#Fonttale

[mothinflamesdoodles]

Pulse Sans: The Frankenstein Font

Fanart for @specialmindz

[zrllosyn-art]

Guy gets cursed in modern setting, no one believes them.

These are older ocs that im just putting into new settings because i was bored lmao. If you know them.... yeagh.

Sometimes, i miss these bastards.

[13thdoodle]

OC Memes time with @zrllosyn's OCs too~ Unearth old ass gaster ocs for this lmao

Original Meme by @gallusrostromegalus

Levi | Frisk | Choo Dings | 31 | Crow Owl | GG (Golden Gaster) | Tailor & Indra

[fonttale]

Happy holidays (or in this case, chrimis)!!

Small update under the cut. :)

These dorks are still dear to our heart, and we are working on a comic version of their story-line. Hopefully its out, eventually?? I have no idea when so not trying to get anyone's hopes up, but we are working on it.

Long story short, we were trying to cover a too large of a time frame to reasonably pull off with the previous format. The storyline we have figured out literally spans hundreds of years, from the monster-human war all the way to post-pacifist, and beyond that. It was a bit too much to try to handle tbh.

We're skipping ahead next time! You'll actually get to see our version of chara and frisk! Its post-pacifist babey! We're aiming to keep some interactive elements in-between comic arcs, where you can actually send in asks to the characters and such, but that does really depend on whether or not readers and viewers are interested in that. We did like the interactivity of the ask blog format though, so we'd like to keep elements of it if possible.

I personally am very excited, but yknow. Life is taking priority at the moment.

Anyways. Happy holidays, and a happy new year. I hope its a good one, and thanks for sticking around. And hey, maybe next year will be the year you get to see what we've been working on.

Maybe.

-Enn

[randomlazystuff]

Jello jello.

Ca here.

Sorry, got kinda sidetracked with school and stuff. Not to mention my mouth curently taste like blood.

Anyways meet soul sans. Theyre Au name is FontTale. Basictly every skeleton is made from human corpses and human soul and a big dose of magic from the mage. Yada yada war hapened and stuff. The skeleton have theyre codes name is from font, wich is why the Au named that. Inside soul body they are two soul, the yellow one is serif and the blue one is comic (the one who usualy control the body is comic). I will put more detail about theyre backstory another time.

Thats all, hope you have a good time.

Buh bye!

[zrllosyn]

1 and 9 for ask meme ?!

Sunie!!! thank you for the ask!!

Who was your first ever OC? Do you still “use” them? How have they evolved over time?

You were beaten to this ask, but HEY I AM HAPPY TO PROVIDE MORE OLD INVADER ZIM OCS! Mainly because theyre the only ones i have like, actual pictures of.

would you like a lilyan? She has also been redesigned semi-recently!

9. Favourite OC?

oUGHGHGhghGHghg... . .

Okay. So there is. For sure a VERY definite answer for this one. But its also kind of weird because-- okay so

Its gotta be frisk. But specifically Fonttale Frisk? From the au that i never wrote because KC and I kept making the AU increasingly more complicated with more AUs that branch off of it without actually. Posting anything about it anywhere.

BUT YSEE. THEYRE NOTHING LIKE CANON. ANd because i made like 100 aus, theres like. A TON of different variants of em.

Anyways if you want a version that managed to grow its own two legs n become its own thing, it would be Fumiya.

If you want a frisk thats more like. still a lil connected to fonttale? You get Major.

But the baseline fonttale frisk has a very special place in my heart. (its a hole in the ground labeled bastard)

[sronti]

"Labour’s new government is expected to authorise emergency measures this week under which criminals could be automatically freed after serving between 40% and 45% of their sentence."

Ilyenkor kéne egy lépést előre gondolkozni a sajtónak, és megkérdezni magában, hogy merre lehet továbbmenni ebben az ügyben, mert természetesen van tovább.

A probation service ugyanúgy, vagy még inkább rottyon van, mint a börtönök. Nevetséges számokkal dolgoznak, ismerősök arról mesélnek, hogy egy-egy felügyelőtisztre 100 elítélt is juthat. Na, nekik a nevüket se fogják tudni. Én más közegekben, de olyan 20 ember után szoktam valamennyire elveszíteni a fonalat. Még megy, de valójában tudom, hogy nem jó, amit csinálok, összekeverem a sztorikat, összefolynak az arcok, elfelejejtek dolgokkal továbbmenni a következő találkozóhoz. Igazából egy nap olyan öt üggyel tudok maximum igazán foglalkozni, plusz az apró, egy-egy telefon, vagy ímél, de ez is sok, száz ember teljesen lehetetlen. Egy ismerősöm dolgozik ilyen beosztásban, őt ez teljesen kicsinálta nagyon hamar. Alkoholizmus, haladó szint.

Aztán. Mint mindig, itt is jön a lakhatás. Nincs hely sehol resettlement házakban, nincs hely az önkormányzatoknál, más opció meg szinte nincs. Kijönnek ezek az emberek, nulla fonttal a semmibe. Egyből bele a hajléktalanságba mondjuk 10 év börtön után.

Ennek nem lesz jó vége.

Rendszerszinten kéne kitalálni, hogy mi lesz a pálya, akkor is, ha több időbe telik és sok emberrel kegyetlen, hogy addig borzasztó körülmények között tartják őket, ez lenne a kisebbik rossz.

[kavekkozt]

megnéztem most a pension fundjaimat; a UK-ban a munkáltatód kötelezően regisztrál egy magánnyugdíjpénztárba, és ahogy munkáltatót váltasz, nem kizárt, hogy több cégnél szétszórva van a megtakarításod. nekem 3 helyen van, amiket most szeretnék összevonni a jelenlegi nyugdíjpénztáramhoz, hogy könnyebb legyen számon tartani.

az elmúlt egy évben:

- a NEST Ethical fundban levő megtakarításom kamatozott 5 fontot - az Aegon Retiready standard fundban levő megtakarításom kamatozott 60 fontot - az Aviva Stewardship (az Aviva so-so ethical fundja) megtakarításom csökkent 330 fonttal (tehát egy havi befizetéssel kb). Köszi Liz Truss? Vagy rossz döntés volt a Stewardship fundra váltani? (Ez nem az, amit a cégem alapvetően kiválasztott, de lehet változtatni és én szerettem volna fossil fuel menteset, vagy legalábbis so-so.) Az Aviva saját számai szerint tök mindegy, a sector average-hoz képest kb ugyanúgy teljesített. Amúgy ha megnézem külön-külön, hogy mikbe fektette bele, ilyenek vannak mint Microsoft, Visa meg Mastercard, tehát nem túl “edgy”.

na mindegy, csak érdekesnek találtam.

[zrllosyn-art]

Happy Make A Terrible Comic Day 2024!

I missed a line of the lyrics oops. But uh, i winged it so maybe its to be expected lmao.

[13thdoodle]

[ Choos n Gasters doodle]

akjsdnka i sketched them a few days ago for the undertake 9th anniv (man time really flies huh) but idk anymore if I can actually clean them up so doodles~

but yea i have many (3) chara and gaster dynamics lmao

FontTale chara and gaster (AU with @zrllosyn) Sentry Gaster (my OC) and chara (technically underswap au?) Fell!Sentry and chara (tbh idk how chara different here but I do like the idea of still stabby happy chara dealing with depression man lol)

[leshyleaf]

I just found your blog 🥺🥺

I just wanna say that the way you draw papyrus is amazing!! Its very nice!

Do you have any Papyrus based AUs/ATs

aww thank you! that’s so nice to hear because I just COULDNT draw him for the longest time haha.

I myself am actually not creative enough to have my own AUs or ATs whoops BUT I have some papyrus-centered faves that other people have created !

For instance, huge shoutout to fonttale by @specialmindz, (specialminds on ao3) wherein papyrus is actually secretly a sadistic murderer whose main goal is to protect his 1 hp brother sans. Also, a skeleton’s font is what determines their powers in this au, which is so cool. This au is so funny and well written (I remember laughing out loud a couple times, which rarely happens to me with fan fiction), and it flies off the rails in wonderful ways. I encourage u to check it out if you don’t know about it already (you might, it’s years old now haha).

my other fave from a while back was horrortale by Sour Apple Studios, man everyone knows this one, and it’s not papyrus centered (although it has my favorite pap au design EVER) but it’s just so good. i adore it with all my horror loving heart.

Of course I had to include some art I did for these, haha. Thank you so much for the ask!

[zrllosyn]

Hiiiiii Enn you reblogged an ask meme 👀

5 n 9?~ 👀

Annnddd 17? :3c

OOP HGJHGG

yea no sorry i reblogged it twice bcs i forgot to tag it and. i tried to tag it on mobile. and tagged it and reblogged it. instead. whoobs

5. What are some of your OCs biggest fears?

GOD.

WHICH ONE.

LIKE GOD THEY ALL HAVE ISSUES

I guess i'll go with the ocs i've mentioned so far?

AIS: She's the one i remember the least, but I'm pretty sure she has a healthy fear of just. Death. missing out. Never amounting to much. Never being enough.

Lilyan: God. Uh. Definitely also not being enough but also like. Failure. So much fear of failure. Death. Violence. She does not want to loose anyone else. But she also fears what they will become. Also she fears she is also the monster she fears the most.

Haru: Rejection. Being forgotten. Lack of connection. Being unloved? Uncared for? He desires connection and fears being alone.

Th fonttale bastard is au dependent so. Yeag.

9. Favourite OC?

I already mentioned th fonttale frisks so LET ME SHARE YOU SOME MORE. BECAUSE GOD I WILL TAKE ANY OPPORTUNITY TO TALK ABOUT THEM

HOW ABOUT A LOG HORIZON AU

they are siblings i love them

ALSO HAVE ANOTHER ONE

leverage au.

Theyre presenting very fem in this particular doodle

17. What are some tropes and character dynamics found in your wips?

Like. In fics? time travel, fixing what cant be fixed, loosing everything and gaining everything at once.

UH. OTHER THAN THAT??

UH.

The struggle against fate? depression? i GUESS?? I DONT KNOW MAN, MY OCS DO END UP SIMILAR THOUGH

god this one is hard

[sronti]

Oké, ez kevésnek tűnik, de számold úgy, hogy 25 év alatt (olyan fiataloknál, akikkel én dolgozom), még ennél is havi 70 fonttal kevesebb jut. Próbálj havi 265 fontból megélni Londonban úgy, hogy rezsit nem fedezi a housing allowance, tehát a fix költségek után marad ~200 fontod. Nem értem, hogy képzelik ezt a DWP-nél.

[browny811-electric-boogaloo]

Pulse Sans, from fonttale. @specialmindz

[vaningyen]

mit csinál a sirály 150 fonttal?

[specialmindz]

“Mmm *POMP!* this some good milk, Snas,” said Papyrus, shuffling around in his brother’s makeshift backpack. It wasn’t very comfortable, but as long as he didn’t have to crawl…

“eh, i prefer hot chocolate myself,” replied Sans. “glad you like your milk baby bro, i was worried about how it’d do in the microwave cause’ of all the chemicals, but you’re not dead yet so…”

“Daddy say is okay to put mah super milk in da’ mikeywave…or is I baby guinea pig?” Papyrus narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

“guinea pigs are cute pap!”

“…”

Sans blew on his hot chocolate for what seemed like the sixth time. He didn’t put his drink in the microwave like Papyrus’s, he preferred to use boiled water as the cold weather of Snowdin usually cooled it off without him having to do anything.

Today though, they weren’t going to Snowdin, plans had changed.

Alphys had always had a messy workspace, but the Nursery, according to her, was in worse shape. FAR worse shape. She didn’t mind the broken toys scattered everywhere seeing as it wasn’t her room, but the fact that the toys came from the Dump meant they smelled terrible. Sans and the rest of the family were either nose-blind to it, or simply didn’t care, but Alphys couldn’t stand it. She complained weekly about the stench, claiming it was getting worse and worse, seeping from underneath the Nursery door and distracting her from work, but no one would do anything about it.

Today, SHE took the initiative and decided to spray the Nursery with every air freshener they had, making it impossible and even dangerous to sleep in the room; that meant that not only did they have to find a new place to sleep, but Baby Papyrus also missed his nap.

Not good.      

“You an idiot,” mumbled the cranky infant, unhappy to be a baby guinea pig.

“whatever.”

“Lazy idiot stink head with stupid broke gloves…”

“heh ha! they’re not broke pappy, that’s how they’re SUPPOSED to look. these are fingerless gloves,” explained Sans, hoping to laugh away his irritation. Papyrus wasn’t having it though.

“Your gloves dumb like you.”

“they’re not dumb! i think they make me look cool…”

“They make you look homeless. I half aspect you to be shaking a tin can around, asking for monies.”

“Screw you, Papyrus.”

“Is I your bindle, big Buther? You’s supposed to carry me on a stick…”

“SHUT UP, PAPYRUS.”

“Can you do da’ har-mon-ica? Pay a song for the baby.”

The young comedian quickened his pace towards the Resort Area. “i’ll pay you a beating, you keep mouthing off,” mumbled Sans under his breath.  

“Ooooh, Buther think he tough now cause’ he gots biker gloves! Nyeh heh heh, what gang you from, Snas? Pussies of Anarchy? Renegade Rejects?”

San didn’t reply, he merely pushed open the doors of the Resort and went inside, not wanting to travel all the way to Snowdin’s hotel or teleport whilst carrying his brother in a bag rather than his arms. He knew for a fact that anything touching his body would travel with him, but what about the things that weren’t? Or the things he wasn’t holding on to purposely?

It’s not like I’ve ever lost anything in my pockets when I take my shortcuts, but I still don’t feel comfortable with something so precious in such a flimsy bag…

“Harlem’s Asshats?”

Hm…maybe “precious” isn’t the right word to use for Pap.  

Sans grimaced as Papyrus continued to complain and come up with more insulting gang names. He himself was a complainer when HE didn’t get enough sleep, but Papyrus?

“Big-butted Bums of Bloomington!”

His brother REALLY sucked when he missed his nap. He was loud, angry, and mean. Babies weren’t supposed to miss their daily naps and baby bones already had hot tempers to begin with…

TA-TAP, TA-TAP!

The Receptionist, a monster with a giant hand in place of her head, tapped her red painted nails on the counter impatiently, a strange sight for those who weren’t used to seeing it. “Do you need a room you two?”

TA-TAP, TA-TAP!

“No, I needs a doctor cause’ Snas give me irradiated milk!” Papyrus tried to point his finger accusingly at his brother, but found it next to impossible in his current position, so instead he threw his bottle on the ground.

“NYEH!”

CAP, CAP!

It bounced along the tile floor, empty despite his whining, and rolled to a stop before a janitor, who kindly picked it up. “Ah-hawww, looks like you’ve got a fussy baby on your hands!” chuckled the employee, returning the bottle.

CAP, CAP, CAP!

“HAHAHAHA!”

“PAPYRUS! i’m so sorry sir-”

“Oh, don’t be, it’s what I get paid for after all! It’s best you get that little guy to bed though…”

“NOT TIRED!”

Sans took the bottle from the janitor and put it in his pocket. Even if his brother were telling the truth, he knew the Lying Font was still going to ACT tired, and a tired baby was a cranky baby. For Papyrus, a missed nap was all the excuse in the world to be a douche, and Sans would rather fork over 400g then listen to his crap.

Lucky for us, children get discounts.

TA-TAP, TA-TAP!

“STOP HEADBUTTING DA’ TABLE NAIL LADY! IF AZZY NOT ALLOWED TO, YOU NOT ALLOWED TO!”

“E-excuse me?”

“just ignore him, miss-”

“When Azzy be small like me, he used to headbutt the desk. You not remember Nail-Lady? You was all like, ‘STOP ATTACKING THE DESK GOAT-BABY!’ and Moo-Mom say, ‘HOW DARE YOU YELL AT MAH BABY LIKE DAT!?’ and then Fluffy Buns say ‘settle down now ladies, is not that serious,” said Papyrus, voice acting each line. He’d been doing that a lot as of late, trying to “perfect his mimicry for when he got big” and by extension, he ended up disturbing those unfortunate enough to hear him. Asgore’s loud booming voice coming from such a small baby was…eerie…and it was even worse when he decided to imitate Sans...

The receptionist doesn’t have a face, but I bet she’s as uncomfortable as I am right now.

…

…

How do I get bro to stop talking though?

“…Then you got all mad Nail-Lady and say ‘HE DO DIS ERYTIME HE HERE! WHY YOU CAN’T CONTROL YO’ KID? ERYBODY ELSE CONTROL THEIR KID! YOU THINK JUST CAUSE’ YOU THE KING YOU CAN DESTROY? NOT ERYBODY WICH LIKE YOU!”

“…I actually DO remember,” said the receptionist. “Someone, who used to do that. Yes…there was a small child with an entitled mother who used to headbutt and jump atop the furniture…”

Who was that?

“Yep! I’s there too with Chara, so I knows! You and the Moo Lady used to argue about discounts-”

“Oh my goodness, you’re right!” the woman suddenly remembered. “There was a woman who claimed she should only have to pay the regular 400g because you weren’t her child and THEN she got upset when I AGREED and asked you for 200g-”

“HOW YOU GONNA ASK A BABY FOR MONIES? BABIES SHOULD GET IN FREE! YOU DOESN’T EVEN GOTS CWIBS!”  

“That’s EXACTLY how it went, every single time. It was always the same argument.” The monster, who prided herself on her professionalism, could feel herself getting angry all over again, her old forgotten hatred bubbling to the surface. She couldn’t stand the Royal Family. The Entitled Mother, the Spinless Husband, the Destructive Child…and if she recalled, the human they adopted was an actual thief…

“Yep, and Chara was all like ‘don’t be a bitch, bitch’ and da’ Cow Lady say ‘I agwees, but I doesn’t ah-pea-ciate yo’ language my child,’ and Chara go ‘I was talking to youuuu-”

“hey pap-”

“Fluffy Buns smacked them right on the butt! It was funny.”

“Yes…Chara was their name…the thieving human who kept getting in trouble with security. They would go into other people’s rooms and take their things like it was okay and the mother-”

“She say, ‘Oh Chara just curious, you should be more patient wit yo’ customers! Da’ world of monsters be new to them ya’ know? They just a child…!”

“…”

Sans didn’t know how she was doing it, but he could have sworn he heard growling coming from the woman’s direction.

“ha ha…hey uh, bro? let’s just get us a room already, yeah? i’m sure the receptionist here is busy-”

“TWO WOOMS PEAS!” yelled the infant. “One for the baby and one for the Pussy of Anarchy.”

“damnit pap…!”

“Very well, that’ll be 400g then.”

Glaring over his shoulder, Sans forked over the money and headed to their room. “now bro, there are other people in this resort so try not to be a dick, alright? we need to be quiet-”

“WAIT SNAS!” the baby bones picked himself up out of the bag with his wingdings. “I gots to visit the fountain real quick.”

“Oh uh, please don’t urinate in the fountain,” said the receptionist raising a finger. “The rooms have toilets in them.”

“I’s not a gross peepee-baby Nail-Lady, don’t you know a cute widdle skelly when you sees one? I’s looking for coins-”

“Absolutely not!” cried the woman, her tone taking a sudden turn. “This fountain is a memorial to…someone. It is strictly forbidden to gather the coins within, read the sign!” The monster pointed at a sign that said “Stay Out of the Fountain.” Apparently, people were so desperate, they were stealing G from the memorial…

“I NEEDS EM’ TO PAY SNAS BACK!” yelled Papyrus, wondering how much 200g was.

“READ. THE. SIGN. THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE!” she replied, shouting just as loud. Clearly theft was a daily problem for her.

“heh heh, you don’t need to pay me back lil’ bro, thanks though.”

That was…unexpectedly sweet.

“I’s not a deadbeat big Buther…also, I can’t reads so dat sign don’t apply to me.”

“THAT’S NOT HOW THAT WORKS!”

“you do too know how to read, quit your lying pap,” said Sans chuckling.

“I’s not lying, I’s a baby and babies don’t read. Erybody knows that! Isn’t that right Nail- Lady?”

“I just told you what it said, get away from that fountain!”

“Babies also have poor memor-ies. I doesn’t remember what you said,” Papyrus used his wingdings to scoop up a handful of coins and deposited them into his onesie to count later. “I’s very sorry for da’ inco-venience.”

“PUT THOSE BACK OR I’LL HAVE TO ASK YOU TWO TO LEAVE!”

“uh, okay pappy this is getting serious, let’s just put the pretty coins back like the nice lady said…”

“Is serious? THEN WE SERIOUSLY WANT OUR MONIES BACK,” said Papyrus, angrily. Here he was being a good bae, paying back his big brother, (something babies did NOT have to do) and this big person wanted to yell at him?

CLEARLY, she was a baby-hater and didn’t deserve to have such cute guests staying at her gaudy hotel.

“We take back our monies and we go somewhere that ah-pea-ciates sweet babies such as ourselves. Your hotel ugly anyway…too bright, right Snas? We leave.”

“no no no, we don’t need to do that!” said Sans quickly in a panic.

“FINE, TAKE IT AND GO!”

WHAP!

The receptionist slammed the money down on the counter.

I’m so sick of serving thieves…

“wha-ho, lady! let’s just calm down alright? *sigh* geeze…” Sans scratched behind his skull. “why don’t we come to a compromise? that sound good?”

I CAN’T take Pappy to that inn in Snowdin again, I didn’t sleep at all last time!

The comedian winced, remembering the night he spent there with Papyrus. The infant didn’t like the snoring from the other guests in the room.

“Nyeh? Com-per-mize…? Waz dat?”

“it’s a negotiation,” explained Sans. “where arguing people get a little bit of what they want, so everyone’s happy…ish.”

TA-TAP! TA-TAP!

“Okay Snas, I do da’ com-per-mize cause’ I’s a good bae,” said Papyrus sweetly. Seemed he was done acting cranky for the day…or so Sans hoped.

“good boy, pappy! GOOD babies compromise allll the time.”

“No they don’t, but Imma make an ah-ception cause’ I doesn’t like the snoring baes in Snowdin. Remember them Snas? The snoring bunny baes?”

“heh heh, yep, iiiii remember.”

“You can’t tell a sweepy baby to shut the fuk up, cause’ they just babies, so we get no sweep and the Inn lady get all our monies for fee! Is a scam, I KNOWS it!”

“Put the coins back please,” said the receptionist, no longer interested in Papyrus’s stories.

“Kay’. Papyrus picked himself up out of the fountain and waddled over to the counter, his onesie jiggling with coins and leaving a wet trail behind him. I gots a good idea for a com-per-mize Nail-Lady.”

“I thought you were going to put the coins back?”

“Slow yo’ roll woman, we makes a commerize first-��

“compromise’ bro.”

Papyrus ignored him. “I’ll put the coins back like you say…and in return for being a good baby bones, I gets a fee room, kay’? Dat sound like a good commercialize?”  

“…No.”

“*pfft!* papyrus-”

“Why not Nail-Lady? It solve both our problems, yes? Why you so unreason-able?”

The receptionist sighed and hung her head, her energy for the day having been completely drained.

I forgot how terrible this infant was, all he does is talk and make things worse. Why is he even here? Doesn’t he have a mother and father to go home to?

Ugh, he’s still going...

“…Good babies get rewards Nail-Lady, is the law. Dat’s how we learns to be good people’s ya’ know? I do something good…then I gets a reward, then I be good again to get another reward. You see where I’s going with dis?”

“There’s a difference between a reward and a bribe, child-”

“I’s not a child, I’s a baby! How you gonna learn if you no listen? BIG people’s get bribes, BABIES get rewards-”

“bro, stop, it’s okay,” said Sans picking up his brother. “i’ll pay your way and if you really want to return the debt, you can pay me back with your OWN mon-”

“Except ugly babies like Snas, they get nothing.”

“…you know what? nevermind, you can sleep out here like the bum you’re destined to be." He put Papyrus back down.

“I can join your gang…?”

“no, we’re full.”

“Bums of Bloomington full?”

“yyyep.”

“Kick someone out.”

CA-CLACK!

The receptionist pressed the security button underneath her desk.

“why should i? you don’t have biker gloves and you’re mean.”

“Baby not mean! Also, I’s family and family comes first. Kick someone out.”

“no.”

CLANK, CLANK, CLANK!

The two boys stopped fighting and grew silent as a giant knight in black armor approached the counter.

“*Yawn* ………Is there a problem ma’am?”

“Yes, there is,” replied the receptionist. “That baby is stealing from the fountain…and apparently the other one is in a gang-”

“what? no i’m not! papyrus is lying!”

“Nope, is true all right. My big Buther a rebel! He drive his motorcycle around at night when is bedtime.”

“no i don’t, shut up papyrus!”

“……...Is this true?”

Sans gave the knight an irritated look, “why don’t you tell me? why don’t you tell me where i can ride a motorbike without filling the underground with carbon dioxide? why don’t you tell me where i can get one whose pedals i can even reach? where i can get one PERIOD-”    

“……...You don’t need to be a smartass.”

“…”

“………Please return the coins.”

“…”

“Why you gots so many ellipses in yo’ text Knight-Lady? You sweepy too?” The baby bones crawled over to the sleepy giant and gave her the coins in his onesie. “Here you go Heavy-Lady, now you can affords to sweep like us!”

“that’s very sweet, pappy-”

Papyrus turned to the receptionist, “NOW baby gets a fee room?”

“*sigh*”

Damnit bro…

“…No.”

“Nyeh? Why not? I WAS GOOD, GOD DAMNS IT!”

“Get out.”  

“NYEHHHHAAAAHHHH!!”

“papyrus, you don’t need to scream-”

KA-CHUR-GERGERGER!

Taking out a coin pouch, the knight poured some G onto the receptionist’s counter, “…400g right?”

“You don’t have to do that Knight Knight-”

“Yes, I do,” replied the armored monster, handing over the coins Papyrus gave her. “It’s a knight’s duty to help those in need…and we live in times where money is scarce…” She looked down at the skeletal children. “…Remember these words well…following the rules may make others happy and keep the peace, but if it comes at the cost of your or another person’s survival…ignore them.”

“…”

“…”

And with that, Knight Knight walked back to her post, leaving the receptionist alone with the two brothers.

The hand monster wasn’t angry anymore, in fact, she felt a bit guilty and embarrassed over her previous behavior. It was true that the coins in the fountain were people’s wishes…and it was part of her job to make sure people treated those wishes and the memorial with respect, but when looking at the big picture and thinking about WHY so many thieves were running about, well, it was clear who the bad guy was.

“I apologize for my previous behavior,” said the receptionist bowing low. “I’d forgotten that rules were made to help others, not act as bait for the desperate. There’s no point in a memorial if there’s no one left to honor it.”

How many people have starved to death for my job?

She winced and shook her head in an attempt to rid herself of such thoughts. What was done was done, all she could do now was change so it never happened again.

“Is okay Nail-Lady!” said Papyrus petting her back with his wingdings, “It’s your intentions dat count, not what you do.”

“that’s true. as long as you’re at least TRYING to do the right thing, you’re still a good person. mistakes are mistakes, ya’ know? you shouldn’t be punished for something you didn’t MEAN to do, ain’t that right pap?”

“Daz right big Buther! Now give us da’ key.”

“say please.”

“No.”

The woman handed the baby bones, who had taken the liberty of climbing onto the counter, the key to their room. “Please enjoy your stay.”

“YAAAASS! C’MON SNAS, IS TIME FOR YO’ NAP!”

“you mean it’s time for OUR nap, pappy.”

“NOT TIRED!”

As the boys headed to their room, the receptionist left her post and walked towards the fountain, removing the sign.

It was never put up again.