#skeleswitch

Skeleswitch run 20, true neutral, no more Heirs. Objective? Kill sans, Papyrus ans flowey.

The sun dipped behind the sharp peak of mount Ebott, casting long ominous shadows across the small settlement.

Warm rays still touch the stained glass of the long decorative halls of the castle. Monsters have been in this valley for almost 40+ years, more than enough time to build cottages, castles and towers to keep the monster kind safe from the demons within and the humans beyond the deep dark woods tangling around the valley.

Least that was true till about 3 years ago.

Six humans. Six human children. Came and started killing monsters of a blind frenzy.

Nothing like the king and queens fallen down child. No..these children were unnatural.

How could humanity do this to their own youth? Their powers were wrought through pain, they were living weapons.

Still, Queen Toriel had tried to reason with her husband, but rumor has it the two have started sleeping in separate wings. Though dont tell anyone I told you that.

But all that was a distant thought as the seventh human stood in front of Papyrus.

He didn't know if he should believe the flower at first, when they came claiming Sans had died. But when he had summoned her Gaster blaster and saw how it was..melting. He knew it had to be true. . .

Finding her bandana was the icing on the painful cake.

Now he stood in the very halls he and she used to play with Asriel, Chara, Alphys and Undyne.

No other monsters have died, only those of his ex clan…only those bearing the mark of the wingding clan. So this was personal, this was his fathers doing no doubt, so why bother Undyne or the king with this..

If she heard he was doing this she would call him insane, tell him to stop. If he told Asgore he'd rally the other guards and come to his aid, eye for an eye.

But no, he had to do this, alone- well, mostly. The flower from before claiming to be not only the long fallen Crown prince Asriel but also his sibling Chara Dreamurr had insisted on joining.

Papyrus wasn't sure if he believed them, but they acted alot like the two childhood friends he knew. All the same edge and chaos. It was almost soothing fighting side by side with them, even if they were delusional.

The petals were shades of red green and gold, their vines were long with yellow thorns and clear cuts and damage to them. Torn wilted leaves cling to its stem as the flower fights to live.

Flowey, was what it called itself now. The body of the two spirits it hosts.

Markings of stars sit on its open face. Much like the prince and eyes with fire and determination Like the human.

A dirty spirit and crude tongue of speech. Loud and loyal.

“Human..frisk was it?” Papyrus spoke first, his hand over a transparent command box. Orange glows around his fingers as he types and copies commands out.

He's gotten fast at this in his 15 or so years of having the ability, you had to be to keep up the facade of it being magic and not a little..quirk.

His head was held high but a shadow covered his face. He had his sister's bandanna tied to his arm, and has taken off the cloth that normally covers his cracked broken eye.

Both sockets glowed expectedly as he tried to see just how cruel this human was. Were they loud like the justice soul, or more patient and quiet.

His eyes flick up from the box as the human steps into the light.

Slow, silent, deliberate. Their hand over a box simpler then Papyrus but still of the same nature..it read a simple “execute command” upon it. They were waiting to strike.

They are small, unassuming. Their hair is brown and hacked into a sloppy haircut as if they did it themselves with the long chipped sword they carry.

Eyes shut as if to remain blind to the evils and good they may or may not do. A long sheer scarf lays over their shoulders the same color of gaster's magic. Which only intrigues the skeleton, and makes it easy to assume even more this was a personal attack. His father had done something. And for his father's shadow he must suffer.

The dust of his sister remains on their short sleeve tunic, standing out pure white with flakes of blue magic against the purple fabric. Old brown blood stains the sleeves of the shirt and around badges that bind their torso and arms.

Mud and dirt cling to their pants as if they've fallen a few times in trying to get here.

The hall was washed in pale gold light, the stained glass depicted their Gods, the reaper, the life giver, the trickster, the muse, the historian, and Papyrus personal choice of deity the black smith. Each one had their eyes on the fight, the eyes of which seemed to glow with the setting sun.

Life resembled the queen, it was who she was named after. The trickster was a fea monster with skeleton feasted and a canine form, goddess of hunt and tricksters. The historian had many forms, but was depicted like titans of old in this stained glass. The muse looked most like the dogs and tummies who run around, an artist, writer and music God. And finally, the blacksmith. Tall, shrouded In a dark hood. The last of the old gods but first in the new age. The Alpha and omega. Long, boney tail, repressed with red and black. Chains woven into the stained glass design. A silent God. for craftsmen and fighters, for those demanding respect.

There were other gods, yes, but these were the ones this wing honored.

The pillars of the hall were made of old beige stone and wrapped in green and gold vines.

Some vines from the flower mix in, but he doesn't dare disturb the altars below the stained glass, the long dripping wax pooling below was sacred. Even the twin souled flower knew better than to disrespect the gods.

Large candle chandeliers loom above twisting designs to look like wings and flowers with chains glittering in glass links. Waiting to be lit by the Queen and kings fire magic. Each candle had a different color wick due to the young prince's fascination with alchemy.

The distant sound of a violin echoes through the halls,a faint and dull, playing faint tunes from SANS and a trousle of bones starts to grow as Papyrus thinks of his sister. Music was deeply intertwined with the soul, with the mind. If one was smart they could read any monster or human just by ear..

Slowly the tune for final joins in as a small flower claws its way from the worn tiles. Getting cut in the process they shake themselves off a look of rage in their eyes.

“You Fu**ed up!” the more feminine voice laughs as vines shoot up closing the exits. And the flower leans their head back to cackle.

“Prepare to die!” A more mask spoke when they leaned forward to shake their head shrugging their leaves as if they were arms.

The human was unphased. Not moving other then to glance back, glance at the stained glass, then back to Papyrus who stands at the ready.

“Why, why did you kill her? She did nothing” Papyrus stepped forward. His armor clinks as he moves. The grip on his broken bone staff tightens. “She was INNOCENT!”

He sent the command he had been typing and two Gaster Blasters spawn in.

One was a pure white with pale blue markings of stars and moons, it had spine parts fading and dusting. It's maim head was melting as it cried magic tears. Horns curled back and dipped as it looked with scared betrayed eyes.

The other was nothing but rage. Darker more stained bone, bright pink and blue markings with a broken horn. The darker blaster lowers itself to allow flowey to climb on and wrap itself around it.

The flower as it's lofted summons a shower of friendliness pellets as the two co take over with a deep dark grin.

They will do what they can to avenge their friend.

“Got nothing to say? Very well then. Tonight, justice shall be served even if I die trying!” Papyrus steps back looking at what once was his sister's blaster, a sad look flickers on his face as he pet it one last time.

He turns quickly and takes a swing as the blasters fire.