A/N: Woohoo! Chapter eleven AND LOOK AT ALL THIS SUPPORT WTF THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU LITTLE SHIPPERS! Note: There is a kissiful scene in here, but there is no smut! It may look like that's where it's going but I can assure you that they just kiss for like three paragraphs!

The ground swirling underneath him, Fell clung to Swap as they teleported. When he opened his eyes, the surroundings soothed him instantly. It was his own house, thank god. Swap clung to the wall not to far from him, one hand on his forehead while the other braced him. They were standing in Fell's front hall, with no light due to the darkness outside.

Flicking the switch Fell winced at the brightness, waiting for his eyes to adjust. When they did, he noticed them. At first, since it was so dark outside, Fell hadn't seen anything wrong with his lover aside from how shaken up he was, but in the light he noticed the small notches and cuts criss crossing his bones.

Tears pricked at the sides of his eye sockets once more. Why did Swap always get hurt because of him. He walked over to the other and took him in his arms, feeling the slightly smaller skeleton lump into him. He was shaking, arms now crossed over his body as if he were trying to slowly crawl into himself.

"W- where were you?" Swap looked up at him, his blue pupils slightly dilated and shaking.

"That's not our biggest concern. What the fuck happened to you?" He raised a hand to trace over the small ruts in the radius and ulna, pieces of bone having small injuries that all added up to one big catastrophe. Shaking, a cold sweat reforming over his bones, the edgy skeleton pulled his lover into his arms and began crying harder.

Reaching up, Swap reciprocated his hug, shaking and crying as well, and Fell could feel his soul thudding against his ribs and attempting to reach the other. He was scared out of his mind for the smaller one, his head spinning. Why? Why was this happening to him of all monsters? Why was Swap even in love with him?!

Squeezing a little harder, the small skeleton smiled and began to smile. He was here now, he could do something now. He was going to make sure this never fucking happened again!

Swap yawned from behind him, pulling him out of his thoughts. He was silent for a moment before pulling away. The light blue tears leaving streaks on his face and dripping onto the ratty carpet in Fell's hallway. "I- I'm tired… can we just go to sleep?" He tried to smile, but it fell from his face halfway through.

Fell nodded, turning and leading Swap to his room. "Go on in… I'm just going to lock the doors…" He smiled as the other climbed into his bed and surrounded himself with the red comforter. Then, Fell walked around the house, locking all the doors and the windows as well. He was calming himself down, considering going outside and having a cigarette. He was trying to break the habit but any stress reliever was wanted at the moment. He was urged to get his emergency pack, but honestly he didn't want to spend another second away from his lover.

Going back to his room, he saw Swap laying there, blue eyes half open and staring at the door. He smiled half heartedly. "Hey…" Slipping his jacket off and laying on the floor, slippers in disarray on the floor next to it, Fell slid into bed, pulling the blanket tight around him and the other. Opening his arms, he took Swap a little closer, trying to push all their warmth collectively together.

"Hey." Swap closed his eyes and nuzzled into the other, letting out a content sigh. "You're warm.."

Fell placed a skele-kiss on the top of his forehead, sighing. "It's been a day you wouldn't beleive." Eyes closed, the skeleton breathed in the relieving smell of Swap. He smelled like detergent and body wash.

Letting out a breath he may as well have been holding all day, Fell closed his eyes and let himself slip into dreamland.

Fell looked around. The sun was out, high in the sky, and the fields around him were aglow with greens and purples. Flowers dotted the landscape around him and he felt his soul hum contentedly. It was a beautiful day.

Looking behind him, he saw Swap, running in the grass. He was wearing a flower crown and leaping around with a stick. His blue eyes turned to Fell, a big grin on his face. In his other hand was a picnic basket. "C'mon, you lazybones!"

Fell chuckled and followed his counterpart, hands in his jacket pockets. The sun was warm and settling into his bones, and the smell of flowers was calming him. Swap was at the top of a hill up ahead, looking down at the fields. Fell caught up with him and sat on the grass. Swap smiled and sat next to him, pulling a blanket from the basket somehow. Eh, it was a dream. Don't question it.

Swap set the blanket down and beckoned his lover, smiling. Fell sat next to him.

It was still for a while, the two holding hands and looking at clouds, smiling and happy. It was serene. Fell closed his eyes and drifted off, happy.

But things can't be nice forever. When he woke up, Swap was gone. Worse, the flower crown was torn and on the ground. Fell sat up, shaking. A cold sweat broke out over his bones. Shit shit shit… Rain. A thunderstorm no less. This wasn't cool.

Wake up wake up c'mon Fell wake up… Standing, the skeleton looked around. Something lay at the bottom of the hill. Blood covered. Taking a few steps forwards, Fell broke into a run, the rain making the ground slick. Sliding and falling the rest of the way, he reached the body, covered in mud. Swap's body was limp, his arms covering his head. Blood trickled from his skull, a large crack in the middle. The tears started coming. And they wouldn't stop.

A bone, right through the soul. A bone was going right into his fucking chest. The body started to crumble, dust mixing with rain to make a sickening paste that coated the ground. Sobbing, Fell's head hung, red tears mixing with the ashes all around him. This was a sick joke. It had to be. Oh god this was a dream right? It had to be a dream! I had to be…

"Fuck!" Fell bolted upright. His body was covered in sweat, and it was dripping off his bones and into the bed. His pupil blazed red, his soul was thudding loudly. Next to him the bed was still occupied by the smaller skeleton, eyes closed and breathing deep and slow. He swung his legs out of the bed and slowly stood, leaving the blanket over his lover.

He shuffled into his slippers and shimmied his jacket on. Slowly he went to the kitchen and reached to the top shelf. It was still there. Gripping the small, rectangular object, he pushed it into his pocket and went out back, where his falling apart porch was. Dropping onto the steps, he pulled a tin can from the bottom of the rotting wooden step and set it next to him.

Looking up at the moon, he stared. It was full and bright, with stars all around it. The glow was amazing, especially compared to the city, where the light pollution covered most of it up. He smiled, pulling the small package from his pocket and opening it. He picked his lighter up out of the can and pulled a cigarette from the pack.

He didn't want to, but it was one of his only escapes. Lighting it, he placed the small cylinder between his teeth. Smoke curled in the sky, wrapping around the air like a lethal vine, gripping at anything living and infecting it. He breathed out, smoke curling around his fingers as he reached up as if trying to grasp the remnants of his dream, but like the smoke leaving his body he was already forgetting.

Taking the cigarette out, he flicked the ash into the can and put it back. In. Out. Curl. Flick. Repeat. Systematic, orderly, easy. Breath in the smoke, clear out the dreams. That's just how he worked. That's how he always had, back in Underfell. Chain Smoking, binge drinking, loud music… he didn't want to remember, so he made himself forget. There were plenty of ways he cleansed his body of dreams… of memories. If only for a short while.

Fell looked at the sky, with a thin, swirly grey mess above him. It was beautiful. He reached the end of his cigarette and pulled out another one. Light, breath, blow, flick, forget. He sat there, smoke curling around him until the sun began to rise. Standing, he put the can back under the house and stood, cracking his back. He shoved the pack, half empty, back into the cupboard, and walked back to his room.

He peered inside. Swap was laying with a pillow in a death grip. The sun filtering through the plastic blinds came down in slits on the room, making everything glow orange. Swap looked beautiful, eyes closed and gripping the pillow with both his arms and legs.

Moving from the door, Fell went to the kitchen and started making some coffee. He didn't need anymore sleep. The smell quickly overtook the house and make Fell relax even more than he already was. Smiling, he poured a cup of the deep black liquid. Sipping the burning tonic, he let out a deep breath and stared at the ceiling.

Something shuffling in the hallway averted his attention and he turned to his lover with a smile. Swap stood in a wrinkled t-shirt and pants, his boots and armour missing. Setting his coffee down, Fell walked over and pulled Swap into a hug, skele-kissing his forehead. "Hello, my little bean."

Hugging him back, Swap mumbled a good morning back and split. "You smell like Papy…" eyes drooping, Swap scooted to the fridge and took out his milk, pouring a glass and drinking it. He seemed to think for a moment, watching Fell sweat before sighing. "You were smoking again weren't you?"

Fell's shoulders sagged and he looked away from the other. He was ashamed. Of his old habit, no, but of disappointing the one trying to get him to quit. Even if it helped him forget, he wanted to make Swap happy instead of angry or sad.

"Babe…" Swap set his cup next to Fell's and walked over, taking his hands in the others. "Look at me." Fell obliged, seeing those wide, trusting eyes make him shake a little. Just a little.

"I'm not mad… I'm not upset with you either. I just want you to quit. This isn't good for you! Even skeletons have health…" He ran his phalanges over Fell's smiling.

Fell smiled back and leaned in to kiss Swap, their teeth meeting in a calming sort of gesture. Swap moved his hands from the other's hands and moved them to his hips, leaning in a little closer and tilting his head. The two made eye contact, and Fell noted the furious blue on Swap's face. He was sure his own looked like a stop light, even if in his head he was screaming the exact opposite

His own hands found themselves wrapping around Swap's torso, under his arms. As the two leaned in closer to the other, Fell felt his magic form a tongue, and looking at swap he could tell the other had as well.

Trying his hardest to keep some constraint, he waited for Swap to make the first move, but before they got to anything the doorbell rang as if to stop them. Breaking apart, the two skeletons broke apart before smiling a little and looking at the door.

Anyone could be behind that peeling paint, Galaxy or Papyrus… Fell started sweating bullets, his breath growing shaky. Swap seemed to be staring at him, looking concerned at afraid. "I- I'll get it.." Fell took slow, lead heavy steps to the door, opening it to, thankfully, reveal UnderSwap's Papyrus and not someone else. He was leaning on the doorframe, a cigarette between his teeth.

"Hey…" He looked pointedly down at Fell's chin. Wiping the drool off with his sleeve, the shorter skeleton grew flushed.

"I- H- hello Papyrus… W- what do you need exactly?" Fell attempted to shrink even further into his jacket, but to no avail. He was struggling to keep his cool.

"I'm here to talk to you and Sa- Swap…" Papyrus looked around Fell too see if his brother was in sight.

Swap poked his head around the corner leading into the front hall, red saliva on his mandible and a pouty expression on his face. "Fe-ell what's taaaaking soo looong?" He dragged on each vowel. Noticing Papyrus, the short male flushed blue and wiped off his face with his gloves. He smiled and walked over to stand behind his lover. "O- Oh! Hi Papy! What cha doing?"

There was an awkward silence while Papyrus finished his cigarette. Tossing the butt on the ground, the tall skeleton pushed past Fell and around his little brother. Sitting on the edgy man's couch, he peered at the both of them as they stood in the living room, Fell glaring at him for inviting himself in.

"Someone attacked Swap yesterday. Word travels fast 'round here. Fell, I thought we had an agreement."

Papyrus leaned forwards and stared at Fell, whom had begun to sweat and shift anxiously. He had promised to not let anyone hurt Swap, and look where he was now. He peeked over at his boyfriend to see him looking around questioningly.

"W- we did… b- but I can't control everyone…" He shoved his hands into his pockets and fiddled with the fuzz inside them, looking at the shabby grey carpet in front of him with interest. He didn't want to look up and make eye contact with either of them, although he knew it was inevitable.

Papyrus seemed to nod in understanding, although Fell couldn't tell with his head bowed down and staring at the carpet. Sweat fell from the back of his cranium and down his vertebrae, slipping onto the coat hood. He was shifting from side to side, almost beginning to shake a little.

Swap put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, as if trying to reassure him or calm him down. It seemed to work as his shoulders sagged a bit.

Papyrus continued talking, "Anyways, I came here to give you a bit of advice. I'm going to… set those two straight, but I want you two to take a lil' break while I do, escape all the chaos." He stood up. "Go down to the beach, maybe rent out a hotel. I'll text you when I get this whole thing straightened out."

Swap smiled. "Ooh a vacation would be so fun! We can go to the beach and collect shells, or maybe…" the small skeletons eye socket lights grew wide and blue as he began to ramble on about fun beach activities, while Fell looked up at Papyrus. Who was this guy, with his know-it-all attitude and calm demeanor? Why wasn't HIS Paps like this? The two made eye contact, Fell trying to shrink into his coat, as the taller male smiled at him, although it looked a little strained. Fell mouthed an I'm sorry as he watched the other leave with a wave.

"Byeeee Papy!" Swap waved his brother away and Fell turned to look back at the alternate version of himself. He let out a shaky sigh and moved to the couch, sinking down and trying to relax. His bones really got rattled by that encounter. He chuckled a little at the pun, he hadn't made one in a while, and stared at the wall.

"...real quick." Fell looked back up apologetically. He seemed to do the staring off into space thing quite a bit.

"W- What was that?"

"I'm gonna take a shower real quick!" Swap flounced out of the room, skip in his step, leaving Fell on the couch to have his own thoughts. For example his lover being attacked. Twice. He couldn't handle it if Swap had gotten seriously hurt again, or maybe even killed. If he lost the love of his life… well he's probably kill himself.

He'd entertained the idea before, death. He'd even gotten close to doing it, but Fell had always had Swap or someone else to look after him, like Grillby or Napstablook, who were the best monsters he knew from his universe, and Napstablook was still kind of a dick.

But now he had Swap, someone to calm him down and show him he was going to be okay. If this one died on him, he'd for sure lose it. So the thought of Galaxy or Papyrus was putting him on edge. He wasn't ready for this. Everything was moving at the speed of light. He loved Swap, yes, with all his heart, but he wasn't ready to deal with all this shit from his peers for it. He hated it all so much!

Not to mention that he still cared to much as well. He cared about how people saw him still, and he was bothered by how he made others feel as well. He didn't want to make anyone mad or sad because they could use that emotion to kill him, or at least scare him into submission.

He wasn't ready to go outside, to tell anyone he was gay, or that he had a mental illness, or that he fucking cared about something.

Fell wasn't ready for the rest of his life. He just wanted to get it over with. He hated living, hated all the pain it caused, hated all the fury he was forced to feel for his friends and family. He hated everything but Swap. Swap was his last hope, last reason to live. If Swap were to die he'd lose that final real grasp on reality. He was just… an empty shell, clinging to whatever could ground him, and currently that thing was Swap.

But look at the pain he's caused the one he loved! Look at all the hurt that was forced on the other skeleton just so he, this worthless piece of shit with no real goals or right to live, could be happy. He didn't even deserve to be happy… or that's what everyone else from his home told him. He was ready to die at any time. Maybe he should just…

Fell at this point was curled into a small, fetal ball on the couch, shaking and hiding in his jacket. He was sweating bullets, and the words from his head were swimming around up in his mind and assaulting him everytime he closed his eyes. Tears were falling onto the couch but Fell couldn't feel them, as he was so numb from the hurt, the sadness that he was forcing himself to listen too. He was pathetic. He deserved this.

Hands reached out in front of him, the sharp toothed skeleton summoned his soul, a faded, chipped piece of nothing that's color was so far gone that he wasn't even seeing the red, just a dull pink. He ran a finger over one of the cracks, a jolt of pain racking through his body. He was so desensitized to it at this point, so used to it, that this was nothing but routine to him. He could do it in his sleep… he has done it in his sleep.

Pressing harder, he went over another. He had forgotten everything, from Swap in the shower to his own name, all he could remember was the fact that he was nothing but a pathetic pile of shit. And that he wanted to die. Again. Swipe, shake. He pressed harder, eyes squinting in frustration. He was shaking as he pressed so hard on one of the cracks that it grew bigger and spread, filling his body with a painful jolt. He was so done with it. More pressure, more pain, more cracks.

Tears formed a puddle around his head now, he was so useless, so in pain that he didn't deserve to cry. The soul in his hand became light and turned a faded blue before it was jerked away. Unaware of what was happening, the words being yelled at him and the voices rushing in his mind almost went in one side and out the other. Until he realized it was Swap. He snapped out of his trance and began crying harder, hot pink tears sliding down and falling onto his lap. Swap kneeled before him and stared before taking the other into his arms and rubbing his back.

"Baby, baby, baby… You were so close…" Swap was shaking, and Fell raised his limp arms from the couch to wrap them around his lover, trying to tie himself to this feeling, this feeling of love and devotion.

He had almost killed himself. Holy fucking shit. He squeezed tighter around Swap's back, body racked with sobs, as he let himself pour onto the other's body and let go of every feeling he had just tried to suppress by death.

"Oh my god… I- I-" Hiccup after hiccup swallowed his voice and forced it down, making him close his mouth and just hold on, just try to keep himself together. Swap pushed him back and pulled the floating soul in front of him.

Fell stared numbly at the grey, cracked surface. He had been so close to death, walking the thin line between life. He had almost murdered himself… Swap's fingers glowed blue as he moved his hands around it in an attempt to heal it. A little bit of the color seemed to return, although it was definitely dimmer than it was before the attempt. Fell felt his body relaxing and winding down as he watched his boyfriend work.

Swap pushed the soul back into his chest and looked up, eyes full of tears and pain. "Don't you ever do that again. Ever."

A/N: WELL THIS WAS A CHAPTER THAT ABOUT 60% OF IT WAS WRITTEN AT 10 PM HA HA HA

I WAS IN A MOOD

SOME STUFF IRL HAPPENED

PLEASE JUST TAKE THIS

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