Under Arrest (Multiship)

~Chapter 32~

——— Fell's POV ———
My eyelids fluttered opened to the day of sunlight that seemed through the small gap of window which was covered by the curtain. I yawned before blinking several times.

"Where the heck am I?" I questioned myself as I inspected the sock-covered room.

"You're in my house," a voice responded, making me jump off the bed. After seeing my reaction, he laughed a bit before helping me off the ground.

"Jeez are you some kind of creep?" I said jokingly.

"Nah. I'm too OLD for jump scares," he replied.

"What? Anyone can be jump scared by something," I said, trying to understand what he was even talking about.

"I'm too OLD for your jokes," he continued making me even more confused.

"I literally have no idea what you're even talking about," I stated which he gave a blank response.

"I forgot. I didn't tell you. Come downstairs I think you'll know," he said as he walked off, presumably downstairs. I sighed to myself as I followed him downstairs. As I got down the stairs, I saw an array of coloured balloons with a bunch of parcels at the door.

"Woah is it some sort of birthday celebration?" I asked, amazed at the amount of balloons.

"Yup. It's my birthday,"

"What!" I looked at him astonished. "I um Happy Birthday I guess??"

"That's fine! You didn't know! All these gifts were from friends and family. Frisk ordered a LOT of balloons..." he said sighing while looking at the vast amount of balloons.

"You have a really nice family," I said, quieting my voice. He turned to look at me, a look of sadness.

"Hey. If you want, we can share my birthday today," he replied while walking over to pick a present.

"Wait what? I can't take your present. They're for you!!" I stuttered as Classic stuffed a present in my hand while holding another.

"Just open it ya dingus," he joked as he sat down to open the wrapper. I slowly seated myself to the ground as I carefully teared off the wrapping paper.

It was a box. I opened the box while Classic was busy trying on a sweater that Toriel had bought him. As I opened the box, there was another gift covered in wrapping paper inside.

"What the heck is this?" I questioned out loud. Classic looked over in his fluffy white sweater as he tipped the smaller gift out of the larger one. A small note fluttered out as if fell onto the ground. I picked it up as I deciphered the small writing.

Happy birthday Sans
I was forced to do this by Frisk. Be happy. Btw this gift is from everyone. Go die or whatevs.

Chara

"Yup. That's Chara. I presumed they'd do that," Classic face palmed as he scrunched up the note and the excess wrapping paper. I handed the smaller box to Classic as he opened it.

Once he had opened the smaller box, his eyes glowed in happiness as he took out a golden pendant shaped like a heart. He quickly put it on as he looked down at it.

"That looks pretty on you," I blurted out. He looked me with a blue tint as I thought of what I said. I immediately slapped my face as Classic looked at me worried.

"Uh are you ok?" He asked quietly.

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine!" I stuttered as a bead of sweat fell down my cheek. Classic sighed as he laid back on the sofa.

"Ok then," he said.

"Um. I don't have anything to give..." I said while sheepishly rubbing my neck. He gave a small laugh as he gave me a look of reassurance.

"That's fine. I have you," Classic said somehow confidently. I processed the information before I was blushing bright red. Like me, Classic didn't think of his word choice either and had just realised now, blushing bright blue.

"I-I... hope y-you didn't mind that.." Classic whispered quiet as he buried himself in his blue jacket. Not wanting to make anything more unusual I scooted next to him and out an arm over his shoulder, bringing him to a hug.

"I didn't mind that at all," I replied. "I guess I was your best birthday present,"

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Happy 3rd Anniversary Undertale!

Still love this game after three years!!!

This is not the end

——— Father's POV ———
I sat down on the comfy leather chair in front of the fire. Sipping on my drink I looked in front of me to see the weird tar covered skeleton I met before.

I was interested. Rather curious perhaps. No one can ever be born like that unless they consume some sort of power of some sort. I turned to see my butler walking towards me with an injection needle. He carefully handed to me as I got up. I slowly made my way over to the unconscious monster, holding his arm out. Quickly, I pierced the needle in as he suddenly jolted.

I stepped back as the antidote took over his immune system. The tar slowly dropped off his body, slowly revealing pale white bones. Halfway I was surprised see purple clothing on him in a form of royalty. I wanted to make sure he was the one I was looking for.

An hour later, it was done. The tar was surrounding him like a puddle. Finally he opened his eyes, adjusting it to the light. After he was fully awake, his eyes widened as he looked at his pale bones. He looked around frantically then setting his eyes on me.

"You?! What do you want with me?" He shouted as he struggled to get out of the restraints.

"Nothing child. Just a formal visit,"

"Hey I'm not staying here for your conversation," he replied looking dead straight at me.

"Fine. Do as you please. It don't go near those officers. You understand?" I said sternly before he scoffed and disappeared. I turned to look back at him as he looked angered.

"Just let me go!"

"Ah stay a while, child. It's been a great honour to meet the president's son,"