Skytale

by Gelasia Kidd

The Acrobaleno curse is not a curse anymore. A week before Nono seals his flames, four year old Tsuna is swept away by a pillar of flame. With nothing but his clothes, a new orange pacifier, and his Hope and Dreams, the now toddler sized Tsuna is taking magic home. DETERMINATION has nothing on Dying Will. (M only for possible cursing as far as I know)

4. Chapter 4

The Punster skeleton Sans had been tired of this for a long time, and waking upon another reset he slumped in his bed. The kid was falling soon. Was it gonna hurt everyone? Would it help them only to rip it away in another reset?

But a shudder went down his spine as he felt the timelines crack. He could almost see the light filling up the void. He saw the curse of Gaster fade away. Something was different, and he didn't know if it was horribly wrong, or horribly right.

But the geas to follow the painful, stringent script of the beginning was gone. He shot up in a flash, already dressed in his forever wrinkled clothes, bursting past the door as a startled Papyrus jumped backwards, chef hat toppling off as his eyes flared wide in their sockets.

Sans forced himself to slow. "sorry paps, i didn't mean to scare you," Sans said, calming his racing Soul.

Papyrus put the spatula down from its raised position, taking in the glowing in Sans eyes. Something was very not okay but he could read Sans enough to know this wasn't the time.

"ITS OKAY SANS" Papyrus opened his jaw in a good mockery of humor. "ITS GOOD TO SEE YOU READY TO WORK SO EARLY . . . ! NYEH HEH HEH ! ! DID THE GREAT PAPYRUS INSPIRE YOU TO WORK HARD ? ? "

"heh, yep. by the way, be careful with that scalpula, you dont want to break it, or lunch will be im-pasta-ble," Sans said, his eyes half mast, although still glowing. "i'll see you scorchly," he said, as the burning smell of spaghetti pancakes hit his senses.

"OH MY GOD SANS THE PANCAKES WHY ! ! ! ! " Papyrus cried, running off, thoroughly distracted.

Sans slumped, relieved, as he took a shortcut to the Ruins. He stepped out of the corridor, his blue magic at the ready for whatever he was presented. But it quickly faded at the sight splashed across his eyes.

There was no Flowey, there was no Frisk, there wasn't even the expected, by now, sight of Chara. There was only Asriel, wiping his tears away with a giant smile on his face and his hand holding a little child, a novelty, a little boy, with a sweatshirt much like his, white with orange sleeves and 27 in a patch on the chest, being tugged behind Asriel.

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