A Tale of Two Terrors

Chapter 40

They were all crammed together in the guest bedroom. Papyrus had offered Terror his own room, but he didn't want to leave Dust and Other Terror alone. Especially in an AU they weren't familiar with. Dust said that once other Terror was all healed up, that they would go back to the castle. Terror didn't want to leave. He didn't want to go back to Nightmare. But he had to. For Dust. Terror curled himself tighter around Dust and other Terror. He hoped he would get at least a bit of sleep before morning.

Terror awoke to the smell of pancakes. He immediately sat up and sniffed the air. Yes. Definitely pancakes. He noticed that Dust and other Terror were not in the bed. They had probably already woken up. Terror hopped off the bed and made his way to the kitchen. His tail wagged as the scent of pancakes became stronger. They smelled good. But as far as he knew, Papyrus didn't know how to make pancakes. That only meant one thing. Terror leaped into the kitchen and wrapped himself tightly around Nik. "Ah! Sans! Well, good morning to you too I guess." Nik chucked and pet Terror's head. "Your friends eat like birds. I'm glad you're awake so that someone can eat my amazing cooking." Nik handed Terror a plate filled with pancakes. Terror sat down and practically inhaled them. It had been a loooong time since he had eaten anything so good. After a few minutes, Dust eventually walked in with an empty plate. "These are good. They could easily rival the ones from Lusttale." He muttered. Dust put his plate in the sink and started washing it. Nik stopped him. "You don't have to wash it in the sink. We have a dishwasher." Nik took the plate from Dust and put it in the dishwasher. Dust looked dumbfounded. He had probably never even heard of a dishwasher before. Terror left the kitchen and went into the living room. He saw other Terror finish his food. He followed him back into the kitchen. Just like Dust, other Terror went to go wash his plate, and Nik stopped him. "We have a dishwasher, so you don't have to wash your plate." Nik gently took the plate from other Terror and put it in the dishwasher. Other Terror flinched when Nik grabbed the plate. Other Terror nodded, and he shuffled so he’s behind Dust. Nik put the soap in the dishwasher and turned it on. Dust looked over at Terror and other Terror. "Isn't that neat? The dishes themselves! We should get this at the castle. One less chore to do." Other Terror just staring at Nik. He looks at the dishwasher then at Dust. “Itś..loûd.” Other Terror says. "There's a park nearby." Papyrus entered the kitchen. "It doesn't really get used much, but it's actually a pretty big park. How about I take you guys there for the day?" Papyrus suggested. Terror barked happily and his tail wagged. Yes! He definitely wanted to go to the park! "Sounds like fun." Dust said, then looked over at other Terror. Other Terror didn't answer, so Terror just picked him up and Papyrus led them outside. Other Terror looked around. “Whère arê we goíng?” "Park." Terror said in Papyrus's voice, not having the effort to make his own words. “Oh. Uhm..ok” Other Terror looked a little uncomfortable. Papyrus took them to a large park. There were lots of trees around it, as well as picnic tables. "You guys play here, while I run errands. I'll come pick you guys up in a bit. Have fun." With that, Papyrus jogged away. "T t ti im me fo for  f fu fun, y yes?" Other Terror walks over to the swings and sits on one..but he doesn't swing. He just sits there. So Terror started to gently push the swing, making sure not to swing too hard so that other Terror didn't fall off. Other Terror started to cheer up. Terror started pushing him a bit more. So now other Terror was about 5 feet off the ground. Soon Dust came over, followed by Red. Red sat down on one of the swings, and Dust sat on a bench close by. “Higher!” Other Terror happily demanded. "H ho ol old o on tig tight!" Terror called, then pushed harder. Now other Terror was about 8 feet in the air. Then 9. Then 10. Other Terror is laughing and having fun. Terror's tail was wagging a lot. Terror gave him one last big push. Other Terror went up and up and up and up, and when he was supposed to come back down, the swing continued going up. Then suddenly other Terror was upside down for a moment for the swing started wrapping around the top of the swing set. Other Terror squirmed, getting tangled in the swing's chains. “Hhéellpp” "Oh shit." Red hopped off his swing and flew up to other Terror. Red attempted to untangle other Terror, but he wouldn't stop moving. Terror stretched up there and tried to help too. Other Terror squirmed his foot is under the majority of chains. “Thèy’re coôldd” he whined.

"I am disappointed Marrow." King growled. Marrow had finally come out of hiding. Error was getting boring. "You ran away like a coward instead of facing punishment. I don't think you understand who you're dealing with. I have your souls. Yes all of them. They were given to me once you pledged your loyalty to me. I can kill you in an instant if I so wanted to. You're lucky you're useful to me right now. But one more slip up, and I'll find someone else to assist me." Marrow growled and tried to get up. King harshly pulls Marrow up with the chains. "Good boy." King grinned. "But since you had disobeyed me during your last punishment, I have to be a bit more...forceful. Now after this I hope you learn your lesson. I wouldn't have to euthanize you like I did with that coward Negative." King pulled Marrow out of the dungeons, hardly giving him any time to protest. Marrow just follows. King drags Marrow to a dark room, its walls and floors and ceiling made entirely of stone, and the door made of steel. King unchains Marrow and pushes him inside. He quickly closes and locks the door. King opens the small window on the door. "I hope you learn your lesson. I hope you learn who you belong to. I hate to do this to you, but I just want what's best for you. I want you to be a good boy. I want you to be my good boy." King grabbed a match box from his pocket and a bottle of gasoline. He lit match and threw it in, followed by the gasoline. Then he shut the window and walked away.