#‘hey guys let’s lay off our worst traumas ok’

[queenoftheimps]

Armand: I need to be in on the interview to keep Daniel in line Also Armand: Daniel bb I’m sure your exes think more fondly of you than you realize and are really pleased by your personal growth Daniel: what

[universalimagines]

Do you do poly relationships? If so can you do aria x spencer x reader where reader is taken to the dollhouse with them and after they all escape aria and spencer confess their feelings for reader? And it’s sort of angsty then super fluffy and they get together and start recovering from the trauma together? Thank you and I’m sorry if this is hard to understand! :)

Spencer x Aria x Reader

Today was proving to be incredibly trying. Since you and the Liars had managed to escape A's Dollhouse, being back home was harder than you expected.

The littlest things could set you off. Today you'd been in walking to class for your first day back when you saw the repair crew working on the school's power switch. Simply seeing it sent you right back to the Dollhouse and it made it damn near impossible to focus on class all day.

Aria's mom, Ella had noticed you'd been off your game and tried to talk to you about it earlier but you'd gently brushed her off intent on avoiding the conversation as long as possible.

As you headed home, you stopped in the Brew to see Spencer and Aria sitting together in your group's usual area. You walked over to them. "Hey Spence, Aria."

"Hey Y/N" Spencer said, her voice laden with exhaustion.

"Rough day?" You asked.

"You have no idea." Aria replied sighing. "When we walked into class it was like the tension just tripled. Everyone kept staring at me and looking away the second I looked back."

"No worse than all the pity and false sympathy everyone keeps giving me." Spencer interjected with a bit more bite than usual. "I tried to just stay quiet all day and half the students kept coming up to me saying how sorry they were or asking if I was ok."

"Emily and Hanna?" You asked.

"Hanna just bolted after school to be with her mom. I think Caleb's starting to piss her off now. And Emily's still got Sara staying with her mom so they're not back yet." Spencer answered.

You got up quickly to get your drink from Ezra at the counter when you noticed a group of guys from Rosewood High watching you. As you walked back to the group, you noticed other groups were sneaking peaks at you as well.

Aria had noticed as well. "Don't these people have anything better to do?" She asked.

"They're like leeches. Any news especially the kind that bleeds attracts their attention. And we've bled a lot recently" You commented.

Aria started to message her temples clearly feeling a headache coming on. "I'm so tired of all this."

You took a seat between the two of them and put your arm around her shoulder letting her fall into you. "Can you both stay over tonight?" She asked with that sweet voice that was so hard to resist.

Spencer smiled for the first time since you'd seen all day. "Thats the best idea I've heard all day."

Aria then turned her face to better see you while still in your shoulder. Given that her mother had tried to get you to talk about the dollhouse earlier you'd wanted to refuse but you couldn't say no to Aria. "Ok I'll come too."

The Montgomery household thankfully wasn't too loud. Aria's Dad was away with Mike and her mother had dinner ready for the three of you after Aria told her you both would be coming.

However the night had been more awkward than you wanted. Ella and Aria had argued over something about the Dollhouse and that tension filled the house all night. Aria had been short with her mother all night, Spencer couldn't hold a conversation for longer than a minute before she seemed to check out (She'd almost failed asleep at the table) and you'd been on edge waiting for trouble to emerge. You saw in them much what you saw in yourself, the aftereffects of the Dollhouse were still there for them.

As night approached you and the girls just wanted to go to sleep. As Spencer and Aria worked to set up the bed, you went into the storage closet to get a quilt. As you finally found one big enough and grabbed it off the shelve, the wind blew the door shut behind you leaving you in the dark. You found the handle and tried to open it but found it locked.

You suddenly felt a lump in your throat. The darkness, the locked door, the tight spaces. It was like the dollhouse. You pounded on the door trying to get out.

"Hey! Let me out!" You yelled.

Aria and Spencer came rushing to the door trying to open it as they heard the panic in your voice increase.

"We hear you!" Spencer yelled. "Give us a minute."

It felt like an eternity but finally the girls opened the door and you came barreling out almost knocking them both down still breathing heavy from the fear.

"You ok?" Spencer asked as she knelt by you.

You quickly got up and tried to walk away. "I'm ok." You said still out of breath.

"No you're not." Aria countered. "What the hell happened?

You tried, and failed to put on a brave face. "You know this was a bad idea. I'm just going to go home."

You tried to get away from them as you heard them following you echoing their concerns. As you reached the staircase, Spencer grabbed your arm trying to stop you but you pulled away and slipped on the staircase tumbling down.

"Y/N!" The girls cried.

The fall thankfully, had only left a few bruises and no broken bones. "I feel so stupid." You sighed as you lay on the couch with an ice pack on your leg.

"I'm just glad you're ok." Ella said as she handed you another ice pack to replace the current one.

As Ella left the room, Spencer and Aria came in sat across from you. They both looked they were about to cry.

"Y/N what the hell was that?" Spencer asked.

You sighed in defeat. "I'm sorry. I know I scared you with that. It just... It's been so hard being back. I feel so on edge all the time. Like A's just going to snatch us up one day and we'll be back in the dollhouse."

You felt tears leaving your eyes. "That place was hell but the worst part was being cut off from you all. The three of us have been together since the beginning. I couldn't believe that with everything we'd been through that the Dollhouse was going to be our end."

You noticed both of them were starting to cry as well. Spencer was the first to speak. "Y/N, back at the Brew before you showed, Aria and I were talking." They both then reached out and grabbed your hands in theirs.

"At the Dollhouse, we both had to wrestle with something." Spencer continued.

"It took us almost dying without seeing you for us to realize it." Aria continued. "But we love you."

"We both do." Spencer added. "And we realized with what A's done that we both couldn't keep holding that secret anymore."

You squeezed each of their hands and gently pulled them in kissing them both. "I love you both too. If we could survive the Dollhouse, we can survive whatever else A throws our way. Together."

Aria turned to face the hallway and called. "Mom?"

Ella came out from the kitchen. "Yes Aria?"

"Can you schedule us an appointment with Dr Sullivan tomorrow, for the three of us?"

Ella smiled and nodded. "Of course dear."

Aria turned back to face you both again. You gestured for the girls to move to the sofa and sit on opposite sides of you. They both laid their heads on yours and for the first time in a while, you actually felt a little more calm. Recovery wouldn't be easier but it would be easier with Aria and Spencer by your side.

[luminous-shifting-vibes]

actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

out of context of course, what do you take me for? a sane person?

"they made lightning mcqueen hot"

"inch resting"

"Nix: Cars (2006) several people are typing..."

"im evaporating"

"enjoy precipitation"

"tow mater is more attractive than lightning mcqueen/hj"

"lightning mcqueen looks like he would call me a slur"

"why did I come back to a discussion regarding the attractiveness of vehicles"

"lark is the braincell of shiftblr tbh"

"you all need some grass in your life"

"me over here simping for block men and now literal cars"

"didn't nick wilde commit fraud canonically"

"i have no strong opinions on whether or not nick wilde is attractive"

"I AM AROMANTIC AND I AM NOT IMMUNE TO NICK WILDE"

"I am bisexual and I. Am not into Nick Wilde based on a simple fact he looks like he will drink all my pepsi and call me names"

"What is shiftbkr but not a bunch of simps"

"cries in Bianca Monroe"

"listen i have a folder called gayass

it is mostly pictures of kyoka jiro and virgil sanders"

"Nick Wilde x Reader where he steals your car 📷 carjacker to lovers AU 📷"

"he says "mama i like to step on keyboard""

"MY MOM JUST WALKED IN AND I HAD TO TELL HER I WAS LOOKING AT LIGHTING MC QUEEN HUMAN FANART"

"crab walks away"

""Y/N..." Nick whispered into your ear. "Your car...is a Honda Civic, right?" You looked up at Nick with a baffled expression. "Nick, my beloved? Whatever are you talking about?" "Just asking..." He said as he let you out of his embrace. "Hey, wanna see a magic trick, babe?" Your eyes sparkled. "Really, Nick? Of course!" Nick smiled. "Ok, close your eyes!" You giggled and closed your eyes, waiting for Nick to tell you to open up. Instead, you heard the loud rumble of a car starting up, and you open your eyes. Nick has stolen your car, and he has driven off into the sunset..."

"did y'all know his name used to be canonically Montgomery--he changed it to lightning mcqueen to get rid of his past"

"That is my exit number"

"cars trauma arc"

"wait do y'all know about car jesus" "as if jesus wasn't a ford focus in the bible"

"oh yall do not want to know about the trauma in my cars dr lmao"

"Dewit tau style babey make Lightning McQueen outlive everyone and stalk their reincarnations"

"Do they baptize other cars in like gasoline then"

"there is a pope car in the cars universe which means car jesus died for cars sins"

"NOT THE BOOMER MEMES"

"-lays facedown on the floor while caramelldansen plays-"

"like im serious how many of you guys endorse me falling face down on my floor" (NOT THE SAME PERSON AS PREVIOUS QUOTE)

"I will be Tall and no one can stop me"

"is a soft floor?"

"stop I thought faceplant meant like a succulent in the shape of a face instead of falling onto your noggin for a solid 10 seconds"

"Touch some grass??? What about eating grass"

"what if for every employee of the month i just printed out really horrible boomer memes"

"what ab smoking grass /j"

"Can the grassdirt smoothie be a special in the cafe"

"PLEASE IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR REWRITINH THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE WHIKE SPEEDRUNINT MINECRAFT"

"you have to get good dirt from like the middle of a pennsylvanian forest for it to taste good though"

"I ate a four leaf clover as a kid cause i thought it would make me lucky"

"guys how do i see the mee6 leaderboard"

"I used to think i was half dragon and I ate plants out of sidewalk cracks"

"i think i punched someone"

"my parents told me to stop doing that so I looked at them and ate a flower"

"I ate grass when I was 9 bc I read warrior cats and thought I was a medicine cat ....................."

"bees are just spicy flies"

"I had a mental breakdown when I was three cause I didn’t know how to turn off a phone"

"My mom drank a bee once"

"when I was a baby I kinned ink sans."

"bro who here find the yellow hat man from curious george fine as heck 📷📷📷"

"mY LUNGSSSSSS"

"no one topping Him"

"I like em big"

"I think Moto Moto has no game like move over hunky boy I could beat you 1v1 Roblox Arsenal 📷📷📷"

"If you didnt have a crush on springtrap, jeff the killer, or Underfell/Gaster/Error sans don't talk to me /j"

"LOOK THEY'RE BOTH DILFS WITH ABS THAT WOULD FIGHT GOD"

"ZORO IS BANNED"

"Guys please help I found my old fnaf fanart from when I was 8 I'm in literal tears"

"OH NO BOT MY FIFTH GRADE HAMILTON PHASE"

"The worst attraction ive ever had has to be Sombra Overwatch"

"My family is like "save all ur art so I can sell it when you're famous" I literally could not sell this if I tried"

"screaming puppet"

"I just remembered Ive drawn overwatch/hamilton crossover fanart"

"my hermit crabs ate each other again"

"we're cannibals ????"

"having me here is a curse you have inflicted on yourselves and I for one am glad for it <3" "scitters around like a crab in anticipation"

"CARB DAY"

"WE NEED TO HAVE A WATCH OARTY"

"hey y'all ill be right back i have to throw away a crab carcass"

"if I watch cars I'm going to start laughing in the middle of it nonstop just because the word cars is funny and also cars are funny like how do you move silly little metal box with rubber circles"

"Lark asleep post catboy pitbul"

"Mwista Wowldwide! Nya!" "hermit crab 2: electric boogaloo"

"Is that why your name is chaos"

"manifest the crab power!!"

"cool dex fact: i can't read 📷"

"sighs adds to worship these entities list"

"with a knife <3"

"yeah and if he betrays me I could probably throw him across the atlantic ocean"

"give me his eyes"

"my good citizen i am a- wait no im nonbinary nvm"

"it worked on a fish idk what to tell you"

"what is gender??? Is that a board game?? If so can I be apples to apples that one's my favorite"

"CHUTES AND LADDERS"

"anyways actually my gender is Candyland"

"Oh god romes the destroyer of friendships/j"

"i am a simple gay i see math i run in the opposite direction survival instincts 101"

"math my beloathed"

"algebra makes me want to rip open a bag of swedish fish and swallow them whole"

"cackles in they're au characters and this will be very fun"

"pog !!!! me too ksajgks one of my drs is a sanders sides au"

"Is that bipper"

"tumblr sexyman"

"Good because he’ll fuck u up if u hurt a child"

"I want a wing-suit"

"looks like a bean would poison someone"

"my hermit crabs are cannibals what can i say"

"sonic the hedgehog kinnie"

"get yourself a man who is capable of the most ungodly actions but won't do them because of their morality owo"

"tell him he can steal my wallet"

"eyes"

"idk about y'all but I need blueberry sweet tea to live"

"y'know the red souls from soul eater i really want to eat those"

"but like only respectable crimes like stealing from elon musk"

"You can go cultbashing with he!"

"He acts like a flamboyant gay man, but if a flamboyant gay man was straight."

"Simp Satan 📷"

"definitely arson"

"They look like they enjoy lemon squares and other lemon desserts"

"Satan is all-powerful but he spends most of his time building honeymoon locations because he is convinced that the protag loves him"

"bc shes the reincarnation of his dead wife or something i guess"

annd here's a quote from our very own dream (@shiftingwastaken) that sums this post up:

"shiftblr but context makes it worse"

[kpoppwriter]

Not The Point | pt. 2

Genre: angst (Med Student!Seokmin x Secret Agent!Reader)

Words: 1.4k+

Warnings: blood, death, hospital, medical stuff 

Synopsis: You were glad your best friend was a med student. It really came in handy in your line of work.

A/N: I absolutely love the first part of this (which was originally meant to be a oneshot but eh) and I really wanted to write a part 2 so after a lot of thinking...I bring you part 2! Let me know what you guys think of this little two-parter

pt. 1 | pt. 2

You woke up the next morning in your own bed. You weren’t quite sure how you got there, most of your night being quite hazy to you. You winched as you tried to sit up. Ah yes...you got injured. You were sure you were at Seokmin’s house though. When did you...

Your phone vibrated on your bedside table. You didn’t even need to check who it was before answering. 

“Hello?” you tried to clear your throat of your raspiness

“How’s your side?” 

“It’s alright, Minnie,” you groaned as you got out of bed, “Still hurts but not the worst injury I’ve gotten.” 

He only hummed in response. You glanced at the clock on your bedside table.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in class right now?” you asked

“The professor’s running late,” he sighed, “We might not have that class at all today.”

“Oooo lucky you~” you giggled

“Yeah I guess so,” he chuckled, “Just means more studying really.”

“I guess so Mr. Perfect GPA,” you teased, “You have work later?”

Seokmin worked as a nurse in the emergency room of the local hospital while he was studying to be a doctor. He usually worked nights after classes. Even though he was always exhausted, the money was good and helped get him through college without having to get a loan. 

“Yeah, night shift again,” he groaned, “Hopefully it’ll go by quickly.”

“My fingers are crossed for ya, buddy.”

Seokmin felt a little disheartened at your use of the nickname buddy. It felt too friendly. Like you don’t remember kissing him the night before. 

You ended the call after Seokmin reminded you how to take care of your side as if you hadn’t listened to him the thousand other times he had told you how to take care of your wounds. You walked, more like waddled, to your bathroom to shower. You mentally cursed yourself for not being more careful because it was a real bitch to shower with a huge gash in your side. Your usual 15 minute shower took an hour and you were in pain. A lot of pain. You popped some pain medicine in your mouth before leaving your house. 

You walked around the college campus, just enjoying the scenery. If you were as dedicated as Seokmin, you could be going to school here too but school was never really your cup of tea. You were more a “learn by doing” type of person. You smiled when you spied a familiar figure sitting in the shade of a tree. You had a little pep in your step as you walked over to him.

“Hey Minnie.”

He looked up from his textbook, a slight surprised expression on his face. 

“You should be at home resting, Y/N,” he scolded

“Eh, its too boring there,” you groaned a bit as you sat down beside him. 

He glanced at your side before going to lock eyes with you. He looked so heartbroken. 

“I’m fine Min,” you assured him

“You better be,” he grumbled before returning his focus to his textbook

There was a comfortable silence between you two. The campus was bustling so it wasn’t completely quiet but it was peaceful. You felt at ease. 

“I feel like there’s something we need to talk about.”

You looked over at Seokmin, his focus no longer on the textbook in his lap but on you. He looked nervous.

“What’s up?”

“Are we just going to ignore what happened last night?” he asked quietly

“What do you mean?” 

You tried to remember anything of major significance from last night but you don’t remember much after arriving to Seokmin’s place. 

“The...the kiss.” 

“Wait- we kissed?” your eyes went wide

“You don’t remember?”

“Last night is a bit of a..haze for me.”

“Well...that makes sense since you were injured and everything...” 

A silence fell over you two again. Except it wasn’t as comforting as before. 

“I thought maybe you had just wanted to forget about it. That you didn’t feel the same way.”

“No Seokmin! I actually...” you bit your lip, “I actually do feel the same way.”

His face immediately brightened, his iconic smile spreading onto his face. His excitement overtook him and he cupped your cheeks, his lips pressing against yours. You let out a small squeak at the sudden kiss but soon melted into the feeling. You leaned into his touch but winced when you felt your side ache. Seokmin immediately pulled away, his face full of worry. 

“Oh my gosh, are you alright?” Seokmin checked over your side

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you giggled at his concern, “Just moved weird.” 

“Well, at least now I can properly nag you to take care of yourself.”

“Oh, now you can? You always do that, regardless of our relationship!”

You downed some more pain medicine as you finished packing your backpack. It was night now, the dark settling over everything. You were dressed in all black and your hair was hidden under a hat. You slung your backpack over your shoulder right as your phone began to ring. Your regular phone, that is. You held your breath as you stared at the name on the screen. You hesitantly answered it.

“Seokmin.”

“Hey Y/N,” he singsonged, “How’re you feeling? What’re you up to tonight?”

“Oh, I-I’m alright. I’m just...ya know...about to head out for a bit.” 

“Where are you headed this late?” 

You were silent. You were skilled in lying and making up excuses but you couldn’t lie to him, not Seokmin.

“Y/N, where are you going?” 

“Seokmin-”

“Are you seriously about to go on a mission?” he almost yelled, “You’re not at all healed up Y/N! You could make your injury worse or even get more injured!” 

“I don’t really have a choice here Seokmin! This is the life I chose and I have to finished what I started!” 

You hung up the phone without hearing what he had to say. You could feel the tears brimming in your eyes but you pushed them aside and left your house.  

Seokmin looked at the clock. 2:19 am. He still hadn’t heard from you and he was starting to get worried. He desperately wanted to call you but didn’t in case the sound of your phone going off got you into trouble. He kept his phone in the pocket of his scrubs in case you called. 

He heard the incoming sounds of an ambulance, which was a normal occurrence in the ER. But this time was a big emergency. Seokmin’s name was loudly called out as a gurney came flying through the the doors. He rushed over to the person to assess the situation. He wasn’t even that close but he could clearly see large amounts of blood. One of the EMTs started going over what they knew so far.

“They were found outside a hotel in the downtown area with a gunshot wound to the shoulder. Bullet is still lodged in the body. There’s also multiple lacerations to the body, including a large one that’s been sutured on the side of the body but it has been reopened.” 

Seokmin went into a full panic. It was you. He just knew it was you. The gurney was pulled into a trauma room and the nurses went to work. Seokmin was shaking as he approached the bed. You were laying there only partly conscious. You were clearly in pain and your breathing was labored. Your eyes tried to opened, only staying open for a brief second. 

“Y/N, Y/N, come on. I need you to open your eyes.” 

Your eyes fluttered open and closed, your eyelids too heavy for you. 

“Minnie...” you breathed

“Shhh it’s ok. You’re going to be fine. I’ll take care of you, hm?” 

His own voice was giving away how he wasn’t sure about that. You were in a very bad condition. but he was going to keep you alive. He wasn’t going to let you leave him. He grabbed some gauze and pressed down on the bullet wound on your shoulder. You let out a cry, the pain becoming too much for you to bear. 

“They’re crashing!” 

Your body went limp under Seokmin’s hands. One of the nurses began CPR while another got the defibrillator. Seokmin stepped back, his heart sinking as he watched the nurses try to bring you back to life but with little success. He looked down at his hands, now covered with your blood. Tears streamed down his face, the sound of the heart monitor flatlining ringing in his ears. 

“Time of death, 2:37 am.” 

[hoodie-lover]

My Multiverse Ask Event! #6

KikiTheSapphireKitsune - Archive of Our Own - First, Second, Third, Fourth

Megalovaniaintensifies - Archive of Our Own - Fifth, Sixth

KikiTheSapphireKitsune - Archive of Our Own - Seventh

Megalovaniaintensifies - Archive of Our Own - Eighth, Ninth

KikiTheSapphireKitsune - Archive of Our Own - Tenth, Eleventh, Twelfth 

Megalovaniaintensifies - Archive of Our Own - Thirteenth

KikiTheSapphireKitsune - Archive of Our Own - Fourteenth, Fifteenth

Megalovaniaintensifies - Archive of Our Own - Sixteenth

KikiTheSapphireKitsune - Archive of Our Own - Seventeenth, Eighteenth, Nineteenth, Twentieth, Twenty-First, Twenty-Second, Twenty-Third, Twenty-Fourth, Twenty-Fifth

Megalovaniaintensifies - Archive of Our Own - Thirty-Second, Thirty-Third, Thirty-Fourth, Thirty-Fifth, Thirty-Sixth

KikiTheSapphireKitsune - Archive of Our Own - Thirty-Seventh, Thirty-Eighth, Thirty-Ninth, Fortieth, Forty-First, Forty-Second, Forty-Third

Megalovaniaintensifies - Archive of Our Own - Forty-Fourth, Forty-Fifth, Forty-Sixth, Forty-Seventh

“heya.”

“you’ve been busy, huh?”

“...” Classic was quiet as he took a breath and continued his monologue.

“so, i’ve got a question for ya.” Classic said, smiling a grim smile.

“do you think even the worst person can change…?”

“that everyone can be a good person, if they just try?”

“heh heh heh heh...”

“all right.”

“well, here’s a better question.” 

“do you wanna have a bad time?” 

“cause if you take another step forward...” 

“you are REALLY not going to like what happens next.”

“welp.” Classic said, smiling as he shifted his feet, excited and brimming with anticipation for what he hoped was their true, last fight. 

“Get ready Frisk.”

“It’s the end.”

“Well Classic I can tell you that Chara doesn't like Frisk one bit. Chara is on your side, so there is that. You can also blame the askers for this, one of us made the mistake of asking Frisk a question about the multiverse.”

“Well, I’m glad to know I have one human ally in this world.” Classic muttered during the pause as he raised his hand and launched his attack. 

“Yes Nightmare! I knew you would get it! Told you that you're smart.”

“Thanks. I just wish I could tell him without being interrupted.” Nightmare said, glaring at Maxie as she shrugged innocently. 

“Nightmare, of course you are a good dad. You are better than my parents, although that is a low bar. I think you are great anyway.”

“Whatever you say.” Nightmare said, laying on his back as he retracted his tentacles. 

“So guys, how are you gonna keep the brat from loading so you can do this? You have to have a plan!”

“Every time they die, we’ll swap out. Keep them on their toes and curious.” Killer snickered, watching Frisk dodge the bones with masterful ease and boredom. 

“if your going to drain frisks DT wait out this timeline and ambush them the second they fall so they never get a save”

“That’s the plan. Get revenge, get a RESET, then drain them.” Dust whispered, eagerly waiting his chance to beat the brat into the ground and turn them into a red mush of flesh and broken bones. 

“frisk if humanity is evil why not kill all humans”

“I can’t save or load on the surface, the only reason I can kill all monsters is because I can save and load.” Frisk whispered, standing before Classic.

“Frisk stop it, you say humanity is cruel but look at yourself! You are showing the worst of our species and it needs to end. You can choose to be kind, you can choose to be the change you wish to see in others but instead you attack the people who cared about you? Stop and look at what you have become, there is so much better you could have done. Please, just stop hurting everyone.”

“I don’t care. I haven’t for a long time.” Frisk said, their eyes filled with bloodlust as they swung their knife at Classic, the punny skeleton grabbing their hands and throwing them across the room. 

“classic if you don't do certain things to not break script do you fall asleep on purpose at the end of the genocide”

“I do. I get completely exhausted, and the only way to get stronger in the time I’m given is something I’ve tried. Twice.” Classic said laughing at Frisk’s shocked face. 

“Though I mostly fake it nowadays, fighting the Dark Sanses really got me into shape.” Classic said, chuckling darkly as Frisk got up and charged. It was pathetic.  

“chara why do you let frisk reset at the end of genocide route if you dont reset for them they wont kill toriel asriel and flowey”

“Ḭ̴̯̚ ̵̼̥̇̀w̸͙̆o̴̻̖̅ù̷̮̞̉l̵̗̠͗̈́d̷͚̼̈́̽ ̴̡̘̚ḩ̸̘͌a̶̯̒͋v̷̙̒ͅe̶͙͑ ̸̦͋ṡ̵̪͍t̴̖́̆o̶̭͍͊p̶͙͐p̸̯̩̐ê̷͚̕d̵̰̞͊͘ ̶̛͍t̴͎̫͊̽h̴̗̥̎e̴͐ͅm̸̖̔̿ ̶͓̄ī̸͎̀f̴̢̚ ̸̪͘Ì̸̢̇ ̴̰̓̚ͅc̸̣͊͝ǒ̸͓u̶̥͚͛l̵̯̃̉d̵̦̈́.̵̩̐” Chara said, small tears forming in their eyes as they held a breath they didn’t need to. 

“Hey Alt, sad to tell you that you're most likely right. Most Errors were never really shown much kindness in their multiverse, most have been tortured by the creators and even the other versions of yourself and your friends. Most Errors need a helping hand, and are too scared of being hurt more to actually accept it. Also there is the touch phobia most have, which is usually a trauma induced phobia in most people who have it so it makes sense Error would have it. So what are you going to do about your Error? Are you going to try to help him?”

“I’ve tried reaching out several times, I’ve apologized for using him like I did when we fought my Nightmare, and I leave him gift baskets with chocolate and sewing supplies. I think they’re working, he’s not as active, but I hope it’s not because of the creators in my world.” Alt said, looking at Classic. He was fighting the human

“Killer, Dust.... you are both precious little beans who love their new found family and will protect them with everything you have. I don't care what you say you are adorable!”

“No we are not.” They said in unison, they were barely audible over Frisk’s screams of frustration at Sans’ new patterns. Though they haven’t died yet. 

“Oh Stretch, you must mean the YandereBerry, yeah he is unsettling to say the least.”

“Ink genuinely made one, and then never made another. Everyone stayed away from our AU for a week after that incident.” Stretch said, shuddering at the memory. 

“frisk what do you think of jerry”

“I hate him as much as humanity.” Frisk said, their arm crackling and bones fragments grinding against each other as they swung their blade again. 

“I know those ships made you guys cringe but what they put other Red's through is worse. He gets shipped with everyone and everything, including(but not limited to) his brother, blue, the pet rock, classic, black, lust, horror, jerry(ew), and of lust.”

“Oh boy. Do not get me started.” Red grumbled, growling as he remembered one time Ink rambled on about all the ships involving him when he confessed to having a crush on Blue. It held a sour taste in his mouth as he didn’t know if it was fake or not, or if his feelings were fake or not. But he kept going as he was happy and no one was being hurt. 

“I feel bad for him, he really has it the worst.” Blue said, kissing him on the cheek or whatever the equivalent was. 

“He does, when I say everyone I mean EVERYONE. Every single sans has been shipped with him at least once, as have the papyrus's, he has been shipped with every monster in his universe and the kid. Red is in a lot of smut pieces, and it is kinda weird.”

“Yeah, it’s almost like he has a lot to choose from.” Black said, and Red’s eye narrowed at the sight of the promiscuous skeleton. 

“killer and dust so aren't you both technically from the classic timeline”

“We are.” They said in unison.

“Oh Black, how are you planning to win Blue over?”

“I will ruin Red’s reputation with scandals and swoop in to comfort Blue in his time of betrayal. Then I will set up many circumstances where he will be in danger and I shall save him. I will also gift him with many great items worthy of Blue’s magnificence!” Black said, whispering so no one would hear him. 

“Hey Frisk why don't you just talk to us for a minute and pay no mind to anything happening, you can just load if something happens anyway so no need to keep your guard up. Stop hunting down monsters and tell me a bit more about who you are, what is a few minutes?”

“A distraction. If better executed, it may have worked.” Frisk said, smirking. 

“Guys please tell me this plan of yours is gonna work, do not let this murder child into the multiverse. And Paps, I know you are the forgiving type but they need to be stopped, if they somehow get access to the doodlesphere there is no telling what they might do.”

“No kidding. They are determined, more so than any monster or human we know. It’s horrifying to know what they would do if they got access to the entire multiverse.” Papyrus said, sighing as he watched what was going on, it hurt even though he had watched several times. 

“I just want everyone to be ok.”

“So do I.” Papyrus said, shaking a bit.

“Yikes, Paps gave up on someone? I mean I get it, they are doing some pretty awful things just cause they can, not for any reason either. They don't have any reason to hurt anyone other than they can and they feel above consequences. Show them they are not, please.”

“With pleasure.” Dust said, watching Frisk fall down dead and swapping with Classic right as Frisk came back. 

Frisk wasted no time before they were stabbed in the arm. And then their other arm, and legs. With cries of agony they fell to the ground and Dust laughed. 

“Pathetic. This is what killed me millions of times? What drove me into insanity? Pathetic.” Dust said, as the kid got up and dodged. 

“Well, I’m going to admire watching you die.” Dust said, firing blasters at the kid who was much slower as they beld out.  

“So Error, your dad knows who you really are, or were... wanna try and guess? I mean you now know you were from a split off of the classic timeline so you should be able to narrow it down.”

“Out of everyone, the chances of them getting into the anti-void is slim, and Ink did entertain Geno as a possibility. And since I did hear a ‘G’ through the censor, I guess I was Geno. Meaning I had to watch them all go crazy at one point in time, though not Horror, he was before any Genocide.” Error said, shaking with rage. 

“Is geno helping too? with stopping the brat?”

“Hell yeah!” Geno said, he was in the save screen. He would be going last. 

“Error the ship with you and Ink is def a different multiverse. It is usually consensual and both are happy together in most cases. There are a few Yandere Inks but only a few. Error makes me happy.”

“Yandere and Ink are two words that shouldn’t be together. In any sentence. Ever.” Error said, shuddering at the thought. 

“Also I will admit to being a tad biased in favor of the Dark Sans's, but just a tad.”

“As are we! I hope that Frisk is murdered and never comes back!” Maxie said, and the other Creators cheered. 

“So Dream, Nightmare... what pranks can I help with?”

“The glitter prank.” Dream said and Red looked at him, and Dream turned away, snickering to himself. 

“Can't Error use his strings to capture Frisk's soul, like when he is destroying a universe so the kid can't just reset?”

“We could, but some souls have gotten out before. We don’t want to risk him escaping.” Error said. 

“Hmm, would be nice if you could somehow give Chara a second chance. They certainly deserve to be part of your family more than Frisk does. Chara still sees you all as their family.”

“They do? You can talk to them?! Oh my god.” Toriel said, falling to her knees as Asgore held his hand over his mouth.

“Well, it seems this is one big mess. Bigger than I thought.” Flowey said, looking at his former parents with an odd feeling.  

“See Nightmare, it is frustrating to not just be able to tell them the answer right? Stupid censoring.”

“It sure is.” Nightmare said, sighing. 

“Blue, what's in the flask? And don't deny having it, I know you do you naughty boy.”

“Whiskey. And I am once again unable to get to any level of intoxication. I might as well be drinking water!” Blue said, rubbing his temples. 

“Hey Alt's Error, you doing ok? The voices aren't being too cruel are they? If they hurt you I will fight them!”

“They’re fine.” He said, giving a very disgusted look. 

“error just out of curiosity aren't you and ink supposed to be there to keep balance in the multiverse”

“Replace Ink with the Creators and you have a correct statement. It used to be Ink and I but that, clearly, didn’t quite work out.” He said, rolling his eyes. 

“chara is a ghost like napstablook or mettaton so isn't it possible to make a body for him”

“It’d be possible to make one for her, yes chara is a girl. A lot of people get that wrong. But the ghosts of the Underground were born that way, they never died. So I’m not sure.” Alphys said, thinking.  

“error have you ever destroyed the classic timeline”

“Wouldn’t be here if I did.” Error said, watching a very morbid display on Dust’s end. 

“Well that’ll give me nightmares.” Error said, turning away.

“ok so if dust sans kills all the monsters i mean all the monsters getting him to level 19 he might be able to talk to chara maybe?”

“I occasionally see a wips of green and yellow. I assume that’s the kid, but I don’t have enough DT to actually hold a conversation with them.” Dust said, sighing. 

“toriel if you break script and cut the flowers that break the humans fall they will never be able to kill anyone since they died”

“I could do that, but there are other ways into the Underground, small caverns and holes on the mountain, and it’s better knowing where they will fall rather than not knowing where.” Toriel said, sighing.

“Hey Chara, is there anything you would like us to tell your parents? I want to help you!”

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̷̧͓̮͇͒̆̄m̵̢͔͈̲̰̍̑͆̆͌̃̓̇̓̓͆͆͠͠͝û̶̠̩͔̻͎̘̠̥̲͎̉͂͘c̶̖͕͈̤̼̝̭͙̩̦̭̲̟̫͕̬̼̊̍̇͌͆͋̓̇̀͛̈́̚͠ͅh̵͈̜̣͈͓̑͑̅̌͒̉͌̑̀̔̚!̶̨̩͔͉͔̎̐̿̐̾̇̓̂̎̾̕͘ͅ ̶̛̘̗͚̝̭͚͉͂̂̐͗̉͋̈́̆̂͝͝͝T̴͓̦͙͍̋̄̉̾͊̐̌̓̏̾ͅe̸̱̘̥̼̟̒̈́̊͑l̶̦̬͋͛̆̅̈́̊̓͊̎͜l̷̡̟̘͇͓̙̻̝̞̯̙̙͕̘̥̈̌̓̀̽ͅ ̴̢̠͈͓̹̱̬̫͙̰̻͕̘̓̄̈́̚F̴̛͓̠̪̑̿̏̔͑̊͌̈́͋̽͝͝l̴͉͇͋̓̀̀̉̋͗́̎ȍ̷̡͈̳̗͓̈́́̊͑̎͐̕w̶̪͙͌̎̇̽͑̉̿̉͊̾͠e̷̡̨̢̧̝̘͈̮̲̦̳̘̤̳͇̱̲͑͑̌̏̿͐̇͊̚͝ý̶̡̢̬͈̦̯͓̠̋͊͠ ̸̨̡͍̱͈̻̲̱̩̳̤̲̟͂͑͒̽̎͑͂̕͝ͅͅI̶̢̜̲̲̖̰͙͎͖̣̭̭̠̭͖̠̊̀͘̚'̷̛͎̫̳̲͂̅́͛̆̂͗̔͐̀̅̔̌̕͜m̸̭̲͉͙̤͎̣͖͖̙̦̻̻͔͉̿̇̔͒̒̍̀̑̄̈́͆͝ ̴̡̡͓̝̖̫͇̠̺̙͉͎̻̻̬̋͋̾̈͑͜ṣ̷̡̡̧̯̣͎͎̹͈͈̬̞̮͆̄̑́̌̔̽̎͗̉̒͝ͅo̶̧̨̠̱̭̮͚̻̪̖̝͂͂̔̍̾̈̾͋͜͜͠͠ͅ ̶̧͇͍̩̞̖̖̽s̵̳̓̈́̃̚̚ǫ̸̞̞̼̟͚͉̻͈͕̮͖̈́̌͒̈͂̚͜r̸̥̝̦̯̙̲͛͛̄̅̐̍̊̿͘͜͝ͅr̶̰̫̒̉̂͆̿̓̀̏̕̕y̸̢̡͖̠̯͍̟̹̩̣̱͈̝̰̟̩̬̯̾ ̷̢̛̰̩̪̰̌̈́̉̓̓̒̊͂̉͂̈̀̕ͅa̴̡̨̧̖̤̬͕͓̎͌͆̈̓̈́͒̋̽͆̚͘͝n̶̬̹͆̐̋͌̃́̊̓́̂͒͘͠ḍ̷̬̀͒͂̿͆͒̈̐̃̽̄̒̓̊͠ ̶̱̺͓̼̮̥̳̦̤͍̊̆̈́̉̀̒̅̑̌̂̅̕̕͠t̶͖̰̺́̉̚e̵̢̧͎̘̘̖̹̬̣̲̖̪͂̄l̵̙̈͌͒̏̈͂͘l̶̨͇͙̮̼̳̎ͅ ̵̛̙̙͙̪͓͖̝̐͂̅̏̄͒̀̈́̂͂̒̀̆̈́̔̌͝M̶̳̟͇͓͓͔͎̘̤̘͉͛̈́̀̂͋̔̿̍o̴̡͔̰͕̘̪̻͉̙͇͎͕̠͗m̴̢̟̟͋͊͂͆̏̔̐̓̊́̇̇̉̕̕ ̶̛̛͙̘̑̽̀́̃̈́͌͐̂̂͒͘ṱ̴̛̩͖͕͙͕̣̖̳̖̮̲͉̮̲͖̾̅͊̊͑̋́̆̚͘͘ḩ̴̦̠̙̦̩̦̝͍͇̖͚̞̫́̑̋́͐̍̀͋͒̈́͆̔͐̏͆̌͝͝ͅa̶̡͍̦̲͉̗̻̞̺̪̮̗̼̹̋́́̔̍̀̎̽̓͑̒̐͊͘̚̕̕͠ͅţ̶͉̠̬͉̗̭̱̭̩̫̈́̽̈́͜ͅ ̶̢̨͈̤͈̙̻͙̫̰͓̽͂̆̇͌͑͒̿̎̊̈͗͆̃̃͝Ĭ̸̞͇̓͑͊̇̆̕͠ ̴̨̛̜̩̬̖̬͎̥̳͖̯̝̞̗̰̬͑̿̇̀͊̇̏̌̓̆̀̓̈́͊̚͜͠l̵̤̭̞̰͛͘ͅͅò̵̡̧̨̢̼͍͎͎̞̬̩̭̣̺̤̜̉̾̒̌̌̽̀͊͝v̸̮͔͚̹̬̅̈́̑̌̅̒ē̸̢̧̢̻̺͍̜͈͕̼̰͓̲̻͔̪̼̉̇́̑̈́͊͐́͆̓̿̚̚͠ ̷̢̧̨̛̦͙̞̗͈̭͇̼̹̘̙̺̤̲̑̾̉̈́̐̒͜h̷̛̫̠̬̣̺͎̟̩̟̘̅̈̓͑̍̉̾̒̇ͅͅę̷̫͖̣͎̪̖̱̫͍̫̦͈̯̙̞̎̒̈́͛̏̾̽͑ͅr̸̢̨̭͍̫̓̑̋̾̈͋̀͌̉̓͂̉̐͝ ̵̮͍͇̬͚̙͎̖͖͓͖͔̞̹͎́͠a̷̠̓̓̐̑́͂̀n̸̼̯͕̞͔̂̊̍̈́̇̀͒͐̓͝ḍ̷̨̝̩̝̲̅͂͑̉̄̽̌͊̑͠͠ ̶̛͙̭͔͍͒͆̈́̒̈́̽̈́̈́̽͝h̴̛̝̫͕͎͚̭̪̪͐̂̚͝ë̴̡̧̧̨̺͖̭̰̟̯̻̟͛͛̓͛͛̂̀́̈́̋͗̚̚͜͝͠͝ͅŕ̴̡̼̳̰͚̱̫̩͓̃̍͂̽̓̃͐̅̀͌̄̍̌ ̴̨̨̖̟͖̰͉͉̖̪̫̙̝͛͑̈́̉̆̕̕͝͝p̵̹̣̤̻͈̩̅i̴͖͚͌̔̽́̐͘ę̵͚̩̬͉͖̖͔͎̜́̓̓͂̐̈́̃̚͝ͅ,̸̧̰̬̳̭̦͔̥̬̪̮̹̽̋̓̋̽̉̄̈͌̇͗͛͌͘͠͝ ̷̛̹̻̝̠͉͚̗̎́́̾̈́͛̉͊͌̓̚ͅä̷̮̲̤̟̯̼̰̙͖̼́̊͂̆̄̊̈́̒͗͗͒͗̔̏̍͘̕ņ̵̡̧̧̞̦̹͕̱̪̥̤̰́̊̒̉̑͘͘̕͘͝͝ḑ̶̡̯͇̱̼͇̼̆̎̒̃̌͛́͑͑̏̄͘͠͝ ̸̨̩͕̣̻̾̃̕t̶̲̑̄̏̍̆̅̌̀̐̊͂ḙ̴̛̬̙̤͉̃̈́̈̅̐̌̋ḽ̸̡̛̛͖̹̘̙̩͚̫̾̃̉͑͆͜l̶̦̲̋̌ ̴̢̠̖͓̻̟͔̲͎̤̳̊̋̿̅̑̋̊̈́̔̉͒͒̄̋͝Ḑ̶̧̫͇̘̭̤͛̎à̵̖̥̝̫͇̯̘̞̜̳̙͈́͜d̵̡͚̗̪͖̬̫̬̠̙̮̬̬̪͉̟͕̽ ̴̲̰̼̣̱̺͊̔̓͐̎͜t̶̛͈͖̩̳͓̦̰̘̯̪̣̑̀̔̄͂͆̕͝ḩ̷̢̜̺͙̤̩̭̲͇̦̫̀̉̍́́͛́̀̉͋͛͜͜͝͝ạ̸̦̖͇̜͛t̵̨͈̰͙̘̙̮̦̠͚͕̻͕͓̬͚̬̋̀̄͗͊̑̏́̊̑̆̐̏̀̉̏͝͝ͅ ̶̢̛̛͔̱̮̼̹͍̖͈͓̱̫͎͔̺̰̣͍̔̔͗͝I̵̲͆̇̐́̌̽̄̃͊'̵̨̡̢̥̻͉̫̲̝̖̗̳͚͓̦̻̉́̈́̾̋̿̿͒͜͝m̵̨̱̺̙̠̠̞̯͍̝̦̱͖͎̗̪͈̙͐̋̅̀̅̋̚ ̷̝̞̬̣͍̟̫͇̺̞̐͌͋̀̾̚s̴̢̟̹̲͙̻̗̯͕̳͇̟̝͓̖͂̋̈́̐́̈́̎̿͋̍̈̿̽̄̑̊̀͘͜ͅo̴͖͖͉̝̣̳̗̞̰͓̣͋ ̶̱͎̻̦̮͚̠̦̲̭̜͒̌̓͑͋́̎̏̒̑̕̚͝͠s̸̺̼̯͎͎̞͓̞͇͐ͅo̷̩̥͔͑r̷̡̥͔͖̥̝̹̙̞̈́͂̑́͌̿͂̋͊̐́̽͊́̚̕̚r̴̛͖͎̥͎̝̍̀̀́́̊͊̏̀͌̂̂̄̅̚͝ͅy̶͙͒̀̂͠ ̵̛̦̥̬͉̻͕͙̩͆͌̂͛f̴̛̯̼̫̯̙͍̱̫̩͚̬̜̣͎́̍̒̅͒̏̒͗̿̆̀̑̚̚o̸̢̢̻̞̗̖͉͎͎̠̼̟̳̹͕͓͐̌̄̃̆̂͋͊͑̾̑̒͑͒̄́͜ŗ̸̢̧̦̤̮̼̩̩̄̍̌͊̈́̓͑̚͜͝ ̶̪̖͉̠̘̙͈̬͇̠͙͍̙̽͑̏̐̓̍̾̅̅̂͑̌̃̕͝͝ͅp̶̙̥̻̬̗̿̍̌̐̀o̵͉̙̞͗̅͛͛̍͋̾͒̐͐͒͛̋̂͜i̸̛̮̬͂̎̅͌͆̊́̎͐̏̑̚͘͠s̵̡̛͍̠̹̥̼͕͖̖̗̜͍̪̥̪̖̰͛͂̾̈́̅̉̐̈͐͘͠͝ơ̸̬̏̃̓͒́͛̾͂̀̋̎̏͑̚͠ṅ̵̟̮̜͇͚̰̼̈́͗̀͑î̸̗͍̼̯̤͈͒̾͊̈́̉̆̓͠ņ̴͇̟̪̓̍̈́͌̀̍̔̔̽̽́̑́̋̅̽̕͝ǵ̸̢̡̢̯̦̹̝̠̱͍͖͓̠̬̲̿ ̴̛̳̗͈͉̳͉͚̥̭͎̞͐̈́̒̊͊̒̏̃̇͋̂̈́͂̚͝ͅh̸̢̞̭̙̝̲͉͇̼̪̝͕̭̜̦̙͎͂͌͊̊̚į̵̧̢͈͚̩͉̳͈̩̼̦̝͈̟̘͉̀͊ṁ̵̨̛̳̬̰͎͖̻̬̜͇͓͔͍̠̣̀̈́̀̉̋̔̏͒̓͛̐͂̕̚͘͜ ̴̢̨̛͙̪̺̱͍͚̃̍͌̂̃̃̎͑̕w̶̧͍͖̘̥̎̈́̽͐͐́͒̐͛̈̽̏̊̉̀͛ĩ̴̤͓̫͙͛̉̿́̏̆̂̚t̸̠͎̫̱̮̳͈̪͓̝̜̖͒͋̾͘̕͘̚ȟ̸̢̜̭̜̖̖̪̲̺̏̆̆̆͂͗͂̿̃̏̈͗̇̚͠ ̸̡̨̨̱͚͕̣̞̫̫͕̭̝̖̒́͜ͅt̸̡̛̛͓̞̞̱̤̳̝̼̍̉̎̉̓̋̔̒͂̉͗̂̕͠͝h̵̳̠͆͆͆̀̊͐̏̀͝e̵̬͍͓̘̎̿͜ͅ ̶͇͎͖̊f̵̡̡̢̛̛̰͔̼͇͔̫̳͕̤̥͕̩̎͊͗͐͑̓͊́̃̊̇̒͘̕͠l̵̡͙̮̪̪͍͎͚͊̂̅̑͌͛̂͝ọ̵͖͍̺͉̌͛̌̏̈́̍̅̀̍̚͝w̶̨̡̝̪̬͍̤̪͚̙͚̱̣̋̾̃̈́͆͜e̷̬͖̾̏̓͒̀̊̋͆͋̂͒͊̽͆͝͝͠r̸̞͎͚̙͇͇̭̄͆̀̑̊͛̔́̀͝s̵̨̲̞̻͙̪̫͉̭͇̫̮͇̣̼̾ͅ.̸̢̯͕̬̤̹͉͚̬͚̮̫̟̪̺͐́̏͋̈́̿͝ͅ ̶̛̀̓̍̾̏̽͐͌̎͜͝I̷̲̦̺̼̻͐̀̌̉̀̉̆̓̉̏̄̋̐̄̎̊͑̍ ̴̞̃̐̆̋̓̎̈́̀͊̊̏̇͘͘w̵̪͓̳̱̥̗̼̠̮̓̈́́̓̈͒̉̆̒̉͘ö̶̡̯̬͕̳̬͓̜̗͖͖̺̞̼͕́͑̐̇͂̓͐̿̄̌̍̍̈́̑̌͊́̚ü̴̜̘͈͚̣͇̙̹̥̟̣͂̀̀͗̎͘͜͜l̶̡̛͍͓͓͕̾̽̇̈́̀̃̀̑̈́͌̉̕̚d̶̢̪̹͕͍̼͎͊̌̉̾̔̀̄̈'̶͓͖̪̑͒̄͆͆̋̍̈́͑̚͘͜͝v̸̢̡̧̮̝̜̜̫̮̭̬̲͈͖̲͙̈́͋̿̈́̏́͐̂̊̕̚̚e̵̯̺͎̯̩̻͒̔̀̚͠ͅ ̵̙̻͍̘̖̩̞̈́̒̊̀s̴͓͍̗̺̍̀̅͜t̷͇̞̹̮̞͂̋̇̓̃̅̈́̉̚̕͠o̴̢̼̗̤̞̤̳̘̳̫͌̐͐̈́̓͗́͊͌͆̉͘͝p̴̡̛̤̱̪̞̆͒͑̈̀͒̔̔̂̄̈́̚͘͠ͅp̵̨̡̨͉͉̲̦̲͖͎͔̤̯̜͖͕̬͓͗̔̌͛̈̂̈́͝e̸̤̫̪̫̭̲̝͎̰̓̆͊̒̍̀͛̓͑̇̄̒̚͘͜͝ḑ̷̻̙̜̠̯͖͍̦̼͍͛̌͛͊̈́̎̐̋̒͗̕ ̴̺͕̑́͌͗̓ț̸̺̞̤̘̱̯͙̺̏̋̈́̈́̊̓̔͋͆̅̓̐h̷̰̮͈͓̮͐͝ȉ̴̟̲̤̣̳̙̗̹̟̬̠̪̇̋̌̎̓̎̒͆̎̏̈́̕͜͝s̸̞͙̭̜̺͑͗̍̓͊̀̾̅̈́̈͘̚͜͜ͅ ̵͚̤͍̝̮͓͙̻̗̳̬͇͇́̈́͛̃͛͜i̶̧͙͕̦̬͓̦̺̻̺͔̗̗͌̍́͑͒̾͌̒̽̈́̂́͛̿̑̎̐͜ͅf̸̡͉͇̯̗͎̤̻̼̓͗̓͠͝ ̴̼͍̙̪̹̤̟̻͕̬̳̀͜ͅİ̶̢̱̣̲̫̙̩̘̠̫̭͒͒̑̊͝ ̴̧̛̱͓̫̯̰͎͇̺̑͐̆͆̉͒̀̽͆ͅc̴̬͎̖̘͍̣̗̯͚̱͇͚̮͓̐̎̈́͘͝ô̵̡̫̣̩͇̮͚̝̙̱̐͌͑͗͝u̸̧̨̙͕͓̣͔͕͇̪͎̖̘̝͙̤̼͂́̈̑̉͗̚l̵̡̛̼̦̘͉̺̺̗̭̻̜̤͛͛̎̈͌̒̍͂͐͑̀͘̕͝͠ḑ̶͎̻͍̪̱̅̒̋͗̄̿͑̋̐̽͑̐͊̎̍͘͘͝!̵̡̻͔̹̮̬̫̜͑̆͂͛͋”

Chara sobbed as they squeezed their arms and sat on the ground, attacks phasing through them as they watched the fight helplessly. 

“Frisk, buddy, pal, amigo, friend, my compadre... Are you sure you wanna mess around with multi-verse stuff? I don't think the other Skelebros are gonna take your threat lying down.”

“They’re nothing compared to me.” Frisk said, cackling like the maniac they were. 

“How much therapy is Red gonna need after learning someone wrote smut of him and Jerry?”

“No amount of therapy will ever make this moment ok.” Red said, whining as Blue gave a very pouty look at where the sound was coming from. 

“Wait I just realized Maxie forcibly hugged Error just to mess with him, that is messed up. You ask and respect his no, the guy has a touch issue. Don't bully the Error!”

“He’s been getting better, and I rarely do it. And I’m not that mean to him, Nightmare would find a way to kill me if I did.” Maxie said, pointing at Nightmare as he agreed. Not looking up from his spot on the ground. 

“Nightmare, what are you and the rest of the multiverse going to do during the fight with Frisk?”

“We’re on standby in case they need help. But they’ve got this.” Nightmare said, 

“Frisk, why do you hate humans so much? Did your family hurt you? Did you have a family? why betray the nicest souls you may ever meet? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?”

“I don’t need to explain myself to you.” Frisk said, small tears welling up in their eyes as they tried to killer Dust. 

“Let me make one thing clear, Error better not get hurt or I will raise hell.”

“As will everyone.” Nightmare said, smirking. 

error do you watch undernovela in this version of the multiverse?

“Yes I do. It is amazing.” Error said, winking as he smiled. 

“error what do you think of people who ship you and ink”

“I’m sure it’s ok in alternate multiverses, but I will forever see them as weird.” Error said, walking up to face Frisk. 

“to sans frisk and chara what do you think off your respective stronger than yous”

“I like it.” Classic said, “I actually listen to it every now and then.”

"̴̠̣̉͒F̵̩̆̿̿r̶̦̹̭̄i̸̡̫̖̩̞̐͗s̶̤̗͎̼̪̆͘k̶̳̘͌̎ ̸̞̙̪̱̓͝a̵̞͑͑n̸̺̹̭̽̊̆̎̕͜ͅd̷̤̰̒͘ ̵̱̓̀̉I̵̖͕̖̓ ̶͖̤̙͙͆̄n̸͖͕͐̒̋̂̇ë̴̻́̏ë̸͖͍̦͜͜d̸͔̩̠̿̒ ̴̥̪̣͙͑̋t̸͍̰̱̲̅̽̈́̚͜͠o̸̮͒ ̵̹̭͓̠͒s̶̼̀̐͗͆͌w̷̤̬̳̱̗̽̄a̵̖̻͇̳͛͐͘p̵̪͔̒͆ ̸̢̊s̶̮̎̕̕o̸̟̘̹̹͊n̷͉̭̩̲̘̐̿͊g̷͙̗̑s̵̗̭̠̉̐́̇.̴͉̭̠̀̿͐̈́͂ ̵̡̻̘̩͔͂́͋͌T̸̗̋̓̇̈͝h̵͙̠̭̪̾̂̈͒o̶̻̖̳̓̈́̽̂̿ȗ̵͎̤̪̺̈́͘͠g̶̡͎͋͂h̷͖͍̏̾̾̿͝ ̷̙̥̼͇̓́s̵͖̙̈́́̈́̀̕į̶̖͎̰̾̅ṋ̸͖̟̈́͘c̶̠̜͇̖͐͊̈́͘͝ę̷͛̿͝͠ ̵̧̙͍̲̐̾t̸̟͑̄h̷̬̳̬̩͓̉͒̾̐ẽ̵͍̗͉̩̇̀y̵͉̺͎̒̿ ̴͇̩̭͗͊͐̾͜ò̷̫͈͙͉̓̎ͅn̷̦̤̟͓̈̌͘l̸̨̘͈̱̎y̷̥͆̄ ̶̥̭͓̲̔͗̂̊̈́ȩ̶̻̊͌v̷̜͙̠̝͂̿ȩ̸̛̦͓̞͛̄͘ȑ̴̪̗̪͋̃͝ ̸̏͠��̖̭̜m̵̟̥̲̈̃̋̕e̸̛̺͉͎̝̼͐̅̑̕ę̷̡̼̭̰͊͒̃̾t̵̟̰͎̪̬͋̔ ̸̩̒m̶̢̛̟̤͓̠͆̒̚͠e̷̡̢̯̹̐̍̀ ̵̫͍͉͑̇̈́a̸̦͠t̷̛̻̙̝͇͔̓͐̉̚ ̵̜̬͈̰̟̌ṃ̷̗̞͎̾y̸̝̻̳̱͐͒̉̎ ̷̝̇͒͂w̴̙̣͚̞͒͛̊ȏ̴̧̞̞̣̓̕r̶̥͆ͅͅs̴͇̞̐̀̏͑̉͜t̶̳͠,̴͕̰̞͂̓̀͠͠ ̴̢͍̲͒͌̈́I̶͔͇͍̅ͅ ̵̨̥̼͒͆̓͠ç̵̗͇͚̈a̶͓̘͍̥̍̾̀̓͝n̴̬͍̞͈͐́̄̚͠'̴̞̑́̑̊͠t̸̥̙̔̊̈ ̴̢͚̟͆̀́̓͝b̴̢̛͕̦̎̄̀l̴͍̄a̸̛̻͇͇̲͋̆͠m̷̖̳͍̠̈͑e̶͈̩̅ ̵͇͇͖̜̖̓̌t̷͓͍͖̖͛̋̂̍͘ḧ̸̖́̋e̶̲̦̐̆̂̉́ ̶̰̈́̓̀ẅ̵̡͖͖͍̯̃̆̄͠r̴͓̪̥͍̐̎i̶̙̲̗̮̘͊̕͘t̴̗̳̫̏ȅ̸̜̞͑r̸̛̪͕̞͓̣̊͐̒̕s̴͚̿̊̑̋.̵̖̩̼̟̿̅̋ ̴̪̗̀͊̈́Ť̸̼̼h̶̛͖͖̝͌͠ḛ̸̉̒̈́͋̕ỳ̵̝̾̓̾̋ ̵͚̠̂̔ș̴̛͙͇̗̉̌̕̕o̶̦̯͆͑̇̔n̴͔͎̽̅̎g̵̮̗̖͆s̷̟͈̹͔̖̓̚͝ ̷̯̥͚̤̅a̴̡̙̻͓̕̚r̷̡̡͓̩̀e̸͙̙̾̍ ̷̮͗̑̈́̄ŗ̴̂́͘ȩ̴̲̗̝̹̀̾̏͑̄ã̶̻̘͛̈̾ͅl̷̖̲͙̈̄͗͝l̸͙̠̎̇̐y̸̨̻͍̻̾͝ ̶͓̹̓g̵͍̙̃̔ͅợ̶͍̙͐̚o̴͎͍͔̎̐d̸̢̺̄́ ̶̦̱̣̳̎̇͠t̶̲͓͒̀̈͋h̴̢̥̠͈̣̀̈́̽̅o̷̡̧͖̔̋̐u̸̙͐͐̅͒g̷̺̖̘̬̀͑̎̕h̶̹̦̳͔̾͐͌.̴̟̉̉̑͝"̴̢̛̼̞͊̉͋͛ 

Chara said as they smiled at Frisk’s miserable state.

“frisk what do you think of tEMMIE pls stop kill tem”

“Temmie is an annoying abomination.” Frisk said, looking at Error as they grinned.

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El Amor Todo Lo Puede         Chapter 37:  Parental Guidance

Source:  @plutoandpersephone

Chapters 1-35  Chapter 36

As anyone who had ever met him would expect, Rafael Barba was a terrible patient.  He grumbled and complained and snarked through two days in the hospital and an enforced two-week leave from work while the worst of his injuries healed.  The broken ribs were going to take longer, but when the doctor began talking about a longer leave, things had gotten tense fast.  The doctor had fully advised him of the need to rest, but that was all she could do.  Barba was going to do what he was going to do.

“I’m a lawyer,” Rafael sniped.  “Not a professional gymnast.  I can work hurt.”

Laura set a cup of fresh coffee next to where she’d settled him on his couch.  She had been listening to him gripe the entire drive home from the hospital, in between comments and criticisms about her driving and the rental car she’d chosen.  She stepped back and decided she didn’t like the angle at which he was resting, so she took another pillow from his bed and put it behind him.

“Laura, I’m fine. Stop fussing.”

She went into the bag she’d picked up for him at the hospital pharmacy and picked out the bottle of pain pills.  Filling a glass of water from the tap, she brought it into the living room and handed it to him along with one of the pills.

“I don’t need this.  The pain’s not that bad.”

“I didn’t ask.  Take it.”

“Were you always this bossy when you were a nurse?”

“Take the pill.”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“Then why are you being a particular pain in the ass right now?”

“I’m always a particular pain in the ass.  I’ve been trying to tell you that.”

“Take the pill, Harvard, or I swear I will put on a Jane Austen movie and hide the remote.”

“Patients have the legal right to refuse treatment.”

Laura sighed in exasperation and sat down on the coffee table in front of him.  “OK.  We’ll do it the official way.  Give me a number.”

“It’s not bad.  It’s like a six.”

“Your pain is at six out of ten, you have pain medication in your hand which it’s time for you to have according to your doctor’s orders, and you’re giving me shit about taking it. What’s wrong with this picture?”

Rafael rolled his eyes, took the pill, and handed Laura the empty glass.  

“Ugh.  That was tap water.”

“Have me indicted. Now, do you have everything you need?”

“No.”

“What else can I get for you?”

“Sit by me.  Give me a kiss.”  

Laura grinned and shook her head fondly.  Oh, how she loved this cranky, sweet, adorable man.  One minute he was getting on her last nerve complaining, and the next he was giving her a rare, privileged peek at the real, loving man beneath the crusty shell he hid behind.  She shifted from the coffee table to sitting on the edge of the couch next to where he lay.  She leaned down and carefully put an arm on either side of him, placing all her weight on her arms, and trying not to touch his chest.  

“I love you, you handsome, grouchy man.”

She gave him a soft, slow kiss, and was surprised when he put a hand behind her head and pressed her lips more firmly to his.  The kiss became very serious, very quickly.  

“Oh,” Laura panted when they came up for air.  “So that’s what the ‘tude is about.”

“It’s about a lot of things,” he said, looking at her with eyes already dilated with lust.  “But since Liv forced me to make an appointment with her counselor, I’ll let him deal with most of them.  There is one thing, however, that you in particular can help me with.”

She shifted position so that she could begin to stroke him through his sweatpants while they continued their deep kisses.  “We’re going to have to be careful for a little while but, lucky for you, I happen to be a very naughty girl.”

“It’s one of my favorite things about you-  oh, fuck, Laura, do that again.”

 *******

 The evening was surprisingly warm and calm for April.  Rafael smiled as he walked the block from his garage to his apartment building, thinking about the features his new car had that the old one had not.  He felt good.  Happy.  His injuries were fully healed and, to everyone’s relief, he didn’t seem to have any post-trauma issues.   It was very good to be back to normal.  

He let himself into Laura’s apartment, calling for her.  Stepping into the living room, he looked surprised to see a man and woman he’d never seen sitting comfortably around her coffee table.  

“Oh!  Uh… hello,” he stammered.

Laura came around the corner from the kitchen, pleased but a little bewildered to see him.  “Hey.”  Turning to the couple, she said, “Mom, Dad, this is my… neighbor, Rafael Barba.  Rafael, this is my mom and dad, Carol and Ed Parker.”

“Your neighbor who has a key to your apartment,” Ed mumbled under his breath. 

Rafael shook hands with Laura’s parents, then turned back to Laura.

“What’s up?”  She asked warily.  I thought we agreed we weren’t doing this.  I thought I gave you a pass on having to deal with the Ed and Carol Show. What are you up to, Rafael?

“I just stopped by to see if you wanted to order dinner.  Sorry, I forgot your parents were coming.”  He moved toward the door.  “It was a pleasure meeting you both –“ he began.

“Well, I’m hungry. Why don’t we all order dinner?” Carol asked brightly.

“Mom,” Laura said, “Don’t put him in that position.  He’s probably exhausted.”

“Are you kidding?  I wouldn’t miss a chance to get to know your parents.”  The glee in his eyes was unmistakable.  

The penny dropped.  “Coño.[1]  You so didn’t forget my parents were here,” she muttered, quietly enough so only he could hear.  

Rafael stepped around her toward her parents.  “What are you in the mood for?”

“Oh, I think we’d better rely on you for that.  Something fun, though.  Something New York,” Carol enthused.

“I’ll figure something out. Let me go change out of my work clothes, and I’ll order something you’ll love.”

Carol and Ed quickly agreed.

“Great.  Back in a few minutes.”  He headed toward the door.

“No.”  Laura said in a low voice, following him.

“It’s fine,” he said cheerfully, “It’ll be fun.”

“Rafael, no vas a interrogar a mis padres,[2]” Laura snarled through gritted teeth, stepping in front of him.    

He smiled gleefully at her, then turned around.   “Are you two wine drinkers?  A friend gave me a bottle of a really expensive red.  I can’t share it with Laura, so…  how about I bring that with me?”

Both Laura’s parents nodded and made sounds of approval.  Rafael turned again toward the door, nearly stepping into Laura.  

“No vas a emborrachar a mis padres y los interrogará,[3]” she growled.  

“Be right back,” he said, stepping around her to the door.

“Que te folle un pez.[4]”  She hissed.

“So vulgar.  I should never have taught you that.”  He gave her a wicked grin.

As Laura returned to the living room after he left, Carol fell dramatically back into her chair. “Oh, he is yummy,” she cried. “Pleeease tell me you’re sleeping with him!”

Ed humphed.  “For heaven’s sake, Carol.”  

Laura rolled her eyes and uttered a disgusted, “Mom!”  

The Indian food Rafael ordered turned out to be the perfect choice, and the wine lived up to its price tag. Only Laura appeared to be having a less-than-wonderful night.  Rafael was charming and polite, entertaining the Parkers with amusing work stories that had, so far, not been too hard for her to sit through.  But she was still tense.  

Rafael found himself really liking the Parkers.  They were interesting and intelligent, witty and literate.  He almost wished he hadn’t needled Laura, making her think he would try to get her parents to tell embarrassing stories about her.  The evening might have been perfect if Laura could relax.  He wasn’t sure why it was so much fun to give her a hard time.  But it was.

“I have to tell you, I don’t always find your daughter the easiest person to deal with.  Nobody does.”  He gave Laura a sideways grin.  “So why is it that everybody seems to forgive her for everything?”

Both Carol and Ed began to laugh.  Laura sat up straighter.

“That’s funny?”  Rafael asked.

“You have no idea,” Ed laughed ruefully, pouring himself another glass of wine.

“We have three kids,” Carol explained.  “The boys, they were always typical.  And they always got caught.  Our daughter, on the other hand…”

“I can only say I’m glad she’s on the right side of the law.”  Ed said.  “Because I wouldn’t envy your chances of ever prosecuting that girl.”  

“Hey…  sitting right here…”  Laura complained.

Ed continued.  “She’s in eleventh grade, caught in our car – which she didn’t have permission to be driving, by the way – parked with a bunch of her girlfriends out by Miller Park, all stoned out of their minds on marijuana -”

“Not that we ever learned about this from the police,” Carol interjected.

“Oh, no.  Because Laura talks the officers who busted them into driving the car back to our house and dropping them all off.  No charges, no calls to parents, no nothing.”

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

“I’m persuasive,” she smiled sweetly at him.

Carol continued the story. “We only learned about all this years later, when she was in college.  We get a call from one of her friends who wants to know how to contact her at Northwestern.”

“And she just happens to mention,” Ed laughed, “that she’s one of the girls who didn’t get arrested with Laura that night.  She tells us this whole story, thinking we already knew it and we were just having a laugh about old times.”

Even Laura joined in the general laughter.  

“I hope you’ll get a chance to meet Laura’s brothers while they’re here,” Carol said.

“Oh, so the whole family is in town,” Rafael said, surprised.

“We like to visit once a year; we get to see Laura and enjoy the city...  Our sons are at a baseball game with a friend of Laura’s from Chicago.  Hey, he’s a lawyer, too, you might know him.  Peter Stone?”

“I know Peter Stone.”

“Nice guy, that Peter,” Ed commented.

“He is.”  Laura agreed, turning to look directly at Rafael.  “He never tries to embarrass me.”

Laura’s phone buzzed.

“Yeah, Carisi,” she answered.  Her voice and manner changed entirely; suddenly she was all business. “Text me the address.  I’m on my way.”

“Sorry, you guys, I have to go.”  Laura got up from the table and headed to the bedroom. 

“Hanrahan?”  Rafael asked, referring to a particularly violent serial rapist and killer SVU was currently working to catch.

“Yeah,” she called over her shoulder.

“It’s late,” Carol said to Rafael, concerned.  “Does she really have to go to work?”

“I’m afraid that’s kind of the nature of the job,” he answered.

Carol crossed herself.  Ed frowned deeply.

“You know, I understand that you’re concerned for your daughter’s safety.  I am, too. But listen.  Don’t tell her I said this, but she’s more than capable of taking care of herself.”  Rafael leaned toward them and spoke in a conspiratorial tone.  “To tell you the truth, the bad guys are in more danger from her.”  

She came out then, fastening her shield to her vest.  

“Oh, Lord, Laura, that gun is huge.  Can you actually … use that thing?”  Carol asked. 

Rafael stood up.  “You have a backup?”  He asked quietly.

“I got a full clip,” she assured him.

“Laura, it’s Hanrahan.”

She skipped a beat, then nodded once and turned back toward the bedroom. 

Carol and Ed exchanged a significant glance.  Had they just seen their daughter defer to someone else without argument?  In just that small exchange, they had glimpsed a powerful bond of respect and trust between Laura and Rafael.  Clearly, they needed to take this man seriously, because Laura obviously did.

She returned moments later, stopping on her way past the table to show Rafael the drop gun in a holster on her right ankle, and the knife in an ankle sheath on the left, both concealed beneath her jeans.  “And if that doesn’t work, I’ll use harsh language.”

He nodded, unsmiling.

Laura brushed a kiss on her mother’s cheek as she rushed toward the door. “I’m sorry, you guys.  Don’t wait up, I probably won’t be back tonight.”

Carol crossed herself again.

After Laura left, the Parkers and Rafael settled in the living room with coffee.  Rafael was intensely curious how the conversation would go now that Laura wasn’t in the room.  Would they make small talk?  Would he get interrogated about the nature of their relationship and his intentions? Although he and Laura  hadn’t kissed in front of her parents, there had still been a fair amount of touching and flirting. They couldn’t help it.

Carol settled on the couch next to Ed, facing Rafael who sat in an easy chair across the coffee table from them.

“I have questions,” she said guilelessly.

“Carol…” her husband rumbled.

“Well, I do. Are you in love with Laura?”  

“Yes.”  

Rafael had no idea why it was as natural as breathing to acknowledge his love to these strangers, when he hadn’t yet found the courage to acknowledge it to her.  He also wondered whether he just had.  Would the first thing her parents told Laura when she returned be that Rafael had told them he loved her?  He didn’t even know what to hope for there.

“Is she in love with you?”

“She says she is.”

Ed, having been married to Carol for close to 40 years, knew that the next question out of his wife’s mouth was going to be whether this man was having sex with their daughter.  Ed would strongly prefer not to know the answer to that question.  Besides, he would never give up hope for Laura and Peter Stone.  He loved Peter like a son.  He had been devastated by their breakup.  Not that he wasn’t willing to give this Rafael Barba a chance, but Ed was always going to be Team Peter.  In any event, he needed to intervene before this line of questioning went any further.

“Just how dangerous is Laura’s job?”  He asked.

To Ed’s relief, Rafael began to share with them some of the lighter stories about Laura’s run-ins with criminals during her career with SVU.  He didn’t think these nice people needed to know the grittier details of SVU’s work, or that he should be the one to tell them.

 The following morning, just after dawn, Laura quietly let herself into Rafael’s apartment.  She had a vague idea of slipping in and out without waking him, but he was standing in the doorway of his bedroom before she had crossed the living room.  

“You’re bloody.”

“It’s not mine. I was hoping to borrow a shirt?  I don’t want to have to deal with my parents about this.”

“You may have to deal with me about this.  It’s in your hair.  What happened?”

“We got him. But not before he shot a couple more people.  Killed one, the other isn’t looking too good.  Why don’t you go back to bed?  It’s early…”

“I’m up now and, call me crazy, seeing you covered in blood sort of has me awake.”

“Well…  I guess I should take a shower, get the blood out of my hair.”  She looked at him from under her eyelashes, a coy grin on her lips.  “How awake are you?”

Rafael shook his head and smiled.    “With your parents just downstairs?”

“Speaking of which, what was that?  I told you I didn’t expect you to meet them.”

“Yes, you did. But you never asked me if I wanted to. I did, so I… ignored you.”

“Ignored me.”

“Mmm-hmm. They’re delightful.”

“Ignored me.”

“That’s what I said. About that shower?”

“It sucks that you’re so hot.  Because I would very much like to be mad at you right now.”

“That is unfortunate.”

Rafael stepped over to Laura and untucked her bloody shirt from her slacks.  She smiled up at him as he pulled it over her head and tossed it on the floor, taking her into his arms.  

“Did you just throw a piece of clothing on the floor?  Who are you, and what have you done with Rafael?”

“You are a terrible influence.”  He kissed her deeply.  “In so many ways…”

Under the hot spray, Laura clung to Rafael, kissing him and murmuring to him all the mushy, romantic, sometimes sexually explicit things that she felt for him.  Although he felt the same way, there was always a line he just could not cross.  He wanted to. He longed to hurtle across that divide and wax eloquent about his love for her with the kind of abandon she was capable of.  But he just… couldn’t.  It was in his mouth to declare his love for her every minute, but the words simply wouldn’t form.  He tried to show her in every way he could the things he couldn’t make himself risk speaking out loud.  Which is why, in this moment, she was just beginning to gasp in that rhythmic way he’d been aiming for.

[1] All-purpose swear word

[2] You are not going to cross-examine my parents.

[3] You are not going to get my parents drunk and cross-examine them.

[4] I hope you get fucked by a fish.