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cellydawn · 3 years

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sans IS gaster (OR the sans theory masterpost pt. 2)

Part 1 || ❤️ || Part 3

(drawn by me, color by @magenteel)

Previously, we discussed: Sans and his hand in the destruction of a world, his connection to Ice-E and Deltarune, and how he relates to Gaster. We’re going to continue the thread we left off on.

Section III - Gaster (Cont.)

Snails are mentioned too many times throughout Undertale for them to not be of any significance. As it turns out, they are pretty important in unraveling the mystery behind Gaster and Sans.

When you enter the area with Napstablook’s snail farm, you’ll notice that Sans’s theme is playing despite him not making an appearance.

In one of Papyrus’s phone calls, he mentions that Sans recently bought snail-shaped pasta and says “He’ll probably fill them with hotdogs and slime.” Toriel also owns a book called “72 User for Snails”. Track 72 in the Undertale OST is “Song That Might Play When You Fight Sans”. That’s multiple times that Sans is likened to snails.

Snails belong under the taxonomic class Gastropoda. Gasterpods.

These long pauses between words and phrases are not unlike how Gaster speaks.

Here is Gaster speaking with us in the opening sequence of Deltarune. And...

Now. Let’s move on.

(More under the cut.)

Mus_smile is the track that plays in room_gaster. This is my personal opinion, but the character that is the most strongly associated with smiles is Sans.

And Sans is certainly intelligent enough to be the prime suspect for being Gaster. The proper name for his namesake is Comic Sans Microsoft, or Comic Sans MS. MS can also be used as a suffix for the name of a person who has a degree in a Master of Science.

Sans also owns quantum physics books. The subject of Gaster’s scientific research is revealed in Entry #17: “photon readings negative”. Photons are described as a "quantum" of electromagnetic energy, and are of course within the realm of study under quantum physics.

Gaster, like Sans, is brilliant yet slow-working. Slower than Alphys, who is repeatedly noted to have nothing to show yet as the royal scientist in the eyes of the people and is shown to slack off constantly.

Gaster is implied to have perished, and I suppose he did, in a way, if these speculations do end up being correct. However, there’s something more to this statement. Ghosts are sort of in the realm of being not-alive, and Sans and Napstablook have a surprising level of comparability.

They both:

Get likened to “garbage”

Have connections to snails (Napstablook runs the snail farm)

Speak completely in lower case

Pretend to sleep and say “Z’s” out loud

Have black “sclera”

And the black sclera is also a topic of its own; it’s equated with the status of being brought back to life. Being “determined”. (See: Asriel and Undyne)

Undyne is especially suspect due to the strange right-eye-phenomenon she has in common with Sans, with spears shooting out of hers. Spears that are actually colored light blue, not unlike Sans’s eye.

To recap:

Sans and Gaster are heavily involved in Deltarune

They have been displaced from time and space

They have connections to snails

They are both doctors with knowledge in quantum physics

They both “fell” into the abyss

They both talk similarly

They are both slow

They are both characterized by their smile

They are both some degree of dead

Sans is Gaster or a significant piece of him. Sans has Gaster Blasters because they belong to him. If all prior conjecture proves true, he is and will be responsible for the destruction of a world or THE world within Deltarune. After all, the Latin definitions of “gaster” and “sans” are to destroy and to be without, respectively.

That brings us to the next subject: why is Sans Sans? More specifically, why is that his name? Why even change his name?

Below is the Japanese version of the fun event with Sans’s phone call. It features completely different dialogue from its English counterpart.

Am I Licca-chan? (Select No) Then from now on call me Sans. I need to check every once in a while. I won’t know when my name has changed.

“Licca-chan” is a well-known Barbie-esque dress-up doll in Japan, so popular to the point where it is even used as a synonym for other dolls from different companies. Perhaps it implies that Sans is adaptable due to Licca-chan’s nature as a doll and how she is in a constant state of change to reflect the times. It also seems to be a pun on “liquor” because Sans was talking about beer in the English version. I tried to scour the Japanese fandom for clues, but they also seemed stumped. If anyone has any ideas on what this could mean, please let me know!

Regardless, “Sans” doesn’t seem to be his actual name. Perhaps his true name was Gaster...?

Additionally, If the player changes the name of the fallen child via going into the code, this message appears in the stats menu. The vernacular is very Sans-like, with his frequent use of question tags at the end of his sentences (I counted 14 huh’s from Sans).

Finally, let’s talk about the number six. We know that it’s Gaster’s number--All of the explicitly Gaster-related fun events trigger for fun values in the sixties, Gaster’s stats are all comprised of 6′s, Gaster’s “typer-value” is 666--you get the idea.

The concept art Toby drew for the Alarm Clock’s character screen features what is presumably Sans and the number six.

“The Choice”--the track that plays during Sans’s judgements--is “Undertale” slowed down by 666%.

Section IV - Angels and Demons (The “Why”)

In modern day culture, 666 is closely associated with the devil. The Book of Revelation (13:17-18) asserts that 666 is “the number of a man” (this is important, and we’ll come back to it later) and is “the number of the Beast”. The Beast is mentioned as “coming out of the abyss”.

Sounds a lot like someone else we know, doesn’t it? And how fitting for Sans, the one who judges our sins and demands us “to burn in hell”.

But if we go further, the Beast of Revelation is described to have seven heads representing seven kings. The beast itself is an eighth king who is of the seven and "was and is not and shall ascend out of the bottomless pit, and go into perdition."

Chara is an eighth of the seven fallen children.

There’s something Chara, Sans, and Gaster all share, and it’s their association with demons.

Here is an excerpt from the Cutting Room Floor:

Among the four strings in version 1.0, the last one, designated by variable “demond”, stands out for two reasons.

The letter “d” is separate from the other letters denoting the demon variables--the rest, “x”, “y”, and “z” are in sequential alphabet order.

The speech pattern of the last string is different from the others. It has that signature question tag at the end of the sentence that a certain character is known for.

In version 1.001, the strings clearly reflect Chara’s speech pattern. This time, all the variables are in sequential order from “a” to “d”.

Pieces of dialogue at the near-end of a genocide route from Chara and Sans. Recall that Chara is using the same “Now” from earlier with Gaster and Sans.

Chara makes a reference to Banana Yoshimoto's book “Kitchen”. Take note of the page number.

Chara is also linked to the number nine. It’s the highest achievable stat in-game. It’s the stat of the locket and real knife. It’s how much damage Chara deals. It’s also the number six flipped upside down.

The connections are undeniable.

And yet, it goes further. Let’s take a look at how Christmas comes in to play.

In Deltarune, there are a few references to it, the most foremost probably being the importance of Noelle Holiday as a character. We also get Lancer’s laugh and the joke with “Krismas”.

Back to Undertale, there is significant Christmas iconography represented by “Gyfmas” and Gyftrot (bearing a strong resemblance to Photoshop Flowey, the DT Extractor, and Gaster Blasters).

What I’d like to focus on is Santa. Papyrus describes him as “a chubby, smiling man who loves to surprise people.” From the thank you note addressed to Santa we find in Sans’s room, we can assume that Sans is a Santa, at least to Papyrus. It’s pretty fitting, since Sans can be described as someone who “knows if [we’ve] been bad or good”. Maybe he can even tell if we’re sleeping or awake with how the Dark World appears to be linked with sleep and dreams (please read my theory on Sans being a Darkner for more on this).

So we can reasonably conclude that Sans presents himself as a friendly, child-oriented figure, in-line with the nature of Comic Sans, a font for children, and Ice-E, a mascot of a company marketed towards children.

…

Santa is an anagram of Satan.

…

To recap: Gaster’s association with the number 666 marks him as a “demon”. Chara and Sans are also called demons and similarly have connections to the number 6. This is more evidence that Gaster and Sans is or used to be the same people, and Chara has some form of correspondence with them.

I failed to mention before that there is actually a second Beast of Revelation “from the Earth” with "two horns like a lamb”. From the “earth” like Flowey, with horns like Asriel.

Asriel is most likely the “Angel” depicted in the prophecy within the scope of Undertale; he’s named similarly to Azrael, an angel of death, and one of his attacks is literally called “Angel of Death”. He also bears a striking resemblance to the Deltarune in his God of Hyperdeath form.

Surprise, surprise, he and Sans also share parallels.

Let’s start with their introductions. “Flowey the flower”. “Sans the skeleton”. It’s a similarly alliterative greeting and they’re both using fake names.

Mirrored dialogue yet again...

…and similar meta-commentary.

These three characters--Sans/Gaster, Chara, and Flowey/Asriel--they have all fallen. Gaster fell into his creation. Chara fell into the Underground. Asriel had “fallen down”. (Sans and Papyrus are also the only sibling pair other than Chara and Asriel. I won’t talk about Papyrus in this part though because this thing is shaping up to be too long already.)

What does this mean for Sans? I have a personal theory.

Above the entryway of the Judgement Hall, there is a reversed Deltarune. The triangles are inverted and the wings are more bat-like. In the room where only Sans appears, the same room that plays a version of “Undertale” slowed down 666%.

I think Sans is a candidate for the Angel prophesized to destroy the world in Deltarune. I think he is Sans Serif, a seraph. He fell into his experiment and became a “fallen” angel, a demon.

The Angel’s Heaven mentioned alongside, on the other hand... Heaven can also be used to refer to God. Dog is an anagram of God.

Sans has many, many connections with dogs, especially one Annoying Dog. More on this next time.

Part 1 || ❤️ || Part 3

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sheewolf85 · 4 years

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New Fic - Right Where You Belong

Summary: Based on Twitter ramblings from Keelywolfe, Nanenna, myself, and many others!

Edge is the older brother here, only a teenager himself and living on the streets with Red when he's invited by Rus to stay at his place with his dad and younger brother. He can watch the kids while Rus goes to work at the lab with Gaster! It's perfect! And it is, for a while, until one day the kids get into a fight and Blue gets hurt.

As much as Edge wants to comfort the kids and make sure everything is okay, he can't help but wonder what's going to happen when Rus and Gaster get home. Will he and his brother lose their warm, safe home?

Notes: This has been stuck in my head ever since this morning when it was talked about on Twitter. It had to be written!

One quick note here, Edge and Rus are the same age, about sixteen or so. Rus can't do much at the lab, but enough to earn a bit of cash to help out with the bills.

I want to gift this to the ppl on Twitter, but I feel like I'd miss someone, so, if you were part of the twitter convo, consider this your gift!

Read it AO3

Or read after the cut

Stars, he was tired. He hadn’t slept well the night before because his baby brother hadn’t slept well, and all Edge wanted was a damn nap that he wasn’t likely to get anytime soon seeing as how he was the only one in the house to watch the two younger kids.

Which, admittedly, he wasn’t doing a very good job of at the moment. But they were fine; they were in Blue’s room playing while Edge attempted to keep his sockets open in the living room. He was listening, though, and they seemed to be playing some sort of superhero game, both of them being the heroes while several of Blue’s stuffed animals played the bad guys. It was honestly cute, even if they were both a bit grouchy today.

To top it off, neither of the toddlers had taken a nap. Edge had honestly expected Red to pass right the heck out since he’d barely slept the night before, but no, he was chattering to himself the whole hour while Blue sang himself lullabies.

It wasn’t much of a surprise when their play turned a bit sour, their gentle squabbling over which villain was going to get their butt handed to them next turning into an all-out argument complete with raised voices and name-calling.

Edge really should have gotten up to check on them and help them calm down fifteen minutes ago. He shouldn’t have let it go on so long, but he was so tired!

Red screeching in anger got Edge to his feet in a hurry. He made it to the doorway of Blue’s room just in time to see Red throw a toy at Blue. It hit him square in the face with enough force to knock him down and smack the back of his head on another toy.

Blue was immediately in tears, screaming in both pain and anger as Edge rushed over to check him. Edge’s soul began to pound as Blue sat up and marrow dripped from nasal aperture. There was the tiniest of cracks on the left side, close to his socket.

Edge’s mind began to race at the sight of the crack. He could only barely remember how he’d gotten the vast majority of his scars, but he knew they all hurt when they were fresh.

“i didn’t mean to!” Red hollered, running up to them.

Blue kicked at him, screaming again and barely missing his knee by a few inches.

Edge pulled his little brother back, away from potential harm by Blue’s flailing feet. “I know, Red, but you can’t throw things like that!” He turned his attention back to Blue. “Shhh, it’s okay, Blue,” he said softly. “You’re okay; let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” He helped Blue to his feet. “Red, I want you to stay here and think about what you’ve done while I help Blue.”

Red sniffled and nodded, his gaze on his feet. Edge so wanted to scoop him up and remind him that these things happened but he needed to try to control himself a little better. He didn’t have time; he had to get Blue at least cleaned up before Rus and Gaster got home.

Thinking of Rus and Gaster only made his soul pound harder. Gaster was a great father, very kind and attentive to his two boys, and Rus was the kind of older brother Edge so wished he could be. The fact that Gaster even let Edge and Red stay in their home spoke to the kind of man he was, even if Edge did work for his stay. He cooked and cleaned and cared for the children, but he’d do it all four times over if Gaster asked it of him.

He set a still-sobbing Blue on the counter by the kitchen sink and turned on the faucet to wet a paper towel. After wringing it out one-handed, he tried to gently wipe at Blue’s face. Blue screeched louder and pushed Edge’s hand away.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Blue,” he said gently. “I’m not going to hurt you, buddy, but I need to get you cleaned up so I can see if you need a healer.” Stars, he hoped Blue wouldn’t need a healer.

Blue whined and looked up at Edge with bright, starry eye lights, but he nodded and let Edge do what had to be done. Gently dabbing the smeared marrow away, Edge could finally see the extent of the crack. It didn’t go through his bone like the one in Edge’s socket, thank goodness. It was only on the outer surface of the bone, but that surely didn’t mean it hurt any less.

It had stopped bleeding finally and soon Edge had the little guy all cleaned up. He took him to change his clothes and then set the boys in different rooms for time out, which only resulted in more screaming from children who were adamant that they were okay now and wanted to play. Red even kicked at him just before he shut the door to their shared room.

Both kids in time out, their muffled cries still echoing through the house, Edge found himself in the bathroom and locked the door. Sitting on the floor by the bathtub, he drew his knees up and let his head fall between them. He tried to wrap his arms around his head to block out the sound, but it was hopeless. Even among the cries from frustrated children, Edge could hear the memory of Blue’s painful screaming.

He was going to have a bruise, that was certain. Even if the crack were somehow miraculously healed by the time Blue’s father and older brother came home, there was no way to hide what had happened.

Guilt twisted in Edge’s soul. Would he really have tried to hide it? What kind of person was he? Gaster trusted him with his youngest child, and that was how he was going to repay his kindness? No, he had to be honest and let the chips fall as they may.

A tight sob forced its way out of Edge’s chest. He knew exactly how the chips were going to fall. This was all his fault, and if Gaster was even a fraction as smart as Edge knew him to be, he and his brother would be back out on the streets by tonight.

If it were only Edge himself, he could handle that. He’d made a mistake and he’d pay the price. What was killing him now wasn’t what he was going to lose. No, it was that his baby brother was going to have to pay that price right along with him. Red didn’t belong on the streets. He deserved to have a filling meal each night and a warm, safe place to sleep.

If there was a way to ask Gaster to please keep Red here, he’d do it, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know if it was selfishness or the knowledge that Red could be a handful, but he would not ask Gaster to care for his brother.

The sudden vibration of his phone in his pocket made him jump. He hurried to his feet and pulled out to silence the blaring alarm.

He swore under his breath and went to the sink to try to clean up. Rus and Gaster would be home within the hour, and he hadn’t even started anything for dinner.

Splashing some water on his face only marginally helped, but it was enough to calm the panic still aching in his chest. A few deep breaths later, he opened the door and went to let the kids know they could be free from time out.

Except both their doors were open and the two were playing quietly together in Blue’s room. He stood in the doorway and folded his arms across his chest.

“What are you two doing out of time out?” he asked, eyeing the both of them. The discoloration of a bruise was already starting to bloom around Blue’s left eye.

“You were in the bathroom crying for a long time,” Blue said sadly. “Are you okay?”

Stars, he was going to miss that kid.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Are you both going to be good now or do I need to separate you again?”

This time it was Red who answered. “we’re being good. i even said i was sorry.”

Well, that was something, at least. “Good. I’m going to start dinner.” Hopefully he’d have enough time to at least enjoy it with the family.

Learning to cook had been an experience Edge would never forget. He loved being able to craft tasty dinners and treats, and having a stocked kitchen like he did here made it easy to decide on something to make. At least, most of the time. Now, as Edge surveyed the cupboards, he couldn’t think of a single thing. Nothing seemed good enough. The kids, and probably Rus, would go for something simple like chili dogs or chicken strips, but if this was going to be the last real dinner Red was going to have for a while, Edge wanted to make it count.

He still hadn’t been able to decide on anything by the time the door opened. Edge closed his eyes and gripped the side of the counter behind him to keep his balance as Blue shrieked in joy and went running down the hall.

“Daddy!” he cried, just like every day when Gaster and Rus got home, and Edge could imagine Gaster scooping him up just like always.

“Hello, there!” Gaster’s voice called out happily. “How are--oh my! What happened to your socket?”

“Red threw a toy at me.”

Edge hurried out to the living room to try to explain.

Gaster looked up at him, concern on his scarred features. “Hello, Edge,” he said calmly.

“It was my fault,” Edge admitted. “I wasn’t watching them as carefully as I should have. I promise you, Red has been punished.” He wouldn’t say that all he’d gotten was time out. He swallowed, suddenly hoping neither Gaster nor Rus would ask.

Red peeked around the corner, and Edge’s soul hurt at the expression on his tiny face. He had hoped and prayed so many times that Red wouldn’t remember what they’d been through before living on the streets, but that expression told him otherwise. Even if he didn’t remember specifics, he knew enough.

“i said i was sorry,” Red said softly, more a confession than a defiant statement.

To Edge’s surprise, Rus went over and kneeled down by Red. “of course you’re sorry, buddy. we don’t mean to hurt our friends, but sometimes we get cranky and it happens, right?”

Red nodded and reached out with both arms, a silent request for a hug. Rus scooped him up and hugged him tightly.

“are you okay?” Rus asked, bouncing Red lightly in his arms.

Red nodded, and the urge to pull him out of Rus’ arms was nearly overwhelming. Edge forced himself to stay where he was.

“And you?” Gaster asked, looking at Edge. “Are you okay?”

Him? “I--”

“He cried for a long time,” Blue said sadly. “But I couldn’t hug him because the door was locked.”

Edge swallowed thickly, his cheekbones heating up.

“Which door was locked?” Gaster asked curiously, an undertone of something perhaps more serious.

“The bathroom,” Blue replied. “He was in the bathroom.”

Tattletale.

Edge sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. He had to clear his throat before he could speak. “They weren’t alone for too long, Sir--I mean, Gaster.”

In truth, Edge had no idea how long they were alone. Probably more than an hour, which was entirely too long.

Gaster bent to put Blue down and then settled a hand on Rus’ shoulder. “Will you take the little ones to play for a moment? I’d like to have a word with Edge.”

Rus must have agreed because he coaxed the kids down the hall with promises of the best blanket fort in the world.

“Edge? Come sit down with me.”

Gaster didn’t touch him, not exactly. He reached out and almost set a hand on his shoulder like he did with his own son, stopping just before making contact. Edge only nodded and went with him to the living room. He knew what was going to happen next, and while he wasn’t prepared, he knew it was inevitable. It had been from the beginning.

They sat on the couch together, Gaster folding his hands in his lap.

“First and foremost, I want to assure you that I understand how you feel. Maybe not exactly, but close enough. I understand that bad days happen, especially when children are cranky. I can tell from Blue’s eyes that he didn’t nap today, and I’d say from what I saw of Red’s face that it was the same with him?”

Edge nodded, his gaze kept firmly on his knees.

“You’ve handled them so well, Edge, that I have no doubts you handled the situation today with care and love.”

That time Edge shook his head. He had to be honest. “No, I didn’t. They were alone in the bedroom and I didn’t even get up to check on them until they started arguing.”

“Why is that a bad thing?” Gaster asked.

Edge looked at him then, a little surprised. “Because I know how Red is. He’s got a temper when he’s well-rested, and today he was not.”

But Gaster smiled. “You’re right, he does have a temper. But that doesn’t mean you have to be there every moment to stop him from lashing out. What he needs is to learn that his actions have consequences and to understand that only he can control his anger.”

“But Blue--”

“Got hurt. Yes, he did, but that’s not your fault either. Not entirely. What I’m saying, Edge, is that I’m not going to kick you out or ask you to leave. Red needs a stable environment to learn how to control his temper, and you need a safe place to help teach him.”

Edge felt the tears begin to form in his sockets and tried to blink them away. He looked at Gaster for a moment before he could ask his next question.

“Why are you being so kind to us?”

Gaster smiled again, soft and comforting. “I know a thing or two about living on the streets, Edge. I never had a little brother to care for, though, and I can’t, in good conscience, let the two of you go back to that life.”

Edge nodded slowly, trying to wrap his mind around this new perspective. He and Red weren’t going to be homeless again. He sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“I didn’t start dinner,” he finally said.

“Well, that’s a different story then, isn’t it?” Gaster said, a tease in his voice. “I suppose punishment will have to be cooking with me.”

“Oh no,” Edge deadpanned, “please, not that.”

He couldn’t hide a smile in the face of Gaster’s laughter, and together they went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

#my writing #older brother edge #teenage edge #teenage rus #good guy gaster #dadster #hurt/comfort #panic attacks

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sudoscience · 4 years

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New In Town: Background Info

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Although it's never explicitly stated by the games, I'm going to assume the story is set in the US, or at least a country like it. The existence of monsters likely altered the course of several events in human history, so it's possible things are actually radically different. For the purposes of this story, I'll assume most things are still the same unless stated otherwise, (e.g. the American Revolution was still in 1776, and World War II was still in the early-middle of the 20th Century.).

Let's also just go ahead and say the story takes place in 201X for now.

[For the record, I pronounce 201X as "twenty-ex-teen". I guess you could say it "two-oh-one-ex", but why would you? I also assume it refers to the whole decade, so, for example, when I say "the early part of 201X", that could mean anywhere between 1 January 2010 and 31 December 2014.]

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Humans and Monsters (Current headcanon)

Humans and Monsters (Old) (Preserved for posterity)

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Humans and Monsters

Humans and monsters have always coexisted relatively peacefully, at least as well as humans and humans. There have been some smaller wars over land and resources, but nothing like the war in Undertale (hereinafter "The War").

Someone still remembers that other universe, though. The universe where monsters freely used magic. The universe where a monster could absorb a human SOUL. The universe where the monsters were sealed underground and later systematically slaughtered by a human child. Perhaps that someone is W. D. Gaster. Perhaps it is Chara. I haven't decided yet. Until that time comes, I'll call that person Individual 1.

Individual 1 remembers the world of Undertale, but the version they remember is the one in which the genocide route takes place. After that world is destroyed, Individual 1 uses their DETERMINATION to bring the world back. They restore the world to long before The War takes place. Individual 1 convinces the King of All Monsters (who is probably someone other than Asgore) to strictly curtail the use of magic. It is Individual 1's belief that the only way to prevent The War from occurring is if humans never learn that monsters can absorb their souls. This is why we don't see evidence of magic in Deltarune.1

Sometime in 1965, a man in Twin Falls (Bill Hammond) learns of the monsters' hidden power. He attempts to alert the government, but it's years before anyone in power takes him seriously. Most people view him as a crackpot; he's this universe's Alex Jones. However, he begins to gain a following among the commoners, who take to calling themselves the Arcane Enforcement Unit. Hate crimes against monsters become more frequent, and the government establishes the Directorate of Inter-Species Relations to combat this.

Hammond's influence grows, and he runs for president multiple times, though he rarely gets more than 2% of the vote. In 1996, his campaign performs surprisingly well, but he is assassinated. His following was strongest in Twin Falls, and it once again becomes a hot spot for anti-monster sentiment, only this time it extends to humans who are considered "monster sympathizers", including Kris's birth parents and eventually Rudy, who is born around this time.

Paul and Judy Harper are DISR employees in Twin Falls. In 2003, the year Asriel is born,2 the DISR begins a joint operation with DHS and FBI to infiltrate the AEU, which is now suspected as a terrorist organization. The Harpers are assigned to the team, Operation Golden Flower, as undercover agents in 2005. In 2007, Judy becomes pregnant. Later that year, their cover is nearly blown. In order to keep their child safe, they begin making arrangements with some old friends of theirs, the Dreemurr family in Hometown. Their son is born in December,3 and adopted by the Dreemurrs immediately. A few months later, Paul and Judy are killed; their death is not publicized classified in order to avoid jeopardizing the operation.

In the early part of 201X, an AEU supporter named Noah Trey Ullman is elected mayor of Twin Falls. This is when things really start to go south. Ullman incites violence against monsters and monster sympathizers. They usually stay out of the majority monster neighborhoods, but they tend to target monsters who are known to affiliate with humans. This is what prompts Rudy to move to Hometown.

Humans and Monsters (OLD)

Humans and monsters have always coexisted, but there's always been a lot of tension between them. For most of their history, they've lived more or less independently of each other. As humans began to industrialize, they began to expand and encroach on monster territory.1 Interactions with monsters became more frequent, as did altercations. While there hasn't been an outright war between humans and monsters, there have been frequent skirmishes, akin to the US and the Native Americans. There was a period where humans sought to make use of magic, primarily by employing the monsters. The monsters were often subjected to inhumane conditions, and uprisings, while infrequent, were not unheard of.

Knowing that a monster with one or more human souls could become a being of great power, this practice was eventually outlawed. Humans became reluctant to hire monsters at all, and most monsters eventually relocated to their own settlements. These are similar to Indian reservations, with the distinction that they are not considered sovereign. In order to keep things under control, the government created the Directorate of Inter-species Relations in the mid-19th Century. Under the pretense of fairness, the DISR banned the use of magic about 100 years ago;2 this would theoretically allow more monsters to be hired, so long as they weren't being exploited for their magical abilities. In practice, because magic is so central to a monster's existence, this drastically changed the monsters' way of life. Initially, smaller acts of magic were allowed, but as more monsters moved into settlements, their interactions with humans became less frequent, and the humans became more fearful, having only the legends and rumors to inform them rather than their own experiences. Eventually, all magic was banned, and the Arcane Enforcement Unit was created in 1956 to enforce said ban.

Of course, some monsters remained in the human cities. They felt they still had ties there, and refused to move. They are largely relegated to their own neighborhoods, and the AEU does its best to "gently encourage" them to relocate. Other than the AEU, very few humans interact with monsters.3

What happened five years ago?

There was a change in leadership at the AEU, and they became much more aggressive in their policing.

[I think this was a separate subsection because I originally planned on writing more, but now it seems pretty silly to have a subsection with just one sentence.]

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Notes for New Info

There are several reasons I decided to scrap the old backstory, but this was probably the main one. I really liked the theory that Deltarune takes place after the Genocide Route, and I wanted to expand on that. I'm no longer sure I buy that theory, but I still think it's a cool idea. ↑

As noted in the "Headcanon for Existing Characters", I originally planned for Asriel to have started college early, which would further demonstrate how exceptional he is, and also factor into the resentment Kris wishes they didn't have of him. This is also his first semester of college, which is why Kris is so worried he'll have changed. I think I'll keep him a freshman, but increase the age gap between them. When Asriel gets back from college, he'll have just turned 19, while Kris will be turning 14 very soon. I'm assuming he's returning for Thanksgiving Break (and also that Thanksgiving still exists in this world), and this is the first time he's been back home since he left for college. ↑

Yes, Kris's full name is Krismas (no, not really). Their birthday is 22 December, and Asriel's is 15 September (unless there's an official birthday listed somewhere, in which case it's that). I hope it's okay if I write that Kris is biologically male, even though they identify as non-binary. Since I've already changed their pronouns in the main story, this is probably the only time it will ever be mentioned, unless maybe they go swimming or something. I got the idea from @caretaker-au and how they represent Chara as male non-binary (is that the right way to say that?); I know some people find that blog to be problematic, but I think that was more to do with them drawing porn of Chara and Asriel, not because they drew Chara as biologically male. (For the record, I was not aware of that when I started following them, especially since Tumblr banned porn a year before I even bought Undertale.) ↑

Notes for Old Info

Another reason I dropped this: I'm pretty sure this was inspired by @wolven0ne-universe's "Long Road" AU. Actually, there's a lot that was inspired by Long Road, even in the new backstory: the decision to have multiple OCs, the way magic supposedly works, humans exploting monsters for their magic, a shadowy organization that abducts monsters because of their magical abilities, etc. Some of this is attributable to the fact that I never read fanfics prior to playing Undertale, so some of these were "inspired" by Long Road simply by virtue of it being, like, the second fanfic I ever read, ever. (The first was "Flowey is Not A Good Life Coach".) Anyway, my point here is that I dropped this backstory in part because I didn't want it to be too similar to Long Road, not because I suddenly stopped liking Long Road. ↑

Here's an additional reason I changed the backstory: I wasn't sure if this was a believable timeline. I feel like it's plausible that human society would forget that monster magic involves a lot more than just a monster's ability to abosrb a human soul in just 100 years, but that doesn't seem like nearly enough time for monster society to forget that monsters can use magic. Plus, if monsters and humans have coexisted for all of human history, and monsters have been using magic for like 99% of said history, that seems like it could have created a lot of ripple effects that I would spend way too much time thinking about. Like, what if the existence of magic resulted in the first Industrial Revolution happening in the 15th Century? What would Earth look like in 201X if that were the case? I just didn't want to deal with all of that. ↑

Other than wanting to believe that Deltarune takes place after the Genocide Route, the next most important factor in my decision to scrap this backstory is that it's just really dark. The story has enough potentially depressing shit that I didn't need to add a monster Trail of Tears on top of it all. Plus, I was worried it might come across as racially insensitive. ↑

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Title: I’ll Be Home for Gyftmas

Rating: G

Happy Gyftmas, @fleeting-phantasm! Your prompt was:

Let's see... classic Papyrus and Undyne's friendship brings me all sorts of joy. I'll love just about anything featuring them being the coolest of buds. Preferably pacifist happy times. I'm also a huge fan of the gentlemen monsters like Grillby and dapper!Gaster--could be friends, could be shipped, could be only one character or the other.

I tried to combine these ideas, so this story is about Papyrus and Undyne working together to figure out what Papyrus should get for his dad Gaster for Gyftmas. They run into him and Grillby out on a date. I hope this is something like what you were looking for!

Also, thank you to @undertalesecretsanta for putting all this together!

Multicolored lights glittered on the town's enormous Gyftmas tree. Some traditions held on, even with monsters scattered all over the surface. If there was monster from Snowdin around, when the weather turned cold, a tree would appear overnight in the center of town.

Papyrus tiptoed towards the tree. His boots crushed loudly in the snow, but he couldn't see anyone around, so the noise didn't matter. He drew a few boxes out of his inventory and set them in exactly the correct and most aesthetically pleasing spots beneath the boughs.

That done, he searched for boxes with his own name on it. "NYEH-HEH," he whispered, whenever he spotted one.

He registered a distant rumble, almost like an earthquake. Undyne must be getting close! Papyrus hurried back to the house to make sure it was still neat. Sans was home and it had been five minutes since Papyrus had left, so he could not be entirely sure.

The rumble turned into the familiar sound of an engine. He hadn't made it to the house yet when he heard his name shouted, with rapidly increasing volume.

"UNDYNE!" He spun around in the driveway.

The car screeched off the road and was headed straight towards him. Papyrus jumped over it. Breaks squealed behind him and he could smell burning rubber. Undyne kicked her car door open and rolled out onto the gravel driveway.

"I AM NOT 100% CERTAIN THAT WAS SAFE!" Papyrus said.

"I know! Cool, right?" She hopped to her feet. The car rolled to a stop. "You know what ELSE is cool?"

"HMMM...OH! IT MUST BE ME! PAPYRUS!" He took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. Perfect!

"Yeah," she agreed. "But, also -" Undyne grinned, wide. "SNOW WRESTLING!"

"THAT ISN'T - AUGH!" Undyne plowed into him at full speed. His face met snow. "I LOVE YOU TOO, UNDYNE," he said, his voice muffled.

"Gross!" She laughed. "I missed you too, though. I guess."

"REALLY? OF COURSE YOU MISSED THE GREAT PAPYRUS! EVEN THOUGH YOU HAVE A WIFE AND A NEW JOB TO KEEP YOU BUSY, OF COURSE YOU FOUND YOURSELF TRAGICALLY BEREFT WITHOUT MY CONSTANT PRESENCE." Tears started to well up in his eye sockets. He hadn't been worried. Of course not! No one could ever forget about him.

"Yup. Alphys hates noogies." Undyne scoffed.

"I REALLY HATE THEM TOO."

"Let's get inside before I freeze my scales off!" She yanked him back to his feet. "And then you can tell me all about...whatever your problem is!"

"OH, WELL. THAT WASN'T...SOMETHING YOU NEEDED TO DRIVE ALL THE WAY DOWN HERE TO HELP WITH. THOUGH OF COURSE I APPRECIATE THE SENTIMENT!"

She whacked him on his back. "Of course I did! Come on!" She picked him back up off the ground and they went inside.

Sans was sitting at the kitchen table, eating cereal out of the box. "hey."

"Look who's up early!" Undyne said. "And it's only seven PM!"

"SANS, I DUSTED THE KITCHEN TEN MINUTES AGO, AND NOW THERE ARE CEREAL CRUMBS ON THE TABLE?"

"whoops. jeez. a guy can tell when he isn't wanted." Sans wiped away an imaginary tear. "guess i'll just go." He stayed where he was and dug further into the box. "why'd she come over? it seems kinda...fishy, heh, so close to the holidays."

"Papyrus is in trouble!"

"IT IS NOT QUITE...THAT DRAMATIC."

Sans stopped chewing. "man, what's up? you can tell us." He offered the box of cereal.

"NO THANK YOU. AND. I...ALREADY DISCUSSED THIS WITH YOU, SANS. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO GET OUR FATHER FOR GYFTMAS!"

"i gave you a million suggestions, though."

"YOU GAVE ME ONE AND IT WAS A JOKE! THIS IS HIS FIRST HOLIDAY BACK FROM THE COLD EMPTY VOID, AND I WANT TO MAKE SURE IT IS SPECIAL! IN THE WAY THAT ONLY THE GREAT PAPYRUS CAN!" Remembering to ask for help when he needed it was how he always managed to stay on top.

"right."

"What's your weird dad like to do?" Undyne asked.

"SPEND TIME WITH ME, PAPYRUS! AND ALSO SANS. RIGHT NOW HE IS OUT WITH HIS...DOT DOT DOT...FRIEND. SO HE ALSO ENJOYS THE COMPANY OF HIS ELLIPSIS FRIEND."

"also hangs out with his, uh, non italicized pals," Sans said. "does more of that than talking about stuff he wants to buy. eh, just get him like...a number one dad hat. he'll be over the moon."

"BUT WHAT IF HE AND GRILLBY GET MARRIED AND I SUDDENLY HAVE TWO FATHERS? I DON'T WANT TO CAUSE A RIFT BETWEEN THEM SO EARLY IN THEIR MARRIAGE! I WILL LOVE THEM BOTH EQUALLY!"

"it's a pickle, i guess."

"A REAL CONUNDRUM! A PUZZLE BEFITTING EVEN THE GREAT - " Papyrus broke off as he watched Sans draw a jar of pickles from his hoodie. He sighed. "UNDYNE, YOU HAVE ALREADY SUCCESSFULLY FINISHED GYFTMAS SHOPPING, SO I AM DESPERATELY TURNING TO YOU AND AWAY FROM MY BROTHER IN MY HOUR OF NEED!"

"I don't blame you!" Undyne said, laughing. "Let's get the hell out of here." She accepted a pickle and skewered it on her fangs while Papyrus rushed off to grab his shopping bag, purse, and an enormous folder filled with holiday coupons. "SHOTGUN!" she yelled when he got back. "I'm sick of driving!"

"you guys better hurry up," Sans said. "gyftmas is barely a month away. never expected you to be such a lazybones, bro."

Papyrus slammed the door on the way out. A minute later he peeked back in and said he probably wouldn't be back in time for dinner and that Sans should remember to eat something healthy.

In a small, secluded booth in the back of an aging human bar, the air was hot and still. The only sound was Grillby's gentle crackling. The noise of him had seemed so loud when Gaster first escaped the void, but now it was just background noise, like the rumble of cars driving by outside or the quiet conversations in the other parts of the bar.

Grillby reached across the table and touched the cool white bone of Gaster's hand. Gaster smiled, uneven, and leaned in closer.

"........." Grillby asked him if he needed to get home soon.

Gaster shook his head. He took back his hand so he could sign. "[But maybe I should.]"

He could tell Grillby was disappointed from the way his flames seemed to die down slightly, even though he had to be at work himself in a few hours.

"[Who cares if I should?]" he decided.

The early evening was clear, so they decided to take a walk down the main street. The local human winter holiday was near the same time as Gyftmas and the stores were decorated. They weren't the only people out window shopping. Gaster ignored the humans staring at him and Grillby when they went into a men's clothing store.

He'd spent so long away from anything bright or colorful, he found himself charmed by a display of - honestly - quite ugly Christmas ties. Grillby looked from him to the ties and just shook his head.

"[They Suit You.]"

"......no."

There was one with an entire inside scene on it. A beautifully decorated Gyftmas tree stood next to a roaring hearth. Two dogs slept in front of the fire. All on one tie. Gaster pointed to that one.

".........no."

"[It's You.]"

"...don't insult me."

Gaster cackled. He would hate to see Grillby actually wear it, but thinking about how he'd react if he opened a box on Gyftmas Day and found the tie on it was putting him in a good mood.

Grillby was looking at him like he knew exactly what he was thinking, and didn't approve.

A loud gasp behind them startled them. Grillby's flames leapt up towards the ceiling and Gaster felt himself sink into a coat rack in an automatic impulse to hide.

"WHAT AN AMAZING COINCIDENCE!" Gaster couldn't see him, but he recognized Papyrus' voice.

Embarrassed, Gaster emerged from his hiding place. They'd lucked out this time and Grillby hadn't set off the sprinkler system.

"Kind of ironic actually!" Undyne was grinning.

"NO I WOULD NOT SAY IT IS IRONIC AT ALL," Papyrus said, giving her a sharp look.

"OH! Right, yeah. Just, a standard, every day coincidence."

"ABSOLUTELY MUNDANE!"

"I'm about to fall asleep thinking about how boring a surprise this was, to run into these guys, here, right now!"

Grillby nodded at Papyrus, then at Undyne, and then sunk back. Gaster wasn't sure how to convince him that Papyrus didn't have any problem with them dating, and that Sans was just pretending to disapprove to con Grillby out of free burgers.

"I SHOULD HAVE REALIZED YOU WERE HERE WHEN I CAME IN THE BUILDING AND IT SMELLED SUSPICIOUSLY OF GREASE!" Papyrus sounded cheerful, but no wonder Grillby didn't believe him.

"We should get the hell out of here and get something to eat," Undyne said. "You're right. That smell is making me hungry!" She aimed her toothy smile at Grillby. "I want to fill a bathtub with the greasy cheese you use on your fries and just SWIM in it!"

Papyrus shuddered. "SUDDENLY MY APPETITE HAS DISAPPEARED ENTIRELY."

"[Still, as your Father, I am telling you to get something to eat.]" Gaster said. "[You are almost SKIN AND BONES.]"

Papyrus sighed. "THIS IS THE LIFE I HAVE TO LIVE NOW, UNDYNE."

She patted him on the arm.

"I CAN BARELY STOMACH IT!" He waved over the open spot between his shirt and his ripped holiday daisy dukes. "NYEH HEH HEH!"

Gaster cackled along with him.

"Quit messing around! I need to rip into something before I pass out! And we have work to do," Undyne said. "C'mon!" She grabbed Papyrus by the arm and started to pull him away.

Grillby waved goodbye. Gaster looked at him and shrugged.

"...gyftmas shopping?" Grillby guessed.

"[Oh. That makes sense.]"

Grillby spotted a display of holiday vests with muted colors and designs compared to the ties. He hurried over, visibly excited.

Gaster was too caught up in the excitement of browsing menswear to notice the odd rattling noise that followed the two of them as they walked throughout the store.

Undyne pulled Papyrus out of hearing range and then yanked him down onto the floor behind a shoulder-high slacks display. She knelt next to him. "This is PERFECT."

"THERE ARE NUMEROUS RESTAURANTS ON MAIN STREET THAT HAVE HEALTHY AND CALCIUM-RICH MEAL CHOICES," Papyrus said, worried. He didn't know why they were on the floor, but he assumed Undyne had a reason. She always did, even if her reasons were not, well, always good reasons. Or, to be more diplomatic, they were not always the quality of reason that Papyrus would expect from someone who used to be head of the royal guard. That didn't mean he wasn't going to go along with whatever she was planning, however.

"Shhh, shut up, we aren't eating yet," Undyne said. "And we have to quit talking about it before I really do get hungry!"

"THIS MUST BE VERY IMPORTANT FOR YOU TO BE SO RUDE."

"Sorry! But, it is! I hatched a plan while we were talking to your old man - like, a really DEVIOUS and CALCULATING one! I can't wait to tell Alphys about it - she's always getting into those kinds of characters and slapping posters of their faces on our bedroom wall."

"I SEE!" Papyrus sat up. "I KNEW I COULD COUNT ON YOU, UNDYNE!"

"I wasn't going to let my friend down!" She rubbed her knuckles on the top of his skull. "See, we're going to follow them - and stay really really quiet - and watch what stuff your dad looks interested in! It's perfect, and it's guaranteed that whatever you get him will be a surprise AND he'll want it!"

"THAT PLAN IS AMAZING!" Papyrus said, clasping his gyftmas-tree shaped gloves together. "IT IS EXACTLY THE SAME AS THE PLAN I WAS CONSIDERING! AND THEN YOU SAID YOU WERE HUNGRY, SO I THOUGHT WE WERE NOT GOING TO DO IT! BUT THEN IT JUST TURNED OUT THAT YOU WERE BEING EXTRA DEVIOUS AND TRICKING EVEN ME INTO THINKING IT WAS NOT GOING TO BE THE PLAN!"

"Uh, right!" Undyne grinned. "Step one is convincing them we left!"

"CHECK!"

"Step two is, uh...tracking them down in the store without letting them know we're there!"

"HM...THAT WILL BE OF CONSIDERABLE DIFFICULTY. LIKE UNTWISTING NOODLES WITHOUT BREAKING A SINGLE STRAND, WE MUST TAKE GREAT CARE AT EVERY STEP. EVEN ONE OVERLY-LOUD WORD WILL BETRAY US! AND OUR MISSION!"

"Yeah! But we can definitely do it!"

"OF COURSE! FOR I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS! AND YOU ARE...THE NEARLY AS GREAT FRIEND OF PAPYRUS!"

She leaned down. "Ok." Undyne spoke in a low whisper. "Let's quit messing around, and get this over with so we can go out and get some burgers."

"OR SOME - " Papyrus broke off and started again, in a whisper. "OR SOMETHING HEALTHY AND NOT DISGUSTING." His whisper was the same volume as his regular way of speaking, but he hissed while he spoke.

"Uh...why don't we practice hand signals! And not say anything once we've started." Undyne snuck out from behind the slacks display and waved for Papyrus to follow.

Oh! A hand signal! Papyrus hurried after her, still partially crouched. A hamster monster wearing a store badge hovered by the display, uneasily watching them.

"SHH," Papyrus said. "YOU DID NOT SEE OR HEAR US."

The monster nodded, slowly. He started folding pants.

Grillby could tell they were being followed. How could anyone miss it? He turned and gave his incompetent tail a long look, but they seemed to decide that he was looking over their heads.

Gaster was too intent on deciding between three different hats, and didn't seem to notice.

"......Gaster."

"[SHHHH. NOT NOW.]"

Fine. Grillby was more annoyed at Gaster shushing him than he was at being followed. He decided to keep it to himself.

"[I think this one suits you,]" Gaster said. He took a white panama hat off the display and set it on Grillby's burning head.

"...I don't like hats." The irritation faded away, now that he knew Gaster was looking at something for him. He removed it and set it back. He wasn't going to burn it, but the people working there were uneasy about him trying things on. He didn't want to make their day more difficult than it had to be during the holiday season.

"[A shame.]"

Grillby glanced at Papyrus, who was peering out from inside a circular rack of coats. "...do you like any of them for yourself?"

Gaster shook his head, and then seemed to reconsider. He tried on a few more.

Grillby waited until Gaster was staring at himself in the mirror, and then he turned towards Papyrus and pointed at the hat on Gaster's head. He gave a single stoic nod.

He thought that pointing out a gift would get Papyrus to leave him and Gaster alone. He gave up on that idea after half an hour. He caught a glimpse of some paper in Papyrus' hand.

"[Are you bored?]" Gaster signed. "[Usually you enjoy this.]"

"......I feel like we're being watched."

Gaster gave him as serious a look as his odd features could manage. He touched Grillby on the arm. "[Do not let the humans get to you.]"

Grillby sighed. "......I won't."

"[But let's continue this when there is no crowd.]"

He nodded.

"[I wonder where my son went to eat?]" Gaster took out his phone and started to call.

For a second, Grillby heard a ringtone, and then the sound was gone. Grillby looked up and thought he saw something small flying through the air towards the back of the store.

"[No answer.]"

"...if they went, they'd be done by now."

"[True. But he always answers in two rings.]" Gaster shook his head. "[Except when his battery dies.]"

"...it's normal to worry, but...I'm sure he is fine."

Gaster gave him a crooked smile and nodded.

A rack of clothes tipped over and Papyrus burst out of the mess. "MY APOLOGIES FOR MISSING YOUR CALL, FATHER! I THINK UNDYNE...DROPPED MY PHONE SOMEPLACE IN THIS STORE! ...DID YOU SEE IT?"

"[How did you -]"

"I......HEARD YOU TALKING AS I WALKED BY! THIS STORY SURE IS BELIEVABLE...IS WHAT YOU ARE THINKING RIGHT NOW!"

"I believe it!" Undyne said, popping out of the clothes on the floor. "Hey, why don't you call his phone again, so we can see if we can track the ring tone!"

"BRILLIANT IDEA, UNDYNE!"

Gaster shrugged. "[Let us all get something to eat after we find it.]"

"Great! I could still eat like a thousand burgers," Undyne said.

Grillby covered his face with his hands. "...yes. Let's just...leave."

"[Grillby is shy around these humans,]" Gaster explained.

"I WAS NOT AWARE THAT GRILLBY WAS SHY! IT MUST BE DIFFICULT TO FULFILL SUCH A SOCIAL ROLE, AS A BARTENDER! GRILLBY, I HAVE NEWFOUND RESPECT FOR YOU AND I AM HAPPY YOU ARE TRYING SO HARD TO OVERCOME YOUR LIMITATIONS."

"...thank you." Grillby was not used to being called "shy." "...sometimes people are difficult." That was true, at least.

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

"[Grillby thanked you.]"

"IT WAS THE VERY LEAST I COULD DO, BUT I AM AWARE THAT IT WAS STILL A LOT. SINCE EVERYTHING I DO IS TINGED WITH GREATNESS."

They all went and got burgers over Papyrus' loud objections. Papyrus ordered a salad and a milkshake and complained about the overpowering grease smell.

After Undyne polished off her weight in hamburgers and cheese fries, she tossed some money on the table. "I still have a billion errands to run! Thanks for the food, though."

Papyrus looked confused. "I THOUGHT WE WERE--"

Undyne elbowed his head.

"--AH, YES! I REMEMBER NOW. THANK YOU FOR...KNOCKING MY MEMORY LOOSE FOR ME, UNDYNE." He narrowed his eye sockets. "AND WE SHOULD...STOP INTERRUPTING YOUR DATE! THERE ARE MANY STEPS FROM FRIEND TO BOYFRIEND TO BECOMING THE STEP FATHER OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AND I WOULD NOT WANT TO DELAY IT EVEN FOR A MINUTE."

"Oh my god, Papyrus, let's just go!"

"THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I'M SUGGESTING!"

Grillby watched them run out of the building. Through the large pane glass window, he saw them hurry right back into the store they'd just left. He looked back at Gaster, and noticed he was obliviously fussing with his phone.

"......I'm tired," Grillby said. He still had a full night of work ahead of him.

"[Let me take you back home.]"

Grillby nodded. He liked when they walked together, and he could make sure Gaster didn't get too cold. He kept his arm over Gaster's shoulders.

Gaster was singing.

It was more like humming, with a strange high staticy buzz that almost seemed to form words when Undyne concentrated. He signed along with his humming.

"[OH. THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS FRIGHTFUL.]"

Grillby was next to him in a neat green sweater. Someone (Sans) had stuck several bows to his back, and he hadn't noticed. There was also one stuck to the side of his glasses that he had noticed, but he had left it where it was.

"[BUT THE FIRE IS SO DELIGHTFUL.]"

Grillby tinged blue under his glasses. He playfully pushed Gaster away.

Papyrus kicked open the kitchen door and burst in, carrying an enormous fruit cake on a silver platter. "AND SINCE THERE'S NO PLACE TO GO," He sang.

Sans, dozing on the couch next to Undyne, mumbled along with the last line. "let it snow."

"LET IT SNOW!"

"[LET IT SNOW.]

That was freaking adorable. Undyne wanted to punch the couch cushions into fluff. Gaster leaned towards Grillby and blinked at him like he was trying to bat his non-existent eyelashes. Grillby turned even more blue and gave him a very quick smooch.

"Alphys!" Undyne turned away from boring Sans towards the love of her life, on her other side.

Alphys was in the middle of chugging a mug full of alcoholic cider. She coughed and said, "Uh...Undyne! Y-yes?"

"This place is so FULL of the holiday spirit, it feels like it's going to EXPLODE with it any minute now! We have to open presents before it's too late!"

Alphys laughed. "It's a real emergency!"

"I need you to see what I got you!" Undyne sighed. Toriel was still in the kitchen with Frisk.

"W-well...how about we give each other...a tiny present beforehand? To, uh, release some of the pressure? I can go first."

"WHAT YOU ARE DISCUSSING SOUNDS VERY ILLEGAL," Papyrus commented, but he didn't appear to be particularly bothered.

"Lay it on me!" Undyne said. She held out her hand, assuming Alphys had whatever small gift it was in her inventory.

"Uh...ok. I'll...just..." She turned red and took Undyne's hand. Alphys' glasses fogged up in embarrassment as she gave Undyne's fingers a quick smooch.

"HEY!" Undyne grinned. "No fair giving me the best present first! And I got you the same thing, too, which TOTALLY ruins the surprise!"

They kept each other distracted until it was time to open their other, easier to wrap presents.

This was Gaster's first Gyftmas since his return, so Undyne wasn't surprised when present opening got slogged down during his turn. She settled in.

"your turn, bro," Sans said, after Gaster had opened his poorly wrapped gag gift.

"I WILL RETURN SHORTLY!" Papyrus fled the room and Undyne jumped up to help.

He had ten different boxes, and nothing was breakable, but she didn't want him flinging them around the house after she'd helped him pick them out. They ran back and dumped the whole load of them onto Gaster's lap. His lap wasn't large enough to hold them, so a couple rolled over to Grillby.

"man, don't sell yourself short," Sans said. "carrying all those was a tall order."

"YES I SUPPOSE I DID RETURN TALL-Y," Papyrus allowed.

"[What is all this?]" Gaster asked. He opened the first box he put his hands on and took out a soft black turtleneck. Papyrus had written "NUMBER ONE GASTER" in glittering fabric paint on it, instead of the preferable but risky "NUMBER ONE DAD." "[Oh. That is very sweet. Thank you.]"

The next box had the dapper looking hat they had watched him seriously consider. Papyrus had written "COOL DAD" on this one. One by one, Gaster removed each of the items of clothing from their wrapping, and held them up to show off the slogans Papyrus had painted on. Undyne couldn't tell from Gaster's face how he felt about them.

He finally noticed the card, lost in all the boxes, taped to some now loose wrapping paper. Gaster opened it up and seemed to read over it a few times before setting it down. Black globular tears started to pour out of his eye sockets and Grillby shuffled away and held out a handkerchief to him at a safe distance. "[THANK YOU, SON.]" He sniffed and blew into the handkerchief.

They passed the card around, but Undyne didn't have to read it. She'd sat by while Papyrus paced around trying to figure out the correct wording, and she'd giving him her reassurances that he was saying the right thing.

FATHER,

I CANNOT IMAGINE A BETTER PRESENT FOR MYSELF THAN HAVING YOU WITH US FOR GYFTMAS THIS YEAR. I HOPE ALL THESE GIFTS ARE ENOUGH TO SHOW MY GRATITUDE.

PAPYRUS

Toriel opened her presents next, to give Gaster a little time to settle down, and Grillby shifted back over to sit right next to him. He said something, quiet, and Gaster rested his head on Grillby's shoulder.

Undyne watched Grillby quietly set a box in Gaster's hand, and Gaster took out his own gift and handed it to Grillby. Undyne looked away and gave them a moment of privacy to exchange their gifts.

The adults had all had a little too much cider by the time the last gift was opened and properly cooed over. Undyne crumpled up the wrapping paper into one huge ball and left to slam dunk it into the outside garbage.

Papyrus thought she was taking a little too long. He found her in the kitchen with a mouth stuffed full of Toriel's famous snail puffs that she too-rapidly swallowed when Papyrus opened the door.

"Hey!" she said, voice raspy, tears leaking out the corner of her eye.

"GYFTMAS IS A VERY EMOTIONAL HOLIDAY FOR EVERYONE," Papyrus said.

"Y-yeah!" Undyne said, coughing. "Man, I don't know what it is with booze, but I want to eat half the food in this house, and right now!"

Papyrus didn't like to hear that anyone was hungry around him, so he let her have some of the chips from one of the bags Sans always seemed to open but was always too lazy to finish. This way, she wouldn't be eating food that was meant for later. No one wanted to see Toriel in a bad mood.

"UNDYNE. I WANTED TO THANK YOU FOR COMING BY SO QUICKLY TO HELP ME WHEN I NEEDED IT THE MOST," Papyrus said. "I THINK IT MUST HAVE BEEN FATE, BECAUSE I DOUBT ANY OTHER TIME WE WOULD HAVE RUN INTO THEM."

"I mean, they go into that exact store all the time. That's why you thought you'd find something he liked there."

"YES! THE TIDES OF FATE WERE IN OUR FAVOR, AND IT WAS WITH YOUR AID THAT I WAS ABLE TO MAKE THIS THE BEST GYFTMAS EVER. IN QUITE LIKELY THE ENTIRE WORLD. FOR ANYONE."

"Yeah, it was really great. Man, Papyrus, you've been a really good friend, you know?" She crumpled up the chip bag and tossed it. It landed in the trash can without hitting the sides. "And now I'm getting emotional! What the hell! It's gotta be the booze! What did she put in this stuff?"

"YOU ARE FEELING EMOTIONAL BECAUSE YOU RIGHTFULLY LOVE ME VERY MUCH," Papyrus said. "IT'S OKAY! LET IT ALL OUT!" He gave her a hug.

She sniffed, just once, and then hugged him back so hard he felt something crack. "Of course I love you, you gangly nerd!"

"OH NO! NOW THERE IS SOMETHING IN MY EYE SOCKETS!"

"Like you said! Let it all out!"

Papyrus cried on her shoulder and loudly blew his nose hole on the wad of paper towels she handed to him. "I NEVER IMAGINED I WOULD HAVE SO MANY GOOD FRIENDS. WELL. I MEAN, I IMAGINED, OF COURSE, BUT...IT IS BETTER THAN I IMAGINED! AND YOU ARE THE BEST FRIEND OF THEM ALL. THE GREATEST AMONGST THOSE WHO ARE GREAT ENOUGH TO BE CONSIDERED A LIFELONG COMPANION OF SOMEONE SUCH AS ME."

"Wow, Papyrus." She laughed. "You sap! Let's get back to the party before we start to get weird about it."

"YOU'RE THE FETTUCCINE TO MY ALFREDO," Papyrus said.

"Yeah, that's it. I'll spaghetti your bolognese if we don't get back to the party."

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. BUT IT SOUNDS NICE!"

"Well, it sure isn't!"

There was a half-tipsy cheer when the two of them returned to the crowded living room.

#fleeting-phantasm #undertalesecretsanta #grillster #undyne #papyrus #gaster #grillby #my fic #fanfic #gyftmas

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bittyreaders · 7 years

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Picasso & Ink Sans Part 3

“SANS!”

The door to Grillby’s slammed open, startling the bar tender and the half of the clientele not yet drunk off their ass. The three Sanses and two honorary-Sanses currently in attendance at the bar turned to face the fuming fifth, all shaken out of their various states of inebriation. The shorter Papyrus – Stretch, of the Swap Clan – lazily lifted his head, chewing on the end of his unlit cigarette as he watched the fuming Creator storm into the bar. Beside him Fell-Clan Red groaned and tightened his grip on his mustard, sending some of the thick condiment dribbling from the tip and onto his phalanges. Alpha Sans thought quickly through the pranks he’d pulled that day, noted that he hadn’t pulled any on Ink, and relaxed against the bar, back pressed against the shining top, elbows holding him up. Mobsy of the Mob Clan was sitting in a similar position, pulling it off much better than his original counterpart. He had his fedora tipped back a bit, and a cocky grin on his face. Beside him Swapfell-Clan Papyrus, nicknamed Slim, threw back a shot glass full of extra-hot sauce, then picked at one of his four golden fangs. All five gave the seething Ink Sans an intrigued-bordering-on-bored look.

“What’s got your panties in a twist, Ink?” Sans asked when their fellow skeleton didn’t immediately start hollering at their attention. In fact, the artist looked rather sick, black ink dribbling from the corner of his mouth before he reached up and wiped it away with the back of his hand.

“Where’s Error? Or Fresh?” He demanded, voice slightly strained, the way it did when he got over-excited. “Where are those AU hopping asses?”

Stretch whistled a bit between his fangs and leaned over to Red. “Never heard him swear before,” the Papyrus admitted. “You?”

“Only when I stole his brush that one time,” Red returned, licking the spilled mustard off his phalanges before taking a swig from the bottle. On the far end of the bar Slim clucked his tongue at the language from the normally-calm (if mischievous and arrogant) Ink and poured himself another shot of hot sauce. The rest of the bar followed suit – in the past twenty years above ground, the antics of the various Sans & Papyrus’ had become common place and not worth turning attention from available alcohol.

“No need to yell, Ink,” Mobsy kept his voice pleasant, “Not when there’s kiddos around.” He nodded to the booth closest to the bar, where two more skeletons sat: Sans and Papyrus, the adopted sons of Grillby and Gaster, alongside a little Reader in a silver sweater who was glaring daggers at him with frosty gray eyes. Ink immediately stiffened (he always found it odd to see children versions of him and Papyrus, though it also made a warm little flicker appear where his SOUL should have been), then drew back his shoulders and stormed towards the bar as quietly as possible.

“Where are they?” He demanded, gaze focused on Mobsy and Sans. Out of the time-and-space traveling skeletons assembled, they were the ones who looked sober enough to give him a straight answer.

“Do I look like an idiots’ keeper?” Mobsy snorted, picking up a tumbler of fine whiskey on the rocks and taking a sip. It burned down his non-existent throat, giving him a shock of awareness followed by a drowsy wash of pleasant numbness.

“You look like a guy who always knows what’s up,” Ink corrected. He was tugging on the end of his scarf, which was covered with scribbles and designs, none of which made sense to the gathered skeletons.

“And…?” Mobsy relaxed a bit more against the bar, the wave of booze doing its work. It’d been a hellish day of chasing after shadows, and he wanted to unwind, not fight with the stuck-up Creator. Behind him, Slim snagged the edge of his half-full whisky glass and dragged it over, filling the empty space with hot sauce before throwing it all back. He barely managed to put the glass down before his forehead hit the bar, followed shortly by a soft snore. Mobsy snorted and motioned to Grillby for another round in a clean glass.

“I’m not trying to draw any conclusions, here,” Sans interjected, “but what do you want with Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb? I thought those two drove you nuts. Hell, you’re practically mortal enemies with Error.”

Ink dropped the end of his scarf, eye lights brightening, one forming a red ‘X’, the other shifting into a white swirling vortex. “One of them has been destroying my Doodle Sphere,” he admitted, reaching back to grasp at the handle of his paintbrush.

The barstool skeletons sat up straighter (aside from Slim, who had vastly underestimated his ability to hold his liquor compared to Mobsy) and gave him rapt attention. While none were particularly fond of the stuck-up skeleton, and while they often teased him about his role as ‘Guardian’ of the AUs, they understood that he had a job to do. If someone was messing in his Doodle Sphere – especially someone with as much power as Fresh or Error – then their very existence could be in jeopardy.

“What kind of destroying?” Stretch, level-headed as always (when it didn’t involve his brother), dug straight for the details.

Ink sniffed, sounding insulted not by the question, but by the very thought of what had been done to him. “Graffiti,” he hissed, “All over the paths and on my house!” There was a pause as he looked at the Sanses, waiting for a similar outrage, only to see relief cross their skulls at the news.

“Is that all?” Sans relaxed once more, reaching for his bottle of ketchup. Without realizing it he grabbed one of Red’s yellow bottles and squirted a nice, big glob of mustard in his mouth. He immediately spluttered, spitting it out and gagging. Red cackled as he snatched the bottle back, muttering about wimpy clans with no taste for the spice of life. Stretch brayed with laughter at the pun on his other side, exclaiming it was a sweet pun, tipping his honey bottle to Red as he did so. The two burst into laughter, ignoring Sans as he wiped out his mouth and drowned the taste of mustard with chilled ketchup.

“What do you mean, ‘Is that all’?” Ink demanded, raising his voice to mock Sans as the skeleton recovered. Sans frowned at the attitude, but quietly reminded himself that it was just Ink being Ink.

“It ain’t that bad,” Sans explained around the nozzle of the ketchup bottle. “Can’t you just use your fancy brush to paint over it?”

“I do,” Ink said in a tone that suggested he thought Sans was an idiot for suggesting such an obvious solution, “But it just reappears the next day! And it’s always different.”

“So what, is Error writing dirty limericks or something on your front door? Like,” Papyrus cleared his throat and sat up straighter in his seat before beginning to recite, “There once was a man from Nantucket-“ Before he could get any farther Grillby whacked the back of his head and, with a stern glare, pointed at the booth where his sons were doing their homework. Red snorted, spraying mustard over his jacket, and muttered the last few words of the infamous poem beneath his breath. This time it was Gaster who delivered the hit as he passed by to gather up his three charges and sweep them away upstairs. The two children, bright-eyed and ready for dinner, gave their alternate selves a wave before following their adopted papa into the back. From Papyrus’ shoulder, Silver gave the adults a stern look and, when certain the kids were distracted chatting with their papa, flashed Ink a middle finger.

The guardian reared back a bit, face flushing in anger at the cheeky move, but before he could retaliate they were gone. Sans chuckled, eyeing the swinging door that led to the kitchen. “Heh, they don’t like it when people swear around their monsters,” he explained, “Takes after Grillby.”

“Hmph.” Ink crossed his arms and glared at the five in front of him. “Do you know where Error and Fresh are or not?” He demanded, risking raising his voice now that the impressionable youth were gone.

“No idea,” Sans shrugged, followed by similar answers by Stretch and Red. Mobsy, sipping his new glass of whisky, nudged Slim for an answer but the skeleton was out cold.

“Ain’t seen or heard from ‘em since you bought us all drinks,” the dapper skeleton said, pulling out his phone and texting his brother for a ride. Slim would need a place to sleep off his hangover without that shrieking banshee he called a brother waking him before dawn. “Speaking of, it’s been three whole days. You sober enough to try out-drinking me?”

Ink fumed, both eyes flashing to red skull-and-crossbones. “You aren’t taking this seriously.” He accused.

“So they decided to prank you a bit across space and time,” Sans waved a hand, as though shooing off the problem. “You can fix it with a single stroke of your brush. They’ll get bored, and you’ll have your magical doodle circle back.”

“Doodle Sphere.”

“Whatever,” Sans shrugged, pushing himself off the stool and squirting the rest of his bottle in his mouth. “I gotta go read Paps his bedtime story. Night, guys.”

His fellow skeletons (sans Ink) waved him off. Grillby crackled something about his tab and Sans laughed, thanking him before disappearing out the door. Mobsy stood not long after, dropping several gold coins on the bar top and dragging Slim up, one of the Papyrus’ arm over his shoulder. He gave his own farewell and pulled Slim from the bar to the car where his brother was waiting.

Ink fumed at their dismissal. How could they not see how important this was? Someone was attacking his home with graffiti! It was a threat to his safety! What if they touched one of the doors? Even a small change, like an extra stroke of paint in the wrong place, could destroy the spell and seal the universe off until he could build a new door. That itself could take weeks – if this was Error or Fresh, they could be doing this on purpose to destroy one of the many AUs that he protected. It was a disaster!

“What about Dream?” Red suggested quite suddenly, “They can do that AU-hopping stuff, right? Or that one guy, the creepy one with the scythe – Death? Yeah, Death can hop too. So can some of the Gasters, and those creepy River brothers – Delta and what’s-his-face.”

“None of them can access the Doodle Sphere at will, since they’ve never been there. It has to be either Error or Fresh leaving the pictures.”

“Pictures?” Stretch was tall enough to glance over Reds head at Ink. “You got any photos?”

Ink dug out his phone, wiped off a glob of ink, and flicked it on. He’d taken photos of each incident of vandalism before painting over them. The pictures weren’t bad, per say – in fact, with some practice and guidance, the artist could prove to be quite capable. But they were unwanted, which made them a problem in the delicate Doodle Sphere ecosystem.

Red and Stretch examined his phone, flicking through the paintings. Sunsets, sunrises, various monsters, human-like creatures, sprawling patterns with no real start or end, mandalas of growing difficulty, colored patterns that looked like hopscotch courts, all with the remains of chalk, crayons, or paints about them.

The Underfell skeleton tapped the screen, a frown on his fangs. “These are all small,” he pointed out, looking thoughtful for some reason. Stretch kept flicking through until he came to the mural painted on the side of Inks house: Queen Toriel riding a triceratops regally while battling what looked like werewolf Whimsuns.

“These are good,” he admitted, handing the phone back, “Doesn’t look like Error or Fresh’s work.”

“Can’t be anyone else,” Ink countered, glaring at his phone, still fuming that his bursting in and threatening the skeletons hadn’t worked in his favor.

“It could be a-“ Stretch was cut off by a sharp elbow in his ribs, curtesy of Red.

“Couldn’t be,” he cut the Papyrus off, a mischievous sparkle in his eye lights. Stretch raised a brow but obediently shut up, not about to ruin his friends plan.

Ink, who had been absorbed in mentally critiquing the photos on his phone, glanced up at the pair. “Were you saying something, Papyrus?” He asked, tucking the phone in his pocket.

“Nothing.” Stretch held up his hands and wiggled his phalanges. “We’ll keep an eye out for your vandals.”

Ink gave him a mistrustful look, then relaxed and nodded. “Right. Thanks, Papyrus.”

“Stretch.”

“Uh-huh.” Ink had already gone back to his phone, squinting at the detail in Toriel’s fur. He muttered to himself about brush strokes and color blending as he left the tavern, nudging a few patrons out of the way without noticing. As soon as he was gone Red cracked open a new bottle of mustard and swung his barstool towards Stretch.

“How long do ya think it’ll take him to realize?”

Stretch fished a fresh bottle of honey from his hoodie pocket and sipped it thoughtfully. “I say…a week.”

“Heh, yer giving ‘im too much credit. I say a month.” Red squirted more mustard past his fangs.

“Wanna bet?”

“Wouldn’t’a asked if I didn’t.”

“Loser pays off the others tab.”

“Fair ‘nough.”

The two knocked their condiment bottles together in agreement and cackled at the trouble they were helping to cause. After all, how would Ink, who’d never properly met a Reader, figure out it was one doing the damage?

Heaven. You were in heaven.

There were art tools scattered everywhere. The skeleton monster – Ink – was an artist, and left his supplies all over the place. You could only travel on the one large island you’d originally landed on, the other, smaller pieces of floating land out of reach, but that was fine. You had more than enough room to express yourself. Each cobblestone was a brand-new canvas, as the walls of the small house Ink lived in provided plenty of space to experiment. Paint, chalk, charcoal, pencil lead, markers – any and all tools were scattered in the grass or on the patio for your use.

True, your work didn’t last long – only a day or two, if that, and it reminded you of Rivet and her scrub brush far too much for comfort. But there was something different about how Ink handled the vandalism. Whenever he found one of your masterpieces, he’d growl and gruff, then examine it and talk to himself about the details or the color or the potential. He’d take out his phone and snap a picture of it before painting over it with the giant brush on his back. It still irked you, that your work was being erased, but at least this monster took the time to appreciate your skills.

In the week you’d been in this odd world – Ink called it a ‘Doodle Sphere’, which was as good a name as any – you hadn’t felt sleepy or hungry once. The sky hung in perpetual twilight, providing enough light to see but still dark enough to let the stars stand out in the ombré evening. There were fruit trees among the thick woods that took up a good chunk of the island, and tangles of raspberry and blueberry bushes in the field by Ink’s house, but you didn’t feel the need to eat like you had in the other world. Sleep was the same thing. You could fall asleep, you’d found. After Ink found your mural on his wall (a companion piece to the one you’d painted for Spice), he’d paced about the entire island for hours. You’d hidden beneath a thick bush and, bored out of your mind, had drifted into a light sleep, despite not feeling tired.

These were exciting revelations. Not having to stop to eat or sleep allowed you to spend that much more time on what was important: art! Every drawing you created was an improvement on the last, every sketch more detailed, every stroke of the brush more precise. It was as though simply being in this Doodle Sphere was making you a better artist. Or perhaps it was that you could do it freely now, without the worry of persecution? Unless of course Ink was there, but he spent most of his time on the other side of the various doors on the far islands, or one his phone yelling about (or was it at?) someone named Sans.

Now, on the evening of your second Monday in the magical land, you stuffed your backpack full of all the chalk you’d scrounged up over the past week, and topped it off with a raspberry. Just because you didn’t need to eat didn’t mean you wouldn’t – the fruit and berries here were perfect in every sense of the word. It would make a good celebratory desert when you were finished with your newest masterpiece. Hiking the bag on your shoulders, you left the hidey-hold you’d created beneath a bush and set off for the far side of the island.

Away from Ink’s house, from the pond and waterfall, from the meadow and the odd spot where Ink opened his portals, was a bluff. The land wound upwards, creating a cliff top that gave a good view of the entire land, and all the door-topped islands beyond. There were large slabs of stone at the top, for use as seats and decoration. They were smooth on the side and would be a perfect canvas for your one-week mural. Sure, it was a few hours hike, and you’d be sweaty and gross by the time you reached the top, but that was a sacrifice you were willing to make.

Really, what’s the worst that could happen?

Sorry, this has turned into a 4-parter! I’ve been distracted by the news all day, and this seemed like a good spot to insert a cliffhanger. I hope you all enjoyed! I love writing all the different Sanses and Papyrus’ together - their personalities are so fun to bounce off each other! Let me know what y’all think!

#chapter #story #writing #picasso #bitty readers #Ink Sans #mobsy #slim #stretch #red #sans #Undertale #Swaptale #Swapfell #Underfell #Papyrus #I love writing Ink #he's such a brat

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13threbagel · 7 years

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Lantern, frost, and spice?

Autumnal Asks

This is pretty long and i was gonna put it under read more but yall need to check out my friends here so yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

lantern - how did you meet your best friend? What were your first impressions of each other?

...tbh i never actually used the term best friend since like.. elementary school since the last one who said that to me lasted only a year and never even glance an eye at me a year later so... i used that term very loosely now im so sorry

I WILL however, answers for my closest-est friends now~

first off are my irl best friends. They’re in the same major as I am and are literal goddesses because holy hell those skills i am blessed (thats my first impression and still am they are so great and actually very nice and cool and wow i love my friends) @kitsuneo @ivyliau orcatea, sonnya_ws, astrolinenaut, and altonaix in instagram (plz shower them with all the love they deserve every single one of it) and if ur into touken ranbu or joker games, ur in for a treat their stuff are A+ for those stuffs XDD

@ennji-undertale I think i saw her drawing of this concept of gaster from 2 timelines and i was like “oh this is a cool idea” and then we talked a lot and makes AUs and suddenly 2 years past lol She’s the literal best, angel child UwU plz check her stuff man she got the good shit (also blind frisk AU is A+)

@askull4everyoccasion I saw Nyu made an AYEM fanart and i was like “BOI This gaster is fun i should check him out” and turns out ur hella cool and really have skulls pict for every occasion im still amazed about that one lol and then i drew fanarts of MAYEM and then that 3gs au and then here we are :DD my first impression is still ur a cool dude and now just amplifies coz ur a great person overall

@beabaseball i knew her from MAYEM and basically i start talking to both skull and baseball first time because of 3Gs AU bless this au and i thought ur this cool bean who write good shits and turns out ur a great person who gives out great advices and just... ur a great person baseball plz shower baseball and skull with all the love

basically shower everyone with love they all deserve it so much

i should probably write down everyone im close with but it’ll take a while and it’ll be really heckin long

frost - if you could give some advice to your younger self, what would you say?

It’ll get better.

and try to scream a lot more it helped with the unsaid tension u keep there.. also it makes a scene so its a win win

this is advice for younger me who is as loud as a fucking feather dropped to the floor so idk man

spice - have you ever encountered a house that you believed to be haunted?

There’s this old hotel in my city that’s probably already around since like...60s or even longer. it looks really old and fancy (but only like 2-3 floors because its that old they dont make that much room yet back then)

im pretty sure there’s tons of ghosts there.. and also all the old houses on that same road.. most of the old houses in that area has been around since dutch’s colonization era so at least its made before 1930s...

#ask meme #boi thats long hahahahah #askull4everyoccasion #Selamat Menjawab

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skellylicious · 7 years

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Sasster Snippet

I’m seriously so high right now. Uh if you guys wanna see the first four pages of the story I’m writing where Sasster is kidnapped, here it is. *whispers* I’m so high...

@stealthnerd I’m so high.

The door slammed solidly behind him, the hard clunk of a metal bolt sliding into place further deepening his misgivings. Had he really just been kidnapped by what appeared to be, for all intents and purposes, two alternate versions of himself? Oh, he had suspected for some time that alternate timelines must exist, including copies of himself and the monsters he knew, but to have it confirmed shortly before being abducted was a difficult thing to wrap his brain around. And where was he? He had been roughly carried, manhandled really, before being ripped through the void, appearing in what seemed to be a large home or mansion of some kind in a secluded forest. There was no way of telling if he was still in his own timeline, let alone where he was geographically.

A faint rustle of fabric behind him alerted him to the presence of another, and he rapidly turned, coming face to face with a rumpled, sleepy human girl. She was dressed in a nightgown, tucked under several soft looking blankets on a queen-sized bed. Had they really locked him in some human’s bedroom? Feeling all too much like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole, he paused, reluctantly meeting the gaze of the girl. She seemed unsurprised to see him, and he wondered whether she had been aware of the apparent plans to abduct him, and was in league with the two monsters who had left him here, before remembering the lock on the door. Perhaps she was a prisoner as well.

“Are you going to do something, or can I go back to sleep?” she asked rather abruptly, startling him out of his thoughts. Her hair was mussed, and there was a decidedly grumpy expression on her face, he realized belatedly.

“Do something…?” he inquired with confusion, lifting his broad shoulders in a slight shrug. Was she expecting him to rescue her? He was hardly in a situation to be doing favors for other people.

“Yeah, like are you going to take off your clothes and bend me over the bed?” Her face was unreadable, her tone impatient.

He stared at her, quite certain he had misheard. “I don’t even know you, do you make offers like this to every stranger you meet?” She startled him by laughing, tossing her hair back out of her eyes as she sat up, propping her back against the headboard. “It wasn’t an offer, it was a question. Who are you, anyway?”

This was very unsettling. He had intended to demand answers himself, yet here he was being questioned by a human who had some very interesting expectations that he had very mixed feelings about. “And who are you?” he responded, determined to take control of the situation as much as he could. This human wasn’t the slightest bit intimidating, but she also didn’t seem to be intimidated by him, which was...unusual.

She grimaced, pulling the covers up to her chest and folding her arms. “Spot.” Whatever he had expected, it hadn’t been that. “Your name...is Spot?” he said finally, after a long pause in which he attempted to determine whether she was being serious. The slightly mocking smile on her face told him she recognized the ridiculousness of her answer, which in turn told him nothing of whether she teasing him or in earnest.

“My name is Spot,” she repeated solemnly, mirroring his earlier shrug. “I had a name before that, but I don’t remember it anymore. Spot is the name they gave me.” Ah. A fellow prisoner indeed. Well, quid pro quo, he decided. “My name is Gaster.”

She frowned at him. “How many of you are there?” Ah, perhaps not as ignorant as most humans he’d come across. “I haven’t the slightest idea,” he replied with a small shrug. It really wasn’t important anyway, and he certainly had more pressing matters to consider right now. There was a window in the room, and he examined it cautiously, briefly ignoring the girl, who had now gotten out of bed and was standing beside him.

“That’s locked too,” she commented, rather to his annoyance. “And I’m pretty sure G has installed alarms since the last time someone broke in here.”

“People actually break into this place?” He couldn’t begin to fathom why. While the home itself was certainly charming and well kept, the occupants were decidedly unsavory, save for the girl, who while not dangerous, was not particularly interesting either. She smiled grimly, clearly ruminating on some unpleasant memory, and shrugged. “Just the one time. Didn’t go too well for them.” He assumed she meant the burglars, and didn’t inquire further. Maybe if he didn’t encourage her, she wouldn’t talk quite so much.

A brief silence followed, where she perched on the edge of the bed, watching him methodically pace and examine the rest of the room. Clean, expensively furnished, and deceptively secure, he finally decided with a tinge of despair. He finally turned back to ‘Spot,’ and she tilted her head, as if reaching a decision. “If you want,” she said hesitantly, not moving from her place on the bed, “You can sleep on the bed. But only if you stay on your side, and no weird stuff.” He could only imagine what she meant by that, and tried not to.

“Unlike some, I don’t have boundary issues,” he grumbled, recalling with distaste how easily the taller monster had slung him over his shoulder. She chuckled at that, and he liked her a little better for it. The bed was certainly large enough to contain them both without any awkwardness, beyond the fact that he was sharing a bed with a human to begin with. If he couldn’t escape, rest was the most logical step to take next. He was surprised to find that he was tired, exhausted actually, but wasn’t sure he’d be able to sleep at all. Still, there was nothing to be lost by trying, and it he was more or less obliged to try, since he had clearly interrupted this human’s rest. “Very well,” he sighed with ill grace, awkwardly seating himself on the other side of the bed, and watching as the girl cuddled back under the blankets.

He had fallen asleep in his clothes more times than he could count, often too focused on his work to care, but now the lack of a better option irritated him. He may rarely change for bed, but he still enjoyed having that choice. A small freedom that he realized might come to seem pitifully irrelevant as the days passed. Kicking off his shoes, he tugged the blankets over himself, ignoring the slight but forceful return tug of the human reclaiming her share of the bedding. He lay on his side, certain that he wouldn’t get any sleep, but as he stewed, his thoughts became slower, and he eventually drifted into a more or less peaceful slumber. ***

The next morning, the click of the lock being undone startled him awake, and he blinked sleepily at the door, then at the girl slumbering peacefully beside him. Frozen by the sound, he waited cautiously to see if his abductor would appear, but after several moments passed, it appeared not, and he relaxed slightly.

Outside the door, G shook his head irritably, sighing as he walked away. Voidster had to stop locking the girl in her room. While she was, technically, a prisoner, she had made no attempts to escape, and it was needlessly cruel to keep her confined to one room. His memory of the previous night was somewhat lacking, due to the copious amounts of scotch he had downed to quell the frustration he felt that his mate had wandered into another timeline...again. It was tempting to put a leash on him, if he wouldn’t enjoy it so much, G thought sourly to himself. Scoffing, he wandered away to the kitchen, starting the coffee that he drank as part of his morning routine.

He was interrupted by a broad heat at his back, muscular arms curling around to embrace him from behind. [Good morning,] his mate purred, rubbing his cheek against G’s like a satisfied feline. Irritably, the lich tilted his head away. “I’m still angry at you,” he stated plainly, trying and failing to coerce his voice into sternness. His half-hearted attempts to pull away did nothing to dissuade Voidster, who frowned and tilted his head. [Why?]

“You were experimenting with drugs again, weren’t you?” The lich inquired in a flat tone, rolling his eyes. That explained his partner’s apparent lack of memory of the previous night. Laughing softly, Voidster released him and stepped back, shrugging. [How will I know which drugs to use on the test subjects unless I try them first?] G sighed, turning to face the incorrigible monster. “You realize that’s the absolute opposite of how experimentation is supposed to work, yes? You try the drugs on the test subjects first, that’s why they’re called test subjects.”

[Well, no harm done,] the taller monster rumbled, folding his arms. [Although I am curious why you’re upset with me.] “Forget it,” the lich muttered, turning back to his coffee to pour a cup. Black and bitter, just the way he preferred it. “As you said, no harm was done. Luckily. Stop developing experimental drugs and testing them on yourself. Is that so much to ask?” Voidster contemplated his words for several moments, mulling the request over in his head. Finally, with a slight sigh, he acquiesced. [Fine,] he murmured, approaching G once more to run a tender hand down his shoulder. [Only set aside the coffee for now, and make love to me. It’s easily been a day since we last lay together.]

Ah, so that was why he was being so cooperative. Only to his mate would a single day seem such an unbearable amount of time. Smirking, G set the mug carefully on the counter, about to tease the other man for his impatience, when he was interrupted by a rough, heated kiss. Hard, muscular arms pulled him against his mate’s broad chest, trapping him there as Voidster’s tongue ravaged him. When he finally drew away, G gasped for breath, trembling slightly with lust and surprise. He hadn’t necessarily expected to make it back to the bedroom, but the unbridled passion of his partner was overwhelming at times.

Roughly, he was shoved up against the table, trapped between Voidster’s body and the furniture. The taller man smirked and placed his clawed hands on either side of the lich, leaning forward to brush his clothed erection against G’s thigh. The lich felt himself stiffening in response, and panted, a feral growl weaving into his short bursts of breath as he fastened his jaws against the throat of his lover. Eyes half-lidded, the beast allowed himself to be bitten, his claws hooking under G’s buttocks to lift him onto the table, their groins pressed hard together.

It came as a shock when his mate’s violet eyes widened, his hands releasing the lich so that he overbalanced, and fell off the table. The distance was too short for him to correct his stance, and he fell painfully on his hip, snarling up at Voidster, who was staring in confusion at something behind him. [Who are you?!] the taller man growled suddenly, taking a menacing step forward. Lithely twisting around, G climbed to his feet, sudden memories rushing forward to assail him at the sight of the stranger. Fuck, that was what had happened last night. He closed his eyes and pressing his fingers to his temple, warding off what promised to be an unpleasant headache.

“Are you joking?” a leaner and less bestial version of themselves demanded in an outraged voice.

#tsm bonus stories #sasster in distress #sasster #gaster #undertail #gaster x gaster #spot #voidster #lich gaster #fanfiction #my writing #gastercest

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captainatin · 7 years

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Heart of justice chapter 5: Monsters

The sound of rain clattered against the stones and brought out the smell of the earth as well as the pollen of the flowers that resided in the surrounding area. Justin marched through muggy waters and over different kinds of plants he couldn’t possibly pronounce the names of even if he tried. He had sensed an incredibly large flare of soul power by using the pin he had received from the demented flower. Ever since that moment he hadn’t felt a strong soul for miles, it was as if the spirit had dropped off the face of the plant. She could be dead, that’s always a possibility. The young man thought to himself as he stepped over a shimmering blue plant that echoed the sound of him wading through the water. No, don’t say that! You can’t give up on her, that’s the whole reason you entered this hell hole in the first place! She isn’t dead, maybe she’s just out of range of the pin or she’s sleeping so her soul isn’t as strong. Yeah, that has to be the reason for it. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he told himself whatever he needed to in order to keep himself sane and in total control of his actions. Another one of those blue flowers cracked under his feet and echoed the sound of his stomping back to him, the flora wouldn’t allow him to stop thinking about every choice he made.

*Knowing that the girl is likely in trouble makes your heart yearn for justice

“Whatever.” Justin huffed as he brushed his hand over the shimmering yellow light that cut through the dim surroundings. His entire body was soaked but he didn’t mind the warm rain splatting against him aside from making his hat heavy and wet. The young man marveled at how there was rain in an underground cavern but he soon tamed his curiosity and tucked it away as he trotted along. His pace was slow but consistent, mentally speaking he was too tired to rush through the rest of his journey. The most wanted man in the underground, that’s me. He scowled to himself as he tore down a poster that had a poor sketch of his facial features and a particular emphasis placed on the cowboy hat that sat firmly on his head. Is that even me? He stared at the ripped paper as he kept walking. No, I don’t look like that. The young man concluded before burning the the paper to ash as he crumpled it in his hand, the fire sizzling as water dropped onto it. No one has actually gotten a good enough look at me without receiving a flaming orb to their face. He nodded as he let out an exasperated sigh.

“Oh, oh lord no! Oh lord please no!” His head shot up to the sound of a creature shouting, he spotted what looked like one of those water coolers you see in an office mixed with your typical laundry washer. The creature turned to look at him with its stubby head, it barely stood off the ground with only small cylinders for feet. “Don’t hurt me!” The monster ran off as it screamed and shouted something about a ravenous beast.

“Is that really what they think of me?” Justin asked the emptiness as he froze in place and let loose another drawn out sigh. They’re scared of me. For good reasons I suppose, I’m covered from head to toe in monster existence or some crap like that. I must look like I’m a serial killer rampaging through the lands. His heart suddenly felt heavy in his chest, its beating began to slow but also sting with how hard it performed. It felt like an a thousand pound weight had been tied just to his heart and that the rest of his body couldn’t support it. These monsters are….they’re real people. Not just creatures or murderous beasts. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he stared at his feet. I wonder how many of them were decent people, the ones that I burnt down. The young man couldn’t help but stare at the ashes and dust that covered him, he hadn’t really thought about it before but he had never breathed a single bit of the dust into his lungs. It hasn’t covered my heart or anything above the base of my neck. He took a mental note of the fact that his uniform was nigh unrecognizable. Just a little. His boots thudded against the stone floor, echoing with each step as he made his way through the fields. Suddenly he felt a surge of essence flow through the pin and rattle his whole body, whatever was ahead had an extremely powerful soul.

“Run away!” Several ghoul looking creatures sped past him, shouting and screaming something incoherent. “Mate, I’d advise you get out of here!” They shouted back to the human before they ran out of sight and ear-shot.

“Whatever that thing is, it must be powerful.” Justin took a deep breath and held it for a long moment before exhaling. I have two shots left before I have to hold off for King Asgore, I hope I won’t have to use more than one on whatever this thing is. He picked up the pace but suddenly stopped at corners or boulders he couldn’t see around, he had no idea what was causing the pulse in his pin or where it was. A loud rumble rang through the cavern and the water coming from above pounded onto him in a torrential downpour, the entire area shook at the sound. An explosion of sorts? It sounds like a fight, a really big fight. Should I go that way? That stupid flower told me I should be able to tell if it’s a monster soul or not. I just hope that everything is going to play out okay.

“No! This cannot but happening!” Justin froze as he heard someone shout into the night, the rain continued to pour but it could not drown out the man’s voice. “How the hell did you let this happen, Chess? We’re suppose to be stronger now! No distractions this time and no desperate measures needed to be taken!” The man sounded furious at someone but the cowboy had no idea who or what they were angry at.

The hell is this? Justin peered around the corner and recoiled slightly, he was startled by the sight of a human boy smashing a baseball bat against a wall, to the boy’s left there was a pile of armor with a wooden chest sitting on top of it. Another human? Seriously, how many people fell down here so recently that they’re still alive! I wonder if I should try to get him to help me. It would certainly be good to have someone help me with Asgore and the other monsters.

“We did our best, Devin.” Another person spoke up but the cowboy couldn’t see who it was. “You need to calm down, we’re alive and that’s what counts. Gaster could have easily killed us both times so be thankful that he hasn’t done that.” The voice paused to let out a heavy sigh. “Although, I have no idea why he spared us. I guess he really doesn’t want to kill us.” He grunted with a slight rasp in his tone.

“How am I supposed to stay calm when they have another human soul? That makes three! And that is three more than what they should have!” The human growled in a fit of anger, his arms slowed down and he stopped pounding on the wall with the baseball bat that, upon closer inspection, was glowing with a beige energy. “Do you feel that, Chess?” He panted before taking a deep breath.

“Feel what? My whole body is sore and I can barely move.” Justin realized that the second man was the wooden chest sitting on the pile of crumpled armor. “I can’t feel anything other than this pain and stiffness!” The block groaned as it hopped towards the human teenager.

“I feel that pain too ya know!” Devin retorted through gritted teeth. “I can feel a human soul nearby, it isn’t the girl’s I felt hers leave as soon as we regained consciousness.” The boy stooped down and picked up the wooden chest with both hands, the bat that he had been holding vanished into thin air. “Show yourself human!” He called out to Justin before setting the box down a few feet away and rematerializing his weapon.

“Okay, I’m right here!” The policeman walked out from his position around the corner. He surveyed the area intently, he noticed there were a lot of holes and missing chunks of rocks in the surrounding arena, he had assumed correctly that there was an epic battle that had taken place there. “One human right here!” He smiled as strode forward.

“Don’t move!” The teenager barked as he lowered into a firm stance like one would do to prepare for combat, he was clearly still exhausted and there were bruises and scratches all over his body that began glowing with ethereal energy. “What’s with that dust?” He gestured by bobbing his head as well as pointing with the bat.

“I spilled flour all over myself while I was baking.” Justin scoffed as he halted in place, the boy didn’t intimidate him despite the massive amounts of soul energy that radiated from him to signify his potential threat level.

“Feh, we both know that isn’t the truth. I know what that is, it was a rhetorical question.” Devin shuddered as he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. “So why did you kill all those monsters? I highly doubt all of that was just self defense so don’t try to feed me that garbage!” He gritted his teeth as his gaze pierced into the man’s soul, his eyes held such intensity and building rage.

“Because….” The cowboy sighed as he resumed walking forward, the boy flinched at the movement. “In this world it is kill or be killed.” He ground his foot firmly into the ground as two spheres of fire blazed to life. “So will you help me slay one last monster? King Asgore.” He raised his right fist and offered a fist bump through the heat that swirled around it.

“Not a chance.” Devin grunted as he popped his neck and squared up, he clearly hadn’t been in many real fights, his stance was firm but it looked rather awkward. “You kill Asgore then you kill the spirit of the underground, all these monsters would be sent into a rage. That would not be the best idea for humanity.”

“You don’t want to go home? This is our chance to escape this god forsaken place!” He drew his hand back and the flame burned brighter, crackling and popping as it flickered in his tight grip. “Why don’t you want to go home?”

“Look, whoever you are-”

“Justin.” The cowboy cut him off mid thought which only raised the boy’s irritation even more.

“Look, Justin, I’ve been down here for over two hundred years. If I go back to the surface then reality is going to be a cruel slap to the face, I’m not going back to a whole new world that moved on without me. And there is no way I’m hurting the entire nation like you plan to do.” The two humans blinked as their vision turned black and white. “These monsters are people too, two hundred years being stuck down here has proven that to me. So I recommend you stand down.” He growled as he stepped forward, waiting for the sheriff wannabe to make the first move.

“You’re bluffing, ain’t no way you’re over two hundred years old. You’d be dead already if that was the case.” Justin swung his right arm and flung the orb at the boy who wacked it away with his baseball bat. The cowboy clasped his hands together and pulled them apart as a gargantuan sphere of fire appeared between them. His eyes strained for a moment before he slammed it down on the teen who stood in his way, there was no way the boy could dodge it as it burst into a thousand pieces and flung up rocks and dirt.

“Believe me now?” Devin was leaned up against the wall where he had set the box monster down, his entire body appeared translucent and was bathed in the same beige light that made up his weapon. “I’m just a soul right now, anchored to this monster who absorbed me. There’s no way I could go to the surface anyways.” He snarled as he slowly walked forward and his form filled out with realistic looking skin like the way he had appeared before.

“That’s a load of mystic crap and you know it!” The policeman surged forward and tried punching the boy without coating his fist in the searing heat, his arm passed through as the boy became see through again. Justin spun around to kick the boy with a burning foot only to have his knee smacked to the ground by the spectral bat as the boys form returned to that of a normal human. The man growled as he quivered slightly, he steeled his resolve and swung with his left fist before halting and swinging with his right arm as he coated it with fire. The fake out seemed to work, the boy swung the bat towards the man’s left arm and was left wide open for the flaming fist to pound into his chest.

“Erg, okay….” The boy chuckled as he stumbled back, cracks ran all across his body as he became translucent once more. “I guess that’s enough for me, you’re lucky Gaster roughed us up beforehand.” Devin fell to the floor with his back pushed up against the wall. “Go, do what you want. Just know that there are consequences for whatever decision you make.”

“You’re just letting me off that easily?” The human who actually had his own body quirked one of his eyebrows, it felt suspicious that after all that struggle and all that talk that the boy would give up after one hit. I suppose he does look rather damaged, maybe if I had hit him again he would die. He pondered for a moment before turning away and walking off.

“Because there should be one easy thing for you to do today, killing those monsters shouldn’t have been.” Devin grunted but the man was already out of earshot.

What the-? Justin felt the pin send two surges of energy through his body, there were two powerful souls not that far ahead. Gaster, whoever the hell that is, he’s the guy that kidnapped that girl I assume. That’s why I felt that soul power vanish. He nodded in conclusion as he sped forward, his feet thumping across stone floors and wooden bridges. The path through the rain was clear of monsters, that made sense considering the hour of the night. As the rain clattered against the stone he could hear a loud sizzling sound in the distance, the area was starting to get hotter. It was hardly a maze that he was navigating through, there was one straight path and he was thankful that he wouldn’t have to branch out and worry about the possibility of getting lost. Those two souls are close by, I need to hurry up, who knows what the hell this Gaster character is doing to her. He entered a large stalagmite that towered over the rest of the landscape, it provided shelter from the rain for a moment so he dried off his clothes using his spirit flames to swirl around him. There was a river below him that was full of small chunks of ice that were floating to his right towards where the heat was coming from. What the hell do they need all that ice for? Damn it Justin! Don’t get distracted, you’re not here to sight-see you’re here to save a life and get yourself back home! He shook his head to get his thoughts back on track. The heat grew more intense as he took a right turn and a large neon sign flared to life on his left side, he jumped back at the sudden sound of the lights buzzing. Welcome to Hot-land, very descriptive name. The cowboy huffed as he put a hand over his chest and took a deep breath as he tried to steady his heart-beat, he couldn’t afford to get worked up over nothing, he had to stay calm for the challenge that are ahead. As much as he told himself to calm down, it didn’t help knowing that there were two strong souls slowly coming towards him, whatever the two powers were, he would come face to face with them soon. Sooner than he thought, at the edge of his sight he spotted two figures over a long wooden bridge, the silhouettes were completely different from each other. There was a tall creature with giant horns and a block build, it looked like they were heavily armored, the other figure was short and wearing normal clothing, probably a child. That must be Asgore and someone else, a tall figure with horns matches the only real description I have of him. Justin shook in fear, he couldn’t lie to himself and say that he wasn’t terrified by the prospect of such a great foe. He slowly walked across the bridge as the rain continued to pour, evaporating as it hit the lava that had come to surround the area, the loud sizzling sound drowned out all of the man’s thoughts, the air was thick and hard to breath.

“Human!” A bellowing voice called from beyond the edge of the massive bridge, the man came into view which allowed his features to become visible. A golden beard on his chin while the rest of his body was covered in white fur, he wore a golden chestplate and a flowing purple cape that was heavy from the rain soaking into it. “You appear to have been busy in your time down here.” The king swallowed the lump in his throat as he stared down at Justin, he was towering the human which was impressive considering the height of the young adult.

“My liege, look at all the dust on him!” The child strode into view, the pin told the cowboy that her soul was extraordinarily strong despite her size. “He’s hurt a lot of people hasn’t he?” Her skin was blue and her ears looked like fins to assist in swimming, she wore a black tank-top and couldn’t have been over the age of eleven.

“Yes, but Undyne don-” The burly monster was cut off as the child rushed forward. Justin panicked as soon as she began approaching, he slung his pistol from its holster and fired a single bullet. A shriek of pain rang out over the sound of rain, the girl fell to the ground and began twitching in agony, her hands clutched around her left eye.

“T-T-The da-dastard!” Undyne shouted as she rolled around on the floor before she ceased movement, she passed out from the pain that flooded her mind and body.

“Human….” Asgore stared down at him with a deadpan expression. “At first your death was going to be painless.” He growled as he swished his cape to the left and a gargantuan trident emerged from behind him, it bore a crimson color. “Now you have incurred my wrath.”

“It was a snap decision, but I guess I still have a few bullets left for you!” Justin steeled his resolve, he felt he was too far gone to stop now. The child was an unintentional loss but he reasoned that he still had to press forward. His vision turned black and white as he fired another bullet at the king. The rain stopped as the bullet was swiped out of the air by the massive trident, a wave of heat washed over everything in front of the towering king, instantly drying up Justin and the bridge he was standing on.

“Silence!” The regal man barked as he appeared behind the human and sliced the ropes off of the bridge, trapping him with the monster lord. “Do not speak, you have caused enough damage to my people.” He snarled as he slashed with his trident, his speed made the cowboy unable to dodge the swipe and thus a large gash opened up in his chest and blood began to seep out.

*You feel your sins crawling down your back

“W-What?” Justin swallowed the lump in his throat as he spazzed in pain, his arms shook as he took aim and fired all of his shots at Asgore except for one, each bullet whizzed by the king’s head as he weaved through the path with such swiftness. This man, he’s killed humans already, he’s ancient and has hurt a lot of people….I’m justified in taking him down.

“It is tradition for us to tell the human we meet the tragic tale of our people. We were shunned by the humans and sealed under here for thousands of years. Asriel, my son, was friends with a human that fell down here much like you did, we brought the child in as our own. Imagine our heart-break when we found that after he died that Asriel was attacked by humans when he used the boy’s soul to journey to the surface. You have no idea how much pain we all have felt, how much grief your people have caused us. And you’ve only added to that grief!” Asgore slashed through the human’s arm with a quick swipe.

*You feel your sins crawling down your back

“Goodbye, human.” The king ran the three prongs through the cowboy’s chest. “Farewell.” He muttered as he quickly ripped it out. Justin stumbled back, coughing on his own blood as he raised his arm again.

*But it refused

“We’re both guilty….” He fired the last bullet and it grazed Asgore’s cheek. The cowboy fell down into the dust as he convulsed on the warm stone floor, he shook violently before he twitched to a sudden halt.

“How did you-?” The king of monsters clutched his cheek where the bullet had brushed against him, the pain burned inside him as a purple shock ran through his system, several other wounds appeared on his skin as the health bar over his head slowly depleted itself despite his vision turning back to the world of color. A yellow heart floated over Justin’s corpse and shook violently before splitting in two, Asgore quickly scooped the soul into a canister that he had kept hidden inside his cloak. “That was an impressive display, human.” He twinged with pain as he stared at the golden soul shimmering inside the glass capsule. “An overflow of the soul.”

Where am I? Why can’t I see? Justin snapped awake, he felt drained like all his muscles were heavy. His very soul felt like it was slowly being chipped away by a mysterious force. There was nothing that he could see or smell, nothing to sense in the vast darkness other than the feeling of his heart being sucked away.

“Hello? I just need a little more help! Someone please come to me!” The cowboy snapped his head around and spotted a small child no older than the age of ten. The human boy was wearing a blue shirt with purple stripes that looked ragged, his face was covered in scratches.

“Need help putting someone in their place, little man?” Justin couldn’t help but smile as he felt his soul resonate with the child. “Come on, let’s go serve some justice!”

#heart of justice #but it refused #Yellow soul #undertale #human souls #asgore #gaster #beige soul #the end?

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cookiepiefrenzy · 7 years

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Integritale 21 - The Monster is You

Sans woke up filled in anger. He was feeling betrayed by everyone. So far, the only people willing to help him had been Riverperson, Grillby, and a few other monsters from the pub. But all the others had condemned them.

He wouldn't take this anymore. If it was war they wanted, then that's what they would get. He was done being peaceful.

-Serifa, wake up.

-Good morning... Slept well, love?

-Get ready, we're leaving. Royal Guards are after you.

-W-What..? Since when...?

-Just get ready. We don't have time.

Serifa could feel something was off. Sans was being way too cold. She knew he could be serious, but this was different. She got ready and went downstairs, where he was waiting.

-Are you...alright?

-Yes.

-You look...different today.

-I'm fine. Are you ready?

-Sans...I'm worried about you...

-You know who you should be worried about? You should be worried about all these people wanting to murder you! But it's okay. As long as I'm here, I'll turn all your enemies into dust.

-What are you saying, Sans...? Are you going to...

-YES, I'M GOING TO KILL THEM! Are you gonna lecture me for that? For wanting to protect you???

-Can't you do that without killing people...?

-NO, SERIFA! I CAN'T!

Sans was getting more and more pissed off.

-There must be another way!

-Don't you get it Serifa?? These people won't rest until they kill you! They're evil Serifa! Plain evil! To save you, I need to kill them all! Eradicate them one by one, until no one remains!

-Then...don't do it.

-Don't do what? Don't save you? JUST LET YOU DIE?

-YES! I don't want to sacrifice others like that! I don't wan-

-YOU DON'T APPRECIATE ANYTHING, DO YOU? Sans yelled angrily and slapped her.

They were both surprised. After realising what he did, Sans covered his mouth in shock. Serifa looked into his eyes. That look killed him. It wasn't an angry glare. It was a sad, loving expression. He expected her to run away or even fight back. Instead, she ran to him and hugged him, crying on his chest. He was so shocked he didn't know how to react.

-Sans...please come back... I know this behaviour... Trust me, I do... You're very stressed out, aren't you...? My father...he was the same. He was so worried about me, it ended up destroying him... Sans, my love...you must be in a really dark place right now... But you have to fight it... You have to come back... Don't walk down the same path as my father... Don't lose yourself like he did!!! I'm right here Sans... Come back to me... Please, come back...come back...

Sans didn't know what to say. Serifa was right -he was losing himself more and more after each reset. He pushed her away from his arms and avoided looking at her.

-I...I'm sorry, Serifa... I...I really didn't want to hurt you...

-Sans... she smiled and approached him again, but he stopped her.

-I don't deserve your love, Serifa. I hit you. You have that habit of loving people who hit you...don't do that, please.

-Sans...you're back.

-Yes...thanks for bringing me back to my senses. But what I said is serious. You shouldn't love people who hit you.

-It's not like that, Sans. I know it all from my father. You're probably going through so much...it stressed you out, didn't it?

-Stop making excuses for people that abuse you, Serifa!!! I'm serious!!

-It's not about excuses, Sans. It's about finding strength in your heart... Strength to forgive and stand beside your loved ones when they need you.

-That mentality kept you imprisoned and abused by your own father for so many years!

-I know...I was wrong back then. My father...had already lost his sanity. There was no helping it. But you, Sans... you're still sane. I feel it Sans! You came back! You aren't sick like him!

-And what if I lose myself again Serifa? What then?

-Then...I'll have to bring you back again, before it's too late!

She approached him once more and hugged him. Sans was melting inside. How could he have hit such an innocent person? Someone who loved and cared about him that much...? He wrapped his arms around her.

-I'm sorry Serifa...I'm so, so sorry... he cried.

-You're back... That matters the most.

A loud knock on the door interrupted them. It was a Royal Guard.

-Sans? Is everything alright? We heard screams and cries...Are you alright, buddy?

-Y-Yes, everything's cool! Why are you here?

-There is a human in your house Sans! We have to capture her!

-Alright, I'll bring her to you!

He opened the window and took Serifa's hand.

-Listen. I can't promise you I won't kill. But I'll only do it if it's necessary. We have no time to discuss it now. Let's get going.

Not sure if he could keep his word, Sans froze time and escaped with Serifa through the window. As usual, they went to Hotland with the Riverperson's help, and continued to the third floor. Serifa had the same conversation with Muffet, becoming friends with her again. Sans tried to persuade Muffet to help them, but she refused for the sake of the rest of the spiders.

-Of course...after all, you still only care about yourself...what nice friend you are! he mumbled to himself, annoyed.

They reached the MTT Resort once more. Like before, Sans let Serifa wait outside and walked in. He soon came back to retrieve her. When they walked in, the place was empty and full of dust. Sans managed to find a good excuse for it. Serifa believed him. The unseen hooded figure didn't.

They walked to the castle again. Serifa, once more, noticed there were no guards.

-That's because everyone is afraid of Asgore. He's a really evil person -he has declared war upon humanity once he gets all the souls he needs. I have to...kill him. It'll be better for everyone.

-If he is that dangerous...maybe it is for the best. Serifa looked down.

Sans felt really ashamed for telling her such a huge lie. But it was for her own good. She wouldn't feel that bad about killing him if she believed he was dangerous. It would just make things easier. Besides, he had already given up on trying to persuade him to spare her.

He walked into the Throne Room with Serifa. He stayed silent -he was too ashamed to face Asgore after all he had done. Without saying anything, he summoned four Gaster Blasters and shot him dead. He quickly ran and took his soul, pushing it into Serifa's body.

-Sans? W-What did you do? It feels...weird.

-I gave you his soul. You need it to cross the Barrier and go back to your world.

-But...it's here that I want to stay...with you...

-You aren't safe here. Don't you want me to have to kill less people?

-Can't you...come with me? Maybe we could make a fresh start!

Sans thought for a second.

-I suppose I could...Give me a sec.

Sans disappeared and reappeared after a while.

-Where did you go?

-To the basement. I took one of the human souls Asgore was keeping there. Now we can both cross the Barrier. Come on...let's go.

They walked to the Barrier. Before crossing, Sans looked back with a sad expression on his face.

-Goodbye, Paps...

After they crossed the Barrier, they ended up in a slope of Mt. Ebott. Sans was amazed by the beauty of the surface. He felt so peaceful just breathing all the clean air and watching the blue sky.

-Serifa...is that the sun?

-Yes, Sans. That's the sun...

-Beautiful...

-Clarisse? I finally found you! an unknown voice was heard from behind them.

Sans hadn't heard that voice before. He turned around and saw a man running towards them. He then heard Serifa's voice, barely able to even speak.

-F...Father...?

This wasn't happening. No way it was happening. Why, of all the people they could meet... Why did it have to be him?

He reached closer.

-Clarisse! I finally found you! I heard people talking about a girl that went towards Mt. Ebott... So, I came to find you!!

Sans stood in the middle, protecting Serifa.

-Father... How many times do I have to tell you... Mom is dead... I'm Serifa! I'm not her!!

Serifa's voice started cracking. As her father drew closer, Sans summoned his magical bones, getting ready to attack.

-Don't hurt him Sans!

-Seriously? We both know what he did to you! He hurt you!

-He's my father Sans! Whatever he did...I still love him... she cried.

Sans sighed and canceled his attack. Serifa was upset enough already. She didn't need anymore pain.

Serifa's father tried to grab her, but Sans got in the middle, protecting her.

-Clarisse? Who is that? In fact, what is that? That's a monster!!!

-You got some nerve...calling ME a monster. Sans glared at him.

-I'll save you from that monster Clarisse!! I'll save you and take you back to our home!

He pulled out a gun and pointed it to Sans's head. Serifa freaked out.

-Father, no!! Listen to me! I'm not Clarisse! Clarisse is my mother! I'm your daughter... I'm Serifa! Remember me father... Please remember me!! I'm your daughter!!! And this person is my boyfriend! Please, please father...don't hurt him!! Don't hurt him!!!

Serifa was crying. Her father lowered his gun in shock.

-This...is your boyfriend, you say? This monster???

-Yes, father... He's-

A gunshot was heard. Serifa's forehead started bleeding as she fell down.

-Insolent woman...HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ON ME?

Sans got infuriated. With a bone attack, he hit the man's arm, disarming him, and quickly grabbed him, throwing him on the ground and beating him with his own hands.

-AFTER ALL YOU DID TO HER!! AFTER MAKING HER LIFE HELL!!! YOU NOW KILL HER! HOW CAN YOU BE CALLED A FATHER? YOU KNOW WHO'S THE MONSTER? THE MONSTER IS YOU AND YOU ALONE!!

Sans was shouting in anger. His eyes were teary but he wasn't crying. He was just there, screaming like crazy and punching the man on the face with all hid might. The man was crying in pain, but Sans didn't care.

-YOU DESERVE THIS!! DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU IMBECILE?? YOU DESERVE THIS!!!!

It didn't take long before Serifa's father died. His face had become disfigured and covered in blood. Without second thought, Sans kicked his body off the mountain's cliff.

-Disgusting human...that's some EXP I'll never regret.

His left eye flashed.

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