Fonttale: Waking the World
Chapter One:
Dead and Gone
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the SECOND part of the Fonttale series. If you don't read Fonttale FIRST you won't understand what's going on here. Also be aware that there's MENTION of baby death. This story is a MATURE RATED HORROR STORY as WELL as a comedy and so the humor is DARK. If you're squeamish, have a weak psyche, or can't stand it when people have different morals then you do, DO NOT read any further. Like the tags CLEARLY say, there is blood, gore, violence, etc. If you can't handle that, go read a My Little Pony story.
For those of you who've grown OUT of diapers, enjoy.
Also, and I can't believe I actually have to put this note up here, please wait until the whole story is up before leaving a bad review otherwise your complaints may become invalid when a certain chapter comes along and you'll look like a jackass.
"Nyeh! Nyeh!"
CUFF!
CUFF!
"*Huff*"
CUFF
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CHIK!
"You know Brother, it'd be nice if you lent a hand every once in awhile," said Papyrus leaning on his shovel. He wiped the sweat off his skull with a gloved hand and smiled down at his brother. It had been a couple hours since he and Sans left the Underground and Papyrus had spent almost all of them climbing down Mt. Ebott. He was exhausted, but with Sans having fallen down, he couldn't afford to rest.
The stars were out now and the moon was luckily as bright as his brother described. The Horror Font needed that light too if he was going to finish this job.
"Alright, finally. Digging takes forever without those automated machines you were talking about. Nyeh heh heh...god this sucks."
You'd think digging up human corpses would be an easy task, but no. Disguising himself as one of the human children using his font and stealing a shovel was a piece of cake, but those hateful humans decided to bury their dead six feet under the earth. Six feet! The skeleton had been digging forever trying to reach them...but something was wrong in this cemetery.
Papyrus bent down and rubbing the dirt off the casket, pulled open the lid only to find the same thing he'd been finding all day, emptiness. Another casket was absolutely empty.
"Another one?! Are you kidding me?! That's the fourth one!" Papyrus stared down at the empty coffin in disbelief.
What on earth is going on here? Why is every box I find completely empty? I KNOW humans bury their dead here, so...why?
Papyrus sat near the dirt mound he had made and covered his face with his hands. Sans lay in the grass beside him motionless. The cool wind felt nice against his bones, but it did little to change his mood.
Is this cemetery completely empty? Are all the bodies being moved to another cemetery for some reason?
"No, no they wouldn't rebury the boxes, that makes no sense!" said Papyrus loudly.
"WHO'S OUT THERE?"
"*Gasp!*" Papyrus's head shot up in surprise, as a male voice rang out somewhere in the area. A small beam of light snaked its way along the grass, lighting up a couple of tombstones.
"I SAID, WHO'S OUT THERE?"
Papyrus quickly jumped down into the grave and put his brother into the casket before jumping back out. Using his font to disguise himself as a raven, he sat on top of the tombstone of said grave, waiting to see who would appear.
A human in black wearing some kind of badge and what looked like a radio, approached the brothers carrying a flashlight. Seeing Sans in the grave, the human shook their head. "Another activist digging. God damn it...that's the fifth time this week!" He turned around and scanned the area with his flashlight. "HELLO? IS ANYONE OUT THERE?"
Is anyone dumb enough to answer you?
The human shined his flashlight on Papyrus, but the skeleton stayed where he was. The only thing the human saw was a raven and as long as Papyrus kept his focus, that's all they WOULD see.
"HELLO?"
Maybe if you didn't shout, you'd find the person you were looking for.
Stupid creature...
The human looked down at Sans, shining the flashlight onto his hoodie. "I should probably get someone to rebury this guy, buuut I should also be getting a raise for all the crap I've been putting up with this week."
Papyrus stared at him incredulously from his perch.
Is this human serious?
They're obviously in charge of security around here, yet they think they should get a raise? For failing in their job for...what did they say?
The fifth time this week?
The human turned and began to walk away, unintentionally angering Papyrus further.
He's really leaving isn't he?
He's going to leave without reburying the body, OR calling someone else to rebury it?!
Unbelievable!
The tall skeleton glared at the human from atop the tombstone, gritting his teeth. His anger was beginning to take control of him again. He knew he really needed to see someone about that, but he knew if he did he'd lie to the person trying to help him when things got tough. No one could help him but himself...or another Font.
Papyrus wasn't particularly an angry person, his rage was just too extreme during the rare times it reared its ugly head. There were actually not many things that bothered him, but he DID have his triggers. He couldn't stand laziness for example. It was okay if SANS was lazy; he had a depression problem and was a Font that needed more sleep than most, but this human...
"*Sigh* I need a drink. Something strong. There's only so much stress a man can handle..."
HE'S GOING TO DRINK WHILE WORKING?!
Another trigger was people not taking their work seriously and/or intentionally breaking their job's rules. This man had unfortunately, done both. Papyrus couldn't keep his mouth shut anymore.
"Shame on you, Human. Shame, shame, shame. ALL of the shame-"
"WHO'S THERE?!" The man spun around quickly, searching for the voice that had scolded him, but found no one. "I'M WARNING YOU! I HAVE A GUN!"
Papyrus laughed from his perch. "Nyeh heh heh heh heh! Volume Human! You'll wake the dead...Nyeh heh ha ha ha!"
"COME OUT, RIGHT NOW!"
More laughter. "Now why would I do a thing like that? Sounds a bit dangerous, don't you think?"
"I AM AN OFFICER OF THE LAW AND YOU WILL FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS! COME OUT AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD! NOW!"
"So bossy...you don't have many friends, do you?"
"I'M NOT GONNA TELL YOU AGAIN!"
"Does that mean you're going to leave? How...unfortunate."
The officer swung his flashlight around wildly, drawing his gun. "I-I have a gun! I will shoot you if you don't come out!"
"...What?"
CLICK!
He cocked his gun, much to Papyrus's amusement, and pointed it towards where he THOUGHT the Font's voice was coming from.
"I SWEAR I'LL USE THIS!" His arm shook as Papyrus's aura heightened his fear tenfold.
"On what?"
"ON YOU!"
"But you don't know where I am!" exclaimed Papyrus smiling and laughing once more. His anger was totally gone, replaced instead by joy as he watched the policeman turn around in frightened circles.
I should probably end this now though. If he's like the children and knows about Fonts-
"WHERE ARE YOU?"
"Quiet Human, I'm thinking."
If he's like the children and knows about Fonts, he might hurt Sans thinking he's me or something.
Of course he'd have to calm down and actually THINK first...
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
THUD!
Or he could just shoot randomly into the dark.
The officer, seeing a shadow, shot three times in that general direction, scaring the birds nesting in the trees nearby. "GOTCHA'!"
Papyrus turned his head towards the direction of his shots, surprised. "You got SOMEBODY, but uhhh...it wasn't me. Nice shot though."
The man stood dumbfounded. "Th-that wasn't...wasn't you?" He asked, lowering his gun.
"I'm afraid not-"
BANG!
Before Papyrus could finish his sentence, the officer put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. A spray of red painted the nearby tombstones and he fell to the grass, dead.
It took a few moments for Papyrus to register what had just happened. The human had apparently killed himself, but for what reason he knew not.
Wow, that human was uuunstable.
Papyrus got down from his perch and dissipated his illusion. "At least we're not leaving here empty-handed, right Brother?"
Sans said nothing.
Jumping into the grave, Papyrus carefully picked up his unconscious sibling and jumped back out. He smiled, feeling proud of his jumping ability.
THIS is why spikes are better than conveyor belts.
"What Font do you think he'll turn into Sans?" asked Papyrus. He took off his glove and approached the officer, hopefully.
Sans didn't answer, he lay over Papyrus's shoulder as quiet as when they were on the mountain.
Placing a hand upon the body, the Horror Font began sending his magic into it.
It didn't take long for the officer's eyes to open.
"Wh-where am I?" He asked, sitting up dazed and confused. "Who are you?"
Papyrus didn't answer, instead he took out Sans' FontSearch and pointed it at the newly born Font.
"Wh-what are you doing? STOP THAT!" The Font freaked out and scrambled to his feet as the green light from the FontSearch scanned him. He took off at blinding speed, heading for the fence of the cemetery.
Ghastly Panic: The Hysterical Font
Attribute: Horror
Type: Verbal
Ghastly Panic, although not of the Physical type, is one of the fastest running Fonts in the world. Distrustful and easily terrified, they use their impressive speed to run away from anything and everything that they deem even the tiniest bit strange and/or frightening.
Because of this Font's extreme Panophobia, it is difficult to have a conversation with them or even approach them, as they can spread their paranoia through their aura and even inflict massive hysteria on a wide scale. They live solitary lives in secluded places and reside in houses that they themselves tend to build. Sadly, despite their amazing carpentry skill and fast pace, they are unsuitable for any job.
This Font however, is not always friendless. In fact some of them, contradictory to their nature, will seek out dangerous people in an attempt to befriend them in order to feel safer. Note that this personality trait is rare and attempting to befriend Ghastly Panic is not recommended. There have been reports of the Font attacking those who don't keep their distance and even of the Fonts dying of fright.
"Augh, this Font is useless! What the hell are we to do with a paranoid Font?!" Papyrus sighed and put the FontSearch away. He took it back out when he remembered that the officer had shot someone nearby. "Wowie, I almost forgot about them!"
Listening quietly for any noises, Papyrus walked towards whoever had been shot, treading lightly. He knew the trigger happy human had to have attracted a few curious eyes; those gunshots after all, had been loud.
"Stay quiet Sans. Don't make a sound."
"..."
Creeping amongst the tombstones, he at last saw a shadowy shape on the ground a few meters away.
Please be a human...
It was.
Yes!
They lay in the grass on their back, a bullet hole in their chest.
Oh, they only got hit once. I guess the law human wasn't that great a shot after all.
The human in the grass was VERY odd, at least compared to all the humans Papyrus had seen on the streets. He knew enough about them now to tell that this one was most likely a woman, but...
"Why is she wearing that?"
Papyrus picked her up by her shoulders to get a better look at her. She was wearing an elegant black lacy dress that reached just above her knees, a black veil, and freaking high heels. Black high heels with straps.
"Who wears something like this while breaking into a cemetery?" asked Papyrus to no one.
It was strange. The last thing you wanted to do was wear high heels in a cemetery; the loose soil would swallow up the heels, causing you to fall onto your face every three steps. The fact that her dress was so short was weird as well, as most humans were bundled up in heavy coats; the back of her dress was even cut. It was some kind of...oval shape.
Papyrus moved her long blond hair out of the way.
Yeah, that's an oval shaped hole. Totally made on purpose too.
What's the point of clothes if they don't keep you warm?
At least her shoulders aren't bare, the woman has SOME decency.
The only suitable thing she appeared to wear was the veil, but due to the rest of her outfit it only served to make her look like a slutty widow, if there was such a thing.
"God, she's trashy. Isn't she trashy Sans?"
"..."
"If you ever bring someone like this home, I will be VERY upset. You're better than this."
"..."
Papyrus didn't like the idea of waking up the disrespectful harlot, but he knew he needed to do everything in his power to help Sans, even the things he didn't want to, or he'd regret it for the rest of his life.
First things first though; I'm going through her things.
Why the hell is she dressed like a lady of the night in such a sacred place?
The woman's purse lie nearby, black of course. Spilling out the contents revealed makeup, a wallet, pictures of people Papyrus didn't know a picture of the officer that had shot himself, and a bottle of pills. What interested Papyrus the most though were a pair of black gloves and several cards with her picture on them, each one looking slightly different and carrying different names.
Why isn't she wearing the gloves?
Something in him said that this woman was probably not the best person in the world.
On closer inspection, he noticed that the cards not only had different names, but different information as well.
These last three cards here say, "identification."
...
Well, well...
Papyrus grinned at the corpse. "Am I to assume these pills are deadly, Margret? That's probably not your real name is it?" He picked up all of her belongings and put them back in her purse. "Is it wise to bring you back, I wonder? You don't seem like a very honest person, my dear. What do you think Sans?"
"..."
"Well if you've no objections..." Papyrus put his hand on her head, instilling her with magic. "Wakey wakey, wicked witch..."
The young woman opened her eyes and looked about her. Seeing the tall skeleton she immediately narrowed her eyes and stood up, brushing the dirt from her dress.
ERROR...NO INFORMATION AT THIS TIME. PLEASE UPDATE YOUR FONTSEARCH OR CONTACT YOUR NEAREST CAPTURE FACILITY IMMEDIATELY. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO ENGAGE THE SCANNED FONT.
Ah, that's right.
This FontSearch is over nineteen years old. It probably does need to be updated.
"I don't recall giving you permission to scan me."
Wowie...I IMMEDIATELY hate her! Impressive!
"I don't recall asking for it. Stay where you are or I'll retrieve you," said Papyrus, updating his FontSearch.
"That's no way to speak to a lady-"
"That's no way to speak to your betters. Stay silent until this is finished."
The young woman smiled and walked around Papyrus as he watched the screen, dragging her fingers across the back of his battle body.
He didn't react.
"Who's that draped over your shoulder there, tall, dark, and frosty?"
"That would be my brother and if you value those fingers of yours you'll keep them to yourself, minx."
The woman raised a brow. "Minx? Such an old fashioned word...how old are you exactly?" asked the Font picking up her purse.
"What does it matter?"
Come on, hurry the hell up!
"I like a certain type-"
"I'm not on the market," said Papyrus curtly. "I'm not for free either. Just because we're both Fonts doesn't mean I'm your doppelganger."
The woman frowned at the skeleton and leaned against a nearby tombstone, crossing her arms.
Normally Papyrus would be a gentleman during first meetings, but he didn't like people who used their looks to get what they wanted. They reminded him too much of Mettaton.
Where did she get off, putting her wretched little hands on him before introductions? Did she think he was just gonna fall head over heels for her if she bat her eyelashes and spoke every sentence in a seductive tone?
Revolting hussy.
She's got a lot of nerve.
The young woman moved her hair out of her face and began rummaging through her purse. Probably looking for clues as to who she had been previously.
"Oh dear, well...that explains your attitude," she said smiling at the IDs. "You've been through my things haven't you?"
Papyrus said nothing.
"You should know it's rude to go through a lady's belongings..."
"I'll keep that in mind when I come across one," said Papyrus, still watching the screen.
"You're really upset because of who I was in the past? I don't remember my past Skelly; I'm a whole new person now."
"I very much doubt it."
Fonts tended to mirror a human's personality or cause of death. This wannabe seductress was probably a lewd Horror of some sort, but Papyrus had to make sure.
"You can jump out of a plane and doubt you'll hit the ground but-"
"I thought I asked you to be quiet?" Papyrus turned to glare at the woman.
I'm losing my patients.
"I thought I told you no?" said the Font, smirking at the skeleton.
"That I don't recall, but I'm sure if you HAD had the gall, there would have been consequences," Papyrus let his eyes glow to illustrate his point.
"You don't scare me tough guy-"
UPDATE COMPLETE.
The FontSearch screen returned to the main page and Papyrus noticed that new tabs had been added. Lore, Video, Recharge, Family, Abilities, and Radar.
"Finally, I was worried about the battery life on this thing. I'm guessing it's solar powered...?"
"Is it done? Oh good! Let's see how dangerous I really am."
Black Widow: The Seductive Font
Attribute: Horror
Type: Poison
Always scantily clad, Black Widow enjoys luring their victims in with their charm and then poisoning them through intimate means. Black Widow is a female exclusive, meaning only females can obtain this font. Black Widow typically seduces their chosen victim and kills them after marriage, meaning their font build-up is very slow.
Highly intelligent and manipulative, they can rival most Verbal Fonts in charisma, however they do not have the ability to attack or mold a victim's mind. Physically and magically weak, they rely on trickery to survive making them invaluable as detectives and interrogators.
A Black Widow's taste in fashion depends entirely on their personality, but it is always stereotypical. A Black Widow that acts like a dominatrix will dress like one at all times for example, making them easily mistakable for Virus Fonts.
Extreme caution is advised.
"Physically and magically weak huh? I guess I won't be killing you after all."
Papyrus turned back at her.
"Oh what's that look for? I was only kidding. Besides you already knew I was a naughty girl..."
Gross.
Poison Fonts
Poison Fonts are Fonts whose ectoplasm is extremely venomous. The appendages they create with their magic can kill on contact with the skin and what's worse is their ectoplasm can also be used in the form of a gas.
Although they can kill dozens of people at a time, their venom is currently being studied for medicinal purposes; their venom is actually poisonous to not only humans, monsters, and animals, but bacteria and viruses as well. They themselves are immune to any and all types of poison to date, including radiation; this makes them wonderful in jobs that require them to handle toxic materials.
Because they rely on their venom most of the time, they are usually physically and magically weak. They prefer to befriend or seduce their victims rather than fight. Because of their non-violent tendencies they have evolved to become the second most intelligent type of Font to date.
Parasitic Virus Fonts can have trouble with Poison types due to the fact that their toxin will pass to the parasites and viruses that enter their body and kill them, making it impossible for Virus Fonts to use them as mobile homes and making it difficult for them to defend themselves. Virus Fonts can also face problems if their parasites are retractable as they can contract and carry back the venom to the Virus Font.
"Wooooooo." whistled Black Widow. "And here I thought I was a weakling. Looks like I'm valuable after all."
Not to me.
She can't wake my brother up.
"You know I bet if the devil were here, I could even poison him! Bacteria and viruses...wow..."
The devil...?
Really?
"I don't think you could poison the devil, dear. You probably couldn't even make Horror sick..."
If Horror gets sick though, maybe their aura will get weaker...but she has to get close enough to poison them...and I still need a way to dig them up.
I don't even know if it will affect Horror.
"Horror? That Legendary those cultists are trying to dig up? Don't tell me you're with them..."
Papyrus looked at her in interest. "Cultists? I don't understand." They had people like that in the Underground he remembered. Sad, weak souls who couldn't live life without the promise of someone coming to make all their problems disappear. Papyrus had always hated them. They spent all their time in buildings preaching about the prophecy of an angel coming to free them and no time actually trying to help themselves.
The worst ones were the doomsday cultists though. Their prophecy foretold that the "angel" was the angel of death, coming to destroy them all. He didn't understand why people would constantly go to their meetings. Why go to a place where nothing but fear and sadness is stuffed into your head? What was the appeal there?
"You're not from around here are you Skelly? Either that or you're playing me heh ha..."
Didn't the law human say something about activists or something?
"Are you talking about Font activists?"
"Yeah that's right...those freaks."
"You don't sound like a fan."
"I'm not. No one is. They're a bunch of grave robbers out to 'destroy humanity.'"
Papyrus chuckled. "I don't think Horror's release will DESTROY humanity-"
"Tell that to the cultists," said Widow, interrupting him. She scowled at the earth as if the dirt had offended her and then at him. She clearly didn't find them funny. "Those freaks think they're doing God's work, killing people and digging up corpses. I don't even want to think about what they might be doing with them..."
"Humans don't have magic."
"Precisely. Soo what the hell ARE they doing?"
"I couldn't hazard a guess."
"Neither could anyone else; no one's been able to find ANY members or ANY clues on their whereabouts."
Papyrus looked at her skepticism written all over his face. "Nothing huh?"
"Nothing."
"Well if they're clearing out cemeteries they must be nearby. Can't be seen carrying around a cadaver in the daylight..."
"Don't bother looking. Everyone's searched high and low for them; nothing's turned up."
Nonsense.
"Then how on earth do you even become a member?" asked Papyrus crossing his arms.
"Apparently, they find YOU. People have not only been killed, but they've gone missing too."
"Nyeh heh heh...Interesting. So if I show interest in freeing Horror, I'll go 'missing?'"
"That's the rumor, sweetheart. I wouldn't try it though, people around here are DYING to lynch anyone who so much as breaths the name 'Horror.'"
Papyrus put on his most depressed face and kicked at the dirt. "*Sigh* I guess I'll just keep digging here and hope for the best then..."
The woman looked shocked, almost appalled. "What? Don't tell me you want to join!"
"I do. I need a Font that can wake my brother," said Papyrus softly, looking over his shoulder at his poor little sibling. "If they have bodies, I can give him a chance."
"Oh I see...he's fallen..."
"..."
"..."
"...Come with me."
"Why?"
Black Widow smiled mischievously. "Because I may know some people already who can help you..."