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yastaghr · 4 years

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What We Do For Family 5

This one took a while, but it’s worth it! What We Do For Family is back!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22254547/chapters/58305151

Reaper stepped into Sharktale. He also stepped into absolute chaos. He’d thought he’d opened a portal into the cold-water equivalent of Snowdin, but it looked like he’d missed his mark and ended up in the current to Hotland. That was close enough to walk it, and he didn’t have to worry about anyone bumping into him. Everyone in Sharktale swam, including the little diver humans who worked with them. Besides, the only sharks that would be on the floor of this section of ocean were slow enough that he could dodge them. It turns out that binge-watching Shark Week with his son had its uses.

A few hours later Reaper ran into the monster (or, rather, god) that he was looking for. Dream waved at him from the window of his cave complex in the rock forest of Snowdin. Reaper smiled and waved back at him, then grimaced when Dream moved to open the door. It wasn’t that he disliked Dream. It was just that Reaper knew that Palette would be there, too, and Reaper hadn’t brought Goth. He still wasn’t sure how to react to the knowledge that Goth had a crush. So, instead of reacting, he’d decided to ignore it.

The door opening up was what interrupted Reaper’s thoughts. Sure enough, the first thing that happened was a little white blur racing out of the house and tackling him at the knees. Reaper was once again glad that he’d convinced the other gods to let Palette become a little immortal. Goth needed someone his own age to play with who wasn’t going to die.

“hey, pal-pal. goth has been talking about you,” he said, testing the waters to see what Palette’s reaction was going to be.

Palette turned an enormous grin up at him. “HE HAS?! I’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT HIM, TOO. I’VE BEEN TELLING MOM THAT GOTH SHOWED ME HOW TO MAKE A PORTAL! HE’S SO COOL! I LOVE HIM THIS MUCH!” Palette said, holding his hands as far apart as he could.

Reaper smiled, but inside he was panicking. Love? Palette loved Goth? That much? Reaper really hoped he just meant as a friend. “that’s great, palette. i’m sorry i don’t have goth with me today. i actually came to talk to your mom. do you think you could find something to do that would be fun to do while dream and i talk?”

Palette nodded. “YEP! I’M WORKING ON A GIFT FOR GOTH! IT’S A SECRET, THOUGH, SO DON’T TELL HIM.”

Reaper smiled a little queasily. He definitely wasn’t prepared to deal with this. “i promise i won’t tell him, pal-pal. now you go get working on that present! goth is really looking forward to seeing you again.”

The little skeleton beamed at Reaper, saluted him, and ran back inside. The sound of Dream’s laughter, muffled as it was by the water between them, drew Reaper’s attention. Dream looked… good. He was smiling, and that smile was more than the shadow Reaper had grown used to on his bad days. Palette did that to him. Goth did, too. Reaper couldn’t blame him. They were both absolute delights.

“He’s a little gem, isn’t he?” Dream said softly, coming over to stand by Reaper. “Even the most horrible situations can have a little light in them, right?”

Reaper winced. He could recognize false cheer when he heard it. Then again, that was Dream’s job. He was the God of Positivity. He had to try and make people feel better. Reaper could understand that. He hated his job sometimes, too.

“i can’t possibly imagine what good could come of me losing geno, dream. he’s…” He trailed to a stop.

“Well, you got to spend some more quality time with your son, right? That has to count as a positive!” Dream said determinedly. Reaper sighed. He should just give in to being cheered up instead of moping, but… after what he had found out from Life about Geno’s current condition, that was hard. He just wanted to curl up and cry, but he’d already done so much of that that his voice was sore.

“i guess… that’s actually why i’m here. geno, not spending time with goth.” It was Dream’s turn to wince. Reaper quickly explained, “i have some new information. life found out… she found out… geno’s changed. she says something even more powerful than she is messed with him. he probably won’t remember us. so, i’m here to warn you about it, and ask if you can maybe check for any new souls? she said his soul has been changed, so maybe you could find him this time.”

Dream sighed. Reaper could already feel his aura shifting. He hoped he wouldn’t trigger an episode, but he needed to know if Geno was okay. Maybe Life couldn’t find him but Dream could? All Reaper really had at this point was hope.

The God of Positivity got that far away look Reaper recognized as him searching. He stood by, ready to act if Dream-

Dream froze, his eye lights going black and his whole body going rigid. Damn. Reaper reached out to touch Dream and wake him from this stupor. Dream could be stuck like this all day if he didn’t. It was a consequence of Dream’s time trapped in stone. Humans called it dissociation, and it was a scary thing. Dream had once said that it felt like he wasn’t attached to his body anymore. His senses were all dulled and so was his mind. If Dream could even manage to respond it seldom made sense. It was part of why Dream was rarely left alone.

Everyone knew what to do when he got like this. The first step was to speak to him. “dream. it’s me, reaper. i’m going to touch you, okay?” He said. There was no response, which Reaper knew to expect.

He moved on to the next step, which was to gently touch Dream in a safe place. Reaper picked his arm to touch, not above the fabric of his sleeves, but still on his upper arm. Dream didn’t react to the initial touch, but as Reaper began to rub little circles into his arm Dream started to move. First there came a breath. Then a blink. Two. Then Dream’s head turned, agonizingly slowly, to face Reaper.

“hey, dream. take your time, but try to come back to yourself, okay?” Reaper said. Pinpricks of light appeared in Dream’s dark sockets. They slowly grew into actual orbs. They were still faint, but at least they were there. Reaper counted that as a win. “that’s it, dream. good job. do you think you can speak? you can say whatever you want, just say something.”

Dream sipped a lungful of air, then let it out. He repeated this twice before he actually spoke. “... I had another episode, didn’t I?”

Reaper nodded. Honesty was always best. “yeah, dream, you did. it’s okay, though. it didn’t last nearly as long as some of your others have. you were out for maybe ten minutes max, and you didn’t relapse at all. that’s good!”

Dream smiled weakly. “Thanks for your help. I’m sorry I’m not more use for you. What was it that got me started into the haze?”

“i asked you if you could try and find new souls that could be geno. it’s okay that you didn’t succeed. life already told me we wouldn’t be able to find them, but… i’d hoped that she was wrong. i shouldn’t have asked you to do that. i’m sorry,” Reaper apologized.

Dream’s smile grew a little bit in strength. “That’s okay, Reaper. I understand. If I hear about or feel any new souls I’ll let you know, okay?”

Reaper recognized a dismissal when he heard one, but he had one more thing to talk about. “dream? um, i don’t know how to put this, but… goth has a crush on palette. can you tell what kind of crush it is?”

Dream blinked at him and laughed, bright and clear. Reaper smiled. That was good. He hated to leave Dream in a bad frame of mind. “Are you just discovering this now, Reaper? They’ve been dating for over a year. It’s sweet. They’re always talking about each other and constantly want to be together. They make each other gifts and share all their discoveries with each other. Palette’s soul beat speeds up every time he sees Goth, and Gothy’s soul skips a beat when he sees him. I couldn’t tell you what kind of relationship they have, though. I just know that it’s real.”

Great. There went Reaper’s little fantasy about the two kids. There was only one thing to do now. He had to find out. “so, how many people knew about this before i did?”

“Quite a lot, I’m afraid,” Dream tittered, “although if we knew you didn’t know we would have done something about that. There’s even a little fanclub for their ship. People give them art supplies and toys to give to each other, that sort of thing. It’s called the Poth Fanclub! I can give you the list of people who are in it if you want.”

Reaper nodded. He could feel his dark aura swirling around him. He had a thing or two to say to these people who would encourage two little kids in something like this. It was very rude to ship real people, and doubly so for children. Reaper knew what he was going to be doing next. These people needed to have a lesson in manners, and Goth needed to be reminded about taking gifts from strangers.

Dream giggled. “It’s all people you know, Reaper. Grim is in it. So are Mercy and me. Classic, Blue, and Red each have their part in it, as do their brothers. I think the only person you’d have doubts about is Ink. We’ve kept him away from Goth like you wanted, but he is the one giving most of the art supplies to Palette. He is his son, after all.”

Reaper shuddered. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Ink… no, that was a lie. Reaper hated Ink. After what he had learned about him lately, why wouldn’t he? Ink was a menace. “thanks for keeping him away from goth. i just-”

“I understand, Reaper. I just wish you could forgive him. I have,” Dream said pointedly.

“heh. you know me, dream. death is notorious for holding a grudge,” Reaper said, chuckling. How exactly that rumor had gotten started was beyond him, but that didn’t really matter. It was useful, so he let the rumor hang around.

Dream sighed. “I know. Say hello to Goth for me when you see him!”

“i will. see you later, dream!” Reaper said, waving as he opened a portal back to Reapertale. “i will.”

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Error tumbled out of the Anti-Void and fell flat on his face in the snow. It was almost comical how much effort it took him to pry his skull off of the ice. It finally came free with a wet slurp that was completely inappropriate for the action that caused it. He grumbled to himself, “Stupid ice. Stupid portal. Stupid Fate.”

<Where are we, anyway? Does anyone know what universe we’re in?> One of the more helpful voices asked.

Error looked around, but he couldn’t tell just by looking. There was no dust scattered in this section of the Snowdin forest. No traps littered the ground. The only things he could see from here were the door to the Ruins, the bridge that every Papyrus built with bars too wide, and the branch that the Sans would use to prank the human. Huh. Guess he wouldn’t find out until he ran into a monster. Hopefully it would be the Sans. Actually, scratch that. Hopefully there was no one in this world. He really didn’t want to kill people. If he had to destroy it would be better to do so without killing anyone.

<Oh! You should go knock on the door first! It would be so cute to see you talk to a Toriel again!> Another voice, much younger in tone, said.

Error shivered. He really didn’t want to, but… he had to start somewhere. He had to do this to protect his family, no matter how much he hated it. He trudged through the thick, unbroken snow to the looming door in the cliffside. Habit, long forgotten in his crazy life, led him to sit against the door with his back to it. He knocked twice loudly and waited for a reply. Under his breath he muttered, “Knock knock.”

“Who is there?” An agonizingly familiar voice carried through the door.

Error winced and closed his eye sockets. So there was a Toriel here after all. Great. “Um… glitch?” He said on the fly. It had been a long time since he’d made a knock knock joke like this.

“Glitch who?” Toriel asked.

“Glitch is… I mean, I’m sorry about glitch,” Error said wretchedly.

“heh. sorry about what, pal?” A third voice joined in. Error’s eye sockets flew open.

There, floating in front of him with a genial expression, was a Sans. He looked like a ghost that had never had a rough day in his life. He had a substantial ponch, soft eyes, and a wide grin. Oh, how Error hated that grin. He was about to kill someone who looked happy and welcoming. Damn Fate to hell and back.

<Ooh, we’re in Ghosttale! Isn’t that one of yours, Nnnnn?> Error couldn’t work out what that one voice had said, but he didn’t really need to. He didn’t want the voices to have names. That would be awful for his sanity.

“uh, bud? you there?”

The words were almost overrun by the voice of Fate. <Do your job, Destroyer. My patience wears thin.>

Error flinched from the voice. The ghost Sans seemed to be worried. “hey, bud, why don’t you come with me? my brother’s a healer. i’m sure we can help you with… whatever is wrong with you. i promise we’re not going to hurt you, and i hate to make promises. okay?”

“Please don’t say that,” Error pleaded as he stood up, reaching for his magic to call his blasters, “because I can’t say the same thing to you.”

The ghost Sans tilted his head. “and what do you mean by that, bud?”

Those were his last words before Error’s blaster that he had summoned behind him tore through him with magical fire. Error stared at the dust that floated in the wind. He felt absolutely sick to his stomach. As he heard the ghost Toriel opening the door behind him and prepared to attack, he whispered to the wind, “I’m sorry.”

#What We do for family fic #destructivedeath #glitcheddeath #afterdeath #sanscest #error sans #errortale #reaper sans #reapertale #dream sans #dreamtale #forced god of destruction error #yastaghr

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miss-strawmisstress · 5 years

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Homecoming and contend

Third part of Halloween Fanfiction

Cengold open the door, and step in the house without any fear. At least he grew here, no any bad can reach him.

Goth and Palette is in the living room, still with sadness, grief.

Everyone else are sleeping.

Palette was the first who look up from the ground, and his eyeshapes are changed as he sees his son stand in the doorway. He gently shake Goth's hand and point to the door.

Goth follow, and look there, then suddenly stand up with a widen eyesockets.

Both of they was in full shock. Cengold..Is alive? But how? What happened? How it is possible?

A lot of questions, much confuseness.

Cengold close the door and smile at them.

After like 15 minutes, Goth with tears run to his son and hug him happily. It didn't matter how it happened anymore, it was the important just, that his son was alive and he is able to hold him again in his arms. That the lost boy has returned. And that fact filled Goth's soul with joy.

Cengold returned the hug, but with bigger power than before. He also was happy to he can be with his parents again.

Palette frown, he still in confuse.

"W-wait.. Is this.. really you?" He had the reason to hesitated and disbelief about it, because they just buried their's son.

"It is me. Yes. No worry, dad, that's confuse me too as much as it confusing you.." Cengold nod and being serious.

Palette inhale then finally smile and walks there to hug his youngest son. At least he was happy, to the young skeleton is came back.

After the grand re-meet, Goth wakes up everyone in the house, while Palette inform the grandparents, cousins, nieces of Cengold, to he alive.

And soon the house are filled with shocked skeletons. Everyone greetings Cen, happy, but also confused about the happen.

All suddenly Reaper he asked for silence. He's the only one who noticed the little changes in his grandson.

"What now?" Geno look at him, cross his arms, as usually, with small nerves.

"I think he became a vampire. Look at him. We buried him, and he is alive. When he was dead. His eyesockets color is brown mixed red. And his bones anlren't white anymore but lightly gray." The point.

Of course everyone laughed at Reaper at first. Nobody believed this tale. It seemed a crazy theory, until Xhaji took a closer look. Then the female covered her 'mouth' in shock.

"D-dad is right......"

Everybody looked at the girl skeleton, and then Cengold.

All was true. And theynow realized it. And as natural reaction, they all step back from the newby vampire, expect his brothers and parents. They stay close and support him

What Cengold feels is indescribable. Even to his parents and brothers support him, but it hurt him to everyone else is stay away, just because he became a vampire. He saw the fear in their's eyes.

And he no understand why. Because he never will hurt them. He love them.

But they knew what he no. To even to he no want hurt them, he will.

"No be naive, Cen. Vampires are harmful. They drink blood, hunt for it. They have greater physical strength and are faster. They have better sense of smell, sharper vision and sophisticated senses. Devastating demons."

Say Asher as he step in the house.

Cengold shocked by what his friend said. Facts. He know it. He gulp and a sharp fear start take place inside of his bones.

"Bullshit. Why would he hurt us? I am sure we will find out the way how live together with my bro." Pastel snapped the sentences against Asher. The creator skeleboy is stubbornly stares into the other's eyesockets.

"Really? What do you think will happen if one of you guys accidentally cut the finger and hes mell the blood? Will he just sit-"

"SHUT!" Cengold suddenly yell at Asher what causes the skeleton to step back. It was really really rare to Cen yell. The newcomer vampire stares into Asher's eyes.

"Do you think I have no power for self-control? I think I no need remind you who was I before!"

Asher feels shame, as the others too. All of them knew Cen's powers, to he is the only who he inherited all the power of his grandparents. Scythe, arrow, brush, red knives, creation, destruction, soul reap, Gaster Blaster, soul grab, positivity.

"We are sorry" Reaper say and step closer to hug him. And so fid everyone. No more questions, s no more answers.

After that, they spend the full night together, talked about things.

#Cengold #Asher #Goth #Palette #Pastel #Reaper #Geno #Raven #Xhaji #Dream #Ink #Swirl #Confrontation between brothers #Hesitations #Fears #Problems #Halloween Fanfiction #3'rd part #sight of happiness

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sushi-ro-ll-blog · 7 years

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Comforting sex (Fell!Goth x Palette)

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTENT MAY HAVE SOME INAPPROPRIATE STUFFS IN IT, AND IT’S ALSO GONNA BE GROSS! WE DO NOT TAKE RESPONSIBILITIES FOR ANYTHING IF THE READERS ARE EITHER GROSSED OUT OR TRAUMATIZED! VIEWER ADVISED! THANK YOU

Characters included:

Fell!Goth (is going to be called Cupcake)

Palette

Goth (is mentioned)

Fell!Palette (is mentioned)

Reapertale!Sans (is mentioned)

Aftertale!Sans (is mentioned)

Fell!Goth’s POV

Cupcake was walking along the streets, grumbling from frustration and the fact that he was being played around like some toy. Still heartbroken, he remembered that smirk his Palette gave him as he continues to thrust into his alternate version, Goth.

Still silently crying, he went into a park, where he always go to calm down after a fight he’d had with his Palette.

Palette’s POV

Palette was in the park, sitting alone by the bench nearby a lake. His parent had been away to work again now, so he was alone. He sighed a bit, tearing up slightly. He didn’t like the feeling of being alone, not one bit. Especially when his best friend, Goth, had been missing lately, and his parents had also helped trying to find Goth, but mostly they’d be at work. Palette had also tried to search for Goth, but with no result or clue where he had gone to. He began to whimper, he missed Goth and his own family. He missed seeing Goth’s bright smile and his adorable blush whenever he’d gave him a hug. He missed his dad’s creativity and his mom’s positivity. He missed all of them. He could’ve go talk to Geno and Reaper, but then he didn’t want to be a bother to them, seeing how stressed out Reaper is even though he doesn’t express it and how worried and afraid Geno had been lately, he just didn’t have the HEART to make them more worried (Ro: Get it? Cuz he’s a skeleton and skeletons don’t have a heart ;D)

“I-I missed mom a-and dad....” Palette mumbled as his tears silently slides off his cheeks

Fell!Goth’s POV

Cupcake was also sitting on the bench, dried tears still slightly visible on his cheeks. He grumbled at how sticky and itchy his tears had made his cheeks felt. He saw a taller skeleton who’s sitting on a bench in front of him. Knowing who he was, Cupcake didn’t felt alarmed. But normally, he wouldn’t give a fuck about this Palette, but somehow he wanted to see what he was doing. It took him a minute or two to make up his mind to whether see what this version of his Palette was doing, or just let him do what the fuck he wants and continue to mope.....

Making up his decision, Cupcake stood up and quietly made his way towards Palette.

As he started to get a clearer look at Palette, he heard some small sobs from the younger skeleton.

“... Palette?” Cupcake called

“Y-Yes...?” Palette answered as he turn around, meeting the gaze of the other version of his Goth

“G-Goth?” Palette whimpered, but there’s a slight shine of hope in his eye sockets

“Yes... but not yours (Ro: That’s what she (he) said ;) )” Cupcake coughed slightly

“Oh.....” Palette replied, dissapointed

“.....Were you...crying” Cupcake asked

“... Y-Yes.....” Palette nodded, only now noticing how much tears he had let out.

“... Why?” Cupcake asked, thinking Palette was a crybaby, only to mentally slap himself because he was the one crying a minute ago

“M-My parents had been working a-a lot lately....b-but they had been g-g-gone for 2-3 days now after their l-last trip...” Palette stuttered slightly, almost on the verge of tears again

“Oh...” Cupcake sighed a bit, this kid... his parents only had been gone for a couple of days, and he had already been crying? While Cupcake had been living his life with no recognition, no attention and no love from his own family in his entire childhood. Yet he still managed to live to this very day. But i guess he couldn’t blame Palette because of his childlike attitude, he didn’t live in a universe like Cupcake did...

“Oh toughen the fuck up kid, just because your parents were gone for a couple of days doesn’t mean they’re dead or anything.” Cupcake rolled his eyes

Palette bit his “lips”, feeling the hot tears starting to swell on his eye sockets

Cupcake sweat dropped slightly, having no idea on how he’s going to calm Palette down, or why the hecc did he want to in the first place.

“H-Hey... Why don’t you come over to my place until your parents are back?” Cupcake suggest, mentally slapping and nsicursing at himself for leading someone who’s similar to his Palette back to his home.

“O-O-Okay......” Palette agreed, and followed Cupcake (Ro: PALETTE DEAR! DIDN’T YOUR PARENTS TOLD YOU TO NOT FOLLOW STRANGERS BACK TO THEIR HOME WITHOUT AN ADULT FAMILY MEMBER?! oh well he’s getting laid anyways ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Cupcake and Palette walked back to Cupcake’s apartment. Yes, you read it right.

Cupcake had recently moved out of his parent’s place and rented his own apartment without telling Fell!Palette (Ro: Unless he wants to get laid all day and night long all the time, you know what im saying? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

Cupcake unlocks his apartment door and swtepped in with Palette following close behind

Cupcake’s place doesn’t seem that bad actually, there were red flowers and some yellow ones in a glass vase on the tables, there were couches that looks comfortable to sleep in and a flatscreen TV as well. There were other places in the apartment that Palette hadn’t yet to find out yet, but he’ll take a look later.

Although so, Palette couldn’t help but cry harder because how homesick he’s now is..

Cupcake noticed this and began to feel annoyed. He groaned in frustration, if only he could just end Palette's life right now, but then it would end up with a vengeful Goth that would chase his ass around and try to kill him, which is impossible but he would rather be alone with a whiny Palette then having a Goth chasing after him with a scythe threatening to make him suffer.

Palette suddenly stopped crying, and was just staring blankly at the floor (Sushi: :0)

“Make yourself at home.... or whatever” Cupcake rolled his eyes awkwardly, he wasn’t used to having guests at his house without killing or torturing them.

“.... Y-You have nice h-home...” Palette complimented, smiling gently

Now that he had slightly gotten used to this apartment, he realized how clean and tidy it was, despite how small it was, it was warm and cozy. Cupcake had been taking a good care of himself.

Cupcake feels a huge pang slamming into his chest, it feels weird and new when he first heard a compliment from someone except Pudding (Ro:if they were to have sex or anything), but hearing it from someone so genuinely and innocent from someone like Palette made Cupcake feel really special and weird inside

“...Thank you" Cupcake feels a deep blush spreading across his cheeks, he pulls his red ripped scarf up to cover his ace. This feeling was new to him, and he has mixed feelings about it but he was sure that he kind of like it.

Palette smiles brightly, feeling happy all of a sudden.

“No problem~” Palette giggled

"... Take a seat... If you want" Cupcake blushed and ran inside the kitchen

Palette kept smiling. He only looked a bit confused as Cupcake ran into the kitchen, but shrugged it off. He sat down, giggling softly.

Cupcake drew a cup of water down his throat, slamming the glass onto the counter to the point where it could've shattered, he panted heavily from the lack of air and from flustered-ness. He was honestly very confused, why was he feeling this.... feeling in him? Was it some spell Palette secretly cast on him without him knowing?

Letting out a shaky sigh, he poured Palette a cup of water and walked out of the kitchen.

“Here. drink it” Cupcake handed Palette the cup

“Okay~” Palette cooed and drink the cup of water, swinging his legs around because he’s short as fuuuuuuuck lol.

Cupcake looks at Palette, to be honest, Palette is the cutest person that Cupcake had ever met, a small blush crept on Cupcake’s cheeks slightly.

He walked to the coffee table and walked back to Palette, handing him a tissue

“Here, wipe away your tears, kid “ Cupcake blushed slightly

Palette hummed and did what he was told.

“You better now?” Cupcake asked

“Mhm~, thank you!” Palette hummed and giggled

Cupcake sat on the couch next to Palette. An awkward silence hung in the air for a bit. "...... you can stay here for a few days if you want..." Cupcake started, blushing madly

"Oh! Okay!! Thank you, again....hehe~ " Palette smiled and giggled

Cupcake blushed brightly, he couldn’t hold it anymore, in a flash, he had pinned Palette down

Palette tilted his head in confusion, blushing softly.

“Shit.... stop being so cute” Cupcake panted heavily and stares at the child underneath him

“H-Huh? Why?” Palette asked, tilting his head more in confusion

Cupcake couldn’t handle it anymore, he leaned down and give Palette a passionate kiss

Palette flinched slightly, surprised but he melt into the kiss. After a few seconds, Palette felt something wet touching his “lips”, he opens his mouth, letting the thing go in as it began to explore around his mouth (Ro: let’s hope it’s not a slug lol)

After a minute, Cupcake decided to pull away to give them both some air. Cupcake panted slightly while the other version of his Palette was panting heavily.

He started to debate in his head, should he do this? Should he try to have sex with this Palette? He seemed innocent though... and he also seemed like he’s a virgin... But if he actually did something to Palette, Goth’s is going to be very mad.... But Goth wouldn’t know if nobody tell him right?

“You... wanna try something new?” Cupcake asked. blushing furiously

"H-Huh? Like wh-wh-what..?..." Palette was confused.

"uhm..... sex.." Cupcake blushed from having to explain to palette

“W-What’s that?” Palette asked in confusion, he had never heard anyone, not even Goth, mentioned about “sex”.

"uh.... where two people.. uh.... went inside each other?" Cupcake explained awkwardly

“I-Inside?” Palette is so confused af lol

“Y-Yeah..... You wanna try it? it might hurt a bit but it will feel good after?" Cupcake suggested

“O-Okay...” Palette still didn’t understand the concept of sex, but knowing that this Goth isn’t so different from the Goth he knows, he trust him.

“You sure you want to though?” Cupcake asked, event though he’s an asshole and is evil, he never was the kind to rape someone or force them against their will (Ro: aren’t them the same? also i might have butchered that sentence lol)

“Y-Yeah” Palette nodded willingly

(WARNING: THERE’S GOING TO BE NSFW AND SOME SLIGHT GROSSNESS NEXT, IF YOU STILL WANT TO CONTINUE, THEN THAT’S YOUR FAULT!)

(Ro: I WARN YOU!)

"ok..." Cupcake sighed a bit as he began to pull his and Palette's pants down "Let's prep you up first" He said, as he starts to insert his finger into Palette's hole

Palette gasped at the feeling, flushing. He covers his mouth to suppress any noises.

Cupcake slowly and gently started to move in and out of Palette's entrance, trying to not hurt him on his first time

Palette squirmed slightly, squeezing his eyes shut

“T-This feels w-w-weird~” He lets out a small moan

"shh...... just enjoy it" Cupcake kissed Palette passionately as his fingers begin to move faster inside Palette

Palette moaned, and cried into the kiss, his star-shaped pupils changing to hearts.

Cupcake slowly add another finger into Palette's entrance, scissoring him. Cupcake moves away from the kiss

“H-Haah~!” Palette cried slightly, he didn’t know why it felt so painful,yet pleasuring

Cupcake moves towards Palette neck, using his teeth to pull down Palette’s scarf and nibbles on his neck

“o-OH M-mY~” Palette gasped

Cupcake removes his fingers from Palette's entrance, he licked his fingers. The taste was bitter and slightly disgusting consider it came out of Palette’s BUTTHOLE, but Cupcake didn’t mind (Ro: I WARNED YOU!)

“You ready?” Cupcake asked, setting the tip of his penis in front of Palette’s hole

“Y-Yes~!” Palette gasped

"Okay...." Cupcake panted as he slowly enters his penis into Palette's hole gently

Palette flinched in pain, and teared up. He didn't expect it to hurt this much. "I-I-It h-hurts..."

"I know it does... just hang in there and it'll be over soon..." Cupcake whispered reassuringly as he begin to move in and out of Palette slowly

"O-OwwWw!!- OwwWWW!!!-" Palette's tears started to fall, as he cried and whimpered in pain.

Cupcake began to give Palette a few love bites on his neck, trying to make him forget about the pain

Palette let out a small groan, but still whimpered.

Cupcake begins to thrust slightly harder, groaning slightly at how tight Palette was (Ro: I mean, a butthole is realy tight, and it is pretty thicc itself so... :’) )

Palette suddenly felt the pain turn into pleasure, and cried out.

Cupcake begin to thrust faster, acknowledging that the Palette that he was fucking had started to enjoy the session

"O-OH GOD!!~ IT F-F-FEELS SO GOOD N-N-NOW!!---" Palette cried in pleasure, not knowing that his butthole had started to bleed (Ro: cuz come on, if someone added a pen is into your butty, it’s going to bleed :’) I ruined yaoi sex for everyone lol)

"s-see? I told you so...." Cupcake panted as he began to pound into Palette's bleeding ass

Palette screamed in pleasure, his head tilting back, and tongue hanging out.

Cupcake panted, he moved one of his hand and began to give Palette a handjob while still fucking him

Palette's screams increased in volume, and he flushed, panting hard.

Cupcake began to make out with Palette, rotating his tongue along with Palette's

Palette kissed back while moaning and screaming- owo

“Brace y-yourself.... I-I’m gonna- OH GOD!” Cupcake groaned as he came inside Palette while still giving him a handjob

Palette suddenly came also, his cum spurting out---

Some cum went all over Cupcake’s face, but regardly he licked them off and leaned down to give Palette a deep, passionate kiss, giving Palette a taste of his own cum.

Palette kissed back, his face flushed.

Then Cupcake fell asleep from exhaustion, laying on Palette, which the younger skeleton giggled, and slowly dose off as well....

(Ro: I FREAKING WARNED YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Ro: WELL AIN’T THAT A HAPPY ENDING PFFF- :D ALSO THIS WAS AN RP I DID WITH @gaysushiuwu , THE CHILD THAT OWNS THIS ACCOUNT WITH ME :D I TWEAKED IT A BIT TO MAKE IT SEEMS LONGER, ALTHOUGH I GOT KIND OF LAZY AT A FEW PARTS SO I JUST COPY AND PASTE THE RP X’D BUT I STILL KEPT THE GOAL OF THE RP, AND ALSO I DID ASKED SUSHI FOR PERMISSION TO TWEAK THE STORY, THANK YOU VERY MUCH >:C ALSO IM WARMING UP WITH SEME CUPCAKE LOL ALSO THIS TOOK ME 2 DAYS TO FINISHED IEJHFDIEOLGNVDOIWQRFFV ENJOY MY SUFFERINGIHOFRHOIGDSVFL;JMO9EFD

Fell!Goth (Cupcake) and Goth belongs to @nekophy / @nekophysinpile

Palette and Fell!Palette belongs to @angexci

Aftertale!Sans belongs to @loverofpiggies

Reapertale!Sans belongs to @renrink

Story written by @roxterroar and @gaysushiuwu

Editor and Publisher is @roxterroar

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A most a steamed creator has appeared, Hello Ink!Sans.

"All it takes is a leap into the unknown."

Ink a Sans with far more experience and birthdays then any man could possibly count. His life is mostly a fog due to his forgetful nature, but most say that's to be expected with all he is meant to remember. He'll tell you about timelines and his current multiverse he has settled into for the last five hundred years, but don't ask him who his first kiss was with, or what AU he first landed in after being reconfigured as a creator.

Ink does know he is a lot calmer than he once was. The worlds are not as new and he has seen timelines play out so many times that they have become a bad rerun. He currently settles his boredom making new worlds and jumping from the Maison (french for home) timeline and the Omega timeline. Mostly guiding his son Gradient through the steps of being a fill in creator back in Omega. He calls the Maison timeline his home currently, and refers to his age as "The age of Error". Due he has spent almost all of his time with the Maison Error since he arrived five hundred year preir.

Ink's family life has not moved so much from how it has ever been. Ink currently has three sons. Two with Error and one with Dream. they were created with mixing of magic, as Ink doesn't have a soul in order to house another soul. (guys I promise I'll get to this I know I need to explain it.) His first son PaperJam (PJ) showed up out of nowhere, and Ink guide the kid through the younger years, till PJ became tired of failing at holding creations and left. His second son being Gradient. He had to save Gradient from near death. He took the child to Omega and began showing him how to watch over AU's. His youngest son is Palette. A child he had with Dream by accident. Nightmare tried to steal Dreams Soul and Ink managed to take hold of it before the soul could be destroyed. Later this caused Palette to arrive lost and crying. Dream found him and because Error's unwavering 'no kids' policy Dream took the kid away. Ink still visits each child. two of three call him Papa, and one calls him Asshole. (PJ come on the man is trying give him a better name than that...LEL sorry 7goodangel.)

Ink has a terrible habit of making small portal puddles and jumping through them like its nothing. Sometimes he will scare his friends by dragging them with him. Though he honestly thinks its funny. Ink hardly gets sick now a day though he vaguely is aware he would many lifetimes ago. Though when he does it's from Fear, stress or excitement. Ink also has a bad habit of second guessing himself, losing faith in his own plans and turning to someone for reassurance. Mostly that's Error.

Error is a tricky subject for Ink. Meeting Ink at first Error hated him, and Ink was unclear why. it took several years and a few life saving moments before Error trusted Ink as a friend. They didn't become mates till Error was fighting against the mega fresh parasite along with some others in Glitchverse. Ink managed to pull Error out just as he was watching a man he'd come to rely on start to turn to dust. He drank his Purple Vile and Ink's body glowed bright. A line of ink began to latch on to Error's soul, holding it together. Ink poured magic between the two of them and for the first time he began to cry freely. When Ink and Error came to, Error pointed out a mark on Ink's face. The mark was in the shape of a Soul, and Ink explained. "Each Tattoo on my body is a soul I saved personally, but they have never shown up on my face before." The two began a life as 'Mates' from then on.

Ink's so called Brothers are the Star Sanses. Dream and Berry were powerful finds and comrades to his goal to keeping corruption away from all AU's. whether that was some demons or a monster they three fought side by side. As Nightmares power and Army grew Ink began finding it harder and harder to be a creators and watch over AU's, and a Star Sans, and protecting each AU individually. Time passed and he got and Idea as he watched young Drago naturally through himself between a demonic Chara and his mother. The kid had both eyes blazing, He took the next ten years training Drago to step in as a new Star Sans, he still guilds the Stars and fights with them every now and again, but mostly he watches and fixes AU's that need to be fixed.

Ink's Colors.

Red - Anger/rage.

Orange - Fear and all its forms.

Yellow - Happy/Excited.

Green - Worry/jealousy (Jealousy also flashes with red sometimes.)

Blue - Sadness.

Purple - Love.

Shapes

Circle - Neutral.

Diamond - Overjoyed.

Triangle - Unsure.

Hourglass - Thought.

Question mark - Confused.

Exclamation mark - Surprise.

(Colors and marks may very.)

Abilities

At LVL 0

HP - His health depends on amount of magic or ink he has. If he is to low he will pass out. Ink Can't die.

Attack - 1

Defense - 1

Weapons -

Bruh-sh - A almost as big as him paintbrush that can freely produce paint. (Not Ink.)

Abilities

Shortcuts - A teleport from one place to another that is only a short distance. (max within one mile.)

Portals - (A large paint splash or a paint dot on the ground.) A doorway made to go from AU to AU. Uses a lot of magic.

Radar - Ink can feel and detect Magic as long as the one he is looking for isn't trying to hide their signature. This works best in the Doodlesphere.

SketchBook - A book he can make appear and create any item in and make it real. doesn't work with things to eat or medicine.

NOTE!

Guys we are well aware that this Ink and @comyet / @myebi ‘s Ink don’t look alike. Hell understand this Ink here is not Canon to her wonderful Skelly son. We love her Ink and will always love him. We put tons of thought into this and did do our research. In Comyet’s FAQ’s it state we could use him. If she wishes we remove him we would fully understand and do so respectfully and wish that anyone who ready Sanctuary would do the same.

Please enjoy Ink in this series. BTW yes Errink fans we have them together.

Click here for Sanctuary Reference Sheets

Credits

Art is done by. @ryudrawingblind

Check out our other Undertale AU @askabletalecrew

I own Drago, Rakon I Co-own Sanctuary with Ryu

Reaper and Reapertale/ @renrink

Goth/ @nekophy

Geno, Error / @loverofpiggies

Ink/ @comyet

Dream and Nightmare/ @jokublog

Cross/ @jakei95 Also found at there YT

Underswap sans (AKA Berry) / owned by community

Underfell sans (AKA Cherry) / owned by community

Undertale/ @tobyfoxofficial

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firehedgehog · 7 years

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Retconned: Chapter Two

I don’t own anything but the fanfic!Toby Fox owns Undertale, Goth @Nekophy, Palette: @angexci . Error/Geno/fresh @loverofpiggies Reaper:@renrink Retconned Goth... well i own this version. The rest of the Sans are owned by there creators.

Error would not tell Goth of his first six months in the anti-void, how could anyone tell someone that they were literally insane as millions of personalities and versions of one being fought to be the main personality.

How for months his body and mind switched through multiple selves, almost killing themselves in exhaustion. Of days on end laying almost comatose not responding to Error, when his body almost began to error itself.

Error would never admit how terrifying those moments were, how attached he got to the kid so fast in the few sane moments in those first few months.

Goth only remembered waking up to Error hovering above him, a look of relief when Goth woke up sane and mostly in control of his body.

But Goth did know that without Error, he would have faded out of existence as his selves fought each other. He owed Error a lot, knowing that the anti-void only existed by Error’s power and without Error.. even this version of himself would be gone without a trace.

That was why when Fresh appeared mentions what had happened to Error, he heading right out. Entering and exiting the anti-void was easy once you knew how... he really didn’t know why Ink and the others always grumbled how hard it was to find entrances.

He only paused a moment when the portal opened and then rushed in, he ignored the pain.. how he wanted to scream and cry.. knowing that no one there would recognize him. These were his parents, parents where he was written out of there lives.

-Clang-

Goth hadn’t even remembered when he pulled his own scythe out.

Reaper rubbed his skull looking at him.

“Sorry, but I kind of need Error,” Goth said quietly.

“Hey now… you do know how dangerous Error is,” Ink said looking at the him, Goth smiled and jumped up on top of the cage.

“Ah.. I know exactly how dangerous he is, seeing as he’s hosting me… But the thing is you don’t have a choice,” he replied, after all Error was pretty mush the weird uncle almost a father now a days.

“Don’t make this a fight kid, there’s only one of you,” Reaper said frowning.

“Who said anything about fighting?” Goth asked titling his white garbed head, unnoticed to them he dropped something in there midst with his power.

Something exploded, a smoke bomb sending them all coughing.

Goth didn’t wait a second, trashing the cage with his scythe, and they both left through the portal closing it behind themselves.

OoOoO

Error didn’t do hugs or comfort well, the best he could do as the kid had a mini meltdown was a comforting pat. He hadn’t expected rescue, specially not from the kid. Sure it had been five years, but he knew the kid wasn’t ready to talk to the monsters he’d grown up with.

No one came out of being wiped of existence stable, and he knew that the ‘good’ Sans would react as if Goth was on the ‘bad’ Sans side.

“Come on kid, I think we have enough hot chocolate left in your house,” Error said, Goth sniffled and allowed himself to be lead home.

OoOoO

“Dad?” Palette asked as his parents came home, the usually cheerful artist had a frown on his face.

“Just... a thing with Error,” Ink sighed, Palette winced knowing that those meetings usually ending with someone hurt.

“Everyone okay?” he asked, last time Error had sent Red to the hospital.

“Yes, no one hurt.. he just had a helper,” Dream said.

“Wait... Error had help... which Sans was it?” Palette asked, after all Error rarely got along with anyone specially since he kept kidnapping Blueberry.

“That’s the thing, it wasn’t a San’s.. but a kid,” Ink said.

“Wait... could Error have a kid?” Palette asked his eye dots barely visible.

TBC

#Retconned #chapter 2 #Goth: @nekophy #Undertale: @tobyfox #Palette: @angexci #Error/Geno/fresh @loverofpiggies #Reaper:@renrink #Reconned Goth

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yastaghr · 4 years

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What We Do For Family 4

Did someone say suffering? No? Well, have some suffering anyway!

(Also, when this reaches 5 chapters I will be posting the first chapter of my KillerCreamMare fic Nightmare’s Gang of Wranglers!)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22254547/chapters/57060598

When Reaper returned from the Save Screen it was to a familiar, if terrifying, sight. Life, the flowery Toriel of his world, was sitting calmly on the other side of her stone table. Her arms were crossed over the front of her long, flowing dress. But it was the expression on her face that was scaring him. She looked only mildly annoyed, but that was huge. Life never got annoyed at anything. She had a nearly infinite level of patience. She had even when she was alive, too. So for her to show this much annoyance meant someone was in serious trouble. Reaper had a feeling that it was him.

He floated out of the portal to the Save Screen and sat down at the stone table. It was stone so that neither him nor Life could affect it. It made for a great meeting place. At least, it did when she was in a good mood. Right now it was the last place that he wanted to be.

“Reaper,” Life said, her voice filled with ire, “why didn’t you tell me that Goth has a crush?”

O...kay, that was definitely not what he thought she’d say. “um, life, he’s eight. there’s no way he has a crush yet.”

Life blinked at him as he blinked at her, both of them clearly surprised about the situation. Then she giggled. “Reaper, monsters can have crushes as young as five. They might not be romantic or sexual crushes, but they’re still valid. Goth is definitely old enough to have his first crush. I don’t know what kind it is yet, and clearly neither does he, but he has some kind of a crush on his friend, Palette. He talks about him almost constantly and emulates his interests. He has a crush.”

Reaper was still at the blinking stage. Then he shook his head. “no. no way. he’s been talking about palette like that for over a year! there’s no way that’s a crush.”

“And exactly how long were you in love with Geno before you even confessed to him? I seem to recall it was something like five years. Yes, five years, seven months, and thirteen days. You kept count,” Life was smiling and absolutely destroyed him.

Denial was a powerful thing, though, and Reaper had a lot of practice with it. “yeah, no, he doesn’t have a crush, and we’re leav… where is he, anyway? don’t tell me you let ink watch him. i swear that that monster shouldn’t be allowed around kids. he’s a menace! did you know that he rap-”

“Reaper, I don’t want to hear about it. Again. Goth is safe and sound,” When that clearly didn’t satisfy him, Life elaborated, “Grim came and picked him up for a playdate. Apparently Mercy found a new game for them to play together and he couldn’t wait to try it out. There was something about parts of cheese? Or was it ships in an ocean… No, that was the last one. Oh, yes! How could I forget! He said it was named after me!”

Reaper chuckled. Mercy, the little Frisk of his world who flirted with absolutely everything, was always bringing something back from the Surface for his brother, their guardian, to play with. They loved dragging Goth into it, too. They were a little bit older than him, but that didn’t stop them. It was good that he had friends to take his mind off of Geno…

Oh, yeah. “life… can you try to find geno again? i know you can’t actually find him, but… he wasn’t in the save screen. i’m running out of places to look.”

Life eyed him pityingly. “Are you sure, Reaper? I don’t want you to find out-”

“life, please. i… i need to know he’s okay. i… i just need to, okay? i’m not sure how much longer i can keep this up,” Reaper said. He wasn’t sure what the emotion in his voice was. Generally it was sad, and from there… there was some despair, hope, frustration, exhaustion, and fear. All of that was mixed together in some kind of sadness.

She sighed, eyed him one last time, and looked down. Her hands fiddled with the empty air above the table, but Reaper knew she was looking through all the souls in her care to find the single one she was interested in. He did the same thing when he was working, checking through the different hourglasses (and other insanities of the glassblowers art. The weirder the shape was, the more fucked up the timeline could be and the less likely it was that Reaper and Grim would ever be needed in that world). He knew from Mercy that no one other than his brother and him could see the hourglasses, just like no one but Life could see whatever she thought of souls as.

Finally, Life seemed to locate Geno’s soul. She stared at it. Reaper didn’t like her expression. She seemed upset, and Life being upset couldn’t be good.

“Reaper…” He stiffened. Now she sounded like him, that weird sadness mixture evident in her voice, “I can barely feel him. He’s so distant… I don’t think any of us gods are going to be able to go where he is. There’s some kind of a barrier, and it’s magic is much stronger than even mine. And…” she gulped, “That same magic has altered his soul. He’s different. I’ve never seen a soul like his. Someone has affected him on a fundamental level. He’s in a huge amount of pain, and… I’m not even sure if he will remember you or Goth. I… Reaper?”

He was sure that he hadn’t heard her right. There was no way that Geno was somewhere he couldn’t go. He was Death. He could go anywhere; it was proverbial. And there was no way that magic stronger than Life had touched him. That just wasn’t possible. He… he… he couldn’t be in pain. He just couldn’t. And he had to remember them. He was Reaper’s soulmate, and Goth’s mother. How could he forget them? They were… they…

Reaper wasn’t quite sure what opened the floodgates. Why didn’t really matter. All that mattered was Geno, and Geno was not okay. Reaper might never see him again, and that… that was suddenly all too real. He tried desperately to cling to his memories. He could see… he couldn’t. He couldn’t remember what Geno looked like! He scrambled to pull out the photo of them all on that summer day. He stared at it. His hands caressed the curve of his soulmate’s chin. Then the first blue tear fell. Another followed. Then another. Then another. Then there weren’t individuals, but a flood of them. He… he might never see Geno again. Goth might never see his mother again. Geno might never know that Goth had a crush on Palette. Geno might never get to see his son grow up.

“Reaper. Listen to me.” He looked across the table at the god he was sitting with. She fixed her eyes on his sockets and radiated hope. “We’ll find him. We’re not the only ones looking for him. You said it yourself. Fresh is looking, and this place stinks of the same unnatural magic that feeds him. Ink is looking, and he exists outside the universes themselves. He can’t stay where he is forever, and when he does leave, we’ll find him. Even if he doesn’t remember us, we’ll find him. We’ll teach him who he is again. No matter what happens to him you will see him again. I promise you that.”

Reaper gulped. “you promise?”

Life nodded. “I promise. Now, please go back to crying. You haven’t let yourself cry nearly enough. Goth told me he hasn’t seen you cry once. That’s not good.”

Reaper let out a soggy chuckle. “that doesn’t mean i’m not crying, life. i’m just not crying in front of him. i don’t want him to have to worry about me as well as worrying about geno. he’s only eight. he doesn’t need that kind of weight on his shoulders.”

“If you think that not crying in front of him means he won’t worry you’re much stupider than I thought. Goth is worried sick about you. You tell him that crying is okay and important and natural, but then he never sees you do it. He asked me to heal your tear-makers, Reaper. He thought there was something wrong with you,” Life said pointedly.

“ouch,” Reaper winced, “i don’t want that. i’ll try to cry in front of him, and i’ll explain that i didn’t want to worry him and i’m all fine.”

“See that you do,” Life said primly. “Now, cry.”

“yes ma’am,” Reaper saluted. Then he let himself cry in front of another person for the first time since Geno had gone missing.

=====

The white space saw both a new inhabitant and an old one. The figure was wearing a black trench coat. The hems were edged with yellow piping, and the cuffs of the sleeves were blue. The bottom of his jacket shaded from black to blue. Under that he wore a ribbed red sweater and a pair of uneven black pants. The hems of the pants had roughly sewn blue cuffs. One was shorter than the other by several inches, but neither was longer than mid shins on him. Black flip flops graced his feet. But that was just his clothes. His bones were the weirdest part. The base of them was solid black, but some of them, namely his leg bones and his proximal and intermediate phalanges, were red. His distal phalanges were yellow, as were his teeth. His skull was black, but it had blue streaks like tears running down from the eye sockets. The sockets themselves were two different sizes, and the eye lights inside them were likewise. Red sockets held yellow and grey eye lights. His nasal aperture was red, too. And scattered around him like flies on carrion were floating glitches and error messages.

Despite all that, it was still Geno sitting there. At least, he still thought of himself as Geno. At least, he would if he could get over the shaking, panicking state he had slipped into. He was huddled up in the center of empty white nothingness, his knees to his chest and his hands trembling in front of him. Voices were screaming at him, their messages a mixed bunch of helpful, kind, and… not. But Geno was too shaken to listen to them.

“They’re not going to be able to recognize me,” Geno said in a glitched out voice. When he heard it, he sobbed, “I even sound different. My voice is all glitchy, and it’s so much lower than it was. What are they going to think when I get out? Are they even going to believe it’s me? I’ve been gone for so long, I-”

The voice was overwhelming. It felt like he was trapped in a giant bell that was ringing inside of a giant dome. It hurt his ears, but at the same time it couldn’t hurt his ears because a) he had no ears, b) the sound was in his head and, c) it didn’t actually hurt. It felt like it should, but it didn’t.

“What job?” Geno said lowly. His voice sounded almost like a growl and he hated it.

Geno recoiled. “What? No! I’m not-”

Geno dug his heels in. He had out-stubborned Death. He could out-stubborn an Eldritch voice or two. “I’m not going to destroy universes. Can’t they be evacuated? We can-”

Geno froze. “No. No, you can’t do that! They’re hurt enough as it is, you can’t do this to them! Reaper already has a job, and Goth’s only eight! He needs Reaper to take care of him, you can’t… you can’t do this to them. Don’t hurt them, please!”

“That’s… that’s not my name,” Geno said lamely. He felt so overwhelmed and absolutely rock bottom horrible. Was he really going to kill people and destroy people’s homes? But he couldn’t bear it if little Goth had to go through this torture. He didn’t deserve it. Neither did Reaper. He would do anything to keep them safe. Apparently that included this.

Geno winced. Reaper hated his job. It was hard enough as it is. He really didn’t want to explain to him why he had to make it harder. Reaper would insist on taking on this unbearable pain himself, not because it would make his job easier, but because he wouldn’t want Geno to have to bear this alone. Geno didn’t want that. He also didn’t want to see Goth’s face when he found out about this. Goth was a sweetheart. It had hurt enough when they had explained what Reaper and Grim did. It would be even harder to explain this.

“Fine,” Geno… no, Error said, “I’ll do your job, and I’ll take your name. But if you so much as touch my child you will regret it more than anything else you have ever done.”

The voice laughed, and Error knew that laugh would haunt his soul forever. It was ruthless, callous, and absolutely insane. <OH, ERROR, YOU ARE SO NAIVE. I AM FATE. THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO HURT ME. I HAVE SENT PLAGUES. I HAVE STARTED WARS. I HAVE INSPIRED GENOCIDES, INCLUDING YOURS. I REGRET NOTHING.>

Error shuddered. He knew Fate by the horrors she left behind, and the idea of her rummaging around in his soul was terrifying. He felt hopeless for the first time in a long time. Even his huge supply of determination couldn’t fight against the being that had created the multiverse. Ink spoke about her all the time. Apparently he was her favorite. She whispered to him in the night, inspiring him to create an endless supply of universes. Was… was that why he had to destroy? Because Ink was constantly creating? Because Fate was too fond of him to put limits on what he could do? Why? It was so unfair! He’d been happy with his mate and his son. Now he had been torn away from them, isolated, tortured, and changed. It wasn’t fair!

Fate, seemingly unaware of his inner monologue, said, <NOW, I WILL ONLY SHOW YOU HOW TO OPEN A PORTAL ONCE. AFTER THIS YOU WILL DO IT ON YOUR OWN. IF YOU DO NOT I WILL PUNISH YOU, AND IF I AM NOT SATISFIED FOR TOO LONG I WILL INVOLVE YOUR FAMILY. NOW, PAY ATTENTION. TO OPEN A PORTAL YOU NEED TO...>

#afterdeath #glitcheddeath #destructivedeath #error sans #reapertale sans #reapertale toriel #aftertale #aftertale sans #Errortale #sanscest #yastaghr

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yastaghr · 4 years

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What We Do For Family 3

Here’s the next chapter of WWDFF! We’re starting to get into the good stuff!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22254547/chapters/56252818

Reaper left Goth under the watchful eye of Life. He left him reluctantly. Who wouldn’t be afraid of losing someone they love when they had just lost another? Goth was such a little sweetheart! Reaper didn’t think he could bear to lose him, too.

When Reaper swung his scythe he was greeted with the sight of empty blackness. He stepped through with the confidence of someone who had come there many times. This darkness was familiar. He had been visiting it for years, and there had once been a time when he spent every free hour he had hanging out in this darkness. Those days were long behind him, but… if there were anywhere where Geno might have ended up, the Save Screen would be it.

It was lucky for Reaper that he had come in invisibly, for, while there was no Geno in sight, there was someone else. Curled up in the fetal position was a skeleton. They were tall, with a detached jaw and mismatched eye sockets. Their body was covered in a black stocking. On top of that was a pair of blue short shorts and a very curvy white and yellow top. There was also a red-orange scarf. But the most striking thing about this monster was the jacket. They were wearing a blue jacket that was several sizes too small. It also had two cuts on either side of it that were lined with blood.

Reaper sighed. So, the universe had decided to torture a Papyrus in the same way that it had tortured Geno? Somehow, that didn’t surprise him. He wondered what this one would end up being called.

Whatever that was, he didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be left alone in the darkness, endlessly bleeding out of the cut on his throat and curling up, crying and begging for someone, anyone, to come and rescue him. Reaper sighed. He knew he couldn’t give him the final mercy, but he could at least make him comfortable. The invisible God of Death pulled a blanket out of his inventory and kindly wrapped it around the Papyrus. Then he pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a quick note. It read:

Hello Papyrus. Welcome to the Save Screen. This is a kind of limbo like space that exists between the Void and the real world. You’re safe here. No one can die in the Save Screen. Unfortunately, you will die if you go back into the real world without some kind of a plan about how you’re going to survive. And that doesn’t mean, “I’m going to survive this”. If you don’t get it right, you’ll die.

There are things you can do to affect the real world. You can open windows and watch, or bring people here who are alive. You can send people dreams, too. Play around with your powers until you figure out what you can and cannot do. Think of it as a great way to spend the time. And you’ll have a lot of time to play around with, so don’t hold back.

There is a way to get your brother back, but it’s hard. It won’t be what you expect it to be, I can promise you that. You might even get some additional family members along the way. Who knows? I only know what happened to the last person who was trapped here.

I hope I don’t have to see you for a long, long time. Good luck! -Death

When he was done writing that note Reaper laid it next to the Papyrus where he would find it after he stopped crying. Then Reaper backed up and left the Save Screen to continue his search elsewhere. In his pocket, the picture of his family felt both heavy and unreal, like at any moment it would drop through his pocket and vanish. It didn’t, but it felt that way to him. His hand dove into his pocket to stroke the picture. Yep, it was still there. He hoped it never left.

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In the white nothingness of the Anti-void, Geno was laying flat on the “ground”. He was on his back, trying to sleep. Trying was the key word. He had no idea how long he had been here, but he hadn’t been able to sleep at all in this white place. He didn’t really feel tired, either, which scared him. It felt like he’d been awake for days, maybe even weeks, but he still didn’t seem to need to sleep. For someone who used to nap at every opportunity, it felt weird.

The other thing Geno was trying to do as he laid flat on his back was ignore the voices. Their number just seemed to grow with each passing hour. Now there were hundreds. He couldn’t even begin to count or keep track of them.

So when every single voice in his head went suddenly silent, Geno freaked. He went to jerk upright, but something held him down. He could only watch in horror as his own sliver of a soul was dragged out of his chest. It looked so fragile, as always. It was less than a tenth the size of a normal soul. The edges were jagged and raw, despite repeated attempts to heal him. Just like the slash across his chest, this reminder of what he had lived through was always with him. It was a part of him he couldn’t change.

Then he screamed. Intense pain flowed through him, like the hand of some eldritch god was rummaging around in his soul. It hurt. Oh stars, it hurt! If he hadn’t been being forced to stay flat Geno knew he would have been doubled over in pain.

It was almost the worst pain he had ever experienced. The only pain that had ever been worse was when he had been actively in labor with Goth. As if sensing that thought, the pain tripled. Now it really was the worst pain he had ever experienced. He was crying, screaming and begging for the pain to stop. But nobody came.

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What We Do For Family Chapter 2

This chapter got a little away from me, but please enjoy!

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22254547/chapters/55258315

Reaper swung his scythe and cut through the fabric of the universe, opening a portal to another AU. He had to duck to fit through because he was unusually taller than normal.

“Daddy! I do!” Goth shouted angrily from his position on Reaper’s back. He was gripping Reaper’s ribs with his legs tight enough to hurt, but Reaper didn’t care. It just felt good to be touching him.

Reaper so rarely was able to touch another monster. He could touch the other gods, but most of them weren’t speaking to him. They were furious after what he had done to Life. Nevermind that she had been dead and bringing her to the Land of the Dead was the only way to bring her back. They were sure it had been his hand that had killed her. It hadn’t, and as soon as Reaper found that damned Chaos then he could prove it. In the meantime he was almost alone except for his brother and Goth. He thanked Life every day for helping Geno and him bring their little light into the world. Why wouldn’t he? Goth was wonderful.

“i know you can, but remember how big your portals are? you and i together wouldn’t fit through. how about you open up a portal and come home by yourself? does that sound good?” Reaper tried to reason with him.

“Hmph!” Goth said, pouting. Reaper could just hear it in his voice. Oh well. He’d settle Goth down for a nap once they got back.

“HO! STRANGERS! HALT YOUR PROGRESS OR FACE THE WROTH OF THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS!” A familiar voice called out. Reaper looked up and smiled. Standing about 20 feet away was the tall and sharply-dressed figure of Edge, the Papyrus of Underfell and one of Geno’s adopted brothers.

Geno called back, half giggling, in his traditional response. “The God of Death stops for no monster! Bow before him or die!”

Reaper frowned when Edge didn’t respond as he usually did. He usually shouted, with a twinkle in his eye, “THE GOD OF DEATH IS, OF COURSE, HONORED HERE!” and then bowed. Instead he screeched, “I RECOGNISE NO GOD OF DEATH, FOR I REFUSE TO DIE! FIGHT ME OR PERISH!”

Goth’s little hands clutched at Reaper’s hood. Reaper, completely silently, reached up and lifted Goth down to the ground. He knelt and said, “hey, goth. uncle edge and i need to have a private chat. can you show off how good you are at portals and head home? i’ll come and get you.”

Goth nodded and scurried off behind a tree- or, at least, he tried to. He squeaked as blue magic pinned him down to the ground. Reaper spun and glared at Edge, absolutely furious. “don’t you know better than to harm a child? let him go or face me for real, papyrus. and rest assured that i do not play around with those who threaten my family.”

Edge flushed and dropped his hand, hiding it behind his back. A gasp of air from Goth told Reaper that he had been released. He waited until he heard the sound of Goth’s portal closing behind him before he sighed.

“I RELEASED HIM AS YOU ASKED ME, STRANGER. NOW TELL ME WHY YOU DARE COME INTO MY TERRITORY!”

Reaper sighed. “you have no memory of me, do you? do you remember your brother, geno?”

Edge growled at him. “I HAVE ONLY ONE BROTHER, AND HIS NAME IS RED. GET OUT OF MY TERRITORY BEFORE I KILL YOU FOR WHATEVER PALTRY EXP YOU BRING ME.”

Reaper bowed to him, backing up slowly and never taking his eyes off Edge. “i’ll just take my leave, then. try not to need me to come here too soon, brother-in-law. you may not know me, but i certainly know you, and i will not hesitate to reap you when your time comes. tell your brother i said hi~”

He hastily backed through a portal into their home before Edge’s angry squak could become an attack. He couldn’t help the wicked smile that played across his face. He loved making Edge squak, and if their world really did Reset, as he now suspected, then it would be a long time before he could do it again. Their world was supposed to be locked. It did not speak well to Geno’s health that his lock had failed. Reaper quickly put that thought out of his head. Geno was fine. Fine! He was just… missing.

The thought of how long it had been was knocked from him as little Goth barreled into his legs. Reaper knelt down and smiled at his son. It quickly faded in the face of Goth’s expression. “hey, gothy. why the long face?”

Big, soggy tears dripped down Goth’s face. He tried to wipe them away, but they just kept coming. “Why did Uncle Edge not say the right thing? Why did he make me blue? We weren’t training. He only does that in training. Did I do something wrong to make him mad? Do I need to apologize?”

Reaper shook his head sadly. “no, goth, this isn’t your fault. something happened in their world that made him forget about us. you’ve heard mommy and i talking about the resets, right?”

Goth nodded and sniffed. “Yeah, but I don’t know what they are. It didn’t make any sense.”

Reaper pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to his son. It was huge in Goth’s small hands and soaked up the tears really well. “it doesn’t make a lot of sense when you know what it is, either. they’re a very not-good thing. you know uncle fresh’s video games?” Reaper asked.

Goth nodded. Reaper felt relieved. Resets were so much harder to explain without that analogy available to you.

“well, have you ever reset one of those games?” His son only looked confused. Reaper sighed. There went the easiest explanation. “okay. so, imagine you’re playing one of those games. you’re having a good time with the easy parts, but then it gets harder. you remember how much fun those easy parts were, right? but you can’t just walk back to those areas and have it be the same, can you?” Goth nodded slowly. “so, you could go on to play new parts and hope they’ll be easier and more fun, or you could reset the game. a reset is like… making the game forget that you’ve already played it. you can go back to the very beginning and play the game like it’s brand new. does that make sense?”

Goth’s brow furrowed. “But what does that have to do with Uncle Edge? He’s not in a video game.”

Reaper chuckled darkly. “he… kind of is, goth. all the different universes we visit with our portals are like their own video games, and almost all of them can be reset by certain people. it happens more in some worlds than others. it’s been a really long time since uncle edge’s and uncle red’s world reset, but that’s what happened. uncle edge doesn’t remember anything when there’s a reset, because he meets us during the game. once he meets us again we can go visit him, okay goth? just… not yet.”

“What about Uncle Red?” Goth asked quickly, “Will he remember us?”

Reaper smiled at his son,hoping this little bit of news would cheer him up. “he will. it wouldn’t surprise me if he didn’t show up in a bit to hang out with you, once uncle edge tells him about us. you can ask him to play a game with you, okay goth?”

Goth didn’t look super excited about that idea. “But what about training with Uncle Edge? He promised me he was going to teach me how to turn someone blue next session!”

“and he will!” Reaper promised his son, “it’s just going to be a while before that next session. okay? in the meantime, do you think you can draw uncle edge a bunch of pictures? imagine you’re telling him the story of how you met! that way you can catch him up on you and your life!”

This idea got Goth more excited. He loved to draw people pictures at the moment. Reaper thought it might be because of his friend, Palette. Goth really wanted to impress him for some reason. It was cute! Sometimes Reaper wondered about what Goth felt about Palette, but Goth seemed to want to keep that a secret. Reaper could respect that. It was a harmless secret for the little one to keep from him, so he would let Goth keep it.

Reaper watched his son pull out the crayons and the construction paper and sighed. He needed a little time to himself. Hopefully Red wouldn’t turn up while he was gone.

Only once he had retreated to their bedroom and closed the door did Reaper let himself cry. Big, soggy blue tears bubbled up from his eye sockets and slid down his face. He tried to stay quiet; he didn’t want to worry Goth. It was damn near impossible, though. He was devastated. How could Geno’s lock fail? He’d helped him set it. Underfell #13 should never have Reset ever again. Geno had promised Red it wouldn’t. What did it mean that his promise had been broken? Was he…

No. He wouldn’t think like that. He couldn’t think like that. He just had to keep searching. Without Goth. He couldn’t survive seeing his little Gothy hurt like this again. He just couldn’t.

Footsteps echoed in the booming silence that was the Anti-Void. If he was going to be trapped here, it might as well have a name; at least, that’s what Geno thought. He was pacing back and forth in the endless expanse of white, full of nervous energy and tears.

Then the barest whisper of a voice from behind him had Geno spinning around. Wild hope fluttered in his chest like a newborn butterfly. Then confusion replaced it. There was nothing there. There was no one there. But he could have sworn that there had been a voice. It had sounded so…

<Hey. Hey! Hey, you!>

Geno spun again, certain that someone else must have fallen victim to the Anti-Void. There was nothing.

<Wait, he can hear us?>

Geno slapped himself none-too-gently to try and wake himself up out of his hallucination. It had to be that, right?

<Geno, hi! You can hear us now, right? Say something to prove it, please?>

He hugged himself tightly. He was finally going crazy! Great! Now he was going to have to go on medicine and do therapy all over again. Absolutely wonderful. Not.

He froze. His soulmate and their son were crying? No! They needed to be happy! They shouldn’t cry. Not now, not when he couldn’t be there to comfort them. That was awful!

Geno pulled out his picture and traced the images of little Gothy and Reaper with his other hand. The tears were spilling out now once again. He had no idea how he was still making them. He hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in days.

“i promise i’ll come back to you, goth, reaper. no matter what happens i’ll see you again.”

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