Roses are Red, Gunpowder is Gray (Undertale Fanfic)

Wish Upon a Star

Your phone ringing off and on throughout the day was something you were used to, answering it with a quick professional greeting was second nature until you could determine if it was someone you knew personally.

You couldn't have been more surprised when you picked up the phone to hear a very, very young sounding voice.

"Hey, is this that rich lady who was on the cover of vanity fair today? Her website said this was her number."

"...ummm...perhaps." You replied hesitantly, feeling a small amused smile curl at your lips. You had never gotten a call like this before, so you said your name, laughing when the child reported back that 'it was the rich lady.'

"And to whom am I speaking?" You asked.

"I'm just relaying a message for a friend that can't speak sometimes...they want to know about the monsters you had with you in one of the pictures." The child said and your smile dropped.

"Really?" You asked softly, ready to hang up.

"Yeah...they wanna talk to Sniper or...I don't know that word, spell it slower...R-O-U-L-E-T-T-E."

"Look, I'm sorry but there really busy I can't bother them right now." You started, to say, but they kept talking,

"Wait, they said to just tell them it's...puppy? no...Little pup, if you tell them it's little pup they will want to speak to them." The first child rushed, before another voice spoke up, sounding so small and desperate,

"Please." It whispered over the line, sounding like it would break them if you said no.

"...I can ask." You replied, laying the receiver down on the table and poking your head out of the office, more often then not one or more of the skeletons stuck close to you while you were working, luckily it was Sniper and Carbine today.

"Sniper," You started, bracing yourself when his fuzzy eye lights turned to you. "I'm sorry to bother you with this, but there's...a little pup on the phone for you?" You asked hesitantly, watching in wonder as those fuzzy little pin pricks of light sharpened into glittering stars and his jaw fell open.

"I...WHAT...THAT'S-" He stuttered, before rushing past you, yelling louder than you had ever heard him for Roulette to come downstairs as he rushed into the office. It was a bit of a shock watching bright white tears collect in the corner of the normally stoic man's eyes as he picked up the receiver and hesitantly asked, "PUP?

"Sniper?" Roulette asked, rushing into the room and pushing you behind him, breathing hard from running down the stairs.

"IT'S LITTLE PUP!" Sniper replied enthusiastically, scooting over and leaning down so that they could both crowd around the receiver.

"No way...kid?" Roulette asked, smiling just as wide as he leaned against his brother, "Hey there kid, how did you pull this one off...you didn't, really? That's smart kid, really smart." He replied to something on the other end with a proud smile and your stomach bottomed out. They were so happy to hear from this little kid, and images of families being ripped apart danced through your head. Was this another sibling? Did one of them have a child? What were the laws about buying and selling monster children? You wondered glumly, before Sniper's smile dropped.

"OH...OH PUP I DON'T KNOW...I CAN..." He trailed off, turning to look at you. He passed the receiver to Roulette and he took two purposeful strides in your direction, before falling to his knees, "BOSS, PLEASE, THERE BEGGING TO SEE US, PLEASE I WON'T EVER ASK FOR ANYTHING ELSE IF YOU WILL JUST LET US GO SEE THEM?" He begged, those sharp diamond white eye lights boring into your eyes pleadingly.

"...Sniper...get up please." You replied, stiffly. When his face crumpled, you grabbed his hands and gently guided him up, "You don't have to beg Sniper...just tell me where there at." You said, not expecting to be pulled into a crushing hug.