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patandpran · 3 years

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Hard to Say Good-bye

What if Pang hadn't gone to Namtaan in the last episode and went to see Wave on their rooftop instead?

Aka the fix-it fic that has been living in my brain for weeks. Sometimes you just have to take things into your own hands.

Written for Day 8 of #thegiftedWeek for the ‘other’ prompt.

Pang looked out the window of the classroom and observed the school courtyard below. Looking back, so much had changed during his time at Ritdha and he had learned so much in such a little time, about himself and about the world.

He couldn’t believe he had to say goodbye.

In his pocket, Pang’s phone buzzed. He pulled out his phone and saw a text from Wave:

Rooftop.

Pang immediately felt a wave of anxiety roll over him. A smile tugged at his lips as he charged from the classroom to he and Wave’s secret meeting place. The shared space was their safe haven. It provided them an oasis among all the madness that they had experienced in their time in the Gifted Program and at Ritdha.

He bounded up the stairs and burst out onto the rooftop. He paused at the threshold of the doorway and saw Wave staring out at the campus stoically. Wave was always so still when Pang felt like he was constantly in motion: they were perfect opposites, as always.

“Wave.”

The calling of his name made Wave stir and turn to face Pang, leaning his back against the edge of the rooftop. Pang used to worry that someone might topple over the side of the building but that fear had long been extinguished. Although it was the first time he had been up to the roof after seeing Korn jump from the window and this realization momentarily sent shivers down Pang’s spine.

A welcoming smile spread across Wave’s lips as Pang approached him. This melted any nerves that Pang was feeling immediately. There was something about Wave’s presence that felt Pang was being wrapped in a warm blanket every time he saw him. Wave made him feel at peace, even in the most chaotic of times.

Wave turned his head to the side curiously, “I didn’t know where you were.You weren’t in our dorm room or the Gifted Headquarters. I figured that you’d be up here but… you weren’t here either.”

“I was just kind of wandering aimlessly to be honest.” Pang explained as he leaned his elbows down onto the edge. “I have a lot on my mind after everything.”

Wave’s gaze softened slightly. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Pang breathed out a long breath and forced a smile to appear on his lips. “Wave. We’ve been over this a million times. I’m fine.”

“Well, it’s the million and oneth time and I still don’t believe you.” Wave continued and leaned forward to mirror Pang’s stance so that their shoulder brushed together.

The contact made Pang still slightly. He had been so eager to come find Wave and now that he was here, everything that he wanted to say seemed out of place. They only had a few days left together and Pang couldn’t seem to form one sentence to share about how he was feeling with Wave. He had never been particularly eloquent with words but this felt different. All of the things that he wanted to say would change everything and he wondered if it even made sense to say them out loud when they had such little time remained.

Pang looked out at the school grounds and was flooded with memories of his time in the Gifted Program. They were some of the happiest moments of his life but some of the most troubling as well. He tried to look back at every experience he had endured as a learning experience but some of what the Gifted students had been subjected to because of Director Supot wasn't something that you could chalk up to a life lesson.

Thankfully, through everything, someone had been by his side.

A constant that kept Pang’s head above water when he felt like he was seconds away from drowning.

Wave.

While Wave and Pang had not exactly seen eye to eye for most of their first year in the Gifted Program, Wave had still been a force to be reckoned with that kept Pang driven and engaged with his lessons. Wave’s brutal honesty had been a great source of inspiration for Pang to work diligently to discover his Potential. When they finally realized that they ultimately had the same issues with how the Gifted Program was functioning, all of the energy that they had used being in opposition to one another was quickly fuelled into a working partnership.

It didn’t take Wave and Pang long to realize that they made much better friends than enemies.

When Pang lost his memory, it had been a trying experience for both of them. Wave had wanted to approach Pang and beg for his friend back every time they crossed paths but Ohm thankfully kept Wave on track. When Pang finally regained his memories, Wave had never been more relieved.

But nothing they had faced in the past prepared them for their final year at Ritda. For every small victory they gained, there had been much more damage to follow. Some of the which they thought was fatal for a time.

When Pang was forced to disappear, Wave felt like everything faded to grey. Of course, it didn’t take long for Wave to find Pang but the time where Wave was unsure of where Pang was had been torturous. During that time, the Gifted Group had scattered to the wind, and both Wave and Pang’s only solace was found in each other. This had only made their bond that much deeper.

But Wave could not be by Pang’s side all the time, especially in the final moments of Supot’s takedown. There was no way for Wave to know what Pang had witnessed throughout those separated moments but he knew that Pang’s scars from such encounters would take a long time to heal.

Their plan relied on Supot believing that the Gifted Gang was broken so, even though they thrived as a united front, they all had their own roles to play to make the Director believe they were all apart. Everything had been so unpredictable but the important part was that they had ultimately succeeded.

“It’s in the past.” Pang shared and stood up to his full height. “What matters right now is the present. That’s all I want to focus on.”

“If that’s what you want.” Wave nodded slowly. “I guess we have all the time in the world to talk about the past when you’re ready.”

Pang’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Wait… what do you mean? School is over in a few days.”

A panicked look passed over Wave’s face and he bit his lip as if he regretted what he had just said. He stood up and nervously adjusted his glasses before shoving his hands into his pockets. “Uhh…. never mind… I guess I shouldn’t assume anything.”

“Assume what?” Pang’s mind was reeling. What had suddenly made Wave so uncomfortable?

A smattering of pink appeared on the bridge of Wave’s nose as he avoided Pang’s imploring gaze. The tech wizard started to rock back and forth on his heels, a habit that Pang knew was an indication Wave’s nerves.

“Wave.” Pang urged gently and reached out for his friend’s wrist. Pang guided one of Wave’s hands out of his pocket and squeezed it light. “Just like you said before, you can tell me anything.”

Wave let out a small sigh before he relaxed slightly. “Do you remember the conversation that we had the other day about university?”

Pang’s mouth grew dry. With everything going on with the Gifted Program, Pang still had done nothing about applying for university. Life was too crazy and every time he had opened up the applications, it had felt much too daunting to take on. He figured he would just take a gap year and figure it out from there, even though his family would not be too happy with that reality.

“I…haven’t done anything about applying for schools.” Pang admitted and immediately felt guilty. “I know we talked about going together but it’s just been too much…”

Wave seemed quite calm about Pang’s response. In fact, he didn’t seem surprised at all.

“Wait… Wave.” Pang blurted out. “What did you do?”

“I, uh, may or may not have taken the liberty of using my Potential to help us both apply for every university that was remotely appropriate for our grades and interests…” Wave explained slowly.

Pang’s eyes grew wide and he dropped Wave’s hand in surprise. “Wave…”

Wave winced and started to ramble. “I knew I should have asked you first but life was getting so crazy with Supot and there were deadlines and it literally took me no time at all to access all your transcripts. You know how important it is to me for us to be together… anyway I’m sorry… I should have asked you first and I can retract all of them, even though we both got accepted a few places which means we definitely would be together and I just think that’s for the best and I don’t know how I would handle university without you and… Ultimately, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know where to start.” Pang muttered. “With the fact that I think I just heard you apologize for the first time ever or with the fact that I actually got accepted to university. But actually… the thing that sticks out to me the most is the fact that you want us to stay together… What does that mean Wave?”

Somehow Wave’s blush grew even deeper and he leaned his elbows down onto the edge again. “You know what it means, Pang.”

Pang wished that Wave would look at him as it would maybe help him to confirm what Wave was actually implying. Pang didn’t want to share what he hoped Wave meant if that wasn’t how his friend was actually feeling.

In that moment, Pang decided to take a risk. He had endured so much uncertainty in the past few years but there was one thing he was sure of… how he felt about Wave. He constantly wanted to be near his friend and over the past few months, his feelings had only grown stronger.

They were on their rooftop. Their safe space. If Pang was going to boldly share the true nature of his feelings for Wave, this was the place and time to do it.

Pang reached once again for Wave’s hand but instead of taking his friend’s wrist this time, he gently took both of Wave’s hand in his own. There had been many moments that Pang had felt the urge to hold Wave’s hand but he had never acted upon the impulse. He was glad he had been brave enough to follow through on the instinct this time.

“I hope I’m right about what you mean because this will be embarrassing if I’m not.” Pang murmured as he lightly squeezed Wave’s hands.

Pang heard Wave’s breath hitch in surprise but he continued on anyway, “I can’t speak for you but I know how I feel about you… maybe I’m reading this all wrong but I just know that I want to be around you all the time and when I’m not, I feel this pull in me to find you again. I want us to be together next year too.”

“Just next year?” Wave blurted out but then a self-conscious look appeared on his face.

Pang chuckled fondly at Wave’s response before answering, “Well, longer than that… if you’ll have me…”

A smile stretched across Wave’s lips and he seemed to relax slightly. “I’m glad we’re on the same page about that.”

A comfortable silence fell between them. Pang studied Wave and saw that Wave’s gaze had fallen toward his own lips. The realization made Pang have the urge to lean forward but he still wasn’t completely sure if his and Wave’s feelings were the same.

“When I say I want us to be together.” Wave’s eyes met Pang’s once again. “I hope it’s clear that I mean as more than friends.”

The elation that instantly spread throughout Pang set him slightly off kilter. He was glad he was holding onto Wave’s hands to anchor him to something - to keep him grounded. He was struggling to keep his composure and to string together a response that was either coherent or appropriate for Wave’s confession.

“And… if that’s not what you mean, I’ll back off.” The hurt was evident in Wave’s eyes and he pulled his hands away from Pang’s.

Pang began to panic. He couldn’t lose Wave over something like this and he knew how damaging it was to Wave to believe that someone was leaving him. Wave had often opened up to Pang about how difficult it had been to learn to trust again after so many significant people in his life had betrayed him or disappeared from his life.

“Wave.” Pang blurted out urgently, advancing upon Wave and gently taking Wave’s chin in his hands. “Of course I feel the same way. How could I not? I mean… you’re you and I’m me… it just makes sense.”

The look of relief on Wave’s face was palpable. Both Pang and Wave quickly became aware of how close their faces were together. The proximity made Pang’s hands tremble and everything seemed to come into perfect focus.

“Pang.” Wave’s voice was shaky. “Just kiss me.”

Pang didn’t have to be asked twice. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Wave’s. It was as if, in that moment, everything fell into place. Every shred of doubt, anxiety and negativity dissipated and all that remained was: Wave. Wave. Wave.

When they finally separated, both Pang and Wave couldn’t stop smiling. Wave turned away and looked out at the school campus.

“You know, weirdly, I’m going to miss this place.” Wave murmured. “I hate good-byes.”

Pang slung his arm over Wave’s shoulder and shared, “Good thing we only have to say good-bye to the school. We still have each other.”

“I forgot how corny you can be.” Wave rolled his eyes.

“You love it.” Pang responded before sticking his tongue out playfully at Wave.

“I hate that I do.” Wave scoffed.

Both Pang and Wave stared out at the Ritdha campus. There was so much that had happened while they were there and they had survived it all because they had had one another. Pang doubted that they would have been able to get through it all if they had been forced to face it alone.

“Can we just stay like this for a while?” Wave questioned quietly. “I’m not ready to go yet.”

Pang nodded in agreement and Wave rested his head on Pang’s shoulder.

While there was so much that Pang wasn’t sure of, he was sure of one thing: he would never say goodbye to Wave, no matter what came their way.

#pangwave #the gifted #pang x wave #the gifted graduation #tgg #my writing #cass writes

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dandelions-sea-blog · 6 years

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These are the Nights that Never Die Chapter Three

Read on Ao3(so much better there)

Rainy Days are the worst....

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“Wow… the storm’s gotten really bad, hasn’t it?” Blue says, looking up at the sky. Despite the fact that it was mostly clear, with only a few fluffy clouds covering up the blue ocean above, the RV has been plagued with moaning winds and harsh rain all morning.

“yeah, it’s really raining dimes and nickels out there…” Red says, head in his hand.

“What does that even mean?” Blue asks, giving his friend an odd look.

“that there’s been a change in the weather.”

“Stop.” Blue slaps his palm into Red’s face. It only seems to encourage him.

“Is Red making unnecessarily complicated puns again?” Papyrus sighs, eyes never leaving the table as he scrubs it clean, removing all remnants of their breakfast. He’s tenser than normal; under his eyes are a woven pattern of black swelling.

“Yes, he is,” Blue pouts. Red places a hand over his soul.

“excuse? my puns are only as complex as they necessarily have to be,” He claims in mock outrage.

Blue rolls his eyes, going back to staring at the clouds. They are honestly very pretty… days like these just don’t seem real; when the sky looks just so perfect like this. Ah, if the weather wasn’t so bad they could all go out and have a picnic with the new food that Sans and Edge bought last night! It would be nice to get out of the RV… it has started to accumulate a bit of smell that Blue can’t quite find where it’s coming from.

A particularly bad gust of wind hits the side of the camper, causing Blue to jump and Red to jerk awake from his half nap. Sans watches them from behind.

“why don’t ya come away from the window?” He says from the couch, “ain’t good t’ be that close to glass during a storm…” Sans’ books and spreadsheets laid out in front of him. He does all the planning for the trip; deciding where they’ll stop next, how much water they can use, how much food they have. Blue sometimes wonders what he does to be able to afford a vacation like this… it’s rude to ask though.

“Oh okay,” Blue says, pulling Red’s arm over to the couch. Blue takes a seat next to Sans while Red sprawls out on the floor, snoozing quietly. “...Lazy.” Blue mutters, shaking his head. At least the others have an excuse, being out all night getting groceries.

Sans hardly seems to notice when Blue sits down next to him, frantically scribbling on sheets of paper as he sweats in silence. Everyone seems to be stressed out today; Blue imagines it has to do with the storm. Papyrus is oddly quiet, hardly taking up any conversations or banters with his counterpart, and Edge has been particularly snippy as well. It all makes Blue very uncomfortable, but he refuses to bring it up in fear of making everything worse.

Blue plays with his hands for a while, trying to seem uninterested in the incredibly interesting things that Sans is up to. He may not want Blue looking over his shoulder, after all. He seems pretty deep in focus right now… He looks up at the ceiling, attempting to count every tile on the roof… then all of the corners of all the tiles… then all of the dead flies in spiderwebs that they really should clean off sometime …

“So whatcha doin’?” Blue finally breaks, looking over at the papers laid out all over the coffee table. In the center of them all is a blue notebook with a faded skull sticker on it. Sans smiles, glancing at Blue out of the corner of his eye.

“what, you wanna take a look at my cheat sheets?” He says, scooting over just enough that Blue can get a better view of all the papers.

“What are these?” He asks, looking over the complex documents.

Sans points to the first one. “this is water supply; we can carry about 150 gallons of water at a time, and we gotta periodically flush out the waste water.”

“That sounds hard,” Blue says.

“yeah, it’s a real drain. ”

“Mweeeh… no puns while we're learning!!!”

Sans chuckles, shuffling the papers around. “right now i am focused on making sure that we have enough food to make it to our next stop - this storm has really put us behind schedule… we might have to leave today.” Sans says with a frown, tone shifting minutely towards the ‘worried leader’ side.

“Aw, but we just got here,” Blue complains. Sans snorts.

“tell me about it… it’s a pretty big pain in my coccyx,” He says, nose ridge wrinkling up. “we got some stuff last night, but we’re gonna need a lot more before we head out for our next stop again.”

Blue hums in understanding. “So… if you don’t mind me asking… what is our next stop?”

“heh... i’ll tell ya when i figure it out.” Sans’ voice sounds deeper than usual, raw exhaustion interwoven between every syllable.

Blue raises a brow bone, confused. Don’t they have this trip planned out at all? He opens his mouth to ask exactly that when there is a loud noise from the kitchen, taking both of their attention.

“nGAH!! EDGE! PLEASE REMOVE YOUR BLASTED CAT FROM MY KITCHEN BEFORE SHE BREAKS SOMETHING ELSE!!!”

“I DO NOT CONTROL HER MOVEMENTS, PERHAPS YOU SHOULD NOT STACK THOSE PLATES SO PRECARIOUSLY!!”

“welp... i better go step in before someone busts a skull…” Sans says, sliding off the couch. Blue scoots over entirely onto the couch, looking over the notebook that Sans left behind. He hesitates… is it rude to look in here when Sans had already sort of gave him permission? Yes, but Blue isrealllllly curious; he decides one little peak is a forgivable offense.

Blue giggles to himself as he opens the book, feeling like a child going through their parent’s drawers. Inside he finds page after page of calculations; records of how much fuel they’ve used, how much they’ll need, where they’ve been, places they plan to go… some sections are crossed out with little scrawlings giving reasons as to why this plan won’t work, or why going to that state is out of the question… just a bunch of random, ramblings thoughts and plans that Sans has collected.

Blue finds himself quickly bored with his searches, scanning through the pages until he gets closer to today’s date. He stops when the pages run out, going back to the last writings that Sans made.

Water:

Runs out in 3 days

Black Water:

Overflowing

Food:

Runs out in 6 days

Ammo:

Low but not dangerous. Yet.

Electricity:

Literally the only fucking resource we have.

Closest Safe-Havens:

Pleasant town (Too far)

Gaston (Probably not safe)

Hagersville (Not enough gas)

Berton (Too Residential)

Conclusion: We’re fucked.

Blue hums, looking over the notes. Well these seem… rather bleak. No wonder Sans seems so stressed out all the time! He is doing so much planning and worrying that he doesn’t have time to enjoy this trip at all!

Blue closes the notebook, setting it back down where he found it. He claps his hands together. Well! This certainly won’t do! He won’t allow their brilliant leader to be bogged down with so much worry. Blue is going to make sure that he has fun tonight.

Sliding off the couch, Blue taps Red with his foot. The other stirs, looking up sleepily.

“wha…?” He says, rubbing an eye.

“Get up, lazy bones - we have planning to do!” Blue says, skipping back to their room. Red just shrugs, following along.

“whatever ya say, kid,” He mutters.

“now, have th’ two ‘o ya finally got that out of yer systems?” Sans says, exhausted from mediating the two very large yet immature skeletons in front of him.

Edge frowns, holding his precious cat to his chest. “I would be more satisfied if he would apologize to Doomfanger.” He says with a genteel tone.

“I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE TO THAT ANNOYING CAT!” Papyrus folds his arms, “YOU ARE LUCKY THAT SANS MADE ME APOLOGIZE FOR YELLING AT YOU.”

Edge snarls as the two fall right back into bickering. Sans sighs hard, pinching the bridge of his nose. This… is exasperating. Everyone is exhausted from their stressful night, and waking up to a hoard of zombies banging at the side of the bus this morning wasn’t exactly the most relaxing turn of events.

He doesn’t even try to get between the Papyruses this time, just sitting down on the dining booth as he waits them out. The van rocks as a particularly enthusiastic zombie slams its body into the side of the vehicle. Really, this is his fault. He should have known this place would be crawling with crawlers… except it also had so many useful resources - it was worth the risk as long as they didn’t do anything to catch the attention of any predators .

Anything, such as running out into the middle of the woods at night shouting like a crazy person …

Sans laughs at his own unintentional joke, even if it is in bad taste. He glances over to where he left the kiddo, feeling a deep pang of worry when he realizes Blue isn’t on the couch anymore. He looks around and sees that the back-room door is shut - Blue must be in there. He relaxes once more as he listens to his brother and friend snap at each other over just about every petty squabble one could have. Jeez… they haven’t fought like this since Blue came around…

That guy sure does wonders for the psyche, ironically. Sans really thought that things were gonna get better now that he was around; but nope. It was just a lull in their luck, a pleasant kink of fate. And now that they are settling back in things are going right back to shit.

Sans sighs.

“AND ANOTHER THING - DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW LOUD YOU ARE??”

He’s lost track of which one is speaking at this point… Sans puts his head against the table, digging his palms into his temples. The headache this entire conversation is giving him has spread to his patients. He’s done .

“ e n o u g h!”

Sans’ hand comes down on the table.

“alright, you two - listen up!” Sans snaps, head jerking up. If he still could, his eye would be ablaze with magic right now. He stands up off of the bench, ready to lay into the two skeletons until they put this petty squabble to bed for the rest of the day.

Except he is interrupted by a familiar, cheerful voice.

“Guyyyys~” Blue says in a sing song voice, walking into the room with one of the biggest grins they’ve ever seen on his face. In his hands he clutches a baby-blue bag - the only item they had found on his person when they discovered him locked away in the basement of his apartment complex. “I have a surprise for you~~”

Papyrus’ arms unfold and his face softens some. Of the three of them he has been the most receptive to Blue’s particular brand of positivity. It seems that no matter how bad his mood gets Blue is able to come in and cheer him right up. Edge is much less so, but even he relaxes a bit, attention turning from the skeleton beside him to the one across the room.

Sans smiles, well, this at least makes his job easier.

“heh, whatcha got there, kiddo?” Sans asks, hands shoved into his pockets. Blue’s smile grows impossibly wider. If he had skin it would probably tear with just how much force he is putting into showing his happiness.

“Close your eyes~” Blue commands.

“Now may not be the best ti-” Edge starts, abruptly cut off by Sans elbowing him in the shin. Papyrus already has his eyes shut, and Sans waits only long enough to ensure Edge’s cooperation.

“No peeking~” Blue says, voice laced with excitement. Sans can’t help the small grin that plasters itself over his face. The kiddo is just so contagious. There is a soft shuffling of fabric from in front of them, and something is unzipped as Blue places the contents of the bag down on the table in front of them.

“Ta-da!!” Blue shouts. Sans winces at the sheer volume of the noise. “You can open your eyes now!!”

Sans opens a socket to take a look at what Blue has decided to get so worked up over. Part of him is honestly expecting nothing - that he’s created some new delusion in his mind to instantly remedy the situation. But once again, the kiddo manages to surprise him.

“heh... where’d ya get that ?” Sans asks, hands in his pocket as he steps forward to observe the grey, book-shaped box that has been set up on the dining table. Even at first glance there is no mistaking what this is; a portable DVD player. Sans hasn’t owned one of those since they were in the Underground, and even then it was way back when he was a babybones. He opens the lid with a finger, looking at the screen inside. It isn’t much bigger than his hand-and-wrist, but it looks to be in perfectly good condition. He wonders if it still works…

“It’s mine,” Blue says proudly. “I carry it with me on the way to work. The buses run so slow, so I like to watch a movie on the way.” Sans snorts; that’s genius. Papyrus has bent over to look at the device, examining it with mild intrigue.

“Well that is very nice,” Edge says shortly. “But what I would like to know is why you chose now to bring on this impromptu show-and-tell.” He snarks. Sans rolls his eyes - jeez, what a wet blanket.

“Well, Red and I decided that it is time for us to have a movie night!” Blue says. The three skeletons stand up straight, looking between each other. Movie night?? Now? Blue smiles, crossing his arms. “I know that everyone is a bit stressed out because of the storm, so since there isn’t any way we can change the weather, we might as well take this time to relax and have some fun!”

Sans blinks, tapping his chin. That… isn’t a half bad idea actually. It’s not like sitting around and worrying about if-or-when the zombies will crawl back into their hiding spots is doing anyone any good. They have the extra electricity from charging in the sun all day; and if the three of them continue to stay this high strung it isn’t the hoard outside the party will have to worry about killing them all…

Edge looks less convinced, scowling at the device. “That has got to be the single dumbest idea I’ve ever-”

“heh i’m in.” Sans says with a shrug.

Both Papyrus and Edge look to him curiously

“Sans, are you feeling alright?” Papyrus asks, sounding worried. His hand comes down on Sans’ forehead. “You aren’t developing a fever, are you??”

“nah bro,” He chuckles, shaking his brother’s hand off of him. “i think it’s a good idea; our batteries are full and they’re just gonna keep chargin’ t’day since we won’t be doin’ much. i say we should just relax and take the day off.”

Papyrus doesn’t seem entirely convinced Sans is entirely sane, though apparently the idea of a movie night speaks to him as well, and he lets up. “Well, it does sound fun…” He says, a smile slowly writing it’s way onto his face.”

Edge is less convinced, looking between the two as if they had just suggested they jump out and try to make friends with the hoard surround them.

“HAVE YOU TWO LOST YOUR MIND!?” He snaps. “WE CAN’T JUST- WE CAN’T- WE HAVE TOO MANY THINGS TO DO!? SITTING AROUND JUST… DOING NOTHING????”

“it’s not doing nothing,” Sans corrects. “it’s a mental health day, for our health.” He closes the dvd player, flipping it over to check just how many watts it uses for his notebook. “if we stay cooped up in here worrying any longer we’re gonna end up killing each other or ourselves; the kiddo’s got the right idea.”

Blue squeals in pure delight. Hands curling little balls at his chest. “THIS IS SO AWESOME!! MWEHEHE… WE’RE GONNA HAVE SO MUCH FUN!!” He reaches into his bag, practically dumping out about half a dozen DVDs. “I don’t have too many with me - if I had known we’d be gone this long I would have packed a few more…” He says, already going through and picking out favorites.

Sans chuckles, strolling across the room to one of the shelves.

“oh, i wouldn’t be too worried about running out of choices,” He says with a wink, opening up the doors of the storage space to reveal his and Papyrus’ collection. Practically every movie they’ve ever seen is in here, and several that they haven’t, all organized by genre and director. He turns around, delighted to see Blue’s awestruck face as he pursues the titles.

“now, what kinda movies you guys like t’ watch?”

In the end, they settled on five movies; A comedy for sans, an action thriller for Edge, a superhero film for Papyrus, a mystery for Blue, and a cartoon for Red. They drew straws to decide who goes first, all agreeing that Sans should get first pick of times since he’s done so much for them all. Blue and Red end up in the kitchen making popcorn while the other three set up the living room, finishing their chores down with twice the gusto.

An air of excitement seems to have come over the entire camper. It seems that for the first time since Blue arrived everyone is in anticipation for something; even Edge, despite his constant grumbles about how stupid this all is, seems to be just a little lighter in his steps as he goes through his routine.

By the time midday rolls around everyone is sitting in the living room, waiting. The spare duvet from the master bedroom has been pulled and laid out in the middle of the room, Papyrus and Edge sprawled out as Sans selects his dvd. Blue has finally finished popping the popcorn he found under the sink, pouring out the warm treat into bowls. He keeps the kettle ready for another batch, certain that there will be more need to be made by the time the day is through.

Blue hops up onto the couch with Sans and Red, offering up the bowls to everyone who wants one; which is everyone. Even Edge takes some popcorn, eating it slowly and savoring every bite. Papyrus is much less conservative with his, taking entire fistfuls at a time and dropping bits onto the mat which are promptly scooped up and fed to Doomfanger. Blue doesn’t actually see Sans eat any of his popcorn, but every so often when Blue looks over a little more has disappeared.

The movie is more to Sans and Red’s taste than anyone else's, but it gets a chuckle out of Blue. Sans, on the other hand, just about busts a rib with every line. Red lets out a constant stream of chuckles, drowning out the dialogue half the time. Blue acts as the runner, going between the living room and the kitchen to retrieve drinks and refresh popcorn. By the time the credits roll on the first movie everyone seems relaxed. Blue comes back from getting another round of snacks to find Papyrus leaned back into the couch with Sans draped over the armrest so the two are almost completely side by side. Red has his feet propped up by Sans’ head, looking halfway to sleep - a sign of relaxation for him. Even Edge looks less… well, on edge. He sits with his spine straight, Doomfanger in his lap. His facebones are no longer scrunched up, his shoulders hung relaxed at his side. Blue smiles at him, feeling his soul warm.

Edge glances over at Blue, face suddenly dusting with a light blush as he looks away, hands clenched. “I still say this is a waste of time and electricity.” He snips, arms coming up to cross over his chest. Blue rolls his eyes.

“Would you like the orange juice, or apple?” Blue asks, holding out the cups in his hands. Edge refuses to look at him as he snatches the apple juice from him. Doomfanger rubs her head into his shirt and he lets a hand down to pet her coat.

“i think boss ha’ next selection, right?” Red says from the couch. Blue nods.

“Yeah, he does!” He says, turning back to the gruff skeleton. “Which one was yours again?”

“Midnight Blaze Racer Four,” He mutters, squirming in his seat.

“Aw, but we haven’t seen the first three??” Papyrus says, sounding just a tad disappointed. “How will we be able to follow the plot?”

“heh... yeah… ‘plot’...” Sans says from his spot on the couch, physically drawing the air quotes with his fingers. Edge turns, throwing a bit of popcorn back at Sans, bouncing off his head with a satisfying thunk . Sans chuckles.

“You will be able to pick up on main story,” Edge assures Papyrus. “Besides, this is the fourth installment, but it actually takes place before the first movie but just a bit after the third-and-a-half, which was a prequel telling the story how Blaze’s mother ended up going from a rich girl from southern california to wanted intergalactic crime fighter.” He is already loading up the DVD and skipping through the commercials for ‘soon-to-be-released’ movies that came out almost a decade ago. “But you don’t need to know any of that because when this movie came out the plot for the next hadn’t even been written yet. This is just the best movie in the franchize, so we are skipping all the garbage that came out with the extension and sticking to the original cannon.”

“...Well now I’m even more confused than when we started!!”

“shhh, just watch the movie bro.”

Blue ends up spending this move squished between Sans and Red, the two of them falling in and out of naps as the spectacle on the tiny screen plays out before them. Honestly, Blue has no idea what is going on, and he has a sneaking feeling that even if he’d seen all the previous movies he would still be lost. This time the movies takes about twice as long as it’s runtime due to Edge pausing it at random intervals to explain some plotpoint from another movie in the franchise, then again seconds later to answer follow up questions posed by a very befuddled Papyrus.

By the time that movie ends the group is very much ready for Papyrus’ much simpler, logical movie about an orphan bit by a genetically engineered snake, gaining the power of super speed and strength and chooses to fight the forces of evil. It doesn’t have to make sense in the real world - it just has to flow logically on its own. Which it does, somewhat. At times…

Papyrus is on the edge of his seat the entire time, and even Blue gets excited, cheering along Snake Lad as he takes on Sir Mongoose and saves Lady Lana, warrior super spy princess, from his evil clutches. Sans seems to get his enjoyment from the flick by pointing out every time the movie tries to do science and exactly why it is wrong, while Red just makes lousy puns on just about everyone and everything there. Edge pretends to ignore it, claiming the effects are too cheesy for him to get involved - but every once in awhile Blue thinks he sees genuine enjoyment on Edge’s face.

Finally it is Blue’s turn! Sans only had a single mystery movie that Blue hasn’t gotten to see yet; it’s an old one in black-and-white. It has a very unique pacing and tone to it, something that Blue can appreciate. Sans and Blue keep a long discussion going on about film techniques and cinematography. Papyrus and Edge seem bored, while Red straight up falls asleep during the first act, though the action scenes at least get some response out of the others.

During the final confrontation where the murderer is revealed Blue notices something. He steps forward, pressing pause on the player and he listens.

“Do you guys hear that?” He asks, quickly getting the attention of the other occupants of the room. They all sit up, listening closely for any sign of disturbance, sharing a look of mild fear.

“Hear what, Blue-Sans?” Papyrus asks with a frown. “I don’t hear anything…”

Sans’ eyes widen as he practically throws himself off the couch, bare bones clacking against the floor as he prances over to the window. He stands on his toes to look out. “...they’re gone……” he mutters, almost too quiet for anyone to hear. Edge and Papyrus share a look of disbelief as Blue smiles.

“See? The storm is over now, and you guys didn’t even notice!” Blue chirps. The others look between each other, seeming blown away by the fact that they could have forgotten about their current situation. Blue rolls his eyes, ejecting the DVD before going to the cabinet to select a new one.

“what’s up kiddo - movie borin’ ya?” Sans asks, going back to lay out on the couch.

“It’s getting late, and I wanna see Red’s movie before we go to bed!” Blue announces, pulling out the DVD Red had anted in. The skeleton chuckles from the couch.

“aw, yer sweet, kid,” Red says, setting his head on his hands.

Edge stands as the movie loads up, taking the empty bowls of popcorn back into the kitchen. Blue frowns, watching his friend leave the room with a deep heaviness in his soul. “...Are you not going to watch the movie with us?” Blue asks, downtrodden.

“No,” Edge replies, scrubbing the bowls harshly with a dry sponge. He growls softly as Blue watches, scrubbing with extra gusto. Blue would like to think that it is just because he is trying to get off the extra butter… but... Blue glances back at Red, looking apologetic. The bags under Red’s eyes seem deeper than normal as he waves a hand.

“don’ sweat it, kid,” He says, a hint of something deeply troubling in his voice. “boss is… complicated…” He leans back into the couch, arms folded over his chest. “let’s just watch the flick…“

Blue isn’t entirely satisfied with that resolution; nevertheless he slots the dvd into the player and presses play, sinking back into relaxation as the cheerful sound of violin music fills the room. Almost as soon as the actual movie starts Edge seems to be satisfied with the dishes, immediately climbing the ladder to his bunk and flinging shut the curtain with a loud grumble. Sans and Papyrus relax some, politely asking that they unfold their bed so that they too can lay down. By now it’s pretty late, after all; they spent the entire day watching movies.

Blue starts to feel sleepy as well, rubbing his eye as the movie splashes bright colors against the dark walls. He moves closer to the DVD player on the table, setting him and Red up at the foot of the brother’s bed. He curls up in the comforter with Red, rubbing his eyes.

“heh, kiddo… ya should probably get t’ sleep yerself,” Sans says from utop the bed, propped up on a pillow. “ya look bone tired.” He chuckles. Papyrus grumbles in his sleep, mumbling something that sounds suspiciously like ‘overused joke’.

“I wanna stay up with Red, though,” Blue says, flighting back a yawn. His head bobs without him meaning too, floating town to rest on his hands. “Everyone else got to watch their movie with friends…”

“heh, i think red’s already asleep kiddo…” Sans says from utop the bed. Blue blinks, looking back to his friend lying next to him. Sure enough, soft snores come from the snoozing skeleton. Blue chuckles, curling up in the blankets.

“What a lazy bones...” He mutters sleepily, petting Red’s skull. A soft purr builds in the other’s throat as he nuzzles into the touch. Blue is tempted to just sleep here on the ground; but that would just be too lazy for his tastes. Slowly he rises to his feet, nudging Red awake as he bundles up their covers. He turns off the DVD player and ejects the disk, making sure that all of the DVDs make it back to the correct case and spot in the cabinet before heading off towards his bedroom.

“Goodnight Sans!” Blue says, following the sleepy Red into the bedroom. “Goodnight, Papyrus…”

“Goodnight!”

“g’night, kiddo…” Just before Blue can shut the door Sans continues. “hey, uh… blue?”

Blue pauses, looking back out into the room. It is dark, the only light coming from the everpresent glow of the outside lamps. Sans’ silhouette would look ominous in any other context, but to Blue it is relieving. Sans’ posture is relaxed, slouched against the back of the couch-bed. Blue can practically hear the other’s calm soul-beat from here.

“i wanned t’ thank ya,” Sans says, contentedness filling the air. “fer t’night…“

Blue feels his cheeks warm, his soul aching in a way he can’t quite place. The smile on his face can’t be seen in the dim light of the RV, but Blue has a sneaking suspicion that Sans knows it’s there.

“Mweh… no problem, Friend! I’m glad everyone had fun...” Blue says quietly, slipping into the room. “Goodnight.”

#my writing #undertale #zombie apocolypse au #fanfiction #underswap #underfell #movie night #fluff #angst

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Giving Thanks

Today is Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving in 2020 seems like complete bullshit, especially with everything going on in the world (e.g. Trump, COVID, the injustices, the racism, the senseless violence and wars, the deaths). Not to mention what I have personally been through (e.g. my recent breakup of a long-term bf of almost 6 years together, the family drama, not getting that NCI position, and struggling with my identity + path in life). Like what can I possibly be thankful for?

Obviously with a negative outlook on life, it’s almost impossible to see the silver lining of situations, but I am going to change my perspective and outlook on life. I am going to see 2020 through a positive lens because I am better than remaining bitter, sad, hurt and jaded.

Lets start with the beginning of my year,

I turned 25 and celebrated it with all my favourite people in one room, with food that I love and drinks that got me LIT. I always was afraid to throw a party for myself because my birthday is in the beginning of the year, and everyone is trying to pay their debts after Christmas and New Years so I don’t want to add to the stressors, but this year, I wanted to do something fun and I’m so glad I did because I had the best time with the people I love (From family friends, to high school friends, UNI friend, to work friends and everyone in between). I felt my best in January and didn’t realize the shitty situations I would have to endure in the upcoming months, but I claimed 2020 as my year and my year to start over, and I don’t think I was ready for that new beginning, but we out here, still thriving, glowing and learning. I’m incredibly thankful for the beautiful start.

I want to thank God, first and foremost, for being my anchor, my guide, my supporter, my rock, my father, my comforter and my go-to throughout my break and new transition in my life. I can’t lie, it was rough, this break up and going through COVID and the isolation, and not having cuddles and hugs from him or my friends...it was so hard. And God, I’m so thankful and blessed that I was given resiliency as a strength to get me through this breakup and through this new process of growing up. And He still does; He still provides for me, comforts me, teaches me, guides me and loves me through this all.

I want to thank God for my friends. My support system is A GODSEND. Literally. I don’t know where I’d be without my girls. SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO Trisha, Kristina, Kass, Vicky, Kristine, Edem, Zoe, Lyss, Willow, Caitlin and Abi <3 These individuals have truly been there for me and shaped who I am as a person. They have truly shown me what friendship, empathy and compassion is like, and I get teary-eyed thinking about what they’ve done for me in terms of helping me get through the breakup and helping me find my strength and confidence again. I AM BLESSED BEYOND BELIEF to have formed and strengthened the bonds with those girls cause I see them as my sisters.

I also want to thank God for my family. My family recently hasn't been the closest to each other with all the drama, tensions and miscommunications, but personally, I have strengthened and mended my relationships with each family member, even KEIDEN :’) (I love that lil boy!). When I let my family know about my breakup, they've been good on giving me space, providing advice and letting me heal as I please. It’s been rocky, but I’m glad they have shown me love and support. They’re not perfect, but I cherish each of them and I’m grateful to God to have given me a family like them. Special shoutout to my extended family, the Lapenas, esp Daniela + Julia AKA the super human support systems. THEY WERE THERE IN THE EARLY STAGES OF MY BREAKUP aka ONE OF THE FIRST TO KNOW. Their home and presence was a haven for me and a distraction for me, and really helped me during the early healing processes. Daniela + Julia are so wise, gracious and loving and I love them so much, like I can’t even.

I am grateful to have a job during the COVID19 pandemic, as well as have a job as a nurse! I am so glad I am needed during this crazy time, as well as having a well paying job to support me in my lifestyle (LOL) or in case shit hits the fan, I have a steady cashflow, BUT HEY ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN, but I have something coming in and I’m just grateful I can use the skills and wisdom God gave me to help those in need. I am also grateful for my coworkers, literally my life <3. ELLYBBY, Connie, Angela, Megan, Chanel, Mrunal, Kerrie, Abby, and everyone else on my unit; thank you for personally being there for me and professionally being there for me! I’m so blessed to have you guys on my unit to share laughs with, to share stress with and to work together to help these vulnerable, ill people.

I’m so so SOOOO grateful for my health. Covid19 almost took the life of my Aunt and Uncle, and took the lives so many globally. I work a high-risk job as a nurse, since I come in contact with sick patients but also potential COVID patients yet I’m grateful that I’m still standing strong and healthy. Sure, I have hand eczema and onset flared adult acne, but its not as bad as COVID or anything terminal. I also am so thankful for my mental health. During breakups and COVID, it could totally leave a person crazy, depressed or even suicidal. BUT I AM STILL HERE, loving myself, standing strong and firm in my beliefs and myself.

I have more things and people to mention that I am grateful for, which can also be found in my 5-min Journal, but God, I am so grateful for so many things in my life. I am grateful for this life. I am grateful to live. I am grateful to be here typing on my new MacBook, watching The Hills on my iPad, connected to strong Wifi, on a comfy bed, in comfy clothes, in a warm house with my family within a safe neighbourhood... see, there’s SO MUCH to be thankful for. I am truly blessed and I’m thankful for this awareness.

Gratitude really does change your perspective and makes you feel good. As Pinterest would put it (LOL), “The act of being thankful is the door that leads to all things beautiful.” And I’m going to keep being grateful cause God really DID THAT, made my life beautiful, in all its flaws and beauty.

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