#papyrus and his crosswords

[sociopathicartist]

Sans x Reader (BREAKFAST COMBO)(oneshot)

‘BreakfastCombo’

“so… how did the two of you meet anyways?” Fell asked, folding and unfolding the napkin he grabbed with his breakfast.

You were at a hotel (yes, all 7 of you, including you) in Colorado, staying there for the day until you drove down to the ski lodge tomorrow morning. Originally the plan was to leave today, but it started snowing. Snowing bad.

“Sans and I?” You questioned, not sure what he was referring to. There were 6 other skeletons.

He nodded, looking back to see his brother trying to make a plate of food with the hardly salvageable hotel breakfast buffet. “who else? m’ curious. he’s talked about you since the first day we showed up here.”

Hm. You sighed, staring down at the wooden table. God, how did you meet Sans? That was a long story that happened a really long time ago.

“Uhhh, I could tell you. Whydda ask?”

“m’ just wondering. s’ not like any of us had a human best friend like you at home. s’ weird seeing him like this.” He poked at the dry biscuit with his fork, a small snarl on his teeth.

Huh. No you in their AU’s? Interesting.

You tapped your fingers on the desk, thinking back to when you two did meet. Stars, it feels like forever ago.

“Technically,” You started. “I met Papyrus first. I was at Muffet’s and he saw me struggling with the morning crossword. He helped me finish it, promptly suggesting afterward that I try Junior Jumble instead. We just kinda became friends that morning and kept in close contact. I knew Papyrus for at least four months before I ever met Sans. It’s odd.”

“hm? whyssit odd?” Fell slurred his words together like usual, a bad habit of his.

“Well, you know.” You took a bite of your toast, swallowing down the hardly edible substance. “Everyone always meets Sans first. Before Papyrus trained with Undyne, Sans worked for her at the sentry station. Before Alphys met Papyrus, Sans ran into her in hotland and they’d watch anime together sometimes. Before Papyrus met Toriel, Sans would tell her jokes through the door. Everyone always met Sans first, but I didn’t. I didn’t even know the guy existed for a hot minute.”

“THIS FOOD IS DISGRACEFUL.” Edge suddenly appeared next to the two of you, startling you a bit. His arms were folded angrily. “I WILL GO GATHER BLUE AND DISCUSS ABOUT A POSSIBLE SHORT DRIVE TO A DINER SOMEWHERE.”

“Isn’t the whole point of staying at the hotel today because we can’t drive in the snow?” 7 people in one car during a snowstorm was a tad bit wild, especially just for some food.

“THE LODGING IS A 3 HOUR DRIVE. RESTAURANTS ARE CLOSER BY. I’M SURE THIS IS NOT HOW YOU WANT TO EAT THE ENTIRE DAY.”

Fell shrugged, not seeming to care about the whole ordeal. “room service food is way nummier. could jus’ order that, idk.”

Edge scoffed at his brother. “NEVER SAY ‘I.D.K.’ OUTLOUD EVER AGAIN.” He walked away, presumably to go grab Blue who was oddly still asleep.

“Anyways. We met for the first time when Papyrus invited me over for his birthday. I had already met Undyne and Alphys before, so there weren’t too many faces at his party that I didn’t recognize. I suppose Papyrus had talked about me to Sans before because I didn’t introduce myself and he just kinda… Stared at me the whole time.”

“that’s weird. prolly thought you were smokin’ hot and got nervous.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Again, anyways. I figured I’d break the ice, so when Paps was opening gifts I sat by Sans and cracked a birthday joke and his whole face just lit up. I knew that the guy loved jokes, but I didn’t expect him to crack one-liners and puns at me for the rest of the night.”

You trailed off in your words, the memory playing vividly in your head. After the party you had gone home and decided to scroll through some photos you’d taken earlier, deleting many that Undyne and Alphys spammed on your phone when you had left it unintended. You saved some photos and went to send them to the pair, but saw a new contact added. You clicked on it, seeing the only message being an awful one-liner.

(—-,—-,——) - 9:12 pm - why did the cell phone bring a sweater to the party

(—-,—-,——) - 9:12 pm - it didn’t want to get a cold signal. lol.

(—-,—-,——) - 9:15 pm - it’s cold. stay warm on your way home.

Ah. You must have given Sans your number at some point during the party. Who else would send these horrible puns?

10:05 pm- LMAO. I made it home safe, don’t worry.

You two ended up texting on and off for about an hour before retreating to bed.

A few days later you ended up having a shitty day at work. Unlike your normal tendency to bottle things up, even to your best friend, Papyrus, you wanted to spill your feelings... You called Undyne and Alphys. No answer. Papyrus was busy with Mettaton today, so both those options were out. Toriel answered but said she was at the park with Frisk. You didn't want to impose and passed off your call as a simple check-in. BP would only bring more down since he wasn’t the best at comforting, so you were led to your last option.

You rang the number and heard the pickup tone.

“hey?”

“Hi! Sorry, I’ve just had a long day and wanted to talk.”

You heard a soft sigh before a response. “go on. i’m not busy.”

“you called for how long?” Fell gave a bit of a surprised look to you.

“7 hours! I know. After I told him about my shitty day he ended up telling me about his equally awful one. I don’t know, we just talked.”

Fell stared at you for a moment, the end of his phalange picking at his gold tooth. You raised an eyebrow.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You battered.

“no, no. keep talkin’.”

After the two of you ended the call, you had asked to call the next day.

So you called the day after that.

And the day after that.

And the day after that one.

It took a long time for you to notice how close you and Sans had become. Papyrus was the realization moment for you.

“HUMAN, I MUST SAY THAT YOU ARE HAVING A GREAT INFLUENCE ON SANS.”

You looked up to Papyrus, setting your menu down on the booth table. “What?”

“HE HAS BEEN MORE ACTIVE NOW THAT HE IS TALKING TO YOU SO MUCH. I MUST SAY, I AM VERY HAPPY WITH THIS DEVELOPMENT!”

“Oh, uhm…” You took a sip of your water, the ice-cold temperature giving the roof of your mouth a bit of a cold shock. “Thanks.”

You did feel a bit bad at the fact that you were spending a bit more time with Sans over Papyrus, your best friend, but he was occupied with Mettaton and didn’t mind much. The two brothers still ate up a large portion of your time.

For Sans’ birthday, you chose to knit him a blanket. You had corrected him several times that it was knitting, not crochet, but now you were convinced that the smirk on his face when you corrected him meant he knew the difference and just said crochet to patronize you.

Although he tried to avoid you from coming into his room, mostly because it was messy and unfurnished, you had caught glimpses of it from time to time. A big ringer you noticed was the lack of a proper blanket in his room. While the temperature didn’t bother him much due to the lack of skin, you still didn’t like the idea of him being without a blanket at night.

You had been sneaky with it, casually asking him to go on a shopping spree with you and stopping at the yarn store on your way home. While you picked out your yarn for a separate project, you watched to see which yarns he liked. It was easy to tell, if he liked the color of it he’d pick it up and see if he liked the feeling. If approved, he’d hold onto it for a few moments before putting it back up. You kept note of which ones he liked and went back to the store alone the next day, picking out enough yarn of the two colors he was amused by.

It turned out as a soft blue blanket. The main yarn was a sky blue that was silky and cold to the touch paired with a dark blue crushed velvet that wrapped as a border. It took about two weeks of knitting in all your free time to finish it, completed by being folded nicely and wrapped up in paper.

After the small party you and your friends planned for him, you chose to give him your gift alone.

Well, not alone. You had attached a letter you wrote for him to the gift and placed the blanket on his mattress, knowing he’d see it later. You were correct, receiving a text from him later thanking you for the gift.

He seemed to open up to you a lot more after that.

“Sooooo, the rest is history.” You tossed the paper plate (still full of gross food) into the trash.

“wow. wowwowwowwowwow.” Fell shook his skull. “boring story.”

You scoffed at him, heading into the elevators as he followed beside you. “Yak it up. You asked. What did you expect, hm?”

He shrugged, pressing your floor number once you were in the elevator. “dunno. sounds like you two were going to shack or somethin’.”

“Fell, you perv! Nothing is going on between him and me.”

“yeahhhh, alright sweetheart.”

You scowled at him, breaking separate ways once you were out of the elevator and going to your hotel room.

You were lucky. Being the 7th member of the ‘friend/family’ group meant you were the odd one out, and also the only female. (ignore if you’re gender-neutral) If there was ever a situation like this where you all had to stay in rooms, you always got your own while all the individual brothers shared theirs. You can only imagine the chaos breaking out between Edge and Fell, cooped up in that tiny room together.

Your bed was cold and plush when you laid down on it, all made up by the hotel cleaning service. You stared up at the ceiling, your hands over your stomach. There wasn’t anything going on between you two, right?

Ugh. It was only 8:30 am, so most everyone was still asleep except the malicious duo, that was unless Edge successfully woke up Blue. You couldn’t just go back to sleep either. All the talking and walking around made your sleepiness wear off, so you were just a bit stuck. You grabbed your phone, choosing to mindlessly scroll on Pinterest.

You wouldn’t make a move on Sans since you were almost 100% positive that not only was he not interested in you, but that he wasn’t interested in a relationship at all. Every time you brought up the subject he just got dodgy, so you just chose to bury any feelings you had deep down so that you wouldn’t risk the friendship and be a hopeless romantic over some guy.

But now?

Ugggggh. Your feelings were all in a wad. Fell had successfully just made things complicated. He may be a bit of a punk sometimes, but he wouldn’t say something like that to you if he didn’t think you two were interested in each other. Even though he’s a bit rougher around the edges, he still is a Sans. He has the same morals and motivations similar to Classic, unlike Blue on the other hand. He would be your next best dig at getting into Sans’ thoughts since asking him directly was too risky.

You could ask Papyrus, but Papyrus is loyal to keeping his word. You heavily admired it and used his loyalty as a bit of a role model for yourself, but unfortunately, that meant that going to him for an inside scoop meant you’d have to be tricky with your words. Sure, he wouldn’t let you go in completely blind since you were his best friend. If he knew of your little crush he definitely wouldn’t let you get heartbroken, and would give indirect suggestions that technically don’t break his loyalty.

You chose your next best option.

8:34 - u up?

8:35 - i wanna ask u smthn.

8:39- did u go back to sleep ?

8:41 - evil sans (satan) - what's up

8:42 - do u think he likes me?

8:42 - don’t make fun

8:43 - evil sans (satan) - jfc, you woke me up for this?

8:43 - evil sans (satan) - im going back 2 sleep

8:44 - fell pleeeease:(:(:(

8:45- evil sans (satan) - im not sure. he doesn’t talk about that stuff to me. he does act interested in u though, esp compared to how he acts around everyone else.

Mh. You typed and sent a short thanks to him, feeling pretty satisfied with what new information you’ve learned.

You shut your phone off, sighing and tossing it beside you. If you were back home, you’d go and talk to Toriel about this. She’s always so nice and comforting to talk to. Granted, Alphys and Undyne were also good options, but they had a bit of a hard time keeping a secret in relation to crushes. You’d be teased high to no end. Mettaton would be nice to talk to, you could have a day with facemasks, mani-pedis, and gossip.

But you weren’t home, were you? So… how to pass the time…

The time went by slowly. It wasn’t until about 10 am that Blue and Stretch woke up, begrudging you to hang out with them downstairs in the hotel lounge. Since you already had plans to take a short drive to get food, eating at the hotel wasn’t really on the table. Blue dragged you and Edge to do one of the community puzzles the hotel had while Stretch and Fell lounged in chairs, occupied on their phones.

It didn’t take long for Sans and Papyrus, the iconic duo, to show up in the lobby. The short skeleton stood behind you, ruffling your hair a bit while Papyrus rambled on about why they were up so late.

“HORRIBLE. JUST HORRIBLE. WE HAVE BEEN UP FOR THE PAST HOUR AND I HAVE WASTED 30 MINUTES JUST DRAGGING HIM OUT OF BED!” Papyrus complained, some snickers being heard from Stretch about the situation.

“I’m sorry, Papyrus.” You tried to console him, elbowing Sans in the ribcage for his older brother's havoc. “When we get to the ski lodge tomorrow we’ll have our own room.”

Sans nodded, feigning a hurt expression from your elbow jab. “sorry bro. i really gotta work on my self o-bed-ience.”

Several groans were heard, and Fell waved Sans off. “boring, lazy, sloppy. you’ve been lacking on your puns recently.”

Blue connected another puzzle piece, a small look of pride and victory on his face. “I SUGGEST YOU CHANGE OUT OF YOUR PYJAMAS, LAZY ME. WE ARE GOING OUT TO EAT.”

Papyrus’ attention was caught. “GOING OUT? I THOUGHT IT WAS TOO SNOWY.”

“FOR A 3 HOUR DRIVE, YES.” Edge corrected. “BUT THIS DINER IS ONLY 5 MINUTES AWAY AND SEEMS TO SERVE EDIBLE BREAKFAST OPTIONS.”

“hmmm. who’s gonna drive, again?” Stretch eyed everyone in the group. None of you preferred driving.

Papyrus’ face changed to fear, quickly holding up his hand to his nasal socket. “NOES-GOES!”

The crowd of you went wild, the once tired and calm group now screaming “noes goes” while raising their hand. A few people in the lounge looked over at you, trying to see what was disturbing the peace.

Blue groaned once he realized he yelled out last. “WHY DO I ALWAYS LOSE AT NOES-GOES?! I SWEAR, YOU ASSHOLES ONLY PICK IT BECAUSE IT IS THE ONE GAME I AM BAD AT.”

“sorry, bro.” Stretch showed a half-hearted sympathetic look. “we don’t make the rules.

“Why don’t we put up the puzzle and head out then? There’s nothing wrong with being in your pyjamas. It’s not like we know anyone here.” You gestured to your lazy pyjama outfit, vouching a bit for Sans.

“see? they get it.” Sans commented, looking at you with a lazy grin.

“I SUPPOSE IT’S OKAY… BUT JUST FOR TODAY.”

The drive was chaos.

Somehow just five minutes in the car leads to sibling fights, Blue yelling at everyone to shut up so that he can focus on driving, Sans pestering Papyrus with puns and Fell showing you TikToks on your phone that he found funny. You never got a break from them.

Blue managed to park the car with several harasses from Edge about how “HE NEEDS A CAR SEAT TO EVEN LOOK OUT THE WINDSHIELD PROPERLY.” The snow was still relentless, just occurring to you that Blue was right and you should have not gone out in your pyjamas. While the others didn’t have skin and weren’t temperature-bothered, you were. You kept trying to rush them all into the diner as quickly as possible.

“I RECALL THAT YOU WERE THE ONE WANTING TO STAY IN YOUR PYJAMAS.” Edge teased you, watching as you sat down and tried to conserve your warmth by wrapping your arms around your waist.

You grabbed one of the menus, glaring at him. “I didn’t realize how cold I’d be. Gimmie a break, man.”

You loved him, but he could be a tad annoying sometimes. Quite frankly all of them got on your nerves now and then.

Food items, Food items… Hashbrowns, some ‘Waffle Topple’ special for 9.99. Your stomach grumbled at all the options.

“still cold?” Sans’ familiar voice rang out.

You looked down at him, seeing that he was sitting next to you. Odd, usually Papyrus or Stretch sat by you.

Checking around the table, you saw the chatter amongst the other skeletons. The two of you would be able to talk one one-on-one for a few minutes before any interruptions.

“A bit. It’s not my fault it’s still cold in here.” You scanned over the menu again. “Whatcha gonna get?”

“not sure.” Sans shrugged, tapping his phalanges on the menu. “all of these options are pretty eggstraordinary.”

“Sans.”

“but i think the breakfast combo looks grape.”

You crossed your arms, watching as his amused expression developed. “I’m not doing it. It’s too early.”

“what?” Sans looked over to you. “you got something to hash out with me?”

“10 am. 10.”

“just one? then i’ll quit.” Sans pleaded. “don’t grit your teeth at my puns.”

You groaned in annoyance, hiding your face behind your menu and peeking at him. “Uhmmmm. I’m really tired. I don’t think I can mustard up any good puns.”

Sans stared at you for a few seconds, a bit of a confused and enticed expression. “wow. mustard isn’t even a breakfast food.”

“You didn’t say it had to be.”

“didn’t i? i thought it was obvious with the way my puns were roll-ing.”

“I thought you said you’d quit.”

“i know.” Sans winked, setting his menu back on the table and shrugging off his jacket.

He pulled you in by your shoulders, wrapping his jacket around you to provide a layer of warmth.

You smiled softly, your cheeks heating up a bit since he got so close. Breathe. “Aw. for me? Your musty ketchup jacket?”

Sans brushed you off, his permanent smile twinging upward a bit more. “whaaattt? diddya think i’d give you the cold shoulder?”

You elbowed his arm, pretending to be annoyed despite enjoying his puns. It was a bit impressive how witty he was. You wrapped the jacket around you a bit tighter, not seeing the way Sans was busy staring at you.

“Whatcha gonna order, Papyrus?” Your voice rang soft to him.

Papyrus looked up to you, beginning to ramble about all the options they had, Blue occasionally piping in to debate on which one was best. You glanced over to Sans while listening to them babble, catching a glance of him before he quickly looked away.

You’d tell him soon, one day.

first one shot upload:3 idk if i should make it a two part or not? thanks for reading <3

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[popatochisssp]

IM IN LOVE WITH ALL THE NEW BOYSS!!!! I was wondering what hobbies they would have? Would any of them skate? What about make art? Play piano, perhaps?

Quick sidebar, it would probably be easier to ask who can’t skate than who can—at least regarding ice skating—because the majority of the skeletons lived/grew up in Snowdin and had plenty of time to practice their ‘don’t pratfall on the ice’ skills, so they’d (almost) all be at least passingly competent at ice skating, and then whatever learning curve is involved with slightly transferable skills to not-ice skating.

That said!

…You know, I realized I never did an accounting of all this, even with the first two waves of boys, so…

This is by no means a complete list of everything the boys might enjoy doing—despite the fact that this is huge and completely got away from me, oh my god seriously do not open the readmore on your dash—but!

Sans (Undertale):

He’s a goofy guy, so it’s probably no surprise that he’s into comedy. He’s a lover of puns and pranks and jokes in general, just…maybe not as casually as he makes it look. He does a little stand-up now and then, open mic nights mostly nowadays, but he’s played to larger audiences before at the MTT resort. He’s also got a pretty sizeable collection of comedic paraphernalia—rubber chickens, whoopie cushion, snapping gum, you name it—just on the off chance he might get to use it in a prime moment. He spends a lot of his free time reading joke books, watching other pros perform, and even, on occasion, don’t tell anyone, but… studying the science of humor, what people seem to find funny, how, and why. He doesn’t like to let on, because he thinks it makes him seems a little less cool and funny if you know he goes out of his way to research this stuff sometimes instead of just vibing on improv, but he genuinely finds the subject fascinating and likes to read about it. Alas, he’s a nerd…

And as such, he’s also very into physics. Quantum physics as food for thought in his downtime when he just wants to chew on some conceptually heavy stuff, but classical and practical physics make for some great experiments and demos, especially as party tricks or ‘hey, you wanna see something cool?’s for interested onlookers and he’s so all about that. Want to try an egg drop from the roof with popsicle sticks and straws? He’s got tape and a fresh carton right here. Maybe make a magnet out of a battery? Sure, there’s wire and nails around here somewhere… Or maybe you want to bet him he can’t hold up a water bottle with nothing but a string and three matches? C’mon, 10G—no, 20G. But really, he’ll take any excuse to do a cool demo of stuff he knows.

As for stuff that doesn’t demo quite as well… It was a little less apparent Underground, but there was a reason he had that telescope of his and it wasn’t just because he liked pranking people with paint on the eye-piece. He did love doing that, of course, but he also genuinely loves stars and space, learning about it and looking at it now that he actually has the opportunity to—he’s got his telescope to use on clear nights, a yearly pass for the local planetarium, and you better believe he’s subscribed to NASA’s newsletters for regular updates on the goings on out there. He tries to play it cool, but stars and black holes and nebulae are cooler, it’s hard not to get invested in everything to do with them…

Papyrus (Undertale):

Of course, he’s the master of puzzles, and not just your basic jigsaw! …Well, maybe sometimes a jigsaw, he’s not morally opposed to them but really, he needs a challenge for his intellect! He doesn’t mind a word puzzle here and there—as long as it’s not a crossword—but physical puzzles are his favorites, anything to employ his spatial reasoning and impressively fine motor skills. Rubik’s cubes are fun, linked wires, interlocking blocks, really anything in three dimensions that he can fiddle with and manipulate until it surrenders to his incredible greatness. He’s very proud of his solving ability and definitely brags about it, but he’s not just blowing hot air. He really does have a great knack for observing disparate pieces and fitting them together conceptually to see what they can be before ever starting to physically assemble them and the joy of bragging aside, he loves getting to exercise that particular mind-muscle and show his smarts.

In a similar vein, he’s also a big fan of model-making. Planes, trains, automobiles and the like, and no small amount of action figures, he likes to build them up piece by piece with his own two hands. It’s fine to populate his theoretical battle scenarios with gifts from brothers and Santas, or stuff he found at the Dump, but it’s definitely his preference to start with a kit and put it all together himself, watching it gradually take shape with his diligent effort. Maybe he’ll go off-book from time to time, a little bit, but customizing things to his own unique specifications just seems the thing to do when he’s already doing the rest of the making. All the gluing and cutting and painting and lacquering by hand… it’s the art of creation—and what nobler pursuit is there than that?

Well, there may be one other thing. As a truly renaissance man, he’s naturally well-rounded in his interests, intelligent and creative and yes, physically fit too! For him, there’s no better way to stay in shape than by playing sports, most any kind! Basketball, soccer, hockey, tennis, he’ll play any sport, just explain the rules and give him the ball—or don’t, depending on the objective and rules of the specific game in question as you’ve described it. The desirability of the sportsball does seem to vary quite a bit, so he’ll need to determine whether he wants to obtain or get rid of the ball, puck, shuttlecock, whatev—no, that’s the accurate term, it is not! Whatever you’re thinking! Stars, be mature… But! He likes games and being active and having friends, all of which are part and parcel of engaging in sports, so he’s really always up for a game.

Sky (Underswap Sans):

He likes to bake! He’s not a professional and in fact, he finds it to be quite challenging at times—there’s way more restrictions than cooking on how much to add of this, making sure to do that before the other thing but after this step, the oven has to be at exactly the right temperature… There’s a lot of steps and rules, but that’s kind of what he likes about it. He likes trying to see if he can make a thing, and then if he can, what tweaks he can make to flavors and textures without compromising the end result. He’s not always successful—he’s definitely ended up with sopping wet cakes, burnt pie crusts, overly salty muffins—but frankly, the experimenting to get it right is all part of the fun! He tends to make more tasty treats than he does failures and he’s happy to share those around with friends and family anytime. Baking may be an exacting mistress, but he loves to tango with her all the same!

Speaking of which…well, he may not know the tango specifically but he does love to dance! He’s got a lot of energy and a solid sense of rhythm, and that combo tends to result in at least a little shimmy of a two-step when there’s a good beat going on—and all bets are off entirely if there happens to be a dance floor and a favorite song playing. He likes dancing with a partner, or in a group, but he’ll dance all by himself if he’s feeling the mood, like nobody’s watching…or rather, like everyone’s watching and he wants to impress and lure out a little company to join him. He even has a tendency to put on music and dance in place a bit when he’s doing otherwise boring chores around the house, like dishes or vacuuming, and while he doesn’t mind doing his dancing solo then too, he’s always delighted to find someone who’s willing to dance along.

He wouldn’t turn down some company for a bit of outdoor exploration, either. A hiking trail maybe? Or some rock climbing? A nature trail or just a walk in the park wouldn’t go awry either if something a little less strenuous is required! He does like the exercise but it’s mostly the nature and all things green that he wants to see and be out in—trees and flowers and even grass. His house would probably be packed with greenery if he…hadn’t…killed every single plant he ever tried to keep…but! Since he does indeed have a deadly black thumb, he likes to visit the plants, in their natural habitat where he has no control over whether they live or die (so they’ll probably continue to live).

Paps (Underswap Papyrus):

It’s no secret that he’s a bookworm. He loves literature and always has—his brother will tell you he was reading before he was even talking, and as embarrassing as it is every time he brings it up, it’s not untrue. He reads voraciously, with a preference for fantasy, romance, and poetry, but he’ll read pretty much any book he can get his hands on. It’s probably no surprise that he’s been inspired to do a little writing of his own, over the years. He’s pretty private about his own work (especially the poetry, oh god, he’d dust on the spot if someone saw his poetry) but he still loves to talk about the written word and techniques used in its conveyance and form, and the struggles writers face in trying to communicate the ideas they have stuck in their heads. He’s great for reading recommendations if he knows the kind of things someone likes, but his go-to recs will always be his personal favorites.

Pride and Prejudice is one such favorite. He’s seen all the film adaptations and miniseries, and branched out from there, first into stuff inspired by similar works, then originals, and then…okay, he’s maybe a little bit addicted to period pieces in general now. Whenever a new one comes out, anything about regency or royals or the nobility in a dramatic setting, he pretty much has to watch it, more only a question of ‘when’ and not ‘if’ he’ll be checking it out. Naturally, he’s happiest when it’s coming out on a scheduled basis, because if an entire season drops all at once he’s going to sit there and binge it and it’s much harder to deny he has an addiction when he just pulled an all-nighter about it. He can’t help himself, he has to see if the socially mismatched couple can make it work and be wed in the end, love winning out over silly class divides…

When he’s not actively obsessed with either of those things, though, he dabbles a bit in calligraphy. He’d probably hesitate to call it a hobby, he does have a couple of those fancy pens and some nice paper and ink to use them with, and he’s decent at it, but definitely needs to practice more to be able to do the really fancy flourishes without blotting the ink or scratching the page. He can certainly do some simple, clean lettering if needed! Like…if you want a poster or a sign to look neat and professional, or…maybe you want the ‘To Do’ list on the fridge to have a fancy header or something? (His end-goal is to be able to do his own drop-caps and an elaborate cursive title for the cover of his book, someday, maybe, who knows…)

Jasper (Underfell Sans):

He likes working with his hands, making things and having something to show for his time and effort. (Knitting? No, that’s, that’s not a hobby, that was a necessity, just for special occasions now, he’s not…naw, c’mon…) He’s something of a car guy. He likes engines and wheels and pistons and how they all work together to make something that goes fast, and he likes understanding how all the pieces fit together and how to fix them if something breaks. It’s something he practiced Underground with busted old engines and bikes that fell down, and a career he pursued on the Surface, but even in his free time he likes tuning up his car, his bro’s car, restoring glory to a classic bike he got at a steal of a price and she’s gonna purr like a kitten when he’s done—he’s just…happy, with his hands buried in an engine and grease all over his face.

And speaking of grease on his face, he’s pretty passionate about food, too. Not so much the cooking of it, though he’s not too shabby in the kitchen when he puts the effort in, but more the eating of it and appreciating the flavors and textures. He’s got a lot of strong opinions on how done a steak oughta be (medium-rare), what belongs on pizza (anything but candy), and how to eat chips with your sandwich (in it, for that extra crunch of texture). ‘Gourmet’ sounds a little too snobby for his tastes, food doesn’t have to be expensive to be good and in fact, it usually isn’t—some of his best meals have been from holes in the wall—but he does like going out to such places to eat and socialize, maybe have a chat and give his compliments to the chef (and definitely not try to wheedle any recipes), that sorta thing.

But after all that, when he really wants to wind down, there’s nothing he likes better than a bit of gaming. He’s not much for multiplayer, he prefers doing his own thing at his own pace, but he likes having some kind of objective and making it happen. It gives a nice sense of accomplishment that he can get while sitting down—which is great. He tends mostly towards puzzle/adventure type games more than pure battle scenarios and beat-‘em-ups, he feels like there should be some strategy and skill involved, or the satisfaction of the win just doesn’t come through as strong. (Protip: do not watch this man defeat a Dark Souls boss if you are easily stressed out. He taunts between strikes and dodges at the very last second because he’s got the timing down to a science. Maybe try Pokemon or Zelda instead…)

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus):

His first great love is and likely always shall be the theater. He didn’t have too many opportunities Underground to go see live stage plays, but he’s long since broken the spine of the collected works of Shakespeare that got him started and memorized its contents, water-stained cover to water-stained cover. He can recite any of the Bard’s work by act and scene number, of which he is incredibly proud, but he’s at least passing familiar with a handful of other manuscripts or popular stage-to-film adaptations mass produced enough to have a chance of ending up in the Dump in decent condition. On the Surface, he definitely wants to see some things live and gets only a reasonable amount of excited about specific productions’ quirks and narrative choices. Joining in on local theater himself? Well…he’s very busy these days… (Maybe after retirement?)

Another passion of his pulled from the depths of the Dump is his guitar—a bass so sturdy and lucky that it made it all the way down without breaking a string. He thought it was cool as soon as he saw it and really wanted to have it and learn how to play. It’s been an uphill struggle since he’s entirely self-taught with regards to his equipment settings, guitar maintenance, and even reading music notes, but the few sparse instruction manuals he’s managed to find were helpful. His own stubborn determination to figure it out and be the kind of cool guy who knows how to play bass has taken him a long way, and he’s starting to make some deep, pleasant sounds that he’s very happy about… But he’s still nowhere near ready to play for anyone, he couldn’t possibly, not until he’s good at it!

And when he’s having a bad time at that, or anything else is ticking him off and there’s no better outlet to blow off steam, he knows he can always fall back on a good work-out. Even in a Kill or Be Killed sort of place, it’s not always a good idea to go picking fights and yelling and cussing and beating the stuffing out of other people—so whenever he feels like doing that, he’s in the habit of beating the stuffing out of a punching bag instead, or lifting weights, or doing one-handed push-ups, something strenuous. He may not be a machine made of meat that releases good-feeling chemicals after a successful exertion, like humans are, but he still feels great after getting to work out and clear his mind of everything but what his body’s doing so he likes to keep up a regular routine. You don’t want to see him after he’s missed a few work-outs, he gets very testy.

Mal (Swapfell Sans):

Pretty much from the moment he came into existence, he’s loved math. Call him a nerd all you like, but numbers are his happy place, where everything is straightforward and exactly what it’s supposed to be and if he doesn’t understand something, he’s probably only missing a variable and when he finds it, everything will make sense again. He has apps and workbooks around with equations for him to solve in his downtime like some kind of freak, but lacking those he’ll sometimes just make up his own math problems and try to solve them in his head—how long will it take for the water cooler to be empty if the tap is dripping at a regular interval of one drop every forty-seven seconds, should no one notice and intervene to repair it? The drum holds up to five gallons, but has already been emptied by approximately—

Okay, that’s enough math. He’s also into whittling, though he’s miles less confident about his ability. He’s not terrible, really, just very self-critical so he tends not to show off the things he makes, but he likes having something to occupy his hands while most of his attention is elsewhere, with the added bonus of having a knife in one of said hands should someone surprise him—self-defense is important, you know! In any case, he’s not as good of an artist as his brother, or even as good as he’d like to be, but it’s something to do and he can only improve with practice. Someday, with the proper equipment, he might even get into full-on woodworking, with chairs and tables and cabinetry and such that are far more straightforward to make than fiddly little figurines, but for now he just has a whittling knife and wood and too much stubbornness to quit at anything once he’s started.

As for something a little (debatably) higher-brow, he also has an interest in wine. He’s no sommelier, of course, but he’s run in fancy (royal) circles for long enough to have tried his fair share of fermented fruit juices. There are some he likes (dry reds), some he doesn’t (sweet whites), and plenty in between—but the topic makes for excellent conversation at lots of dinner parties and formal occasions, so he felt it helpful to learn a few things here and there so he knows (or can pass as knowing) what he’s talking about. On the Surface, he actually gets to take a wine tasting class and put a formal polish on his book-learning and first-hand experience, and makes a point of trying new brands that catch his attention. (He’ll never admit it aloud, but he’s far more swayed by a cool label or an interesting bottle shape than a high price tag—even cheap wine tastes just fine if you aerate it!)

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus):

He’s an artist, first and foremost. His most frequent medium is pen and paper—it’s what he started with and what he’s practiced the most—but it’s never really occurred to him to limit himself to only one thing so he’s tried out a lot of different techniques and utensils and can use most of them effectively. He’s not formally taught, seen some pictures and read some textbook entries of famous pieces and art movements, but everything he’s learned he learned by screwing around with it until he figured out how to make it look like he wanted and in the process, he’s built up a pretty strong base of skills. Mostly, he likes to draw (or sketch or paint) things he’s seen, recreating memories like a photo without a camera, but sometimes he goes on more abstract style experiments, trying to express a vibe or a feeling more than a moment. He finds it meditative, grounding more than anything else he’s tried to relax and it makes him happy to have a creative outlet.

As far as other ways to relax and have fun, something that’s really blossomed on the Surface for him is his interest in fidget toys. Not too many made it Underground for him to enjoy then, just a lonely broken palm-tangle and about a hundred Rubik’s cubes in various states of disrepair—sadly he got so good at solving the cubes that he doesn’t even consider them puzzles, just color-block-pattern simulators—but the Surface! There’s so many stim and fidget toys for him to get his hands on, and so many Ultimate Super Satisfying Compilation vids online to show him new ones. Poppers, spinners, chewelry, clickers…some hit better than others but he likes trying things out, playing with toys that are brightly colored, or feel cool, or make a nice sound. He keeps his favorites and sells or donates the rest, gotta make sure to leave room somewhere if he wants to get a new one.

He also makes a point of walking to the stores and donation centers and post offices at which he exchanges these items because—at the risk of making him sound like a dog—he loves going on walks! He was a shut-in for awhile, afraid of strangers outside, and to an extent he still is (social anxiety), but the Surface has different rules and for a lot of reasons, it feels safer for him to be out and about now, and he likes taking advantage of that. Fresh air and sun and slow, easy movement without having to look over his shoulder, free attention to spare to his surroundings and the chance to stop somewhere and check out a new place… He really likes it and tries to make time to go on a walk at least once every couple of days, destination entirely optional.

Slate (Horrortale Sans):

He’s a rock guy, and he’s not talking about the music genre—just rocks, or crystals, the kind you find in and on the ground. He likes the pun potential (ask any geologist, there’s a million) but also it’s just something fun and low-stakes to do, to collect and find and examine stones and crystals whenever he happens to come across them. A lot of his facts and knowledge base predate the head injury, too, so it’s something he tends to know a good amount about and can have a high-level conversation about at length, of which he’s very proud. Plus, having a bunch of rocks around doubles as both home décor and paperweights, so you gotta admire the versatility of it. He's always on the lookout for new stones to add to his collection, or to talk about and pebble—I mean, gift to his friends and family.

He’s an animal lover as well, which is…not much of a transition from the previous paragraph. He had a pet rock once, does that bridge the gap? Not really. Ah well. The point is, he likes critters, usually ones smaller than him but that’s not hard since he’s a pretty big guy. His past and the things he’s done don’t matter to animals, all they care about is whether he’s an immediate threat (he isn’t) and if he has food to give them (likely), and not having to worry about that is a heavy weight off his mind. He can be totally relaxed around animals so he likes spending time around them whenever he gets the chance—fur and fluff is a plus but he’s got nothing against scales and feathers, creatures come as you are and he’ll get you some water and a treat and maybe a scritch.

But if he must be around humans, or other sentient beings (he must, he’s not built for social isolation), then magic is the ace he keeps up his sleeve. Not the real stuff, of course… Though he’ll naturally be happy to show an interested onlooker a bullet or two, real magic is something any monster can do, even if they were literally born yesterday. He likes fake magic, sleight of hand tricks and misdirection—disappearing and reappearing coins, spoon bending, levitating cards—y’know, the cheap gimmicky shit. It’s fun to learn and easy to practice, works very well with a lot of skills he already had. It also has the additional plus of being disarming for anyone who might be a little…intimidated by him, his size and spooky appearance, especially if he can’t get a joke out quick enough to show he’s harmless, so he likes picking up new tricks when he can and showing them off when he’s got ‘em right.

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus):

He loves to cook! He’s gotten a lot better at it since the old days, trying to learn from Undyne’s lessons and it’s become a genuine passion for him to hone his skills in the kitchen and then (hopefully) show off to guests and friends and family who come over to share a meal. He considers it something of a puzzle in its own right—how to use these ingredients to get the most nutritional value with as little wasted as possible. He’s figured out a lot of ways to repurpose bits that usually get thrown out and in some cases, even make more tasty meals with the castoff pieces (his veggie-peel soup stock is to die for…not literally, but it’s very good)! His favorite part is naturally when people eat what he makes and shower him in compliments, but a close second is knowing that he’s fed his loved ones and they won’t ever leave his home hungry.

Since he does so much in the kitchen and, for the first time in a long time, he has an unfrozen yard for two or three quarters of a year and easy access to seeds, he’s also taken up gardening. Mostly, he grows his own vegetables and herbs but he has the space and the inclination so there’s plenty of colorful flowers in the mix too. He’s very attentive to his crops and flowerbeds and does everything his plants need to flourish and bloom. He delights in praise for his good work and the gratitude when he has a big enough harvest to share with friends and neighbors, or maybe to donate to the local food bank if they’re willing to take it. His garden is his pride and joy and no dirt or weather or pests will stop him from maintaining it!

Now he does have one hobby that’s just for his own enjoyment, not even peripherally related to others, and it’s pure unadulterated guilty pleasure: he adores watching soap operas. The more theatrical and contrived, the better, he can’t help but get sucked into the cheesy drama of it all. He started with just one hospital show and kept watching to tut and shake his head over inaccuracies, and then there was another show on after it that had a wild opening hook, and then…and then… Alas, he found the telenovelas. His enjoyment of them is only somewhat hampered by his inability to understand Spanish, but you’d be surprised how much you can glean from context clues and some things transcend language—it’s too late for him now, he’s recording every episode that airs during the day to watch later, he must know if Gloria’s twin sister will run away with her amnesiac fiancé!

Ash (Undergloom Sans):

Music’s the big one for him. He’s very low-energy and when you’re both depressed and physically fragile, it’s not always possible to go out to where other people are, even when you want to—but music can come to you, no matter how bad you’re feeling, and for that it’s become a huge pillar in his life. His favorite genre is classical (can’t get more classic than The Classics), but he’ll listen to most things, though he’ll always want a physical copy of it to keep if he likes it. CDs, tapes, even vinyl records, digital file only just doesn’t cut it for him. He plays his own music too, rarely with sheet music and mostly just riffing whatever feels right at the time. His trusty trombone is more than just a vehicle for incidental music, it’s like a pal that’s always been there for him even if he didn’t have the energy for it sometimes, and he makes sure to keep it in prime condition.

On his better days—of which he’s been having a lot more since reaching the Surface—he very much loves to be around people and one of his favorite things to get to do with those people is play games, board games to be specific. Monopoly might get a little too violent for his tastes, but stuff like Scrabble, Sorry!, Jenga, all up his alley. It takes a mix of skill and luck to win, which keeps things interesting, and barring a snack break or a celebratory dance of some kind, can be enjoyed entirely sedentarily, which is excellent. He probably shouldn’t be allowed to play cards (he counts them), and his brother swears he weighs dice (he doesn’t), but everything else is fair game and he likes having something he can shine at while also getting to hang out with friends.

But when he’s at home, or he can’t find a group to hang with, he spends a good amount of time cloud-gazing. Not star-gazing, though the sky and the stars are beautiful of course, but his interest is in the atmosphere, on the weather. There weren’t too many weather conditions to be found Underground—snow and rain and hot, basically—and the descriptions he’d heard and read of the kind of stuff that happened on the Surface had always captured his imagination. Clouds, storm cells, fog? It was interesting, and he read about a lot of atmospheric conditions without ever really expecting to see any for himself… but he’s actually up here now. And here, he’s the type of guy who owns a barometer, watches live Doppler radar feeds with rapt interest, and can tell you if it’s going to rain without even checking the weather app, just by taking a look up. His interest in meteorology actually has some practical applications now, go figure.

Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus):

He’s a cook, and though that may not be his job title, he takes it almost as seriously as if it was. For him, it’s both a passion and a language, a way to reach out to people and connect when there aren’t words—or when there are, but they’re not enough. He thinks of every meal he makes as a gift for the person he’s making it for and as such, it’s not enough for it to just be good food—it should be personalized to suit the recipient’s tastes, bespoke to what they like! That said, he primarily cooks comfort foods, stuff loaded with butter and cheese and salt because that’s what his depressed and struggling loved ones seem to like the most. It’s not always to his tastes, but it’s a point of great pride for him to have dinners at his home feeling like the end of Thanksgiving, everyone full and content and at risk of dozing off on the sofa.

He takes such pride in his cooking that he makes most everything from scratch, and that’s how he got into canning. To get to be such a good cook and to have such a discerning palate, you start to get a bit dissatisfied with store-bought spreads, and you start thinking of how you could tweak it, just a bit, and come up with something a little better. And well, of course he has a sweet tooth and doesn’t he deserve to gift himself a treat from time to time? Which is not to say he doesn’t share his jams and jellies and preserves when he gets to making them—which is anytime there’s a good sale on fruit—but at the risk of making him sound arrogant, he’s absolutely spoiled himself for even the big brands at the store. Sure, he could buy it, as-is, or he could make it and enhance the flavor with a bit of mint or cinnamon or whatever it’s begging for, exactly to his liking. …He does go through quite a lot of jars, though.

So it’s a good thing that he knows all the best home goods stores in the area to buy mason jars, and loyalty perks at every one that offers them because he’s such a frequent customer. He’s very particular about the way his home is decorated and spends a lot of time and effort into cultivating just the right homey, comfortable, clean vibe for the space, so of course he’s always thinking of ways to use his décor to do just that. He doesn’t like a static environment so he frequently moves things around, takes away old things, and adds new ones—scented candles, decorative bowls, accent pieces, really anything that catches his eye-socket. He’s a natural-born homemaker, really, it's a shame he doesn’t have a spouse to appreciate all his talents (yet~).

Brick (Horrorfell Sans):

Okay well now knitting is a hobby of his, now that he’s too big and scary to give a shit what anyone thinks about his yarn-crafting. It’s a skill from before the head injury (and the Everything Else) so it’s not like having to pick up a new skill and something you can be competent at is always nice. He finds it pretty relaxing too, if he’s honest with himself, and grounding—between the repetitive motions and the tangible product of his effort and time having passed, it’s a good go-to for him when he’s stressed and needs to calm down, or when he’s disoriented and has to reorient onto something real. It’s a pretty nice side-hustle too, selling what he makes online, but even if it wasn’t for someone, he’d still knit for himself.

…But it’s maybe not so much of a side-hustle because he doesn’t really have a main-hustle to be doing his knitting on the side of. He mostly hangs around the house as an unemployed self-employed bum. And if you’re bored, in the house, it’s probably only a matter of time before you notice something that needs attention, something broken or askew or in need of a fresh coat of something, and that’s what happened to him, and how he started getting into a lot of DIY home repair. He’s got a background in a lot of technical and mechanical stuff, the confidence to poke around in unfamiliar things, and he certainly has the time, so he’s become something of an all-purpose handyman, regularly sweeping the place to see if there’s something he can fix or tune up. Leaky faucet in the kitchen? Engine maintenance on his bro’s car? Heating ducts making a weird noise? No problem, he’ll check it out, probably an easy enough fix.

He doesn’t stay cooped up in the house all the time though. …Most of it, maybe, but he likes to sit out on the porch or hang in the yard sometimes and get a front row seat to all the wildlife lurking around. He keeps a bird-feeder topped up so the birds always come by, and he’s maybe not so diligent about making sure the bird-feeder doesn’t also become a squirrel-feeder, so there’s a few of them around, too. He has a bad habit of leaving food out for neighborhood strays—cats—and every now and again he’ll catch one and get it fixed, but the food’s also lured in a few other critters it wasn’t meant for. He shoos away the raccoons and possums and (on a couple occasions) foxes that end up on his doorstep, but he likes seeing them so he probably won’t ever really stop. There’s a local murder of crows who bring him offerings of bottle caps and buttons and other junk, and he’s half-convinced they worship him as a god but that’s definitely not going to his head or anything, don’t worry.

King (Horrorfell Papyrus):

He likes to meditate. That’s perhaps an understatement, he needs to meditate—even after abdicating his throne and resuming a civilian life, on the Surface with food and safety and funds aplenty, he has a lot of stress and on any given day, he’s wound tight as a spring. Old habits die hard, and old guilt and pain and fear die harder, and he has a tough time relaxing naturally. Having a set time and routine to sit and breathe and clear his mind, deliberately, is crucial for him. He’s got a room set aside just for it with only related paraphernalia—meditation music, incense holder, a zen garden—inside, a space empty of distractions where he can just relax and let everything else go. It’s either that or be more open and vulnerable in therapy and the latter’s not happening any time soon, so his meditation room is the only thing standing between him and a mental breakdown.

That’s a humorous exaggeration, of course. He also has his bonsai trees, which serve a similar function. He got his first around the same time he took up meditation, thinking it might just be a nice plant to set the ambiance, but as he started caring for it and cultivating it, it grew (pun not intended, how dare you?) into its own thing. He’s got lots of bonsais now and takes great deliberate care in their soil, their water, and meticulous pruning to keep them all growing healthy and strong and in exactly the way they should. There might be something to be said there about power and control and healthy, positive outlets to explore those needs, but for him they’re just his trees—his responsibility, his to keep alive, his to keep in line… And it’s nice to have plants in the house, they really add something to a space, don’t you think?

Something else he’s into that’s slightly more social is chess. He learned a lot about tactics and strategy during and in the lead-up to his reign, both from books and hard experience, and chess is a strategist’s game—all about studying the field of play and your opponent and thinking ahead to achieve your desired outcome. He started by playing against his brother, learning the game and gaining confidence, and then later against Toriel while he conspired to overthrow Undyne, which taught him more about thinking like a warrior monarch and how to strategize against one. Ever since, chess has been his preferred way to get to know someone and he finds the insight into a person’s thoughts (through their choices and idle conversation during the game) to be an invaluable asset. …It’s also somewhat fun, enriching he supposes, or else he probably wouldn’t keep so many chess sets in the house, or regularly go to the park to seek opponents at the public boards. But what business is that of yours?

Merc (Horrorswap Sans):

His physical…situation…is complicated. Until he gets his DT under control, he starts literally melting down whenever his emotions are too high which means that most of the things he would’ve done before for fun and exercise are out. His solution to that is yoga, a low-stress, low-impact way to stretch and move and keep his body functional, without the risk of upsetting himself and others by turning into a puddle! Going through the forms helps him focus his mind and ground him in his body at the same time, which he loves, and it’s something he can do solo or in a group, which is also great depending on his mood and need. He attends a studio at least semi-regularly, whenever there’s a class going on, and he loves it as a way to meet new people and socialize in a low-key way. Even after his melting problem gets sorted, he keeps the yoga as a part of his life and routine—it works for him, even when a lot of other things didn’t!

Escapism has also always been there for him: the sci-fi flavored genre specifically. He’s been in pretty dire need for distractions to take his mind off his condition and his frustratingly slow-going research, and fiction was a great fit, depictions of far-future times when technology is advanced but people are still people and the problems of today are all solved and done with—just the problems of tomorrow left to solve and there’s always hope somewhere out there in the universe. Yeah…he can use a little bit of that. Back Underground, he’d seen a few popular sci-fi series that managed to fall down—Star Trek, Star Wars, and a few others—but he falls back into it hard on the Surface when he discovers that the full collections are available, usually remastered and listed out in chronological order, and so many other fans to talk to about it, wow! And oh, the merch, so much merch… He’s only a mortal man, how is he meant to resist a phone case designed to look like a communicator from The Original Series? Or a replica of Obi-Wan Kenobi’s lightsaber? Or… Okay maybe he’s just enough of a nerd for it verge on a financial problem but he’s having fun, let him have this.

It's not like he’s not bringing in a paycheck, with his little home bakery business. He’s gotten serious about his baking and really ramped up his technical skill, and good flavor and texture is surely a way to keep a customer base, but he wanted to draw in the new customers and for that, he had to get good at decorating. As an amateur, he didn’t care so much if his frosting was a little messy, or really try to do anything at all beyond maybe some food coloring and sprinkles here and there, but in the interest of trying to elevate his business to the next level, he started experimenting more with design techniques—and he discovered he loves it! It takes a lot of skill and precision to execute on top-notch cake décor and he likes the challenge of learning something new and perfecting it until he’s ready to offer it as a technique to his customers. He’s the king of drip cakes, master of mirror glazes, and has the cleanest foil and luster work you will ever see. He’ll tackle geode cakes next, just you wait!

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus):

He used to hate spooky shit. Horror movies, ghost stories, creepy stuff meant to send a shiver up your spine and make your heart (if you have one) skip a couple beats—he couldn’t handle it and any hubris otherwise would leave him looking at pictures of kittens trying to forget about it so he could sleep. But then… Wouldn’t you know it, then he lived through a horror: a terrible creature from another world came to his sleepy little town and killed seemingly everybody they could find, and he survived but the world changed, and everyone went hungry, his best friend disappeared, his brother started melting and he almost died and then came back wrong… And now the fake spooky stuff doesn’t seem so bad. Actually it’s…kinda fun? Scary stories and creepypastas still freak him out, a little, but his tolerance for it has gone up considerably and now he seeks out the genre on purpose, to create and consume, because it feels a little good to get scared by something fake instead of all too real.

His new interest in horror turned him on to movies in general. Not that he didn’t like watching movies before, but being especially invested in a specific genre got him reading about analyses of themes and filming techniques, lighting and staging and all the behind-the-scenes choices made in casting and shooting, and he loves being able to point those things out. Watching a movie with him, any movie, will probably trigger a film-buff monologue about something—‘oh see that’s a long shot, they do that when they’re trying to…’, ‘that’s not cg by the way, it’s actually a matte painting and…’, ‘y’know that scene when he kicked the helmet, it turns out he…’ et cetera, et cetera. He’s not trying to be a bore or a know-it-all, he’s actually just really interested in the way all these things, choices or accidents, come together to make a movie and he can talk about it for ages…or complain about it, if it happens to be a crappy movie. He does so love to complain…

Throughout all of this, if his attention isn’t split by his laptop, he’s usually keeping his hands busy another way—with origami. He’s almost always got a lot of scrap paper lying around in reach and for lack of anything better to do, he’ll grab a piece and start folding it. He started screwing around with those notebook edges left over after you tear out a page, but those are messy and ran out of folds real quick, so eventually he looked up some deliberate things to make out of paper and even bought some origami paper specifically for practice and nicer looking results. He’s pretty good at hopping frogs and flapping cranes, and who can’t make a boat, but his go-to is definitely the little stars you make out of the long strips. He’s got a big jar of the stars and keeps making more to add to it, not for any reason, really, but…it’s fun to make ‘em and they look pretty so why not?

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans):

He’s a thrill-seeker. Not necessarily the death-defying stunt kind—though he cheated death once already and might be a bit cockier about his odds the next time around than he ought to be—but any thrill, even the cheap ones. He spent a lot of time Before hedging his bets and prioritizing just about everything but himself, and now he’s decided to spend the rest of his time doing the opposite, chasing excitements and novelties and things he was too cautious or restrained or just too spartan to go after. He seeks out new restaurants, trendy bars, relationships, activities, anything that catches his fancy at the moment. A lot of the things he tries out don’t stick, falling by the wayside after the luster of ‘exciting and new’ wears off—you really only need to try a PB&J burger the once, and if you’ve ridden one mechanical bull, you’ve ridden them all—but some things make an impression.

Boxing is one of the things that stuck for him. He always worked out to stay in good condition and it was a habit he kept up on the Surface, joining a local gym as soon as possible for access to the weights and the punching bag. Fisticuffs was a last resort for him when dealing with actual problems, but hitting things was a great way to blow off steam—and as repressed as he was, he had a lot of steam to blow off, so his form and footwork was always top-notch. He got noticed for it, invited to spar in the ring, and to keep a short story short, he loved it. It’s a challenge being blind in a fistfight, but in a very positive way for him, giving him a chance to use his reflexes and his soul-sense to take on his opponents and most of the time, win. It’s a visceral, almost primal pleasure for him to get to fight in a reasonably safe arena, with people who are also fighting for love of the sport and no aim to seriously injure or kill, like a dance but with someone who wants to knock you out and vice versa.

And speaking of dancing, he’s very fond of that as well for similar, yet less violent reasons. He doesn’t really dance solo, simply for joy of the music—his enjoyment is almost exclusively in the partnered activity, when he has someone to match steps and mirror movement with and combine his awareness of his body and theirs into a cohesive picture. He likes the give and take of it, the way that he can have a physical experience with someone, a conversation without a single word being spoken, all from movement and synchronicity with whoever’s signed his dance card. He knows a few formal dances already and hasn’t forgotten the steps so he’s well-prepared for a polite ballroom experience… but he’s also learned how to let his metaphorical hair down lately, and a bit of dirty dancing is hardly off the table, should his partner for the evening (or afternoon, morning, midnight) be so inclined.

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus):

What happened Underground sent him into probably the worst art-block of his life. Even picking up a pen got hard to do with anything more than the intent to jot down a note for himself and he spent entirely too long with utterly dry wells of inspiration, not creating anything at all. In a desperate attempt to rekindle something creative, he ended up searching ‘art ideas’ online and discovered the vast world of craft projects. It was easier for him to actually make something when he had step-by-step guides and didn’t have to draw on his own (lacking) inspiration, and he quickly gained a liking for what he could make out of things he already had lying around the house and art supplies that were collecting dust—coffee-filter peonies, paper-straw wreaths, tin-can organizers, et cetera. He likes upcycling and getting to find use in things that might otherwise be discarded, and he really enjoys getting to put his own personal touch into crafts inspired from the internet.

He's proud enough of his works, in fact, that he wanted to show them off and—lacking real-life friends—he started posting photos of his crafts online. The response was positive but eventually, he started getting dissatisfied with the quality of the pictures he was taking, fuzzing details or altering colors, and he began looking into ways to improve the shots he was taking, lighting techniques, camera settings, angles and framing… By the time he invested in his own high-quality camera (and read the manual, front to back), he was seeing art everywhere, not just in the things he made but in the light through trees on a misty morning, in the waft of a curtain by an open window, in the people walking along the sidewalk out in front of the house. He has an eye-socket for it now and he’s always considering The Perfect Shot, how to capture the beautiful moments happening all the time with his photography. He’s good and getting better all the time, the more he practices his staging and editing.

He definitely wants to diversify his portfolio, though. Of course, he’s great at capturing domestic scenes, being a shut-in and all, but there’s more out there in the world, to see and photograph and be part of. It takes him awhile to get there but once he does, he’s very passionate about traveling. He spent such a long time stuck—first Underground, and then in his home on the Surface—and his scenery and his experiences were limited, but once he’s free there’s so much new and beautiful and exciting that he can access and he loves being able to pack up and go to it, right where it is. He wants to fill a passport and see unique vistas all over the globe, learn about cultures there, and make meaningful memories attached to every picture he takes.

Sunny (Gastertale Sans):

He likes stories, not the kind that come from a book, necessarily, but the stories people tell. The subject doesn’t matter to him much—folklore, local legends, big fish tales, ‘you’ll never believe what happened to me last week’s and more—it’s really the telling of it that he likes, how people describe what happened for an audience of their friends, family, or even strangers. He especially likes hearing the same story from different people to see how they tell it differently with their own perspectives or details that were unique to the version they heard. He’s always got a metaphorical ear open for a good yarn and a great memory for the stories people tell him, to the point that he can dispense them on cue whenever conversation’s slow, but he’s got plenty of his own experiences to make tales out of too, and the charisma and flair to make the telling entertaining.

This is a skill that comes majorly in handy for one of his other favorite hobbies, tabletop gaming. Whether he’s setting the scene for a D&D party he’s DMing for or keeping conversation going while he shuffles a deck for rummy, he loves having a table of people together to talk and play a game (or two, or three) with. It’s hard to get schedules to line up so he almost always has a few different game nights going on at any given time, in rotation depending on who can make what—and luckily, he’s a social butterfly so if someone cancels, getting substitutes to hang and make friends with over a game of something or other is never too difficult for him. He’ll go anywhere but his preference is hosting himself, he just loves having people over and showing them a good old fashioned time!

And speaking of old fashioned, his fashion is a little bit that as well. He’s a tad all over the place with it but nonetheless very interested in vintage and retro styles—the bold neon windbreakers of the 80s, the dated digital graphic tees of the 90s, the vinyl of the 00s, and even the holographics of the 10s. He tends to get a little confused about what was popular when and maybe that’s why he meshes it all together, but regardless, he loves his very eclectic wardrobe and adding to it. He makes a lot of trips to thrift stores and checks often on resale sites and gets very excited whenever he stumbles across a good find. Jackets are his favorite and he definitely has too many, but they spark joy and he’s probably not going to get rid of any or quit shopping around for more of the old school stuff anytime soon.

Aster (Gastertale Papyrus):

He likes scrapbooking! Maybe not too surprising, but as someone who mysteriously came into existence one day with no memory of his past, he doesn’t like the idea of losing memories—at least, not any more memories than he’s already apparently lost. He likes keeping records of things he does and that happen in his life as a tangible proof of his existence in and impact on the world. He stores things digitally as well but having the physical album feels weightier and more permanent, so he takes great care assembling and arranging everything in it. He keeps photos of outings with friends and coworkers, fliers from lectures he attends, even receipts from restaurants and movie ticket stubs. It’s all extremely well organized and annotated to the point that it almost reads like a scientific article, but he has fun with the cutting and pasting and aesthetic arrangement of it all—a neat and tidy accounting of (as much of) his life (as he can remember).

It's probably no coincidence that his scrapbook resembles a science journal, though, because he reads a lot of them. He also attends lectures and conferences when available and open to the public because, though he doesn’t have a career in any field of science, he’s still quite passionate about it! He loves learning about new advancements and discoveries, and when he comes across something he doesn’t know or only knows a bit about, he tends to do his own research into relevant readings on the topic until he’s better informed. He loathes misinformation and willful ignorance though, and as a result he’s ended up in a few small scale social media wars where he arrives on a post with thorough corrections, arguments, and sources cited and continues to present the accurate information until he’s respectfully acknowledged or blocked. It’s…usually the latter, but he doesn’t mind a good argument and ad hominem attacks slide right off him, so…as long as he’s having fun, what does it matter?

However…for all his love of truth and fact, he is also—regrettably—truly, madly, deeply compelled by the paranormal. If asked directly, he would say that of course he doesn’t believe in (non-monster) ghosts or aliens or the supernatural, there’s no evidence of such things! At least…nothing credible. He’s read the first and second-hand accounts, reviewed the blurry inconclusive photos, entertained hypotheticals of what could have really caused the sighting or scenario in question, accounting for variables and probing with his own questions to determine more information. He may occasionally be inclined to physically visit some ‘hot spots’ or sites of infamy, just to get a better understanding of the location and potential factors in what’s been claimed… But! Obviously, he’s a devil’s advocate in this only, as intriguing as some of these concepts are, that’s all they are—concepts. The fact that he spends so much time and thought on such things does not at all validate them and it simply means that he is a man of both integrity and science, the real kind!

Spectr (Transcendtale Sans):

He likes swimming! Er…well…maybe that’s not the right word for it. It’s not diving either, really, it’s… He likes going to bodies of water, walking in, and staying under for awhile, there, that’s a more accurate description of it. He’s waterproof and he doesn’t need to breathe, so ducking under the surface for a good few hours is not only possible, but a great way to get near-total peace and quiet for however long he wants it. He wasn’t much of a swimmer when he had an organic body, so it’s a bit of a novelty as well—seeing the way things look underwater, the way sounds change, the way animals swim around him in their natural habitat. He finds being in the water to be very relaxing and pleasant, almost meditative in nature, and whenever he’s feeling especially tense or in need of some space to think (or not think), he’ll head to the nearest body of water and go right in. It would be better if he actually took his clothes off before he did this, but he usually doesn’t and has weirded many clothes with lake or sea water.

He’s also into urban exploration. Not that he specifically calls it that, but he’s a wanderer and he likes to keep a low profile so sometimes, when he happens to be in the heart of a big city and there’s nowhere anonymous enough for him to blend in, he disappears into closed, abandoned, or condemned buildings. He likes the quiet of places like these and the reduced likelihood of running into anyone trying to interact with him because nobody else is supposed to be there. Obviously sometimes people are there anyway, but usually it’s people who mind their own business or actively avoid him, which he’s completely fine with. He does also enjoy having a look around when there’s time and he can, getting to see the remnants of the people who used the building before, what they left behind and imagining what it would be like if it were actively in use. A lot of the places he gets into have nice views of the city outside, too, and it’s pleasant to find a ledge or some rebar to sit on and enjoy it.

Jewelry making came out of his preferred hangout spots, as well. There’s a lot of junk lying around in abandoned or in-construction buildings—chain-link fences, washers, nuts and bolts—and when one is sitting around in an empty spot in the early morning, waiting for the city to wake up so he can slip through the masses undetected again, one gets to fiddling with nearby things in reach. He’s no master jeweler, his creations tend to be very simple, metal bent and twisted by hand in loops and curls, maybe a shape if he’s feeling ambitious, but he likes making them regardless. Sometimes he’ll keep an eye out for interesting stones and hold onto them to incorporate them into one of his pieces, or pick up a bit of nicer wire to work with if he’s going to be passing through a more rural area where it won’t be so easily available. He never keeps the rings and necklaces and bracelets he makes, though, just leaving them on tables and benches and railings for someone else to find later. It’s the making that’s the important part to him, he doesn’t need the thing.

PapAIrus (Transcendtale Papyrus):

He’s a proud and passionate DJ for partiers everywhere! He kind of fell into it, or at least into the idea of it when figuring out how to approach humanity and be a part of it, and he learned that it’s quite common for musical artists to have gimmicks that hide their real faces and identities. It seemed like it’d be easy to blend in, in a crowd like that, and when he found out about vocaloids and holographic performers he was all but sold on giving it a go. It didn’t take him long to learn how to mix songs and with a theoretically infinite track list to draw on, he’s a natural talent at playing the crowd and keeping the energy in a room high. He loves DJing for nightclubs and raves the most, but he’s starting to gain a bit of fame and notoriety for both his talent and his very advanced ‘avatar’ and might end up dropping some of his own music and playing to larger venues sooner than later.

In his spare time, of which he has a lot, he likes the challenge of hunting down lost media. He has full access to the internet as well as several archives he probably should not have access to, but it’s very hard to keep him out of anywhere he wants to be—luckily, he chooses to use his nigh unfathomable power for good, digging around here, there, and everywhere for things deleted, destroyed, or locked off from the public. It’s like a treasure hunt, following leads and connecting clues until he finds the impossible thing he’s looking for…or doesn’t. Sometimes things that are gone really are gone, but other times it’s just that no one else had the spare time and resources to try and excavate a mention of a grandmother’s VHS copy of an obscure, out of circulation film on a deleted forum post from ten years ago, track down the user, ask after the tape and offer to purchase it to convert to a digital format…and if that doesn’t pan out, the search begins anew! How exciting!

His do-gooding doesn’t end at tracking and restoring old tapes, though, and he likes to spare some time for bigger acts of justice now and again. He’s a part-time hacktivist—he takes note of ongoing crime and corruption in human society and when he can, he shines a light on it. Leaking emails, posting blacklisted videos, releasing incriminating financial records, he has little respect for the privacy of crooked CEOs and corrupt politicians and feels it’s only right that their customers and constituents know these things about the people they’re supporting. His intervention tends to lead to a lot of resignations and restructuring and legal action being pursued, so he tries not to overstep too much with the business of humans, especially not for any old small-fry in the pond…but the big fish, the guys in the news with allegations that don’t stick because of money lack of evidence… Well, he doesn’t mind digging up that evidence, if the proper authorities really lack the time for it—you’re welcome!

Xanth (Ascendswap Sans):

He’s very into spiritualism and all things mystical. His brush with the cosmically unknowable really expanded his perception and sense of things around him and he’s freshly fascinated by the things in this world beyond mortal comprehension, things he’s only glimpsed and felt more than he clearly understood. He loves reading or hearing about other peoples’ spiritual experiences—near-deaths, out-of-body’s, energies sensed and presences felt and many more—being let into the perspective of others who have been through things not easily explained and maybe getting a chance to share his own oddities in the process. He collects a lot of paraphernalia from the people and places he goes for these things, chakra bracelets, dreamcatchers, crystal pyramids and the like. He freely admits some of his items have stronger energies than others and theorizes that belief and intention in the creation of the object has an effect, you see the aura of this one feels—you get the idea, he could talk about it for hours.

He's also a very big fan of riddles! He knew a few before but has really gotten into them since, diving down the rabbit hole of riddles and tricky word puzzles. He finds the construction of them incredibly interesting, how specific words are chosen and phrases are structured to talk around the answer, carefully ringing around it to imply only and make the listener deduce the truth around its absence—just like how black holes are discovered by observing the warping of space around it! He has lots of riddle books and knows the answers to most of the basic ones out there, and he’s always open to hearing new ones, as well as coming up with some of his own from time to time. He takes his riddling quite seriously and will never look up the answer or allow anyone to tell him before he guesses—he wants to reason it out for himself, even if it takes him days to do it. If you manage to stump him, expect a call later on with the solution and exuberant praise for the gift you gave him!

A far more pedestrian and down-to-earth hobby of his, however, is pottery. Riddling and talking about the cosmos is all well and good, but it’s difficult actually meeting people to do those with—they don’t really have meet-ups for those sorts of things. But! They do have pottery classes, all over the place, welcoming beginners who are generally also open to making friends there, and he decided to go where the people were. It’s probably not something he would’ve been as happy doing before…Everything, reining in the urge to be great at it first try and do clean, neat work to impress people… but he doesn’t really think that way anymore, so he likes it! It's messy and mistakes are easy to make, both on the wheel and in the kiln, but that’s life and he’s learning same as everyone else. He gets to socialize, he gets to make stuff out of clay, and he gets so very many pots and mugs and bowls to give his friends and loved ones—a win-win-win!

Piper (Ascendswap Papyrus):

He never used to put much effort into his wardrobe. He was anxious and introverted and never wanted to stand out too much, so he always aimed for under, rather than over-dressed. …But things changed. He’s more confident, he wants to stand out, he wants to look his best and dress himself in all the nice clothes he always thought he wasn’t cool enough to wear—so now, he does. He keeps his eye-socket on modern fashion trends, subscribing to magazines and tuning in to designer runways so he always knows what’s in and can coordinate his wardrobe accordingly. He's not necessarily a brand snob, he doesn’t subscribe to the idea that clothes (and accessories) need a label to look good, but at the same time, he won’t compromise on quality and sometimes that means paying for it. Still, he has a lot of fun keeping in style and taking more care in how he presents himself, and it turns into something of a confidence feedback loop—feeling good because he looks good because he feels good because…

With his newfound confidence, he’s also gotten into the habit of singing out loud. He hums tunes every now and again, surely everyone does, but now he sings, sometimes softly and sometimes belting out lyrics at full volume to whatever song floats through his head. What can he say? He’s started to like the sound of his own voice and it makes him feel good to hear how he sounds, and to feel how freely and beautifully the notes come out. Maybe it’s a little prideful but he doesn’t see the harm in making music and feeling good about it, so he sings when he’s occupied, when he’s idle, when he’s asked to—no special occasion necessary save for the joy of sound.

Of course, this also gives him something in common with some of his favorite creatures on the planet: birds. He likes animals and tends to be great with them—especially if he happens to use his ‘trick’—but he’s particularly fond of the feathered ones and the pretty sounds they make. He started learning how to mimic bird-calls (now that he’s not too self-conscious to feel stupid about it) and found he has a talent for it, getting all kinds of flighted friends to stop by and sing back when he chirps. He knows a lot of calls and can identify most local bird species by sound and sight, and it’s a favored party trick of his to push a little intent into his whistles and get wild birds to land on his finger like they were trained. He’s actually looking to break into falconry too, so he can keep and train a raptor someday, but there’s a lot of training and regulation involved in that sport and he’s not in any special kind of hurry. Plenty of birds to watch and sing to and play with in the meantime!

Carmine (Underfell Fruition Sans):

He’s been on his own for quite awhile. Granted, most of that time was unconscious in a semi-lucid dream-state, but that still left him pretty bereft of any meaningful company for a long damn time. He’s a social guy, he’s gotta make some connections with people at some point or it’s just gonna feed into his main character syndrome, so he starts getting involved in competitive team activities pretty much as soon as possible. At first it’s gaming—multiplayers, with mic enabled of course—when he’s still building his physical health back up, but once he’s clear for it he’s joining up with just about every team sport he can find. The Surface has plenty of options for him to choose from. Paintball? Definitely, get ready to meet your maker. Go-karting? Can’t believe it took so long to ask, let’s go. Axe-throwing? Oh hell yes, you know it! He’s competitive but a mostly good loser and hardly sore winner, so whatever the game he’s all in, just happy to be able to play.

When he’s solo and not actively burning energy, he…probably should be. He overproduces magic like a sonuvabitch, and if he’s not using it, that’s a problem—for him and everyone and everything around him. If he’s lacking something to do with his energy, and no other ways to expend it, the easiest thing to do is make a bunch of bullets. This, naturally, solves one problem while creating another and out of the abundance of bones lying around the place came the elegant solution of building with them. He uses his bone bullets like some (frat house) people use beer cans, stacking them together to make thrones chairs, tables, and towers. Sometimes he’ll jenga these structures, knock ‘em down to reuse the bullets for something else, but sometimes, if he's managed to stack up something particularly impressive, he’ll put in the extra effort to make them structurally sound and keep them as-is.

For all that he’s good at building things up, he takes just as much pleasure in taking them apart. He likes working with his hands, always has, opening something up and poking around inside to figure out what goes on in there. Unfortunately, and he’ll never admit as much out loud, he is…not very strong, physically—the big stuff, heavy duty machinery that takes a decent amount of elbow grease to get into is…a little bit beyond his ability, at least comfortably. By default, that leaves him with the little stuff to tinker with, clocks and watches, TVs and blenders, anything he can get his hands on and pop open without too much work. Clockwork mechanisms are his favorites to work with, the very tangible cause and effect of motion inside, but he’s no slouch with a soldering iron and more fiddly electronics are hardly any trouble. He likes fixing stuff that’s broken but it doesn’t have to be for him to want to disassemble something in working order, just for a quick look. Don’t worry, he knows what he’s doing, he’ll put it right back—possibly in better condition than when he found it!

Tank (Underfell Fruition Papyrus):

He has difficulty finding hobbies for himself, at first. Doing things he enjoys—much less expressing that he enjoyed them—was both forbidden and dangerous, so he’s in unexplored territory without explicit orders to do or not do something. Undyne gets him started with puzzles after noticing that he seemed to like solving them for her on patrols. A jigsaw seems as good as anything to start with, right? Well… yes, very much so, because he loves the medium instantly. One obvious solution (to assemble the pieces into a picture), no time constraint, and no way to do it incorrectly? It’s perfect! He graduates quickly from small, simple jigsaws to large, complex ones and loves being able to sit down with a few thousand pieces and slowly, steadily arrange them the way they’re supposed to be. He was given a massive, single-color monolith of a jigsaw once, as a joke…which completely didn’t land because it only took him a bit longer than usual and he loved it just as much. Go figure.

His brother gave him another hobby, upon remembering that he used to (as a toddler) like scribbling on paper, and gifted him a color-by-number book. It was a little juvenile, involved considerably less problem-solving than puzzles, but that’s really not a bad thing for him, giving him a task to do by rote that appeals to his creative side rather than the militaristic orders he got until that point. Eventually, as he gains independence and starts to feel more comfortable making choices of his own, he ditches the ‘by-number’ part but sticks with coloring, using watercolors and colored pencils to fill in pages of designs with whatever he wants. He finds it very relaxing and satisfying to do, and with encouragement even frames some of the pieces he’s proudest of. Friends and family may expect to receive them as gifts, especially if they’ve complimented one in particular—it’ll be theirs in short order without a second thought.

His most consuming hobby, however, is one he came to on his own: the care and keeping of fish. His first was a betta, a bright red fighting fish, drooping and still in a tiny little cup on a shelf—an impulse purchase he’d be hard-pressed to explain, especially with no animal experience whatsoever, much less specifically fish. But, he did it, and after that it was his responsibility to care for it, so he put in the research to determine its needs, the size of the tank, the pH balance of the water, the food and feeding schedule, environmental enrichment… It was a lot of work getting everything together but the reward in seeing the sad lifeless betta turn bright and active, thriving in the home he’d built for it, that was an addictive feeling. It wasn’t long until he was setting up more tanks, and buying lots more aquatic critters—tetras, cichlids, snails, guppies—to fill them with. He’s an extremely diligent and dedicated fish-dad and likes to sit and watch them swim the way some people watch TV.

Vi (Swapfell Fruition Sans):

He knows his way around a needle and thread. He learned to sew out of pride necessity, learning to mend ripped and worn garments rather than having to beg for new on his or his brother’s behalf. It started as the lesser of two evils for him, but eventually he grew to enjoy it—work, of course, to have to close holes and hem and take in this and that, but work that he was generally left alone to do and not bothered for other things. It’s still that, but now that he doesn’t have a panopticon of a mocking prick judging his every action, he’s branching out into a bit more personal flair. He tried felting, with…poor results…but embroidery and needlepoint is working out considerably better. He’s still not especially creative so he prefers to work off patterns rather than freehand anything, and most of the things he stitches aren’t exactly to his own personal style, so a lot of his work gets donated but some things end up on the wall, others as patches for bags and jackets… It’s something to do.

…Making booze is also something to do. He didn’t exactly see it coming, something he kind of fell into. Per his brother’s preference, they’ve made their home in a wooded, mountainous area, and per his own preference, it’s secluded, a ways away from the town proper. Grocery runs every time there’s no more alcohol in the house (because somebody had company over and left a thimble in the bottle without telling anyone) is irritating, especially if he’s just getting home late and nowhere nearby is even open. A lot of locals get around the problem by simply brewing, fermenting, or distilling their own, and after looking into the process, he decided it was more than doable. He’s not much of a beer-drinker and never bothered with that, but he makes some damn good fruit wines if he says so himself, and a moonshine that’ll knock you on your ass if you’re not careful. His little operation is technically illegal—his favorite kind of illegal—but it's all for private use and he keeps to himself when he’s in town so he’s flying pretty low beneath the radar.

He is out of town a lot, mostly for work purposes, and passing through unfamiliar towns on the regular exposed him to quite a lot of postcard kiosks. He would look at them, think about his semi-estranged brother back home and how weird it would be, with their relationship being what it is, to call or text just to say ‘hey’ and… Well, eventually he bought one, scribbled a curt (coded) message on it, and sent it home before he could think better of it. Neither of them ever said anything about it, but he found it later on his desk when he got home with a scrawled reply back to what he’d written, and it kind of just spiraled into a thing from there. Anytime he goes somewhere, he finds a place to pick up a postcard to mail back, and when he gets home he tucks it (and the inevitable addition onto it) away in a binder for safekeeping. He takes a lot of care in the choosing and preservation of these cards and has a sizeable, growing collection.

Hunter (Swapfell Fruition Papyrus):

He’s a runner. There’s almost nothing he likes more than getting outside and taking off, jogging full speed to nowhere in particular until he’s out of breath and covered in sweat. He was cooped up for a long time in between specific missions and keeping pace on a treadmill just can’t compare to the free feeling he gets when he’s completely off-leash and can just go, as fast and as far as he wants to. Sometimes he’ll spice up his runs with a bit of parkour, clearing obstacles or scaling trees to take the branches for awhile, but he’s happy as long as he gets to let loose—sky above him, earth below, and nothing to call him back but his own limitations when he’s totally exhausted or he decides to be done.

For similar reasons, he’s interested in foraging. He likes nature and the outdoors, prefers it to anything indoors bar none, and the longer he can spend out in it without having to make his way back to civilization, the better. So, he started learning about the plants he sees—what’s edible, what’s not, what’s poisonous versus medicinal and so on. A lot of the info about it is geared towards humans rather than bioengineered skeletons so there’s still a learning curve, and a lot of things he's taken it upon himself to test out. He was built with a high metabolism and some natural poison resistance so he’s too cocky to be stopped from doing it, really, no matter how many times he’s called a reckless idiot for touching and ingesting possibly harmful substances. He's made a lot of interesting discoveries with regards to the local flora and only hardly gotten sick about it, so he counts it as a win.

He keeps track of said discoveries in his journal, which he takes out with him whenever he leaves the house for a nature walk (or run). He likes having it handy to note down things he does throughout the day, places he goes, things he sees… He never really got into art, not the way he could’ve, if things had been different, but he can scratch out some decent sketches to fill in the margins of his journal—the path down to the stream he found, the deer that only shed one antler, that berry that definitely did not agree with his metaphorical stomach, do not try again… His memory isn’t bad, exactly, but his mind and feet are both prone to wandering so it’s nice to have a log of his activities to look over later and put together things he missed at the time, or be reminded of stuff he wants to revisit. Most of his journaling is done halfway up a tree, sprawled along a branch with half an eye-socket on the view from up high.

Kohl (Descendtale Sans):

He wasn’t especially interested in plants or flowers, at least not until one started altering him—and the rest of monsterkind—in mind and body. That’s when he got interested and started studying. First the echo flower, its strange properties nearest and dearest to him, but gradually branching out to golden flowers, forevergreens, water sausages, any magical plant he can get his hands on to examine. Non-magical plants are equally fascinating, especially in their potential effects on humans—he knows probably an unsettling amount of flowers and greenery that are toxic to humans, the symptoms caused by contact or ingestion and how long it takes them to appear. Thankfully, he’s not much for the care and keeping of plants as keeping things alive seems like an awful lot of work. Still, he finds them interesting and has lots of botany and anthology books lying around, with leaves and petals dried and pressed between their pages. Did you know that the echo flower’s bioluminescence remains for up to three years after the bloom’s been clipped? Fascinating stuff.

Less of a passion but still at least an idle hobby, he can play a bit of piano. He’s self-taught—plunking out keys on the piano in Waterfall while passing through to entertain himself (and a little bit to annoy Undyne)—but though he can’t read sheet music or play any full length songs, he can tickle out a short tune by sound once he’s heard it at least once. He’s got a good ear for notes, despite not having any actual ears. It may actually be some kind of perfect pitch thing going on in his head but he should not be informed of this ever because he will hang on the word ‘perfect’ and be utterly insufferable about it. Mostly, he just uses this to play a few random notes whenever he comes across a keyed instrument, or to abruptly switch to an impromptu recreation of iconic horror scores to catch people by surprise. The theme from Halloween or the tubular bells from The Exorcist are favorites, but he’s unpredictable enough to learn more if you turn your back on him too long.

What he probably spends the most time on, however, is quilting. Perhaps a bit surprising, with his…everything else about him, but he’s a skeleton who values his creature comforts quite a bit, many of which have been made considerably more difficult for him to enjoy due to the ways his body has changed. In this particular case, it’s his reduced physical sensation making it nearly impossible to feel warm. He’s never cold anymore, not really, but he’s never warm either and he takes that quite personally, almost offended by the uselessness of thin clothing and scraps that dare to call themselves blankets. If there are no blankets thick enough and heavy enough get him warm, he’ll just have to make them himself…and so that’s what he does. Any passingly usable cloth in his possession tends to end up part of a quilt, with little care for patterning or overall design—his only priority is thick and heavy and warm, and if he doesn’t feel like he’s in a panini press by the time he’s finished, then it’s back to the drawing board.

Bram (Descendtale Papyrus):

He maybe went a little bit nuts for awhile there after the human first left. Some might argue that he’s still a little bit nuts but he would agree he was pretty embarrassingly desperate in the first few years after. They were gone and they weren’t answering their phone and for everything they’d done, they had been his friend so…he was worried! But of course, monsters were trapped, with hope of leaving anytime soon soundly dashed, so he couldn’t just go look for them. He wanted to reach them, or just someone on the Surface who could relay a message. That’s how he started experimenting with radio, out of a misguided and impossible attempt to communicate out of the Underground with someone up there. He never reached anyone from down there, of course, but he found some comfort in trying—and eventually, enjoyment too! He likes fiddling with the equipment to tune into different frequencies, and the sound of empty static is soothing to him. It’s a lot more fun now that he’s aboveground and can actually hear other people, and he hopes to get his license to transmit himself soon!

Before the Surface, though, things were a little lonelier for him. Colder, darker. Too dark entirely—of course a dark environment was necessary to promote the growth of their staple crop and the artificial day-cycles were only making monsters waste more time sleeping than they already were, he understood the need for the dark…but surely, it didn’t have to be so complete? How was anyone to know that he was at home and available to host company if there were no warm, inviting lights in the window? Candles seemed the perfect solution, natural light from flickering fires that wasn’t too harsh, still a bit dim but plenty to see by! He started just collecting them so he would always have them on hand if needed, but eventually started making them himself with wax on the stove. Scent or color don’t matter much to him, but he really likes being able to customize the size and shape to his needs. And his needs…aren’t so much anymore, now that there’s regular sunlight, but candles are still great for when there isn’t, and when electric lights are little too intense. It never hurts to have more candles around, for emergencies!

He's also exploring a new hobby up on the surface, inspired by his and his brother’s new careers—bone collecting! Now, it’s not what you’re thinking, he’s not after human bones. Those are still very much in use by the deceased, and he's sure surviving loved ones would be very cross if tried to just take them! But his job was how he learned that humans and other organic, non-magical creatures all contain skeletons of their own and when they die everything but the bone rots away. He thinks it’s very cool and obviously humans are off the table to inspect more closely, but animals don’t mind. He takes note of any dead creatures he happens to find—mostly birds and squirrels—and after allowing the other local wildlife to have first pick at it, he collects the remains to take home. He isn’t overly fond of the smells and textures of rot and asked for his brother to help with the de-fleshing and degreasing with the first few things he brought back, but he's got a handle on it now and loves to artfully display his cleaned finds all around the house. Skulls are his favorite, but he has some lovely wishbones and plenty of vertebrae that he’s equally proud of showing off!

#anonymous #headcanons #undertale #underswap #underfell #swapfell/fellswap #horrortale #undergloom #horrorfell #horrorswap #horrorswapfell #gastertale #transcendtale #ascendswap #underfell fruition #swapfell fruition #descendtale #long post #open on dash at your own risk #lol

[fauxtale-z]

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You’ve made a new friend. His timeline was destroyed by the same anomaly that showed up in yours.

He helps you with crosswords and junior jumble sometimes. He says you remind him of Papyrus as a babybones.

#undertale au #frisk #sans #fauxtale #underswap

[yuckydraws]

(Click for better quality)

Hey, remember when I was making refs? Yeah, me neither. Anyways, here's Tilly!

(CW: Mentions of Horrortale underground)

Few Word Characteristics

Sassy

Knowledgeable

Generous

Insecure

Cautious

Private

Self-Destructive

Verbose

Information on his design (+ not shown, but still important info)

Without a steady magical food source, his magic grew increasingly unstable which caused a very late-stage, very painful forced growth spurt. He's 8'3" (251cm) and lanky.

This growth spurt, as well as years of being in a constant survival state, has left him with some severe chronic pain in his back. He's been to physical therapy and has a routine to help with the pain. He takes it day by day, but he's making progress. Some days, he doesn't need his cane, others he does, and some days he can't even get out of bed.

His tail also grew during the famine, but it's not as expressive as it once was, just like himself.

His teeth were beyond messed up upon coming to the UT universe. He's since had lots of work done to fix them, and he's in the late stages of braces, but his time with them keeps getting extended - which he's very frustrated with.

His sunken sockets left him with horrible eyesight. He's nearsighted, but he can't see much without his glasses.

He uses washi tape to keep his glasses on. He refuses to get a strap for his glasses, claiming it makes him look like he's wearing goggles. He has a collection of washi tape, he has a pattern for every occasion.

He's missing his thumb, pointer finger, and part of his middle finger on his right hand. This was an injury he sustained early on in the famine. He's righthanded, so he's since had to relearn how to write with his left.

He still has a love of puzzles, though he's stopped building his own. He usually sticks to classic puzzles but he also enjoys crosswords, 3-D puzzles, and sudoku.

He's developed a love for reading, too. Being limited on what he can do physically, he found that reading is actually quite fun. He reads all sorts of genres, but he especially loves non-fiction.

Because of this love for reading, he has lots of odd knowledge on all sorts of topics and he will info-dump about them.

This hobby of his drove him to become a librarian. It's a nice, quiet job, and he enjoys being surrounded by all sorts of knowledge.

He's got quite the sweater collection.

He has the same tattoo Papyrus has, and he absolutely hates it. It's a reminder of how his Undyne ultimately betrayed him and what she became.

His PTSD doesn't often show in extremes like Bear's does, but its still something he struggles with.

He looks out for Bear, just as Bear looks out for him, but he often ignores some of his own needs when it comes to Bear.

He's sassy and blunt, and has even less of a filter than Papyrus does. His sass is loving, and mostly teasing, but his big personality is just hiding some of his major insecurities.

#yucky yaks #undertale #yucky writes #headcannons #my art #my art shit #digital art #character ref #horrortale #ht papyrus #tilly #yucky draws

[thesettingsun-utau]

Fun fact regarding what replaces the "Papyrus Date/Hangout" for Sunsetter, with Sans:

Instead of Flirting, Finley tries to Bargain his way into getting through. Eventually Sans offers the opportunity to help him with something after the fight.

The "something" is very tedious paperwork. (Though, it's revealed at the end to just be a stack of mainly blank papers, but also some crosswords and the occasional sudoku.)

Though, they both end up slacking off and talking instead of doing anything.

Alternatively, if Finley doesn't try to bargain his way out, the session becomes a simple hangout, with the only real change being the lack of a stack of paper.

#undertale au #sunsetter-au #sans #sunsetter-info

[fictitious-fluff]

This was written in 2021 for Tickletober2021. (also posted on @ticklishshenanigansau using their prompts) Posting this here to log my progress as a writer.

(yes i am p ry lc, have to seperate the name as I want this to be a seperate account that people that know me irl wont be able to find it by searching up my name)

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Brush the Stubbornness Away

Prompt: Brushes / Paint

Fandom: Undertale

No pairings

Masterpost

What time was it. 6am? 7am? Either way it was early. Papyrus and Frisk were doing something in the living room, but what? Sans had never been woken up by noise before but I guess this was his unlucky day. He sluggishly sat up from his mattress, not being able to go back to sleep. Tiredly, Sans decided he should get some coffee or ketchup to help him start the day. He threw on his jacket and started walking out of his room. Teleporting when he was tired was never a good idea anyways. Walking down the stairs, he closed and rubbed his eyes, trying to get accustomed to the light.

"Frisk, can you hand me more yellow paint on your left?" 

One step

"Okay!"

Two ste- CRASH

Both Papyrus and Frisk's head snapped to the staircase. There was Sans, lying face flat on a puddle of blue paint with one of his foot in a paint can. "ngh... ow." Sans winced. Papyrus rushed over to Sans with a concerned look on his face. "Are you alright Sans?" he asked.

"yeah m'fine." Sans replied, pushing himself upright. "what are ya doing anyways? and why are ya doing it so early in the morning... "

"Oh! Frisk and I are just making a masterpiece painting. As for the timing... We thought you wouldn't be woken up even if we did it this early. Guess we were wrong." Papyrus stated. "You should get yourself cleaned up brother."

"m'lazy.. i'll just stay here and watch for the next 1 hour while ya do your thing. anyways, it's not that bad, see?" Sans pointed at his jacket. "it's just like my jacket, almost indistinguishable heh" he snickered. Papyrus squinted his eyes at Sans, giving him a 'seriously?' look which just made Sans's grin widen.

Papyrus thought about something for a brief moment and then smirked. "Well brother... Since you insist on not cleaning yourself on your own, let me help you." With that, Papyrus turned Sans's soul blue. Frisk peeked over, curious to see what Papyrus had in store. "Frisk, could you help me get the dry scrub brushes from the drawer in our toilet upstairs? Oh and a small pail of water if you are able to handle it. Thanks!" Frisk nodded and sprinted upstairs.

"!? uh... is it bad that i'm nervous and have no idea what you are planning? heh..." Sans stammered, while trying to kick the bucket off.

"Come on brother, I'm sure you can figure it out. You're good with crosswords aren't you? Just fill in the gaps using the 'clues'." Papyrus stated.

After the paint bucket finally came off, Sans thought about it for a moment. "paps i really have no idea what you're trying to hint at. unless it's trying to just scrub the paint of me or somthing. judging by your smirk though, thats probably not the whole stor- wait..." a thought seemed to occur is Sans's mind. "you're n-not thinking what i think you're thinking of right? please say i'm wrong this time."

"If you're thinking what I'm thinking of right now, then yes brother."

Gulp. "h-hey paps, let's not be too harsh. we can just talk about this o-okay?"

Just as Sans spoke, Frisk came running down. Trying to balance 3 scrub brushes in one hand while holding a pail on the other. She was trying to be as fast as possible yet not drop any of the brushes.

"Sorry dear brother but you've brought this upon yourself. I tried to be nice."

Sans considered teleporting away but soon realised that with Papyrus's soul magic active on him, it would probably be really dangerous to try. Persuading didn't seem like it was doing anything and using his attacks or soul magic on Papyrus to push him away was out of the window too, since he didn't want to risk hurting Pap. He was really in for it this time... doomed. Geez why had he not just listened?

"Thanks!" Papyrus exclaimed as Frisk handed him the brushes. "Feel free to join in whenever you feel like it Frisk."

Papyrus playfully grinned, holding up a soaked brush. "Ready?"

"please, no. we can calmy talk about this please!" Sans chuckled nervously. Eyes locked on the dreaded cleaning tool.

"Too late brother!" with that, Papyrus darted for Sans's ribs.

"gh! waiiiahaiitttahha pahaahaaaapppp- stahahhaap naahahhaa!!!" Sans cackled. His ribs had always been really sensitive, whether it be pain, or touch, and that was with fingers. Now, it wasn't just that, it was full blown brushes! Together with the cold water, the both made terrible combinations.

Damn he wished he had just complied.

Frisk looked in awe. Skeletons can be ticklish? How? She had so many questions swirling in her mind. However, she put her questions aside and dipped a brush in the pail, eager to help 'clean' Sans up.

"You can clean his feet if you want to Frisk."

"Okay!" Frisk chirped

"nohooooo waiiiiiieeeheett aha! oh gahaad staaaahaap! frihisk nahaa-" Sans cackled. "pleeheease! I cahaaan't ahaa!"

"Are you going to clean yourself now brother? Or do Frisk and I have to continue helping you?"

"yeheaahass!! pleheehease staahap oh gaahaad!"

"Hm.." Papyrus contemplated for awhile. "If I stopped now, who's to say you won't do it again? I think you should be punished a little longer juuusst to make sure."

"nahahaa! Iheem saharaahaeee" He regretted everything. Maybe he pushed pap's buttons too far this time, especially this early in the morning. However, something about this was... slightly fun? Maybe the bonding? Though, it was still maddening. "pleeheease nohoo ahah!"

Papyrus soon started to slowly work his way down to Sans's lower ribs. This made Sans shriek and squirm more than ever. He really tried his best to pull away but it was all futile. It was amazing how he hadn't kicked Frisk yet.

"plehe-pleeeheese merheeceehee!!!" sans wailed. "sstaahaaaa--!"

"Okay, okay I think the poor guy has had enough." Papyrus snickered, removing his gravity spell from Sans. "Frisk, you can stop now."

As both Frisk and Papyrus stopped, Sans gasped for air. "th..hff... thank... god...hf.."

"Do you need water?" Papyrus questioned.

"ys.. please... hff, thanks pap."

"No problem brother!"

"You all right Sans?" Frisk asked.

"ye.. hf.. i'm fine. thanks for asking kiddo." Sans replied.

"thnks pap" Sans said, gulping down the cup of water.

"After drinking your water remember to go shower." Papyrus reminded.

"i don't know- i'm still a little tired... and a couple more minutes of lieing here wo-" Papyrus glared at sans. "okay, okay! i'll go now! hehe geez." Sans then teleported upstairs to get himself cleaned up.

Needless to say, that morning sure had been an eventful, and messy one too.

#ticklish!sans #papyrus #frisk #platonic #undertale #tickletober2021 #Ler!papyrus #Lee!sans

[eldragon-x]

really love that papyrus struggles with junior jumble but apparently not crossword puzzles. his bookshelf contains both complex manuals and childrens books.

#something something being good at one thing but not another even when one of them is generally considered easier #and having childish interests without that saying smth about ones intelligence #but also its just a funny juxtaposition #he makes a bunch of puzzles and later says himself theyre awful too #ut

[that-one-sketch]

Frisk and Chara (Can't be Sans/Monstrum)

These two are more defined than I saw with Monstrum. So, I don't really know how to expand them. So feel free to ask me questions if you are really curious! No question is a dumb question!

Frisk goes by Them/They, same for Chara. They will not talk about their physical genders. Don't ask.

    Since Frisk was trapped in a PLAYER abandoned world, stuck in a Genocide run. Frisk was left alone at level 20. As such, when Monstrum split Chara from Frisk, Their LV got split as well. Frisk will try not FIGHT, but will if there is a demand for it. Otherwise, Frisk always dodges. Frisk also takes a bit of a personality change. Frisk has really started to take in a persona similar to that of Sans. And the jacket and scarf both belong to the brothers. Just know, that Frisk DOSE NOT TAKE THESE OFF. The clothes are a very big comfort thing for Frisk. Even though Frisk gets nightmares of the Geno run, Frisk refuses to take them off.     It is good to note that since Frisk is a PLAYER character, a PLAYER character being the tool used for the PLAYER to interact with the world, Frisk is the only one able to understand what Monstrum is saying. But even then, Frisk still needs what Frisk and Chara call the 'cheat sheet' to understand his text box. And yes, as Frisk may be blind, Frisk can only see text boxes clearly. Frisk has not been blind their whole life, but, let's just say that. The original Sans got them really good one run with a well placed blaster. Can Frisk still get into BATTLES? Yes, and Frisk can see with their SOUL, but only a short range. That being, slightly outside of the box.     As his numbers do sometimes change. This can confuse Frisk sometimes, but will just take them a second to decipher his talk. Frisk lives with Papyrus. As Monstrum does not live with Papyrus. Frisk does call Papyrus Uncle Pap and Monstrum as 'Sans', but does not call him 'Dad'. But there is an underline tone that they are practically father and child. No one really knows where Monstrum lives in the area, but he always pops in when Frisk calls for him. No matter where Frisk is.

    Chara is kinda a mix of Monstrum and Frisk, however Chara dose count as a Monster as their SOUL is upside down. Sure, it is a pale red, but still more monster than human. This dose make Chara feel better, as Chara has never liked being linked to being a human. How did this happen? Well, the KING OF LOST SOULS Monstrum, had to split a SOUL off of his main SOUL. Chara has access to magic, and as such, can make flying knifes and a sort of portal. Chara likes to ACT more than FIGHT, but for Chara. FIGHT is one of their favorite chooses. They love to simulate battles with their new worlds version of Flowey. As they do not want the original Asriel back and bring bad memories. Chara lives with Asgore, Toriel, and Flowey in the castle, at New Home. Every chance Chara gets they run out to hang out with Frisk, Papyrus and Mosntrum. If he is around. Otherwise, Chara is subject to being a princess. They don't put up with much as they are just happy to have a family and body again.      Chara does consider Frisk family. As Chara is older than Frisk, seeing them as a little sibling (I am going by SOUL age which is, the lingering of the SOUL after death. Yes they can still age). Frisk and Chara are still linked SOUL wise. So Chara knows if Frisk needs anything. This is also helpful for when Chara needs to understand what Monstrum is saying. As only PLAYER characters can understand Monstrum's speaking pattern, Chara cannot understand him when Frisk is not around.     Chara also has a slight character change themselves. This being, they have a sort of Papyrus feel to them. As in, believing there is a time and place for Frisks puns. Having a love for cooking lasagna?? (Don't ask me) A sudden love for crossword puzzles, and bright 'come get me' red race cars. Now note it here that Chara does not hate puns. Chara will even make their own puns, the just like a time and place for them. Also, Chara will say puns to make Frisk feel happy. The lasagna thing? I would like to shift blame of that on to Papyrus himself, and Undyne.

That's all we go for now! Throw me some questions if you got em!

#undertale au #frisk #frisk the human #frisk fanart #undertale #undertale art #digital aritst #digital art #digital painting #digital drawing #drawing #character art

[mar64ds]

Has anyone else come up with this concept for a "hard papyrus" attack: using the black squares on a crossword board as platforms and having to dodge out the way of the words as they come in the rows and columns. I imagine this would be the first attack he teaches his students, since he views said puzzles as easy overall.

ooooh this is such a cool idea, I don't think I've seen anyone do this before, puzzle-themed attacks it's a really good concept for papyrus instead of just bones or gaster blasters

#deltaruneundertale

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Deltarune x Undertale Theory: Papyrus Is A Clone & Beware Of Sans (And Fallen Prince Asriel)

first let’s point out the Crossword Puzzle or Word Search that Sans gives us to solve, but we can’t really solve it, because well all we can do is just look at it and then put it back down....there should be a way to do that puzzle one day.

anyway it comes out like this...but when you bold some of the letters...  

GIASFCLFUBREHBER NPBAVUUJJCSEOMEO IWLSNOTELEKSTMFB RLXETMONSTERMNGO PMDIAMREMAUUJHIT SCIGARSVXRSOUDCW...

which comes out as "I See Someone Better Go Diet" Sans is telling us to go on a Diet...

which if those are one of the secret words, then he is just being rude... of all the few years we have played Undertale, we finally figured out that Sans is calling us Fat....well if you think about it, they are really calling Frisk that but still....Sans is still being rude to both Frisk and The Player with that secret message.

so if this is true, and depending on how the words are mixed in that Crossword Puzzle, Sans is basically being rude to us on purpose without giving it away to Papyrus, by hiding his rude comment in a secret message.

if Sans is truly the Human-Half of Steven Universe reborn as a Magical Skeleton, someone should go tell his Mom on what he’s been doing...

and by his Mom, I mean Pearl.

 for all we know, the rock that is suppose to be Sans’s Pet Rock might be Pearl’s Gem or Pink-Pearl’s Gem, that had to be put in clay and the clay harden and became a “rock” and the reasons why Pink-Pearl’s Gem had to placed in Clay, because it is suppose to help heal her mental and emotionally wounds in her gem, that also makes up her conscious manifestation of light.

anyway there is a possibility that Sans of Deltarune has appeared in Undertale, and we just didn’t know it....

we know that Papyrus's Original name was suppose to be Times New Roman.... and he was suppose to have a fedora and have no redeeming qualities, be a creep and be a mean-spirited character. but what if it turns out that version of Papyrus still Exist, like the Memoryhead In Undertale  and even in Deltarune.

if it turns out that Sans's brother in Deltarune is "Times New Roman", then I say we call his brother Romy...

Romy’s face could look like one of the fused components in Memoryhead.

once again you would have to look really close at one of the parts of Memoryhead to see what appears to be a younger version of Papyrus.

I also notice that if you haven’t went to Grilby’s With Sans, but go to that MTT Restaurant with him, but then go back to where you can agree to go with him to Grilby’s.....he wont be there.

 but if you haven’t Saved, you can go back and still go back so you can go with Sans to Grilby.

but with the other places, like where you can get Money by pushing or kicking a snowball into a hole....

and even where you go to the area where Gyftrot is, Sans will no longer be there.

when the Riverperson is telling us to

“Beware Of The Man Who Speaks In Hands”

“Beware Of The Man Who Came From The Other World...”

they might be talking about The Other Sans....

because if you bold some of the letters that tell us to beware the man who speaks in hands...

Beware Of The Man Who Speaks In Hands,

it comes out as “Beware Of Sans....”

The Man Who Speaks In Hands & The Man Who Came From The Other World,

is most likely Sans or at least what might appear to be him...

we know that Gaster was scattered through time and space.

Gaster’s original appearance, might of been how Sans looks now.

the being he is now, could be nothing but a Hollow-Soul (which is a Soulless that can mimic a Heart Soul but has no filling in the middle and is basically a Heart Shaped Hole.) being who is stuck between life and death.

and parts of him ended up being reborn in different places through the Multiverse of Time and Space.

becoming Spamton, Jevil, and possibly other Secret Bosses In both Undertale and Deltarune.

Greg Universe could be seen as one of those pieces that were once a part of Gaster, being the part of him that got most of his full soul that ended up reforming into a “human soul” and while Steven is perhaps created by his Mom by using a fragment of her light that has a copy of her memories and was placed into a Newly Created Pink Diamond....

this could also mean that Steven would have copies of Gaster’s Memories as well, but they lay dormant in his Half-Reincarnated Self that is Greg Universe.

Greg might not be the 100% Best Dad, but he still has his moments where he is a good dad, but he still has made mistakes, and even if Pearl made mistakes at times, but she, Garnet and Amethyst did better raising Steven.

well to say they did a 100% perfect job, wouldn’t be true.

even if it is thanks to Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl that Steven is a genius...

it doesn’t change the fact that he went through trauma in the first series, and Connie’s Mom has a right to be not happy with Greg.

I mean I’m not happy with him either, after all with all the money he got from Marty and maybe if he had enough from his job at the Car Wash...

he could of tried to send Steven to the doctor when he got sick or if he broke something, like a arm or leg...

not everyone has to like Steven Universe Future, I still like it even after finding out some of the stuff that has to do with Greg’s past with his parents, and even the whole him viewing his life with them like a prison...

Greg’s Parents weren’t the only problem, and I still believe that Greg wasn’t seeing the full picture.

but his parents could of did a better job explaining their reasons for how they were trying to bring him up.

the Meatloaf might of been for his Health, the Chaperon was to make sure Greg stayed safe because there could of been dangerous stranger dangers back in the town that Greg and his Parents use to live at.

the curfews were also possibly to keep him safe as well,

and the reason why they had him take wrestling was to learn self defense.

sure they might of went about it the wrong way, perhaps by not telling Greg about the reasons why they put him through that, but not all parents are as bad as they seem.......well Moon Butterfly was still bad, even if she did love her daughter Star, but because of her idiotic shisno actions,

her own daughter ends up using magic as a scapegoat.

I still like Star Vs The Forces Of Evil, but I can’t agree with Star making magic the scapegoat for her Mother’s idiocy of getting Mina Loveberry to work for her, and then turning Mewmans into Solarian Warriors.

Magic was NEVER the problem, the problem was that most of the people in Star’s Family had misused it’s gifts, and Moon had crossed the first line in that misuse by teaming up with Mina, turning half of her citizens into Solarian Warriors and causing the death of Quirky.

we can still like a series, but can disagree with certain actions the good guys take....

I even like the Ducktales 2017 series but I don’t agree with how no one in that universe could see the emotional trauma that Bradford went through because of his Grandmother.

if he did transform into that Buff Muscle Armor version of himself because of a sword, it’s because it is a reflection of his rage that is mix of his Emotional and Mental Trauma that was caused by his Grandmother Isabella Finch.

some might think he got what he deserved, but I don’t think he was the True Villain of Ducktales 2017, the True Villain was Isabella Finch.

because she broke her own Grandson, and for what...?

for Adventure that she believed was good for him....?

it’s possible that if Louie and Donald didn’t have healthy stuff in their life, like what made them happy, like family and friends...

they could of ended up like Bradford.

Greg might of had some form of trauma, but it’s possible he wasn’t seeing the full picture with his parents on why they did what they did when he was still living with them.

my Fan Headcanon is that one of or both of Greg’s Parents had suffered from sensitive hearing, any loud sounds would be like pain to them.

and the reason why Greg isn’t allowed to have music, is because he keeps turning the volume up too loud, which was hurting his Mom or Dad or both of his parents ears.

 if Greg was a part of Gaster, he would of been the part of him that would be a mix of having a good heart but tends to be insensitive.

we can still like Greg and how he’s not perfect at times, but I can’t agree with all his actions and I think that Steven had a right to be mad at him and call him out on him being just like Rose.

I still don’t like how Greg referred to Steven as “your a Gem.”

could of said that “your Half-Gem”.....both his Human and Gem Halves would need equal care...   

anyway back to the whole Sans and eventually the whole Papyrus being a Clone.

it’s possible that Sans of Undertale and Deltarune, are one in the same...

but the Good Sans from one of the Geno-Timelines of Undertale, could of escape to the Deltarune World, with a few survivors.

Sans having 1 HP might be from him trying to protect the Human Children, and the version of him that is from Deltarune, might not have such a low HP.

but we know that if we lose a lot of HP when facing Undertale’s Toriel,

she doesn’t bother to heal us after letting us leave the ruins. 

but the “Sans” from Deltarune, might not be like the one from Undertale.

we know that besides Sans either being Ness or Steven Universe...

Sans has secrets about him that I don’t think even Papyrus is fully aware of.

Papyrus is possibly a Clone, and the Red Soul that is being used to power the underground, and is inside the generator in the True Lab...

it’s likely Papyrus’s Template’s Original Soul.

if Papyrus kept being killed in the Geno-Timelines, Sans might of taken one of the clones with him when he left for Deltarune.

the travel between the two universes might be possible, and we could view them as being “twin universes” you know like in Dragon Ball Super.

like we could view it like this, while all the Undertale AU have Error-Sans,

The AU of Deltarune have Error-Lancer.

I mean that would be hypothetical, but it would be interesting still.

but it is possible that Papyrus could be a clone of Sans’s Original Brother, who ended up in the same accident as Gaster.

 what was left of Sans’s Original Brother, was used to make clones of him in the True Lab.

Papyrus being the latest clone, who didn’t really match the original’s personality but that didn’t stop Sans from caring for him.

the clones could of been program grow up like how most human and monster children grow.

if Sans was part of Gaster, and if he was the human half of Steven who’s gem got forced out of his body and his Gem Half took too long regenerating.

it’s possible that Sans could be a mix soul of both his parents, because his soul could be different fragments merging together.

as Steven, he would have dreams where he sees the memories of his mother, so when the human half of him becomes Sans, he could have dreams of Gaster’s memories.

 Rose could of gave up her form so Steven could be born, but who’s to say that she didn’t make a new Pink Diamond and placed a part of her light and Greg’s soul into the gem.

plus the Rose we know might of been a creation made by the Original Pink, and some of the memories that had to do with Spinel was possibly locked away.    

 Original Pink Diamond, possibly made Pink Diamond II (who would later be called Rose) so she could take off somewhere or so she wouldn’t have to do all the work.

one of the reasons why Rose might of faked giving up her form, was so she could look for the Monster who made her.

if this theory were true, this would mean that the Pink Diamond that Pearl and Pink-Pearl loved so much, are two different Pink Diamonds, but one being the Mother one and the other being the Daughter who would later create Steven...

which would mean that Steven would be Pink Diamond III.

and Original Pink Diamond I, would be Steven’s Grandmother.

it’s possible the reason why Pink-Steven appears the way he does, is because his fragment might not be mature enough, having been born from Pink Diamond II’s light.

the reason why Pink-Steven’s first form was Pink and then Rose, is because it was copied memories from the forms of Steven’s Mom.

if Sans had the same thing happen to him, it could be split into two forms of light, like Gaster transforms into Greg Universe and then into Steven’s form.

and floating next to Gaster/Greg/Steven form,

would be Pink II that turns into Rose and then turns into Steven,

and the two lights merging into one and then the Steven form becoming the Sans form...

in a way, Steven would be a clone of his parents, his soul being a mix of the two.

well if it is true that Angels can reproduce Asexually, it would be possibly from fragmentation of the soul, and could end up merging with another soul, making something and someone entirely new, like Ruby & Sapphire becoming Garnet.

or if Eve and Lilith were to fuse, they would become possibly Evalith.

 well if you think about it, if Eve and Lilith share descendant daughters, they would be Evalith.....which I guess could make me a Evalith as well....

if Asexual Reproduction were possible in Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, a Partner could still be needed for it to happen.

like a fragmenting a part of themself and placing it into the surrogate, while Lilith and Stella would still be the Mothers of Charlie and Octavia, their daughters could still end up being a part of their mothers by a piece of them merging with the fragments of Charlie and Octavia’s Fathers.

but that theory might not be canon in those two shows.

I would like to talk about Stella and Stolas in the next post after this...

anyway besides the whole Steven Universe Theory thrown in this.

I believe that the Riverperson was trying to keep secret about the warning about Sans or rather the Other Sans.

Beware Of The Man Who Speaks In Hands

secretly meaning “Beware Of Sans”

could make sense in a secret code type way.                                                      

same with the possibility with Sans using a Crossword Puzzle to tell Frisk or The Player to go on a diet, which once again if he really is doing that, Sans needs to be grounded by his Mama Pearl.

but the question is that can Sans be trusted, the one who Riverperson is warning us of....?

I mean Undertale’s Toriel might seem like a good Mom, and maybe she is, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t versions of her in one of the Timelines that is secretly evil.

if Ralsei who we befriend in Chapter 1, can turn out to be Flowey who escape from one of the Timelines of Undertale, but was trapped in the Card Kingdom because of the Soulless but full of determination Body of Prince Asriel from Undertale, but is also the Ralsei in Chapter 2....

 then Toriel from Undertale could have another version of herself that knew of the dangers of sending us outside of the ruins without healing us, while the other version of herself would just forget and possibly didn’t know we didn’t eat the pie yet, and one of the other reasons why she leaves the ruins would be to heal us.

but despite the theories of Toriel still having a good version of herself, it doesn’t change the fact she obviously knows about the Resets, and she remembers everything, and if we choose to have Frisk not stay with her in the True Pacifist Ending, she even hints that she knows whats going on and possibly knows that we the Player or Frisk might choose to Reset everything back to the moment where Frisk first fell into the Underground.

for all we know, Toriel of Undertale could secretly be like Ralsei of Chapter 2.

if Ralsei of Chapter 2 was originally the one we first meet as the hooded figure in Chapter 1, but then Lancer caused them to be flung across the other side when Lancer (or one of The Lancer Quadruplets.) rod in on his bike.

then when Ralsei is seen again, it isn’t the same one, but is instead Flowey who takes the form of Ralsei thanks to the True-Ralsei the Original Hooded “Ralsei” has locked up, and when Flowey came to that world, and was betrayed by Alphys who took the human souls to the light world and left him in the dark world.

Flowey found out about Prince Asriel who has no soul but is alive and can have his body reform thanks to Chara’s Determination that ended up absorbing into his body.

 True-Ralsei entrusted Flowey to look after and help The Lightners that would soon come to the Dark World, and protecting them from the Fallen Prince from the Other World.

 True-Ralsei ends up taking a extra hat that looks like the one he wears in his cell, then he puts his soul’s essence and magic into the hat.

and having a spell on it, so whenever Flowey wears it he will become Ralsei.

if there is a Third Ralsei that is the True-Ralsei and if he is being kept prisoner by the Fallen Prince Asriel from the Other World/Undertale.

 he could of found out that Flowey is trapped in the Card Kingdom with one of the Lancer Quadruplets, the one who was sitting on the throne and who had first befriended Susie.

The Original Prince Asriel should of died, but he reformed with no soul, and in the place of the soul would be a Hollow-Soul and his body ended up being full of the determination that was from Chara.

as for what happen to his original soul, we the Player might have it, as our Proxy-Soul, but it wouldn’t just be his soul, it would also be Chara’s Original Soul as well.

meaning the Red Proxy-Soul of the Player’s of both Undertale and Deltarune, is a fusion between The Original Chara & Prince Asriel.

 the Chara we meet in the Geno Route (still haven’t been able to get that far myself sadly....) is possibly not how the Original Chara was, but for all we know they could be a creation of the New Soul’s memories of “Chara” from Asriel’s side of the soul.

Kris before the Player is made to use them as the vessel, might of been used by another entity or they could of always been Soulless before the Player came along.

but to say that Kris has always been Soulless would be untrue, the time where they ended up becoming Soulless, could of been around during accident that happen in their life, either when they were Lancer’s Age or during when Asriel was about to leave for College.

I know I had watched a theory video that has to do with Deltarune’s version of Asriel no longer being alive....

which might be true but then again might not be at all.

but what appears to be dust in the dark world in Chapter 1, when Kris and Susie first fall into the dark world.

that could be what is left of Deltarune’s version of Asriel.

but the truth could be that the Asriel from Deltarune isn’t dead, but the dust in the dark world, could be small pieces from the Fallen Prince Asriel from Undertale, or could be some Darkner Monsters that Fallen Asriel had killed to make his LV go up.

no, the accident that happen that involved Asriel and Kris, might of not been where it would cause Asriel’s death and Kris having to lie about it.

the possible truth could be that Asriel had accidentally absorbed Kris’s Soul into their body, leaving only a Hollow-Soul inside of their younger sibling.

Asriel could be trying to find a way to undo what he did, but he might not be able to do so, and what can be Kris’s new soul could be the Red Soul that came from Undertale, that is a mix of the Original Prince Asriel & Chara’s Soul.

 Noelle and Susie could of witness what happen, along with Catti, Jockington, Berdly and anyone else who was there.

Noelle could of been so traumatized that she blocked the memory out of her mind.....and the day it could of happen was on December.

and if something bad did happen to her sister Dess as well, then Noelle would have two traumas that has to do with losing her sister and witnessing Asriel accidentally taking Kris’s Original Soul.

it’s a theory, but the reason why Noelle’s Dad Rudy might be sick, might have to do with him only having half of a soul and it becoming infected by Anti-Magic.

Anti-Magic could be really harmful to those who are made up of magic, not just Monsters but also Humans who have magic in them.

Rudy might still have a whole soul and half of the it might not be missing at all.

but it doesn’t mean there isn’t a chance that his soul might of been harmed by Anti-Magic that is slowly killing him.

Omni-Healing Magic could be a way to get rid of the Anti-Magic in him, and letting him be able to get fully better.

anyway another reason why we might not be able to fully Trust Sans, could be that he is involved with what happen with The Original Prince Asriel and Chara.

that it’s possible that the red soul in the generator in the True Lab, is in fact Chara’s Original Soul, but they might of split a small part of their consciousness into Prince Asriel’s Monster Soul.

meaning that the Fused Soul that acts as the Player’s Proxy-Soul,

is Prince Asriel’s Soul having inverted to appear like a Human Soul, and because of the determination from Chara, and their Consciousness, the Yellow Monster Soul appears Red when appearing as a “Human Soul” and there is no form of consciousness of Prince Asriel in the Soul that once belong to him.

The Fallen Prince Asriel’s core mind ended up sticking with his dust and the determination that Chara had left over.

while half of him was taken to the True Lab, and became Flowey...

what was left over had reformed into a Soulless being full of Determination.

The Fallen Prince, ends up going from his original world to the dark world before Flowey and Alphys could. 

The Fallen Prince Asriel ends up meeting the True-Ralsei of The Castle Town, and when he had earned True-Ralsei’s trust, he betrays him.

at the same time, when Flowey came to Deltarune and had Alphys with him...

Alphys possibly betrays him and takes the human souls from him and heads to the Light World, but karma isn’t really on Alphys’s side.

because she ends up losing the humans souls, and they all end up being reborn into the monsters families in the Hometown.

Catti, Jockington, Berdly and Noelle end up being the human children in their past lives, one of the souls end up staying in the dark world, but ends up being reborn as one of the Lancer Quadruplets.

 the last Soul, might of been reborn much later and is part of Toriel’s Class.      

if Alphys is really from Undertale, or at least one of the Alternate Timelines of it.

it could make sense that the reason why she became a teacher, was to keep a eye on the Noelle, Catti, Jockington and Berdly who are the reincarnations of the Human Children that died in the Other World Known as Undertale.

so far Alphys only found those four, but is not able to find the other two.

the way Alphys could be able to find out they are the same as the human souls, would have to do with having the same soul wave as the ones that were brought from Undertale.

as well as each one of them showing a trait from the souls.

another way would be a Astral form of their past self taking form, like a Soul like A.I., being a copy of a memory, you know like the A.I. Fragments from Red Vs Blue being part of a Full A.I. that would be a copy of a Real Man who tried everything to bring his lost love back....

but anyway the Astral Projections that comes from the Past Life Memories from the Souls, could be seen by Noelle, Berdly, Catti, Jockington and possibly Lancer, as their Imaginary Friends.

it could turn out that Susie is one of them, being a human in a past life.

but the reason why Alphys wasn’t able to find this out, is because Susie’s Past Life Memory Self made sure not to appear when Alphys was present.

Alphys could of thought that the last human soul that was reborn in Deltarune as a Monster, might of been reborn much later and is in Toriel’s Class.

but when in fact, they were reborn as Susie and it’s possible that if Susie had a accident when she was little, her past life memories from Undertale and how she got to Deltarune, could be triggered.

but some memories could be blurry, like her Human Soul’s memories of first ending up in the Dark World.

besides the Other Sans not being able to be trusted, it is possible we can’t fully trust one of the Timeline versions of Alphys that had escaped from a Geno-Timeline of Undertale.

Flowey could of used the powers from the soul, to transport himself to Deltarune, and he brought Alphys with him.

I don’t count The Deltarune Monster-Kid, Temmie and Snowy as being the reborn selves as the human children.

we know there is secrets in both Undertale and Deltarune, and only some of the secrets were actually predicted by Fans, some by accident.

like with the whole Kris eating the whole pie, after pulling their soul out.

the whole Darkners turning into objects if they leave the Dark World and go into the Light World.                                                                                                    

so it’s possible that Noelle, Susie, Berdly, Catti, Jockington and Lancer could be the reincarnations of the Human Children that died in Undertale.

Alphys and Sans might be working together, and might want to use the reincarnated human souls that are now monsters, as  a way to study on how to use their powers for who knows what reason.

but another theory I have is that, even if it appears all Monsters are free and on the surface in Undertale, it could turn out they are just in another part of a Underground, but they believe is the surface.

and the world in Deltarune, it might turn out that the Dark World was the Original Surface World, before Monsters and Humans had to escape into the Underground World.

like them moving from Gaia and then going underground and ending up on Earth.

or it could turn out that the Dark World is in a Underground Dimension.

the Darkners could be Tulpa, and they could be from game pieces to dolls and even characters from drawings.

 so if the drawing that Kris did of their Mom were to fall into the Dark World, it would become another version of Toriel.                              

 Papyrus could still be a Clone, but it’s okay if that theory about him being a Clone and after he died, Sans took a younger clone to Deltarune to escape the Geno-Timeline.

plus it might not be that version of Sans that we are told to beware of.

it could be the Sans that Originally came from Deltarune, but is really a version of Gaster who didn’t fall through time and space, and is in a way another version of Sans and Papyrus’s Dad...?

theories can get weird and crazy, but that’s how it is sometimes.

wonder what would happen if Sans had another thing to worry about, besides worrying about if he is his Mom or Not, which lucky for him when he was Steven, he found out he wasn’t his Mom at all.

but if he had to worry about if he is Gaster or not, it be like if Papyrus has to repeatedly slap the sense back into him, all while Sans/Human Half Of Steven...

is saying “I’m My Dad” *slap by Papyrus*

“I’m My Son” *slap by Papyrus* “I’m My Dad” *slap by Papyrus*

and then Sans remembers his Gem Half and he then let’s out

“I’m My Brother” *slap by Papyrus* and it keeps going on with the whole that he is his Dad, Son and Brother until it gets down to him saying that “I’m My Sister.”

which makes Papyrus stop trying to slap the sense back into him.

well even if Steven were part of Gaster and Pink, it would be from fragmentation from what make up their souls.

it be interesting if in a Fanon way, Greg Universe was the Reincarnation of Gaster.

and well with the whole soul fragmentation and having copies of your Soul-Parents or Soul-Grandparents own memories, you can become confused if you are them or not, but the truth is that Steven and Sans are NOT their Dad or Mom, they might of been born from their souls fragmenting and merging together and being placed into a newly created Pink Diamond that Rose made, and the fragment ending up splitting into twin halves, one staying in the newly made Pink Diamond Gem and the Other going into the Organic Body.

there being a Other Sans that Riverperson tries to tell us to beware of, could be true but maybe it is just a coincidence that Sans name ends up accidentally hidden in the words Beware Of The Man Who Speaks In Hands.

I can’t be the only one who notice that just now,

I just figured that out on this August 2022....

well it take me a while to figure out that Steven Quartz Universe

has Sans’s name hidden in there as well. 

and is it weird to find hidden words in that Crossword that has nothing to do with words we are suppose to find...?

and what if it turns out Sans is secretly being a jerk to the Player,

and he really does mean it when he secretly puts it in a Crossword, that he is telling us to go on a diet.

Sans has a Mystery to him, besides the Fan Theory that he and Steven being the same, well if they are the same it would be the Human Half that would become Sans because of the Gem Half not reforming on time and when the human half dies, the Gem Half reforms and becomes the Steven we see in Steven Universe Future.

while both halves share memories, they could end up with separate memories when they end up living as Sans and Pink-Steven aka “Steven”...

the other Mystery of Sans from Undertale, is that he was possibly secretly being rude to us in the Crossword Puzzle.

and the secret words he puts in the Crossword, might change depending how we play Undertale.

I mean I guess no one has to think much of it, guess I’m just weird finding words that have nothing to do with the real words you have to find in that Crossword.  

but I guess it is strange that we could find the words “I See Someone Better Go On Diet.” in that Crossword, I guess it could of been a funny coincidence...?

but if it does turn out to be true, it means Sans is secretly trolling the Player in all Routes.

 if a AU version of Frisk figures this out, they have every right to slap Sans for saying that they need to go on a diet by having it in a secret message in the crossword.

I think I should think over about the whole Papyrus being a clone theory, the Memoryhead could of had one of the memories that belong to the previous clone that came before Papyrus, or it being partly a embodiment of some bad memories of Papyrus’s that was removed because it had involved a human named Chara.

 so yeah, might not really mean anything, but if it does turn out Riverperson was trying to warn The Player and Frisk about a Other Sans but couldn’t outright say so because the Other Sans is always watching....

and if the Good Sans is always been a little bit of a jerk at times, by placing secret messages in the Crosswords just to either mess with us or warn us.

then I guess that would be interesting, of course if he places a warning in the crossword, it might be in a neutral or geno route.

there is no need to take the theory about a Other Sans that Riverperson is secretly trying to warn us about and even the Good-Sans secretly being a jerk at times by placing secret messages in a Crossword or Papyrus secretly being a clone, too seriously or in the wrong way.

and I guess I am truly the embodiment of weird if I find the words “I See Someone Better Go On Diet” In Sans’s Crossword Puzzles.

as well as seemingly finding Sans name in Riverperson’s warning

that goes “Beware Of The Man Who Speaks In Hands”

sometimes theories make no sense even if they can be really fun to theorize.

and only some percent of theories end up being disprove and could end up fully fanon...

wonder if this means Good-Sans will have to fight a Evil version of himself or the version of his Dad that didn’t fall through time and space.

but the Other Sans could be a clone that Gaster created when he fell into Deltarune and he sent the Evil Clone there to take the form of Chara and retrieve the Red Soul so it could be placed into Kris.

maybe can talk about the possibility of Sans having a Evil Clone of himself another time.

if Papyrus was a clone, there could be clues but then again there might not be clues at all, but even if Papyrus has the sweet cinnamon roll side to him.

he still ends up taking advice from Flowey and if we tell him what we are wearing or lie about it, it’s possible Flowey will tell him the truth and end up telling Undyne what we are wearing, either it be the ribbon or some other item.   

Papyrus is either really naive or he could be pretending, well hopefully he truly is just naive and is just a precious cinnamon roll.

clone or not, he is a precious cinnamon roll that should be protected.

same with Lancer who is a precious blueberry marshmallow who if anything were to happen to him, Susie would kill everyone in both Deltarune and Undertale, and then herself.

but if Lancer is secretly a Quadruplet and all them are named Lancer because the King was too lazy to give his Quadruplet sons different names, and forgot there are more than one Lancer....

then Lancer and his brothers would be a Bunch Of Precious Blueberry Marshmallows that must be protected, or else Susie will destroy anyone who dares harm them.

but besides Lancer and his possible brothers with the same name as him, all being Precious Blueberry Marshmallows that need to be protected.

it could be possible that the Ralsei we see in Chapter 2, was the original hooded figure before the Ralsei/Flowey we meet and befriend, switches with him and how he was able to do so, is because he was knockout cold.                 

and Chapter 2 Ralsei might of been from Undertale and is the original Prince Asriel, but when he reformed, he didn’t have his soul.

the determination allows him to reform, and just like his human sibling, their very being ends up splitting.

Chara’s Soul might be used as a way to power the underground’s CORE.

and CORE could stand for Chara’s Soul Remnant Energy.

but Chara’s Conscious could of been transferred into Prince Asriel’s Soul, which would end up in Frisk when they fell into the underground.

and I guess if we do a True Pacifist Ending, The Red Soul could end up in Deltarune and having Kris’s possible Soulless body as a Vessel either way.

I like the idea that Flowey is the Ralsei that Kris first forms a Party with, but he isn’t the Original Ralsei, because the Original Ralsei is a prisoner by the Soulless Prince Asriel Dreemurr from Undertale.

 the bars that keep True-Ralsei from breaking free, could be made of magic that even he is not able to break.

so he trusts the lives of Kris and Susie to Flowey, by giving him one of his extra hats and placing some of his soul essence and magic in and casting a spell on it that will let Flowey become like him and even sound like him.

there might be only a few fans who believe Flowey is the Ralsei that we formed a party with, and it could turn out to be true, but we wont know unless it is canonically confirmed.

plus it could turn out that when wearing the hat for so long, part of the True-Ralsei’s soul essence and magic, let Flowey form a new soul and becoming True-Ralsei’s Brother in a way.

but I guess this would also make Flowey a “Twilightner” as well...

a Twilightner is a being that is like a Darkner and Lightner.

Kris could possibly be viewed as a Twilightner.

the Soulless Fallen Asriel from Undertale, could be using Kris and the Player in a plan to try to get Kris’s Brother Asriel’s Soul.

Kris and Chara could share a body, but the soul is formerly Prince Asriel’s turned into a Proxy-Soul that appears like a normal human soul.

but what soul ends up breaking as soon as your given a game over by the bosses or any of the other monsters in the game...?

the reason why our Red Soul keeps breaking whenever we get a game over in Undertale, is because it isn’t a normal human soul, and it was originally a Monster Soul but it is full of determination and the Good part of Chara’s Consciousness.

not all fan theories have to be correct, but it doesn’t mean the Red Soul that acts us the Player’s Proxy-Soul, isn’t in fact The Original Prince Asriel’s Soul but has Chara’s Good Consciousness in it instead.

and not everyone has to agree that Sans is secretly placing secret messages in the Crosswords either to mess with us or give us a warning.

plus for all we know Riverperson could be one of the Papyrus Clones and knows about the Other Sans who is suppose to be evil and was created to retrieve The Monster Soul of Prince Asriel that has been transformed to look like a Human’s Red Soul.

 theories can change and evolve as a series go, and it is fun to come up with theories and get a surprise about some of those theories being canon.                                                                  

#sans undertale #sans deltarune #sans the skeleton #papyrus the skeleton #undertale theory #deltarune theory #asriel dreemur undertale #flowey the flower undertale #asriel deltarune #ralsei deltarune #crossover theory

[viviannesmonster]

THE BIRDS AND THE BEES [CHAPTER SIX]

More puzzles

After leaving the puzzle behind, you found a station selling ice cream called "Nice Cream".

It's an ice cream popsicle with a compliment written on the stick.

Then you pushed a snowball into a hole.

Then you saw Papyrus and Sans again, standing behind a piece of paper.

"HUMAN! I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR-"

Sans cut himself off when he saw the paper.

"PAPYRUS!!! WHERE'S THE PUZZLE!?"

"it's right there, on the ground. trust me, there's no way she'll get past this." Papyrus said, lighting a cigarette.

Sans reached it up and stole it out of his fingers, and stomped it into the snow. Which made Papyrus chuckle and pull out a lollipop instead.

You stared at them for a few seconds before picking up the paper and looking at it.

It was a monster cross word.

Since you didn't have anything to write it with, you put it back down on the ground and stepped over it.

"PAPYRUS! THAT DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

"whoops. I knew I should have used today's crossword instead."

"WHAT?! CROSSWORD?! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU SAID THAT! IN MY OPINION, JUNIOR JUMBLE IS EASILY THE HARDEST."

"what? really, dude? that easy-peasy word scramble? that's for baby bones."

"UN. BELIEVABLE. HUMAN! SOLVE OUR DISPUTE!"

"Uhhh, I guess crosswords are harder?"

"YOU TWO ARE WEIRD!" Sans said before storming off, mumbling about the crosswords.

Papyrus smiled and looked down at you. "he got stumped trying to figure out how crosswords work yesterday."

You let out a little giggle and Papyrus gave you a wink before teleporting away.

You continued walking forward and found some tacos.

Frozen tacos left by Sans.

Then you met more dogs, and you were happy to pet them.

You saw Sans standing in front of a puzzle with his back turned to you.

There was a sign explaining the rules of the puzzle, and after you solved it, Sans turned around.

"WHAT THE-?! HOW DID YOU AVOID MY TRAP?! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, IS THERE ANY LEFT FOR ME???"

You were confused about what he was talking about until you remembered his tacos.

"I, uh. I left it. Sorry-"

"REALLY? WOWIE! YOU RESISTED THE FLAVOUR OF MY WONDEROUS TACOS SO THAT YOU COULD SHARE THEM WITH ME?!"

Before you could say anything, Sans smiled and sighed. "FRET NOT HUMAN! I, MASTER CHEF SANS, WILL MAKE YOU ALL THE TACOS YOU COULD EVER WANT TO SHARE WITH ME!"

Sans laughed and smiled at you. "COME ALONG HUMAM, THE NEXT PUZZLE IS JUST UP AHEAD."

You two walked together and stopped in front of the puzzle.

"THIS WAS THE PUZZLE, BUT... HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS, YOU TOOK A LONG TIME TO ARRIVE SO I REARRANGED THE PUZZLE TO LOOK MORE LIKE MY FACE!"

"HOWEVER THAT MEANS THE SOLUTION IS DIFFERENT. BUT WORRY NOT! I KNOW THE ANSWER!" Sans said, proudly putting a hand on his chest.

He lowered his hand and looked down at you. "FEEL FREE TO TRY IT OUT ON YOUR OWN HOWEVER."

You stared at the puzzle, trying to figure it out.

It did look like Sans.

Kind of.

After thinking about it, you came up with a solution to the puzzle and solved it.

"WOWIE! YOU SOLVED IT! AND WITHOUT MY HELP! INCREDIBLE! I'M IMPRESSED!"

"Thank you." You said.

"OH YOU'RE GOING LOVE THE NEXT ONE!"

Sans laughed and ran away again.

You soon caught up with him again and Papyrus was beside him as well.

"HELLO HUMAN!" Sans said. "YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE THIS PUZZLE, IT WAS MADE BY THE GREAT DOCTOR UNDYNE!"

"YOU SEE THESE TILES?"

You nodded.

"ONCE I THROW THE SWITCH, THEY WILL BEGIN TO CHANGE COLOR!"

Sans explained what each color did, but he went too fast for you to understand him.

"OKAY, UNDERSTAND?"

"Uh no-"

"GOOD!" Sans said as he threw the switch.

The tiles began to rapidly change colors before they stopped to make a path.

Sans didn't say anything, he just turned around and left.

Once he was far away enough, Papyrus laughed and turned to you.

"did you eat the tacos?" He asked.

"No, they were frozen."

Papyrus stuffed his hands into his pockets and chuckled.

"pro'lly a good thing because i don't think humans can eat glitter."

You stared at him confused. "What do you mean?"

Papyrus took the finished lollipop stick out of his teeth and tossed it into the snow. "sans makes his tacos with...a lot of glitter."

"Oh. Yeah, humans can't eat glitter."

"thought so." He said. "catch you later squirt."

And just like that, Papyrus teleported away again.

(Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day)

<-Chapter Five

Chapter Seven->

#undertale #undertale au #underswap #underswap papyrus #papyrus #papyrus x reader #x reader #self insert #female reader #love #fanfiction #undertale fanfiction

[underswitch-official]

Ch2 p4

I see a wooden bridge, a snow rock, two trees, and a burger stand with a depressed looking guy next to it. I walk up to him and say hello.

"Huh? Oh, hey, little buddy. *Sigh* I don't know why these burgs ain't selling. It's perfect weather for one of 'em. Say, wanna help a bud out and buy a burg? It's only 15 G."

My stomach growls and I nod vigorously. Burgman chuckles and hands me a burger.

"Don't worry about paying, the first five are on me."

I say thanks and wolf down the burger. It isn't bad, but not exactly good either. I buy a few more burgers and thank Burgman again.

"So long, little buddy."

I cross the bridge and see two paths, one forward and the other down. I take the second one and move on to the next section.

Sans and Papyrus are talking, and they see me immediately. Sans says, "HUMAN!!! I HOPE YOU’RE READY FOR... HUH? PAPYRUS!! WHERE’S THE PUZZLE!??!!?”

Papyrus points and says, “it's right there, on the ground. trust me, there’s no way they can get past this one on their own.”

I walk up to the piece of paper that Papyrus pointed at and look at it.

“*It’s a word search… it looks difficult, even for someone as smart as you,” Asriel says.

“Thanks, Captain Obvious,” I mutter as I try to solve it. I ask Sans for a pencil, and he says, “SORRY, FRESH OUT OF PENCILS. BUT I KNOW PAPYRUS STUFFS HIS SOCKS WITH THEM FOR SOME REASON.”

I turn to Papyrus and ask for a pencil. He reaches into his pocket and gives one to me without saying anything. Five and a half minutes later, I show Papyrus and he looks genuinely surprised.

“how in the heck did you complete it? i thought i made sure it couldn’t be finished.”

Sans, Asriel, and I gasp in shock, and Sans says, “YOU REALLY WENT AS LOW AS CHEATING TO MAKE SURE THE HUMAN WOULDN’T COMPLETE THE PUZZLE!?!??!!?!!!? MY GOODNESS, I NEVER THOUGHT THAT PAPYRUS, MY OWN BROTHER, WOULD DO SOMETHING AS WRETCHED AS THAT!”

Papyrus just shrugs and says, “they completed it anyway, so what does it matter? although, knowing this, i should have used today’s word scramble instead.”

“WHAT!? WORD SCRAMBLE!? I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU SAID THAT!! IN MY OPINION, CRAZY CROSSES IS EASILY THE HARDEST.”

“what? really, dude? that easy-peasy crossword? that’s for baby bones.”

“UN. BELIEVABLE. HUMAN!!! SOLVE THIS DISPUTE!”

Asriel whispers “*(Which is harder?)” into my ear, and I tell Sans that I think that crosswords are harder.

“HA! HA! YES! HUMANS MUST BE VERY INTELLIGENT! IF THEY FIND CRAZY CROSSES SO DIFFICULT! TYEH! HEH! HEH HEH!”

And then he runs off. I go up to Papyrus, and he says, “thanks for saying ‘crazy crosses’ just to appease my bro. yesterday, he got stumped trying to ‘solve’ the horoscope. dang, he really finds difficulty in weird places.”

I chuckle and agree with Papyrus, then go to the next section.

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Burgman's Ask box is now open!

#underswitch au

[bonetrousled]

spamfon deltarune and papyrus from udnertale 2015 they go to the mall and papyrus holds him in a little baby carrier and they go and look at all the shit in lush.and smell it. and then papyrus deposits him into one of those kids playplace things and spamtons like growling and hissing st the children and a mom comes over to papyeus and she’s like aww :) he’s so cute how old is he and papyrus looks up from his crossword and he’s like HAHA THANK YOU. HE’S 44

#txt #i’ve been awake since 12 am and i’m so so smart. this is when my good fhinking happens.

[callmemeelah]

hiya ! hope you're doing well !! could you maybe write an undertale papyrus fluff thingie if you want ? anything you want, all up to you what it's about im simply desperate for some undertale papyrus content ^-^

(thank you for writing for gender neutral readers !! it means alot💚)

Yesyesyesyesyeys

Did this and tumblr erased it i'm going to jump off a cliff.

Crosswords and cows (papyrus x gn!reader)

Warnings(?: swearing (no innocent papyrus gtfo)

You and papyrus have the weirdest relationship in people's eyes (in the best way possible) they can't believe that a tall skeleton who is always doing puzzles ended up with a human that doesn't know how to do a crossword!

"bUuuUT PAAAps.." you grabbed the skeletons arm while fake sobbing "iT'Ss DIffiCulTTTtt" you cried out as you shook your boyfriends arm

"Oh goodness gracious" after a deep breath your boyfriend grabbed the pencil and the crossword in front of you and handed it over to you.

You stared at the piece of paper and the pencil, unsure what to do, you just told him you couldn't solve it, what does he want you to do?

"Try it." He said while crossing his arms in front of his chest. He really thought that you where just joking when you said you couldn't do it, it was an easy crossword, even sans knew how to do it!

Buut, he was wrong.

2 minutes.

10 minutes.

20 minutes.

"You have to be fucking kidding me" your skeleton boyfriend looked at you with surprised and disappointed in his eyes

"I told you i couldn't do it!" You said as you gave him the paper and the pencil back, you have tried to do it, really, but you couldn't.

"Okay, okAy, l o o k. " your bonefriend signaled to the hint in the paper bellow, as he said what it said there.

"What is large, has four legs and make noices."

.

"cOWS?"

"N - yeah actually it was cows, probably" he shrugged, putting the answer in the spaces. You two ended up spending the evening doing other crosswords and puzzles so you can try to make them out by yourself.

But what you didn't know it was that it wasn't cows, it was a fucking lion.

I.. hope u like it :D? The first one was actually more decent and elaborated but tumblr erased it when it was 400 words so have this thing, love u <3

#undertale #papyrus #papyrus x reader #MeelahWrites #papyrus x y/n #papyrus x s/o #sfw #swearing

[squeiky]

!!!List of papyrus things!!!

(Update 3! mini update.)

For anyone who needs more info on the guy! Since you usually dont see alot of info about him!

A list of stuff thats just papyrus's tid bits i've collected overtime!

(Disclaimer: some things can be taken off of memory, though I did search most of the stuff up, so you dont have to worry too much. But if your feeling unsure, search it up! And correct me while your at it.)

his room doesn't play/have music.

(If you have reunited playing at enter his room, it'll disappear forever. Untill you go back and let it play again. Even without reunited, a song that plays no matter what room your in, doesn't play any music.)

Never takes off his battle body.

(According to sans, he only takes it off if he has no other choice too. Otherwise he'll just put clothes ontop of it, or just repaints it if needed. He does how ever, change his pants but never takes off the top.)

the minute "royal gaurd " is out of the picture, he's got nothing.

(It was the one thing he worked up for. When the royal gaurd disbands He says he "working hard on doing absolutely nothing". Then again this can be interpreted as papyrus does say he is working on something, despite not being a royal gaurd yet.)

He lies. (And can manipulate)

(Though he is really bad at lying, he seems to manipulate just fine, though its usually not out of malice. He gets undyne to befreind you by mentioning "challenge", which is a weakness of hers, since she never can turn down a challenge. And has lied about floweys name to her to. Has lied to sans or atleast mislead him about the things he knows about. Pretended he didn't know what a lab was during a call in hotland, but if you call him when sans isn't there, papyrus mentions the lab as if it was common knowledge instead of saying "Labrador-y?" As if he had no idea.)

Changes up his attacks

( if you get captured a few times, you see variation in his attacks. If you do it right, you can get him too skip half of his entire attack.)

Calls his own puzzles "Awful"

(This happens after battling papyrus, he says "WHO KNEW THAT ALL I NEEDED TO MAKE PALS... WAS TO GIVE PEOPLE AWFUL PUZZLES AND THEN FIGHT THEM??" This could be interpreted in many ways.)

Spikes, fire, traps, fencless bridges: are all safe for children, according to papyrus.

("EACH AREA HAS TO HAVE A PRECARIOUS BRIDGE" -bridge likely to collapse, dangerous. "ITS MANDATED BY THE GOVERNMENT. OF COURSE KING FLUFFYBOY WANTS TO UNMANDATE IT SAFER." "WHY?! WONT HE THINK OF THE CHILDREN?!)

Has "talked" with asgore before.

(Sadly, asgore and papyrus has crossed paths. Asgore advises him not to but dangerous puzzles around town, for the children. Papyrus wants to put dangerous puzzles around town, for the children. This results in them bickering over saftey laws, with papyrus usually winning.)

Tried to start a flowey fan club

(On multiple occasions calls flowey "his best freind" and shows genuine love for the little guy. He even gave flowey a little red scarf to match his, during the 5th anniversary winter alarm clock.)

Has photo-graphic memory for phone calls.

-call in the room where undyne chased you. He seems nervous, or atleast stressed out during this call. I'll leave any and all interpretation to you.)

(Ps: papyrus has bad memory, but good photographic memory?)

His disliking for grease

(Says this during a call with undyne in grillby's place. Undyne says she loves grease, and he quickly dismisses his opinion in favor of hers. Of course, papyrus HAS visited grillbys before, as the dogamy and doggeressa mention him with sans. )

Calls alphys "great"

(During the first tile puzzle, he praises alphys by calling her "THE GREAT DR. ALPHYS" )

Knows about undynes crush on alphus

(He teases undyne a few times on this, leading to the "hot voice" and "audible wink" papyrus lines. He's not oblivious to the things around him, unless he chooses to be.)

Put limes in his eyes!

(Conversation in hotland! The guy thought limes where cucumbers and stuck them in his eyes. When. He thought it wasn't working he put more limes. It burned like hell but he says it was all to have "mettaton's bishoning eyes")

Knows about mtt's eyes

(Nobody seems to know that mettaton has eyes?! Undyne confirms this fact. Papyrus is the only one who outright mentions it.)

He got mettaton to do the tile puzzle thing

(FOR SOME UNEXPLAINED REASON- mettaton was the tile puzzle robot alphys built. The puzzle robot papyrus had during his own tile puzzle. Infact, during mettaton's tile puzzle in hotland, he says that you'd is this a few hundred rooms ago. If you call papyrus, he starts rambling on all the instructions again. Hehe.)

he likes dinosaur oatmeal

(According to the undertale tumblr, flowey response to "whats papyrus's favorite food?" Is DINOSAUR OATMEAL!! YAY!)

really enjoys mtt's show and mtt in general.

(and mtt even helped him with a tile puzzle)

enjoys cars

Owns a car bed

(Want to drive one)

really freaking artistic!

(Paints a whole bridge, makes a snowpapyrus, made his own costume/battle body, built a okay replica of a sentry station)

The red book on the table in the skelebro's house is infact his!

(For specifics, the quantum mechanics book with infinite books inside of it. It isn't specified who reads it, but both brothers should be capable as jokes and puns are not out of papyrus wardrobe.)

has his own shed and tools.

(Also known as "the punishment shed, doghouse, cpature zone, guest room, a garage" or undyne's pun which was "the coolshed". Ah, to be enriched by shed puns... Wonderful.)

tried to learn the "horoscope"

(Got "stumped" according to sans)

thinks junior jumble is harder than crossword

wants a 6 pairs of hot pants and 6 pairs of legs to wear those pants

has a dream of owning a shop where he just sells flames

(Call near in waterfall, near the turtle man shop.)

He's very influential

(If he's the only one killed in a neutral run, even without undyne, a revolution will still occur. Look into it yourself if need be.)

Called himself a genius

(During the instance, where he talks to you after turning the light on in sans's room.)

Can't really tell when someones mad

(He couldn't tell when undyne was mad at him during a call. He asks us too.)

Doesn't watch anime.

(He thinks its like cartoons for babies. Jokes around with undyne for awhile before taking it all back once he knew she watched anime.-during one of the calls.)

Brutal kind of guy

(He says this himself, i don't exactly know WHY he thinks this of himself, but he does.)

Bookworm

Owns a bookshelf

(He has a book Its where his vast dictionary comes from.

Knows about the time and space manipulation tactics sans uses.

(HE KNOWS- HE MENTIONS IT WHEN HE TURNS ON THE LIGHT IN SANS'S ROOM!!)

believes you can be a better person, if you just try.

(And he's right. Even if you kill him he still believes this, beacuse well.. Its true. Undyne wont forgive you and try to kill you, sans won't fight you, bht he's still right either way)

Knows about river person

(He asks about how river person is doing. No body seems to know about river person, and its unsure if undyne knows about their prescence.)

The days in his date scene (Monday, Tuesday, weekday, Thursday,e.c.t ) changes depending on your computer. Even though the date in undertale is always Monday.

(River person has a scheduled thing that matches up to your computer date as well, but this is about papyrus, not river person.)

Weird abilities

(Flying and super speedy twirling, flying backwards. He doesn't even hide it.)

He's pretty freaking tough!

(According to undyne, the person who defeated asgore.)

His "absolutely normal attack" is a giant cluster of bones.

(In theory, his attack could be the size of the entire area, including the giant bone at the end.)

Papyrus can lower the giant bone at the end of his "absolutely normal attack"

Has Collection of bones (or was planning to make one.)

(The room behind the sink was made for.. His attacks/bones. Before toby(dog)came in and made a shrine instead.)

Is annoying dog's favorite target.

Has a cannon, spears, fire thingy, and a dog at his disposal.

(Displayed during the bridge scene)

One persistent dude.

Likes to say "NYEHEHE!"

Has alot of MTT items.

Owns makeup!

(Mtt brand of course!)

Never dated anyone before.

(He says it himself.)

owns a dating manual

Not much of a sleeper.

(To the point where he just calls sleeping "naps" which aren't that long. He outright says he's always working, so he doesn't sleep.)

Dislikes hotland

dislikes hotland x2

Dislikes hotlands puzzles

Dislikes hotlands ethics.

Doesnt know much about hotland

(Says he knows it like the back of his hand!)

Says he never taken off his gloves, so he has no idea how his hands look like.

(He wears gloves or mittens on top of his gloves. And refuses to take it off, like his "battle body")

Calls hotland's steam puzzles garbage.

Dislikes hotlands conveyors

Thinks L1 and R2 stand for left and right

( Of course, it takes him awhile. He starts making puns, and tries to compare the words to pasta, and THEN comes to the conclusion that its left and right. Its Trail and error.-)

Knows about death.

(Said he wanted to meet death one time during a waterfall call.)

He pauses when speaking as a lost soul.

("I MUST CAPTURE A HUMAN! THEN EVERYONE WILL. ...." This is unusual as he is the only one that pauses. This can be interpreted, but it is rather interesting nonetheless)

Alright this is a bit more interpretive. Things may not be 100% facts down here.

Disclaimer: i will be putting "Interpretive" in red coloring for things that have may my interpretation or opinions in! Please do be mindful in your search, and take it with a grain of salt. It doesn't make it comepelty wrong, it has facts! Just muddled with oppinions.

Ready?

self-worth problems.

( can be called interpretive: He always feels very unimportant, as if he doesn't actually matter. During a call in waterfall, with the puddle hallway, papyrus talks about not letting it "get to you" or something along the lines of that. Since undyne speaks from her experience with the puddles, then i'd assume papyrus would too.)

(I think its just a sign of self doubt or insecurity. Someone once said its dysphoria, which is a cool headcannon for paps or something. What ever it is, he has some demons that he doesn't want to let out.)

Forgetable.

( according to the genocide description)

( Interpretive: Other than that, he's not even noticable. Though, there are a few people that appreciate him, most dont really acknowledge him. Unless you kill him of course!)

Sad/depressed?

( interpreitive as well:Before the human showed up, sans explains how his brother was feeling quite down lately. We see a.. Happier side of papyrus through out our journey.. He vents out to us, the player/human, about things he dislikes, or troubles he faces. Hes like a froggit. Life is hard for a froggit.)

Smiles through things.

("This is where I tried to capture you! What a bad memory." -quote he says as he smiles through it all. He does have a sad emote, but so far i have only seen it during a call in hotland, where the CORE was shown. As your adventure is coming close.. To an end.)

Uses his playful "OUCH!" emote when you straight up kill him. Instead of his hurting/in pain emote when flowey catches him off guard before absorbing everyonesones souls.

(The reason is unkown, but that emote is normally associated with more of "light taps." Examples are, toriel's fireballs at asgore and flowey. Unless... Cutting off his head was considered a "light tap" then, but flowey wrapping him in painful vines is considered more painful than getting his head chopped off and still having enough consciousness to joke about it.)

He knows his cooking sucks and that nobody likes it.

(He's not naive. He knows. He even says it. "Nobody has like my cooking before!" - QUOTE. This isn't some hidden fact. He's trying his best, "mabye next year, he might even make something edible." -sans quote.)

That was all the stuff i gathered for now.

Feel free to tell me anything i haven't added! :)

yeah, hes a pretty cool dude, ain't he?

(Edit: i've added some new things to the bunch, and fixed/deleted ome opinions or unrelated junk. Please, continue helping me add!)

#papyrus #papyrus quote #undertale #undertale facts 101 #sans and papyrus

[mtt-metal-crusher]

4,5,6 and 8 for the ask!

4. What physical trait do they love most about each other?

Metatton loves Papyrus' strong hands. Papyrus loves Mettaton's ass legs! It's pretty simple.

5. Already answered!

6. What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other?

Whenever Mettaton sees a puzzle lying around- like a crossword in a newspaper - it always makes him think of his boyfriend (and how much he hates crosswords fdjkfdskfh) occasionally he'll bring a newspaper home with him just so he can give Papyrus the puzzle section.

8. Do they get along with each other's family?

Does Mettaton even get along with Mettaton's family? I imagine if Mettaton was on better terms with them, Papyrus would get along amazingly with them! Mettaton does not gel as well with Sans, not because of any hostility but through sheer personality clash- being a lazybones just doesn't fit into the MTT-brand-lilfestyle! They still don't get along horribly, however, especially when Sans cracks out the baby photos of Papyrus.

#papyton #sorry if some of my sentences are offf #i couldn't tell you how sleepyhead i am