A/N:

HOLY, FREAKING, HELL! It is finally done! I'm so sorry for the long wait, you guys, but school is kicking my butt.

I don't know when I can start Thousands as for now, but my break will be in a few weeks. For 6 weeks, I can write to my heart's desires! No homework to stand in my way. Just me, Sans/G, and Frisk -sighs happily-

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Epilogue:

New Beginnings

G and Asriel

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After Toriel brought the skeleton brothers into the fold, they soon rose through the ranks. Papyrus took his rightful place working under Undyne while his eldest brother took his place under the mafia rulers. But it wasn't until a year later that the skeleton found his true place in the 'company.'

When Toriel came to offer the boys the job, the Dreemurrs were in the progress of adopting a baby girl from a loving, but unable birth mother. That baby was the Dove they all were searching for years, and as soon as her mother kissed her goodbye, she became the new Mafia princess.

And every princess needs a knight. The only monster who was fit for the job was G. The love between them now was warm and safe, a love felt between an older brother and a little sister. But the others knew that once their Dove was grown, that would change quickly.

Because, really, who would deny something like that?

He stared down at the little bundle in his arms, a smile finding its way across his teeth. G couldn't believe how beautiful this little princess was already, but she was still Dove. He couldn't be too surprised, he mused with a smile as the skeleton ran a phalange down her chubby cheek.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?"

A deep voice startled the male out of his head, calling his sockets' attention to a shadowed figure leaning in the small nursery's doorway. G chuckled lowly while he gently laid the six-month-old baby in her crib, landing a tender kiss to her head, before he turned and leaned back on it:

"She is the most beautiful baby I've ever seen, but we are a bit bias. How were the streets today?"

The other male sighed, walking into the light and revealing the Mafia's prince, Asriel Dreemurr.

In this world, he was still G's laidback best friend. However, it made him harder. The younger monster wanted to still be blind to the darker reality of this timeline, but as the skeleton knew better. He faced the same reality himself, he wasn't naïve enough to believe that their new way of life wouldn't taint any innocence they may still have. They needed to fall into the darkness of this world to protect the sole human in the family.

Ruling by intimidation wasn't a pretty job, murdering when someone disobeyed sure wasn't, but it was the only way to keep the order around the little princess. They would do anything to keep the darkness of the world, the darkness the other gangs does, away from her for the longest they could.

So, they folded to the dark to be the light in this world. But the others weren't untouched by the twisted world, almost like teleporting back to Underfell. They might be the Robin Hoods of their city, but it was killed or be killed in the world.

Like many worlds before, the skeleton thought bitterly as he looked over his shoulder, his baby bird deep in sleep's embrace while the blue heart around her tiny wrist jiggling with each movement of her arm. It seemed that the girl was deep into a dream.

A smile slipped over his teeth before Asriel's voice broke through his rushing thoughts, bringing his sockets back to the tall goat's eyes:

"It was crazy, the fools from Gaster's band started a fight, I think he's calling you out again." The goat male stated, a growl clearly could be heard in his voice.

Which drew a deeper growl from the skeleton as he straightened, his fist unclenched and clenched. He still had a non-existent relationship with his father—if anything, he would say they were bitter enemies rather than a family.

But, as much as he hated this, his brother still had a good relationship with the crazed monster up to a few months ago, and he didn't want to interrupt that:

As long as the older skeletal male didn't influence Papyrus in any way or fill his mind with lies, then G didn't mind him being around Paps. The younger skeleton didn't remember why his brother and father hated each other or why he didn't live with the boys. Both agreed that he didn't need to know, all he needed to know was that he was loved. All the hate didn't matter if Papyrus was happy.

That was before a few months ago, that was.

Gaster decided to try to recruit into his gang, hissing in his canal that G didn't love him like he did. He needed to be with him to be the best version, almost causing the brothers to become enemies as well through bitter fights and Papyrus rebelling against G's set rules.

For two months, his sweet brother turned into a demon, truly believing his older brother turned his back on their brother without reason. But, thankfully, G had the Dreemurrs on his, and they would not have the sweetest apple turn bitter sour. A week after he was assigned to guard duty only, the younger teenager saw the true face of their father.

The teenager came face to face with the dark side of this world. For years, his eldest brother sheltered from that dark reality. Even before he joined the Royals, he had the feeling he wasn't too keen on the younger male seeing that world. However, the group of parental figures found that it was time for the young male to realize life in this world wasn't as wonderful as his father made it sound. And the main reason that was coming from the seemingly loving father he once idolized.

That quickly changed Papyrus' view on the mad skeleton, and soon, he cut Gaster out from his. G knew his brother would always love the former God, it was just the kind of monster he was, but the younger skeleton realized that love wouldn't be enough to save him.

Those naive thoughts faded when the world showed him its true nature, beautiful but still dangerous.

But as soon as Papyrus stopped the relationship, Gaster's hatred for G grew to its peak. Accusations of alienating Papyrus from him were thrown out, which led to real death threats. Fights were fought, bloody, and brutal each and every time. Threats that held much weight and ones that reached all who helped G, only fueling G's own hatred for the crazed monsters.

This had nothing to do with the others, this was their war. This was their fight, should have not brought innocents into it. But to hurt his son more, the former God knew that he had to cause harm against the people he cared for the most. G was the main vain in his life, the others were just the icing on the cake.

At first, he was just an annoyance. A bug just buzzing around, but in the last few months, the Dark Wings' leader has been becoming more fearless in hopes of calling forth G's burning anger.

He wanted to ensure that the curse would never end, that no one could get the wanted outcoming. If Gaster couldn't have his happy ending, no one would get theirs.

G let a low growl out before it faded into a sigh, his sockets moving to his sleeping angel. G smiled sadly as an idea came to him, bending to kiss her sweet-smelling head. Asriel wouldn't like this, but the skeleton had a feeling that it might just be the only way to pacify his hateful father for enough time to the leaders to the baby away.

G winced visually at the mere thought of leaving her behind didn't sit well with him, especially now where he really could watch her grow, but he also had to make hard decisions if he wanted to protect her from the monster lurking in the dark.

No matter how much it cut him…

"I know that look. What are you thinking, G?"

He turned to the goat, who was staring at him with a wave of anger. Asriel was the only one that knew G and how he thinks better than anyone; he knew the skeleton was planning something. And that something wouldn't make any of the family very happy. In fact, they were going to be fuming.

But by the look in his best friend's ambers, the goat male wouldn't try to change G's mind. G was known for his stubbornness, his burning desire to protect his loved ones no matter the cost. The snowy goat knew it would be futile to stop his best friend, he's the most stubborn monster in the gang; it would be better if Asriel just would listen to him like the great friend he was.

And the skeleton felt so grateful to him for his support, he couldn't ask for more in a friend. G gave a sad smile as he stepped forward, placing his hand on Asriel's shoulder:

"Maybe I should face him head-on, then."

"But, have you done that already? G, you're not planning on leaving her, are you? It won't fix the problem, please reconsider this." The other male pleaded with G, but the pleas fell in deaf canals as the males moved to the armory.

As they climbed down the twisted halls of the giant room, lined with every weapon imaginable, G grinned over his shoulder. That grin held so many promises, so many hopes for the future. He just needed to rid the world of the mad skeleton once and for all, almost like putting down a rabid dog.

"It will be fine, A, but my father needs to learn that I am not playing. I am her protector, and it's high time to show him my true nature."

With that, the skeleton continued to prepare for the fight; guns on each hip and a sword strapped across his chest. G was ready to pounce, feeling the rush of the hunt as he gathered everything he might need.

The darker skeleton had a feeling that his family would judge him for the decision, he just couldn't bring himself to care. He had been there before, standing between a bad decision and fear of letting his family down if he made that decision. He just had to make this decision, however.

It was the only thing G could think of. If Gaster were focused on him, he wouldn't be busy hunting his most loved ones. He knew that it'd be better with him chasing his son, even if it meant leaving his free-flying princess behind for a long while. He closed his sockets with a big breath, trying to push the guilt down into the dark box he kept hidden in his mind. The skeleton was doing the right thing, he just had to be, no matter how much guilt he felt:

G just hoped they would understand, that she would, one day, that he had no choice. The mad leader had finally done it, backed his son into a corner he couldn't get out of. He had finally forced his hand, and knowing the Raven's past, he wasn't one to back down from a fight.

With a firm nod, he pushed those guilty thoughts out of his head as he went back to preparing and trying to block out all the dark and self-doubting thoughts. The skeleton needed to focus.

But as the skeleton prepared for his battle, the goat monster had a bad feeling that his desire would only lead to yet another unneeded separation, another lonely time for Frisk. Asriel knew this was needed, but he had this sinking feeling that they wouldn't see the ancient skeleton for a long, long time.

But, no one could change G's mind once he made his final decision. All the goat could do was watch as his best friend walked out of the room without a glance back at the goat.

He just hoped that the skeletal monster didn't come to regret this decision.

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Asriel stared out of the grand window of the parlor, Frisk's childish giggling playing in the background. The day was bright, but inside his mind; he was a mess and in a dark frame of mind:

It had been a few days since they all heard from or seen G; no phone calls or letters, nothing. And as the days passed, the mafia leaders grew more and more worried. Did Gaster finally win? Would they never see him again?

Asriel heaved a heavy sigh before he moved to sit with his mother, smiling as the baby cooed at her big brother to hold her. While he took the babbling baby, the mother couldn't help but see the burning worry clear on his face.

Toriel was worried as well, she was the one who practically raised the boys, it was hard not to worry. But, as gentle as the mafia queen was, she also knew how this timeline worked. Toriel knew what it took:

Sometimes you need to show dominance. Sometimes, you must walk away from all that you love to protect them.

Her son, on the other hand, didn't. He just wanted to believe they could stay the same, a family without worries of Gaster tainting their happy life, and that G could finally watch little Frisk grow up. But that was just a naïve dream in a dark world when naivety does not belong.

Gaster wasn't going away. Especially when he knew the former Lights were still ruining his dreams of having his family back, there was no way that the mad skeleton would just let them continue their happy life without trying to cause them pain, cutting their happiness to a deadly end.

And G wasn't the type of monster to back from a challenge, especially that challenger threatened the only chance the monster and the bird had to have the ending he stole from them. He was ready to put this to bed, or at least try to, before coming home to Frisk.

Toriel just hoped it would be just months, not years when they would next see him:

"I know he'll be back for you, love. He can't stay away from for long, especially when you're this cute and precious."

Asriel's voice brought the female back from her mind before she turned her ambers to her children, smiling at the sight in front of her.

As her son cooed to the little girl, she giggled in her babyish way while she reached out a peach-colored hand to touch his furry cheek. In moments like this, Toriel was reminded of something G had said months earlier, something that always gave her hope of the future.

Never underestimate the smallest things, you never know when the next day might ever come.

Her smile grew as she moved to a wide window before the cooing faded into the background as her eyes spotted a shadowy figure rounded a corner. G was starting his protection detail, Toriel mused amusedly while she leaned onto the wall with her arms crossed over her chest.

She always had a feeling G would really stay away from her, but she didn't expect the cloak and dagger route until the young mafia princess would start school, out of the reach of her parents' protection:

But, the female mafia should've known better, the tall skeleton wouldn't feel calm until he was close to her. Even though it was from the shadows, G couldn't help but watch over. He was formally known as Raven, after all, it is in his blood. She smiled softly, shifting to her back while her ambers landed back on her mismatched children.

Her family might be mismatched and odd, but Toriel never knew a family so willing to protect a baby of the species that killed millions of their kind. If that didn't prove enough of the former Goddess's ancient touch, then the female goat didn't know what was. Even as an infant, her daughter still had her magical touch. Her smile grew before it faded as her ambers returned to the window, a worried frown replacing the smile:

"I hope you know what you're doing, love," Toriel whispered softly, her breath fogging the glass.

She sighed sadly, shaking her head to free herself from unwanted thoughts be the mother goat turned from the portal to G's shadowy world and back to her own. She had other things to worry about. G could and would protect himself.

But her precious baby bird, on the other hand, couldn't. She needed her more than he did at the moment, and Toriel couldn't let her best employee down.

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A few years later—G—

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He watched as the girl ran her hand on the studio's mirror, sighing sadly. That sound cut his soul, but all he could do was watch. As the brunette moved to the center of the room, G lit a cigarette as he placed it between his teeth, watching while Frisk started to sway slowly.

As a soft tune filled the room, G became mesmerized, captivated by her once again. It was like stepping back in time, back to when he stood in Grillbs' crowded bar, transfixed by the ever-maturing swan. He smiled around the cigarette as he leaned back, his sockets traced every move Frisk made.

He wanted nothing more than to jump down there and hold her close, to sway her around like that. G wanted to tell her it'd be okay. But the male couldn't. He had his own watchful eye, watching his every move.

G growled while he stomped his used cigarette under his boot, taking one last look at the dancing before a loud ring brought the skeleton back to his new and grim reality. His puppet master was about to pull his strings and G, ever the good puppet, he was about to obey. And here G thought he was done being the dutiful puppet, but his father wasn't done tugging the strings.

He winced as he shook his skull to free himself from those dangerous thoughts before his hand lifted the phone to his canal:

"Yes, father?"

"I have a target for you. Report to me now."

G gritted his teeth together as he snuck a look at Frisk, wishing he was right beside her over finding whoever this target was. But this was the nature of being undercover, he needed to play the part.

"On my way, father." He replied without a hint of the burning hatred he buried deep.

"That's my boy."