Underswap special 5

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I have not stopped writing this! I promise ;-;

Anyway, I bet you all thought I forgot that this little side story wasn't completed.... well I have not. Happy Belated Easter everyone! :D

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It was calming. The gentle sound of falling water filled your ears with white noise as you felt the dark veil of sleep begin to recede. Slowly, you lifted your head but it was an effort. Your entire body felt like lead. Heavy and aching. Silently grumbling, you dropped your head face first back to the floor. Surprised that it was some slightly damp wood instead of the dirt you had been resting on after your fall. Somehow, you had moved from your original position. Were you not alone? Had the water drifted you off somewhere? Slowly lifting your head again, you finally took in your immediate surroundings.

Before you passed out you were in a place that was full of water, waterfalls, and little islands in the water. Now large waterfalls were still nearby. They made up an entire wall of the room that you were currently in. Though now it was obscured by large piles of garbage that held some labels that you actually recognized. You were currently resting on a tiny dock right before an endless pit. Trash that wasn't caught by the piles was slowly drifting past your still form until it reached the edge and descended into a place unknown. More than likely never to be seen again. Despite the large amount of trash that was in the area, it smelled okay. Maybe there wasn't a lot of food thrown down?

With more effort than you would like to admit, you brought your hands under your chest and slowly pushed yourself into a seated position. At your stirring, two very noticeable creatures made their presence known. The dragon heads that you had summoned to help fend off Temmie drifted over from their resting position on a pile of trash. One hung back but the other had no qualms floating over to you and nuzzling you affectionately.

These things definitely were not normal magic attacks. Most magic dispersed after their intended purpose had been fulfilled or maybe a minute or two after. Digging around your pocket, you produced your phone and looked at the time. Your eyes went wide. Wow... you had been out for a very long time. Much longer than a simple trip down the street to Muffet's and back should ever allot. There was no doubt that you absence has been noticed and the skeletons would be looking for you. Yet somehow the two magic attacks were still here and they were... sentient? Just what were these things that Sans had given you?

The nuzzling dragon made a noise that was almost like a whine and you realized that you had sat up but haven't moved since. Lost in your own thoughts with a groggy mind. It looked worried and despite the fact that it was insanely powerful with an intimidating face... in this moment it looked kind of cute. That should not be a thing but it appears as though it was. Lifting a hand, you gently stroked the bone of it's muzzle and it let out a happy sound that only made the magic weapon even cuter. Not only that but the other one saw the attention it's buddy was getting and was now over by you pleading for pets as well. What was with this?

You petted the affection starved attacks before the vertigo of sitting upright got to you and you moved to lay back down on the dock. The coolness of the wood was soothing. Once the feeling faded, you were going to text Sans where you were so that he can come and get you... as for what goes from there? You weren't sure. They were still working on the machine when you had left. So there was no guarantee that it was done yet. You were not looking forward to discussing Temmie with the skeletons. It was not going to go over well.

"Oh...! Are... are you oka-........ oh my...." A faint whisper called out from behind a rather large trash pile and immediately the skulls left your side. Facing their maws towards the sound. You barely caught a glimpse of transparent pink as it dodged completely behind the trash pile.

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