#lastfallen

An eager grin curled up at Ferns features as they stepped out onto unfamiliar ground. The dragon whelp looked around, twirling in place until they decided and picked a random direction to go in. Every so often they called out to see if anyone was there.

   Today was exhausting -- for justified reasons, for once in the lazy skeleton’s life. Papyrus had him working nonstop today, helping him in setting up puzzle after puzzle, all because Sans got the crack-headed thought to introduce him to the human he found in the forest. Perhaps he should have just pretended not to have seen anything, but when their eventual one-off culminated in them having a friendly get-together at the brothers’ house... well, he supposed he could call it a win scenario.

   He spent his well-deserved break at the sentry station in Waterfall, waiting to have his own "1V1″ with the child. When he spotted them coming down the path, a cheeky grin came to his mouth as he noticed a rather telling look on their face.

“WOWZERS! This is really comfy and easy to move around in. Normally my bro wears hats and glasses, but I like ‘em. Thank you!”

“You sure this is safe?” asked Zep as his voice was muffled inside his thick hazmat suit. He and his superior, Dr. Jakob Bishop were looking at a magical rift that was set up by several of their specialized mages. It had taken them weeks to find and lock onto a matching magical signature to a world they’ve confirmed was hospitable to life. New world, new rules, and Zep was picked out to be the guinea pig that they needed.

Jakob gave a bright grin at Zep. “The portal? Sure! The suit should prevent the magical radiation from vaporizing you… maybe… possibly.”

“Not exactly encouraging insight, Doc!” protested Zep.

“Oh relax! It’s not like it’s the worst of your troubles anyway. You’ve synchronized your watch, yes? Remember that we’ll reopen the portal after 30 days at exactly noon! Mark the spot you land at and return to it, understand?”

Zep nodded and sighed as he jump in. It was like stepping into an oven. He felt his skin boil as he passed and fell through a tunnel of lights and cosmic radiance until he saw nothing but white light…

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Then he finds solid ground. Grass and dirt. His whole suit is steaming and hissing from the heat of the travel.

“God! Shit! Magical absorption my ass!” he muffled out as he rolled around to make sure the magical aura would wear off on his hazmat outfit. Soon enough, he just laid there to catch his breath, removing the helm just to try to get fresh air and to see where he actually is…

While adult humans were generally easy to read, children were a whole other ballpark. One minute they’re as sweet as can be, the next they’re upset and crying all over the place. Their emotions heightened because of humans’ brain development. Cracks didn’t fare to well with emotions in general, tending to hide his own away deep down inside himself and ignore them.

*What’cha lookin’ at? Never seen a monster before?

* S o   y o u   f i n a l l y   m a d e   i t . * T h e   e n d   o f   y o u r   j o  u r n e y   i s   a t   h a n d . * I n   a   f e w   m o m e n t s ,   y o u   w i l l   - -

They could have sworn that the brothers were sound asleep when they tried to sneak out the front door, but low and behold there Red was, standing in front of the doorway and blocking their way out. He… probably knew why they’d been trying to leave so quietly, which made them furrow their brow with light frustration.

“…Red, I-I gotta do this. If they f-find me here with you two, you’ll be in b-big trouble! I’m g-gonna talk to the king and change his mind. ” Though their words are quiet as always, there’s a certain determination to their tone, they’d very clearly been thinking on this for quite some time to have such a firm stance on their decision.

Lucky for everyone, Red had nightmares often. That was why he was there, heading into the kitchen for a drink or something, when he heard their quiet shuffling. Lucky Vex wasn’t currently practicing violin (because there was no way he was asleep either), instead doing whatever else it was he did when insomnia had its cold claws on him. They were lucky for a lot of things, recently.

He stood in front of Holly with fondness and exhaustion in his pupils. This kid. He drew in a deep breath, then let it out slow, leaning against the front door in a farce of casualness. He had to be very careful with his wording here.