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    Dancing in the Rain
    She got caught in the rain, soaked to the bone along with everything on her person, but when she takes shelter from the rain, she finds herself meeting some very interesting people. Sometimes the worst situations lead to the greatest outcomes. At least, she hoped meeting these people would be a good outcome.

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    Sunrise
    All she had to do was get away. If she got away for long enough, he'd come to her rescue. She knew he would. She just needed to give him time.

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    Howling at the Moon
    She knew things. She knew things that no human should ever know, yet she did. And now, because of these things that she knew, she was being dragged across the universe to another planet simply because what she knew was of value to him. Not that she was complaining. He had saved her life - countless times now - so it only seemed fair that she told him what he wanted to know. If he was against them, she was all for telling him everything she knew and fully committing to helping him when she was done.

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    Altruistic Endeavors | Inktober 2020
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    He hadn't thought much of it. The trip, specifically. They had been planning it for a few months and he had been looking forward to the break - everyone probably was. He took advantage of the trip's timing to play his own prank after the one he had suffered through a year back. Yeah, he wasn't thrilled about hiking the distance to the lake to be there as the sun rose instead of driving it but it seemed like a fitting payback. Only when the day trip to the lake starts being weird does he start doubting his initial thought.

    Maybe they should have stayed closer to home.




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    Kepler's Story
    Grief is hard for even the strongest to handle and he never counted himself among the strongest. Brittle for as long as he could remember, Sans poured everything he had into aiding the Overworld Project now that they had a neutralizing agent thanks to Gaster. He did it to avoid the grief he knew he wouldn't survive.

    Life didn't let him succeed with that for long.

    After collapsing at work, Sans received news that changed everything. No longer able to ignore the grief, no longer healthy enough to keep running, Sans gives in and does what he can to get better - to get stronger - so that he could be there for their souling. He owed them that at minimum.

    His form was not built to go through any of this. He knew that in his core as finitely as he knew his own magic. If he lived long enough to see the Overworld, it would be a miracle.

    If he lived long enough to leave behind a few good memories for their souling, then he would gladly let go when his time came.

    Knowing his luck and his brother's stubbornness, there was no way Papyrus was letting him leave any time soon.

    Notes:
    Though this can be read as a standalone, this does follow immediately after Othertale. Some things may not make sense if you read this first, not to mention the few spoilers that are contained within.

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    Gaster's Involvement
    They named it the UNDERGROUND Initiative; not the most creative name but it got the point across. In the end, it was the only option to give humans and monsters enough time to find a solution, if there was one. The growing toxicity of the atmosphere was forcing the world to change and as long as the UNDERGROUNDs held as they were supposed to, then the theory was centuries if not millennia could be spend on the problem without dying from simply breathing.

    At least, that was the initial propaganda shown to get people to help out. Once trapped in a massive cavernous tunnel, priorities shift. Oh, there was always work to do - the Overworld Project never stopped and there are still teams of scientists trying to find solutions - but the world population has been divided haphazardly into numerous UNDERGROUNDs and communication between them was shoddy at best. If one did find the solution for the toxic atmosphere above, there was no telling how well they were going to be able to let other UNDERGROUNDs know.

    The problem with time is that it blurs the line between good and bad, obscuring the truth with history and blending those that should never have been blended - the shared initialed name W.D. Gaster being one.

    Notes:
    Though this is considered the prequel and can be read first, it is designed to be read after Othertale.

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    Harry Potter and the Altered Timeline
    It's the same story, the same string of adventures. The only difference: Severus Snape chose to become a large influence on how Harry Potter grew up.

    He just didn't expect his choice to include becoming roommates with Black and Lupin.

    To keep Harry safe from the very world that had labeled a child The Boy Who Lived, the Savior of the Wixen World, and from Albus Dumbledore who would doom the boy despite all the old wizard's good intentions, Severus reached out to Madam Gold - the head of the global organization IPPA - who aided in a discreet relocation to a different continent entirely, good jobs for Black and Lupin, and a solid, blended education for Harry until Hogwarts.

    With Black as one of Harry's guardians, Severus highly doubted Harry would make it through his seven years at Hogwarts, one of the safest locations in wixen Europe, without getting into all sorts of troubles. Hopefully the life threatening situations would limit themselves to one encounter, if any, for those seven years. There was only so much Severus could do to keep the boy safe and he would never expect Harry's friends - other children - to keep the boy safe. That responsibility was for the adults to succeed and fail at.


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    Demon Parade

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    Demon Parade
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    Chatter filled the streets as bodies ebbed and flowed from establishment to establishment, the majority of the crowd joyous and content. Oh, there were those who were not - he could spot them as easily as someone wearing an outlandish color in a sea of gray - but they were few and far between, isolated individuals compared to the masses, be they truly isolated or not.

    “Lively night.” The voice was amused as it drifted from the body walking at his side, an echo of his own thoughts. He glanced at his companion, curious. Kelnt was known for having a strange view of the world but where many would whisper about how strange the other’s ideas were, he liked the unique perspective. It kept him on his toes, kept his mind flexible. He received a grin for his glance. “A good night. Don’t you think, Green Bean?”

    He chuckled, though it was mostly due to the nickname rather than Kelnt’s words. “This city is always lively. Certainly nothing different than last night, nor the night before, nor the night before that.”

    “Ah, but see, that’s where you’d be wrong.” Kelnt wrapped an arm around his shoulders, tugging him close. The well toned body flexed against his arm under the layers of clothing they were both wearing. “Tonight is a good night for much more than the mundane. Can you guess why that is?”

    He shifted the arm pinned between them, the holster of Kelnt’s weapon pressing almost painfully into his forearm as he did so. With a final, awkward tug, his arm came free behind them and he gripped at Kelnt’s shoulder. “Are you sure you want me to guess? You seem eager to point out what I am too green to notice.”

    Laughter bubbled out of Kelnt high and full, a joyous, almost childlike sound that joined the symphony of the city streets. “You’re learning quick! Good.” Kelnt grinned at him again. “Guess.”

    He turned his gaze back to the world around him, trusting his companion to not run him into a stranger or a stationary object. The city looked the same as it always did on their patrols. The patrons of the different establishments were in good spirits, those that were not were barely a drop in the sea of content, and the city thrummed with the content of the crowd in the warm night of early spring. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with the warmer temperatures, would it?” he guessed, turning his gaze back to Kelnt.

    Kelnt grinned at him. “Possibly.” Without warning, Kelnt jerked him in a different direction. “Quick. This way.”

    They cut through the crowd nearly colliding with others twice before Kelnt released him. He stumbled slightly as the alleyway swallowed them. It was more of a side street than an alleyway but no vehicle would make it through. Shops spilled into the narrow stretch between buildings, people walking through it as they would any other street looking for good food or other desired goods. The only difference between this side avenue and the street they had just vacated was the amount of people wandering through. He counted two dozen right off the bat but nearly half of that were the workers of the establishments. Kelnt shot him a grin before starting down the alleyway as if it was familiar ground he had walked a million times before.

    He fell into step beside Kelnt, waiting. He did a lot of waiting with his companion but being patient had served him well in the past with Kelnt and he didn’t expect that this moment would prove past experiences wrong.

    Kelnt's hand closed around his wrist, tugging him into the path of the fire escape. There were already folks scattered up the structure so when Kelnt started up the ladder, none of the workers nor pedestrians batted an eye at his companion. He followed suit as soon as there was space on the ladder.

    Up they climbed, weaving across and up as they moved from stairs to landing to stairs again. Kelnt cleared the rim of the roof with a fluid arc over a well planted hand against the masonry. He used the ladder instead of trying to emulate his companion. When he made it to the roof, though, Kelnt wasn’t within the immediate vicinity. It took a moment before he caught sight of his companion meandering around the far side of the roof access. He hurried after Kelnt but the moment he dashed around the same corner, an arm caught him across the top of his chest stopping his movement immediately.

    Kelnt grinned at him, pressing a finger to that laugh filled grin with a wink. Kelnt removed the arm across his chest before grabbing at his wrist and leading the way. His companion’s movement was fluid, quiet, in a way that he had learned to imitate any time he saw it. This way and that they moved across the roof until they were on the next building, and the next. Soon they were streets away from where they had been at and he was starting to worry they were straying too far.

    “Here,” Kelnt whispered, gesturing ahead. “Sit with your back against the wall.”

    He ducked around Kelnt without glancing at his companion, settling against the wall about where Kelnt had gestured. Kelnt joined him, settling bodily against his side in the process. “Definitely was cutting it close. You should be able to see the first one…now.”

    Movement drew his gaze towards the rooftops before them. For a moment, he didn’t understand what he was seeing until one stepped onto the roof directly before them.

    The rooftops were dark but the streets below glowed bright enough to cast light on the figures he and Kelnt were watching move across the rooftops. The figures themselves seemed to not have arms as the fabric that draped from perceptible shoulders hid much even as it drifted in the air. Wide brim hats with squared crowns were underlit by the streets below which did nothing to bring more details to the figures’ faces. It wasn’t until a second one passed close enough that he suspected that was partly due to masks. The figures were lightly stepping but their strides were so wide, it was like they were lightly leaping from point to point without effort.

    Kelnt tapped his knee before discreetly pointing. He followed the gesture with his eyes and found him gaze landing on a figure that was different from the others. For one, the top article of clothing the figure was wearing was longer than the others and tailed. Additionally, there was something on the figure’s back. No, not something.

    “Is that a cat?” he asked in the softest whisper he could manage, hand coming up as if it would help keep the sound between the two of them.

    “Possibly,” Kelnt responded equally quiet. He could hear the grin in his companion’s words. “That is the Grand Marshall. Well, not the possibly-cat, but the person the possibly-cat is on the back of.”

    “Grand Marshall?” he parroted. “Like, for a parade?”

    Kelnt leaned forward allowing him to see the grin at the edge of his vision. “Exactly. What you are glimpsing is the Demon Parade. Something that normals don’t get to see.”

    He frowned, finally turning his gaze away from the Grand Marshall lightly leaping across the main street with the rest of the figures. “Kelnt.” He gained a sidelong glance that held an expectation that worried him. “What do you mean by ‘normals’?”

    Kelnt smiled but it wasn’t the same as previous grins before. This one seemed far more human - far more genuine - than anything he had seen in a long time. “Care to guess?”
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    Somewhere Unfamiliar

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    There was always talk that Magic could only be wielded by those touched by Unvera, the God of Worlds. Those touched by Arevyn, the Goddess of Life, could not handle Magic.

    She hated that men were Unverante - those touched by Unvera - and women were Arevynuos - those touched by Arevyn. She hated that it was predetermined by gender and not by proof. She had proof and no one believed her.

    No matter how loud she got, the Magi always ignored her when she said she was Unverante. They would laugh and throw her out, calling for her head to be checked. No one, not a single Magi, would work with her even when she tried to show them her proof.

    So she learned on her own. Magic became her teacher and she would sneak into the Archives to learn what Magic couldn’t teach.

    It did not take long for others to take notice of her skill. Long hair was common among Magi leaving only her body for her to hide and the Magi garb hid a lot. The only problem was that she had to hand make hers; it made her stand out even more than her skills. The reputation of the Magic Haired Magi preceded her and soon she was being asked to do greater and more complex jobs from more powerful clients.

    When the Highest - the top of the Magi - started turning their gazes to her, she knew she risked everything by continuing to work with Magic and yet she couldn’t stop what she was doing.

    The courtyard was packed when she entered the trap. The staff in her hand innately glowed with Magic so there was nothing she could do about that. They took it as a threat anyway.

    She opened her eyes to find herself somewhere unfamiliar. Water stretched in every direction and lapped at the ankles of her boots. A soft wind pulled at her hair the same color as the sky above, the same exact color people associated with Magic. She made a slow rotation, looking for anything other than the endless water. Nothing broke the horizon so she coaxed the Magic from her staff to fill the space beneath her boots and with her first step, she started walking on water.

    The blue Magic in her staff drifted around her hands before it started drifting towards the right.

    She followed the makeshift compass point for a long time. The magic beneath her boots silenced her footfall but the soft wind danced around her, filling the empty world with rolling clouds, and allowing her mind to wander.

    The land masses probably hadn’t simply appeared on the horizon but when her attention was suddenly pulled back to her surroundings, they were dark on either side from the mass rising out of the water far too close.

    A skeleton larger than a mountain pulled itself out of the water yet it passed through the surface without a single ripple and no water clinging to the bones.

    “Ah, what a disappointment,” rolled around her as if the voice was coming from everywhere at once. “Humanity should have treated you better, my child.”

    A soft smile brightened her expression. “You could always send me back, Blessed Unvera.”

    Unvera’s laughter curled around her, comforting and reassuring.
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    At least I'm still here
    Nearly two days without sleep, Soren finds himself alone not far from the small family he had just helped stay alive - not once, but twice, now. The entire ordeal has left him with questions and the only one who could have answers would be the deity that had lent him her powers all those years ago. Hopefully he didn't do anything stupid in his exhausted state.

    Spoiler: Trans Male pregnancy and birth mentioned 
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