Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 71: Hard Promise

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“Oh, I’ve been down that road,” Papyrus groaned. “Past. Future. Parallel. It’s a headache.”

“It’s not a headache. It was pretty simple actually. The closer you get to the truth, the more I manipulated you so you didn’t see it.” Marty placed his hands toward the lab jacket on his chest. “Great son I am, huh? I was just trying to save what I could. I didn’t want everyone to go down. I was hoping that, maybe . . .” He moaned slightly as he started to manifest tears. Oh, wait, no he didn't. "I was hoping I could get it straightened out enough to move it so that no one ever got hurt. No one ever went through the war. Suffered.” He looked toward Papyrus. “Or got left behind.”

Oh. He is . . . he was Papyrus’ son. He could feel the emotions running through him. All those years away from each other. Papyrus didn’t remember anything, he couldn’t. It was too far gone. But this Marty. The one who stole Gaster’s tech. Who was messing around with Frisk. He really was a son?

“I leave you alone as much as possible in dimensions when Gaster is working on the soul device,” Marty began talking again. “After that, I have to close off your proper thinking. You and Uncle Sans. You didn’t have to know anything. You could just be safe Underground, dreaming of one day returning to the surface.”

“So we never were allowed to use our machine for our own dimension, because of you?” Papyrus asked. “Okay. Will I need a proper degree in Gasterology to understand what you have to say?”

“No.” Marty reached over in his drawer and pulled out a banana and some grapes. “My lunch will do.” He scattered the grapes on the table. “This is what you see. What you think you know.” He pointed to a grape. “This has a Sans that became a famous artist.” He pointed to another grape. “This is a you where you got involved in a King’s war.” He pointed to another grape. “This is one where you mastered the art of ballet.”

"Pardon?"

“This is one where all monsters only live ten years and grow like plants.” He pointed to the last grape on the table. 

“Um. Yes.” That all made sense. “That’s how parallels work. Similar, yet different." Although plants that lasted ten years. Was very different. Papyrus mastering the art of ballet? Extremely different! He'd never seen anything even close to those.

“Yeah.” Marty set his banana on the table. “Oh. I’m going to miss this banana. I was all ready to eat it for lunch. Oh well.” He gestured to the banana. “This is you. Before the war. During the war. When you first went down to the Underground. This is you. A whole banana.”

“I am a banana.” Okay, Papyrus got that.

“Knowing that monsters had a chance of not surviving down there, especially with the limited number, King Asgore demanded Gaster use a dangerous invention,” Marty answered. “One he supposedly didn’t want to. Using every monster’s power, a ‘restart’ area was set Underground.”

“Oh yes, I am doing well so far,” Papyrus said. “I am a banana and I understand ‘restart'."

“Okay.” Marty pulled a knife from his lab coat and started to stab at the banana violently, breaking it into a hundred pieces!

Papyrus looked at the banana pieces, severed and all over the place. “Uh. I was the whole banana?”

“Right.” Marty put his knife back away. “That's how it felt for all the original bananas."

Papyrus winced as he saw tons of bananas fall all around him, littering the floor.

"But that's what happened." Marty gestured to the bananas. "Which one is you?"