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Creators: thebananafrappe (deactivated, reactivated), azulandrojo

Archival Process: thebananafrappe #axetale on azulandrojo blog at 14Feb17

Major Contributors: mercy-monster // Zemiki (hearsay atm)

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(Undertale is property of Toby Fox, thus I hold no legal rights to it. CORE!Frisk is Dokudoki’s creation, Gaster!Sans is commonly found in Echotale and or Underpatch which were created by Yoralim and Borurou respectively, ERROR!Sans was created by Lover of Piggies and Axetale is the creation of Bananafrappe and Azulandrojo while most of the artwork for their AU comes from Mercy-Monster. These are all ideas I’ve borrowed and they’re to be credited with these things, although this story is my creation so thanks for reading and please check the earlier mentioned creators out. Please enjoy!)

Jerry, vermilion embers burning so bright as to appear larger than they’d been, stared silently at the Revenant before him. His embers shuddered to and fro in the cloud of his body, their motion resembling that of any solid monster’s eyes with the shaking of the head, as he brought a hand to his head. “That’s...That’s a lot to process there, Gas.”

G, his left eye having returned to its rusty shade of orange as his right eye lit with a somber, gentle glow of mauve that held a generous glittering of periwinkle-merely nodded with a drag of his cigarette. Jerry’s use of the old shorthand for Gaster’s name, although slightly irritating, wasn’t intolerable or necessarily unwanted. At this point in time, this was about Jerry and his grasping with the reality of their situation.

If G’d been patient enough to not kill Error, then he could be patient for a coworker of one half of himself. “If you’re a fusion of a Sans and a Gaster, then where’s our Gaster?” Jerry’s question, although harmless, brought G’s thoughts to a standstill.

If I’m here, then Sans could theoretically fuse with this timeline’s Gaster. G thought, eyes empty of light in apprehension. But Gaster fell into the CORE, no one’s seen him since then and I didn’t see him on the way here-

“Gas. Hey,” Jerry’s voice echoed in G’s skull. “Gas, snap out of it. If you don’t know then you don’t know; don’t go down the rabbit hole, right now.” The enenra’s coals bore into G’s sockets calmly, the impression of a soothing gesture coming across if only for the fact that Jerry’s lack of physical features made him rather disorienting and maybe even unsettling.

“Yeah...” G replied distantly, his left eye glowing slightly brighter than before. “Yeah, not right now.” Suddenly, his expression was that of exact horror. “Jerry, what’s the current state of the CORE?!”

“What?” Jerry responded, confusion audible in his voice’s resemblance to the sound of coals being shuffled. “I dunno, I haven’t gone there since Mettaton went apeshit on anything and everything in sight.”

A shadow befell G’s expression, his left eye burning like a diesel fire in the driest of summers, as he pulled himself out of his chair and forced Jerry to lay down on the bed. The revenant loomed over the enenra ominously, his half-lidded eye burning furiously with each inch the fusion of two monsters made towards Jerry’s “face”. “Jerry,” G muttered softly, the tension in the air of a manner neither was sure they recognized, before shouting. “WHAT’S THE STATUS OF THE CORE?!”

Silence followed the fused monster’s demand for an answer, a clock somewhere in the barrack ticking suddenly becoming the only sound either of them could hear other than the breathing of the three monsters in the building. “I don’t know!” Jerry answered, desperate to escape the presence of the fusion of his former colleague and one of the aforementioned colleague’s two sons. “Honest and for true, I’m clueless. Would you please get off of me?”

G said nothing, glaring damnation upon the socio-psychologist with every inch he drew himself away from the monster below him. Still silent, he strode into the barrack’s kitchen and broom closets, coming out of said locations with trashbags of various objects of seemingly no significance to anyone but himself.

Without a word, G sat himself down at a desk and began creating something with the objects he’d collected. “Uh, G-” A single glance from the revenant was all it took to silence Jerry, with the skeletal monster returning to his work immediately after.

“Testing. Testing. One, two-check, check! This is Gaster, head scientist of the Underground’s Royal Science Division-I’ve developed interdimensional travel and am calling on this channel to anyone with access to Lady Salma of Hyabuzna, does anyone copy?” G said into a headset microphone, a wire of which was connected to a box filled with the bibs and bobs of various electrical devices in a pattern familiar to a piece of telecommunications equipment. Sitting neatly on the desk-attached to the box by another wire-was a small square of wood, atop which was wound yet another wire around a water bottle. The wire of this device was screwed down at six points; one acting as ground, two acting as connection points for the headset’s audio receivers, another holding down the antennae, yet another serving as the detector tie point, and the last one holding down a snipped wire coat-hangar to act as the tuner. Under his breath with his digits over the microphone, G muttered, “C’mon, Olan, pick up the receiver....”

The wire-bound bottle was where G laid one of his hands to slowly tilt to and fro, tapping it impatiently as his gaze kept returning to a broken pencil that hung vertically just over a razor blade with the help of some more wire. Suddenly, the pencil’s lead was practically burning against the blade, getting G to adjust the bottle just once more.

“This is Olan Gerk,” Came a voice through the headset, it being that of a gravelly male. “How did you acquire this frequency? This is a private channel!” G growled under his breath, bringing the hole of his left hand up to his glowing, purple eye for a split second.

“I’m Gaster,” The revenant half-lied. “I’m the Royal Scientist, lead scientist of the Underground’s Royal Science Division, under direct orders from King Asgore to alert neighboring monster societies to prep for nuclear meltdown and runoff. The Underground’s experiencing an epidemic that’s left the populace under major hysterical savagery, most having lost their minds to violent insanity.”

“Wha-”

“I’m calling you,” G interrupted hurriedly, opening a book he pulled out of a drawer at his feet of the desk he sat at. “To alert Lady Salma of Hyabuzna of the nuclear threat we’re all under! The Underground’s inhabitants have damaged our source of power-The CORE-at the center of the dormant volcano our society’s been trapped within, and the CORE’s sustained major damage during the riots. Myself and my associates are under express orders from the King to repair it at all costs, but it’s sustained greater damage than expected.”

“Exc-”

“In the event,” G interrupted again, opening the book at random places as he scrolled it with his eyes and fingertips. “Of nuclear meltdown, all neighboring monster societies should reinforce the barrier(s) containing them to preemptively counteract the potential YKT Event-Level mass extinction this would cause! The CORE’s been generating power without any capability to disseminate it over the past-” G broke off for a second, pulling the headset away from his skull to look at Jerry seriously. “How long did you say it’s been since the Glitch happened?”

“Fifteen years.” Jerry said matter-of-factly, getting G to do a small double take before returning the headset to his skull.

“Damn it, the signal’s bugging out-There, I think I got it!” Olan’s voice came through. “How long did you say the CORE’s been incapable of dissemination of its generated power, please respond.”

“F-Fifteen years. Holy shit, has it really been that long?” G quietly said in a shaky tone, placing a holed hand to his forehead as he got into the persona he was portraying. Shaking his head as he method acted, he continued, “My associate(s) and I are going to attempt reparations of the CORE, but in the event of failure....”

“Alright,” Olan said affirmatively. “I’ve a few more questions for you, Gaster.”

“I know who Lady Salma is because I’ve been in universes where contact between Hyabuzna and the Underground was already pre-established.” G said matter-of-factly, not even a shred of hesitance in his voice. “Before you ask for proof, here it is: you’re a star-nosed member of the race of sapient, bipedal Talpidae-standing at five-inches-three-centimeters, you’re not the tallest your species has to offer. You’ve served neither war nor worship in the past two years of your life, and I’m well-aware of the tumor that is growing from your prostate-I’m the one who found it while I was inserting a tubed message into your ass when I did so. It was extremely awkward for the both of us...”

“...” Silence followed G’s statement, a look of anxiety crossing the revenant’s face with his turning of nobs and adjusting his headset being his immediate response.

“Hel-”

“I haven’t told anyone about that...” Olan’s unnerved mutter came through, interrupting G’s attempt at pointlessly reestablishing a connect. The sound of a small animal’s shaking of water became audible as the sapient mole spoke again, this time with a false audibility of certainty. “But that’s information an ethereal stalker could’ve acquired simply by phasing through buildings and accessing documents. I’m going to need further evidence-I hope you can understand.”

G’s eyes drifted off into space, narrowed in a vain attempt to glare at the mole on the other side of the signal. “I understand.” G said with false, understanding evenness, the glow in his left eye once more aflame against his ossein. “What would you like to know?”

“What is Lady Salma? The public of Hyabuzna is completely unaware of what she is, and only trusted servants or warriors are permitted to observe her.” Olan said, the tone in his voice indicating a sense of crafty wit. “I’m the only radio operator Lady Salma’s permitted to continue my functioning in my field, meaning you’re either a rebel spy or you’re truly from somewhere else than here.” 

Olan’s words made an unimpressed expression creep its way onto G’s face, a slight snort escaping him as it did so. “That’s it?”

“Excuse me?!”

Leaning back in his chair slightly, G cockily responded, “A leviathan. Lady Salma is a leviathan.” He paused, seemingly for effect alone. “She’s no ordinary leviathan, however-oh no! In a sense, she’s less a leviathan and more of a memetic concept that’s taken form and sapience. She appears in the minds and memories of those she so chooses, as a polymeliac orca. Once, and only once, has she taken physical form.”

Silence answered the revenant’s statement, giving G the chance to look at Jerry and jab his thumb towards the backdoor with the words, ‘ten minutes to find shit, and we’re leaving’, playing across his lipless mouth. Jerry merely nodded and began looking through every cupboard, cabinet, and any similar container.

“A-A-Alright....” Came Olan’s shaky response, G returning his attention to the improvised radio set he’d made. “O-One more question, j-just o-o-one....is th-th-this w-wha-wha-wha-what-t-t-t-t I th-th-thin-thin-think it is-s-s-s-s?!”

“It’s a zero-nine-beta-twelve, yeah!” Pulling himself away from the radio set, G clicked his teeth with Thrall appearing at his side in an instant as he summoned the book said bird had given him, into his hand with blue magic. “Let’s go!” The fusion of Sans and Gaster said sternly, face a mask of emotionlessness as, with one look, he sent the makeshift radio set into the aether from which he’d summon it in the event of necessity.

“I got everything I thought you might be able to use, G.” Jerry said nervously, his posture hunched and feeble as said skeletal monster passed by him towards the rear exit.

“Good,” He curtly responded, opening the door with a kick that sent it flying to the now frightened Dogaressa who’s yelp was almost cute if not for the bloodlust in her eye. “‘Cause we’re heading to the CORE after this and we’re gonna be running a few errands along the way. First on the agenda-”

“AAAR!!!” Dogaressa bayed, lunging for G with a slobber dripping from her maw like the savage she was only to find beak of a proxying Snowdrake embedded in her shoulder, another yelp being what followed. Her axes fell onto the snow, the blades sinking into the earth below the cold powder at their feet, as she yanked and pulled at the toothed bird whose bite seemed to sink in deeper with each tug.

A few drops of her saliva found themselves in G’s right eye socket in the instant Dogaressa had been removed from his face, the action leading to Thrall fleeing from his location on said Dog Guard’s torso to allow for its master to take the lead.

The area around them darkened with a matrix of purple squares forming beneath the dishonored Dog Guardsman, G’s left eye a blaze of disgust and resent. “You’re disgusting, mutt!” He said, a geyser of liquid light sending Dogaressa skyward with a yelp as the last word left his mouth.

The axe-less bitch found herself literally eye to eye with G’s shadowed, ghastly, emotionless expression filled with fury in a singular, glowing iris. A whine of fear formed in her throat only to be overtaken by a howl of magic, its power propelling her aggressor through four trees and inevitably decreasing his HP.

“HP: 33/70″ His stats drifted through his thoughts like the snow clouds inside of the cavern they resided in, beneath Mt. Ebott. “Damn,” G chuckled, a trace amount of life’s currency dripping from his grin. “I guess I can’t underestimate you like I did my first Thrall in this AU. Might as well pull out all the stops, then!”

Saying that, he caught sight of Dogaressa dropping onto the barrack roof and onto the ground to retrieve her axes. Jerry had taken on his disgusting guise to dissuade her from attempting consumption of Thrall or himself, relieving G of concern for replacing a former colleague and a Thrall-both of which he could still find a use for.

His relief was overridden with surprise when he found himself within cleaving distance of Dogaressa’s twin battle axes. Oh shit! Was all that went through his head as he ducked beneath the swing of one heavy blade one moment only to hop onto the flat of the other the next. A small sigh escaped him at that, followed by Dogaressa making to clamp her jaws around G’s arm and G summoning a large, canid skull from the aether.

“Sayonara, bitch!” G smirked, immediately losing the expression when the sound of an ethereal, primordial scream pierced his nonexistent eardrums. “WHAT?!” Dogaressa, although pained by the sound, took the opportunity and flung him into a tree with her axes acting as a catapult. In that moment, everything seemed to slow down for the revenant fusion as he flew towards a spire of wood and bark. His Blaster was screeching-its irises having fractured and eroded into pure light within the empty sockets they’re housed in-and Dogaressa, having dropped her axes after flinging him, was clasping her ears and in the fetal position in pain from the sound his Blaster was emitting. “I see....” He muttered, his purple eye returning to its original state of being a shade of yellow, this shade however retaining a more tangerine color to it. “THAT EXPLAINS EVERYTHING!”

It was a moment. A split moment. That it happened. Time returned to normal for the revenant, and he only needed a fraction of it to do what he did next. Blue magic surrounding him, he landed on his feet against the trunk of the conifer, before leaping forward with a quivering engulfing his body in a teleportation maneuver he’d practiced in only the company of a Fell!Papyrus.

(Undertale is property of Toby Fox, thus I hold no legal rights to it. CORE!Frisk is Dokudoki’s creation, Gaster!Sans is commonly found in Echotale and or Underpatch which were created by Yoralim and Borurou respectively, ERROR!Sans was created by Lover of Piggies and Axetale is the creation of Bananafrappe and Azulandrojo while most of the artwork for their AU comes from Mercy-Monster. These are all ideas I’ve borrowed and they’re to be credited with these things, although this story is my creation so thanks for reading and please check the earlier mentioned creators out. Enjoy! Note: This CORE!Frisk might be given gender pronouns for simplicity’s sake  and or plot purposes)

It Begins Again

“G…” Came an ethereal voice, the owner of said voice all too aware that the revenant lying on one of the many beds around them, knew what they were about to say. “They’ll be breaking the barrier soon. We should leave sooner.”

The tall, skeletal man on the bed didn’t even illuminate his eyes in acknowledgement, fully aware that this day would come but none too pleased that it had come so soon. Rising from his right eye socket to the crown of his skull was a crack that splintered close to the end of its journey across his unblemished osseous tissue while a similar crack descended from his left eye socket down to the edge of his lipless mouth.

Adorned in a dark grey, furred jacket with the emblem of a skeletal beast’s maw encased in a red haze. Underneath that he wore a simple, grey turtleneck sweater, the sleeves of which he’d rolled up under the similarly rolled sleeves of his jacket. Hanging from his belt were a pair of suspenders, serving no other purpose than aesthetic appeal. His black-grey jeans were covered in stains from various substances, the primary being mechanical grease and a glowing liquid not dissimilar to molten moonlight.

His jeans tucked into his furred, snow boots where the untied laces hung limply as if embodying their wearer’s mood. Rising from his comfortable position of his thin, hollow-palmed hands behind his braincase, his left eye seemed to fade into being as if an eyelid made of late night sky had risen to reveal the tired, bored iris of lemon-yellow. A quiet sigh breezed between the revenant’s teeth, followed by the lighting of a cigarette he’d pulled from a pack found in his pocket.

“Damn it.” G muttered, taking a drag from his cigarette, the burnt gas of the tar and similar impurities passing through and out his teeth and neck as the cherry became the only source of light in the true lab other than G’s illuminated eye. “This timeline, too…Hopefully Error will take the bait and get stuck, this time.”

A rueful chuckle escaped him at the last part, a similar sound leaving his short companion. Slouching at a diminutive three-feet-and-two-inches, the monochromatic child of indeterminate age and gender: CORE!Frisk. The child’s empty, black sockets seemed to squint with their lids moving as if there actual eyes still within them, as they tapped the toe of their right, worn shoe on the tile beneath their feet and a quivering in the air seemed to form before the two of them. “It’s time to go, G. They’ve almost made it to the barrier and we need to get going if we’re to save anyone else.”

One quiet nod was all the child received as they seemed to have never been before the revenant in the first place, allowing him to take another drag of his cigarette before he strode through the quivering to stand beside his companion in the ever-flowing emptiness as CORE!Frisk chose the next timeline to visit. “Are we any closer to that challenge I asked for? If we’re gonna make an Omega Timeline 2.0, we need something Error wouldn’t comprehend exists….”

“Yes.” Came CORE!Frisk’s curt reply, sockets squinted in one direction or another, their lack of eyes making it hard to gauge where they were looking for the smartest version of Sans. “I think I’ve found the perfect match!” The exuberation in their echoey voice made G’s supraorbital ridge crease as if raising a brow in silent quandary.

Lowering himself to one knee, G leaned forward to speak directly into CORE!Frisk’s ear so as to make himself clear. “Are you positive? If it’s not a challenge for you to find and not a challenge for me to work on, chances are high it won’t be a challenge for Error to find and obliterate it.” G said pointedly, the ecstatic attitude of his companion never wavering.

“Yes, I’m sure of it! This is a new one and it’s too far and too risky for Error to even remotely contemplate for even a breath!” CORE!Frisk’s words received a hum of intrigue from their companion, unrequiring to look to see the curious glow in G’s left eye. “Would you care to see it for yourself?”

The question was unneeded and they both knew it, but the appearance of unfamiliarity wasn’t unwanted from either party. Pulling out a pencil and notebook from his jacket pocket, G began listing off questions, “What makes this Underground different from the first one? What’s its population size? What’s the state of their technology and scientific advances? What species survived the Human-Monster War?”

More questions were asked and more were answered before they reached their destination. “The timeline we’ll be working on is the definition of Hell with rabid beasts hunting one another to sate a hunger that doesn’t exist. The population’s be cut from over three million to eight-thousand-nine-hundred-twenty-four monsters.” The emptiness stopped moving as they appeared at the exit from the Ruins, looking down a path of snow breaking between the miles of forest on either side of them. Looking behind them, G took note of the quivering air as it faded to reveal thousands of transparent CORE!Frisks that faded into the one at his side while the door behind them loosely hung on ancient hinges of iron ore. “Behold-”

A terrifying, mangled scream of pure agony and hatred interrupted the short, omnipresent being, the sound making both visitors of this Underground flinch in shock. CORE!Frisk’s eyeless sockets seemed to widen in terror as they received the information that their omnipresence brought them at all times. Falling to their knees, CORE!Frisk threw up a black ooze G had only seen once before. Immediately, G was at their side, patting them on the back like Gaster had done to Papyrus and Sans when the two were children, only this time the patting them didn’t seem to help ease the sickness in CORE!Frisk’s being.