The Ties That Bind Us (Feralmafia Love Story)

Last Month

Tomorrow was it. The final collection. Wingdings would be at the park to collect his money, probably come here to kill the boys and yourself, but you all would be there. To fight him. To capture him. To seal him. Everyone would be there to see it, see who the real enemy had been this entire time. The peace may be a little shaky at first, but they would learn quickly that Sans and Papyrus were being used. Speaking of them... Papyrus has been doing everything in his power to stay busy as not to think about tomorrow's events. The past few days Sans had called down from his protective/possessive instincts, but you hadn't been able to find him at all today. You weren't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Especially with how clingy he had been just a few days prior. You had to check on him. Where is Sans?" You felt a familiar tug in your chest. You're soul seemed to know the way, which you supposed made sense since a bit of his magic was infused in it. You just had to follow your soul.

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It ended up leading you up the stairs and to the rooftop access. You found his sitting with his tail dangling off the edge while he took apart and cleaned one of the Pistols. He was staring in the direction of the park, go figure, looking deep in thought. The Skeleton reassembled the gun slowly and carefully before setting it aside. "so tomorrow's the day, eh? everything is gonna go to hell. dings is either going to get sealed away forever or killed." Sans said, equally as slow. "Yeah.." You approached him slowly, sitting down next to him. You'd never heard him call Wingdings 'dings' before. You weren't sure if Sans was going to be able to go through with it. "ya know, that's what dad used to call him... dings. he hated it." Sans readjusted his cuffs. His eyelights never left the city. "the era of mafia should end when he ends. we can make something better than this."
"Mafia means family in your language, right? Are you sure you want to lose that?" Only then did Sans look at you with a serious, but loving, expression. "yes. it's time to start anew. we will still have each other and pap."

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Sans had reassured you. He had resolved to finish this. You knew he still had his worries, but he was burying them now as You intermingled with the paying crowd, Papyrus set up near the traps and Sans hid, feeding his magic into the stone or something like that. It started almost too soon for your liking. A gun went off, Wingdings yelped as the bullet peirced through his clothing. People tried to run, but Wingdings hands held them down. "So you are taking the war to me now? You must be confident." Wingdings growled, stalking towards Papyrus. Papyrus lined up his shot anyway, firing at a twig. The thing snapped, a cage pummeted down towards a highly confused Wingdings. "Hahahahaha, you really think some overgrown animal trap will stop me?!" Wingdings easily teleported out, but Papyrus was gone, the diversion successful. Wingdings immediately found the youngest again, trying to disrupt Wingdings magic. He looked almost amused by this and started towards Papyrus, only to be fired at. His head snapped around to see his weapon... Sans. "stay away from my bro, dings." Sans sneered, pissing off the falling Don. "Don't. Call. Me. That."

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Sans darted away, trying to be careful not to trigger any of the traps. "Stop running, you coward!" Wingdings roared, magic acting irratically. He looked like he was about to go feral himself, honestly. It only became worse when he stepped on a pitfall trap and broke through. His claws tore dangerously at the ground, as he tried to keep from falling into the eight foot hole, but he was only loosening the dirt more. He glowered up at Sans, Sans watched for a startled moment as Wingdings eyelights became slits. He'd never seen another feral before of course it shocked him, but Sans shook that shock off. He had a job to do. Sans pulled the stone out of his pocket, letting it charge with his magic. All he had to do was touch Wingdings with it. Sans used blue magic to pin his feral brother to the dirt wall and reached down with the stone, pleading for it to work. It glowed a shimmering yellow, and got brighter as he made contact with Wingdings skull. The three held their breaths, hoping beyond all hope that it would work.

But it went dark. Wingdings was still there.

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Horror crossed Sans face as the realization hit him. It didn't work. He was still there. He was feral. "everyone run!" Sans barked out as he realized that his blue magic had faltered as well, the feral Wingdings Gaster clutched his arm, trying to pull him down. Sans panicked and pulled back, unsure of what would happen if he was bit and not wanting to find out. It only served to help drag Wingdings out. When Papyrus and [Y/N] realized this, they started to get people moving, Wingdings magic was no longer holding them down since he was feral. Wingdings was Sans problem now and Sans alone. He wasn't going to let his brother or mate get involved. It was feral against feral now and only one of them would walk out of this alive. It had to be Sans for the sake of his brother, his lover, and everyone else who would die by Wingdings hand. When Wingdings was finally up, Sans kicked him to shove him back. It didn't work all that well, but at least his arm was loose from Wingdings hold. He tried to put some distance between him and his older brother before facing him again.