A Glitch In Time (An Undertale Story)// DISCONTINUED

Chapter Eight: Wolf (Part 1)

"Father...I don't know what you mean...seeing the furture? Isn't that a bit far-fetched?" I asked, denial clear in my voice. I raked a hand through my static-y hair, only to find it coated in a cold sweat.

"No, Astra, it's actually quite plausible," he responded, not bothering to speak telepathically, but rather in sign language. A form of speaking we've settled with until I have mastered the Wing Ding language. He claimed that speaking in my mind so often as of late was draining his magic and energy more quickly than usual. "I've always suspected that unicorns had powers beyond what other monsters have. For example, the ability to fly. There are few monsters out of the thousands of breeds that can fly, including creatures that levitate just a foot or two off the ground. Unicorns have been rumored to fly to great heights, without any means of wings." He paused momentarily to push up his spectacles. "However, to accommodate that ability, your human body fused with the soul of a unicorn needed to grow such appendages. So, future sight is not completely out of the question."

I sighed, but my breath caught in my throat mid-breath.

"Wait, did you say 'rumored'...?" I asked, hoping I had misheard Father. 

"Well..." he began, looking down at his unscuffed, professional-looking shoes. "I will admit...I was unsure. Unicorns went extinct long ago. However, my grandfather managed to salvage one of their souls before it cracked and the creature turned to dust. So, he passed it down to my father when he became King Asgore's royal scientist, who responded in kind to me." He sighed. "I had no idea how your soul or the unicorn's was going to react. However, when I saw you just lying in the field by Mount Ebott, I was determined to try and save you. If I had any other souls at my disposal at the time, I probably would've used any other than the unicorn's." I could hear an indescribable emotion in his tone. Like...distaste mixed with disappointment? "That soul was very valuable to me, a family heirloom, even. But..." He waltzed over to me, gently enveloping my body in an awkward embrace. "My daughter is more important to me than any sort of scientific research."

I could feel tears pickling the corners of my eyes as I hesitantly hugged him back. I burried my face into his shoulder, wetting his labcoat with my tears. "Thank you, Father..." I muttered muffledly.

However, our heart-warming hig was interrupted when a vibrating movement came from Father's coat pocket. He sighed and pulled away, pulling out a little, black and buzzing box out of his chest pocket. He flipped open the top of the box, causing me to flinch in surprise.

"Father, what is that?" I asked curiously. I could feel him glance up at me and I saw his shoulders bounce slightly with a silent chuckle.

"It's a cellphone, Astra." He said, handing said device to me. "It's like a mobile telephone."

"Ohhh..." I awed in realization. I've heard of telephones, but my family didn't have the kind of money to afford one. Nor did much of anyone in my past village. I squinted my eyes as the smooth, glassy screen lit up, stating that somebody that goes by the name "ONYX" was calling. Before I coud do anything else, Father swiped the "cellphone" away from me, pushed a vibrant green button, and held the phone up to where his ear would be...if he had any, that is.

"Hello, this is Doctor Gaster. With whom am I speaking to?" He declared in his ever formal voice. I heard a male's voice on the other line. From the pitch of it, I could tell he was fairly young. Late teens to early twenties, I guessed. However, I couldn't make out what the stranger was saying. Whatever he was saying, it caused a wide grin to stretch across Father's face. "Oh, please do! I have a few others that'd be excited ro meet you all, as well!" He said, excitement in his tone. The man spoke once again. "Yes, alright. See you soon." Father replied, removing the cellphone from his "ear" and pressing a red button before sliding the device back into his pocket.
"Who was that?" I asked, not noticing until now that I was holding the edge of my bed in a death grip.

"That was an old friend of mine, Onyx," Father responsed. "He and his wife, Jewel, recently had a child. I figured that you, 104 and 105 would like to meet them." He strode over to my desk where he picked up a pile of clothes. Huh, he must have brought those in earlier. He handed me the folded, black dress with a pair of black heels on top...like the putfit from my vision. "But I figured you'd like to get dressed in actual clothing first."

I took the clothes, but frowned. "Father...?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, child?"

I bit my lip, looking at the ground. "Would...you mind calling the skeleton brothers Sans and Papyrus?"

He chuckled. "Of course, Astra? What made you choose those names?"

"I-In my dream. It's what I called them. The short, big-boned one is Sans, while the tall and lean one is Papyrus."

Father nodded before he left. I wonder what was so special about the Onyx guy...

(A/N)
Hey, guys! I am so, so sorry that this took so long to make and how short this was! I've had so mich stuff going on lately, and was planning on waiting until school was out. However, some people (*violent coughing* Shadowheartstar RaZdahooman) helped give me the motivation to write another chapter!  Or, part of one, anyways. Well, pkease check out Shadowheartstar 's story, "A Fallen Diamond" ! It's amaze!
~Pepper~