#I love making tall Muffets

[splynter]

Another one finished. Chema went through so many redesigns I swear

#splynter art #passagetale #Undertale AU #character ref sheet #AU Muffet #Chema #Listen I love her #I love making tall Muffets #She’s a royal scientist in my AU uwu #Spidey lady my beloved

[magic-hcs]

✨✨400 followers event!✨✨

Thank you all for the 400 followers! I never expected to get so many of you who enjoy my blog it makes me so very happy! I decided to treat you all to an introductory sheets of my already existing AU Swapfell!

*Searching…..Searching…..Searching…..Sear-AU. Found…*

AU: AY978730800

Category: One of the main AU’s

Risk: Medium level threat

Name: Swapfell Gemini

Entry log:

Status is everything. Connections are everything. Power is everything. If you got none you’ll be fighting for your life on the street, or maybe even end up being thrown in the fighter pit used as entertainment for the highest bidders. There’s not really any solid rules in place, each area has its own Captain and Lieutenant - boss monsters who run the place their way - and its own rules. Each area, except the ruins.

No one goes there, in fear of facing the wrath of the previous King.

Snowdin, a peaceful area of respite compared to the other areas despite it being home to two of the most terrifying monsters of the underground: The Captain - also known as The apathetic Queen’s Martyr - and The LOVE crazed Hound. Don’t bother the youngest skeleton brother or you’ll have double the Bad Time.

Waterfall, a bazaar where everything is found and sold, station to the famous Waterfalls Lieutenant, Muffet. You pick or touch something from her store, you buy it. Don’t anger the water spider.

Hotland, any new invention made by the Royal scientist gets tested out here first. Careful of the stray lasers. If you are in any need for a hitman or to cover up your misdeeds? You go to the Captain - or as everyone calls him; the fire boss.

The Core, the entertainment district. Home to the secret fighter pit, television shows, gossip houses and more. The two stars of the Core are the one in charge. The boisterous Captain and the quiet Lieutenant. Keep a careful eye on the Lieutenant, he, despite his quiet behavior, is the scariest one of the two

New Home, the heart of the underground, the place where the Queen reigns. There’s not a single safe place where you’re hidden from the tyrannical Queen’s eyes.

There’s only one rule Queen Toriel is very draconian in nature with: No harm comes to those in stripes. Children are to be cared for, protected. A fate worse than death hangs above your head for those who commit that heinous crime. But how do you know who’s a child when they don’t wear the stripes?

(Art done by @scrambledmeggys , check her out she’s so amazing and cool! I’m in love with her art!)

Inhabitant RW6370076 = Skeleton = S-1.O.3 = Sans = Razzle

Stats

3400 HP

Former Captain of the Snowdin area

Nicknamed The apathetic Queen’s martyr

Never worn stripes

The first experiment of [REDACTED]

Escaped the lab with [DATA LOST]

Description

165 cm tall/5.5 feet

Purple color magic

Always wears gloves

A scar runs over his nose ridge

Sharp cheekbones

Unusually sharp claws

Personality/info

Cares only for a selective few

Made sure to protect Coal with everything he has, when Mastiff joined Razzle became protective of him too

Always speaks formally yet got a colorful mouth

Workaholic

Wants to be in control of things otherwise he gets stressed out

Clicks non-existent tongue when frustrated

Dubbed as ‘mom’ by his brothers to tease him

Has way too many hobbies

Got a backup plan for a backup plan

The more sincere he is, the worse and more awkward his apologies get

Is blunt and speaks his mind, also known as an ass, but can be very polite when needed

Occupations:

Errand boy (Previously, underground)

Deputy of the Royal guard (Previously, underground)

Right hand man and advisor of the Queen (Previously, underground)

Lawyer (Previously, post surfacing)

Prosecutor (Currently, post surfacing)

Inhabitant PS63811678 = Skeleton = P-1.O.4 = Papyrus = Coal

Stats

1865 HP

Lowest amount of LOVE out of the three brothers

Was forced by Razzle to wear stripes and for longer than necessary

Is the best at healing magic

Second experiment of [REDACTED]

Escaped the lab with [DATA LOST]

Description

180 cm tall/5.10 feet

Golden yellow magic

Always has charcoal smudges staining his phalange tips and face

Two small golden fangs

Looks quite innocent for the world he grew up in

Wears hoodie jackets with graffiti prints

Personality/info

The most emotionally intelligent and available out of the three brothers

Understands Mastiff’s body language frighteningly well

Found the red scarf in the dumps and tried to sew it (messily) before gifting it to Razzle, Razzle always wears it

Always tried to bring home and take care of stray animals he found on the surface (Razzle always finds them eventually and forces Coal to give them to a new home or shelter)

Can forget stuff easily, to compensate he takes a little notepad with him

Used to have a tense relationship with Mastiff when he first joined the family, now they’re almost inseparable

Hates to be left in the dark

Loves memes

Enjoys cold syrup

Likes to sketch with charcoal

Occupations:

Composite sketch artist (Irregular, post surfacing)

Sketch commissions (Irregular, post surfacing)

Animal rescue farm worker (Currently, post surfacing)

Inhabitant PS63811679 = Skeleton = P-2.O.7 = Papyrus = Mastiff

Stats

4570 HP

Has the most LOVE out of the three brothers

Nicknamed: The LOVE crazed Hound

Never worn stripes

Second experiment of [REDACTED]

Escaped the lab alone after pushing [REDACTED] into [REDACTED]

A late bloomer due to malnutrition (heats are irregular and heavy when they hit)

Joined the family much later in life

Description

197 cm tall/6.5 feet

Resting bitch face

Amber color magic

One golden tooth and one chipped tooth

Wears big furry hoodie jacket

Personality/info

Hates liars and people who keep secrets

Has trust issues

Bottles up his feelings

Used to hate Coal, now best brothers and friends

Insecurities about being a lesser copy of Coal

Doesn’t talk often and not a lot, he does it more often around people he trusts and likes

Minimalist

Likes warm syrup

Is a prankster and a tease

Likes to sculpt and woodcutting

Occupations

Bountyhunter (previously, underground)

Vigilante (previously, post surfacing)

Private detective (currently, post surfacing)

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#400 followers #400 followers event #undertale #papayrus #sans #swapfell #swapfell sans #swapfell papyrus #sf sans #sf papyrus #swapfell gemini #razzle #coal #mastiff

[reigenkills]

girl why is there plot

ao3 | PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | 7 | 8

You keep an ear out for news of the old man and his cursed son Elrick. Being a cursed creature yourself, you've have some sense of solidarity for your fellow unfortunate bastards. And while you don't trust yourself not to go into a depression nap if you try only to fail to save this kid, you still hold on to some hope that he's somehow gonna pull through with this.

A day and a half after the incident at the bar, you hear from local gossip that Elrick is still holding on. Somehow. Whatever's going on with him, ol' Wolfie himself hasn't come to collect yet.

Maybe it's not his time. Death had said something about not meddling with the affairs of life unless it concerned him, and for all that you've bit him, he's refrained from hurting you too badly even though you know full well he could. You don't know all the rules and regulations of being death incarnate, but there must be some line in the sand he can't cross.

You crack the Evil Witch's spellbook and start hunting down whatever you can find that can counter a sleeping spell. 

By the afternoon, you've got little scraps of notes bookmarking possible answers. There's, of course, the classic cure-all - True Love's Kiss; there's the Fountain of Youth, where someone gives a part of their lifespan to someone else, but it won't break the sleeping spell, only buy time until you find another solution; there's a Crossroads Deal, where for a price, any spell can be broken; and there's, of course, finding the original spell caster and having them break the curse.

Things aren't promising, but at least you've got something.

You ask Muffet for directions to Elrick's house. She draws you a map on a napkin and tells you to mind the potholes on the way.

The boy's family lives in a farmhouse in the outskirts of Poisonapple. According to Muffet, the father is a farmer, Elrick's older brother is a Huntsman, and Elrick himself is a shepherd boy. Less than ideal for whatever his beau's family's status is. You can see why he'd get screwed over.

You trudge down the pathway to the farmhouse,  pulling your hood up as a cold breeze blows by. The sky is heavy with clouds tonight, and you can hear the rumble of thunder in the distance. Hopefully you won't get caught in the storm on your way back to your inn.

The lamps hanging from the farmhouse creak and rattle in the wind. You eye them warily, stepping away from them, and raise your fist to knock on the front door.

A tall, burly, man with tired eyes opens it for you. He looks like he hasn't slept in days, and it shows in his voice when he croaks out: "Yes?"

"I don't have a clear cut answer for how to wake your brother up, but I might have some things that can help," you say. 

The Huntsman narrows his eyes at you, studying you from head to foot. "You don't look like no witch."

"I'm not, I just know some magic." Just like you know how to hit a drum. No training and no intricate knowledge of tips and tricks, but you know you have to hit it in order to make a noise. It's not the best method for magic, but as long as you follow the instructions, you should be fine. It's worked for you so far.

The Huntsman grunts. After a moment, he steps aside and lets you in.

You pull your hood off and let out a sigh of relief, realizing you'd been freezing in the cold outside once the warmth of the house hits you.

"What do we do?" The Huntsman asks.

"I was told you live with your father," you say. "I think we should discuss this with him."

The Huntsman grunts again, but he leads you to the living room and ushers you to sit. He disappears into a hallway right after, and you hear a door open; he's in the backyard, probably. As you wait, you pull out your spellbook from your satchel, arranging the notes you've pinned between the pages on the table.

The Hunstman returns with his father a few minutes later. The old man's eyes widen as he recognizes you.

"Witch," he says.

"I'm a mercenary, not a witch," you say. "I just have some knowledge from dealing with witches."

"You can help us?"

"I have some terms, first."

The old man nods, quickly moving to sit down while his eldest son eyes you with suspicion and remains standing.

"When you address me, please say can you, or may you, or please," you say. "I am not a dog. Don't tell me what to do so flippantly."

"...and?" the Huntsman asks.

"That's it. Overstep and I'm out the door." You smile thinly. "All I ask is some politeness."

"Huh." The man lets out a huff and takes the seat beside his father. "Okay, can you help us?"

You nod, and present to them your notes, turning the papers around so they can read it, as they're both sitting across you. "Obviously, there's True Love's Kiss, but we have no idea how we can contact your son's beloved, and we might not have enough time to save him if we kidnap her. The Fountain of Youth can buy us some time, but it swaps a portion of someone's lifespan for someone else's."

"That wouldn't wake my brother up, would it?" the Huntsman asks.

"No, it's a transference spell. Nothing to do with breaking curses, but it'll reset our clock." You push a sheet of paper towards them. "This one isn't the most optimal, but I've worked many a job concerning Crossroads Deals. As long as you pay up, you can just about ask for anything you want."

"How much is the payment?" the old man asks, wringing his hands together. 

You glance to the Huntsman with some pity. He, at least, seems to know what a Crossroads Deal entails. "It's a what. It's demon magic. They ask for your soul."

The old man sags back in his seat. Alarmingly, a deep look of thought passes over his face. The Huntsman flips the page over to hide the instructions on a Deal away. "You got anything else?"

"We can find the original spellcaster and get them to undo the curse," you say. 

The Huntsman's face falls. There are barely any witches in the area, so if the aristocratic family that's cursed his brother got a spell from one, they probably live miles from here. Maybe they're from a completely different island, even. 

"Could you find the spellcaster?" he asks.

"I could try, but your brother doesn't have enough time," you say. He nods jerkily, frowning down at the table in silence. You lean back in your seat and turn your attention to the window, watching the storm and giving the father and son some privacy.

The Huntsman clears his throat. "Can you…give us some space?"

"Of course." You rise from your seat, taking your spellbook and your notes and tucking them under your arm. "I'll be outside."

Outside is cold and windy, and half of the lamps have already blown out from the chilly draft around you. You draw your hood up over your head again and stuff your spellbook back in your satchel, drawing the rest of your cloak closer to yourself.

A gust of wind snuffs the rest of the lamps at the front of the house out. In the dim light, you can barely see anything. 

There's a flash of lightning to your left. You turn, attention instinctively caught by light, and find yourself looking up at the tall shadow that looms over you.

Twin pinpricks of red stare down at you. In the cold and the dark, you remember exactly how menacing Death can be when he wants.

"Mercenary," he greets.

"Señor Muerte," you say, because you've got manners and he's probably on duty and not in the mood to mess with you, if he's so serious. "So the boy dies, then, after all?"

He chuckles, a low throaty sound that comes out more intimidating than mirthful. "We'll see. His brother's still thinking things over."

"So you're…waiting to see if he does?" you ask. "And then you're scaring the dad into a heart attack?"

"They can't see me, Mercenary. You only can because I want you to." he says. "And Death is patient. I always wait."

"I thought that was supposed to be Love is patient." You snort. "So the kid's either gonna live or die tonight depending on what his brother decides?"

"Yep," he says. "Would have been a straightforward visit if you hadn't come here telling them about the Fountain of Youth, but, look at you. Altruistic little thing that you are."

Ah, shit, is he here to kick your ass for meddling with death or something?

"At ease, Mercenary," he says, laughing slightly. "I'm not going to collect your soul just yet. You didn't completely overturn the balance of nature, don't flatter yourself like that."

"I thought you just, like, knew when it's people's time."

"I do. Every action has its equal opposite reaction, and when people make certain choices, they shape and change their paths," Death says. "Sometimes those paths get them killed, sometimes they don't. When they're on track to kick the bucket, I come fetch them."

"So is Fate, like, bullshit?"

"No, my sister's very real. She's a lot less complicated than you people think she is, though."

You hum, nodding. That…makes sense, you suppose. And it's somewhat comforting to know free will does exist, to some extent.

There's a clatter behind you. You look up just in time as the breeze bangs a lamp against the underside of the overhang. Ugh. It'll be a strong storm tonight.

"Don't suppose I can hitch a ride for when you do your whole disappearing act," you say.

"Hah, tough shit," Death says. "Walk in the rain on your own; maybe then I can snatch you off this mortal coil a little earlier."

"Pipe dream if I've ever heard one, lobo." You chuckle. "You're not getting my soul until I wring every ounce of misery from it by my own damn hands."

"Eh, your lifespans are barely anything to me."

"Yeah, yeah, flex being the grim reaper or whatever." You turn around to glance in the house, and smile as you spot the Huntsman by the window. You know he probably can't hear you over the wind, but you ask anyway: "Well?"

The man blinks, like he's waking from a trance. He moves away from the window and opens the door, beckoning you back inside. Behind you, you can hear Death move, but just as he's said, the Huntsman doesn't appear to notice him.

He steps in with you, ducking under the doorway carefully. You have half a mind to ask if it's possible for him to bump into it if he's somewhat incorporeal, but you'd probably look like you're talking to thin air in front of the Huntsman.

"So?" you ask the Huntsman instead.

"Uh - my dad and I talked," he says, motioning to where his father was still sitting on the couch, his hands wrung together and a concerned, but resigned look on his face. "We want to buy some time for Elrick first."

"Fountain of Youth, then?"

"Yes," he says. "I'll swap a week of my life for Elrick."

"And after?"

"We want you to find the one who made his curse," he says. "But - we probably can't pay you in money, but we can give you our harvest - "

You raise a hand, motioning for him to stop. He does.

"Even I don't know if I can find this spellcaster on time. Think about that if I'm successful," you say.

Death leans over to you and says: "Not really selling your services as a mercenary there."

"My skills are more suited for clean-up," you say, both as an answer and a clarification for Elrick's family. "Not detective work."

"That's fine," the old man by the couch says. "Please just help us."

"I'll do what I can." You turn to the Huntsman. "Now, the Fountain of Youth?"

He nods. "Tell me what to do."

You've packed spell ingredients in your satchel just in case they chose to do the Fountain of Youth. You wouldn't have brought it up if you didn't think there was a possibility they wouldn't bite. So you spend the next few minutes throwing yarrow, lavender, and dragonfly wings into a bowl and mashing it all into a poultice. Afterwards, you pull out a dagger from your boot and motion for the Huntsman's hand.

"I need you and your brother's blood," you say. He warily offers you his palm, and you pull it closer so you can get to his lower arm, cutting a thin line near the elbow and catching the dribble of blood in the bowl. You do the same to the unconscious Elrick, mix everything again, and pour the mixture into two different glasses. 

The blood-mash-potion is barely a few centimeters from the bottom of the glasses. The Huntsman looks at you skeptically.

"You said a week," you say. "You underestimate how human lifespans can be."

Behind you, leaning on the wall, though nobody else can see him, Death chuckles.

The father lifts the glass up to his unconscious son's lips while the Huntsman, though grimacing, knocks the whole thing back. A flash of cold sneaks up behind you, and the candles in the room flicker. You look up just in time as Death approaches and reaches a claw out.

As both Elrick and the Huntsman drink, a faint, thin line of gold loops around their necks. Your eyes widen, though neither the Huntsman nor his father seem to see the glowing string. Death slowly, carefully, grazes it with the tip of a sharp nail, and the color melts into bright, searing red, before it vanishes from existence.

"I honor this exchange," he declares. The candles in the room die out, and in the next instance, spring back into brightness, strong and steady.

Oh. Oh. That's why he stuck around. Because an exchange of lifespans means someone's trading in death for that missing life.

"There," you say. "It's done."

"And…Elrick's got a week?"

You glance towards Death as discreetly as you can.

"About a week and two days, you flubbed the amount of blood," he says.

"About a week and two days, made sure to give us a bit of wiggle room," you say.

Death lets out a bark of laughter. "Hack."

"I'll get to looking for that spellcaster as soon as I can," you say. "I'll try to get correspondence sent in a few days."

"Thank you," the father says, the most relieved you've seen him. "Thank you so much."

"Don't thank me yet," you say, eyeing Elrick's sleeping form. He looks way better, less starved, but it'll only be for nine days.

You have to work fast.

#puss in boots death x reader #puss in boots the last wish #muerte x reader #fic #fanfiction

[trousle-ink]

So who's filling in for the Skeleton Brothers in your OwlTale AU? I figure Edric/Emira for the "Sans" role and by extension Amity in the "Papyrus" role might make some sense.

Also is the "Asgore" role filled by Lilith, their parents, or Philip?

Alright so

If you want a better explanation, visit the tiktok in the og owltale post I made. They have multiple parts too

Og concept post with tiktok link

(This is still being workshoped so it's a bit clunky right now)

Amity will be papyrus, that is 100%. Wants to capture a human to be the best royal guard and make her parents proud, but ends up falling in love with luz and going on a real date

Edric/Emera will be the goofy, Tease their little sibling, take you out to lunch, parts of sans

Lilith is either going to be gaster or the parts of sans that are mysterious. Judges you at the hallway and knows about timeliness and stuff, has the strange machine in her basement. I think. This is the part that I'm flip flopping on. I want her to still curse Eda, maybe she used to be a royal scientist and it was an experiment gone wrong and she was fired. (Hunter will be the next royal scientist aka the alphys in this au) im not sure, I'm still figuring her out. Honestly making something different with her and not confining her to one character could be interesting

I also thought about (OWL HOUSE FINALE SPOILERS) Papa titan being gaster, and when luz dies during the final battle against the collector (asriel) she will be revived by papa titan like in the finale in order to defeat him

Then Phillip/belos is an amalgamate. He was the human who caused the war and trapped them underground, him included, and after the witches asked him to use his human soul to set them free he refused, so they kept him in the lab to use his determination. Theyve kelt him alive and stripped him of his determination for so long and ends up the goopy mess

Raine will be Asgore. The clawthornes I'm thinking were the royal family but after Lilith was fired and Eda fled the castle to the ruins, Raine was left with the task to rule. They've got the "I'm doing this because I have to" attitude

Some bonus ones for fun:

Willow is undyne. She wants to prove that she's strong and take the humans soul herself. Of course until her childhood friend amity insists the human doesn't deserve to have her soul taken. She recognizes how much the human has changed amity into a better person.

Hunter is Alphys. He is the "scientific teen protigy". Alphys has her anime, hunter has his wolves. Let the fursona jokes commence. Hes also got a huge crush on willow and everhone knows it but her. He is the one that caused belos to become goopy by desperately trying to keep him alive to save all the witches and demons. He is ashamed of his failure and thinks he will be cast out for it like Lilith was

Gus will be mettaton. Using his showman skills, he puts luz to the test by having her complete illusion based challenges. Like which object is a bomb covered by an illusion, stuff like that. I'm thinking he wanted to be known for more than his smarts, so he used his dad's TV job as an advantage

Bocha will be in muffets place. "WHAT? How dare you not support the fund of the local grudgby team. What are you? STINGY???"

Kikimora can be mad dummy/mew mew. What if instead of gaining a new body through an anime doll, kikimora becomes tall from an abomination soldier that luz made into a cat face. "It's perfect" ☆u☆

Tinella nosa as either the annoying dog or the temmies. Because you know, creator cameo

Let me know what you think of these, and tysm for thr ask ^^

#owltale #owltale au #the owl house #undertale #undertale au #the owl house au #toh au #au #alternate universe #crossover

[aroace-polyshow]

more oc lore dump

up next is ebony and ghost boy!! theyre (probably) the shortest section so im gonna do them next :D

(i also finally found 2 names i like for ghost boy: rowan and lesley, if you reading have a preference lemme know itll help me decide lmao, for now i think ill go with lesley for this post so i dont have to keep calling him ghost kid but it will be subject to change)

ebony and lesley live in a fairly average sized town inspired by a post i saw at some point that was something like "rainy town but instead of being gloomy they embrace it and have celebrations and stuff". thats literally this town. they love the constant rain and its really nice. its actually a bad omen to them if it doesn't rain for an extended period of time. umbrellas are the most common thing you'll see around here, people without an umbrella or some kind of rain attire will sometimes get the side-eye, its an obvious indicator you're not from around here. theres yearly festivals for various holidays with everybody out in the streets with special fancy umbrellas and rain coats and its really fun. theres some folks who are skeptical towards outsiders, but the town in general is mostly welcoming. they are somewhat superstitious though.

ebony and lesley specifically live in this old library. its suprsingly big for a place not many people visit. people don't visit very often mostly because a good chunk of people still think its abandoned. some people heard it was also haunted so most people avoid it. ebony doesn't mind, she doesn't have the best social skills and doesn't fare too well in crowded areas, so shes happy being alone most of the time. nothing makes her happier than sitting in her library with just the sound of the rain and reading her favorite book by some candlelight. she has lesley for company if she ever gets lonely, so she's doing just fine.

ebony is this spider girl from a different area. (like i said, her design is really similar to muffet from undertale) she's a bit short for a female spider, but thats because, like i mentioned, shes trans!! like irl, most spider males are significantly shorter than the girls, but ebony was lucky and ended up being pretty tall compared to her brothers. she often wears boots and shoes that give her another couple of inches and help her feel more comfortable in her own skin. her family was pretty overbearing in general, and didn't react very well to her coming out. she grew up very sheltered and didn't know why she wasn't comfortable being referred to as a boy until she was much older. she decided to move out so she could be more independent, but still has a lot of anxiety about living by herself mostly. she also now lives in an area shes not adjusted to since she used to live in a much warmer climate, so she tends to get sick easier. she met dorian when he came into town one day and he quickly became friends with her. he regularly visits her and brings lots of medicinal herbs and shit everytime he does!! she's really happy to have a friend aside from lesley, and always looks forwards to his visits.

lesley is a little ghost kid that haunts the library. the library was built on where his house used to be. his house burned down on one of those rare days where it didn't rain. stuff like this happens alot on days it doesn't rain, so it further proves people's suspicions about a non-rainy day being unlucky. didn't help that his birthday was on a day without rain, which they also consider unlucky. poor kid :( he has a little paper crown though, and hes really happy to have ebony as a friend. hes been alone for a long time, which he hated, and even though ebony gets tired of him sometimes (he likes being a little shit) he loves the fact hes not alone anymore. he likes to pull pranks especially on strangers who come into the library, and is generally really mischievous. he can be really nice though. always helps ebony organize the books and in return she'll play a game he wants. they have alot of fun together, and he looks up to her like a big sister.

ebony met lesley when she first moved into the town. it had been raining particularly hard that day, and she wasn't prepared for it at all. she took shelter in the then abandoned library, and lesely gets really excited!! people haven't come to visit in foreverrrr so he pops out to say hi, unfortunately scaring the living hell out of poor ebony. ebony didn't want to go back outside though, unless she gets even more sick than she was probably going to be, so she said she'll stay until the rain gets lighter. then she found out the library had been relatively abandoned for years, and lesley had been alone for nearly that entire time. she felt bad, and told him she'd visit him. turns out she actually really liked how cozy and quiet the place was, and decided to make her home there instead :D

i think thats it for their general story? again if i have any revisions ill update it.

notes:

as ebony is a spider girl, she enjoys snacking on bugs. since no one had been taking care of the library, some bugs happened to make their home there. free food for ebony lol. dorian will sometimes brings some edible bugs for her from wherever he visits. he gets kinda freaked out by it, but hes happy to give ebony a gift.

lesley is freakishly good at board games. ebony has won, maybe once or twice in the hundreds of times they've played together. he brags about it all. the. time. hes very proud of himself.

they both have a pretty big sweet tooth. for lesley's birthday she got him a shit ton of various sweets and god he was so happy. didn't pull a prank once that day! ebony now knows she can bribe him into not pulling any pranks if she gives him sweets. (yes hes a ghost and yes he can eat stuff hes a dead child let him have this)

ebony does lots of bedtime stories for lesley. he loves them and she thinks its so sweet how happy he always is. <3

eveytime i say its a short infodump it ends up being so much more than ithought. jesus. this is rlly fun though :D really love getting to infodump about my ocs hehehehe

#oc #oc lore #oc stuff #infodump #marlo’s stuff

[viky2318]

Heyyyyyyy. As you may have noticed, I'm not being able to keep the rhythm and post regularly. Just wanted to say that I'm not dead nor depressed or out of ideas for this story, but it's just that the world suddenly remembered my existence and decided to fill me with stuff to do. Having things cleared out, have the boys

The air was filled with tension. After the incident with the last mission, almost two weeks ago, Sam completely stopped everything and closed himself in his office. Maddy didn't get out of the bedroom since then, and Muffet's mood got only worse. Grillby could only stay there and watch as his world slowly fell apart. He could try to be more caring and understanding, but it looked like he was losing time.

The monster sighed as he took another dish and put it in the sink to clean it. Those simple activities always reminded him of his life before the multiverse, making him feel more at ease. He missed that life a little bit. It wasn't perfect nor too interesting, but it was quiet and it was something he made with effort and sacrifices. Grillby closed his eyes for a second, and thought again at what he lost. His friends, his family, his work. He built that restaurant brick by brick. Not literally, but it almost felt like it. He remembered every inch of that place. The smooth surface of the counter, the warm lights, the floor, the tables. He opened his eyes, and found himself in the place he knew like the palm of his hands. Sat on the counter, there was a tall smiling man. "Heh, you really are a sentimental one", he commented. Grillby went straight to the point. "What do you want?" He asked. The man snickered. "Calm down, I'm not going to kill you! That is what you and your friends do". Grillby looked at him coldly. "I don't need someone to tell me that what I am doing is wrong. I already know it" he stated. The man raised a brow and asked: "then why are you still doing it?". The monster remained silent. The man nodded, his smile fading away. "Ah, I understand. You don't want another Ezra, do you? You try to keep the demon under control, hoping that if you praise him enough, he will let everyone be. But the demon doesn't care about your silent begging, and will kill them anyway". Grillby was now tense, nervous. The silence that filled the place spoke for him. "You know more than you should '' he finally stated. The man shrugged. "Let's just say I lived for a long while. And even after my death, I kept an eye open for my people''. He sighed and smiled again, a bit of a melancholic smile. "You should know how it feels to lose a loved one. You try to protect what remains of your family and, when even that one fades away, … you just want to disappear. You were lucky you found a new one. I gave up before understanding which mine was… oh, sorry. I'm rambling". Grillby thought about the man's words. "You're the one who spoke with Muffet, right?" he suddenly asked, already knowing the answer. The man chuckled and commented: "You're a smart one, huh? Yes, it was me. Did she talk about it with you?". "She only mentioned it '' The fire said. The man stood silent for a while, then got up. "yours is a good family. Protect it with your life. Farewell". Grillby looked at the man while he walked out of the bar. Before closing the door, he smiled again and commented: "it's rude to ignore someone who's talking with you, friend…".

He turned around and found himself again in the kitchen, facing the sink. "GRILLBY!!!" Muffet shouted from behind him. He turned around (again) and saw his friend staring at him worriedly. "Gosh, are you ok? I called you thrice but you didn't answer me!" she exclaimed. The fire sighed, then apologized. "I...was thinking, and I didn't hear you" he explained. The spider stared at him intently, almost as if she wanted to read his mind, but then huffed and made up an annoyed face. "You made me so damn worried, you know? I saw you standing there motionless, and I… I just… Huff. I would just hate someone else to become like how Maddy is now". Grillby felt her worry and all the tiredness she was trying to hide for days. The allusion their friend made him understand what she was calling him for. He took away the gloves he was wearing to clean the dishes and left them near the sink, then sat on a chair. Muffet imitated him and sat down too. "So, what happened with her?" He asked using a very calmed tone. The spider smiled in relief (she was clearly not feeling at ease with starting the conversation) and answered: "Maddy told me what happened in the mission to Underswap ''. Even with his quiet and controlled behavior, Grillby couldn't help lighting up at the news. Maddy hasn't spoken since that day. "What did she say?" He asked. "Well, she hasn't said much, but… Sam has something to do with it. She looked terrified when she just pronounced their name…". The man’s face couldn’t show it, but a sudden concern got him. Muffet kept speaking. “... you know I don't like what we do anymore. I can’t tell if this is the real cause, but I think that Maddy got angry when I said it to her, and reacted like that because Sam maybe somehow fueled their anger? Even if I'm not sure how…”. Grillby remained silent for a while, making order in his tired mind. He then made another question to Muffet, a question that she didn’t like much. “Why are you still here? You say you don’t want to harm anyone anymore yet you are here, doing what Sam asks you to do. Is there any specific reason?”. She looked away, unsure. “I dunno. I think that’s because I don't wanna leave you and Maddy here. I wouldn’t feel ok with myself if I left you both with them". The two monsters fell silent again. Both of them didn't want to be here but remained because they cared for the others. Muffet spoke again. "Should we do something about all this?" She asked, a hint of resolution in her voice. Oh, Grillby wanted to do something, to find a solution. But he knew that it wasn't wise to act without a clear vision of the whole thing. He shook his head silently. "Better to keep an eye open and try to fully understand the situation. We are basing our ideas on theories, but we need facts. What if we got this all wrong? In the meantime, I think we should go to Maddy and talk with her". Muffet openly huffed in annoyance, but followed Grillby's suggestion.

"I told you, he doesn't take action"

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#Undertale #Ut #Utau #Utmv #Sam the human #Muffet #Ut muffet #Grillby #Ut grillby #Maddy #Ut Maddy #mad mew mew #Srsly I'm sorry for not existing #I suddenly have a hellish amount of stuff to do #another story

[gorbo-longstocking]

we are on an underfell kick….could you give us headcanons for the skeletons and maybe muffet or grillby?

muffet and grillby aren't on the request list (yet...) so i didn't do them but i will start My Process of adding them to the character list! i like to have a decent grasp on characterization before i start blasting. when they're added feel free to ask then! :D anywho here are the skelebros

red

- meeting him isn’t hard, he’s a regular at several bars in town and he doesn’t shy away from flirting with people who catch his eye. no need to worry about the bill, drinks are on him. only thing you gotta pay him back with is your company. red’s easy to talk to on a surface level, he’s funny, laid back, and observant enough to pick up on boundaries without you having to say anything. it’s a nice change of pace from the usual sleazeballs who hit on you, although he is laying it on pretty thick.

- maybe he’s had a bad day because he ends up sloshed. while i stick with the monsters are asexual headcanon, red’s used to one night stands. he’s all about that quick validation and intimacy, and he will proposition you. he’s way too drunk to even consider that so you help him home. well, more like you walk next to him on his way back home. he’s stumbling a bit but won’t let himself seem weak at all, and you just wanna make sure he gets there safe. there are some real assholes out and about at night. you have to frame it like you want to chat with him a bit longer or he’ll get defensive.

- after that, you’re going to have to text him. he won’t message you, expecting and hoping, that he never has to see you again. red’s a bit shifty, you saw him at a very vulnerable state, one he didn’t mean to get into. for all he knew your intentions were nothing but bad. red has a tendency to be a bit paranoid. he’ll hang out with you, but he makes sure to keep distance between the two of you. this doesn’t last long. as much as he hates it, he gets attached easily.

- he’s not as slow as a burner as he likes to think he is. red is starved for affection and love, any form of it will get him to fall and hard. denial isn’t just a river in egypt, it’s also is a mustard-loving skeleton. you’ll have to squeeze any form of a confession out of him like he’s an old dish rag. he thinks you can do better, you don’t need him weighing you down. lay on some heavy praise and he’s putty in your hands.

- as a boyfriend, red is flirty and somewhat possessive. after so long starved for love, he wants to be around you every second he can get. you are his oasis and he is goddamn thirsty. he likes to have his hands on you whenever he can and is a sucker for lazy sunday cuddles. there’s no one alive who can make you laugh like red can. his taste in television is kind of rancid, adult swim is his own baby sensory video. you are the only person alive who can wrestle the remote from him and edge couldn’t be more grateful.

- a song i associate with red when i’m in x reader day dream mode is cupid’s chokehold by gym class heroes. and you know what? i’m a believer by smash mouth too. i do not take criticism im just straight up right.

edge

- while edge is out and about frequently, he is prickly enough to deter anyone willing to be friendly with him. he is tall, loud, and very intimidating, it’ll take a lot of courage to even begin approaching him. the most friendly you’ll be able to find him is on his morning jog. as long as you don’t talk to him, he’ll allow you to run nearby him, although he’ll begin shooting you frustrated glares the longer you hover nearby. you’re probably entirely unaware of this. his personal bubble is bigger than what’s realistic, you’re likely at least a few feet behind him.

- after a week of this, he’ll confront you. why are you following him every morning? when you explain it’s your usual route, you’ve just started jogging earlier he’ll scoff. in case you didn’t know, this is his route too. he’s trying to get you to leave, and it’s annoying. either out of stubbornness or spite, you double down and begin to chat with him every morning while you run, whatever will make him angrier. your friendship begins with the two of you snarking at each other at the break of dawn.

- as much as edge will deny it, he starts to like you more than he’d like to admit. you don’t back down, you aren’t as stupid as most other humans, and you look very nice under the pale morning sun. he wants to run his fingers through your hair, it looks very soft. all of these thoughts will promptly be bludgeoned into submission (or poured into his evil secret diary) you’ll catch him sending you longing glances and trying to spend more time with you outside of your jogs. he won’t invite you to dinner straight out but he’s somehow manages to brag even more about his cooking than usual. he’s baiting you.

- is edge a slowburn? maybe. is he a tsundere? most definitely. red’s denial is just him ignoring his feelings, edge blatantly and suspiciously denies his as loud as he possibly can. you can probably pick up on his feelings pretty easily. if you tease him about it he’ll get really huffy. it’s cute. when he asks you out, he pins it on you. he’s noticed how you have grown feelings for him and he is sparing you the stress of asking him out yourself.

- as a boyfriend, edge is loving. slow and smooth, like melted chocolate or velvet. he wants to be your knight in shining armor, the moon to your sun, the poet to your muse. in short, he is whipped for you. his touch is gentle and sometimes, he looks at you softly with so much love you feel like you could melt on the spot. edge is a skeleton with the outside of a cactus and the mushy center of pudding. he’s a tall guy and he’s very strong, the image of him carrying around his partner like a ferret is vivid.

- a song i associate with edge in x reader daydream mode is as the world caves in by matt maltese which i know is probably a controversial take but look me in the eyes if edge doesnt have the energy of someone who would spend his last moments loving you as everything falls apart. look me in the eye bro. also, for the longest time by billy joel. if red gets two songs so does edge.

#papyrus x reader #sans x reader #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #red hcs #edge hcs #writing; headcanons

[circus4apsycho8]

would you do like,,,undyne and reader,,,? maybe? on a trip to the lake or sum,,,?

Of course! I don't believe reader's gender is implied here, but I could be wrong. I always write for female readers but this one may be able to be interpreted otherwise. Not sure! I hope you enjoyed, though!

Pairing: Undyne x Reader

Warnings: slightly suggestive comments, cussing

...

You’re still sleepy.

You blink a few times, a soft yawn escaping you. Soft morning light spills through the curtains of your room. You realize you’re laying atop Undyne’s chest. You smile, pressing a few kisses on her collarbones, and making your way up her neck. She stirs a bit, groaning slightly.

“Babe,” you hum, aiding her awakening with small kisses along her jawline. “Wake up.”

“Mmm?” Undyne groggily opens her eye, causing you to smile as you swing your left leg over her waist so that you’re straddling her. You lean down, kissing her lips.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” you mumble, pressing yet another kiss to her nose. Undyne smiles, bringing her hands to your hips so she can pull you closer. You feel her rubbing small circles into your hips.

“Morning. What’s with all the kisses? Not that I mind ‘em, though.”

You smile, pressing your forehead against hers as you shrug. “I dunno. I just feel really affectionate right now.”

She brings her hands to your hair, threading her webbed fingers through your locks. You lay your head on top of her breasts, listening to her SOUL humming contently.

“Can we call in sick today?” you plead, not moving an inch. “I just wanna be with you right now.”

Undyne chuckles, continuing her ministrations to your hair. “You’re making it awfully hard for me to say no. What would we do?”

“Anything. I don’t care what we do.”

“Why don’t we take a trip up to the lake?” Undyne asks. You smile, rolling onto your side and facing her.

“That sounds perfect,” you respond. “Let’s do it!”

…

After a hasty packing spree, a quick breakfast at Muffet’s, and a music-filled car trip, the two of you arrive at the closest lake. It’s kind of small, but it’s not horribly crowded at least.

Your girlfriend is practically vibrating in her seat. Now that she’s fully awake, her hyper side is showing. You giggle at her cuteness as she parks the car. You exit the vehicle and start unloading your needed belongings.

“No, babe, let me do the lifting,” Undyne chides once she spots you pulling out a beach chair.

“I can get some!” you argue, shifting the chair away from her. “I’m not helpless, you know!”

She huffs. “But you were saying you were sore from training the other day, and you shouldn’t overexert yourself-”

A gentle smile crosses your face. “Thank you for your concern, but it’s feeling a lot better today.”

She frowns. “Fine. But I’m getting the rest of the heavy stuff.”

“It’s a deal then. If you’ll unload everything else, I’ll set our little area up.”

“Deal!” she cheers.

With that, you decide to pick out a good spot on the shore. After a few minutes of walking, you find a good place near the end of the beach. There’s a tall tree situated in the grassy area, providing a bit of shade over the sandy part.

“This looks good,” you note, unfolding the beach chair and setting it up. Undyne comes over to drop up some more of your belongings before pressing an excited kiss to your cheek and running off to finish unloading. You smile and shake your head. She adores lakes and gets so adorably excited whenever she’s near one.

Soon enough, the two of you have your little section of the beach set up. Undyne grins.

“Let’s go in the water, babe!” she says.

“I can’t swim out as far as you can,” you state, knowing she’ll want to swim as far as she can. “They have markers. I can’t go beyond them.”

Undyne frowns. “What if you followed me out to the middle in a canoe?”

“I guess that’d work,” you note, standing. “Let’s go!”

Undyne grins. “I’ll meet you there!” With that, she dashes off into the water with a mighty war cry.

You sigh. She’s like a toddler sometimes. You love her, though.

After you apply some sunscreen, you walk over to the canoe dock, spying a canoe that will work nicely. You grab a life jacket before buckling it on and cautiously making your way into the canoe. Once you’re finished, you snag the paddle from the side of the dock and go to untie the knot binding the canoe to the dock.

And you’re off!

You paddle out into the middle of the lake, where you wait for Undyne to surface. You sigh in content, enjoying the quiet.

You drift off into thought, grateful that you decided to take today off so you could spend time with your girl. You hadn’t seen each other much lately because of work, but now that things have died down, you decided that a day together wouldn’t hurt.

You’re about to scan the water for Undyne when you feel a bump coming from under the canoe. You frown, before realizing that it’s probably just Undyne trying to mess with you.

“Babe,” you whine. “Come out!”

She doesn’t surface. Instead, the bump comes again, but this time it’s much harder. Hard enough to tip your canoe over, sending you screeching into the water.

“Undyne!” you yell as she surfaces beside you, laughing. “What was that for?”

“’Cause I like seeing you wet,” she remarks with a smirk. You roll your eyes.

“Dork.”

“Shut and kiss me,” Undyne mumbles. You smile and oblige, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips once more.

#undertale #undertale x reader #undyne x reader #oneshot #request

[battlemaiden13]

Hi! Love your writing, don’t mind if it takes a while to answer cause I follow you now :) I have severe pyrophobia, I don’t even cook! (I don’t use the stove or oven; microwave is fine tho). I wonder how that would impact crush of skeles as a fallen human, since Hotland exists, Grillby exists and is close with sans, Pap likes to cook etc. (I watched someone play undertale cause even fake fire bothers me a little). Undertale and Underswap (only add more if you feel like it. Love you <3)

13: Betcha didn't expect it to take that long ta answer

Sans -He’s really worried about you. With a fear like that there is basically no hope of you getting out of the underground. He helps you out a bit but if you want to leave you are going to have to work on your fear because there is only so much he is going to do.

Papyrus -He’s happy to help you avoid Grillby and the hotter places in the underground if it’ll help you out, although that probably means you won’t be leaving the underground anytime soon. He’s really worried about you and will check on you often as he tries to figure out how to help you get over your fear just a little.

Red -Works out great for him, odds are you won’t survive long underground and that really isn’t his problem, you being afraid of fire also means he can hide at Grillby’s without being annoyed by you. In fact anytime he doesn’t want to deal with you he’ll just pop off to hotland or Grillby’s and know that you won’t follow him.

Edge -Is fairly sure that this fear of yours is going to get you killed a lot quicker than other humans that might have fallen down here. He is going to try and force you to get over your fear in a misguided attempt to keep you alive longer than you would be able to do on your own. It is very terrifying and probably gets you to hate the tall skeleton but he only wants you to survive.

Blue -He is going to forget about this fear constantly. Which doesn’t help you at all. Whenever he does mess up though he’l instantly apologises and tries to get you away from the fire. He does offer to escort you through the underground if you want to try and get out but there isn’t much he can do about hotland.

Orange -He spends his time at Muffets not Grillby’s so there’s no worries on that front, but he doesn’t know how you will get out of the underground although he’s not entirely sure if this is such a bad thing or not. He likes to tease you about your phobia, not to scare you or anything malicious just because he likes to tease people he likes.

Berry -Is convinced that this fear of yours is going to get you killed underground. It’s already hard enough to survive down here without such a hard thing to avoid. He does offer you shelter in the skeleton household but as a commander of the royal guard there isn’t much he can do for you.

Syrup -If he didn’t like you he would just kill you and put you out of your misery, unfortunately for him this isn’t an option at the moment. On the plus side this fear of yours is going to make it super easy for him to not only make you trust him but also gives him the perfect excuse to keep you locked up and ‘safe’ within the skeleton household.

#undertale #undertale papyrus #undertale sans #undertale imagines #underfell #Underfell Papyrus #underfell sans #underSwap #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #swapfell #swapfell sans #swapfell papyrus

[randomfandomasks]

Mafiafell Headcanons

This is probably my favourite Mafia AU just because they are so chaotic evil, and chaotic evil is the best kind of evil.

This Family love violence, and they thirst for power.

A lot of Gangs are actually really afraid of them since the won´t hesitate to kill you or to kidnap you and torture you and many other things.

Despite that they are actually very chill as long as you are respectful and polite. They are protective over their Family and their protected areas, but not for free, however they won´t force a really poor family (with little kids) to pay. They aren´t heartless after all they do show mercy.

The reason why the police doesn´t even think about to intervene is because they are really scared of this Gang, and even those who try will end up dead anyway.

This is also probably the most stylish family. The black, red suits fit their chaotic evil persona, and a lot of them also wear leather jackets in their free time.

Also, they all work in groups.

Sans, Papyrus and Frisk work together.

W.D Gaster works together with Alphys

Asriel works together with Chara and Monster Kid (sometimes Frisk comes a long)

Undyne and Mettaton are Asgores and Toriels personal bodyguards. Napstablook also works with them, but he is mostly in the shadows.

Grillby, Muffet, and Burgerpants work together.

Asgore and Toriel are estranged, but they still work together.

Toriel is the more merciful.

Asgore is the boss/don. He is very powerful, and professional. He is very strategic and intelligent. And he knows that killing all of his enemies would be bad for business. He is also more active than the other Mafia Asgores. He uses weapons and magic. And he also caries a gun with him. In a fight he uses a minigun (and yes he can carry it). Mafiafell Asgore is very tall and physical strong. He also always smokes a cigar. He likes black coffee, and he is not much of a gardener. He enjoys playing chess, and he is actually a good dad. While he can be very strict and distant, he is also very protective and he is very proud. He shows that when he sends him on a mission with extra protection, better guns, and he also always sends Sans or Undyne or Napstablook to keep an eye on them.

Toriel is also very smart and also very strong in a battle. She is mostly in the background though. She prefers doing the paperwork and taking care of the finances. But she always goes to the Mafia meetings together with Asgore. She mostly uses her fire magic, but she always has a small gun with her. She often decides if someone deserves mercy or not. The only time when she doesn´t even think about showing mercy is when someone threatens the safety of her children or children in general (hers or not). That´s when she is going to join to hunt these thugs down.

Asriel: He is a perfect balance between his parents, he is both merciful and is not afraid of using violence. Although he isn´t much involved in fights, he often collects money from certain shop owners, he picks up the supplies from Grillby, Muffet or Burgerpants, and he also threatens people that are causing trouble in the protected areas. Most of the time he works with Chara and Monster Kid. But there are also times when Frisk joins them, too. While he is uses both his magic and Weapon, he prefers using weapon than his magic. He only uses magic in playful fights since then he can control it better, but when he wants to hit his target he uses guns. He uses a shotgun. Due to his cute looking face it is easy for him to mislead people into thinking that he is very innocent and nice. This has come in handy a lot of times. He is sarcastic, and often very mean, but he is also a gentlemangoat. 

Chara: Besides joining Asriel with his jobs. Their job is also to get rid of people that are threatening, insulting, spreading rumors about the family. They always look very cold and Stoic. Their emotions are often hard to read which is why they are the perfect person for threatening people, and they are also a great people reader. With those “talents” they also make a great bodyguard. Besides, that they are actually very soft when they are at home and surround by the people they love. They are wearing leather jackets...and leather jackets only. They actually dyed their hair, now they have black hair with red highlighters. Their aim is also great, and they are also quick at drawing their gun. They´ve been taught by Asgore and Undyne. 

Frisk: Together with Sans and Papyrus they are always walking together. They are the assassins and the once that beat up annoying people. Frisk is actually very charming and kind, but their kindness hides a storm. This little body hides a dangerous killer. They're also making deals with other Mafia groups or the police or with other thugs. When they do not have to assassinate somebody, then they often hang at Grillbys bar or the help Asriels group. They are also living together with Sans and Papyrus they are Frisks dunkles. And Frisk is kind of the boss of their little Group.

Sans: He is the best fighter in this Family, but he does listen more to Frisk and Papyrus than to Asgore. They are the only reason he is actually with the Mafia. He is hardworking. Besides, beating up idiots. He is actually always collecting information about the person that they have to assassinate. And he is actually helping Undyne and Papyrus with the interrogation. He has the best aim out of them all, but he prefers to either use just his hands or his magic because its more fun. He still loves to hang out at Grillbys bar. And he actually trains quite a lot. He has a short temper and he if he isn´t taking it out on their target than he takes it out on a dummy.

Papyrus: The interrogator and torturer. Despite him being arrogant he actually loves having Frisk as their boss. He doesn´t really enjoy being a leader anyways. He also somewhat admires that his brother is so hardworking even though he would never admit that. Papyrus is too stubborn and has a big ego. His weapon is an assault rifle. He loves the art of torturing people especially if this one dared to insult or threaten a member of the Family. Sans and Frisk usually do not notice, but Papyrus always glares at everyone who even looks strangely at them. He is slightly anxious, and he always expects someone to attack them. He actually loves his scar because he got it after killing a very dangerous Mafia Boss by himself (actually Sans helped him a bit with that). 

Mettaton: He owns a MTTs resort where his worker burgerpants secretly sells weapons, ammo, drugs, and also normal stuff like food and drinks. His club is the most famous one, and people love to hang out in there because there are always music and great atmosphere. He is also a great bodyguard. With him being having a robot body he can see if someone has a secret weapon, he can sense if someones is stressed or dangerous, and he has great reaction. His laser guns are very fun to use, too.

Napstablook: This little smug ghost is a bodyguard and a spy. He is a ghost , and is it impossible to see him. If there is a target that is very hard to assasinate then he helps Frisks group. If Undyne, Papyrus and Sans need help with interrogating he is always willing to help them by spitting some acid on the person. He can also makes somebody disappear without a trace. And he is also loves gambling.

Undyne: She trains the new recruits, guards Asgore and Toriel, always makes sure that their children are safe, and she is also a fantastic fighter. Even though she has a lot of jobs she doesn´t complain. She loves it...since she is always very energetic, active and in need of punching somebody she gets almost never tired. Because of her great work she sometimes gets a lot of free days which she spends with watching Anime, learning how to cook and playing her piano. She won´t be a good assassin though, since Frisks group are mostly very quiet. The last time they took her with them she just straight destroyed the whole building with the target.

Alphys: She and Gaster work on inventing new poisons, medicine, drugs and other chemicals. Most of the time Gaster kidnaps someone and they test their experiments on this person. Also, she and Gaster often heal if someone gets injured during a fight. She also gave Mettaton his body.

Gaster: He is a mad genius. He created a posion that makes people only say the truth, and then this person dies. 

Grillby, Webber (Male version of Muffet) and Burgerpants are all dealers: Grillby deals with ammo and weapons, and he also owns his own Bar. Webber has a bakery were she sells normal food, but also drugs and posions. And Burgerpants works for Mettaton. He actually wishes that he would have a better job than only the dealer. Each of them are heavily protected by the Family even though Grillby doesn´t really need protecting since he is great in combat.

Their nicknames:

Asgore: The Godfather

Toriel: Donna, Madam

Asriel: Shotung

Chara: exterminator?, cold eye? (I don´t really know)

Frisk: little boss

Sans: bruiser.

Papyrus: Assault rifle or just rifle

Undyne: Due process

Napstablook: Acid, Acid spitter

Mettaton: lasergun.

Alphys: Doc.Poison

Gaster: sulfur

Grillby: pyre.

(Male Muffet): Webber, gentlespidey. Spidey?

Burgerpants: Whiskers,

#Undertale #Undertale headcanons #Undertale AU #Mafiatale AU #Mafiafell #Mafiafell Asgore #Godfather #Asgore #Mafiafell Toriel #Toriel #Donna #Mafiafell Asriel #Asriel #Mafiafell Chara #Mafiafell Frisk #little boss #Mafiafell Sans #Sans #bruiser #Mafiafell Papyrus #Papyrus #assault rifle #Mafiafell Undyne #Undyne #Due process #Mafiafel Napstablook #Acid #Mafiafell Mettaton #lasergun #Mafiafell Alphys

[itbe-jess]

Masklophobia: Chapter 6

Karl's Paradise- 02x04: My Webby Valentine

Now onto the 4th episode of the 2nd season. It's a... ...god damn Valentine's Day special. As you can tell by the title. Anyways, let's dive right in, shall we?

The episode begins with that hillbilly lizard, who's at the start of every episode, taking a nap by the "Welcome to the Paradise" sign. He then awakens, yawns, then a cartoon bee flew into his mouth. He choked for a while, then eventually spat it out. Next, the show pans to the Paradise town, festive in Valentine's Day decorations. We witness a lot of heteronormativity coming from the stock puppet characters. After that, we cut to the Paradise Critters.

More random puppet characters are fishing by the lake, when Fins popped up, holding a bouquet of roses, saying "HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! *Chuckles*" The fisher puppets come to take a closer look at the roses, and sniff them, but then water had sprayed out. She laughed, then presented them with real roses as a "No hard feelings" apology.

Cut to Junior; He was in school, where his classmates were having a card exchange. A female student (named Shirley) was two seats away from him. Shirley was a dog puppet, with pigtail like ears, and she appeared to be checking Junior out. Ughhhh, forced romance on eight year-olds. She stared at Junior as she watched him sort through his box of cards, just carelessly shuffling and making himself a mess. The mammoth stopped as he picked something up: Chocolate candies with a card attached. Shirley seemed to be fullfilled, implying that it came from her. Unfortunately, Junior crumbled up the card, tossed it aside, then ate the candies. Shirley was left heartbroken. "Boys..."

We then now cut to the Happy Belly Diner. Yum-Yum was placing a bunch of Valentines Day treats, including a punch bowl, on the counter. Barkstone and Saxxo stared in awe. Mama LongLegs was in the background, hovering over a bowl of soup. Back to Yum-Yum, she said that King Karl had chosen her to be the caterer for this year's Valentine's Day ballroom party. She let Saxxo have a sample of one of them. After trying one, he commented with glee.

"Mmm, mmm mmm! This some hearty, heart filled goodness right here, Yums! Although... Maybe ah should try another batch-"

"Don't you dare, honey! These are for the Lovers Ball! But... ...if you're still hungry, I whipped you up a special Valentine gift."

Yum-Yum presented Saxxo with a small gift box. Inside the box were Valentine's Day sugar cookies, shaped like hearts.

"Aw, mama, this awfully SWEET of you. Wish ah had the time to make you somethin'."

"No need for that. Just keep up with them soothin', jim-dandy melodies."

"Oh! Perhaps ah can treat you to a personal, live performance. You gonna dig this tune! Ah wrote it specially for the Lovers Ball!"

"Interesting. Do you have a name for it?" Asked Barkstone.

"Yes indeedy, man! It's called 'Gonna Take Super Sticky Glue To Keep Me Close To You!'"

While Saxxo played some smooth jazz on his saxophone, the next segment transitioned. It was a beautiful, pencil drawn animation, with a harp score, about a cupid helping a sad, lonely boy cheer up by hooking him up with a girl. ... Apparently, romance is the key to find happiness. Good animation. Bad message.

We're back to the Happy Belly Diner scene, except it's filmed from the outside, with Van Goose coming up. Before she enters the diner, she ran into Mama LongLegs coming out.

"Hahppy Vahlentine's day, Meess LahngLegs!"

"Ohhhh, *Stomps foot down* bah humbug!"

The spider storms away angrily, leaving Van Goose confused. As she entered, Saxxo stops and greets the bird.

"Ees eet just me, or ees LahngLegs up een seex ahrms?"

"Mm. It ain't just you, babeh. She has been quiet around this room, sittin' all by herself while lookin' so gloom." Said Saxxo.

"I'll say. She ordered herself some soup, and told me to hold the fly." Said Yum-Yum.

"Fortunately, there is a basis behind this tale. The poor lady arachnid is faced with another lonely episode on the most romantic day of the year! The day where she once believed she had a chance to find the love she's been yearning for, but now accepted the fact that it would just turn out the same dull way as always. Well, it's not her fault for being so unattractive." Said Barkstone.

Saxxo and Yum-Yum both smacked the blue dog for that last statement. The four fell into a discussion on how they wanted to cheer Mama LongLegs up. Barkstone suggested that they let her be. Yum-Yum suggested that they find a man for her, who won't be repulsed by her looks. (Maybe a literal blind date) Saxxo suggested they each give her a gift to make her feel better. Suddenly, a lightbulb appeared over Van Goose's head, indicating that she had an idea.

We pan to the outside of LongLegs's cottage, then inside of her cottage, where we find her knitting webs. She made herself a sweater, complained about how ugly it looked, then dealt with the fact that she might as well wear an ugly sweater, since she would never catch true love anyways. The doorbell rang. LongLegs threw her sweater on the floor, then marched angrily to answer the door.

"Can't a lady go through an emotional state in peace?!"

Nobody was there. Well, something was there. On her doorstep, there was a basket, which contents were a bouquet of flowers, a heart shaped box, and an envelope sealed off with a heart sticker. She took the basket inside. The flowers were an assortment of different colors and varieties, and smelled like a breezy garden. Inside the box were chocolate covered grasshoppers. They looked yummy, and tasted like they came from an expensive candy store. The letter was a romantic poem.

"Each passing day and each passing night, I wish I could keep you in my sight. With your stellar talent, I knew you had broke the mold. All six arms of yours I wish to hold. Let's reprise Miss Muffet, add in a little twist. Whereas instead of running away, it ends with a kiss. You are the spice providing the flavor. I'd like to meet you sometime later. With love... ...your secret admirer."

Mama LongLegs was so delighted, she began to break into song. I am not gonna recite it for you. It's pretty forgettable. Anyways, it was about her wondering what her secret admirer is like. Is he tall, short, fair, or dark? Is he slender, or a brawny champ? Is he an elegant duke, or a wild bad boy? Throughout the song, we are taken into her cartoon visualizations. She imagined her man to be another spider of some sort. Marvel Comics' Spider-Man was deemed the "brawny champ" of the song.

"I don't know what he is, or what he looks like. All I know is that I finally found someone who admires me deeply. Wait, 'I'd like to meet you sometime later.' *Happily squeals* Ohhh boy! Ohhh girl! I betcha he'll be there at the Lovers Ball! Oh, but what shall I wear? I can't be seen in this old thing on a special night like this! How's my breath?! My hair is way too uptight!"

Meanwhile, watching from the window outside;

"'I'd like to meet you sahmetime lahtair?' ees zat whaht we wahnted hare to believe?!" Van Goose snapped.

"I'm sorry, babeh. Ah was runnin' low on time to tell a rhyme, so ah improvised. Is that a crime?" Saxxo replied.

"What if we just tell her that the Lovers Ball is probably not the time her secret admirer had in mind?" Asked Yum-Yum.

"Because zen she'd question us on how we knew zat hare secret ahdmeerair wahnted to meet hare sahmetime lahtair. eet just gives eet ahll ahway."

"You have a good point. What do we do now?"

Unfortunately for Barkstone, he had plans.

"I'd love to help you untangle out of this WEB, but I have to get ready for the Lovers Ball tonight. I have a date with a purebred Maltese!"

The magician dog disappeared in a puff of smoke. The three other Critters coughed, and started fanning away the smoke.

"Why, I don't believe him! There's only five hours away till the ball, and he just gave us the bum's rush! Boy am I surprised he managed to land himself a date."

Yum-Yum's complaint gave Van Goose a new idea.

"I sink I cahme up weeth a new nahtion!"

"Sink is right. We sure sunk."

"No, Saxxo, no! Sink! Sink! Idea! I mean I've gaht a new plahn!"

"New plan? Well, why didn't ya say so? Lay it on us!"

"You see: LahngLegs ees hahpeeng fahr hare secret ahdmeerair to be ze perfect mahn, right? Hut whaht eef we try to cahnveence hare zat he's naht whaht she'd expect?"

Yum-Yum and Saxxo liked the plan, and they slapped both of Van Goose's wings a high-five. We cut to the next skit, where it's a humorous cartoon that tells the tale about animals "expressing their love" in different ways than humans. I'm pretty sure that's what animals do before they mate. Of course, kid shows shouldn't let kiddies know that the animals fuck.

Now we're down to the LabRat segment. Same opening with the eerie enterance and organ music, blah blah blah. Pan to LabRat. It appears he is working on one of those chemical setups. I don't know science, sorry. All the chemicals are then transferred into this cologne bottle, then the rat seals it. Eger appears, and he has a potted flower on his head for no reason.

"Hello, master!"

"Why hi, Eger. How has- Eger, you have a potted flower on your head."

"Ohhhhh, that's funny! So do I! Anyways; Happy Valentine's Day, master!"

Eger gives LabRat a Valentine card, where it said "You blinded me with science."

"Awwwwww, Eger, you shouldn't have. Really."

"So, what did you get me?"

LabRat panicked for a moment, and searched around his labcoat to find something. He then pointed to a fake distraction so that Eger would turn his head. LabRat grabbed the potted flower, and gave it to him.

"It's lovely! Now I have a match for the one on my head! So, what have you been cooking up, master?"

"Oh, it's a device that will put an end to all loneliness."

"An ever-lasting pet rock?"

"No! Even better! *Turns the bottle around to reveal the labled name* A love potion!"

"Love potion? Love potion, master?"

"Yes, love potion! By just applying a small dose of this highly concentrated pheromone, the scent will lure in the love of your life!"

"Master, I don't think it's a good idea to force love on someone like that. Love takes time."

"Love takes forever. (Or in my highschool case, love takes never)"

"But master, it doesn't sound right! Love is too precious to mess with! A girl has a life of her own, you know? Why not just use the basic steps to winning the female species?"

Damn, this is probably the only time Eger had some decent sense. Also, I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear the term "female species." Eger then brought out a presentation board with all the steps.

"Try being nice to her, like she were a person like you. Talk to each other to find out what you like in one another. Give her some pretty flowers. Then that's it! You don't need no stinkin' love potion."

"You have pointed out some very good details, Eger. But with my pride, the heck with it! I need a date to the Lovers Ball!"

Dismissing Eger's advice, LabRat told his assistant to stand by the door. He dabbed himself with the love potion, only at his arms and behind one of his ears. Then he told Eger to release the test subjects. Eger opened the door, to let in a couple of female puppet characters. If they were standing outside of the cellar this whole time, how come we didn't see them in the segment's intro? LabRat freshened his breath with breath spray and he put on a bowtie.

One of them approached the rat. Instead of giving him affection, she slapped him across the face. Another one came over, and stomped on his foot. The third one pushed him over. Finally, they all joined together for a good rat beating. Can't say he didn't deserve it. When they were done, the ladies exited the cellar in disgust. We pan to LabRat lying belly down on the floor. Eger hovered over him. When LabRat asked Eger to help him up, he just hit him on the snout.

"Bad master!"

Eger left to join the ladies, leaving LabRat alone in his lab. Groaning in pain, the rat picked himself up, using the nearby counter for support.

"Ya know, I've truly learned something from all of this."

You may think he has learned his lesson on not to probe a woman's feelings, but no, he decided to relabel his new invention as "hate potion."

The last animated skit of the episode, we watch yet another lovely animation (stop motion) about candy hearts forming the word "Valentine," then into a beating heart. We then transition to the night scene, outside of the Lovers Ball. Pan to inside, everyone is having a ball. Dancing with their partners, eating, drinking punch. Saxxo was performing on stage. Slouch was the security, but currently sleeping on the job.

Barkstone was wearing a black tuxedo, Yum-Yum wore a skirt and some jewerly, Saxxo wore a sequin suit, Van Goose wore a white tuxedo top, and Mama LongLegs had a red dress, pearl necklace, and her hair tied in a ponytail. Speaking of Mama LongLegs, she was sitting at a table for two, all by herself. Van Goose was at the buffet table, getting herself some punch, while watching the poor spider await for her Prince Charming. A pig puppet approached her table.

"Is this seat taken, ma'am?"

"Yes!"

"By who?"

"My dreamboat, that's who!"

"Where is he?"

"He'll be here, eventually!"

"Has he arrived yet?"

"No, but he will!"

"Mind if I warm up this chair for him while you wait?"

"TO THE MOON, PORKCHOPS!"

Mama LongLegs raised her voice, causing the pig to scurry. Van Goose went over to Yum-Yum, who brought over another tray of hors d'oeuvres, and told her to act now. The bear came up to LongLegs' table, helping herself to a seat. LongLegs was confused at first, because she was expecting a man.

"Hey, LongLegs. How have you been, hun?"

"Ahhh, I've been doing fabulous now that I've found love on this day to celebrate! Heeheehee. Now please get out of that chair before he gets here and thinks I gave his seat away."

"Oh, you met someone? I'm very happy for you! What's this fella like?"

"Well, we didn't exactly met, but we're expecting to meet here, at the Lovers Ball. He implied it in the letter he sent me. *Gives letter to Yum-Yum* Along with some chocolate covered grasshoppers and fragrant flowers. Now, may you pardon yourself-"

"*Pretends to read note* Oh my goodness. Uh-uh, oh my goodness. Tsk tsk tsk."

"What is it?"

"Hun, I think I recognize this handwriting. I don't know his name in particular, but I do know who this came from. This dude dropped by the Happy Belly Diner a few weeks back. Gracious, I've never seen such a messy eater in my life. He slurps his stew, shoves his entire plate clean in one bite, and digs his face, literally, into his dessert. Talk about animal manners. Messy, messy, messy."

"Ooooooohhh, sounds like he has the appetite of a real predator! I like that in guys."

Well, that failed nicely. After being politely asked to move from the chair one last time, Yum-Yum excused herself. She then broke the news to Van Goose, on how LongLegs was excited to know that there's someone who eats more disgustingly than her. Van Goose decided to ask Saxxo next. Meanwhile, Yum-Yum found a sad, lonely old man. ...dog. Drowning his sorrows in punch.

"You seem under the weather there, Barkstone."

"Well don't rain on my parade."

"Had trouble with your date?"

"Like that's any of your business!"

"Okay-"

"She left me for this feeble, puny little Chihuahua. I'll never understand women."

Elsewhere, Saxxo was playing the tune he showed us earlier in the episode. Suddenly, Van Goose called him from behind the red curtains. The show still had to go on, so Saxxo put someone else in his place. A rabbit puppet that played the spoons. Saxxo went behind the red curtains, then came out covered in roller bandages, and walked with a cane. King Karl witnessed the whole affair, which got him to be suspicious. The tiger limped as fast as he could to Mama LongLegs.

"Oh jeez, Saxxo! What happened to you?!"

"That fella... Your secret admirer... Earlier that day, Ah was just all cool, playin' mah music to go, when ah bumped into HIM! He a bad dude! I'm not talkin' bout the good kind of bad!"

"HE did this to you?"

"Uh-huh. I wanted to pass by, and forget the whole thang ever happened, but this man got issues! He battered me to a pulp, and was well aware that ah was uncapable of defending myself. Look at dis body and say otherwise!"

"Golly! He must be such a strong, sturdy hunk! (I think I'm in love!)"

"What about me?!"

"Well, you did bump into him without saying 'excuse me.'"

That plan backfired as well. The only option left was to tell Mama LongLegs the truth. Before Van Goose got to say anything to LongLegs, Barkstone made a dramatic entrance with a puff of smoke. He was now sitting in that chair, wearing a ridiculous spider costume, and a false mustace.

"Sorry I'm late, madam! My limo needed repair. Might I introduce myself: I am John George Henry Lewis Raphael III! Owner of the largest oil company in the Paradise, and The First National Kidney Donor Bank!"

Van Goose tugged Barkstone by his false mustace and whispered into his ear.

"Bahrkstahne, whaht ahre you doing?"

"Helping out, of course. You owe me big time in this, by the way."

The dog continued to chat with LongLegs. You couldn't tell by her face, but her tone showed that she wasn't falling for it. ...and ready to kill.

"My, you sure are lovely on this fine night! Did anyone ever tell you that you look better in the dark lighting?"

"Barkstone... ...what is this?"

King Karl appeared and asked "Yes, what is this," but in a lighthearted manner. After Van Goose painfully tore off the false mustace from Barkstone's face, she explained everything. Since LongLegs' bad mood and losing hope in Valentine's Day, Van Goose decided to make up a fake admirer so that LongLegs knows that she is loved. Barkstone provided the flowers (magically), Yum-Yum made the chocolate covered grasshoppers, and Saxxo wrote the poem. Van Goose guided them.

She also explained that they never intented to have this secret admirer meet Mama LongLegs, but had no choice because Saxxo got carried away in the rhymes. King Karl lectured the four Critters. He told them that it's never okay to fool somebody's feelings, and quotes that love is too delicate to mess with. There are many alternatives to making your friends happy, especially on Valentine's Day. Van Goose timidly stepped up to Mama LongLegs, and apologized for all that has happened.

"We're ahll equally sahrry, LahngLegs. We just wahnted to mahke you hahppy, ahnd breeng your speerit een Vahlentine's Day bahck, because we cahre fahr you. We nevair meant to breeng such hahrm."

Mama LongLegs hesitated for a moment.

"As much as I want to be mad at you, it's just impossible knowing I have friends who love me so much. I guess the best Valentine a woman can ever have is her own friends."

Van Goose and Mama LongLegs hugged things out. The others joined in too, even Barkstone, only because the moment was too heartwarming to ignore. Before the episode ends for good, and the credits roll, it's Paradise Fun-Time, which Van Goose shows us how to make crafty Valentine's Day cards. Seems more relevant than any of the hacks from 5-Minute Crafts. Catch you later, loves!

#The Banana Splits Movie #remake #horror #Masklophobia #original characters

[quintessencea]

Hey, so what if I throw Sans on an auction block to be sold as a slave? I think that could be fun. He's not gonna like it much though >:)

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"And now," Grillby said loudly to the assembled crowd, "we have the main event. A true rarity beyond all the other monsters offered today. A living, breathing skeleton!"

The crowd cheered, and Sans resisted the urge to look at them. He'd rather not know how many people had stuck around for the offer to "buy" him.

The door swung open on Sans' cage. He tried to shrink back into the corner, but there was no where to run. Grillby's hand wrapped around his arm, dragging him out as he kicked and fought.

"Let me go, you bastard!" he yelled, landing punches on the monsters arm without effect. With only 1 point of ATK to his name, Sans' resistance was meaningless. He knew he should conserve his strength, but as he was pulled bare boned onto the stage he couldn't hold back the self preservation instinct that demanded he fight back.

"Not very well trained, is he?" A voice called, and the crowd laughed. There were dozens. Far more than Sans expected.

Grillby reached out with his other hand and grabbed Sans around the throat, turning him and forcing him to stand upright on his toes as he was presented to the crowd with no more consideration than he'd give a dead goose offered for sale. Sans' fingers grabbed uselessly at the Grillby's fingers, unable to find purchase in the swirling magic that made up the elemental's form. The crowd cheered, and Grillby chuckled behind him.

"Why, that simply means he doesn't have any bad habits and can be taught as you please." Grillby laughed, dropping his voice to a stage whisper. "Or he can be taught -to- please."

Sans wished he was facing Grillby so that he could spit in his stupid, flickering face.

"Why is he so short?" Another voice called and a rumble of laughter rolled through the crowd. "He looks so small!" Someone else shouted.

Grillby let out a booming laugh of his own, patting Sans on the head like a beloved yet stupid dog. Seething, Sans resisted the urge to growl like one.

"I assure you, he's a full grown monster. Why, haven't you heard that good things come in small packages?" Grillby moved as he spoke, forcing Sans to walk where he was lead on the tips of his toes. "True, he's small. And yes, weak. But get a little magic running through these bones and you'll see how truly unique skeletons can be."

Sans could feel the eyes of the crowd on him, see the excited faces illuminated by the lamps that lit the courtyard and smelled the anticipation in the air. He'd never felt more exposed in his life. He'd never -been- more exposed in his life, presented bare boned for the pleasure and curiosity of others.

He wanted nothing more than to kill them all. If he had his way, he'd slaughter the entire city and wipe this place off the map. Just for the satisfaction of killing every last monster in the city that took his brother from him.

"Let me go, you son of a bitch!" He hissed, as Grillby continued to frog march him around the platform to the jibes and insulting praise of the assembled audience.

"Now," Grillby called, and the crowd fell silent. "Shall we start the bidding at three hundred gold pieces?"

A murmured sound of disbelief swept through the watchers, and Sans could hardly blame them for it. One hundred was standard. Two hundred was exceptional. Sans had been sure Grillby would low ball him for 50 or less, if no reason other than to add insult to injury.

"What makes him worth that much?" A spider woman asked skeptically from the front row as she crossed two pairs of arms in front of her chest.

"Ah, Miss Muffet, ma cherie," Grillby said, pulling on a accent so sweetly fake it made Sans' teeth itch. "Why, he's a skeleton! You'll never see another like him!"

Muffet looked less than impressed, until another monster spoke up from behind her.

"Variable magic," the new monster said. He was tall, taller even than Grillby. He was barely watching Sans and the auction at all, looking bored as he scanned the crowd with only a single good eye, the other shut from old damage. "He can be what you want him to be."

"You're quite right! Why, Doctor Gaster," Grillby said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "I didn't realize you were here! What a surprise!"

It was a lie, as without a doubt Grillby would have noticed and categorized every possible mark present. Nonetheless Sans went still, his Soul stuttering at the name.

Gaster.

The Royal Scientist, the monster responsible for untold wonders of technology and magic, who made life possible throughout the Underground. The monster who created the dampening bracelet currently locked around Sans' wrist and sealing his magic away. Whose dark appetites were the things of whispered nightmares among some of of the enslaved he'd been store with, because those purchased by Gaster were never seen again. 

Rumors said he liked to make them scream before they dusted. 

And he was here.

As if drawn by Sans' sudden fear, the tall monster's gaze turned from the crowd to look directly at Sans. He looked almost bored, but Sans could see the intelligence in that eye, a coldness behind the carefully impassive mask.

"And what does that mean?" Muffet demanded, and the monster with one eye tilted his head slightly.

"As I said, he can be what you want him to be. Or, perhaps you don't know how to handle a slave with the potential of as much power as this one likely has?"

The monster's voice was smooth, rich and warm, and it reminded Sans of dark, black coffee. It made his locked magic prickle warningly in his fingertips even as it sent a shiver down his spine.

Muffet reddened slightly, anger flashing through each of her many eyes before she locked it back down, covering it with a smile. When the smile turned to a smirk, she raised a hand in a mockery of coyness.

"And, what about you?" She asked, voice layered with contempt thick enough to be heard under all of her false sweetness. "An old monster like you? What would you possibly want from a slave like this?"

"I'm merely here to observe the bidding process," The Royal Scientist said. "It is quite fascinating to see how much value you all place in a creature that you clearly only intend to use for... Common pleasures." He turned back to Sans, an intensity in his gaze that hadn't been there before. "He's wasted on a monster like you."

Muffet bristled, but before she could speak again Grillby interrupted.

"Now, now, Muffet. There's no need for such hostility. And Doctor, please, this little skeleton is anything but common. Perhaps a demonstration of some of his… more unique talents is in order?"

Sans felt his marrow run cold in his bones. He could practically feel the weight of Gaster's one working eye upon him, heavier than the gaze of everyone in the courtyard combined. Staring at him, and only him, the curiosity apparent. So much for only observing. With Gaster here, Sans could already see the future unfolding, the way it would go. If there was one thing he was certain of, it was that he couldn't leave with Gaster.

"Don't you fucking dare," he snarled at Grillby, doing his best to kick him with his weak, stupidly ineffective legs as the elemental drew him close, wrapping an arm around his chest to hold him still. Having the weight taken off his throat was nice, but he was determined to be as difficult as possible.

"I'm not a toy," he growled, the words feeling sick coming from his own mouth. "And I won't be your fucking entertainment."

"Now, now," Grillby whispered, barely loud enough for Sans to hear. "The crowd was promised a skeleton. If it's not you…"

Grillby let the sentence hang but the message was clear. If Sans didn't cooperate, it will be Papyrus on the block instead.

"It's your choice."

Sans had no choice. He rather rip his arms off than sell himself away like this, but he had no choice. He stilled.

"Fuck you," he growled, but Grillby only smiled wider. He knew he'd won.

"Are you going to behave now?" Grillby asked, his breath hot against the side of Sans' skull. "Put on a good show for us?"

Sans said nothing, grinding his teeth together.

With a condescending chuckled that nearly set Sans back to fighting, Grillby whispered, "I trust that will be a 'yes'."

The crowd was watching closely, curiosity reflected on every face. But there was one face was watching more intently than the rest. Sans didn't dare look at the monster, but it was almost as if Sans could specifically feel Gaster's gaze on his body. As if he were cataloguing every inch of bone, and Sans didn't want to consider the reason, though he couldn't hold back a shudder at the thought.

The elemental led him closer to the crowd and then let him go, leaving Sans standing by himself on the edge of the stage.

"So," Grillby called to the crowd, voice back at full volume. "As you all can see, he is only bones! Lovely bones, to be sure, but still not exactly useful for our needs here. But with the right intent… Well, let's let the crowd decide! Cock, or pussy?"

The monster's tone was light, joking almost. It made the crowd of deviants laugh, but made Sans seeth anew with anger and hate.

"Cock!" Someone called.

"Pussy!" Cried another.

He saw Gaster lean towards Muffet, saying something Sans couldn't hear. She looked distrustful, but then all of her eyes went wide with sudden surprise before narrowing again in delight.

"Both!" Muffet shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth to better project her voice above the rest.

A few members of the crowd laughed, but Sans' Soul dropped like a stone.

"Both?" Grillby echoed, amused.

"Why not?" Muffet shrugged, smiling sweetly. "After all, you said he is a monster of many talents."

Sans could taste sour magic rise up in his throat as the crowd cheered and hollered their approval.

"Yes, why not?" The elemental laughed. "Not one or the other, but both! Go on, Sans, give the crowd what they want."

"You've got to be kidding," he growled. "I'm not doing that."

"Look, he's shy!" Grillby called. "Seems he needs some motivation, what do you say my fine monsters? Give him some encouragement!"

As the crowd's voice rose in cheers, Grillby leaned in again. "Is that your final answer, Sans? Say the word, and your debt will go to your brother."

He wanted to refuse. He wanted to turn and run from the stage, blasting away anyone that dared to stop him. But even if he'd had his magic in his control he knew he couldn't. Not while they still had Papyrus.

"I hate you so much."

Grillby's grin held all the comfort of burning alive. "I know. Now, be a good boy and give the people what they want."

Humiliation burned across his face as he closed his eyes. If he had to do this the least he could do was not look at them.

Hesitantly, Sans reached for his pelvis, resting his fingers against his public symphysis as he tried to call enough intent to summon the little bit of his magic he was allowed. His hands trembled as he lightly stroked the shallow notch, his own touch feeling coarse and uncomfortable.

"Harder!"

"Look at him shake!"

It was mortifying. Try as he might, Sans couldn't make himself ignore the jeers and catcalls of the audience. From the way the tone of the calls shifted, he knew they could tell that he was failing.

"What's the matter, skeleton? Too tired?"

"Go on, do something!"

"I bet he can't even get it up!"

"Is he crying?"

To his utter horror and shame, Sans realized he was. This wasn't working. He couldn't arouse himself on command. It was impossible. Stars, he hated this. He hated every damn second of it.

"Maybe he needs a hand?" Muffet called, stepping forward and placing two hands onto the stage. Her dark eyes glittered with mirth as she reached a third hand up in offer.

"Maybe you're right," Grillby said, stepping up beside Sans. "Are you offering to assist him?" He reached down when she nodded, grabbing her hand and effortlessly lifting her on stage. "I think he can use all the help he can get. Good luck."

Sans shrank back as she approached.

"C'mon," she said, reaching out with her long arms to Sans. "I'll help you. You need it."

He shoved her hand away, not daring to say anything. With the way his throat clogged up with the horror of the situation he doubted he could get words to form even if he'd wanted to. Grillby cleared his throat in irritation, and Sans froze.

Muffet only smiled wider as her hands closed around both of Sans', guiding them both to his pelvis. She moved until she was behind him, nearly clutching him to her chest as she stroked the top of his skull with one of her other hands.

"Go on, now, there's a good pet."

Her chitinous fingers ran over the back of his hand, tracing idle circles on one wrist as she pressed the other harder against his symphysis, using his own hand to stroke himself. He wanted to yank his hands away, to scream at her until his voice gave out. Instead, just he let her touch him. Past his hatred for what she was doing to him, a small shudder of pleasure ran through him as he felt a tingling rise up in his bones.

Sans felt his magic build more as she curled his own fingers against his pubic arch. Another hand ghosted across his iliac crest to wrap around his lower spine, all the while petting the crown of his skull with soft, gentle strokes.

He felt her other hands moving along the rest of his body, touching everywhere. They ran over his ribs, his arms, his spine, the side of his face.

"That's it. You're doing fine, pet."

It felt good when she did it, and he hated it.

She stroked him until he was tingling all over. He let out a shudder as he felt his magic grow heavy, called by her intent. It was too warm, too wet to be comfortable.

"Yes, that's it," she cooed. "Very good."

He closed his eyes, and forced himself to breathe through it as she brought her fingers to swirl through the magic, drawing it forward with one hand as she pressed his own back, into the growing wetness. Sans' breath caught as the magic crackled around his fingers, trying to form, and he knew Muffet must be able to feel it too as she coaxed more outward, encouraging him to make a cock. 

Murmurs filled the crowd, and he tried not to think of what he must look like, bare and exposed, magic glowing between his joints as the hands, too many hands, stroked and fondled him everywhere. His breath was uneven now, ragged at the edge.

"Do it," Muffet commanded suddenly, all of her hands tightening at once. Head, shoulders, ribs, spine, pelvis... The sensation was too much, and he shook, clenching his jaw to keep from crying out as his magic snapped solidly into place. 

The murmuring turned into exclamations, some approving, some jeering and Muffet relaxed her hold on him, letting him pull his fingers out of himself. But she her hand remained wrapped around his cock, thumb stroking gently across the surface.

"Does he really got both?" Someone called. 

Muffet giggled, lifting Sans' hand still trapped in her grip. He didn't have to open his eyes to know they were covered in his own blue slick. He could feel it. Shame burned hotter than ever as the jeering picked up a notch, mocking. 

"Are you finished?" He snarled, his chest heaving. "If you all are done...." he broke off, realizing how pathetic he sounded even to his own ears. He took a breath, opened his eyes, and tried again. Putting on his best glare, he looked into the crowd. "As much as-"

His eyes met Gaster's, and he froze, immobilized by the look in the monster's eye.

Gone was the bored mask, replace by an exoression of pure hunger. His good eye was wide, and held the kind of darkness that threatened to swallow Sans alive. He couldn't move, not even with Muffet's hand still slowly stroking his dick, hands tickling bone and teasing the joints between them. He wished he could say the magic wasn't hard. He wished for a lot of things.

"We're not even close to done," Grillby said, his voice coming out as a pleased hiss.

Sans snapped out of his daze as Grillby grew near again, turning his glare on the arrogant elemental. "You got what you asked for," he said, pulling against Muffet's hold. She only giggled. "Let me go."

"Oh no, Sans. They need a show." Grillby looked over Sans' shoulder, asking pleasantly, "Just a bit more, if you would, Miss Muffet. You don't mind, do you?"

He might as well have been asking for a cup of sugar. Sans' panic began to rise in his chest again as he once again realized how utterly devoid of basic kindness this entire world had become.

"Of course not dearie."

"Fuck, no," Sans whispered, horrified. "Show some mercy, please."

Grillby's laugh this time was full of warmth, but none of it was for Sans. "That depends on the mood of the crowd." He looked over the assemblage, holding his hand out towards Sans like he was being offered up to the mob. "What do you say, my dear ladies and gentlemonsters? Would you care to show him Mercy?"

Grillby nodded to Muffet, and her hand tightened around his cock, another slipping back between his legs to pressing into the wet slick that had been steadily building.

"Or would you prefer we continue the show?"

[ut-acttoflirt]

I never realized it until now but...Sans is so short, both him and Napstablook but I'm more conscious of his shortness. I dunno, maybe it was seeing how Papyrus had to carry Willo in his cg compared to Willo carrying Sans (and Blooky) I actually prefer love interests who are taller but somehow the height difference between them is adorable to me. It's as if it's the cutest thing in the world. Aahhh~ I can think of so many fluffy headcanons based on that dynamic.

P.s. flustered skeletons are absolutely adorable tibia honest. I can't stop screaming at Paps and sans's cgs being all blushy uwu

Sans isn't actually isnt even the shortest! Napstablook's actually a bit taller than him too ;)

The height reference point I used was Willo being about 5'9" to 5'11" (175 cm to 180 cm).

Sans is 4'9" (145 cm), the next two shortest being Alphys at 4'8" (142 cm) and Muffet at 4'2" (127 cm). Napstablook is about 4'11" (150 cm).

Papyrus is 6'8" (208 cm) actually, so he's one of the tallest characters!! That's why he had to pick up Willo. Asgore also picks up Willo -- but he's like. Really tall. I didn't really make a height for him other than "really tall" (that I remember, I may have written it somewhere sgdns). Undyne also technically picks up Willo, but she's 6'0" (183 cm) and just has aggressive hugs.

Everyone else should be pretty much one or two inches taller than Willo, I believe. Unless I forgot someone 💦

I'm glad you liked the CG's though!! I must say it was very hard drawing all the tiny characters in interesting and actually functional positions for this... I personally like tiny chars but this was very difficult ;w;/

#answer #anonymous

[prixxiey]

Hi! I made this angsty HoneyMustard drawing and decided to make a story to go with it!

Read it here or on my Ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26338630

❤️ Enjoy❤️

Title:

Hoodie

Words:

1658

Summary:

Red is afraid of being in a relationship. It's too dangerous. It was a one way ticket to getting hurt...

That's why he needs to end it.

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Red growled lowly as he paced the floor of his room. That asshole! Who needed him anyways! Sittin’ in Muffets with that drunk monster hanging off of his arm..

“Screw him. Stupid mother..argh!” Red flopped onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling blankly. Sure, its not like him and Stretch were even together now, but it had only been a week! One!

And...sure, Red was the one that had broken off the relationship...But! He needed to keep the taller skeleton from hurting him. Stretch laughing and talking to that girl just proved Red’s worries! If he was over Red that quick, what would have stopped Stretch from doing shit behind his back?

“I don’t need him...fuck that lazy, smiley, bastard…” Red hissed lowly, rubbing at his eye. He wasn’t crying, just...had something in his eye…

“Fuck..” Red whimpered softly as he rolled onto his side. As he turned, the skeleton noticed something within the darkness of his room. A dull orange color laying on his floor…

Frowning. Red shakily got up and walked over to the offending object. Had it always been lying there? Red had spent an awful long time in his room as of late..but then again, the skeleton’s room stayed so messy it was a surprise he knew anything was in there.

“Why the hell did I keep this…” Red muttered to himself as he picked up the faded orange hoodie. For a few minutes, all he did was stare at the clothing in his hands. Then, he slowly brought it to his face and breathed in..God..it still smelled like Stretch.

Cigarette smoke and honey flooded his senses.

Before he knew it, Red was sitting back on his bed, his jacket discarded and the over sized hoodie enveloping him. It was 3 sizes too big for the short skeleton, but Red didn’t care. He let his phalanges brush over rough holes in the sleeves. All of Stretch’s hoodies had cigarette burns in them like these.

As Red sat there, the tears came rushing back. It wasn’t his fault...Stretch was just gonna hurt him if they were together. That’s how relationships work. Red grew up knowing that everyone’s out to hurt you..physically and emotionally. Only idiots let themselves get screwed over…

The conversation still felt like a fresh wound…

---

“What..?” Stretch’s voice was a mix of confusion and an emotion that Red couldn’t place. The shorter skeleton glared at him. It wasn’t hard to hold eye contact with the other monster, as Stretch was lounging on his couch. Red had debated just taking the cowards way out, sending a text to do this…

“I said I don’t wanna be with you anymore. You got shit in your ears or somethin?” Red hissed, arms crossed over his chest. Stretch slowly sat up, watching Red like he was a cornered animal.

“I heard ya, honey..Just..can we sit and talk about this? Did something happen…?” He asked slowly and calmly. It pissed Red off.

“Fuck no” He growled, taking a step back as Stretch stood up. He never understood why he was so tall. Stretch was a Papyrus, but stood taller than Red’s own brother by at least a head. “I don’t wanna talk. I’m done. There’s nothin’ to talk about”

“...This is about your world, isn’t it…?” The way Stretch seemed to be staring into his soul was nerve wracking. “You don’t wanna let yourself be happy cause of how fucked things were where you’re from…” He continued, making Red internally flinch. The shorter skeleton kept an annoyed expression, though.

“Wha-” Red took another step back, mentally planning out his escape route. Something deep in his mind said it was stupid to think Stretch would hurt him, but the rational side of his brain told that thought to fuck off. Why wouldn’t Stretch want to hurt him? He was breaking up with him.

Stretch seemed to notice something was off, because he frowned and took a step away from Red. He held his hands up gently, that odd look in his eyes again.

“Hey, its okay. I’m staying over here…” Stretch mumbled softly. “I...This is your decision, Red. I’m not gonna do anything to make you stay with me. I want you to be happy, alright? If you want us to be done, then we’re done…” he continued. Red stared at him and huffed, nodding.

“Good. We’re on the same page...and tell your fucking brother to leave mine alone.” Before Stretch could say a word, Red took a short cut back to his house. This was right. This was what needed to be done. He wasn’t going to let himself get hurt.

---

Hot tears were streaming down Red’s face now, as he took another breath of honey and smoke...Of Stretch. The skeleton didn’t know what hurt more now...the idea that he had to leave to protect himself, or the pain of actually leaving. Now all he had left was a fucking hoodie that was already losing the scent of its owner.

Red felt so pathetic.

A knock at his bedroom door startled him into a growl, staring down the offending object like a kid caught with a cookie jar. Red’s brother had been harassing him since the day he came back from Stretch’s house. He was probably coming by to tell Red he was being an idiot...again.

“Fuck off Papyrus! I’m not in the mood to deal with you right now!” Red growled defensively. There was a long pause on the other side of the door before Red’s soul dropped.

“Ya know, you’re not wrong , but you're wrong” That was not his brother. Standing up, Red walked briskly to the door and yanked it open. Standing there was a tired looking Stretch. His sockets widened slightly at the sight of Red. Oh…

Red was still wearing the hoodie.

“Hey honey…” Stretched started, his eye lights staying locked on the shorter skeleton’s face. At hearing the nickname, Red glowered at the lanky monster.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he hissed, face flushed red from both embarrassment and from his crying. Stretch was silent for a second before he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.

“Your brother called me. Uh..something about your magic flaring up and you being locked in your room…?” Stretch trailed off. Red blinked and slowly looked back into his room.

It was a mess.

Sure, Red’s room stayed a mess...but it was destroyed. The wallpaper was ripped and his furniture was strewn around with his clothes in varying stages of destruction. Well...shit. Slowly, Red looked back towards the other skeleton, sweat beading on his skull.

“Mind if I come in…?” Stretch asked. For what seemed like minutes, but was surely only seconds, Red stared up at him. Then, with a huff and a feeling of defeat, the shorter monster took a step back, letting Stretch inside.

Red retreated to the familiarity and safety of his bed, which was one of the only things left untouched in the ruined room. The door shut after Stretch walked inside, but it didn’t really matter. Their eyes were adjusted to existing in low light anyway. Stretch approached the bed slowly, like he was walking towards a frightened animal. Though, that comparison would work for Red in this moment.

“Can I show you something, Sans..?”

Red wasn’t sure what had him more flustered, Stretch sitting less than a foot away form him..or the fact that he wasn’t using their nicknames...but his face felt hot as he glanced at the skeleton.

“Whatever...s’ a free country” Red muttered, unsure of where Stretch was taking this conversation. The shorter monster waited and felt his breath hitch as a light filled the area around them.

It was his soul.

Red knew he shouldn’t stare..pulling out your own soul like this was so...intimate. In Red’s universe..trusting someone this stupidly was a straight shot to getting you killed. His face reddened more, eye lights flitting from the soul to Stretch’s face.

“I- What-” He whispered, but even that sounded loud in this silence.

“Check me” Stretch said simply, his soul floating casually between them. Both skeletons were the judges of their respective universes, and kept their souls locked away tightly. Red had never checked the taller monster and he had never been checked himself by Stretch. His brow furrowed as he did as instructed.

Papyrus. Lv 1. 1 HP…

*He loves you.

Red flinched at this revelation. Of course something deep in his own soul knew this already...but it was so terrifying to accept the truth. For some time, the two just sat in silence. Red was fighting an internal battle with himself, but one side finally won. His hand trembled and sweat beaded on his skull as he tried to will his soul out.

“Stop” Stretch grabbed Red by the hand, stopping the soft glow that was starting to form. Red’s eyes snapped up, brows scrunching together with hurt.

“Shh...it’s not what you think, honey. You aren’t ready for that. That’s okay. I wanted to do this, but I don’t expect it back from you” The taller monster murmured softly

“You’ve gone through too much. Showing me your soul is just gonna make things worse. I’m happy to wait as long as you need, but...I need you to know I’m never gonna hurt you. We can take things one step at a time in this thing we have. Just don’t push me away when you’re feeling scared…” Stretch continued. Red gulped and glanced away, hesitating. Those thoughts of survival told him that Stretch was lying, that this was all a ploy...but one look at that soul innocently existing between them.

“...I...Alright…” Red murmured, lacing their hands together. Things wouldn’t change over night, but this was a step in the right direction.

#undertale #undertale sans #undertale papyrus #underfell sans #underswap papyrus #HoneyMustard #undertale fandom #undertale fanfiction #undertale fanfic fanart #Undertale fanfic #undertale fanart #digital fanart #digital portrait #digital artwork #digital art

[chocolatte-and-despair]

I love your skeleton boys! Are you still doing match ups? If so could I do one? I’m a very tall girl (5’9 in my flat feet, 5’10 in my everyday shoes, and 5’11-6’ in my wedges) and I have legs for days. I’m kinda curvy not too much but my hips do not lie XD. I’m a preschool teacher who is a big book nerd and I have my own library that keeps growing despite no space .-. I collect almost anything interesting or unique and consider it one of my many hobbies. I love a good puzzle or riddle and stupid and corny jokes. I also love to bake and find it very relaxing. I have been hurt in the past so I have a hard time opening up at first and have suffered from anxiety attacks in the past because of it.

After thinking for a little bit, I decided to give you ... Mutt (Swapfell Papyrus)! Here are a few reasons why. Mutt’s a pretty good guy if we are talking honestly. He loves silly jokes and puzzles too. We could say that he is kind of a technology nerd because his room is filled with small robots that he has made from scratch. Some talk, some walk, and some are just for decoration, but he loves them all. Alongside that, he does have a passion for reading too but doesn’t have that much time with his job. Mutt has been hurt in the past many times, so he could understand the not opening up part and anxiety attack one. He has gone through them too. He’ll give you as much time and space as you want until you feel that you are ready to pursue something, but you need to do the same for him.

* His age: Human age: 931 years old, monster age: 19 years old

* His height:  6'3 feet

* His yandere type: Obsessive Yandere

* His dere type: Utsudere

* His Sexuality: Cisgender male Bisexual (Male preference) Demiromantic

A . How would he show his love and affection? How intense would it get? - Mutt would love to get you a lot of gifts to show you his affection if you would be uncomfortable with physical affection. He would probably even make you some handmade gifts too, but be careful with those. If he feels like you are doing something wrong or straying from him, those gifts might have a mini camera or microphone, if not both, hidden inside. 

B. What type of future is he planning with his lover? - Well, he always wanted to belong to someone, so he would probably want to match collars with you. Or well, in other words, maybe get married to you? You both could move in together, and if you ever wanted to quit your job, you could easily live off his wage, as even if he is young compared to other monsters, he already has a very good job because of his intelligence and quick learning.

C. What is the scariest moment with him? - It’s how aggressive he can get when he thinks that you are playing him or spending more time with someone. The sweet and shy Mutt is completely gone, replaced with an aggressive and forceful Mutt. Whenever he is in those moods... Well, he can do honestly anything to you without any guilt. Of course, when he calms down he is extremely sorry, begging for your forgiveness and telling you that he is going to get help, just please don’t leave him.

D. How does he usually act with his lover? - He usually tries to listen to your stories about how your work went. He actually is very interested too, as he rarely ever leaves the house. Actually, Mutt has agoraphobia, that’s why it will be rare that he ever leaves the house unless he is sure that the place you two are going is safe (Muffet’s or where his older brother lives). Of course, he will try to prepare you both dinner every day, so you could relax after a hard day of work. He will also try his best to keep the house clean so you wouldn’t need to stress about things like that.

E. How would he court his lover before? - Well, first of all, he would tell his intentions immediately. He would tell you that he likes you and that he would be interested in maybe being together, but of course, he will go slowly and will befriend you first. He won’t pressure you into accepting his feelings, but instead, he will try to befriend you and make you comfortable around him. If you don’t accept his feelings, that is fine too. He will be happy being your friend too. 

F. What's his favorite memory/thing in the relationship? - It’s the way you look excited whenever you find a new book you like. The way you light up each time you take a step into the house library. He wishes that that light would never go out and that maybe one day, he will be able to get the same reaction out of you too.

G. What sort of kinks would he ask to try out with you? - Mutt is extremely submissive in the bedroom. He enjoys not only submissive plays but masochistic ones too. But only with the people he trusts. He feels like he is taken care of and loved whenever he does those plays. 

1.  master/servant play - He loves roleplaying, and one of the scenarios he loves roleplaying is being a servant and being used up by you as much as you want. Carrying you on his back, being tied up, being hit, following your orders, anything you want he will do it with a grin on his face. 

2.  Spanking - This is usually whenever he would have his ecto body on, but he absolutely loves this. It’s just something that feels amazing, especially if it’s a punishment for not following orders correctly.

3.  Analingus  - One of his guilty pleasures. He just loves the feeling of being eaten out, especially anally. Of course, don’t misunderstand, if you will do it to him, he will eat you out too, and probably for much longer too. He is just the type that if you make him feel good, he will make you feel good too.

#yandere undertale imagines #yandere imagines #undertale imagines #yandere match up #match up #yandere #undertale #swapfell #papyrus #swapfell papyrus #yandere undertale #yandere swapfell #yandere papyrus #yandere swapfell papyrus

[septic-skele]

US - Heed The Signs (Part 5)

[Part 4]

“Papyrus!”

Terror springing to his eye sockets, Blue rushed to his fallen brother, pawing helplessly at him as he convulsed raggedly across the ground. He wouldn’t be held, limbs twisting and skidding under Blue’s fingers as they were coated in slush and ice.

“Papyrus! Brother, what’s happening?! Stop, stop it, stop it!” Choking on a sob, he shoved away the nearest rocks embedded in the snow before Papyrus could smack his skull against them. “What do I—?! Please, somebody help!”

But nobody came. Blue glanced madly around at the empty street, shuttered windows and locked doors of the town. Dusk had fallen, citizens retreating to their homes and beds—

There! Several yards—what seemed like miles—away, bluish-violet light streamed from a single shop’s windows, but how could he carry Papyrus there in this state? He could barely hold him down, much less up and across that distance as he tossed and turned.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry!

He left him behind, plowing through the snowdrifts with reckless abandon toward that one hope. Every scrambled, stumbling step away felt like a stab to the soul. Breaking his promise and for what? What if he found someone in there but they returned too late? What if he found Papyrus—? His only family, his only love in this world, his poor, sick, precious charge, he was supposed to protect him—

He could barely see the shop door’s handle through his tears as he clambered to haul it open, slipping on the smooth linoleum tiles the moment he rushed inside. Though he landed roughly, the pain that shot through his bones only spurred another surge of desperation into his screams. “Help! Help me, please!”

“Oh, my!” Blue barely had time to register the voice before a pair of arms—two pairs?—were grabbing at him, pulling him onto shaking legs. An arachnid woman loomed over him, all of her black eyes baffled. “What has a bone hatchling bursting into my café? Who are you? I am about to close!”

“Please, my brother! He’s out there and he’s really sick and I don’t know what to do!” Heaving a strangled breath, he grabbed at her hands. “H-He’s shaking, he’s shaking so badly and he won’t answer me! You have to help him!”

“Did you hear what he said?” Another free arm lashed out at the coat rack near the door for her jacket. “Take me right there to him. Sick in Snowdin’s cold is nothing to spit at!”

Eight legs crossed the distance far faster than two. Papyrus was still thrashing as they reached him, though not with as much violence. Did that mean he was getting weaker? Blue sobbed as he snatched for his hand, only to be swatted away by the stranger.

She wasted no time in rolling Papyrus over on his side with two hands, steadying his skull with a third and prying open his mouth with the next. He choked, muffled, jaw straining as she dug out the half-packed snow he had inhaled so far.

“Is he—Is he falling down?!” Blue demanded wretchedly, his soul burning with the words as he hovered beside them.

“He’s fallen down already, dearie; he’s on the ground, you see,” she shot back, her literal sense startling him. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t get him back up again! How long since he began this dance?”

“Um, I don’t—Minutes? Just a few minutes! I-I couldn’t carry him, I couldn’t get to your shop fast enough!” Guilt and shame flooded his tear-streaked face. Failure, weakness. “Ma’am, what do I do?!”

“Nothing, nothing. He needs to end this on his own.”

“What?!”

“Just what I said! There’s no ‘doing’ for us until he shakes it all out himself,” she insisted, scooping up another stone that Blue had overlooked under the ice. “Can you count, child? Count the seconds down until it’s over.”

Almost every fiber of his being fought to argue, to reach out and pull Papyrus in to hold him steady. Instead he wiped furiously at his eye sockets, counting and praying. Four, five…Stop it, Papy, please! Seven, eight, nine…I need you; you’re all I have! Eleven, twelve…

By the time he reached forty, Papyrus’ spasms were slowing to feebler tremors, followed by an unnerving stillness that made Blue stiffen. The spider woman, however, seemed satisfied.

“A round of applause now,” she tsked, carefully petting away the sweat marking Papyrus’ skull. “His dance is over.”

“But…he’s still not awake…”

“But can you blame him? He is exhausted now! It’s no easy feat to wake up fine and dandy when your whole body throws a tantrum against you.” As a whistling breeze stirred, she shuddered, curling a pair of arms around herself and another around Papyrus. “Oooh, huhu! Enough of this. Even if I can stand the cold, I don’t want to stand in it! A heated parlor is what we need! Come with us.”

Again Blue struggled to keep up with her, leaping in long attempts to match her stride as she marched back toward her café with Papyrus dangling loosely in her grasp. She was hardly a tall or overtly muscular monster yet Blue had never seen Papyrus look so…bare and undersized against someone in comparison. He swallowed hard, feeling even smaller himself, and hurried to get ahead so he could open the door for her.

Now that his panic had settled into a more contained shellshock, Blue was able to take in his surroundings more clearly: checkered white-and-lavender tiles, cushioned purple booths, padded stools, and more cobwebs than the wall or table corners could contain. There were two doors to the back, large and small; he blinked numbly at the smaller.

You can’t go through the spider exit because you’re not a spider.

The larger door had a thick mat of webbing at its base. “A guest wipes their feet before coming to my parlor,” the woman pointed out, tittering as Blue shuddered at the sticky texture under his toes. Impolite as it was, he then scuffed his feet on the carpet he found further inside.

Her parlor was dimmer than the front, dotted with small lights on the walls that looked strangely like her eyes. She had no bed, merely a webbed, curtained hammock that she settled Papyrus into before gesturing to a nearby stool.

“I—I can stand, ma’am,” Blue offered hollowly.

“Don’t be silly! You have only two legs.”

The adrenaline was dying down at last. Blue took a breath, opened his mouth to continue protest—and a crushing cascade of exhaustion shook through every bone. For a moment it felt as if his magic blinked off and then back on, like a dying lightbulb. When it returned, he was planted firmly on the stool and the spider woman was scuttling back to the front room.

When she returned, all of her hands were full. A bucket of water, sponges, a jug and a tray gave off a multitude of mingling aromas that made it hard to suppress a sneeze.

“Thank you,” Blue mustered instead, voice cracking. “Thank you so much for your kindness. I don’t know what Papyrus and I would have done without you.”

“Something wrong, no doubt,” she remarked without malice, ignoring or perhaps unnoticing Blue’s flinch. “You would have made his dance so much worse trying to help!”

“I…” If that was the case, he didn’t want to think on it. “Thank you.” He wasn’t sure what else to say.

“Mmm, I can give you more to thank me for!” As she began dipping the sponges in the water, she swept the tray and the jug toward him on either side. “Would you care for a pastry? Spider cider?”

The rubbery donuts and croissants were glazed and powdered with exorbitant amounts of honey, frosting and sugar that could make even a child blanch. Indeed, Blue’s first instinct was to decline; his gloves would be sticky and his teeth would suffer, but the water sausages seemed so long ago that he was getting lightheaded. Moreover, it would be rude to turn down her hospitality.

“Yes, I knew you would!” she exclaimed as he pried a donut from the pile. “That will be thirty G.”

He choked halfway through his bite, unsure if it was worse to spit it out or swallow it as he stammered, “What?! I—no, I’m—We don’t have that kind of money!”

“Oh, stingy, are you? Tsk. Well, how about this? Since you are a new customer, I’ll give you a discount: You pay by telling me what two little bone hatchlings are doing here, where they’ve never been seen before. Where do bone hatchlings come from?” Papyrus mumbled and twitched as she patted one of the sponges against his neck, the others under his arms. “Hotland? This one burns hot enough.”

Fidgeting, Blue reached for the cider to chase down the donut’s sickly sweetness. “Um, maybe? I know we had a house but…we lost it. Or maybe it lost us. We don’t remember where it is so we decided—” I decided. “—it would be better to make a new home here.”

“My, oh, my! Who is this ‘we’? You call the brother Papyrus, so what do you call you?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think of introducing myself. That’s awfully rude. My name is Sans. What…What do you call you, ma’am?”

“Ahuhuhu, I must need a bigger, brighter sign out front! I will budget for that. I call myself and my café Muffet. Welcome!”

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