Fanfics from Undertale (One Shot)

The value of a good friend |Fanfic (one shot)

In the middle of smiles and laughter, where all the joy was the characteristic of the situation. All the monsters left their houses with boxes as cargo to follow the same path that would take them to the castle of Asgore and I get towards freedom. The news that the human had broken the barrier that for years, I separate both races; Humans and monsters, ran like ash to the top of the subsoil.

Everyone was happy ... except one, which already removed the "all" and was added by a "Almost all".

With large, pessimistic eyes and decorated with large dark circles, he watched as each one embraced one another or as if they were talking and then moving away with the boxes in their arms or rakes with them. His blinks were slow as his breathing, he could not see the colors they saw and even the positive feelings before the action of the human, were going to his own grave.

He would stay here, safe and sound. Even if he stayed alone ... he would be out of danger.

His big ears involuntarily moved to every thing that made sound, and came to a moment when both turned back. Forcing him to twist half a body.

"Where are your things?"

He asked a soft voice, and when faced, saw a long orange robe that ended with black legs and began with a head of the same orange color, decorated with a horn on each side that were thrown back and where his eyes were large crosses .

-Oh, it's you. Jester ... hello. "He whispered and then turned his back on her.

"You still have not answered my question," he insisted, putting himself at his side.

"You know that all I have is my scarf, that's all."

The silence between the two I board, only letting both the nature and the words of others fill them. Snowdin, being a small town, the last inhabitants moved away and thus, leaving behind the two, until a flapping of wings caught their attention and then, to see how a great bird of great dimensions stood right in front of them.

-What are you doing here? They are all gone, you are only you. "He said with seriousness then raised an eyebrow .- Are you coming?

With that question, the mouse opened its eyes wider and decided to speak first until it was interrupted.

"Yes, we will." Jester answered with a slight smile.

"But I did not." He was braked again.

"But he does not ... he can not leave without first saying goodbye to this wonderful place." "Excuse me." "We only need a few minutes, and we will, please, Snowdrake.

The orange jester leaned his head toward the mouse to keep quiet, which he reluctantly accepted. The bird raised its head and inflated its chest, looking at them with some superiority, until it was stopped by a voice.

"Come on, Snowdrake! Let's do a race!" Another green bird called. "The last one is a rotten egg!"

With laughter, he began to flutter faster, making the bluish growl.

"Bob, that's a trap!" He shouted, then turned back to the two individuals. "Okay, I'll give you ten minutes, that's all. When you arrive, you will meet with Sans, he will take you with the others.