ALP - 2 - Plot


It had been three months since the opposition against my family began; we weren't doing good. We had all suffered broken bones and bruises from this, and it just seemed to be getting worse; we would endure, but it would be hard. At the moment, we were preparing to go out once more, and we were dreading it a bit. Before long, Killer had about twenty knives ready, Cross had mentally prepared himself, Horror found his axe, Nightmare had the medical supplies on standby, Papyrus is the best, and I was ready for battle. Error was going to meet us in the universe, which we were okay with; he sometimes did that. We entered the portal hesitantly, but we made it. The universe was a bit of a darker one; we had the advantage in darker ones most of the time, but not always. We began to do our job, and we continued for twenty minutes before our adversaries showed up; we silently hoped they were just here to admire the scenery, but that was obviously not the case. We prepared ourselves for a tough battle, which no doubt lay ahead, as Ink stepped up and gave his age-old phrase.

"Nightmare and gang!" Ink yelled. "Leave this AU, or we will use force!"

"Not a chance." Nightmare stated; we hadn't had enough time to restore the balance.

"Brother, please!" Dream pleaded. "It doesn't have to happen like this!"

Nightmare said nothing.

"Then we'll fight." Ink was ready.

Battle broke out once more, and we split into our groups; Nightmare fought Dream; Killer, Horror, and Error fought the swap brothers; and Cross and I handled Ink. The first half hour was pretty normal; we could push through that. It was in the second half of the first hour that the other side pulled ahead once again. Nightmare was evenly matched with Dream, which led to no problems with them. Cross and I were being slightly overpowered by Ink, which was normal - he was the Protector of Alternate Universes. Killer and Error were dealing with the swapped Sans together for a moment, which meant Horror was fighting the swapped Papyrus; that wasn't the best thing ever. It only got worse when the swapped Papyrus injected Horror with something that made him incapable of fighting; he fell. It actually looked incredibly painful, and I was surprised the swapped Papyrus would do something like that; I hoped Horror would be all right. The battle continued, and we couldn't stop and stare. Ink seemed unusually excited today; he looked very happy as he swung his brush at Cross and me - I took notice of that, but I couldn't focus on it because the battle was moving too fast.

When the battle reached the forty-five minute point, something unfortunate happened. Error was pinned by a couple bones, and he received the same injection as Horror, causing him to lose consciousness; I was a bit worried about what it could have been if it put Error out of commission that fast. Killer was now alone against the swap brothers, and he would be receiving no help unless Cross and I could defeat Ink somehow. Nightmare seemed to still be evenly matched with Dream, but we were losing. Within ten minutes of Error's fall, Killer was brought down as well; that wasn't good. I was beginning to despise that needle. Cross and I used as much teamwork as we possibly could to defeat the trio, but we only managed to knock out the swapped Sans; this enraged the swapped Papyrus, who managed to separate Cross and me, leaving me with Ink. After seventy minutes of strenuous battle, I noticed that Nightmare had fallen; I didn't realize that before. In the split second that I had taken to process that information, Ink took the chance to seize one of my arms; he had a ridiculously strong grip, and I was forced to drop one of my knives.

Ink had a sadistic smile lighting up his expression as he assisted the swapped Papyrus in taking out Cross, all the while crushing my left forearm with his bare hand. I couldn't struggle; it was of no use. Cross was quickly pushed out of the battle and received the same injection as the others, going unconscious. Ink and the swapped Papyrus soon looked to me, and I was forced to the ground. That injection hurt worse than a broken bone. In my last moments of consciousness, I heard a portal opening beneath me; I hoped it was good news. I had a very pleasant dusty nightmare as I slept, and it soothed my arm greatly; I believed Ink fractured something with his grip - I hoped it wasn't true. I enjoyed watching the dust swirl around in my dream; that was nice. When I finally awoke, I had a huge headache; that wasn't nice. I rubbed my skull in an attempt to ease the pain; it helped a little, and I noticed that my arm was thankfully unbroken - that was good. I yawned and stretched for a while before thinking of getting up; I was too tired, and the living room floor was decent enough after battle. As I turned over, I noticed that my jacket seemed more comfortable than it usually was; it almost felt like a blanket: warm, soft, large-

My jacket wasn't supposed to be large.

I rubbed my eyesockets in disbelief; my jacket was..big? Or..was I small? I figured that my best course of action would be to either panic or remain calm; I decided to remain calm - somebody else could take the panic route. I took a few deep breaths and examined the situation; I was small, my clothes were huge, and I wasn't dreaming. Thankfully, Papyrus was here to calm me down; he's the best.

"Brother?" Paps was in awe.

"Paps...tell me I'm not dreaming.." My voice was high?!

"You're certainly not dreaming, brother. You're absolutely adorable!"

"Aww, thanks, Paps! You're the best!"

"I am the Great Papyrus!"

"So, what should we do?"

"I am not quite sure, brother. You seem to have become a child."

"Kinda figured that. What about the others?"

"They seem to have also turned into children."

"So..we're kids."

"Indeed!"

"Welp, I guess I'm going to act my age!"

"Wonderful idea, brother!"

"Thanks, Paps."

I stood up shakily; my clothes were way too big. After I gained my footing, I stumbled over to Nightmare, who was actually the second biggest child here - Error was the largest. When I made it to him, I sat down and began to poke his skull until he decided to wake up; Killer had often done this to me, and it was a surefire way to wake somebody up. After about a minute of this, Nightmare began to groan and concede to my poking; it always worked.

"Can't I have a minute?" Nightmare's voice wasn't as high as mine, but he seemed to recognize a problem; he passed it off as incorrect hearing.

"Your clothes shrank with you." I pointed out. "You're lucky.."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I feel like we're in one of your stories.."

"I still have no idea what you're talking about.." Nightmare decided to open his eyelight at this point, and he was greeted with a tiny Dust with a disproportionately sized hood. "Um..D-Dust?"

"Yeah?"

"Am I..d-dreaming?"

"Nope. Paps already confirmed that. Welcome to small land?"

"I'm..going back to bed.."

"Night, Dad!"

"Good night.." Nightmare hesitantly laid his skull back down and shut his eyesocket to think about what he had just witnessed.

"What should we do now, Paps?"

"Perhaps you can try to wake up Error; he could provide help." Paps responded. 

"You're the best, Paps."

"I am the Great Papyrus!"

After this, I stood up once more and made my way over to Error, who was actually a cute kid; we were probably all cute kids. Nightmare was the only one with correctly-sized clothes, though. I never really understood how Nightmare washed his clothes, or even if he did, but they always seemed to fit him, unlike mine, apparently. I finally reached Error and sat next to him, beginning to perform the poking method; Error's reaction was much quicker than Nightmare's, waking up within ten seconds of the start.

"Agh!" Error's voice sounded...not glitchy? His eyesockets shot open. "What? Why is my voice like..this?!"

"I believe we have been turned into children." I helpfully supplied.

"Oh dear..this is weird. I sound like a kid..and you do, too.."

"We are kids..Paps said so, which means it must be true!"

"Oh. Remind me why we're children?!"

"I think it was the injection..it makes the most sense, anyway."

"So Ink turned us into kids?"

"I guess so. It's really not that bad. At least we weren't captured.."

"I guess. Do you know how ridiculous we're going to look when we show our faces?"

"Ink could be arrested for child abuse if he tries anything." I giggled at that thought.

"Okay, that's funny." Error chuckled with me.

"I'm small!" A voice yelled - loudly, I might add. "My dreams have come true!"

"We're all small!" I laughed harder.

"Dusty!" Killer quickly rose to run to me, but he tripped over his jacket. "Why did the clothes not shrink? The clothes always shrink in stories!"

"This isn't a story." Error reminded. "This is Crazytown, and I'm the mayor."

"Can I be the sheriff?" 

"Sure."

"Yay! Dusty, you shall be my deputy! Deputy Dusty!"

"I forgot my cowboy hat at the last ranch." I snickered.

"Let's play! We're the right size for it!"

"What should we play?"

"Backgammon!" 

"Maybe we should wait for the others to wake up.." Error suggested. "And maybe get smaller clothes.."

"Oh, right." Killer lifted his giant sleeves. "These are huge!"

"S-something isn't r-right here.." It seemed as if Cross had woken up. "Wh-why am I t-tiny?"

"We're kids." I enlightened. 

"I-I've never been a k-kid before..d-does it hurt?"

"No, but our clothes are too big."

"O-oh." Cross struggled under his layers. "I-I can't move."

"We gotcha, Crossy!" Killer began to approach Cross, and Error and I followed.

We began to help Cross stand up, while barely standing ourselves, and found that his wardrobe was complicated. Horror woke up while we helped Cross, and he seemed completely fine with the thought of being a child; he liked it. After about an hour, Cross was up, and Nightmare was on his way to accepting childhood. He was still called Dad, though; he wasn't a small child like Cross, Killer, Horror, and I were. Once we had thoroughly comprehended our situation, we pulled ourselves onto a couch to discuss what we were going to do next; we could all fit on one couch, which was weird, yet it was strangely familiar. I supposed I sat on the couch with Papyrus a lot when I was little. We eventually decided that we would find some clothes that actually fit us first, since we were struggling with our old attire; my pants were bigger than my body - that wasn't normal in any way. Thankfully, Nightmare had a storage room with clothes of all sizes, and we found some tiny jackets, pants, and shoes that fit us. It was weird that Nightmare had storage rooms with these things, but they sure came in handy when we needed them. After this journey, we returned to the living room.

"So, what do we do next?" Error was still getting adjusted to his voice.

"I have no idea." Nightmare was dumbfounded. "We are tiny."

"I like bein' tiny!" Killer jumped.

"I's cool." Horror admitted. "Liked bein' a kid."

"I-I've never been a k-kid before..i-it's weird.." Cross moved his tiny phalanges curiously. 

"Paps says we're cute." I giggled.

"Well, at least Dust's brother is getting a laugh out of it." Error shrugged.

"I have the best idea ever!" Killer rubbed his hands together.

"What would that be?" Nightmare was intrigued.

"What if we acted our age?"

"You mean act like children?" 

"Yes!"

"Half of us don't even know how to do that."

"That's nonsense! We've been actin' like kids for years!"

"I's true." Horror admitted.

"Well, I guess we could try it." Nightmare acquiesced.

"Yay! Thanks, Dad!" Killer was ecstatic.

"Sure. What do you propose we do when we have to go out, though?"

"Um.."

"Charge Ink with child abuse." I chuckled.

"Perhaps." Nightmare snickered. "We'll deal with that later; perhaps we can enjoy this time."

"Yay!" We were excited.

The next few hours were filled with games and fun, and we enjoyed every second. Being tiny was actually really exciting, and we certainly made the most of it, even building a fort in the living room; we were going to have to clean it later, but we enjoyed it while it lasted. Being a child was actually a ton of fun! Paps really liked cute things, and we were apparently being cute, which made everything awesome! Paps is the best. When we finished our games, we found ourselves more tired than usual; I guess being a kid had certain restrictions - we would have been able to stay up way longer before. We decided to sleep in our fort - it was a big fort - instead of our beds; we liked the fort. Before we fell asleep, Nightmare told us a happy story to guide us, and when we fell asleep, we were happy. Ink had probably intended to turn us into kids to make us angry or confused, but he forgot the fact that we were children at heart, and our outside form didn't matter to us as long as we were together.

We were a family, no matter what we looked or sounded like.

~~~chapter end woot~~~

Dust bean family children.

Thanks for reading my childish writing!

Bye!

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