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Sorry for the slow update, but I'm a little sick and so my head isn't in the best shape.
I'm sorry if my chapters aren't the best, but I'm going to try my best!
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~AcidDeath332
Waking back into the conscious world was no walk in the park. With each passing second where awareness swarmed back to the idle monster hybrid, a steady developing pain grew stronger and the heaviness of gravity pressed harder against her body. Peering open her eyes with a surge of energy, draining what little store she had to leave a meagre amount, but enough to keep her awake. The image that greeted her was a bright light, blinding and scathing to her retina as her eyes instinctively screwed shut with a draconic hiss.
*"gu bheil an fhicsean a 'caoidh! Daingead…" The words of her ancient yet original language tumbled out from her mouth in a dark, rumbling rasp that resembling the sound of a stick being dragged along the concrete. Wincing, faint pain burned within her throat as the dryness of her mouth finally came to her notice. Faint shuffling sounded out at a distance away, or so she presumed from the low volume of the sound.
Determination momentarily rushed through her being as her eyes once again opened, tentatively, and braced against the light. It took a couple of agonising moments to adjust to the intense light, but when she had, only confusion took over her senses. The faint tickle of fear was completely smothered. Heavy, yet cosy blankets covered her body, seemingly stuffed with some sort of material to make it more insulating.
Attempting to move had dire results on her body, pain engulfed her, originating from the very centre of her chest an spreading to each corner of her body, though the sections that hurt the most would be her tail tip and the ends of her fingers. Keening a small, breathless whine, the pressure of an ache in her head kept her quiet, the soft feeling of some sort of grainy thing, such as sand, settling at certain sections of her idle body.
However, no concern or panic entered her being, merely acceptance and somewhat ignorance. Glancing around the room tiredly, the eyes of the monster could barely make out what she was looking at. With blurred vision, wavering in focus and light intensity, the room's appearance was taken in, it was fairly plain, somewhat blue-ish walls with no decorations on it, a brown box shaped object stood beside the door, though she was unable to make it out. To her right was what seemed to be a lamp of sorts, sitting on a wooden contraption with multiple knobs sticking out of certain box shaped cut outs.
Sinking back into the plush object she laid on, her eye-lids grew heavier with every passing moment, exhaustion pressed against her consciousness, yet her mind was silent, the events of the recent past were fuzzy in her mind – weighing down on her brain and chest at every attempt to remember, only giving her a low and aching pain which worsened her patchy memory.
Rattling snapped her eyes to a semi-focus, widening into a more aware state, though it remained as a meagre and minor as a single cellular movement. Light filtered through the room with the unsettling creak of the wooden door. Familiar scuffs resonated along the floor, alongside some heavier, muffled thumps that left her soul pulsing faintly in alarm. But, that didn't last long. The tickling filter of what she presumed was dust, was brushing against her senses weakly.
Gentle muffles of voices met her ears, but no matter the amount of concentration that was set inside the monster, the muffles could not morph into coherent words. Watching through thin gaps between her eyelids and upper cheeks, two figures came closer, the apparent muffled incoherent words gradually becoming more understandable to the point that the warbled mess formed actual words.
"…oing?"
"Not well, my friend… If she doesn't wake up then…" Soft and kind, the voice trailed off, a solemn weight against the voice she vaguely remembers as being energetic and happy. Each harrowing step from the pair brought her senses back to her, though energy dwindled within her, making her unable to do much other than watch.
"Tori, just try… please." Deep, yet vaguely familiar, the second voice spoke as the pair started moving into her full field of vision. The first figure she had seen towered largely over the immobile figure of herself, white fuzz engulfed majorly by a purple fabric, and twin scarlet eyes looking across her own, not noticing the open eyes, blearily glancing at her own.
Stifling warmth left her in an instant, the thick covers pulled from the idle silhouette. Thick plumes of dust lifted into the air, but fell rapidly due to the heavier weight compared to the average dust, more akin to finely ground ash. The small whimper accompanied by a gasp met her ears, encouraging the little storage of gradually growing strength to be used in the movement of her head.
Tiny though the movement was, it hadn't gone unnoticed by the gentle giant. Scarlet eyes snapped to her own, widening what appeared to be glee. Lowering her eyelids in a gradual and prolonged blink, the movement before her was too much to comprehend with an exhausted mind as the white turned into a flurry of mismatched, warped colours. A breathy groan of discomfort escaped her throat, whilst frantic, fluffy things brushed against her face.
"M-M-my..? Sans! She's awake, get Alphys now!" Deep gasp followed by unequal scuffs, a loud clack of the blurred figure shrinking to half the height and longer in width before returning to the original and disappearing from the area promptly. Had she the energy the previously acquired, a snort of amusement would've ensued. The short attention span of the sickly monster had been lured to the monster looming over her by a sweet, motherly voice.
"Y-Young one, can you hear me? Tell me, are you alright?!" Said voice was frantic, it seemed.
**"tha e a 'goirteachadh… cuideachadh le thoil, tha e a' goirteachadh uiread." The words of her native tongue slipped from her mouth, her exhausted and unfocused mind not even considering the death of her language in the past centuries, nor that the white goat monster had no idea of what she was actually saying.
"I-I can't understand w-what you're saying." Panic began to seep into her voice, scarlet eyes widening in width as miniscule whimpers escaped the idle monster, beads of tears building up in the eyes of Toriel. Gently, trembling white paws stroked her head gently, head weakly pressing against the wide, comfortable paw.
Rusty and painful, a gentle purr resonated through the throat of Synthia, in a dire attempt to calm the panicked and concerned monster. It appeared to work, the waves of fear and worry that emitted from the goat monster calming to a gentle ripple. Despite the pain, she forced the soothing noise into an audible volume. It was only a couple of moments before frantic footsteps started coming closer.
The loud crash of the door slamming against the poor wall, broke her steady purr, causing her to jerk in shock, which brought forward a high pitched whimper accompanied by a grunt in an unnerving combination. Toriel gave a scathing glare to the pair of whom were panting heavily, sweat glistening on the bright yellow-orange scales of the dinosaur monster, who actually stood just a few inches above her in height.
"O-o-oh g-gosh!" Familiar and nasally, the voice of Alphys did nothing to soothe the young monster (In monster years at least) as irritation swept through her meekly. The slightly blurred yellow figure had swept across the floor, skidding on the small spread of ashy material on the wooden floor which groaned against the pressure of many different bodies atop of it. Cold and rough, scales swooped across her skin, bringing forth a crippling, almost inaudible cry of pain whilst the skin seared as if it was nestled directly next to an open fire.
"Alphys, you're hurting her!" Pain dulled at her senses, making it impossible to figure out who that voice belonged to. A tiny squeak of fear and apology ensued. Hands searched once more, however on a much gentler scale, despite the discomfort the simple touch sent through her entire being. It went on more many moments, but when it had stopped, scaly yellow hands came out covered in a thin layer of silvery-grey.
"S-she i-is re-really low on m-magic, b-b-but I-I d-don't understand!" Alphys cried in frustration, the faint tint of fear in her voice giving it a whining tinge. It was at that very moment a familiar, creaky voice spoke up, one she recognised instantly as Gerson.
"She needs magic to survive." His voice was curt.
"W-What?" Toriel stuttered quietly.
"Little Synthia, the poor girl, her entire existence relies on magic as much anyone else does on hope." Cracking and solemn, the heartbreak was imminent in the old monsters voice whilst hiding behind a cold exterior. "With magic reserved so low, and a low hope, she's lucky to have survived this long, but she will not last. Someone needs to try and get her to eat monster food, now!" The words were not a suggestion, nor a request, but a demand, an order. Brief shuffling and tapping of fading claws reached her ears.
Closing her tired eyes, a small whimper escaped her mouth when something cool, but faintly pulsing in warmth encircled her dangling hand. There was a firmness that she faintly recognised, however unable to identify. Despite the seldom movement from the idle monster, fingers curled to weakly hold onto the coolness. Tightening around her hand, the cool thing seemed to tremble lightly, though it was difficult to tell.
Feverish, the thick, drowning heat caused a bead of sweat to drip down the side of her forehead whilst she instantly moved away from the heated pad of Toriel, or attempted to with a weak roll of her head in the least. However when something cold and hard pressed gently against her silvery-hair, a small chirp rumbled from deep within her throat in relief. It felt like that tiny light in the swarm of darkness. Letting air rush into her non-existent lungs, the relief was instant at letting ventilation in her stuffy figure.
"H-here! I-I g-got some t-tea!"
"Alright, lift her up –carefully!" Toriel admonished at a rough jostle that brought a grunt to her lips. Blearily opening her eyes, what met her was Alphys only a couple of feet from her face, shakily bringing the cup to her lips before Toriel took it off of her with a frustrated huff, a fluffy hand reaching behind her head and bringing the cup to her lips which parted weakly. Gently tipping the cup, some of the liquid poured into her mouth, however it returned to the outside world with a couple of harsh coughs, tongue numbed due to the scorch of the tea.
***"cuir a-mach na h-uillt sin!" Raspy words growled from the injured monster, confusion sweeping across each and every monster, aside from Gerson who had moved back into the room at some point, a bowl of something in his reptilian hands.
"Idiots! That tea was far too hot, y'hear? Let me tend to my student." Anger filtered through his words, along with frustration and agitation as he shouldered past Alphys, who apologised in response, and Toriel who simply remained silent. Huffing, his arms sat her up with surprising care, some sort of blue haze moving behind her whilst her spine pushed against some sort of hard surface which rose and fell with steady breaths.
"Keep her still, bone-boy." Gerson growled before tapping her forehead at the sight of twin eyelids drooping.
Bone-boy..? Sans. Her mind gradually took in the realisation as the deep baritone rumbled behind her. "Yeah, I got it ol' man." Two arms encircles her waist, under her own arms in order to keep her still – not that she actually had enough energy to put the effort into escaping his grasp. Besides, she felt surprisingly safe. Gerson seemed to leer behind her before sticking a spoon into the bowl, lifting with a brown-ish green gloop which was gag worthy.
"Woah woah woah, what is that stuff? It'll just make 'er sick!" Sans growled from behind her.
"Quite yer whippersnapper! I know what's good for her." Before anything could be said further, the spoon was shoved into her mouth, the nostalgic taste pasting against her tongue.
A young monster girl looked down in a bowl, a thick, rancid smelling gloop which was a mixture of colours majoring in the green, purple and brown spectrum. Pulling up her lips into a look of disgust, the wooden spoon in her hand dropped into the sludge with a lot of resistance. Glaring up at her commander and trainer, Gerson, she didn't hesitate to let her voice be heard.
"Gerson, you can't make me eat this! I swear you're trying to poison me!" Whines reached the ears of the reptilian, on the opposite end of the table with his own bowl of… whatever the concoction actually is. This Gerson is young, no wrinkles and both eyes were functioning and… surprise, surprise, he actually had hair! Tied in a tight ponytail was grey hair worthy of the old, though his helmet covered most of it. By his side rested his mighty hammer.
"And what if I am, squirt?" Cocky, the young general huffed before scooping the gloop into his mouth and not even flinching in the slightest. Two yellow irises watched her with a deadpanned expression, his spoon pointed towards her as she bristled with a deep frown and short high-pitched growls. "Look, why would I need to poison my own student – who, might I add, is one of the best fighters in this damned war despite being just a kid." He grumbled as she huffed, crossing her arms with a small snort, raising her eyebrow at him.
"You say that, but I'm older than you Gerson." Gerson winced at that revelation whilst smirking slightly, shaking his reptilian head in defeat.
"Only by a hundred and eighty years or so, but I'm still your superior in monster years." That was the end of that conversation after Gerson sighed tiredly, but still amused deep below the surface. "Now eat up, it's got a high amount of magic in it, you'll need it." Grumbling incoherently, she pulled the spoon up with a suctioning noise, scrunching her nose at the scent before shoving it in her mouth.
Somehow, her skin had paled even further as the flavour coated her tongue. It was bitter yet sickeningly sweet all the same with a weird herbal flavour of rosemary, sage and basil with the combined flavours of lemon, strawberry and… orange? The slight cocoa tinge just made it all the more sickly. Forcing the thick substance down her throat, what surprised her was the sudden surge of magic, which gave it an addictive tinge.
"This is disgusting dude." Synthia mumbled around her spoon.
"Just shut up and eat, that's an order from your elder."
"I'm older than you."
"- your commander."
"Yes sir."
Scrunching her face in discontent, a loud 'Wahaha!' sounded out as Gerson recognised the look she was giving him – though she swallowed it rather reluctantly.
*I* "Tha seo fhathast mi-thoilichte." Grumbles escaped her throat as Gerson blinked slowly, confusion setting in his features before realisation flitted through his yellow irises for a single moment. Raising a bushy grey eyebrow, lips widened into a gappy grin whilst he simply took another spoonful and shoving it into her mouth, earning a sharp growl from the mouth of the assaulted monster.
"Shush you, yer gonna eat it and that's final." Magic from the food fizzled within her throat, seeping through her body to send energizing tingles to every single corner, from the top of her head to the very tip of her tail. Sighing in relief, her body sagged at the lessening pain, though it remained ever prominent, it proved to be less potent.
"Excuse me, Gerson, but do you understand what the young one is saying?" The soothing, kind voice of Toriel was swept over her senses, causing two tired eyes to flicker over in her direction, though when the spoon clacked sharply against her teeth, hitting the back of her throat painfully she merely growled at Gerson, snapping teeth down onto the metal rod and biting it clean off. Being sure to lick the addictively disgusting stuff off of the spoon, she span it out onto the floor, frowning at Gerson of whom merely glared back before reaching into a pocket and pulling another out with a wide grin.
"Wahahaha! I know ye too well for that to work kiddo!"
*II*"Tha mi fhathast nas sine na thu." Was her stingy response, a frown on her facial features, seemingly expressive despite being unable to move without some form of hindrance. Gerson, in reply, just sent her a deadpanned expression.
"Don't remind me." Turning to Toriel, signalling that the conversation was over. "And yes, your highness, it is her home language – though she really needs to learn some manners." At the obvious jab, she merely rolled her eyes tiredly, her strength lacking whilst her entire weight was resting against Sans behind her, feeling something warm yet hard resting atop of her head.
*III*"That thu direach eudmhor gu bheil mi nas sine na thu fhèin, ach a tha fhathast òg ann am bliadhnaichean uilebheist." Speaking with a cheeky tone and subtle smirk, amusement swept through her before she instantly broke off into a large yawn, exhaustion pulling at her limbs. Gerson snorted, shaking his head before saying something she didn't catch. Slowly, her body flattened on the soft mattress, covers resting heavily over her.
Blearily looking up at Gerson, he smiled somewhat gently, patting her head – much like he did when the pair of them were younger. Yawning once more, a deep baritone rumble was the last she heard as she helplessly got swept away into the river of unconsciousness.
Translations
*: Fucking hell that hurts! Damn it…
**: It hurts… help me please, it hurts so much.
***: Ouch that burns!
*I*: This is still disgusting.
*II*: I'm still older than you.
*III*: You're just jealous that I'm older than you, but I'm still young in monster years.
