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endtale--samuel-blog · 8 years ago

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EndTale Side Story--Samuel Meets Aliza

Hey, @thebananafrappe and @azulandrojo, this is part of a short story side story that i’m writing that has both my AU (EndTale) and your AxeTale meeting, tell me if yall like it and if you want to see more.

“FUCKKKKKKK” I screamed as I fell a few feet out of the air onto my ass. I laid on my back, and reached into my hoodie pocket, pulling out my pack of cigarettes, I let out a sigh of relief as I dropped my arm to my side. “At least they survived, thank god for that.” I pulled one of the white tubes out and lit it with the lighter I always keep in my sweatpants pocket. I took a long drag on it and looked at my hand, a stark white, skeletal hand that was silhouetted by the dark ceiling. I clenched it into a fist and sat up, it had been about a month now since I became a skeleton, since I had fused with Gastor. Though, when I walk to void, time seems to lose concept, but I believe it has bee a month, for me at least.

I looked around the place I fell in, it was.....dark, REALLY dark. Jezz, looks more empty than my world. I stood up and brushed the light dust and dirt from my pants. Dust..... I looked at the light powder over my hand and closed my eyes, Guess this is one of those genocide worlds. Well I should get out of here, best not interfere. I pulled my hood up and walked forward into a black mass that formed around me, the void. This is how I move, thru this place where nothing exist, where time and space don't hold a meaning. I walked thru it and.....ran head first into a tree. I Pulled the cigarette out of my mouth and blew the smoke out in a deep sigh, “Why can’t I fucking move ANYWHERE WITHOUT RUNNING INTO A FUCKING OBJECT!” I banged my head against the tree when a voice spoke to me, and I mean a real voice not the ones in my head. a girls.

“Uhhhh, are you ok.....” A girl in a red stripped shirt stood a few feet away from me, a magic twinkle in her eye.

I tossed the cigarette and away and smiled, “Y-yeah I am ok, how about you, sweetheart?”

She took a step back and I internally punched myself, Way to sound like a creep. “I-I mean how are you?”

She looked over me, “Good too,....”

I extended my hand, “Call me Samuel, Samuel the Skeleton.” She captiously took my hand and I smiled, “You have nice eyes, girl, quite unique.”

“Th-thanks, and my names Aliza.” She pulled her hand back slowly and I put my hands back into my pocket. “So, Aliza, where would I be right now?”

“Well,” She took a second to think, “I think that this is a-” She was cut short as a monster lumbered out from a dark corner in the forest. I say monster as in, it wasn’t normal, even for a underground creature, it was.....oozing black goo and snarled at us, the shape vaguely resembled a Froggit. It moved towards us and Alizascreamed.

“DADDY HELP!!!” She yelled from the top of her lungs. I stepped infront o her, and lowered my tone.

“Aliza, stay behind me.” I looked at the creature, and extended my hands towards it and felt that familier tingle as my eyes changed color in my eye sockets, from white, to grey. The color of Pain. I brought my thumb and middle fingers together as it got closer and smiled. I snapped my fingers and tendrils of barbeed wire came out of the sky and pulled the creature up, then a barrage of knives stabbed into the creature, then as it fell, a large, grey spike shot out of the ground and pierced the thing, it croaked out a last noise and turned into dust. I turned around and smiled at Aliza.

“See, you are safe. Don’t wo-” I created a spike behind me and chuckled, “It’s rather hard to pull one over on me. I stood up and saw the spike had been cut clean thru, and my eyes trailed up to a axe, one made of bones, then farther up that axe I saw a skeletal hand and a tattered blue jacket. Finally, I saw the cracked open skull, with one orange eye and one blue eye. Aliza ran out from behind me and the creature pulled her behind him. He croaked out a warning as he took a step forward.

“Leave my daughter alone.” This thing, whatever it was, was Sans, I know it was, and Aliza, she was his daughter. I took a step back.

“I don’t want to fight, I didn’t hurt her at all.” I told him, he looked over at the marks from where I attacked the Froggit, and he snarled at me.

I lowered my tone again and looked at him, my eyes turning grey again, “Don’t try and fight me, Sans.” He took a swing of his axe and a spike shot up and blocked him. I sighed and pulled a cigarette and out and lit it, “I told you, don’t do it.” my eyes lit up grey, black, and white. Pain, hatred, and Insanity . “Too bad for you, I am a man of my word.”

#axetale #Aliza #endtale

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endtale--samuel-blog · 8 years ago

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EndTale--Pt: 5

So, three months passed after my little ‘incident’ in the street. My father had taken me to the nearby city to get a mental evaluation and such, and I got a shocking answer. Schizophrenia, I was diagnose with schizophrenia, along with other paranoia type mental illnesses. They gave me pills and drugs to help with it but....it didn’t help. It got worse, the voices spoke in hushed whispers and soon became loud, screeches. Ripping, and tearing away from my psyche like little rats, and everynight, she kept talking to me, that girl, that.....demon. Till one night, all the words, all the whispers, they got to me. I got up as the girls voice spoke to me about my father killing my mother, I began to walk closer to his room, knife in hand. I stood over him, when he woke. He over powered me easily and sent me, as I screamed ramblings and words that weren’t my own, to a mental asylum. Where I spent two years of my life. On my seventeenth birthday, after two years of drugs, two years of sitting in that damn white room.....I followed the voices....I made my escape to Mt.Ebott

#undertaleAu undertale au

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endtale--samuel-blog · 8 years ago

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EndTale:Pt: 3

My father had told me some bullshit story, something about a robbery gone wrong or something like that….Sad thing is, I bought it, but every night, a little voice kept telling me that it was fake, that he was lieing, but I ignored it, till I was 15. Five whole years after her death, I confronted my father, because the dreams and whispers were starting to mess with me, my school work, even my everyday life, it was beginning to be too much. When I asked him, he told me something that chilled me to my bones…Don’t go digging up the dead. I left the house and walked thru the city streets till the sun went down. When I finaly came out of my thoughts, I saw it was night. I cursed myself for forgetting the time and dashed down a alleyway to make up time, when I met a man in the alley. He sat on the ground and looked up to me with wrinkles and a weak smile. He brought a cup up to me and asked if I had any spare money, I dug thru my pockets and gave him a dollar I had shoved in my hoodies pocket. He smiled and told me I was kind, then offered me a story, I cut him off and began to turn away, explaining that I was out of time and needed to get home, when he said something that interested me. He told me, he knew Chara, the first child that Mt.Ebott had taken. I sat down, in the dirty alley, across from this man, and he began his story.

#undertale au

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endtale--samuel-blog · 8 years ago

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EndTale---Pt: 4

He was ninety years old, he watched this city build up from nothing, from when this was just a little town. He told me he was a neighbor of hers, Chara I mean. He told me she was always...strange, she never played with the other kids, she was not shunned....she was feared. Well, one day, he decided to go talk to her, against the protest of his friends, he talked to her. To him, she was nice and he couldn’t understand why no one liked her, well, a few months passed and those two became, and he used the word loosely, ‘friends’. One day, she invited him to her house and he came, only to find her family, mother, father and even her dog, bloody and dead on the floor. He was froze from the shock, when she came up behind him and stabbed him with that wicked smile plastered on her face. He began to take a blank expression and explained that that smile is burned into his mind, he explained she told him about a dream she had, about voices, many voices murmuring together in her mind, every night, calling her up to the mountain, up to Mt.Ebott. She told him that she couldn’t have her family worry, so she made it so they couldn’t worry anymore. She dropped the knife by him and left, that was the last time he saw her, till his teenage years. A commotion woke him from his nap in the afternoon, he went to the window of his little shack to see something.....unusual to say the least. A monster was carrying a body up into the village, it was carrying Chara. He watched as it stood there and took a barrage of attacks from the angry mob that surrounded it, and watched as it dropped Charas body and fell to his knees and fell apart on the winds. He told me that he had another story, but I stood up and walked off, my mind racing, Voices, in her head.....Calling her up there, to Ebott....I stood there, in the street and focused on that dark part of my mind and listend...I heard something, I focused harder...and I heard a voice right by my ear, so real, I felt the breath, five words made me spin around faster than a top. Come play with me, Sammy. I turned and looked down the dark street and froze as I watched as a dark figure walked out of the alley. It flashed me a horrible smile and took a step closer, I fell back and held my head, the voice piced up like they were trying to burst my ear drums, harder and harder they pounded my skull. Then, the voice spoke again, Poor Sammy, Scared and alone. The voice went silent, so did the ones in my skull, then, quietly the voice spoke, Too bad Daddy Killed Mommy! A face, a horrible, oozing face appeared in my mind and the voices began to laugh, all of them, laughing and I pulled at my hair, screaming for the voices to stop...then the darkness crept in and I blacked out.

#undertale au

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