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[SAVE] Ukraine Charity Campaign Fic (4/?)

Rating: General Audience Category: Gen Fandom: Undertale Relationships: Sans & Papyrus, Sans & Papyrus & Annoying Dog Characters: Sans, Papyrus, Annoying Dog Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Depression, Sensory Overload, Vague Suicide Ideation, Catatonia Words: 2,992

Thank you @ihasafandom for supporting my charity campaign [SAVE] Ukraine hosted on Tiltify in support of World Central Kitchen! I was a fool and initially made this way more complicated than it needed to be, but luckily @undertalethingems saved me from my absurd foolishness. I hope I was able to capture some of your prompt. I have an idea for a Papyrus version, but I'll have to put it on the back burner for now.

(PS - Thank you for your patience, and my apologies for being slower to write this than the other fics I've cranked out for the campaign! D:)

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[SAVE] Ukraine Charity Campaign Fic (3/?)

Thank you again!!!, @maddy-hatter-97 for supporting my charity campaign [SAVE] Ukraine hosted on Tiltify in support of World Central Kitchen! I had wonderful time writing this and it makes me want to write more Flowey & Papyrus content someday.

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Rating: General Audience Category: Gen Fandom: Undertale Relationships: Papyrus & Flowey, Toriel & Papyrus, Flowey & Toriel Additional Tags: Zoo Characters: Papyrus, Flowey, Toriel Words: 2,655

            “Thank you so much for looking after Flowey for today, Papyrus,” Toriel said, heaving a sigh as she held the flower pot that housed the surly monster. “I will be sure to bake a pie for you as a token of my gratitude.”

            Flowey made a sour face as he was passed to the skeleton. Toriel was too polite to say that he was a distraction, a personified thorn in her side, and that she didn’t want him around. Apparently he was too loud and restless. Oh, she just had to grade her stupid papers for her stupid classes at her stupid school instead of keeping her promise to take him to the zoo. Sure, he hadn’t been allowed to go with everyone else earlier in the week due to what Frisk described as his higher than usual “meanness levels”, which Frisk depicted with an outline of himself and a meter filled to the top in red crayon. But Toriel said if he was good during his grounding period, she would take him! What was the point of being good if promises like that were only to be broken? Now, here he was in a sore mood and being passed off to the only person who could always handle him. How frustrating and rotten!

            ��Not to worry, Miss Toriel! I’m always more than happy to take Flowey for the day,” Papyrus beamed, posing heroically while puffing out his chest and holding Flowey in one hand.

            Flowey groaned. Although Papyrus was the most interesting out of all of his sitters and he generally preferred his company, he wasn’t in the mood for the boisterous skeleton. Not when he was feeling so spiteful and sour.

            Toriel gave Flowey a crossed look and folded her arms across her chest. “I better not hear of any more poor behavior. Be good and we’ll talk more about your attitude when you come home.”

            “Yeah, yeah, whatever. See ya,” Flowey grumbled, waving a leaf. Once he and Papyrus exited her home, Flowey rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue at the front door. “So, what boring punishment did Toriel tell you to put me through? Cleaning dishes? Laundry duty? Yard work?”

            “Wowie! I didn’t realize you were such a patch of crabgrass, Flowery!”

            “Why can’t you get it through your thick skull, idiot? It’s Flowey!”

            “Hm, perhaps you’re more like a crabapple tree today. The human crabapple trees can produce irritating pollen to those unfortunately affected after all,” Papyrus contemplated, tapping his chin. He opened the passenger door to his red convertible and gently placed Flowey on the seat. With great care, he secured the seat belt to keep him in place.

            “What are you getting at, huh?” Flowey spat.

            “Your meanness levels are at the crabby level. See?” He pulled out a sheet of paper with Frisk’s drawing. “This was you the other day when your meter was full, and this is you today!” Papyrus reached into the glove box and pulled out a black sharpie. He drew a thin line a third from the top of Flowey’s outline and wrote “CRABBY”.

            Flowey screamed in anguish upon realizing the puns, then reached for the paper with his vines. That drawing was a complete mockery of him and he wanted it gone. “Argh! Give me that!”

            Papyrus held the paper out of his reach and returned the sharpie to the glove box. “I say this is a tremendous improvement from the other day,” Papyrus declared, shutting the passenger door and rounding to the driver’s side. Once he got in the driver’s seat, he pocketed the paper. “Are you ready to go?”

            “You mean to be punished with chores?” Flowey glared. At this point he felt like the whole world was conspiring against him.

            “Hm, while I could have you pick up all of Sans’ socks so that the house would be closer to a wonderful utopia instead of careening towards the boundless levels of entropy I constantly have to combat…”

            Flowey shuddered and wretched at the thought.

            “Sans must learn to pick up his own socks. I have a much more adventurous idea in mind.”

            At first relieved at avoiding the landmine of socks that Sans was known to leave behind, Flowey squinted at Papyrus with suspicion. The skeleton’s brand of adventure ranged from the most organized of puzzles to the horrifically dangerous of obstacles. He knew how Papyrus adored flame and fire, and recalled a particularly perilous time Flowey was compelled to navigate one of his maze puzzles all in an effort to befriend him. Erring on the side of caution and skepticism was preferable. “What kind of adventure?” Flowey asked flatly.

            “It’s a dastardly surprise!” Papyrus declared. He started the car and drove.

            Well, that wasn’t illuminating. He knew how difficult it was to get Papyrus to spill his secrets, and he wasn’t in the mood to pry them from his bones. Instead, he resorted to sulking in his seat with the wind blowing against his petals and rustling his leaves. Certainly there would be nothing interesting in store for him today, and he despised boring days like this. It was such a waste. More than likely Toriel told Papyrus about his ill behavior, but it wasn’t like it was his fault! If she had kept her promise, there would have been no need to be upset.

            “It’s nice to be outside, even if you’re a prickly pear, don’t you think?

            Flowey snapped out of his thoughts, then made a face at the pun, though he didn’t have it in him to make a fuss about it now. “I guess,” he grumbled. He was too low in his seat to see the road and surrounding areas, so there would be no hints at their destination. Even if he wanted to stretch his vines to read the road signs, the wind blasting in his face was enough of a nuisance to deter him. Clearly it wasn’t to the brothers’ house since the drive was taking too long. 

            Papyrus glanced at him briefly then grinned brighter.

            “What are you looking at, bonehead?”

            “Your meanness levels! They are much lower.”

            Flowey had to admit, he did feel calmer. Sunlight always improved his mood, and it was nice to get away from Toriel at least. They always fed off of each other's agitation when they didn’t see eye to eye. Wherever they were heading, it certainly was better than being stuck with that old woman.

            “Aaand we’re here! Behold! Our adventure awaits!”

            Flowey unbuckled his seatbelt and extended his vines to lift himself and peer over the door. “Papyrus,” Flowey began flatly, “this is a parking lot.”

            “Not just any parking lot, my little golden friend!” He moved to scoop Flowey up and hopped out of the car. With a quick press of a button on his key fob, the convertible locked with a chirp.

            Flowey hummed with suspicion and skeptically scanned the cars sporadically parked throughout the lot. It was only when his eyes fell upon the large sign to the entrance of a facility that his face lit up. “This isn’t a prank, right?” he asked, pulling back his hopes.

            “I do love the highest quality of japes, but this is not one of them!” Papyrus said, marching them both forward.

            “You actually brought me to the zoo?! But what about Toriel?”

            “You try hard, Flowey, and I believe it’s important to recognize when you try your best. I know some days it’s hard to not be, well, Flowey-like, and sometimes your best may not be very good on a particular day, but trying is better than not trying at all! And it would be a shame for no one to recognize that. So! If no one else will see to it! I will be the one to acknowledge your efforts! Because your efforts are important and worthwhile!”

            Flowey stared ahead in stunned surprise as they walked through the doors, past the gift shops, snack stands, and out to the first exhibit. Papyrus always had a way of shutting him up. Just when he thought he had a sly idea or remark, and had everything all figured out, the skeleton’s endless optimism and steadfast belief in everyone’s ability to do good would apply to him too. Papyrus somehow knew what he needed the most when no one else didn’t, and that included himself. It sickened Flowey that not even his mother from his former life could figure him out. “You idiot,” Flowey finally muttered, head hanging low.

            A penguin jumping into the pool and cutting through the water caught the flower monster’s eye. All the birds he had ever known knew how to fly, and he remembered how Chara back then insisted that there were flightless ones. Birds that could swim effortlessly, but only muster a waddle on land. Birds with long necks and as tall as a person, but could kill a predator king with a single kick. And birds that walked on knives and could slice your throat in a blink of an eye.

            Chara would tell stories of all sorts of creatures and they designed a game where they would describe a beast and his former self would try to draw how he thought it looked. Everytime Chara would laugh, tease him for drawing the animals wrong, but would never show how the animal actually looked with their own drawing no matter how much his former self begged. It kept his imagination alive and made him wish for the surface ever more so he could see such creatures with his best friend someday.

            He wanted to see them all.

            “Where are the reptiles?” Flowey asked, turning to face Papyrus. “I want to see the snakes.” He made a scary looking face in anticipation and flicked his tongue out to mimic the animal.

            “At the reptile house,” Papyrus said brightly, turning to start his march.

            “After that I want to see if they have birds that walk on knives!”

            “Birds that walk on knives? How exciting! I do believe I saw such a beastie last time we were here. Oh! You’ll like the hippos! Their tongues look like brains!”

            “Gross!” Flowey cackled. “Oh, we also have to see a giraffe! I don’t know what that looks like, but I hear it has a neck like a snake’s body and it is covered in polygons, but it can also kill you with one leg while headbanging to heavy metal.”

            Papyrus ran from exhibit house to exhibit house with Flowey in his arms all the while the flower monster cackled maniacally with pure glee. There were so many new things to see! It had been so long since he last felt this elated and mesmerized. At the walk-in aviary, the birds swooped down to get a closer look. The toucans in particular eyed him with curiosity. Flowey made sure to keep his vines at the ready should one get too close. The butterfly exhibit, on the other hand, felt much safer. There were no aerial bombardments after all, though he didn’t appreciate the insects landing on his face constantly.

            As it turned out, the petting zoo wasn’t the best place for a flower considering how hungry the goats were. Being at ground level was a dangerous excursion as Flowey sat along the fence while hungry eyes peered at him through the wooden slats. It was much safer to have Papyrus feed them pellets in his stead. Every now and then he’d have to shoo the goats away from one of his leaves as the animal stuck its tongue through the gaps.

            “Ugh, gross!” Flowey shrieked when they entered the llama pen. Papyrus held the flowerpot against his side while his other hand held a bowl of vegetables and food pellets. The llamas stared down one another and began a spitting frenzy for dominance. “Is this what they do?!”

            “This is what they did last time!” Papyrus grimaced, sharing in his disgust. “But at least they’re courteous of their guests! They haven’t even tried to spit at us! How polite.” He extended the bowl for the llamas to enjoy, though the spitting feud intensified.

            Flowey watched the spray and droplets fly through the air in dismay. “But why is this a thing?! This I could have lived without.”

            “You’re the one that wanted to go in,” Papyrus reminded him.

            “I know, and I regret it!” This wasn’t the first time Flowey’s curiosity left little to be desired upon discovery. He marked down the llama as an animal to definitely avoid if he should ever encounter one outside a zoo.

            Once safely outside, refreshments marked a much needed break in their afternoon. Flowey sat on the picnic table eyeing the tiny pink and blue spheres of ice cream in his plastic dish. “Are you sure this is ice cream?” Flowey asked, squinting at the treat’s strange appearance. He shoveled the spheres around with his spoon and scooped some up for closer inspection.

            “That’s what Frisk said!”

            “But why does it look like this?” He couldn’t help but feel skeptical about this strange form of ice cream. Chara certainly never mentioned this before.

            “They’re flash frozen with liquid nitrogen!”

            “Liquid what? Oh, nevermind.” He shoveled the spoonful into his mouth, then nodded his head slowly as he accepted the treat. He had to admit, it was satisfying, but most of all it was different and new. It was fun.

            Papyrus shoveled his own bowl, though his were an assorted rainbow of spheres. “The name is fitting. Dippin’ Dots. But how is it the ice cream of the future if this is the present? Or did the inventor see the timeline and steal the idea to bring it to their present and thus their future? And if that were the case, how would that change the future? How far into the future were these Dippin’ Dots invented? And if these are the future, how come no other ice cream are like Dippin’ Dots if bringing the future to the present should influence said future?”

            Flowey held his head with his leaves. “You’re giving me a headache, stupid,” he grumbled.

            “Are you sure that’s not the brain freeze?”

            Flowey groaned, then shoveled another spoonful into his mouth. For several moments he was quiet as he contemplated their day. Despite the fun he had on their adventure, there was still something missing. “Hey, Papyrus, could you buy me a chocolate bar?”

            Papyrus gave Flowey a broad grin. “What’s the magic word, Flowery?”

            Flowey made a face at the name. He hated whenever Papyrus mispronounced his name in order to get him to be polite. But it worked every time. “Ugh, fine. Papyrus, could you please buy me a chocolate bar?”

            “Why, yes, Flowey, I would be more than happy to buy you a chocolate bar! I’ll see if they have any of this brand I tried the other day. As you know, my standards are very high, and it is one of the finest I have ever had.”

            When he returned, Papyrus placed the chocolate bar in front of Flowey and returned to his seat. Flowey, however, only stared at the purple wrapper with the logo of a mountainscape and a purple and white spotted cow. He could never find the brand of chocolate Chara liked, but he doubted they’d turn their nose up at any brand as long as it was to their standards. Flowey chuckled to himself, remembering how Chara called bad chocolate a crime against the universe. “Thanks, Papyrus.”

            Perplexed, Papyrus watched Flowey continue to stare at the chocolate. “Aren’t you going to eat it,” Papyrus asked.

            “I’m saving it for later. For now, I just want to hold on to it.” Flowey said. 

            This wouldn’t be able to replace what was missing, but he felt a little bit closer to being understood, home, and whole. Somehow, Papyrus always knew what he needed.

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[SAVE] Ukraine Charity Campaign Fic (2/?)

Many thanks to my dear friend @vero-valzer for their donation to my solo charity campaign [SAVE] Ukraine hosted on Tiltify in support of World Central Kitchen!

She actually donated double for a 2k fic, and I couldn't resist. I hope you like it, Vero! i'm not sure I hit exactly what you wanted, but I still hope the fluff is appreciated. :>

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Please also check out the other fics on AO3 in my [SAVE] Ukraine Charity Campaign Series. Rating: General Audience Category: Gen Fandom: Undertale Relationships: Sans & Frisk, Sans & Papyrus, Sans & Toriel Additional Tags: Planetarium, Asgore is only briefly mentioned, Toriel and Asgore's relationship follows canon, Human OC, Human OC is a minor character I made up on the spot Characters: Frisk, Sans, Papyrus, and Toriel Words: 2,601

            Sans awoke from a deep sleep to the alarm on his phone chiming. In a fog of confusion, he rustled under the covers in a blind search for it. Rolling onto his back, he checked the alarm and the time with bleary eye sockets. Sit on the kid , read the alarm description. Ah, right, it was all coming back to him. He had five minutes to get to Toriel’s. Plenty of time. He crumpled the covers into a large hideous ball and got off of the mattress. He better tell Papyrus he’d be leaving for the night and to not wait up. After all, tonight was one of many important nights for Monsterkind. Toriel and Asgore would be meeting the humans for another round of treaty talks, which meant an equally important job had to be done, and Toriel had chosen Sans for the task. A quick shortcut landed him in the kitchen where he came to find his brother experimenting with a pot of soup.

            “Smells alright. How’s it lookin’, bro?” Sans asked.

            “Sans! You’re just in time to try my newest endeavor into the world of human recipes! Although I didn’t have carrots, so I replaced them with crabapples. I’m also hoping using stoic onions instead of human onions won’t change the flavors too much. Maybe a bit on the solemn side, but that’s okay! I did add pumpkin rings to give a bit more color to the soup. Oh, Sans, I have found a new favorite pasta shape the Underground didn’t have. Isn’t it cute? It looks just like a little brain!” Papyrus, beaming excitedly, plucked an uncooked shape from the ripped plastic packaging and held it up.

            “You’re right, it does,” Sans chuckled. “Eat enough of those and you’ll become a bone-a fide brainiac .”

            “Oh, you…” Papyrus groaned, tossing the radiatori back. He turned to grab the ladle and scoop out a spoonful of the bubbling soup. “Here, try some. Tell me what else my masterful creation needs!”

            “I’m sure it tastes soup-er, Paps, but I actually gotta head out to Toriel’s.”

            “Oh! Is it that time already?” Papyrus, ignoring the lazy pun, returned the spoonful to the large pot and craned his neck so he could look at the kitchen clock. “Well, you mustn't be late! You can’t neglect your duties even though you’re no longer a sentry. Not on the surface! I won’t let you!” He capped the pot with a lid and a billow of steam clouded the glass.

            “You’re absolutely right, bro,” Sans winked. Phew, another bullet dodged. It wasn’t that Papyrus was a terrible cook. Sans believed wholeheartedly in his brother’s ability to improve in his cooking adventures. He just needed the proper guidance, one he believed Toriel could provide. He had asked her before, but things were too complicated with the humans to spare time for cooking lessons. However, she had promised that when things settled down he would be the first to hear about it.

            “Shoo, shoo, you lazy thing!” Papyrus said, grabbing a rag from the counter and whipping it at his brother.

            “Alright, alright, I’m headin’ out!” Sans chuckled as he backed away. “Just make sure to stir the pot , otherwise you’ll be in for a soup-rise .”

            “Nyeh?” Papyrus said, squinting hard at the mysterious pun. Behind him the soup began to boil over with bubbling broth hitting the stove in a fury of sizzles and hisses.

            “Bro, I’m sayin’ even alphabet soup can spell disaster if unattended to.”

            Papyrus wheezed a gasp. “Oh, no! My beautiful soup!” he shouted in horror as he turned to the stove.

            Sans considered staying a minute longer as moral support, but another whip from the washcloth settled that thought. Papyrus refused to be the reason for Sans’ tardiness. 

            He took one step out of the kitchen and shortcutted onto Toriel’s front porch. When the cut to black lifted, he saw the trees casting long shadows against her front door, making silhouettes against the orange sun rays. Glancing upwards, Sans noted the clear skies and grinned. He could never admit this to his brother, but fitting in on the Surface was becoming a difficult challenge. Despite his laid back attitude, and his notorious ability to charm and gain friends with ease, he felt entirely out of place. He had had a constant and faithful role in the underground’s various communities, but to branch out into a new niche? Well, he found himself stuck in a rut. Still, finally being able to see the night sky was what he looked forward to on every cloudless night. That’s what brought him the most comfort these days.

            Shuffling over, he rapped his knuckles against the door, then gave two steady knocks. He didn’t have to wait long to be greeted by his dear friend.

            “Who is there?” Toriel teased as she opened the door. Her formal royal robes sparkled in the twilight.

            “Radio,” Sans winked.

            “Radio who?” Toriel giggled in anticipation.

            “Radio not, here I am.”

            Toriel welcomed him with a hearty laugh and ushered him inside. “Oh, Sans, I needed that. You have no idea how much I have been stressing over this meeting. I want to make a positive impression with the humans. Is this too much?” She motioned to her formal robes.

            “Glad I could provide a few laughs,” Sans chuckled with a shrug. “But yeah, I imagine the responsibility must be making you bone tired. You look fine though. My bro always says it’s better to overdress to impress than under.”

            “How very true,” Toriel said, patting his shoulder and warmly smiling. “Well, my friend, you have done me a huge favor and taken a much needed load off of my shoulders for tonight.”

            “Eh, no big deal. Happy to help.”

            Toriel turned to the stairwell and called. “Frisk! Sans is here. I’ll be on my way out soon.”

            There was a brief pause before thunderous and excited footsteps came running down the stairs. Frisk jumped from the last step and landed a tight embrace on Sans.

            “Oof, hey kid. I’m excited to see you too.” Sans wheezed, ruffling their hair.

            Frisk pulled away. “Sorry,” they signed while beaming, excitement still in their hands. 

            Toriel smiled softly at the two of them, then cleared her throat. “Alright, you two. I must be off. But before I go, pie and cookies are in the kitchen if you need a snack. Sans, dinner for Frisk is in the fridge. I put instructions on how long to warm it. Bedtime is no later than 10.”

            “But I want to stay up until you return,” Frisk signed with a frown. “I won’t be able to sleep until I know what happened at the meeting!”

            “My child, you need your sleep,” Toriel said gently. “There is nothing to worry about.”

            “Heh, Tori, something tells me they won’t take no for an answer. They’re gonna have the same amount of energy as Papyrus on this matter.” Sans shot Frisk a look of comradery. Okay, maybe equating Frisk’s energy to Papyrus’ was a gross exaggeration, but he knew a restless kid when he saw one and such a kid could be hard to distract. There would be no early bedtime, that was for sure.

            “Oh. Oh dear. Perhaps you are right. These are exciting times indeed,” Toriel said, heavily sighing while patting Frisks’ head. “Okay, just this once you can stay up if you want to.”

            Frisk raised their arms in triumph and hugged Toriel tightly around the middle.

            “Alright, alright,” she laughed, “I must be going now. Be good you two.”

            “Actually, Tori, since Frisk can stay up tonight, I was wondering. It’s gonna be a clear night. What do you say I take them over to the planetarium? They can teach me a thing or two about those constellations and stuff. It’ll also be educational for Frisk. After dinner and a slice of pie, of course,” Sans said, adding a wink.

            “Oh!” Toriel paused in thought, then looked between the two of them. The way Frisk’s eyes sparkled at that idea was something she couldn’t say no to. And it would be educational, a quality she always valued as an aspiring teacher. “Frisk, I’ll allow it if you promise me one thing. Please, stay close to Sans, will you not?”

            “I promise!” Frisk signed ecstatically.

            “Ah, so it’s settled then. After dinner and a slice of pie, you two may head over to the planetarium. Call me should you need anything. And don’t stay out too late. I expect you to be home before I return.” Toriel instructed.

            “Awesome! Thanks mom!” Frisk waved as Toriel  moved to step out the door.

            “No problem, Tori. You got nothin’ to worry about.”

After dinner and butterscotch pie, which Sans always thought was better than the last one Toriel had baked, he looked at Frisk from across the table and gave them his signature lazy grin. “You ready to see some stars and planets, kid?”

            “You bet,” Frisk signed. They stood and whisked away the plates to the sink, then hopped back over to their friend. “Are we taking a shortcut there?”

            “Safest way to travel, and Toriel wants us to be safe, right?”

            Frisk snickered, then nodded in agreement.

            Sans chuckled as he stood. He pushed in his chair before taking Frisk’s hand. “You ready?” A quick and enthusiastic nod was all he needed. One step and the curtain of black surrounded them until it gave way to the breezy and chilly night scene outside the city’s planetarium. “What do you think, kid?”

            Frisk gasped, spinning in place to take in the lights illuminating the front of the neighboring public museum and the sign that welcomed the planetarium’s visitors. The parking lot was mostly empty, which was a relief for both of them. Less crowds to deal with meant more time they could spend with the telescopes. Sans had to make a mental note not to ink the eyepieces. After all, he did want to visit the planetarium again.

            Once they were inside and on the upper deck, Frisk towed Sans behind them and examined the various telescopes. “Which one should we look at first?” they signed excitedly.

            “I don’t know, kid. How about we find someone that works here. We can ask them about showing us some stars first.”

            “Good idea!”

            “Hi, welcome to the Ebott Planetarium. My name is Everett, ” a thin, older man called as he walked over. He adjusted his glasses as he looked them both over while scratching his peppered hair. “Ah, our first monster guest, how exciting! What can I help you with?”

            “We want to see some stars and then planets!” Frisk signed.

            Sans chuckled. “We were interested in seeing some stars. Maybe a red giant and then a few planets afterwards,” Sans translated.

            “You have come to the right place. Follow me!” Everett motioned them over to one of the larger telescopes. He took a moment to look through the eyepiece and adjusted it, then pulled up a step stool for Frisk “There you go, should be in view.”

            “Thanks. You first, kid.” Sans said, nudging them. 

            Frisk skipped to the step stool and peered through the eyepiece. They couldn’t help but gasp and marvel at the hazy, bright, scarlet dot. They tugged on Sans’ sleeve once they were finished and stepped down.

            “That’s Betelgeuse, the red giant in the constellation Orion. All the other main stars are blue giants.”

            “Orion the Hunter, right?” Sans asked while taking his turn.

            “That’s the one!”

            “The kid here is gonna have to teach me all the human constellations. I only know of monster ones.”

            Everett raised his eyebrows at that. “You’ll have to tell me some of those sometime. We can update our constellation activity guidebook we have for the school groups that come through here.”

            Sans pulled away from the telescope and raised a brow at their tour guide. “Ya don’t say,” he said in mild surprise.

            “Kids love mythology in constellations, and we’re always trying to include the stories of them from other cultures. Besides, it’s interesting to hear how other parts of the world view our shared night sky. Take the Pleiades for example, also known as the Seven Sisters.” Everett craned his neck upwards in search of the star cluster, then pointed. “See those bright stars that are grouped tightly together? In some mythology, the Seven Sisters are forever chased after by Orion the Hunter. In Thai culture, they are the souls of a mother hen and her little chicks immortalized in the night sky by the angels so they could remain together after their untimely demise. In the past the Pleiades were even used as a sort of eye exam. Depending on how many stars you could see with the naked eye, it was supposed to tell how good your vision was.” Everett softly chuckled at that last fact.

            “That’s so cool,” Frisk signed, their eyes wide with amazement. “I didn’t know about the Seven Sisters being chickens too.”

            “Kid says that’s neat,” Sans translated. “I bet they’d be interested in one of your activity guidebooks.”

            “Of course! Let me go grab one now before I forget.”

            Sans and Frisk watched Everett depart, then turned to look at each other.

            “So, what do you think?” Frisk signed, grinning with a glimmer in their eyes.

            “S’cool place. Didn’t know what to expect, but that guy seems friendly enough.”

            “And?”

            Sans stared at Frisk for a moment. They clearly had something in mind, and they were clever enough to know how he felt about his place on the Surface. Still, he couldn’t fathom what they were up to. “I dunno what you mean, kid.”

            “I mean, you could maybe work here temporarily if you asked nicely. You like space stuff, right? You’re smart and it’ll give you something to do. I bet Papyrus would be happy for you.”

            “Heh, I don’t know, Frisk. It’s a nice thought, but maybe we should just be visitors first before thinking of something more permanent.”

            “Why’s that?” Frisk frowned.

            Sans was quiet for several moments. He turned his attention to the telescopes and his smile faded at the corners. “S’nothin’. Just feels like I’m gonna wake up at some point and this will all have been a dream. Having lived in the Underground for so long, I still can’t believe we’re here.” Behind his chuckle, there was a darker side to his mood that he hoped Frisk couldn’t see. They saw it once before when he was a lost soul, but he hoped they would never have to see a sliver of him like that again.

            “But it’s not a dream, I promise! We’re looking at stars together, and soon we’re going to see Jupiter!” Frisk insisted, then tugged on his sleeve.

            “Jupiter, eh?”

            Frisk nodded.

            Everett returned with a small, staple bound activity book. “Here you go, little astronomer.”

            “Thank you,” Frisk signed and immediately began flipping through the pages.

            Everett beamed at Frisk’s enthusiasm. “You said you wanted to see a planet next, right?” Everett asked, turning to Sans.

            Frisk pulled the book from their face and raised their hand. They jumped to further signal their agreement.

            “Heh, kid wants to see Jupiter,” Sans grinned.

            “Good choice! Follow me.”

            Marching after him and half listening to Everett spit facts about Jupiter in rapid fire succession, Sans nudged Frisk’s arm. “Promise me this ain’t a dream, Pleiades? Cus I gotta say, I’m star-struck,” Sans teased.

            “Promise!” Frisk insisted. They held up their pinky and locked it with Sans’ to seal its permanence.

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[SAVE] Ukraine Charity Campaign Fic (1/?)

Many thanks to @maddy-hatter-97 for their donation to my solo charity campaign [SAVE] Ukraine hosted on Tiltify in support of World Central Kitchen!

If you're interested in making a $10 donation for a 1k word fic, feel free to check out what I can write in this post here. My DMs are open for questions too! Rating: General Audeince Category: Gen Fandom: Undertale Relationships: Chara & Flowey, Flowey & Frisk Characters: Frisk, Chara, Flowey Words: 1249

            Despite the sun shining brightly on this cool summer day, Flowey couldn’t help but scowl out Frisk’s bedroom window. He stretched from his flowerpot to press his petals to the glass and frowned at the birds flitting between the trees. Normally a beautiful day like this was enough to calm him, but he woke up feeling off today and he was not in a picnicking mood. The smell of a freshly baked butterscotch pie only agitated him more. He knew what would happen if he joined the others. The picnic would be spoiled and everyone would be irritated by his attitude. Frisk and Toriel would get upset with him and he’d be grounded for a few days. Of course it’s not like he cared about how the others felt or the certain possibility of being grounded. He just didn’t feel like going through the whole exercise. Sulking alone in the house sounded more appealing.

            “Are you sure you don’t want to join?” Frisk signed. They slid off their bed and slipped their backpack on.

            “For the last time, I don’t want to join the stupid picnic!” he grumbled while flailing his leaves in frustration.

            Frisk paused, frowning in concern. “Is everything okay? You seem more...Flowey-like than usual.”

            Flowey sighed heavily and muttered under his breath. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I just want to stay home. That’s all.”

            “Well, if that’s really what you want...”

            “Frisk, we’re leaving in 2 minutes!” Toriel called from downstairs.

            “I’ll try to save you some pie, Flowey. Do you need anything before we go?” they asked, approaching him.

            Flowey turned in his pot and contemplated for a moment. He’d have the house to himself for the majority of the day, which was perfect for what he now wanted to do to relieve some of his frustration. “Just take me to the kitchen,” he sighed, exasperated.

            After several goodbyes and reminders to be good, Flowey was finally alone on the kitchen table. He looked at the bowl of apples sitting on the counter and then to the still warm oven. Toriel had meant to bake a cinnamon apple pie for the picnic, but her butterscotch pie was too loved and missed. It wasn’t that he disliked that pie. On the contrary, it was one of his favorites. Well, a favorite of his past life, and that was the problem. There were too many memories associated with that particular sweet flavor, memories that were faded while he still clearly remained.

            “Still sulking over me?” a voice teasingly whispered.

            Nearly jumping out of his flowerpot, Flowey whirled around. He narrowed his eyes as he scanned the kitchen. “Who’s there?” When no response came, he gritted his teeth and grumbled. “If this is Sans playing a trick, you’ve got another thing coming!”

            “Boo!” the voice said as a translucent form suddenly appeared in front of Flowey’s face.

            The flowerpot wobbled from Flowey’s startled movements and almost tipped over. “What the—?! Chara?!” he spluttered in disbelief.

            Chara’s ghostly form bent over with hands clutching at their stomach as they laughed heartily. “You should see the look on your face!”

            Flowey’s face flushed as he pouted. “Shut up! How was I supposed to know you were still around? I thought you were gone for good!”

            Chara giggled and gave a smug smile. “I’ve always been around. It’s just better to be unseen when everyone you care about has moved on. It’s nice to see from Frisk’s view that everyone is happy now. Well, almost everyone.”

            Flowey stared at them, uncertain what to say. He should have been happy to see Chara again, but all he tasted was bitterness and that frustrated him even more. 

            “You know, Frisk sent me. They were worried about you.”

            Flowey gave a half-hearted laugh. “Of course. I should have known you being here is because of Frisk.” He extended his vines and reached for the cupboards where Toriel kept her recipe books. Plucking a heavy book from the shelf, he laid it out in front of him and paged through it.

            “So, why didn’t you go to the picnic?” Chara asked.

            “I wasn’t in the mood,” Flowey spat.

            “But there’s more to it than that.”

            Flowey paused on the page for cinnamon apple pie filling, then reached for ingredients and various kitchenware. “I didn’t want to eat Toriel’s gross pie. It’s too sweet,” he said impatiently.

            Chara nodded knowingly.

            Despite the expanse of time since they last saw each other, neither of them needed to explain to the other. Making pie was a family activity, but the family they left behind was no longer the same. That fateful attempt at making a butterscotch pie was one of the beginning steps that set their tragedy in motion. Replacing cups of butter with buttercups on accident was a heavier mistake than they had realized. It poisoned their nostalgia along with the pie.

            “Can I help?” Chara asked, pointing to the recipe book. “I can read off the directions.”

            “Do what you want.” Flowey grumbled, though if someone had to help he didn’t mind it being Chara. Being the only one corporeal, Flowey handled the ingredients while diligently listening to Chara’s directions, though he wasn’t shy to call them an idiot whenever they tried to fool him with a benign trick. Of course, it was all in good fun.

            After the pie crust had been made, the ingredients poured into the pan, and the pie was placed in the oven, Chara and Flowey sat on the floor together. They admired how the crust turned a delicious golden brown.

            “I think I have a new favorite pie now,” Chara grinned.

            “Yeah, cinnamon apple pie is way better than butterscotch,” Flowey said, making a face.

            Chara giggled before falling silent for a moment. “I should have listened to you back then.”

            Flowey faced Chara, though he didn’t respond.

            “For the longest time I wanted to tell you how sorry I was for everything.”

            “Blegh! Don’t get all gushy on me now. Wait, that was a pun!”

            Chara shot a teasing look at him and laughed at his disgust. “I’m serious though. You weren’t afraid to tell me off when I tried to trick you with the cooking directions. You really handled making that pie. You practically didn’t need me. It makes me reflect on the once timid brother I had, and now I don’t have to worry so much about you.”

            Brother. Flowey hadn’t heard that in a long while. Was he still a sibling to Chara? He had made up his mind to never consider his scattered family a part of his identity, but that thought never pertained to Chara.             

            “You were a great brother, Azzy. I wish I could have been better.” Chara said softly.

            “It’s Flowey!” he grumbled, prickling at his old nickname.

            “And you still are a great brother, Flowey,” Chara said in acknowledgement.

            Flowey froze as he stared at Chara’s beaming face. They saw him as a sibling, but not the version of him from a past life, but how he was now, flaws and all.

            “And now we have a new memory together with our new favorite pie! No one can take that away from us, not even ourselves.”

            “Heh, yeah,” Flowey said quietly, while wiping a vine at the corner of his eye. He could deal with this memory even if Chara disappeared again after this day.

            “Aw, is my brother crying?” Chara teased.

            “I am not!” Flowey shouted, flailing his vines.

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Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Relationships: Frisk is with their monster family, Frisk & Sans (Undertale), Frisk & Papyrus (Undertale), Alphys/Undyne (Undertale), Frisk & Toriel (Undertale), Asgore Dreemurr & Frisk, Alphys & Frisk (Undertale), Frisk & Undyne (Undertale), Flowey & Frisk (Undertale), Characters: Frisk (Undertale), Flowey (Undertale), Asgore Dreemurr, Toriel (Undertale), Alphys (Undertale),Undyne (Undertale), Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), W. D. Gaster

Additional Tags: beach, Summer, Post-Undertale Pacifist Route, Picnic, Gaster is only hinted at vaguely, utss 2021, Undertale Secret Santa 2021

Word count: 2012

Hey, @floppy-skeleton! It is I, Mod Saifa, who has taken up the task of writing your back up gift! I knew I could crank this out real quick since I was feeling pretty good, and I didn't want you to have to wait much longer. Plus, I considered it a great opportunity for practice if I'm going to try to do short writing commissions in the near future.

I picked the prompt, "Undertale having a picnic together on the surface with a hint of Alphyne and gaster." This was a lot of fun to write, and I hope you get even more joy reading it. I know it's a silly read, but you seemed to want something fluffy and light-hearted. I hope I was right!

Preview below the cut.

“Frisk!” Toriel called out against the warm breeze and towards the ocean. She waved her sunhat above her head. The blue and purple segmented beach umbrella shielded her from the strong sun, casting a soothing shade and cooling the sand beneath. Meanwhile, Flowey grumpily rooted himself in the shade by her feet. “Lunch is ready. Make sure to bring in Sans and Papyrus too!”

Frisk stood up in the shallow water, their hair, swim trunks, and shirt soaked and dripping. They gave Toriel a thumbs up, then marched deeper to where Sans was floating on an innertube. It was patterned like a pink donut with rainbow sprinkles, which he found absolutely hilarious at the time and had to purchase. It was what inspired the bombardment of donut puns for the rest of the day, much to Papyrus’ great displeasure since he considered them lazy. Frisk tapped Sans lightly on the top of his skull. The skeleton had been napping in the sun with sunglasses taped in place.

Sans yawned, then lifted his head and moved his glasses to look at Frisk. “Lunch time already?” he asked lazily.

Frisk shot him a big grin and nodded. In search of Papyrus, they shielded their eyes and scanned the glittering waves. “Where did your brother go?” they signed.

“When it comes to skeletons…as above, so below,” Sans grinned, then let the glasses fall back against the bridge of his nose. Nestling back into the donut, he waved his hand slightly in the air.

Blue magic, Frisk figured. But that still didn’t explain where Papyrus was. They tilted their head in confusion.

“Don’t worry about him, kid. I got him.”

Frisk shrugged and decided not to worry. Papyrus cared about punctuality, so they were sure he’d come back soon. Another call from Toriel prompted Frisk to grab Sans by the ankle and pull him back to shore like a tugboat bringing in another boat dead in the water. The shallows sloshed around their ankles until they reached wet sand. The innertube slid and scraped against the grittiness and Frisk let go so Sans could sort himself out. In a trot that soon broke out into a run, they kicked up sand as they made their way to the picnic. More beach umbrellas had been set up with towels for everyone’s place. A blanket stretched out across the sand with picnic baskets to weigh it down.

“There you are, my child,” Toriel greeted warmly while holding up a towel. She gently rubbed it against their hair, then wrapped it around their shoulders. “Have a seat. Once everyone gets here, we can start.”

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Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Other

Fandom: Undertale

Relationships: Papyrus (Undertale) & You, Papyrus (Undertale)/You

Characters: Papyrus, Monster OC - Character

Additional Tags: Gyftmas (Undertale), Gyftmas Festival, Ambassador Papyrus (Undertale), Despite the setting this is not a coffee shop AU

Word Count: 2,530

The BHC discord had a secret santa exchange, and my recipient was @insanelyadd. I forgot to post it here too. I am a fool.

Read a preview below the cut.

There was a damp chill that seeped through your thick jacket and deep into your bones. The frigid air stung your cheeks, making them rosey in the pale sunlight, and you could barely feel your nose even when you wrinkled it. Man, you could really go for some hot chocolate right now. Luckily, the local monster coffee shop was close by and they had the best hot drinks in town. Something about the magic in monster food and drinks enhanced the overall eating experience, and if anything could beat back this cold, it would be a hot drink from Eight Spinning Cups . That steaming cup of hot cocoa you envisioned was sounding better by the second. With a huff, you shoved your hands into your pockets and trotted down the sidewalk through the snow and slush.

After traversing two blocks to the edge of the monster district, you spotted the spiderweb patterned logo on the cafe’s window. Once you got closer, you could see it was empty of customers due to the odd hours. Good, a chance to enjoy some peace and quiet by the fire. You stomped on the pavement to knock the snow and slush off your shoes, then pulled open the door. The warm air greeting you immediately began to thaw your face, and the smell of spices from various baked goods entranced you. A bell above jingled as you stepped inside.

The monster at the counter turned to you, gave you a fanged smile, and waved with three of her hands. “It’s been a while, dearie!”

“Hey, Spinel. How’s it going?” you asked, returning a smile.

“Busy, busy, busy. I’ve been entangled in so many Gyftmas plans,” the spider monster giggled. “There’s going to be a gigantic family gathering this year. I can’t wait to see my cousin, Muffet!” The dark curls of her long hair bounced as she twirled in excitement.

“Sounds awesome!” you exclaimed, sharing in her jubilation.

“Are you going to the opening ceremony for Gyftmas this year?”

“I really wanted to go, but nah, I didn’t manage to buy a ticket. Maybe next year if there is one.”

“Aw, that’s a shame, dearie,” Spinel pouted. “I promise to take pictures for you then!” She flicked a lock of hair out of her face then clasped her hands. “But enough chit-chat. You must be frozen like a Nice Cream! What can I get for you, dearie?”

You hadn’t thought of what particular hot chocolate you wanted just yet. Tilting your head back to look at the menu, you spotted some seasonal specials. They were more expensive, but it was the holidays and you figured it was fair to treat yourself. Besides, the money you managed to earn for the Gyftmas festival, though a little too late, wasn’t currently in use. You might as well splurge on yourself.

“I’ll try a large Snowdin Wonderland hot chocolate, please,” you said, pulling out your wallet and handing over a ten dollar bill.

“Oooh, fantastic choice!” Spinel said. She popped open the cash register and moved to return your change.

“Keep it,” you grinned. “It’s a Gyftmas tip!”

“Thank you,” Spinel chimed in gratitude and delight. She spun on her heel and quickly got to work, her multitude of arms reaching for various ingredients. “Why don’t you sit by the fire, dearie. I’ll bring it over to you.”

You thanked Spinel and made your way over to the large chairs. Choosing your favorite one, you slowly sank down and leaned back into the pillows. Your fingers patted the seat cushion and you grinned at the warmth the velour fabric had absorbed from the fire. Facing the fireplace, you stretched your hands out towards it. With a wiggle of your fingers and twitch of your nose, you enjoyed the stiffness leaving your joints as the cold was banished. Finally, you could feel all of your face!

High heels clicked over to you, and Spinel set your hot chocolate down on the table. “Enjoy your drink, dearie!”

“Thanks, Spinel,” you said as she clicked her way back to the counter. You turned your attention to the tall disposable cup, Carefully, you removed the lid and eyed the whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and cocoa powder sprinkled on top. The sweet aroma of chocolate and cream was so incredibly tantalizing, you couldn’t hold back from enjoying the marvelous treat any longer. Wrapping your hands around the drink, you took a cautious sip and savored the rich flavor as the warmth spread throughout your body.

The entrance bell chimed followed by heavy footsteps.

“Mr. Ambassador! It’s so good to see you!” Spinel greeted, voice rising in excitement.

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I wanted to try writing stuff for Inktober/[Whatever]tober, but I got nothing.

If anyone has ideas or pairing suggestions, feel free to throw them at me. Will probably be short snippets.

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WRITING THAT GONER!PAP/READER FIC WORKED! THE NEW ANTIDEPRESSANTS ARE WORKING!!! THE BREAK HELPED!!!!

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Title: Serendipity Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Relationships: Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader; Papyrus (Undertale) & Reader Additional Tags: Goner!Papyrus, Post-Undertale Pacifist Route, Podfic Summary:  Papyrus hopes that someone will finally encounter his event number now that monsters have reached the Surface. A chance meeting with you fulfills this, but he was not prepared for the effect it would have on him. Only time can tell what serendipitous fortunes will unfold from this.

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Podfic commissions are open!

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Commission Rules & FAQ

Rules

Author Boundaries

I have the right to decline commissions for any reason.

I retain the rights to all my works and these can’t be republished without my permission.

I will not tolerate bigotry, disrespect, or harassment towards myself. Such incidences are subject to your commission being terminated.

If I already started work, you will receive only a partial refund of up to 70%.

Commissions will be taken one at a time, unless otherwise specified.

Pricing & Payment

Payment must be made via Paypal before work begins, and only after I have reviewed and officially accepted the commission.

Clients get two (2) free edits/changes after work has been delivered. Any further edits will cost $4 each.

Prices are negotiable depending on your budget, but not a guarantee.

You will not be charged for additional words if I go past the specified word count.

Commissions

Commissions can take up to a week or more to complete depending on circumstances (ie, complexity, research required, outlining, etc).

If there is a deadline, I must know a week in advance and the commission will be subject to an additional $10 charge for the time limit.

Specifications are required such as word count, fandom, characters, setting, plot, and any other relevant details.

Commitments and payment to a commissioned podfic will not be finalized until after the work has been written and delivered.

FAQ (Last updated 5/17/2020)

Content

Q: What’s your main fandom?

A: Currently I’m still stuck in the Undertale fandom. I specialize in canon oriented fanfics, but i’ve been delving into Underfell with my current long fic. I’m also really interested in writing a story for Outertale at some point, but my long fic is currently getting my devotion.

Q: What other fandoms are you in?

A: Although I do not have anything written for them, I enjoy Dead By Daylight, Steven Universe (Future), and Star Trek (TNG, DS9, and Voyager, Picard)

Q: What do you like writing the most?

A: Magic and fantasy were the first topics I started writing about since I could pick up a pencil. It has since branched out to include sci-fi. I’m also a fan of writing about mysterious and mythical creatures like dragons (and just monsters in general).

Q: What will you not write? (updated 4/2/2020)

A: Includes but is not limited to…

NSFW (sexual content, rape/noncon, kink/fetish)

pedophilia/underage

hate speech.

Incest and selfcest ships

Anything to do with Undertale’s multiverse of Sanses. (I’m just not into it, sorry!)

Ecto body parts...

The client’s original characters

Podfics

Q: If an audio is x minutes and a few seconds long, will you charge for an additional minute? (Example 5 minutes and 2 seconds)

A: No. That being said, I will try to trim the pauses down as much as I can without sacrificing the overall quality and atmosphere of the reading. An additional minute will be charged, however, if there is still enough content being read. Such scenarios will be conducted on a case by case basis.

Q: What microphone will you be using?

A: The good boi known as the Blue Yeti. Plans to upgrade are being considered.

Q: What software do you use for recording and editing?

A: I record with Audacity and edit with Sound Forge Pro and Acid Pro.

Q: Where can we find examples of your podfic readings? A: Here, here, and here.

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Femslash February request.

Muffet x Toriel, fluff, third person pov. I'm not picky about rating, maybe something G-rated where they bond over taking care of their respective families.

Summary:  Monsters have reached the Surface and Muffet has a bakery. Toriel pays Muffet a visit to return somethings to her.

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Writing prompt: Undyne & Alphys are preparing for a date, but not really knowing how this works Undyne asks Papyrus for advice, while Alphys gets her advice from Mettaton. The end result is about what you'd expect.

Late again, but I did it!

Ao3 version here!Rating: General AudiencesTitle: You gotta dress to impress!Summary: For their upcoming date, Alphys and Undyne seek out advice from their best friends. Unfortunately, Papyrus and Mettaton aren't the best advice givers.Relationships: Alphys/Undyne

Tumblr version under the cut.

            Undyne shifted in her seat on Papyrus’ bed, causing the springs in the mattress to creak. Tilting her head curiously, she watched him scan his bookshelf for the fabled dating manual he insisted on lending her. “Papyrus, I don’t think that’s necessary,” Undyne said. She gave him a quizzical look while rubbing the back of her neck. 

            “Nonsense, Undyne!” Papyrus declared, snatching the book from its spot. “You have come to me for help, and it would be absolutely negligent of me to not bestow this upon my best friend! Besides, this dating book was imperative in helping me figure out my lack of romantic feelings on my most recent date. I’m sure it could help you too.” Papyrus thrusted the book out to her while posturing heroically, his grin wide and beaming with excitement.

            “I mean, if you really think so,” Undyne laughed with a crooked grin, unwilling to turn him down. Papyrus was a complete dork, but he was her favorite dork and number one bestie. He was the one person she could confide in about this predicament she had. Hell, why not give this a shot? She had been driving herself nuts over what to do for her date with Alphys, and she did come to him for a creative perspective after all.

            “Wonderful!” Papyrus cheered.

            Undyne flipped through the book and squinted as she skimmed the chapters. “Papyrus, I already confessed my feelings to her. Where does the dating section start?”

            “Seeing as I have memorized the entirety of this manual, I can tell you with confidence that chapter three is the first date, chapter four is the second date, chapter five is the third, and chapter six is—”

            “Okay, okay, I get it!” Undyne grimaced, looking a little overwhelmed. The thought of a potential second date hadn’t even crossed her mind yet since preparing for the first was so daunting. She had never gone on one before, and the only person she knew that had was Papyrus. For better or worse, he was her only hope in getting through this.

            “I assure you it is very thorough!”

            “I don’t doubt you.”

            “But if it helps you with your current goal, it is there to provide the support you need, although not as great as my support since I am the greatest at encouraging my friends! Just let me know how I can be of assistance, and I will not fail you. And remember, I believe in you!”

            “Yeah, you’re right! I can’t go wrong with you having my back!” She turned her attention back to the book and concentrated. “Let’s see… Since this is going to be our first proper date, I’ll go with chapter three.” After a few minutes of reading, her brow furrowed. Special occasion dates? The merits of lunch versus dinner outings? Not to mention the proper attire for each scenario! There was simply too much to consider, it was dizzying!

            “What’s wrong? You look a little frustrated.”

            “How many pages is this chapter?” she exclaimed impatiently.

            “Precisely forty—”

            “Papyrus! My date is in a couple hours! I don’t have time to sit here and read.”

            “How about I summarize it for you then?”

            “Please,” Undyne said, setting aside the book and rubbing her temples.

            “Very well then! First, have you decided on a romantic destination for this date?” he asked, leaning towards her and wiggling his brow.

            Looking flustered, Undyne leaned away from him and directed her sight to the Jolly Roger flag hanging behind him, “U-uh, I just figured we’d go to the dump or something. Maybe hang out in her lab? Really, whatever she wants to do.”

            “Hmmm…” Papyrus tapped his chin and squinted as he looked her over before accepting her answer. “That’s why there can always be a second date! To go on even more daring adventures with that love of yours!”

            “R-right!”

            “Now, let’s skip ahead to your date clothes.”

            Undyne grimaced and rubbed the back of her neck. “Yeah, uh, about that. My house burned down, remember? I’m a little short on dating attire.”

            “And this is where my greatness and heroism come in! For you see! I have just the thing for you!” Defying physics and the carpet’s coefficients of friction, Papyrus slid backwards to his closet. It was a peculiar sight considering he wasn’t moving his legs and it looked like he was skating backwards. By now Undyne had grown used to such oddities that it had become a normal thing where she no longer questioned it. “Behold! Behind closet number—! Well, my only closet!” Papyrus opened the door dramatically and bowed.

            Undyne knew Papyrus had an unusual fashion sense at times, but nothing prepared her for what hung in his closet. Nothing matched, though she couldn’t pinpoint what style of fashion her best friend was going for to begin with. Her crooked smile remained frozen as she took in the amazing disaster of Papyrus’ dating outfit. She wasn’t sure whether she was struck with admiration by Papyrus’ sheer confidence, or horror at the suggestion that this was the outfit he would lend her.

            But she came to Papyrus for his creativity, and she had to trust that. “Well, here goes nothing,” she said. “Bring it on!”

            “O-oh my god, w-what am I g-going to do?” Alphys spoke quickly, voice rising in panic as she paced her lab. When her hands weren’t fidgeting together nervously, she would adjust her glasses in an effort to keep herself busy. Sometimes it helped her think, or at least that’s what she told herself, but her anxiety riddled thoughts rendered that action useless. “W-what do I-I even wear? D-Do I have anything to wear? If I can’t find the perfect thing, what’s she going to think? Oh god, she’s going to realize how uncool and insecure I am.”

            ���Darling, you have got to calm down,” Mettaton said, wheeling around to her in his box form. He held her gently by the shoulders and sighed. “Take a deep breath in, and out. Now, you are going to be just fine. Undyne likes you just the way you are. After all, there is so much to adore about you.”

            “Y-you really think so?”

            “Oh, darling, I know so.”

            Alphys still had doubts, but Mettaton always found a way to comfort her. If anyone could help boost her confidence in this dire time, it was him. She took in a shuddering breath to calm herself and folded her hands. “D-do you think you c-can help me? I-I’ve never gone on an actual date myself. I-I mean, I’ve written fanfiction before, and I-I’ve watched enough c-content about it from anime. B-but this is U-Undyne we’re talking about! I g-gotta impress her!”

            “Leave it to me, darling. I am going to put you through the most glamorous and exclusive MTT-brand makeover.”

            “O-oh, gosh…” Alphys shifted uncertainly in place. She never felt confident in her own skin, so she had doubts a makeover would be the remedy to boost her confidence. But Mettaton was always so confident and sure of himself, especially when he switched to his preferred body. Perhaps there was some magic to all that glitter and perfection after all. Oh, how did it go in Mew Mew Kissy Cutie again? The heroine would magically transform, surrounded by pastel lights and glitter, into a glamourous and stellar form for battle. Even the shyest of her friends gained the confidence they needed when they transformed too. If Alphys’ heroes could do it, then certainly she could too!

            “You are going to look absolutely fabulous, Alphys dear!” Mettaton announced. He flipped the switch in his back, causing his box form to open up and separate into pieces. Pink fog billowed out from inside the shifting box as his form tessellated into the humanoid shape he preferred. Through the pastel clouds, a rave of colorful lights illuminated Mettaton’s silhouette to accompany the blaring music that was his signature soundtrack. Glitter exploded and showered the lab and equipment, no doubt working into the delicate circuitry of priceless computers. 

            Deep down Alphys knew it would take months to clean every miniscule speck of it, but she couldn’t bring herself to be mad by the show. It was pretty glamorous and the lab was in desperate need of a deep clean anyways. All she could do was stare in awe at the show. No matter how many times she had seen him transform, she could never tear her eyes away. Of course, she took pride in her inventions, but seeing something she designed represent a real life anime scene was a dream come true.

            “O-oh, wow…!” Alphys gasped.

            “Ohhh, yesssss!” Mettaton said in a sultry voice. “Let there be drama! Let there be suspense! Bring out that fire in you, darling, because you are a star!”

            Surrounded by the lights and sounds, Alphys knew the kind of show she had to put on.

            Both of them were in stunned silence as they stared at each other. The constant dripping of water from stalactites in the garbage dump’s damp cavern marked the seconds until suddenly their laughter flooded the space and bounced off the walls. Undyne bent over while clutching her stomach and pointed at Alphys. Her poor girlfriend had makeup caked on her face with pink lipstick layered heavily on her lips and glitter covering her scales and clothes. Not to mention the fake eyelashes Alphys wore were thick with little hearts on the ends. “Oh my god, what happened to you?”

            Alphys snorted uncontrollably and covered her mouth. “O-oh gosh, I-I could say the same to you. A-are th-those basketballs on your shoulders?!”

            “They are!” Undyne cackled. “Alphys, come here. You didn’t have to put on all this makeup for me.”

            “I-it was Mettaton’s idea. I was a-afraid you w-wouldn’t like me after all.” Alphys said sheepishly. She stared at Undyne’s shirt and smirked. “Cool dude, huh?”

            “Yeah, it was Papyrus’ idea. He’s the cool one, honestly.”

            “I-I guess our friends give r-really bad advice.”

            “No kidding,” Undyne grinned. “Now, hang on. Let me help ya out with that.” She picked Alphys up and dunked her in the water, scrubbing away the makeup and glitter.

            When Alphys came up to gasp for air, she looked briefly at her reflection before turning to Undyne. “You really like me just the way I am?”

            “Of course!” Undyne beamed at her.

            “O-oh, wow…”

            Suddenly, a thunderous boom resounded through the cavern, causing Alphys to jump into Undyne’s arms. They held each other tightly as flaming confetti rained down across the dump. Together, they craned their heads up with eyes wide to watch the magnificent disaster that was Alphys’ planned welcome show to kick off their date. 

            “Eeep! S-something must have short circuited and triggered the confetti cannons!” Alphys squeaked.

            “The what?!” Undyne exclaimed.

            Another confetti cannon erupted, this time scattering both flaming debris and glitter. Lights flickered and strobed, making the crystals in the cavern throw a kaleidoscope of blues and greens. From the ceiling a disco ball descended and reflected light to paint the walls with diamond shapes.

            “Here comes the music,” Alphys said ominously.

            Somewhere a boombox played music that soon sped up in increments and increased to a deafening volume. Eventually, the beat skipped and stuttered on the same line until the static grew louder in volume. In turn, the lightbulbs in their fixtures hummed brightly until they were on the edge of burning out.

            Then the cavern plunged into darkness, or so it looked. The brightness of the bursting lights contrasted so harshly to the usual dimness of the garbage dump that they might as well have been blind. After a brief pause of silence, Alphys laughed nervously as she held onto Undyne, her arms wrapped around her girlfriend’s neck.

            “That was—” Undyne began.

            Several flaming towers erupted to surround them while several signs in the shape of letters lowered from the ceiling. One of the canons below belched up a massive fireball to set the letters alight, revealing Undyne’s name. Unfortunately, the ropes holding up the letters caught fire as well, and the letters came crashing down in front of them.

            Alphys, mortified with what her show had devolved into, squeaked and stuttered. She buried her face in her hands and mumbled out apologies. “I-I’m so sorry! I t-tried to make this memorable, and I-I thought a show would make this memorable. It’s like in the animes I watch, the p-protagonist tries to i-impress the one they like. Like in this one episode of ‘Doki Doki I Love You’ the p-protagonist takes this girl he likes to a fireworks show, but w-we don’t have any fireworks down here, at least not on h-hand. A-and I didn’t have a whole lot of time, but I still managed to scrounge this up. A-and, oh g-gosh, this was a complete disaster!”

            “ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THIS WAS AWESOME!” Undyne shouted.

            Alphys turned to Undyne and blushed. “R-really?”

            “HELL YEAH!”

            Alphys broke out into a shy smile and giggled.

            “You’re telling me you did this on short notice? You’re amazing! This has been the best date ever!” 

            Alphys’ scales flushed a deep red and she moaned in disorientation and disbelief. “I-I’m amazing?”

            Undyne, flashing a grin, planted a kiss on Alphys cheek. She cackled when Alphys grew limp in her arms and passed out with a smile.

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loverofbumblebees replied to your post:

Nfjsjfjjskskdk so cute!!! I loved the “I’d pick you” part!! The animu? It’s just *chef’s kiss* good content. ❤️

Aww, thanks a ton! I’m really glad you liked it! I couldn’t resist the animu. Thank you for letting me know your thoughts. I really really really appreciate it.

I had to look up videos of their dialogue since I’ve never written them before, and writing this fic proved to be an interesting character study. It was intriguing to see the differences between the two of them, especially with how they talk about Burgerpants. Expanding upon their canon personalities was very fun.

Like I said to some of my friends, “And thus, I seized the canon and twisted it like I was making an animal balloon into this femslash fic.”

[saifa-ao3]

I have a request for femslash february, if you're still taking those! Pairing: Catty/Bratty - prompt: Catty and Bratty discuss Burgerpants, Mettaton, and whoever else, but at some point during their gossiping Catty accidentally lets it slip she likes Bratty (or vice-versa).

I’m late. But I did it! I’ll get to the other requests hopefully soon.

H e y,  c h e c k  i t  o u t. 

Rating: General Audiences

Title: I wanna, like, totally be your garbage!

Summary:While scavenging for garbage to sell, Bratty thinks over her feelings for Catty. Will she confess her feelings to her best friend?

Relationships: Catty/Bratty

Tumblr version under the cut.            It had been a while since anything new could be scavenged, and it looked like Bratty and Catty were the first ones to arrive this morning. Bratty laid her tired eyes on the new mountain of tangled debris that had fallen into the garbage dump during the night. Her keen eyesight was accustomed to the cavern’s darkness and gave her an advantage in spotting what the other monsters usually missed. The mound was comprised mostly of plastic bags and other useless synthetic and rusted debris. Among the musty dampness, there was a pungent, rotting smell wafting from the pile. Looks like whatever was salvageable would require a deep cleaning. The goods Bratty and Catty sold might be garbage, but it was premium quality garbage.

            The ankle deep water sloshed from Bratty’s approach. Carefully, she tugged at a handlebar from a bicycle to test the mountain’s stability. When nothing rained down, she shook other metal pipes and tires in search of a loose area to begin her excavation. The debris proved stubborn. In fact, barely anything seemed to budge save for a few empty aluminum cans. It seemed their salvage operation would be a tricky one, so it was best to get the easy pickings at the base first. Squatting down, she felt around in the water for anything interesting.

            “Like, ew, this mound totally reeks, Bratty!” Catty said, breaking away from their shopping cart while covering her nose with a grimace.

            Bratty gave her best friend a toothy grin. She loved the way Catty’s nose wrinkled from the smells in the dump. It was incredibly cute and the sight was one of her favorite parts of scavenging. “Like, totally, Catty. But just think of, like, all the garbage we can sell!”

            “Like, you’re so right, Bratty!” Catty giggled, covering her mouth mischievously with a paw.

            Bratty giggled too, but for her own reason. Catty’s laugh was bubbly and incredibly infectious as it bounced off the cavern walls and ceiling. There was a light chime to it like the high notes on a xylophone that made her soul flutter. That realization dawned on Bratty when she found the instrument on their last excavation. She had watched Catty curiously tap on the bars with a makeshift mallet and listened to her friend laugh playfully while composing a signature jingle for the two of them. It was then that Bratty associated Catty’s voice with music.

            “Oh, did you, like, find something?” Catty asked. She looked over Bratty’s shoulder and extended her whiskers. Grabbing their old, reliable shopping cart, she parked it next to the mound. “Chuck it in the cart here.”

            Bratty held up a figurine of a humanoid character dressed in pink with hair and cat ears to match. In her opinion, Catty was way cuter than this figurine. The girl wasn’t even entirely a cat, but definitely not a monster. Bratty had no idea what this character was, but she knew one thing. Catty had prettier ears. Besides, Bratty prefered purple over pink, and something told her this character would never be caught dead in a garbage dump.

            “Oh my god, like, isn’t this one of those things that Alphys likes?” Catty asked. She leaned over and rested her chin on top of Bratty’s head while her paws settled on Bratty’s shoulders.

            “Like, wow…” Bratty blushed when she felt the warmth from Catty’s paws and the soft fur tickle the scales on her neck. The warmth from her friend was a delightful comfort in the damp darkness. It took her a moment to snap her attention back to the conversation. “Uh… I totally think you’re right. What was it called again?”

            “Um, like, animu?”

            “Yeah, like, for sure animu.” Bratty said, placing the figurine in the cart. ”What even happened to Alphys anyways? Nobody has seen her for, like, ever.”

            Catty straightened and shrugged glumly while kicking at the water.

             Bratty looked from her friend to the figurine. They both missed Alphys dearly, but Catty took Alphys’ disappearance from their lives especially hard. Seeing her friend so glum about losing someone she considered an older sister, Bratty did her best to cheer her up. In Alphys’ absence, the two monsters had grown closer to the point of being inseparable and Bratty began to notice her favorite things about Catty, such as the way her friend’s whiskers would twitch out of curiosity or her pupils would widen when she saw something she adored until her irises were thin, golden rings. If only Catty would look at her the same way as when her friend found that empty gun and hoard of junk food. That day Catty was so excited for their find, and Bratty had to admit that was one of their most successful scavenging excursions yet.

            “Oh my god, Catty, maybe we could go to the lab and drop this off for Alphys. Like, pay her a visit, you know?”

            “Oh my god, Bratty, you really think she would see us?”

            “Uh, like, totally! We got this animu after all. You can give it to her and say, ‘Hi, like, what’s up?’ you know?”

            “Oh my god, Bratty, that’s such a cool idea,” Catty giggled excitedly.

            “For sure,” Bratty said with a wink. “Let’s see if there is anymore of this animu junk.”

            The two set to work sifting through the water, tossing aside rotted wooden planks and shredded fishing nets. A few waterlogged DVD cases and fishing poles later, Catty decided to brave the mountain. Using tires as footholds and secure metal rods to grasp, she scaled the mound agiley with ease until she reached the top. While Bratty sorted her way through the surrounding base, Catty set to work on attacking the pile from the top and removing the shoddy goods. Whenever there was an intriguing find, she would toss it down to add to the shopping cart.

            “Like, come on!” Catty grunted as she struggled to pull out a shower curtain rod. She dug her heels into the soggy magazines and crushed cans and tugged hard. When she finally ripped the rod out, a mess of stained fabric and fishing line wrapped around the pole followed.

            “Oh my god, careful, Catty!” Bratty shouted up. She circled around the back to catch her should she fall. It wasn’t often this happened, but on more than one occasion Bratty had broken her friend’s fall. Honestly, she never minded whenever this happened, and they would lie in the water together having a good laugh, then pick up where they left off. The first time Catty fell into her arms was when she finally noticed how warm, soft, and silky Catty’s fur was.

            Catty waved her arms in an effort to fight against gravity as she leaned backwards precariously on one leg. Her tail twitched wildly in an effort to regain her balance. At last, she thrusted the end of the pole into the mound and pulled herself forward. Sighing heavily in relief, she grinned down at Bratty and covered her grin with a paw. “Like, wow, that was a close one, huh?”

            “Uh, yeah,” Bratty said, smiling in relief. “You, like, totally were about to fall. Did you find anything interesting at least?”

            Catty leapt from the top and landed in the water with a splash. She held up the pole and pulled a pair of scissors from her pocket to snip away the massive knots of fishing line to get at the fabric. Holding up the unfurled fabric, she and Bratty squinted at what appeared to be burger patterned pajama pants.

             Bratty rolled her eyes and scoffed at who this article of clothing reminded her of. “Oh my god, Catty.”

            “Oh my god, Bratty, are you thinking what I am thinking?”

            “Like, Burgerpants, that creep?”

            “Yeah!” Catty’s eyes lit up and she shot Bratty a grin. “Like, we should totally give this to him!”

            Bratty folded her arms and tilted her head. There was a pang of jealousy in her soul that crept up everytime Catty brought up that guy or suggested hanging out with him. What did she see in Burgerpants anyways? After all, she thought he was a creep too, but that didn’t stop her from suggesting saving his life with their friendship and coolness. Catty was always so happy though, and Bratty didn’t have the heart to ruin that. “Uh, like, why?”

            “Because it totally suits him, duh! He could, like, be indebted to us and stuff. I mean, the guy doesn’t even have clothes other than the ones Mettaton makes him wear. I mean, have you seen the stuff he has to dress up in? Totally yuck! He’s gonna look totally cute in these.”

            “Uh, like, you really have no standards, do you?”

            “Nope!” Catty giggled, tossing the pants into the cart.

            “You would really pick Burgerpants over our robot husband?” Bratty asked in hopes the topic would change.

            “Oh my god, our robot husband. Do you think Burgerpants could, like, convince Mettaton to sign my butt after getting us Glamburgers?”

            “Uh, maybe?” Bratty said, uncommitted. All she wanted was to move past this conversation. She didn’t want Catty to see her wrestling with this jealousy. “Hey, what do you say we catch the new episode of The Robot Bachelor tonight?”

            “Oh my god, that’s tonight?” Catty asked brightly. “Like, absolutely! I can’t wait to see which dating option Mettaton will pick.”

            “Uh, yeah, though all the options are Mettaton,” Bratty grinned both in relief and excitement for the new episode. Of course, Catty’s laughter lifted her spirits too.

            “Oh my god, if I was on that dating show, I’d totally choose Mettaton, and then he can finally be my robot husband! What about you, Bratty? Like, who would you choose?”

            “Mettaton, obviously. He’s, like, totally my robot husband too.” Bratty paused as she considered other monsters she could choose from if she were on the dating show, but Catty’s bright laughter intruded upon her thoughts. “Like, actually, I think I’d totally pick you,” Bratty said under her breath. The words had tumbled out before she could catch them.

            Catty’s ears swiveled at that and her laughter stopped abruptly. Her paws flew to her mouth as she stared at her friend with wide eyes. “Oh my god, what?”

            Bratty stared back at Catty, uncertain of what to say. When she finally found her voice, it betrayed her with a crack. “Uh, like, I’d totally pick Mettaton, duh!”

            “No, after that! You’d really pick me?”

            Bratty’s hands fidgeted together nervously. What could she say, that she never wanted to be apart from her best friend? Every time she caught Catty, she never wanted to let go because the best garbage in the whole underground was in her arms. The faintest brush of Catty’s fur warmed her scales in a way Hotland never could. Forget pink no matter who was wearing it, whether it be that anime girl figurine or their shared robot husband. Purple was the coolest color the Underground had ever seen. Even if they never saw the surface, Catty was all she would ever need.

            “You really mean it?” Catty asked, extending her whiskers out of curiosity. Her eyes were two golden rings encircling night.

            “Like, yeah…” Bratty blushed. “You’re really cute and…”

            “Aw, Bratty!” Catty beamed. She embraced her friend tightly and nuzzled her cheek. A low purr formed in her throat that only increased in volume.

            Bratty felt the heat from Catty’s cheek and embrace, though the warmth felt more intense than any physical contact she had with her friend before. It chased away the damp chill from her body, leaving her to wish this feeling would never leave. Never before had she realized how soothing Catty’s rumbling purrs were until now. Truly, it was a new melody she never wanted to hear the end of. The vibrating notes and trills rippled across her skin and sank into her. Once again, Bratty found herself reluctant to let go.

            “We’re the coolest girlfriends forever!” Catty cheered. “Like, wow, I totally never would have thought I’d find the best garbage ever today!”

[saifa-ao3]

Thanks for sending in requests for this! I’m actually very surprised I got any at all, so I’m excited to try these out, especially for the rare pairs.

So far I got... -Muffet/Toriel -Toriel/Alphys -Undyne/Alphys -Catty/Bratty

Femslash February Reqs

While taking breaks from projects, I was thinking of trying my hand at writing for Femslash February since Undertale (and Deltarune) have some wonderful ladies.

If you have a request, feel free to send me an ask as long as you read what’s below first.

What I will do: -Canon (Undertale and Deltarune) -Rare pairs -Reader fics -Fluff -Angst

What is negotiable: -AUs (Underfell, Outertale, Outerfell are what I can work with best. Everything else would have to be discussed over messenger.) -Mature and explicit writing (though they will be posted to a different Ao3 account).

What I won’t do (but not limited to): -Minors with adults

Rules -Be polite and friendly! -Send a ship pairing and POV -Brief plot idea or scenario -Clearly mark if you want something Mature/Explicit

If you have a question about something not covered from above, feel free to ask me. 

[saifa-ao3]

Femslash February Reqs

While taking breaks from projects, I was thinking of trying my hand at writing for Femslash February since Undertale (and Deltarune) have some wonderful ladies.

If you have a request, feel free to send me an ask as long as you read what’s below first.

What I will do: -Canon (Undertale and Deltarune) -Rare pairs -Reader fics -Fluff -Angst

What is negotiable: -AUs (Underfell, Outertale, Outerfell are what I can work with best. Everything else would have to be discussed over messenger.) -Mature and explicit writing (though they will be posted to a different Ao3 account).

What I won’t do (but not limited to): -Minors with adults

Rules -Be polite and friendly! -Send a ship pairing and POV -Brief plot idea or scenario -Clearly mark if you want something Mature/Explicit

If you have a question about something not covered from above, feel free to ask me.