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Crossed Unders in a Strip Club	By : Revharem Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor make money off of Undertale, Underswap, Underfell, Dreamtale, Underlust, Creationtale, Alchemytale, Instincttale, or X-tale, nor any of the characters depicted. This is purely for entertainment.

Chapter List
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UnderFell - Fell (Sans)
Echotale - Echo (Sans)
Undertale - Sans, Grillby, Gaster, Papyrus, Undyne
As they walked up to the door of the small, quaint establishment with a bright neon sign stating that this was Grillby’s Bar, Fell pushed the door open and walked in, leaving Echo to catch it as it swung heavily back in his face. The inside was nicely heated, taking the cold from their bones quickly, but not overheating them, and there was a peaceful air about the place. There were only one or two other customers in the booths and they didn’t even look up. It was pretty late and they were already deep in their drinks. At the bar was a hunched skeleton in a blue jacket, several pint glasses empty on either side of him spoke of his drinking so far.
Fell walked right up to the bar and boosted himself up next to the current occupant, pushing some of the glasses back toward him to make room for himself. They raised their head at the clinking glass and blinked slowly at their new companion. “Wha’d you want, ya damn fluff bunny.” Snarled Fell, baring his teeth.
The other blinked. “That’s no way to greet a new pal.” He slowly slurred, then offered a hand. “You are supposed to shake hands and say hello.” He was clearly drunk.
Fell snorted, but took the hand, only to yank his away yelping. “What the hell!” His voice cracked, the feminine sound laced through it again.
The blue hooded skeleton fell off his seat laughing, not even noticing when he bashed his head against another chair on the way down, hugging his sides. “Oldest. Trick. In. The. Book.” He gasped.
Fell glared, his cracked eye starting to glow red, until he realized that, indeed, it was an old trick, and one he had played as a baby bones more than once. In this pansy universe, they never got past small pranks, but the shock on all his rings had not felt good in the least. “You owe me a drink for that pal.” He growled.
“Sure, sure. Hey Grillbz, two more please, on my tab.”
An orange fire elemental looked up and narrowed his eyes at Fell, but nodded. He noticed Echo and raised a brow.
“I’ll pass. Thanks. I forgot I had something I needed to do. Maybe some other time.” He lied. That man from the portal wouldn’t get any help from this skeleton. He was wasted. Echo figured he’d offer what help he could. Before their bar in his verse had burned three years ago, Frysk had been a common patron and a heavy drinker. He knew all about taking care of over drinking.
With that thought, he stepped back out into the chill Snowdin air and made his way back over to the building beside the portal. It was a towering two story structure, but he figured, was probably average size if the bar and library were anything to go by. Stepping up to the porch, he knocked off his shoes on the wood to get the worst of the snow off and knocked on the front door.
Seconds later, the skeleton from earlier opened the door. “Yes, oh dear…um, how can I help you sir?” His eyes got wide as he realized who was at the door and looked up at Echo.
“Chill out, your friend at the bar was drunk when we got there, so I thought I’d offer my assistance. I’ve had my share of dealing with drunk humans and you seemed a bit, how to say, off balance, with the girl.” He could help but smirk as he remembered being in the same situation only a few years ago as fifteen year old Frysk collapsed outside their hut in the snow so wasted she couldn’t even walk.
“You, you want to help? You know how to handle this sort of thing gently?” He asked.
“Yup, name’s Echo, and you?” He offered a hand. This guy didn’t seem like the kind to pull a prank, he was too flustered to even think straight, but reminded him of Undyne’s girlfriend and one of his past selves, though those he barely remembered.
“G-Gaster. Please come in.” He stepped aside and let Echo in. As Echo stepped past, Gaster couldn’t help but notice the mud that covered his guest’s back. “Uhm, would you like help with the mud, Mr. Echo?” He asked. He was a bit of a clean freak and the thought of all that flaking in the carpet was a nightmare.
“Huh?” Echo ran a hand over the back of his skull, sending a cascade of dried flakes and bits falling. “Euhg, yeah, if you wouldn’t mind. I completely forgot. Damn Undyne and her stupid tunnels.” He looked at the powder now covering his hand, before going to wipe it off on his pants as he normally did.
“Just hold still please.” Gaster’s voice stopped him from moving. It had more authority than it had had moments before.
He saw the purple magic envelope him, but it didn’t touch his soul. He remained tense, unused to letting others use their magic directly on him, but the magic didn’t seem to even be touching him, but then the dirt lifted from his hand and he felt it peeling away from his skull and the stiffness leave his pants and jacket and had to resist the urge to shrug into the now more malleable material. Once the magic dissipated, he did just that, rolling his neck as well as the muck had gotten between his vertebrae.
“Thanks, a little more warning next time though please.” He growled, even as there was a shout from ahead and above him. Looking up, he saw a much more relaxed looking, if currently panicked looking Undyne staring past him, or more correctly, at his construct that hovered behind Gaster.
Gaster’s head snapped up. “What’s wrong Undyne?”
“What’s behind your head! It’s huge!” she screeched and pointed.
Gaster turned and stumbled back, right into Echo, who of course caught him but ended up in a pile tangled up with Gaster. The belts on the sides of his pants catching on loose catches on Gaster’s open coat and making things all the more awkward as they tried to separate even as they tried to help the other up.
Papyrus came out when he heard all the screeching and thumping. He had seen Sans’s blasters before so recognized it, even if it’s colors were off, and took in the scene: Undyne wide-eyed at the railing of the loft screeching, Gaster tangled with a strange skeleton on the floor who’s eyes matched the giant blaster by the door, and an unconscious Frisk on the couch.
“NOT TO WORRY UNDYNE! THE GREAT PAPYRUS CAN HANDLE THIS!” he walked down the stairs, picked up Echo and Gaster, easily disentangling them much like one of his puzzles, and then grabbed a cool rag from the bin that was already on the floor beside Frisk and replaced her cloth.
Echo, at a loss for words at the gentle handling by the Papyrus that looked so much like his own, and yet different, found his magic dispelled in the confusion. Glancing at Gaster, he saw the purple blush on the man’s face had only deepened to a dark violet and couldn’t stop the golden yellow that dusted his own face as he realized how awkward things had gotten so fast.
Undyne was speechless at Papyrus’s fluid handling of the situation.
“SHALL WE RETURN TO OUR GAME SO THAT I MAY CRUSH YOU ONCE AND FOR ALL ON THE GREAT CART OF MARIO?” he challenged Undyne, hands on hips.
She gasped, easily distracted. “Never!” and dashed back in his room. He grabbed two glasses of water from the fridge before heading up and joining her, the sounds of the game already playing as Undyne got a head start.
“Well, that was embarrassing.” Gusted Gaster as he walked over to the table and collapsed into a chair.
“Yeah, definitely.” Agreed Echo, still wide-eyed from the close encounter with a second Papyrus in so short a time.
They remained in their respective spots for a few minutes as everything processed and they calmed down, then the silence began to become awkward as both realized they were waiting for the other to say something.
Gaster finally was the one to break the silence. “So, you said you have experience with this sort of thing? Usually Papyrus just takes care of Sans if he’s too out of it when he comes home, so I really have no idea and I don’t drink, so, yeah.” He didn’t know why he was suddenly ashamed of his abstinence from alcohol, but there it was, he was blushing even more. If he didn’t stop, this visitor was sure to think something was wrong with him.
“Yeah, the Frysk in my world is a heavy drinker. I had to take care of her since she fell and she took to drinking a few years back. She’s probably out drinking now. Said she was going to see some friends, but lately she’s been coming home drunk, and we don’t have a bar anymore. At least I know how now.”
Gaster’s eyes never left Echo as he spoke, and his curiosity only grew. “You’re Frysk wouldn’t happen to wear a black and red cut-off shirt and carry a gun,” his eyes flicked down to Echo’s on set of artillery, “would she?”
“Yes. That sounds like her. You’ve met?” Echo questioned.
“She took our Frisk out to the club tonight and that how she ended up like this. She’s never drank a drop before, and from what she said, wasn’t planning on drinking tonight. That leads me to believe that Frysk either spiked her drink or didn’t pay attention and left Frisk with her drink. She says that it was the second and she didn’t realize.”
Echo sighed and finally sat in a recliner. “She has always been oblivious to how her actions affect others. I’m sorry for the trouble. I’ll have a word with her.” He promised.
“So is there anything I can do for her?” asked Gaster, gesturing to his own human problem.
Looking over, Echo groaned and pushed himself out of the chair he had just sat in. It had been comfy, and walked over to the unconscious girl and lightly laid one of his open palms over her forehead and another over her stomach. Looking up at Gaster he told him, “You’re going to want a bucket over here very soon, and a big one. I’m going to purge her system.”
Gaster’s eyes went wide, but then he took off for the kitchen at a sprint as if he thought she’d start spilling at any second. Echo could only grin. He wouldn’t do that, this place was to clean to foul like that. Dashing back in, Gaster held up a large basin. “Will this work?”
“Just fine, bring it over and I’ll show you what I do whenever my girl get in over her head.” He laughed lightly.
Gaster, who’s face had finally gone back to its normal white, flushed lavender again. He liked Echo’s laugh, it was husky with a scraping undertone. He moved the basin with warm water aside and set the basin in its place, just below where Frisk’s head rested on the couch.
Nodding, Echo turned back to the girl and focused his magic, putting more intent on healing and less on attacking. He wasn’t used to doing this particular kind of magic as after the first few times, Frysk had found her limit so she could avoid the purging. It was never pleasant. After a few seconds, Frisk’s eyes snapped open and she rolled toward him, head going over the couch, where Echo caught her and his other hand went up into her gut, forcing her to dispel everything she had into the bucket. It took a good ten minutes of puking, but she finally had nothing left in her system.
Echo directed Gaster to give the girl some water to rinse her mouth then spit, which she was grateful for, before slipping back to sleep. Turning back to Gaster after making sure she was comfortable, Echo explained, “We got everything out of her system now, so she won’t get any more drunk than she already is, but she will be severly dehydrated for the next few days and whatever her body has already absorbed will be there until it processes it and gets rid of it. She may puke again a few more times, but for now, let’s get this out and cleaned up.” He gestured at the basin full of stinking acid that the girl had expelled.
Gaster was more than happy to help dispose of the substance. “Is it normal for them to expel so much like that?” He asked. He had only seen her with a stomach bug once, but the brothers had taken care of her then and it he had never seen her actually puke, and Sans always dealt with this part of the hangover on his own, so Gaster was completely in the dark.
“When they get drunk, yes. Normally they won’t puke unless they are sick or something messes with the balance of the material in their bodies. While humans are physically stronger than us, they come with many weakness of the flesh that we don’t have to deal with, thankfully.”
“How interesting.” Mused the doctor as he fell into thought about how the human body was different than any of the many different kinds of monsters and how it reacted to the magic stimulus that had just been applied. He had seen that same practice applied to monsters many times and it normally resulted in a healing. On her though, it seemed to have the opposite effect, unless, buy healing, it caused the expulsion. That was an interesting theory for sure!
Echo watched the other skeleton as he set the now clean and empty basin back beside Frisk in case she should need it. Gaster’s eyes tracked unseen things as he thought, chasing ideas and thinking fast on theories that he could only hypothesize on as he would never make the human a test subject. That was inhumane. It reminded Echo of a time from before he was made and he wasn’t sure what to think of it. He knew that this Gaster was an alternate version of the one that had been fused to make himself, but wasn’t sure how to ask to know more about the one in front of him, so he just sat and watched him think in companionable silence.
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