"So you and Gaster made a deal?" Sans had asked.
"Pretty much," The demon answered, "My plan was to wait for right before the barrier would close, then go and take what was owed to me. I didn't exactly expect you to start killing so early on."
"Eh," Sans said, "But uh... yeah, I'm kinda trying to wrap my skull around this. So you're technically my Father? As in, Dad that left for the store like 30 years ago but never came back, but in this case it was more of 'Dad who made me with a hand'."
"I didn't intend to leave you, it's very rare for me to be able to have children on earth. I wanted to get you as soon as possible." He said, adjusting in his seat. "But instead I found an empty lab when I went back, I didn't even get Gaster's soul."
"I may have sorta scattered him across space and time," Sans said, "But I'm actually half demon?"
"Half demon, half monster," The demon answered.
"So how come I've never noticed?" Sans asked, "I got my Gaster Blasters and bone attacks from Gaster, and the determination is what really makes me more powerful. I never grew any horns or tail or experienced anything 'demon-y'."
"It was a part of the experiments, Gaster wanted to suppress your demonic powers to not interfere. The experiment was to see how determination affects monsters and how it could increase their strength, if you were a demon the results would be tainted, even if half demon. So we decided to exchange another deal. I would allow him to repress your demon side, then when I would come to collect you, I would simply release it. That's likely why you never noticed, as it's still repressed."
Sans was silent for a moment, rethinking over everything he's ever experienced. Sans used the determination and the monster magic to fight, he never had any snippets of any 'demonic' powers.
But...
"I always thought I was 'allergic' to blood," Sans said, "My magic would act up and increase, acting wildly. I always thought my magic just didn't like blood and dust, but that isn't the case, is it?"
"Aw, you're so smart!" The demon said, "You're right, you never were really sick. It was your demonic side of your soul reacting to the blood, demons react to that kind of stuff. That's why you became more powerful and magical after you touched blood. You weren't sick, your demon side was preparing you for a fight, trying to wiggle it's way out."
"Wait, wait," Hewey said, holding out his arms. "I have a very important question. Is his demon side like, alive? Where it had its own mental thought process, and it's basically just an edgy-ier version of my Dad?"
"That's what you're asking about? Not about how you just found out your Dad is part demon?" Sans asked.
"Have you seen our family? I figured some parts of us were probably demon," Hewey said.
"No, it's still his soul," Zalgo said, "Sans is still Sans, there's no alternate personality."
"Darn it, I wanted to see some Bleach anime stuff where you two would fight over the body or something," Hewey mumbled.
"I thought you hated Bleach," Sans said.
"Leonie made me watch it with her," Hewey said, "And you can't blame me for wanting to see an edgy version of my Dad. That sounds awesome."
"It does!" The demon said, "With horns and a tail, red eye lights."
"And then he'd have sharp teeth like you do, be wearing red and black," Hewey continued.
"I have to write down a note to dress him up like that," The demon said, "But it took actual years to get you here, you have no idea. Slender and I don't see eye to eye on some things-"
"He doesn't have eyes," Hewey muttered.
"Well, underneath his skin he does have this weird looking pair of eyes," Sans said, "You haven't seen it though."
"He usually only pulls his skin back fully from his face whenever he's p*ssed, and if I even walked near you he would f*cking obliterate me," Zalgo said, "Well, at least he would try. We've been enemies for longer than electricity was created."
"Okay then, that is a very long time," Sans said, "So I'm part demon... oh man, not sure how to react."
"Congratulations, it's a boy," Hewey said.
"That's what I said to Gaster when you were born," Zalgo said.
"Fun," Sans said, "Yeah, okay. So you're my Dad, my actual blood Dad?"
"I gave more than Gaster did when you were born, so you and I are more related than he and you were. But you're here now, that's what counts! It took years, but I finally got you here!"
Sans sighed. He wasn't really sure how to react to this. So this demon guy was his Dad? And he was part demon? Sans was trying to keep his cool, but it was growing increasingly difficult.
"Okay, okay, let me just... okay," Sans said, "So you're my Dad."
"Sure thing," The demon said, "Sorry for that introduction, I had planned it more cooler... there was supposed to be fire but when I was practicing my curtains caught on fire and now I need new curtains. You're my child, and he's my grandson. Which is awesome, because I've never had grandchildren before!"
"Am I like your first kid?" Sans asked, "I thought you said that you've had more."
"In the past, yeah," He said, leaning back in his chair. "Before I did, but they were more human than demon. It also didn't help that people liked to burn others at the stake, that killed off a lot of them. Then technology improved, so people asked for children less, it really bummed down my numbers. Right now I only have three kids because of how few people are willing to make deals with demons. I've had to change tactics just to get souls. Sure, a girl won't give her soul to be fertile with a child, but she's all welcome to giving her soul away just to beat that one jump on that minecraft parkour she was playing on. You and Papyrus weren't even results of someone wanting a child, either, all he cared about was science. I still get souls regularly, but children? Nope."
"What's so important about making deals to have children?" Sans asked.
"Nothing about demon children in general, but being born on earth? That's different," He said, "A demon with a demon just produces a normal demon, nothing special about it. But if you have a child with someone on earth, that connects that demons soul to the dimensional layers. Most demons aren't powerful enough to even leave hell, and those that are can't have a physical form on earth, they have to steal one. Possessing bodies or dolls, the bus for example. Weaker demons can be summoned by those awful games you guys like to play, the one board one."
"You mean the ouija board?" Hewey asked.
"That one, yeah." The demon pointed at his grandson. "Hell itself has somewhat of a barrier around it, like you monsters had, but it's different. The purpose of it is to more so sort through the souls that pass on through, to make sure their dead, and to keep angels out."
"Does that mean we're-"
"No, you're not dead, that's just silly," The demon said, "You guys were brought down here on the bus, that demon is a special one. They use the void to collect souls from earth and forcefully bring them down here. You guys still have a physical form, but dead souls and demons are only souls here. No physical forms for on earth."
"So you guys are sort of like Sally, where her physical form is her soul?" Sans asked.
"Ah, the child." The demon crossed his legs. "She's different, she was supposed to die. She is somewhat like us, yes, but her determination forcefully kept her connected to the earth. That's what gives her the ability for her soul to be her physical form. Demons can't do that. We have no abilities to physically walk amongst humans and monsters without using a pre-existing body. That's kinda why you're important to my plans, because you can walk in both hell and the earth. Well, not yet. You're demon powers are still repressed, and you don't know how to cross the hell barrier."
"The hell barrier just sorts through souls?" Hewey asked, "Is there a special way to pass it?"
"It also acts as a way to keep things in, just as much as it acts to keep things out," The demon said, "Keeps those annoying angels out, and it keeps the undead souls in. Some demons can't even pass it, they aren't powerful enough. You have to have a somewhat decent demonic power to cross the barrier surrounding hell, and even after that only a select handful of those demons are powerful enough to possess something on earth without being summoned. But half demons like my little boy-"
"I don't think I know you enough for you to call me that," Sans said.
"Well, I missed out when you were younger!" The demon said almost exasperated, "But fine, half demons like squishy cheeks over there both have the physical form to live on earth, but the demonic powers to cross through the barrier in hell. That's why I try to make as many deals as I can with humans or monsters, it really helps boost those numbers."
"Then how did you get to Gaster to make the deal, if half demons are the only ones with the physical form?" Sans asked.
"The void," Zalgo said, "Demons that cross the barrier could go through the void overlapping your world to watch what happens. That's why people sometimes get a chill in certain areas, that's usually where we're standing. We use the void to visit the earth, but it's more like we're watching from a different level of a floor. We can see what happens, but most of us can't interact with the lower floor unless we went down there ourselves, in the form of possessions. I used a coffee table."
"You... you talked to Gaster through a coffee table?" Sans asked,
"So your Dads are basically a hand and a coffee table," Hewey said, looking up at Sans.
"Your Dads are a half demon and some guy who wears a mask with makeup, I don't wanna hear it," Sans joked.
"How did you two exactly... have me?" Sans asked.
"He took out a chunk of his hand for the physical form and DNA, and gave some of his magic. I filled in the rest by giving my magic," Zalgo said, "We can still use our powers in the world, that's why some people think their houses are haunted when we close doors with our magic, or move things around. It's mostly just us being bored.'
"So why did you bring me down here?" Sans finally asked, shifting on his feet.
"A lot of reasons," The demon said, "But first and foremost you were brought here for introductions! Which we just did."
"We still don't know your name," Hewey pointed out.
"My bad," The demon chuckled, "My name is Zalgo."
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