Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 50: Do We Believe Them?

fun level 74 Original MC Sans and Frisk

Parallel Sans looked toward the watch on his bony arm. Fitting into his old clothes felt nice again. His old coat gave him such a good, nostalgic feeling. Like, when the world was right. He had prepared himself mentally for what would happen soon, and he wasn't going to let Gaster screw anything up. He bet although they were different, that Sans would be asking Gaster for some kind of help. Manipulating the wish. He would have.

Gaster didn't like to come out in person as often to those who knew him, but the timeline machine didn't hold things back, and he had to do this right and get back home. Frisk and him were almost in the clear.

"Looking for someone, Pal?"

Oh. Shit. Screw his parallel self then, he had to-

"Not so fast!" Papyrus grabbed him before he teleported away. "You go anywhere, I go too!"

"That's . . . not a bad thing, Pap," Parallel Sans said. "Don't tempt me." He felt his other self's bony hands grab him from behind, holding him tight.

"After Gaster, huh? Right before you manipulate Frisk and me? Again?" His voice was thick and choppy with pain. "I know you took my kids. Give them back, now!"

How the hell? "Every timeline is a little different. Crap."

"Call your Frisk," Sans grinded his teeth as he tightened his grip on him. There was no way they would be manipulated by him again. Once Sans and Papyrus shared the news with Gaster, he finally met them in real person. As his skeleton self. He had no kind of technology close to what the other him had used, but Gaster assured them that if he did have a timeline machine, he'd go after him since he was so close to completing the wish manipulation.

Sans didn't want to get Frisk's hopes up, but he had her nearby. Those were their kids, and there was nothing that was going to stop him from getting them back.

"Geez. You know, I never listened to Papyrus," Parallel Sans said. "He always said I ruined things in the end. I don't even know what to tell you, other me. Except, I'm you, and I was trying to make it easier. Tried to give you something that I didn't have."

"You never gave me anything." Sans voice was thick as brick as he pulled him even harder. "You just took away. I don't care about your future, about you, or your barrier problems. I want my kids back."

"I do too. That's why I did it." Parallel Sans practically growled. "I paid it forward, like the one before me wanted."

"Yeah, yeah. Other parallel selves roaming around," Sans muttered. "I already ran into another two. They were Frisk's pets."

"Frisk's . . . pets?"

"Yeah, and you know what? They weren't very talkative either. But hey, I'm a reasonable guy." He gestured toward Papyrus to fetch Gaster's closet door. They walked along the carpet, getting nearer to it.When Papyrus opened it, the dog and cat were lying low against the ground, each tied to a beam in the closet. "I haven't killed them yet."

"Pets?" Parallel Sans just looked confused. "Why did we ever turn into pets? The timelines can't go that far. Even Gaster hasn't come up with a way to do that."

"Yeah, chit chat? Not helping." Sans gripped him by the neck as he turned around. His eye pulsed a strange blue glow. Behind him, Papyrus grabbed his back. "My kids. I want my kids, and I don't want to see any kind of version of me for anything ever again. If I decide to let you go."

"Which probably won't happen," Gaster said as he entered the room. He kept Frisk beside him. "Is she here yet?"

"Call out to her. Get this fixed."