A/N: Heeeeey! OOOOH I AM SO EXCITED I LOVE COFFEE SO MUCH HAHAHAAAAAA
Also people keep correcting me in the REVIEWS saying it's Outertale, not Galaxytale. I know this. Anything written in the A/N's before the most recent chapter is probably irrelevant as I started this five months ago, so please only use the reviews to criticize not correct. Plus, what sounds better. Outer or Galaxy? MMM? MMMMMMMMMMMMMM?
Swap looked around his apartment for any stray clothes or messy spots. While he was contemplating life and the universe, he might as well clean up the place, right? Going around and picking up anything out of place, he scanned through his brain at all the things him and Fell had done together. Well, he was until last night popped to mind and made him want to crawl into a hole of shame because he was blushing so hard. Smiling, he picked up a pillow off his bedroom floor and set it on the bed, staring at the duvae and going bright blue. Nope, nope, nope! He turned promptly around and began to set his dressers in order, trying to neaten them up and make them nice, going from organizing his shirts and pants to shuffling things around.
Pushing the last drawer in, he looked up at the counter. On the top there were two obvious things, his picture frames and his memory box. The box he kept closed unless, of course, he was sad. Then he opened that sucker up and looked through all his fond memories. Training with Alphys, hanging out with Papyrus, playing video games or watching anime with Undyne. Sure, he had little friends, but then Fell came around and he found some interest in the reclusive, edgy skeleton. Why he'd fallen head over heels in love with himself, he didn't know, but it sure as hell was gonna be the most amazing experience of his life.
The picture frames were similar to the memory box. All little snapshots of his life making him smile even harder than normal. Undyne had taken most of them. He looked over to his windows and decided to open them. He walked over to the sill and opened the blinds, wincing as the sun hit his untrained eyes. Almost a year of being above ground and he still wasn't used to seeing the sun high in the sky, priding it's importance to humanity, and now all monsters as well. Smiling, he then opened the pane itself, breathing in the deep air that he loved so much, pine and dirt clinging to it fiercely. Taking a step back, Swap then moved around his room, picking things up and organizing the mess Fell had made.
The sun had gone higher into the sky and Swap was actually worrying. He knew that Fell needed a life, but he was a little needy, and the fact he hadn't been texted was irking him. Mostly because he was worried about how he left, seeing the concerned look on the other skeletons face just before he had set off and gone on his adventure to who the hell knows where?
Pulling his phone off the dresser where he had left it the night before, Swap sent a little text.
-Hey you okay?
No reply. He put his phone back down, with the ringer on full volume just in case, Swap tossed the pile of dirty clothes into a hamper, deciding that he was going to go jogging for a little bit. He went to the front door, rummaging in his closet for his exercise stuff. Taking off his battle armour, Swap put on his jogging shorts and shoes, tightening the velcro on them. He put his little music player clip on the band of his shorts and got back up. Walking to his room he grabbed his phone and headphones, pulling the bulky plastic over his head and pressing them over where his ears would be.
Ready and prepared, he began stretching in his front hall. Once he was done with that, the skeleton went out into the cool morning air and went down the stairs, jogging down the sidewalk connecting the apartments to the rest of the block. Setting off to the right, in the direction of the park, the little guy began jogging to the music in the background, trying to set himself a pace. He'd been jogging quite a lot recently to relieve stress and build up skills. Since he wasn't training with Alphys anymore, he needed something to keep him in shape, and what better to do that than jogging? Plus, he liked the added wake up boost, considering coffee was now forever out of the question to him. Laughing, Swap sped up a little letting his feet hit the pavement and his mind hit the problems he was being constantly faced with. First he decided to mull over Galaxy. This guy had already screwed him over, and it was still weird to feel the gaping hole where his prosthetic leg was. But at least he hadn't been killed. Problem; He wasn't sure how far the other him was willing to go to get revenge on his lover. In all honesty, he wasn't sure what point Galaxy was trying to get across by attacking him. Sure he got his anger out on the skeleton, but there was the problem of the law.
He wasn't even sure who Galaxy's accomplice was! But… he did have a suspicion that the voice on the other end of the phone had almost confirmed. He remember little bits and pieces of being attacked, like voices, and Fell's older brother sure did have a familiar one. Shaking his head, Swap told himself that, no, even a hateful Papyrus wouldn't do that, but he couldn't help but have his suspicions.
Letting out a heavy breath, he looked up at the horizon, only focusing on the feeling of his feet hitting the ground, a small slap after each pace, and watching the skyline. Reaching the park, he did one lap around the track before leaving and decidingto return home. Once he did, Swap checked his phone. He'd been out for about forty minutes, not too long, but still a satisfying amount of time. Smiling, he went inside his apartment and got a glass of milk from the fridge, kicking his shoes into the closet carelessly.
Blue faced and panting, he downed the glass and popped his back, smiling to himself at the nice warmth of his house in contrast to the cold of the outside. Fell still hadn't texted him back, which was a little concerning, but he gave it no mind and sat on his couch, staring around the living room. There was still blood in his carpet, and he realised he might have to get that out later. Putting his hands on his face and leaning over, resting his elbows on his patella, Swap mulled over his life.
He was shaken up from the beating, there was no denying that as the skeleton shook, sobbing, on his couch, wondering why love was so violent and complicated. Swap pulled himself away from pity position to take a good look at his leg. The fibula was there, if not slightly transparent. He could barely see the couch color beneath him, but what was more perturbing was the fact that he couldn't even feel it. Touching the fake bone, he attempted to feel his gloved hand running over the plastic. Nothing.
Tears ran down his face as he tried to collect himself. It's fine. It's fine. It's fine.
Shaking, the small skeleton looked around his room, aside from the blood on his carpet, everything looked so perfect, like the calm before the storm. It was so serene. Laying on the couch, he tried to calm himself down, closing his eyes and clearing his mind. With this, though, he began to drift off into nothingness.
-Le time skip of happy times or something whatever insert dream here?-
Waking up with an ache in his back, Swap looked around. The sun had dipped into the low sky, and Swap assumed he must have slept a good majority of his day away if it was this late. Smiling, he popped his shoulders. Tears had dried on his face, but he didn't even notice.
Swap got up and went to his room, rummaging through the drawers to get out his usual attire and put it back on before wandering into the living room. Maybe he could go to the store? He wanted to get some fruit or maybe more milk.
His phone was laying on the couch, and he picked it up and looked over his texts, looking for a reply. There was none. A little confused, he texted Fell again.
-Did you get my text?
-You okay?
-FELL
When he didn't get a reply, Swap stood up. Now he was panicking. Fell was never late to reply to his texts, either having it for his need of love or maybe the fact that he didn't want someone to freak at him he wasn't sure. Frowning now, Swap stood.
What if Galaxy got to him? The thought sent a flare of red over Swap's mind. If this was true, Fell was in for a world of pain that Swap did not want to even come near his lover. Phone in hand, he grabbed his keys from the key ring by the front door and booked it out of that place, taking the stairs two at a time and running in a misshapen manner to his car.
Throwing himself into the seat, he struggled with the key ring before managing to stuff it into the small hole and turn the engine on. Pulling out of his parking space, Swap attempted to not hit anything or anyone else as he drove down the parking lot.
Mind racing, he tried to remember where Galaxy lived. When he couldn't, Swap decided to first go to Fell's house. Maybe he was just asleep! Not very calmly, the impatiently made his way across town, watching it deteriorate until the roads were cracked and no cars where anywhere in sight.
The grass was yellowed, and it was slightly concerning to see a complex in such condition. It was, however, more concerning to think of his lover in peril. Swap was a little afraid that he was overdoing it, but honestly it wouldn't be a big deal if he was. It would be a bigger deal if the other was in trouble and he wasn't the slightest bit concerned. Maybe Swap was just anxious after what had happened.
Pulling into the driveway, Swap hopped out, wondering why his car wasn't there. He figured it might be parked in front of Galaxy's or the Hospital. Hopping out of his own car, the skeleton ran up to the front steps. Knocking on the worn, fading white painted door, he waited for an answer. After a few moments, he knocked again. Nothing. Worried now, Swap tried the knob, not expecting it to work. The knob gave under his weight almost instantly.
Stumbling into the small front hall, Swap let go of the door and let it swing. The whole house was dead. A bit of dust was filtering through the air in swirls. Nobody had been home since the… incident. So where the hell was Fell?
Swap did a quick search of the house, only to confirm that no, his lover was not lounging safely in his home. Pulling out his phone, the small skeleton texted Fell another time. When that was done he went back outside, contemplating.
He had to be at Galaxy's. Where else would Fell go? Regardless, that was the only other place that Swap could think of. He slid back into his car seat and readied himself, sighing.
Turning the key in the ignition, Swap drove in silence, not bothering to turn on the radio, just hoping and praying that his lover wasn't in pain. With all that was going on, Swap wasn't sure he could pretend to be okay at all. Honestly he was probably worrying over nothing, but that didn't prevent him from worrying in general.
He truly was sickly in love with Fell, the other skeleton's smile, laugh, touch. A beautiful monster hidden behind a mask of hate and denial. But Swap had seen inside the other, a self conscious character full of love and devotion. He cried, he laughed, he tried. Fell was going to give the monsters he loved every bit of effort that he thought they deserved, and he had shown that with Swap.
When he was hurt, it was Fell who never left his side and cried for him, It was Fell who kissed him and held him. Supported him and showed him what it was like to love someone for the first time. Fell who made him see the beauty in the world from another perspective. One where the hurt almost masked it if you held it in.
And Swap wanted to make sure that he could stop Fell from hating himself. He wanted to let Fell cry and cry until all his emotions were out and bare to him so that he could show him just how much he mattered and tell him how amazing he was. Tell him how beautiful and strong he could be if he just stopped caring what other people and monsters thought of him.
Swap wanted to kiss every little crack on his lover's soul until he was all healed and glued together, so he would stop needing a mask to hide himself, so that he could tell the world just how amazing he was. He wanted to make the other happier than he had ever been before. And he was going to, if it killed him, because nothing in the world seemed to matter more than Fell to him right now.
His mind wandered as he drove, not focusing much. He was one of those drivers that didn't really need to, seeing as he could multi-task pretty well. Sighing, he pulled next to the curb in front of Galaxy's house. The light in the living room was on, which made sense as it was a late spring evening, and you couldn't see well even with that small sliver of light pouring from the sky.
He opened the door after seriously considering what he was about to do. Preparing to use his magic, regardless of if he would need it, the short skeleton hopped out of his car and stepped up the driveway.
When he reached the door, Swap raised a reluctant gloved hand to knock, shaking ever so slightly. He wasn't ready oh god why was he doing this? Inhaling deeply, he stood as still as possible in the porch light.
The door creaked open, in obvious need of an oiling, and there in his disheveled glory, was Swap's attacker. His sockets had deep bags, however that was possible, and his shirt was wrinkled and dirty. His jacket seemed to sag on his body, and it loosely hung on his arms. He looked thinner, again Swap wasn't sure how. Sighing, he attempted a smile, but the tears were already beginning to form.
The face Galaxy made was obvious disgust. "You shit… what do you want here?" Hands stuffed in his pockets, the other skeleton was on the verge of tears as well.
Swap flinched, soul thudding in fear. "I- I was wondering if you've seen Fell?" he was scared, so scared that he wanted to run and hide. Memories were flooding back, of the beating, of the pain, the blip of hospital monitors surrounding him as Fell squeezed his hand.
"Why would I have seen your worthless excuse for a boyfriend around here!?" Hands shaking as Swap took a step back, the skeleton looked like he was snapping, and he was. Breathing going shallow, he was ready to run. Just sprint out of there and forget he ever came, to go home and curl into a ball.
He wanted to give in and cave. But the insult thrown at Fell stabbed him. "W- worthless?" barely a whisper.
"Worthless! He's pathetic, hiding behind his brother for love and comfort but all he gets is hate and pain and he lives for it! The guy's a sick fuck. A masochist when it comes to feelings. He's needy and clingy, and he never asks how you feel. A selfish, giant asshole! He can burn in hell for all I care!"
Swap stared at Galaxy, whose hands were held tight in his jacket. He was mad. Very mad. You never talked down the people he loved, or else you were in for it.
"Shut up."
"What?"
"Shut up! You don't know him! You don't know half the stuff he's dealing with! He's fucking insane, going mad with the thoughts of people like you, deciding to undermine him and tell him he's worthless! He's not, he's one of the most beautiful beings I have here freaking met, and I've met a lot! He's not worthless, maybe to you but not to me! As for him being needy, why wouldn't he be? He grew up in a world where LOVE dominated and he wasn't cared for. He's hurt by his own brother for goodness sake! You don't know him, and now you never will! If anyone's horrible, it's you!" Turning to walk away, Swap didn't expect to be stopped by magic. His soul felt like it was being restrained as his walking halted, breathing going faster and body going slack.
No no no no no no no no no no! He was pulled back, slammed into a wall behind Galaxy. Wincing, he looked up to see Galaxy shaking. He laughed, shoulders heaving as he turned around. "No wonder he chose you over me…" Tears ran down his face. "You're still naive. You believe whatever is thrown at you without question." walking closer, the skeleton made eye contact. Swap, legs shaky but unable to move, whimpered. "I should have killed you when I had the chance!"
Bones apparated behind Galaxy, grinning like mad as he held a shaking hand up. "Now you get to learn something new. What happens when you cross my lines." Eye sockets dark, the bones began the rain of anger.
The first one made contact with his chest, ramming in with as much force as possible. Galaxy was going to make this as slow and painful as he could. A scream tried to push itself out of his throat, but it couldn't, held down by choking tears. Another bone hit his arm, a small dent made in it, shockwaves of needles and fire running over the general area. More and more, bone slowly chipped off him. Upon coming to the human world, though, Swap had learned that one could take pain without losing HP, as long as you weren't in battle. And, sadly, he wasn't.
Galaxy, chuckling, sent another rain of bones. "You don't deserve to live, at this rate…" He gasped as bones battered him, leaving small cracks, not noticeable to the naked eye. He cried out.
"But I won't kill you, no… I think maybe I'll just batter you up and send you home." More, one making contact with his head. Searing pain. The entire half of his face was on fire, and Swap could feel blood trickling just barely from a crack.
His soul lost tension, whole body heaving. "Now get out."
Swap stood up, shaking, crying, and wincing. He limped out of the front door, waiting for it to be a joke, waiting for Galaxy to laugh and keep hitting. But he didn't, and Swap was let out.
Shaking, he sat in his car, staring at the wheel. He needed to go see Papyrus. Regardless of what happened to him here, maybe Fell went to his brother's? And so, yet again, Swap set off to find his lover.
The second drive was much quieter, with nothing but silence and crying. When he arrived at the house, only knowing where this Papyrus lived because Fell had mentioned it once, he got out immediately. He wasn't scared! W- well he was shaking… Okay he was scared… but he wasn't letting them get the better of him!
Knocking on the dark wooden door, he stood waiting as it was promptly thrown open.
"What do you want?" The taller, lanky skeleton peered down on him. Papyrus. Well, the UnderFell version… Swap jumped and smiled best he could.
"E- excuse me… Uhm.. is Fell here?" Swap smiled.
"Oh… it's you. Fuck off, he isn't here, and if he was I wouldn't tell you! Stay away from my brother, understand? You're a weak pansy, and you're only making him soft!"
Someone parking a car made both of the skeletons turn to look at the curb, where a beat up car sat, someone stepping out. Fell.
Swap made a small happy noise and rushed over to the other, pulling him into hug. Reciprocating, Fell let him go. "Papyrus…" he glared at his brother, fist clenched. Swap looked at the other, concerned.
"Brother…" Papyrus folded his arms and glared right back. "Why?"
Fell walked a bit away from Swap. "I love him. I don't care what you think about me, B- Paps. You don't own me…"
Snap. "Don't you fucking start with me, you worthless shit! I fucking protected you from everything that wanted to kill you without question! The least you could do is show me some
appreciation for what I did!" Papyrus snapped his fingers, a few bones appearing out of nowhere. Eyes trained on his brother, the bones were set off. In Swap's direction. One two three. Bam bam bam. Jerking back, Swap covered his head and stood behind a dead tree in the front yard, shaking.
Fell's eyes dark, he stepped back. "Swap… now, c'mere…" arm outstretched, he stared his brother down.
Slipping next to the arm and touching it, Swap had a suspicion to what his lover was doing. Arm around him, Fell closed his eyes and began to teleport, the world swirling around them. Swap squeezed his eyes shut as the arm around him gripped tighter.
"Worthless shit!"
A/N: Woo I'm sorry this took so long! Ha ha so intense and this isn't even the fucking climax ooooh my god
welp
Again, PLEASE DON'T COMMENT ABOUT GALAXY'S NAME I KNOW ALREADY UGH
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