My little undertale

by Storm Rival

What had happened to the man who speaks in hands?

Entry number:
Seventeen
Dark
Darker
Yet darker,
The darkness keeps growing
Shadows cutting deeper.
Photon readings negative
This next experiment seems
Very
Very
Interesting
What do you two think?

That was my last log entry, before the unthinkable had happened... I'd been erased from their timeline forever and shattered across time and space. I don't have a clue on what had happened to my two sons Sans and Papyrus, however, all I know is that the shadows are letting up I can see light at the end of this tunnel. but what will my fate be? I haven't died have I? I still breathe and continue to exist through time and space. Even in the underground there are but hidden fragments of me. There are only three monsters who remember me, and only one child through which I can relay my message of lost hope. All I can do now is wait and see where this newfound light will take me. I must have determination, even though we monsters don't have a whole lot to begin with. For this shall be a new beginning for me, the man who speaks in hands, Wing Ding Gaster.

The light is too bright, I must shield them In order to keep from going blind. I have for the longest time been engulfed an consumed by darkness. I feel warm, something I haven't felt in the longest time. The core is so cold, especially when my existence hung in the balance, but how was I pulled from there and why do I feel so heavy?

I look at my body, the sun barraging me with this overwhelming warmness, the brightness making me cringe whenever I open my eyes. Perhaps I must wait for night fall to see where I am, if indeed I am still alive. This is already such a perplexing world.

I hear voices, so wherever I am, I must be alive and able to communicate to whomever I wish.

"Hello? is anyone there?" I say.

"AAH! what is he saying!" I hear a child's voice say in a southern accent.

"Wait!" I yelled, However that still made her scream in more terror.

This must be a side effect of the core. Being erased from existence its self must mean, I speak a different Language, that or I'm nowhere near my underground home; or possibly both because I'm feeling warm ground and grass rather than the cold hard ground of the underground, even still in Hotland, I know that it was dark and dank.

I wonder what king Asgore has done with my lab. I don't even know how long I was gone because this all seems like an eternity, which is feasibly impossible. My lab isn't though what's most important...

Ever since that accident, I've missed my sons. I've heard murmurs from timelines of either them being killed by someone named Chara, who should have died the same day as Asriel, the prince, who I was tasked to save. Yet I hear that another human has done the complete opposite. Rather than drive the underground extinct she has befriended those who'd rather have nothing to do with her than gain their own liberation and revolution. Frisk I'd heard her name as being, the one to bring back... That should be impossible, nothing except my experiment should have saved the prince, and together they bridged the gap between monsters and humans.

I must get back to the underground somehow, some way, perhaps by writing I can commune with whatever lives here. I know my writing is terrible and I know that this condition may make it worse, all I can hope for is that somebody would heed me and aid in my return home.

Night approaches, as it gets darker I find that i'm finally able to see. I have found that I am a... Well what Am I? I have four apendages as it seems, flesh, fur, and the ends of my hands should have fingers or finger bones, but rather I find that I have hooves, flatfooted hooves. I must find out where I am, and how to walk.

After a good fifteen minutes of figuring out how to walk, I find that instead of being the skeleton that I should be I'm a thing that's on the surface rather than underground. We monsters have been trapped for so long that we've even forgotten the earth's normal biology and adapted to live solely upon what we've been given. Wind blows and I finally find how harsh a night can be for the unprepared. I finally see where I'm at.

Dense trees cover the canopy of a forest, the moon shines above it seems unusal as to how large it is, however looking at the small light that shines gives me a headache. I find that there is nothing in this forest, the only thing I do see is a castle over in the distance. Its old and worn, it also seems as though a battle had taken place there, a mighty hefty battle at that, as the ceiling had been ripped away and age definatly shown upon it. Had someone possessed the machine I'd made Asriel's husk for battle? No, its impossible. It takes an incredible amount of determination to power, and an incredible amount of souls.

I continue the other direction for another place to stay. While I do enjoy history, I don't want to pay homage to what looks like a horrible loss in this place, especially if the inhabitants remark the place in such scorn to never restore it. Eventually I come across a hut in the forest, I hear random sayings in a language I don't know.

I knock on the door to be friendly and as I do, something comes and greets me at the door.

"A pony, or a zeebra do I see?" I heard from the zebra.

I tried to speak "I am neither I am a monster from Asgore's underground kingdom."

"and such a horrible tone you screech."

I stop talking and try to sign asking for paper.

"Now, what does it seem? You wish some parchment to write your horrible scream?"

I nod keeping my mouth shut.

The zebra hands me a pen and puts a piece of paper on the table.

"Write, good colt, for I know that your voice provides such a jolt."

I tried my hooves at writing however the quill I was handed broke. I was heartbroken that my only attempt to write was hindered upon this new body I now have as my own.

"Now now, do not morn, for you have your own horn."

What was this riddle supposed to mean? I had no clue but as she'd mentioned I'd felt it. A horn on a horse? I'd only heard of it once but I don't remember what it was called. It was all just a figment of some human's imagination, however now I find that it wasn't that much of a fairy tale now as I myself have become this thing.

"What am I?" I try to speak, however as I did I saw for myself the repercussions of it. There were glasses strewn about this humble hut of the zebra's and as I'd spoken all of the glasses that hung from various parts of the room had shattered.

"Aye no!" the zebra said to me. "I'm afraid you must go!"

I'd blown my only chance. She shoved me out, and I heard that unknown language again, it'd seemed angry and displeased with what had happened.

I continued walking about the forest, however I'd found nothing to help me. I grabbed a stick off the ground and placed it in my mouth and started chewing because I was incredibly hungry. I didn't know what else to eat, I'd usually have nuts as I was working late on science projects, however this small body getting up to the nuts in high branches is a feat in and of its self. Upon finishing that branch, which had a horrible bark taste to it, I'd found a clearing to the forest and in my sight I found a town. Feeling the chill of night I'd wanted to stay inside, however I knew that as soon as I had knocked that I'd be turned down because of my inability to speak properly. Sighing I headed to what seemed to be a park and I miserably sat and laid on a park bench. This was perhaps the worst feeling I'd had since... Since the barrier had been put up keeping us monsters trapped forever.

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"Hey, this guy just took our park bench." was the first thing I'd heard upon waking up. I'd opened my eyes and for once in the longest time imaginable I finally saw summer.

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, flowers already blooming. It was a fine day, a day that I can now see for the first time. I find that I am laying across the same park bench from last night, and I also see two mares next to me. A white mare with magenta and pink mane, and what appeared to be a picture of unwrapped sweets on her flank. The other was a mint green color.

"So what, Lyra," the white mare had said to her friend

"So?" she asked somewhat seriously. "This is the best bench in the whole park where I can practice my human imitations."

"Alright," The white mare said to her friend. "Sir, would you mind moving?"

I opened my mouth, however concerning last night, I decided against it and simply shook my head no, and quickly got off the bench.

"Thank you," I'd heard from them.

I simply nodded my head and went over to a shady tree. Time passed slowly that day and I was trying my best to write a simple 'hello in the grass with my hoofed form. Things didn't go too well, as with every letter I'd tried writing, my hooves and mouth, whichever I was writing with at the time, had simply drawn its own symbol. I didn't know what any of those symbols were, however, I knew the message I was trying to get across.

"Hey," I'd heard a voice say. It was that white mare from before. "I noticed you were trying to write something here, and I thought I could translate for you."

I tried to whisper to her "How?" however, that had ended up as a yell.

Her friend trotted over and said "What do you think you're doing to my special friend?"

The two of them had talked it out for a bit, and then the white mare said, "Sorry about that, Lyra's a little protective of me."

I simply nodded and kept going with my scribes in the dirt. Her friend Lyra had also come to join.

"The name's Bonbon," The white mare said to me.

I stopped trying to write and moved to a different patch and began to write the first initial of my name, W

They'd guessed most all of the letters of the alphabet before coming across the letter that was my first initial.

I continued and little by little Bonbon began to see how I wrote, however Lyra was still not getting it.

I stopped scribing my name after they'd gotten it down, and moved onto another message for the both of them.

"I was subject to an experiment gone wrong, now, I am trapped here someone help me get back home." Bonbon translated. both of them were astonished at my message.

"I had no Idea, Gaster." Lyra simply said to me.

"Where is your home?" Bonbon continued.

I dug my hoof into the ground digging a hole, then pointed to it.

"Underground?" they asked quizzically.

"There aren't many ponies that live under Equestria." Bonbon replied, and the way she had reminded me of the way I kept secrets to someone I hold dear.

I nodded, then wrote my home, or rather the prison of all monsters on a sheet of paper.

"Mt. Ebbot?" they both said.

"I think I know another pony who would be able to help you." Lyra said

growing tired of writing and charades, I simply raised both my front hooves in a questioningly way.

"Twilight Sparkle," Bonbon said "She works at the library over in Ponyville. Its a giant oak tree and you really can't miss it."

I immediately darted over to the library, eager to learn about this place that was inhabited by ponies, eager to find a way to fix this whole mess, and eager to get back to my home. No matter how bleak it is, its still my home, and no matter what I must stay determined.

Author's Note:

This was a request and I had been playing with the idea for a little bit before this. I thank mrkillwolf666 for the idea of using a very secret character in undertale for this very uncommon character as well.
This chapter is unedited, and this is one of the few fanfictions I'm juggling at the moment. As of of this point this will be a side project, however I do plan to add to this and my other works. also had trouble getting the wingding font to work with my current setup, soon as I can Entry seventeen will be transfered to wingdings with the translation underneath in parenthesis.
Finally I thank you for taking the time for reading my fics.

Storm Rival.

Comments

[ProgressingFuture]

i am DETERMINED to read more of this

[mad haxz]

6866686 YOUR DETERMINATION FILLS YOU WITH DETEMMINATION

[Storm Rival]

Both those comments have filled me with detirmination to continue! When I can I will be working on it.

[The Writer of Fate]

Could use some help with a few grammar errors, but I suppose I'm curious.

[Lakeguy]

This story looks promising so far. However, you misspelled "purgatory" in the summary, and at one point in this chapter, you added an extra E to "zebra". Don't let that get you down, though, other than that, the story is off to a great start.