#Did not mean for that toriel to turn out that cute. It's not my usual style for her but I'm kinda digging it

[carlyraejepsans]

cringe gaymers hanging out. don’t know why but sans always seemed like a rhythm games fan

BONUS:

#undertale #alphys #sans #toriel #Did not mean for that toriel to turn out that cute. It's not my usual style for her but I'm kinda digging it #srsly tho rhythm game freak sans lmao. are you gonna tell me I'm wrong? #He shreds ass at guitar hero #He's nonchalant about it but he is basically unbeatable. Only person who ever made him sweat for it was undyne #And you KNOW what her battle is like #he’s one of the best FNF players out there but he only plays his own mods. no not mods he made himself. I mean mods that put him in the gam #And alphys.... Alphys is alphys. Nothing more to say #myart

[real-kastek]

Darkened Drabbles: Chapter 7

Grounded

(Prompt: Susie & Kris, already official, get into trouble. Susie freaks out that Toriel won't let them date.)

"…think we can make it to the door?"

"I'm right here, punk."

Susie slinks back down in her chair, grumbling.

You watch as Undyne casually flips through her magazine, boots resting atop her desk, "Already called your parents, just gotta sit tight for a bit."

You sigh, watching as the dragoness at your side hides under her mane.

"Come on! You're the one always telling me I should 'stay in school' and everything!"

Undyne shakes her head, gaze unbreaking from the weight-lifting magazine in her hands, "I didn't mean for you to break into the school in the middle of the night, kid. Now relax, I'm not arresting you or anything. Just wanna make sure you two aren't getting into any more trouble tonight."

You lean back in your chair, the cheap plastic squeaking from underneath. The plan was solid enough. Slip through a window you left unlocked, hop into the Dark World, then spend the rest of the evening…doing whatever it is you were going to do. Battle in the dojo? Try to figure out how Ralsei gets cake from that cauldron?

Your eyes narrow. Maybe asking him would be simpler.

"But…!"

You peer over, the dragoness having seemingly been drained of her usual fervor. She begins slumping down, surrendering to the inevitable.

You reach over, squeezing her shoulder gently, "Hey."

She glances up, amber eyes peering through.

"It's alright. We'll just hang out later, okay?"

A pitiful frown flashes across her maw, "I know…just wanted to have some time together." She sighs, "Like, just us. I don't know, hasn't been much time lately with all the school project stuff."

Your eyebrows raise, realization dawning on you. You may not have had a clear plan hopping into the Dark World, but it seems Susie did.

You smile weakly, "…maybe you could come over tomorrow?"

"…no project?"

"No project. Just dumb movies and cheap popcorn."

She pauses, gears turning in her mind, "Fine, but don't hog the blanket this time." She snorts, "And no falling asleep on me. Couldn't get up for like, three hours last time."

You roll your eyes, "Could've just woke me up."

The dragoness sinks deeper down, buried further under the dark mane, "…'s cool. Cute when you snore."

You hear a groan as Undyne slams her magazine down, "Gah! You guys are too…sweet! Ugh…" She leans forward, resting her head on her fist, "…look. You two aren't gonna be running around tonight, got it? Going straight home, no stops, nothing else, understood?"

You silently nod your head.

"Fine. Get out of here. I'll call your parents and say it was some stupid mis-"

"KRIS DREEMURR!"

You squeeze your eyes tight. So close.

"Young one, I believe I was told you would be spending the evening at your father's shop. I did not expect to be driving over in the middle of the night after a call from the chief of police! Do you realize how worried I was?! To suddenly receive a call from the authorities and your name comes up?"

You open your eyes, straining under the barrage.

"I understand you and your…friend, are very close these days." Toriel pinches the bridge of her nose, "But this is inexcusable. Breaking and entering? Lying? Had I known this kind of behavior would become the norm, I would have never-"

You wince, her words cutting off before the final blow was dealt.

Your mother shakes her head, "No matter. Come, the car is still running outside. We will discuss this later."

You swallow sharply, "Mom, I'm the one that suggested we go to the school and-"

"My child, we will discuss this later."

You rise from your chair, eyes briefly meeting a surprisingly withdrawn Undyne, her hands buried in her lap. You turn back to the dragoness, flashing a smile back to her, the weak grin soon fading as you notice the girl shuddering ever so slightly.

"I apologize for the disturbance officer. I will ensure they return home and that there are no further behaviors of this kind."

Toriel gently places a hand at your back, hurrying you out from the police department and into the dead of night. You shamble over to the humming red van, pulling open the side door to the heated inside. You take a deep breath as your mother settles in, avoiding her gaze, instead looking back out through the window to where Susie continued to sulk inside.

The car begins to rumble, dragging down the road back home.

"…Kris."

You rest your head on the side of the window, watching houses pass by.

"You know I only want the best for you, my child. But this…" She sighs, "I understand you are quite taken with the young lady, but you need to make better choices. If she is telling you to behave in such a way and asking you to break into-"

"It's not her fault! I already said it was my idea..." You bark, "She's not a bad person. She's…really nice actually. She's caring, and funny, and she's protected me before and…I really like her." You bite the bottom of your lip, "She doesn't care that I'm weird or anything. She's just a good person, and she makes me happy."

You risk a glance back over to your mother, an exhausted look twisting her features, "I know, my child. I know you care; you have a big heart. But I don't think Susie is a very good influence on you. I think…" Her voice quiets, "I don't think you should be seeing her right now."

"What?! No, that's not-"

"Kris, please. We can discuss this further once you've had time to rest and calm down." The car comes to a stop, lights ahead reflecting from within your home, "For now, please go to your room."

You stare back, anger rising in your throat. You shake your head, throwing open the car door and stomping back inside your home. Within moments you're back to your room, slamming the door shut, sliding back down against the frame behind you. Your breaths come out painfully, each shuddered gasp twisting in your chest. You just wanted to go to the Dark World, just wanted to see Ralsei and the others. Just wanted to spend time with your friends and not think about everything else in the world.

You just wanted to spend time with the girl you loved.

You feel a buzzing at your side, the dull vibrations tugging your mind back from the flood of emotions. You angrily dig through your pocket, sliding your cell phone out as it blinds you in the darkness of the room.

-'1 New Message'

You slide up on the device, carefully navigating through the menu as the phone creaks in your hand. A familiar name darkens the screen, the deep purple text slowing the thoughts in your mind.

-'hey u gud ?'

Your fingers dance across the screen.

-'I'm okay. Did your dad pick you up?'

The phone buzzes once more, your eyes glued to the screen.

-'nah undeen let me off. she called and told them it was cool.'

You sigh, bringing yourself back fully as the phone rattles in your hand.

-'wat abt u? ms toriel seemed prty mad.'

-'She was. I'm probably grounded till the end of the year.'

-'dam that sucks. think i can still come over tmmrw?'

You stare up at the dark ceiling, light barely pouring through the window, steeling yourself.

-'I'm not sure. She said she doesn't want us hanging out right now.'

Even typing the words tied your stomach in another knot.

-'thats not fair! tell her im sorry and that it was my bad! plz kris i dont want her angry at you and'

You watch the ellipses float underneath the message, waiting.

-'i miss u.'

Your head flops back into the door at your back. Doesn't matter how many times you saw the poorly spelled words; it still made your heart jump in your chest.

You begin typing once more.

-'I'll convince her somehow. It'll be okay, I promise. I miss you too, I'm not going anywh-'

"Kris, are you still awake?"

Your hand curls around the phone, quickly pressing against the side as the screen goes dark, "Y-Yeah, I'm-" You grimace, "…I'm heading to bed now."

You drag yourself up seconds before the door creaks open, your mother's face peeking through.

"I will need your phone before I go to bed for the evening."

You choke, "W-What? Mom, come on, please-"

"Just for now. You may have it back during school hours for emergencies, but I think you need some time to focus on other, more important matters." Toriel's eyes narrow into you.

Your face sours as you slowly hand the device over, Toriel nodding solemnly.

"Goodnight my child. Please get some rest and we will speak in the morning. I love you."

You stare down at the ground, the door gently creaking shut moments later. Your chest tightens once more as you fall back upon your bed, curling into the feathery pillow. Your eyes begin to flutter closed, exhaustion of the day sweeping into you. You'd convince her. You'd explain. Tomorrow.

---

Your eyes squeeze shut, a tapping sound echoing in the distance. You blink once, twice, clearing the blurriness in your vision. Another tap. You flip over, staring towards the moonlit floor as you use your sweater's sleeve to wipe the sleep from your eyes.

*THUNK*

You jump, freezing in place.

"…hey!"

No. Any other time but…right now? At…

You peer over at the clock.

2 AM?!

"Open the window already, it's freezing out here!"

You roll your eyes, scrambling out from the dense bedspread. With a sharp jerk, you throw open the window, coming face to face with a dopey, fang-laden grin.

"…seriously?"

She hops through the window, effortlessly moving from the tree branch, to your roof, now inside your room.

"Well, you didn't answer my text so…" She brushes away a number of leaves, "Got worried."

You sigh, a weak smile painting your features, "If my mom wasn't going to kill me before…"

"Niiiice, you get two beds to yourself?" Susie smirks, pacing around the room.

"Oh yeah, totally. I just switch between them whenever I'm feeling adventurous." You cross your arms, stifling a chuckle.

"…uh-huh." The dragoness quickly wraps you in a hold, burying your face against her, "'s cold out there. You're warm."

You struggle for a moment, popping through her encircled arm, breath catching as she hastily buries her maw in your neck.

"U-Uh, well-" You stutter.

"…missed you." She nestles further, holding you close to her chest.

"…missed you too."

"But seriously, it's cold as hell out there."

You suddenly feel yourself being yanked to the side, tumbling into the still-warm bed behind you. Scales brush against your face as Susie wraps herself into your blanket, throwing the dense cover up and over with a satisfied huff. You feel claws gently dance across your back, sweeping you further into her embrace. Her breaths paint your neck as you reciprocate, looping your arms around her and past her dense jacket.

"…better?"

You smirk, eyes fluttering once more, "Better."

You'd convince your mom. And if you couldn't…

You lean up, pecking the dragoness on the check, a dull purr rumbling out.

…well, that wouldn't really stop you anyway.

---

"…ris?"

Your eyes strain, consciousness fading back in. A gentle knock could be heard, seemingly miles away, yet closer with every moment.

"Kris? I made breakfast and…"

Your eyes shoot open, a dull snore blowing through your hair from above.

"My child, I know you may still be upset, but I wanted to say I understand how important your friends have been for you these days." She pauses, the sound muffled through the door, "I may not see things the same way, but I am happy for you. But we need to discuss this behavior."

You panic, attempting to pull away from the slumbering dragoness. You pull an arm away, try to bring your leg up, even simply move your head. Nothing. You were in a vice-grip, locked in. Buried.

"…Kris, honey? Are you awake?" You hear the doorknob rattle, "I'm not mad sweetheart, and I want you to know you can still see your girl…friend. But you simply can't be breaking into-"

The doorknob twists open.

You close your eyes.

…

There were worse ways to meet your end.

#fanfic #deltarune #krusie #romance #friendship #kris x susie #kris dreemurr #susie deltarune #undyne #toriel

[writingfeatherduster]

Idk if this is a good prompt but im always a sucker for clothes swap fluff so 👉👈 smth with grillby wearing sans’ jacket maybe?

This is so freaking cute. I might have to write like, three alternate versions of this.

Once again, I think I strayed a bit from expectation writing this one. Also, it’s entirely off-season. And I think I got a bit sloppy at the end, so I apologize for that. If you can’t tell, I don’t think very highly of my own writing. In any case, here’s the one-shot that nearly turned into multiple chapters!

Grillby Looks Good In Blue

Word count: 4961 Summary: When it’s revealed that Grillby doesn’t have a Halloween costume, Frisk comes up with a great idea.

Grillby had never been particularly festive. Even after opening his new bar on the surface, the ‘holiday spirit’ people talked about continued to elude him. The older members of his family didn’t celebrate many holidays, and what celebrations they did have were never more than another family gathering. He enjoyed them, of course. Any opportunity to see his brothers and niece was a welcome one! But he’d never decorated his bar or hosted any sort of seasonally themed party. So, when he learned about the human holiday of ‘Halloween’, he didn’t plan to come up with a costume.

(He planned to close early and hand out candy, of course. He had a soft spot for children.)

The night before Halloween, Grillby’s bar was lively with excited monsters and humans alike. The anticipation for the big night was palpable as people chattered among themselves, talking about their costumes, the best places to get candy, and parties that were going to be held. The sun had only just started to set when the bell above the door rang, a familiar family of monsters entering with a single human child.

“Welcome back,” Grillby greeted with a small smile. The whole gang was there- Toriel, Frisk, Alphys, Undyne, Papyrus, Sans… even Asgore was there. Sans and Frisk made a beeline for the bar while the rest of the group discussed seating arrangements. Grillby started pouring a glass of apple juice for Frisk automatically, placing it in front of them as the child struggled up onto a barstool. “It’s good to see you all again. What’s the occasion?”

Sans shrugged and hopped up into his usual seat. “Well, we’re gonna have a little All Hallows Eve Eve party while we put the finishing touches on everyone’s costumes. Thought that since we’re all here, it’d be nice to go out to eat together. It was mostly Frisk’s idea.”

Grillby chuckled. “Well, I think it was an excellent idea. Now, what can I get the two of you started with?”

The night wore on with plenty of food, drinks, and laughter as everyone caught up with each other. Frisk and Sans went back to sit with the others during dinner, but when it was time for dessert, Frisk was right back up at the bar to talk with Grillby. They were excited to tell him about their costume. “Guess what I’m going as for Halloween!” they demanded, bouncing on their stool.

Grillby set a piece of cake in front of Frisk as he carefully monitored the stool’s stability. “I don’t know, what?”

“Nooooo,” Frisk whined, “That’s not how it works! You have to guess!”

“Alright, alright.” He pretended to think for a moment, tapping his chin. “You’re going to be… adorable,” he teased, ruffling their hair.

Frisk laughed, pushing his hand away. “No, I’m not! I’m going to be scary!”

Grillby shook his head. “Forgive me for being unable to imagine that. What scary thing are you going as, then?”

Frisk was unable to contain their excitement any longer, jumping up on the stool. “I’m going to be a zombie!” they yelled. As they did, the stool teetered beneath them.

Ding! You’re blue now!

Grillby had reached out and grabbed Frisk by the shoulders at the same time Sans turned them blue and levitated them, the unbalanced stool the child was sitting on hitting the floor. Sans walked up to the bar and righted the stool, chuckling as he found a seat of his own. “Careful, kid. Don’t want you partying too hard now.”

Frisk gave both of them a sheepish grin as they were set back on their stool, looking up at Grillby. “Sorry. Anyway, as I was saying, I’m going to be a zombie for Halloween. It was Sans’s idea!” They shoveled a big bite of chocolate cake in their mouth as they looked at the skeleton.

“Yeah,” Sans said with a shrug. “I mean, a supernatural being that keeps coming back to life no matter how many times you’ve killed it? It seems appropriate.”

Grillby wasn’t sure what Sans meant by that, but at that point, he was used to it enough to not bother asking. He turned to Frisk and poured them a glass of milk to go with their dessert. “Well, make sure Sans sends me a picture. I’m sure it will look great.”

Frisk nodded eagerly, taking the glass of milk and drinking half of it in one go. Grillby offered them a napkin before they could wipe their mouth on their sleeve. Frisk took it, scrubbing at their face and smiling up at him. “So,” they asked, “What’s your Halloween costume gonna be?”

“Oh, I’m not really doing anything for Halloween,” Grillby responded as he moved to wipe some crumbs from his bar. “I will be handing out candy, though, if you’d like to stop by.”

“You don’t have a costume?!” Apparently, in Frisk’s mind, this was a horrible tragedy. “But everyone put a costume together! Even Sans made one!”

Papyrus, overhearing this, looked up from where he’d been enjoying a plate of pasta with chocolate sauce. “Wait, Sans, you actually made a costume?! I thought you said you were just going to buy one!”

Sans shrugged. “Yeah, well, everyone else was making their own. Besides, the costume I came up with is a piece of art. You can’t get that at a store.”

Frisk didn’t look impressed. “Sans, your costume is literally a shirt with the word ‘life’ written on it and a bowl of lemon drops.”

“Well, I didn’t really have much to work with. You know what they say- when life gives you lemons…”

Papyrus groaned. “SANS THAT DOESN’T COUNT AS A COSTUME AT ALL!”

Grillby chuckled from behind the bar, fond. “I think it sounds very you, Sans.”

Sans grinned up at him. “Heh, at least someone appreciates my talents. Anyway, Grillbz, the kid is right. It’s our first Halloween on the surface. You gotta do something more than just hand out candy.”

Apparently, everyone was listening at that point, because that was when Alphys stood up. “O-Oh! If, um, if you still n-need a costume, I, uh… w-well I have some material l-leftover from making mine and Undyne’s! I’m sure we can- um- c-come up with some ideas, haha…”

“That sounds like a great idea,” Toriel chimed in. “You should join us for our costume-making party tonight, Grillby. Then you can accompany Frisk with us for trick-or-treating.”

Grillby adjusted his glasses, a bit flustered by all the sudden attention. “I-i wouldn’t want to intrude…”

Undyne laughed, getting up. “Too late, fire dude! If Frisk says you need a costume, then that’s that. Now let’s close this joint and get going already!”

As Undyne and Papyrus began rounding people up and making them go home so Grillby could close the bar, the fire monster chuckled to himself. Maybe, just this once, he could have a little more fun with a holiday.

It felt odd, being in Toriel’s house. Grillby considered the others his friends, but he’d never actually hung out with any of them outside the bar before. Everyone was gathered in the living room, where multiple old bedsheets had been spread on the floor and furniture. The group spread out around the living room as they helped each put finishing touches on their designs with hot glue and paint. “The bedsheets are a clever idea,” Grillby commented lightly as he took a cup of tea from Toriel (he didn’t have the heart to tell her that he usually didn’t drink tea. It was basically just hot flavored water).

The motherly monster smiled, sitting in an armchair and watching the scene in front of her with a fond look in her eye. “Dr. Alphys suggested it. She’s very good at arts and crafts!”

“Speaking of arts and crafts,” Sans interjected from his spot on the couch, “It’s time to figure out what Grillby’s costume is going to be.”

Alphys had a lot of ideas. “Oh! Y-you could go as a gender-bent v-version of Sailor Mars! Or maybe, um, if you c-can burn blue for- for the evening you could go a-a-as Rin Okumura from Blue Exorcist! Oh, I b-bet you could m-make a great Kyoya! Uh, from O-ouran Highschool Host Club?”

...Grillby didn’t understand what she said, but was flattered anyway. Kind of.

Sans decided to step in and rescue Grillby before Alphys put him in cat ears. “While those are all good ideas,” he said thoughtfully, “Maybe we should think of something that we can, y’know, throw together overnight? Plus I’m pretty sure all those characters wear like fancy clothes and stuff. That’s what Grillby wears already. Hardly counts as a costume.”

Papyrus stood up specifically so he could put his hands on his hips. “Well the whole point of a costume is to dress up for the evening! What is Grillby supposed to do? Dress down?”

That gave Frisk an idea. They got up, walking over to Grillby and pulling on his arms to make him stand up. “Come here for a second!” Then, they went and grabbed Sans, pulling him to stand next to Grillby. Frisk took a couple of steps back, rubbing their chin in thought as they inspected the two side-by-side. Apparently, they liked what they saw, because they smiled. “Hey Sans, do you mind if I change your costume a bit?”

“Uhhh, what are we talking about when we say ‘a bit’?” Sans asked, unsure of where Frisk was going with this.

Alphys seemed to catch on, because anyone who has read lots and lots of fanfiction can guess where this is going. “Ohhhh, that’s g-genius, Frisk! But, u-um, Grillby’s a lot taller than Sans.”

Frisk’s smile only widened, the plan coming together in their mind. “Sans’s jacket is big enough! And I’m sure we can find him a white T-shirt that’s big enough!”

The skeleton waved a hand at them, interrupting. “Sans’s jacket is big enough for what?”

Frisk and Alphys shared a mischievous look. Sans looked up at Grillby (who was still confused and clueless) and came to a terrible realization.

He was going to have to tie his shoes for once.

 “Do I really have to keep the shirt tucked in?”

“Yes! Grillby always has his shirt tucked in!”

“A-and don’t- don’t slouch. You have to, um, g-get into character!”

“When did this go from a Halloween costume to full-on cosplay?”

Sans tugged at his suspenders as he inspected the completed outfit. Somehow, Frisk and Alphys had managed to find a white button-up, dress pants, and dress shoes to fit Sans. Grillby’s suspenders could be adjusted down to fit Sans, and bowties tended to be one-size-fits-all, so Sans got to wear the real deal in those departments. Finally, Toriel had taken the lenses out of an old pair of reading glasses she didn’t use and set the frames on Sans’s skull (Frisk taped the sides since Sans didn’t have ears).

The skeleton couldn’t help chuckling. “Man, no wonder Grillby is pretty fit. Getting dressed in this stuff is a whole workout.” It didn’t look bad, though. He glanced upstairs, where Papyrus and Toriel had whisked Grillby away for his ‘transformation’. Sans had already managed to get fully dressed, and his usual outfit was way simpler than Grillby’s. What was taking so long?

The others seemingly had the same thought. Undyne crossed her arms, walking to the base of the stairs. “HEY PAPYRUS! WHAT’S THE HOLD UP?!” she yelled through the house.

Papyrus cracked the door to Toriel’s room open for a moment. “JUST BE PATIENT, UNDYNE!”

Toriel pushed the door the rest of the way open, sighing. “Please, both of you, no shouting in the house. We… had a minor issue with finding a T-shirt, is all. Grillby is changing in my bathroom, he’ll be down in a moment.”

Just then, Papyrus spotted Sans, eyesockets widening. “OH MY GOD! Sans, you actually have style for once!”

“Heh, thanks, I guess…” Sans felt nervous, for some reason. What if Grillby thought he looked dumb? What if Grillby got really uncomfortable with this idea? What if he got mad? Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to force him to-

The door to Toriel’s room opened again, a warm light filling the hall. If Sans could have blushed, he would have.

Sans’s shorts were wide enough around the waist to fit Grillby, although they didn’t quite go down to his knees. The old white shirt Toriel had found him was a bit more form-fitting than the ones Sans usually wore, clinging near his waist and the center of his chest. Amusingly, Sans’s slippers were a bit too big on the fire monster, if the way he had to shuffle in them to get them to stay on was any indication. What got Sans, though, was the jacket.

Sans’s hoodie fit Grillby perfectly. 

Grillby had shot Papyrus a questioning look when he was handed Sans’s jacket, still unsure about the whole thing. “Will this even fit me?” he asked skeptically. “I’m quite a bit taller than Sans.”

“Well, it’s very big on Sans,” Toriel pointed out. “Just try it on. I’m sure we can go find a cheap blue hoodie in the morning to complete the look if that doesn’t fit.”

Papyrus nodded. “Or if it smells too much like ketchup for you to bear!”

The bartender still wasn’t sure, but it couldn’t hurt to just try it on, right? Blushing a bit under the attention the other two were giving him, he shrugged on the blue jacket. Papyrus was right, it did smell a little like ketchup. But…

As the weight of the fabric settled around his shoulders, something in Grillby relaxed. The fabric that lined the inside of Sans’s jacket was surprisingly soft, and the sleeves were just long enough that if Grillby wanted to, he could pull them over his hands. The fire monster’s face grew hotter, a bright blush spreading across his cheeks. He was wearing Sans’s clothes. He was wearing Sans’s jacket. He wrapped his arms around himself without thinking, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. When he opened them again, he found that Toriel and Papyrus were both staring at him. He shifted a bit, fiddling with the hoodie strings. “...wh-what? Is something wrong?”

After a long moment, Toriel smiled, raising a hand to her mouth in an attempt to hold back laughter. Papyrus tilted his head, entirely bemused. “Grillby, why did you turn blue? Is it that overwhelming? I told Sans he needed to wash that old thing more often!”

Toriel lost her composure, laughing softly. “That’s not what it means when a fire monster turns blue, Papyrus.”

“W-wait, I’m what-?!” Grillby ran back into Toriel’s bathroom. Sure enough, the blush on his cheeks had turned a vibrant blue, along with some of the flames that made up his hair. “Oh. Oh no.”

“‘Oh no’ what?! I don’t understand! Ms. Toriel, why are you laughing?!” Papyrus frowned, unhappy at being left out of the loop. 

Toriel was all too happy to clarify. “Fire monsters blush differently than other monsters. The flames that make up their faces change temperature depending on the emotion. When they’re embarrassed, they may turn red. When flustered, a brighter orange. The most dazzling display, though, is when a fire monster is-”

“You can’t tell Sans!” Grillby suddenly cried out, nearly shouting it. He went back into the bedroom, willing himself to calm down. “Fuck, I can’t let him see me like this…!”

Toriel decided to let the language slide, focusing on calming Grillby down. “It’s alright,” she said soothingly, “We won’t tell him. You should tell him yourself.”

Grillby shook his head. “No, no no no no no. Sans can’t know about this. It’s entirely inappropriate, and it would ruin everything we already have-”

Toriel held up a hand to stop him. She tilted her head a bit, concerned. “Now why would it be inappropriate? You’re adults. If you both consent to a relationship, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Don’t phrase it like that,” Grillby groaned. “It’s- I’m a fire elemental and he’s a skeleton. We’re not going to be compatible.”

Toriel frowned at that. “Now that’s an outdated mindset and you know it,” she huffed. “You like him, don’t you? I’m sure even if he didn’t like you that way, you could still be friends after telling him.”

“Like him in what way?!?!” The Great Papyrus interrupted, starting to get irritated that the author seemed to keep forgetting he was there.

Toriel looked at Papyrus, then sighed, smiling a bit as she looked back at Grillby. Grillby groaned again, hanging his head in defeat. “Fire monsters turn blue,” he mumbled, “When they’re in love.”

Papyrus took a moment to process that. Grillby was in love… he’d turned blue when he put Sans’s jacket on… Oh! The pieces clicked in his skull. “HOLY FU-”

“LANGUAGE!”

Grillby took a deep breath as he walked down the stairs, trying to stay calm and, more importantly, stay cold. Sans would probably say I just need to ‘chill out’. Or be ‘cool’, Grillby thought to himself, his awkward smile becoming a bit more genuine in amusement. He stepped into the living room, holding his arms out in a sort of ‘Ta-da!’ motion. Frisk started clapping while Alphys took pictures, both of them far more excited about the outfit change than they should have been.

“Well if it isn’t the ‘hottest’ new fashion trend, Grillby casual.”

Sans caught Grillby’s attention, the fire monster turning to look at him. “Ha, funny, Sans,” is what he said on the outside. On the inside, he was screaming. Stay chill stay chill stay chill stay chill god damn it now that terrible joke is stuck in my head holy shit just stay chill! 

“Y-you look nice,” Grillby managed to stammer out. “I never thought I’d see you wear a tie that wasn’t printed on the shirt.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Sans replied with a wink. “So I guess it’s decided then? We’re going as each other for Halloween?”

Grillby nodded, barely trusting himself to speak. “I suppose so…”

Frisk jumped up on the couch. “WHICH MEANS YOU HAVE TO GO TRICK OR TREATING WITH US!!”

The next several minutes were filled with Toriel lecturing Frisk about jumping on furniture and yelling in the house.

The next day, the whole group met at Grillby’s to get ready, taking advantage of the fact that the restaurant had a total of four bathroom stalls. Grillby volunteered to put his costume on last, soul thrumming with anxiety. He was sure that the evening was going to be the hardest evening of his life (oh, the things he put himself through for Frisk’s sake).

Grillby was far from unaware of his feelings for Sans. He’d had a bit of a crush for a long time, and in the time since they’d been released from the Underground, that affection had only grown. There was just something about the skeleton that made him want to sit and talk with him forever. It would never work out, though. Relationships were complicated, and Grillby didn’t want to mess up what he already had. If he made a move and it didn’t work out, it would be hard to go back to just being friends. Needless to say, Sans’s new ability to turn Grillby’s flames blue without even being in the room was a huge problem.

“Hey fire dude, your turn!” Undyne pulled Grillby from his thoughts, thrusting the bartender’s costume into his arms. “Hurry up and get changed! It’s almost time to get going!”

Grillby nodded, a bit overwhelmed all of a sudden. “R-right. I’ll be back in a moment.”

He took his time getting dressed, carefully monitoring his temperature. For the most part, he was fine. He could forget that he was dressed as his favorite skeleton, even be amused by it. There was no problem at all… until he got to the jacket.

Slipping on Sans’s hoodie, Grillby felt his temperature immediately rise. He was never cold, but he could still appreciate that the jacket was comfortably warm. Between the smell and the weight, if he closed his eyes he could almost imagine Sans had his arms around him. 

Oh god, there was no way he was going to make it through this night.

Cautiously stepping out of the bathroom stall, Grillby looked in the mirror and confirmed what he already suspected. That bright blue tint had returned to his face. He took a deep breath, willing it away, but some of the flames that formed his hair and cheeks wouldn’t cool off. The traitorous streaks of heat flickered and Grillby felt like he was being mocked. 

The door to the bathroom suddenly opened and Grillby panicked, pulling up the hood of the and ducking his head to hide his face. Glancing to the side, he wanted to scream. Of course, it was Sans.

Sans looked worried, dress shoes clicking on the tile floor as he walked over. “You okay, Grillbz? You’ve been in here for a while. I was starting to get worried.”

“I-i’m fine,” Grillby stammered, turning to look at the wall, the counter, anywhere but at Sans. “I’m just nervous. It’s the first time I’ve participated in something like this.”

Sans chuckled, a gentle sound that soothed some of Grillby’s nerves. “C’mon, you can’t mess up Halloween. Just ‘chill’ out and enjoy yourself.”

Sans was right. There wasn’t any reason to be this worked up. So long as he focused on the festivities, Grillby didn’t run any risk of being flustered again. “Alright. I’ll be out in a moment.” He straightened up, looking in the mirror again and sighing in relief. For now, the blush was gone.

Later that evening, the Halloween festivities were in full swing. Monster and human children alike were wandering up and down the streets with their parents, laughing and playing as their buckets and bags slowly filled with sweets. Frisk insisted on dragging as many people as they could up to each door with them, insisting that, “Larger groups of people get more candy!” 

Of course, being a pretty big group of monsters, they couldn’t all fit on a doorstep at once. Instead, they all took turns. Two people would go with Frisk at a time, and the rest of them would just wave from the street.

Sans put his hands in his pockets as he watched Grillby and Asgore walk Frisk to the door of the next house, chuckling a bit as the former king stopped to admire the flowerbeds. His gaze drifted to Grillby. He’d been worried that the bartender would feel a little out of place, but he seemed to be enjoying himself, holding Frisk’s hand as the child cheered, “Trick or treat!”

The couple at the door stopped to ask about their costumes like any other house, putting a few pieces of candy in Frisk’s bag. Sans couldn’t hear what was said, but when Grillby explained his costume, whatever the couple said made him laugh. Sans smiled to himself, fond. 

Undyne elbowed Sans, arching an eyebrow at him. “Dude, you’re staring again.”

Sans rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, well, he’s being really cute. Besides, anyone could appreciate a guy that hot.”

Undyne groaned. “Okay, but being serious, why don’t you just talk to him already? The guy obviously has a thing for you. Nobody would let you rack up a tab like yours if they didn’t want to cook for you all the time.”

“I know,” Sans admitted, “But he can be kinda shy. I don’t wanna scare him off by making the first move.”

She just rolled her eyes. “If he’s shy, he’s never gonna confess to you. Just go for it, man!”

Sans looked back at Grillby. In the time they’d been talking, the fire monster had picked Frisk up and put them on his shoulders, smiling as Frisk declared which house they should go to next. He was so good with the kid. He let Frisk hang out at the bar after school all the time, and he’d even helped them with their homework once or twice. The bartender was one of the sweetest guys Sans had ever met. How could the skeleton not like him? And Sans had to admit, he was getting a little impatient. “You know what? Fine,” he said, looking back at Undyne. “I’m gonna tell him.”

Undyne looked genuinely surprised. “Really?”

“Yup.”

“Tonight?”

“Right now.”

“Oh my god.” Undyne whipped out her phone, pulling up her camera. “Fucking finally. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. Alphys! Alphys, it’s finally happening, come help me film this!”

Sans laughed, pulling his hands out of his pockets to fidget with his suspenders. “Thanks for the enthusiasm, but this is something I kinda want to do alone? Grillby’s a private guy. You’ll make him nervous.”

Undyne groaned. “Fine, but you better tell me how it goes!”

Sans gave her a thumbs-up. “Sure thing, captain.”

“I mean it!” she emphasized, jabbing a finger at his chest. “I want every detail.”

Sans chuckled. “I’ll make sure to ‘burn’ the moment in my memory. Now get out of here, they’re coming back.”

Grillby and Asgore rejoined the group, Grillby handing Frisk off to Toriel. “I believe it’s your turn, You Majesty.”

Toriel smiled a bit. “Now what have I told you about that? It’s just Toriel now.” She turned to the others. “Sans? Would you like to come as well?”

“I’ll c-come!” Alphys quickly interjected. “We sh-should all go! Except Sans and Grillby! G-Grillby just went, and, u-um… Sans, well…”

“I’m too lazy to go all the way up to the door,” Sans finished for her. “I’ll hang back here with Grillby. You all go on ahead.”

Toriel tilted her head, trying to figure out what Sans was planning before understanding hit her. She smiled a bit and nodded. “Alright, you two. Don’t fall too far behind.”

“This won’t take very long,” Sans assured her, waving them off. Frisk lead the way, and pretty soon it was just Sans and Grillby, walking side by side in the cool autumn evening.

Grillby adjusted his glasses, glancing curiously at Sans. “...alright. What is this all about? I can tell you’re plotting something.”

Sans chuckled. “Yeah, you’ve always been able to read me pretty well.” And somehow the bartender was still totally oblivious. “I just wanted to talk with you for a minute. Just you and me.” He stopped walking, looking Grillby up and down. “...y’know, you don’t look half bad in my jacket.”

Oh god. The fear of blushing and tipping Sans off returned at full force, Grillby swallowing hard. “Th-thank you? Um, I think you look nice, too. Dressed up, I mean.”

“Eh, you pull it off better.” Sans shrugged. “You know, you’ve been kinda quiet this evening. You doing okay?”

“I’m fine,” Grillby answered too quickly. He’d honestly been avoiding talking to Sans too much. Sans was far too good at flustering him and making him laugh. “Why do you ask?”

Sans huffed, fond as he tilted his head. “Well, I’ve been thinking. Hanging out with everybody is great and all, but I’d kinda like to spend more time with just you, y’know?” He rubbed the back of his neck, a little nervous. He didn’t want to make Grillby uncomfortable by being too direct, but he couldn’t be too subtle. Otherwise, it would go over the fire monster’s head. He took a deep breath and braced himself. “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go get breakfast or something sometime?”

Grillby nearly choked. What was Sans trying to say? Surely he wasn’t asking what Grillby wanted him to thought he might be asking. He felt his temperature rise without his permission and reflectively pulled up the hood of the jacket, covering his face with his sleeves. If anything, remembering that he was hiding in Sans’s jacket just made it worse. He tried to say something, but to his dismay, all he could get out was a flustered squeak.

That was about the reaction Sans was expecting. “Grillby? You okay?” Sans asked gently. He stepped closer, trying to move into the bartender’s field of vision.

“F-f-fine…!” Grillby managed. He was dead. He was going to die. This was a disaster.

“Heh, sure,” Sans mumbled, giving him a small smile. “Alright, if you’re gonna be shy about it, let’s try this a different way.” The skeleton reached up and gently took Grillby’s hands in his own, pulling them away. Grillby’s face was burning with beautiful shades of red, orange, and blue, all mixing together. Sans chuckled a bit, putting his hands on the bartender’s shoulders and making him lean over. “Come here, you dork.” He stood up on his toes, pulling the fire monster’s hood down as he did.

The light show when Sans kissed him was spectacular.

Papyrus, who had been watching the whole time, jumped out of the bushes. “OH MY GOD, SANS!” He was shortly followed by Undyne, Alphys, and Frisk, who were all rewatching the scene from Frisk’s phone.

“That was s-so cute!” Alphys gushed. “You’re so adorable t-together! I think it’s my new OTP.”

Grillby groaned, covering his face with one hand as Sans laughed. “I hate all of you.” He stopped as a hand slipped into his own, looking down at Sans.

Sans smiled up at him, still chuckling a bit. His gaze softened a bit as he ran his thumb over Grillby’s knuckles. “So,” he said quietly, “What do you say, firefly? Coffee this Saturday.”

Grillby smiled, finally letting himself blush without panicking. He laced their fingers together and gave the skeleton a gentle nod. “That sounds lovely.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it! If you did, consider leaving me a comment to tell me your favorite part. If you want to send me a prompt, my asks are open!

#dustywrites #sans #grillby #undertale #undertale fic #oneshot #ask answered #sans undertale #grillby undertale #sans x grillby #sansby #fluff fic #this got so long #and i wrote most of it past midnight

[underimagines]

Commission - A Day Out

Mob/Mafiatale!Asgore, Chara, and Sans Part 2 to THIS commission! 

“After recovering over the next few weeks/months/whatever and slowly turning into a full on Boss Monster, they go out on their first date. How does their evening go?”

Fandom: Mobtale/Mafiatale  Pairings: Asgore/Reader, Sans/Reader, Chara/Reader  Length: 3k (1k per Scenario)  Rating: T+

For @jainwolfe! Thank you for commissioning me once more!

Mob/Mafiatale-Asgore:

“Is this what it feels like to be royalty?” You laughed nervously, twirling a lock of hair around your clawed finger. “Being watched all the time?”

Asgore gave you a soft smile but sighed all the same. “I can’t say that it’s not similar. How are you feeling? If you want to go back home, then…”

“No!” You said it quickly, too quickly, then took a breath and tried again, “No. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Just got to get my bearings first.”

He nodded understandingly. “Take your time.”

This was a unique situation, and it called for patience, which Asgore had plenty of. He watched you shuffle in place for a moment, brushing your paws over your furry snout. You pushed the tuft of fur hanging between your floppy ears out of your eyes and gave a deep, shuddering sigh.

It was strange, seeing you like this. You looked so much like him. And Toriel. But he could still see you, under all that fur and fluff. Especially when you gave him that awkward, lopsided smile he knew so well.

“Alright, I think I’m good.”

“We’ll take it slow.” He offered you his hand, gently. You took it, with only a moments hesitation. But that was okay. No matter how much time you needed in order to deal with this, he would be there by your side. This time, he’d be there for you.

This time, he’d be able to protect you.

Hand-in-hand, you stepped out of the store and back into the streets. You flinched under the glaring sunlight beaming down from the bright blue sky. It was a beautiful day, but to you it just felt like way too much. There wasn’t a cloud to be seen.

“So, where are we off to today?” You asked quietly, leaning into his side as you made your way down the sidewalk. You kept your eyes pinned to the ground, too nervous to look up and see if anyone was looking at you again. Asgore carefully shifted the bag full of freshly baked bread on his free arm, to check the list he’d made.

“We have to stop by the florist to get some more seeds for the garden.” He tucked the little piece of paper away and glanced down at you, smiling. “What do you think we might need more of? I’ve had my eye on some sunflower seeds for a while.”

“Sunflowers are fine.” You replied in a small voice.

Asgore sighed to himself. He looked forward to the days when you would be able to talk with him again, without fear of drawing attention to yourself.

But he understood your reluctance. Even now, there were Monsters and humans alike watching you walk down the street together, their eyes following your every movements and their jaws slack in awe. He wanted to ask them, politely of course, to keep their eyes to themselves.

Ever since what had happened had happened, rumors had been flying through the city streets.

He led you quietly down the streets, your arm tucked against his own, shoulders pressed together like sardines in a can.

The florist was open, thankfully. And from the looks of it, there weren’t many customers at the moment. Which was lucky for both of you, because neither of you wanted to deal with a crowd right now.

Asgore looked down at you, a soft smile creasing his face as he placed a hand on your elbow. “If you’d rather wait outside, I’d be okay with that.”

“No!” Your grip on his arm tightened. “I mean. I want to stay with you. Please.”

He sighed, in relief more than anything. “Okay.”

As the door swung open, the florist perked up from behind the counter. “Hello! How can I help…”

Their voice trailed off as they stared at the two of you, wide-eyed and frozen. You wondered what you looked like to them. The King of Monsterkind, and his Boss Monster hybrid partner. What a freak-show.

“Why don’t you go look at some of the flowers?” Asgore whispered softly against your ear. “While I conduct the business side of things?”

“Okay.” Reluctantly, you unwound yourself from his embrace and headed over to the aisles of flowers and plants lining the walls, while Asgore straightened his shoulders and headed towards the counter.

You were nervous at first, being away from his side. Though the distance was small, it took everything in you not to just run back to hiding behind him.

But as you traversed the aisles of flowers, you found yourself beginning to relax. The atmosphere of the flower shop was extremely comforting. All the scents, colors, and different kinds of plants made you feel safe. Like you were walking through a giant garden. It reminded you of home, and the garden that you and Asgore had planted together.

You stopped in front of a pot of Amaryllis flowers and looked over the tag. Each one had the meaning of the flowers written on them.

“Worth beyond beauty.” That struck a chord with you. As a human, you’d considered yourself okay looking. But now, as a Boss Monster, your appearance was something you were having the biggest troubles getting used to.

You didn’t notice Asgore approaching you until his shadow stretched over the section of shelf you were standing at.

“Do you like those flowers?” He asked gently, leaning in to place his chin against your shoulder. “Amaryllis, yes?”

“Yeah.” You couldn’t help but blush because of how close he was. “They’re very pretty.”

“Then I’ll buy them for you.”

You turned with a gasp. “No, you don’t have to!”

“I want to.”

You fidgeted in place, nervously, but eventually gave in and let Asgore take the plant up front.

As you walked out of the florist, arm-in-arm, you clutched the little pot of flowers close.

Maybe one day, you’d be able to view yourself in the same way that people viewed the Amaryllis.

With worth beyond the boundary of beauty.

Mob/Mafiatale-Sans:

“Sans, I feel like everyone is staring at me.”

He glanced up, to see you tugging at your hat, trying to pull it down over your face. Your other hand was wound with his own, fingers intertwined. You glanced around nervously, shrinking beneath the curious stares and open-mouthed gawking of the nosy crowds.

Too nosy, he thought to himself.

“can you blame them?” He shrugged, giving you one of his signature lazy, lopsided smiles. He quickly added a wink when he saw the hesitation in your eyes. “they’ve probably never seen anyone as beautiful as you before.”

“Sans—!” Your cheekbones flushed a pleasant pink color, which you quickly hid beneath gloved hands. “Shut up, you know that I’m not…”

You shifted your weight a little, staring hard at the ground. Your tail swept across the sidewalk, thumping against the concrete anxiously.

“not what? cute? adorable? amazing? because i’d hafta disagree there.”

Maybe humans thought you looked a little weird. But Sans had never seen a more beautiful skeleton…whatever you were. Not a normal skeleton, definitely. But strong, with spines and claws, and big sharp fangs. Even for someone made entirely out of bone, you exuded raw power.

But beneath all that, he still saw you. He saw it in your smile, and the way you blushed, and how you’d fidget nervously. He heard it in your voice. He watched it surface when you walked, how you sat, how you did just about anything. Even in this new, strange body, he knew you were still the you that he’d fallen in love with.

And to him, that was beautiful.

“i’ll always love you a skele-ton.”

You bit back a snort, and the edges of your lips curled back in a smile.

He grinned, knowing that he’d gotten you there.

“what? don’t tell me you don’t like my ribbin’ anymore?”

“Sans, please.”

“tibia-honest, maybe you’re right. these ones are getting a little stale. i’ll have to think up some new ones, but it’ll be hard to marrow it down.”

You shoved his shoulder lightly, rolling your eyes. The gleaming multicolored lights danced in your sockets as you grimaced at his terrible humor. Which, of course, only made him smile even wider and give you a playful shrug.

“y’know what my brotha’ always says. i’m a real numb-skull.”

“You are.” You smiled. “But you’re my numb-skull.”

Now it was his turn to flush, the pink color dancing across his cheeks for just a moment.

“yeah, i really am. n’i couldn’t be happier ‘bout it.”

As you walked down the street, side-by-side, he reached for your hand. Sans wasn’t usually a big PDA type of guy, but today, he was feelin’ kinda bold. Hand-holding bold.

You paused as you felt his fingers intertwine with yours. Now that you were mostly skeleton, the feeling was so different from when you were a human. There was no soft skin against hard bone. You were the same now.

And it was oddly comforting, in a way.

“so, whatcha wanna do today?”

“Mm.” You scratched your chin in thought. “I’m not sure. It’s been a while since I was out. Is there anything good happening around town right now?”

“nah.” Sans actually had no clue, but he wasn’t about to put in the effort to go investigating. “say, how about we stop by grillby’s? my treat.”

“Sans, we always go to Grillby’s!” You said it with annoyance, but there was still a smile on your face.

“what’s not to love? good food, spending time with friends, a warm atmosphere.” He looked up at you and winked lazily. “it’s perfect for dates.”

“Papyrus would say otherwise.” You teased him, gently nudging his shoulder with your own.

“that’s because paps has too delicate of a palette.” Sans shrugged again. “y’know, i think he secretly likes grillby’s. he’s just too stubborn to admit it.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night!”

You giggled as he led you down the street to his favorite restaurant. He kept the small-talk up the entire way. It was a nice break from all the staring and strange looks you were getting. Having Sans there with you was the biggest distraction you could have asked for.

But as you reached the doorway, you found yourself hesitating.

Sans turned, his hand on the knob. He looked up at you, a bit of worry creasing his features. “something wrong, babe?”

“I just…” You tucked a strange of ectoplasmic hair behind your nonexistent ear. “How will everyone react, seeing me like this? I look so weird now. And different. What if they think I’m creepy? What if they’re intimidated because I’m a Boss Monster? What if—”

“hey, hey! slow down.” Sans held his hands up, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his skull. All that anxiety was starting to affect him, too. “you know these guys. they’d never speak ill of ya. more than likely, they’ll all just be happy to see that you made it out okay.”

“How can you be so sure?” Your claws tightened in the fabric of your blouse, and he could see the tension in your shaking hands.

“because, i’m a regular. have been for a long time now. i know grillby’s like the back of my hand.” As he spoke, he lifted up his free hand, and offered it to you. “just trust me. everything’s gonna be okay. i promise.”

Sans wasn’t big on promises he wasn’t sure that he’d end up keeping. But this was one that you both knew that he would.

After a moment’s hesitation, your expression grew determined. “Okay. I trust you.”

His grin widened as you slipped your hand into his own. The sensation of bone against bone was strange, but also oddly comforting somehow. Human, skeleton, Boss Monster. He didn’t care what form you took. He loved you all the same.

Hand-in-hand, he led you into Grillby’s, knowing that this place would never let him down.

And he’d never let you down, either.

Adult!Mob/Mafiatale-Chara:

“This is a bad idea.”

They couldn’t help but agree with you.

Chara was not the kind of person who liked to stray far from home. But it had been a while since you’d last been on a date together, and they weren’t willing to let you stay at home and mope over your predicament any longer. You needed to get out, both of your shell, and out of the house.

Still, as you walked down the streets, side-by-side, they weren’t oblivious to the stares you were receiving. It was understandable, given your new form. A side-effect of the transformation process over-going your soul. Chara didn’t find it nearly as inconvenient as you seemed to, however.

Pinpointing what exactly you had become after those weeks in the hospital was difficult. You weren’t exactly human. But not entirely Monster either. Some sort of mix of both. If they were still a child, Chara would have had no doubt that they would have been jealous of you. But now that they’d grown considerably, both emotionally and physically, they found themself pitying you instead.

But you didn’t deserve that.

They watched you duck your head, trying hard to ignore the way people were gawking at you as you sluggishly made your way down the street.

Chara sighed and slid their hand down to meet yours. With a gentle squeeze, and a soft smile, they assured you of their presence. Satisfaction followed, watching the tension drain from your face, as you returned their sentiment with a squeeze of your own.

“Things are going to be okay.” They mumbled gently, trying to assure both you and themself. “We will get through this, together.”

“I know.” You sighed. “It’s just hard, getting used to all these…”

You lifted your free hand, clenching and un-clenching your clawed fingers into fists. “Changes.”

“If it’s any consolation, I would give anything to be in your position right now.” Ah, that wasn’t the right thing to say. They watched you flinch, and quickly followed up with, “Not what you underwent, of course, but. To know what it’s like to be part Monster. It’s always been a dream of mine.”

“It’s not much different from being a human.” You admitted, rubbing the back of your neck self-consciously. “I’m just a little fluffier.”

Their smile quirked up at the edges. Well, you weren’t wrong about that. Thick waves of fur decorated your body, stretching all the way down to a swishing, spade-tipped tail that dragged across the ground as you walked. Your claws were sharp and dark, and they could see your long fangs sinking into your lower lip as you chewed on it nervously.

“Well, I think you’re beautiful.” They said, softly.

Your long, deer-like ears pinned back against your head as your cheeks flushed a pleasant pink color. You tried to wave them off. “You’re just saying that.”

“I might be, but I mean it.” They squeezed your hand again, tighter this time. “You are incredible. Your determination, your willpower, your beauty. All of them intrigue me, in so many ways. Don’t you believe me?”

“I do…it’s just.”

Chara tilted their head to the side. “Just what? Is that I’ve said it, not enough?”

“No! No. I mean.” You sighed, shaking your head. “It’s just something I’m still getting used to.”

“Don’t worry about it.” They assured you, rubbing a thumb across the web of your palm. “No matter what happens, I’ll be by your side.”

“Chara…” Your ruby eyes shimmered with un-fallen tears. “Thank you.”

They smiled, gently, before returning their attention to the streets around you. “Where do you want to go today?”

“Do you think…” You hesitated a moment before continuing, “Do you think that café is open? The one we both like.”

“We can always check.”

Thank goodness you did, because it was open. And with very little customers, to boot. Which meant that you wouldn’t be getting as many stares as you were out here.

Chara led you into the tiny establishment and pointed towards a booth settled in the corner-most area of the café. “Let’s sit there.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’ll go save our spot.”

You didn’t like leaving their side, but once you settled into the dark little corner, you found yourself relaxing. It was nice and secluded here. No one could see you, and you couldn’t see anyone else. Just Chara, at the counter, giving your regular orders to the very flustered looking barista Monster.

Afterwards, they came to join you, sliding into the seat opposite yours with a smile on their face.

“What’s up with that smile?” You couldn’t help but ask. It looked mischievous, like they were planning something.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” They waved you off, but you couldn’t help but feel like there was something more to it.

A few minutes later, the barista made her way around the counter, and approached your booth, with a drink in both of her hands, and a tray on her third.

She set down each drink in front of you, and then turned to you with a wide smile. “Happy Birthday, dear!”

You blinked in confusion as she set down a very fancy, delicious looking volcano cake in front of you.

“But, it’s not…”

“Thank you.” Chara interjected. “We’ll take it from here.”

The barista winked and turned away to return to her post.

You looked up at your partner in disbelief. “Did you lie about it being my birthday, just to get us free dessert?”

“I’m not wrong, am I?” They didn’t even wait, just unsheathed their fork and scooped up a sizeable bite of the delicious chocolate pastry. “You’ve been reborn, after all. This is your birthday.”

“Well, I…” Damn, they weren’t wrong. Still felt like it was wrong, though. “Fine, but this is my Re-Birthday, okay? I’m still celebrating my human birthday, too.”

They shrugged. “That’s fine with me.”

You rolled your eyes, but finally began to dig into your “birthday” cake.

Maybe today wasn’t so bad, after all.

#commission #adulttale #mobtale #mafiatale #asgore dreemurr #sans #chara #x reader #scenario #romantic #angst #body horror #long post #mod mellow #queued post

[catsitta]

Your writing, especially in BotU, is just amazing! It's so poetic and flows so well! Do you have any tips for learning to write fiction? Also I've noticed in your fae focused and underworld fiction you mention so much in regards to legends and myths that reflect real ones, what kind of research do you do for this or do you already know of this/made it up?

You’re making me blush. Heh. 

Alright, this going to be a long one, I got wordy.

My writing style mostly reflects how I learned to self-edit, since most of my fics are unbeta’ed. How do I do my own editing? If I find a tricky passage, I will write it how it would be spoken. While not ‘proper’ in many ways, a language when spoken aloud can tell you whether or not a phrase will sound right to the mind’s internal ear. In fact, my main advice for anyone writing anything, essay to novel, is to read it out loud whenever possible. (It also helps find and reduce typos, but if you’re a speed reader like me, you may still skip over stuff because your brain is sometimes super helpful (not) and fixes/fills in words!) Doing this will also force you look at your writing and realize that, even if it is grammatically correct, sometimes phrases will sound/look off and need to be redone.

Another tip that works for me (and is one I learned while writing essays in highschool and really embraced in my college writing courses), is to put words to a page, perfect them later. Your best solution to finishing a fic is to literally write it, then go back later and revise. That doesn’t mean there shouldn’t be structure. If you like knowing what will happen in every chapter before you start and write purposefully, that is great! But I would never get anything done if I made sure it was perfect while writing it or constantly backtracked to fix stuff before a chapter is done.

I will use my drabble fic, Handle with Care, as an example. I have 100 words dedicated to a chapter. A chapter should always inform the reader, bring up a question, answer a question or otherwise move the story and its characters forward, whether you are writing 100 words or 10,000.

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[CHAPTER ONE:

“I, THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE EDGE, DEMAND TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE!”

Red rolled his eyelights as he dropped the last of the moving boxes onto the living room floor. Even trashed from the move in, this place looked better than the last. The walls had paint on them and the carpet was from this decade. Best go see what poor sap his little bro was yapping at before they got kicked out. Moving into the hallway outside the apartment, he spotted Edge and his victim. Red swallowed. It was a skeleton monster. Who looked up and winked at Red.]

(HwC had a basic framework written. As in, major keystones/plot points that needed reaching/bridging between.)

My process:

Q: What happened/needs to happen?

A: Red has just moved into a new apartment with his little brother, and while he is moving in, he meets his romantic interest for the fic. This romantic interest is his neighbor.

Q: Is the plot forwarded?

A: Yes. 

Q: Is new information introduced? Is it important? 

A: Red is moving in. Sans is his neighbor. Edge and Red are brothers and didn’t come from the best neighborhood previously. Edge is very outspoken. 

Q: Are there questions a reader may have? Or questions being answered?

A: Why/how did Red move? Why is his little brother living with him? Who is the neighbor? What is the neighbor’s purpose relating to the MC? How old is Edge? How old is Red?

Q: Does it make the Reader think or feel? What do I want my Reader to feel?

A: While not a very emotion impacting chapter in itself, it is supposed to be a cute bit of family fluff that hints at both a future romance as well as possible conflict arising from the reasons why Red and Edge moved.

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I highly encourage people to try writing a 100 word drabble fic. Whether you are an experienced writer that writes long, detailed chapters on the regular, or someone who is just starting out and is finding it hard to find the time to commit to a long fic. 100 words is challenging in that you have to use every word effectively, but I’ve personally found it relaxing and even beneficial to me as a writer. After all, if I am having a bad day and nothing is going write and words don’t make sense? Well, I only need to write 100 and then try again tomorrow. It’s good for breaking an obsessive, perfectionistic cycle where you may be impeeding your own progress by simply never finishing. 

My last tip is to simply read.

Read anything and everything. You like romance and want to write romance? Read a bunch of it. Professional novels, fanfiction, poems, otome games, comics, manga...All of it. But also don’t be afraid to branch out. Every genera has different strengths. I LOVE fantasy. Traditional high fantasy with dragons and elves and knights and mages and great, cliche plots about good toppling the forces of evil. LOVE IT. And what is fantasy’s strength? World building. What is romance’s? Relationships and dialogue. The more you read, the more you subconciously pick up on diction and the tropes/feel of a genera. The most common comment I have recieved while pursuing a degree, was that I write like I read a lot. That I like to read. And it really stuck with me. Because it is rather true. You can usually tell the difference in the writing of someone who only reads because they must (or only the classics you are assigned in classes) and someone who reads for the love of reading. So be someone who writes like they love to read. Like they love language. 

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Now that I have rambled!

To answer your second question, my more myth based fics are always a hybrid of real mythology and stuff I’ve made up that is more cohesive with the world I’m writing about. If I am writing Undertale fanfiction, I want it to feel like Undertale fanfiction. I want to maintain certain themes and ideas, even if they don’t align with mythology. 

Greek Mythology is also a lot more fixed in places than faerie lore, and thus it needs more research to stay true. While in turn, you can be wildly inventive with faerie lore. Thus with my fae fics, I draw from a wide variety of sources, mostly from memory, be it from books I have read, games I have played, or stories I have been told. (It is often easier to ‘write what you know’ after all. If you read Norse Mythology for fun, then writing a fic retelling a norse myth may be more fun for you as a writer than writing a scifi drama you have to pour tons of hours of research into.)

As a quick example:

Bride of the Underworld’s basic premise is the Abduction of Persephone myth. It is very popular in media and it has endless interpretations. Turning the Underground into the Underworld was a natural step. But I never feel the need to 100% follow the mythology to the tee. This is an Undertale fanfiction after all! So, the math lays out like this. If Frisk is Persephone and Persephone’s mother is Demeter, then Frisk’s mother should be Toriel. Toriel’s husband is Asgore, the King of Monsters, who would be a natural choice for King of Gods, and is thus, a placeholder for Zeus. But Demeter isn’t married to Zeus, one could say. No, but he is married to Hera and Toriel can also fill that roll. In the game, they are estranged, which works perfectly, in that Toriel could have/raise Frisk in private, and become the sheltered maiden that Persephone/Kore was in mythos. (Now play apples-to-apples with a wonderful AU co-creator for 50k+ words and you have a fic.)

#undertale #textpost #handle with care #bride of the underworld #writing #writing style #this is me rambling on about personal writing things if that is your jam

[kryptsune]

In this world, it is hunt or be hunted~ 

(I apologize for the pic quality so I will write what they are saying this was a response to the, What do you think about Fellswap question from before.) 

C: “I am sorry did you happen to mention us? But of course, she had a soft spot for us. We are Fells you know~”  G: “Kitten’s been workin on our debut, ya can call me Grimm.” 

C: “A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Crimson~.” 

🌼Ok! Here we go! A few people asked me about Fellswap or SwapFell which understandably so I think by now everyone here knows my love for anything with Fell tacked onto the back of it. Secret discussion though that I adore Fellswap Papyrus and Sans so I had to make my own! As always I have rewritten the entire verse to have my own personal touch to it! I will just describe the main ideas and maybe some key character details in the process! Hope you all enjoy and if you would like to see more of these boys let me know! 

The Surface: 

I want to talk about the humans on the surface first to kind of set the stage for what this AU is going to be based upon. The surface has been overrun by corrupt leaders. It is very much the concept of big brother. If you are seen as a threat you will be immediately thrown into “prison” without a trial. They hold occasional public trials in the guise of being fair. Just as WTU claims, the very concept of magic is a threat to them so those that have it are quickly disposed of but leaders don’t always do the dirty work themselves. No. In fact, they use another source by means of execution...the monsters. 

More accurately it is very similar to the idea of throwing your enemies into a kind of gladiatorial arena. It is not technically considered an execution if circumstances lead to death. The humans are not stupid they know what is going on. Some believe in rebellion against the state and some wonder if the monsters could fix their corrupt world. Either way, the corruption continues and they are not above tossing innocents into “the pit” if it suits their agenda.  “The Pit” (aka the Underworld/Underground): 

The underworld is broken up into different factions by location. The only location without a faction or any type of ruler is The Ruins, because of its size and its isolation this is where humans try to reach for some form of Salvation. Asgore, the caretaker, has made it into an encampment for those that have fallen (the innocent ones). It is almost like a refugee camp only unfortunately very few make it to Asgore’s safe haven. He does his best. Poor goat dad. He is not like canon Toriel however as he will use violence if necessary as he knows that the humans are simply using them as tools to get rid of who they deem criminal. There are signs of old campfires, broken tents, and habitation. 

Before The Ruins is, of course, the main factions. I know a lot of creators tend to swap location names and since Snowdin is the beginning and my boy Crimson is one of the most powerful in the Underworld I am going to as well. Here is the list. Snowdin=Magmire, Waterfall=Windyspires, Hotland=Tundra. The Underworld is also backward to some extent. The humans end up trapped in The Capital instead and they have to make their way to The Ruins to escape. So it would go like this: The Capital -> Tundra ->Windyspires ->Magmire. The closer the faction to the capital the higher the rank in other words because both Grimm and Crimson live in Tundra and he is the lord of it he is one of the most notorious. 

“It’s Hunt or be Hunted”: 

The modo of this verse. Why? Well after so many centuries of humans being disposed of by monsters they become horribly bored. It also adds fuel to Queen Toriel’s fire that one of the humans that fell down the first time killed her son (;~; RIP my precious boy). That is when they realized that humans weren’t just falling into the Underworld they were not only throwing them down to them but also throwing the worst of the worst. 

At first, they just capture them hold them in the Capitals network of catacombs but then some began to escape causing damage across their “new home” Toriel wouldn’t allow it. Very much later it turns into a game of cat and mouse. The humans are detained and released and the monsters hunt them down. It used to be a protection thing but now it’s become a sick twisted death game. The forests of Tundra are littered with traps and deadly pitfalls along with the rest of the locations. 

Each faction has a lord or lady that rules over it. The ones loyal to Toriel’s (As a side note she is known as the ice queen) regime and their supposed way of life. This also means the closest ones receive the most benefits. Tundra is the one with the most prestige and of course other monsters are trying to stip that title from its current holder, The Crimson Lord. Due to Crimson’s loyalty, he is almost exempt from any wrongdoing in the Queens' eyes which means he can do pretty much anything he wants. Which is dangerous and I will explain why in a bit.

I have a faction ruler list sitting here so I am going to add that to this as well. They are as follows, of course, this does not account for potential power struggles during the story:  Tundra -> Lord: Crimson, Lady: N/A

Windyspires -> Lord? (I mean she wouldn’t want to be called a lady SHE IS TOO TOUGH FOR THAT!): Alphys, Lady: Undyne

Magmire->Lord: Grillby, Lady: Muffet

Some of the lords or ladies will keep humans as servants and things of that nature if they are able to be on their captor's good side. Some live good lives but others just become slaves essentially. It’s not a common occurrence in this I just wanted to make a note of it. 

The Brothers Grimm: 

Let’s get to the main event here. The two boys this post is showing. My Fellswap Sans and Paprus. Now I honestly was not planning to do them but I just. I love the puppy boi and I adore @cocofinny , @bis-cvit , @skesgo , @imjustalazycat and so many other interpretations of him. This... is mine. Sans name is Crimson, or the Crimson Lord and Papyrus is Grimm. I chose those names because originally I wanted a vampire and werewolf dynamic between the two and I think that still shines through. (I ain’t changin it~) Crim is the regal sophisticated seducer and Grimm is the wild possessive flirty type. 

Let’s talk about Grimm. Grimm is the wilder of the two brothers and is very much a predator type. His name is derived from the mythos of the Grimm or Black dog. I wanted to keep that dark omen symbology in both his name and design. He slinks around in the shadows so that the black dog aspect is not far off. He also loves watching from trees so if you see a shadow over you, whoops.  He enjoys the catching and hunting aspect of his job and even plays around with his “toys” (I know how that sounds) when he finds them. He will specifically call anyone “chew toy” in a mocking kind of way. That does not mean though that he will not spare you if he catches you. He is naturally curious by things. Fun fact he has a little skele tail too. Unlike his brother, Grimm doesn’t really have an ego he just finds his job fun. HE IS A GIANT PUPPY BOI WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

He admires his brother but he is not bound to his brother. In other words no master, dog nonsense. He is, however, the more accepting of the two. If he is asked to do something he doesn’t like then he most likely won’t. Also just because he has the whole puppy thing going on doesn’t mean he isn’t smart and cunning. Again he likes to play around with those he finds sometimes not even dragging them back to his brother for a while. If you are a threat he will kill you but if you’re not you can probably get on his good side. If he thinks you are cute he will probably flirt with you too. He is not beyond that. He plays the part of the dog quite well though well all know that there is more to him then that as is any Sans archetype. 

Crimson is more sophisticated. He doesn’t go out on “hunts” himself often as he has a faction to rule over but those brought to him will see first hand that he is an insufferable flirt. He also has a bad habit of keeping mementos from those he deems worthy (what those are... you don’t want to know). He is stern with his brother and seems very outwardly cold to most unless he is playing up his charm. He is not someone you want to make angry as Toriel considers him to also be the Bloody Lord. His weapon of choice is a scythe so if that doesn’t give the executioner vibe then I have no idea what will. His drinks of choice are red wine and champagne specifically the pink kind. Have to keep up that pink/ red aesthetic. Crimson’s incisor teeth also have that vampire point to them. They are longer than the rest of them (You can’t see it here since I decided to edit this prior to writing this up). There is far more to Crimson than just this as their backstories dictate but I wanted to give a general feel for what they are both like. 

Is there a story? 

Yes, there is. I will make it relatively short since this post is already massive in size. In my version, there are two siblings that fall into this world both twins. One is Frisk and the other is Chara. Since this is a swap, Frisk is more aggressive of the two and highly protective of her sister. Chara is the sweet and kind one that will abstain from any violence at all. Now Frisk in this is not the usual Chara swap because I want them to find their place amongst the world. Frisk has no problem using violence as a means of protection and self-defense but she won’t actively look for a fight. 

Why are they here you ask? Well, sadly they have magic within their souls hence the soul traits. They both also have the same soul outwardly, Determination, however, there is one other trait that is housed within their soul that makes them very different. Frisk’s is perseverance and Chara’s is kindness. As usual, the leaders of the Ebott Empire are threatened by their potential for magical abilities and as such are sentenced to be executed. Thus they become part of the hunt. 

Guess who runs into them? Frisk is the first to be captured by none other than Crimson and Chara is found by Grimm. It is strange that Crimson is not his usual self in their circumstances as he can tell, unlike so many others that they have captured in the past, that they are very different. Grimm can’t bring himself to harm Chara due to her innocence and Crimson enjoys Frisks headstrong and sassy attitude. In other words *slaps hands on table* you get a two for one. One Papyrus X Chara and one Frisk X Sans. They are adults by the way. 

Eventually much to Crimson’s reluctance they decide to help them escape as unlike most of the AU the monsters have no problem staying this way. Not all of them agree but the Lords certainly love their titles and don’t want to give up that power...that is until Frisk mentions that all those horrible corrupted humans on the surface could be like one giant... hunt. In which case Crimson is alll for so is Grimm but he is not dying to get to the surface. 

They make it to Asgore (who has all the souls btw the barrier is in The Ruins) who tries to get them to stay instead of sacrificing one of them for their freedom. It’s obvious that the brothers actually don’t want either of them to die. 

As Crimson says: “What is another century or two? We have all the time in the world.”  

Frisk and Chara become integrated into the Underworld and though Grimm continues his hunting he doesn’t want Chara to witness it. Crimson just has Frisk as his little huntress. It is unclear if they will make it out of the Underworld in this AU. It really depends upon how I feel the story would make the most sense and I think having the two sisters happy with and accepted into their lives is all they really wanted. They were considered “monsters” on the surface so why return there? (unless to watch it burn... of course). 

I have a lot more for this AU so feel free to drop any questions you may have in my ask box! I know this is a huge post so I really appreciate you all sticking with me if you made it this far! I really have enjoyed making my own FS for what I am now tagging Friskys multiverse! Have a great Tuesday everyone! 

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#sans #papyrus #frisk x sans #papyrus x chara #fellswap #friskys multiverse #undertale #underfell #frans #papara #Crimson #Grimm #fellswap sans #fellswap papyrus #undertale multiverse #undertale universe #undertale au #Sans variation #Papyrus variation #post apocalyptic #hunting aesthetic #I consider this a frans and papara au #two for one #doodles #concept #quick sketch #lore building #world building #I am tired now #I am gunna go lay down before class X'D

[yastaghr]

Knock Your Socks Off

For @silverryu25

Pairing: Kustard

Characters: Underfell Sans, Undertale Sans

Warnings: Self-Esteem Issues, Bullying

Summary: Sans is used to being bullied. So why is Red any different?

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23032816

Sans stared at the words on his locker with a flat face. They were nothing new. He was used to seeing the worst of the worst scrawled across his locker door. He had the misfortune of being just out of sight of the camera that was supposed to “protect” monsters like him from this kind of thing. He could get worked up, but what was the point? There would just be more words come tomorrow morning. He didn’t even bother cleaning them off. Maintenance would do it overnight, so why bother?

The skeletal hand that slammed into the locker next to his face was huge compared to Sans’ tiny one. He sighed and turned around to see what this bully wanted. It was Red, the big Fell monster who had been accused of cheating on Ms. Toriel’s exam. She was merciful… in a way. She’d assigned him to Sans to be tutored instead of being expelled. Lucky him.

Red leaned his skull towards Sans and breathed a hot breath all over his face. “hey, nerd. it’s time for our lovely one-on-one time together. got any plans to knock the socks off my feet?”

“just calculus,” Sans said with a sigh. “now come on and let me up so we can go find a table.”

Red pulled his hand back with a puzzled expression on his face that was quickly wiped away by a wicked little smile. “sure thing, toots. i’ve got a table saved for us in the library. you know that back one that nobody uses? that’s the one.”

Sans nodded and started off in that direction. He missed the sight of Red glaring at the words on Sans’ locker. He typed something so roughly into his phone that the screen cracked. The words would be gone by the next time Sans saw them, not that he would really care. He’d given up on caring a long time ago.

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When Sans got to the table he was surprised. There was a nice tablecloth covering it and flowers. Flowers! Who in their right mind would bring a vase of flowers to school? Maybe Red was hoping he was allergic? Sans was sure that was something the big guy would do. He looked like a bully from his gold chain right down to his studded boots.

The Fell monster, instead of sitting down across the table like Sans thought he would, instead sat down next to him. Really, really close next to him. ** “hey, toots,” Red breathed down his neck, “whatcha doing?”

Sans shuddered involuntarily and grabbed his backpack, pulling out the calculus book they would be working from. He could feel Red’s eyes on him. It wouldn’t be the first time. Everyone stared at him. Why did this feel different? “getting ready to tutor you. try to pay attention. ms. toriel was very forgiving of you cheating on her exam, but i doubt she will be a second time.”

Red radiated confusion for nearly a minute before understanding dawned on his face. He laughed. The thought inserted itself into Sans’ mind that it was a nice laugh. Wait, what?

“aw, toots, you really believed that line? i didn’t cheat on any exams. i’m doing really well in all my classes. i just asked ms. toriel if… well…”

Sans sighed. So even Ms. Toriel didn’t respect him enough not to lie to him. Could he really be surprised? Everyone knew how acidic she got when she ran into the gardener, her ex-husband. If she could be so mean to someone she had once loved, why not one of her students? “what did you ask her? for help getting me alone so you could bully me without it getting caught on camera?”

Now Red looked hurt. He let out a sigh and drummed his fingers on the table nervously. “no, that’s not it. i’d never bully you. i just… asked her to help me get you alone so i could flirt with you in peace. everyone’s always wa-”

“flirt?” Sans interrupted him, pure shock overwhelming his usual nihilism. “why would you want to flirt with me? you’ve got all kinds of monsters falling for you. i’m just a puny nerd. everyone knows that.”

Red chuckled like that was the best joke he’d ever heard. “are you kidding, toots? you’re the cutest monster in the whole school, not to mention the smartest. everyone else is an idiot.”

A slow blue blush spread across Sans’ skull as the words sunk in. Red thought he was cute? Really? That… that didn’t make any sense. “but i’m not cute. i’ve been wearing the same clothes for over a week. i hate taking showers. i never feel like smiling. i don’t wear makeup. i’m just… ugly and gross.”

Sans looked up and saw Red glaring at him. Oh. Oh, no. He looked hot.

“don’t go dissing on yourself just because everyone else does. you’re cute. plain and simple. all that stuff doesn’t matter. you’re strong enough to take so much shit and keep on going. you’re smart enough to outthink even mr. madjick at his worst.  you’re even willing to help me with my math homework, even though you thought i would bully you. i could care less what you look like. it’s you i’m attracted to, not your body.”

Sans’ blush spread everywhere. Why was he getting flustered over this? It was just some compliments, right? He dealt with insults all day long. A few compliments shouldn’t make him react like this.

“... okay?”

Red’s face lit up in a smile. “good! now, let’s get to work on some calculus before the librarbian comes and yells at us. that way i can flirt with you all i want.”

Sans flipped open the book as his mind raced. Was he really okay with this? It was going to be different than what he was used to. Way different. But in a way, he was looking forward to it. “okay. where are you at in the homework?”

#kustard #underfell sans #undertale sans #sanscest #high school au #bullying #self esteem issues #yastaghr

[hahanoiwont]

Chapters: 4/4 Relationships: Frisk & Sans, Sans & Toriel, Frisk & Toriel Characters: Frisk, Sans, Toriel Additional Tags: Backstory, Worldbuilding for the Surface, Child Abandonment, child endangerment, A Plethora of Trust Issues Wrapped Up In an Expectation For Violence, seriously this kid's been attacked by pretty much everyone, Frisk Is a Sweetheart, Gender-Neutral Frisk, Determination, Big Brother Sans, in a shocking turn of events sans is the sane well-adjusted adult here, .......i mean he's still sans but, Choose Your Own Adventure Components Summary:

Frisk went to Mt. Ebott for a reason. Frisk knows exactly what's up there, in the world everyone wants to see so badly. Frisk would be happy to never see it again.

 When sans wakes up (when did he go to sleep?), he’s in a dark cavern.

Which makes sense, because he lives in a dark cavern, and has all his life.

But wasn’t there…something…? He’d followed Papyrus to the castle, the human—Frisk.

The human has a name, and it’s Frisk. Somehow, he can be certain of this. Maybe a time travel thing?

Hmm. Food for thought. Sans decides to not think about it.

From what he can see without moving his head at all, he’s still in the room with the barrier. Maybe not time travel, then. The barrier’s glow is…redder than usual? Orange? And faint, too. It’s normally much brighter than this, isn’t it?

His newfound certainty tells him that the barrier is gone, that that glow is from the sun rising on the Surface, and that Frisk is responsible for this—the barrier, not the sunrise.

Is it worth turning his head to check? He gave up on ever leaving this place a long time ago. Is it really worth getting his hopes up for freedom?

“WOWIE! Looks like the barrier is gone! That’s neat!”

Oh, nice. Papyrus is here. It’s probably fine, then.

“And! Th-the human! Is…taking a nap????” Papyrus’s voice cracks.

Oh, fuck.

Well, there’s sans’s ‘sense of crushing failure’ quota for the year. Door lady meets him for the first time and he immediately passes out while her human dies. Great.

Welp.

“My child…?” Toriel’s familiar voice stamps home his absolute failure to protect her kid. Shit, fuck. Poor kiddo. He’d really thought…

“Ah. It appears they are sleeping. See, Papyrus? They are still breathing. Humans only breathe when they are alive and well,” Toriel explains.

Sans closes his eyes for a quiet sigh of his own.

Oh, thank hell. DETERMINATION wins again.

Sans can’t say he loves what that stuff can do, but the h—Frisk is as full of it as anyone he’s ever seen, and apparently, it let them do the impossible. The barrier is broken and they’re not dead, just sleeping. Probably resting off the burnout of too much DETERMINATION at once. It’s going to be…alright, maybe.

Things might just be OK.

The thought gives Sans enough strength to open his eyes and get up. Time to face the day, and all.

Facing the day turns out to be a lot like sitting vigil. The kid sleeps for hours and hours, sometimes squirming, sometimes crying out in pain. Trying to wake them does nothing but provoke more whimpers, so Toriel demands that they all give the kid space.

Around six hours in, Asgore retreats back to his kingly duties. He clearly wants to stay, but Toriel just as clearly wants him to leave, so he mutters something about getting ready to move and glances over his shoulder a whole lot as he goes. Undyne goes with him for emotional support, and Alphys for logistical support, and Papyrus for…enthusiasm support?

Sans should probably do something, too, but frankly, the kiddo has the right idea. And Toriel is with them, too. A new friend and an old friend and an excuse to nap; right here is exactly where sans wants to be.

Frisk sure takes their time waking up, but that’s fine. If there’s anything sans and Toriel have in common (besides their senses of humor, that is), it’s patience.

It’s around the fifteen-hour mark when the kid stops squirming and crying out and starts straight-up crying. Toriel’s heart is breaking immediately. Sans’s is, too, a little. The legendary fallen angel who saved the monsters is looking an awful lot like a little kid in pain right now.

Toriel begins to speak softly to them.

“It is just a bad dream, my child. You will wake up, and it will be over. We will…I will make you a cinnamon-butterscotch pie, and you can tell me of your adventures. All is well,” she soothes. She runs a careful paw over Frisk’s hair and gives sans a strained smile.

Her tone is soft, but her eyes are frightened. She could probably do with some reassurance right now. Support. A friend?

Ah, fuck, but sans isn’t good at this. Never really has been, with anyone but Papyrus. He can try, though.

“uh, what she said. i’ve heard a lot about this pie, frisk, are ya really gonna make me wait to try it out? besides, uh, that time i tried making it. trust me, kiddo: the less said about that, the better.”

His attempt at pie hadn’t actually been bad per se, but Toriel is giving a brave giggle, so sans can excuse a white lie. The kid is still silently crying.

“aw, buddy, you’ve got the wrong baked good…it’s cake that’s s’posed to be in tiers,” he says. Toriel gives a tremulous smile.

Frisk sobs and thrashes.

“Frisk…!” Toriel pets their hair harder. Their head moves a little with each stroke. “This is all just a bad dream…! Please, wake up…!”

And after a way-too-long nap, the kid does.

Frisk gasps awake, panting and still teary, and Toriel immediately backs up, giving them space. All of her fear melts away like it was never there, replaced with a gentle smile.

Wow. Being a parent must take a lot of work. Looking at the love in Toriel’s eyes now, though, and the way the kiddo instantly turns to her and relaxes, it looks…well, Sans can see why she wants so badly to mother them. The way the kid’s face is now, you’d think nothing could hurt them while Toriel’s around.

It must be…nice, to be needed like that.

“Oh! You are awake! Thank goodness!” Toriel says. She clasps her hands in front of her.

Frisk frowns and looks around, bringing one hand up to touch the tear tracks on their face. They look between sans and Toriel, and then at the otherwise empty room around them.

“you were out for a bit there, bud. i mean, i’m all for sleeping, but maybe get to a bed next time, yeah?” sans suggests. Frisk keeps looking around them for something…someone?

Whatever it is, it doesn’t come. Frisk makes a small, sad noise and hugs themself.

Toriel looks to be physically restraining herself from going over there and wrapping them in a hug. To be fair, looking at their face, you’d think their brother died or something. But before she can decide whether to try to comfort them or not, Frisk points to the east, where the barrier had been.

“Oh, the barrier?” Toriel asks. Frisk nods.

“Ah. The barrier has fallen. The room to the east leads outside, now.” Toriel inches forward, like Frisk won’t notice her getting closer if she’s sneaky about it.

Frankly, sans isn’t sure why she doesn’t just give in and give the kid a hug or something. Frisk clearly needs one, and it isn’t gonna come from sans. He chalks it up to some parental instinct telling her the kid needs space, or something.

“We were waiting for you to wake up before we leave. I believe your other friends are letting everyone know to get ready,” Toriel says.

Frisk stares at sans.

“who, me?” he asks. “nah. that looked like a lot of effort. just let me know when you’re ready to go.”

They cock their head. Toriel seems to take this as a sign to sweep them into a gentle embrace and cuddle them close. They don’t seem to mind.

“Say your goodbyes, my child. We will be waiting here when you are ready,” she says, giving them a squeeze before setting them back on the ground. Frisk’s brow creases.

*For sure? they ask, looking intensely at Toriel.

Her heart visibly melts. “You may take all the time you need, my child. It seems you have made a great many friends since I last saw you. We will be patient while you prepare whatever you need to.”

Frisk insists. *Promise you won’t go up before I come back?

Toriel kneels down to their height, and says solemnly, “I promise, my child.”

Frisk transfers their heavy look to sans. Ah, he should have known better than to think he’d escape.

“who, me? heh, i’m in no hurry.” He’s really not. In fact…he grabs Frisk’s stick off the ground where it fell earlier. “i’ve got time to ‘stick’ around.”

He makes a cymbal crash in the background and winks. Toriel laughs out loud; Frisk smiles a little, but doesn’t lose the stress lines on their face.

*You two should say goodbye, too, says Frisk. They fidget with the hem of their sweater, hunched over like it’s a heavy weight.

“Thank you for your thought, child, but I have been prepared to leave this place for a long time. I have said my goodbyes,” Toriel says, petting Frisk’s hair. Frisk flinches at the reminder of the monsters’ long imprisonment.

Frisk looks to sans as they lean into Toriel’s paw like they’ve never been pet before. It’s almost too cute.

sans shrugs. “i don’t have to say goodbye to anything. we’re all making it to the surface together, right? it’s a nice day. nothing lost.”

Frisk looks down at the ground, pushing into Toriel’s paw a little more before reaching up to remove it.

*I have to go get something. Don’t leave without me, they say.

“Of course, child,” says Toriel. “I promised, did I not? We will not leave you.”

Ah, is that where this is coming from? Abandonment issues? That sucks. Poor kid. Well, least sans can do is offer them some peace of mind while they run their errand.

“sure, kid,” he says, deliberately casual. Like waiting around here instead of seeing the sky for the very first time is just whatever.

Eh. He wants to wait for Papyrus to go out, anyway. It won’t be any fun without his brother—Paps’s reactions are half the fun, here.

Frisk sticks out their smallest finger.

“huh? what’s that?” sans asks—but luckily, Toriel seems to know.

“Ah…you want us to give you a ‘Pinkie Promise’? Would that make you feel better?” she asks. Frisk nods solemnly.

“Very well. I ‘Pinkie Promise,’” Toriel says, holding out her paw. Frisk carefully wraps their finger around her smallest claw and makes a handshake motion.

So, a Pinkie Promise is…like a promise with a handshake? Or something?

When the weight of Frisk’s expectation falls back to sans, he hedges, “eh, i’m not one to make promises…”

Toriel gives him an amused glance, probably under the impression that Frisk doesn’t know about his promise to her. Whoops. Well, it all turned out alright.

Frisk continues to stare at him.

“that look on your face…” sans sighs. “you’re not leaving until you get a promise out of me, are you?”

They’d do it, too. Frisk had worn Undyne down until she didn’t want to kill them anymore; they’d definitely stare sans down until he broke—however long it took. Even if they can’t outlast him in patience, they do beat him out in determination.

No use delaying the inevitable. There are worse fates than waiting around for the kid.

“you’re really making me pull my wait here,” he tells them. “but fine, if it’ll take a wait off your shoulders. i’ll be here until you come back.”

He offers them his pinkie, which they grasp firmly and bounce once. The most sacred of vows is made.

Frisk offers him a solemn nod before they scurry off to parts unknown.

It’s not long at all before Frisk returns—just long enough that Toriel has remembered that she didn’t bring anything for Frisk, and that they might need any of the things kids need on the surface. Or, sans suspects, she’s remembered that she wants to make them a pie. She’s talked often enough–and fondly—about how she used to prepare a special pie for her children…she asked sans to stay and wait for Frisk, and to let them know that she hasn’t abandoned them and will in fact be returning with a surprise, and that she is very excited to see the surface with them. sans had to promise again (ugh, commitment) that he wouldn’t leave until Frisk came back, just to stop her from worrying herself out of it.

Not that he’d mind her company while he waits around, but she’s talked once or twice about how much she misses hearing little feet run through her home. If she wants to do something nice for the kid, he’s not gonna stop her.

It helps if he doesn’t think of this as another promise, just…reinforcing his earlier one. As long as he doesn’t go outside before Frisk comes back, he’s golden. Can’t be more than a few days, at most.

And speak of the human, Frisk is already darting back down the hall, out of breath. Were they sprinting?

Huh. They’ve barely been gone twenty minutes, and already they’re scampering back like he might have disappeared while they were gone.

Those are some abandonment issues. sans can understand why Toriel was so worried about stepping out for a minute.

He adjusts his posture to be even a touch lazier, deliberately not looking to the east. see, kiddo? just waiting, like i said. nothing to worry about.

Out loud, he says, “that was fast. take a shortcut?”

*No, Frisk says, solemn. They glance around the room and…falter. *Mom?

Right, right. “she said she’s comin’ right back. went off to get something ready. just between you and me, kid, there might be a surprise in your future.”

He winks his left eye, but the kid’s returned smile is off. A little too tense around the eyes as they process this information, before they shake their head a touch too firmly and walk to the eastern end of the room.

Sans strolls behind them, but keeps his distance. They’re looking pretty worked up.

They’re only getting tenser as they approach the doorway to the Surface. sans has a bad feeling about this.

“you know, if you wanted to go with tori, i’m sure you could. she’s a real nice lady, be happy to see you. besides, i know a shortcut. we could catch up with her in no time,” sans offers. Heh, literally no time…because no time would pass while he’s taking his shortcut…

The kid is stone-faced. Well, they can’t all be winners.

Well, they’re less stone-faced and more…biting their lip and clutching something in their pocket, shifting back and forth on their feet like they can’t decide where to go. Indecision weakens the rigid line of their shoulders for a moment and their foot creeps an inch towards him, but they don’t turn around, staring at the portal to the world they’re from and wavering.

Then their resolve firms up, and they take the last step to stand in the doorway where the barrier had been. They go no further. They turn their back on the surface, and face sans, but don’t meet his eye. Their hair falls in their face and they don’t move it aside.

They’re, uh.

“lookin’ pretty fierce, there, kiddo,” sans says gently—cautiously. “getting ready to face the world?”

He doesn’t like that look at all. The squared stance, feet placed apart but poised to move in any direction, the broad set to their shoulders—it’s like they’re…filling up space? Trying to look bigger than they are?—no, it’s like they’re…putting down roots. Unstoppable force turned immovable object. Like they’re gearing up for a fight, or like they’re protecting something.

Protecting something, but not necessarily from sans—or at least, not sans alone. Their head is cocked slightly to hear behind them, and their weight centered to spin. Evidently they don’t plan on giving ground in any direction.

Now, sans has seen Frisk do a lot of things. Nonsensical things, funny things, concerning things, sad things. But even before their almost-fight with Asgore, he’s never seen them really prepare to FIGHT. Even in front of Undyne, when sans had been dead certain they would kill or be killed, they’d darted away again and again. He was pretty sure they’d been planning to sprint through the rest of the Underground with her on their tail, if she hadn’t had some trouble with Hotland.

It had given him…a lot of confidence, actually. Every time he’d seen no way around violence—their battles with Muffet, the guards in Hotland, Mettaton’s live TV battle with them, Jerry—he’d looked back at it all before meeting them for judgement. There were a lot of encounters Frisk had had with absurdly specific or seemingly random solutions. sans had thought most times that the only way for them to get through was to kill the monster in question. Not out of malice, but because their opponents would have killed Frisk, for the most part, without a second thought.

It takes a certain kind of person to ACT instead of FIGHT back when the monsters around them are choosing to FIGHT each turn. Gambling their own life in the hopes that they’d be able to SPARE someone who wouldn’t do the same for them…even if sans’s vague suspicions about their DETERMINATION are correct, there’s only so many times DT can bring a person back from the brink. They’d risked a lot to find a peaceful route that sans would have given up on, if he were them.

Frisk has shown time and time again that they’re DETERMINED to avoid killing anyone. Even when it would be understandable, even when it would be smart. They’re a pacifist, through and through.

So what brings a person like that to stand where the barrier had been, trembling violently, but preparing for the FIGHT of their life?

“uh,” says sans. He’s not really sure how to handle this. “we did get through the last FIGHT, right? there’s not something nasty waiting for us on the other side of that barrier?”

Come to think of it, he doesn’t know why exactly Frisk ended up down here. He’d figured it was for the obvious reason, but…

Frisk won’t look at him. They stay tense. That looks exhausting.

“bud,” sans says. “buddy. frisk.”

He takes a step forward—he can’t see their eyes, but he knows they’re watching him like a hawk. Their whole body shifts to track him, while keeping their guard up behind them.

*No one is fighting anyone, they say.

Sans gives them an obvious once-over. They’re more geared for a fight than just about anyone in the Underground, right now.

He takes another step. “sure doesn’t look that way.”

*No one is fighting anyone. Because monsters will never go to the Surface.

So that’s how it is.

The FIGHT begins.

(continue reading on ao3)

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Haunted By The Past

Note: Told you the angst train wasn’t at a full stop yet. Also sorry if some of the information is a bit off, I’m mostly going from what we currently know from the comics. So if I get some things wrong, do not be afraid to correct me and I will fix them! Anyway, onto the fic!

Handplates belongs to: @zarla-s

Requested by @clotildesstuff

Summary: This is Part 1 of Gaster’s and the Human’s Backstories. After finding a picture of Gaster as a young adult, the Human wants to learn more about his past. Will this lead to questions about the Human’s own past?

    “*You ask Gaster where he wants this box.”

    “Just over there, Human.”

     The Human huffed as they picked up the heavy box of papers and carried it over to the corner. Placing it down, they walked back over to the pile of boxes. Gaster had asked them to help clean up and organized his office. They were more than happy to help him since the brothers were currently taking a nap. There were lots of papers regarding research and construction of the Core. They would sometimes get nosy and read through them. Gaster had obviously put his entire SOUL into his work by the looks of it.

     They had just placed the second box down when they suddenly heard a thud and a yelp from Gaster. Turning around quickly, the Human saw that he had accidentally tripped over a box face first. They gave a snort and quickly tried to stifle their laugh but, it didn’t work. Gaster glared at them as he got up from the floor while they doubled over in laughter. Using blue magic on their SOUL, he shoved them backwards a little over another box.

    “*You let out a shriek as you fall backwards.” ‘*You knock over a pile of papers on your way down.’

     Gaster let out a chuckle and walked over to the Human to help them up. The two of them began to pick up the fallen papers. Shifting through the papers, the Human noticed an old-looking photograph mixed in. It seemed to be a picture of Gaster. He still had on his usual white lab coat, but a completely different shirt on. Gaster also had a red scarf on and held a certificate in his hands. Asgore and Toriel stood behind him, smiling. The Human also noticed that Gaster seemed genuinely happy in the photo. They showed it to the skeleton to ask about it.

    “You ask him when the photograph was taken.” ‘*He takes it from you and just stares at it before speaking.’

    “...I believe this was taken when I was around your age, Human. When I was a young adult.”

     The Human started cooing at how cute he looked in the photo, much to his embarrassment. Their face then turned serious as they looked towards him.

    “*You ask Gaster if, at this point in his and your relationship, he’s ready to tell you more about his past.”

     He looked up in surprise at them before quickly facing away. He knew there’s was no point in keeping anything from the Human, especially when he was practically their soulmate now. Letting out a long sigh, Gaster turned to face them.

    “Alright, Human. Since you’re that interested, I suppose I’ll finally tell you about my past. But only on one condition...”

    They nodded and asked what the condition was, only for Gaster to say he’ll tell them after his story. The Human remained quiet as he began speaking:

    “Let’s see...where to begin first of all-”

     The Human suddenly interrupted his train of thought.

    “*You tell Gaster you want to ask him a question before he starts.” ‘*He nods at you.’

     They then asked him if there was anything he liked about the surface. Gaster thought about it for a minute before answering.

    “...I enjoyed the rain. As a child, it allowed me to be carefree and unburdened. I would go outside with an umbrella and just walk. I forget now how long those walks actually lasted though.”

     The Human nodded at his answer with content and Gaster got back on track with his story:

    “Since childhood, I’ve been interested in the wonders of science. I wanted to  become a scientist and help many people. My parents...didn’t exactly share the same enthusiasm as me...”

   ‘A young skeleton child dressed in stripes laid on the floor, eyes never faltering from the science book he was reading. His eye sockets seemed to sparkle with excitement at each wall of text he read. Just as the child was about turn the page, he and his book was suddenly picked up by blue magic. An older voice scolding him for staying up so late. The skeleton desperately tried to protest but he was only scolded more by his parents. That night he had a nightmare, but he just went back to sleep after calming himself down.’

     Gaster took a sip of his coffee the Human had gotten from their dimensional box. They were listening intently to the story so far. The Human was already imagining what a child Gaster looked like and the thought was adorable. They wanted to see some photos of him as a baby but were told all his baby and childhood photos were turned to ash when the humans burned down their homes during the War. After that small break, he continued:

    “Although my parents were never that compassionate with me, Toriel was a different story...”

     ‘The child walked along the corridor reading and not paying attention to his surroundings. A young goat lady giggled as she peeked around the corner at the skeleton. The lady went up behind him and grabbed the child, who immediately dropped his book and began flailing around in shock. The goat lady started to tickle the poor skeleton while teasing him. The skeleton, though, just yelled and freaked out. The goat lady stopped abruptly upon hearing the reaction. She hid her face in her paws bashfully as she apologized and explained herself to the confused child.’

     The Human giggled quietly as Gaster finished speaking. He never reacted like that whenever they tickled him. Maybe he got used to it as time went on. They felt like asking him about his bad eye but restrained themselves from doing so. Gaster ignored their giggles as he took another sip of coffee.

    “That’s all there really is to when I was a child, so I guess I should move on to my teenage years or as I should say...the time of the War.”

     The Human stopped giggling upon hearing that as Gaster continued speaking:

    “When I think about the War, all I can think about is fire, dust, and blood. There was death happening left and right. Many deaths from both sides. I...I even killed a human trying to protect my king.”

     ‘The now older but still in stripes skeleton gasped as he ran behind the rocks, tripping over himself in the process. He could still hear the screams of both sides as they were killed/dusted. He could make out Toriel yelling something out to Asgore but couldn’t hear the exact words. Suddenly, he saw Asgore get cornered by two murderous humans. His bones rattled loudly in fright. In an act of desperation, he grabbed one of the human with his blue magic. Lifting the human high in the air, he used a set of magic hands to grab their sword they had dropped and pointed it upwards. He brought the human down hard, impaling and killing them on the spot. The second human stared at their now dead friend with pure horror in their eyes before running off past Asgore. The skeleton stared at his hand in shock as he slowly realized what he had just done. His king ran over to the skeleton to comfort him but before he could, arrows started raining down so he guided the traumatized teen to safety instead.’

     Gaster sighed as he refused anymore coffee from the Human. He went on saying that human were ultimately the victors of the War and banished all remaining monsters to the Underground. The Human had nothing to say as Gaster finished up the rest of this part of the story:

    “Even though everyone had lost hope that day, we made it work. We built up our own society and when I officially became a Royal scientist, I even brought limitless power to everyone with the help of the Core. I was so excited by my idea when I told Asgore and Toriel.”

     ‘The teen signed with passion as he told his king and queen about his latest breakthrough. The larger of the two goats chuckled as he tried to get him to calm down. His wife only smiled and listened with great interest. His eye sockets had began glowing green, unbeknownst to the skeleton. He only found out when the royal couple began to talk about, a nostalgic feeling washing over the two at the sight of it. The teen became embarrassed as he started to apologize while his eyes glowed pink. The two goats tried to reassure him and get him to finish talking about his breakthrough.’

     Gaster began to grow worried as he finished the teen stage of his life. The Human still remained silent, not even asking questions anymore. He tried to ask them what was wrong but they just told him to finish with his story. He reluctantly did as he told the last part of his backstory:

   “Everything went fine for the rest of my teenage years. When I was a young adult, however, Asgore and Toriel had some news for me that I...didn’t quite take too well.”

    ‘The now young adult skeleton signed passionately as he told of his latest invention to help his king and queen. He explained how it would help them water the royal garden. The catch however, was that the two royal goats would have to solve a challenging puzzle before they could access it. The king nervously chuckled as he praised the skeleton. The queen on the other hand told of how the skeleton could improve his button puzzle. A riddle was suggested and a perfect riddle it was thought to be by the young scientist. The goat lady then was reminded of something that she and her husband had been wanting to tell him. He was listening. The queen announced that she and the king had been thinking about having a child. The scientist went silent at the news. Having a baby would mean giving up a monster’s mortality and he told this to his majesty. The two goats started to respond but the skeleton quickly excused himself and left in a hurry. He tried not to cry as he laid curled up in the grass.’

     Gaster was really worried now. The Human refused to talk even when they were asked to. They would just give him a blank, unreadable expression. Maybe they’ll react to the next part of the story:

    “A few years after the prince was born, a human child fell into the Underground. Even though I didn’t think it was a good idea, Asgore was so sure that the child would help bring peace between monsters and humans...then there was a terrible tragedy...”

    ‘The skeleton stood a little ways away from his king as the goat made his speech. He was still in shock over the last events. Both of the royal children were dead. There was no way to sugarcoat it. The human had gotten sick from eating the flowers and didn’t make it. According to witnesses, the young prince had absorbed their SOUL in order to pass the Barrier. He had apparently wanted to bury the human in a garden of their favorite flower. Other humans misunderstood and thought the young goat had murdered the child. They started to attack. He didn’t even try to defend himself. Once he got back to the Underground, he collapsed and was reduced to dust. The skeleton had never seen the king so full of rage. He no longer believed humans and monsters could live peacefully and made an announcement that any human that fell into the Underground would be killed and their SOUL taken. Later, when the skeleton went to go see the Queen, he found that she had ran off. Nobody knew where she went.’

     Gaster went on saying things changed drastically after Toriel left. Asgore was left broken after that and over the years, collected human SOULs. He started to tell the Human how much danger they were in but quickly changed his mind. He told about how he met Alphys during a trip to the Dump, punched holes into his hands to make the brothers, and finally how he met them. With his whole story now coming to a close, Gaster was now able to find out what was wrong with the Human.

    “Human, why did you go quiet all of a sudden?”

    “*You tell Gaster you’re sorry...”

     He gave them a confused look.

    “What do you mean ‘you’re sorry’? What did you teach the Subjects this tim-”

    “*You tell him you’re sorry for what your kind has done to his loved ones.”

     Gaster just stared at the Human. He had no idea why they were apologizing for what their kind had done in the past. Did they not know they’re not the cause of it? Gaster placed a reassuring hand on the Human’s head.

    “Human, you are not to blame for what has happen to me and every other monster. You are not the one who should be apologizing for the atrocities that were committed. You weren’t even born when the War happened.”

     The Human started to say something but Gaster interrupted them.

    “Unlike other humans I’ve met, you actually put in a lot of effort to gain my trust and, in a sense, romanced me. Now, I don’t want to hear you blaming yourself for anything I just told you again. Do you understand me, Human?”

     The Human smiled and nodded at him. Happy with the information they were given, they were now ready for whatever condition Gaster’s going to subject them to.

    “*You ask Gaster what his condition is.”

Note: Mwhaha! A cliffhanger! I’m so evil! >:) Wonder what Gaster’s condition will be? ...Well, maybe you can already guess. Anyway, thank you all so much for reading! I love all of you! Stay tuned for more.

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Chapter 7: As useless as a broken mirror

In which you realize your life is crap... 

for now

*Your POV*

Talking with someone yesterday was good, I guess. I normally talk about work topics only, so it feels weird to have a casual conversation about... anything. And it was weirder, considering Sans was the one talking.

It would be today, though, the day where we would see each other again in order to discuss... more terms. They all deserve to know and I also need a few papers for them in order to get them into society. I just need the basics, though- report cards, previous jobs on the Underground, and I will put them some tests in order to see which educational level fits better each of them. But that will be later.

So there I was, waking up and trying to french kiss the morning as Bon Jovi does. And failing miserably, just as always.

I tried my best to keep a smile on my face. It didn't work out, either. I groaned loudly, realizing that it was four in the morning. So yeah, I just can't french kiss the morning when it isn't morning, you know. And so I felt stupid and went back to sleep...

...

Except I didn't.

No matter how many positions I tried or how many different pillows I took, I just couldn't get my head together. I was thinking about everything and, at the same time, about nothing at all. I felt numb yet desperate to be a normal person and fall sleep immediately, considering how freaking tired I actually was.

I sat on my bed silently and put on the lights. Bad idea, but I still do it every night like this.

I frowned remarkably and stood there until my eyes got accustomed to the light. And then I started to question what the hell was I doing, as usual.

I looked at my annoying digital clock again: 4:11 am.

Great, guess I'll stay like this until the day officially starts... or until I pass out, that is.

Maybe a good drink would have been great to forget it all. Then I remembered that I had work and that, besides, I don't drink. I groaned again.

I felt like crying, like screaming or like to go outside and let a fucking weirdo kill me or make me disappear forever...

That's the worst idea I've ever had.

I wanted to punch something; maybe a mirror, maybe that elegant flower vase with a dead daisy on it, or the TV. All of those were great options, honestly. But I wasn't up to clean the mess or to deal with angry neighbors, so I didn't move.

I shoot a glance at one of my bureaus, that only had an old book on its top. Maybe I could read. I tried to stretch my hand and get it, but I ended up falling out of the bed, making my head hurt like hell. Ouch. Maybe I couldn't, after all.

I, unsurprisingly, groaned again. If I had a cent for every time I have groaned in my life, I could probably have a car instead of taking that goddamn subway. Or I could get a house. Or a life...

Nah. That's way too expensive.

I eventually got up and stared at my drawer. Then, without thinking, I opened it. My heart sank when it did.

Medicines here, medicines there. Medicines FUCKING EVERYWHERE! There was barely any space left for even a fricking pill. This is not the first time I have seen this, though, but it still hurts to see how pathetic I am. This is just a small proof. There's more, that's for sure.

I stood there silently, anxiety consuming me over. I could even make a fucking drug store out of this drawer...

Actually, that doesn't sound like a bad idea.

I shook my head, resisting the urge to be sarcastic to myself... again.

But, yes, I had such a huge variety I could make a store out of it. Do you have anxiety? Well, Zoloft for you, that is! Are you depressed like me? Well here, took a Prozac pill! Come here and get your problems away...

And contribute to mine.

Oh my god, just end my suffering.

Thanks to my wonderful boss and work partners (including college and the monsters' case, of course), I forgot that I had emotional problems as well. And that means that I haven't been following my treatment. For months.

Shit.

Then I started to wonder when I had to see my psychiatrist again. I probably missed the date he gave me. Just wonderful, right?

I sighed and closed the drawer, feeling worse than before. I went to the bathroom to see my wound but there wasn't anything there. Thank God.

I ended up looking at my face, slightly frowning. People have said that I'm pretty, yes, but I think that's just out of sympathy. Therefore, I haven't been comfortable with my looks since... a long time ago.

My (e/c) eyes looked paler than when I was a kiddo. Ah, childhood. It was wonderful in its own way. No problems, no low self-esteem, no nothing. Just laughs and friends, videogames and nights playing Dungeons and Dragons with my dorky dad and my aunt. Those were good days.

I remember that I received a lot of comments, telling me that I would have a brilliant future. Hard to believe in that now, looking at what was happening.

I work in Congress and I am finishing my studies to finally become a biochemist. Being a scientist has been my dream, and I'm just a few steps before I can call myself "Dr. (Y/N)". And I'm just twenty.

When I was little, my dad took me to a neurologist in order to see my IQ. She said, in a few words, that I was super smart and super talented. I believed it but never used it as an excuse to think of me better than anyone else. Right then, I thought everyone had talents and intelligence. Now... I'm seriously doubting all those encouraging words were true. Because, even if I was a nerd, that never meant my future would be brighter.

A lot of my school partners and friends are being way happier than I am, having a perfect balance between emotions, college, and work. Me, who 'has it all' to become an important person, somehow has three mental breakdowns (at least) in one day, and it's struggling between having or not new friends, afraid of screwing up.

Is this what my parents would have wanted? For me to be a coward?

Well, surprise surprise. Your daughter is such a disappointment of a kid.

I'm a genius. That's what experts told me. They also said that this high IQ thingy may include problems socializing and, well, even mental illnesses. To be honest, I prefer being normal and not having these things than being a Leonardo Da Vinci and die internally every five seconds.

Then I noticed a warm feeling on my cheeks.

Oh crap.

I snapped back to reality and saw myself in front of the mirror, crying as if my life depended on it. Well, it kinda does, but that's not the point.

I tried to wipe them as quickly as possible, trying to banish that feeling instantly. But instead, I cried harder. And harder. And I felt more miserable than before, if that was possible.

My legs felt like jello and my eyes turned all red and puffy. My mouth was shaking, trying to transform itself into a smile. Why was I crying, again? Oh yeah, because I hate myself so much. I look awful, I'm just full of myself, lonely, and easily replaceable. There's nothing I can do about it.

I will finish my dream career, but all for what? To be more stressed? I don't know if I can quit at the Congress since I kind of accepted to be the ambassador of the monsters. Wow. I should have left someone more capable than I am to do the job. Now I'm going to disappoint them as well, whenever they see how weak I am. I mean, I'm crying while I'm looking at myself in the night... again. This is isn't new. But it just feels worst every time.

I gasped for air, almost forgetting how to breathe thanks to all that crying. I blinked a couple of times and took long breaths until I calmed down. When my vision wasn't blurry anymore, I saw my face again. All red and uglier than before. I looked like a baby losing its toy, like a child whining, or like a teenager who has an impossible crush.

I frowned, knowing I wasn't any of them. I was an adult, for God's sake.

Can this get more frustrating?

Can I be more pathetic?

I closed my fist and punched the mirror until my fingers went numb and my blood painted my whole hand...

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*Frisk's POV*

I woke up later than usual, rubbing my eyes at the incoming sunlight. I groaned at the clock, seeing it was 10 am. But deep down I knew that Toriel would come for me, and so I got up.

I took a quick shower and put into more presentable clothes. I colocated a cute ribbon on my brown hair, feeling quite silly yet pretty. I stared at the mirror and saw my look with satisfaction. I was looking great! I even made some silly faces and giggled a little before coming out, interrupted by an angry skeleton who wanted to take a shower.

"kid, just fucking get out of there! what're you doin'? takin' a trip to narnia?"

"Sans, behave yourself!!!"

"...sorry ari-mom..."

I contained my laughter, knowing that Sans would be really angry if he heard me, and I walked out of the bathroom. Just a second passed before a quick flash of white ran into the room and locked the door. Oh, Sans, since when are you this desperate to take a shower?

The ones who hadn't showered groaned impatiently. I would have too since Sans lasts a long time in the shower. One time I swear I heard him singing a popular rock song (so popular I don't remember its name) and then eventually creating a song of how much he loved ketchup...

...I must admit I feel worried about his future...

Eh... let's just hope for the best.

After a bunch of complainings towards him and more people showering, we could finally take breakfast together. Thank God they were pancakes, or else Undyne or Papyrus would be trying to find out the best egg combination (which, according to them, hasn't been found yet). At first, it is fun to hear their crazy ideas, but then it turns into a competition that I get somehow dragged into it. Most of the time voluntarily, though.

However, I was too excited to let all my energy be drowned into an egg fight. Today we will be seeing (Y/N) again, and honestly, I was looking for it! She's nice, and I've been waiting to be friends with her all this time. So now that everything was, well, settled, this was my chance!

We all ate rather quickly and head out of the house. However, Asgore stopped us before we could go running to... anywhere, actually.

"Let's wait here a moment, ok?" he smiled eagerly, making me suspicious.

So we waited there for five minutes or so until a simple-looking taxi made its way towards the house. Then a 5'5 feet tall woman got out of there, who I recognized immediately.

"(Y/N)!!!!!" Papyrus screamed unearthly loud, hugging (Y/N) immediately. She looked a little bit startled by such a sudden move but hugged back shortly after him.

"Hello, Papyrus. It is good to see you again...!" she tried her best to sound enthusiastic, but she felt somehow... different. Why, though?

"Oh, (Y/N) sweetie, I'm so glad you could make it!" Goat mom added with a smile, which (Y/N) returned it kindly. Maybe I was just imagining things, after all "But, hey, come in! We want you to see where we have been living all this time!"

Sans looked a bit tense but quickly relaxed. He must have forgotten for a second that Papyrus was his roommate. Therefore, there was NO WAY his room could be dirty. Since when he cares about that, though?

And so we gave (Y/N) a small tour through the small house. She behaved as always; shy, anxious, not wanting to intrude or sound rude, making small compliments and comments in amusement. She was just super nice! I think she's one of my favorite humans.

After making her laugh a bit and answer some of her own doubts about the Underground, we all headed off to the Congress, talking about the simplest of topics.

"Oh! I remember hearing a song called 'Imagine' one day!" I told (Y/N), keeping up with the musical topic (at Sans's petition).

"You have? Well, I mean... which artist are you talking about?"

"I think it was Marshmello"

"...then no, I haven't heard that one"

"Is there another song called 'Imagine'?" Alphys asked, curious about our conversation.

"well, there's john lennon's, y' know..." Sans added, smiling lazily.

(Y/N) seemed perplexed for a second, then smiled widely.

"Yep, John Lennon's 'Imagine' is my kind of... 'Imagine', you know"

Throughout all the way we all were talking about music. (Y/N) turns out to be a Rock N' Roll and Indie listener, similar to Sans's taste. She is kind of a music nerd, actually. She would give a casual comment of something history-related to music. I think Sans felt like he was on his own mind, opening up strangely. Then I realized he was just another music nerd, and that both of them were never given the chance to talk about this with others so freely.

However, I noticed an unusual expression on Sans's face. Not a good one, I must say. He wasn't suspicious or anything- by any chance, I think he was worried...

but of what?

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*Sans's POV*

It feels good to have someone to talk about these things. I mean, someone that at least can say who Slash is.

While I was talking to (Y/N), however, I noticed a wound on her right fist. Not to be rude, but she is a bit taller than I am, and I didn't want to look at a... private part of her body. Therefore, I ended up noticing a serious-looking injury on her fingers.

Should I ask?

I saw how happy she looked, talking about when she started to hear Rock N' Roll and watch concerts on TV.

Eh, I'll do it later...

Still, my mind wandered about that topic the rest of the road. And so, I didn't talk anymore, focusing on other things. Well, can you blame me? That looked like some serious shit happened.

When we arrived at the Congress, I noticed different looks from her work partners. I recognized one of the feelings on their looks: shame. They probably felt ashamed after hearing that we succeed. My smile grew wider, at least a bit, after thinking that.

We discussed a few things in her office like it was any day. Except it wasn't.

The human president made a public announcement on TV, radio, and social media, saying that monsters would be finally released and be accepted as legal citizens. Despite everything, I felt a bit uneasy. He might have been nice, but the others are clearly not like him. I just don't want to put Papy's security on risk.

We ended up leaving sooner than I thought, and for the first time in our lives, we used public transport. We received some glances, but in between, there were also kind smiles. Just like (Y/N)'s, just less dorky...

Did I just call the ambassador a dork?

I mentally groaned and took a seat, never erasing my apparently permanent smile. I felt like I was forgetting something, so I made a quick rewind on my head. But what would I have forgo- oh.

Oh.

You forgot to ask her, you idiot.

#sans x reader #more than i thought fanfiction #more than i thought #chapter 7 #sans #x reader #undertale

[proxylynn]

Underfell: File Name not Edgy Enough #21

Chapter 21: Fear

WARNING: I WANT NO RESPONSIBILITY OVER SPOILING THINGS FOR OTHERS. THAT BEING SAID, THIS IS HOW FILE NAME NOT FOUND WOULD FUNCTION IN THE AU OF UNDERFELL. BEFORE YOU READ THIS, UNLIKE THE NICE TIME OF UNDERTALE, THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED. THIS STORY WILL BE GRAPHIC, GORY, USE SWEARS LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS, AND DEAL WITH SENSITIVE SUBJECT MATTERS. FOR EXAMPLE, THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ THE FILE NAME RELOCATED SPOOF WILL KNOW HOW I PICTURE THIS VERSION OF LYNSIE COMING TO THE UNDERGROUND. IT IS NOT AN ACCIDENT. IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING DUMB. IT IS BECAUSE SHE CHOOSES TO END HER LIFE. SO TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT. I MADE IT BECAUSE I NEEDED TO LET SOME OF THIS EDGINESS OUT OF MYSELF. WHICH I GUESS MAKES UNDERFELL LYNSIE EVEN MORE TRUE TO WHO I REALLY AM. ANYWAY, ENJOY. ^_^

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It's nice being back home with Toriel. Minus a few things, it's easy to return to the old routine. Storytime around the fire. Diner table eating with her and Flowey. And just normal non-threatening chitchat that doesn't end with me being hit for some moronic reason. Hell, even sleep was easier to achieve once my head hit the good old pillow. Though for some reason, something didn't feel right. Like there was something left undone or missing that made going to sleep just a wee bit uncomfortable. I don't know. It could be just my weird soul shit acting up or nothing at all. Dumb body with its dumber problems. Yet when slumber came none of that mattered. All that matters is rest and peaceful dreams.

...

That is until a familiar door takes me away and I return to a place that I have been internally dreading. The Void is how it has always been. And the doctor that is its hostage seems to be in an interesting mood as if he's been waiting for me.

"✋❄🕯💧 👌☜☜☠ ✌ 🕈☟✋☹☜📪 ☹✋❄❄☹☜ ⚐☠☜📬" (IT'S BEEN A WHILE, LITTLE ONE.)

I shrug.

"So it has. Time flies when things happen."

"✋☠👎☜☜👎📬 ✡⚐🕆 ☟✌✞☜ 👌☜☜☠ ✈🕆✋❄☜ ❄☟☜ 👌🕆💧✡ ☹✋❄❄☹☜ ❄☟✋☠☝📪 ☟✌✞☜☠🕯❄ ✡⚐🕆✍" (INDEED. YOU HAVE BEEN QUITE THE BUSY LITTLE THING, HAVEN'T YOU?)

"Well, you know. I couldn't just sit around forever. Heh...Be kinda boring for you to see if I did."

"✋ 🕈⚐🕆☹👎☠🕯❄ 💧✌✡ ❄☟✌❄ ☜✠✌👍❄☹✡📬" (I WOULDN'T SAY THAT EXACTLY.)

I tilt my head.

"Oh?"

Gaster chuckles lightly.

"✡⚐🕆 ☟✌✞☜ 💧🕆👍☟ ✌💣🕆💧✋☠☝ ✋☠❄☜☼✌👍❄✋⚐☠💧 🕈☟☜☠ ✋☠❄⚐✠✋👍✌❄☜👎📬 ✋❄🕯💧 ☼☜✌☹☹✡ ✌ 💧☟✌💣☜ ✡⚐🕆 ☟✌✞☜ ☠⚐ 💣☜💣⚐☼✡ ⚐☞ ❄☟☜ ☜✞☜☠❄💧 ⚐☠👍☜ ✡⚐🕆 💧⚐👌☜☼ 🕆🏱📬 ❄☟⚐🕆☝☟ ❄☟☜☼☜ 🕈✌💧 ❄☟✌❄ ⚐☠☜ ❄✋💣☜ ✡⚐🕆 ☼☜👍✌☹☹☜👎 💧⚐💣☜❄☟✋☠☝ ✡⚐🕆 ❄☼✋☜👎 ❄⚐ ☞⚐☼☝☜❄📬 👌🕆❄ 🕈☜ 👍✌☠ 👍☟✌☹😐 ❄☟✌❄ 🕆🏱 ❄⚐ ✋❄ 👌☜✋☠☝ 👌☜👍✌🕆💧☜ ✋❄ ☟✌🏱🏱☜☠☜👎 🕈☟✋☹☜ ✡⚐🕆 ✌☹☼☜✌👎✡ 💧⚐👌☜☼ 💧⚐ ❄☟☜ ✌☹👍⚐☟⚐☹✋👍 ☜☞☞☜👍❄💧 🕈☜☼☜☠🕯❄ ✌💧 💣✋☠👎 ✌☹❄☜☼✋☠☝ ✌💧 🕆💧🕆✌☹📬 💧❄✋☹☹📬📬📬❄☟☜ 💧❄⚐☼✋☜💧 ✋ 👍⚐🕆☹👎 💧☟✌☼☜📬 👌🕆❄ ✡⚐🕆 🕈⚐🕆☹👎 👎⚐🕆👌❄ ❄☟☜✋☼ ✌🕆❄☟☜☠❄✋👍✋❄✡📬" (YOU HAVE SUCH AMUSING INTERACTIONS WHEN INTOXICATED. IT'S REALLY A SHAME YOU HAVE NO MEMORY OF THE EVENTS ONCE YOU SOBER UP. THOUGH THERE WAS THAT ONE TIME YOU RECALLED SOMETHING YOU TRIED TO FORGET. BUT WE CAN CHALK THAT UP TO IT BEING BECAUSE IT HAPPENED WHILE YOU ALREADY SOBER SO THE ALCOHOLIC EFFECTS WEREN'T AS MIND ALTERING AS USUAL. STILL...THE STORIES I COULD SHARE. BUT YOU WOULD DOUBT THEIR AUTHENTICITY.)

Well, he's got me curious, that's for sure.

"You have my interest, sir."

He waves dismissively.

"☠⚐📪 ✋❄🕯💧 🏱☼⚐👌✌👌☹✡ 👌☜💧❄ ❄☟✌❄ ✡⚐🕆 👎⚐☠🕯❄ 😐☠⚐🕈📬" (NO, IT'S PROBABLY BEST THAT YOU DON'T KNOW.)

"Oh, come on. You can't just bait me onto the hook then leave me gasping for breath as I dangle here. Tell me something. Even if it sounds crazy."

A mischievous curl twists his features.

"✌☼☜ ✡⚐🕆 💧🕆☼☜ ✡⚐🕆 ❄☟✌❄🕯💧 🕈☟✌❄ ✡⚐🕆 🕈✌☠❄✍" (ARE YOU SURE YOU THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT?)

I shouldn't fall for such an obvious ploy. But if I didn't, I wouldn't be me and I'd miss out on weird stuff.

"Sir, you take me for someone that is easily befuddled? Nay! Go ahead. Tell me forth your secrets, all knowing and mighty keeper of the Void. Please deliver onto me the unknowns of this world regardless of my limited ability to accept or comprehend them."

He eyes me a moment. And for just a brief second, I would swear there's a hint of a blush to color this man. I guess my words were complimentary enough to get to him yet silly enough to not have it last.

"🕈☜☹☹📬📬📬☼☜💣☜💣👌☜☼ ❄☟☜ ⚐❄☟☜☼ ☠✋☝☟❄ 🕈☟☜☠ ✡⚐🕆 ✌☠👎 💧✌☠💧 🕈☜☼☜ 👎☼✋☠😐✋☠☝✍" (WELL...REMEMBER THE OTHER NIGHT WHEN YOU AND SANS WERE DRINKING?)

Oh boy. Which circle of hell will this lead me into?

"I remember. I mean...I remember some of it. Like the start of the drinking and me telling him about some of the crap that's been happening, like Mettaton calling me. But then it gets muddier than a brown pig lost in a mudslide."

Where am I pulling these weird analogies from? I watch way too many cartoons or not enough. Not sure really.

"❄☟☜☠ ✡⚐🕆 🏱☼⚐👌✌👌☹✡ ☟✌✞☜ ☠⚐ ☼☜👍⚐☹☹☜👍❄✋⚐☠ ⚐☞ 👍☜☼❄✌✋☠ ❄☟✋☠☝💧📬 ✌❄ ⚐☠☜ 🏱⚐✋☠❄📪 ✋ ☼☜💣✋☠👎 ✡⚐🕆 ❄☟✌❄ ❄☟☜ 👌⚐❄☟ ⚐☞ ✡⚐🕆 🕈☜☼☜ ☟✋☝☟☹✡ ✋☠☜👌☼✋✌❄☜👎📪 ✌☠👎 🕈☜☹☹📬📬📬🕆💣📬📬📬✋🕯💣 ☠⚐❄ ☜☠❄✋☼☜☹✡ 💧🕆☼☜ ✋☞ ✋🕯💣 ✌👌☹☜ ❄⚐ 🏱🕆❄ 🕈☟✌❄ ☟✌🏱🏱☜☠☜👎 ✋☠❄⚐ 🕈⚐☼👎💧📬" (THEN YOU PROBABLY HAVE NO RECOLLECTION OF CERTAIN THINGS. AT ONE POINT, I REMIND YOU THAT THE BOTH OF YOU WERE HIGHLY INEBRIATED, AND WELL...UM...I'M NOT ENTIRELY SURE IF I'M ABLE TO PUT WHAT HAPPENED INTO WORDS.)

"Dude, don't hold out on me now."

He thinks for a moment. I take it whatever this secret is that it really is something that's out of his comfort zone. I mean, it does involve Sans and that's his brother, so I can understand the hesitation. This moment of hard thinking comes to an end shortly once he has an idea.

"🏱☜☼☟✌🏱💧 ✋❄ 🕈⚐🕆☹👎 👌☜ 💧✋💣🏱☹☜☼ ❄⚐ 💧☟⚐🕈 ✡⚐🕆 ☼✌❄☟☜☼ ❄☟✌☠ ❄☜☹☹📬" (PERHAPS IT WOULD BE SIMPLER TO SHOW YOU RATHER THAN TELL.)

I am puzzled by this as he brings his left hand up to my face. Suddenly, the hole in his palm swirls with magic before clearing and images appear inside. The scene of me and Sans in his room. We're on his bed and he's laying on top of me, but not in a pervy way, as I trail his spine with my fingers. Suddenly I freeze up and he rolls off of me, laughing as he teleports then returns with a mustard bottle.

"now this is funny. you're so messed up you actually crashed. i haven't seen someone crashed in ages."

He plops down sleepily beside me, already guzzling the bottle.

"i guess this means i win our little game. because this is the last one and i ain't getting any more."

[Rebooting...100% complete.]

[Restarting...now.]

I blink rapidly as life returns to my brain.

"Whoa...Dude...That was trippy as hell."

He snickers.

"just be glad it happened here and not out in town. crashing in public around the wrong people has lead to a lot of easy kills. or so i've been told."

"Wait, so that's a normal thing that happens down here?"

"kind of. like i said, it's been a while since i've seen it happen."

"Then what causes it?"

"no one knows. my guess is that it happens when something clashes with what the person is used to."

He's about to finish off that last bottle when I put my hand out.

"what?"

"Can I have some?"

"no way. this is mine."

"I just want one sip."

"i said no."

"Please? I'll take the remains. I just want something to wet my whistle."

He snorts.

"what are ya? some old-timer in a saloon?"

"What do I need to do to get a sip?"

He pauses for thought.

"well...nah. you'd never do that."

"What?"

He looks at me, then the bottle, and then back to me with a smirk slowly forming.

"how bad do you want some of this?"

I look at him funny.

"don't give me that look. i ain't no perv. i only mean to offer you a dare."

"...I'm listening."

That smirk of his grows.

"i'll let ya have the rest of the bottle, if...you can keep from laughing at one last little joke."

"...That's it?"

"that's it."

"Okay...What's the joke?"

"heh...what do you call a skeleton with benefits?"

I tilt my head and shrug.

"I dunno."

He motions me to lean in closer and doing so lets him whisper in my ear rather huskily.

"a bone buddy~."

I almost giggle but don't. Probably because of the weird 'what the fuck' feeling his tone gave me or the suggestive wink he gives me when he pulls away. Just when I'm about to say something, he starts to snicker and slaps his knee.

"heheheh...oh man...you should see your face right now. oooooh, that was so worth it. here. it's yours."

He hands me the bottle. I just look at him and then the bottle before looking back at him.

"what?"

"Gonna be honest here...I...I can't tell if you were really joking."

He grins like a saucy Cheshire cat.

"maybe i did. or maybe i didn't. the world may never know, kitten. now are ya gonna drink or not?"

This is a weird moment. Yet a rare one. And I look unsure of anything else other than drink.

"Don't make this weird, Sans."

I take the bottle and drink.

"weird? this ain't weird. wanna see something really weird?"

"...You have my attention, good sir."

I eye him funny as sits up and turns his back to me. With no warning he yanks his shorts down, underwear included, and I get a full moon view of his pelvis. This has me dropping the bottle is sheer shock before snickering.

"Oh my god...Is that your coccyx? It's like a little tail! *giggles* That's fucking adorable."

"heh...that ain't even the best part. check this out."

He actually is able to wiggle it and I lose my mind, gripping my sides in laughter.

"Stop...*laughs* That's too...that's too fucking cute!"

He pulls his shorts back up and turns to me with a playful smirk.

"don't lie. ya liked looking at my cute ass."

I settle down enough to breathe properly.

"Dude, you are a cute ass."

He moves closer and removes his shirt.

"how about now? am i still a cute ass?"

I merely smile.

"Now? Now you're just eye candy, sugar bones."

"yeah? ya like what you see, kitten?"

I'm amused by this, as noted by my smirk and coyish way of retrieving the mustard bottle to finish it off completely.

"I can't say that I don't. That's some fine bone structure you got there. Mmmhmm."

He moves in closer as I chuck the empty bottle among the scattered dozen on the floor.

"ya know...you can touch me if you want."

"Yeah?"

"yeah. and who knows..."

He puts a hand on my arm and starts to rub it in a slow yet tender way before having it move up my shoulder then neck to finally rest its caress upon my cheek.

"maybe something more...fun...will happen."

I smirk.

"That's a rather naughty suggestion, bone boy."

"maybe i'm just in a naughty mood."

I nuzzle his hand.

"And here I thought you didn't like me."

He presses his forehead to my own. His eyes hold a hazy look to them.

"i might like you more if you use those soft hands of yours to bone up on more of my anatomy. starting right..."

He takes my free hand and puts it on his manubrium.

"here~."

"Hmmm...Gimme a sec, things are fuzzy, but I'll try."

My thumb grazes the bone above.

"This is the clavicle...The crown that mounts these lovely ten ribs and their two floaty ones."

My fingers scroll down the full length of the center of his chest.

"Under the manubrium is the angle, then the body, and ends in the xiphoid process. And that makes up this beautiful bundle we call the sternum."

I kiss his manubrium and he shudders.

"*groan* fuck..."

I glace at him funny.

"Sans?"

It happens so fast. His mouth is on mine...and I'm not pulling away. After a few seconds, he pauses the kiss. His hazy eyes stare into my befuddled orbs. Not getting any reaction, negative wise at least, he leans in and starts the kiss again. It seems fairly tame at first, his hands slowly feel up my neck and cup my cheeks. But then it gets more heated, he grabs a fistful of hair in the back of my head and growls lowly. I break the kiss in a whimper.

"what's wrong?"

"*wince* Too tight."

Surprisingly, he eases his grip.

"don't be afraid to tell me if i get too rough."

He presses his skull to my forehead.

"you okay with this? what i'm doin' and all?"

I shrug.

"I guess."

"good...good...*sigh* i don't wanna hurt ya. i want ya to like it."

His hand in my hair begins kneading my scalp, making me purr and him smile.

"i want ya to feel good. like...like how ya make me feel."

I grin like a doofus.

"I make you feel good? Awww...You flatterer."

He smirks.

"ya know how you wanted me to feel better? well...i need your help doin' that."

"You do?"

"yeah."

"But what about..."

"shhhhh..."

He nuzzles his way to my ear.

"trust me, we're gonna have a great time~. ya do trust me...don'tcha, lynsie?"

I shiver in his hold as he leaves little kisses along my jaw.

"I do."

He doesn't waste time after that, pushing me over and pinning me beneath him, captured by his relentless affection. Hungry kisses, gripping fingers that claw, and all done without a single care.

"mmmmmm...purr for me, kitten~...i wanna hear how much you're lovin' it~."

"*moan* Sans~..."

The sounds, raw yet sweet. It's so strange. He's more active in this moment than anyone sees him move in a week. Between the lavished kissing, his hands exploring thin skin to feel bone, and his legs trying comfortably keep me pinned, he's putting way more effort than me. For what little I do, my hands timidly try to find a place to hold him but linger only for fleeting moments since the contact made has him groaning. Though as more time passes, some sounds get louder than others and movement grinds to a halt. A more normal sound is heard admixed his pleasure. Snoring. Sans hears it too and stops his fooling around. It appears as though I passed out. Either from the alcohol or overwhelming heat of the moment, who knows. His figurative toy's batteries now in recharge mode, he calls it quits on anymore fun.

"heh heh...not bad, lightweight. lasted longer than i thought. was hoping for more but..."

Not about to pass up a new bed accessory, Sans makes himself cozy on my chest and nuzzle my boobs.

"this works too. *coo* ya really do make a good pillow~."

His sockets close and he yawns into a sigh, time for his own sleep.

Gaster pulls his hand away and I am blushing the same level of red as his sweater's collar.

"And that...That legit happened? For really real? This isn't some fucked up mind manipulative magic to make me see shit...right?"

He sighs.

"✋ 👎✋👎 🕈✌☼☠ ✡⚐🕆📬 👌🕆❄ 👎⚐ ☼☜💣☜💣👌☜☼ ❄☟✌❄ 👌⚐❄☟ ⚐☞ ✡⚐🕆 🕈☜☼☜☠🕯❄ ✋☠ ❄☟☜ 💧⚐🕆☠👎☜💧❄ ⚐☞ 💣✋☠👎💧☜❄💧📬" (I DID WARN YOU. BUT DO REMEMBER THAT BOTH OF YOU WEREN'T IN THE SOUNDEST OF MINDSETS.)

Things start to click in my head...and not in a good way. Why? Why didn't I fight that? What about Grillby? Where was he in my mind during all this?! The fuck is wrong with me?! And Sans...Sans!

"That son of a bitch!"

My snap is so sudden that it actually makes Gaster jump slightly.

"He gets all up in my ass over even the smallest hint of Grillby and me being a thing, then does this bullshit? Fuck that! I am so giving him a piece of my mind!"

"👌☜☞⚐☼☜ ✡⚐🕆 👎⚐📪 ✋❄ 🕈⚐🕆☹👎 🏱☼⚐👌✌👌☹✡ ☟☜☹🏱 ❄⚐ 😐☠⚐🕈 ❄☟✌❄ ☟☜ 👎⚐☜💧☠🕯❄ ☼☜💣☜💣👌☜☼ ❄☟☜ ☜✞☜☠❄💧 ⚐☞ ❄☟✌❄ ☠✋☝☟❄ ☜✋❄☟☜☼📬" (BEFORE YOU DO, IT WOULD PROBABLY HELP TO KNOW THAT HE DOESN'T REMEMBER THE EVENTS OF THAT NIGHT EITHER.)

I fume.

"Oh well, that's just great. That's fucking fantastic! So he gets to be normal and not have a damn clue, all while I get to walk around knowing he came on to me, but I can't say a god damn...thing...oh...oh shit!"

Slowly that starts to sink in and when it does, it's not pretty.

"☟🕆💣✌☠✍" (HUMAN?)

"Oh my god!"

"🏱☹☜✌💧☜ 👍✌☹💣 👎⚐☠🕈📬" (PLEASE CALM DONW.)

"Calm down?! Your brother was doing stuff to me, and most likely, wanted to fuck me! I mean, that's fucked up considering a lot of our history has been him wanting me to leave him the hell alone. How does that even work?"

"🕈☜☹☹📬📬📬" (WELL...)

"No, I mean, for real, how would that even be possible between us? I saw his ass. Granted, it is very adorable, as drunk me put it. But he doesn't have...you know...stuff down there. Does he?"

"❄☟✌❄🕯💧 ☠⚐❄ ☟⚐🕈 💧😐☜☹☜❄⚐☠💧📪 ❄⚐ 🏱🕆❄ ✋❄ ✋☠ ✡⚐🕆☼ 🕈⚐☼👎💧📬📬📬☞🕆👍😐📬" (THAT'S NOT HOW SKELETONS, TO PUT IT IN YOUR WORDS...FUCK.)

"It's not?"

"☠⚐📬" (NO.)

"Huh...So there's no chance of there being a dick there but made of bones? Because there are creatures with bones in their penises."

"☞⚐☼ ❄☟☜ ☹⚐✞☜ ⚐☞ ☝⚐👎📪 💧❄⚐🏱 ☼✋☝☟❄ ☠⚐🕈 👌☜☞⚐☼☜ ✌☠⚐❄☟☜☼ 💧✋👍😐 🕈⚐☼👎 👍⚐💣☜💧 ⚐🕆❄ ⚐☞ ✡⚐🕆☼ 💣⚐🕆❄☟✏" (FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP RIGHT NOW BEFORE ANOTHER SICK WORD COMES OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!)

I don't think I could've imagined a time in my life where I'd see Gaster as flustered as he is now. His skull is glowing as bright as a roman candle and his eyes, while giving me that "what the fuck is wrong with you" look, are wide with embarrassment. Needless to say, I'm surprised but I get why he's upset.

"Okay, calm down, doctor. I meant no disrespect. As we are ones with curious minds, do forgive me for thinking unorthodox thoughts when it comes to you and your siblings' anatomy. I know not how you function and my lack of understanding tends to let my imagination fill in the gaps. Please, accept my humblest of apologies."

I bow my head in forgiveness and that seems to settle him a little bit.

"✋❄📬📬📬✋❄🕯💧 ☞✋☠☜📬 ✡⚐🕆 👎⚐☠🕯❄ 😐☠⚐🕈 ✌☠👎 �� 👍✌☠🕯❄ ☜✠🏱☜👍❄ ✡⚐🕆 ❄⚐ 😐☠⚐🕈 ☜✞☜☼✡❄☟✋☠☝📬 ☺🕆💧❄ 👎⚐ ❄☼✡ ❄⚐ ❄☟✋☠😐 ☞✋☼💧❄ 👌☜☞⚐☼☜ ✡⚐🕆 💧🏱☜✌😐 🕈☟☜☠ ✋❄ 👍⚐💣☜💧 ❄⚐ 💧🕆👌☺☜👍❄💧 ☹✋😐☜ ❄☟✋💧📬" (IT...IT'S FINE. YOU DON'T KNOW AND I CAN'T EXPECT YOU TO KNOW EVERYTHING. JUST DO TRY TO THINK FIRST BEFORE YOU SPEAK WHEN IT COMES TO SUBJECTS LIKE THIS.)

"Yes, sir."

He moves as if he aims to take a seat, but there is nothing here aside from us. Yet to further ruin my understanding of how things work, he's sitting as if he's on a chair. So many things in my brain break from this and I hate it.

"☺🕆👎☝✋☠☝ ☞☼⚐💣 ✌☹☹ ❄☟✋💧📪 ✋ 💧☜☜ ❄⚐☼✋☜☹ ☟✌💧 ☹☜☞❄ ⚐🕆❄ ☜✞☜☠ 💣⚐☼☜ ✋☠☞⚐☼💣✌❄✋⚐☠ ❄☟✌❄ ✡⚐🕆 💣✌✡ ⚐☼ 💣✌✡ ☠⚐❄ ☠☜☜👎 ❄⚐ 😐☠⚐🕈 👌🕆❄ 💧☟⚐🕆☹👎 💧❄✋☹☹ 👌☜ ✌🕈✌☼☜ ⚐☞📬" (JUDGING FROM ALL THIS, I SEE TORIEL HAS LEFT OUT EVEN MORE INFORMATION THAT YOU MAY OR MAY NOT NEED TO KNOW BUT SHOULD STILL BE AWARE OF.)

"Yeah, she tends to do that."

I plop down on the floor. No way I have the power to sit in nonresistant chairs.

"✞☜☼✡ 🕈☜☹☹📬 ✋ 💧☟✌☹☹ ❄☜☹☹ ✡⚐🕆 ⚐☞ ❄☟✋💧 💧⚐☹☜☹✡ 💧⚐ ❄☟✌❄ 👍✌☠ ✌✞⚐✋👎 ☜☠👍⚐🕆☠❄☜☼✋☠☝ 💧🕆👍☟ 👌☜☟✌✞✋⚐☼ ✋☠ ❄☟☜ ☞🕆❄🕆☼☜📬 ☹☜💧💧 ✡⚐🕆 ✌☠👎 💧✌☠💧 ☝☜❄ ✋☠❄⚐ ✌☠⚐❄☟☜☼ ☼⚐🕆☠👎 ⚐☞ 👎☼⚐🕈☠✋☠☝ ✡⚐🕆☼💧☜☹✞☜💧 ✋☠ 👍⚐☠❄✌💣✋☠✌❄☜👎 👍⚐☠👎✋💣☜☠❄💧📬" (VERY WELL. I SHALL TELL YOU OF THIS SOLELY SO THAT CAN AVOID ENCOUNTERING SUCH BEHAVIOR IN THE FUTURE. LESS YOU AND SANS GET INTO ANOTHER ROUND OF DROWNING YOURSELVES IN CONTAMINATED CONDIMENTS.)

"Which surely won't happen again for any discernible reason whatsoever."

He sighs to himself, probably regretting this whole conversation more than he thought he would.

"✌☠✡🕈✌✡📬📬📬🕈☟☜☠ ✋❄ 👍⚐💣☜💧 ❄⚐ ❄☟☜ 🏱☟✡💧✋👍✌☹ ☠✌❄🕆☼☜ ⚐☞ 🕆💧 💣⚐☠💧❄☜☼💧📪 ❄☟☜☼☜ ✌☼☜ ❄🕈⚐ ☝☼⚐🕆🏱💧 💣⚐☠💧❄☜☼ ☞✌☹☹💧 ✋☠❄⚐📬 ❄☼✌👎✋❄✋⚐☠✌☹ ✌☠👎 ☠⚐☠❄☼✌👎✋❄✋⚐☠✌☹ ☞⚐☼💣💧📬 ❄☼✌👎✋❄✋⚐☠✌☹ ☞⚐☼💣☜👎 💣⚐☠💧❄☜☼💧 ☟✌✞☜ 👌⚐👎✋☹✡ ✌☠✌❄⚐💣✡ 💧✋💣✋☹✌☼ ❄⚐ 🕈☟✌❄ ✡⚐🕆 💣✋☝☟❄ 👌☜ 🕆💧☜👎 ❄⚐ ⚐☠ ❄☟☜ 💧🕆☼☞✌👍☜📬 ❄☟☜✡ ☟✌✞☜ 👍⚐🏱🕆☹✌❄✋✞☜ ☼☜☹✌❄✋⚐☠💧 🕈✋❄☟ ⚐☼☝✌☠✋👍 🏱✌☼❄💧📬" (ANYWAY...WHEN IT COMES TO THE PHYSICAL NATURE OF US MONSTERS, THERE ARE TWO GROUPS MONSTER FALLS INTO. TRADITIONAL AND NONTRADITIONAL FORMS. TRADITIONAL FORMED MONSTERS HAVE BODILY ANATOMY SIMILAR TO WHAT YOU MIGHT BE USED TO ON THE SURFACE. THEY HAVE COPULATIVE RELATIONS WITH ORGANIC PARTS.)

"Makes sense so far."

"☠⚐☠❄☼✌👎✋❄✋⚐☠✌☹ ☞⚐☼💣☜👎 💣⚐☠💧❄☜☼💧📪 💧🕆👍☟ ✌💧 💣✡ 😐✋☠👎 ✌☠👎 ⚐❄☟☜☼💧 ✡⚐🕆 ☟✌✞☜ 💧☜☜☠📪 ⚐🕆☼ 👌⚐👎✋☜💧 ❄☜☠👎 ❄⚐ ☹✌👍😐 ❄☟☜ 🏱☟✡💧✋⚐☹⚐☝✡ ❄☟✌❄ ❄☼✌👎✋❄✋⚐☠✌☹ ☞⚐☼💣☜👎 💣⚐☠💧❄☜☼💧 🏱⚐💧💧☜💧💧📬 ❄☟✋💧 💣✌😐☜💧 ☼☜☹✌❄✋⚐☠💧 💧🕆👍☟ ✌💧 ✡⚐🕆 😐☠⚐🕈 ⚐☞ 💣⚐💧❄☹✡ ✋💣🏱⚐💧💧✋👌☹☜📪 👌🕆❄ ☠⚐❄ ✋💣🏱☼⚐👌✌👌☹☜📬 ❄☟🕆💧📪 ⚐🕆☼ ❄✡🏱☜ ☟✌💧 ☜✞⚐☹✞☜👎 ❄⚐ ☼☜🏱☼⚐👎🕆👍☜ ✋☠ ✌ 👎✋☞☞☜☼☜☠❄ 💣✌☠☠☜☼📬" (NONTRADITIONAL FORMED MONSTERS, SUCH AS MY KIND AND OTHERS YOU HAVE SEEN, OUR BODIES TEND TO LACK THE PHYSIOLOGY THAT TRADITIONAL FORMED MONSTERS POSSESS. THIS MAKES RELATIONS SUCH AS YOU KNOW OF MOSTLY IMPOSSIBLE, BUT NOT IMPROBABLE. THUS, OUR TYPE HAS EVOLVED TO REPRODUCE IN A DIFFERENT MANNER.)

He frames his hands over his chest and a faint outline of an upside down heart appears, yet something isn't quite right about it...It's hollow.

"💧⚐🕆☹💧 ✌☼☜ ✌ 💣✌☼✞☜☹⚐🕆💧 ❄☟✋☠☝📬 ❄☟☜ 👍⚐☼☜ ⚐☞ ✌☹☹ ☹✋☞☜📬 ✌☠👎 ✌💧 💧🕆👍☟📬📬📬❄☟☜✡ ✌☼☜ 👍✌🏱✌👌☹☜ ⚐☞ ☝☼✌☠❄✋☠☝ ☠☜🕈 ☹✋☞☜ ✌💧 🕈☜☹☹📬" (SOULS ARE A MARVELOUS THING. THE CORE OF ALL LIFE. AND AS SUCH...THEY ARE CAPABLE OF GRANTING NEW LIFE AS WELL.)

The gears grind in my head.

"Wait. So what you're telling me is, and excuse my bluntness...You have sex with your souls?"

"✋☠ ☹✌✡💣✌☠🕯💧 ❄☜☼💣💧📬📬📬✡☜💧📬" (IN LAYMAN'S TERMS...YES.)

I scratch my head in puzzlement as he allows his strange soul to return to him.

"...I have so many questions now."

"💧🕆👍☟ ✌💧✍" (SUCH AS?)

My mind blanks, I didn't really expect him to be willing to answer.

"Um...uh...This soul thing...Is it just limited to your type or are the other monsters able to do it?"

"✋❄ 🕈⚐☼😐💧 ☞⚐☼ ☜✞☜☼✡ 👌☜✋☠☝ 🕈✋❄☟ ✌ 💧⚐🕆☹📬 ☜✞☜☠ ☟🕆💣✌☠💧📬 👌🕆❄ 💧🕆👍☟ ✌☠ ✌👍❄ ☟✌💧 ☠⚐❄ 👌☜☜☠ 👎⚐👍🕆💣☜☠❄☜👎 ✌💧 ☞✌☼ ✌💧 ✋ 😐☠⚐🕈📬 ✌☠👎 ✌💧 ✡⚐🕆 ☟✌✞☜ 💧☟✌☼☜👎📪 ☟🕆💣✌☠💧 ☹✌👍😐 💣✌☝✋👍 ✌☠👎 ❄☟☜ 🕆💧☜ ⚐☞ ❄☟☜✋☼ 💧⚐🕆☹💧📬 💧⚐ ❄☟✋💧 ☞⚐☼💣 ⚐☞ ✋☠❄✋💣✌👍✡ ✋💧 ☹⚐💧❄ ❄⚐ ✡⚐🕆☼ 😐✋☠👎📬" (IT WORKS FOR EVERY BEING WITH A SOUL. EVEN HUMANS. BUT SUCH AN ACT HAS NOT BEEN DOCUMENTED AS FAR AS I KNOW. AND AS YOU HAVE SHARED, HUMANS LACK MAGIC AND THE USE OF THEIR SOULS. SO THIS FORM OF INTIMACY IS LOST TO YOUR KIND.)

I rub my face and drag my hands down slowly.

"*annoyed groan* So this whole time...Not only am I carrying around a ticking time bomb that can make me kill people...Not only is it now going through some messed up hormone crap...Not only is it the most wanted thing in the entire Underground...But it's also a reproductive organ? What the actual fuck?!"

He smirks and rests his chin on his knuckles in amusement. This sitting trick he's doing is amazing.

"✡⚐🕆 ☠☜✞☜☼ 👍☜✌💧☜ ❄⚐ 🏱☼⚐✞✋👎☜ 💣☜ 🕈✋❄☟ ☜☠❄☜☼❄✌✋☠💣☜☠❄📬 ❄☟☜ 🕈✌✡ ✡⚐🕆 👎✋💧🏱☹✌✡ ✡⚐🕆☼ ☜💣⚐❄✋⚐☠💧 ✋💧 🏱☼✋👍☜☹☜💧💧📬" (YOU NEVER CEASE TO PROVIDE ME WITH ENTERTAINMENT. THE WAY YOU DISPLAY YOUR EMOTIONS IS PRICELESS.)

What? So...Was he just fucking with me this whole time? I glare weakly.

"Don't tease me with shit like this."

"☟☜☟ ☟☜☟📬📬📬✋☞ ⚐☠☹✡ ✋❄ 🕈✌💧 ✌ ❄☜✌💧☜📬 🕈☟✌❄ ✋🕯✞☜ ❄⚐☹👎 ✡⚐🕆 ✋💧 ❄☟☜ ❄☼🕆❄☟📬 🕈☟☜❄☟☜☼ ✡⚐🕆 👍☟⚐⚐💧☜ ❄⚐ 👌☜☹✋☜✞☜ ✋❄ ⚐☼ ☠⚐❄ ✋💧 🕆🏱 ❄⚐ ✡⚐🕆📬" (HEH HEH...IF ONLY IT WAS A TEASE. WHAT I'VE TOLD YOU IS THE TRUTH. WHETHER YOU CHOOSE TO BELIEVE IT OR NOT IS UP TO YOU.)

I groan loudly and fall back, laying flat under the weight of weird information that is fucked up.

"What is my life anymore? Things were so much simpler when I was dead inside and I'd stay in my room for so long that everyone would forget I was even home. Souls were just metaphysical concepts of intangible thought and not actual things that can be seen or touched. *groan* Do you wanna know something funny?"

"💧🕆☼☜📬" (SURE.)

"Sometimes I still wonder if they've noticed I'm gone or not. I doubt it. But it would be funny for them to finally notice now. To finally remember that I was fucking there!"

My chest hurts and I feel old darkness creeping back from the depths of my being. Gaster's amusement dies there. His features going emotionless with familiarity.

"Mind if I do something weird? I've bummed myself out and need to feel better."

"👎⚐ 🕈☟✌❄ ✡⚐🕆 ☠☜☜👎 ❄⚐📬 ✋❄ 🕈⚐☠🕯❄ 👌⚐❄☟☜☼ 💣☜📬" (DO WHAT YOU NEED TO. IT WON'T BOTHER ME.)

I shut my eyes and think for a moment. Soon my fingers begin to tap on the floor in the vague tune of Simon & Garfunkel's song "The Sound of Silence".

"♪Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeping. Left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain...Still remains. Within the sound of silence.♫"

I don't know what it is about music, but it helps me. In my darkest days, I'd lay in my lightless room and just listen to the radio till I fell asleep. Letting my mind wander and create all sorts of fantasies to escape to rather than sink in despair. And since my iPod isn't here, singing is the backup alternative.

"♪In restless dreams I walked alone. Narrow streets of cobblestone. 'Neath the halo of a street lamp. I turned my collar to the cold and damp. When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light...That split the night. And touched the sound of silence.♫"

Gaster stands up and I can hear him moving over to me.

"♪And in the naked light I saw. Ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking. People hearing without listening. People writing songs that voices never share...No one dared. Disturb the sound of silence.♫"

He comes to stand over me now. I open my eyes and find my vision swimming. He just stares down at me with his hand behind his back. I simply continue my short song.

"♪'Fools' said I, 'You do not know. Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you. Take my arms that I might reach you'. But my words like silent raindrops fell...And echoed in the wells of silence.♫"

He nods softly and offers a hand to me. I eye him and sigh through my nose before taking his hand, letting him help me off the floor.

"♪And the people bowed and prayed. To the neon god they made. And the sign flashed out its warning. In the words that it was forming. And the sign said, 'The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls...And tenement halls'. And whispered in the sounds of silence...♫"

"💧🕆👍☟ ✌ 💧⚐💣👌☜☼ 💧⚐☠☝📬" (SUCH A SOMBER SONG.)

"And yet, it makes me feel better when I'm feeling blue."

"✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜ ✌ ✈🕆✋☼😐✡ ☝✋☼☹📬 👌🕆❄ ✋❄ 💣✌😐☜💧 ✡⚐🕆 🕆☠✋✈🕆☜📬 ✋❄🕯💧📬📬📬☼☜☞☼☜💧☟✋☠☝📬" (YOU ARE A QUIRKY GIRL. BUT IT MAKES YOU UNIQUE. IT'S...REFRESHING.)

I smile shyly.

"Thanks."

I notice I'm still holding his hand and instinct tells me to let go...but I don't. It feels too good to have living contact after feeling bad. If it bothers him at all he doesn't say a word. We just stand there. This odd sense of tranquility slowly comes to me. It's...It's nice. Too bad my brain always ruins good things.

"Gaster..."

"☟💣💣💣✍✆" (HMMM?)

"Forgive me if this is too personal. But...Can I ask what happened to your soul?"

The feel in the room chills. His grip on my hand suddenly tightens. I regret speaking.

"Gaster?"

He doesn't say a word but his grip gets painfully harsh. The bones in my hand squeeze uncomfortably.

"Gaster, stop. You're hurting me."

He pauses, his grip loosening slightly. I try to take my hand back and this proves to be a terrible move. The moment he feels this movement I'm hurled across the room and pinned to the wall by dozens of hands. The wind is then knocked out of my lungs by the force of his real hand slamming into my chest and forcing my rainbow swirl of a soul out through his palm as I snarl meekly.

"✡⚐🕆 🕈✌☠❄ ❄⚐ 😐☠⚐🕈 ✌👌⚐🕆❄ 💣✡ 💧⚐🕆☹✍ ✋💧 ❄☟✌❄ ✌ ❄☼🕆☜ ✈🕆☜💧❄✋⚐☠ ☞☼⚐💣 ✡⚐🕆📬📬📬⚐☼ 👍☟✌☼✌✍" (YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT MY SOUL? IS THAT A TRUE QUESTION FROM YOU...OR CHARA?)

"I told you, Chara doesn't know about this."

"☟☜ ☟✌💧☠🕯❄ 👌☜☜☠ 💧🏱☜✌😐✋☠☝ 🕈✋❄☟ ✡⚐🕆 ✌💧 ⚐☞❄☜☠ ✌💧 ☟☜ 🕆💧☜👎 ❄⚐📪 ☟✌💧 ☟☜✍ 👎⚐ ☠⚐❄ ☹✋☜ ❄⚐ 💣☜📬" (HE HASN'T BEEN SPEAKING WITH YOU AS OFTEN AS HE USED TO, HAS HE? DO NOT LIE TO ME.)

Now that he mentions it...

"He...He has been quiet for a long time."

"💧👍☟☜💣✋☠☝ 👌☼✌❄ ✋💧 🕆🏱 ❄⚐ 💧⚐💣☜❄☟✋☠☝📬 ☠⚐❄☟✋☠☝ ☝⚐⚐👎 ☜✞☜☼ 👍✌💣☜ ☞☼⚐💣 🕈☟☜☠ ❄☟✌❄ 👍☟✋☹👎 🕈✌💧 💧✋☹☜☠❄📬" (SCHEMING BRAT IS UP TO SOMETHING. NOTHING GOOD EVER CAME FROM WHEN THAT CHILD WAS SILENT.)

This has me worried. I want to trust them both. But this does make a small shadow be cast on Chara for acting shady.

"☜✋❄☟☜☼ 🕈✌✡📪 💣✡ 💧⚐🕆☹ ✋💧 ⚐☞ ☠⚐ 👍⚐☠👍☜☼☠ ⚐☞ ✡⚐🕆☼💧📬 ✡⚐🕆 💧☟⚐🕆☹👎 👌☜ 💣⚐☼☜ ✋☠❄☜☼☜💧❄☜👎 ✋☠ ✡⚐🕆☼ ⚐🕈☠📬" (EITHER WAY, MY SOUL IS OF NO CONCERN OF YOURS. YOU SHOULD BE MORE INTERESTED IN YOUR OWN.)

His free hand cups my soul, his fingers flex into it and I wince. This adds a whole new feeling of weird now knowing what other thing my soul is.

"☞✌💧👍✋☠✌❄✋☠☝📪 ✋💧 ✋❄ ☠⚐❄📪 ☹✋❄❄☹☜ ⚐☠☜✍ ☟⚐🕈 💧⚐💣☜❄☟✋☠☝ 💧⚐ 💧💣✌☹☹ ☟✌💧 💧⚐ 💣🕆👍☟ 🏱⚐🕈☜☼📬 ☟🕆💣✌☠ 💧⚐🕆☹💧 ☟✌✞☜ ✌☹🕈✌✡💧 👌☜☜☠ 💧❄☼⚐☠☝📪 👌🕆❄ ✡⚐🕆☼💧📬📬📬🕈☜☹☹📬📬📬✋ ❄☟✋☠😐 ✡⚐🕆 😐☠⚐🕈 👌✡ ☠⚐🕈 ❄☟✌❄ ✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜ ⚐☠ ☹☜✞☜☹💧 ✋ ☠☜✞☜☼ 👎☼☜✌💣☜👎 ⚐☞ ☞✋☠👎✋☠☝📬" (FASCINATING, IS IT NOT, LITTLE ONE? HOW SOMETHING SO SMALL HAS SO MUCH POWER. HUMAN SOULS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN STRONG, BUT YOURS...WELL...I THINK YOU KNOW BY NOW THAT YOU ARE ON LEVELS I NEVER DREAMED OF FINDING.)

His index finger suddenly plunges into my heart-shaped soul and the roar I let out is a garbled mess of distorted sound.

"✌☠👎 ❄☟✌❄📬📬📬❄☟✌❄ 💧❄☼✌☠☝☜ 👌☜☟✌✞✋⚐☼📬 ✋ 💧🕈☜✌☼ ✋ 🕈✋☹☹ ☞✋☠👎 ⚐🕆❄ ❄☟☜ 👍✌🕆💧☜📬" (AND THAT...THAT STRANGE BEHAVIOR. I SWEAR I WILL FIND OUT THE CAUSE.)

"A͘ŗ͠g̸h̶! ͘͠T͟a̶͜ke̶ ̢҉y͜o͝ur d̷̕a̡̧͠mn̢͟ ̷fi̧͠n̕g̕̕͝e͟r͟ ̷̵͘ò̸ứ͟t͘͠͠!̀͏̡"

I thrash in the grip of his conjured up appendages but it is a futile effort that hurts me more.

"✌☟ ✌☟ ✌☟📬 ❄☟✌❄🕯💧 ☠⚐❄ 🏱✌☼❄ ⚐☞ ❄☟☜ 👎☜✌☹📬 ☼☜💣☜💣👌☜☼✍ ✡⚐🕆 🕈⚐🕆☹👎 ☝✋✞☜ 💣☜ ☞🕆☹☹ ✌👍👍☜💧💧 ❄⚐ ✡⚐🕆☼ 💧⚐🕆☹ 🕈✋❄☟ ☠⚐ 👍⚐💣🏱☹✌✋☠❄💧 ⚐☼ ☼☜💧✋💧❄✌☠👍☜ 💧⚐ ☹⚐☠☝ ✌💧 ✋❄ ☹☜✌👎💧 ❄⚐ ❄☟☜ 👌☜❄❄☜☼ 🕆☠👎☜☼💧❄✌☠👎✋☠☝ ⚐☞ ✡⚐🕆☼ 💧⚐🕆☹📬 ✌☠👎 💧✋☠👍☜ ⚐🕆☼ ☹✌💧❄ ☜✠🏱☜☼✋💣☜☠❄📪 ✋ ☟✌✞☜ ☹☜✌☼☠☜👎 ✌ ☞🕆☠ ✡☜❄ ☟☜☹🏱☞🕆☹ ❄☼✋👍😐📬" (AH AH AH. THAT'S NOT PART OF THE DEAL. REMEMBER? YOU WOULD GIVE ME FULL ACCESS TO YOUR SOUL WITH NO COMPLAINTS OR RESISTANCE SO LONG AS IT LEADS TO THE BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF YOUR SOUL. AND SINCE OUR LAST EXPERIMENT, I HAVE LEARNED A FUN YET HELPFUL TRICK.)

His invading digit moves deeper into the heart and the sounds of pain I garble out with are anything but human. Though his actions do seem to have the effect he was alluding to, as the clashing ten colors of my soul abruptly recede to leave only one randomly...it's orange.

"🕈✋❄☟ ☹✋❄❄☹☜ 💣⚐☼☜ ❄☟✌☠ ✌ 💧☹✋☝☟❄ ❄⚐🕆👍☟📪 ✌☠👎 ✌ ☟✋☠❄ ⚐☞ 💣✡ ⚐🕈☠ 💣✌☝✋👍📪 ✡⚐🕆☼ ❄☼✌✋❄💧 👍✌☠ 👌☜ ✌👍❄✋✞✌❄☜👎 ✌💧 ☜✌💧✋☹✡ ✌💧 ⚐☠☜ 🕈⚐🕆☹👎 ☞☹✋🏱 ✌ ☹✋☝☟❄ 💧🕈✋❄👍☟📬" (WITH LITTLE MORE THAN A SLIGHT TOUCH, AND A HINT OF MY OWN MAGIC, YOUR TRAITS CAN BE ACTIVATED AS EASILY AS ONE WOULD FLIP A LIGHT SWITCH.)

[You're filled with BRAVERY.]

"G̢et̨ ̀ỳou're̛ fųcki͜ng͘ fíng̷e҉r̷ o̸ùt b͞efo҉re ̕I͜ ̨b́rea͞k̴ ͠i̕t͟ o͟f͏f a̷nd ͞c̷ram̵ it̛ s̀om̧ęwh̷ère̛ n͜ot͝ ̧even̛ go͟d da̴res͢ to͝ ̴see!"

My teeth are bared and I'm snarling like a rabid dog. He merely chuckles.

"☞✌💧👍✋☠✌❄✋☠☝📬 ✋ 🕈⚐☠👎☜☼📬📬📬" (FASCINATING. I WONDER...)

His finger moves and the orange bleeds into another color...purple.

[You're filled with PERSEVERANCE.]

"Th͞i͘s dísp͡la̢y̕ ́in p̨o͏w̨ęr ̨i͜s̵ qu͟i͞t͘e ̸únn̷e͡ces̷saŕy̶. Yóu k͢now ͜Í'̷m͠ n͝o̵t͏ ́i͜n ͞an͡y pos͏i͜t̡i̷o͘n to̧ stơp y̶o̵u. ̴S͜ǫ i͝f̷ ͜you c̶a͠n s͏t̕óp̀ s̛trơk̢in͡g ͢your e̡gó ̕a͘n͜d́ g͘et ́t͢o ͘the ̵pơi͘nt́ ͜o̵f̕ ́t̵his cl̶e̡çhé͘ s͡how of ̢yòurs,̷ ̵m͏ay̨b̢e̕ ̶w͠e̡ ca̡n ̧aćt̀u͏a͡ll͟y d̸o̢ s͜om͢ethin͘g ̢ţha͜t va͠gu͏ely ̢r͠esem͟bl͢e͝s ͏pro͘g͟re̷ss."

That seems to get to him for a moment before his eyes narrow a bit.

"💧⚐ 💣✡ ❄☟☜⚐☼✡ ✋💧 👍⚐☼☼☜👍❄📬 ☜✌👍☟ ❄☼✌✋❄ 👎⚐☜💧 👍⚐✋☠👍✋👎☜ 🕈✋❄☟ ✌ 🏱✌☼❄ ⚐☞ ✡⚐🕆☼ 🏱☜☼💧⚐☠✌☹✋❄✡📬 ❄☟✋💧 ⚐☠☜ ✋💧 ☼✌❄☟☜☼ 🏱⚐💣🏱🕆💧 ✋☠ 💣✡ ⚐🏱✋☠✋⚐☠📬" (SO MY THEORY IS CORRECT. EACH TRAIT DOES COINCIDE WITH A PART OF YOUR PERSONALITY. THIS ONE IS RATHER POMPUS IN MY OPINION.)

"I͠t̀ ͠t̵ąkes ̴on͜ę t̨o ͞kn҉ow ̨on̷ȩ.͘"

He glares and another rough internal flick has my soul change color once more...green.

[You're filled with KINDNESS.]

"I'm̴ ҉s̢orr̶y. I'̕m͡ ̴b͢ei͡ng̡ ne͏e̛d̷l̀e̛ssl͜y҉ m̢ea͞n͞. ̵I k̛now̛ ͜yo̵u͜'̀re̢ ju͟st ̶tr͝y͟ing ţo ̵hel̀p̛.͞ B͘u̧t th̷e pa̡i̡n͟ ͏ma͝k̀es ̧me͡ ͜cr͝a̷n̶ky͡. Ýo͜u'͢re̸ not mad͏ ̵at ̡me,̵ are̴ ̶y͞o͟u?"

A look comes to his face that I'm not quite sure of.

"📬📬📬☟⚐🕈 👎⚐ ✋ ☝☜❄ ❄☟✋💧 ❄⚐ 👌☜ ✡⚐🕆☼ 👎☜☞✌🕆☹❄ 💧❄✌❄☜✍" (...HOW DO I GET THIS TO BE YOUR DEFAULT STATE?)

I stick my tongue out at him childishly.

"✋ ✌☹💣⚐💧❄ 👎⚐☠🕯❄ 🕈✌☠❄ ❄⚐ 😐☜☜🏱 ☝⚐✋☠☝📬 ❄☟✋💧 🏱✌☼❄ ⚐☞ ✡⚐🕆 ✋💧 ❄☟☜ 👍☹⚐💧☜💧❄ ❄☟✋☠☝ ❄⚐ ✌👎⚐☼✌👌☹☜ ✋ ☟✌✞☜ 👌☜☜☠ ✌👌☹☜ ❄⚐ 🕈✋❄☠☜💧💧📬" (I ALMOST DON'T WANT TO KEEP GOING. THIS PART OF YOU IS THE CLOSEST THING TO ADORABLE I HAVE BEEN ABLE TO WITNESS.)

However, he adds a second finger into my soul and for the first time in my life I scream.

"💧✌👎☹✡📪 ❄⚐ 💧❄⚐🏱 ☠⚐🕈 🕈⚐🕆☹👎☠🕯❄ ✌☹☹⚐🕈 🕆💧 ❄⚐ ❄☜💧❄ ⚐🕆❄ ❄☟☜ 💣⚐☼☜ 👍⚐💣🏱☹☜✠ ❄☼✌✋❄💧 ✡⚐🕆 🏱⚐💧💧☜💧💧📬 👌🕆❄ 🕈☟☜☼☜ ❄⚐ 👌☜☝✋☠✍ ☟💣💣💣📬📬📬✋ 👎⚐ 💧🕆🏱🏱⚐💧☜ 🕈☜ 💧☟⚐🕆☹👎 💧✌✞☜ ❄☟☜ 👌☜💧❄ ☞⚐☼ ☹✌💧❄📬 ✌☞❄☜☼ ✌☹☹📪 ❄☟✌❄ ⚐☠☜ ❄☜☠👎💧 ❄⚐ 👌☜ ✞☜☼✡📬📬📬❄☼⚐🕆👌☹☜💧⚐💣☜📬" (SADLY, TO STOP NOW WOULDN'T ALLOW US TO TEST OUT THE MORE COMPLEX TRAITS YOU POSSESS. BUT WHERE TO BEGIN? HMMM...I DO SUPPOSE WE SHOULD SAVE THE BEST FOR LAST. AFTER ALL, THAT ONE TENDS TO BE VERY...TROUBLESOME.)

He can't possibly be thinking of letting that THING out, is he? He can't really be that crazy. He can't! A twist of those intruding phalanges has every fiber of my being ignites in the fires of unpleasantness as my soul throbs into its next color...pink.

[You're filled with PASSION.]

"❄☟✋💧 🕈✋☹☹ 👌☜ ✋☠❄☜☼☜💧❄✋☠☝📬 🕈☟☜☠☜✞☜☼ ❄☟✋💧 ❄☼✌✋❄ 👍⚐💣☜💧 ❄⚐ ✡⚐🕆📪 ✡⚐🕆 ❄☜☠👎 ❄⚐ 💧❄✋☹☹ 👌☜☟✌✞☜ ✌💧 ✡⚐🕆 ☠⚐☼💣✌☹☹✡ 👎⚐📬 ☠⚐🕈 ✋☠ ✋❄🕯💧 🏱🕆☼☜ 💧❄✌❄☜📪 ✋ 👍✌☠ ⚐☠☹✡ ✋💣✌☝✋☠☜ 🕈☟✌❄ ✡⚐🕆 💣✋☝☟❄📬📬📬" (THIS WILL BE INTERESTING. WHENEVER THIS TRAIT COMES TO YOU, YOU TEND TO STILL BEHAVE AS YOU NORMALLY DO. NOW IN IT'S PURE STATE, I CAN ONLY IMAGINE WHAT YOU MIGHT...)

"Ẁe̸ll̨ h͠ello͝ t҉he͡re͏,̧ doc̨to͞r~."

Perplexion comes to Gaster. My voice holds a rather flirty inflection.

"Wh̢at'̷s͞ wr̕on͡g, ̸G? ҉A͢re̸n̵'̴t ́I͏ s̵t͘ill a̵d̷oráble? ̴O̴r ͞i̸s͠ t͟h̴e̕ s̴in o͜f͜ fi͏nge̵r͢in̷g ͜a̶ lad͢y'͏s ҉so͝u͟l̵ ҉sink̛i̡n̴g̴ i͝n ̛no͝w?̧ ̷M̷mmm̵..̨.s̀ųc̶h̴ a͡ ̨n͠au͘gh̴ty ͢boy y̧ou áre͠~͘.̶"

His hand almost retreats in disgust but even this doesn't sway the man. Though the uncomfortable blush he has is worth the weird feeling this trait gives me.

"✋ ❄☟✋☠😐 ❄☟✋💧 ❄☼✌✋❄ ☟✌💧 👌☜☜☠ 💧☜☜☠ ☹⚐☠☝ ☜☠⚐🕆☝☟📬" (I THINK THIS TRAIT HAS BEEN SEEN LONG ENOUGH.)

"Oh̛ ͝m͜y̴.͝ ̀Is͜ ̛tḩe͞ g҉oo͘d ḑoc͏t͘o͝r͢ dįs͡t̛u҉r͝bed b͘ý l͞įt̷tle͠ ơļ' m̵e?"

"☠⚐📬 ✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜ ☞✌☼ ☞☼⚐💣 👎✋💧❄🕆☼👌✋☠☝📬" (NO. YOU ARE FAR FROM DISTURBING.)

"Ģi̷ve me͝ ̴s͠om̷e ̡tim̀e ̷an̡d thèn҉ ̡you͝ ͠c҉a̕n se̵e̡ j͏us̸t͞ h̛o̷w dist̕u͘r͜b͏i҉ņg I͟ ̷c̨a͝n ̨be~.́"

I lick my lips hungrily and he flinches, making me snicker.

"R̵ęl̷a̸x, G.͝ ́I͞ ̸d͞on'͝t bit̴e̡...͡unl҉esş y̴ou ͢w͠ánt m̨e͏ t͢o͏~?"

"☠⚐🏱☜📬" (NOPE.)

His fingers shift and I convulse in the grip of his hands.

"☠⚐ 💣⚐☼☜ ⚐☞ ❄☟✋💧 ☝✌💣☜📬 ✋❄🕯💧 ❄✋💣☜ ❄⚐ 💧❄🕆👎✡ ❄☟✋💧 ☼☜☹☜☠❄☹☜💧💧 ❄☼✌✋❄ ⚐☞ ✡⚐🕆☼💧 ✌☠👎 💧☜☜ ☺🕆💧❄ ☟⚐🕈 👎☜✌👎☹✡ ✋❄ ☼☜✌☹☹✡ ✋💧📬" (NO MORE OF THIS GAME. IT'S TIME TO STUDY THIS RELENTLESS TRAIT OF YOURS AND SEE JUST HOW DEADLY IT REALLY IS.)

No! He can't! Sure, I doubt that THING can hurt him and this room might be the safest place for that THING to be let free in. But this isn't the world where my body is. I don't know if unleashing the Black Soul in the Void makes it stay here and not affect my body in the waking world. I can't risk it. I can't!

[You're filled with DETERMINATION.]

"S̀t҉o̶p!́ Y̧o҉u̴ ͟c̨aņ'͡t ̷d͝o̢ t̨hi͘s̷!̷"

"✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜ ✋☠ ☠⚐ 🏱⚐💧✋❄✋⚐☠ ❄⚐ 👎☜☞✡ 💣☜ ⚐☼ 👎☜☠✡ 🕈☟✌❄ ✋ 🕈✌☠❄ ⚐☞ ✡⚐🕆📬" (YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO DEFY ME OR DENY WHAT I WANT OF YOU.)

"Y̷ou̧ ̶d̵on't ͢kno̶w ҉w͏h́a͢t y̧ou͘'҉r̛é deal̛in͢g͠ with̀.҉"

"❄☟✌❄ ✋💧 🏱☼☜👍✋💧☜☹✡ 🕈☟✡ ✋🕯💣 👎⚐✋☠☝ ❄☟✋💧📬" (THAT IS PRECISELY WHY I'M DOING THIS.)

"D́a͜mn it̕, ́G͞a͘s̶t͝er, ́don't̨ b̢e͏ so͏ ͜s̢tu̴píd!"

The sadly familiar sting of a hand colliding with my face is felt and with it my resolve wanes.

"✡⚐🕆 ✋☠💧✋☝☠✋☞✋👍✌☠❄ 🕈⚐☼💣✏ 👎⚐ ✡⚐🕆 🕈✌☠❄ 💣☜ ❄⚐ 😐✋☹☹ ✡⚐🕆✍ 👎⚐☠🕯❄ ❄☟✋☠😐 ☞⚐☼ ✌ 💣⚐💣☜☠❄ ❄☟✌❄ ✋ 🕈⚐☠🕯❄📬 ✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜ ☠⚐❄☟✋☠☝ 💣⚐☼☜ ❄☟✌☠ ✌ ☝☹✋❄👍☟📬 ✌☠ ✌💣⚐☠✌☹✋🕆💧 ☞☼☜✌😐 ✋☠ ❄☟☜ ❄✋💣☜☹✋☠☜📬 ☠⚐❄☟✋☠☝ ✡⚐🕆 👎⚐ 💣✌❄❄☜☼💧 ✌☠👎 ✡⚐🕆☼ ☹✋☞☜ ✋💧 🕆❄❄☜☼☹✡ 💣☜✌☠✋☠☝☹☜💧💧📬 💧⚐ ☞⚐☼ ⚐☠👍☜ ✋☠ ✡⚐🕆☼ 💧✌👎 ☜✠✋💧❄☜☠👍☜ 👎⚐ 💧⚐💣☜❄☟✋☠☝ 🕆💧☜☞🕆☹ ✌☠👎 ☹☜❄ 💣☜ 🕈⚐☼😐✏" (YOU INSIGNIFICANT WORM! DO YOU WANT ME TO KILL YOU? DON'T THINK FOR A MOMENT THAT I WON'T. YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A GLITCH. AN AMONALIUS FREAK IN THE TIMELINE. NOTHING YOU DO MATTERS AND YOUR LIFE IS UTTERLY MEANINGLESS. SO FOR ONCE IN YOUR SAD EXISTENCE DO SOMETHING USEFUL AND LET ME WORK!)

His words hurt me. Cutting deeper than I'd care to admit. As a result, the brightness in my soul begins to darken.

[You're starting losing HOPE.]

"Yo͝u̸..͟.You d͡on't ̛mean͏ t̶hat.͢ Yo͟u̶'r̵e̵ ͡ju͏st ̶l̀as̨hįn͡g̕ ̶ou͝t ͠b̀ec̷a̴u͘sȩ y͢o͟u͟'̴re͟ u͝pse̡t̀.̴"

The look he gives me is cold.

"💧🕆👍☟ ✌ 🏱✌❄☟☜❄✋👍 ❄☟✋☠☝ ✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜📬 ☹⚐⚐😐 ✌❄ ✡⚐🕆📬📬📬👍☹✋☠☝✋☠☝ ❄⚐ ✌ 💧☜☠💧☜ ❄☟✌❄ 🕈☜🕯☼☜ ☜✈🕆✌☹💧📬 🖂💧👍⚐☞☞🖂 ✌💧 ✋☞ ✌ ☟🕆💣✌☠ 👍⚐🕆☹👎 ☜✞☜☼ 👌☜ ✌☠✡❄☟✋☠☝ 💣⚐☼☜ ❄⚐ 💣☜ ❄☟✌☠ ✌ ❄☜💧❄ 💧🕆👌☺☜👍❄📬 ☜💧🏱☜👍✋✌☹☹✡ ⚐☠☜ ✌💧 👎✌💣✌☝☜👎 ✌💧 ✡⚐🕆📬" (SUCH A PATHETIC THING YOU ARE. LOOK AT YOU...CLINGING TO A SENSE THAT WE'RE EQUALS. *SCOFF* AS IF A HUMAN COULD EVER BE ANYTHING MORE TO ME THAN A TEST SUBJECT. ESPECIALLY ONE AS DAMAGED AS YOU.)

[You're losing more HOPE.]

My soul is almost drained of color. My weakened emotional state made this verbal assault of his rather easy to break my defenses. I don't know if this was part of a plan to make me less willing to fight back or if he's being honest, either way, I don't do a thing when he forces his entire hand into my dull soul. I feel pain, but I remain silent. My body begs to be free, but I'm dead slack. I do nothing...except give up.

[You've lost all HOPE.]

My soul turns pitch black as my body limps in his grip.

[You're filled with RELENTLESSNESS.]

"✌☟📪 ❄☟☜☼☜ 🕈☜ ☝⚐📬 ✡⚐🕆 💧☜☜✍ ❄☟✌❄ 🕈✌💧☠🕯❄ 💧⚐ 👌✌👎📬 ☠⚐🕈 🕈✌💧 ✋❄✍" (AH, THERE WE GO. YOU SEE? THAT WASN'T SO BAD. NOW WAS IT?)

There's no response.

"☟🕆💣✌☠✍" (HUMAN?)

Suddenly one of my arms breaks free and grabs hold of his neck.

"Į tr̡i̶ed̴ t͢o w͜a͝r̨n y̢oų.̶..̛"

He strikes me as he pulls away to set himself free, his hand no longer in my soul and the other appendages tightening their hold as my eyes fade to black with a malicious smile smearing my lips.

"You should've listened while you had the chance."

He's shaken but not easily intimidated.

"💧⚐ ❄☟✋💧 ✋💧 ✋❄✍ ❄☟☜ 👌☹✌👍😐 💧⚐🕆☹ ⚐☞ ☼☜☹☜☠❄☹☜💧💧 👎☜✌❄☟✍ ✋🕯💣 ☠⚐❄ ✋💣🏱☼☜💧💧☜👎📬" (SO THIS IS IT? THE BLACK SOUL OF RELENTLESS DEATH? I'M NOT IMPRESSED.)

An emotionless chuckle leaves me and it slowly builds into haunting laughter.

"✡⚐🕆 👎⚐☠🕯❄ 💧👍✌☼☜ 💣☜📬" (YOU DON'T SCARE ME.)

My laughter stops instantly.

"That will soon change."

[Meanwhile: the child's bedroom in the Ruins]

Things are usually peaceful when sleep claims the waking world. The word usually being the key term here. Not everything sleeps in the hours of the night. And not all is peaceful when not a sound is heard. So in the normally quiet dark room where the human and flower rest, a soft light began to emanate from covers of the bed of the human. This soft glow started out weak, hardly ever noticeable to the shadows that consumed the room. But as time went on, the glowing got brighter, and the dark of the room weakened. Soon though the building light stirs the senses of the flower and once he rubs the sleep from his eyes the sight gets his concern.

"What the...?"

The light grew brighter and the human makes weak sounds of pain. Worried, Flowey stretches out a vine and shakes the girl a bit.

"Hey. Hey. Wake up. Come on, wake up."

Her response is only to whimper and the glowing flares. Fear and curiosity has his vine pulling the covers off of her, revealing the source of the light to be coming from her chest.

"Ah hell. What kind of crazy junk is this?"

She suddenly sits up and the glow of her chest dims, freaking Flowey out enough to yelp. He's quick to cover his mouth, hoping he hadn't disturbed Toriel. Nothing happens as the room darkens once more. Though a chill permeates the air where only warmth was felt. At least the human was awake and things were normal.

"You know, you're going to have to tell me about this weird stuff that happens when you sleep sooner or later. I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

There's no response.

"Human?"

A faint dull glow casts in front of her and something makes Flowey shiver.

"Howdy...It's me...your best friend."

Oh no...

"Lynsie?"

"Do you remember it, Asriel?"

If flower's had blood, Flowey's would be running cold.

"When you killed your brother, you looked just...like...THIS!"

She turns to him quickly and he sees the face of death. Black eyes with red irises piercing into his very being. He knows those eyes. They were once his a long time when he became a creature of unimaginable power. The shadows seem to surround those eyes and the form it creates is one he thought he'd never see again.

"S-S-Stay away from me! You're not real!"

"What's wrong, Asriel? Afraid of your own shadow now?"

"Stop it! Leave me alone!"

"I don't think so."

This THING grabs his pot and Flowey can't make himself move.

"Those fool thinks they can get rid of me. But you know that isn't going to happen, don't you, little Prince?"

These words. Who the hell was this, because this sure as hell isn't Lynsie.

"Who...What are you?"

The sound of approaching steps is head and it smiles.

"Isn't it obvious?"

It puts the pot down and seems to disappear into the darkness.

"I'm the bad guy."

The bedroom door opens slightly.

"Children? Is everything okay?"

"Don't come in here!"

Flowey's warning is too little too late. Toriel enters the room and turns on the light, revealing the grinning black soul girl behind her.

"Mom, look out!"

She doesn't register this fast enough as the Black Soul clutches both hands together and swings them downwards hard, hitting Toriel on her back to knock her over.

"Mom!"

"Ah ah ah. You can't call her that till after the True Lab. Stick to the script, Flowey. Frisk isn't here to break the game for you anymore."

How does it know all this?

"Poor, Toriel. You just can't get a break today. Well...Hehehe...I can fix that."

The Black Soul reaches for Toriel's leg, most likely with the aim of breaking it as it had teased. But Toriel is not an easy mark for attack and her own self-preservation instincts make her swipe a fiery paw at the threat to her life. Whether this is part of the Black Soul's twisted game or it underestimated Toriel's reflexes, but it takes the hit and is sent crashing into the hall's wall with enough force to leave a body dent, much to Toriel's horror.

"N-No...No no no no..."

Mothering nature trumps the defensive one and she moves to check on the unmoving smoking body lying limp in the hall. But she doesn't make it very far, not with the vines wrapping around her.

"What are you doing? Release me, flower."

"I can't. It's too dangerous. That thing isn't her."

His words take a moment to alert her to the issue at hand and it sinks in more when creepy chuckling comes from the hall.

"Awww...It's so cute seeing you care for her. Such a good little mama's boy you've become."

The body rises awkwardly from the floor and those eyes gleam wickedly, a scorch mark across the belly.

"But if you think a family bond will save you from me, you are wrong...DEAD wrong."

"Entity..."

Even when confronted by death, Toriel is worried about her loved ones over herself.

"If harm is truly your intent, then do one small kindness and tell us why. What fills you with so much hate that you seek to end our lives?"

To this, the Black Soul seems taken by, almost confused or insulted.

"Hate? My dear, Toriel, you've got me all wrong. I don't hate. Hate is not a part of me at all."

That's an answer none of them saw coming.

"You...You do not hate us?"

"Then what the hell is your problem?!"

It shakes its head disapprovingly.

"Sorry. But I'm not into the whole cliché of revealing important plot/character information that can ultimately cripple my diabolical plans. By the way, I don't have any diabolical plans, that's just this body's childishness coming out. Either way...My secrets aren't meant to be told to just anyone. Those are things for her to know and her alone."

Her? Who is her? Did it mean the human? Damn this thing for speaking in nonsense. It didn't answer much and leaves only more questions in its wake. Yet before another question could be thought up or asked, the Black Soul grips its chest in pain and stumbles back into the wall.

"*wince* Damn it...Seems my time is being cut short...hęh̵.͞..A̸n҉d jus͞t̢ ̀whe҉ń t͜hi͏n͢gs w͝e͏re ̀gét͡ti̢ng ̸int́eres̴ti͝ng̕ ̷I ͟f̢all ̕fǫr̸ ͠t̀h҉e cl̛ic͞h҉é ǫf monơl̀ogu͢ing ͘ţi͞l̕l̨ I'̧m b̡est̢e̶d͡."

It points to them and smiles painfully wide.

"T͜his͞ i͢sn't ̕thȩ ̷l͞a̷s͝t҉ ͘y̢ou've̸ ̛s̴èen o͡f ͜m͞e.͜..̨I sh̸al̕l ̧ret͟ur҉n...̴A̧n̡d ̛ẁhen̕ ͝I̡ do...͏Į s͝hall ͏b͠e͠ ͘m͏ore̕ ͟pow̶erful ͏t̢h͏a͘n͞ ́y̕ou c҉an p̶o̢ssibly̵ im̸a̛gi͘ne!"

The intense threat is made less threatening when it abruptly vomits black slime and collapses to the floor face first. There's a long pause as tension mounts as to if this is another fake-out by the Black Soul. But after a bit of time with nothing happening, Flowey releases his hold on Toriel and she cautiously approaches the human's body.

"Lynsie? Child, can you hear me?"

The human doesn't seem alive. That goop still oozing from her mouth. Toriel kneels and checks for any sign that the girl isn't about to die.

"Is she breathing?"

"I...I can not tell."

"*coughing and gasping*"

Suddenly the girl springs to life, spewing up more of that goo from her lungs before air can let her breathe once more. Toriel does her best to help keep her weak body from flailing and helps her stand once she's stabilized.

"Are you alright, my child?"

Shaken, she merely nods her head. Though none truly believe she is fine.

"Do you need anything?"

She shakes her head.

"Okay. Let me help you back into bed."

That has the girl tremble and Toriel frowns.

"...How about some milk and a story? Does that sound better?"

She nods.

"Very well. But then it is to the tub with you. I know not what that 'stuff' is, but I do not want it to linger on you longer than needed."

She nods again as Toriel walks her towards the living room. Flowey from her perch just lingers, contemplating on if he should follow or not. That Black Soul really shook him to the core. It knew things. Things she shouldn't know. It didn't help that it acted differently too. Unlike when he saw it before, this thing was more cat-like, teasing and toying with them whereas before it was calculatingly cold with deliberate actions. It was like it was a completely different THING all together. Very...Chaotic in nature. This was troubling. Maybe it would be best to ignore the fear and make sure the human was alright. After all, he'd like some reassuring if he went through something like that. Spider walking on his vines, he carefully makes his way around the puddle of sludge, noticing that the amount was slowly shrinking. Weird stuff. He didn't like it. He just hoped it was gone by nights end.

[Meanwhile: Skeleton household]

Hard times were also had at the home of Sans and Papyrus. Though not to the same extent as a what went on in the Ruins. No...After the whole "Queen went nuts" incident, Papyrus wore sans down enough so that the elder sibling would talk about what he's been keeping from him. This was fine, as Sans was sick of hiding things anyway, but he was wary that Papyrus would believe any of it. Sure enough, this was how things went down, at least, not at first. When it came to some of it, Papyrus was willing to accept with not much convincing, such as the human possessing a strange soul. With how she was he had no doubt that even her soul was off in some way, shape, or form. What wasn't believable was that she was capable of immense power so strong that it would corrupt her into a murderous psycho. Once that lost him, Sans didn't bother trying to explain anything else, much to Papyrus annoyance. So as they laid in their beds, different trains of thought came to them.

Papyrus was irritated and that made trying to sleep harder than normal, what with his high levels of stress-induced adrenaline. Sans was less than informative and what he did tell him made little to no sense. The human...THAT human...Sans dared to insinuate that that pitiful thing could match or even out power him, the great and terrible Papyrus, in strength. Her? Compared to him? The levels of bullshit were so high you could taste the foulness. Still, Sans is a poor liar when it comes to him and during their chat Papyrus couldn't sense any sign of falsehood in his brother's words. So maybe...No. No, he refuses to even entertain the idea of the human being strong without proof of some sort. But how? How to get said proof? Hmmm...seems a duel is in order. Only then could he truly test her might.

Sans on his end felt relief for once. Nothing was shackling him anymore. No promise hanging over his head. No human to bother him. No Black Soul around to randomly trigger a murder spree. No reason for Grillby to act all weird at the bar. And nothing to make him feel weird or mess with his head while laying in bed. Sure, Papyrus was a dick as he predicted he would when he started to tell him about stuff. But fuck that. None of that mattered. Things were normal again. He could finally unwind and hang loose if he wanted to without worry. Oh yeah, this was going to be sweet. Sure, the human could and probably would pop back into his life. But who knows if and when that would happen. Till then there was no reason for that chick to be on his mind. Why would he even want to think about her? All she ever did was cause him trouble. Okay, maybe not always. There were some good times. Hell, she'd actually pun along with him and not give him shit over it. That's a rare thing that only the old lady does. Damn it...There he goes again. Wanting just to have a moment to himself and yet that woman finds a way into his skull. Argh! Why do humans keep plaguing his life like this? All he wants is some peace!

[Time Skip]

Four days...It's been four days since that night...And it's been four days since I've slept. I can't do it. I can't. I can't go back there. I can't trust anyone. Chara hasn't said a word and Gaster is...well...Gaster. I want to trust them but how can I when this shit happens?! I've kept myself busy by getting back into my old habits. I trained like crazy for the first two days. Toriel managed to fix my messed up tooth by filling it with a bit of silver. She practiced doing this on a potato before feeling good enough to try it on me. Luckily it worked and my head didn't explode. By day three I only got half of my normal stuff done. And now, day four, I'm about ready to keel over. Every time my eyes close for a second too long I panic. My brain is not responding to this well. It's desperate for sleep of some kind. After around the seventieth consecutive hour of being awake, it started triggering microsleep. This is a temporary episode of sleep or drowsiness which may last for a fraction of a second or up to thirty seconds where an individual fails to respond to some arbitrary sensory input and becomes unconscious. I've gone through this before once. I experimented to see how long I could make myself stay awake. I ended up lasting four and a half days before forcing myself to sleep because I was just so fucking tired. That was some good sleep and I ended up sleeping through the entirety of hurricane Wilma. Knowing this and the signal of the microsleep, I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up before my mind shuts down or I end up with a far more worst condition than random insomnia. It doesn't help that all the training used up a lot of my energy. My internal batteries are aching for a recharge. But I can't risk it. I can't! I can't let that thing back out! I can't fall asleep! I won't go to sleep! I can't do it! I CAN'T DO IT! I CAN'T DO IT!!

"Child, please stop..."

Toriel, who has been watching me pace circles around the old dead tree, comes to me and holds my arms back. I'm shaking and my nails are dripping crimson. How long was I digging into my skin for?

"You can not continue on like this. I beg of you, please, get some rest."

"No! N-No sleep...Can't sleep...Bad things happen in sleep. Can't...C-Can't let the bad stuff happen."

She frowns with ever grown concern. She's been worried sick since that night. Aside from the Black Soul stuff, she told me about, she nearly had a heart attack once her eyes saw all the hand marks Gaster printed on me. It didn't help that I refused to tell her how or what they were from. Though it was a convenient way to disguise the hickey Grillby gave me. I'm not very talkative lately if you can imagine, though when I do my lack of sleep is obvious in my slurring stutter and slow brief pauses.

"At least will you come inside and sit with me? There is no need to pace around."

I can't sit still. Gotta keep moving. Gotta stay awake. Gotta get her off my back if I'm to stay awake a second longer.

"...S-Sure. But...C-Could you make that...c-cheesecake I like? It m-might help me...relax."

This eases her some and she takes me back into the house where she sits me on her chair before leaving to go get things to tend to my cuts. Wow, these are deep. I was really digging in there. She returns to see me breaking my nails to prevent moment like this till they grow back and she sighs to get my attention.

"You poor thing. Why must you insist on dealing with such things on your own? I am here for you if you need help so badly."

"I d-don't need help."

She kneels and takes one of my arms to start healing.

"You do not need to be so stubborn. Holding your troubles in only makes them worse."

I bite my tongue to keep myself from yelling something along the lines of her being a hypocrite.

"Where is F-Flowey?"

"I let him out while you were pacing. The dear needed to stretch his roots, what with being stuck in that pot for so long."

Her magic seals the flesh up and she puts my glove back on before working on the other arm. I keep forgetting to put them on after I take them off.

"He's worried about you too. I know the two of you are very close. It must pain him seeing you try to handle this on your own."

There's no need to guilt trip me over this. I already feel like shit. I hate being like this. I'm becoming everything Gaster said I was. I hate this. I hate this! I hate myself! I hate you! Why are you so weak?!

"Lynsie, calm down, please!"

I'm shaking even more now and my hands are pointlessly clawing at her chair.

"I...I n-need to go...Need to m-move..."

"No. You will sit still and let me finish. This gash is too deep to be left alone."

I'm trying! Don't you think I am? Every part of me is going crazy!

"...When I am done, are you going to stay in the house?"

"Y-Yes...I'll s-stay inside...Please...I can't...I h-have to move."

Her displeasure is very evident on her face, but she takes this small victory and finishes healing me. The moment she's done, I'm already out of the chair and walking nervously. She attempts to pat my head reassuringly but I flinch and she pouts.

"I will be in the kitchen if you need anything."

I nod, holding myself to try to make the trembling stop.

"I mean it...I will help you. All you need do is ask."

I nod again and she reluctantly moves the other room. I slowly go to my room to collect my iPod before heading downstairs. I want to be alone. I need to be alone. I need to get lost. I don't trust myself in this state. I'm too on edge to be okay. I pop in the earbuds and search for something fitting of this mood. Something angry. Something messed up. Something that will keep me awake as I walk around the large space by the exit door. Finally, I find something appropriate..."Last Resort" by Papa Roach.

"♪Cut my life into pieces. This is my last resort. Suffocation. No breathing. Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding...This is my last resort...♫"

Oh yeah...So fucking appropriate.

"♪Cut my life into pieces. I've reached my last resort. Suffocation, no breathing. Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding. Do you even care if I die bleeding? Would it be wrong? Would it be right? If I took my life tonight. Chances are that I might. Mutilation outta sight And I'm contemplating suicide. 'Cause I'm losing my sight. Losing my mind. Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine. Losing my sight. Losing my mind. Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine.♫"

My chest starts to tighten at memories of when I'd last played this song. Always on really bad days. Really sad days. Days where I couldn't see any point to anything. Days like these. Like today.

"♪I never realized I was spread too thin. Till it was too late. And I was empty within. Hungry! Feeding on chaos. And living in sin. Downward spiral, where do I begin? It all started when I lost my mother. No love for myself. And no love for another. Searching to find a love up on a higher level. Finding nothing but questions and devils. 'Cause I'm losing my sight. Losing my mind. Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine. Losing my sight. Losing my mind. Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine. Nothing's alright. Nothing is fine. I'm running and I'm crying...I'm crying...I'm crying...I'm crying...I'm crying. I can't go on living this way.♫"

The problem with listening to songs like this when you yourself are pretty fucked up is...it tends to only fuck you up even more. The words get to me and I trip over my own unsteady feet, smashing into the floor by the door. I don't even bother with trying to get up. I'm too depressed to give a shit about it.

"♪Cut my life into pieces. This is my last resort Suffocation. No breathing. Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding. Would it be wrong? Would it be right? If I took my life tonight. Chances are that I might. Mutilation outta sight. And I'm contemplating suicide. 'Cause I'm losing my sight. Losing my mind. Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine. Losing my sight. Losing my mind. Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine. Nothing's alright. Nothing is fine. I'm running and I'm crying. I can't go on living this way! Can't go on...Living this way...Nothing's all...right!!♫"

Thank the lord for that song being short. I'm not sure if I could take it for another minute or two. Probably end up a big sobbing mess. Wait...Why do I feel...Oh god damn it! I'm crying! Why the fuck am I crying?! Can't I go one fucking day without being such a bitch?! It's because I'm weak. Look at me. I'm such a pussy that I'm afraid to even go to sleep. Hell, I wasn't scared when I had those Freddy Krueger dreams. After three visits from that guy, we became friends. Friends! With Freddy mother fucking Krueger! The dream killer! Yet here I am. Crying into the dirt like the biggest bitch on the planet because someone was mean and brought out the worst part of me. Pathetic. Gaster was right. I'm a worm. A weak, pansy ass, bitch of a worm that is nothing but useless. I...I wish I was dead.

"*muffled* hey, you doing okay in there?"

Great! Just great! A witness to my misery. Ugh...At least he can't see me.

"*muffled* kid? i know you're there. the old lady would've spoken by now."

This is so awkward. I haven't spoken to Sans since I left Snowdin. And the shit Gaster showed me made me want to see him less. Maybe if I do nothing he'll think he was hearing things and leave.

"*muffled* giving me the silent treatment, huh? bitch move, kid. but i can fix that."

[knock-knock]

I flinch. A strong urge pulling at me.

[knock-knock]

"*muffled* come on, ya know ya wanna say it. don't leave me hanging."

[knock-knock]

Why? Why am I compelled to do this?!

"*weak* Who's there?"

His chuckling is really laughter once I remove the earbuds. No point trying to drown myself with music now.

"inu."

"Inu who?"

"inu you couldn't resist a knock-knock joke."

I groan, rolling onto my back knowing this wasn't going to be a short joke chat.

"geez, i know my jokes aren't for everyone, but it wasn't that bad."

"It's not you...You're f-fine...The joke was fine. I'm j-just not feeling well."

"huh? you sick or something?"

"I haven't s-slept...in four days."

"the hell? why not?"

I get quiet.

"kid? ...did...did something happen?"

I move closer to the door. I don't know where Flowey is or if Toriel is spying on me, but this is stuff I can only share with Sans.

"Sans...Gaster...did stuff to me."

"uh...w-what...what kind of stuff?"

"Bad s-stuff...Very bad...He..."

"please don't tell me if it's of the xxx variety."

You're one to talk, perverted asshole.

"N-No...dingus. He f-forced it out...The Black Soul."

I can't see him due to the door between us, but it's not hard to imagine the look that comes to him from that.

"he did what?! don't tell me you...you didn't kill tori, did ya?"

Ow. That hurt. His level of worry is strong. Then again, I'm weak enough to have that question hurled at me.

"No. S-She's still alive. I didn't k-kill anyone...thankfully."

The breath of relief he lets out is louder than I thought a guy with no lungs could make.

"thank asgore. heh...well at least there's some good news. you're getting better at controlling that thing."

My hands ball into fists as I start to seethe internally.

"You're wrong. I...I wasn't the one to put it back in its cage. Gaster did."

I snarl at myself. My self-loathing perks my energy up to a decent level.

"He was able to manipulate my soul like a child toying with a bug in a jar. I was completely powerless. I...I couldn't do a damn thing."

"i did tell ya you were messing with a devil you couldn't handle."

"ARGH!!"

In a fit, I punch the door. My knuckles crunching into the stone is a sickening sound. Yet what neither of us expects is that the force pushes the door slightly, the chill wind of the other side creeping in through the small gap.

"hey, take it easy. you're not the first to be played by the guy. it's just what he does."

"That's not it. I'm pissed off at myself."

"the fuck for?"

"For all of this. None of this would be happening if I wasn't so weak."

"you just cold cocked a thick as hell stone door and not bitching about the pain. you're not weak."

"You don't get it!"

I don't mean to snap, but I'm too tense to hold back.

"I am weak! If I wasn't...I wouldn't have fallen down here. The Black Soul wouldn't have been awakened. I wouldn't be putting everyone in danger. I wouldn't be too fucking scared to sleep!"

I can feel my heart racing. Sweat is starting to fall and I'm panting.

"I am weak. I'm a pathetic waste that's better off dead. At least then I can't hurt anyone. So then why..."

I bash my head into the door.

"Why the fuck am I more scared to die than I've ever been before?!"

I bash my head again and this time I see the red stain on the dull stone. before feeling the trickle.

"what the hell are ya doing?"

"I don't know anymore! I'm just so tired! *meek* So...fucking...tired..."

Damn it, again with the crying. I'm such garbage. I'm just...

"lynsie..."

"*sniffles* What?"

"stop it."

I'm sorry...What?

"Huh?"

"stop it. just stop. stop with this depressing self-pity bullshit."

I rub my face of tears and blood.

"Stop? Hehehe...*sarcasm* Oh yeah, why didn't I think of that? Just stop feeling things. Problem solved!"

"don't be a bitch."

"Did you come up with that idea all by yourself? *mock gasp* You should get a Noble Prize."

"fine! see if i try to be nice again."

"Ah, come one. I'm busting your not real balls."

"i take shit from pap 24/7, what makes you think i'm gonna stick around to take it from you?"

"You don't have to. I just..."

I sit back against the door, feeling my body weigh heavier than ever.

"*sigh* You're the only one that knows what's going on with me. The only one I can talk to about this crap. The one I trust. As much as I piss you off and make you hate me...You're my closest friend. You don't hold back on me. You don't pretend to be someone you're not. You're bare bones honest and willing to call me out on my stupid junk. And just like that, without knowing it or even trying...You make me feel better when I really need it the most."

I wipe my face into my shirt as I hear only silence on his end. I smile sadly to myself.

"Sorry for the mushy talk. *sniffle* Dumb soul hormone crap makes me such a pussy sometimes."

I'm lying to myself and him with that one. I don't know why I said all that stuff. Probably the filter in my brain diverted power to my emotional stuff because it's not up to speed right now. But I know what I said was true. Sans is my friend. And without him, I'd probably not be here. Still, I'm not about to tell him that.

[knock-knock]

"Who's there?"

"comma."

"comma out here."

"Heh...Good one."

"no, i mean it. let me take ya to grillby's for a bit. i know it would make his day to see ya again. and who knows, it might help ya feel better once you get a little tipsy."

I think I'll stay away from the hard stuff for a while. Freaky shit tends to happen.

"As good as that sounds, I can't. Not that I don't want to. But Nanny will lose her mind if I just leave. That, and I don't think I can move anymore."

"you used up your last bits being a little cry baby, didn't you?"

"Yeah. Guess I've gotta be a big girl and face the music now. It's getting harder to keep my eyes open."

"...ya want me to, i dunno, stick around? make sure you don't go coo coo for killer puffs?"

That gets me to smile for real this time.

"I'd like that. Thank you...Sans."

Either it's getting darker or my lids are shutting. It doesn't take long before exhaustion takes me, my head lulling to the side and making my body follow it to the ground with a soft thud.

"lynsie?"

Sans gets no response other than loud shallow breathing.

"*scoff* calls herself weak? kid lasts better than i do when nightmares strike."

Picking himself out of the snow, Sans dusts himself off and gives the door a second glance. If he wanted to, he could use that small shift in the stone to his advantage and pry it open with some well-placed bones. It wouldn't be hard to abduct a helpless sleep deprived human. Yet...Something told him that t wasn't the best move to make. For one, no one wants another pissed off Toriel rampaging through town again. And second...what she said, all that dumb girly feeling stuff...some of that felt more personal than intended and it made him uncomfortable.

"Child!"

He flinched at the voice of Toriel and the level of worry it held. Was it because of motherly reasons or did the human's Black Soul come out when he wasn't paying attention?

"Why? Why do you keep doing this to yourself? Why will you not let me help you?"

That made his sockets widen. She didn't even let her own mom in on any of this? But...She opened up to him. Why?

"As much as I piss you off and make you hate me...You're my closest friend."

He felt heat beginning to pool in his cheekbones and he pulled the hood of his jacket over his head to hide this as he returned to his post.

"damn, woman. staying stupid shit like that. messing with me."

At his station, Sans plopped down on his seat and began drinking from a bottle of mustard he'd stashed there the day prior. The tangy yellow concoction brought a much-needed chill to his heating bones. Though it did little to ease his mind on the events that only moments ago happened.

"friends...heh...i don't need any friends. fucking bitch."

He fiddles with the bottle before drinking more.

"And just like that, without knowing it or even trying...You make me feel better when I really need it the most."

His grip on the bottle got harsh, making him guzzle the condiment like a hardcore drunk before slamming it onto the station's counter top.

"argh! get out of my head!"

She was becoming a parasite to him. A virus that was spreading to every thought he had. It was driving him crazy! There has to be a way to make this stop. Something that could be done to make all this weirdness end. Something that would get this out of his system. But what?

"SANS!"

Lost in his "hate the human" thoughts, Sans failed to notice Papyrus storming over to his post.

"huh? what's up, boss?"

Papyrus eyes his brother questionably.

"what?"

"YOU'RE AWAKE AT YOUR POST."

"uh...yeah. and?"

"I HAVE NOTICED YOU HAVE ONLY BEEN MORE ACTIVE WHEN THE HUMAN WAS AROUND. SO...WHERE IS SHE?"

Great. Now the fucking human was messing with his behavior too.

"she ain't here if that wasn't obvious enough. otherwise, there'd be an annoying punk hovering around me like a damn fly."

That made Papyrus fold his arms with a cocky smirk. Sans didn't like that look.

"the fuck is that look for?"

"I WAS BEGINNING TO THINK YOU HAD GONE SOFT ON ME. YOU SEEMED TOO CLOSE TO HER AND NOW...HEH...IT LOOKS AS THOUGH I MISSED QUITE THE AMUSING FIGHT."

Sans glares strongly at his sibling, his current mood not helping matters much.

"piss off. i don't fucking like her!"

Now it was Papyrus's turn to glare.

"DO NOT TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME, SANS. I HAVE NO ISSUES WITH PUTTING YOU IN YOUR PLACE."

Sans huffs and claws the underside of the counter.

"whatever."

"WHATEVER INDEED. FOR WHATEVER THIS LITTLE THING THAT'S GOING ON WITH YOU AND HUMAN, IT BETTER NOT INTERFERE WITH ANY FUTURE ATTEMPTS ON TAKING HER SOUL."

"*scoff* trust me. that's the least of my concerns."

Papyrus sneers.

"I MEAN IT, SANS. I WON'T HAVE ANYTHING SCREW UP MY CHANCES OF COLLECTING THAT SOUL."

"i told you, that would be the stupidest thing you can do. that soul of her's ain't worth the trouble."

Papyrus slams his hands down on the counter, cracking some of the wood.

"IF YOU TRULY EXPECT ME TO BUY INTO THIS BLACK SOUL NONSENSE THAN YOU BETTER FIND A WAY TO PROVE TO ME THAT IT'S REAL!"

"and how do you expect me to do that? have it triggered and let her kill half the town?"

"OF COURSE NOT! SHE'D NEVER GET THAT FAR INTO SUCH A SPREE ONCE I SLAY HER."

Sans rolls his eyes and Papyrus snarls.

"YOU DON'T THINK I CAN KILL HER?"

"her? sure, you'd kill her no problem. she'd probably let you do it if things got really bad. but the black soul? that's a different story all together."

"YOU TALK AS THOUGH YOU'VE SEEN THIS 'BLACK SOUL' IN ACTION."

Sans breaks eye contact with his brother.

"YOU HAVE, HAVEN'T YOU?"

His clawing into the wood gets harsher.

"that thing isn't something you want to mess with. don't go after something you can't handle."

This is something Papyrus did not like hearing. So much so that he grabs Sans and yanks him over the counter by the scruff of his shirt's collar.

"YOU DARE THINK THAT PITIFUL CREATURE CAN HARM ME?!"

Sans is so not in the mood for this shit.

"no! i don't think it would harm you! i know it would kill you!"

Papyrus, being the colossal dick that he is, slams his brother into the snow hard.

"YOU MISERABLY PILE OF SHIT! HOW DARE YOU! IF YOU WEREN'T MY BROTHER I WOULD KILL YOU FOR SUCH SLANDER!"

"then fucking do it! if it means i don't have to put up with your shit anymore, then kill me now!"

To that, the great and terrible Papyrus flinched. They both remain motionless for a time. The only thing heard is the wind rustling trees in the background. Slowly though, Papyrus gets off Sans and leaves. Sans stays on the ground. His own words had struck him and his chest hurting for even saying them.

"Golly..."

The sudden voice has his head looking up behind him to see an amused yellow flower.

"I have seen a lot of things. And I mean a LOT of things. But that? That's a first in my book."

Sans groans.

"fuck off, weed. i'm not in the mood for any of your crap."

"Oh, I know. I heard everything."

Sans cocks his brow.

"...everything?"

"Yep. Everything. Seems you're more willing to chat with her than you ever were with me."

"to be fair, you don't make me want to talk. *growl* you piss me off to the point i want to pluck each and every petal from your bulb as slowly as possible."

Flowey sighs with a shrug.

"Oh Sans, just as bitter as ever even when the timeline treats you right."

That gets his attention and Sans rolls over.

"you...*rage* it was you! you were the one fucking with the timeline before frisk!"

The smirk that comes to Flowey is anything but innocent.

"Gee, took you long enough this time."

Sans bares his teeth as his left eye begins to flare.

"Wow. You look mad. I haven't seen you that mad since all those times in the Judgment Hall."

"i'll fucking kill you!"

Sans doesn't get to make a move against the mocking flower, as vines spring up from the ground to ensnare his limbs and keeping him down in the snow covered dirt.

"Ah ah ah. That isn't very nice. Don't you know this is a pacifist run?"

"i'm gonna rip your head off and shit down your neck!"

Flowey cringes a little bit.

"Okay, disturbing. Makes me think of questions I never want to know the answer to. That's a new feeling."

Sans pulls on his vine restraints, meeting stronger resistance than he thought he'd get from a flower.

"Look, I don't have a lot of time to waste while you struggle for no reason. I'm not here to be the big bad flower. I only want to talk. So if you'll calm down, I'll let you go."

"why the fuck should i believe that? for that matter, i can just kill ya right now and no one would know."

"Oh, you know as well as I that at least one person would know. And she won't take my death very well. Just as she didn't take it well the first time."

That made Sans pause. His magic dies down along with his thrashing.

"you...you remember the dead timeline?"

Flowey folds his leaves and huffs.

"I don't know what I was thinking. Go get Papyrus, you said. He'll help us, you said. That lunatic yanked my roots out of the ground so fast my entire life flashed before my eyes!"

Sans snickers.

"heh...dying sucks, don't it?"

"You would know. You've killed me plenty of times. And Frisk has done the same back at you. Guessing that's karma for you."

Sans didn't find that joke very funny. Though he was surprised when Flowey retracted his vines and set him free.

"See? You calmed down and I let you go. Now can we talk without having to attack or defend?"

Sans was still wary. This flower had many tricks he didn't know about or liked. Maybe he could spin this unexpected moment to his advantage and learn what it knows.

"fine..."

He sits himself up and leans back on his palms.

"ya wanna talk, weed? then let's talk."

Flowey sighs with relief and smiles childishly.

"Good. Because I have a few questions to ask you. Questions only you have the answers for."

"ask away. i doubt you got anything too crazy to ask."

"Alright...So tell me, Smiley Trashbag..."

The face of the flower morphs into a very dark and creepy thing. Hollow eyes and pointed fangs.

"Just how much have you told my dear sister?"

#undertale #underfell #Anomaly #Lynsie #sans #papyrus #gaster #grillby #grandpa semi #flowey #Asriel #chara #frisk #toriel #asgore #napstablook #mettaton #undyne #alphys

[mcdoogly]

Koko Pelli

Howdy y’all, happy Valentine’s Day! Have some goats being cute

Toriel fit her key into the lock, twisting it effortlessly as she had done countless many times. Of course, the lock wasn’t hers, nor was the key, but with how often she found herself at Asgore’s house lately they might as well have been. Ever since the two had their ‘rekindling’, she’d made an effort to come over at least once a week, if only for a nice cup of tea and pleasant conversation. However, that 'once a week' quickly grew to twice, and sometimes even thrice, so Asgore found it fitting to grant her a key to his house so she could come and go at her leisure. To Toriel, tonight was no different than any other; just a quick visit to spend time with her hubby, have a quick dinner and maybe a snuggle on the couch once it got late.

As soon as she opened the door, however, she was quickly captured into a kiss. Her eyes opened in surprise as the white and golden blur settled into a solid image of her husband, her eyes relaxing as the little shock subsided. The door closed with a soft click as he was holding her shoulders, squeezing them ever so slightly as his main focus was on the kiss. Asgore ended it shortly after he started, leaving the queen slightly frazzled and pink cheeked as she recovered from the rather forward address.

“I hope you don’t answer your door that way anytime a woman shows up,” she giggled, her previously dopey smile transitioning into a smirk. Before he could respond, she closed the gap between his muzzle and hers, giving him a short, softer kiss of her own design.

He chuckled. “Of course not, that’s absurd. I only do that if they have horns,” he joked, squeezing her just a tad tighter, as well as dodging a playful bat from her, before releasing his queen and allowing her to enter his home. The lighting was different, far dimmer than what Toriel was used to seeing. As opposed to the usual white from his electric lights, the home was filled with candle light and the natural light of the fire under his mantel. The dinner table was all set and ready for what seemed like what had to be a fancy dinner.

“What’s the occasion?” Toriel asked as Asgore ushered her to the dining table, the room appearing more and more romantic the more she looked. “I didn’t take your text to come over as something this fancy.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day!” The words made blood rush to Toriel’s ears.

She had completely forgotten, these new human traditions that monsters were adopting left and right not quite in her mental catalogue yet. She was mentally kicking herself, the whole school was covered in pink and red construction paper for weeks, how could she have forgotten?

“O-Oh!” She blushed, her cheeks turning more and more red, “Of course! I must have… forgotten.” Scratching the back of her head, she averted her gaze, not quite able to look him in the eyes as she spoke. She was ashamed. Asgore had put on such a fancy and extravagant plan for the night, with an obvious amount of effort, and she didn’t even bother to bring him a gift.

“That’s no worry, Tori.” she looked up, her frown meeting his cheery expression. “You do plenty for me already as it is, I just simply want to return the favor.” He pulled her chair out for her, gesturing for her to sit. Her lips quivered for a second, looking him in the eyes. They were sincere, and filled to the absolute brim with love. A smile found its way onto her lips, her previously guilty eyes softening before she accepted the seat.

Immediately, Asgore poured her a glass of wine first before preparing his own. His cheery smile never left as he excused himself to the kitchen, leaving Toriel waiting as he grabbed what she presumed was the entrée for the evening. She couldn’t believe how much he put into tonight. There were more candles than she could count, all of which were offering very pleasant light for the evening. She hadn’t seen this set of silverware in what felt like millenia, and there was not a single bit of tarnish on any of the utensils. Heavenly smells were coming from the kitchen, making her mouth water as she could only admire the fruits of Asgore’s labor.

The king had gone above and beyond even what Toriel could see. Asgore had also busted out his best, yet still simple, china and finest tablecloth and napkins. His prep went far beyond anything he’d done before, even as king. The bottle of wine whose price tag would make Toriel blush. Countless hours spent trying to perfect her favorite meals. He truly wanted tonight to be special, if not for him definitely for Toriel, and that’s all he could possibly wish for.

He returned, interrupting Toriel’s inspection. He had a pie tin in his oven mitt laden hands, steam wafting from the filling. The smell was unmistakable: Snail Pie. “I certainly am not the best cook,” he said sheepishly, setting the meal down on its trivet, “But it’ll have to do.” He laughed nervously, slicing out a hefty portion for Toriel. She was already drooling, it smelled fantastic beyond belief. Everyone knew snails were her weakness, and Asgore knew that fact especially well. While her Butterscotch Cinnamon pie was ever famous, he knew that her own snail pie recipe was her absolute favorite. With her napkin in her lap, she eagerly watched her plate as she was given her serving, the golden brown crust far more than enticing as the decadent snails exuded a wonderful smell.

She waited patiently as Asgore served himself and sat down, the king’s cheeks rosy as he settled in his chair and swirled his wine in its glass. She picked up her fork and knife, cutting out a morsel and eagerly took a bite. Her eyes closed, her taste buds shuddering in pure pleasure as she chewed the pie ever-so-slowly. The crust was buttery and flaky, perfectly complimenting the savory taste and tender texture of the snails. It was neither too salty nor too sweet, and Toriel almost dared to call it better than her own attempts.

A hum formed in her throat as she swallowed the divine tidbit of her meal, her eyes opening. Asgore was staring with what seemed like bated breath, his face filling with relief as her smile stuck onto her snout.

“How is it?” He questioned, red-faced. He hadn’t even picked up his fork yet.

“It’s wonderful,” Toriel sighed, quickly opting to cut another bite for herself instead of singing its praises in detail. It paired excellently with the wine, the more sweet, yet crisp vintage offering a nice cut against the savory as rich, nutty overtones filled her palate. She was no expert, but a meal of this calibre obviously had a wine to match. She devoured her slice as politely as she could, the tantalizing savoriness abusing her olfactory in the absolute best way.

Asgore ate much slower, his attention on Toriel. It was such a relief that his dinner was a hit, tonight being rather important to him. As much as he enjoyed the cuddles and kisses he shared with her, and of course any time he got to see her was gift enough, tonight he wanted all focus on her. In his eyes she’s given him the world and then some, nothing could make him happier than simply laying eyes on her and seeing her smile. So he made sure this evening was perfect for her.

Dinner continued on as the candles’ wicks burned shorter and shorter, the delicate clink of silver and porcelain only interrupted by mild conversation. Toriel was still infatuated with the food and drink, making sure to eat her fill, even choosing to go far as to ask for seconds. She stared lovingly down the table at Asgore between bites, her cheeks rosy as she approached a third glass of wine. The care was evident, as was his slight nervousness. Guilt resurfaced as she remembered her insolent act of not bringing a gift. She stared down at her plate, the crust from her slice of pie the only thing greeting her.

“Tori,” her attention was quickly caught again by the monster across the table. That guilt seemed once again to evaporate as she saw his simple, happy smile looking back at her. “I see you enjoyed your meal.”

They shared a laugh as her plate was basically picked clean, save for that last piece of crust she was meaning to eat. “Indeed I did,” she complimented cheerily, “It was lovely Asgore, thank you.”

“Oh, you don’t need to thank me.” He blushed. “I’m just glad I didn’t overcook it like the last time I made dinner.”

Toriel snorted, taking a sip of her wine. “Asgore, I always enjoy your cooking.”

He rolled his eyes and let out a doubtful laugh. “Sure, and next thing you’re going to tell me is that my beard’s ‘fine the way it is’.”

“I’m serious!” She chortled, setting her silverware down and swirling her wine. She stared into the dark red liquid, her reflection just barely visible as it settled. “You put so much effort into our little dates, whether it’s this one or that movie night we had last week. I just wanted to thank you for that, sincerely. It means a lot.”

Asgore merely grinned, cutting another mouthful from the pie on his plate. He sniffed, not quite sure what to say as he took another bite of his dinner. Very little meant as much to him as she did, and hearing her say that basically made his heart melt.

He set his fork and knife down, wiping his hands on his napkin while he chewed. He swallowed that last bite, dabbing the crumbs from his lips and gazed back at her. “Would you like to dance, Tori?” He asked simply, setting his crumpled napkin down on the table.

The question took her aback. It had been ages since they last danced, memories flooding back merely at the mention of the act. She had truly missed dancing, that being one of the worst wounds to her heart during their time spent apart. She smiled at his offer. “Of course I would, Gorey.”

He stood up, his face joyous yet calm as he pushed his chair in and offered her his arm. She happily accepted, allowing Asgore to escort her to the dance floor, which also happened to be his living room. They stood in the middle, face to face in silence. One of them pressed their nose forward, catching the other and softly nuzzling against them. The movement was ingrained in the both of them, almost like instinct as they enjoyed the simple salutation. Asgore pulled away first, kissing her cheek before making his way to the media console.

He pulled a record from the shelf and opened his turntable, pulling the vinyl from its sleeve and setting it on the platter. He put the dust cover back down and hit play, his smile growing at the sound of the needle dropping into the groove. He turned around, contentedly returning to his queen, placing his right hand on her side and gently holding her hand with the other as the soft crackle and pops played as the stylus traveled along the entry groove. A simple rhythm beat played before the bassline kicked in, followed by the guitar.

Almost immediately they started swaying to the beat. It was a bit faster than the waltzes of their old ballroom, which were their bread and butter, but the speed was their last worry. Despite the music being entirely new to them, the genre and groove was still reminiscent to music that they had listened to way back when many, many years ago. It was pleasant and smooth, and frankly fitting for the evening. The goats pressed their chests not even a centimeter apart, their heartbeats in rhythm with one another as they swayed to the beat, staring tenderly into one another’s eyes. Their smiles only grew wider as the singer came in.

Can you see to this harmony?

Can you let a quarter set you free?

The music flowed through them as the soft sounds of synths carried their steps, more and more layers of sound being added to the song. The bassline was cheery and constant, offering solid backbone as the two moved and danced together. All the time spent away seemed to dissipate as the LP spun, each second of music making up for years and years of sadness and strife.

I got to see, learn this history

Pull another record from your sleeve

The chorus ended and they kept up to the beat, a surprising lack of rust on their ability to move in time. Hearts were in their eyes as they simply allowed the tune flow through them, going into a blissful state of autopilot for as long as the song went.

Slip another coin in my machine

(Baby, you're my kind)

Another verse passed, once again allowing the chorus take the Dreemurrs away. Sweet sound flowed through the speaker, resonating somewhere deep inside both of the goats. The sway of the beat became second nature to them as they merely stepped to and fro with one another, not a single hitch in their movement as they listened to the chorus near its end again. Asgore could only stare into her eyes as she did the same to him. She looked absolutely gorgeous to him.

Shake it mama

Upset your karma

A quick laugh came from the two as Toriel wiggled her hips ever so slightly to the music, earning a quick ‘pfft’ from Asgore as they recuperated from the musical joke. Pure cheer oozed from the two as the song only continued. There was a break in the lyrics, the smooth instrumentation taking them along in the harmony and melodies until the solo took place. The guitar serenaded them in a style similar to the lyrics, sliding up and down the chromatic scale in a way too pleasant for words until the final chorus played. Toriel closed her eyes, resting her head on Asgore’s chest as they still moved from side to side.

The gift keeps giving

Use what you've got

Not what you're missing

Two more chords played before silence, the record spinning on to the next song. Asgore turned the volume down, choosing instead to focus on the woman in his arms more than the music. She still rested her head on his torso, his lungs making her head rise and fall with his breath.

“Thank you for tonight, Asgore,” she spoke up softly, catching Asgore off guard.

“You’re welcome, Tori. I’m glad you came.” He moved his hand from hers to her side, pulling her just a tad bit closer. “I hope you enjoyed the song.”

“Oh, yes I did,” she giggled, “It’s not what I’m used to but it’s certainly pleasant. Where’d you find that album?”

“It was on the radio and I just had to note it down.” He sighed, enjoying the warm embrace, “Something about it really caught my ear.”

“I know what you mean,” she yawned, resting her head against him even further. Tonight had been perfect, though the wine was catching up to her.

“Tired?” Asgore asked, his rumbly voice like music to Toriel’s ears.

“Mhmm,” she cooed, “Is there any Valentine’s Day plans for the bedroom, Gorey?”

Asgore thought for a second. “Would you like to snuggle and watch a movie?”

She laughed quietly, yawning again. “That sounds perfect.” She picked her head up, looking at Asgore before both of them slipped into a tender kiss.

Asgore swept Toriel off of her feet after the two pulled apart, making the queen coo as he led them both to the bedroom. The record still turned, quiet music filling the living room as the candles slowly went out one by one, their duty fully discharged.

I'm the Kokopelli in the cave

When I'm in the mood I like to play

Bend a couple rules and misbehave

Welcome to my twisted cabaret

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7SJM6o-RJ4

#undertale #asgore #toriel #asgoriel #valentine's day #Doogly_writes

[wormy-business]

Confessions

I did a cute fic for the “Noelle is a trans girl” HC

Here’s the AO3 Link!

Word count: 1,217

The front doors of the school shut softly behind them, music still audible as it played in the gymnasium. "Man that dance was uh, well it was something." Susie spoke as she wrapped her hand around Noelle's.

"Y-yeah. Ms. Toriel can be, uh, loud." Susie spoke nervously, her eyes shifting back towards the door.

"Tell me about it!! And to think Kris is so quiet." The two shared a short laugh, leaves crunching under their feet as they began walking. Noelle pressed closer to Susie as a brisk night breeze blew past them, making the girl shiver. "Oh, are you cold?" Susie asked, looking down to her date. "Here, you can wear my jacket." She said, her jacket already being taken off and handed to Noelle who didn't have a chance to turn down the offer. She smiled, and wrapped the jacket around her shoulders, sliding her arms into the sleeves she then had to roll up, since they were too long for her arms.

"Thank you, Susie." Noelle slid her hand right back into Susie's surprisingly gentle grasp. They walked in silence with nothing but the wind and the crunching of leaves accompanying them for another minute. "So, Susie." Noelle started, her eyes pointed down as they neared the gate to her home.

"Yeah?" Susie poked after Noelle didn't carry on her sentiment.

"Oh, uhm, I was just thinking, maybe we could, like, go to the lake? I mean, it's still kinda early to be headed home." The deer's cheeks were flushed red, but Susie smiled and nodded.

"Oh yeah! C'mon!" Susie turned, leading them back towards the lake instead of towards Noelle's home. They hung out at the lake pretty often nowadays, it seemed. It was a nice place to spend time with someone. In fact, it was at the lake Noelle had asked Susie to the dance. Once at the water's edge Susie picked up a rock and skipped it on the water, watching the ripples distort the reflection of the moon on the water. She sat down, watching the water settle once more.

"Susie?" Noelle spoke softly as she sat next to her, pulling her jacket tighter around her thin frame.

"Hmm?" Susie responded, looking for another rock to throw.

"Can I, I just, there's, I, I mean," Susie blinked and turned her attention back towards a very fidgety Noelle.

"Hey, you're getting nervous." Susie said, her brow furrowed together and a gentle hand rested on Noelle's shoulder. "Just relax, kay?" But Noelle didn't stop fidgeting. Her hands were clasped tightly together, and then she would unclasp them and play with her dress, and then hold tight again, her eyes flitting everywhere except for Susie's face.

"No, I mean, never mind. You would just think I'm weird, and gross." She gave up, crossing her arms over her chest and turning her body away from Susie. The larger female smirked and nudged the deer's shoulder with a closed fist.

"Hey, if there's one thing I'm all about it's weird and gross."

"No, like in a bad way!" Noelle stood up and stomped her hoof on the ground, her ears pointed down at the ground. The sudden burst came as a shock to Susie, Noelle was usually so sweet and soft and, not like this.

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. No pressure, arright?" She tried to speak calmly as she stood up, moving to touch Noelle's shoulder, then deciding against it, dropping her hands to her sides. Noelle didn't respond as she curled up on herself, arms crossed tighter across her chest, nose wrinkled as she bit back tears, yet unable to stop soft whimpers from filling the cold night air. Susie sighed, and took a step forward, wrapping her arms around Noelle. "Please don't cry. I think your dad would kill me if I made you cry."

Noelle smiled a little, wiping her eyes, and suppressing a cute giggle. "It, it isn't you. It's not your fault I'm like this."

Susie noticed how Noelle seemed to relax once she was safely tucked in her embrace. "Well, can I help?" She asked, hugging her a little tighter.

"Uhm, promise you won't be weirded out and you'll still like me?"

Susie scoffed. "Noelle, it's pretty damn hard to weird me out." There she went again, shifting her weight from hoof to hoof, but at least she was talking again.

"Uhm, I'm not, well I, oh, I don't even know how to explain this." Susie was quiet as she gave Noelle a second to gather her thoughts. "I might as well just, put this bluntly. I, I was born a boy. But, I don't feel like a boy, I've never felt like a boy. I've always felt like I'm a girl. Does that, make sense?" Noelle slowly turned so she was looking at Susie, who was staring with a blank expression.

"Hey, look, who you were in the past, that doesn't really matter to me." She shrugged her shoulders, looking out to the water. "I mean, you're happy now, right?" She looked back at Noelle.

"Yeah. I feel like, myself."

"Well then that's all that matters, and if someone doesn't like that they can cram it!" Susie smiled, showing her sharp teeth.

"So, you don't think it's weird?"

"Nah. Well, I mean all that stuff about gender or whatever is weird anyway. Humans are weird, monsters are weird, everyone's weird. But that stuff doesn't really matter to me anyway. I like you for who you are, Noelle." Susie felt a soft thud as Noelle hugged her tightly. She wrapped her arms around the smaller girl as she nuzzled into her. Noelle looked up at Susie, who cupped her cheek. "Can, can I kiss you?" She asked softly, receiving a nod from the girl. She leaned in, her snout pressing gently against Noelle's lips. Her eyes were closed, arms still wrapped around Noelle when she felt her go somewhat limp. She pulled back, a smirk pulling across her face. "Don't die!"

"I think I'm gonna die." Noelle mumbled as she was easily lifted by Susie. "I'm literally gonna die."

Susie laughed softly, carrying Noelle bridal style away from the lake. "If you die then I'll die, cause your dad will kill me!" Noelle laughed cutely and nuzzled her face into Susie's neck. Both girls were smiling wide, and once outside the gate to her house, Susie set her carefully on the ground, one hoof at a time. "So, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

Noelle nods her head, digging in her purse to pull out her house key. "Oh, wait, your jacket!" Susie waves her hand dismissively.

"I can get it back later, I'm not cold. Plus, you look kinda cute in it." Noelle felt her cheeks heating up.

"I do?" She asked.

"I mean, yeah you look cute in anything! But really, it's fine." Susie gave her short girlfriend a final hug.

"Okay, well, text me when you get home, okay?" Susie nods her head.

"I will." She was starting to walk away, hearing Noelle open and close the gate to her property. "Oh, hey Noelle?" She called back. "I love you."

#noelle holiday #susie helped #deltarune #suselle

[nivq87]

Deltarune thoughts

so I launched the survey program, and then after completing it, it pulled a flowey sorta and closed itself down. WHICH is how I learned that there’s save slots!

[spoilers on ahead]

which is neat cause I wanted to do some different stuff this time. specifically the mean stuff, and ALSO I was hoping I could access my file again because I forgot to go back and find the last piece of the key so I could unleash the basement freedom dude.

also it wasn’t until after I finished the survey program that I noticed that deltarune is an anagram of undertale. which is... really sad imo since we already knew about the delta rune back IN undertale. I am just that big a dumbass.not noticing for literal years.

ANYWAY, some thoughts from the first playthrough

the reason my save file is MEGAN instead of my usual handle is because I totally got tricked by toby again, the vessel got the name niv, and then when it asked about me, I was just kinda

first thing, Kris is cute, and I was super thrown by how empty their half the room was, it was pretty sad and i’m concerned for this kid too, how unhappy they must be. Seeing toriel gave me all kinds of :D feels, and the drive through town was nice, I thought maybe this was a post undertale game, this world they built.

then school and almost getting murdered by bullies and going to the underworld. The characters are cute and super funny. if you saw my post that was 90% punctuation, the happy face was about hugging raslei and then the dummy, it was just so super adorable.

I can’t remember any concrete thoughts about the story line itself, it seemed to speak for itself pretty well, until the end when ralsei did his teary goodbye, and revealed himself to look a lot like teen asriel. which, shoulda been obvious to me, but I think I already established that I need anagrams explained to me or I won’t notice.

walking back around the town was super disorienting too, because aside from toriel and asgore being divorced and having their kid asriel (who is at college apparently?) and besides the NEW characters, none of frisks old friends seemed to know each, other. Grillby is gone, and Sans bought the place and turned it into a grocery store (but at least is still a troll and I am a bonfide idiot baby). The brothers home didn’t have all their lights on it, and good ol papyrus won’t even open the door to talk to you. Apparently they just moved in the other day.

alphys and undyne don’t know each other, bratty and catty hate each other, I found the graves of gerson and snowy’s mom, the dog leader, and shyra. It was all very melancholy and othering and wrong. I explored the town and couldn’t find susie again. At the beginning, I forgot the classic undertale controls, so it wasn’t until after getting back to the school that I noticed up top in the light that it had the classic undertale interface.

Eventually I just go back to toriel, and to bed, and the part where kris just yanks their soul out, and caged it, and gives the fourth wall that murder look scared the shit out of me, and I just have SO MANY QUESTIONS. WHAT IS HAPPENING??

why is everything so wrong? why is everything so christian? why is everything so heteronormative? why is kris the only human in monster town? why is deltarune the beforus of homestuck? the WoD of WoW? (which is extra apt to me since the last boss of the game has the mouth stomach and gorefiend was a wod raid boss then lol)

then I went all the say back to go find the last key piece and apparently there’s just this optional boss fight way back here, who reminds me of of lil cal. stupid laughing murder clowns. stupid murder jesters named jevil. stupid me taking way too long to notice he can use all the card suites because he’s a jester.

unfortunately, I suck at games too much to win, and I am sleepy and have a cold. when I went to try and Be a Douche, I realized that I can’t, not really, that’s not a choice I can make in this game. At most, people seem a little meaner. I was curious for sure if susie would still leave even thought I was fighting everything else.

The only significant change was that at the end, instead of a moshpit, the king is tired and ralsei casts pacify on him. Lancer doesn’t even seem perturbed about the beat down he got? he’s just like, ‘yeah that’ll happen, oh look he’s even having a beauty nap!’ but the people we beat up are beating down the doors to the throne room to get at us, and ralsei hurries us out, does the face reveal, and there’s no time for good byes, ‘because we’re the bad guys so we only have bad byes’ thanks lancer. anyway, the king is still in power, no governmental overthrow this time.

the town and the end scene in the bedroom was no different after doing all that, but I might have to and redo the last fight a few times, see if the end is any different after being a douche and then talking down the king

#Why am I rambling #undertale #deltarune #technically typed this all up ON halloween #but I'm not posting until tomorrow anyway #and then I went and added more anyway on the first #oh well

[storyteller15]

Chapter One: The Letter

(Hi, guys! Surprised? Cinna and I made an SFW acc! Enjoy!)

 Today's the last day I'll ever be Zafrina Alban the Mage.

Just two days ago, Nanny and Bryn received a mail from the postman that's meant for me. We all knew what's in the letter, but neither of them wanted to speak about it. King Asgore and Queen Toriel are finally giving their son, Prince Asriel, his first Selection. It's a competition where the king's Heir chooses one out of thirty-five girls that are chosen from each country to enter. And because Asriel has come of age to inherit the throne, this year is the best opportunity for every girl, including monsters, to compete the Selection and win his heart.

During breakfast, I managed to finish my pancakes Nanny made for me. I looked at the yellow buttercup printed envelope closed with a gold seal stamped with the Delta Rune crest. I picked up the envelope slowly, the smell of it made my stomach growl. It smells like cinnamon, and butterscotch? What a lovely flavor combination, perhaps the king or queen loves to bake? Other than that, the envelope itself is beautiful. It's as if I've been invited to come to the Royal Ball just like Cinderella in one of my books Nanny used to read to me. As of now, it's every human and monster girls' dream to be one of the lucky thirty-five to compete in the Selection.

Of course, I was a little hesitant if I should enter.

I've always felt so discouraged about my appearance and personality. Not many suitors find timid girls attractive, especially if they're too concerned about messing up. I sighed sadly and leaned my forehead against the envelope.

"You don't have to sign the application if you don't want to," Nanny comforts me, rubbing my back. I guess she caught me staring at it for awhile. "King Asgore did say that he'll respect every girl's' decision to come or not."

I sighed, turning my head to look up at her.

"I'm still deciding, Nanny. Don't worry, I'm okay. Besides, I have a few more days to decide until then." I reassured, kissing her cheek.

A part of me wanted to enter not just to make my family's life better, but because I have a silly crush on the Prince. Very silly indeed, I thought to myself.

Every human girl knows that despite Asriel being a monster, they all still look at him as Prince Charming. But under his prince title, I see a docile and loving boy who loves his family and friends so much. Bryn finds it adorable that I have a crush on Asriel, she believes that one day I’ll marry him and live happily ever after.

"Alright, dear, it's time for me to leave for work. And it's time for you to head to school." Nanny says, bringing my attention back to reality.

Oh! I forgot that It's already five minutes past seven-thirty, and I need to get to school! I tucked my letter inside my cross-body lavender bag, putting on my black converse shoes. I follow Nanny out the front door before she closes it. Bryn is usually the one to get up early before me and Nanny—her college classes starts at six. So, I'm always the last one to leave the house.

"Have a good day at school, dear! Don't think about the letter too much, okay?" She smiles before hugs me.

I return the hug and waved her goodbye as she heads off to the opposite direction from where I'm going. I let out a stressed sigh. I'm honestly not looking forward to hear every girl in school to have the Selection as the topic today. Especially if Felicity Jones will brag about how confident she'll be once she turns in her submission. Don't overthink, I thought to myself. I must stay determined and get through the day.

Just my luck, I expected at least half of my class to talk about something else other than the selection. It's now the whole school. This morning in Geometry, I heard a few girls, sitting two rows behind me whispering on how excited they are to get their mail from the postman. In Photography, a monster bunny and a monster dog wouldn't stop beaming about how handsome Prince Asriel is. And here I am now, eating lunch in the cafeteria sulking about how many times I had to hear those two topics swimming around my brain.

"Relax, Zefie, you're not the only one that's tired of hearing about you-know-what." I looked up and found Bethany taking her seat next to mine. I groaned and slammed my head against the table.

"No one will shut up about it." She chuckles and pats my head.

Bethany is my only best friend to ever know me so well. We met in kindergarten when Felicity and her friends were picking on me for being wimpy. She stood up against them and saved me. From there, we've become very close. Today she has her long strawberry blonde up in a high ponytail, complimenting her cyan green eyes and fair beige skin. Bethany's the type of girl that loves to wear t-shirts and jeans with running shoes. She's energetic and laid-back, never the judgmental type. But when it comes to Felicity, her anger is intimidatingly ominous.

"Zef, you and I both know that we're not cut out for this prissy event. But you're definitely eligible enough to enter.” She says, leaning her arm against mine.

I raised my head back up and looked her as if she grew two heads. "B-but I haven't even signed my submission yet! And besides, I don't think Asriel would want his future bride to be timid and clumsy."

"You are more than correct, little miss shy mage." My breathing stopped.

Bethany and I looked to the right, finding Felicity Jones and four of her friends behind her giving us a cold sneer. Felicity is known as the most popular girl in school. Despite her being the daughter of the Mayor of our town, she is nothing but a vicious, spoiled brat that wants everything. With her shimmery icy blue eyes and natural tanned skin, she is nothing but exquisitely perfect to any guy who finds her attractive.

"This conversation isn't for you to intrude, Jones. Why don't you and your followers go waste someone else's time instead of ours?" Bethany growls, balling her hand into a tight fist. Bethany grimaced, she isn't going to deal with Felicity's shenanigans today.

Felicity presses her heart shaped lips in a tight line, but smirks instead. She and Bethany are like cats and dogs. It honestly tires me out to where I’m emotionally exhausted.

"No need to be so rash, Winchester, I'm only agreeing with what Zafrina just said about herself. Which is why, I believe Prince Asriel will choose me to become his bride." Felicity boasts as I looked to the side to avoid her vicious smile.

She lets out a haughty satisfied laugh and flipped her pure diamond blonde hair to the side. "Oh, Zafrina, you're so cute when you look so shy. But don't worry, I didn't come to see you both for nothing."

She reaches into her pink leather handbag and pulled out two orange envelopes and placed them on the table before us.

"Every girl in school is invited to my party I'm throwing. We're all going to watch the news live when Mettaton broadcasts the names of the Selected with the royal family present." She beams proudly.

I squinted at her offer, I guess that’s at the least the kindest thing felicity’s ever done for everyone when she’s not too busy swiping credit cards to pamper herself.

"And because I am feeling confident that I'll be picked, I’m feeling generous enough to invite the two of you, too." She continues as Bethany raised an eyebrow at her and looked down at our invitations.

I changed my mind. I wasn’t looking forward to it. This isn't kind at all, this is her meanest way to rub her victory on every girl in town that didn’t get picked. Felicity sighs, fanning herself with her hand.

"Well, I'm off to go deliver more invitations, no time to waste! Ta-ta, darlings~!"

A wicked smile spread across Felicity's face as she straightens her posture and walks away. We hear her white high-heels click against the tiled floors, before her friends followed after. Bethany curses under her breath and slams her fists against our invitations, making me jump.

"She acts like she's already the queen of the Country!" She lowers her head to cool her anger off. “Why can’t that bitch just be normal for once and be like her sweet mother?”

I sighed softly. Well, at least she has a mother. Bethany seemed to have noticed how crestfallen I looked.

“Shit, sorry, I didn't mean to—” She paused and looked to the side.

“It’s okay!” I reassured her, trying not to make her feel bad. “I was just thinking about something.”

“Zef, I know you’re thinking about your biological parents; I’m sorry but they messed up big time and they don’t deserve to be called your parents.” She spat out, feeling her anger boil up again.

She’s right though, they made a huge mistake. When we started being friends, Bethany asked me if Nanny is my mom. And that was when I told her the sad truth about myself. I was an orphan.

Ever since I was a baby, my biological parents abandoned me.

Nanny had no idea why they did, but she used to be their maid and quit that day to raise me as her own. She even adopted Bryn when I was ten. So, it's just her and Nanny whom I considered family even though we're not blood related. According to Nanny, my real family is famous for being related to one of the seven powerful mages that sealed the monsters away under Mount Ebott. Which explained why I was born with powerful magic. It was a good thing Nanny taught me how to control my magic properly.

The truth is, Nanny’s not human. She’s actually a monster, a Selkie. Which means, she can transform into a seal monster when she swims in the ocean, and a human in dry land. It turns out, Nanny was the one who introduced Asgore to Toriel. She’s been best friends with both of them when they were kids, even before they became king and queen. And because of how much they love her, they gave Nanny a job to be their head maid and their castle steward. However, all of that went down when the humans decided to wage a war against the monsters.

Asgore helped Nanny escape, because she can disguise herself as a human and live the life she desired to have. With a broken heart, she watched all of her kind died, and her friends sealed underground. But all of that ended after Princess Frisk broke the barrier that held all the monsters prisoner. And since then, Nanny was able to speak to Asgore and Toriel again, but they never have the time to see each other personally—their royal duties were far too important to dismiss. So, Asgore and Toriel write letters to Nanny to stay in touch.

No one knows about Nanny’s identity, or who she really is to Asgore and Toriel. And it was best to keep it that way. I quickly check on my iPhone 5s. We have exactly ten minutes before lunch is over. Just then, I hear Felicity and her friends walk by as they chat on about the Selection.

“I wouldn’t boast about getting into the competition easily if I were her,” Bethany finally speaks after cooling down. “The last thing the king and queen needs is a helpless spoiled brat competing against other human mages and monsters. Hell, she’d be squished before she could finish talking about how pretty she is.”

Suddenly, Bethany and I snickered and placed our hands over our mouth. I would pay 50,000 Gold just to see that happen, but I’m a nice person.

I've been raised to have an open mind, to never judge anyone by their looks until you get to know them. And I'm certainly keeping my mind open for the price of becoming the Selected. There have been recent attacks from the demons terrorizing and killing people in the city, and the Palace itself. And not only the kingdom needs a new princess, they need a future queen willing to sacrifice her life to fight for every creature, which adds the pressure to normal human girls that wants to enter just for Prince Asriel's heart or the crown; humans like Felicity in particular.

I looked down at my bag—where my letter was tucked safely. I balled my fingers into a fist, I’m so tired of being scared. I want to help make our country stronger and better. I want to use my magic to fight off the demon army and help Asriel bring peace again. If I can believe in myself, I know I can achieve them all if I just stay determined.

"Bethany? I think it's time for me to stop being afraid and go after what I want." I gave her a stern look and pulled out the envelope that holds the submission to get into the Selection.

She gasps and smirks at me, ruffling my hair around.

"I knew you’d come around. Now punch that brat on the face like a boss and fill up that submission!"

Bethany holds her fist high up at me to show how much she supports me. She pulls her backpack open, rummaging through her stuff until she finally pulls out a pen for me to use. I gladly take it from her and looked at the sweet-scented envelope.

I took a few deep breaths and ripped the envelope open.

#selectiontale #undertale #undertale au #zefie alban

[undertalecomic-surfacetale-au]

Things Forgotten-Frans story Chapter 1

Frisk’s POV

It was a nice day out, and Sans had invited me to go to Grillby's with him to which I had accepted. I mean who would miss out on hanging out with this pun loving skeleton? Not me!  Me and Sans were now walking to where New Grillby's had made residence on the surface.

"so Frisk, how you been recently?" Sans asked breaking the silence.

"I've been doing great, Toriel has been teaching me how to cook recently. She's the best mom anyone could ever ask for!" I replied enthusiastically.

"hey that's great, Kiddo. you should have her teach Papyrus too." Sans said jokingly.

I laughed. " Hey give Undyne a little credit for teaching Papyrus, they have at least been making stuff that's actually edible now, right?" I said in their defense.

Sans couldn't help saying. "define edible?"

You nudged Sans with your arm. "Sans!" I said scoldingly.

"heh. im just joking kid, anyways yeah Papyrus has been making edible stuff recently." Sans agreed.

We then made small talk as we both walked down the sidewalk making our way to our destination. It was so calm and peaceful as we walked through the town that was newly built for the monsters.

It had already been a few months now since the barrier was destroyed and all the monsters had come to the surface, there was alot of hard work afterwards with me being the ambassador and all. I had helped Toriel and Asgore  negotiate with the humans about allowing the monsters to live on the surface peacefully. Luckily most of them were very welcoming of the monsters, and had given them a huge peace of land to build a town to live in. Now that the town for monsters was finally done aside from some details, it was finally starting to calm down. I'm really happy that I'm now able to spend some time with my best friend Sans, after such stressful work.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I realized that I hadn't asked how he's been.

"So, how have you been Sans?" I ended up asking kinda stupidly since I should have asked while ago, but hey it's better late then never. When he didn't answer I chanced looking at him  and he looked pretty deep in thought, also.. upset? Something about his expression made me a bit uncomfortable.

" Sans, are you ok?" I asked my voice laced with concern. Did something happen? That seemed to snap him out of whatever he was thinking, but clearly still didn't know what I said since he replied with-

" huh? ..... What was that, kiddo?" Sans said while looking at me with a grin. I thought it seemed fake, something was wrong...

"I asked if you were ok, you were pretty deep in thought there, you actually looked upset.." I was seriously starting to fear that something was really wrong.

"nah, I'm fine kiddo." Sans replied nonchalantly. I narrowed my eyes at him. Even though he was grinning, he was obviously lying. I decided to not push the matter, after all this was supposed to be a nice day out. I wasn't about to ruin it, I decided to take Sans for his word.... for now.

" Alright if you say so..." I said while sighing.

" oh I 'Snow' so." Sans said winking. I groaned, and then laughed at his small pun. Through all the talking, I hadn't even realized that we were already right in front of Grillby's.

" here we are! after you Frisk." Sans declared while holding the door open for me.

I thanked him, then made my way inside. It was Identical to the Grillby's that was in the underground. I proceeded to head to the usual spot at the bar, even though we don't drink, it's become our regular place to sit here at Grillby's.

" so Frisk, what do you want to eat?" Sans asked me.

"I'll have some fries today." I replied.

"that sounds good." Sans said, then went on to tell Grillby both our orders as per usual. Grillby nodded, sat down the glass he was drying, and then made his way to the back to prepare both orders. After I saw Grillby pass though the door to the back, I chanced a glance over at Sans. I saw him put away something in his jacket pocket-was that a comb?- and go grab for a bottle of ketchup. I couldn't rid my mind of how Sans had looked upset earlier, even though he said it was nothing, I'm pretty sure he had something on his mind. But I wasn't sure whether it was my place to intrude, so I just sat there starring at him from the corner of my eye debating.

By the time I had come to the decision to be nosy, Grillby had already come back with both of our orders.

"Sans, what is the matter? Did something happen?" I asked  While looking at Sans, he had froze while drinking a bottle of ketchup. I  could tell by the look on his face, that he had hoped that I had dropped  the subject entirely. Well sorry, but you're not getting away that easily.

"kiddo, nothings the  matter." Sans said sounding slightly annoyed. He had sat down his ketchup,  and the lights in his eyes had dimmed a bit, but he didn't look at me.

"Sans..."  I said. I was not going to give up, If something was wrong with my  friend I was gonna help in any way possible. He just had to tell me!  *Going out of your way to help your friend, Fills you with Determination!*

Sans took a deep breath, he seemed to be in deep  thought. I just kept looking at him while I waited to see if he would  say anything. Then after what seemed to be minutes, Sans let out a long  sigh, and then looks at me, his face serious.

" i got a  question for ya kid... about the RESETS" Sans started. It was my turn to  put on a serious face, If Sans was going to talk about that it had to  be well...pretty serious. I had had a feeling he knew something about them, but he never said anything that completely confirmed my suspicions. After about a minute he continued.

"you're the one that's responsible for them....right?" Sans asked almost hesitantly, as if he didn't want the answer. But something in the way he asked, made me think he already knew it.

"Yes, and no..." I answered him truthfully. He turned to me, his face full of confusion.

"what do you mean?"

"I have reset, but only once, it's when I left the underground by myself. I reset because I wanted to try again, and hopefully be able to save all of you from the underground." I said a bit guiltily, not being able to hide the fact that resetting their lives did very much bother me.

"hey, don't feel bad about that! you ended up breaking the barrier and saving us all in the end, that's all that matters." Sans said encouragingly. He didn't seem mad at all in fact he was smiling, not a fake one, a real genuine one. Then something seemed to pop in his head and his smile faltered.

"what did you mean when you said 'Yes, and "no"?" Sans asked, now reminding me of the rest of what I was going to say.

"You said 'Resets' right? I only reset once, but I have a feeling I know who did the other ones..."

"who?" Sans asked now curious.

" I think it was Flowey. Before I came to the underground, he had the power of Resetting, loading, and saving. In the underground he had the most DETERMINATION." I finished telling Sans, what I was sure to be true. When I looked over at him, he was looking at me with hollow eye sockets, the little white lights in his eyes were no longer present. I flinched back, as I stared into the black abyss that was his eyes. Almost just as quickly, he regained the lights in his eyes and looked away from me, looking a bit ashamed.

"im sorry, kiddo. didn't mean to chill you to the bone. Heh..." Sans said apologetically, rubbing the back of his skull. I chuckled at his little pun and told him it was no problem, as I'm sure this was a lot to take in. 

"so... that weed was responsible, huh? i thought he kinda looked familiar that time, guess I now know why." Sans said, while grabbing his bottle of ketchup and drinking it all in one go. I looked away, then nodded.

"hey frisk?" Sans said so quietly I almost didn't catch it. I turned my head to face him.

"Yeah, Sans? What is it?" I asked, now curious as to what else he had to say. Sans then turned to face me,  his features not giving anything away.

"can you promise me, that you'll never reset?" Sans asked, his voice sounding kinda doubtful. Probably thinking that I would refuse. I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Sans, I-" I started to answer, but Sans cut me off.

"i know that's rich coming from me. heh, i mean i hate making promises and now  im asking you-" Sans started to say jokingly, But It was my turn interrupt.

"Sans, of course I promise! You and everyone else are my friends and family, I never want to hurt any one of you again by resetting. Besides we finally have our 'Happy Ending'! I'm happy with the way things are now!" I said while smiling at him. I had already made up my mind to never reset, and I was Determined to keep it that way.

Sans looked at me with a stunned expression. The white lights in his eyes were shining brighter then I had ever seen them, as his face turned from stunned to happy, in a millisecond. I gasped softly as I saw he had even started to cry, his tears streaming down his cheeks that were raised from him smiling wider then ever.

"thank.. you..Frisk" Sans said with so much happiness, that I was taken aback at first, then I smiled back at him. I'm glad I was able to help Sans, it seems like a great weight has lifted from him. I told him it was no problem after all that's what friends were for!

"yeah..hehe" Sans seemed to be calming down a bit. He had finally stopped crying, and was starting to wipe the tears from his face. But I couldn't help it, he was so adorable and I was too happy from being able to help him, that I hugged him really hard.

"w-woah, Frisk! don't wanna crush my ribs now, heh." Sans said jokingly, while he hugged back. I loosened my death grip on him so I could pull away enough to look at him.

"Heh, sorry about that Sans-" I stopped what I was saying, cause when I saw his face, it was blue. He's blushing, that's so cute! Wait what am I thinking..?! I blushed a deep shade of red in response, while trying to will those thoughts away. Unfortunately, It wasn't working. 

We ended up sitting there awkwardly, just staring at each other while blushing. I then realized that we were still hugging each other and our faces were way to close. I blushed even darker, as did Sans as if that same thought had also just crossed his mind too. We slowly eased out of the hug, and still sat there for a while in silence. I just kinda picked at my fries, not really feeling hungry anymore. Sans, god bless him, finally broke the suffocatingly awkward silence.

"so, you wanna go take a stroll around town?" He asked. His head was down and he was rubbing the back of his skull. He was still blushing a cyan blue, I giggled.

"Sure, sounds great." I answered, while getting off my stool and putting down money for the food. Before he could protest to me for paying, I was out the door, him hot on my heels. We walked down the sidewalk a ways, and were coming up to a crosswalk. I noticed he seemed to be grumbling something under his breath about me paying for him, I just laughed at him. Then he started to blush a light blue and pouted, actually pouted! He's really adorable when he does that....Heh, I guess I really do like Sans,..more than a friend anyways..

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that, I hadn't realized where we were walking. I stopped and glanced around. It then dawned on me that we were in the middle of the street,  and the no walk sign was on. I looked ahead of me and Sans had continued to walk still oblivious to his surroundings. I looked over and saw a big truck rushing right where Sans was going, and I saw the driver wasn't paying any attention to what was in front of him! I felt my heart stop, and everything just went in slow motion from there. I ran as fast as I could go, yelling at Sans to get out of the way. He looked back at me confused, then shocked to see me running at him. I then jumped at Sans and pushed him out of the way. The truck was right in from of me, there was no time to get out of the way myself. I heard honking, and tires screeching. Then.... everything went black. A/N: This story is actually one from about a year or two ago I think? Idk, I have it over on my wattpad. I tried to fix some of it, since it was so terribly written back then. But honestly didn’t want to take that much time on it. I’m posting it on here, just in case you’re interested. This story and my surfacetale comic actually will have a thing in common but I can’t tell you what it is just yet. Anyways, There will be more chapters on the way. I’m just going over them and making sure they don’t sound TOO HORRIBLE.. eh whatever I suck at writing lol. Hope y’all enjoy the cliffhanger like everyone else did when I first posted it. ;3

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