#🕈︎📬︎👎︎📬︎ ☝︎✌︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎

[randomsloredrops]

☜︎☠︎❄︎☼︎✡︎ ☠︎🕆︎💣︎👌︎☜︎☼︎ 📂︎ 📫︎ ☝︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎☼︎ 😐︎✋︎👎︎

TESTING NEW ENTRY. TOPIC: BEINGS OF THE CORE. ADDING IMAGE NOW.

SMALL, BUT IT WILL DO. GONER KID, ANOTHER ONE OF THE FOLLOWERS, AND FORMERLY KNOWN AS ████████. I'M SURE THEIR PARENTS MISS THEM, IF THEY EVEN REMEMBER THEM. IT APPEARS THAT, ALTHOUGH STILL HAVING THE SAME APPEARANCE, ████████ HAS LOST ALL IDENTITY OF THEMSELVES. OR SHOULD I SAY, ITSELF? STRANGE HOW THE FOLLOWERS OF ██████ ALL FALL VICTIM TO THE SAME THING. TRULY, TRULY, INTERESTING. THE PAST OF ████████ NO LONGER DEFINES THEM, THEY ARE NOTHING BUT THEIR CURRENT FORM. SHATTERED ACROSS SPACE AND TIME, JUST LIKE DOCTOR █.█. ██████, AND DESPITE THERE BEING ANOTHER ITERATION, IT MIGHT AS WELL BE A NEW PERSON ALTOGETHER. NOW TELL ME. HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT A WORLD WHERE EVERYTHING IS THE SAME... EXCEPT YOU DON'T EXIST? TRULY, TRULY EXCITING, IS IT NOT? THE WORLD MAY FUNCTION WITHOUT YOU, BUT IMAGINE WHAT COULD'VE CHANGED WHEN IT DID? THUS CONCLUDES THIS ENTRY. NOW BE CAREFUL. IT'S RUDE TO TALK ABOUT SOMEONE WHO'S LISTENING.

[existencebringsonlypain]

❄︎☜︎💣︎🏱︎❄︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☹︎☜︎✌︎☼︎☠︎ 🕈︎✋︎☠︎☝︎👎︎✋︎☠︎☝︎💧︎ ☺︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☞︎🕆︎👍︎😐︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ 🏱︎☜︎⚐︎🏱︎☹︎☜︎ ❄︎👌︎☟︎

[recalled-memories]

>RECRUITMENT

1/2 FOUND. PLAYING RECORDING... [ ERROR MESSAGE: RECORDING IS CORRUPTED. PLEASE DELETE RECORDING. ] ............ PLAYING RECORDING...

Iris: Hey! What are you doing back here again? Gemini: AH! You scared me! Iris: How do you not see me coming… I'm a walking lantern! Gemini: Sorry, I was just… busy with something. Iris: Sooooo... whatcha working on?  Gemini: …… It’s just- I was thinking about it again. Iris: …… You mean? Gemini: [ sigh ] The Golden Child… The Runaway Child… Iris: shhhh! Don’t say it too loud! Gemini: I know! I was whispering it! Iris: If the Head Librarian finds out that you’re looking into that, we’ll never hear the end of it…! Iris: Too dangerous, they say. Too controversial, they say... Gemini: I know! I know! It’s just… I feel like I need to know more about- Iris: Yourself? Gemini: No- don’t-! Say that out loud! Iris: s-sorry… Gemini: It’s just… I find it all so strange the more I think about it. Gemini: There’s so many iterations of this story that now I don’t know which is real or not! It frustrates me…! Gemini: There’s no mention of any origin, no home, no nothing! Why call them the Runaway if their home is never mentioned!? Gemini: Why... does everyone say they were running away? Iris: Why do you wanna know so badly…? Gemini: I- Gemini: I just… [ RECORDING CORRUPTED… SOME PARTS MAY BE MISSING. ]

[fi-ftee]

hey fellas. i went to see despicable me 4 today and now i am deciding to make it everyone elses problem.

the felonious gruaster

✋︎ ✌︎💣︎ ☝︎⚐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎⚐︎ 💧︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎📪︎ ✋︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ ☝︎⚐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👌︎☜︎ ✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ 👌︎✋︎☝︎📬︎ ✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ ✋︎💣︎🏱︎⚐︎☼︎❄︎✌︎☠︎❄︎📬︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☠︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☟︎☜︎✌︎☼︎ ✌︎👌︎⚐︎🕆︎❄︎ ✋︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ☝︎⚐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👌︎☜︎ ✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ 🏱︎☼︎⚐︎🕆︎👎︎📬︎

(the guy (not the photo) made by @zarla-s )

[akanemnon]

FINALLY

THE CONNEXION

IS ESTABLISHED

HERE IS MY QUESTION

HOW ARE THE MAN, HIM, AND THE OTHER HIM

DOING

IF THIS WASN'T PRECISE

I AM ASKING

IF THEY ARE ALIVE AND GOOD

IF YOU COULD MAKE IT KNOWN TO THE FOUR HEROES THAT ALL MY HOPES ARE ON THEM

IT WOULD ALSO EASE MY SOUL

WITH MY BEST GOODBYES

☝︎︎︎⚐︎︎︎ ☝︎︎︎☜︎︎︎❄︎︎︎ ✡︎︎︎⚐︎︎︎🕆︎︎︎☼︎︎︎ ⚐︎︎︎🕈︎︎︎☠︎︎︎ 👍︎⚐︎🏱︎✡︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💧︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎👍︎☜︎📪︎︎︎ 💣︎︎✌︎︎☠︎︎📬︎︎︎ ❄︎︎︎☟︎︎︎☜︎︎︎💧︎︎︎☜︎︎︎ ✋︎︎︎👎︎︎︎✋︎︎︎⚐︎︎︎❄︎︎︎💧︎︎︎ ✌︎︎︎☼︎︎︎☜︎︎︎ 💣︎︎︎✋︎︎︎☠︎︎︎☜︎︎︎📬︎︎︎

[neorouxls]

☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎ ☟︎✌︎💧︎ 👎︎✋︎💧︎✌︎🏱︎🏱︎☜︎✌︎☼︎☜︎👎︎📬︎

[drema-ha]

Дрёма, а расскажи, а тут есть Фатал Эррор? Я вполне себе представляю, что Эррор из этой мультивселенной вполне может такое сделать и не знать о последствиях. Но зная фатала, последствия могут наступить, и очень печальные. Очень любопытно ;)

Как вы могли его не увидить??? Фаталек! Я давно сделала и он висит. Самый лучший и милый.

И нет он не агресивен к Эррору. Там сложная ситуация, он как бы агресивен, но он на всех кричит и рычит. Это нормально. Наоборот они там видились, Фаталл абсолютно его не хочет убить по тем причинам. Ну максимум просто сам Фат злой и агресивный.

Вот был такой постик. Так что в��обще я в шоке была от вопросика, есть ли он

Ну и конечно последст* ☟︎☜︎ 👌︎☼︎⚐︎😐︎☜︎ 💣︎☜︎📬︎ ✋︎ 👌︎☼︎⚐︎😐︎☜︎ ✋︎❄︎ ⚐︎+☜︎☼︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ⚐︎+☜︎☼︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ⚐︎+☜︎☼︎ ✌︎☝︎✌︎✋︎☠︎📬︎ ✋︎🕯︎💣︎ 👌︎☼︎⚐︎😐︎☜︎☠︎ ☹︎✋︎😐︎☜︎ ☟︎✋︎💣︎📬︎ 👌︎+❄︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☜︎+☜︎☼︎ 👌︎☼︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ 💣︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎☝︎☜︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎📬︎ 😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎☹︎☜︎👎︎☝︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ 👎︎☜︎💧︎❄︎☼︎⚐︎✡︎ ☟︎✋︎💣︎📬︎ ✋︎🕯︎💣︎ ☝︎⚐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 😐︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☟︎✋︎💣︎📬︎

[forcedvoid]

I'm bored so imma post some Collapsing star Dogday lore

Phase 1: Dogday still wants to have some hope Catnap could change but after what he had seen he has to bury all his hope in knowing catnap even all those years being side by side...Throws it all away for a false god. If he had really been Dogday friend they wouldn't be here in the first place

Phase 1.5: Catnap manages to catch Dogday off guard resulting in a deep slash on Dogday stomach and part of his ear torn off, Dogday seeing everything about how dangerous catnap is at face value refuses to go down

His friends...His real friends depend on him

Phase 2: Enraged and betrayed dogday doesn't hold back, wielding a weapon he found, using his full strength and matches catnap violence, He shows Catnap how far he is willing to go to protect his friends.

Dogday gives Catnap a taste of his medicine when Catnap tries using his tail by cutting it off.

Phase 2.5: Dogday, weapon in hand, was about to finish catnap off but something in him didn't want to...This used to be someone he had fully trusted...Deep down even knowing all the horrible things Catnap will do...Dogday just wants his friend back...He couldn't do it....With tears in his eyes, Dogday lowered his weapon-

Ȩ̸̡̛̼̱̺͋͗̂̆͒́̆̋̀͂̂̕̚͘R̸̛̗̗̟̖̬̟̪̰̟̲̃̈͆̏͑͊͐̾͒͝Ṙ̷̡̢̛͕̩͈̻̘̱͚̱̼͔̮̀̿͛͂̾̑͗̈́̒̿̓ͅO̶͍̣̾̊̓̀̐̈́͘̕͝͝͝R̸̨̢̟̟̗̳̜̰̺̖̪͈̝̳̫͒͐͌̈̈́͠ ̴��̨͖̝̯̲

✋︎💣︎ 💧︎⚐︎☼︎☼︎✡︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎☝︎☜︎☼︎ 💣︎☜︎

👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ ☹︎☜︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎ 💣︎⚐︎☼︎✌︎☹︎💧︎ ☝︎☜︎❄︎ ✋︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎✌︎✡︎

☠︎⚐︎❄︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☠︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ 👍︎☹︎⚐︎💧︎☜︎

☟︎☜︎ 😐︎✋︎☹︎☹︎💧︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎

☟︎☜︎ ☟︎✌︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎✋︎☜︎ 💧︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ ☹︎✋︎✞︎☜︎

👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ✋︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☠︎❄︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎👍︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎📬︎📬︎📬︎☹︎☜︎❄︎ 💣︎☜︎ ❄︎✌︎😐︎☜︎ ⚐︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎

✋︎❄︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ 👌︎☜︎ ⚐︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ✈︎🕆︎✋︎👍︎😐︎☹︎✡︎

Dogday: "I know....I know.....I just....sniff ...You're right...I have to accept it...The catnap I knew is dead....He's been dead for a long time...Hasn't he? .... Why did my best friend have to meet such horrible fate...Why did such a innocent soul be condemned to this? This isn't just for me, not just for the others but for the catnap I knew, the one that cared, the one that was always kind to everyone

...Go ahead.....See this through to the end...Me"

Phase 3 is then started

Thoughts?

[undertale-flower-war]

☟︎︎☜ ☹︎☹︎⚐︎✍︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎ ✋︎❄︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☼︎😐︎✍︎ 📬︎📬︎📬︎ ⚐︎☟︎📪︎ ☺︎⚐︎✡︎✏︎ ✋︎❄︎🕯︎💧︎ 💧︎⚐︎ ☜︎💣︎🏱︎❄︎✡︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎🕯︎💧︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎📪︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ✡︎☜︎❄︎📬︎ ✋︎ ✌︎👎︎💣︎✋︎❄︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ ✋︎💧︎ ☺︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ ✌︎ ❄︎☜︎💧︎❄︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎☠︎😐︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ 👌︎☜︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎✡︎🕈︎✌︎✡︎✏︎ ✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎🕯︎❄︎ 🕈︎✌︎✋︎❄︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎🕯︎💧︎ ✋︎☠︎ 💧︎❄︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ ☟︎☜︎☟︎ ☟︎☜︎☟︎ ☟︎☜︎☟︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ 💧︎❄︎✌︎✡︎ ❄︎🕆︎☠︎☜︎👎︎📬︎

[greaterarts]

'Good, you woke up. Focus on the light. Oh, don't mind the skull- a gift from a friend. Of no concern of yours.'

✋︎ ✌︎💣︎ 😐︎☟︎✌︎👎︎✋︎☺︎✌︎ 😐︎✌︎☼︎☝︎✌︎📪︎ 👎︎✌︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 👎︎✌︎☼︎😐︎☠︎☜︎💧︎💧︎📪︎ 💧︎☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎☟︎⚐︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ 👌︎☜︎👍︎⚐︎💣︎☜︎ ☹︎⚐︎☼︎👎︎📬︎.

[charaunofficial]

Hey gaster what did you get your phd in? Seeing how you're doctor gaster.

* ...

...

✋︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎📬︎ 💧︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✌︎☹︎📪︎ ✌︎👍︎❄︎🕆︎✌︎☹︎☹︎✡︎📬︎

(I HAVE. SEVERAL, ACTUALLY.)

🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ☝︎⚐︎⚐︎👎︎ 👎︎⚐︎👍︎❄︎⚐︎☼︎ 🕈︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎✍︎

(WHAT GOOD DOCTOR WOULD NOT?)

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

17: You Sick Bastard

A/N: My apologcheese. What was supposed to be a cute sick–comfort chapter, turned into me coming up with monster biology and magic and making Sans yapp about it like a fucking nerd 🗿 Also I made a doodle of my oc and Elliot (I cannot stress enough that my oc is NOT the canon appearance it's just a drawing) but the dress is canon from earlier chapters so wahoo You can see it at the END of the chapter!

A/N: Wing Dings translations will be included at the end of the chapter!

♪⁠────✿⁠(⁠✧◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕✧⁠)✿⁠────♪

“…ey…”

“hey…”

“Pst…! Hey…!”

You scrunch up your face and reluctantly open your eyes.

Your head is lying on someone’s lap, on your friend Elliot’s lap. His soft, brown hair looks soft to the touch like it always does, and his dark, almost black, brown eyes stare down at you with a smile. His dark tan skin looks almost flawless, which makes you mad low-key because how the hell does he look so good as a mentally ill University student?

Elliot raises a thick brow, “You okay? You kind of just fell over suddenly and passed out. Probably would’ve had a sore neck if I didn’t move you.”

You furrow your brows in confusion, “I… passed out? That doesn’t sound like me.”

“Yeah, well, you did.”

You sit up with a soft grunt, rubbing the back of your head. Ugh, what a migraine…! Your head is pounding with an ache that you can only describe as physically coming from your brain. That’s so uncomfortable.

“Hey, Elliot.”

“Yeah, [Y/n]?”

You lower your hand.

“What do you thi-”

You stare at your palm, frozen to the core, unable to move.

There’s…

There’s a hole in the center of your palm.

“[Y/n]?”

There’s a hole in the center of your palm.

“✋︎☠︎❄︎☜︎☼︎☜︎💧︎❄︎✋︎☠︎☝︎”

“✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎☜︎☼︎☜︎💧︎❄︎✋︎☠︎☝︎”

You can hear the confusion in Elliot’s voice. “Uh… what the hell did you just say?

What?

You didn’t say that?

“💧︎⚐︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ⚐︎☠︎☜︎ 🕈︎☟︎⚐︎ ☞︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ 👎︎⚐︎🕈︎☠︎”

“✋︎ ✌︎🏱︎⚐︎☹︎⚐︎☝︎✋︎☪︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ 💧︎⚐︎⚐︎☠︎ 💣︎☜︎☜︎❄︎ 💣︎☜︎ 🕆︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎💧︎☜︎ 🕆︎☠︎☞︎⚐︎☼︎❄︎🕆︎☠︎✌︎❄︎☜︎ 👍︎✋︎☼︎👍︎🕆︎💣︎💧︎❄︎✌︎☠︎👍︎☜︎💧︎”

Elliot leans away from you, “[Y/n], you’re uh, you’re kind of scaring me…”

You look at Elliot with wide, blank eyes.

“✌︎☹︎☹︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎💧︎ 👍︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎✋︎👎︎☜︎☼︎☜︎👎︎📪︎ ☟︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎📪︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎☞︎☜︎👍︎❄︎ ✌︎👍︎👍︎✋︎👎︎☜︎☠︎❄︎”

“☯︎✡︎📭︎☠︎☸︎📪︎ ✋︎ 💣︎🕆︎💧︎❄︎ 👌︎☜︎☝︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎📬︎ 💧︎❄︎✌︎✡︎ 👎︎☜︎❄︎☜︎☼︎💣︎✋︎☠︎☜︎👎︎”

…What?

You didn’t say that?

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You wake up in a cold sweat.

Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, and tears have fallen down the sides of your face.

What was that?

…

What was that?!

You sit up on the couch, rubbing your eyes. Your throat feels so fucking itchy, shit. You wouldn’t be surprised if you actually did come down with a cold.

You vaguely remember it, but as you allow yourself to calm down, more and more comes back to you. You dreamt that you were with Elliot somewhere, and had apparently fainted? But then…

You quickly look down at your hands, sighing in relief that there are no holes in the palm of your hands. You’re not a fucking idiot, whatever the hell was talking about in your dream had to be that fucker who speaks in Wing Dings: W.D. Gaster.

You wish you knew what he was saying, but it just sounded like gibberish to you. You can only assume it was W.D. Gaster because that gibberish noise sounded familiar to you when you would look up lore videos about the guy.

You run your hand through your hair, sighing heavily through your nose and furrowing your brows.

What does he want with you? There’s no way it’s a coincidence that you dreamed about him when your dreams, for the whole time you’ve been here, have been pretty normal. And by normal, you mean hella confusing and unhinged. BUT IN A WAY THAT’S NORMAL FOR DREAMS!!

You look up to the second floor in the direction of Sans’ room. You wish you could talk to him about it, but…

You’re still scared of Sans, in all honesty.

He’s been really nice to you so far, but there’s this underlying tension between you two as if you’re waiting for the other to fuck up at any moment. And anyway, how would you bring it up? What reason do you have to bring it up with Sans of all people? Why would you even assume he would know anything about W.D. Gaster? More specifically, how would you explain all that to Sans if he were to ask? But you’re smarter than that, you’re smarter than to believe NOT telling him anything is the better plan. You’ll have to tell him eventually, but you need to think about how first.

You move the covers off your body, sitting up so your feet touch the carpeted floor. After leaving Grillby’s last night (you paid for the food despite Sans’ instance that it could be added to his tab), you took your damn shower at long last. By the time you got out though, nearly all the lights were off save for the one in the kitchen. Sans was presumably in his own room now. There were a few pillows and a thick, fluffy blanket neatly on the couch waiting for you.

It was really nice of him.

What isn’t nice is the sore throat you have alongside all the sore muscles you’re rocking. You know sleeping on the most comfy couch ever didn’t give you these sore muscles. It’s pretty warm in the house right now, so you don’t feel the need to put on sweatpants over your pajama shorts. You normally sleep with only a t-shirt and underwear, but maybe it’s because you’re living with dudes now that you’re adding shorts too.

This is so inconvenient to your life.

Your phone is on the small table with the Quantum Physics joke book, so you’re forced to get out of bed (the couch counts as a bed now, right?) to check the time on it. You cringe when you turn on the screen: seven in the goddamn morning. Toriel really did manage to train your psyche to wake up early. You look through your suitcase to get your black slippers, putting them on before walking to the kitchen.

Looking in the refrigerator disappoints you just as much as it did yesterday. You can’t even make them breakfast since their punk asses don’t have groceries. You guess you can clean for now then until Papyrus wakes up.

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Never mind, you’re in fucking shambles.

Not only is your sore throat getting worse, but it’s getting hotter too. To top it all fucking off, they don’t fuckING HAVE CLEANING SUPPLIES!! YOU CAN’T LIVE LIKE THIS!!!

You’re pacing angrily in the living room, thinking how fast can you be to run to the store on your own to buy a few things. Your gold is VERY limited until you can get a job, only 100 to spend with 30 of it spent last night on your food. You think food is going to be your priority, then cleaning supplies.

With a nod, you go back to your suitcase and start stifling through it again. There’s a decent-sized space between the couch and the small table against the wall, so that’s where you’re leaving your crap at. You wish you could buy a basket for any dirty clothes you have, but you’ll just have to fold and pile them next to your case.

You pull your notebook out with a smile, happy that the pen is still sticking to the side of it. You go back to the kitchen and look around their cupboards and pantries. They have cups, plates, bowls, and silverware, so you don’t have to worry about that at least. You’re going to assume that they’ve been drinking tap water since Toriel had told you before that it’s safe and also contains magic. For food though…

Your budget is only 70 gold, so you need to make it count. You need milk and cereal for sure. Hm, things to make sandwiches in case you don’t have a lot to make a whole meal…

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You have a small list of groceries and more symptoms by the time Papyrus wakes up from his beauty sleep. It’s nearly nine am, and he’s still wearing his battle body but has a cute, orange nightcap on his skull. When he comes downstairs and sees you awake on the neat couch, he lights up.

“[Y/N], I SEE THAT YOU ARE AWAKE ALREADY!”

You clear your throat and smile, “Good morning, Papyrus.”

He winces and looks at you like you have diseases, “OH. WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOUR VOICE?”

“Ha-ha, I’m pretty sure I got sick yesterday since I’ve never been exposed to the snow before,” You wave a dismissive hand, “It’s not a big deal, I think it’s just the fl-”

“-YOU… YOU’RE SICK?!”

You blink, “Yeah, but I-”

“-OH, DEAR. OH, GOSH. JU-JUST STAY RIGHT THERE!”

“Papyrus, what-”

The tall, lanky boy runs back upstairs with an energy this early in the morning that amazes you. He runs to Sans’ door, and you expect that it won’t open since it’s always locked in the game. To your surprise though, it opens up for the younger brother.

“SANS,” Papyrus rushes to his bed and violently shakes him by the shoulders, “YOU NEED TO WAKE UP NOW!”

Sans, for once, wakes up quickly. He looks around frantically in the room until his eyes land on Papyrus (even though he is right in his face). His younger brother has never been this scared before, and Sans can’t help but blame you immediately for it.

“w-what?! papyrus, what is-”

“THE HU–[Y/N] IS SICK!!”

That gets Sans out of bed, “she’s what?!”

“HURRY, GET UP!!”

“i’m up, i’m up!”

Sans is in the same shit he’s always wearing minus the slippers, hoodie, and mittens. Actually, his shirt is different too as he's no longer wearing a turtleneck and just a regular white t-shirt. He can’t find it in him to care though because you’re sick. He frantically gets out of bed, going after Papyrus who is running out of his room already.

How the hell can you be sick?! Is the monster food you’ve been eating nonstop since arriving? Does it have a toxic side effect on humans if they consume it too much for too long? Or is it your specific biology and immune system that’s fighting back against it? Oh God, Toriel is going to kill him and follow through with her threat!

Sans stops at the top of the staircase, his ribs rising and falling with anxiety. You look between him and Papyrus, confusion and panic on your face.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on? You guys are seriously starting to scare the shit out of me!” You look at Sans even though Papyrus is right up in your business, “I’m-I’m just sick, that’s it!”

Oh, God. You don’t know! How the hell is Sans supposed to ruin your world and life just like that?!

He need not fear, however, since Papyrus takes it upon himself to be the harbinger of bad news.

“[Y/N], I FEAR THAT YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE SEVERITY OF YOUR CONDITION.” Papyrus kneels in front of you, tears in his fucking eyes?!?! “BUT I DO NOT WANT YOU TO WORRY. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO BE AFRAID. BECAUSE SANS AND I WILL BE HERE WITH YOU THE WHOLE TIME.”

…

You look at Papyrus with bewilderment, “Papyrus.”

“Y-YES?”

“…Respectfully… What the fuck are you talking about?” You raise your eyebrow, unable to help the exasperated expression, “It’s the Flu, that’s it. Humans get it all the time, and 70% of the time, it’s not severe and I’ll be just fine in, like, two weeks at MOST. Worst comes to worst, I get pneumonia, but I don’t think it’s gonna be that bad.”

“…WHAT.”

“Wait, is getting sick really that different for monsters?”

Judging from their expressions and how scared they were for you-

“Oh, my God. Babes, I am so sorry,” You reach your arms out to the tall boy and he hugs you immediately, “Aw, Papyrus, I’m so sorry! No, no, no! Human sickness is so different from monsters, I’m going to be just fine!”

“YOU-YOU’RE NOT GOING TO FALL DOWN?” He asks in a wobbly voice, breaking your heart.

Is that how they refer to it? It sounds vaguely familiar.

“No, lovely. I’m not going to fall down. I’m gonna have a runny nose, a cough, some sore muscles, and a fever for the next week or so, but that’s all.” You then look up and lock eyes with Sans, noting how he also calmed down. “I’m sorry to scare you guys, I swear I’m going to be okay. Who knows, maybe monster food can actually help me get better!”

Sans sighs heavily but silently, leaning against the wall for mental support. Ah shit, you feel so bad now. You should’ve just lied and kept your flu to yourself-

“Wait!” You abruptly pull away from Papyrus with wide eyes, “Get away, I-I don’t know if this is contagious to monsters, but it’s contagious to humans!”

And just like that, Papyrus fucking jumps away from you. He makes a strange ninja pose with his hands, looking at you like you definitely have diseases. He looks so much better now that the misunderstanding is cleared.

“I AM HAPPY THAT YOU WILL BE OKAY, BUT… I AM GOING TO SHOWER NOW! I DO NOT WANT TO RISK CATCHING YOUR HUMAN SICKNESS!”

“Good idea, Papyrus.”

With a relieved smile, the monster hurries up the stairs. He beams at his poor brother who basically woke up for no reason.

“YOU HEAR THAT, BROTHER? [Y/N] IS GOING TO BE JUST FINE!”

Sans gives him a thumbs up but smushes himself against the wall when the other passes him. He doesn’t wanna get any human sicknesses either. Papyrus goes into his room to presumably, get a new change of clothes. It’d be smart for him to change and wash his battle body now too just in case. In the meantime, Sans walks downstairs keeping his hands balled up to hide his hands as much as he can.

You sniff a little grossly and smile weakly, “I’m really sorry for the nine am scare. I-I didn’t think Papyrus would react like that.”

“it’s nine in the morning? gross. but it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

“Tell me about it.” You look away and gnaw at your bottom lip, “Hey, Sans. What does “fall do-”

“let’s–wait until paps is in the shower.”

“Oh, o-okay.”

Your notebook is still on the couch with you; you open it up and flip to a new page. You title it:

Humans vs Monsters:

WITNESS THE SICKNESS

You’re so funny, wow.

Sans walks to the kitchen as you begin writing down in your book.

So, monsters don’t get sick the same as humans. In fact, being sick is extremely fatal and severe for them. Even Papyrus was genuinely scared for you about it. It’s safe to assume that being sick means it’s almost, if not 100%, guaranteed that you’ll die. Or in Papyrus’ terms: “fall down.”

Is “fall down” just a nicer way of saying it? Similar to how humans will use “passed away?”

Toriel told you that monsters don’t necessarily get sick, though. Could it be because the way you described sickness to her doesn’t match the kind of monsters?

“what’re you writing there?”

You look up at Sans’ close voice. He’s holding two glasses of cups: one he’s drinking now, and the other stretched out to you. You take it with a smile and a thanks, letting the book lie open on your lap.

You tell him truthfully, “Just some notes I’ve been keeping about monsters. I figured that I should write it down if I plan to live in the Underground for a while. It’s also just interesting to learn about the differences in the biology of monsters versus humans. For example, did you know that humans born as females have a menstrual cycle for about forty to fifty years of their lives?”

“However,” You hold up your finger, making Sans wait so you can drink some water. Ah, much better, “Since monsters don’t bleed and, obviously, don’t have the same internal anatomy, they don’t ever have to experience it?”

…A menstrual cycle? Why does that sound familiar?

This is a fun topic, though. You said once that you couldn’t be a doctor anymore now that you’re here, but he thought you were just talking out of your ass. You’re book-smart then? That’s… cool if he’s honest.

“and what makes you think monsters don’t have the same internal anatomy as humans?” He asks, curious.

You look back confused, “I mean… do they not? You don’t have any organs, do you?”

“no, but you remember the others from grillby’s? well, grillbz doesn’t have any organs. but doggo, red bird, drunk bun; those guys have something like a skeleton and organs. they have a heart beating in their chest. they’re prime examples of monsters with a complex biology.”

You widen your eyes, “You’re kidding, no way! Blood doesn’t circulate them though, right? So what’s pumping through their veins?”

Look, this is actually surprisingly fun to talk about with you, but Sans is a little uncomfortable that he’s telling all this to a human. Yeah, it’s genuine curiosity and wonder in your eyes, but you’re a human. A knowledgeable one at that. There’s no telling what you could do with this information. For his own reassurance, he has to know what exactly is in your book.

“what do ya think? pure love and magic.”

“Wait, so what about you, Papyrus and Grillby, then? You guys don’t have organs or a beating heart, but you’re alive.” You put your now empty glass on the floor by the couch. You’ll put it away later.

Shit, but it is nice to have someone to talk to about this stuff. Health and biology aren’t exactly Sans’ strong suit or his area of expertise, but that doesn’t mean he’s ignorant. Hah, if you were knowledgeable about monsters, maybe you could be a doctor for them.

“can’t really speak for grillby, but i’m a bone-afide skeleton who runs solely on magic. unlike someone like doggo, i don’t got lungs to breathe, but i can still do this.” Sans, to prove his point, takes a deep breath through his nose, and out. “it’s not that i’m breathing in ‘n out, but i’m taking in air through magic, and releasing excess magic that i don’t need.”

You’re nodding your head as he talks, looking at him as if he were the most interesting thing in the world. It makes him a little flustered, but he plays it off by telling you more. Not because he likes having your eyes on him so intensely, it’s just… uh, fun telling you all this stuff.

Both you and Sans were so engrossed with each other, that you didn’t notice or hear Payrus finally making it to the shower.

“let’s say i lose my head one day and decide to go for a run. think of the way your heart starts pumping more and more, and you get more and more heated. i don’t gotta breathe for oxygen, but it’s a way of uh… of ventilating excess heat my magic is building up. the more my magic works itself up, the hotter my breath gets, too.”

“Dude, that’s fucking cool as shit,” You grin widely, “Now let’s talk about how you intake food and liquid-”

“-ah, ah, ah. aren’t you forgettin’ somethin’?”

You sulk your shoulders, “Oh, right. “Falling down.”

…No, he was actually referring to the menstrual cycle you mentioned earlier. But yeah, he supposes that, too. He’ll learn what the hell Napstablook was yapping about that one day… eventually…

“well, as you can prolly guess by now, monsters aren’t all that experienced with illnesses since it rarely happens. but when a monster is sick, or they’re ‘bout to die of old age, they lie down, immobile. no matter what, they can’t get back up. so we eventually started calling this state, “fallen down” or “fell down” or whatever. a monster who has fallen down will soon die and turn to dust.”

“Oh, God.” You scrunch up your nose, “But, other humans have fallen into the Underground before, right? Did they… Were they really killed so fast that…”

Were their lives taken so early, at such a young age, that not a single human had been able to live long enough for monsters to learn about basic human sickness?

Remembering it again now, that minus Chara, six human children have been killed. One of their gloves is in your possession because you’ve been planning to find the other glove and keep hold of it as a small remembrance. But…

You clutch your stomach subconsciously.

You have a dead child’s glove in your possession.

Sans is able to read your expression and guess where your sentence is going. He grimaces and looks away.

“Sorry, I-I don’t really want to talk about this anymore,” You croak softly, “I made a list of things I wanted to get, but I shouldn’t go out in this condition. If it’s okay with you and Papyrus, can you buy it for me? I’ll provide the gold for it, too.”

“uh, yeah. yeah, i can do that.”

“Thanks,” You put the back of your hand against your cheek, “Gross human fact number sixty-nine: one of the best ways to get rid of a fever is to sweat it out. So, I’m gonna wrap myself up, and sweat this shit-fever out.”

“what about the other sixty-eight facts?”

“…Did… the sixty-nine go over your head?”

“you keep telling me these jokes that only make sense to other humans.”

“Ugh, you’re bumming me out. Leave me to perish.”

“too soon,” Sans scrunches his nose, miraculously. It seems his bone is more malleable than you first thought.

You just wave him off, reciting the meme word for word, “You just can’t handle the uber instincts of my uber autism.”

“what?”

“Observe.”

You lay back down and pull your folded cover over your body again, wrestling with the blanket before wrapping it around yourself. You turn your back on the skeleton monster man.

“Snorrrk mimimimi. Snoooorkkkk mimimimimi.”

“????”

Maybe it’s a human sickness thing.

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Translations from the Wing Dings (in order):

INTERESTING.

VERY INTERESTING.

SO YOU WERE THE ONE WHO FELL DOWN.

I APOLOGIZE THAT YOU WILL SOON MEET ME UNDER THESE UNFORTUNATE CIRCUMSTANCES.

ALL THINGS CONSIDERED, HOWEVER, YOU ARE THE PERFECT ACCIDENT.

[Y/N], I MUST BEG OF YOU. STAY DETERMINED.

And here is the doodle I mentioned in the Author's Note :)

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TW: Disturbing imagery, creepy faces

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✌︎☠︎ ☜︎✌︎☼︎☹︎✡︎ ✞︎☜︎☼︎💧︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ☞︎✌︎😐︎☜︎ 🏱︎☜︎🏱︎🏱︎✋︎☠︎⚐︎ ☟︎✌︎💧︎ 👌︎☜︎☜︎☠︎ ☞︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎📪︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ☟︎✋︎💣︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ✌︎ 💣︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ 🕆︎☠︎👍︎✌︎☠︎☠︎✋︎☜︎☼︎ ☞︎✌︎👍︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 👎︎✋︎☞︎☞︎☜︎☼︎☜︎☠︎❄︎ ☟︎✌︎✋︎☼︎ ✌︎💧︎ ⚐︎🏱︎🏱︎⚐︎💧︎☜︎👎︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💧︎✌︎💣︎☜︎ ☟︎✌︎✋︎☼︎💧︎❄︎✡︎☹︎☜︎ ✌︎💧︎ 🏱︎☜︎🏱︎🏱︎✋︎☠︎⚐︎📬︎ ✋︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ ⚐︎👌︎✞︎✋︎⚐︎🕆︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ 👎︎☜︎💧︎✋︎☝︎☠︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ 🕆︎💧︎☜︎👎︎ ✋︎☠︎ ⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 🏱︎✋︎☪︎☪︎✌︎ ❄︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎☼︎❼︎💧︎ 💧︎❄︎☜︎✌︎💣︎ 🕆︎💧︎☜︎☼︎ 👌︎✌︎👍︎😐︎☝︎☼︎⚐︎🕆︎☠︎👎︎💧︎📬︎

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☠︎✌︎☟︎ ✋︎🕯︎💣︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💣︎✌︎☠︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 💧︎🏱︎☜︎✌︎😐︎💧︎ ✋︎☠︎ ☟︎✌︎☠︎👎︎💧︎ ☹︎💣︎☞︎✌︎⚐︎📬︎ ☠︎⚐︎🕈︎ ☹︎☜︎❄︎🕯︎💧︎ ☝︎☜︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ ⚐︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎⚐︎📪︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ☼︎⚐︎🕆︎❄︎☜︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 👎︎⚐︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☠︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☹︎✌︎💧︎❄︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎✡︎☜︎👎︎ ✋︎☞︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎✡︎✍︎

🏱︎💧︎🖳︎ ✋︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☠︎⚐︎❄︎ ☟︎🕆︎☼︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🖳︎🗏︎

(just copy and paste them into a translator)

Well.. I did pacifist, if I remember correctly. But I think that if Cyn would have played, then she would probably do genocide. And Doll, who is in my mind talking, said that she never played but wouldn't want to kill anyone.

[akanemnon]

Kris, want an egg? I accidentally bought over 5000 of them and I don't know what to do with them...

-Totally not the man behind the tree with the egg

❄︎︎☟︎︎✋︎︎💧︎︎ ✋︎︎💧︎︎ 💣︎︎👍︎︎👎︎︎⚐︎︎☠︎︎✌︎︎☹︎︎👎︎︎💧︎︎📬︎︎ ☟︎︎⚐︎︎🕈︎︎ 💣︎︎✌︎︎✡︎︎ ✋︎︎ ❄︎︎✌︎︎😐︎︎☜︎︎ ✡︎︎⚐︎︎🕆︎︎☼︎︎ ⚐︎︎☼︎︎👎︎︎☜︎︎☼︎︎✍︎︎ 📬︎︎📬︎︎📬︎︎❄︎︎☟︎︎✌︎︎❄���︎🕯︎︎💧︎︎ ⚐︎︎☠︎︎☜︎︎ 💣︎︎✋︎︎☹︎︎😐︎︎💧︎︎☟︎︎✌︎︎😐︎︎☜︎︎📪︎︎ ⚐︎︎☠︎︎☜︎︎ ☟︎︎✌︎︎🏱︎︎🏱︎︎✡︎︎ 💣︎︎☜︎︎✌︎︎☹︎︎📪︎︎ ✌︎︎☠︎︎👎︎︎ ⚐︎︎☠︎︎☜︎︎📪︎︎ 👍︎︎☟︎︎✋︎︎☹︎︎✋︎︎ 👍︎︎☟︎︎☜︎︎☜︎︎💧︎︎☜︎︎ ☞︎︎☼︎︎✋︎︎☜︎︎💧︎︎📬︎︎ 🕈︎︎⚐︎︎🕆︎︎☹︎︎👎︎︎ ✡︎︎⚐︎︎🕆︎︎ ☹︎︎✋︎︎😐︎︎☜︎︎ ❄︎︎⚐︎︎ 🏱︎︎✌︎︎✡︎︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ 🖂︎☝︎✋︎☝︎☝︎☹︎☜︎🖂︎ 🕈︎︎⚐︎︎🕆︎︎☹︎︎👎︎︎ ✡︎︎⚐︎︎🕆︎︎ ☹︎︎✋︎︎😐︎︎☜︎︎ ❄︎︎⚐︎︎ 🏱︎︎✌︎︎✡︎︎📬︎︎📬︎︎📬︎︎ 🕈︎︎✋︎︎❄︎︎☟︎︎ 👍︎︎☼︎︎☜︎︎👎︎︎✋︎︎❄︎︎ 👍︎︎✌︎︎☼︎︎👎︎︎📬︎︎📬︎︎📬︎︎ ⚐︎︎☼︎︎ ✡︎︎⚐︎︎🕆︎︎☼︎︎ 💧︎︎⚐︎︎🕆︎︎☹︎︎✍︎︎✏︎︎

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Meet the gang

Yo! I'm the one who made all this bullshit of a blog, call me S.R if I use this one to speak

Ah! Hello there! You must be new to the blog! Well it's nice to meet you!

this is the one I use for asks and RP's what not

Sup bitch, just look at some of the posts We've made

(well, I've made...)

Meow (Well, You already know me)

yup (character designs) Yours truly: me! looks like this!

(She's pretty much a different version of The TSP Narrator, We'll call her, Narss-v, or The Voice box, knowing that the mouth was meant to give static and voice box type feelings)

the other ones in this blog have already shown designs! ^^

Hey pardner, the names Starlo.

☟︎☜︎☹︎☹︎⚐︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎💧︎⚐︎☠︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎☜︎☼︎☠︎☜︎❄︎📪︎ 💣︎✡︎ ☠︎✌︎💣︎☜︎ ✋︎💧︎ 👎︎☼︎📬︎ 🕈︎📬︎👎︎ ☝︎✌︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎📬︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎🕆︎☝︎☟︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 💣︎✌︎✡︎ 👍︎✌︎☹︎☹︎ 💣︎☜︎ ☝︎✌︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎📬︎