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human swap papyrus

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humanized underfell sans name: ruben

* traditional art -> digi art * SAI + PICSART i love him so much? i mean, he came out nice just like i wanted. ♡

don’t repost/edit/trace/use without ARTIST’S permission. thanks.

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journey to the west idk just SOMETHING i need to draw and let it out

my drawing

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@batautomaticbouquetartisanthings @darkase-everlasting

pickle is important and so are yours ; )

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doodles doodles ?? # because i was bored, also i just wanna see sans in chara's sweater, alright? character; sans, i guess. au-ish - chara!sans lol, i forgot because it was around 1-2AM and i can'tremember. sobs sobs- traditional art material used; pencil, eraser, paper edited via picsart because idk how to digitalize RIP FOREVER i don't remember when was the date lmao bye

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completed request 1# requested by brother character; undertale - undyne took about 2-3 hour-ish to finish it traditional art material used; pencil, eraser, paper edited via picsart because idk how to digitalize rip rip 17/05/17

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doodle doodle ??# character; flowerfell frisk, created by siviosanei took about 30 minutes-ish doodle? no sketch, just straight out doodle because i was bored. traditional art material used; pen, paper edited by picsart still suck in choosing colors i forgot when i doodled this so yeah haha

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i just typed a bad fanfic and im ready to delet myself

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What Is Your Name?

[ LOOK AT ME. WRITING BS UF SANS/READER. WOWIE. P.s. First attempt to write something like this. JUST AN EXCUSE TO WRITE ESTABLISHED MARRIAGE UF SANS/READER. English is not my first language. Please point out my mistake. I think I need to fix both characters interpretation too. Hnngh. ] Summary; You lost your job, you went to drink for comfort. The next thing you know when you woke up, you were married to a skeleton. And you have no recollection of ever met a skeleton before. * * * * * Chapter 1. According to your fortune cookie, today would be your lucky day. So much for lucky talk and belief but you know that was all empty bullshit. Just earlier you got fired for no reason whatsoever at all! Wow, where's this 'luck' when you need it the most? Your employer apologized for unable to pay you anymore but does getting your last payment counted as luck? You are not sure. At least, they were being polite and honest aside from giving a brief explanation and reasoning for their action. You sighed. Well, they got some points and... it was acceptable, reasonable even. After all, they are THE boss. The talk about the downfall and the instability of economy didn't seem to glue in your mind. Heck, you didn't even catch any provided informations at all. Not appealing at all. All you want to do now is to get drunk of yourself and clear up your mind. The deadline to pay your rent was just around the corner and you don't need to deal with that bullshit after you just lost your job. You can start for job-hunting tomorrow, right? Still got plenty of time. But tonight? Tonight is still young and getting all wasted sound good. You pulled your car right up into the first bar you spotted; Grillby's. Never heard of it before, but you are not even picky when it comes to drinking. You need the sting-soothing burning sensation of the good alcohol. Finding some comfort by drinking had seemed to be your habit when you started to work. It becomes more frequent when you started to switch from jobs to jobs. But it didn't matter, at least you are drowning yourself by drinking instead of talking it out. You never trust any of your colleagues or co-workers. The past stayed in the past. You rather not repeated the same mistake. You parked your car right next to a black Cadillac and strutted yourself in. Couple of eyes wildly wandered over you, your body but you could careless about it. Your mind was occupied with far much more important problems, you don't need to deal with this new annoyance feeling too. Five-six-seven strides and you found yourself in the stool right before the counter. And surprise by the fact that you were greeted by a fire-element monster. Yeah, those Monsters... Being trapped for God-knows how long and now their kind scattered across the surface, all over the world... some years ago, right? How old were you back then? 15? 16? You lost count. But then again, YOU don't even know that Monsters DO exist. How very ignorant of you. ... Oh. Now that you realized after taking a quick glance, majority of the customers were Monsters. Oh well. They DO serve humans too, right? Guess you either you walked out and make yourself look like an embarrassed fool or just order whatever on the menu. Because at this point, you don't really care anymore. The only thing that kept you still on your ground is your obnoxious ignorance self. And your mission to get drunk. Despite of fast your heart thumped, racing as if all this monster was going to - You ordered for a shot of vodka. The bartender seemed to get the clear order and he was gone from your sight. You didn't even bother to look or glance around anymore, eyes straight towards the cabinets, lined with various vintage-looking bottles. It didn't took so long and the bartender retreated with a bottle of Vodka and a shot glass infront of you. You started to drink. First shot, you could feel the burnt on your throat, gliding down. A slow opening but you were sure feeling good. Second and third shots, followed with a couple more. Your mind started to feel fuzzy and buzzed after you emptied half of the bottle. The glass was still in your hand as your flailed your arms around in a wobbly fashion, hitting the person next to you. You were no longer sober as you spoke inbetween laugh and tears. You just wanted some peace of mind, some luck and faith to believe; to believe there was still hope in your future, that you could still dream for a better future life. You didn't even wish to be in this life. Family problems, lack of friends, back-stabbing. Everyone just used you for their own advantages and pleasure, not to mention all the guilt-trip cycle. You practically cling onto the person next to you, and they seemed to hold you in place while you slobbering out your misery. Every words came out from your mouth wasn't exactly audible or manageable. Couple of curses slipped out too until you were out limp and darkness welcomed you. * * * * * You woke up by the lukewarm of the sun kissed against your skin. It was a nice tingly sense to be awakened to, except... You were pretty sure your apartment's window wasn't face directly on your right bedside. Eyes flicked open insteadly as you jolted out of the whoever-bed's-is-this. Practically scrambling yourself out of the bedroom, you found yourself donned in a crimson nightgown, made out of silk. It fitted nicely on your body, your right size. This is getting... creepy and weird. You could feel the pit in your stomach rushed back and forth violently, anxiety built up within. You just don't feel right. Last night was a total wreck, you drunk yourself to the core just because you lost your job. Wow, that's a new record. You don't even remember what happened on the latter. You just can't recall the event when you tried to think. As if a black hole domained it and ate the memories away, leaving you with blank empty answer. Common sense kicked in. Whatever bullshit happened, you just need to know where are you right now and THIS isn't your lousy apartment at all; you knew it for sure. As you descended downstairs, you found no one but yourself. Okay... What if this house was truly yours? Does the fortune and luck finally sided on you this time? That would be real great and fantastic. Maybe, you ARE real rich now. Hah, you thought. Metal spiral staircase, black in color just to match with the rest of the living room. It was as if some colour theme had played on. Black and white and red? It was least to your liking or so to say, much to your opposite. You are more the rainbow-type of person but you aren't complaining if this is your house. The wall painted in black, while the marble floor in white. Some of the furnitures in the other hand were varied inbetween black or white or red. As if someone just tossed whatever they wanted and they were super clean too. Must be a neat freak. But in all honesty, the living room is real huge. Is this some rich dope mansion? You found yourself wandered over the white cabinet with some picture frames -donned in black- on it. A couple of pictures taken from all the four seasons but the Spring caught your attention. You picked up the frame for a closer inspection. It was a wedding picture of... YOU and a s-s-SKELETON?! You looked down on your hand - and found a red band on your third finger. If this is a prank set up by someone, they had done a good job. You tried to pull off the ring but to no avail. It didn't even budged. You are married. Married to a skeleton. This must be a mistake. This has to be. You Calm down, ___. You must be dreaming. You will get up in no time. You pinched yourself... ... annnnnnd nothing happened. And ouch, why did you pinched that hard. Damn, why did you do it on first place. Still, you shook your head in disbelief. Take a deep breath, ___. There must be a... misunderstanding?? You don't know but you KNOW that this was never happened. Maybe you can explain what happened last night - Before your mind could trailed off further, your ears caught a faint conversation- more like an argument banter back and forth beyond what you assumed to be the front door. "dunno, boss. they just - passed out right there. so, i just leave them at home - " "STARS, SANS. OF ALL THE THING YOU SHOULD DO AND YOU DECIDED TO LEAVE THEM /ALONE./ GOOD JOB FOR NOTHING. I DON'T GET WHAT THE HUMAN SAW IN YOUR SELF-SLOTH-BEING. ONLY A MORON WOULD MARRIED TO YOU." Well, if you did took a quick glance of the state of the bedroom you just left, some socks were sure scattered about and a strong pang of mustard? But overall, it smelled stinks and you agreed with the loud voice. You can hear the jingled keys noise. Maybe that's your cue to hide. Wait. Why would you even hide yourself from someone that you - well, your 'husband'? Skele-husband? Well, you don't know anything about them, hell you don't even remember of ever married to a skeleton. But if you played it out nicely, maybe you can make yourself out and through. Yes, that's about the idea. Good one, ___. The door was about to open but you dashed upon it, gave it a HARD slam and with a quick lock of course. Click! ... That wasn't in plan. You can hear whoever behind the door, cursing and yelling. That was the second voice's owner. Also, you heard the owner of the first voice just laughed at the misfortune. "WELL, YOU MUST BE PLEASED FOR WHATEVER YOU HAD MADE HER TO BE THIS RUDE. INFLUENCE HER WITH YOUR CUNNING ANNOYANCE ATTITUDE. I EXPECT BETTER THAN THIS, YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING BROTHER." "chill, bro. i got this one. geez." Knock, knock. Silence. Was you supposed to open the door all nice? And that was what you exactly did but to your dismay, it jerked back on place. "ah, ah, ah, sweetheart. i hope you don't forget when it comes to a-door." That was awful and you snorted. But still, you are a little confused - well, HUGE confusion of what you should do. Until it hit you. This. Was supposed to be a knock-knock joke, huh? They knocked the door twice again for you. But you can also hear some impatient footsteps on the other side. Better make this quick. Knock knock. "W-Who's there?" "who." "Who... who?" "wow, i didn't know my bro got startled up by some owl on the other side of this door. guess the bird just ruffled his wings away."

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When things gone wrong. When you spelt it wrong. Everything is wrong.

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Sans voice: I am literally done. *drops mic*

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Well, I am just gonna dump this here. “What if UF Sans got drunk.” kind of scenario. Just use your imagination. ♡

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six-word sentences.

“everyone here knows you don’t care.”

“fine, do things your way.”

“i want to be in love.”

“no, i would rather make money.”

“shut up already, i’m not going.”

“because you said that, fuck you!”

“i hate you more than anything.”

“just sit down? let me explain?”

“can i be a little nasty?”

“there’s nothing wrong with being sexual.”

“i want you to like me.”

“don’t you dare lie to me.”

“ i’m way too scared to fall.”

“terrified of my love for you?”

“we were both afraid, shut up.”

“it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really.”

“life’s too short to care anymore.”

“i dreamt about you last night.”

“really? what did you dream about?”

“i dreamt you chose me instead.”

“how did you become like this?”

“this isn’t any of your business.”

“i’m losing my mind, losing control.”

“you weren’t there! i needed you!”

“please don’t start with me, okay?”

“ why do you always leave me? ”

“this is all we have left.”

“i turned around. you were gone.”

“all i can think about is you.”

“wow, you look like shit today.”

“i called and you didn’t answer.”

“i wanna be a child forever.”

“today, my love is in mourning.” 

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PROJECT: redacted.

LEGEND. Eyelids were opened slowly, sunlight registered through the slip. You groaned at it, slowly adjusting your sight with the brightness. The smell of buttercup was the first scent that came to your sense. Your eyes blinked. Where were you? The last memory you had had in your mind was a huge explosion and white light blinded you. You heard a scream, inhuman ones and the rest wasn't really registered through your mind. It was such a horrible scattered memory if you think of it. In which just lead you to get a minor headache as you tried a little harder to remember. You jolted yourself up, as found out that you were being cushioned by a patch of golden buttercup underneath you. You blinked again. Odd. You didn't remember of ever laying down or laze around, over somewhere so serene and quiet. You wish to but you were sure you ain't the lazybone-type. You think so to yourself. Just beside the spot where you had laid upon, there was a clipboard with several paper clipped on it. Without a second thought, you picked it up. Thanks to the sunlight in which shone brightly from the crack above you, you managed to read it. Or so you think. Chicken scribbles, somehow looks like a journal of someone... No page was empty, all of them being showered with lots of words and words. You could make out some of them. * ALTERNATE UNIVERSE, written by FRISK. Supervised by-- You were unable to make out the name since it had been smudged over with a black charcoal-like ink. It was either someone doesn't wanted to be recognized or it was being smudged by accident. You can't tell. You flipped through the pages and caught some of the words that was visible. * xNxxxFxLL... * xxxxxxWAP... * xxxxxxxxx * xCExxTxxx * xxxxxWOxLD... And a couple more that you unable to make out the words. It was like a list of a world or some place... Ah- Universes. Just like the title had mentioned. But thing is... Why would you hold onto this kind of information? Must be important, you thought. So, you were entitled to hold on this, really. You took a quick glance on the last page, exasperatedly. There was a chicken scratch beneath, similar with the rest of the scribbles. "DON'T FORGET." All in CAPS, as if a reminder for the owner of this clipboard or whoever written this. You gulped, blinking a few again. "Well, I need to find a way out." You spoke to yourself, glancing around. You noticed that this cavern wasn't really unusual. Just like your typical hideout or a bear cave? Maybe. Nothing special on it like inhuman scratches or ancient doodle. Hah, you wished. On your back is a dead end, while up head... You can't see whatever beyond unless you make your way through. Usually, that would be the last option you would do, as you waited for any help. But this time, that, would be the first thing you would do. Sometimes you just have to break the rules, right? Chest rose and fell, you sighed heavily as you clutched the clipboard against your chest. You started to walk forward - But to no avail, ten-eleven-twelve steps ahead and you fell into the dark. Dark, darker, yet darker. You were screaming on top of your lungs but were cut off by the rush of wind went through your ears. It was as if you were screaming out air and no voice. As deep as you fell, you could feel a warmth tingled your cheeks despite the cold air sliced through. The blindness of dark now shone brightly, almost burning your sight. Again, you were blinded by this familiar light again. * * * * * You can feel the breeze blew against your cheeks, gently. Soft grass swayed back and forth, tickled your nose. Oh, joy. The earthly ground smells. It reminded you of... your home. A place where you belongs. You felt real heavy to stand up despite your heart, your mind told you so. This body betrayed you, enjoyed this minor scenic. You just wanted to rest. The journey was nothing but hell, being pushed back and forth while you have no slightest idea of where were you now. You sighed. And that's when your ears started to pick up a conversation. An unfamiliar voice. It was soft, as if they were talking to someone. Oh, so there were TWO people talking, huh? Hmm, you wondered what they were talking about but only fell to deaf ears. You could feel yourself started to fade out, draining back to unconsciousness until a loud thud pang within the radius of your hear sense. You jolted up almost immediately, heart racing as if they were going to jump out. Like a shockwave electrocuted thorough your entire body. "quite shocking, huh? how long are you gonna pretend to sleep there, kid?" Your eyes were blinking in surprise. The voice knew you were already up but apart from that, you knew darn well of whose voice belongs to. Your heart skipped a beat. Are you... no. Of course not. Slowly get up, you held onto your head, trying to gain any balance of yourself. While the other hand still clenched onto the same clipboard over your chest. You need to stay on your ground again but as soon as your gaze laid on whoever had woke you up, you froze. You can see a huge black-scaled dragon with vicious yellow slitted eyes dagger-glare at you. Infront of it was a pair of... pegasus? A winged horse? Well, you must be dreaming because you were sure that kind of fairy tale animals don't exist. Your mind refused to believe. But then your eyes glued on something or rather someone, far more interesting. It was a pair of tall skeletons. How tall are they? 6 feet? 7? Uh, you were sure it must be 8 feet tall. They are sure tall and pretty much like a mirror. Opposite to each other. A bright-innocent-looking skeleton and well... another skeleton. Doppelganger? Clone? - You can't tell. But his scowled face was terrifying and judging by that, he wasn't satisfied with your presence. Disgusted, even. And you were right about it. "CLEARLY, THE STONE OF DERCAS IS BLOODY USELESS. BIG FAT LIAR, NOT EVEN TRUE BUT A BORING WORTHLESS WASTING MY TIME. CEASE THIS. CEASW THIS DIRTY ROCK. CEASE THIS PEASANT FROM MY SIGHT." He stomped the ground again, pretty much pissed off. The metal boots crushed deeply into the earth, leaving a foot mark on. You looked up at him. His appearance was all black. From his shiny metal armour down to his metal boots. You rubbed your temple, head a little spinning after listening to his tantrum. Seeing your vulnerability, the other skeleton came to approach you. Bright scarlet gloves grabbed onto both of your shoulders, squeezing a little. A hint of reassurance. But for what exactly? The scarlet cape behind him blew by the wind. He looked like some kind of heroic figure in which you end up snorted. "HUH? WHAT IS IT, HUMAN? IS ANYTHING WRONG? WELL, IF ANYTHING WRONG, THAT WOULD BE BLACK. AS HE SHOUTED NONSENSICAL AT YOU. DEEPLY APOLOGIES FOR HIS BEHAVIOUR, HUMAN." He beamed with a smile. His words, his apology, everything sounds so genuine you just can't say no. "It's fine. Really. Don't worry about me." And this other skeleton now... He was donned in gold and red. A resemblance of royalty. Well, if this is some kind of color theme or pattern, you can see it clearly. You made a mental note to yourself. "V-VERY WELL THEN. OH! WHERE'S MY MANNER. I DIDN'T EVEN INTRODUCE MYSELF. I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SECOND COMMANDER OF THE SKELEGUILD. AND THIS IS - " "THE GRAND MASTER BLACK, THE TERRIFYING. BUT IT WOULD BE SUCH A HASTE AND WASTING MY TIME TO - OUCH! GRR, YOU DON'T HAVE TO HIT ME LIKE THAT, YOU - UGH. FINE. THIRD COMMANDER OF THE SKELEGUILD. NOW, WHERE IS THAT LAZYBONES THE BROTHER OF YOURS?" "just right here." And that caused the tall skeleton to jump on his own boots, bones rattled. He was about to curse but the shorter skeleton shot him a sharp glare. As he turned back to you, he looked rather casual and... curious. "sans, sans the skeleton. just some mercenary passed by." He held out his hand to shake, in which you were hesitant to. There was a small spark within you, as if you had known this skeleton over thousand years but you still can't quite figured it out. A sense of familiarity. You stared down at his gloved hand and shook it. "so, what's your name, kid?" "Uh... My name is ___" Nice one. You just made up whatever name crossed in your mind. Well, you knew you are not Frisk, the name on the clipboard and that name alone sounds pretty weird for you. Apart from these two skeletons whose named after a certain fonts, you don't wanna look funny on first introduction. "So, where am I?" The three of them shared glances at each other before nodding. "well, papyrus and black will take you back to the guild. i will tag along from the back. just got stuffs to do." "I WILL EXPLAIN TO YOU BRIEFLY WHILE ON OUR WAY TO THE SAFEST SAFE HOUSEHOLD!" "UGH, WHY DON'T WE JUST TELL THEM RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW. STARS, YOU BOTH ARE SO INFURIATING." "BECAUSE THAT WOULD RUIN THE SUPRISE!" "TCH WHATEVER." -wip-