Forgotten Phoenix (New Purpose Sequel)

Chapter 15- Similarities

(~Honey's POV + Time Skip~)

"Not everything is about offense, Roman!" Blue instructs him. Roman growls slightly at the comment. A line of fire coated bones sprouts up from the snow, targeted towards my brother. Blue smoothly dodges it. Over the course of the battle, Roman's gotten weaker and slower. He's focused more on using his magic rather than strategy. His actions are based more on impulse. "I beat the kids at school doing it my way and I can beat you too! Just watch me!" Roman snaps, earning an arched eyebrow from Blue. "You forget that I'm not a child." Blue says sternly. A group of three blasters spawns from behind him, firing at my nephew. Roman's pupils shrink as he dives face first into the snow to avoid them. I wince.

'That's gotta hurt.'

With watching the two spar in the woods behind the house, I'm quite shocked. I never realized my bro was such a good trainer. I do suppose Sans has matured a lot, in both his strategies and his magic. I wouldn't be surprised if Alphys made him a guard now. That's all he ever wanted. If only he'd just show her. The past few days, he's been avoiding her. His main focus is on taking care of Y/N and the kids.

Y/N is seated down in the snow beside me and Serif is on the other side of her. "L-L-Listen to y-your uncle, Pumpkin! He's t-trying to help you!" She sighs, speaking in a lower voice towards me, "He u-u-used t-to t-think things through more. I-I don't u-understand what's going on with him these p-past few days. I-I s-suppose it's just the n-n-nerves from all the changes." "He's not focusing on having fun like he used to... All he cares about is being better than everyone else." Serif hugs his knees close to him. "He's not normally like this?" I ask. Y/N shakes her head and wraps an arm around Serif, "I'll h-have to talk to him later and s-s-see what's going on."

More growls and screams come from Roman as he continues to lose against Sans. Seeing it only made Y/N and Serif grow more worried. I turn away from watching momentarily and try to think of ways I can lift the mood. "So why's his nickname Pumpkin?" Both Y/N and Serif look to me. Y/N rolls her eyes with a smile, "This is the s-second t-time I've discussed nicknames with you." I smirk, "Oh really? So you shouldn't have a problem with me asking. Let me guess, his eyes are orange so you just went down the colored food route." Y/N playfully smacks my shoulder, laughing softly. That laughter is exactly what I want. "ACTUALLY- I call him P-Pumpkin b-because of his a-addiction to eating cinnamon. I-I got s-s-strong a-autumn vibes and of c-course c-cinnamon is an ingredient in p-pumpkin spice." She says her last comment really fast, "A-Also his eyes are o-orange s-so I-I went down the c-colored food route." Her and Serif laugh together while I smile in disbelief.

"Wait wait wait- Back up. You said he eats cinnamon? Like, literally??? That stuff chokes people." Now it's Serif's turn to roll his eyes as he says in an exaggerated manner, "My brother eats it straight out of the container with a spoon. Tried the cinnamon challenge more than once and it has no effect on him. Mama always got so mad at him when we ran out at the cafe." Y/N smiles at me, explaining, "We literally h-had to b-buy a l-lock for the spice cabinet."

I burst into a loud fit of laughter, "SouNDs likE yoU hAvE youR hAnDS FuLL." "Don't t-t-think y-your stash is safe. Most days, R-Roman mixes it w-with h-honey too and d-d-drinks the stuff." I look at her with wide eyes, saying in shock, "NO HE DOESN'T-" Y/N only smiles and nods in response.

'Oh stars, we'll have to buy enough honey for two.'

"Congrats, proud dad. Y-Your s-son takes after y-you." "I can't blame him. The stuff is liquid gold." I reply to her. I get a sarcastic "Mhm" from the both of them. I stare at Serif with a mischievous dad smile.

'You're next.'

He lasts two seconds before clinging onto his mother, "MaMAaA..." "Pap, d-don't look at him like t-that. H-He h-has no interest in your honey-drinking c-c-cult." I wheeze at her words.

"Okay, fine. But don't you agree we must treat both twins equally?"
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"Yes?... And?"
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"So? What is Serif's deep and dark secret?

Y/N looks to Serif with a smile, "Hmmm, w-well I do know one~" He looks away from her gaze, embarrassed as (s/c) blush covers his face. Y/N pets his skull while turning her head back to me. "You see.. H-He takes after y-your side of t-the family." I am severely let down by the vagueness behind her comment. "Well I thought that would be obvious. Unless I'm not the father-" Y/N punches my arm. "OW!" I yelp.

'Okay maybe I deserved that.'

She huffs loudly, flashing me a quick (s/c) magic induced glare that relays the message that I should never say that again. I smile nervously and rub the back of my neck. "Okay, let me try that again. Can you maybe give me a little more information than that? I'm pretty sure the twins take after us both." Y/N turns to Serif, "W-What d-do you think? Y-You want to s-s-show Dad?" I feel butterflies in my soul every time she refers to me as a dad. I know I haven't known the twins for long but I surely hope I can be a good father to them.

'Wait- Show me what?'

I'm again confused at the situation. I know the kid inherited my soul disability but he's got a soul like Y/N's. Also, I can clearly tell he's a Mama's boy. In this scenario, it's easy to assume that he takes after Y/N in most if not all aspects.

"I don't know.." Serif whispers and nuzzles his face into Y/N's arm. Y/N lets out a small exhale before comforting him, "It's o-okay. Y-You d-don't have to if you don't w-want to. Magic is hard for you anyways." "He's got magic?" I say. Y/N gives me a look that clearly says 'Now you're starting to sound like an idiot.'

'Okay... So Serif has magic that is connected to our family.. I'm still missing how using bones and blasters has to be such a big secret for him.'

A loud crunch of snow comes from the area in front of us. I turn to see Roman on top of my brother. In his hands is one of Blue's bone staffs. He's got his hands on both ends, forcefully pushing it against Sans' ribcage. I start to get worried.

'It's a kid, Bro. Why haven't you pushed him off?'

That's when I see the kid's eyes. They've switched to rings of dark red. "You will not beat us again." He growls, sounding unnatural. "LeT Go, RomAn!" My brother growls a warning. I can imagine how much pressure his ribs are under. I blink and that's when I see Roman has been replaced with Frisk. Their smile unhinges even more as they laugh at his words. They raise one hand in the air. In their hand is a blood and dust covered blade. I don't like this situation anymore.

'N O P E-'

I snap my fingers, turning the kid's soul blue. I push my hand forward and watch them go flying into the trunk of a tree. There's the sound of a loud crack and Y/N looks forward. "Roman??? ROMAN-" She stands up abruptly and running towards the tree. I blink again. Roman's eyes are completely dark and his body limp. Blue is finally able to sit up, but his pupils are small and white with panic, "ROMAN!"

My brother then looks to me with the same expression, "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!"

'WhAT? I'm SURe iT WaS-..'

I look at my shaking hands. Serif backs away from me, whining and crying in fear. They didn't see what I saw. Yet, the mistake is still clear as day, I just attacked my own son.