WARNING: it is at this point where Bular's redemption starts
and yes there is more Undertale music here IT'S NOT MY FAULT UNDERTALE MUSIC FITS WITH ALMOST EVERYTHING ( Again respect and credit to Toby Fox for composing the amazing soundtrack)
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Bular felt his eyes becoming heavy now that he was sitting down and resting for the first time in a while. As he stared at the whelp's face he felt a sense of calm and fulfillment for the first time in weeks seeing the newborn enjoying his first meal... the first meal he should have gotten from his mother instead of him. As much as Bular hated to admit it he couldn't deny the fact that the trolls from Heartstone Trollmarket had guaranteed safety from things such as exposure to human kind... and himself.
But as he started to think about the whelp's unfortunate situation he realized that the only reason that the whelp was even in his current predicament in the first place was because the whelp's own mother chose to abandon her son in the streets of Arcadia Oaks and strip the innocent whelp of the warmth and safety that he deserved the second that he was welcomed into the world.
Bular snapped out of it when he saw that the whelp had finished his meal. Bular gently placed the whelp on his shoulder and burped him to finish the last of the immediate care for the whelp. While Bular was gently lowering the whelp to let the little one rest in his arms he noticed that the whelp had started to use his hand as a pillow, Bular felt strangely compelled to caresses the newborns cheek rather than pull his hand away... he marveled at the softness of the whelp's sweet little face.
Bular could have just set the whelp into a box as a makeshift crib and simply left but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to do so feeling... guilt over the idea of leaving the whelp alone and a unknown desire to keep the whelp close to him. He kept watch of the whelp peacefully sleeping in his arms and for the first time in a very long time... he feels like he can truly relax .
Bular started to wonder if there was an incident in Trollmarket involving the discovery of a new mother abandoning her whelp that Kanjigar now had to deal with. As Bular was pondering he decided to take a closer look of the whelp in his arms and realized that the newborn had features that definitely indicated that the little one was half Krubera troll, He definitely needed to ask Stricklander if there was some way for him to contact Queen Usurna later in the future to ask her some questions.
Bular fell asleep sometime later with the whelp in his arms after his body succumbed to his fatigue as his mind wandered around the topic of the whelps parentage. While Bular was sound asleep on his throne the whelp opened his eyes for the first time but couldn't see much other than grey silhouettes and the brightness of light due to his still developing eyes but he was still able to make out Bular's form, to the whelp Bular wasn't the fearsome Bular the Butcher, the Vicious, the infamous Gumgum prince, to the whelp Bular was his caregiver and source of warmth, of safety, but most importantly... his source of love
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My little sunshine
Fanfictionfor the past 900 years, Bular was alone as the last Gumgum left on the surface world with the rest of his tribe being banished to the darklands during the battle of Killahead Bridge. over the years Bular envies the rest of troll kind and humans for...
