Fandom — ❛ UT:Surfaced {1x1}

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    Snowmanta & Radical Thinker

  2. Nngh…” Papyrus lifted his head slowly, vision blurring in and out of focus as consciousness returned sight to his empty sockets. He shook his head, trying to clear his vision faster, but a dull pain throbbing through his skull quickly convinced him to stop. He winced, lifting a gloved hand to nurse his aching head as he squinted into the darkness surrounding him. The skeleton couldn’t see much, but he could hear the distant hiss of water falling over stone somewhere in the distance.

    That was odd. He couldn’t remember coming to Waterfall…

    “Oh-oh! I see. Obviously, this some kind of test…!” The skeleton’s permanent grin broadened at the thought. This had to have been Undyne’s doing. She must have dragged him out here for some sort of surprise training exercise. A field test, maybe? She had probably set up dozens of new puzzles around Waterfall to test his prowess. Maybe she’d even be waiting at the end to finally spar him; really spar with him this time. Finally! He wasn’t going to have to wait for a human to join the Royal Gaurd after all. All he had to do was ace this and Undyne would have to accept him.

    He dropped his hand back down to his side, trying to pretend the pain wasn’t there as he eagerly leapt to his feet. “Nyeheh! The Great Papyrus accepts your challenge, Undyne! At last you’ll—NYAHH!” A deafening boom clapped in the empty space ahead of him, turning his words into a loud yelp as he jumped back in surprise. The skeleton stared, eyesockets wide, as a brilliant flash of light accompanied the booming noise and illuminated his surroundings just long enough for him to realize….this wasn’t Waterfall. He had caught a glimpse of dilapidated walls and a narrow half-opened doorway before the strange light vanished. Whatever this place was, he didn’t recognize it.

    Papyrus felt a nervous sweat collect on the back of his skull as he froze in the dark. He waited until all he could hear was the quiet chorus of falling water before he dared to move again. Once he’d worked up the courage, he crept towards where he’d seen the door in the momentary flash of light. Gloved fingers found the door’s splintered surface first. The monster hesitated for a moment, but the thought of Undyne watching and evaluating him from afar gave him enough resolve to swing the door open with conviction.

    Water fell in heavy sheets just beyond the door. He blinked, surprised at how intense the downpour was. He stuck a hand out experimentally, watching the water pool in the palm of his glove. That was weird. He’d never seen rain fall this hard before. It usually just kind of…dripped from the ceiling. Had the ceiling cracked? Brow plates knitting together in concern, Papyrus ducked his head under the low door frame and stepped outside to look up at the cave ceiling.

    His SOUL nearly dropped through his ribcage. There was no ceiling. There was nothing. Just a wide expanse of darkness and some giant white orb that peeked out at him from behind wisps of gray…fluffy things. Rain pelted against his bones and armor as he stood there, the realization taking far longer to sink into him than water did. He was looking at the sky. The real sky.

    “Oh my GOD!” The skeleton slapped his hands to either side of his head as he spun around, trying to soak up more of his surroundings. An unfamiliar forest surrounded him in most directions, but straight ahead a small dirt road paved its way through the trees, leaning down the slope of a hill towards a small town nestled in the distance. Far beyond the town, he could just make out the shapes of ridicule tall buildings reaching high up into the sky.

    Papyrus looked back over his shoulder to the building he’d come from. It was little more than an old cottage, isolated out here among the trees. Given the moss that clung to its aged side, it hardly seemed to be a part of the world below at all. He shook his head and scrambled back into the antiquated building to make sure he hadn’t missed anyone inside. He couldn’t have been the only one here, right? The king must have figured something out and now they were free! “Sans! Sans, wake up! You have to come see this!” His shoulders sank a little when no one answered, “U-undyne? Anybody…?” He poked his head inside and squinted into the darkness, scanning all the corners of the one-roomed cottage thoroughly now that his eyes were more adjusted to the dark. However, aside from a few old moldy planks of wood and a pile of stones, there was nothing else inside the building.

    The skeleton monster pulled his head back from the doorway and stood straight again, his eyes wandering to the ground to watch the rain collect in puddles for a few seconds before he forced himself to looked back up with a grin. “They…probably just wound up somewhere else…” He reassured himself with a grin, then glanced back down at the town by the foot of the hill, drawn to the way the lights in the windows glistened in the rain. “Well, lucky for them, I’m right here to help us make the best first impression!”

    With a spring in his step, Papyrus turned away from the cottage and started to follow the old road down the hill towards the houses. His pace slowed a little once he’d reached the neighboorhood. He trekked his way through puddles as he wandered down the streets, spinning this way and that in an effort to take in as much of the Surface world as he could. The place was massive, just this town alone could have held two or three Snowdins. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what the big looming buildings in the distance were like up close.

    Another one of those booming noises suddenly crashed over his head, cutting his tour short with an unpleasant rattling of his bones. Papyrus jumped at the bright flash that accompanied this boom. It was stronger than the last one, bathing the night in a wash of blinding white. Papyrus reached up, anxiously adjusting the soaked scarf around his neck as he backed instinctively away from the open road. As nice as it felt to be free, it was a little scary not to have the security of a roof over his head.

    He moved his foot to take another step back but panicked when his heel hit a deeper puddle than he was expecting. His boot slid violently out from underneath him. The skeleton monster waved his arms to try and catch himself, but it was all he could do to let out a short yell as he toppled backwards over a pair of metal trashcans by the roadside. The cans clattered loudly against bone, armor, and sidewalk as they fell with him onto soggy lawn. One of the trashcan lids flew away from the tangle of metal and monster, striking the door of the house behind him like a gong before settling back on the pavement.

    @Radical Thinker
  3. The sound of something crashing loudly outside startled Kyra Reyes enough to wake her from her slumber. Reeling up from the desk she had been slumped over, the young female brought her hand up to scrub at her eyes. The sounds of jingling caused her to glance over at her bed; both her dogs had been startled awake too and were on alert, ears perked up as they listened for any more noises. Abby, her golden retriever, easily dove from the comfort of the sheets onto the cold floor, pattering out into the hallway. Her terrier, Jack, easily followed suit, dashing down the hall to catch up to his sister.

    Kyra pushed herself away from her desk, leaning back to stretch her muscles. She had been in the middle of studying and must have dozed off. Sighing wearily, the young woman stood. She was already dressed for the night; baggy t-shirt, tights, and fuzzy socks that helped keep her warm from the chill that winter brought. She easily followed after the pair, craving another glass of water before she turned in for the night. As she passed the front door, she was alarmed to see both of her animals pawing at the front door, whining loudly. "Is something out there?" She hummed quietly to the pair, moving over to disarm the security system her father had enforced on her to purchase.

    Opening her front door, the young woman glanced warily out into the dark. The rain made her visibility even worse than before. The sound of barking was the only thing the young woman had time to prepare herself for as her two dogs came lurching out the front door, pushing her sideways into the hard oak. Adjusting herself to where she stood once more, the young woman huffed. "You're getting all wet!" She called after them, irritated that they had pushed their way outside. Typically, the animals would have shied away from the rain, neither one being quite fond of water.

    The duo knew better than to run off so she could barely make out their forms in the dark, circling near the trashcans like mad. The whines they released instantly caused her heart to flutter in her chest in concern. Maybe an animal had been hurt?

    Grabbing her rain coat, the woman quickly slipped the bright yellow material on over her shoulders. Her rain boots were quickly slipped on over the warm socks she had worn to bed. She was quick to flip her hood over her blonde curls, not wanting to get more drenched than she had to. The first step forward she took was onto something metal that easily slipped out from underneath her foot. Tumbling backwards, she squawked awkwardly as she flopped onto her back. Breath lost, she struggled for a few moments to regain the air in her lungs. Eventually, she was able to roll onto her knees. Grabbing the offending item, she was surprised to find the lid to her trashcan. She had found what had startled her awake. Now, she just had to find the troublemaker who had flung the lid at her door in the first place.

    Following the sounds of barking, Grace froze in her tracks upon catching sight of the prone form laying on her front lawn. Stock still in the rain, the blonde blinked slowly as she tried to take in the sight before her.

    "What?" The first words that left her weren't eloquent. The young adult wasn't sure what she was looking at. A skeleton resided on her front lawn, decked out in boots, a scarf, and an... interesting outfit. Perhaps someone had chose to prank her and toss a Halloween decoration on her front lawn? Glancing down the street, she peered in either direction with raised brows. Returning to the task at hand, she took several steps forward until she was merely inches away from the strange creature. She slowly leaned over the being before her, curiously staring down at its face with confusion. Leaning even further down, the young woman was about to reach down the poke one of its cheekbones before she she caught sight of two pinpricks of light trained solely on her.

    Slowly, she brought her hand up to wave in front of its face, stifling a scream whenever the pinpricks of light moved to follow her movements. "Holy shit!" She screamed, flailing backwards as panic triggered her flight-or-fight response.

    The young woman reeled backwards, landing solidly in the muck. She was alarmed further when her dogs began to circle her, pitiful whines leaving their throats. She wasn't quite sure what to do; bringing a trembling hand to rub the mud away from her cheeks, she only succeeded in plastering more onto her face. Her breath left her in shallow pants, small clouds of white smoke appearing before her.

    "H-h-hey! I don't want any trouble." She didn't even care if she ruined her clothes as she scooted back several feet from where the skeleton laid, emerald eyes wide. Her dogs were thoroughly terrified at that point, turning tail to return once more to the house. Their distant whines couldn't really be heard over the rain, leaving the silence to hang more heavily between the two.

    The news had been broadcasting the unusual activity from Mt. Ebott over the past two months, bringing up the lore of when humans sealed monsters underground. Most people ignored the idea. Who in civilized society would actually believe that humanity had locked such creatures under the mountain? The whole concept of monsters had been ridiculous to the young female; at nineteen years old, she prided herself on her level headedness. It was the reason why she was accelerating in her courses and showing her father, a senator, just how capable she was in following his footsteps instead of partying like many of her friends tended to. Monsters definitely weren't real, she had rationalized to herself at a young age.

    However, here she sat in the cold rain, shivering violently, as she continued to stare into the eyes of something that definitely wasn't human. "Um..." She scrunched her features as she tried to be articulate. "What are you?" She couldn't help but to wince. Poor wording. She didn't exactly know what this being was capable of and acting disrespectful wasn't earning her any favors.

    "Oh sorry, that was rude. Um..." Trailing off, she glanced away. Why was she apologizing? Her response seemed valid enough; it wasn't everyday you came across a sentient skeleton sprawled out across your front lawn. "Where did you come from?" She said instead, glancing up once more to meet his gaze. The abject terror she had felt had finally abated, allowing her to see reason.

    This was real, not an illusion or a figure of her imagination. So, she had to keep her wits about her. Hesitantly, so as not to startle the skeleton, she sat up on her knees. The water soaked further into her tights, causing her to wince. The young woman stood, glancing down at herself with disgust. "Great." She hummed with displeasure, not happy with the messy state she was in. Emerald gaze moving upwards as she took a few hesitant steps forward.

    "Let me help you up." She spoke, offering her bare hand out for his gloved one. Despite the bravado she was putting forth, the tremor in her outstretched hand was noticeable.

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