A/N-If you're a gamer, you'll get the name.
Golden flowers and blinding light.
That's all I remember waking up to that oh-so-infamous morning.
Not my alarm- which hardly worked, anywa-
My brain froze as it recognised those exact words. I shot up, instantly regretting the action as my spine screamed in agony from the whatever-foot fall I just suffered. "Ffffffuck-" I hissed, biting down on my lip to stop myself from letting out a groan.
*Wow. THAT thought sounds so bad.
Oh, yeah. I have a text-box.
I stood up, all of my joints singing a symphony of aches and pains as I did so, and clicked my neck. "Well shit. I don't even need to think about where I am." My voice sounded croaky, like my lazy ass had been asleep for the last few centuries.
*You really don't, huh? This scenario has been hanging around in the back of your mind. Along with a a few choice other-
"Alright! I get the point." I hastily muttered, taking in my surroundings. "Huh. Place looks different. Then again, Undertale was like...16-bit? 32? I don't fuckin' know." I sighed, a few ideas running through my head. If I'm in Undertale, or Doubletale, actually, I should have STATS 'n shit, right?
*Correctamundo.
Another sigh. I lifted a hand, trying to think about...whatever I'd need to think about to pull up a STAT screen. A small movie clip played in my head, eliciting a small chuckle from my lips.
*Go web!
DING!
I blinked. The STATS box was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand, literally. I kinda threw it up, giving myself some extremely unwanted Spy Kids 3 flashbacks as I did so.
*C'mon, you used to love that film.
Shaking my head, I peered at the text in front of me.
1/2
"??????"
LV3
HP 28/28
AT 4 (10) EXP: 30
DEF 0 (10) NEXT: 40
"Huh...Level 3? I haven't killed anyo-" I stopped.
*...
I looked at my armour.
ARMOR: P.AMULET HALF
I frowned, my brain rewinding to think about where that was from. "P.Amulet...Perfect Amul-" My breath hitched as my eyes widened. "Oh. Oh fuck yeah. Please-"My eyes eagerly scanned the next line.
WEAPON SLOT 1: REBELLION
WEAPON SLOT 2: EMPTY
Internally, the nerd inside me squealed when reading that. "HOLY FUCK I HAVE HIS SWORD-"The shout left my lips before I was able to stop it, a smile tearing up my face.
*Where's Yamato?
I was visibly buzzing with energy now. "Too OP, probably. Mr Gast-Man prolly decided not to give me it." Smiling, I decided to look at the second page of my STATS.
2/2
-CLOTHING-
OUTER: DANTE'S JACKET
INNER (SHIRT): NERO'S RED SHIRT
"Jesus fuckin' Christ, this is specific."
TROUSERS: NERO'S JEANS
SHOES: DANTE'S BOOTS
MISC: NERO'S GLOVE, ORDER PIN
"Nero's glove? Isn't that a mod or something?"
*I think it puts his glove on the reformed arm you get at the end of DMC5.
"Ah."
Closing the screen with a wave, I checked myself out and, as the screen said, I had a combination of their outfits. "If I ever get back with this, I'm going to every 'con I can get to." I shook my head with a smile before tucking a hand into my pocket and strolling forward.
*Shame you didn't get the Devil Bringer or the Breakers' though.
"Don't spoil it, please? If I am in Doubletale, chances are I will get the Bringer. You have access to my memories, right?"
*Bitch, please. You're not the only one obsessed with that fucken' fic.
I snorted. "Fair'nuff." Pushing the big purple doors open, I wasn't surprised when I saw the empty pile of dirt I'm in the middle of the room ahead. "...'Kay, so Char-bear's already been through, that's cool. Which motive you betting on?"
*Frisk is being controlled? That's the one everyone goes with, isn't it?
"..." I pause, staring at the monochrome screen. "Bud, how far have you gotten with DT?"
*Okay, that's a fair point. But. Frisk was being controlled. They just turned evil 'n resentful. Which is fair enough, actually.
Sighing again, I shook my head and continued walking. "Mhm. Still haven't figured out if Wolf had that idea from the start or just made it because he realised he focused on his 'ship too much." Seeing the faint golden glow of the SAVE point, I ran a hand through my hair. "Don't think I'm ever gonna, now."
*Dont be sad, D. If this goes the way we think it does, Gasty can just pop a hard copy through from our Universe that updates every now and then!
I stopped, my hand hovering inches above the star. "...What did you call me?" 'D'? What would that stand for, my cup size?
[Half-Hearted Rimshot.]
*D. Can't exactly go around saying your actual name, can I, ya doofus? So I'll go with Drake.
"But I'm not bla-"
*Do you want us to get cancelled?!
"Alright, sorry!" I smirked at the reaction before resting my hand on the four-pointed star. A wave of calm washed over me, the little cuts and bruises I'd sustained from the fall closing up and disappearing as well as making my back stop feeling like crushed glass. "Oooh, I could get addicted to that. I wonder..."
*...what?
I look as the 'box. "If SAVE Stars are made of Determination, could a being with a high enough amount just...create one?" I walked up the left hand stairs, filing that question under 'Ask Alphys/Sans/Gaster' and forgetting about it. "Anyways. Let's keep going."
*Timeskip?
I nodded. "Timeskip."
Aaaaaand the first chapter is up! I've been writing and re-writing this for about 1-2 years because I kept having extremely awful ideas (like the now-deleted one I did on AO3). I've asked Wolf about 5 times if I had permission to write a fic based on his, so I don't think I need to double-check lmao
Anyways, constructive criticism is welcomed and needed! I'm using my phone, so if you see any spelling errors, that's why.
And yes, I know I probably went a bit too far a bit too quick with the weapons and shit but I literally had this idea about 20 minutes before writing it. And I'm a nerd, so that also factors into it.
Next chapter should be up a few days after this one! School will probably stop updates from having a regular schedule, so each chapter will have a kind of half-formulated idea.
Okay this is long enough now lmao bye