Blade knew she wasn't like her brothers. They were all rowdy kids, don't get her wrong, but she just KNEW she didn't fit it. Royal and Muave looked and acted different. They were more like pop and dad then she was.. Both brothers had dad's sharp, toothy smile and aggressive attitude, while they also had pop's protective instinct and relaxed stance. Blade, had no sharp smile, nor was she laid back. She was always ready, she didn't know what for, but her guard was always up. She wasn't so aggressive as she was just rash and quick to act if she was 'under attack' going for weakpoints she usually knew about. Royal was the oldest at 15. He had a blue eyelight and a red one. His magic depended on which arm he used, left controlled his soul magic, right controlled bones, both made blasters. He wore a red t shirt, blue jacket, black shorts, and mismatched red and blue slippers. Muave was 13 with purple magic and eyelights. He wore a purple turtleneck sweater, a black jacket with blue fluff, red shorts, and blue sneakers. Then there was Blade herself. She was 11 with an empty left socket with a blue AND red right socket, both leaked some substance she didn't know what to call it. She wore a black t shirt, blue jacket with a black hood, white shorts, and red shoes.

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The family did their best to help Blade fit in and for that she was greatful. The boys always played with and protected her. Classic and Red never treated her differently. Papyrus had long since stopped questioning multiverse crap and welcomed his new niece with open arms, as did everyone else in Undertale. Sometimes she was stared at anyway. Most of the time it was because of the black ooze. But sometimes... she wasn't sure why. "pops, why does black stuff come out of my eyes?" She asked Classic one day. He paused, contemplating the answer. It's not like they were hiding the fact that she was adopted, no. They were waiting for her to ask. What they were trying to hide, however was who her parents were. She didn't need to think she was born bad for her parents being murderers. That was what they were trying to save her from. "you were just born that way is all." Classic responded finally. For the time being, that was the answer she would accept.

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The first time she picked up a knife was an experience. Royal was trying to help Uncle Papyrus cook and was slicing tomatoes. Muave was trying to annoy Royal as little siblings tend to do while Blade was reading Classic's Quantum Physics book. It was quite fascinating really, knowing that one could study matter and energy to such a degree, she could see why dad and pops were intrigued about this sort of stuff. There was a clatter and Blade sighed, teleporting to the kitchen because laziness was a real problem. Royal and Muave were going at each other with Uncle Papyrus trying to separate them. "woah!" Blade reacted quick, Papyrus having lost his footing in trying to pull apart the boys, would was about to land on the knife, but she'd gotten it first and in her annoyance and anger that they'd potentially put their Uncle in danger, she threw the knife, the sharp object spinning past their heads and sticking into the wall. They froze, looking from the knife to her. Her sockets narrowed and she crossed her arms. "are you ok uncle pap?"
"I WILL BE FINE- WHERE DID YOU LEARN TO THROW KNIVES?" She shrugged. "i just knew i guess.." She knew she was different.