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The King and his Aid

Chapter 11: My happy end

This is, according to Ao3, the longest series I’ve written so far, coming at roughly 45K. I’m actually extremely happy with this end. Most of the time I’m mad because I’m unsure of how to end it, but while finishing up on the fanfic “Let’s talk” a oneshot I’ll be posting next week, it hit me and it was perfect.

This ending is a near complete closure, and actually loops back to the very first chapter if you want to read it again. I honestly wanted to cry rereading the last bit of it. Hope you enjoy! Also, tell me how you liked the series, I’d love some asks :)

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While it may sound weird, almost getting caught for being gay was probably one of the best days in his life. Setting in motion so many things that made his life amazing. While they did have to travel and move ridiculously far from where they first arrived in america-classic definitely not happy with being stuck in a small kennel for some of the train rides. Hopping on and off of them to get across the country, but eventually, they did settle down again.

After months, they did find a small town that spread for miles of farmland, and with their leftover money, they bought several large acres of land in the backroads, hidden away by a long trek of trees with plenty of lands for them to start anew. On top of that, this time they didn’t need to worry about a house, a large farmhouse with an even bigger barn nearby. Plenty of rooms for them all, Gary and Roger following with them across the country, not wanting to lose either of them.

Years passed as they built up their farm, and one day, a runaway came, asking for help. Only wishing for shelter that night and nothing more, with some talking, the child ending up staying with them for much, much longer.

Tomas became their child, also unsure of their gay relationship at first, but quickly warming up to them and soon calling them his parents. More years passed, and his brother visited. The cousins finally met, and thankfully, Tomas and Martin got along wonderfully, despite some age difference.

There was good news that his brother and in-law brought with them however, Dean had stepped down, and in his place Martin was coronated and quickly changed all the absurd laws they had. Why did they even have a law about not being able to fish on the back of an animal? Nothing Martin could find gave any reason to have it!

Mainly, Martin changed all the laws on what he had found was called the LGBT+ community. It was nice to be able to call it something. To say they were apart of LGBT+, to know they weren’t the only ones out there that had to hide their lives away. Even better, Cecil was able to officially come out to the kingdom, and much like Edwin did when Neil was sick, basically give a giant middle finger to the court.

While Cecil was unable to show his true gender outside the kingdom, within the kingdom he was greatly accepted. A lot of the elders not understanding, but due to Martin pulling strings since he was young and able to understand the subject, near every adult and every child accepted him. With Ian as head, changing all the laws and putting new ones in place to protect LGBT+ was the easiest thing in the world!

Despite Dean’s pestering, and the new law that Martin helped to make, he stayed at the farmhouse. Whether he could legally be with Edwin or not in his home kingdom, this is where he belonged. It wasn’t too long after, that, with more than likely Dean and Cecil’s help by looking at the ring, Edwin proposed to him. They may never be able to get married, but being able to simple think that Edwin is his fiance was more than enough.

Then, something amazing happened. Across the world, laws started changing, although Martin was quick to correct him that they had been changing for ages some years, using evidence of prospering cities states and countries elsewhere with open LGBT+ communities to the court a big factor in allowing him to change the law in the first place.

Even better: The area Neil and Edwin lived in became an open community, and they began to plan their wedding near immediately.

“Do I look okay?” His brother laughed.

“Neil, never change.” Dean continued to chuckle, Cecil joining in, “You look perfect.” The former King continued as Cecil walked up, fixing his suit and making sure it was straight.

“Ce, I know you’re trying, but, I don’t think no matter how you try. It’s not gonna be straight.” Cecil gave Neil a knowing look, accompanied by a few more chuckles, “That suit treating you well?”

“It may not be my own wedding, but it’s wonderful to wear, for once, I fell so comfortable.” Cecil smiled, doing a quick spin in the light lilac suit, “Although I think if it’s too nice, Dean may get a little jealous.”

“That sounds about right.” His mother laughed as Dean pouted. The green silhouette of his brother’s and his balanced magic floating over to him. Circling him once more to make sure everything was in place.

Ian poked his head in, and closed the door behind him.

“Just a few more moments, then you will walk down the aisle together,” Ian tried to gave a genuine smile, but his fake emotions failing him.

“Thanks, Ian,” Neil spoke, giving the court head a strong hug before letting him go.

The ceremony was beautiful, and just like his dream those years back, he got to see all his friends again. Keith and Douglass hadn’t changed at all, but, a few others did, in a good way.

While Cross never really did makeup with his family, he did become closer with friends, and with the help of Keith and Dean became the new general, Keith retiring but visiting the castle often. Bernard was still Dean’s personal guard, but mainly for when he leaves the castle or big events happen, allowing him to spend time with his wife and child and give them an amazing life with the high pay.

Howard also retired, but he did so early, leaving so he could work more on the farm with his family and bakery, now making more profits there than as the head chef, they even got to see his family. The kids that were so young last time grown up, brother and wife with him as well.

Ian didn’t have much happen but works day in and day out with Martin, researching and helping out everywhere, but taking time off when Martin tells him to and adding gorgeous paintings and murals across the castle. Apparently, thanks to Ian, a symbolic mural of their story was painted across one of the castle walls, an extra path added and some landscaping done to make it an area reserved for the royal family to relax and remember.

Then, to their surprise, Ian’s wedding gift of plane tickets back to their kingdom. Tomas joining them, going to be staying with Dean, Cecil, and Martin while Neil and Edwin went to the beach house for their own honeymoon.

Together, they laid comfortably in the master suite, giggling together like children in an embrace. Happily, openly calling each other husband. Saying sweet nothings.

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Sunlight poured into the open room, breezes of early morning summer air going through. His eyes slowly opened, Edwin holding him close, and just staring at him with a kind loving smile.

“No duties?” Neil whispered with a groggy and sleepy voice.

“No list,” Edwin replied in kind.

“No meetings?”

“Just us, moon.” Edwin smiled, Neil leaning up for a slow kiss. Breaking away, Ed spoke, “Good morning, love of my life.”

“Good morning, Husband.” Neil smiled, feeling fully rested and relaxed for the first time in his life.

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The King and his Aid; Trials

Chapter 1, part 2: King to be, bride to find, heir to come

NOTES PLEASE READ: Yes, If you’ve looked at the tags Ccino is in here and he is a girl-but BEFORE you get angry, unfollow, complain, etc. please read it. There are many hints dropped that Cora isn’t exactly a girl. I’ll be making amends for it by the end of Trials, I promise you. Just, stay tunned, and wait until Part 6: Royal relations. Thank you.

Also, I’m aware Ccino may be a bit OOC, but there isn’t much information on him and I’m doing my best to follow how his character is like with the little I have to work with. Some details I’ve put in will be explained later in the series, I promise.

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Their pinkies parted their temporary connection as the frame of doors passed over them, no longer alone outside where feelings and talk are free. Here every word the Prince spoke was hung onto to by maids and guards that roamed and stationed the halls. It didn’t help many were envious of Edwin, constantly at the King to be’s side and helping when needed. Many women and men would kill to be his aid, either to be by his side nearly all day or for the payment of the job.

At the least, Edwin wasn’t in for either, he was there to be there for his Best friend; so they could stay close and not be pushed apart by their places in the hierarchy. He did get money from it, yes, but he refused anything more than a third the actual pay-not wanting to take so much from Neil when he was already given a luxury room and taken care of well.

The small portion he did take was often used to buy gifts for Neil or buy supplies for his hobbies. It was a good thing that shop owners didn’t care for who he was or what he did, they just enjoyed him as a customer because of how often he bought supplies and the good tips he gave for their service.

Walking down to the meeting room, people stared. Of course, they hadn’t seen their hands touching, but they-like everyday-see the elder Prince and his Aid walk side by side, treated as if an equals. Many have objected or tried to, but in any case, they were cast aside and unbeknownst to them-put on a long growing list of people not to listen to. Kept up to date by Neil himself.

Some would dare try again, dare to tell him it was wrong, dare to say that his best friend shouldn’t be by his side, but they would just be passed, ignored as if they didn’t exist. Not many were able to tell the King to be what to do and have him follow it-and the little that could were sincerely close to and trusted by him. One of those few was Edwin. Truth be told, Neil would trust his life with the lowly aid.

A pair of doors opened before them again, their eyes were greeted by a royally large room with a large ovular table, many chairs linning it but not many sitting in them currently. Very few of the high court are needed for such a trivial matter as a brief summary and schedule for the ball, really, any member of the court could do it, it was simply a matter of who was willing to.

“My Lord,” An unimportant court member welcomed, a small bow before standing straight and tall once more, “We will be starting the summary shortly, with your arrival, we are just waiting for Prince Dean to show.” The court member clasped their hands together, seemingly proud, a mystery to why until Edwin pointed out in a whisper that they were some time ahead of schedule.

“Good morning, Sir,” Neil greeted with a smile, bowing as well. No matter how many times he was told how to treat his Kingdom, he would never treat them as if they were scum, he’d rather be side by side and trusted during his rein than feared and likely dethroned. “Thank you for doing this, I’m sure they were many other more important things that needed your attention.”

“Thank you for being here, your highness.” They smiled, the prince always did treat everyone better than he should have.

“Please,” The King to be replied, waving a hand in a “no” gesture, “Prince is more than enough.” The court member stuttered out sorries and thank yous.

Neil walked over to his seat at the head of the table, his aid following silently and patiently like at breakfast. He wasn’t allowed to ask for a seat, he had to be offered it.

“Do you wish a seat, Edwin?” The Prince politely asked, showing a hand to the chair next to him on his right. Like a record on repeat, the aid took his seat quietly, just another day of life as a servant.

The few court people sitting all rolled their eyes exchanging looks of disgust, Neil murdered them with his eyes, they promptly froze in their seats and sat still like they were wooden puppets. While the Prince did his best to be trusting and friendly, very few court members wished to deal with him and his equality ways.

The thundering noise of doors opening behind them stole the elder Prince’s attention, and they all turned to see who it was.

Dean walked in with an emotionless expression, a pair of guard’s several paces behind him.

“My Prince,” The leading court member bowed once more, getting barely a nod from the younger prince. The king to be frowned, at least he was first in line, Dean wouldn’t last long without him to defuse any and all situations. The leading member followed in his frowning, the court was only a level below the royals when it came to hierarchy, it wouldn’t kill to say hello back. “Well then, since all are present, we should get started.”

The torturously long presentation started, Neil looking around as the presenter did his speech and spiel. Ever so slowly his eyes drifted from the presenter, then the room to the chair on his left.

Dean wore the usual formal clothing they were presented with, a suit and tie with their crown the younger prince having his sun embroidered on the chest pocket while he had the moon, his brother having a yellow sun upon the center swirls of his crown while he owned a white moon engraved into the plate of his. His eyes gazed over to his best friend.

Edwin’s glitching as always wasn’t calm and bounced around his body, the ever apparent Error signs across his body flashing at random intervals. His vest baggy over his suit and bow, a silver pocket watch with the chain poking out of his chest pocket, a large crescent with a sun cradled in its center on the pocket-the symbol of their kingdom. His eyes eventually made their way up, just staring at his aid.

The way his pupils were mismatched, the permanent tear tracks under his eyes that could never be wiped or scrubbed away, the small but boldly circular glasses that sat so snuggly on his nasal bridge. Neil couldn’t describe what he felt when he saw Edwin, but he did know one thing.

The prince had to tear his eyes away from his aid to concentrate on the meeting once more, at the least, it was almost over.

“Then we all gather in the great hall for dinner-”

“Did you remember a seat for Edwin?” The King to be pressed, interrupting the council member, who sighed, saying they did as he requested. “An actual chair? Not a stool like what you tried to pull last time?” Neil questioned further, his tone calm but his glare throwing knives.

Another reason why most refused to deal with the King to be was his attitude when it came to Edwin, a slave and servant to him, one he refused to address as such and instead acted protective over. However, no one blamed him, with their past accompanied by how they met-anyone would be protective over him. Although, the servant was just protective of the Prince as he was over him, having gone through vigorous physical and mental training to stay by Neil’s side.

He was tense, when it came to Edwin, he just couldn’t hold his anger. His best friend grabbed his hand under the table and he relaxed, he didn’t dare to look over to his aid, that would just give it away. The air turned warm again, he hadn’t even realized it had become cold until after he started to calm down.

“We will arrange something for your-” Neil shot another glare, barely lowering his head to amplify the effect of disappointment and anger. “F-for Edwin.” They finished, stuttering at the disappointed expression, the meeting continued on.

Slowly the King caught on to what he missed, Edwin tracing the words in his palm, knowing that Neil likely had drifted his attention elsewhere.

First was greeting each princess, the ten or so that did respond to the invite, after that it was a period of intermission, talking to each other and filling in time before they were to dine in the great hall, then after that, they were all to dance. Constantly trading off, both he and Dean were to dance with the Princess’ and whoever they weren’t partnered with would be with a guard until they switched. Then after goodbyes, the ball would be formally concluded.

Both Princes were to be on best behavior and keep an eye out for any Princess they like, as well as be respectful hosts. Soon the meeting parted, Dean was first to leave, his guards followed soon after, and then the court members.

Neil exhaled a long sigh as his posture slumped. He was going to have to deal with Dean’s pissy attitude for lunch as well, hopefully, his brother could keep it under control during the ball and dinner.

“Do you want to sit a bit before we head out to lunch?” Edwin whispered, not wanting the guards that were stationed outside the cracked doors to hear him. The prince gave a soft nod, his eyes going blurry with a need of rest or at the least some relaxation.

His aid rested a hand on his shoulder, long having been used to the Prince’s touch. As Edwin had described it a few times, his touch was warm trustful and familiar, but despite that Neil refused to initiate any contact and always let his best friend do it first.

“During your free period we could go to your study and I could read to you?” Edwin offered, circling his thumb in soothing motions on Neil’s back, trying his best to keep his friend’s mind focused. In his own mind, his voice was terrible, it jumped and repeated itself like an old messed up record, but the King to be seemed to like it anyhow.

Even with his voice low and soft, trying not to be overheard, it jumped pitches at random like ocean waves.

The prince gave another nod, leaning his head over to Edwin’s hand, leaving his skull hanging barely an inch away from his aid’s hand. He could feel the warmth radiating from it, the comfort of another body battling against the cold loneliness that always seemed to plague his body. No number of layers could ever be greater than the warmth another body gave.

The servant moved his hand from Neil’s back to his cheek, the soft bone contrasting to the King to be’s seemingly rough personality. He allowed his thumb to trace the lines of his best friend’s skull finding a comforting place to lay near the older skeletons eye socket.

They sat contently like this for a few minutes longer before Edwin begrudgingly moved his hand away, checking the time, they had to get going, they were going to be late to lunch. The aid could handle going without a meal, but he had to make sure his Prince ate something.

Neil took the hint, fixing his slouching posture and pushing back his chair to stand up, extending a hand out to his aid with a light smile-his smile growing wider when a warm skeletal hand held tight to his own.

They left the room happier than they were walking in it, their hands swaying near each other and seemingly accidentally brushing against the other. Their strides to the dining hall confident and complacent.

Dean sat waiting, a pissed look on his face.

“I think you need more anger management, Dean.” Neil bluntly commented, walking in the room with a half smug look. The younger Prince clenched his jaw and lowered his eyebrows, far from pleased.

“I do not need such trivial things, Neil.” The skeleton nearly growled out, his guards flinching at the tone. Neil dismissed them for their own lunches, they both gave him very thankful looks while adverting their eyes from their Prince. “Hey!”

“You did say you didn’t need trivial things.” The King to be pointed out, going to sit down across the table from his brother, making it harder to get to him if he were to throw a fit. Dean scowled, “We have guards stationed outside every entrance to the building and there are guards near every entrance to every room as well as patrolling the halls. Let them have a break while we eat.”

Neil looked over to Edwin, offering a seat again while his brother grumbled. The cooks came out of the kitchen and brought them their food, the Head chef following with a plate of his own.

“Hello, Howard. I didn’t think you’d make an appearance.” The elder prince greeted happily, as he rarely saw the chef aside from on occasion in the halls. The head stopped in his tracks, showing off an enticing plate of Jam roly-poly, a rolled-up jam pastry, this one looking to be blackberry.

“Good afternoon, my Prince.” Howard greeted, his bandages poking out from underneath his chef’s hat. “I wanted to wish you two luck for the ball this evening-since I’ll be in the kitchen preparing for it the rest of the evening.” He smiled while setting the pastry down on the table, showing off a wide happy grin, teetering on the edge of joyful and creepy.

“Why thank you, and I wish you all the luck with making the food, I know it’ll be divine.” Neil praised, the head gave a more bright smile, and bowed, leaving the room with the rest of the chefs.

“Dean, if you treat people like objects that can run on nothing, you’d be overthrown in a matter of days. You need to be able to treat them with respect and understand they are living being with needs as well.” The elder lectured while getting food for himself and grabbing some for Edwin as well, trying to get this lesson into his brother’s head once again, and once again-getting no results.

“Why should that matter? You’re first in line.” His brother shot back, also going to get food for himself, still unhappy with Neil sending his protection away.

“Once I get a Queen-if ever-then you’ll be pressed to find one too. Then you’ll be married off as well and become King of a different kingdom, I’m just giving you facts-ones that have been proven true many times in history.” Dean grumbled more so, “If you wish, I could lend you the books I own on the subject-you think I haven’t studied how to be a good King by now?” He emphasized.

Yes, he has been trained to be King and has been since even before their Mother’s death, but the ways he was taught seemed cruel. When their Mother was forcefully passed, he got to work studying how to be a good King, no longer having the wise advice from his parent. Many times over in history, he had found that strict leaders that treated their subjects poorly-and may he say, more like property-tended to die quicker under an array of circumstances.

On the other hand, nicer King’s also tended to die quickly, other royalty being jealous of their prospering towns and cities. From then on, Neil knew how he wanted to rule. A high leader than could be considered a friend and someone trusting, someone that may hesitate on punishment, but only to think over if they deserved it or already learned their lesson. He wanted people to be happy when they saw him, to be remembered as a great King with an even better legacy and to have other royals wish to be like him.

However, no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get the idea to his brother. Dean had long since been brainwashed into the ways of ruling with an iron fist. The younger always thought he lectured him to anoy him and boss him, but in reality, Neil was doing his best to keep his brother alive, Edwin was almost like family to him but he didn’t want to lose the little blood relatives he had left. He didn’t want to go to a funeral with few people and even fewer royals and only think the whole time “I told you so.”

“When will you stop this nonsense?” The young Prince deadpanned, bordering on pissed again.

“When it saves your life, brother.” Edwin looked between the siblings, both of who were staring down at their plates and picking at their food with empty eyes. The Prince owning a more empathetic expression with his brows curved up in worry while the younger kept his brows flat and emotionless.

He was going to have to settle this.

Even if he hated his ability, it was a magic beings world, each having something specific and unique to them. Carefully, he took the King to be’s hand in his own and pulled out a string from his eye, sending it over to wrap around one of the Dean’s fingers.

The youngest jolted up, staring at the servant with some anger while the aid only held a serious expression. Neil raised his head in confusion, before realizing what his friend was silently telling both of them.

“How about we not let this food go to waste?” Neil asked, looking over to his brother with some worry still sketched across his face. Something seemed to click in the other Prince’s mind, the confused expression slipping from his brother’s face to his own.

“Let’s.” Was all Dean said as he stopped picking at his food, and started to eat.

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Lunch ended more smoothly then it started. Dean’s guards reappearing minutes before it concluded, looking not as exhausted or distraught as they had been before their break. Another bright side to their little exchange, the younger prince started respecting his personal protection. If he remembered correctly, Bernard and Curtis, as his brother had started to call them, looked shocked at the change in their Prince’s attitude-but were pleased nonetheless with the change.

As they parted ways from the dining hall, the elder Prince could swear he heard his brother say a polite goodbye to him and Edwin. From then on and until they reached his private study, there was a small happy jump in his best friend’s step, however, he couldn’t judge, he had one in his step too.

For years the two of them had tried to get Dean to respect his aid as a person and not a meaningless body drifting by Neil’s side. At last, after likely over a decade of trying, they were successful.

Doors were opened in front of them for another time as they reached his study, with the King to be’s movement quickly growing sluggish, he hurried to grab the book they were reading last time and sit down comfortably with his Prince. Edwin leaned against the corner of the plush buttoned tufted as his legs swung closest to the armrest, making a makeshift boney pillow of dark brown denim.

Neil soon made himself comfortable, resting his skull against his aid’s legs and closing his eyes, letting the next hour or two give his body rest as his best friend and he laid comfortably and read.

As the words washed over him and he listened to Edwin’s shyly cheerful voice, doing his best to make different voices for the characters based on how they saw them while trying not to be energetic and give away their favorite pass time to the guards outside.

The Prince felt his body relax and enjoy a soundly quiet moment in comfort, near to the point of fall asleep on his best friend with the way Edwin’s soft tone carried to him and how he soothing rubbed circles on his shoulder, making him desperately want to cuddle into the arm that was draped across his chest-falling prey to the need rather quickly.

Without his say, Neil felt his eyes be pulled closed and his head cloud, falling asleep.

Despite the soft snores that came from the Prince, Edwin continued to read for a few minutes longer, hoping that if he continued for a bit longer, he could keep Neil under the veil of sleep for the rest of the time they had alone. He wasn’t bothered in the slightest when he felt the King to be curl into the nook of his arm, in fact, he gave a heartful smile, letting the motion move his hand from his friend’s shoulder to his back-still tracing soothing and comfortable circles on the bone.

Refusing to let himself fall asleep, he used a string to grab a random book from somewhere in the study, happy when turning the book over it showed it’s contents to be astrology. He started to read through, checking his pocket watch every ten or so pages.

Time quickly passed as he read on, listening to the snores of his Prince beside him, curled like an infant in his arm. Too soon, however, their time nearly ended, and he had to wake up the soundly sleeping skeleton beside him.

Neil looked up at his aid with closed eyes after being gently shaken awake and Edwin looked down at him with a gentle smile, both of them would forever deny the sprinkle of a blush on their faces at that moment.

“Time to get ready?” The Prince asked, ignoring the flowery lilac on his face, his aid gave a nod, looking to be trying hard not to let his own flowery color take over his face and have his eyes bulge.

Snuggling his head back into his friend’s arm for a minute longer, he heard the soft sounds of chuckling above him before rolling back onto his back, carefully moving Edwin’s arm out of the way as he sat up-but never let go of his hand. Instead, the King to be opted to turn back to face his best friend and knot their hands together in a rare show of trust.

Neil allowed a soft chuckle to pass his own mouth as he leaned forward to touch his aid’s forehead with his own, the sound of clinking metal against bone before he angled his head to push his crown out of the way.

“Come on, we gotta get going, Neil.” Edwin laughed, thoroughly enjoying the gesture but still needing to escort his Prince to his room before heading to his own to get ready for the ball.

“Right, right.” The royal sighed, disappointed that their short time alone ended so soon already, “Sometimes...” He started, voice low and mind still cloudy with sleep, “I wish we weren’t here- I wish we didn’t have the titles or have to worry about all the damn rules.”

Neil’s skull dropped from pressing against his aid’s shoulder to his friend’s shoulder, letting his nasal ridge cradle the other’s neck as he felt the other skeleton move his skull down onto his shoulder as well.

“It’s not even sometimes, I think about it most of the time-” His voice trailed but still quiet as to not be heard, tone near whining but more distraught if anything, “I just wish, it was you and me, Edwin.” He confessed.

“You and me both.” Edwin sighed, moving to share a gentle but loose quick hug before they had to leave, his friend eagerly hugged him back-but before they could even settle how they were, three loud chimes echoed in the room, sounding from the old grandfather clock angled at them from a corner of the room.

It was already three, the guests were to arrive at half-past four, they needed to get going.

Only flinching at the noise, they didn’t jump apart, not wanting to let go of the other.

Edwin untangled himself first, standing up and stretching a hand out to his Prince who grabbed it without hesitation.

Quickly, they departed. Neil giving a quick goodbye and promise to see each other soon before heading into his room to get ready, his aid promising the same in return.

As fast but thoroughly as he could, he grabbed the ironed outfit set out by the maids for him and got to work dressing into the new suit. The new suit he was to wear held a toned royal purple with a black button-up poking out underneath the cuffs and a gray vest separating the two, a gray bowtie, a sleek pair of jet black silk pants, and shiny charcoal-colored dance shoes. The jacket felt stiff and newly tailored, but a weight accompanied it, a gold chair poked out from the pocket.

Neil carefully pulled out whatever was in his chest pocket, just in the slim chance it was fragile, and what he saw brought him near to tears. A bright white crescent sat aligned perfectly in the middle of the long-chain, something that had been a gift from his mother years ago, just when he turned ten.

How did he not remember?

That day over thirteen years ago, his mother had given him a gift in private before the party, showing the shinning and polished necklace to him, she promised that he could wear it for that day, but told him that after that it would be kept safe, until he the day he was to find a Queen. It had even made it into her will, but he was never given it.

It was her last blessing.

That must mean, Dean had his too, right? It wasn’t just his blessing, the same happened to his younger brother a decade into his own life, their Mother hadn’t been the only one proud that day.

A knocking sounded through the room, knowing that it was likely Edwin, he put his necklace back in it’s resting place and went to the door.

Opening the large engraved doors, he saw a mesmerizing sight. His aid was wearing an outfit near identical to his, at least the respected his wants when it came to his best friend.

Edwin also was wearing a suit, vest, button-up with a bow tie, pants, and dancing shoes, but all of them were colors different from his own. The suit jacket was an imperial blue while the vest was black and the button-up gray, the bow was black with grey pants and sapphire blue dance shoes.

He also had a necklace it seemed, as he had draped around his neck the symbol of their kingdom, a crescent cradling a sun. Accompanying and completing the outfit being his large circular red glasses, sitting snugly on his nasal bridge as always.

“Save the gawking for the Princess, my Prince.” His well-dressed aid spoke, interrupting Neil’s thoughts, a knowing smirk on his face.

“They’ll all be wearing big pink frilly dresses, that isn’t gawk worthy.” The King to be playfully replied, giving a wink to which his friend rolled his eyes.

“How about we just get going?” Edwin offered, smirk still on his face as he raised a brow in question.

“Of course,” The prince bowed, darting his eyes to check if anyone was near, although he was fairly sure they weren’t, most everyone was either getting ready or already waiting in the entrance hall for the guests, and few guards were spared from attending. Neil quickly straighten himself and offered his arm, “Shall we, milady?” He teased

“Hey!” His friend bashfully exclaimed, “I’m no girl and I’m not taking your arm, but-” Edwin grabbed onto the chest of his jacket, pulling his necklace out of its pocket by the peeking chain before going on his toes to reach his Prince’s height, “I have a feeling you’ll want this on for the ball.”

Neil politely leaned down to make the act of putting on the necklace easier for his aid, who knew nearly being a head apart in height would make their lives difficult?

His aid moved back after the snap of the clasp sounded, and both of them stood normally again, Edwin looked him over. Soon the servant started to straighten out the necklace so it sat nicely and in view, then got to making sure his outfit look right and everything was in order. Too soon, his friend moved back.

“Handsome and perfect.” Was all his aid said, albeit a smile etched its way onto his skull, “Come on, we need to hurry. It’s quarter past and it’ll take a few minutes to get there.”

Before his friend could hurry on without him, Neil grabbed his hand, and pulled him into a quick hug, just breathing in the last moments they would have alone together. Likely for the rest of their lives. No matter how much he was to delay it, he was a Prince at the right age to get a bride and carry children, and he was to find one and make some within the following year of the ball.

“Whatever happens, Edwin.” The elder prince started, “Know I care for you so, so much-and no matter what people say or what the princess try and make you think, you are number one to me.”

“Even to your brother?”

“Even to my brother.” Neil promised, planting a chaste kiss on Edwin’s cheek.

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They made it to entrance hall in time, and surprisingly before Prince Dean, barely making it a few minutes before him. Dean too was dressed the same as the King to be, making the three of them stand out. Also, like his aid and he, the younger prince had different colors. A royal yellow boldly colored his jacket, while a gray vest sat on top of his shinning white button-up, a gray bow tie but similar to his brother jet black pants and charcoal shoes. A bright white sun necklace with a golden chain sitting confidently on his chest.

Before Neil could even turn to his brother to talk, trumpets sounded and cars started to pull in.

With Edwin at his right and Dean on his left, he felt confident he could handle the ball.

Princess started walking up the stairs. Their poofy, lacey, layered, or all of the above dresses trailing behind them as their servants were stuck carrying the trim, desperately trying their best to keep the whole dress above the stone pathway and steps. They were maybe two or three that didn’t insist on large ball-gowns but instead had trumpets, mermaids, or a-lines.

Neil could hear Dean leaning over to whisper in his ear, giving enough information to point out on particular Princess without actually moving. The third to last Princess that arrived was modest and clearly wishing she had been somewhere or doing something else. A traditional creamy satin column dress that held a jeweled neckline and long bell sleeves sat perfectly along her skeletal body, a magical body called to properly fill the attire. White outlined the sleeves, neck and short trim that couldn’t even brush the floor, a periwinkle purple lace softly contrasting the solid cream.

In a hushed whisper, his brother explained her name was Cora, not from too far of a kingdom but one that went unnoticed. A well mannered only child that-in the younger Prince’s eyes at least-would make a great Queen. The older prince gave a shallow nod to his words, planning to keep an eye on her for the rest of the night.

And so he did, with Edwin at his side, they shared comments about her. The meeting went smoothly and even Dean agreed that she did seem to be just as if not more polite than the King to be. During intermission she stood quietly by herself until she was approached by Edwin who, much like Neil did, treated him normally and as equals, gladly making small talk with him, and continued to do the same during dinner.

When his aid managed to get him through the crowd of Princess’, he reported that she was just as she seemed to be, quiet polite young women that carried the same values as the King to be did. Then when the music started to play, Neil went to a random Princess and started to dance, still keeping an eye on Cora.

Soon, like a blur, he and the kind woman were arm in arm, and the music started to play again.

“Good evening again, Cora.” The elder Prince smiled, almost breaking his expression with the visible flinch the Princess had at her own name. He made a mental note. If they were to become spouses, he’d make sure to ask about that.

“Good evening to you as well, your highness.” A shy voice spoke, but why at that tone?

“Please, we’re already on a first-name basis, Neil is just fine.” He assured

“Of course.”

Nothing else? Was submission just a constant in her kingdom? They had started giving Women their rights half a century ago, had it never reached their town? Truthfully, from Neil’s perspective, women should’ve had their rights a lot sooner but that’s what amendments are for.

“So, how has the evening gone for you so far, miss?” Another flinch, he decided to scrap pronouns altogether, “I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself.” She started to relax in his hold.

“It’s been well.” Her voice was still soft and shy, barely a whisper over the music, “Edwin was good company, thank you for sending him over.”

“Oh, I didn’t send him.” Cora stared with a curious expression in her eyes, “He saw you alone and wished to talk to you, I would’ve joined in but-as you probably saw-I was being bombarded but the others.” He gained a small and short laugh

“Oh yes, they were all over you, weren’t they?” The Princess humored, still curious to why or how someone else could have the same values as her.

“Like hens fighting over a rooster.” The elder Prince joked, gaining a smile from Cora. “I’m guessing you’re confused to my values?” He questioned, bringing the subject back to more political topics.

“Hmm?” She sounded, seemingly forgetting about it for a moment, “Right, yes, I was. I hadn’t met someone that also cared for their servants before you.” They confessed, looking genuinely pleased.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but, sadly, I share your experience.” The music stopped, and they started to part, “Friends?”

“Of course, Neil.” They smiled, looking happier than they did when they arrived.

Nightmare and Dream belong to @jokublog (Sorry that you’re kinda dead in this)

Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

Horror belongs to @sour-apple-studios

Cross belongs to @jakei95

Blue belongs to the undertale community

Ccino belongs to @black-nyanko 

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The King and his Aid

Chapter 8: Happiness is with you

Notes for characters at the end.

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The boring talk of the court washed over him, nothing but background noise to the sounds of his soul beat and the gentle glide of his rough hands against Edwin’s soft gloves. Their hands stealthily interlocked underneath the table. A silent conversation speaking of love and want. Their faces blank aside from the slight tug of a smile, one only noticed by the other two Royals in the room. Both of which happy for them.

Slowly, they traced letters into the other’s palm, promising and screaming all their souls worth, a thing they would never be able to under the roof of their society. The phobia of anything different, the fear of someone breaking the mold. It’s not like he could care anymore.

He’s broken the mold since his creation.

Nodding on occasion and paying attention enough to agree when necessary, he continued to talk with his love. Sharing fantasies and wishes for the future.

Do you want to go out in the woods? He traced, expression relaxed and happy.

What brings that up, Neil? His aid traced, curiosity and confusion clear in his aura, but happiness mostly clouding over his other emotions.

After lunch, it’s been so long since we’ve gotten time together away from the castle and everything, and it’s been even longer since we’ve been back to our spot.

Everyone at the meeting started to pack up, and the King to be released his grip on his servant’s hand, but not before feeling trace back an “OK”

“Ready to get heading to the gardens?” His brother asked as more and more court members and their guards started to flood out of the room, all of the royals, as well as Edwin, only just starting to get up from their seats.

The elder Prince gave a nod getting up and extending a hand to his aid, helping him up as Dean did the same for the Queen to be.

As they started to walk out to the gardens, his younger sibling started to pull him back, but not too far from Cecil and his more than a friend. Far enough to be close, but not too close that the people near them could hear. His brother’s guards some feet behind them.

“So,” His other part started, “What made you so happy during the meeting?” He gently whispered to Neil, not turning his head towards him, as to not raise suspicion.

“Nothing much,” He smiled, voice teasing and withholding, his brother gave a nudge of his elbow, “Impatient much?” He chuckled, he got a glaring glance, “Edwin and I are going to be going to our spot after lunch.”

“Figured it had to with him.” The younger laughed, a smile overtaking his features.

He walked away and back with the other’s before the King to be had a chance to rebut. He quickly followed, finding a place beside Edwin, their hands brushing against each other as they walked. The smiles tugging at their cheeks finally showing.

The garden quickly came into view, the winding paths once again appearing, long since picked from the trees and starting to grow again with spring coming once more. Grass, bushes, and leaves growing to brilliant green, large and thin trunks of trees aged and new a pale brown against the dark watered dirt they sit on. The air was chilled with late winter, but showed a promise of a warm summer.

They all sat down, Edwin by his side as always as well as his brother across from him and now his fiance joining the table in the middle. The heads of departments were to join soon as well, filling up the empty seats left.

The elder Prince felt his soul spark as Dean offered both of his guards’ seats by his side, his small smile growing in size. He caught his brother’s eye and gave him a proud look, to which the younger gave a joyful shrug back, rolling his eyes slightly as if to say it wasn’t a big deal.

Minutes later and the table was filled, Heads of different offices showing and a few other members of high status. The Head chef joining after helping his workers bring lunch for all of them.

While his appeal for reports got vetoed, he was able to meet the court in the middle, having a meal with all the heads and important high people of the castle once a month instead of a day of trying to get to all of them separately. The trial run of the appeal went well, and for nearly a third of a year, they have continued with the new report process.

“Kieth, Douglass, how has the military and guards been? And if I may ask, how have you been?” He asked, grabbing some steak, salad, and biscuits for him and his aid.

“My team and I are still working on the weapons, but have prototypes for upgrades to the current weapons for our guards.” The head of Military Sciences reported matter of factly, before moving to the second question, “Nothing much has changed at home, although Philip and I did get to have some bonding time last week. On the other hand,” He continued, “Keith and I are working on a better medical solution to heal scars and wounds.”

Neil hummed in approval, it was good for Doug to get some time with his brother. When the two of them had met during the interview, back when the skeleton was only aiming for a role closer to home in the military and not at all it’s Sciences’, he was not much more than 16. His poor and scarred little brother 6.

He had been able to learn more about their situation over time, but it was still difficult to process. To lose near all of your family in a night was a terrifying thought. Philip was barely saved as it was, the mental scarring from the event deep and unhealing. Doug had worked hard to climb up his career latter and get his brother the care he needed.

“More troops were recruited and the casualties of winter have been replaced.” Keith reported, just as matter of factly as his coworker before relaxing, “And like Doug here, nothing has changed at home, just a few more carving blocks added to the shelves.”

“Still no one catching your sockets?” Neil lightly teased, happy to have such a friendly environment with his workers and friends. The General gave a hearty laugh.

“Please my Prince, I’m an old bag of bones, even more so than you. Nothing’s catching these empty eyes and no one’s seeing them.”

“Tell that to your pile of fan mail,” Douglass muttered just loud enough to be heard, making Kieth’s eyes twitch.

Neil laughed, the General deserved some love and attention, he was older than any of them, being General and all, and had gone through worse than any of them. Leading armies into war and protecting the Kingdom from any threats, bringing Father’s and the occasional Mother home.

Anyone who got any sort of injury that could stunt their work was immediately pulled out. Any limp. Any broken bone. Anything that could lead to fatality. Their army was strict, and Keith kept it that way, but Neil understood why. Being orphaned so young, especially after such a large attack against his home, he would make sure parents can get back to their families too.

Their armies barely found him, unconscious under the ruble lof his home. Scars under his eyes, his attackers trying to tear the magic out of his eyes and kill him off that way. They left him for dead, but he was stronger than that. The scars healed over time, but his eye magic did not, only able to be dim and barely seen. Even now, decades later, he is only able to have one eye come aflame.

Afterward, he was taken into an orphanage. Not wanted, he got out of there as soon as he could and got in the military, rising to the head and General he is today.

“How have thing’s been for you Howard, expecting nothing has been happening in the kitchen?”

“Nothing in the Kitchen,” He reported, “On the other hand, the bakery is still doing well, and so is my family. Rachel just turned four, Faye and I could never be prouder.” He smiled, “Willis is growing tall as well, Samuel’s convinced him and Joel are going to get as tall as the house one day.” Howard laughed.

Howard hadn’t had as much difficulty as the rest but grew up in a dirt poor house in a bad town. Starving normal and meals occasional gifts. His parents dying off quick in the environment, leaving him with his brother. They had escaped the town and made it to their Kingdom miles away, Howard asking for a job in the military and quickly earning his rarely used Nickname, Horror. Both used for his terrible past and his near beast-like fighting in battle.

However, he gained a head wound in battle, one that made him lose an eye light. Keith, with his strict policies, pulled him and out and told him to find work in the castle, to go to Neil for help, to which help he got. He got a simple job as cook, and eventually saved enough for a barn-like house on the outskirts of the kingdom, acres of land around and part of the property. Time passed and he found himself happy with a family, a brother that went unharmed through the whole ordeal, and a bakery of his own.

Neil still goes to visit the family every now and again. His wife, despite being mute, being welcoming and children well taught, strong, as well as well-nourished. Howard and his brother Samuel, nicknamed scream or screech for his scratchy voice, always welcoming and offering fresh-baked pastries, bread, as well as plants from their ever-growing garden.

“Ian, how have you been? You’re not normally able to make it to lunches.” Neil asked, not used to seeing the Royal painter and Secret keeper outside of their office.

“I’m only able not to make it because of court meeting, my Prince.” Ian, cleverly nicknamed Ink and also a close friend to his brother, reminded, “But nothing of importance has come up, aside from your wedding preparations of course, but I have managed to spend some time with George after weeks of bugging him.”

“George? How has our retired General been?” He could see Curtis, one of Dean’s guard’s flinch out of the corner of his eye, but ignored it for now. Knowing the relationship between the guard and General wasn’t close by any means.

“He has been well, and so has his wife.” Ian smiled. Julia, George’s wife, once worked in the science district of the Military, and after some years as close co-workers, love blossomed and eventually kids. Curtis being one of them, and his brother Patrick being the other.

Neil turned his attention away from the artist.

“Curtis, Bernard? How are you two? I hope Dean isn’t too much to handle.”

His brother’s guards looked up in surprise from their lunches, not expecting to be addressed, as it is the first time to be asked such a question from Neil or even sit at a table with either of the Royal brothers. However, Bernard was quick to take the opportunity.

“Prince Dean isn’t much trouble, my lord.” He smiled

“Then how have you been? I don’t think I’ve ever gotten to speak to you before.” Bern nodded his head in agreement.

“I have been well, although I hope soon that my days will be even better.”

“How so?” Neil smiled, knowing from Edwin how energetic and talkative the guard usually is, and from that information, how much emotion he is holding back right now to be mannerly in front of his Royals and highers.

“I plan to propose soon to my girlfriend, Caroline, and we’re possible with child.” The guard gave a smile tight smile, but from his aura, both brothers could tell that Bernard was overjoyed with the chance of being a father.

Neil didn’t know much about Bernard, but he knew some things. His brother Harvey and he were part of the guard, Bern having a special position of protecting Dean while his brother stayed at a sentry station outside the castle. He also remembers Caroline, a higher class adopted child of one of the many Dreammur families.

“And you, Curtis?”

“Much like General Raha, Nothing of importance comes up for me, although I have finished moving into my house recently.” Ian gave a nod, agreeing. The two weren’t close but were a slight bit closer than the guard was to his father.

He knew a good bit about Curtis, having known his father and remembering when the guard was born. George often being put on babysitting duty for him. Making sure he didn’t run off too far, often running far away and giving the castle a run for their money.

Despite being calm as he is now, both his brother and he were energetic children, nearly never resting, and always with a guard nearby. Although, he had lost his guard when he met Edwin those years ago. His best friend becoming his guard and aid so they could stay close.

With the final how are you’s, the chatter started to grow among them, Keith and Douglass starting to converse over their new solution while Howard chatted with Bernard about being a father, Ian joining in to talk with Bernard every now and again, and Curtis and Dean having a more quiet and relaxed conversation together. However, Neil and his aid were silent. Waiting.

Lunch went by all to slowly but blurred past them nonetheless, and joyfully, the two of them prepared to head out to the woods.

Changing out of his normal formal wear and into something more casual, he pulled on his old beige pants and weathered jacket, letting his necklace rest underneath it, the crescent as polished as the day he got it.

A few quick knocks rang out, and he dashed to the door to open it, revealing the person he loved most.

Edwin was wearing better clothes than when they met, the torn shirt and barely recognizable pants replaced with an aged star t-shirt and comfortable slacks, the pale jacket he once had replaced with a warm overcoat. A blue knitted scarf wrapped snug around his neck and matching gloves over his long white ones he already wore, keeping his scared and rough but graceful and quick hands warm.

“Are you ready?” His aid asked, looking at how underdressed he was for the weather. Neil looked down at himself, before giving an apologetic shrug. “What am I going to do with you?” He sighed, laughing some.

Reaching into the Prince’s closet and to a corner less known, his aid opened a weaved box full of knitted gifts, all from his number one of course. Edwin pulled out a mauve-purple scarf and some black fingerless gloves, one of the few gifts in the box sewn and not knitted.

“There, now we can head out.” The servant smiled, handing the accessories to Neil, giving a peck on his cheekbone. The Prince slipped them on happily and leaned into the loving affection his aid gave.

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It was cold out, even colder than it had been at lunch, and thankfully they were prepared for it, Edwin having grabbed a blanket and thrown it in a bag just in case. That just in case turned out to be very handy, as the larget cut out of fabric was pulled tight around the two of them as they walked through the woods.

They traced their steps back to the beginning, and follow the path their souls had marked out to the aid’s small dinky hut, however, something caught their eye along the way.

Just off the path was a less used and old one, one leading to a wooden structure farther out, surrounded and protected by trees and nature. Exchanging looks, they changed their path and followed, soon finding a cabin they only hoped to have and never thought they would see come to life.

A small aged cabin lay in the middle of a clearing. Window’s dirtied by dust and time, moss and vines growing on the outside, mold claiming the foundation. Log’s stacked on log’s, squares and rectangles cut out for various windows of different kinds. A roof and few walls lined by old a plain brick only filled in by tiling and wood.

A small clearing of grass around, enough for a small garden and another single tree, a small river gurgling and washing by, a natural railing of bushes protecting anyone from falling in.

Silently, they walked in the baren house, not a light switch or plumbing in it, but a place far off from anything. A place they could call home.

Home.

Thye felt their souls’ pulse in unison at the thought, and they stared at each other. They gave relieved and happy looks before wrapping each other in their arms, giving a tight hug. Slowly falling to the floor in joyful tears.

A day, nearly a year ago from the present, he thought different than now.

Before his friend could hurry on without him, Neil grabbed his hand, and pulled him into a quick hug, just breathing in the last moments they would have alone together. Likely for the rest of their lives.

They have found their safe place, and they can be together again.

They can do something now.

Index

Nightmare and Dream belong to @jokublog

Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

Ccino belongs to @black-nyanko

Cross, XGaster, and XPapyrus belong to @jakei95

Horror, HorrorTale!Frisk, and Scream belong to @sour-apple-studios

Dust and Phantom(DustTale!Papyrus) belong to @ask-dusttale

Killer belongs to @rahafwabas

Blue, Honey, and UnderSwap!Chara belong to the Undertale Community

Ink belongs to @comyet

Rachel, Wilis, and Joel are not actually ship children between Horror and his frisk but are simply used for his story and character, not claiming them to be any version of any already made ship child. But nonetheless, they all belong to me.

Notes:

So for most of the characters, I have concept art and general backstories for all of them, I had them laying around so I kinda incorporated it into this chapter even though it’s just filler. Everything is under the cut.

Here are the notes in order of appearance:

Douglass (29, 5′10)

While he was away in the army, a thief robbed his home, killing his parents and nearly his brother

Nearby houses heard the commotion and ran for guards who were able to stop the thief before he did any physical damage to Douglass’s brother Philip(20, 5′9)

He works hard daily to take care of his brother and devotes all his spare time to him.

His brother is scarred mentally from the attack.

His brother has a nurse when Douglass is away, and in modern days would be considered under the effects of severe PTSD and mentally disabled.

His brother acts more like a child because of this and his brain is still mentally stuck as a child despite being 20.

Keith (34, 6′2)

Unlike Killer sans(OG) he was orphaned at a young age after an attack on his home town, he barely survived and grew up in the orphanage.

His goal became to be a general and make sure no one else was orphaned from war.

The scars under his eye aren’t battle scars, its a testimony against the people who attempted to murder him.

His medals (On his suit in concept art) are from the many wars he’s lead and bean apart of.

Howard (25, 5′9)

(CHANGED, but feel free to read the early version of Howard’s past) Drafted into the military as a teen for his brute strength, he worked well there and loved protecting his town.

He was given the nickname “Horror” after a few battles but was pulled out after an attacked caused his skull to cave in and damage one of his eyes-also damaging his aim.

He got a major concussion and couldn’t be helped much, but being in the army was his main source of income-and with low staff-Neil hired him as a chef.

Howard quickly became Head chef after some moths and now works happily in the castle making dishes and goes home to tend to his farm with his brother, wife, and kids all of which love his cooking.

His wife Faye(24, 5′5) is mute and struggles to speak, so he and his three kids-two boys Willis(7) and Joel(5), as well as a girl, Rachel(4)- are all fluent in sign language, so is his brother Samuel(22, 6′5).

Bernard (16, 5′8)

Works as a personal guard for Dean with Curtis, he is also one of Dean’s best friends, Ian the royal Secret keeper and Painter being the other.

On his breaks, he goes out of the castle and visits his brotherHavery(21, 6′1) at his sentry station.

He has a girlfriend, a woman-that lives with her adopted family-named Caroline(15, 5′5).

Bernard plans to propose soon

The tow of them believe they might have a child on the way

His blue bandana is tied around the sash on his uniform.

Bernard is ecstatic at the idea of a child, he just worries about what the Dreamers(Caroline’s, the mother’s, adopted family) would think, the money for the child, and a home for the three of them.

Curtis (18, 5′11)

Lives alone near his parents and brother but close to the castle

There isn’t anyone special in his life but he does have a few friends through his job and connections

He is one of Dean’s personal guards with Bernard.

His dad(George, 39, 6′5) is a retired veteran and trained many in the guard, he had even trained the current General Raha or Sir Kieth

His mother(Julia, 31, 5′7) works at the science district of the military, Curtis does his best to drop by for a hello to her during his breaks.

His twin brother(Patrick, 18, 6′0) aspires to be part of the guard but Curtis and their parents don’t want to lose him to it so they try and give him other interests.

His friends are Bernard, Edwin, and the Royal brothers, but he does have connections with Douglass, Keith, Howard, and Ian through his father.

His father trained Douglass, Keith, and Howard but had been close work buddies with Ian.

Ian and Curtis don’t get along too well after his father spoiled the friendship with a project of his, one that ended in the explosion giving him the scar on his cheek and his red eye(The red scar OG Cross has from X!Chara)