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No experiment had succeeded in the last few years. In fact, as Sans helped his father day after day, he firmly believed that the formation of his brother was the last experiment that would succeed. Trying to create a SOUL that would be able to destroy the barrier of its own strength was a ridiculous endeavor. All they were working with was their own magic! Not only did it not make sense, but Gaster was firm in his misguided resolve. Still, Sans listened to his father and did his bidding without the slightest verbal complaint. He knew that this experiment would fail every time they did it, and that was enough for his apathy to kick in.
“Sans, grab the concentrated magic for me.”
“yessir,” the beast responded, plodding over and slipping the syringe syringe from its case with the utmost care.
“It is time, Sans. We have made great progress. This will prove to be an experiment worthy of our genius.”
“yessir,” Sans repeated, eying the machine with a tired gaze. It hummed to life at Gaster's prodding, its whirring filling the room. Soon enough, the magic was injected and it began to swirl inside. Over and over it spun, consolidating into one small area.
With a flash of white light, a creature fell from the tube. Horrid screeches escaped it, the melting and cracking SOUL floating above it. As the light finally faded, they could see the skeleton with its missing bones, clean breaks, and fractures. It shivered, whines escaping as it tried to crawl toward them.
Sans turned his gaze to the side, holding back the urge to vomit. While this was the most successful experiment yet, they had created a true monstrosity. What they had done should never be done again.
“A disappointment,” Gaster sighed, shaking his head. “I had hoped that this would be even a bit better. It is truly upsetting. Very well. Sans, dust the failure.”
The smaller skeleton sighed, summoning a few bones. He did not have any other choice since Gaster would probably punish Papyrus, so he resigned himself to his fate. Just as he lined the summoned bones up to the creature's heart, another flash of light blinded both him and Gaster. A sliver of pure darkness joined the light, completely blinding the duo.
As the light and darkness faded to something bearable, Sans and Gaster were treated to a completely new sight. The monstrosity that had been broken, melting, and falling apart had formed into a true entity. It was a bit smaller than Sans, with a sharper jaw and horns. On its back, two bony wings spread out and laid on the floor to its sides. A tail nearly the length of its body spread out behind it, ending in a sharp point. It was naked aside from a strangely shaped pendant, occasionally dripping with an odd black substance.
“What...?” Gaster managed, eyelights locked onto your form.
Shivering like a newborn, you moved your legs underneath you and tried to stand. It took a few tries, but you finally managed to stand up on your four limbs. There was an odd aching in your chest, but you had no idea what could be causing that. In fact, there were a lot of things you simply didn't know. It was strange to honestly consider, that so many things were unknown to you while some things were obvious.
“holy shit, gaster.”
You raised your gaze to the creature that had spoken. He was a good head or two taller than you, though his slouching made him seem a bit shorter. A quick glance over your own body revealed that he was pretty similar in appearance. Though he didn't have the wings, which confused you. Who was this monster?
“Holy shit, indeed,” Gaster hummed, forcing your gaze to him. “This beast is quite the anomaly.”
The taller skeleton stepped closer, his cold gaze making you take a step back. Whatever this man did, you didn't want him near you. Your wings raised of their own accord, trying to make you seem even bigger than you already were. When you tried to tell him to step back, all that escaped was an angry hiss. The man's eyelights became slits, his posture going rigid.
“Fine. It has just formed. Sans, you are in charge of them. Bring them to the room across from yours. They are your responsibility, so keep them safe.”
“yessir,” Sans responded, gesturing for you to follow him.
Feeling much more relaxed around the smaller of the two, you did as you were asked. Sans led you through a set of heavy metal doors. The hallway behind smelled of chemicals, your claws clicking against the shiny white tiles. The walls were painted the same white as the floors. Seeing the same thing over and over made your chest tighten in an almost painful manner. It was a feeling you could not quite place.
“so, kid, any idea what just happened?”
A low purr escaped your throat in lieu of a response. As he cast you a strange glance, you huffed in annoyance. You tried a few more times, only managing to make a few different noises instead of words. Sans eyed you as you continued to try, merely raising an eyebrow ridge at the sounds escaping you.
“oh. you, uh, can't talk, then?”
You growled, the sound reverberating low in your chest, in agreement.
“huh. well, pap and i couldn't talk at first, either.”
At that, you tilted your head to the side. It was your best attempt to get your question across.
“pap is my little bro. our dad, gaster, created me first. then pap. he created you using a lot of different monster's magic, though, so you're not related to him in the same way we are,” he explained, tail swishing back and forth rapidly. “i'd stay away from pap, if i were you.”
You slowed to a stop as Sans placed a claw on a door handle. A soft purr of confusion escaped, curious as to his sudden mood shift.
“he's a good kid.”
Sans stopped at that, opening the door and gesturing for you to go through. Without any other real option, you made your way into the room and looked around. There were no windows, and the walls and floors were the same as in the hallway. In one corner, there was a pile of sterile white pillows. Aside from the door that led into the hallway, there was only one other door. A quick check revealed it to be an empty closet.
“this is your room, kid,” Sans said from the doorway. “my room is across the hall. see me if you need anything. for now, stay in here while i go find you some clothes.”
With that, the taller skeleton pressed the button to shut the door to your new room. You let out a soft sigh, walking over to the pillows to move them into a more comfortable bed. It took a while to get them just right, but when you laid down, it was perfect. Your eye sockets drifted closed, sleep threatening to overtake you.
Just as you were about to fall asleep, the door to your opened again. A skeleton half your size came in backwards, dragging a wheelbarrow with him. Bolts of fabrics, some sort of fluff, needles, thread, and a sewing machine sat in the cart. The skeleton himself was wearing a white shirt with 'COOL DUDE' written across the front in black marker, a pair of blue pants, and a bright red scarf. Tight gloves adorned his front feet, though there were holes for his dew claws.
“HELLO, NEW MONSTER!” the skeleton yelled, turning to you with a happy grin on his face. “MY NAME IS PAPYRUS. MY BROTHER WAS ASKING ABOUT CLOTHES FOR A BEAST LIKE HIM BUT A BIT SMALLER, AND I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, QUICKLY REALIZED WHAT THAT MEANT! WHAT IS YOUR NAME?”
You tilted your head to the side, letting loose an uneasy purr. It wasn't like you could answer him, for two reasons. The first was, of course, that you simply couldn't talk. That fact was something you were hoping Sans or, stars forbid, Gaster would help you with. And then..., you didn't have one. Perhaps it was because you were just created, but you didn't have a name yet.
“NEW MONSTER?”
You used your tail to tap your neck, following it up with a soft purr.
“OH. YOU CAN'T TALK?” At your resulting nod, Papyrus merely grinned. “NOT A PROBLEM, FRIEND! I CAN CALL YOU BY THAT TITLE FOR NOW! IN THE MEANTIME, I WANT TO MAKE YOU SOME CLOTHES! IT IS HARDLY RIGHT TO WANDER AROUND NAKED.” Orange light surrounded the bolts of fabric, a similar orange light shining from his right eye socket. “PLEASE PICK YOUR FAVORITE COLOR, AND I WILL MAKE YOU YOUR OWN SWEATSHIRT! I MAKE ALL OF MY OWN CLOTHES, SO I PROMISE IT WILL BE NEARLY AS GREAT AS I AM.”
Shifting your position on the pillows, you reached forward and tapped one of the bolts.
“GREAT CHOICE, FRIEND! THIS COLOR WILL LOOK GREAT ON YOU!” With that out of the way, needles, thread, and scissors were soon surrounded by the same orange light. Papyrus cut and tied together fabric with expert precision. “IT WILL PROBABLY BE A COUPLE DAYS BEFORE DAD COMES TO GET YOU FOR YOUR FIRST TEST. HE IGNORED ME FOR A FULL WEEK SO I COULD GET A HOLD OF MY MAGIC. I REMEMBER SANS TEACHING ME EVERYTHING I KNOW. THERE'S A LOT YOU WILL HAVE TO LEARN, BUT MY BROTHER IS THE BEST TEACHER!”
You lowered your head, resting in on the pillows as you purred.
“DO NOT LET HIM KNOW I WAS HERE, THOUGH. WHILE I DO LOVE MY BROTHER, HE CAN BE INCREDIBLY PROTECTIVE! I AM NO LONGER A BABY BONES, EVEN IF THAT IS HOW HE WISHES TO TREAT ME.”
A chuckle escaped you at the smaller skeleton's insistence.
“BUT MY POINT HOLDS. AND YOU CAN COME SEE ME ANYTIME SANS IN BUSY! I AM IN THE ROOM TO THE LEFT OF HIS. IT WILL BE NICE TO HAVE SOMEONE ELSE TO HANG OUT WITH! MOST OF DAD'S ASSISTANTS ARE AFRAID TO BE AROUND ME AND SANS. THEY ARE AFRAID OF MY DAD.”
You tilted your head to the side, doing your best to give a comforting purr.
“OH, IT IS OKAY, FRIEND,” Papyrus called, grinning at you as he lifted the white fluff from his cart. “I AM USED TO IT. BESIDES, I ALWAYS HAD SANS. SANS DIDN'T HAVE ANYONE.” As he finished speaking, the skeleton snipped the last thread and tied a knot. “HERE YOU GO, FRIEND. THIS IS A SWEATSHIRT! IT CAN GET COLD HERE, SO THIS SHOULD KEEP YOU WARM WHILE ALSO COVERING YOU UP!”
The article of clothing was surrounded by the same orange light as it floated over to you. It took some input from Papyrus to get it on since you'd never worn anything before, but the fabric was soft against your bones. In fact, you hadn't even realized you were chilly until the warmth from the sweatshirt seeped into you. You stood fully, stretching and appreciating the flexibility of the fabric. Your tail swished back and force, knocking pillows around. As you were bouncing about, the door to your room opened again. Papyrus shrunk in on himself as Sans walked in.
“i think i found a shirt that might fit, kid,” he said, studying the clothing on his back. “you'll have to try them-,” Sans cut himself off as he looked up, spotting the younger skeleton in the room. His eyelights vanished, forcing his eye sockets to become pitch black holes. “pap. what are you doing here.”
The smaller skeleton trembled under the glare of his brother. “I... I WANTED TO HELP MY NEW FRIEND.”
“pap, go back to your room.”
“BUT, SANS-”
“n o w, papyrus.”
Noticing the younger skeleton flinch back, a growl escaped you. You jumped from your position on the pillows, landing between Papyrus and Sans. Your tail lashed back and forth, leaving marks on the tiles. Constant snarls left your chest, and you could feel a strange power surrounding you. Before you, Sans took a step back. His eyelights reappeared, and he was lowering closer to the floor.
“okay, there, kid..., calm down, will ya?”
Another snarl escaped you when he tried to move closer. You lifted your wings to block the older skeleton's view of his brother.
“F-FRIEND?” Papyrus spoke up. “THANK YOU FOR PROTECTING ME, BUT PLEASE DON'T HURT SANS. AND PUT THE PILLOWS DOWN!”
You turned in confusion, a yelp escaping when you noticed the pillows floating around you. Each one was surrounded with a light formed from a variety of colors. In fact, that same color spectrum was now forming a web between the bones of your wings. Whines began to leave you as you lowered to the floor, the sight confusing you.
“oh, crap, that's right. you don't know about your magic yet.”
“OH NO! FRIEND, PLEASE REMAIN CALM!”
You let loose another whine, clutching your skull with your claws.
“hey, kid, look at me.”
You did as Sans asked, focusing on his pin-prick eyelights.
“okay, now i want you to look straight at one of those pillows. you're controlling them, so try imagining them lowering to the ground.”
Whining low, you turned your gaze to one of the many floating pillows. It took several tries, but eventually the pillow you were looking at lost the light and fell to the ground. You perked up, moving straight onto the next pillow. Knowing what you were doing, the remaining pillows fell one by one. At the last one, you were able to make it move a bit before the pressure in your chest began to lessen. Despite not commanding it to, the pillow fell to the floor. The light from your wings faded at the same time, and you were hit by a sudden wave of exhaustion.
As if sensing what was coming, Sans hopped over and caught you as you started to fall. Behind you, Papyrus was already remaking your bed. By the time you lost your ability to stand, Sans and Papyrus had maneuvered you onto the pillows. A soft whine escaped you, worry forcing your chest to constrict.
“don't worry about it kiddo, okay?”
“MONSTERS LIKE US ARE MADE OF MAGIC. WHEN WE USE TOO MUCH, WE GET REALLY TIRED!”
You managed a single nod, allowing your eye sockets to close and sleep to finally overtake you. As you fell asleep, you could hear Sans apologizing to Papyrus for scaring him. The latter was quick to accept the apology, happy that everything had worked out.
It was nice to think you had made a difference.
Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and the months turned into a year. Though, while you did have a concept of time, not much mattered to you. After the first month where Sans and Papyrus had worked with you to harness your magic, Gaster worked with you every other day. He spent time testing your body and the color of your magic. He couldn't make sense of any of it, but he did try time and time again to pull out your SOUL to get a good look at it. Whatever it was about your creation, however, kept him from grabbing it. Against your will, your magic would lash out to protect the SOUL. The same with the pendant.
Regardless, you had ended up fitting into your role well. You got along well with the brothers, happily spending time with them outside of testing. Papyrus particularly seemed to enjoy your company since Gaster kept Sans busy often. Gaster was the real problem. He seemed to possess no emotions aside from curiosity, annoyance, and aggression. Never bothering to display any form of attachment or emotions towards you, you felt the same. Being in his presence at all made you uncomfortable, so you made sure to keep away from his as much as possible.
It didn't help that he treated his sons so terribly.
A knock at your door roused you from your reverie, confusion clouding your thoughts. As far as you could remember, today wasn't supposed to be a testing day. Yawning, you stood from your pillow bed and stretched. After working the kinks out of your wings, you curled them into your side and padded to the other side of the room and used a claw to open the door.
Papyrus jumped, his quickly growing form nearly larger than yours. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FRIEND!”
You tilted your head. While most basic things had meaning to you, something rooted deep in your soul, the phrase meant nothing. It... sounded familiar, but that was it.
“don't worry, kid. let us in an' i'll explain.”
Glancing past Papyrus to give Sans a nod, you stepped back. Papyrus came in first, dragging a familiar cart with some sort of food and a few boxes. Sans followed lazily behind, seeming unconcerned with the face you now dwarfed him in size and dragging the blankets he'd been carrying off of his back and onto the floor. He and Papyrus got settled on one side of the cart, while you laid on your pillows and waited for any explanation.
“SANS, THEY DON'T LOOK HAPPY.”
As much as you hated seeing Papyrus' sad face, you wanted an explanation more. Sans turned his gaze to you.
“when we were created, we considered that the day of our... birth,” he explained slowly. “every year on that same day, we celebrate something called a birthday.”
“IT'S A CELEBRATION OF BEING CREATED! WE'RE GLAD THAT EVERYONE IS HERE, SO WE HAVE A PARTY.”
You blinked a few times, considering the implications. That meant today was the year anniversary of you bring brought into this world. To be honest, you weren't sure if you were... happy with that knowledge, but they certainly seemed to be. Using your tail, you gestured at the cart.
“IT IS CUSTOMARY TO SHARE DESSERTS ON A BIRTHDAY!” Papyrus happily explained, gently pulling bowls out with his magic.
“and give gifts,” Sans added, noticing you eying the boxes.
At that, a frown pulled at the edges of your jaw. You gestured at the two of them before pointing back the cart.
“oh. our birthdays?”
“MINE WAS THE WEEK AFTER YOU WERE CREATED, AND WE DIDN'T WANT TO BOTHER YOU TOO MUCH,” Papyrus cut in, still laser focused on putting sections of dessert into the bowls. “WE CAN CELEBRATE TOGETHER THIS YEAR!”
“and i don't celebrate as much as i used to.”
“WE USUALLY JUST EXCHANGE GIFTS.”
You growled softly, narrowing your sockets at Sans.
“okay, okay. this year, deal?”
Feeling the edges of your jaw lift, you nodded. At the same time, Papyrus used his magic to set a bowl down in front of everyone. At his behest, you all dug in. You rarely had pastries since it simply wasn't made in the cafeteria. Now you knew what you'd been missing. The pastry melted on your tongue long before it evaporated into magic. You were finished long before the brothers, ignoring Sans' chuckles. Papyrus was less inclined to laugh, chiding you on your messy eating.
Once everyone was done eating, Sans' food disappearing while no one was looking as usual and Papyrus carefully cleaning his bowl with his tongue, Papyrus lit up.
“PRESENT TIME! OPEN MINE FIRST,” he cheered, grabbing the medium-sized box from the pile and handing it to you.
It was the most haphazardly wrapped of the five, using several different types of paper with skeletons drawn all over it. Bones and stars filled the extra space. Glancing at them curiously, you lifted a claw and sliced away the wrapping. Papyrus was bouncing up and down as you opened it, only stopping when you pulled out what had been inside. The gift was a scarf, helpfully labeled with a large tag that said 'SCARF' in Papyrus' handwriting, made of the same color fabric as your jacket. It lit up with Papyrus magic as he lifted it from your grip, gently wrapping it around your neck.
“IT'S TO HELP KEEP YOU WARM!” he explained, quickly grabbing another box. “OPEN THE OTHER MINE NEXT!”
You managed a grin before opening this one. It was the smallest of the five, wrapped with one of the colors from his other gift. A drawing in orange paint covered the top. At your best guess, it was supposed to be you, a large skeletal beast with huge, rainbow-colored wings. You did your best to not rip the drawing while you opened the box. The object inside was some sort of... ring... made of leather and studded with metal spikes.
“oh. that's a pretty cool bracelet you made, bro.”
You tilted your head, lifting it with the sharpened tip of your tail.
“YOU CAN WEAR IT ON YOUR WRIST OR TAIL!” Papyrus explained, getting up and walking over to your side. “DO YOU HAVE A PREFERENCE?”
Considering your tail was plenty sharp on its own, you raised a front leg. Papyrus happily unclasped the blue and orange bracelet before wrapping it around your leg. He slid back onto his blanket after that, grinning.
“NOW YOU'LL ALWAYS HAVE A PART OF US! OR, AT LEAST SOMETHING TO HELP YOU THINK ABOUT US.”
You gave your best purr, wishing you could speak to give him a proper thank-you. At his somehow widened grin, you figured you got your point across. Sans finally raised his tail, nudging a box over the tip of the cart and onto your pillows.
“my turn, i guess.”
Despite his rather laid back attitude, the box was wrapped neatly with bright blue paper. You tore it open without much preamble, blinking in surprise at the book inside.
“uh, yeah...,” he mumbled, glancing to the side and trying to cover his growing blush with a claw “since we've been workin' on your reading, i thought a joke book might be good.”
You grinned, opening the book with the utmost care. To be fair, few of the words made sense considering you had only recently started with letters, but the excitement of one day being able to read it filled you with... something. You couldn't place it, but it was definitely a strong feeling. With a loud purr you pulled the book close and smiled. Sans seemed to smile back, hiding the action by handing you the other box.
Wasting no time, you tore the matching wrapping paper off and peered inside. It was the second largest box of the five, and it was filled with... another box. With a confused look, you took the new one out and opened it. Among the tissue paper, you found another box. Papyrus was beginning to give his brother a concerned look, but you delved deeper and found, unsurprisingly, another box. At the fifth and final box, you finally found the gift inside. Gingerly taking it out, you studied the gift. A small, shell-shaped pendant stared back at you. As pretty as it was..., you weren't sure what to do with it.
“it's to cover that necklace.”
You raised your gaze, tilting your head.
“i noticed you seemed upset about it, uh, dripping everywhere,” he told you, using his magic to lift the shell and clamp it over the pendant. “that should keep the... liquid contained so it doesn't get on your jacket or the floor anymore.”
You cooed happily using your tail to play with the newly covered pendent.
“it's magic, actually. so the goop that drips into it is sent to inter-dimensional storage. i'll handle getting it emptied every once in a while.”
Purring, you nestled the covered necklace into your jacket where it could now sit without ruining Papyrus' head work. Feeling happy and comfortable, you raised your gaze to the largest package, wondering where it had come from. It certainly wasn't Gaster.
Seeing where you were looking, Sans lightly tossed the box to you. “this is actually from one of the scientists on the higher levels, alphys. when she heard the, uh, third assistant had a birthday comin' up, she asked us if she could send somethin'. apparently, a bunch of staff pitched in.”
Curiosity firmly piqued, you lifted the lid off the box and peered inside. The first thing you pulled out was a large pillow, somehow large enough for your whole skull. It was made with dark blues, a shimmering, light blue used for the echo flowers on the bottom and a bright yellow for something on the top.
“oh. echo flowers.”
“AND STARS!”
It felt soft on your face, too, so that was a huge bonus. The next thing from the box was a large backpack. Judging by the way the straps were made, it seemed to be created specifically for you. The straps would latch around the base of your wings, leaving room for them to stretch without letting the pack flap around too much. Curious about the size, you opened it and tried to stuff the new pillow inside. It took a lot of pushing, but you managed to get it to fit, if just barely. Papyrus and Sans watched with interest as you strapped it to your wings, using your teeth to tighten it properly. Once it was firmly attached, you stood and stretched, showing it off while also testing it. You could barely tell is was there.
“WOWIE. I WISH I HAD A BACKPACK THAT COOL.”
“maybe on your birthday, bro.”
“MAYBE!”
You smiled softly, peering back into the box and pulling out two stuffed... soft... things?
“PLUSHIES!”
With a tilt of your head you nuzzled them. They certainly felt soft. At closer glance, they appeared to be based of off Sans and Papyrus. You grinned, surprised at having another thing to be able to think of them by when they were busy and you were alone. Stuffing them carefully in the second pocket of the backpack, you turned your attention back to the box. The last object inside was wrapped with tissue paper, which you slipped off before taking it out.
“a phone?” Sans asked, getting up to look at it with you.
The whole object rested in your palm, with the screen taking up about one third of its size. The rest had twelve buttons, with the first three rows numbered one through nine with letters underneath. A box symbol, for storage Sans told you, was on the bottom left button and the bottom right one was colored green. Sans said that was for pulling up the screen to make phone calls. The number zero was on the middle bottom.
Sans huffed out a laugh. “wow. they really went all out. look at the buttons. they're made with holes in the middle for your claw to slide into. ours don't even have those.”
“LET ME PUT OUR NUMBERS IN!” Papyrus cheered, grabbing it and clicking buttons.
“he means he's putting it a specific set of numbers that'll let you call our phones,” Sans explained, slipping his out of his pocket. “if you choose the ones with our names, it'll call ours. do you remember what our names look like?”
You nodded after a moment, tracing out the letters to their names in your head to make sure. Just as you finished, Papyrus handed you your phone back.
“THERE! THAT SHOULD-”
A huge CRACK followed by the world shaking and a loud rumbling assaulted you. Your phone tumbled from your grip and fell onto the pillows, you following soon after. Papyrus leaned against you, doing his best to stay upright. Sans was the most stable, though he had his tail wrapped around a door. When the shaking subsided to a reasonable level, an alarm blasted through the facility.
“that's... that's the core alarm!”
Papyrus shivered, looking around. “B-BUT.... DAD!” He turned, running from the room.
“pap! wait!” Sans shouted, following.
You stood up as quick as you could on your slowly stabilizing legs. Just before running to follow, you grabbed the phone and slipped it into one of the zipper pockets on your sweatshirt. The few scientists that were allowed down here were running for the elevator to the upper levels, the only means of getting away from the core. Despite their fear, they made room for you as you barreled down the hallway. Despite not being able to see Sans or Papryus, you'd been here long enough to recognize the door to the CORE.
You pushed through that, skidding to a halt on the metal walkway and taking in the sight before you. Part of the walkway had crumbled, leaving a clear divide between the brothers and Gaster. It was large enough that no one would be able to jump it, but Papyrus was standing at the edge anyway. Gaster was working at a panel furiously, likely trying to fix the meltdown. Sans, meanwhile, stood several feet behind Papyrus, clearly afraid to step forward and risk plunging his brother into the core.
“FATHER!”
“Get out of here!” Gaster shouted back. “I won't let my experiments be destroyed.”
“c'mon, pap! listen to him!”
“WHAT IF HE GETS HURT AND NO ONE CAN HELP HIM?” Papyrus shouted back. He stood straighter, turning his head to get a good look behind him. As he pressed a claw down, a creak sounded. Papyrus hesitated glancing down just as the platform's back-ups failed and disconnected.
“PAP!”
“My experiment!”
As Sans tried to catch him with his magic, you roared at Gaster in the hopes of conveying how angry you were at his own caring for his experiments. When Sans cursed, his magic failing him, you acted on instinct. Leaping over Sans, you unfurled your wings and dived, catching Papyrus with a combination of your magic and your powerful jaw. He scrambled for a purchase, trying to grab onto anything as he wailed. You flapped your wings as hard as you could, crying out when you realized it wouldn't be enough. Using as much of your magic as you could, you propelled Papyrus up and back onto the safety of the walkway with his brother.
“FRIEND!” he yelled, leaning his head over with Sans to see if you were okay.
You flapped your wings as best you could, but couldn't make any headway. A glance back at them revealed the rainbow magic to be flickering in and out. The realization that you wouldn't make it came at the same time Gaster's platform was destroyed, sending him plunging into the core. You tried regardless, trying to make just enough altitude to grab onto something. Anything. But you could feel the magic falter, making you drop a few more feet.
“whoa, whoa! we'll go get help, okay? just stay up!”
The CORE was failing. If they went to get help and come back, they might die in the melt down. Besides, with your magic faltering, there was no promise you were making it out even if they did get help. So, you did the one think you knew would keep them alive.
You dropped your wings. They called out as you dropped, and you did your best to give a hopeful croon. You really did want them to be okay. The closer you dropped to the magma of the CORE, the hotter it got. Your tail lashed back and forth, betraying your fear.
You didn't want to die.
Just as you were about to hit the surface, you felt your tail rip through something, combined with the feeling of the last of your magic draining.
The world went black.