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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.

Chapter List
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Underfell – Sans(Fell), Papyrus(Boss), Chara
Echotale – Gaster/Sans(Echo), Frisk(Frysk)
Undertale – Sans, Gaster, Frisk, Grillby, Papyrus, Undyne

“So in this universe you’re a prankster, huh?” sneered Fell as he smacked down his third mug on the bar, having just drained it.
“That obvious?” laughed a very drunk Sans as he sat on his stool swinging his feet.
Fell snorted, then snapped his phalanges at the flame for a refill. “Extra mustard this time.” He growled and shoved his glass down the bar for the elemental to catch.
Grillby for his part just nodded and got the drink. He didn’t speak much, but he could tell this monster was not someone to mess with. His levels were much too high, so even though he was rude and annoying, Grillby did whatever he was bid quickly and quietly.
Looking back at Sans, Fell was surprised to find the skeleton watching him. “What’d’ya want?” he snapped.
“You do know you don’t have to be such an ass. He’ll get you whatever even if you ask nice?” he shrugged and took another haul off his ketchup laced tequila.
“Yeah, well I ain’t changin just to make you feel better, so fuck off. I order how I order cause that’s what I do.”
“Whatever.” Sans shrugged again. Finishing off his drink, he set it down with the horde of glasses he had collected at the end of the bar. I’m going home. Kid’s probably getting worried. I don’t normally stay out this late.” He slid off his stool, stumbling a few steps before fetching up against a table to gather his balance.
“Pussy.” Grumbled Fell. It was no fun to drink alone and the bartender wasn’t rising to any of the bait he had tried to throw at him. He had insulted the guy, the place, his patrons, everything, and still he wouldn’t say a word or speak. Maybe he was mute, wouldn’t that be a laugh? He snorted even as a mustard laced whisky was set gently in front of him. He downed the whole thing at once and followed much more drunk skeleton out into the cold.
Sans, for his part, stumbled every few steps one way, then the other as he teetered home. Fell sighed and grabbed his arm and started dragging him toward the house in a much more straight line, though it did zig and zag in a few spots betraying his own drunkenness.
Back at the house Papyrus was laying out a bedroll for Undyne as she brushed her teeth. Due to how late it had gotten they had decided that she could stay the night, which meant that Pap would likely be up all night from excitement and be playing video games until he finally tired himself out trying to beat the fish woman.
Echo had ended up staying and sat with Gaster drinking coffee and discussing the differences between their two worlds and the monsters that lived in each. Echo had trouble believing in the differences of how this universe differed so much from his own, but he only had to glance upstairs to Papyrus to see it was true. In his universe, Papyrus led the royal guard for King Asgore and was vicious in his quest for freedom from the underground. He already had battle plans set for when they reached the surface and how they would take on the humans that had trapped them below. The Papyrus here was so innocent and child-like. On top of it all, there was no thought of war. Sure there was the royal guard, but animosity was pretty low key for the most part in this universe.
“I can see why Frysk goes to these other universes if they are so friendly, albeit, the one I originally ended up in was not like this one, a bit more rough around the edges.” Echo laughed. They had both loosened up after a few drinks and science talk.
“We are trying to limit the contact with more dangerous universes at the moment, but a few do occasionally come through. What was the one you ended up in like?” Gaster asked, worried that some new threat may have been found.
“Well, their Snowdin had more dust than snow on the ground and I was greeted rather abruptly by their version of Papyrus. He nearly took my head off. Once I assured him that I was only passing through and came through that portal thing, he calmed down though. Actually had their brother bring me to the bar here since theirs was closed.” He shrugged. Their behavior was not unexpected to him, if a bit brash he would admit.
“You mean one of them is here in our universe with you?” Gaster asked, then remembered the smaller, more gruff skeleton that had been in Echo’s company upon their arrival immediately after his own. “I don’t suppose you mean Fell, do you? His eldest brother actually help create the portal, so they have access to it, even though their world is definitely more dangerous than most of them that we associate with.”
Echo nodded, “That was what his brother called him. I’ll assume that they are friends of yours then?”
Gaster tipped his hand in the air in a so-so movement. “More like we are working associates. We appreciate the distance between us, but work side by side when needed to keep improving and expanding the portal-scape.”
“I guess that makes sense. Considering the levels I saw on the two there, and the type of levels I’ve seen so far here, I can understand your uneasiness.” Echo reasoned.
Gaster gave a slight grimace even as he nodded his confirmation and couldn’t help once more glancing at his guests levels once more. A second of uncomfortable silence and Echo realized his flop.
“I hope that I am not making you uncomfortable, but it is late. Perhaps I should be on my way?” he offered, just in case Gaster actually had been looking to be rid of him all this time and he not realized it.
“No no no!” Gaster quickly assured, waving his hands, “You are perfectly fine. Your levels are eerily high, I’ll admit, but you seem like a decent monster.” He got up to get more tea and lifted the coffee pot in question to Echo.
“Yes please.” He said, he had already been half up and ready to leave had Gaster asked. He finished getting up to bring his cup over for a refill and add his preferred fixings. He didn’t miss Gaster’s unmistakable lavender blush when they accidentally knocked elbows in the small work space. Since the coffee was still hot on the burner, it didn’t take long for Echo to finish making his new cup, but Gaster was brewing a new pot of hot water for his tea and as Echo sat, Gaster leaned back against the stove and observed him.
Breaking the silence, Gaster cautiously probed, “I haven’t seen any monsters that look like you in our or any of the other universes we’ve found.” He left the statement hang, hoping the other would be forthcoming with information. Maybe they just had an extra person in their universe, but something about this monster felt off.
“I am honestly not surprised. I was but wasn’t born like this.” Echo, knew what Gaster was getting at and took the bait, taking mercy on his host. His statement made Gaster’s brows rise in confused interest, but the scientist held his tongue for the time being. “I guess the best place to start would be when the two scientists of our world were forced together to work. It is not like they did not want to work together, they just ended up placed together by the King. They were both geniuses in their own right, and combined they advanced a lot of the technology and understanding of machines in our universe. One day though, one of their experiments went wrong. I don’t know the details, and honestly I can’t remember much of how it all came together. I know they were working with determination and monster souls trying to make monsters stronger so we could stand a better chance against the humans. When the dust had settled, they were gone but I was there, as I am now. I have bits and pieces of memory from both of them, and after some talking with another scientist who is helping us now, we were able to figure out that somehow I am harboring both of their souls within me, and they somehow created a whole new soul, resulting in my personal consciousness. Their bodies ended up melding almost perfectly and left me with the form I acquired. That is the closest we have come to a hypothesis of what may have happened. The chance of that being replicated elsewhere under different circumstance and of coming across it is pretty low I believe.” Echo had stared into his coffee through his explanation, and upon ending, finally took a drink then looked up to see what Gaster made of his story.
Rather than repulsed or horrified, Gaster was interested. This was clearly visible on his face as he attempted to think through the chances of that happening elsewhere, and just what could have been the catalyst to create a soul, combine two bodies into one, and bind three souls into that one form without it going mad or destroying itself. The very idea of messing with the science of life and creation was nauseating, but the idea of what could be achieved if success was guaranteed was beyond the imagination.
Echo watched Gaster ponder and think, his fingers drumming on the edge of the stove. The water had boiled and a new cup of tea rested in Gaster’s other hand forgotten. He could just imagine either of his previous selves being just like this man.
A slamming door interrupted both of their though processes though as Fell kicked in the door and dragged a barely conscious Sans through the door. He glanced at the two of them near the kitchen and snorted when he saw Echo a mug of something obviously not alcohol. “Where you want this?” he growled out to Gaster, holding up limp Sans by his hood.
Gaster quickly set down his mug and rushed over to save Sans from this much rougher version of himself. “Ah, I can take him from you. Thank you for bringing him home.”
“Eh, whatever. Woulda fallen asleep in the street if I hadn’t and the someone mighta tripped on him and dusted his ass. He ain’t bad drinking company and that is hard to find.” He threw a disdainful glance at Echo who just watched.
“I doubt anyone here would dust him.” Gaster attempted to lift the smaller skeleton to the recliner, but couldn’t handle it, having next to no physical strength and Sans weight a lot more than he looked.
Shaking his head, Fell muttered to himself, “Wimp.” And grabbed his look-a-like and flopped him into the chair.
“Ah, thank you again.” Stammered Gaster, unsure what to do with this new guest.
“I’m goin home. Bartender here ain’t no fun and nobody is left to drink with.” He groused. He turned to make his way back outside and felt all the air leave his chest and his soul get stuck in his proverbial throat. Before him was a human girl, not unlike his own pet back home, but this one was well cared for and wasn’t cowering away from him in fear. She was asleep and peaceful. He couldn’t explain it, but some part of him said that she was important and he needed to know more about her.
“Everything okay Fell?” Gaster asked when the small skeleton stopped in his tracks and just stared at Frisk. He looked, confused, but tender, and a bit worried as well.
Gaster’s words snapped him out of his reverie. “I’m fine. Just leaving.” He tightened his jacket around his shoulders and left in a hurry before he could make more of a fool of himself. ‘What the hell is going on? I’ll check on the pet tonight, and if she makes me feel weird, I’ll turn her over, I swear.’ He gives himself a little shake and steps through the portal back in his universe and makes a beeline for the human’s shack. Ever since it killed Undyne, Boss wouldn’t let it in the house and Fell couldn’t really blame him. Undyne had been one of the few monsters who gave two shits about them and Boss had looked up to her. He had wanted to be the one to defeat her and prove he had what it took to be one of the most powerful monsters in the underground. When he reached the shack and pulled open the thin wooden door and heard shuffling in the back. The whole thing stunk of excrement, urine, and puke. He summoned a red light so he could see and after a few seconds picked out the emancipated form in the back of the shed trying to make itself small and unseen. A few months ago it had spat at him and struck fear into the weaker monsters of this underground. How the tables had turned. Looking at it, he only felt revulsion. He no longer wanted this pet, and it didn’t well up confusing feelings like the human in the other verse. He put out his light and left the shack, slamming the door. Going inside, he found Boss cleaning some blood off of his boots, likely from work. “Eh, Boss?” he carefully asked, unsure of his brother’s temperament at the moment.
“Hmm.” He hummed.
‘He must be in a good mood’ Fell figures. “The pet doesn’t look like it will last much longer. Do you want to take it up to the King or want me to just drop it out with the post for the Doggi to grab?” his voice faltered slightly at the end as Boss stopped his polishing.
“I’ll take it up, but you have to clean that shed out. You wanted to save it, now you can clean up its mess.” He sighed.
Fell knew better than to ask after his Brother’s well-being, so just said thank you and went to his room to sleep off his drinking. Before he could make it though, Boss spoke up once more.
“What happened to the other monster?”
Fell lied, knowing if he said that the other had left and not drank, then his brother would wonder just where he had been this whole time. “He drunk a ton, almost more than me, then left. I had to help him to the portal, but where he ends up after that is not my concern.” Fell shrugged and hoped his brother bought it. It was sort of true. He had drank with another monster and had passed Sans after their third hour together, then helped the other home. It wasn’t all a complete lie.
“Hmmm.” Boss hummed again. “Go to your room. No breakfast for lying and we will see about lunch. I can smell another human on you and your soul’s beat is off.”
Fell slumped but made his way to his closet “room” and resigned himself to a few extra hours hungry the next morn while wondering what his brother meant with his soul.
Having just finished his third cup of coffee and talked with Gaster more on random subjects, Echo excused himself and started home himself. It had been a long day, he stopped to look Sans over before he left, being the closest thing there was to a replica of the other half of what a part of him used to be. It felt a bit like de ja vu to see this monster who had but had not once been himself. Shaking himself, he left. Stepping through the portal was comforting as well. He looked around, seeing the ruins and could now place which ones where which buildings from the other verses. Everything had a place there, but this one had encountered a civil war and made life much different for the monsters and human here. When he finally got to their hut and stepped inside, he found Frysk curled up trying to retain warmth next to their small stove on her cot. Their argument was forgotten for the time being as he settled himself to grab a few hours of sleep before they had to be back up and at their normal daily lives once more. “I’m sorry I can’t give you a more steady life like what they have kid. You deserved better.” He whispers before drifting off.
Gaster, for his part, bid Papyrus a good night and lets him know his brother is passed out on the recline and drank too much once again and makes his way over to the inn and happily collapses in his own bed there. He recognized the soul song when he saw it, but he never expected to experience it himself. Now that he had, he felt intoxicated himself. To think that he, great scientist W.D. Gaster had his soul mate locked in a universe where the whole underground was in civil war, his life on the line every day, was terrifying and unbelievable. Moreover, the man had almost as many levels as Spikes, an alter of his own self. The levels on Echo though, did not scare him the way that the Underfell monsters or Frysk’s levels scared him. Maybe it was the soul song distracting his mind or maybe it was the way he held himself, either way, he wanted to know Echo more and see him again as soon as he possibly could.
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