The Crooked Oak - Undertale Script Book

Chapter Seventy-One: Mellow Decelerate

// aHHahahahHAHhah, Guess Whomst-  Ah, yes, the story here is made out of plot holes- ANYWHO, guess who the hELL is back, boi! I have ignored this story for about half a year, cause I am a useless degenerate with no life, no friends, and no use. Luckily for all of us, I exist anyways. I am a great example of what one should NOT stride to be. Anyways, how are you all? Hope ya'll be doing good. Cause life sucks over here. ( ͡ಥ ͜ʖ ͡ಥ )

* The time taken to think about the message that was presented after the first story was ample. Nightmare knew they had all gotten the message. However, sometimes, it takes  long time for information to seep in. It just takes time. It seemed everything only ever took time, no matter how agonizing it seemed to be. 

* All of the ship children were talking among each other in their own little pods, mainly consisting of other children they were linked to, in one way or another. 

* The sub-derivative AU's were doing the same thing. Just talking among each other, and trying to understand the message. Helping others if they were unable to understand themselves. Nightmare found himself proud, for some odd reason. Paperjam, out of all of the ship children, knew Classic the most, strangely. Even in comparison to Classic's actual ship children. 

*More than likely it was just because the child of Error and Ink often spent his time around Fresh. Fresh, in turn, was also around Classic for substantial amounts of time. 

* In a way, they all kind of had Fresh to thank for this beautiful, and emotional disaster. Fresh had been made a target by Gaster. Gaster had caught him, at some point before Classic was even introduced to the AU's personally. As to why Gaster would have been seeking Fresh's parasite was still a mystery. Now that Nightmare thought about it.... they never even saw the thing when they were exploring that lab...

Dust: *Stepping forward, Dust looks at all of the other Sans's who were sitting in the room. Lightly talking back and forth. This, that and the other. He stood in front of them, seeing as all their presences were held most-like an assembly in a way. Once most of the other AU started to quiet down, others quickly took notice. They too, become silent.*

* The room was now full of staring pinpricks of ample or moderate interest. Looking over them, the hetero-chromatic eyed skeleton quirks a brow-bone. He leans back, though there was nothing to settle his weight into. He waits for everyone to be silent that was in the room, before going to speak.*

Dust: "I guess I should go over experiences I have had. Classic, in a way, is one of the closest pals I have. Most likely it is because he just understands everything so well. Almost always from experience. He has been through a lot. Stuff that I have only had to endure so many times before he broke the cycle. Long enough for me to be formed as an AU." *Dust looks over all of them, before he went to find a chair, pulling it to the front. He was further back than Nightmare was, leaving a good distance between them.* 

Nightmare: *The goop-covered skeleton went to adjust how he was sitting, so he could see Dust as well as the others behind him. He moves out of the way, growing aware he was blocking some of the others views. His tentacles slumped in closer to his back, before retreating into their unknown void.*

Dust: "I have always had a problem with staying happy. Or calm, or content. I am sure most of us have." *Dust started off the conversation again, before closing his eyes, and reflecting on his memories.* "I guess I should talk about the time that he had talked to me. Nightmare already told you about battling inner demons. Allow me to express battling with the demons of regularity and consistency. He has taught me a lot about them."

Eraser: *The Fell version of Ink leans in closer to Reboot, hugging the other as they notice a draft growing in the air. He makes sure to pay attention to Dust though, interested in what the post-homicidal Sans had to say.*

Dust: "Someone like me takes a long time to believe anything. Such as Classic, first coming in to stay with us when we met him for the first time. I am so used to everything, It almost becomes habit to react in a certain way. In a way, Classic has taught me that there is always a hope to change the norm. Or simply a way to make things better."

*The closest Classic-Sans alike sighed, before leaning forward on the chair. He knew a lot of the kids and sub-derivative au's had no idea what his AU was like, or why he was so bad in the first place. Then there were those who did not even know he existed before now.* 

Dust: "My universe is a messed up one. Though it is not the worst in comparison to other au I have seen. In my universe, I am the one who SLAUGHTERED my monster friends. Including my Papyrus. All in hopes of gaining XP and LV in order to kill my scumbag human. I shamelessly murdered them, plain and simple. I followed in the tracks of the normalcy in my universe, and taken to the same moves the human had been making." 

*Dust brings the scarf of his brother even closer to himself. He had not seen the ghost of Papyrus for a long time. Classic had helped him let him go a long time ago. Of course, Dust went back to his AU every once in a while, to keep it from becoming void of his existence, but he did not seek out any monsters he missed during his last genocide route.* 

Dust: "I normally don't care to express myself, but I will be frank with all of you. I feel hopeless all the time. I am a labelled 'Bad Sans' I have that title for a reason. We wen't so long being isolated from the rest of you because of what we were I did not want to event try to change our situation in fear that it would only make OURS worse." 

*Dust gestured around the room, all of the eyes went to the 'Bad AU' bunch from various areas in the room. He stayed silent, before looking to a near door, and mumbling something that went unheard.*

Dust: "The worst fears I have at the moment are losing Classic, and going back to the way that things used to be. I do like being able to talk to more than the few that have KNOWN me the longest and the couple that would respect me, even if they did not agree with what we were or what we had been infamous for doing."

* Some of the ship children thought back to their 'memories' about their parents. Though they had never spent any true time together, there were certain things put into their memories from their respective creators. Stuff that they can understand should be left as it is. Just a memory. Moku, the fan child of Cross and Ink, was one of the many that had reached this conclusion. Though, at the moment, he found himself sitting here with immense disrespect of Ink. He had heard about what the 'maternal' figure had done to Classic. *

Dust: "If you have lived through as many resets as Classic has, you lose hope in anything staying around for long. He has survived decades in a post-genocide universe. The child killing everyone, and escaping. Leaving him to rot. He has even stayed in an empty world for nearly half a century waiting for a reset. Unable to leave, unable to have anyone to comfort him." 

* Silence fell over the room again, a lot of the other Sanses in the room were just contemplating the mere knowledge of being in their universe with no one else in there to keep them company, and no where else to go. There were very few versions of them that had ever had to stay in a world all alone. Geno was one of the few. He knew the pain, to a fault, really.

* A few of the Sanses got closer together, almost shivering at the fact that it seemed so easy to lose each other. It always felt so easy to lose something, and harder than hell to try to gain it, or get it back. * 

Dust: *Leaning forward again, he sighs, looking all of the others in the eye before smiling a little bit* "I am sure that he will be okay. We just need to keep persuading who we wanna be. You don't need to bend over backwards to prove other people right if you wanna be something different. You can be who you want to be, no matter what your AU coding or other peers think." 

* Just before anyone could ask any questions, Science Sans came quickly walking through the door. He stopped in front of the group, Sans human friend following in suit, a pencil behind his ear, and a small beads of sweat on his brow from stress. * 

Sci: "Guys I think we have established some sort of communicative standings with Classic-"

((To be Continued))