The Crooked Oak - Undertale Script Book

Chapter Twenty-Three: Painful yet Little-Known Equilibrium

// Hahahaah! Here we go on to chapter four! I am here again to pester all of you, my dear readers, and let you know that I will still be making the book where Classic meets my AU's and stuff like that, but I think I should reserve that for when THIS book is done. Because if I start another project, I will most likely forget about this one. Or that one, whichever comes first, you know? Either way, as usual, comment your opinions, I love to read them, positive or negative ^^//

*after just a few more minutes of happy and rather pitiful jokes and laughter, all of them said goodbye to Fresh, before watching him walk to the door, to make sure nothing happened to him while he was outside.* 

Fell: *from the window* I highly suggest that you leave our property, bad guys. I have no qualms about staking ALL of your with my bone attacks. Who knows what the hell you did while he was over there. Not like it is all your fault, he did go over there on his own. 

Fresh: Get your head out of my business. I am back here, and they did nothing to hurt me. I had more fun with all of them in 16 or so hours than I did here in a long time with even half of you guys. Besides, at least they are funny when they are joking around. 

Fell: Yeah, Yeah whatever, get your ass inside. 

Fresh: You are not related to me, I do not follow your orders. 

G! Sans: Fresh, we advised you not to go anywhere last night, yet you still went. Are you dense? Or do you just not care? 

Fresh: *there seemed to be obvious annoyance growing in the multicolored Sans as he grumbled, tightening his hand over the doorknob that he was holding. Any kind of feeling coming from him were just unpleasant and it made Error worry as he looked at his younger brother. Fresh was always more patient than himself, however, when Fresh was worked up, he didn't have his usual 90's lingo, or even normal words. He cussed like a sailor and broke shit.* Listen, here, Fell. I am either going to come back here, and not be patronized by you, or I am going to just head back to where these guys live and stay with them there, because I am tired of your shit.

Fell: Are you fucking for real? You are seriously going to hang around these guys? I just told you that they are dangerous and you are going to stay around them anyway. Are you some kind of moron?! *there was some sort of spite in the voice of the edgy looking skeleton as he growls to himself, shaking in a sort of anger. However, he was stopped by the resident tree Sans, Gaster Sans. The dude was about as tall as an off-brand tower of some kind, and his overall stare was unsettling enough.*

G! Sans: Leave him alone, Fell, he is making his choice. We don't have time to deal with this, we all have a meeting tomorrow. I also need sleep and can't sleep over your incessant yelling because you are a loud mouth. 

Fell: What was that you fucking-

G! Sans: *eye lights up as he looks down at the other, his brow bones furrowing as he leans down over the other a little, looking more intimidating* I suggest you do not finish that. Otherwise we both might not have anything to report tomorrow since I will be burying your dust.

Fell: *backs off a little, before grabbing a bone attack, and looking up at the other, his eye glowing a more intense red* or I will be flushing your dust down the toilet, you fucking skyscraper.

// Everyone was watching the scene unfold, for all things holy, these guys were at each others throats and making threats that seemed like they were going to become true in a matter of seconds. There was literally no easing of tension between the two Sans's up in the window as they kept staring at each other, holding their dominance that they thought they had asserted. However, they were unaware they both simply looked stupid. Classic was appalled. Was this really how they treated each other here? Did they really threaten each other like that?*