#but yes sans got himself lots of doggos

[venelona]

doggos

#undertale #sans #frisk #frans #undertale au #horrortale #horror sans #horrortale sans #horrortale frisk #horrortale aliza #aliza #sans x frisk #frisk x sans #i hate two out of three pages of this x'D #some days i wonder why the f i am choosing to make comics #when i dont actually know how XD #but yes sans got himself lots of doggos #and after he and frisk get married she gotta take care of them as well #big happy family #also i made all dogs real small XDD oopsie

[the-river-person]

I’m going to have to make a list of these eventually. But know that the world in “The Alleyway” is now considered "open for use"  or “Community Shared” without the need to request permission from the creator (me) though I’d like to be tagged and credited still. Name of Au: WarrenTale Creator: the-river-person Date of Appearance: Aug 1st, 2021 Universe: WarrenTale is a Universe where Monsters and Humans live freely together within the four major cities of the Claustra Alliance. The Alliance is ruled over by an Emperor who mostly allows the city officials or rulers to each do as they see fit. Citizens are not allowed to leave the confines of the cities, which are large enough to be mostly comfortable for a lot of people, except by special rail cars which carry people to the other cities. The reason for this confinement is the Corruption. A supposed poison or infection that covers the land and deadens it, rendering it blackened or grey, and everything on it that is infected. The official reports state that the Corruption originated during the Human and Monster War and that in order to survive, Humans and Monsters formed an emergency peace treaty and created the cities with magic and technology, thus diverging WarrenTale from the main course of events of Undertale. Each city is supposed to corespond to one of the original Game’s main areas. Vandfald, the only named city thus far, is based on the Waterfall Area and features a city of colossal towers that carry layers of open-air streets and numerous districts. This cluster of towers stands in a deep gorge whose depths cannot be seen from above. Water is pumped in from below and put to use all over the city to generate power, the canals then dump it back down into the gorge via massive waterfalls. The city’s drinking and bathing water is pumped in specially to prevent any Corruption. There is still technology in this world, but its either primitive stuff or very very advanced. Little of the stuff we’d recognize remains unless its scavenged from outside the Cities and repaired to be sold by illegal merchants. The Warren is a set of twisted labyrinthine streets that are home to vagrants and vagabonds, shady dealers, persecuted minorities, criminals of various kinds, and pretty much most outcasts from the Cities. They are built to resemble the streets and styles of all four of the Cities, but are actually quite far away from all of them. Technology and Magic as old as the War was scavenged, rebuilt, and used to make numerous Gateways and Posterns that lead into the Four Cities in various locations. In the event of an incursion, these gateways can be shut down to cut off access. Denizens of the Warren see themselves as apart from the Cities and the Emperor’s rule, though not everyone sees themselves as a rebellion. Characters: Frisk: A Gender Neutral child of about twelve years of age who lives with the Dreemurr Family after having been adopted through the system at a young age (a deeply traumatic experience). Though the Dreemurrs are not cruel people and would never try to hurt anyone, they are not the most ideal parents and can sometimes be both neglectful and controlling. Madame Toriel: A charming woman, but somewhat overzealous about what she terms “climbing the social ladder”. This entails hosting large dinners and galas with all sorts of important people, especially Minister Sans. The Minister is of particular importance to her because he is Minister of Finance and Commerce for the City of Vandfald, and the Dreemurr family owns a budding trading company. She may be sweet on Sans, but its difficult to tell whether that’s real or merely a product of her ambitions. Though she sees herself as benevolent and kindly, she likes to have things her way and can aggressively micromanage everyone around her until she’s satisfied. Azzy: The child of Madame Toriel and Master Asgore. Suffers from neglect and is often ill and anxious. Whenever he’s well enough he likes to spend time out in the extensive gardens around the family house and sometimes to visit the city gardens. His favorite flower is a kind of golden blossom whose name he hasn’t found out yet, though he’s memorized the names of every other flower in the city. Master Asgore: A monster consumed by his desire for wealth, left a shell of himself. He is always working, always trying to make better trades, make new profitable deals. Driven by the need to provide a “better” life for his family, he is neglectful and absent. Though others might think him friendly and charming, he is solely focused on rising up in the world. Always rising, but never really stopping, never finding that enough is enough, and slowly losing the very things he’s certain that he’s caring for. Doggo: Surprisingly he’s an old University Professor, fired for teaching his students about dissenting views against the Alliance, the Cities, and the Emperor, about pre war history and philosophy, and about a number of things the city officials decided were “deliberately harmful to the prospects of students by taking up their time with unnecessary and outdated or irrelevant studies.” (In other words, they didn’t want to say he was a threat to the state so he got the boot). He still keeps in contact with several of his students, one of whom is Minister Sans of Vandfald City. Doggo now lives in the Warrens, and has printed several books with his knowledge (all banned by the Emperor after copies were found and confiscated by city law enforcement) under various pseudonyms. Minister Sans: For all appearances he is a respectable and upstanding Citizen. He oversees trade and business for Vandfald as well as setting the government’s budgets. However he is also well aware of the Warrens and is actively engaged in a growing resistance to the control of the Emperor. He is not publicly known to have a brother, but he cares very deeply for Papyrus and ensures that he always has more than enough to live on despite the fact they rarely see one another anymore. Papyrus: The Doorkeeper. Papyrus is rarely seen in person, spending almost all of his time in his home, hidden deep in the lower levels of Vandfald City’s towers. He has control of the mechanisms that maintain the entrances to the Warrens. Individual gates and doors can be shut by someone nearby in the Warrens. But this lonely skeleton holds the key to shut or open any or all of them whenever he wishes. How he ended up in charge of this is unknown, but he’s made it his life’s work to keep the Warrens free and the refugees living there safe. He spends so much time alone, watching the gateways, that it consumes him, driving him half mad. Sitting in the dark and staring at screens from ancient computers as old as the War of Humans and Monsters. Sans visits rarely, and ensures he has money and food and anything else he wants. Aron and Catty: Two married monsters who live in the Warrens. Traders and merchants, they sell illegally scavenged and repaired technology from the badlands beyond the city. Aron is a very handsome aquatic monster with muscular features and comes off as a used car salesman. He is deeply devoted to his Cat Monster wife and would do anything for her. She is only slightly resentful towards their situation, having come from a moderately wealthy family, but loves him just as fiercely. Despite this, they quarrel constantly, and she whacks him with whatever is on hand (really he doesn’t mind this and they both know it. It’s more for the show of getting their frustrations out.) Chilldrake: Child of the Drake family, a family who runs a restaurant in Vandfald City. His friends include Azzy, Frisk, a mouse (whose father works in the restaurant), and a monster named Suzy. Can I use this AU in my story/comic/video/art?: Yes. I only ask that I be tagged and credited! So I can come see what cool stuff you did! Can I write a story/comic or make a video for this AU that tells its story?: Sure. I don’t have a story for it. I might come back and do a one shot or two. But all stories for it are equally canon. Is Mistral Sans an official part of this AU?: He is not. Mistral visited, and ended up giving advice to Frisk and Azzy. But he won’t interfere with events here, and has told them not to mention him to anyone. He might offer them one or two pieces of advice if they really need it, but its likely he’ll be long gone before the story draws to its close. He’s just here to see what this Universe is like. Will you answer questions about this AU’s characters, places, and history?: Sure. I’d love to. Just send an ask and if I have an answer, I’ll let you know. Or if I never thought about that, I can probably figure it out in order to answer.

#WarrenTale #mistral sans #the alleyway #undertale au #community shared undertale au #alternate universe #feel free to reblog #reblogs welcome #undertale #undertale one shot #community shared au

[undertalethingems]

Bark at the Moon Chapter 9: Setup and Punchline

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Rating, Setting: Gen, Pre-canon

Chapter Warnings: None

Chapter Summary: Terrorizing Snowdin is fun enough, but Flowey wants more--where's Papyrus in all of this...?

Flowey suppressed a giggle as he hid beneath the lowest branches of a pine. Two monsters--a purple deer and a double-eared fox--were hiking just outside Snowdin. Idiots. Didn't they know there was a beast running loose?!

Flowey's smile turned jagged. There was a crack, and plumes of snow burst around the hapless monsters. Withdrawing his vines, he sent them running with a shower of pellets, delighting in their screams. He'd gotten bored of killing, but instilling fear in people was still fun and he had the perfect scapegoat.

Well, more like scape-dragon. His little rumor had done the trick. Even if he couldn't get Sans to attack, the townsfolk were so used to nothing happening it was easy to whip them into a panic. A prod here, a nudge there, a hail of bullets in between, and all of Snowdin had been buzzing within a week. He'd given it another just to really let it set in--and then let his pet go.

Flowey hadn't actually seen Sans in a while now, though he'd noticed his tracks around town and heard him howling at night. To think the toughest opponent he'd ever faced could be reduced to hiding in the shadows and relying on people's trash to get by! Though... that's more or less what all of monster kind was doing... A simple fact of life wasn't the best insult. Flowey frowned, his gloating spoiled. So much for that.

His fun over for now, he left his hiding spot to check in on the latest with the Guard. They usually met around this time to discuss the day's orders now that living in Snowdin had actually become eventful. Flowey liked keeping track of just how much chaos he'd caused, so he popped up beneath another tree and eagerly listened in.

"Undyne should be here soon, right?" Doggo was saying, and there was a rustle--presumably one of the Dogi nodding.

"We're supposed to meet with her at nine sharp. I wonder what our orders will be now that we know the beast is real," Dogamy said, and Doggo growled.

"I don't like it. We can't smell it, barely anyone's seen it--and its tracks just disappear into nowhere! Maybe it did eat Sans and stole his weird... appearing without moving thing..."

Flowey stifled a laugh. How were they all so dumb?!

Dogamy sighed. "Those brothers sure were something... at least Undyne told us Papyrus is okay."

Huh. So someone knew where Papyrus was...

"I've just gotta wonder about Sans after he was so worked up... and then he got sick, and we haven't seen him since. I hope he hasn't... you know..."

Doggo huffed. "Yeah. Damn. Oh hey--there's Greater Dog with the rest of 'em, guess it's time. Undyne's probably two steps behind 'em."

Flowey ducked a little closer to the ground to see better. He could hear the clanking of armor as Greater and Lesser Dogs trotted up with Dogaressa in tow. All the dogs shuffled around each other happily, sniffing and yipping; Flowey gagged as the Dogi kissed each other sloppily. Then someone started the morning howl, and they collectively threw their heads back to cry, their hot breath sending plumes of vapor into the chilled air.

Flowey found it all incredibly dumb.

Metal clanking rose over their voices, and their howls died away as they turned to salute their captain. She returned the gesture as she surveyed her troops, and sighed. She looked troubled.

"Anything to report before I begin?"

"No ma'am," Dogaressa replied firmly, "to our knowledge, there have been no further incidents. What are our orders for the day?"

Undyne nodded. "Right. We need to see if we can capture this... creature. It's clearly not a human, which means it has to be a monster somehow, so I don't want anyone hurting it. Whoever they are WON'T escape justice. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am!" they chorused.

"Good. Now, if it's scavenging from people's trash... that's gotta mean it's hungry."

"I can relate," Doggo murmured wryly, and Dogamy elbowed him.

"Ahem," Undyne growled, then continued. "What I was saying was, we might be able to lure it out with food. Today, I want everyone to scout out places that look promising--where there's been a lot of tracks, places that naturally make escape difficult. We're NOT letting this thing get away."

Flowey quietly scoffed--good luck with that plan. Sans wouldn't be found if he didn't want to be, and he couldn't be caught so easily either. He would know--he'd had to keep him tied up personally at all times just to keep him from disappearing on a whim. This would be hilarious. Even more so if he messed with them the whole time. The guards broke their huddle to get to work, and Flowey followed with full intent to sabotage.

He dumped snow on the Dogi, threw a stick for Greater Dog that sent him skidding across a patch of ice, and kept pulling on Doggo's tail when he wasn't looking; Undyne was harder to mess with, but he still managed to clock her in the helmet with a big icicle. By the time the morning shift was over, he'd made a thorough nuisance of himself and was quite pleased.

"Maybe this beast is actually a ghost, and they're playing poltergeist with us," Doggo growled dejectedly during one of their breaks, and Greater Dog whined in agreement.

"We'll question the ghost cousins if we have to, but I want everyone to focus on our goal," Undyne commanded. "There's already been one incident today. Let's do everything we can to make sure there's not another. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am!"

Flowey had gotten bored of messing with them, so he left them and settled for poking around town to see what other havoc he could cause while the Guard was occupied. There wasn't much--everyone had taken to keeping their things and themselves indoors, so the most he could do was tap on windows and scratch at walls. But not being able to see the fear on his victim's faces took the fun out of it, and he grew bored of that too. He might as well wait for Undyne to get home so he could find out where Papyrus was.

He wasn't sad to exchange Snowdin's ice for Waterfall's mud, popping up in the corridor just outside Undyne's home. He'd hang out here, then maybe catch her attention as she passed by.

The wait was almost unbearable, but he finally heard her clanking down the passage and wriggled with excitement. Finally, he'd be able to question her--wait, where was she going? She'd passed by and continued down the hall. Flowey lowered a brow, and ducked down to follow her. At one point he overshot--she'd stopped somewhere behind him, at a cleft in the rock walls that wasn't really a path. She sprang up, and he burrowed as fast as he could to catch up before he lost sight of her completely.

He came out in time to see her finish vaulting up the walls and frowned. It could take him hours to find a route through the rock... but he didn't want to keep sitting around. He wanted--needed--to know what Undyne was doing, because this pathway was new. He grit his teeth, and sent out his roots to feel for weak points in the rock.

He finally emerged on a landing some twenty feet above the spot he'd left, and muddy boot prints confirmed this was where Undyne had come through. He peered down the corridor they led into, and cautiously made his way forward. There wouldn't be so many places to hide here--but not far from the exit, he found a nook between a few stalagmites and hung back, listening as Undyne spoke.

"Yeah, sorry about that. There's just... a lot going on with this investigation. Nothing serious, don't worry! But it's got the Guard all worked up and someone's gotta keep 'em on task, y'know?"

"Of course!" Papyrus replied.

Flowey frowned. Papyrus was way out here? Why?!

"Are you sure I can't help yet?"

"No, we can handle it," Undyne replied firmly. "We're close to a breakthrough, I can feel it!"

He heard Papyrus huff. "I'm sure your investigation would be over instantly if I helped, but fine... Anyway! You wanted a sparring session tonight!"

"YEAH! Gotta stay sharp, especially now that there's an active threat. Plus, you're perfect for helping me against--" Undyne cut herself off.

"Against anything!" Papyrus supplied.

"Yeah," Undyne agreed. "Alright, let's get into positions... and, whenever you're ready!"

Flowey heard the familiar ping of a blue attack, and Undyne was already laughing eagerly.

"Right off the bat! Hell yeah, bring it ON!"

Flowey listened to them clash, wishing there was some way to watch--but he hadn't found any more weak points in the surrounding rock. Drilling straight through would take forever--they'd be done by then. So he sat back and listened, and flinched at the hum of a 'special attack'. Flowey shook his head. 'Gaster Blaster' was a cooler name than that, but he never could get Papyrus to use it.

"Hah! You're hardly TRYING!" Undyne taunted as she undoubtedly summoned a ton of spears. "Now, dodge THIS!"

He could almost picture Papyrus darting around each crashing spear--but the sounds he heard didn't match. They were scratchy, clicky, came too close together to make sense with his mental image. Flowey furrowed his brow. What the heck was Papyrus doing? Walking on bone stilts?

A raspy yelp startled him from his thoughts.

"Oh geez, sorry!" Undyne called. "Are you okay?"

More clicking sounds, and Papyrus cleared his throat. "Yes! I was simply startled by that arrangement, that's all! It was very good!"

"Fuhuhuhu, thanks! I based it on a thing Alphys showed me--I'm gonna surprise the humans by using their own tactics against them!"

"Clever! It certainly caught me off guard! But soon! I'll be on the Guard! Nyeh heh heh heh heh!"

Undyne burst out laughing. "Not so fast! You gotta get through me first, punk! Come on! Prove you've got what it takes!"

Their sparring match began anew, and Flowey continued to eavesdrop. Papyrus seemed to be using his special attack more often than usual--maybe he was getting over thinking he had to 'save it' to keep it special. But... oddly... it sounded like Undyne was holding back? For all her boasting, he could hear it--she wasn't using as many spears as she usually did.

Papyrus confirmed it. "Hmph! You tell me to go all out! But you! You're holding back on me! You think I can't take it?"

"No!"

Papyrus gave an offended gasp. "You don't?!"

"No! That's not what I meant!" Undyne retorted. "I meant 'no' I think you can! I just! Don't--I don't feel like it! Ngaaaah!"

Well, that sounded like the usual number of spears.

"See! I knew you could do better!" Papyrus cheered when the salvo was over. "I even got hit a few times! But this battle isn't over yet!"

"... I dunno, Papyrus. I don't wanna hurt you anymore."

A huff. "You keep saying that! Or things like it! I know you're a very strong monster--you're the Captain! But! You seem to be afraid of everyone else hurting me too, and though it's true I don't wish to be seen, that is not the same... as being able to handle myself in battle! Nyeh!"

Undyne grunted, apparently taken off-guard by his attack. Flowey pondered his words--he didn't want to be seen? He was Papyrus, he always wanted to be seen...

"That's not it!" Undyne grunted. "It's--attacking you right now... feels like attacking a puppy!"

There was a long pause as the battle ground to a halt, but Papyrus finally spoke.

"... I see."

"No, I mean--it's just--you're already so nice! And then, everything that's happened getting you down--I dunno, it doesn't feel fair anymore."

"Our fights are very fair, Undyne! Perhaps the most fair! I am not, despite appearances, a puppy, but a very capable and dedicated warrior!"

Despite appearances!? Flowey's mind raced. If he was right--no, no, he needed to see. He hoped this little chat would wrap up soon, it was getting in the way!

Undyne sighed heavily. "I know, but... Listen, forget I said anything. You're a great fighter. There's just been a bunch of junk that doesn't make sense lately. Let's head home and get dinner, that'll clear both our heads."

"... Okay. I'm sure whatever feelings you're struggling with will be subdued by punching vegetables!"

"Yeah! Need any help packing up?"

"No, I can manage!"

Flowey cheered internally, then ducked back and waited. He could hear Undyne's armor clanging as she approached, and the rustling as Papyrus gathered up whatever stuff he had. And then, more clicking, a steady rhythm against the cavern floor. Flowey practically vibrated with excitement as it grew louder, nearer. The hall darkened briefly as Undyne filled the entrance then passed, and then it darkened again--though not as much, and Flowey kept his eyes riveted to the opening.

Oh.

OH.

There it was. Flowey watched, tucked in his corner, as a tall skeletal creature walked by with an easy grace, its slender claws clicking on the stone. It carried its long head high, with bright orange eye lights reflecting on the corridor walls. A red scarf was draped around its neck, some sort of brightly patterned sash or skirt wrapped around its hips, and a light satchel was slung from its tall dorsal spines. A long, whiplike tail trailed behind, flicking idly as it walked.

Flowey almost couldn't believe his eyes as he passed by, but there was no mistake. It was so familiar, but different. No wonder Sans hadn't been bothered by threats of Papyrus finding out what he was... because he was like that too. They were both freaks who didn't want anyone finding out. A wide grin spread on Flowey's face, and he ducked out to go somewhere private--somewhere he could laugh freely.

Oh, this was all too perfect! He had to do something with this--and already had the groundwork laid out. Now, to figure out just how to use it...

#undertalethingem writes #bark at the moon fic #gaster blaster au #flowey (undertale) #Undyne (undertale) #papyrus (undertale) #flowey is a jerk as usual! yaaaay....

[thesummerisacurse]

Monday and the Bad Case Of Demonic Possessions: Part 3

3. KitKat- Hellhound On the Loose (Not the First Time)

Summary:  A favourite Hellhound goes missing and Monday calls in some favours.

Warnings: Swearing

After my show had ended and I felt like it, I decided that it was time to actually start looking for my favourite Hellhound, KitKat. KitKat was different, to say the least, he was my favourite and Luci’s too and he had a tendency to escape Hell and his kennel with all the other little Hellhound puppies. This wasn’t the first time that KitKat escaped, he’s already escaped four times this year and countless other times in the time he’s been around.

Like always, I start by trying to track down rouge crossroad deals to see if KitKat wanted to drag some people down to Hell. That’s what it was last time but so far it was looking like something else. Maybe he got bored of Hell. I did and that’s why I spend all my time up here, fixing up demon’s mess but the views sure do beat Hell by a long shot. I couldn’t find any links between rogue crossroads deals and the places that KitKat had been. See KitKat had a thing for leaving things (dead people) in his path and so far my contacts had nothing which meant I might have to call in a favour.

I hated calling in my favour. I had millions to call in but I always save them for dire situations, for example, the apocalypse or if I die, or if I get kicked out of this job, not finding lost Hellhounds but it’s time to use one.

One of the favours I have been keeping for a very long time is from a crossroads demon called Nyla. I saved her ass from a lifetime of torture due to a small misunderstanding between her and a prince of Hell called Azazel. He wanted her to pay for her mistake but I said that I would torture her for the rest of her days and well conveniently ‘died’ a few days later and she owes me one now.

I did not want to do this in the slightest but I needed to find this stupid dog or my head was going to be served on a silver platter and feed to Luci. I don’t want that to happen just yet.

I was going to do this the old fashioned way. I wasn’t going to call Nyla and say ‘What up? I’m here to call in my favour from a few centuries ago’. No, I was going to be a bit dramatic. I was going to go to the crossroads and try to sell my non-existent soul to Nyla. Yep, I’m way too dramatic these days. Stupid T.V shows.

I showed up at the first crossroads I could find. It was quite easy actually. I knew where every crossroad was. It was quite simple how to sell your soul for a wish, all you need is a small box with a picture of you in it, graveyard dirt and a bone from a black cat, place it all in then bury it at the centre of the crossroad then wait for a demon to show. I did all that then wrote a little note in Enochian, language mainly used by angels (stupid winged sons of bitches (Demons know Enochian but we don’t use it too much but I do because I like to piss of angels. Raziel can suck my dick) saying that I want Nyla to do the deal. Now comes the waiting.

Normally, it takes longer than five seconds for a crossroads demon to get out of Hell and to the crossroads but Nyla was here now. She was a basic crossroads bitch. Made to look hot so guys would sell their soul.

“You know that there are easier ways to contact me then via a deal, Monday,” Nyla commented in a wonderful accent.

“Yeah I know but I’m dramatic and you know that Nyla,” I said.

All the crossroads demons like me. Most of them I saved from being tortured for the rest of their lives. They all love me now and if Hell needs a Queen, it would be me. I know a few demons who wouldn’t like that but I don’t care.

Nyla and I talked about using my favour to help get a lock on where this stupid Hellhound might be and what he’s doing. Why can’t he just wander back to Hell himself? She agreed to help me find this stupid little shit and off we went on this adventure.

I should mention that this adventure was not done in the normal ways, like car or train or plane, it was done as the smoke clouds that we really are. It was easier that way, we could fly and it made looking for a Hellhound five times easier.

It took a while but we found KitKat’s vague location. This stupid puppy was nowhere near where I was and I didn’t have a body right now. Once Nyla and I were back inside the bodies, we went our separate ways, her back to Hell and me to the wonderful city of San Diego. All I have to do was snap my fingers and I was there.

I once again got into the best hotel and took the best room. I got into some FBI databases thanks to an inside agent that I placed there myself (think of it as a sort of witness protection). These FBI agents had been looking into a bunch of dog attacks in the city. The victims barely made it out alive and had told the agents that they were attacked by something invisible. I knew that I had to go and talk to them. Now it’s time to play dress-up again.

Once I had become an FBI agent, I went and talked to the real FBI about these attacks. I talked to the best-looking agent, agent smith, about these attacks and he gave me all the information that I needed to prove that it was that Hellhound piece of shit, KitKat, then I disappeared.

I got out of dress-up gear and turned on the T.V to watch some stupid show about cops and all that crap. It wasn’t horrible but I used it more like background noise, so I could start writing up Jess’ report and send it to Luci. I completely ignored writing Jared’s because it was very work in progress.

Once the reports were done, I went to bed. Well, demons don’t need sleep but I like it. One time, I slept for five weeks and people thought I was dead. It was fun. I like to sleep because time seems passes faster and it reminds me of Hell. One month in Hell time is equivalent to 10 human months.

It was about three in the morning when I woke up. It was easier to search for my Hellhound. Don’t ask why with the time but it was easier to do things at night or early morning sometimes.

I found the best looking car and took it. It was easy to find KitKat once I got a trace of him. It only took a short period of time before I found him. He was in some backyard. I stole a laptop from the house and looked up the residents. They were the Miltons. Nice, quiet family with two kids, one boy, and one girl, and they had a dog called Kat. That’s where KitKat was. I got out of the car and went to retrieve my dog.

It was quite easy to find KitKat. Well to everyone else, he’s invisible but I’m a demon so I can see him. He was asleep with a tiny little poof of a dog tucked up with him. I walked over to KitKat and he woke up and bounced over to me. Stupid mut, I love him. He was happy to see me. He must have gotten lost. Sad doggo. Now I was going to be mean.

“You stupid dog, do you know how much I have looked for you? Luci sent me here to find you and what are you doing? You are asleep with some poof that’s not even a dog! I thought that you would be killing human or making half breeds but no you stupid dog I love you and don’t do that again okay?” I ranted and KitKat whimpered in agreement.

I put KitKat in the car and we drove to the edge of the city where I made a call and used another favour. This demon owed me a lot and using one favour wouldn’t hurt me. This demon was Amy. Amy was a demon but no ordinary demon. He was a great president of Hell who had about thirty-six legions of demons under his command and he was one of the few higher-ranked demons who liked me in my position. He supported me and he owed me a fair few favours, so I called him. Hell has its own telecom services. They don’t work too well.

“Yo Amy, can you send someone to open the gate, I have KitKat,”

“Yes, Luce’s dog, and I want to give him back so my head isn’t cut off,”

“Okay fine, I’ll wait but make sure he goes to Luci or someone who will give him to Luci,”

“You’ll do it, great tell him I said Hi,”

It was pretty one-sided. Amy didn’t talk much and demons can communicate via thoughts but I prefer speech.

I waited a moment and a hole opened in the ground and Amy appeared. He said thanks and took KitKat back home.

Once the gate waws shut, I called Luci. He picked up quickly.

“If this is about returning KitKat, I know, He’s sitting on my lap,” He said.

Okay, I knew that KitKat was a favourite but I didn’t know he was the favourite favourite. You learn something new every day.

“Yeah it was about KitKat but since he’s fine, I’ll leave you two along. Bye!” I hung up. I did not want to become involved in that love fest.

After a long day of Hellhound hunting all I wanted was a nice cocktail and some doughnuts and a good movie. Something that I always do is watch horror movies. It’s cliched but I’m a demon and I can complain about the acting and how it’s all fake and that not a single person in those movies would be able to survive a night in a haunted house, not even Jared’s house which is pretty basic.

The first horror movie that I found, I started to watch. Well, I didn’t get to watch much of it because my stupid phone started to ring again. I swear to something if it’s Luci asking me to do something I will hang up. I grabbed the phone off the bed and it was Jared. That was a surprise.

“What do you want?”

“There are teens coming to the house and they know how to perform an exorcism,”

That’s bad. That is very bad. Scrap bad, it was the worst thing that could be happening to Jared right now.

“On my way,” This is not what I want to be doing up duty calls.

#original fiction #monday and the bad case of demonic possessions #monday #lucifer #demons #angels #heaven #hell #adventure #original character(s) #original character-centric #action/adventure #supernatural elements #evil angels #good demons #heaven and hell #POV first person #part three #my writing #summer is a curse writing

[antarestyl]

Grillby’s

My contribution to the “Where is Grillby?” thing. Just a short fic. Enjoy! :D

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„Sooo... you sure you got everything?“ asked Sans as he eyed Grillby packing his small suitcase into his car. “Forgot nothing?”

“... I have everything important.” answered Grillby softly while closing his car. He came around to Sans one more time, a smile under his flickering flames. “You will be alright here?”

Sans shrugged, putting his hands into the pockets of his hoody. “Eh, I'll be alright.” he chuckled, closing his left eye in a wink. “I've done something similar before at my old place.”

“You said you worked as a scientist...”

“I worked WITH a scientist.” corrected Sans, winking again. “And sold hotdogs to get some money in.”

Grillby nodded slowly. Selling Hotdogs and managing a whole store are different things of course but he trusted Sans to do the right things.

“Thank you again... for doing this on such a short notice...”

“Ah, no problem, Grillby.” Sans said slowly, smiling at the flame. “I was planning on moving here anyway. Your request just gave me the kick in the tailbone I needed to get going. Papyrus will love it here too. We'll be fine. You just go and get to your family. Say hi to your mom for me, okay?”

Grillby chuckled again and pulled Sans into a warm hug. “I will.” he said. “Thank you.”

“See ya in a week, buddy.” Sans mumbled before letting go. Grillby walked to his car, getting in and starting the engine, looking back at Sans standing in front of his shop. It somehow looked right.

Sans waved at him as Grillby drove away and Grillby felt himself relaxing. It was fine, he trusted Sans and when he came back, they would be time for everything else.

Grillby fell into his old bed in the room he grew up to several hours later, utterly exhausted from the long drive and his family in general. He loved them all of course but they could be intense and not just in heat.

His phone beeped. Grillby blinked as he pulled it up, looking at the screen telling him he got a message from Sans.

Hey ya. I changed the sign. The looks on the people's faces were priceless.

After the message there were several photos attatched. The first one showed somebody (probably Sans) having taped over the “Grillby's” on the sign at his shop and forming 'Sans while using the last 'S of the sign to make the S in Sans and the rest with orange tape. It looked utterly ridiculous and made Grillby chuckle out loud.

Some other pictures were clearly taken from the inside facing out of the window, showing several of his regulars staring at the sign in mixes of awe, shock, disbelief and bafflement.

Doggo's expression was the best, to be honest.

After a healthy laugh from the pictures Grillby typed his own messages.

These are great. You had that planed from the day I asked you to mind the shop?

Nah, that would have been to much work. I just found some tape yesterday. You like them?

They just brightened up my day. Thank you.

No problem. With everything, you need some good laughs.

Just promise me you won't replace all my stock with joke stuff.

Na, just the eggs, Grills.

Grillby chuckled again at that, shaking his head. He cuddled a bit more into his bed, feeling more and more tired.

Alright. I am sorry but I am getting really tired.

Hey, then get your sleep on, hot stuff. Just relax I got everything. Oh, and Papyrus says hi.

Tell him hi back. And I will. Goodnight Sans.

Night, Grills.

The next day Grillby received a selfy from Sans and Toriel. Grillby had known Toriel for a while now. She was the headteacher of the school and the mother of the only human in town. Grillby didn't know Kris very well but he heard some stuff and heard about the trouble Toriel had with them from time to time. Also, everybody in town had heard about the rather messy breakup between her and Asgore... just thinking about it made Grillby uncomfortable.

Well it looked like Sans could connect to the goatmonster pretty well.

Hey Grills, today I met this awesome lady. She got the best puns I tell you. She is like the pun-soul-mate I never had.

It is nice that you found a friend.

Yeah she is awesome. But uh... people looked a bit strange at her and now at me? Is there a story?

Yes. Nobody really wants to talk about it. There was a messy breakup between her and her ex-husband. Also there she adopted a human years back.

A human you say?

Yes, Kris. I am sure you will met them at some point, they sometimes come to the shop with Toriel. Anyway, because of that many people don't like to approach Toriel.

Sounds kinda stupid. But thank you for telling me. Welp, gotta go now, this shop thing sure is a lot of work, how do you do that all the time?

With a lot determination.

Ha-ha wiseguy.

Sans sent him again a picture, showing him making a face but still grinning.  

Talk to you tomorrow then?

Of course. Oh, and my mother said to tell you hi from her. She hopes next time we're coming together.

Yeah, I hope so too. Have a good one Grills.

You too Sans.

They continued like that a few more days, Sans sending Grillby pictures and updates from the town and the shop while Grillby tried to keep Sans up to date too, sending pictures himself as well as videos from the nine cats living on his mothers property.

Hey Grills. Today was kinda strange. Sans wrote him one day.

Strange?

I met the human today. Kris. They were pretty strange.

How so?

They talked to me as if they knew me. I tested them and told them to come to me the next day because I wanted to show them something and they were like... on board, no questions asked. To a total stranger! Also some other people told me they were acting especially strange that day, as if they were seeing things for the first time.

That really sounds strange. Also you sound worried.

Na, I am not. Just a bit unsettled and stuff. Are you still alright?

I am Sans. I am almost finished here too, I'll be back in two days.

Heh, I am looking forward to that.

Me too.

Sans looked up from his text and out of the window of his shop, something like a forgotten memory rattling around in his skull. Something was happening. Something was coming.

Maybe it was time to make some more phonecalls.

#Deltarune #Undertale #Grillby #Sans #Sansby #Where is Grillby? #fanfic #Undertale fanfic #Deltarune fanfic

[torimom2010]

In the ongoing saga of The Life of Charlie the impossible beagle, we bring you a new chapter.

Soooo... as you all know Charlie is not allowed to stay home by himself. If we did, there may not be a home to come home to. (For previous examples see earlier chapters..) So we were hurrying on our way to work. All three of us going different directions. Tori, running late to her job as a manager, Jeff to his job as the overseer of the warehouse, and me to make the burritos. (Olé) Mr doggo had to go to his favorite doggie sitter business.

So Jeff put his collar on, and leashed him up sans harness. I questioned the intelligence behind the no harness but didn't want to irritate him and out the door Charlie, Jeff and I went while Tori was hurrying around gathering her things to leave separately.

We go to the doggo day care while Charlie is barking at EVERYTHING out the window.

Jeff got out and let him do his last minute business, while I pulled forward to the door.

Jeff gets Charlie through the door with no issues. But as he comes back to the car, red flags were flying.

Why did they give you his leash and collar?

Do they not remember how hard it is to wrangle this beast? Just as Jeff opens the door, out the door pops Charlie with a pregnant worker in hot pursuit. He has figured out how to open the two, yes two, front doors. (Dang nabbit!)

Down the stairs he came pleased as punch. Then took one look at Jeff, one look back, and off he went... again.

Down into the woods. Again. Crap. So Jeff followed, worker apologizes, and I took off in the car to try to head him off the back way. Stupid stupid stupid. (New worker=does not know Charlie.)

So here we went again just like the last time, trying to get him back to the car. I circle back because now I've lost not only the dog, but Jeffrey too. As I sit in the car in the parking lot, I hear doggo barking. But he is nowhere to be seen. As I sit there, one of the workers runs out in her pj's and flip-flops. (She stays overnight for overnight dogs.) Down into the wooded area she goes.

I circle back through the neighborhood at the backside of the woods, asked a very nice couple of they had seen him. They change directions and head back toward the creek area too. I see the daycare worker and told her the last time he was down by the creek, so she turns around and goes back in.

I finally find my husband and he heads back as well. I circle back around the neighborhood (its 2 different properties that don't connect.) And see Jeff come out with disgraced doggo. We pop him into the car. Now to find the daycare worker... we ran into the couple to let them know we found him. They gave him doggo treats and head scratches. Charlie things he's the bomb dignity. We circle around until we find the daycare worker and take her back with us to the doggy daycare.

Once again locked away, behind 3 doors, Charlie is back. We picked him up later, and aside from all the burrs and a slight limp, he seems like he's pretty dang proud of himself.

So now, Charlie has mastered dog crates, oven doors, refrigerators, gated rooms, and now business double doors. Anyone know how to fence this idiot up? Lol.

PS He no longer is allowed out without the new harness that was replaced because he chewed through the last one. Jeff has maybe learned this lesson for the second time. Sigh.

[drundertalescum]

Hey for the mini fic thing, how about Underswap pap been unable to sleep for some reason so he sits on his bed, smoking because why not and thinks about something, like a really bad joke thing that his tired mind thinks is hella hilarious so he bursts out laughing and almost drop his cigarette onto his bed, maybe?

This went somewhere else entirely. Blame it on me being tired and my sleepy mind thinking it was funny. It’s probably not. I am very sorry.

Warnings for some vague potential emetophobia triggers and rated D for Drugs. Also extraordinarily bad decision making.

(Also this ended up WAY longer than I wanted it to be because i had sleep-deprived ideas and I couldn’t resist my USPapyrus-is-the-biggest-dork-of-all headcanons.)

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It was 3am again, and Papyrus could not sleep a wink.

That wasn’t unusual. He’d always had trouble sleeping, and once upon a time, he’d accepted that completely. Night had always been working time, where he’d take himself to the shed and build prototypes and personal projects and things to impress his bosses… but those days were long gone.

Plus, Sans had really been after him lately about sleeping more, eating better, making healthy choices, etc etc etc. So, Papyrus figured he should at least try to sleep for once.

Healthy choices. Healthy, healthy choices. For his health. Which was important.

…

Papyrus was gonna do drugs.

Yeah.  Yeah, he was going to take a drugs now. Or… uh… okay, he didn’t know the “lingo” for doing illicit substances, but he was going to do it.

See, there was this guy in town, Doggo, who ran the Inn. Super nice guy, never once laughed at him, and sometimes they smoked together. Papyrus was hesitant to use the “F word” and risk making it weird, but they had become pretty good acquaintances over the years they’d known each other. They would talk sometimes in Muffet’s, or Doggo would let him stay in the Inn for free sometimes when he was ducking responsibilities he couldn’t quite face right then and there.

Doggo and him would usually just share cigarettes together, but on occasion, the innkeeper would pull out something else to smoke: a dog treat. He’d offered him a try, said they were great for relaxing, unwinding, great for the “bad days” and Papyrus… well, he’d been very tempted. He did have a lot of bad days, though he didn’t like to admit it, but he’d declined at the time for fear of embarrassing himself. What if it was like the first time he smoked, coughing and choking and looking decidedly uncool?

No thanks.

But he’d been intrigued, and a few days ago, he nervously went into the Dogi’s shop to grab a few things, but really just the one thing (the others were distractions, a clever ruse!): Dog treats. He didn’t know which ones were the good kind, so he just bought the cheap ones, trying not to draw attention to himself and his illicit items (which were sold over the counter? In broad daylight?? The whole town had to be in on it… a drug conspiracy right under the Queen’s snout! And now he was a part of it! He felt dangerous! And cool! And a part of something! It was awesome.) He did a good job. C+ for effort, he thought. Maybe flinging himself out of the window to leave quickly and stealthily was not the best option, in the end. He’d thought it was open? It wasn’t. So he’d had to stumble back in and sheepishly offer to pay for a new one. They hadn’t been too mad about it, though. He guessed they were used to it.

He had intended to smoke one that very night, but he’d chickened out. And again the next night, and again, and again.

But now, well, they helped with bad days, right? Well, while the day had been fine, the night had been miserable, and he really could use something to unwind.

So tonight was the night. Papyrus was going to do drugs. Illegally.

Wow… he really had fallen, hadn’t he? No. No, no, nevermind, that didn’t, he wasn’t going to think about that. He was going to think about how cool he would look when Doggo offered him a treat and he accepted. He was going to think about how much sleep he was going to get once he finally unwound. Sleep champion. Sleep master. Master of the sleep. And the illicit substances.

Sans was hoping to be so disappointed if he ever found out… No! No no no! Not thinking about that! No! Stop! Bad thoughts! Begone!

Shoo!

Okay. Okay, this proved it. He needed it. He couldn’t turn his mind off no matter how much he wanted to sometimes, and this was probably what he needed.

Forcing himself to move quickly before he lost his nerve again, Papyrus pulled out his lighter and lit up the treat. This part came with practiced ease, though the lighting part took quite a bit longer than lighting up dry leaves and paper. This thing was kinda thick and slightly oily (and the thought of that made him feel sick, but he wouldn’t think about it. He just wouldn’t think about it.) which made his task a bit harder, but it didn’t last long enough to let the doubts back in.

Those waited until after he took his first drag, and it was exactly as awful as he’d imagined it might be– and then some.

Bleh!!

But… he forced himself not to think about it as he took a second, longer, slower drag, trying to savor the intense flavors. And… it… was…

…still awful, but maybe an acquired taste? And maybe he could acquire it. The texture wasn’t quite as bad on second try, and he was feeling… maybe a little more relaxed? Just a bit. But these things took a bit to kick in (probably. At least they did on TV.) and if it helped, then…

Yeah, actually, yeah. He felt calmer. Lighter, now. Suddenly the stress about this all wasn’t so bad, and he wasn’t as nervous, and that was a very great result to have.

Papyrus leaned back on his bed, thinking pleasantly about very little besides just how nice this was, to not have to worry about every little thing, if only for a little while. How long did these last, anyway? He didn’t know, and maybe that should have scared him, but it didn’t. He could accept waiting a little while, being a little more mellow for a bit, instead of just pretending to be all the time.

Yeah, that was a really nice thought. Wowie, all his thoughts he’d had since he started smoking this had been really nice! He got the appeal now, even more than he already had.

It still tasted awful of course. His expression with every drag was likely rather uncool, so trying this alone had been a smart move (at least a smart move for his cool, casual reputation. He wasn’t far gone enough to not realize that this decision was in most other ways not a smart move.), but he was becoming more used to it, and his winces were getting easier and easier to hide.

Maybe the next time he did this, he would look really cool, really practiced and great, and everyone would think he was a seasoned veteran of drugs. King of the drugs. Or was that technically treasonous to say? At the very least, it wasn’t very nice, the real king being missing and all. Duke of the drugs? He didn’t think there was a duke anywhere that he would be insulting by taking on that title, so that was probably a better fit.

Duke Papyrus, Duke of the Drugs. Drug Duke.

Drug Duke Papyrus!

He giggled to himself. He didn’t know why it was so funny, but it was. It was so, so funny.

The giggles escalated into chuckles, then full-on laughter, and it only got worse, until he clamped his hands over his jaws to stop the sound from getting loud enough to wake up Sans, and for some reason that made it even funnier still, because how the heck was he going to explain this one? That he was cracking up laughing at a dumb name he just came up with because the letters both started with D. Was that even why he was laughing?

Nyeh heh heh!!! He didn’t know but it was funny! It was funny that it was so funny and it was funny that being so funny was just so funny to him because it normally wouldn’t be funny if it wasn’t for all the hardcore drugs, and “drugs” just made him think it the words once again, and thus the cycle repeated until he was crying, fully aware in the back of his mind that this was dumb, this was ridiculous, this was just stupid and incredibly uncool no matter how many drugs were involved, but the rest of his mind (the drugged part? Probably) refused to let reason in on this moment, because it was a good, nice moment, free of self-consciousness and anxiety and restlessness and self-conscious anxiety about restlessness.

So he ignored that voice for a while and laughed. He nearly lost the treat through the giggles, catching it only at the last second and falling off the bed in the process with a clatter of bone on wood.

And normally, that would be the part where he thought about how stupid he must look, how ridiculous and uncool. But instead, he thought about how stupid he must look, how ridiculous and uncool, and he laughed. Because it was funny. He was being silly, and it was actually funny.

A knock came at the door, jerking him out of his laughter but not quite out of hit nice mood.

“…Papyrus? You okay in there…??”

“YES I AM PAPYRUS I AM FINE!!!”

“… Did you fall off the bed?”

“YES BUT IT– I’m fine! I just… um. Well I guess I just fell. Huh.”

“Did you… did you have a nightmare again?”

“Nah, just… I swear, I’m fine, brother. Bro. I’m totally fine.”

“… alright, well, just make sure you get some sleep, okay? Healthy choices, like we talked about?”

Papyrus glanced down at the treat in his hand, feeling the joy roll over in his soul into something more akin to guilt, mixed with nausea, elevated mood crashing down into something murky and awful.

“YEAH bro. I was JUST laying BACK down. GOOD NIGHT, SANS!”

He thought he heard a sigh from the other side of the door. Was he really that obvious? “…Night, Papyrus”

He heard the slippered footsteps padding down the hall and let out a sign of his own. What the hell was he doing? Sitting around in his room, doing this stuff? This was dumb. And now he felt sick. And he didn’t really feel quite so goofy and giddy and light anymore. Just tired and guilty and sick.

Really sick, actually.

He shoved down a feeling that threatened to come up. Oh no. What if he was going to die?

Oh no. He was going to die.

He quickly weighed the options in his head, and again, and again, before finally deciding to swallow his pride. He pulled out his cell phone. It was, marginally, better to be alive and uncool than dead and (perhaps) somewhat cool.

Marginally.

He called up Doggo. If anyone would know what to do, he would.

It felt like it rung forever, but finally the answer came, and he immediately attempted to explain the entire thing, from misguided start to his imminent death, blathering on incoherently and with no real direction, but talking faster than he ever had outside of the laboratory.

He cursed the drugs for making him sound so inarticulate. Normally, he was articulate as heck when he needed to be. Sort of. He was better than this, at least!

(…God, he was better than this. He was so much better than this.)

“Whoa, whoa, pup, slow down. Take it easy. Breathe with me. C’mon. Deep breaths, okay?” Doggo demonstrated and Papyrus nodded, only to feel a flush of what was either embarrassment or illness when he realized Doggo couldn’t see him through the phone. That wasn’t a normal thing. At least he couldn’t see his blushing. “Good, good. Alright. Now, you said you took something?”

“D-DOG TREAT,” he replied, not even trying to suppress his natural tone, only quieting his volume enough to ensure that Sans wouldn’t hear, even if he hadn’t gotten back to sleep. The walls weren’t very thick.

“ Okay, okay good, I see why you called me, then. You made a good decision, okay? I can help you through this,” Doggo’s mostly-soothing voice broke into an inaudible mumble for a moment, and Papyrus could just barely read out the words “bad trip” from out all. Oh no. He was having a bad trip. That couldn’t be good. He didn’t know what that meant but it couldn’t be good at all. “Where’d you get it?”

“D-DOGI.”

“…you what?”

The guilt was too much. “I KNOW, I KNOW. I PURCHASED ILLICIT SUBSTANCES IN BROAD, OPEN DAYLIGHT FROM THE LOCAL GENERAL STORE. I’VE GONE ROGUE; I’M SORRY! IF I SURVIVE I WILL NEVER TAKE A DRUG AGAIN.”

“… The Dogi don’t deal, Papyrus.”

“WHAT? OF COURSE THEY DEAL? THEY DEALED! RIGHT THERE IN THE OPEN! IN FRONT OF THE COUNTER! AT EYE LEVEL WITH CHILDREN! DRUGS! THEY DEALED ME RIGHT THERE, AND THE DEAL WAS TOO MUCH FOR ME, DOGGO. THE DEAL WAS TOO MUCH! I AM DYING. I AM HIGH AND I AM DYING.”

“What was the name on the label?”

He paused to think. Why did that matter? “…CHEWY-CHEWY GOODBOYS.”

Doggo rolled his eyes at the name, a look of disgust on his face. Oh no. He didn’t pick the cool drugs. Doggo thought he wasn’t cool.

“Those ain’t drugged. They aren’t even good.” He mumbled, “they take the name of the Good Boy in vain,” too, but Papyrus didn’t hear it, caught up on processing the first part of that.

“… What exactly do you mean, they aren’t drugged? They're… they’re dog treats?”

“Papyrus… my ‘treats’ aren’t actually… they aren't… they’re special. I buy them out of town from some crazy guy in Waterfall.” Papyrus wondered for a split second before he cut off the train of thought. He wasn’t going to even consider that possibility. There were probably plenty of crazy guys who lived in Waterfall. Besides he was dying, so that was something he needed to focus on right now. “It’s good stuff, but they aren’t actual dog treats. They just look like it so I can keep em hidden. I don’t actually smoke dog treats; they’re dog treats.”

“Then why do… WHAT… uh… WHY ARE THE dog treats SO popular, thEn? If THEY AREN'T…?”

“Because we’re dogs, Papyrus. We like treats.”

Papyrus blinked. “Uncool” did not come close to how he was feeling right now. It was all so obvious. “…S-SO… THE REAL DRUGS WERE INSIDE OF ME ALL ALONG?”

Doggo laughed, then, strong and loud, but Papyrus got the impression, at least, that he was laughing at his words and not directly at him. “I guess you could say that! Something like that!”

“I AM AN IDIOT.”

“Nah, trust me, I been there. You just made some mistakes. Listen, you good to walk down here to the Inn?”

“Uh… WHY?”

“You said you were sick, right? And they may not have had drugs in them but you still smoked everything else that was in that crap. You might have imagined the high but you probably didn’t imagine the sickness, and you probably don’t wanna explain this one too that brother of yours, do ya?”

“N-NO. No, I really don’t. I’LL UH… I’ll pack an overnight bag and head over. I’ll be there in a little under 12 minutes.”

“Alright, I’ll keep the back unlocked for you.”

Papyrus smiled weakly, feeling the roiling in his core again. “Thanks, Doggo. You’re a really good dog!”

“Heh, hey no problem, Papyrus. That’s what friends are for, right? See ya in 12.”

“S-SEEYA!!!”

The call ended.

Papyrus smiled again, a little stronger, this time. The F word hadn’t made it weird at all! It had already been too weird to make weirder! A success story!

He didn’t really have much time to enjoy that, though, because he was definitely very much about to be sick.

…maybe he would look into this “healthy choices” thing a little closer after the mess that was tonight.

[dragonasheswrites-blog]

The Heaven We Didn’t Choose, Chapter 11: In Which Dinner is Delivered

...To a very hungry and very confused ambassador.

First: Chapter 1: In Which a Child Makes a Friend

Previous: Chapter 10: The Trouble With Letting Go

Next: Chapter 12: In Which Leaves are Crunched

Click here for the story overview.

Sans scrubbed at his bowl, giving a little grin when the cheese sauce came off without too much fuss.  That had been his mistake the first time they made mac ‘n cheese: he’d left the dishes for later, and had wound up getting in trouble with Boss when the sauce took too long to scrub off.

As long as he didn’t think about how much work he was doing it wasn’t too bad, really.  Attie usually followed him around everywhere and insisted on helping, so he didn’t have to do everything himself, either.

“Dry,” he said, handing the bowl off to his helper.  She took it from him, tongue between her teeth, and carefully rubbed a dry dish towel over it.

“Done!” she declared, placing it with over-exaggerated care on top of a small stack of other dishes.  “Can I wash the silverware?”

“Sure,” he said.  He peeled off his rubber gloves (he’d found out the hard way that food, water, and bones don’t mix well) and handed them over.  Attie swapped her towel for the gloves and carefully put them on, stretching her tiny fingers as far as she could into them.

The gloves went up to her elbows and were far too big for her hands, but there wasn’t much she could do to hurt the silverware.  She awkwardly fished a pair of spoons out of the dishwater, rubbed a dishcloth over them until the cheese sauce was gone, and tried to hand them to Sans.

“Rinse ‘em off,” he reminded her.

“Oh!  Right!”  She turned on the water and rinsed them off before handing them back to him for drying.

The little girl bounced impatiently on her toes, splattering tiny droplets of soap water across the kitchen, as Sans put the dry dishes away.  He looked at her for a long moment, tilting his head from one side to the other and tapping his jawbone.

“Ooookay.  I guess we’re done.”

“YAY!!!” The gloves flew off and landed on the floor halfway across the kitchen.  He retrieved them and tossed them back into the sink, listening for the telltale pitter-patter of feet that announced Attie’s presence.

She slid precariously into the dining room and scrambled onto the chair she’d claimed as hers, phone clutched in both hands.  “I can call Mommy now, right?”

“Sure.  But only for a few minutes; you’ve got more homework to do.”

“But it’s Friiiiiday!”

“Yeah, ‘n that means it’s the last day of school for the week.  But remember what Undie said: if you don’t finish on Friiiiiday, you have to do schoolwork on Saaaaaturday.”

Attie groaned in a way Sans knew wasn’t truly serious and dialled.  Her little feet kicked back and forth as she waited.

Her entire body crumpled after a moment, and Sans felt his own mood sink as well.  “She’s not picking up,” Attie said.

“She’s probably asleep again.  She needs lots of rest, remember?”

“Yeah.  But she was awake and talking to me earlier!”

“She sure was, but she might be tired again.  Remember when you woke up in the middle of the night a few days ago?  You went back to sleep after, right?”

“Yeah, but that was the middle of the night .  It’s the middle of the day right now.  Why is Mommy sleeping so much in the middle of the day?”

“You tell me.”

She sighed.  “Because she’s still sick after what the assassin lady did and she needs to sleep so she can heal up all nice and healthy.  That’s what you told me.  I still think she would heal faster if she was awake, though.”

“Do ya, now.”

“Yes.  Also, then I could go see her.”

“Well, let’s finish up the last bit o’ this schoolwork.  I’ll text her like always so she doesn’t worry; I’m sure she’ll text or call or somethin’ when she wakes up.  Okay?”

“Okaaaaay.”

The rest of the school day dragged by for Sans.  It wasn’t so much that the schoolwork was boring (at least, not any more than usual), but that Attie seemed to be entirely unable to focus.  Sans could empathize.  It seemed like a small eternity before she dragged out her paper and pencils and began to half-heartedly scribble some kind of picture for her art project.

Then Sans’s phone vibrated.

“Is it Mommy?”  Attie asked, nearly tripping over her chair in her mad dash for Sans’s seat at the table.

“Woah - hang on there, kid!  Gimme a sec.”  They both stared intently at the phone as the messaging app loaded.  Sure enough, the screen read:

Frisky Dreamer 4:45 PM Sorry I fell asleep.  Didn’t realize I was so tired.

The noise Attie made had his skull ringing.  “Okay, okay, settle down, alright?”

“MY MOMMY’S AWAKE!!!”

“Yeah.  Now do you wanna text her back or should I?”

“We both can!”

Sans sighed.

You 4:49 PM No problem I know the feeling

Frisky Dreamer 4:51 PM Is Attie there?  Is she okay? Oh.  Never mind.  She just texted me.

“Mommy wants to know if we’re both okay!”  Attie said.  “Can I take a picture of you?”

Sans hesitated.  He was absolutely certain that Frisk didn’t want anything to do with him.  “Uh, why don’t I just take a picture of you and send it to her?”

The kid rolled her eyes.  “Because she asked about both of us.  That means we have to send a picture of both of us.”

“Well, you’re outta luck; my phone doesn’t have one of those little cameras on the front.”

“That’s okay!  Mine does!”  She began scrambling up onto Sans’s chair, hampered by the fact that she couldn’t do much to move the skeleton currently sitting in it.

With a low grumble, Sans scooted away from the table far enough to lift Attie into his lap.  “There ya go.  Oh, wait a sec.”  The kid’s pigtails were looking a little lopsided.  He took the hair ties out and carefully re-gathered her hair, making sure not to pull to hard or get the fine strands caught in his phalanges.  “There.  Now you’re extra cute.  Happy?”

“Not yet; I still need to take the picture.  Smile and say ‘cheese!’”

“‘M always smiling, kid.”

She laughed.  “I mean a real smile.”

“You think you can tell the difference?”

“I know I can.  So smile really big like you’re happy, okay?”

He let his mouth fall into his default wide grin as the flash went off.  Attie hummed and examined the picture, frowning.

“That’s not a real smile, Mr. Sans.  We have to try again.”

She did try again.  Several times, in fact.  Finally, she came up with a picture that she declared “okay, but not great” and scooted off his lap to send it to her mother.

Sans caught a glimpse of it and felt his face growing a little red.  He really wasn’t photogenic, being a literal skeleton and all.  He wasn’t even sure what was going on with his mouth in that picture; it looked like he was scowling as much as smiling.

Frisky Dreamer 5:00 PM Not a fan of the camera?

You 5:00 PM SO Can we come visit today or r u 2 tired?

Frisky Dreamer 5:02 PM You can come.  Might want to check with the guards, though. Oh, and why do you use textspeak only half the time?  I know you can text in full sentences.

You 5:07 2 much werk Work

Frisky Dreamer 5:09 PM ...Right. By the way, can I ask a favor?

You 5:11 PM Whats it worth 2 u?

Frisky Dreamer 5:12 PM Add it to my tab. Can you bring some food in? Probably need to sneak it in; the docs don’t like outside food.

You 5:15 PM Uh sure Whaddaya want?

Frisky Dreamer 5:17 PM Something not too rich or smelly.  I’d go for plain bread at this rate.

You 5:19 PM I’ll see what i can do

He looked through the cupboards.  Undyne and Boss had gone on a competitive shopping trip a few days ago so there were groceries, but once again it was an eclectic mix of gourmet noodles and random ingredients he was pretty sure they had selected for the packaging more than the contents.  With a grin on his face, he grabbed a few things from the cupboard and a leftover container from the fridge, then stuck them in his inventory.

“Hey, kid, wanna head out?”

There was a pause, then Attie looked up from her phone. “What?”

“Wanna go see your mom?”

“YES!”  She dashed off to get ready.

A few minutes later they appeared outside Ebott Medical Pavilion, hand in hand.  Attie had adapted well to teleporting over the past week; she barely seemed to notice it anymore.

“You remember the way to your mom’s room?”

She thought for a moment.  “I think so?”

“Go ahead and take us there.”

“But what if I get lost?”

“I’ll be right here; I can ‘port us back outside if we get really stuck.  Okay?”

“...Okay.”

She did pretty well, all things considered.  She went down the wrong hallway after leaving the elevator (it was confusing; the hallways really did all look the same) but she was resourceful enough to correct herself after realizing that the room numbers were wrong.  Finally, they arrived at the new and improved security checkpoint outside Frisk’s room.

“I did it!” she said, bouncing on her toes.

“Yeah.  Great job.”

“Can I give your ID to Mr. Lesser Dog?”

Sans eyed the aforementioned canine, who was wagging his tail hard enough to knock them both over.  “Uh, sure.  Just watch for the-”

Thump.

“...You okay there?”

Attie picked herself back up and dusted off the knees of her jeans.  “I’m fine!”

Lesser Dog whined and leaned over, realizing that he’d hurt one of the few humans he liked.  Attie smiled and reached up on her tiptoes to give him a brief and gentle scratch behind the ears.

Beside him, Doggo shifted in what looked like a nicotine deprivation dance, but Sans knew better.

“Can I pet you too, Mr. Doggo?” the kid asked.

He thought it over for a moment, then leaned over with a long sigh.  Attie giggled.  Sans knew that Doggo wanted to be pet just as much as Lesser Dog did, he just would rather give up dog treats for life than admit it.

Literally.  The question had, actually, come up once or twice.

*Bone friend and little pup good boys,* Lesser Dog woofed, handing Sans back his ID.  *Can go in to see sick momma puppy.*

“Thanks, LD,” Sans said, giving the dog a scratch under his chin.  He snorted when the dog’s neck extended a little.  “You keep a good watch, yeah?”

*Lesser Dog and packmate Doggo will watch very good!  Dogs are good boys!  Won’t let anyone smelly past!  More pets?*

“Maybe on the way out, pal,” he said, steering a giggling Attie into the hospital room.  He didn’t want a repeat of what happened the last time they’d seen Lesser Dog on duty; it had taken hours to get his neck back to a reasonable length, and he’d been growling and snapping at everyone in sight the whole time.

Frisk, thankfully, was still awake.  “Made it past the attack dogs?” she asked with a smirk.

“Yyyup!”  Attie said, bouncing on her toes.

“C’mere, you.”

Attie ran at her mother, skidding to a stop just short of the hospital bed before gingerly crawling onto it to give her a hug.  “I missed you,” she mumbled into Frisk's shoulder.

“I missed you too, baby boo.”

They sat like that for a moment, and Sans shifted awkwardly.  He felt like he was intruding.

There was a funny rumbling noise, and Frisk’s face started to turn pink.  Sans grinned; after living with a little human shadow for a week and a half, he knew that sound.

“Hungry?” he asked.

“Maybe.  A little.”

Sans dug into his inventory and, with an elaborate flourish, pulled out a plastic fork and…

“...Tuna?”  Frisk’s voice was almost a full octave higher than normal.  She looked a little sick.  “I ask for something bland and low-profile, and you bring me...a can of tuna.”

“I cod not pass up the opportunaty."

Attie wiggled off the bed and stomped over to her babysitter.  “Mr. Sans, stop being silly with my mommy!”

“Heh.  Sorry, kid.”  He patted her right between her pigtails, then put the can back in his inventory.  After a moment of poking around, he withdrew the leftover container.  “Wanna show your mom what you made?”

“Yes!”  She grabbed the container and the fork he offered her and presented them both to her mother.  “We made macncheese, like I told you.  I think this is our best one yet!  We had to go to the store last night for extra cheese because Mr. Boss doesn’t like to buy cheese, so it’s suuuper fresh!”

“The only bread we had in the house was hot dog buns,” he explained, shrugging.

Frisk gave him a long look, carefully opened the container, and grinned.  “It looks great, Attie.  Thank you so much!”

“You’re so welcome!  Mr. Sans helped, too.  You should say ‘thank you so much’ to him, too.”

Sans opened his mouth to say that it really wasn’t necessary, but-

“Thank you so much, Sans.”

“Heh.  It’s nothin’.”

“I mean it.  Thank you, Sans.  Thank you for everything.  Including, of course, the mac and cheese.”

His eye sockets met hers, and he felt a jolt of...something.  Surprise, definitely.  Frisk...she hated him, right?  Heck, he deserved it!  But..she looked really, genuinely grateful.  When was the last time someone (besides Attie) had thanked him?  “I...uh, you’re welcome.”

They both looked away at the same time.

“Mommy?”  Attie piped up.  “Why is your face all pink like you’re embarrassed?”

“Um…”

“Oh!  Do you wanna kiss Mr. Sans?”

“ATLAS HOPE DREEMURR!”

Sans pulled the hood of his jacket up, knowing full well it wasn’t nearly as effective as he hoped.  This kid…

“Is that a ‘no?’  Undie says the blushing thing means you’re embarrassed or you want to kiss someone.”

Frisk gave a noise that sounded like a growl and took a few quick bites of the mac ‘n cheese.  “This is really great,” she said, a touch too loudly.  “You’ve gotten really good at this, Attie.”

The kid gave a devious little smile.  “Thanks,” she said, patting her mother’s hand.  “It’s okay.  You don’t have to talk about it until you’re ready.”

Sans coughed.  “Attie, listen to yer mom.”

“But she didn’t tell me to do anything!”

“Didn’t you ask me not to tease ‘er?  She’s still sick.  Stop bein’ so…” he waved a hand in the general direction of the woman he was not looking at.  “...silly.”

Attie sighed.  “Okay.  Sorry, Mommy, for embarrassing you.  Sorry to you also, Mr. Sans.”

“‘Tsokay.”

“You’re forgiven.”  Frisk dug into the mac ‘n cheese with the air of someone desperately hungry, but wanting to make her food last.

“We can make more,” Attie said, watching her mother closely.  “I didn’t know your tummy was so empty or we could have made some more before we left.  Right, Mr. Sans?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“But we didn’t know.  Mr. Sans said they would probably give you some sugar ‘n stuff through the bag thingies, and that you would get enough water that way, but I don’t think that counts as eating for real.”

Frisk hummed.  “I agree.  This is much more pleasant.”

Sans coughed into his hand.  “So why’d you want us to bring ya food?  Don’t they feed you here?”

“Well...yes.  It’s just...hmm.”  She took a few more bites, eyes narrowed in thought.  “Do you know my doctor?  Dr. Ray?”

“Yeah...I’ve met ‘im.”

“What’s your opinion?”

He looked at her, not sure where this was going.  Why was she being so...friendly?  Was this a trap?  Frisk could switch from friendly to aggressive very quickly when she wanted to.  “I.  Uh.  He’s a doctor?”

“Your honest opinion.  I think...well, I want to hear what you think of him.”

He sighed.  “I think the guy’s an asshole.  He doesn’t think much’ve other folks; doesn’t seem like it’s aimed at monsters particularly, though.  He just doesn’t like people he thinks are...hmm.  Lesser than him?  ‘M not sure how he decides that - education level, maybe? - but if you don’t fit his criteria, he thinks you’re basically worthless.

“He might not be aware of it.  He certainly thinks he’s right all - or at least most - of the time, and being aware of such a huge character flaw would puncture his ego.  He probably just thinks that he knows better than other people, and they should listen to him because he’s a doctor.  He seems alright at his job for all that; it’s probably a point of pride to do well.”

Frisk nodded.  “Do you think he’s a liar?  What reason would someone like him have to lie?”

“Depends on the lie.”  He studied her face.  She looked...wary.  What did all this have to do with food?  Had someone threatened her?  At least she could defend herself, probably better than he could...now that she was conscious, anyways.  “He might lie to protect himself or his job.  If he made a mistake, he might want to cover it up.  Doesn’t strike me as the type to lie for someone else, though, unless it suited his purposes or helped him somehow.”

“So you don’t think he’s malicious.”

“Not unless you’re a threat to him.  What he’d do if he thought you were tryin’ to hurt his reputation or upstage him…’m not sure.  But in general?  Like I said, guy’s an asshole.  ‘Course, I haven’t had any huge soul-searching conversations with the guy.  Could be completely wrong ‘bout him.”

“I don’t think so.”  She laid her fork into the empty container firmly.  “Sans, I haven’t given you enough credit.  You really are a lot more observant than you think.  I appreciate your input on this.”

He shuffled his feet a little.  It wasn’t...it was just how he was, how he’d survived so long on his own with a little brother to look after, not anything special.  “Tch…’ts nothin’.  What’s all this about?  And what’s it got to do with food?”

“Dr. Ray was acting strangely when I first woke up this afternoon.  I pressed the call button and he walked in instead of one of the nurses.  He told me that I’d been unconscious due to an accidental overdose.  He followed that up by being weirdly insistent that I eat, and...call me paranoid, but I didn’t trust him not to ‘accidentally’ add something extra to my food.”

His grip on his magic slid a little, and he felt his eye burn.  An accident?  Attie had been separated from her mother, unsure of whether she’d live or die...and the doctor was calling it an accident??

He couldn’t believe it.  And from the look on Frisk’s face, she didn’t believe it either.

“Calm down,” she said.  “There’s nothing we can do now.  He said that the matter was being handled, and that it wouldn’t happen again.  Of course, then he tried to take my phone.”

“What?  Why would he do that?”

“Consider this.  If you’re right, and he was trying to protect himself - his reputation, his job, whatever - he wouldn’t want me communicating with people who knew the truth, at least until he could run damage control.  Make sure he got his story straight. I assume someone does know the truth?”

“Uh, yeah.  Attie ‘n I were just leavin’ when you were...attacked.”

“Wait, so I was attacked?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No!”

Attie gave a wet sniffle.  “It was really scary.  There was an assassin lady and somehow she got past the dogs, but she was wearing the nurse clothes.  Sponges?”

“Scrubs,” he corrected.

“Right.  She was wearing the nurse scrubs, but she was on your bed and you were trying to get her off of you and she put some kind of poison medicine into your bags.  Then she started fighting Mr. Sans even though you told him not to fight her, but I think that’s okay because he didn’t let me get hurt.  Not even a little bit!”

Frisk looked at her daughter for a long moment, gripping her arms like she wasn’t sure the kid was really in one piece.  Then she looked over at Sans.  “Maybe you should start at the beginning.”

He did.  He explained how he’d tried to contact Frisk on the day of the incident, but how she’d been unresponsive most of the day and asleep when they’d arrived.  He told her how they’d been kicked out of the room by the nurse.  He considered telling her that the nurse had made him uneasy, but...he didn’t want to make it sound like he was some kind of hero.

Instead, he played up Attie’s concerns: how she’d been worried, and had insisted they go back to the room.  The actual fight he described as factually as he could: the order of events, what he knew of the nurse’s movements, and the arrival of the dogs.

Frisk nodded along, looking a little overwhelmed.  “I...don’t remember any of that,” she said, finally.  “I remembered weird flashes of emotion, but nothing detailed or reliable.  I mostly just recall...burning?”  She rubbed her arm above where the needles were taped to her arm.

“I believe it.  Alphys ‘n some of the human doctors are still tryin’ to figure out everything that was in that bag the nurse hooked you up to.  They think she may’ve dosed you with something over time as well, but gotten impatient when it didn’t work as fast as she wanted.”

“She was a nurse, then.”

“Yeah.  ‘M kinda out of the loop, but I did a little digging on my own.  She was employed by the hospital as of three weeks ago, at least.”

“How do you know?”

“The local paper ran a story about the hospital and she was one of the nurses interviewed.  Gave her name as Graciela Lira, though I heard rumors that might not be her real name.  ‘Ts hard to tell; she apparently was a foster kid at some point, so her paper trail’s a bit hard to follow.  No one expected her to go after you, though.”

“Interesting.  Let me guess: she’s a monster specialist.”

“Worse.  Monster pediatric specialist.”

Frisk gripped Attie a little tighter.  “And...they still let her practice here?”

“Well, not right now.  Attie ‘n I saw the whole thing, as did Alphys’s security cameras; whatever the hospital told Undyne, she pushed back hard with evidence.  She’s got the nurse - whatever her name is - in custody.”

“Good.  I wouldn’t want someone like that around children.”

This was definitely outside Sans’s comfort zone.  It was almost like they were allies or something.  Granted, Frisk was probably still high on painkillers, but she wasn’t being nearly as aggressive as she usually was, even after his little joke earlier with the can of tuna.

Was this how Ambassador Frisk Dreemurr treated people she could actually stand to be around?  If so, he wanted to-

-DEFINITELY not do anything, especially after Attie’s stupid comments earlier.

He coughed.  “Well, hopefully you, uh, don’t go through that again.  The Guard’ll hold her until you feel better so you can interrogate her yourself.”

“...The human government is just letting this happen?”

“Yeah, not sure why.  My guess is they want something from us; your mom’s been in meetings all day, every day.”

It was traditional among monsters for the victim of an attack (or, in the case of a child, the victim’s guardian) to be the chief interrogator when bringing the attacker to justice.  The human government tended to frown on the practice, what with the ‘innocent until proven guilty’ thing they believed in, but they had been strangely accommodating in this case.  Either there was something about this lady that would’ve been dragged to light in a human court system or they were using her as a bargaining chip to get what they wanted out of Tori.  The Queen of Monsters was notoriously vindictive towards anyone who harmed her family, to the point where it clouded her judgement.

“...Sans?”

“Hmm?  Sorry.  Just...thinkin’.”

“Anything important?”

It still sat oddly with him that Frisk - of all people - was asking for his input.  “Just...theories.  Can’t prove anything.  It just...nothing about this seems right.  The timing of the attack, the way it was planned, the person who carried it out...and now what that doctor told you; it doesn’t add up.”

“If it was planned, it was done quickly.  Very quickly.  Either that, or…well.”

Or she didn’t really have appendicitis.  It was unlikely, from what he read, but still.  Either situation was worrying. Was it easier to induce a medical condition or to organize an assassination attempt in a matter of days?

“Are you done with grown-up talk?”  Attie asked, wiggling impatiently on the bed.

Frisk laughed.  “For now.  Sorry.”

“Can I show you my pictures?  I made you a whole lot while you were sleeping.”

“Sure!  Show me what you’ve got.”

It took almost a full hour for Attie to go through all the pictures she’d made.  Most of them, to Sans’s eternal embarrassment, featured him in some way.  And of course, each one had a story.

“This is Mr. Sans when he accidentally put his shirt on inside out and backwards because he was so sleepy.  You can see the tag on the front.  Oh!  And this is when we went to the park with Undie, and Mr. Sans tried to swing and fell off.  That’s why he’s on the ground.  I thought he was hurt, but he wasn’t.  This one is Mr. Sans and I drinking our juice after training.  It tastes reeeeeally bad…”

And so on.

“All of them look wonderful,” Frisk said after Attie had arranged the pictures back into a stack.  “I’m glad you’re doing well.”

“Me too.  I was worried I’d miss you a lot, and I did, but it was also fun doing schoolwork with Mr. Sans.  He knows a lot ‘bout science!  Do you think he can help me with my science sometimes after you’re better?”

Sans tensed.  As busy as he’d been, he’d almost forgotten that Attie wasn’t going to be in his life forever.  Frisk was going to heal, then she’d take her daughter home.  And he’d probably never see either of them again outside official functions.  After all, he’d seen Attie only two or three times in seven years, not including the time she’d been living with him.

All Frisk said was, “We’ll see.”

Which, in his experience, pretty much meant “no.”

It didn’t matter, he told himself as Attie chattered on about something.  He hadn’t even wanted to watch the kid in the first place.  He’d be glad when she was gone.

Well, he amended, not glad.  A week ago he would’ve been happy to see her go; but after so many nights of worry and nightmares, and so many days of tutoring and kitchen accidents, he’d maybe gotten a little...attached.

That really wasn’t good, under the circumstances.

A knock on the door interrupted Attie’s story of something Undyne had done the other morning.  He knew the routine well enough to know who it was.  “Time to go,” he said, collecting the empty container from dinner.  “Say good-bye to your mom.”

Attie sighed.  “Good-bye, Mommy.”

“Good-bye, Attie,” her mother responded.  “I’ll miss you.”

“I know.  But I’ll be back tomorrow!”

There was a strange look on Frisk’s face when they left; something resigned and a little sad.  She hid it well, but Sans was a master of reading expressions.

He just didn’t know what to make of it.

#Dragonashes writes #Undertale #Underfell #The Heaven We Didn't Choose #Frisk #Sans #Attie #Lesser Dog #Doggo #Frans #Echoes of Frans #The puns finally make an appearance #Sans pulls a prank

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“Rejection”; Chapter Nineteen

NOTES: Oh, this chapter’s gonna be good. For best feels possible while reading this chapter, I recommend playing this song in the background when cued. Don’t worry, it’ll be worth the trouble.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own this song and Undertale. I acknowledge and give all credit to Toby Fox, the creator of Undertale, and Pomnoi, creator of this remix of the original song used in this chapter. And since I know it’s popular, I just want to say that if there are any other Undertale fanfics that include it then the fact that I am using it as well is merely coincidental and that I am not trying to steal anyone’s ideas and/or content. Enjoy!

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Grillby noticed that the human had left; naturally, he took the chance to speak with Sans. “So…” He crackled quietly, and Sans lifted his gaze up at him expectantly. “hm? wassup, grillbs?” Grillby smiled, and shook his eyebrows up and down suggestively. Sans glared at him, confused, not getting the message. The man of fire picked up a bottle of ketchup, and handed it to the short skeleton in front of him.

“What do you think of your new friend?” He asked, and Sans sat up straight. “i feel like i should be asking you the same thing.” Grillby chuckled, and shrugged. “I wasn’t the one getting all lovey-dovey with her just now.” Sans froze; nearly growling, he scowled at Grillby. “huh?! what are you-” Grillby wasn’t one to interrupt others, but he just needed to stop Sans right there.

Holding up a hand, Grillby made a his point clear. “Sans, I saw you from my kitchen. I didn’t hear your conversation, but I saw what went on. I watched you listen to whatever- (Y/N), was it?- was saying, and the look in your eyes was genuine. You care for her immensely.” Sans rolled his pupils, a slight blue tinting his cheekbones. “of course i do. she’s my friend; and friends have to look out for one another. right?”

Grillby sighed, shaking his head. “Yes, but…” He trailed off, leaving the skeleton to his own thoughts for a moment. “Sans, she looks like she really needs you. The look she was wearing before; I wasn’t surprised when she started crying. I was going to come over, until you stepped in and helped her.” Grillby smiled knowingly, and stated what he thought was the obvious.

“Normal friends don’t just take another’s hand and caress their hair in a hug. They don’t respond as quickly as you did when she finished speaking; they don’t give her the look.” Sans tilt his head in confusion, when he finally understood what the bartender was hinting. His entire face blushed a deep royal blue; shakily, he set the bottle of ketchup down. “oh no you don’t! you can’t possibly think that i-” Sans watched in horror as Grillby chuckled under his breath, nodding his head “yes”.

Sans stood up from his stool in an embarrassed rage, and readied himself to comeback with something good. However, his mind drew a blank when his eyes trailed off of the flaming chef over to (Y/N), who was smiling happily at a new tune floating throughout the restaurant. Sans’ expression changed to one of a less threatening demeanor, and Grillby laughed.

“Right there is my proof. You can’t take your eyes off her.” He stated matter-o-factly, and Sans groaned. “it’s really not. i was just curious to what song she was playing-” “Sure, Sans. Sure you were.” There was no point continuing the argument, so Sans slumped back down onto his seat. Thankfully, (Y/N) was done picking out her song and snapped her fingers along to it.

This caught Sans’ attention, and listened to her hum under breath. He raised a brow, and chuckled. “you sing too? jeez, you do it all.” (Y/N) smiled, and folded her elbow. She leaned into it quickly, then set her arm down. Sans watched in an amused shock, not understanding what she just did. Her grin faltered, and she tilt her head. “What’s wrong?” She asked, while Sans gazed into her brown eyes with shock.

“what was that?” Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she jumped up from her seat. “You don’t know the ‘dab’?!” Sans copied her perplexed stare; he had to hold himself back from laughing. “um, no. is it magic?” She performed the action again, but this time with more emphasis as she flung her arm backwards into the air. Sans couldn’t contain it anymore and laughed hard. He was starting to forget his weird conversation with Grillby.

“It’s a dance move!” She exclaimed, and Sans grimaced. He thought of Mettaton, and how much he despised the bucket of bolts. The creep was always hitting on his brother; but thankfully Papyrus didn’t see him in that way. (Y/N) shot her arm out forward on an angle, and stomped her opposing foot right after. “is that another dance move?” Sans cringed at his own voice; he sounded like a nervous wreck.

“Yep! It’s called-” she did the same exact thing, but with her other arm and foot, “-the whip!” Sans laughed at the stupid name, and wondered why it was called that. “did you make that up?” (Y/N) shook her head, and rest her hands on her hips. “I wish. I would be so famous up on the Surface.” Sans choked on the last of his ketchup that he had leftover from dinner, and spun around away from the bar.

“this is the material you humans like to dance with on the surface?” He mocked, and you scowled. “What? You got some better moves?” You hissed with a snap of your hands, and Sans shrugged. “eh, when i’m trying. plus, the only kinds of dances around here lately are just for formal traditions; not for fun.”

You grinned devilishly, and called over some huge dogs playing poker in the corner. Sans peered at you curiously, with a goofy smile sprawled across his face. The pooches bound over; you’d already grown to like them, as they were the ones who had greeted you when you addressed yourself earlier to the entire bar. You pat Lesser Dog and Greater Dog’s heads, and whispered something in their ears.

They glared at Sans, smiling with their large canines. Sans sweat nervously; his happy smile turning to one of slight concern. One of the dog’s who went by Doggo told your plan to Grillby, whose flame hair burned brightly at the idea. All the people in the pub soon knew what was going on by passing the word around, except for Sans of course. He didn’t like where this was going, as all the tables in the center of the restaurant were being cleared.

Most monsters arose from their seats, and formed a wide circle around (Y/N). She had peeled off Sans’ jacket, leaving it on one of the booths nearby. Her skin glistened with a hint of cool sweat, causing her to somewhat shine in the dim light. She ruffled her long, wavy hair, and rolled abruptly on her heels to face Sans. She had one hand on her hip, the other hanging loosely by her side. A fire sparked within her eyes; an area of her chest glowing an unfamiliar light pink.

Without him noticing, Grillby had slid behind Sans. The skeleton demanded to know what was going on, when the whole restaurant went silent. They were all staring at Sans, who, in turn, was really anxious. “grillbs, what the hell is happening?” He asked with a waver in his voice; the crowd chuckled at his uncertainty. He hated being the center of attention when he wasn’t being a comedian.

Grillby laid a warm hand on Sans’ shoulder, reassuring him that he’ll be fine and that he should, “Go for it, dude.” Sans was extremely puzzled; he tried to ask what for but was interrupted with a command from the middle of the room. “Hit it!” (Y/N) shouted, and the drunk bunny flicked a button on the jukebox.

You smiled evilly, and slid your way over to Sans. One of your favorite songs was turned on; “Drop Pop Candy���. Everyone in the bar knew it, and you were sure the skeleton did too. He flinched when you suddenly appeared next to him. “C’mon, hotshot! Let’s see your moves.” You cooed, and grabbed his hand. His startled expression made you laugh as you dragged him into the newly made dance floor.

The first verse began, and Sans tried tugging his arm away. “(y/n), come on! don’t do this to me. i can’t- i don’t-” “So you can’t dance after all?” You challenged, and he grimaced.

“But look around-” “Dance up and down!”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, and twirled him quickly. The two of you wound up in a dip; Sans glared at you with annoyance. “i hate you so much, ya know that?” You giggled while the chorus came up.

“Can you take me away at the top. Speed. OF. SOUND?!”

At each syllable, you strode away and performed a different dance move. Sans just stood at a standstill, with his hands by his sides. The crowd cheered like crazy over on your end, while his side was still encouraging him. He felt stupid; rubbing his head sheepishly, he sighed and balled his hands into fists-

-when he shimmied over to you, moon-walking with his feet. You clapped along to the beat, bumping into his hip. He looked up at you with a shy gaze; quickly, you took his hands. The two of you moved back and forth together; he spun you around, which confused you as he was a lot shorter.

“Everyday, everyday is okay...”

You detached from him, doing a little krumping for silliness. He stared for a moment, blushing a faint blue; then he went back to his own thing, still keeping his cool, not going out into full dance mode. He threw his hands out in front of himself, and made a circular motion. You saw his body fall backwards dangerously, nearly making you cry out in shock- only thing was that it was just an introduction to some sick break-dancing.

His side of the crowd cheered with awe, thus sending you the need to keep up.

Once his fifteen seconds of fame was over, Sans flipped back into a normal standing position. You boogied over to his side, playfully snickering at the current verse of the song.

“Our love is growing red; need me more, need you more!”

You grabbed his shirt, bringing both of your bodies super close. His cheekbones turned cobalt, causing your heart to skip a beat. You laid your hands on his spine, this time you dipping him while holding up one of his legs by your hips. He smoothed the nervous sweat off his head with one hand, the other holding desperately onto your neck so he wouldn’t drop.

The monsters surrounding you screamed as the music continued. Sans scrambled away; you let him, laughing at his anxiousness. You growled playfully, and stood straight. He grabbed his coat from where you had left it earlier and flung it onto himself. Zipping it up, he threw the hood over his skull and pulled at the front of his jacket like a gangster.

The amusement brought by his actions came to a halt when his dancing got more serious; busting out moves that you could never dream of achieving, he started off with a spin on the floor and ended with an amazing handstand. Sans thumped his slipper on the floor, and shook his left hand out in front of him. He kept his hood pulled over his dark eye sockets, pretending that he was grinding something.

You blushed hard at his appalling dirty techniques. Whatever you used to retort looked pathetic compared to the twirls and twists Sans was doing; but you tried still tried your best. Looking up from his hood, his left eye flared to life. He lifted a hand, and made a motion as if he were pulling in rope.

Suddenly, you felt your soul protrude from your chest with a deep blue color.

“I'll paint it blue- I'll play a tune!”

The audience screamed with delight; you caught a glance of Grillby watching with astonishment. You were dragged over into Sans’ arms by force, and felt his ribs squish up against your chest as he hoisted you up off the ground. Some monsters whistled as you were thrown underneath him, but propped back up quickly.

The two of you circled each other, until the chorus was sung. That's when you caught sight of Sans’ white soul making its way out of his blue hoodie and into the public. You thought this should worry him, as he could get hurt if the soul accidentally hit something; but that same confident aura radiating off his figure told you otherwise. You followed suite, and drew your soul out with your palm.

Sans pumped a fist in the air, while (Y/N) clapped along to the beat once more. The crowd got into it quite well; Grillby blushed to himself when he saw how close his best friend‍‍‍‍‍‍’s soul was to the human’s. He’d never seen nor heard of a time where Sans would put himself in such a position- one where he’s so vulnerable that a single blow to his fragile heart would turn him to dust.

The blue magic that Sans had used on (Y/N) faded away, but his eye still glowed fiercely. He really did trust her; Grillby watched in pure bewilderment at the swirl of emotions and colors inside of the human’s soul.

The end of the tune was fast approaching; readying themselves for a conclusion, the duo stepped closer to one another. They held their hands up in the air up by one another’s cheek, breathing heavily.

“Cry to me, know that I care. Lean on me and I'll be there-”

(Y/N) gently flipped her hair, while Sans silently marveled at how gracefully she moved her body in front of him. He strode right next to her, taking her by the waist.

Using his magic for help, he lift her legs up around his waist and wrapped them there. She was about eye level with him now: just the way he wanted it. Their souls glowed so brightly that it lit up the entire pub; monsters from outside had come in to watch, and were outstanded that the lazy skeleton of Snowdin was actually up in the center of the room waltzing with a girl.

“Shining down on me, you're my blue moon…”

The song neared its end, and Sans did one last spin before planting (Y/N) back onto her feet. She took his hand, and snaked an arm around his neck. He placed his free hand on her hips, walking forward with her majestically. His hood slid off, and his the blue in his left eye died down.

“Taking it step by step, we'll always move ahead. Our love is growing red; need me more, need you more…”

(Y/N) stopped, and put her other hand around him. He moved his own to the small of her back; realizing the small proximity between the both of them, (Y/N) blushed immensely. Grillby could tell by the look in her eyes that she was hoping Sans didn’t notice her embarrassment.

“As we keep trying, we'll find you're always gonna be there too.”

She sang aloud, and Sans’ eye sockets grew in surprise. He would’ve never presumed that a human could have such a beautiful voice. Pushing a sense of courage, Sans closed his eye sockets and harmonized with (Y/N) for the final verse.

“We're always singing the same tune! Everyday from now on..”

The two of you finished, completely out of breath from the rush of adrenaline. The crowd cheered like there was no tomorrow once you were done; some monsters wolf whistled,while others clapped vigorously. Sans’ soul beamed the same bright white it did back in the alley; your cheeks grew to a dark red upon seeing it. The light pink in your soul changed to that lovely red-fuchsia; Sans brought his skeletal hand up to your chin.

He was smiling genuinely, but looked very tired. For what he lacked in physical energy was replaced by the blush on his cheekbones. A chant arose from the audience, but it didn't bother you or Sans at all. Perhaps it was encore; but neither of you cared. All that mattered was that Sans did it- he danced in public with you, no matter how humiliating it was.

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TRUST CH 11

An Undertale Fanfiction

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / AO3 LINK Characters: Sans, Grillby, Papyrus, Royal Doggies, Gaster Setting: Baby Blaster AU Contains: SAD CHILDREN. Mentions of child abuse. Synopsis: In which a bunch of people have a very bad time and someone made a very very stupid mistake.

When Grillby checked on the kids the next morning, he found them curled up together and sound asleep. He almost didn’t want to wake them up, he truly did, but schedules must be kept. It was nice to see them so peaceful and happy. It seemed as though all three of them managed to sleep through the night with no real issue. A first compared to when Sans and Papyrus first stayed with him.

He himself slept lightly, straining to hear every slight noise inside and outside. He would get up often to look out the windows and check and recheck the locks. Bertram was equally anxious, but conked out halfway through the night. It was no matter to the fire monster, he was used to being awake for long hours. Grillby remembered the war vividly, how he would lie awake in his tent awaiting for humans to attack in the night. He often preferred fire watch, keeping an eye out for his fellow soldiers through the night. It was a lot better than trying to sleep through all the anxiety. Standing guard made him feel like he was doing something at least. Even when promoted to Major General, he still found himself more awake than not. He has never been a deep sleeper at all, and even after a thousand years that habit has not changed.

Still he felt relieved that nothing happened in the night. No nightmares. No screaming. It was peaceful. It was still too early to tell, but perhaps this trend might continue? With how the boys were progressing, he didn’t doubt it. It would still take time for sure. Once Gaster was caught and dealt with, he only imagined that their skeleton’s mental state would improve with proper toll and therapy. He smiled and entered the room, increasing his luminocity. The sudden brightness caused Papyrus to wake up first. He opened his tiny jaws in a colossal yawn and blinked away the remnants of sleep.

“Good morning, Papyrus.” Grillby greeted his youngest with a soft smile.

Papyrus giggled and reached over to pat his brother in the face. “AAAPPT!!!” The tiny skeleton yelled and continued to pat Sans until he too stirred. The movement jostled Alphys awake as well as she blinked blearily. Once they were all somewhat awake, Grillby turned on the lights fully.

“Good morning children. Get dressed, breakfast will be ready soon.” He watched as Papyrus easily slid out of the bed  to zoom around. Sans was the slowest, practically oozing out of the bed and covers. It was true that Sans needed more sleep, he could always take a nap at the bar. Food and the medicine added to it was just a bit more important than sleep.  Alphys was helping to untangle him from the covers, yawning softly and rubbing her eyes.

“Mmmorning!” She squeaked and yawned. Sans just grumbled something inaudible. Papyrus was more than content to make up for the lack of noise all by himself, running around and yelling.

Confident he can leave them alone for now, he walked downstairs to wake up Bertram, and together they cooked breakfast. Grillby decided on pancakes with fruit along with hashbrowns. The smell alone must have hurried the children as they bounded down shortly later to devour all that laid before them on the table.

It was good to see such appetites, especially for Sans and Papyrus, who were beginning to eat a little more each day. Especially since receiving their medicine. Alphys was clearly not a morning person, but she did her best to chat with Papyrus and Sans in between bites.

But all too soon, Bertram approached his daughter with their coats. Sans and Papyrus immediately tensed up.

“Alphys…where are you going?” Sans blinked, suddenly more alert than five minutes ago. He reached out to take her hand as if afraid she would up and vanish on them.

“I’m going home!” She pulled Sans forward and planted a little smooch on the top of his skull. “Don’t worry! I’ll be back soon!”

“…But…but why?” Sans accepted the kiss yes, but his voice trembled and tears flecked the edges of his eye sockets. “You just got here!”

“Sans.” Grillby stepped in and spoke as gently as he could . “I know you care about Alphys very much, but she has to go home with her father for now. I can promise that her and her father can visit again really soon.”

“Yeah! And we have each other’s phone numbers! We can talk on the phone too!” Alphys smiled at Sans and pulled him into a hug. He sighed and sniffled, accepting it but clearly not happy with it. Papyrus joined in on the hug and made a tiny purring noise.

Bertram and Grillby could only watch and let the three settle themselves on their own. Of course the kids would be close and a little clingy to each other, they have been through so much together. But…things have to march on despite it. Grillby would make sure to set up the phone for both skeletons tonight so they can check in on their friend. In all, this was valuable experience for the boys. Over time they will get less and less anxious when people leave as they begin to realize that people do come back. They won’t have to worry about someone leaving and never returning.  

Eventually they broke the hug and Sans wiped the tears from his eyes sockets.

“Goodbye Sans and Papyrus.” She patted them both goodbye and then zipped up her coat. “I’ll call when we get back, okay?”

Sans nodded. “….okay…” He sniffled a little. He could let her go, but he didn’t have to be cheerful about it.

Papyrus waved. “Buh-bye…” The tiny skeleton was equally not pleased as he frowned.

With final goodbyes, Bertram opened the door for Alphys, and together disappeared into the white of Snowdin.

A few seconds managed to pass before both skeletons burst into tears. Grillby found himself on the floor as he tried to comfort them. He rubbed their backs and explained the best that he could, that people do come back. They weren’t gone forever. But such thoughts would take some time to take root.

What a way to start the day, and it wasn’t even 8 am yet.

  EVENTUALLY, Grillby calmed both children down enough that they allowed themselves to be dressed in coats and carried out into the cold. By now they had gotten enough strength back that they didn’t rattle like they were going to fly to pieces in the chill. They still snuggled close to their adoptive father to steal all the heat they could from him. Luckily, the fire elemental had plenty of heat to spare. He simply cuddled them close through the short walk, unlocking the backdoor to the bar and heading into the warm building.

The children were set up in the backroom like usual, with snacks, blankets, and paper. Grillby could rely on Sans to keep Papyrus from eating crayons again. Not that it would necessarily hurt him, but it’s a habit that needs to be broken.

Once he was sure they would be alright and prepped, he opened the doors to start the day. To his surprise, three of the canine units were waiting for the bar to open. Doggo, Lesser Dog, and Greater Dog stood out in the cold, mouths open in doggy grins.

“Heya Grillz!”

“Bork!”

“AUFFF.”

“Hello.” Grillby opened the door all the way and stepped back to allow the dogs in. “Where are The Dogi?”

“Just relieved Lesser and Greater.” Doggo held onto Lesser dog’s shoulder so he could be guided to a stool. “Dogamy suggested they come here to get a bite. I tagged along.”

“I see.” Grillby felt a little more comfortable to have three guardsmen in his bar. Doggo may have vision problems and quite young for a guard, but he made up for it with determination and drive.

The dogs sat together at the bar in a row. They were regulars and thus, always ordered the same thing. A  nice bowl of warm kibble and some water. Since they were guards Grillby made sure to add bacon bits to the kibble as a little ‘thanks’ for their service. The three dogs barked their thanks and tucked in, leaving Grillby to feel a little better about the situation. He had people in his corner. He didn’t have to be alone in this mess. He hoped the Dogi would be alright out there, but they were a powerful pair. If Gaster ran into them, he would be in for a world of hurt.

The lunch crowd descended in an hour later like a tidal wave. Through the blur of cooking and serving, the dogs stuck around. It gave Grillby the chance to check on the children, and so far they seemed to be good at amusing themselves for the time being. He fell into the usual routine. Serve. Cook. Check on the kids. Serve. Cook. Rinse and repeat for the next few hours before the bar was empty again. The sudden quiet was a little shocking.

“What a crowd!” Doggo leaned back on the counter, earning agreeing barks from his comrades.

“Indeed.” Grillby surveyed the damage in his kitchen. He was now out of lettuce and onions, he could blame that on the Rabbit family. He was also running low on bread buns for the burgers. He would have to go out and get some more while there was a lull. But…does he take the kids with him…or leave them? He checked on the children one last time, to find them curled up together for a nap. He didn’t want to disturb them….

“Could I trouble you three, for a favor?” Grillby spoke to the three dogs as he removed his apron.

“Anything for you Grillz.” Doggo nodded along with Lesser and Greater.

“I must close down for a moment to pick up more groceries. Could you watch the boys please? They are taking a nap.”

Lesser and Greater barked, vibrating slightly.

“Of course! We’ll keep this place guarded as though it’s the King’s castle!” Doggo saluted.

Grillby smiled a warm smile, his flames softening to pastel yellow for the moment. “Thank you. They are in the back, napping. I shall return shortly.” He gathered up his coat and his phone. “There will be more kibble for you all, when I return.”

“Then you better hurry back!” The husky laughed and gestured to the door. “No worries. We got this!”

Grillby inclined his head and stepped towards the door. The dogs barked among themselves for a moment, before Greater left to go into the back room. The children liked him a lot, and having such a big guard in the back watching over them gave Grillby the last bit of reassurance he needed. He walked through the door and flipped his sign from ‘Open’ to 'Be Back Soon’. It was a slow hour anyway, most monsters would either be at work or school at the moment. It gave him time to pick up what he needed and go. The quicker he can get back to his kids, the better.

He couldn’t help but crack a small smile at that. ’ His’ kids. It had a nice ring to it. He took off at an even pace through the snow, blinking away at the small snowflakes that caught the light and glittered in the air. Lovely, like always. It would be even lovelier when that bastard of a scientist was caught. Then perhaps this tense miserable feeling in the air would be gone.

And then, a bony hand grabbed his shoulder. { Hello Grillby. } A dark and smooth voice sent shivers down the bartender’s flames.

Before he had any chance at all to react, he was YANKED….backwards? Upwards? He wasn’t sure, but suddenly everything was black and cold. Cold enough that his flames burned brighter to counteract the sudden loss of ambient heat. He literally couldn’t tell was was up or down, and a dark hissing echoed through the blackness.

And just as suddenly as it came, it went, and Grillby found himself far far away in the deep woods. The old locked door to the ruins still stood firm and ageless as it did hundreds of years ago. The lights of town were but tiny specks in the distance. Grillby stumbled, the shock of being pulled through NOTHING and suddenly ending up so far away was enough to give him a flash of intense vertigo.

{ Pull yourself together, that was just a short jump. Honestly…some war hero you are. } The dark voice dripped with ire. Grillby turned to look at the speaker.

It was him.

Of course, Sans’s drawing of his torturer was rough…childish…but it fit the monster before him to a T. A flat, featureless white face with bare hints of skeletal features, smooth and unblemished. The black eye-sockets gave the bartender an amused and haughty look, like you would give to a troublesome insect. He was dressed in mostly black, and the white lab coat he wore gave him an otherworldly look. He spread his hands, both with holes drilled out of the palms. 'His hands hurt ’, Grillby remembered the fear…the horror in that small child’s voice as he described Gaster.

Gaster’s face split into a too wide black grin. The white pupils in his eyes flashed with hidden aggression. Grillby’s hands clenched into clawed talons, the edges of his flames turning blue in his building rage.

{ Come Now, there is no need for that. } Gaster purred, bringing his hands together to rub them. { We are all reasonable men here, right? So I’ll make my request perfectly clear. }

He leaned forward, his expression darkening as his mouth twisted into a frown.

{ Return my experiments. And all of us will be Free. }

“You mean children.” Grillby hissed back, flames licking from the collar and cuffs of his shirt. The snow began to sink and melt around his feet.

{ How many times do I have to tell people. They are not children. They are tools. Tools that will break the barrier and free us all. } Gaster scoffed, as if he was talking to an idiot. { Such…sentiments…are what’s keeping us trapped here in the first place. }

Grillby did his best to compose himself. “Then let ME be clear. Turn yourself in to the guard and leave MY children alone. This is the only way out for you. This is the reasonable way out.”

Gaster merely laughed, a scratching eerie noise that if Grillby did have hair, would have sent it on edge. The mad look in the semi-skeleton’s face was enough to cement for sure, that Gaster was completely and utterly insane.  

{ Your children? }

{ YOUR CHILDREN? }

His eyes flashed blue and with the sound of static, manifested blue hands wreathed the scientist’s head and body.

{ A pity, I thought you would be reasonable. }

The hands circled and then flashed outward, fingers outstretched. Grillby drew on his many years of combat experience and dodged, his flames a blur of speed. He drew back a clawed hand and with a roar slashed forward. Flames rocketed towards Gaster, burning huge scars of black into the soil.

There was a blink, and Gaster teleported out of the way of the flames, countering with grabbing magic hands heading right for the elemental’s soul.

This poor young fool. Grillby simply lashed out with torrential flames. The magical manifestations cracked and shattered under the onslaught. Gaster pulled back to the distance, manifesting more hands. Along with hands, blue and white bones appeared and floated in place. They titled in place, and a hail of bones rained down on the bartender. Gaster’s smug face could be barely seen through the dark rain of magic.

Grillby simply bolstered his flames, burning blue and white as he waited out the attack. Bones and hands hit his flames and simply burned up. Causing no damage at all and sizzling away into the burn acrid smell of spent magic.

Grillby simply stared out from a ring of charred and burnt burns circling him. Not a single point of HP was lost.

And it was then Gaster realized that he royally fucked up.

“MY TURN.” Grillby’s face broke open in a gagged grin with a hellish hiss.

White and teal flames flash melted the snow in the immediate area as the elemental rocketed forward. Trees exploded into shards of charred splinters from the sheer violence of the sprint. Gaster was too shocked to teleport away and found himself in a burning choke-hold.  

“YOU WILL NEVER COME NEAR MY CHILDREN AGAIN!!!” Grillby viciously slammed the scientist into the nearest living tree, shattering it into sap and splinters. His heat continued to build, scorching clothing and there was the soft creaking noise of bone being tested to it’s limit.

There was sudden sharp cracks and Gaster cried out as two thin cracks marred his eye sockets and face, reaching deep down to even the twisted frown and the crown of his head. There were similar but smaller cracks hidden under the scorched clothes as bone lost against heat.

Grillby threw the scientist away and into the snow, where the sudden LOSS of heat cracked even more bones.

The gentle bartender looked more and more like some hellish fire beast, but remained in control. This creature before him, was responsible for EVERYTHING. Sans might never fully recover because of HIM. Papyrus, a happy but entirely too anxious baby, because of HIM. The screaming! The nightmares! The sheer amount of scars and trauma! BECAUSE OF HIM. Gaster struggled to move, no doubt trying to piece together enough magic for another teleport, but Grillby wasn’t going to let him go.

“THEY ARE MY CHILDREN. NOT TOOLS.”

Grillby picked up the gasping scientist by the neck and threw him again, sending the skeleton tumbling away into the burned and smoking ground. Gaster gasped in pain and then cried out as Grillby slammed a foot down on his hand.

CRACK!

And then again on the other hand.

CRACK!

“YOU WILL NEVER HURT THEM AGAIN.”

Smoke and crackling embers poured out off the enraged bartender’s mouth as he made sure that these hands of Gaster’s will NEVER be capable of harming another monster again. The cracking of bone only enraged Grillby further, imagining how it must of felt and sounded to Sans and Papyrus. How if felt when their tiny bones were broken and shattered. Hopefully Gaster would feel as they did, and in his enraged state he was more than happy to shatter every little bone in this disgusting monster’s body.

He lifted a clawed burning hand, ready to slam it down on the prone scientists. Gaster hissed something and there was a sudden sound of fabric tearing and the sense of wrongness . Grillby didn’t have a second before a hot beam of light flashed in front of his face and pushed him backwards to the edge of snow again. It was enough to momentarily blind the bartender and he blinked and coughed at the heavy smell of ozone.

He opened his eyes.

Before him were….floating skulls. Two of them. For a second he was terrified, they looked exactly like Sans and Papyrus’s beastly forms, but with subtle differences. They were larger with better developed teeth and crests, but they still had the soft rounded edges of childhood. Their white ringed pupils in their too large dark eye sockets watched Grillby blankly, swaying back and forth as if in a breeze.

They were children.

They were guarding Gaster as he struggled to stand up again. Grillby was stunned, his flames sputtering at the horror in front of him. Was this…what he planned for his two children? Mindless weapons?

His shock was all it took, and Gaster and the two heads vanished with a sound of static.  Too late! Grillby roared with fury as he missed Gaster by a mere second.

“Up ahead!” ( “What happened!” )

Grillby whipped his head around as Dogamy and Dogaressa ran into the burnt and destroyed clearing, panting hard.

“Grillby!” Dogamy’s eyes went wide as he surveyed the damage. Many trees were shattered and burnt, and in the middle of it all was a still burning and enraged elemental.

“GASTER.” Grillby roared, his voice vibrating the needles in the surviving trees.

( “You…you had him! Wh-”) Dogarassa began, but Grillby cut her off with a snarl as he blazed forward and headed back into town. True, the snow might have slowed him down if he was calmer, but Grillby was consumed with rage and fear, causing him to burn so bright it was like the sun itself was in the underground. He ran with all the speed he could muster, leaving a burned black trail in his wake.

The Dogi sensed the urgency and ran after him, tilting their heads back and howling. Howls echoed back as the entire canine patrol was alerted.

They just hoped they would reach the kids in time.

   Greater Dog opened the door to the backroom quietly, his tail wagging a mile a minute. He boofed softly as he spotted the puppy pile on the floor. It seemed that Sans had pulled one of the couch cushions down on the floor and threw all the pillows and blankets on it, making one cozy nest. Both him and Papyrus were curled up together . It was almost too adorable for him to take!

He shut the door behind him and boofed softly! <”Hello Puppies!”>

Papyrus yawned and blinked his eyes open. His tail wagged when he spotted the older dog monster. <”HI! HI! HI! HI!”> He barked loudly and used a paw to tap Sans on the top of his skull.

The older pup opened his eyes blearily and sniffed. When he saw it was only Greater Dog, he yawned and closed his eyes again. Seems this pup isn’t too interested in being awake at the moment. No big deal!

Greater wagged his tail harder and elected to get down on the floor with the pups and curl around them. With his massive armor and frame, he will be able to guard them properly! He’s a good dog after all!

Papyrus yawned again and snuggled up close to his brother, falling asleep in no time at all.

How nice! Greater thumped his tail and kept a close eye over both pups, his ears pricked for any and all sounds. Time wore on and he still remained vigilant. Best dog! Good dog! The pups were getting a good nap in, but he wondered what was taking Grillby so long? He was about to check on Lesser and Doggo when Sans and Papyrus startled awake with sudden sharp whines.

<”What’s wrong Pups?”> Greater grew concerned when both pups began to breathe heavily, terrified of something. Both pups snuggled up to Greater’s armor, shivering enough that their bones rattled.

<”He’s coming.”> Sans managed to choke out, his eye sockets completely blank.

Before Greater could ask who was coming, an alarm howl echoed through the cavern. Greater pulled himself up on his paws and hunched over the two children protectively as the air began to get thick and reek of ozone.

There was a vicious crack of splintering wood and a bright flash of light as the restaurant caved inward.

KRAK-KOOOOM !

Greater hunkered down over the pups, closing his eyes as burnt wood splinters bounced off his metal armor. There was the sound off furious dogs and the dull smacks of bodies being thrown around.

He blinked his eyes to rid them of the debris and wood dust, growling sharply. His ears were ringing from the volume of the blast, but as his hearing returned he could hear the other dogs furiously barking and growling. He looked up to see Doggo and Lesser Dog fighting…..giant floating skulls? Blue and White bones rammed their way from under the floorboards in an attempt to skewer the canines, but they were too agile. Both dogs cut through the bone assault with ease as they struggled to keep their attacker back.

And to his shock, it was Gaster. He looked barely alive, face cracked and shattered into a barely recognizable visage. The scientist supported himself with a few bones, reaching out with blue magic hands to rip up everything in his way. He seemed terribly injured, and the bits of dust falling off his bones was a sign of how bad it was.

{ E2-001-S! E2-002-P!!! }

The scientists voice was broken and hysterical. Both pups whined fearfully and hid under the giant canine.

As much as Greater wanted to help Lesser and Doggo, he knew his place was protecting the pups. So he stood and withdrew his spear from his inventory. His massive frame blocked the way and he braced himself.

Gaster turned his head to stare at Greater, a mad glint in his remaining un-shattered eye-socket. The floating skulls hovered around their master, expressions blank. The other two dogs continued their attacks, attempting to drive Gaster out of the ruined restaurant.

Sans cowered behind greater, shielding his brother the best he could behind their canine guardian. And then, like soft whispers in the dry air, heheard them.

B҉͎r̡͚̣͖͔o̺t̝̗̱͙̺͔͘h̨͎̘͚͖er̷̭͕̤?̝͉̖͚̱

 ̛̤̯ ͖͚͚̘͎̮͔͡

̴̩̦T̼̫̮̗̬̘̻h̹̘̪̻̥a͓̖͖ͅt̫̹͉͙͓ ̯brͅo̲̮̼͘t̠̩̮̗̝h̲er̺̰?̖̖͙̟

 ͇͔̙ ̼̬̘̩

͎͖Y͢e͖̯͖̕s͇̙͔̖͈.̻̤̭͖ ͓Y̟̠͉̟͙e̜̜̭͍͕͎s̨ ͈̣̼̮̣͇̬͞t̵͓h͓͖͎̳̭͖ͅa͍̙t͞ ̞͔͚͘b̥̟̠̥r͏̙̳͓ͅo͇̠̖̦̲͍̰̕ț̥͎̺̬ͅh̗͎e̴̪͍̼r͚͇̗͙̭.̠͎̦͠ ͎̹̘̝̗T͚̩̞̹͕͕h̜̠͚̼̪͎̖a̸͎t̶̖̺̼̘̰̠ ̵̻̮̥̭̠̹ͅb̙͕̗̺̥̼͍r͕̩̗͍ͅot̴̹h̩ͅe̷̥̺̣r̥̲̲.̼̳

̫

Sans managed to gather enough courage to poke his head around their guard to see what was happening. The huge skulls looked directly at him, their white ring-like eyes expanding.

I̶̞͓̯͖t̹̺͖ ̶b̸̝͖͚̣̰̹r͙̙̠͇̦̮͚o̱͉̗̺̮t̪h̗͙̠̺̞ͅer҉̞͎ͅ.̰ ̱͖͎̺̜H҉̖͎̗e̥̘̰͔̘̥̱͢l͕̩̩̗̟̻ͅl̺̤̥̮͍̩o̟͍̠͖̼͙̙ ̺̠̬͖͉̮b͉̤̼r̨̗͉̰ͅͅͅo͡t͚͙̤̩̟͠ḥ̠͈̟e͉͎͚r̬̟͇̻.̤

 Sans felt his soul clench. He always knew he had other siblings besides Papyrus. But…these? Where these things really his…brothers? It was too horrible. Too much to think about. Was that their fate? To just…float and obey commands? Little more than weapons? He let out a thin reedy cry of fear and ducked back again to safety. Papyrus began sobbing as Sans curled around his little brother. It was all too much. They had to hide!

While Greater fended off the incoming rain of bones, Sans dragged his still sobbing brother as gently as he could and shoved him under the couch. Papyrus cried and screamed, but Sans silenced him by shoving the blankets under with him.

<”Shh shh bro…be quiet. Hide.”> He murmured to his smaller sibling over the noise of the fight. Papyrus sobbed, but remained where he was.

Greater growled and swung his spear up and brought it down on the ground with a crash! The ground shook and sent the mad scientist of balance. Gaster cried out and sent bones flying in Greater’s direction. Greater knocked all the incoming bones out of the way, except for one, which he caught in his mouth. His dark eyes blazed with fury as he bit through the bone and sent it crumbling away into spent magic.

One of the living cannons opened its maw, a bright beam of light building up with a hum and aimed it at the dog.

KSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSK!

Greater countered by swinging his spear and knocked the skull out of the way with a single blow.

BOOOOOOOM!

The blast went off, cutting a hole in the roof and causing plaster and wood to rain down on all those fighting inside. Doggo and Lesser continued to pester Gaster with their swords and barking, forcing the scientist to split his focus between multiple attackers. At this rate, he would be captured for sure.

Ping!

Greater looked down at his chest, confused as a blue glow shined forth from his SOUL. He scarcely had time to understand what that meant for him, before he was picked up and violently thrown into the other two dogs. With a sharp yelp of pain, they collided and hit the far remaining wall with a crash.

{ ENOUGH! }

Gaster brought three cannons to his side and they began to charge up, aiming directly to the prone dogs. The beams built up with a humming whine that seemed to vibrate the bits of dust on the floors and walls. He grinned. These mutts won’t give him anymore trouble!

And then quite suddenly, he was knocked off his feet by a sudden thin beam of light. He slammed his head hard against the wall, worsening the cracks and sending small splinters of bone to the floor. All the skulls cut off their beams and floated listlessly, confused about how to proceed.

Gaster looked up to see E2-001-S standing in the ruined doorway, his jaws clicking shut after he finished blasting his creator. He was shaking, but there was a look of utter hate in his eyes that caused the edges of Gasters mouth to pull up into an unsettling smile.

{ There you are. }

Ping!

Sans struggled to fight off the blue magic in his soul, screaming and digging his claws as hard as he can into the broken floor. He charged a beam again, but he was abruptly slammed against the wall. He gasped and the magic building up in his throat sizzled and dispersed. Stunned, the pup could only breathe as he was dragged forward and gripped tightly in blue hand constructs.

Sans managed to open an eye in his panic to see that his master’s hands were broken and were only held together by innate magic. He wheezed in alarm as the transparent hands squeezed him tight. The skulls, distracted away from the dogs, hovered over for a closer look. Sans’s eyes flashed blue as he struggled, snarling and snapping with all the strength he could muster. His soul pounded in fear.

{ There’s no escape for you this time. Now…for 002… }

Gaster had no time to complete that sentence as the skull hovering closest to him shattered in a ball of flame. It let out a reedy thing scream as its bone disintegrated and crumbled to dust.

!ͅ!̥̜̩̹̳̯!̘̦͇B͎̙̳͢R̟͇͍̠O̧ͅT͚͉̯͉̯̟ͅHḚ̼̭̼̰̖R͇̱̟̰̱̪̩͟!͈̦̤̱̘̯̟!̷̞!͕̖̦B̠̟̘͍̗̹͍R̹̠̖͈͎͙̖O͏ͅT͡H͇̣̮͍̙͇̝͜Ḙ͇̼R̤͈̠̯̪̥͡!̘͕̣͓̞̞!̴̲͈̼̤͕!̙̫͉̻̰

 Sans could hear the panicked whispers of his kin as they floated, unsure of what to do. More fire balls slammed close and Gaster was forced to duck away. Sans cried out as he was dragged along through the air, the hands only tightened their grip.

And suddenly, there was heat. Sans opened his terrified eyes to see his adopted father, standing in the ruins of his bar. His flames now burned a pure teal in rage and his mouth was open in a horrible sharp fang frown.

“LET GO OF MY SON.” The bartender shrieked and rushed forward.

But all too well, Sans could feel the cold building up and the unsettling feeling of WRONG deep in his bones. Gaster was smiling, not seeming to be phased as a fire monster and five dogs rushed into his position at once.

'At least Papyrus is safe.’ Sans thought. Perhaps Gaster would just be content with just him, and would leave his baby brother alone.

 And that was the last thought he had before he was yanked through the void.

#babyblaster au #gasterblaster au #undertale #fanfiction #sans #keetah writes #trust #papyrus #grillby #alphys #guard dogs #gaster #dadby #babybones #YOU DON FUCKED UP

[angisam]

you wild side

Chapter 4 - The Non-Existence    

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tag chapter: underfell (au community) wolvesfell( au and charater @sanspar)

uf!sans , wolvesfell!pap, non-existence, Beartler

note: my english is bad I hope you won't have problem to read it

"Hurry up! They can't escape!" - Bearlte's shouts could be heard uncomfortably close by was a clear sign that they should accelerate the pace.

"C'mon Bossy, We should sidetrack them already! Hurry up ! "The beast growled at him complaining of the comment. Sans clung as he could to the back of the other didn't even know how he could continue to cling to him taking the strides he gave trying to dodge all the obstacles he found in the forest. Little by little the trees began to become less frequent until they disappeared almost completely, giving way to a large white meadow. "Tell me you know where we're going in?!" He looked up and smiled with total confidence - oh no ... he knew that face, Papyrus would do that face when he do madness. When he look back, he notice that Bearlte appeared with four soldiers from the forest left behind, now that there were no obstacles in between, it was only a matter of time before they were powdered. "!we have to!…. No ... you won't  be able "- Bossy increased speed in response. His grip tightened- "oh for Asgore I guess it's better than dying devoured by dogs" - in the background was observed how the land had long ago split apart in two halves; A cliff appeared before his eyes.

Each time they were closer to reaching them one could hear their tired breaths. "Stop! It's an order! "- ordered the Mighty Bear monster, but it was too late. They had already jumped the great and impressive ravine. The jump was incredibly powerful, despite that, wasn't enough to avoid the blow he received in the ribs after landing on the same edge of the other end. It was noisily painful it was so dry that the rider gave a full turn before sliding down the floor. When Sans looked up he saw Bearlte standing at one end and watching with his great and fearsome mace surrounded by four guard dogs and at the other end Pupyrus trying desperately to climb. "Damn it!" The monster skeleton rose quickly to To succor his hairy brother. I grabbed his jacket but it was too heavy for him. The other tried desperately to climb but his legs couldn't grab at anything the rock would come off at every attempt. There was a dreadful snarl and then a sharp blow to his side they both looked at the direction where it occurred and before they could really perceive that Bearlte threw their mace at the other end the ground cracked around them falling down the deep cliff.

Two days before

There is a lot of noise around him. Sans doesn't know where he is, the last thing he remembers is to have fallen asleep at the sentry station and to have woken up in a place full of smoke with people screaming nothing coordinated with a loud alarm. he was in a bad way shortened on a hard cold ground and a red light with an appearance pattern banged his eyesocker uncomfortably. Never in his life had he been so confused and sick, he felt like ... like .... It was indescribable. It was like if he had been thrown into a tornado while his ribs is hit their . He repositioned himself to sit down and made an effort to assimilate his surroundings, it was the most grotesquely realistic nightmare he had ever dreamed of. "! HERE AMONG THE SMOKE! GETTING IT "- wait ... were they referring to him? -  can hear the floors of several monsters heading towards their position -" LOOSE THE NOOSES"- oooohhhhh shit they referred to him, confused with fear and with stressed, the last thing he saw before teleporting away from wherever he  was looked up to a person tying a long stick with a bow at the premiere. Nop! Nop! Nop! The hard floor give way to the snow soft. Sans, still in his seated position, began to crawl backward until a solid wall prevented him from continuing. He tried to breathe as calmly as he could, questioning whether what he had just lived was only the product of a nightmare. Over time he forced himself to relax and inspect where he had stopped ... nice thing, he was leaning on one side of his house, between the house and the shed more concretely. It rises up little by little even having the discomfort of when it woke up in that place, bitter proof that that really happened. - I have to look for Pap- I think whatever that place is, it's something serious. He begins to walk towards the setting of his house using the wall as a support, he still feels  like a shit but gradually disappears.

When it finally arrives it he escaba in his pocket to extract the key of house. But for some reason It doesnt work "fuck ... I'm not for shit, open fucking door!" - to despair begins knocking on the door and pulling the handle almost trying to pull it out, eventually surrender, whatever, there is nobody at home. He doesn't know what time it is but there are no lights inside, his brother must be on patrol or something. Well he could wait, so he would be more relaxed and could think things through. It time to go to Grillby's.

On his way to Grillby's tavern he noticed that some monsters were watching him closely, it wouldn't be the first time that some monster was spying on him, but at that moment it was different, his eyes were to mistrustful. Sans noticed it but decided to believe that it was his imaginations so accumulated stress in such a short time, so that being watched was not something so unusual.

When he entered the bright and warm tavern, he found the same customers in their respective seats, counting the royal guards of Snowdin. That meant Papyrus would have finished his patrol hours ago .... It also meant that he would have to listen to the reprimands for not being in his station. Now more than ever he wanted a drink. But then? Where was him? Undyne. Probably called him on some matter maybe to train, well, it didn't matter, it would be late. Before going to the bar and asking for something he approached to ask Dogamy and Dogaressa to assure his theory. "Hey, do you know where my brother is now?" - Great dog tilted his head and Doggo only directed the ears to where the sound came without looking away from the fan of letters, regarding the couple looked surprised and then "You're the first one we see, surely we would remember seeing a monster as you, hehehe," replied Dogaressa. What the fuck? What did that creepy tone come to? But instead of answering he simply preferred to leave the conversation had already had too many strange things for today.

He sat at the bar in front of the flaming violet monster, which kept drying a glass with a rag. "Grillby put me the usual, you can't imagine how my day has gone" - the other simply remained silent ,silently looking behind his sunglasses- "... and what is it  the everyday?" - he frown while he kept his watch the fire "oh come Grill I'm not in the mood" - "... you're taking a lot of liberties runt " - "this is because of my tag ?, don't I always pay you ?" -they fire in front of him I stopped cleaning the glass, leaving it on the table while he was leaning one arm on the bar and the other I used it as a support to pose his head - "this is interests me now, is usually me who has to" refresh "the memory and not the Reverse, since we are what you owe me money mmm "-" ... what? ... "- his eye lights began to tremble" hey, are you bothering this appetizer? "- the other dogs laughed

the joke to Doggo. ENOUGH! A red light was the last thing they saw in the bar. Sans teleported to Waterfall, he had to find his brother, he only hoped that he and Undyne would know who he was.

he knock the door with pure terror in his hands. Out of the door came Undyne, who was looking at him with the face of few friends. Before she could say anything Sans stepped forward, "! Undyne tell me that you know where my brother is, something really fucked is going on and- "Before he could follow it the Captain she lunged at him, banging his skull against the ground. I grab him by the sweater from his lying position- "shut up! I dont get any more visits at this time of night, I don't know where the hell  your brother is. "" Undyne for Asgore, I have to find him anyway! You have to - "- Undyne put his spare hand on her Teeth without any affection, he didn't need to open his mouth to speak precisely but the message was more than clear- "I see .... He is dead "-" WHAT !? "-" you arent the first one who comes desperate asking to find a missing family member, if you haven't found him until now,so he is dead, don't have much hope "- with that explanation she get off  from above Sans and went back into houses.

He instantly got up "b-b-but I'm not- What's happening?" - again he teleported to Snowdin this time back to his house. He ran to the entrance, without expecting it, he found a giant bear monster opening the door. The little skeleton stared at him in horror, he was standing right in front of the door with a set of keys without noticing his presence. "Can I help you with something?" - well, maybe he already notice his presence - "..." - "I've never seen you around here is a bit dangerous to walk around these hours" - "I'm.. this-" "Yes? "-which I could answer-oh yeah, look me and my brother have been in that house for years but apparently no one remembers our existence-" yeah...  I'm looking for my brother, I ... em think he's in Snowdin ... in some place "- sounded  as the worst excuse in history but the other didn't seem to care or didn't notice -" I see ... "- began to rummage in his pocket -" look, I know you're worried but it isn't a good idea that monsters as you ronden at night "- the subject sack of the pocket 100 g-" W-What? "-" is for the hostal, it is at the other part of the town. There a point of transport there is behind the house in an igloo isn't lost "- where did this guy come from? Nobody gives money to strangers, the only way someone gives you money is with a beating before. "H-hey, thank you very much for your help, hehe" - "it's my job" - and with that last sentence he enter the house.

Sans kept looking at the bills that had been kind enough to give him. And if he didn't actually find his brother because he didn't exist. He had begun to tremble in his life he had been so afraid, to wake up in a strange place and never to have existed is never totally unlikely, but that is what was happening. There's something that big guy was right the nights are dangerous and he had nowhere else to go.

He intended to open the door of the hospal when he suddenly saw that in the other building the door was opened and he found another strange point to add to his day; a human .

 The human noticed his presence and gasped in surprise, more than frightened, confused.

"S-San- ..." - the human being quiet suddenly and shaking his head he stepped back without believing what his eyes were seeing, starting to run out of Snowdin.

Did that human know who he was !?

#wolvesfell #underfell #fanfic #fanfic undertale #fanfic underfell

[thebibliomancer]

50 More Days of Comics! 21/50: Justice League Europe #2 (1989)

“Somebody Up There HATES Us!”

Because every good team book just goes nuts with spinoffs. Except Justice League thinks big. ‘Why have a West Coast branch or one in Detroit when we can have a European branch?’ Even though the Avengers were under a UN charter for a while, the idea of Avengers Europe still just sounds wrong compared to Justice League Europe. I dunno why. It just feels better with the Justice League.

So Justice League Europe. At the time the Justice League of America had become Justice League International and had a somewhat comedic tone. Justice League Europe still had tongue-in-cheek moments but it was more action-oriented than International.

So which Leaguers agreed to move to Paris or maybe which ones managed to insist loudly enough that, yes, they wanted to have the Justice League pay them to live in Paris?

We have Captain Atom leading, the man of a million exploding atomic bombs contained in tinfoil. And also the sort of inspiration for Dr Manhattan.

There’s Elongated Man, unnecessary Plastic Man ripoff (DC forgot they owned him) and world’s greatest detective (because Batman is technically the world’s greatest criminologist). And weirdly a stretchy man with a wife named Sue who was introduced before Fantastic Four.

His wife Sue Dibny taking monitor duty.

The Wally West Flash.

Animal Man, with all the powers of animals and post-modernism. Actually, his life hasn’t been systematically dismantled by Grant Morrison yet.

Power Girl, in that confusing post-Crisis tangle of continuity confusion and going sans boob window to just have a deep collar.

Red Rocket, like a Russian Iron Man except there’s a bunch of them and none of them made their own suits and also the suit looks a lot clunkier. Weird continuity thing: the Rocket Reds were created by Green Lantern Kilowog, a giant pug man from space!

And Metamorpho, a shapeshifting guy made of chemicals (but aren’t we all?) with asymmetrical color design. You remember him, he was one of the Outsiders.

The issue starts with Captain Atom moodily watching a funeral for a Nazi war criminal that showed up on the doorstep of the Justice League Europe, muttered something and then died. And then a big angry mob stormed the JLE HQ for associating with Nazis. But they were maybe hypnotized so Captain Atom suggests conspiracy is afoot.

He’s also just in a mood where he thinks everything is going to go wrong. Leading to a conversation between him JLE bureau chief Catherine Cobert where he names bad thing he’s expecting only for her to go ‘everything is going very well.’

Captain Atom: “I’d drop to my knees and thank god – only I’m sure I’d break my kneecaps.”

He learns that Sue Dibny is going to be on perpetual monitor duty and grudgingly allows it on a trial basis. He has her pull up information on all known Nazi organizations and fringe groups. There are quite a few of them.

Captain Atom: “Unfortunately.”

But he has her cross-reference with meta-human activity and narrows it down to three locations: Dover, England; Frankfurt, West Germany; and Santa Cruz, California USA.

Captain Atom bleeps the team on their bleepers interrupting what they were doing to split up, gang, to investigate the three locations. The best interruption is Metamorpho who was in the middle of watching Three Stooges.

Metamorpho: “They seem so much more profound in French!”

Team Captain Atom and Animal Man take California, since Animal Man already lives there they could just teleport to his house.

Its quite an odd couple pairing these two heroes because Captain Atom is a serious military minded man (with a mullet? Curse you, the nearly 90s!) and Animal Man won’t stop complaining how much he hates teleporting. In fairness, he lost his luggage during a teleportation accident.

When the two arrive at the Aryan Nation compound, they find it has been destroyed, although weirdly there are no bodies or anything.

And then a Viking on horseback named the Wild Huntsman shows up, assumes that they’re Nazis, and tries to beat them up. When they insist that they are not, the Wild Hunstman can’t believe that they’re not just Nazis but lying Nazis! So he sicks a doggo on Captain Atom.

Guy finally just gets fed up and blasts Wild Huntsman. He only meant to stun him but both Wild Huntsman and his horse and his doggo are in a coma

-DRAMATIC SOAP OPERA STING-

Meanwhile, Power Girl and Rocket Red. They also discover that the Nazi meeting place in Frankfurt they were sent to has been destroyed. And is still burning.

Power Girl and Rocket Red have a minor disagreement on whether you should feel bad about Nazis burning alive (with Power Girl on the ‘fuck ‘em’ camp and Rocket Red bemoaning any senseless waste of human life). And then they have a disagreement about whether they should question the authorities about this group’s members.

Power Girl: “Yeah. Right. The German authorities love being questioned about Nazis.”

Rocket Red points out that Russia got its teeth kicked in by the Nazis and Power Girl apologizes for being quite so confrontational. Nazism just gives her the creeps.

AND THEN THEY GET ATTACKED MIDFLIGHT BY A FANCY MAN CALLED RISING SUN

Its just one of those days.

Rocket Red tries to be diplomatic but Rising Sun just keeps calling him a Nazi fascist so Power Girl punches him in the head. AND KNOCKS HIM INTO A COMA!

-DRAMATIC SOAP OPERA STING!-

But she was only using enough force to knock the wind out of him! They decide to taking Rising Sun back to the base.

Finally, Metamorpho, Elongated Man, and the Flash are riding the ferry across the English Channel on their way to investigate the Nazi group out of Dover. Because the teleport tubes are down at the English embassy. Womp womp.

Elongated Man teases Wally about what a sweet kid he used to be but Metamorpho tells youse bums to shut your mugs. They can pass as normal but he can’t and he doesn’t want people gawking at him.

Which is confusing. In the Outsiders, he was able to disguise himself as a normal looking ice cream man.

Ralph and Wally go off to hit the snack bar, leaving Metamorpho to brood and shortly get attacked by a guy calling himself Tuatara who accuses him of being a Nazi. So the JLE don’t even have to be adjacent to a known meeting place to be mistaken for one. The mystery thickens like a bad soup or a good pudding.

Through incompetence (Ralph: “This never would’ve happened to Barry.”) all three heroes end up tackled off the ferry by the seemingly aquatic three-eyed Tuatara.

Metamorpho can’t remember whether he can swim or not but he can turn into a whale and tail whip Tuatara.

The tri-eye fish? guy tries to pull Elongated Man underwater but Elongated Man wraps the case up. Which is a pun. He tied up the dude in his body.

Flash: “Y’know, Ralph – there’s nothing like a good sense of humor – and you’ve got nothing like a good sense of humor.”

Tuatara calls the trio Nazis again and then falls into a coma. Like the other two! Ralph smells a mystery!

And when Ralph smells a mystery he makes his nose twitch like its on a spring. It’s a running gag that everybody thinks its gross. And a running gag also that Ralph insists that his wife think its cute. Even after she told him to his face earlier in the issue that no, not so much.

Ralph, earlier: “Sue thinks it’s adorable!”

Sue, earlier: “That was while we were dating, hon. The adorableness wore off about five years ago…”

Being Ralph is suffering.

Meanwhile, sinister happenings afoot! A villain named Jack O’Lantern is laughing that the Justice League has no idea that he and his partner Owl Woman fed false info into their computer system. Owl Woman looks a lot like Sue Dibny but that’s possibly due to the historic problem comics have with drawing more than one type of woman.

Also Jack O’Lantern isn’t even wearing a pumpkin on his head. Boo, hiss. Go back to costume school!

Also theres a bit from the letters column I want to point out. One of the letters was talking about what the writer thought about each member. “Wonder Woman: I don’t think she’s right for the League. She’s too timid a person! She doesn’t know how to tell jokes! But I guess if we have to have her, then so be it.”

Either this person isn’t actually very familiar with Wonder Woman or DC was a bleak time for her in the pre-90s. The letter writer also calls Power Girl a hussy so grain of salt, yeah?

#Justice League #Justice League Europe #50 More Days of Comics! #I just finished 52 and Ralph Dibney is pretty great in that

[undertalethingems]

Bark at the Moon, Chapter 8: Local Cryptid

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Rating, Setting: Gen, Pre-canon

Chapter Warnings: None

Chapter Summary:  A rumor's been spreading in Snowdin...

"I'd dismissed it as gossip myself, but then that Ice Cap said they attacked it," Dogaressa was saying, catching Undyne's attention as she stepped indoors.

"What's going on?"

"Oh! Captain!" Dogamy yelped, and the dogs gathered around the table at Grillby's quickly stood and saluted.

"At ease," she said, and the group collectively wagged their tails as they sat back down. "Really though, what were you talking about before I came in?"

"Some rumor," Doggo replied dismissively. "It's been going around a couple weeks now. Supposedly there's some kind of beast running around attacking people. Some even think it's a human. I don't believe a word though, I haven't seen anything."

"And we haven't smelled anything," Dogamy added, his wife nodding. "It was all just hearsay until two days ago, but everyone's been on edge because of it."

"Two days ago--that's when the Ice Cap saw it?" Undyne surmised, and her crew nodded.

"Did they get a good look at it? If someone's causing trouble--or if it IS a human--we can't let them escape justice. You know the policy."

The dogs exchanged looks.

"Well..." Dogamy started.

"The Ice Cap didn't exactly see what they attacked," Dogaressa said, drumming the table with her claws, her brows furrowed. "All they could say was that it was big and white--frankly, that could be anyone at this table. Or even just a snowbank... The rumors, though..."

"Supposedly," Doggo picked up, "it's some kind of deathly skeletal beast that picks off people who stray too far into the woods to eat their dust. Sounds like something parents would say to scare their kids if you ask me. Uh... that's why we haven't reported it. We were just discussing what to do before you walked in."

"I see." Undyne narrowed her eye. "...Skeletal?"

Doggo shrugged. "Yeah, all made of bones, like the brothers who used to live around here, but no one's actually seen it so who knows... By the way, have you heard from either of them lately? I thought sure Papyrus would be back from vacation by now, and you said Sans was sick... but it's been a real long time..."

Undyne studied her crew's somber faces and made a quick decision. "Papyrus is fine, I've been in contact with him. As for Sans... we don't know where he is--just that he... probably isn't dead. Seems he's taking a vacation of his own."

The table considered her words somberly.

"There's been some speculation that he was one of the beast's first victims," Dogaressa said quietly. "Of course, no one else has disappeared, so it's kind of silly, but... he has been gone for a while, and other people have been attacked."

"It's been a lot more glum without either of 'em runnin' around," Doggo sighed, propping his head on a paw, and Undyne's heart twisted.

"Well, I'll let Papyrus know how much you guys miss him, and... I guess, keep an eye out for Sans--and this so-called beast. If people are getting hurt, we need to bring it--or whoever's behind this--into custody as soon as possible. I'll have more formal orders for you later, but if you'll excuse me, I DID come here to order food."

The dogs nodded and waved her off, and she headed for the counter.

"Hey Grillby, long time no see. Yeah, one order of cheese fries, thanks."

She waited on her food, thoughts buzzing. If the rumor was true, it didn't make any sense. A skeletal beast... she only knew one person who fit that description, and he'd been hanging with her for three weeks now. Her fries were set before her, interrupting her thoughts briefly, but she continued to ponder as she ate. Gossip and rumor wasn't unheard of--it, for better or worse, was a frequent form of entertainment in the Underground. But tales of strange creatures were rare--largely because almost everyone was a strange creature. Was someone trying to play a joke...? Being petty about their neighbor? Or... was there more to it? She needed information.

"Hey, so the rumor that's been going around, the one about the beast," she started, turning to the red bird sitting next to her. "Any idea who started it?"

The bird opened a bleary eye. "No one's entirely sure, Cap'n. Jus', one day it was all the kids could talk about. Think maybe it's some game they're playin'. Right Grilbz?"

The fire elemental paused to nod.

"Hmm. The Guard told me people have been attacked?"

"Sure, and everyone's all jumpy because of that," the bird replied, "but I still think it's the kids, messin' around with their magic. Someone oughta set 'em back on track."

Undyne snorted a laugh. "I get the hint. Still... no one's even seen it, but they're all pretty sure it's not a regular monster, huh?"

The bird thought for a moment. "Guess not. If it's someone new to town, why haven't they introduced themselves? Us Snowdin folks don't bite--the dogs are real good about that."

"I would hope so," Undyne stated, brow raised. "You're right though. If there really is someone out there attacking people, they need to be dealt with. Thanks for the info. Here Grillby, keep the change. Stay safe."

The dogs saluted her as she marched back out; she was really glad she'd decided to treat herself and learned about this situation sooner rather than later. What an odd rumor to start up... Her thoughts still swirled, trying to piece it all together. She was confident no one had seen Papyrus in his current state--but maybe something had gotten past her. If that was the case though, why had the rumors started in Snowdin and not Waterfall? And that relied on the description of the beast being accurate--as far as she knew, no one had actually seen it. It was an odd coincidence--but not enough for proof.

With a scowl deepening on her face, no one dared stop her during her patrol, and by the time she headed off to pick up Papyrus she was ready to punch something. People were getting hurt, and she couldn't understand or figure out why. Maybe it was reckless kids--but whether it was that, some rogue monster, or even a human somehow, they needed to be stopped. And if it was Papyrus at the center of this--then someone needed to be set straight about that too. But without any major leads or evidence, she couldn't take action. There was nothing she could do about it. She hated it.

"Undyne? You look... displeased..." Papyrus noted wincingly as she stormed into his sanctuary, and she checked herself.

"Sorry, uh... bad day at work. Hope things went okay here?"

"Yes! Quiet as usual! Well! Except for when I was practicing my best bone rattles. Would you care for a demonstration?"

Somehow, he was already brightening her mood--she broke into a smile. "Aaaah c'mere, I'll rattle your bones for ya!"

He dodged her lunge with a yelp and took off, and she was happy to chase after him and let off steam until she ran out of breath. Sinking to the cavern floor with a clatter, she laid her legs out in front of her and leaned back on her hands, panting. Papyrus, who had won yet another round, trotted up and turned in place a few times before laying down next to her.

"That should have put some distance between you and your problems," he said, and she laughed breathlessly.

"Oh, my god."

"I'm not wrong." He beamed.

"No," she replied, "no, you aren't. I feel a lot better. Thanks."

"Then I have done my job! Nyeh heh heh!"

"Hey, I saw some people who really miss you today."

"Really?"

"Yeah--I went to Grillby's for lunch and talked to the dogs, they're all still worried about you guys and hope you'll be back soon."

"Aw," Papyrus said, looking flattered. "I still can't believe I have so many fans! I'll have to be sure to say hello when I return--though, not by going to Grillby's. I could smell you coming almost as soon as I could hear you!"

"Hey, I don't smell that bad!"

Papyrus looked like if he'd had a nose, he'd have wrinkled it. "You smell like greasy, sweaty fish and it's a wonder I haven't keeled over."

"Oh my god! I'm gonna push you into the lake!"

"Then I'm taking you with me! You need a bath!"

"Just you try it, bone boy! NGAAAAAHHH!"

Undyne was up and chasing him again in a flash--and between her own single-mindedness and some clever moves on Papyrus' part she did end up careening into the lake. Armor sopping, she hauled herself up laughing, and had to take a moment to lean with hands on her knees. Papyrus watched her happily, tail waving in a motion that wasn't quite wagging but seemed to mean the same thing.

"Alright, I've had enough fooling around for now. Ready to head home?"

"Yeah! I think I'd like to try those clothes you talked about tonight."

"Awesome! Yeah, Alphys helped me pick some stuff out, she knows what dealing with a tail is like and had some great suggestions. I think you're really gonna like 'em!"

Papyrus bounced in place, then darted off to collect his things. Undyne was extra vigilant as they headed back; she scouted ahead to make sure the coast was clear, ears pricked and eye darting at every sound and motion they encountered. Escort missions were always a bother, but if her friend was being targeted by awful rumors... She wasn't taking any chances.

They got back to her house without incident, but Undyne had made a decision. She'd considered leaving the strange sightings to the Snowdin unit until further notice, certain they could handle it. But the more she'd thought about it, the more she was certain someone had seen Papyrus. Considering it was her duty to protect him while he tried to regain his other form, she owed it to him to track down whoever had started the rumor and get to the bottom of this personally. He was getting more comfortable with himself every day--he hadn't slipped in over a week--and she wouldn't let his own hometown ruin that for him. They spent the evening laughing, wrestling, and relaxing as they always did, but all the while, Undyne had her mind set on her goal.

It was only a few days later that she heard from the Snowdin dogs that word had spread of residents hearing eerie howls. According to witnesses, these cries came from deep within Snowdin Forest late at night, well after most monsters had gone to bed. But despite being the usual suspects, the calls were not coming from the dogs themselves--they didn't sound right. No one quite knew how to describe what they'd heard, but they all knew how it had made them feel: terrified.

All this had been charted in a brief report. Undyne looked it over again, shaking her head. She'd thought the beast rumor had been based on a sighting of Papyrus, but there was no way he was responsible for these howls. He'd have to be sneaking out every night while she was asleep... which, she supposed was possible. She wasn't sure he slept...? But, she was sure he wouldn't risk the whole trek to and from Snowdin every night, and she knew he'd never hurt anyone. He liked fighting, but... this wasn't his style at all. She had no reason to doubt him.

Undyne glared at the report and growled under her breath. Was the rumor and the howling even connected? The story had started up well before any strange noises... it didn't add up. None of this made sense and it was making her brain hurt. She slipped the note into the rest of the paperwork she'd put together so far, then left the small archive feeling antsy. It wasn't often a full report had to be filled out--most incidents were small and easily resolved, but this one... people had been hurt. Someone had to face justice for that, whether the beast was real or not.

And then, only a few days after the howling had begun, someone pounded on her door in the middle of the night. She ushered Papyrus into her room--a rare allowance--and answered to find the Dogi and Grillby decked out in a plastic poncho, wading boots, and an umbrella. His normally reserved expression seemed alarmed, and Undyne wasn't sure if it was because of a trek through hostile territory, or why he was here to begin with.

"What's happened?" she said quickly, and the Dogi saluted.

"Captain! We apologize for waking you, but this was urgent. The beast is real--Grillby saw it!" Dogamy replied, and his wife nodded.

"Grillby, please describe what you saw to Captain Undyne."

Her understanding of Hands was rusty, but Undyne did her best to follow the bartender as he explained. He'd just turned in for the night after closing, and hadn't been in bed long when a noise disturbed him. He got up to investigate, and found something digging in the restaurant trash.

At this point, he paused, looking unsure of himself.

"Go on," Undyne encouraged, and he rubbed the back of his neck before continuing.

He'd turned up his light, and seen it really was skeletal just like the rumor had said (and with Sans being his best customer, he knew a skeleton when he saw one). But the creature had noticed him as well, and he took no chances and cast a burst of flame at it. It darted off faster than he thought a creature of that size could move, and just like that, it was gone. He'd secured his trash, then found the Dogi as quickly as he could to give them his report and evidence. They'd made the decision to go to Waterfall from there.

Undyne considered all this carefully. "Thank you, Grillby. Whatever this thing is, it seems like it's getting bolder. We might have to put a curfew in place until we can catch it--for now, advise people to put their trash indoors and keep an eye out. Did you smell anything unusual on the evidence?"

Dogamy shook his head. "It just smelled like snow--and Grillby's--and maybe something else we couldn't identify. Not good enough to track. But here, you can have it for the file."

He handed her a small plastic baggie with a few torn-up napkins and a burger wrapper with holes punched in it--a bite pattern. She eyed it skeptically, but took it and set it on the table. "Thanks. You guys get some rest, call me if anything else happens. We'll continue the investigation tomorrow. Dismissed."

The Dogi saluted, and Grillby gave an awkward bow before they left. Undyne waited until they were well out of earshot.

"Okay Papyrus, you can come out. They're gone."

The door creaked, and he slowly crept out. "Is everything alright? What happened?"

She smiled at him. "Everything's fine! Just a small investigation that's ongoing, nothing you need to worry about."

"Oh, I'm not worried--I want to help! If. If I can. If that is a thing I can do. Which it almost definitely is."

Undyne shook her head. "No Papyrus. The Guard is handling this. Your assignment is staying safe while you try to get your regular body back."

Papyrus looked hurt. "You think I can't keep myself safe? You complimented my bullet patterns just last week--"

"I know!" Undyne snapped. "Your magic is great, but--"

"But what?"

She grit her teeth, rubbing her face. "... We're still trying to figure out what's going on, and everyone's on high alert for anything strange. Even Grillby... I don't want you getting hurt because someone made a mistake. I'll bring you in when I think the time is right, but until then, you have to stay hidden, and no investigating on your own. Promise?"

Papyrus studied her for a bit, and closed his eyes. "... I promise, Undyne."

She breathed a sigh. "Alright. And I'm SERIOUS! No sneaking out!"

He jumped, then nodded quickly. "I'm sure if I did not get in trouble out there, I would be in a definite quantity of trouble with you, and that is the opposite of a calming thought. So. I'll just wait here! You can count on me!"

Undyne smiled. "Good. I'm gonna go back to bed so I'm ready for tomorrow. You should try and rest too."

"I will. Goodnight, Undyne."

"G'night."

Undyne turned back to her bedroom. With all this new information, falling asleep would he hard... But it was better if she faced this with a clear head.

Because the only thought she'd had that seemed to make any sense was that this creature was Sans, and that couldn't be right. She'd never admit to Papyrus, but she was starting to doubt he was even alive at this point... and they'd both told her this shapeshifting thing was unique to Papyrus. But Undyne didn't know of any other skeletons...

Even if it was Sans somehow, she couldn't let Papyrus go charging in, not when he matched the description of the creature everyone was either attacking or had orders to capture. Until she knew more, she couldn't let him get involved. She settled into bed, one thought clear above the others.

No matter who or what this creature was, it wouldn't escape.

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20 adoptable senior dogs in need of a new best friend

Forget Shark Week, it’s Bark Week on Mashable. Join us as we celebrate all the good dogs, which we humans do not deserve.

"Ask not what you can do for a senior dog, but what a senior dog can do for you," JFK (not really, but the sentiment is true).

Senior dogs are adopted at a rate lower rate than dogs of all other ages combined, according to a study from the ASPCA. But older dogs make for loyal and calm companions for anyone who wants to skip the energetic, messy puppy stage.   

Shirley Braha, the human who adopted Instagram-famous Marnie the Dog as a senior pup explains why you should consider older dogs when looking to adopt: "Senior dogs are usually pretty chill and just grateful to have a safe place to call home and a human to give them lots of love," Braha says in an email. 

"When you save a senior dog from a shelter, you're rescuing them from what is often a very traumatic experience, and sometimes, sadly, with an even darker fate. You get to swoop in and be a superhero while benefiting in completely selfish ways too because now you have an awesome animal friend." 

SEE ALSO: 9 things you need to know about how to behave around assistance dogs

So if you're ready to add a graying fuzzy face to your home, we worked with Petfinder to find 20 senior dogs from all over the U.S. who need homes. (Even if you're not looking to adopt, scroll through for an instant warming of your feels.) 

From the toothless to the devastatingly handsome, these furry charmers just want we all want — love, treats, and a good place to nap.

1. Kitty 

Image: petfinder

Location: Vintage Dog Rescue, Colorado

This little lady is a nearly toothless, 12-year-old shih tzu who would make the perfect companion for weekends on the couch watching Netflix.

Kitty might sound like the name of a wealthy divorcee who sips champagne with every meal, but this senior pup is quiet and down to Earth. She came to the Vintage Dog Rescue after her human died a few years ago. 

2. Erma

Image: petfinder

Location: Old Dogs New Digs, Portland, Maine

Gaze into the thoughtful eyes of Erma and just try not to be captivated. 

The cattle dog and chow chow mix was found as a stray in Georgia and has since relocated to the coast of Maine to a foster home where she enjoys walks and charming humans with her expressive face.

Just look at this smile:

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3. Espresso 

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Location: Muttville Senior Dog Rescue, San Francisco, California

A scruffy look with a sweet demeanor, Espresso is a shot of joy.

Espresso's underbite means her teeth stick out from the patch of grey hair, giving her a grizzled look not unlike that of a life-long fisherman. But all Espresso wants is to curl up on your lap or soak up the sunshine in the park. 

4. Buddy

Image: petfinder

Location: Muddy Paws Second Chance Rescue, Council Bluffs, Iowa

Need a positive influence on your life? Consider Buddy, who loves Brussel sprouts and dancing. 2018 is the year of self-care after all. 

Buddy himself is a self-improvement inspiration after coming into a rescue overweight at 15 pounds. He's working toward a healthy goal weight, but never brags about it because he's not much of a barker. He likes chilling out in his pet stroller or in a doggy carseat, and taking long naps (relatable).  

5. Boone

Location: Gateway Pet Guardians, St. Louis, Missouri

Boone has swagger. And he knows it.

Boone is a suave terrier mix with a slight limp that doesn't stop him from strutting around the neighborhood. 

6. Henry

Image: petfinder

Location: Santa Fe Animal Shelter & Humane Society, Santa Fe, California

Handsome Henry calls Santa Fe home, but he'd love to be a part of your home. 

Henry was surrendered after his human could no longer care for him. At 11-years-old and with a salt-and-pepper coat, he's a senior gentleman who still knows how to have fun. 

7. Wheezer

Image: petfinder

Location: Senior Dog Rescue of Oregon, Philomath, Oregon

"Woo-ee-ooh, I look just like a pug mix" - Wheezer, probably.

This "pug-something" likes to start his day with a little massage to loosen up his arthritic hips, then he's ready to tackle the day by doing something fun like wandering around the yard or snoozing in his doggy bed.

So adopt Wheezer and say, "Woo-hoo, but you know I'm yours, Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine."

8. Fletcher

Image: petfinder

Location: Powell Animal Welfare Society, Powell, Ohio

A smile that could charm even the coldest of souls (read: cats). And the fiercest ear floof on the block. That's 10-year-old Fletcher. 

This chow chow mix gets along with kids, dogs, and yes, even cats and is both house and crate trained. 

9. Checca

Image: petfinder

Location: Liberty Humane Society, Jersey City, New Jersey

If you already have a dog who is in need of a BFF, Checca could be ya boy. 

Checca is 60-pounds of friendly doggo who has made many human and dog friends since coming into the Liberty Humane Society as a stray. Even though he's considered a senior pup at age 10, he still loves playing with toys like an exuberant puppy. 

10. Tommy the Tank

Image: petfinder

Location: Professional Animal Worlds H.A.L.O. Rescue, Sebastian, Florida

Don't let Tommy's wheelchair worry you — he zips around just fine with his wheels. 

A tumble off a sofa nearly killed Tommy, but a veterinarian was able to save him and now he just wants to roll into your heart and your home. He loves cuddles and shows his affection with wet doggie kisses. 

11. Lala

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Location: Atlanta Humane Society, Atlanta, Georgia

Lala came from a big family of dogs that got to be too much to handle for her humans. She's looking to settle into a smaller family that can help her come out of her shell. She'd do well with other dog friends because who doesn't need someone around who really understands you? 

12. Potter (and Olive!)

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Location: Senior Dog Sanctuary of Maryland, Severn, Maryland

A mother-son duo who would love to top your cuddle pile. 

It's actually quite incredible that this Yorkie pair can squeeze such big, loving hearts into such tiny little bodies.

13. HoneyBear

Image: petfinder

Location: Lily's Legacy Senior Dog Sanctuary, Petaluma, California

HoneyBear would love to be your devoted honey.

She's currently working to gain some weight after entering the Lily's Legacy Senior Dog Sanctuary underweight after her human experienced health problems. She'd love nothing more than to become a devoted doggo companion in a forever home with or without other dogs. 

14. Cosmo

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Location: Jefferson Parish Animal Shelter East Bank, Harahan, Louisiana 

Oh, Cosmo. Sweet, sweet Cosmo. 

Cosmo was surrendered by his owner but is now reaching his paw out to you (really, he'll shake your hand), if you're looking for a sweet boy. Cosmo has some vision and skin problems, but he's 75 pounds of sweetness. 

15. Bear

Image: petfinder

Location: Williamson County Animal Center, Franklin, Tennessee

Bear is a photogenic stunner, but it's not just skin deep beauty for this good boy. The 10-year-old shepherd mix is an inquisitive pup, who loves to explore and curl up for cuddles. 

He does well on leash walks (which, of course he wants to show off that face) but will also take a spin around the backyard on his own. 

16. Roxie

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Location: Bedford Humane Society, Bedford, Virginia 

No, Roxie is not wearing eyeliner, she's just naturally smoldering. 

Roxie spent most of her life working as a therapy dog at an assisted living center for the elderly, but now this elderly lady would like to find her own retirement home. She'd make a calm and loving companion for an older human, but also does well with other dogs and kids.

17. Pixie Willow 

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Location: St. Louis Senior Dog Project, Saint Louis, Missouri

Pixie Willow knows she's cute. And she is.

The Chinese hairless and long hair chihuahua mix weighs only 5-pounds but she has a big, feisty personality. She'll be your little shadow and only asks for love and playtime in return. You might even get a big smile in return.

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18. Semperr

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Location: Cheshire Abbey, Jackson, Mississippi

Semperr is a three-legged Akita mix looking for the right human to give him the devoted attention he needs. Semperr loves to give hugs with his remaining front leg, but would need a home without children or other alpha dogs.

19. Ducky

Image: petfinder

Location: Gray Mutts Rescue and Sanctuary, Clifton, Texas

Who's a fuzzy-faced good boy? WHO? Ducky is, for sure.

In that bowtie, Ducky obviously wants to up your style game. And you should listen to this 5-pound,  wire-haired, apple-head chihuahua.

20. Deuce

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Location: Forever Loved Pet Sanctuary, Scottsdale, Arizona

Deuce is 11-years-old, but runs around his temporary home with the excitement of a much younger dog. Despite the high energy he shows when taking a lap in the doggie run, he's also a maintenance, smart fellow who was found as a stray. 

He came to the dog sanctuary as a stray and has since charmed all the volunteers who work with him. If you're looking for a furry friend who loves back scratches and rolling around in the great outdoors, Deuce is for you. 

If you're still looking for a senior dog to add to your family, there are plenty of graying and wise dogs who would love your love. 

WATCH: Marnie the Dog recreates memes

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Spiritale (chapter 7)

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                                     Chapter 7: Puzzling actions

“Where’d he go?”, Chara said looking for Papyrus.

“I don’t know”

Papyrus probably teleported looking for Sans, too bad you don’t know where to find them. Chara continues to look for any sign of Sans or Papyrus until they approached another sentry, hey this must be Doggo’s sentry.

“Ooff!”, Chara said sounding like they ran into something.

You look over and saw Doggo in front on Chara, they’re dressed like the Dogamy and Dogaressa.

“Sniff Sniff, What’s that smell? Where’s that smell?”, Doggo asked out loud with his hood over his eyes and his nose in the air, “There it is, you identify yoursmellf!”, he said taking his double edge axe from his back.

Chara was quickly brought into battle and they look scared and confused.

*Doggo is fighting aggressively*

Aw man what do you do?! Okay think Frisk think, remember the dog couple. That’s right, the smell danger rating!

“Chara, roll on the ground!”

“Huh?!”

“Just do it, It’ll help!”

*Chara is very confused, but they do it anyway*

*They smell like a weird puppy*

“Now let him sniff you”

*Chara holds still and let’s Doggo re-sniff them*

“*Sniff* *Sniff* wait…*Sniff sniff sssnnniiiffff*, you smell like a puppy”, Doggo said walking up to Chara sniffing them, “Are you a puppy?’, he asked getting ready to take off his hood.

“Chara quick, pet him”, you whispered.

*Chara pets Doggo*

“Wha-wha-what?! I was pet by a dog? That can happen?!” Doggo said surprised, “Pet?! Pat?! Pot?!”

*Chara pets Doggo again with a giggle*

“I was! I was pet by a dog!”

*Chara spares Doggo*

“Wow, p-p-petted by another d-d-dog! I need a treat for this!”, Doggo said walking around to his sentry station.

Doggo is digging in his station for something. He was able to find what he was looking for and it was a dog tre-…wait a minute. That doesn’t look like a dog treat, I mean it does buuut…different. Looks mechanical. Doggo take some liquid in a little bottle and pours drops on to the mechanical treat, then he breathes it and blows out smoke…or clouds? Hmm, this is new. Chara says goodbye.

“Goodbye weird puppy”, Doggo says waving and relaxing at his station.

Hehehe, you both giggled when he said that. You both walk in the next area, still no sign of Sans or Papyrus. The trail still goes on, there’s a chance he could be outside Snowdin. Seeing how he has your Papyrus energy. Chara thanks you for the help you give for Doggo, you were more than happy to help. You both continue to chat and follow Sans’s trait until you both walk the part with first puzzle, oh you remember this part! Ahahaha P-Papyrus got zipped, oh man it’s a good thing they were okay.

“*GASP*!”, Chara gasp sounding happy.

You got back to your sense and saw Papyrus coming back, Yay! When he got closer you both saw him holding Sans in his arms, Sans looks pretty tired.

“Oh hey there human”, Papyrus said with a smoke in his mouth, holding Sans, and lightly waving.

“The human’s here?!”, Sans said waking up, “Papyrus, put me down!”, he demanded waving his arms and feet very fast.  

“Alright, alright”, Papyrus said calmly putting Sans down.

“*Ahem* SO YOU’VE FINALLY ARRIVED HUMAN!!!”, Sans shouted with folded arms, an “I’m ready” pose, and a determined smile, “In order to stop you, my brother and I have created lots of puzzles!”

AHAHAHAHA oh my ggoosh, HE’S SO ADORABLE!!! You can’t help but laugh so hard that you didn’t pay attention to what he was saying, Chara is looking at you with their eyebrows raised.

“Human, are you listening?!”, Sans asked with their eye socket raised and hands on they hip bone.

“Y-yes! Sorry!”, Chara apologized tensing up.

“Good, now take…THIS!”, Sans shouted throwing something in the air.

Chara manages to catch what Sans threw at them, it was an orb. The same orb they had to hold in order to get shocked in the maze. Sans explains the ways on how the electricity maze works, even the part where he says how unfun it would be if they got shocked.

“Okay go ahead!”, Sans suggested.

Chara scratches their head, they don’t know how to get through this part. Looks like Sans ran around this puzzle, there’s no clues for Chara unfortunately. If this is like Papyrus’s puzzle, but swapped up…hmm. This could be a guess, but you might know how to solve it. You showed Chara the possible way through the maze and they got through, thank goodness your guess was right! Chara was very relieved.

“Unbelievable! You sneaky caterpillar!”, Sans said super surprised, “You solved that  maze tooo easily…HOWEVER, the next puzzle is made by my brother Papyrus! You won’t get passed him so easily,  MWEH HEH HEH HEH!!!” Sans shouted running off sounding super energetic.

Did he just said Mweh heh heh heh?! You can’t comment on that, it speaks for itself…literally!  

“Hey…thanks for doing that puzzle, Sans looks like he’s having fun”, Papyrus said calmly walking up to Chara.

“Papyrus, what happened to Sans earlier?”, Chara asked.

“Oh that? He gets like that when he has anything too sweet”

“S-sorry about, I didn’t know”, Chara apologized looking down and rubbing their cheek.

‘It’s cool, he’s return back to himself again”

“PAPYRUS, COME ON!!!”, Sans shouted from far away, “YOU GOTTA PREPARE YOUR PUZZLE FOR THE HUMAN!!!”

“Alright bro! Well duty calls”, Papyrus said looking ahead, “See ya soon kid”, he said walking off.

Wooow, this Papyrus is so cool and chill like your…oh my gosh, YOU DID ANOTHER PUN!!! You quickly told Chara!

“Oh my gosh, he is! HAHAHA!!!”, Chara laughed, “I’m-I’m going to tell him that!

“Yea, tell him!”

You and Chara run to the next area so you both could see the look on his face, but don’t see Sans or Papyrus anywhere in sight. And no doubt Papyrus teleported and Sans ran super fast, you’ll see them soon.

“Hey there!”, someone said close by, “Do you wanna by a nice cream?!”, they asked waving there arm.

It’s Burgerpants! They’re the one’s selling nice cream now, they look sooo happy and not in a weird or fake way. Chara kindly buys a nice cream and eats it, it tasted so good that Chara buys another. Now you want a nice cream.  

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