I'm actually extremely concerned on how there are NO crossovers of Soul Eater and Undertale. I mean, BOTH OF THEM COMPLETELY REVOLVE AROUND SOULS DO THEY NOT?! It just surprises me. Anyway. Ima get this lil bean started. Maybe slight UNDERTALE AU? Like, Reapertale maybe. If people like it, then I'll probably continue. :3 here we gooooooo -Bookman Old Style "Sty"

Prologue

A sound Soul dwells within a sound Mind and a sound Body.

But sometimes the mind can grow corrupt, causing the wavelength of their Soul to falter. Thus damaging their body and forcing them to a path of darkness. These wanderers travel along this trail, their staggering steps leaving footprints painted with the bloodshed they'd caused. They slowly become Kishin Eggs, in which they will dive deeper into their maddening hell, steadily losing their Souls to the insanity. They murder the innocent and devour their Souls, and soon enough, they turn into Kishins.

Lord Death, weary from falling all the Kishins in the early world, created Death City and the DWMA -Death Weapon Meister Academy- to train adolescents who had the abilities to be a meister or a weapon and become protectors of the world.

If a weapon falls ninety-nine Kishin Eggs and one Witch, they will become a Death Scythe, a weapon used by Lord Death himself. Very few weapons had made it that far.

The students are trained by meisters, weapons and professors. Every human is unique, but when the school one day merged with creatures -monsters, to be specific- the DWMA grew stronger. With more monster meisters or weapons, there was more variety and power.

"You idiot!"

"I'm the idiot?! You're the one who said she was a witch!"

"Oh sure, blame the meister!"

They were fighting again, their wavelengths barely staying connected. The young man was pacing, his hands grabbing his dark blonde hair. His weapon, Ser, was sitting on the stone, her auburn hair in loose curls on her head. Her golden eyes were narrowed and her bare arms were crossed over her chest. She was wearing a silver skirt with torn tights and an aviator jacket, the leather dyed black, but the sleeves ripped off. Her meister, Carson, was pacing and growling at himself.

"This is your fault," she snapped.

"You were the one who thought it was a good idea!" Carson shouted.

"But you were the one who took Jeremy's word on this fucking job!" Ser spat. "You're at fault here, clover-chewing, one-eyed, bastard!"

Carson lifted his head, glaring at the girl. The two had just killed a cat, thinking the little fuck was a witch. According to her, she was just a feline with a ridiculously high amount of magic.

Fucking bullshit.

Lord Death was going to fail them and make them start over. Ser got up, her arms still firmly crossed. She flicked her hair back and began to walk away, causing Carson to turn to her.

"Where the hell do you think you're goin'?" he barked, scrambling to follow her. She scoffed, kicking a stone with one of her sneakers.

"To the Academy," she growled, not looking back. "We might as well return. There's nothing we can do here to change our status." Carson rolled his one brown eye, clenching his jaw. Maybe the others were having more luck...

"U-Undyne, I don't t-think this is a good idea."

"Aw, c'mon Alphy! When have I ever had anything but good ideas?!"

Alphys glanced at her meister from the blade of the spear. She was a three-horned, orange-scaled lizard monster who was rather smart but shy and nervous. Her meister, Undyne, was a blue-scaled fish monster with one eye and long, flowing blood-red hair. She was a little careless and loud, but she was also exceedingly strong. The two practically balanced each other out.

Undyne suddenly leaped down from her perch above the dining Kishin eggs, giving a loud woop of excitement. Her weapon Alphys squeaked in fear as the humans whipped out their guns, letting the bullets rain down on the two females. Alphys got out of her weapon form and trailed behind Undyne -who was laughing full-heartedly- and they both made a run for it.

A few miles away, Undyne and Alphys looked out over a flowing river, both panting softly. Undyne still giggled a little.

"Undyne, a-a-are you h-hurt?" Alphys stuttered, taking a step towards her meister. She was wearing a white tail-coat and a long-sleeved, turtleneck dress underneath with pale purple high-heels. Her green eyes looked at Undyne worriedly from behind the thick lenses of her circular glasses. Undyne spun around with a large, toothy grin.

"Fuhuhu! How could I have gotten hurt? Did you see me back there?! No one knew what was going on, but I still had everyone's attention! I would've gotten their Souls too if they hadn't started shooting like that!" The fish monster flicked her hair back and flexed one of her arms. Alphys gawked slightly. "Nah, Alphy. I'm fine!"

"O-o-okay, Undyne..." Alphys murmured. Her meister was wearing a black leather jacket with a navy blue tank-top and torn jeans. She also wore a black eye-patch over her left eye and brown boots that went up half-way on her calves. Undyne suddenly grabbed Alphys' hand and began to drag her off.

"C'mon! We gotta go back and see Lord Death! Maybe he can get us an easier mission."

Explosions rang through the air. Screams of the evil were like music to their predator. The short monster sat atop of what looked to be a giant, smoking dragon skull. He snapped and the skull's maw opened wide, loud whirring coming from deep inside. And all at once a large vaporizing beam blazed out, destroying the Kishin eggs down to their black Souls. The meister hopped off the dragon blaster, giving it a gentle hug before grabbing the nine Kishin eggs. He popped them into the skulls mouth and it growled happily as it absorbed them.

"Kay. That should be all right for tonight kiddo. Let's contact Death and then we can go home." The laser cannon nodded and glowed brightly before morphing into the shape of a small girl. She had golden-orange curls and pale blue eyes. She wore an oversized pale-purple hoodie that had a fluffy hood and a knee-length gray skirt. She had no shoes on. She eagerly reached for her meister's hand and he gladly took hers. He was a short skeleton with a blue winter coat and shorts with black sneakers. He wore an off-white turtleneck underneath his jacket.

The two began to walk down the road, the young girl playfully swinging her arm that held her meister's hand. They reached a big window and the girl breathed into it, creating fog on the glass. The skeleton then wrote the numbers 42-42-564 on the glass, and the window began to ripple.

Soon a clear view of another skeleton filled the open space. He smiled and waved to the two.

"Oh hello, Sans and Silvia! How goes my two favorite beings?" the Grim Reaper chided. Sans smirked.

"We're doing just fine, bro. How's the Academy? Hope your students aren't..." The reaper tensed, his sockets widening.

"Sans don't you dare..."

"Working you to the bone."

As Death roared with fury, the little weapon girl at Sans' side laughed aloud. He chuckled himself, watching his younger brother lose his patience.

"Oh dear god if I could, I would so kill you right now," Lord Death grumbled, rubbing his face.

"No you wouldn't," Sans sniggered. "If anything you'd give me and the kid here a hug. We haven't seen you in person in ages." The Reaper smiled slightly, tucking his arms into his large cloak.

"You could always enroll in the Academy," he offered. Sans gave a crooked smile, squeezing Silvia's hand.

"Heh, true. I could do that, but don't you think Silv is a little too young to join?"

"I'm the headmaster, Sans. I can allow anybody I want into this school." Sans laughed.

"Yeah, I guess so, Papyrus. Oh, by the way, we're about thirty more eggs away from just needing a Witch. You got any good jobs for us to take tomorrow?" Sans asked as Silvia leaned against him, poking at the rippling window. Papyrus rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his sockets furrowing.

"Hmmm... There are these two rogue weapons who seem to be causing some trouble. I'll give you more details tomorrow." He tilted his head at the meister and weapon. "You do realize you're already a Grim Reaper -you don't have to hunt corrupted Souls or Witches."

Sans shrugged.

"Yeah, I know..." He closed his sockets, feeling magic slowly begin to build in his left eye. When he opened them again he could see his glowing magic's reflection in the window.

"But it's so much fun."