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I think we as a collective fandom should make more angst stuff about epic.

dude canonically traumatized, stuck with a crappy magic donor (epic!gaster)who saw him as nothing more than an asset (called him that to his face mind you), raised his brother by himself after that said magic donor went to get the milk on his way to commit genocide, hasn't gotten a wink of sleep in the last 20 years and is suicidal as a result (along with other reasons) - WHY ISN'T THIS FANDOM DOING ANYTHING ABOUT THAT????

This fandom LIVES off of the misery of residents of the multiverse. The utmv has basically gotten the MLP treatment with the OG material being sunshine and rainbows and every Au out of it having the vibes and story of silent hill and I have no mouth and I must scream.

Like imagine how many peices of art or fanfics that could come out talking about this stuff!!!! AUGH SO MUCH POTENTIAL. Like what if epics friends find out about his past, what if his brother finds out how he's actually feeling. IMAGINE WHAT CROSS AND THE X-TALE GANG WOULD DO AS A RESULT. WHAT THE CHORMATIC CREW WOULD DO!!!!

TOO MUCH POTENITIAL BEING WASTED >:(((((((((((((((((

Probably cause most of the focus in the sans AU part of the fandom is mostly on the bad sanses and making them into either a family or a large poly that’s barely a poly.

So basically, shipping. Many people forget Epic even exists — and replace him as Cross’ best friend even — and mainly focus on using him to say a joke or something. Which isn’t too bad I suppose, I’d imagine it’s rather hard to get Epic to drop that “memey” part of his personality—especially if it’s also a coping mechanism for him—but also imagine what it’d take to push him far enough to drop it or let it slip.

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Not the same anon who requested hypersexual Reader. Im not sure if im hypersexual or not, but i kinda believe so. And your fic really comforted me. Thank you! Thanks the anon who requested it too!

And may i have Underswap Papyrus x Hypersexual Reader? I kinda view US pap as someone who indulges in his addictive behavior. But you can write whatever how you view him.

Thank you! Hope you have a nice day!

If anyone wonders, yes this is real advice that you can follow.

Featuring: Honey.

Masterlist

Ah yes, a past smoking addict trying to help a hypersexual person.

He has a bit of understanding of how you may be feeling, or at least he thinks.

Though yes he does still smoke, it's way less than before, at maximum three cigarettes a week, since underground he used to smoke at least four a day..

Well, Honey tries using the same technique he used to stop the over smoking with you, first step, go to therapy.

Hypersexuality usually comes as a response of trauma or personal problems, so trying to heal yourself is the first thing you should do.

Second, hide anything that may trigger your addiction. May it be sex toys, sexy clothes, whatever it is, you're not seeing it for a good time.

And third, try to shift the way you spend time, maybe try reading, baking or going on morning walks? Anything that keeps your mind busy.

Even if he isn't the most active person on earth, he can still make you spend time with him doing things that don't really need to be energetic, like drawing and playing video games!

Honey isn't giving up on you, just like his friends were there for him when he was trying to change he'll be there for you.

[eveline101]

can i request killer sans x a reader that has body dysmorphia and bc of that they keep stressing themselves out w diets and working out and killer helps them out? tyyyy if u do <33 want to let yknow i also love ur writing!!

I hope this meets your expectations! I myself didn't ever have body dysmorphia, yet I tried my best to write this as accurately as I can.

Also, obviously not canon Killer bc canon Killer wouldn't give a fuck about anyone.

Featuring: Killer.

Masterlist

He never understood why you always stressed yourself because of diets and daily hours spent at the gym. And he never will, because for him, your body is already perfect no matter the chub on your body.

Yet you didn't think the same, and that bugged him, a lot.

Seeing you practically starve yourself willingly to fit in the society's views made him mad. He saw you always check the calories of the things you bought- leaving things you loved just because it'd make you "fat" in your eyes. It angered him.. watching you worry about your body mass like it's a broken bone and not something that exists for a reason.

.

You looked at the mirror again, barely seeing anything on the darkness of the room, your hands touching the soft skin of your almost flat belly. Your ribs and bone structure could be clearly seen being clenched by your skin, yet it was not enough..

"..I'm still fat.."

You frowned as you turned around and climbed back to bed, you've gotten sick and Killer didn't let you out of the house, that meant no gym, no working out, and he was the one preparing your meals and making sure you didn't forcefully throw up in the toilet. You had no idea how he convinced Nightmare to let him have quicker missions so he could come home, yet he didn't bother explaining to you.

The sound of a door opening and closing could be faintly heard, followed along with footsteps of the person you already expected. Turning your head your eyes met with Killer's empty sockets, a plastic bag in his hand which he put on the nightstand before sitting down on the bed and kissing your forehead.

"How are ya feeling babe? Better?"

"mm... A bit.."

Your lips mumbled softly seeing him smile, grab the bag and put it in front of you.

"Damn it's dark in here huh? No idea how ya can see anything!"

The skeleton jokes standing up and approaching the window blinds, your hands fell inside the bag taking various chocolates, sweets and snacks from it. As the sun light suddenly shined through the window, you turned a package of cookies around to check the calories on the back, only to notice everything except the expiration date was scribbled in back, no numbers or ingredients that always worried your head were visible.

"Don't worry, made sure none of these have something yer allergic to."

He assured stretching his back and getting his jacket off, tossing it somewhere inside his side of the wardrobe and jumping face into the soft mattress of the bed, letting out a tired sign before turning his face to you.

"Killer.. I..."

You paused.

"..Thanks.."

He smirked sitting and covering half his body with the warm sheets, sticking his hand inside the plastic and grabbing a packet of crispy fries, opening it and quickly stuffing a whole bunch inside his mouth.

"mm, no problem babe, love ya."

His socket winked at you as his fangs crunched the fries. Your hand slowly opened the package of cookies and took a relaxed bite out of it. Maybe covering the calories of what you eat isn't a bad idea..

[eveline101]

Ink's family

✨A happiness family✨

Ink and Aster belong to comyet

Undertop Gaster belongs to stylincheetah

[eveline101]

Jax x Y/N doodles

I do not know how to draw sans and my stupid brain got too lazy to search for references

[eveline101]

Undertale, Underswap, and underfell brothers react to a reader (platonic or not) that is hyper sexual

Mind that you're responsible for your own consumption, vague nsfw under the cut and sentive topics

No dni banner because there's nothing really explicit but it's implied

Undertale :

Sans

He noticed slight changes in your attitude before your crisis started. You were getting more and more bold, which is quite unusual for you.

Sans was worried for the few day you disappeared but understood that you may not want him to know about your problems. It didn't make him any less curious though.

It was a week after your first "symptoms" that he really got worried. So he went to your hiding place to confront you about it.

"Knock knock" Sans said, standing right in front of the bedroom's door.

"Sans?" You asked surprised and a bit panicked.

"S'not how the joke goes, kid. Knock knock." His tone wasn't particularly harsh, but he made it clear that he wasn't leaving. He used a tone that you had learned to interpret since knowing him.

"Who's there?" You said recluantly, you didn't want anyone to know about your bad habits

"Will." You thought for a bit, trying to guess the end of the joke but couldn't figure it out with your head still full of what's currently going on

"Will who?" Sans smiles a bit. Even in bad times, he still likes his jokes. It helps him relax a little.

"Will you open the door so we can talk face to face?"

So after putting on a sweatshirt and pyjama's pants, you get up and open the door.

"Hey.." You look down at his slippers.

"Hey, how 'bout we sit down and talk a bit, mh? M'not upset with you, just worried."

After you both settle down on the bed, you bring your knees to your chest and wait for him to start talking.

"Soooo, what's up, kiddo?"

Yeah... This is awkward for the both of you

So after you explained the things you were doing and how you felt while he patiently listened, he just asked you one thing.

"Is it because of a traumatic event you've been through?"

Now I let you decide what happened or not because everyone is different, but let's just say that if a person did something to make you feel that way, they're going to have a not so friendly chat with Sans.

Papyrus

Now, this cutie definitely didn't wait to ask you what was going on. I imagine him being autistic

So, while our pretty boy is definitely not stupid, I like to think he still struggles a bit with social clues. This means that he did ask you as soon as he noticed, but it might have taken quite a while.

Now, we all now Sans almost canonically struggles with depression so Paps can definitely help you a bit.

So, since no one can resist that cool face, you explained what was going on and let me tell you... That man was upset! Not at you but at the fact that you felt that way and he couldn't do anything about it. Not that it was his fault, but yk (*￣∇￣)ノ

Now he spent days telling you how amazing you were, how he loved you (platonically or not *wink wink*), and trying to get you attention on something else than your problem so you'd feel better.

Because you do. Not "maybe", you do 😭🔫😾

The cat is me, obviously 🙄

Underswap :

Blue (sans)

Might get hate on this one, but I think he struggles with hypersexuality too. I don't remember who's Au's it is, but there is one where he's popular on Instagram and where he's close friend with Viper (sf sans from that au which I use). So he knew what was going on before you told him.

Bb explained that he was like that, too, so you guys took care of each other :3

Like getting in comfy clothes, cooking a bit, cuddling, watching a movie, ... whatever you want!

And like spa treatments to echother too!

I'll probably write a part two for him in the future because, like this scenario + him, it's just ✨️perfect✨️

Stretch (us papyrus)

Even tho he's younger than blue, he still took care of his brother and therefore knew what was going on too. So when he sees you, he just picks you up with his magic, drags you to the couch, and pretty much instantly falls asleep on you. Well, he's not really sleeping, but you don't know that.

After a while, you start to cry silently because you feel kind of disgusting. Stretch cling to you a tiny bit harder and starts to purr "in his sleep" to try and console you.

Yes, skeletons purr, don't ask me why or how.

Anyway, after a while of being soothed, you fall asleep, and Stretch is smiling like an idiot because he managed to help you even the tiniest bit.

After both of you wake up, he goes to ask Blue what he can do to help you and apply with the wtv he tells him.

Blue might even join to talk to you a bit :)

Underfell :

Red (uf sans)

He knew what was going on but didn't want to bother you with it. The man already knows how hard it is when you're going through tough times.

So he kinda let you be but sometimes he comes buy and offer you to do some things.

It's not in a really nice way but not rude either, just a bit rough, I guess

He was like, "How 'bout you do something instead of just lying there, huh?"

He is not an asshole. He just grew up in a difficult world and therefore kinda has a stick stuck up in his non-existent ass.

If you don't move, he'll literally drag you out of bed and sit you on the couch with a movie already picked paused on the TV.

If you talk about it, he'll listen and suggest things that might help you, but if you don't, he'll do whatever he can while being "subtle."

Edge (uf papyrus)

He catched you crying when he opened the door of your bedroom to ask you to come downstairs since dinner was ready. Now Edge is by no means a cruel person, but he had to do things to survive in the underground. I like to think that when they all got out, he and Red cut links with most of the other monsters.

So now he got quite a lot softer, but it's still Edge, so don't expect too much.

He sat down next to you and brung a hand to your back (a bit awkwardly, but the man is learning people)

"I'M HERE IF YOU NEED TO TALK." he told you in the softest voice he could manage to get out (it wasn't soft, but since you know him and how he talked you understood that he was trying)

Same as his brother, if you talk, he'll listen, but he might be a bit more insistant with his advice. Again, not in a rude way, just in his way of saying thing.

If you don't, he'll probably get a little offended that you don't trust him even after he tried his best to be soft but still understands why you may not want to talk about your problems.

Not verified afterwards, sorry ;^;

So this is it :) it's a bit shitty ngl but I tried my best.

Kinda self indulge, honestly, but I'm better now so dw

If you have a similar problem or even another one, my dm's are opened, don't stay alone in your misery.

I might not answer right away (I live in Western Europe), but I will as soon as I can

Have a good day/night, and be safe, everyone. <3

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[eveline101]

This year was like a rollercoaster, full of tough challenges but also precious moments that I deeply cherish. Sometimes, thinking about what 2025 might bring fills me with a bit of anxiety, but I want you to know that I’ll keep giving my best, even during Underverse’s hiatus.

I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the immense support you’ve given me this year. Your messages, your fanworks, all of it has helped me keep going. You are the driving force that makes everything worthwhile, and despite all the things I've faced in this community, I’m proud to be part of it.

From my heart, I wish you a 2025 full of good lessons and moments of joy. May you find the strength to overcome hard days and the spirit to keep supporting other artists.

Thank you for being here. Can't wait to start working on new projects and sharing with you what I love to do.

See you next year! ======================================== Este año fue como una montaña rusa, lleno de retos difíciles pero también de momentos preciosos que atesoro profundamente.

A veces, pensar en lo que pueda traer el 2025 me causa un poco de ansiedad, pero quiero que sepan que seguiré dando lo mejor de mí, incluso durante el hiatus de Underverse. Quiero agradecerles desde el fondo de mi corazón por el inmenso apoyo que me han dado este año. Sus mensajes, sus fanarts… todo eso me ha ayudado a seguir adelante. Ustedes son la fuerza que hace que todo valga la pena, y a pesar de todo lo que he enfrentado en esta comunidad, me siento orgullosa de formar parte de ella.

De corazón, les deseo un 2025 lleno de buenos aprendizajes y momentos de alegría. Que encuentren la fuerza para superar los días difíciles y el ánimo para seguir apoyando a otros artistas. Gracias por estar aquí. No puedo esperar para empezar a trabajar en nuevos proyectos y compartir con ustedes lo que amo hacer.

¡Nos vemos el próximo año!

-Jael

[eveline101]

i forgot to post this earlier, but I guess I'm not too late. it's still 1/1/2025 here happy new year :D (click for better quality)

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His Story: Consequences Pg 59-60

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Guess what. Those pages were at my desk for two years and i colored and translated it in an hour because i was bored. Funny isn't it? :)

Also, if you like what im doing, consider to support me on patreon and kofi! :3

[eveline101]

Spending some quality time together. Color probably fell asleep.

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And here the UF Sans version of the thing I just wrote like two hours ago LOL. I was finally struck with inspiration after a looooong time. I love writing one-shots.

Anyways. Here’s UF Sans helping Reader get out of a bad situation by… Well, by being himself.

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OK, that car was definitely following you.

At first, you had tried to tell yourself that you were being paranoid. You could be paranoid a lot of the time. But it had been a while and the car was still going at an unusually slow pace.

You’d known it would be a bad idea to go walking so close to sundown. It was dark now, and there was no one along the sidewalk anymore. But no, you hadn’t wanted to miss your exercise. Idiot. And you couldn’t even go to your car, because your car was in the shop. You had taken a rideshare here.

There was a small restaurant just up ahead, though. A local burger place.

Knowing this was probably a bad idea, you began booking it down the sidewalk. The car, of course, sped up, but to your surprise it didn’t speed up next to you so that someone could grab you and yank you inside. You thought just being close to the restaurant would be your saving grace, but when you started to run through the lot, you realized that it was almost entirely empty. There were only five or so cars. And no one outside.

Please tell me they’re not closed.

You ran up to the front door and grabbed the handle, but when you pulled, it was locked. Only then did you see the big sign in the door that said they’d had to close early today. There was a leak or something. You peeked through the windows, but saw no one. You ran to the side of the building and saw another door, but it was for employees only, and there was no window outside. You decided to try it to make sure, but it was also locked.

Oh my God, I’m going to die. Or worse.

You heard the sound of the front door opening and started. You turned the corner, half expecting to bump into the driver of the car, but the stranger stepping outside didn’t even seem to notice you were there. And ohhhh my gosh.

Yes, they were a monster, but that wasn’t the part that made you hesitate to approach them, even as the vehicle you were running from pulled up in front of the restaurant. The part that made you hesitate was… well, everything else.

The skeleton making his way out of the building was of a shorter stature, sure. But he did not look particularly friendly. Like a lot of other monsters, he was dressed entirely in red and black, and he had extremely sharp teeth, which at the moment were preoccupied biting down on some fries he had carried out of the store with him. From the way the light of the street lamps glinted off one of those teeth, you could tell it was probably made of gold. His large eye sockets had little pinpricks of red light in them. This guy had clearly been in no shortage of trouble. Maybe approaching him for help would just get you into an even more dangerous situation?

Screw it, I’m gonna die either way, right?

You ran for the skeleton and, without thinking, grabbed the hood of his jacket. He seemed surprised, and then turned to look at you with a scowl.

“The fuck’re you—“

“Hi sweetie,” you said in a happy tone, which startled him into silence. “I didn’t know you were here.”

He looked baffled.

In a whisper, you explained your half-baked plan: “There’s a car following me. Please, please pretend to be my boyfriend.” You figured boyfriend might freak out the driver more than a friend.

He glanced at the car, then nodded.

Thank you.

He then surprised you by wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. Your face grew warm.

“Sorry babe,” he said, giving you a lazy smile. “Shoulda invited you.”

Now that you’d heard him say a full sentence, you realized he had a Brooklyn accent. “No, it’s OK. I don’t have to be around for everything you do.”

“Yeah?”

He wrapped his other arm around you and pulled you up against him. Shorter stature didn’t mean he was shorter than you— he was about your height. Hey.

“Well.”

He winked.

“I missed you,” he said quietly.

Uhhh. A part of you was thinking you’d made a huge mistake.

The other part of you was thinking you’d made the best decision of your life.

“Let’s get in my car, yeah?” Another wink. The winks were surprisingly charming. “We can drive somewhere nice and lonely.”

One of his hands moved to the small of your back.

“Get tah know each other better,” he said in a low voice.

OK, now you were trying to figure out if this was part of the act or if he was actually proposing the two of you have sex. Like an idiot, all you said was, “Uh.”

“That a yes?”

Nevermind, you now knew the question was serious. Trying to keep up the act, you said, “H… honey, you know I have work tomorrow.”

“Alright, babe.”

Phew.

“Where’s your car? I c’n walk you there.”

Oh.

“Um,” you said quietly, “I didn’t come here in a car.”

One of his eyebrows quirked up and he grinned wider. Those teeth really looked sharp.

“Oh?” he said.

You realized your face was on fire. “I… I can just call a rideshare.”

“But I’m your boyfriend,” he teased, waggling his eyebrows. You tried to glare at him, but the grin had become less predatory and more playful, and his tone of voice was kind of silly.

It was kind of cute.

You peered over his shoulder and saw that the car that had followed you was no longer there.

“The car’s gone,” you informed him.

“Yeah, I know. It’s been gone.”

What? Your face got hot and you glared. “Then why are you still holding me?”

“Cuz you’re cute.”

Your face got hotter, much to your chagrin. He tilted his head.

“What’s yer name, beautiful?”

One of his fingers trailed along your back as he asked. You wanted to pull away… kind of. You could feel yourself getting comfortable in your current position.

“What makes you think I’ll tell you?” you asked.

Another silly grin. “What, you’re not gonna tell yer boyfriend yer name?”

“Ahaha,” you said, trying to sound as sarcastic as possible. “Hilarious.”

A low chuckle. The baritone of his voice was… yeah, it was kind of attractive.

Trying to sound as reluctant as possible, you told him your name.

“Yeah?” he said. “Cute name.”

Your face got hot again. Ugh.

“Name’s Sans.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Who said I cared?”

His grin became devious again. “Yer face,” he said. “It’s real red, baby.

That just made it worse. “Well, maybe if you’d quit flirting with me it wouldn’t be.”

“Do you want me to quit?”

You glared, but you were less mad at him than you were at yourself. Because unfortunately… no, you did not want him to quit.

“C’mon baby,” he said. “Lemme take you home.”

“You mean my home, right?”

“Yeah.” A wink. “Unless you wanna stay at my place for the night. I’d like that.”

You were pretty sure this was all behavior that warranted a big slap across his cheek, but for some reason you found yourself really enjoying it. Seriously? This idiot?

“You can drive me home,” you said quietly.

“You sure?”

… Aw. That was actually kind of sweet. “Yeah.”

“Kay. Just making sure.”

What have I gotten myself into? was all you could think as he led you to his car. Now that he had let go of you, you realized he was still holding the box of French fries.

“You held onto those this whole time?” you said.

“What, you think I was gonna waste good fries? That’d just be stupid.”

He held one out to you.

“Want one?”

You just looked at him.

Then you snickered and took it.

At least as stupid as he was, he didn’t speed while driving or anything. In fact, your conversation wasn’t bad at all. He told you a little bit about himself, you told him a little bit about yourself. He made bad jokes. Apparently he was a fan of those. Despite his demeanor earlier, you realized throughout your interaction that he was really just a huge goofball.

It was a nice surprise.

When you got home (you really hoped letting him drive you home wasn’t a mistake), he grinned at you.

“Watch this,” he said.

And he disappeared from the driver’s seat. Just disappeared. You blinked, confused. There was a knocking on the window behind you, and you turned only to jump and let out a small yelp when you saw him standing right outside. He laughed a little as he opened the door.

“How the hell did you do that?” you asked.

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he said with another wink. “B’sides, that wasn’t the weird part. The weird part is me being a gentleman an’ holdin’ the door open.”

You smiled as you got out. “You’re a dork.”

“Rude. I’m a bad boy.”

“Psh. You wish.”

He closed the door.

“Hey baby, ‘fore you go… can I kiss ya?”

No.

“OK,” was what came out of your mouth. It was accompanied by a small smile and everything.

You idiot.

His eyelights got really big in what was, quite frankly, an absolutely adorable expression. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Wow, lucky me.”

“Did you think I was gonna say no?”

A shrug. “Pretty much.”

Huh? “Then why did you ask?”

“Cuz I’m stupid,” he said proudly.

“You are stupid.”

“Guess you like stupid, then.”

Oh. He was probably right. Aw, man. You rolled your eyes.

“Now.”

Sans surprised you by getting ahold of your hips. His eyes had lidded.

“‘Bout that kiss.”

OK. It’s just a kiss. One, small kiss. That’s all he gets.

To your surprise, that was what he gave you. Sort of. His teeth pressed against your lips and you kissed back. It probably lasted a few moments longer than it should have, but he was the one who pulled away first.

“Was it that bad?” you joked.

“Nah, it was great. I just ain’t gonna try my luck too hard.”

A mischievous grin.

“Unless that wasn’t enough for you, sweetheart.”

Nope. You had the feeling if you started making out with him, you’d wind up in the backseat of his car. Seriously. This guy.

“Geez,” you said, “take me out to dinner first.”

“Well, I was gonna ask, but I guess the answer is yes.”

Wait, what. Your face got hotter than it already was. “Huh?”

“I wanna ask you on a date. Ya ever been to that burger joint before?”

You shook your head.

“Boy, you are missin’ out. Lemme take ya.” A wink. “Please.”

No. You are not going on a date with him. Your standards are not that low and OK who are you kidding you’re definitely going on a date with him.

He must have noticed you hadn’t said anything. “You worried?” A grin. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll treat you right.”

“OK, OK, I get it, you’re smooth.”

His eyelights got big again. “Your words, dollface, not mine.”

“Whatever.”

He dug his phone out of his pocket.

“Number?” he asked, in a very adorable tone of voice.

You sighed, like it was a great inconvenience. “Fine.”

“Score,” he said as he handed his phone over. That made you blush. You hated it.

You put in your number and handed his phone back. “OK, dummy. There you go.”

He looked excited, like a kid who’d been handed candy. Crap, he’s cute.

“I’ll message you when I get home, yeah?”

“You’d better not be a weirdo when you message people,” you said.

“Excuse you, I am a very respectful, well-behaved boy.”

“Yeah right.”

He snickered.

“Alright,” he said, “I’ll be outta your hair now.”

“Good riddance,” you said, trying to hold back a smile.

“Mean.”

He surprised you with a kiss on the cheek.

“I miss ya already, sweetheart.”

You looked away, your face flushing.

“OK, that’s too cute. I gotta get outta here or I’ll just stay forever.”

You smiled.

He closed his car door and then disappeared. When you leaned down to look through the window, he was back in the driver’s seat. You gave him one last smile and wave, and he returned it with a very sincere expression. Then you stepped back, and he drove off.

Wow. You had the worst taste.

[eveline101]

Hello, I was wondering if you could do a oneshot where (UT) Sans and Reader are parents or have to take care of some children. PS: I love how you write, I didn't get tired of reading it.

Sorry it’s shorter, I’m exhausted from traveling across several countries and have been spending my free writing energy on my A03 nightmare fic.

Thank you for your comment about my writing, it means a lot to me as an author to know that people out there look forward to reading my works.

Reader in this is referred to as female or AFAB.

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“I used to want to be a mother, you know.”

Your comment threw off Sans a bit, and he tore away his gaze from the children playing at the center you were both at so that he could look at you.

That was something he hadn’t expected to ever hear from you. You? A mother? He thought you had told him and swore up and down that you hated kids and never wanted any- and now your words contradicted each other.

It wasn’t something that anyone would notice but him- he was your best friend, and he knew you more than anyone- which is how he was able to pick up that look in your eyes as you watched the children scramble around and laugh as they waddled on their feet. You always had this look whenever you were lost in thought only about something serious, it was a look that he knew was so serious with intent that you would probably go home and listen to your melancholy/sad playlist and drown yourself in pity and thoughts.

“never picked you as the type, you know, since you hate kids and all,” Sans remarked jokingly, but his words were an invitation for you to continue speaking your mind.

Yeah, why would anyone think otherwise about you?

You shrugged, shifting your hands to prop behind you so that you could lean back a bit. “I know, it’s a bit of a wild shot that nobody would guess about me. But it’s true.”

Some part of it was believable- after all, you had been the one who suggested that you and him volunteered your time together at a children’s care center for the holidays. It was out of the blue, but he couldn’t turn down your invitation when you told him about how you wanted to spend a day or two helping out with entertaining the kids in hospitals before Christmas rolled around. You had that sad look in your eyes that made it hard for him to be anything but your yes-man.

He was your best friend after all, what else was he good for if not to roll with your shenanigans?

“well,” When Sans saw you lean back a bit on the palms of your hands, he naturally slumped to lean himself against your side, the laziness creeping up in him. “this is the perfect place to just grab one and take ‘em home, these kids may be a bit sick, but they’re still up for grabs.”

“You’re fucking sick.” You rolled your eyes at his comment and made no moves to shove him away when he leaned on you, enjoying the small bit of contact.

Sans’ humor was usually lighthearted or brainrot, so it always took you off guard when he made jokes anywhere in the darker range- even if they weren’t really that bad.

Both of you were sitting crisscrossed on the ground a bit back off in the room, taking a needed break from playing and entertaining the cute children. They seemed to struggle to even waddle- and had to take big breaths if they spoke more than just a few words- and Sans found it endlessly adorable. The entire day he had been sharing memories with you that he had of when Papyrus was a baby and toddler- and the cute stuff he did as a ‘baby bones’.

“soooo…” Sans dragged his words on, and you already knew that he was going to prod info from you. “you gonna elaborate any further on the lore drop? orrrr…”

Why had you brought that up to him? It was something you’d never told anyone before, and something you hadn’t even come to terms with mentally until recently.

“Yeah, yeah.” You finally looked down at him, only seeing the top of his skull since he had slumped down against your arm and was looking straight ahead. “I wanted to be a mother, and then I saw how horrible my father was to my mother, and how horrible it was for millions of other women out there, and I guess…”

It scared you, that’s what it did.

The craving to be a mother shriveled up and died with the horrible reality crushed and the realization of what your fate had a good chance of being if you went down that path. Sure, you could live your little fairytale childhood dream and be a happy mother who was married to the love of their life- but with your horrible luck, the only future you saw for yourself was being left alone. Abandoned.

“I don’t know. Life isn’t fair, and it just wasn’t the path I saw for myself when I got older.” You cut your story short and sweet, suddenly finding yourself uninterested in sharing your depth like you always found yourself.

Why was it so hard to open up about anything? Sans was your best friend, it was okay to talk to him. You knew he struggled with opening up as well.

Sans was quiet for a little bit, the rarer moments where he had to think well over what he said. “i get it. raising papyrus was just kinda thrown onto my shoulders, and it was hard since i had to do it alone. but he turned out pretty great.”

You snorted. “Yeah he turned out great, I can’t believe he turned out so responsible when he had you raising him.”

Clearly, Sans was displeased with your comment because he scoffed and pushed himself off of you, giving a look of faux-annoyance but still the look of care in his pinpricks. “hey, i did a pretty good job, i was a lot different back then. i locked in to make sure he turned out okay.”

It was hard to imagine Sans at a point in his life where he wasn’t entirely consumed by brain rot and laziness, and where he cooked and cleaned and took care of a child.

But here he was, laughing and smiling as he played with the happy children and helped them build little block towers that fell over when they got too tall. Well- that was until he noticed you sitting off to the side drifting off in your thoughts.

“Yeahhh, you did a pretty good job.” You smiled at him, unpropping one of your hands from behind you and extending it open. “Come onnn, you know you wanna come back over here.”

Sans rolled his eyelights, ready to come back over to you before a little toddler came running up to you, waddling into the open space you made for a side hug.

“Miss Y/N! Are you coming back to play now?” The little speech came out in broken words, and it sounded like the kid was exhausted just from speaking. Sweet thing.

You smiled, and you didn’t notice the admiring look that Sans gave you.

“Of course, I am, sweetheart.” You uncrossed your legs, bringing yourself up to stand up on your feet and pick up the toddler with two hands, holding the child close to your chest. “Do you want to go back and read some more storybooks now with me?”

Sans gathered his strength to sludge himself onto his feet, sliding his hands into his hoodie pockets as he followed close behind you.

[eveline101]

Sans x Reader (BREAKFAST COMBO)(oneshot)

‘BreakfastCombo’

“so… how did the two of you meet anyways?” Fell asked, folding and unfolding the napkin he grabbed with his breakfast.

You were at a hotel (yes, all 7 of you, including you) in Colorado, staying there for the day until you drove down to the ski lodge tomorrow morning. Originally the plan was to leave today, but it started snowing. Snowing bad.

“Sans and I?” You questioned, not sure what he was referring to. There were 6 other skeletons.

He nodded, looking back to see his brother trying to make a plate of food with the hardly salvageable hotel breakfast buffet. “who else? m’ curious. he’s talked about you since the first day we showed up here.”

Hm. You sighed, staring down at the wooden table. God, how did you meet Sans? That was a long story that happened a really long time ago.

“Uhhh, I could tell you. Whydda ask?”

“m’ just wondering. s’ not like any of us had a human best friend like you at home. s’ weird seeing him like this.” He poked at the dry biscuit with his fork, a small snarl on his teeth.

Huh. No you in their AU’s? Interesting.

You tapped your fingers on the desk, thinking back to when you two did meet. Stars, it feels like forever ago.

“Technically,” You started. “I met Papyrus first. I was at Muffet’s and he saw me struggling with the morning crossword. He helped me finish it, promptly suggesting afterward that I try Junior Jumble instead. We just kinda became friends that morning and kept in close contact. I knew Papyrus for at least four months before I ever met Sans. It’s odd.”

“hm? whyssit odd?” Fell slurred his words together like usual, a bad habit of his.

“Well, you know.” You took a bite of your toast, swallowing down the hardly edible substance. “Everyone always meets Sans first. Before Papyrus trained with Undyne, Sans worked for her at the sentry station. Before Alphys met Papyrus, Sans ran into her in hotland and they’d watch anime together sometimes. Before Papyrus met Toriel, Sans would tell her jokes through the door. Everyone always met Sans first, but I didn’t. I didn’t even know the guy existed for a hot minute.”

“THIS FOOD IS DISGRACEFUL.” Edge suddenly appeared next to the two of you, startling you a bit. His arms were folded angrily. “I WILL GO GATHER BLUE AND DISCUSS ABOUT A POSSIBLE SHORT DRIVE TO A DINER SOMEWHERE.”

“Isn’t the whole point of staying at the hotel today because we can’t drive in the snow?” 7 people in one car during a snowstorm was a tad bit wild, especially just for some food.

“THE LODGING IS A 3 HOUR DRIVE. RESTAURANTS ARE CLOSER BY. I’M SURE THIS IS NOT HOW YOU WANT TO EAT THE ENTIRE DAY.”

Fell shrugged, not seeming to care about the whole ordeal. “room service food is way nummier. could jus’ order that, idk.”

Edge scoffed at his brother. “NEVER SAY ‘I.D.K.’ OUTLOUD EVER AGAIN.” He walked away, presumably to go grab Blue who was oddly still asleep.

“Anyways. We met for the first time when Papyrus invited me over for his birthday. I had already met Undyne and Alphys before, so there weren’t too many faces at his party that I didn’t recognize. I suppose Papyrus had talked about me to Sans before because I didn’t introduce myself and he just kinda… Stared at me the whole time.”

“that’s weird. prolly thought you were smokin’ hot and got nervous.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Again, anyways. I figured I’d break the ice, so when Paps was opening gifts I sat by Sans and cracked a birthday joke and his whole face just lit up. I knew that the guy loved jokes, but I didn’t expect him to crack one-liners and puns at me for the rest of the night.”

You trailed off in your words, the memory playing vividly in your head. After the party you had gone home and decided to scroll through some photos you’d taken earlier, deleting many that Undyne and Alphys spammed on your phone when you had left it unintended. You saved some photos and went to send them to the pair, but saw a new contact added. You clicked on it, seeing the only message being an awful one-liner.

(—-,—-,——) - 9:12 pm - why did the cell phone bring a sweater to the party

(—-,—-,——) - 9:12 pm - it didn’t want to get a cold signal. lol.

(—-,—-,——) - 9:15 pm - it’s cold. stay warm on your way home.

Ah. You must have given Sans your number at some point during the party. Who else would send these horrible puns?

10:05 pm- LMAO. I made it home safe, don’t worry.

You two ended up texting on and off for about an hour before retreating to bed.

A few days later you ended up having a shitty day at work. Unlike your normal tendency to bottle things up, even to your best friend, Papyrus, you wanted to spill your feelings... You called Undyne and Alphys. No answer. Papyrus was busy with Mettaton today, so both those options were out. Toriel answered but said she was at the park with Frisk. You didn't want to impose and passed off your call as a simple check-in. BP would only bring more down since he wasn’t the best at comforting, so you were led to your last option.

You rang the number and heard the pickup tone.

“hey?”

“Hi! Sorry, I’ve just had a long day and wanted to talk.”

You heard a soft sigh before a response. “go on. i’m not busy.”

“you called for how long?” Fell gave a bit of a surprised look to you.

“7 hours! I know. After I told him about my shitty day he ended up telling me about his equally awful one. I don’t know, we just talked.”

Fell stared at you for a moment, the end of his phalange picking at his gold tooth. You raised an eyebrow.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You battered.

“no, no. keep talkin’.”

After the two of you ended the call, you had asked to call the next day.

So you called the day after that.

And the day after that.

And the day after that one.

It took a long time for you to notice how close you and Sans had become. Papyrus was the realization moment for you.

“HUMAN, I MUST SAY THAT YOU ARE HAVING A GREAT INFLUENCE ON SANS.”

You looked up to Papyrus, setting your menu down on the booth table. “What?”

“HE HAS BEEN MORE ACTIVE NOW THAT HE IS TALKING TO YOU SO MUCH. I MUST SAY, I AM VERY HAPPY WITH THIS DEVELOPMENT!”

“Oh, uhm…” You took a sip of your water, the ice-cold temperature giving the roof of your mouth a bit of a cold shock. “Thanks.”

You did feel a bit bad at the fact that you were spending a bit more time with Sans over Papyrus, your best friend, but he was occupied with Mettaton and didn’t mind much. The two brothers still ate up a large portion of your time.

For Sans’ birthday, you chose to knit him a blanket. You had corrected him several times that it was knitting, not crochet, but now you were convinced that the smirk on his face when you corrected him meant he knew the difference and just said crochet to patronize you.

Although he tried to avoid you from coming into his room, mostly because it was messy and unfurnished, you had caught glimpses of it from time to time. A big ringer you noticed was the lack of a proper blanket in his room. While the temperature didn’t bother him much due to the lack of skin, you still didn’t like the idea of him being without a blanket at night.

You had been sneaky with it, casually asking him to go on a shopping spree with you and stopping at the yarn store on your way home. While you picked out your yarn for a separate project, you watched to see which yarns he liked. It was easy to tell, if he liked the color of it he’d pick it up and see if he liked the feeling. If approved, he’d hold onto it for a few moments before putting it back up. You kept note of which ones he liked and went back to the store alone the next day, picking out enough yarn of the two colors he was amused by.

It turned out as a soft blue blanket. The main yarn was a sky blue that was silky and cold to the touch paired with a dark blue crushed velvet that wrapped as a border. It took about two weeks of knitting in all your free time to finish it, completed by being folded nicely and wrapped up in paper.

After the small party you and your friends planned for him, you chose to give him your gift alone.

Well, not alone. You had attached a letter you wrote for him to the gift and placed the blanket on his mattress, knowing he’d see it later. You were correct, receiving a text from him later thanking you for the gift.

He seemed to open up to you a lot more after that.

“Sooooo, the rest is history.” You tossed the paper plate (still full of gross food) into the trash.

“wow. wowwowwowwowwow.” Fell shook his skull. “boring story.”

You scoffed at him, heading into the elevators as he followed beside you. “Yak it up. You asked. What did you expect, hm?”

He shrugged, pressing your floor number once you were in the elevator. “dunno. sounds like you two were going to shack or somethin’.”

“Fell, you perv! Nothing is going on between him and me.”

“yeahhhh, alright sweetheart.”

You scowled at him, breaking separate ways once you were out of the elevator and going to your hotel room.

You were lucky. Being the 7th member of the ‘friend/family’ group meant you were the odd one out, and also the only female. (ignore if you’re gender-neutral) If there was ever a situation like this where you all had to stay in rooms, you always got your own while all the individual brothers shared theirs. You can only imagine the chaos breaking out between Edge and Fell, cooped up in that tiny room together.

Your bed was cold and plush when you laid down on it, all made up by the hotel cleaning service. You stared up at the ceiling, your hands over your stomach. There wasn’t anything going on between you two, right?

Ugh. It was only 8:30 am, so most everyone was still asleep except the malicious duo, that was unless Edge successfully woke up Blue. You couldn’t just go back to sleep either. All the talking and walking around made your sleepiness wear off, so you were just a bit stuck. You grabbed your phone, choosing to mindlessly scroll on Pinterest.

You wouldn’t make a move on Sans since you were almost 100% positive that not only was he not interested in you, but that he wasn’t interested in a relationship at all. Every time you brought up the subject he just got dodgy, so you just chose to bury any feelings you had deep down so that you wouldn’t risk the friendship and be a hopeless romantic over some guy.

But now?

Ugggggh. Your feelings were all in a wad. Fell had successfully just made things complicated. He may be a bit of a punk sometimes, but he wouldn’t say something like that to you if he didn’t think you two were interested in each other. Even though he’s a bit rougher around the edges, he still is a Sans. He has the same morals and motivations similar to Classic, unlike Blue on the other hand. He would be your next best dig at getting into Sans’ thoughts since asking him directly was too risky.

You could ask Papyrus, but Papyrus is loyal to keeping his word. You heavily admired it and used his loyalty as a bit of a role model for yourself, but unfortunately, that meant that going to him for an inside scoop meant you’d have to be tricky with your words. Sure, he wouldn’t let you go in completely blind since you were his best friend. If he knew of your little crush he definitely wouldn’t let you get heartbroken, and would give indirect suggestions that technically don’t break his loyalty.

You chose your next best option.

8:34 - u up?

8:35 - i wanna ask u smthn.

8:39- did u go back to sleep ?

8:41 - evil sans (satan) - what's up

8:42 - do u think he likes me?

8:42 - don’t make fun

8:43 - evil sans (satan) - jfc, you woke me up for this?

8:43 - evil sans (satan) - im going back 2 sleep

8:44 - fell pleeeease:(:(:(

8:45- evil sans (satan) - im not sure. he doesn’t talk about that stuff to me. he does act interested in u though, esp compared to how he acts around everyone else.

Mh. You typed and sent a short thanks to him, feeling pretty satisfied with what new information you’ve learned.

You shut your phone off, sighing and tossing it beside you. If you were back home, you’d go and talk to Toriel about this. She’s always so nice and comforting to talk to. Granted, Alphys and Undyne were also good options, but they had a bit of a hard time keeping a secret in relation to crushes. You’d be teased high to no end. Mettaton would be nice to talk to, you could have a day with facemasks, mani-pedis, and gossip.

But you weren’t home, were you? So… how to pass the time…

The time went by slowly. It wasn’t until about 10 am that Blue and Stretch woke up, begrudging you to hang out with them downstairs in the hotel lounge. Since you already had plans to take a short drive to get food, eating at the hotel wasn’t really on the table. Blue dragged you and Edge to do one of the community puzzles the hotel had while Stretch and Fell lounged in chairs, occupied on their phones.

It didn’t take long for Sans and Papyrus, the iconic duo, to show up in the lobby. The short skeleton stood behind you, ruffling your hair a bit while Papyrus rambled on about why they were up so late.

“HORRIBLE. JUST HORRIBLE. WE HAVE BEEN UP FOR THE PAST HOUR AND I HAVE WASTED 30 MINUTES JUST DRAGGING HIM OUT OF BED!” Papyrus complained, some snickers being heard from Stretch about the situation.

“I’m sorry, Papyrus.” You tried to console him, elbowing Sans in the ribcage for his older brother's havoc. “When we get to the ski lodge tomorrow we’ll have our own room.”

Sans nodded, feigning a hurt expression from your elbow jab. “sorry bro. i really gotta work on my self o-bed-ience.”

Several groans were heard, and Fell waved Sans off. “boring, lazy, sloppy. you’ve been lacking on your puns recently.”

Blue connected another puzzle piece, a small look of pride and victory on his face. “I SUGGEST YOU CHANGE OUT OF YOUR PYJAMAS, LAZY ME. WE ARE GOING OUT TO EAT.”

Papyrus’ attention was caught. “GOING OUT? I THOUGHT IT WAS TOO SNOWY.”

“FOR A 3 HOUR DRIVE, YES.” Edge corrected. “BUT THIS DINER IS ONLY 5 MINUTES AWAY AND SEEMS TO SERVE EDIBLE BREAKFAST OPTIONS.”

“hmmm. who’s gonna drive, again?” Stretch eyed everyone in the group. None of you preferred driving.

Papyrus’ face changed to fear, quickly holding up his hand to his nasal socket. “NOES-GOES!”

The crowd of you went wild, the once tired and calm group now screaming “noes goes” while raising their hand. A few people in the lounge looked over at you, trying to see what was disturbing the peace.

Blue groaned once he realized he yelled out last. “WHY DO I ALWAYS LOSE AT NOES-GOES?! I SWEAR, YOU ASSHOLES ONLY PICK IT BECAUSE IT IS THE ONE GAME I AM BAD AT.”

“sorry, bro.” Stretch showed a half-hearted sympathetic look. “we don’t make the rules.

“Why don’t we put up the puzzle and head out then? There’s nothing wrong with being in your pyjamas. It’s not like we know anyone here.” You gestured to your lazy pyjama outfit, vouching a bit for Sans.

“see? they get it.” Sans commented, looking at you with a lazy grin.

“I SUPPOSE IT’S OKAY… BUT JUST FOR TODAY.”

The drive was chaos.

Somehow just five minutes in the car leads to sibling fights, Blue yelling at everyone to shut up so that he can focus on driving, Sans pestering Papyrus with puns and Fell showing you TikToks on your phone that he found funny. You never got a break from them.

Blue managed to park the car with several harasses from Edge about how “HE NEEDS A CAR SEAT TO EVEN LOOK OUT THE WINDSHIELD PROPERLY.” The snow was still relentless, just occurring to you that Blue was right and you should have not gone out in your pyjamas. While the others didn’t have skin and weren’t temperature-bothered, you were. You kept trying to rush them all into the diner as quickly as possible.

“I RECALL THAT YOU WERE THE ONE WANTING TO STAY IN YOUR PYJAMAS.” Edge teased you, watching as you sat down and tried to conserve your warmth by wrapping your arms around your waist.

You grabbed one of the menus, glaring at him. “I didn’t realize how cold I’d be. Gimmie a break, man.”

You loved him, but he could be a tad annoying sometimes. Quite frankly all of them got on your nerves now and then.

Food items, Food items… Hashbrowns, some ‘Waffle Topple’ special for 9.99. Your stomach grumbled at all the options.

“still cold?” Sans’ familiar voice rang out.

You looked down at him, seeing that he was sitting next to you. Odd, usually Papyrus or Stretch sat by you.

Checking around the table, you saw the chatter amongst the other skeletons. The two of you would be able to talk one one-on-one for a few minutes before any interruptions.

“A bit. It’s not my fault it’s still cold in here.” You scanned over the menu again. “Whatcha gonna get?”

“not sure.” Sans shrugged, tapping his phalanges on the menu. “all of these options are pretty eggstraordinary.”

“Sans.”

“but i think the breakfast combo looks grape.”

You crossed your arms, watching as his amused expression developed. “I’m not doing it. It’s too early.”

“what?” Sans looked over to you. “you got something to hash out with me?”

“10 am. 10.”

“just one? then i’ll quit.” Sans pleaded. “don’t grit your teeth at my puns.”

You groaned in annoyance, hiding your face behind your menu and peeking at him. “Uhmmmm. I’m really tired. I don’t think I can mustard up any good puns.”

Sans stared at you for a few seconds, a bit of a confused and enticed expression. “wow. mustard isn’t even a breakfast food.”

“You didn’t say it had to be.”

“didn’t i? i thought it was obvious with the way my puns were roll-ing.”

“I thought you said you’d quit.”

“i know.” Sans winked, setting his menu back on the table and shrugging off his jacket.

He pulled you in by your shoulders, wrapping his jacket around you to provide a layer of warmth.

You smiled softly, your cheeks heating up a bit since he got so close. Breathe. “Aw. for me? Your musty ketchup jacket?”

Sans brushed you off, his permanent smile twinging upward a bit more. “whaaattt? diddya think i’d give you the cold shoulder?”

You elbowed his arm, pretending to be annoyed despite enjoying his puns. It was a bit impressive how witty he was. You wrapped the jacket around you a bit tighter, not seeing the way Sans was busy staring at you.

“Whatcha gonna order, Papyrus?” Your voice rang soft to him.

Papyrus looked up to you, beginning to ramble about all the options they had, Blue occasionally piping in to debate on which one was best. You glanced over to Sans while listening to them babble, catching a glance of him before he quickly looked away.

You’d tell him soon, one day.

first one shot upload:3 idk if i should make it a two part or not? thanks for reading <3

[eveline101]

My Favorite Things - Mafiafell!Sans X Reader Oneshot

There are a lot of things I should have been doing right now. This was definitely not one of them.

Anyway, here's a little (almost 2,000 words) oneshot I made in a spur of the moment need to put up some Mafiafell into the world. Not like I don't have a million ideas for it already. I just wanted one where MC can stand on their own two feet against him without worrying about the repercussions.

Brought to you by My Favorite Things by Julie Andrews.

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You stared down at the gift in the hands of a stranger - some henchman, you guessed - a wrapped box in his hands that you could only guess held some nerdy thing Sans thought you might like. You weren't falling for it though.

"Take it back." You were glaring at the box - and your distaste unfortunately extended to the poor furry monster in front of you, a black and white dog monster with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. They all knew you didn't like it when they smoked near your home.

He was sweating like a man on death row. "Kid…" He basically was at this point. "Please don't make me take it back."

You crossed your arms in front of you, warm wooly blanket over your shoulders to shield you from the chill of the winter as you stood in your doorway, refusing to let the monster past your porch with the offensive gift - Sans' signature on a little card attached to the package. "Well, if you give it to me, I'll just toss it out, which seems like even more of a waste." You huffed, rolling your eyes, frustration bubbling. "Stars knows he'd kill whatever poor soul gets ahold of it if I give it away."

He'd kill me too. The dog monster thought as well. "What's so wrong with it, you don't even know what's in it." He defended, trying to save his own skin.

"Do you know the saying 'if you give them an inch, they'll take a mile'?" You rose your eyebrow at him, and he could do nothing but slowly nod, very obviously in an awkward spot. "Fine." You sighed. "Tell him if he wants something from me, then man up and come and ask me himself rather than sending me reminders of all the ways he'd crush me under his thumb." You gestured vaguely to the henchman himself.

"Uh… ok…" He was still sweating up a storm, knowing he'd have to severely sugarcoat your request if he wanted to make it out alive the next time he reported to Sans that you had once again rejected a present from him. Gyftmas was coming closer and closer and he was running out of things to send to you that you might accept.

Your father was a man of wealth, and Sans would never send you anything that wasn't unreasonably expensive or luxurious to try and win your hand. He knew, but it didn't seem to stop him, that you had left your large manor filled with a dozen brothers and sisters who worked under your father's three Michelin star restaurant and catering service. Most of your siblings adored cooking and were exceptionally good at it - the ones that weren't all hand some hand in the business side of your father's restaurant. And your eldest brother - the infamous fucker he was - had been the one who had fed your family's business to the mafia, making it a prime chain of restaurants to be visited by those with blood stained golden rings.

Sans was one of them.

He knew your family. He had made plenty of dealings with your eldest brother to make your family wealthy, but of all your siblings, it was you he was most interested in. You caught his eye on your way out - when your father threw you a large party for your admission into a prestigious, ivy league, private university for the sciences rather than culinary. While your siblings were baking cakes, you alone were making baking soda volcanos. He had been invited to the event when you were fresh out of a very speedy undergraduate degree and heading into a promising graduate school.

You knew who he was as he spoke with you, and because of that, you kept your patience short and your walls infamously high. He loved it - saw it as a challenge - and it only further pissed you off. You wanted nothing to do with the now tainted business your eldest brother had created.

But even now, a hundred miles away from your family's manor, Sans still tried to woo you as you held yourself together living on your own. It was annoying. Sure, if your family was any lower in status and power than they were, he'd be able to snatch you in the middle of the day and no one would blink an eye - but if that wasn't part of the enticing challenge, then he wouldn't have even bothered with you.

What a bother.

"Go on then, get out of here." You waved the henchman away, closing the door behind you as you turned away.

You'd made them open the previous gifts just to see what he'd gotten you, and you were just a little more ticked off the more you saw them. First it was flowers, then it was jewelry, then clothes, then food. Sure, he'd only really been sending you gifts when the month started, as per the season, but before, he'd send you invites to dinner or a party or some other event. He'd even canceled a conference of yours from your university to make your availability more free for him to try and take you out. You'd snapped at him hard enough to break a bone that day. He didn't try something like that again. Instead, this was his new tactic.

It was all of 15 minutes before you'd heard another knock on your door. You were cuddled up on your couch, just trying to get through your reading for the day before you sighed and stood. You really couldn't ever catch a break, could you?

No you could not. "mornin' doll." You tried to close the door on his face - but he held it open just a crack by keeping his hand on the outside of the door. He didn't even try to grab it by the edge. He didn't want to intrude on your property that much. "please, c'mon, sweetheart, at least lemme show ya what i got for ya." He begged.

"Leave, Sans." You had never given him your address, but when it came to a man who dealt with underground crime, you didn't even have to wonder how he'd gotten it all those months ago. "I don't want your gifts, and I don't want anything to do with you. I'm separate from my family. I'm busy anyway."

"please," He'd never been this insistent in all his attempts to coax you into whatever plan he'd laid out. Never enough to show up himself for his gifts - to be fair, he knew you didn't really want to see him, but now you said for him to - and never enough to beg twice when asking you in person. "just tell me if ya'd like it - ya don't gotta keep it - i just… wanna know. if i was someone else, would ya have accepted it?" But you had no idea that he wasn't a man to beg in the first place.

You gave him a sharp side eye from the doorway, frown deep as you glared at him, eyeing the box in his hands. "Open it." You replied curtly.

He seemed to light up, surprise and excitement barely restrained as he pulled apart the wrapper and card… inside was a music box… but not any normal music box. In a glass dome with a wooden base was a music box that when wound, would not only play music, but turn the mechanical solar system orrery.

Your eyes widened, looking up from the intricate mechanical piece to look at him. His eye lights flickered back and forth from your face to the gift… It looked old. Not something you would buy fresh off a factory or even have hand made, but something that was antique almost. There was an fondness in his eyes as he glanced back at the music box, and anxiety when he scanned your face for a reaction.

"Where did you get this?" You finally asked.

"sometimes when yer reminiscing, ya remember things ya forgot existed until then." He admitted.

"Do you know what this is…?" You turned to look at him, pointing at the music box, steely gaze staring him down.

"not technically." He was sweating a little bit. "but…" That fond look crossed his eyelights again for a flash of a second. "i remember usin' one a' these when i was a kid bored in the library."

"You went to the library as a child?" Ok that one was a little harsh - but the words flew out of your mouth before you could think twice.

He barked out a laugh. Thank goodness he took that in good nature. "heh, yeah. used to be… obsessed with this kinda stuff." He muttered, holding it out to you. "thought it was the kind of… nerdy thing that a scientist like yerself would enjoy."

"Nerdy…" You repeated, your tone much less offended than he thought it would be after he called you a nerd. "Mm… I see." You stared at it for a while longer before you sighed. "If I don't take it, what are you going to do with it?"

He piped up, his back straightening a little bit as he towered over you. "probably toss it onto a dusty ol' bookshelf in my study that i never go to." He admitted.

"That won't do." You glared at him again, putting your hands on your hips. "These require good care if you want them to last, or they'll just collect dust and the music box part will probably rust, which is a waste." You took the music box from his hands, tracing your finger around the glass. "Even if the inside is in a vacuum and won't rust, it shouldn't sit on a shelf unappreciated."

He was standing stiff in your doorway, staring at you with wide eye sockets and his hands still held out from when he was still holding the gift - the first ever you'd accepted from him.

"It'll need maintenance when the music box part rusts…" You stared at the orrery part with something almost akin to affection. "It was expensive, wasn't it?" You weren't really asking, just trying to fill the awkward silence of him trying not to grin like a madman that you'd finally given him an inch. "It's an instrument-" in both senses. "it'll need cleaning and polishing." You were just repeating yourself.

"then… you'll keep it?"

"Who will if I don't?" You looked up at him - he really was grinning like a madman. There was a long silence before you finally swallowed your pride. "Thank you."

"'course, doll, anythin' fer ya." He tipped his hat to you, almost smug - which got him glared at, and he dropped the smugness with an awkward clearing of his throat. "see ya, sweetheart."

"Hopefully not." You replied on instinct, but he could only smile at your sass.

"afraid hope's for the soft of heart." He winked, and disappeared in an instant from your porch.

You closed the door as soon as he was gone and sighed, walking your gift to the dining table to admire it and turn the crank, you couldn't help but lay your head on the table and hum along with the familiar tune.

"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens," You really shouldn't have given him an inch.

"Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens," Oh, but how could your nerdy heart not accept a gift like this knowing he'd leave it to rust.

"Brown paper packages tied up with strings," The planets and stars twirled along with the music and your soft singing.

And when it stopped, all of them aligned perfectly in a line. "These are a few of my favorite things."

[eveline101]

The Effects of his Captivity:

I’m yapping as I go so things might be repeated and disjointed sjsheoeb

The effects of solitary confinement for 17–20 years, compounded by erasure from existence, being forgotten by loved ones, and surviving only due to the power of six human souls, would likely devastate Color on every level—physically, mentally, and emotionally.

The scar from the human’s killing blow and the busted skull would constantly remind him of his defeat and the cost of his decision.

The scar across Color’s chest, combined with a busted skull and the fact that his body is only held together by the souls of the fallen children, would cause constant, likely debilitating pain.

The pain would not only be physical but might also affect his nervous system, creating a sense of heightened sensitivity, numbness, or confusion in certain areas of his body.

The missing eye socket and the physical instability caused by the six souls could result in constant discomfort, with his body held together by an unnatural force.

The loss of one eye results in limited vision, leading to disorientation or an inability to perceive his environment fully. His reliance on other senses might have intensified during his long isolation.

Though his body remains animated through the human souls, the sustained trauma would lead to deterioration in his physical form. Despite being “alive,” his body could be slowly degrading, leading to a weakened, frail state, susceptible to further injury or collapse if the soul power fades.

Without natural healing mechanisms, he feels fragile and unstable, living with the fear that even a minor incident could cause him to dust.

Isolation and lack of physical activity would lead to a decline in motor skills. Even with the souls sustaining him, his body would feel awkward or disconnected from his movements due to the prolonged lack of practice.

Being erased and forgotten would create a sense of identity erosion. He would question his own existence, asking, “Am I even real if no one remembers me?”

The replacement by Undyne would deepen this feeling, leaving him with thoughts of worthlessness or expendability. Being erased from existence and replaced as his brother’s sibling could shatter Color’s sense of self.

He might feel like a hollow shell, disconnected from his past, his identity, and even from the idea of family. This loss of identity could lead to deep confusion and a constant struggle to find meaning or purpose in his existence.

Prolonged isolation often leads to hallucinations, disorganized thoughts, and paranoia.

With only Gaster for company, the lack of meaningful interaction and emotional support would likely exacerbate feelings of detachment from reality.

With no one to communicate with besides Gaster, Color would experience intense loneliness. The human need for social connection becomes exaggerated, possibly leading to an almost desperate mental state.

His mind becomes fragmented, with periods of dissociation or even delusions where he might question his own existence, identity, or even whether he truly deserves connection.

He may mentally replay the moment of his decision to sacrifice himself and the souls, analyzing it endlessly and second-guessing if it was the right choice. This fixation could lead to rumination, spiraling into depression and self-blame.

While in solitary confinement, Color’s mind would likely sharpen its focus on survival. This could manifest in an almost obsessive attention to maintaining his existence, perhaps in unhealthy ways like fixation on the six souls that keep him alive or obsessive thoughts about what could have been.

His mental state would likely shift from coping mechanisms to raw, desperate survival instincts as time passes.

The combination of isolation, guilt over his past actions, and the fear of fading into nothingness could cause Color to experience significant paranoia. He might fear being forgotten again, rejected by any potential new connections, or being discarded once again.

This paranoia could cause him to avoid making meaningful bonds, driven by the constant anxiety that no one would ever remember or care for him.

Knowing the six souls are tied to his existence, he feels profound guilt over using their power to remain animated, questioning whether his survival is justified.

The choice to sacrifice himself and the six children to save his timeline would weigh heavily on Color’s psyche. The emotional burden of having made that decision—likely seen as a selfish act, despite its altruistic intent—could plague him with guilt, making it difficult to reconcile his actions with his current state of existence.

The scar, both physical and symbolic, would constantly remind him of the lives lost and his perceived failure.

With no outlet for his feelings, Color could harbor intense anger, not only at the people who forgot him but also at the world that allowed him to fall into such a fate.

This anger might turn inward, manifesting as self-loathing or projection of his frustration onto Gaster or even his past self. He could experience periods of violent outbursts, fueled by the intense emotional overload.

The most defining emotional toll would be a profound feeling of abandonment. Color would be haunted by the belief that no one cares about him anymore, having been forsaken not only by his family but by the very timeline that once needed him.

This abandonment would likely result in a deep sadness and longing for connection, especially with those he once loved. He wonders if he is fundamentally unlovable or unworthy of remembrance.

This loneliness could manifest in a desperate need for validation once freed, making him overly dependent on relationships (e.g., Killer, Delta, Epic, potentially Abyss, Gaster especially.)

Being forgotten by his loved ones, replaced as an older sibling, and erased from existence leave him grieving not just for his relationships but for his very sense of self.

He may also mourn the timeline he tried to save, feeling like his sacrifice was in vain if it resulted in this outcome.

He could harbor anger toward the human for putting him in this position, toward Gaster for not being more helpful in the Void, and even toward himself for making the choice to sacrifice himself.

This anger could fuel a determination to prove his worth or, conversely, lead to a sense of bitterness and hopelessness.

In the face of overwhelming despair, Color might latch onto a mission or role (e.g., helping people, trying to rebuild his identity) to feel meaningful again. His fear of being forgotten may make him try to be indispensable to others, risking burnout or exploitation.

After escaping the Void, Color developed an intense fear of being alone again, leading to overattachment to those who show him kindness, like potentially Delta, Epic, etc. He goes to extreme lengths to stay connected, even if it puts him in harm’s way.

The scar, the damaged skull, and the missing eye feel like visible reminders of his failure. He struggles with feeling grotesque or unworthy of acceptance.

his own suffering make him highly empathetic toward others in pain, particularly those who feel abandoned or forgotten, like Killer. This shared understanding make him a deeply loyal and supportive ally.

The lingering guilt and despair may cause him to devalue his own life, making him reckless in dangerous situations. He might see his survival as unearned and act with disregard for his safety.

The isolation, paired with the trauma of being forgotten, erased, and replaced, likely resulted in Color being emotionally fragile, mentally fractured, and physically deteriorating.

It’s also worth taking into account if Color remembers everything about Gaster again or not, considering that Gaster fell into the Core (was implied to have jumped) and shattered, being forgotten (but not replaced like Color was) by everyone, meaning Sans may not have known completely who Gaster was when he first fell in.

This could result in intense identity confusion and disorientation, because Color holds two dual memories; one where Gaster was present, and one where he wasn’t and didn’t exist.

This could even lead to moments of intense confusion, anger, and fear when one moment he’s talking to Gaster but the next day he’s being comforted and hel by a complete stranger he can’t remember the name of.

His identity felt like something slipping away, with his desperate need for connection turning into a hollow, burning desire. These long years shape him into someone who is deeply mistrustful of others, fearful of being abandoned again, and increasingly haunted by his past mistakes when he finally leaves the Void and perhaps his own timeline.

Prolonged isolation can lead to auditory/visual hallucinations, particularly if Color’s mind tries to fill the void of human interaction. He might perceive the voices of the six souls or even imagine people from his past trying to reach out to him.

The blurred line between reality and memory could lead to moments of psychosis, where Color struggles to trust his own perceptions.

Given that in the caring short, color was all too willing to accept the possibility that he might’ve been seeing and hearing things and gaster is concerned that color was “talking to someone”—makes me think it’s really not a stretch to think that Color likely experienced periods of psychosis in the Void. Seeing and hearing things that aren’t there, feeling things.

I’m thinking the Human, the six human souls, probably Papyrus. If he is aware of what’s going on outside the Void, he possibly hallucinates Ivory/Undyne. he maybe hallucinates stuff about Gaster too, saying and doing things Gaster didn’t actually do.

he could also hallucinate that he’s dusting, cracking and dying, since it appears he probably would’ve died if the souls hadn’t kept him alive (and then later Gaster.)

Would also make sense if he’s hallucinated things like Undyne deliberately and knowingly replacing him, resulting in emotional anger, betrayal, hurt, jealousy—even if he logically knows the things he saw and heard weren’t real, and that Undyne doesn’t even know who he is anymore, he struggles to accept and realize it emotionally.

Without consistent access to nourishment (magical or otherwise), Color’s body might develop long-term issues like fatigue, atrophy, or brittle bones, especially if his skeletal structure is already prone to fragility.

Since Color has only one functioning eye, the prolonged isolation and lack of resources would worsen issues like eye strain or headaches, especially if he spent significant time in the dark or staring at the infinite void.

Lack of movement and injuries from past experiences (like scars from battles or trauma) could lead to persistent joint or nerve pain. The stress of isolation might also amplify his perception of physical pain.

The Void’s timeless nature likely eliminates a natural day-night cycle, leading to chronic insomnia or fragmented sleep. This, combined with emotional stress, could result in long-term physical exhaustion and cognitive impairment.

Being erased from existence and forgotten by everyone he cared about would challenge Color’s sense of self, potentially leading to derealization (“Is this real?”) and depersonalization (“Am I real?”).

His fragmented sense of identity, already influenced by the six souls, would likely worsen as he struggles to distinguish himself from the traits and voices of the absorbed souls, if he can hear them.

The lack of stimulation in the Void might cause memory issues, difficulty concentrating, and slowed processing speeds. He could struggle to focus or retain new information, especially after being released.

Being forgotten by everyone would reinforce a sense of worthlessness, as if his existence didn’t matter. At his worst and lowest moments, this could lead to chronic self-doubt, difficulty asserting himself, and a tendency to self-sabotage, believing he doesn’t deserve to be remembered or loved.

Being trapped in the Void with Gaster might lead Color to view existence as fragile and easily erased. He could develop an obsession with permanence, fearing that any connection or achievement could be erased just as easily as his past.

The loss of his family, friends, and timeline created a devastating sense of isolation, leaving Color craving connection while also fearing abandonment.

This might result in a desperate need to form bonds once freed, even if those bonds are unhealthy. Difficulty trusting others, as he fears they might leave or forget him again.

Knowing someone else, Undyne, took his place in his family create deep insecurities. He fears that even if he reconnects with Papyus, he won’t need or want him back. This could manifest as a reluctance to reach out to people he once cared about.

Clinging to anyone who shows him kindness, even at the expense of his own well-being. Overcompensating to prove his worth, becoming overly self-sacrificial in relationships.

While Color may not initially recognize it, he could harbor deep resentment toward his family for forgetting him, even though it wasn’t their fault. Toward the universe or fate for placing him in the Void and taking away his life. Toward Gaster for being his only companion but unable to provide meaningful connection.

Color would likely cling to memories of his timeline, romanticizing his past relationships and home. However, these memories might also bring deep pain, as they highlight everything he’s lost.

With Gaster his only companion, Color likely formed a complex bond with him, oscillating between gratitude for his presence and anger at being trapped with him.

Gaster’s cryptic nature frustrates Color, making him feel even more isolated, as Gaster does not fully understand or validate his emotions.

If Gaster provided guidance, Color might cling to him as a surrogate figure of authority, even if the relationship was unequal or strained.

Alternatively, Gaster’s enigmatic personality could exacerbate Color’s paranoia, making him question Gaster’s intentions or reliability.

After escaping, Color might constantly watch for signs that people are about to abandon or forget him again, leading to heightened anxiety and paranoia. He might try to make himself indispensable to others, fearing that if he isn’t needed, he’ll be forgotten.

While Color craves connection, he might avoid deep relationships at first, believing they’ll only end in rejection or loss. Guilt and feelings of unworthiness might lead him to push people away or avoid opportunities that could bring him happiness in the beginning.

Eventually he may surrounding himself with lots a connections and community, caring for each one and desperately not wanting to be alone again—finding the pain of being alone outweighs the potential pain of rejection and loss.

He knows many people but he often avoids talking about himself too much—possibly feeling that it’s pointless to try and explain, or more likely, not having the words to explain. Not knowing how to word it, how to explain in a way others could understand or relate to.

[eveline101]

so the dust smokes headcanon is really popular!!! i have an addition to it :33 cigarette smoke CLINGS to your body for a loooong loooong time,,,,, i don't know if monster dust has a smell but if it does maybe the cigarette smoke from his cigarettes could be used to cover up that smell so he doesn't have to deal with the scent of death all the time and yk,,,, feel the guilt :33