Prologue

He stared at his reflection,the being that stared back wasn't him.. was it?

In a sense, it was. Yet in another sense, it wasn't.

He still felt an ache down to the marrow of his bones. A dull pulse of his SOUL within his chest felt as though he was being burned.

He was so tired, his very being ached with exhaustion and hunger.

He should have known this would happen.

Monsters were set free three years ago

With the breaking of the barrier

Came a pulse of pent up MAGIC

From both MAGE and MONSTER.

When the monsters were released from the UNDERGROUND, humanity felt the magic in a wave. Instincts screaming out for them to be careful.

And yet, monsters were, for the most part, openly accepted. Welcomed with half open arms and given rights similar to what HUMANS has . Not equal by any means but it was a start. There was hope .

Before then, MAGEs were worshipped, humans would give constant praise to the powerful subset of their species. It was oddly pathetic.

After the BARRIER broke the souls of all MAGES, young and old, absorbed the MAGIC of a monster and within two years, MAGEs SOULS began to change. Followed quickly by their mental, physical, and magical capabilities.

The stronger and purer the SOUL the less MAGIC it absorbed.

The monster ambassador, Frisk, experienced almost the most change in SOUL and MAGIC . Their pure red SOUL shifted to an upside down position and gained a pure white outer shield. With the change to their soul they gained the ability to heal, fire magic, and green magic. Physically, they only gained tiny goat horns, a little more fluff to the hair, and heightened senses.

The other MAGEs didn't change that much.

And then there was (Y/n). He went through Excruciating pain. For two weeks every day felt awful as if his life was slowly being drained from his body .

His very soul shifted and shattered, cracks running deeply through the black and green SOUL as it repositioned itself. His magic changed greatly. At first it was just a simple struggle to raise a small shield but it eventually got easier.

The physical changes were the hardest to cope with. He was in excruciating pain all the time as muscle and fat slowly disintegrate from his body turning to dust as it fell from him. After two weeks of agony, the only thing that was left was a hard skeleton. There was no sign of the human he once was.

It was awful, he wasn't sure how long he could put up with it at first. But now as he stood in front of the mirror it wasn't as bad as it seemed.

Sure his biology changed from a physical to a magical aspect but it could have been much much worse. Looking back all the pain was more than worth it. He didn't have the highest opinion on humans. Becoming a monster was a lucky break for him.

Staring back at him from the reflection of the mirror was a tall skeleton standing at about 5'7" with thick bones and a thin silhouette. A crack trailed across his skull until it reached a blank socket stretched open wider than the other. He glanced down at the glasses resting against the sink. Despite the trauma to his skull his eyesight was perfectly clear. He would no longer need those. That would take some getting used to.

His eyelight drifted up towards your horns. They were large and curved outwards his silvery bones shimmering faintly green.

He was wearing the clothes his close friend, Grillby, gave him that accommodate him better than anything human made would. After all what human clothes have a hole in the back for the long bony tail he gained after his change.

Working with Grillby was fairly easy. You used fire magic to cook in the back. It's all for the better anyway. After the change new instincts flooded his system. Just getting a strong whiff of a human could set him off.

Before the change he was just a shy, pathetic MAGE scared of their own magic. Someone who ignored what little instincts they had.

An OMEGA.

Now he ran with his instincts, allowed himself to flourish in his powerful magic. It gave him the freedom to train with his fiery pal and best friend.

(Y/n) had enough magic to be considered an ALPHA, but had more abilities and instincts a BETA would.

And that's what he was, a BETA.

Submissive yet not.

He ran his phalanges down his skull letting out a deep growl from within his chest as his tail swished from side to side. He wasn't bored, agitated, or anything of the sort. No. He was unmotivated he didn't want to work today. He didn't feel like flipping burgers until his magic ached. He felt cooped up, caged, claustrophobic. And yet each time reminded himself it was for the best.

Deciding it was time to pull himself together and leave the confines of his room. He trudged lazily down the hall and into the kitchens, watching Grillby talk to his daughter, Fuku.

When Fuku noticed she did nothing short of tackle him. If (y/n) wasn't as strong as he was he would've stumbled and fallen over. But he steadied himself as the fire element nuzzled their face into (Y/n)s rib cage, causing the skeleton to let out a soft purr.

"Howdy there, Fuku. Have a good night's rest?" He questioned the young female.

Fuku looked up at (Y/n) and nodded, "yeppers!! I dreamt about the stars, and kittys!" She chirped and he nodded along watching the words Fuku spoke appear in his vision. Another thing he would have trouble getting used to was seeing what people said.

The words would only appear if he was looking at the person who spoke. Giving him a perfect and easy way to eavesdrop and learn secrets.

(Y/n) pat Fukus head and smiled, Grillby walking over and gently nudging Fuku. "Fuku, you need to go to school." He gently reminded the young fire element.

Fuku let out a dramatic gasp, flames turning a light shade of lime in a blush as she bolted out the fire exit.

(Y/n) watched with a fond smile on his bony muzzle, his eye lights sparking with a gentle gleam.

Grillby pat (Y/n)s skull, causing the Beta to let out a loud rumbling purr at the affection given to him by his ALPHA.

He was happy with his pack. Grillby was his alpha, his best friend and teacher. Fuku was the OMEGA, his 'niece' and loved one.

"Sooo- ByBy, can I get some ranch?" (Y/n) questioned his alpha, a mischievous grin on his face.

Grillby turned his gaze to (Y/n), glasses glinting with annoyance as his flames crackled louder. "No."

(Y/n) did nothing short of pout, as much as a skelebeast could anyways. The whine that built up in his throat was pretty pathetic. "ByByyy, why not?"

Grillby's flames deepened in color, his flames growing hotter. The skelebeast beside him began to sweat nervously from the glare he was getting from his alpha.

Normally glares didn't affect him, even when he was a normie meatsack. But seeing as Grillby could be just as terrifying as he was hot, he couldn't just not be affected by the bartenders glare.

Even if he's only been his alpha for a year, it was still overwhelming to be part of a pack. His instincts constantly ran on high to make up for his constant confusion.

He still didn't know a lot about monster culture, only knowing certain things instinctively. Things like; how to make a nest, how to court someone, who's alpha who's not, how to hunt and patrol, how to care for an omega, and to not pull out someone's soul.

The rest he would have to be taught, or let his instincts tell him more. And speaking of nests, they were fun to sleep in. Warm, cozy, soft, and smelt like him. His nest felt safe, safer than he ever felt.

Grillby let out a growl as (Y/n) started to faze out. Startling the male out of his thoughts. (Y/n) glanced at Grillby and tilted his skull.

"We open in 15, get the stove and fire magic ready."

"Only if I can get some ranch," (Y/n) winked.