#and just frisk in general but at least i was planning THAT part

[tigerbears]

Searching for Beta readers for my Undertale/Deltarune fics?

So far I've just been asking my friends for beta reading but deciding to search for more wider beta readers in the fandom.

(Decided to do so after reading this guide)

I've currently got 2-3 2-4 beta readers working on the fic, though most of them are just basically people who read it earlier. The one who's been the best at beta-reading I think wont be able to keep up with my one chapter every two weeks schedule, (and I'm actually considering making that just the "minimum goal" and just having a more loose schedule) so sending this off to find more betareaders.

Here's some relevant info if your interested.

The current fic I'm working on is a Snowgrave fic, so expect it to be dark and full of some angst. I've so far got 5-6 9-10 chapters written, at various stages of drafts/betareading. Also some CW/TW so far for this fic: Anxiety, trauma, guilt, grief, gaslighting, panic attacks, emotional/psychological manipulation and abuse, physical abuse (Thorn Ring), mind control, and suicidal ideation (Crossed out the last one as it was only in older drafts. May return later though.) While reading let me know if I need to add more. Expect the rating to be in the "Teen And Up Audiences" range on AO3, or at least that's what I'm aiming for.

This snowgrave fic is going to be Suselle centric, at least for the first section. (What? Need some stuff to lighten the mood so it ain't 90% angst darkness. Maybe 55-60% angst/Darkness, and 40-45% hurt/comfort, and some gay Suselle things)

I have plans for less angstey/more fluffy fics in the future, so dont worry if you want you can just get in contact for when I have less... dark fics... For these fics, two examples I have are 1: "A kind of ambitious post-pacifist Undertale fic I've always wanted to write that I'm waiting until I get some experience for" 2: "A few Deltarune prequel fics set before Dess's disappearance, the main one being about Noelle realizing she's trans because I love the headcanon and wanted to do my own take." (EDIT: Think if I'm ever writing this, I think I'm going to make this fic broader/not just Noelle centric. Probably going to start with Kris coming out as enby to Azzy.) Generally for my fics I'm aiming around the "General Audiances/Teen And Up Audiances" rating on AO3.

I just want some general beta reading for the fics I write. (just generally on everything). However, one thing I'm going to be looking for in later fics is anyone under the non-binary umbrella willing to do sensitivity reading. I plan for the Post pacifist UT & DR prequel fics to go into Kris, Frisk, and Chara's enby gender identities. (Examples: Asriel helping Chara realize their enby in my UT fics, and Kris coming out as non-binary at the start of my "Noelle realizes she's trans pre-canon Deltarune fic which would have at least one subplot about Noelle realizing she's trans" fic.) While I am trans, I'm not non-binary, so I'd want some sensitivity readers go over that and point out if I've messed up anything when it comes to Enby rep.

Feel free to include your first reactions while reading the fic! (from the friends who've beta read in the past, seeing their reactions were honestly the best part lol)

Let me know if you would/would not want to be credited!

Current scheduled: currently I'm just writing a back catalog of chapters for the snowgrave fic. Don't really have a schedule but I at the fastest I plan to release chapters at a pace of one chapter every two weeks. Once I've gotten the first three to five chapters beta-read by all my readers I'll likely start sending off chapters at that pace at least. I don't want to compromise my writing quality with deadlines. My only real goal is to finish/at least release the first few chapters before Deltarune Chapters 3-4 gets released.

If you want to have a snippet of my past writing, I've so far posted one fic on AO3 about Noelle coming out as trans to Berdly. (Though I honestly think I've done a lot more unpublished fic writing so I do think I've improved quite a bit since this fic)

Anyway, if your interested feel free to send an ask/message me on tumblr! (from there we can talk more about specifics/communication/ect)

EDIT: It's been a week and I've yet to get a response. Crossed out messages bc I've since closed them. If your still interested in betareading use the asks.

#deltarune #deltarune fanfic #fanfic #undertale #undertale fanfic #fanfiction #beta reader #beta readers #looking for beta readers #posts from tigerbear's tumblr #beta read

[spirit-ask]

You can rest in the hotel to give you extra hp if you want fae also don’t forget to buy some healing items from the shop

"That is a good idea, but I don't have any money." Fae remarks.

She glances over at the shop and remembers her little hair clip adventure there. Fae wondered if she would see Briea or Hana in there right now.

"It would be nice to visit, though."

Fae opens the shop door. The jingling of a bell greeting her. A familiar Rabbit monster leans on the counter and smiles at her.

"Why hello there! You done making friends with the Skeleton boys for now?" Mrs. Rabbit balances her chin in her paw. Relaxed and perhaps a bit bored.

Fae walks up to the counter and smiles back, "Yes, they said they had to get back to work. So I thought I would look around."

"Well," Mrs. Rabbit's nose twitches when she gets a better look at Fae, "You seem friendly enough," she chuckles, "Snowdin is happy to welcome newcomers. Just don't start any trouble."

"Of course, I don't plan to," Fae reaches up to touch her clip.

This time haha.

"So are ya just browsing or do you have something you have in mind?" Mrs. Rabbit tilts her head to motion to different parts of the store.

"Oh uh, sorry. I don't have any money," Fae looks around with a nervous chuckle. She had hoped to see some other familiar faces here but she was the only customer.

"If ya want I can give ya a job. There is always work to be done and no one to do it," Mrs. Rabbit turns to strain her voice toward the back door, "At least no one to wants to."

"Sorry again," Fae responds, "But I don't plan to stay long. I'm heading to New Home."

"That is a long way to go without any money!" Mrs. Rabbit straightens up. Her eyes wider than before. "At least take a rest at the Inn before you go. I can give a good word to my sister. She'll let you stay for free."

Fae was beginning to feel tired again. She had forgotten how often you need rest when you have a living body. At first, she would rest because she thought she had to and then she got so busy that she didn't think about it.

"Oh, thank you!" Fae smiles, "That would be nice."

After Fae helped out with a few chores she climbs into the bed prepared for her. It really was so generous of the Rabbits to help her how like this, but-

She wasn't getting any sleep. She instead preoccupied herself with talking to Frisk.

How long is it going to take to get to New Home anyway?

It can take three to five days. Depending on how often you stop along the way. 

Oh... then I'll have to eat something before long. And I know Papyrus would make me something, but- uh...  Fae had a sneaking suspicion that she only survived eating a whole plate last time because she was already dead.

Yes, this is going to prove difficult if we cannot obtain gold. The other souls had no trouble in doing so. They earned money from pacifying monsters who attempted to battle them. But you have yet to battle anyone. 

Monsters usually try to attack you?!

Of course, these monsters are living in the hope of going to the surface. And only one human soul remains for the barrier to be broken. 

Right... I remember Braun's Uncle mentioning that before. Fae's mind wanders to thoughts about the other souls.

You will free them. For a time at least before time resets. 

...Yeah...

#post comic #fae #mrs. rabbit #frisk #snowdin

[inbarfink]

I’ve seen some people bring up the idea that the Golden Flowers in Undertale symbolize Grief. It seemed like an interesting idea to me, so I wanted to take a chance to examine in more depth myself. Grief is certainly a major theme in Undertale, and the Golden Flowers are directly tied to the Undertale of Asriel and Chara, and they also share another parallel with the concept of Grief:

It sticks to you.

Golden Flower seeds stick to whatever comes in contact with them, and considering the patch of flowers in the Trash Zone, they’re resilient enough to spread almost everywhere if you let them. This can be linked to the pervasive nature of Grief. 

So through that lense, what can the Golden Flowers tell us about the characters related to them?

Golden Flowers appear the most around Asgore. They cover his garden-slash-throne-room almost completely, they’re found almost everywhere in his house, he even makes them into tea. And Asgore is indeed a character consumed by his grief. For his dead children, and for the life he once had with Toriel, and the hope that the Underground once had, and for all the children he has killed. No one is more defined by their grief in Undertale than Asgore.

Compared to that, Toriel has.... less Golden Flowers in her life. The patch of Golden Flowers in the Ruins, Chara’s garve, is significant, but it’s not nearly as large as the field of flowers covering Asgore’s Throne Room. 

And she has less Golden Flowers in her home as well. Asgore has seven different Golden Flower plants in his house, Toriel has one - plus a drawing in the kids room.

And I guess Toriel IS handling her Grief... better than Asgore does? She is still struggling with it, obviously. She still has plenty of Golden Flowers... Just, you know, she’s doing better than Asgore. I think part of it might be that she feels like she’s channeling her grief into something productive and noble. The Golden Flowers over Chara’s grave soften the fall of every Human who stumbles into the Ruins - Toriel is trying to use her Grief to protect these humans.

And she is at least trying to move ahead, compared to how much Asgore dwells on the past. She doesn’t seem to regret leaving him and while Asriel and Chara’s old room in New Home is preserved exactly the same as it was in their life (including wrappped presents forever waiting for them) - Toriel seems to have made an effort to refurbished Asriel’s room in Home into a more general room for her new human wards (the photo frame and closet are empty - rather than having the old family photo\Asriel’s old clothes in them). But still, it’s very hard to ignore the fact that she still has her share of Golden Flowers in life.

Then there’s Undyne, who drinks Asgore’s Golden Flower Tea. Her connection to Golden Flowers is a lot more vague, a lot less direct. And I think it’s because she’s not really a grief-focused character herself. I made another post about it, but Undyne is more motivated by the misery and unhappiness that she sees in the Underground in the present. She’s less angry about the horrible war long ago or the death of the royal siblings as much as she’s just angry at all the monsters who are sad and miserable now. But the only solution she has for this misery is following Asgore’s war plan, the plan created from the depths of Asgore’s grief-stricken mind. She pertake in Asgore’s grief indirectly, without even fully realizing it.

And there’s also Monster Kid’s story about Asgore coming to school and donating his flowers (probably meant to be Golden Flowers) for project. Monster Kid can’t recognize a Human on sight, they were probably born long after Asriel and Chara’s death, but King Asgore’s grief still effects them - and the entire community - even if they don’t fully realize it. 

(And I wonder if Frisk choosing Golden Flower Tea in the Undyne Date symbolizes them empthazing with the Monsters’ communal grief)

Then there’s the third patch of Golden Flowers, in the Trash Zone:

In my previous Golden Flowers centric post I reasoned that they came from Alphys. She messed around with Golden Flowers in her lab, she complained about how sticky the seeds are, she hangs out in the Trash Zone, she spread it there.

And I think with her it’s less about the Grief about Asriel and Chara. About sharing Asgore’s Grief. With her she kinda... created her own ‘branch’ of Golden Flowers that she spreads herself because this Grief is her own and her own alone. I think the patch of Golden Flowers in the Trash Zone symbolize Alphys’ grief over what happened to the Amalgamates. Grief over the monsters lost life and her lost plans and her lost potential. 

After all, it was because of those experiments that she came in contact with the Golden Flowers, and because of those experiments that she spent so much time in the Garbage Dump to spread them.

That’s another way the Golden Flowers can be linked to Grief, I think. Every patch of Golden Flowers in the game is found over someone’s grave, in a way. The Patch of Golden Flowers in the Ruins is actually Chara’s Grave. The entire Throne Room is Asriel’s grave, and.... if Alphys had taken (or did take, in some timelines) that jump over the abyss, the Trash Zone Golden Flowers would the only grave she has.

But there is one character linked to Golden Flowers that I haven’t covered yet, someone with a very, very, very major connection to them....

Like...... if I said that Asgore is dealing with his Grief badly and spreading to everyone else and letting it consume it and literally consuming it in the form of tea..... well, than Flowey\Asriel IS a Golden Flower, he literally became his own Grief.

Grief for the person he was back when he could still feel love, and grief for Chara. This is most pronounced in the Pacifist Run, where Flowey assumes his old form of Asriel and basically straight-up admits that all that he does is motivated by his overwhelming grief for Chara. Every time he snatched the Happy Ending from a Neutral or Pacifist Player is just about how he didn’t want them to stop playing the game because he is basically the physical incarnation of Not Moving On.

#Undertale #Undertale meta #asgore #asgore undertale #asgore dreemurr #Toriel #toriel undertale #Undyne #undyne undertale #Alphys #alphys undertale #flowey #flowey undertale #asriel #asriel dreemurr #asriel undertale #CW: suicide mention

[aether-friskets]

Frisk Headcanons

So, to go completely off the rails from what I've been posting recently, here's a my best attempt at giving all the general headcanon info about my interpretation of Frisk in one post, which I'm probably gonna add onto in the future knowing me-- I'm gonna put all the actual written info under the cut because it's kinda long.

Also sidenote, I plan to make something like this for my Chara in the near future. Also, uh, expect me to randomly share more ut headcanons in general.

General Stuff

Their full name is Frisk Awa Dreemurr. 

Dreemurr is the third last name they've held, with Villarosa being the first and Solas being the second. 

They're 10 years old during the events of Undertale. 

Their height is 4' 2 (127 cm). 

Even as an adult they'd only end up around the 5' 2 (~158 cm) mark.

Their birthday is September 15th, 2105.

They are (amab) non-binary and use they/them pronouns.

Their clothing choice/tastes tend to be fairly mixed between typically masculine and feminine things, with a preference for more casual/messy looks and bright colours.

They're Panromantic-Ace, but also not particularly interested in that stuff yet.

They are primarily Filipino. Both parents were born in the Philippines but moved somewhere closer to (but not in) the Ebott area (unspecified geographical location at current because I haven't decided—) before Frisk was born.

Frisk's parents are still alive, but they have not yet met again and Frisk doesn't really remember them.

They are left-handed.

They're allergic to Temmies.

Frisk originally could only hear Chara, like a guiding voice in their mind. After making a certain deal, they could see Chara— and as a side effect, have a stronger sense about other ghosts and the like through being so closely connected to one.

They ate garbage on live TV (during the Mettaton EX battle) once, and Chara refuses to let them live it down.

They know how to make pre-packaged foods on their own, but don’t have much cooking knowledge outside of that.

They generally are not very picky about food, willing to try pretty much anything at least once.

However, their preferences lie more on savoury (and sometimes spicy) stuff, and they much prefer healthy/home cooked things. 

Their Determination stems from a desire for everyone to live and have a good life, although the idea of this is twisted during the events of... Certain timelines.

Despite having the "power to change fate", Frisk tries to only use it when they have to. They feel it would be wrong to manipulate it into getting whatever they wanted, however they have occasionally broken that rule.

Frisk being a quiet type comes in part from selective mutism. It generally shows up in times of stress, although since the events of Undertale they have less problems with it comparatively.

Their natural eye colour is red, but when using their SAVE powers they appear as a bright yellow/gold instead. 

They have a missing tooth from falling out of a tree.

They've got a saviour complex of sorts, feeling they will and must help everyone they can, even if that person doesn't want said help.

They don't fully understand the purpose of flirting, and generally do it to see how a person will react and see what that says about them. But sometimes it's just funny.

They particularly like frogs and bugs, but generally like most animals.

Their voice is something akin to Chloe in We Bare Bears (Charlyne Yi).

Pre-Undertale Backstory

Frisk was born in 2105, to parents that had only moved into the country recently. Their parents, Frederick Angelo Awa Villarosa and Iris Awa Villarosa, had hoped to raise the child themselves, but this didn’t go to plan. They fell into financial hardship a little while after Frisk was born, which was worsened by Fredrick falling particularly ill. The situation culminated in Frisk being put into foster care by 2108. They were bounced between temporary homes for a few years, until they were adopted in 2111 by Adalyn and Nadja Solas. A more stable living situation was a positive development for Frisk, and they grew close to their adoptive parents. This was all fine and good, until February of 2115 when a car crash left Frisk alone again. They were in the hospital for some time while recovering, after which they were placed into a temporary home in the Ebott area. It was not a smooth adjustment, with Frisk still grieving their loss and the new home feeling more distant than they’d grown accustomed to.

When they were left waiting at a bus stop on their 10th birthday– after some bullying to further incentivise not sticking around with their own thoughts, Frisk went off on their own to explore the woods surrounding Mt. Ebott. Perhaps just to clear their mind, or for something to do. By the time it began raining they were a little too far to turn back, so they ran deeper into the woods in hopes of reaching some kind of shelter. The mountainside cave they took refuge in had a deep pit within and, upon closer inspection, they ended up falling right into it. 

In the Underground

Frisk initially travelled the Underground peacefully, playing around with their ability to Load SAVE points as they went. They never really harmed anyone in these little experiments, especially since they only knew how to return to the most recent SAVE point, and their understanding of the ability was limited in general.

Over their journey, Frisk grew close to the friends they made in the Underground. These people filled a void they had been unable to reach since before that February night, even if they weren't replacements. Despite everything, they were happier than they had been in a while. But, they knew they had to return to the surface world. They couldn't let their new foster mother worry, no matter how happy they were. Besides, they couldn't really stay. Their SOUL was required to break the Barrier, and the way things were going, that could have caused another monster-human war.

Frisk jumped at the chance of an ending to the story where they could return home AND stay with the monsters, eventually achieving it thanks to Flowey's attempted plan. However, after the Barrier was destroyed... Something was missing. Their parents, that void, still persisted. Perhaps, with their newfound powers, they could find a way to save them too. To go back further than they had before. Like when Asriel said he would send it all back to square one, but farther. They would save their parents AND the Underground!

That day, Frisk learned the unfortunate truth. They could only turn back time so far. There was no way to save their parents. Just like Asriel himself. But, they refused to let it stop them so easily. They wracked their brain for an answer, and one arrived. Another power spoken of before. LOVE. If they... Hurt people, maybe they could be stronger. Strong enough to go back. Refusing to give up on the chance, they risked putting aside all they held dear. Unfortunately for them, this path did not lead the direction they had intended whatsoever.

After all had turned to dust, they and Chara were the only ones that remained. A conversation was had, an irrefusable deal was made, and Frisk was sent back to the beginning. It was all for nothing. They killed them all. For nothing. Devastated, Frisk did their best to save the Underground again. It seemed some people— like Asriel and their parents— were beyond saving. They didn't want to accept that, but had no other choice.

Of course, we already know good things don't last forever. This second attempt at pacifism lasted only a little longer than the first. They were plagued by thoughts and dreams of their actions, unable to forget that feeling of holding lives in your hands. To decide someone else's fate. To play God. As much as Frisk feared it and loathed it, a part of them missed it. So in the anger and frustration and fear of it all, they undid everything again. As if repeating the past would somehow make it better.

That second time around, while they sat in that void waiting for Chara to reappear, the gravity of it all finally hit them. They were gonna get stuck in a cycle of this, and for what? This wasn't right, they didn't want to hurt everyone they cared about. They just wanted everyone to be happy, how did it get to this point? After Chara gave another speech and the world was restored, Frisk made a vow to never hurt anyone like that again. It didn't matter what happened, that wasn't right. No one else deserved to get hurt.

Post-Undertale

When they finally moved on and allowed the timeline to continue forwards, Frisk accepted the offer to become the human-monster ambassador and chose to live with Toriel. However, Papyrus took the role of the proper ambassador, and became his assistant. Learning and helping with what they could, hoping to one day become the new ambassador.

Once monsters were starting to settle in on the surface and things were going a little smoother, Frisk returned to the Underground and brought Flowey to the surface with them– on the condition that they didn’t tell anyone about his connection to Asriel. Shortly after this, they, uh, worked out some things with Chara regarding previous actions and a certain deal.

Eventually they’d probably get a chance to meet their bio parents, but I haven’t figured out if/when this might happen.

Personality

Generally speaking, Frisk comes off as a quiet but friendly and well-meaning kid, very eager to be of help and a pretty good listener. They can be a bit much, though, often trying to help even when they aren't needed, and don't necessarily have a clear idea of good boundaries all the time.

Despite their helpful nature, they're pretty stubborn about stuff once their mind is set on it, and can be hard-pressed to admit that maybe something is not such a great idea after all. Their determination is useful when it comes to making sure they do whatever it is they set their mind on, but there are certainly cases where this isn't great.

They're usually pretty trusting— perhaps a little naïve though not completely, despite times this has been taken advantage of. They always want to believe the best in people, being generally optimistic and quick to forgive. There are limits, but those aren't often displayed.

Frisk does not like to hurt people, and takes their self-vow not to kill anyone else pretty seriously. It would take some very serious circumstances to break that. However, if a situation called for it, they would still willingly fight back to save themself or people around them. Just, if they can find non-violent options, they will.

They're also surprisingly brave, bordering on reckless at times. They weren't always as much so— it's something they got better at over their journey through the Underground— but a spark of it was always there. This can show up in more positive ways like when they were willing to fight Omega Flowey despite how much he scared them, as well as not so great ways, like wandering off on their own to explore the woods.

In fact, as a sub point about the bravery stuff, Frisk is very curious and adventurous. They love exploring and seeing new stuff, and are usually pretty willing to try new things. They're also fairly capable of being independent and self-sufficient, for someone their age.

If I were to rank how much of each SOUL trait Frisk has, it would be something like:

Determination

Kindness

Bravery

Perseverance

Patience

Justice

Integrity

#my art #frisk #headcanons #fanart #undertale #character hcs #undertale fanart #frisk hcs #safeutdr #undertale hcs

[kisa-is-dummy]

❤🌻My (Personal) Top 5 Undertale Theories❤🌻

V - Scarred Body

In 5th place, I present the theory that Frisk (and in timelines where Chara takes the role as the protagonist) is:

Whenever they "respawn", come back to life from whatever killed them, they will come back with a scar that indicates what caused to injure/kill them. Examples:

🔥Burn Marks (Toriel/Asgore/Asriel): Injury/Death by Fire (yeah, no $#¡+)

🪡Stiches indicate that they were heavily injured by stabbing or sharp objects in general. Sans due his attack in the genocide route; Papyrus with the traps that do NOT malfunction for some reason; Mettaton, DIRNTE? Undyne is same thing as Mettaton, maybe just a little less...extreme? Nvm, that doesn't sound like Undyne at all.

In the end, whenever they come back from the dead or just slightly recover from whatever injury, Frisk/Chara's body will now have a new scar to the collection.

IV - Amnesiac! Chara

Basically, it's about the moment Chara hits their head on the ground, they lose all of the memories, including their real name. Once Asriel finds them and bring them to his parents. As soon they regain consciouness, they would be asked questions, giving hints about them remembering nothing about what happened before falling as an answer. Asriel "decides" to "name" them Chara, since none of them knew the actual one. It stayed like that until Toriel told them about the tale between the monsters and humans, in which caused to trigger Chara, finally remembering their past, and then coming up with the plan. Another thing is that after their death, they actually lost their memories once again, as they spend a god amount of years in the void. I'm not sure if it's possible for a person to have amnesia more than once, but we're talking about a game that has no logic at all, one of them being kids surviving a head trauma after falling a large role and living just fine, so, i guess it IS possible.

III - The Children

I'm speaking about the Fallen Children (Excluding Frisk, and Chara will be explained soon enough) together with Sans & Papyrus, starting with the skelebros, by the way.

It never made sense for me that Gaster is Sans & Papyrus's biological father, because one; there isn't actual evidence that prove he is, and second...Gaster doesn't look like a skeleton at all, at least to me.

Point is, both skelebros are results of a (failed) cloning experiment. Why a cloning experiment? Well, let's suppose that, unlike Alphys, Gaster was so caught up to his job to the point he forgets to do basic stuff like...EATING and SLEEPING! Asgore tries to convince, and even demand him to take a break, but fails miserably, while Toriel oftenly enters the lab with a cup of tea with a slice of pie, but fails also; but it also affect him badly enough to be unable to finish other researches, experiments, you name it. That's when he came with the idea of cloning himself with the purpose to conclude all his unfinished work so then he can chill, and that was the plan. Until, since he was tired af, he messed up one thing, and that one thing was enough to cause the clones to "deform" and become who we know and love, Sans & Papyrus, the skeleton brothers.

And even if they were biologically his kids, it was never stated that Gaster's parenting skills were good.

I mean, I doubt that Gaster even LIKES kids. When Chara and Asriel were still alive, he torelated them, but that's it. And that was no different with Sans & Papyrus. I imagine that he gave them food and toys and called parenting. No, the Dreemurrs never knew about them. Cuz Gaster made sure they never LEFT the lab while he was alive (which didn't take too long, btw).

Moving on to the Fallen Children, I've always seen many comics where it states that Asgore killed every child that was brought to him. I am not saying it's wrong but, I feel that Asgore wasn't the only one behind their deaths. What I am implying is, what if some others monsters were part of the killing? Heck, even Toriel tried to kill Frisk, so what makes you think that she didn't try the same with the previous ones?

II - Chara's Plan...was actually Gaster's Plan

Now explaining better about Gaster's true nature and Chara not being the "mastermind" of this plan, I don't think that Chara would be crazy enough, or even smart enough to formulate such idea, even if they didn't see what happened to Asgore or even mistook cups of butter for buttercups. So, I imagine that Chara was discussing with Asriel about how to get everyone out from the underground, with Gaster happening to pass by and "accidentally" overhear everything. Then he comes closer to them and explains that the only way to set everyone free is using a human soul as a spell breaker for the barrier. They were confused at first, only for Chara to realize that they will have to sacrifice theyself for this. And Gaster drops the "We need 7 souls to leave this place" bomb. Chara hates humanity, but never actually thought about killing someone, mainly knowing how much this would hurt Asriel. He, in the other hand, wasn't willing to hurt ANYONE for this. Gaster knew Asriel wouldn't approve, and didn't even bother discussing this with his parents, because he knew they would refuse before he could even explain, so Chara was the only one he could convince. And it worked. Until Asriel's execution.

But why? Gaster have always wondered how human science worked and planned to use it in his future projects. Plus, he believes that humans are the strongest species, considering that they managed to trap a whole race of monsters under a mountain, and then, must be intelligent as well. Plus, he was done. Tired of not being recognized for his works. Tired of his failed clones that became the kids he never asked for. Tired of everything and everyone. He was willing to do anything to finally get the recognition he believes he deserves.

And how did he die, according to you? A bit after separating theyself from Asriel's body after his death, Chara's spirit roamed into Gaster's lab, where they could see him pretty furious. He cussing, and in the middle of the cussing, he loudly called them and Asriel an idiot, for failing to do something simple, as killing 6 random humans to get everybody out of that hellhole, and how now he will never able to be recognized on science department, etc. Chara was disgusted, to say the least. They felt that Gaster didn't care about anyone but himself, and realized that not all monsters were innocent as they thought, deciding then to kill him by pushing of a balcony that led to another failed experiment: the void.

I - Inner Grudges

Personally, I don't believe that Frisk actually forgave everyone, nor that they were a pacifist, neither that the monsters are innocent like the fans likes to claim. I theorize that Frisk is able to remember the resets and game overs, therefore, they can remember clearly what killed them and who. Heck, Flowey it's the monster they HATE the most, more than they hate Sans. And while they don't really hate Toriel, they don't really feel safe around her, especially after what happened in the ruins. Mettaton, Undyne...almost the same rate as Flowey.

That's all for now. Bye.

#frisk #chara #undertale #wd gaster #sans #papyrus #undyne #mettaton #alphys #asriel dreemurr #toriel dreemurr #asgore dreemurr #theories #i'm no MatPat but i tried

[lizzie-tempest]

Fanfic Rec List part 9

This is the general list!

I WILL BE ADDING MORE TO THIS! I JUST HAVE THEM SAVED IN MY BOOKMARKS AND HAVEN’T GOT AROUND TO READING THEM YET! THERE WILL BE MORE ADDED! *sobs*

(I have tagged as many authors as I possibly can. If an author isn’t tagged, it’ll be because they don’t have a Tumblr or I can’t find/get on their blog.  If you know for certain that one of the authors has a Tumblr and they haven’t been tagged, please let me know so I can tag them!)

NOT MY CHILD by isnt_that_something (complete) (One-shot, violence, fluff) @isnt-that-something

Mafiafell AU.  Noir (Mafiafell Papyrus) discovers that his child has been struck by one of the caregivers at their day care.  He decides to have “a little talk” with them.

LET ME DUMB IT DOWN FOR YOU by isnt_that_something (complete) (One-shot, violence,)

Mafia AU.  Scar (Mafiaswapfell Sans) has suspected that something is wrong with his child for a while, so he does some investigating.  He’s furious at what he discovers and decides to take immediate action.

The Perfect Wedding by Grieving_Angel (complete) (One-shot, romance, fluff) @greivinganglehopefuldemon

Undyne and Alphys are getting married and their friends want to make it the best day possible. Which is hard to do when the world seems to work against and everything seems to be going wrong.

Broken Memories and Forget-me-nots by Grieving_Angel (ongoing) (Multi-chapter, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, character death)

While looking for a cure to help the Fallen Down, Alphys and her fellow scientists come up with a theory that could help. Sharing memories to help remind the Fallen Down of all the good things that have happened. The gang volunteer to test this theory out. Except, things go wrong and Sans is dragged in to the machine. And everyone sees his memories.

Lost Soul by erenthebright (ongoing) (Multi-chapter, dark fic, angst, violence, character death, non-con, mind the tags) @warcraftedtardis

Horrortale/Undertomb AU. Having magic that burns everything you touch can make life difficult. It's made even more challenging by the fact that you were born blind. When an alluring voice calls to you one night, you are unable to resist.

knock knock by simplycarryon (complete) (One-shot, angst) @playeronecontroller

Sans' POV. You like telling bad jokes to the door in the woods. One day, you hear a voice on the other side.

green beneath the rime by feralphoenix (complete) (One-shot, angst, character death) @dialoguelostloop

A short drabble told from Chara's POV. It shows their thoughts while they were going through with their plan to eat buttercups.

beep by feralphoenix (complete) (One-shot, fluff)

Chara discovers that Asriel has paw pads. Personal note: this is very cute. Tooth-rottingly cute. I loved it so much.

The Heroine Appears by rarmaster (rarsneezes) (complete) (One-shot, violence, character death) @rarmaster

In the middle of a Genocide Run, Undyne goes to confront the human so that she can stop them for good. However, she finds that whenever she kills the human, time rewinds to the start of the battle.

Guidance by subconforest (complete) (One-shot, angst, character death) @subconwell

During a Genocide Run, Sans goes to meet the human at the edge of Snowdin. When his brother doesn't come back, Papyrus realizes that he is the only one who can stop the human from getting to Asgore. He believes that everyone has some good in them, that they can change. But in some circumstances, some people deserve to be punished.

Together Forever by 43501 (complete) (One-shot, angst)

A story where some other monsters fell down and were sent to Alphys. In this, Catty and Bratty fell down and were revived. But it soon becomes clear that their revival has a side effect. At least they'll always be together.

Stranglehold by Slinky (Golbez) (complete) (One-shot, angst, character death) @leusignac

Set during a Genocide Run. As Frisk continues with their killing, they realize that they're not alone. And they slowly come to realize that they were never really in control in the first place.

and a cruel wind's blowing cold by Slinky (Golbez) (complete) (One-shot, angst)

Told from Gaster's POV and takes place during the war with the humans. The humans are attacking and with there not being any more time, Gaster finishes the machine he's working on. He doesn't know whether it will work. But he has to try something. So he places his nephews, Sans and Papyrus, inside and sends them to the future in a desperate bid to save their lives.

Your Honey-Sweet Soul by Slinky (Golbez) (complete) (One-shot, angst, character death)

The years have passed and an elderly Frisk has one last thing to do before they pass away. They want to give their soul to Flowey.

Protection Has its Price by Zodiac (complete) (One-shot, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, character death) @hippestglitch

When Papyrus' plan to help the human get back on the right track starts to fail, Sans steps in and fights them instead. The problem is that Papyrus didn't know that Sans had powers like this.

A Shield Against the Dark by FantasiaWandering (complete) (One-shot, fluff) @fantasiawandering

It's been ten years since the barrier fell and you are now the ambassador for monsters. Sans comes to see you after you get back from the embassy for the day in search of some answers. He wants to know why you really climbed the mountain all those years ago. Personal note: this is one of the cutest, fluffiest things I've ever read. It left such a warm feeling inside. I beg you guys to read it, you won't regret it.

Hushabye by FantasiaWandering (complete) (One-shot, fluff)

Sans has always found a way to be by your side in order to keep you safe. One day, the embassy finds a way to send him away. Luckily, you found a way to get your skeleton big brother back by your side.

To Heir is Human by FantasiaWandering (complete) (Two-shot, fluff, hurt/comfort)

It's been two years since the barrier fell and the monsters are reminded that the child that saved them is, well, still just a human child. And while you are recovering from the fever you have succumbed to, it becomes clear that there are others who need to heal.

repetition by kistellation (complete) (One-shot, angst, character death)

Sans only realizes that time is repeating itself when he opens his journal and finds an entry already written for that day. So he decides to keep track of it.

under, over by whittler_of_words (complete) (One-shot) @truereset

After breaking the barrier, Frisk decides to go back Underground. There's still one monster who hasn't come to the surface and they are determined to give them a happy ending too.

Temporary Starlight by WinterSpades (complete) (One-shot, hurt/comfort) @proxi-centauri

Frisk breaking the barrier is the best thing that's ever happened. Sans loves seeing his friends and his brother find new things to get excited about. More than anything, Sans loves the sky. The warmth of the sun, the beauty of the stars. This was how things should be. Personal Note: The ending to this punched me in the gut and it was done so well ;_;

Night Terrors by tsukithewolf (complete) (One-shot, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort)

After reaching the Surface, Frisk keeps having nightmares. So Sans lets them borrow his jacket to help them sleep.

Gestures by lvcoloredmagic (complete) (One-shot)

Even after surfacing, you still feel like something isn't quite right. So you spend time visiting Flowey in the Underground and keep him company. It's not fair that he's all alone. You want to show him that there's a way he can be Asriel again.

The Ultimate Sacrifice by eikuuhyo (complete) (One-shot, angst, hurt/comfort, character death, mind the tags)

What if there was an option to give Asgore your soul at the end of the game? In this one-shot, that is explored and you (Frisk) offer to give your soul so that the monsters can go free.

at rest by Senatsu (complete) (One-shot, angst, character death)

As the end of their life approaches, Frisk is surrounded by their loved ones and is able to say goodbye to them one by one.

waterproof by seventhswan (complete) (One-shot)

There are many moments that Undyne experiences in her lifetime before she finds the place where she belongs.

Cherish Harder by CatKing_CatKin (complete) (One-shot, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort) @pangurbanthewhite

Undyne knows that Papyrus is strong, but at the end of the day, she knows he wouldn't stand a chance against a human with killing intent. Undyne believes that the skeleton doesn't belong in the Royal Guard. So she makes the difficult decision to end his training.

Everyone Can Change by UzbekistanRules (complete) (One-shot, fluff, violence)

Underfell AU. It's been a long journey, but now Frisk and Flowey have one more battle before they face King Asgore. Sans.

A Bad Time by RisingSmoke (complete) (Two-shot, hurt/comfort)

When Sans finds out that Frisk is getting bullied in school, he decides that he needs to step in. He wants to give these bullies a bad time.

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Sixteen | Dummy! (Part 2 of 3)

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When you're done freshening up, dinner's already underway. The scent of vegetables and broth hits your nose, and the cold temperature left behind by the storm brings forth an additional hint as to what the monster's cooking up for dinner. You try to stay soundless as you sneak off to the kitchen and stand behind him, looking over his shoulder when you make it there.

"I can tell you're here, pal," Sans says, chuckling. 

He turns to you with a spoon held out in his hand. There's a sample of soup on it, waiting to be tested. The scent reminds you of having missed lunch break due to the stormy weather, with the hours it lasted bringing forth your boss's decision to call the rest of your shift off. You were supposed to be at your last meeting by now, but the rain and wind had proven to be superior, canceling all plans. Less work meant less pay, though you try to refrain yourself from worrying too much about that right now. "Taste it." He offers it out to you, still waiting. You, on the other hand, take a while to do anything, overthinking the situation as you then debate on whether to grab the spoon or taste it right off his hand. The first option had the risk of you brushing hands with the monster and spilling the soup in the process, yet tasting it right off his hand was almost unthinkable to do. 

Another thought pops into your mind, and that's whether it was fine to trust the skeleton by tasting the food and giving him the benefit of the doubt about it not being tampered with. Though you knew him for a few months now, it's still impossible not to acknowledge a possibility like that one. If a man you'd known for so many years had ended up leaving you, only to make a scene like yesterday's when trying to get back with you, who's to say a stranger with customs far different from yours wouldn't do something similar -- or worse?

You remind yourself of your main and original task: confronting him and the rest of the monsters over the choices they made back at the Underground, regardless of how charming and kind they were being with you currently. Sans was no less of an exception. This wasn't only for Frisk's safety and their overall state of well-being, but for your reputation as their parent -- and for your peace of mind, too.

You figure you've taken too long based on how the skeleton backs the spoon away.

His grin widens, and he then sips the contents off the spoon, leaving it empty. "I promise it ain't poisoned." He gives his back to you as he goes to wash the spoon, offering it to you after it's been cleaned. "You can taste it now." Sans moves aside, creating space for you to step forward and scoop a bit of the soup still bubbling in the pot.

Just as you're about to eat it though, he says, "I'm not the best cook around, so go ahead and lemme know if it tastes funny." 

A smile forms on your face when you hear that, captivated by the idea of him having no clue how to begin cooking, and even more considering he was at your home instead of his. If it was often difficult for beginners to cook in the familiarity of their own home, you can't imagine how it must feel doing that at another person's place. For a moment, you wish you could've seen him in the process of cooking, an opportunity you'd lost while you went off to shower and change.

When you taste it, what's missing drops into your thoughts; years of having cooked at home reveal the capability of identifying that quickly. You consider the suggestion and confirm what the soup's lacking when you clean up the spoon and take a second sample off the pot. "It's good," you say, setting it aside. "Just needs a bit of salt and more time to stew. The rest is fine."

"Thanks," he replies, hands going back to his pockets. "Paps wants to improve his cooking, so I figured I've gotta better mine some more before I teach 'im anything."

Again, your mind finds itself in a conflict. While it's charmed by the thoughtfulness of that comment, it's also clouded by the morose reminder of why you'd asked him to stay for dinner in the first place. To distract yourself, you add the missing ingredient to the soup and walk with Sans to the couch while it finishes boiling.

It feels strange to sit so far apart from each other, but he doesn't close off the distance, nor do you.

You prop a leg over the other and rest a hand over your knee, bouncing the one on the floor when you lack anything more to say. Your thoughts scramble around as you try to find a way to make the situation less awkward. When you glance back at him, you see it's something he also seems to want to end; your gaze meets with his when you both decide to look at each other's side -- synchronizing.

He shifts closer and you do the same, continuing until your hands touch.

Almost immediately, you pull back, yet your gaze remains locked with his, eyes drifting down to his teeth. Even as he gets nearer, you stay put, lost in your thoughts and the risky scenario unfolding. Your brain and heart scream at you to stop; your body -- conversely -- refuses to move out of its current spot and rebels by inching closer to him, until you're near enough to catch the scent of the only soap brand you often bought for showering: soft-scented, cheap, and antibacterial. It's strange to catch that aroma from someone other than yourself. Frisk preferred using a different kind, making the situation much more intimate than you would like it to feel.

You grab his hand again as he leans into you, only stopping himself when your back presses against the armrest. Then, he pulls his hand back and uses both to hold your shoulders and corner you right into place. Height difference makes it so that his legs stay knelt on the couch while yours hang off it, these tucked aside as you focus on the matter at hand. He brings himself closer as he tries to level out your heights, grip on you staying. The sound of your heart and of the soup simmering by the kitchen are the only two other things to keep your mind occupied from what's happening; anticipation makes your breaths waver.

As if the situation couldn't get tense enough, the door of the living room opens and in barge two people, leaving you in an iced state. 

Rather than Frisk and Toriel, it's Frisk and Jerry who stand at the frame, one casting a look of betrayal at the monster while the other scrutinizes the scene. You try standing up, yet the monster's hands hold you back, body held up over yours -- still cornered. His face reveals nothing but conflict, an expression similar to your state of mind regarding how freely to act with him. 

Jerry leaves without a word and shuts the door too slow for it to even click. Frisk does the rest of the job for him by locking it, checking it again, and saying nothing themselves as they look at you in the eye and sign, "Can we talk later, ren?"

Still in a tough position, you nod once, lacking strength or words to say anything out loud. 

Sans doesn't move even as Frisk disappears into the hallway.

You see his irises falter when you look at him; his gaze isn't fully there. A few drops of sweat are present on his forehead, and you can feel his hands grow colder with each second. "...Are you okay, Sans?" you ask, voice faint. "I, um... I think the soup should be ready now."

You hope that's enough to snap him out of it, only to have that contradicted when his hold on you stays. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)," he mutters, huffing, "I failed you."

Sans moves back while you sit up straight; silence returns. He stands up and goes to turn off the stove, all done within more time than you would expect as he chooses to stay there a few more minutes, staring aimlessly at the kitchen's wares. You rest your hands on your knees, and you wait to see what he does next. There's not much you can do now that you were caught in a moment like that one, and there's no time to beat yourself up over it, either. All you can do's admit your blame where it best seemed fit, and that was in letting your inner voice act before you. You'd given it your strongest efforts to wait until your first year of college to date Jerry, only to then wait until you had a stabler job by your second semester to actually do anything more serious with him, and later waited six more years alone, watching as Frisk grew up in your care for most of the time, only to let your wants show through now of all times.

Excuse through excuse -- be it valid or not -- you'd restricted yourself at every moment you saw possible.

All that, and yet it still felt as if you hadn't done enough.

You wanted to be stronger. 

"Frisk told me 'bout your situation," Sans says, distracting you from your thoughts. "Not whatever happened with Jerry, but the way you see monsters, and well… me, in general." He turns away from the kitchen and sits back down on the couch, looking directly at you, though for wholly different reasons than earlier ago. His hand stays over yours, more comforting than sultry. Were you to know him for any longer, you would've assumed he's holding his soul on his sleeve, yet you remind yourself he's still a stranger. "Maybe this's my habits showin' up, but if I were to judge you based on what they told me, I'd say you're labeling yourself as the bad guy." His fingers intersect with yours, squeezing your palm. "Of all the things I've gotten to learn about you, this's one of the least you should be blamin' yourself for. If anything, you're not exactly the only one responsible for all that's been happenin' right now."

Your breaths grow tighter the longer you keep listening to him. Your heart's racing again, yet it's not the same as before. The monster lets your hand go, continuing with, "I can't tell you just how different we are from each other, and how much I wish I had a fraction the amount of willpower you and your kid have." He sighs; a hint of a smile shows despite the furrow in his gaze. "You've got some things right about me, and one of 'em's havin' chosen to act too late. Being unable to be there for those I care about, more specifically." His nose cavity flares as he lets out a stifled laugh, remorse showing in spite of his best efforts not to let that happen. "I hate who I used to be, and even now, I still feel like I could've done more. I wanna try harder, but I don't have a clue on where to start with that."

Sans tries to stand up, yet fails to. He heaves out a breath as he closes his eye sockets and surrenders himself back on the couch; he rests his elbow over the armrest and lets his chin rest on his hand. After that, he looks back to your side, an apologetic gaze showing as his grin widens and his crease deepens, the way his monster anatomy worked allowing him to further display similar movements to that of a human narrowing their gaze. "Keep taking credit where it's due, (Y/N). And when you've got somethin' you want to improve, try your best to overcome it." He pauses, and the crease in his gaze lessens as he casts a fonder look at you. "Not that you ain't tryin' already. But you're still takin' up too much of the blame, and not realizing when you can be free. It doesn't have to be with me -- or anybody else, for that matter -- but try to live life a lil' more. Don't just dwell on the past and restrain yourself from stuff you want to achieve for yourself. You should live for you, just as you're tryna live for others."

He closes his eye sockets and brings a hand to his face, rubbing his forehead until he lets out a hushed sigh. Then, he opens them and straightens up on his seat, hands resting on his lap. There's a brief pause, broken when he breathes in again, saying, "...So a skeleton and a single parent walk into a bar," he takes another stop, continuing with, "One bares their skin to the bartender, earnest down to the bone," his breath hitches, yet he composes himself quickly, "the other sits back, looks into the past, and then wonders why he's feelin' so lonely."

He huffs and ends it all with a chuckle and an attempt at covering his face away from your sight. You stop him with the brush of a hand, taking his cheekbone when he turns to you. His body's shaking and a few tears escape his sockets, these he tries to wipe with his free hand, only for you to hold him back by doing that yourself. Caught in the moment, you kiss one of them away, the expectance of a salty taste proven wrong as you receive a hint of sweetness instead -- reflecting the memory of your day with him at the pâtisserie. His shoulders shake as he chokes back a sob, breaking down. His hands grab your back, bringing you in for a hug as he seeks more comfort. In that embrace, you can feel how his rib cage rises and falls at quick intervals, slowing down when you hug him back and wait until he breaks it apart.

The wait's as long as you expect it for someone in his state; the weight of his breaths diminish as he calms down and lets you go.

"Sorry about that," he comments, chuckling. "Wasn't really myself for a moment there, huh?"

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okay im gonna just dump deltarune shower thoughts in here they are not very worked out and probably not exceedingly original or unique

so, with the assumption that kris sans soul is the knight (or at least that in some way their actions in the light world are reflected by the knight in the dark world wrt being responsible for the fountains), i think kris’ relationship with the player is a lot less adversarial than i think is generally assumed 

from the presence of the cage + stain in their bedroom before the player even shows up, i think its probably fair to say that Kris removing their soul is not something that only started once the player showed up, and is most likely something they do regularly - it seems like before the player showed up to take over kris had a really hard time relating to others, and its possible that removing their soul is reflective of them literally shutting off the parts of them that feel bad about that and soulless kris is basically them dissociating and going robot mode 

with the ch2 ending, it feels less to me like kris is removing the soul because they resent being controlled by the player/their soul, and more that they don’t want the player to see what they’re doing, not because it’s secret evil murder plans, but because they want to be essentially working behind the scenes to have the adventure continue, a positive for both kris and the player - kris gets help making friends, and the player gets a game to play! yes, them going out to slash the tires is creepy but ultimately i’d guess that it’s just them making sure that whatever the next chapter is will happen - they planned to make a dark world in their house that night, so hindering ways to leave will make it more likely people are around for that (esp if they might’ve figured that seeing it would cause toriel to keep susie over for the night.) 

in this way i also think the player is essentially an external force of will that manifests because kris wanted/needed it to - it just happens to be, assuming the literal player has played undertale, the same force that manifested to control frisk/chara. (which is ofc the case for literally any game, right. it’s just that ut/dr engage more directly with the player as an entity that characters can be aware of.) ofc there are issues with kris compartmentalizing/engaging with escapism/ceding control to an outside force in this way, which i think is reflected in the threat of the Roaring, w/ the escapism eclipsing reality to the point where they both become meaningless and isolating

i havent quite figured out how spamton stuff fits in w/ this perspective - he clearly makes reference to kris (or maybe the player??) being a heart on a chain, which doesnt really jive with the idea that kris is actually alright with this, and after his fight kris is clearly distressed when they yell your answer in the conversation with susie and ralsei however, spamton’s perspective is clearly pretty warped, so he might be projecting his own feelings onto kris, having recognized that they are both puppets but not that kris is a much more willing one and,, thinking about this more, kris is probably upset seeing what happened with spamton’s wires cut, seeing it as evidence that they’ll never be able to grow out of using the player’s control of them without falling back into the way their life was before, or worse

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The push prompted a series of sweeping apologies and broad action plans, shifting the goalposts for what would be expected of corporations in their relatively new status as “corporate citizens.”

Nearly a year later, many major corporations have assumed a similar posture following Chauvin’s conviction on murder charges, reminding the American public of their purported commitment to diversity, equity and inclusion. Amid mounting evidence that many police departments routinely display both implicit bias and outright racism, reports show that corporate America continues to pour millions of dollars into the police.

One way corporations funnel money into law enforcement is through police foundations. As nonprofits, police foundations allow police departments to raise unregulated slush funds from undisclosed sources, generally meaning corporations or private foundations associated with wealthy families or individuals. Police have historically used this money to expense weaponry and special equipment that is not covered by their municipal budgets.

“Police foundations are really good at hiding what they’re actually spending their money on,” Arisha Hatch, vice president of Color of Change, told Salon. “These foundations exist completely off the books.”

According to Nonprofit Quarterly, there are about 251 police foundations across the U.S. A report last year by the government watchdog LittleSis found that a whole host of well-known corporations have been intimately involved with police foundations throughout the nation.

One notable example is AT&T. Last year, Sludge found that AT&T was “an active donor” to the Seattle Police Foundation, which according to IRS filings amassed more than $1.5 million in contributions and grants in 2019 alone. Gothamist reported in 2019 that AT&T made an appearance as a “deep-pocketed donor” at the New York City Police Foundation, which collected $9.2 million in contributions and grants over the fiscal year ending in June 2019. Because these foundations are not subject to typical IRS disclosure laws, neither of them reported how that money were spent.

AT&T is also a “Platinum Partner” of the National Sheriffs’ Association, a pro-police lobbying group that fights to preserve the 1033 Military Surplus Program, a government-run initiative that distributes surplus military-grade weaponry and supplies to police departments throughout the nation. In order to become a Platinum Partner, a corporation must donate at least $15,000.

Asked about the company’s relationship with law enforcement, an AT&T spokesperson told Salon that the company supports “many civil rights organizations” and is “working with them to redefine the relationship between law enforcement and those they serve to advance equitable justice for all Americans.”

Kevin Walby, an associate professor in the Department of Criminal Justice at the University of Winnipeg, told Salon that any company that makes strong rhetorical commitments to racial equality should not donate to police foundations at all, saying that in doing so, “they are actually backstopping very racist policing practices.”

Target is another corporate giant with deep ties to the police. On Tuesday, Target CEO Brian Cornell postponed a speaking event in anticipation of Chauvin’s verdict, later telling his employees in an internal memo: “The murder of George Floyd last Memorial Day felt like a turning point for our country. The solidarity and stand against racism since then have been unlike anything I’ve experienced. Like outraged people everywhere, I had an overwhelming hope that today’s verdict would provide real accountability. Anything short of that would have shaken my faith that our country had truly turned a corner.”

One might assume such concern for racial justice would translate to the company’s spending habits. However, according to government watchdog LittleSis and Sludge, the Minnesota-based retail giant has donated to at least nine police foundations since 2015, including those in Atlanta, New York and Los Angeles. Back in 2014, Target quietly donated $200,000 to the Los Angeles Police Foundation so that its affiliate department could gain early access to surveillance software engineered by Palantir, a company accused of whitewashing systemic racism with its supposed data-driven solutions to policing. Target has also supplied thousands of dollars in grant money to various law enforcement agencies throughout the country. The company reported that by 2011, it had given “Public Safety Grants” to over 4,000 law enforcement agencies. In that same year alone, Target said it had distributed more than $3 million in grants to “law enforcement and emergency management organizations.”

A Target spokesperson declined to provide more recent figures on grant money. The company also declined to clarify whether its relationships with police foundations remain active, instead providing the following statement: “We also believe that team members and guests should feel safe in their engagements with law enforcement. We support holistic changes in policing that advance more equitable, community-centric policing that is grounded in innovative law enforcement reform best practices.”

Numerous tech giants, including Amazon, Google, Facebook and Microsoft, also support the police in ways outlined above. Amazon, for example, which claimed to “stand with [its] Black employees, customers, and partners” following Chauvin’s verdict, has supported the police in a variety of different ways. In 2019, the tech giant reportedly donated up to $9,999 to the Seattle Police Foundation. A company representative told Salon that the company has not donated to the Seattle Police Foundation within the last two years. Salon was unable to confirm this, since the foundation reportedly scrubbed all information pertaining to its corporate sponsors shortly after LittleSis released its report.

Additionally, Amazon board member Indra Nooyi serves as a trustee on the board of the New York City Police Foundation, according to digitally archived information on the foundation’s website from last year.

Meanwhile, AmazonSmile, the company’s charity initiative — which allows Amazon to donate 0.5% of proceeds from a sale to the buyer’s chosen charity — has helped pass along donations from customers to numerous police foundations, including those in Chicago, Los Angeles, Seattle and Cleveland. (This relationship has been publicly advertised via Twitter.)

A company representative said that Amazon defers to guidance from the U.S. Office of Foreign Assets Control and the Southern Poverty Law Center on what organizations meet AmazonSmile’s eligibility requirements. These requirements state that eligible organizations cannot “engage in, support, encourage, or promote … intolerance, discrimination or discriminatory practices based on race.” Just this year, however, the SPLC published a feature calling racial bias in policing a “national security threat.”

Neither the Seattle Police Foundation nor New York City Police Foundation responded to Salon’s request for comment.

Coffeehouse giant Starbucks has visibly attempted to go above and beyond in demonstrating its commitment to racial justice. Last year, at the height of the racial unrest following George Floyd’s death, the coffee chain said it would distribute 250,000 shirts bearing the “Black Lives Matter” slogan to employees, flouting its existing ban on any apparel that “advocate for a political, religious or personal issue,” according to the Wall Street Journal. Just this year, Starbucks invested $100 million in “small business growth and community development projects in BIPOC neighborhoods.”

Following the Chauvin verdict, Starbucks the company released a statement from CEO Kevin Johnson, which read in part:

Today’s jury verdict in the murder trial of ex-police officer Derek Chauvin will not soothe the intense grief, fatigue and frustration so many of our Black and African American partners are feeling. Let me say clearly to you: We see you. We hear you. And you are not alone. Your Starbucks family hurts with you … We will be here for our partners in the Twin Cities and for each and every BIPOC Starbucks partner as we try to understand the systemic wrongs that lead to inequality.

One might argue these “systemic wrongs” have been exhibited by the Seattle Police Department. In a 2019 “Use of Force” report released by the Seattle Police, the department revealed that it used force against Black residents at a disproportionately higher rate than white residents. According to the report, more than 31 percent of cases of police force used against males involved Black males, even though they make up around 7 percent of the city’s population. A subsequent “Disparity Review” that year found that residents of color were frisked at higher rates than white residents, even though white people were statistically more likely to be carrying a weapon, and that Seattle officers drew their guns in encounters with residents of color at a higher rate than with white residents.

In that same year, Starbucks donated two grants totaling $15,000 to promote “implicit bias training” within the Seattle police and help the department host its “2019 banquet gala,” a spokesperson told Salon. The company also “contributed $25,000 to the New York City Police Foundation to help provide protective equipment such as masks, gloves and hand sanitizer, and coordinated the delivery of meals to precincts.” The representative did not say whether there were any accountability mechanisms in place to ensure the money was used appropriately, but did note that the company does “not currently have any funding with the Seattle Police Foundation.”

When corporations like Target and Starbucks give money to police foundations, it not only presents an ideological contradiction; it also presents a conflict of interest within the department itself, noted Walby, of the University of Winnipeg. “We only hear about donations” to police “when corporations want to celebrate them,” he said. “They want that halo effect. However, there are lots of instances in which the transfers and purchases aren’t made public. It’s an even bigger problem if they’re spending it on money that pertains to the corporation.”

In 2014, for instance, the Los Angeles Daily News reported that the Los Angeles Police Foundation received $84,000 in donations from stun-gun maker TASER International (now known as Axon) prior to TASER’s contract with the LAPD. In another case, Motorola, a donor to the New York Police Foundation, was later awarded several NYPD contracts, as reported by Politico in 2017. “There’s a real potential for private influence in public policing through police foundations,” Walby said. “It’s appropriate to call this money dark money. Because we can’t really see this money going in. We can’t really see this money going out.”

As the negative impact of police violence and criminalization becomes increasingly apparent in communities of color, Walby and Hatch argued, continuing to donate to police undermines corporations’ claims to awakened social consciousness. “Police departments across this country have plenty of money,” Hatch said. “They are well-resourced in a way that undermines other programs that could lead to safer and healthier communities.”

“Any money for police reform just enhances the power base of police as an institution,” Walby said. “The institution can’t change conduct that is institutionalized. The funds should be given directly to community and social development groups, groups that actually have a chance of creating something like equality in our world.”

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter 11: Discharge Plan

Characters: Captain Syverson x OFC (Shane Dawson)

Summary: The highs of Shane and Sy’s first weekend as a couple are followed up by some big news from Sy, leading to our couple’s first fight.

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Word Count: 2.7

Warnings:  Language, mature themes, smut, sort of unprotected sex, rough-ish sex, angst, alcohol consumption,

Author’s Note: First off, I wanna talk about the word “victuals.” I’ve loved this word for a long time, even though it makes no sense, phonetically as it actually rhymes with the “fiddles” or “riddles.”(It’s true, look it up!) It’s very pastoral and somewhat archaic, so you don’t hear it too much anymore in current writing about the present, but I just felt like Sy would say it. Secondly, it was really hard for me to put my darlings through the argument in this chapter. I want them to have only happy times…but that provides no tension or motivation for story development…and I want to keep writing them more than I want them to be happy… I guess I finally understand why authors torture their characters! Lol! It might take a bit of time for me to sort out what their relationship looks like adding the distance factor, but I have some ideas that might work. Also, it might be an opportunity to do a bit more of Sy’s perspective, which I thoroughly enjoy, and may go back and fill in some blanks for him in between chapters I’ve already done. I hope you all enjoy this installment of the Treatment of Captain Syverson! Feedback in any form is always appreciated!

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The rest of the weekend was spent in blissful relaxation. Sy went to his place to feed Aika and bring her over at Shane's insistence. The dog had been slightly standoffish with her, but Sy assured her that it was in her nature to be aloof, and that she needed to be engaged or instructed to behave more doglike.

"It's her training. She's still a soldier. It's hard for us to shake those habits. Like me calling you 'ma'am' at first."

"She's another die hard. I respect that." she chuckled, scratching Aika behind her perked ears, and eliciting pants of contentment from her.

Sy's skills with a spatula were unmatched. That was to say, he made the best pancakes she'd ever had. They almost didn't need syrup…almost. They ordered an obscene amount of Chinese takeout which lasted them about three meals each. Sunday evening, though, which had a gloom to it no matter the circumstances, required some comfort food. They agreed on pasta, so Shane made up some of her famous alfredo sauce and probably twice the recommended portion of pasta for two humans to consume. There were no leftovers. Sy had three helpings, himself. Three heaping bowls of it. Shane couldn't handle more than one and a half servings, even though she wanted to gorge herself. She knew too much would make her ill.

When they weren't eating, the were cuddling on the couch, or in Shane's bed. They watched more Parks and Rec, and a few other films and shows that Sy requested, just to break things up. Their bodies were constantly wrapped in each other, leading to frequent bouts of making out, fooling around, and sex in almost every room of the house.

Her favorite had been the shower. She insisted on getting cleaned up, but Sy had objections.

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"I'll be less than ten minutes, come on, I reek! You can't wanna kiss me when I smell like this!" she said, trying to shut the bathroom door on the human mack truck before her. Broad and formidable.

"You smell like sex, and…me, darlin. I've never wanted to kiss you more," he said, backing her up toward the shower doors. "but I guess if you must. Lemme help, though." he pulled open the glass door, forcing her into his captivating kiss, and maneuvering her backward into the walk-in, stone tile shower. He pulled off her tank top, capturing her breasts in his hands and mouth for a moment before kneeling to remove her shorts and kiss her thighs. He pulled himself away too quickly and started the water flowing.

"Sy, you're fully dressed!" he was barefoot, but otherwise, in jeans and her favorite of his tees. The letters DILLIGAF across a skull, black on red. She always laughed on the inside when she saw it. Because although Sy often had to put on a calloused and brusque act when he'd been an officer in the Army, he was terribly soft and sweet when the occasion called for it. The irony being that although he didn't look like he gave a fuck, he actually did.

"I've got more clothes in the truck and you've got a dryer." he maneuvered her under the pulsing stream of the showerhead. "Gotta get you wet." he let the water run through her hair as he reached for her shampoo, a coconutty concoction that reminded her of summer, squeezed a bit into his hand, and lathered it up. He worked the suds into her wet hair gently, raking his nails across her scalp in a way that excited and ignited every atom in her. She sighed at his touch which made him groan with need.

He tilted her head back to rinse the lather out and reached for the conditioner. He was a bit more generous with it than strictly necessary, but she didn't protest. He pulled her hair forward in two sections, one over each shoulder and worked the emollient into the strands. His hands slick from the product, he ran them over her breasts and her abdomen and hips…between her legs. There her own arousal was primed to combine with the tropical unction. She gasped as he worked his fingers over her, slow at first, but speeding up, only to slow again. When she finally whimpered in frustration, he undid his jeans, and backed her up to the stony grey wall, not giving a fuck, as his shirt had suggested, that he and his clothes were getting soaked. His only care now apparently, was to satisfy the simpering cries of "yes, please." from Shane.

His first few thrusts were slow and measured, knowing that she was still adjusting to his size. But it didn't take long for him to lose control. She wasn't sure what was making him like this, but she was not complaining in the least. The texture of his jeans on her bare, wet thighs was a sensation she wouldn't soon forget. She gripped at him, holding onto his shirt for dear life as her climax built to impossible heights.

She was loving the way he lost himself in the ferocity of the act. And his release led to hers immediately. She wrapped herself around him in blissful embrace, and whispered his name as a prayer.

"Sorry, darlin,' I meant to…"

"It's okay. I'm on the pill and I'm not at a particularly dangerous time in my cycle."

He kissed her tenderly and reached for her bath puff and some body wash. "Well, let’s get ya cleaned up."

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The only good part about Monday was that she'd be treating him. Although, he was scheduled in the afternoon. Her morning would drag on eternal.

He greeted her with a typical "hey, susnshine" and she led him into the gym, feeling his gaze on her ass, wanting, even though they'd just left each other quite satisfied that morning. He was freshly showered, beard well groomed, and his hair growing back in very nicely. He'd asked her weeks ago whether he should keep the buzzed look or not, and she had been entirely for growing it out. She wanted something to run her hands through. She'd be fine if it was at least shoulder length, but she wouldn't push that on him.

They did their normal warm up on the bikes, followed by some plyometric drills, which made him scowl at her in a way that lit her up like a firecracker. But the fact that he was able to jump up onto the box was encouraging. He couldn't have done that a month ago. He was progressing so well and was so close to his long term goals and discharge. It almost made Shane sad. It wasn't as though they wouldn't see each other, but having him break up the insanity of her day three times a week for just an hour was invaluable.

As they were doing their usual end of the session stretch in her treatment room, and she noted the improved range of motion he was getting, he broke the amiable silence with a question.

"Hey, can I bring a pizza or somethin' over for dinner tonight after you get off?"

"Sure!" she could tell there was something he wanted to say, but was holding back. She prodded. "Everything okay? You've been a bit…off today."

"I'm good. Just a little distracted." he deflected by touching her hip, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. She swatted him away.

"Not here, Sy."

"But that makes it fun!" he pouted.

"No, that really could get me fired! Getting frisky on company time!"

"Mmmm, I'd love to frisk you right now." he reached between their legs to try and grab her again, but she thwarted him and pinned his wrists at his ears.

"Cool it, cowboy, or your last two sessions are gonna make you wish you'd never met me." she threatened.

"Ain't nothin', nothin' on God's good green earth could make me wish that, sunshine." His stunning blue eyes softened her resolve and she let go, continuing to stretch him.

"Still…cool it." she grinned.

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She'd just had time to change into some comfy clothes, wash her face, and put her hair up when her doorbell rang.

Sy stood smiling under the porch light, a modern white knight, carrying a large pizza from Pizza Hut and a six pack of Miller High Life.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes! And it's nice to see you too, Sy!" she laughed, teasing him.

"Should I leave the victuals and go?" he asked, mock concern on his sarcastic brow.

"Get in here, soldier."

She got out napkins and paper plates because as horrible as it sounded, she just couldn't think about doing dishes tonight. She was even glad Sy had brought drinks in disposable or recyclable containers, and not wine, which she tended to prefer. She was exhausted, but not upset, which made the silence they ate in bearable. Sy still seemed to have something on his mind, though.

"Did you have something you wanted to talk about tonight, Sy?"

"Kinda, yeah, uh…it's kind of a big thing for me, and I know this is new, what we have, but…well, I'll just tell ya."

"Go on." she encouraged, worried.

"I…I talked to my old CO about jobs in the private sector. He referred me to a company that…well it's sort of an employment agency for vets. Mostly security for private companies and individuals. I had a phone interview with them this past Tuesday. I just got a call this morning that they want to meet me in person to finalize everything. Mostly a formality. When I go for that, I'll also have to stay there a couple of weeks to a month for training."

"Where is this…gig?" She said, flat affect hiding the feelings brewing under her skin.

"The offices are in Charlottesville…Virginia. And there may be some cross country training there in Shenandoah National Park."

"Cross country…by that do you mean survival training?" She was still cool, but getting more livid.

"You could call it that, I guess. But it won't be a challenge for me. I'm more worried about the technical stuff." His bravado and flippancy about the whole endeavor was enraging her. The thought that he'd be in the wilderness alone, was only a fraction of the big picture. He was going away for a month? And he had known about the job for a week now. A week in which so much about their relationship had changed, and shifted. How could he think she'd just accept this without a bit of raging.

"You waited until after we slept together to tell me this. You did it on purpose, Sy." that was the biggest problem, she thought. The fact that he seemed to be hiding it from her. It brought back old trauma that she thought he'd never have subjected her to.

"Yes and no, Shane. I wasn't intentionally keeping anything from you, I just didn't wanna bring it up until somebody bit."

"You wanted to keep me in the dark about something you were excited about? How do you think that makes me feel?"

"I didn't wanna get your hopes up or mine. Honestly."

"Saying 'honestly' doesn't make it honest, Sy. I've told you about everything that Elliott put me through. The lies. The secrets. This puts a bad taste in my mouth. You have to see that. Can't you?"

"Oh, sunshine, I--"

"No, please. Do not do that right now. Don't call me sunshine when all I can see is the night."

"I'm so sorry. My intention was not to make you feel in any way like that asshole ever did. Please hear me when I say that. I want to be the opposite of him in your mind in every way, darlin.' Please believe that."

There was so much sincerity in his voice, now nearing tearfulness that she felt he must be telling her the truth. She nodded. But was still apprehensive about the nature of the job and the training.

"But…what if you get hurt again?"

"I won't. You've all but fixed me, Shane. I'm stronger than ever."

"Can't you just…find a safe job? Here?" She was being selfish. She couldn't help it. Even though she knew she might regret it.

"Sit at a desk, ya mean? Deliver pizzas?" he indicated the box between them on the table. "Call people and ask them if they're happy with their cable services, Shane? Is that all I'm good for now?" he was angry.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"No, of course not. You're a PT. That's what you were meant to do, right? Well, imagine if you couldn't do that no more. Something or another, an injury, perhaps, or just plain ol' shitty situation, left you in a position where you couldn't go back. Couldn't do your dream job. Couldn't fulfill your purpose." he spat. "Wouldn't you do anything you could to be some shadow of what you were meant to be?"

She couldn't speak. Because he was right in so many ways.

"Because right now, I'm nothin'. I'm not doin' anyone any good. I'm a drain on my country, the one I swore to protect with my very life. It's like I've broken an oath. And it's fractured my soul."

"I see that. I truly do. But I need you here. You do ME good, Sy. I'm already half dreading d/c'ing you. I don't wanna have to say a goodbye, too." it was her truth. But it hit him very much sideways.

"So…what is it, Shane? You only want me when I'm broken? You only want me so you can fix me?"

"No, of course not! That's not what--"

"Am I a charity case to ya now? Is that why ya finally gave in and let me in your bed?"

"Sy, no!" she was crying now. It had hurt so much to think that he could have gotten that from what she'd said.

"I think if you can have feelings hurt about this situation then so can I."

He stood to leave, but she caught him by the wrist.

"Shane…you know I would never, ever harm you. But please… don't test my limits. Let… go." She did.

She was still quite a bit faster than him, so she ran ahead and blocked the door.

"Move." he insisted. She didn't.

"Hear me out, and then I'll let you go."

He crossed his arms and nodded, his gaze still one of cold steel.

"Sy, I didn't mean to make this job that you're clearly excited for into a source of anguish or to make it about me. I'm thrilled that you're going to get to do something you want in another field. I really am. I just…being with you has made me realize how good life can really be. And even if you'd told me before we slept together, I would have said the same thing. It was selfish of me to haul my baggage into the conversation when you aren't, have never been, and could never be Elliot. His best couldn't compare with your worst. And I will do my best in the future to think about who you are before I complain about the work you find to do."

"It's like I said about Aika before. She's a soldier. Hard trained. And so am I. It took a lot of hard work for me to get where I am, so much that it fundamentally altered who I am as a person. Now, in my opinion, those changes were for the better. I was kind of a shit before I became a soldier, thought the sun rose and set with me. I got some perspective and met some good people…lost some, too. Saw some shit I can't unsee. Some of it haunts me to this day, and I figure it always will. But I reckon if I can keep fighting the fight somehow. Keep protecting people in whatever way I can, my training and experience won't be a total waste."

"I understand and respect that, Sy. And I will back you in any way I can. I'll water your plants, I'll keep Aika whenever you're gone, I'm here for you."

"Oh, shit! I wasn't even thinking about having to leave my dog behind! Maybe this WON'T work!" he chuckled.

"Second fiddle to another woman already. I knew you were gonna break my heart, Captain Logan Syverson."

"Never intentionally, sunshine." he hugged her, tight, and with his whole body. Their argument in the past and their future an exciting mystery. Shane had never felt so safe and loved.

Up Next: Chapter 12: Final Home Exercise Program

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Unmeta

You know what’s ridiculous? This post was originally supposed to be an essay, an entire thesis backed with unshakable logic that I wanted to become my magnum opus. But as it turns out, I’m pretty terrible at doing that sort of thing. The first day I’m full of enthusiasm, while the next day I reread what I wrote and I delete it all again. It’s terrible.

For this reason, I’ve decided to just start with the opinion part. Instead of laying out the facts and easing the reader into it, I’ll just blurt everything out in one go. Instead of neatly organizing everything, I’ll write my thoughts as they come to me.

(Update for 2/Oct/2021: I no longer remember when I made the first draft of this post. Maybe it was in 2018, maybe even as early as 2017. Who knows. This post existed in my drafts since forever. It is time to finally publish it. It contains very little information, very little evidence for anything or logic or facts, it’s just a one big opinion piece that I began writing years ago out of frustration. Frustration not aimed at the game itself, nor at Toby or anyone else, but at my inability to decouple the “meta” from Undertale and thus causing me to disassociate from the characters that I loved, when I didn’t plan to do so. All I ever wanted is to make sense of the Undertale world, instead of giving its inhabitants a meta-existential dread. In a nutshell, for the Undertale world to be self-contained, the 4th wall must stay intact, and the mechanics of the UT world mustn’t resemble a video game. That’s basically the gist of this post. Proceed with reading.)

You know Undertale meta? All the 4th wall breaking stuff and whatnot? The stuff that makes the game so awesome?

What about it you say?

It’s not real. I don’t think it is. It cannot be.

Tell me, has Undertale personally impacted you? Was it more than just a game to you? I know for a fact that for many people, it was much more than that. So tell me, is it fine by you that despite presenting itself in this way to us, it still sort of cops out of this at the very end? (By which I mean, when we learn that we aren’t Frisk. That we’re just someone controlling them.)

Some say that this cop-out, this act of “disassociation”, is necessary for our psychological journey to end. And I agree. We cannot dwell on this forever, else we lose our minds. But what I meant is something much more... materialistic.

Let’s take Oneshot, a game that’s arguably even more meta than Undertale. Oneshot embraces the 4th wall. It labels us a god. It portrays the game itself as an in-game machine. And yet, it feels real. Despite all this ridiculousness, the story feels real and possible. Kind of like The Matrix. Perhaps think of everyone in Oneshot except for the main character as a Matrix program, while Niko is the only user hooked up to it. It still feels real, because Niko is real, because there exists a real world they can to return to.

But Undertale floats somewhere between being real and being a fairy tale, a mere bedtime story. The reason is its lax handling of the 4th wall. Say, if Undertale were to be considered a “real” possibility, as in, entirely fictional, but still believable, kinda like The Matrix, kinda like any science fiction, or just fiction in general, what would it be like?

I’ll tell you, everything would have to be real, everything would have to look exactly how we see it. There’d need to be turns, there’d need to be save files, there’d need to be so many bizarre things, it probably wouldn’t take long before the NPCs themselves realized their own nonexistence, probably around the time they developed computers and video games. It’d be so similar, they’d have to be either stupid or under some kind of spell to not realize that their entire world is just one giant video game. Especially Flowey. Some say that he has already realized this, as his dialogue hints towards this. Which puts a super unfortunate spin on his condition. Furthermore, the entire game could be described through its Game Maker code. No need for laws of physics, just observe the if-else statements!

It would also mean that Frisk is controlled by a third unknown entity. If we were to take everything we do to Frisk at face value, it must all be them. Except... after a true reset, everything gets reset, even things about Frisk, such as them expecting the whoopee cushion prank. So... Frisk isn’t in control. But Chara isn’t either. Take for example the final fight against Asriel. Chara appeared pretty enthusiastic during it. What if someone were to reset the timeline during the fight? Either it wasn’t them who did so, or they were just pretending to be entertained, or perhaps they aren’t the narrator in the first place even.

No matter what, there will always be an instance where Frisk forgets, and where Chara doesn’t do something when they could have. Once you mess with the game enough, their personalities stop making sense.

This gradual breakdown of the narrative as I keep attacking the logic of it from every direction imaginable is a symptom of something far bigger. The fact that unlike The Matrix or Oneshot, there is no “real world” in this game. The virtual part of it is what the game is trying to make us focus on. It’s all there is. There is not even a hint of “another” world in the game, a world that wouldn’t be governed by these terrible rules. And even if there was one, even if you consider what Sans said to be that world, even if you considered Deltarune to be that world, there is still no guarantee that everything will be okay. What if the characters - your friends, aren’t real in this actual real world, what if they’re all just computer simulations? There’d have to be an entire population hooked up to a virtual reality for everyone to be “safe” as I’m putting it in this hypothetical real world, which sounds not only ridiculous, but like a direct ripoff of The Matrix.

The game has made Frisk the main character. Why, when making Sans the main one, the one who at least has a possibility of coming from a “real” real world, would be far more logical?

Because it lacks logic. Undertale is an experiment. Toby Fox is not a genius. He was just messing around, he didn’t think of literally every tiny little logical detail (contrary to what some individuals would like to think), he just explained enough for most of the story to make sense. But, no matter how you spin it, this fundamental flaw will always be there. The story tries to merge you and the protagonist, before disassociating you from them. Even if you always were disassociated from them, how can the in-game world be real, when other aspects of your reality weren’t disassociated yet? Where’s the disassociation for battles and turns, for save files and time travel, for stats and everything? How can Undertale claim to be complete, when it isn’t? ... Perhaps because it is not claiming to be. It’s an experiment after all. And I don’t mean “incomplete” as in a single update / new game can fix it. I mean the premise itself is already broken from the start. And while there are many fictional worlds which function on a similar level of meta, Undertale is the only one that appears to irk me mad. I don’t know why. Maybe I love the characters. Maybe I love them very much. Maybe I love them so much, that I wanna write a fan fiction about them. And maybe, just maybe, this tiny little issue is making this dream of mine impossible. Undertale is a story conveyed through game mechanics. Choosing any other medium breaks everything down and the author needs to invent their own rules. There’s simply no way around it. Unless someone has the balls to program a fan game of their own, there’s just no way to resolve this without adjusting the canon a little bit, to make it “a little bit more sensible” as some would put it. Just a small nudge, a lil’ nudgie wudgie to the canon mechanics AAAAAND we’re in fanon territory. Excellent, better go all out.

Here’s my head canon, my little “adjustment” of the canon rules. Thanks to it, I can once again think about Undertale as a real world, I no longer need to philosophize over the meta like I did above, I can all put it past me:

Saving, loading, resetting? Regular sci-fi time travel.

The save file? The parameters of the time machine.

LV and EXP? Another set of properties of the machine, though it could be properties of the soul too. I’m undecided on that note. But either works, that’s what’s important.

Chara destroying the world through LV? No, screw that, Chara merely tuned Frisk out. And the black void was the inside of their mind as Chara denied them access to their own body.

The intro? Literally never happened, no one “saw” it. (The past was still real. It’s just the intro that never existed.) The outro? Literally never physically occurred, Frisk wasn’t “stuck” on the ending credits, unable to go further, fuck that.

Flowey? No screw everything meta about Flowey, there exists a perfectly logical explanation to everything he says, and if not, such as in the genocide run with him hinting towards people watching but not acting... he never said that in the first place!

Same with turns, the battles don’t actually look that way, there are no turns, what Sans perceives and abuses as such is just an illusion, the actual battle against Sans is absolutely fluid. And him pausing at the end and not letting us go is him keeping his guard up, until falling asleep and giving us an opportunity to sneak near him and strike. We don’t need turns to explain it. And what he said about turns... just ignore it! Ignore everything that directly proves me wrong! Because resolving that fucking conundrum IS more important than being logically consistent, and you can’t change my mind on that. Screw logic when the foundation of the entire fandom, of every UT-related fiction, is at stake here.

And I shall call this philosophy... the Unmeta. Because it attempts to undo the meta. Hence, “unmeta” for short.

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'Western Brick in the Wall : Part 1' : New chapter for "Always for the greater cause..." is out !

Chapter Summary: The first real mission for Stitch's team can finally begin: infiltrating West-Berlin and track down two enemy agents who got their hands on important documents...

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23rd February 1981

Yirina 'Bell' Grigoriev, Ex-KGB, Perseus

In the U-Bahn under East-Berlin, Line 6, in the direction of West-Berlin

I thought that we were going to enter West-Berlin by normal means through one of the few checkpoints with fake identity papers for the mission but instead, we had to use the U-Bahn system of the city to actually make our move, something that Stitch has planned for us, knowing that it would be safer for us. After hours of preparation and when the evening came to set down on the city, it was time for us to get out of the safe house to join the U-Bahn.

When we arrived in one of the East-Berlinese U-Bahn stations, the whole team directly installed itself right in the last wagon of the metro that we took, getting ourselves prepared discreetly as they were still a few people in the wagon, descending from time to time to the stations on Line 6. I was installed near the door leading to the second-to-last wagon, Knight was near me, Bellamy was in the middle, standing up as he got to cede his seat to an old woman as Stitch & Wraith were hidden at the end of the wagon.

"For fuck sake, I really had to cede my seat," Bellamy sighed as the last person that wasn't part of the team left the wagon, leaving the full team inside of it. "And to an old woman, come on," He added, wanting to take his seat back but he didn't do it despite the urge on his face.

"At least, you were generous," Knight scoffed, going up from his seat to lock the doors that were leading to the other wagon.

"Oh, just fuck you, Knight," Bellamy cursed loudly, pointing his hand towards Knight that was having his back turned around to lock the door, making me rise from my seat in case.

"Are you two going to stop this or not?" Wraith said from across the wagon, freeing her seat to join the middle near Bellamy. "You two are still acting like fucking children, behave yourself, we've got a job to do!" She clarified as I was staying near Knight, my hand towards his chest, gesturing to not move before shaking my head.

"Yes, that's the thing now," I joined up Wraith on this point, focusing on Bellamy as he was the one starting it. "We're on a mission,"

"Bell is right, I don't want anything from you two over the comms, arguing, understood?" Stitch spoke up, walking towards us from his seat and the two nodded in approval, realizing the situation...for good, I hope. "Are earsets good?" He asked, making everyone check-up the little earset hidden in our ear, me tapping it gently in my right ear.

"I'm good," I replied to him.

"Same for me," Wraith told him as Knight & Bellamy only gestured with a thumb up.

"Okay, knight, light out," Stitch ordered, making a sign to Knight who directly moved towards the control panel of the wagon, shutting down the lights of the wagon, plunging it in darkness. "Wraith, do you have everything good?" He demanded and she nodded. "Everyone remembers their roles tonight?" Everyone nodded to him.

"And if something changes?" Bellamy questioned him, peaking his eyes outside the wagon. the lights of the tunnel and the passing of the other trains lighting up a bit in here.

"Then, we get along with it," I responded to him clearly, Stitch looking at me with a little smile before Wraith looked up.

"We should be in a few seconds in West-Berlin," She guessed as I have remembered to have view the U-Bahn map after our discussion for a long time to prepare exactly & precisely the mission...a true pro...

"Good," Stitch breathed before he starts to walk slowly towards the back door of the wagon, gesturing with his hands to me to follow him. "I & Bell are jumping first to observe the moves of Katinka, Wraith & Knight, you're taking shelter to the store in front of Katinka's hideout and Bellamy, you're assuring the extraction," He reminded everyone before he opens the door with his hands, the noise of the train been heard louder than before as he knelt on one knee. "You're ready, Bell?"

"Of course," I said, nodding at him.

"Let's go then," He told me, tapping the back of my shoulder gently before he jumped first from the train.

I took a deep breath before I jump off the train too, landing on the rails of the tunnel...and almost fall because my feet tapped against one of the wooden planks on the ground, feeling so ridiculous as Stitch was looking at me and it was unsure if he was laughing or not on his face even if he was without a mask. The only thing he did was shake his head, his eyes rolling up.

"Here's the ghost station, it's our entrance to the West," Stitch exclaimed, taking out a silenced pistol as we were walking on the rails discreetly.

"Sure that it's safe?" I asked, staying behind him as he was the one leading the way to me.

"The HVA was using this ghost station to slip some of their agents in West Berlin, abandoned by them a year ago and even the Americans didn't spot it," He replied, reassuring me as we entered a little maintenance room to join the bay of the station, finding actually no one that could disturb us in our moves, not even on the other bay as the train was covering us in case. "There should be a ladder inside," He pointed out towards another locked door that he opened easily.

"I'm climbing first," I volunteered myself as there was a black ladder at the end of the room and Stitch nodded, approving my choice.

I put down my gun for the moment as I put my hands on the ladder to climb up slowly to reach the surface and when I was going to arrive near the trap of the surface, I was able to hear what was the weather outside: all rainy, hearing the sounds of the drops falling on the manhole...the same time we're been having for days now and West-Berlin has to have it too...things are never changing here.

It's with a sigh that I opened the manhole from the inside, getting greeted by the heavy drop of rain on my face, causing me to put on the hood of my blue sweater before actually got up back on my feet, finally breathing some fresh air from the outside...feeling so good but also good enough to catch a cold. I took a breath before turning around to help Stitch that was going up from the ladder, offering my hand to help him.

"Thanks, Bell," He said, taking my hand in his, helping him to get on the surface before passing his hands on his pants, cleaning up some dust on it. "Welcome to West-Berlin," He scoffed, closing the manhole behind him once he was done.

"Not changing from the East for the moment," I stated as I was looking around, we were in a small alley that was surely near the Berlin Wall, finding it in the same state that was around the safe house.

"The Germans..." Stitch sighed before he took a look around with me, his eye getting on a locked door, "We should get to the roof before someone caught us here," He exclaimed, starting to move towards a red locked door as I was staying behind him, him trying to discreetly open the door without making too many noises.

"I thought that we were going to be stopped by guards," I said to him, my silenced M1911 in my hands, my eyes on the way to get to the street.

"Me too, Bellamy said that the West-German police was somehow going to be on alert because of a leak," He revealed to me, the talk seemingly making him less focused on unlocking that door and it was looking like I was going to force open it with my feet if he was going to be this long. "We stay aware and...finally, it's open," He told me, able to open the door without me and let me enter the building.

"We're near Checkpoint Charlie, right?" I demanded to him.

"Yes, Krypto & Katinka are meeting in the bar nearby, we're here to make sure Katinka has the briefcase and that the meeting is taking place," He responded, closing the door and locking it again to make sure that no one was going to come here. "Lead the way, I'm behind you," He ordered, making me get upstairs as the first thing I saw when entering the place was directly that.

I complied as I moved up on the wooden stairs before arriving at a locked door, opening in less time than Stitch did before and again, back into the outside air, finding myself on the roof and having a big view over the Berlin Wall, seeing its full layout, a No Man's Land between two big walls, patrols with dogs & watchtowers with spotlights, watching over the area to search any person trying to pass the Wall but it would be suicide.

"The Soviets did really make quite a job," I spoke to myself as Stitch was arriving behind me, closing the door again before he took up the lead, walking towards the ridge at a few meters while avoiding the spotlight that was trying to light up the roof but the red sign with letters on the roof allowed us to move without any problem, the ridge out of sight from the spotlight.

"In time," Stitch sighed, kneeling on his right knee near the ridge, overlooking the checkpoint that was at its full usefulness. "Bell, take your camera, see if you can spot Katinka," He ordered, prompting me to take out the camera I was given by Wraith for the mission. "Try to watch any person that could hold a briefcase," He clarified as my eyes were looking right through the camera.

I was looking at everything around the side of the checkpoint, seeing only the car that was getting frisked along with its occupants by the American guards, thinking at first that I was finding that Katinka before I moved a little to see the person that wasn't using a car, spotting a woman with blond hair, with a black briefcase & a brown umbrella in each hand, walking towards the checkpoint.

"I got her: the woman with a brown umbrella," I announced to Stitch, pointing my hand discreetly towards her position she was as she got stopped by a guard by the moment she arrived near the checkpoint.

"The guard is letting her pass," Stitch commented after Katinka pulled out something from her white coat with her right hand to the guard before he let her pass after moving away from her. "Must have been important, the Americans can't let her pass despite the alert they are," He added.

"That's also meaning that she got what we need," I raised my shoulders, still looking at Katinka that was walking towards the bar of the meeting before moving my eyes away from the camera, putting it back inside my jacket, "Do we move?"

"Yes, we had to," Stitch got up from his spot before quickly walking away and following him out of the roof, taking another direction to leave it, passing through some stairs inside the building before we landed on the ground, inside another alley, with a path towards the street. "Shit, it's looking like the police are on high alert," Stitch said, seeing the multiple policemen around the street.

"It might be too dangerous for you to get in that bar, I presume?" I presumed, meaning that it was the first change of plan of the whole mission, Stitch could be recognized by some around and we couldn't risk that.

"Yeap but I know that you can do it, I'll stay here to watch over the place," He assured me about my skills as I took a deep breath, walking with Stitch near the street. "My contact inside is from the Stasi, he's wearing a black leather jacket, brown hair and has a red umbrella," He explained, giving me better details about the person that we were supposed to meet together.

"I'm on my way," I breathed, leaving Stitch alone to engage myself inside the street sidewalk.

The police were looking very suspiciously and I couldn't let myself got stop by them, having no fake identity papers with me, just an earset and a silenced M1911 in my jacket but hopefully, my clothes weren't looking too much suspicious, much adapted to that side of the city. I walked through the pedestrian crossing of the street to join the bar where this Zasha and Katinka were supposed to meet, the name of the bar wasn't so important for me now.

I took a quick look inside through one of the main windows, perceiving Katinka with her back turned against the front door of the place, sit on a table and all alone, having put her briefcase and umbrella near it before I decided to enter the place, passing the front door and removing the hood of my jacket after having it on top of me since I stepped out of that manhole cover.

My eyes went directly towards the end of the bar, having found with them, the contact that Stitch mentioned to me: a man with brown hair and having a red umbrella leaned against the table he was staying on, making me walk to him.

"Hey, good to see you," I faked to know the man, having to act like normal friends with him.

"Oh, that's you, have a seat," The man greeted me with a smile, offering his hand for shaking and I complied before he pointed at me, the seat in front of me, sitting down on it. "So, you're 'Bell'? From Stitch's team?" He asked me clearly in a low voice.

"Yes, and you?" I asked him back,

"Franz Kraus, affiliated with Volkov, ex-Stasi," He replied to me, putting his hands on the table, palms against it. "Are your team listening?" He demanded, gesturing with his head to my ears.

"Of course," I reassured him, putting my hand above my right ear. "Is the sound clear for everything?" I questioned the others through the earset, receiving a big yes from Stitch, Bellamy & Knight, and an all nice for me from Wraith...very different from the others, I can say.

"Katinka Goodman is at the table near the entrance, you should have seen her when you come in," He said, keeping his eyes on me as I was making furtive looks to where Katinka was, still seeing her alone.

"Do you know why the police are looking agitated?" I demanded at him curiously, seeing through the window near us, the police cars outside.

"Rumors said that the police are after some HVA agents, our informant inside the BND still in East-Berlin managed to tell us about it," He responded to me, tapping with his left hand on the table as, near it, there was a little plate with cute snacks on it, giving me the idea to take them for me. "Apart of it, I shouldn't be here in the West," He added, probably talking to himself, profiting that he was looking away to take those snacks inside my jacket. "But anyway, it's part of the job, got a kid & a wife to take care," He sighed, pulling out of his jacket a pack of cigarettes, taking only one after I gestured that I didn't want one.

"Katinka is looking rather nervous," I suggested, seeing her from afar, tapping with her feet on the ground, her hands on the table.

"To what I heard from her, she needs to be taken seriously, she ain't someone to joke with," He explained, his voice actually meaning it and he was looking sure of his words at me. "She's..."

"Wait, there's someone coming to look at her," I interrupted him as I could see a man dressed in black, directly going to whisper something inside Katinka's right ear before he left, soon followed by her. "Shit, she's leaving," I cursed.

"Bell, get out, the police is coming in," Stitch warned me as the second after he speaks that four policemen entered the bar, "I'm going into hiding," He added before his earset went shut on all the team.

"Bell, join me at the store near Katinka's hideout, Bellamy told me that she's walking back to it," Wraith ordered to me, me trying to not panic as the policemen were starting to check up everybody.

"Don't worry, I've got something," Kraus reassured me before he looked in the direction of the bar counter, a group of three men dressed in blacks like the other man, and Kraus made a sign to them with his head before one of them starts to walk towards the policemen group.

"Hey, asshole, take that," The man shouted before he literally throws a punch on the first policeman he approached, causing a brawl to spark inside the bar, Kraus's men engaging the policemen.

"Go, now!" Kraus ordered to me and I nodded, having given me the perfect opportunity to leave the bar without any problem.

That brawl was going to put some attention to every cop around in the sector, passing next to it and not taking care about who was winning or losing before heading out the bar by the same door I came in as some cops were coming in to help their friends in needs, not paying attention to, and then, I needed to go into the store where Wraith & Knight should've been waiting for me.

I thought at first that I was going to get myself lost inside the streets of West-Berlin as Katinka's hideout was a few streets away from the bar but thanks to having studied the layout of the sector with some maps back at the safe house instead of staying on my ass on a chair as Bellamy did, I managed to remember the way to get to the store, avoiding, of course, the few cops that weren't running away to calm the brawl at the bar.

It took me 5 minutes to get myself to the store, passing in front of the place where Bellamy was waiting for us before arriving near a grilled door, Knight at the other side of it and by seeing me arrive, he opened it widely.

"Here you are, you did nose or what?" He asked me in a serious voice, letting me enter the alley he was waiting in. "They're talking about a brawl inside the bar," He clarified himself about what he was asking about.

"Yes, Kraus's men did one to let me away without any suspicions," I replied to him before he closes the grilled door, and then walking next to a door.

"Wraith is inside, she's waiting for you," Knight told me as he opened the door leading inside the store. "I'll be waiting here in the case for Stitch," I nodded to him before I stepped inside the store, looking like an electronics store but then, as I was walking to get to Wraith that was near the window, earsets around her head and holding a strange device, something weird happens.

There were one of the TV that was shut off completely in the middle shelf but when I approached it, it suddenly goes on, showing me pictures of...various things...Rebirth Island...a red door inside a big hallway...some archives from the Vietnam War...and then....

"Bell! Bell!" A voice spoke up, getting me out of my thoughts as I could see Wraith, standing near me, looking worried, her hands on my right arm. "Hey, you're okay?" She asked me.

"I...this TV turned on by itself," I said, gesturing towards the TV in question that was now shut off.

"Bell, are you sure you're fine?" She questioned me, keeping her hands on me to reassure me.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine," I told her, shaking my head, thinking that it was just my head messing up, knowing that it was some side effects of my one-month coma as reported by Stitch before. "Uhm...what's the situation?" I demanded to her, finding a better voice for me to talk with.

"Katinka just came back and got called by Smirnov, the meeting's place has changed," She answered, gently tapping my right arm before she walks back to her spot, kneeling with one knee on the ground. "Someone warned them," She added.

"Shit," I muttered, looking at my feet. "But we aren't aborting, right?"

"Nope, we need someone to enter her apartment and put a tracker inside that briefcase she's holding around," She confirmed her determination to do her job, taking out from a bag that was posed on the ground near her, a green hood along with a little tracking device. "You're the one doing it, you got the lockpicks," She exclaimed, handing me the two things in my hands.

"And the hood? What it is for?" I was curious about its usefulness here, taking it nonetheless.

"It's to use when you will enter her hideout, we can't risk having our faces recognized," She explained to me as I was looking hesitant to actually go inside her hideout. "Listen, Bell, I know that you can do this, you're the best," She affirmed, myself wanting to say that I couldn't be the best but it was nice from her anyway.

"Okay, I will do it," I grinned at her, getting the hood and the tracker inside my jacket before taking a look at the window Wraith was focusing her strange device, that was in fact a listening device to hear discussions from afar...very stupid from me..."I'll do my best," I admitted before taking a deep breath and joining the front door to get on the street...

"Bell," Wraith's voice stopped me in my moves, just having my hands on the front door handle, looking worried on her face but still with a little smile...

"Don't worry, I'll be your eyes, I've got hope on you,"

#cod bocw #cod black ops cold war #cod cold war #cod cw #call of duty cold war #cod #call of duty #cod bell #black ops cold war #fem!bell #freya wraith helvig

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A random horror game idea I remembered

I had a pretty morbid idea for a horror game version of the undertale fallen children. It’s inspired by equal parts horrortale and the game Wick.

It’s not overly fleshed out, but instead of dying underground the children were instead casualties of the war between monsters and humans. They were buried in the woods near mount Ebott, with their graves decorated with the items they could recover after the chaos of the war. Frisk goes into the woods one night and checks out the graves, accidentally moving the cowboy hat which wakes up Justin. Justin quietly tells Frisk to leave before they get into more trouble but doesn’t physically appear. But Frisk obviously doesn’t listen and returns, picking up the cowboy hat yet again. This time Justin actually appears, looking less undertale ghostly and more just ghosty. Visible wounds, bleeding, ragged clothes, all that stuff. He can speak but not easily, and he’s clearly annoyed but is trying to be nice and tells Frisk that they seriously shouldn’t be here this late and that if they continue coming here they are going to wake up more then just him and that is very dangerous. He then goes back into his grave.

But does Frisk listen? No, of course not. They are too curious to heed the ghostly boys advice, they want to know what happened and who he is. Coming for the third night in the row. Thus comes where the ghosts come in.

They are very homicidal, just in general. Usually their traits would make that hard since they have generally positive traits, but this is a horror game and they are bitter spirits of the damned who got targeted and killed by the monsters just because they knew it would fuck with their home villages to lose children. Cause you know, civilians always get roped in to wars somehow. 

Haven’t planned too much with how they would work in terms of gameplay, but here’s what I thought of so far: 

* Justin’s gun magic still works, and he can sprint in short bursts. But his side has a open wound and it’s clear that in his death he inhaled a lot of smoke so he can’t run for long periods of time without stopping. Probably died trying to evacuate the other kids from the village.

 * Isabelle swings around the trees, so she isn’t visible most of the time. Her arms don’t work, presumably because she died from being crushed by something like a knocked over tree. Still, her lower body is incredibly nimble. She can see but not hear, so as long as you avoid making noise and stay in the dark you should be able to avoid her.

* Paxton is like the opposite of Isabelle really. Missing an arm down to the bone and part of his leg, so he can’t walk very easily. He can hear very well but is completely blind. Probably died from poisoning, and an inability to leave his house to evacuate. He is slow because of all of this, but is incredibly quiet and so you’d have to be careful. He lights up right before attacking, which will attract Isabelle forcing you to have to dodge her line of sight without running because if you run Paxton will hear you. That sort of dynamic.

* Bentley is always very low to the ground, and incredibly noisy. He rolls at top speeds towards people to knock them over and then mercilessly beats them to death. Haven’t actually decided how he would die, but I’m fairly sure he has a broken spine thus giving him ample ability to curl and charge.This is sudden and hard to manage, but at least it’s loud. But again, it’ll attract Paxton if you run too much.

* Keith and Paige are easier to handle, Paige died from some water related issue- tainted water maybe? Lack of water? idk. Don’t have too much ideas for these ones honestly. Paige and Keith are pretty much just distractions. They are a bit annoying and want to play all the time, even at the most unopportune times- like when you are getting chased by an angry Bentley. They only really start to pester you when you have your flashlight off. They mean well but they definitely are a pain in the neck to deal with.  

#undertale fallen humans #undertale six souls #undertale human souls #ask the human souls #ask the fallen humans #undertale justice #undertale integrity #undertale perseverance #undertale bravery #undertale kindness #undertale patience

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Wash Day Delight Pt. 6

Rating:  General Audiences

WARNINGS:  None

Fandom:  Undertale (Video Game)

Relationships:  (Papyri Harem) Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale) & Reader,  Papyrus (Underfell) & Reader

Characters:  Papyrus (Undertale), Reader, Blue (US Sans), and Mentions of Other AU Skeletons

Additional Tags:  Reader Is Not Frisk (Undertale), Reader Is Not Chara (Undertale), reader is poc, Reader has curly hair,  Undertale Monsters on the Surface, Friendship, Wholesome, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I'm Bad At Summaries, Not Beta Read, Romance if you squint, Subtext, Let Papyrus be Sassy, Edge Is The Unwilling Dad Friend, Idiots in Love, Fluff and Humor, Slice of Life, Blue Is A Little Shit, I Love Him For It

If you prefer, you can read this fic on AO3.

*Reader, it's time to learn how to be spoiled!

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It had been a mad rush after confirming she would be going to the skeleton household today.  Or at least she rushed as much as she could and thankfully her muscles were loosening up the more she moved.  While she was going over to bathe and do her hair, she refused to not at least freshen up a bit.  She did just that best she could with a damp rag, some soap, and deodorant.  A quick splash of water on her face and she deemed herself fresh enough for now.  Grabbing a towel, she patted herself dry before she began her multitasking adventure to get dressed and pack her “overnight” bag.  

Eyes raking over her counter, taking in all her products, she found herself blanking on just what products she should go with today.  Usually, she had more time to choose at her leisure.  She couldn’t realistically drag everything with her.  Okay, maybe that wasn’t so true anymore considering the things she has seen the skeletons store in their inventory decks.  Just how that worked she still had no clue.  Monster tech and magic was amazing.  

“I’ll just go with what my hair needs,” she decided and looking into her mirror, she scrutinized her locks and looked for any obvious damage.  Next, she reached a hand up to feel at her curls and pulled one to see how well it sprung back.  Last, she checked her scalp and found some build up, but thankfully no dandruff patches on the skin she could see.  “Moisture and clarify it is,” she stated her final decision and quickly plucked the needed items and product.  She added her body soap, butter, and scrub as well.  

With the toiletries out the way, she dashed back out to her room and placed the bag on her bed.  Her legs burned each time she had to bend over to collect strewn clothes and her arms twinged as she chucked said garments into her hamper.  Floor cleared, she picked out her change of clothes for later--just something comfy to lounge in--and threw on something quick for now.  It didn’t match, but oh well.  Not like she’d be wearing it for long. 

She’d skipped wearing a bra.  She had no plans to wear a bra period today and that was not changing!  Running around her apartment and completing little chores, she found herself reneging on the decision.  She was going over to someone’s house.  Why did it feel rude to skip an undergarment?  Papyrus was her best friend and she was cool with the rest.  Some little voice reminded her that it was a house full of men she was going to.  Skeleton men mind you, but men nonetheless.  Foot tapping as she put away her last cleaned dish, she huffed with a little stomp of her foot before marching back into her room.

“A bralette should do,” she sighed as she dug out an acceptable compromise.  It would be enough to appease the surprising prude in her.  No sense in torturing herself when she was supposed to be relaxing.  The girls now contained, she slipped her shirt back on, and checked her phone for the time.  Time had really flown and she only had a few more minutes.  She spent those last few minutes stripping her bed and replacing the sheets, pillow covers, and comforter with a new set.  She would start a load of laundry, but horror stories of fires starting or soapy flooding from unattended machines held her back.  She’d just have to do it tomorrow.

Smoothing out the sheets and arranging her pillows one last time, she nodded in satisfaction before checking her phone once again.  Time was up.  Grabbing her bag, she left her room to wait in the living room.  Blue and Pap were quite proud of their punctuality and the two would be here any minute surely.  Minutes ticked by while she busied herself on her phone.  She’d even gotten a text back from Coffee confirming he was fine drawing a better reference for her, so long as she modeled for him.  Well, she was going over anyway, why not?  She agreed and all he sent back was a smiley face emoji.  It was somehow intimidating.  How? She had no clue.   Maybe she should have asked for details.

Her eyes wandered to the clock on her screen.  Sighing, she pushed her irritation and worry aside.  She wondered if this would become a trend.  The reasonable part of her knew the two could not always be expected to be perfect all the time.  No one is perfect.  Consistent, but not perfect.  “But would it kill them to send a text at least,” she griped as she stretched out on the couch so as to avoid pacing and working nerves.  Placing her phone down face down on the floor beside her, she settled and closed her eyes.  She focused on the sound of her house settling around her and nature just past her walls.  

She stayed like that, nearly dozing off, until a knock at her balcony door had her jolting awake and gasping as a shock of pain shot through her stiffened body.  Sitting up, she peeked over the back of the couch with squinting eyes.  She was sure she very much resembled a gremlin poking its head up at that moment.  Chuckling at the amusing image that painted, she let her expression relax as she saw her two escorts waiting to be let in. 

It took a minute to get up and open the door for them with her muscles having stiffened up.  From the look the two were giving her, she guessed it was obvious how much she was struggling.

“PAPYRUS, WHAT DID YOU AND EDGE DO TO HER?!” Blue fretted, gloved hands reaching out to steady her and take some of her weight.  His big, round eyelights were a bit wobbly as they flitted from her face to down her body.  Did she look that bad?  

“I’m fine, Blue,” she assured with a little laugh, “Just a little stiff and sore.”  He didn’t look convinced and Papyrus was looking worried now as well.  Oh no.  “Seriously, guys!  I’m fine!  Or I will be, humans just take time to recover from a hard workout like those two gave me last night,” she elaborated, hoping she wouldn’t have to go into the details about human muscles and how they work.  She just wanted her spa day to start.  Silence greeted her and she looked between the two as they shared a long look before nodding.  “Guys-!!!?”  Her question was cut off with a surprised yelp as large skeletal hands gripped her under her armpits and lifted her off the ground.  

“IT HAS BEEN DECIDED!” Papyrus declared as he carried back over to the couch and deposited her on the cushions.  “TO MAKE UP FOR AND REWARD YOU FOR LAST NIGHT, YOU WILL NOT LIFT A FINGER TODAY,” he stated it with such confidence.  She swore she saw sparkles around him.  

Dumbfounded, she could only stare as Blue piped in with just as much enthusiasm.  “YUP! WE’LL TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING!” he was already moving and she could hear him rifling in her kitchen, “AND WE’LL START WITH THE CHORES THAT YOU WERE PLANNING TO DO BEFORE HEADING TO THE HOUSE.”  Chores?  They were actually going to do them for her? Seriously?  Her lips parted to assure them they really didn’t have to, but a warm mug filled with chocolatey goodness and marshmallows shoved into her hands stunned her into silence again.

“YES.  SO, JUST RELAX,” Papyrus had knelt down to be on eye level with her after taking the throw blanket from off the back of her couch and wrapping it loosely around her shoulders.  “LET US TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING.”  The words were a request, but the tone was a command.  Breaking away from his eyelights, she stared down into her mug as she thought it over.  She wasn’t used to having things done for her.  More specific, she wasn’t used to being spoiled.  She knew how to take care of herself by the time she was eight and even take care of her siblings in some cases.  

Naked phalanges entered her vision before the digits gently tipped her head back up by her chin.  Forced to look into Papyrus’s imploring sockets, she worried at her lip.  “Let Me Take Care Of You, Please?”  Oh.  Oh no.  That should be illegal.  She could feel warmth blooming in her chest and she hoped the gods would be merciful enough to not let her fluster show.   

A deep breath in and slowly let out, she offered an unsteady smile, “Okay, Papi.”  Papyrus practically lit up the room with his pleased smile.  She was doing good until someone cleared their throat and suddenly she remembered that they were not alone.  There went any hopes that she wasn’t a blushing mess.  She regretted peaking at Blue from the corner of her eye as he had quite possibly the biggest shit eating grin on his skull as he sent her waggled his brows teasingly.  She drowned her embarrassment in hot chocolate in hopes the mug was big enough to hide away her burning cheeks.

Blue must have felt merciful today as he asked for a quick rundown of what needed to be done and she filled them in.  He hummed, eyelights rolling to the ceiling, “SHOULDN’T TAKE MORE THAN AN HOUR THEN.  MAYBE LESS!”  He waved to Papyrus, urging him to get up and get started, “LET’S GET STARTED!”  Blue’s sockets seemed to curve as that teasing lilt returned, “PAPI~!” She about choked on her hot chocolate.  That little sh-!  Hiding her pout behind the mug, she sent a little glare the gremlin’s way and he just beamed innocently like he had done nothing wrong.  

The nickname had started as a play on his usual nickname “Papy” and it stuck after she found she couldn’t stop herself from pronouncing that way after one too times.  Whether Papyrus was even aware of the word play was unknown, but Blue, Cash, Mal, and Wine had made it obvious they knew what she was saying.  And all of them loved teasing her for it.  

Papyrus patting her knee brought her out of her brooding as he agreed they should get started and gave her one more firm reminder to stay put and if she needs anything, to call for them.  With that, she was left to nurse her hot chocolate as the two bustled around her home and every now and then they would ask where something was or went.  Comfortable chatter filled her small home.  At some point, Papyrus traded her empty mug  with a simple breakfast of steamed rice and a fried egg.  Something so simple somehow tasted so much better in that moment.  She ended up dozing off after that and they didn’t wake her until it was time to go.  

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Blue had been the one to gently nudge her awake, “We’re All Done, Sleeping Beauty,” he teased.  An amused laugh burst past his teeth as the sleeping human swatted at his hand and tried to turn away.  All she accomplished was smooshing her face into the fabric of the couch she laid on and right in the little wet spot that had formed from her drool.  Edge had once told them that cats sometimes drool when they are very content.  If humans are anything like felines, then he was flattered she felt so comfortable around them, but he needed her to wake up.  He’d rather not move her in her sleep and have her disoriented and confused at the drastic change in scenery.

He poked a gloved phalange into her cheek firmly, “YOUR SPA DAY IS WAITING,” he urged.  She only made a disgruntled little noise, brows pinching and eyelashes twitching.  “PAPYRUS CAN’T SPOIL YOU IF YOU DON’T WAKE UP~” he goaded, voice low so his fellow skeleton didn’t hear.  Papyrus was currently finishing up folding the dressings for her bed.  She mumbled something incoherent and he blew a raspberry before finally just pinching her cheek and pulling.  That did it as her eyes flew open and she jerked to an upright position with a noticeable cringe.  Whoops.  He just offered an apologetic smile as she leveled an irritated glare his way.  

Soon enough, her glare eased and she looked around curiously, “Y’all are done already?” There was disbelief in her voice.  

“YUP,” Blue just shrugged and grinned as he straightened up.  A little magic goes a long way.  Normally, Papyrus would have been against using magic to speed through chores, but he was just as eager to start their human’s spa day.  It was honestly adorable seeing the two interact and he felt a little bad for his brother.   He had some stiff competition.  Heh… “stiff.”  He snorted at his little inside joke and found herself snorting again at the confused and concerned expression she was currently wearing.  He waved off her concern, “SO, ARE YOU READY TO GO?”

Her eyes narrowed as she lifted a brow, but didn’t dig or push him to explain.  Instead, she sighed and gestured to her abandoned bag on the floor next to her sofa.  “As ready I think,” she answered, voice a little unsure.

“DO YOU THINK YOU FORGOT SOMETHING?  I COULD GET IT FOR YOU,” he offered as he picked up her bag and set it on the couch just beside her.  He watched as she took a moment to think.  She was worrying her lip again and he clicked his teeth to get her attention.  As soon she was looking, he gestured to his mouth and she reluctantly released her abused lip.  

“Thanks, Blue,” she laughed as he just gave her a thumbs up, “but I’m honestly not sure.  I tried to cover all my bases and packed as much as I could without taking my whole house with me…”  He could feel that the bag was heavy.  Did humans need so much to take care of their hygiene?  Or was it simply because it was a special occasion?

“WHAT HAVE YOU PACKED SO FAR?” he questioned, nudging the bag curiously.

“Shampoo and conditioner obviously.  But my hair was looking a little dry so I included a hair mask.  Then I have my leave-ins, oils… stuff for bathing…” she trailed off as she listed what she could remember throwing in the bag, squinting at said object as she spoke like it could tell her what it contained.   

Meanwhile, he could feel his eyelights swelling as she continued, “GOLLIE!  AND YOU’RE STILL UNSURE IF YOU HAVE EVERYTHING?” He found himself thankful he didn’t have hair or skin.  It sounded like a lot of maintenance.  

“Well… I just didn’t want to be rude and bring too much,” she started and his sockets widened in realization as she elaborated, “Like I wouldn’t mind doing a body scrub or bringing a bath bomb.  Y’know, pamper myself a bit?”  There was a moment of silence before his eyelights formed into stars as she sent her a brilliant smile.  

“WE INVITED YOU OVER TO PAMPER YOURSELF, SILLY!” he laughed.  She was pouting as he reprimanded her goodnaturedly.  “NOW!  TELL ME WHAT ELSE YOU NEED AND I’LL GET IT,” he demanded.  A few more assurances that it was fine and she was giving him directions to said items.  Back and forth, he would retrieve an item and show it to her for approval before adding it to her bag.  On his last trip back, he nearly ran right into Papyrus who had finished putting up her now clean bed linens.  

“OOF! SORRY PAPYRUS!” he apologized as he dodged the taller skeleton and kept going.

“WHAT’S THE RUSH?” Papyrus questioned as he closed her bedroom door once they were both through and followed after the blue bolt.  

“OH! AM I RUSHING?! SORRY,” Blue gasped, forcing himself to slow down and move at a more reasonable pace.  Stopping by the couch, he showed her the last item and she nodded.  He deposited it into the bag and zipped it closed.  Lifting the bag experimentally, he found it not too heavy to carry.  At least for him, it wouldn’t be difficult. 

“Blue was helping me pack a few last minute things, Papi,” she explained after the curious look Papyrus had given them, “and that was the last one.” 

Blue laughed as Papyrus went to pick up the bag and while he seemed to lift it easily, he still made a noise in surprise at the heft.  “WOWIE! ALL OF THIS IS FOR YOUR HAIR?!” he exclaimed in amazement and soon enough, their human friend was laughing along with Blue.  In between laughs, she managed to explain that not all of it was.   Papyrus seemed to be vibrating in excitement by the end and it had the other two occupants of the room curious what had him so excited.  “HOW THOUGHTFUL OF YOU TO MAKE SURE WE HAVE EVERYTHING TO PROPERLY TAKE CARE AND PAMPER YOU THIS EVENING!” his proud  words seemed to burst from him.  

Blue could only blink at his companion before looking over to the human who was once again in a stupor.  Finally, an intelligent “Huh?” dropped from her lips.  She had looked to him for some explanation, but he just shrugged.  He wanted to see where this went.  Not getting an answer from him, she looked back to their towering, practically glowing companion.  “What do you mean, Papi?” she pressed gently, leaning towards the skeleton in question.

Without hesitation, Papyrus did not disappoint, “GOODNESS, YOU MUST BE IN WORSE SHAPE THAN I THOUGHT IF YOU FORGOT ALREADY.” His words held genuine concern and Blue managed to smother a little snort, determined to hear this out.  “I TOLD YOU THAT WE WOULD TAKE CARE OF YOU.  AND YOU AGREED TO LET US DO JUST THAT!”  

Blue’s eyelights were widening as listened and he could see the human was reacting in much the same fashion as she came to the same realization.  Making eye contact with her, he grinned and his sockets curved with how wide his smile was.  He could see the betrayal in her eyes as he chirped in, “THAT’S RIGHT.  YOU’RE NOT LIFTING A FINGER IF WE CAN HELP IT.”  She looked so overwhelmed and lost.  “GET READY TO SPOILED ROTTEN!” he finished, pointing dramatically at her and Papyrus joined in.  

For a while, she was doing a very impressive impression of a fish out of water before snapping out of it and finding her voice.  “Wait!” she held her hands up, palms out to signal mercy.  He could see the gears in head turning and once glance between the two, he could see her giving in as she slumped.  “I know better than to try and change your minds,” she laughed, lips quirked to one side in resigned amusement, “BUT.”  She held up a single finger as her lips pressed into a determined line, “I have to set boundaries.”  Her brows lifted as her head tilted, signaling them to respond.

“UNDERSTANDABLE,” Blue chimed in, placing his hands on his hips.

Papyrus nodded along, “OFCOURSE, WE WOULDN’T WANT YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.”

Their human sucked in a deep breath before letting it slowly.  “I can bathe myself,” she stated simply.  Blue wanted to laugh, but he understood why she would be worried they might take it too far.  While he was sure Papyrus wouldn’t have tried, he couldn’t say the same for some of their housemates.  Both nodded and she sighed, relaxing back against the couch.  

Papyrus was worrying his hands and Blue looked from his fidgeting hands up to his face, “SOMETHING ON YOUR MIND, PAPYRUS?”  He was ready to get going and had already shouldered her bag as he felt out a shortcut.  

“WELL, I WAS JUST WONDERING IF WE COULD STILL HELP WITH HER HAIR…” he braided his fingers to stop them from fidgeting.  How had it skipped Blue’s mind that most of the Papyri were borderline obsessed with her hair.  Sadly, they had stopped trying to get their hands in it after Cash had told them she and humans like her with curly hair don’t like their hair touched by others.  He’d said she had told him last he tried and he had heard it in gossip as well.  But all that aside, this was the opportunity of a lifetime for Papyrus he realized.  No wonder he was so hyped up.  Looking at their curly haired friend, he was surprised at the soft smile she was sending Papyrus.

“Of course, you can help me with my hair, Papi,” she assured gently and lifted a hand to play with the curl at the end of one of her braids, “What’s a spa day without a trip to the salon?” she winked.  She took a moment to click her tongue as something else occurred to her, “Plus, I don’t think my arms are to the task anyway…” she admitted.  

Blue didn’t have to look at Papyrus to know he was practically shining in joy and soon enough his companion was sweeping their human into a twirling hug.  He could hear laughter turn into a groan and Papyrus was quick to adjust his hold so he wasn’t crushing her.  Once the two had settled, Blue approached and wrapped his fingers around Papyrus’s humerus.  “TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND CLOSE YOUR EYES, BEAUTY” he instructed, chuckling as she stuck her tongue out at him before doing as told.  He would have teased her for pressing her face into Papyrus’s chest, but he needed to focus.  “HERE WE GO!” he warned, mainly for their human companion before the living room was left abandoned as they made one more trip through the void.   

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Fourteen | Run!

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Alternate Chapter Title: Darmstadtium, Protactinium, Chlorine, Thorium, Oxygen

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Sun pours through windows with half-open curtains, waking you up.

The emptiness of a bed too large for one person hits you and prompts you to feel around with half-lidded eyes, still too groggy to assess the state of your surroundings. You search for your glasses by the nightstand, pick them up, and slip them on, clearer vision helping you with your tired gaze. Then, you stand up and stretch, allowing yourself some time before you adjust to the changes. Faint snores from a corner of the room make your head snap towards the noise. There, you see Sans draped over a couch, with a beach towel taken as a makeshift blanket. Even with the uncomfortable posture he seems to hold and the general hardness of the couch, he's out like a light, chest rising and falling in a consistent, slow motion.

If you remembered correctly, you'd made space for him in bed, too used to sharing your bed with Frisk, Aunt Brenda, other family members, and close friends for you to feel even remotely awkward about sleeping with someone in the same space. Sharing it with family was a common thing whenever large, holiday gatherings took place, whereas Frisk climbed in whenever they had a bad dream, and friends stayed when they had nowhere else to go. Having someone beside you wasn't uncommon; if they needed somewhere to stay, you would provide them with it, yet you'd forgotten to ask Sans last night if he felt the same way about that. Him sleeping on the couch reveals he doesn't.

You approach his side as quietly as you can manage and bring your arms around his waist, lifting him up. He proves to be lighter than expected as you carry him off to bed, set him there, and drag the sheets over him. As inopportune as it is, you're soon reminded of yesterday and the whole dating situation you'd both discussed when you stare at his face for a little too long.

'What happened to you yesterday?', 'Were you drunk?', and 'Why did you kiss him more than once?' are just a few of the many questions you could (judgingly) ask yourself in front of the bathroom mirror.

Sure, you'd only ever dated one other person before you settled down with Jerry, only to end up as a single parent and then have little to no interaction with him or anybody else for the next seven years, but that couldn't've been enough to have brought the impulse for you to date a stranger… Right?

You weren't desperate!

As you continue chastising your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you hear a knock on the door, halting your judgement. 

"You there?"

You want to disappear, and maybe time travel to change things up a bit.

"Uhhh," you say, words about as flowing as a carefully recited poem. "...Yeah."

"...You doing okay?"

"I think so."

Such a blissful moment had to have its consequences. Maybe then you were too happy to care, but now that you consider the fact you'd kissed him more than once -- even if it wasn't on the lips -- and stayed a night all alone with him at a shady hotel makes this an experience you would rather forget. "Did you think I left without you?" you ask, stepping into the shower. You don't undress yet, anticipating an answer.

"I might've," he replies, chuckling. "Yesterday was really somethin' else."

"That's an understatement."

You take off your clothes, turn on the shower, and stand under it for a while. Your attention goes to the lowermost part of your abdomen, where you can see a bit of pudginess at the sides -- or 'love handles', as the skeleton called it. The steam makes your glasses fog up before you can stare and think about that for much longer. "...Did I really wear a swimsuit yesterday?" you ask, in denial. You slip them off and place them nearby.

Sans's voice turns faint with the sound of the water running, yet you can still hear when he replies with, "A one-piece, yeah. It, uh, looked good on you, though."

The conversation ends as you huff and continue showering. While you do, distant sounds of someone else present in the room bring back memories from when you used to live with more than one other person aside from Frisk. It's strange to hear noises outside your own and theirs.

You finish up with that thought still on your mind, lingering until you turn the water off; you then proceed by taking a towel and covering yourself with it. Approaching a basket with yesterday's clothes now clean and dry is the next thing to play with your memories and customs, again used to being a family of two after seven whole years carrying on with the same routine. Still, you dismiss those thoughts and remind yourself it's no time to be daydreaming.

You barely knew the person you're sharing a room with, and the history behind him and all the other monsters you knew was still something you couldn't let go. Even if you'd been the one to end up Underground, you couldn't imagine yourself sacrificing your own life -- not because you didn't want to save them, but mainly for those you had to look after. If you'd chosen to give up your soul for the sake of an entire race, then what would've become of Frisk's future? And if you'd fallen in place of Frisk, who was to say you would've been capable of finding an alternative like they had? The reminder they managed to come out alive while also fulfilling that goal makes you wonder if life's even possible to do without hurting others in the process. Then again, emotions can be messy; the mind itself is a whole complicated thing on its own.

If one gains, someone else loses. You can't live life without affecting someone else's, and aiming to please everyone is like trying to make water less wet. To be happy and choose a better path, sacrifices have to be made, and being wholly good and giving isn't as easy as it seems when you have difficulties to face day after day.

"Did you enjoy your stay?"

Your existential crisis ends at the sound of Mettaton's voice coming from outside the bathroom. You grab your clothes, slip them on, and take a step away from the door, still able to listen in on the conversation with how thin the walls are. You wear everything except your old shirt, this one still stained even after having thrown it to wash in the hotel's laundromat. To replace it, there's a plain and baggy, white t-shirt at your disposal -- not quite matching with the rest of your outfit, but sufficient to make do while you made it back home.

"It was nice," Sans replies, words cut short. His tone reveals he's far from wanting to have a talk with the robot, but the latter persists. 

""I'm surprised you hit it off so quick," Mettaton says, chuckling. "It hasn't been a year since we left the Underground, and yet you already have a date! You're honestly the person I least expected this from." 

The conversation's muffled out as Sans talks quieter. Mettaton, on the other hand, doesn't catch on. "What do you mean you two aren't dating? I saw you kiss!"

The skeleton continues to keep his tone at a low level, yet -- once more -- the robot fails to follow up with him. "But that's boring!" You can almost hear him pout. His voice sounds more annoyed than you could possibly imagine anyone to feel about a topic like this one. "And here I thought I'd caught something worth teasing you for! Talk about disappointing."

You wait until the two stop talking to exit the bathroom, Mettaton already gone by the time you step out. Sans sits by the edge of the bed and stands up when he sees you arrive. Awkward silence stays as you both look at each other for a moment, broken when you ask, "So, you told him?"

Sans nods and picks up his towel when you signal for him to use the bathroom. "I did," he says, walking off. He then waits beside the door, continuing with, "He's not too good at keeping stuff secret, but he promised not to talk about it in front of Frisk." The door opens and the leftover steam contrasts with the cold of the bedroom. The latter wins instantly, air conditioner on. You observe him as he steps in, looking about as tense as you feel right now. "Your phone was ringin' while you were showerin', by the way." With that, he closes the door, leaving you to check in on what he'd said. 

With steam no longer an obstacle, you slip your glasses back on, approach the dresser, and pick up your phone; your house number is the only missed call.

The person on the other line responds lightning fast, hardly giving it a chance to ring more than once.

"Are you okay, (mom/dad)?" Frisk's voice asks, words rushed. The phone wavers in your hold. They sound too frightened for someone who'd adventured alone at the Underground, yet what they say next brings you back into calm, "There was a bad storm yesterday, so I got worried." They stop and sniffle before they continue on. "Undyne said you were okay, a- and that you stayed at Sans's place, but… But I still missed you." You can hear them breathe in and then out, huffing after. "And then Jerry came around as soon as the storm calmed down, but when we said you weren't home, he talked about how you were being irresponsible again. But then he left a gift for you, and now I'm confused. Does that mean he still likes you?"

"One thing at a time, honey," you intervene, laughing when you notice Frisk plans to keep on rambling. "I'm fine, and I'm still at his place." You let out a sigh and bring a hand to your forehead, rubbing your temples before keeping up with their rant. "And I'm not sure what Jerry's thinking, but this isn't really the time for us to be talking about that right now." Your eyes wander over to the alarm clock set by the nightstand, eight thirty in the morning flashing on the screen. "More importantly, did you have breakfast? I should be back home in an hour."

"I did! Undyne watched over me while I made something."

"That scared of her cooking?"

"She burned her house last time!"

You sit down on the couch once setting the pillows aside. Your cheeks hurt from smiling and the awkwardness of your situation feels less daunting the more you talk with Frisk. "What did you make?" you ask, propping a leg over the other. You lay back and close your eyes, achieving comfort.

"I made pancakes! I'll cook some for you when you get here."

At the sound of the bathroom door opening, you open your eyes, look there, and carry on with your conversation when you see the monster hasn't made it out yet. "Thank you, dear. Did you teach her while she looked over you, by any chance?" Your posture on the couch straightens as soon as Sans step out, tension returning.

"I did," they reply, giggling. "She said she's gonna make some for Alphys next time they have a sleepover together."

With a few more questions and answers, the conversation reaches an end.

You say your farewells and hang the call, standing up when you realize Sans has disappeared. You then look around from corner to corner and reach the bathroom when you notice he's nowhere to be seen. The door's left open, though right as you're about to delve any further inside, you see someone emerge from behind the shower curtains. Your eyes close on instinct, and you turn around -- ready to apologize -- up until you hear him chuckle. "You can look. I'm just washing somethin'," he says. When you look at him, he hands you your shirt, now a bit dampened. The stain's fainter than when you took it to the wash, revealing the monster's whereabouts. "I tried cleanin' it off with some soap n' shampoo, but it didn't really work."

When you take it back, only one question rests in your mind, and that's, "Was this unintentional, or are you trying to gain another date?" You bite back a smile, in wait for his reaction.

You fail in an instant, allowing him to grin and reply with, "Whatever you want it to be." He winks. "Either way, I think I still owe ya dinner at my place."  

You walk with him out of the bathroom and step into the cold. The reminder you have to be back in an hour falls on you, urging you to check the time and search through your pockets for your wallet. From there, you pull out an envelope and hand it to him. "I have to go now, but here's this." Again, you shuffle through your wallet's contents, retrieving a note with your home's phone number scribbled on it. "And here's my house number." Quickly, you lean down and kiss his cheekbone. "Thank you for the date, Sans. I had fun." When you move back, he's a little less tense, though you can still catch onto a subtle mark of embarrassment on his face. "I'll take the bus. But call me if anything happens, alright? Cars can get damaged with the weather."

Slowly, he nods, saying, "Alright. See you later, (Y/N)."

"See you later, Serif."

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If I’m being real about my politics

And you guys know, I’m not heavy leaning one way or the other, but the more restriction I see on what we can and can’t do, the more I start to lean to the Libertarian right. 

What that doesn’t mean:

I’m a fan of eugenics and racism

I’m for restriction on marriage.

I want bailouts for private companies

I want to shut down planned parenthood

I’m the steryotype Christian conservative. 

What that does mean:

I’m for a smaller government, massively so. 

I’m anti censorship

I’m pro gun rights for all. As it sits, gun rights are (in practice) just for the wealthy and white people. Because yes, black people are targeted by police.

I’m pro drug legalization. All drugs. 

I’m anti interventionalist.  

I’m anti (US participation in) NATO.

I’m pro free market.

I hate the ATF and DEA, despite not using drugs or posessing anything that may be outlawed by the Biden administration now.

I’m pro art for private production, this ties into anti censorship.

I’m anti CCP

I’m pro Taiwan.

I’m pro medical research being privatized without being limited heavily by the FDA.

For clarification, this isn’t some sort of Ayn Rand inspired viewpoint or stand. I just see how the overinvolvement of our government has fucked up America. And when I say America, I don’t mean the US alone. Our heavy handed stance on intervention has fucked over countless nations. Ask Columbia and Panama about how Panama was created and what we did to get the Panama Canal built. The US is guilty of so many crimes that I can’t say I’m a patriot like I used to in high school. We, as a nation, have sat idly by while we created terrorists, killed countless civilians, created a nation where people are guilty until proven innocent, and spent far more than we can ever hope to make. 

Our government has fucked us, our children, and if we continue down the path we have been, every future generation. If we want to ensure future generations’ lives be decent, then we need to step back on our spending, intervention, and contributions to NATO. And while I’m no fan of taxation, we can make up the money we recklessly spend on an endless war by legalizing and taxing narcotics sales. Which, since there won’t be as much of a stigma around being addicted to these narcotics, will decrease their use. 

If I’m able to run for president, that will be the platform I run on. Punitive measures for police going off of the NYC stop and frisk policy. Legalization of all narcotics as well as cannabis products on the federal level. Shrinking the size of the US government. Withdrawal of troops from any nation that doesn’t explicitly say that they want us there. Repairing infrastructure using the money saved (for the first couple of years, then going to pay our debts). And finally, the loosening of restrictions on medical research. 

I’m not going to say that I approve of everything Trump did in office, that should be obvious, but his walking back of our contributions to NATO was a good call. The other member nations were not contributing what they should have been.

I want you all to know, I will be running under the name Jack. Likely for the Libertarian party because the main 2 hate anyone with that set of beliefs. Trump was a rare exception to that as he did hold some of those values. Some, but far from all. 

I’m not sponsored by anyone. I haven’t been paid to say anything I just did. In all reality, I might not even be chosen to run by the Libertarian party. But what I ask is not that you write in the name Jack. Vote for people who take on any of those values. Someone who knows that we spend far too much. Someone who is anti war. Someone who declares that they want to legalize narcotics or at minimum cannabis. 

That’s it, that’s all I’m gonna say. You’re free to disagree with me. You’re free to think what you want of me. But you see what I think, what I don’t think, and the reasons behind at least part of it. 

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