Feralverse Short Stories

Epicferal (Backstory)

"The experiment is a failure. The item keeps rejecting the host. And yet, for the life of me, it will not allow me to get close. Sans is only getting more aggressive. The more I try to retrieve the eye. Perhaps a side effect of trying to plant it into his skull in the first place. Oh, well. Sans must sleep eventually, and when he does, I will have to retrieve it then." Gaster stopped the recording and tucked it away with his other 'experiment logs' before looking back into the kennel Sans was in. The pitiful thing was on all fours, swiftly pacing the length of the cage. The eye illuminated Sans face, bright and sickly yellow with a small, barely noticeable purple slit in the center. Sans panted and growled, clearly distressed after the procedure, yet too feral to sit still as his good eye - also a golden slit- twitched around, looking for a threat. Every time it landed on Gaster, Sans would brace himself, his body going rigid as he growled in warning for Gaster to stay away before his pacing began anew. It was an abnormal behavior for one so lost in instinct. Gaster couldn't afford to stop observing.

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When Sans did finally sleep, it wasn't for long. Gaster was about to step in to give him a sedative when Sans lunged up with a howl-like yelp and tried to bite at nothing. Gaster had to back away quickly as Sans focused on him and lunged at the linked mesh, then began to pace once more. Around and around. "How interesting..." The observations continued, even though he knew he really couldn't stay much longer. Once the news got out about what he'd been doing to Sans, to Frisk, they would arrest him, but this was too interesting to ignore. The eye was doing something to Sans, some sort of psychological attack when he tried to sleep. Perhaps Gaster would let Sans keep it after all. Allow for him to try and control its power. Or maybe he would become dust in his attempts. Gaster supposed that it was something worth finding out once he was out of trouble. The Royal Scientist finally left the building, turning out the lights so that all Sans had left for visibility was the sickly yellow glow as he moved back and forth, back and forth.

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Sans had never seen such monsters as he did within his nightmares, but he was pretty sure he was getting a handle on the eye's magic. If he could master it, maybe it would stop hijacking his body and he could move on with his life. Sans had a brother to check on, a job to do, people to protect. This eye his father planted in his skull was just another obstacle that he had to face. Along with Gaster himself. Sans believed that these nightmares were a step to controlling it. Every time he slept, he managed to find a way to beat a few more of those beasts. Whenever he was awake, all he could do was watch. Watch Alphys find him in this sorry and feral state. Get transferred to one of those feral houses. Watch friends and family come and go while he was more or less imprisoned in the facility and treated like a caged animal. Soon, though, soon Sans would have control of this eye and himself. He just had to be patient a little while longer and keep fighting for his soul. He was close. He could feel it.

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Sans felt sick with sedatives when he finally overcame the eye. It must not have been long since his caretakers had come in to clean up... or perhaps he'd had visitors in the form of Papyrus or his coworkers. Regardless of the reason, Sans was done here and he didn't intend to come back as he took a shortcut home. He crashed on his bed to sleep off the rest of whatever drug had been forced into his magic before he took a shower and got dressed. There was a scar where Sans must've tried to claw the eye out at some point. Well, it gave him a reason to keep his socket closed. "hey, papy bruh, ya downstairs?" His tail snagged his coat as he peeked down over the mezzanine. Papyrus stared right back up at him, before dropping and shattering the plate of food he was carrying and launching himself up the stairs. "BROTHER, YOUR BACK!!! YOU'RE OK!!!" Sans chuckled and held on for dear life as he was picked up for a hug. "yeah, heh. sorry for taking so long, bruh..." He was ok with this, though. He missed Papyrus hugs.

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It only took a week for Sans, well, actually he preferred Regal these days, to settle back in. He was elected as the New Royal Scientist, seeing as he was Gaster's son and he was pretty cool with this. It gave him more resources in which to hunt his missing father and strengthen his already powerful attacks. Plus he could help the kingdom out, rather than harm it like his father had. Gaster had Frisk and the Save File on his side. Gaster would be hard to beat, but Regal would find a way. He was only an obstacle, after all. The last thing keeping the kingdom from peace. "Regal, darling, here are the results from the last test." Regal grinned at Mettaton as he took them. "thank you, bruh. preesh." The results looked promising. With his Feral Blasters, he'd be able to storm Gaster's bunker in Snowdin, hopefully catch him off guard before he could fight back. He had to try.

Regal screamed and howled and fought as Gaster took his eye back. Regal knew he was done for, but no! He refused! For his AU, he had to keep fighting and attacked Gaster, biting into his leg. It was the last thing he remembered before the Feral Blasters were turned on him.

To be continued~