We Could Be Immortals (Just Not For Long)
Summary
ren·e·gade /ˈrenəˌɡād/ noun a person who deserts and betrays an organization, country, or set of principles.
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It’s perfectly natural for him to be worried, right? He’s not THAT clingy, so it isn’t like he was obsessing or something weird…. Wait what was he thinking about?
Oh right!
Swap hasn’t contacted him in a while, which is weird and odd for him. The- annoyingly- taller skeleton usually enjoyed spamming his phone with pictures and memes. He’ll never be over the time Swap discovered minion memes from the surface, that was near traumatic.
He grabbed his phone from his pocket, checking it again despite only a few minutes passing from last time. Opening his texts, he gave a frustrated sigh. It had been 3 days since his last text from Swap, and the other monster hadn’t even read his latest texts. He would know, Swap keeps forgetting to turn off his read receipts.
Y’know, now that he’s thinking about it (again), he hasn’t seen several others in his…. “Friend Group”.... Ugh, how cheesy.
Anyway, when was the last time he had talked to Razz? They weren’t super close, and mostly knew each other through Swap, but they could usually bond over coming from Fell ‘verses, and the social impacts that result from that.
….Huh, looks like Razz also hasn’t texted him in 3 days. Razz had texted last, so there’s no way to see if he had read any of his latest messages. Weird.
Nothing from Comet, either. Though that isn’t as odd, the Outertale Sans was never much of a talker in any capacity. The muteness probably doesn’t help, though.
It’s probably fine, though. Swap and Razz had probably got stuck in a RESET loop again, that’s it. Though, didn’t Swap and Honey extract a promise from their human?
Whatever, it isn’t good for him to dwell on things like this. Or at least, that’s what his therapist says. Angel above, being on the surface will always be amazing. Especially after Frisk agreed to no more RESETS. The kid never liked the Underground anyway, too much death and danger for the lil’ scrap.
Oh hello blaring cell phone, nice to be reminded you exist!
His cell phone, disregarding his internal monologue, was blaring Honey’s ringtone. It was quite annoying, so Honey must have gotten his hands on his phone and changed it. Whatever.
“‘Ello?” He spoke into the phone, after answering the call of course.
“Fell! Great to be hearing from you, but I have a very important question.” Honey responded.
“Uh, shoot then. Not like I was doin’ anythin’ anyway.”
“Have you seen my brother lately?”
“Swap?”
“Does it look like I have another brother? Who else, dimwit.”
“Oh hush it sugar skull.”
“I take offense to that.”
“That’s the intention! Lay off the sweets sometime.”
“Just answer the question, Fell.”
He sighed, “No, I haven’t. I was actually wondering if you had been caught in a RESET loop again.”
“If we were, I would not have called you, because I’d know where my brother is.” Honey’s accent was getting thick again, time to abort.
“Chill out, Honey. Knowing Swap, he probably ran off with Razz for a training adventure or something similar.”
“....You better be right, or I will steal all of your left shoes and make them slightly uncomfortably small.”
Damn, this guy is great with threats. In his line of work, too-small-shoes are a special brand of hell. He’d know after growing up in poverty with Edge as children.
“I’m going to let you go now, the house is a wreck currently and if Swap comes back to this chaos he’s going to obliterate every hoodie I own.” Uh oh, it sounds like Honey is about to start stress-cleaning.
“Don’t overwork yourself, I know how you get.”
“Oh don’t worry so much, I’ll be fine dimwit.”
“Fine, fine, sugar skull. See you later.”
Angel knows that things never go his way, but he can hope his friends are okay, at least.
