Conversational Travel
// Author's Note: I forgot how to breathe. That’s cool I guess, lol. I am finally getting back into drawing undertale, fully. However, I still want to draw the actual designs for Sandra and the others for this fic. One of my readers mentioned a while back how they would like to see this AU turned into a literal comic. I agree that this being a comic would actually be pretty cool. I am not a magnificent artist, but do like doing art. Good enough. I also want to start featuring fanworks for the headers of these chapters more. I think it will be fun, and a good way for some artists to get just a bit more recognition in the Wattpad community and Undertale Community. //
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“You know what, girls. I say that we all go out and celebrate your efforts! Even if you might not win, you all really put her there today. It’s on me, how about it?” Sandra looks to all the others with a smile as her blue eye forms inside the blackened eye-whites. “To top it off, I don’t think it will be anything you guys have tried yet.”
Nightmare thought about the proposal. She had heard about ‘Bubble Tea’ before, when he was hanging around Ccino for a while. However, she never bothered asking too much about it seeing as she was not the snoopy type. Contemplating the idea, Nightmare approved of the thought. After all, what was some time hanging out together with Classic? In a world where their previous antics had not been known, they could act a bit more normal than everyone else let them be back in their original home.
“I think it sounds like a good idea! How are we going to pay for it, though?” Killer looks over to Classic before kicking her feet along, catching some of the more sizable rocks that rested over the sidewalk. “As far as I know, stuff in this world definitely does not come for free, and you don’t seem to be employed…” The youngest Sans thought back on what she said and coughed. “I didn’t mean that as a bad thing, sorry-”
“There is no need to apologize for telling the truth, Killer. I, indeed, am not employed. Not that it really matters, completely. The students in the hero course at school are recommended to not have jobs, and their money helps to contribute to rent as long as they are in a hero-based course. Some students that are attending general classes even get this luxury.” Sandra subconsciously steps over a crack in the sidewalk, before looking back to her counterparts. “Not that I am imploring to look for ANY way around a job, of course. Besides that, I woke up here, in this place, loaded.”
“That is odd. It seems whatever source brought you here really knew what it was doing. For the most part-” Horror starts to chew on her fingernails, looking to the busy shop as they pass the block they would have turned to travel on to reach Sandra’s house. “The source really seems to be keen in some areas, and dull in a few others.”
“So, uh, bruh, do ya min’ tellin us more about dis world here?” Cross puts her hand on Sandra’s shoulder, before walking up to stand next to the original counterpart. “After all, dropping into dis world jus’ to be yeet into a fight is kinda odd.”
Sandra mentally facepalmed. She should have gotten to explaining this world to them sooner. It would have been harder to, though. Now that she thought about it, even with a brief explanation of what they were doing when the two had fallen into the world was practically a death sentence if that was a villain and not a training robot course. They are not used to quirks yet. Heck, they didn't know what quirks completely were.
“I can’t remember if I explained some of this to the others yet, but yes, I guess I should explain more of this to you guys. This world is a world of superheroes and villains. Much like any universe can be choked up to. However, superpowers are not something that are uncommon here. Especially in this universe. These superpowers are called ‘quirks’.”
“Seems quirky enough, broseph.” Fresh quipped in loosely, before a playful smack to the back of the head from her sister, Error who sighed with a light chuckle.
“Anywho, the people in this universe are born with quirks. On average, 1 out of every 5 children do not gain quirks. Quirks can range from almost anything. That is the result of a lot of these humans looking so strange or interesting. I know for a fact that Fresh was a little thrown off by our Principal being a Rodent-Dog looking guy. Trust me, somehow, he still is not the craziest thing you will see.”
“I take it that, seeing as you guys were not too far into school to begin with, nothing too interesting has actually happened?” Error asked as her voice glitched out in a couple areas. She plays with her blue strings, letting them fall from her fingertips and dangle for a little while before pulling them up, letting them down for a little while, and continuing the process.
“Actually, we had a run-in with a villain on our second or third day in school.” Sandra sighed, thinking back to the event with a bit of a saddened expression. “We went over to a training area to try and learn how to fight some dummies in some different environmental situations. There were areas with immense snow, a lot of water, and other areas.”
“It seems this school knows what it is doing, seeing as they are going to be exposing kids to different terrain early. It was hard for me to learn to fight around any water when I had first transformed. It caused me some real grief. You sound upset though, what seems to be the problem?” Nightmare puts her hands in her pocket, letting her eye go over to look at Sandra. “You seem tense, and upset.”
“It’s not you guys, if that is what you might be thinking. I was just thinking back to the event that I just told you about. To be honest, I was too angry to be scared. If I was in the right state of mind, I am sure I would have been frightened, though. The man that attacked the place brought a ton of subordinates. They were unorganized and reckless, but they did do their job of distraction.” Sandra sighed, before looking to the ground as she kicked her feet on the ground to try and get her shoe to go back up on her foot comfortably.
“What, did someone die?” Cross was a little alarmed at the notion someone might have died, and looks over in a bit of urgency.
“No, No. Nobody died.” (Sandra still does not know that she almost got permadeath lol.) “I can assure that several of us ALMOST did die though. I faced off against their boss, or at least who seemed to be the boss of the group. He was almost like one of those odd spoiled toddlers from the human world that the Pacifist kid introduced me to once. The second he didn’t get what he wanted, he threw a king-sized tantrum.”
Epic snickers before looking over, elbowing Cross and Fresh before whispering “Smol PP energy, am I right?”
Cross and Fresh both start to laugh a bit before calming themselves down again to finish listening to the story.
“Either way, I was facing off with this guy. His ‘quirk’ is decomposition, I think. Either way, he grabbed a hold of Papy’s scarf, because I was wearing it at the time. He reduced it to nothing more than ashes after one simple touch. I only got to keep a small piece of it after he was done with it. He hardly had to do anything to it…”
Dust seemed to immediately flip. If anything, she, out of most of these Sans variants here, that were together, would understand just how much this scarf means. Error might have, once upon a time, so she was sure to have let some of that attachment to it go already. Nightmare never had to worry about having a Papyrus around. Other than the one he had gathered for his ‘army’ at one point in time.
Killer had learned to stop riding on the emotions that followed Papyrus and his death ever since she had started killing in the timelines with Chara. Killer mainly had just grown very, very numb to it. That didn’t mean she didn't care though. As for Epic and Fresh, they were hard to explain. If they had any intense feelings from any possible resets that Classic did not know about somehow, they were good at hiding it.
“Either way, in the end, one of my classmates had to help me out, and several of the pro heroes with us were highly injured. I was hospitalized, but I don’t even remember for how long. I was in there for a while though. Momo, Mina, and Aoyama helped out with the scarf, though. They fixed it to the best of their abilities.”
The group continued on their way, Sandra telling them more about this world all the while. She told them about the constantly increasing money in the credit card she had been put into this world with, as well as how easy or common it is for villains to show up out of the blue. She then starts to talk about several of the places she had been, and known activity to be around. (mainly for the purpose of avoidance, unless they were there to deal with a crisis.)
“The humans are interesting here, regardless of all these odd features. Definitely something we are going to need to get used to. Especially seeing as we don’t know when any other portals will open up for Fresh and Epic to get back home.” Nightmare stated, before looking to the side. Epic and Fresh both stopped, seemingly in curiosity, if not alarm.
“Yo, yo, yo, homie. Whaddy’a mean jus’ us? Aren’ ya guys goin’ ta tag along? The sounds of whad’ya said are unradical, broski-” Fresh seemed to contemplate the idea of none of the others, other than herself and Epic going back to the multiverse. Her glasses flashed from ‘YOLO’ to “UH OH”.
“Well, we all thought about it last night, really.” Killer started, looking to the ground as she kicked around a few rocks. It really did help with some stress, surprisingly enough. “A lot of us don’t really have anyone to go back to, for the most part. Others have people they can go back to that really could just… lose the stress”. She looks at the two confused AU embodiments before contemplating her next words. “You guys already know our reputation. There is no real want, or need to have us around. We are still in hot water, and our lives have been much easier since we ‘dropped off the face of the multiverse’.”
Fresh thought about Killer’s statement, knowing that she was right.
The ‘Bad Guys’ were, as Killer admit to, shunned. They only came to ‘meetings’ that were necessary in establishing some form of ‘peace’ coinciding with AU’s. The meetings made sure to bash them, most the time. Very few of the AU actually knew where the former bad guys all resided. Classic was one of them, as well as herself, Epic, Geno, Ccino, Outer and a couple others.
“Ah’ … I guess ya ‘ave a point.” Fresh muttered to herself before resigning herself to the idea. She looks over to Error, more or less in growing worry. “‘Ya gonna’ do this ta’ me too, broski?”
“I am afraid so, Fresh. I am not trying to avoid you, or Geno, but… frankly, I am tired of trying to keep myself from saying anything stupid that will put the rest of the gang and myself into hot water. Ink thinks that he can sit on his high horse and keep everyone under his thumb the way he does without noticing.” Error scoffed at the idea of Ink at all. A grimace spread over her face as she grunted, pulling some of her hair out of her face as a means to distract herself from the situation. “I am not here to tell you who you should, or should not believe, Fresh. I don’t care who you believe, because it is your decision to make. I just know that I don’t want to go back. Not in the near future, at least.”
“I am the leader of the very group that has put everyone in danger several times. I really don’t think I need to describe any of this on behalf of myself. Besides, I don’t have anyone at all, for the most part. The only one I ever talked to was Ccino, and that was mainly in passing.” Nightmare shrugs before she pulls her hands up, locking her fingers together behind her head.
Everyone went through giving their explanations, mainly keeping to themselves, at this point. Epic stayed silent, and Fresh seemed to be giving the situation a lot of thought. Most likely because she was still very apprehensive about the whole idea.
The rest of the trip was a bit tense, but no one seemed to be too upset, at the moment. That was enough, for now. Sandra hoped that the place they were going was going to bring up everyone’s moods though. She knew she was practically in heaven the first time she went there herself.
“Come on guys, let’s pick up the pace before it gets too dark.”
// To be Continued //