Where is my "how to raise a babybone for dummies" book again ? [REWRITTEN]

by NtBob

Summary:

It was cold, so cold, too cold.

You were draining, slowly, as an orange whose juice would be taken....

the warm juice, the warm and red juice. Leaking, through a dam's rift.

You felt like an empty Shell, empty of what it contained, empty, too empty.

You couldn't see anymore, couldn't hear anymore, couldn't feel anymore.

You were surrounded by emptiness. An emptiness that took everything, and nothing at once. Then, Came the light.

and you were no longer… empty.

- - -

Or when a reader who got no memory except for Undertale and common sense, wakes up as the most mysterious skeleton of the bunch ; W.D. Gaster

It's way before Frisk fell underground, but after the Asriel/Chara incident.

(ALSO REWRITTEN FIC, I released it back in 2019, then deleted my account, all fanfics with it, decided TO WRITE THEM BACK CAUSE I LOVED THEM)

Chapter 1: Wanna hear a joke about memory? ... Sorry, I forgot.

A simple white wall welcomed you, as if mocking you. You just happened to have run away from a place, which you preferred not coming back to, a place that you don't even remember, your memory was empty, as if a void had taken what was left of the insides of your brain. 

 

And at the moment. you had no idea of where you currently stood. You stared at this wall in front of you, longer than you would usually. Watching it as if it contained the answers of all your questions and dualities. You then tried to remember, remember who you were.

 

You were.. you were- you were a human.

 

Yes, a human but.... that was all you knew.

 

Not a name, not an age, not a face, not acquaintances.

 

Well One thing was still here though, a strange thing. A thing that was akin to a hobby.

 

It comforted you, it made you think that at least one thing of you was still here.

 

That thing ? Undertale.

 

A game, a world, a multiverse.

You clung to the only thing you knew. And started thinking about it deeply. 

 

Remembering each detail, each sound, each image, each being.

 

The stories, the events, the informations. Everything was here, and you promised yourself, that you would never, EVER let them go, like the rest of your memories.

 

After making sure you got everything cleaned and neat in your head. You finally allowed yourself to look around, you were in a room that looked a little bit like a lab, clean and tidy at the same time, the walls and floor were nickel, same for the furnitures, not a speck of dust was dragging on anything, and the floor was so clean that it shined like a mirror.

 

But it was the only thing that help you guess this place wasn’t a dump or abandoned, for thousands of crumpled sheets and plans strewn with writings of drawings and calculations bloomed on all possible and imaginable surfaces.

 

During your observation, you noticed that you were actually sitting on a chair, in front of a desk just as full of papers as the rest of the room. But there was, one thing in particular that caught your eye; a book. A simple little black book, lying in the middle of the office, above a pack of particularly disordered sheets.

Filled with curiosity, you leaned slightly and reached out to the journal. It was then that you noticed something that had escaped you by observing the room.

 

You.

 

It was simple, for a while you’d forgotten yourself, and looking at the appendix that seemed to be yours, you realized it probably wasn’t supposed to look like this.

Your hand was pale, so pale that it seemed white, with a huge hole in the middle of the palm, A hole so big you could see through it.

The more you looked at the little details of that hand, the more you saw things that were probably not supposed to be normal, yes because your hand was made of bone. Deformed, abnormal bones, you were sure that a bone hand wasn’t supposed to have that kind of shape, the shape of a full flesh hand. But it was. 

 

Shocked, you brought them up to your head, and began squeezing and touching your face slightly. And you directly understood that, like your hands, your face had gone under changes that also felt utterly wrong.

 

The surface of it was tough, very tough, but a little elastic, still far less than the human skin, there were also "holes" in your face, lots of holes to be honest. Two of them stood where your eyes should have been, one rounder than the other, both with cracks leading to two different directions.

 

One of the cracks led to another hole, which ran along the edge of your mouth.

And that was it, your face was made up of holes.

 

How? Why? And what the fuck? 

 

You didn’t have the answers.

 

But you decided to ignore it for now, and focus on the paper.

 

Panicking, you decided, was not going to solve anything.

 

You didn’t know if that logical conclusion came from you, or anyone else, because you were sure you wouldn’t have reacted like that normally.

Opening the book to a random page you started to read, the scriptures were... strange, probably not the normal alphabet, but for some reason, you understood it.

 

"XX/XX/XXXX: The war will soon be lost, the king is dead, the monster race has hidden under Mount Ebott for now, we all hope not to be found. I haven’t seen any other skeleton monsters yet, I hope Seagram survived, I could not forgive myself if she hadn’t made it."

Monsters? Wars? Like in.. Undertale? No, it would be too... convenient.

 

"XX/XX/XXXX: We stayed here for 3 weeks, we are short of rations, Asgore has taken the place of his father, I hope that the power will not weigh too heavily on his young shoulders, especially in this situation... There’s still no sign of Seagram, no one’s seen her, I’m really starting to worry..."

Asgore? No, no, no, it’s not...it’s not possible. It must be some fanfiction someone was working on, yeah, there’s no other way.. 

 

"XX/XX/XXXX : I have news about Seagram, she was actually on the surface picking up supplies under the command of Battalion Chief Gerson, she’s supposed to be back soon, I can’t wait to see her again, I hope she comes back unhindered, well, for now the orders are to stay quiet and run away from the humans so there shouldn’t be any problems... right?"

Gerson.. Okay, it’s obviously a fanfiction, but who on earth was Seagram....? And why on earth would he jinx her like this..?! 

 

"XX/XX/XXXX: as the Royal scientist I began to look forward a way for us to be self-sufficient and bring light into The Underground. That’s what Asgore called our hiding place, "Underground", since we are under the ground. he never had the flair to name things, it’s almost appalling. If he ever has children, I hope his partner will name them, otherwise I pity the poor souls."

Did he wrote "Royal scientist" ?

 

"XX/XX/XXXX: Seagram's Battalion is still not back, it’s worrisome, Asgore told me not to worry, but I can I want

I can’t seem t-

Please Seagram, be alive."

Many erasures on this page.....

 

"XX/XX/XXXX: Seagram's Battalion came back, but Seagram, she she did not, Seagram’s dust has been returned to me, her battalion was ambushed by humans, they know where we’re hiding now, it’s too late to evacuate one last time, the monster race has no hope. It's the end"

Shit... poor guy. poor monsters. humans can really be garbage.. but Seagram... wouldn’t that be the name of a font?

 

"XX/XX/XXXX: We have been underground for centuries, Asgore has found a wife, and had a son, Asriel is his name, a sweet little thing... I sometimes see him hiding behind his mother’s legs, the child is quite shy. Other than that, I found a way to counter the famine that hit the Underground at the beginning of our lock-up here. Yes, because the human magi, instead of annihilating us, decided that locking us up would be a good idea. Like what, they thought the Monster Race wasn’t even worth the time an eradication could bring. I am not complaining, of course, I will take advantage of their stupidity to make them regret this choice. I will find a way to break the barrier and I will exterminate each of these little vermin one by one. They took Seagram from me, took my family, and made me the last of my kind. It is their turn to suffer."

Last of his kind? He talked about skeleton monsters earlier, and being the royal scientist... could he be…

 

"XX/XX/XXXX: A human has fallen underground, Asgore and Toriel have taken them under their wings, I do not trust them, their soul is pure determination, they have no LoVe yet and are only a child. But after what their people did to us, did to me, I think I’ll never be able to trust any human again, the other monsters call them the angel and think they’re gonna get us out of this lousy trap, I don’t believe it. But I’m not going to do anything about it right now, even though at the slightest slip-up, that child is dead."

It must have been Chara. 

 

"XX/XX/XXXX: Asriel and the human are dead, Toriel has divorced and fled, and Asgore has revived the war against humans again. I guess he could find reason at once. From now on every human who falls underground will find themself hunted for their soul. Asgore gave me the mission to find a way to break the barrier otherwise, I already have some ideas"

So fast!? It almost seems like he doesn’t care... or maybe he’s just very apathetic…

 

"XX/XX/XXXX: Experiment number one is going pretty well, I took a part of myself and the determination of the human, the soul is stable, and continues to grow, I’m waiting to see what happens next."

Wait, parts of him? What did that mean?

 

"XX/XX/XXXX: The soul continues to grow, a body has formed, but it seems that what I put was insufficient, n°1 could result in a failure."

What... what would be a failure exactly?

 

"XX/XX/XXXX: n°1 finally came out, it’s growing slowly, its size is at least below average, and its stats are almost nonexistent, on the other hand it seems to have more awareness of its environment and has already presented signs of a rather high intelligence. I’ll keep it around for now."

Is the guy sure he has the right to do that? It sounds a little bit more than illegal…

 

"XX/XX/XXXX: I decided to use Seagram dust for experiment n°2, the remains of a whole body should surely allow better developpement. I’m sure Seagram would have understood, I’m doing all this for her, after all, and she always wanted children."

Okay, this guy clearly lost it. Using his.. I suppose WIFE deceased corpse to make a sort of EPROUVETTE BABY. what.

 

"XX/XX/XXXX: n°2 is forming well, but unfortunately, I have not succeeded in making up for the DT, and it has almost disappeared from the soul, For this to work, I’d have to find the perfect dosage, but I doubt Asgore would let me use the dust of other monster citizen, it’s too bad, I was on a breakthrough. I stopped the growth of n°2, it’s useless to me now. Unfortunately it is too late for n°1, but it will not be a problem, it is already quite independent, I would not have to take care of it"

 

Well, luckily he stopped there, you were glad that nothing happened to "number 1". Turning the page, you realized, that all that was left were blank pages. Ok, so the fanfiction was pretty interesting, but you were still wondering who the writer was.

You then opened the book on the very first page, and it struck you.

 

"Property of W.D. Gaster"

 

Skeletal hands with holes, cracks in the face.

 

"If found, please take it back to the Lab."

 

The fact that you could read that strange font that was, now that you realized, Wingdings. 

 

"Doc? Are you okay?"

 

And like the little skeleton that just walked into the room. 

 

"do not read or open"

 

That little book in front of you, wasn’t fiction. 

 

"under penalty of severe punishment"

 

Because you WERE W.D. Gaster. 

Chapter 2: Isn't it just Sans-ational ?

Summary:

Reader is internally panicking

You were staring at the little skeleton in the room, if he hadn’t spoken up, you probably wouldn’t have noticed him.

 

He was small, oh so small, and frail. Walking around in what must have been such a huge lab coat for such a small body.

"Doctor?"

Ah yes, it's true, he did talk to you.

 

And now you couldn't ignore it. Neither him nor the situation ;

 

You were W. D. Gaster, a skeleton, a royal scientist, and obviously creator of two skeleton children born of dust and pure determinations.

For the stars’s sake... what have you done?

 

You were just a glorified doctor Frankenstein...

 

Why did the consequences have to come down on you?

 

"Doctor...?"

 

Ah he was closer now... right in front of you, looking at you with worried orbits... orbits, not eyes.. because he was... it was a skeleton. A skeleton, speaking, walking, LIVING.

 

ALL THINGS A SKELETON SHOULD NOT BE CAPABLE OF-

You were going crazy..

 

You were crazy.. Right? All.. All that shit there, it was not possible..

Yeah, that's not possible.

Maybe, maybe.. you had a concussion due to head trauma, which would explain the memory loss, and then your mind remembering only Undertale, placed you in this kind of simulation of a non-existent world to avoid just being unconscious? 

 

Yes, yes, yes, it made sense. It was logical

Way more logical than FUCKING TALKING SKELETONS-

 

breathing, calm down, 1 2.1 2

 

Wait, but how can you even breathe? You’re a goddamn SKELETON!

How was that possible?! WHERE IS THE LOGIC?! THE SCIENCE?!

 

Yeah, that was it, you were dead and the logic with you, so now you’re a fucking fictional skeleton, and you better go with it if you don’t want to end up looking like a freak.

 

But wait, if you were W.D. Gaster, that meant you had magic?! How were you supposed to use it?! You had no idea, and being the Royal Scientist?! Certe you weren’t stupid but you didn’t have any doctorates! at least you thought, how were you going to do that?

 

"Are you ok?"

 

Oh yes, the child, your creation. He seemed really worried, but he didn’t get too close to you, as if he was keeping a security measure. Oh the stars, what did Gaster do to that poor skeleboy?

 

"Tell me N°1."

 

Your voice, your voice was.. wow, it was so. indescribable. Strange, fuzzy, like underwater... it was really… out of this world. Or well in this world now, since YOU were in this world NOW. 

 

Meanwhile N°1 had straightened himself up, waiting nervously for what the doctor was going to say. The doctor did not speak much to him usually, almost never, except to tell him not to disturb him. And to walk away, and stop making noise, or stuff like that…

 

"Would you like a name?"

 

You totally improvised here, you had no idea what to say, so you pulled this out of your nonexistent ass, like a panicked seagull.

Meanwhile N°1 was confused, a name.. a name. a name?

 

"I already have one, I’m N°1."

 

Oh yes, yes, that was true. For a child locked up from the world, that might as well be a name, so you decided to dig your memory, and your acting talent just as nonexistent as your ass to find something to say.

 

"I’ll tell you what N°1, can you read?"

 

The smallest skeleton nodded, unsure of himself.

 

"And writing N°1, can you do that?"

 

He nodded his skull again, looking at you with doubt. Where did you go with that? After all, it was you who taught him, you should know that, right? 

 

Before he could ask himself any more questions, you beckoned him to approach you, and with hesitation he did so, tiptoeing his feet, as if the ground was made of sharp glasses, or the hottest lava in the world.

 

When he got close enough, you grabbed him and put him on your lap, which seemed to make him panic for a moment.

 

"See N°1, skeleton monsters are named after police fonts. For example, I’m W.D. Gaster, and my font is WingDings."

 

The little skeleton bent his head back to look at you with doubt.

 

"A police force?"

 

Ah.. Maybe we should start with the basics.

 

"no, a police, a writing font, that’s what a special way of writing a few letters is called, there are for example, Arial, Monospace, Didot, Arabella and many others. We class them thanks to their peculiarities under multiple names, exemple : fonts with squarish serifs are called Egyptiénne through the Thibeaudeau classification, it gets even more specific with the Vox-atypi classification but-… That’s a lesson for another day.."

 

You stopped your rambling as you saw the younger skeleton on your lapse becoming slowly more and more out of focus by the end of it. 

 

The smallest then looked at you with hope in the eyes, uh.. orbits. Yeah. Orbits, still weird..

"...and I have one?"

 

Ohmygoshsocute-

 

"Indeed."

 

Then he took an expression filled with determination, and looked at you as if you had the answers to all the questions of the universe, which, well, for that little child who knew nothing, would surely be true.

 

"How do I get to know it?"

 

You laugh a little bit at that, children are always so impatient, and adorable, and, oh stars, you just wanted to pull the cheeks of that little skeleton, until it turned red, or blue, or whatever color would be his blood, if…. He even had blood. 

 

You looked around, and saw a blank sheet of paper on a table away from you, it was too far away for you to grab with your arms, but now that you had the little skeleton on your knees, you couldn’t just bring him down, it would be too much efforts, and-

 

And before you could go too far in your reflection of the pros and cons of going to get this paper, a skeletal hand appeared next to it before bringing it back to you.

Well, that settled the question of using magic… you suppose.

 

Another hand appeared and grabbed a pen on the desk, and gave it to the small skeleton that looked at the event with big orbits, his eye lights were close to turning into stars. 

 

"How did you do that?"

 

He turned to you again, curiosity and almost touching excitement drawning his entire face, it made you feel like an amazing Christmas gift. Or a paid clown for a birthday party. You preferred the clown option, at least you would have got paid. 

 

"Magiiic~"

 

He groaned, frowning the eyebrows, and crossing his arms. You only laughed at it. Then he grabbed the paper and the pen, looking at you with expectation. 

 

"and now?"

 

He was so eager to know his police, he tried hard not to show it, but it was impossible not to see it. Depending on the dates marked on the little black book he should be about 3 or 4 years old, he had a very good speech however…

 

"Doctor?"

 

Oh my, you need to stop getting lost in your thoughts like this, because right now you have a babybone to take care of.

 

"Now, you’re gonna write all the letters and numbers you know, and then I’m gonna tell you what kind of font it is, then it’s gonna be your name."

 

His expression of doubt has once again been replaced by determination, while you slightly approached your chair to the office table so that he could easily attain it. Grabbing the pen, he began to work thoroughly on the piece of paper.

 

When you were trying to see what he was doing, he leaned even further forward, hiding the sheet with his arms, heh, maybe he wanted to surprise you, it was adorable to say the least. You resisted strongly against making unflattering baby noises, complimenting this child who was far too cute for his own good…

 

"Doctor!! I’m done!"

 

He grabbed the paper and handed it to you proudly, happiness was almost palpable in his expression, even though some doubt and distrust was still hidden in it, as if he thought you could take his work and shred it to pieces in an instant. Instead, you took it gently from his hands, before slowly checking each letter.

 

You knew the old you would never know the difference between the fonts, but like the hand that appeared out of nowhere, you knew what that writing was.

 

It seems this body had a memory that belonged to it, you hoped it would be enough to live here easily.

 

"Comic Sans Serif"

 

The smallest skeleton looked at you for a few minutes, so you clarified. 

 

"That's your name."

 

The smile of pure joy he gave you could have made you melt on the spot, he took the sheet of paper gently, almost ceremoniously and pressed it against his chest, as if it was the most precious thing in the world, which in fact was, for this little one who had nothing other than a name.

 

"My name..."

 

Notes:

If you have any questions here's my Tumblr (forgot to add it last time)

https://www.tumblr.com/notbobuu?source=share

Hope you liked the second chapter!!

Chapter 3: Kids thesis days…

Summary:

Reader explores, and find something... or someone ?

The days after you turned into a fictional skeleton, you checked around you and explored the lab. You didn't go outside yet, because you were way too afraid to run into someone who knew Gaster, and make a big fool of yourself by.. well not being Gaster-y enough.

 

That’s why deep down inside of you, you were hoping that Gaster was the antisocial hermit that most of the fanfiction you read seemed to portray him as... well, most, except for the Gaster/Grillby ones. 

 

Oh star, you hoped you weren't in one of those… FAKING ROMANCE WOULD BE A DISASTER. For you and all the other people included, YOU WOULD FEEL LIKE AN ASSHOLE. 

 

Luckily you were a skeleton and didn’t need to eat much, which helped you not having to go out in search of food, for now. Otherwise you’d be on the floor already trying to lick it out of hunger, seeing if it didn’t taste like salt. 

But the fact that you could survive without eating didn’t mean that Sans could, after all, he was just a child, maybe that would restrain his growth in a bad way…

 

Speaking of Sans, you’ve had brief interactions with him over the past few days, but it was mostly about him watching you from a hiding place, like behind a piece of furniture or a wall, you, noticing him, saying hello, and him, running as fast as his little skeletal legs could carry him, while panicking about getting caught.

 

It just made you laugh, kids are so adorable.

And now you were.. a father? sort of. At least you thought.

Anyway, back to exploration, you could always leave the food problem to future you!

You decided to go on an adventure!

 

So you checked every room, every hallway, and every piece of furniture, reading every book, every paper, and every newspaper you could understand.

Some days passed while you had good moments spending your energy satisfying your curiosity, although some stuff  you found has made your skin crawl, even if...

 

You ran out of skin! hehehe skeletal jokes, you should write that one down.

 

For example, during one of your "searches" you entered a room, and your attention was immediately drawn to a gray, old, slightly pierced, and covered with dust, drape.

Removing the tissue with some difficulty you looked at what was underneath and you saw...

A machine, it seemed a little bit decomposed, as if not finished, aside from that it looked quite normal.

But looking was not all, and this machine was surely not ordinary; it triggered all your instincts to "flee" or "fight" in the worst way possible.

 

A bad feeling ensued, and you could almost touch the tension in the air.

Becoming more and more uncomfortable, you decided to quickly put the sheet back on, then you rushed out, and you locked the door.

You didn’t know why your instincts told you to run away from this place, and you decided you didn’t want to know.

 

After that, you never went inside this room again.

 

Anyway, today you were going to take a walk in a brand new part of the lab, you were so eager to discover more things, and re-fill your memory with new souvenirs!

Having almost nothing to know or learned was a real hell, and you hated having a non-existent brain completely empty of anything.

It's like... you know there should be something but…

 

Huuuh…

 

You were wondering if that’s how people felt when they woke up from head trauma and found out they didn’t remember anything.

Anyway, if you were gonna live here, you should at least know what "here" was, right?

 

That's how you finished in a poorly lit, clearly abandoned hallway which was looking terribly like the setting of a horror movie.

And even if you tried to comfort yourself that as a living, eating, breathing skeleton, you would surely be a lot scarier than any Jack the Ripper, Jack Torrance, or any other murderous serial killer Jacks, you couldn’t help but let your inner-self tremble with terror.

 

It wouldn’t surprise you if at any time a guy in a hockey mask decided to jump on you with a machete.

 

You were really wondering why Gaster had a library full of '80s horror movies and serial murder reports in his lab...

No, actually, you were wondering why there were so many in the underground in the first place? Were some people so scared of these records that they would throw them in the river to get rid of them once and for all, out of superstition?

 

Meh, you would not judge them, 'cause you would surely have done the same thing, Although you would have preferred to crush them rather than throw them in a natural place. Green until the end, right?

 

Anyway, you were coming down the hall, and in front of you was a door.

Simple door, really simple door, but was what behind it that simple?

 

That’s what you were going to find out!

 

Opening it slowly, leaving it creaking, you entered the dusty old room.

You were about to look for a switch on the walls to turn on the light, when you realized you didn’t need it.

 

The room was already lit by itself.

 

Looking for the source of the light you saw a large cylindrical shape at the end of the room, covered with a white sheet, it shone of a calm light green, almost soothing.

Slowly getting closer, you finally came in front of it, and you, once again, removed the drape that covered what you now knew to be a tube filled to the brim with a brilliant liquid.

 

And like an insect facing a light bulb, you found yourself hypnotized by what was floating inside.

 

It was the size of a barely born child, and it had the shape as well, lying weightlessly in a lateral safe position.

It was made of bone, all naked, with wide open sockets, looking at you, and a small round skull followed by a long, but adorable, jaw for face.

You find yourself softened by the little floating shape, placing one hand on the glass that separated you from the child.

 

Looking down, you saw a small metal sign on the bottom of the tube with an inscription on it.

 

"experiment N°2"

 

And that’s when you decided,

 

That you absolutely hated all the abandoned scientific stuff lying under sheets, because what you had in front of you was definitely a little baby Papyrus floating in healing nutritional magic.

 

Damn Gaster and his fantasies, what were you supposed to do now?

 

-O0o0O-

 

He had been floating here for a long, long, long, long time so long that he could not even remember since when it started.

At first, there was always a shadow in front of him, he could not see it very well, but he knew it was someone.

 

He would come often, stay a long time, and not really leave.

He always seemed very happy to see him, or rather excited, as he grew older.

But one day, He began to come less and less, as disinterested by him.

His visits became increasingly rare.

 

Until He never came back.

 

Something had covered his already blurred vision, and prevented him from seeing.

So he waited, and waited, and waited, for that shadow to come back.

 

He refused to give up hope.

 

He was sure that one day He will arrive, he just needed to wait a little longer.

And finally, his hopes were rewarded, the thing that kept him from seeing was taken away, and a... a hand? Landed on what was keeping him locked up, and then he saw Him again.

The shadow!! The shadow had come back for him!!!

 

He was no longer alone.

Notes:

Next chapter will be in two or three weeks (I have finals right now and it's KILLINNNG MEEEEE) alsoooooo if you're wondering WHY would gaster have a collection of old horror movie VHS, it's just a little headcanon of mine that while Alphys enjoyed Animes, Gaster was a skele of creepy stuff, and liked to grumble about the victims being stupid for not using logic to escape the villains. (Also since in this story he hates humans we can think that he could of sorta find a sense of satisfaction in humans dying in a dumb way... Which is, now that I think about it, quite morbid, but Hey he was an asshole after all)

this chapter is short the next ones will be longer

I hoped you liked the chapter and also SAY HELLO TO BABY PAPYRUS

Chapter 4: Cod this be any punnier?

Summary:

Reader is in quest for food, but finds someone even more interesting than something enough to fill his non-existent stomach.

That was it, you couldn’t take it anymore, you had to eat, the endless corridors of this lab were starting to get on your nerves, and you felt like a caged hamster.

 

You didn’t eat what was inside the lab because you wanted to leave it for Sans.

You knew that without the threat of starvation you would never have gone outside, but Sans shouldn’t die because of your social skills....

 

Or rather the lack there off.

 

So, today, you were decided, no, you were determined to go out into the big wild outside world.

 

Yeah, maybe you were a little over-dramatic.

 

For the past few days you’ve been here, you’ve been looking closely at the food rations, seeing how many there was left.

 

To tell the truth there were mainly metal cans of something green and sticky, which strongly smelled healing magic.

You preferred staying away from it.

You still remember the first day you got here, you panicked about whether to feed Sans and how.

 

You had spent at least an hour on the matter before seeing him quietly pass by you, take one of the cans, and then leave as if nothing had happened.

The expression you had, would surely have made a reactional meme....

 

But now there were only three cans left, and you have to go out and get more food.

So you were standing in front of a sliding door, which you assumed was the opening of the lab, and you were standing in front of it, waiting.

 

" Come on! You can do it!"

 

You put one of your hands on the handle, turned it and then opened the door.

 

"For Sans!"

 

And then you find yourself in the warm outside of hotland.

You were really grateful to be a skeleton, because as a human, you would have melted down right there on the floor like a sad anxious poodle of flesh and bones.

The lava lakes around you didn’t give you confidence, and you just wanted to run back inside and barricade yourself in that reassuring place that was the lab.

 

"Do it for Sans!"

 

But you couldn’t, you had a kind-of-parent responsibility.

So you moved forward, and continued to move forward, even though the lava was really freaking you out and the deck made of wood above it was really TOO narrow.

 

You felt your skeletal legs tremble with terror.

 

"For Sans!"

 

Was what you were repeating in your head. You could not let yourself be influenced by your emotions, rationality was the best solution.

Finally you left the heat to find yourself in the humidity; you were in Waterfall.

Hahhhh, it was much better, much less scary, much less hot.

Then you remembered something....

 

Waterfall, water fall, w a t e r fall.

 

.......Skeletons can’t float.

 

Yep, the universe seemed to love watching you suffer.

 

Anyway, you will see the consequences of your actions later, first you have to look for food.

 

"For Sans!"

 

It was just a matter of not falling down... right?

Hehe~ it wouldn’t be that complicated, after all you weren’t a clumsy person!

 

At least you hoped.

 

As you walked you decided to think about your options; in Waterfall, if you remembered well, and if the time difference had not changed anything, there were two shops selling food; the one of Gerson, and that one in the Temmies village.

Temmie’s village was the closest, but really expensive, and… not really nutritious, while Gerson’s was farther but the prices were about fair…

 

So you assumed you had to go to Gerson’s.

 

But then you remembered that Gerson had participated in the war, and according to the little diary you had read, Seagram, Gaster’s supposed companion, had worked in the old turtle's battalion, and died under his command.

 

You had no doubt that Gaster probably had a history with Gerson because of that…

 

So you really DIDN'T want to go to his shop.

 

But Temmie’s village was still far too expensive...

Well you could always go further, like in snowdin, in the rabbit shop, if she’s actually old enough to have it…

 

At worst you could still go to Grillby’s, according to some theories, he would be a monster boss and would have been captain of the royal guard during the war.

But then, you could only hope that you weren’t in one of those worlds where Gaster and Grillby had some kind of love relationship.

 

You were starting to imagine what a child might look like between these two, heh maybe some kind of ghost rider wanna be.

 

That's could actually be hilar-

 

"!!!"

 

So absorbed in your ship-child thoughts, you didn’t realize you’d hit something in the tall grass.

 

It must have been a little monster since the "encounter" didn’t make you move an inch

The other monster, meanwhile, ended up lying on the floor.

 

"HEY! OLD MAN! CAN’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU WALK?"

 

You were a little hurt by those words, you were not old! Well Gaster was, but you, you.... To tell the truth you don't really know.

How old were you in your old life?

 

"HEY! I'M TALKING TO YOU!"

 

Your attention returned to the little monster, because of the tall grass you could not really see what they looked like, but their voice seemed young.

You then decided to lean forward to help them get up, that’s when you saw exactly thor appearance;

 

A blue anthropomorphic fish with long red hair.

 

In other baths (heh bath, fish), the child-size version of Undyne...

undyne....

 

Holy Shit! UNDYNE?!

 

"Why are you staring at me, old man?!"

 

Looks like old man’s your nickname now.

 

"For nothing, young one, for nothing, anyway, I’m really sorry I pushed you, are you no hurt?"

 

She seemed to be a little caught off guard by the change of subjects, but instead of being agitated she only smiled narckingly. 

 

"Don’t worry, Old Man! Nothing can hurt Undyne the Undying!"

 

Oh-ho, Wasn't it just adorable?

 

"I'm sure it does"

 

"Yeah, and one day I’ll be head of the royal guard! And then I will free us all by taking the souls of humans and give them to the King!"

 

Suddenly less adorable, I see.

 

"Oh yes, really?"

 

her smile grew even bigger, if it was possible, before she took a superhero pose.

 

"YEAH! And I will do everything to them like.. that! NGAAAAAAAAAH!"

 

To make an example, she took a big rock on the floor and german suplexed it in a professional way, we could see that she put all her soul into it.

 

You felt sorry for the rock.

 

"I’m sure these humans won’t stand a chance."

 

She seemed to shine upon your words. You then rose from your crouching position and began to move in the direction you were going before, thinking the conversation was over.

 

It wasn't.

 

"Hey, old man, have you ever seen a human?"

 

Undyne was following you, and probably wasn’t gonna leave you alone during your visit to Waterfall.

 

"Indeed, plenty of them..."

 

She seemed very excited about it.

 

"I’ve never seen one before... What do they look like!?"

 

You snorted from amusement, you didn’t know if it was just her, or kids in general, but wow, what a ball of energy she was!

 

You kept your food quest going, while answering the interrogation of the excited child.

Her questions could range from "why are you talking so strangely" to "What does the sun look like?" and honestly, it made you a little tired.

 

"Hey! Old man! I’ve never seen you around before! Why are you here?"

 

And then you realized something else.

Undyne was a native of Waterfall, no, a native of the underground, she should surely know where we could find a store that sold food!!

 

Moreover, since she's a young child, she would be less suspicious than an adult about your obvious lack of knowledge of the underground!

She would just feel like you’re a weird, eccentric old man! And you probably wouldn’t mind!

 

I mean…  maybe you would, but your ego and your public image were a lot less important than your nonexistent stomach!

 

"Tell me, Undyne, do you know a place here in Waterfall that would sell food? One who isn’t at Temmie’s Village or run by a certain turtle monster named Gerson?"

 

The little girl paused in her joyful gait to look at you suspiciously,

 

"Why? Don’t you like Uncle Gerson?"

 

Ah.. What a... difficult .. question.

 

"This has nothing to do with it, I’m just curious to discover a little better Waterfall! I already know these places, so I’d like to buy food in a new one."

 

An air of achievement and victory appeared on the face of the fishgirl.

 

"ah-hAH!! So you really are a tourist! Hey! Hey! Where are you from? Snowdin? Hotland? New Home? Oh!! Oh!! Do you know the king? My parents told me that the king is the nicest monster there is! And also one of the tallest! And that he's over a thousand years old! One day I will meet the king, and he will make me head of the royal guard! And then I-"

 

Oh my, what a talkative child, she has completely forgotten your question…

 

Well, it looks like you should walk blindly to find a store in Waterfall today, you didn’t have the heart to interrupt her in her dreams of greatness.

 

Literally, you're a skeleton after all.

 

Hehe, skele-puns.

Notes:

so first of all HAPPYYY PRIDE MONTTHHHH
and here is a tiny doodle I made for this chapter

I decided to post it sooner than I originally planned cause this week have been hellish and posting stuff here makes me happy... Yayye

I'm not gonna rent but I'm just gonna say that the french system to go to college fucking sucks, FUCK YOU MACRON FUCK YOU PARCOURSUP AND FUCK YOU EDUCATION MINISTER YOU ALL SUCK

Chapter 5: When snails die, they become escarghosts…

Summary:

You finally achieve your food quest, and do a little painting event on the way.

You continued to walk with Undyne following you, telling you various ways and manners of fighting a human. She even gave you examples in real life conditions, where she destroyed stones, echo flowers, tall grass... in short the fauna and flora of Waterfall.

 

It was, to say the least, adorably horrifying.

 

You didn’t need the knowledge of the game to know that she’d become a real menace later in life.

 

"Oooh! Doctor Gaster... it’s you....."

 

A voice interrupted you and little Undyne, you both turned toward it

At that moment, your thoughts turned double, came, went, came back, and screamed panicked questions in your empty skull.

 

In front of you stood...or well floated, Napstablook?

 

No, no, Napstablook should be just a kid right now, maybe one of his relatives? Or maybe Napstablook was always really old?

 

"Welcome... to the snail farm... Doctor Gaster....."

 

Looking around you, you finally noticed that you were indeed in front of two big houses, one pink, one blue, shaped like huge beans in front of you, both having a sign which had written "Snail Farm! A family tradition since the time of the surface! Come and buy our snail milk only available HERE~~ !!" on it, in a fluorescent glittery pink.

 

The ghost in front of you seemed to notice that you were staring at the panels longer than normal, and started talking again.

 

"ohhh... You noticed.... My nephew did the signs...... He seemed very excited about them.... Isn’t that adorable.....?"

 

Nephew.... Is he talking about Napstablook? No.. These panels were way too glittery and colorful for that, no offense to the little ghost, you think he’d probably be a little too shy to dare to make panels that... Flamboyant.

 

"yes, Indeed."

 

The ghost took pride in your approval. Curling up slightly on himself, and even seeming... Blushing? Well, shyness must have been a family thing, you guessed.

 

"So, since you found what you were looking for, I guess I’ll be going! See you Old man!"

 

Told you the fish-child-shaped cumulonimbus before disappearing away while you waved her goodbye. Then you turned back to the ghost, and you noticed that they had disappeared.

 

You decided to go inside one of the two houses, by knocking first, of course.

You were assuming that because there were signs indicating some kind of family tradition around a snail farm, You might as well take a chance and see if they sell any... snail milk?

Who doesn’t try anything, has nothing, doesn’t he?

 

After you walked through the door, you found yourself in what looked like a little shop with... Oh my, the exact same cans of food you had left back home.

Would that be your lucky star? Has the universe finally decided to smile at you?

 

Another ghost who was standing behind the counter seemed to smile and straighten up slightly when he saw you coming inside.

 

"Hello.... Doctor Gaster…. You want.. The usual...?"

 

You didn’t really know what The Usual was, but, uh, you were assuming that if Gaster bought it, it meant that he knew what he was doing, right? But then again a guy that creates babies with the deceased leftovers of his wives should probably not be trusted to make rational decisions… 

 

The ghost smiled before disappearing, you decided to wait there, looking around you, before hearing a huge crash from the ceiling.

You raised your head out of curiosity, and you saw... two ghost children falling directly on your head.

 

Well, wasn’t it an interesting day?

 

-O0o0O-

 

Napstablook had always been shy, always. They didn’t like attention, and didn’t know what to do when we thanked them for anything, which is why they had always admired their cousin; Hapstablook.

 

Hapstablook could do anything! He always knew what to say in every situation! He was so amazing, full of energy and good ideas!

 

That’s why, when Hapstablook said that one day he would be the biggest celebrity of the underground, that everyone would know his name, and that he would make them regain hope with his songs, Napstablook had no doubt that it would come true.

 

After all, they were his biggest fan!

 

That day, their cousin had another of his brilliant ideas, redecorating the ceiling of the shop to make it look like the night sky!

Only problem, they had no idea what it looked like...

But Hapstablook immediately found a solution: just asking the adults who had survived the war!

Now they had to make a list of the people they knew, so there was...

 

The king, Gerson, the royal scientist (even if he was scary), and....

Hummm.... They didn’t know any others....

But before the two little ghosts could shake their brains deeper, they heard the store bell ringing, deciding to take a look through the floor, they saw…

The Royal Scientist!

 

It was really convenient!

Hapstablook, excited and happy to have his problem solved so quickly, came down from the second floor through the floor dragging his cousin with him, and rushed on the old skeleton. Unfortunately, in his joy, he did not control his speed, and ended up hitting the poor scientist.

Right in the skull.

 

-O0o0O-

 

"So, as I understand it, you want me to help paint your ceiling?"

 

The two little ghosts in front of you almost seemed to tremble with excitement.

After they literally fell on you, they explained their little problems to you. They actually wanted to recreate a starry sky on their ceilings, in order to attract more customers. They had all the painting materials, but unfortunately, because of the constant confinement, They had no idea what the sky looked like.

 

It... deeply saddened you, reminding you that you, like these children, are prisoners. 

 

Locked in that magical cave until someone finds a way to break the barrier.

And you were gonna do it! You’d find a way to break the damn barrier, you will not let the player in and destroy everything, you will not let Sans and the other underground monsters face all that desperation and terrible fate.

 

Yeah, you’d find a way, and that was a promise.

 

‘‘So … are you going to help us?’’

 

Asked one of the little ghosts whose name you later learned was Hapstablook.

 

“Of course, show me the brushes!”

 

And that’s how you spent an entire afternoon with the ghost family, helping the little kids paint their ceilings while the adults watched you in the background.

 

The little ghosts floated up to the ceiling to paint while you used your magic hands and at the same time gave them instructions in their quest for a beautiful ceiling, you had to prevent Hapstablook several times from covering the whole thing with pink glitter to avoid the loss of realism.

 

In the end, you were pretty proud of the result, because even if you three weren’t Michelangelo, the mural was really cool, it almost made you want to lie on the floor and gaze at  the ceiling.

You also played with perspective and optical illusions to give the impression that it was moving slightly, the children were delighted.

 

You then went back to the lab, a huge shipment of snail milk with you, and determined to do something for the greater good;

 

Break the barrier.

 

We could say that, you wanted to break free

Oh my, you so much loved Freddie Mercury…

Notes:

We are now getting at the chapters I haven't wrote yet when I first posted this fanfic. Also MY FINAL EXAMS ARE FINALLY FUCKING OVER.
I'll be able to post more.

(if you haven't guess Hapstablook is Mettaton, and the next chapter should be around the 14th of July)

Chapter 6: Do you change? No I only use Credit cards

Summary:

SANS POV EVERYBODY and oh.. you’re here too (you’re also starting to wonder about your purpose in life)

Sans was… confused, to put it kindly.

 

To tell the truth, he was completely out of his comfort zone, and startled, in a mid, not-so-bad still-kinda-weird way. 

 

Why? That was simple, the Doctor, a constant figure in the young skeleton’s life, went downright rogue. 

 

You see, Sans was used to the monotony of his life, he wakes up in his aluminum hospital bed, gets up, and.. well, do everything he could to avoid the other skeleton resident of the lab, by laying low in one room or another, before seeking for a can of food when he gets hungry. 

 

During the rarest times where he didn’t managed to entirely avoid the Doctor, the older skeleton, depending on his mood, would completely ignore him, as if he didn’t exist, would glare at him and told him to go, or would thoroughly scold him to “not bother him with his absurdities” because he “didn’t needed failures to bring him bad luck.”

 

And well, no matter how hard Sans tried to give the impression that it didn’t affect him, he would always end up leaving and crying somewhere in a corner. Who could blame him? But recently, things became different. 

 

The non-existent and unsaid rules that had been put in place by the Doctor, got destroyed, ripped apart and disregarded as if they didn’t mattered at all, by the older skeleton himself. And that, that changed everything.   

 

The other skeleton became.. softer, less sharp, and even clumsy in certain aspects. He was still not directly searching for Sans, but at the same time he wouldn’t ignore him anymore, he would not glare at him, or even tell him to leave. Moreover, he gave him a Name. 

 

And, in an inexplicable manner, it captivated Sans. 

 

The younger skeleton, without noticing, instead of doing everything possible to avoid the other wholly, started actively searching for the older skeleton’s presence, watching him stumble around the corridors, monitoring everything, while hiding behind walls and furnitures. 

 

When the Doctor noticed him the first time, he said nothing, smiled awkwardly and waved at him. Sans, ran. 

 

After all, some habits die hard, but he felt as if, eventually, he could get used to this different and strange version of the Doctor. 

 

In the distance, Sans heard a loud crash, while a painful complaint came out of, manifestly, the very clumsy taller skeleton.

 

Sans snorted.

 

Yeah.. he could certainly get used to it. 

 

-O0o0O-

 

Meanwhile, you just so happened to fall on yourself, stumbling on your own feet, because,  yes, you were, that talented, which meant not at all…

 

But well, that wasn’t your fault if you were still not used to your current body, you were sure that in your own old human form you were way less clumsy.. at least, you hoped.

It would be demoralizing if it wasn’t the case. 

 

Anyway, today, you were bored to death, hehe, death, because you’re a skeleton. 

 

Maybe you should stop explaining your jokes… BAH, in any case there were only you to hear them. 

 

However, let’s go back to the main and contemporary most important subject : your boredom.

 

It was simple, you had nothing to do, that is to say, you supposed that Gaster had to find a way to break the barrier, to free the underground and finally find salvation to the entire monster population, which now that you talked about it, sounds like a whole lot of freaking pressuring responsibilities on only one person’s shoulders, and the problem was, you were not Gaster, you were… you.

 

Not a scientist, not a mechanic, not a genius in magic theory, nor an extremely cold headed serious and responsible person. You were but only a human, who got abducted and sent here by pure accident.

 

And you don’t think you ever were a scientist in your previous life.. or even magical. 

 

You had researched, read and studied most of the papers that Gaster left lying on the floor like a varlet, and even if you could understand the writing font used, what was written on it was for you, not so far away from a gobbledygook of mathematical formulas and indomitable graphs. 

 

It made you feel stupid to such an extent. 

 

Fortunately, you also so happened to find an infinite amount of notes and books explaining most of the thingamajig that seemed to escape your comprehension. But even if the primary instinct that stayed in you from Gaster helped a lot, it was still reduced to a certain extent, and you still had a long way before being able to use those in practice. 

 

And it was frustrating, to feel useless. You promised yourself to find a way to break the barrier, but it was more easily said than done, you were starting to wonder if in the end, it would not become but just an old unreachable dusty vain wish.

 

That’s why, today, after your knackering quest for food, multiple days of lab-explorations, and multitudinous hours of self-taught science lessons, you had decided to finally give yourself a little bit of respite. 

 

For an entire day. 

 

A long day, loooooooong day.

 

And here was the unapologetic and inexcusable problem : you had no idea of what to do for fun. 

 

You stared for a long time the horror movies VHS collection that Gaster seemed to own, before rapidly abandoning the idea for one simple reason : you were paranoid, in a creepy lab, all alone… most of the time. 

 

Watching this horror movies in that state and situation, sounded like the worst idea possible. so, you moved on to something else ; which meant wandering aimlessly in the hallways. 

 

And that’s how you ended up where you are now ; in an impromptu rendez-vous with the floor, that is after getting tangled up with the air. 

 

 After passing a certain time contemplating the sense of life head-to-head with the paving, you got up with grace and elegance, like the absolutely-not-clumsy person you were, to look at what was in front of you. 

 

You were now standing before the “eprouvette baby room” like you so cleverly called it. 

 

You briefly hesitated, before finally deciding to enter, opening the door and lighting up the area, which took away a big part of the “crazy scientist lab ahead” side of the room. 

 

At the end of the mini lab, was gloriously standing the incubation tube, still gleaming of a soft green light. 

 

The questions surrounding the tiny floating babybone had been tormenting your mind since you had found this room for the first time, because you had no idea of how to handle it. You couldn’t leave the young child here, but at the same time you weren’t sure if you could immediately get him out of the machine after Past-Gaster had “stopped his growth” like he mentioned in his journal. You were scared that it could be dangerous and negatively affect Papyrus. 

 

So you waited, and stared, laying your hands once again on the cold glass of the receptacle, as a hello sign, before observing more attentively the room around you. 

 

Last time you came here, you only had eyes for the floating baby, reflecting on the horrors Past-Gaster could have done if you hadn’t stolen his body in due course. 

 

You left some time after that, feeling slightly disgusted by yourself, emotionally shaken and unable to look more longer at the little skeleton. 

 

But today, you had decided otherwise, thus you gathered your courage in your own two hands, filling yourselves with DETERMINATION, you decided to find a solution for the small life Past-Gaster had created and gave up on to. 

 

Verifying each corners of the room, you searched for any clues that could help you handle to the best possible this situation, there were more descriptive and thorough notes on the bootless efforts and unsuccessful attempts Gaster had made. An explanation in details of the liquid’s composition that was jailing “experiment N°2” which was in fact some healing green magic in the form of nutritional liquid…. 

 

And finally, an immeasurable amount of papers and notes on “experiment N°1” and on all his adventures and growth in the incubation tube. It was perfect. You were going to use it all to help get the little monster out in the safest way possible with no risks or danger whatsoever. 

 

“don’t worry little one”

 

You put one of your hands in a reassuring manner on the glass again. 

 

“I’ll get you out of here.”

Notes:

MORE FATHER SON INTERACTIONS YIPPY YAYYYYE

Also, this two (three?) past weeks were CRAZY, I discovered I had lice (which, yuck), mice are back in my building (yuck again), I discovered my best friend proposed to their boyfriend at the pride parade which I couldn't go this year BECAUSE I CAUGHT THE FREAKING COVID… As a germaphobe treating all this shit was horrendous. Then I also had the results to my final exams for my high school diploma, and I’m one of the top in my country for my field (WHICH IS FREAKING CRAZY SERIOUSLY, like it doesn’t feel real.)

So yeah, this was very eventful, full of emotions, too much emotions. I’m probably gonna die down on my sofa for the rest of the summer, but anyway next chapter in two or three weeks on sunday as usual.

also HERE DRAWING OF THE ENDING SCENE

Chapter 7: The best dad joke? You.

Summary:

You make a list

You don't follow the list

 

After an afternoon well spent researching and trying to understand the incubation situation of little Papyrus, where you decided to stay in the room to keep the little baby company, You had finally figured out how to get the machine working allowing his prisoner to live and grow. 

 

By rereading the reports made on Sans, you had learned a lot about the tube and how it worked, which made you quite satisfied with yourself and your productivity that day, even though… Well, you were supposed to rest. 

 

But hey, the health of the little babybone was much more important than any kind of relaxation, or fun. After all you were a father now, you had a few responsibilities… Responsibilities that, since you arrived here, you had rather set aside…

 

That’s why, you had finally decided to create a bucketlist of all the things you had to do, and you marked it in the little black notebook you found when you first woke up here. 

 

No.1 Find a way to break the barrier.

No.2 Help Papyrus grow and exit the tube in all safety. 

No.3 Find Sans and do… parenting stuff?????

No.4 Buy more food that isn’t just snail milk.

 

and finally 

 

No.5 DO. NOT. FALL. INTO. THE. VOID.

 

You had circled the last resolution with several red exclamations and skulls, because, obviously, you were an extremely serious and mature person. 

Observing your future tasks, you decided that today would be dedicated toward No.3, since you had no idea how to start No.1, had used your entire break day for No.2. Your quest for food had already exhausted you to more levels than you could imagine, thus you categorically refused to come out again for at least a few months, or weeks, making No. 4 irrelevant. 

 

Finally, No. 5 was more of a warning than anything else. You didn’t remember what had taken Gaster away, or even if it was in the void that he had finished. You only remembered “Gaster’s followers” and their fate, how they ended up forgotten, gray, and partially disappearing from one place to another. But here you had no followers with you, the laboratories were entirely and completely empty except for you, Sans and little Papyrus. Putting even more uncertainty on your already terrifying and unknown future, which you didn’t like at all. 

 

But hey, that’s life for you, or here, rather the total and definitive disappearance of existence. 

 

It didn’t sounded any better. 

 

In any case, today was the day where you were going to do more things for Sans than usual, by doing “parenting stuff” like you had so intelligently marked in your little booklet. 

 

Which meant… well you had no idea..?? 

 

Finding him would be required first, and… then what, play chess??? What do children do anyway??? Well, especially what does Sans do, because with the way old Gaster raised him, he surely did not have usual activities or reactions.. He already seemed a little bit too aware of his environment for his age and it worried you. 

 

You hoped that everything Gaster had done had not irreparably affected Sans’s natural development. 

 

For now, the most important thing was to find the little babybone, and… maybe make a more specific list of things to do that could be considered as “parenting stuff.” 

 

You then added to your notebook “No.5.1 Find a list of “parenting stuff” to do,” while walking in a random direction hoping to come across Sans. You were wishing to find a way to keep him from fleeing the scene away this time, since it would be complicated to try having a conversation with someone who was skedaddling away like a rabbit at your mere sight. 

 

Although it pained you in some way, you could completely understand where he came from. To tell the truth, the real wound didn’t came from the fact that he was fleeing, but from the culpability that rised in your chest at the thought of all the things old Gaster could have made the child suffer through, that would have created that reaction. 

 

After some time you fell directly on the smallest skeleton, a can of snail milk in hands, obviously about to leave before stopping after noticing that you had arrived. A big silence filled the room while you stared at each other.

You were petrified, your head absolutely empty, unable to bring anything useful to the situation. The child  in front of you did not look any better : frozen like a reindeer in front of the headlights of a car in full speed violation. But after a few seconds, a resolute expression appeared on his skull before he approached you, clenched fists. 

 

“Doctor..? What are you writing?” 

 

He stumbled around some of his words, but kept a deliberately controlled and nonchalant face, although it was very visible that it was only a façade. 

 

“...writing?”

 

The little skeleton glared at you for a few seconds without saying a word, before making several insistent gestures on what you were holding in your hands, you looked down to find… your journal. Which you had absolutely not just forgotten its existence just now, no no… You would never.

 

“Ah.. yes. I’m writing a bucketlist.”

 

You sat on the floor with difficulty to better show Sans the pages of your notebook. Who at first panicked, looking at you with dismay for landing on the dusty ground before approaching cautiously in order to point at the skulls doodles. 

 

“Those don’t look like buckets.”

 

Your mind paused for a second, you looked cmically back at the page, observing the abstract pictograms you had brought to the world.

 

“Indeed, those are skulls.”

 

“...”

 

A silence filled with appalling awkwardness invaded the room.

 

“Why.”

 

Sans stared at you with a glance containing unparalleled judgment, his question which could falsely be taken as innocent was in fact very clearly a reassessment of your intelligence. 

 

You answered him very seriously. 

 

“Because I am a bonehead.”

 

You produced a thud, using a magic hand to lightly knock on your skull;

 

Another withering look answered you. 

 

Nobody gets your jokes… 

You cleared your non-existent throat after another short silence. 

 

“So.. Do you know what a bucket list is, young one ?”

 

Sans shakes his skull in negation. 

 

“It’s a list of things you wish to do or achieve before… kicking the bucket.”

 

You weren’t sure if talking about death to a child was a good idea, actually you didn’t even know if Sans knew death was possible, so like any responsible adult, you made a pun. 

 

“Why would you kick a bucket?” 

 

Sans looked at you confused again, while you just snorted. 

 

“It’s metaphorical, we call that an expression, there’s no real bucket to kick.” 

 

The little skeleton crossed his arms. Watching you attentively as if you were lying to him.

 

“That’s weird.”

 

This time you let a brief chuckle out of your mouth. 

 

“Life is weird.”

 

And life was very weird indeed. 

 

I mean, it did throw you in a freaking fictional world after all!

 

haha… 

 

You want to get out of here.

Notes:

Yeah you’re an awkward person, cause I’m an awkward person, how do people talk anyway ?

I hope you liked this chapter, I certainly liked writing it, it’s funny how you can get second hand embarrassment from writing. The second hand embarrassment in itself was less funny though.

Also I wanted to pecise for anyone passing by, that I do read your comments, and I'm very thankful each time someone decide to write one. Please don't take personnaly the fact that I don't answer from times to times, for I am very bad at social things. Thank you still, <3

Next chapter on Sundays in two or three weeks as usual, or maybe a little bit after, since I’ll be having a trip somewhere else and risk not having an internet connection, summer vacations are fastly ending, it makes me anxious I want to cry.

Chapter 8: Where do skeletons shop? the boo-tique

Summary:

You unlock another place in the Underground ! And also meet a certain someone

After this brief conversation with Sans, where you certainly felt very judged, the smallest skeleton left, letting you feel sorry for yourself. 

 

This whole situation made you feel so embarrassed and stupid, that you decided to just curl up in a corner for the rest of the day, reflecting on things that could help improve Sans’s life conditions… But also your parental skills.

 

Which were almost non-existent for the moment. If it was a capacity in a video game, you would probably not even be at level 1. 

 

All this thinking concluded into your next mission : going out and getting children equipment. 

 

Meaning that, you were gonna have to go through the lava bridge, again. 

 

You then looked at your greatest enemy, who like the abyss seemed to stare at your soul in return, shaking it. The lava was effervescent beneath the bridge, forming bubbles that appeared as if to laugh at you and your fear. You wanted so badly to go back to the lab, where it was safe, where you weren't one inch away from falling to a charred and certain death. 

 

Because indeed, your current dream was not to end up as a roast chicken, or rather a chicken carcass… Since you were… well, a skeleton… 

 

You lost track of how many times you had made that kind of joke. 

 

Fortunately for you, they never became boring….

 

In all cases, you couldn’t stay here, and even if compared to the last time, where going out to buy food was actually a matter of life or death. That didn’t mean you could afford to skimp on other things important to the upbringing and growth of a happy child. 

 

Especially since you had plenty of means. Being a royal scientist brought a lot of money on the table, you thought… 

 

And as you crossed the slogging bridge, you promised yourself to add “improve the safety of the connecting passageway” to your bucket list. 

 

If things were left as they were, someday someone would fall, and if you could prevent this from happening, then you might as well do it. 

 

You had moreover discovered, by rereading some of Gaster’s notes, that one of the reasons why many of this kind of passage ranged from slightly scrappy to an irretrievable danger for public safety, was that the underground had been laid out and explored in a few days to try to repopulate the monster species as quickly as possible. 

 

Therefore the monsters, thinking that the underground would only be a short-lasting hiding spot, built light constructions to form bridges, in order to keep as many resources as possible for ulterior uses. 

 

When the barrier set by humanity arised, and the underground became the irremediable habitat of the monster population, they first lived only in tents and encampments, and with famines looming, the main concern was finding a way to produce food. 

 

After this was resolved, the monster people, exhausted from their living conditions, demanded that houses be built, first in the ruins, then gradually in the rest of the underground. 

 

This made that all the improvement and reconstruction of the bridges were completely set aside, leaving crevasses between certain places and bridges violating all safety rules in-between others, making crossing one part of the underground to the other a high-risk activity that can and will lead to death. 

 

To say it wasn’t great would be an understatement. 

 

Finally arriving in Waterfall without problems, you decided to take a breather, even letting yourself observe the place you haven't really been able to look at previously, too busy trying to find your way while holding a conversation with Undyne. 

 

Waterfall was truly a beautiful place, with an ethereal color palette, the scene indeed appeared as if from a storybook. You even stopped to touch some of the echoflowers, listening to the sounds they had copied over the years. 

 

Most emitted phrases of hope, dreams, wishes or even random conversations, between a monster parent and his child, two young lovers, some soldiers changing shifts... Listening to these exchanges reminded you how real the world around you was just like the people who lived in it. 

 

It filled you with determination.

 

At least until one peculiar flower released a fart noise. 

 

A loud fart noise. 

 

Too loud. 

 

The fact that you may or may not have jumped up and screamed like a young actress from a horror movie, was something you refused to comment on. 

 

A fart ? What fart ? Unfortunately your skull was empty of any information….. Literally..

 

Lol.

 

Moving quickly away from the flowers by embarrassment, you then hurried to think of a place to go. You didn’t believe the snail farm was selling parenting books, you still wouldn’t go to Gerson’s, and you didn’t really trust any advice that might come out of the Temmies. 

 

The only option was to go further, to Snowdin… 

 

…You honestly didn’t know what to think of it. 

 

First, the idea of having to find yourself again in a completely unknown place made you want to cry, but then the idea of seeing snow in a cave made you absurdly curious. 

 

When highlighting the pros and cons, the snow overcame all other doubts and you took a joyful step towards Snowdin. Passing in front of the snail farm, you greeted one of the phantoms you noticed standing above the roof, who quickly disappeared. 

 

After a while, the world around you began to cool down, not that you could feel it since you were an, apparently, impervious to heat and winter skeleton, instead you started to notice it when you saw very thin layers of ice slowly covering the cave’s walls. But also thanks to the stalactites and stalagmites that spread everywhere, and grew larger the more you walked forward. 

 

Again, another danger to safety, you noted to yourself.  

 

And also in your journal… since you brought it with you. 

 

A few moments after you wrote your observations, the cave finally ended, opening in an open mouth on a large forest covered with snow. Seeing a ceiling made of rocks above this landscape was almost unreal. 

 

Remembering that you were stuck in a fictional video game, you amused yourself with the fact that at one point in your life, this place was actually but chimerical. 

 

Holding your courage with both hands, you continued to advance on the snowy path. The snow was fascinating, you could not feel the cold, but you could feel it melting on your skull and clothes, leaving small drops that were soon freezing again in the form of ice. Covering you slightly, like frost on glass in winter. 

 

While observing the trees around you, you began to spot some dwellings in the distance made of wood, strongly reminding you of cottages. Then you entered the village of Snowdin. 

 

There were some monsters who went about their business, greeting their neighbors, or raking the snow in heaps, in order to remove it from the path. Some spotted you, and paused to look at you for a time, surely surprised to see a new face. 

 

At least you were hoping… For if they stared at you because they recognized you, it would mean that they knew Gaster, and now being familiar with the skeleton scientists’s wonderful personality, you would honestly rather that not be the case. 

 

Walking around randomly, you ended up spotting the “librarby.” So you then hurridly reached it, hoping that the establishment was open. Fortunately it was, opening the door with excitement, you then entered for the first time in a long time a library. 

 

You liked libraries, at least you think you did, you didn’t really know if the feeling came from you or from the remains of what was left from Gaster’s instincts and personality… In any case, the prospect of being able to hold a book that was something other than a horror journal or a scientific manual exalted you. 

 

You also thought, you could probably find books about parenting, or even picture books that you could give to Sans! Ahh… the thought of the next few minutes felt just perfect. 

 

“Hum-HUM”

 

So satisfied with your plan, you had completely forgotten to act upon it, looking at the place where the noise came from, you noticed a librarian monster who had cleared his throat to bring your attention… 

 

Probably because you totally zoned out after slamming the door open of their facility. 

 

“ah.. My apologies.”

 

You rushed to close the door behind you before it brought more snow inside, under the judgmental stare and almost leer of the seller. 

 

Fortunately for you, he was currently the only one inside, thus only witness of your tomfoolery, and after you went a little further into the “Librarby” he immediately lowered his head to resume reading his own book. 

 

Sighing, you quickly approached the several rows of books in the shop, rapidly getting closer to the child section. 

 

Most seemed to have been written by monsters, many were even unique little booklets that seemed to have been scripted and illustrated by monster children themselves, surely through a school project. 

 

Then there were also some books that obviously came from humans, these more damaged, with some warped pages, and illustrations losing their colors due to water and time. 

 

Finally there were parental manuals, explaining the various ups and downs that raising a monster child brought, there was even one giving advice for the going through of adolescence, which you found rather funny. 

 

You found yourself picking a few of each of them, one in peculiar caught your attention ; a little story from the surface telling the multiple journeys and adventures of a small white rabbit, cleverly called “Fluffy Bunny.” 

 

After approving your selection you then approached the seller to purchase the items, the other monster raised a slight eyebrow to the obvious theme of your new belongings, but made no comments. 

 

Which reassured you, since you did not want to satisfy his curiosity, going out was already a lot, so useless long conversations made everything more difficult. 

 

Leaving the shop with a new spirit in your step, you decided to continue wandering around slightly, while reading one of the parental manuals. After all, your mission wasn’t done, you needed to buy other things for Sans, books were not enough. 

 

While walking and reading, you began to wonder again why you had not come here during your first outing. Since, the people here were friendly, and the general atmosphere of Snowdin reminded you of an open Christmas market, full of small shops, with shimmering decorations. 

 

Yes, after all there was no real danger here, especially compared to the waterfall crevasses or the lava fields in front of the lab- 

 

“Wingding?”

 

A slow fright filled your soul and body, although you were impervious to temperatures, you felt as if cold sweat had covered you entirely.

 

Rigid, you slowly lifted your orbits up from your book to observe the person in front of you. 

 

In the mostly white and cold environment of Snowdin, this monster by its nature and appearance, contrasted in an astonishing way with the rest of the scene. 

 

“Wingding is that you?.”

 

Indeed, it seemed almost absurd to see a monster like him in a place so opposite to his very being, even if…

 

“Hello.. Grillby..”

 

It was true that a campfire was always pleasant in snowy lands. 

Notes:

I love making theories and headcanons, like seriously I’m basically using this fanfiction to dump my rambling at you. No you don’t have a choice.

Also I recently discovered that my father gave the plant pot where we buried my childhood pet hamster to a neighbor by accident.

I don't know how to feel about this.

Anyway, next part will be in two or three weeks on Sunday depending on my motivation. This one came a bit late because I was on vacation. Have a good day !

Chapter 9: What a delight, to be on fire.

Summary:

You want to scream, cry, run, there’s no order, it’s all at the same time.

Content warning : this chapter starts with a curse word.

 

Fuck.

 

Fuck indeed, was a word very fitting of your primarily thought at the moment. 

 

Fuck, fuck.

 

You were fuckity, friggity, fucked.

 

“Hah..haha, what a- Nice coincidence, my old friend.. to see you in this snowy place, what could have brought you…… around?” you managed to blurt out, fidgeting, because of the intense PANIC you were surrendering yourself to.

 

“I live here.” the fire monster dead-panned. 

 

That’s it, that’s when you wished strongly for someone to bury you 6 feet underground, to escape the intense awkwardness of this conversation.

You were already but bones, a tombstone would be the perfect match for your future. 

 

“Right..” you said, completely defeated.

 

Grillby looked at what you were holding for a second, reading the cover of the book, with curiosity.

 

“A parenting book?” he asked.

 

You were very happy with the subject change.

 

“I didn’t know you had a.. child.”

 

Suddenly, you were not happy anymore.

Why was he asking questions like this ??? And why was it so, so, so. freaking. AWKWARD.

Terrible, it was terrible, horrendous, it felt as if you were talking to…. AN EX.

 

oh. fuck. no. 

 

“Ahhh… yes, I, indeed, became a parent! sort of…” you muttered the last part to yourself. 

 

The fire monster stayed quiet for a bit, staring at you and at your books

 

“ I would have never thought you… anyway. That’s great to hear.”

 

Please make this conversation end, please someone put you out of your misery. You don’t care how, you just want it to stop. 

 

“Thank you… ha, so…”

 

How to say goodbye, could you just flee in that situation? Like a freaking pokemon? Just… go, and run. Would it be considered rude? Yes, probably. Why are people so complicated. 

 

If only you could issue an order of cease and desist toward awkward conversations, you hate conversations. 

 

“Are you going to stay, or have you finished with your current activities here?” The other monster asked you. 

 

You saw here a hope, to get the fuck out. 

 

“AH. Well, I was planning to buy some more things for my.. son… So I will probably stay here a little bit longer.” 

 

“I see.” The fire monster didn’t elaborate further, you took that as a hint that the conversation had ended. 

 

Thus you started walking, in whatever direction your feet took you, that could bring you far, far away. Into the unknown. 

 

Strangely, the other monster started walking right behind you, as if following your footsteps. 

Thinking it was probably a coincidence, and maybe Grillby had things to do in the same direction you were going, you decided to turn to the left. 

 

Which he did too. 

 

So you turned right. 

 

Which he did again. 

 

After the realization that maybe, just maybe, it was not a little coincidence, you stopped in your tracks, to look at him briefly, he proved your theory, by coming to a halt to look at you back with a facial expression screaming absolute and complete remorseless innocence. 

 

He knew exactly what he was doing. 

 

You didn’t knew how to feel about this.

 

So you just decided to accept it. With resignation. I mean, what could you do anyway, tell him to leave you the fuck alone? Actually you probably could… But it would be extremely awkward, and you don’t know how to handle awkward situations. 

 

You’re a coward. 

 

So you just sighed, closed your eyes and kept walking, extremely conscious of the clearly satisfied fire element next to you. 

 

You just wanted to go home. Ha funny, since when did the lab became “home” in your mind? It’s not really like you can remember any sort of past habitations you had before becoming Gaster. You wonder what your past “home” was. 

 

Were you alone, or with people? Maybe you lived with your family, or friends. But you don’t feel like you were the type of person to have people around you constantly. It feels somewhat.. Stressing? But at the same time, you know that being by yourself wasn’t something you liked either, at least not for a long amount of time. 

 

You didn’t like going outside, but staying inside felt pressuring. You didn’t like being lonely but staying around people brought you anxiety. Your mind feels conflicted in-between what you want to do, and what you wished to do, but you have no idea which one was which. 

 

Maybe you just wanted to do nothing. 

 

Nothing at all. 

 

nothing but emptiness. 

like the void you could feel was calling you-

 

“This shop sells children's clothes, of good quality.” 

 

A voice suddenly interrupted your line of thoughts, ah, it was Grillby, it’s true you were shopping, for Sans. The other monster was holding the door open for you to enter. You fasten your step to follow him. 

 

What were you thinking about again? Meh, if you can’t remember it, it mustn't have been that important. 

 

…well, anyway. 

 

Walking in, you immediately started observing the little shop, for some reason you felt relieved at the scene that was opening itself in front of your eyes. As if some anxiety suddenly left you. 

 

Was it because instead of looking like a dead pit madness of cold consumerism and fashion, this clothing store felt more like a cozy cottage where the only furniture was racks and other pieces of storage? It was like going to a grandma's house, if the grandma had suddenly decided to go thrift-store crazy.  

 

You could see trinkets and little personal touches everywhere in the boutique, it was messy, but it felt somewhat comforting. 

 

As if the owner of this place had no idea of what the word “empty” meant.

 

You liked it. 

 

Letting Grillby guide you to the children's aisle, you found yourself immediately amazed by the variety of choices there were. All the sizes were present, and all the shapes were possible. 

 

You took your time searching what you thought could fit Sans, all the while talking to the other monster and answering his questions. The fire element started helping you find possible goods after you showed him an approximation of what was the little skeleton’s height. 

 

You decided to buy clothing that fitted him right now, but also some that were definitely a little bit too big. You were aware that at Sans’s age, children get taller extremely fast and he would probably grow into it. 

 

You were also happy to find some children’s toys next to the aisle, you decided to take one plush that looked like a rabbit and an old box of crayons. The crayons looked used, but they were still perfectly able to do the job. 

 

You weren’t sure if you should buy more, or if it would overwhelm him. Maybe going from nothing to way too many things could be too much and scare the younger skeleton. You decided that for now it would be enough, and maybe it was better to start small. 

 

You had all the time to buy other things and toys and stuff in the future you thought.

 

You needed first to help Sans feel safer in his environment. Stars know the lab doesn’t feel reassuring at all. 

 

You didn’t feel reassured in it. 

 

Maybe you should buy some decorations too… to add some colors? 

 

Weren’t colors important for the growth of children? You remember vaguely something about light blue soothing and helping children to feel better. Maybe you should go crazy and paint all the gray and white walls in your lab blue… or green, you could even change the tiles…? Or add a carpet.

 

You recall that the original lab entry in undertale had light green walls and blue tiles on the floor, it was way less intimidating or scary than the mad scientist basement theme you had going on with yours right now, looking exactly like the true lab.

 

Alphys probably added those changes when she took over the role of royal scientist. 

 

You could probably do it too, but you would certainly have to ask for help from other monsters because it was certainly impossible for only one person to make it possible, no matter how many magic hands you could invoke. And that would mean strangers will (intrude) enter your house. You didn’t like it. 

 

But it would probably be a positive change for Sans and Papyrus when you’ll finally manage to get the baby out.

 

…

 

Yeah you had to do it. Even if it made you want to curl up in a corner and hiss... 

 

…At people.

 

Notes:

This, everybody, is what happens when two socially constipated person meet : absolute doom.

Also Grillby is kind of an ass here, but I find it understandable, I mean, imagine your best buddy comes back after years of silence, and you discover he had a child. lol.

Now I wonder what was all that void thingy you were thinking about…. Hehe who knows? (..me. I know. •ᴗ•)

Just wanted to prevent you all, this story is going on a way longer hiatus than I thought it would.
I'll come back to it eventually when I'll have more time, for now I don't really have any, even during vacation.
In the mean time here is this chapter, my next updates will probably be more sporadic than the previous ones, but they'll be there.

Anyway bye-bye.

Chapter 10: A Burning Pile of S-

Summary:

A little talk, and small revelations.

Content warning : ALCOHOL AND ANGST

After paying for the necessities, with Grillby, still following you like your shadow, even insisting on carrying a few of your shopping bags, you both decided to take a pause. The element monster, happy with this situation, proposed to take you back to his restaurant to rekindle.

 

Still being a social mess and not knowing how to politely run away, you accepted. 

 

For, you are weak. 

 

And a coward. 

 

Anyway.

 

So here you are now. Sitting on a stove, next to a monster you are still not sure of the past possible relationship the two of you had, before you stole the body of the possible friend/enemy/lover? of this dude which you were supposed to have a long and knowing conversation with. 

 

You felt uncomfortable to say the least. 

 

To be more honest, you wanted to flee straight into the sun. 

 

A sun that wasn’t present at the moment. 

 

People that wished to transmigrate into the body of a fictional character were really not aware of what they were getting into. 

 

You felt bad for all the transmigration protagonists you probably mocked for being incompetent in the past, because right now you finally understand the actual struggle of that situation. 

 

“So, you have a child now?”

 

Currently sitting on a stove in front of the monster barman, you took your time to look around the cozy restaurant you were in.

 

“Two actually, one is still nothing more than an infant though.”

 

There was a juke-box in the corner, a few tables behind you, most of the features and walls were made out of wood, you could suppose it was thanks to the pine trees outside and around snowdin. The colors were quite warm, which could have made you feel more comfortable, if you were not currently in a dire situation. 

 

“I see..” 

 

An awkward situation. 

 

You faked a cough, before talking again. 

 

“...There’s not a lot of customers today, it seems.”

 

Grillby put a glass in front of you, there was a dark liquid in it.

 

You had no idea what that was. 

 

“I closed the bar for until tomorrow. I know how you feel around people.”

 

What a polite way to call you antisocial. 

 

“...Good.”

 

You meticulously handle the glass, looking at how the drink inside was slowly moving. 

 

“Humulus echo beer… Your usual.”

 

The sentence seemed to have more meaning to it, than what Grillby was trying to make it seem. 

 

You leave the glass down.  

 

“Thank you, but I do not wish to drink for now.”

 

And your answer seemed to have affected him in a more secret way than you could have imagined. 

 

“I should have probably guessed..” 

 

A small silence fills the bar again. Having a conversation with Grillby felt like talking in scripts and charades. You could feel the double-meanings in each of his words, and it disturbed you. 

 

It felt like you were both having two very different dialogues, 

 

It was everything you hate about having small banters with your peers. 

 

“It’s been a long time, huh.” 

 

You looked at the fireman in front of you, acknowledging his words. 

 

“It truly has…” You answered. 

 

He nodded at that, taking back your drink, turning around to clean it and put the glass back into its place. 

 

“You look… Happier.”

 

You paused. “Do I?”

 

Grillby turns around. “You do. You seem less stressed, more calm.”

 

You humed. 

 

“That’s funny, because I don’t quite feel less stressed at the moment.”

 

The barman stiffened for a second, before letting out a small snort. 

You stiffened too, not meaning to say this sentence out loud. 

 

“I'm glad.”

 

huh???

 

“You are?”

 

“I missed your sarcasm.”

 

Your face of absolute confusion must have been telling enough since the other man immediately spoke back.

 

“I thought I’d never hear it again.” 

Wow. That was… way too mellow. 

 

“I know..” He said with a tender giggle in his voice.

 

Shit you said something out loud again.

 

A comfortable silence took over the restaurant, it felt warm, warmer than earlier. 

 

“I’ve been waiting, I wasn’t sure you would ever come back.” 

 

You tensed, before letting it go again. Getting anxious each time he mentioned the past would in the end become exhausting, after all the two of you seemed to have or had a very close relationship. Filled with a lot of things that you couldn’t comprehend quite yet. If you want to leave this conversation smoothly, you will have to go and start bullshitting. 

 

“I needed time.” 

 

A new uncomfortable silence took over the place, but Grillby did not back  away so easily.

 

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” he paused. “After what happened with Seagram, I honestly thought we would never meet again.”

 

The fire monster was getting tense, obviously it was a difficult subject to handle for him. A lump broke out into your non-throat, it seemed it was a touchy subject for you too. 

 

“It was not your fault.” 

 

“Wasn’t it ?” His voice seemed to crack, like a fire slowly starting to get out of control

 

“You did not choose what happened.”

 

The other monster was completely stiffened now.

 

“But I did.” He did not let you reply this time. “I was the captain of the royal guard, I should have made sure everyone came back safe. Instead, I just threw her and all of the others in the middle of the flames, without an ounce of thought-” 

 

He managed to get his sentences out through a ragged breath, his hands in tight fists, while the fire forming his face seemed to grow more and more, each flame as agitated as the other, coming and disappearing in a flick of light, until it almost reached the ceiling. 

 

His words were rapidly unveiling the mystery of both your situation, of the reason you were here, of the awkwardness in your conversation.

 

It made sense now. 

 

You could work with that. 

 

“ Grillby .” You interrupted. “Listen to me my friend, because you made yourself suffer enough.” You paused. “ You were not the one who dusted her nor them. You were not the hands that took her away from me. You could not have expected what happened, you’re not responsible, the humans are .”

 

He was hunching on himself more and more, almost retracting in himself, his back still facing you. As if he was unable to look at you, as if you and the broken bound he had with Past W.D. Gaster were the proofs of all his sins. 

 

“..How could they forgive me? How could you forgive me…”

 

“I don’t forgive you.” 

 

He flinched, his fire completely still for the first time since he started talking of the past. 

 

“For, there is nothing to forgive.”

 

His shoulder seemed to slouch down a little more at that, but his apprehensiveness did not leave his back. 

 

“It took me time… Letting go. At first, I just.. I guess I was so angry and remorseful, that I wanted to burn the world and me within. Seeing everyone move on, time passing by, with more and more monsters not remembering, or caring for what happened, getting used to our conditions, losing hope..” 

 

You could easily track back what Past Gaster was feeling, through the drifts you read from his notebook. The way he relentlessly deplored the actions of the monsters around him, their lack of fights, or responses. How it made him angry, it made him feel useless. 

 

“It drove me insane, I was so mad that they were able to get over it, accepting being thrown under here, accepting rotting away in a dark long cave, only middled with even longer and darker tunnels. While humans still thrived under the light of the sun and stars, while Seagram was but dust remained on the floor.” 

 

In a way you could understand this madman, understand his tribulations, he lost everything, his wife, his hope, his right to roam on earth. His right to freedom, to exist. 

 

“I wanted to end it all, I fell into a hole of darkness where no lights nor no one could pass through to take me away, back to the real world.”

 

Words were relentlessly coming out of your mouth, they felt.. real. Good. For the first time in a while, you felt genuine, as if your soul was agreeing and leading you to where it wanted to go, instead of laughing at you while you tripped on your toes. 

 

“And in that darkness, I fear that I failed you my friend. For that, I’m sorry.”

 

A long silence took the little cosy bar again. This time it was not one of awkwardness, or sorrow, it was reflective, thoughtful. Even hopeful. Filled with future possibilities and past experiences, all leading to a new path.

 

“...I missed you, and your grand discours, my friend.” The fireman said, finally turning around.

 

“I guess, eloquence wasn’t lost to me, after all this time hiding away from socializing.” You bantered back with a soft smile on your skull, finally feeling at ease for one of the first times since you were thrown into this body. 

 

“Oh, don’t be so sure now. Dramatism and social avoidance have always been a part of our daily day life, haven’t they?” 

 

You humed in acknowledgement, tapping the tip of your fingers on the surface of the bar. 

 

“...I think it’s time for me to go.” 

 

“Then that, you shall do.” The flames of the bartender flickered easily now, almost in a gentle smile, an open invitation for you to finally go. 

 

You got up, then, taking back your multiple shopping bags, some with your own hands, others with magic ones, heading straight to the exit. 

 

“And Wingding?” 

You stopped, the doorknob of the entrance already in your hand. 

 

“Thank you.” Grillby said. A very short sentence, but with so many meanings in them.

 

“You’re welcome.” You answered as much, still playing the charades you despised so much earlier, giving second senses to phrases that were but basic rentlings. 

 

“Will you come back?” The other man finally added. 

 

“Maybe, I will.”

 

And like a good second lead, you agreed to the dance. 

Notes:

MAN wasn’t this just a roller coaster of pure emotion, amiright. It’s funny how Past Gaster actions and presence seems to affect our little Reader more and more. I just hope it won’t lead to irreversible events that would make Present Gaster’s future even moooooore complicated… hehehehehehe

ANYWAY, I hope you liked the chapter, it was quite hard to chunk out, but i'm not angry with the result. It has been a very LONG WHILE tho, sorry for that by the way, education is great but it’s also slowly killing my will to live. also OHMYGOSH WE GOT TO 400 KUDOS???? WTF THANK YOU???????

I never imagined this would gain much attention, honestly I’m very surprised but very thankful, soooo SEE YOU NEXT TIME

Chapter 11: I HATE THE AO3 CURSE

Hello everybody, i'm coming back to you after not even 20 hours in

Just wanted to prevent you,
I just got stollen my freaking phone (with my credit card, insurance card, student cards, transport pass, a bit of money and other stuff) and guess where most of my drafts for future chapters and fanfictions were 🤡

Soooooo Yeah the ao3 curse really decided to fuck me up today, because of this the next chapters will be even more fucking late that i planned them to be.

Anyway i still plan to keep writing this don't worry, it will just take even more time than i thought it would...

Chapter 12: Usual Uses of the Unusual

Summary:

Types in Comic Sans Serif

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Guess who's back, back again

Sans was looking at his whole new acquisitions with bare confusion.

 

Yesterday, the Doctor had left the lab for the whole day. It was unusual, and usually, Sans would have worried because unusual used to mean pain and suffering, it used to bring uneasyness until the other shoe finally droped right on the young skeleton's skull, in a physical or metaphorical way, at least that was usual. So no Sans didn't like unusual. 

 

But lately, unusual was completely different, unusual meant a new name, unusual meant bucket lists and hearing the doctor crumbling down far away into a random hallway. 

 

Lately, unusual wasn't as painful. It brought, wonder and.. Even laugher.

 

Unusual were puns.

 

Sans was still warry, he didn't know when this new unusual would end, but for now he had decided to accept it as one of this moment of peaceful ease that were rare in the labs.

 

Especially in Sans's life.

 

And yesterday, the doctor had left, earlier than he usually would. The snail cans were still full, and the doctor had already left a few days before to get some more.

 

So why did he left? Why did he go out again, way too soon, for no usual obvious reason?

 

Anxiety had taken Sans's thoughts this whole day, fear and hesitation crawling through his shoulders, he couldn't eat, he couldn't nap, and running around the lab at that moment felt like a major crime. 

 

So he camped, he stayed, he laid restless, around the corner of the entry room, staring at the door, waiting. 

 

Waiting for what? He wasn't really sure, this sort of actions were also unusual to him. But he still waited, doing anything else felt impossible. 

 

And after hours, and hours, and hours of staring at the empty room, and still closed door, not even realizing he was slowly dozing off.

 

He suddenly heard an unusual noise.

 

"fuuuuuuck."

 

Pinpointing the source of that unforeseen sound, Sans found the Doctor, in a seemingly now usual unusual semi-moment of pain.

 

"...fuck?"

 

The Doctor who was hanging around face first on the floor, multiple different bags fallen around him, flared his skull up, now staring at Sans, with strong astonishement.

 

"Duck- Sans I meant Duck. You know, the tiny little quacky thingy that goes quack quack, ducks, feathery feathered ducks. Have you heard of ducks before Sans?"

 

Completely ignoring what the Doctor was mumbling about, because it was obviously some sort of diversion test, Sans gave a bemused look to the older skeleton. 

 

"...what does fuck mean?"

 

Gaster, now sitting down on the floor, sighed, using one of his hands to pinch his nose bridge, while his magic hands made a show of rearranging his bags up, putting back what fell on the floor inside of it. 

 

"You will not let me run away from this, will you?" 

 

Sans hearing that first sigh, flinched slightly, readying his body to buckle up at any moment in case the Doctor mood worsen. 

 

"You shouldn't know that word Sans, please don't remember it, alright? For me, Sans, please forget it ever existed-" 

 

The doctor kept rambling in a frenetic manner for a little while, which soothed the little skeleton, realizing that the doctor was not in fact mad, but more in his now usual state of nervous energy. 

 

"ok." Sans said, interrupting the Doctor, something he would have never even think of doing before. 

 

"Ok?" The older skeleton repeated, beffudled from having his speech cut in. 

 

"I won't say it." Sans clarified, searching the other monster's skull for any signs of annoyance, but instead finding only a creeping form of relief. 

 

"You won't.."

 

"No." 

 

"Great, that's.. Great, thank you, Sans."  

 

Sans didn't reply, feeling as if it was unnecessary to add anything, letting a very loud and awkward silence taking over the room. 

 

Deciding that the conversation was now complete, Sans let himself lose his composure, taking one step on the left to turn around and go back to his usual hiding place in the lab, before the doctor suddenly spoke again. 

 

"Why were you there?" He said, now searching in one of the multiple bags he had sitting around his frame, without directly looking at Sans. 

 

"waiting." At the sound of the older monster's voice, he tensed up again before replying, looking over at the other one in the room. 

 

"...what for?" Gaster paused, leaving his frantic bag search for a second to look at Sans, confusion on his skull. 

 

Sans didn't answer, he didn't really know the reason either, but waiting that day, in this room, felt... Right. 

 

Another silence filled the room. Silence was an often present guest to his conversations with the Doctor, Sans thought. Even before all the unusual things that happened, silence was still there. 

 

"Ahh... You know what? It's completely alright, you don't have to answer me-" 

 

But before, silence, it was a warning. A warning before the pain. A thoughtful pause the Doctor would give before taking it away and filling it with screams, not that the Doctor would scream no. No no. The doctor never screamed. But he stared, he stared with that empty expression that brought shivers down Sans's spine, as if a void had taken over the older Monster's skull. 

 

"Before you go, I just have to give you something- argh.. Where is this thing again-" 

 

That was what he liked about the new doctor, he was easy to read, confusing for sure, but never empty, and even his silence were filled with something, something that was not fear. Something hopeful. 

 

And it gave hope to Sans. 

 

"Ah-hah! Found it! Here." Suddenly two floating hands appeared in his line of sight, snapping him back up to reality. 

 

Looking at them more thoroughly, the younger skeleton noticed they were both holding somethings. 

 

"What is this?" Sans asked, completely dumbfounded. 

 

"It's for you." The doctor said, open excitement on his skull, while the magic hands made more waving motion toward Sans. 

 

"Doesn't answer my question..." The smaller skeleton mumbled, before carefully taking the offerings. 

 

"I know." Gaster said, looking smug. 

 

Sans deadpanned, just to make his feelings known, before coming back to the most important matter at hand : Observing the things that were handed to him. 

 

"This is a hoodie. " a magic hand materialized again while the Doctor spoke, pointing at the large blue piece of fabric. "And this is a plushy." he finished, showing the other softer and pink piece of fabric, it looked strange, it looked like it had a face, which was creepy, but, holding it, felt... good. 

 

"what should I do with it?" Sans asked once again, hoping this time for a clear answer. 

 

"anything you want. It's yours and yours only." This was not clear at all. 

 

Seeing his obvious confusion, the Doctor left a soft chuckle, before adding. "I'd recommend you to wear the hoodie, as for the plushy, I've heard holding it tightly can help relieve your stress." 

 

Huh. 

 

"It's really mine?" Sans needed a confirmation, helding his new-belongings more tightly. 

 

"It is." Gaster replied simply. 

 

"I can keep it." The smaller skeleton frowned, testing the water. 

 

"You can." The doctor smiled with reassurance. 

 

They both paused. 

 

The tiny skeleton looked again back and forth in-between the doctor to the things he was holding, bemused. He didn't know if he could trust this, if it was real or a test. And if it was in fact something used to see his reaction, he had no idea what he was expected to do, what would be answered with a good response, and what would end up in a bad time. 

 

"I can make a pinky promise, if you want me to." 

 

Sans stared back again. 

 

"Here look," two hands appeared, floating in front of Sans before holding each pinky fingers. "This is a pinky promise, it makes sure a deal stays never broken." 

 

Sans stared intently at the procedure, frowning again. 

 

The Doctor then raised his own hand, with his pinky up in the air. 

 

"Those two objects now belong to you, and you only, Sans. Pinky promise." 

 

Sans hesitated, fidgeting slowly before approaching the older skeleton, little step by little step. 

 

He stared at his new hoodie, and his new plushy with longing, before looking into the Doctor's eyesockets with hope and a bit of fear. 

 

After a long consideration, he reached over to the older monster's hand, linking their pinky fingers together. 

 

"Pinky promise." 

Notes:

That was probably one of the cutest chapter I've written AAAAAAAAAAAA PINKY PROMISEEES I love them.

Anyway, HEYA EVERYBODY, I'M BAAAACK at least for this chapter. I'm still hesitating in-between a few scenarios for the next one.

BTW I'm so tired of the Ao3 curse guys, because GUESS WHO HAS A POSSIBLE LIFE-LONG CHRONIC DISEASE, me. My life ducks. I just want to eat salmon and take naps is it too much to ask???

Anyway, DON'T HESITATE TO CHECK BACK THE CHAPTER 6TH I ADDED A NEW DRAWING (which you can also find on my Tumblr AND Bluesky )

OKI DOKI THAT'S ALL SEE YOU NEXT TIME