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No one's POV
On a small island called Underverse, lived the children of the infamous Gaster. Leader of the X assassin creed.The childrens names were Chara, Frisk and Cross. Trained at a very young age, Gaster would have them fight eachother on a dreadful daily basis.
"One day, one of you will have to take my place. I want only the strongest of you to lead the creed to success and power. Only one shall be name the next leader of the X!""
Those were the words meant to give purpose to their every breath. Cross on the other hand, wasn't a big fan of his father's "work". Even when the victims of the creed were cruel and evil men, Cross didn't find any pleasing interest in killing.
But, seeing as he was the oldest, his father had higher expectations for him. He made Cross train relentlessly to make him stronger, regardless of Cross's obvious exhaust and burnouts. Cross was forced to hurt and kill people, innocent lives or not. He hated every second of it, therefore, every second of his life.
His brother's on the other end, were trained by Gastersright-hand man. A brutal and restless assassin who somehow found horrific ways to "train" his brothers.
They longed for a peaceful life,
A second chance,
A fresh start...
Although they had to fight, the three brothers loved and cared endlessly for each other. After all, they were the only ones they could feel safe within the dark walls of the base.Until the day they would have prove their worth. The day the official next leader would be decided by fate, within the golden flaming ring of tradition. Three brothers, one survivor, only one worthy leader. Three brothers, forced to kill one an other.
Against all beliefs, they awaited the day with excitement, as it would be the day of their liberation. They had long forged a plan, a plan that would grant them their freedom. A plan which was as dangerous as it was structured.
In short, they had to think of everything. Easy, when you were born to forge such plans for a creed of demons.Cross had to distract their father as the others gathered supplies such as, water, daggers, food, clothes and gas bombs. Easy to find when you live in a assassin's base hall.
When the day finally came, they were prepared and determined to escape their fathers grasp. The night fell as the creed gathered in the dark woods which provided cover for the ritual. All had to be present, as they could then chose to challenge the winner for the position if they'd see them as unfit.
Stepping in the ring of fire, their determination grew. The crowd cheered as Chara leaped for an attack. They had to pretend to fight for at least before their plan could work.
Loud roaring cheers echoed throught the crowd as their swords clashed, their swings dodged and their attacks calculated.
Everyting was going as planned as they managed to spray some dirt and sand on the flames at every quick turn and every landing.
As predicted by the boys, Gasters eyes were focused solely on Cross. As expected by the three axious brothers, the whole creed seemed to cheer for the oldest, foreshadowing the two youngers, in doing such, leaving them practically invisible to execute the plan without suspicion.
The flame slowly died down in the heat of battle, now low enough for them to jump over.
Chara had hidden their supply bags somewhere in the forest a few days prior, taking only the gas bombs with him to the fight.