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scenitroute · 7 years

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Hello hello @moonphanter

Uhhh first of all, big fan. You’re like, amazing and hilarious and I love your art ahhhh. Definitely, if you haven’t checked out Moonphanter’s stuff, do so! I am but small potatoes. But I am your secret santa for the @undertalesecretsanta project! I apologize for this being late, some health problems have kept me away from my documents.

You wanted warm and cozy cuddles with Frisk and the Snowdin Dogs and well...I managed to get around to it! I thought your prompt was so cute, and it inspired some other shenanigans that I just had to throw in. I hope you enjoy!

Sledding

Tension hung heavy in the chill air. Snow crunched in Undyne’s hands as she tightened her fists, digging her fingers deep under the surface until they gripped frozen earth. She inhaled, but it comes up short, stopped by tight pressure over her diaphragm. The cold, long forgotten by now, bit at her face.

Teeth clenched.

The wind was howling.

“Alphys?”

“N-no….”

“Alphys I can’t breathe.”

The reptile’s arms slackened by a fraction, her face pressing harder into Undyne’s back in turn. Undyne snorts.

“DO NOT WORRY ALPHYS!” A bright red plastic sled dropped onto the snow next to the pair. Papyrus arranged himself on top of it, mimicking Undyne’s kneeling position. “WE SHALL BE HOME SOON!”

The scientist shuddered and lifts her head to peer at the skeleton. “I-I think I’d r-r-rather walk back….”

“No way!” Undyne cackled. “C’mon Al, we’re gunna beat these punks all the way home!”

“I HIGHLY DOUBT THAT!” Papyrus leaned forward, grabbing the snow to keep the sled in place. “THE GREAT PAPYRUS CANNOT LOSE WITH HIS GOOD FRIEND AT HIS SIDE!”

As if following a cue, Frisk settled down on the sled behind Papyrus, giving him a thumbs up. “OR, BEHIND HIM!” he corrected himself. Grinning, Papyrus pointed a gloved hand at Undyne. “YOU HAVE NO CHANCE! WE WILL WIN!”

“HA! Good luck buddy!” Undyne sat up straight to stare down her friend. She posed somehow, Alphys still clinging to her, and flexed. Even with the extra layers to keep her warm, Frisk thought they see her muscles bulge a little under the fabric. “Let’s see you beat this! NGYAA!”

Behind her, Alphys squeaked in terror as Undyne swiftly grappled at the ground again, lunging their sled forward down the steep hill. With an outraged “NYEH?!”, Papyrus pushed his and Frisk’s sled into motion, swinging his arms in a forward stroke to catch up.

Their lead secured, Undyne’s laugh cuts through Alphys’s squeals. Frisk grasped Papyrus’s coat as he leaned forward, picking up speed until they come level with the couple. His eye sockets narrowed and Undyne could swear he was about to lecture her for the unfair head start.

The fish woman leaned towards them, her sled following the movement.

“No Undyne!” Alphys panicked as they came closer. “We'll hit them!”

But Papyrus steered away, avoiding them but falling behind again..

“NGAHAHA! See you at the finish li-”

“PAPYRUS LOOK OUT!”

The skeleton tore his eyes away from his friends at the warning, looking ahead. In their path laid a large rock, covered partially in snow.

It was too late to steer away from it.

The sled moved with the slope of the rock, until it passed the apex. Papyrus weight pulled the front end down and in the same moment that he thought the danger was passed, he was thrown face down into the snow. The angle and swiftness sent Frisk flying over the skeleton. Gasping, they braced for impact.

It didn’t come.

Warm magic held them, carefully settling them into the snow. They were near the bottom of the hill now, and Sans stood just a few meters away. He released his magic with a soft ping! and winked.

“hey bro,” he chuckled. “i thought sledding was a winter sport, not fall”

Muffled growls answered him until Papyrus pulled his head from the snow, glaring at his brother. “SANS THIS IS NOT A TIME FOR PUNS! UNDYNE TOOK AN UNFAIR VICTORY!”

Undyne bounded up grinning madly. “Frisk that was AMAZING! You would have flown right passed us to if Sans hadn’t stopped you!”

“Frisk a-are you okay?”

The child nodded excitedly, giggling, and Alphys sighed in relief. Papyrus, sighing, straightened up and began brushing snow off his front before looking back at the sled. The plastic had a visible crack in the center where it had see-sawed on the rock. The tall skeleton picked it up with a frown.

“no need to feel so down paps,” Sans said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “It’s snow big deal.”

“SANS!”

More Guests

The house was warm and bright with colorful decorations. On every wall and surface was some indication of the holiday. It was not the same as Gyftmas, but it was close, and it helped. Humans felt more comfortable seeing them celebrate the same way. It helped monsters relate and open up. Everyone was happy.

Toriel chuckled to herself as she watched her child playing in the snow with their friends. To her, it didn’t matter the holiday, just that she spent it with them. The former queen bustled around the kitchen, breathing in the scent of old recipes she hadn’t had the resources for in far too long, mixed with aromas of new ones, favorites of Frisk’s and others. It felt more like home than anything had in years.

There was a knock at the door just as she peers into the oven to check on a pie. She makes sure it needs more time before leaving it.

Through the front window could see Asgore’s large form standing there, fidgeting as if fighting the desire to knock again. Sighing, Toriel opened the door before he can decide.

“Ah!” Asgore straightened up swiftly, beaming. “Good morning T-Toriel!”

Despite herself Toriel smiled as the king of monsters stumbled over his words. “Hello Asgore,” she replied. “You’re here early.”

“Yes, well…” his broad grin turned sheepish. “I’ll be leaving a little earlier than expected, going around the village to see everyone. I wanted to make sure I could some some time here, say hello.”

As he spoke Toriel motioned him inside and shuts the door. Anxiously he pulled his coat off, a paw getting stuck in the sleeve. “I uh...” Asgore turned the sleeve inside out as he tugs, finally releasing his hand. “I thought maybe I could help set things up as well? Decorate, help cook maybe?”

“Frisk and I have had the house decorated for a few days now,” Toriel said sternly, twisting her fingers into her apron. “I suppose you could help set the table once everyone has arrived.”

Asgore looked around, eyeing the tall brilliantly lit tree in the next room. A warm expression passed over his face, and he looked suddenly calmer. “Everything looks beautiful,” he stared a moment longer before Toriel made an impatient little sound. Embarrassed again, he clears his throat. “If I know you at all,” he spoke lightly. “Everything else will already be as immaculate as that tree.”

“Asgore…”

He waved a hand. “I know. I just want to, if I may?” Carefully, Asgore took one of Toriel’s hands, guiding it away from the fabric of her apron. His other paw set lightly on top of hers, holding it completely, without trapping her. “Happy Christmas Lady Toriel,” he said. “Thank you for having me today.”

It was a respectful greeting, but entirely too deliberate. In another time she would have teased him for it.

Instead she gave a practiced smile. “Merry Christmas.”

A hard knock resounded from the entrance again and the door opened immediately.

“Blooky darling don’t worry about any packages right now it’s time to see everyone!”

Toriel and Asgore separated quickly, making way for the robot that wheeled himself through. Mettaton greeted them grandly, apparently ignorant to the awkward interactions he’d interrupted. As the monster celebrity chattered to a relieved looking Asgore, Toriel happily looked to Napstablook.

“Hello my friend!”

“Oh….Hello….” The specter was carting a small box, lined with tiny holes punctured through the top.

“I brought what you asked….” He blinked down at the box wistfully. “The farm has been able to expand since we left Ebott...Still….I hope I brought enough for you…”

“I am sure it will be plenty,” smiling warmly, Toriel took the box into her hands. “Thank you very much Napstablook!”

The ghost returned her cheerful look before shyly trailing after Mettaton again.

Snowball Fight

Outside, Frisk had taken cover behind a modest wall of snow and was attempting to peer over it. On one side of them was Papyrus, who had somehow gotten down to less than half his own height to keep from being seen. On their other side, Sans lazed against their barrier, arms crossed over his middle and sockets closed. Frisk carefully looks over the wall, catching a glimpse of Undyne and Alphys standing behind their own fort for just a moment before ducking down to avoid the immediately launched snowball. It hit the top of the wall, exploding into a shower of snow over their hair. They look to Papyrus and shook their head.

“DRAT!” he clenched his hands. “WE SHOULD HAVE AMBUSHED THEM WHILE THEY WERE STILL BUILDING THEIR DEFENSES.”

The skeleton looked hard at Frisk, grabbing up a few already prepared snowballs in each hand. “ARE YOU READY FRISK?”

The snowballs Papyrus made were the perfect size for his hands, but a little too big for Frisk. Still they were determined, and took one up. Papyrus counted down, then jumped up, lobbing three balls at once at their opponent. Frisk bounced up after him, throwing their snowball with all their might.

It plopped down in the snow about halfway to its target.

Alphys, meanwhile had taken cover while Undyne had quickly recovered from Papyrus’s attack and was beginning to retaliate. Papyrus dodged, attacking again as he went. When he ran out of ammo he dove down again.

“SANS! YOU COULD BE USING MY ATTACKS AS A DISTRACTION AND USE YOUR TRICKS TO ATTACK FROM BEHIND THE ENEMY!”

Without opening his eyes Sans shook his head, grinning. “i dunno paps...that sounds an awful lot like cheating to me.”

“IT’S STRATEGY BROTHER,” Papyrus argued, chucking a few more snowballs at Undyne. His look of triumph as he knelt back down told Frisk he’d made a hit. “NOT THAT YOU CARE LAZYBONES. YOU JUST WANT TO GET OUT OF HELPING!”

Sans shrugged. “only out of helping you cheat bro--AHH!”

The smaller skeleton’s eyes shot open as he sat up suddenly. Clumps of snow fell from the top of his exposed skull where Papyrus had dropped a rather large snowball he’d made. The younger brother smirked and darted away to resume his attack on his friend before Sans could react further.

Shuddering slightly, Sans brushed off the rest of the snow with a grimace. He looked at Frisk whose shoulders were shaking. “heh, think that’s funny kid?”

“HEY!” Frisk and Sans both jumped. “STOP SCRATCHING UP MY FORT DOG!”

Papyrus’s teammates stood up to see a small white dog happily digging at the base of their barrier until he stepped forward. The dog stared up at the angered skeleton and barked.

“HOW DID YOU EVEN GET HERE YOU--”

The dog bounded away as Papyrus was suddenly hit with a barrage of snowballs from a cackling Undyne.

Music to set the mood

The dog guard is in the entrance way when the group comes in the back from outside. Undyne rushes to greet them while Papyrus goes to Asgore, who is dragging a large red bag towards the decorated tree.

“Did you have fun little one?” Toriel knelt down to be eye-level with Frisk, who hugged her immediately.

“Oh my!” she laughed. “My child your clothes are covered with snow, you must be freezing!”

The goat monster helped Frisk out of their layers and passes her hands over their arms and shoulders, warming them with magic. “Everyone’s arrived,” she said, hugging the child again. “Go have fun while I finish up in the kitchen.”

From the other room the sounds of a few piano notes filters in. A tune familiar to Frisk starts to form, appropriate for the holiday. As the child approached, they saw Undyne standing over the keys, her eyes narrowed at the book in the stand as she played slowly, deliberately.

“Oh noooo darling!” Mettaton seemed to appear on top of the piano, laying across it and posing as if he were in a tragedy. “Surely this is meant to be more upbeat! Can’t the good captain of the Royal Guard get us all in the mood?”

Undyne smashed a few keys down in an ugly chord before continuing to tap out the notes.

“I’ve got to learn it first,” she ground out as Mettaton rolled into a new pose, partially blocking the sheet music with his arm. Still she seemed to be picking up the pace.

“Oh Gyftmas time, you are divine…” he sang. “We celebrate the presents and we sing because it’s happy…”

Undyne stops entirely, glaring at the robot. “Those aren’t the right words!”

“Oh? How would you know?”

“The words are in this book!”

“How marvelous!” Mettaton rolled again, taking the book and sitting up as he read. “You keep playing dear and I’ll sing!”

“I NEED THAT TO PLAY!”

Snuggles and Cuddles

On the opposite side of the rater spacious living room sat Dogamy and Dogaressa. They had shoved themselves into a single armchair and were holding each other. A fire was set in the fireplace before them and Doggo stood over it, comfortable away from the crowd. Greater Dog and Lesser Dog joined the group, quietly yipping in conversation.

Frisk approached them, heading for the hearth. They waved at Doggo as they neared.

“Oh, hey kid,” he sniffed. “Thanks for moving, you’re always so quiet.”

“It’s the pup!”

“It’s the human Dogamy,” Dogaressa corrected him, playfully smooching his ear.

“Get a kennel,” Doggo groaned.

“What are you up to little one?” Dogamy asked.

Frisk holds their hands up to the flames.

Lesser Dog barked.

“The skeletons had them outside in the snow,” Doggo translated.

Dogaressa whined lightly. “Are you cold Frisk?”

The child had barely nodded when a deep and excited bark sounded and Greater Dog, tongue lolling, bounded forward, wrapping Frisk in a hug. The other dogs stiffened, eyes going wide for a moment.

“Greater!” Dogamy barked in alarm.

Soft giggles reached their keen ears through the thick fur of the large dog’s arms, and the former guards settled. Greater Dog fell backwards with Frisk, then rolled to his stomach, setting the child comfortably against his side facing the fire. He curled around them contentedly, draping his tail over their lap.

A little surprised, Frisk hesitated, but then leaned back against the large monster, reveling in the soft comfort of his fur.

“Tch!” Doggo scoffed. “Always going for the most comfortable spot aren’t you?”

As he said it, he sat himself down on the opposite side of the biggest dog monster, stretching his legs and leaning back.

“Doggo!” Dogaressa chided.

“What?” Doggo replied lazily. He propped his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. “He loves it.”

“Dogs can snuggle up to other dogs?” Dogamy asked.

“It does look cozy,” Dogaressa ventured.

Lesser Dog yipped and joined the group on the floor, curling up next to Frisk in front of Greater Dog.

“Should we try it?”

“They look so happy!”

Frisk felt they couldn’t be more content as Dogamy and Dogaressa settled down next to Greater Dog’s head, hugging each other. The cold from outside was long forgotten to them as their eyes closed. The knowledge that all their friends were close by and the sound of the piano playing lulled them to sleep before Frisk even realized it.

#undertale secret santa #gift fic #for moonphanter #undertale #shenanigans and cuddles #I switched tenses in this around the last section #so I probably missed some when I went back to fix them #might tweak this up a bit later #but I want you to have this asap!!

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