After a close friend of (Y/N)'s introduces them to their 'Skunkles', they quickly hit it off due to their mutual distrust of humans and disdain of humanity. This...Skunkle then introduces our dear protagonist to a group of his closest friends, one o...
This chapter is short, and only serves as a bridge for the Halloween special. It is canonical. It will be told in an odd POV; I'm not even sure what to call it.
Dust was berated the moment (Y/N) entered the bathroom. Horror care deeply for both, and eventually had calmed down and apologized. When he asked for an explanation, Dust shot off something like accidentally touching SOULs, which Horror had gotten secondhand embarrassment from. The two stopped talking and waited for (Y/N) to leave the shower. When they did, Horror told both about something special coming up.
Dust and (Y/N) were soon left to their devices, where the two decided that they should stay as friends. Dust was disappointed, considering he enjoyed the intimate moment with the human. (Y/N), on the other hand, saw Dust as nothing more as a friend. They'd gone a bit too far in messing around- that was all. While neither had concrete feelings, the decision left both a bit dissatisfied and awkward. They had parted way, retreating to different areas of the castle.
~Back to (Y/N)'s POV~
I walked around the dizzying castle, feeling a bit light headed. I suddenly realized why: there was a high pitched ringing tone echoing through the halls. It abruptly stopped, leaving me dazed and confused. What was that? The walls began shaping and melting, showing me something completely different. Everything was warped, covered in dust. "Hello?" I called. The walls no longer echoed, but were now flat. Something behind me groaned, causing me to spin around. It was this...weird conglomerate of...something. Wait.
Upon looking closer, it appeared that it was Sans and Papyrus fused together. But not my Sans and Papyrus- no, these were a little different. The weird mix of skeleton reached out. My instinct was to run, but something walked through me. A small child in a striped sweater, reminiscent of Frisk's, took the creature's hand, offering a smile and some kind words: "Come on, guys. Let's go eat some spaghetti and then take a nap." I called out to them, but the skeletons didn't seem to notice. The human turned to me, making direct eye contact. They squinted before shrugging and walking off with the amalgamate.
The noise was back, making me dizzy. The walls shifted back and in the place of the amalgamate was Nightmare, looking more angry than concerned. "What the hell are you doing?" I groaned and leaned on the wall, starting to get upset. "Who knows? I saw this thing and it freaked me out." "You are of no use, I hope you're aware. You've yet to prove yourself. Not to mention you're weakening two of my best henchmen." Nightmare's tentacle wrapped itself around my throat, pulling me towards him and glaring.
His voice was now a whisper, albeit an angry one. "You also have some very sensitive information. You're more use to me dead than alive." I started feeling my toes and fingertips numbing, trying to claw the tentacle away. "Cυƚ ƚԋαƚ συƚ, ყσυ ϝɾҽαƙ. (Y/N) ʝυʂƚ ɳҽҽԃʂ ƚɾαιɳιɳɠ. Wҽ ԃιʂƈυʂʂҽԃ ƚԋιʂ." Nightmare winced slightly and put me down. Immediately I was gasping for air as Error began yelling at Nightmare, who seemed less than completely apologetic. The two walked back over, letting me shoot a glare at Nightmare.
"(Y/N), ԋσɯ ɯσυʅԃ ყσυ ϝҽҽʅ αႦσυƚ ʅҽƚƚιɳɠ ɱҽ ƚɾαιɳ ყσυ ιɳ ƈσɱႦαƚ? I'ɱ ʂυɾҽ ყσυ ɯσυʅԃ Ⴆҽ αႦʅҽ ƚσ ρυɳƈԋ ƚԋҽ ʂԋιƚ συƚ σϝ ƚԋιʂ ɱσɾσɳ ιɳ ʅҽʂʂ ƚԋαɳ α ɯҽҽƙ." I smirked, nodding. "Yes, please, Error!" Error chuckled and opened a glitched portal, letting me through. Nightmare leaned for a kiss, but Error walked through, leaving his boyfriend looking almost like a kicked puppy. As the portal closed, Error summoned neon threads, connecting from his cheek bones to his hands.
"Aʅɾιɠԋƚ, ԋαʋҽ ყσυ ϝιɠυɾҽԃ συƚ SOUL ɯҽαρσɳɾყ ყҽƚ?" "What's...SOUL weaponry?" "Iƚ'ʂ Ⴆαʂιƈαʅʅყ υʂιɳɠ ყσυɾ SOUL'ʂ ɱαɠιƈ ƚσ ƈɾҽαƚҽ α ɯҽαρσɳ ʂρҽƈιϝιƈ ƚσ ყσυ. Sιɳҽ ԋυɱαɳʂ ɳσ ʅσɳɠҽɾ υʂҽ ɱαɠιƈ ιɳ ყσυɾ ɯσɾʅԃ, I ԃιԃɳ'ƚ ҽxρҽƈƚ ɱυƈԋ ҽʅʂҽ. Tԋιɳƙ σϝ Hσɾɾσɾ'ʂ αxҽ σɾ Cɾσʂʂ'ʂ ƙɳιʋҽʂ; ƚԋσʂҽ αɾҽ ɠσσԃ ҽxαɱρʅҽʂ. Mιɳҽ αɾҽ ɱყ ʂƚɾιɳɠʂ." I nodded, thinking to how I remember Sans suddenly having his axe appear out of thin air. "How...do I do it?" Error chuckled and used his strings to tie up my SOUL.
"Tԋҽɾҽ αɾҽ ƚɯσ ɯαყʂ ƚσ ɠҽƚ α SOUL ɯҽαρσɳ: σɳҽ ιʂ ƚσ ϝσɾƈҽ ιƚ συƚ ƚԋɾσυɠԋ Ⴆɾυƚαʅ ƚσɾƚυɾҽ ɯԋιʅҽ ƚԋҽ σƚԋҽɾ ιʂ ƚσ ϝαƈҽ ʂσɱҽƚԋιɳɠ ყσυ'ɾҽ ԋσρҽʅҽʂʂ αɠαιɳʂƚ. OႦʋισυʂʅყ, ɳҽιƚԋҽɾ ιʂ α ɠσσԃ σɳҽ." "O-Oh," I said, suddenly feeling fear. "I ɱҽαɳ, I ɱιɠԋƚ αʂ ɯҽʅʅ ʂƚαɾƚ ƚԋҽ ƚσɾƚυɾҽ, ɾιɠԋƚ? Aƈƚυαʅʅყ, ԋσɯ αႦσυƚ ɯҽ ϝιɠԋƚ? Tԋҽɳ ყσυ'ʅʅ ɠҽƚ α ԃιɠɳιϝιҽԃ ԃҽαƚԋ." While Error's tone remained the same, his words felt different. Like they weren't his. Nonetheless, he began firing odd skulls at me. I ran and dodged as best I could, but I was hit most of the times.
As a few more of these magical attacks charged up, true despair shot through me. Next a bright light, and... "Tԋҽɾҽ ɯҽ ɠσ! Oԋ, I ԃιԃɳ'ƚ ɱҽɳƚισɳ ҽxƚɾҽɱҽ ϝҽҽʅιɳɠʂ σϝ ԃҽʂραιɾ αʅʂσ ƈαυʂҽ ƚԋҽ ɱαɠιƈ ƚσ ƚɾιɠɠҽɾ. Iϝ I ƚσʅԃ ყσυ, ιƚ ɯσυʅԃɳ'ƚ ԋαʋҽ ɯσɾƙҽԃ. Sσɾɾყ ϝσɾ ƚɾιƈƙιɳɠ ყσυ, ƙιԃ." I gasped, looking at the long, almost angelic sword. Imagine Caliburn from Ao No Exorcist! (image will be at the end, don't worry kiddos) I held the sword, feeling my body accept it as one. It was like another part of me.
Error summoned a smaller version of what he had before, smiling kindly. "Nσɯ, ɠσ αԋҽαԃ αɳԃ ʂʅαʂԋ ιƚ. Tɾყ ƚσ ɠҽƚ ƈσɱϝσɾƚαႦʅҽ ʂɯιɳɠιɳɠ ιƚ αɾσυɳԃ." I slashed at the miniature blaster, slicing it clean in half and reducing it to a poof of dust. We continued on like this. Not for hours, or days. For weeks. Besides, we had big plans coming up on Halloween.
Here's Caliburn, the sword of Arthur Aguste Angel!
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