|Traveling through the AUs| Undertale AU oneshots and lemons

♠Goth x Fell!Goth

This was also part of the bet and all of you better ready your tissues and ice cream!

I mean probably only for the Poth and Gray shippers ;-;) But let's give Foth (Fell Goth) some love too!

*cough* it's a bit one sided though *cough* but hey it's a sad chapter what do you expect?

Also have you guys experienced any problems like you try and follow someone and then wattpad becomes a jerk and makes you unfollow them?

Because that's what's happening to me
Third Person POV

It was almost night time and the sun was beginning to set, creating a beautiful flurry of orange, red, yellow and pink.

Foth looked down as he walked aimlessly around the park, ignoring the scared looks a few people gave him.

He was too tired from Fallete's (Fell Palette) shit to even glare at them.

"Hm?" He looked up a bit to see as he heard a familiar voice crying for help.

His eyes widened when he saw his original self having some trouble with two gangsters as he was being pulled into an alley.

Rage clouded Foth's mind for some reason as he sprinted to Goth's aid and immediately started beating the two yankees.

While he was punching one in the gut he couldn't help but think of why in the right mind was he acting like this.

'Why the heck am I so pissed?! No on second thought why am I helping my other self in the first place?!'

He growled and decided to take his anger and confusion on the two unfortunate monsters.

When he was about to punch the already beaten up monster again his arm was grabbed making him turn to see Goth shaking his head as his eyes pleaded for mercy.

Foth's anger suddenly faded away as he saw the cute skeleton's face. He stopped his attack and glared at the fleeing yankees.

He was too busy from beating the monsters that he didn't notice it started to rain.

His attention was back at Goth when he heard him let out a kitten like sneeze (:3).

"Tch." He clicked his tongue and draped his cloack over the smaller skeleton's form.

Only in his shirt and pants (I don't know what he wears under the cloak so shush) he carried Goth into a hotel.

He didn't want to go to his house and probably cause chaos and wrong conclusions.

Foth got the keys to their room and laid Goth on the bed before going to the bathroom to take a quick shower and change clothes.

He came back out with a bucket of water, a rag, medicine and a pair of clothes the hotel provided.

'Okay it's okay, it's not like I'm stripping someone else since they're practically me.'

Foth thought with a red blush as he changed Goth's clothes into new and dry ones while wiping his head with a damp cloth.

Though he couldn't help but notice how his bone structure was a bit more feminine.

'No don't you dare you dirty little mind!' Foth shook his head as he placed them in a laundry basket before heading to the other bed.

"What the heck is wrong with me?" He mumbled as he stared at the ceiling, he was never like this before.

'I can't be going soft!' He scowled as he tried to find the reason for his sudden urge to help this skeleton.