Schadenfreude

A feeling of enjoyment that comes from seeing or hearing about the troubles of other people

[tyrannum]

Your Royal Highness, I do have a question for you: You ever get the feeling like you're being watched? You should. It gets boring waiting on Doctor Noise and I need something to do to amuse myself... And you know what? Sometimes I see you crying, when you think no one's listening, and I can't help but wonder to myself: what would your 'people' think if they knew what a cry baby their monarch is? (×)

“Fine, speak up. But do make it quick; I have better things to do.”

Crossing their arms, Chara breathed out and closed their eyes before looking over at Alternate, their bored visage quickly growing angered { and rather surprised } as he continued to speak, clenching their fists and sighing deeply when the other had finished his little speech.

They couldn’t say it didn’t feel like they were being watched. It was quite obvious to them that it always felt like they weren’t alone.

“… you must have quite a lot of courage if you just waltz in here and then have the nerve to say that out loud, you know?”

Tapping their heel against the floor, they slowly shook their head in disapproval before shrugging, smugly smiling at the specter in front of them.

“Now then. Do you bring anything of importance, or must I listen to your inane mumbling?”

[alternate0215-blog]

“Courage has very little to do with it,” He replied with a shrug. “ When all else fails you fall back on that last and most sacred refuge of incompetent leadership, violence, to remain dominant. But I cannot be harmed so there’s nothing courageous about giving voice to the thoughts and feelings those who can be harmed are too afraid to say.”

He paused and crossed his arms over his chest, grinning cruelly.

“But back to the matter at hand, I had a question and thus far you’ve given me only an evasion. Why not give a proper answer hmm? Or are you so afraid to acknowledge your own emotions?”

[alternate0215-blog]

What will you do when this is over?

What do you mean by this? Gaster?

Because it’s a long way from over. No, it isn’t over until everyone knows what he’s done, until everyone is treating that maniac the way he deserves to be treated. I’d settle for him being locked in prison, but in his current state that’s impossible.

So this isn’t over until someone finds a way to bring Gaster back and then throw him in a hole where he can be forgotten. Dead would be better. But I’m not holding my breath for the monsters carrying out a death penalty.

And after? I don’t know what comes after. I don’t need to because we’re nowhere close to the end yet.

[alternate0215-blog]

Well then does that clear things up for all of you? Were you all paying attention? Does it make sense now? In case you’re deaf, dumb, blind or some combination of the three let me just lay it all out for you so we’re all on the same page alrighty?

1) Gaster is an animal. A dangerous sociopath who’s killed... well he’s killed a lot of people.

2) He killed me. In case you missed that. I guess you could say I was upset about that, but that’d be an understatement.

3) He’s got a notebook... well three as it turned out, meticulously detailing all of this. I figured out where it was and I wanted everyone to know the kind of cruelty and brutality that went on in Doctor Noise’s lab.

4) Sans was the best person to find those notes, but if I just told him where they were Daddy would have swooped in and somehow prevented Sans from finding them.

5) I antagonized Wingalingadingdong until he became... whatever that was. Goopy Gaster? Doctor Drippy? Whatever you want to call it. Because once he’s that, he wouldn’t be able to interfere with me and Sans.

Alright? Everyone get it? We all on the same page? Any questions?

[jokesandlaststands-deactivated2]

Well, that was unexpected, but Sans couldn’t deny the seed to excitement growing in his nonexistent belly. Looking at all three of the books, his father’s handwriting -and choice of writing style- made it quite obvious that this was really his dad’s works. Sans quietly murmured “it’s really here” to himself, before looking back up at the ghost.

“i don’t know why you’re doing this, i don’t think you’d want to share your reason, i can’t say i like how you got it done, but… thank you.”

Sans picked up the books, taking care with the eldest, and set them on the table next to his pet rock.

“i know my dad, and i don’t for a moment think it’s gonna just be as simple as translating.”

Sans got to work, picking up a pencil and paper before, transcribing the code into english- or, at least, what should have been english.

“Kv Gnh Ahhpeum sw Ywabhzfoun sgh Tnmnzlwa ul Mszmtwt Rthzte

C. D. Ytwkaz”

“Qb fpg Kuobwgk wk Ilggmei Puwosgvusp Diyzej

P. H. Xcgfmt”

“Dn ifv Mmsxqcg uf Znqrc Emnvladsztnzigg ees Dtrvlezbmtvun Wqxipcigfh O. U. Umsgkr”

…His dad’s secret notes, and he signed them.

[alternate0215-blog]

“All that and it’s encoded,” Alternate let out an exaggerated sigh and pushed himself off the wall, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Well I got you this far Sansy. I’ll see what I can come up with but I never had the patience for codes. But all this running around and fucking with people has taken its toll. If you won’t be needing me anymore I do believe I shall make my exit.”

[jokesandlaststands-deactivated2]

“this doesn’t surprise me. dad was always super paranoid about this stuff, and it looks like he had decent reason to be, considering you knew how to find them. i’m… a little surprised he signed them,considering the circumstances, but that’s dad.”

Sans was completely distracted by the notes. He knew he was being rude, but finding the notes was only the first part of it. He needed to crack at least most of the codes and stash it before his dad came back to himself, so Sans knew he was on a timer here.

“let me know if anything jumps out at you.”

With that, Sans dove right in.

[alternate0215-blog]

“Well it’s a code that keeps changing,” Alternate commented. “Other than that I got nothing. So I’ll leave you too it. Don’t get up Sans, I’ll walk myself out.”

Looking up, the entity was gone and Sans was alone in his house.

[stupid-doo-doo-butt]

The second that Sans opened the pages, three rather hefty tomes fell out, and onto the ground. The first was obviously the most aged of them- its leather cover was faded and scratched, the pages were hand-pressed paper, and it smelled wonderfully, as most old books do.

 The cover and inside were covered in symbols familiar to the skeleton. Every single one of them was meticulously hand written.The book itself was hand bound- beautiful craftsmanship.

The second was also leather bound- this one was machine made, by the looks of it.

The third was a black pleather book, with the same hand-drawn symbols as the second and first.

[alternate0215-blog]

“A thank you might be appropriate,” Alternate commented off-handedly, still not having moved from his original position.

“You going to share what the sociopath wrote or are you going to keep me in suspense hmm? I’d say you owe me at least that much since you never would have gotten this far without me.”

[jokesandlaststands-deactivated2]

Well, that was unexpected, but Sans couldn’t deny the seed to excitement growing in his nonexistent belly. Looking at all three of the books, his father’s handwriting -and choice of writing style- made it quite obvious that this was really his dad’s works. Sans quietly murmured “it’s really here” to himself, before looking back up at the ghost.

“i don’t know why you’re doing this, i don’t think you’d want to share your reason, i can’t say i like how you got it done, but… thank you.”

Sans picked up the books, taking care with the eldest, and set them on the table next to his pet rock.

“i know my dad, and i don’t for a moment think it’s gonna just be as simple as translating.”

Sans got to work, picking up a pencil and paper before, transcribing the code into english- or, at least, what should have been english.

“Kv Gnh Ahhpeum sw Ywabhzfoun sgh Tnmnzlwa ul Mszmtwt Rthzte

C. D. Ytwkaz”

“Qb fpg Kuobwgk wk Ilggmei Puwosgvusp Diyzej

P. H. Xcgfmt”

“Dn ifv Mmsxqcg uf Znqrc Emnvladsztnzigg ees Dtrvlezbmtvun Wqxipcigfh O. U. Umsgkr”

…His dad’s secret notes, and he signed them.

[alternate0215-blog]

“All that and it’s encoded,” Alternate let out an exaggerated sigh and pushed himself off the wall, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Well I got you this far Sansy. I’ll see what I can come up with but I never had the patience for codes. But all this running around and fucking with people has taken its toll. If you won’t be needing me anymore I do believe I shall make my exit.”

[alternate0215-blog]

“If I just showed up out of nowhere and told you ‘hey Sansy, daddy dearest is a dangerous sociopath with a history of violence’ would you believe me? No. You wouldn’t. But you’ll believe it when you see it all meticulously recorded in his own hand writing. Besides I don’t know everything that’s in there. Just parts of it.”

He paused and shifted his weight before coughing once and continuing.

“And if I just told you where to find the notes Wing Ding would have tried to stop you. So I had to make sure he couldn’t before you and I began our little scavenger hunt. Now, there’s a code to get at the notes Sansy. Shouldn’t be hard for you. Do what you do best. Make a joke about quantum physics.”

[jokesandlaststands-deactivated2]

Sans had to admit the ghost had a point. If he weren’t so desperate to get those notes, he probably wouldn’t have given him the time of day, especially considering what he had done to his dad.

“what did my dad do to make you hate him so much?”

But here he was, siting with a book inside a book inside a book ad nauseam, and being told to make jokes by a dead guy. He probably should be questioning this more.

“i don’t know about you, but i don’t usually tell physics jokes. people tend to think they’re a bohr, most of the time. i try to conduct myself a little better.”

But Sans couldn’t pass up any opportunity to make bad jokes.

[alternate0215-blog]

“Really?” Alternate said sounding mildly annoyed. “That was the best you could come up with Sans? That? Come on. That’s embarrassing.”

He paused momentarily and grinned.

“Now open the book.”

[stupid-doo-doo-butt]

The second that Sans opened the pages, three rather hefty tomes fell out, and onto the ground. The first was obviously the most aged of them- its leather cover was faded and scratched, the pages were hand-pressed paper, and it smelled wonderfully, as most old books do.

 The cover and inside were covered in symbols familiar to the skeleton. Every single one of them was meticulously hand written.The book itself was hand bound- beautiful craftsmanship.

The second was also leather bound- this one was machine made, by the looks of it.

The third was a black pleather book, with the same hand-drawn symbols as the second and first.

[alternate0215-blog]

“A thank you might be appropriate,” Alternate commented off-handedly, still not having moved from his original position.

“You going to share what the sociopath wrote or are you going to keep me in suspense hmm? I’d say you owe me at least that much since you never would have gotten this far without me.”

[alternate0215-blog]

“If I just showed up out of nowhere and told you ‘hey Sansy, daddy dearest is a dangerous sociopath with a history of violence’ would you believe me? No. You wouldn’t. But you’ll believe it when you see it all meticulously recorded in his own hand writing. Besides I don’t know everything that’s in there. Just parts of it.”

He paused and shifted his weight before coughing once and continuing.

“And if I just told you where to find the notes Wing Ding would have tried to stop you. So I had to make sure he couldn’t before you and I began our little scavenger hunt. Now, there’s a code to get at the notes Sansy. Shouldn’t be hard for you. Do what you do best. Make a joke about quantum physics.”

[jokesandlaststands-deactivated2]

Sans had to admit the ghost had a point. If he weren’t so desperate to get those notes, he probably wouldn’t have given him the time of day, especially considering what he had done to his dad.

“what did my dad do to make you hate him so much?”

But here he was, siting with a book inside a book inside a book ad nauseam, and being told to make jokes by a dead guy. He probably should be questioning this more.

“i don’t know about you, but i don’t usually tell physics jokes. people tend to think they’re a bohr, most of the time. i try to conduct myself a little better.”

But Sans couldn’t pass up any opportunity to make bad jokes.

[alternate0215-blog]

“Really?” Alternate said sounding mildly annoyed. “That was the best you could come up with Sans? That? Come on. That’s embarrassing.”

He paused momentarily and grinned.

“Now open the book.”

[alternate0215-blog]

“Yep,” Alternate replied from behind him. “Well I’d assume so. It’s a joke book inside a quantum physics book inside a joke book etcetera…” He trailed off with a sigh and glanced around the small house.

“So that’s the book you’re looking for, dunno where you keep it but it’s gotta be around here somewhere hmm? You go get it. I’d love to help but… well… you know.”

He smirked and leaned against the nearest wall,. arms in his pockets.

“Once you got it, I’ll tell you how to open it and then we can see what dear old dad’s been hiding all these years hmm? See, I know the answer but I won’t spoil the surprise. I’m cool like that,”

[jokesandlaststands-deactivated2]

Well, there was only one book that applied to. Sans walked over to the bookshelf, kneeling in front of its lowest shelf, and pulled a thick joke book out. This thing could probably knock someone out if they were hit over the head with it. He hadn’t touched it since putting the book there after his dad fell, and now he actually got the joke.

Earth-shatteringly important science notes being kept in a physics book made that weird kind of sense that nobody would think of, but would make them question why they didn’t expect that in the first place. Sans had to admit, it was a really good hiding place.

“alright, here it is. i played with this thing enough when I was little to know something’s up with it.”

Eyes glance up at the specter with a question held in them, and just a touch of rage.

“if you already know what’s in here, then why? why go through all this if you already knew? why all the pointless chaos, fanfare, and pain?”

[alternate0215-blog]

“If I just showed up out of nowhere and told you ‘hey Sansy, daddy dearest is a dangerous sociopath with a history of violence’ would you believe me? No. You wouldn’t. But you’ll believe it when you see it all meticulously recorded in his own hand writing. Besides I don’t know everything that’s in there. Just parts of it.”

He paused and shifted his weight before coughing once and continuing.

“And if I just told you where to find the notes Wing Ding would have tried to stop you. So I had to make sure he couldn’t before you and I began our little scavenger hunt. Now, there’s a code to get at the notes Sansy. Shouldn’t be hard for you. Do what you do best. Make a joke about quantum physics.”

[alternate0215-blog]

“Nope,” He replied. “Perk of not being exactly alive anymore is that I can just kind of appear wherever I need to. And disappear when the mood strikes,”

He made an exaggerated flourish with one hand in the direction of the house, savage grin widening.

“After you Sans,”

[jokesandlaststands-deactivated2]

Sans just nodded. Stepping back, he popped into the living room. The ghost would follow him soon enough, and now Sans was just sick of it all. Sick of the secrets, sick of being one of the only ones to remember, sick of the anger coursing through him.

But he was closer to being done with it all.

 Looking around the room waiting for the entity to follow, Sans looked at the bookshelf. The vast majority were his -Pap’s had his own bookshelf in his room but there were two shelves Sans had put his father’s books- oh he was an idiot.

“it’s here, isn’t it?”

[alternate0215-blog]

“Yep,” Alternate replied from behind him. “Well I’d assume so. It’s a joke book inside a quantum physics book inside a joke book etcetera...” He trailed off with a sigh and glanced around the small house.

“So that’s the book you’re looking for, dunno where you keep it but it’s gotta be around here somewhere hmm? You go get it. I’d love to help but... well... you know.”

He smirked and leaned against the nearest wall,. arms in his pockets.

“Once you got it, I’ll tell you how to open it and then we can see what dear old dad’s been hiding all these years hmm? See, I know the answer but I won’t spoil the surprise. I’m cool like that,”

[alternate0215-blog]

“I engineered most of it,” He replied. “I knew I could push Wing Ding over the edge if I just kept prodding the right buttons. Knew once he went over the edge he wouldn’t be able to interfere with you and I. Didn’t count on your bro showing up. Didn’t much care either. I’ll level with you Sansy, since we’re such good friends and all. Don’t like your brother much. Don’t hate him, just not someone I’d want to hang out with you know? Now, we going to go get these notes or we just gonna stand around talking about them all day hmm?”

[jokesandlaststands-deactivated2]

The look Sans shot him was almost agonized. Check on his family, find out what was wrong and what was happening out there and help…

Or follow the closest lead he’d had on the notes, and get that much closer to pulling his father out of the void?

He couldn’t- how could he- what if he lost his brother the same way he lost his father? What if he could bring his father back? What if he lost both he couldn’t live with that! The thoughts kept multiplying in his head until finally Sans sagged. He looked at Alternate almost brokenly…

And silently gestured to the house.

“if… if we don’t want to be seen by paps and dad, we need to teleport. d’you need a ride?”

[alternate0215-blog]

“Nope,” He replied. “Perk of not being exactly alive anymore is that I can just kind of appear wherever I need to. And disappear when the mood strikes,”

He made an exaggerated flourish with one hand in the direction of the house, savage grin widening.

“After you Sans,”

[alternate0215-blog]

“In your house,” Alternate replied sounding almost bored. “But there’s more too it than that. A code that needs to be broken in order to get at them. I can help you with that too.” He paused and the grin returned.

“Let’s go for a walk why don’t we Sansy? You can show me around the place. What fun that’ll be don’t you think? And we don’t even gotta worry about Doctor Noise or the kid fucking with us. My timing on this couldn’t have been better if you don’t mind my saying.”

[jokesandlaststands-deactivated2]

In his house- Sans could feel the headache and the rage building up in his head. Not only had he been looking for conventional years, but countless resets resulting in far more illusory time than Sans could deal with, and he never thought to look in his house beyond his father’s room and the lab. A code didn’t even bother him at this point, he was expecting it, but…

The minute Sans got his dad back, he was going to strangle him.

“you engineered it. don’t act like it was you seizing an opportunity.”

Sans eyes went completely empty.

“i get you don’t like my dad. that was obvious. i have a feeling i’m about to find out why. you will treat my brother with respect though.”

Sans got cut off by the feel of space and time not acting like space and time ought to. That… wasn’t good.

[alternate0215-blog]

"I engineered most of it,” He replied. “I knew I could push Wing Ding over the edge if I just kept prodding the right buttons. Knew once he went over the edge he wouldn’t be able to interfere with you and I. Didn’t count on your bro showing up. Didn’t much care either. I’ll level with you Sansy, since we’re such good friends and all. Don’t like your brother much. Don’t hate him, just not someone I’d want to hang out with you know? Now, we going to go get these notes or we just gonna stand around talking about them all day hmm?”

[alternate0215-blog]

“Why do I need to want anything?” He replied, grin growing wider. “Why can’t I just want to help out my good pal Sans. Help him find some notes he’s been looking for for a long, long time hmm?”

He paused. Maybe to consider what he was going to say next or maybe because he expected the skeleton to say something.

“I know where the notes are Sans,” He said finally, no longer looking at the skeleton and instead at the snowy landscape just beyond. “Think carefully before you answer: do you want them? Do you really want to know?”

For a moment there was none of the malice, none of the venom. It was an honest question.

[jokesandlaststands-deactivated2]

Sans was caught off guard by the sudden lack of hostility, but that didn’t prevent Sans from mentally jumping to attention at the mention of notes. Those notes could change everything, if they contained what Sans thought they did.

He could bring his dad back, permanently. Not that he’d tell this being about that, though he could probably guess.

“yes. i know there’s stuff I really don’t wanna know, stuff my dad would rather stay like a ghost than me find out, but i don’t care. i need those notes.”

Sans looked away for a moment, and then back at the person in front of him.

“please, tell me where they are.”

[alternate0215-blog]

“In your house,” Alternate replied sounding almost bored. “But there’s more too it than that. A code that needs to be broken in order to get at them. I can help you with that too.” He paused and the grin returned.

“Let’s go for a walk why don’t we Sansy? You can show me around the place. What fun that’ll be don’t you think? And we don’t even gotta worry about Doctor Noise or the kid fucking with us. My timing on this couldn’t have been better if you don’t mind my saying.”

[alternate0215-blog]

“I’d have offered you a hand up but… well… you know how it is Sansy,” Alternate commented from behind him, arms folded across his chest. He glanced only briefly at the writhing mass that was Gaster before turning his attention back to Sans.

“Kid’s probably got that sorted,” He said with a shrug. “And now that Wingalingadingdong is otherwise occupied you and I can have a nice private chat about all the things he didn’t want you to know about. I’m going to pause for dramatic effect here,”

And pause he did, with a smirk playing at his lips as he shoved his hands back into his pockets.

[jokesandlaststands-deactivated2]

Hearing the voice behind him, Sans turned with a snap to look at the being that had appeared behind him. He was still confused at what the being was, and what he knew, but there was something threatening to click into place that would clear the puzzle up.

He knew what his father would want him to say, he knew what he should do, he knew what to do to calm his father down and get Paps into the know, but… Sans glanced behind him. It didn’t look like Papyrus noticed him, and something in him settled on a decision. Stepping back into the shed, out of the line of sight of both his brother and his father, Sans squared his shoulders.

Sans wanted answers. He’d keep a nonexistent ear out for his family, but Sans was done with his father’s secrecy. Turning to the figure, all light left his eyes.

“What do you know, and what do you want?”

[alternate0215-blog]

“Why do I need to want anything?” He replied, grin growing wider. “Why can’t I just want to help out my good pal Sans. Help him find some notes he’s been looking for for a long, long time hmm?”

He paused. Maybe to consider what he was going to say next or maybe because he expected the skeleton to say something.

“I know where the notes are Sans,” He said finally, no longer looking at the skeleton and instead at the snowy landscape just beyond. “Think carefully before you answer: do you want them? Do you really want to know?”

For a moment there was none of the malice, none of the venom. It was an honest question.

[alternate0215-blog]

“All in due time,” He replied with a shrug. “First, why not get Doctor Noise here to give us some privacy,”

He grinned that savage grin of his again, then turned on his heel and strolled out of the lab.

[stupid-doo-doo-butt]

* [Despite its appearance and lack of legs, the thing actually moved extremely quickly. It didn’t have much, but it knew that it wanted to tear that thing to pieces.]

* [It broke through the shed’s door with relative ease, crashing into the outside world.]

* [The snow began to absorb the oily, thick, black mess that it oozed.]

[juniorjumblessavedrip]

* (Papyrus chased a dog running around with a red scarf in its mouth. He was a bit behind as the annoying dog ran past the shed.)

* HEY, GET BACK HERE YOU-

* (Papyrus slowed to a stop as a black mess of a monster crashed out of the shed, blinking as he looked over the monster. What was it? It was kind of scary, but, he should be nice. Maybe it is nice and just had the misfortune of being born looking like that.)

* OH- UH. * HELLO THERE… MONSTER I HAVE NEVER SEEN.

[jokesandlaststands-deactivated2]

Sans watched his father gallop out of the lab, demolishing the shed door in the process. He stood there, stunned, before a few choice words slipped out as the gears once again started turning. Sans starting running to the door, but paused for a moment when he heard a voice. That was Paps- oh no. Oh no oh no oh no no no no no not good not good. Paps didn’t know who that was, didn’t that was dad- Sans’s thoughts went too quickly for his feet and he tripped over what was left of the door, completely knocking the wind out of him.

Turns out slippers aren’t good for high speed chases. Who knew?

Sans shoved himself up, trying to regain his breath. The only thing keeping Sans from panicking was the fact that his dad would never hurt Papyrus intentionally. That did not spread to the rest of the town, though.

[alternate0215-blog]

“I’d have offered you a hand up but... well... you know how it is Sansy,” Alternate commented from behind him, arms folded across his chest. He glanced only briefly at the writhing mass that was Gaster before turning his attention back to Sans.

“Kid’s probably got that sorted,” He said with a shrug. “And now that Wingalingadingdong is otherwise occupied you and I can have a nice private chat about all the things he didn’t want you to know about. I’m going to pause for dramatic effect here,”

And pause he did, with a smirk playing at his lips as he shoved his hands back into his pockets.

[alternate0215-blog]

The Entity, Alternate for lack of an appropriate name, chuckled but there was no sense of humor or levity behind the sound. He ignored the vicious swipes Gaster continued to make and leaned against a wall, cruel smile playing across indistinct features.

“Because it amused me,” He replied with a shrug. “And also because you and I need to have a conversation. A conversation we couldn’t have with Daddy Dearest listening in. So I made sure he’d be too…”

He paused and glanced meaningfully at the writhing mass.

“Busy, to listen to us.”

[stupid-doo-doo-butt]

* [A writhing mass was the best way to describe what the thing was in front of them. It was clearly not smart- its claws began to dig into the walls instead of its intended target. Despite this, it continued the onslaught, damaging its surroundings.] * [At the mention of Papyrus’s name, the monster paused. The rattling noise of tearing metal began to reverberate out of it. It seemed distracted, if only for a moment.]

[jokesandlaststands-deactivated2]

Sans snorted a bit, looking down at the coils surrounding him pointedly, before looking back up at Alternate.

“well, good job forcing my father into a breakdown, meaning that he’s now a danger to most others as well as himself, meaning i’m going to need to be down here with him until he goes back to normal. all that really endears me to the idea of listening to what you have to say.”

Sans wouldn’t have normally been so bitingly sarcastic, but if there was one word to describe how he felt about his family, it was protective, and Alternate had hurt one of the only people Sans could talk to about the resets.

“so, say what you want and leave.”

[alternate0215-blog]

“All in due time,” He replied with a shrug. “First, why not get Doctor Noise here to give us some privacy,”

He grinned that savage grin of his again, then turned on his heel and strolled out of the lab.

[alternate0215-blog]

“Me? Oh I’m no one of any importance.” The Entity replied with a shrug. “I have a name but daddy dearest over there couldn’t be bothered remembering. Not that he could tell you what it was in his current state. I did want to see him turn into that monstrosity oh so badly. And now he has. How amusing. Isn’t this fun Wing Ding?”

[stupid-doo-doo-butt]

* [The entity didn’t get an answer that was understandable.]

* [It swiped at the air futilely with its scalpel-like fingers. A shrieking, rumbling, angry sound shook out of its hollow skull. Somewhere in its enraged state, it still knew to protect Sans, whom it kept behind its body as it continued to strike at something it clearly was not harming.]

[jokesandlaststands-deactivated2]

Eye aglow, Sans was about three seconds from summoning a few blasters at Alternate’s words and his apparent plan. However, the futility of his dad’s actions caused the eye to dim, before white returned to his eyes. He could do little more

“you did this to him.”

Venom filled his voice.

“Why?”

Sans muttered “at least papyrus isn’t here-” before realizing what he just said. His head snapped up to watch his dad, hoping that that he didn’t hear, or in his anger didn’t understand.

[alternate0215-blog]

The Entity, Alternate for lack of an appropriate name, chuckled but there was no sense of humor or levity behind the sound. He ignored the vicious swipes Gaster continued to make and leaned against a wall, cruel smile playing across indistinct features.

“Because it amused me,” He replied with a shrug. “And also because you and I need to have a conversation. A conversation we couldn’t have with Daddy Dearest listening in. So I made sure he’d be too...”

He paused and glanced meaningfully at the writhing mass.

“Busy, to listen to us.”

[stupid-doo-doo-butt]

* [And stay it would. The thing wrapped itself around Sans, which ws par for the course, but it seemed… different.] * [The coils were loose, and his body remained poised to attack. Unholy noises spewed from its hollow head- rattling, gurgling, choking ones. It sounded like threats.]

*[It was clearly looking at something…. But what? There was nothing but empty air.]

[alternate0215-blog]

The being, entity? Entity. The entity, that had tormented Gaster until he had become… this, appeared near the entrance to the lab. He smiled maliciously and waved at Gaster.

“Over here Wing Ding,” He called.

[jokesandlaststands-deactivated2]

Sans wrapped his arms around his father, trying to sooth him. He couldn’t see anything, but he had assumed it was simply a vitriolic voice that drove his dad into this form.

At least until he heard another voice, dripping with venom.

Sans whipped around as best as he could, staring at shock at the human- no, this looked almost human but not really, it almost felt like the kid at times. Eyes narrowed into pinpricks, Sans just looked at the figure before him.

“who-”

[alternate0215-blog]

“Me? Oh I’m no one of any importance.” The Entity replied with a shrug. “I have a name but daddy dearest over there couldn’t be bothered remembering. Not that he could tell you what it was in his current state. I did want to see him turn into that monstrosity oh so badly. And now he has. How amusing. Isn’t this fun Wing Ding?”