What a beautiful day today. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming.
Gaster wrapped his arms against his chest, glancing away. After the fire, they had nothing but each other. Out of school. With no home or family to call their own. They ended up sleeping underneath a tree next to a river. When he woke up, though, Jandle was standing above a corpse. Some human man with several bone attacks impaled into his back.
"Oh, sorry," She muttered, looking over at him, "He started being noisy and yelled at us to leave because we were homeless. I didn't want him to wake you up."
Gaster glanced around. "Jandle, the body is out in the open."
"Yeah."
"That means we need to get rid of it."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry again. You just look..."
Ah, right. He felt a liquid on his cheek, warm and new. Blood. It must have splattered.
"We should probably push the body into the river," Gaster said as she approached.
"In a moment, hun," She said, settling onto his lap. "I promise I'll be quick. Real quick."
The body was pushed into the river later. They rinsed out the blood from their clothes and continued on their way.
Gaster couldn't recall how long they had been homeless for. But he did know it was long enough for them to become more creative and careful with their words. They started learning how to when they were younger. Now they were perfecting their craft.
It was when they were at a bar when they caused their first intense stir in the population. Jandle sipping on a hardcore drink, legs crossed.
"It's rubbish!" The monster at the bar had been saying, tossing the paper against the wood. "Did you read the paper? I did, I say, and it's complete ridiculousness. No same sex marriage? Our new Queen has gone mad with baby fever!"
"Really? She hasn't even worn the crown for three weeks, yet she goes out of her way to decide that couples who can't have children don't deserve to even marry?" The bartender grasped at the paper before rolling their eyes. "Oh, diddles, fucking got a stuck up prick did we. King sure does know how to marry. Not like he's much better, the taxes are growing steadfast."
"I don't think that's how the word is used," Someone muttered in the background.
"Is it?"
"I dunno... I'm drunk as fuck mate..."
"It is crazy, isn't it?" Jandle had added, turning around to join them. "Think about it. She hasn't changed the sibling law despite some monsters who don't depend on genetics for children, and only added a same sex law? What next? Only people with horns can reproduce? It's pretty clear she's simply using her power to make only her kind last."
"And didn't a rumor recently spread? I heard it from the west. Apparently the goat population down there is three to one. When species like mine are dying, hers are flourishing. Didn't you guys hear? Do you think that she might... actually be trying to kill off other species?" Gaster paused, glancing around the now silent bar. "It's just something I've been pondering lately."
A lie, of course. The goat population was actually dwindling. Losing their numbers. But these people wouldn't know that.
"Those goat monsters are trying to take over the monster population! Not only do we now have a goat King, but now a Queen? And they passed those laws!" Someone random yelled out.
"Wouldn't you guys say goat monsters care for nothing but themselves? She's straight so she made anti gay laws. She can't reproduce within her family so she didn't touch the incest laws. Queen Toriel is picking away at anyone who isn't a straight goat monster. I wonder if the humans are next after she gets rid of monsters like us, right?" Jandle said.
It was a stupid notion with little evidence. But people were angry, and angry people were suggestible. Especially when they wanted to keep being angry. They didn't want the truth, they just wanted to fight. Really, the Queen was just a homophobic woman who didn't understand gay people. These people now believed she had an agenda to take over the monster population and thought she deserved to be taken out of power.
Not that Gaster minded, though. Seriously? Anti gay laws? Especially for a population who depended on love in order to survive? Humans were one thing, they were all natural assholes always looking for a fight. But he thought monsters would be better than this.
Guess he was wrong.
They didn't find out until a week later what happened. Apparently someone from some group was at the bar that day. Some monster hate group made by humans. Their words influenced a major genocide of goat monsters, by worried humans that thought the goat monsters were trying to take over all races. The effects were so devastating that it tipped the goat population from somewhat decent to barely standing. And after a few hundred years, Toriel and Asgore were the last reported goat monsters at all.
So now they felt a hint of what it was like to be Gaster and Jandle. That felt nice.
But the power at the time... it was outstanding. Exhilarating. They made this happen. Just by manipulating one single person at a bar. They caused the genocide of so many monsters.
He never felt so powerful before. They did that.
"Do you think they'll ever let us leave?"
As the Mario theme song played on the T.V, Sans clicked at the controller. After watching show after show got boring, they both decided to compete a little in some video games. Sans and Alphys used to do it all the time. Not anymore.
"Tibia honest, bro, they won't. You see how they treat us. We ain't full adults to them yet." Sans jumped over a pit on the screen, progressing forward to the finishing zone. "And I dunno how long that'll last for. They might never consider us adults."
"At least they aren't making us participate in the cult, right?" Papyrus asked. "I don't know if I'd ever be able to."
That was the one good thing in this situation. That they weren't forcing them to kill or hurt anyone. They were just practically on house arrest. Any anxiety over his brother getting hurt was gone. Now Sans just had to figure out how to keep the two of them sane in the lions den.
It... wasn't all that bad. They got delicious food and a seemingly eternal allowance for their hobbies. And when they behaved their friends didn't die. Just let their parents know what they were doing at all times and everyone was good.
It was fine. They'd be fine. As long as Papyrus was safe. And they could learn true happiness here. He was sure they could.
Not like they had a choice.
"I don't want kids."
The sentence was sudden, as if Papyrus was just ripping off the band-aid and throwing it out there. Sans turned to look at him. Silently.
"I... I like kids, sure, but I don't... I've never wanted any... of my own, or our own," Papyrus said. He took a breath before continuing. "And now that this happened, that only confirmed my feelings."
"That's probably a good thing," Sans said, setting down the controller to instead hold his knees against his chest, folded upon himself. As if to hide from the world. "I never really cared about being a parent, bro, but uh... definitely not now."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
The T.V continued the theme song despite the two having long since lost interest in the game. Outside, Sans could hear birds chirping away. They've been louder lately.
"Why'd ya bring it up suddenly?" He asked.
"Mom mentioned briefly last night that she... she and Gaster were planning on helping us grow up soon," Papyrus glanced over. "And if that means what I think it does..."
"Oh."
They probably didn't mean that. Did they? If their idea of becoming adults was starting their own family, that would not be very good for them. He wouldn't have really considered it before, but the fact that their parents didn't consider two grown men, in their thirties, to be adults? It made someone think what would make them into adults in their parents eyes.
"We can use an excuse that we wanna adopt, they might..." Sans' sentence fell flat. No. They considered blood first before anything. That was their whole thing. If they wanted the two to have children, they'd make it happen. Whether they wanted it or not.
"They're going to win. I hate it. No matter what we do, what they do, they always win." Sans ran a hand down his scrunched up face, other hand gripping into a fist. "They got Toriel wrapped around their finger, we ain't got any more friends, and they can make us have children even though we don't want to. Hell, give them a week and they'll probably convince us that we would be better off with kids."
"I... I kinda always missed when it was just the two of us, when I didn't know our parents were... nyeh heh, you know, mass serial killers." Papyrus rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I liked just being able to wake up in our house that was just ours. And being able to see you wake up for the first time that day. Underground was nice, in Snowdin. I don't hate children, but I just... I don't like the idea of raising one, is all. I just want a house of ours to be you and me, and that's it."
"Heh. Yeah, me too."
He let himself flop down back onto the bed. It'd be nice to feel like an actual adult again. And to not be trapped in this house. And to not be constantly afraid of his parents. Or even going outside without their permission.
Without warning, his phone suddenly buzzed. Sans lazily glanced over, expecting it to be his parents or some game notification, instead finding a simple text. From Toriel of all people.
'I can't wait to see you at the party, Sans, it's been awhile! - Toriel'
"Party?" Sans asked, sitting up more.
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