#Back to square 1 fir a moment like damn

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This is an idea for a fic set in an Alternate Universe involving Queer Non-Canon Relationships between the characters of the series.

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Ended up outlining a completely different fic as a Segway for an explanation instead of making progress on the Royal Flush Haunted Honk AU's Clown Motel Fic like I wanted to but uh....

For y'all's review for the AU: A Prequel Outline - Divorce Saga Domon

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Hey real quick - I'm thinking of maybe changing the timeline to 2 years post canon as opposed to 3 years and change post canon.

The reason being: I had a thought that this scene could either be part if the fic or if it's getting to big then it could be a stand alone tie-in prequel fic as part of this AU but - like

Immediately Post Divorce Domon Needs Space and runs off. As one does. And he runs to Earth because he just wants to Get Lost for a while.

He has Argo smuggle him out to avoid detection.

Argo has Andrew help stow Domon in a storage hanger of a Neo Canadian supply ship that's returning to the US - they have trade often enough and share agricultural resources - which leads to Domon ending up in New York when he hits Earthside pavement.

He's privately worked on his English the last couple of months and after being dropped in New York with a different hairstyle, outfit, and accent he's unrecognizable. 

He considers making his way west to get some solitude in the wilderness, but something about that initial plan feels off now that he's on the ground.

Chibodee is also Earthside for a special series of prize fights aimed at raising charitable appeal for the US in the eyes of Neo Americans.

Domon decides to hit up Chibodee for a fight on a day between matches hoping it'll clear his head and give him the clarity to decide on a course of action. What ends up happening is an unexpected heart to heart via blows and a breakdown.

Domon is happy for Rain and Kyoji, and he knows it's not true; but he feels like he lost a piece of himself when his relationship with Rain fell apart.

Domon's instinct is to run after that but Chibodee knows this city and Domon doesn't hide out for long before Chibodee drags him back to his place to stay and just "Chill out and breathe. You don't have to be anyone but yourself here. You can take as long as you need to find out what everything changing means for you." Friends and teammates stick together.

So Domon spends a few weeks with Chibodee sparring and hanging out in New York. Chibodee does a frankly awesome job at containing his feelings because he's focusing on Domons feelings and being a good friend first and foremost. Whatever he's feeling can wait until after Domon is done going though it.

There's a bit of a twinge in Domon's heart as he leaves that he can't really place.

After he returns to Neo Japan and gets settled back into life with his family, The Dreams start.

They're mainly set in New York. Small things first like noticing Chibodee's smile and his eyes. Then sparring sessions that begin to turn lurid.

He thought these kinds of dreams would stop after he was married.... he doesn't know what to do about this.

I just figure it gives more clarity and sense of time for the journey from Comphet Marriage Dissolution to Feelings to Confession. Idk.

But I got stuck on a bit and then had this thought and needed to get it down before I lost it and it was so long it made sense to make it its own post as opposed to several replies.

The Maize and Clown Motel will probably still be 3 years and change post canon for clarification.

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#Domon Kasshu/Chibodee Crocket #Royal Flush #Chibodee Crocket/Domon Kasshu #Royal Flush Haunted Honk AU #mobile fighter g gundam #I imagine he hasn't had time for a Big Gay Crisis yet but the time is absolutely now #Kyoji absolutely helps him through this crisis because he had a normal environment and university to figure his own shit out. #Kyoji has to figure out WHY Domon is imploding and explosive and avoiding everyone a second time though. #This doesn't seem related to the Divorce but it doesn't seem immediately obvious either. 🤔 #Cue Schwarz FINALLY getting a fucking break and immediately coming to stay with Rain and Kyoji at their place. #Domon was aware that they had been living together in Neo Japan briefly before Schwarz was called back to Neo Germany for questioning #Once his rank was stripped of him he was back with Kyoji for a short period before the Divorce as part of Kyoji and Dr. Kasshu's study of #DG Cells. Once they had a breakthrough - Schwarz was sent abroad with a small military group and Doctors Without Borders group to assist #With immediate infection cases on behalf of Neo Japan as part of reparations. So Domon hadn't seen him in quite some time. #Domon certainly wasn't expecting to see him in the garden when he rounded the corner of the Mikamura residence #Leaned over Kyoji who appears to have been working outside on his laptop. Fingers intertwined a hand on Kyojis jaw and locked in a kiss. #Which ends pretty much instantly as they sense Domon and break apart. It occurs to Kyoji and Schwarz that Kyoji never #Got the chance to actually tell Domon much about himself and the man he'd grown into while Domon was training in Hong Kong with Master Asia #This might be a pretty significant shock to him. #I can't decide between Domon running from his Gay Revelation or IMMEDIATELY Losing His Shit at the thought of Rain's SECOND marriage ending #And knowing for sure now the reason why his and Rain's marriage didn't work out. He really does prefer men. #Bu HOW DARE Kyoji do this to her!!! She's been through enough!!!! This will HURT her SO BADLY!!! (Projection of guiiillllttt) #Back to square 1 fir a moment like damn #And once he starts fighting Kyoji about it (Thank God the ressurection gave them the option to make Kyojis new build similar to Schwarz's) #It comes out that Rain cant go through this AGAIN and he won't let him do this to her! Her honor means something to Domon #And it should mean something to Kyoji too as HER HUSBAND #Kyoji and Schwarz catch on the Again bit and Kyoji makes it clear that Rain has known about his situation with Schwarz since they returned #That they're quite literally inseparable and that Rain married him knowing this. She's fully aware and an active participant. #Domon takes a leg sweep and doesn't quite make his recovery as Schwarz steps in #Pinning his arms and one leg in place so he can't run from Kyojis question. Kyoji grabs Domon's hair to turn his head and asks

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THE GREAT ND REWATCH OF 2021 / OCTOBER 5, 2019 // return of josh

oooookay folks! that's a wrap! below are my comments about tonight's ep + additional expansions on previously stated opinions. i'm not combining s2 ep 1 with this bc s2 is dead to me! so is s3! i only did this to gather up all these loose thoughts i had when this show with its one lonely season became such a comfort to me that i developed a second consciousness about it. but with these posts i am done! the evil is defeated! i will carry on through the 3rd and hopefully final season of nancy drew with less emotion and better spirits. thank god.

-"talk to owen" nancy firstly thinks of talking to owen only to see what happens w the agleaca; saying goodbye comes as sorta an afterthought mirroring tiffany's possession of george. yet nancy was unable to say goodbe to owen just like w kate. knowing this reveal about kate, i wonder if this was foreshadowing that something big will be revealed about him later? unlikely but still

-nancy + the reality of broken things: 'totems' like broken sand glass sculpture (good place) to show you it's not a dream; "owen broke that" ghost trap to ground him to reality, like how she reached for her locket in the good place, lucy's charm, ace's bear ('totems' idea borrowed from inception)

-george has never been an affectionate person, even with other women- so why does pda with nick suddenly become so important?

-lots of comments about ryan + women but what about carson/kate and karen? again with the hypocritical (interestingly, there is an aspect of violence to women connected with ryan (even though that violence is not his fault); but its not like kate or karen fared well either)

-ryan feels useless- relationships with women as stated by nancy- he seeks to redeem himself by showing up where nancy goes to prove he is good to have around/necessary/needed - but now that he is attempting to act as a parent he has to break through nancy's defenses all over again- firstly she didnt really consider him any kind of threat bc he comes off as incompetent- ie bad business deals- i think i mentioned last ep, their hauntings equalize them as they both attempt to gain peace by searching for answers but now ryan has changed the terms of engagement so he's back to square one, with carson. (which is how we find them s2 cowering in ryans car stalking nancy together)

-ryan's relationship to nancy exposes an interesting layer here. so far she doesnt know about nick/george but they still hold the cards (ie george gets one over on nick's ex/"the new girl") with the revelation of ryan being nancys father, nancy gains an interesting trump card in navigating the social fallout of being nick's ex. like george would take the new spot but then nancy comes out with george's ex in a much higher category. this plays out later on in the ep when george confronts ryan. george wants to talk about "them" but ryan shows up completely focused on nancy, thus illustrating the trump

-"i thought it was whitney with another insipid question" to me this sounds like whitney took bess's advice earlier about "asking aunt diana what she wants" (only to learn it actually annoyed the hell out of diana lmaoo)

-"then you need to fight for it" this hearkens nancy earlier by asking "arent you in by virtue of dna?" the test was positive; she is a marvin just like nancy is a hudson. thats not a fact that they can change. however, diana really acts like it can be changed- and in s2 we see it does change. its interesting for bess to be told to fight to be in a family she's already in and also foiled by nancy trying to fight her way out of her own family. would like to see bess stand up to diana and say something. i mean, she exists. as much as she may want to erase bess from the family, diana cannot erase her existence

-hannah's rolled up sleeves 💙

-"previous keepers records" -from s2- were those not her parents??

-mistaken murderers- everyone incorrectly assumes lucy was murdered just as they assume the agleaca killed owen

-even if owen weren't the price, how can they pay the toll without one of the people who called? i mean if it was anything other than owen and he still died they still wouldve been fucked

-"you don't need to check, i'm not even driving!" okay and giving up the goss. cassidy is me. lmfaoooo

-wonder if this locked marvin industries box will ever come back

-UNPOPULAR OPINION: george's confrontation with ryan comes waytoo late to do anything. i think i brought this up in an earlier post. its literally just her screaming at him now. like he is clocked out moved on. you know a good time for this scene? in the claw when he comes by to "check on her". hes vulnerable, fresh from rehab. and she has a chit over him for punching bookcases/the fuckin country club deal. therewould have been a perfect time to confront ryan on what happened- "what you did to me" okay sis. you admitted ep 1 you werent in hs anymore. youre of age now. admit you fucked up. take the L to force him to swallow the bigger L. and imagine how much more powerful the scene would have been- in george's domain, literally her own office, something ryan doesnt even have because HE DOESNT DO SHIT. ryan is SO EASY to trap but nobody notices. instead they have george try to get some kind of apology out of him when hes already done with that, and only for the sake of her establishing a new relaionship to boot. imagine how much more empowered she would feel if she just got that closure for herself- because she needed it, not so she could trot straight back to nick being all proud of calling a grown man to some random estate only to scream at him in a parking lot and have accomplished nothing. 🤦🏼‍♀️

-i get patrice thinking nancy is lucy but yeahhhhh this isnt how dementia works 😬

-i almost cant with nance and josh. how do you save your would-be murderer? (+ lucy's best friend and brother are in jail, her mom is lost to her mentally; all she has left is nancy and ryan)

-tbh i had no idea how to spell agleaca until bess said "theres no i in agleaca!" i thought it was igleaka like 😂

-damn how george just stares at nicks hand and then gets out herself is just so sad (like she immediately rectifies it but still...)

-"curiosity" part II; nancy who comes back to the sea after her mother died in it- agleaca drawn to lucy's trauma/to agleaca, lucy died fir "love"- would nancy be willing to risk the same? // this is also one of nancy's "mirroring mom" moments: winning sea queen, going to the velvet masque, getting caught by celia, having a "chat" with everett, and "falling" off the bluffs

-the collector 🎵👌🏻

-i wonder if there's any significance to the locations/means of their deaths; nancy's is pretty straight forward in terms of where and how, but why george and nick drowning, in the truck specifically? drowning in love? idk. ace's at the claw i get, but he gets himself caught? in what precisely? what does the fish hook mean? and bess's makes the least sense- burning alive? in the marvin estate? maybe the agleaca picked the most painful death for the marvin blood relation? idk. up for debate lmk ya thoughts

and lastly:

-i remember seeing this ending for the first time and i had just been traumatized by avengers endgame and since black widow is also a redhead seeing that shit at the bottom of the cliff it was like 😰😰😰 TOO SOON

-random thoughts-

these are just things i noticed, feel free to grapple with them or take note of them for extrapolation in s3 (lord knows i wont be) they probably belonged in recaps for previous eps but i either didnt find them in my notebook or couldnt fit them in

•nancy and truth/the perception of truth: using facts to suit theories instead of creating theories to suit facts- nancy often plays with the perception of truth and the details that fall between the steps; but she is also a victim to them by people who also know how to play the game (ie Carson) ex lying about the dress (tea cups and knives, trash got picked up, bail paid 1 hr ago) her inferences can be off from what others tell her ("people always lie") but she can also come to the wrong conclusions organically (carsons trial) more willing to believe the best in others/wanting them to be innocent (think nick ep 1) but later finding out the truths hurts more so she chooses to isolate herself and avoid involving others to be spared pain

•maybe i'm dumb, but who is "mr marvin" exactly? owen? the bald guy from the funeral? this comes from the guy who takes sailboats out like ep 4ish and says "ive worked for the marvins 20 years" she compliments the ship, he says "mr marvin and i just took her out this morning" so?? who is that? plus last ep just saying cassidy and isaac are her "late husbands children" dows thet mean sebastian? like did diana marry in? i feel like it would be odd for her to so embrace the "marvin way" if she wasnt a true born marvin

•ik college becomes a more s2 topic but none of the crew have ever been to college 🤔

•nick + the relationships with people whose reputations are tarnished: tiffany with investigating the hudsons/marvins, josh with murder/attempted murder, kate and 'stealing'/lying about nancy (esp compared to her almost preternatural kindness i mentioned before), george and her mom/family's reputations --> this kind of segues into nick + the concept of believing people you love could be capable of horrific things- accidental or on purpose (see- having to tell his family what happened)

•at the beginning, nancy kind of seems to be the "i'm sorry you're upset" kind of apologist and knows it. she also doesnt usually apologize earnestly bc shes never really sorry (she always has to get what she needs first ie coins mess) and she doesnt want to lie; to me it seems she doesnt like to bother with other people bc they require certain cues/niceties that are often lies- they ask "how are you" without meaning it, they dont really want an honest response except "fine", they dont like it when you call them out on fakeness, etc/ they require apologies for their bruised feelings even if youre right (and nancy can be pretty rude/nasty if provoked- a harshness unsoftened by sympathy)

•cont'd from the good place ep- since kate apparently means nothing to nancy anymore according to last ep ("stop calling her my mother") is her policy of "always seek the truth" now null and void? this mantra is now tainted bc the person who gave it to her broke it so much. can nancy disengage w it now? does she fall from grace to be complicit in "mysteries" of her own like everyone else? does she lose some of her "god-like" holier than thou act bc she is now literally born and raised in the "darkness" of sins/ugly truths like everyone else's? (ie truth is ugly but not to nancy, until now)

•did lucy disappear because her "murder" was finally solved? or simply because her trauma was addressed- she never meant to tell anyone about her suicide plans, the twisted trauma of which was too great to contain/unable to move on due to "sin" - or unable to move on because secret of nancy's parentage still remained? "lucy never wanted me to figure out how she died" she only wanted nancy to figure out her parentage without solving the mystery, yet did lucy see/witness nancy's revelation at the claw, or with carson, or even ryan? waiting for karen/josh to know? or just vanished?

•concept of imperfect mom figures- lucy, kate, celia, victoria, even karen- who all struggle with failings

•since karen dispelled one of lucy's attempts at nancy's haunting at the garden party, is that proof she isn't haunting karen?

•the crew + needing adult help: george's possession and victoria, club busted and owen, car accident and mcginnis, thom and cipher, larkspur lane and sal, bones and john, agleaca and hannah

•everett is always sitting- at his home office, at dinner, at yacht club (wonder if that was his actor + had to do with his recasting?)

-dad talk-

•both her dads think negatively on her "girl detective" thing but ryan sees use in it as a means to get answers, carson would never 'use' her in that way

•nancy + carson : suffering

"what about what i wanted?" + carson being imprisoned for weeks but she immediately rejects him (the DAY he gets his freedom no less) with no regard to his suffering (caused by herdiary!!) in regards to her own from this new knowledge (she does suffer a lot- "almost dying is my new normal" but still)/ the "thankless job" of parenting

•nancy + adults - connected to cop thing a few posts earlier : nancy is v precocious and smart for her age- she is "old enough" but also has trouble with the "adults" in her life- fathers, moms, karen, and cops letting her down but depends heavily on "adults" she cantrust- hannah gruen, john sander, lisbeth- highlighting her youth and occasional naiveté; nancy is unafraid to hold adults accountable for their actions (ie karen) but also loses them as allies along the way. both hannah and john are very nonthreatening and also experts in their fields, while her fathers and karen are revealed to be "just another brick in the wall" average, capable of mistakes, and not the people she expects them to be, while characters like john and hannah can only benefit nancy because either they do not mean as much to her or have no reason/nothing to gain by lying; they are purposefully shown to be small, demure, gentle, and nonthreatening as foils/opposed to karen, ryan, and josh whom she previously trusted; carson (+kate) is nonviolent as well but has the biggest betrayal which is perceived as an act of violence to her very personhood/shattering who she thought she was so she cannot be that anymore (admits truths to john "everytime i dig i hurt everyone" and hannah-agleaca) : unclear if redemption is possible for anyone :

•nancy bonds with carson over loss and then ryan over haunting. but actually, nancy rejects carson over loss bc she wanted to say goodbye and wasnt allowed to- so carson was with kate but nancy was not. nancy and ryan are more equals about haunting bc they both start around the same time and conclude together as well [nancy and ryan bond over thinking their parents conspired to kill lucy- think sitting on the floor at velvet masque] nancy is appreciated by ryan for her ability to get answers- he has no qualms about going through her/outside of police bc he wants results/instant gratification and thinks nancy is more so the expert in her field/respects her even through her age- once again acknowledging she is braver than he is (think lucy + claw parking lot) and her portent in the car freaks him out bc shes usually always in control, esp with him

•bc nancy was told "you can't be afraid of the truth" until she was / ironic bc shes braver than him except when the truth is they are related then she's scared to tell him while he actually starts to take some initiative

•nancy picked "the wrong person" to help her through her grief in her dad's eyes like her mom's best friend was somehow a better choice? carson truly "parents" nancy even during grief and haunting (which she rejects) whereas nancy and ryan are really equals in all their situations which is actually better for her and easier for her to maintain- nancy's expectations are low so anything that ryan gives is a bonus. nancy's expectations of carson were shattered by his lies so now she has nothing to connect with him about- they could barely even connect when sharing the same grief- carson actually very hypocritical hence nancy's upset at karen revelation yet carson doesn't agree bc hes the "adult" and shes the "child" not realizing she hadnt been one for a long time (hidden staircase perhaps?) whereas ryan better treats her with lack of controlling parental nature bc he is impressed with her competence before he receives that knowledge; "lucy was smarter than me too" acknowledging her intellect negates his ability to "parent" ie control her to leave him solely with caring about her wellbeing in her situations + aftermath - i honestly dont think carson would ever admit that shes smarter than him* bc he thinks shes not "all grown up" yet ("youve kept me on the bench for years"); ryan is more willing to meet her where she's at which is so important for all her good relationships - ace, owen, etc

*carson asks for nancy to figure out "who to trust" in ep 12, finally admitting that she is useful/ie acknowledging that her skills/abilities do help, are necessary, and can in fact save lives --> this is then s2 follow up by working for him (but it takes him that long)

•ryan/nancy/carson venn diagram - using sex to escape trauma

•if not carson vs ryan then what about celia and everett vs patrice (and josh)? at this point in the narrative, do you think ryan's parents would take his side should the knowledge become public (without their involvement), or deny nancy?

•"we were a family" + the disruption of family dinner- kate was really the one holding that family together and her death makes it unsustainable

okay!! that's all folks! i have exhausted my plethora of nancy drew thoughts + knowledge. you will never have to hear from me again!! TYSSM 😘

#brooklyn's ND primer #nancy drew cw #the Great Rewatch of 2021 #you best start believing in ghost stories miss drew - you're in one

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The Gorka

Traversing northeast, following along the banks of the white capped Koda River. Three soldiers from EastVale adorned in chainmail with large wooden triangular shields drudge slowly in the brisk morning air. They’ve been tasked with a routine scouting mission of the region. Following a well beaten trail that leads them through large conifers that dominate the base of the Gorka Mountains, the lead soldier picks up his pace to a run. The suns rays fight to shine through dense blue firs and deep green pines. Struggling to keep pace, the two soldiers come around a large blue spruce to a clearing. The trees have opened up to expose peaks as the sun sets the mountainside ablaze in a beautiful golden red. Both soldiers squinting and adjusting their eyes from the sun to see the third soldier as they begin to approach him.

Slightly out of breathe, a slender dark complexioned man with light green eyes says “what gives lieutenant?”

Snapping quickly, a slightly shorter man with dirty blonde hair and a scar halfway across his forehead says “Private Meldon, don’t address the lieutenant that way.”

“At ease men,” Lieutenant Yardley says in a calm voice. “This is what its all about.” lifting his arms out wide, still looking at the mountainside as he absorbs the suns early rays upon his face. Seconds drift by as he remains completely still. Turning to face the other two soldiers. Lieutenant Yardley’s grizzled looking face brightens as his thick black mustache raises with a smile. His blue eyes soften in the expression, as the stocky bald headed man says “men, this can be a cruel world. So when you find beauty, please take time to soak it in.” With that, he splits between the two lower ranking soldiers back toward the beaten path and continues northeast.

Arriving at a fork in the trailhead, the Koda River bends northwest as the beaten path continues to follow its ascent deeper into the mountains. A smaller, less used path breaks off east disappearing into the foliage of the conifers.

“So, Meldon. Where would you like to go?” Lieutenant Yardley asks as the privates eyes become wide.

Private James Meldon looks back and forth from trail to trail. Not giving much time for a response, the brown eyes of the sergeant narrows, as the scar on his forehead moves closer to his dirty blonde brows.

Sergeant Sutcliff snaps out “The lieutenant asked you a question, private!”

Before Meldon could muster a response, Yardley says “Damn! Sutcliff. Are you gonna berate Meldon all day? That and remind him of his rank too? Because I remember when you were a private.” A smile forms under his bushy mustache, “those were some ugly times.”

“This is his first mission, outside of the tower Lieutenant.” Sergeant Sutcliff apologetically responds. “I figured I would keep him on his toes? So he knows how serious these scouting missions are.”

“I’m sure he knows Sutcliff. Growing up in EastVale, we have all heard the stories of the Gorka. But those are kids stories, meant to keep us from running too far away.” Yardley proclaims jovially. “So, shall we take the common path that you will walk for the next couple years while stationed here? Or walk into the Gorka Mountains that has been used to frighten you as a child?”

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Pausing, to look at both the higher ranking members, Meldon knows this to be some sort of a test. Not wanting to look weak in front of his superiors Meldon strides confidently by them. Following the lightly beaten path, Meldon leads his superiors into the Gorka Mountains.

With the stories from his youth swirling within his mind, Meldon moves forward nervously. Fear sinking deeper in his heart with any noise he hears if he can’t immediately rationalize why it was made. Adding to his fear is the large conifers. Their limbs stretch out as they fight each other for sunlight. Some have grown so far that they have begun to embed themselves into the neighboring trees. Making a living wall, that is hampering his sight while increasing his heart rate. Realizing now his pace has quickened, he turns around in a panic. Not seeing his fellow scouting members brings a shiver up his spine. He quickly begins back tracking in hopes of finding them.

Coming around a cypress that has forced the trail to bend around it, Private Meldon begins to hear a slight mumbling of voices. As the mumblings turn to laughter and the laughter into broken conversations, James begins to calm himself knowing he’s no longer alone. While waiting on his fellow soldiers, snapping and breaking of limbs can be heard north of the trail. Just beyond the tree line that forms a green and blue barrier wall. His heart spiking, he knows he must do his duty and investigate. With a deep breathe the Private calms his nerves. Courage of knowing his fellow scouts to be within an earshot, he approaches the dense tree line and peers through in an attempt to see what could be scurrying about. Striding along the tree line to keep pace with what is causing all the noise. Meldon lifts his military issued shield and forces his way through the many low hanging branches. He tucks his slender frame in behind the wider triangular shield. His progress becomes quicker as the limbs give way to flow around his shoulders. Suddenly, he loses his balance from a low branch, catching his ankle. Stumbling and falling face down, Meldon quickly pushes himself up to his feet to see the back of a black bear walking on its hind legs through the thick pines due north of him. Startled by the sight of the bear—but in no immediate danger—Meldon takes in the beauty of seeing his first bear. As he takes in the sight, he notices something strange about the bear. A sinking feeling sets in as he realizes this black bear doesn’t appear to have legs of its own. Rather, it’s being supported by two thick red armored legs. Crashing back through the low limbs, Meldon frantically runs to find his superiors.

Out of breathe and frantically trying to explain what he saw moments ago. Meldon can’t complete a sentence and is cut off by Sutcliff…

“What are you saying Private Meldon?”

“We can’t understand you?”

Sutcliff glancing at Yardley, “Lieutenant, this boy has frightened himself dumb!”

“Sutcliff!! You’re making this worse. Give Meldon some room.” Yardley approaches the private slowly. Placing a hand on Meldon’s shoulder, in a calm voice looking into his frightened eyes, he asks “Take a deep breathe Meldon. Now tell me exactly what you saw?”

Not leaving any details out. Meldon tells Sutcliff and the Lieutenant everything that has transpired. Even his thoughts during the encounter. Sutcliff laughs multiples times while Meldon recites his feelings. Those laughs become harder while hearing about the crashing and falling through the trees. The fear on Meldon’s face while explaining the encounter with the black bear almost had Sutcliff fall over with laughter. Meanwhile, Yardley’s face never changes. He listens intently to every part and detail the

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frightened Private says. Watching his every hand movement and facial expression. Only cutting James story short after hearing about the thick red armored legs.

The description of the red legs abruptly stops Sutcliff’s laughing as Yardley turns to face him. “Are you sure Private Meldon? Is that what you really saw? Sutcliff, unconvinced by the story continues to question the young private.

Yardley in a clear and direct tone says “Sutcliff. You heard him as clear as I did. You can see the fear in his face. I know you remember the first time you laid eyes on one. I assure you Meldon is telling the truth. He saw a Gorka.”

After hearing the name Gorka, Meldon quickly spits out “What now? Do we go back and report?”

Sutcliff begins laughing as Yardley stares down Meldon with a very serious look on his grizzled face to say “We hunt it down and we kill it.”

Walking through the dense forest on the trail of the Gorka, the soldiers easily make their way through the already pushed and broken low laying limbs. Suddenly they all freeze, as Yardley raises his right hand. Bringing it down half way in a fist, he points forward as they all kneel and begin advancing slowly toward a clearing of the forest. Kneeling down between two large outstretched conifers in meter high grass at the edge of the clearing. They lay eyes on four Gorka. Their inside arms extended, hands placed on the shoulder of the one standing in front. Completing a square in a small open plain. Beyond the Gorka, the plain ends as a large cave entrance has been carved into the deep red rocks of the escarpment.

“Why are they standing that way?” A confused James Meldon says in a low voice.

Yardley responds “We believe that’s how they communicate. We don’t have any reports of hearing them talk.”

“So what’s the plan? Sutcliff interjects, as he begins to stand. His eyes fixed on the Gorka, Sutcliff drops his shield to replace it with a short sword on his right hip. With the right hand pulling a long sword from the sheathe on his back.

“like I already said. We kill them all.” Yardley’s voice becomes grim as a look of focus crosses his mustached face. “Men, ready yourselves. And if they try to flee. DO NOT let them reach their cave!”

Walking out of the tall grass and into the clearing of the plain. Lieutenant Yardley is focused with a calm look upon his grizzled face with a long sword and a large triangular shield. Sergeant Sutcliff and Private Meldon are flanking his position as they close the distance to ten meters. The Gorka begin to break from their trance like state and turn to face the soldiers. Holding their ground, two Gorka holding clubs in both hands that resemble branches of trees nearby. One Gorka with a large mace and the last holding a spear. Closing to within five meters now. Meldon can feel his heart pounding in his chest as if it’s trying to escape through his chainmail. Thinking of the stories from his youth of Gorka being three meters tall and two meters wide. As he approaches, seeing now they are barely half that height, he calms his mind. Still, these foes are much thicker than his lean build.

Almost within striking distance Meldon takes a quick look over his right shoulder to his fellow soldiers as a loud “thud” makes his heart skip a beat. A rock ricochets off of Yardley’s wooden shield. With the

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breaking of silence, Yardley explodes forward. Coming through the center, Lieutenant Yardley splits the Gorka into two groups. Taking a mace hit to his large shield, he forces that Gorka out wide and singles out a club wielding Gorka. Fainting an overhead swing, Yardley with years of training thrusts straight out to bury the tip of his long sword into the Gorka’s right shoulder. But before he can retreat, the Gorka retaliates by slamming the tree limbed club into the shoulder of his long sword arm. Side stepping with the blow, Yardley’s eyes widen as a wooden spear tip crosses right before his face. Watching the spear retract, Yardley has to grip his shield tight as a blow crashes into his shield to leave his shoulder aching in pain…

Meldon watching Yardley split the Gorka knows he needs to move. Battle has started and this is when he needs to trust the training the EastVale military has given him. Shadowing the Lieutenants movements, Meldon measures up the off balanced Gorka that has been pushed backwards by Yardley’s shield. He scores a hit as the Gorka’s thick naturally armored body absorbs the blow. Pulling out and back, Meldon stabs quickly to puncture through the thick red plate like armor. Unfazed by the privates strike, the mace wielding Gorka slams his weapon heavy into Yardley’s shield…

Parrying a club swing with the short sword in his off hand, the duel wielding Sutcliff pushes a blow wide. He follow’s with a precision thrust of his long sword that pierces through a lower plate of the belly. Stepping back to measure his opponent, Sutcliff side steps to get the Gorka to move then stabs a slow long sword swing to measure the Gorka’s defenses. But before he could lunge in a spear stabs through the chainmail covering his left thigh. Stunned and before he can react a one meter branch lands heavy into his chest knocking him to the ground…

With the mace wielding Gorka’s focus still on the lieutenant, Meldon takes a large stride forward, dropping his weight down with a heavy overhead swing as his long sword slices through the black bear cape. The blow crashes through the thick plates of the right shoulder of the Gorka. Reversing the momentum, Meldon thrusts upward, but the attack is deflected away by the Gorka’s heavily armored right arm. Two quick steps brings the Gorka around to face Meldon as the bear cape falls to the ground. Before the private can step back, a large mace hits him solidly on his right shoulder. Stumbling as he tries not to fall, Meldon sticks the bottom tip of his triangular shield into the ground to help aid him from falling. Quickly pivoting off the shield, the private twists his body around as his feet follow beneath him, all before the Gorka could strike at him again…

Quickly peering over his shield, Yardley notices the mace wielding Gorka turn away from him. So he brings his attention to the club wielding Gorka in front and the Gorka with the spear, that’s just out of range to his right. Pushing the center, Yardley knows he has tactfully split the battlefield and put his men in a better chance to survive. But holding this position, the veteran lieutenant knows it will put him in the most danger. On comes the Gorka with a two handed shoulder high swing of the club, that Yardley absorbs into his shield. He quickly counter thrusts and slices above the Gorka’s large left eye. The slice leaves a stream of blood dripping off of the Gorka’s face. Twisting and pushing the shield out wide, he parries the club and forces the Gorka to pivot. Yardley stabs down and through the exoskeleton armor protecting the Gorka’s thick thigh as a heavy backhand whips Yardley’s head as far to the right as it can go…

Dazed and laying on his back, Sergeant Sutcliff is down but doesn’t panic. Gripping both his swords tight he brings them up to defend his body. Seeing the Gorka with the spear to his left advance forward, he rolls to his right as a club collides in the ground where he was just laying. Quickly sitting up while the

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Gorka is pulling the club from the ground, Sutcliff stabs out with his short sword. The thrust pierces through the heavily armored left calf, dropping the Gorka to its knees. The Gorka places its left hand on the ground in an attempt to getup. Sutcliff, from a seated position, leans back lifting his legs and spins on his butt—rotating himself counterclockwise. As Sutcliff’s feet line up with the Gorka, his long sword trails behind in a full swing. The swing slices the Gorka’s forearm cleanly off just below the joint of the elbow. The Gorka writhes in pain and drops to the ground face down. Just as the sergeant tries to catch his breath, a bloody tipped spear thrust comes over the back of the downed Gorka forcing Sutcliff on his back once more…

Happy that the pivot off the shield was successful, Meldon poises himself as the Gorka squares up to him. Realizing he’s too far away now for help, the private takes a deep breath and an unsteady swallow. The Gorka comes in hard with an overhead swing that Meldon steps into to block with his shield. The impact of the blow stops Meldon in his tracks, and doesn’t allow for a counter attack. So the private waits for the Gorka to attack again. This time a waist high swing that stings as it bounces off of Meldon’s shield. A second waist high swing forces Meldon to take a couple steps sideways. Knowing the Gorka has to close the distance after those couple of steps, Meldon feels he has the Gorka’s timing down. Pausing long enough for the two steps, Meldon circles to his right as the anticipated blow barely misses. Thrusting in a two stab combination, low then high, both Meldon’s counterstrikes register hits. Meldon continues to circle, gaining the back of the humanoid. His eyes light up in delight to deliver another well practiced combo, curtesy of his military training…

The young privates delight turns to ash in his stomach in an instant as he notices he’s not the one with the upper hand—it’s the Gorka who’s timed Meldon’s movements. He realizes too late that the Gorka wasn’t spinning with him or trying to keep up. The Gorka had baited the private and spun the opposite direction. Trailing behind the Gorka’s spin, Meldon sees his large mace in a two handed full strength swing. All Meldon can do is hold fast his shield as he watches the mace getting closer…

Spitting out a mouth full of blood, Yardley notices the Gorka doesn’t advance. Just holding the makeshift club, standing very still. Yardley faints in and stops to watch a weak counter swing from the Gorka as it can’t plant to add any strength. Attempting to balance on a single leg, the momentum of the swing causes the Gorka to rotate sideways. Yardley seizes the opportunity. Taking a quick step forward to stab under the left arm and into the unprotected armpit. The lieutenant doesn’t stop pushing his blade until the Gorka’s body goes limp and crumbles to the grassy plain. Yardley retracts his sword from the lifeless body, blood coating the length of the blade. He then turns and runs in one fluid movement…

Seeing his own blood drip from the tip of the wooden spear only millimeters above his face, Sutcliff knows he can’t stay on his back long. His assailant now over top of the face downed Gorka, the Sergeant can’t get to his feet before the Gorka skewers him. As the spear tip closes in, Sutcliff attempts to parry the blow wide of his body with his longsword. Immense pain takes hold of Sutcliff as the spear pierces through his left bicep, pinning his arm to the ground. He screams out in agony as the Gorka grinds the spear head into his arm. Waves of pain shoot throughout the entirety of his body. Gritting through the pain, Sutcliff feels blindly through the grass on his right side, looking for the longsword he dropped seconds ago. Watching the Gorka step over him. Stopping at his waist, they lock eyes. In the gaze, Sutcliff can see the squirming of his own reflection in the deep blackness of the large protruding eyes. Pain begins to subside as the silence becomes the calm. The Gorka pulls the spear from the ground,

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releasing his arm to raise it above his chest. No fear crossing the sergeants mind—only clarity—knowing he has lost and this will soon end…

Laying on his back with ringing in his ears from the blow of the mace. Meldon peers through a cracked piece of the shield to see the Gorka bring down another vicious mace swing. The swing splinters further down the center of the shield to the straps of his left arm. Searching to his right for his long sword, Meldon reaches out as a third blow forces his left forearm down, into his chest stealing the air within his lungs. Gasping for oxygen another blow slams down as pain streaks from his left forearm. Bracing his right hand against the back of the shield, yet another blow slams the shield down, forcing his hand and the shield into his forehead. Blinking and squinting, Private Meldon’s vision becomes blurred as streams of blood flow down from a large cut on his forehead. All sound is muffled as pain begins to register throughout his body. No longer able to keep his arms up, Meldon drops the splintered and broken shield to his chest. Watching the Gorka through blood stained eyes creep toward the top part of his body. He struggles with every agonizing breath as any movement strikes pain through his battered body. The thought of crying out crosses his mind but the lack of oxygen in his lungs and the weight of the chainmail and shield bearing down on his chest becomes to much. All he can do is watch the deep red of the semi circular mountain stone, that has been affixed on a shaft, lift high above his face, as the Gorka lines up to end this skirmish between Human and Gorka…

Waiting for the spear head to enter his body, Sutcliff begins to close his eyes. Choosing the blackness of the backs of his eyelids over the face of this Gorka as the last thing he sees before leaving the lands of KorsVale. An extremely loud “smack” forces his eyelids open. Seeing a blur of Lieutenant Yardley pass over him as the Gorka with the spear seems to be affixed to his shield. All sounds and movements are slow to return, until a familiar voice can be heard.

“TRENT, MOVE YOUR ASS!!!” Yardley shouts to his belabored sergeant.

With Yardley’s voice resonating through his mind, Sutcliff is brought back to the sounds of battle all around him. Watching the Gorka slide across the ground with Yardley in quick pursuit. Sutcliff quickly looks to his left, seeing his short sword just beyond the fingers of his left hand. Reaching for it, only pain registers as no movement comes from his left arm. Feeling a strong hand grip completely around the calf of his right leg, Sutcliff looks to his feet as he’s drug a short distance. Looking up, now in front of the one armed Gorka. Pausing for an instant at the sight of the Gorka, Sutcliff watches as it lifts itself to one knee and reaches out for the club. Rolling to his left side the sergeant kicks at the club then scrambles on his belly looking for any of his weapons. Grabbing the short sword in his right hand Sutcliff rolls to his back as the Gorka comes over him with the club outstretched above his head. His eyes widen, and Trent forces himself from the ground to thrust his short sword into the lower abdomen of the Gorka. The thrust stops the attack as the club falls to the ground. With life fading, the Gorka drops to its knees then falls to its face, pinning Sutcliff’s legs under the immense armored weight of its body…

Before the Gorka finishes sliding on its back, Yardley is above the creature swinging down heavily. The Gorka without its spear can only put its hands up in defense. With each hack cracking the thick exoskeleton armor around its forearms. Yardley begins to smile wickedly seeing progress. Splintering large pieces of the natural armor, the lieutenant becomes energized with each swing. Until the blade embeds deep into the forearms, causing the tip of the long sword to break and fly off. Unrelenting in the assault, Yardley pulls back quickly and thrusts under the defending arms to stab into the throat of the Gorka. Burying the broken blade until the tip is stopped by the ground beneath the creature.

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Loud thuds ring in the air as Yardley turns to see Meldon struggling to defend as a Gorka pummels his shield. Dropping the shield and leaving the broken sword, Yardley sprints as fast as he can to try and aid his private. Scooping up the spear laying next to Sutcliff, he closes the distance as the Gorka positions itself to lay one last ending blow to Private Meldon…

Slowly raising his right hand out in front of his face, Meldon knows he won’t be able to stop the blow from killing him. But it’s all he can muster to at least try to save his life. In motion to deliver the death blow, the Gorka is suddenly thrust forward as a spear head shoots from its chest. Taking one last gasp the creature stumbles then falls out of Meldon’s sight. Lieutenant Yardley now standing over him, extends an arm. Helping Meldon to his feet and looking him over, Yardley says “You will live. Now help Sutcliff and tend to your wounds. We need to get out of here.”

Yardley immediately begins searching the bodies of the Gorka. With each passing second he becomes more irritated and can be heard mumbling slurs. Searching the last Gorka and the furthest from the group, Yardley pauses staring at the entrance of the cave beyond the plain. Then quickly turns to face his soldiers with a visible strain on his grizzled face. Walking toward the two beaten and battered subordinates, Yardley shakes his head multiple times.

“Meldon. Take your armor off. I have a task for you that I would prefer to do myself, but im gonna need to carry Sutcliff…”

Sutcliff interrupts to say “I can walk Lieutenant. I’m fine.”

In a calm direct voice, Yardley say “Sutcliff. I know you’re a proud and strong man, and those wounds will heal, but this is not the time for you to argue.”

They hastily strip off their chainmail, Meldon assists Sutcliff out of his. Yardley informs Meldon of the task that he needs him to do before departing with Sutcliff positioned on his shoulders.

Using a large pine as cover, Private Meldon can no longer hear his fellow soldiers making their way through the forest to his rear. Peering around a large pine tree to see the blood-soaked battlefield, he replays the carnage in his mind as a shiver runs up his spine. As moments pass without any movement the private begins to think this task pointless, like so many the EastVale military has given him over the past year. Lieutenant Yardley never told him how long to wait, just stay and observe, until heading down to rejoin them at the river. Meldon wonders if they made it back to the lightly beaten trail. “How can Gorka track humans so easily?” He thinks to himself. “Why must I stay behind before rejoining them at Koda River?” None of this would have happened if he would have chosen the path next to the river.

Then, movement from the cave entrance catches Meldon’s eyes. As a Gorka comes running out, spending only a second at the battlefield, then returns to the cave. Seconds pass as it reemerges from the cave to stand and point out into the field, where the battle took place and in perfect line to Meldon—still hiding amongst the trees. He watches curiously as the Gorka stands and holds its arm out. A movement in the shadows beyond the Gorka becomes visible as another with a shield comes into view. As it passes the first Gorka holding its arm out, without breaking stride it reaches out to place its hand on its shoulder and slides down the outstretched arm to end at the fingers. The interaction is odd but vaguely similar to what the soldiers witnessed earlier.

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This Gorka seems different from the one it passed as Meldon continues to hold his position. He watches the creature close in to the armor, weapons, and carnage of bodies laid out from the battle. Meldon begins to see obvious differences as this Gorka reaches the first of its kin. The red is much deeper, especially across the armored exoskeleton and face. But what’s truly alarming is the sheer size. This one seems much thicker than the others laying on the ground. As it crosses the battlefield, it stops to pick up the privates broken shield. That’s when Meldon’s heart sinks. His splintered shield half the size of the shield the larger Gorka carries. It would barely be considered a buckler for this creature. Fear begins to spread his body. He sees now that the stories of his youth were true. Watching the Gorka turn to place its back to him, Meldon begins to slowly back peddle deeper into the woods. When the Gorka pulls out what seems to be a large stick with three circular balls. Watching them fall and dangle from three massive chains. That is when Meldon sees the largest flail the young private has ever laid eyes on and turns to flee.

Thrashing in a full sprint through the low brush and limbs of the dense forest floor. Meldon crashes through the wall of tree limbs dividing the forest and a slight clearing of the lightly beaten path. He gains speed as his unencumbered, tall and lean frame is no longer slowed from uneven terrain and low hanging tree limbs. He comes around a bend of the trail to lay eyes on his fellow comrades. Slowing as he passes, taking in deep breathes to gather himself, Meldon keeps pace as he back peddles to see Yardley in full perspiration. He’s baring the weight of a hobbling slow walk of the battered Sutcliff. Gathering himself, Meldon explains what he saw in detail from the moment they left until just now seeing them on the trail. Both his superiors share a chuckle through they’re straining faces as the private stares at them with a look of confusion.

“Well done private” Yardley exclaims, as the laughter subsides to be replaced by a serious look.

Meldon quickly responds “I outran the Gorka sir. There’s no way that Gorka could track me and get to us before we reach the river.”

Yardley completely calm and in a composed voice looks at Meldon to say “this Gorka you saw, is not just a Gorka. It’s a Gorkai…a creature that will hunt us down and kill us. We only killed the basic members of their colony. Now we have an elite soldier that will track us down and easily kill us.”

Meldon begins to say “But I outran it and…”

But Lieutenant Yardley interrupts him to say “Private. It doesn’t matter. What you don’t know is that fighting the Gorka, they leave a scent on you. That the Gorkai can track anywhere. Only the river can save us now.” Private Meldon runs his fingers through his short dark hair, giving his superiors a confused look. Digesting what he was told he’s unsure why they seem so calm with the advent of impending doom.

Coming around the bend and into clear sight, Meldon’s eyes light up as fear strikes him. The Gorkai emerges in a jog, a good distance away, with his massive shield and huge flail. The Gorkai picks up from a jog to a sprint. Unable to say anything Meldon just points. But both Yardley and Sutcliff already know.

“Give me your sword private” Yardley demands as he helps Sutcliff to stand and places a short sword in the only usable hand of the sergeant.

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“This is not the time to disobey orders private” Sutcliff says trying to balance mostly on his right leg.

“I have one last order of you private.” Yardley says turning to face the fear stricken young man. Reaching out and sliding the long sword from the sheath that Meldon is holding. “You must run to the river. The current will take you downstream. Don’t leave the river until you either reach our tower or you no longer see the Gorkai.” With Private Meldon staring at him wide eyed and frozen, he yells “GO NOW!!!”

Meldon blinks twice as he watches Yardley walk toward the rushing Gorkai with a long sword in each hand. As an unstable Sutcliff readies himself with a short sword. The private then turns and runs as commanded.

Hearing the river, Meldon slows to a stop. Taking deep breaths through his aching lungs, the private tries to compose himself. But every breath brings pain to his battered body. Looking down the path from which he came, he sees nothing. Not knowing if his superiors are alive or dead, he begins to pace. Finally in an act of defiance, Meldon throws his arms up as extreme pain, then numbness, consumes his left arm. Forgetting about the limb during the run, the pain reminds him now. Holding the arm close to his body Meldon begins to examine the limb. Starting with the fingers, then the wrist, the private has soreness but no apparent breaks. But unable to lift the elbow above the shoulder, Meldon believes it to be dislocated. Removing his belt to use as a sling, the private begins to back track in hopes of finding his fellow soldiers.

Surprised and frozen in fear at the sight of the Gorkai in a full sprint coming at him. Running crosses his mind but Meldon’s body won’t listen. Unable to move, the Gorkai closes in. As panic replaces fear, Meldon screams out “EEEAAAHHH.” The screaming brings life back to his legs as the private turns and runs. Seeing the river and the fork of the path, gives Meldon hope that he may survive this day. Through his own panting breaths the private can hear the Gorkai’s heavy steps close behind. Knowing now that his comrades are dead, Meldon must survive and report what has transpired this day. Coming to the high banks of the Koda River, Meldon in a full sprint, launches himself into the air and down into the quick flowing waters. Being tossed and spun in the unrelenting flow, Meldon struggles to keep his head above the surface. Wading with one arm down the river, white caps splashing into his face, Private Meldon gasps for air while looking to the banks for any signs that the Gorkai could still be stalking him.

About the Author

William Jackson is a writer, a Dungeons and Dragons enthusiast, lumberjack, gym goer and Judoka. He’s an old school gamer, lover of medieval history and ancient mythology, and enjoys high-fantasy storytelling.

About the Artist

Deric Albright is an illustrator, web designer, and Air Force Veteran. He enjoys drawing in a dark fantasy art style. He gains inspiration from artists like Frank Frazetta, Mike Ploog, Jim Lee, and many others.

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Your wild side

Chapter 3: the odyssey

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The cell faded and again the forest was devoured by the shadows as if nothing had happened. In order to inspect the damage done to his brother, I have used a blue “pocket” bone that has kept floating in his hand, giving enough light to inspect the downcast monster on the ground. But first of all ….

“SANS … ARE YOU DEAD? MMM …” Clearly not. But it had to make sure, adding to the formula a few strokes with the spear. I had no interest in seeing those dangerous teeth close at face again. Apparently he wouldn’t trouble him so he crouched and began to examine his brother by bringing the hand with the shiny bone. Apparently one of the bones hit squarely on the side of the head specifically in the sphenoid of the left wing the blow had not been very serious but it was enough to make a small crack, nothing that would leave sequels in the future, with Healing magic Or simply over time would heal without problems.

Now that he could see more calmly the physicist of Sans began to inspect his new physique; His face had not really changed except that the gold tooth had disappeared, maybe it regenerated when it started to change? , his ears; As pointy as hairy …. Soft to the touch. Papyrus did not want to admit that he had  long time caressing, them was so unusual for a skeleton. Their paws; Just as hairy as the ears, to the touch could you notice the bones beneath the … flesh? He put the bone on the floor and began to pull his hair away to see what was beneath. Oh, it was something like ecto-flesh. it could see that underneath that translucent magic of reddish color was the bone, although it was complicated to see with so much hair and so little light. As Sans showed in his positions during all his struggle, the morphology of the same had changed to some canine paws. And finally his tail … soft to the touch. ok,was more than clear that his older brother was a kind of werewolf, now came the real problem. Transport Sans to home. How could he reach the privacy of his home in time before his furry brother woke up? It was already a real odyssey unconscious but if he woke up it would be a real headache, the road to Snowdin was long but at least counted on the sentinels that were around the area were already at home (or Grillby) in that sense had freedom . But there was still the detail of the possible fight that could bring the downed skeleton in the case he woke up. After a few seconds of thinking possible Papyrus was agreed that in all the sentry station they had a capture kit; Nets, shovels, lanterns and especially ropes, that would be perfect to avoid another fight, or worse, another disappearance.

He took Sans on his back and began to walk through the woods while continuing to hold the small “pocket” bones in his hand. If it was well located, Sans’s station  is position was more or less 15 minutes from his position.

After being for half an hour walking with a skeleton on top of him, he finally reached his destination. He carefully left Sans sitting in the chair with his head resting on the wooden boards (the last thing he needed was for the snow to blow up before him) began to look for the catch kit between his brother’s accumulated crap, food bags Trash, bottles of mustard, etc. The kit was of considerable size, large enough to carry everything but at the same time suitably small to carry it easily.

Papyrus’s eye lit up and his face was as red as the blood itself as he stared at Sans sleeping peacefully in his seat, raising his fist as he squeezed it tightly, trying to cope with the urge to drown his brother’s mammon with his own hands , When his soul no longer ran the risk of catching fire I took a deep breath and turned my gaze back to the capture kit which was now filled only with bottles of mustard, everything else had disappeared.

he grabbed Sans’s unconscious body again and followed the path, Doggo’s stacion was a few feet ahead. It was better for Doggo to have everything in order, or else dust would cross Snowdin’s air.

When he arrived at the Papyrus Sentinel post he repeated the steps taken at the Sans post, when it was time to open the kit, he found that besides the corresponding equipment there were also dog biscuits, well, it was forgivable. Papyrus pushed Sans back along the table and pulled out the ropes. Two ropes; One to tie the front legs and others to the rear. His sharp mouth was now missing. He could not use the spare strings to obstruct his brother’s sharp mouth, it would be like using a sword to hold the rope that would help you down a cliff, the rope would be cut without warning. Instead I used his long handkerchief, it was still easy to crack, but at least I would have time to react. He enveloped Sans’s mouth with two turns completely concealing it and tying it with a knot from behind.

It felt strange, to see how the other looked like a hunting piece but was a necessary evil thing if he wanted to get as easy as possible. After that he made the heavy skeleton-wolf to his shoulders taking head and front legs to the left with the tail and hind legs to the right beginning to walk light at first and then to accelerate the pace. Right now it was at night time so there would not be many resident monsters strolling around in the surrounding area, although the truth is that it was unusual to see people strolling away from the security of their house at that time of the “night”.

Although clearly Sans became increasingly heavy he had no real difficulty in moving him, he still slept placidly. The only thing that really gave him work was the dilapidated bridge, when crossing a single monster was already pretty fucked but to do with an extra weight was already another level of instability, Papyrus almost jumped the bones when he lost his balance to one side of the damned bridge.

Thanks to King Asgore that in Snowing there were two transport points in the shape of an igloo, one at the entrance of the village after passing the shop and the inn and the other right at home. He remembered that at first he wanted to destroy it, it made him no fun to have so visible access by his house, but he didn’t because according to Sans those transporters were made many years ago with the intention of making it safer for children to go from one place to another of the town and that in addition of no potentially dangerous monster would use such thing. The tall skeleton sigh and caress the other’s skull “GOODNESS THAT I  HAD LISTEN YOU …”. To pass through the city without being perceived would be impossible unlike that in the forest the city was much more alive and it was certain that at some moment of the passage they would meet with somebody.

Already in the entrance of the town with the great poster massacred by the mistreatment of the time it said cheerfully “welcome to Snowdin”. A quick glance made a Papyrus with tired shoulders perceive that the inn expelled light from its windows, he would have to run past unless he wanted the owner of the posara to notice the load he carried, and he did not feel like anyone knew Of this problem (let alone the gossipy sisters …). Once out of “danger” made a quick look around you could see the square in the background but no monster prowling in it.

He started to leave the body on the ground and once finished stretching began to put the skeleton through the entrance of the igloo, had certainly been made for children the entrance was small there was no problem in putting Sans, first the head and then push the rest of the body inward. When he returned to look, he had disappeared, he was supposed to be at the side of the house. All right. Just when Papyrus crouched to enter the teletrancarrier.

“Sir Commander!” His eyesockets remained dark and he felt a cold sweat begin to slide down his skull. They had seen him.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT!?” - I have turned his attention. He was no more than a lizard boy with a  sweater of red and black stripes with hands all over his body, his tail bobbing timidly for happiness. His face held steady in the face of the Commander who had been speechless. Could this child have seen what happened?

“Sir Commander! Sir Commander! I just wanted to say that you and the Captain Undyne the coolest monsters ever ! you are my idols! ”- Papyrus literally thought he would burst with emotion, at least he did not give signs of having witnessed anything-“ ….you would give me his autograph?”-He said timidly, lowering his tone of voice for the shame, he dont have time for nonsense. “I HAVE TO GO,KID” he got up and started walking. He had to get home as soon as possible to pick up Sans. “One day I would like to become a high-ranking officer of the royal guard like you” - “WITHOUT HANDS I DON’T BELIEVE IT"the burlesque tone of the words rush with the lack of sympathy of the same did  a click on the little boy, really Papyrus he didn’t so with malice he simply released it without thinking. When he turned to see the little monster he immediately regretted being a bigmouth. The creature in front of him had his head down and trembled trying to hide his tears, had given him where it hurt him most- "I-I’m sorry m-much sir  * hip * I don’t know what I would be thinking about it and I … sorry for be lost his time * hip * ”- Well done sack of bones … He thought to himself the child was beginning to leave when Papyrus placed his hand on his head as he crouched. The small body began to shiver but kept his head down. “LOOK,I SORRY FOR BEING SO ABRUPT I HAVE BEEN AN INBECIL WITH THAT. DO NOT MAKE ME CASE ”-“ b-but you’re right "sobs * everyone says the same to me” - “KID, DO NOT LET NOBODY REMOVE YOU DESIRES IS THE ONLY ONE tTHING THAT MAKES US STRUTES OF ALL THIS SHITTY” - the body was set straight. yeaf,fir I know that you have to keep your refutation “- Papyrus nodded in affirmation after that the child just ran away happier than it ever was. It wasn’t a lie he had to maintain his reputation even if he was a cold-blooded killer he still had empathy (even though he never showed it) children were the only monsters that could be called "pure” inside this world of shit ruled by the powerful. He remembered how small, silly and naive he was. He thought everyone could be good people, but that very day he got his scar, the same day that brother lost his tooth, showed him the opposite. He understood how this world worked perfectly remembered the pain he felt in his soul for being so stupid in spite of that Sans was always there helping and encouraging him.

When he got home it found the still unconscious body on the floor in front of the igloo, grabbed it again and took it to the shed.

thank for reading ^^

#underfell #wolvesfell #fanfic

[angisam]

Your wild side

Chapter 3: the odyssey

Ao3 (español)   Ao3

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Word: 1980

The cell faded and again the forest was devoured by the shadows as if nothing had happened. In order to inspect the damage done to his brother, I have used a blue "pocket" bone that has kept floating in his hand, giving enough light to inspect the downcast monster on the ground. But first of all ....

"SANS ... ARE YOU DEAD? MMM ..." Clearly not. But it had to make sure, adding to the formula a few strokes with the spear. I had no interest in seeing those dangerous teeth close at face again. Apparently he wouldn't trouble him so he crouched and began to examine his brother by bringing the hand with the shiny bone. Apparently one of the bones hit squarely on the side of the head specifically in the sphenoid of the left wing the blow had not been very serious but it was enough to make a small crack, nothing that would leave sequels in the future, with Healing magic Or simply over time would heal without problems.

Now that he could see more calmly the physicist of Sans began to inspect his new physique; His face had not really changed except that the gold tooth had disappeared, maybe it regenerated when it started to change? , his ears; As pointy as hairy .... Soft to the touch. Papyrus did not want to admit that he had  long time caressing, them was so unusual for a skeleton. Their paws; Just as hairy as the ears, to the touch could you notice the bones beneath the ... flesh? He put the bone on the floor and began to pull his hair away to see what was beneath. Oh, it was something like ecto-flesh. it could see that underneath that translucent magic of reddish color was the bone, although it was complicated to see with so much hair and so little light. As Sans showed in his positions during all his struggle, the morphology of the same had changed to some canine paws. And finally his tail ... soft to the touch. ok,was more than clear that his older brother was a kind of werewolf, now came the real problem. Transport Sans to home. How could he reach the privacy of his home in time before his furry brother woke up? It was already a real odyssey unconscious but if he woke up it would be a real headache, the road to Snowdin was long but at least counted on the sentinels that were around the area were already at home (or Grillby) in that sense had freedom . But there was still the detail of the possible fight that could bring the downed skeleton in the case he woke up. After a few seconds of thinking possible Papyrus was agreed that in all the sentry station they had a capture kit; Nets, shovels, lanterns and especially ropes, that would be perfect to avoid another fight, or worse, another disappearance.

He took Sans on his back and began to walk through the woods while continuing to hold the small "pocket" bones in his hand. If it was well located, Sans's station  is position was more or less 15 minutes from his position.

After being for half an hour walking with a skeleton on top of him, he finally reached his destination. He carefully left Sans sitting in the chair with his head resting on the wooden boards (the last thing he needed was for the snow to blow up before him) began to look for the catch kit between his brother's accumulated crap, food bags Trash, bottles of mustard, etc. The kit was of considerable size, large enough to carry everything but at the same time suitably small to carry it easily.

Papyrus's eye lit up and his face was as red as the blood itself as he stared at Sans sleeping peacefully in his seat, raising his fist as he squeezed it tightly, trying to cope with the urge to drown his brother's mammon with his own hands , When his soul no longer ran the risk of catching fire I took a deep breath and turned my gaze back to the capture kit which was now filled only with bottles of mustard, everything else had disappeared.

he grabbed Sans's unconscious body again and followed the path, Doggo's stacion was a few feet ahead. It was better for Doggo to have everything in order, or else dust would cross Snowdin's air.

When he arrived at the Papyrus Sentinel post he repeated the steps taken at the Sans post, when it was time to open the kit, he found that besides the corresponding equipment there were also dog biscuits, well, it was forgivable. Papyrus pushed Sans back along the table and pulled out the ropes. Two ropes; One to tie the front legs and others to the rear. His sharp mouth was now missing. He could not use the spare strings to obstruct his brother's sharp mouth, it would be like using a sword to hold the rope that would help you down a cliff, the rope would be cut without warning. Instead I used his long handkerchief, it was still easy to crack, but at least I would have time to react. He enveloped Sans's mouth with two turns completely concealing it and tying it with a knot from behind.

It felt strange, to see how the other looked like a hunting piece but was a necessary evil thing if he wanted to get as easy as possible. After that he made the heavy skeleton-wolf to his shoulders taking head and front legs to the left with the tail and hind legs to the right beginning to walk light at first and then to accelerate the pace. Right now it was at night time so there would not be many resident monsters strolling around in the surrounding area, although the truth is that it was unusual to see people strolling away from the security of their house at that time of the "night".

Although clearly Sans became increasingly heavy he had no real difficulty in moving him, he still slept placidly. The only thing that really gave him work was the dilapidated bridge, when crossing a single monster was already pretty fucked but to do with an extra weight was already another level of instability, Papyrus almost jumped the bones when he lost his balance to one side of the damned bridge.

Thanks to King Asgore that in Snowing there were two transport points in the shape of an igloo, one at the entrance of the village after passing the shop and the inn and the other right at home. He remembered that at first he wanted to destroy it, it made him no fun to have so visible access by his house, but he didn't because according to Sans those transporters were made many years ago with the intention of making it safer for children to go from one place to another of the town and that in addition of no potentially dangerous monster would use such thing. The tall skeleton sigh and caress the other's skull "GOODNESS THAT I  HAD LISTEN YOU ...". To pass through the city without being perceived would be impossible unlike that in the forest the city was much more alive and it was certain that at some moment of the passage they would meet with somebody.

Already in the entrance of the town with the great poster massacred by the mistreatment of the time it said cheerfully "welcome to Snowdin". A quick glance made a Papyrus with tired shoulders perceive that the inn expelled light from its windows, he would have to run past unless he wanted the owner of the posara to notice the load he carried, and he did not feel like anyone knew Of this problem (let alone the gossipy sisters ...). Once out of "danger" made a quick look around you could see the square in the background but no monster prowling in it.

He started to leave the body on the ground and once finished stretching began to put the skeleton through the entrance of the igloo, had certainly been made for children the entrance was small there was no problem in putting Sans, first the head and then push the rest of the body inward. When he returned to look, he had disappeared, he was supposed to be at the side of the house. All right. Just when Papyrus crouched to enter the teletrancarrier.

"Sir Commander!" His eyesockets remained dark and he felt a cold sweat begin to slide down his skull. They had seen him.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" - I have turned his attention. He was no more than a lizard boy with a  sweater of red and black stripes with hands all over his body, his tail bobbing timidly for happiness. His face held steady in the face of the Commander who had been speechless. Could this child have seen what happened?

"Sir Commander! Sir Commander! I just wanted to say that you and the Captain Undyne the coolest monsters ever ! you are my idols! "- Papyrus literally thought he would burst with emotion, at least he did not give signs of having witnessed anything-" ....you would give me his autograph?"-He said timidly, lowering his tone of voice for the shame, he dont have time for nonsense. "I HAVE TO GO,KID" he got up and started walking. He had to get home as soon as possible to pick up Sans. "One day I would like to become a high-ranking officer of the royal guard like you" - "WITHOUT HANDS I DON'T BELIEVE IT"the burlesque tone of the words rush with the lack of sympathy of the same did  a click on the little boy, really Papyrus he didn't so with malice he simply released it without thinking. When he turned to see the little monster he immediately regretted being a bigmouth. The creature in front of him had his head down and trembled trying to hide his tears, had given him where it hurt him most- "I-I'm sorry m-much sir  * hip * I don't know what I would be thinking about it and I ... sorry for be lost his time * hip * "- Well done sack of bones ... He thought to himself the child was beginning to leave when Papyrus placed his hand on his head as he crouched. The small body began to shiver but kept his head down. "LOOK,I SORRY FOR BEING SO ABRUPT I HAVE BEEN AN INBECIL WITH THAT. DO NOT MAKE ME CASE "-" b-but you're right "sobs * everyone says the same to me" - "KID, DO NOT LET NOBODY REMOVE YOU DESIRES IS THE ONLY ONE tTHING THAT MAKES US STRUTES OF ALL THIS SHITTY" - the body was set straight. yeaf,fir I know that you have to keep your refutation "- Papyrus nodded in affirmation after that the child just ran away happier than it ever was. It wasn't a lie he had to maintain his reputation even if he was a cold-blooded killer he still had empathy (even though he never showed it) children were the only monsters that could be called "pure" inside this world of shit ruled by the powerful. He remembered how small, silly and naive he was. He thought everyone could be good people, but that very day he got his scar, the same day that brother lost his tooth, showed him the opposite. He understood how this world worked perfectly remembered the pain he felt in his soul for being so stupid in spite of that Sans was always there helping and encouraging him.

 When he got home it found the still unconscious body on the floor in front of the igloo, grabbed it again and took it to the shed.

#fanfic underfell #wolvesfell #wolvestale #underfell #underfell au

[angisam]

Your wild side

Chapter 3 the odyssey

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Word: 1980

The cell faded and again the forest was devoured by the shadows as if nothing had happened. In order to inspect the damage done to his brother, I have used a blue "pocket" bone that has kept floating in his hand, giving enough light to inspect the downcast monster on the ground. But first of all ....

"SANS ... ARE YOU DEAD? MMM ..." Clearly not. But it had to make sure, adding to the formula a few strokes with the spear. I had no interest in seeing those dangerous teeth close at face again. Apparently he wouldn't trouble him so he crouched and began to examine his brother by bringing the hand with the shiny bone. Apparently one of the bones hit squarely on the side of the head specifically in the sphenoid of the left wing the blow had not been very serious but it was enough to make a small crack, nothing that would leave sequels in the future, with Healing magic Or simply over time would heal without problems.

Now that he could see more calmly the physicist of Sans began to inspect his new physique; His face had not really changed except that the gold tooth had disappeared, maybe it regenerated when it started to change? , his ears; As pointy as hairy .... Soft to the touch. Papyrus did not want to admit that he had  long time caressing, them was so unusual for a skeleton. Their paws; Just as hairy as the ears, to the touch could you notice the bones beneath the ... flesh? He put the bone on the floor and began to pull his hair away to see what was beneath. Oh, it was something like ecto-flesh. it could see that underneath that translucent magic of reddish color was the bone, although it was complicated to see with so much hair and so little light. As Sans showed in his positions during all his struggle, the morphology of the same had changed to some canine paws. And finally his tail ... soft to the touch. ok,was more than clear that his older brother was a kind of werewolf, now came the real problem. Transport Sans to home. How could he reach the privacy of his home in time before his furry brother woke up? It was already a real odyssey unconscious but if he woke up it would be a real headache, the road to Snowdin was long but at least counted on the sentinels that were around the area were already at home (or Grillby) in that sense had freedom . But there was still the detail of the possible fight that could bring the downed skeleton in the case he woke up. After a few seconds of thinking possible Papyrus was agreed that in all the sentry station they had a capture kit; Nets, shovels, lanterns and especially ropes, that would be perfect to avoid another fight, or worse, another disappearance.

He took Sans on his back and began to walk through the woods while continuing to hold the small "pocket" bones in his hand. If it was well located, Sans's station  is position was more or less 15 minutes from his position.

After being for half an hour walking with a skeleton on top of him, he finally reached his destination. He carefully left Sans sitting in the chair with his head resting on the wooden boards (the last thing he needed was for the snow to blow up before him) began to look for the catch kit between his brother's accumulated crap, food bags Trash, bottles of mustard, etc. The kit was of considerable size, large enough to carry everything but at the same time suitably small to carry it easily.

Papyrus's eye lit up and his face was as red as the blood itself as he stared at Sans sleeping peacefully in his seat, raising his fist as he squeezed it tightly, trying to cope with the urge to drown his brother's mammon with his own hands , When his soul no longer ran the risk of catching fire I took a deep breath and turned my gaze back to the capture kit which was now filled only with bottles of mustard, everything else had disappeared.

he grabbed Sans's unconscious body again and followed the path, Doggo's stacion was a few feet ahead. It was better for Doggo to have everything in order, or else dust would cross Snowdin's air.

When he arrived at the Papyrus Sentinel post he repeated the steps taken at the Sans post, when it was time to open the kit, he found that besides the corresponding equipment there were also dog biscuits, well, it was forgivable. Papyrus pushed Sans back along the table and pulled out the ropes. Two ropes; One to tie the front legs and others to the rear. His sharp mouth was now missing. He could not use the spare strings to obstruct his brother's sharp mouth, it would be like using a sword to hold the rope that would help you down a cliff, the rope would be cut without warning. Instead I used his long handkerchief, it was still easy to crack, but at least I would have time to react. He enveloped Sans's mouth with two turns completely concealing it and tying it with a knot from behind.

It felt strange, to see how the other looked like a hunting piece but was a necessary evil thing if he wanted to get as easy as possible. After that he made the heavy skeleton-wolf to his shoulders taking head and front legs to the left with the tail and hind legs to the right beginning to walk light at first and then to accelerate the pace. Right now it was at night time so there would not be many resident monsters strolling around in the surrounding area, although the truth is that it was unusual to see people strolling away from the security of their house at that time of the "night".

Although clearly Sans became increasingly heavy he had no real difficulty in moving him, he still slept placidly. The only thing that really gave him work was the dilapidated bridge, when crossing a single monster was already pretty fucked but to do with an extra weight was already another level of instability, Papyrus almost jumped the bones when he lost his balance to one side of the damned bridge.

Thanks to King Asgore that in Snowing there were two transport points in the shape of an igloo, one at the entrance of the village after passing the shop and the inn and the other right at home. He remembered that at first he wanted to destroy it, it made him no fun to have so visible access by his house, but he didn't because according to Sans those transporters were made many years ago with the intention of making it safer for children to go from one place to another of the town and that in addition of no potentially dangerous monster would use such thing. The tall skeleton sigh and caress the other's skull "GOODNESS THAT I  HAD LISTEN YOU ...". To pass through the city without being perceived would be impossible unlike that in the forest the city was much more alive and it was certain that at some moment of the passage they would meet with somebody.

Already in the entrance of the town with the great poster massacred by the mistreatment of the time it said cheerfully "welcome to Snowdin". A quick glance made a Papyrus with tired shoulders perceive that the inn expelled light from its windows, he would have to run past unless he wanted the owner of the posara to notice the load he carried, and he did not feel like anyone knew Of this problem (let alone the gossipy sisters ...). Once out of "danger" made a quick look around you could see the square in the background but no monster prowling in it.

He started to leave the body on the ground and once finished stretching began to put the skeleton through the entrance of the igloo, had certainly been made for children the entrance was small there was no problem in putting Sans, first the head and then push the rest of the body inward. When he returned to look, he had disappeared, he was supposed to be at the side of the house. All right. Just when Papyrus crouched to enter the teletrancarrier.

"Sir Commander!" His eyesockets remained dark and he felt a cold sweat begin to slide down his skull. They had seen him.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" - I have turned his attention. He was no more than a lizard boy with a  sweater of red and black stripes with hands all over his body, his tail bobbing timidly for happiness. His face held steady in the face of the Commander who had been speechless. Could this child have seen what happened?

"Sir Commander! Sir Commander! I just wanted to say that you and the Captain Undyne the coolest monsters ever ! you are my idols! "- Papyrus literally thought he would burst with emotion, at least he did not give signs of having witnessed anything-" ....you would give me his autograph?"-He said timidly, lowering his tone of voice for the shame, he dont have time for nonsense. "I HAVE TO GO,KID" he got up and started walking. He had to get home as soon as possible to pick up Sans. "One day I would like to become a high-ranking officer of the royal guard like you" - "WITHOUT HANDS I DON'T BELIEVE IT"the burlesque tone of the words rush with the lack of sympathy of the same did  a click on the little boy, really Papyrus he didn't so with malice he simply released it without thinking. When he turned to see the little monster he immediately regretted being a bigmouth. The creature in front of him had his head down and trembled trying to hide his tears, had given him where it hurt him most- "I-I'm sorry m-much sir  * hip * I don't know what I would be thinking about it and I ... sorry for be lost his time * hip * "- Well done sack of bones ... He thought to himself the child was beginning to leave when Papyrus placed his hand on his head as he crouched. The small body began to shiver but kept his head down. "LOOK,I SORRY FOR BEING SO ABRUPT I HAVE BEEN AN INBECIL WITH THAT. DO NOT MAKE ME CASE "-" b-but you're right "sobs * everyone says the same to me" - "KID, DO NOT LET NOBODY REMOVE YOU DESIRES IS THE ONLY ONE tTHING THAT MAKES US STRUTES OF ALL THIS SHITTY" - the body was set straight. yeaf,fir I know that you have to keep your refutation "- Papyrus nodded in affirmation after that the child just ran away happier than it ever was. It wasn't a lie he had to maintain his reputation even if he was a cold-blooded killer he still had empathy (even though he never showed it) children were the only monsters that could be called "pure" inside this world of shit ruled by the powerful. He remembered how small, silly and naive he was. He thought everyone could be good people, but that very day he got his scar, the same day that brother lost his tooth, showed him the opposite. He understood how this world worked perfectly remembered the pain he felt in his soul for being so stupid in spite of that Sans was always there helping and encouraging him.

 When he got home it found the still unconscious body on the floor in front of the igloo, grabbed it again and took it to the shed.

#underfell #wolvesfell

[angisam]

Your wild side

Chapter 3: the odyssey

 Ao3

tumblr : 1  2

Word: 1980

underfell, wolvesfell

The cell faded and again the forest was devoured by the shadows as if nothing had happened. In order to inspect the damage done to his brother, I have used a blue “pocket” bone that has kept floating in his hand, giving enough light to inspect the downcast monster on the ground. But first of all ….

“SANS … ARE YOU DEAD? MMM …” Clearly not. But it had to make sure, adding to the formula a few strokes with the spear. I had no interest in seeing those dangerous teeth close at face again. Apparently he wouldn’t trouble him so he crouched and began to examine his brother by bringing the hand with the shiny bone. Apparently one of the bones hit squarely on the side of the head specifically in the sphenoid of the left wing the blow had not been very serious but it was enough to make a small crack, nothing that would leave sequels in the future, with Healing magic Or simply over time would heal without problems.

Now that he could see more calmly the physicist of Sans began to inspect his new physique; His face had not really changed except that the gold tooth had disappeared, maybe it regenerated when it started to change? , his ears; As pointy as hairy …. Soft to the touch. Papyrus did not want to admit that he had  long time caressing, them was so unusual for a skeleton. Their paws; Just as hairy as the ears, to the touch could you notice the bones beneath the … flesh? He put the bone on the floor and began to pull his hair away to see what was beneath. Oh, it was something like ecto-flesh. it could see that underneath that translucent magic of reddish color was the bone, although it was complicated to see with so much hair and so little light. As Sans showed in his positions during all his struggle, the morphology of the same had changed to some canine paws. And finally his tail … soft to the touch. ok,was more than clear that his older brother was a kind of werewolf, now came the real problem. Transport Sans to home. How could he reach the privacy of his home in time before his furry brother woke up? It was already a real odyssey unconscious but if he woke up it would be a real headache, the road to Snowdin was long but at least counted on the sentinels that were around the area were already at home (or Grillby) in that sense had freedom . But there was still the detail of the possible fight that could bring the downed skeleton in the case he woke up. After a few seconds of thinking possible Papyrus was agreed that in all the sentry station they had a capture kit; Nets, shovels, lanterns and especially ropes, that would be perfect to avoid another fight, or worse, another disappearance.

He took Sans on his back and began to walk through the woods while continuing to hold the small “pocket” bones in his hand. If it was well located, Sans’s station  is position was more or less 15 minutes from his position.

After being for half an hour walking with a skeleton on top of him, he finally reached his destination. He carefully left Sans sitting in the chair with his head resting on the wooden boards (the last thing he needed was for the snow to blow up before him) began to look for the catch kit between his brother’s accumulated crap, food bags Trash, bottles of mustard, etc. The kit was of considerable size, large enough to carry everything but at the same time suitably small to carry it easily.

Papyrus’s eye lit up and his face was as red as the blood itself as he stared at Sans sleeping peacefully in his seat, raising his fist as he squeezed it tightly, trying to cope with the urge to drown his brother’s mammon with his own hands , When his soul no longer ran the risk of catching fire I took a deep breath and turned my gaze back to the capture kit which was now filled only with bottles of mustard, everything else had disappeared.

he grabbed Sans’s unconscious body again and followed the path, Doggo’s stacion was a few feet ahead. It was better for Doggo to have everything in order, or else dust would cross Snowdin’s air.

When he arrived at the Papyrus Sentinel post he repeated the steps taken at the Sans post, when it was time to open the kit, he found that besides the corresponding equipment there were also dog biscuits, well, it was forgivable. Papyrus pushed Sans back along the table and pulled out the ropes. Two ropes; One to tie the front legs and others to the rear. His sharp mouth was now missing. He could not use the spare strings to obstruct his brother’s sharp mouth, it would be like using a sword to hold the rope that would help you down a cliff, the rope would be cut without warning. Instead I used his long handkerchief, it was still easy to crack, but at least I would have time to react. He enveloped Sans’s mouth with two turns completely concealing it and tying it with a knot from behind.

It felt strange, to see how the other looked like a hunting piece but was a necessary evil thing if he wanted to get as easy as possible. After that he made the heavy skeleton-wolf to his shoulders taking head and front legs to the left with the tail and hind legs to the right beginning to walk light at first and then to accelerate the pace. Right now it was at night time so there would not be many resident monsters strolling around in the surrounding area, although the truth is that it was unusual to see people strolling away from the security of their house at that time of the “night”.

Although clearly Sans became increasingly heavy he had no real difficulty in moving him, he still slept placidly. The only thing that really gave him work was the dilapidated bridge, when crossing a single monster was already pretty fucked but to do with an extra weight was already another level of instability, Papyrus almost jumped the bones when he lost his balance to one side of the damned bridge.

Thanks to King Asgore that in Snowing there were two transport points in the shape of an igloo, one at the entrance of the village after passing the shop and the inn and the other right at home. He remembered that at first he wanted to destroy it, it made him no fun to have so visible access by his house, but he didn’t because according to Sans those transporters were made many years ago with the intention of making it safer for children to go from one place to another of the town and that in addition of no potentially dangerous monster would use such thing. The tall skeleton sigh and caress the other’s skull “GOODNESS THAT I  HAD LISTEN YOU …”. To pass through the city without being perceived would be impossible unlike that in the forest the city was much more alive and it was certain that at some moment of the passage they would meet with somebody.

Already in the entrance of the town with the great poster massacred by the mistreatment of the time it said cheerfully “welcome to Snowdin”. A quick glance made a Papyrus with tired shoulders perceive that the inn expelled light from its windows, he would have to run past unless he wanted the owner of the posara to notice the load he carried, and he did not feel like anyone knew Of this problem (let alone the gossipy sisters …). Once out of “danger” made a quick look around you could see the square in the background but no monster prowling in it.

He started to leave the body on the ground and once finished stretching began to put the skeleton through the entrance of the igloo, had certainly been made for children the entrance was small there was no problem in putting Sans, first the head and then push the rest of the body inward. When he returned to look, he had disappeared, he was supposed to be at the side of the house. All right. Just when Papyrus crouched to enter the teletrancarrier.

“Sir Commander!” His eyesockets remained dark and he felt a cold sweat begin to slide down his skull. They had seen him.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT!?” - I have turned his attention. He was no more than a lizard boy with a  sweater of red and black stripes with hands all over his body, his tail bobbing timidly for happiness. His face held steady in the face of the Commander who had been speechless. Could this child have seen what happened?

“Sir Commander! Sir Commander! I just wanted to say that you and the Captain Undyne the coolest monsters ever ! you are my idols! ”- Papyrus literally thought he would burst with emotion, at least he did not give signs of having witnessed anything-“ ….you would give me his autograph?”-He said timidly, lowering his tone of voice for the shame, he dont have time for nonsense. “I HAVE TO GO,KID” he got up and started walking. He had to get home as soon as possible to pick up Sans. “One day I would like to become a high-ranking officer of the royal guard like you” - “WITHOUT HANDS I DON’T BELIEVE IT"the burlesque tone of the words rush with the lack of sympathy of the same did  a click on the little boy, really Papyrus he didn’t so with malice he simply released it without thinking. When he turned to see the little monster he immediately regretted being a bigmouth. The creature in front of him had his head down and trembled trying to hide his tears, had given him where it hurt him most- "I-I’m sorry m-much sir  * hip * I don’t know what I would be thinking about it and I … sorry for be lost his time * hip * ”- Well done sack of bones … He thought to himself the child was beginning to leave when Papyrus placed his hand on his head as he crouched. The small body began to shiver but kept his head down. “LOOK,I SORRY FOR BEING SO ABRUPT I HAVE BEEN AN INBECIL WITH THAT. DO NOT MAKE ME CASE ”-“ b-but you’re right "sobs * everyone says the same to me” - “KID, DO NOT LET NOBODY REMOVE YOU DESIRES IS THE ONLY ONE tTHING THAT MAKES US STRUTES OF ALL THIS SHITTY” - the body was set straight. yeaf,fir I know that you have to keep your refutation “- Papyrus nodded in affirmation after that the child just ran away happier than it ever was. It wasn’t a lie he had to maintain his reputation even if he was a cold-blooded killer he still had empathy (even though he never showed it) children were the only monsters that could be called "pure” inside this world of shit ruled by the powerful. He remembered how small, silly and naive he was. He thought everyone could be good people, but that very day he got his scar, the same day that brother lost his tooth, showed him the opposite. He understood how this world worked perfectly remembered the pain he felt in his soul for being so stupid in spite of that Sans was always there helping and encouraging him.

When he got home it found the still unconscious body on the floor in front of the igloo, grabbed it again and took it to the shed.

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