#while still not saying much... mweh heh heh

[foolsocracy]

Hi, hello, I’m new to your blog. I’ve made myself at home. Lovely carpet.

Can I please know more about your spider Robbie pie? Can’t seem to find the silverware.

but of course, kind anon

Spider Robbie is an au in which Robbie Robertson takes up the spider mantle after the death of the one before him. He is the third, following Ben Urich and, most notably, Peter Parker.

This au is very much canon divergence from Eyes Without a Face, where Peter makes it in time to save Robbie from his original fate but dies in the process. Peter is shot while rushing Robbie and the others out. In his panic and elation at finding Robbie physically unharmed, Peter outs himself as the Spider Man to his best friend. Robbie stays with him as he bleeds out and resolves to continue to hide Peter's identity.

Peter is buried and remains that way for... an undetermined amount of time.

Robbie is left with a mask, a jacket, and the question of just who was this other half of his friend. As he learns more of who this... Spider Man was, he gets more and more involved in the spider's cases and conflicts. Robbie gets more sure of his own abilities and makes a bit of a name for the Spider Man within his own community, though the people of Harlem are largely unaware that the appearances of a masked vigilante match the interests of one Robbie Robertson.

It is to be noted that none of these aforementioned abilities are spider-god-induced powers like Peter's. Robbie, especially at the beginning of his spidering career, leans more into Urich's role than Parker's. To me, Robbie has been passionate about the press and journalism in a way that Peter never was. For Pete, his job as a photographer and reporter was a job he took until he could get into college and study science. Robbie has a way with words and communication that Peter frankly lacks. Of course, that isn't to say that Robbie won't be kicking ass, because he will. It will just take him a bit of time to get some of those skills as he's, well, a normal guy. Not everyone can get their biology scrambled like Pete.

And just because Robbie hasn't been scrambled doesn't mean he's completely separate from all things supernatural either!

I think the marvel noir universe is at its best when there's a magical, supernatural undercurrent. This concept isn't super prevalent in the actual comics, but HoplesslyLost on ao3 has done some really cool world building with it.

I think in Robbie's case, where he would be the narrator, "magical realism" would be an interesting avenue to take it. I use this term in particular because I most closely relate it to Toni Morrison in my head, when I first learned about it through her work in high school. For Morrison, the concept was inseparable to blackness and I think for Robbie, where his blackness is so central to his character and his motivations, drawing on that could be more of a service to his character. It feels better to do that than ignore how incredibly racialized his society and story is. It will make his relationship with the spider god, Peter (who I will get to very very shortly), his community, and his own mythos as The Spider Man really interesting and complex.

So it's been established that Robbie doesn't have spider powers. And we all know that Peter did-- or should I say does. One of the spider god's abilities is to bring Peter back to life. She does this in the comics, but not in any of the runs from 2008-2010 (the runs that make up this au). When Peter dies on Ellis Island, he does not think he is coming back from that. Waking up again is a surprise.

Here's where I think the au really takes a left turn. Do I think the Spider God is purely evil and spiteful and has it out for Pete? No, not really. Will I be ramping said traits up to 11 for the au? Yeah, I guess I might. This is because I love a little bit of horror and the came back wrong trope. I will hopefully be fleshing the spider god out in the near future, but I really haven't given her the many hours of thought I have the other characters. For that I'm sorry spider god </3

Peter digs himself out of his grave, more spider than he ever has been. For much of his new, waking life he is more animalistic than not. There is clearly something wrong with him; his joints are too flexible and loose, he's got some eye-shine going on, his skin is pale and his veins are starkly dark beneath it. He's possessed. Someone is puppeteering him, someone who knows a lot-- almost everything about him, but it's clear that the someone isn't him.

And Peter--- the body, it can't be Peter. At least, that's what Robbie thinks when the figure catches his eye the first time. Because Peter is dead and buried, and he has been dead and buried for weeks.

#WOAH this is long #while still not saying much... mweh heh heh #other notes that i don't know how to add in w/out derailing the main vague explanation of the au: #the trio shifts from Peter & Robbie & MJ to Robbie & MJ & Gloria #robbie and his girl gang #and u all know me for my robbienoir shipping well.... Peter's romantic feelings for Robbie are a major point of some parts of this au #get possessed gay boy #Toni Morrison might be a bit out of left field here but I love her work so much and I actually listen to her interviews #to get a grasp on how I want robbie's language to flow. I am NOT eloquent but she has such a way w words when she just SPEAKS #her and the rapper Milo lol #i should give this a read through but im not. ill see all my mistakes tomorrow LOL #spider robbie au #spider noir #my art #peter benjamin parker #robbie robertson #ben urich #asks #anon #thanks for the ask!!! #hope you find your utensils alright

[yinyanchan]

Housemates x Zoot Suit Riot Crossover: Lucky and Strike part 1

Wanted to post this for my birthday. You guys get to see it here first before the parts are combined and put on AO3. I will update when that happens as I’d like to do POV’s I’ve written for housemates and Zoot Suit Riot as well. The rating on it will be M as we do have a lot a pervs to cover and well Lucky being Lucky.

Summary: In which Blue and Orange from Housemates end up getting sucked through the still active machine in the basement of the house and swaps them with Lucky (Underswap Mafia Sans) and Strike (Underswap Mafia Papyrus) from my fic. Zoot Suit Riot. If you haven’t read Zoot Suit Riot… you are in for a treat with Lucky. Rating is what is and you will find out soon enough.

Check it out under the cut!

Blue was cleaning up near the dryer as Orange was helping him fold clothes in the basement. Both of them zoned out at what they were doing… until…

“You hear that bro?” Orange looks around. He faintly hears a soft whirring sound but both the dryer and washing machine were off.

Blue pauses and looks around.

“I HEAR IT BUT WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE IT IS? I MEAN I FEEL LIKE I’VE HEARD IT BEFORE BUT I CAN’T HONESTLY PLACE IT.” He hums as he continues to investigate with his brother.

“Oh crap. It’s getting louder behind the locked door.” Oranges’ sockets widen as do Blues.

“YOU DON’T THINK THE MACHINE STARTED UP ON IT’S OWN DO YOU!?” Blue looks highly concerned over at his brother.

“It doesn’t seem possible. Go get Sans… I’ll take it from here.” Orange says undoing the lock on the door only to have his hand gripped by his brother.

“I DON’T WANT YOU GOING IN ALONE. MAYBE THIS IS SOMETHING LIKE AN UPDATE BUT I DON’T WANT YOU TO GO IN AND IT POSSIBLY TAKES YOU FROM ME.” Blue is serious and Orange relents… he knows if he doesn’t comply he won’t even get the chance to investigate. Blue will ground his sorry behind that’s for sure.

“Ok bro. On the count of 3 we go in together.” Blue nods, getting that serious big brother mode game face on.

“1...2...3” They open the door and are instantly bathed in light and are instantly sucked into the room. Then moments later two skeletons who look eerily similar are thrown into the room.

They both groan slowly getting up from their awkward positions on the floor. They both look at each other only to do a double take.

“Brother, I know you are lazy but honestly?” The Blue look alike scowls at the orange hoodie clad skeleton next to him. The skeleton in question looks himself over and then scoffs.

“At least you can tell what I’m wearin’ unlike you bro… what even is that?” His brow raised in question.

The Blue imposter looked down at the battle body that Blue so lovingly wore in absolute disgust.

“THE FUCKING HELL IS THIS!? WHERE IS MY GODDAMN SUIT!?” He raves then touches head for his hat… and instantly blue tears are welling up in his sockets.

“Strike… my hat is gone… my classy yet uniquely me bowler hat has gone missing… I CAN’T BE CLASSY, yet highly adorable, AND GET PUSSY IN THIS!!!” The blue skeleton has tears cascading down as he looks around for something far more wearable… he only can find more of what his brother Strike is wearing and aprons.

“Lucky, Look, it's a bit more serious than our clothes right now. Forget our soulmate was in the world we left behind?” Strike asks his brother who looks ready to combust.

“THAT IS THE PUSSY I WAS TALKING ABOUT!!! IF WE ARE HERE THEN WHERE IS SHE!? SHE BETTER NOT BE STUCK WITH THOSE ASSHOLES WITHOUT US BIDDING FOR HER AFFECTION!” Lucky looked positively pissed.

“Well she’s not here obviously.” Strike meanders to the machine listening to its soft dronning hum.

“FIX THIS NOW!!!” Lucky demands but Strike laughs.

“Unfortunately this is out of my league. My machine doesn’t even have one of these usb ports. I had to print orders on a card file for the machine to read it… one mistakenly placed card would throw everything out of order.” Strike sighs.

“Hmmm perhaps this may be a similar situation we were in… multiple versions of ourselves convening in one alternate universe. I say we go out there and pretend to be whoever these skeletons are and single out the one who is responsible for this mishap.” Lucky says lifting up the battle body attire with a repulsed look.

“Great plan bro but how are you sure that they will think we’re them.” Strike questions.

Lucky pulls out the photo in the chest plate of Blue and Orange posing for the picture.

“I think we can handle it.” Lucky smirks, his blue eyes sharpened to blue icy stars.

Strike chuckles as the pose gives everything away. They were just plain ordinary versions of themselves in a different universe… How hard could it be?

They go up the stairs and find themselves face to face with someone so strikingly familiar their soul about leapt out of their chest.

“Y/N?” Lucky asks almost in a whisper but loud enough for you to turn around and smile. Lucky is in a daze and he feels the familiar pull of his soul's longing.... Could it be that there was another soulmate version of you in this world.

“What’s up Blue? Done with the laundry already? From the way you were lecturing Orange about his growing pile of filth… I thought you’d be down there a lot longer.” You chuckle as you come up to pat his shoulder.

The silence was obviously starting to worry you.

“You ok…..” You start but are instantly cut off by Strike chuckling.

“It’s okay honeybun, he’s a little speechless after he found a snack in the pockets of one of these (Slightly lifts the hoodie for emphasis) and it’s well traumatized him a bit. He’ll be back to good ol’ Blue in a moment.” Strike knew he slipped up by the way you look at him puzzled when he called you honeybun but fortunately his deductions about himself in this world were correct. You snort making both Lucky and Strike ease up from the tense situation they were in.

You give Lucky a hug which he’s shocked but instantly hugs you back.

“I’m so sorry Blue. At least it’s not like when Red went on a full cursing rampage… You and Berry both were mortified for days.” From Lucky’s position he was able to make eye contact with his brother.

It was an unspoken acknowledgement of the information they had just gathered. So there was a Red and a Berry… then you leaned back to look at Lucky once more.

“I’m sure you’ll be my cheery, bubbly Blueberry in no time.” Lucky almost cringed and Strike couldn’t hold back his laughter. Leaving you confused and Lucky glaring daggers at him while your focus was off.

Lucky only used that persona as a ruse… He hated being cute but he would do it in a heartbeat if it meant he could get something he could use. Everyone usually thought Strike was in charge and were left confused when Lucky showed up and made sure everyone knew their place. Strike knows that persona works like magic… no matter how much Lucky hates it.

“MWEH HEH! YOU HAVE ME THERE Y/N” Lucky throws himself into the act. You give him a concerned look again but shake it off with a grin. Lucky saw it and knew that Blue must’ve given you a term of endearment that he must call you by constantly… He wished he knew what it was…

Luckily he and Strike were always a team and Strike has his back.

“Sorry honeybun but it looks like he’s still a little out of it.” Strike snickers and Lucky puts on a playful pout that instantly has you looking relieved.

“Well this homework isn’t going to do itself… If only…” You sigh and grab a backpack off the floor and start heading upstairs after waving to them.

“Strike, She’s not used to you calling her honeybun. She seemed okay with honey before the bun. Just call her honey but there must be something this Blue was calling her… I can’t think of anything at the moment of what it could be…” Lucky has his game face on again as they both stand around thinking about their gameplan.

Well… if they couldn’t get back to where they were… There was a soulmate for them here and they both smirked at one another.

“There ya are pipsqueak.” Both Luck and Strike turn to see someone who was definitely a shorter version of Sweets… Had the most atrocious shorts with a parka… but red and black per the normal color pattern. Also the gold fang that stuck out like a sore thumb… So that could mean that their version of Swisher was here too if his brother was.

Lucky actually looked behind him in confusion and worry like there was someone else that he hadn’t seen. Strike noticed the skeleton rolls his eyelights.

“You, You dumbass.” As Lucky turns to glare and Strike straightens himself a little… ready for a fight.

Then all of a sudden the other skeleton starts laughing.

“What? am I in trouble? I shouldn’t be cursing is that it? I hope I don’t invoke big brother mode.” The skeleton continues to guffaw only when he notices that the two skeletons aren’t really reacting the way he was wanting… in fact they seemed deathly serious.

“Hey come on… didn’t mean it. Ya not seriously gonna go inta big brother mode because of that?” The skeleton that resembled Sweets starts to look them over concerned.

“What the actual fuck are you going on about?” Lucky is seething. Strike coughs to let his brother know he’s slipped character because of his anger once again.

Too late the damage has been done. 

The skeleton starts to eyeball them both a little more and starts to sweat.

“Who the…” He pauses in his question then in a blink disappears while yelling “Sans!”

“Well isn’t this a total shit fuck of a mess I put us in?” Lucky groans.

“Told ya ta watch yer anger bro… now all I can say is we gotta sell who we’re impersonating.” Strike sighs as both walk around and try to get familiar with things as quickly as possible.

Both of them find themselves wandering into the living room to be cornered by someone who looked like Black from their world. Only they almost had their jaws drop at his outfit. Bandanna with ragged looking black and red clothes that showed off his spine like a midriff. 

“YOU TWO KNOW WHY RED IS SHOUTING LIKE THAT? IT’S NOT LIKE HIM TO BE THAT OBNOXIOUSLY LOUD.” The new skeleton loudly hisses out.

Strike had to nudge Lucky as he saw his brother's eye sockets narrow in what was sure to be a retort. Shocking his brother to let out a “MWEH” as he suddenly remembers.

Strike was good on hunches and was definitely a walking talking lie detector… even though that doesn’t stop Lucky from lying all the time.

“Come on, Berry, don't be like that. Poor bro is traumatized enough as it is going through my laundry.” His hunch was right as he watched ‘Berry’ shudder in absolute disgust.

“INDEED. I’VE SEEN THE WAY YOU AND RUSS LAZE ABOUT… THAT ROOM OF YOURS MUST BE EQUALLY ATROCIOUS TO HIS.” Berry shakes his head.

“Where is everyone?” Strike grins as he knows this will get them names at least.

“FORGET ALREADY? SANS IS AT THE UNIVERSITY ALONG WITH PAPYRUS AND RUSS. YOU KNOW? DOING THEIR JOBS. EDGE IS AT HIS JOB AS WELL. AXE AND NOOK ARE IN THE GARDEN AND RED OF COURSE IS BEING AN IDIOT. DEAREST IS ATTENDING HER HOMEWORK.” Both skeletons flinch at the smile on Berry’s face when he mentions well… you… who else would it be that a skeleton like this would be so fond of?

Yet Strike and Lucky are grateful to the access of information that was just handed to them on a silver platter.

Lucky has been in thought while listening to the drivel of his newest rival. What would he call someone absolutely dear to him? Obviously it would be something similar to this Blue… would it be Starshine? He likes stars and the way they shimmer and shine… but even Strike seemed to be a little off with honeybun.

“YES! DOING HER BEST! S-ORANGE? AFTER ALL OF THAT YOU’RE SURE YOU DON’T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE THAT NEEDS TO GO IN THE WASH?” Lucky almost slipped but pulled through.

“I’m sure bro.” Strike says with a grin knowing where this would go.

“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU. LET US TAKE ANOTHER LOOK SHALL WE?” Lucky and Strike begin to make their way upstairs leaving Berry… without realizing that Berry is looking at the stairs they chose weren’t the stairs they often took to go to their rooms.

Shrugging it off. Blue might’ve wanted to pop in to see how you were doing.

As Lucky and Strike crest the landing both look at each other seriously. You were in one of these rooms so they couldn’t go barging in but all skeletons were accounted for either not being here, inside, or upstairs… save for Red.

He was another problem. If he knew where Sans was he probably took a shortcut there but possibly could be in one of the rooms himself.

Strike shrugged and Lucky sighed walking over to the first door and knocked.

“Yes?” You called out and Lucky swooned.

“JUST CHECKING IF YOU NEEDED ANY HELP!” He calls out and you laugh.

“I might need some help with math later okay?” You tell him through the door.

“THEN I SHALL BE BACK TO HELP YOU.” Lucky preens but Strike pulls him away before he can say anything else.

“Bro, you forget that math is a subject you don’t excel at unless it’s you figuring out how to do something successfully in your own head?” Strike urges his brother to stop while they are ahead. Lucky was only good at numbers from his perspective and not from a textbook.

“Of course and by successful, it is! And Doing…?” His grin is lecherous as he looks back at your door.

“I will be.” He licks his teeth and Strike sighs. 

“Bro, I feel the pull too but we need our head in the game, so we can win it before they find out we aren’t who they thought we are.” Strike pulls him to the next door and knocks.

No answer. Looking around they slowly open it to not make a sound. They see a room in squalor and Lucky nearly gags. Lucky might be a little lazy in the mornings but he likes things nice and tidy.

This must be Red's room from the shorts they see lying about and the red and black color scheme… the only thing that really just has them floored are the pin ups… Naked pin ups…

Lucky looks around and sees a magazine. As he picks up the magazine the centerfold unfolds to a nude woman in a very sensual position.

“L-Lucky put that down!” Strike is flushed with embarrassment as his brother looks awestruck.

“I feel jipped. Where was this stuff in our timeline!? The only things naughty I had were stuffy pin ups with people in their unmentionables but only some skin was shown… This. Shows. Everything.” Lucky wipes a little drool away instantly pinning your face onto what he’s seeing.

“Guys!? Are you in Red’s room!?” They both freeze and Lucky instantly chucks the evidence away from him by instinct.

Only for them to sigh in relief that you were calling out from the otherside of the wall. Yet strike sees Lucky quickly stuff something in his pocket.

“YES WE WERE DROPPING OFF A TURTLENECK SWEATER WE FOUND IN THE DRYER!” Lucky quickly lies at the drop of a hat. Something that was both a blessing and a curse for poor Strike.

“Ok, but you know he doesn’t like anyone being in there when he’s not!” You call out again. You were still pretty muffled due to the wall… which had them looking at one another in curiosity if you had heard anything they said.

Seeing as you didn’t seem weirded out or come over in a huff they speculated that it wasn’t something to be upset about. So they quickly left and shut the door loud enough behind them for you to know they had left.

They went over and gently knocked on the next door so that you couldn’t hear but any occupant would. No answer so they silently slipped in. It was a very nice simple room. Had some books arranged neatly on a few shelves and at least they could see the computer on the desk without piles of dirty dishes and… well they didn’t want to think about what all those kleenex wipes were doing there.

There was a picture on the desk and this one showed Red and a Tall skeleton resembling Swisher from where they were whisked away from. Strike narrowed down the names listed and since it seemed to go in pairs the way it was given. Russ was obviously Berry’s brother. Sans and Papyrus of course the originals… That left Axe, Nook, and Edge. Since Axe and Nook were working together they might be brothers so that left Edge.

“Edge right?” Lucky smirks as he also narrowed it down. Well this wasn’t either of their rooms so they went down another door. Gently knock only to be spooked by a loud voice.

“OH! IS SOMEONE THERE? I WILL JUST BE A MINUTE.” They listen closely, leaning towards the door. They heard water stop running and then the door was thrown open startling them to both jump back. Panic stricken as they see a lumbering disfigured Papyrus lean down quizzically eyeing them.

“Figures there’d be one of him too.” Lucky gripes under his breath and gets elbowed by Strike.

“I AM TERRIBLY SORRY FRIENDS… WERE YOU NOT WANTING TO USE THE RESTROOM? OR WERE YOU LOOKING FOR SOMEONE?” They were at a pause… this was either Axe or Nook and since they had nothing to go by, playing it off was going to be a difficult feat.

“SCAVENGER HUNT.” Lucky blurted out and Strike looked at him like he’s lost his mind.

“WE DIDN’T WANT TO INTRUDE ON ANYONE MWEH HEH HEH.” Lucky gets that big sweet adorable grin as he rubs the back of his skull.

“OOOH A SCAVENGER HUNT!? WHO ARE WE SCAVENGING!?” The tall lanky skeleton of nightmares looks positively joyous and ready to join.

“Ummm who?” Strike looks between the skeletons nervously.

“MEHH NO! NOT WHO BUT A WHAT!” Even Lucky seems at a loss as his shoulders droop.

“YOU HAVE ME PUZZLED BLUE… TO SCAVENGE IS A HUNT FOR FOOD.” Both Lucky and Strike look floored.

“Then why did you say who?” Strike chuckles nervously.

“OBVIOUSLY BECAUSE I MADE A FUNNY. AXE AND PEACHES WOULD HAVE LAUGHED.” The one that is now known to be Nook poses dramatically and somehow his tattered cape like scarf blowing in wind that was not there.

Now the question was… who the hell was Peaches?

“MWEH! OF COURSE I GET IT NOW! VERY FUNNY NOOK!” Nook looks at Lucky weirdly but smiles.

“GOOD TO KNOW THAT MY DARK CANNIBAL JOKES AREN’T *Snicker* DRY.” He pauses and both skeletons seem to have no choice but to laugh while they are screaming internally.

“YES, WELL, NOOK PERHAPS YOU CAN HELP US?” Lucky quickly rebounds to change the subject. Lucky may have seen guts and glory in his line of work but the actual thought of eating someone was not something that sat with him lightly.

Nor for Strike who only sweats as Nook continues to chuckle and say “BONE DRY” under his breath.

“YOU SEE, ABSOLUTELY THE DARNDEST THING. WE ARE MISSING A SOCK. WE’VE BEEN HUNTING FOR IT BECAUSE ORANGE DOESN’T KNOW WHERE HE COULD HAVE LEFT IT… BEST TO RETRIEVE IT BEFORE SOMEONE ELSE STUMBLES UPON IT… LIKE Y/N.” He does the best bubbly impression he has but that doesn’t stop the tall skeleton looking down at him, with a knowing that something isn’t right.

“STARLIGHT.” Nook says bluntly at Lucky who falters.

“I BEG YOUR PARDON?” Lucky tries to keep his cool but even Strike knows when his brother is getting close to the ‘Fuck it’ stage and guns start blazing. Lucky was never really patient unless there was a type of goal that he really wanted to strive for.

“BLUE ARE YOU OKAY? YOU HARDLY EVER CALL PEACHES BY HER NAME ANYMORE. IT’S BEEN AGES SINCE I HEARD YOU SAY IT OTHER THAN STARLIGHT… YOU ALSO LAUGHED AT AXE’S TERRIBLE JOKES. ONLY I AND PEACHES… SOMETIMES EDGE AND RED FIND THEM AMUSING. EVEN RUSS AND YOU ORANGE ABHOR WHAT WE HAD DONE IN OUR TIMELINE AND CRINGE WHEN WE SAY THEM. SANS WON’T EVEN LET AXE TRY THEM IN HIS PRESENCE… PAPYRUS ACCEPTS US FOR WHO WE ARE BUT EVEN HE DOESN’T LIKE THAT KIND OF HUMOR. BERRY STRAIGHT UP FORBIDS US…. THAT IS UNLESS OF COURSE IT'S OVER SOMEONE WHO WAS MEAN TO PEACHES THEN HE FINDS IT HYSTERICAL AND ENCOURAGES IT… CAN NEVER REALLY TELL WITH HIM…” Nook goes off on a tangent… seems to be because he often does. Both skeletons just worriedly shoot glances at one another until he seems done.

“CONSIDER IT US BRANCHING OUT IN UNDERSTANDING FRIEND! MWEH HEH! NOW WE MUST FIND THAT SOCK!” Lucky puffs out his chest.

“OH YES! IT WOULD BE VERY EMBARRASSING FOR PEACHES TO FIND IT. HAVE YOU TRIED LOOKING IN YOUR ROOMS?” Nook questions and Lucky falters.

“WELL UM YES WE THOUGHT BUT PERHAPS YOU COULD HELP US? MORE EYES THE BETTER AT FINDING IT!” Lucky is trying to persuade Nook into helping them find at least Blue or Orange’s room.

Strike smirks. His bro is really good at handling things when he tries.

“NO THANKS.” Nook shrugs and walks off leaving Lucky and Strike to their stupor.

“Uh… Ok…” Strike looks at him quizzically and Nook pauses with a brow raised.

“LOOK, I’M NOT PAPYRUS… WELL TECHNICALLY I AM BUT I’M NOT JUST GOING TO RUN AROUND LOOKING FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S UNMENTIONABLES. THAT’S JUST… WELL UNSANITARY AND RUDE.” Nook scoffs at the other two and meanders off a ways… then turns and eyes them making them stiff.

“YOU TWO ARE ACTING VERY STRANGE. IT’S ALMOST AS IF YOU NEED ME TO FIND YOUR ROOMS ON THE OTHER SIDE DOWN THAT HALL.” He points and both skeletons waive their hands in defense.

“NO NO! OF COURSE NOT! IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY HELPING ORANGE GET THAT FILTHY LAUNDRY TOGETHER.” Lucky is quick on the draw to lie again.

“Yeah it’s been exhausting work waiting for the clothes to be finished… getting pressed…” Strike realizes he didn’t know what those machines were… he only knew dry cleaners… Lucky glares at him briefly.

“OH YES! PERMANENT PRESS! GOOD CYCLE! TAKES FOREVER BUT IT DOES GET EVERYTHING NICELY CRISP AND CLEAN.” Nook nods with a smile and then carries on down stairs.

Lucky and Strike both heave a sigh of relief they didn’t realize they were holding.

#Zoot Suit Riot #Lucky #Strike #Housemates #Underswap Sans #Underswap Papyrus #Underswap Mafia Sans #Underswap Mafia Papyrus

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Could you tell the story of Alphys and Undyne's first kiss? Please^^

There was not enought Alphyne today, you are right Anon !

In Undertale :

It was a few months after the Monsters reached the Surface. Undyne and Alphys had a sweet day in the parc, in the middle of summer, but Undyne overheated and eventually passes out. Alphys was used to it, she just had to put some water on her face, except today, she forgot the water. 

Totally panicking, she dragged Undyne close to the pond, then throw her in the water with help of a jetpack. Except she also forgot to get rid of the jetpack and fell in the water with her. Now, Alphys is not an aquatic lezard. That's why she lived in Hotland and not in Waterfall in the first place. She couldn't swim, but thanks Asgore, Undyne was here. She just took Alphys on her and swimmed for a bit in the pond with her, so she can cool down for a bit. 

After a while, Alphys stopped struggling and let herself go against her girlfriend. Undyne stayed silent for a bit, then kiss her slightly on the lips. Alphys didn't push her back. After that, they said nothing and get back on earth, both of their face even more hot than before they jumped in the pond.

In Underfell :

That was, you know, just a joke originally. One day, Undyne said that if they ever get to the Surface, she would kiss Alphys in a anime princess dress because that would have mean she succeeded to broke the Barrier. Well... Alphys was not the one who did break the Barrier, but they were still on the Surface so... 

Yeah, one day, she borrowed a Mew Mew dress to a cosplayer friend and showed to her place. Alphys could barely opened the door, Undyne grabbed her lab coat, raised her out of the ground and kissed her, then Undyne said : “I REALLY LOVE YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND OK BYE SEE YOU LATER” before running away. Shocked, Alphys couldn’t move for 3 long minutes.

Then she get back to her home and let herself go against the door. “Wow, I didn’t even had to kidnap her so she will not forget. She is so perfect.”, then “Anyway, as I was saying, I have to find a way to make Papyrus wear a dress and make him angry.” Then she continued her day like nothing happened.

In Underswap :

It also happened in the first few days on the Surface. Alphys were shopping with Blue, because, you know, there was so much new things out there, and then she find a fish plushie and stayed still with it in her arms, looking sad. Blue, impatient, came to rush her, then show her sad. 

“Ah, Alphys... When will you tell her ?”  “Tell what who ?”  “To Undyne. That you like like her.”  “I don’t... I don’t...”  “Why is it so hard to go to her place and said “Undyne, I love you, please kiss me and make baby” or something.” “SANS ! That’s not how it’s working !” “Let’s roleplay. I will show you how to do it.”

Then Blue pretended to be Undyne. He really sucked at it. Eventually, while Blue was yelling “OH ALPHYS KISS ME WITH THE PULPY THINGS ON YOUR MOUTH”, Undyne showed up. She looked the scene in horror, then ran away. Alphys has to run after her. Undyne was crying and saying that it was ok, she understand that Alphys prefered Sans to her, then Alphys kissed her.

“I’m not into Baby Bones. But sexy hot looking fish on the other hand...”

Undyne flustered. Then Blue appeared out of nowhere and said :

“See ! I know you could do it mweh heh heh. Now the baby !”

Well... Maybe not (now).

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[yastaghr]

Nightmare’s Gang of Wranglers 3

Summary: The first ride and the first camp are achieved. The fire brings out something new in everyone.

Link: The first ride and the first camp are achieved. The fire brings out something new in everyone.

The first ride of the trip was always the most problematic. This trip was no exception. Nightmare had sighed when Ink had lost his stirrups the first time. The next three times had been annoying. After that it had ceased to be annoying and started to become funny. Rustle wasn’t going to let him fall, and it wasn’t like Nightmare himself hadn’t ridden without stirrups before. Just so long as he kept his heels down Nightmare would be happy.

But that was just the start of the problems. Dream was turning out to be just as annoying as he knew he’d be, but for an entirely different problem. That problem had a name. His name was Cross. Cross, apparently, hadn’t taken enough heed of all the stories Nightmare had shared with his gang about Dream. Cross was too thirsty for that. He was taking full advantage of his position behind Dream to watch his ass. Yes, he said it was because he wanted to be sure of the other’s seat, but Nightmare knew better. One, he knew that Dream’s seat was impeccable, and two, he could see the purple blush on Cross’ cheeks. He was just lucky that Dream didn’t notice. He would only pay for ogling a client, not for trying to go behind Killer’s and Nightmare’s backs.

The next problem was Dust. It was always like this; as soon as he thought Nightmare had gone out of his hearing range he started talking to his brother. Nightmare sighed. Blue didn’t seem too disturbed, but that couldn’t be said of his pony. Berry hadn’t ridden near Dust recently, so the gelding must have forgotten about his chattering. His ears were constantly swiveled back, but Blue seemed to be handling him well. His seat was good and his hands were soft even as he maintained control over the horse. That made Nightmare feel better about letting him stay there.

The last problem, and one that Nightmare had been predicting, was Ink’s paints. Their sloshing around was scaring the pack train. Blood and Sugar eventually had the whole line stop so they could redistribute the load. That seemed to calm down the mules, but Cherry was being his usual spooky self. That was okay. They were used to Cherry’s spookiness.

Nightmare was impressed when they made the first stopping place in reasonable time. He had allowed for much more malarky than actually occurred. Unfortunately it looked like they needed that time. The camp was in shambles. If Nightmare had to guess he would have said that a herd of elk had bedded down there recently. The trees were still leaking sap, the grass was laid flat by the weight of those sleeping bodies, and the tents that were the sleeping areas were torn to the ground. Nightmare sighed. It would take at least an hour to fix everything.

His crew immediately ground tied their horses and got to work. Dust and Blood saw to the grass, fluffing it up so that the horses could actually eat. Cross set to gathering firewood and wiping down the trees. Sugar looked after the pack train. Error used his strings to fix the tents, and Killer helped Ink to dismount. Dream and Blue had gotten down and were looking around.

“How can we help, brother?” Dream said instantly, Blue right beside him. Nightmare blinked his one eye at him. He hadn’t expected them to want to help.

“Why don’t you… help Sugar unload the food for tonight?” He eventually said. He still didn’t trust his brother, not after what he had done, but he knew that unpacking the mules would be very hard to mess up.

Dream and Blue nodded, ground tied their horses, and walked calmly over to Sugar. Good. They at least knew better than to spook the horses.

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Killer’s soft voice interrupted his focus on his brother. “Somebody’s got a crush, huh?”

Nightmare spun to face him. Killer had his signature grin on his face, and his soul was beating at a speed Nightmare recognized as happy. Nightmare relaxed slightly and said, “I didn’t realise Cross was being so obvious. He’s been ogling Dream’s ass this entire time.”

Killer chuckled. Nightmare didn’t see what was so funny. “Yeah, Cross. The big guy’s always had a soft spot for people who dote on the horses.”

Nightmare tilted his head. He didn’t particularly remember Cross being like that in the past, but Killer was miles away more observant than he was. That was why Nightmare trusted him to be his second in command. He was a general; Killer was his chief of intelligence. Neither of them could operate without the other. And they both needed Cross to keep the peace between them and guard against the dangers of the road.

“Well, he’d better be prepared to meet the consequences of his actions. Dream is a client, and he is definitely not a part of our relationship. What would you say would be an appropriate punishment? 15 lashes?”

Killer grinned. If there was ever a monster who was the definition of a sadist, it was Killer.  “Oh, at least. I’d say we edge him a few times, too.”

Nightmare shook his head. He had the final say in this, and he thought that that was going a bit too far. “It’s only been a few hours, Killer. If he continues this behaviour tomorrow, then we can think about edging him. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir!” Killer said, saluting. Then he wandered off to begin unsaddling the horses for the night and getting everything ready for supper.

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Blue was fascinated by the fire. He could vaguely hear the rest of the Star Sanses and Nightmare’s Gang moving around, setting up things for the night, cooking food on the other side of the fire, and, in Ink’s case, chattering away. None of that really mattered to him right now, though. His whole attention was consumed by the fire.

It had been so long since he had seen an untamed fire like this. When he was younger he saw them every weekend while his Dad was still alright and well. Then, after his accident, Blue had seen them every night as he struggled to raise a child all on his own. Then Stretch had grown up enough to say he hated the smell of smoke and that was that. Blue hadn’t realized how much he missed it until now.

Blue’s hypnotized state ended when one of Nightmare’s Gang sat next to him and passed him a cup. Blue looked into it. It seemed to have… ketchup?

“Here, drink it. I’ve never met a Sans who didn’t like a condiment, and you’re pretty cute, so enjoy,” The stranger said. His voice was deeper than Blue would have pictured, deeper and hoarser. Blue would have predicted the hoarseness after all of the talking this monster had done today.

Blue honestly wasn’t sure who the monster behind him had been talking to, but he couldn’t judge. One of his best friends still hadn’t stopped talking. Ink would have been hoarse had he been a normal monster. He wasn’t.  It wasn’t that he was crazy. Ink was the kind of anomaly that rules had to be built around. So was the dark boned skeleton Blue recognized from a few years ago. Now if only Blue knew his n-

“What’s your name, anyway? I’m Sans, obviously, but most people call me Dust. Not my brother, though. He still calls me Sans,” Dust said with a grin, his mismatched eye lights shining bright. The concentric rings of red and purple were almost as fascinating as the fire.

“I’m Blue,” he said, startled, “Technically it’s Dr. Blue, but I don’t actually practice at the moment, so most people call me Blue. My brother calls me Sans, though, too.”

The wide smile that shone from Dust’s skull was dazzling. Blue’s eye lights widened as he took it in. Wow, Dust was cute. A blush spread across Blue’s maxilla, along with a hesitant smile. Maybe he could do something about that? Stretch wouldn’t be happy, but he already wasn’t happy about this little trip. What would be the harm in having a little fun?

“Well, Dr. Blue, I’d love to have you examine me sometime,” Dust said, waggling his brow bones.

Oh, that was flirting! Blue knew what to do with flirting. He batted his eyelids back at Dust and leaned in. “Oh, I’d be happy to. I’m sure you have some pieces of your anatomy that can fascinate me for hours. I might even have one or two suggestions that would make your life more… pleasurable! Mweh heh heh heh!”

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Ink overheard his friend laughing and grinned from ear to ear. “Yay, Blue! I’m glad he’s feeling good enough to laugh. He’s always so stuffy! That was one of the reasons we took this trip; to make Blue relax a bit! He-”

“Stars, do you ever shut up?” Error growled. He was securing the last string to the ground with some kind of spike. Ink didn’t know the names of any of this stuff, and he barely knew Error’s name. As far as he was aware he had never left the city before. Then again, his memory was absolutely horrible. Not as bad as Blue’s dad’s, but still objectively horrible. Good thing he wasn’t objective!

“Nope!” Ink said, popping the p. “I don’t like it when things are quiet at all! It’s super scary and makes me feel isolated and alone in a place where no one can rescue me. The same thing happens if I see too much of the color white! It’s kind of a trigger, so I fill up the silence with as much noise as I can and make lots of art! I’m constantly repainting the walls of my apartment, and I always have some music playing at home.”

Error was giving Ink the funniest look. It was almost… sympathetic? Curiosity sparked in Ink’s mind. Why would anyone relate to an experience like that? Ink was about to ask when Error spoke up. “That’s stupid. You’ve got actual friends, idiot. They’re not going to abandon you.”

Ink nodded. “I know that, but that’s not how triggers work. Triggers are totally illogical. They’re weird little psychological phenomena that we don’t fully understand. A trigger can be anything from the smell of lilacs, to the taste of chemo medicine, to the feeling of tulle between your toes, to the sight of a specific crack on the ceiling of your house, to-”

“The sound of door locks? Those ones with a full bar you lock into place with a key?” Error asked suddenly.

Ink took in the sight of him. Error looked haunted. Interesting. Ink’s curiosity made him a promise: he would find out everything about Error and his past that he could to satisfy his own curiosity. If he was going to do that, however, he needed to win Error’s trust.

“Yeah! That’s definitely something that could be a trigger,” Ink said, then he went on, “and it’s not like you’d have to know why it was a trigger, either. Sometimes we just have something that’s triggering to us without any explanation. Dream is that way about moles. The little furry animal, I mean. Totally sends him into a panic attack whenever they show up in a nature documentary we’re watching. Blue now likes to pre-screen any movies we’re going to see, just in case. Actually, he pre-screens them for a lot of things. Useless sex scenes, for one.”

Error snorted. Ink blinked at him, feeling an unfamiliar paint combination roll over him. He couldn’t have put a name to it, but there were bits of yellow, pink, and green in there. Yellow was happiness of all sorts, pink was affection or love, and green was the need for something. It could be the need for information, or food, or a plan, or… anything, really.

“Don’t,” Error snorted, “Don’t tell me you’re one of those sex purists who thinks you should only have sex after marriage. That’s so stupid.”

Ink laughed his own unique laugh that couldn’t decide between being a chuckle and a giggle. “No, I just think that those stupid sex scenes take away from the body of the story. Sometimes they’re good, but mostly they’re just put in for horny fans. They don’t even make any sense. People just don’t hop into bed with perfect strangers at the drop of the hat. At least, not any sane people. Not that sanity’s earned its good ratings, mind you.”

“Well that’s true,” Error agreed with distaste. “Sex shouldn’t be some kind of spectacle for anyone to see. I know I wouldn’t want anyone but my lover or lovers to see me like that. I might be the most handsome skeleton in existence, but that doesn’t mean I want to show myself off.”

It was Ink’s turn to snort. “You? Handsome? Your bones are black, Error. Don’t you know that the darker your bones are the less handsome of a skeleton you are?”

Error’s grin was absolutely crazy, and Ink couldn’t help but mirror it. It looked like so much fun! “That’s what they want you to think! After all, so many people are cursed with white bones. They had to come up with some way to boost everyone’s egos. Telling them that white bones are best is a good PR spin! I bet even you believe it about your own bones!”

Ink blinked at him, then slipped out of his overshirt and bared his bones. They were covered in patterns, almost random, that had more black to them than white. “It’s not like my bones are all white, though. I guess that means that, by your definition, I’m ugly, too! Oh well.”

Error’s larger eye light was now almost as wide as his socket. The other one, the grey one, had wandered off. Ink wondered if he could even see out of that eye or if he just had lazy eye. Either way it was disconcerting. “Well… you’re not that ugly. You’re less ugly than all those bleached-boned idiots in the movies. After all, you have some black on there. And the contrast looks… kind of nice, if a bit blurry. D’ya mind taking a step back?”

“Why?” Ink asked, tilting his head curiously.

“It’s none of your business why, chatterbox!” Error screeched, “Just do it!”

Ink sighed. He’d been doing so well with winning Error over, but nothing worth doing was worth doing too fast. He stepped back a few paces. “Alright, Error. Is this good?”

Error was too busy studying Ink’s patterns to answer. Ink studied his expression, committing it to memory. It was so… fascinating… the way he was staring at Ink. The play of light on the black bone of his skull was so enchanting, and the lines of his mouth were inviting in a way Ink couldn’t place. He longed to sketch it. Maybe later, after dinner, although the fire wouldn’t be  the ideal light source. Needs must, though!

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Killer grinned as everyone took up their positions around the fire. The small blue skeleton and Dust were already seated, flirting with each other like there was no tomorrow. The artist and Error were arguing, but it involved more words out of Error than Killer had heard the entire time he’d been working for them. Blood and Sugar were sitting as far apart as they could stand, cooking the food and shooting each other longing glances. Cross was sitting at attention next to Dream and shooting him the most adoring looks. Dream seemed just about as oblivious as Nightmare could be. He was staring into space, zoning out. That left Killer to work on Nightmare. Perfect.

“Hey, Boss~” Killer purred as he slid in next to Nightmare, taking one of his tentacles into his hands and slowly massaging it. It was tense as hell. It was pretty obvious who was causing their leader so much stress. His eye light was fixed on Dream like it had been nailed in place.

“Yes, Killer?” Nightmare said distractedly, his eye light not leaving Dream, “What is it?”

Killer brought the tentacle up to his teeth, kissing it. “The tension in your aura is palpable, Boss. You need to relax a bit. Let me lavish you with all the attention you so richly deserve.”

Nightmare turned to face him, his eyebrow raised and his one eye light showing Killer his amusement. “Laying it on a little thick tonight, aren’t you? What are you trying to do, impress me? You know you already do. Or are you trying to distract me from Cross’ misbehaviour? I can see him over there. He’s acting like a lovestruck teenager.”

So are you, Killer thought to himself, a lovestruck teenager that’s fallen in love with his biggest rival. Out loud he said, “If you want to say that about Cross you have to say that about all of them. Dust is flirting with that small blue one like it’s his favorite hobby, Blood and Sugar are doing their Romeo and Juliet act, and Error is arguing so much with that artist that I wouldn’t be surprised if his voice wasn’t hoarse tomorrow.”

“The small one is called Blue and the artist’s name is Ink,” Nightmare said absently.

Killer blinked at him, then smiled his most winning smile - the one he wore when he was trying not to get caught at something sketchy. “You know, it would probably be a good idea if we introduced everyone before matching people up for the night. Why don’t I get everyone’s attention and you can tell people who they’ll be sleeping with?”

Nightmare tore his eye light off of Dream just long enough to narrow it at Killer. Then he sighed and shrugged. “Fine, then. No knives, though. I know you like to show off, but please, save it for another time.”

Killer saluted with the half-ironic, half-serious form that drove Nightmare crazy. “Got it, Boss!”

Then he turned to the center of the fire everyone was gathered around, raised his hands to his mouth, and hollered, “Heylalo, skellies! Listen up, the boss has something to say!”

Eight heads turned to face him with expressions that varied from annoyance to curiosity to mildly dissociative. Killer frowned slightly. Blood he could understand, but why would Dream be dissociating? Had something happened to him since he and Nightmare parted ways? Or was it just the general absentmindedness of a normal monster? Killer vowed to find out.

Nightmare’s grunt interrupted his thoughts. Killer turned to face his handsome datemate and listened closely to the orders of the night. “Now that I have your attention, I’m going to introduce you all and tell you who you’ll be sleeping with. Remember that these arrangements might change as the trip goes on, so if you can’t handle sleeping with someone please let me know. Blood, Sugar,” He pointed to the two of them in turn, “you’ll be sleeping together in the red tent. Ink, Blue,” Again he pointed to each of them in turn, “You’ll be sleeping in the blue tent. Killer, Dream,” He signaled who each of them was, “you have the yellow tent. Error, Dust, please take the black tent,” He gestured at both of them. “Finally, Cross and myself will take the green tent. My name is Nightmare. Now, does anyone have any questions?”

The boss studied each face in turn, as did Killer. They would compare notes later.

Cross was blushing and averting his eyes from Nightmare’s face. He knew he was in trouble for today, but that didn’t stop him from looking forward to being punished. It never had before.

Blue was looking at Dust with longing and a flushed face. The expression was mutual. Interesting. Maybe they should be paired up in a tent tomorrow night. Dust could use a bit of a chance to unwind.

Ink had clearly lost interest in the conversation. He was looking around at the clearing with his hand twitching in the air. Long strokes, short curves, and forceful jabs would have painted a picture if Ink had only been holding a paintbrush. Killer would have bet any amount of money that he was already planning a drawing or two of their surroundings. Artists were like that.

Blood was eyeing the food with hunger, as usual. After what he had been through it was hardly a surprise. Sugar was beaming at his brother. Only his practiced eye told Killer that he was ready for their night’s more… intimate activities. Hopefully this time they wouldn’t get caught.

Dream was eyeing Killer with something like anxiety, except moreso. It almost looked like fear. It did look exactly like the expression Nightmare had turned on him the first time they’d been asked to share a tent. Huh.

Finally, there was Error. Error, as usual, was grumbling to himself. Killer knew exactly what he was upset about. He hated having to share a tent with anyone. He was always on edge, worried that they were going to bump into him in the night. He knew better by now, though, than to complain. Nightmare had no sympathy for his disgust at the touch of others anymore. No one had ever touched him at night. That wasn’t going to change.

Nightmare nodded when he was satisfied that no one was going to complain. “Good. Now, Blood, please serve out tonight’s food to everyone. It’s time to eat.”

#bad sanses #star sanses #errorink #dustberry #killercreammare #error sans #ink sans #dust sans #underswap sans #killer sans #cross sans #xtale sans #dream sans #nightmare sans #wranglers au #nightmares gang of wranglers fic #yastaghr

[nexttrickanvils]

✏+ The PT girls having a girls day out, bonus if they're cat-sitting Morgana for Akira.

Sorry this took so long and if the ending feels abrupt. ^^;

No Royal spoilers but a few vague spoilers for November for anyone who needs the warning.

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ANN: HEY! MAKOTO, FUTABA, HARU! GIRLS DAY OUT! US FOUR! WHAT DO YOU SAY!?

HARU: Oh. But shouldn’t we be focusing on what to do next?

MAKOTO: Normally I’d agree but I think a step away from everything going on might be a good idea for us. Especially you, Haru. Not to mention how we need to lay low.

FUTABA: Ehhhh… I admit I’m a little iffy on heading to well anywhere… but I guess as long as I’ve got you guys, it’ll be alright.

ANN: Sooooo where should we meet up?

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The girls decided on meeting in Shibuya since it was close enough for everyone and had plenty to do.

Ann volunteered to pick up Futaba at her house and ride the train with her. 

Though when she arrived at the Sakura house, she got a bit of a surprise.

“Lady Ann! You’re looking particularly lovely today!”

“Oh… Morgana… hi…”

Futaba sighed, “Yeah sorry about that, Akira foisted him off me today. Said he had something really important and was gonna be “out of commission” for most of the day so he needed someone to take care of Mona.”

“Hmph, like I needed to be watched over like some common house pet! But I don’t mind if it means spending the day with you, Lady Ann.”

Ann just gave an awkward smile. She was not oblivious, she’s known about Morgana’s giant crush on her for a while now. It kind of made her think of a little kid crushing on their older sibling’s friend which was why she tried to be nice and not mention or indulge him on the issue. She was sure he’d get over it… someday...

Futaba groaned and just shoved Morgana further into the bag she was carrying.

“Oh no you don’t, Cats-anova, this is Girl’s Day! Let’s get going.”

Ann shot Futaba a small quiet thanks as she walked alongside Futaba.

It didn’t take long before the trio were on the train and it didn’t take long for Ann to try to pass the time with conversation.

“So how’ve you been?”

“...Alright I guess.”

“And Boss?”

“He still fusses over me but I’ll take that over his reaction when he first found the card.”

Ann didn’t say anything but from what Akira told the group about what happened that night, she can imagine just how scary that confrontation was. If her parents had found out that she was throwing herself in danger… and associating with who is saying are murderers now…

Ann just put her hand on top of Futaba’s and gave her a comforting smile.

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Ann, Futaba, and Morgana met with Makoto and Haru by the station and after explaining Morgana’s presence (Haru didn’t mind and Makoto said she’d have a talk with Akira), their first stop was to get some foods and of course Ann’s first suggestion was her favorite crepe stand.

As they waited in line, Ann attempted to drag the others into some “girl talk.”

“Aw come on, no lucky guy or girl catching anyone’s eye?”

“After that mess with Eiko and that host, I really don’t want to think about romance.”

“Oh I’ve got someone in mind.” Remarked Futaba

The girls and Morgana stared at her in surprise.

“Wait, Really Futaba-Chan!?” asked Haru

“HOW!?” Asked Morgana

Futaba just grinned, “He’s strong, loyal to his friends, not particularly smart but he’s got heart where it matters… and he’s the prince of a war torn kingdom trying to bring peace to the land.”

The others sighed once they realized Futaba had fooled them while she gave her usual little laugh.

“Mweh-heh-heh, really had you guys going there! To be honest, everyone picks that guy as their love interest. I might go with someone else in the game just to be a contrarian. Although… mweh-heh-heh… I may or may not have learned of a certain fluffy someone spending time with our leader...”

Instantly Haru turned red and tried to cover her face.

“That’s…! Akira-kun’s just been… he’s... justbeingafriendand...”

Instantly, Ann took Haru’s arm, “Hey looks like we’re up next in line, do you have your order ready?”

“YES! Th-thank you, Ann-chan.”

As Makoto and Futaba waited for their friends to make their orders, the older girl shot a small glare at Futaba.

“That was entirely unnecessary, Futaba.”

“Hey Ann wanted gossip and neither of us are the go-tos for romantic topics.”

“How do you even know about Akira and Haru spending time together?”

“I have my ways.~”

Morgana briefly popped out of the bag, “Akira’s phone is still bugged.”

“Hey, don’t ruin the mystery!” Futaba shouted as she tried to shove the not-cat back into her bag

Makoto groaned as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

“In my defense! He has yet to ask me to remove it.”

“Probably because he keeps forgetting about it. If you’re not going to remove it anytime soon, at least give him and Haru some privacy.”

“Alright… and I’ll apologize to Haru too.”

“Mako-chan! Futaba-chan! You’re up next!”

Ann and Haru stepped aside to let Makoto and Futaba walk up to the register.

As they waited, Ann glanced over at Haru.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Y-yeah. I know Futaba-chan wasn’t trying to be mean but...”

“It was kind of embarrassing?”

Haru nodded as she took a nibble from her caramel apple crepe.

“To be honest… Akira did always seem to be protective of you ever since you joined.”

“Wh-what!? I mean...”

“I’m being serious, but um if you want some privacy, we’ll leave you alone… Just know that whatever happens, we’ll support you one hundred percent!”

“...Thank you.”

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After the girls had finished their treats, Futaba requested a trip to the arcade and while the others were still a little annoyed by Futaba’s snooping, they went ahead with the request.

Haru looked around with wide eyes, this was certainly a new experience for her, Futaba offered to look around with her since this was also her first time and as an apology for said earlier snooping.

“They should have that new Dancing in Starlight game!”

“Dancing game!?”

Makoto and Ann stayed together and glanced around.

“You know, I think the last time I was here was in middle school and that was because Shiho dragged me here.”

“I’ve only been here once, Akira took me because I wanted to get better at talking to… people our age.”

Ann chuckled a little at that as Makoto turned away to hide her blushing. That was when something caught her eye.

It was a claw machine and inside was a good amount of Buchimaru plush toys.

Ann quickly noticed Makoto staring and looked over at the machine.

“Oh wow, Buchimaru stuff! I haven’t seen those in a while!”

The two walked over, Makoto still nervous to mention her love for the little panda mascot.

“O-oh, you were a fan?”

“Granny Takamaki would always send Buchimaru and Friends merchandise to me for my birthday when my parents and I still lived in Finland and the US. My favorite was the cat with the beret decorated with sprinkles.”

“Oh you mean, Kurineko-Chan.”

“Yeah! You like them too, Makoto?”

“I… well...”

“Hey it’s okay, I’m not going to judge you.”

“...Yeah…”

With that, Ann smiled, “Great, let’s see if we can win those plushies!”

At first Makoto was unsure but then she truly got into the spirit as she got so much closer and closer with each failed attempt. Until finally…

“YOU DID IT!”

“I did it...”

The smile on Makoto’s face was probably one of the brightest Ann had seen from her friend.

The two decided to go find Futaba and Haru, they quickly found the two still on that dancing game machine and were obviously having a lot of fun as Morgana watched from his hiding spot in the bag.

As the current song ended, Haru turned around and waved towards them.

“Mako-chan! You should try this out!”

Without waiting for an answer, Haru took Makoto’s hands and brought her up to the dance mat.

“Hey! Two against one isn’t fair! Ann, Back-up needs back-up!”

Ann laughed as she joined Futaba's side and the four girls just chaotically “danced” their hearts out.

As Morgana watched, he couldn’t help but admire Lady Ann’s kindness and her love for her friends.

#Persona 5 #meme answers #Anvil Writings #captmickey #Also sorry not sorry for sneaking my Shuharu Agenda in there

[blues-fandom-bullshit]

Moving In

So, moving into a house was your objective. But, having a gargoyle roommate, two aquatic sweethearts, and seven more cryptic-like beings was a plus. So, what better way to take advantage of the situation, than to have them help?

Mono (Classic, Sans)- Convincing- He internally huffs, both irritated by your ignorance to gargoyles even though the opinions on gargoyles varies and.. amusement? You see, you asked him to help, not told him. You’re the first to ever do that. But, he still doesn’t trust you. How he helps- He, actually isn’t allowed inside the house. No gargoyle is.. Without trust in his housemaster and their trust in him. He doesn’t even want to help. But he has to, by your wish. But, he’s surprised when you say he doesn’t have to, but doesn’t voice it. He doesn’t trust you. He won’t.. He won’t. That’s what he tells himself. Give him some time to come around. What the others say- They don’t really say anything. They know he can’t really help with how his subspecies of monster works, along with his distrust and dislike of humans. But Talie will encourage him to try and bond with you. “Try someone else.. I can’t-” ‘Won’t.’ “-help you..” “Sorry..”

Talie (Classic, Papyrus)- Convincing- With Talie all you need to do is open your mouth and he’s in. But, with these tentacles? It’s sort of hard.  How he helps- Like his brother, he can’t exactly go inside your house to help. He wants to, he really wants to. But, with him being stuck in water, he can’t. He’ll, with his brother, help on the outside.. Close to the water. Give decoration advice, tell you when you need to take a break, the like. What the others say- Honestly? He’s too lovable by them all maybe not all.. DomniCentri that they don’t care since he can’t help it. “Gee, Human, I Wish I Could, But I Wouldn’t Be Much Help. Nyeh Heh Heh!”

Envei (Swap, Blue)- Convincing- Honestly, you’re at a loss here too. Maybe in another timeline he could, one where he was a terrestrial or aerial being. How he helps- Like his other aquatic counterpart, he also can’t leave water.. As far as he knows. He could turn into a human, with legs, but Taif hasn’t told him of this due to protective natures. In the meantime, he’ll try to go on land, going as far as the shore. His fears keep him from going any further. What the others say- Like with Talie, they can’t blame him for his limited reach. However, they are more appreciative of the fact he can’t when it comes to you. He’s rather.. sexual and has taken interest in you. “Oh, You Need My Help, Now Do You? Well, I Could Certainly Help Myself With You~ Mweh Heh Heh! I’m Joking Human! Wish I Could. Try My Brother.”

Taif (Swap, Honey)- Convincing- It make take a bit. He’s distrusting, anxious, honored, and a bit smug. You want his help. His help. His help. You’re jus making him feel more guilty about lying about his real name. How he helps- He’s a bit nervous, to say the least. His fae instincts are going ecstatic. You’re not supposed to invite fae into your home unless you’re prepared. Then again.. you don’t really know.. And he doesn’t want to break your trust in him. Still.. you do want his help.. And you do have some drinks and food to offer.. Fine. He’ll help.. But, he’s helping with the small things, no matter what the others say. What the others say- They’re more protective of you due to him being a fae and the faery nature. Still, they’ll make sure he stays polite. “Y-you want my help..? …Uh... I-I could try.. Fine! I-I’ll help!”

Domni (Fell, Red)- Convincing- All you needed to say was his name! He may seem rough around the edges, and rather lewd, but he just has this need to feel useful, so you asking for his help fuels something in him that’s more intimate than sex. How he tries to help- He’s more than willing to help! Plus, he gets to look at your cute little ass and impress you with his rather thick humorous bones and strength. Everyone know he’s showing off. But if you mention his strength, he’ll smirk, lift your chin some, and comment on how he has “something big and just as powerful” for you. What the others say- With Domni, it’s just eye rolls. They know he’s trying to impress you. Typical. Well, they’ll make sure he doesn’t try anything passed lewd flirting and light touching. “What’s wrong sweetheart? Oh? This? I can carry more than just a dresser. Hand me another one. Ya know what? Get on my shoulders while your at it!” 

Viper (Fell, Boss/Edge/Crimson/Spice)- Convincing- Truthfully, he snap some and say he’s busy and will try to slither away, but if your expression drops from pleading to a limp frown and downcast eyes, or you give him just the sweetest pleading eyes, his soul clenches and he caves. How he helps- Like his brother, he’s rather strong, so the heavy lifting is also split with him. Of course, he’ll 'subtly’ keep looking at you because that makes him think you’re watching, so he has to be at his top game. What the others think- Geez, calm the fuck down! You barely know this human! They find it kind of annoying because he keeps getting it the way. Probably his superiority complex. But, under that, they’re surprised. Viper only does something for someone else if he gets something out of it in return. “Watch Out Human! You Almost Tripped Over The Vampiric Viper! Shut The Fuck Up Domni! I’m Not Showing Off For This Vile Creature! Get You’re Head Off Of You’re Tail!”

Centri (SwapFell Red, Black/BlackBerry)- Convincing- It takes a bit, and a bit of pleading from Relib before he caves. How he helps- Due to his harpy powers, he’s carrying an entire bed up the stairs without even changing his mild scowl. It’s almost admirable, and he gets a sweet dark ginger flush as you gawk at him not even breaking a sweat while he easily lists your refrigerator over his shoulder. The previous owner took theirs and the landlord gave you a used one beforehand. What the others think- They’re shocked. Centri never, never, helps anyone on his terms. Call him selfish, but he much prefers doing things on his own, and would rather people learn to do that Relib, his sweet older brother, is fine though as well. “No! Screw Off, Pest!” “Fine! But Only Because I Need To Keep An Eye On The Idiots So They Don’t Harm My Servant” 

Relib (SwapFell Red, Mutt/BBQ/Puppy/Rus)- Convincing- Relib is another skeleton that all you have to do is ask and he’s already asking back where you want stuff. How he helps- He isn’t as strong as the others around, so he helps with small things. Offering arrangement places, putting away books, hanging up picture, washing dishes, handing out drinks and snacks at breaks. What the others think- He’s just the same old Relib, but.. he seems to have gained some confidence with you, and not the mask he puts up. “W-Would it be okay here? Yeah? Alright.... That would look better to that wall, by the way.”

Ren (Horror, Blood/Axe/Skull)- Convincing- You don’t need to ask him. He just sees commotion happening and immediately shows up to see what’s happening. Good luck fending him off. How he helps- He just like a cat. A big, lazy, affectionate cat. He’s pulling you into his lap and whining when you insist you have to get up. What the others think- They naturally don’t like Ren, except for the aquatic brothers, but Envei is neutral with the wolf. He keeps distracting you, holding you, and is so damn clingy.. “*whine*... Come.. back..”

Inten (Horror, Crooks)- Convincing- He just sort of.. Follows his brother. When he appears he just sort of.. Helps without permission. But.. He's effective at it. How he helps- He does anything he can. Organizing, lifting, advising, anything he really can. Mostly though? He pulls you right back into his brothers lap when you’ve been away for too long ten minutes so that Ren isn’t lonely. What the others think- It’s annoying sometimes. Having someone go behind them as if they were children, or criticizing what they do or where they put stuff.. They’re all grown monsters and have been for years dammit! 

#ancif #anciftale #ancifswap #anciffell #ancifswapfell #ancifswapfellr #ancifhorror #undertale #underswap #underfell #swapfell #swapfellr #horrortale

[askjoshuafreeman]

A Whole New Day

"Joshuuuaa..." 

Drifting between a peaceful sleep and the waking world, Josh could faintly hear his name being called. It crept at the edges of his unconscious mind, rousing him just enough to listen. 

"Joooosshh, heeeey..." 

There it was again. It sounded... familiar, but the fog of drowsiness seemed to cloud his memory. Perhaps it would help to awaken and open his eyes, but the warmth and comfort of the blankets seemed to keep him trapped in place, completely unwilling to move.

Luckily, the voice seemed to stop, allowing Joshua to begin drifting back into a dreamless rest. 

And then, with a soft 'fwap', J felt the soft impact of a pillow drop down onto his face.

"Joooosh! Wake uuuuup!" He could hear the voice, which was unmistakably Allen, whine out again. 

"It's 10 in the morniiiing! Get your ass uuuuppp!"

Josh placed his hands on both ends of the pillow and pushed it off as hard as he could, launching the soft headrest halfway across the room. Above him was, you guessed it, Allen, smugly grinning down at the groggy teen. 

"Didn't ask for a wake-up call, y'know..." J grumbled, rubbing his eyes. 

"Awh, whaaaat? Wanted me to let ya sleep the day away? C'mon! Get up! Get dressed! Let's go dooo something!" Al chuckled, kicking off the blankets and jumping out of bed. Joshua rolled his eyes as the boy stretched. 

"No off-switch on you, is there?" 

"Pfft! You kidding?! Of course there ain't! I'm PUMPED!" 

"Mmnh? Really now? Why's that?" 

"Why wouldn't I be?! I'm spending the whole-ass day with my best bud! Of course I'd be pumped!" 

A smile crept along Joshua's lips as he struggled to not laugh. Unfortunately, it seemed Allen caught sight of it. With a grin, Allen sat back down on the bed, reached over and cupped the boy's face gently in his hands. 

"Awwh, what's that! Whassat! Is that a smiiile? Is Joshie Grumpman givin' me a liiil smile~?" 

"Mnnhh, nooooo!" J did his best to frown, only to burst out laughing. 

"You aaaaree! Haha! You're givin' me the finest thing ta see this mornin'!" 

"Ppfftt, shut uuuuup! You're being an idiot, Al!" 

"Awh, c'mon, someone's gotta be." He chuckled back, only to pause, his grin faltering slightly as he gazed at Joshua. 

"... Hm? You alright?" Josh asked after the brief silence. Allen released him and stood back up. 

"Mhm, should prolly let ya get dressed, heh. We're headin' to the diner!" 

"Wh! But we could just make some breakfast here!" 

"Pfft, yeah. And? What sounds fancier? "Oh lemme make some bomb ass bacon n eggs" or "hey, let's order a sick brunch to kick off the day"? 'Sides, I'll be the one paying, dummy." Allen glanced over at Josh, seeming to be waiting for a confirmation despite having clearly made up his mind.

J rolled his eyes. "Fine fine, whatever. Hah, if you keep bringing me there, people might start thinking you like me, o' unholy spawn." 

"Mweh mweh, just get dressed. I'll wait for ya downstairs." Allen scooped up his schoolbag and left the room, shutting the door behind him. 

Joshua flopped back down on his mattress with a loud sigh. God, he was tired. Even with the full night's sleep and Allen's generosity of allowing him to sleep in, his body still felt like burying itself right back beneath the blankets and sleeping for days on end...

What was wrong with him? It's like all his energy had just been zapped away... 

He glanced over at his dresser, mulling over the situation. Breakfast may help a bit... but what then? He didn't want to spend the whole day in town like this, but... he didn't want to disappoint Allen either. Even after telling him all he knew about the Device, Josh still didn't exactly spend that much time with him outside of school. Hell, he hasn't been spending much time with anyone these days. Most of his energy is devoted to the Device and the prospect of finding out the truth. Hell, any time he spends away from it feels like wasted time, as though the whole thing may just vanish one day if he doesn't solve all of this fast enough. 

Joshua winced slightly, pushing himself up and forcing himself to stand. He blinked away a few oncoming tears as he stepped over to his wardrobe. He wasn't gonna lose it this morning. Not while Allen is here. Calm down... deep breaths... deep breaths... It was gonna be fine... It. It was... He couldn't cry now, not when he had no clue how he'd explain himself to his best friend... 

He glanced over at the computer, the whole thing much more silent when it was off. It felt eerie, almost. He'd grown so used to the soft hum it let out while in sleep mode... He never really shut it off before, as if he were afraid it'd never turn on again. Maybe that would've been the case before the optimization, but that clearly wouldn't happen now.

Still... a part of him wanted to turn it on despite their upcoming departure. Of course, he thought against it. CB would be too confused and maybe a bit hurt if he did that. He'd just have to wait until they returned. 

That would be fine, right? 

~~~~~~~~

"Can you believe they still won't let me back in there? I mean, the nerve of some peeps, y'know?" 

"Allen, you blew up a gumball machine, I think they're in the right to ban you." 

"Pwssh, says who? Damn thing hardly went out with a bang anyways. All that happened was the gumballs melted and a few kids got spooked by the sound. No one got hurt except for my pride!" 

The two had been walking for a good ten minutes, during which Allen rattled on about this old candy shop he used to visit back when he was eleven. It was a story he hadn't told Josh before, which would've surprised the boy had Al not also mentioned that the only reason he thought to bring it up was because he recently drove out of town to check if the place was still running. It was, surprisingly enough. Even more surprising to him was the fact that they were still enforcing the ban. 

Joshua could only laugh, shaking his head at the absurdity of it all. "God... Al, your hot headed impulsiveness is gonna get you killed some day." 

The taller teen scoffed. "Pfft! Please! My hot headed impulsiveness'll prolly save your damn life some day, just you wai-"

Only to then pause and stop walking completely. Josh turned back to glance at him, only to notice the concerned look in his friend's eyes. 

"... Allen? You okay...?" 

Allen drew his lips into a line, scrunching up his eyebrows. "Do... Can you... hear that?" He asked, darting his head about. 

"I... A-Al, I don't hear anything... What are you-" 

Allen quickly took the other boy's hand and pulled him close, eyes scanning the area. They had reached the diner by now, all they needed to do was head right past the parking lot and enter it. If Allen was worried about anything, they wouldn't be too far from other people, so why...

Why did he look so scared? 

"Allen...? Allen, answer me! What's wrong?!" 

"... I... No... no no, it's... Joshua, stay behind me, alright?" He finally responded, which only served to confuse Josh even more. 

"What do you mean-? Tell me what's going on first!" 

"Just trust me, alright? Get behind me. Now." Allen pleaded more than demanded of him. Seeing as protesting was getting him nowhere, Josh went along and did as he was told, holding Al's hand tightly as they finally entered the parking lot. 

And there, leaned up against the restaurant, singing a colourful tune the shade of a pear, was, undoubtedly, Benrey. It couldn't be anyone else. No one was as deathly pale, with hair as dark as the abyss, the shade of which seemed to melt over the man's eyes and nose blanketing his upper face in complete darkness. Well, apart from those glistening eyes... 

Allen narrowed his eyes and grit his teeth, removing his hand from Josh's hold to ensure the boy stayed behind him. It was at this moment the former guard seemed to notice them.

Benrey slowly shifted his gaze to the boys, keeping his body still as he gave them both an unenthusiastic stare, eyes almost seeming to glow against the darkness. None spoke for a long while, all nearly completely stunned by the appearance of the other. 

After what felt like ages, Benrey ended his symphony of yellow and finally spoke, uttering a single word:

"yo."

#jfreeman #not an ask #act 3: l'appel du vide #allen.host #joshua.host #you catch a glimpse...but... #something's changed #benrey.host

[hlvrai-loving]

Tricks, Treats, And a Falling Out

"Spooky scary skeletons~" Josh softly hums, dabbing a bit of white face paint onto his cheeks. He wouldn't be doing his whole face, of course, but what little he did put would serve as a nice nod to the Batter's monochrome appearance.

"... send shivers down your spiiine~" Then again... monochrome is black, white, and gray, right? There's probably another word for just the two opposing shades...

His phone buzzed on the countertop, a message reminding him to bring water and to be ready in five. Well, what luck it was that he was already dressed, wasn't it? As for water... Josh decided to bring his backpack for any refreshments he'd inevitably end up carrying, starting with a few bottles filled to the brim with cold water.

With most of his costume ready in advance, Joshua placed the cap on his head and checked in on his room, just to ensure he hadn't forgotten anything.

And it was then that his eyes fell on the aluminum bat.

Things... Stakes, you could call them, seemed to be mounting these days. Whatever the hell happened with the eyes and... that man... they wouldn't stop just for the sake of a holiday. He'd kept himself from bringing it to school, of course, but... trick or treating would be different. Even with his friends and Tiff around, he wouldn't be safe... Even if he'd hate to admit it, Joshua knew it'd be better safe than sorry.

And so went the bat into the bag, for later protection.

After that little debate with himself, Josh made his way to the device, explaining to CB and his "friends on the other side" that he'd be unavailable for the night and that he wished for them to take care and keep an eye out. And with that, another buzz of his phone let him know the time had come.

Tossing the bag onto his back, the teen hit the lights and left the room.

Upon opening the front door, he was greeted to the sight of Allen, a jumpy tune coming from his person as the visualizer displayed on his jacket danced. "Yo yo yoooo~! Wassup Dorkman? Ready to purify?" He let out, causing Josh to giggle.

"Yeah yeah, just about. What is going on theeere?" He questioned, referring to the animated clothing. Al grinned, glancing down at it.

"Awe, this ol' thing? Just a little something foster Pops helped me out with. It's connected to the music on my phone and lights up to the beat. Hook in a few speakers here and there and you've got the KING OF DUBSTEP, BUDDY! Heh, same thing's going on with the glasses, but, uh, can't really see shit when it's going off so I'm only turning that on when I really don't need to use my eyes anyways."

"Ghdfff!! What!! You're telling me you just invented a new kind of jacket like it was nothing??"

Al shrugged. ""Invented" is too strong a word for something like this. I'd rather call it "pushing the limits of reality". Much more humble."

J laughed softly. "H-humble my ass, you douche! God damn it, Al."

"Mweh mweh, can we getta move on? The girls are waiting for us a little ways down the road."

"Ey, don't you tell me what to do!"

"Oi, you talking back ta me? Ya givin' me liiip?" The pale teen made sure to pop the "p" as best as he could. Josh couldn't help but smile, shutting and locking the door behind him as he made his way out.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Al."

The night air hung cold, Autumn managing to chill even this town it seemed. As far as Joshua knew, this was the first time he could recall actually shivering upon heading outside. Allen seemed to notice this, lightly hitting his arm.

"Cold cuz you haven't been out in months, ey Joshie?"

"Oh shut it, I'm not cold. Just... It's a bit chillier than I remember."

"Yeah yeah, Mr "I wear a blanket while cruising the space-web"!"

"Shut uuuupp! I do nooot!"

"Do toooo! I saw you when I visited!"

The teen lightly punched his friend's arm right back. "Hush it, would you? Now, where're the girls?" He pondered, resulting in Allen taking him by the wrist and leading him forward as a new song started.

"Riiiight over here, Dorkman."

And sure enough, there they were. Clera was gushing over Tiff's modern take on the stitched together monstrosity, while Tiff was doing her damndest to deny that it was really anything to be impressed over. Upon seeing the boys arrive, Clera quickly made her way over, excited as ever. Her black top and adjoining skirt were riddled with hearts and flowery patterns, which shimmered ever so slightly in the light of the street lamps.

"Joshie!! Hiiii! Your costume looks great!" She chirped out, her contagious enthusiasm causing even Joshua's woes to fade onto his mind's abyss for a little bit longer.

He smiled. "Hahah, it's really nothing. Especially not compared to yours! Did you make it yourself, Cler?"

Her eyes lit up at his kind words, fingers trailing the lace hem of the skirt. "Ehehee! You know it! I sketched it out then I coloured it and me and dad had to go out to get the right fabrics for it, then we went ahead and made it proper! I had to buy the shoes though."

"Wow... How long'd that take you?"

"Around a month!" She giggled.

"Jesus, just a month? Where'd you find the time to make it?" Allen butted in, rather surprised.

She shrugged. "Ooh, but mine's nothing compared to Tiff's!! Give it a looook! Doesn't she look great?" She cheered, the other girl bashfully turning away.

"Cler, mine's not that gooood! Stoooop!" She pleaded, looking away. And, true, it wasn't much. Just a leather jacket, an electric blue shirt, some torn black jeans, and the more "monsterful" additions the studs, makeup, and spray dye gave. It was for the most part the bare minimum one would need to say they were in costume, but... it was still a costume nonetheless.

May as well praise the effort.

"Yeah, hah, she looks amazing, Cler." Josh smiled. Allen, on the other hand...

"Well... It's not exactly creative, is it?" He grinned, earning an annoyed glare from Tiff and an unamused pout from Clera.

"Sooo? She still did her best! I think it looks incredible!" The petite witch told, reassuringly holding her girlfriend's arm.

"Yeah, at least I'm not a walking light show. How was that creative?" Tiff retorted.

"Ey ey, excuse my goddamn French, but did you just diss the drip, Tiffy?"

"That is not "drip"! That's a jacket that lights up! You may as well have gone as a lamp!"

"Oh ho ho! Is that whatcha think?? Well, listen here-"

"Guys!" Joshua interjected. Evidently, it seemed something may have happened between the two beforehand to cause such tension... "Let's just... wh-why don't we just get started, huh? We're, uh, h-here to trick or treat, aren't we? S-so, heh..."

At Tiff's side, Clera uncomfortably shifted. The taller teen let out a sigh. "Fine fine. Might as well... My folks want me to be home at 11, so we're better off not wasting time."

"We won't. I promise you, we'll have more than enough time to get all the candy we could ever need before 11." Josh gave a small smile as Tiff coldly stared down at him.

"Yeah yeah..." She muttered, heading to the house nearest to them with Clera. Before he could follow, Josh pulled Allen aside.

"What was that about?" He asked.

"What'dya mean?"

"Al, don't play dumb with me. Did you and Tiff have a fight or something? You looked like you were both on the verge of throwing hands or something!"

Allen shrugged, clearly uninterested in providing an actual response. "Dunno... Didn't you just say a second ago that we have to start? Shouldn't we join 'em before they hit up too many houses?"

Joshua sighed, figuring Al would just keep denying it if he continued. "Fine, but I'm not dropping the subject."

"Oh, you will." The pale boy reassured, patting Joshua's shoulder as he passed him by. He frowned slightly. Later, he would get to the bottom of this, but for now?... For now, he supposed he had no choice but to follow his friend and truly start their night of candy hunting.

With a quick glance at the emptiness behind him, Joshua made his way forward to their first house of the night.

~~~~~~~

"Never thought I'd see the day." Al smirked, tearing open a chocolate bar. "Figured full-sized treats were but a legend these days!"

"Dude, aren't you supposed to, like, look through those?" Tiff regarded, dismissively running her fingers through her hair.

"Pfft, why? Not like anyone would bother tampering with these." He sneered, messily devouring the entire confection as the girl turned away in disgust.

The group had decided to take a short break, hydrating and taking a short sit on a park bench. They'd amassed quite an impressive stash of sugary goodness, as well as more than a few snide remarks surrounding their age, but the latter wasn't important at the moment.

Instead, Joshua's attention was focused solely on the empty playground ahead, the swings swaying softly in the gentle breeze. Seemed like only yesterday, he was still having fun in a set just like this. He and his friends would play for hours, making up silly games with whatever imaginary rules their minds could come up with. Running around, getting scrapes and bruises and thinking it was the end of the world, as if that was the worst they would ever get hurt...

He sat back against the bench, feeling more tired than ever. Things... were practically unrecognizable now than how they were when he was a kid. The idea of play and fun forever being within his reach had withered into nothing years ago, and the fears he had then couldn't hold a candle to whatever monsters kept him up on particularly stressful nights. It was all surreal... Unfamiliar, yet...

Josh shook his head slightly, he'd worry about all of that when the time came. It always did in the end. Might as well deny that bridge when he inevitably came to it, right?

"Joshie, hey..." Clera lightly nudged him, tearing the boy from his thoughts. He gave her a glance, and she happily showed him a chocolate witch someone placed in her bag. "It's a me!"

Joshua couldn't help but laugh. Once again, Cler unknowingly saves the day. "It sure is. Could do with a lot more hearts though, huh?"

"Ehehe! You know it!" She placed it back into her bag, lightly swinging her legs. "... So, Joshie?"

"Yeah?"

"What do you do all day when you're not at school?"

"... Ah, I..." He began playing with his fingers. "... Just... c-coding, mostly. Nothing m-much else, why?"

"Mmm... We don't get to see you much anymore."

"... R-right, I... I'm real sorry about that, I just-"

"I even had good ideas on what we could do together." She continued, her head down. "Better than the mall and a movie, i-if that's why. I can come up with better ones too if you don't like them."

"... Clera, you... I haven't stopped hanging with you guys because I didn't like it, I'm just... I'm going through a lot right now. Things that I... I can't explain to you correctly. I hardly-"

She cut him off, fidgeting slightly. "Because I wouldn't understand, right?"

He fell silent for a few brief moments, "I... C-Clera, it's more than th-that... I'm... It's a f-family matter... You know, p-personal. I haven't told a-anyone."

The girl remained unresponsive for a few moments, staring down at her feet. Then, she only answered with a quiet "Oh."

"... Hey, we... we've still got a few more houses to go before 11. Why don't we get back to it, huh?" He forced a gentle smile. "Maybe someone will give you more chocowitches..."

Clera gazed up at him with sad eyes, but nodded regardless, picking up her candy bag, standing from her seat, and brushing off her skirt. Josh went ahead and informed the other two that they were ready to head off once more.

And unseen from a nearby rooftop, a skeleton sang out a few notes of blue as it watched them leave.

#jfreeman #ask joshua freeman #hlvrai joshua #mostly just for my ask blog but i hope you enjoy it anyways #there was supposed to be more but this is so long already and I have no idea how to make a cut for this

[creative-poptart]

Okay so first of all HI ROLE MODEL and second of all can we get a kinda sadder Christmas ask where the SwapFell/Underswap bros' Honorary Sibling has a Christmas chorus recital they really REALLY want the skeles to go to because they've been practicing for months and for some reason the skele boi can't make it and HS is really sad because "I just wanted to show you I can do something good. I wanted to make you proud." Sorry for sad boi hours ROLE MODEL

*Aww, sad boi hours are back again. However, this is something that can be taken as really sweet in its own way, knowing that they wanted to go! I’ll still tag it for sad boi hours, though.

(Also this is super heckin late anD I SHOULD NOT BE A ROLE MODEL WHAT)

SF Sans/Black: He knows right from the get-go that you are positively buzzing with energy, getting ready for this recital. It was basically all you could talk about for a long time, and Black wanted to see you perform for almost as long. However, as he works with some reasonably sensitive information, and with some rather influential people, there are times when his schedule will change abruptly. You can’t really do much about it, but Black’s going to try his best to keep your spirits up. If there’s anything he can do, especially once you tell him that you wanted to do this for him, he’s going to do it. If he can schedule a meeting a day sooner or a day later, Black will pull any strings he’s got to make sure that he can go to your recital. If he can manage it, you’ll see him sitting in the front row of the audience, beaming up at you with a small smile the whole time.

“I, OF COURSE, WAS WORRIED THAT I WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO MAKE IT IN TIME FOR THE RECITAL, BUT THE MEETING FINISHED EARLY! SO HERE I AM. A WONDERFUL PERFORMANCE, BY THE WAY.”

SF Papyrus/Rus: If there’s something you’re going to be putting on, whether it’s a recital or a play, he wants to be there. Rus isn’t going to let many things get in the way of seeing his honorary sibling do something they love to do. The only possibility that could stop him would be if something catastrophic were to happen, and, unlucky you, it does. While Rus was trying to make you something special for the end of your performance, the oven catches fire, and he has to call the fire department. Both of you are now upset in that he can’t make it as he had to stay behind and make sure that the house isn’t going to crumble under the charred wood and material. You’re very upset at this, but Rus promises that as soon as he can, he’ll be coming to see you perform. It takes almost the entirety of the recital, but he finally shows up, just in time to watch your part.

“you really think i would just leave you hangin’ on tonight of all nights? ‘course not, i gotta see my ‘lil sib perform in their show, it’s my duty as your older brother, isn’t it? you did great, though.”

US Sans/Blue: As soon as he catches wind that you’ve got any kind of performance going on, Blue is ready to go! He even goes so far as to help be a part of the set-up/tear-down crew, if they need extra hands. There is hardly a single thing that would be untouched by him, simply because he wants to be able to be there to support you! The only downside is when the committee chair, who was supposed to be in charge of safety, fails to see something falling, Blue’s too much of a sucker for the sacrificial save. He pushes them to safety, and before he can shortcut away, he’s underneath a hefty stack of chairs. Blue will be okay after a few hours, but the recital is that night, and you had so looked forward to him being there. No matter what the doctor says about it, he’s going to be at that recital, even if it’s in a wheelchair, a small bouquet of flowers ready for you.

“THAT WAS INCREDIBLE, SIBLING!! I QUITE ENJOYED THE PERFORMANCE YOU AND THE OTHERS PUT ON! HM? OH, I AM FINE, JUST DON’T HUG ME TOO HARD, MWEH HEH HEH!”

US Papyrus/Stretch: As much as this skeleton is more neutral about the arts, there is no way that your recital is going to be missed. Stretch may not be super inclined to see all sorts of other performances, as he mostly sleeps through them, but for you? He’s going to take as many naps as possible before everyone gets started to see you. That plan backfires miserably when he has to go to work and stays up much later than he intended to. Now Stretch’s exhausted, unable to even see straight, and you’re really upset that he might sleep through the whole thing. You eventually have to go to the recital, picked up by one of your friends, and he’s going to take a quick nap, with his loudest alarm ready to wake him. Stretch almost doesn’t make it in time, but teleportation is a beautiful thing for circumventing traffic and other such roadblocks.

“of course i’m here, why in toriel’s name would i miss something like this? it’s important to you, so of course, it’s going to be important to me. there would be nothing keeping me from this.”

Thanks for the ask, @an-ironic-cheesecake!!

#undertale #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #underswap #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #swapfell #swapfell sans #swapfell papyrus #poptartasks #tarts answers

[annaraebananawriter]

How to Be Me

Yellow again everyone! Oh? What’s this? A oneshot that doesn’t focus on Dream? Wow, I didn’t think I had it in me. This one focuses on Blue from Underswap, who, in my opinion, can remember the RESETs.

Also, be sure to listen to this song, as this was inspired by it. Can it also fit original Sans? Yes. However, I think it fits Blue better, okay?

Fandom: Undertale, but specifically Underswap

Characters: Blue (Who belongs to P0pcornPr1nce)

Warnings: Implied Suicide, and I think that’s the only major one? Let me know!

Word Count: 1640

~oOo~

146.

Chara RESET the world 146 times.

Blue knew this how? Well, quite simply, he remembered, and he kept track. A shock, he’s sure. It’s true all the same. His brother knows about the timelines, the scientific part of them anyway, but he does not remember them.

Luckily.

Blue would not wish this on anyone. It’s a sort of hell, the worst kind of torture. He has to pretend every single day that everything is fine and not pointless. He has to be the hope of this world. The hope of his brother, who has already given up. Hope, hope, hope.

Hope, hope, hope.

Just keep hoping.

Though he wonders. How can he keep being the hope, when he barely has any left?

~oOo~

I don’t feel safe in this bed

~oOo~

Then they started the Genocide runs.

After a year of peacefulness on the surface. After they reached the ultimate happy ending. After his brother began to be happy, truly happy, for the first time in a long while. After Blue began to let himself hope that that run was the last, that they could actually live now.

Haha.

He was a goddam fool.

Before he opened his eyes, he knew what had happened. He tensed. If he opened his eyes, he was sure to be back Underground, in his old room. Tears slipped down his face slowly, dripping onto his pillow. A dry sob escaped him. He held his hands to his eyes, daring to look at the ceiling between them.

The blank ceiling, devoid of any glow-in-the-dark stars, gazed back at him tauntingly.

~oOo~

There are voices in my head

~oOo~

Voices of the past haunted his mind as he shook.

“C’mon, B-Blue! W-we got a morning j-jog to do!”

“Make sure you don’t burn the house down again, you two!”

“Bro, don’t worry! You’ll go great at this! After all, you’re the Magnificent Sans!”

They wouldn’t stop. They wouldn’t leave him alone.

He curled up on his side, his hands moving to cover his ears as he mumbled ‘stop’ over and over again. Over, and over, and over…

Just like his entire life.

~oOo~

I’ve been talking to the dead

And the fear baptized me

~oOo~

Blue stared at the pile of dust in front of him, the orange hoodie gazing back silent and still.

He had played along when they left the ruins covered in faint dust and carrying that knife. He had acted like it wasn’t a problem at all. He knew what would happen if he didn’t. It seems he was wrong.

He wasn’t their target.

His brother had evacuated the town. Told him to go with, which he did for a bit, then he teleported away and arrived in time to see his brother’s head get chopped off. Yet, besides being on the verge of dying, his brother didn’t blame the human. He instead forgave him. Believed in him.

Now, he stood there, waiting for the tears to come. Tears for his only family member dying and leaving him alone. They didn’t appear.

It seemed Blue had run out of tears to give.

~oOo~

My kingdom turned to dust

And I watched all my riches rust

~oOo~

Slowly, he watched the Underground be purged of everyone.

Alphys, Napstablook, all of his friends. Gone.

Yet, he wasn’t surprised.

Blue watched the human continue to the castle.

~oOo~

Have I lost the Midas’ touch?

Or do sad eyes blind me?

~oOo~

They didn’t follow through.

Just when they reached the Final Corridor, they RESET again.

For the 148th time, Blue opened his eyes to a blank ceiling, a sinking feeling in his chest.

He didn’t cry anymore.

~oOo~

Over and over we go

Over the hills and the valleys below

~oOo~

223 times now.

They never want to finish what they started.

~oOo~

Oh, and it follows me, follows me home

And it suffocates me, hmmm

~oOo~

There was a numbness in his chest now.

“Bro, promise me you won’t try and fight the human?”

Blue doubted he could make it through one more incomplete run.

~oOo~

Oh, I can’t breathe

~oOo~

They actually entered the golden hallway this time.

It only took almost a hundred tries.

When they started forward, Blue was there to confront them. He forced a smile and spoke with a cheerfulness that made him feel sick.

~oOo~

I said oh, I can’t breathe

~oOo~

“Heya! I see you’ve been, uh…a bit busy, haven’t you? Well, anyway! I’ve got a question for you. Do you think…even the worst person can change? That everyone…can be a good person, if they just…tried?”

“…”

“Mweh heh heh! Well, here’s a better question…do you want to have a bad time? Because if you take another step forward, you are really not going to like what happens next.”

“…”

“Well, sorry brother! This is why I never make promises!”

~oOo~

All I know is I forgot how to be me

~oOo~

“It’s a beautiful day outside…flowers are blooming…birds are singing…on days like these…kids like you…”

“…?”

“Should be burning in hell.”

“!!!”

~oOo~

I don’t feel safe in these halls

There are bruises on the walls

~oOo~

Blue had once believed that killing wasn’t an option, no matter how desperate one became.

Funny how things change.

Funny how watching someone murder your kind over and over again, murder your brother over and over again, can make you think things differently.

It was almost funny enough to laugh at.

Instead, he looked away as another bunch of bones killed the human and restarted their battle.

~oOo~

There are bodies in the floors

And they breathe so loudly

~oOo~

103 times.

That’s how many times he had killed the human.

Chara was determined though. They wouldn’t stop until they killed him.

And Blue found himself longing for when that happened.

~oOo~

I wish I could move

Get up and walk right out this tomb

~oOo~

Leaving would be…troubling.

He would live, yes. But then he would be one of the only monsters left. He would be sentencing himself to a life of loneliness.

He didn’t like being alone. Never had.

So, he would remain here, blocking the path for this run and those in the future.

Because then he would be useful.

~oOo~

Do our saviours die too soon?

For my sins surround me

~oOo~

Chara got frustrated at death 200. They RESET again.

When Blue woke up this time, he woke up screaming. It was like all of his remorse, guilt and sadness that had abandoned him before had poured back into him. It left him shaking, his magic swirling around his room.

His brother hurried into the room, visibly worried and faintly scared. Just the sight of him calmed Blue down sufficiently, but he was still crying enough for Stretch to wrap him in a hug, rocking him and whispering comforts.

“It was just a nightmare,” he said.

Blue wished he could believe that.

~oOo~

Over and over we go

(Over and over we go)

Over the hills and the valleys below

(Over the hills and the valleys below)

Oh, and it follows me, follows me home

(follows me, follows me)

And it suffocates me, hmmm

~oOo~

It continued like this for a few dozen more runs.

Each time it RESET, Blue woke up crying and screaming. He knew he was making his brother worry, especially because he never woke up like this before the timeline started being messed with. He couldn’t help it.

At least he was no longer numb.

~oOo~

Oh, I can’t breathe

I said oh, I can’t breathe

~oOo~

They were in the hall again.

This time, Chara didn’t give up. They kept dodging with a sickening smile on their face.

Blue began to suspect that this human wasn’t the same one as before. He didn’t have proof, however.

He was beginning to get tired, too.

~oOo~

All I know is I forgot to be me

~oOo~

He offered them MERCY.

He was desperate.

They refused and attacked again.

Blue was beginning to consider just giving up and letting them kill him.

He didn’t find the thought of dying so bad, anyways.

~oOo~

Hallelujah

Where is my God, where are you?

~oOo~

Blue decided to use his special attack. Nothing.

He panted as he did.

He was, so, so tired.

Hm.

He could shut his eyes for just a minute, right?

~oOo~

Hallelujah

Nothing is pulling me through

~oOo~

As he closed his eyes, he thought he heard a voice saying for him to wake up, to stay awake.

Which was weird, as he wasn’t sleeping, even if he wanted to.

Another thing was that the voice sounded like Stretch.

Which was impossible and he was dead.

~oOo~

Hallelujah

When I don’t know how to be

Hallelujah

I forgot how to be me

~oOo~

Much to Blue’s dismay, he did fall asleep for a second.

He woke up when he heard Chara attack again, though.

He wasn’t prepared for when they attacked again quickly.

The pain as the knife cut him across the chest was extreme. It was greater than anything (physical, anyways) he had felt before.

As the human walked away and he said his final words, Blue had the strangest sensation of someone hugging him.

~oOo~

When he gave up the fight

A quick decision late in the night

~oOo~

As he felt himself dust and his soul shatter, the world RESET.

Blue woke back up in his bed.

Something was off this time. Something broke inside of him.

He decided to give up.

He didn’t have any hope anymore

~oOo~

That stayed with me for all of my life

I miss you so

~oOo~

When Stretch went to see what was taking his brother so long, all he encountered was a pile of dust toped with a blue bandana.

#my writing #my fanfiction #oneshot #underswap #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #underswap chara #character study #tw suicide #suicide

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Terms of Engagement ch.4

Summary: Rus is still a kid himself and with his life turned upside-down, he has no idea how he’s going to take care of his baby brother. Having other kid skeletons appear in his world wasn’t exactly the help he was looking for.

Tags: Pre-Spicyhoney, Underfell Papyrus, Underfell Sans, Underswap Papyrus, Underswap Sans, Undertale Sans, Undertale Papyrus, Babybones, Scientist W. D. Gaster, Possible Past Child Abuse, Skellie Daycare, Growing Up Together, Big Brothers Caring For Their Little Bros, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst

Notes: Ah, the days of skellie daycare are over. Our boys are grown, but things aren’t well in their worlds. Something is wrong and Rus is going to find out what. Whether he wants to or not.

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~~*~~

Some Fifteen Years Later

~~

“Time to get up, brother!”

Rus rolled over on his bare mattress with a groan, pulling his blanket back over his head. Not that a flimsy barrier was going to stop his bro, not a chance. Nothing short of a brick wall could stop him once he got going, and Rus didn’t keep one of those in his inventory.

Maybe he should look into it.

In the meantime, he could only hiss like a new vampire when Blue yanked open the curtains to let in the artificial light. It gleamed blindingly off the snow and through the window, directly into Rus’s cringing sockets. Satisfied at his brother’s betrayed howls, Blue dusted off his hands and turning back to Rus to scold, “Brother! Get up!”

“c’mon, bro!” Rus’s words were muffled into his pillow. “can’t you see i’ve been working myself to the bone?”

He peeked out in time to see Blue stamp one of his booted feet indignantly, gloved hands on his hips. “You have sentry duty in an hour! How can I catch a Human if we aren’t watching for one!”

Rus rolled over with a yawn, “don’t worry, bro, ulna be late.”

“Ugh, brother!” Blue shook his head, but beneath his pained disgust was a glimmer of humor. “All right, I’m leaving, but I’ll check on your post later!” He left, but poked his head back in to add, “I wasn’t bone yesterday, mweh heh heh!”

Blue vanished again as Rus chuckled to himself. He waited until he heard the front door close before rolling over to snag his cigarettes. His bro couldn’t stand the smell and he had enough to gripe about already this morning. A flick of his lighter and Rus drew in a long breath of smoke, held it in even as trickles escaped through his ribs, and exhaled it in a pale cloud. He flopped back in bed, careful to let the ash fall to the messy floor rather than into the sheets.

Idly, he considered the glowing tip of the cigarette dangling between his fingers. He’d started smoking not long after they came to Snowdin. Couldn’t really hurt him much and it made him seem older to Monsters who weren’t interested in looking too closely. Back then, anything he could use to make others not question him raising his brother had been helpful.

Mostly he’d fooled everyone with a trick as simple as abandoning his stripes early. That made it easy to pretend to be older than he was. He’d been tall even then and no one asked any troublesome questions. They’d let him come into Muffet’s after a long day of napping on sentry duty, let him drink alongside them and no one questioned that he preferred honey to whiskey; all Monsters had their preferences. It’d worked until he was old enough for it to not matter, and no one had been the wiser.

That was years ago now, though and Blue was of age himself, for whatever good it did him here. Ah, his wonderful, sweet-natured bro. So desperate to be liked and to make friends. The residents of Snowdin were nice enough, but outside of Muffet’s, they tended to keep to themselves. The cold weather and being trapped Underground tended to sap away friendly impulses and no matter how hard Blue tried, no one had been willing to step into the role of friend for him.

It hurt a little to know that Blue probably hadn’t had a decent friend since they’d stopped using the machine.

Since he’d lost Edge and Papyrus.

Damn, but it’d been a while since he’d thought of them. Rus sat up a little more in bed and lit another cigarette as he thought of his bro’s childhood playmates.

The scrapbook Blue made with their pictures all those years ago still sat on his bookshelf, but it was dusty with disuse. It was a wonder Blue remembered them at all, he’d still been a wee baby bones back then.

~~*~~

Barely a month after whatever happened to Red and Edge was when it all finally fell apart. Their little shared worlds were already beginning to unravel on the day it was Rus’s turn to watch the kiddos. Sans came right on time to drop off Papyrus. Kid was as wriggly as ever in his cheery orange-striped shirt, squirming down from his brother’s arms and off to play with Blue.

The two of them stopped asking when Edge and Red were coming back, but Blue still sniffled about it at night, lying in bed with Red’s worn-out jacket clutched in his arms.

To Rus’s surprise, Sans lingered and his grim expression brought no comfort. Not after what happened with their missing friends.

“what is it?” Rus asked, low to keep the kiddos from hearing him.

“we need to talk.”

Shit. Rus nodded and led Sans to his room. Their bros would be okay to play on their own for a little while. He sprawled out in his bed cushions, drawing up a knee to rest his chin on.

“okay, spill, what’s going on?”

But Sans wouldn’t be rushed. He settled to sit on one of the larger cushions that passed for a chair, legs crossed under him, and said bluntly, “we need to talk about what that fucker did to us.”

Rus could only blink, shocked to his core. They all had a fair idea of what had gone down before, even if their memories were pretty damn shaky. None of them ever compared notes, but they’d been to each other’s worlds, dozens of times. They’d seen the equipment, the tables with the straps on them. They all knew without a word, so Rus wasn’t sure why Sans wanted to share any now. “i don't want to talk—”

“i know you don't!” Sans said and his normal amicable tone was lost in a fury that jumbled in even more confusion. “me either, but we hafta. someone came to our lab yesterday.”

That nugget of information froze Rus’s soul. “what?”

“someone in a white coat,” Sans picked at the ragged hem of his shorts moodily. “don’t think she was looking for us, but she was with some others, poking around. they looked like they might be trying to open it again. and if they’re trying to do it in my world, they’ll try it here, you know. that’s how this works.”

It was true. They’d all noticed odd parallels between their worlds past people looking alike and if someone was coming to Sans’s lab...a painful thought occurred and it hurt to think it, of that sweet little baby bones who’d craved hugs being hurt or afraid, but Rus forced out, “do you think that’s what happened to red and edge?”

“i dunno what happened to them, maybe.” Sans blew out a long breath, his finger bones scraping his skull as he rubbed the back of his head agitatedly. “look, you guys weren’t the first worlds i came to. found another one first, another pair like us. those two seemed nice enough. they lived with the queen, took me to see her. but i gave her a hard look, i saw her. i saw her soul was bad.”

Rus looked away. He didn’t like talking about seeing souls. Neither had Red. The way it felt, someone else’s sins crawling up their spine like a bloated spider, ugh. It was horrible and Rus preferred not to, thanks. “she wanted me to stay, see,” Sans went on, doggedly, “wanted me to show them how the machine worked. i said i was gonna, played like it was all dandy. and then i ran back and got the hell out of there. scrambled the coordinates, but they still have a machine. if they figured out how to use it on their own?” He shook his head. “we’ve been using the machine for our own piddly shit, started all this back when we were kids and didn’t know better. but i don’t like to think what could happen if someone else tried it. someone with a little more determination.”

“what are you saying?” Rus whispered. But he already knew.

“come on, let’s be honest.” Sans was always grinning; with his skull structure, he didn’t have much choice. But there was nothing pleasant in the way he smiled now, “we can do that with each other, yeah? d’you trust anyone in your world with the machine? bet the nice cream gal is a real sweetheart, but you really think the old doc was the only bad soul around?”

“but…” He could feel the tears stinging in his sockets. He and Red had never been besties, but Rus found he missed the little asshole more than he’d ever thought he could. Losing Edge hurt even worse, that sweet baby bones, and remembering the last time he’d seen the kid, those thin, strong arms hugging him so tightly. If he’d known, had even an inkling what might happen, he never would’ve let the kid go.

Now Sans was saying he was losing him and Papyrus, too.

“we could move in together—“ but Rus trailed off, already knowing the answer even as Sans shook his head. All of them living in the same world would mean leaving the machine behind for anyone to use. That would kinda miss the point of it all. “fuck it, this sucks!”

Sans looked as miserable as Rus felt, blinking too hard. “i know. and it’s gonna break our bros hearts. but we can’t know what all is on the other side and i’m not sure i wanna wait until they step through to find out. and i definitely don’t wanna leave them for some other white coat to find. we need to shut them down, get them someplace where no one else can use ‘em ever again.”

Everything Sans was saying made sense, no matter how much Rus didn’t want to hear it. Hot resentment welled up, filling Rus’s soul; against the scientist, the machine, even against Sans. This wasn’t fair, none of this, why did they have to be the ones to do this shit? All Rus ever wanted was to be like the other Monster kids he’d seen, playing and getting nice cream, waiting for Gyftmas and a Santa who never managed to find his way to laboratory where little skeletons waited hopefully, thinking maybe this time, maybe they’d been good enough, and never were.

But there was no point to being mad about it, never was. All they’d ever had was each other, and someone had to do it. The same way someone had to clumsily wrap little presents for all the baby bones because if Santa couldn’t be bothered to show up, then a trio of big brothers weren’t about to let their little bros be disappointed again.

Someone had to and much as Rus hated to admit it, Sans was right.

“how can we move the machines?” Rus swiped at his damp sockets with his sleeve impatiently, “not like we can piggyback it around like we do our bros.”

“that’s another idea i got. follow me, i wanna show you something.”

Rus scrambled back to his feet, almost on Sans’s heels as they went out the door. But something felt odd as they walked through, a wavering of some sort and when Rus blinked, they weren’t in the hallway. They were standing outside the lab where the sweltering heat of Hotland was already making them sweat.

“how did you—“ Rus whirled around, blinking hard, but the scenery didn’t change. They were outside somehow and Sans’s grin was showing a little more humor.

“neat, huh? that’s why i said we needed to talk, cause if i can do it, i bet you can. and it’s not just monsters i can move, i can take things, too. maybe with a lil’ more practice…” He trailed off meaningfully.

“yeah, i get you, but i still don’t get how. or why.”

Sans could only shrug. “ain’t like we can ask. if i was gonna guess, i’d say he was hedging his bets that if the machine didn’t work, we’d be a different way through the barrier.” That grin twisted sourly. “shame none of his shit worked the way it's supposed to.”

Wasn’t a shame at all in Rus’s opinion. The real shame was the use they’d found for the machine was about to get dumped like so much trash. But when he thought of that other world Sans described, thought of Monsters coming through with bad souls filled with LV. Like the world Red was from.

Yeah, no. That wasn’t happening.

“show me how,” Rus said and Sans did.

It was exhausting and painful at first, worse even than the machine. He’d step out from a shortcut chilled to his marrow and it would be hours before his shivering stopped.

But it was easy, right within reach, and soon he was good at it, too good, good enough to take other people and things with him, and when he learned about the sentry job opening in Snowdin, he knew it was time.

After that, they’d only needed to say goodbye.

~~*~~

Rus stared up at the ceiling as he finished his cigarette, quietly consumed by memory.

Damn, but that was a long time ago now. It’d been what, fourteen, fifteen years? Their faces were reduced to blurred smears in his mind, maybe he needed to have a look of his own in Blue’s scrapbook tonight.

But even if the faces weren’t clear, he remembered Papyrus’s exuberance, his laughter. He remembered little Edge’s shy sweetness, the precious giggles from the kid who was so determined to marry him someday. Red and Sans, so like him and yet not, big bros determined to protect the baby bones.

So long ago but it still felt like there was gap in his soul where they’d all been once.

Rus snorted and smashed out his butt. Why was he thinking about them, anyway? Today wasn’t some kind of fucked up anniversary or anything. It was just another day in the Underground, another day, another G, and tonight it would be the same as any other. Watching Napstaton on the television he’d scrounged from the dump, choking down his brother’s less than appetizing version of tacos and secretly eating over at Muffet’s on the sly. Write another post-it to put by his sock for Blue to howl about tomorrow, and maybe head out for a drink, maybe even something else depending on who was there.

Nothing happened in Underswap, nothing changed.

So why the hell did he feel so agitated?

A niggling idea occurred, shaken loose by his nostalgia. Might be that there was a little something something he needed to check on, a thing he hadn’t looked at in years. He still had a little time before he had to get to his sentry post and it wasn’t like it took him longer than a minute to get there, anyway. He had the time, but the place he was heading wasn’t one he liked to shortcut into.

Rus pulled on a pair of shorts and a hoodie, scrounged from the pile of ‘not too stanky to wear again’ clothes and headed downstairs to shove his feet into his untied shoes. He lit another cigarette while he walked around back, standing uncomfortably by a door he rarely opened and Blue never seemed to notice. That was something right there, wasn’t it, that his little bro didn’t even see this door. Hard for Rus to figure out what that meant, and he wasn’t much one for puzzles or mysteries, anyway. Knock knock jokes, that was his gig and he wanted to keep it that way.

So why was he here, then, unlocking the door and pushing it open, all creaking and wheezy like a fucking late-night Halloween Special.

The lights still worked, thank the stars, or Rus might’ve said fuck it and headed off for his morning nap sentry duty after all.

Down in the cold basement, the machine sat hulking in the corner where Rus had dumped it after a painfully exhausting shortcut and there was a memory Rus could do without. Laying quivering on the dirty floor, close to vomiting from the burnt dregs of magic in the back of his throat along with bitter satisfaction and tears.

It was covered in a heavy cloth that was dusty and untouched. Useless. The machine didn’t have any power, cut off and starved to keep away any of the other Universes.

But Rus still shivered from something other than the cold. That feeling was still there, the same sensation he remembered as a kid. Like it wanted to be used.

“stop it,” Rus said aloud. Stupid. Like anyone was here to hear it? But his soul was crawling, a prickly sensation tiptoeing up his spine. He was alone, but it felt like something was here, a presence.

Rus wasn’t afraid of ghosts, knew a couple personally. This wasn’t a ghost and he couldn’t tell if it was malevolent or kind, only that it was there. And it wanted something from him.

“knock it off. i’m not listening,” Rus said, but it was a lie. He was listening to the throb in his head, the faint hiss like white noise echoing. Thin panic was starting to rise and he’d had enough of being here on his own. Let the machine crumble to dust, he was out of here.

He ignored the creepflesh feeling in his soul; he wanted out of here now and he reached out for a shortcut, the same way he had since he’d learned how and a thousand times since.

But the moment he stepped into it, he knew something was wrong. Colder than it’d ever been and it wasn’t gone in an instant as it should be. The dark/not dark lingered, his vision rattled, shaken in a psychedelic kaleidoscope. It hurt like his very molecules were being squeezed in an vice.

All together it only lasted an instant, but when Rus could see again, he was blinking through tears, staring uncomprehendingly at what was in front of him.

That…was not his sentry post. His shortcut should’ve plopped him right into his chair where he’d been a hundred times before, ready to sink down with his head on his arms and nap away the morning. This was wrong.

The trees were wrong, the sentry station, the snow, even the fucking light, everything was wrong, the world tilted to the side and off.

He felt like he’d walked through a door and ended up someplace else, which yeah, that was what a shortcut was, but this was a grotesque parody of where he was supposed to be.

This sentry post looked like a fucking fortress, crisscrossed with razor wire and there were bars in the windowed section. Warnings were graffitied on it in garish paint and what the fuck was a LV hunter? Not something Rus wanted to meet, that much he knew.

Rus stepped backwards and away, the sharp taste of fear heavy on the back of tongue. He was already reaching automatically for another shortcut, felt that unnatural cold in his grasp a split second before unexpected pain broke his focus. Rus yelped as he fell, hot agony zigzagging up his leg as a bone in his ankle snapped when he hit the ground.

The snow was as cold as the void, maybe colder, seeping wetly through his clothes. Painfully, Rus managed to roll over only to stare downward in disbelief. There was a trap around his foot, winding up his leg like a cruel vine. Nothing like the childish games his brother designed. This was a fucking snare made of barbed wire and springs that dug dusty gouges into his bones, and he was caught but good in it. He tried to kick it loose and had to stifle another scream, dull agony flaring sickeningly from his broken ankle.

Fuck, what was going on, what? Something was wrong, this whole place was wrong, not his shabby little cardboard post with the rickety chair he’d scrounged from the dump. This was someplace else, someplace terrible.

Through the haze of pain, Rus could hear the distant baying of dogs.

~~*~~

TBC

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #underswap sans #underfell sans #undertale papyrus #undertale sans #baby bones #terms of engagement

[vex-bittys]

Adventures in Baratale: Feelin’ Blue (part 6)

Baratale AU and characters by staxurst.

Contains: NSFW (18+ only), language, explicit sexual content, masturbation, public sex (and masturbation), outdoor sex (and masturbation), 69 (sex position), light spanking, nippleplay, titty-fucking, breastfeeding kink, shower sex, phone sex, dirty talk, praise/body worship, lewdberry, bara lewdberry, he’s sexy sweet and totally in heat

Usually Blue could satisfy his heat with a single long session dedicated to intensive masturbation, but for some reason, ever since he brought you back to your home two days ago (after surreptitiously checking you for any signs of fatigue or injury), his cock ached with desperation to be inside of you again. Even his loosest workout pants couldn’t hide the obvious tenting of his persistent erection, and every time he accidentally brushed himself, visions of you sprang into his mind: your lips, your breasts, your thighs, the way your pussy gripped him when he entered you…

Blue’s continuing heat already indicated an attraction to you, but the way the big skeleton felt went beyond simple carnal desire. He cared about more than your physical features; he adored your kindness, your affection, your radiant smile… stars, everything about you appealed to him, but he had a hard time concentrating on anything except sex with his heat still in full effect. You ended up being extremely understanding about that as well.

“ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DO THIS?” Blue’s concerned voice is offset by the fact that he’s currently positioning his phone to maximize the visibility of his throbbing cock on the video chat screen.  Blue strives to be a gentleman (gentlemonster?) in his daily life, so of course you forgive his overeagerness.

You know if you show the slightest hesitation, he will end the call… and possibly spend the rest of his life apologizing, thinking he might have pressured you. Little does he know that just the look of primal hunger in his eyelights is enough to make you swoon for him. You were falling for Blue long before his heat started, but seeing the easily flustered skeleton blossom into suave sexual confidence makes you absolutely salivate.

“Of course I want to help you with your heat, Blue! Besides, it’s not like I’m not getting my own pleasure out of this.” Blue flushes at your words, his already glowing blue cheekbones somehow becoming even brighter. With a jubilant fist pump, you finally manage to clip your phone onto the headboard of your bed, providing Blue with an excellent viewing angle of the lacy bra and barely there thong that you chose for this occasion.

Blue’s gorgeous eyelights- his namesake- dart back and forth, taking in the curve of your breasts, the thin bit of fabric rapidly darkening with your arousal over your pussy, and the line of your spine leading down to your exposed ass. He groans, and you silently congratulate yourself on choosing the perfect lingerie to complement your body type.

“YOU LOOK SO GOOD,” he whimpers, running his thumb over the head of his cock and coming away with a strand of pre-cum. More of the blue-tinged fluid beads at the tip of his shaft.

“Good enough to eat?” you tease, pulling the front of your bra down slightly, almost enough to show your nipples but not quite. Blue pants in anticipation, tightening his grip on his cock. The pre-cum drips onto his comforter. You can tell he wants you badly, but he’s trying to control himself. That won’t last long, you think with a mental smirk.

“AS MUCH AS YOU WANT, ANY TIME YOU WANT.” You wish you could be with him in person, but your schedule is hectic this week, so phone sex will have to suffice. He can make it up to you later. As much as you want, any time you want if his words are to be believed, and Blue is no liar.

“In that case-” You refuse to make Blue wait any longer. Reaching behind your back, you unclasp your bra and let the lacy confinement fall away. Blue’s cock twitches in his hand in response to the sight of your unclothed breasts. He has an obvious fixation, one you’re more than happy to exploit.

You rub your breasts hard enough to lift them up, letting them fall again. Your tits are a far from a ridiculously huge, physics-defying anime rack, but they do bounce a bit. You massage the sides of your breasts, pushing them together, a subtle reminder to Blue that he titty-fucked you mere days ago. You gasp as your hardened nipples catch on your fingertips. Your arousal causes an extreme sensitivity in your nipples that encourages you to keep playing with them… not that Blue complains. He does have some input though.

“H-HUMAN… COULD YOU…. COULD YOU GET ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES?” he asks with surprising shyness. It’s not an unusual request, so you’re curious why he seems so reluctant to ask. You get on your hands and knees as per his request; your breasts dangle freely with no bra to hold them. “YES… JUST LIKE THAT…” Blue begins to stroke himself, running his hand slowly up and down his cock.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” you encourage him, sensing that perhaps he is about to reveal a kink to you. Blue’s breathing is heavy and loud with excitement.

“YOUR NIPPLES… SQUEEZE THEM… TUG THEM…” he gasps out. Apparently Blue is a very specific type of boob-loving skeleton. You remember the special attention he paid to your nipples in his bedroom. Maybe he’s not a breast guy after all… maybe he’s a nipple guy!

Bracing yourself with one hand, you use your other hand to knead one tit, capturing the nipple between two fingers, squeezing tightly, and tugging it. Blue moans and shudders, the sound so alluring that you throw your own head back and surrender to the pleasure that electrifies every nerve in your body. It feels so good. You switch hands and breasts.

“CAN YOU… SUCK THEM?” Blue asks so softly that at first you think he’s murmuring to himself. It takes a moment to process his request. “PLEASE… MWEH… I HAVE… I HAVE A BREAST-FEEDING KINK… AND IMAGINING YOUR TITS… SO FULL… AND MILKY… AND YOU SUCKING THEM…” Blue babbles frantically. He’s close, and so, so ravenous to finally indulge his secret fantasy. You wish you had some actual milk to pour over yourself.

You rise onto your knees, leaning down as you lift one breast towards your mouth. You extend your tongue and moisten the nipple before guiding it into your mouth, and you watch Blue on the screen out of the corner of your eye. He’s jacking off in earnest, piercing blue eyes locked on you, hand almost a blur as it moves rapidly up and down his shaft.

Humming to send tantalizing vibrations through your nipple, you suckle away, giving your phone camera, and by extension Blue, your most seductive half-lidded expression.A few more sucks, and you release your tit, a string of saliva stretching and breaking between your engorged nipple and your tongue.

You bring your other breast to your lips, lapping that nipple, sucking and releasing it rapidly to show it glistening and darkened from the attention. You might have hickeys on your tits later, but Blue’s urgent gasps of “Mweh… MWEH!” are worth it. You decide to give Blue a coup de grâce, pressing your tits together, and tilting them both towards you mouth. You don’t even touch the nipples to your lips before Blue emits an impassioned cry and cum erupts from his cock, running down his hand in thick, sticky rivulets.

Blue quickly ducks down, going offscreen briefly to retrieve a towel to clean himself off. He wipes the cum from his hands and cock, but you notice that the glowing blue magic of his shaft hasn’t diminished in the slightest. Good…because you still have a surprise to show him. After you tease him a bit, of course.

“Done already?” you chirp, mostly to distract the skeleton while you reach under your pillow for the item that you wanted to surprise him with. You ordered it as soon as you got home after your first night with Blue and paid the extra cost to have it shipped overnight.

“MWEH HEH HEH, OF COURSE NOT, HUMAN! THE MAGNIFICENT SANS HAS ENDLESS SEXUAL STAMINA!” Blue brags, winking at you through the video connection. How does he manage to be so adorable and sexy? Someday you will discover his secret.

“Good. I would hate to let the special toy I bought go to waste.” You reveal your new sex toy to the camera, and Blue rumbles in appreciation of its likeness to his own eagerly twitching shaft. You chose this particular model for its color and size, and you plan to leave a glowing review as you compare it to the real thing on your phone screen. It won’t have the same tingling warmth as Blue’s magic, but it’s the best you’ll get for now.

Laying back on your bed, you carefully remove the last piece of dainty clothing standing between you and complete nudity. Blue mirrors your movement, reclining onto a pile of pillows and slowly stroking himself as he takes in the view. You improve his view by using your fingers to spread your pussy lips. Your folds are hot and wet with arousal, and Blue inhales, loud and deep like he might leap through the phone and take you right then and there.

You moisten the sex toy’s head by rubbing it up and down between your plump pussy lips, parting your folds with the tip of it without dipping it inside of you. Blue trembles with restrained energy, but you plan to take your time, undoing your previous coup de grâce by making him suffer through a long wait for the reward of hearing you scream his name when orgasm wracks your body.

Blue thwarts your plans with a seemingly innocent question asked in a very mischievous tone of voice: “DOES IT VIBRATE?”

“Of course,” you scoff.

“SHOW ME,” Blue says, and you shiver at the undertone of command in his words. If you refuse, he’ll blush and become contrite, but if you obey? If you let him tell you exactly how to masturbate for him on video chat? The mere thought released a fresh gush of arousal from your pussy. You switch the vibrator on, and it makes a whisper soft whirring sound that Blue probably can’t hear.

“HIGHER,” Blue instructs you gruffly. You turn the setting to medium, and the more powerful vibrations make your hand tingle. “NOW TOUCH IT TO YOUR CLIT.” Your eyes widen. Your clit is already swollen and sensitive, and stimulation is going to be overwhelming. Blue is clearly ruthless.

Legs wide, pussy splayed open for your skeleton lover, you bring the vibrator upwards to your clit. Your press down, and pleasure shoots through you like an electric shock. Pressure builds low in your abdomen almost instantly, and your instinct is to move the vibrator away to escape the intensity. Instead, you arch your back and hold your hand steady.

You scream his name when you cum, toes curling and pussy fluttering. You actually squirt from the overwhelming sensation of the orgasm, and Blue chuckles darkly. Panting, you slide the vibrator down your slick slit. Your pussy clenches, demanding to be filled up. Right. Now. You can’t wait for more of Blue’s directions; you’ll go crazy from the crushing ache of emptiness.

The vibrator slips into you easily, and the thickness of the shaft stretches your walls in the most delicious way. Your pussy squelches when you begin to work the vibrator in and out, the sound both lewd and thrilling. You don’t bother holding back your moans, and Blue matches them on his end of the video chat.

“YES… HUMAN… JUST LIKE… THAT,” the skeleton groans as he quickens his pace to match yours. “IMAGINE IT’S ME… FUCKING YOU… FILLING YOUR HOT CUNT… WITH MY COCK… OVER AND OVER.” His words spur you on, and every time you thrust with the sex toy, it hits your most sensitive spots, making your entire pussy reverberate with ecstasy.

The pressure of orgasm is building again, slowly unfurling this time. Your moans turn to whimpers, and you beg Blue for more even though he’s only with you in your imagination. You want him so badly. You want his cock to be inside of you, his hips jerking with each cry of “More!” that falls from your lips. You want to feel him cumming, feel the pulsing of his cock as he empties his entire hot load in your greedy pussy.

“I’M… GONNA-”

“Cum for me!”

Your voices and orgasms crescendo at the same exact moment, and each of you collapses on your respective beds, spent and gasping for breath as the afterglow of the results from your mutual masturbation washes over you. You wish Blue could roll over, tuck your body against his, and hold you, so you pick up your phone and hold it close to your face. Blue’s smiling features fill your screen.

“I THINK MY HEAT MIGHT BE OVER,” he tells you excitedly. You frown. Sex-crazed Blue is actually pretty cute.

“You’ll call me next time though, right?” you ask, worried that this may have been a one time only event. You should’ve known Blue better than that.

“ACTUALLY,” he says hesitantly, rubbing the back of his skull with one hand like he might be a bit embarrassed, “I THOUGHT MAYBE YOU MIGHT LIKE TO GO ON A REGULAR DATE WITH ME BEFORE THEN…”

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#vexy writes #underswap lemon #baratale lemon #bara swap sans #bara us!sans #x reader #female reader #bara us!sans x reader

[thelazyhermits]

Happy Birthday, Blue!!!

This is for my sweet, wonderful, amazing, talented, beautiful friend, @bluechocowitz, who just turned 18. While it’s not your birthday where I am yet, I know it is where you are so I wanted to go ahead and post your present. Happy Birthday, Blue!! I hope you have a wonderful birthday! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I’m gonna put your present under the cut. Also, rather than call him Blue, US Sans is just referred to as Sans here ^-^

Normally, people would want to sleep in on their birthday. After all, there’s no better present than not having to wake up to your infernal alarm clock.

Unfortunately, that is not the case for this particular birthday. Instead, you find yourself waking up earlier than you usually would.

The reason for this is because your wonderful boyfriend, Sans, has put together what he calls the “Ultimate Birthday Date”, and apparently, you’ll both need as many hours of the day as possible in order to do everything he has planned. Despite how much you loathe waking up so early, you can’t deny that you’re extremely excited to see what the skeleton has planned for your birthday.

That’s why for the first time in ages you wake up with a smile on your face when you hear your loud alarm clock. Quickly, you get dressed and make your way to the front door, knowing Sans should be close by. After all, no one is more punctual than him.

As expected, seconds before you reach the front door, the doorbell rings, signalling your boyfriend’s arrival. Grinning, you immediately open the door for him. “Good morning, Sans. Right on time as always.”

Faster than you can blink, you’re in the skeleton’s arms. You giggle when he give you a little twirl.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY,  BLUE! YOU’RE LOOKING AS BEAUTIFUL AS ALWAYS! I CAN’T THINK OF A BETTER WAY TO START THE DAY THAN TO SEE THAT DAZZLING SMILE OF YOURS!”

Red colors your cheeks as you hug his neck. “Aw, you sweet talker. I feel like that should be my line. Nothing’s better than a smile from the Magnificent Sans after all.”

Sans gently returns you to your feet before moving to grab your hand. “WHILE I AGREE MY SMILE IS THE ENVY OF MANY, I THINK YOURS IS JUST AS MAGNIFICENT. AFTER ALL, IT’S THE SMILE OF THE PERSON I FELL IN LOVE WITH!”

Your smile grows as you move to give his cheek a quick peck, making him blush a bright blue. “I guess we’ll just say we’re the couple with the best smiles, huh?”

He beams at you. “EXACTLY! WE ARE UNRIVALED! NO OTHER SMILES CAN COMPARE!”

After you move to lock the door behind you, you and your boyfriend start walking with your hand still held in his. “So, what’s the first thing you have planned for us today, Sans? Can I know, or is it a surprise?”

The skeleton winks, “IT’S A SURPRISE, OF COURSE! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT A GOOD BIRTHDAY NEEDS LOTS OF SURPRISES! THAT’S WHY I WON’T TELL YOU ABOUT ANY OF THE AMAZING THINGS I HAVE PLANNED!”

His response doesn’t surprise you at all. You had a feeling he would say that. With a laugh, you give his hand a strong squeeze. “I can’t wait!”

Once you both make it to the street, you notice his motorcycle and realize that his plans include taking you for a ride to wherever the two of you are going. An excited grin forms on your face as you strap on your helmet and climb onto the bike.

After he’s sure that you’re secure, Sans takes off down the street with you clutching his waist tightly. Your grin remains firmly in place as you examine the changing scenery. You love when Sans takes you for rides on his motorcycle. No doubt he specifically arranged his plans for today so that it would include a motorcycle ride since he knows how much you enjoy them.

About twenty minutes later, you discover that Sans plans to start the ultimate birthday date with a delicious breakfast at one of your favorite restaurants. It’s been awhile since you last ate there because it’s always so busy due to its popularity. Apparently, your boyfriend made sure to make a reservation weeks in advance so the two of you could come for your birthday.

When the two of you eventually exit the restaurant, it’s with big smiles and fully satiated appetites. As expected, the food was absolutely delicious. The staff even put candles on your pancakes and sang “Happy Birthday” to you. Sans was quick to join in so he could show off his impeccable singing voice. 

The next place you both head to is the large arcade that’s just down the street. While you offer to use your money, the skeleton is adamant that he pays for everything so you let him. 

You get to play all of your favorite games with your boyfriend which includes several rounds of DDR. Because you are both so competitive, the two of you can never just play one round.

That’s how it is with all of the games. While it may be your birthday, Sans has no intention to go easy on you, so with each game, you compete with him to see who can get the highest score.

This is also how it goes when the two of you decide to play laser tag later on. No matter how much you love your boyfriend, you do not want to lose. Likewise, the skeleton doesn’t show you any mercy as the two of you engage in one of the most heated matches you’ve ever played.

In the end, time runs out before an overall victor can be declared. Much to your amazement, you both tied, meaning you shot him as many times as he shot you. 

Sans treats you to ice cream to celebrate, claiming that tying with him is an incredible feat that should be rewarded. After the two of you finish eating, he drives you to the nearby aquarium--another one of your favorite places to visit.

It’s always so much fun looking at all the different aquatic creatures. You especially love the dolphin show that the aquarium is so well known for. You’ll never get tired of watching the dolphins in action.

A few hours later, you both finally leave the aquarium, having seen all your favorite shows and exhibits. Since Sans starts heading back toward your house after that, you assume that the birthday date has come to an end. You hate that the day is over, but you’re glad you got to spend it with the skeleton. Just like he promised, it was the best birthday ever.

Much to your surprise, when you finally arrive home, you discover that Sans isn’t done with his ultimate birthday date. Apparently, your boyfriend wants to end the day by cooking you a delicious dinner which is to be followed by a movie marathon and lots of cuddling on the couch.

Considering everything he did for the date, you weren’t expecting an actual physical birthday present. That’s why you’re surprised when Sans hands you a beautifully wrapped box.

When you open it, you find what appears to be a Rubik's cube. He explains that it’s a puzzle he made especially for you. You’ll have to solve it in order to find the surprise he hid inside.

Curious to see what the surprise is, you immediately begin working on it while your boyfriend cheers you on. Eventually, you do manage to solve it.

Once you do, you’re allowed to pull off the top of the cube and see its contents. Your eyes widen when you see the bracelet that caught your eye the last time you had gone shopping with Sans. 

You didn’t buy it at the time because of its price. You didn’t realize that the skeleton had noticed you staring at it, but considering how observant he is, it makes sense that he did.

After you quickly slip on the bracelet, you throw your arms around Sans and hug him as tightly as you can. “Thank you, Sans! I love it!”

He immediately returns the embrace. “MWEH HEH HEH! WHEN IT COMES TO GIFT GIVING, MY SKILLS ARE UNPARALLELED! NOTHING BUT THE BEST FOR YOU, BLUE!”

Beaming, you decide to reward your wonderful boyfriend by peppering his face with kisses. He definitely deserves it for making this the best birthday ever.

#underswap #us sans #my writing #oh boy it's been a while since I wrote anything undertale related #I'm worried that I've lost my touch lol #still I really wanted to do something for your birthday #you deserve the ultimate birthday date with blueberry #I feel like the two of you would totally compete at ddr #so I couldn't resist adding that haha #I hope you like your present! #happy birthday blue!!! #ilysm! <3 <3 <3 <3

[yastaghr]

Grey 15

Another chapter of Grey coming right at you! This time with added sarcasm.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16555439/chapters/38788544

Stretch squinted his eye sockets in an attempt to read the teeny handwriting on Honey’s plans. Honestly, who wrote that small? It was impossible to read! How was he expected to make any progress on this machine if he couldn’t read the fucking plans?

“You’ve got that capacitor in the wrong spot, stupid. If you turn the machine on you’re going to fry yourself.”

Stretch dropped the soldering gun, accidentally burnt his hand, swore, and spun around - all in about the space of a second. There, sitting behind him and yawning, was the creature that haunted his nightmares. Temmie looked a little different, but not by much. Instead of the yellow and green striped shirt he was used to this Temmie wore one that was blue and purple. Also, their tail was longer and thinner than the one he knew back home. But the jaw hinged in the same terrifying place: all the way back at the base of the neck. Hundreds of sharp teeth gleamed at him. He could even see some chunks of bloody meat from Temmie’s last meal.

“Wow, you’re twitchy. I haven’t even done anything yet,” the creature said.

Stretch shuddered. His memory replayed for him perfectly all the things that his Temmie had done to him. “you don’t need to. i’ve got a pretty good imagination.”

“You don’t need one, though, do you? I can see your LV. You’re crueler than I am to somebody, and it isn’t your human,” Temmie said accurately. Stretch stiffened. He hadn’t told anyone that here. Why did Temmie know? “If I had to guess I’d say it was your brother. The way you’re obsessed with getting back to him is a little more than just the emotions of a brother. Your rage problems definitely go hand in hand. Oh, don’t give me that look. I’ve been exploring this world and its inhabitants for centuries worth of RESETs. I know how to read a face better than any of these idiots.”

Stretch didn’t give them the satisfaction of doing what they wanted. Instead, he kept up his facade. He let a few tears fall down out of his sockets. Stupid Stretch would definitely be scared and saddened by what Temmie had said. “I- I don’t know w-w-what you mean!”

Temmie laughed. It was the kind of laughter that could haunt your nightmares. “Oh, yes, I can read you. You don’t like that, do you? You’re used to being the one in control, but here you’re not. I can see the frustration building in you. I wonder what will happen when that bubble of yours pops? Who are you going to take all that anger on, hmm? I can’t wait to find out. Just one piece of advice: Honey will remember RESETs, but Berry won’t.”

Stretch sniffled, still clinging to his disguise even as he grew that much more furious. “I’m… I’m not…”

Temmie shrugged. “You can pretend all you want, but you can’t fool me. Chara will be out of the Ruins tomorrow. They’ve mostly done neutral runs. They like to kill Taz for being so patronizing towards them and trying to keep them from leaving. I have no doubt that that’s what they’ll do this time. Honey usually is too busy grieving to notice much else. Just, please, do your worst in a room where I can see. I’m getting bored of living through the same things happening over and over and over again.”

Stretch’s anger grew. Oh, he knew who he was taking his anger out on, alright. Blue could wait. He had two interlopers on his territory who needed to pay. He could already picture what he was going to do to them. The thing that he couldn’t decide on was whether to let Berry find them and suffer, or make him watch, or hurt him, too.

Stretch said, “That sounds-”

“Oh, please, don’t bother. We both know it’s an act. Just let me leave so you can get back to work frying yourself with this machine.”

Stretch opened his mouth to protest, but Temmie was out of the room before he could gather the breath to speak. He stared after them, went up the stairs and closed the door to the basement behind them, and then went back to work on the machine. He would wait until he saw little Mx. Chara himself before he went through with his plan. After all, he didn’t want Honey to find out, now did he?

=====

Blue woke up well before the first light came through the windows. It wasn’t all that odd for him to do so. It was the only time he could get his shopping done. Most stores opened early, and it was expected that rulebreakers would shop before everyone else had woken up. Blue had been thrown out of shops later in the day, just because of his past. He always felt sorry for the cashiers in those early hours. Most of them were rulebreakers like him, though, so he could at least be glad they had managed to find work.

This morning he wasn’t waking up to do the shopping. He hadn’t had to worry about that ever since he was brought to this world. He wasn’t trying to catch Edge before he snuck out of the house, either. No, Blue woke up early because he wanted to thank Edge and Red for letting him sleep in their house. He would gladly cook for them.

Blue started by surveying the pantry. There were more things in it than he kept in his own house! He was used to making do with the bare essentials in order to save money, but now he was faced with a huge variety. Most of this stuff he wouldn’t know how to cook with, but some of it appealed. The inspiration came when he saw the waffle iron in the bottom of the cupboard. He loved waffles, and it had been a long time since he had made them. He grabbed some flour, sugar, butter, baking powder, salt, and vanilla extract. From the fridge he grabbed eggs, milk, and blueberries. He loved blueberries, and, at least back home, they weren’t too expensive. He didn’t want to break Red and Edge’s budget by using ingredients that would cost too much to replace.

Then Blue moved on to preparing the dry mix. In a large bowl, he mixed together the flour, salt, baking powder and sugar; then he set it aside. While he was doing this he preheated the waffle iron. In a separate bowl, he stirred in the milk, butter and vanilla. That was the wet mix. He poured the wet mix into the dry and stirred them together. Then he beat the eggs until they were fluffy and white and folded them into the rest of the batter. From there, he began to cook the waffles in the buttered waffle iron, sprinkling the blueberries into the mix to taste.

The smell must have drifted up the stairs to the brothers’ bedroom, because, just as he was finishing up the first waffle, Red and Edge came down the stairs. They were positively intertwined; Red’s arm was around Edge’s back and Edge’ hand was on Red’s shoulder, fingering the collar around his neck. Blue smiled up at them. They were absolutely adorable together.

They were also surprised. Edge was blinking fast and his jaw was lax. It wasn’t quite hanging open, but it was close. Red’s, however, was hanging open. He closed it and, eyes sparkling, growled, “making yourself really at home here, aren't cha?”

Blue shivered. He didn’t like it when people were mad at him, and Red sounded mad. His eye lights were confusing him, though. They looked so… happy? If Blue ignored the rest of his face, he almost would have guessed that Red was laughing. That didn’t mean much to him, though. Stretch sometimes looked like that when he was hurting Blue. “I JUST WANTED TO MAKE YOU SOMETHING TO EAT AS THANKS FOR BEING SO NICE TO ME. I CAN PAY YOU BACK FOR THE INGREDIENTS. I-”

“BLUE,” Edge said calmly, concern and amusement warring in his eyes, “RED WAS JOKING. YOU DON’T HAVE TO PAY US BACK.”

“OH,” Blue said, looking up at Red. The other was smiling and nodding.

“boss is right, blue. i’m sorry for scaring you. i was just teasing you. this is a good surprise. are those blueberries in the batter?”

Thankful for the distraction, Blue nodded. “I SAW THEM IN THE FRIDGE AND THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE TASTY. I CAN ALSO MAKE PLAIN ONES IF THAT’S WHAT YOU WOULD PREFER.”

Red salivated. “blueberries sound great! chocolate would be better, but we’re out right now. i should know. i ate the last of it!”

Edge chuckled. He had gone over to another cupboard and was pulling out plates and cups. “I KNEW THAT WAS YOU, RED. FELLDYNE HATES CHOCOLATE. HONESTLY, IF YOU WANTED A SCAPEGOAT THEN ANYONE WOULD BE BETTER THAN HER. EVEN ME! NOW, BLUE, WHY DON’T YOU MAKE A FEW MORE? AT LEAST THREE; RED IS A GLUTTON FOR BLUEBERRIES. A FEW MORE WOULD BE BEST. WE CAN FREEZE THE ONES WE DON’T EAT. WE CAN HELP YOU IF YOU WANT.”

It was Blue’s turn to blink. He wasn’t used to having help. Maybe… “COULD YOU HANDLE THE DRINKS? YOUR CABINETS ARE A BIT TALL FOR ME TO BE ABLE TO POUR ON.”

Red laughed. It wasn’t a mean spirited laugh. It was the kind of laugh that invites others to join in. “heh. you could say you need a little bit of a leg up. legs get you a stool, before you’re on your last legs.”

“RED-” Edge began to say, but Blue’s laughter interrupted him.

“MWEH HEH HEH!” Blue giggled. He instantly slapped his hands over his mouth. Stretch hated when he laughed like that.

Apparently Edge and Red didn’t share that opinion. Red was grinning like he’d won the lottery, and Edge… Edge was blushing like mad, his face lit up a deep maroon.

“heh, see, boss? someone appreciates my jokes. now, egg-scuse me while I start on some fried eggs. protein would be good, seeing as we’re taking you to see felldyne today,” Red said casually. Blue smiled. He was looking forward to seeing Felldyne again. Maybe she would remember him? The thought fueled his big smile as he finished cooking the waffles, the happy sounds of puns and groans wrapping him in safety.

#grey fanfic #fellcest #underfell sans #Underfell Papyrus #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #underfell #underswap #temmie #yastaghr

[second-chance-au]

UTSS Gift

Hey there @glacierkato, I was your secret santa this year!

Apologies for the wait, but I made this the best I could.

You said you weren’t picky about which Sans you wanted... so instead of having just ONE Sans...

I WROTE A FIC WITH FIVE!

Hope you enjoy!

@undertalesecretsanta

”alright, are we ready to have some fun?”

Sans was still a bit confused over how he was talking to himself, but nevertheless, he felt ok. They all showed up rather unexpectedly. He had been getting a bag of Popato Chisps from the fridge when he heard a huge crash from his room. Hurrying up there, he saw 4 other versions of himself piled on top of one another. But he’d seen weirder, that’s for sure. How he got the others to even go mini golfing was an even bigger mystery. Maybe a bit of reverse psychology did the trick.

“gee, i love golfing. thanks for taking us here, dumbass.”

Fell was less than enthused over having actual fun for once. However, he was dragged out of the house by the others, and he didn’t really have much of a choice, so he came along.

“FELL! PROFANITY, PLEASE!”

Swap berated Fell for his improper use of language, but Fell ignored him. He’d already been tired out by Swap constantly talking about whatever he had on his mind the whole way to the mini-golfing course. And, considering how hyper Swap is, he was less than enthused to continue to hear his voice.

“more? alright, then. if you say so…”

“NO! STOP SAYING THOSE WORDS! THOSE ARE NOT NICE WORDS TO SAY AROUND PEOPLE YOU DON’T KNOW.”

“can we just get this over with?”

Geno was more than ready to go home.

“alright, you all, settle down. now, role call…”

Sans began to say the nicknames of everyone who came along. They had come up with them back at the house, and he was a bit proud of them.

“fell?”

“already told you.”

“swap?”

“HERE!”

“geno?”

“...here.”

“outer?”

...no reply. Sans repeated his call.

“outer?”

“oh, up here!”

Sans looked up. Floating across the sky, Outer had decided to have some fun.

“good, you’re here. we’re all here. let’s start then.”

Sans teed up, looked down the course at the hole in the ground, and took a shot. Barreling down the course, the ball shot over the hole, and completely out of play.

“nice going, dumbass. maybe hit the ball a bit less hard next time?”

“yeah yeah, whatever. fell, you take your shot while i get that.”

Fell sighed, teed up, aimed, and shot. The ball shot straight for the hole… then suddenly veered left, out of play.

“...alright, very funny. who did it.”

Outer chuckled a bit.

“hey smartass, let’s play the game fair, shall we?”

A small argument ensued. Geno decided to take his shot. Hitting the ball, it rolled down the path, and right into the hole.

“...ha. hole in one.”

Geno gave a slight smile.

Swap decided to go next while Fell and Outer still argued.

“GO IN THE HOLE, BALL!”

Winding up way too much, Swap struck the ball. Flying out of the course, it careened into the main building window, shattering it.

Fell and Outer stopped, looked at the damage, then at Swap. They broke out into laughter.

“damn, that has to be the worst shot i’ve ever seen in my life!” Fell remarked.

“nice one, swap.”

Swap scratched his skull.

“THE HIGHEST SCORE WINS IN THIS GAME, RIGHT?”

The other Sans-es stopped to look at Swap. Classic Sans replied.

“yup. that’s how you win.”

“GOOD! THAT MEANS I’M WINNING SO FAR! MWEH HEH HEH!”

The rest of the game continued in this odd circus act of manipulation, jokes, and a whole lot of yelling.

“can you not, you insignificant slimeball?” Fell grumbled on the last hole, after his ball went off the course for the 10th time that day.

Geno decided to take his shot. He’d been winning for the whole game, and while he didn’t want to come here at first, he actually had a lot of fun. Winding up, he swung. The ball bounced back and forth around the obstacles, and ended extremely close to the hole.

“...im pretty good at this game, heh.”

Swap wound up and shot his ball off the course again.

“YES! 130 POINTS!”

Outer took a nice and easy shot, which swerved impossibly around all the obstacles and into the hole. It was painfully obvious something fishy was going on here.

“you cheating bastard!” Fell exclaimed.

“i think im just good at this game.”

“...why i oughta…”

“hey you two, calm down. let’s just get this over with, mr. edge lord.”

Finishing off the round, the scores went down in the books.

The par was 36, and most of them did rather ok. Geno finished with 25 strokes. Outer with 34. Classic with 45. Fell had 61, but for someone who had no fun whatsoever, it wasn’t a bad score. But Swap…

...he finished with 145.

“I WON! I KNEW I WOULD BEAT YOU ALL! MWEH HEH HEH!”

After leaving the golfing course (and paying for the broken window), the sans pack went back to the home of Classic. They had to say their goodbyes.

“thanks for torturing me all day. had a lot of fun,” Fell snarked.

“i had fun today, i won’t lie. it’s been a pleasure.” Outer smiled.

Swap grinned.

“I HAD A LOT OF FUN BESTING YOU ALL IN MINIATURE GOLF! BUT I MUST GO NOW! ENJOY YOUR LIFE! MWEH HEH HEH!”

Geno sighed.

“...you know, i thought this would be boring and painful to do… but it was fun. i don’t think i’ve had that in a long time. thank you.”

Classic winked.

“anytime, pal.”

After they had all left through some sort of time-space manipulation magic from Geno, Sans went back to do the only thing he knew how to do best.

He took a nice long nap.

#UTSS 2018 #undertale #glacierkato #sans #enjoy the fic! #i gave them a Florida wintertime thing to do #because im from there

[purplerosewrites]

An Underswap mini fic thing with reader insert: Rainy Day with BlueSky

You listened to the light pitter patter of the rain as it bounced off a near by window. You had a hot coco in hand as you mindlessly scrolled through the internet. Nuzzling in a blanket draped over your shoulders you scooted just a little closer to the heater. It had been raining for more than a week now, and as lovely as it was, you were growing tired of being cooped up in your small apartment with nothing new to do. It rained so hard at times a few streets were flooded, so all the local weather stations recommended staying indoors. Today it seemed the precipitation was finally letting up. Not long after making your third cup of hot coco, you received a text from a contact you had dubbed “BlueSky”.

“Water you doing today?”

                                                                                                                                                                                                              “Really”

                                                       “Just being board out of my mind”

                                                                                 “Why do you ask”

It was then that you heard a knocking coming from the front door. A part of you was not inclined to leave your warm cozy space, but this development did intrigue you. You opened the door, still wrapped in your blanket. You were greeted to the cheerfully smiling skeleton clad in blue and gray. With his signature bandana of course. “MY FRIEND! CARE TO JOIN ME ON AN ADVENTURE?” “What sort of adventure?” You inquired. Things always became. . . interesting is the best word to describe it. Things always became interesting when ever he was around. Every time you had met, he always managed to surprise you in one way or another. And as you had suspected, this time would be no different. “WHAT SORT, I DON’T KNOW. THAT’S WHY WE MUST SEARCH IT OUT!” “You just want to explore.” The stout skeleton chuckled. “WELL, IT WOULDN’T BE AN ADVENTURE IF I HAD A SPECIFIC DESTINATION IN MIND, MY FRIEND!” “Sorry bud, but you’re going it solo today. It’s raining, and I don’t want to part from my heater any longer.” “AWW. WHAT IF WE RAN!” “Running?” That came out more as an unamused statement then you had meant it too. “WHY YES! IF WE KEEP MOVING, YOU’LL STAY WARM!” “Dude, it’s raining out there. Way too dangerous. I’d fall on my face or into a street with cars.” “THEN I’LL CATCH YOU! THERE’S NO NEED TO FRET ABOUT DANGER WHEN I’M AROUND! I’VE BEEN TRAINING TO PROTECT OTHERS FOR MOST OF MY LIFE! WON’T YOU COME WITH ME?” “. . .” You fell silent for a moment as you took a sip of your delightful hot coco. “What about Alphys?” “I INVITED HER, AND OTHERS, BUT THEY ALL REFUSED MY OFFER.” Sighing you placed the mug on a near by table. “I swear, if I get sick, you’re nursing me back to health. And trust me, I’m a b*tch to deal with when I’m sick.” “HEH, AND DON’T I KNOW IT. THANK YOU MY FRIEND!” “Yeah, yeah. Just give me a moment to get out of my comfy clothes.” Sans or “Blue” as you normally called him, plopped himself next to the heater. After swiftly changing you both headed out side. A-and Sans dashed away!? “Blue!? Where are you going!?” He stopped to look over his shoulder while still jogging in place. “PART OF MAKING SURE YOU DON’T GET SICK IS KEEPING YOU WARM! WE ALREADY DISCUSSED THIS UP STARES! DON’T YOU REMEMBER!?” “Yeah, well, I can’t run as fast as you! Not all of us have trained to be knights!” He jogged at a slow pace for his standards so you could just barely not keep up. He found amusement in your failed attempts to catch up to him. That was till you slipped and almost crashed into a lamp pole. To you one moment you felt yourself lose your footing, the next you were in the skeleton’s arms, being held steady. “I told you I’d fall.” “AND I TOLD YOU I’D CATCH YOU.” He wore that smirk you loved and hated. It was the one that was shown when he won at any competition. The one that couldn’t help but appear when a jape he’d been planning for weeks fell into place. The awful smirk that always shown when he couldn’t contain his pride any longer. “Oh, I’ll wipe that smug look off your face!” Pushing him a side you dashed as quickly as you could around the corner. You then ducked between some old buildings and hid behind a wall. You knew that you couldn’t out run him, you had attempted that more times then you could count, but perhaps you could pull the wool over the eyes of the great prankster himself. “DID YOU REALLY THINK THAT WOULD WORK?” Or he would be standing right beside you. “Seriously, how do you do that!? Sometimes I swear you can just, teleport or something!” Your companion couldn’t help but chuckle. He winked while holding a pointer finger in front of his mouth. “OH NO MY FRIEND. I ONLY USE THAT IN EMERGENCIES.” “. . . Was that a joke?” “WELL, IF IT IS, I HOPE YOU NEVER FIND OUT! I’D HATE FOR THE IMPLICATIONS OF YOU BEING IN TERRIBLE DANGER TO COME TRUE.” Finally, you took in your surroundings. It appeared it was raining harder again. The place you were at was flooded. Not by much, but it was high enough for sand bags to have been placed in front of doors. The water was also swiftly rising, almost reaching your ankles already. “MIGHT I SUGGEST WE GET GOING?” “Yeah, definitely.” Your first thought was to get to higher land. You climbed over a fence and you managed to get onto the metal fire escape that stood behind it. You then raced up it till you reached the roof. “NOW WHAT?” “I. . . didn’t think that far ahead, uh. Oh.” You locked eyes on to the next roof over. “. . . OKAY.” Without hesitation he leaped across the gap. He twirled around to face you. “WELL. . .” “Uh. . .” “WHY AREN’T YOU COMING?” “This is so dangerous!” “. . . I SUPPOSE SO, BUT WE ONLY HAVE ONE LIFE TO LIVE. SO, EITHER WE CAN FIGHT FORWARD AND LIVE IT TO THE FULLEST, EVEN IF IT HURTS, OR. . . WELL, I’M NOT SURE WHAT.” “. . . F*ck it!” You took several steps back before bounding across the roof and taking a mighty leap. You felt gravity already pulling you back down, and your vision blurred. Suddenly you hit hard stone, but not of the ground like you were expecting. Sans clutched one of your hands in both of his own. Half of his body leaned over the edge of the roof. “T-thanks!” “HUH? NO NEED FOR THAT! WHAT ELSE ARE FRIEND FOR?” He pulled you up with ease and didn’t let go till he was sure you were secured on the roof. “ARE YOU BRUISED ANY- HEY!” Before he had the chance to finish his sentence you were already jumping towards the next roof, this time landing on it. “Aren’t you coming!?” “OH, IT’S ON!” Sans swiftly began to make chase after you. You both leaped from roof to roof, relishing the wind that was now picking up, and the rain that was now pouring down with such force you could swear someone was hurling mini water balloons at you from above. Not wanting to be out done by your competitor once more you decided your next target should be something other than a roof. As he was launching himself towards the next roof, you instead threw yourself onto a bus that just started to leave its station. You landed on it with a loud thud. You immediately regret your decision after feeling a sharp, prickling pain pulsing from your legs and arms, which you had used to land. You crawled away from the edge, and made sure you were in the middle, lessening your risk of falling off. You rolled onto your back and draped your arms over your eyes. You decided that this was enough excitement for you for one day. “Hey Blue. . . Uh, Blue?” You sat up and looked around. It was dark, that was all you could make out. A storm was certainly directly over the town. Wind was crashing around, almost knocking you off the bus. Well. . . This was certainly a fine mess you had gotten yourself into. “HEY!” “Blue!?” “OVER-*HUFF* OVER HERE!” You slowly inched toward his voice. You saw him trying his damnedest to keep up with the vehicle, but the weather conditions were holding him back. Using one hand you held onto the edge, and with the other you reached out towards him. He summoned two bones, out from the ground, under his feet, hurling him forward. Of course, in this moment the bus took a sharp turn, but you managed to catch his hand anyway, almost falling off in the process. You immediately dragged him up. “W-well, that was fun.” Sans simply stared at you. “Something wrong?” “. . . THANK YOU FOR TODAY.” “No problem. In fact, I should be thanking you!” “MWEH HE HE. MUCH OBLIGED! SO, ANY PARTICULAR REASON WE’RE LEAVING TOWN?” “That’s where this is going?” “YEP!” “We need to get off this thing!” You had to squint when looking around, but you realized you were at the outskirts of town, just leaving it in fact. You could see those grassy, rolling hills that surrounded the town come into view. “After we get to the hills, on the count of three, we jump, yeah?” “YES!” Those moments leading up to that jump were exhilarating, and horrifying at the same time. After taking a deep breath, you spoke. “One.” “TWO!” “Three!” With your hands clasped together, you took that leap into the dark. Sans pulled you into his arms, and held you close. You crashed onto the ground before rolling and rolling till you finally slowed down. “ARE YOU OKAY? ARE YOU INJURED IN ANY WAY?” “Dizzy. . . Very dizzy, and sore. What about you?” “I’M A-OKAY! NOW, LET’S GET GOING!” Before you could react, Sans lifted you into his arms and he dashed across the ground at an impressive speed. “Hey, I think there are some trees over there.” “GOOD EYE!” Once you reached there, Sans placed you down. “Say, why don’t we rest here for a moment?” “HMM. . . WHY NOT.” Sans sat beside you. Though you weren’t that far from town, the weather was certainly calmer. The rain lighter, and the wind quieter. . .  Before either of you realized it, you both had fallen asleep.

#underswap #us!sans #reader insert #mini fic #purplerosewrites