 'DT' bullets we found, since they're 5.56x45."
Slick nodded. "I figured out that much. The soldier also had two clips full of that same ammo, in this vest." He patted it. "Maybe this 'Sno' place has a private militia, or a small army." Quinn's eyes were gleaming at the thought of finding a small army, with all the guns in the world. "Save it for later, grandpa, we still have to get there." He snapped his fingers in front of the irishman, which seemed to break his trance.
"Can I 'ave it? Pleaseeeeeee?" He looked at the younger man with dog eyes, which just got him a disapproving 'no'. His shoulders slumped. "Aww... yer a mean person, laddie." Quinn huffed playfully, which got a chuckle out of Gen. He firmly held the Type 38, walking forward.
Slick helped the child get down off the post, as they continued. The area coming up had a large patch of ice in front of it. There were circles on the ground, which seemed to indicate that the puzzle was solved. They carefully made their way across to the other side, which seemed as empty as the rest of the snow-ridden landscape. However, there was a long bridge leading to what seemed to be a town... "I think that's the 'Sno' place, laddie..." The irishman spoke, cold breath escaping the edges of his mouth. The young man nodded.
"Probably. Wouldn't hurt to check." The trio started to walk across bridge, when a shot rang out from the other side of the gap.
A rifle could be made out, in the hands of a tall figure. "Are any of you 'Determined'?" The man shouted, as he was actively looking down the scope. "Redhead?"
Slick scoffed. 'Can we catch a fuckin' break? Didn't even get halfway across...' He shrugged. "You're going to have to explain what the hell 'Determined' is."
The sniper still looked down his scope. "Has a heart appeared in front of you?" He pointed his gun at the irishman. "How about you?"
"I haven't, but..." He rested his hand on the little girl's shoulder. "I think this one has that 'Determination' stuff..."
He lowered his gun, with a bit of a smile. "Fuckin' A!" The soldier motioned for them to come across. "You're cleared to go. Every surviving human is welcome in Snowdin."
The younger man tensed. 'How crazy would it be if I said this place was fucking doomed?' He took the lead, pushing past the two.
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Snowdin was repurposed as a sort of military-like compound, that worked as a safehouse. People could be seen mingling, along with other refugees and soldiers.
There were certain sections of the place that seemed to have a specific purpose. There was a place that was named 'shop', but the sign in front of it said 'storage'. The building next to it was named 'inn' but a sign marked it as 'medbay'.
A larger building marked 'Grillby's' was kept the same, and seemed to be a sort of bar. 'Maybe I'll stop by later.' Down the path that led past the bar seemed to have a building in contrast to the others, but the group checked the rest of the town out.
The 'librarby' was now the 'armaments stockpile'. Quinn's eyes lit up, but Terrence dragged him on to continue their own tour.
A house that wasn't intially marked was now marked as 'rest area'. The shack next to it said the same.
Now, they checked out the newer looking building. Two guards were stationed in front of it, both with high-caliber weaponry. The one wearing a gas mask had a large machine gun, with a round disc as it's clip. "Is that a Lewis? That gun's basically a relic..."
The soldier made a slight chuckle. "Relics can be taken care of."
The other guard had a beret. She wore a smaller, more compact gun. "A UMP forty-five?" He asked. She nodded.
"Collapsible stock, too." She clicked back the stock, and folded it over onto one side. Quinn was pretty much giggling like a school kid.
Terrence knocked him over the back of the head. "Where's your leader, or commander?" He asked the female guard. She motioned to the metal cube they were standing in front of.
"It's the command center. Major's in there." The gas mask guard rapped in knuckles on the metal. Shortly after, the door opened. "I think Major will only want to talk to you, Red." He grabbed Terrence by the arm, leading him inside.
The metal cube was lit by a couple lights, with a figure in a long winter military coat. "What's with the vest, Red?" They turned around, revealing a female with medium length blonde hair.
'You've got a bit of ginger in your hair, and now you're just called red.' He shrugged. "Thought it could be useful. Here, I believe you'll want these patches?" Terrence took the names of the soldier that were tagged on the vests, including his. "I'm sure people are wonder what happened to Reston, Cain, Amanda, and Erik."
She shook her head. "Their families already knew they were dead."
He sighed. "I see..." The younger man looked over at her. "Then what do you want from me, Major...?"
"Akira. Akira Mikazuki." She paced a bit, huffing. "And, we'll save that for later... I need a smoke."
Terrence took out his pack. "I've got about twelve left. Want one?" He offered.
The Major squinted her eyes at him. "Brand?"
"Mavericks. Full Flavor Kings." He opened the pack, taking a cigarette for himself, and holding one out for her.
She shook her head, with a grin. "There's a bit of space out back. We'll drag there."
Terrence nodded. "Copy that." He chuckled.
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