#I imagine Sans to just be chilling with Papyrus in their house here

[descendant-of-truth]

Unsurprisingly, I wrote this on a whim at 3am

#undertale #sans the skeleton #papyrus #ut sans #skelebros #I imagine Sans to just be chilling with Papyrus in their house here #maybe in Papyrus's room #maybe on the couch #(Full disclosure I don't see Papyrus as the type to hate puns) #(he's just mad here because Sans is cutting into his personal insomnia time) #XD

[clorofolle]

Miscellaneous Deltarune ch. 2 thoughts under the cut because I LOVE reading these from other people

It slaps. So hard

I personally thought chapter 1 was a bit weak overall – still had loads of fun playing it, and replayed it a bunch, but it left me hoping Toby and his team would do something a little different in the next chapters. And OH BOY did they deliver with this one!!

The music!!! Is so!!! Good!!!

The characters! The dialogue! Chapter 1 got so many chuckles from me but I still feel Chapter 2 managed to be even better on this front.

The weird/snowgrave route is as disturbing as it is exciting, especially since we know there's only gonna be one ending.

The Player's relationshop with Kris is... interesting? I can't parse it. It doesn't feel in line with Toby Fox to make a game where the only moral thing to do for the in-game people is not to play it at all, like we can only do bad by possessing a kid who would be better off without us...? But also, Kris is so much their own person, I feel like I am intruding, or making them do things they wouldn't usually – even in Pacifist. Like – I wish them and Ralsei to be friends, so I make Kris hug Ralsei. But is Kris okay with that? What would have they done?

Especially since it seems like Kris doesn't like Ralsei all that much...? Kris drinking Ralsei tea is the only combination where one of the trio drinking the tea of another one restores 60hp and not 120. What's up Kris? What does he tell you while I'm not looking? You ok? You know you can talk to me, right? And that you can just. Ditch the soul for a bit if you wanna play the piano and go out with friends. Yo it's chill man

We all already knew Toby was inspired by OFF for a lot of stuff, but imho this is the first time it really shows!! Maybe because some stuff had been there even before Undertale. Queen being simply Queen, the Swatchlings have big OFF vibes... but especially the Acid Tunnel of Love! I think one of the imagery OFF fans are most familiar with is the Batter traversing these rivers of meat on a creepy duck/swan-like Pedalo. I've read some theories about how we're actually playing the Bad Guy, since we & Kris are the Knight, and will end up having to fight everyone else. While I don't think that's the case at all... I can't help but feel it would be *cool* to have a sort of Batter situation with Kris, hehe.

I think since Toby knows that by now, pretty much the whole fanbase is looking out for signs of Gaster, they might be,,, tricking us a little? I definitely thought that the man who “spoke so eloquently” and gave “blueprints” to Sweet Cap'n Cakes might've been him! Turns out it was just Roulx Kaard, who might look a bit the part but is definitely not Gaster, haha.

On the same vein... I think general fandom consensus is that Gaster is the Knight, no? The games sort of keep pointing at it. My guess is, it's gonna be more complicated. He's leading us on.

PAPYRUS. papyrus Papyrus PAPYRUS

I am so worried for that little skeleton and yet!!! so excited!!!

The fact that we couldn't see him yet gives me high hopes Toby has big plans for this Best Boy. After all he was by far the weirdest (lore-wise) character in UT, the one with the most dialogue after the Narrator, inexplicably loved by all and any fourth wall breaking anomalies (Flowey, Toby, and me <3)

Also his design was based on Dedan from OFF! What a funny piece of information. How fun that he was based off a villain. Nothing could go wrong!!!

My belief is that he's gonna be an interesting character, and we're gonna meet him in the Dark World. Fight him probably!!! But we're gonna be his friends at the end.

And last thing... Sans has not once mentioned the name Papyrus. Papyrus just. Isn't in the game so far

Which is the most troublesome thing so far,,,

Especially since. I feel there might be a thing with siblings or similar people with similar names and us players being confused about it...? Catty UT is here, but our peer and likely to be in adventures is Catti. Noelle has/had a sister we yet know nothing about, except her full name might be December. We were promised we would soon meet Suzy, yet only met Susie so far. We haven't seen Asriel in the game, but Ralsei sure looks how we imagine Asriel to, huh?

Can't wait for Toby to troll us. Sans is gonna open the door to his house like hey meet my brother. He's a little shy because he only speaks in sign language. His name is Gaster. Oh? Wasn't he who you were expecting?

and then Papyrus shows up and kicks our asses and in this other timeline he's the final boss or something and we could've never seen it coming

#last point is admittedly a shitpost. but toby p lease i need something like this from himmmm he's my fav to speculate about!!!! #deltatune #deltarune #not gonna delete that deltatune tag bc i love it. #deltarune spoilers #deltarune chapter 2 #deltarune chapter 2 spoilers #papyrus #kris deltarune #papyrus deltarune #deltarune 2 #deltarune discussion #deltarune 2 discussion #deltarune chapter 2 discussion #deltarune thoughts #dr ch 2

[that-one-fluffy-anon]

RANDOM INSPIRATION RANDOM INSPIRATION

underswap thing :D

okay so what if sans tricked reader into going on a date w/ papyrus

it would totally happen

It doesn’t get ~spicy~ or ~crazy~ but hey its still there

i got lazy at the end- sorry-

----------------------------

“Oh- crap!”

You picked up a piece of stray laundry that had fallen from the stack in your arms. You had washed your clothes, and folded them, so now you were carrying them back to your closet. 

Before you could put away even the first shirt, you heard your phone go off. Must be that spammer again, you thought. You set down the stack of laundry and walked over to your buzzing phone. The number wasn’t one you recognized.. yeah, probably a spammer. It had your area code, though, so eh. Might as well pick it up. 

“HELLO, (Y/N)!!”

Oh- god, that was impressively loud! You laughed a bit and asked, “Who is this? You have awesome projecting skills.” 

“IT IS I, THE MAGNIFICENT SANS!! PAPYRUS’S BROTHER!”

Ohhh! Papyrus had been your friend for a while, now. He was really chill, which you could appreciate. His brother, however, was NOT chill. In fact, he was so energetic that you didn’t need coffee in the mornings whenever you talked to him. It was infectious, quite honestly. You didn’t mind it. Sans was really fun to talk to! You were glad he had called, now you had an excuse to get away from laundry.

“Oh! Hi, Sans! Nice to hear from you.” 

“AND YOU AS WELL! ARE YOU FREE TONIGHT?”

Uh. 

Were you??

Also, what?????

“Uh- I think so? It’s Saturday, right?”

“CORRECT!”

“Yeah, I’m free. What’s up?”

“ME AND MY BROTHER WOULD LIKE TO BUY YOU DINNER!”

hold the phone. Well, technically you were already holding it, but still.

Buy you dinner? 

Okay, not weird at all. Totally. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly, and you responded after a second of silence.

“Uh- no, you really don’t have to do that!”

“BUT WE DO!!! REMEMBER THAT TIME YOU BROUGHT US LUNCH WHEN PAPYRUS WAS SICK? WE OWE YOU!!” 

..You could distinctly hear a groan in the background. You snorted a bit, remembering bringing McDonald’s to the bone-brothers’ house. That had been a weird day.

“..Oh, alright. What time?”

“HE’LL-” A shout of protest in the background- “WE’LL PICK YOU UP AT SIX! SOUND OKAY?”

..WHat the hell was going on? It was kinda funny-

You covered your mouth, trying very hard not to laugh.

“Sounds good!”

Oh god, what was gonna happen tonight?

--------------imagine a cool time transition here-------

There’s the car- the adorable minivan that Sans liked to drive in. Honestly. it was probably extremely uncomfortable for Papyrus, but hey, he seemed happy. And it was also the cutest thing ever, so-

You walked to the door of the car, smiling. It’d been a while since you’d talked in person with Sans! The window rolled down, and Papyrus was at the wheel!

...waait, Paps was at the wheel.

Waaait a second.

Paps NEVER drove.

Where was Sans?

“hey, (y/n). hop i-”

“Is Sans okay??”

..Holy shit that sounded so bad. He’s not even here, why are you asking about that, that makes it seem like you don’t care about Paps, oh god, now he’s gonna hate you, dammit-

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry- that sounded really bad- I’m so sorry!”

Paps started talking at the same time as you- “nonono, it’s fine, don’t worry about it-”

You both shut up.

“You go first-”

“you go first-”

AAnd you just said that at the same time as well. You started cracking up, and the tall skeleton sitting in the minivan did the same. 

“Ha- oh god, okay. Paps, you first.”

“aight. sans is fine, just realized he had some stuff to do at home.” A patented Papyrus shrug. “he left it just to us tonight.” ...why was his face slightly orange??

You smiled. “I can deal with that, I thought he was sick or something!”

“yeah, he’s fine, honey. no worries!”

You opened the door and sat in the front seat. Thank god for seat warmers-

As you drove off, it was pretty quiet, for once. Paps didn’t say anything the whole drive down. He seemed to be thinking about something...

The car slowed to a stop. You were on a tall hill- no restaurant in sight. 

Papyrus reached into the back of the car, pulling out a brown- uh. Culver’s?? Maybe??- and pulled out two burgers, handing one to you with a wink.

“we’ve arrived at our destination, so... time for a patty party.”

You snorted and groaned at the horrible pun. It didn’t even qualify as a pun, sweet Jesus.

“Ughhhh, paps that’s not even a pun!”

“well, that’s the most su-fry-ing thing i’ve heard all day.”

“Neither is that! You get no credit for that.”

You unwrapped your burger and took a bite. Also, you shushed Papyrus, as he had opened his mouth again to let out an unholy pun.

“aw, but-”

You shushed him again. Swallowing, you raised your eyebrows playfully. “No puns while eating, got it?”

He pouted, then took a bit of his own burger. His vision didn’t leave you, however. 

After finishing your burger, you turned back to him. 

“Now. Puns are allowed. Puns and ONLY puns.”

“aw, so no-”

“DON’T EVEN FINISH THAT THOUGHT.”

You both laughed again. The ride home was more pun-filled and laughter-intensive than quiet, and it was AMAZING. As you pulled up to your home, you smiled and threw a balled up wrapper at the tall skeleton wearing an orange hoodie next to you. “No more puns. None.”

He grinned. “pun-derstandable.”

You laughed fully on that one. “Thanks for today. It was actually really awesome!”

He- agh again- he blushed a creamsicle orange. “y-yeah. anytime, honey.”

#underswap papyrus #my bestie #reader x us!papyrus #fluff writes #oh dear god im sorry #random inspo #have a good day!

[valkyrieofsmut]

How many kids would the boys want? Just curious🤔

I had to think about this for a while, but, this is what I came up with! 

Classic-  Classic isn’t picky, you want kids? Cool. You don’t want kids? Well, he’s still got his amazingly cool bro, who he pretty much raised, and will always kinda be like his kid, so... Still cool. But he’d love to have little mixes of him and you running around. He’d love to have one kid to dote on, to be his accomplice in pranks and jokes, but, he also would want them to have a sibling, because he knows that he works so hard that he won’t always be there next to them, and he knows first hand that growing up is better with a sibling. Any more than three or four, and he’d start to get overwhelmed, though, even at four, he’s relying a little bit on extra help- thank stars for Paps. 

Creampuff-  Kids? He loves kids! This boy would be that parent running around all crazy with his kids in the park or yard, if you have one, and he thinks, the more the merrier! He also is always up to date on their lives and making sure they are having the best lives possible. Though one is absolutely fine, he’d love four or five! And if you do give in, or want a large family also, you will see Cream be the most exhausted he’s ever been, completely wiped and about to fall asleep on the couch after finally getting the kids in bed. He will start to understand how Sans feels, being so tired all the time. You’ll never hear him complain, though! He is always satisfied and happy with his life with you and the kids. And if you don’t want kids, count on basically having an animal rescue at your house because he needs to give this love, and when he sees a box with ‘free x’ and no one around, knowing that they’re not going to have anyone to take care of them, he can’t just leave them there! 

Red-  You don’t want kids? Well... he’d probably be garbage at being a dad, anyway. Probably better all around. You want kids? You’d really be willing to bind yourself to him forever in that way? Be ready, he’s about to grab you and tell you, ‘let’s go make one, then.’ You’re also lucky that it takes intent for monsters to have kids, because he’s never going to be able to keep his hands off of you, and your kids will either constantly be embarrassed and whining ‘ewww!’ or just think that it’s normal for their parents to be so ridiculously in love. Ideally, when planning, he wants two, because it’s always better to have someone who’s got your back, and no one does that better than siblings. But. He’s the kind of parent that loves to just sit back and watch how his kids are doing, what they’re getting up to, and the adventures they have, seeing them learn, and helping along the way, and, once they get past a certain stage, such as both being able to walk and talk, almost able to feed themselves, don’t be surprised to find him back nuzzling you from behind while you’re trying to get something done, murmuring in your ear about having another one. Count on him making jokes about needing a spare, ‘just in case’, for the third kid, and ‘backup spare’ for the fourth, beyond that, though Red, like Classic, will start being overwhelmed, and glad that his bro is so great with kids and loves his niblings so much, always declaring that, as they are related to him, they are better than others! 

Edge-  If you don’t want kids, that’s fine, Edge has you, and that’s enough! He’s not against having kids, though. He’d have one, training them to follow in his footsteps, teaching them the mastery of everything he’s learned, how to stay safe, and also to have honor and pride and protect those who cannot protect themselves. He could see having a second child to trail behind him and their older sibling as they train, taking in what they can and also working to be great, and then joining the training when they’re old enough. However, two is his limit, anything over that and he becomes anxious. He needs to keep his brood small enough to protect effectively, and he’s got you, the kids, his idiot brother, and whatever mess he’s gotten himself into (his family) to count into that mess. He knows he can only stretch so far, and won’t compromise the safety of those he loves. 

Blue-  Blue loves kids! He would be the soccer mom, planning out all the activities, making sure they get there, cheering from the sidelines- he proudly drives that minivan! Though he still drives his motorcycle when he’s not taking the kids out everywhere. He is so energetic that he always gets mistaken for the babysitter or sibling of the kids, and it rubs him the wrong way, but he’s gotten pretty good at just turning and calling for a ‘DOG PILE ON DADDY!’ and enjoying the shocked look on the person’s face as the kids all pile on him. As for how many, he’d love to have four or five, to ‘use the minivan to it’s fullest!’ And despite having all that energy, he tires faster than some of his Papyrus type counterparts, and usually ‘forces’ his brother to come with him on outings, to ‘keep an eye on him and make sure he’s not being lazy’ but he really just needs the help, because he’s stretched so thin. (urgh!) If you didn’t want any, he’s going to be the volunteer coach for many youth sports and events, he’ll still have that minivan to haul around his team, and he’ll still have his brother there to help cart everything around. Stretch takes it all in stride, though, hanging out by the bench with the snacks and equipment holding the clipboard and whistle. 

Stretch-  Stretch likes kids ok. If you don’t want any, he’d be cool with that, he’ll be getting enough interaction with them from always dealing with his bro’s escapades. If you do want them, he won’t be able to handle more than one or two, and he’ll be taking them with him to tag along with his bro’s craziness, though Blue will be a dedicated uncle and take less coaching work to have more time to ‘help’ him with the kids. He’s glad that his bro wants to hang out with them so much, not only because he’s so cool and the kids will grow to be that cool, too, but also because they’re getting their exercise in, and he’s too sedentary to do it with them. 

Black-  Black’s not sure about kids- of course, any children of his would be amazing! It’s the other scum out there trying to corrupt them he’s worried about... So if you don’t want any, he’d be fine with it. However, if you do want them, he does need a successor! Someone to take over for him down the line! Black is going to have a learning curve. First child, everything’s new, and he has no idea what he’s doing! Imagine him awkwardly holding the baby up, uncertain, nervousness radiating from him, demanding, “WHY ARE THEY MAKING THESE NOISES? WHAT DO I DO!? LOVE- YOUR CHILD NEEDS YOU!” and if you’re not home, "MUTT!!” By the second child, he thinks he’ll be able to do this, no problem! He’s no longer an unpracticed first timer who doesn’t know how to change a diaper! However- now he needs to learn how to keep two kids happy via multitasking at different levels, and to keep up with their needs, so he is still calling for help more than he’d like. He’s finally got it on the third one, though! He’s still learning new things with the first, but it’s far enough apart that he can keep up with the multitasking, and he’s already worked with the lower levels and is comfortable enough with them that he looks like a pro. On the fourth child, he’s insanely proud that if any of his children (or other people’s children as well, the deservingly smug bastard) are having the tired tantrums, all he has to do is pick them up and lay them against his chest and they fall asleep. Like Blue, he also gets mistaken for the babysitter or sibling of his children as he proudly marches around with them in line behind him. When someone comments how cute it is that they’re all playing ‘follow the leader’, he will stop, they will all fall into a parade rest, and he will thank the person for the compliment, and- “YES, I AM THE LEADER, AND YOU’D DO BEST TO WATCH YOURSELF, AS MY BROOD IS QUITE THE CAPABLE BUNCH!” 

Mutt-  Mutt always seems so chill- if you don’t want kids, he’s chill with it, he still checks on his brother and any niblings he has, so he’s pretty parentally content. If you do want kids, you’re going to think you’ve somehow missed all the signs that you’re now entangled with the mob. No one bothers his kids. They have friends, happiness, normal childhood things- but if you watch closely, he’s always got his socket on them. If, by chance, some poor ignorant child did bully one of his kids- you won’t hear about it after the first time, and... that child’s family may have had to suddenly move... He doesn’t need a lot to be happy, you and his brother are enough, and if Black plans to have kids it will affect how many Mutt wants, he needs to make sure he’s not spread too thin so he can properly protect and enforce the safety of you all. One or two are preferred, but you might be able to convince him of three. 

Axe-  Unfortunately, due to his injury, he can’t handle as much stimulus as he used to. If you decide that kids aren’t a good idea, or you don’t want them, he’s onboard. If you do want them, he’ll do his best to support you. He could handle only one, possibly two, and even at two, he’s worried he’s gong to mess up and forget he has the kids with him or something when he’s out, and you’ll get panicked calls from him at the store, “did i bring the kids with me-?!” “No, hon, there’re here with me.” Which is why- he wants help. He loves you, and if you want more kids, he wants you to be happy and give you what you want, and he’s not against the idea of more kids, he’ll just need his bro to come live with you, if he doesn’t already. The kids’ childhood will be wonderful, with three caregivers who love them, and they’ll be the most competent kids in any of their classes. Having Axe for a parent and Crooks for an uncle, or possibly co- parent, they’ll learn how to hunt, trap, store, prepare, and keep all sorts of food type things- be it a garden, wild game, or the livestock and chickens at home. Not only that, but they will know how to defend themselves and survive in all sorts of situations, if anything happens. They learn this all as fun family togetherness stuff, of course, but Axe has seen hell, and he wants his kids to be able to survive anything, to be able to go off the grid from anyone that would compromise them and stay safe and well taken care of when shit hits the fan. 

Crooks/ Bun-  Much like Axe, he can’t handle as much stimulus as he used to be able to. He loves kids, but his years underground have worn him down, and he’s not as energetic as he used to be. If you don’t want kids, it will be fine, he still has his brother to take care of, after all. If you do want them, he is still taking care of Axe, and while Axe can help with the kids, the trauma and PTSD they both have can hold them back some times. One or two kids would suit him just fine. They are going to learn all the wonderful things the two have to teach them, too; Papyrus will teach them about preserving and storing food, gardening, gathering, and trapping, while keeping things safe, and Axe will make sure they know how to defend themselves, protect their possessions, and hunt. His lower energy capacity does mean he gets worn out faster, and needs time for resting, usually putting the kids down for a nap at this time. At the end of the day, though, he’s happy with whatever family he’s got, especially when it’s got all the people he loves in it.

Ask Masterlist?

[tyranttortoise]

I’m not the anon who asked but can i please get that soulmate with sans’ brother’s s/o thing but with the papyrus personalities?

*I wanted to get an imagine out quick because I’ve got friends flying out tomorrow for my birthday (which is the 17th!), so I won’t have much time to write anything for a couple of weeks.  We’re going to New Orleans, and you guys remember how much I love that, so I’m super excited.  I need a vacation so bad, and I can’t wait to see them.  

I think this meant with Papyruses in general, so here’s the other half of an imagine I did a while back where you’re dating Papyrus, but soulmates with Sans.  

In this one, you’re dating Sans, but soulmates with Papyrus.  I’mma stick most of it under a cut.

UT!bros*You’re dating Sans.

Papyrus doesn’t understand the resonance – not at first, at least.  It comes as a tightness in his SOUL, an elation whenever he’s near you, and a feeling of uneasiness whenever you’re away.  At first, he considers it a feeling brought about by genuinely wanting to be your friend.  After all, you’re dating his brother, so he knows you’re a great person.  You exchange numbers almost immediately, and Papyrus even surprises himself with how eager he is to text you and call you.  

The three of you become mostly inseparable.  If Sans doesn’t invite you over to their house, Papyrus calls you up with a spaghetti invitation.  The two of you spend a lot of time in the kitchen, re-creating the cooking show Chopped that Papyrus was blown away by, while Sans acts as a rather biased judge.  Papyrus sends you pictures and texts every day when you’re away, and it’s beginning to seem like you talk to Papyrus more than your actual bonefriend.

Papyrus is satisfied with being your ULTIMATE BEST FRIEND EVER until you start staying the night at the skelebros’ house.  At first, he was excited at the idea of a sleepover, and he got into his best pajamas (the ones with MTT in robot form all over them) and popped a huge bowl of popcorn, preparing for a movie marathon.  You end up sandwiched between the brothers, covered in a big blanket, but after three movies, you’re exhausted and start to nod off.  Sans wakes up at some point and nudges you awake so the two of you can go upstairs to rest in his bed, and Papyrus… attempts to stall you.  You brush it off as him being eager to finish the last movie, but Sans’s smile seems different when he cracks a joke toward his brother.

Papyrus doesn’t even berate him for using a cheap pun.  

That night, while you’re sleeping in the next room on Sans’s mattress, Papyrus can’t stop rubbing his palm against his sternum and wondering why he feels so… anxious.  

You didn’t sleep well, but you felt like you had the worst case of heartburn ever and internally admonish yourself for having late-night pizza before bed.  Something seems off with Sans, however, and he’s not in the bed when you wake up.  Over the next few days, he seems to become more and more distant, picking up extra shifts and only giving you one-word replies when he texts back.  

It comes to as no surprise when he breaks up with you a week later.  “just not compatible.  sorry, kid.  but hey, no hard feelings, right?  paps would be really upset if you stopped coming by the house, so if you still wanna be friends…”

UF!bros*You’re dating Red.

The moment Edge meets you, he realizes that the universe has an even worse sense of humor than his brother.  

The pull in his SOUL is unmistakable; he’s no fool, and he knows that it’s clearly resonating with yours.  However, his brother’s arm is around you, and you’re laughing at something Red’s said – some stupid joke, he’s sure – which only serves to deepen his scowl.  

How could you – you of all the people out there, the one that’s dating his brother – be the soulmate of the Great and Terrible Papyrus?  He’s outright rude to you from the start, refusing to use your name (“HUMAN, DO NOT LEAVE YOUR DIRTY DISHES IN THE SINK LIKE MY LAZYBONES BROTHER!”) and jumping on you over every small slight in an effort to drive you out of his house.  He even surprises Red by snapping at him when Red tells him to chill out, and then sequesters himself in his room.  

His SOUL is vibrating so hard that he feels like he’s going to break apart, but he pushes it down.

Wait… it isn’t vibrating at all.  It’s clenching tight, yes, but the vibration he felt was his rattling ribcage.

HAVE I REALLY FALLEN THIS FAR?  OVER A SIMPLE, SLOVENLY HUMAN?

He tries to avoid you, but one day, you confront him and straight-up get in his face, demanding to know what you did wrong and why he hates you so much.  Edge attempts to flee the conversation (he can’t think over the pounding in his skull, or the way his SOUL feels as if it’s writhing within his body), but you block his path and jab a finger bravely into his chest, lecturing him over his behavior.  Red isn’t around, and you’re determined to make peace with his brother so you can feel comfortable hanging out at your bonefriend’s house.  

Edge can only stare, his expression stricken, as you muster up every bit of your courage to demand to know why he hates you.  

However, you weren’t expecting to choke on the words…

Tears cloud your vision as the word hate catches in your throat.  You’re not even sure why you’re crying – or why your chest feels so tight.  Are you on the verge of an anxiety attack?  Was this a mistake?  Or –

– or is it just that the idea of him hating you hurts?

That’s absurd.  You barely know each other.  Still, as soon as the first tear rolls down your cheek, Edge shocks the hell out of you by gathering you against his chest.  His hold is borderline tender, and for a long time, he doesn’t say anything; he simply holds you while you calm down.  

… Is he shaking?

“I DON’T…”

He hesitates, and you attempt to lift your head, but he holds you tighter, refusing to allow you to look at him.  

“… HATE YOU.”

The two of you don’t speak of what transpired in the hallway that day, but Edge is noticeably nicer to you.  He never mentions the resonance to Red, so his brother remains oblivious.  Of course, you and Red eventually go your separate ways, and you don’t see Edge for several weeks.  

And then, you run into him at a grocery store… and your heart feels like it’s fluttering.  

US!bros*You’re dating Blueberry.

Stretch knows what’s happening the moment he meets you.

The resonance is strong enough that he can feel it in his entire body, however, he’s had enough experience with concealing his true feelings that it doesn’t show.  He had been eager to meet you – his brother has been going on and on about you for weeks, so he knew you had to be a great person – but he never expected his brother’s datemate to be his soulmate.  

He plays it off spectacularly.  He’s friendly toward you, makes plenty of puns (you always laugh at his jokes, and whenever you both end up firing off puns together, Blueberry pretends to be so exasperated), and spends plenty of time hanging out with you and his brother.  He’s always there to offer advice, his sends you memes late at night, and he can kick your ass in every version of Mario Party there is, and yet… he also always gives you and Blue your alone time.  He gives you space, or naps on the couch, and you end up considering him your best friend.

He never tells Blueberry that you’re his soulmate.  He would never do that to his brother, who’s obviously head-over-heels for you – and you love Blueberry, too; Stretch can tell.  Blue’s the kind of person that would break up with you if he knew, and Stretch can never allow that.  

After all, he just wants his two favorite people to be happy, and he’s content with you as his best friend.  Just having you around is enough to make his soul sing.

Who says soulmates can’t be platonic?

SF!bros*You’re dating Blackberry

*heh.  guess i’ve just got that shit of luck, huh?

Mutt should have known that he wouldn’t be worthy of a soulmate.  After all, he’s spent a good portion of his life feeling guilt-ridden and worthless, constantly trying to make up for his previous bout of selfishness.  

So, it comes as no surprise that he would get tested here.  

It also comes as no surprise that he doesn’t react to the resonance.  He could never do that to his brother.  Blackberry’s been a touch-starved mess, yearning for love and affection, and he finally has it from you.  And you’re good for him!  You temper him, keeping him grounded and from having his anger make him impulsive.  You give him a kindness that no one besides Mutt has, which only makes Mutt’s soul swell even more with admiration.  

The three of you spend a fair amount of time together, since it appears that Blackberry feels the most at ease when he’s around his brother.  Mutt, however, avoids being alone with you, and aside from the occasional joke and wink thrown your way, you never become great friends with him.  Although he acts normally around Blackberry, he keeps his guard up, and always seems to twist any efforts you make to get to know him back onto his brother and how magnificent he is.  

Whenever you’re sleeping in Blackberry’s room, however, Mutt spends the night outside with his hood pulled up, chain-smoking dog treats and clutching his chest.  It’s hard to ignore the throb of his SOUL, but he does his damnedest.

Though, he resolves never to drink around you for fear that he’ll get too drunk and blurt something out – or even worse, try to hold you.  He knows that all it would take is one hug, and all his years of repentance would be out the window.    

(*Imagine Masterlist)

#undertale imagine #undertale #underfell #underswap #swapfell #soulmates #this one was fun to write #i think edge's was my favorite #and i've always been a big fan of platonic soulmates too #i definitely think you can be best friend soulmates #and stretch is the perfect skele for that

[msmkcreates]

Twice a Month I Fall in Love (13/???)

[Back to the Beginning]

Pairing: SF!Papyrus/Reader

Finally! Getting this out before I pass out! As always, inspired by the amazong @undertaleprompts

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“Papyrus?”

Mutt shot up from the bed, making you backpedal and fall on your ass as his wild eyelights looked at you, a sense of the devil in his glare for a long moment that made you almost regret waking him…

But then he blinked and shook his head, looking at you with one socket cracked.

“...can’t sneak up on a loaded gun like that, darlin’,” he mumbled, reaching his hand out. You felt the familiar, comforting tingle of his magic all around you as you floated up and onto your feet. “...did i scare ya?”

“A little, but that’s okay,” you said softly, moving to sit on the bed beside him. “I’ve...had worse scares.”

He looked at you, an unreadable expression on his face for a long moment, before smiling just a little bit and apparently deciding not to pry.

“lookin’ for a little midnight lovin’ or what?” He teased, winking at you.

You giggled, feeling your face flush jist a bit. “No, uh...just couldn't sleep so I thought...if you didn't mind hanging out, we can start to...to get to kn-know each other?”

“oh.”

“But, but if you really want to go back to sleep, I, uh, I can--”

“oh, no, wait!” He gripped your forearm gently to keep you from getting up. “i didn't mean 'oh’ as in i didn't want to, i was just surprised. 3am is an interesting time to wanna hang out.”

“Well, we'll...we'll have Zack around any time during the day, and I couldn't, uh, couldn't sleep.”

He stared at you again, and you squirmed under his gaze a bit. Maybe this was a bad idea after all…

“you have a stutter,” he pointed out, and you deflated noticeably, bracing yourself for the ridicule you were used to receiving for your speech impediment.

“Sorry, I...yeah.”

“...it's cute.”

“Wha...c-cute?” You asked, cursing the stupid stutter you were now hyperaware of.

“of all the times i've talked to people about you and how you are, they've never mentioned you had a stutter,” he said. “isn't that weird? such an obvious thing…”

“I uh...I don't do it when, uh, when I'm in your body,” you said sheepishly, tucking a loose curl behind your ear. “My doctor says it's all...all in my head, so...I guess whatever it is, uh, goes away when I'm...you.”

“does that mean i’m your comfort zone?” he chuckled, leaning back against the wall.

“Maybe?” You smiled, and then giggled. “Okay, yes.”

“what if we stop switching?” He asked. “would i still be your comfort zone then?”

“Always.”

He seemed taken aback by how swiftly and confidently you said that, a light dusting of purple glowing off his cheekbones.

You were smiling at him so easily, as if he didn't bother you at all. He had assumed, with how soft and perfect and tiny you were that, especially after that wakeup call, you might hesitate around him. But even with your stutter, there was no fear in your eyes. Your body angled towards him, your hand brushing your hair behind your ear, your eyes blinking up at him through those long lashes…

...you actually wanted to be here, with him, and even though he knew that he also had this fear that he wouldn't live up to your expectations for him. Did you have an image of him in your head, from what the others say or what you read? Because as different as you are on paper, he's even more so. He's poetic on paper, he's clean and romantic and gentle--nothing like him on a normal day.

“am i everything you thought i'd be?” He asked, and the question hung in the chill of the evening as you appeared to think about it.

You seemed ready to talk a few times, but stopped yourself, as if at a loss for words.

“...no,” you said finally, and even as he felt the disappointment settle you clarified. “You're much more than that. I mean, Zack, for one…he doesn't tell me much about your days, I had no idea you were so close. You're really, really good with him.”

“what about sans?” He chuckled, remembering his brother fussing over you eating more at dinner. “he's an entirely different person around you.”

“I got a pretty good idea of what he might have actually been like, though,” you said with a wry smile, absently touching your cheek. He mirrored your movement, thumb brushing across the scar he'd had after one of your days while still underground.

“...it was safer that way,” he said softly.

“I know.” You leaned in and your hand brushed the scar on his cheekbone, clearly remembering how it felt and imagining it all over, where the other scars were.

He carefully placed his hand over yours and held it there, leaning into your touch with a smirk and enjoying the blush that barely brushed your cheeks.

“kinda thought you'd be a chatterbox,” he mused, continuing the things that weren't expected. “y'always left me pages to read in your journal. thought you'd be the same in person.”

“St...stutter,” you responded sheepishly.

“not complaining,” he corrected himself. “m'pretty quiet on my own. s'rare in this house.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled. Somehow you had subconsciously moved closer to your hand, and he was giving you an amused look as you were now leaning in so much that he could bump you without leaving the wall.

“...Sorry for bugging you at 3am,” you muttered, retracting your hand, embarrassed.

How cute.

“you're not bothering me,” he shrugged. “but i do gotta question, since it's 3am, and it's the perfect time for existential conversation.”

You giggled and motioned for him to continue.

“what happens to us if we stop switching?”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, thinking and looking a little lost. “...I don't know. I...I hope we can still keep in touch.”

“course we will. i mean--” He tapped his chest, and then lightly laid his hand on your collarbone, above your soul. “--here.”

“I don't think we'll know until we get there, if ever,” you said softly. “But...if you...feel that...then…”

You touched his sternum softly, and he felt the warmth of you wash over him, that connection that kept him sane for so long.

“If we both feel this now, then...then we'll be alright,” you sighed, leaning forward and falling naturally into his arms. He wasted no time adjusting, dragging you into his lap and caressing your hair, so much softer than he thought it'd feel, as you laid your head on his chest. “I believe in this. Whatever it is.”

“what do you think it is?”

You hummed a little, eyes growing heavy as you got comfy in his embrace.

“How about, you get one existential question a night for every night I'm here. Deal?”

He chuckled, squeezing you gently as your eyes drifted shut.

“a reason to have you come back to my bed every night? wouldn't pass on that deal t'save my life, darlin’.”

To Be Continued...

#twice a month i fall in love #tamifil #sf!papyrus/reader #sf!papyrus #body switching #drabbles #drabble series

[kezibun]

Kerfluffle

*Underfell Au. Monsters have been living on the surface for a reasonable amount of time.

This fic is inspired by a school task from years ago. It's written as if your a stray cat being adopted/brought in to a new home. It's a little weird and kind of different but lots of fun to write. Sorry its short.

On one rather miserable stormy day you found yourself a little cardboard box turned on its side to take shelter in.

You stare out through the front of your box. This sucked you were so fed up of this life now, the scavenging in the trash for food only to find nothing worthwhile, living in cold alleyways, being chased by dogs all the time, the cat fights and the stupid rain why did it have to rain so often.

The soggy cardboard roof sagged as you called out to the dark empty street. "Meow!" You called waiting for a response but nobody came, nothing but the thunderous downpour replied.

"Meow!" You called again desperately.

The mental picture of a cozy house filled your mind, you imagined the warmth of a fireplace, your day dream cut short by a sudden splosh of water as the cardboard roof collapsed. Your fur was now drenched and cold.

You were about to call out again when you came to the conclusion it wasn't worth it, why bother anymore, no one ever came. You let out a little sigh as you step out of your waterlogged box.

"Hey there buddy!" A deep voice came from behind. "You feline alright?"

You turn towards the voice, he seems to be a short skeleton with his fluffy hood up. You gaze up at him with your big eyes pleading as you look right into his red eye lights. He leans down towards you.

"Would ya like to come to Meow house little fella." He stretches out his hand.

You make your way towards him cautiously maintaining eye contact, you placed both paws on his skeletal hand which made his sharp teeth curl into a smile. He scopes you up pulling his black jacket over you sheltering you from the storm.

After some walking (well he did all the walking) you hear the click of a lock and the sound of a door opening. The warmth of the house enveloped you.

"SANS IS THAT YOU!?" You hear a voice call from inside the house.

"Ya B-Boss." He replied grabbing two towels from the bathroom, throwing one over his head wrapping you in the other. He gently placed you on the sofa wrapped in the towel.

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT BEING OUT IN THE STORMY WEATHER! DID YOU WALK?" The other person said as they burst into the living room kicking down the door, the short skeleton called that one 'Boss' thats a strange name you thought.

"Ya Boss, you told me to use my legs more often, so I thought I might give it a try, ya know."

"NO SANS I DON'T KNOW. DO YOU DO THIS ON PURPOSE? I THOUGHT EVEN AN IMBECILE LIKE YOUR SELF HAD MORE SENSE THEN THAT. YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN SICK!"

"Aww Papy you worried about your older brother?"

"C-CERTAINLY NOT. I JUST DON'T WANT TO PLAY NURSE FOR YOU IF YOU GET SICK! THATS ALL. IT WOULD BE A WAST OF THE TERRIBLE PAPYRUS'S TIME!" he exclaimed as he walked futher into the living room stopping as he stared at you, oh so he's called Papyrus?

"SANS WHAT IS THIS?"

"Oh that, it's a cat." Sans stated with a shrug.

"I KNOW WHAT A CAT IS SANS BUT WHY IS IT HERE?"

"Right, well I brought it in."

"SANS I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT ANY MORE CATS WE HAVE DOOMFANGER!"

"Chill Boss I couldn't leave the paw thing in the rain. Pluse it's not your cat its mine!" He claimed picking you up rubbing your head with the towel, you let out a cute purr. "Was that the Purrfect spot?"

"SANS STOP WITH YOUR INFURIATING PUNS!" he shouted.

"I know you find them humerus."

"NYAH YOU BETTER LOOK AFTER THAT CAT SANS!" He walked closer to you both.

You pounced on the tall skeleton, he caught you with ease. You purr well snuggling up to him.

"WHAT?"He froze for a few seconds. "DOOMFANGER IS NOT THIS CUDDLY!"

"Meow!" You purred crawling on to his shoulder.

"I THINK I MAY GROW TO TOLERATE YOUR CAT SANS." He grabbed you holding you up infront of himself "DO NOT WORRY LITTLE ONE FOR THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS WILL MAKE SURE MY LAZY BONES BROTHER WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU!” He shouted before holding you closer. “DO THEY HAVE A NAME YET?"

" no not yet."

"MAYBE WE SHOULD BRAIN STORM SOME IDEAS THEN."

"Na thanks Bro I think I'll find out there name soon enough." He took you from his brother's grasp. What a loud person you thought.

"THEN WHAT WILL YOU CALL THEM IN THE MEANTIME?"

"I'll just give her a pet name or something, right Doll." He looked down at you stroking you with his boney fingers which was surprisingly comforting. "I think I should get her somet'in to eat. Dat sounds good sweetie?"

"WELL I JUST FED DOOMFANGER THE LAST OF THE CAT FOOD!" The loud skeleton put his hands on his hips.

"I WAS GOING TO PICK SOME UP AFTER THE STORM, BUT MAYBE THEY WOULD LIKE SOME OF MY FAMOUS LASAGNE?"

"Sorry Boss but I don't think the cat can eat that."

"DOOMFANGER ATE IT ONCE!"

"Don't worry papyrus I think we have something she can eat." He said walking to the kitchen. He put you on the floor and started rummaging through the cupboards he pulled out a tin of hotdogs. Your tail was swishing from side to side in anticipation as he placed the food in a bowl infront of you.

"Not as good as a hotcat but just trust me its better then Paps lasagne." And then he left.

Your eyes sparkled as you gazed at your food. Finally a proper meal. You dug in eating till your heart was content or well till the bowl was empty at least, and once it was the short skelle Sans was back in the room. He picked you up and sat on the sofa the living room.

You snuggled up basking in the warm glow of the fire as he ran his bone fingers through your fur.  

You could get used to this, sure the tall one was loud, very loud and the house smells like another cat lives here but with a roof over your head a warm fire and Sans to give you food and cuddle It's got to be worth it right? Your sweet thoughts, the warm fire and the cuddles lulled you to sleep.

#underfell #underfell sans #uf sans #uf papyrus #undertale #fanfiction #fanfic #cat #catcuddles #adoption #keziha stories

[popatochisssp]

Fur a Good Time, Call... 13/15

Series: Undertale, Horrortale Relationship(s): HT!Sans/Reader, HT!Papyrus & Reader, HT!Sans & HT!Papyrus Chapter Warnings: discussion of past suicidal ideation

You work at an animal shelter. You love all your fuzzy buddies and can’t imagine a better job for yourself than looking after cats and dogs all day, even when the work is hard and often gross. What can you say? You’ve got a lot of love to give!

You’re just not quite sure yet how you feel about the new monster who’s been helping out these days, and this riddle wrapped up in an enigma is something you just can’t resist investigating…

AO3 Link

Heart

It’s far from the last time you go to Grillby’s.

Now that Sans has broken the metaphorical ice, he seems intent on keeping his promise to Grillby to do better. The cozy little monster pub quickly becomes a regular spot for you, lunch breaks and date-nights alike.

You meet the occasional human here and there, friends or dates of the regulars or just people lucky enough to have stopped in and gotten hooked on the fire elemental’s stellar cooking…but mostly you get to know the monsters.

Audrey’s fascinated by human cuisine and takes cooking classes with Burr every Thursday night. Apparently, it’s their designated couple’s activity, and they’re such a subtle pair you never would’ve guessed they were together until they told you.

Some weird cat guy whose real name you can’t get out of anyone for the life of you—surely he can’t actually be named Burgerpants?—loves coming in and getting really high in the corner booth. You’re not about to judge, though: he’s always wearing a retail uniform when you see him and however tense and stressed out he is on his way in, BP’s always chill and smiling on his way out, so whatever works for him!

The dogs are a hoot and a half, especially when they find out that you work with dogs for a living. They only get more excited to learn that you and Sans actually have a dog at home, which leads to Buddy coming to visit Grillby’s one night and…

Well…it’s a good thing that you’re already used to loud barking from your time at the shelter. Your ears didn’t stop ringing for hours after that night.

Dino gushes about his son, Franco loudly negotiates gigs over his bluetooth, and Grillby…

Grillby doesn’t say much, actually, but his warm and glowing presence behind the bar is steady and reassuring.

You love it.

You love Grillby’s, and you love all the incredibly sweet and fascinating people you meet there, but most of all, you love what going so often is doing for Sans.

He’s…lighter these days, a little more unburdened. He smiles easier, jokes quicker, laughs louder, and it’s delightfully different.

……No.

On second thought…it’s not different at all.

He’s still Sans—your Sans, all the way down to his marrow—but just…more.

It’s Sans the way he is when it’s just you and Papyrus around, but more often, even at work where he’s usually so closed off and shy, and it feels like the coolest damn thing to get to see other people finally getting to know the sweet and funny guy you care so much about.

Your relationship with Sans takes a nice, easy slide into the comfortable; so comfortable, in fact, that you manage to give poor Papyrus another conniption about it.

“What Do You Mean, You Don’t Have Anything Planned?!”

Silently, you and Sans share a look and shrug.

You know that you, at least, feel an awful lot like a kid being scolded by the teacher for not handing in an assignment. It’s hard not to feel that way with Papyrus looming over you, hands on his hips and impatiently tapping his foot.

“I Am So Disappointed,” he tsks, completing the illusion. “You’re Just Going To Sit Around The House Like Lumps—”

That had been your plan.

“—On Your Own Six-Monthiversary???”

“i don’t think that’s a thing.”

“Of Course It’s A Thing, Sans!” Papyrus snaps. “Human, Tell Him It’s A Thing!”

“……I…guess?”

“There, You See? They Agree With Me! You’re Being A Terrible Datemate!”

Okay, you can’t let that go unchallenged.

“I don’t think that, baby,” you say to Sans, quietly but Papyrus hears you anyway.

“Don’t Tell Him That! He’ll Never Learn Without Consequences!”

You raise your eyebrows. “He would learn with consequences?” you ask incredulously.

“………Stop Making Valid Points!” Papyrus demands in return.

“i feel so attacked right now,” Sans chimes in, but he’s laughing so you doubt his feelings are really hurt.

“Well, How Do You Think They Feel?! Look At Them!”

Sans looks at you and you smile up at him.

“yeah, cute as ever.”

“No! Heartbroken! Let Down! Devastated!”

You don’t really want to make Pap a liar… You frown, just a little bit, utterly fake and disingenuous.

“Yes, Perfect, Like That!”

It’s a struggle not to ruin the expression by laughing.

“Sans, Your Poor Human Naïvely Hoped Against All Logic And Reason That You Might Do Something Special For Them On This Most Important And Momentous Of Days! That You Would Go Against Your Very Nature And Find One Tiny Romantic Bone In Your Body— ”

“ouch, ‘tiny’?”

“—And Sh………You Are Vulgar, Oh My God! For Once In Your Life Of Laziness And Terrible Puns, Be Serious—And Don’t You Dare Say You Can’t Be ‘Serious’ If You’re ‘Sans,’ I Am All Too Aware That You Are Sans!”

You give up, you’re laughing.

Your boys are just too fucking funny, watching them argue is like watching the best improv sketch you’ve ever seen.

“Look, You’ve Made Them Hysterical!”

“oh no. i’m the worst.”

“No One Is Arguing That, And You Are So Lucky That I’m Here To Help You.”

You take a moment to try and get yourself together, deep breaths and not looking directly at either of these damn jokers.

“Oh, Good,” Papyrus grins at you. “You’re Coming Around To Acceptance! I Think You Skipped Over Anger And Bargaining Somewhere In There, But I Admire Your Efficiency!”

Pfft! “Thanks,” you eke out, just barely tamping down a giggle.

“Now, Then,” he says, very seriously, settling a comforting hand on your shoulder, “Sans Is Going To Make Up For His Grievous Oversight And Take You On A Lovely Six-Monthiversary Date.”

“i am? cool.” Sans slings an arm around you, gently pulling you out of his brother’s grip. “been dyin’ for some cheesy fries—”

“No!” Papyrus tugs you back, glaring at Sans. “No Grillby’s! It’s Bad Enough That That’s Your Usual, You Don’t Go To Your Usual For A Six-Monthiversary! It’s A Special Occasion!”

Sans frowns, but seems to take the proclamation in stride. “alright, so…what do ‘i’ have in mind?”

“That’s! ……” Papyrus squints down at you. “That Obviously Has To Be A Surprise.”

Without further ado, you’re nudged carefully yet forcefully to the stairs—shooed away like a too-curious cat from a museum.

“Wait, Pap, what—”

“Don’t Argue!” he chides, unmoved by your confusion. “Go Wait Upstairs For Awhile! Sans Will Get You When His Surprise Is Ready!”

You spare a last look at Sans, who seems only mildly amused by whatever is happening here. He gives you a little wave that makes you smile, and you willingly disappear up the steps.

Down below you, you can still hear a faint exchange, hissed whispers and murmuring, but you can’t make any of the words out, so you don’t bother to keep eavesdropping.

Besides, a romantic surprise sounds…kind of nice.

Whether it was actually Sans’ idea or not, a date with your funnybones was always something to look forward to.

-

You decide to go hang out in Sans’ room while you wait.

You suppose Papyrus’ room is also an option—you don’t think he’d necessarily mind you waiting there—but you feel a little more comfortable encroaching on your boyfriend’s space than on Papyrus’.

You hang out with him in there a lot, for naps and indoor tornado-watching and majorly nerdy (but interesting), casual geology lessons with his rock collection, so it seems like the best option for now.

The piney scent of air freshener tickles your nose when you walk in and you figure Sans must’ve cleaned sort of recently. He’s been pretty good about that lately, maybe especially because you’re in here more often, and it makes you happy that he has a mostly tidy area for himself.

You still remember how cluttered it used to be, and even with a stray sock or discarded t-shirt on the floor here and there, it’s a major improvement.

(You are…a big enough person to admit to some envy over it. Your own room could certainly do with some attention and you make a mental note to take care of that soon.)

Sans’ desk is, naturally, the most organized: it’s where all his rocks are, meticulously sorted and catalogued by means that are…probably very scientific and make perfect sense.

To you, it seems totally random, but you still like to look at all of Sans’ cool specimens and see how many of them you can remember.

Tiger’s eye is easy and so is jade. You remember that the purpley-green one carved into an obelisk is fluorite because Sans made a hilariously terrible pun about it one time that apparently burned it into your brain.

The smooth whitish one in the middle of the desk is harder. It’s iridescent, which you’d think would make it easy to identify, but apparently you were really bad at telling the difference between moonstone and opal.

Sans, being your oh-so-hilarious funnybones, loved to swap them out on you and snicker when you got it wrong, so you pretty much give up on that one entirely.

The polished purple ball is definitely amethyst…ooh, or is it charoite? It looks kind of squiggly and you can’t remember if amethyst is ever that squiggly…

You need more light.

You flick on the desk lamp and the rocks illuminate, sheens and glitter galore that make you feel like some sort of goblin with a primal urge to hoard the shiny, sparkly things before you.

The purple is charoite for sure, and you’re…roughly eighty percent certain that the other one is an opal today, too many colors in it to be moonstone.

But you’re also a little distracted by the weird glint the extra light is causing down by the floor, behind the desk.

You bend down to investigate and find a stray rock, wedged between the desk-leg and the wall. It’s the work of seconds to get it free and when you’ve got it…

Huh.

It’s a decently-sized black rock, dusty where it had been face-up and shiny where it wasn’t. It must have been stuck down there a good long while.

You take your shirt to it, carefully wiping it off and making sure to be mindful the places where it sharply curves into peaked edges, and soon it’s shiny all over, gleaming almost mirror-like from your hand.

You’d never been quizzed on this one before, but obsidian was one of the more recognizable types of rocks out there.

Volcanic glass, your brain helpfully adds and you feel a burst of excitement at knowing a rock fact Sans didn’t have to tell you.

You wonder if he’d be proud of you for that and shake your head, feeling silly for the thought.

Of course he’d be proud of you, and then he’d probably immediately find a way to make a pun out of it. You weren’t sure how, ‘obsidian’ didn’t seem like a very punnable word, but if anyone could find a way, it would be Sans.

You smile and go to set the rock back on his desk where it belonged, but pretty quickly realize there’s a roadblock.

You don’t actually know where on the desk it belongs. There’s clearly some sort of system but you have no clue what it is.

Messing up one of the few things Sans has bothered to organize, even in a tiny way, feels…kinda rude…

You elect to hold onto it until Sans comes to get you.

Since you have no idea what the surprise is and what the wait time on it is, you also plop yourself onto the bed and get comfy.

No sense standing around forever for no reason, right?

You intend to take out your phone and start playing games to pass the time, but you end up playing with the little obsidian chunk in your hands instead. It’s enticingly smooth beneath your fingers, cool but rapidly warming to the heat of your body as you keep stroking your thumb over its surface without rhyme or reason.

Its edges are a little sharp and kind of jagged, but they’re pretty easy to avoid once you properly map them out and besides that, you like the way they look. It…it’s got character, like a lot of your favorite things in this life.

A lot of your favorite people.

You start to wonder if Sans would miss this particular little rock if you just went ahead and kept it, like that shiny-hoarding goblin you felt like a few minutes ago.

…Nah, that would be pretty uncool of you.

You’ll give it back when—

“hey, babe, y’ready for, heheheh, ‘my’ surprise?”

You sit up, grinning and chuckling a little yourself to see Sans holding a blanket and a picnic basket, of all things. “Oh boy, am I ever! Papyrus…does know it’s nighttime, right?”

“………”

You follow Sans’ gaze when he doesn’t answer you right away. He’s looking at the obsidian in your hands and you scoff.

“Oh, right, I, uh…I found this! I wasn’t sure where it was supposed to go, so I—”

“where?”

“What?”

“where…was that?” The tightness in Sans’ voice makes you frown. You’re suddenly extra glad you didn’t just steal it because it seems…important, somehow?

You can’t read it all, but there’s a lot of emotion on his skull right now, more than there should be for just some average, run of the mill rock.

You wonder what the story is, but ultimately, you don’t need to know.

“It was behind your desk. It must’ve fallen off or something,” you say. You hold it out to him, smiling gently. “Here, you can put it…wherever it’s supposed to be!”

Sans reaches for it. He’s unusually slow in taking it from you, his bony fingers just…hovering over your open palm for a long moment.

You look up at him in surprise when instead, he closes his hand around yours, the obsidian still inside.

“keep it,” he says.

“What…seriously?” Your eyebrows knit in something approaching concern. “But…”

“but nothin’. ya’ like it, don’tcha?”

Damn him and his ability to read you like a book sometimes. “Well…yeah, but…”

You weren’t sure how, but…it was an important rock to him, right? It had to be! Some…some sort of memento or…stars, maybe a family heirloom or something!

“i want you to have it,” Sans says simply.

His tone is surprisingly firm. You’re not sure you’ve ever heard him speak so matter-of-factly, so you know he means it, but still…

“It’s…it’s not important…?”

“nah.” That feels like a lie, but he immediately follows it with, “it was supposed to be away, i must’ve missed it in the great rock purge of 20XX. doesn’t belong on the desk, anyway, you’d be doin’ me a favor if ya’ just took it. really.”

“……You just don’t want to dig out the shoeboxes for it,” you accuse.

Sans laughs, deeply amused…and maybe just a little bit relieved.

“ya’ got me,” he admits. “s’a lotta work for one little stone and, uh, between you an’ me…i didn’t really get’cha anything for our six-monthiversary.”

You give him an exaggerated gasp of shock. “No!”

“i know, i know” he sighs, just as dramatically. “m’a cad. a scoundrel. a ne’er-do-well…whatever that is.”

“Harsh, but fair.” Sans releases your hand and you look at the…your obsidian. “Well…I’m honored by your thoughtless, last minute gift of rock.” You grin at him a little slyly. “Great minds think alike?”

Sans grins back. “you know it,” he says, and out comes the convenience store paperweight from his pocket, the one you’d bought him all those months ago back before you’d even been dating. “take it with me everywhere.”

You know he does and that makes you feel stupidly warm and gooey.

“I guess I can return the favor, now,” you say, slipping the obsidian into a pocket of your own. “Couples’ pocket-rocks: we’re gonna start a new trend.”

“heheheheheheh, trendsetters, that’s us.” Sans leans down to nuzzle the top of your head, gentle and sweet as always. “just be careful with it, yeah? s’a little sharp—you’re squishy.”

“I choose to take that as a compliment.”

“good, ‘cause it is one.” You get another gentle bump of teeth against your forehead and Sans pulls you to your feet. “c’mon, let’s go, i’ll tell ya’ all about your present on the way.”

Sans surprises you by actually walking all the way downstairs with you instead of just shortcutting you wherever it was you were going.

True to his word, he gives you a whole miniature lecture in the course of the trip about the care and keeping of your new obsidian—you learn that you can wash it with warm water and gentle soap, but not to use anything abrasive on it because that could damage the polished sheen.

You cut in when he starts to say it’s formed from molten rock to tell him that you know it’s volcanic glass, and just as you thought, he looks both surprised and proud of you for already knowing a rock thing.

He also says your observation was ‘ingenious’ but his inflection makes it sound an awful lot like the word ‘igneous,’ so you were right on both counts.

You sure know your big dork of a skeleton.

You notice the conspicuous lack of Papyrus and Buddy as you walk to your destination and figure Pap probably made the both of them scarce to give you and Sans a little privacy for your apparently very important milestone date and the consideration is appreciated.

So is the big, fluffy blanket that Sans slings around your shoulders as soon as you step out into the moderately chilly backyard.

Winter is on its slow way out still, but by now all the snow is melted and the air is what you’d describe as brisk instead of outright cold. With the blanket, it’s more than bearable, which is probably a good thing.

With the picnic basket and the telescope set up in the middle of the yard, you think you’re probably going to be out here awhile.

“Stargazing?” you ask, unable to disguise the excitement in your voice.

“heheheh, stargazing,” Sans agrees. He waggles the picnic basket enticingly. “plus snacks. Pap snuck a couple thermoses in there, could be soup, could be tea…”

“Could be cocoa.”

“endless possibilities.” The red of Sans’ eye-light looks pleasantly soft and warm beneath the cold, white moonlight and you find yourself instinctively leaning in. “happy six-monthiversary, babe.”

You kiss him. You don’t think there’s anything else you can do.

-

It takes…longer than you’re willing to admit to get to the actual date part of your date.

It’s hardly your fault that Sans’ nuzzling is addictive, or that his big hands stroking your back and shoulders through the blanket is something you never want to pull away from.

Eventually, though, you pick at the snacks while Sans fusses with the telescope a little, telling you how to use it while he picks a good spot in the mostly cloudless night to settle it on.

You’re surprised that Papyrus just had something like this lying around, and Sans surprises you even further by admitting it’s his—the same one he once told you he rented out Underground.

“could only look at a ceiling back then,” he says, distractedly. “view’s way better up here. c’mon, take a look.”

You get up and wander over to the telescope, hesitating a second because the last thing you want to do is damage one of Sans’ older possessions.

“don’t worry, i wiped the paint off the eye-piece,” Sans promises. “Pap made me, you’re safe.”

You laugh. “God, of course you pranked people with it, I should’ve known…”

Still, you trustingly look through the telescope, hoping Papyrus really did have your back on this one.

You forget all about it when you see the stars, closer and brighter than you’ve seen them in a long time—maybe ever.

“Wow…”

Sans comes up behind you, helping you adjust and move the telescope around here and there to different corners of the heavens. It really is a view that’s just…

“beautiful…”

You pull away, tilting your head back to find Sans observing the sky with just his own eye-sockets.

The dreamy awe on his skull makes you feel even cozier than your blanket and you gently nudge him in the ribs. “You want a turn on your own telescope, or…?”

Sans doesn’t even look at you as he says, “nah, m’good. this is plenty for now.”

You huff out a little laugh, leaning back against Sans and just looking up with him. “You really love the sky, huh?”

“understatement,” he murmurs. “it’s wild that ya’ just…have this, all the time.”

You can’t imagine what living your entire life in a cave must’ve been like. You don’t care to, it can’t have been good, even before it got a million times worse with the famine and everything attached to it.

“What’s your favorite kind of sky?” you ask him, curious.

“what, ever?” You make a noise of agreement and Sans pauses to consider it. “sunrise, probably. all the colors…an’ the sun, that was a hell of a thing, that first time…”

Sounds right. You’d seen some truly incredible sunrises in your time on this planet and even when you took them for granted, you still always thought they were pretty.

“even…even this, though,” Sans says. “even when it’s night an’ the sun is gone, ya’ still get this. the moon, an’ clouds, an’…an’ stars, damn…there’s so many, i never…i never thought…”

He trails off and you let him. You can guess the ways he may have finished it and you don’t need him to say any of them.

Instead, you say, “There’s a million constellations, too. You know any? I can pretty much just point out the dippers, and that’s on a good day. Well, night.”

“heheheheh…funny you ask, i, uh…” he sounds a little shy as he admits, “i used to wanna learn about that stuff…constellations, y’know. …never got around to it.”

“How come?”

“……”

You can’t look up anymore when Sans settles his chin atop your head, hugging you closer to him.

“…never had much hope,” he says eventually. “lot of us did, i guess. even after the…the human.” He chuckles a little and it sounds tired. “Pap always believed…that we’d get up here one day, see the stars for real. but i…i dunno, it was harder for me to…to think that way. it didn’t seem like a thing that’d ever happen.”

“It did though,” you’re quick to remind him. “You’re here. You’re out.”

You get a grateful little squeeze for that. “yeah, i know. just…wasn’t always that way. didn’t see much point learnin’ stuff i was never gonna get to use.”

You reach up, idly petting at one of the arms Sans had wrapped around your midsection. The worn, blue fabric of his hoodie is much softer than the sturdy bones beneath it, but you find you love them both in equal measure.

“i, uh…actually, for awhile there…” Sans speaks haltingly, carefully weighing each of his words, and you keep quiet and let him. “when we…started collecting souls again…and seeing the surface seemed like it was actually gonna happen…i…i kinda hoped i…wouldn’t see it?”

“…What do you mean, baby?”

Sans takes a breath from behind you, holding it before letting it out in a whoosh.

“i…i used to hope i’d dust before we ever got up here.”

A bolt of fearful grief strikes through you, robbing you of speech.

Sans keeps talking, though.

“thought it’d be hunger,” he says, too casually for the subject matter. “always…i always felt it the most in between humans…hoped i would……an’ then i wouldn’t have to…to do it again. or maybe karma’d get me, one of ‘em would…would see me comin’ an’ fight back, dust me then.”

This wasn’t…entirely new to you. Sans had talked about this once before, briefly, telling you in passing about feelings like these.

It had come on the heels of so much other shocking information and it had been painful to hear then, but it feels so much worse now to hear Sans talk about dying.

You think you hadn’t loved him then, not the way you do now, and stars above, you do love him now.

The very thought of Sans not being around wouldn’t feel so much like losing a limb if you didn’t.

You’re not sure if you make a sound or if he can just feel that you’re upset, but Sans nuzzles at you, making hushing noises of comfort.

“s’okay, baby, s’okay, i’m not…you don’t gotta worry about me, i never… made an attempt or anything, i don’t…i don’t got that in me. s’just how i felt sometimes, on the bad days. i wanted…to punish myself, i think. for doin’ the stuff i did.”

His arms uncurl from your body and his hands are held out just in front of you. By the moonlight, you see the pale bones of his metacarpals, scraped and rough, and you don’t hesitate a second to fill them with your own hands.

“You don’t…” You bite your lip. “Do you…still think that way…?”

You’re a little afraid of the answer, but you need to hear it.

Sans spins you around to face him, your arms briefly tangling in your urge to not let go of Sans, but when you get it all sorted out…

He’s smiling at you, warm and real.

“no,” he says. “i don’t. not really.”

Your relief is so strong that for a moment, you feel weightless.

“got my bad days. happens, but…not bein’ around doesn’t really appeal the way it used to, y’know? got more stuff i wanna stick around for.”

There aren’t words for how happy you are to hear that.

“i got Pap, the guys at grillby’s, all those fluffy idiots at the shelter…” He chuckles a little and adds, “the fluffy idiot back in the house.”

“Hey,” you manage to say sternly, “that’s no way to talk about our son.”

One of his hands leaves yours, coming up to cradle your cheek.

“i got you, too,” he says softly, looking down at you with lidded eye-sockets.

For a second, you’re sure your heart is about to beat out of your chest, but he breaks your gaze to look up again.

“an’ i got the sky. there’s a whole lot of stuff for me to hope about these days, and...” Sans smiles just a little bit wider. “hell, i think i’d even say i’m…happy.”

Stars, you’re happy, too.

Here, in the arms of the strongest, most wonderful man you know, you don’t think you could be any happier.

You really do love him.

You press your face into his hand, turning just enough to be able to kiss it.

“Hey,” you say against his palm, “let’s learn constellation stuff.”

Sans snorts, building into a not-entirely-dismissive laugh.

“what, for real?” he says, like he can’t quite believe you said it. “you don’t think it’s, uh…heheheh, a little late for me to be learnin’ new stuff?”

He raps his knuckles against his skull with a hollow ‘tok-tok,’ but you don’t let it deter you.

“That’s why I wanna do it together!” you explain. “We can help each other out, it could be fun. Couples’ astrology!”

You see him trying and failing to hold back another laugh. “astronomy,” he corrects you. “unless you’re askin’ me what my sign is. real roundabout way of doin’ this, you’re supposed to ask my sign an’ then date me, what if we’re not compatible?”

“Pffff, shut up, we’re compatible,” you insist. “You know the right kind of star-charts to google, and me…” You smirk at him, a crafty glint behind your eyes. “I make some killer flashcards.”

Sans stares at you for a few seconds, processing.

You go on high-alert when his eye-light starts doing that shivering thing again, but this time… This time, it doesn’t stabilize into its normal, perfectly round shape.

Your mouth drops open when you see it.

“Sans,” you breathe, your eyes going wide. “That’s adorable, I didn’t know you could do that!”

“………do what?”

“…Oh my god.” Your hand comes up to cover your mouth. “You don’t even know you’re doing it…?”

Sans frowns a little, starting to look concerned. “doing what?”

It’s so, so hard not to squeal, but… “Your eye is a heart, baby.”

The big, red heart-shape taking up Sans’ eye-socket is the cutest, sweetest thing you’ve ever seen. You love it, almost as much as you love Sanswhich, as you’re starting to realize, is a hell of a lot.

Sans is maybe not quite as thrilled about his eye-light’s new trick as you are.

As soon as he realizes what you’ve told him, he’s practically blushing his skull off, hurriedly covering his face and whirling away from you like you hadn’t seen what you’d just seen.

Unfortunately for his pride or his ego or whatever was bruised right now, you aren’t exactly prepared to let it go.

You chase after him, trying to tug his arm away. “Come ooooon,” you whine playfully, “that was cute, I wanna see it!”

“no, nuh-uh,” Sans grumbles, trying to be gruff to scare you off, but he can’t fool you after that affectionate display.

He’s a softie, through and through, and you can’t get enough of it.

“Saaaaaans…!”

“no! quit it! it’s not, don’t!”

There’s a bit of a scuffle that’s about as one-sided as you could imagine: you’re a wily little human and he’s a gentle giant of a skeleton who’d never lay a hand on you.

Even when your blanket falls off and you both hit the ground on top of it, Sans manages to roll so that he takes most of the impact and you end up…well, exactly where you want to be—on top of him, bracing yourself against his rib-cage while he lies on his back beneath the moon and the stars.

You take a moment to catch your breath, winded from the little play-fight and your laughter. It’s a little disappointing to see that his eye-light is back to its normal shape, but you try not to get too down about it.

If you got him to do it once, you could get him to do it again. You’d just have to try harder from now on.

Sans is…very handsome from this angle, in this lighting. You think he’s handsome pretty much all the time, but right now especially…

You wonder if now would be a good time to tell him that thing you just realized, with that four-letter word that so many people were scared to say.

You open your mouth, ready to tell him.

“I—”

“y’shouldn’t play rough like that, that’s grounds for a break-up.”

“…snrk!”

So like Sans to break the tension with a shitty joke.

It’s part of the many, many reasons you love him.

You laugh and he grins proudly, his embarrassment easily forgotten and you’re happy to help it along by leaning down for a kiss.

“Stop trying to distract me,” you say against his teeth. “Let’s talk about those flashcards. Four-by-six?”

“ya’ gotta be kiddin’, with the size of my hands?” They land on your hips, holding your much smaller self steady with ease. “five-by-eight is barely good enough. lined or unlined?”

“Lined,” you say forcefully. “Don’t you ever suggest unlined to me again, I’m offended.”

Sans laughs. “offended over note-cards, an’ you call me a nerd?”

You hit him with the flattest look you can manage.

“Sans, you gave me a lecture on the care and keeping and properties of obsidian on the fly. No prior notice. Yeah, you’re a nerd!”

“that’s in these days, though, right? nerds are hot?”

Yours sure was.

“Eh, you’ll do,” is what you say.

It seems to be the right thing because Sans happily pulls you down for another nuzzle that you enthusiastically return.

All things considered, it’s probably the best six-monthiversary date you’ve ever had.

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[vexy-sins]

Kinktober 2018: Day Twenty-Eight

Pairing: UF!Sans (Cherry) x SF!Papyrus (PuppyCherry)

Featured Kinks: Omorashi, Stripping/Striptease, Humiliation

Additional Warnings: Primal play (Predator/Prey), Biting, Knotting, Public Sex, Roleplay, Cum Inflation

Cherry had very little in common with the other monsters of the Underfell universe. The seasoned killers living in the Underground exuded an aura of menace that the small skeleton simply did not possess. While those around him boasted of high LV and superior battle patterns, his reluctance to fight and single HP left him with nothing but heaps of anxiety and a life of constant danger.

The house he shared with his brother in Snowdin offered Cherry a small modicum of comfort, however. Just a few steps from their back door laid a thickly shadowed forest where a timid, weak monster like Cherry could easily hide and find a few moments of blessed peace amongst the snow poffs. He seemed to be spending more and more time outdoors lately, escaping the troubles of his stressful life.

That morning, a rude phone call from Undyne had further soured his brother’s usually sour mood, and Papyrus yelled at him during breakfast. Convinced that he was nothing more than a weak, pathetic burden to his Royal Guard Captain brother, Cherry had run upstairs to hide his overflowing tears. If Papyrus saw him crying, he would probably mock Cherry’s unbecoming sensitivity.

Cherry needed to get away from the house to calm his nerves and collect himself. He selected an outfit from his closet that would look cute and fashionable on him, boosting his self-esteem, and he layered his undergarments for added protection from the Snowdin chill. A bustier with clips held his thigh-high stockings in place underneath soft leather boots. A lacy petticoat added volume to his loosely pleated skirt.

The small skeleton fastened a scarlet hooded cloak over his peasant top and tossed some snacks and a blanket in a picnic basket in case he got hungry while he was out. His brother always demanded that he carry a dagger to protect himself, but Cherry could never bring himself to stab someone. He left the weapons to his tough-as-nails brother and tucked a romance novel that he’d found at the Dump into his basket instead.

Raising his hood to cover his skull, Cherry strolled down the snow-strewn path into the shadowy Snowdin Forest. He traveled away from the areas where the Snowdin Royal Guard patrolled and towards the Ruins where few other monsters bothered to visit. He wanted to be alone, but though he saw no other monsters, a second, darker shadow stalked his from the cover of the underbrush.

Something felt off to Cherry, and his nerves blazed with warnings that he brushed off as anxiety symptoms. There were no other monsters out here. He would’ve seen them. He would’ve heard them. He would’ve… with a soft oof! Cherry collided with something very large and very solid. He hoped it was just a slightly squishy rock, but in his SOUL he knew it wasn’t.

Gulping nervously, Cherry looked up (and up and up!) into a pair of blazing dark orange eyelights set in the sockets of a gold-fanged face. Clouds of hot breath blasted his face as the large skeleton monster looming over him huffed and puffed, inhaling the scent of his fear sweat.

“m-my what b-big eyes you have,” stammered Cherry dropping his picnic basket and backing away from the dangerous-looking skeleton.

“all the better to see defenseless little skeletons such as yourself wander foolishly into my woods,” replied the fanged skeleton, prowling forward in pursuit. He licked his gold fang, smiling wolfishly at Cherry, and his careful bootsteps made no sound on the hard-packed snow of the path.

“and what a v-very long t-t-tongue you have,” whimpered Cherry, bumping into a tree that prevented him from backing up any further. He was trapped!

“all the better to eat you with.” the tall skeleton closed the distance between himself and Cherry in a single long stride.

He breathed his words right against Cherry’s neck, using two long phalanges to push aside the red cloth of the hood. Cherry could feel the other skeleton’s erection through the layers of fabric separating them. He couldn’t even manage to squeak out another observation, so the taller monster spoke again.

“and in case you were wondering, the big cock is for filling your tight little pussy with my cum,” he chuckled in his deep, gruff voice. His warm damp tongue swiped up the side of Cherry’s neck, leaving a trail of saliva to cool in the frigid air. “now take off your pretty clothes so i don’t have to rip them.”

Cherry finally found his voice. “please, Mr. Wolf, have mercy.”

“i won’t ask again.” The “wolf” grabbed Cherry and shoved him into the center of the trail. “now strip!”

Trembling with fright, Cherry regretted the large amount of orange juice he’d consumed during breakfast. He had to pee, and his fear of the wolf made holding it extremely difficult. Squeezing his thighs together in an attempt to ease the pressure, Cherry unfastened and removed his cloak, folding it carefully before setting it on the ground.

The wolf circled Cherry as he lifted his blouse over his head and placed it atop the folded cloak. Next, the small skeleton slid his skirt and petticoat to the ground. The wolf’s hungry stare intensified, and Cherry clenched his teeth against the urge to wet himself.

“please stop staring,” begged Cherry. If he removed any more clothing, the lanky skeleton would see his lewd parts! He’d already seen the bulge in the wolf’s tastefully faded blue jeans; what would happen if he revealed his body to the beast?

Cherry’s fingers shook so badly that he could barely unclip his stockings. The hooks holding his bustier closed presented even more of a delay. The undergarment finally dropped to the snow, and Cherry’s hands shot up to cover his exposed breasts. The cold air blasted his sensitive nipples, and they hardened instantly behind his hands.

“don’t look,” Cherry cried, embarrassed, but his embarrassment quickly turned to horror. His bladder protested the combination of fear and bone-chilling temperature, and he couldn’t stop the flow of urine any longer. Piss gushed out of him, soaking through his panties and running in rivulets down his thighs to melt the snow at his feet. Cherry blushed. The release of the tension felt so good even though the act of wetting himself only added to his distress.

The wolf pounced, slashing through Cherry’s steaming, pee-soaked panties with one sharpened phalange. Ignoring the urine, the tall skeleton rubbed his hands along Cherry’s warm, wet slit, pushing aside his pussy lips to circle his entrance with eager fingers.

“no, don’t touch there. it’s dirty!” wailed Cherry, more humiliated than he’d ever been in his entire life. He stood naked in the forest, covered in his own piss, with a big, bad wolf fingering him. Worse, when the wolf withdrew his fingers and dropped his pants, Cherry could imagine the thick, hard cock penetrating him, stretching him, filling him, and his body ached for it.

The wolf sank his fangs into Cherry’s neck, the pointed tips of the teeth pressing into the spaces between Cherry’s vertebrae. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating; this powerful monster could dust him in the space of a breath. Steadying himself, the wolf forced his cock slowly into Cherry’s tight cunt, inch by throbbing, agonizing inch.  Cherry moaned and mewled, but he didn’t struggle. It felt so good that the pleasure overwhelmed him.

Cherry soon found himself on all fours on the forest path being pounded by the massive skeleton. He never expected the knot to fit into his tiny pelvic inlet, but the wolf snapped his hips and Cherry’s pussy suddenly expanded then closed around the knot. He could feel both cock and knot throbbing inside of him, and his worries melted away as ecstasy tingled like an electric current through his bones.

A different kind of pressure built in the small skeleton’s abdomen. His pussy clamped down around the wolf’s cock, and they came together. Cherry squirted then fell limp and spent in the wolf’s arms while the larger skeleton emptied his seed, cock pulsing, into Cherry’s willing body. The sheer volume of the wolf’s cum caused Cherry’s stomach to swell, but he held all of it, much to the wolf’s surprise and delight.

Picking up Cherry’s clothing, both clean and soiled, the wolf carried him to a more secluded spot in the forest. Curling protectively around the smaller skeleton, the wolf fished around in the basket for a towel to clean him off.

“feelin’ better?” asked the wolf, draping a blanket over both of them.

“mm-hmm,” murmured Cherry, tucking himself against the wolf’s ribcage.

“i didn’t go too far this time?”

“nuh-uh,” responded Cherry drowsily.

This was the best part of their Little Red Riding Hood roleplay sessions- falling asleep in his big bad wolf’s loving embrace, all tuckered out and relaxed from a thorough fucking.

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[proxylynn]

Underfell: File Name not Edgy Enough #15

Chapter 15: Black

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. ^_^

There's a lot of yelling after that stunt Mettaton did. Mostly from Papyrus. Sans just shouts over his brother when possible. I had no voice in the matter. Too spooked to speak really. I was just frozen on the couch for the longest time while the sound of my own heart pounded in my ears.

"I KNEW IT! I KNEW THIS WAS A STUPID IDEA FROM THE VERY START! HOW THE HELL DID YOU TALK ME INTO THIS MESS?!"

"calm down."

"CALM DOWN?! HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN?! THE UNDERGROUND KNOWS NOW THAT THERE'S A HUMAN RUNNING AROUND! HELL, THAT BUCKET OF BOLTS GAVE ENOUGH CLUES TO HAVE PEOPLE LOOKING FOR HER HERE!"

"and how do ya figure that?"

"HE SAID SHE WAS IN A TOWN, SANS. JUST HOW MANY TOWNS DO YOU KNOW OF IN THE UNDERGROUND? WE LITERALLY LIVE IN A PLACE WITH TOWN IN THE NAME! NOT TO MENTION IF ANY OF THOSE DRUNKS AT THE BAR SAW THE SHOW AND RECOGNISE HER VOICE AND RECALL HOW WE ASSOCIATE WITH HER...MY GOD..."

"to be fair, most people in town know we have the human already. they just don't know what a human looks like."

"BUT OUTSIDERS DIDN'T KNOW. NOW UNDYNE AND THE KING SURELY WILL WANT TO HAVE HER AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. THIS WHOLE MESS IS ONE BIG SHIT STORM...HOW DOES HE EVEN KNOW ABOUT THE HUMAN?! SHE'S NEVER LEFT OUR DISTRICT!"

"yeah, a funny story about that. remember that machine we used in the multicolored tile puzzle?"

"THE ONE WE GOT FROM ALPHYS? WHAT ABOUT IT?"

"see...that hunk of junk was actually mettaton."

"..."

"bro?"

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!"

"i wish. the quack confirmed it herself."

"UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE."

"i know this seems bad..."

"BAD IS A MASSIVE UNDERSTATEMENT. WE ARE TRAPPED IN A PARADOX. ON ONE SIDE, WE MUST OBEY THE KING AND TURN OVER THE HUMAN SO WE ALL CAN BE FREE. AND YET, WE ALSO HAVE TO OBEY THE QUEEN AND SHE DOESN'T WANT HARM DONE TO THE HUMAN. THERE'S NO WINNING HERE AND OUR LIVES ARE ON THE LINE. AND FOR WHAT? FOR HER? SHE'S NOT WORTH DYING OVER!"

"pap, come on, she's right there."

"I DON'T CARE! GET HER OUT OF HERE! I DON'T WANT TO SEE HER. I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHERE SHE IS. I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS ANYMORE, SANS. I'M DONE. DO YOU HEAR ME, HUMAN? THIS IS OVER. NEXT TIME WE MEET, I WILL KILL YOU."

Things kind of fog in my head when those words and everything else keeps repeating to me. Sans isn't given many options at this point. For the meantime, he removes all traces of me from the house and all that is me is now in the shed, me included along with Flowey. Vaguely I recall Flowey asking Sans if we'll be able to at least get back to the Ruins. He didn't give an answer. Merely leaving a plate of food without a word being spoken. This is how it's been now for a couple of hours. Me, staring at a now empty plate and holding Flowey's pot to my chest to keep his soil warm while I sit on the small pet bed.

"We're not going back to the Ruins, are we?"

Flowey asks and I just tighten my hold on him. I'm not in a mood for talking.

"You're probably right. Now's not the best time. Who knows how many are out looking for you."

I shiver.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"Cold."

Flowey looks around, the shed isn't that bad for its piss poor condition but the broken windows do let the chill air in. He hadn't really noticed since I'm using my body to warm his soil.

"Will you be okay through the night?"

I nod.

"You sure?"

I nod again and he pouts.

"You know, it would help if you'd talk to me. Even if it's something silly."

I close my eyes.

"Hey! Don't ignore me!"

"I'm not."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Thinking warm thoughts."

"Oh."

I'll try in the early morning to run for help. Hopefully, no one will be awake at, let's say, 5 am, except Papyrus maybe. The way back to the Ruins from here isn't long, but it is tedious and I'll need to try out being stealthy more to avoid monsters looking to nab a human. It's a bit of a shame that there's such a huge gap between here and any place I can say is safe. I mean, I want to trust that Grillby's would be a safe place to duck into if shit hits the fan, yet I can't say for sure that's the case. Even if Grillby likes me, I'd be a fool to think he'd really turn his back on his race by harboring me. The smallest crime is met with massive ramifications in this world. Even if he would, I could never live with myself if he was caught and held in this court's version of retribution. He's been so kind to me. I won't betray that kindness with his extinguishing execution. Argh...Why did I leave the Ruins? I didn't have to just to see Napstablook. Was it my curiosity? I always heard it can kill. What I wouldn't give to be back with Toriel right now. Just listening to her read from one of her random books as I lay beside the fire all cozy and Flowey hums softly to himself, maybe Chara would pop in to chat. Yeah...That would be heaven right now. All nice and safe, kept warm by the heat of the hearth in our home sweet home as I lose my senses watching the flickering of the flames dance with the embers like graceful lovers.

Pussycat~

Something inside my soul has me hearing Grillby's voice like a whispering burn.

Pussycat~

I start to feel warmer as if the man of flame were here with me. I can imagine it now. He and I sitting here, him at my back with his arms over mine. Him constantly teasing that pet name in my ear just to rile me up for his amusement and me not caring because his company is worth the minor annoyance.

Pussycat~

Yeah, yeah, you really get a kick out of calling me that.

You know you like it.

Maybe.

You know you like me too.

Don't be a fool, ya goof. Of course I like you.

No, that's not what I meant.

What are you insinuating?

Search your feelings, you know the answer.

This is a weird conversation to be having with basically myself.

Who says I'm just a voice in your head? Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Or maybe, I'm closer than you think. Maybe I'm right in...here.

I feel something ignite my soul and my eyes shoot open in shock. The suddenness gets Flowey's attention.

"Everything okay?"

Images flash before my eyes. Images I forgot about. It comes flooding back to me and I scream internally as it didn't take much for the spell of alcohol to be broken.

"Whoa...Your face is really red. You're not getting sick, are you?"

I shake my head and curl myself into a ball around his pot.

"Are you sure? You feel really warm."

"I'm fine. Just tired."

"But..."

"Please...Just...Get some sleep. We leave in the morning."

He doesn't like it when I get like this. I don't like it either. But he also knows that when I get like this, I tend to keep to myself until I, and only I, feel ready.

"Okay. But if you want to talk, you know I'm here."

I nuzzle him so he'll relax and I think it works for now. I just hope that when we wake up things will be better...also, I really hope I don't dream about Grillby again. I really don't want to freak Flowey out with that crazy Pink Soul. Lord knows I don't want to feel that surge again. I just want this to be normal. Please? Just one normal night's sleep. Is that too much to ask?

In the house beside the shed, someone else was having issues of their own. While Papyrus didn't seem to be bothered by the recent events other than he was involved, Sans felt the tug of convictions in conflict. On the one hand, as a monster of the Royal Guard and loyal to his King, he knew it was in his best interest to turn the human over to the crown so that the race my once more walk under an open sky. Yet, on the other hand, he is also a man of loyalty and his Queen/friend had him make a promise, yet Sans is many things but an oathbreaker is not one of them. Not to mention in his late-night chat with this human, he had come to realize that she was far different from that of Frisk.

While in some of their encounters Frisk would mention Chara or Gaster, it was never to the extent Lynsie talked about. Hell, she had bruising from a guy that isn't even on this level of existence. What the fuck is with that? Was she just unlucky? Was it something about her in general like that glitchy thing or her strange soul? Or maybe it's something weird in her humanity? Probably wouldn't hurt to read some of those books he and Papyrus got. Who knows, he might learn a thing or two that could come in handy when dealing with her. Not like he learned anything much in his time working alongside Gaster and Alphys all those years ago. Humans usually met with quick demises when spotted and the most the scientists were able to study were the souls left behind. For some morbid reason, the King would always take the bodies away and as you can guess that makes it hard to study human biology. But that's where the books come in. How kind of the humans to write out informative novels on how they function and then chuck them into the hell of the Underground. That's like a robot pointing out where it's batteries are located. Very stupid.

Speaking of robots, he was regretting that moment in time where he stopped Papyrus from smashing that machine. Fucking Mettaton and his blabbermouth. They had a pretty sweet thing going on until he had to ruin it with that stunt. Now the town is going to lose its mind looking for her, probably thinking a reward will come for doing so. If something happens, he'll have to change how he handles confronting her so other won't think he's sided with humans. The last thing he needs is another reason to have a target on his back. By looking at him, most write Sans off as weak and easy EXP. They are wrong. Even if he has only 1 HP and an LV of only 1, Sans is a monster not to be trifled with. With his skills alone, he has made higher LV leveled monster turn tail in shame. Still, there are the few fools that dare try to tangle with him. Most of them don't get the chance to know his power because of Papyrus and to a degree he's thankful for that. Yet he hates when Papyrus deals with these attackers. For it was one such attack that Papyrus gained his first EXP and his taste for slaughter began, turning his brother from the kind person he grew up with into the cold-hearted asshole that he is now. Sans has lived with the guilt of that ever since. Though tonight, if only for a little while, he managed to get a small glimpse of his brother's old self. The human was to thank for that. That girl...He'd swear she had a split personality. One moment she'll piss Papyrus off to the point of violence and the next moment she's kissing up to him to where he's calm as can be. She is a strange one, that Lynsie. So yeah, maybe one of these books will help him get a better understanding on what makes her tick. Here's hoping they're not all full of gross human facts. Let's see...Psychology For Idiots: How Everything Somehow Is About Sex. ...God damn it. Needless to say, he threw the book into the corner when it began insinuating incest.

[Time passes]

"*whisper*...Wake...up...Hey...Lynsie...Come on...Wake up..."

{Wake up, idiot!}

Flowey's muffled voice barely stirred me, but Chara shouting in my head is something very clear. My eyes strain open as shadow moves across the floor. This instantly alerts my senses and I don't like it.

"*whisper* What's happening, bro?"

"*whisper* I woke up because I heard something outside. Then I saw someone looking in the window."

I snort softly.

"*whisper* Great...Nothing beats starting the day with some fucked up shit."

"Human! We know you're in there! Come out and face death!"

I am not in a mood for this and I can sense nothing good will come from this point.

"Piss off!"

"*whisper* That's not going to help you know."

A blade stabs into one of the walls.

"Come out! Or we will make you!"

Well, that's cliché as hell. I take a quick look around and note the few broken floorboards. They'll do nicely.

"Flowey, do you think you can travel in cold ground?"

He looks at me funny.

"I guess?"

"Good."

"Wait, what are you planning?"

I bring us over to one of these messed up floorboards as those on the outside begin pounding on the shed. With the heel of my foot, I stomp into the edges of the splintering board and break off more to show the non-snowy dirt below us.

"I need you to be brave, bro."

"Lynsie?"

I claw out a hole before scooping Flowey out of his pot to now fill the spot.

"I need you to be strong. Bad stuff is about to happen. Bad stuff that might make that darkness in my soul come out..."

His face scrunches in worry.

"So in case that happens, if I lose myself to that blackness...I'm counting on you to get someone we trust. I don't care who. Mom, Sans, Papyrus...Anyone we know will do. I'd ask you to be the one, but I don't wish to put you through what might happen. Can you do this mission for me?"

I can see the fight in his eyes. He doesn't want to leave me. But he doesn't have a choice. Especially when a freaking molotov cocktail comes shattering through one of the windows. Sans and Papyrus are going to be pissed that some assholes are burning their shed down.

"You have to go!"

"I can't just leave you here!"

"Asriel, please!"

I've never said his name before. I didn't want to use it until I felt we had bonded more, like what Chara would tell me about. But I had to. I had to use it to drive this urgency to its point. And he gets it, though the reluctance remains on his face.

"I'll come back for you."

I smile and stroke his petals.

"I know. Be safe, brother."

"Okay...You too."

He struggles a bit to sink his roots in but he soon leaves and I grab my bag before the flames try to take that from me. I'm grateful to the fact I can open the bars, gotta thanks Sans later for showing me that, otherwise I'm fairly certain the fire would get me. I know this is going to be bad, I just know it. So it's no surprise that when I flee the burning shed that I'm almost immediately attacked. Sucker punched hard enough to knock me into the snow. Suddenly the fire feels like it was the safer option.

"I think you need to understand a few things about our little town..."

A large brown bear in a red jacket with black sleeve lines and zipper stands as the leader of this group of four monsters that are assaulting me. The others are smaller than the brown blue bear in a red sweater with black lining, a pink mouse in an overly long read and black scarf with matching puffball cap, lastly is this weird thing that looks like a grinning red devil/demon in black under its wing cowl.

"The way our society works is very simple as far as politics go. There are no mayors or governors over each territory of the Underground. We all are ruled by our monarch, and his Royal Guard enforces his laws. Around here if there's ever a problem, a skeleton will tell a fish lady about it. But here's the thing...What if that skeleton isn't doing his job and allowing something like, oh I don't know...a Human...to go about on its own will and endanger the public? Why that would be quite criminal, to say the least. Wouldn't you agree?"

Dear god this guy never shuts up. In the time he's taken to monologue, I got up and dusted the snow off while thinking of several ways to get out of this.

"Dude, as much as I'm a fan of the whole bad guy needs to rant cliché. But you do realize how pointless it is to waste time chatting me up, right? And I know it's counterproductive on my end telling you this...But you could've killed me by now."

The mouse sighs.

"I told you this was stupid."

The blue bear groans.

"This is not stupid. It's a tradition. And tradition isn't stupid."

The red demon, who is the closest to me, looms just over my shoulder and bares his teeth in his grin.

"I say we compromise. We continue with the plan but do it at the same time as killing her."

I point to this devil and smirk.

"Now this guy has the right idea."

{What the hell are you doing?}

Chara's voice rings true and I shake my dumb helpfulness off. Now isn't the time to be pointing out flaws in how to properly kill me.

"On second thought, go on. Give me the speech. I wanna hear how I fucked up and how you're going to give me my comeuppance."

The brown bear rubs his face as he steps closer, dude is much bigger than me but still small compared to Toriel.

"I really don't get it. I've seen you around a few times, we all have, and I just don't understand."

Don't ask him what.

"What?"

Damn it! At least the fire isn't so bad. The snow melting on it is almost enough in mass and speed to put it out, but not quite enough to fully do the job.

"Why haven't you hurt anyone?"

I blink a few times and tilt my head in confusion. This doesn't go over with the bear. He snarls and grabs my face.

"Don't play with me, bitch! We know what you are! Humans kill monsters! What sort of sick game are you pulling by acting like you're one of us!"

I bite his hand...eh...paw? Whatever his grabbing appendage is called, I bite it and he releases in pain.

"If you think I'm acting, then you're a fool."

The red devil grabs my arm and hurls me into a nearby tree. The mouse, I feel sorry for, because it tries being tough by going for my legs, but I accidentally kick it away in the face. This is when blue bear begins hitting me and red demon joins in. All while brown bear watches with annoyance and pink mouse tries to make the world stop spinning.

"Remember boys, we're not to kill her. We'll be rewarded more if Asgore gets her alive."

The pummeling is not good on my end. I try to fend some of the blows off, but there's only so much I can do. Blue bear hits harder than red devil yet he's more precise in the attack, striking at points that can probably cripple me if he was a bit stronger. All the commotion, of course, draws attention. Monsters in town only come as close as the skeleton household and watch on with a strange mixture of reactions. Most are thrilled to see the beat down, the fact it's on a human is a bonus, yet for the few that do know me from the bar...they are a tad more conflicted.

"What's wrong, human? Why aren't you fighting back? Do you want to die?"

{I hate to agree, but they make a point. You need to fight back.}

You think I haven't been trying?! I can't make one move without getting hit twice. And even if I do fight back, I can't even fight for real because I don't want to hurt anyone.

{But if you don't, then something might...}

*Crack*

[HP ████████████████████ 20/36]

The sound almost echoes and is followed by my roar of pain. I'm a tad surprised when the hits stop. Then again, probably seeing what we do see would do that. Blue bear had stomped on my left arm and the bone couldn't take it, snapping the radius to make part of it pierce outward like spikes. This is on a new level of pain that rivals the stabbing Papyrus has done. I hold the bloody limb into the snow and trying to numb it with the cold. My watering eyes aren't helping me see what's going on.

"Will you look at that. Heh...No wonder those boneheads didn't turn her over. This human's got a skeleton inside her."

"I'd bet gold that they were using her for their own fun."

"Can't say I blame them. I'd do the same too if there were no more of my kind."

"Greedy bastards. Leaving us all trapped down here just so they can fuck some human whore."

I glare at the watery blurs that they are in my eyes.

"Awww...Ain't that cute? She's offended."

"What's the matter, whore? Mouth too full to talk?"

"I say we have a little fun of our own."

"Yeah! Those pricks owe us for withholding her."

Now, I don't know fear very well. Gaster was the one that truly scared me for the first time. Not even these threats scare me, I've heard them before in middle school. But this is different. These aren't humans that can be intimidated. These aren't humans that I can handle on my own. These are monsters that are stronger than me. These are monsters that have already proven that they don't care what they do so long as they get what they want. I don't know fear. But I do know fright. And right now...I'm scared.

"Come on, whore. Bring out your soul."

I don't like this.

"Yeah, if you do us right, we might just show you mercy."

I'm scared.

"I bet fucking a human feels amazing."

Make this stop.

"As the leader, I get first dibs."

Make it stop!

Suddenly, I hear the loud thumping of my heart and a familiar pain shoots through my veins. The air stills, the temperature drops, and I know what's about to happen but I don't have the strength to fight it. In an instant, the world goes dark for me and my body slumps over in the snow like I'm dead with my eyes open. The three big ones are too busy fighting over who really gets first dibs to notice this or the pink mouse approach my body. He just looks at me. Snapping his fingers as if to get my attention yet lifeless I lay. He does however become confused when the whites of my eyes begin to darken into black.

"Hey, guys? I think something is *squeak*...!"

The mouse's sudden cry get their attention but they weren't expecting what they end up seeing. The mouse is dangling by the throat in my good right hand and is struggling to breathe. All of a sudden, there's a small popping sound and mouse goes slack before fading away into dust. Their eyes widen as my body rises unnaturally from the ground and I grin maliciously at their now freaked out faces.

"*growls* You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"

This was not going to end well.

[Meanwhile: Snowdin Forest]

Boredom once more claimed the skeleton known as Sans. It had gotten to the point where he was flipping through some old magazines he keeps under his post and snacking on hotdogs even though he wasn't hungry. He has looked over these same pages over and over. A few decent articles and comics, but nothing really all that special. Yet anything was better than those damn human books. God, he had no idea how messed up humans were. That one was fucked up. At least she wasn't as nuts as some of the things that the book said. Sure, she was crazy, no doubt there. But who isn't down here? Yet she was something that no one else was, and no he didn't mean she was human, she was harmless as a baby.

"Sans!"

That wasn't a voice he was expecting to hear.

"weed?"

"down here!"

Hidden in the front of his post, Flowey sprouted and looked as if he was being chased by a mower.

"what are you doing out here? heh...did she finally get sick of ya and give ya the boot?"

"Ha ha, very funny. But this is not a social call. There's an emergency!"

"if you're looking for fertilizer, sorry, i'm all out."

Flowey growls.

"Listen to me, Smiley Trashbag, Lynsie is being attacked!"

That made his grin falter.

"what?"

"I don't know how many there are, but they set the shed on fire."

"what?!"

"She made me leave for help. She's afraid that the Black Soul will trigger."

His sockets widen.

"shit..."

Sans is about to teleport when a thought comes to him.

"okay, here's your next mission. follow the path to get papyrus."

Flowey is shocked.

"Papyrus? Why?"

"tell him that some fuckers are wrecking his shit. oh! and tell'em they called him a fart sniffing asshole. he'll rush back to town faster than him wanting to kick my butt over telling a pun."

"That is fast."

"now go."

Flowey nods and sinks into the ground as Sans also disappears.

Now in the town, the sounds of screams are heard as citizens flee to their homes in terror around Sans. Smoke is seen near his home and there are shapes he can't quite make out. His approach is a cautious one as there's no telling what is happening. Little does he realize that what is happening is a nightmare. For once he can see the figures better he regrets so much about putting the human out of the house. There she stands in bloody snow with dust coating the thick red, what looks like a plastic knife in her right hand, her left arm seems wrong at the angle he sees, and Politics Bear's head is under her boot.

"Is this what you wanted?"

Her voice...It made his bones chill down to the marrow. It was cold and growled, almost sounding like two voices in one.

"You wanted a human, right? And humans kill monsters, right? Well, you got your wish."

"No, no, no, no, no, no! Wait...!"

Her boot adds force and the bear's head is no more, just like the rest of his body as dust scatters.

"holy crap..."

The words escaped him before he could hold them in and she heard it. Slowly turning to see him in the glow of the burning shed, those black eyes and sinister smile were all too familiar for the skeleton.

"Sans..."

Never did his name sound so horrifying.

"*gulp* h-hey kiddo...um...you okay?"

She turns fully around and he sees more of the damage done to her, including the bones coming out of her left arm.

"They did this. They hurt me."

"i can see that."

"They wanted to do things to me. Very bad things."

She takes a few steps towards him and he finds himself frozen on the spot.

"I had to do it. I had to make them go away. They didn't give me a choice."

With her coming closer but seemingly calm, his instincts make him CHECK her.

[L̴̵y̷͠n҉s̸i̶e͡͏ – L̴͢V̶̧͝:̧͢ ͟2 – ̀H͘͟͠P͢: ͡͠͏7͠2̀ ́̕A̧T͏̶́K̶:́ ͏62̴͡ D̸Ȩ҉̷F̴͘:̀ ͜͏4͠͞͡2̨ ͏͘͠– ̛̛͝E͠R̢͡R̶̴Ó͠R̢̕]

What the hell is happening with this human?

"yeah...say, w-why don't you just put down the knife?"

She stops within arm's reach.

"Why did you CHECK me?"

Shit!

"n-no reason."

She tilts her head in observation. He'd say this was unnerving but that title currently was held by the fact she hasn't blinked since he's seen her.

"You're afraid of me."

A nervous fake laugh leaves him.

"what? n-no...that's dumb. you're being dumb."

Wow, he sounds like a dork when like this.

"Papyrus was right. You are a bad liar."

He began to sweat profusely.

"i am not..."

"I can smell your fear."

If ever there was a time for his knees to not be knocking.

"It's fine, I don't blame you...You should be afraid."

Flashbacks start triggering in his skull of a child in a striped sweater uttering those same words before slashing at him. Instinct overrides his crippling fright and he shoves her back, making her stumble. It takes a moment before both of them register what happened.

"So...That's how it is?"

"uh..."

"Very well...I was going to leave you alone, but now..."

She stands strong and brandishes the knife.

"I want to see you dance, skeleton!"

She swings the blade and he dodges the strike. She blinks finally and those soulless eyes target him.

[MEGALOVANIA begins to play in the background.]

Thus begins a fight Sans didn't see coming. A tit for tat of turns where she's on the offensive and he dodges to save his life. With each move, he guides her towards the town entrance, hoping to at least get her away from more monsters. But there's a drawback to this. He's not used to moving so much at any given time continuously. He doesn't have the stamina for it. So the longer this goes, the weaker and more tired he gets.

[Sans can't keep dodging forever. Keep attacking.]

Great, now those things are going to make this feel even worse. And by the time he's gotten her past the library he's feeling low.

[Sans's movements grow a little wearier.]

Twenty-two. It takes twenty-two dodges to tire him out. He's sadly counted all the times when he'd fight Frisk before he would be killed. And even more worrisome was that he was on dodge ten.

[Sans's movements seem to be slower.]

Almost there. Almost there. He's gotten her as far as Grillby's bar by dodge sixteen. If he can just make these last six dodges really long...He might at least be able to last long enough for Papyrus to get here. But then she does change her tactics. She doesn't come at him straight on as she had been doing. She instead makes a twisting move sideways that ended with a dive and he had to move to the side just to avoid the strike. She does this each time he tries to get back on the direction out, which is five dodges.

[Sans is starting to look really tired.]

One dodge left. It's all he has left in him. He's sweating and panting out of breath while her demeanor hasn't changed at all, even the lack of blinking again.

"*pant* you...you really don't...don't want to...be doing this..."

"You seem to think I can be swayed when you're near your end. An odd move. But at least it's something."

"*pant* don't make me..."

"Attack? I'd be amused that you tried. There's no point if you don't at least try once. Even those four fought back."

Four? She killed four monsters? But her LV is only 2...How weak were they?

"Pay attention, Sans. We are being watched."

She points the blade to the large window of Grillby's bar and Sans sees the onlookers inside looking back in worry.

"If not for me, at least show them that you tried. It is your job after all. Or are you expecting Papyrus to do the deed?"

He'd flinch if his nerves weren't shot.

"It's your go, Sans. Attack me. Come on. Do it! Keep your promise and kill me before I kill you!"

He hadn't noticed it before, a bit hard to do so when dodging knife slashes, but those last words made him see it. Those cold black eyes of hers that refused to blink were not the dry orbs he expected, no, they were wet and rolling the tears in streams down her face. Somewhere deep in there, that goofy weirdo girl he knows is trapped, and all she can do is try to fight this blackness. And if she can't fight it, she'd try to have herself be put down. Yet even if that's the case, he was struggling to do this. He had never killed anyone in his whole life, he simply doesn't have the heart to do so unless under the most extremes, like when Frisk does a Genocide run. But she was right in her words and he had to try. The Black Soul was going to make her kill him and who knows how many more if he didn't stop her now.

"*deep breath* okay, kiddo. i'll do it."

He focuses his remaining strength into his magic. His eyes go dark except for his left which flares into a glowing flash of red and yellow as he holds his left hand out.

"this is my strongest attack."

She gets ready.

"Thank you."

He smiles sadly and makes a fist with his left hand, her dark soul appears then turns a dull dark blue. He proceeds to lift her into the air before slamming her down hard.

[HP ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ 66/72]

Then bones begin to spring out of the ground under her, stabbing into her as she tries to get back on her feet.

[HP ████████████████████████████████████████████████ 48/72]

Just as those bones begin to sink in and her footing returns, he sends out bones in a zigzag pattern that demands tight precise movement to avoid, which in her current damaged state she does not do well.

[HP ████████████████████████████████ 32/72]

Now for the real magic draining portion of the attack. He summons to him thirty Gaster Blasters, a special move made by Gaster himself and passed on to his brothers, then positions them to circle the bloody human before having them do as their name says...blast her.

[HP ██ 2/72]

Even after all that, after pouring the last of his magic into the attack and unloading Karmic Retribution (KR), she was still alive...just barely though. She was down on her knees, one of those heartless eyes forced shut, and bleeding from just about everywhere. Had her stats not doubled in her LV increase she would be dead where she stood. The weapon she held had been knocked back far enough that it was no longer visible, which is good because losing it meant she was pretty much declawed. For Sans though, the use of so much magic after all the activity was too much. He too found himself unable to stand, he wobbles a bit before falling on his butt in exhaustion.

"*shaky exhale* for the love of god...i really hope that made you normal again."

She doesn't move. She hardly breathes. She just stares at him as she had been. And for a moment, Sans believed the struggle was over. Until...the sound of snow lightly crunching gets his attention. His sockets widen as she weakly crawls towards him, the wicked grin she had since finding her like this now was an animalistic baring of her teeth and the growling coming out of her sounded demonic. Even that eye of hers was more fear-inducing, as it had gone completely solid black. If he had to guess, this was the Black Soul's beastly nature coming out due to being so close to dying. But now wasn't the time to think about the mechanics of her soul. He had to focus on backing away to stay alive while a lost in the darkness psycho human was coming at him with a look that screamed she wanted to gnaw on his bones till he was dead.

"easy, kiddo...let's not doing anything crazy. you're not yourself. it's the black soul making ya do this. ya know you don't want to hurt me."

She snarls and speeds up her crawling faster than he can back away. She ends up over him as he struggles to hold her back, her good hand tries clawing at him while her teeth snap with the want to crunch bone.

"damn it, don't do this! don't make me kill you!"

All the sound that comes out her resembles a rabid beast. Seeing no way out and her most vulnerable area is easily in his range, the Black Soul had remained exposed after his attack, he makes a bold move. One hand grabs her neck to push her up while the other grabs her by the soul itself and doing so causes the most ear-splitting screech to erupt from her throat.

[HP █ 1/72]

"now you listen to me and you listen good. i won't have you do this. you're not this thing. you don't want to hurt anyone, right? that's what you swore. now prove it. prove to everyone that this isn't the real you. that you're not like any other human. so snap out of it, lynsie! this is your soul! yours! you control it, not the other way around! so don't give in like some dumb bitch! fight it! fight back, lynsie!"

Suddenly he felt the soul beat in his grip and her body slowly ceased it's thrashing.

"Sa..́.͟S҉an҉s...͏"

Did he really get through to her? Better keep this up.

"yeah, it's me. i'm right here, kiddo."

"Sans.̨..͝I.͠..͠I di̶d̵ ̧bad ̸thin̕gs...҉D̷idn'̕t͘ I?"

That creepy voice was still there but it sounded more like her at least.

"yeah. but it's not your fault. it's this black soul. it made ya do it."

She softly began to whimper and not sensing danger anymore, he lets her neck go but still holds the soul that began to falter in its darkness.

"hey...come on, people get killed here all the time. it's no big deal. don't start crying."

She covers her eyes with her good arm and weeps into it, black streams fall down her cheeks till the tears become clear.

[YOU WON!]

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Seeing this has him check on her soul. The black was relenting to show some blue, the same color as his magic. A small sigh of relief leaves him as the door to the bar opens.

"Sans? Is everything alright?"

Of course, the only one to check on them would be Grillby. No one else was brave or gave a shit enough to step out after seeing all that.

"i think so."

Grillby comes over and kneels beside the sobbing girl.

"try not to touch her right now."

"Why not?"

Sans shows him the soul in his hand and Grillby stares at the heart trying to regain its color.

"Is she okay?"

"not really."

Grillby's brow frowns and he hesitantly puts a supportive hand on the human's head, softly petting her.

"Shhhhh...It's okay, pussycat. Everything's going to be okay."

Still, she weeps as guilt and shame consume her. Sans waits until the blackness is completely gone from her soul before putting it back at her chest, letting it sink into her body.

"well...at least this can't get any worse."

"HUMAN!"

God damn him and his big mouth!

Papyrus finally appears and has the flower in his grip, it doesn't look alive as the roots are gone.

"pap...what did you do?"

The cold hard stare Papyrus has cuts through Sans and aims right at the girl.

"I THOUGHT I MADE MYSELF CLEAR..."

Papyrus puts out his right hand and Sans realizes what's about to happen.

"pap, no! you don't have to do this!"

"NEXT TIME WE MEET, I WILL KILL YOU."

Too lost in her sadness, the human is unaware of the red glow appearing underneath her and the danger it means. Knowing this, Sans makes a move to push her out of the way at the same time Grillby does. She is knocked back with Sans as sharp tipped bones launch out of the ground. They miss her and Sans. Unfortunately...they still hit someone.

"nooooo!"

The alarm in Sans's voice has the human look now at the scene of where she once was. The look on her face is the same as the one on Papyrus upon seeing the result of his attack...The impalement of Grillby. Needless to say, this was something no one was about to handle well, especially when Grillby coughs up molten plasma. Showing he's still alive but for not much longer.

"*painful cough* Judging by those faces...it looks as bad as it feels..."

For a human that's got the shit beaten out of her and lost a ton of blood to where she only has 1 HP, the girl made a burst of speed toward the down bartender.

"No, no, no, no...This can't be happening...You can't be hurt...You can't."

All Grillby could do was smile as she held his face.

"Someone! Anyone! For fuck's sake, he needs healing!"

Oh, if only it were so simple. If anyone knows the strength and deadliness of Papyrus more than the man himself, it's Sans. And the sad truth is that there's nothing that can be done. No amount of healing magic or health-replenishing food was going to undo an attack meant to kill. Grillby is a dead man. The only real question was when was his soul about to expend the last of its magic and let him fade to dust.

"God damn it! Why is no one helping him?! Why do none of you care?! Papyrus, recoil these..."

Speech dies on her tongue when she spies the flower limply held in Papyrus's hand. Her eyes widen as a new flood crashes down from those orbs like waterfalls.

"Asriel..."

That name...It came out in a hushed breath that few were able to hear. Her next words were much louder.

"You killed my brother?!"

There are not many things that can get to Papyrus. Not even threats from Undyne would shake his core. But knowing he had messed up and the look of loss on the human really hit him hard. The verbal and likely physical assault the human probably wanted to do was interrupted by a weak hand on her wrist.

"*weak* No, pussycat...Stay with me..."

"Don't speak. You need to save your strength."

A strained laugh leaves embers from the fallen friend. The only reason he wasn't dusting instantly was due to his high LV level. Not many would take it from being around the guy, but Grillby's life was harsh and he fought hard to keep burning. It's why he also set up shop to give people a break from all the death. To be able to relax under the protective roof of a man of LV level 10 and know true peace.

"*weak* And here I was worried...that no one would cry...if I ever died..."

"You are not dying! Do you hear me?! You just need a strong healer...Nanny! Mom can do it! We just have to get you to the Ruins and..."

"*weak* Shhhhhh...It's okay to be scared...But you need to be strong..."

"*whimper* Grillby..."

That wasn't going to be a thing for her any time soon.

"*weak* Sans..."

He flinched and choked down a painful lump of dread in his throat as he came to kneel by his friend.

"yeah, grillz. what...what can i do for ya?"

"*weak* I...I think we can call your tab even now..."

Grillby sputters as his flames burn lower with each passing second. It takes everything in Sans for him to not cry. Never in any of the past timelines has Grillby died, at least, not before him. So seeing this, the only friend he had now moments away from dusting, it was painful as all hell.

"hey...leave the jokes to me. *sniffle* ya never did have a strong suit for humor."

"*weak* Yeah, you're probably right...*coughs* Pussycat, mind coming a tad closer? I...I have something for you..."

She wipes her face dry before leaning closer to the fire elemental, no sense getting him wet at a time like this. When she's close enough for him to whisper, he reaches out and pulls her into a sudden kiss that has everyone stunned. While that part had them looking at him in confusion, Grillby can't help the smug and pleased smirk of satisfaction that came to his tired face.

"*weak* Sorry about that...I know you trusted me with your first kiss...but I don't think I can take care of it anymore..."

She blinks with uncertainty that such a thing happened and her soul began to emerge in an odd pink. This glow seemed to bring peace to the bartender.

"*weak* So that was the reason...Heh...I can at least die happy knowing this...Thank you...Lynsie..."

"Don't say that. Don't you fucking say that! You can't die after saying that!"

Grillby's eyes fight to stay open but can't and she loses it in desperation.

"Open your eyes damn it! Don't you quit on me after saying that! You are not allowed to die! Do you hear me?! You're not allowed! *sobs* You can't die! You can't! Don't leave me...Please..."

The flames that make up Grillby's form dim and flicker away. Then, when his body's heat could no longer be felt and his glow was gone, his form dissolves into dust upon the snowy ground. He's gone.

"*crying* This can't be happening..."

She scoops some of the dust in her hands and it slips through her fingers.

"*crying* This wasn't supposed to happen...No one was suppose to die..."

Regret. She was practically emanating the emotion in a near-visible aura as those words kept repeating in her weeping. Papyrus fell to his knees being drenched in the stuff, after all, it was his impulsive action to kill the human on sight that needlessly ended Grillby. Sans, on the other hand, felt pity. Frisk never showed this level of remorse. No human was known to ever give any care for the death of a monster. But she did. She cared. And for the first time in a long time, he felt bad for someone else. So he tried showing some support with a hand on her back.

"it's not your fault."

"*sniffling* This is wrong...This is all wrong..."

"i know. but what's done is done. he's gone."

He stands up and sighs heavily.

"come on...i'll walk ya back to the ruins."

She doesn't move.

"lynsie?"

"...I refuse."

He cocks his sockets at her.

"you refuse? refuse what?"

"This. I refuse this."

"look, i get it. you're sad. i'm sad. we're all sad. but ya can't just say you refuse to accept this. it doesn't make it stop being what happened."

"There's got to be a way to fix this. There has to be."

"there isn't."

"What about the RESET?"

His sockets widen.

"Maybe if I can trigger it..."

"don't!"

He was hoping she had forgotten him ever mentioning that. He didn't want to go down that same road of repetitiveness again. Living the same days over and over and over and over again to the point where nothing fucking matters so you give up trying on everything. No. He was not going through that again.

"What do you mean, don't? If it brings them back, I'm doing it!"

"no! i ain't going through that shit again! resets are like drugs. the first time is supposed to be the only time, but then you start doing them over the stupidest little shit reasons. well, no dice. you're not resetting this timeline!"

"My brother is dead! Grillby is dead! I'm not living in a world where I lose those that matter to me!"

For a moment, Sans didn't see the human girl in front of him. Instead, he saw himself the first time Papyrus died. As big of a dick that Papyrus is, he's still his brother, and no one can stand the pain of losing a family member that's that close to you.

"Please...Sans..."

He hated himself. He hated himself for feeling bad for her, sympathizing. It would be his death one day.

"*grumble* fine."

Her eyes light up with hope.

"Really?"

"but this is a one time deal. one reset. that's it. ya got that?"

"Thank you!"

She hugged his legs tight.

"Thank you, Sans! I promise...This will be the only one."

He casts his blushing gaze elsewhere, especially when that pink glow of her soul started to change into a bright white.

"yeah, yeah, don't mention it."

"If ever mention doing another, I give you permission to kick my ass."

"that, i'll agree to do."

He dreaded the moments to come. The way things would just undo from happening always made his head hurt. Most monsters didn't remember anything when a RESET happened. Some just had odd senses of déjà vu. But he had the rarity of recalling much more than the others did. So when the moments passed and nothing happened apart from her letting him go, a thought popped into his head.

"you don't know how to reset, do you?"

"I thought you'd know and would talk me through it."

He slapped his face.

"for fuck's sake...the most i know about it is that it mainly happened after each time frisk died. i don't know how the kid did it without death."

"So...I have to die in order to fix all this?"

"WORKS FOR ME!"

Blood gushes out of the human's chest as a bone shoves her soul out of her body. Scared shock encompasses her face as Sans's sockets widen from the surprise attack Papyrus did.

"I KNOW NOT WHAT YOU TWO HAVE BEEN SAYING, BUT IF YOU CAN FIX THIS IN DEATH, THEN I ORDER YOU TO DO SO."

Papyrus yanks the bone out and her eyes roll into the back of her head before collapsing to the snow.

[HP 0/72]

"what the fuck, papyrus?!"

"WHAT? I HEARD YOU BOTH SAY SHE COULD UNDO ALL THIS."

"yeah, but she didn't know how!"

"...GOD DAMN IT!"

The human's soul lingers after her final breath, as human souls tend to do. The white color was something monsters haven't seen in a long time. Monsters souls start out white, full of hopes and dreams, just loaded with goodness. But in this world, where death and murder are the norm, the white dulls into gray the longer the monster lives in such a state. So this pure white heart was a blinding eyesore. A reminder of what they used to be. That they were Monsters and not just monsters.

"SO...WHAT DO WE DO ABOUT THAT?"

"don't know. i kinda feel like taking it to the ruins, but..."

"YES, TORIEL WON'T TAKE THIS NEWS WELL."

"damn it...what the hell are we supposed to do?!"

Papyrus's attention left his brother and fell to the soul. It began to pulsate, small electrical crackling sounds coming from the random glitching surges. Sans now found himself staring at the soul as well.

"well...that's different."

"HUMAN SOULS DON'T NORMALLY DO THAT?"

"nope."

"HUH."

The soul surges strongly, bursting energy into the human's body till it fades away and leaves behind a button that Sans has seen too many times before. Only, something about it isn't quite right about it.

[̴̧̡R̸̕͢È̶͡S͟͠E̴̡̢T̷]͝

"IS THAT THE THING YOU BOTH WERE TALKING ABOUT?"

"heh...kiddo found a way. clever girl."

"WAIT...SO THAT THING WILL UNDO ALL THIS?"

"that's the gist of it. but who knows just how far back it might undo things. we could go back minutes, hours, maybe even days or weeks. it's a gamble really."

"BUT...THIS...ALL THIS WON'T HAVE HAPPENED...RIGHT?"

It's rare to see the great and terrible Papyrus like this. To be regretting his actions. To feel pain over a kill. To hate gaining EXP. Papyrus didn't know Grillby as well as Sans did, but he respected the man. If there was ever one person he would not kill, it was the one that made sure his brother was okay when he wasn't around. So if this thing, this RESET, can undo this stain...He was going to use it.

"y-yeah?"

Papyrus goes to hit the button but it's gone. Paw prints lead to the culprit, an annoyed black dog growling with the button in its teeth as it strolled away.

"easy, boy...don't do anything rash that you'll live to regret."

The dog shoots Sans a dirty look.

"ah, you little shit!"

Papyrus holds his brother back.

"ALLOW ME, SANS. CLEARLY, THE DOG DOESN'T RESPECT YOU BECAUSE YOU COMAND NO AUTHORITY. WATCH HOW A REAL AUTHORITY FIGURE WORKS."

Sans rolls his eyes.

"COME HERE, DOG. THAT DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU AND SEEING AS I AM CLEARLY AN ALPHA, YOU WILL OBEY ME."

The dog turns and lifts its tail at Papyrus. The insult is met with a cage of bones surrounding the dog.

"I AM IN NO MOOD FOR YOUR SHIT. DROP THAT...NOW!"

The dog snarls but does as told...except it is the one that presses the button. The button blinks away and the human soul responds with an explosion of all-consuming light that swallows all the Underground.

"☞✌💧👍✋☠✌❄✋☠☝📬📬📬" (FASCINATING...)

"👌☼✋☝☟❄ 👌☼✋☝☟❄☜☼ ✡☜❄ 👌☼✋☝☟❄☜☼" (BRIGHT BRIGHTER YET BRIGHTER)

"❄☟☜ ☹✋☝☟❄ 😐☜☜🏱💧 ☝☼⚐🕈✋☠☝" (THE LIGHT KEEPS GROWING)

"❄☟☜ 💧☟✋💣💣☜☼💧 👍🕆❄❄✋☠☝ 💧☟✌☹☹⚐🕈☜☼" (THE SHIMMERS CUTTING SHALLOWER)

"🏱☟⚐❄⚐☠ ☼☜✌👎✋☠☝💧 🏱⚐💧✋❄✋✞☜" (PHOTON READINGS POSITIVE)

"❄☟✋💧 ☠☜✠❄ ☜✠🏱☜☼✋💣☜☠❄" (THIS NEXT EXPERIMENT)

"💧☜☜💣💧" (SEEMS)

"✞☜☼✡" (VERY)

"✋☠❄☜☼☜💧❄✋☠☝" (INTERESTING)

"🕈☟✌❄ 👎⚐ ✡⚐🕆 ❄☟✋☠😐📪 ☹✋❄❄☹☜ ⚐☠☜✍" (WHAT DO YOU THINK, LITTLE ONE?)

"*gasp*"

My eyes open to the sight I didn't think I'd see after what I last remember being through. I'm on the couch in the skeleton house. Sans is to my right, Papyrus to my left, Flowey on the table with the pet rock, and we're all okay. We're just watching TV and everyone's okay. Internally I CHECK my stats.

[HP 36, ATK 31, and DEF 21]

My stats are normal again? Then this means it worked, right? Time went backwards. Wait...then at what point in time is this?

"GREETINGS, YOU LUCKY CALLER. I TAKE IT YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT SHOULD HAPPEN TO THIS UNFORTUNATE SOUL."

Mettaton's voice chimes in on the TV and the phone in my hand. A hard shiver racks my spine and I look over at Sans. He shakes his head and reaches for the phone. But for some reason I keep it and even stranger, I still answer knowing well what happened before.

"Y-yeah...*nervous* Let him go."

Papyrus scoffs like he did before and Sans glares at me. The robot on TV has an overly dramatic reaction.

"WHAT?! LET HIM GO? NOW, WHY WOULD YOU SUGGEST SUCH A SILLY IDEA?"

I know what happened last time. This is when Mettaton revealed me to the whole Underground and in doing so many died. I know better than to let that happen again.

"Because...If you ever want to meet me, you'll be smart about what you do next."

I hangup the phone and a shaky breath leaves me.

"you didn't have to do that."

"I know. But still letting him do that would be bad. And I've done enough bad."

Sans rolls his eyes with a knowing smirk.

"being nice is going to be the death of you."

A soft smile comes to me.

"I expect nothing less."

Papyrus looks at the two of funny. I don't think he remembers what happened and I think that's a good thing. Mettaton takes the sudden hangup with distress and fains hurt.

"OUCH, DARLING. THE RUDENESS OF IT ALL. I DIDN'T THINK YOU WOULD ACTUALLY CALL BUT I'M DELIGHTED YOU DID. ONLY YOU WOULD SHOW KIDNESS TO SCUM LIKE THIS. BUT...YOU CALLED MY BLUFF AND I RESPECT THAT. VERY WELL...THIS POOR, SAD, AND RATHER PATHETIC BOY GETS TO LIVE YET ANOTHER DAY."

The restraints release douche cat aka Burgerpants and he rips the gag off.

"You psychotic bucket of bolts! This was not worth the overtime bonus."

"MAYBE NOT FOR YOU."

He storms off and Mettaton takes a bow.

"I DID AS YOU ASKED, DARLING. I'M HOLDING YOU NOW TO YOUR END OF THE DEAL. I HOPE TO SEE YOU IN HOTLAND SOON. OR CALL. YOU HAVE MY NUMBER AFTER ALL. OOOH...I EVER SO HOPE YOU ARE ABLE TO JOIN ME WHEN THE TIME COMES. I HAVE BEEN EXPECTING SOMETHING TRULY FABULOUS TO BE READY ANY DAY NOW AND EXPERIENCING IT WITH YOU...WELL...LET'S JUST SAY IT WILL BE A MOMENT NO ONE WILL EVER FORGET. TOODLES~!"

The show cuts back to something already in the middle of airing.

That's it. This same event just played out and had a completely different outcome. My existence wasn't revealed and no one ended up dead. Everything is fine. Heh...Everything is fine. I start to laugh with joy.

"Everything is fine!"

"SIT DOWN, HUMAN. UNLESS YOU PLAN TO MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL AND FETCH ME ANOTHER HELPING."

Papyrus holds out his empty plate and I shock him with a surprise hug.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Everything is okay, Papyrus. Isn't that amazing?"

"RELEASE ME NOW OR I WILL HURT YOU."

"And I won't have it any other way."

Papyrus looks at his brother uncomfortably.

"SANS, THE HUMAN IS ACTING WEIRDER THAN NORMAL. I THINK SHE MIGHT BE BROKEN."

Sans merely shrugs.

"eh, maybe she's just happy."

"FOR WHAT?"

"dunno. maybe because she gets to be around someone as awesome as you."

"HMMM...I CAN'T SAY YOU'RE NOT WRONG. I AM INCREDIBLY AWESOME."

I giggle at the level his ego can inflate to and release him to look at Sans.

"don't even think about. you hug me enough as is."

I shrug.

"Fair enough, Sansy-boy."

I take Papyrus's plate and grab Flowey on my way to the kitchen, making an mental vow to never be away from my brother again. Not that he minds the extra attention after going through that experience. Poor boy remembers what happened. He remembers trying to convince Papyrus to go to Snowdin Town but something happened and Papyrus got incredibly angry, ripping Flowey from the ground...things went dark after that. I keep my flower brother with me as the night continues on without incident. I don't even mind that Papyrus puts me out in the shed for the night while Flowey remains in the house. A little cold is nothing compared to what happened before. I just need to work on things. Make sure I do better. I'll do what Sans told me in that fight. I'll show all of monster kind that I'm not like other humans. But I need help if I'm to do any of that. The Black Soul is deadly. It's strong in power and control. It warps my mind, makes me do the bad things I think about but never would act on. I need someone that understands souls. I need Gaster's help. I don't want that THING to take over me again. So when I go for sleep, I try to summon that which always comes to me at random in dreams.

Sleep begets darkness and darkness begets the void's door. I welcome that door and the one that resides within. That man, the one Chara tells me to fear, is my only hope in gaining control over this darkness. I am not surprised by the smug knowing look on that face of his.

"❄☟✌❄ 🕈✌💧 ✈🕆✋❄☜ ❄☟☜ 💧☟⚐🕈📪 ☹✋❄❄☹☜ ⚐☠☜📬 ❄☜☹☹ 💣☜📬📬📬👎⚐ ✡⚐🕆 ☼☜👍✌☹☹ ❄☟☜ ☞☜☜☹✋☠☝ ⚐☞ ❄✌😐✋☠☝ ✌ ☹✋☞☜✍" (THAT WAS QUITE THE SHOW, LITTLE ONE. TELL ME...DO YOU RECALL THE FEELING OF TAKING A LIFE?)

I look away at the ground.

"I would be lying if I said no. It's like...I was stuck behind this wall. I could see and hear most of what was going on, but I wasn't the one...I wasn't the one in control. It's like a dream when I come out of it. Everything feels foggy like it didn't happen, but I know...*shudder* I know something bad happened and I can't..."

I fight the lump swelling in my throat.

"I can't let this happen again. I don't want to hurt anyone. I'm not a killer."

He moves close and I feel this strange vibe off him.

"💧⚐ ✡⚐🕆 💧☜☜😐 💣✡ ☝🕆✋👎✌☠👍☜✍" (SO YOU SEEK MY GUIDANCE?)

I feel so weak and vulnerable having to do this.

"You yourself have said your goal is to understand that which is the SOUL. Well here's your opportunity to do so with my consent."

The grin he makes is unnerving and twisted, pleased by what he's hearing.

"✡⚐🕆 🕈⚐🕆☹👎 ☝✋✞☜ 💣☜ ☞🕆☹☹ ✌👍👍☜💧💧 ❄⚐ ✡⚐🕆☼ 💧⚐🕆☹✍ 🕈✋❄☟ ☠⚐ 👍⚐💣🏱☹✌✋☠❄💧 ⚐☼ ☼☜💧✋💧❄✌☠👍☜✍" (YOU WOULD GIVE ME FULL ACCESS TO YOUR SOUL? WITH NO COMPLAINTS OR RESISTANCE?)

"Yes."

He circles behind me and places his hands on my shoulders.

"☜✞☜☠ ✋☞ ❄☟☜ 🏱✌✋☠ 👌☜👍⚐💣☜💧 🕆☠👌☜✌☼✌👌☹☜ ✌☠👎 ✡⚐🕆 🏱☹☜✌👎 ☞⚐☼ 👎☜✌❄☟🕯💧 💧🕈☜☜❄ ☜💣👌☼✌👍☜✍" (EVEN IF THE PAIN BECOMES UNBEARABLE AND YOU PLEAD FOR DEATH'S SWEET EMBRACE?)

I shiver at this sense of dread of things to possibly come.

"Yes. I need you to figure this thing out and help me. I don't care if it hurts. I don't care how you'll do it. I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want..."

"❄⚐ ☹⚐💧☜ ❄☟⚐💧☜ ❄☟✌❄ 💣✌❄❄☜☼ ❄⚐ ✡⚐🕆✍" (TO LOSE THOSE THAT MATTER TO YOU?)

I can feel the water begin to pool in my eyes and he leans over me, his hands moving to center the holes in them over my chest.

"✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜ ✌ 💧❄☼✌☠☝☜☹✡ 😐✋☠👎 ☝✋☼☹ ☞⚐☼ ✌ ☟🕆💣✌☠📬 👌🕆❄📬📬📬❄☟✌❄ ✋💧 💧⚐💣☜❄☟✋☠☝ ✋ ☹✋😐☜ ✌👌⚐🕆❄ ✡⚐🕆📬 💧⚐📪 ✋ 🕈✋☹☹ ☠⚐❄ ☹✋☜ ❄⚐ ✡⚐🕆 ✌👌⚐🕆❄ ❄☟✋💧📬 ❄☟✋💧 🕈✋☹☹ ☠⚐❄ 👌☜ 🏱☹☜✌💧✌☠❄📬 ✡⚐🕆 🕈✋☹☹ 👌☜ ✋☠ ✌ 💧❄✌❄☜ ⚐☞ ☠☜✌☼ 👍⚐☠💧❄✌☠❄ 🏱✌✋☠📬 ❄☟☜ ✌☝⚐☠✡ ❄☟✌❄ 👍⚐💣☜💧 ☞☼⚐💣 ❄☟✋💧 🕈✋☹☹ ☹✋😐☜☹✡ ☹✋☠☝☜☼ ✋☠❄⚐ ✡⚐🕆☼ 🕈✌😐✋☠☝ ☹✋☞☜📬" (YOU ARE A STRANGELY KIND GIRL FOR A HUMAN. BUT...THAT IS SOMETHING I LIKE ABOUT YOU. SO, I WILL NOT LIE TO YOU ABOUT THIS. THIS WILL NOT BE PLEASANT. YOU WILL BE IN A STATE OF NEAR CONSTANT PAIN. THE AGONY THAT COMES FROM THIS WILL LIKELY LINGER INTO YOUR WAKING LIFE.)

"I don't care. That thing...that killer...It can't be allowed out again. I need to know how to stop it. To keep it caged or better yet, put an end to it all together. So, doctor...If need be, do your worst. Pull my soul out and learn all that you can till no secret is left unknown to you."

"✌☠👎 👎⚐☜💧 👍☟✌☼✌ ✌☝☼☜☜ 🕈✋❄☟ ✡⚐🕆 ✌👌⚐🕆❄ ❄☟✋💧✍" (AND DOES CHARA AGREE WITH YOU ABOUT THIS?)

"He don't know. This is my choice."

I can almost hear the smirk form on his skeletal mouth.

"❄☟☜☠ ☹☜❄ 🕆💧 ☠⚐❄ 🕈✌💧❄☜ ✌ 💧☜👍⚐☠👎 ☹⚐☠☝☜☼📬" (THEN LET US NOT WASTE A SECOND LONGER.)

He summons his other helping hands to restrain my limbs and I hold my breath in anticipation as his main hands start pulling on my soul through the holes in his palms.

"✡⚐🕆 🕈✋☹☹ ☠⚐❄ ☼☜☝☼☜❄ ❄☟✋💧📪 ☹✋❄❄☹☜ ⚐☠☜📬 ✡⚐🕆 🕈✋☹☹ 👌☜ ❄☟☜ ⚐☠☜ ❄☟✌❄ ☝✋☞❄💧 💣☜ 🕈✋❄☟ 😐☠⚐🕈☹☜👎☝☜ 👌☜✡⚐☠👎 💣✡ 🕈✋☹👎☜💧❄ 👎☼☜✌💣💧📬 💧⚐ ✋ ❄☟✌☠😐 ✡⚐🕆 ✌☟☜✌👎 ⚐☞ ❄✋💣☜📬" (YOU WILL NOT REGRET THIS, LITTLE ONE. YOU WILL BE THE ONE THAT GIFTS ME WITH KNOWLEDGE BEYOND MY WILDEST DREAMS. SO I THANK YOU AHEAD OF TIME.)

Like before, allowing his magic to flow freely into my body makes my SOUL emerge. And just like last time, this thing is a swirl of multiple colors all sloshing about. Orange, red, blue, yellow, green, light blue, purple, black, white, and pink. Though unlike before, the white and pink are now larger than when he first did this.

"💣✌☼✞☜☹⚐🕆💧📬📬📬💧✋💣🏱☹✡ 💣✌☼✞☜☹⚐🕆💧📬 ❄☟☜☼☜🕯💧 ☜✞☜☠ 💣⚐☼☜ ❄⚐ 💧❄🕆👎✡ ☠⚐🕈 ❄☟✌☠ 👌☜☞⚐☼☜📬" (MARVELOUS...SIMPLY MARVELOUS. THERE'S EVEN MORE TO STUDY NOW THAN BEFORE.)

"*wince* Glad to hear it."

His top main hand pulls up and he hooks his fingers around the soul, pulling it away from my body. The pain isn't as bad as some of the stuff that I've gone through, dying being at the top of the list. But the whimpers that escape me can't be helped and the wriggling in his hold is just reflexes of instinct.

"☠⚐🕈📪 ✡⚐🕆 💣✋☝☟❄ ☞☜☜☹ 💧⚐💣☜ 💧☹✋☝☟❄ 👎✋💧👍⚐💣☞⚐☼❄📬" (NOW, YOU MIGHT FEEL SOME SLIGHT DISCOMFORT.)

I snicker to myself.

"✋💧 💧⚐💣☜❄☟✋☠☝ ✌💣🕆💧✋☠☝✍" (IS SOMETHING AMUSING?)

"*wincing* Just...trying to keep myself...in a good state of mind about it..."

He gives me a funny look as he swivels around to face me proper.

"☝⚐⚐👎📬 😐☜☜🏱 👎⚐✋☠☝ ❄☟✌❄📬 ✡⚐🕆🕯☼☜ ☝⚐✋☠☝ ❄⚐ ☠☜☜👎 ❄⚐ ☞⚐☼ ❄☟✋💧 ☠☜✠❄ 🏱✌☼❄📬" (GOOD. KEEP DOING THAT. YOU'RE GOING TO NEED TO FOR THIS NEXT PART.)

"*wince* Why do you say thaaaaaaat?! *shout* Holy fuck!"

His other main hand presses a finger into the soul and every nerve in my body goes off harshly. And the more he presses that digit into the heart, the more my body begins to twitch in violent convulsions. It all gets freakier when his finger actually phases into the soul and things get rather glitchy on my end.

"☞✌💧👍✋☠✌❄✋☠☝📬 ❄☼🕆☹✡ ❄☟✋💧 🕈✋☹☹ 👌☜ ✌ 💣⚐💧❄ ✋☠❄☜☼☜💧❄✋☠☝ ☜✠🏱☜☼✋💣☜☠❄📬" (FASCINATING. TRULY THIS WILL BE A MOST INTERESTING EXPERIMENT.)

#undertale #underfell #Lynsie #Anomaly #sans #papyrus #gaster #grillby #grandpa semi #flowey #Asriel #chara #frisk #toriel #asgore #napstablook #mettaton #undyne #alphys

[forgivemeimmafloof]

Hi Mun and boys! Names Chris! So I’m 7 months preggers, stuck on bed rest and I stumble upon your absolutely amazing blog. I’m obsessed and pretty much creeped your whole page! Your art is absolutely amazing! Can I ask for something like how would the boys deal with a very pregnant momma stuck on bed rest? You can choice whoever! And take your time, I know how life can be 💕

Sorry for the very late reply my friend, I don’t even know if you're still pregnant, but I hope you’re feeling well and I hope your baby is too!

But let's begin with your ask (I decided to go with UT, US, UF and HT bros :D)

Sans: Sans has had absolutely no understanding of human anatomy. Sure he knows blood is normally a bad thing, sneezing is not a sign of dying so he shouldn’t worry, and that the reason we have to wash our clothes so much is that of dead skin (Which he finds really disturbing) But how monsters have kids is very very different than humans. Being the more curious of the skeletons and a protective one to be sure, Sansy will probably be lingering at your bedside. He’ll ask questions, and get so caught up in your answers that if you ask him to do some task he’s often ‘too lazy’ to do, he’ll do it without thinking. Of course, being that he’s caught on every single word you say; expect him to trip or tumble or spill water on himself due to his focus on your answers. And forgive him, but he doesn’t know how often humans ask mothers to touch their stomach, he’s definitely going to ask… More than once.

Papyrus: Who are you kidding? Telling Papyrus has spurred some level of motherly instinct in him that you had seen a few times but never to this degree. He’s in and out, checking your temperature (with a steak thermometer… He has no idea how to take care of humans), asking if you’re alright. He’s brought in puzzles and snacks, spoiling you with all of your favorites, pickles and ice cream and anything you might crave. He’s literally been running to the store and buying gallons of your favored snacks - taking pretty much all your fridge and cabinet space. You’ve been spoiled often, but it's very surprising to find him absolutely throwing his and your exercise regimes out the window in order to keep you and your baby happy and comfortable. Don’t be surprised to see him lugging in some of his old toys from when he was a kid, though he refuses to hand over all his action figures, he’ll sacrifice a few and some of his fluffy bunny books if it means he can give something to your kid.

Uf Sans/Chops: Chops isn’t one to hang around up close and personal, despite he’d probably be worried and protective like the other Sanses. He’ll probably be in and out, accompanying his brother when he visits, or simply walking past your open door to check on you with the hopes you don’t notice him. When the boys have work or sleep, he’s the one who’s probably posted outside your door like some personal guard. He won’t tell you that he’s there, or that if you need anything all you have to do is call… Instead its more likely that you’ll find yourself stepping out of your bedroom only to incur his wrath. “back in bed! you shouldn’t be running around dumbass!” he’s not one for kind words when it comes down to it. He’ll usher you back into your room, growling and scolding you to the point you might be too distracted to notice him tucking you into bed and refilling your water. When he leaves, which will be after he gruffly says “Don’t be stupid and just fucking call me if ya need somethin’” … It’ll be when you say that you had gotten up to go to the bathroom, and the red that washes over his face followed by the slurring curses of anger will probably make you laugh more than Sans’s stupid puns will.

UF Papyrus and HT papyrus/Vic and Sugar: The minute you say that there's a bun in the oven, the two creative skeletons are always thinking it. It's no secret one is a fashionista, and the others a seemster. The collaboration takes a couple of days, and during the time they aren’t designing and putting together their gift for you and the baby they are bringing food to your bedside. Vic brings every sort of dish you can imagine, all tasting like they are straight from Paris, the palace of food. On the other hand Sugar… Well, He tries his best. His sugar cookies turn out right, and a few of his other deserts end up being favorites of yours. Unfortunately, he really needs to work on not getting things mixed up in the kitchen, even if a few of the desserts he makes end up satisfying one of the odd pregnancy cravings. When the two end up finishing their projects, you wake one morning to find your bedroom filled with sweets and snacks made or bought by the two, along with baby clothes of every color and design. You can tell who worked on what designs, clearly shown by the patches on one onesie and the edgy holes in the other.

US! Papyrus/Mac: Mac is going to be like snasy in that he doesn’t leave your bedside. After all, your his friend and no way does he leave his friends by themselves where they could get bored or hurt by their lonesome. He’s probably the easiest to get along with. He’s not necessarily fawning or fussing over you, holding in his curiosity because you probably are getting questioned by your monster friends at all angles. Instead, he’s the one who is laying beside you on your bed, his arms behind his head and his legs outstretched. He’s willing to help out here and there, but only if you ask for it; Yeah, your pregnant but it must be tiring to be treated like glass all the time! But even if you aren’t asking for it, he’s still lingering around making sure you’re not falling or struggling. While the others panic, no doubt he’ll be cool and collected, telling everyone to chill out and help you relax during the stress. Out of pretty much everyone he’ll also be the most understanding of your mood swings when they come and go. Though he doesn’t have too much experience with pregnant women, he’s spent plenty of time around Vic… So he can handle the switch between happiness and anger.

US Sans/Jukes: Jukes is unusually quiet when he first gets told your pregnant, most of the skeletons seem to get a loose understanding of what it means to be pregnant, but with jukes? He’s swimming with open water on this one. So you settle down and explain it, and he’s still a little quiet. That is till he gets his hand on a computer and swiftly discovers WebMD. Then, well, you thought Papyrus was motherly - you really didn’t expect a full-blown overprotective worry filled mom from Jukes. He’s hovering, a total puppy guard. The only thing is… Rather than feeding you snacks that you would well want, he’s instead a health mom. Every meal he prepares is made with the knowledge it’ll help get your protein up, that it’ll ensure the safety and health of your baby. He removes all alcohol from the apartment, burns his brothers cigarettes a block away from your house in order to save you from the risk. He buys books and movies about pregnancy, unfortunately picking up some mislabeled parenting movies and incidentally watching a horror movie called “It's Alive”. The weeks following Jukes baby proofs your house… you decide not to question why he’s wearing Undyne’s armor and keeps assuring you that your set is being made as you speak.

Ht!sans/Jaws: The aloof and skeleton may seem like he wouldn’t, but upon you telling him you’re preggers the skeleton becomes your at-home-physician. With his knowledge of the human body, he pretty much takes up the job of actually helping you. Sure Jukes and Papyrus think their helping, but let's face it: One is going off of internet articles and a scary movie for parental guidance and the other is spoiling you to bits. Jaws steps in and actually helps out in the areas you so need it! Good rubs for your sore soles, heat pads and a good back massages… Can’t really help with hair maintenance because of those cursed fingers of his, but he’s more than willing to help out when it comes to anything else. Oh, but don’t think just because he’s being a total sweetheart with the taking care of you that he’s going to neglect that you still have to get exercise. Even if he doesn’t want to do it, he’ll walk alongside you to show that if his lazy pelvis can do it, then so can you. When it comes to the end of the day, he knows a little more about pregnancy than everyone else… But he’s just as curious as the other Sanses, and definitely wants to know what it feels like when a baby kicks… But unlike Sansy, he’ll never get up the nerve to ask.

(okay so I’m wicked tired, I got uh…. Caught up in some uh stuff, and basically, the art I had planned to be tied with this won’t be up till tomorrow. So, for now, have this, tomorrow, I’ll have the drawings all done :D)

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[kawaiibobatea-blog]

Chapter 15: Exiles

The moon was shining bright, its rays illuminating the surrounding area. While Sans had always thought the nighttime was beautiful, this night was changing his mind. The rays he would’ve once considered beautiful now filled him with dread. The shadows that danced in the darkness of night that once sparked the imagination now set him on edge making him wonder; what was around the corner? Who was around the corner? And the stars… the beautiful, beautiful stars seemed to dim as if they didn’t want to cast light on something so pitiful and hopeless.

Yes.

Pitiful. Hopeless. Those were some of the only ways he knew how to describe this. While all the monsters fit into the large Old War slums there was nowhere near enough housing to accommodate all the exiled citizens. The ones that had been lucky enough to enter the slums first were able to claim one of the rundown and beaten houses. Without enough rooves to shelter everyone from the snow, soon fear and anxiety took over and fighting broke out among each other. The humans that had “escorted” them to their new homes did nothing to try and stop the fights. A few of them even tapped another’s shoulder to turn around and watch. From their faces it seemed the only thing that they were missing was popcorn.

Perhaps at one time the humans would’ve considered them equal. Now, to them, they were nothing more than animals in a zoo. Animals to watch run about with no clue on how to live their lives. Whatever plot that he—or any other monster—could come up with to escape was quickly snuffed out. Each side of the district was surrounded by humans with large guns that would dust them quicker than they’d be able to run. The obvious disadvantage in the wake of terror didn’t stop everyone. The monsters that had started to fight among each other turned to some of the humans.

Sans, along with numerous other monsters, watched one tall and rather buff monster head towards the two humans blocking the front entrance yelling profanities and insults of varying degrees. Papyrus watched and took a step towards the altercation, but Sans quickly grabbed his brother’s arm to cease his advance. When Papyrus looked at his brother and back at the group, he stopped moving.

“What about our homes?”

“What are we supposed to do now?”

“What are we supposed to eat?”

“Where are we supposed to sleep?”

Three other monsters followed suit. All the back and forth yelling made each insult inaudible; blending into the next. The by standing monsters waited with bated breath on where this would lead. One of the monsters yelled in the human’s face. When the armor-clad human pressed the monster back to which he was shoved in retaliation everything erupted like a volcano. The humans stared threatening the monsters who were continuing their advance and shouting. It all happened so fast. No one could comprehend what had happened. One moment they were arguing, then one human knocked a monster down with the butt of his rifle, sending him to the snow-covered ground.

“You son of a bi—” The monster began, but… he was unable to finish his sentence.

The human raised his gun and without a flinch or hesitation shot the monster clean between the eyes sending blood and dust everywhere. Screams pierced the sky while mothers ran inward, holding their children close. The same children were turning to look back and cry various cries of “why” unanswered by their parents. The early demise of the monster was repeated with the other three that had dared to challenge the humans. Each monster fell to the ground with a loud and disgustingly wet thud. It took a lot for Sans’ stomach to turn but seeing the already dusting bodies desecrated by a kick to the head to move them over or a step on the body almost made him vomit. He glanced up at Papyrus whose eyes were wide.

“Anyone else?!” One of the humans, no… one of those monsters yelled to the crowds. It was no surprise that none answered his rhetorical question. They no doubt would not hesitate to pull the trigger on anyone without bias.

“Listen up! If any of you creatures step out of line again, you’ll meet the same fate as your dusted friends here!” Another human threatened. “You are no longer citizens of Ebott City! You will not leave unless you’re escorted by a human and the visit is approved. And if I catch an inkling of you using some magic, you’ll meet the end of our guns. Do you understand?”

Silence.

“He said: Do! You! Understand?!” Whimpers and cries dotted the crowd while heads nodded. “That’s what I thought! Now get settled into your new… lovely home.”

Left alone to their devices, Sans had to tear his eyes away from the place where the monsters had been shot… murdered. Fear shook him when he realized he had lost sight of his friends. Him and Papyrus were the only familiar faces in sight. With guards posted at every corner, thoughts of his friend’s dust scattering to the four winds seemed too real and too close for comfort.

“SANS…” Papyrus’ soft voice called Sans from his thoughts. “WHAT DID WE DO WRONG…?”

“nothing paps.”

“THEN WHY…? WE’RE ALL SUPPOSED TO BE FRIENDS! WHY…”

I wish i could answer your question, paps… i really do.

Monsters had broken into smaller groups; most likely familiar faces, friends, or family. From there, the looks in their eyes were unanimous. None of them knew what to do from there. Sans included. He tried to separate his own pain from the situation and focus solely on the objectives. Young children were freezing as they had been taken without preparation. Some of them were still in work clothes from the odd and very rare job. Others seemed to be taken right from their beds as they had pajamas on and were standing in the snow with no shoes on.

Feeling more lost than he had ever felt in the Underground, Sans almost fell into the snow himself and broke down in front of Papyrus. Just as his caps were buckling, a warmth radiated from behind.

“Sans. Are you alright?” The skeleton monster turned and let out an exhale of pure relief.

“grillbs.” Sans exhaled and glanced at Papyrus who was still staring at the dusted remains of the murdered monsters. “yeah… i’m alright.”

“Good. Papyrus?”

“…”

“paps.” Sans shook his brother’s shoulder which brought him back to reality. He blinked and looked over at Grillby, too lost in his own thoughts to realize Grillby had found them.

“GRILLBY.” Papyrus said and looked around. “WE LOST OUR OTHER FRIENDS…”

“All of them?”

“… yes.”

Grillby ran a hand through the crackling flame above his head. Sans could see the wheels turning in his best friend’s head. He was glad that one of them was still level-headed enough to think straight. He looked at the children who were holding tightly onto their parents and the parents who had given their coats or shoes to their children.

“First things first: Sans. Help me find barrels. Surely there are some still around if the homes are… somewhat standing.”

A flicker of understanding crossed Sans’ sockets. He had to pull it together. If not for himself then for Papyrus. He nodded and exhaled, trying to ignore how cold he was getting. “paps… help grillbs find some barrels. i’ll try and find some wood.” Papyrus gave a curt nod and went off with Grillby.

Sans canvased the area. He didn’t want to get too close to any of the armored humans lest they find some reason to just shoot him. They all seemed a little high on adrenaline and a little trigger happy after the murders… He found a small cluster of short trees and bushes, tearing off limbs and dead pine needles. He stuffed those into his jacket and shorts pockets to make room for more. He would have to make more than one trip to carry a significant amount.

When Sans reached the unspoken rendezvous point, he saw Grillby and Papyrus rolling a rusted and holey barrel each. Panicked, terrified, and freezing monsters looked at each other and rushed to help. The vessels for what would become fires were placed at the entrance of alleyways in neutral areas not favoring either the housed nor the street monsters. Sans put a few twigs and pine needles into each barrel. A small child, probably about the age of 9 held a few logs in their little arms. Sans distributed them among the fire pits. When he was happy enough and sure that these would be the beginnings of decent fires, he looked at his friend. Grillby simply nodded and placed a hand over the wood, catching it on fire. The crackling of the newly kindled fires seemed to light some hope into the hearts of the shivering monsters.

“Let’s all search for more barrels. We can split into separate teams; one for wood, another for barrels or some other sort of vessel to house fire.” Grillby instructed. “Spread the word… and with any luck we’ll all be here tomorrow to move forward.” The last part was murmured mostly to himself, but Sans was close enough to hear it.

Sans couldn’t think of a different time where monsters had worked together in a cohesive unit as they were now. All children were huddled around the fires trying their hardest to gather the warmth while the more adult monsters meandered around, scavenging to find the essentials for their nighttime survival. Anything that remotely looked like a vessel capable of housing a flame, Sans investigated. He dusted the snow off several containers; alerting the others in his group when he had found some that were suitable just to go and search for others. If some of these didn’t pan out they’d have no other second options. This place was a death sentence. They all knew it, but none had the heart or the guts to say it. Within a couple of hours, only five containers were found. Wood and other flammable items were set ablaze by Grillby’s touch. After the last was lit, Sans noticed something about Grillby. His friend, usually bright and shining was dim, lightly cracking, and visibly shaking from the chilled breeze. Inanimate fires took tending and constant care in any kind of breeze to prevent their extinction.

“grillbs.” Sans muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. His mittens had been inside the house back in the city, so his fingers were chilled to their marrow finding it hard to move them. “let’s get inside.”

“Sans. There could still be more out there.”

“if ya die, we’ll never know.”

“I’m—”

“bullshit. you’re looking like you’re on your last ember.”

“IT’S TRUE GRILLBY!” Papyrus agreed, coming up behind them. “YOU LOOK VERY TERRIBLE.”

Grillby chuckled and looked at his friends. “Alright. You win.”

With the crunching snow beneath their feet, the three friends trudged to Sans’ home. He had no where touched the door when cries came from behind them. They looked at a mother who was holding a child who had passed out in the snow. The boy’s lips were blue, and snow was clumped onto his fur.

“Sam… Sammy!” The dog monster begged, shaking her unresponsive son. “Sammy! Please wake up!” Her cries continued to get louder the more she shook her son. “Please don’t leave me!”

“hey…” He called, catching the woman’s attention. He jerked his head to the door. “bring him in here.”

“Y-You have a home?” The woman cried, holding her freezing son.

Sans nodded. The woman stood up scooping up her son and clutching him close to her chest. He looked over at Grillby. Behind his glasses, Sans saw understanding eyes. He pushed open the door to his home and ushered the woman in. The woman had no more than entered the home when a horde of scampering steps surrounded his home.

“You have a home?”

“Is there a fire?”

“Please! Take my daughter!”

“And my son!”

“Please!”

“My daughter is sick… Please don’t leave her out here!”

Sans’ sockets widened. Monsters were pushing each other, pleading their cases. Every time Sans met the eyes of one of the children, he felt part of him shatter. They all looked broken and helpless. His house was hardly big enough for the three of them, but…

“…”

“Please! Don’t let them die…”

“YES! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL TAKE THE SICK CHILDREN INSIDE!”

One by one, sick and freezing children entered his home. When he peeked inside, his already cramped home was becoming worse with each passing second. When Sans’ home was almost full to the brim with children and some parents, he shook his head.

“i’m sorry… but i can’t help anymore.”

“What about my child?” One monster yelled. “Why are their children more important?!”

“NO ONE IS—”

“Then why won’t you help!?” One man cried, holding his daughter. “We have to help each other.”

“I’m sorry…” Grillby said.

The monster that was holding his daughter looked at the small girl and then held her out. “Then… please just take her. I just need her to be warm. Please.”

Grillby took the little girl who huddled up against the fire monster, teeth audibly chattering. “Be safe.” The monster said. He took a small doll out of his pocket and handed it to the small girl, petting his daughter between her ears. He looked at Grillby, Sans, and Papyrus. “Thank you.”

“Daddy…?” The little girl called, reaching out her small paw for him.

“Daddy loves you Annabelle.” He said and kissed her forehead. “Sleep well.”

When the monster backed into the crowd of monsters that had been unable to enter the home, Grillby and Papyrus walked inside. Sans turned to the group, “…i’m sorry…” He apologized. “we have no more room.” Despite all the children that had been allowed into the home, there were still so many more in the group that had been denied. “try some of the other homes… that’s all i can say.”

“Wait! You can’t—"

A door had never sounded so loud or so final as when he separated himself from the monsters on the outside. He looked at the little girl—Annabelle—that had been entrusted to Grillby. She held onto his vest for dear life, curling into a ball against his chest. Each parent was huddling into a certain corner of the home with their children. He felt like he was in a sardine can with how clumped together they were. Papyrus had given the little boy—Sammy—his bed. His mother was crying, tucking in the still unresponsive boy. The mother’s cries caused some of the previously silent children to start crying.

Sans didn’t know how long he listened to the children crying or the mothers and fathers trying to console him. He was unsure how many times the small children had said “I’m cold” to their guardian. Sitting in a corner with Papyrus, he tried not to think of the families he had exiled into the cold for lack of space. Ebott’s winters were harsh and unforgiving. With the breeze that was roaring outside, he didn’t want to think about how cold it was out there. How he wished to be back in his home with the heat on. The humans probably had their heaters turned on full blast tonight.

Humans.

Frisk.

After all the fighting that Sans and Frisk had done, he never thought that she would stoop to something so low. If she was that mad at him, he would’ve just made sure that he stayed out of her path, so they had to never run into each other again. She didn’t need to exile all the monsters from Ebott City to get rid of him. If it meant that Papyrus would’ve been in their home and that all these families would’ve been in their home, Sans would’ve just left Ebott. There was absolutely no need for this. He laid his head against the wall and exhaled and closed his sockets. This wasn’t the best sleeping position, but after what Frisk had done to them, it’s what he had to deal with in this tightly packed sardine can.

“You did all you could.” Sans had nearly fallen asleep when he heard the voice. He opened his sockets and looked towards the voice.

Grillby looked just as bad as when they had got inside the home. His friend was leaning against the wall in the now silent home. One hand was resting inside the fireplace to keep the fire in the home, and himself, burning while the other was on Annabelle’s back. The little girl had fallen asleep and was no doubt comfortable against the flame monster’s chest.

“maybe…” Sans whispered back with a sigh. To his right, Papyrus had fallen asleep. He reached over and tugged the one raggedy comforter he had brought with him over his brother. “it doesn’t feel like enough.”

“It never will.”

“now what do we do?” Sans asked, looking up at the ceiling and listening to the harsh wind outside. They must all be so cold…

“Take it one day at a time.” Grillby answered. “That’s all we can do. Tomorrow… the emotions will have died down a little. Then we can think of a plan on how to live.”

“you mean survive?”

“At first. But then live. Then thrive.”

Sans chuckled bitterly. They were fighting just to live. The thought of them thriving in this… this… this death sentence was laughable. They hadn’t just been exiled. They had been thrown away, left to die and rot out of the sight and mind of humans. He couldn’t even see them surviving until next week let alone thriving here. He didn’t want to tell Grillby that, though. His friend was most likely thinking the same thing. If one of them had enough in them to stay positive, the other would have to give just as much. He was so drained… he was having a hard time keeping his sockets open. Grillby was silent for a long time and soft snores indicated that his friend had fallen asleep. His sockets closed, unable to deny his body the slumber it craved.

Faint yelling stirred Sans. Everyone was sleeping other than Grillby. He still held Annabelle cradled to his chest but had stood up and was looking out the window. Sans grunted, feeling his spine pop when he stood up, tucking Papyrus in with what bit of the comforter he had used last night. He stepped over legs, fins, and wings to get to the window.

“The humans are building something.” Grillby murmured, not turning to look at Sans.

“building?” Sans echoed, still groggy from his less than peaceful sleep.

“Yeah, you know, the opposite of destruction?”

Sans chuckled and shook his head, “i didn’t think they had the capability for that.”

It was only then that Grillby turned to him, “Sans—”

A loud, jarring sound shook the ground waking everyone in the house all at once. The younger children started crying and clinging onto the parents. The devastation surfacing in their parents’ eyes when they realized that this hadn’t in fact been a dream. This was the new reality given to them by the very person who had given them their hope.

“WHAT WAS THAT?” Papyrus asked, now awake and standing fully alert by his side.

Sans said nothing and went to the door and opened it, walking outside. Some of the monsters had woken up from the sound that had shaken the earth beneath their feet while others remained sleeping near the fire. Some others left the house and stood around to take in the view.

At the front, humans dressed in the black commando outfits that had delivered them to their new… “home” stood by some others in yellow hardhats and ugly neon green safety vests. A large piece of metal with various grooves etched in it had been slammed into a hole that had most likely been placed there the previous night while they all slept. He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“What the hell is this?” Grillby murmured, twisting and turning his head to get a better view. Sans shrugged and moved towards the crowd and through to get a better look. Another of those metal poles was being released into another hole. So far, there was a total of four.

“What is that?”

“What are they going to do with us?”

“Is it going to hurt us?”

Sans ignored the chattering and gave a sour laugh when metal stripes and wire were connected between two of the metal poles. Instantly, he understood what this was. This wasn’t a home anymore—if it was even one in the first place. This was a prison. Most likely a prison where they would all of them would perish. Where the next generations would come to perish until the ground beneath them were nothing but bones of monsters from generations to come. This is the place where they’d go extinct.

“Is… that what I think it is?” Grillby asked, rubbing Annabelle’s back.

“yeah.” Sans said, “a fence.”

“Listen up!” One of the humans yelled into a megaphone. His croaky voice only heightened from the crackling in the megaphone. “This here gon’ keep all you cretins in line. This here be an anti-magic fence! None of y’all are gon’ be able to use them damned tricks of get outta here. And don’t even get it in ya fucked up heads that ya can break it. Ya touch it, and you’re dead. Either we’ll shoot ya or the fence will shock ya so much you’ll wish we killed ya.”

Sans’ sockets widened. It was a wider version of what the cell doors at the jail were made up of. That would explain why it shocked him. It responds to magic. If his deduction was correct, then that would mean that those bars and their anti-magic properties were the source of his depletion of magic. Funny that those humans had thought of something so terrible and just… evil if they hadn’t been planning on using it from the beginning.

“And if’n ya cross this line up here.” The 20 packs of cigarettes a day human pointed to a yellow pole. “Before the project is finished, you’ll be punished. Got it?”

The monsters that were close to the pole quickly moved away and ran to another part of the slum. Sans looked around. The fires were still weakly burning. All attention was on the fence being steadily built. He couldn’t help but find it funny. Countless times, complaints had been filed throughout the city about potholes in the road and it took months to get a small hole fixed, but he bet this large fence would be completely surrounding them by the end of the day.

“Daddy…?” Sans turned and saw that Annabelle had woken up and was blinking her big amber eyes at Grillby. “Where’s my daddy?”

Sans looked around and saw her father resting at the entrance of one of the alleyways by the house. Seeing Grillby look around, Sans jerked his thumb at the monster. Grillby sat the little feline monster down and watched her trot the small space over to where her father was.

“Morning Daddy!” Annabelle called. “Time to wake up!” The innocent smile that was on her face faded when her father didn’t move or make any notion that he had heard her. “…Daddy?” She called again, shaking him.

“Oh no…” Grillby murmured.

“Daddy, why won’t you wake up?”

Papyrus looked at Annabelle. The worry on her face was increasing with every unanswered call. Sans furrowed his brow bones and closed his sockets. He had read about this. Usually, when monsters died, they turned to dust. However, when a monster… froze to death, their soul was still preserved as it hadn’t been pierced or the body hadn’t received any external wounds, their body was preserved as well. Like a human’s corpse.

“Daddy? Wake up! Wake up Daddy!”

With the little feline girl’s traumatic cries, he thought it would’ve been more merciful had her father just turned to dust. Seeing a dead monster’s body wasn’t a common thing and each monster who observed the sight instantly tried to wake any sleeping monster by them. Some of them woke up, more of them did not.

Grillby went over to Annabelle and picked her up, taking her from the scene. She screamed, and Sans tried to drown out the sound it pierced right through him, right through all of them. Even though she fought and even though she was young, she clearly understood death. Perhaps her mother had died sometime prior. She stopped fighting and could only watch when she turned into Grillby’s chest and cry each tear that touched his body being released as smoke which soon evaporated in the cool air. Yet, he didn’t stop her from mourning even though every drop of her tears hurt him. There was a reason Grillby said that he never touched water.

Sans hadn’t thought that they would need to dedicate a spot in this community to a graveyard so soon. No graveyard should have this many bodies in it as soon as it opens. Unable to find a shovel, Sans volunteered to make the grave for Annabelle’s father, with her permission. Grillby was holding the crying girl while Papyrus was trying to find something to use for a headstone. Sans brushed some snow from the ground and dug his phalanges into the dirt, digging into it. The other monsters that had offered to make graves for the deceased, nameless or otherwise, followed his example while others were canvasing for anyone else that may not have survived the frozen night. With each clump of dirt that Sans pulled from the hole, he wondered if one day he would be buried like this; here. Would he have to bury his friends here like this if they hadn’t survived the night? What if… one day he had to do this for Papyrus? His nonexistent stomach lurched at the thought of having to lay his only family down into the crudely made grave.

He stood up and rubbed his dirty hands on his shorts. The taller and more well-built monsters, like Aaron, took the frozen bodies to the graves and placed them in a hole while Sans assisted in covering the bodies up. When the snow started to melt, and the soil followed in turn, the bodies would most likely turn to dust. He was thankful that Annabelle wouldn’t have to see that. While the little girl was strong, he didn’t think of any child, or even adult, that could be sane after seeing that.

Winter was quite possibly the worst time for this to have happened. Food would be scarce, and he was finding it hard to believe that the humans would help them out like that. While monsters could survive without food for a longer period of time than humans could, when the descent started, it would quickly escalate. As if one of the monsters was reading his mind, they spoke,

“What are we going to do about food?”

“You’re right… We have to start thinking ahead now.”

Sans listened to the monsters throw out ideas. All stupid ones. Try and sneak out. Try and beg for food. They’d either die from the fence or a gunshot. Begging for food? It would probably just get them the same results. No. They’d have to think of something else.

“THAT’S A VERY STUPID IDEA! YOU WILL GET HARMED. DIDN’T YOU HEAR THAT SPEECH? IS YOUR HEARING BAD?”

“The fuck did you just say?”

“OH! SO, IT IS!” Papyrus said and smiled brightly. “OKAY! I’LL TELL YOU, HE—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“BUT IF I DO THAT, HOW WILL YOU—” Papyrus was cut off by a monster punching Papyrus, knocking him against one of the buildings.

Sans’ sockets darkened, and he grabbed onto the arm of the monster and threw him to the ground. Without a moment’s hesitation, he slammed his foot onto the chest of the large dog monster earning a pained grunt from it. The commotion produced a large circle to form around the confrontation.

“Get your foot off me!” The monster yelled, trying to pry his foot off, but Sans only pushed harder shoving his hands into his pockets like it was no big deal.

“you like preying on the weak?” Sans asked, shoving harder. If he had this much power over this monster, he must have a high level of violence. Grillby must’ve noticed as well as he pulled out to get Annabelle out of there. The little girl didn’t need to see what would happen if this went south. Sans raised a brow bone when the monster grunted in pain.

“SANS, THAT’S PROBABLY HURTING HIM.” Papyrus said, rubbing his jaw.

“H-Hey get off me…” The monster grunted, again trying to pry Sans’ foot off him. “L-Look I’m sorry…”

“WELL HE APOLGOIZED. HE LEARNED HIS LESSON.” The innocent smile of his brother had returned. Since there were no marks on Papyrus, Sans slowly lifted his foot taunting the monster with the slow promise of returning the deprived oxygen.

“G e t   o u t   o f   m y   s i g h t.” Sans ordered when he took his foot fully off his chest. “N o w.”

The monster scampered to his feet and ran as far in the opposite direction as he could away from Sans until he was out of sight. The white pinpricks returned, and he looked at his brother. Some of the surrounding monsters stared in awe as others stared in terror. He smiled at both and examined Papyrus’ skull. Just as he thought, no marks or chips.

“well, ya always seem to get in all sorts of trouble, don’t ya?”

“OF COURSE! I AM THE GREAT AND MAGNIFICANT PAPYRUS!”

Sans shoved his hands in his pockets and turned to the group of where that monster had belonged to in the first place. “it is a stupid idea, but, do what you want.” He said and left, heading back to find Grillby with Papyrus at his side. It didn’t matter where or who it was, if his brother was threatened, he’d raise his own level of violence to save him. Even if it had to be the highest of anyone, he would do it without a second thought.

There were monsters trying to forage some berries and others were finding more wood for the fires dotting the central part of the slums. If they wanted to survive, they’d have to work as a cohesive unit. Since they were all in the same boat, maybe they’d be able to do that. They were living, breathing beings as well. Each with different opinions of people, so the notion of a utopia where each monster fully accepted the other and helped without desiring anything in exchange was pure idealism. First thing was first, he’d have to find Grillby and Annabelle. From then, each of them could sit together and come up with a game plan.

“I’m telling you I do have the document!” A muffled voice caught his attention. “If you’d shut up for a fucking minute, you’d have heard that!”

Sans found Grillby and Annabelle outside the home, staring at the guards at the front. They were in a heated argument with a young woman who was waving some papers in her hand. He raised a brow bone and shielding his sockets from the bright sun he saw a young woman standing there. She was arguing with the man, but she slammed the papers into the man’s chest. Before he could grab them, she let go and they fell to the ground. When she turned, he was able to vaguely see that she had brown hair.

“Sans!” The young woman called and ran passed the guards and headed further into the slums.

Frisk.

#Mikuxmew85 #fanfiction #fanfic #Undertale #Frans #Sans x Frisk #Frisk x Sans #Trouble

[keelywolfe]

Ficlet: Koi No Yokan

Summary: Koi No Yokan (n.) (Japanese) lit. "Premonition of Love"; the sense one can have upon first meeting another person that the two of them are going to fall in love.

Notes: A prequel to the series that shows how our boys first met. Naturally, they get along like a house on fire...one that burned all the way to the ground and salted the earth. Also on AO3

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It was late on the third day of their arrival and Papyrus was pacing again.

The Sanses were sitting at the kitchen table, surrounded by papers filled with equations, messy writing and scribbles. It was obvious that the cheery little Blueberry one had little idea of what the other two were discussing and yet, he remained, listening intently as Sans…no. As Red and Sans spoke in words that Papyrus knew and yet he could hardly understand them, their scientific lingo beyond his comprehension.

The other Papyrus, their host, was sitting in one corner, his relentless cheer subdued as he considered fiercely. He was trying to think of nicknames, Papyrus knew. They'd all reluctantly agreed to allow their hosts to use their true names and the others had agreed to take nicknames. Sans, in a demonstration of clear disregard, had dubbed the other Sanses Red and Blue, and while his brother hadn't much cared, the little Blueberry had glowed in delight. That had led to the other Papyrus deciding he would find, according to him, the very best nicknames possible for his alternates, as though they were pets to be named.

It was disgusting. Papyrus's bones crawled and contempt lingered sourly in his throat, but for the moment, his options were limited.

This was their world and while Papyrus might be able to overtake them, the effective word was might. Sans was LV 1 but then so was Red and Papyrus knew exactly what his brother was capable of. There were also the others to consider and though the cheery little Blueberry didn't seem like any more of a threat than his piece of shit brother, Papyrus had learned long ago the dangers of underestimating his opponents.

He stalked past the sofa again and nearly tripped over the third Papyrus, who was slouched back with his legs stretched out in front of him. Papyrus grimaced, appalled at his mental near-pun. This one had been agreeable to being called Stretch, as their host Papyrus had gleefully suggested. From the other's attitude, Papyrus suspected he would have answered to anything, so long as no one forced him to choose a name himself.

It was difficult to resist the urge to simply kick his legs out of the way. Difficult, but prudent; he'd Checked all of them when they'd arrived and this one had HP similar to his brother's. Instead, Papyrus snarled at him, "If you're just going to lie around, why don't you go someplace else and get out of the way of those of us who are trying to be useful!"

Stretch opened his sockets, barely, "if you're just going to be an asshole, why don't you fuck off someplace else and let the rest of us have some peace?"

Anger flared hotly and Papyrus caught him by the front of his sweatshirt, hauling him up, "What did you call me?"

It was difficult to say what was more disconcerting, the fact that a Monster with such low HP didn't so much as flinch away from him or his easy smirk. "careful there, lover. i like the rough stuff but if you dust me before midnight, all the other princesses will get jealous." 

Not in the least afraid; he didn't sound as if he even cared.

"play nice, you two," Came from the other side of the room and Papyrus glared daggers at their host...who also didn't flinch from him, his eye lights pale and steady. Yet another reason to be wary of these alternates, either they were insane or they had secrets that had yet to be revealed. His brother gave him a warning look, his eye lights dropping to where Papyrus was still holding the other Papyrus. They needed to be cautious, yes, until they knew what they were dealing with.

"we're fine," Stretch called to them. He tipped his head to the side, looking up at Papyrus, "aren't we, lover?"

"Stop," Papyrus ground out.

Stretch ran an orange tongue over his teeth, his voice low and unnervingly sultry, "oh come on, don’t pretend you don’t want it. after all, i’m you, and isn't yourself what you care about the most?"

That didn't bear answering; he didn’t owe this fool anything. Disgusted, Papyrus growled, "You are nothing like me." To his dismay, the other only tipped his head back and laughed, the sound of it was chilling, wintry cold. Like nothing he’d heard from him and for the first time, Papyrus noticed that for all the time he’d been sleeping, the circles under Stretch's sockets were dark and deep. The Blueberry looked up in obvious concern, his chair creaking as he made to stand. Stretch quieted and gave his brother an easy smile, shaking his head. Blue didn’t look convinced but he settled back into his chair. "no, i'm really not, i think that much is fucking obvious, killer. you gonna hold me up all night?" Stretch mocked. "gonna pluck me like a flower? he loves me, he loves me not."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Papyrus snarled, dropping him.

"so many things," he sighed. He pulled a silver lighter out of the front pocket of his hoodie, flipping it through his fingers with a light clatter. He spoke again, softly enough that Papyrus had to strain to hear him. "it doesn't matter what they do, we aren't going back home."

"What?" Papyrus leaned in, frowning.

"i've already gone through the equations. even if they could get the machine to work, there's no guarantee that there's a home to get back to." He flapped a limp hand around them. "this is the world now and we all get to live in it."

Papyrus didn't want to believe it, couldn't imagine why he should…and yet…he sank down to sit next to his alternate, giving the others a furtive look, "Why haven't you said something?" he hissed, low.

"eh, i'm not so great at giving bad news," Stretch shrugged. "look at them, though. sans already knows, but what the fuck does he care, this is his 'verse. he's just waiting for your bro to figure it out and he's getting there, but he's trying not to. it'll be a while."

Papyrus scowled; that made no sense. "Why wouldn't he want to—"

The other Papyrus gave him a withering look. "why do you think? so he doesn't have to tell you. what i can’t figure out is if it’s because he’s scared of you or for you." He smirked coldly, nudging him with an elbow. "go on, go tell him you know, confirm some theories for me."

Papyrus didn’t move. Stretch sighed and shrugged, "okay, be that way. anyway, see you around, lover," he offered Papyrus a sour smile. "we're all gonna be here a while." He stood up and shuffled towards the table, his shoelaces trailing behind him. "sans?" Three skeletons looked up and Stretch snorted, shaking his head. "just the sans who can give me directions is fine. do they have cigarettes in this place or am i giving them up for lent?"

Sans looked at the others. At Red, who was still feverishly writing, at the Blueberry, who kept glancing at his brother, his starry eyes filled with concern.  "yeah. c'mon, i’ll go with you."

He hopped down from his chair, zipping his hoodie, and Stretch followed him outside, neither of them so much as glancing behind them. Papyrus sat on the sofa, his thoughts churning nauseatingly, and he jerked when their host Papyrus stepped up next to him.

His eye lights never wavered, even as Papyrus had to dismiss the bone attack he'd automatically summoned. "I've decided on a nickname for you," Papyrus announced happily. There was something in his expression, some kind of determination that said he shouldn't be underestimated. Perhaps none of these others were as they appeared. "I think you should be Edge, since you are the Edgy version of me!" Ridiculous. He was the Great and Terrible Papyrus, he owned nothing to any of these fools. This is the world and we all get to live in it. "Fine," Papyrus, no, Edge said curtly. "That's fine."

Edge was just fine.

 -finis-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #us!papyrus #uf!papyrus #underswap #underfell #by any other name #ficlet series vocabulary

[underroleau]

underrole chapter 5

https://underroleau.tumblr.com/post/171328753493/underrole-prologuealphys at the center of attention was a little shy: mm mm we wait another person and i start talk...soo plss...sit and  and wait a second. --Embarrassing silence.....The silence is interrupted by a knock on the door-- -alphys walk to the door and open it revealing asgore to the other side- toriel irritated: you!   asgore A little scared: calm down toriel -putting the hand in front for stop an aggression-  toriel: calm down after all you have do?! asgore walking slow back: i'm here only to talk  undyne stop the fight: ok ,stop your..everything you are doing and  calm down, alphys need to talk - undyne whispering to asgore- wow that is your ex? alphys pressured:  i start,-coff coff- last night something ,,someone was attacked,   me and wave toriel thundering with his eyes asgore:  someone? asgore a little scared: is not my fault. undyne: who face i have to stomp!!! alphys: calm down undyne, toriel you have to c-calm down to.  -sigh- that  creature....i don't know what he do but i see something..more than something undyne much confused: something what? you see the future like in the anime???

""alphys"" no undyne more like the past....or the present....the future? i don’t know.....let me try to explain -alphys sit  before keep talk, the other sit to and sans was drinking ketchup already sit from the start-  last night i see a thing,that thing  attack wave and i.. was trying to eat him? i’m not sure what happen or what that thing was doing,  i  trying to free wave but i got eat to and i ...i sans; came on alphys split the bone to us. undyne: you  -confused- what? alphys: i don't really know what to say but i was in a room toriel: a room? what you mean? alphys:  you  will not believe me... i just wake up in a room with a human and .... a flower -alphys watch away for some second- i don’t know how explain but a lot of event happen in front of me without  possibility to stop them. the human room, toriel,  a experiment, i hear the word mum from that human,  i don’t know how explain. toriel: mum?!  -toriel try to stand up but asgore extending a hand stop her- asgore shake the head as say: not now.   -toriel thundering again asgore before calm down. alphys: i can’t explain but  i hear much thing without a real logic .  i just say them: the human talk about  a reset,  the dream or what was was on the surfice, you toriel was holding the human hand and the human seem fine along monster.....all end in confusion, in a same moment i change prospective , i i don’t know i can explain but i was that human just for few second and i fall in the machine ....then papyrus ..stop -the other are a little shocked- toriel:  so you are saying:   the part of be his mother It is not so strange to imagine but a flower? and a mother of who? the only child i have is .....with the other -toriel thundering again asgore- alphys at that moment was thinking to don't tell about flowey:  yes and ""undyne stop alphys"" wait the solution is easy ! we have only to found who attack  the human..oh right Wave! toriel:or we can just talk to it undyne jump in stand position:  that thing attack alphys ! i won’t just talk with it! toriel standing up: violence isn’t an answer!. sans: chill girls  alphys is  in panic alphys shaking:  let.let me finish,ok..pls.... toriel/undyne: sorry. alphys: in short , the human came from another place and now is well. asgore standing up:i know is much to ask right now but we can't use is soul?   toriel angry stop asgore: again with that story, for that i was in the ruin! why you do that!?  why all that child??you can just took the first and go outside and took the other! and not make suffer all those innocent child! asgore: tory i  toriel; don't say toriel to me  i..i  grrr...-toriel calm down-   i  i go check wave *she walk away* -undyne have a face like..wow- alphys: no we can't use his soul, i don’t know if we actually can touch it another thing to  explain "sans throwing the pop corn away say:  well wave is not so bad and for now i won't see anybody d  -sans stop-. oh before i forgot wave say to be careful if you  see something really bad or feel to run alphys: sans! my floor and  something bad? -sans was already vanish-... asgore: for now is better if i return to the castle and wait toriel go away *he watch the ring in his finger*  sigh  undyne  watch the new ,,,wave *he walk away* undyne:yes! -after asgore go away- geez poor asgore, she beat him down  but i respect that woman..-She realizes to be  alone with alphys-  ...hi hi i have  to prepare ..thing for tomorrow send that human to meee *she run away "alphys" wait undyn..*to late*---sigh.. let's see toriel  *she go to the elevator* -elevator music....ding ding the door open- *a voice*  stay back  ! alphys a little annoyed: and now what?!!!!!! CAN I HAVE 5 MINUTE! -she run slow and after open the door she see toriel ready to fight with endogeny and wave sleep-  wait wait!!!!! -she dash  between toriel and endogeny-  he is good don't be angry is only came to check wave..right endogeny -endogeny jump up and down- see is good now turn off the fire pls toriel turning off the fire and watching wave say: oh sorry i wasn't know about that, anyway what he -she watch endogeny- him and  what is this place?this should be a ...a... what is this place? alphys terrorized: a old lab from the old ...mm...and well his dog... don't worry about that-she move the hand for distract toriel- wave is ok? toriel: the fever is gone  now he need to rest -she say walking for the elevator- but  he need some fresh air and i'm coming to check late -watch alphys bad- i hope to find him again alphys gulp seeing toriel go away:  ....fiuuu and now ... to tired i sleep here tonight  -alphys  go in a bed and fall asleep instant checking the phone but no signal- --the next morning--    wave wake up alphys screaming: alphysssss!!!!   alphys jump up screaming and land on the floor: WHAT WHAT???’ WHAT HAPPEN? -she raise the head and see wave riding endogeny- wave:  is fantastic i have a new friend! alphys with an high breath: ...you almost kill me!.!. wait i have to send you to undyne, yawn .. can you pls go to her house? wave on endogeny:  we go ! alphys jump up: wait endogeny can't exit ! endogeny stop jump around the room: oh, but he want to go outside with me alphys: “think alphys..mmm...mmm”  if he exit, i have to ground him! no more sweet? -endogeny make a small cry and wave  jump down to him- wave:  i’ll be back later -endogeny  make a bark and dirty wave from the foot to the head- eheheh , see you later my friend  alphys: wave take this cup of..-wave was vanish-....i hate them so much when they do this !!!! -wave already out was sprint for undyne house- -undyne stomping on the ground. he  is late ...arghhh i go see if wave: I’M HERE !!! -landing on undyne- undyne:  arghhh move from me -she say kick him away- ...asgore tell me to watch you but i'm not your mother! wave: you are going to show me the spear again?!? undyne: you have hear what i say to you ? -wave eyes shine- undyne with a strange face: you are a weird guys but you remind me someone...for today i’m going to judge if you are danger, you see that dummy? -wave shake the head-    attack him with your magic! wave: yesss!!!!! what is my magic ?  -he make a big smile- undyne touching the eye:.. i need much patience......focus and i don’t know, shake the hand. your magic should be something natural, i can’t explain. -wave move the finger- undyne sigh: ...THROW A ROCK , PUNCH HIM DO SOMETHING !!!  wave: ohhh!  -wave grab a little rock- like this?!! -he throw the rock to the dummy with all his force- undyne: like this !  -the rock bounce on the dummy moving it and bouncing in all the room- undyne :  !  !!!   -the rock hit undyne on the head but she almost don’t feel it-  wait what? but nothing?  i... i give up !!! -she summon a spear- a fight resolve everything! -she strike to wave- wave go down: wow  -undyne attack again and wave move on the left-  wow! -another strike another dodge-  this spear is shining ! -wave say dodging and touching the spear- undyne:ARGHHH stop dodge and fight me ! show me what you can do ! wave: yes !!-wave summoner a 3 color lance- undyne: finally !!! something  -before undyne finish her sentence the spear melt falling on the floor like a little fire- ....this is a joke? wave scratch the head:  mm i want a spear. -undyne charge- undyne: don’t think ! fight back! push me back ! wave: that easy ! -wave shot a blue color mass of light from the hand hitting undyne - undyne: finally something !-she try to pierce the mass but after touch it, she bounce back hitting the wall but again no sensation from it-   a little weak! but is something! -she throw the spear to wave and wave dodge easy-  you need MORE?!?!?! -she summon around 30 spear-  wave: woooooow! sparky !!! undyne: don’t  compliment your enemy !!! attack !!! -the spears aim to wave- wave: as you ask !  -wave make a red mass and like a wave throw to the spears, the spears  got dragged away and vanish in that wave of energy- undyne: oh-oh -undyne cross the arms as a shield,the big wave push her back against the wall and push her breaking the wall behind her and get her stuck but again no sensation from that attack just a little hot sensation- wave: ahah i win undyne start laugh:  AHHAHHAHA i have to admit!!! that was spectacular ! -she walk to wave- you have done a great job  -she pet wave- wave: thanks !!!! undyne rush behind him and attack with an hug: but you should  understand, than the fight isn’t end !!! -she suplex wave with all her might smashing him on the floor- wave:..... undyne releasing him on the floor:  ahah now i win, something to say ? wave:that. undyne: that? wave: WAS AMAZING !!!!!!!! undyne: you are a weird one but i like  that! -she pick up wave from the duster-  but -she smash him down again- don’t try to joke with me again or i’ll kill you . wave: ok! undyne walk to the house: get up and came inside. wave:ok!!!! -wave start walk for the house watching around smiling- CHAPTER 4  chapter 3! CHAPTER 2 ! CHAPTER 1! PROLOGUE

#underrole #chapter #chapter 5

[tyranttortoise]

What would each of the skeletons' reaction be upon hearing their love interest does not reciprocate their feelings and that they love someone else instead?

Sans:

Sans is chill about it.  He didn’t flat-out tell you he was interested; instead, he directly asked you who you were interested in.  You’re a good friend of his, so it’s relatively easy for Sans to reign in his feelings with a dose of apathy and keep talking to you as if nothing has changed – which, in the long run, it hasn’t!  He didn’t get his hopes up.  And there’s nothing wrong with just being friends and supporting you from the sidelines.

Papyrus:

Papyrus is initially devastated; he thought for certain that you felt the same way about him!  And now you’ll never get to see his Date Power in action!   However, he quickly bounces back, stammering his way through an explanation that he, the GREAT CUPID MASTER PAPYRUS, is going to set you up on a date with your crush.  He pulls out all the stops and makes it happen.  He may still have a crush on you, but he just wants you to be happy – even if it’s with someone else.  After all, if you picked out that person, then your crush must be truly great!

Red:

Red’s hurt, but you’ll never know that.  He doesn’t outright admit his feelings, even though he’s been heavily flirting with you.  Likely, you assume that’s how he always is.  You tell him about the person you like, and he almost flinches, but he covers it up with a shrug and a chuckle.  

*course they wouldn’t like me.  of course.  why’d i have to be so fuckin’ stupid?

He plays it off with a joke, but he stops flirting.  He stops making as much time to hang out with you, too.  He still acts the same, but he’s distancing himself, putting up more and more walls with self-depreciation.  Likely, he’ll get wasted at Grillby’s until Edge straightens him out.

Edge:

The Terrible Papyrus isn’t someone that’s used to rejection.  He finally mustered his courage to tell you his ultimate feelings, and then you turned him down.  

“WHY?” he demands, his voice sharp.  “I AM EVERYTHING THAT YOU COULD WANT!  WHY WOULDN’T YOU WANT TO GO ON A DATE WITH THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS?!  IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE!”

“There’s someone else I already like.  I’m sorry, Papyrus.”  You’re blushing, nervous about the confrontation.  His jaw opens and closes, and then he huffs.  

“VERY WELL.”  He thinks you’re making it up, so he insists you tell him who it is.  Eventually, you admit your crush’s name, and Edge goes out and confronts them immediately, demanding to know if they feel the same – right in front of you.  It either blows up and you get rejected, too, so you know how Edge feels, or it kick-starts you into a new relationship.  Either way, you end up pissed off at Edge, and the two of you don’t talk for a while.  

After a couple of weeks, he sends an apology puzzle.  That helps.  

Blue:

“TH-THAT’S OKAY, HUMAN!  D-DON’T WORRY!  THE MAGNIFICENT SANS… IS GOING TO HELP YOU!  C-CALL ME CUPID MASTER SANS!  MWEH HEH HEH!”

He’s trying not to cry, and his grin is so wide it’s practically manic.  You can see magic swimming in his eyesockets, but he steps back when you try to comfort him.  Instead, he launches into the perfect date scenario for you and your crush.  

You get the feeling it’s the date he wanted to have with you.

After you leave, Stretch plays video games with him until he feels better.  Blueberry still acts the same around you; he’s just as affectionate and happy-go-lucky as ever.  Stretch doesn’t act differently toward you, either.  If anything, he tells you not to worry about it; his brother’s strong.  

But you never forget the way his face looked when you rejected him.  

Stretch:

“so, anyone you like?”

Stretch elbows you in the ribs lightly, leaning toward you.  The two of you always seem to cuddle on the couch; you feel completely at ease whenever you’re around him.  And so, blushing, you confess that you really like someone – someone that’s not him.  You don’t even notice the way his lazy grin twitches.

He hums, asks you question about the crush, and teases you for blushing so hard.  “must really be someone special, huh?”  You nod, and he ruffles your hair.  “good for you, hun.  i hope it works out.”

You never know he has feelings for you.  He never acts differently, he never pulls back from you; nothing changes.  

Blueberry’s the only one that notices something’s amiss.  Stretch isn’t sleeping as much, and he doesn’t notice as many of the tiny details that he used to.  It hurt him, but Stretch is fine just having you as a friend.  He cares about you too much to complicate things by telling you his feelings.

Blackberry:

“THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!”

Blackberry gets pissed off.  The two of you end up in a fight because he’s hurt, dammit, but he doesn’t want you to know just how badly.  You’re the first crush he’s really had, and he doesn’t know how to handle this level of rejection.  So, he lashes out.  He’s cruel toward his brother, toward you, toward anyone around him.  He tells you to get out of his house.  

And it’s only when he’s alone in his room that he actually cries about it.  

He doesn’t reach out to you to repair the friendship.  He’s too proud for that, too confused.  Instead, it’s Mutt that comes over.  He talks to you, tries to explain that things were different Underground and Blackberry doesn’t know how to handle things up here sometimes.  He tries to get you and Blackberry in the same place so things can be smoothed over.  

But if you start dating your crush, Blackberry’s going to pull away completely.  It’s too much for him.  

Mutt:

He’s also a type that doesn’t outright admit he likes you.  No, he discovers you have feelings for someone else when he finds you on a date at Muffet’s.  You introduce your crush, refer to Mutt as your “best friend, Rus”, and Mutt just grins and shakes your crush’s hand.  

The electric buzzer is a bit stronger than usual when your crush yelps and jerks back their hand.  Mutt shrugs as you admonish him and attend to your date.  

“well, i’ll leave you crazy kids to it then.”

He disappears before you can even turn your attention back to him.  

Mutt walks back home in a dark mood, filled with self-loathing.  You’d never like him; he knew that already.  He’s a monster, in more ways than one, and you can do so much better.  He chain smokes dog treats in his basement for a while, not wanting Blackberry to see him in such a state, and then digs into his hidden flask.  He won’t get drunk, but the familiar burn is enough to ground him.  

Blackberry notices something’s amiss because Mutt won’t stop calling him m’lord in private, but he lets it slide.  

You notice Mutt’s work keeps him busier for the next week, and he sends more one word texts than usual, but after a bit, he goes back to being normal.  He just needed some time to feel numb again and let go before he could face you again.

(*Imagine Masterlist)

#undertale imagine #sans #papyrus #underfell #underswap #swapfell #the skeletons deal with rejection #i know my limit is four but i haven't done imagines in a bit #they always get longer then further down the line i go

[andreabandrea]

uh are you still taking prompts? "Wanna hangout on the rooftop? It’s nice tonight" papby

Grill & Chill

--

Papyrus wiped his brow as he finished scrubbing the last table. He marveled for a moment at his smiling reflection gleaming in the fresh wax coat. 

Everyone else had long since gone home, but in the quiet ambiance of the empty restaurant, he could hear himself think. Papyrus would never get why Sans liked to be there during its peak hours; he never really talked to anyone, and he just sat there and drank in the noise as if he didn’t want to hear whatever was inside his head. Preposterous. Papyrus had big thoughts and he couldn’t afford to miss a single one. 

All of them, for example, were currently focused on the man drying the last glass behind the counter. Although the room glowed with a warm orange ambiance because of him, he was never too hot to be around. Sometimes Papyrus wondered if touching him would burn his hands. If it were anyone else, he would just go find out! But something about the older man was a puzzle in itself that Papyrus was scared to rush. 

Maybe it had to do with how scarcely he used his voice, opting for silence while Papyrus indulged in monologues. Maybe it was his welcoming demeanor despite being so quiet, following every word you might say with nods and hums. Yet he never used all his insider knowledge of the town’s affairs for his own benefit; he would use it to greet you by name when you returned and ask a well-placed follow-up about the situation you described last time. As lazy of a pun as it might be, he always made Papyrus feel warm. 

Grillby swung his keys around his finger, which was signal that he was ready to go. Papyrus cleaned up his supplies, locked up the broom closet, made sure all the lights had been turned off, double-checked the broom closet was locked-- Grillby cleared his throat, hesitating by the door. 

How odd. As much as Papyrus would love to go home and watch Mettaton’s new special- or more likely, get in a brotherly fight with Sans over the sock on the floor- he didn’t want to leave. 

“Wanna hangout on the rooftop?” Papyrus blurted out. What was there to be nervous over? “It’s nice tonight!”

“I’ve taken enough of your time, Papyrus,” he said. Papyrus had to lean in to hear Grillby’s words, the other man’s voice as soft and transient as a breeze. 

“What do you mean? I have plenty more of it!” Papyrus said. “Absolutely loads of time. It would be fun!”

The downside of Grillby’s minimal facial features was that it was hard to tell what he was thinking. Sometimes, though, his flames would crackle and pop a little more when he was thinking deeply. Papyrus’s heart soared as this proved to be one of those times.

Grillby shook his head slightly. “You help everyone in town. You needn’t take pity on this lonely old man any longer.” 

“What do you mean, pity?” Papyrus asked, genuinely taken aback. “I don’t help clean up because I feel bad for you! Far from it! I feel bad for the person who feels bad for you! Because there’s nothing to feel bad over,” he concluded. “True, I may have started helping clean up at nights after Sans’s Ketchup Incident--”

“Let us not speak of that,” Grillby said.

He coughed. “Err... regardless, I’ve come to see this house full of grease as a home full of grease,” Papyrus said. “Who could imagine my brother was right about something? It’s great here! That’s why I want to inspect the roof!” 

And then he began to go off the rails. “To make sure... this restaurant... is up to code!” he said. Darn it! He wasn’t even a programmer! “Yes! And it is only logical that the proprietor of this establishment accompany me.” 

To his surprise, Grillby chuckled. He’d never heard it before; heavens knew that Sans tried his best (read: worst) puns on Grillby only to be met with a straight face every time. “Very well, Papyrus. There’s a ladder out back.”

“Oh, no need!” Papyrus said. Marching through the door, he hopped straight onto the roof without so much as a running start. Grillby stood, trying to process what he just saw. Then he went and got the ladder for himself, grunting as he pulled himself up. 

It astonished Papyrus that the ceiling of their Underground could be so beautiful. Normally, he focused on the tasks right in front of him: re-calibrate puzzles, practice his bone attacks, help someone in town bring in their groceries-- he never had time to stop and simply look up. Icicles hung like stalactites from the cave ceiling, catching the blue and gold glow from above and reflecting it in all directions. The snowflakes reminded Papyrus of fairies, dancing in the wind, catching the colors for just moments at a time. Although each was infinitesimally small, by tomorrow morning they would together coat Snowdin in a sparkling coat of white, covering up all the footprints he’d left during his work. 

It humbled Papyrus; no matter how much he did in a day, it would all be erased in the end. Yet so long as he made a difference to the people around him, it wouldn’t matter if his footprints were covered. He turned to look at Grillby, hoping he was enjoying the beautiful display, and found that he was looking right at him instead for some reason.

“Are you cold?” Grillby asked. 

Papyrus was a skeleton. By definition, he didn’t get cold. Sans must have told Grillby this at one point. With a memory like Grillby’s, there was no way he forgot that.

Unless he was choosing to ignore that information. Clever. This was why Papyrus got sick of crosswords and decided to decode the horoscope instead; the crosswords were the same every time, but to figure out other puzzles, you had to use roundabout ways of thinking.

“No,” he said, like a complete buffoon. 

Darn it again! He was supposed to say yes so he could offer to warm him up! But at the same time, maybe it was a good thing. He wouldn’t want Grillby to make him go home so he wouldn’t freeze. 

“But... er...” Papyrus said. Now that he had turned to face Grillby, he couldn’t turn back to the ‘sky’ above, more interested in the man in front of him. “You can still hold my hand! If you want!” he said. “It is currently not holding anything.” 

Grillby considered it for a moment. Then, slowly, he reached out and put his hand atop Papyrus’s. He squeezed it once, then left it as he turned his head to look up at the icicles. Warmth flooded Papyrus’s body, burning his cheeks again.

It didn’t burn. And even if it did, Papyrus wouldn’t remove his hand for all the popularity in the world. 

#i think this is papyrus and grillby anyway? im not up to date on ships #papyrus #grillby #undertale #Anonymous