Me: Holy Dreemurrs...

Toriel: Shock...

Asgore: Golly...

Me: I know.

Sans: i have something in my eyes.

Me: ...Yeah. Me too.

Drabble...Drabble...S-Start.


CHANGING MINDSET AND HARD LESSONS

The area of Waterfall was silent most of the time, apart from the gentle flowing of the river nearby, and it usually was a casual walk for any monster crossing the area. But there were times when this peaceful scenery was disturbed by a jaguar's powerful roar as he trained in the Royal Guards' grounds, and even Gerson was shaking his head at the fact the young one never stopped training - at the beginning of each day, he would hear swords clashing in the distance, lightning strikes, and powerful blows landed here and there - and as time went on, the sound wasn't stopping. He was ready to go and tell Toriel that she should discipline her son, but remembered that he couldn't throw away their friendship because the jaguar went astray. "One day, the young'in will find his path, eventually. I just hope he won't become a monster that cares about glory, like that panther. And come to think I tried to teach Ratoveros a thing or two, but he was stubborn and arrogant. Shamir isn't like that yet, but he's on the edge."

Unbeknowst to him, Sans was sharing the same opinion about Shamir. While he was his best friend, not even he could bear to watch how the jaguar slowly fell in his inner darkness, as if there was no light left to dispel it. "maybe it's shifting time." the small skeleton thought as he headed towards the Royal Guards' training grounds, willing to put an end to Shamir's training. He also rang Toriel on the way down, an idea going through his skull, "i hate using that against him, but it's the only way he'll open up his eyes. and if he fails to get it, we'll do it again, and again."

"hey, tori, ya there?"

"Yes, Sans, what is it?"

"would you mind comin' down to royal guards' hq? i'll need some help with a plan."

"What kind of..." her voice gave of a tone of surprise, until it clicked. "So, you're acting on THAT plan?"

"yes."

"I'll be joining you shortly, and I'll bring down Asgore too. He has to see this."

"okay, see ya there."

As he approached the Royal Guards' quarters, he could hear some argument on the grounds - Parvos and Shamir - the former was complaining about how Shamir still gave a chance to Undyne, in spite of the fact she pinned him to the wall a few days ago, while the latter was adamant that nobody would question his decision about her. By the sound of it, the argument would soon escalate into a fight if Parvos kept going like this, and Shamir kept retorting - and walked in to see whatever would happen next - Sans could hide his magical signature even when he was there.

"Listen. I do no want to repeat myself again. I am willing to give her a chance!" Shamir narrowed his eyes in anger, his voice filled with the same emotion.

"Do you really want her to affect our coordination?! You have any idea..." Parvos paused, a small huff leaving him, "...what a liability she is?!"

Shamir folded his arms as he exhaled with anger, "I get the feeling that you're afraid for your position, Parvos. I know, I'm a bad example in what concerns pride and morality, but she made a point by showing me just how strong she is. And if I have a mind to make her my second-in-command, you won't have any call in it."

"WHAT?!" the leopard roared at the jaguar before him, and lunged with a punch, but Shamir was faster than him and caught the attack, crushing the former's paw, making Parvos wince in great pain.

"I said, you won't have any call in it. At least Ribras and Rasha are not so adamant on opposing her," Shamir paused as he looked at the two lions, "in spite of the fact they don't know if they can agree with my decision."

Sans watched from the sidelines as the jaguar wasn't taking Parvos' nonsense, and smiled a little as he waited for the right moment. "so far so good...he's not tolerating bullshit from anybody...but we have to make this stick! we have to keep him on the light's side..." He also felt Toriel approaching, alongside Asgore, and smiled even more. "good, she's here too...time for firebones."

As Shamir was ready to punch Parvos, a loud, motherly voice broke the building rage of the jaguar, and he looked towards her as she shouted, "Enough, Shamir! This has to stop!" while Asgore's eyes were wide open at how his son has gone too far, and Sans revealed himself from the shadows. "heya, buddy."

"Wh..." he asked as he let go of Parvos' paw, "What are you doing here?"

"we don't want to do this, buddy." Sans shrugged, "but you need to change that mind of yours."

"Shamir..." Toriel slowly approached him, "you have not listened to reason. We have no choice but..."

"to beat it back into you." Sans closed his eyes. "ready, tori?"

"Ready, Sans."


[Music: Undertale: Megalovania - Metal Cover || RichaadEB]

Toriel lit her paws on fire, while Sans was playing casually with a bone, and Shamir felt like this was going down to a fight. He sighed, he didn't want to fight them, but they called it out, so there would be no backing down right now - he charged up his paws with electricity, not willing to use any swords for this particular battle - and pushed Parvos aside, giving him a deathly glare. "You and I are not done, leopard." He then shook off the anger as he looked at Toriel and Sans - they were determined to set him straight by fighting him - and sighed as he took battle positions.

Sans brought up a large array of sharp bones, and launched them towards the jaguar, closing his eyes, while Toriel's lit paws united themselves and gave way to seven large fireballs, aimed for Shamir too, and she sighed at all this. Asgore, Ribras and Rasha looked with worry as Shamir was just recovering from the wound, and here he was, forced to fight two monsters he cared for - he loved Toriel with all of his heart, and the thought of fighting her was just making his will falter, while Sans was his best friend with whom he stargazed - and punched away a few bones before avoiding them, only to land in the target of two large fireballs that burned his crossed arms. It was almost like didn't want to use anything against them...

He jumped in mid-air, while summoning some Charger Shocks, forcing Sans to warp and Toriel to cast a shield of fire, while Asgore seemed to understand that Shamir was reluctant to fight. They were willing to risk their bones, respectively fur, to save him from the dark path he went down on, but Asgore didn't want to stay aside as Toriel was fighting, and summoned his Trident, jumping in front of her. "Tori. I want to help out too...If there's someone who can save him, it's us all, his family!"

"asgore's right, tori. you two take turns in fighting, while i..." he chuckled, "i'll have fun on my own."

"No...even Dad is joining this fight? W-why?!" Shamir thought as tears were starting to roll from his eyes. "I don't want to fight them! I refuse to fight them!" his mind was rebelling at the thought he was forced to fight his own family, but another thought wormed within his mind - that wasn't his own, oh no, it was something Ratoveros told him - "Don't be weak and vulnerable! Don't let anyone, be it family or friend, stand in your path of glory!" He looked at the three monsters, obviously locked in a battle of wits with himself, and shook his head while he felt his SOUL cracking into tiny little pieces, and unsheathed his Dual Sabers.

"Is this what you really want?!"

Asgore went charging towards his son, and Shamir instinctively blocked the trident aiming to kill him, seeing that his father was also reluctant. Metal clashed with metal, as Shamir tried to push him back, get himself away from the duel, and saw a light blue beam coming towards him - he instantly summoned a gust of wind that deflected the beam and pushed the three monsters back, their robes, respectively jacket, flowing with the hurling wind.

"Why are you doing this?!" Shamir roared as the wind was howling powerfully. "This isn't going anywhere!"

"we'll do this until you stop being so cocky about yourself, buddy." Sans said as three Gaster Blasters fired at the jaguar, forcing him to deflect the beams with his Sabers.

"Shamir..." Toriel's voice called out to him, "We want to see you back with us!"

"Shamir..." Asgore's baritonal voice called out too, "We want our son back!"

"What..." Shamir muttered under his breath, unaware that a larger fireball was heading his way, and he was hit full-force by the blaze, his robes and fur getting burned, knocking him down for a few moments. He, however, was panicked about the fact the Delta rune on his robes was in danger to be burned, "No, no, no!" he desperately pounced with his paws to tone down the fire, hissing as the fire licked through them. Toriel and Asgore exchanged a curious look, and one thought ran through their mind, "Perhaps he is not completely fallen. He can be saved!" while Sans casually stood there, a Gaster Blaster next to him, ready to deliver the next blow.

"No...I don't want this." he thought as he rose from the ground, shaking his head and tears running down his face. "Please... stop!" he pleaded to the three monsters, but it didn't seem like it will end peacefully.

"sadly, we can't stop. no blue signs." Sans shrugged as he fired towards Shamir, forcing the jaguar to jump away and avoid the beam.

"Please, Shamir, you have to stop seeing yourself like this!" Toriel called out, in the softest voice ever heard of her.

"Shamir, come back to us!" Asgore bellowed, as he stood there with his Trident, prepared for the jaguar's next attack.

[Music: Undertale Soundtrack: Memory (statue music box theme)]

"What have I done..." he thought as he collapsed on his knees before the three monsters, his willpower gone, his SOUL wrenching at the fact he just went horribly wrong somewhere. His tears stained the already humid grass of Waterfall, and he couldn't help sobbing. He, the great warrior of the Underground, was reduced to a sobbing mess because he was forced to fight the ones he cared about the most.

"Don't let anyone, be it family or friend, stand in your path of glory!"

"I don't want this."

His sobs shocked even the three feline guards he was supposed to lead - and Parvos clenched his fist in fury, his father was right, Shamir was weak - while Ribras and Rasha felt a great deal of pity for their leader. After all, he went down a path Ratoveros laid out for him, even if he showed signs of hesitation, of regret, of loneliness - he often wanted to go back to his parents, ask for aid, but the panther made it clear that he won't tolerate insubordination - they knew how often Shamir got beat up because he tried to resist Ratoveros' decisions.

"It was another day of training, and Shamir looked and acted out of focus, as if something troubled him. He went towards Ribras and Rasha, and confided in them that he wanted to go back home, to the Dreemurrs, and the panther overheard him. Ratoveros picked him up by his backhead fur and made him kneel before the panther, a somewhat killing intent visible in the darker feline's eyes, telling him a Royal Guard isn't a fluffy pushover like King Asgore or a smartass like Queen Toriel. Shamir retorted at this horrible badmouthing about his parents, only to be punched in the muzzle by the larger feline." the two lions remembered as they looked at the sobbing jaguar.

"Please...I don't want this! I don't want to fight!"

Toriel slowly approached her son, and gently raised his head, wiping the spilling tears. Shamir's eyes were filled with regret and shame, yet he couldn't avoid her tender gaze, it almost mended the SOUL that threatened to crack and turn him to a pile of dust - and then she pulled him in a soft, warming hug, spilling some tears of her own, while Asgore looked with a soft gaze towards the jaguar in Toriel's arms and placed a paw over his loving wife. Sans was happy to shed a few tears of his own, as a smile tried to form itself through those tears.

"Shh...I'm here, little one." she gently held him close to her, while petting his head, and he couldn't say anything as his sobs were slowly, but surely coming to a stop. "Mommy is here for you, Shamir."

"I..."

"What is done is done, my dear child." she told him in her motherly voice, "But you must focus on what you have to do from now."

"I'm a bad example in what concerns pride and morality."

"Mom..." he said, with a trembling voice, "Don't...pull this on me...ever again."

"We will do so, each time you deter from what we've taught you." she said, the authority in her voice obvious.

"I...won't."

"Will you be able to keep this mindset...?"