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Cross noted that his charge had a particularly poor training session given how much improvement he had made over the few weeks. Training with Killer and Dust had helped hone the prince's skills with how to not get in the way of his two favoured guards while offering support if his Guardian was not present. Epic even was making improvements in his hand to hand combat skills.

However, after this final spar, the prince just remained laying on the ground. Every block had been stiff, and it was clear that there was something else on the other's mind. Cross patiently stared at his charge, waiting for the other to tell him what on his mind.

"Bruh, I don't think I can do this." Epic eventually said, eyes focusing on something far away.

"You won't be alone for the coronation Sire. I will always be with you" Cross replied, offering the prince his hand to stand.

"It's not that, bruh..." Epic gave his Guardian a weary smile. "I never thought I would be King this soon..."

The coronation came together so quickly and Epic was quickly feeling his age an inexperience will be a bigger hindrance to ascending. He had expected his father to rule for at least another decade or so, giving him the chance to slowly learn the ins and outs of the court. But life clearly had other plans.

Cross took a moment to think as he helped his charge up. The other was clearly worried, but the fact that there was an assassination of the prior king meant a power vacuum would bring this nation to ruin. There was no alternative... Epic was of age to ascend.

Cross knelt down, holding Epic's hand.

"My king, I will be with you for all of this. You do not need to face it alone." The Guardian reminded his charge. "As your Guardian, I promise only death will force me to leave your side."

Epic gave his Guardian a watery smile before bringing him in for a hug. The comfort of Cross' steady presence did wonders to ease the uncertainty of what lay ahead of them.

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"The idiots! All of them!" Was ground out as the royal advisor Gaster threw a potion bottle against the wall. A loud crash was accompanied by the crackles of unstable magic. The experiment was another failure. Although the young King will be incredibly impressionable and listen to his recommendations, that did not necessarily mean the rest of the court would follow.

This potion he was working on was designed to try to make others more agreeable, but the unstable nature of the concoction meant it would be easily detectable. He had clearly instructed the servants to obtain the purest form of the ingredients and they kept failing him. For now, he will continue to ensure his position in the Court but he did not doubt opposition will arise.

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"I heard they'll try again at the coronation."

"Really? Wouldn't that be rather bold of them?"

Gossip spread like wildfire amongst the Court. Quiet whispers of speculation of who could be interested in the former King's death and who may want the current King dead. Most of those gossiping often thought they were not overhead with their speculations.

"I've heard there have been even more attempts on the young King's life."

"Maybe it wasn't just the former King who was targeted?

As the favoured guards, Killer and Dust often tuned in to whatever gossip they could obtain. Speaking with those they knew to be loyal to the King, they relayed anything that could be relevant from the idle speculation.

"With how persistent, you'd think that they'd try again tonight."

"They probably will, it is the last meal before the coronation tomorrow."

Killer's eye sockets squinted as he looked at his partner. It was wild that some individuals felt comfortable enough discussing their new King's possible demise so blithely. However, the fact there may be a threat tonight meant the Guardian would need to be alerted. No words passed between the two guards, but Dust understood the message.

With a slight nod towards Killer, Dust's magic gathered around him before teleporting him away. A rare skill that the which slowly was improving with the assistance of Cross's insane training regiment. It left Killer alone, listening to the whispers of the court.

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Unfortunately for Alphys, being a maid often meant the members of the Court did not always watch what they said in front of her. Now she was in another uncomfortable situation. A visiting dignitary from one of the major houses in the court had passed a scroll to a human.

The scrolls seal was the seal of the former King. Epic's seal would be released to him upon his coronation so he would be able to give royal decrees. Whoever wrote the scroll needed to have been close to the prior King or one of his trusted advisors in order to have had access to that specific seal. But no new sealed scrolls had been released after the former king's death.

Alphys swallowed nervously, quickly finishing her cleaning and excusing herself. She needed to tell someone about the weird things she had just witnessed... But just who could she trust? The scroll could be a legitimate decree from the former king or it could be something fraudulent. If she went to the guards and the scroll was fake, then there would likely be retribution against her. However, if she failed to report this, it could be her head as punishment for allowing treason to occur.

She needed to find a way to speak with the Guardian again...

Killer belongs to RahafWabas Epic belongs to yugogeer012 Cross belongs to jakei95 Dust/Murder belongs to Ask-DustTale Alphys, Gaster belong to Toby Fox

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Haven't drawn anyone in forever it feels

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Apparently some sirens were depicted as part bird… though Epic looks like a harpy =w=

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I think I’m gonna keep practicing pixel art. It’s fun!

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Man, I'm so excited for another Xmas party au! Even some of the Retale cast managed to make it to the party~

Background and xpau belongs to @xpau-official

Retale sans, asriel & papyrus belong to me.

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Cross: So you're the one who prepares my sire's meals.. Blue: PAPYRUS MAKE SURE THIS GETS TO THE GUARDIAN! Papyrus: YES CAPTAIN Undyne: Are you doing okay Alphys? Alphys: N-no... I was the last monster to see the king alive... Killer: Hey, think Epic got sick of Crossy almost being glued to him and kicked him out? Dust: Maybe... But it sounded like Cross was going to interrogate the cooking staff right now. Epic: Bruh, how are you not sweating in all those layers?! Cross: This is barely a workout sire. Ready for round two? Epic: Probably not... No... Drabbles below ~ 1545 words

Horror nervously swallowed as he watched the guardian give him a final appraising look. Time slowed as he felt his anxiety crawling down his back as Cross seemed to stare into him. He did his best to answer everything the guardian had asked but the head injury meant he sometimes had problems finding the proper words to convey what he means without long pauses. However, it seemed that the smaller skeleton had made his decision.

"From this point on wards you will only report to me and you will personally cook all of my sire's meals until all the staff has been thoroughly investigated." Horror stared in shock. He had always been loyal to the crown, but he has never prepared a meal for any of the royal court members. Most of his job involved prep work for the other chefs. He knew he was competent when it came to simple, hardy meals that could fill the belly of a hungry soul, but the more extravagant meals he has seen being prepared for the royal advisor made his non-existent stomach twist at the mere idea of failing to recreate those dishes.

Cross handed Horror a list of meals he wanted Epic to eat that would help with his training. The large red eye skimmed the paper and Horror couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. They were all foods that he knew very well. The first meal requested was simple and nutrient dense stew with a hardy loaf of bread, something Horror was confident in making. His meal would certainly satisfy the new King’s hunger if this is what he wanted to eat.

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Blue had finished compiling a list of all the guards who would have been near the King's chambers when Alphys had started to scream. The list also contained information regarding who would have typically been in the kitchen preparing the former King's tea and treats for that day. He still wanted to go over a few lists of other servants that could have had access to the King's food and room during the time, but knew that Cross would need the names of who he had sooner rather than later. Calling Papyrus into the room, he quickly handed the scroll to the other.

"PAPYRUS MAKE SURE THIS GETS TO THE GUARDIAN!"

"YES CAPTAIN"

Papyrus saluted his captain before hurrying out of the room to complete his task. Blue watched Papyrus leave, shaking his head to clear his mind before turning his attention back to the scrolls on his desk. There were still so many names and schedules to go through and it was important that it all be completed as soon as possible. At least he could be certain that the information he had already compiled will soon reach the guardian.

Blue could have given this errand to another, but given the hushed confirmation from Cross that he was suspicious of the King's death meant Blue couldn't be too sure who to trust right now. However, he knew he could trust Papyrus. Papyrus had been working with him and the Royal family for years and showed nothing but adoration towards the former King. He almost had gotten into trouble for trying to confront a less than polite noble who mocked the King during a private meeting that the noble had requested.

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Alphys shifted nervously, picking at the tips of her claws and her eyes shifted back and forth as she spoke with Undyne. She knew that the guardian was not happy with her response about not knowing who had cleaned up the spilled tea and food of the former King, but there was only so much she could do now.

"Hey, anyone in that scenario could have missed who came to clean everything up." Undyne said trying to sooth her girlfriend. "Look, I doubt the guardian is going to blame you for that, and anyone who knows you would be able to confirm you did not kill the king."

Alphys gulped, but nodded. Unfortunately there was not much for her to do but wait until the Guardian and the young King reached their conclusion regarding her participation in the murder. For now, she was free and was expected to return to work like normal.

"Y-you're r-right... I... I k-know I d-didn't kill t-the King! H-hopefully, they'll r-realize that too." Alphys declared, trying to copy the confidence her girlfriend had.

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It was one of the rare instances where Cross had actually left Epic "alone". Usually he would only leave, with his tail metaphorically tucked between his legs, after Epic very vocally insisted that his guardian did not need to hover around him as he did paper work. In this case, Cross was determined to speak with the cooking staff as soon as possible to ensure that his charge's food would not pass through multiple hands. It meant Killer and Dust would be guarding the king for the time being.

Dust and Killer were the first two guards that Cross had come to trust after he was assigned to Epic. They worked seamlessly with him and were more than competent enough to take care of any potential threats while the Guardian performed other duties relating to his role. Dust's keen eye for detail and uncanny ability to detect other's intention paired with Killer's ferocious attacks and stamina were close to matching Cross's own skill as a guardian. Although, Cross could do without the stress the duo occasionally inflicted when they encouraged his charge to get into shenanigans when the trio thought they could get away with it.

Killer turned to Dust, a cheeky smirk plastered onto his face. "Hey, think Epic got sick of Crossy almost being glued to him and kicked him out?"

"Maybe..." Dust snorted, as he thought about all the times in less dire situations where Epic seemed to try and hide a blush as Cross had crowded into his personal space. If anyone were to ask him, he'd say that Epic probably enjoyed Cross invading his space more than he'd want to admit. "But it sounded like Cross was going to interrogate the cooking staff right now."

"Stars, hate to be in their shoes right now." Killer muttered, casually throwing a knife at his companion.

"Doubt he'll be gone for long." Dust huffed, a lazy but knowing grin graced his face as he caught the blade.

"True, Crossy always hates being away from his charge for too long. He's such a good doggy." Killer snickered.

The duo gossiped as they waited for the guardian's return, knowing it was unlikely the King would be making an appearance until the paper work was finished or Cross retrieved him. It definitely was not couth to be speculating on the exact nature of the King and his Guardian's relationship, but both individuals knew manners were not either of their strong points. After all, they were only paid to kick ass and stand around menacingly.

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When Epic finally managed to get a break from reviewing documents and planning his coronation, he dragged Cross out for another sparring session. Cross huffed as his charge grabbed his hand and pulled him around the castle. The other was determined to continue to practice since he was so close to landing a hit on his Guardian! Besides, after everything that had happened, Epic needed to do something physical to get a grip on all this restless energy that buzzed in his bones.

When they reached the training ground, Epic realized he had the guardian's hand in his for the entire trip. The young King tried to hid his flustered reaction to the realization by throwing off his outer layers. Cross, a bit oblivious to the cause of Epic's reaction, shrugged and went to get the practice swords.

An hour and a half of constantly getting his form corrected and ass beaten left Epic a sweating and bruised mess. His skull and bones were flushed light purple with exertion and he stared disbelievingly at Cross. It was early evening in the middle of the summer and the guardian did not look like he even broke out into a sweat even with his heavy uniform.

"Bruh, how are you not sweating in all those layers?!" Epic exclaimed, trying to figure out how Cross seemed to remain cool since he still had yet to see the other strip off his bulky coat during any of their training sessions.

"This is barely a workout sire." Cross chuckled, as he looked over at his overheating charge. "Ready for round two?"

"Probably not... No." Epic replied as he pulled himself together for another round.

At least by the end of the training session, Epic finally felt tired. He was laying half on the bed, as Cross guarded the door when there was a knock. The guardian checked the door, and let the other in when he saw who it was.

Horror had brought the requested stew directly from the kitchen to the King. He raised a brow when he saw the King laying in bed, slightly purple from exertion and quickly glanced at Cross, not sure what to make of the situation. Being friends with Dust and Killer meant he was often dragged into their speculations regarding the pair. Up until this point, Horror had never interacted with either, but he can certainly say he did not expect to see the young, and apparently flushed, King on his bed while the Guardian had a slightly smug aura to him. His thoughts were cut short as the smell of the hearty meal roused Epic to sit up. The other looked absolutely ravenous as he stared at the food.

"Stars! That smells amazing! Thank you!" Epic grinned, as Horror placed the food near him.

"Yer welcome... My lord." The large skeleton said, smiling in approval as the King moaned appreciatively as he shoved a large spoonful of stew into his mouth.

Just as Horror was leaving he caught Epic half jokingly attempting to feed Cross a large spoonful of the stew. Red eye light observed the pair's easy and playful interactions when they thought no one was watching. Horror thought that maybe Killer and Dust's gossip had more merit than he had previously considered as he fully closed the door to the King's room.

Killer belongs to RahafWabas Epic belongs to yugogeer012 Cross belongs to jakei95 Blue belongs to AU community Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Papyrus, Undyne and Alphys belong to Toby Fox

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Quickly banged out a Halloween icon for my discord pfp

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I really just want to see cross reacting to epic's relationship with Reaper. It'd be funny. Plus I realized, epic canonically dies... and to my understanding once reaper gets the soul to its afterlife he can't interact with it further... meaning angst potential!

Epic at first wanted to die, he wanted respite but his misadventures of constantly dying and seeing reaper meant he had gotten to know the god of death. And eventually, they fell in love but reaper is reserved, at first. He's tentative about these feelings after such bad heartbreaks. But Epic easily dismantled those walls around his icy soul, and being in love is like taking a breath of fresh air.

When Epic does finally die, Reaper is numb. He of all people should have known better. Everything comes to an end, the good and the bad, but he let himself get caught up in the comfort and warmth of being in love. In the moment he makes a rash decision. Reaper hesitated to dismiss the other's soul immediately to the after life. This was his chance to keep his lover with him. Protected from the multiverse. Epic would always be with him, nestled close to his own soul. It won't be another Geno situation where he had nothing left of the other. Nor would it be the constant tumultuous madness that ended up being his relationship with Error.

No, Epic wouldn't mind that he never got his afterlife. After all, Epic had always stated he wanted to stay with him. This is just him fulfilling that wish. That's it, it wasn't selfish if that's what Epic had wanted...

And then he swallowed epics soul

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I love robert he's so silly. Also had a character idea for a story and just seeing what I want it to look like. Is it body horror if the mouth can be pulled off and there is a face within it that can be somewhat seen through the mouth?

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I could make Fresh's parasite forms have headcrabs/facehugger vibe or maybe Starro? Or I go cute but he was an eldritch parasite before ending up in reaper's role so I feel like I should keep some kind of horror feel.

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So just more doodles of this remixed au.

Reaper and Fresh switch.. partially because old god forced to become an eldritch parasite like being. And the current god of death was an eldritch horror in 80s styled gear clothes that mass harvests souls for "food"

Dust and Swap switch. Not sure what to do with swaps look just yet, but he gladly killed his underground as a mercy. Dust on the other hand learned just brute strength isn't always enough and he's seeking formal training in the royal guard. They probably won't accept him into their ranks due to instability though.

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