♔ He crossed his arms and glared up at Daemon impatiently, tapping his little booted foot and raising a brow, scarred eye starting to flare up. He had been happily basking in some attention while at Grillby’s classy little bakery, the fire monster himself offering delicacies and leaning in too close more than once.
♔ He liked Grillby, he was much quieter in his demeanor, but still a respected monster many knew not to fuck with. His flirting style was a nice little slow burn, too, an exciting tango of innuendo and body language…
Which is exactly what he had been expecting when he wandered in actually.
♔ So now he was outside after Daemon had interfered, dragging him off to the alley to hear what he had to say for himself.
Perhaps it was because he didn’t know Grillby, neither he nor Howl frequented Hotland. Or perhaps it was because Asphodel had seemed to enjoy it... Perhaps he was just a terribly jealous puppy. Either way, he only felt mildly remorseful as Asphodel dragged him outside, after he’d snagged Grillby’s hand and told him, a fierce low growl, to keep his filthy hands and mouth to himself.
Now he hunched in front of his lord, looking off to the side, a little sulky.
“...he wanted to take you to bed, my lord,” he mumbled, pulling out a cigarette and lighter. “or at the very least touch you a lot... i couldn’t allow that. he’s not worthy.”
* you’re on the beach, bud, right near my… uhh… guess you could call it a small resort at this point. it’s one of the better places you coulda landed if this is a recurring problem. you definitely made your way across time and space. i’m not the sans you know, but i can give you a hand anyway.
The stocky little monster creeps closer to the unfamiliar alternate of his brother, eager to be of assistance as usual.
Papyrus’s head turned toward the familiar voice and he automatically reached out the hand not holding his bone cane. His Sans always liked to take his hand to help guide him, and while he didn’t need it, if it made Sans feel better, he always allowed it. “NOT MY SANS? ANOTHER DIFFERENT, UH... VERSION?? I HAVE BEEN STUMBLING INTO SEVERAL OTHER NOT-MY-SANSES RECENTLY... YOU SEEM TO BE ONE OF THE NICER ONES! DO YOU THINK YOU COULD REALLY GET ME BACK?”
Seektale!Grillby! This one was actually finished a while ago but I never got around to uploading it, hehehe. Isn’t he PRETTY? That lavender color is so nice on him. And then the demon form... uhuhuhu...
Fandom: Undertale
Pairing(s): Eventual Frans and Alphyne
Word count: 2125
Warnings: eventual major character death, angst, and horror, swearing
AUTHOR NOTES AT THE END PLEASE READ
The sound of his cell phone ringing woke Sans. He lifted his head with a quiet groan, blinking open his eyes. Where had he fallen asleep...? A quick look around made it obvious. He was in his basement, half-finished blueprints all around him, along with pens and a calculator and miscellaneous machine parts. He found his phone among some of the mess and noted the time before answering with a yawn.
“alphys, it’s almost five in the morning, what are you-”
“Sans. H-help. P-please help me.”
The frantic whispering on the other end piqued his interest. He shook himself more awake, standing up, and straightened his hoodie.
“what’s going on? what’s wrong?”
“Th-th-the h-human... Th-there’s... there’s s-s-something wrong with the h-human...”
“what? what do you mean, something wrong with her? what happened? why are you whispering?”
“S-s-she’s trying to k-kill me, Sans! I-I-I’m hiding in m-my closet, p-please come h-help...”
“wh... kill you? that doesn’t... but...”
That made no sense. After everything he had learned about Frisk from hanging out a few times, from snooping her ‘date’ with Papyrus, from knowing she even refused to fight Undyne... Frisk was a sweet girl, and he was sort of fond of her. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard a muffled whimper.
“Sans! S-Sans please, she’s g-getting closer!”
“shit. ok. calm down, i’m coming over there.”
“H-hurry!”
“i will.”
He hung up, then slipped his phone in his pocket and headed for the door. Once he opened it, he stepped not outside into the snow, but directly into the lab via the front door. The lights were off, but he found the light switch and flicked them on quickly. Frisk was just closing the door to Alphys’s bedroom, and she was holding a knife. His permasmile as close to a frown as it could get, he hurried up the stairs and opened the door again. By the time he got there, panting slightly (he didn’t do running), the closet door was open. Frisk was lifting the knife, while Alphys cowered in her closet.
“frisk, wait!”
The human girl paused, then turned to look at him. Suddenly, a shiver went down his spine and he took an automatic step back. It looked just like Frisk, but there was a wide, creepy grin stretched across her face, and her eyes were a burning red, the whites replaced with black. His own eye sockets went black in response.
“you’re not frisk...”
“Heeheehee! You’re right, skeleboy! I’m not!”
The demon turned to face him, holding up the knife. She tilted her head.
“I wonder if you can figure out who I am?”
Sans stared at her, eyes still blank as he tried to process this. It didn’t take him very long to figure it out. Undyne had arrived at their house the evening before, as apparently her house had burned down while she was befriending Frisk. Then Frisk had come here. The only thing that could’ve happened was...
“gaster’s experiment. that doll ritual... you’re chara.”
“Ohhh, very good! I didn’t even have to give you a hint! I can see from Frisk’s memories that she admires you for being smart, but you’re cleverer than I thought.”
Sans’s distressed expression slowly shifted. His left eye returned, burning blue, and his grin became malevolent.
“gaster told me he wasn’t going to do it unless he couldn’t find any good alternatives... i guess he really couldn’t. and frisk, being a bit too nosy as usual, must’ve gone downstairs and interrupted. so... did you kill him?”
“That expression! You think you can scare me, skeleboy? Hah! No, I didn’t kill him. He didn’t run and hide. But Alphys did, and I found her. Do you know what that means?”
“if you want to kill her, you’re gonna have to go through me, first.”
“That’s not how the game works, silly! I found her, so she’s it. Haven’t you ever played hide and seek?”
“not with a demon, i’m afraid. if you don’t plan on killing her, what’s with the knife?”
“Oh, that’s easy! Frisk was it, but, well, now she’s not!”
She lifted the knife again, but it didn’t point towards Alphys, or Sans. It pointed at her own chest. Sans’s expression faded into horror again.
“wh-what are you doing? chara, don’t you dare-”
“Or what, you’ll fight me? That would hurt your friend too!”
He didn’t respond. He just lunged, left hand stretching out. The SOUL on Frisk’s chest turned blue and she slammed down flat on the floor. Sans pinned her legs with his own and made a grab for the knife, but he was too late. With a high-pitched giggle, Chara shoved the knife down through her own chest. The giggle turned into a choking sound and blood spattered the ground and Sans’s clothes. Some even landed on his cheeks, to start dripping down slowly. He froze. Frisk’s eyes fluttered, and suddenly they returned to their normal blue. She was conscious again.
“S-Sans... I-I messed up...”
“frisk... oh god...”
“Sans... I...”
She trailed off, blood still pouring from her chest. The hand holding the knife went limp, with the knife still deep in her chest. Her eyes closed.
Then Chara rose from her body. Sans got a quick glimpse of her, grinning, her form slightly distorted, before she leapt into Alphys. Alphys screamed as the spirit came towards her, and slumped over for a moment. As Sans watched, she slowly straightened. Her eyes became black and red too. Her teeth grew into fangs. She grinned.
“Sans, time for you to go hide~”
He couldn’t move, still frozen with shock. Underneath him, Frisk’s soul broke. Everything faded into black.
- - - - - - - -
Suddenly, he was slumped over on his desk again, just as he had been before the phone rang. He scrambled to his feet and looked around, before grabbing a mirror from one of the drawers. His hands shook as he lifted it to his face and examined himself. No blood. His cheekbones were perfectly clean. The only evidence of Frisk’s death was the fact that his eye sockets were still blank from distress. He sighed, putting a hand to his cheek.
“idiot... of course it goes away in a reload,” he mumbled to himself, setting the mirror down. Then he dug out his phone and checked the time. 4:30 on the dot. That must’ve been the moment frisk awoke to sneak downstairs. No doubt the girl would be terrified right now. But there wouldn’t be any more danger, right? If it had never happened in the first place, and she didn’t do it again... Nonetheless, he had a horrible feeling that told him things weren’t that simple. Not this reload.
“...shit.”
He put his phone away and once again teleported to the lab. This time, both bedroom doors hung open. As he walked slowly to the stairs, he heard Frisk scream. That was enough to set him off at a run again, taking the steps two at a time and skidding to a halt in front of Gaster’s room, where the scream had come from.
Frisk was cowering in the bed, as Alphys approached her. deja vu, he thought as he reached out a hand.
“frisk...!”
“Sans, help! She’s still here!”
Alphys turned around, and once again Sans felt a small thrill of fear. No, it wasn’t Alphys, not this time. That was definitely Chara, except she wasn’t smiling. Not now. Her eyes gleamed as she glared at him.
“Stay out of this, comedian.” Chara’s anger just sounded wrong in Alphys’s voice, usually riddled with stutters. “She cheated. She’s not it anymore, she’s supposed to be dead! I’ll just have to kill her again, and make sure she stays dead.”
Sans narrowed his eyes. His left one turned blue and he lifted the matching hand. With a ding, Frisk’s SOUL turned blue. He then pulled his hand back in and Frisk was yanked from the bed, towards him. He caught her, then pushed her behind him.
“yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”
“Oh? You think you can stop me? Hahaha! Are you stupid? Fighting me means hurting Alphys! And you don’t want that, now do you?”
“heh. no. i’m not really a fighter.” He looked back briefly. “frisk, get out of here, ok? let me handle this.”
“But Sans, how are you going to stop her?”
“i’ll think of something. if gaster’s still alive, he might have an idea.”
“But what if you get hurt?”
“don’t worry about me, frisk, i know what i’m doing. ...kinda.”
“But-”
“just go!”
She hesitated another moment, then scampered off, down the stairs and out the door. Sans looked back at ‘Alphys,’ who hadn’t moved. He stuck his hands in his pockets, the magic in his eye fading.
“welp. just you and me now, kiddo. and i don’t intend on ‘playing’ with you.”
“Oh? Well... That’s just too bad. You and Frisk are good friends, huh? I saw it, in her memories. She is really fond of you! And you’re pretty fond of her too. I can see you in Alphys’s memories right now... You’re a lazybones, huh? You’d rather let everyone else deal with any problems! So if you came all this way, without being called, to protect her...”
“i made a promise to a friend to protect that human, so i will.”
“Heehee!” That really didn’t sound right in Alphys’s voice. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to break that promise. Because how can you protect her from yourself?”
Sans’s non-existent eyebrows furrowed together again.
“...”
“Thaaat’s right. All I have to do is make you it! Then she’ll watch you die before I take her and kill her again! Now, if you’re not going to go hide, I’ll just have to make you it right here and now.”
“heh... you wanna play so badly, demon kid? fine. come and get me. if you can.”
He stepped backwards out of the bedroom. straight into the true lab via the elevator doors.
Sans then turned and hurried for the generator room, which was also Gaster’s main work room. Upon reaching it, he saw the awful state of the door controls and felt a twinge of panic.
“damn it... gaster! doc, can you hear me?”
He pounded on the door. After a moment, there was a faint response.
“...ans... th... r... t op...”
“what’d you say? the door’s too thick, i can’t understand you!”
“...r won... n! ...lp!”
“damn it!”
He banged the door again, this time just in frustration.
“damn it... i can’t shortcut without a doorway. maybe i can... gaster! if you can hear me, stand back from the door!”
He took a few steps back himself, then lifted his left hand, forming the shape of a gun with just his thumb and pointer finger. A blaster appeared behind him. As he aimed the finger gun at the door, it aimed right there as well. After a few moments to charge, he mimed shooting the gun.
“bang!”
The blaster shot, a heavy laser blast of blue magic straight where he had aimed. It made a great thumping sound. But when the blast faded, the door was completely intact. Only some black marks proved he had shot at all. He dropped his hand, causing the blaster to fade away.
“of course, he made these blasters, he’d keep his doors and walls safe from accidents. ugh, what do i do...? the book! that will at least help!”
He snapped his fingers. The book of human legends and rituals appeared, and he tucked it into his jacket.
“gotta find somewhere safe to read this over... can’t go home. hmmm...”
Before he could honestly think through where to go, he heard the elevator going back up. Chara must’ve heard the blast. He went down the hall to the left, then passed through the first doorway, allowing himself to go to the first secluded, empty place he thought of.
He arrived at the dump in Waterfall. Looking around, he noted that Mad Dummy was not at his usual spot. He was completely alone. He sighed in relief, sitting down heavily on the board in front of the last waterfall, the one that flowed off into an abyss. He had wondered, once or twice with Alphys, where it might lead to, but any drones they sent down lost contact and never returned. He set his chin in one hand, watching the water flow, and just took a breather for a moment.
“oh man... i hate running... how does pap do it all the time? geez, i’m out of breath... phew. ok. let’s take a look at this thing.”
He opened the book and found the ritual, then began to read and think.
A/N: Here’s chapter 1! The plot solidifies! Just like in the song, once the demon finds the hider, they kill the current person who is ‘it’ and take over the body of the one they found, who is now ‘it.’
Some notes!
* Sans’s “shortcut” power requires two doorways that can be opened by normal means. He can’t just teleport into locked areas or past magical barriers. He’s not a god, after all. This power is the result of experimental magic, and was designed more for convenience and to gain a better understanding of magic, not to break into places.
* No, Sans is not doing the fingergun thing just to be goofy. The blasters weren’t made for him, after all, he can’t just direct them with his mind or something. They aren’t normal attacks. He has to show it where to aim and he has to tell it when to fire. I just... happen to like it this way, I think it’s badass. Don’t judge me.
* Chara saw some of Frisk’s memories while in her body, so she understands that a reload happened, but in her childlike and corrupted state, she really only sees it as cheating. And cheaters get punished, don’t they? One way or another...
* On that note, Chara can access some of the memories of anyone she possesses. Not all of them at once. She can drum up specific ones if she wants (which she probably did to learn more about Sans), or some might just surface naturally.
* In case I didn’t make it clear enough, when someone is possessed by Chara, it is still their own voice. Just Chara’s words. Can you imagine her demonic giggle coming from Alphys’s lips? Spoopy.
* Yes, Sans remembers all reloads and resets. He, Gaster, Flowey, Frisk, and Chara are all of the ones who can remember this in this AU. Anyone else will be oblivious to it. He and Gaster can remember due to old experiments they worked on together, and Chara remembers because as a spirit, she somewhat exists outside of time, especially in her corrupted state.
* Frisk has probably died maybe... once or twice before this? Or if you’d like, you can headcanon she died as many times as YOU died on your first playthrough, back before you memorized everyone’s attack patterns. For me, it was just a few deaths from Undyne, so that’s what I’m going with.
Seektale Character reference sheets! Left is normal, right is ‘it’ or possessed by Chara.
These were drawn by @shiva-the-raging-red-head but for the sake of having everything Seektale in one place, I’m the one posting them. ^.^ If you like these, make sure to go follow her!
Here is the prologue and info on the AU!
More character sheets will be posted as they’re drawn : D
