#Horrortale has started updating again I think

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Horrortale Dream

Sometime pre Aliza:

He's very helpful :3

No matter how cute horrortale dream is this is still horrortale and they have a non-immortal family member to help feed. (Dream doesn't do the murder, just the traps)

Part 1: here

(My askbox is also open to anyone if you wanna ask about stuff)

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[soloboned]

So here's another little update on me not being dead.

It's been intensely hot and humid. I've started a little pepper garden. The tiny kind, full of spice and flavor. I'm getting ready to plant some more things, but the nostalgia of these particular chilis has filled me with a warmth(not the hot kind, there is no fruit yet) I didn't know I needed right now. Following a family tradition I had no rel plan to follow: teaching my child about where her food comes from, both wild and cultivated; about how we can feed ourselves, shelter and feed the wildlife, how we make an impact in foraging and cultivating.

A fun fact about me and my roots: my family was deeply impacted by the Dust Bowl, and agriculture was our savior. The knowledge of how to both forage and grow what we needed to survive has been passed down for several generations. The side of my family I am close with hasn't seen real money in 200 years. We have something far more valuable: A thirst for knowledge, ingenuity, endless compassion, and love.

I started out dropping all my projects to make time for myself and in the process, I inadvertently rediscovered my heritage. It's something very special, to feel my loved ones that are gone; my father, my grandfather, and my grandmother guiding my hand in shaping my child. It was something I didn't know I needed until it was happening all on its own.

All this talk about roots leads into the next major event. After family drama, I don't even want to think about explaining, my husband and I realized we needed to find a way to separate from some unhealthy familial ties. We are looking into buying a home, maybe in the coming spring. It's new, it's intimidating, and brings about it's own host of problems and stressors. There's just so much changing. It's both scary and exciting. Maybe we won't be able to do it, but we're really going to try.

In the end, I still haven't given up working on my artistic projects altogether. I'm playing Undertale again, and the drive is there. At this point I think the plan is to find a beta reader who's more familiar with the source material for the AUs than I am.(let's face it, all my knowledge on that front is from fanfiction, outside of the horrortale AU, because I've read the comics like 3 times. )

Crudetale is still spinning in my brain, and patchwork armature still has an unpublished completed chapter, I'm just not happy with it and need to get another opinion before it sees a final eddit and gets published.

I love you guys and don't you forget it.

[morguemaw]

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NEW AUU. Hi! Please read the stuff below to understand the AU, Rules, ect; Please read it fully to understand what I'm comfortable with since this is my first open AU where ill allow people to create their own Sans OC/Sans AU in. CentaurTone is a AU based off of Centaur Sans's. think of the Multiverse in this case. Lore/Backstory;

CentaurTone is a universe of a massive collision of AU's. This was due to a mistake on Ink and Error's side. Due to this mistake, all AU's have combined into one massive world, forcing everyone above ground into a massive, thriving globe. This globe has cities/towns, forests, mountains, everything you'd expect from earth, but with a twist. Since CentaurTone used to be another small clique of AU's, like CentaurSwap, CentaurFell, CentaurTale, and so on, they agreed to live together, with Ink and Error being the silent gods, and Dream and Nightmare being the demigods of the planet. Due to the small size however, everyone mostly lives together peacefully in one city. With other versions taking charge of their own plot of land, either living together in a huddle, or in separate in single homes. Even though they are Centaurs, they are also nicknamed Centies. Centies can indeed live anywhere! A house? Go for it! In a cave? Hell yea! Treehouse? GO for it! There are a total of three groups; Devs. Links. and Kluches. Devs are the Good Sanses. Starring Ink, Dream, and Swap. Links are the Bad Sanses. Starring Error, Killer, Dust, Horror, and Nightmare. Kluches are the rest of the world. If you have decided to have more then just one Sans in a group, you are fully allowed to name them whatever you please. Centies typically live in groups, but it isnt uncommon to see a Centie alone, so it is fully alright to create a single Centie, and live in peace. Rules; ( ik, it has rules I'm srry :( ) X Please don't use someone else's idea! Since I didn't plan on this being a open AU, I would prefer if people didn't overuse/use a au someone else is doing! X The Centaur part can be ANY species! But please no mermaid/ocean stuff, CentaurTone is strictly land based! You can use Mammals or Bugs however, such as Cats, Dogs, Spiders, or more! Be creative! <3 X That's it! Here is a list of who is doing what! This will be updated as time goes on, of what user has designed what CentaurTone character; Its fully fine to do OCs! Just again please avoid any pre-existing AUs that are already picked by others! -- Me: Ink Sans Error Sans Dream Sans Lust Sans Fresh Sans UnderSwap Sans SwapLust Sans SwapFell Sans HorrorSwap Any Personal OCs -- @glitchysquidd Underfell Horrortale Killer Sans Any Personal OCs -- @redmegalovania Dust Sans Any Personal OCs

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SA Y HELL0 TO [[CHAOS]]! baha.. i cant do the typing xDD But yeh! Wanted to mix Spamton and Jevil together! <3 Feel free to call him [[CHAOS]], vJemtin, or Half Off! ;P He can be smol.. Or tall! xD

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WOO found this, wanted to fill it out >:) Wanna do it too? The image is below!! Lets start a chain? ;)

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[kryptsune]

🌼Here is my version of Horrortale THE UPDATED VERSION! I was not really happy with how I wrote it prior to this but now that I have added more world building I am so much more satisfied with the result. There is a lot more to it now than there was before world wise. A few things to mention before I start. This Horrortale is mainly a Frans or Frisk X Sans AU. It may change in the future but that is the core of it. I also want to warn people that the below content may be triggering or disturbing. This is very serial killer based so keep that in mind as you move forward.

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Horrortale {FXS}

Alternate “Nicknames” Info: 

Sans: Blade Papyrus: Ash ( joke reference to Ash vs the Evil Dead) 

Main Plot Synop: Sans timeline has yet to meet their “fallen human”. On the surface the monsters begin to do experimentation learning about the abilities that humans possess. These studies lead to even more advances for the humans and the monsters. They live and coexist perfectly but something goes wrong. The monsters were considered to be pure beings ones with pure white souls to match but humans were flawed. They did horrible things even to their own and eventually that began to create a new threat. One that was easily spread from monster to monster. A black infection that begin to eat away and hollow out ones soul called The Rot.

Sans works in the lab spending more and more time trying to help his associates with their research into human soul traits. Gaster begins to make headway on the research of the soul extracting vials of concentrated soul essence. That includes the essence from a fallen human that died of causes unknown. Their name is Chara. In Chara’s soul The Rot lies in wait festering in a sea of pure red. Like an apple rotted from the inside the hate and hopelessness of this trait resided in that lone soul and ate it alive. All that they had been was no more. Those working in the lab are the first to be infected especially their Royal Scientist Dr. W.D Gaster. 

Sans pursuit to rid the others of this rot causes him to become obsessive and resort to using old vials of human soul essence in his own experiments. It begins to become successful keeping away the infection but at high doses it can have some nasty side effects. He begins to cure the monsters but his own rot can only be cured by one source, Determination. The strength of the essence is so powerful that it begins to have some interesting complications. 

Kindness- Obsession

Integrity- Moral righteousness/ pride/ manipulation 

Bravery- Adrenaline high constantly sweating, rapid breathing and nausea 

Justice- OCD (ideologic pride)

Perseverance- Extreme fatigue/sickness/ depression as physical symptoms

Patience- Timid and intense fear/ anxiety

The Rot and the World it forms:

The rot if left “untreated” can cause some rather unfortunate changes within monster biology and the cure to such an infection is not foolproof (in fact I would argue it causes them to start cannibalizing each other). Those that are suffering from the rot begin to make their way through different stages of the infection. 

Stage 1: Paranoia and weakness

Stage 2: A shift in biology- Due to the cure being human soul traits the side effect is a change in monster biological structure. They begin to lose some of their magical abilities taking on the traits that are curing them. It alters their make up at the soul level. This also causes them to take on a more physical form. That means that their bodies persist after death and even bleed.   

Stage 3: Starvation/ Ravenous hunger- The infection causes a craving in the soul most likely in an effort to fill a hole of some kind. The same one that is eating away at their soul leaving a soulless husk behind. This is usually seen in the form of food but it can also be more worldly things. Money, power, all of those are fair game. They essentially become soulless.

Stage 4: Mindlessness- Almost like wild animals the monsters that make it to this stage become like wild beasts. All predators. They feast on other monsters but they usually turn their sights to monsters that have a high concentration of human soul in their bodies. That includes humans as well.  

Stage 5: “Death” (amalgamates)- The typical mindless zombie. They are slow and aggressive only thinking of eating even though they are half dead already. They do not speak, they do not think. They exist. (What a horrible way to “live”).   

Monsters begin to eat and kill each other thinning the once thriving monster world. Just like in UT they used to have an overcrowding problem but now with this new situation that is quickly changing. Asgore locks himself away trying to keep the infection at bay and away from those he cares about. It is unclear if the King is dead or not. All they know is that the entire Underground is in ruin. 

It would appear that having quantities of these traits can hold off deeper stages of the infection. That is why they begin to formulate ways to lure humans into the mountain, songs, whispers, anything that can be used. The barrier is different in this version as it only requires the power of a human soul and a monster soul to cross it. This means that some monsters have the ability to slip past the barrier to drag humans back for “dinner time”. The human cities have not forgotten about the monster threat and they keep up defenses to keep them out. A zombie apocalypse if you will. That means that some monsters (again not all they have to be strong enough) can cross the barrier and bring back food. 

The barrier was also not created originally as a punishment for monsters losing the war but rather containment. It was cruel nonetheless and eventually the humans began to distance themselves from the monsters leaving them stuck in a barrier that provided no room to grow and little food or resources. Eventually as The Rot began to infest the Underground humans quarantined it off leaving them even more hopeless than ever before. 

Humans do not “seem” to be affected by The Rot but their world has been significantly altered by the disease. It makes it difficult to live when all your meals are outside of your cities security and large open spaces are easy targets such as farms. In the end the war and caused an even larger problem, the destruction of their world. It is nothing but an apocalyptic wasteland in most parts due to attacks. Food is scarce both in the Underground as well as on the surface. Just as monsters have become hunters of their own  

The Effects of DETERMINATION: 

Sans begins to see more and more the inner works and the fabric of the world he lives in. It begins to make him think he is going crazy. It has to be due to sleepless nights, heightened stress, and hopelessness that seems to continue to fester in his own soul. In addition to being able to manipulate and see the fabric of his world he also has “visions”. Almost a form of astral projection. His consciousness is able to see through the eyes of his respective timeline counterparts. He is able to see everything they do in multiple timelines. It is a form of timeline hopping or reset. They are all on the same frequency. 

He begins to see their happiness and their pains. The good and the evil. At first he thinks they are dreams but as it happens more frequently the more he realizes the nature of it. He sees how happy they are and there is one constant variable for their happiness (the bad timelines begin to heighten his apathy). That constant is Frisk. He continues to help the other monsters and almost all of them are “cured” though the other side of The Rot has yet to rear its ugly head. He however becomes a recluse burying himself in his supposed delusions and madness. He continues to take more and more DT slowly turning his eyes red. It is like the ring of an oak tree. The longer that he uses it the more rings he gets the larger his eye becomes (giving him that classic Horror look).  At first they are like the rings of a tree effectively replacing his rot with a new DT addiction. It also begins to cause his face to slowly melt.    

Meanwhile the other main boss monsters that have been treated have a similar affliction where the soul traits they were taken have embedded into their souls. It begins to give them a new power. A power rivaling that of a human soul. The power of the 7. The variable that can be used to slip past the barrier. Sans though is becoming slowly obsessed with this Frisk. He sees her not as a variable anymore but rather someone that will make him happy. 

Sans madness continues to increase even his associate Dr. Alphys is trying to get him some semblance of help but by this time he is too far gone. He needs an intervention. An explosion happens in the lab. The vials and his research are now gone. All of it has gone up in flames and unfortunately the damage to his soul has already been done. He ends up in solitary confinement sinking further into his obsession. 

News reaches him that a human has fallen down from the opposite entrance of the Underground. He goes to meet them only to realize that they look nothing like the human he is obsessed with. He begins to harvest human soul essence hiding his face behind a mask at first since nearly the whole front portion of his face is gone. It is a mask of his own face which makes his gaze even creepier knowing what, or rather what does not lay beyond it.  Eventually he learns to easily control his face with his magic rearranging the dust to shift his appearance. His level of insanity shifts to obsessive confusion. He is unhappy his first human encounter is not his precious Frisk but the human does have her eyes from his perspective. His concept of what Frisk actually looks like keeps changing. 

His form and control is directly tied to his emotional states. If he experiences any form of heightened emotion be it sadness or rage his composure will falter as will his appearance. If it becomes too drastic he will slowly begin to melt causing the appearance he originally had when this all began to appear. This is why he is called “The man with many faces.” He will sometimes end up completely faceless save for the bottom half where his grin would be.

Blades Madness:

Sans (aka Blade) obsession causes him to steal the various parts of humans to create his perfect human. Each one he makes he sees as an improvement. They are all mindless dolls held together with low doses of soul essence and magic. A macabre shrine to his beloved human. They reside in his shed and sometimes he talks to them but he considers them as failures. He calls them his projects and this continues over and over until his Frisk falls. 

He is overjoyed that he has his precious with him now. Papyrus checks on his brother yet he knows he needs help. After all these years he has seen his brothers decline Ash tries to help him. Frisk’s entry into the Underground is by complete accident, though she is not the savior that the rest are known to be. She is a soul of kindness causing her eyes to be a bright jade. Even Sans though overjoyed that Frisk has “returned” to him; he feels as though she is not perfect yet. He takes her and makes her perfect by removing one of her eyes to be a beautiful blue. He even cuts the back section of her hair to satisfy him. 

She feels no pain when this happens. Her kind soul wants to help him and slowly she begins to pull the old Sans back every once and awhile. Her soul, just like Charas, is filled with something as well. It turns out that though it looks like Frisk’s soul is one of kindness it is actually a pure white soul of hope. This has the ability to cure The Rot. They are glimpses but it is progress. He has to stop his killing ways and he does after Frisk is with him.

She feels no pain when this happens. Her kind soul wants to help him and slowly she begins to pull the old Sans back every once and awhile. They are glimpses but it is progress. He has to stop his killing ways and he does after Frisk is with him.   

[rosedarkfire]

My Stories

I have so many stories that I write. I am still writing just yanno emotional stuff has me going hard on myself. But I have added a new one so I am going to give a brief list of my stories and a description of each one. With Links to each one.

Strangers on the Train- (Sans x OC)Sans travels home on the late night train when his heat hits unexpectedly. He gets the aid from a Stranger that he meets. (Author Note: Strangers is going through Reconstruction I have finished up to Chapter 4. I wrote 60 chapters and did a stupid thing not keeping track of what I wrote in previous ones. Just bare with me I am updating it still too.)

My Shifty Pet- (Horrortale Sans x OC)Axe lost something that he prized deeply in the Underground. Now on the surface, he is trying to find a way to fit in. He comes across a group of shifty characters. Why does their leader look so familiar?

Go Dust Yourself- (Dusttale Sans x OC) Dusty has gone through his life accepting that he has a bleak existence. He’s managed to keep himself occupied with hunting the supernatural creatures that plague the humans. It helps to tame the LV madness. But during one hunt he meets his soulmate. Should he see where this leads? Or ignore her since he could never be able to have her fully? Wait why does she keep dying?

Strawberries- (FarmSans x OC) Wheaty is fond of the Widow he met when she first moved to Ebott but being the big nice guy he is he told her to wait before she started to date. Now he has to run off others from the woman he wants. How dare they think they can move in on his territory. (Hiatus for Lack of Ideas)

WheatBerry- (Farmtale Sans x Swap Sans x Reader) You just wanted to go home and enjoy your bottle of wine. You deserved it right? You worked hard! What you didn’t expect was the fact that your neighbors had other plans for you.

We Are Monsters- (Dancetale Sans x OC) Sans met his soulmate when he was a teenage bones. Then a twist of cruelty had her taken from him. Now he has her again and he won’t let anyone keep him from his claim. Not even herself.(This is not one-sided soulmates. Please don’t read it thinking that.)

Puppy Tales- (Sans x OC) Self Ship Week Challenge and nearly done. Currently working on the bonus chapter that my readers have asked for. Yes! Its coming guys it’s just kind of jam packed hehe. And I might do an NSFW update as a separate one shot. I have other stories that I have done as gifts, one shots, continuations of some characters from stories. Plus my Kinktober which is called Sensual Endeavors. I didn’t follow a prompt list since this was my first time. But I am ready to do this again when it comes up and follow the prompts. I um will do requests. Please Message me with what you would like to read I just ask for patience.

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Snips & Snails 4/7

Series: Undertale, Horrortale Relationship(s): (Unfulfilled) HT!Undyne/HT!Alphys, HT!Sans & HT!Undyne, Suggested HT!Undyne/??? Chapter Warnings: Briefly referenced suicide, not graphically described

There are some things only she can do... even if it hurts her. Undyne learned that from someone really important to her.

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KINDNESS

Undyne’s never had so many letters in her life.

The pile looks especially huge on her modest little writing desk. It feels like it gets bigger by the day and there was a time she’d have laughed at the idea of being intimidated by a measly stack of paper, but that time is well behind her.

She gets it now, and looking at all her letters just makes her feel an uncomfortable kind of sick.

They remind her of the letters she found in Alphys’ lab, after she…

After she…

…

Undyne wonders if she felt this kind of sick, too, thinking about what nasty, accusing words could be in the unending stream of letters delivered to her. She wonders if Alphys stared at them like she does, trying not to think about all the people she failed and wishing they’d all just…go away and leave her alone.

Were they the reason Alphys did…what she did? Was she thinking about Mettaton or Asgore, or was it the letters that made her feel like she needed to escape so badly that she was willing to…?

Undyne should’ve noticed.

She was so caught up in everything, so hurt and so angry, but Alphys was struggling, too. If she’d paid just a little more attention, maybe she could’ve…

Maybe she’d still be…

Damn it…

Undyne’s not supposed to think that way and she knows it. It’s not ‘healthy,’ or whatever, to dwell on what-ifs and coulda-woulda-shoulda’s, she’s heard that enough times from her shrink.

But the letters make her think stuff like that and maybe that’s why she keeps pretending they’re not there.

She already gets all the updates she needs about the outside world from her visitors, anyway.

Papyrus probably tells her the most.

He comes by every other week, like clockwork, and he yammers on and on about as many of Undyne’s former subjects as he can think of.

It’s nice to know what everybody’s up to, that they’re doing okay, and really the only downside is that he always tries to sneak in a lecture at her in between all the important stuff.

‘Did your best’ this, and ‘forgiven you’ that, she doesn’t wanna hear any of that mushy crap…

Gerson’s a lot easier to deal with, even if he only checks in on her every couple of months.

Undyne doesn’t take it personally, though— he’s the King of All Monsters now, and she knows how busy that job can be.

Either way, he’s not as sappy as Papyrus but he still talks a lot. Mostly about how he’s working on reducing her sentence all the time, and that’s its own kind of annoying.

She tunes out a lot when he starts talking about stuff like getting monsters’ imprisonment counting towards her time served and extenuating circumstances, blah blah blah.

Undyne, uh… actually has no idea how long her sentence still is and how much of it she has left to serve.

It’s not her fault, though, that crap is just so boring!

All she knows is that Gerson keeps threatening that ‘in just a couple years,’ he might be able to officially name her his successor, like that was actually a good idea after how that went the first time.

Undyne knows better than to argue with the old man by now, though.

“Now, listen here, ‘Dynie,” he said last time, “you were a good queen when things were bad, so when things are good, you’re bound to be a greatone!”

She’d scoffed at him, rolling her eye and pointing out, “You still have to dust before I can succeed you, y’know. Aren’t you immortal or something? Fossil.”

“Keep that kinda talk up and I really will live forever, just to mess with ya’! Wa ha ha ha!”

…Crazy old codger.

But his opinion is one that she…

If he wants her to take another shot at the Queen thing, if he thinks she should, then maybe…

Hell, she’s done crazier things.

But she’ll burn that bridge when she gets to it.

Undyne has another visitor today, one who’s never come before, and she’s not sure what to expect.

She’s gotta give him one thing, though: the red glow of his eye, watching her in the darkness of her cell is actually pretty damn spooky.

“Are you here to kill me or what?”

The question makes Sans flinch, and she immediately feels a little guilty for asking it.

It makes her bluster a little, demanding, “Well, what am I supposed to think? Sneaking around in the dead of night like a ninja, all creepy…”

But Sans hadn’t always looked so creepy…had he?

That was Undyne’s fault.

Before everything, Sans had just been Papyrus’ lazy older brother and her absolute worst sentry, with harmless white eye-lights, a whole skull, and a lazy grin.

He never asked to be her executioner and it wasn’t fair to keep trying to pin that role on him.

“How’d you even get in here, anyway?” she wonders.

Finally, Sans speaks. “does it matter?”

……Fair point, she supposes.

“Alright. How about…why are you here?”

Undyne can’t imagine anyone would break into even a minimum security prison without a reason.

“…gotta question for ya,” Sans admits after a moment. “always…always meant to ask. never felt steady enough before.”

She hears the unspoken, ‘but i do now’ and it makes her feel…

Good.

Undyne is glad he’s steady. She’s glad he’s doing better, and she’s even glad for whatever role that…human…spouse of his had in it.

But she’s starting to feel like it’s the letters all over again, that dread of the unknown rearing up in her gut.

………

Fuck that.

“Ask away,” she says, because if there’s anybody she owes answers to, it’s him.

Sans looks her dead in the face and asks, “why’d you take the fall?”

Well.

Somehow the most obvious question he could’ve asked her, and she still didn’t see it coming.

It makes her laugh a little, at herself.

“What,” Undyne chuckles, “you really can’t guess?”

That red light is still locked on her, immobile in its socket. “don’t wanna guess. i wanna hear it.”

And she guesses that’s fair, too, so she bites the bullet.

“Come on,” she says. “We both know I wasn’t the best queen, don’t we? Things were bad and…I wasn’t ready for the responsibility. But that doesn’t really do much for the people who got hurt, does it?”

She knows her meaning is clear, but she gestures towards the glaringly huge hole in Sans’ skull anyway, void-black even in her already-dark room.

The victim of her handiwork just shrugs.

But really, that’s just an explanation for what she did, not an excuse. And even if it were an excuse, Undyne’s not big on those.

“I really hurt you. I know that.”

“ya’ hurt Papyrus, too.”

It’s probably the quickest retort Undyne’s heard out of him since she cracked his skull open. She’s not too surprised it was in defense of his brother.

She rolls her eye, anyway.

“Duh, dude, I was there, I remember. But that was…”

She struggles for a word that won’t make the both of them feel like crap.

“…Fixable.”

She fails.

At least Papyrus’ teeth could be filled in and set straight. With his braces off these days, he looks almost the same as he used to, like that awful fight never even happened.

There isn’t a brace in the world that can put Sans’ head back together, and they both know that it isn’t just a superficial wound.

He has to deal with what Undyne did to him every day of his life.

Sans huffs, something that could almost be a laugh. “so…what? it’s guilt?” he asks. “y’wanted to do my time for me, make things ‘even’?”

Sorta…?

But that’s not everything and she wants him to understand.

“Hey. You used to be friends with Alphys, right?”

“………?” The confusion in his silence is palpable. Eventually he admits, “wouldn’t say ‘friends.’ worked together. knew her.”

“Yeah, good enough. You heard her talking about her history tapes at least once, then.”

“…her…? oh. her anime.” It looks like Sans is wondering if he missed a piece of the conversation somewhere. He obviously has no idea what Undyne’s getting at and it’s almost funny. “what about it?”

There’s no way she could explain it right.

Alphys had such an amazing way with words when she was excited, so passionate and overflowing and there’s just no way Undyne could ever replicate that night she remembers so fondly now.

“O-oh, this next one i-is one of my favorite episodes,” Alphys had gushed, her claw over the PLAY button. The light of the TV was reflecting off her glasses and she’d looked so cute, but Undyne was too chicken to try to hold her hand, so she just kept her mouth shut and let her talk. “It’s, it’s actually really s-sad, but! It’s r-really powerful, too, ‘cause Wan-Wan comes back and, and even after he wrecked Mew-Mew’s school at the beginning of the season, he has a change of heart right before the final battle! And he cuts off his own tail just to heal her and it’s really, really cool because, y’know, it shows that he’s not really a bad guy, he just made a lot of mistakes, but that’s not all he is! He can do good things, too, when they give him the chance to, and he does it even though it hurts him and he can’t fly without both of his tails, but it was something only he could do and that’s just so! It’s really beautiful and important and—……oh jeez, I just…s-spoiled the whole thing, d-didn’t I? Oh no, s-sorry, Undyne…! I-it's still good, I promise, we c-can still watch it, r-right…?”

Undyne does her best to sum up, the memory of Alphys’ shyly reddening scales bringing a tired smile to her face.

“It’s something she told me,” she explains. “There’s some things only you can do, even if it hurts you. And this is my thing.”

She’s not sure Sans understands yet. He’s still just standing there, staring at her, so she keeps going.

“You’re…you’re a good guy, Sans,” Undyne says, as gently as she has in her. “You never wanted to hurt anybody. I knew that. You’re not…like me.”

Because she did want to hurt somebody—anybody, after Frisk did what they did and vanished—and it was not keeping that in check that messed things up for everybody; that made Sans do her job for her.

She still remembers, vividly, the hollow expression on his skull when he stood before her that first time, telling her that he’d secured a human soul. It was a sad look, pained and reluctant, yet…

Determined.

He reminded Undyne so much of Asgore, then. He still does, and it makes it feel even more right that she’s doing this instead of Sans.

“Besides,” she smirks, “you’re way too soft. You’d never survive in jail, not even cushy, rich-human jail! Me, I’m tough as nails, so just…go back home and…let me do this for you, alright?”

By the light of Sans’ eye, Undyne sees a slow smile start to break across his face.

“heh…you gotta way of hammerin’ your point home, don’cha?”

A pun.

Two puns, technically.

Sans must really be doing better these days if he’s punning again.

Good.

Undyne’s grin falls a little when Sans adds something else, though.

“listen. …you were…probably a better queen than ya’ give yourself credit for.” His tone is begrudging, but that just makes her feel more like he actually believes what he’s saying. “just ‘cause it didn’t work out great for me, specifically, doesn’t mean… doesn’t mean there aren’t a whole bunch of monsters out there that really care about you.”

……Oh, stars above, not him, too!

But before Undyne can think of anything to say, Sans and his glowing red eye are gone, leaving her alone in her cell.

Typical Sans.

Undyne flops back on her cot and tries to go to sleep, even though she’s feeling…

She’s not sure.

But the next day, when she sees the letters on her desk… she doesn’t feel the same dread as before.

If what Sans and Papyrus and Gerson said is even a little true, then maybe…maybe whatever’s in there isn’t so bad?

Undyne rummages through the pile, half-heartedly at first, until she find something that sticks out to her.

The stationery is neon pink and smells like perfume…and a little like the dump, honestly. Like water and rusty springs and…stuffing?

It’s familiar, but what really gets her is that it says it’s from Mew-Mew and it’s gotta be a joke, but hell, it has her attention.

Undyne opens it up.

“Dear Undyne,” it reads in a flowing, cursive script, “sweet, strong, violent, perfect Undyne, I hope this letter finds you well! You may not know me, but I have very fond memories of you…”

Missing scene from Fur a Good Time, Call…

A/N: Maybe someday, Undyne will write a letter back to her secret admirer...

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