Yep, this is Hell. Dunno what thinking 'bout this, hope it's not that bad 😁

Chapter's theme:

[Elu Tran- Undertale OST- Quiet Water Extended]

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"Flow! Wake up!"

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A pale light lights the path between the pines of the Snowdin forest. It's oddly calm, no snow storms, no steps in the snow, no waltz between the wind and the pines' branches. No sound. No noise. Nothing.

Carefully, Flow dives her feet into the thick snow, but no noises come to her ears. As she continues to walk, the darkness takes slowly the path, letting after a few minutes the complete darkness.

Fear commence to run in her soul, as she tries to touch the pines beside her: but nothing. There were no more trees, but the snow hold still, thick, and crackling under her boots.

Then suddenly a light shines upon her, lightening her up, just her. Everything else was dark, darker, yet darker.

As she looks into the holes of her boney hands, a voice can be heard.

"Flow... Don't lose hope."

In pure frightening, the blue haired skeleton lifts her head, looking toward the voice were emitted. Lifting a little bit her gaze, a bright turquoise iris ignites, burning in a powerful flame.

"I feel that these timelines are completely different... Please be aware, let it be, and don't resist... For god sake..."

The voice approches, the light letting a little sight on who it is. A skeleton, a female skeleton. Her hair is blue, her face is smooth, with no cracks. Her left eye socket is completely dark as her right one was englighten  by the magnificent turquoise flame. She's wearing a sweat shirt, a red and blue one, with a blue jean, and black sneackers.

"You know me, Flow. It's me... Elena... The one before you... Before this fusion. We had met one time, in a long time, but now I must warn you for the future of these timelines.
-Which timelines? finally asks Flow.
-Heh... Every... From pacifist to genocide. The pacifist and neutral ones are the most impacted by this new... je-ne-sais-quoi... But it'll end bad if you keep fighting with your destiny.
-What do you mean?
-Maybe one time we hate someone because the soul burn. The opposite are the best pals. The second war between humans and monsters needs someone who's filled with love again. Someone who has to let its destiny flow.
-What? I don't understand?
-You will when you're ready. Let your soul follow the path that is lighten up for you. Goodbye my friend.
-No! Come back!"

... But nobody came. Flow gazes as Elena disappears like a ghost. Everything was calm again. No noises. Her soul sinks in something strange, a strange feeling. Her eyelids feel heavy, as she loses a bit her balance. Lying down on the ground, her orbits close instantly, as she feel being transported to the other part of the world. A warm feeling enveloping her chest and soul, as she falls asleep again.

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"Holly shit you're gonna wake up or I'm gonna tear your limbs one by one and throw them into the snow."

Flow's eyelids slowly opened, seeing Hell beside her, narrowing her eyes and folding her arms.

"I see that you are finally awake... Oh boy I thought I really have to tear your boney arms....
-What the fuck, Hell ?
-Whut? It's been ten minutes I've tried to wake you up by everything you have in your kitchen!
-You could just lemme rest no? asks Flow while massaging her sore head.
-How can ya have an hangover? You just drank two wiskey bottles! I've drank three of scotch, I'm okay and full of energy!
-I'm not like ya, Hell.
-Of course...
-What happened yesterday? And where I am?
-Oh you're at your home sweet, in your room, and for yesterday you can't remember?
-Not really...
-Oh gosh too bad! It was fantastic!
-Did I...?
-Yep you did.
-WHAT??? AND YA DON' T STOP ME?
-You were too happy and drunk sis, I just let you get fucked 'cause you wanted and you need it.
-Maybe I needed it... But that's not the question! With who?
-A Sans.
-A Sans?!
-A  S A N S!
-Yea but what Sans?
-Ugh... I've just seen him before I was going to wake you up, we was getting dressed and he was going to his universe.
-Hell are you going to tell me who I've frickin' fucked or not?
-... I think it's G.
-... WHAT????? "

Hell's stone face rests as she lets chuckles escaping her mouth, Flow gazing at her with an horrible look.

" Oh we can't have fun! Alright it was OuterTale!Sans.
-OT!Sans ?! exclaims the blue-haired skeleton
-Yes! Him. The one and only...
-Well...
-This situation is awkward, can we-
-Well and you? With who?
-Ugh... With Lust Sans then Underswap Papyrus. It was cool.
-Yea... But how did they get to Grillby?
-Oh noo we were at your home sweetie, in your living room, after Grillby I've invited these three guys. Then you get closer to OuterTale!Sans and me from UnderSwap!Papyrus and Lust but we're already fucking each other for months so yea heh... Then after Lust leaves I've made...
-Oh shut up don't wanna know...
-Roh... Always groaning... U remember what cha were doing? 'cause you were moaning and shouting like crazy man, I was afraid he'd broken your bones.
-Ugh... Don' t read my mind please...
-Fff not funny... "

As Hell had told every detail before they get to the rooms, the blue haired skeleton remember now everything about that night with OuterTale!Sans... We was making her seeing stars.. Heh... Flow grins as she approves her pun.

"I do not accept that pun, hun, says Hell.
-Oh fuck ya...
-Okay, m'kay... I'm going to go, you want anything?
-I would like something for my headache that's all.
-Okay."

Approaching, Hell crouches at Flow's level, lain on her big bed, and summon some tentacles that sprint to the kitchen, where the special medecine for headaches are, elaborated by Alphys.

In one second, the tentacles come back with two pills and a glass of water. Stroking Flow's head, Hell then gives her them, getting up as she walks quickly toward the Flow's room door.

"Where are ya going to? asks Flow."

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Hell's pov:
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Stopping, Hell looks the door in front of her a bit, before turning her head toward her friend.

"I'm just going to go back to my universe. Call me if you want something...
-Okay... What time is it?
-It's seven past three in the morning, sis.
-Okay thanks you. Greet G for me by the way."

Freezing for seconds, the brunette shakes her skull, heading to the door, exiting quickly the room and shutting it behind her. Lifting her hands in front of her, the brown haired skeleton summon a  purple portal to Grillby's, Flow's Grillby's, in order to see a bit EchoFell!GasterSans.

When Flow said to her to greet G, she thought that Flow knew about their plan, but no... She doesn't know... Before a little remorse shows its nose, Hell thinks about something else while she teleports to Grillby's by the portal.

Landing heavily with one knee on the ground, the famous atmosphere with laughs and chatting disappears, every gaze is upon her, looking at her hair, her cracks, body, her face.

"You're back! How are ya after these three bottles?
-Always fine."

The purple flame monster walks towards her, greeting her by a smile. Everyone resume their conversations and the atmosphere resumes too.

"What cha doing here? asks Grillby.
-Just here to visit my friend G.
-Whut...?
-Yea, I'm friend with him, and I want to see that he's okay, 'cause we had an agreement.
-Ohh! An agreement? What kind?
-So yes, I'm gonna see him, bye"

Giving him a smirk, Hell walks with large steps toward the long corridor of the jail, but stops as a voice in a microphones says:

"Battle, battle ladies n' gents! We have a fight with our little kitty, Bratty, and on the other hand our famous criminal, G!Sans !"

With these words, Hell's orbits open wide, looking at the skeleton who's walking toward the fighting arena, two guards behind him.

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Lost, her gaze flees from the sight of her naked boney chest covered by a shirt, her bones without any trace of flesh. Her body shakes, as her vision is blurry. Feeling a new cold, her hands go to her arms, a boney feeling at the tip of her fingers.

Disgusted, Elena hurls her hands far from her arms. She is something else, she knows it. It's not because her glaze is blurry from the strong reaction that she can't feel the big change. The cold air  is gluing on her chest, as a sweatpants covers her boney legs from the coldness.

Her eyes accustoming to the brightness and the capacity to watch again, the blurry door opens at the background of the white room, a dark figure exiting and shutting the door.

Surprised by the dark figure she didn't seen earlier, she's taken aback as her hands rested on the cold bed that she's sitting upon. Trying to scrubbing her eyes, some of her fingers enter her orbits.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

Her voice echoes in the room, as her eyelids blinks finally. Narrowing her eyes, she tries to explain to herself what's happening, looking at every centimeter of the room. However, her eyes locked into her boney hands, her thin and white fingers.

Suddenly, something in her chest starts to beat quickly. Her body continues to shake violontly, as memories come to the surface.

Her life before.
Her fall.
Her death.
Horrible pain.
Toriel.
Gaster.
The little skeleton.
The Void.

Everything starts to clash inside her mind, no room anymore for thinking or controlling her body, tears steaming on her boney cheeks, her mouth letting escape sobs. Her life was becoming a real horror story. She didn't want to be resurrected, she just wanted the death's freedom, not that empty and lonely Void she's being through. She jaw begins to shake violently as her sobs are louder, her boney hands trying to calm the river of her tears, her vision blurred again.

"You can't let her like that! You have to calm her down! You can't-...-She's having a panick attack!
-Let her calm down by herself, s-…- the more she's alone, the more she'll getting calm.
-That's not-..."

That's all what she heard before she doesn't concentrate anymore about what was around her, behind the door. Her thoughts were freezing as flashbakcs came sinking down in her sea of tears and sobs. She was being drowned by the feelings she contained. Drowned in her own mind, own head.

Then suddenly, arms hugs her, warm and calming arms. Hands are stroking gently her back, sweet words tell in her ears, but nothing she can understand for now, yet drowned in her own prison.

But somehow, the words were getting understandable, blurred then louder, as the hands continue to stroke her back, calming her a bit down.

"Hey, it's okay... Don't cry... I'm here... Don't cry... The moon's high... It's time to calm down."

The husky voice, owned surely by a man, is calming the flow of Elena's flashbacks, as she finally lets her head fall on the crook of the neck of the one who is reassuring her, the sour perfume of mustard and the good fragrance of the pines. Controlling now her body, she envelopps her arms around the neck, a boney neck. His body become nearer, hugging tightly her poor bones.

The thing in her chest calms down too, now beating with a steady pace, something like blood coursing in her bones like wild hares.

Elena opens her eyelids, looking at the boney neck, then the black sweater with white fur. Her hands dig into the sweater's fur, her eyelids closing again. Warmness envelopps her cold fingers as a new feeling, a free feeling, a well being envelopping her entire body, since a long long time ago.

The feeling of his hot breathing then his face on her neck makes her jumping a little, before relaxing, between reality and imaginary.

A groan can be heard in the doorframe, steps getting farther. The skeleman turns his head, only to see the empty doorframe. His head turns another time toward Elena's skull, which slightly lifts, her gaze landing in his white pupils. First look. Elena feels uncomfortable under his look. She quickly escape from his arms and put her back against the cold wall, sitting cross-legged. But his curious glare rested onto her, making Elena more uncomfortable than she is. Looking elsewhere, scraping her throat.

"Euh... Thanks you for calming me a bit down...
-Why do you thank me?"

Her interrogative glare rests in his white pupils. His skull was round, his teeth are spiky with one gold. He's wearing a red shirt under his black sweatshirt/jacket with white fur at the hood.

" I thank you because of my courtesy... I think...
-Oh okay..."

An awkward atmosphere takes places as Elena's gaze looks into the air. For minutes, he did not stop looking at her for a second.

"What's your name? he asks, cutting the awkward slience.
-My... My name is Elena. And you?
-Sans. Sans the skeleton."

Oh. No. Elena's orbits open wide as he pronounces his name. Impossible. How can he grow that fast in... maybe some years, she doesn't even know.

"How long have I rest in the Void?
-Ten years."

H-How?? Ten fucking years? How Gaster could let her alone in ten fucking years? Elena peers at Sans' face, narrowing her orbits. In ten years he had growing up so frickin' fast, something that Gaster must be behind that. She lets her glare fleeing from him, as, absent-mindly, she shoved her hands onto... Her hair? Stroking her hair, she notice that it's capped in a ponytail. Removing the rubber band, her hair finally falls, cascading on her shoulders... Her blue hair. Panicking a little, she feels her heart beating faster.

"Hey! Don't worry, it's normal. Your hair became blue when we first tried to ressurect you, because of the color of your magic."

Her breath slows down for a minute, before a knock is heard on the door. The two young people peers at the dark form at the door. Gaster.

"Sans, Alphys wants to talk with you.
-Okay."

With a last gaze, he says goodbye to the young skelewoman, before getting out of the room with large steps. Gaster walks closer, eyeing his experience in front of him.

"Magnificent... Magnificent... You're just looking like her... I believed that I'll make it... And I did... Look at you... Perfect Elena... You are the most magnificent creature of all times."

Getting closer and closer, he lifts his arms to meet his fingers with Elena's cheek. Closing her eyes, Gaster gets closer and closer from her ear.

"You look so beautiful and sexy, my dear. "