Fells exes- fanfic,undervese au

Revelations

The kitchen was quieter than usual, the soft hum of the refrigerator the only sound cutting through the silence. The exes sat around the table, waiting for something—anything—to break the monotony of their day. Killer leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the doorway. Dust was fidgeting with his phone, tapping absentmindedly on the screen. Cross was still, his eyes flickering from one person to the next, clearly waiting for something to happen. Nightmare, on the other hand, had an air of anticipation about him.

Finally, Nightmare broke the silence with a low chuckle, leaning in slightly as he caught their attention.

Nightmare: "Well, I just got some tea on Fell. Shall I tell you all?"

Dust's eyes lit up instantly, his curiosity piqued. He set his phone down and gave Nightmare his full attention.

Dust: "Do tell, Nightmare. We're all ears."

Nightmare smirked, clearly enjoying the moment of suspense. He took a slow breath before he started speaking, his voice lowering as he leaned in, almost conspiratorially.

Nightmare: "It's said that Papyrus is only so hard on Fell to keep them both safe. You see, Papyrus might act all tough and bully Fell, but it's not just for fun. There's more behind it. Some rumors suggest that Papyrus likes to bully and even abuse Sans—physically, mentally, and emotionally. And that... that's why Sans gets anxious near him."

The room fell still as the words sank in. Killer straightened up, looking towards Nightmare with a mixture of confusion and disbelief. Dust looked thoughtful, his eyes narrowing slightly. Cross, too, seemed to be processing the information, but there was an underlying tension in his gaze.

Killer: "Wait, hold up. Are you telling me Papyrus is actually... abusing Sans?"

Nightmare nodded, his eyes cold with the gravity of what he was sharing.

Nightmare: "That's what the rumors say. It's not just physical abuse, either. It's mental and emotional too. That's why Sans has this... deep-seated anxiety around him. It's not just the size difference or the rivalry. It's because he's genuinely scared of what Papyrus might do. Despite everything, though... Sans just wants his brother to take care of him. To show some kind of care, but that's never happened."

The exes were silent, processing the weight of Nightmare's words. Dust looked troubled, his mind clearly reeling from the thought of what Sans must've endured. Cross leaned forward slightly, his gaze dark as he spoke.

Cross: "But why would Papyrus do that? Why would he abuse his own brother like that? It doesn't make sense."

Nightmare exhaled slowly, his expression darkening as he continued.

Nightmare: "Some people speculate that Papyrus may have battered Sans as a child... that this has been going on for years. Maybe it started as something smaller, and over time, it turned into something far worse. But no matter what the reason is, it's clear that the abuse has scarred him. Sans can't even trust his own brother."

A heavy silence settled in the kitchen. No one knew how to respond. The room felt colder somehow, the weight of this revelation pressing down on them. Killer was the first to speak again, though his voice was quieter than usual.

Killer: "So that's why Fell's so messed up, huh? Why he keeps pushing people away. He's not just worried about his brother being some psycho—he's scared of him. He's been living with that fear for... how long?"

Nightmare didn't answer immediately. Instead, he glanced toward the window, the faintest shadow crossing his face.

Nightmare: "Years. It's been going on for as long as anyone can remember. The abuse, the emotional scars... they're deeply ingrained in Sans. And that's why he acts the way he does. He pushes people away because he doesn't want them to get hurt. And because... deep down, he doesn't believe anyone will ever care enough to protect him from his own brother."

The gravity of the situation hit them all at once. Fell, or Sans as Nightmare had just revealed, wasn't just dealing with a fear of his brother—he was living with the aftermath of years of emotional and physical trauma. Killer, Dust, and Cross exchanged a look, the same understanding passing between them: they hadn't known the full story. They had no idea how deep it went.

Dust: "That's... messed up. No wonder Fell is so broken inside."

Cross: "Yeah. No wonder he pushes us all away. He doesn't want anyone to get close enough to get hurt by Edge, and he doesn't trust anyone enough to take care of him."

Nightmare leaned back, folding his arms with a grim expression.

Nightmare: "Exactly. But maybe there's hope. If he lets someone in, someone who can help him face his fears... maybe he can finally break free from this cycle. Maybe, just maybe, he'll stop feeling like he's got no one left."

Killer scoffed, though his tone was softer than before.

Killer: "Yeah, because we're gonna be the ones to do that, right?"

Nightmare met Killer's gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Nightmare: "Don't be so cynical. It's possible if we try. Maybe we won't be able to change everything, but we could at least start by making him feel like he's not completely alone in this."

Cross finally spoke up, his voice calm but firm.

Cross: "I think it's time we really start talking to Fell. We need to show him he's not as alone as he thinks."

The tension in the room slowly began to lift, though the weight of the conversation lingered. Fell wasn't just a casualty of his own fears—he was a victim of something much darker. And if they were going to help him, they needed to understand the full picture.

But even as they silently agreed to be there for him, one thing was clear: they couldn't let Edge's shadow loom over Fell any longer.

In this chapter, the exes learn the dark truth behind Fell's (Sans') relationship with his brother, Edge (Papyrus). The revelation leaves them shaken but determined to be there for Fell in ways they hadn't before. Let me know if you'd like to explore this further or change the direction!