UnderFell Sans X UnderSwap Sans
Chapter three!
A/N: I know, I know. UnderSwap is called Swaptale and the ship name is Salt. I KNOW. I just like the ship name I have now! And I like calling it UnderSwap! So poop you! :3
Anyways, have some more fluff. Like a lot. * It starts raining sheep * Enjoy! Also Guest, you reviewed asking if this was based off the UnderTime AU. I assume that is UnderTale and Adventure Time combined? If so WHY DID I NOT KNOW OF THIS? It's not based off that, BUT IT SOUNDS SO GREAT!
Fell stood up from the embrace after what seemed like forever, although he was reluctant. He smiled down on Swap, wiping a few more tears from his eyes. Damn, if he cried any more he would run out of tears. He looked at the other, hands resting on his shoulders. "Heh. I- I think it's a little to late..." He removed his hands from Swap's shoulders and looked awkwardly away.
The air moved in front of him as Swap stood up, looping his arm around Fell's with a laugh. "Then we should be getting back, hmm?" Fell peeked out of the corner of his eye at Swap, whom was grinning like a maniac, which made sense, considering he was. He was the only person- or monster- to actually like him, which was insane. At least that was his perspective of it. He smirked, and began to walk off, tugging Swap along with him.
The walked back out of the entrance, the cat girl gone at that point. Swap looked to the side, his faint blue deepening. "H- Hey Fell... Well..." He looked down, a smile playing on his face. "I was wondering. D- Does this mean w- we're together?" his grip on Fell's jacket sleeve tightened, making him blush.
"I- I- I think so. D- Do you want it to?" He scratched the back of his neck, face red. He wasn't very good at relationships in general, being the shut-in, overly rash person he was.
"Yeah... I- I think I do." He squeezed a little tighter, a big grin playing on his features at this point. But that grin turned to a frown when his eyelids drooped. "Nyeh. Sleepy..."
"Whoa, whoa." Stay awake at least till we get there, bud!" Fell tried to prop Swap up on his arm, but not being very successful. "Ugh, dude! You're ridiculous." he looked down at the droopy skeleton on his arms.
"I- I can do it! The magnificent Swap will succeed! I can drive home!" Swap weakly thrusted a fist in the air. A very unconvincing fist.
"Nope. You're staying at my place tonight. U- Unless you want me to drive you home. But you on the road right now is out of the question." He firmly demanded, genuinely concerned for the others life and safety, a strange feeling to say the least. Sort of... protective.
"Mm. C- Can I just stay over? I don't want to bother you..." Swap yawned as the two walked up the driveway, Fell grinning.
"Sure you can. I'll take the couch. I don't have any guest bed... so..." He pulled the now half-asleep other along the long hallway that connected the bathroom and bedroom to the kitchen and living room. He opened the door to his own room, which smelled strongly of coffee and was a disastrous mess. Kicking aside a pair of shorts, he watched a sleepy Swap pull himself into the bed, tugging the red blankets around himself, only bothering to pull off his shoes.
"T- Thanks..." and with that the other monster let himself slip into a deep sleep, snoring lightly. Fell chuckled quietly and smoothed his hand over the top of Swap's head before standing up and quietly walking out of the room. He smiled as he went back to the living room, sighing in contentedness. He was fucking dating himself. That was pretty awesome... and insane. He flopped down on the couch, not really bothering to do anything but toss off his shoes and pull out his phone. Deciding to just go into some more music, he scrounged around for his headphones and put them in. He replayed the song from before and lay down, letting the events of the day catch up with him and make him pretty much a red, hot sleepy mess. He closed his eyes, head pressed on one of his arms, and curled into a fetal ball.
It wasn't long before he was asleep, dreaming of something just out of reach.
Fell woke up to something so dark and evil smelling. He sat up and blinked groggily. Why did his back hurt so much? He looked around, trying to process the information. He was on the couch, and that smell was definitely coffee. Oh right. He was on the couch because Swap had spent the night over... and then the coffee. Grunting, he stood up and peeked his head around the wall separating the two rooms. Swap stood with his back to him, standing by the kettle, humming to himself. With a spark of mischief, Fell snuck up behind Swap and grabbed him around the shoulders in a hug, causing himself to instantly blush.
"EH! O- Oh, it's just you. Don't scare me like that!" Swap patted his head and pulled the mug next to him into sight. "Off."
"Aww... but scaring is what I'm good at. Along with other things..." He chuckled and took the mug, pulling himself off of the other reluctantly. With a grunt of approval, he took a sip.
"Pfft. Whatever. Anyways, good morning." Swap leaned against the counter next to him, smiling.
"Mornings are never good." Fell groaned and drank more coffee, trying to wake himself up.
"Not if you don't make them!" Swap looked at the clock above the never used oven. "I should head out. See you later?"
"Sure. Heading over to Galaxy's soon, though." He set his mug down on the counter, yawning. Swap nodded.
"I need to go... I- I had fun though." Swap flushed and looked away, grinning. He leaned to the side a little and squeezed around his shoulders.
"Later." he straitened himself and walked off in search of his shoes. Fell blushed and looked down at his own bare feet. He truly did have plans with Galaxy, but now all he wanted to do was stay there with Swap. He made him feel... happy. Well, happier than he was ever going to be. It was weird. The front door slammed shut and he was left alone with his thoughts and a cup of coffee.
With some contemplation, he set the now empty mug down and put his shoes on, deciding he needed to get out anyways.
The morning air was cold and biting, although he really didn't mind. He looked out at the street, which was lined with a thin frost. His breath visible, Fell looked around with a bored expression. Maybe he would walk over to Galaxy's? With an affirmative nod, he began to walk, not really minding the cold because of his train of thoughts. He was with Swap now, and that made him pretty ecstatic. He smiled. But there was something. Something biting in the back of his head that he couldn't figure out. It was painful, and made him want to cry, but he couldn't figure it out.
Fell shrugged off the thoughts and pulled out his phone, which was buzzing at the moment. A text from Galaxy.
-When you think you gonna get here? The movie will not wait for you if you cannot bring yourself over here soon.
Fell laughed.
-Lol, yeah, yeah. I'm on my way.
He picked up the pace, crossing a few streets to get to his destination. When he managed to arrive, the sun was high in the sky. He didn't have to even knock on the door, Galaxy was standing in the driveway, looking impatient as fuck. "Took you your sweet fucking time!" Galaxy laughed.
"Sorry, I was a little tied up." Fell attempted to wave off his tardiness unsuccessfully.
"Oh, really? Why was that?" Galaxy gestured to the door and turned around, insinuating he wanted to go inside the building.
"Meh. Nothing much. I just had someone overnight and we were talking." Shifting uncomfortably, Fell tried to find something else to talk about so he could move on from the fact he had Swap over.
"Who was she?" Galaxy threw himself onto his couch, a pile of clothes bouncing slightly next to him.
Fell chuckled lightly into his hand as he sat down. "I don't have girls over, stupid."
"Then why are you so fucking red?" Galaxy taunted, looking around himself for the remote. He stood up and started to remove some cushions on the couch to see if it had managed to wedge itself between them.
"I- I'm not red. Y- You're an ass!" Fell threw a nearby shirt at him, feeling his cheekbones heat up.
"And you are a horrific liar." Making a small noise of victory, Galaxy sat back on the now even more disheveled couch, remote in hand. "You want to start the fucking movie now?"
"Got any mustard?"
"Anything is possible, if you get up and get it yourself. If you don't, then no." Galaxy chuckled.
"Ass."
"That I am, is that I lack. How ironic, huh?" The other skeleton retorted with sarcasm.
"Shut up, you know what I mean." Sitting on the couch for a second time, Fell moved his hand to the television screen, signaling he wanted the movie to start.
-LE MOTHER FUCKING TIME SKIP-
The movie was okay, for a cheap slasher that they found in a discount shop. Mostly just blood and yelling, which was okay by Fell's standards, although he was very annoyed by the fact that Galaxy was an overcritical ass whom decided to talk the whole time about whatever was wrong with the current scene. That was usually what happened, and it was usually pretty fucking fun, plus a good distraction from your romantic issues.
When it was over, Fell was sunk so far into the cushions that he didn't really want to get up, but he still did. He stretched, attempting to pop his spine. With a satisfied yawn he picked up the now empty bottle on the floor. "I'm gonna toss this and go, m'kay?"
Galaxy groaned from his still immobile position on the couch. "No, don't leave me here alone!" He whined.
"Pfft, whatever. Sure." Fell waved his hand and threw the bottle in the trash can by the door, feeling successful when it landed inside the bin and not on the floor. "I really need to go. Swap's probably waiting back at the-" He cringed. "I- I mean..."
"You had Swap over? Seriously?" Galaxy groaned. "Ugh, you know what Swap thinks of you, yet you let the psychopath in your home?"
"Yes, I do know. And yes, I let him in my home. He's not that bad!" He was about ready to punch someone, and was sure as fuck it was gonna be Galaxy.
"Don't tell me you like that hyper son-of-a bitch?" Throwing his hands up in exasperation, Galaxy muttered some shit under his breath. "He's over-zealous, loud, brags to much, and he just has issues in the head!"
"Shut up! You barely know him, so why do you have the right to judge him?" Standing up, Fell was about to just fucking leave.
"Because he's in love with himself, and he's fucking gay! Do you ever even pay attention?" A hand landed itself on his shoulder, making Fell turn around and growl, face inches from the others.
"Exactly. You judge him for things he probably can't even control." His voice was barely audible, a low whisper. "You don't fucking know him."
Galaxy took a few steps back, obvious fear in his eyes. He put up his hands, but his eyes were still narrowed and he had a grin on his face. "Oh my lord. You fucking like him, don't you? You like yourself back? That's unbelievable! T- That's too funny!" He was bursting into laughter, hands falling limply at his sides. He was a fucking asshole.
"Do you want me to fucking kill you? I will fucking kill you if you don't shut up." Fell stepped just a little closer, prepared to crush this skeleton into itty-bitty shards. He didn't care if it was himself.
"Get out of my house. Don't even look back. Get the fuck out, you bastard."
"Gladly." Fuming, Fell turned and left, not even closing the front door behind him. He didn't have to. It was already slammed shut by the time he was outside it.
Something hot and prickly tingled in his eyes sockets and began to slide down his face. More fucking tears, oh joy! He tried to wipe them away, but they kept falling and falling until he realized they would never stop, and he was going to be stuck like this until he did something.
He was shaking at this point, hands gripping inside his pockets, he looked for a bench or a bus stop, or something he could sit on. Nothing. He was a lucky bastard, huh?
With a grunt he kept walking, in no direction in particular. His hood was pulled up over his skull, fluffy and warm, hiding him from his problems so he could cry. A few people muttered under their breath, monsters too, as he passed. Fell ignored them and let the pink tears fall down, soaking the rim of his jacket and shirt, although he didn't give it much bother. His breath was hot and short, and his hands still shook with the ferocity of an earthquake. He'd fucked up again... but did he?
He had let someone know who he was. Wasn't that like evolution as a monster? So why was he so fucked up about it? It hit him over the back of the skull like a pan. He was still scared of how others thought of him. He was afraid of them all judging him. Why was he still fucking afraid?
Fell let out a grunt of anger and gripped his fingers tighter. Why couldn't he just not care, not give any fucks like he tries to? Head spinning, he looked up. At first he didn't recognize where he was. The streets were lifeless and empty, and his eyes only found a few secluded houses. They all were in misshapen piles scattering the landscape, in no particular order or design. All of which, however, were color themed.
The only one with any color important to him was the one on the end of the block. A deep red building, with cracked walls and fading paint. It was Nap's fucking house.
Of all the monsters he knew, Napstablook was the only one whom had decided to live near his alternate versions. Instead of adapting a name, he just said call us all Napstablook. Although he thought it was weird, he didn't really like to push Nap around, so he usually just left it.
Whatever force that had drawn him to the ghosts house was now compelling him to go up to the front door and ask to come in. He pulled himself up the oak stairs that he doubted could hold his weight, as if they ever held any. Why he even thought Napstablook would be helpful in this situation, he had no idea. The guy hardly cared about anyone but himself, and he always wanted to be left alone. Maybe that was why... He just wanted to lay on the floor and complain to nobody in his own head, but just with someone there to tether him to reality.
Or maybe he was going insane. Either or, he still knocked on the front door, not really expecting an immediate answer. Napstablook was floating there, a big black mass. His headphones draped lazily around his... neck area, and he had a music player in one hand. His form was edgy and broken, as well as slightly translucent. He looked fucking tired.
"Hey, why are you here so early?" Nap squeezed his eyes shut and yawned. Fell pulled his phone out of his pocket and gave a weak laugh, face still wet and slick with tears.
"It's one in the afternoon, stupid. When did you get to bed?"
"Three. Get the fuck in here, it's too sunny outside." He groaned and turned around, pushing into the darkness that was known as his house. He lay on the armrest of the couch, head propped up by an out of place pillow.
"That explains why you just woke up." Sitting next to his head, Fell let out a heavy sigh.
"What the fuck happened to you?" Napstablook took his headphones fully off and set them on the floor, giving his full attention to the other monster. Fell appreciated the gesture.
"Fucking life happened. I- I don't want to talk about it, but we're going to say Galaxy's an asshole and a half.
"You can say that again." Closing his eyes, Napstablook grinned. "But isn't he you?"
"Yes, b- but it's different. He isn't really me, j- just a..." He tried to find the same words Swap had used, and found out he couldn't.
"Mm-hmm. Sure. Why's he an asshole?"
"Because he wont leave Swap alone or stop being so... Over critical!" He threw his arms up to emphasize his point. "Like, just shut the fuck up!"
"Sounds pretty over protective of you." Fell's head jerked to the side to look questioningly at the ghost, whom was grinning even wider. "Almost like you care."
"I- I-..." He swallowed. Here goes no shit. "I do care."
Napstablook nodded at himself. "See. Look at that. I knew you would care about someone that isn't yourself. What I didn't think is that the person you cared about was yourself."
"I care too much. I care about him and I care about how others think of me. I care about how I act and who I know. I'm scared, Nap. So fucking scared, but at the same time I've never been more happy."
"You're scared so you came to me? That's a bad idea." Nap laughed.
"You know why I'm here." Fell sighed. "Whatever."
"Why are you so happy?" Honestly, Napstablook should be a psychiatrist. He'd be too fucking good at asking all the right and wrong questions.
"Because... I'm fucking in love, Nap. It's amazing. But I'm so scared of how others will treat me about it that I ran away from Galaxy. He has no right to..." Fell just shrugged, letting his shoulder blades sag in defeat.
"He has no right to tell you what is good and bad." His sentence was finished.
"Exactly."
"But you need to stop running from your problems. It's becoming one of its own. Plus, you need to tell others, especially Swap, exactly how you feel." Nap's eyes were open then, and he was staring holes into Fell. All he could to was listen as the ghost explained his life to him.
"You're right. I need to stop. But I don't want to. I want to keep running and running until I don't have any!"
"Then what's stopping you?"
Fell sat there for a moment, eyes wide. He didn't know how to reply to that question. Then he realized why he'd never run away before.
"Swap. I fucking love Swap."
A/N: I was going to make this longer but we're moving tomorrow and I don't really want to make this go on any longer because I have no idea how long it will take for the internet to go up in our new apartment! Wish me luck! THIS CHAPTER TOOK SO LONG LIKE WHAT EVEN. I also need to work on the MLP fanfictions I'm writing but eeeeeeh I don't feel like it. Thanks for reading and review with what you think. ALSO CHECKED THE VEIWS. ALMOST SIX HUNDRED LIKE WHAT EVEN? THANK YOU SO MUCH AAAAH. I know views aren't watches or likes, but I feel it all the same! Also I may or may not be living vicariously through Fell by giving him issues about how the world sees him and wanting to run away from everything... One of the many things wrong with me!
