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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
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Sitting curled up on the couch watching the tail end of the Mettaton show with Sans snoring next to her, Frisk smiled. He looked so worn out when he slept, as if the happy mask he kept up all day really wore him out. She knew that waiting for the barrier to come down was a big thing for all of them and the letdown of not being able to just move to that verse that had managed it had broken more than a few monsters. They just kept getting their hopes dashed. Sans just wanted a happy surface life for his brother. She just knew that Papyrus would love the surface. He was infatuated with the idea of birds, especially blue jays. It never took much to entertain the young minded giant. She had been running her hand of San’s skull, enjoying the feeling of the soft but hard texture under her hand when she felt him move.
“Hey kiddo, that crap on tv almost over. I was planning on going out to the bar tonight, I’m only here cause you asked.” He pushed himself up from where he had been laying on her lap. Blearily he blinked and rubbed a hand over his skull, right where her hand had just been.
“Yeah, it just ended. He did really good today. You missed a great show tonight.” She mumbled, looking down to try and cover her blush. “Thank you for hanging out with me though, I know you don’t really care for it. Sorry to keep you…” She trailed off.
He sighed. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself, kid. I already told you that I don’t feel like that for you. Try getting out and meeting some other people. Heck, with that verse that has the broken barrier, you might even be able to get yourself a decent human instead of a slob like me, heh. Think about it, ‘kay?” He refused to meet her eyes. He honestly felt bad about pushing her away, but she was more like an adopted little sister. He had raised her since she fell into the underground ten years ago. Now twenty years old, she had ideas that he couldn’t fathom entertaining. He just couldn’t do it. It would be like trying to be with his brother. Just not possible.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll do that.” She huskily said looking away depressed. The glint of tears was apparent, but she fought them, not wanting to show how much it hurt. Being pushed away and family zoned hurt more than she would ever admit to the skeleton.
“Well, I’m going out. Let Pap know if you’re going anywhere. I don’t know when I’ll be coming back in.” With that he turned and walked out into the chill air of Snowdin.
Looking through the window, she could see him walking towards Grillby’s, just like he said he was. Flopping back on the couch, Frisk clutched one of the threadbare pillows to her chest and curled around it. She didn’t open up to many people. She got along with the monsters in this verse well enough, but she didn’t really venture out to the other verses. That was Gaster’s thing. Ever since he had been pulled through that blip he had made in the back, he had bouncing all over the timelines. She was just glad he hadn’t landed in one of those Genocidal timelines. It would break the king’s soul to lose Gaster. They were really close friends.
Walking into the bunker, Frysk set her rifle beside the door and re-secured the snaps holding the knives on her hips in their sheaths. She didn’t need to be so prepped at home. Echo was sitting at the table, tracing paths on the map that was laid out there. “Hey Echo, anything new around the ruins or still quiet?” she asks as she moves around the large round table and goes to grab the spiced hot chocolate mix in the cupboard. It always helped dispel the chill she got from being outside.
She never managed to find adequate clothes since falling, so had to make do with what she had. The cloth from the shirt she had fallen in now made a much shorter shirt, and the jeans had long since been modified to shorts just to keep her covered. When she had found a set of leggings the one day, that had been a gift from the surface she couldn’t refuse. Her shoes were normally made from the pelts of critters that had not survived the fall into the underground. In this world of war, she made do with what she could get.
Turning, now nearly done preparing her drink, she looked at her friend and savior. He still hadn’t answered and his yellow eyes seemed to be very intent on the map. “Echo? What’s up?” She walked over to stand beside him and looked at the part of the map that he seemed to be focused on.
“That strange anomaly that appeared a few weeks ago in the wood over here, you know the one, well, there were foot prints outside of it today. And it looks like someone else may have found it and actually approached it.” At this, he pulled up a cigarette and lit it, the butts of half a dozen in the ashtray that was emptied every ‘night’.
“Um, I may have actually checked it out the other day.” Frysk looked down at her ratty shoes as she pushed her toes into the dirt floor. She actually had real shoes now, since she had stepped through it and into a different version of the underground. They had a lot of stuff and she had gotten the converse style pretty easily. She knew Echo was glaring at her.
“What have I told you about taking risks? We have no idea what that thing is or what it’s for.” He growled. Pushing off the table, he walked toward the doorway, which was only covered by a ragged piece of cloth to keep the worst of the wind out. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and sighed through his nose, the smoke billowing out between his teeth and largely out of the cavity that was his nose. It all joined the haze that rested against the ceiling and slowly filtered out through the door.
“Well, we weren’t finding anything out by just waiting, so I checked it out. Turns out it is like a portal to other undergrounds. Places that are better than this hole. I ended up meeting a Gaster who claims to have helped create it. He explained it to me. I don’t understand everything, but it is basically like the portals that Sans used to make but instead of jumping to parts of our own world, we can jump to a set spot in other worlds.” She explained.
Echo glared at her. “So you got to meet Gaster, eh? That isn’t possible. I am Gaster and Sans. They don’t exist anymore due to their own selfish folly. Get over it, they ain’t comin’ back. You’re stuck with me.” With that, Echo turned and stomped out.
Narrowing her crimson eyes, Frysk ground her teeth. “You, you, you’re so frustrating!” she growled to the now empty room. Slamming down her drink, spilling a few drops, she grabbed her ratty shawl and her gun and pushed back out into the cold. She was too angry to sit at home. Pushing through the snow that quickly soaked through her leggings, she made her way to the portal. Echo may not like it, but she had friends there and they at least could be sympathetic! She didn’t watch around her or look around as she pushed up to the portal and stepped through without any hesitation.
Watching and glaring in exasperation, Echo dragged a hand over his face. That girl could be suck a pain at times. She probably didn’t even know about the verses that were worse than this one. He knew that blowing up at her was likely not the best reaction, he was just over-protective. If the king got her, she’d be shackled and experimented on until she died, then her soul held captive until enough were collect to break the damn barrier. He knew what the portal was, but had wanted to keep it secret and to keep her away from it. He had actually went through a few times himself, and nearly got dusted a few times too. Some of those little skeletons in the dark verses had quite the evil streak. Shaking his head, he went to go do another patrol. Maybe he’d go to one of the bars in the other verses later to grab a drink. Amethyst had a nice place in Fell and with his Love, he didn’t have much to fear from the monsters there.
Blinking in the clearer, brighter landscape of Undertale’s bright crystals that shown down from the cavern ceiling so far above, Frysk enjoyed the open area. To her left was the laboratory that Gaster could be heard shuffling and talking to himself through the window. These monsters had so much less to worry about. Walking up to the lab door, she gave a quick knock and peeked in. “Hey G, is it okay if I drop my stuff in the corner here?” She called.
He looked up. “Oh, hey Frysk. What do you have with you today?”
“Just my rifle and a few knives.” Seeing a few new blueprints on the board, she realized he had probably started some new project. “Whatcha workin’ on?” she asked, step into the workshop.
“Oh, just some improvements for the core. I’m hoping to make it a bit more stable so that we might be able to get power to the ruins more efficiently. Sans mentioned that a friend of his that lives there has been having some trouble.” He looked at her directly. Why don’t you put your things over here in this cabinet? This way nobody will get curious and hurt themselves and I can keep an eye on them. We don’t want anybody dusting themselves accidentally, now do we?” He smiled, though it seemed a bit wan.
Frysk knew that her Love and Exp unnerved a lot of monsters here, but it wasn’t as high as Echo’s. They would probably freak if the met him. “Sure thing. Thanks G. Is Frisk inside? I was hoping I could talk to her and maybe get her out of the house. I met a cool group the other day I wanted to introduce her to.” Her voice echoed as she carefully set the rifle in the small cupboard and took off the belt and garter knives and laid them on the floor next to it.
She pulled her head out just inside to hear Gaster reply, “Yeah, she’s inside. Take care now.” Apparently he had noticed one of his variables or something didn’t match up and was once again absorbed in his work.
Grinning, she slipped behind the stalk-like monster and out the door, closing it quietly. It felt weird to walk around without her weapons, but she knew that it made everyone feel better if she was unarmed. She felt naked. Coming around the side of the house, she glanced through the window and saw Frisk curled up around a pillow on the couch, crying again. What was it now, some sad tv drama or such? That girl was so easy to disturb. Smiling, Frysk made her way up the porch and knocked.
Hearing a knock at the door, Papyrus stuck his head out of his room. “ARE YOU EXPECTING ANYONE, HUMAN?” he yelled into the open area.
“No, but I’ll go check it out. Probably just someone looking for Grillby’s or the portal anyways.” Frisk weakly called back. “Go on back to your game.”
“Come on Pap, I almost had you!” She heard Undyne snap from in Papyrus’s room. They were playing Mario Kart on his new x-box. That was one perk of the broken barrier in the verse on the other side of the portal. They got better stuff that didn’t have water damage. It made living in the underground much more comfortable.
Upon reaching the door, Frisk didn’t even bother checking the spy hole and opened the door. So her surprise to see a taller, shabbier version of herself standing there with hand on hip was quite expected. “Uh, Frysk, I wasn’t expecting you. Wanna come in?” She quickly scrubbed at her eyes, hoping the tracks of her tears weren’t still visible. She wasn’t a pretty crier, and knew the signs would likely still be there, but she could try at least.
“Sure would, it’s chilly out here.” Before stepping in, she smacked her toes off the wood of the porch, knocking the worst of the snow off and scraped her soles on the mat as she stepped in, a small courtesy she remembered from before she fell.
This time it was Undyne who poked her head out of Papyrus’s room. “Hey Frysk, that bonehead still treating you like shit?” she called down.
“Yeah, but nothing has changed there. I would be worried about him if he didn’t.” She laughed back. Waving the fish woman back to her game as Papyrus called from in the room. Undyne grinned, showing her sharp, shark like teeth, and vanished back into the room.
The silly sounds from the game were all that were heard for a few seconds before Frisk broke the silence. “So, uh, what brings you here?” she couldn’t meet Frysk’s gaze. She was so weak in comparison and with her cheeks still puffy from crying, she knew it would do little to improve her impression to the feistier girl.
Hearing a deep sigh, Frisk looked up and looked at Frysk. “Alright girly, out with it. Why are you crying this time? And if it’s because of some stupid show, I’m leaving.” She said, jerking a thumb over her shoulder toward the door as she crossed the room and dropped into the recliner chair and promptly sunk into the plush cushions.
“N-no, it, it wasn’t a show. It’s nothing, really. I’m dealing with it. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.” Mumbled Frisk, wringing her hands absent-mindedly as she sat back on the love seat before she grabbed a pillow that she held close to her stomach.
“The hell it is. Now out with it. What’s eating you?” demanded the brasher woman in a harsh, but caring voice.
Frisk looked up again, surprised by the pushiness of the other and found her eyes locked by the crimson ones boring into her. “It’s, uh, it’s just Sans. I, I really like him, but he doesn’t feel the same. He’ll cuddle with me and say he loves me, but then he say’s I’m family and he can’t see me as more than that. I know he raised me since I was ten and all, but, I don’t know. I really like him. I don’t know how to deal with this?” She was bordering on crying again and kept her gaze on her knees, which she had drawn up to her chest.
“Huh, believe it or not, I’ve been there hun, and it’s not nothing. To be able to feel something the closely, that’s special. I had a thing for Echo for a while. I finally realized that if I wanted to keep our friendship, I had to kill the feelings I had for him. It wasn’t easy, but we work pretty well together now.” Frysk threw a hopeful and cynical glance at the frailer girl. She was so sheltered. Her words didn’t even seem to reach through her depression. “That’s it! We’re going out! Grab your shoes. I’m not leaving you here to pout all day.” Exclaimed Frysk. “Hey Papyrus, you hear that. I’m stealing your kid for the evening. Gotta problem with that?” she yelled up to the gamers.
“HAVE FUN HUMANS! GAH, UNDYNE, THAT WASN’T FAIR!” was heard from upstairs.
“What, but I don’t want to go out!” gasped Frisk, eyes wide. Frysk grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the door. Realizing she didn’t have much of a choice, Frisk quickly grabbed her white-toed, black sneakers and slipped them on as the stronger girl towed her out the door. “Sheesh, you could have waited for me to at least get these tied and for me to grab a coat.” Grumbled Frisk, briskly rubbing her arms in between tying her shoes.
“Then we would be waiting all day, besides, in the light, it’s not all that cold.” Was the other’s response.
“You’re crazy.” Muttered Frisk grouchily.
“Yep, now let’s go, time’s a-wasting.” Frysk grabbed her hand and started towing the smaller girl through the snow toward the back of the house.
“Uh, exactly where were you planning on going?” Frisk asked, eyes widening, realizing they were headed toward the portal.
“A pal of mine is working at this bar I know, you’ll love him. He’s like those kids in those movies you watch.” Frisk gave her a strange look, obviously trying to figure out exactly which kids and which movies she was alluding to. “You’ll see.” Frysk laughed. Passing Gaster’s door, she paused and stuck her head in. “Hey G, I’m taking Frisk to the Club, I’ll see that she gets home safe, okay. Bye!” Before she could get a response she was pulling Frisk again.
“The Club, no way. I can’t go there! You’re nuts!” Frisk started digging in her heels.
Shrugging, Frysk spun around and picked her up bridal style, quickly disorienting her and stepped through the portal. “May not want to yell so much now. Attract the wrong kind of attention and we may get in trouble.” Frysk couldn’t help smirking at her double who was crimson.
“Not nice.” Frisk pouted, but kept quiet and quick struggling and followed silently.
They heard a ‘twump’ from the second floor of the house next to them which attracted Frisk’s attention. “Pay it no mind and keep moving.” Hissed Frysk. Apparently even she wasn’t comfortable moving through this verse. Frisk quickly moved closer. Cat calls chased them as they crossed the open area in the middle of the small village, but nobody approached them. Frisk put it down to Frysk’s increased stats, Frysk just ignored them, she was used to being looked at strange in her own universe.
Frisk felt a tugging on her jeans and looked down to her side and saw a monster kid. She paused and the kid asked, “Will you play with my friends and me?” He blushed and she quickly realized his meaning when one of his hands crept lower on himself.
“Not right now, I have to be somewhere. Bye.” Even as she finished speaking Frysk came back and grabbed her and pulled her along.
“Stay close to me. The kids here are just a bad, if not worse than the adults. A monster in this verse has more stamina than you could ever hope to match. Don’t make eye contact and just keep moving.” Her voice was low so it wouldn’t carry, but the warning was clear.
“Right, sorry.”
Shortly after the reached the front door to the club. It was a large brick building with a heavy wooden door and only small windows near the roof that let excess heat escape. It looked very forbidding, like a place Frisk shouldn’t be near. Frysk on the other hand, walked right up to the door and opened it, gesturing with her head that Frisk get in now. Eyes wide, she scurried in and moved to the side, waiting by the doorway for Frysk to come in. She was right behind her, so it wasn’t much of a wait.
Frysk gestured at an empty booth and called to her over the loud music that neither could hear from outside, “I’ll go grab us some drinks. I’ll grab you a soda to start. Go sit down.”
Frisk nodded and made her around the tables and sat gingerly in the booth, then took a chance to look around. Across the room, there was a small pack of dogs who were both familiar and not. They probably belonged to this world if their outfits were anything to go by. All but one that is. One looked meaner, with a spike collar, but he was quite distracted and just as she noticed what was happening over there, a skeleton, one much prettier than Sans, sashayed over to her table and leaned against her table.
“Hey darlin’. I haven’t seen you in here before. Why don’t you come over to my table and I’ll give you a little appetizer until this place picks up?” He grinned easily and the silver glitter accentuated his heartlights quite nicely.
“Um, my friend told me to wait for her here.” Frisk was instantly confused and entranced. This stranger was obviously an alternate Sans, but he was nothing like the one she knew.
“Oh, I don’t think she’ll mind. We’ll stay where she can see. Wouldn’t want her to miss the show, now would we?” That easy smile was still in place as he lightly dragged the edges of his phalanges up her arm.
“Sh- show?” she stammered, flushing despite herself.
“Mmm, hmm. I’m a dancer here, you see. And I’m offering to give you a personal table dance, if you’d be so kind as to accompany me to the table and watch. If you wanna touch though, it’ll cost.” His grin, grew, if that were possible. He appeared to be very confident in his ability.
“So there won’t be any touching, ri-, right?” Frisk choked.
“Not unless you want to doll.” He winked and extended a hand.
“O-, Okay.” She accepted his hand and let him lead her to one of the tables she had passed on her way to the booth.
He quickly boosted himself up onto one of the stools and then to the table. He crouched, back to her, showing off his high hip bones that jutted just a bit above the tight, shiny, black, skinny, leather pants he wore. He pushed a button and the center of the table lifted a bit more, giving him a smaller area to place his blue booted feet, but raising him to a comfortable viewing height. He started spinning on the pole, flashing her tempting smiles and winks, gradually working up until he was lifting himself up the pole in all sort of positions and grinding it in time with the music.
At some point Frysk came back with the drinks and sat next to her friend, dropping a ten in the little cubbies that were in the raised part of the table. She grinned at the dancer and turned to talk to Frisk. “Looks like you’ve already met Sugar Plum. He’s the star dancer at this joint. Getting a free dance is nothing to brush off. He is regularly a very expensive dancer.” Her eyes never left him, and didn’t miss the wink he threw her.
Smirking, she blew him a kiss. He reached out, as if to catch it, clutched it to his chest, and spun backwards, going lower and lower, until he was folded down on himself, his head hanging off the edge of his platform.
Grinning, Frysk leaned forward and quickly placed a peck on his teeth, and dropped a hundred in the cubie. Frisk’s eyes grew wide. That was a lot of money in the underground.
Pulling himself back into a standing position while he spun, released his tongue, running it over his teeth, lingering on his fangs.
Frisk now couldn’t tear her eyes from his movements. She was completely entranced. Bending at the waist, his peppermint breath washed over her. Seconds later, she realized had spoken. “I’m sorry, what?” she asked, trying to get her jellified mind to work.
He grinned again, raising a brow. “That’s all for now darlin’. I got paying customers coming in now. Come back anytime.” He winked and waved.
“Uh, sure.” Frisk stumbled off her stool and Frysk had to grab her and her drink.
“Come on. I told you he was the best, but he’s not who we’re here to see. Come over here.” Frysk pushed through a crowd the other girl hadn’t seen come in until they got close to the center. Break dancing in the center of the throng was another Sans like skeleton in long black track pants with a white stripe up the leg and a sapphire blue hoodie. “This is Hip, he’s an amazing dancer and a good friend of mine. He’s also free to watch, just keep your distance as his boyfriend gets really territorial and is a bit of a hot-head.” With that, Frysk disappeared into the crowd.
Frisk had a drink in her hand and took a deep drag without looking. She nearly choked as she realized it was likely Frysk’s. The fruity flavor and harsh burning in her nose told her it was alcohol. She forced herself to swallow and went back to watching in amazement as ‘Hip’ as this skeleton was called, kept doing new moves that seemed impossible and held her attention just as easily as ‘Sugar Plum’ had. As she watched and looked closer she could see how he differed from Sans, a bit taller, a little thinner, definitely more active. His smile wasn’t forced, he was actually enjoying what he was doing.
The song finally finished and Hip finished on one knee, pulling his hood over his head. The cheering and clapping was better than any tip he could ask for. People were pleased with his performance. He stood, knocking his hood back, and made his way to the bar for a towel. He took his seat once more, and with the towel draped over his shoulders, he knocked back another monster energy drink.
“Isn’t it a bit ironic to be a monster drinking monster?” asked Frisk from behind him.
“Eh, I like the taste. Wha’ people think is of little meanin’.” He rumbled.
The way he cut his words was funny, but his voice was much deeper than she had expected. She put her friend’s drink up on the bar. She hadn’t meant to, but ended up finishing it and she could feel a bit lighter. A fire monster who looked a bit like Grillby came up and took the glass.
“You’r’ purdy.” She slurred. Eyes lazily watching the blue-green tips of his hair flicker and pop with the music and distortion in the air from the music.
A voice on her other side made her glance to the side quickly, surprised. “He’s spoken for, darlin’, and I think you’re friend spiked your drink.” Sugar Plum looked a smidge worried to her fuzzed eyes.
“No, I think we just mixed our drinks up is all.” Frisk managed to articulate out.
“Okay, if you say so hun.” The blue and purple dancer said. He grabbed up the amber shot that the bartender set in front of him, downed it, and made his way back into the crowd.
Looking around, Frisk noticed a face she recognized. Gaster was sitting at a booth just off the bar by himself. She stumbled over and sat down. “Hi Gaster, when’d you get here?” she slurred.
His eyes widened at seeing her in such a state. “Um, I came through shortly after you and Frysk left. I never imagined she was serious when she said she was bringing you here. Are you okay dear?” he was speaking and his hands kept flying around, creating wing dings as he spoke. It was too much for her.
“I’m fine G, just need to rest a bit. I didn’t mean to get alcohol or drunk.” Frisk felt on of his hands on the back of her head.
“I’ll watch over you. Take all the time you need. I’m just here to meet someone later tonight.” The light timbre of his voice kept her calm and she fell into a half doze, even with the heavy, loud music pounding around her.
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