Undertale: Soul String (Multiship) [DISCONTINUED!]

Chapter 9: With A True Smile

A panicked knock was heard at the door of Life's house, surprising the reading female goat.

Placing her book and reading glasses down on the table next to her couch, she proceeds to stand up walk towards the door, “Who is it?”, her calm voice echoes through her small comfy and flowery house, as she made it to the living room Life began to walk to the door, hearing heavy panting and sniffling, Life opens her door, to see death himself, looking grim and saddened, with another skeleton, he had a red scarf, and a red gash sprawled across his chest, her eyes drifted to something the said skeleton was holding, another skeleton, but Life knew him as Destruction, the God of destruction was at her door, all bruised, beaten up, and blood dripping off him.

“O-Oh my! What happened?!! Please come in! I'll get him treated right away!”, Life rushed towards the kitchen, panicking and scrambling to find the first aid, all while Geno quickly set his little brother down on the couch, the red blood bleeding from the little victim staining the cream colored couch.

After a while, Life had rushed back in with an emergency kit in her hands and an emergency oxygen kit bag in her other, as then she quickly set the kits next to her in front of the skeleton, while the other two skeletons moved back to let her do her thing, Life quickly set the oxygen tank kit up and put it on the bleeding skeleton, his uneven breath slowly but surely evening out.

While Life was doing her best, healing and tending the little skeleton, even going as far as attaching IV drips on the dying skeleton, the older couldn't help but be in the brick of tears, his soul aching, having the feeling of his Soulstring tightening and aching, his soul filled with hope for the life of his little brother.

“Geno...”, a deep voice cut off the trains of thought the little one had, making the skeleton with the red scarf looking up at the taller, placing a hand on his shoulder the reaper comforted the little one, “Don't worry, Life knows her stuff, she can save him just in time...”, with teary eyes, the skeleton known as Geno glances at the ground with guilt, then back up at the grim reaper, “Come on, she'll call us once he wakes up... We've got someone to talk to...”, when the sudden voice turned darker and grimmer, it sent a small shiver up the skeleton's backbone, yet, he agrees and wipes his own tears, his soul brimming of determination.

If Ink wasn't fucked by the fact that he'd seen Fresh angry for the first time and Blue shocked for the enemy.

He has a whole other thing waiting for him.

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Ink was thrown on the ground with force, a sickening crack sounded from his ribs, and a little gasp of pain coming from him, an angry huff coming from his attacker.

Soon after the whole plan, all the Sanses were teleported back to their own worlds by a shining light, the artist knew it was his mentor's doing, leaving only Ink, Dream, Fresh, and The Bad Sanses, because apparently Nightmare had to call in Killer, Dust, and Horror, who then were pissed as hell at what Ink had done and ended up with them attacking, Fresh just glancing from the sidelines with no emotions, his cold emotionless eyes shown through the translucent shades, sending shivers down everyone's spine every time anyone would glance at him.

“Why the fuck would you think that was a good fucking idea Ink?!!”, Ink flinched, and so did Dream, shocked at how Fresh was there, but he wasn't censoring anything, nor did he flinch or move, his shades blank and his aura menacing, “N-Nightmare! Brother! W-Wait-”, Dream tried to rush in front of Ink to shield his best friend, only to be pushed aside with brute force by his own twin, falling down, “Stay out of this”.

Dream's eyes widen, he had never seen Nightmare this mad before, nor did he ever seen any of the Bad Sanses this serious before, did they really care for their teammates? Weren't they forced to join Nightmare? “Nightmare, that's enough”, a sudden new voice calls out, calm and deep, and without having to turn around, Nightmare knew it was death himself.