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septic-skele · 3 years

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UT - Acceptable Risk

Summary: “Can Surface cars fly?” little Papyrus had asked once. Sans had concocted stories that left him in awe, fantasizing about how car doors transformed into wings.

It was almost horrifically beautiful, how far the impact sent him and Papyrus now. They soared, wind behind them, frozen in an instant.

Ever since he was a baby bones, Papyrus had always had a fascination with cars. Whenever Sans fished a torn, crumpled human car magazine out of the dump, they would curl up on the couch together and Papyrus would “ooh” and “ahh” over the many shapes and styles. He would pepper Sans with so many questions about them—how they ran, how fast, how far, not even caring that most of Sans’ answers were made up.

Sans would never forget the day he had lugged that racecar bed up the stairs piece by piece, his giddy brother already clambering in when it was only half-assembled. If Papyrus were a lazier monster, he probably would have stayed in it all day just to enjoy the daydream of driving it. When it was eventually finished, he put on a “car show”, inviting all of their neighbors over to admire it.

(Nobody came, but Sans spent the afternoon helping him polish every inch of the worn plastic, just in case someone showed up tomorrow.)

Papyrus had brought the bedframe with them up to the Surface, but in truth it didn’t hold a candle to the real deal. From the moment he guided that real, shining prize into the garage, it was his baby. He didn’t need to invite people over to see it (though he still did, out of the kindness of his soul.) He could go out on the town anytime he liked.

“Did you see, Sans, how that human was ogling my glorious transport? My car is popular—and by extension, I am!”

“Yeah, bro. You’re pretty revv-olutionary.”

Papyrus had subscribed to as many car magazines as he could get his hands on; they piled up on the front porch like extra doormats. Sans had perused them as well from time to time, intrigued by the machinery.

Now…Now they all looked the same: blurs of shapes and colors, fancy titles and unintelligible descriptors that didn’t matter.

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They had taken the car out for a daytrip, meeting up with Undyne, Alphys, Toriel and the kid. Perfect, clear skies hung overhead, vibrant blue melting into the ocean’s sparkling reflection. Undyne was a natural surfer and Papyrus…tried really hard. Alphys collected buckets’ worth of shells and Toriel’s white fur turned sandy brown as the kid built a castle around her. Sans napped in their pile of towels.

It’s a beautiful day outside.

Late afternoon, they had packed up and gone back into town, briefly separating. Pap, Tori and the kid stopped in a little shop, looking for groceries to make up dinner tonight.

“Meet me back at the car, Sans,” Papyrus instructed, waving a dismissive hand goodbye. “I won’t be long!”

It wouldn’t be long.

Though he was worn out by the day, Sans didn’t mind making small talk with Undyne and Alphys as they walked—more so with Alphys, as Undyne kept getting ahead of them without considering their shorter strides. Every so often she would notice and groan, bounding back toward them with a threat that she would carry them if she had to. She didn’t make good on it, considering the bags of beach supplies already in her arms.

“At this rate the others are gonna beat us there!” she complained after a while, going unheard.

Alphys was easy to talk to; Sans could listen, making an occasional hum or grunt of acknowledgement, and her natural instinct to fill the silence could carry the conversation for him before it got awkward.

“…So then Mew Mew realized that she didn’t have to be the d-damsel in distress anymore. With the power of her friends beside her, g-giving her courage, she could be the champion who stands up f-for the other kittens in the school who were being bullied!”

As usual, Sans couldn’t help but give in to impulse, nudging her with one shoulder as he quipped, “I’ll bet with that wand of hers, she makes a fur-midible hero!”

Alphys faltered, sputtered in disbelief, and then couldn’t help but break out in a grin. She must have been hanging around with Undyne a little too often; back in the Underground, she never would have had the courage to nudge back. Now she did, pushing him playfully off the sidewalk with a giggled, “Stop that!” He didn’t fight it, smirking as he shoved his hands into his pockets and strolled alongside the curb.

He spotted Papyrus and the others across the street just a few minutes later. True to Undyne’s prediction, they had caught up quickly. As he cut across to join them, he was already setting it up in his head, getting ready to tell Papyrus that he was outnumbered now that even Alphys laughed at his puns. Pap couldn’t argue with popular opinion!

The chance didn’t come. A burst of light blinded him as it careened in from his right, screeching tires almost drowning out Papyrus’ scream of “Brother!” Sans barely had enough time to turn and see. The car was there, it was right on top of him—and so was Papyrus, slamming between him and the hood. Groceries hurtled across the asphalt.

“Can Surface cars fly?” little Pap had asked once. Sans had concocted stories that left him in awe, fantasizing about how car doors transformed into wings.

It was almost horrifically beautiful, how far the impact sent him and Papyrus now. They soared, wind behind them, frozen in an instant. Then the crash landing made Sans, frankly, regret being born. His jacket padded most of his body, but his skull bounced and then scraped against the pavement as he rolled, legs crunching sideways on the curb. With a punch of agony, his eyelights blacked out.

When the world spun back into existence around him, excruciatingly loud and bright, he couldn’t even cry out. His ribs constricted hard around his soul in a ragged gasp. Gradually the kid’s face swam overhead, white with terror as they clung to him. He couldn’t quite grasp what they were saying through the shrill ringing, but he recognized the sensation when he was checked.

HP: 0.8 / 1.

The crushing pain in his skull urged him back toward oblivion, black fingers dragging at him, but a desperate shout was enough to pierce the encroaching fog. “Papyrus!”

Papyrus.

Panic sent a white-hot jolt through him as he flailed violently, helplessly. The kid knew instantly what he needed, grabbing his nearest arm and digging in to help him get up. As soon as he was half-upright, one of his legs splintered underneath him and he couldn’t help but scream, crumpling sideways in the gutter. 0.7 / 1.

The kid pressed their hands to their mouth, bursting into tears at the sight, but it didn’t matter because now that he had shifted, he could see. Through the blurry, disorienting haze, he made out the swarm of onlookers several feet away.

Alphys was calling someone for help, her pleas unintelligible through hysterical sobs. Toriel was fruitlessly trying to usher the crowd back with one hand, the other already aglow with healing spells. Undyne was on her knees, howling, torn between shielding and shaking the prone form in her arms.

“Papyrus! Papyrus, can you hear me?! Wake up, please! T-That’s an order!”

No.

Dust was leaking from broken bones onto the asphalt.

Scattering under the humans’ stamping, shuffling feet.

Sans was in no shape to crawl, much less tear a hole in reality, but it didn’t matter. Everything went blank for what felt like an eternity and then he was there, collapsing into Papyrus’ chest, quaking in the effort not to bring up ectoplasmic bile with his slurred prayers.

“Pap, no. Not now, not like this—Can’t, s’posed to stay this time, s’posed to keep this one.”

“Sans, what are you doing?! Get off of him! He’s wounded, he needs room!”

With a low, strangled moan, he mashed his cracked face into the folds of Papyrus’ scarf, defying. He couldn’t feel a soul beat through it. “S’not happening this time, not gonna let’cha go.” Scuffed fingers dug hard into the curve of his brother’s skull. “Stop it, stop it now, stop doin’ this to me, I thought we were done—” The grip trying to pry him off felt cold, miles away, but the pain brought on by every tug and twist was immediate. He gagged, choked it down. “M’right here, Papy. You stay, you stay with me!”

“Sans, my friend, you must step aside for the healers!”

“Never got to hold you through it last times, ’least gimme a goodbye, y-you stupid—” His incoherent stream of supplication ran dry when Papyrus spasmed feebly, jaw splitting in a croaked struggle for breath. Wet heat spilled down Sans' face—tears or blood, he didn’t know, but dust smeared and stuck to his damp cheekbones as he was dragged out of the way. “Not again! Stars, please, not like this!”

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There were car magazines stacked on Papyrus’ bedside table. The doc had suggested reading to him, letting him hear Sans’ voice. Maybe something familiar would “coax his consciousness out,” or whatever.

Sans didn’t bother trying. He didn’t stir, fractured skull resting against the hospital bed rail, fingers laced through his brother’s.

Papyrus was always dust by the time Sans reached him in Snowdin. If he was going to be taken again, if this coma whittled him away piece by piece, Sans would be damned if he didn’t hold him through it.

As he waited for the inevitable, the world still turned around him through the hospital room. Flowers and balloons and cards appeared, along with plates of spaghetti. Amateurs, thinking they could get it right.

Undyne railed, raved and ranted, even after the reckless human driver was prosecuted. Eventually she gave up on words and punched a hole in the wall. Toriel, always the peacekeeper, covered the damage with a framed photograph of friends and family.

Alphys came just once to beg for forgiveness, because she’d twisted the whole thing up to blame herself somehow. Something to do with being the one who’d pushed Sans into the street. It didn’t really matter. Sans didn’t acknowledge her and she didn’t come back.

Asgore appeared. He said something about knowing loss, about how it felt like the world was ending when his children were taken from him. He offered to be a listening ear if Sans ever had need of it.

There was only one thing Sans needed. Not that.

Asgore didn’t need to bother. Alphys didn’t need to be blamed. It wasn’t even Papyrus’ fault this time, with his unending faith and trust and naiveté.

Sans had stepped out. Sans—with full knowledge of his 1 / 1 HP, with full knowledge of a brother who would do anything for him, with full knowledge that this world was always, always, always stacked against him, coded to make him suffer—had stepped out anyway. The wise, discerning, forethoughtful judge had gambled and deemed jaywalking to be an acceptable risk. It may as well have been a suicide attempt.

Flowey, Chara, Gaster. They hadn’t even needed to lift a finger this time. Sans had shattered their happy ending all on his own. He should never have trusted himself to be a part of it.

The kid visited every day for…weeks, months. Without fail they asked how Papyrus was doing, if his vitals had changed, if he looked any better, and Sans would say nothing as he squeezed Papyrus’ hand, thumb tracing his knuckles. They would hesitate, voice catching as tears filled their eyes. “Sans…”

“Kid.” Did anything need to be said aloud? They knew everything encompassed in that word and in the hollow pits of his eyes when he looked at them: the exhaustion, the defeat, the anger. The question.

It was always one they weren't ready to answer. Without another sound, they would back down and bolt from the room, unwilling to face it.

Yet not today. The clock ticked solemnly past their usual time.

Then it ticked past his brother's time.

Sans sensed the end just as it began. He wondered if Frisk could too, wherever they were right now. But Papyrus’ monitor alarms started going off, shrieking for a miracle, and Sans’ thumb was scraping deeper into his hand as it started to dissolve. His eye sockets flickered as he gazed numbly up at Pap’s crumbling face.

“One more, brother,” he mumbled, already half-dreaming of car lights veering toward them. “One more, just for you.”

He didn’t open his eyes again until the chill of Snowdin woke him.

#undertale #fanfiction #sans #sans undertale #papyrus #papyrus undertale #undyne #alphys #toriel #frisk #asgore dreemurr #angst #whump #implied character death #major character death

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puppy-the-mask · 3 years

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Poly? Morph

A Friends to lovers post-dnd-transportation fic focusing on our boys Rant and Rus (debating on adding Edge aswell)

There’s like 4 POV changes so let me know if I should re-write? this was more for fun than anything, It doesn’t get to romance yet but I hope to continue in my free time. Let me know any errors or anything, I’ll put it on AO3 after a bit more editing and input. I’ve just re-read it so much its all bleh to me so i’m getting second opinions/input here

tw/Blood and Death- not graphic but y’know -/(Owo)\-

It’s been 5 years since we began, just a couple of students playing a game of DnD. Mere hours after wrapping up session zero us players arrived home and as a collective felt a foreign wave of exhaustion, falling asleep one by one.

The city's air was damp and the pathways were dim with the light of half dead lanterns. The party was shuffling through the empty streets to the gates bound for our next assignment when a figure appeared out of the shadows, the glint of metal and we found ourselves face to face with a hostage situation.

You had once been the closest we had to a tank, a perk of having been a dragonborn with high strength- even if you were a druid bard- but after being cursed for the upteenth time you’d been separated from your avatar- Blackjack- and rendered a low level support for our high level party.

Without you taking lead your roll was delegated to other, more impulsive members. The next moments are a flurry of movement as a loud burst sends the assailant back along with you- the dagger at your neck drawing blood.

Everything blended together as I flew to the front lines, rage getting the best of me as the look on your face burned itself into my mind. The shock and pain in your eyes drove me forward as the streets were painted red.

The cleric could heal you, I had a life to take.

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Sans woke up panting, eyelights materializing and analyzing his surroundings. WHAT?

He couldn’t believe it, there was no way… He was back in his room, back in his world- well the one he’d been in before. There was so much to process, his new surroundings aside- their last foe had been someone they’d trusted. And yet she almost killed y/n… had she even known who she was attacking? There were so many questions rattling around his skull as his magic buzzed in his bones. He needed to check on them, he needed to make sure they made it back. Normally he’d shortcut straight to their room but his magic was sluggish and unresponsive. He’d just have to run.

He managed to make it down the stairs without falling and stumble a few more steps before he heard voices. NO NONONO FUCK! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!

“AH RANT, YOU’RE AWAKE! RANT?” He had to brace himself on the couch, his center of gravity was much different than his avatar’s “RANT ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” Paps knelt to his level and looked him over

“I’m Fine, Let Me Go-!” The hand on his shoulder tightened its grip as he tried to get past to the door “I SAID LET ME GO! I NEED TO CHECK ON THEM!”

“WHO? RANT TELL ME WHAT’S WRONG.” He just kept struggling, but everything was getting fuzzy as his soul was settling back in his proper body. “Can You Tell Me Where You Are?” More people were walking in, having been drawn from the dining room by their voices.

“WHERE!? I'M HERE WITH YOU AT THE HOUSE- NOW LET ME GO!” more voices joined the conversation but they all started to run together.

“rant? dude what’s wrong!?”

“THE HELL IS HIS PROBLEM?”

“huh, so the shortstack does have eyelights”

“bro?” his eyelights sharpened and shrank on his brother and he felt tears prick his sockets.

“Papyrus?” The soft copy let him go as he stumbled into his brother’s arms. Stars he really hoped this wasn’t an illusion, but the comfort of his brother’s magic reassured him. “It’s Really You…”

“sans? sans what happened?” Rant just shook his head, his voice leaving him. Had that all just been a dream? It didn’t feel like it, there was no way a dream could be that real. He could remember with clarity how vivid it all was, the blood- the pain- the party that was just so full of life despite their situation- their bard. His gaze hardened.

He may not be able to do anything in his current state but there was one other person who was close enough to y/n to have a shortcut straight to them. Rant forced his voice to settle and pinned his friend with his stare

“RUS.” The skeleton stiffened “YOU NEED TO GET TO Y/N, THEY SHOULD BE IN THEIR ROOM”

“bro, sans you need to breathe with me you’re friend is fine.” He ignored his brother, not looking away from Rus.

“RUS I CAN’T USE MY MAGIC” The room stilled around him but he persisted, dragging the younger skeleton closer and dropping his volume “You’re All They Have Right Now.

Seeing his hesitance Rant quickly amended his plea. “If I'm Wrong And They’re Fine I’ll Owe You- I Don’t Care- Just please…”

Rus swallowed, settled his frantic magic, and nodded before stepping out of Rant’s slackened grip into nowhere.

“sans i know you like bein dramatic but yer really startin to worry me- what happened, what’s wrong with yer magic.” Rant took a deep breath before looking up at Mutt and muttering into his brother’s hoodie

“I’ll Tell You Tonight” Shifting he let his tears fall and grabbed at the fabric in front of him “ I-I DON’T KNOW I JUST- I WOKE UP BUT WHAT I SAW- IT WAS TOO GRAPHIC TO NOT BE REAL AND I...” Rant took a shuddering breath “ IN IT Y/N- THEY GOT HURT BUT I CAN’T CALM DOWN ENOUGH TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.” He looked away from the crowd to the ground and flinched at the annoyed responses of some of them- mad at him for interrupting dinner over a nightmare and unaware of the satisfaction each rude comment brought him.

He couldn’t help but thank his old reputation as an attention seeking drama queen, this was his easiest coverup yet. Rant wiped his tears and started the process of evening out his breathing

Stars, it felt so good to be back in his own body. He settled into his brother’s embrace, hugging him back. He’d missed him so much.

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Blackjack hadn’t exactly been thrilled when you had showed up, he was quite the opposite if he was being honest. He didn’t like taking a back seat while a teenager piloted his body, sue him. But unlike you’d think he didn’t despise you, It was obvious that neither you nor your friends had been expecting a body switch to happen by the end of the first day. But then nearly 5 years later you’d made a deal with good old gertrude, accepted yet another experimental curse, and next thing the dragonborn knew he had his body back.

The next few months were interesting to say the least, he stuck with the party and quietly delighted in how your companions turned to him when they meant to talk to you and expected him to do things he’d never do. You were different then him, kinder, a total bard, and frankly he’s just glad that all those curses you’d brought onto the two of you had transferred. He could deal with a few extra scars if that was the trade off.

You did have a couple similarities though, your shared love of gambling, ale, and women.

The two of you were talking about just that, naming your favorite flirtatious endeavors over the years you’d spent as him- of which there were many, including lady victoria. It wasn’t exactly hard for him to pick up where you had left off but something told him there was something more to the parties’ friend in high places. As good of a rogue as you were you were oblivious to the lady’s growing infatuation, one of the many reasons why the other rogue became the king of thieves rather than you… or him??? Regardless the look on Victoria’s face when he’d introduced you stuck with him, he decided to keep you close for now just in case

You were at the back of the group, his steps slowed drastically to match yours, though you still had to fast walk to keep up with his much longer legs. You were going on about a tiefling academic you’d hit it off with a while back, the one who’d inspired and helped you develop a spell of your own. It was cheesy, a healing spell for those with ‘high charisma’ as you put it that utilized the castor’s kiss. It was effective and Blackjack won’t deny using it on his own to woo the occasional maiden.

You went on and on and he could envision the tiefling in question, commenting about other features as you raved about her cute freckles, when he felt a prickle in his scales. Before anyone could react you were in a figure’s hold with a blade to your throat.

Suddenly the air crackled with electricity as the trigger happy sorcerer unleashed a Thunder Wave. Blackjack braced himself for the impact, feeling something wet and warm splatter onto his tunic. He rushed towards your prone body, yelling for help from the cleric only to curse when they had run out of spell slots.

He sighed, his breath appearing a soft glowing yellow in front of him, he never thought he’d have to use your spell in a serious situation- especially not on you. As he pulled away from your cheek the words manifested on your skin, magic runes snaked down to your neck- glowing that same pale yellow. They ran over your wound until there was no more area to cover and slowly faded as your body repaired itself.

That wouldn’t be enough. The cleric took you from his hold and started pumping on your chest, trying to force air into your lungs in practiced motions. Your blood covered the pathway and the two of them as they tried to keep you from choking on it.

Looking back to the fight Blackjack saw the rogue known as Rumor- the one you called Sans- in the very heart of the battle. He sucked in a breath as he heard their foe cry out, Veronica. He was right, but he held no satisfaction in that. She tried to plead, to escape, but that rogue wouldn’t let her. Blow after blow he refused to stop.

Blackjack looked back to you as you spat up blood, finally breathing on your own, and he couldn’t help but pity any fool that tried to come between the two of you. Just friends my ass

Suddenly his attention was pulled from you to the cleric, who was outlined in a fading golden glow along with the rest of the party, who slowly came back to themselves

“Gods above that boy made a mess!” Rumor, the real one he assumed, looked on the body with disgust. Lady Veronica was unrecognizable.

“I assume y’all are back in control then?” Y/n sat up with help. Their voice was raspy, they were still glowing, and when they coughed into their hand their fingertips were fading away. They focused on their now bloody hand and chuckled “Must take bodies longer to transport than souls I guess. For what it’s worth it’s nice to meet you all.”

It couldn’t have taken more than 3 minutes of chatting before they were almost gone.

“It was nice knowin ya player”

“Heh yeah, I’ll miss getting my ass kicked at poker…” You surprised him with a look of sincerity and fondness, trapping his gaze onto you “Thanks for everything Blackjack.”

With one more smile and a farewell wish that we look out for ourselves they vanished back to where they came from. They really were kinder than they had any right to be

Blackjack stood with a sigh and without a word turned around to head back to the tavern they’d stayed in previously. He didn’t know about the others but he could use a drink, and it’d take many many more before he’d ever admit that he alread missed his stupid little protege.

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Rus wasn’t sure what he was expecting, when Papyrus had gone to get Rant for dinner he figured his friend was just exhausted from participating in your club. The three of you had become fast friends after him and the other ‘undesirable’ skeletons were relocated away from the main house’s relationship issues.

From what he’d been told you didn’t run into Rant despite having had your face in your phone, doing a little twirl to avoid the other skeleton last second - who had noticed your inattention and been gunning for you from down the hall. Which was just like him, always looking to start something. You’d peaked his interest and after a little chat in the halls he’d let you go to your next class until lunch.

Rus remembered you had looked so nervous and anxious when Rant had dragged you over to their seats across the lunchroom,literally, but you’d engaged and chatted with the shorter skeleton regardless. And while it took a little time he’d started chatting with you as well, since- as it turned out- the two of you were in the same graphic design course.

It wasn’t hard to convince the two of them to tag along with you to the DnD club come second semester, Rant had come prepared with a binder full of paper for notes and a separate stack for his character sheet, he’d come up with lots of backstory for his character- meanwhile Rus had a singular almost empty character sheet and took all of the session getting set up while you had multitasked helping him and participating in the pre-game exposition.

That was only a little over 5 hours ago, so when Rant had come down in a panic with a look that had dread coursing through his bones Rus was a little skeptical something had happened to you. But something told him there was more to it, and the desperation on his friend’s face alone was enough to spur him into action. He wouldn’t take any chances, not with someone he cared about

The moment he opened his sockets his gaze was drawn to your bed and he felt any and all composure he’d mustered up leave him.

“Y/n!?” A faint glow dissipated as he rushed to your side, crawling onto the bed to get to you in your confined space as he gathered you into his arms. Fuck there’s so much blood, Why-What-How??? Fuck!

He hesitated to take your pulse, the blood around your neck still wet. He couldn’t tell where it all came from and he nearly screamed when your hand shot up and grabbed his, your other clamping around his teeth. Rus jerked back and the motion sent the both of you tumbling off the bed, but you managed to catch him and brace a hand against the wall just past him- effectively stopping the two of you.

The two of you sat like that for a second before you exhaled, the tension breaking Rus began to fuss over you.

“Y/n what the fuck happened to you- did Rant have something to do with this? are you okay? do you need to go to the hospital?”

“No! Nonono I’m fine-”

“You’re Covered In-!” You shushed him, almost covering his face again before he caught your hands. He turned one of your palms towards you, it was the one you’d previously been coughing into and shook the offending arm for emphasis “See!!!” You looked past the skeleton at the wall, there was a bloody handprint you’d have to clean off and you could spot some on one of Rus’ hands

You shook your head and got back on track, fixing your tall friend with a serious look

“Look Rus, I don’t need a hospital. I just need to get cleaned up and maybe get a bandaid or two. I’m okay, promise.” He only frowned, searching your face before sighing

“you owe me an explanation later.”

“You probably won’t believe me.” You said with a tired chuckle

You scooched off of your bed and slipped off your pack, letting it hit the floor with a thunk and various muted clinks and clangs from your supplies, kits, and other odds and ends.

“can i ask about the wardrobe change now or should i wait?” You snickered as you fiddled with the various buckles attaching your scabbards and pouches to your person before thinking better of it and reaching for the pin clasping the ends of your cloak together and removing the garment. “Is That A Fucking Sword Y/N What The Hell!?!?”

Your laughter only grew louder as you nodded wordlessly with a grin, looking back at your awestruck friend- who had moved to his knees at the end of the bed, leaning closer to get a better look.

“Yeah, It ties in with the explanation but yeah it’s real! All of it is- wanna hold?” You’d explained excitedly as you quickly got the straps undone and off your body, removing your shortsword and it’s scabbard from the ensemble and holding it out towards Rus. He took it tentatively before sitting back to admire it.

You watched on with a proud look on your face, your smile growing when he unsheathed the blade and you caught his eyelights expand before zoning in on the engraving along the blade. It was a simple enough sword but one of your friends had enchanted it for you way back at the beginning when you all were still discovering and learning your class’ skills and you’d kept it close ever since.

Switching gears you started taking off your armor, which thankfully had taken most of the blood as well as your cloak- leaving your tunic nearly spotless this time around. There was a little soaked in around the collar but it was manageable. In a stroke of genius you grabbed a pair of sweatpants, telling Rus to stay where he was you moved to the alcove in your room that didn’t have your bed and quickly changed pants, throwing your boots and pants into the pile of adventuring gear before smearing blood across your face from your nose.

A mischievous grin spread across your face when you turned towards your companion

“How do I look?” when you got a concerned look in response your grin only grew “Great! I’ll be right back!” Rushing down the stairs you covered your nose, raising your voice so the whole room could hear you

“Hey mom?! I don’t know what happened but I got a really bad nosebleed- can I wash some things?”

Your mother turned from the TV to look at you, eyes widening in surprise and concern “Of course, What happened?”

“I don’t know! I woke up and there was blood everywhere. I think It stopped but it got all over my bed.”

“Here, let me strip your sheets- you get cleaned up.”

“Oh no, you don’t gotta do that.! I can get it, just give me a sec.” You tried to wave her off but she insisted, already heading up your stairs. Aaaah fuck Rus isn’t supposed to be here he didn’t use the door!!!

You felt rather than heard the pop of magic in the air and sighed, You’d have to get with him later, but for now you had blood to clean. You absently wondered if rubbing alcohol worked on leather.

Getting back to your room you looked around and found that all your gear- which you had completely forgotten also shouldn’t have been there- was piled up in the same place you had previously changed, hidden from view of your mother. You also found your phone plugged up on your bed with messages on it’s screen

~Rus~

-text me after dinner

-i’ll come over w/ rant and you can explain

Rant? Who’s-OOOOOHHH!!!! Right multiverse shenanigans, Sans is Rant here. As you were going to unlock your phone you got another text from the aforementioned skeleton himself

~Rant~

-RUS SAID YOU WERE ALIVE. I’LL BE TELLING MY BROTHER WHAT HAPPENED TO US IF YOU WOULD…

The message cut off, which concerned you until you remembered that you’d have to enter the app to get the full message since it was so long. Inputting your passcode you re-read the full text

-RUS SAID YOU WERE ALIVE. I’LL BE TELLING MY BROTHER WHAT HAPPENED TO US IF YOU WOULD BE UP TO COMING OVER AND EXPLAINING IT TOGETHER? I’D BE NICE TO NOT LOOK INSANE IN FRONT OF MY ONLY FAMILY

-We’ll see if I can make it after dinner, I owe Rus an explanation too. He actually just texted and said he’d come over with you so /I/ can tell /y'all/ what happened

-You slipped up by the way, you live with your ~cousins~ remember?

-YOU’D BETTER COME OVER…

His bubble appeared and disappeared before he finally responded

- BITE ME PEASANT

-Kinky~

-But also sleep sounds great though

-I HOPE YOUR HANGOVER KILLS YOU

You pocketed your phone with a smirk as you hopped off your bed. Some reheated leftovers sounded amazing right about now, you feel like you could eat a whole feast. You glanced over at your things and considered your unending flask of honey mead before thinking better of it. Sans- fuck RANT- was right. That healing spell would give you a major hangover after you woke up, especially with how much it had to heal. You shivered as you felt your own mortality weigh down on you.

You’d almost died again, and there were no more resurrection scrolls- especially now that you were home. Your eyes drifted back to the flask…

It couldn’t hurt to celebrate a little could it? Not only are you alive but you’re home! Besides you’re already going to hate life in the morning, why not enjoy a few swigs before that cliff?

You took a long drink and closed the flask, burying it under your things before making your way down the stairs to get something to eat. It wasn’t long after that you were in your usual spot on the couch watching TV with your family and laughing together. You’d even gotten a hug from your mom during a sad scene, and if she noticed you crying a bit more than you meant to then she didn’t say anything. It wasn’t totally unheard of for you to shed a few tears for fiction after all.

#Poly? Morph #fanfic #Rant #purpfell!sans #Rus #sf!papyrus #Getting sucked into your DND game sucks but what about after?#next episode- Rant and Reader share screen time in their own fic #but first 'The Talk' tm #I called myself out in the last paragraph but i'm taking ya'll down with me #I hope this all pasted correctly cause I'm too lazy to check #it doesn't feel like 9 docs pages but oh well #thanks for reading! <3

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Trust

Papyrus never thought they’d actually make it and stay up surface side. But in this case he was happy to be proven wrong, the kid had gotten them all up top and they’d stayed that way for almost a year now.

Given how many times the child had turned back the clock underground, Papyrus hadn’t really let himself believe they wouldn’t do it again this time for a long time. But once they got up, they’d never been dragged down. He’d finally come to trust that this timeline might actually be permanent, and it seemed Chara might even have too. The closed off child had slowly started to tear down their walls, though they were still guarded for someone so young. Seeing them try to better themself had actually made him pretty attached to the human.

Which was why said human was now draped over his his front as he lied on the couch, listening to them rant about their rough day as an ambassador. Their head was on his sternum, and they were small enough that their legs only reached to just above his pelvis. Being much larger, he didn’t mind serving as their mattress as he wrapped one arm back around his head, the other laying a hand on their back, and the part of his long snake tail that didn’t fit on the couch looped over the far armrest and splayed haphazardly across the floor.

Chara idly played with one of the strings of his hoodie just to give their fingers something to do as they continued to let their built up stress spill out along with their words. “The Senator even called me ‘it’ again, even though I’ve told him a million times to use 'they’ but apparently that’s difficult to get his pig head around, and then-”

They both stopped when a rolling growl surprised them into silence.

“…What was that, Papyrus?”

He sighed. “me. sorry kiddo, that was just my stomach.”

“But you’re a skeleton.”

“heh, yeah. i’m a skeleton with a snake tail made of magic.”

Chara made a face conveying ‘yeah, fair.’ “But I thought your stomach would also be made of magic? That sounded like a human, almost.”

“it is. i’m just fighting instinct, kiddo. and it’s yelling at me for it.”

“Instinct?”

“to eat you, it’s a naga thing more than a skeleton thing.”

Chara sat up, looking distinctly worried.

Shoot. “you’re forgetting humans and monsters are different. but i'm not gonna anyways, so yer fine.”

Chara had the same scared look on their face as the first time they met. He could practically hear the trust break, and his soul panged for it. Thank stars it didn’t make his stomach growl again.

“i said i wouldn’t do it, even if it wouln’t be what you’re thinking.” He sighed. “so what did senator asshat do?”

Chara readjusted to be fully sitting up, back against the couch proper and using his stomach as if it were the couch cushion. The reduction of contact was apparently enough to allow them to continue, but their stress relief stopped even if their story didn’t.

Papyrus pretended he didn't notice and it didn't hurt.

-----

Chara remained distant for the next week. And not just from Papyrus, they pulled back from everyone now.

*You point out that they're stressed now more than ever.

"Yeah, Frisk. I know!"

The ghost child made a face at Chara, crossing their arms.

Chara flopped back across their bed "Don't give me that disappointed look. I get it, I'm backsliding into old habits I made even before the Underground."

*You suggest that they should try giving out trust again.

"Fine, but that skeleton needs to earn it back first." They even refused to use Papyrus’ name.

*You point out that Sans didn't do anything wrong. And maybe he can even explain what Papyrus meant.

Chara looked thoughtful, and left their bedroom right then and there to look for the younger skeleton.

-----

"Sans? Your brother wants to eat me."

The smaller skelenaga seemed surprised by Chara's statement, but then his eye lights turned to stars as he squealed "THAT'S SO CUTE! DID HE TELL YOU THAT?"

Chara flinched and their voice faltered in bafflement "Y-yeah, he did. Why is that cute?"

Sans blinked. "DID PAPY NOT EXPLAIN WHAT THAT MEANS FOR A NAGA?"

Chara shook their head.

"UGH, OF COURSE. LAZYBONES!" He shook his head before launching into the explanation. "NAGAS HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO SWALLOW THOSE THEY CARE ABOUT AS A PROTECTION TACTIC. THEY TAKE IN THEIR YOUNG WHEN THEY'RE REALLY LITTLE TO BE SAFE DURING TRAVEL, OR SOMETIMES CLOSE FRIENDS AND RELATIVES CAN BE HEALED THAT WAY. IT'S EVEN PART OF OUR COURTING RITUAL IN THE RIGHT CONTEXT!"

"So... then he was saying he wanted to keep me safe?"

"YEAH! HE'S ALWAYS BEEN THE CARETAKER BETWEEN THE TWO OF US. HE EVEN TOOK CARE OF ME WHEN I WAS A BABYBONES!”

Chara went quiet, and Sans let them mull over the new information patiently.

“Sans, did Papyrus ever... uh... you know, to you?” the human finally ventured.

“TAKE ME IN? OF COURSE! NOT IN A LONG TIME, BUT HE USED TO REGULARLY, LIKE A GOOD CARETAKER! THAT’S WHY I SAID IT WAS SO CUTE, IT MEANS HE’S FINALLY ADMITTING HE CARES ABOUT SOMEONE, AND THAT’S SOMETHING HE HASN’T DONE SINCE HE BEFRIENDED MUFFET. EVEN IF HE'S NEVER TAKEN HER IN.”

Sans had to cut the conversation there, it was sparring time at Alphys' place. But that was fine by the human. They set their face into a stern, DETERMINED expression and marched toward the front room.

'Ok Frisk, let's try this trust thing again then.'

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Papyrus was back on the couch, having fallen asleep to Napstaton's report on their latest album drop, oh and also the government was launching another bill to instate monsters with citizenship. Maybe it'll pass this time! Anyways, keep your ears peeled for tour dates, blah blah.

When Chara walked into the room he stirred, forcing his sockets open more fully and giving them a sleepy look as they stopped in front of him expectantly.

"sup?" He asked.

"Eat me."

Well shit, NOW he was awake. "what?"

"Eat me. You said you wanted to." The human reiterated.

His instincts clamored at him to agree. 'Take them in, protect. Do it now!'

He shook his skull, attempting to dismiss the intruding thought. While adjusting himself to be sitting up on the couch, he asked "what brought this up?"

Chara finally broke eye contact, which had been boring holes into him, casting their at last softened gaze to the floor. They hopped up onto the couch beside him when he gave it an encouraging pat.

Papyrus was nothing if not patient, able to curb the obnoxious persistence of the instincts by focusing on Chara's SOUL. Its power as a human SOUL radiated in waves, but even so it failed to cover their nervousness tendrilling outwards seeking comfort.

A light push of support from his own weaker SOUL must have helped tip the balance for them as they managed to break their silence. "Sans explained. He told me what it means for nagas, and uh, how you used to care for him."

Papyrus nodded, knowing they weren't done and waiting for them to gather their thoughts.

"I just..." They clenched their hands int their lap hard enough to make them go white as the blood was pressed out.

Papyrus laid his metacarpals on their shoulder, a feather light show of support.

They looked up to him again, eyes slightly wet and voice small "I don't want to be scared."

"i scare you?" No hurt verbally shown, just a clinically asked question.

"No! J-just that one admission made me think I was scared of you, and I hate it!"

They finally did let their tears loose, and Papyrus hugged them while they let stress pour out of their SOUL as words poured out of their mouth.

"I hate that I can't trust people! But I just don't want to be hurt, so I'm scared ALL THE TIME and it's exhausting, Papyrus! I'm broken, and I can't fix it, even though I'm trying!"

They sobbed into his jacket, and he let them, wrapping his arms tighter around them and sending consoling pulses from his SOUL to theirs.

"yer not broken, kiddo. and yer not wrong, you've been hurt. so it's normal for trust to come slow. being scared sucks, but we all are at some point. friends are there to help you get out of those low points and bring you back up. you're doing great, and we'll be here whenever you need us."

Chara clung tighter, and slowly their tears slowed and stopped, and their breathing levelled. Things went quiet again.

"...Pap?"

"hm?"

"Thank you."

"heh, i just sat here on my lazy coccyx."

They batted him weakly, pulling away. "You know what I me-"

'Grrrroooooaaannnn'

As the skeleton's stomach growled, his face lit up orange in an awful blush and Chara burst out into laughter. After half a flustered moment he couldn't help but join in, chuckling along as the mood was shattered.

Once they calmed down, they contemplated for a moment before speaking again. "Paps, I still mean what I said. I don't want to be afraid. If you're ok with it, go ahead."

His instincts clamored all the more fiercely and he had to crush the impulse hard for him to instead ask for clarification. "you want me to...?"

'there's no way they actually want me to. no way in hell.' He thought

They took a breath, and rephrased. "Yes. Take me in, Pap. Please."

Papyrus fixed them with a serious look, locking eyes and not letting them go. He looked for any signs of lingering doubt, the tiniest hint they were forcing themself, any reason at all to not agree to their request. None, they seemed resolved. Full of DETERMINATION. Alright.

Here we go.

"ok, but lemme know if you want me to stop. we only do this if you really want to continue."

He gave them a moment to reconsider, but they just gave him a resolute nod.

He picked them up from the couch, setting them in his lap, splaying out his coils more to allow less friction upon entry while still supporting them as they sat atop on the outside. No struggle on their part, and Papyrus felt his tongue and throat manifest in anticipation.

He nuzzles the top of their head with his nasal bone, hearing the softest giggle from them in response as they gave his arm a light squeeze.

He sighed, "in ya get."

Papyrus let his jaw dislocate and gape, allowing the needed room for him to cup the back of the child's head and gently push forward to fit it into his mouth. He brought his head down over theirs slowly, giving them time to adjust to he sensation or panic in time to retreat.

Still as a statue on their end, and now the crown of their head was at the back of his throat.

One big swallow, their head is now lodged in his throat, and he moves their arms (one of which had still been shakily holding the sleeve of his sweater) into position at their sides.

Gulp number two, their shoulders are in his gullet, arms and torso atop his tongue. He can feel their heart fluttering frantically against their ribs, like a panicked caged bird. But they still make no move to escape.

Third swallow, their chest and SOUL along with it dip into his throat, and he tilts his skull back to allow gravity to slide their body past his clavicles and into his chest. His own SOUL pulses calm into theirs, all the more strongly with their newfound proximity.

Gulp four, their feet (which he removed the shoes from as he guided their legs in) slide out of view and he can close his mouth again at last. But he's not done.

The final, deep swallow on gulp five sends them down and his hands go up to his neck. His distal phalanges gently press and follow the bulges they create in his throat until they fully slip past his collarbones, and in a moment they slide into a far more open space.

Since his stomach is filled, the normally translucent faux flesh has turned opaque. But he hardly has need to see them since the sensitive magic can feel everything as their hands press against the walls, heart still nervously fluttering as their pressing fingers shake ever so slightly.

One hand reaches up to reaffix his mandible so he can actually speak, and the other presses in to where he can feel their back resting and slowly starts to rub. They initially flinch away from the touch, but resettle into it and he can feel them forcing their muscles to relax from their held tension.

They're warm, much warmer than he is. It's probably largely due to excess adrenaline but he enjoys their weight inside, and his instinct has finally shut up, which is a relief beyond words for the monster.

"you ok in there, kiddo?"

They flinch again at being spoken to, perhaps he sounds odd from inside. "Y-yeah. I'm ok...." They take a deep breath, and their heart finally slows to a more normal beat. "I'm fine."

"good, i'm glad. trip was ok? it's been awhile for me."

"Yeah. It's weird though. When I touch the walls," they press their palm into the giving flesh again before removing it. "It feels slick. Almost wet, but as far as I can tell from in here I'm dry."

"of all the first questions, that's the one you pick eh?"

He gets a foot pressed into him for his tease.

"yeah, alright. magic has whatever form serves its owners function. a bit inconvenient to have to hose down every time you wanted to cuddle somebody like this, yeah?"

"Ok, fair. This is considered cuddling, huh?"

"held close and comfy, i see little difference."

They chuckle, "It's pretty comfortable in here. I grant you that."

He chuckled, and hummed in contentment. He was indeed comfy, and their body heat had in fact dialled down after the panic faded. He loved that they were curious, and their lightly questing fingers brought a warm, nostalgic feeling. He readjusted to be on the floor, making them both more comfortable.

But then he moved again to be draping his torso across the section of his body Chara was contained in.

"Hey! You're squishing me you dumb skeleton!"

"nooooo, i'm cuddling. it's what you get for being so warm."

They pressed up at him, even through his own squishy tail he felt them shoving at his ribs, earning more chuckles from him. "Ugh! This is worse than normal, I can't even get away from you lying all over me!"

"exactly, it's so much easier."

"Cheating lazybones!" They tried to sound annoyed, but laughter gave away their enjoyment of the game.

They couldn't see his grin but probably heard it in his tone. "i call it efficiency, shortstack."

They got their legs involved, and he let his torso get pushed away by their short legs shoving at him.

They were both chuckling as he moved yet again (geez this was an active day for him) to nestle in his own coils. This time he made sure they'd be in a comfortable position too, and close enough he could rub their back some more. He smiled when they leaned into the indirect touch.

Warm, comfortable, and happy. To no one's surprise, he was ready for a nap. He yawned, and was mildly surprised to hear Chara yawn in reply.

"tired, kid?" He asked, poking their cheek and of course getting pushed away by a small hand.

"Yeah. You must be rubbing off on me."

"ah, corrupting the youth is a favored past time of mine. excellent."

"Whatever, old man."

He just snorted in response.

"Is it ok if I nap in here?" The human questioned a bit hesitantly.

"mmhm. means i have an excuse not to move."

"Stars, you ARE old."

"you pronounced 'pragmatic' wrong. night, kiddo."

"Goodnight, Numbskull."

Papyrus waited until he felt their breathing deepen and their muscles go slack. Knowing Chara was asleep, he nodded off too.

He even pretended he slept through Sans' cooing when the younger skeleton came home and saw what happened.

The ribbing (heh.) Papyrus would get from his brother over it was worth it for the nice afternoon.

#ugh the first time I write in for-friggin-ever and it's vore shit #bunch of stuff about how snek skels work lifted from shamedump #and obviously this isn't sexy time no ships here I will sue #undertail vore #soft vore #safe vore #clean vore

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