A quick apology and trigger warning for the following: Foul/Heavy Language, Death, Gore, and Suicide
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Snowdin - Town
Under!Fell
Sans sulks against the couch, accompanied by Doomfanger. The cat seems to peer outside, almost watching something whilst Sans is lost in thought.
"This… freak. First they're making everyone their friends, then they turn around and stab us in the back. Literally. It's only a matter of time before they're out of the ruins." Sans slowly brings a hand to his face, slowly wiping nothing off his boney features.
"The last one… Everyone was…" He lets out a shaky sigh, preferring not to remember the events before letting his hand fall back to his side.
"There's gotta be a way to stop this. There needs to be. Papyrus… I… I can't loose him again." His eyelight slowly drifts to watch Doomfanger slipping out through a window that'd been partially cracked open, Sans's sockets widening.
"Fuck! Doomfanger! Damnit!" Sans springs from the couch, running out the door to try and find the escapee cat. He spots a trail of small, cat-like footprints, spread out as if Doom himself had been chasing after something.
"I swear if this damn cat is trying to catch a mouse-" Sans growls through his teeth as he hurries to follow the trail, carefully watching where the footprints lead to.
"Damnit! If the Boss finds out his cat is outta the house again I'll never hear the end of it. Not to mention that dang brat is about to get here. Fuck. Where'd the damn cat go?!" Sans thinks to himself as he picks up the pace, pausing as the footprints he's been following lead off the usual trail.
"What the…" Sans mutters, hesitant to continue following. His eye twitches- a slight moment of possible anxiety breaking through- before he abandons the thought of caution and slips into the woods, still on the trail to find Doomfanger.
"Doomfanger. Where ya at?" Sans calls out, stepping further and further away from the trail he's been so used to walking.
"Doomfanger??" He calls out a bit louder before pausing at a gruesome sight.
Doomfanger is dead, mangled in a black substance that slowly begins to spread amongst the one-white fur of the pet.
Sans nearly gags, backing away a few steps as he watches in horror at the sight of Doomfanger's body contorting in twisted ways, the animal's bones popping and snapping as it begins to stand on its legs once more.
"Doom…fanger?" Sans weakly calls out, his nerves trembling as the creature before him lets out a strangled cry, a false attempt to recreate the once-enjoyed meow of the brother's pet.
The creature's eyes slowly lock onto Sans before it leaps at him, Sans reacting instinctively with a bone attack that shoots right through the abomination, eliciting a shriek of pain before it splits its body, tendrils flaring out from every part of the entity and swarming towards Sans.
Sans evades the sudden strike, his eyelight flaring up as he uses a blaster at the putrid thing attacking him, sweat trickling down the sides of his skull as he believes for a moment that perhaps the fight is over, his eye staring down at the pile of black goop in front of him.
"F-fuck… what the hell?! What was that? Fuck! Doomfanger… No… No.. No. No!! Fuck!" Sans breaks down for a moment, his hands trembling as he holds his head, realizing Doomfanger is no more.
"What am I gonna tell Papyrus?! Fuck… I need to find him, and Alphys." His chest heaves with every breath as he quickly turns on his heel, failing to notice the goopy pile is slowly beginning to reform. Before Sans can plant his foot on the ground, it strikes, a tendril stabbing him clean through the back.
Sans coughs, blood trickling down his chin in seconds as his eye slowly looks down, looking at the tendril that's just shot through his abdomen. Slowly, Sans can feel his own life fleeting, his soul on the verge of shattering.
Then he feels it; the creature, slowly wriggling its way into his bones, reaching towards his soul as Sans falls to his knees. He's barely able to form a thought, even less able to feel anything other than this creature slowly making its way through his body.
All Sans can think about is how much his body hurts, how scared he is in this moment, and knows deep down that this is not how he's going to go out. Not with Frisk threatening the lives of the monsters.
In a last ditch attempt to save himself, Sans conjures up the last of his magic, only to feel for once what his own Blaster feels like. It was peaceful for a moment, right until he felt himself be split in half.
What's left of Sans's body collapses onto the ground, refusing to dust away as the creature- this parasite- latches onto what remains, and slowly begins to replicate the half of him that'd been blasted away.
Sans can feel this, can feel how desperately this thing seems to be clinging onto him as he lets out a strangled cry of pure agony as it latches itself to what was left of his soul, seeming to recreate it in a way, implanting itself fully into Sans's very being.
Sans doesn't know why he's alive, why him of all people must go through such anguish, or why he can remember things that aren't him.
He lays on the ground, his body aching in constant pain as he takes in a breath, feeling the way his new half barely sticks to his body, but how he has… energy? Slowly, deliberately, Sans began to raise his hand, then the copied hand attached to him. He has control. A damn miracle.
With this energy, he uses his "shortcut" to appear in his room, letting out a pained cry as he lands. He remains still on the floor for a moment, his other half- black like tar and barely clinging onto his original half seeming to slowly obey his directive.
Sans slowly crawls amongst the floor, his breath ragged and heavy as he drags himself to a small shelf in his room, using it to slowly prop himself onto his feet. He manages, briefly, before feeling the new half of his body nearly slipping off his bones. His hands quickly clasp each side of his head, a panicked gasp leaving his opened mouth as he quite literally holds himself together.
Sans quickly opens a drawer in the shelf, hoping for just about anything he can use to keep himself from falling apart.
A stapler.
This was going to be hell.
One by one, Sans brings the stapler to his body, tears falling from his socket with each piercing he clicks into his bones.
After moments of what felt like torture, he feels… stable. Stable enough to get back onto his feet and stumble his way to his closet to put on new clothes.
He then slowly makes his way into the bathroom, dreading the reveal of his new appearance until he sees it in the mirror.
He's taller now, his body split down the middle with staples holding both sides together. His gold tooth is now gone, his teeth having shifted and changed to accommodate this new… thing that's now part of him. His new half slowly begins to shift colors, changing from a tar-like black into a darker grey, faking out the color of his original bones. His sockets are empty, devoid of his eyelight and any hope he'd once tried to hold onto. It's seconds after he touches his face does he realize his new height; a whopping 6.4", possibly an inch taller than his brother.
His brother! Papyrus!
"What's he gonna think when he sees me like this?! Doomfanger? Fuck! FUCK!" In a flash of anger, Sans's replicant hand smashes against the mirror. He doesn't feel how the shards of glass pierce into the new flesh as he stares in shock and fear at his hand.
"…I… what the hell am I? What is this?!" He shouts, barely able to keep himself from freaking out until he feels something stir in his mind.
"v e ng enc e .. . a ga i nst .. . the hu. . man." He feels a voice linger in the half of his mind that isn't his, his sockets popping open for a moment before he lets out a depreciating chuckle.
"I'm going insane." He mumbles, cupping his face before slowly sinking onto the bathroom floor, his back against the wall before he hears it in his head again.
"new.. ho..st. is.. stron..ger." Sans takes note of how this voice seems to mimic his own, yet it's slower and… almost broken, as if learning how to communicate.
"Stronger?" Sans repeats, thinking for a moment before he recalls that Frisk was likely on their way towards the town by now.
"Stronger." He confirms, brushing the glass out of his digits before standing back up, adjusting himself before working his way out of the bathroom and towards the stairs. He doesn't bother closing the front door on his way out, knowing Papyrus was likely on his way to confront the human anyways.
Just some quick, unedited/raw writing for the start to Curio!AU. I'm not amazing with writing, so I apologize if it feels rushed or sloppy. I do, however, eventually plan to turn this into a comic. Hopefully.
Let me know what you all think, or if there's anywhere else I should post this to as well. ^^
Does Curio know of Underfell sans or Tear sans? I wonder how they'd all interact
I'll answer this myself. :D
Curio himself kinda branches from a variant of the UnderFell AU. He knows of the various timelines and realities, so I guess, technically, he would (not that it's entirely cannon) in a sense know.
As for Tear Sans,,? Uh,, probably not.
They tend to go for the more,, expansive AUs to feast on, so the lesser known ones with fewer branches aren't known to Curio or Abyss.
As far as interactions go, I wouldn't mind cameos, though they'd all likely be non-cannon. Lol.
Though, honestly, Curio would probably feel uncomfortable seeing a past version of himself.
Abyss is just,, very indifferent. A meal is a meal in their eyes.
To generally break it down; Abyss really does not like other people. However, as long as you're not trying to off his host, he won't mind your presence. Curio on the other hand is more opt. to make friends or close alliances. ☺️ 👍
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