1: *Textbox
2: Personal thoughts
3: Speaking to TB
Tiny little footsteps echoed throughout the Void.
A small, monochromatic figure hurried through the inky blackness, their little hands clenching and unclenching erratically.
"Gaster!"
Their voice was high-pitched, like a child's, but also...staticky. Like they were speaking through a badly tuned radio.
"Do you have any idea how stupid this is?!" They snorted in derision, shaking their head as they reached a mess of oddly-shaped TV screens.
"Calm yourself, child." A voice spoke up from the darkness, a small part of it moving and taking shape; first, two hole-punched skeletal hands, then a round-ish blob which could only be the torso, and finally a fuzzy, pixelated head.
It-or rather, He, smiled, the cracks in his faceplate widening at the motion. "This one is different. Unique."
The grayscale 'child' snorted again, their hands on their hips. "Oh yeah? How?! How is this-this-" They gestured to the figure displayed on the screens; it-or again, he-whirled about, fighting that universe's Chara with an unnatural ease for such a young boy. They were reminded of Cter when he fought, the kid even threw out the same type of quips and jokes! They grimaced when he impaled them into the wall, closing their abyssal eyes and wishing that they weren't a doppelgänger. "How. Just...explain."
Gaster shook his head, chuckling. "Look, Frisk. Look at the weapon he's using, his attire." He did an outward-pinch motion with his fingers, the screen pausing and zooming in. 'Frisk' frowned, focusing on the boy. "Yeah, what about them?" Gaster shook his head again, this time with a hint of irritation and impatience.
He waved a hand to the right, the supposedly 'live' feed rewinding to when the kid had his stats screen open. Pointing at it, he muttered, "Look." Frisk leaned in closer, reading the nearly-intelligible text.
"ARMOR: 'P' Half...so? He has a special necklace." They shook their head, moving to go back when the skeleton put a hand there to stop them. "Closer."
They sighed, reading on. "Weapon Slot One, Rebellion...Slot Two is empty." Frowning again, they mumbled, "Bitch has slots?" Gaster chuckled. "Yes, although the 'slots' are not what I am on about." He turned the screens off with a wave, focusing on CORE!Frisk with such an intensity, the child felt worried. Which is weird, since they never usually felt that.
"These items aren't his." The man started pacing, two hands behind him summoning little whiteboards and pens, scribbling down some notes absent-mindedly.Frisk snorted again. "I know that, dumba-" He cut them off. "Let me finish. They aren't from his universe, either. Well, they are, in a sense, but in the same way we are." He looked at them, hoping they'd get it. "Hang on." Frisk looked dead into the old man's eyes. "So you brought a kid with extremely intimate knowledge of the DoubleKids into our multiverse with a bunch of weapons from other fucking games?! " They looked stunned, a mixture of disbelief, anger and shock on their face. How?! How and why?!
Gaster sighed. "In short, yes. I do not have the time, nor the energy, nor the will to argue with you. At least, not right now. He shook his head and turned away.
Frisk was, to put it simply, completely stunned. Again. "I...please tell me we at least have a way of seeing what these items do, if anything."
The skeleton hummed thoughtfully. "No."
They scoffed. Well, that wasn't very 'thoughtful'. "Okay, I'll rephrase it. Do you know what they do?"
"Yes."
"You're not going to tell me, are you."
"You figure that out, little one."
They sighed in resignation, knowing when to quit; they'd seen enough Gasters to know that once they're set on something, they will not change their mind. It's part of the reason Fell!Gaster wasn't involved in anything. Same as Horror. And Gore. And Help_Gaster. And Creppy!Gaster. The list goes on. They turned away too, recalling the events with Angel. "Promise me something."
Gaster hummed. "I probably won't, but go ahead."
"Don't control him."
He froze. He knew what they were talking about; The Angel had a Gaster, but he essentially used him. Manipulated him into doing what he wanted.
He closed his eyes, thinking.
"I won't. You have my word."
Chapter 3 - 'It's a cold night in the town, and you are a horrible person.'
"Really? An 'Untitled Goose Game' reference?"
*hjönk hjönk am goose
I sighed, pulling my hood up in an effort to keep myself warm amidst the freezing climate of Snowdin. "It wasn't funny. Much."
*You loved it.
"No, I didn't."
*yyyyeah ya did
"...okay, I did. It was funny."
*Told you.
I smirked, keeping an eye on the trees. "Okay,so far we have a headstart on Knifey McBitchSquint, which is good."
*Think they'll be surprised at the, uhh...message?
Oh.
That.
I had left a message on the walls in front of the entrance- "One chance: turn around." It was short enough to get to the point, and it conveyed a pretty good message.
Especially since it was written in their blood.
Speaking of, I need to clean my hands soon, I thought, momentarily thinking of the boundless amounts of snow but dismissing it; too cold. Now, it doesn't matter if I can die and come back; I do not want to die of hypothermia.
*Mentally or physically?
"Hahah. Nice try, but this isn't Macbeth. I don't feel guilty." Much.
*I can tell. The way you killed them, it was like you had some kinda grudge against the-
Shhhh! I froze upon hearing a light crunching of snow. Shit, did I close the door? Closing my eyes, I let my ears take over; they were about 15 feet behind me, whoever they were.
*the fuck you tellin' me to 'shhhh' for? They can't hear me.
Fair enough, but that's not the reason; it's so I can hear.
I wasn't even at the 'gate' yet, so Sans shouldn't be this close...against my better judgement, I resumed walking at an even pace; my senses were screaming at me to take my sword out, threaten them, drive it through their he-
"hey, kid. don't you kn-"
I spun round in a blink, the snow rushing around me from the speed as I drew my sword. "Don't even tr-" I started, my eyes blazing as I froze.
Fuck.
*...Welp. That's a good first impression.
It was Sans.
I chuckled nervously, swinging Rebel up onto my shoulder as I returned my free hand to its pocket. "...hi?"
He just stood there, his eyes locked on my sword. His grin had a weird look to it now, almost...frozen, somehow.
*damn PS5 graphics lookin' neat
And I thought RTX Minecraft was good... I cleared my throat, shrugging. "Sorry 'bout that, bud. I guess you already know the reason I'm a little...tense." His eye lights flickered, understanding dawning on his face. Somehow.
"it's, uhh...yeah. fine. but i hafta say-" With barely a warning, he disappeared, his voice sounding from behind me. "this is one badass sword you're packin' here, pal."
*Someone's been upgrading Blink.
shut the fuck up this isn't dishonoured-"Yeah, it's a...nevermind." I shook my head, turning back around to him. "The name's Drake."
I laughed, looking around. "Non-existent, sadly. But enough chat." Staring him dead in the eyes-or rather, eyelights,-I lowered my voice a bit, the smile all but leaving my face. "I take it you know about all this Determination RESET shit, right?"
He nodded slowly, shuffling his feet awkwardly. "yeah. here ain't exactly the place to talk about it though, buddy." Then, with the same amount of warning as the previous teleport, he grasped my arm. Lights faded in and out of vision, my stomach twisting and turning in painful directions.
*jesus fuck now I see why Harry preferred brooms
It felt like my entire body was being pulled through a thin rubber tube; my arms and legs were being stretched beyond their limit, the muscles about ready to snap. Through the darkness, I thought I saw a flash of white go by, a startled look on its-wait, was that a face?
If I could control my motor functions, I would've turned my head back to have a look.
Then, almost as suddenly as it began, the feeling stopped. My eyes cleared.
We were in...a basement?
I shook my head, trying to clear the sudden headache. "That...was so uncomfortable." I shuddered. Was that Gaster...? Sans laughed, the deep baritone sounding almost exactly like I'd thought.
*Guess Jack got his voice right.
Mhm. Silently agreeing, I looked around; nothing special, the room looked the same as it did in-game. "yeah, the feeling takes a lil' while to get used to." I turned back around, facing the skeleton. He looked like he was thinking, somehow.
"look. i'm gonna skip the chitchat. you have a red SOUL, right?" Still facing me, he lifted a hand; a nearby lab coat glowed a faint blue and hovered over, his own jacket lifting off to swap with it.
I nodded in agreement. "Yessiree." I'd seen the red thing momentarily in the duel before I'd absolutely destroyed the kid and it looked the same as the theirs; same heart shape, same red colour. Only thing that was different was a slightly more...crystalline outer layer. "good." Sans then walked over to his desk, pulling out a notepad and a pencil. "and i assume you have a plan?" The question was vaguely rhetorical, almost like he knew the answer.
"Yep." I took a seat next to him, flipping my hood down and running a hand through my honey-coloured curls.
Quick interruption- I forgot to describe any of his features, so I'll slowly work them in.
He nodded, waving me on. "well?" I exhaled, preparing myself for the reaction.
"We use The Machine."
The skeleton spluttered, his eyelights going wide at the words. "wh-how do you-" I silenced him with a wave of my hand, exasperation filling my face.
"Just...don't ask. I got a lot of meta knowledge." Sighing, I continued. "Now, from what I can remember, monsters are all made of their Magic, right?" I posed the question sort-of rhetorically, knowing the answer but just making sure, if that made sense.
*It doesn't, but alright.
I wasn't asking you. Sans nodded, a thoughtful light appearing in his 'lights. "yep." Giving a small nod, I carried on. "Alright. Again, from what I can remember, you guys turn into some weird fuckin' Dust when you die. Now, my idea-"
I pulled the pad and pen out of his grasp and started sketching a rough outline of the Machine- at least, what I could remember of it.
"-is that we repurpose this hunk'a junk into an Insertion machine. Specifically, a Magic Insertion Machine." Holding my free hand up to cut off his stutters, I moved from sketching the outline to sketching up some schematics and materials needed for the build.
"If monsters are made of pure Magic, then my hypothesis-if I'm using that word correctly-is that's what Dust is. Raw, unfiltered magic." The skeleton nodded along, mumbling, "huh, i...guess so." I dropped the pen, my hands shaking with a little excitement.
*I'd love to see what you get.
Same.
"Now, I don't exactly know how you'd convert it into a form that would be stable enough to even inject, but you and Alph can figure that bit out. Point is, this idea should work. We get the Dust from fallen monsters, purify it into a semi-liquid substance or something, and inject it into-" I paused, realising how selfish it would sound if I didn't explain.
*Explain then, dipshit.
Sans' eyelights narrowed, his body shifting to face me. "go on, kid." Shaking slightly, I wiped my palms on my jeans; I hadn't even realised how sweaty they were.
"We will inject it into me. Look, before you interrupt-" I cut him off, waving a hand as he showed all the signs of doing just that. "-I'm not trying to act like some 'chosen one' or anything, alright? Im just saying that realistically? I'm the only one who can beat Stabby."
His expression shifted to one of understanding, tenting his phalanges carefully. "mhm. problem is, kid, how do we know that you're not like them?" He said the question carefully, vaguely making it sound like an accusation without phrasing it like one. Shrugging, I leaned back against the wooden chair. "You don't, honestly. But what you do know is that I'm your last resort. Whatever spark of hope you have left, even if it's small, you need to use it and believe in me." I hesitated, carefully planning my next words.
"If you can't do that, believe in Gast-"
In a flash of light, two Blasters had appeared over the skeletons shoulders, an army of sharpened bones forming in small ranks around me. His left eye had gone out completely, the signature blue-and-yellow ring I knew and loved flashing in his right. Seemingly, people had it right; there were literal flames coursing out of the socket, the colours overlapping in different layers.
When he spoke, his tone had changed, morphing from a casual baritone to a deep, almost-predatory growl.
"explain. now."
*oh shit. I know we should be terrified, but this is absolutely amazing.
In spite of this obvious show of intimidation, I was strangely calm; my expression didn't change, only my eyebrow lifting in mock-amusement.
"Alright. I don't know if he's your dad or lab partner in this, but it doesn't matter. Long story short, Gaster pulled me in from a separate universe." The words left my mouth easily, like I was talking about the weather. "That's as much information as you're getting, skelly-boy." The whirring died down, each bone fading away into the air.
*he's gonna kill you, at some point.
I know.
He grimaced, letting his hand fall slack against his side. "that's fair enough, i just had to check. if he sent ya here, well..." I nodded, guessing the rest of the sentence.
"Mhm. Alright, how does my plan sound?" The question was pretty much rhetorical to me; I knew this shit would work, it just had to be a case of how quickly we could get it running.
Sans frowned, muttering a few calculations under his breath; I caught a few things recognised, and a load I didn't.
*...where the fuck does pi come into this.
It's in almost everything, asshole.
Looking back up, he shrugged. "it'll work. but, the only problem is...we'd need the entire underground's Dust." He gazed at me carefully, trying to gauge my response from my expression alone.
"Sans, I can RESET. If this shit works, I can find a way to keep whatever I get, go back to the beginning and beat the literal soul out of that kid. Everyone would live."
"and if it doesn't?"
I started asking myself that same question; what if I couldn't handle it? My body had already taken enough in my previous life, and my mind...
*Just shut up and trust yourself. Or me. That works too-
"It will." I shuddered slightly, leaning back into my chair as my eyes flicked up to the clock on the wall; we'd been sat talking for around thirty minu-
"Shit!" I jumped up, panic written all over my face as Sans started. "what's going o-" He followed my gaze towards the clock, instantly freezing.
*Papyrus!
He grabbed my arm in a Kung-fu vice grip and teleported; we were quicker this time, no scenic routes or anything. It was almost like his panic had forced whatever Void we travelled through to make a new passage. Or something.
As soon as we arrived on the other side, I thought we were too late. Blood had dyed the snow a shining crimson, whilst many broken bones littered the ground. Shuddering breaths echoed from across the blizzard, clangs resonating through the misty air.
"Oh shit..." I ran towards the noise, my heart racing. Sans teleported close behind, apparently conserving energy, as he kept doing short range dashes. I pulled out The Amulet as I ran, letting the red hen rest on my chest; if this thing had any powers, best to have them show in a place that won't damage my chest.
As I got closer, I saw the kid in a pretty heated battle with Papyrus. Bones flew around, changing course midway as the little shit just kept deflecting them back at the skeleton.
Speaking of, Pap wasn't looking too good; his 'battle body' had a couple tears in it, and little cracks littered his arms. I had to help, and fast. Squinting through the snow, I formulated a plan.
*You're trying to sound cool. You have no plan.
I had no plan.
Instead, I just did what came naturally: I joked about.
Piling on the speed, I cupped a hand around my mouth and shouted,"What did the human say to the monster?" It worked like a charm; Frisk-Chara?-whirled towards the sound of my voice, their eyes widening. "Wha-"
I jumped into a drop kick, planting my feet squarely into their chest and shattering their ribs in one go.
"Get the fuck back into the closet!"
They flew back across the snow, skidding a good 15-20 feet before digging their fingers into the snow, slowing their movement.
*Oh my god. If I could slap you right now-?
I chuckled, flipping back up before pulling my hood up, sending a smile their way. "Ya know, coincidentally, that's what a homophobe says to a gay." Laughing, I glanced over at Sans, who shook his head with a snort. Looking back over at the kid, I continued.
"Which one are you in this situation?"
Before someone rants in a review like "oh are you trying to say that they're both bad blahblaugdausvauvs"
I'm gay
I have a very loving boyfriend
Shove it.
They glared back at me, a red glint appearing in their eyes as they slowly pushed themselves into a standing position. "You little bitch." They pulled a Cinnamon Bunny- CinnaBunny? Cinnabun??-out of their Inventory and shovelled it down their throat in one go.
*...now, hear me out-
Shut. The fuck.
I grinned. "That's not what your mom called me last night."
They stopped, confusion on their face. "What?"
"I think she said something about me being the best she'd ever had-"
"I don't have a mom."
"Might've been your sister-"
"My family is dead, jackass."
"Cousin? Best friend?" I snapped my fingers. "Right, you don't know what those are. See, friends are people who like you. They enjoy your comp-" I ducked as a frankly gigantic ball of packed snow/ice sailed at my head, exploding into white powder behind me.
"Now, that's just r-" I started, before a fist to the teeth kinda cut off the rest of my sentence. They tend to do that. My head reeled back from the impact, my legs staggering backwards a couple of steps as my vision blurred.
oooooooOOOOWWWWW-
I fell onto my back, narrowly avoiding a roundhouse kick to the face as I pushed myself away from them. "Could ya give me a second?!" I flipped back up again, pulling Rebellion out of my inventory in a quick stroke and blocking the right hook that would've made me look like a low-budget Voldemort. The Tough Glove clanged against the metal, somehow, and send a massive shock reverberating along the blade.
They snarled, a black liquid dripping from between their lips and rolling down their chin. I grimaced slightly, nodding at them and saying, "Sheesh. You should really get that checked out." I pushed them away, backflipping just to gain some extra distance.
They shook their head and pulled the 'knife' out of their Inventory, pointing the blade towards me. "I can't control it, asshole. It's not m-" They stopped, hunching over and shuddering, their arms wrapping around their chest. I spared a look over to Sans, who just grimaced; evidently, he'd seen this before.
Then, suddenly, the air changed. A wave of fear washed over me, a breath catching in my throat; what was happening? I felt like I should run as far away from here as I possibly could. Steadying myself, I turned back around and faced the kid; a faint, misty red aura surrounding them. They raised their head, a grim smile splitting their face as that black liquid flooded their eyes.
I faced them fully, swinging my sword down in an arc and resting the tip in the snow.
"Chara. Nice of you to finally show your face."
They laughed, the sound ringing across the icy plain we stood on. Their eyes glowed a dark crimson, the colour piercing through the dense mist that separated us. "I didn't think you were worthy enough to go against me. I just let Frisk handle it."
I snorted, shaking my head at them. "Look where that got you. No offence, Frisky-bits."
Chuckling, they sighed. "They said 'none taken'."
Then, before I could even make a move to react, they dashed towards me; they were faster than before, apparently.
*Of course they are, they must be around LV7 or 8 about now.
I braced myself for the impact, seeing the Tough Glove fly towards my face in slow motion; there was no way I could block them now.
Suddenly, an ivory streak shot up in front of my face, just barely clipping my hood as it caught their strike. A wall of bones erupted out of the snow and separated us. I turned, expecting Sans to have gone full 'super saiyan' blue-eye thing, but no.
Papyrus stood with his hand outstretched, an orange flicker flitting across his left eye for a moment. He looked a little bit angry.
"HUMAN!" He spoke-well, more like shouted. Again, his voice sounded strikingly similar to how impressionists did it.
"THINK ABOUT YOUR PATH! IF YOU CONTINUE THE WAY YOU'RE GOING NOW..."
I smiled, shrugging and poking my head around the wall and winking at them. "You're gonna have a bad time."
Pap strode forward, a confident smile in his face. "NICE HUMAN! SHALL WE TEAM UP?" I laughed, nodding. "Let's tag team their ass, Pap."
He flung his arm to the side, summoning a Bone staff similar to the one in Disbelief as I lifted my sword.
"TAG TEAM THEM WITH KINDNESS! "
*Papyrus has joined the fight!
Quick lil thing-
I myself don't really know where I'm going with this.
I do have a sort-of 'ending' in mind but like
It's gonna be done the same way Wolf did DT
I'm pretty much making all of this up as I go along.
Also I'm gonna (try) to do his writing style ig
Not fully but like
I'll use a few things just because I am absolutely awful
Btw I underline the 'Bo' in 'Bone' because it's a Bo Staff.
K bye