Since that time, the four have been meeting in Killertale ever since when one of them was in rut, or in Classic's case as the submissive, heat. Pregnancy wasn't possible if both soul mates weren't in agreement. The submissive could close their soul to the dominant(s) magic until ready for a family. So getting together like this monthly wasn't a big problem for them except for confusion of family and friends on Classic and Horror's side. Horror would always use the "'m goin hunting excuse." Sans liked to switch it up between, "i'm going to waterfall, i'm going to work (for once), and i'm going to grillby's (of course)." In the end, they realized they would never know where Horror and Classic went. With their 'shortcuts', tracking their whereabouts were nearly impossible to do. Of course, not all get togethers revolved around mating. More times than not it was actually getting to know each other as partners than the actual mating. They learned of each others likes and dislikes, hobbies, fears, etc. One thing they had not discussed was how they got their names and why. Classic figured he knew why for Killer and Dust, he'd also known why Horror already, but none of the three realized that he was Classic because he was the original. It was about time they learned.

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As Classic entered Killer's house, Dust pinned him to the wall. He was always more rough in terms of interacting with Classic, though he actually liked it. He shivered as Dust trailed kisses along his vertebrae and jaw. "good morning, hunk~" Dust purred, knowing exactly how Classic always reacted. He was doing it now, blushing luminescent blue while trying to hide in his hoodie. Dust chuckled and let go. Killer, on the other hand, was much gentler in his affection towards Classic, wrapping his arms quietly around Classic's waist. "welcome back home, baby." He pressed a kiss to Classic's temple. Horror's greeting depended on his mood. Sometimes he went 'full dog mode' lunging on Classic and laying on him for the rest of the day, or he would squeeze Classic in a hug, kiss him and he done. Sometimes, if it was a particularly bad day, Classic had to find him because Horror thought of himself as dangerous. Today was a free hug and kiss. "i've got a question for ya." Classic quirked a brow. "and i got an answer." The three dominant males shared curious looks. "why classic?"

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Classic blinked. "i, uh, would've thought that would be obvious." Killer jumped onto his couch and gestured for Classic to join him. "ok, say that it's not so obvious to us?" Classic did, leaning onto Killer's shoulder. "i mean, you can't be the original, right? from undertale? we couldn't be so lucky.." Dust joined them on the couch and kidnapped Classic's head, putting it in his lap. Killer sighed and put Classic's feet in his lap. "actually, i am the original." They both looked at him while Horror flopped onto Classic's chest, making him heave out an 'oof'. "you're kidding."
"i'm really not." Classic wheezed. "holy crap... i'm mated to the original.." Killer muttered. Horror hummed, nuzzling into Classic's chest. He didn't seem phased at all with the news. Something Classic was somewhat relieved with. Horror was a skeleton who either didn't care or wasn't listening. Most of the time it was the former. "that's so hot." Dust leaned over to kiss Classic some more. "you're very touchy feely today." Classic said between kisses. "yeah? whatcha gonna do about it?"
"absolutely nothing."