Growing Up

You yawn as you stretch yourself out like a cat. It's been five years since you first woke up from your coma. Things have been relatively peaceful.


You shake your head and grab your workout clothes before running out of your room and begin jumping on walls and ledges as you take off quickly down the hallways. This has been your morning training that you started two years ago.


You became very agile and flexible making you adept at parkour and dodging attacks. Chara trained you in hand to hand combat, Black taught you some different dance styles in case you want to incorporate that into your fighting style. Red taught you how to smack talk and bluff your way out of difficult situations, Horror and Killer taught you how to use weapons and Dust was the one to help you with your dodging practice.


Nightmare, Dream, Death, and Life all worked together to teach you different types of magic and the proper way to use it. Error taught you how to manipulate code to travel from universe to universe, and Cross taught you how to cold read people. (Essentially you can tell when someone is lying to you.)


You stop at the kitchen entrance and peek your head in. Horror was in the middle of making pancakes. "Smells good Uncle H!" You call as you continue your morning route to the training grounds.


Horror glances up and smiles lightly. That child was something else. You seemingly became the Multiverse's mediator instinctually. You would go to where major issues between people popped up and sit them down and have them talk it out.


Because of your new mediator position, there haven't been any multiversal wars in five years, which is a lot for them.


Dust pauses in his morning workout when he hears a pair of feet, lightly touching down on the floor behind him. Dust smiles as he sends a small wave of bones at the intruder, not enough to kill them, only scratch them up at most.


You easily weave through the small bone wave and sigh, crossing your arms. "Really Dusty? That was way too easy."


Dust laughs and turns around, crossing his arms as he looks down at you. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean I can't tease you. After all, when you first started out, you couldn't even take that."


You whine as you slump down slightly. "No fair! You know I hadn't been in any fights up until I started training! Low blow, Dusty. Low blow."


Dust smiles as he walks up to you and ruffles your hair. "Whatever ya say, Squirt. Now, wanna spar?"


"Heck yeah I do!"


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Killer glances up from his DS when you collapse on the couch next to him. "Man, Dusty is ruthless when I comes to training."


"Wanna watch some TV?"


"Can we watch Gravity Falls?"


"'Corse."


"Thanks big bro."


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"FOOD! COME AND GET IT!"


You hear Horror yell out from the kitchen. You, Killer, and Chara (who joined you two after walking in half an hour ago) all jump up and run to the kitchen table and take your seats.


Error walks in, messing with a shattered soul he found a while ago. Error ruffles your hair briefly as he passes you and takes his seat. Soon after, Dust walks in arguing quietly with his brother's ghost about how one of his attacks should be structured.


After Dust, Black and Red wander in, arguing loudly about who won the card game they were playing and who had to do who's chores for the day. They pause and greet everyone before going back to their argument and sitting down.


Finally Nightmare walks in, closing the book he was reading and taking his seat, quieting everyone down. "Good morning everyone. Error, you're on duty with Red and Black in sector 4-V18. Cross, you're going to cause minor chaos in sector 5-B8. Dust, Killer, Horror, you three are staying here and keeping an eye on things. (Y/N), you have magic practice today with Death and I. Be sure your ready. That is all."


With that quiet chatter is revived at the table as you all begin eating. You smile as you look over to Nightmare. "Papa? After Magic practice, can we go read in the library?"


"Of course starshine."


You smile, finally content. Finally happy. Finally home.


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Zelus stares at the other gods in horror. "Y-you can't be serious."


Asgore raises an eyebrow as he stares down at the rebellious god. "Of course we are. Zelus Kratos, you are hereby sentenced to two thousand years of retribution."


Zelus screams as he struggles to get away from the guards dragging him into the afterlife.


A soul is waiting for him with a small, satisfied smirk on her ghostly face. "You can thank Reaper for having to face me first."


Harmony cracks her knuckles as her soul glows, magic cracking around her.


Zelus laughs nervously as he glances around the empty void. "Now Harmony, we can talk about thi-"


Harmony lunges at the powerless god with a feral smile plastered across her face. "C'mere pretty boy! Let's play!"

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