Blue smiled softly at Geno as he said, "No, it's fine, yesterday was just a terrible day for everyone."

"Yeah," Geno said, rubbing the back of his neck, "It was just a bad day for everyone."

That morning, when Ink and Cross hadn't returned, it was evident that some sort of kidnapping or attack had happened. So, in the morning Blue had called everyone into his room while he ate his poptart pancakes, telling them all about the situation. They all decided not to tell anyone else about Ink and Cross, since Asgore would blame Cross and put a wanted dead reward on him.

So, it would be up to them to go find the missing skeletons.

Geno had waited until everyone else had left to talk to him alone to apologize. Blue had accepted it, since Sans had calmed him down from his crying last night.

They had all agreed to tell anyone who questioned it that Ink and Cross had decided to go on a search for the vampires base alone, while everyone else still researched them from the castle. It would only hold up for awhile, but hopefully it would be enough time to find them, or their dust.

Hopefully them not dusted, though.

That would be bad.

"How about we both go looking for them today, just the two of us?'" Geno offered, in hopes of making it up to Blue, "We'll scour around the area near the city near us, and see if their anywhere nearby. And if we don't find them, we'll go for some pop tarts or something like that. What do you say?"

"That sounds like fun!" Blue cheered.

"Then let's get going," Geno said, grabbing Blue's wrist.

"Now?" Blue asked.

"Right now," Geno confirmed.

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"Nightmare, why do you watch your brother but don't approach him, or even write him a note?"

"Error said I can't."

"I'm older than Error, and I think you should."

"Error had the black goo bonded into his bones, you're just an old dude in a cloak."

"I have it too, you just can't see it."

"Yeah, but what would I say anyway? Sorry for running away five years ago, here, have a cookie for an apology?"

"Wouldn't be the worst attempt of apologizing, Dream would get a free cookie, wouldn't he?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm not approaching him and telling him anything about me, Death."

"Why not? I know there's a deeper reason for you not even writing a note to him, so don't pin it onto Error."

"... It's just that, now that I'm not there, Dream can focus more on his life then mine. Look, he's a grade ahead of his already and he's getting great scores and friends! If he just stopped thinking about me, everything would be better for him."

"Dream cares about you, Nightmare. He's going to go crazy trying to find out what happened to you, you could at least put his mind at ease."

"What if I did talk to him? He'd beg to come, or for me to stay with him! He'd never stop trying to convince me, he'd let his future go to waste and everything I sacrificed would be for nothing."

"You sacrificed a family from both you and Dream, remember that. You took away his only hope at that time. You'll have to live with knowing that you crushed his soul that night when you left him, and his broken soul will keep breaking as he looks for you."

"Not if he forgets me."

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"Major skull-ache..." Sci grumbled, holding his skull in his hands.

He was leaning against a wall in his laboratory, hissing from the pain aching from his skull from doing too much work. He had taken a page from Dream's usual self and worked throughout the night, not giving himself many breaks. By the time the Sun had rose through the thick polluted sky in the distance, Sci was exhausted and in pain from a skull-ache.

He seriously needed a break.

But, breaks weren't given to workers, instead they had to push down their pain and muscle through it, hoping it would eventually fade into background noises. Once, Sci had broken a bone, and still had to come to work and keep working. The King didn't settle for slackers.

He took a large gulp of his grape soda, squinting at the bright lights above in annoyance at their existance. Stupid bright lights don't help with the pain, they just remind him of his stupid job.

Sci wasn't inside of his normal room, no, he was in his real lab. The one only a few people knew existed, mainly King Asgore and himself were the only two that knew of it's location, and only they knew what work he really did.

The last Royal Scientist, a monster women named Alphys, had worked there before him, and she had attempted to build a creation to help their Kingdom inside of war. She had ended up building a robot by the name of Mettaton, who could inflict great damage on humans. However, he was weak to attacking monsters, not to mention humans with enough determination could strike him down in only one blow, so he was destroyed in battle and the study announced a failure. Alphys was fired from her job, called a failure of a scientist and to never step in the castle again by threat of death, and her assistant, Sci, was hired.

Sci considered Alphys a brilliant women, who he had looked up to greatly, so he had been practically devastated when he had found her packing up her things. She had been a close friend of his and his family, so seeing her go so suddenly, with such a bad report from the King himself, was heartbreaking. She had helped Sci take care of his younger brother throughout the years, had been there when his parents died, and had been there to encourage him onward when he realized that he had loved science like herself.

She was like a third family member to him, a close sister. So, he had helped her the best that he could when she had been fired,and managed to get her landed in a small job far away from the Castle, but he still visited from time to time.

He still missed her, however, because his job had become a job instead of something he enjoyed. Because he wasn't a Jury or Judge member, he had to live outside of the Castle, around a thirty minute ride on horseback, a fifteen minute when he teleported, since his magic was considerably weak due to little practice. He still had his little brother to take care of, so his mornings often started well before anyone elses did. Luckily, his younger brother had been at a friends house that night, so he wasn't going to go into a panic for staying overnight in his laboratory.

His project he had been working on that night was the vampire subject, well, in a sense. While the others were trying to figure out information on the vampires through books and dealing with the diary and kidnapping situation that he had half listened to, he went with a more different approach.

A scientific approach.

With the little information he had, he didn't have many ideas on what to do, but he had a decent one to get started.

One that had kept the poor scientist up all night working on ideas about it.

With no vampires to test on, everything was mainly hypothesized by the Royal Scientist. He could only make a theory on how vampires worked, mainly on if a vampire could actually turn another being into a vampire or not, and how they would do so if they could.

Sci's footsteps rang against the harshly cold floor as he remembered that he had left his shoes in his fake lab, causing him to sigh in defeat, but not giving him enough willpower to turn around. With little to no informantion on vampires, he would have to start small with his experiments until he had the basic facts about vampires down.

Most of what he knew was legend and myths, no real facts and no hard evidence. Some stories said that all vampires could turn into bats and fly, while others didn't. Some said that vampires didn't need energy from other living beings as a source of food, only that they took it to grow more powerful, while others claimed that they had to take energy every night or they would die. Some claimed that they were immortal and unkillable, and others claimed that vampires couldn't even live in sunlight, which was why their deaths and attacks only happened at night.

So, obviously myths and rumors were not a viable source of information, leaving Sci to have to figure out things himself.

He paused inside the middle of the hallway at a scraping noise, looking over at the iron plated doorway with surprise.

It had come from the door to his right.

That experiment that had been a work in progress, and shouldn't even have been making any sounds, much less moving.

It was a project he was carrying on from Alphys, and wasn't having much success on, considering the distractions that had been popping up left and right. So, Sci hadn't made much progress on it in the last couple weeks, only adding a few more here and there.

So how is it moving around in there?

Another soft scraping sound came from the room, indicating that it obviously hadn't been inside of his head, the subject of a side experiment was somehow working even though he didn't make much adjustments on the object inside of the room.

Should he go in, or not?

Sci ran the question through his head a few times, narrowing his eye sockets at the door as he did so. It couldn't really break itself or move in there, just scrap against the wall every now and then. But he was a curious skeleton, which was basically how every scientist needed to be.

So, he went in.

The room was a pitch black, only the light flooding in from the outside allowing him to see. Across all of the walls was a long metal table that was connected at the corners, files and notes thrown across them lazily. Across the door, at the end of the room, sitting upon the counter, was the machine making noises.

And two glowing eyes staring back at him blankly.

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I keep forgetting to name the chapters, I like to add the names last, bit then I forget and end up publishing it before it's even named. So whoops. That will explain later chapters that might not have names until I figure it out, so don't question it too much.

And sorry for the late update, it's kinda hard to write when your parents ask for you to do chores and your siblings don't do theirs so you do them.

Also, I feel like Sci hasn't gotten much time yet, so I decided to work on giving him some book time as well.

Last thing, I'm not a believer in "love at first sight", probably because I'm asexual, so looks don't mean anything to me, but still. I think people take time to fall in love by spending time with each other. Basically what that means is that the ships all aren't going to be together immeadiatly, so don't go complaining in the comments. This isn't just a shipping book, it has an actual story line, characters with motivations, stuff like that.