Chapter's theme:

[Dj-Jo- Song of Healing- Dubstep-Epicstep]

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The good smell of the quiche filled the room, the marvelous smell of the spinach eggs quiche. Why does she leaves a good quiche under that bench? She doesn't even know. But every time she leaves one and then gets back here the following day, the quiche is no longer there. Now the woman knows, she's not the only one to sit on that lonely bench, just beside a magnificent EchoFlower, its blue light lightning the room.

But this time, the flower is agitated, waving graciously at a calm rhythm.

"Thanks for the quiche... I mean these quiches... They are perfect"

Surprised, Flows gets up immediatly from the bench, dark blue flames encasing her hands, vibrating. The misterious man voice echoed from the blue flower, and echoed through the room.

Calming down, she takes a deep breath into her joint, exhaling by her nose and orbits the grey smoke, the powerful-smelled smoke.

"Are you gonna talk dearie?"

Looking at the odd figure, sitting on the bench, Flow remembers everything, so intrigued by the male's voice, making her forgetting about the person she was talking to.

Its short brown hair hides its eyes, but they are glowing in a deep scarlet color, making them visible through the thick straight hair. The long red skirt, splited at its thight, lets a sight of its boney leg. Its long-sleeved shirt is in a deep red, but not as deep as the color of its eyes, with some black lace at the end. The most remarkable thing is its choker, made with black velvet, along with a golden infinite symbol, the symbol of the imaginary. The discreet red and silver shiny katana at its back is in the golden and silver sheath, directly held by the red magic. A silver signet ring rests on her medium finger, with a beautiful ruby at the center, infinite symbols and stars around it, along with two eagles.

"Have you finished to drool on me?
-Fuck you, says harsly Flow"

Its tinny laugh echoes around the room, the hand which held its head is now pushing some hair from its white face, revealing the smooth boney face, a large grin upon its lips.

"Have ya just forget why you wanted to talk to meh? says the annoyed voice.
-Hm nope. You know a lot of things about the souls...
-Hey! If you wanted to talk to someone who knows the souls subjects at the tip of its fingers, you could just ask Rainbow.
-Rainbow ?
-Yeah... You know... Ink's wife... The woman skeleton...
-I don't heard a thing about her, sorry.
-Oh well... Well... She's our matriarch... The Elena kind's great Matriarch. She's been a human too, created by Ink a thousand years ago, before claiming to be a skeleton on her death bed. And then you have the Rainbow I know today.
-She was a human too?
-Yes, but she didn't like her human form at all, that's why she's the happier Elena from all the universes.
-Oh ok...
-I will call her, and she'll come here when she will have some time okay? You know, with the school...
-Yep, you are right... Oh so she's our principal right? asks the blue haired woman.
-Yes this is her. That's why I was a bit confused that you didn't know her.
-That's because I've never met her or even talked about with someone.
-Oh, this is stupid. So, I'm gonna leave, 'cause I have a wrestling session with "the goddess of the war".
-ReaperTale!Undyne?
-Yes, yes, I'm bothering her by calling her goddess, and that's fun... Even I don't really understand because we are literally goddesses sharing the title of Goddess of War... But nevermind.
-Say hello to your fiancee from my part.
-M'kay! Toriel says that she's gonna invent a new recipe for a pie that you need to try... Hey wait! Who told you that I'm engaged?
-Parchy.
-Oh shoot. Then you know that... stopped the red clothed skeleton
-You're french kissing Toriel and soon getting wed with her? Yes. And also cunn...
-STAHP STAHP... Oh gosh... You Echo Elenas are so much perverse... Wow...
-Yea that's right, smirks Flow.
-I'm going to take a break from you and Hell, I'm going to the UnderTale universe, kicking a bit Parchemin's ass.
-She's perverse too.
-Less than ya, retorts the goddess.
-That's my nature, I can't do anything about it.
-Yes, but she does some efforts, and she's an Elena like you.
-Fuck off.
-I love you too, dearie
-Get impaled onto Toriel paws! says grumpily Flow
-I won't miss every bit of pleasure of it if I do it tonight~."

Flow looks at her friend, a disgust expression upon it. The Goddess is as perverse as she is, and even more. She imagines the scene, narrowing her eyes as she concentrate at the reality in order to escape that thought. The skelewoman in front of her lets little giggles escaping her mouth.

"Alrighty, get the fuck of my universe, Elena, you're making my dirty mind imagine some... Scenes that I want to avoid, exclaims the blue haired skeleton.
-I won't get the fuck out of here if you don't say my full name.
-Please, Elena, Goddess of the Reality and the War, can you get your ass out of my universe?
-That's better Flow. See ya around with G kissing ya as deeply as I do with Toriel!
-Holy shit I'm going to tear apart your limbs!
-Goodbye heh!"

In a wink, Elena teleports, letting the room empty from her laughs. Flows sighs, shaking her head, and finally sits down on the wooden bench, a big cloud of grey toxic smoke escaping her head by her cracks upon her skull.

There are so many Elenas, Jesus Christ... But not enough: there are just fifty Elenas upon this reality, and thousands and thousands of Sanses, Papyruses and etc. That's a very little number of Elenas that the timelines and reality must rest upon. That's why universes cease to exist: without the Elenas, the universe can be fragile from any attack.

"Yo sis"

The mysterious and familiar voice wakes Flow from her thoughts, standing her up yet, ready for fighting the one who bothers her.

"Heya! Calm down... It's me! You thought it was G or whut?"

Flow sighs at the sight of her best friend, looking at her chocker, with as a pendent a beautiful 2D iron skull from the day of the dead, with beautiful patterns.

"Heya? Why are you so absent-minded sister?
-I dunno... says Flow, as she shakes her head and returns her gaze into Hell's purple irises.
-Maybe we can walk a bit-
-Yes! Good idea, but I prefer to teleport directly to the jail, I need to go in there.
-Okay, no problem."

Flow invokes a blue portal, dark in the inside, as she walks through, closely followed by Hell.

The two women reach the Void by the portal, walking onto the invisible ground, each one keeping an odd silence.

Flow doesn't even know what to say, about Elena or else. It's like she couldn't even open herself for her friend. Everything is in the merge of being pronounced, but a barrier prevents these words, these fragile words, such as her a this period.

No sound can be audible in the Void. Error would always torture a Sans, everytime Flow teleports she can hear these sobs and shouts, but listening now to the strange silence consumes her.

Walking now toward the other portal to the jail, her feet hit the ground at a quick pace, the same as the skelewoman who is walking just beside her, her purple irises looking at nothing.

"I... starts Flow. I've seen ReaperTale!Elena, for what we have done the other day.
-Ah oh... And what did she say?
-She didn't let me time to talk about the problem as she directly says that we need to see Rainbow.
-Rainbow ? Oh cool!
-What? Don't tell me you know her?! asks Flow
-Why? She's so cool! It's been a long time ago that we know each other.
-Am I the only one who didn't know that she was our principal and who she's?
-Yes Flow, you are the only one, chuckles Hell. But maybe the Elena before you knew her.
-Not stupid...
-Yep. One question, how did you feel when we did it?
-It was draining all my magic, I was feeling weird and weak, as I feel the red soul beating in each bone of my body.
-Same feelings as me... But the "fusion" isn't normal... Maybe we are compatible for that kind of fusions. Everything is strange gosh... I was so fuckin' stressed out when I knew that we had fusioned. I thought I'll never see my body and you again."

Flow smiles at Hell's words. Lifting her head from the sight of the non-existant floor, the woman skeleton puts her right arm onto Hell's shoulders, grinning.

"Heheh! You like me too much! says with a smirk the blue-haired skeleton.
-Pfft, not even true, boi.
-Yeah yeah, believe you boiiiiii"

Rolling her purple irises, Hell sighs as she keeps going, going through the blue portal, her friend walking on her footsteps.

Exiting the portal and the thick air of the Void, Flow finally enters yet the real world, the warm and wet atmosphere of the jail hitting her bones, even with her iron armor.

Their footsteps echo through the corridor and into the cells, making the prisoners' bodies to shake against the grey concrete wall, Flow listening to their gorgeous sounds of fright.

Then, the famous iron door rests in front of her, with just a little square hole with bars, sweet sounds of a calm breath escaping from the hole. A big smirk makes its way onto her face as she hits with an huge bang by her fist the door.

A surprised and a bit high-pitched groan can be heard, chuckles cannot be prevented anymore, leaving sweetly Flow's mouth and spiky teeth.

As bones popping and bonetrousles get closer, the blue-haired Chief of the Royal Guard lifts her head in order to look at the freshly stressed out skeleton, his red irises covered by a cloud of anger. Her playful glare looks at his mad expression, despite his stone face.

"Heya you... Did ya sleep well beauty? says Flow with a wink and a playful smirk
-Fuck off, fuckin' chief of my ass.
-If I'm the chief of yar ass, ya wanna some bdsm? asks the blue haired woman with a big smirk onto her smooth face.
-If I can kill you after that, I'll do whatever ya want sweetheart.
-You call me sweetheart one last time and YOU. ARE. DEAD."

Her white pupils disappears in order to let dark, darker, yet darker orbits, as her hands compress between her fingers the bars, stroking it.

"You little shit, says Flow, tightening her jaw"

With that last one swear, as now G's face was just at a few centimeters, his gorgeous red irises looking down at her and his face a bit lighted up by the light of the corridor, Flow growls like a panther and let the bars, branded by her powerful boney hands.

The blue haired skelewoman turns around, looking at Hell, with an angry look.

"Holy-
-Flow! Get your ass here!"

Surprised, the woman turns her head toward the end of the corridor, seeing a goat, back to the door frame, his red eyes looking intensely at her, with the door a bit opened at his side.

"Yeah, coming sir."

Patting Hell's shoulder, Flow gives her a quick smile before rushing toward the tall white goat with his dark gown, with under his gown black trousers, and his long curly horns. The white goat pushes Flow inside the room, and then shuts with a loud bang the iron door.

The skeleton gazes every bit of the empty and silent rest room, the wooden tables and chairs, the stone walls.

Suddenly, one arm envelopps her waist, pulling her towards the wall next to the door, facing it. The powerful arm tighten its grasp, a hand slipping in her back in order to detach every piece of her iron armor.

Fearful, Flow is paralized, in that state as a mouth kisses her boney neck, licking every vertebrae, Flow holds every moan, and the biggest moans when he kisses her sweet spot.

"You taste so fuckin' good, Chief. Lemme taste inside you now~"

These words pronounced close to her skull with a whisper make her gag. Asriel had always a flirty demeanor towards Flow, but he is going too far, like the other, and that's what is scaring the crap out of the blue haired woman. She is now glued on the wall by Asriel's imposing body, every piece of her armor being pulled away.

"If you shout or try to flee, you are gonna be punished, my dear sweetheart."

She tries to breath after his words, but his fluffly paw slips under her shirt and another one slips under her jeans, making shivers down her spine. She can feel his prominent erection by the fabric of her jeans, as he starts to buck a bit his hips to gain some friction by his trousers. Asriel chin rests on her shoulder, enjoying every warm bone of her, thinking about everything he could do to her all the day and night.

"Summon it for me, dearie"

~

"NO! PLEASE NO! LET ME ALONE!
-You're in heat, let me help you dear, like you wanted. You want me to fuck you until you cannot move again."

His boney fingers dig into her hip bones, kissing her roughly, penetrating his tongue inside her mouth, exploring every bit of her lavander tongue, enveloping himself around her. His tongue pulsates against her one, making the skelewoman moan into the kiss, as he pins her to the wall.

Her orbits shut tightly as a hand slips under her shirt, another holding her thight, making her wrapping her legs around his waist. His now free hand slips under her jeans, rubbing her pelvis. She is a moaning mess in his arms.

"Argh... G... Ga-
-Ush... Ush...Elena~... Don't say a thing, moan my name, my little slut"

~

Before he starts to rub Flow's pelvis, she takes her courage between her two boney hands and punch with a big tentacle Asriel.

Falling onto the ground, the prince takes his face between his large fluffly white paws, as Flow rushes in order to get out of the room the fastest she can.

Shutting the door by a tentacle, she rushes fast toward Hell, who's watching her with a very worried expression, her precedent smile disappearing.

"What the fuck is happening sis? asks Hell, a shaky voice escaping her throat.
-Don't worry. Just don't get in jail for me. There's always a solution without going in this frickin' jail. Love ya and see ya."

Flow resumes her race, going faster and faster through the grey hallway. The door at the end of the corridor bursts open, an angry Asriel exiting the room, one paw on his face, Hell looking with a disgust look the bulge in his pants, understand then that he had assaulted Flow when her glare rests on his face.

"GO FUCKING CHASE HER! FUCKING ROYAL GUARDS! shouts at the phone Asriel."

Flow turns a bit her head, seeing far off Asriel approaching G and Hell. Summoning a dark blue portal, Flow jumps and dives into the infinite Void, where the time is stopped in the Reality.

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Hell's POV:
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The white goat starts to approach Hell, who's back to the concrete wall, a big grin onto his lips. His dancing red irises starts a waltz, examining her dark cracks upon her skull, her magnificent brown curly hair, then her boney lips (?), finishing with her gorgeous purple and lavander irises.

"I'm warning you, I have already a boyfriend, fuzzy-boi, spits EchoTale!GasterElena, looking him with an annoyed glare. I'm not afraid of ya.
-Heheh... I like resistant women.
-I'm not your friend, Asriel.
-Me neither, Hell. "

His piercing eyes glare another time to the skelewoman before turning around, looking at the surprised expression upon G's face.

"My friend, if you capture her and take her here, you'll be free from the cell you are into.
-I'm on your side, Asriel.
-Good to hear"

The sound of a unlocked door echoes through the corridor, the heavy iron door opening quickly, the tall figure of G standing now outside his cell, his fur hood on his head, a red iris visible in the darkness of his face.

EchoFell!GasterSans starts to walk, toward the direction where Flow disappeared. Hell gets apart from the wall, walking at the middle of the hallway, just in front of the tall Gaster!Sans. As he's getting closer, Hell lifts her hand, putting it on his clothed chest.

"Friend, don't do that, for your own good. Let her be. Let her be herself. If you don't wanna fall in dust, don't touch her.
-Hell, starts Asriel. If you don't want to be in that jail, in a cell, let G find Flow and bring her back to me."

As a smile takes place onto G's face, Hell's stone face breaks down, her eyes lost into G's leather jacket. G puts a hand onto her friend's shoulder, pushing her away.

But Hell envelopps roughly his wrist, tightening her grip, scraching a bit his bones with her boney fingers.

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                   ❤️💙🕳️~🕳️💙❤️
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Her plate onto her hand, she sighs as she glares another time yet at the furniture of the house. It's been so long since she woke up, since she had this boney corpse as her new body.

But something, despite of the new joy of her new life, still invades her thoughts. Frisk. She is everywhere, invading the rare moments she can share with Sans. In fact, it's been a while that something make her soul twich at the sight of Sans. Even though he was mean with her, she feels something for him... But when she wanted to tell him, Frisk appeared and hugged Sans, distracting him from her, as he left without a wave or a goodbye. Everytime she feels jealousy fill up her soul, with a great anger.

But besides of that, she starts to really feel alone. Gaster don't even take care of her, even she was his creation. Nope, he was always on something new, or sleeping. Even Papyrus... Papyrus prefers to go seeing his friends instead of according some time to Elena.

In order to passing time, Elena discovers the drawing. The first time she had drawn, it was an autoportrait, that was awesome. Since, she had a decade of drawings, two as autoportraits, one as the house from the outside, one as the little dog she saw the other day, and the rest as Sans portraits. Even when she's drawing she can get him out of his mind.

But the event that break her heart into shards was when Frisk enters her room without Elena noticed. Unfortunately, she saw her drawings in the bottom of the third drawer. She saw her three or two autoportraits, where realistic lust can be seen in the eyes of her representation, or where her tongue lolls out with her orbits half closing, sitted half-naked onto a bed.

But Frisk had also seen the countless drawings of Sans, Neko or normal, where he was happy, sad, angry, and... Lustful. Frisk took them and then got out of her room, jogging in the stairs, soon joining Elena and Sans in the kitchen, where Elena tried to express her feelings... But too late: Frisk jumped into Sans's arms, showing immediately the papers.

As Elena came back to reality, she noticed that they were her papers, her drawings. Her orbits had widen as Sans glared at her, with a mad glare, his red irises becoming larger. Nothing coming out of her mouth, she escaped the kitchen, in the merge of crying from shame.

Since that day, she doesn't even rest a glare onto Sans, too ashamed from that episode, as she always gives death glares at Frisk, who pulls out her tongue and silently giggling.

Since that day, she come up from her room rarely, barricaded into her own thoughts, and never seen her drawings again.

That day is special. Everyone was hanging out with their friends, so letting Elena alone by herself. For that morning, she cooks some bacon and eggs for her, sitting on the couch, and enjoying the good breakfast. Somehow, during eating, she remembers every flashback or day-dreams she had since Frisk arrived. Each of them were about Frisk killing everyone. At first, she tries to warn the skelefamily, but nothing, they don't even show attention for her. Sans finally said that she was becoming crazy, that they should send her into the Void again.

When Elena have finally finished her breakfast, she quickly washes the plate and comes back to the living room. At the middle of the room, she does a headstand, trying to relax and to breathe normally. Resting her forearms and head onto the ground, she closes her eyes, swiming into the infinite darkness of her soul, blue tentacles summoned around her.

Suddenly, the front door bursts open with a bang. Elena doesn't move, not even caring about the one who had opened violently the wooden door.

"What the fuck are you doing, weirdo?"

Without listening to the skeleton that Elena recognizes the voice, she doesn't move yet.

"Hey! I talk to you piece of shit! Respond to me!
-Fuck off you dickhead."

This is the only sentence Elena pronounces since she doesn't glare or talk to him. Sans is taken aback from her words, but soon tsk, going to the kitchen.

But surprisingly, an odd presence makes goosebumps through Elena's spine. Opening, she sees Frisk not far from her, a sick grin onto her face.

The sudden change of expression makes Elena lose her balance, before landing on her hands and feet upside down, such as a bridge.

The blue haired skeleton quickly gets up, gazing Frisk with a death glare. The teenager simply giggles, her sickening grin becoming larger and larger.

"Do you really think that Sans will be yours? Hahahaha! He wil be MINE! Only MINE! whispers-shouts Frisk, a knife into her hands.
-You are mad, Frisk. If you touch one bone of his or mine, I'm gonna kill you.
-Try me, bitch."

A new form of anger encases Elena's soul, as she takes Frisk by the neck, pinning her onto the wall next to her, choking her a little.

" You're playing with us... All these timelines you kill Sans and the others in front of me... You're gonna be my punching ball...
-Heheheh....
-Don't try to run away this ti-"

All of a sudden, a red envelop encases her soul and body, pinning them onto the wall at her left. Sans comes back from the kitchen, running toward Frisk, hugging her.

" DON'T DO THAT! SHE'S PLAYING WITH US! SHE'S GONNA KILL YOU SANS!
-What are you even talking about? That little angel will not hurt us! But you're gonna do it, you're too powerful, you wanted to kill her!
-NO PLEASE NO! LET ME GO! I'M INNOCENT! I'VE SEEN HER IN MULTIPLES TIMELINES! SHE KILLS YOU SANS!
-You are lying, Elena! We shouldn't have wake ya up.
-But-but... SANS... I... LOVE... YOU! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"

A sickening grin makes its way onto Sans's face, the grasp around Elena's soul tightening, making her yelp in pain. Suddenly, a pack of bones stab her body, making her shout in pain.

"ARGH! PLEASE SANS NO! NOO ! THIS HURTS! SAAAANNNS! STOPPP ! PLEASEE !"

Her shout makes her wake up instantly, breathing quickly, sitting on her bed. The door of her room bursts open, a worry Gaster running towards her bed.

"Hey? What's wrong? You had a nightmare dear?"

Elena cannot respond, sobs coming from her mouth along with sweet cries, she just nods. The pulsating blue hair of the skelewoman make some blue light, lightening up a bit Gaster's face into the thick darkness.

Remembering every movement of Sans, Gaster pulls Elena closer from him, hugging her tighly, whispering sweet words, rubbing slow circles onto her back, and stroking her hair with two more hands.

"Ush... Everything is alright... I'm here... The only one to reconfort you... Ush..."

                                    ~

The memory of her nightmare makes Elena slightly shaking, remembering every expression upon the skelefamily.

She woke up this morning with Gaster cuddling her, his warm bones making her sweetly sigh. She panicked before remembered that he consoled her when she woke up from her nightmare.

Sitting not so far from him, standing in front of a white board, Elena looks him, thinking about something, her hundredth puzzle finished in front of her with a Rubisk cube.

A bell suddenly echoes, Gaster immediately turns around, looking at me with a rare happy face.

"It's a surprise for you, don't move, I'm coming back"

He then rushes towards the stairs, letting the blue haired skeleton alone, looking another time at her finished puzzle.

After a few minutes, getting annoyed, she gets up, walking to the white board and opening a black marker.

Gaster jogs into the stairs, quickly reaching Elena, who's continuing the equation.

"I want you to meet that teenager, Elena"

Turning around, the blue haired skeleton glares at the teenager not so far from her. She has short straight brown hair, along with cute little pinky cheeks, and scarlet irises. She's wearing a long sleeved shirt striped in black and red, with black pants. That girl in front of her makes Elena remember some details about her nightmare.

Frisk. She just look like Frisk!.

"Her name is Chara. Chara Dreemur, announced Gaster"