The Crooked Oak - Undertale Script Book

Chapter Seven - Your Dreams are as Rotten as you~

// Heyy, maybe I can get another chapter done today? I don't know. However, on a side note, please, do send feedback! ^^ I like listening to other peoples opinions on my works. Even if their opinions are less-than-desirable, I like to hear them because they are expressing their opinions freely. As always, my writing is going to be iffy, so hold on to your seats and prepare for cringe~ 

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Classic: *The blue-clad pun lover was tossing and turning in his sleep. His eye sockets scrunched together as his skull shakes with his movements. The body of his was shaking, something in a dream causing him to take on the physical stability of a leaf. Muttering words of incomprehensible composure, he gasps for air in his slumber

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Classic: *He had woken up in a field of dead flowers. His eyes dark, the area around him was black, stained with the decay of the flowers he had sat on. None of them were standing, all wilted and towering to the side with the weakness of the stem.* What is going on... what... *he went to go and pull the flowers, seeing how weak they were in his bony hands.* Where... am I?

// Any other thoughts that he might have been openly rambling to himself were falling deaf to him. Other than the swaying of petals, and crunching of now rotten foliage. Accompanied by an all too familiar dis-cordial sound of rambled text and watered down static. It was the infamous reason that he was always having trouble with anything if it wasn't the kid. Not like it was always all their fault... //

Classic: I knew it.. you are always behind this shit... show yourself, GASTER. *he turned to the side of himself that he heard the most distortion coming from, a black flower laying on the ground idly in front of his foot seems to spring to life, the petals twirling wildly as the flower seems to melt into ooze* why are you here. You already know that you can't get to where any of the ones you want to get to are at. 

Gaster: You were always such a little fool. As amusing as this all is, I will find a way to get the power I need to destroy your pitiful little world. However, you make it so difficult by always getting in the way. However, there is nothing I can really do here. I have all I need. *there was a menacing grin on his face as he pulls his hands together, smirking and the shorter skeleton.* 

Classic: *There was a growing rumbling in the ground under his legs. The soil separating to make way for magic vines that crawled up through the ground with rumbles slashes* *Sans jumps back as the dangerous plant finished crawling through the ground. His pinpricks dart to the side, where the dangerous skeleton had shifted himself* 

Gaster: You know, there was always something that bothered me, Sans. I have offered that you joined me an endless amount of time, and yet you refused. *He stepped forward, watching as the smaller skeleton dodged the vines coming at him, using his magic to evade the movements* 

Classic: You bastard, you murder, and you kill. You have made that human kill EVERYONE else YOU used to care about so long ago!! Everyone I care for! You have caused their lives to be taken countless times! All you want is the power! *after a long while of dodging, a vine surfaces from below him, and wrapped around his arms, dragging him to the ground* 

Gaster: Oh Sans, you act as though you are a perfect little angel yourself, it really is quite amusing!~ However, as we both know-

Classic: I do know, and I do realize what I have done! However, unlike you, I hated what I became, what I COULD BECOME! I HATE MYSELF! *there was a pause, after that, and the silence went into tears that fell down the cheekbones of the skeleton, who looked away*I hated it with every spec of dust in my being, and I want to make sure that NEVER happens again! I hate that you like hurting others. I HATE THAT YOU HAVE BECOME WHAT YOU HAVE, DAD! LOOK AT YOURSELF!

Gaster: *The older skeleton seemed to look at Sans with mocking, but real pity. His own pinprick darkening as his smile grew afterwards. His black ooze started to wrap around the smaller skeleton, making a black substance bleed onto his bones* Son, I became this, because there is more to my life than being weak. You should have learned the same. You still CAN. If you join me. 

Classic: I would rather be killed by that human than allow myself to go around and kill others for sport like you do! Get the hell out of my head!! *there was a scraping noise as Sans took his phalanges and tried to peel at the inky substance, his fingers practically falling through it only to get caught* 

Gaster: That really is a shame, Sans. Killing really is fun once you get used to it. You should try it and STICK with it sometime. You and the forgiveness to that human that you had was very annoying for the longest time. However, you will always be one thing, and you know well what that one thing is. *he used the vines, and some of his goo trap the rest of Sans's arms, and then wrapped a vine around his neck*  USELESS. You will always be USELESS. Like those many times you failed to protect your brother, and your friends. Like those many times that you let yourself sit there and die. Like those endless times the human has died to spare you the trouble. Like those many times that I have killed you myself. All of those wonderful times. You were always nothing. Will be nothing, and will remain nothing. Because you hold value to absolutely nobody around you. Not really. 

Classic: *his eyes started to water as his neck bones were squeezed, and one of them started to crack. The magic system he had in his body started to glow a faint blue instead of remaining invisible. The air passage he had over his bone was almost squeezed completely together, cutting off his oxygen. His magic started to fritz, appearing again before becoming invisible several times. As if it were a light being switched on and off* 

Gaster: Everyone here, they will abandon you as well, like all of your friends did on that one reset. Where they killed you, just to keep the human alive. You are disposable to them. Now, I too will dispose of you. Get rid of you like the bug you are. Say goodnight Sans, because this is going to be the last time you ever sleep~ 

Classic: *with a choked gasp, he felt the bones in his neck starting to crack under the pressure, and some shifted in the smallest bit in one direction or another. His eyes continued to water as tears fell. He was only here one day, and he might die... unlike his world, this world here can't protect him from Gaster invading his mind in his sleep. Even if it is his dream, he con't control himself...  he was going to turn into dust here, and never be able to actually help the others here that he wanted to help... he really was useless...* *Another few cracks, and a small snap, and there was a pulling feeling of painful gravity, and he felt his thoughts fall from him* 

// so, what should happen in the next chapter? Should someone save him, or should he save himself? The first comment gets to suggest who saves him, if they do. Remember, more than one of the others can save him ^^ If nothing is suggested in the next 12 hours, I will write again on my own ^u^ //