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Crossed Unders in a Strip Club	By : Revharem Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1461 -:- 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.

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Dreamtale

Even after hundreds of years, Asgore still found himself walking through the forests to the glade that Jester had made his home after committing his atrocious crime. He cared for the trees, kept the encroaching tallgrass at bay, and left the dead area to its own devices in the vain hope it would grow green once more. The one tainted spot where Jester had stepped inside the glade still remained dead as well, for all the attempts the King made to help it revive. He knew, deep in his soul, that his actions of obliterating the black skeleton were just as heinous as the ones committed by his victim. Just because he was the king, that did not give him the right to waltz into the monster’s home and kill him.
They had two human children with them in Dreamtale currently, a set of twins who had hoped that they could escape life as it was above. As with all the other children, they were beloved, but since his murder of Jester, Asgore just couldn’t feel right about being close to the children. He often thought of locking himself away, but he knew his queen, his Toriel would come looking for him and then he would have to admit to her about his actions. He just couldn’t bear to see her face as she learned of his betrayal of their pacifist ways. It was a miracle that nobody had noticed his increase in LOVE. He still didn’t know why his EXP hadn’t gone up, but he wasn’t about to ask their beloved scientist, Dings, about it. He couldn’t tell anybody about this, so he just kept tending the garden in secret and slowly built a distance between him and the children as they came.
Today, though, as he was tending the garden and collecting all the fallen fruits, he noticed one of the trees had dropped their burden and it had rolled right up to the dark doorway into the small hut that had obviously been Jester’s new house. Asgore had always given the abode a wide berth, staying away from the structure as if it somehow contained some remaining energy from Jester. Sighing, he shook his head and forced himself to go closer. The fear that he had always felt around Jester he could feel building as he got closer to the hut, but it wasn’t as strong as it was in person. Once he got to the doorway he picked up the fruit and shook his head. There was nothing here. He knew that. He had destroyed the once living presence that had inhabited this space. With sadness, he looked into the house, then ducking his head, stepped inside. He had to face whatever was here. After how many hundreds of years, he should know just what Jester had lived like.
Upon stepping inside, he was surprised. From outside, the hut had seemed dark, but inside the light came in from three small windows positioned all around the house and kept it well lit. there was a table in the center of the floor along with what looked like a decayed pile of leaves along one wall that Asgore assumed to be the remains of what had been a nest. On the opposite side of the house from the nest were a few baskets, some shaby in their building, but quality improving after two or three. A total of ten baskets sat on the floor. All had heavily stained bottoms with the seeds of fruits remaining. All the baskets had likely been full before, before he had found Jester. As the fruits had aged and been left, they had rotted until nothing remained of them but their seeds. On the table were papers filled with notes, and stepping closer, Asgore found that the writing was surprisingly neat and easy to read. Looking over the notes, he found that some were just detailed writings of what the skeleton had done that day, like a journal or diary, while others spoke of timelines, the what-if’s and how-comes of what a world could become if one or two details were taken out or added. These pages confused Asgore. Dings had spoken of such things a long time ago, before moving onto other projects. He never really finished anything, but had so many started projects nobody could keep track.
As Asgore compared these notes to what he remembered once hearing from Dings, he remembered Jester coming to him speaking about how to break the barrier and how he had brushed him off, believing the monster to know nothing at all on the subject and just spouting off to get attention like always. But that wasn’t right, the skeleton didn’t spout off, he didn’t follow his role, he wasn’t how everyone remembered him. The more the king thought, the more he realized how wrong he had been about this particular citizen. Jester hadn’t been a jester at all. He was merely named that in the hopes that he would turn his self into something he was not.
It was then that Asgore remembered a fragment of their last conversation. He had called Jester a nightmare. That was a name that aptly fit what Jester had always been, and he had even accepted it and agreed that it was much more fitting. If his real name was Nightmare though, that meant that even though he wasn’t happy-go-lucky like the rest of the citizens, he still belonged here. King Asgore was hit once more with the true weight of how much he had messed up. Perhaps he should speak to somebody about this. Perhaps Dings was the best one to consult on the matter after all. Making his way out of the small hut with papers in paw, he grabbed the few baskets he had filled and started to make his way back home. Dropping his baskets off with the chef with a forced smile and a wave, he followed the cobbled path around his great keep to the observatory that had been built to watch the crystal formations as they changed. Dings claimed that it helped him relax to watch them.
Feeling great trepidation at what he was about to do, he took a deep breath before forcing himself to knock upon the door.
“Come in.” Hollered a voice somewhere between medium and high pitched, just a bit too high to be proper for a scholar. This was followed by a heavy crash just as Asgore pushed open the door, allowing a cloud of light brown dust to billow out.
Even with his ill feelings, Asgore couldn’t hold back a small chuckle at his scientist’s antics. “Calm down Dings, it’s just me old friend.”
“Oh hey Azzy, what’s up?” He asked, trying and failing to clean the dust off his battered coat and keep his extra hands from acting up as they flew around the room cleaning and making more of a mess at the same time as they occasionally pegged each other with random objects. It was no wonder nothing got done here.
Taking a deep sighing breath, Asgore told him, “I found something while I was out in the forest a while back, and just today, I found some more stuff of interest. I could use a friendly ear to listen if you can spare some time?”
Instantly two of the hands zipped back to Dings, cupping beside his head to look like ears, a comic appearance on the skeletal creature. “I’m all ears. Don’t leaf me hangin’.” He joked.
“Can you be serious please? This isn’t a joking matter.” The king said rather annoyed as he remembered that of course the scientist had always had a knack for turning everything into a joke and better version. Murder was no joke though and he was starting to regret his choice to speak to the scientist first.
The hands at the side of Dings’ head dropped and floated away dejectedly. Dings watched them go then turned to Asgore. “Now why’d you have to go and ruin their fun. We don’t get many visitors here you know. It wouldn’t hurt to play along. They are a lot like children, even if people don’t realize it just because they look like hands.”
“Dings, this is serious, and if they are like children, then what I have to say they definitely shouldn’t hear.” He insisted.
Dings finally started to look a bit worried for his friend and held out his hands in a placating gesture. “Alright, just give me a moment please.” Giving a shrill whistle, he called all the constructs back to him and directed them to a hidden room behind a shelf that Asgore hadn’t even known existed. “Now what is going on that is so bad that you can’t bring it up around my little constructs?” Dings asks, surprisingly coming down to a no nonsense attitude.
Asgore was quite surprised by the sudden change. Taking a hard swallow and clearing his voice, he coughed and then began his tale. Once he started, he found that he couldn’t stop and ended up spilling everything, every last word exchanged, his guilt, how he had shown no remorse, and how he had told nobody all this time. He finished by telling about how that very afternoon he had seen the inside of the house and had been brought down to earth with his revelations on the injustices they had put Nightmare through, as he had come to accept him to truly be named such. At some point he had slumped to sit on a pile of books even as Dings himself perched himself upon one of the desks that had a bit of clear space. When he finished his tale, he remained quiet, sobbing in silence as he waited for his trusted friend to absorb all he had told him.
It took a long while for Dings to fully put the pieces together. He had seen and felt the dark skeleton lurking around his lab many times, but had let the lad do as he pleased because although he feared him, he also felt bad for the obviously lonely skeleton. To hear that he had come to terms apparently with his solitary existence and had actually be able to make it as any other normal monster just pushed his belief that he really was normal, just different. Finally he did the one thing that he had never done in his life. He checked the LOVE and EXP of his friend just to verify his story and found that he had not been lying when he had said his LOVE had gone up but left his EXP untouched which did not match what had been witnessed. That made him wonder on a detail that Asgore had not mentioned.
“Friend, tell me something. You say you have tended that grove for the entire time since you attacked Jes- er, Nightmare. Did you ever find his Dust?”
Asgore only shook his head sadly.
“Then I have some news that may make you feel a bit better about this whole situation, if only a smidge. I don’t believe you killed the boy. He had a special ability that I don’t think anybody really knew about. Perhaps his brother’s might, and I only know because I caught him at it when he didn’t know I was around. Did you per chance see a distortion in the air before you send your attack at him?” asked Dings carefully.
“I don’t remember. It was so long ago. I don’t remember seeing anything that stuck out and I haven’t seen any sign of him since then. What proof is there that he survived? How could he have survived? He only had on HP, just like his twin, Mi’Lord.” Asgore was not sure if he should be hopeful or angry about the debate that had come up. He didn’t know what he had expected, but to be told that the murder he had committed had not happened was not it.
“Well, you see your majesty, Nightmare had the unique ability to step through space. It is my belief that he may have tried to do that even as you released your own magic and the combination of your magics resulted in his being more powerful than normal and put him farther away than anticipated. He likely finally found his way to the surface like he always dreamed. He is probably much happier wherever he is now. Trust me. I’m sure of it. If you had killed him, I can assure you that your EXP would have gone up.” At this Dings looked away. “I’ve made my own mistakes in my years. You can trust me when I say that had you had a part in his death, you would definitely have the marks to prove it. Even if he did die at some point in the time from then to now, it would not be on you.”
The last almost whispered statement made Asgore look up surprised and he found himself checking the levels of his friend in disbelief. Sure enough, his EXP was higher than Asgore could imagine, but his LOVE was almost nonexistent. “How, how is that even possible? To have so much of one, but none of the other?” The king asked dumbfounded.
Dings visibly flinched. “I was the one to help many mothers try to bring in new young after we were first forced underground. We did not have the necessary training to safely make sure the young survived. As the one helping with births, a process I will admit little knowledge of, many were lost due to inexperience. I did not necessarily try to harm or kill them, but they died by me in the end. It is why I do not get many visitors your majesty. The townsfolk remember the loss of their young too well. Also, by making my constructs, it spreads my magic is makes the weight of my sins lighter and less noticeable to others. It is because of my experience though that I know that you did not kill or cause the death of Nightmare. You can rest assured of that.”
“What should I tell Mi’Lord? He deserves to know his twin’s fate, doesn’t he?”
Dings only shook his head. “What would you tell him? We don’t know what happened. He could be in the above, or he could be somewhere below. He may not even be in this world anymore. It would be best to let Mi’Lord remain in the mind that his brother is still living his outcast life. It would be best for the whole kingdom.”
While he knew the scientist’s words where true, he couldn’t help but feel guilty at his relief of knowing that he didn’t have death on his hands, only a more permanent exile and that he wouldn’t have to explain that had attacked Mi’Lord’s brother unprovoked. “Thank you Dings. Would you like his studies? He wrote some stuff down while he was out there that I can’t really make sense of, but you may. As I mentioned before, he was quite smart.”
“Oh, just put it on a pile somewhere. I’ll get to it eventually.” Dings gestured dismissively even as the bookcase shifted and one of the hands squeezed its way out. “Was that everything Sire?”
“Yes, Thank you very much Dings. I feel much better. Do you mind if I come back to talk to occasionally about this? It has bothered me for some time and it likely will continue to for some time.”
“I am here for you always, my friend.” Dings gave a shallow smile.
Asgore nodded, left the papers atop one of the stacks of books and took his leave feeling a bit lighter knowing that he was not a murderer. He could be close to the children. He was a good King. Smiling a true smile for the first time in many many years, he whistled as he made his way back to his queen and swept her and the twin children into a great furry hug making them all laugh.
And so, just as things have always done, they went back to the way they had always been, though the King and the Scientist talked more and the King’s walks out to the forest became many fewer as years went on and he got over his guilt. Soon it was no more than a faint memory.

Note from the Author:
This chapter was a request from a reviewer. I’ll admit it was very had to write, I hate how it finished, but there it is. This was not a universe I planned on coming back to. I may yet end up visiting it again in the distant future, but not too soon I hope. The next two chapters will likely be in alchemytale and either underfell or horrortale(another au I didn’t want to touch but it just may work) Sorry it’s short, and very very sorry for the delay on this and my other story. What a writer’s block. Enjoy and review please!
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