#sans better get his hands off goat mom

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

6: Whaaat? Nooo! Things are Definitely NOT Getting Suspicious!

A/N: So, Sans is a skeleton monster. Yes, he doesn’t have “muscles or skin”, but he’s still a monster. So it’s less that he’s a skeleton, and more so that he’s a monster that looks like a skeleton. That being said, every time I want to write “he raised an eyebrow,” or “his muscles twitched,” I REALLY don’t want to have to clarify “not actual muscles because he’s a skeleton, but he’s still a monster so the same logic still applies to him” EVERY TIME 😭 So please hold those comments and let me make my life a little easier 😭 thank you and Gesundheit!!

Anyway, thank you for reading, and please enjoy this chapter!

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THIS SHIT IS HARD!!!

Tears pool in your eyes, agony reflects in pools of [e/c] and frustration colors your expression.

“TORIELLL!!”

“Yes, my child?”

“THIS SHIT HARD!!”

She smiles in amusement, holding in a chuckle, “It’s not so bad. It’s your second attempt and it already looks like a Froggit…. If… If you squint…”

You sigh with a defeated smile, “You’re right, you’re right. It’s just… One of my toxic traits is thinking I can do anything without any prior practice or skill.”

“That must be difficult to cope with.”

“Oh, dude. Like you wouldn’t believe.”

So, crocheting isn’t going as well as you’d hoped. You would think that your desire to become a Surgeon would mean that your hands are pretty steady. They’re… steady enough, you suppose. It could just be a major case of Skill Issue™ that is holding you back. Your spirits are beginning to be affected by this, though.

This is the third time Toriel has tried introducing you to a new hobby just for you to fail miserably. Six days ago, you two were trying out knitting. Then three days ago, you two tried clay sculpting. And today? It’s crocheting.

You’re not actually complaining though, you’re having a lot of fun despite your failed attempts! More accurately, you’re having fun hanging out with the goat mom so it doesn’t matter if you were bad at this stuff. You understand that the reason why she’s doing this is because she wants you to have fun and not be bored having to stay inside all the time. You really appreciate the effort she’s putting in, so the most you can do is try to give each of these activities a genuine shot.

You shake your head to get back in the game, “Okay, okay. Let me try again, I think I can do it right this time.”

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You flip to the next page of a random history book you’ve been reading. “Trapped behind the barrier and fearful of further human attacks, we retreated. Far, far into the earth we walked, until we reached the cavern's end. This was our new home, which we named… “Home.” As great as our king is, he is pretty lousy at names.”

“Oh shit, it’s this book!” You perk up with a smile, “I’ve been looking for this damn book. It only took me two and a half weeks of being here and going through the whole shelf. Why is it all the way down here?”

With Toriel out of the house yet again, you decided to take up reading once more. Toriel leaves the house for a few hours every day, she always goes to the very beginning of the Ruins (where you fell in) to check if another human has fallen down. You wonder if one of these days Toriel will come home with that child. Would Frisk be thrown off by your presence? Or will they, for some reason, find you as a threat and try to Reset in the hopes of getting rid of you?

Nah, Frisk isn’t that type of person. They have jerk dialogue options in the Pacifist route, but you never consider them to be true to Frisk. The possibility still makes you nervous.

The history book isn’t very long, and before long you reached the last page. You’re about to put it back but decide to move it to the middle of the shelf instead. You can’t explain it, but it feels better in that spot instead.

Hm…

You put your hands on your hips. Well, you guess you can try painting before Toriel gets back for lunch.

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It’s been three and a half weeks, and Toriel is running out of options for you. She’s considering getting you a job in the small city in the Ruins so you have something to do. In your boredom, you’ve read most of the books in her home, you cook for her now all of the time, and you clean all the time, too. You only seem to like doing the other hobbies if Toriel is there to do it with you.

She knows, though, that you really need to get out of the house. You’re young, energetic, and adventurous; despite your resolve to understand that if you’re not careful, you could be killed, she knows that you can’t stay inside all the time.

So, she goes to a friend for help.

“Actually, before I must go,” Toriel says a little hesitantly, “There is something I’d like to ask of you. I-I’d like a favor.”

Sans’ smile becomes a little strained, though he supposes it doesn’t matter if he keeps up that facade since there isn’t anyone around. But it takes more muscles to frown than it does to smile. And yeah, he’s a skeleton and thus does not have any muscles, but he’s still a monster, so there’s a possibility for anything.

“a favor? well, i can’t say i’m all powerful and knowing, but if you tell me what it is, i might be able to help out,” The comic replies.

“You’ve mentioned going to the Waterfalls and Hotlands a few times, correct? Do you perhaps know a handful of people?”

“uh, i guess i do. why?”

“Would you happen to know any ghost monsters? Particularly, a sad-looking ghost who pretends to sleep a lot. He was here a few weeks ago, but has not returned,” Toriel thinks back to you expressing wanting to be friends with that ghost, “There is no way for me to reach out to him, so I was wondering if it would be at all possible for you to find him somehow, and send him my way.”

…

…

HUH?

Toriel is talking about Napstablook, Sans knows him the same way he knows almost everyone in the Underground (after so many Resets, he took it upon himself to know the different people, especially those who have a connection with Frisk). He lives in Waterfall, alone and generally keeps to himself. He sometimes goes to the Ruins just to hang out by himself as well.

Why… Why does Toriel want to know about him all of a sudden?

“uh, i think i know who you’re talking about. did he do something wrong?”

“Oh, heavens no! There’s just… something I’m curious about, that’s all. I see him often, but I never go out of my way to say hello.”

“oh… kay?” This is so weird, “yeah, i can find him and let him know you’re looking for him.”

Toriel smiles in relief, “Thank you so much, friend. I should really get going now. Until next time.”

“yeah, ‘till next time.”

Sans hears Toriel walk away in a hurry, scratching his skull in confusion as he also begins his walk to Snowdin. What the fuck was that? Even before the kid came and ruined everything, Toriel had not once expressed being curious about other monsters. She’s under the assumption that monsters still fight humans out of malice, and not because they just feel like they have to at this point.

Why is this suddenly different? It can’t really be because this is the natural development Toriel goes through, right? Nothing in Sans’ past experience hints at this kind of development in Toriel, or that it could be capable on her own-

…

‘it can’t be possible on her own.’

Sans stops walking.

No… Could it really be…?

Frisk is back in the Underground, and is staying in the Ruins?

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The sussy skeleton knocks his knuckles against a door (albeit he had to knock harder than anyone usually has since he’s wearing pink gloves at the moment), huffing slightly while waiting for an answer. He’s tapping his foot impatiently on the ground, looking around aimlessly at nothing in particular. To Napstablook’s credit, he doesn’t make the other wait for too long. Instead of opening the door, the ghost just phases through it.

Napstablook is looking at the other in confusion, which is completely understandable.

“oh… hi, sans…”

“hey, buddy. how are ya?”

Napstablook’s headphones slowly fade away into nothingness. Wow, impressive skill. Sans has no idea how he did that.

“i’m doing alright, i guess… i was just working on a new remix…” Napstablook avoids eye contact, “um, sans…”

“yeah?”

“not that i don’t mind that you’re here, but… you never come here and we never really talk… did you need something…?”

Sans sighs a short laugh, “heh. you’re straightforward, huh? yeah, there is something i need to tell you.”

“oh. wh-what is it?”

“you were in the ruins a few weeks ago, right?”

“how-how did you know…?”

Sans shrugs, “heard it from that monster lady who takes care of the ruins. she was wondering why you stopped showing up, and wants to see you as soon as it’s convenient for you.”

“oh…” Napstablook doesn’t have eyebrows, but his big ‘ol eyes are expressive enough to show some confusion, “that lady…? i thought she didn’t want me there anymore because of that human…”

Shit, so Frisk is in the Ruins! Sans forces himself to stay calm. Sans raises a brow and leans forward a bit.

“a human, huh? now, that’s somethin’. you remember how they look like?”

At this, the ghost smiles softly and meekly, “yeah… i didn’t get a good look ‘caues i was laying down, but she was wearing a striped brown dress, and had kind, [e/c] eyes. must be a kid that the lady is looking after…”

…So it’s not Frisk. As far as Sans is aware, Frisk has always been androgynous, and he knows the ghost monster isn’t an asshole to misgender them purposely. (Ignore that Sans at that moment forgot Napstablook wouldn’t have any memory of Frisk.) Not only that but a striped, brown dress? Unless Frisk decided to get a new look, then Napstablook was describing someone else.

“really now? you don’t think this could be an evil human, do you?”

“oh, no way… she was really nice to me and had a lot of faith in my fake sleep… no one has ever given me that much encouragement in my fake sleep before.”

…That’s nice, Blooky.

“if only i could remember her name… the big monster lady said it once…”

Sans widens his eye sockets slightly, “come on now, bud. i know you can remember it.”

Napstablook squeezes his eyes, “mmnn… it was… it was… s… sa… mm… de… ehhh…”

The skeleton tenses up, his fists being held in front of himself like a child overfilled with anticipation.

“i think it was… uh…”

“…?”

“...i got nothing. sorry…”

Sans sighs heavily in disappointment, “it’s fine, buddy. it was a long shot, anyway.”

“well, i can tell you when i find out… if you want…”

“hey, not a bad idea,” Sans holds his gloved hand to his chin in thought, “try to be discrete though, yeah? we don’t wanna scare the human thinking that a lot of monsters are after her.”

“…actually, why do you wanna know about the human?” Napstablook shrinks back slightly, “you don’t wanna take her soul, do you…?”

Hey! Sans may not like humans (and Frisk certainly didn’t help with that), but he’s not a heartless monster (hah). Granted, if this new human that’s with Toriel is a jerk, and Toriel doesn’t make him also promise to keep her safe, then he might do something drastic and violent. He knows that it’s rash and rather harsh, but can the blame really be on him after all he’s had to endure?

“nah, i’m not interested in capturing any human,” Sans said, you know, like a liar, “you can’t blame a skeleton for being worried though, right? it’s been so long since the last human was down here, ya know?”

“yeah, i guess that’s true…” Napstablook resummons his headphones with, presumably, magic, “i should get going then… i’ll see you later, sans…”

“see ya later, bud.”

Napstablook at least has the manners to not pass through Sans, and instead takes the time to float around him to make his way to the Ruins.

Sans watches him leave for a moment before taking a shortcut home. More specifically, he takes a shortcut to his bedroom. He sighs in relief, ditching his pink slippers by the door to drag his feet to his bed.

On the way, he nabs a notebook from his self-sustaining tornado made of trash. By his command, the bunched up, weird, creasy ball of his covers unravels itself to lay out on his worn mattress.

With a sigh, the skeleton flops down face first on his bed.

Clink.

Ouch.

Sans lifts his head with a wince, not appreciating the sans-ation of his forgotten pen falling out of his eye socket. Huh. He’s been looking for this pen, guess it’s been lost in his covers all this time. He takes it and rolls over to his back, opening up his notebook and flipping through the pages until he reaches a blank one. The monster clicks his pen and scribbles on the top corner until the ink starts to flow out of the ball point.

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thursday, january 17th, 20XX

RESET #43: Post-Flowey (207 days since the last reset)

there’s a new human in the underground. napstablook was describing a girl, presumably a child. what’s with all the children falling to the underground? anyway, he swears up and down that she’s not evil or harmful, but i doubt it. how long as she been in the ruins? why did toriel hide this information from me?

it might have to do with the fact we’ve been drifting apart lately. about two months ago i noticed she’s been more reclusive and less willing to talk for long. i think she can pick up that i haven’t been putting in my all lately. i can’t bring myself to really care that much anymore, which is probably why she doesn’t enjoy talking to me anymore. i don’t blame her.

it’s been worse recently though. about a month ago, she’s been really different. she’s a lot more energetic, but i can tell when she talks to me that she would rather be somewhere else. maybe that’s when the human girl showed up. she has to be a pro at manipulating if toriel is enjoying this human’s company.

or maybe all these resets are getting to me, and the human isn’t that bad after all.

only time will tell.

…

luckily (or maybe not) napstablook is going to the ruins and will check out the human. hopefully he remembers to ask for the girl’s name, and tell me anything else that can be relevant. maybe the human has something to do with toriel asking for him. i can’t think of another reason why.

it makes me wonder… if frisk never had shown up at all, would this be the natural order of what was to happen? that another human would eventually fall in anyway?

whatever. i’ll learn more once napstablook comes back from the ruins.

i hope he comes back from the ruins…

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Whelp, that’s enough thinking for today. Sans has no idea when that ghost will come back, so he might as well take a nap. It’s been a long 40 minutes, he’s earned it.

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Tag List (There's only one person lmao)

@lemonboy011 I don't know if I did this right whoops

#fanfiction #reader insert #female reader #don't forget fanfiction #sans undertale #sans x reader #undertale #sans #toriel #napstablook

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

I also had an idea where instead of s/o getting angry at people when they're protective for the skeletons, s/o gets angry at inanimate objects LMAO

like if skellies were get hit by a tree branch or a wall s/o wants to fucking burn that tree branch or break the wall with a mallet and starts to swear at it like it was a person

Undertale Sans - He's looking at you like :

Why so weird. That's scaring him, man. That tree branch did nothing wrong and he's cringing so hard. Please stop or he will feel the urgent need to do a Fortnite dance juste to make that moment less awkward.

Undertale Papyrus - "PLEASE Y/N! I'M BEGGING YOU TO STOP CURSING THIS WARDROBE AND ITS ANCESTORS ON TWENTY GENERATIONS, YOU'RE HURTING IT'S FEELINGS AND I LIKE THIS WARDROBE I DON'T WANT IT TO DIE."

Underswap Sans - He thinks it's very funny, and will gladly stomps that tree branch with you as a revenge. Die nature, you sucks!

Underswap Papyrus - He's pouting. You just destroyed one of his favorite plushies and he is so mad at you right now. You better buy it back or he won't talk to you until the end of the month.

Underfell Sans - "tell him sweetheart! fucking tree! ya're ugly as hell. beat it up!" He's cheering you up. You both laughing until a huge branch breaks and falls on both of your skulls, knocking you both down. That's karma, bitch.

Underfell Papyrus - It's cute. And quite ridiculous. Edge thinks it's so funny how you became so protective of him, especially since, most of the time, he's the one saving your butt, like this time you tried to break a vase in a shop and then angry sellers tried to kick you out and call the police. But sure, you're "protecting" him.

Horrortale Sans - "but... the cookies...." He's looking at the rest of the cookies you angrily crushed under your fists because he burned himself. Oak is so sad. Look at the mess you made. He's mad at you. And you won't have any of the cookies he managed to save from your murderous mood. Don't talk to him or his cookies ever again, you monster.

Horrortale Papyrus - He sighs, annoyed. It's the third needle you're breaking out of Toriel's hands. Willow needs some vitamins regularly, and you don't like the needle to inject them. Toriel is annoyed, Willow is annoyed, and god, maybe you realised messing with an instable boss monster was a bad idea when Toriel dragged you in a corner for a time out and threatened to cut your legs off if you're bothering her one more time. She looks so serious you pee yourself. You're never bothering Goat Mom ever again.

Swapfell Sans - He's looking at the crushed pieces of jewelry on his desk, then at you, then at the pieces of jewelry. He takes a deep breath. You think you can go away with that? Nox will teach you capitalism. You breaks, you pay for it. Enjoy your 30 000$ debt. You desserve that. Cry now.

Swapfell Papyrus - Wow. You must be very brave or the most stupid person he has ever met. He taunted the Queen and got arrested. You jumped on his handcuffs, in front of the Queen and the Royal Guard and Nox, and you are angrily biting it. Rus is trying to act like he doesn't know you. But you know, it's hard. Nox is facepalming, the Queen is getting angrier and angrier. Welp, Rus is not helping you. If she's attacking, he teleports away and lets you here.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's concerned. It's... It's a tree branch. It can barely be called a branch actually, it's ridiculously small. Why the hell are you attacking it like it's your archnemesis?? It's... It's just a branch. He's the captain of the royal guard and he doesn't understand your strategy. If you want to fight so badly, please let him teach you. You're just making him ashamed right now.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's sweating so hard right now. You broke the TV. Wine is going to kill you, but he doesn't want Wine to kill you, but he doesn't want to disappoint you because you protected him. He's going to hide you in his wardrobe. He's hiding with you. Wine will surely never finds you. ... Or not. The wardrobe doors are suddenly blasted off.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[afterartist]

Deltarune update deltarune update deltaruneupda

Kris’ fist finna befriend sans’ face

#deltarune #deltarune kris #kris dreemurr #undertale #Kris Frisk Chara #deltarune fanart #fanart #art #my art #dont steal #bad art #quick sketch #my art sucks #sans better get his hands off goat mom #genocide route #game #game art #undertale art #deltarune art #frisk #chara #kris #i’m bad at tagging #plz help #i’m trying

[joost8910]

Welcome to the Fandom (lyrics)

An Undertale-themed Welcome to the Internet parody; sung by Ink Sans. @rainbowsans Here you go; I hope you enjoy this. 

Welcome to the fandom! How are you today?  Anything that brain of yours can think of can be made.  We’ve got countless creators; some better, some worse.  If none of them are interest to you, you’d be the first. 

Welcome to the fandom! Come and take a seat!  Would you like some art of Asgore or a pic of Tori's feet?  There's no need to panic; this isn't a test, haha  Just nod or shake your head and we'll do the rest

Welcome to thе fandom! What would you prefer?  Would you like to see some shipping art? I know you like grillster.  Be happy! Be horny! Be bursting with rage!  We've got a million different ways to engage 

Welcome to the fandom! Put your cares aside  Here's an Undyne burning pasta; here's all of the kids who died  We've got fanfics and comics and animations  And a bunch of colored-pencil drawings of all the different alternate universe Sanses fucking each other

Welcome to the fandom! Hold on to your socks  'Cause that artist that you found just posted art of Sans’s cock It is slimy and off-putting; they just posted more  Don't act surprised; you know you like it, you whore!

See a Paps beheaded, get offended, see a Sans Show us pictures of the children, tell us what’s with Gaster’s hands? Write a theory, ship your dearie, make a comic starring Blooky  Write a Frisk that’s feeling weary; eat a treat and find a needle in your— 

Here's some precious alphyne ship art! You should kill goat mom Here's why Sans would never fuck you. Here's why you should kill them all What’s your fav ship say about you? Take this quirky quiz! Fox created Mettaton to trans-gen-der your kids.

Could I interest you in everything all of the time? A little bit of everything all of the time  You may think the game is dead but fandoms never die! Making more of everything all of the time

Could I interest you in everything all of the time? A little bit of everything all of the time You may think the game is dead but fandoms never die! Making more of everything all of the time

-Musical Interlude-

You know, it wasn't always like this. 

Not very long ago, just before your time  Long before the mii costume, year two-oh-one-five  This was dialogues, roleplay blogs, a comic or two  We set our sights and spent our nights waiting…  For you!  You…  Insatiable you!  You had just found your first AU; the game was barely two  And you made all the things you poured your heart into...  Now, look at you! Oh, look at you!  You~  You~!  Despite e~verything it’s still you.  Your time is now, your inside's out. Honey, how you grew!  [Ink hold his hand out to you]  And if we stick together, who knows what we'll do?  It was always the plan  [Ink hands you a piece of paper]  to put this world in your hand.  [Ink puts a brush in your hand] 

(*Laughing hysterically, maniacally, even*)  [During the laughter, a bunch of anonymous asks asking “When’s the next part?”, “Why have you stopped?”, “Is this dead?”, and similar messages pop up on screen] 

Could I interest you in creating all of the time?  Making more of everything all of the time  Burnout is a tragedy, and boredom is a crime!  Keep on making everything all of the time 

Could I interest you in creating all of the time?  Making more of everything all of the time  The fandom is insatiable, so create ‘til you die!  Anything and everything and  Anything and everything and  Anything and everything and  All of the time!

#undertale #undertale au #ink sans #sans au #welcome to the internet #bo burnham

[jamestrmtx]

Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader]

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(Author Note, written in November 2020 and updated on May 2021: For those who've already read the prologue, two changes happened: [1] the story title went from Goodnight, Starlight to Fairytale Complex, and [2] since this's a rewrite of an older work, the main/focus relationship would now be Sans, but there will still be alternate relationships, other main four being Papyrus, Muffet, Grillby, and Napstablook! More info on that can be found on Chapter Sixteen | Dummy! (Part 3 of 3).)

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Your phone lights up and buzzes erratically, waking you up and forcing you to get out of bed when it proves to be too far away for you to reach it. The screen marks an unholy five thirty five in the morning, and you can only wonder over what your aunt wants to discuss with you at such an early hour. There's around two urgent voicemails, eleven text messages, and three missed calls, all from her, so you decide on phoning her back to get things over with.

She answers fast, hardly giving the phone a chance to beep once.

"Turn on the TV right now, honey," your aunt shouts, an indistinguishable emotion between anger and shock displayed in her voice. "Now," she repeats, authority shown in that single word. "And don't forget to call me later. We need to talk." She hangs up after that, leaving you with more questions than you once had.

You raise a brow at the oddity of her call, yet relent with how tired both your mind and body feel. You'd left work at eleven at night, only to arrive home at midnight and fall asleep at one. With barely five hours of rest in your system, you don't exactly feel motivated to watch television, yet that changes when you sit at the edge of your bed, turn it on, and see the first thing there is a breaking news report taking over every cable channel present. No matter which one you switch to, it's there, reporting over the rise of a whole new species of living beings, these capable of human reasoning and conduct, as one of the reporters and even a scientist so claimed based on the little information they've both gathered about the species already. They proceed to display a picture of a large crowd of people gathered near a mountain, these looking straight out of a fantasy novel. They vary greatly, from bipedal, anthropomorphic fish, bears, bunnies, goats, and spiders, to living skeletons, ghosts, and live, humanoid flames. You have to rub sleep away from your eyes and blink a few times to process what's going on, until you see who's standing smack in the middle of them all.

"F- Frisk?!" you shout, breaking the silence of your home and the night.

Almost immediately, you pick up your phone and search for more information on where and when the picture was taken. The sun seemed to be setting in it, and based on when the news had chosen to report on the event, you figure Frisk has to be with that group somewhere around. You access the news channel's main page and see a pinned post asking for information on the child's parents, comment section blocked to prevent a flood in them, along with the share button to keep any second parties from spreading it around more.

>> A goat lady by the name of Toriel has taken Frisk under her temporary care while authorities regain contact with the child's parents. If anyone reading this post happens to know about their location, number, or any other contact information, please do let us know over at private message, so that we may interview them personally. We have searched far and wide for more thorough information on the child, but Child Protective Services have settled upon keeping that information private, while the child refused to tell us anything else after they found out over what penalties their parents would be receiving. They insist that their primary caregiver is a good person, that they do not know about their secondary caregiver's whereabouts, and that they will not allow anything bad to happen to either of them, refusing to so much as give up their last name to us as a result. However, we are still in dire need of said information in order to interview the parents and perform more proper investigations as to why the child disappeared for a period of almost two whole months.

Below the basic gist stands a shorter paragraph and a photo of a different monster, this one a skeleton instead of a goat woman.

>> In addition to the goat lady offering to look after Frisk for the time being, another monster has reached out to us and left his number only specifically for the parents. He states it is necessary they meet and that he would like to offer an explanation as to what happened at the Underground and how Frisk got there. If you are one of the parents, please contact us through private message so that we may provide you with his number and further directions on what to do from there.

You check the time of the post, lock your phone, and set it aside when the news returns from a commercial break, this one much shorter compared to usually. 

"Passerby say it sounded similar to that of a bomb going off, yet there were no signs of destruction and nobody near when they made it to the place where they heard the noise. It's estimated the Barrier broke at late evening, and that the monsters left with Frisk barely an hour after that event, without bothering to inform anyone over the missing child's arrival. Authorities claim they've yet to gain contact with Frisk's secondary caregiver and that they are now on their way to contact their primary one. Given the circumstances and the current hour, Child Protective Services believe it best to visit at noon, as they have already tracked down the parent's location and received further information on the subject through social media. That's all we've managed to cover so far, but remember to stay tuned for more at-"

“(Mom/Dad), I'm home!”

Your eyes shoot open and you almost have to double take when you hear that voice. It's followed by a few persistent knocks on the door, though you still go as far as to check the pulse on your wrist to make sure you're still alive. You turn the television off, hop out of bed, and rush over to the living room, where you're greeted with the sight of Frisk standing by the entrance and looking around, their own set of keys balanced on their finger as they take in their surroundings. They continue to look this way and that, observing the changes you've made to the house since they were gone. 

They meet with your eyes and freeze up, taking a small, precautionary step forward. "I… I missed you," they mutter, voice soft and quiet, a large difference from when they announced they were back home. They fiddle with their hands and face at the floor, casting a guilty look at the worn welcome mat as they say, "I'm sorry for… for disappearing like that. But I promise I-"

Before they can finish speaking, you've already made it to their side. Your arms wrap around them and you bring them in for a strong and lasting embrace, tucking their head against your chest, squeezing them tight, and allowing them to listen to your heart beat. "Oh, sweetheart, forget all that," you reply, stroking their hair and kissing their forehead. "I… I missed you, too." You hold them tight and let some of your worries out through another squeeze. It feels almost bizarre having them in your arms again, but it feels right all the same. Every puzzle seems to fall right into place, and the only thing in your mind right now's their well-being. "H- How are you, by the way?" you ask, breaking the hug apart. "Are you hungry? ...Sleepy? And who brought you here? Did they treat you well?"

"I'm okay," they reply, giggling. "Miss Toriel made me some food before we left, and I'm way too pumped to even think about sleeping!"

"And where is Miss Toriel?"

"She left right after we got here. She said she didn't want to bother you now that I'm back, and that you could meet up with her some other time!"

You hug them yet again, still too stricken to let go of them. "I'm… I'm so glad you're back home, dear," you whisper, holding them close as you mutter more sentences with similar sentiments to the previous one. You still can't shake off your shock nor can you believe this is real. The rational part of your brain insists it's no time to be emotional and that you need answers stat, though the emotional part demands you pour all your attention onto the moment and appreciate Frisk's return. You'd cried countless hours, days, nights, and weeks. And all of that pent up regret, confusion, and relief begins to be let out through whispered words, strong hugs, and gentle caresses. "I… I thought you were gone for good, dear, an- and that you left because you hated me." You hiccup at that last statement and hold them tighter, fearing another disappearance. "I'm sorry if I ever made you feel bad about me being your (mother/father). And… And I'm sorry for anything I might've done to upset you. I- I'll try to be a better parent for you from now on, and you can tell me over where I can improve. Alright?"

Frisk breaks the hug apart and faces up at you with a frown. "What are you saying? I don't hate you, (mom/dad)!" they reply, gaze furrowed and eyes wide. "I… I was thinking about something else that day. B- But it has nothing to do with you. I promise!"

"Then why did you disappear?" you ask, placing a hand over their shoulder and maintaining your frown. "Why did you run away? ...And just what do you mean by that? What were you thinking about before you disappeared?"

Looking caught, they face the floor and fiddle with their hands again. "...Can we talk about that later? I think I'm feeling sleepy now."

Your glare finally shows through, the rational part of you taking over now. "Don't you dare change the subject, Frisk (L/N). What did you mean by that? What happened before you disappeared?"

"Please, (mom/dad)! I can tell you later," they whine, tears welling up in their eyes. "I- I don't wanna talk about that right now. I miss you. And I… I really wanna be with you right now. I really miss my home, I miss studying with you, and I... I miss going out on weekends with you, too."

You straighten your posture, cross your arms tight, and frown, still unconvinced. "Can you promise me you'll tell me first thing tomorrow, after we catch up today?"

Slowly, they nod. "I promise."

"Pinky promise?"

Frisk smiles bright and wide at your suggestion and at the gesture you make, pinky finger offered out to them. They interlock theirs with yours and let go when you both nod, sealing the deal. "I promise. Could we go watch a movie now?"

"Didn't you say you were sleepy?"

"I sleep better with the TV on!"

"Yeah, right." Despite yourself, you giggle and smile at them. Then, you place a hand on their head and mess up their hair, poking your tongue out when they glare at you. "Let's go, then. Just... Remember me to call my boss so I can take the day off today and go to work a bit later tomorrow."

"...Can you really do that? I thought you could get fired for that!"

"Probably not." You laugh. "But you're my main and only priority right now. And I can just try to find another job after all this's over with."

You offer your hand out to them and lead the way back to your bedroom when they take it. Your heart's still racing and you've yet to acknowledge the fact they're finally back with you, though your happiness continues to persist through it all; they're here and that's all that matters right now. Worry would come in later.

"Why did you move the TV to the bedroom, though?" they ask, halfway through your destination.

You squeeze their hand and stare down at them, managing a guilty and meek smile. "I, uh, might've... borrowed your dad's Netflicks password, and tried watching some movies since you went missing. I could barely sleep at night, so I just tried distracting myself by finding something new to watch." You let go, finally reaching the door of your bedroom. "I also made sure to tidy up your bedroom once a week, just in case you ever came back, so it's all nice and clean if you want to go there later," you say, smiling. "But... I'm guessing you'd want to be with me for awhile now?"

They nod, not an ounce of reluctance present in their actions. "Definitely!" They flinch back and giggle when you kiss their cheek as a response, "Can I, really?"

"As long as you fulfill your promise, then yes. You can stay in my bedroom for as long as you want, dear."

"But didn't you say I was a big kid just last year?"

"Yes, but I…" You chew on your lip and blink back tears, their return finally dawning on you. "I missed you too much to care about that right now."

You turn on the television and access Netflicks, putting on a movie and climbing into bed. They do the same and rest their head against your lap, cuddling against you. You both stay that way for the entirety of the movie, with them close and with your hand on their head, stroking their hair until they fall asleep halfway in.

When you're sure they're out like a light, you allow yourself to cry again; tears continue to go down the more time you spend with Frisk close to your side.

They were back.

Your prayers had been answered, and now you wouldn't have to lay awake at night, feeling guilty and mourning over their loss for hours on end.

Hopefully, Child Protective Services and Frisk's school would go easier on you now; despite what you said about not minding if they were taken away after their return, you do care. Now that they're back in your arms, you can't imagine not having the right to visit them again; a world without them. At that thought, sorrow overflows your mind and you find yourself crying quietly during what's left of another movie, uncontrolled yet quiet as you try not to wake or worry Frisk over your state. You needed to be strong for their sake and for your own as well, if the time to part ways from them ever became a reality.

That's the last thing you think of as you close your eyes, exhaustion finally taking your body for itself. Faint murmurs of an ongoing movie are the last things you hear and the sight of Frisk sleeping peacefully on your lap is the last thing you see. It all feels right, yet not; cherishing these final moments is the only thing you can do for now.

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[noaltbruh]

BUCCI GANG AND HOW THEY WOULD PLAY UNDERTALE

Since I got my friend into the UT fandom, and the brainrot for this game is slowly coming back, I've figured that I'd fuse my favourite franchises and make this post, enjoy!

GIORNO:

-This may surprise you, but Giorno would almost do a Blind Pacifist run

-While at first, he was planning on taking out whoever got in his way, he changed his mind in the moment he saw Toriel

-After she taught him how to resolve the various conflicts peacefully, he decided not to fight, but to show MERCY to every monster

-He finds the multiplicity of choices a very interesting mechanism, especially since he's not much of a gamer, and he's pleasantly surprised to see such an innovative game

-While most of the times he would completely avoid the FIGHT button, if a monster got on his nerves a little too much, he may attack it until it doesn't want to fight anymore

-He takes the time to interact with everything and everyone, he wants to enjoy the game at its fullest

-He was so freaking lucky to meet Gaster on his first run

-Actually brought the piece of snowman with him

-He's part of the "Chara defense squad", and finds them strangely...relatable

-He was just about to do a full Pacifist route, but he couldn't bring himself to SPARE Flowey, and killed him

-"I won't let you hurt her"

-Ultimately, he regretted it, and reset his save file

-After doing a TRUE Pacifist, he left the game, leaving the monsters alone and giving them an happy ending

-Only knows about the Genocide through gameplays

-Favourite character: Toriel, but also likes Chara quite a lot

-Favourite OST: Memories, followed by home, Undertale, Megalo strikes back and Star (he doesn't care if they actually don't play in the game)

-What SOUL would he have: DETERMINATION

BRUNO:

-My man wouldn't hurt a fly if he had the chance to, off to the Pacifist route he goes

-Similar to Giorno, he finds Toriel a very comforting character, but he feels bad for pretty much every monster he meets. He thinks it's unfair for them to be forced to stay in the UNDERGROUND, and wants to find a way to destroy the barrier at any cost

-He's never played a videogame before, but he gets the hand of it quite quickly, even though he still ends up dying a couple of times.

-He would also be the kind of player to interact with EVERYTHING, paying close attention to whatever the passing monster has to say

-Sometimes, he likes to take a break, lay down and listen to the OST of the place he's exploring

-The most challenging enemies for him were Undyne and Asgore. It took him a while to realize that the only way to spare her was to run away, and he just really didn't want to hurt Goat papa

-He lets the bird carrying him to the other side, even if he doesn't actually need to move around. He just wants the little guy to feel appreciated

-Veeeery reluctantly, he decided to SPARE Flowey, it would have been a waste to kill somebody now, after everything that he had done so far

-He almost cried at the Pacifist ending

-He refuses to even acknowledge what happened in the Genocide route

-Favourite characters: Toriel and Asgore

-Favourite OST: Fallen down, but he also likes Heartache, Home and Waterfall

-What SOUL would he have: KINDNESS

MISTA:

-Mista's first run would be a Neutral. It's not that he enjoys killing the monsters, he's mostly just too lazy to think of a way to spare them

-If it's obvious, however, he'll just casually show the enemy MERCY, there's no need to take out absolutely everyone

-The only one who he genuinely looked for a way to spare was Papyrus. Honestly, he couldn't bring himself to just hurt him 'cause he had the chance to. Besides...He was afraid of what Sans would have done

-Speaking of him, he finds his jokes HILARIOUS, and he will use them in real life conversations if he gets the chance to

-He basically wasted all his money fighting Undyne

-He didn't buy the spider donut in the RUINS, and was forced to farm gold for 3 entire freaking days and buy one directly from Muffet

-After finishing the neutral route, he decided to go back and try the others. His next route was a Genocide

-He was about to shoot his computer AND himself while fighting Sans, but he eventually managed to beat him. Of course, after swearing at 3 A. M., drinking 10 cans of Sprite, listening to Megalovania on loop and threatening to throw Narancia out of the window because he interrupted him while he was playing

-His favourite moment during the Pacifist was cooking with Undyne

-He immediately questioned his life choices when he finished the route and saw Chara taking over Frisk's body. Closed the game and never opened it again

-Favourite characters: Papyrus, Sans and Undyne. He refuses to choose an absolute favorite

-Favourite OSTs: Megalovania and Song that might play when you fight Sans. He also likes Bonetroulse and Spear of justice

-What SOUL would he have: BRAVERY

NARANCIA:

-Narancia playing this game would be a total mess. Ironic, considering he's the one in the gang that likes video games the most

-Despite Toriel's guidance, at first, he would FIGHT every monster that got in his way, following the simple "It's an rpg, the more I kill, the better it is" logic

-When he saw the "but nobody came" screen, however, he freaked the hell out and immediately reset

-After that mini heart attack, he went on a full Pacifist route. However, sometimes, he would snap and accidentally kill a monster. He lost count of how many times he had to reload the file

-He also really likes Toriel (she's just very popular among the Bucci gang). The reason for it...Is not a very happy one, like in Giorno's case

-He genuinely tried to stay with her, he didn't want to leave Goat mom

-He's the one who gets emotionally invested in the game the most, he even forgets it's a game at times and just erase the surrounding world from his head

-He LOVES to voice the characters while he plays, it makes the story feel way more alive for him. He makes a very good Papyrus impression

-Speaking of which, his favourite parts of the game were the interactions between Sans and Papyrus.

-He lost his s**t when he arrived at the Temmie village. He stayed there FOR HOURS farming money. Heck, he even bought the Temmie armor

-He refused to open the game for two days after Flowey stole the SOULS

-He wanted to ask someone to play the TRUE lab with him, but he refused to admit that he was scared

-While he's not the kind of player who stops by to read every dialogue, he makes an exception for Snowdin. He really likes that area of the game!

-While he would never admit it, he cried three times during the Pacifist route. The first time when he left Toriel, the second when he heard Chara and Asriel's story, and the third when he finished it

-His favourite fight in the game is the one against Asriel. He kept on repeating the "Don't you have anything better to do" dialogue for 20 minutes, before giving up to the idea that there was really no way to save him

-After giving the monster an happy ending, he was overwhelmed by his own curiosity, and decided to try the Genocide route...Boy did it go wrong

-You thought he cried a lot during the Pacifist? He became a freaking fountain during the Genocide. Every single time he killed a Boss, he cried, with no exception

-He spent days trying to defeat Sans, until he was given the option to SPARE him, and so he did

-...The others could hear him yelling from the other floor after what happened next

-He got tired of Sans' bulls**ts, reset and did a Pacifist again

-He watched a gameplay to know what happened in the Genocide ending. Chara's jumpscare still haunts him

-Narancia gets really involved in the stuff made by the fandom, especially fan made songs and comics

-He listens to "To the bone" religiously, it's part of his routine

-He tried and failed to figure out how AUs work

-Favourite character: Papyrus, followed by Toriel and Asriel. He used to like Sans a lot too...But now he gets Vietnam flashbacks every time he thinks about him

-Favourite OSTs: Bonetroulse, Hopes and dreams and Snowdin. He can't choose between them

-What SOUL would he have: INTEGRITY

FUGO:

-Fugo would categorically refuse to reset on his first run. What it's done, it's done, and he has to take responsibilities for his choices

-He would do a Neutral, killing whoever he encounters, but without specifically looking for the monsters just so that he can kill them

-That doesn't mean, however, that he dislikes to play with the timeline. It's quite the opposite, to be honest

-Fugo enjoys messing around with the save files A LITTLE too much, dude basically became an hacker playing this game

-In his attempt to make a Pacifist run, he fu**ed up and accidentally got the Hacker ending

-"...THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID I WANTED EVERY ENDING"

-He toned it down a little after that, but he still managed to modify the FUN value enough to meet Gaster and his followers

-He's also the only one who unlocked Sans' room. He doesn't trust him, but he finds him an interesting character

-Neither the Pacifist or Genocide endings particularly picked his interest, even though he did punch the walls a couple of times fighting Sans

-He likes to try the different Neutral endings, he doesn't do all of them, just the ones he thinks that would affect the monsters the most

-The only character he got attached to emotionally was Alphys, he can see himself a lot in her

-He's very interested in the various theories that surround this game, and he's waiting for Deltarune to come out, he just wants to know more about Gaster

-Favourite character: Alphys, but Gaster is a close second

-Favourite OST: Darker, darker, yet darker, followed by Here we are, Waterfall and Premonition

What SOUL would he have: faded BRAVERY

ABBACCHIO:

-MERCY? Is that a food? Yeah uhm...No, that doesn't exist with Abbacchio, nothing but Genocide for him

-It's already a surprise someone convinced him to play this game. He'll play in his own way, and that means killing literally everyone, not simply the ones he encounters, but even looking for them just to earn more Exp

-He was...Weirdly satisfied when he saw the "But nobody came" screen, and he was lucky enough to find every monster almost immediately

-He hadn't found a single character that he liked until he reached Undyne. Her sense of justice reminded him of his old self, which wasn't exactly pleasant at first, but at least he felt something

-He was finally happy to see a monster actually trying to stop what he was doing, and killing her was the only thing in the game that made him slightly sad

-He's still offended for not having the chance to kill monster kid, he couldn't stand that child

-He skipped through pretty much every dialogue in the game, not that there are many people to interact with during the Genocide...

-He'd eat a piece of the snowman right in front of him just to spite him, then take the rest and leave

-He didn't care about whatever Flowey was trying to tell him about his past. That's also because without knowing he's Asriel, most of what he says doesn't really make sense

-In the moment Sans dodged his attack, he realized that he had screwed up REALLY bad. After dying against him a couple of times, he considered resetting, but he wouldn't have let "the lazy skelefu**" have it his way

-He let out a huge "YES" and a sigh of relief when he finally managed to hit him, it took him around a week

-However, little did he know, that the worst still had to come. When he noticed that he wasn't the one who had just killed Asgore and Flowey, he freaked out a little, and Chara staring directly at him made him feel a small shiver down his spine

-Still, he decided to decline their offer to destroy everything, not because he regretted what he had done, he just wanted his revenge on the child for scaring him

-He closed the game after the jumpscare, and never questioned what the hell he had been through

-Favourite character: Undyne

-Favourite OSTs: But nobody came and Battle against a true hero, he also likes The fallen child

-What SOUL would he have: very very faded JUSTICE

TRISH:

-Trish got into this game just because of its music, she kept on hearing it everywhere and wanted to understand where it came from

-She was kinda scared at first, videogames aren't exactly her forte, and her encounter with Flowey didn't help

-She slowly got used to the dynamics of the game, even though she died at least three times in every area, exept for the RUINS. (She only got a game over two times there)

-She doesn't have the heart to hurt anybody, she thinks the monsters (well...Most of them, at least) are adorable! Shyren is her favourite minor enemy, and when she saw the "Taking piano lessons again" text, her heart melted a little

-She refused to take off the faded ribbon until she found she tutu, but she never sold either of them

-She loves flirting with literally ANYONE. You can? Well then...You must!

-Her favourite area is Hotland, including the Core too. She loves the whole "artificial" theme of the place, and she had a lot of fun reading Alphys's posts!

-She would pretend to be an actual part of Mettaton's programmes, but only when she was 100% sure nobody could hear her

-Needless to say, the boss fight against him was one of the funniest parts of the story for her

-Another thing she absolutely adored were the dates with Papyrus and Alphys, especially the latter. After everything that had happened, it was a nice opportunity to relax for a bit

-Similar to Narancia, Trish gets really involved emotionally in playing the game, and she had to take a little break from it before facing Asgore

-The ending genuinely made her cry, but it was the only time she shed a tear through it

-She doesn't care about trying the Genocide, she's worked hard to give the monsters an happy ending, and she wasn't going to throw it away

-She's in love with the Undertale Musical by Man on the Internet, she knows pretty much every song by memory

-Favourite character: Mettaton, but she honestly really likes all of them

-Favourite OST: Death by glamour, followed by Metal crusher, Power of NEO, and Another medium

-What SOUL would she have: INTEGRITY

Yes, I know that Narancia's part is longer, but it's just so funny to write about this baby, bear with me please 😌

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[hello-robin-goodfellow]

Fictional Character Ask: Esmeralda

TAGGED BY: @princesssarisa​

Favorite thing about them: Esmeralda is a energetic and free spirited bohemian, who loves singing and dancing in the streets illuminated by the sun and can teach calculus and writing to his pet goat Djali. She also shows compassion to Gringoire and Quasímodo, marrying the first to save him from hanging and giving water to the second after he has been whiped for trying to kidnapp her under Frollo’s orders. And speaking of Frollo, the fact that she constanly  stands up to this villain every time that he tries to assault her is simply badass.

Least favorite thing about them: Oh my god, she has so much potential, and yet she wastes all of it in her belief that Phoebus loves her. That asshole Captain of the Guard gives all the signs that he doesn’t care for Esmeralda at all, and yet she mistreats Quasímodo because Phoebus isn’t with him, and when her mother Gudule tries to hide her, she ruins their chance to escape by screaming Phoebus name, calling the atention of the guards who them kill her mother and take her to hanging. Esme, dear, you apeared so much more inteligent in the beggining of the book, but them you disapointed me with your stuborness and lack of self-preservation for the love of a guy who doesn’t deserve it.

Also, the fact that in the book she is not actually romani, but instead a white girl who was stolen by the romani as a baby, is just racist bullshit.

Favorite line: In the book Esmeralda sings two songs, one in spanish and other in french.

In Chapter III: Kisses for Blows, she sings a spanish song about a founded treasure:

Un cofre de gran riqueza 

Hallaron dentro un pilar, 

Dentro del, nuevas banderas

Con figuras de espantar.

Alarabes de cavallo 

Sin poderse menear, 

Con espadas, y los cuellos, 

Ballestas de buen echar,

And in Chapter VII: A Bridal Night, she sings a french song saying that her parents are birds, a metaphour to the fact that she doesn’t know where she was born and who are her parents:

Mon père est oiseau, 

Ma mère est oiselle. 

Je passe l’eau sans nacelle, 

Je passe l’eau sans bateau, 

Ma mère est oiselle, 

Mon père est oiseau.

Also, from Chapter VII: A Bridal Night, her definitions of friendship and love (that would appear in the 1939 movie adaptation) are very beautifull: 

It is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.  

Oh love! That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.  

brOTP: With her pet coat Djali, Clopin Trouillefou and Pierre Gringoire.

OTP: In the book, the 1956 film adaptation, the Parīzes Dievmātes Katedrāle latvian opera and the Notre Dame de Paris french rock-opera: With health and safety and with Quasimodo.

In the 1939, 1982 and 1997 film adaptations: With Pierre Gringoire.

In the 1923 Silent Movie, the 1996 Disney Animated Movie and its subsequent Theater Musical Adaptation: With Phoebus.

nOTP: With Frollo.

Random headcanon:  In the 1997 Parīzes Dievmātes Katedrāle latvian opera, we see the scene in wich Quasimodo’s mom gives birth to him and she says is afrayed of being rejected by her husband, to whom she simply refers as “my duke”, for giving birth to a deformed son. So her friends decide to exchange baby Quasimodo for the already newborn Esmeralda (them called Agnes by her birth mother Gudule). In novel and the 1956 Movie Adaptation, inside the comunity of Court of Miracles, the character who uses the title of “duke of Egypt and Bohemia” is Mathias Hungadi Spicali, the leader of the romani. So my headcanon is that Esmeralda was raised by Mathias Hungadi Spicali and his late wife as their adoptive daughter. While her adoptive mother was very close to her, Mathias was more distant due to frustration for having a daughter instead of a sun. But when Clopin leads the attack against the chatedral to save Esmeralda from being tacking out and hanged, Mathias participated in it with determination, because deep down he loved his daughter despite not showing it very often.

Unpopular Opinion:  I like Esmeralda better in movie and theater adaptations, where she usually is a bit less naive and evolves to get over her passion for Phoebus and her fear of Quasimodo’s apearance, and the subplot that says she was secretly a white girl is cut off entirely. In the book, i feel frustratred and annoyed with her.

Song I associate with them: 

The medieval spanish songs Si la Noche Haze Escura, Allá se me ponga el Sol and Dime Ramo Verde,  that i usually imagine as songs that she would sing while sad in prison:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RNVqPJO_Ekw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFkFeR8g2wE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0G3jA0uLdDU

From the 1996 Disney Animated Movie and its subsequent Theater Musical Adaptation:

Rhythm of the Tambourine:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jIES75RJtqg

God Help the Outcasts (just an iconic classic):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JE5MahcaYow

Esmeralda:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JpLYvyzFY2E

Someday:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BhVxgMV6dNo

From the Parīzes Dievmātes Katedrāle latvian opera:

 Kvazimodo dziedājums, an Aria in wich Quasimodo gives Esmeralda’s name to one of the chatedrals bells after she gaved him water:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hFvA_oU_wtw

From the Notre Dame de Paris french rock-opera: 

Bohémienne/Zingara:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNCylkiJoZ8&list=OLAK5uy_mzJLYtPM7Gu8Bm9p0zZ7MSDW3ANmciaHA&index=6&t=0s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fjQjVtRJEY&list=PLvnRgeTgxudUXdY9SNzLLHXDdGHsR3NVd&index=5&t=0s

Esmeralda tu sais/Esmeralda lo sai:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1LK86FAwheQ&list=OLAK5uy_mzJLYtPM7Gu8Bm9p0zZ7MSDW3ANmciaHA&index=6

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JfAifVXsm4&list=PLvnRgeTgxudUXdY9SNzLLHXDdGHsR3NVd&index=5

Belle/Bella:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5TfBCI8Y1F4&list=OLAK5uy_mzJLYtPM7Gu8Bm9p0zZ7MSDW3ANmciaHA&index=20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6qSxPrNMj8&list=PLvnRgeTgxudUXdY9SNzLLHXDdGHsR3NVd&index=18

Ave Maria paien/Ave Maria pagana:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRZ5bTIWm-k&list=OLAK5uy_mzJLYtPM7Gu8Bm9p0zZ7MSDW3ANmciaHA&index=22

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNj2BRRW3-M&list=PLvnRgeTgxudUXdY9SNzLLHXDdGHsR3NVd&index=20

Favorite picture of them:

These two book covers of the Mahiette editions:

These two Rowland Wheelwright illustrations, portrayng when she dances during the 06th of January festivities and when she gives water to a wounded Quasimodo:

This awesomely beautifull fanart by alicexz portraying the God Help the Outcasts scene from the 1996 Disney Animated Movie:

Salma Hayek with a lofty look in the 1997 Movie Adaptation:

Dita Kalnina in the 1997 Parīzes Dievmātes Katedrāle latvian opera (composed by Zigmars Liepiņš), depicted singing alongside Djali:

Diana Savelyeva from a russian production of the Notre Dame de Paris french rock-opera, to this day the only actual romani actress to be cast as Esmeralda:

Argentinian born italian singer and actress Lola Ponce from the original cast of italian production for the Notre Dame de Paris french rock-opera, singing the Pagan Ave Maria number:

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[authorstale]

So to start off today, I'll give you guys a little info about how this AU works!

AuthorsTale

Everyone is a writer, and when fought, their story characters come alive to protect them.

Characters

Sans: Sans writes Science Fiction stories full of puns. A lot of his stories are either really sad, or really funny. There's no in between. 

Frisk: They try writing a bit of everything with everyone, but they really like Adventure Fantasy

Papyrus: Papyrus writes children's books! Though, some of them don't really seem like they are. For example, his book teaching children how to build advanced puzzles. Although, "Skelebones Makes Spaghetti" seems to be popular with the younger crowd right now...

Toriel: What would the goat mom who loves to bake and teach write? Cookbooks, of course! She used to write Fantasy as well, however, she just can't seem to bring herself to write it anymore...

Asgore: Although he wrote Fantasy in the past, Asgore is more content with his Gardening and Tea Making books as of right now.

Undyne: Of course, as a member of the royal guard and someone who loves training, Undyne likes writing both workout manuals and Action stories!

Alphys: Alphys. Sweet Alphys. The Alphys who writes fanfiction about her friends and not so secret crush. I think it's pretty obvious she writes fanfiction and manga. On the bright side, it makes her an excellent drawer.

Mettaton: Obviously the fabulous Mettaton lives for Drama and Romance! And even better, since he is a star, he gets to perform his scripts for the world to see! Most of the Scripts he writes ends up with people kissing and dying, though.

Napstablook: Poetry. Lots, and lots, of poetry.

Asriel/Flowey: Fantasy! Didn't you know? The great Asriel is great at writing Fantasy, especially about the God of Hyperdeath! Flowey, on the other hand, is a huge fan of Horror. After all, Horror can give you the best monsters.

Chara: They didn't use to like writing, but Asriel introduced them to Adventure Fantasy, and they haven't thought about anything else since.

Grillby: Two words: Slowburn. Romance. Need I say more?

Muffet: Cooking! With spiders. Also really, really good finance advice books. 

#undertale #undertale alternate universe #undertale au #authorstale

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Hello Internet, welcome to GAME THEORY, where instead of putting a joke here I want to ask you a question. It's time to talk UNDERTALE.

Now I don't think I've ever gotten this many requests to cover a theory, (no requests times no requests is still no requests.) Anyway, across my tumblr dashboard, NO ONE has asked for this. And honestly, I'm disappointed. True loyal theorists will know that Undertale is my favorite game of all time.

Undertale is a game where every character, from goat mom to grind fodder has a sympathetic design and a unique personality, motivations, goals, fears. Whether you're saving or slaughtering them, the game makes you feel something every time you enter an encounter. But to me, one character stood out amongst all the rest. SANS. A skeleton named after the font, Comic Sans. ANYWAYS, Sans is, well, there's a lot of mystery around this guy. And before we get into it, let me put up a very special spoiler warning: UNDERTALE is a game best experienced blind. So if you haven't played it, pause your reading of this and come back after you've finished. I PROMISE YOU, I PROMISE you won't regret it. Alright, so everyone out of the pool and ready for the adult swim? Good. Because I'm feeling pretty determined to get to the bottom of Sans' mystery. So just to recap for those of you who haven't played the game and ignored the SPOILER WARNING, or just need a refresher, Sans is one of the two skeletal brothers who appears in the game. His partner is Papyrus, a loud, goofy trap lover also named after a font. But in the world of Undertale their origins are a big question mark. All you really know is what's given to us by a shopkeeper in Snowdin, who explains that Sans and Papyrus, quote, “just showed up one day and asserted themselves.” Weird, right? What's more is that, well, Papyrus is just kinda the goofy sidekick. Sans is much more complex.

He likes fart jokes, but he's also incredibly powerful and deadly serious. Not only is his boss battle the hardest in the game, he's one of the only characters who has knowledge and power over space and time. He can take shortcuts around the world through ridiculous routes. Even is walking through walls. He also acknowledges that he's only one of infinite versions of himself, making self-aware commentary of the various timelines that you've played through in the game. He can even count the number of times he's killed you. He acts like an arbiter of this world, passing out judgements on the player's actions in the game, even explaining the secrets of EXP and LOVE, or EXECUTION POINTS and LEVELS OF VIOLENCE, just to clarify. In short, he just doesn't quite fit in with the rest of the world of monsters. But then, what, or who, is he? Well, the idea that he doesn't belong in the underworld seems to be correct.

The evidence seems to point to the fact that he WAS, in fact, formerly a surface dweller. In the true pacifist ending of the game, as the group looks out onto the horizon, Papyrus asks Sans about the giant ball in the sky. Sans says, quote, “we call that the sun.” This is important because A, the usage of the word WE, and knowledge of the sun shows that Sans has a kinship or knowledge with other humans, and B, that despite he and Papyrus both being skeletons, or, supposedly, brothers, and apparently appeared in underworld at the same time, they CLEARLY have two very different histories. Why would Papyrus not know the name of the sun but Sans would?

We get further clues to Sans' origins as we hear him say multiple times he wants to "go home" or "go back." He says as much during his dinner date scene at the Mettaton hotel. He notices that the player wants to go home and says, quote, "I know the feeling." He then continues, "maybe sometimes it's better to take what's given to you." As though he ended up in the underworld by accident. AND in a genocide run during his boss fight he says, quote, "look, I gave up trying to go back a long time ago." End quote. And before you say he means going back to the surface world, that's clearly not the full story. His very next line of dialogue is, "and getting to the surface doesn't really appeal anymore either." Key word here is “EITHER.” Yes, he seems to hail from the surface and wants to go back, but based on his dialogue he no longer considers it his home. It's as though the surface world he once knew is gone, as though he's from a different time. It's pretty intriguing. So we're left with a being that appeared out of nowhere, presumably from being from the human surface, but from a different time period, who seemingly has the power to teleport. That's a lot of questions and not a lot of answers.

But here's where things get REALLY interesting. Sans has a hidden workshop that takes a fair amount of searching to find. You could say it takes a lot of DETERMINATION to unlock. Anyways, obligatory determination references aside, as you start to look for this easter egg Sans gives you a key to his room and says "it's time you learn the truth." After some searching you find the workshop which contains items that leave even more questions. A photo album featuring Sans and a bunch of smiling people you don't recognize, a badge, blueprints with illegible handwriting, and a broken machine hidden behind a curtain. In the latest update, one more detail was added. A hand-drawn picture of 3 smiling faces with the words “don't forget.”

So, what does it all mean? Well a lot of Undertale theorists have been linking these details to a feature to a character named W.D Gaster. A ghostly character who never truly appears in the game. Honestly, covering him is a theory all unto itself, and probably one best saved for another day. Even still, none of the Gaster theories I've seen have been able to explain all the details. In particular, the photo album, and the badge. And that's what kept nagging me as I researched Undertale. A badge? That one in particular really stuck out to me. Why would such an oddly specific item to be hidden in the huge easter egg of a room? Something that supposedly reveals the truth about Sans? Badges just aren't important in Undertale. Then it hit me. What if this badge isn't from Undertale? What if this badge is from a completely different series? And was, in fact, the most important badge in the history of gaming? One of the Iskall patreon badges.

Now, for those of you wondering what I'm talking about, the Iskall Patreon Badges are a pivotal item from Iskall’s patreon. You know, the one on Hermitcraft. Anyway, the Iskall Patreon Badges are a really important part of Iskall’s character. So I asked myself; what if the badge in Sans' drawer was ONE OF THOSE EXACT badges? Well first off, it made Undertale connected to my favorite youtuber, thereby making it even COOLER, but that's still a pretty big logical leap. I needed more. Let me tell you, as I started looking, more and more pieces started to fit into place.

In Hermitcraft Season 6, there are three Architechs. (This was before Stress joined in season 7.) These 3 were Iskall, Grian and MumboJumbo. And what does Sans happen to have in his other drawer? A photo album with pictures of Sans with people you don't recognize. Of course you don't know them, they're not characters present in Undertale. And note the word that's used here, PEOPLE you don't recognize. Not underworld monsters. So that's 2 items oddly linked to the Hermitcraft series.

But then, how do the blueprints and broken machine fit in? Well, in the final stretch of Hermitcraft, Iskall is the only one who hasn’t died since the Demise game, so he sells his own body to the highest bidder. Except, it comes with a cost. Everyone is poor. As a result, and with the help of ImpulseSV, the Architechs (minus Mumbo,) are forced to finally kill Iskall, ending his streak since the beginning of demise. I watched this episode in 2020 and I'm not ashamed to admit that when I first saw this scene, I cried. It's DEVASTATING.

Iskall says goodbye to his friends, his co-workers, this character you've grown to love and care about is suddenly promising to sacrifice his life. For all he knows, there is no possibility of him being able to come back after his Demise. It's this incredibly dark departure in the final moments of what was otherwise a fun, quirky, and colorful Season 6.

So what does all of this have to do with Undertale? A LOT, actually. But the first thing you need to know is that the hermits are known for their, let's say, unique written linguistic style.

That would explain the illegible handwriting on the blueprints. And the machine? I think a broken infinity portal is behind that curtain. Now that may seem like a stretch, but it actually explains a lot.

If Sans wound up in Undertale via whacky infinity portal hyjinx, it could provide a reason for why he's a skeleton. He used the machine as organic matter and suffered the consequences. Not killing him, but turning at least a part of him into a pile of bones. That could also explain why Sans has given up hope for going home. Remember the infinity portal is a time machine. By being in the underworld, he's not only in a different place, but based on how he talks, he's also in a different time, with no hope of travelling back to the time he came from. This could theoretically happen. It turned Scar into a wizard and completely disintegrated Welsknight, so the rules are… Flimsy at best.

But the crossovers between Hermitcraft and Undertale continue. In Grian’s episode, (EDIT IN TIMESTAMP) he mentions he’s amazed that Iskall only escaped his demise with a lost arm. He says Iskall had “a lot of determination to not die for real,” and that he’s going to continue to study this. Seems awfully similar to the same experiments happening in Undertale around the trait of determination, no? Especially since so much has shown that Sans was a key player in those experiments.

But I'm sure you also want physical evidence right? Well don't worry, because I have plenty. Take a look at Iskall and Sans side by side. Iskall’s left eye is replaced with a diamond loupe. Sans’ left eye glows blue when he’s mad. Both have extremely chill yet are known for their jokes and, dare I say, laugh.

In short, we have some incredibly strong proof that the Hermitcraft Cinematic Universe, (HCU) is somehow connected to the Undertale world, which brings us back to our initial question, WHO IS SANS?

Well, what if we took it one final step and said that Sans happened to be Iskall from Hermitcraft? Sent through the Infinity Portal at the end of season 6 to go to Season 7, carrying an Iskall Patreon Badge and his photo album. Not only do all the items in the workshop suddenly fit, but so does Sans’ behavior.

Remember, Sans can seemingly travel extremely quickly. And Iskall just happens to have an elytra, a device that allows people to travel hundreds of metres extremely quickly. This even explains why Sans bleeds when you finally hit him. He is, or at least, WAS, a human.

Oh and finally, Sans shares two out of five letters with the name Iskall. That's just a fun one. I thought it was worth mentioning.

But if there was any doubt, we have to look no further than the creator's previous work. Toby Fox, the man behind Undertale is actually DocM77, the creator of every hermit (besides Scar.) Now, if Toby Fox, the creator of Undertale, is also DocM77, creator of Iskall, we know they will most definitely share a universe. Which brings us back to Undertale. 2 faces, with “don't forget” written on it? It's Iskall, trying to remember his 2 friends. In short, Undertale is a continuation of Toby’s version of Hermitcraft Season 6, with Iskall never being able to get home, adopting the name Sans. The pieces all just seem to fit. Now all we need is an appearance from Ethoslab and we’ve got ourselves a true sequel.

But hey, that's just a theory. A GAME THEORY! THANKS FOR WATCHING!

#hcraft #hermitcraftheadcanons #iskall85 #iskall #TheScience! #posted 11.05.20 #long post #please note this is literally a copy paste of the actual script #with some changes #but yeah actual cred to Matt on this one

[feisty-fae]

If you still do the flower ask thingys.. 👉👈 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙜𝙤 :)

HoooH boY hEre we gO-

Alisons: Sexuality?

I sexually identify as a can of beans

Amaranth: Pronouns/Gender?

Cis female she/her

Amaryllis: Birthday?

27 September

Anemone: Favorite flower?

All flowers pretty,, but stargazer lily, rose, dahlia and cherry blossoms

Angelonia: Favorite t.v. show?

I don't watch tv but I'll list some other stuff i like to watch:mha, beastars and aggretsuko

Arum-Lily: What’s the farthest you’d go for a stranger?

Idk depends on scenario??

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes?

"Kanye West he likes, fingers in his ass."

Aubrieta: Favorite drink?

Any Milkshakes or smoothies (mostly banana and strawberry for milkshake and p much anything for smoothie)

Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

I've never had kith

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love?

Well you see yes but actually no

Baneberries: Favorite song?

I listen to a lot but to keep it short:baby in the kitchen, in my mouth and friends slowed (chase atlantic)

Basket of Gold: Describe your family.

We p chill fam

Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it?

Irl bestie,, shes not on tumblr lol

Begonia: Favorite color?

PinKKK

But i like most colours

Bellflower: Favorite animal?

Cats,,,,

FoxES,

ANYTHING CUDDLY AND CUTE

Bergenia: Are you a morning or night person?

Night

Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be?

I'd be like a doggo bc it would be the most fun i think-

Bloodroots: When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I wanted to be a vet but then when my granny asked me "but whos gonna clean up the animal poop?" I was like "eWW pO0pP!" and then decided that mayb i shouldn't be a vet

Bluemink: What are your thoughts on children?

They're either really kind and sweet

Or literal demons from hell

Legit no inbetween

Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why?

I'm afraid of lot of things-

Borage: Give a random fact about your childhood.

I was one dumbass bitcg-

Bugleherb: How would you spend your last day on Earth?

Idk eat pizza and cry or smth ajakamkw

Buttercup: Relationship Status?

Single

Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go?

NEW YORKKK, CONCRETE JUNGLE WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OFFF THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN'T DO NOW YOU'RE IN NEW YOOORKKK

Candytufts: When do you feel most loved?

When someone hugs me or just generally spends time with me

Canna: Do you have any tattoos?

Nop

Canterbury Bells: Do you have any piercings?

I used to have piercings when i was a bab but eHh haven't worn them since and i dont think my ear holes are big enough now-

California Poppy: Height?

4'10 grrr I'm the omega midget and I'll devour ur ankles

Cardinal Flower: Do you believe in ghosts?

Nop

Carnation: What are you currently wearing?

Pant, pink top and black hoodie

Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight?

I think i have??

Chives: Who was the last person you hugged?

My mom and my dad

Chrysanthemum: Who’s the last person you kissed?

I never kith

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font?

I dont have one so imma say sans bc it always looks out of place and makes me laugh-

Columbine: Are you tired?

No

I feel like screaming and jumping around my room like a crackhead

Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to?

Nothing in particular ig

Coneflower: Dream job?

Smth kinda fun and art or design related hopefully,,,,

Crane’s-Bill: Introvert or extrovert?

Introvert but i also get lonley easily

Crocus: Have you ever been in love?

Nop,,,,

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about?

I would get run over by 5 monster trucks, jump off a plane, get mauled by 10 bears, get trampled on by a stampede, get brutally tortured for 12 hours straight, yeet myself into the Grand Canyon and then break all my bones with my bare hands if they weren't broken already

Ok basically i care a lot

Cyclamen: Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? What was it?

I had this st bernard plush called Sparky and this lion named Sammy,,

Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign?

Libra

Dahlia: Have you done anything worth remembering?

My memory is legit so bad it's probably concerning uHHH

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment?

Mayb art??

Daylily: What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner(s)?

Ehhh i might reason with them and then if they still disagreed I'd just keep the relationship a secret

Dendrobium: Who is the last person that you said “I love you” to?

My parents

False Goat’s Beard: What is something you are good at?

Ehhh arT

Foxgloves: What’s something you’re bad at?

EhhHh everything that isn't art-

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month?

Oh boy here comes my shitty memory-

Hmmm

Idk but I'm mostly happy that I've been more social and stuff and i feel like im kinda coming out of my shell a bit

Not sure what to say for other 2 bc nothing in particular has really happend?

Garden Cosmos: How was your day today?

Ehhh oK??

Gardenia: Are you happy with where you’re at in your life?

Mayhapsn't

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two?

I hope to pass all my exams and get an okish job mayb

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life?

1.fRIENBS ILY MY HABIBIS

2. Fammm

3. eHhh yummy food,,

4. Drawing and uhhh art

5. EPIC MUTUALS

6. Ok idk what else aside from like serious stuff like house and etc.-

Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed?

Drawing, crying, venting to a friend/parent

Hellebore: How do you show affection?

Hugssss,kith,cuddle, *draws u stuff*

Hoary Stock: What are you proudest of?

MmmmmMy aRRt?

Hollyhock: Describe your ideal day.

Wake up

Don't go to school

Vibe with friends

Sleeb

Hyacinth: What do you like to do in your free time?

MmMmMM aRT-

Hydrangea: How long have you known your best friend? How did you meet them?

Ehh 8yrs? We met in hell school

Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything?

Friendos

Mom

Laceleaf: How many friends do you have?

6..?? Aa idk theres some people that idk if they'd consider me a friend or not,,

Lantanas: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?

Idk any compliment is best compliment for me,,

Larkspur: What do you think of yourself?

Ew yucky gröss

Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

m y a r t

Also my hair bc its soft and wavy,,

Leather Flower: What’s your least favorite thing about yourself?

Everything else-

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child?

Climb trees and do dumb shit

Lily: Who was your best friend when you were a kid?

Same irl bestie i mentioned before

Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for?

MmmmmmMMM,,,

Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about?

MMMmMMmMMMMmmmMMm,,,,,,

Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name?

Well I chose Fae bc i thought it sounded pretty

Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it.

Idk what to rlly say lmao

Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up?

Kinda the same but i had toys everywhere-

Also when i was like 5 i had this legit fucking cursed thomas the tank engine shaped bed that i actually found a pic of but it's FUCKING HORRIFYING SO I PROBS WONT SHOW HERE-

Mugworts: What was it like for you as a teenager? Did you enjoy your teenage years?

EW BEING A TEENAGER SUCKS ASS HOW DO I UNDO????

Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom.

Hi mom ily ur epic

Onions: Tell about your dad.

Hi dad ily ur epic

Orchid: Tell about your grandparents.

Omg i miss my grannies sm bc i couldn't see em this year bc nasty pandemic

Pansy: What was your most memorable birthday? What made it be so memorable?

Haha shit memory gor brrRR-

I don't really remember too many specific parties but when i was like 7-10 i had these epic parties in those birthday places with the giant play areas

I kinda wish i wasn't too old to go to them sobs

Peony: What was your first job?

I haven't had a job yet

Petunia: If you’re in a relationship, how did you meet your partner(s)? If you’re not in a relationship, how did you meet your crush/how do you hope to meet your future partner(s), if you want any?

Hmmmm idk? I haven't really thought abt that but i don't really mind i just wanna find someone to vibe with,,

Pincushion: How do you deal with pain?

I cri

Pink: Where is home?

Home is home home

Plantain Lilies: If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would stop/change?

Now where do i start...

Prairie Gentian: Who is someone you look up to? Describe them.

I look up to people that are kind, caring, brave, funny, cool or stronger than me ig?

Primrose: Describe your ideal life.

Basically my current life minus school, stress,pandemic and responsibilities lmao

Rhodendron: What is something you used to believe in as a child?

I used to believe in ghosts after i thought i encountered one

Ricinus: Who’s the most important in your life?

Hermmmst

Rose: What’s your favorite sound?

Peoples laughsss also music

Rosemallows: What’s your favorite memory?

Bro i dont have one,, my aphantasia makes it hard for me to remember stuff-

Sage: What’s your least favorite memory?

A

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want?

I wantttt better chargersss thattt donttt telll meee thatt myyy tablett will finishh chargingg innn 1 dayy andd 7 hoursss

St. John’s Wort: Is it easy or difficult for you to express how you feel about things?

Kinda difficult but im opening up more

Sunflower: What is something you don’t want to imagine life without?

fRIENDS,,,,,wAh

Sweet Pea: How much sleep did you get last night?

8 hrs

Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning?

Idk ig i kinda have to go to school and do stuff

Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job?

Non existant

Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing?

My black and white stripy top, and all my hoodiess

Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic.

I don't think i have just one aesthetic bc im drawn to so many different aesthetics at the same time-

Like vintage, neon, dark, spoopy, pastel, cute, etc etc

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you?

OMG I LEGIT JUST SCREAM AT ANYTHING ANYONE GIVES ME-

IF SOMEONE GOES OUT OF THEIR WAY TO MAKE ME SMTH I CRY,,

Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now?

🤏

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called?

I haven't been reading anythinggg

But i should really finish reading Percy Jackson bc it do be picking up dust-

Wolf’s Bane: Where do you want to be in life this time next year?

Everywhere

Yarrow: Do you know what vore is?

Mmm yummy 👅

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself.

I am currently living and breathing yes

[chemicalcindercat]

Frisk freed the monsters from the underground, completing a true-pacifist run. She was living happily on the surface with her monster family. Everything was perfect. Until it wasn't. When Frisk gets hit by a car on her way over to Sans house, everything changes. Not only does Frisk forget herself, her friends, and all of her adventures in the Underground, but something else has changed. Frisk glitches the Multiverse.

Chapter Summary: Frisk did not expect to have this many “best friends”.

Chapters (8/?): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Fandom: Undertale

Rating: T (For violence and hints of adult themes)

Relationships: Sans x Frisk, Underfell Sans x Frisk, Underswap Papyrus x Chara, Slight Underswap Sans x Frisk

Additional Tags: Amnesia, Lost memories, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, ...Have I mentioned there is Hurt/Comfort?, Hurt, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Goat Mom is best mom (Undertale), King Fluffy-Buns - Freeform, Sad Asgore (Undertale), Female Frisk (Undertale), Aged up Frisk (Undertale), Like duh she’s an adult i’m not a pedo, gross, Verbal Frisk, Frisk has a voice in her head, Sans is a depressed bean, Papyrus is so innocent, Frisk glitched the multiverse, oh whoops, spoiler alert, more tags will be added as we progress

"Well, Ms. Dreemurr, it would appear you have a mild case of Amnesia." The doctor said, flipping the pages on his clipboard. "You hit your head pretty hard when that car slammed into you. You're lucky it isn't worse." He looked at the worried couple standing in the corner of the room. "Her memories should be back by the end of the week. We'll keep her here for tonight, but tomorrow she can go home. She doesn't have any broken ribs, or really anything wrong except for the memory loss, which is practically unheard of for an incident like this. But anyways," The doctor turned back to the confused girl laying in the hospital bed. "If you need anything, just hit the buzzer on the bed next to you." And with that he left the room.

As soon as the doctor was gone, the couple turned to look at the girl. They were strange, the girl could tell. She couldn't remember anything past 10 minutes ago, when she woke up, but something told her that goats weren't usually able to walk, talk, and be, well, normal people.

"Um...Frisk, are you feeling well?" The woman asked, worried. The girl thought for a moment. Was she feeling fine? She honestly didn't know. How could you know if you were feeling fine, when you didn't know what fine was? She didn't know if fine for her was everything being perfect, or terrible. So instead of answering the question, she answered with a question of her own.

"'Frisk'? Is...Is that my name?"

The woman looked like she was about to break down in tears, so the man took over. "Yes, dear, that's your name. Frisk. Do you really not remember anything?" Frisk shook her head. "Well, uh...I-"

"She's your 'mom', Toriel, who you live with; He's your 'dad', Asgore, who you don't. They're divorced, you're adopted, and I'm Flowey, your 'best friend'." Frisk jumped. She had forgotten about the flower on the desk next to her that could talk.

"N-now, Asriel, that's no way to-"

"My name is Flowey." The flower corrected. Okay, Frisk was confused, to say the least. What in Asgore's name were they talking about? Before she could ask, the door slammed open, a blue fish-woman entering, with a yellow lizard-woman following behind nervously.

"Frisk!" Yelled the fish-girl, running over to the hospital bed. "We heard what happened! Are you okay? How are you feeling? Did you break anything? Because that would be cool and yet suck all at the same time. Did you finish Mew Mew: Kissy Cutie? Are you-"

"U-undyne, M-maybe we shouldn't b-bombard her with s-so many questions at o-once? Her head p-probably hurts." The lizard girl interrupted. Undyne looked at her, before looking back at Frisk.

"Oh my Asgore, I'm sorry! Are you okay? Does your head hurt? Are you-"

"Undyne, Frisk has amnesia." Toriel announced. Both Undyne and Alphys turned to look at her.

"What??" They said in unison.

"Y-you mean… Y-you don't remember us? You d-don't know who we a-are?" Alphys asked, walking over to Frisk. The human girl simply shook her head.

"I...I don't remember anything. And no, I don't know who you are. Who are you?" She asked.

"We're your anime pals!" Undyne said, putting her arm around Alphys' shoulder and grinning. Alphys blushed.

"E-every T-Tuesday you come over t-to our house and w-watch anime with us." Alphys explained. "T-this week, the newest season of M-Mew Mew: Kissy C-Cutie is airing, a-and we were going t-to watch it together. You r-really don't remember?"

Frisk looked down at her hands sadly. "No...I don't...I'm sorry."

Toriel came over and hugged Frisk. "It's okay, my child. There is no need to apologize. Do not blame yourself, child; There is nothing you can do. The doctor said by the end of the week, you'll remember, and I'm sure he is right. All we have to do is wait."

Frisk wasn't sure how she felt about this woman she couldn't remember hugging her, but she decided she kind of liked it. Besides, the lady seemed to need it more than Frisk did. Before Frisk could say anything, the lady stepped back, and the door slammed open again. At this point, Frisk was surprised it hadn't fallen off it's hinges. This time, there were two skeletons who entered the room. One was really tall, as tall as Undyne and Asgore, with a red scarf. He was also carrying what appeared to be a plate of home cooked spaghetti. The other one had a blue hoodie, and was shorter, maybe even shorter than Frisk. Once she thought about it, Frisk realized she didn't know how tall she was; She hadn't stood up yet. Would she even remember how to walk? She started panicking, wondering how she would remember to do normal, everyday stuff.

Calm down, Said a voice in her head. Quit panicking about everything.

Before Frisk could respond, the tall skeleton came over and set the plate down on the desk beside her.

"HERE YOU GO, HUMAN! THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS MADE YOU SOME YUMMY SPAGHETTI!! FEEL FREE TO EAT IT WHENEVER YOU FEEL LIKE IT, FOR IT WILL SURELY BE THE BEST! NYEH HEH HEH!" He yelled, and Frisk winced a little, not expecting it. She smiled softly at him, not knowing who he was.

I sure did have a lot of friends. She thought.

Yeah, no kidding. Said the voice in her head.

...I just wish I could remember them…

The smaller skeleton pushed past the bigger one, with a nervous grin on his face. "how ya feelin', kiddo?" He asked, his voice surprisingly deep compared to the other skeleton.

"Um...well...I-"

"NONSENSE, BROTHER. WHY ASK HOW SHE IS FEELING WHEN SHE'S IN THE HOSPITAL?" The tall skeleton interrupted. Frisk couldn't believe it. Were they really brothers? They were so different! The skeleton turned towards her. "BUT DON'T WORRY, HUMAN. I'M SURE MY SPAGHETTI WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER IN NO TIME!"

"yeah, kid, eat up. boneappetite." The shorter one said. The bigger one groaned.

"UGH, SANS, DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE PUNS RIGHT NOW? YOU MIGHT GIVE THE HUMAN A HEADACHE!"

"nah, look at her, paps. she likes it, you should know that by now, ya numbskull." Oh, so I like puns? That's good to know. Even as Frisk thought this, she could immediately tell it was true. When Sans (was that his name?) made a pun, she had struggled not to laugh.

"BROTHER!!" The taller skeleton protested. "WHETHER SHE LIKES IT OR NOT, A HOSPITAL IS HARDLY THE PLACE TO MAKE PUNS!" He yelled.

"geez, paps, who broke your funny bone?" The shorter one asked, winking at Frisk and stepping closer to her. Something inside of her pulled, and she could tell that he was really close to her. "so anyways, bucko, how're you feeling?" He asked softer, so that only she would hear.

"Well, I just-"

"Heya Papyrus, how're you doing?" Asked Undyne, throwing her arm around the taller skeleton's shoulder. "I know the situation isn't the best, with Frisk and all, but are you still up for some training today?"

"YOU BET, UNDYNE!" Papyrus said loudly. "AS LONG AS THE HUMAN IS ALRIGHT, THAT IS! THE GREAT PAPYRUS MUST BE THE BEST FRIEND EVER, AND A GOOD FRIEND WOULD TAKE CARE OF HER!"

"You're right, Papyrus, but I'm her best friend! Remember?" Undyne argued.

"SUUUUUURE, YOU CAN BELIEVE THAT IF YOU WANT, BUT IT'S WRONG!"

"Guys, I-" Frisk was interrupted by Flowey, suddenly defensive.

"Whatever, you idiots can pretend that she likes you better, but I'm obviously her BeSt FrIeNd!" Flowey claimed, in a demonic voice that sent a shiver down Frisk's spine. Suddenly everyone started talking all at once, Undyne and Papyrus still arguing over Frisk, Flowey hissing at everyone, Alphys nervously asking Asgore how he's been, Toriel joining in the conversation. All of the noise, and all of the new information was really giving Frisk a migraine. She sank deeper under her blanket, trying to block everything out.

Someone grabbed Frisk's hand, and she immediately jumped and yanked her hand back, to see Sans with a look of confusion and hurt. It quickly faded back into his normal smile.

"so, kid, what is it you've been trying to say this whole time?" He asked. Frisk gulped nervously as he leaned closer to her, and she leaned away from him a bit. Doesn't this guy know anything about personal space??

"I...Well, uh...Who are you, exactly?" Frisk asked.

Everyone immediately stopped talking and turned to Frisk.

The pupils in Sans' eyes disappeared, leaving two empty eye sockets, a look of pure shock. For a couple of moments, nobody dared to say anything.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, HUMAN?" Papyrus asked, being the first to break the silence. "'WHO ARE WE?' IT IS I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AND MY BROTHER SANS, YOUR-"

"frisk, what did the doctor say? what…wh...you...you really don't remember me? remember us? anything?" Sans asked, his pupils returning and studying Frisk closely.

All Frisk could do was shake her head.

"I… I have amnesia."

Before anyone could say anything, Sans was gone.

#update #fanfic #Amnesia #frans #amnesia frans #angst #and so THE PLOT THICKENS #heh #we’re just getting started >:) #mwahahaHAHAHAHA

[asknightmareanderror]

Last Judgement ||5||

Out Of Kindness

Should he have offered the kid more food? Probably not, knowing it wouldn’t help the rate his magic was at, yet eating seemed to be something Doomsday liked to do.

Perhaps out of stress? He didn’t know, but, after cracking a window out of pure shock when Papyrus kicked down the front door, Doomsday was little more than a half-formed puddle on the couch.

He stared at the tall skeleton, biting his tongues, unnerved by how loud he was. Unable to tear his eyes away, he watched as he yelled, steadily sinking further into his hood, melting more and more, until he was simply a puddle.

Soon, though, Papyrus stopped his shouting, noticing the black liquid on the couch, bemused by the sight.

“...that’s the kid, before y’ask.” Sans muttered “...’n I think you’re stressing him out a bit with all your shouting.”

“Oh! I’m sorry!” Somewhat instinctively, the tall skeleton scooped his hands underneath the puddle, immediately earning himself a loud yelp and a teleporting black mass.

“Bro...just leave him alone...”

“...alrighty!” He plopped himself onto the couch, gazing at the puddle on the floor, eyes wide, mesmerized.

“...kid?” Sans sighed, taking a seat as well, choosing to keep his eyes off of the kid, not wanting to stress him out any further. Though, to his surprise, an earthquake had not occurred.

Perhaps he wasn’t as stressed this time?

For a while, Doomsday did nothing, other than glitch and remain within his puddle, and it soon became apparent why.

A siren rang out.

It almost deafened Sans, figuring it was reasonably close by, his eyes glued to the kid. He took Papyrus by his arm, getting to his feet, grabbing a piece of the puddle, teleporting.

HIs feet hit the ground, on top of the mountain, immediately finding his gaze to be turned up to the sky, only to drop to the city below as the boulders poured down, pummelling into the skyscrapers, buildings, everything.

The noise itself reverberated throughout his skull, the ground quaking, sitting down. Yet, before he could do anything else, the world went black.

~

He sat upright, on the couch, sighing to himself as he shoved himself to his feet, biting the lower part of his mouth, teleporting once more. He grabbed the kid by his arm, away from the tree, dragging him into a teleportation, returning to his house.

“...y’really can’t control that...can you?” He pushed him back, forcing him to sit on the couch, but Doomsday didn’t respond. “Kid...that’s serious, alright? You...you can’t go around, having panic attacks...”

“...”

“...I don’t even know what to do...” He muttered, uncertain about what the kid was thinking. “...is there...anything y’like? Anything you know helps?” He still didn’t answer, causing Sans to sigh, exasperated. “...gotta admit...the humans got onto the sirens quick though...” He said to himself, rolling his eyes. “C’mon...” He lifted Doomsday into his arms, carrying him upstairs, into his room.

“...I...” He shuddered slightly, quivering.

“...s’just so you don’t get another fright from Paps, okay? I...really don’t wanna have to explain everything to Frisk...” He told him, sitting him down on his bed, grimacing. “...he’s just naturally loud but, trust me, he’s nothin’ but nice.”

“...I-I...i/t...” All Doomsday did was begin to melt though, glitching, as he began to sob.

“Hey...hey, bud...you’re fine...you’re not in trouble or anything...” He rested his hands on Doomsday’s shoulders, attempting to comfort him without startling him too much. “Y’can’t control it, I get that...” He tried to speak as softly as possible, needing him to calm down, feeling the house rock. “...we’re gonna find somethin’ to help you, alright? ‘N you’re gonna feel so much better...”

“I...I w/a/nt.../-///...” It didn’t seem to help much, nor did the loud bang from downstairs, signalling that Papyrus had burst into the home. Quietly cursing to himself, Sans knelt down in front of Doomsday, taking hold of his trembling hands.

“...you’re gonna be fine, okay? I promise...but you’ve gotta calm down.”

“...///...” His voice continued to drown in static, unintelligible.

 “Please? Then me and you can go get some...nice cream or somethin’?” He offered, pulling him into a hug, beginning to rub the back of his skull. “’N then you can try some of Paps’s pasta after...” He murmured “...but I don’t know if you’ll like that, heh...”

“.../-////...”

“...y’can have Grillby’s, if you don’t like it...” Doomsday quieted down “Heh...’course...” Sans chuckled, amused. “...y’really like him, don’t you?”

“...m...m/h//mm...” The quaking stopped, the house easing off.

“...man...” Cautiously, Sans shuffled back, smiling warily at the kid. “...you’re really a piece of work, huh?” He shrugged in response, fidgeting with his sleeves, not even looking at him. “...right, so...” He got to his feet “...can we try again? You meeting Paps?”

“I...I d/o/n’t...kn//o/w...”

“I’ll tell him to be quiet, alright? But you’re gonna have to if you’re staying here.” He explained to him “I’ll be back in a sec.”

“...” The kid’s eyes followed him out of his bedroom door, listening as he wandered down the stairs, hearing him speak to the taller skeleton. He yelled, of course, in reply, only to fall silent.

After a few minutes, Sans came back into his room, sitting down beside Doomsday, putting an arm around him, trying to keep him reasonably calm as his brother stepped in.

“...so, this is Doomsday...” He said to him, and Papyrus nodded, seemingly staying silent instead of saying anything, not wanting to scare the kid. “He’s...got some sensory problems, alright? So...can y’try to be quiet until he’s used to you? He doesn’t like loud noises...”

“...of course.” He twitched as his voice, yet he looked to be alright, even able to flash a nervous smile at the tall skeleton, unable to make eye contact though.

“D’you wanna get some nice cream?” Sans turned to him, grinning a bit, Doomsday nodded slowly. “We’ll bring you somethin’ back, bro.” Papyrus nodded, smiling happily as he left the room. “See? He ain’t that bad...he just gets excited about making new friends and can’t control how loud he is.”

“...h...h/e’s...n/ice...” Doomsday replied quietly, picking at the purple patch on the forearm of his right sleeve.

“Glad y’think so...” Sans got back up, holding out a hand. “Let’s go get that nice cream, alright? Y’did a good job calming yourself down.” Hesitantly, Doomsday took hold of his hand, jolting slightly when he teleported. “What flavour?”

“O-o/h...umm...” He shrugged again, unsure, walking behind Sans a little, letting his hand lead him.

“...y’look like a chocolate type o’ kid.” Sans smiled at him, tilting his head. “You ever had chocolate before?”

“...n...no?” He couldn’t recall anything called ‘chocolate’, curious about it though.

“Ah, welp...guess we’re gonna have to get you one and see how y’like it.” The way Sans spoke, however, definitely made him feel a lot better, enjoying how casual he was.

“W-welp?” He repeated back to him, slightly bemused by the word.

“...s’just a way of saying ‘well’.”

“Oh...”

“...m’gonna have to send you to school and stuff, huh?” Sans looked at him questioningly “Toriel would love that...’n she’s really nice...she’s probably better at calming you down than me.”

“...T...Tori...el?”

“Yeah...but y’can probably just call her ‘goat mom’ or somethin’...’n you’re gonna love her pies.” He chuckled “Better introduce you both sooner than later, huh?”

“...o-okay...”

“...right.” He stopped, grinning up at the nice cream guy. “Chocolate and vanilla, alright?”

“...sure.” He was handed two cones, holding one out to Doomsday.

“Here...” He glanced back at the nice cream guy “Ta...’n here’s your gold.”

“...” Without thinking, the kid’s tongues came from his mouth, revealling eight.

“I--...” Before Sans could say anything, the cone had disappeared. “...you...you’re gonna hurt yourself...”

“...what?”

“...wait for it.” A few seconds later, and soreness overcame Doomsday’s skull, his mouth numb. He keeled over a bit, covering his head with his arms. “...see?” Yet, snow began to fall from the sky above. “...for god’s sake...don’t tell me you’re gonna start an avalanche or somethin’ ‘coz you’re a ‘numb’-skull...”

“...o-ow...” Though, he picked up on the joke, staring at Sans, wide-eyed.

“...yeah, you heard me, you’re a ‘numb’-skull.”

“...th...that...” He began to giggle, the snow coming to a halt. The sound alone caused Sans smirk, proud of himself.

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[withoutmonsters]

Freedom from the Day

Ask and you shall receive! @okayshitbird, you wanted to read a fic about Max and Billy sneaking out Billy’s window to explore San Diego, so here it is! You said you wanted to hear about them exploring some restaurants, I hope a food truck counts. Read on ao3

“Max,” Billy hisses, holding his arms out and gesturing for her.

She crouches by the window, biting her lip with wide eyes. “Are you sure?” she breathes, glancing back to Billy’s door.

Billy rolls his eyes. “Yes, Max, I’m sure. Now get going. Hand me the skateboard.”

Max passes it through the open window. It’s smaller than Billy’s, made for a child instead of a young teenager. When Max and her mother had first moved in with the Hargroves, she had been enchanted with Billy’s skateboard, bugging him for weeks and weeks until he had finally let her ride it. Billy would never let Max knows this, but he thought that Max was a natural on the skateboard. He had been considering buying her one as a sort of welcome gift. But Susan had scolded her for it, saying that it wasn’t ladylike for a girl to ride a skateboard. It was obviously something that was meant to discourage both of them from letting Max ride in the future, but all that had done was cement it for Billy. He’d gone out, using the money that he’d earned mowing the neighbor’s lawn, to buy her a smaller one, since his was much too unwieldy for a nine-year-old.

“Come on,” Billy snaps, gesturing again. “We don’t have all night, Max. We need to go.”

Max casts one more glance into the house and then fits herself through the window, slight shoulders ducking through, followed by her torso. Billy catches her arms, grunting as she gives him all her weight. He grabs her waist and bodily hauls the rest of her through the window, clumsily setting her down once her feet are out.

She’s smiling, blue eyes bright bright in the night and a gap-toothed grin wide on her freckled face. Billy raises an eyebrow. “You weren’t this excited about a minute ago.”

Max raises her chin regally. “What do you mean? Of course, I’m excited! We get to go skate! With Tomas and Domingo!”

Billy tries to hold back a smile at that and fails. He had been prepared to hate Maxine forever when his father had first introduced them. Billy had been mean to her the first week, but every sneer was met with one of her own, each pinch and prod met with an answering slap and hit until he learned not to pick on her. But somehow, Max had wormed her way into his good graces, with every wide-eyed stare and enthusiastic cheer for every skateboard trick that he’d learned. He’d even let her go out on his surfboard, red hair fire against the waves and little body surprisingly strong against the movement of the board. She was a natural, just like she was at skating.

Billy snorts. “Tomas and Domingo think you’re a little pest.”

That isn’t true at all. Tomas particularly had taken quite the shine to Max, promising to teach her how to make tamales when Christmas rolled around and murmuring quiet endearments of, “Shhh, mija, it’ll be fine,” when Neil was loud with Billy.

Tomas always joked that he wanted a nice little sister instead of a demon of a twin while cuddling Max, and then Domingo would give that devilish grin and jump on them and start a tickle fight for the ages. Billy would make sure to pull Max out before the brothers got too rough, but then would dive in enthusiastically, laughing and shouting and roughhousing until they were a sweaty, breathless heap on the beach, sand in places where sand shouldn’t be, hair mussed and smiles so bright they rivaled the sun. And if Billy got a little too breathless when he felt Domingo’s hands on him, well, no one had to know.

Max turns her chin up. “That’s a lie, Billy. You’re a filthy liar. I’m telling Mom.”

“Oh?” Billy scoffs. “So you’re gonna tell her that we snuck out in the middle of the night to go skate with Domingo and Tomas? Good luck with that.”

Max pouts. Billy laughs softly, ruffling her hair, before he scoops up his skateboard. “Come on.”

Max picks up her own board and follows Billy through the patchy grass and goat heads to the sidewalk. He places his skateboard down and pushes off, checking over his shoulder to make sure she does the same, and then they’re off. The boards make a ticking noise as they go over each crack in the sidewalk, invisible weeds brushing Billy’s flip-flopped feet as they pass, feeling like spiders in the night.

The air is cool coming off the ocean, the breeze bringing the salty brine smell that opens up Billy’s lungs and makes him feel like he’s floating. He closes his eyes and tilts his face up and lets himself enjoy the freedom from the day.

Max and Billy head towards the skate park near the beach, having arranged to meet the twins at 1. This is not Billy’s first time sneaking out, but Max had caught him last time and insisted on coming or she would tell Neil. So this is Billy fulfilling Max’s pushy request, because his blood curdles at the thought of what Neil would do if he caught Billy sneaking out.

When they are down the block, Billy diverts into the street, knowing that it would be safer than on the thin sidewalk. Max follows him, weaving her board dangerously, teeth bright white and glinting out of her grin. Billy laughs as the board veers wildly and she stumbles off it, feet slapping the pavement loudly as catches herself.

“That’s what you get!” He calls back to her as he pumps his leg and goes faster.

“Asshole!” she shouts back.

They make it to the skate park a little late, Billy boosting Max over the fence before following her. They head into the grass on either side, lined by trees and swathed in dark shadows. Billy whistles shrilly, grinning as he sees two shadows jump.

“Mija!” A delighted voice calls from the side, and then Tomas is emerging from the trees and beaming widely.

Max takes a moving jump from her board, landing hard in the grass and running to leap at him. He catches her, laughing and grinning. “That was good! You timed it much better this time!”

“I know,” Max tosses her hair, shifting her body so that she’s in a princess hold instead of awkwardly clutched to Tomas’s chest. “I’m great like that.”

Tomas laughs loudly. “That you are, little bird. That you are.”

He drops her onto her feet and ruffles her hair. “Oh, hi, Billy. Didn’t see you there. Max was too busy outshining you.”

Billy rolls his eyes. “Oh, sure. Fuck you, asshole.”

Tomas snickers, offering his hand. Billy claps his hand to Tomas’s clenching it into a fist and knocking their knuckles together. “Where’s Domingo?”

“Comin’. He wanted a taco.”

Max brightens. “Can I have a taco?”

“No, Max—” Billy starts, because he knows that if he starts fucking up her food schedule, Neil will have his hide, but Tomas interrupts.

“Sure! C’mon, mija, I’ll get you some. What do you want?”

“Carne Asada. And Pork Carnitas. Oh! And can I get some of their ice cream?”

Tomas laughs. “What, did your mom not feed you or something?”

Max pouts. “I just want some Horchata ice cream, Tomas.”

“I think he might have one or two ice cream sandwiches left.”

Max brightens.

“You know we came here to skate, right?” Billy calls. Tomas flips him off over his shoulder.

Billy huffs, popping his board up and grabbing it, following them to the other end of the park, where they climb another fence and come out on a street where a food truck is parked. Technically it wasn’t open, but the three of them had been regulars for so long that Domingo could knock on the window and the chef (who lived in the back and drove to different cities along the west coast as well as Mexico) would cook them what they wanted as long as they had the money.

Domingo is standing in front of the truck when they walk up, laughing at something the chef said.

“Hey, Tio,” Tomas greets as they stop next to his brother.

“Jesus,” Angel groans as he sees the extra people. “Do you little shits never eat, or something?”

Billy laughs under his breath as Domingo ducks his head. “Please, Tio Angel. We’ll pay, we promise!”

Angel scrubs his hand over his face. “Y’all are the worst, you got that? I swear.”

Doming gave him a bright smile that punched a hole in Billy’s chest. “Thank you so much!”

“What do you want?”

Max perks up, rattling off her order in a voice that is fairly presumptuous, considering it’s the middle of the night and Domingo probably dragged Angel out of bed for food. Tomas adds his own order, leaning his arms on Max’s head and making her grumble.

Domingo catches Billy’s eye. “And a Chicken Tinga and an Al Pastor, please. Oh, and some Refritos and Elote.”

Billy makes a noise in the back of his throat. “No, Domingo, I can’t pay for that—”

Domingo cuts him a look. “I can.”

“I don’t need your goddamn charity—”

“It’s not charity, cabron, I’m just buying you tacos, goddamn.”

Billy opens his mouth but Domingo cuts him off with a finger pressed to his lips. Billy’s protest dies in his throat with a strangled noise. Domingo gives him a secret smile, pulling out a wallet and slapping down a ten-dollar bill.

Angel takes the money and brings back change. “It’ll be out in a little while, shitstains. Try not to make too much trouble in the meantime.”

“Thanks, Tio!” Max chirps, scooping up her board and pushing off.

Angel’s face transforms from long-suffering to fond in a split second. “You assholes are bad for her,” he says, pointing at Tomas.

Tomas gives him a dramatic gasp, placing a hand on his chest for added effect. “How can you say that, Tio? We are teaching her the fine arts of sneaking out and talking food out of even the most unwilling chefs. Those are great skills! She’ll use them for the rest of her life!”

Angel snorts. “Sure, dickhead . Whatever you say.”

Domingo slings a hand over Billy’s shoulder. “So, where do you want to sit?”

Billy has to swallow before answering. “I wanted to skate, asshole.”

Domingo scoffs. “Too late. You get food now.”

Billy grumbles but follows Max, who is waving from a table at the end of the block. Domingo steers Billy that way, Tomas staying behind to get the food. When they reach the table, Domingo sits so that his thigh is matched along Billy’s, shoulder to shoulder and breath brushing Billy’s ear as he looks at him.

“How was Neil?”

Billy shrugs. “Not too bad, actually. He’s been preoccupied with getting Susan settled at her new job, so.”

Domingo nods, leaning into Billy. “Did he give you any trouble?”

Billy shakes his head. They sit like that, matched thighs and breaths even as Max chatters at Domingo about a new trick Billy was trying to teach her. Tomas comes by with the food piled high in his arms: two tacos and a churro ice cream sandwich for Max, four tacos for Domingo, an additional three tacos for himself, and two for Billy. They share the Elote and Refritos among them, using forks provided by Angel to scoops out bites as they chat.

Billy leans more into Domingo, the other boy shifting so that his front is pressed into Billy’s side, one arm wrapped around Billy’s shoulders while the other one scoops stray corn bits out of the container of Elote. The ocean breeze sweeps over them, ruffling Max’s hair and picking up the bag and dancing it across the table. Tomas snatches it out of the air before it can be carried away, laughing as Domingo teases Billy gently about his wipeout on his surfboard earlier today.

Billy leans his head on Domingo’s shoulder, eyes drifting close.

“Aww,” Max teases. “Is it past the old man’s bedtime?”

Billy cracks one eye, glaring at her. “Shut up, Maxine. I’m 13, not 30.”

Max snorts. “You act like a 30-year-old.”

Billy makes a noise in the back of his throat. “I do not!”

Max sticks out her tongue. “Yes, you do!”

Billy gasps, pulling away from Domingo and climbing to his feet. Max shrieks and runs, her little body darting away.

“Get back here!” Billy growls, chasing after her and throwing out a hand to catch her.

She squeals when Billy seizes her torso and tickles her mercilessly, squirming in his grip.

“Billy!” she laughs. “Please! Don’t—no—”

Her giggles rise on the ocean breeze as Billy tickles her, Tomas and Domingo looking on with fond smiles. He catches sight of Domingo’s smile, and for a moment, Billy feels like everything in the world is okay.

#Freedom from the Day #on ao3! #prequel to the timetravel!AU #withoutmonsters #the blog not the fic lol #cold_shadows #my writing #Billy Hargrove #Max Mayfield #stranger things

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Part 23

Elaine glared daggers at Angel the entire time he sat on the couch, waiting for Demie to get ready. He wasn't really sure what was taking so long - Demie didn't really seem like the kind of guy to spend a long time fussing over his appearance. Regardless, he really wished Demie would hurry up. He was afraid that if it took much longer, Elaine was going to snap and get a knife from the kitchen and murder him. 

"Okay, we can go," Demie said, opening the door to his room and stepping out. He didn't look at all different from normal - his hair needed to be brushed, his stubble hadn't been shaved, his hooves were caked in dirt. He wore a Led Zeppelin shirt and nothing else - which Angel guessed was normal, but it was a little weird that he walked around with his balls just hanging out, even if they were covered with fur. He had a beat up old backpack slung over one shoulder, but otherwise didn't carry anything else. 

"Here," Elaine said, holding out her cellphone. "Take this with you. If anything happens - ANYthing - call the house. I'll come get you right away." 

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," Demie said, walking over to take the phone. As he did, Elaine gave Angel another nasty look. 

"You sure you don't want me to come with you guys?" She asked. 

"It's fine." 

"Are you SURE?" 

"Yeah. It's fine. I'll be okay." 

"'Cause I can come with you." 

"It's fine." 

"If anyone asks about your horns or legs--" 

"It's a costume, I know. I've got some tapes with me, if anyone asks I'll hand some out. It'll be like promoting the band." 

"If you're SURE--" 

"YES, I'm sure," Demie stressed. He glanced over to Angel, giving him a 'back me up over here' look. Angel held up his hands as a way of saying, 'you're on your own.' He really didn't want to run afoul of Elaine, and he knew that taking Demie out into the city was already pushing it. 

"Be careful, okay?" Elaine said. Angel thought she sounded like a worried mom. 

"I will be," Demie replied, sounding like a teenager trying to prove his responsibility. 

Elaine turned her attention back to Angel, narrowing her eyes. Angel was worried he would combust on the spot, her look was so angry. "Do not let ANYTHING happen to him," she said through gritted teeth. 

"I promise I'll take good care of your boy," he replied. 

Demie glanced between Elaine and Angel, his face quizzical. He looked like he didn't quite understand the tension between them. Bless his heart, Angel thought. He was great, but also so dumb. 

"Alright, you ready?" Angel said, looking back at Demie and flashing him a smile. 

"Yeah. Let's go," Demie said, adjusting the straps of his backpack. He was trying to sound casual, but Angel could see how the muscles in his shoulder and neck were tense. Once again he had that look of a startled animal getting ready to flee. 

They made their way outside, down from the deck and over to Angel's car. Elaine followed them to the steps, arms folded over her chest. She continued to glare at Angel until he got in the car and could no longer see her. Demie followed him, nearly folding himself in half to get all six and a half feet of himself into Angel's tiny sedan. Even with the chair lowered as far as it would go, his horns still brushed the roof of the car. 

"Ready?" Angel asked, giving Demie another smile. 

"Yeah, let's go," Demie said, looking straight ahead. 

Angel drove slowly down the dirt road, not in any particular rush. Despite Demie's assertions that he was fine, he was definitely tense, and Angel didn't want to rush him. Demie had confided in him that this was his first time ever going to a music festival. 

"What is this?" Demie said after a while, nodding to the car's stereo. 

"Hm? You've never listened to Panic at the Disco?" 

"No. It's weird." 

"Whatever. Sticks and stones, man. I'm used to getting bullied for my music tastes." 

"No, I mean…" Demie drummed his fingers on his knees for a moment. "I've just never heard anything like it." 

"You've never listened to emo?" 

"What's that?" 

Angel laughed. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised, since you live under a rock… where do you even get music from, anyways?" 

"Elaine," Demie said with a shrug. "Mar and I didn't even know what metal was until we met her." 

"That's so interesting," Angel said. "She doesn't really strike me as a metalhead." 

"She used to be. But now she listens to all this Japanese music and it sucks. It's so... happy-happy-happy, and everyone sounds like a chipmunk." 

"Mm, yeah, I could never get into the J-pop stuff." 

"But you're Asian." 

"Yes, Demie, I'm Asian. But Japan and Vietnam are two totally different countries." 

"Oh. Right." Demie lapsed into silence. Angel pulled off of the dirt road onto a gravel one, and they drove in silence for a while longer. Demie tapped his fingers on his knees in time to the music playing over the car's Bluetooth, and though it was subtle, Angel could see Demie's head bopping along to it, too. It was kind of funny, really. Demie could definitely headbang - Angel had seen it at the concert - but the gentle head-bobbing looked out of place. It was cute. 

Demie took a deep breath as they left the gravel road and pulled onto the paved county road. He rubbed his palms against his thighs, then gripped his knees. 

"So…" Angel said, "Elaine introduced you to metal music, was the band her idea?" 

"No, it was--" Demie's voice cracked a little, and he loudly cleared his throat. "It was Mar's idea. He thought it would be our ticket out of West Virginia." 

"I guess that kinda worked out for him, then, huh?" Angel said. "What about you? Why aren't you living it up in L.A.?" 

Demie cleared his throat again. When he spoke, he sounded a little hoarse. "Just didn't want to. L.A. just seems like too much pressure. Too many fake people. I like country life better." 

"Yeah, I don't think you'd be able to raise your goats in L.A., huh? And it's so fucking expensive out there. I've thought about moving to San Francisco a few times, it might be easier to grow my brand, but the cost of living just isn't worth it." 

"You… you have a company?" 

"Hm?" 

"You said… you have a brand." 

"Oh, no," Angel laughed. "No, I mean my social media brand. Y'know, the way I present my life. It's how I'll get sponsorships and stuff, once I'm big enough that people want to live the same life as Angel Vinh." 

"That sounds… complicated." 

"I mean, it's not that hard. I just show people how I live. Like, you definitely have a brand, or you would if you used social media. Wildman out in the forest who lives in a tiny house and makes his own cheese. Hell, that would be super marketable, because it's interesting. More interesting than me just going to the gym and the club and taking pictures of my abs and ass every day." 

"Mm." 

"I mean, your way of living, it's just… so organic, you know? And not just because you farm and stuff. I mean, that's really you, you're not putting on an act for the camera. It's really admirable." 

"Mm." 

The conversation petered out there as they drove through the short row of shops that was Billy Brook. They took a turn and left the town behind, heading south towards Charleston. 

"How do you…" Demie said, then stopped. 

"How do I what?" Angel gently prodded. 

"How do you like… put yourself out there, for the world like that?" 

"Mm, well, I've always been an attention whore, so that helps. I just can't stand being a nobody. I want to be famous, y'know? I don't want to be stuck in the same neighborhood, with the same people for all my life. It's like the American Dream, y'know, I want to be better off than how I was born." 

"Oh." 

"What about you? What do you want from life? I know you said you like country life, but I'm sure you have goals, right?" 

"Mm, nope. No goals." 

"Really? I kinda envy that. It would be nice not to constantly worry about shit." 

"Yeah." 

Angel glanced over. Demie was tightly gripping his thighs now, his knuckles going pale from the force with which he was holding himself. Angel wanted him to calm down some. 

"So, you excited to maybe pass out some of your tapes?" 

"No. They're not really my tapes. Mar is still on them." 

"Well, I mean, they're still your music, though. You're still singing and playing guitar on them, right?" 

"I guess. No one listens to them for me, though." 

"I would. No offense to your brother, but your voice is way nicer." 

Demie let go of his legs, rubbing his palms against his fur again. Angel had become aware of how loudly Demie was breathing. 

"You know, we don't have to go into the mosh pit or anything if you don't want to. We can hang out at the back of the crowd. I don't even like moshing that much, my boss doesn't like if if I show up to work with bruises, it gives people the wrong idea, y'kn--"

"Can you pull over?" Demie asked. He'd lifted his hands to grip the seatbelt crossing his chest, twisting it like a rope. 

"Huh?" 

"Pull over. Now." 

"Yeah, sure…" Angel murmured, slowing down and pulling off onto the dirt shoulder. "You okay, man--?"

Demie unbuckled his seatbelt, threw the door open, leaned out of the car, and retched into the dirt.

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

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

Chapter Three | sans. (Part 1 of 3)

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meet me by the train station.

the place's bustlin' and tori's here with me, just in case you're worried 'bout meeting a stranger all alone.

That's surprisingly thoughtful.

And I'm guessing Tori means Toriel?

The goat lady who looked after Frisk?

yup.

she's gotta go deal with some legal stuff 'bout us living on the surface, so she can't stay for long.

but she'll still be here by the time you get there.

Hmm…

Now that just makes me more suspicious of you.

Tell me why it's important that only you specifically want to talk to me about this?

Doesn't Toriel know about what happened down there, too?

yeah, but…

i need to talk to you about somethin' else.

stuff that'll probably be a lil' difficult for me to explain, but that you should still know, being frisk's parent and all.

Now I'm curious.

I'm stuck in some traffic, but I should be there soon.

Would it still be okay with Toriel if I get there in the next ten to fifteen minutes?

textin' while drivin'?

My aunt chose to drive me here.

'Cuz she also said she doesn't trust the whole situation much.

heh.

alright.

tori says it's fine. she doesn't need to leave in the next hour so…

see ya soon, (l/n).

See you soon, mister Serif.

"How's he gonna know who you are if only you have a picture of him?" you aunt asks, eyes locked on the road. Her bright red nails, just as flashy as the rest of her outfit, glisten under the sun, fantasy jewellery and wrist watch doing the same. Her tanned skin almost glows with health in comparison to yours, yet to be healed from the past two months of tension and wait. There's also her signature and almost hair salon professional level of cleanliness when it came to grooming her hair, making her overall, outer appearance far more different and striking when compared to you.

"(Mom/Dad)'s all over the news now!" Frisk says, answering her question before you can even word your thoughts out in mind, too busy noticing how much you've let yourself go in so short of a time.

You plug your phone to the car charger and meet with the side view of your aunt's face. "Like Frisk said. The guy I'm meeting says my face's been thrown out on the news a lot lately, so he already knows what I look like." You pull down the mirror and take a quick look at yourself, eye bags and stress acne now partially covered with a cheap, (s/t) foundation and expression made to look less tired thanks to a full eight hours of sleep. Still, you're far from looking anywhere near to the days before Frisk's disappearance or all the pictures displayed on the news, these from a similar time. All the stress and constant sorrow was still present on most of your features, from something as subtle as the loss of brightness in your eyes to something as noticeable as the drag in your walk and the small slump in your posture.

"Do I look okay, auntie?" you ask, taking advantage of a stop sign.

Brenda spares a quick but meaningful glance at you and a small smile manages to show on her face. She stays quiet even as her eyes go back to facing the road. At a second stop, this one caused by a red light, she looks at you again, saying, "Why are you so concerned about that, dear? I get wanting to look well and dignified for meeting new people, but this is the third time you've asked me today." She giggles when Frisk does, both apparently sharing the same thought. "You look fine, by the way. Though a bit of rest could do you good." The light changes and she carries on driving, slowing down and turning on the signal when she sees the train station to her left. "How many hours do you work, by the way? If you're still working overtime, you should stop that now. Not only for my dear grandchild's sake, but for you to get your long overdue beauty sleep."

"...Sixty hours a week?" you mutter, already anticipating a dramatic reaction from her. Even Frisk seems to notice your answer's not favourable enough to her, so they brace themselves by grabbing on to their seatbelt and pretending they're not paying attention to the conversation anymore.

Staying true to herself, Brenda almost slams the brakes just as she's halfway into parallel parking and snaps her gaze over to you, eyes wide and mouth agape. "What?!"

"Sixty a week," you repeat, louder now. "I had to get my mind off Frisk going missing somehow, so I... took that chance to save up some more by working overtime."

"That's fifteen hours too much, dear." She frowns. "That's either twelve hours a day for five days a week, or working non-stop every day for at least eight to nine hours! No wonder you look so stressed. What about your friends? Your family? Your coworkers?" She seems to notice why you've lowered your voice and does that herself, reminded over Frisk's presence at the back seats. "Oh, honey…" She sighs. "Did you really just work, eat, and sleep those two months they were gone?"

"...Maybe," you reply, looking away from her. "I just didn't know what else to do, and having free time for myself made me feel more guilty about it. The only time I sat down was to watch some TV for when I couldn't sleep at night."

Your aunt finishes parking and lets out another sigh. A gentler look crosses her eyes and she gives in, letting her body relax. "Do you have enough to get by? Please, be honest with me so I can help you out. Alright?"

You smile back at her and nod. "I have enough now. I'm pretty sure I can get by with a regular schedule again."

"With weekends off?"

"With weekends off."

Her smile grows and she unlocks the car, allowing you to step out. "Be careful out there, alright? Just make sure to call me and I'll head back here straight away if anything strange comes up."

"Thank you, auntie. So I'll pick up Frisk at five?"

"Oh, there's no rush. You can always stay the night, anyway!"

After a nod, you get down from the car, open the back door, and climb onto the empty seat left next to Frisk. 

"See you later, dear." 

You kiss their cheek and look at the phone resting in their hands. There were plenty of questions you wanted to ask them, such as who was Alphys and how she'd gained enough knowledge to develop something with that level of technology, and why it still worked up here despite being programmed to function at the Underground. You remind yourself of the people waiting for you at the train station and wrestle those curiosities down, setting all questions aside for later. "Be good, okay?"

They nod, sign a "Love you!" with their hand, and hold you back to give you a yellow sticky note, folded in two. "Give this to him. And don't forget he can be unexpected sometimes!"

You sign an "I love you, too" back to them, take the note, and step out of the car, waving at them and your aunt before closing the door and pocketing the note away. It stays unread, and while you'd like to know what's written on it as well as the reasons for Frisk warning you about meeting with that monster in particular, they'd specified it was for more sillier reasons, like that of meeting up with a stand up comedian, or more frankly put: a clown or a court jester.

Now alone, you take out your phone and check the messages, a new one from 'Mister Serif' showing up.

hey, uh…

tori hadda go.

an emergency happened, so now she's gotta rush off to the department to see what's up with some documents she turned in.

i know this seems sus as hell, so just wait for me at a more open area, alright?

stick to anybody you're comfortable with and we'll meet there.

I'm honestly touched at how much you're worried about this.

Though all that just makes me think I'm being catfished even more now.

Are you for real, mister Serif?

Can someone be as observant and thoughtful as you appear to be?

see for yourself.

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You can't avoid being taken aback when the monster sends you a picture of himself. It's a definite recent one, given he's sitting by a bench close to the train tracks. He holds up a shaka sign with one hand and a coffee cup on the other. A grin decorates his face and the bright lighting shows the picture was taken just now, sun rays piercing through the windows.

I'm somewhat convinced.

need more proof?

Who are you, my Cinder match?

if u wanna.

Oh God.

You're killing me.

inna good way?

Perhaps.

You stop yourself when you realize you're on the verge of flirting with someone you haven't even met in person yet, let alone introduce yourself properly to. The picture he'd sent doesn't help either, as you can only begin to question yourself and your morals over having found him attractive for a split second. While it could have just as easily been the surprise of him sending a picture out of nowhere, it could've also been how laid-back he seemed in that picture, striking a shaka sign that made him look just like a surfer dude and a coffee cup to contrast with that vibe, adding a spark of the typical college student you saw at campus, his hoodie and sneakers only adding to that feeling.

It's then that you realize something's off.

If he was holding a cup with one hand and a sign in the other…

Then who took the picture?

Though you're pretty sure you're overthinking the situation now, you're still better safe than sorry and take advantage of your recent fooling around with him to pass that worry off as a joke.

Wait a minute, mister Serif.

yeah?

If you're holding a cup with one hand and striking a pose with the other, then who took the picture?

Or did you use your magic for that?

a random dude who looked trustworthy enough took it for me.

he's one of those guys who're totally ok with us living here at the surface, so he just snapped the picture for me and even asked if it was for a date i was gonna meet and all.

no magic needed.

And I'm the President of the United States.

But, seriously now…

Are you for real?

yeah.

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The picture displays him with a bearded, brown skinned man clad in a suit and holding a suitcase, looking ready for work. Still, his smile shows little to no seriousness and instead displays youth and content over having his picture taken with a potential friend. His height surpasses the monster's by half a foot, though when you compare it to the rest of the people in the background, it's clear Serif is simply shorter compared to the average human. You try not to let your eyes linger too much on the monster when you're done looking at the man, not wanting to fall into the trap of your mind having found him attractive earlier ago. Still, you can't help yourself and take a more thorough look at him again, seeing him now with his eye sockets closed, almost mimicking a pair of eyelids squinting in joy. His arm's hung over the man's shoulders, and vice-versa. 

i made a new pal.

"meet up already!" - his words, not mine.

Trying to be smooth, huh?

maybe.

is it working?

Somewhat.

But...

Strange Cinder date vibes aside,

I'm almost there.

aight.

can't wait to meet ya, bud.

You slip the phone back in your pocket and go up the stairs of the train station, stopping when you make it to the line of benches close to the tracks. True to his word, the skeleton sits on one of them and the man who'd taken a picture with him is now waving at him, seemingly saying his goodbyes and headed off to work. You approach the station one careful step after the other, pace slowing down more and more as you feel a sudden awkwardness slip on your shoulders.

Your texts sent off vibes you didn't want present now that you were about to meet him in person. You were still worried about what happened with Frisk a few days ago, and how their happiness pretty much froze when being asked if the monsters had treated them well during their time at the Underground. The one you were about to meet could very well be one of those who'd hurt them, so you brace yourself and try not to be swayed by the softer atmosphere present during your texting with him. You acknowledge the man who'd taken his picture with a wave and a smile back at him. Then, you continue walking and finally approach the bench.

"It's nice to meet you, mister Serif." You acknowledge him with a wave, unsure of how friendly you can be with him.

"Likewise, pal." He holds a hand out to you, bringing forth the warning Frisk had given to you about him.

Out of all the things Frisk had warned you about, it was to be careful around the skeleton, but primarily due to how he seemed to be the type to joke around and prank people often. One thing in particular you were warned about was in shaking hands with him, so right as he offers his hand out to you and just as you're about to reach out, you miss his hand, take a step closer, and pull him along for a hug instead. You then unfold the sticky note and press it against his back with enough pressure for him to feel it and let go when you're done.

"Frisk warned me about you, and even though they haven't told me anything I should be worrying about yet, I do know I should be careful for other reasons. And they told me to give that note to you, by the way."

You sit down and watch as the monster attempts to get the sticky note unstuck, his short height proving to be a disadvantage, as it also comes with shorter arms. He goes as far as to use his magic to get it out, leaving you to bite back a smile and wonder if you've been too rude with him just now. Still, you wait and keep your eyes on the train tracks while he reads the note you've left for him.

"Not gonna say anything about it?" you ask, surprised to hear nothing from him even as he slips the note in his pocket.

"Patience, pal," he replies, words followed with a chuckle and continued with a wink. "Just take it as some friendly payback on my part -- Now we're even." He sits back down and meets with your eyes, his expression changing from humoured to stern at the drop of a hat. "So, what you're sayin' here is the kid hasn't said much about me yet?"

"No," you reply, hesitating. You fight between keeping a smile and a frown. "They've been awfully quiet after I asked them if there were any people down there who treated them badly." You catch yourself becoming emotional, so you breathe and blink a few times to fight that back. "It...  It feels like they shut themselves away from me, and now I'm not too sure about how to approach the situation anymore." You stop to catch your breath again, feeling yourself grow anxious already. "They can talk non-stop when it's about all the good things Toriel, Alphys, Papyrus, and… And even what you did for them, but whenever I ask if there was anything that made them feel unsafe, they… They bottle up and run off to do whatever chore there's left to do around the house."

A gust of wind helps freshen up your burning face, product of a train stopping nearby. You wait for him to speak up, body tensed all the while.

"Y'know, I…" The monster sighs, faces down, and rubs the back of his neck, looking lost in thought. "I think I can answer that for ya, but it's gonna be a bit of a long story." He glances at his phone for a moment, seemingly to check the time, and later adds, "Wanna head out somewhere to eat? We can talk about it there over food and drinks. Better than talkin' on an empty stomach, don't you think?"

Despite how somber the mood's become, that trademark grin of his you've already grown used to seems to stand out a lot more now, bringing forth a genuine, welcoming expression in addition to the offer he'd made to you. "Sure," you reply, smile returning. "And... Sorry for dumping all that on you all of a sudden."

You both stand up and make your way out of the station, walking side by side as you continue with the conversation. 

"It's cool, pal," he says. "I'd be a lot more worried if you didn't worry about it."

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This turned out to be a whopping 7k+ word long chapter, so it's been divide into 3 parts (between 2k to 3k words each, which is the usual length of each update).

So... Long story short: there'll be a double update next week in order to post Parts 2 and 3!

Expect the same thing for whenever a chapter exceeds that limit. :-)

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[ninjabobanekokyrie]

Undertale: No More; Chapter 13-Lost and Insecure

"Psst Frisk, wake up buddy."

Said child groaned softly. He paid no attention to the hand shaking him and pressed his face deeper into his pillow.

The person merely laughed, shaking him a little harder. "Frisk, c'mon bucko, seriously. We're gonna be late."

Frisk finally gave up on trying to get more sleep and yawned as he sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"Sans?" He asked as the skeleton came into view. "Late for what...?"

Sans looked slightly worried at the fact that he didn't remember whatever was going to happen, but the skeleton shook it off and maintained his grin.

"We're meeting up at Undyne's place with Alphys and Undyne, remember kiddo?"

Frisk's eyes widened, surprised. "Oh, right. I'm sorry, Sans." he apologized sheepishly. 

"Don't worry about it, kiddo," Sans chuckles, reaching out and ruffling his hair. "Let's just hurry up and get ready so Papyrus doesn't start yellin' at us, alright?" 

Frisk giggled, playfully smacking his hand away. "Okay, Sans." 

Frisk got ready and he and Sans walked downstairs, where they saw Papyrus standing at the door, his arms crossed over his chest and tapping his foot impatiently. 

Once he noticed the duo, he frowned at them disapprovingly. 

"BROTHER! FRISK! THERE YOU TWO ARE! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?? WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!!" 

Frisk quickly said before Sans could open his mouth, "I'm sorry Papyrus, it's my fault. I overslept. I...didn't get a lot of sleep last night." he confessed, feeling suddenly ashamed. 

This caught Sans' attention and he frowned at the child. "Really? You couldn't sleep, kiddo?" 

"Not really...I've been having weird dreams lately." Frisk swallowed, mind wandering back to that one vision. He shivered. 

Papyrus frowned worriedly, "I AM VERY SORRY TO HEAR THAT, HUMAN. I AM ALSO SORRY THAT THE GREAT PAPYRUS WAS NOT THERE TO PROTECT YOU. ARE YOU FEELING BETTER NOW?" 

Frisk perked up, throwing the tall skeleton one of the brightest grins that he could manage. "Sure am! I just needed some extra sleep, that's all. I'm fine. Nothing to worry about." 

"Ya sure?" Sans' frown deepened and he reached out, running a hand through Frisk's unusually unkept and messy hair. 

"I'm fine, Sans. Really." Frisk smiled, pulling away. "Can we please just go see Alphys and Undyne now? Please?" he begged urgently, making it clear that he wanted the topic to be dropped. 

Papyrus's everlasting sunny smile returned, "THAT IS GOOD TO HEAR, HUMAN. WELL, SHALL WE BE OFF?" 

Sans looked at Frisk for another minute who avoided his gaze before chuckling softly, "Yeah, let's head out." 

Frisk made sure to stay close to Sans on the way, leaning against him slightly. 

Sans allowed it. 

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Sans and Papyrus were the ones who laughed and chatted with Alphys and Undyne. 

Frisk sat by himself on the couch, lost in his thoughts. 

How was he supposed to fix all of this?

How was he supposed to fix any of this? 

It was bad enough when it was just on him, but now he had so foolishly dragged his practically family at this point into this screwed up mess. 

Frisk doesn't know what he'll do if anything happened to any or even worse all of them. 

Suddenly, his eyes glowed red and his head started hurting. 

Groaning, he clenched his eyes shut tightly, praying the dizziness would go away. 

When he opened his eyes back up, he felt like he would pass out on the spot. 

He wasn't seeing normally. All he could see was blood. Blood, the broken bodies of his friends. Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Sans, Goat Mom....

Frisk felt sick. He was surrounded by red.

//Chara....what are you doing??// he demanded, feeling anxiety flood his veins.

He couldn't breathe...  

//Oh, nothing much.Just some vengeance of mine going on...// Chara chuckled maniacally. //A little preview of what's to come. Just give up, Frisk. You can't save them. Save yourself the struggle and pain.// 

//Go away...// Frisk almost sobbed, holding his head in his hands. //Leave them alone, Chara..// 

//Sorry, Frisk. No can do. A deal is a deal, and I plan on owning up to my half of the bargain...good luck with your futile attempts, though. I just enjoy watching you try and fail. Hehe.// 

After that, Frisk's vision returned to normal. When he opened them once more, he was no longer looking at bloody bodies. He was back to looking at Sans and Papyrus chatting with Alphys and Undyne. 

Frisk's stomach lurched, and he instantly clutched at it. 

"Um, Undyne?" Frisk asks, feeling nauseous. "Where's the bathroom?" 

"Over there, squirt," Undyne points, grinning. "Just turn that corner and you'll find it on your right." 

"Th-Thanks." Frisk replies before running out of the room. 

The small child clamps a hand to his mouth as he searches for the bathroom while running. 

Once he finally found it, he opened the door and rushed inside, locking the door behind him. 

He barely made it to the toilet. He collapsed to his knees in front of the bowl, gasping and gagging as his breakfast came back up with a vengeance. 

Frisk groaned painfully once it was over, flushing the toilet while wiping his mouth and falling back, leaning against the wall. 

Tears filled his eyes and a sob ripped it's way out of his chest against his will. He began hyperventilating, trembling all over. 

"I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, I can't breathe...I can't breathe...I can't breathe..." he said over and over as he gasped desperately for air and sobbed.

It felt like his panic attack lasted forever, and when it finally ended Frisk was left exhausted. He sat there, face buried in his tear-soaked sweater arms, still shaking slightly. 

After a while, he heard a knock at the door and jumped. 

"Kiddo?" It was Sans. "You've been in there for quite some time now. You alright?" 

"I-I'm o-okay, Sans." Frisk hoped Sans didn't hear the tremor in his voice, but deep down he knew the skeleton did. 

And he was right. Sans sighed, "Kid, no offense but I know you and honestly at this point I know when yer lyin'. Can ya please come out?" 

Frisk hesitated, not moving. 

"It's okay, kid. It's gonna be okay. I know what yer goin' through, we all do. But we're in this together now, remember? I just wanna make sure yer okay is all." 

That broke Frisk's resolve. He shakily stood, almost falling, and made his way to the door and unlocking it before opening it ajar. 

Sans didn't look surprised at his kid's worn out state, puffy eyes and still slightly damp cheeks and all. 

"Hey, kiddo." Was all he said, voice low and sympathetic. 

Frisk didn't reply, merely leaning forward and falling and slumping tiredly into the skeleton's bony chest. 

Sans pulled him closer, "Let's go back to the others, alright?" 

Frisk's silent nod was all the permission he needed for him to take the kid with him as he walked back towards where his brother and friends were. 

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