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Mystic Messenger Fanfiction | SevenxMC Good Ending Continued | Ch. 12 Surprise Hack

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I rubbed at my eyes, stepping out of our bedroom and looking around. Where was my husband? The RFA party was nearly upon us, and we were currently on crunch-time to finalize the guest list. He'd been a little on edge as soon as I'd mentioned that I would be inviting those hackers again, the ones who were looking for Grandma Choi - their nemesis. I had thought he would find it funny, maybe I was wrong.

Saeyoung hadn't hacked in a very long time, so maybe it was something about not wanting to be reminded of his sordid past. My heart sank at the thought that I might have hurt my husband. He certainly wouldn't have told me if I had. Lately, he spent all of his time making toys and gadgets - things that our daughters could play with as well as more of those cat robots. Jumin had taken an interest to them for a business plan. It was almost to the point where I was going to suggest he open a toy-shop and sell his little creations that way. Maybe I was crazy, but I seemed to remember him mentioning a dream he'd had like that in the past.

My eyes landed on the door to his computer room - the door slightly cracked and light spilling out of it into our darkened living room. Now I was even more confused. What would he be doing in his computer room when he was supposed to be asleep in bed next to me? I pushed the door open slowly - my eyes widening as I saw him clicking away at the computer. Not that I didn't normally see him on the computer, but there were walls of coded text all over the monitors.

It was almost too much for my bleary eyes to take. Blinking hard, I had to rub at them once more just to refocus. When I did, my husband was wincing as he rubbed at his arm - over the injury he'd sustained during the Mint Eye debacle. "What are you doing?" Back then, Vanderwood had said he might never hack again if he didn't get treated quickly. It was quite obvious that the activity was causing pain.

He had his headphones on - probably listening to something louder than he should be, so he hadn't even heard me. With a grumble, I approached - pulling the offending item off his ears and repeating my question as my husband turned his head to look at me in shock. "Um...Nothing!" He hastily shut down all of the monitors with a key command - turning in his swivel chair to smile nervously at me. His eyes flicked to the monitors and back to me several times.

This was even more suspicious than it had been in the first place now. Saeyoung was officially in big trouble. I just didn't know for what yet. My hands ended up on my hips as I leaned forward - a dark glare in my eyes as I mumbled. "Oh yeah? Then why aren't you in bed?" He was chewing on his cheek - a dark blush rising. "Uh...You know...I just got really excited about something - Wait!"

Suddenly, he jumped up, making my heart nearly escape up into my throat in surprise before I just got even crankier. "What are you doing out of bed, young missy? Off you go! I do declare!" His hands pushed at my shoulders - making me turn around before he put his hands on my back and started to march me out the door. At this point, I was just going to let him. At least then I could trap him with me in the bedroom and make him reveal his secret.

Then, his monitors started to go crazy. There was a high-pitched whirring sound, and as I turned my head slightly I could see a red and glitching skull across them. "What in the-" Saeyoung was done pushing at me now - turning swiftly around and trying to close the computer room door on me before I slunk my way in. My glare was even more intense than it had been previously. All I got was an apologetic and nervous expression before the whirring got louder. "Well, fix it! Preferably before it wakes our girls."

Now he was moving again - slamming into his computer chair so quickly that it took him around once before he stopped himself and got to typing. Once again, the monitors were filled with code. None of it made any sense to me. Why was Saeyoung hacking again? Was he bored? Had something happened? Could someone be after us? "Sae-" I frowned, pausing my question as something on the screen actually became legible. There were some notes up at the top. "Oh, Grandma Choi - I thought you'd died of a heart attack." A little further down it said, "Let the battle continue!"

"You're battling the hacker group that's been trying to find you?" My tone was completely incredulous, but Saeyoung just grunted a soft affirmation - his focus clearly elsewhere. What on Earth was he thinking? I had half a mind to pull on the back of his chair and just yank him right out of the room. On the other hand, it was intoxicating to watch him working. I'd seen it before at my apartment, but the way he got absorbed into the codes that made no sense to me was amazing.

That didn't mean he wasn't still in trouble. When this was over, I was going to give him a piece of my mind. Saeyoung made another grunt - going to press his hand over that wound again. The computer brought up a skull on one of the other monitors, and I pushed his hand aside to replace it with mine. "MC, what are you-?" I just shook my head, indicating the monitors with my chin. "Hack." My husband's face turned from confusion to a smirk - lifting his other hand to give a quick salute. "As my lady commands."

If someone asked me how long we were there working on this, I couldn't possibly answer. It seemed to be over so quickly, yet my hand was tired from the constant massaging over my husband's injury. The screens were declaring, "Victory" in bright green letters when Saeyoung pulled his hands away - letting out a satisfied sigh before punching his fist in the air. "Defender of Justice strikes again!" With a shake of my head, I pulled my hand away. "So, that's what nothing is, is it?"

His hand went to the back of his head as he chewed on his cheek - trying to come up with some sort of answer for me. "Yeah..." With a shake of my head and a roll of my eyes, I reached for his hand - pulling him from his chair and towards the bedroom. "What was that even about?" Saeyoung seemed a little taken aback that I was so calm - stuttering out an answer. "I uh...it was a thing that we did last time when you first invited them. They tried to hack me again as part of deciding whether they needed to come or not. Just to make sure they actually needed whatever information they might get at the party."

That actually made a good deal of sense. Why come after all if you had managed to hack the information you needed at the last minute? I could understand that, though I was none too pleased with some other aspects of this. "You shouldn't have just done that...Your injury was hurting you. Why didn't you ask for my help or let me know?" Saeyoung squeezed my hand - looking away from me just as we entered our bedroom. "I kind of wanted to see if I could still do it, and I thought you'd be angry."

He turned to look at me again, a broad smile on his face as he chuckled at himself. "I guess you kinda were angry, huh?" That earned him another eye roll, though I had a smile on my face. "I wonder why." Saeyoung leaned in to press a quick kiss to my forehead. "Yeah, me too? How weird! I never do anything wrong. My wife adores me." My husband now let go of my hand and flopped into the bed. "That's why she'll except my apology and come give me some cuddles!...You will, right?"

His tone seemed to mix between serious and joking. Sometimes it really hurt to know that he was always worried I was just going to walk away from him or hurt him. "Very right." As I snuggled into him, I felt that now familiar warmth in my heart like only he could grant me. It was good to be loved - to love him. "Just no more surprise hacking." This was mumbled into his shoulder as I nuzzled in, soon getting a peck to the top of my head that made me hide my face even more against him. "Yes ma'am!"

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Red Velvet Reel 4.5: A Crabapple A Day

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Pairing: [Married] Spicyhoney (Underfell Papyrus x Underswap Papyrus)

Summary: Edge is incredibly unhappy, Undyne is incredibly nervous, and Stretch tries to keep them both from self/outwardly imploding.

Characters: Edge (Underfell Papyrus) & Stretch (Underswap Papyrus) & Red (Underfell Sans) & Blue (Underswap Sans) & Undyne (Underswap Undyne)

Contains: Mpreg/Skelepreg! Iatrophobia (fear of doctors)! Anxiety manifesting as aggression! Awkward & Anxious Swapdyne! Stretch & Undyne being buddies!

Rating: Teen and up! (I guess?)

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“UGH.” Edge looked disgusted. “Terrible. Absolutely horrendous.”

Undyne cleared her throat, clicking her pen and holding her clipboard professionally. “Why don’t we get started. I’m Dr. Undyne, and-“ she stopped suddenly, earfins drooping as she seemed to collapse on herself. “I... I already introduced... myself...”

She stood up abruptly, heading towards the door, “That was really stupid... I’m, uh- I should maybe-“

“Undyne!” Stretch pulled her into a big hug that had her squeak in surprise, lifting her clear off the floor. He nuzzled the back of her head like she was a toy, and she clung to his arms as if afraid of falling. Undyne looked suddenly much more relaxed, for whatever reason.

“It’s going tibia ok! Edge won’t bite you or anything! He’s a lot more nervous about this than you are!”

Edge narrowed his eyes, stung by that inadvertent betrayal. “Doubtful,” he sneered, “You reek of fear.”

“Edge,” Stretch’s voice took on that rare warning tone, giving him that vaguely disappointed quasi-judgemental look that never failed to make Edge actually feel (a little) bad, “Play nice.“

Undyne leaned toward her armpit discreetly, sniffing the fabric a little too loudly to go unnoticed. “I knew I should have taken that extra shower...” she mumbled to herself, cheeks flushed in mortification.

Stretch squeezed her to get her attention, continuing with an obvious undertone of pride, “My Dyne-amo’s a great friend, and an even better doctor! She’s hardworking and honest, and has a great bedside manner! She owns up to her mistakes and works hard to fix them, so you couldn’t be in more capable hands!”

Edge held his tongue, watching actual sparkles manifest by his husband’s head with a carefully neutral expression. That was hardly reassuring, but Blue was right- isolating her would do him no favors. He would just bide his time until he could find a more suitable physician, if necessary. He gripped the plastic on either side of him tightly.

“Oh, well...” Undyne started playing with a loose lock of hair almost bashfully, before she grinned, “You’re such a huge dork!”

She turned around and started mercilessly noogieing Stretch’s head, laughing boisterously as he sank to his knees in pain, “OW OW! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO THIS?!”

“BECAUSE I GET OVERWHELMED AND I DON’T KNOW HOW ELSE TO EXPRESS MY SINCERE APPRECIATION OF YOUR SUPPORT!

Edge felt something stir deep in his soul, a strange feeling that made looking at them suddenly unbearable. Was it jealousy? Stretch gave hugs to everyone, and Undyne didn’t seem like much of a threat... What was it, then?! As much as he tried to ignore it, he couldn’t make himself relax.

“Do you know m00nsh1ne?!”

Edge looked back, watching Stretch massage his neck and shoulders for a moment, before turning his attention back to Undyne. She sat on her little stool, clipboard held against her face and looking incredibly excited.

“...Homemade distilled liquor?” Edge asked, unsure of what to make of her odd question. He was fairly certain that wasn’t what she was asking, but he had no idea what else it could be.

“If that’s a roundabout way of asking if I drink, then I haven’t since I found out I’m pregnant.” Edge wasn’t sure why she deflated, turning to look at Stretch in obvious confusion.

“A-pop- Aerok* Pop Music.” Stretch pointed at the poster on the wall. “They’re an A-pop band called m00nsh1ne, and Undyne’s their biggest fan. You were looking at the poster so...”

Oh. The poster featured a group of pretty girls in identical, impractical dresses, posed with something written in the middle in a foreign language. Maybe not, he squinted, maybe it was just very stylized.

“Hm.” Edge felt her eyes on him, even as she started fiddling with a complicated-looking machine. “No-“ He could see Stretch behind her miming a conversation with his hands, followed by a pleading expression. “You may tell me about them some other time.”

That wasn’t the best answer, but Undyne lit up like a Gyftmas Tree and Stretch made him a little heart with his hands. Edge sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Excellent!” Undyne picked up a portable screen and held it up, “I’ve read through your medical file, and you don’t seem to have any underlying conditions, but if there’s anything I should be aware of-“

Edge instinctively scrambled away as she came closer with the machine, only stopping when Stretch physically sat on the end of the examination table. He dug his claws into his husband’s femur as though grounding himself, keeping one arm raised defensively at chest level.

“Why...” He forced himself to take a deep breath, straightening his spine and asking with more aggression than he intended, “What’s that for?”

Undyne flinched as if he struck her, leaning back against her chair and pulling the screen up to her chest. She actually seemed to be trying to hide behind it, looking down as though afraid to make eye contact.

“Uhhh...” she started, worrying at her lips nervously, “Medicinal- um, magic- magicianal-“

“Ok, let’s all calm down,” Stretch was as soothing as possible, draping an arm on Edge’s shoulder and reaching out to lay a gentle hand on Undyne’s lap. It was more suffocating than comforting, so Edge quickly shrugged it off, putting his back against the wall instead.

“Did I say or do something bad?” Undyne asked timidly, ear fins drooping in obvious consternation.

Stretch looked in his direction, but Edge pointedly looked at the machine instead, bringing his foot onto the examination table.

“We’ve had very bad experiences with doctors before-“ Stretch sighed, but kept his voice calming and even, “So we’re very wary and very uncomfortable being here, right?”

Edge gave a curt nod, not trusting his voice when every instinct screamed at him get out of this room. He tapped his fingers on the plastic cushion restlessly, reminding himself over and over that neither monster was an enemy or a threat. They were allies. Allies. Allies. Allies-

“What?!” Undyne got up immediately, eyes dilating and gills flaring in obvious anger, “Doctor’s take a solemn oath to follow a strict ethical code tohelp their patients! That anyone would dare violate this is INEXCUSABLE!“

The aggression put Edge back on high alert, crossing the room with his handle on the doorknob in an instant- but it was familiar. Justice-fueled and aimed outward at no particular target. Just outrage at things outside of her ability to throttle into submission. Comforting. He felt something almost forgotten stir deep in his soul, and he almost smiled as Undyne let out a guttural scream of rage. Edge forced his fingers to uncurl around the handle, making a tight fist at his side as he watched her every move.

“THAT QUACK-! MALPRACTICE SHOULD BE PUNISHED BY EXECUTION!” She snapped her clipboard in half. Stretch looked completely unfazed as he ducked his head to the side, avoiding the largest piece of shrapnel as he kept an eye on both monsters.

“Ah!” Undyne looked down at her clipboard with furrowed brows, “That’s the fifth one this month!”

Stretch patted her back, taking the remains from her hands and tossing it in the trash with practiced ease. “At least it wasn’t the machine. You almost caused a fire last time.”

“Sorry!” Undyne was incredibly apologetic, ducking her head repeatedly in a series of quick bows as she swiveled towards the door, “I didn’t mean to startle you! I just can’t stand bad doctors! I can only imagine what that- that- UGH did if they could make someone as cool and as tough as you are that uncomfortable!”

She shuddered meaningfully. That, more than her praise and passionate outburst, did more to settle his insecurity and anxiety into something more manageable. Edge had to remain stable and in control for the sake of all the monsters looking up to him. For the monsters depending on him.

“Since your previous physicians- if you can even call them that- failed you, it’s my duty to make up for their shortcomings!” Undyne continued earnestly, procuring a new clipboard from a drawer filled with them. “Rest assured, you’ll have the best care here! And I’ll make sure little Pancake never has to suffer the same way!”

Edge nodded, still a little terse, “Very well, Doctor.”

Undyne sat back down, beaming, “What can I do to make you feel more at ease? This is your appointment, after all- you’re in charge!”

He was?! Edge felt something in him unclench, and while not at all comfortable, it was... better.  He went back to his spot on the examination table next to Stretch, discreetly laying his hand next to his husband’s fingers. He felt Stretch shift, squeezing his hand gently. Feeling a little more like he was in control, Edge looked at the machine she was holding, forcing down his trepidation.

“Explain what you will be using, where and how, and for what purpose before you do anything,” he instructed, sounding more confident than he felt. Undyne flinched at his commanding tone, but nodded nonetheless.

“...I can’t run the same risks as if it were just me, you understand,” he added softly as an afterthought, watching her every movement carefully. Her face softened as though she understood (how could she?), but if it was for Pancake’s sake, he could do it. He would do it. He would do anything.

“Of course.” Undyne pushed her hair out of her eyes to little effect, “Well, then let me explain what this thing is first, then.”  

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