#seasontale gasters

[zelphin124]

So... You wanted the SeasonTale Gasters...

Spring Gaster by @zucchiyeni

Summer Gaster by @mingmeng-pspsps

Fall Gaster by - @ims0ma

Winter Gaster by - @moki-blogs

Gosh all that's left is the Grillbys 👀

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Facts About The Girls: Saph and Quartz! 💎✴️

Saph 💙:

Saph is the newest of my characters! She was made shortly after Quartz, and was added shortly after to the main lineup of the girls!

Saph’s scepter was actually built by her! She made it after she and her sisters moved to their new AU, making it to protect them and their new home.

Like Frost, Quartz doesn’t have bones, and instead summons shards of sapphire gemstones and her Gaster Blaster is a crystallized blue version of one.

Sapphire is VERY protective of her sisters, but is mostly protective of Quartz, as she is the youngest and she considers Quartz their “little miracle”.

Saph’s birthday is August 15!

Quartz 🧡:

Quartz’s birthday is August 21!

Quartz is the second to last weakest member of the main girl group.

Quartz’s magic is incredibly weak. She has her rapier, given to her by Saph as a birthday gift, and good news: there will be a comic series I’ll be making for her learning how to train her magic with her older sisters(Part 1 of this was made a while ago with her sister Ruby)!

Quartz is like Saph, where she uses gems and crystallized Gaster Blasters, but orange.

My good friend @zelphin124 and I do have a bit of lore between QuartzTale and Iro, her oc! Go check her out and give her some love! You may have heard of her AU, SeasonTale.

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The fucking Undertale's AUs

I know many people do it buuuut I wanna too And sorry I can’t find ALL links ;-; 

Abandoned

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AlphysTale

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Choice

Chromotale

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CorrupTale

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What Are Friends For

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ZephyrTale

ZephyrTop

ZombieTale

 I think I wrote it wrong. Sorry Omg. Sooooo many aus is here 0_0 Also. Thank you very much to everyone who helped in this. It’s nice of you ^^

[zelphin124]

SeasonTale - Chapter 7

TW: Slavery, sickness, abuse I'm not sure how much of this I'll continue. I don't think it'll be as good as my other writing, but I do hope to get all the lore out to you guys sometime. This is not me rejoining the UnderTale fandom. Masterpost

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Papyrus was barely alive. 

Undye took it upon herself to protect his dying soul from dusting. The time that passed that week was all a blur to Spring, and his anger that he once felt quickly sunk into a deep despair as he could do nothing about the situation. 

The managers beat them ruthlessly, using their whips and fists to double their workload. The fire from the unhealthy habits of the factory only worsened the air quality. Each day, someone got sick, and they were beat for it. 

It didn’t make any sense to Spring!Sans. Why would they hurt someone for being sick? As far as he could tell, he couldn’t control when he felt unwell. 

Which was all the time, now. 

Spring held a small piece of bread in his hands as he stared at Spring!Papyrus, laying on a bed as his skull was half-dusted. Spring!Alphys held his soul together for hours. Spring thought he heard her and Undye conversing about the workload, with Undye doing twice as much so Alphys could keep Papyrus alive. 

His brother wasn’t breathing. He sat there, his bone slowly reforming and dusting as his chest barely moved. His soul didn’t beat, either. The white heart was clasped in another monster’s hands. Had Alphys let go, he would be nothing but a pile of dust. 

Spring glanced at the bread in his hands before he rested it in one of Papyrus’ hands. “You need it more than me,” he sighed, tears streaming down his face. “Please be okay, brother…” 

There was no reply. Spring!Alphys glanced at him with worry. “Kid, you need to eat that.” 

“I’m not hungry.” 

“That wasn’t a suggestion,” Sp!Alphys insisted. “Eat it.” 

There was another whip crack outside the room. Spring shook his head and gently crawled out of the space, trying not to be spotted by the whippers as he returned to his post, fiddling with the wires. 

Cries of pain and hopelessness echoed through the air, but they were often broken by the crack of whips. They were more prominent than usual, as if their work hours were not enough, they increased them, allowing little time for rest and food. More and more of the workers got sick. Spring had attended to most of them; Papyrus had taught him a thing or two about keeping people healthy, and no one was in these conditions. 

Slavery never allowed for such luxuries as health. 

Spring couldn’t help the tears that fell down his face as he thought of his brother. They fell onto the wires, quenching their sparks. It’s my fault... I’m the reason he’s almost dead... 

He listened closely to Spring!Temmie and Spring!Mettaton’s conversation. They talked about how the ‘big boss’ was coming today. They became hushed about the topic when Spring drew closer to listen in more. The only thing he caught was the big boss being a Gaster of sorts. 

Could it be the same one who sold him for a piece of bread? 

Perhaps the pressure of said inspection is what caused the whippers to be more hostile and picky with the work that was being done by their slaves. It was almost unreasonable and insane to expect better work in worse conditions, but there was no consideration of such a fact. 

Spring gently taped the wires together on the outside of another machine as he coughed the smoke out of his lungs. His hands and feet were hurting again. He was covered in black tar and ash. It burned his skin worse than the flames themselves. There was no time to clean up, however. He had spent his free time checking up on his brother, and he had to face said consequences.

This can’t be all there is... Spring wiped his face, feeling his stomach getting nauseous. He knew he was about to hurl. He stepped away from the wires and walked over to the edge of the platforms, resting his head over the edge as he vomited into the fire. For a solid minute, his stomach desperately tried to search for any nutrients, and when it found none, it shot the acid out of his mouth. 

Spring’s cries of pain were disturbing. He could hear some of his fellow slaves approaching him, but they were pushed aside as the familiar, horrifying steps of a whipper came along. “Get back to work, kid!” The monster grabbed Spring by the scruff and lifted him up, turning him to face him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Spring covered his mouth, trying to withhold another puke. No, please, not now—he couldn’t. His body gagged, and his vomit covered the whipper’s face as Spring coughed, tears streaming down his eyes. He looked at the whipper in horror as the goo ran down his face. What have I done? “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I—” 

“You imbecile!” The whipper threw Spring onto the hard pavement, scraping his face. He hurriedly tried to wipe the acid off his face in disgust, cracking his whip. “How dare you defile me?!” 

The whip cracked against Spring’s skull. He cried out in pain as he curled up on the floor, trying to block the whips. Instead of his face, the whips struck his hand, ripping the bones apart as the whipper continued. Blood poured out from them, and Spring whimpered, unable to put his pain into words or a cry for help. 

The whippings suddenly stopped as a loud thud could be heard. Spring hesitantly looked up through the water building up in his skull. 

Spring!Muffet had just punched the whipper in the face. 

She looked at her hands as if she couldn’t believe what she had just done, but that didn’t stop her words from snapping at the abuser. “Pick on someone your own size!” She dared to say. “You’re pathetic for picking on a helpless child! Be a man and choose someone stronger than he!” 

Spring’s eyes widened in fear as he reached out to her. “Muffet, no—” 

The whipper clearly did not find her challenge amusing. He stood up, grunting as rage fumed in his eyes. He cracked his whip to the side. “Own size, eh? Someone like you, then? You know what happens to challengers like you, right?” 

Spring!Muffet’s eyes widened as she raised her hands into fists, all six of them. “To fight for a kid’s life, yes.” 

The whipper raised his whip. It was as if time had gone in slow motion as he slowly brought it down on the monster that saved Spring—

BOOM!

A bright flash of light filled the air. There was a strong gust of wind, sending the whipper flying into the lava below, screaming all the way down. Muffet was also blasted back, barely catching onto one of the railings. Spring was pushed into the wire system, grunting as he tried to stand up, but his hands hurt too much. 

Before him, in the direction that caused a blast, was a bright, white fire. It burned the wood nearby as if it were the sun itself. Who walked out of the fire was someone Spring had never seen. It was too difficult to see, but she looked like Toriel, a similar, shorter type of goat. Her gaze was flat, and she walked with grace. Everything about her glowed like starlight, something Spring had only heard about until now. 

The shouts of the whippers were blurred. They yelled about the hole in the factory before charging at the intruder. “It’s her!” one of the muffled shouts rang through Spring’s ears. “Kill her!” 

One by one, the goat slayed every person that dared to come her way. Despite being hit with some of the whips, they disintegrated on touch. Her hands were surrounded by a white fire, and when she fired at the whippers, they turned into ash immediately. Dozens of them swarmed her, but they were no match for her skills. 

Behind her came a large dragon. It was white, with long eyes, and its head shaped like a gaster blaster. It munched on any whipper or opposer that approached the goat. It was as if it was made from starlight itself. Its gaze turned toward everyone else, turning around to reveal someone on his back. 

Spring’s eyes widened as he observed the little skeleton on the back of the dragon. He… He looks like me. 

The battle waged on, but it was something Spring was in too much pain to notice. He glanced up one more time to find the slaves cheering at some proclamation the white goat gave. She gently approached Spring as everyone rushed out of the factory. 

“Little one,” her voice was more soothing than a thousand ice packs. “Come with me; let me nourish you back to health.” 

Spring weakly looked up at her, his body trembling in pain. He couldn’t form words as the white fire that burned the factory blinded his sight. He reached out his hand, trembling. “B-Brother…” 

“Spring!Papyrus, will be alright. Come with me; you are being rescued and set free.” 

Spring felt her hands wrap around him as she hoisted him up over her shoulder. He didn’t resist as he watched more whippers being reduced to ash. Something about the sight eased his mind, as if they were getting what they deserved. 

The goat climbed up onto the large dragon, saddling it as if she rode it. She held Spring in front next to the other little guy. “Hold on,” she commanded before taking the reigns and flying off. 

Spring watched as the factory went out of sight, getting smaller and smaller as the dragon ascended into the sky he had never seen. His eyes widened in wonder, resting on the beauty of the world before him. The sun greeted him willingly, and suddenly, his soul felt lighter and more at ease. 

Spring had felt hope. 

His hands trembled as he held onto a lower part of the reigns. It took a moment for him to process what was happening, but the cool air felt so good against his skin, he never wanted to leave it. He turned his gaze to the other small skeleton in front of him. The little guy had bruises and thin, snowflake eyes. He was staring right back at Spring the entire time the dragon flew off into the air under the cover of the clouds. He nodded slowly. “Greetings.” 

Spring stared back at him in awe, as if he were looking at himself in a mirror, but a different version of him. Everything was so new, he didn’t know how to process anything that was going on. 

But that didn’t stop him from being polite. His hand trembled as he lifted it in greeting. 

“H-Hello…”

[zelphin124]

SeasonTale - Chapter 6

I'm not super proud of this one... and it took forever to finally sit down and write it, but I hope you enjoy! There will be a poll at the end, so look for that as well. Here we go!

Masterpost

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School was boring now. 

Summer couldn’t bring himself to pay attention in his education. There was no joy in learning anymore. There was no joy in… well, anything. He had lost all motivation and will to keep going. 

But he wasn’t sad either. 

He was confused, mostly. After the procedure yesterday, he didn’t even enjoy throwing the ball up for himself anymore. When the kids played without him at recess, he didn’t feel sad either. 

Every bit of emotion was gone. 

Although Summer wanted to hate it… he couldn’t bring himself to. 

He twirled one of his pens in his hand, watching it fly in different directions before the bell rang. Summer had never packed his bags so fast; and he planned to get out of there as soon as he could. 

“Summer,” Summer!Alphys inquired. “Could you come here real quick?” 

“Ooh Lemon is in trouble,” some of the kids laughed as they ran outside. 

Summer couldn’t even bring himself to care about what they said. 

“Hey, you had trouble paying attention in class today. Is everything alright?” The teacher asked, sitting at her desk and motioning for Summer to follow suit. 

Summer obeyed, but he had to adjust so the sun didn’t block his vision. “Yeup,” he nodded. “Everything is just dandy.” 

Summer!Alphys glanced at the desk, her fingers fidgeting with one another. Summer could tell she was worried. 

And he envied that. 

The way he saw her emotions, and the way they wrestled within her. He wanted that again. He wanted… He…

He couldn’t figure out what he wanted. He was tired, and sleep sounded amazing. It was one of the only ways to get rid of the nightmare that he lived in, but he couldn’t care enough to go and take a nap. 

He existed. That’s all he could bring himself to do. 

“You know that friend I was telling you about? Who wanted to play catch?” His teacher spoke gently. “He’s here, if you wish to play ball.” 

“Sure, that sounds fun,” Summer shrugged, smirking and digging through his backpack. He pulled out the red ball and squished it in his hands. 

It didn’t shine like it used to. 

“Honey,” Summer!Alphys’ gaze locked with the skeleton’s. “Do you… do you have anything at home that you would wish to bring if you were gone for a long time?” 

Summer looked away and stared at the red ball in his hands. “Nah, just this red ball.” 

“Okay,” She got up, brushing off her bright yellow skirt. “He’s outside.” 

Summer bounded toward the door, carrying his only toy in his hands. He opened the door and looked around. Most of who he saw were others in the school, but he saw someone who he didn’t recgonize before. His eyes squinted at the glorious light the figure held with him. 

He was a goat monster of some sorts. His horns blended in with the magnificent crown on his head that glimmered like the stars. HIs yellow eyes were dazzling, and they bore such kindness within them. 

Summer thought his cape was dope; its sleek white fabric on the outside completely sealed the night sky inside of the cape, that radiating hundreds of stars and galaxies within it. It changed whenever the creature moved. The only way Summer could compare it to was seeing the sun and stars in the middle of space. 

The rest of his clothes were made up of the silky white fabric, with dozens of gold accessories scattered across his body. Chains connected various parts of his wear, and the two shoulder guards made his figure look broad and powerful. It was clear that he was older than most of the adults that Summer saw, but it came with a lot more wisdom. 

In his hand rested a long, shining weapon. It had three sides and a pointy thing down the middle. Summer recalled that it was a type of spear that the Asgore monster formed. As a matter of fact, he looked very much like an Asgore. 

But the skeleton couldn’t figure out what season he was from. 

“Hello young one,” his voice roared like a thousand lions, but was as gentle as the morning breeze. “You must be Summer Sans?” 

Summer nodded, his attention fully focused on the monster before him. 

“My name is Solstice,” he smiled, giving a soft bow. “Do you want to play catch?” 

The kid nodded some more, looking at the red ball and tossing it toward Solstice. 

Summer watched as Solstice’s eyes gleamed with delight as he caught the ball. The goat tossed it from hand to hand before tossing it back towards him. 

Summer faked a smile as he barely caught the ball. He’d never have a ball tossed back to him, so the angle he usually caught the ball didn’t help him. 

“Oh, I did not mean to throw it so hard,” Solstice sighed as he approached the half-fallen over child. “Here, mind if I take your hands?” 

“You’re… you’re not going to hurt me, right?” 

“Of course not,” Solstice shook his head before looking up at Alphys, who had come out of the building to watch. Summer watched as they communicated with no words, but he couldn’t figure out what they were saying. 

For the next hour, Solstice took the time to teach Summer how to catch and throw the ball better and more efficiently. Summer listened to every word and felt a glimmer of hope, despite is apathetic state. They tossed the ball back and forth; the only time they stopped was when Summer accidentally threw the ball into the twisted trees, which Solstice didn’t hesitate to get it out. They rotated a couple of times to keep playing in the shade, as the sun was unbearable in the afternoon. 

While they played, Summer finally had enough time to notice the large ocean not far from his school. He caught the ball and pointed towards it. “What’s that?” 

“That is the Tidal Sea, my boy,” Solstice smiled. “It contains beautiful waters and coves for miles under its surface. No one knows what’s on the other side.” 

“Can we go there?” Summer asked, curious. 

“Perhaps we could-” Solstice paused as Alphys motioned toward him. He sighed, kneeling down. His gaze had changed, and it unsettled Summer. 

Why did his mood change? Did I do something wrong? Summer began to worry. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you I’ll do better-” 

“Buddy, hey, hey,” Solstice smiled at him. “You did nothing wrong, I’m just really concerned for you.” Solstice took his hand and tilted Summer’s face to observe it. “Did Summer!Gaster do this to you?” 

“Y-Yeah,” Summer shuddered, remembering how it was done. “But it’s fine, I don’t want to talk about it-” 

“It’s clear you don’t want this to happen again to you, huh?” 

Summer stared at Solstice. How- How did he know? He thought, shaking his head in response. He would do anything to get away from his dad at this point. He remembered that he cared for his dad…

But that feeling wasn’t there anymore, just like the rest of them. All he wanted to do was avoid physical pain, but he couldn’t find the will to run away again. 

“I’m with the rebellion,” Solstice informed. “I save many people like you from your dad and others who are cruel like him. If you allow me to, I’ll make sure you’ll never have to go through an experiment like that again.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“There’s a place in the mountains that we hold as refuge, we hide there so we can plan our next action of justice, and restore the kingdoms to their former glory.” Solstice explained. “Life doesn’t have to be like this.” 

The sun started shining on Summer’s face, warming his bones. “That’s a lot of big words,” Summer smirked, thinking for a bit. Life doesn’t… it doesn’t have to be this way? 

“You will learn them all in due time,” Solstice reassured. “I plan to teach you a lot of things.” 

“We don’t have much time,” Alphys ran out from the school. “He’s coming, you must decide quickly.” 

Solstice locked eyes with the boy again. “This might be the only time I get to speak with you. I wish to help you. Come with me and I’ll keep you safe. If you don’t like it, you can come back. Help us restore SeasonTale to justice.” 

Summer could hear traces of his father’s footsteps. He recgonized them anywhere, for whenever he was near, bad things happened. He looked worriedly at the school door before grabbing onto Solstice’s sleeve. 

“Please,” he begged. “I don’t want to be in another experiment.” 

“Say no more, my boy,” Solstice hoisted Summer up on his back. “Hold on, we are going to get you out of here.” 

“He’ll look for me,” Summer shivered as Solstice booked it into the forest, the sun becoming brighter and brighter as they went. 

“Don’t worry, he- he won’t find us-” Solstice gasped between breaths. 

“Where can we go that he won’t?” 

There was a moment of interrupted silence before Solstice answered. He paused once he reached the ocean shore, whistling into the sky. He turned around and pointed inland. “You see those mountains way over there?”

Summer’s eyes widened, seeing the mountains he saw in his dreams. One covered with white shades and clouds that covered the sun. “Yeah?” 

The skeleton’s eyes widened even more when he saw a huge creature land from the sky, folding its wings in and snorting out a cloud of smoke. It’s head was similar to a gaster blaster, and his wings and structure were all bone, expect for the inside of its wings and belly, which shined like the night sky. 

“Is that a dragon?!” Summer gasped, bewildered that the creatures even existed. 

“Yes, and you can pet him later,” Solstice walked toward the dragon and hoisted himself onto it. “Those mountains, we will be going there.” 

Summer was too distracted by the dragon to pay attention, but one thing he did know, was that this was far more exciting than anything his dad did with him. 

As the dragon took off into the air, Summer gasped and held tight onto the dragon’s neck, looking down at the ground. Everything became smaller as clouds brushed against the child’s face. Summer could see the entire landscape of the known land, including all the other kingdoms he never got to see before. 

“Soon, all this land will be free from the Gaster’s hand,” Solstice explained as he steered the dragon towards the colder area of SeasonTale, up in the mountains. “And you can help rule it all.” 

“Really?!” Summer smiled as something jolted inside him. 

The goat smiled, sighing with relief. 

“I promise.”

~o0o~

[zelphin124]

SeasonTale - Chapter 4

Let’s note that Autumn changes his name later in his story, but he is called Fall for his past. This change will be significant, and he wishes to be called Autumn. Calling him Fall is practically an insult.

(Then again, he takes a lot of things as an insult-)

Masterpost

Onto the story!

~o0o~

Everything was always dying. 

Mainly the trees, which Fall found interesting. They would only grow warm-colored leaves only to have them fall and die. No matter how often he raked, more leaves would always be on the ground. 

It was good for the soil, apparently. 

Fall was surrounded by trees glimmering red, orange, and yellow. He loved those colors. It gave him a sense of belonging. 

Unless the red was a darker shade of blood. 

Fall rested the rake against the tree, wiping his brow. His gaze wandered to the town. He could smell Fall!Grillby cooking the morning pies. Despite the rumors of war, everyone seemed to be at peace. 

At least, as much peace as they could be in. 

The Fall Kingdom was not full of friendly people. Everyone fought to survive. Everyone had to be tough; kill or be killed. Those who were nice were often slaughtered first. There weren’t enough supplies for anyone anyway, and peace was not an option. 

The sun hid amongst the distant mountains as its rays shot through the colorful trees. The smell of pumpkin, cinnamon, and apples flooded the air. There was a tint of smoke from the factories in a faraway land; Fall was never told what that land was called. 

Not like he cared, anyway. 

“How’s the raking going?” 

Fall turned around to see his dad. Fall!Gaster glanced at the ground and frowned. He adjusted his oversized hood and mask on his colorful jacket. He had a cocky smile and scars to scare people away. 

Fall copied his frown, realizing it looked like he got nothing done. “I-I can explain–” 

“Those darn leaves, eh?” Fall!Gaster chuckled. “Looks like they got the better of you.” 

“What? No, I made all those piles over there!” Fall pointed at the three piles more giant than him next to a circle of trees. “That took me all morning!” 

“Yet, it’s not enough,” Fall!Gaster bent his torso to meet Fall’s eyes. “You’re not going to let a tree be better at its job than you, are you?” 

“No–” 

“Didn’t think so.” 

Fall sighed, grunting at the leaves already adding to his piles. “Can you help me?” He asked. “It would get done faster…” 

“Me? Help you? Kid, raking leaves is your job. I provide a roof over your head, and I make sure you don’t die. That’s my job.” 

“But–” 

“If you care about me, you’ll continue to rake until you’re done. A good son wouldn’t ask his father to help him.” 

Fall clenched his jacket, trying not to show regret. “Yes, Dad, I’m sorry.” 

“I’ll maybe accept your apology,” Fall!Gaster altered his wrists, staring at the sun. “Well… I’m going to need you for another assignment tonight. Hurry up, you’re gonna borrow something from an old friend of mine.” 

Fall knew his dad never meant ‘borrow’ when he told him to grab something. He often associated the task with stealing but Fall!Gaster always denied that. It was simply people repaying him what he deserved, as he put it. Fall didn’t question the orders; he wanted to please his dad and not be a disappointment. 

He picked up the rake and started working again. When his dad wasn’t looking, he used magic to burn the leaves, making them disappear quickly. I wonder which house I’ll go into tonight, he asked. Hopefully, it isn’t creaky like the last one. 

“Do you understand the map?” 

Fall flipped the map around a few times before he found the house. “Yeah. What am I grabbing again?” 

“Think, Fall, I told you this already.” 

“Uhm… A key?” 

“Yes, it’ll be a large gray key that glows blue with its gem. I need this for a future mission I must complete myself,” Fall!Gaster stretched his bones back and forth, making sure he was still flexible. 

“Mkay,” Fall got up from the chair, rolling up the map and putting it in his pocket. “Do I get to use the knives this time?” 

“Yes, actually,” his father replied. He pulled back the curtain where the weapons were stored. Fall immediately spotted the knives that were made for him. They glimmered in the darkness and begged to be used again. 

Fall!Gaster picked up the knives and handed them to Fall. “The blades are sharp. Feel free to use them on anyone who gets in their way.” 

“Wouldn’t that… hurt them?” Fall asked, putting the knives in their holders around his belt. 

“That’s the point,” he confirmed. “I’m showing mercy to them by sending you. Honestly, they don’t deserve to live anymore.” 

Although he was used to his father saying such vile things, he never knew the reason why he hated the ones he stole from. “What did they do?” Fall asked. Maybe his dad was right in hating those who wronged him. 

“You’re too young to understand,” he shrugged. “Now go, I need that key as soon as possible.” 

Fall wandered in the dark alleyways of the Fall Kingdom. Most monsters would think the eerie environment would freak them out, but it brought Fall peace, as he was used to it. Anything calmer than the hostile vibes would scare him. 

He rolled across the street and snuck to the edge of the town, making sure the knives didn’t fall out of his pockets. The map wasn’t super clear on which house he was supposed to break into. Big cabin with a red roof… It was the only description of the house he had. Surely, it wouldn’t be super hard to spot—

Bingo. The large mansion with the red roof was a few hundred feet away from him. There was only one light on: the lamp out front. Smoke exited the chimney peacefully. The walls were made of round logs and cut-in windows. It truly was a beautiful house. 

Fall spotted one of the windows on the side was cracked open. Everything he was taught started to come into play. He didn’t have time to study language or math; his school was one of stealth, defense, and stealing. Fall!Gaster made it clear it would be dire to have these skills, and it was the right thing to do. 

Thankfully, the window wasn’t creaky. Fall rolled into the house with ease and started searching the drawers. 

However, the peaceful aura of the house filled Fall with fear. He felt no sense of danger or any threat nearby. The house was so quiet that one could hear a water droplet fall to the floor. The darkness wasn’t scary at all. The house was filled with an apple smell, and many family photos were across the walls. 

Fall tried to ignore everything around him as he moved swiftly through the house, opening drawer by drawer. He found nothing within the living area and the kitchen. However, when he entered the first bedroom, it stopped him dead in his tracks. 

A large picture hung on the farthest wall of a goat family. There was a mother, a father, and a young kid. They weren’t from the Fall Kingdom. In fact, they didn't seem to fit into any kingdom when Fall thought of all the seasons. They were bright like the stars and looked very powerful. 

But their smiles seemed so genuine in the photo. They seemed so happy; an emotion Fall had never felt. Fall figured they weren’t so happy now, with how the world spiraled downward. He thought he heard about a goat kid being slaughtered and the former King and Queen grieving their loss. Maybe this was the prince, Fall tilted his head. The prince who had died. Whose death had caused chaos in the world. 

The lights turned on. 

Fall spun around, grabbing his knives and facing the monster before him. His breath quickened, and his hands started to shake. No, they found me! No, no, no, no–

“Told you,” one of the goats said, smiling softly. 

Fall lowered his daggers. One of the goats he knew, Fall!Asgore. His red leafy cape hung from his sides as he adjusted his shirt. His horns were long and curly. He bowed his head respectfully before looking at the goat beside him. 

The second goat was the one Fall saw in the picture. His outfit was white and shined like the stars. He was tall and proud, and his body language showed his power. However, Fall found no fury in his eyes. He could only see kindness and patience, which the little Sans didn’t understand. 

“Thank you, Fall!Asgore. I promise you made the right choice,” the taller goat had a deep and soothing voice. 

Fall!Asgore cleared his throat. “How am I gonna deal with Fall!Gaster if he finds out? Surely, he will know I betrayed him. He will wonder where his son is.” 

“Let me deal with him,” the bigger goat responded. 

Fall!Asgore bowed low and exited the room. 

He started to curse in his head. My dad’s going to kill me… I failed the mission. Please don’t hurt me… Fall backed up as his soul pounded in fear. He held the knife in fear as a whimper escaped his throat. “G-Go away–” 

The white goat slowly sat on the ground, not breaking eye contact with Fall. His hands were open and gentle, gesturing for him to relax. “Fall!Sans, don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” 

Fall held the dagger higher, shaking his head. 

“I’m serious, I mean you no harm,” he tried to reassure. “My name is Solstice, Solstice!Asgore.” 

“How the hell do you know my name?” 

“You’re pretty well-known as Fall!Gaster’s pet, child. You’ve been doing his evil deeds for all five years of your life.” 

When Solstice didn’t move from his spot and continued to talk to Fall slowly, he lowered his knife and took a step closer. He looked at him, then back at the photo. It’s the same person… 

“I want to help you, Fall,” Solstice continued. “I want to help all of you. I plan to free you and the other Sanses from their bondage. But I won’t force you.” 

“There are others like me?” Fall sat down in front of Solstice, looking up at him curiously. “Like, my same species?” 

“Yes, there are monsters like you. They correlate with the other seasons. Winter, Summer, Spring, you were supposed to meet each other, but others have ulterior motives…” The goat sighed, patting his fingers on his knees repeatedly. “Thanks to your friend, I’m able to be here with you today to rescue you.” 

A loud explosion sounded outside. Fall turned his head abruptly, worried. That means I need to hurry up… 

Solstice noticed it, too. “I don’t have much time,” his voice became a whisper and rushed. “This might be my only chance to rescue you from your father.” He extended his hand, concern in his eyes as he glanced toward the window once more. 

“Are you dumb? I need to prove to my dad I'm a good son!” Fall frowned, standing up. "I... need him to be proud of me."

“He’s manipulating you. There will be nothing that you can do to earn his approval. He will use you for evil, but I’m here to end that,” Solstice stood up, his hand still extended toward the kid. “I don’t want you to endure the pain you’ll face. I promise you will feel at peace and free when you come with me. I don’t have much to go by, but not enough time…” 

Fall watched as desperation filled the old goat’s eyes. He glanced behind Solstice, where Fall!Asgore was standing. 

“Trust him, kid. I do. Your father isn’t up to anything good. He will help you,” Fall!Asgore said. 

Fall heard the final explosion outside. He could return to his father and continue to try to earn his approval by obeying everything he said, only to be met with more tasks and disappointment. Deep down, he felt like his actions were wrong, and these kind strangers confirmed that. 

The goats didn’t attack him when he came in; unlike previous times, he’s broken into other places. They were kind and patient and showed no disappointment toward him. They looked like they wanted to help, and Fall believed them. 

“Okay,” Fall took Solstice���s hand. “Does this mean I don’t have to rake leaves anymore?” 

Solstice smiled, guiding Fall out of the bedroom and toward the back door. “No, you won’t have to rake leaves anymore.” He sighed in relief, yelling something to Fall!Asgore. “Thank you again, my faithful steed. Protect your house and your family!” 

Fall!Asgore nodded, smiling softly. “Thank you for rescuing him.” 

Solstice guided Fall out the door; his touch was gentle and reassuring. “Let’s get out of here toward your new life.”

[zelphin124]

SeasonTale - Chapter 1

THE MOMENT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!!!

TW: Contains slight gore and abuse

Masterpost

~o0o~

He was told to never go to the mountains.

They always captivated him. He would gaze in wonder at how they stretched up to the sky every day without fail. Their mineral chunks worked skillfully together to reach above the dark clouds. The snow that clothed them always made them look like angels and smell like elevation. He envied their strength to continue standing despite the winds that attempted to knock them down. They called to him as if something was there for him. 

Circumstances forbade him from venturing there. 

“Winter!” A voice boomed behind him. 

Winter shuddered. He would hate that voice for the rest of his life. He slowly turned to stare at the creature who attempted to raise him. He hated his father with everything in him, but he couldn’t do anything to fight him. 

He was afraid of his father. 

The creature loomed over him, his eyes dark, as usual. Unlike Winter’s round skull, his skull stretched upwards, and his snowflake eyes always pierced his soul. He wore a navy Eskimo jacket with black undertones. This creature had his way with the snow, as the fingers—on the dozens of hands he had that appeared and disappeared at command—were always covered in ice, and his head had many snowflake prints on it. He floated off the ground, often to where Winter could see his thin boots. Evil was written all over his face; it wasn’t hard for Winter to know his father was horrid. 

“Winter!Gaster,” Winter replied in the most stoic tone he could muster, refusing to show his anger towards his dad. He was never allowed to call his father ‘dad’ or the latter. It was always Winter!Gaster, or W!Gaster for short. Winter knelt on his knees, bowing to the king of the Winter Kingdom, enraged that he would never inherit the throne himself. 

“Did you take care of them?” His voice boomed in Winter’s head. W!Gaster’s eyes narrowed as he lifted his head and looked down at Winter!Sans. 

“Yes, sir, their bodies were buried successfully,” Winter did his best not to shiver while keeping eye contact. He hated killing people, but he had no choice. 

W!Gaster turned away. “Good,” he smiled wickedly. “I have a meeting today. I would like you to—” he paused. “No, you’re required to attend.” 

Winter rolled his eyes, shoving down his emotions once more. He didn’t want to sit with all the Gasters again. All of them reminded him too much of W!Gaster. He wondered if they would all be there. Summer!Gaster most likely would, the mad scientist—and ruler of the Summer Kingdom—never missed a moment to converse with his father. Spring!Gaster and Fall!Gaster would show up if they saw a need to. W!Gaster didn’t expect much from the slave master and thief anyway. 

He just hoped HE wouldn’t show up. 

“Are you coming, you waste of air?” W!Gaster barked, not turning toward his son.

Winter gazed at his hands, trying his best to remain still as the blood stained them. He couldn't afford to deal with his emotions now since he knew they would make him weak. Winter was aware that he fought to stay alive and follow orders. Orders that would continue to haunt him for the rest of his life. “Yes sir,” his stoic gaze locked on W!Gaster as he followed right behind him. 

“Look at what you’ve done!” 

“You’re a psychopath!” 

“How could you?! We trusted you!” 

“WINTER!” W!Gaster’s voice broke through the screams in his head as he slapped him across the face. “Pay attention, idiot!” 

Winter nodded apologetically, snapping back into the cruel reality he lived in. 

“You looked stupid during that entire meeting,” W!Gaster rolled his eyes. “Did you even hear what the others said about your potential?” 

Winter didn’t meet his eyes. “I did, sir.” 

“Well, what do you think?” 

Winter despised that particular question. W!Gaster seemed indifferent to his opinion. His father only seemed interested in knowing his plans through his son's words. Winter loathed the designs that the Gasters discussed for his future. They were dreadful, awful, and gruesome. They intended for him to become the most skilled assassin of those who dared to defy them in SeasonTale.

“I’m taking your silence as an agreement,” Winter wasn’t surprised by the Gaster's response. “Rest up; you’ll need your energy for tomorrow. You will be attempting to hunt down the rebels again.” 

Winter gave his salutations before he civilly ran up the stairs. Once out of sight, he booked it to his room and locked the door behind him. 

A soft wind blew the white curtains into his room. A large window before him was open, creaking from the storm's aftermath. The room was dusty, musky, and smelled of books and metal polish. The room had little to no light, causing an eerie feel to the area. A small pile of snow lay below the window and in front of the bed frame, an extravagant throne that Winter laid his head on every week or so if he could rest. It wasn’t comfortable by any means, and he couldn’t remember the last time he slept through the night. 

He placed his swords in the barrel next to the door before setting his notebooks that he wasn’t supposed to have on his desk. The picture of his father loomed over the desk with his big icy crown resting on his head. There was a slight tear in the photo, and behind it showed the rebel leaders. Winter never learned their names, but they looked like lovely leaders. They had fur like the Winter!Toriel and Winter!Asgore, but their outfits included all of the seasons. It reminded Winter how badly he wanted to visit the other seasonal kingdoms.

Tears started to flow from his eyes. He cursed and hit himself for it, but the sobs escaped his throat. Everything in his chest tightened as his head felt like it was about to explode. His hands shook as he went over to the snow below the window and rubbed his hands in them, desperately trying to get the blood off them. He rubbed his hands until the blood became wet again, trailing off his hands into the snow. The snow turned into a crimson-red liquid as it melted through the wooden floor. He stumbled back, his gaze disrupted by the water flowing from his eyes as he laughed between sobs. His hands were white bone again, giving him a brief moment of innocence from the lives he took earlier that day. 

He hated killing. He hated hearing the screams of innocent people rush through his head as he drove his knives through them. He didn’t understand why he had to kill them either. W!Gaster only told him that their incompetence to follow orders was punishable by death. He didn’t know what those big words meant, as he was never taught in school. He didn’t go to school at all, W!Gaster said he was too young to. His father suggested he could go to school when he was seven. 

He obeyed his father like a puppy would its master. He desperately wanted to be independent and for his father to be proud of him. However, he was never given the chance to prove his independence. W!Gaster watched everything that he did. What he read and wrote, who he interacted with, and how much he was outside. There was no life without W!Gaster, but the constant torment, abuse, and daunting tasks lit a firey anger towards him, and he wanted nothing more than to escape. 

But he didn’t know how. 

Winter Sans wiped his tears from his skull before he collapsed on the bed, using his forbidden magic to move his books into the desk drawer. He would have to return those tomorrow if he could find the time and if he could sneak out properly. Thankfully, Winter!Toriel—the librarian—understood his situation. She was the one who told him W!Gaster was evil and taught him how to read. Before her, Winter obeyed everything W!Gaster told him to do without remorse. She showed him what an evil person he was, and ever since then, he hated his father. She told him she had a surprise for him tomorrow. Winter promised to try his best to get to the library without getting caught. 

His tears had finally stopped. Winter felt his soul harden like ice as he stared at the cloudy sky. His ceiling was glass, which he didn’t like. He tried not to drown in self-pity. I have to do the dirty work… he thought. I don’t want to hurt people… I just want him to be proud of me. 

He debated over and over in his head what he wanted more: his father’s approval or to do the right thing. He didn’t want to question his father, as he had no idea what he would do without him. How could he survive in the big scary world without someone to look after him? And that doesn’t involve someone dying… 

His thoughts raced as the night endured. He figured he wouldn’t get much sleep. It would often hurt his head and affect his eyesight; he didn’t know how to tell W!Gaster that he was having vision problems when he got hit in the head or was slapped. He grunted, gripping his head. Why does my entire life involve him?! Why can’t I just be free? He broke into a fit of rageful sobs, pounding his bed. The screams started to come back again; if he fell asleep, they would become much more vivid. He got up and paced around his room quietly, clenching his head harder and harder until his vision blacked out. He fell onto the floor, unable to see anything. 

Visions of his father hurting him and Winter hurting others flashed through his mind, leaving him paralyzed on the ground. His body shook like he had hypothermia. He couldn’t move, nor did he want to move. Winter wanted the pain to be over, he wanted to be done with it all, and he hadn’t even reached his seventh birthday. 

I can’t take this anymore… Winter shuddered, curling up into a ball on the ground. I have to escape, I have to flee. I don’t want to kill or train to kill anymore… 

His vision slowly returned as the picture on his wall became less blurry; he fixated on the two goats. Somehow, they’re caring gaze gave him a glimmer of hope, hope for him and his future. 

For that brief moment, he felt at peace when he stared at the photo behind his father’s photo. He felt as if he was an innocent boy, able to be redeemed. He felt like he wasn’t so lost and broken that forgiveness was unimaginable for him. For a moment, he felt like a child, and he felt… happy.

Reality came back to him with a thud as a loud Gaster Blaster was shot downstairs. He reached for that feeling of hope, but it slipped right out of his fingers. His soul thumped in his chest as the screams returned as he wished once more that he could escape, and a single thought echoed through his mind. 

Am I ever going to heal?

[zelphin124]

SeasonTale - Prologue

It's finally here! For those of you who wanted more SeasonTale... I'm finally starting the story!

Here we go!

“This isn’t a good idea.” 

“And why do you think that?” 

“According to my calculations, the two princes will fight for power once they are older. This will lead to a division in your plan.” 

“Perhaps, but they are both my sons.” 

“Which alone is impossible. I don’t understand how you had two.” 

“Well, I did, and both seem equally worthy of becoming my assassin servant.” 

“One of them will rebel.” 

“If you’re so smart, tell me what to do with the other!” 

“You could give a child to the scientist.” 

A long moment of silence past between the conversers as a new creature joined their conversation. 

“I experiment on monsters, it wouldn’t be a good idea to give him to me.” 

“A prince should not be treated to such a pathetic life.” 

“Rude.” 

“But he doesn’t have to know that he was ever a prince.” 

“That’s impossible. Their eyes will show that they are related.” 

“Not if you changed them with magic.” 

The Gasters floated silently as they observed the third. They pondered what the stranger said. 

“Shouldn’t you keep them separated anyway? So they don’t find each other and rebel?” 

“We’ve already taken care of the other two children, surely they won’t find each other.” 

“It’d be devastating to our plan if they somehow did all meet.” 

“Exactly. So, change one of the other’s eyelids with magic and send him with the scientist. Your plan will be flawless with them never meeting each other.” 

“But the bond of brotherhood is so strong-” 

“Do as he says. Take the smaller one as your son. I wanted him less anyway.” 

“I am not a father. I conduct experiments, and I’m about to enter a new project with the spring kingdom’s Gaster by testing my subjects with magic!” 

“Who says the child can’t be one of the subjects?” 

A grin appeared on the scientist's face. He rubbed his hands together. “You, sir, are a smart lad.” 

“I try.” 

“My son will become a prince that everyone fears. He will become a heartless killer. I already see it in him.” 

“If he refuses?” 

“He doesn’t have a choice. I’m sure you’ll make sure of that?” 

“Of course. None of the children have a choice in what happens to them anyway.” 

“But if they find the rebellion?” 

The king snapped a deadly look at the scientist, his eyes lighting up. “Solstice will never find the children, let alone bring them together. I see no flaw in our plan.” 

“But-” 

“You dare question your leader? I’m sure he has the rebellion taken care of.” 

“Take the small Sans, I no longer need him. Make sure to keep him far away from the other kingdoms. And watch the other children from afar.” 

“Yes sire.” 

The scientist scooped up the former prince into his arms and darted off. 

“Do you believe that this plan will work?” 

“Indeed, old friend.” He smiled wickedly. “Soon, you will have four connected AUs ready for your command.”

The stranger floated and nodded silently, smiling to himself. 

“I look forward to it.” 

[zelphin124]

SeasonTale - Chapter 5

TW: Abuse Oh boy... the plot thickens. Some could argue, this is where the real story starts. Winter POV, let's go.

Masterpost

~o0o~

The horror in their eyes struck his heart. 

He had the targets pinned against an alleyway wall. They cowered in fear under his knives. Their eyes were shaking, and the younger monster started to cry. 

Winter glanced down at the two creatures whose lives were in his hands. Despite his younger age, they still were at his mercy. 

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. 

W!Gaster’s voice rang in his ears. They are traitors, they had to die, they deserved to die… 

But why? 

None of it made any sense. They didn’t do anything wrong… they just disagreed with W!Gaster, nothing more. Why did they have to pay with their lives for having an opinion? 

Winter felt the tears that escaped his eyes freeze on his face as the harsh wind beat against his skull. He lowered his knives and stepped away from the two monsters. “Go,” he squeaked. “Go before he kills you himself.” 

The two monsters thanked him and bolted away. 

He heaved a great sigh. What a relief. It brought him peace to spare the lives of the innocent. He hadn’t done that before… but he knew from how he felt that it was the right thing to do. 

That peace quickly faded when he realized what punishment he would receive for committing such an act. Would W!Gaster throw him out to fend for himself in the storm again? Would he hurt him?

Would his father kill him? 

Winter didn’t want to think about it. He broke the crystalized tears off his face as he felt the books in his cloak get heavier. He shoved down his emotions and refused to feel them. There was always a looming reminder that his emotions were a weakness anyway. 

Stepping out of the alleyway, Winter!Sans removed the cloak from his face and walked quietly into town. He hoped that he could time his visit to the librarian just right that his father wouldn’t expect anything. 

Twenty minutes…

* * *

“I’m glad you enjoyed the books, Winter.” Winter!Toriel placed the books on the shelf before turning towards the child. “I’m even more grateful that you could read them.” 

Winter nodded silently as he sat in a chair away from the windows. The library was warm and extensive. There was a small desk that he sat in front of next to the hallway that revealed thousands of books on massive shelves. Winter wished to read all the books within the library but felt he couldn’t. An impending doom of getting caught grew heavier each time he came. Winter believed W!Gaster was catching onto his distant behavior, and he didn’t know how to mask it well enough. 

“Would you like some new books? I had a new collection come in…” Winter!Toriel paused, glancing back over at Winter!Sans. She tilted her head in concern as she observed him twirling his thumbs and staring at the floor. “Are you okay?” She asked gently, approaching him and leaning in front of him. 

Winter desperately tried to hold back his tears. “I couldn’t-” he gasped. “I couldn’t kill them this time…” 

“Oh, honey…” W!Toriel extended her arms and wrapped them around Winter. “That’s nothing to be upset about; you did the right thing.” 

Her embrace was so foreign to him. What is she doing? Was she going to attack him from behind? Why was she not moving? Winter didn’t know how to react. In fact, he just cried… the tears ran down his skull as he tugged on her cape. He didn’t want her to let go… her embrace was comforting, something he had never felt. 

“You are very touch-deprived, dear.” To Winter’s dismay, she let go and looked him in the eyes. “You feel better about not hurting them, right?” “Yes, ma’am,” Winter nodded. 

“That’s good, that’s how you should feel,” The librarian nodded slowly before standing up. She sighed with great worry before looking at Winter once more. “Winter, It’s… It’s not good for you or anyone else to stay with your father… I… I believe you need to leave.” 

Winter glanced up at her, his tears drying up. What did she mean? Why would he leave his father? He couldn’t go out in the snow again and expected him to return to the mansion promptly. “But I need to go home in ten minutes, or he’ll be mad.” 

“Honey, you wouldn’t return to him, ever,” W!Toriel explained. “You would run and start a new life, free from him and his evil plans.” 

… I can be free? 

The librarian kneeled in front of Winter, her voice hushed. “Listen to me closely, Winter. I can help you,” she glanced at the door before continuing. “The rebellion against the gasters wish to save you. They would help raise you in a much better environment than you are now.” 

Winter didn’t understand much of what she was saying. However, he knew what the rebellion was. It was the highest form of treason against the gasters to be a part of it. Winter gave slow and painful deaths to those accused of it and watched others suffer in W!Gaster’s grasp. The fact W!Toriel was even mentioning it means that Winter would have to kill her. 

Winter drew his knives, causing Winter!Toriel to back up. “I… I have to kill you. The rebellion is what my dad has ordered me against.” 

“But they can free you,” She insisted. “They will give you a much better life than you have now.” 

Winter’s hands were shaking with the knife in them. Everything in him told him not to attack the librarian, especially after all she’d done for him. However, he was told the rebellion was dangerous, and orders were orders. “The rebellion is bad-” 

“Is that what they call us now, the bad guys?” 

Winter and W!Toriel stared at the monster standing in front of the hallway. The boy’s jaw dropped. It’s the goat from the photo in my room… 

She looked similar to Toriel; the same species. However, she was much shorter and her horns were curved. Instead of wearing a blue gown patted with snow, her clothing was pure starlight and shined white like the snow on the ground. Her gaze penetrated with an uneasy amount of determination and power, but there was also understanding and care. It was a look Winter never understood. 

“Put the knife down young boy,” the starry goat demanded. “It is not your destiny.” 

“W-Who are you?” Winter’s voice quivered as he obeyed, laying the knife on the floor. Although he recgonized them from the painting, and had a good idea of who she was, he wasn’t sure. 

“I am Season!Toriel, co-leader of the rebellion against the gasters and the rightful queen of SeasonTale.” Season held her head high, looking down at the boy. “And I am here to rescue you.” 

“Well, I was going to introduce you to her, but it looks like introductions have already been made,” Winter!Toriel scratched her head, chuckling nervously. “I said you could live a better and happier life, Winter. If you go with Season, she will ensure of that.” 

Winter’s entire body was shaking now. There she was, the former ruler of SeasonTale, standing right before him—the ultimate target of W!Gaster, and the main threat to his throne. Winter had only read about her rule and power. Although she was a good and caring leader, his unfortunate circumstances have ruled him against her. He was only a boy, and he feared his death would come upon him any moment now. 

Season oversaw Winter, her eyes softening. With eloquent grace, she knelt on the ground to make herself smaller. She extended her hands towards Winter. “You don’t have to follow your father's footsteps,” she whispered. “You can rise above that and become a good and caring leader one day. Let me help you. Let me rescue you from Winter!Gaster.” 

Winter stared at her paws before looking at Season and then at Winter!Toriel. She nodded in agreement. Winter fought back tears. He wanted freedom; he wanted to escape. This was his opportunity. This might be his only chance. 

“I can’t.” 

* * *

Each step back to the castle got more painful. His teeth gritted against one another. He had given up his only chance to escape. 

He couldn’t even figure out why himself. Was it because he wanted his dad to be proud of him? Maybe there was some hope in turning his father around… Maybe, just maybe, he could find another way. 

But he couldn’t join the rebellion. 

There was no way… After all that he had done? Sure, they are fighting for justice; they are the good guys. Winter knew they would have treated him better. 

But would they have? 

Winter had killed so many rebellion members. His entire life, despite it not being that long, he fought against them. He was a threat to them… a target. 

He was a bad guy. 

He didn’t want to be, but he didn’t see how he could change. Although there was a slim hope he held out for his father, that same hope wasn’t measured to himself. 

And it swallowed him whole. 

“You’re two minutes and three seconds late,” W!Gaster’s voice boomed as he closed a pocket watch in his hands. 

Winter sighed, closing the door behind him, and took his coat off. It took him a bit to stomp off all the snow before answering. “I apologize. I had a bit of a delay with the bodies.” 

“Right, because you didn’t kill them.” 

It was as if the boy had been shot. He froze in place, fear taking control of his mind. Panic swirled within him. How did he know? How did he find out? Was he watching the whole time? 

W!Gaster let out a low, rumbling laugh. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Those traitors were spotted crossing the Summer Kingdom this evening. Thankfully, I had them taken care of-” he whipped around, his hand raised. “UNLIKE YOUR PATHETIC FAILURE TO DO THE JOB!” 

Winter collided with the ground from the punch that rolled across his skull. His vision immediately blacked out. No, no, no, no… 

He didn’t see the remaining hits that were laid upon him. “You had ONE JOB! ONE HELL OF A JOB! You failed, as always! You worthless piece of-”

The rest of the insults were muffled as his hearing rang. He curled up in a ball as he embraced hit after hit. His breath was shaking, and it was almost impossible not to cry. 

He had enough. 

Winter could make out the sound of a gaster blaster charging up. He braced for impact, but when it fired, he felt nothing. 

The beating had stopped. 

Winter sat up, his vision still blurred. He couldn’t make much out except for the new hole in the wall and W!Gaster’s boots hanging from it. When he turned around, he saw that the blaster was his own. 

His eyes widened with fear. What have I done? 

The next few seconds were the most rash seconds of his life. Winter didn’t waste any time before he grabbed a different coat and bolted out the door. He couldn’t stay… he was going to die if he did. His little feet carried him to the edge of the hill. He quickly looked around for something to get him down, as the stairs were too slow. 

He heard W!Gaster’s enraged roar from the mansion. With no time to think, Winter grabbed a giant icicle from the cliff and slid down the hill on it. Although it was slippery, and he fell off it at the end, it gave him the head start that he needed before teleporting into the town. 

His heart was beating faster than he ever thought it would. His feet were aching, but that didn’t stop him as he burst through the library door, his vision blurred once more. 

Winter!Toriel glanced up in surprise before rushing over to him. “Oh my gosh, what happened to you?” 

“Help,” Winter grasped onto her arms. “He’s after me. I have to go.” 

Before W!Toriel could call for her, Season was already by her side. She glanced at his face before kneeling, offering her hand quickly. 

He didn’t hesitate to accept her offer this time, squeezing her hand as the fear of his father gripped him like a python. “Please, help me.” 

She smiled softly. “I will. Let’s go.”

[zelphin124]

I explore some writing tips, UnderTale head cannons, and most of IroTales lore in this stream!

I also talk super fast cuz I get excited 😂

If you wish to know more about Iro Sans (and how much of a beautiful character she is/why I adore her) go check it out!

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SeasonTale - Chapter 2

Alrighty! You guys wanted more SeasonTale, so here you go!

TW: Abuse, needles, fear

Masterpost

~o0o~

He was scared of his eyes. 

Summer stared in horror in the mirror, repeatedly tilting his head to the side. He often pulled on his skull to get a better view, but it didn’t help much. He couldn’t remember his previous eyes, which scared him the most. 

He stood in the bathroom alone with the door locked. It was a small white room with a toilet behind him and a sink in front of him. A silent fan twirled above him as he stood on his tippy toes to view the mirror. He would often jump to get a better look until he got enough momentum to sit on the counter, getting a better look at his new eyes. 

They were suns now. Small, bright yellow dots surrounded by scattered triangles. They complimented his yellow outfit and fit with his season, but he still wasn’t used to it. Heck, he wasn’t used to any of the changes on his body. 

Summer observed the sun indents his skull, the scars on his upper ribs toward his shoulders, and his sunset tongue. However, he couldn’t distract himself from his eyes. The modified orbs felt weird in his eye sockets as if they didn’t belong. 

He knew that they didn’t belong there. He didn’t want to change his eyes or any of his body to be altered, but he had no choice. 

The procedure was incredibly painful; no matter how many times Summer begged, Summer!Gaster refused to give him any relief. Summer would often be called into the lab for his dad to experiment with him. He was told it was for the ‘greater good’ or ‘gaining knowledge.’ The only knowledge he got was how painful the experiments were. The eye procedure had been the most scarring of them all. He had trouble seeing out of his eyes for a while and guessed it would take a bit to get used to the new bulbs. It was worth it if it meant his dad loved him, right? 

He had tried to run away once. After he came home from school with Summer!Alphys, he tried going to the ocean to avoid his dad. The fear of another procedure every week scarred him. However, when Summer!Gaster found him, he cried profusely, asking why he couldn’t do a simple thing to help his father out. The endless tears that ran down his dad’s cheeks overwhelmed him with guilt, and he never ran away from a procedure again. 

How strange, Summer thought at the time. He stopped crying so quickly after I said sorry… Maybe S!Gaster believed my apology. Summer didn’t think about it much. As long as his dad accepted him, it was fine. 

He didn’t feel like he was accepted at all. Despite not making many friends in school, his father was never home. The only times he saw him were before and after he was tortured. He wished his dad would play catch the ball with him on the field, but he was always too busy. Maybe if I help him with his studies… he could play ball with me! It would go faster for both of us! He smiled to himself, but it came as quickly as it faded. But… I don’t want that magic to hurt me again… 

Summer stared into his eyes once more. He wondered how many more alterations it would take for his dad to be happy with how Summer was. What kind of magic would he use next time? What would he change about Summer next time? Would he refuse to let Summer go again? 

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Summer flashbacked to the eye procedure as the horror flooded back into him. He turned around in fright, clenching his head as tears started to fall on his face. He hyperventilated as the vision faded, revealing who had touched him. 

S!Gaster seemed unphased by his reaction. “How do they feel? Can you see?” He asked quickly. 

Summer wiped away his tears and shoved his dad’s hand off his shoulder. He tried looking at S!Gaster’s long yellow robe. It was decorated with various sun colors and was in long, elegant swirls. Two blue gems were attached to the scientist’s shoulder. More gems were on his big shoes, but Summer could barely distinguish them. S!Gaster wore his water-droplet glasses and brushed some orange dust off his red and orange onesie. 

“I-I can s-see,” Summer lied; everything was so hazy he felt like he would faint. 

S!Gaster wrote something down in his journal before glancing back at him. “Don’t lock the bathroom door, please.” 

Summer lowered his head. “I-I’m sorry…” 

S!Gaster wrote down something again. “Are you afraid, Summer?” 

Summer nodded. He couldn’t pinpoint what he was afraid of exactly. All he knew was he felt afraid when his dad was around. To him, it didn’t make sense because he wanted his father to like him and catch a rubber ball with him. He told himself he could figure it out when he was a big kid. Summer!Alphys—his teacher—told him not to worry about it, as he was only seven. 

Or did she say that about the burnt pie? 

“Tsk tsk,” S!Gaster clicked his pen, shaking his head. “That won’t do… no no, that won’t do…” he turned around and headed for the door. 

Summer got off the counter and followed him. “D-Dad?” 

“What?” S!Gaster muttered, scribbling things down in his notebook. 

Summer gently tugged on his robe. “I got a new ball!” His face lit up momentarily. “Could we go play catch by the ocean today?” 

Summer’s heart dropped when S!Gaster tugged his robe from the boy’s hands and closed the door. “No,” he could hear his father outside of the bathroom. “Dad is busy today.” 

The monster kids quickly packed up their bags as the bell rang. Summer wasn’t in a rush like them. He didn’t want to go home today. I hope the ocean isn’t cold today… He sighed, putting the papers that he drew inside of his bag. One of them caught his eye. Huh… He stared at one of them; they had a big rock on them; Mrs. Alphys called them the ‘Winter Mountains.’ They looked very cool to him, and he wondered if they were real. He planned to ask his questions tomorrow, as they would be going over it again. 

S!Alphys erased the board and glanced back at Summer. She adjusted her glasses and set the eraser down, glancing at the only other one in the room. “Hey Summer,” she called his name sweetly. “Are you doing okay?” 

Summer shrugged, swinging the bag over his shoulder and walking towards the door. “Yes ma’am.” 

S!Alphys picked up her sunflower dress and waddled over to him. “Just wanted to make sure, you didn’t look up at all during the lesson today.” 

Summer glanced up at her without a word. “I’m sorry-” 

He would never forget the horror on her face. It was so surprising that it cut him off. S!Alphys bent down, barely able to formulate words. “Summer… what happened to your eyes?” 

“My dad needed me for an experiment,” he shrugged. “It’s okay, they don’t hurt anymore.” 

S!Alphys’ breath was shaky. She motioned for Summer to sit down on a desk nearby. Once he did, she took a few breaths. “And these… experiments… do they hurt…?” 

Summer nodded again. He felt an insane amount of guilt engulf him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset…” 

“No, Summer, it’s not you. Don’t worry,” S!Alphys spoke through watery eyes. She looked away from him for a moment. “What all has he done to you?” 

“I don’t know,” Summer sighed. “He does them every week. He’s said that he’s only helping me by removing stuff I don’t need, like my previous eyes, or whatever fert-fertility is…” He had trouble pronouncing the word. “Sometimes he adds things, like this sun print,” he pointed to the sun indent on his face. “It’s kinda cool, I guess…” 

His teacher nodded slowly. “I’m so sorry, Summer…” 

“Why are you sorry?” He asked curiously. “It makes my dad happy. I want him to be happy… maybe if he’s happy enough, he’ll come play ball with me one day.” 

“Does he not play with you?” 

“No,” Summer shrugged. “He’s too busy. I think he will one day though!” 

S!Alphys wiped away the tears forming in her eyes. “Honey… I don’t…” She paused. “Will some of the boys here play ball with you?” 

“No,” Summer shook his head. “They like hopscotch more. I don’t like hopscotch, it hurts my feet.” 

“Did your dad experiment on your feet too?” 

Summer nodded again. 

S!Alphys sighed. “What he’s doing to you isn’t okay. You know that, right?” 

Summer tilted his head. “It’s not?” 

“No,” she said. “It never will be…” She thought for a moment again. “How about this? You come to school tomorrow, and I’ll bring a friend who loves to play catch. How does that sound?” 

Summer’s eyes lit up. “Really? Yeah, I’d like that.” 

S!Alphys smiled. “Okay, I will make that call right now. Be careful when you’re home, okay?” 

“Will do, thank you Mrs. Alphys,” he replied as he hurried out the door. 

For the first time in a while, he felt happy. He couldn’t contain his smile. Oh boy! Someone is going to come play catch the ball with me tomorrow! I’ll have to bring my new ball! I hope they like the color red… 

Once his feet came in contact with the sand, Summer slid to a halt. S!Gaster stood there, waiting for him. None of the other kids were around. Already? Summer cowered under his backpack. But I just had a procedure… I don’t want another one. 

“Summer, let’s go home,” his dad ordered, offering his hand. 

Summer didn’t want to upset him. He grabbed his hand and felt a sting through his ribs as S!Gaster teleported them immediately to the lab room. 

Summer shrank back in fright, realizing where he was as his eyes slowly adjusted. “Dad, please, I don’t want to do another experiment. They hurt,” Summer begged, backing away. 

“Don’t disappoint me, my child,” S!Gaster salvaged through the drawers. He turned around and held the needle in his hand. It didn’t take him long to grab Summer’s arm and set him on the bed. “I am helping you. This is for the greater good.” 

“But-” 

“This experiment will be to your soul. It will neutralize your emotions. You don’t want to be afraid anymore, right?” 

Summer couldn’t control the waterfalls falling from his eyes. “N-No b-b-but-” he caught off as he felt a burning pain when his soul was brought up. He let out a cry of pain, trying to jerk away from the magical needle. He hated the magic, he didn’t want anything to do with it. His chest tightened as the pain got more severe. He wanted to flee, he wanted to run far away. He just wanted the pain to stop… 

“Hold still,” S!Gaster pinned him to the bed. “Close your eyes, it will only hurt for a little bit…”

[zelphin124]

Since you said all gaster fall into the category of abusive im gonna make a gaster who actually a father except his son is dead so yeah might steal the season treat him as his own unlike four other gaster.... Hehehehehehehehehehehheheheheheheheheheehheehheheehehheheheheehheehehehheeheehheehhheheeheheheheheueueheueehheuehhueehue

Pfffff mood tho

[zelphin124]

This is a question and not asking the season sans or iro the question I'm going to ask is the season sans father abusive because I have not read the lore and I am going to plan to read the lore on summer break, so, yeah, this is a question I'm wondering

All the Gasters have horrible tendencies that fall into that category, yes.

[zelphin124]

200 Followers Special!

SeasonTale - Winter Kingdom 2023!

PLEASE REBLOG!

Holy crap- where did you all come from?! Ya'll like my random posts?

I'm incredibly honored and flattered by this achievement. To celebrate, I've decided to launch Seasember! Or an event to celebrate the Winter Kingdom!

STARTING DECEMBER 1st!

There is a month plan and a week plan below!

Winter Sans' birthday is coming up! So, I thought it would be appropriate to center this event around the Winter Kingdom of SeasonTale!

FEEL FREE TO INCLUDE THE ENTIRE CAST OF THE WINTER KINGDOM!

This includes monsters like Winter!Papyrus, Winter!Undye, Winter!Gaster, Winter!Alphys, etc.

Make sure to tag me in your posts! The official tag for this is #WinterKingdom2023.

I have run out of money from the last SeasonTale Creative Challenge XD.

Free short stories of their choice for the top 5! First place will get the opportunity to put their character into the CANON lore of SeasonTale!

Have fun!

-- Zelphin

[zelphin124]

Greetings! Just gonna drop by to say thanks for the opportunities ya gave me back in SeasonTale era (I’m the artist for SeasonTale Asgores, Undynes, and Summer!Gaster). My art has drastically improved right after it. I’ll always remember our journey together! Thank you so much again!

Awh! Thank you for stopping by! It's good to hear from ya. I hope I'm able to commission and chat with you again soon.

Maybe I'll revive it from the dead, who knows?

[zelphin124]

Winter x Y/N short story

As promised... Here it is.

Spoilers for SeasonTale!

Happy birthday my boy! (Dec 5th) I'm so proud to be your creator!

TW: Kidnapping, choking, threats, minor gore

I should probably stare this is Fanon.

Once again, images are used for visual purposes only and I do not claim them.

(I know I said I wouldn't use them again... but they do help a lot, and I'm looking into the whole AI art thing right now, please don't send asks about it.)

Here ya go, ya simps!

~o0o~

"They won't find us here!"

You were thrown through a portal, and your face landed in a pile of snow. You tumbled like a snowball until you just stopped. The cold wind nipped at your wounds, but you couldn't complain or cry.

They would kill you if you did.

Your kidnappers tumbled through the portal after you. Some of them started to shiver as the storm greeted them with open arms. They anxiously glanced around as the portal closed behind him.

The cliffs beside you were evident, and the wind echoed across their caverns. Snow and ice covered everything you could see. The horizon was hidden by the fog, and the only thing you could see were the mass peaks stretching toward the stars. The darkest one was mostly hidden by the overhead clouds.

Or was it even a rock?

"Let's go!" You didn't have time to react as a hand gripped tightly around your neck, dragging you through the snow. The grip dug into your veins and made you cough. Snow got under your clothes, freezing your bare skin as you inhaled the foul stench of your predator.

"Stop coughing if you know what's good for you!" He roared, choking you harder.

The others didn't seem to care about what he was doing to you. They trudged in the snow, grumbling as they made their way to a cave.

A large shadow passed over you. You couldn't help but look up in curiosity. It was too fast to be a cloud.

"Hey! Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He hissed, barring his teeth. "I don't want to have to kill you before I sell you for a hefty price!"

"I'm telling you guys, they aren't gonna sell!" Another one of the kidnappers snapped. "They don't have the right hair that boss likes!"

"Relax, they can be a trade in," the other shrugged. "Their organs are all the same."

You couldn't feel your cheeks or your toes at this point. If you knew you would end up in some faraway land that would freeze your fingers off, you would have packed better. But no one prepares for these things to happen.

Being tossed against the rock, one of the kidnappers pulled out a knife and put it to your throat. "Now, hold still, or this is going to be more painful for the both of us-"

As your breath got hitched in your throat and your heart stopped beating, a bright light flashed before your eyes. Heat lapped at your legs, and your kidnapper in front of you disintegrated into ash.

The other two kidnappers snapped their heads in the direction the blast came from, gripping their knives as fear drenched their faces. They murmured under their breaths various curses as they faced the attacker.

His large hand was extended, guiding the gaster blaster to aim at the other kidnappers. He was tall... really tall for his species. His face was decorated in snowflakes, and he wore deep navy clothing with big boots and a furry top. A large snowflake banner hung from his waist.

Behind him was a large gaster dragon. Its bones curled around his head and his wings covered everything else. He snorted a ball of smoke, sharing the same fury that flared in the skeleton's blue eye.

"You're gonna pay for that, popsicle!" One of the kidnappers shouted, lunging for him.

The tall skeleton slid to the side. The kidnapper's eyes widened in shock as a wall of bones appeared in front of him. To accompany it, the skeleton pulled out a large hammer.

WHAM! The hammer collided with the kidnapper's back, sending him flying into the wall of bones, cracking his skull. The snow claimed his life and blood.

The remaining kidnapper backed up, his hands shaking. "I-I can e-explain-"

"Leave," the skeleton's voice boomed, shaking the ice around him. It was deep, soothing, yet rattled anyone's insides when it was used as a threat.

The kidnapper didn't waste any time. Opening a portal to who knows where, he jumped through, abandoning you and his dead comrades.

The skeleton turned his gaze towards you, his eyes still blazing with fury. He walked towards you slowly, his dragon following him.

You backed up against the rock you initially were thrown against. One thing was for sure, you felt your heart racing wildly. Blood trickled down your face as you whimpered in fear; you thought you were next.

But nothing happened.

No bones, no blasts, not even the hammer was swung your way.

The skeleton bent down in front of you. His eyes stopped blazing simultaneously as the storm calmed down. No weapon was in sight, and his gaze was full of worry. He gently brushed the hair out of your face to examine the wound that bled. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly. Although his voice was still deep, it was smoother, softer... It sounded like he cared.

You tried to explain to him that you weren't, that your head hurt, and you didn't know where you were because you were kidnapped. However, the cold made you shake uncontrollably; the pain and the cold kept you from speaking clear sentences. You only got a few words out, but it was enough to get the point across.

The next thing you knew was that you were in his arms. His hands dug under the snow and lifted you up, holding you close. "Don't be afraid... I'm going to help you, dear one."

He didn't say much after that, but his actions spoke louder than his words. He whistled toward the dragon and hoisted you on top of it. Sitting behind you, his hand traveled across your waist to hold you tight while his other hand grabbed the leash. The snow didn't feel so cold when he was behind you. It wasn't freezing when the dragon took off and flew above the clouds,

Although your vision started to blur, you finally could see beyond the initial fog. Below the cliffs was a small village, covered in straw and warm garments as the monsters and humans alike traveled around the streets. In the distance, you could see four other environments. One was filled with cherry blossoms and green trees, and flowers were everywhere around that village. The second area, the furthest away from view, was bright and sandy by a beachside, and the ocean extended for miles. That village welcomed the sun, and many were playing sports on the shore. The third area, to the right, was colorful and smelled like pumpkin spice. The leaves were red, orange, and yellow as the leaves fell to the ground. You quickly realized that each section was the different seasons... in harmony with one another.

"Hang in there," you heard the skeleton's voice above you as he also glanced at the captivating landscape.

The warmth of his body shut your eyes slowly as the beat of the dragon's wings calmed you. You drifted off to sleep, knowing he wasn't going to hurt you. You were safe.

* * *

"You're awake, good."

Your eyes flutter open. You try to move, but you find it difficult with the various blankets wrapped around your body. Part of your head is wrapped tightly with soft bandages.

The skeleton who had saved you earlier was sitting on a chair facing you. Behind him was a fire. To your left was a gate that led to a large training ground, and on your right was a gate to outside, and stairs to the upper levels of wherever you were. You guessed you were in a fortress of some sort, though it seemed to be very festive with the lights decorated all around it.

The couch you laid on was comfortable, and you stopped moving as you slowly sunk into it, despite your back aching.

"I'm... Winter, by the way." The skeleton interrupted your observations. He scratched his bony neck and looked at the ground nervously. "You are in SeasonTale, me and my brother's realm. I'm not supposed to let anyone in or out of here... but I think I can make an expection."

You thank the skeleton, though your voice is barely a whisper. You also whisper your name to him before complimenting the place.

"Thanks, I like it too. This was Season's and Solstice's palace. Now, me and my comrades take care of it."

As you asked who his comrades were, another skeleton walked into the room from the kitchen. He had three bowls of homemade ramen in his hands. "How are they doing?" The skeleton dressed in green with a pink corset asked. He had flowers printed all over his face, and his smile was sweet. He glanced toward you. "Oh! You're awake, thank goodness!"

You accepted the ramen he gave to you. Despite you not liking particular foods, the ramen was delicious, and you couldn't stop yourself from devouring it.

"Thank you, Spring," Winter nodded his head as he ate the ramen himself.

"I'll leave you two be," Spring smiled sweetly. "Don't worry, I'll make sure Summer and Autumn don't disturb you either."

"I thought they were visiting their kingdoms today," Winter commented.

"They are, but they should be back soon," he took a step forward to the cold skeleton and whispered. "Dang," he glanced your way. "You lucked out, can we keep them?"

Before Winter could reply, Spring pat him on the back and spun around. He headed back into the kitchen, murmuring something to himself that you didn't catch.

As you ate the last of the ramen, you noticed that the skeleton constantly stared at you. He barely looked away as he set his own bowl of food aside. Whenever you looked back at him, he would continue to stare before he looked away, a small blush covering his face.

Winter got up and removed the outer layer of his clothing, leaving only a navy shirt upon his shoulders. He walked toward the coat rack and hung his coat before stirring the coals in the fire. He sat back down in the chair and continued to stare at you.

When you asked him why he was staring, the blush on his face increased. "Oh, uhm, just making sure the bandage is on correctly. It seems lopsided," he glanced at the ground and smirked to himself. "It's... difficult not to stare at such a pretty face."

The blood in your veins rushed to your face. Was he being serious? You were just told that you wouldn't be sold because you weren't pretty, yet Winter said otherwise. Could it be different monsters have different tastes in humans?

No, you shook your head. There's no way that was his intention, right? It was probably just a compliment. You thanked him as you hide your face under one of the blankets.

A low chuckle escaped Winter's throat. "That's cute," he commented, fidgeting with his hands. "There's no need to hide, though. You're safe here."

You didn't know how to explain the reason why you were covering your face.

"Was the food good? I hope it was enough," Winter scratched his head again. "We can always make more if you're hungry."

You set the blanket down, insisting that the food was delicious, and you were full.

"Good," he cracked a smile, which you guessed was rare for him. "Make yourself at home, as you are welcomed here."

You sat up to face him. You appreciated his kindness and hospitality and couldn't stop your heart from jumping whenever he spoke to you. He was sweet, despite is cold, aloof appearance. Behind those stoic eyes was a man who wanted to care. Behind those bones was a gentle soul, making sure nothing would happen to you. You would love to stay in the palace.

But... your friends and family are worried that you're gone. You couldn't just leave them wondering what happened to you. Some of them wouldn't rest until they found you. Alas, you realized you might be putting Winter and his comrades in danger if you stayed.

Not that your friends could beat the skeletons in a fight... but some of their connections might be able to.

You explain with a heavy heart why you can't stay. After your kidnapping, your family must be worried sick and you elaborated on why you needed to see them again.

Winter nodded slowly. "I understand. I would be worried too. Don't worry, I'll make sure you get home safely."

The rest of the day was figuring out what AU to send you back to. Spring kept both of you fed and helped with your bandages. Winter focused on overlooking various AUs, asking you if it looked familiar through the portal.

During this time, you were able to meet Winter's other comrades. Autumn, a short, angry gremlin barely greeted you. He was dressed in red and often had a sour look on his face. However, when you responded to his insult with an insult, he smirked at you and nodded his head. "This kid... I like them," he chuckled to himself.

Before you could comment that you were not a kid, you met Winter's brother. Though, you wouldn't be able to tell they were brothers at first glance. This cocky skeleton had yellow suns and stars printed across his face and wore a long yellow jacket that exposed his ribs. He looked like a highlighter. He wore a fancy crown and a wide smirk on his face at all times. After noticing his body language and mannerisms, you could tell Winter and Summer were related.

"Do we have to send the darling back?" Summer cooed, frowning. "They're so pretty, I'd like to keep them~"

Winter snapped his head toward his brother. "Keep your eyes off them, brother. They are not yours."

Summer's eyes widened at Winter's booming voice, before he glanced at you and back at Winter. He smirked wildly. "Ooh, I see what's going on~" He shoved Winter's shoulder. "Popsicle has a crush~"

Winter narrowed his eyes. "Summer-"

"It's obvious," Autumn commented, opening another portal to a random AU for you to check. "Look at his eyes and face!"

"My eyes are snowflakes, thank you."

You shook your head as you came back into the room. Surely the next AU would be your home.... right?

Or was there too many of them?

"Spring, help me out," Winter begged.

Spring shrugged, slurping a noodle. "I have to agree with Summer, Winter. You wouldn't have let anyone else stay here...."

Your face turned red. Did the handsome blue skeleton really like you? Or were his comrades just teasing him? You were too flustered to ask, though you weren't sure if you really wanted to know.

Summer spun around in a showmanship way. "Whatever you say, big guy, I'm heading to bed."

Before Winter could comment back, Autumn trudged after him, glaring playfully at you.

Spring opened another portal as he whispered something into Winter's ears before taking off. He glided down the stairs majestically, bowing and smiling at you before he disappeared.

You looked through the portal Spring made and recognized your home. Your heart sank as you murmured this was the one.

Winter's shoulders droop. "Very well, you may go whenever you're ready," he sighed, his snowflake eyes rotating. He glanced away.

You ask him what's wrong, not wanting to leave on the wrong foot.

His mouth flattened before he took a step closer to you, resting a hand on your shoulder as the other cupped your cheek. "When... When can I see you again?"

You stuttered over your words as he pulled you into a tight hug. His large arms covered most of your body, and you were buried in his clothes. His head rested on top of yours. He was so warm... and comfy. You felt his soul thumping against your face.

"Thank you... for gracing me with your presence..." He gently said, letting you go. "I wish you the best endeavor wherever you go... You always have a friend here in SeasonTale."

Everything in you wanted to squeal in delight. You wanted to hug him again, you wanted to stay... but the winds of your home were calling you. You heart throbbed and ached at the thought of leaving the person who saved your life. How would you contact him? Would you ever see him again? You couldn't find the words as tears trailed down, your eyes.

Winter smiled softly as the portal surrounded you, transporting you back to your homeland. You remember Spring telling you that Winter never cracked a smile, that nothing really made him happy enough to do so. However, there he was, smiling at you as he raised his hand to say goodbye. The last thing you heard was his sweet, soothing voice.

"Be safe, little snowflake."