#undertale mage

"Humans and Monsters weren't always enemies..."

"Seein' them in that beautiful magician outfit, for the first time..."

Gerson... You're so cool I'm gonna cry

A reunion after thousands of years...

A reference to a lovely scene from How To Train Your Dragon 2

I imagine some of the human mages, and preferably the one Gerson knew, had the power of longevity magic, hence this lovely reunion.

So i was sorta just going down a rabbit hole of anti harem fics and one thing came to another and i just started rambling in docs. This is a random revival post but i just had to put the idea out there 😭 I might do a part 2 if it tickles enough people lol

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You were a mage, scratch that, you were THE mage. A blood bred and soul bound mage at the pinnacle of power. You were a starved and power hungry creature that had done anything and everything in your study of magic. It had gotten you far, much farther than anyone dared admit, and it wasn't an overestimation to say that you had climbed the highest in pursuit of your ever indulgent search.

Your reputation was dirty however, many knew you for the horrors you had summoned, for the debts you had incurred from primordial things deep in the shadows, hushed whispers followed wherever you went and you knew that whilst most were things born from fear induced imaginations of fanatics and cultists, the rumors were stemmed from half truths. Your involvement in anything was a grim omen, your standing in the mage circle was unquestioned, and you were far too intelligent to let scheming old men become your downfall. 

But at the same time, you didn't care all that much about any of it, you held no real affection for other mages, they were dull and far too concerned with bloodlines and traditions to rise to any heights, their arrogance annoyed you and so you reduced your expectations accordingly. However it seems the institution that was responsible for you had other plans.

When monsters appeared you were curious, removed from the world for centuries they were bound to hold new secrets, new curious things to explore. But what you didn't expect was being forced to babysit a gaggle of skeletons who seemed to hate your guts.

You couldn't fathom why it had to be you, you were THE top ranking mage, there was no question, so why were you placed on house arrest and doomed to listen to abuse from the undead band of miscreants you couldnt understand, it baffled you.

Sans was untrusting from the moment he put his eyes on you, his face scrunched in a grim line, he didn't like you, he didn't trust you, you suspect because you were a mage. He often tried to peek into your soul, but you hid it well, a practice you learned with your dealings with infernal devils from down under. That fact put him on edge, you could tell. His conversations with you were curt and short, and he did his best to keep you removed from his mock family and especially his brother. Several times he had threatened you with a bad time in the darker corners of the house, his threats seemed genuine.

Papyrus was an anxious mess, his hands always twisted around one another in your presence, he put on a placating expression whenever you had business with him, but you could tell he was unnerved by you. It didn't surprise you considering he was associated with the embassy, the officials there often warned him of the grim omen, the horrors of maddened mages. His anxiety made you huff more than once, and his respondent flinch was a disturbing reality check every time.

Red was a defensive and rabid dog as far as you could tell. He didn't cut back on his insults towards you, and his disdain for you begged no question. He would throw you disgusted glares whenever he was sober enough to keep his mouth shut and when the bottle found him it was nothing but slurs and mockery, he would often pick a fight with you knowing full well you could not lay a hand on him considering your assignment. 

His brother was worse, a calculated cruelness to his every word. He was smart in his insults, cold and scalding at the same time. He spat his insults with an undisguised venom and often he blamed you for every little thing that was wrong with the world. You were the devil itself, he was convinced of it. Whenever anything went wrong he blamed you, every word you said he took out of context, every insecurity you may have still held onto was exploited and made a mockery of. There were times when you felt yourself almost break your oaths and promises to guard them with your life, Edge held that much power over your breaking anger. He was good at hating, great at his unquestioned disdain for you.

Blue was a silent threat if you've ever seen one, a masked harpy. He wore innocence like a well placed mold. He was one of the only ones that would talk to you purely with the intention of finding what makes you tick. He was smart, you could tell, so he never really picked a fight, but he often insinuated things, twisted your words in the worst of ways. Your deeds and words became misconstrued and dissected as he mocked you with a toxic sweetness all with a question on those faux innocent eyes. 

Stretch was harder to decipher. He was similar to Blue in the way he hid his dislike of you, but instead of innocence he wore an air of laid back coldness. He had almost even fooled you with it, but the way his eyes never left you betrayed him. It took you a while to tell the skeleton expressions apart but once you did, it took no time at all to realize he was dissecting your every move, your every gesture and word was put under a weighted scrutiny. He judged you often and readily and you could often feel his gaze on you even while you left the skeletons well alone. He watched your every move, and you never saw Blue alone, Stretch always seemed to back his brother up in his interrogations of you, and not once did he defend you in your arguments with Edge, knowing full well that whatever Edge was accusing you of was a lie.

It was all a bother, a pain in the ass that made you groan and growl at gods that put you under such annoying tasks. Every night you would patrol the entirety of the property, defending it from silent threats in the dead of night, seen by no-one, heard by nothing. You would dissolve human supremacist groups that threatened the brothers with not a word of thanks, you didn't even mention them, their gratitude would mean nothing to you. You spent cold mornings sewing up wounds and washing away bloodstains whilst  the skeletons berated you about killing some innocent litter of pups for pure sick pleasure all the while you thought of ways to silently dispose of the grotesque eldritch beast you sunk in the swamp out of sight of the brothers blinded eyes. You were good at it, removing anything dangerous from the civilians eyes to protect their peace was the core skill of mages. Every day you would be verbally abused, belittled and insulted and all the while you carried on. 

Then one day another mage made contact with the brothers, well, a mage was perhaps not the right word. a recruit? A potential mage early in the making, a cute little thing with a voice drenched in sugar and eyes made of glass. Some new program to introduce recruits to working with monsters. Another responsibility pushed onto you. But of course you could handle it, you were the strongest scariest mage around weren't you? It made you grit your teeth. The brothers didn't seem to realize they were a mage at all, the newbie had stumbled into one of the brothers traps around the property and gotten bloodied in the process, a fact you were somehow blamed for once again. The brothers patched them up, it gave you whiplash, the attitude change was almost enough to make you sick. 

- Poncho human/ spear human

- the human mage

- Frara, proto Chara, Squeezo, or commonly known as the unused human Sprite.

- chisk (fandom favorite Frisk & Chara fusion)

- hero Undertale or beta frisk

Then please submit them! Ofc Kris, Chara, Frisk, & the human souls are accepted too!