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Undershifter Chapter 12 - The Original
Any moment that fist would smash into his bones. With only a single hit point, he would be dusted. His soul would shatter, as would most of his bones, he suspected. He only prayed that it would be quick.
...But nothing happened.
Taking deep breaths, he opened his eye sockets. Three feet in front of him was that fist, the cement under it shattered from the force. Each of the shifters were staring at him with varying degrees of shock. how... how did I get over here?
'Did that monster just…?' Tiger breathed. His voice seemed to snap Xander out of his shock. Despite the pain, he jumped to his feet, attempting to attack again. Sans jumped back in fright, but before the enraged shifter could lay a hand on him, he froze. A greyish glow emitted from his skin. Sans looked over at Scream. His hand was held out, and a flame the same colour trailed from his right eye. Taking a deep breath, he threw his hand to the side, and Xander slammed against the wall.
'Tigor! Cuff 'em! I can't ho
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Undershifter Chapter 11 - Shot Down
how long has it been? ten minutes? an hour? what is he doing?
Sans's panic at being taken had now begun to morph into annoyance. For some time, the shifter had been dashing around almost aimlessly. At one point he had stopped to speak to another, giving a small device to them. Sans didn't know how long ago that had been, and now the shifter was slowing, spinning on the spot. is he lost, or something?
Then he fidgeted. Quickly, he began to step away, the hand still holding Sans trapped now tightening slightly.
'Hey, aren't you Xander Ioian?' The new voice was deep, rough, and sounded annoyed. The shifter froze.
'Sorry sir, you must have me confused for someone else.' He stated pleasantly. He began walking again, but then skidded to a stop.
'Lying isn't gonna get ya anywhere, kid!' A bright, excited voice chirped.
'Xander Ioian, you are under arrest for the breaking and entering of over a dozen homes, and assault of thirty-two humans and eighteen shifters.' The first voice
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Undershifter Chapter 10 - Stolen
Jason had gone through the week with no problems. He had sulked for a bit, especially when Comrade made him take his medicine. But, in the end, it was what was best for him.
Sans had found he actually enjoyed having the shifter stay in the house. He was a lot funnier than he originally thought. One of the things he fondly remembered happened half way through the week, when Jason had been bored. He had gone into the kitchen, staring down at the ever accumulating pile of dishes. For a long time he just stared at it. Sans began to watch with mounting anticipation. what is he up to?
'Okay!' He said, holding a fist in the air, 'I can DO THIS!' Papyrus and Sans watched as he then pulled out a roll of paper towels, tearing off sheets and staking them over the pile so it was lazily hidden from view. On the last one, he pulled out a pen and wrote down "clean".
'Aaanndd… done. Nailed it!' He yelled, smiling broadly when he rushed back to the couch.
'OH MY GOD! SANS, HE'S AS BAD A
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Undershifter Chapter 9 - Paranoia
The hallways were dark and cramped, the air muggy. Somewhere in the distance was the soft percussion of droplets striking water, and every now and then, there would be a muffled scream. The lone figure gliding through the tunnel gave no notice to the cries, though, and continued passed the doors to get to his destination. Every step sent an echoed thud through the stone hall.
Walking into one of the rooms, he stopped by the door, watching his two superiors. The one in red was making aggressive sweeping motions at the screens in front of him, yelling at his partner. His partner, wearing a blue suit, was silent, but his form was stiff from irritation.
'I'm telling you, they got in! They've been in the system, I know it! They've hacked us, taken our records, and as we speak are dismantling the code and will tear down this operation!' "Red", also known as Gears, exclaimed. His burning red eyes fastened onto the newcomer. His partner took a deep breath, turning to the newcomer with less hos
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Undershifter Chapter 8 - Medic's Visit
Over the weeks Sans did his best to interact with the two shifters. Comrade was harmless and did what he could to make life for the two monsters better. Maybe he felt bad about leaving the two alone at the house when he'd leave every day. He often returned to the house with toys and games for the two to play with. Papyrus loved the puzzles he'd bring. Jason was also very accommodating. While he was often locked away in his room, whenever he was on the first floor, he'd talk to the two skeletons, no matter what he was doing. He'd also give them sweet treats behind his brothers back. Comrade had a strange fascination with healthy foods, but Jason continued to supply fast food and treats.
But even though he had been nothing but kind, Sans couldn't shake off this bad feeling. Maybe it was how he'd constantly have a weapon on his person. Maybe it was how his eyes would constantly change colours. Either way, whenever the two were alone, he'd be constantly on guard. He did his best not to sho
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Undershifter Chapter 7 - Not So Different
The days following the purchase were quiet. Almost too quiet after all of Jason's work the week before. He often stayed in his room, trying to research for his new assignment. Otherwise, he'd be in the lounge room, napping on the couch, playing an x-box game or watching the two monsters and their odd antics.
Cardinal seemed to have really taken a liking to Comrade. He'd often be seen following the boy around, and Comrade loved the attention. Jason was glad that the boy had gained such a strong bond in such a short time.
Blue Jay was a different story.
He'd often stay at the walls or corners, where he could watch the whole room. He'd never really stray too far from the taller skeleton, either. Whenever Comrade and the monster interacted on the table, the smaller skeleton would crane back his neck to keep the other in his sights. Every time Jason saw the show of concern he'd smile. It was sweet.
When he had first bought the small skeleton, he had been almost unnerved by how scared
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Undershifter Chapter 6 - Favour
Sans could hear muffled laughter through his sleep dazed state. He groaned, trying to ignore it so he could continue his nap. He curled tighter into himself, trying to get comfy. That just caused more laughter. He opened a single eye socket, and froze.
Jason was looking down at him, smirking.
'Nice of you to join us, Blue Jay.' He snickered, hand quickly rubbing at Sans's head before he could move away.
Comrade was at the table, slouching in the chair and staring down at something with contempt. Papyrus was sitting close by, watching curiously as he tapped a pen against the wood.
'Whatcha up to?' Jason asked, quickly scooping Sans into a hand and walking to the table. Sans sat still, grabbing onto the shifters thumb to steady himself. He wanted to try and run, maybe even bite the shifter for just grabbing him like that, but the height made his head swim. If he had fallen from that height, he would have been dusted for sure.
'Math,' The boy hissed as Sans was gently deposited next to Pa
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Undershifter Chapter 5 - New Home
Sans grew more and more uneasy as the shifters finally parked their car. Wherever they had stopped had a lot of activity. There were many voices, some soft, but most were loud. There was a huge commotion to the side, where there were screams and battle cries, before a barrage of bangs from weapons. There was a huge whoosh and a cry of victory.
'Looks like the seniors are having fun,' Comrade muttered nervously, his hold on the box tightening, 'Are… are they okay?'
'Dude, it's just paintball. They'll be fine.' Was the response he got from his brother as he collected the items from the back of the car.
As they walked on, Sans was able to see a field through one of the holes. There seemed to be two factions that were attacking each other. Whenever they got hit, they obtained a new splatter of colour to their armour. There were loud thunks as they were hit, which made Sans cringe slightly. Despite that, they were laughing, gleefully throwing themselves into their game o
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Undershifter Chapter 4 - Names
Once the two shifters had bought the necessary supplies, they had gone to a car and driven off. Neither of them spoke, and the silence was starting to worry Sans as he stared around the small box he shared with his brother, who he still hadn't let go of. Papyrus, after his initial scare, returned the tight embrace eagerly.
'So, Jay,' Comrade began, clearing his throat as he turned to the driver, 'You spent a lot of money today.'
'Yep.'
'Using Ashley's card, I assume?'
'Yep.'
'She's probably going to kill you for that.'
'Probably.'
'And… you don't care.'
'Not at all, my dear Watson!' That made the younger boy laugh.
'You are absolutely nuts.'
'Nah, I just know that she won't mind,' Jay argued, snickering, 'When it comes down to it, she's a big, fuzzy pushover.'
'A big, fuzzy pushover, that has commanded an army for decades and has more kills on her belt that any solders in the whole human military.'
The two shifters lapsed into an awkward silence. The skeleton brothers glanced at
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Undershifter Chapter 3 - Bought pt 2
Walking into the pet store, Jason - or Jay, to those really close to him - knew that they were going to be getting someone out of that stupid place. Not that it was rundown or anything, just that it was dark. Definitely not enough lights, he thought.
Comrade threw back his hood, excitedly staring around at the animals in the room. He had been giddy since the moment Jason had told him he was going to buy him a pet.
'Check it out, Jay!' He squealed, head swiveling to each display case, 'There are so many!' Jason laughed at this, ruffling his little brothers hair, who ducked away to escape it but was still smiling. Then he frowned.
'Are you sure about this, bro?' He asked, unusually quiet, 'Are we even allowed to have pets at the house?'
'Comrade, I checked with the headmistress. It's alright,' Jay sighed, sucking on his lollypop as he gently pushed Comrade forward with a smile, 'Now go on. Pick someone out.' Comrade smiled, dashing around to the cases. Jason noticed the two girls
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Undershifter Chapter 2 - Bought pt 1
For weeks it went the same. The monsters would be taken out of the cages in the back rooms in order to be placed in a glass display case in the front. Then customers would enter the store. Sans had seen mainly humans come in to see the strange and exotic creatures that were on sale. Though there were also the occasional appearance of those creatures that had shrunk the monsters.
Through eavesdropping the staff, Sans was able to find out that the humans called the race "Shifters". They were human, in a way, and it was almost impossible to tell the difference. Unless their arms were exposed, then you would see a strange black tattoo that would quiver as they moved, almost like it was alive. They would always gain a sense of weariness and anxiety from the staff, and were none too gentle with the animals, or monsters, that they bought.
So Sans found himself in a schedule where he'd be transferred to the display case, sleeping, ignoring the customers, sleeping, eating the barest amou
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Undershifter Chapter 1 - Captured
so much for a happy ending.
Sans grumbled, leaning against the mesh wall. Since the barrier had been destroyed, everything seemed to have gone downhill. Everyone had been excited about escaping the Underground, and with Frisk acting as ambassador they surely would have been accepted into the society, even if it took some time. All was well as they left their lifelong prison, enjoying the fresh air.
At least, until they came.
Sans didn't know what they were, but they hadn't been human. Frisk had said something strange about them being from the stars, before they attacked. They were fast, strong, and smart. Then they were herding the crowd like cattle at the cave mouth. Many had tried to fight, but these creatures were not the children they seemed to be. They were outnumbered by the monsters, but when the monsters retaliated with magic, they returned the fight with their own.
It was something no one had seen coming. Creatures as strong as humans, but with magical properties
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Hunters Chapter 1 - GT
Chapter 1 - Runaway
Keli ran.
She didn't know where she was heading, but that didn't stop her. She tripped over obstacles hidden in the dark, not yet adjusted to the dim, moonlit field. She'd gone too far this time. She should have known better than to piss off her uncle. Especially when he was full of stolen mead.
BANG!
And now she was going to die.
She was just lucky the drunk was such a horrible shot. He couldn't hit the side of a barn if he was three feet in front of it, she sneered, but continued to run. The bullets may have been sliding off course, but her luck was sure to run out eventually.
'Charles! Don't shoot the brat. She's more useful alive than dead.'
That was her aunt, Helen, who was rushing after her enraged husband. While Charles didn't care what happened to the child he had been saddled with, Helen took relative care of her. If you could call it that. She would give her scraps and stale bread, that way she wouldn't starve to death, but that was
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Rain, rain, go the hell away. Kathryn pulled the cloak tighter around herself as water poured down atop of her. "This is ridiculous," she muttered, teeth chattering together as she shivered. "Peter?"
She turned to find her frost-bitten friend, standing just as drenched as she is, eyes showing how exhausted he was from all this walking. Kathryn felt her stomach rumble and her mouth watered, before walking over to him. "Kat, lets just bunk it in for the night at that motel," he pointed a shaking finger towards the large, old looking motel. "It's the best shelter we got, and maybe they'll have food?"
Kathryn pursed her lips, but nodded. "Yeah, alright," she then tightened the wet piece of fabric she called a poncho around her shoulders and led the way. Her and Peter were the same age. Not being family, nor in a romantic relationship, they had been borrowing together for a good three years now. And they were comfortable with one another.
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The night had gone from bad to worse in a matter of seconds.
The girl knew that going out when people occupied the room was dangerous, and all the advice from her father rang inside her head like warning bells. Telling her to turn the other way and leave this stupid idea behind.
Her father had gone to bed, and Talia had snuck out.
Starving a couple nights in a row wasn't uncommon for the tiny family, and she knew that, and she'd had enough of it. The rooms in Moonlight All Night, were usually left fairly messy, that gave her enough of a chance to get in and out without being seen or noticed, but from her current leverage point under the TV stand, she could see the huge pairs of socked feet from a young mother and father, trying to get their squirmy daughter into bed.
Talia huffed, ducking a little further into the shadows, easily avoiding any eyesight of the three humans in the room.
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"Well, hello there, kiddo."
Jumping in surprise by the the low, rumbling voice above me, I looked up and my eyes widened in terror. Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! That's a giant! I bit down on my lower lip as his large hazel eyes, met my microscopic, golden ones.
I swallowed thickly as he knelt down to, presumably, get a better look at me. Humans weren't seen all that much in these parts, so it was no wonder this guy was taking a rather big, no pun intended, interest in me. The sound of his clothes shifting and moving, would be enough to make someone with giantphobia, pass out.
Lucky I'm not one of those people, then it'd be awkward.
Trying to keep my breathing steady, I tore my eyes away from him. Although, reluctant to do so, which was probably a bad idea on my part, I kept them away from meeting his again. His voice, well it was young, but not child tone, nor was it adult tone. It sounded more like the voice of a teenager, like myself.
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It hadn't been long before the two humans were split up, and she was instead by herself. Sitting completely in an open palm with nothing but her jacket and her backpack. Huge fingers curled up around her like a safety railing.
They were silent with each other for now, and it was making her uncomfortable.
Being able to feel the pulse beneath her hands was putting her on the edge, as those veins were connected to an even larger heart probably the same size she was. And with the tendons and muscles flexing under her fingertips putting her even more on edge. Going from never seeing a giant before, to being held by one all in the same day was a bit much. And doing too much to already fraying her nerves.
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"Hey, hey," the voice came rumbling from above, soft and smooth, and Scott didn't know what to do as he cowered up against a tree that he'd backed himself into. "You don't have to be scared."
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My heart and head began racing and spinning a mile a minute as I ever so slowly stood up, shaking from head to toe and utterly unable to tear my gaze from the terrifying spectacle in front of me. The creature’s shaggy brown hair was still tumbled downwards at the watch-like contraption on his wrist. I couldn't quite make out a face.
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'Slowly.....slowly...You’re so close…so close to the fore-'
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Any moment that fist would smash into his bones. With only a single hit point, he would be dusted. His soul would shatter, as would most of his bones, he suspected. He only prayed that it would be quick.

...But nothing happened.

Taking deep breaths, he opened his eye sockets. Three feet in front of him was that fist, the cement under it shattered from the force. Each of the shifters were staring at him with varying degrees of shock. how... how did I get over here?

'Did that monster just…?' Tiger breathed. His voice seemed to snap Xander out of his shock. Despite the pain, he jumped to his feet, attempting to attack again. Sans jumped back in fright, but before the enraged shifter could lay a hand on him, he froze. A greyish glow emitted from his skin. Sans looked over at Scream. His hand was held out, and a flame the same colour trailed from his right eye. Taking a deep breath, he threw his hand to the side, and Xander slammed against the wall.

'Tigor! Cuff 'em! I can't hold him forever!' He hissed, a single drop of bright red blood trailing from his nose. Tigor was quick to snap out of his shock, pulling out cuffs as he yanked the shifters arms back. In a quick motion the shifter was contained.

Scream let out a breath, the flame leaving his eye as he leaned against the wall. Absentmindedly, he wiped the blood away, though it smudged slightly against his cheek.

'I was unaware that monsters could teleport.' Tigor muttered, his grip on Xander's arm never faltering as he fiercely struggled. Scream just shrugged, suddenly seeming very tired.

'From the reports we got, they shouldn't be able to do anything like that.' He muttered, eyes looking over at Sans with an almost child-like curiosity.

'Well, now what?' Tigor asked, 'I doubt the shelter would know what to do about this.' Scream cocked his head, thinking for a moment.

'Can always talk to Ash 'bout it.' He murmured, stepping forward.

Sans gasped, trying to move away from the approaching shifter. What was happening? I… I teleported? But he hadn't been able to do that since…

That shock had damaged the collar! It must have.

Scream knelt down in front of him, his movements slow as a hand reached for him. Sans flinched, which made the shifter grimace.

'Don't worry bud. I won't hurt ya.' He cooed.

'It's… not like… the… stupid thing… can… understand you… Darkscream!' Xander spat though pants. Scream's eyes shot to him, that flame appearing for just a moment as he glared. Xander suddenly jerked, his head smashing against the wall. Tigor rolled his eyes, now grabbing the unconscious shifter and throwing him over his shoulder.

Darkscream carefully wrapped a couple of fingers around the startled skeleton. He was surprisingly gentle, lifting the skeleton and placing him onto his free palm.

'There we go,' He chirped, standing up, 'That wasn't so bad, now, was it?'

'Scream, I'm going to go the brig and hand this lowlife over to the guards,' Tigor muttered, backing out of the alley, 'See what you can do for the skeleton.'

Sans didn't really pay attention as Darkscream began walking. Instead, he fingered the collar hugging his neck. He had been able to teleport, if only a small distance. Looking down at his hand, he concentrated. A single blue bone hovered on his palm. He attempted to speak, but no sound came out. still can't talk, then…

Darkscream then gently placed Sans onto a small table, effectively jarring him from his thoughts. Sans looked around at the small office they had entered. The walls were white, and a small open door led off into what appeared to be a medical room. Scream was slowly creeping behind a girl at the desk in the middle of the room. Suddenly he pounced forward, grabbing the startled girl and wrapping an arm around her neck.

'Gimme the goods! Or else, your chemistry!' Instead of being afraid of the threat, the girls eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

'Dude, don't ya mean "history"?'

'Don't change the subject!' They were silent for a moment, then both burst into laughter. Even Sans snickered quietly.

'Gonna let me go?' She asked, turning her neck to look at him. He smirked.

'I have laid down my demands!' He declared. She snorted, but lent closer to kiss his cheek. He laughed, releasing her.

'Ya feelin' better, Ash?' Scream asked. She rolled her eyes.

wait… is this the infamous Ashley? She was nothing like what Sans imagined. He had pictured her to be much older, and much more intimidating. Instead, she gave off an almost calming aura, and seemed much too innocent and child-like to be such a relentless warrior.

'Been better, but thanks.' She murmured, looking back down at the notes she had been looking over.

She looked irritated, despite her smile. Her blue eyes narrowed at the notes, long strands of brunette hair falling over her left eye. She pulled off her black jacket, now only in a camo tank top and black jeans.

'Well, wanna talk 'bout it?' She sighed heavily.

'House twelve got broken into a while ago. No one has been able to catch the perp yet,' She announced, 'They got into the system, too. Not knowing what they were after is gonna drive me crazy.'

'Well, I'm sure Ratap will be able to find out.' Scream assured. She sighed, standing and rushing out to the medical room. After a moment's hesitation, Scream collected Sans and followed her.

'Ya still looking over those guys that team Plebeian brought in?' He asked, thumb rubbing Sans's head lightly. Sans groaned, batting the finger away. This just amused the shifter and he continued his prodding.

'Most of 'em have been helped and sent off to the Shelter. There's just one that's worrying us,' She explained, pausing at a table where a familiar looking girl stood, gentle hands probing a small, still figure, 'How's she doing, hun?'

Joanna looked over at Ashley, a pained look on her face. She sighed, sitting back in her chair.

'Her injuries are… more severe than I anticipated. The monster anatomy is still very new to me, and is much more complicated, what with magic and dust being a factor, and then the different kinds of monsters… I–' Joanna took a deep breath, her eyes watering slightly, 'Ashley, I… I don't think I can help her.'

Sans craned his neck to see what they were talking about. The whites in his eyes darkened at what he saw.

Tori…

Toriel was placed on some soft fabric, and she looked absolutely horrible. Her bangs were knotted and covered in dirt. Patches of fur had been burnt off, and long, ugly scars littered her body. A fine layer of dust coated what was left of her torn robe. She looked about ready to turn to dust herself.

'Why would someone do this?' Darkscream asked, voice low with some strong emotion Sans couldn't discern.

'Apparently some bolt's were "having fun" with some young monsters, and she tried to protect them,' Ashley ground out, shaking her head, 'They made sure she knew never to try that again, but they went too far.'

She was going to die…

Sans concentrated and blipped over to Toriel's side. The two female shifters jumped at the unexpected appearance, but made no move to intervene when they saw the tears running from his sockets. Sans reached out, hesitated. What could he do? He used his eye to see just how bad she was.

Toriel

ATK: 80

DEF: 80

HP: 0.2/80


No wonder she looked so broken…

Sans held his hands just over her soul. He took deep breaths, trying hard to summon green magic. Papyrus had always been better at it than he was, but he had to do something. Please, let the collar be broken enough that this will work!

A faint glow shone from his fingers, slowly encasing Toriel's fragile soul. He watched as her HP slowly began to rise, if only a little bit. Now her HP was at eight. Not great, but it was enough to get her soul out of danger, and she even began to stir.

'Ashley… She's stabilized,' Joanna breathed, eyes on a small monitor, before gazing at Sans in awe, 'How were you able to do that, Blue Jay?'

'You… you know this monster?' Ashley inquired.

'Well, yeah… He's Jason's monster.' Joanna muttered.

'Then… Darkscream, you got him off of Xander Ioian, am I right?'

'Yeah? Tigor was heading off to the brig when I came here,' He explained, shrugging, 'How come?' Ashley looked down at the two monsters thoughtfully. Sans fidgeted. Those eyes were calculating, hard, and dangerous, completely unlike to the rest of her kind demeanor.

'I suppose I better tell Jason that his monster has been located, then.'
how long has it been? ten minutes? an hour? what is he doing?

Sans's panic at being taken had now begun to morph into annoyance. For some time, the shifter had been dashing around almost aimlessly. At one point he had stopped to speak to another, giving a small device to them. Sans didn't know how long ago that had been, and now the shifter was slowing, spinning on the spot. is he lost, or something?

Then he fidgeted. Quickly, he began to step away, the hand still holding Sans trapped now tightening slightly.

'Hey, aren't you Xander Ioian?' The new voice was deep, rough, and sounded annoyed. The shifter froze.

'Sorry sir, you must have me confused for someone else.' He stated pleasantly. He began walking again, but then skidded to a stop.

'Lying isn't gonna get ya anywhere, kid!' A bright, excited voice chirped.

'Xander Ioian, you are under arrest for the breaking and entering of over a dozen homes, and assault of thirty-two humans and eighteen shifters.' The first voice added matter-of-factly.

And he began to run.

This just resulted in a whoop of joy, before the two who had confronted him gave chase.

The shifter was using that speed ability, and Sans inwardly groaned. If it wasn't for the fist he was encased in, he felt like he would have turned to liquid against the side of the pocket. How were the shifters' bodies able to stand those speeds?

BANG!

The body jerked and froze. Electric shocks shot through the body, once passing over Sans. Being a skeleton he only received a mild shock, but the collar was now warm, and was whining slightly. After a couple of seconds of apprehensive silence, the shifter – Xander, they said, right? – fell forward and landed with a heavy thud.

The giant fingers that had kept Sans trapped were now limp, twitching slightly as electricity zapped through his nerves. Sans was quick to push the unresponsive limbs away and crawl out of the pocket. Landing lightly on the cold cement, he never thought fresh air could be so good.

'That was easy,' The deep voice muttered, then growled, 'Too easy, one might think.'

'Oh, you worry too much!' The second voice chirped good-naturedly.

It then dawned on him; if these two were so willing to shoot down someone, was he really better off with them than Xander?

Sans looked up at the two men who had taken down the shifter. The taller one seemed to be in his early twenties, his slender form obscured by a dark trench coat. His spiky black hair had bright orange tips that matched his narrowed eyes. He was blowing smoke out of the barrel of his gun, quickly replacing it to his hip. The second one seemed to be in his late teens, leaning casually against the wall. He wore grey pants, a dirty white shirt, with a red hoody covered with a black leather jacket. He was smiling broadly as his partner scowled at him, crossing his arms.

'And how many times has my paranoia kept you from getting yourself ki–' His retort was cut off when he caught sight of the monster. Sans froze when those orange eyes narrowed on him.

'He has a pet, it seems.' He growled out. The younger one looked over and snorted.

'Yeah? And?' He inquired, then snickered quietly, 'What? Are you afraid Xander taught the monster to be a guard dog or somethin'? Is the big bad kitty-cat scared of a little ol' monster?' His condescending tone was not sitting well with the other one.

'Scream, I will harm you!'

'Oh, put yourself in my shoes, Tiger,' Scream drew out, a hand over his heart in mock hurt, 'How do you think I'm feline right now! You're clawing me up, dude!'

Despite it all, Sans snickered quietly at the puns.

'Oh for fu–' Tiger growled, a hand running through his hair as he sighed, 'Well, what are we going to do about it? It's not like we can incarcerate him with his owner.' It was strange that the shifter wasn't calling him an "it" like many others did, but the small fact made Sans feel slightly better. Only slightly, though.

'I can always talk to the shelter 'bout it.' Scream muttered.

Sans stepped back as the shifter moved forward to collect him, and a movement caught his attention. Xander was shaking uncontrollably, but with some effort he had pushed himself up slightly. Blood red eyes landed on him, and a low growl escaped from deep in his throat. With a quick movement, he had thrown up his fist, slamming it down to smash the tiny skeleton to pieces. Sans barely had enough time to close his eye sockets and cross his arms over his head, unable to move fast enough to escape.

if only I could still teleport!
Jason had gone through the week with no problems. He had sulked for a bit, especially when Comrade made him take his medicine. But, in the end, it was what was best for him.

Sans had found he actually enjoyed having the shifter stay in the house. He was a lot funnier than he originally thought. One of the things he fondly remembered happened half way through the week, when Jason had been bored. He had gone into the kitchen, staring down at the ever accumulating pile of dishes. For a long time he just stared at it. Sans began to watch with mounting anticipation. what is he up to?

'Okay!' He said, holding a fist in the air, 'I can DO THIS!' Papyrus and Sans watched as he then pulled out a roll of paper towels, tearing off sheets and staking them over the pile so it was lazily hidden from view. On the last one, he pulled out a pen and wrote down "clean".

'Aaanndd… done. Nailed it!' He yelled, smiling broadly when he rushed back to the couch.

'OH MY GOD! SANS, HE'S AS BAD AS YOU ARE!' Papyrus had signed, which just made Sans snicker. The best part had been when Comrade had returned home and seen it. He had gone crazy, but refused to clean the pile, as it was still Jason's job. It reminded Sans of the whole sock argument he'd have with Papyrus back home.

Now the blistered wound was all but gone. Jason, eager to escape the stuffy interior, had left earlier that day, though he promised not to be out for too long. Comrade had taken Papyrus and gone out to a nearby park. Sans decided to sleep. He hadn't been able to sleep the night before due to a horrid nightmare.

That was another event Sans would never forget. When he had woken up, Papyrus was still sleeping beside him. He decided to quietly slip from the makeshift bed and walked over to the kitchen. The cold tiles had felt nice on his heated bones. There he lay, just trying to cool down and make sense of his nightmare.

He hadn't expected Jason to stroll in, almost in a daze. He had grabbed a cup of water and slid down to the ground, just staring off at a crack in the ceiling. When Sans moved, he looked down at him, eyes slightly unfocused. It took him a moment to realize what he was looking at, then a sad smile settled on his lips.

'Couldn't sleep?' He inquired, taking a huge swig of water, 'Yeah, I know the feeling, bud.'

He was shuddering. His shirt was damp, and beads of sweat still clung to his forehead. He was taking deep breaths to calm himself, but it just seemed to make him feel worse.

Sans rushed to his side, concerned by the display. He had never seen Jason act like this before.

'I haven't had that dream in a long time,' He mused, free hand absentmindedly rubbing at Sans's skull, 'I had thought I was getting over it, but…' He shut his eyes, a sob escaping his throat.

'I saw all of them. They were all dead around me. Everyone I knew,' He said, looking up in the direction of Comrade's room, his voice cracking, 'Even him…' The cup shattered in his in his fist, but he didn't react to the shards of glass that jabbed into his hand.

'Ya know the worse part? The worst part is not that they were all dead. It was that they all died, and I was still alive,' He said, arms wrapping around his legs, 'Why is it that they all had to die, but I'm still here?'

Sans watched him as he shook for a moment, then wrapped his arms across the shifters leg in an effort to give him a comforting hug. He had known that feeling many times before, in so many different timelines. He had not realized how broken the shifter was, or how much strain he was put through in order to hide it. It made his soul ache. But the show of comfort did seem to calm him down. He smiled, gently scooping the skeleton into his hand and holding him close. He didn't say anything again, but both were comforted by the others presence. Comrade walked into the kitchen in the morning to find Jason asleep with Blue Jay snuggled against his chest.

Sans stirred slowly. He could hear shuffling upstairs. He smirked, sitting up from his bed and yawning. Jason was probably home already.

… Wait a minute.

Jason and Comrade never made that much noise. Every step they took was light, and their strange shoes muffled what little noise they did make to the point of it being non-existent. But these steps made small pockets of dust fall from the ceiling, and the sound echoed through the house ominously.

The figure was now dashing down the stairs. Sans stared at the intruder, and the intruder paused halfway down the steps. He was staring straight at Sans.

The figure was wearing dark pants and boots. A black hooded jacket covered his arm, so Sans couldn't figure out whether he had a shifter mark. He cocked his head to the side curiously.

'So, the bounty hunter has a monster, eh?' Sans hopped to his feet, quickly jumping from the fabric to run. The intruder laughed. There was a whoosh, and he was beside Sans, grabbing him in a fist. welp, now I know he's a shifter, Sans thought as he struggled. He hated how they could move so quickly. It just continued to show how weak he had become. His attempts to push the fingers away were met with more laughter, before the shifter squeezed. Sans gasped, freezing as his ribs creaked dangerously.

'It's quite pathetic how far you monsters have fallen, is it not?' The shifter snickered, before moving to the door.

wait! he's taking me? WHY? Sans's struggling doubled. The shifter snorted, then shoved his fist into a pocket, hiding the monster from anyone's view. is no one going to stop him?! does anyone even know what he's doing?

Jason, where are you?


There was no one around to see the intruder flee from the house, with an extra, unwilling passenger in tow.

...

Jason sighed as he reentered his home some time later. He rushed to his room, not bothered by the mess across his floor and desk. It was something he had to clean up at some point, but he never did. He sat at the desk, ready to get onto his computer.

He stopped when he noticed that the drink he had had by the keyboard was no where on the desk. Frowning, he found it by his foot. He distinctly remembered that he had left it on the desk before he had left that morning. His room was a mess, but it was an organised mess, and he knew where everything was. Something, or someone, had disrupted his system.

Who the FUCK has been in our room?!

Jason shook the thought aside, looking around the room to see if there was any other evidence of tampering. While there didn't appear to be anything, Jason was now paranoid enough to do something about it.

'MASS, boot up.' He boomed. There was a beep, before a holographic figure appeared before him. He gave off the form of a person, but the details were lacking and it showed more of a silhouette than an actual person.

'You called, Quintuple?' He asked quietly, hands behind his back. MASS, aka. Mandimal Assistance Security System, was a program created by the original telepath to assist the Community in security problems.

'I need security footage for the house.' He instructed. MASS spread his hands and a few screens appeared, each showing a different viewpoint. One showed a figure fleeing the house just ten minutes before Jason arrived home.

'Any idea what he did?' Jason asked, trying to see the hooded figures face.

'The intruder appears to have tampered with your database. At the moment, I am still unaware of what he was after... however, he did take something else.' He announced, voice flat and robotic-like.

'Well, what did he take?' Jason demanded. MASS shook his head.

'You will not be happy, sir.'

'JUST TELL ME!' The hologram paused, then seemed to take a deep breath, though he didn't require one.

'The intruder has stolen your pet, Blue Jay.'

For a long moment, Jason didn't react. He blinked, at a loss of what to think.

He didn't...

That STUPID LITTLE WORM!

He will not last much longer.

WHEN I GET MY FUCKING HANDS ON THAT PIECE OF SHIT-!


Jason shook his head, trying to calm and control his wayward thoughts.

'Calm down, calm down...' He breathed, a hand running through his hair, 'First things first, the guards and professors should be notified of the breach and theft.' He barged out of the room, already sending the message to his superiors.

'Could you identify who it was?' Jason asked over his shoulder, but MASS had already reappeared by the couch.

'While I am not positive - he had somehow messed with the system before entering, so my tapes are blurry and have no sound - I believe it may have been Xander Ioian.'

Nodding, Jason rushed out of the house, sending his message to the head mistress and guard captain.

Now he just had to find the son of a bitch who took Blue Jay!
Undershifter Chapter 10 - Stolen
Warning: there is some swearing in this chapter... just so you know.
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The hallways were dark and cramped, the air muggy. Somewhere in the distance was the soft percussion of droplets striking water, and every now and then, there would be a muffled scream. The lone figure gliding through the tunnel gave no notice to the cries, though, and continued passed the doors to get to his destination. Every step sent an echoed thud through the stone hall.

Walking into one of the rooms, he stopped by the door, watching his two superiors. The one in red was making aggressive sweeping motions at the screens in front of him, yelling at his partner. His partner, wearing a blue suit, was silent, but his form was stiff from irritation.

'I'm telling you, they got in! They've been in the system, I know it! They've hacked us, taken our records, and as we speak are dismantling the code and will tear down this operation!' "Red", also known as Gears, exclaimed. His burning red eyes fastened onto the newcomer. His partner took a deep breath, turning to the newcomer with less hostility that the other, but couldn't quite mask his frustration.

'Tyron, I hope you have good news for us.' He muttered, voice very business-like.

'I'm afraid not, sir,' Tyron answered grimly, 'The telepaths have searched through the system, and they have reason to believe that they have recently been accessed. And a few of our contacts at the Community have reason to suspect that Ashley has recently had a secret meeting before our suspicions were raised.'

'FUCK IT!' Gears screamed, hand gripping at his dark hair, 'She's onto us! That do-gooder has something on us, I know it!

'Calm down, lieutenant. It's not Tyron's fault,' His partner calmly stated, then his gaze narrowed, 'If you hadn't kept any accessible electronic records like I suggested at the start, we wouldn't be in this situation in the first place.' His voice was soft and even, but his eyes had begun to turn red, showing his displeasure with Gears at the moment. Then again, Jetstone never seemed happy with the other Verten.

'There was no directly incriminating info in those files. And not a single database was "accessible". The only way for them to get them was if they hacked us,' He growled, eyes nearly completely red, 'I don't like the fuckers, but the Oaks are not lacking in their skills. I don't know when they began to consider these rumours, but someone must have tipped them off!'

'Not necessarily, sir,' Tyron began, holding his hands behind his back so they wouldn't see them shaking, 'We all know how softsparked they are. Even if one person gave 'em the idea that these things are being mistreated, they'd want to look into it.'

'Ashley isn't an idiot. She knows that if she just openly incriminates us, she risks breaking this unsteady peace.' Jetstone murmured, hand under his chin as he thought.

'Should we go public with news of their infiltration?' Gears asked, arms crossed.

'No. We say nothing. If we jump to incriminate them, it will incriminate us, in return. Let the Oaks have their fun. Let them go on their self-righteous hunt. If we truly left no evidence of the monsters' sentience, the worst they can call us out on is breaking regulation, and we'll just fall back into their guidelines until they are off our asses,' He announced, gazing back at the screens, 'We still don't know what it is they were after. As far as I know, there is no reason to suspect the monsters sentience, so it's safe to assume that they wouldn't, either. It is better if they think we are simply maltreating the creatures.'

'But what if they are investigating sentience? What if they find more tangible evidence?' Gears demanded, voice cracking slightly, 'If they found out what you're keeping as a pet? She'll repeat what she did to our last leader!' Jetstone shuddered at the thought. It was not a memory he enjoyed thinking about.

'That is very true,' Jetstone murmured, thinking again, 'In that case, we should keep track of the higher ups. If possible, we should try to limit their interactions with monsters whenever possible. Have everyone ready to intervene if needed.'

'But we should try to see what info they have gained, as well.' Gears persisted.

'Well, what do you expect us to do, sir?' Tyron demanded, 'If Ashley caught us, she'd rip us to shreds. If we tried to hack them, Ratap's firewalls would send a shockwave through our own systems! He's done it before, and we couldn't get up and running for a month!'

'There is always her bounty hunter.'

The two looked at Jetstone, unsure of what he meant.

'He has been able to find our people with too much ease. The only way he could do this was if he had access to the Originals' information and databases,' He mused, 'He would be the best to try. He's powerful and important enough to be able to gain this information, but he would most likely have a less advanced firewall in his server.'

'So, you wish for us to hack into Quintuple's system?' Tyron asked. Jetstone nodded.

'But then there is the problem with keeping them away from monsters. I know that some of them own one,' Gears muttered, hand rubbing his face, 'How can we keep them from interacting with their own pets?' Jetstone grinned, but to those watching it seemed more like a wolf showing off its teeth to scare off any potential opponents.

'Easy,' He purred, 'it is a lot harder to interact with something that isn't there.'

It took a couple of seconds for the idea to sink in, leaving all three smiling wickedly.

'Gears, get in contact with Xander. He's always been skilled in breaking and entering. I believe he's the perfect man for the job.'
Over the weeks Sans did his best to interact with the two shifters. Comrade was harmless and did what he could to make life for the two monsters better. Maybe he felt bad about leaving the two alone at the house when he'd leave every day. He often returned to the house with toys and games for the two to play with. Papyrus loved the puzzles he'd bring. Jason was also very accommodating. While he was often locked away in his room, whenever he was on the first floor, he'd talk to the two skeletons, no matter what he was doing. He'd also give them sweet treats behind his brothers back. Comrade had a strange fascination with healthy foods, but Jason continued to supply fast food and treats.

But even though he had been nothing but kind, Sans couldn't shake off this bad feeling. Maybe it was how he'd constantly have a weapon on his person. Maybe it was how his eyes would constantly change colours. Either way, whenever the two were alone, he'd be constantly on guard. He did his best not to show it, though, to appease his brother's wish.

One strange thing he'd noticed was their night schedules. It seemed as if neither shifter slept. It wasn't that they had problems sleeping, but that they physically didn't need to. They'd constantly be moving, working, or finding something to occupy their spare time. Comrade would often leave the house and spend a night somewhere else. His brother, though supporting how he'd socialize with others, seemed pained whenever he did this.

And that was another big difference between the brothers. Comrade would always return with a lot of energy, often gaming through the whole night. Jason would disappear for a large amount of time, and when he returned, he'd collapse on the couch, too exhausted to even bother going to his own room to rest. It made Sans wonder what he did outside of the house. But even then, he'd only ever be down for an hour or two, quickly getting back up and working again.

In order to get his mind off of these thoughts, Sans watched as Papyrus was trying to solve an abandoned puzzle game on the computer. Comrade hadn't shut it off before going to his room. The mouse was hard to manoeuvre at times, but he enjoyed the challenge anyway.

The door opened and Jason walked in. He'd been gone for a solid eight hours, and it had since gotten dark. Papyrus smiled at him, abandoning the game to greet him. Sans grinned at the shifter.

They both froze when they took in his demeanour. He had shut the door, leaning against it for support. His breathing was erratic, and he was wiping sweat from his brow.

'SANS, IS HE OKAY?' Papyrus signed, face twisted with worry. Sans shrugged. He didn't know what to make of the display.

Comrade had bounded down the stairs when he heard the door close. He opened his mouth to scold his brother, as he always did when he returned from being out for so long. But he stopped when he took in Jason's strangely pale face.

'Bro, what happened?' He asked. Jason laughed quietly.

'Don't worry, buddy, I was jus-' He had gone to take a step forward, but the leg buckled and he collapsed. He reached out and gripped the side of the couch to catch himself. He took a couple of shuddering breaths, waving Comrade's concern aside.

'Don't worry, my leg just fell asleep… Just need to walk it o-' He gasped as he took a step forward, plopping himself onto the couch, 'Nope. I'm gonna sit down. I think I heard the other one yawn.'

'Jay, please! Something's wrong! You need to tell me what happened!' Comrade cried, looking his brother over as he dragged the cloak from his shoulders.

Sans shivered. The front of his shirt had specks of red scattered across the fabric. The fabric was torn in many places, and much of one sleeve had been ripped away. He was missing a couple of knives, and on his exposed arm was what looked like a blistering patch of flesh.

'Jason… what is that?' Jason's brow furrowed as he looked at the patch. He grabbed his torn sleeve and yanked it up, unfocused eyes struggling to make it out. It was almost in the shape of a hand print.

'Huh. So he did get me,' He muttered, words slurred slightly, 'I was wondering why I was getting so dizzy after only a cup.' Comrade frowned.

'Have you been drinking?!' He demanded. Sans stared between the two, shocked. Was alcohol able to do this to shifters? Surely not. Something else must have happened!

'Jus' one, man. I… I…' Jason fell limp on the couch.

'FUCK!'

In all their time with those brothers, never had Sans heard Comrade swear.

Comrade began to shake Jason, yelling at him to stay awake. When he didn't respond, Comrade began pressing at something in his ear.

'Please, I need a medic over at house twelve! Jason just got home and collapsed on the couch!' He yelled at nothing, again glancing at the blistered patch, 'I think he got hit by a Trapist! He's out and- Oh God! It's bubbling!' Sure enough, the flesh was quivering, tiny dark bubbles appearing. The flesh around it had gone pale and the wound itself had become inflamed. Sans gasped in shock. The wound was acidic, and was now slowly eating away at his flesh.

After a few more seconds of panic, the door was slammed open and a figure rushed to Jason's side. It was a girl, barely older that sixteen. Blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she was draped with a too large jacket over shorts and a baggy shirt. It looked as if she had sprung out of bed and grabbed the first thing she could before rushing over. Comrade quickly moved out of her way, leaning against the table and keeping wide, concerned eyes on his brother.

She put down a small bundle and flicked it to the side, opening up a kit of vials and bandages. She quickly examined the wound, never saying a word, before grabbing a couple of vials and mixing them together. She dumped the strange goo onto a small pad and placed it over the wound. Jason flinched, tensing up, then calmed and slumped against the couch again. She sighed, shaking her head.

'He really needs to come in for check-ups after he's finished an assignment.' She ground out, voice chipped but light with compassion. She removed the pad, looking at the now less inflamed area with disdain before grabbing a bandage to secure it.

'What happened, Joanna? Is he alright?' Comrade asked. She smiled at him.

'Don't worry, he's okay now. It was just a small paralysis concoction that would slowly eat away at him. Simply remedy. You're lucky you noticed this when you did, though. It could have done a lot of damage to his nervous system... maybe even killed him, if left unchecked for too long.' Comrade cringed, but smiled in relief.

'So, he'll be fine?'

'He'll need to stay indoors and rest for the next few days. Give him these before every meal,' She instructed, plucking out some herbs and handing them to him, 'If he can avoid any stress, he should be completely fine by the end of the week.'

Comrade looked at the herbs and cringed at the sharp smell.

'Ya know he won't be happy 'bout that.' He said. She just snickered.

'People can say that my medicine is disgusting all they want, but they cannot deny that it works,' She said as she collected her bundle, 'I suggest you leave him where he is for now. He'll be fine there for the night.'She turned to go to the door, but paused.

'Hey, how has your arm been?' Comrade smiled, a hand hovering close to his shoulder.

'It's better,' He informed, smiling slightly, 'You can almost not see the scar now. Your work is very good.' She smiled, nodding a silent thanks, then left.

Comrade took a deep breath, leaning against the table. He ran his hand over his face, looking back at Jason. It was almost as if the scare had never happened. Then Sans heard him quietly sob.

'Jay, why won't you ever tell me what's wrong?' He breathed, arms wrapped tightly around himself.

Sans and Papyrus looked at each other, stricken by what they heard. Papyrus rushed to Comrade, pushing against his side to get his attention. This made Comrade smile, but tears were still threatening to fall.

'Thanks buddy.' He murmured, hugging him carefully with a hand.

'Come on,' He said, carefully scooping up the two skeletons, 'We'd better let him rest.' He placed the two on the ground, and quickly set out to cover Jason. The skeleton brothers watched for a moment, before returning to their small bundle of soft fabric in the corner that acted as their bed.

'SANS, I HOPE HE'LL BE OKAY.' Papyrus signed, sighing quietly.

'me too, bro.'

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There isn't much to say, other than I enjoy writing. I've been doing for years, and wish to share my work.

Most of the stories I'll be posting will be original pieces of work, probably with a lot of G/T.
I won't stand for graphic sexual content.

I look forward to my time joined to this site :)
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Thanks for the watch!
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thanks for the watch!~
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Thanks for the fav! Welcome to DA!
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Hi and welcome on dA :heart:
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