A Miscalculation In Space

Disclaimer: Undertale belongs to TobyFox and any AU's, characters and otherwise mentioned movies, shows and games in this fic belong to their respective owners unless stated otherwise.

Warnings:
-OOC
-Miscal's questionable morals
-Quick mention of some of his trauma? (like, a line or two)

A/N:
This is more of a filler than anything else honestly, just a look into Miscal's thoughts and why he'll do some of the things that happen later on in the story. Basically a setup, I guess?
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Miscal is cleared far faster than any of the doctor's expected. Injuries that should have taken months to heal even with the help of physical therapy nearly all fade away to scars in barely a week. No one really recognized him the first day he was here and so, he could walk around freely. However, after the first day, he was firmly confined to his bed.

His assigned doctor was shocked to hear that he had walked around normally and even stomached eating a sandwich. Miscal is pretty confused, as even Nightmare’s gang, while not as fast as healing as him, could heal from injuries like this in a month give or take a few days.

(Miscal also forgot that this world does not have healing magic.)

The doctors wanted to keep him longer but had to reluctantly clear him when they found no reason to. His injuries are down to pretty much just scratches and he requires no physical therapy, moving around easily.

Miscal, for one, was happy to leave the dreadful space. The only reason he stayed is because he still has to pay back Dream and would admittedly feel guilty if he left without a word.
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“Heyyyyyyyy, Miscal. Dinosaurs or robots? I feel like you're a WALL-E type of guy but Dream thinks you'd like the good dinosaur more. Don't tell him this, but I think he's just being petty cause I accidentally ruined his favourite shirt. It's not my fault he left it near me while I was painting!”

“Ink, the shirt was there before you started painting.”

Ink sticks his tongue out at Dream from where he's getting a piggyback ride on Miscal’s back. “That's irrelevant.” Dream only huffs and shakes his head, going back to talking to the secretary about paperwork and hospital bills.

Miscal, while used to contact with Ink, is honestly surprised that his glitching is being kept to a minimum as the overgrown child continues to excitedly blab to him about dinosaurs and robots, explaining the plot of the mentioned movies in snippets along with some other ones.

He’d been cleared to leave an hour ago, given new clothes, a plain white t-shirt, red sweater, and some black sweatpants, as his old ones were unfortunately ruined beyond repair. He's a bit sad, but it's not like he had kept any of his favourite clothes on his being. He mostly kept them in the anti-void or his inventory out of fear of accidentally ruining them.

Even now, he knows he can open his inventory and be greeted by a scarf gifted to him by Love and a pair of misshapen mittens made by Dust.

He's only half listening to Ink’s rambling, giving an occasional hum to show he hasn't spaced out yet, when Dream finishes up dealing with everything. Dream turns towards the door leading outside immediately, steps hurried. Miscal easily keeps up, although a bit confused.

“Sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry. I actually have some work to do today, there's a pep rally at school happening soon-”

Ah. That would explain it. Dream explained sometime in his third visit that he and Ink work at a school, which confused Miscal since he didn't think teachers made enough to help random strangers financially this much but then Ink dramatically whispered to him about how Dream and his brother inherited a huge amount of money from their mother.