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jamestrmtx · 4 years ago

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Nineteen | Temmie Village (Part 1 of 2) [First] | [Previous] | [Next]

Song Referenced

Temmiefied Version

Alternate Chapter Title(s): Stand by Me (no duh) or The Corny One With A Song Title Reference, Part 1

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The shopping district’s as busy as the roads you’ve just driven by; food courts are the most bustling with the hour your phone marks: ten minutes past noon. Contraire to her punctual self, Brenda’s running late, though you settle for waiting ten more before sending her a message. You sit by an empty booth and take the last chair available in the row to avoid disturbing those who’re already eating. Then, you pull your planner out and skip through a few pages until you find the right one. Aside from your usual schedule, you had her visiting again this Friday, a meeting with Toriel regarding some plans she wanted to discuss with you on Saturday, and another one with Sans on Sunday to arrange the second step towards homeschooling Frisk while you enrolled them somewhere else.

It’s still hard to read that last one, not for what it was, but for the fact that almost every school you’d tried to sign them up into declined having other guardians aside from you and Jerry to pick them up. They declined Toriel just as much as they declined Undyne, all due to the new rules and regulations set up in schools since the monsters’ arrival. What Toriel wanted to discuss with you was related to that, though you hadn’t been given too many details as to what it was, exactly. You glance back to your phone to see over ten minutes have passed by already, yet Brenda's nowhere to be seen. You start typing up a message, only to be interrupted by her call; the device almost slips off your hands with how abrupt it is.

“H- Hello?” you answer, catching your breath.

She screams an accusation at you, not an ill-minded one per se, but one questioning over why you’d kept information hidden from her.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re that close to him already?” she asks, words jarringly loud. You have to turn down the volume despite it not being set on speakerphone. “So he's going to help you with Frisk? That’s serious boyfriend material, honey!”

Thankfully, she sounds happy.

Still, a correction's deemed necessary.

“What do you mean, Brenda?”

“Auntie Brenda, mind you.”

You huff and bring a hand to the side of your neck, tension consuming it. “Alright, Auntie Brenda… Where are you right now? I don’t have much break time left anymore.”

“Just go ahead and eat, dear. I’ll drive over on the weekend.”

Right as you’re about to complain over her choices, she speaks up again, calmer than before.

“Or why not come over after you have lunch there?” she asks, words cooed. “You work close to him, don't you?”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll stay here.” You can’t help feeling a little sour over her suggestion and with the reminder you’ve waited almost half an hour for her at the mall. With the call, it’s now thirty-five minutes past noon, giving you barely sufficient time for you to eat -- let alone listen to her rambling over how she’d misinterpreted your relationship and how Sans was better than she expected him to be. “You didn’t bother him with questions about his job, right?" you add. "He’s-”

“Why would I? He’s working an office job just like you!"

“He, what?”

You can’t avoid blurting that question out; a blank canvas replaces the image of him working at a hot dog stand. You try to imagine him working an office job, but it's near impossible to. Even if he knew plenty on various subjects, the monotonous yet fast-paced ambience of a desk job didn’t quite fit with your view of who the monster was to you.

“He works an office job, honey. Don’t you know where your own boyfriend works?” You can almost hear her shaking her head, disappointment made known through the blatant change in her voice. “Shame on you!”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and stand up, too vexed to sit still. “That’s not what I meant, Bre- ...Auntie Brenda,” you say, trailing off on your words. “I just… didn’t know he worked two jobs.”

“He does?!”

You lower the volume once more, Brenda's voice taking up a speakerphone quality to it again. Her tone then grows fainter as she questions the skeleton about the legitimacy of your statement. When her voice turns louder, you figure he’s given her an answer -- one you’ve no clue of. If he had two jobs, then you’re not so sure over how she'll be reacting. And if he didn’t, then you’d inadvertently put him on the spot by letting the truth known, something that didn’t really make sense if he was supposed to be working -- or at the very least, ending his lunch break right now.

Feeling it’s going to take a while, you stand in line at one of the fast-food establishments nearest to you; a growl from your stomach reminds you time’s running out. “So what did he say?” you speak up, knowing she’s getting distracted again.

“He does!” she exclaims, almost in a cheer. “Why didn’t you tell me he was that well-off, then? You should marry him now that you’ve got the chance to.”

“Weren’t you scolding me over the opposite barely a week ago?”

“Maybe so, but that was before I knew him better, dear!”

You roll your eyes and sigh, headache worsening. “Alright, I’m hanging up now. Don’t bother him too much, and stop interrupting his-”

“Wait,” she calls, excitement still there. “Have you ever thought of learning more about monsters? There’s a bunch of workshops going on right now… And I figured you could take one, since you’re dating one and all!”

Nearly the time for you to make your order, you let your tone become sterner, hoping to get your point across. “That… That sounds good and all, but I really need to go now. My lunch break’s almost over.”

Brenda huffs. “Fine.” Her voice comes out dragged, and it’s almost possible for you to hear her pouting. “But we need to talk all about this on Friday!”

“Sure. See you then.”

“Farewell, dear!”

You hang up, slip your phone back in your pocket, and turn to the register when you’re done, right on time to make your order.

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Breathe in, breathe out.

You repeat that sentence along with those actions as you clock out of work, more than ready to relax, but less than capable of with how much you've left to resolve.

Before turning off the computer, you click on your boss's e-mail for a third time today and read it once more.

>> Come to my office as soon as you're done with your shift for the day. I'll be waiting. – Sent from my ayPhone <<

You huff and glance at the pills on your desk. Despite these being given to you by the doctor herself, you're trying not to take them as often as the instructions on the bottle tell you to. You don't want to grow dependent on them, yet -- at the same time -- it's nearly impossible for you to go by your usual routine without having the repercussions of not taking them delay your progress. The side-eyes and looks some of your co-workers offer you on occasion reveal they're not too thrilled by the idea of having someone in your state around, either. Dizziness takes over and your headache worsens; they're enough for your body to finally give in, causing you to stumble out of your desk chair and direct all gazes on you.

Breathe in, breathe out.

It's just as impossible trying to ignore everyone, and it's even more difficult trying to stand up without making a complete fool of yourself.

Breathe in, breathe-

A hand's offered out to you; you accept it, yet you refuse to look at the person until you're back to your feet.

When you do look up, you recognize who the person is in an instant. It's the same man Sans had taken a picture with the day you first met. His hair looks different, but his face and clothing style remain the same. His hand stays holding yours until you assure him you're capable of standing straight again, and even then he still has his doubts. A subtle frown shows on his visage, fueled by concern.

"Are you alright, or should I call someone?" he asks, forehead creasing. "That fall looked pretty serious."

"I'm alright," you reply, managing a smile. You're still dizzy, the headache has only grown worse, and having people still looking in your direction doesn't help much with any of that, either. Even so, having him by your side along with a few other, approachable co-workers helps with bringing you back down to earth and allows you to find some more stability before going to meet with your boss.

"Excuse me, (L/N), but…"

You turn to the voice to see a woman -- tall, pale-skinned, and dark-haired -- offering you your phone. It takes some time, but you're able to recognize her as one of the few co-workers you spent your lunch break with before Frisk went missing. She's as professional as ever, and her formality still shows subtly through speech, yet it doesn't erase how warm and genuine her tone sounds. "Your phone broke with the fall." She pulls her hand back as soon as you have the device in your hold; her body language reveals she has a hunch in terms of just how 'alright' you really are, and what a twice-broken phone in less than a year could do to your current, physical and mental state alike. "It seems like it still works though, since it was ringing just a minute ago."

"Thank you." You turn it on to view a cracked screen. The update Alphys gave it appears to have made it more durable, based on how minor the damages are compared to the first time it fell. You're capable of unlocking it and even checking your notifications to notice you've got a few unread messages from Brenda and Frisk's school, coupled with a missed call from Sans. That last one is harder to take in. He already knew what hour you clocked out, and he had enough common sense and decency not to call you unless it was an emergency -- unlike Brenda, who didn't really know how to read the room, and Frisk's school, which called only when it was absolutely necessary. "I, uh…" You're not sure on what to do first. Brenda could be easily set aside with what she did during your lunch break, but the same couldn't be said for everything else.

Breathe in, breathe out.

You flinch at the sudden sensation of needles on your forehead and a dizziness so strong and wild, it makes your stomach far too queasy for you to manage with. Still, you combat that feeling by grabbing some gum from your belongings, taking a few, and chewing them all at once. The sharp taste and scent of mint helps wash away nausea, yet the dizziness persists.

"Do you want us to take you home, (L/N)?" the man from earlier asks, sounding more concerned than before. Meanwhile, the woman approaches you with some water, one you accept and drink as quickly as it falls in your hands. They both help sit you down on a different desk chair -- one without wheels to prevent you from falling over again. Most have left, while some stay and try to offer more aid. Your boss stands by the exit, arms crossed, stance firm, and face hard to read with how bad your symptoms have turned. "Or maybe accompany you to the bus stop, at least? You shouldn't drive in these conditions."

"It's…"

Your eyes fall on your phone again, tempted to make a decision.

With your priorities now changed to the subject of your health, you set Frisk's school aside with the knowledge they're with Toriel at this hour and forget about the meeting with your boss, aware she's already seen you from a distance. Only his name remains; truthfully, you'd rather limit how much time you spent with him, knowing what the opposite did to your heart and mind alike. You hesitate and stare blankly for a short while before you click on his missed call. One tap and two rings is all that's needed for you to reach him. It takes a second for you to answer back at him, half as much as it takes for your hand to stop shaking and for your voice to gain a better semblance of strength. It's too late to hang up now -- and his call could likely be an emergency -- so you continue forward with it.

"You don't sound too great. Everythin' okay?"

"About that…"

You share some words with him and refuse to tell him of your situation until he gives you his own reason for calling you at this hour.

"...Why did you call me?"

"It's about Frisk, but it ain't an emergency or anythin' -- it's good news, actually."

"Then why did y-"

"Listen, I don't mean to be harsh or nosy, but you sound awful right now. I can give you all the answers you need later, but could ya tell me what's wrong?"

You heave a small breath and look at the time, along with the hour of his missed call. He made it around eleven minutes past the end of your shift, so it wasn't exactly interrupting your job, but you're not sure how to interpret his call and the fact it was his first occasion calling you so close to your work schedule. Even if you were overthinking it, you didn't want to overlook anything, either. And then again, the state you're in isn't really the best for you to be questioning every little thing about your relationship with him -- at the moment, of course. "I feel sick. Kind of similar to that day at the hospital." You decide to be earnest, regardless of how dry your throat feels and how fast your heart goes. "I, well…"

"Want me to pick you up?"

Your ears turn hot while your hands do the opposite. "Y- Yeah…" Your chest tightens and your words grow faint, until you continue with, "I need your help, teddy bear."

"Teddy bear?" he asks, chuckling.

"You're calling me puddin' now, aren't you? You're a teddy bear in my eyes, then."

"I wonder why."

You smile.

"...See you in a bit?"

"'Course. I should be there in ten minutes max."

"Thank you."

With that, you say your farewells and hang up.

Now left to wait, you put your phone away, pick up the rest of your belongings, and stay with the company of your two co-workers as you make it to the exit. Your boss is still waiting next to it, yet she steps aside as do other people standing nearby, providing you with space to pass by. She says nothing, so you stop for a second, only to have her nod for you to carry on walking.

"Come to my office as soon as you recover, (L/N)."

That's the only thing she says as the door closes, leaving you with one co-worker by your left and the other by your right, both waiting in case you were to fall over again.

Breathe in, breathe out.

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Small but Important™ Q&A regarding healthcare and whether it's American-based or not

To clarify for everyone else possibly having that same doubt, based on a question made by a reader in terms of Chapter Six and Seven's events:

All healthcare/medical attention mentioned in this story is based off my country, meaning it's either free or at the very least, affordable enough that you don't have to choose between an Uber or an overpriced weewoo vehicle in case of a medical emergency.

For example: I pay only $10 for 4 different medicines I'm meant to take, 3 which are for a lifetime (example: thyroiditis), and the only thing my insurance doesn't cover is optometry, which is around $300 to $500 a year for a full exam and prescription!

Tl;dr: It isn't. There's no debt here so far, lol.

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loser-writings · 5 years ago

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HC || Fandoms they were in

This is pretty much just a crack drabble since I am currently attempting to catch up to all of the requests! Thank you for being Patient with me!

Dabi

This gremlin knows what Homestuck is and can’t stand the fact that he understands the references Toga makes to it. Also possibly one of the few who has actually read homestuck on this list, and won’t hesitate to correct Toga or Shigaraki if they fuck up a fact.

He also really is into The Walking Dead. You can’t tell me that Kurogiri doesn’t have a TV set up somewhere in the bar so he and Shigaraki can sit and watch. This does end up with the majority of the league having a once a week get together where Jin gets Pizza, Toga gets several boxes of soda for them, and Shigaraki sets up everything.

Denki Kaminari

This bitch was into homestuck. Like he wasn’t just into homestuck, he was INTO homestuck. Most likely one of those kids that used to jump on Omegle in a shitty cosplay for those homestuck Omegle cosplay meets the fandom used to do. He also totally has a genderbent Nepeta cosplay, a Dave strider cosplay, and a Jake cosplay SOMEWHERE. Most likely to accidentally wear a homestuck shirt to class.

Never once picked up a Harry Potter book or watched the movie, but you know this kid has a hufflepuff robe in his closet and some hufflepuff merch. He doesn’t know shit about the actual canon since he is just there to vibe

Really into Kpop. BTS, Blackpink, ITZY, EXO, Ikon, BlockB, BigBang minus Seungri cause he is icky, SuperJunior, NCT, WINNER, Got7, Red Velvet, (F)x, and more. Like you can’t tell me this guy doesn’t listen to girl groups and shit like BTS. (His bias has to be J-hope) He also bops with Mina the most. These two also most likely post dance covers of the songs to instagram and TikTok, so they have quite the following. (But their best video was their “Boy In love” cover they did with Kirishima, Deku, Shoto,Jirou, Momo, and Bakugo.)

This kid was also into Five nights at Freddy. He owns all of the games and will still play them with the Bakusquad, but he is pretty quiet about this fandom just because of how BULLIED he was for enjoying it.

LOVES Danganronpa too. Bakusquad do a weekly game night and they all went through all of the games. Let’s just say Denki cried a LOT at the deaths. Like a lot. (He may have a few cosplays of his own too)

Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima liked Supernatural just because of how manly Sam and Dean are. Like fuck yeah, he wants a chevy impala too cause it is a beautiful car and wants to know how to protect yourself from shit like demons and angels. He never did much besides watch the show, cry a lot, and try to draw the characters. (Also he had a crush on Dean just cause of how badass and manly he is, but nobody can blame him)

He totally sat and watched Denki play Undertale, so he knows all about it. His favorite character is Undyne and he actually cried when they beat her in Genocide mode cause holy shit dude. That sucked. Oh and Sans. Fuck Sans.

He enjoys Kpop and will listen to it with the Bakusquad. He really admires BTS for how much of an impact they have made not only on his friends, but also the world itself and you can’t tell me that this guy doesn’t think the world of Kim Namjoon. Like he listens to Mono on repeat and is such a big RM fanboy. Also really likes Bigbang (He thinks Daesungs voice is so nice and will sleep to his singing if he could), and Kyungsoo is his favorite in Exo. Cried when Bigbang started coming back from the Military, and cried harder when Kyungsoo had to leave.

Danganronpa is a game he really enjoyed with his friends and will even replay from time to time. He gravitates towards the really manly characters, but some others have spots in his heart. Mondo, Sakura, Gundham, Nekomaru, Kaito, and Gonta were his favorites. Let’s just say the game didn’t treat him well.

Fumikage Tokoyami

He ended up picking up the Harry Potter books and fell in love with the world itself. You can’t tell me this guy doesn't have a limited edition trunk set of the books hidden in plain sight. Like everyone thinks that the trunk holds something like crystals or some bones or knives but nah. It’s just his Harry potter books. Oh and Midnight totally gave him a Ravenclaw scarf around the holidays. You can’t tell me otherwise.

Death note? Death note. Only to episode 25 though. 25 happened and he just hasn’t continued watching cause it isn’t the fucking same.

Hitoshi Shinsou

Shinsou liked Supernatural for a while, but he eventually lost interest. He did his best to also never get involved with much of the fandom since it honestly scared him a bit, but his fear didn’t stop him from posting some theories into discussion boards.

He listens to Kpop a bit since he hangs out with Denki a lot and found out he really enjoys Ikon, BlockB, BTS,

Bitch was in the Creepypasta Fandom. Like not even the good ones, he was into Jeff the killer and Eyeless jack and all of those ones. Sure, he would listen to the others and read the crappy ones, but he had a phase he is mildly ashamed of now.

This kid loves everything relating to Stephen King. He will have conversations with Aizawa and Hizashi about the books, and they all agree that Kings writing can rather be extremely amazing, or be the equivalent of a 13 year old attempting to write smut for the first time. It’s so damn funny to him

Hizashi Yamada

He has read all of the harry potter books and actually enjoys them quite a bit, but he tries not to let that show too much. He does have a Slytherin lanyard that holds his keys though that Denki had mentioned. It managed to get Mic off track for the class period when he started discussing the books with the students (Mainly Izuku, Tokoyami, and Denki)

He watches The walking dead with Aizawa

Actually bops to Kpop after the Bakusquad introduces it to him. Massive RM fanboy so he and Kirishima will occasionally go off about how admirable and badass he is. Like RM taught himself english just from watching Friends??? And Hizashi admires that so much. He also loves diving deeper into their lyrics since they normally have such good meanings.

Izuku Midoriya

Oh he loves Harry potter so damn much. He has the books on his shelf, a Gryffindor robe in his closet, a full uniform, and several wands. He is such a nerd so you can’t tell me he doesn’t have a special notebook that has notes on the spells, character analysis, and a variety of different facts.

Really enjoys listening to BTS! He doesn’t know much about other kpop groups, but he really enjoys dancing with Mina and Denki (even if Izuku has 2 left feet and struggles with dancing)

Had a Dragonball phase. Like this kid loVEs Dragonball. It’s actually one of the reasons why he and Katsuki grew to be friends since they both watched the show. They would talk about how they would beat Frieza or the Ginyu squad all of the time.

Katsuki Bakugo

This bastard finds himself actually enjoying Kpop after Mina and Denki go off about their favorite bands, and he really finds himself enjoying BTS, Day6, and SHINee.

Danganronpa was a game he experienced with his friends and FUCK was it an adventure for him. He got really invested with the story and for a while, the Bakusquad chat was active as hell because of all of the theories he had. He fucking HATED Byakuya, actually shed some tears for Fuyuhikos’ character development and Gundhams death, and was about to throw hands during the 4th chapter of V3. It was a Rollercoaster of emotions, but he loved every moment of it.

This kid had a Dragonball Z phase. No shit he would wake up, watch an episode of Goku screaming, and then go out to play. Honestly this routine started when he was 5 and he will still occasionally watch it. He still loves Dragonball, and he totally has a collection of dragonballs somewhere.

After Shoto and Momo watch Rupauls Drag race in the Common room, He gets hooked. His dad is a fashion designer, so he finds himself really enjoying the fashion aspect of the show as well as the makeup part of it all. He actually does Minas’ makeup occasionally and once people start finding out, he becomes their makeup artist. The girls makeup, and occasionally he will do drag makeup on the guys if they ask. Sometimes the Drag viewing parties start by Bakugo doing everyones makeup and then ordering Pizza.

Mina Ashido

Mina fucking loves to dance and everybody knows that, so it’s no surprise that she manages to nail every damn Kpop she does. She really loves the variety of dances and she can match every vibe. A dance in heels? Shes got it. Hip hop? Oh hell yeah. Cute? Sure! Badass? Shes got this. She is really just a bop.

Danganronpa was an EXPERIENCE for her. She absolutely adored the cases that needed to be solved, cried at the characters, and adored the game. She totally cosplayed Tsumugi with Cospox once or twice with Denki just for giggles sake.

Totally was heads over heels for Ouran Highschool Host club. She thought the anime was so damn precious (She adores Hikaru) and was so sad that there hasn’t been a 2nd season, so she bought all of the manga.

Momo Yaoyorozu

She is a Kpop fan! She totally could be an idol since she can sing pretty well, has the face for it, can dance pretty well! Her favorite thing is rapping though. You can’t say that Momo wouldn’t be able to write some bad bitch raps and pull them off with ease. With her, Mina, Jirou, and Ochaco, they make one HELL of a Girl Group. They love to do covers of Blackpink, Red Velvet, CherryBullet, ITZY, and Mamamoo covers. Her biases have to be Jennie, Irene and Moonbyul.

Tamaki Amajiki

Flipped through homestuck when it started, really never got into it but admired the work people put into their cosplays. Knows basic character names and that buckets should be feared.

He actually used to really like My little Pony! He would NEVER call himself a brony, but he really enjoyed the show. He only watched a couple of seasons, but the show itself was pretty relaxing and managed to calm him down when he was feeling anxious. If anybody ever knew he had a my little pony phase though (And still actually will watch it from time to time) he might just die from embarrassment.

Want to play Legend of Zelda? Well Tamaki is your guy to talk to about it. He might start rambling and will completely forget about his anxiety for a moment before realizing how nerdy he sounds. He has a gamecube in his dorm to play Twilight princess and Ocarina of time, He has a Wii for Skyward sword, and god did this kid lock himself in his room when breath of the wild came out. He can speedrun it like none other (Seriously, if he let’s you watch him, you will be fucking surprised by how amazing he is.)

Gotta throw in Teen Titans. Seeing Beast boy use his power in so many badass ways gave him some pretty cool ideas for his own quirk.

Oh and Rupauls Drag race. Nobody would expect him to be a fan of drag race, but he actually does enjoy watching the goofy drama. If you’re dating, you better expect weekly Drag race with him. It’s pretty funny to watch him enjoy the show. Sometimes he gasps, laughs or bites his lip, eyes hooked to the screen.

Shoto Todoroki

Another motherfucker who could EASILY be an Idol if he wanted to be. He actually really enjoys Kpop after Momo introduced it to him. They both often bop to it together when they study or hang out. He is also most likely to be the one recording the dancing videos or editing them too since he really enjoys helping out the girls.

Want to watch him nerd out? Watch the classic Godzilla movies with him. Like HOLY SHIT does this man love the 50s-70s Godzilla movies. Bring him a box set and he will rather hug you really tight or run to grab blankets from his room cause this dude ADORES these movies. (Especially the mothra one. Like he will cling to you, thank you over and over again, and watch them with almost childlike glee.)

This bitch bops with Rupauls Drag race. He really enjoys makeup and has debated on trying drag himself (Not that anybody would know that) but it’s kind of shocking to see that he is the one that started the Weekly Rupauls Drag Race viewing in the UA Dorms.

Yugi Aoyama

His mother used to read Harry Potter to him to help him sleep when he was a child so he naturally knows a lot about it. He knows he is a Slytherin and when Izuku thought about it, it made sense. He is pretty arrogant and wants to impress with his upbringing and french lineage. He also makes it pretty hard to get to know him personally, so Izuku makes a note that he is a Slytherin.

Likes Kpop, but isn’t SUPER into it like Denki or Mina. He likes listening to BTS and Exo and his Biases are Seokjin and Chanyeol.

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kytea · 5 years ago

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The True Nature of Deltarune

Deltarune Chapter 1 has been out for over a year now, and being the big UT/DR fan that I am, I’ve been slowly mulling over both games, reading many fan theories and putting together my own interpretation of what I believe the nature and goal of Deltarune will be. This will be a long one so grab some popcorn, put on your matpat hats and click to keep reading!

So what is Deltarune? Is it a sequel to Undertale? Is it a prequel? Is it an alternate universe? Is it the coming of age story of a bunch of teens? Is it a complex meta-narrative on the nature of video games?

The answer is yes to all of the above. And to begin delving into this we must first understand the creator of this game: Toby Fox.

I won’t toot Toby’s Fox’s horn too much, we all know how talented and hardworking he is, but he’s also very emotionally perceptive and empathic. His general disposition is reminiscent of avant-garde artists that push the boundaries of artistic creation in a medium.

Toby loves mysteries, and in the early version of Undertale there was an included file that disparaged hackers and went on to say that it’s difficult to add mysteries in games these days due to data miners and such.

Thankfully, this did not stop Toby from lovingly adding quite a few big mysteries to Undertale that have yet to be resolved. Knowing Toby and his strong desire to share his story, a story that according to him, kept him awake at night:

“For the past 3 years I've been waking up in the middle of the night unable to go back to sleep because I've been thinking about the scenes that happen in the game. Even though so many details are still hazy, I really want to show you the things I've been thinking about.That's really my only reason for making this game. If I don't show you what I'm thinking, I'll lose my mind.“

I don’t believe Toby will let these mysteries go unanswered, and it is here that we can begin to understand what Deltarune is about.

The Mystery of W.D. Gaster

Truly, the biggest mystery of Undertale is that of W.D. Gaster: former royal scientist, creator of the CORE and the Determination Extraction machine.

A player can go through the entirety of Undertale multiple times and never even hear word of Gaster’s existence. This is because all the events that pertain to him are hidden behind a value in the game’s files known as the “FUN value”. Outside of actually manipulating this file manually yourself, it is, to the average player, random. The FUN value can trigger multiple different events throughout the game, some of which include running into “Followers of Gaster” or even Gaster himself.

While the latter has nothing to say before he “boings” out of existence, the former Followers all tell an eerie tale of a scientist who fell into his own creation and was scattered across time and space.

But hold on. Time and space? Why does that sound familiar?

Ah yes, during the Sans battle he speaks about an “massive anomaly in the timespace continuum”.

And during this battle Sans says a lot of other cryptic things without context, for example, he laments not being able to “go back” somewhere. But where or when is he referring to?

He mentions how he and others were monitoring time-lines and their readings showed them stopping and starting, jumping left and right, and eventually ending. Who was he monitoring these readings with? This all seems incredibly scientific and sci-fi, I thought Sans was just a silly skeleton, is he some kind of time cop? (he does have a “badge” in his workshop) He also uses skeletal weapons known as “Gaster Blasters”.

What…? Gaster Blaster?

Okay, now we KNOW Sans DEFINITELY has some connection to this mysterious scientist W.D. Gaster, but what? Well, for starters W.D. Gaster is short for Wing Dings Gaster, a type of font that he also speaks in.

Who else is named after and speaks in specific font types? Sans and Papyrus of course!

Furthermore, in the concept sketches for Papyrus, Toby wrote and redacted parts of a message that says: “has a brother named comic sans and a [BLANK] named [BLANK]”.

Who is this mysterious redacted person and what is their relationship to Sans and Papyrus? The easy money is on a family member, and for sake of argument lets use the prediction most of the fandom has already concluded and accepted: that Sans and Papyrus have a father named Gaster.

So Sans and Papyrus have a long lost father that was a scientist. This explanation would begin to explain why Sans has a weapon named after him, and why he wanted to “go back” to some place or time, perhaps in an effort to save him from his fate.

There’s a hidden event in Undertale where if you reset after listening to Sans speak about LOVE and EXP in a pacifist route, and initiate the conversion a couple of times in a row, he’ll catch on by the expression your face that you’ve heard it before and will surmise that you’re a time traveller and give you secret code words to tell his past self.

This will lead to him giving you the key to his room which ends up just being a prank at first.

But then you find a key to the secret workshop/basement hidden behind his house.

Once you enter the workshop, you’ll find some blueprints written in symbols you can’t read (wing dings?) and a curtain covering a machine that doesn’t seem to be working, among other things.

Toby Fox tweeted a message regarding this machine a few days after Undertale’s release around the time people were figuring out FUN values and the secrets surrounding Sans and Gaster.

“You’ve all seen the happiest outcome. Neither of them could fix the machine, no matter how hard they tried. No one can.”

This tweet seems to imply that if the machine could be fixed that Undertale could have a happier outcome.

And this my friends, is the gateway to the nature of Deltarune.

Deltarune, according to Toby Fox, is a game for players that have completed Undertale. But what does it mean to complete Undertale, and I mean, TRULY complete it? Toby often expressed that he wasn’t happy with how people told others how to play the game, that it is best played completely blind. Having played Undertale blind myself, and having watched others do the same, the natural way the game is meant to progress is that first players will experience the Neutral Ending, followed by the Pacifist Ending, and Finally the Genocide ending. This is because the game cruelly plays against your expectations of how an RPG should work and this almost guarantees that you will kill at least one monster your first play through. As if the fact that the fight button is always the default position in battle isn’t enough, in the early parts of the game you are told that you may need to weaken a monster before you can spare them. This naturally brings to mind the systems of Pokémon, where you have the best chance to catch a Pokémon if it’s at low health. Well, if you try this during the Toriel fight, as most do, you’ll find that as soon as you get close to critical health, you’ll instantly kill her.

Poor goat mama..

Difficulty-wise, the neutral route is the most easy, because you can level up a little and gain more HP. The Pacifist route is a bit harder because your HP is lower, but with the experience you gain from the previous route, it should prove no problem. Finally the Genocide route is the most difficult because it takes a concerted effort that implies knowledge of the previous routes to kill every single monster.

So an ideal Deltarune player has knowledge of all three main routes of Undertale, and may have experienced or heard of Gaster.

Is this player you? If so, ask yourself, what would a “happier outcome” look like to you? And be honest. Many fans in the Undertale community have already answered this question in the form of fanworks. Some of the most common elements among them are as follows:  

1) Frisk and all the monsters are free from the Underground and living on the surface with humans.

2) Asriel is revived.

3) Gaster is revived.

4 )Chara is revived.

The revival of Asriel, Chara, and Gaster are the undisputed holy grails in terms of happiest endings that the UT community dreams of and creates endless fan works to explore the possibilities. Toby knows this well.

Using a speech pattern attributed to Gaster, Toby teased the release of Deltarune Chapter 1

“I LOOK FORWARD TO CREATING A NEW FUTURE WITH YOU.” stands out quite a bit to me as the prospect of a “happier outcome” is already tied to Gaster and Sans, now a “new future” is connected.

And when Deltarune released, and fans had a chance to play it, they found:

1) All the monsters are free and living on the surface.

2) Asriel is alive and well and living his best life.

3) A voice with the same speech pattern as Gaster (based on Japanese text) brought you to this world and attempted to give your own vessel before…

4)…a voice with the same speech pattern as Chara (also based on Japanese text) discarded it.

Right off the bat Toby seems to have given fans what they wanted, a perfect future ending. But as you continue to play, you begin to realize that this may not be the world you dreamed of.

First, while all the monsters are living on the surface, they aren’t the same people from Undertale, for example: Undyne has never met Alphys, and the amalgamates that went to live with their families at the end of Undertale are deceased in this world. And while Asriel is alive, it’s not THE Asriel we were so determined to save in Undertale.

Gaster’s presence permeates Deltarune so thoroughly it would take awhile to point out every example, but it seems clear that he’s present in some form.

And Chara? You only need to see the ending cutscene of chapter 1 to know that they are around in a similar fashion as when they possess Frisk in the True Pacifist after a Genocide ending.

But their presence is also present in subtle ways. For example, if you attempt to play the piano in the hospital in Hometown and then speak to the receptionist, she comments that Kris’ playing isn’t the same as usual (Likely due to our control), but it seems that Chara may be good at piano. Interestingly, on the cover artwork for the official Undertale Piano Collection 2 book, Frisk can be seen holding a knife playing a key on a piano in the judgement hall filled with bones.

So for better or worse, what appears to be the original Chara and Gaster from Undertale are present in Deltarune, in some meta form or another. And maybe that’s the key: “Meta-characters”. After all, you yourself as a player are a “Meta-character”. You can ask the inhabitants of this new world questions that only someone with knowledge of a True Pacifist route would have, such as being able to ask Undyne about Alphys. Asking her this only makes sense if you yourself completed a True Pacifist route before playing Deltarune.

Ralsei, the lonely prince.

Toby being the trickster dog he is, he didn’t just give us 1 Asriel and call it a day, no he gave us 2.

Ralsei is quite clearly meant to be a version of Asriel because not only do they have similar or identical dialogues, but he was also was meant to look more like him before Toby decided to give him his Black Mage look.

There are even strong parallels obviously meant to create an emotional response and connect Ralsei to the feelings people had for Asriel in Undertale by giving the players the option to hug him.

Ralsei is quite the mystery on his own. And while he’s most certainly sweet and lovable, there’s undeniably some disconcerting things about him such as:

-Why does he know Kris and Susie’s names?

-Who did he learn the prophecy from? “Foretold by time and space” isn’t a good answer (or is it?).

-What did he say to Kris when the player SOUL wasn’t present in the prison?

-When he’s KO’d in battle, what does he become? Apparently he can still eat to regain HP when in this shrunken form.

Ralsei seemed to be under the impression that violence wasn’t needed in this world, but upon nearly being defeated by the King after mistakenly healing him, Ralsei says “This isn’t a world where kindness always wins, is it?”

The way he says this seems to imply he knows of other worlds and that they have different rules. Perhaps he comes from a world where someone being kind to everyone they met had great results?

There are definitely things that Ralsei is not telling us, whether this means he’s up to no good will remain to be seen, however, I would like to take this opportunity to make a prediction based on the previous understanding that the original Chara and Gaster are present in this new world in meta forms, and assert that Undertale Asriel, the final piece of the perfect ending puzzle is present in Deltarune in his own meta-character form of Ralsei. Perhaps the form he shrinks into when KO’d is one we know well...

There is that unused Flowey face...

Add glasses and a hat and...

but that’s just a game theory!

And I can't help but wonder about the dark heart on Ralsei's chest and this merchandise in the Deltarune section of fangamer that specifically features a quote from Undertale about the prophecy of Delta Rune (that turns out to be about Asriel in the TP ending, and Chara in the Genocide ending) "There is a prophecy. The Angel... The One Who Has Seen The Surface... They will return. And the underground will go empty."

It's also the Deltarune game logo

Because the merchandise is called Darkheart, it made me immediately think of the dark heart on Ralsei's chest, and having an Undertale quote about Asriel/Chara makes it all the more mysterious...

Regardless, in just the first chapter of Deltarune, the elements of the “happier outcome” connected to Sans’ machine are present. But how do they all connect? Well, let’s look at the other characters in Deltarune, starting with:

Lancer

Oh Baby Santa Claus, how we love you so. It’s hard to overlook how similar Lancer is to Sans. They’re both hilarious in their own way, both ride bikes, have similar color-schemes, both have a love for tomato-based products, and both have some scientific/engineering affinity (Sans and his workshop, Lancer and his “Lancer Industries”).

But that’s not all, the door to Sans’ room is identical to the warp doors found in the Dark World that Lancer hails from, and Sans’ warp ability also makes the same sound effect as these doors as well.

Lancer is a member of the FUN gang (remember the FUN value?), that, as far as we know currently, has 3 other members besides himself: Kris, Ralsei, and Susie (with the possibility of Noelle and others in the future).

Speaking of Susie, her name (or a version of it) popped up in Undertale prior to Deltarune’s release when the game was released on the Switch. By speaking to the Gaster Follower “Clamgirl”, you can learn of a girl named “Suzy”, that you will meet her soon, and that “in life’s grand scheme, she might be why you came here in the first place...”

Upon receiving this dialogue, checking the drawers in Sans workshop will reveal a card with a drawing of 3 people smiling and the words “don’t forget”.

“Don’t Forget” is the vocal theme of Deltarune sung by Laura Shigihara, and the melody from the ending verse,“Don’t forget, I’m with you in the dark.”, is leitmotifed throughout the entire Deltarune chapter 1 OST. The connections between Sans, the FUN gang, Gaster, and by extension Undertale and Deltarune are quite apparent. Perhaps the actions of the FUN gang in the Deltarune world will have an affect on the FUN value in Undertale.

Based on all the evidence we have now, I am going to make a bold prediction:

Lancer is literally a younger Sans.

That’s right, Toby Fox made Baby Sans before Disney and Sega made Baby Yoda and Baby Sonic.

Deltarune’s Dark World is the past from the perspective of Sans and Gaster (or a recreation of it). How Lancer becomes Sans will likely be a very large part of Deltarune’s narrative, and once he becomes Sans, he will exist as a separate meta entity that can traverse different worlds, even if versions of himself already exist in some form there (similar to Ralsei and Asriel).

We’ve seen that if characters are exposed to elements that make it clear they live in a video game world, whether this be Determination for humans and Flowey, a time-space accident for Gaster, or a strange man whispering to Jevil, these characters become something wholly different, more powerful, and begin to become more similar to players with the ability to SAVE, RESET, or use abilities that seem beyond the scope of the game (e.g. Photoshop Flowey, Jevil’s ability to speak, etc). Undertale and Deltarune are video games about video games.

So if it is to be believed that Gaster is Sans’ father, and that Lancer is a younger Sans, then it stands to logical reason that whoever Lancer’s father is, that they must be Gaster.

No, not the King, there is another. A “Lesser-dad”.

Yes, Rouxls Kaard.

“GOD DAMNIT”

Rouxls Kaard, or “Rules Card”, or if you rearrange his name “A Dark Soul Rx”, wait, Rx as in prescription? As in a doctor? Dark Soul as in Mr. Darkness Gaster himself? Too much of a stretch? Maybe. Although you can’t deny they have similar appearances.

If Rouxls Kaard is Gaster, and therefore the father of Sans and Papyrus, then he’s undeniably similar to one of his sons. Rouxls Kaard seems to be quite passionate about puzzles, (despite not having a natural predilection to them). I could see Papyrus gaining an affinity for puzzles by being raised by such an individual, they both have quite flamboyant personalities. And let’s not forget that there are also hints that Rouxls Kaard may be inclined to creating scientific devices such as the “Control Crowne” he uses to control K.Round.

Hmm, controlling other people… sounds familiar to what we the player are doing to Kris… and who was it that was initially going to give us control of a vessel before we lost said control to Chara’s intervention? Control seems to play a big part in Deltarune doesn’t it?

Also, isn’t his manner of speech is reminiscent of a silly ye olde knight. Wait, wasn’t there a Knight causing trouble in the Dark World? Hm.

So something is going to turn Lancer and Rouxls Kaard into Sans and Gaster, respectively.

Now remember the CORE that Gaster built? This one?

It turns geothermal energy into magical electricity via an unknown means with one of the byproducts being ozone, which is corrosive and could potentially make someone very melty. This is what it looks like on the inside.

Lots of blues of varying hues with white accents. Kinda reminds me of Rouxls Kaard and the other “card” people’s color schemes.

What a coincidence! Oh and apparently the layout of the CORE can be re-arranged or something:

"I work at the CORE. The inside is a maze made of swappable parts... That means we can shuffle the layout at will." - Hotland NPC

Almost sounds like a sliding puzzle…

Finally, Gaster is referred to as “The man who speaks in hands”, likely due to his Wing Dings font that contains a lot of hand symbols, however, it isn’t a stretch to also apply that epithet to Rouxls Kaard, after all, the Rules Card speaks in hands as well. Hands of cards.

Susie

Can’t forget Susie. Unfortunately, there’s not much we can say about how her role in all this will play yet. If we are to believe that the “Suzy” that Clamgirl references is Susie, then it’s clear that she’ll be key, perhaps as a catalyst for all the big changes some characters will need to undergo...

I will say that I think it’s interesting that toby specifically has a character in Hometown comment that humans are made of blood (and implying the monsters are not),

and Susie says:

“Everybody bleeds, right?”

From our understanding of monsters in Undertale, monsters don’t bleed, they turn to dust. But, maybe Darkners can bleed. If we believe Sans is a Darkner, it may explain this:

It could be ketchup. It could be a Darkner thing. Lancer does mention blood casually. But if only humans and Darkners bleed, then why would a monster like Susie say “everybody bleeds”?

So what is Deltarune you ask? I think it’s:

1) A story about Sans, Papyrus, and Gaster’s past and future. We get to experience their past in the Dark World, and speak with their future selves in the Light World. But these future versions of Sans and Papyrus may not be as far into the future as the Sans and Papyrus we meet in Undertale. Remember, Sans had an Ice-E’s crossword in Undertale? Ice-E’s-P’E’zza is a restaurant in Hometown. Papyrus may also be younger than he was in Undertale because Sans, an adult who runs a grocery store, thinks a teen like Kris should hang with his little brother, and it would be “weird” if he were there with them.

2) A story about post-Undertale Asriel, Chara, and Gaster. Asriel/Flowey maintains his new form as Ralsei thanks to the power of the Dark Fountain. He now lives in what is/was Sans’ childhood home. Whether he knows this or remembers the events of Undertale is unknown, but it is my belief that he holds a deep connection to the Asriel we all wished to save. Chara resides within Kris in a similar manner as they did at the ending of a UT True Pacifist Ending after surrendering the red SOUL to them in a Genocide ending. Does this mean that Kris’s body or “vessel” is Frisk? This seems to be heavily implied by Kris’ outfit taking on the same color scheme as Frisk’s UT shirt while in the Dark World.

3) A coming of age story for a bunch of teens. Kris, Susie, Ralsei, Noelle, Lancer, and all the friends that may join on their adventures are still people regardless of what grand meta narrative is at play involving the nature of their reality. They still need to go to school, fall in love, and worry about growing up and going to university. Noelle will undoubtedly play a large role with Toby’s tease of her as “Lost Girl”, and considering how attached most of the community has already gotten to these characters, it hurts my heart to think about what may befall them as they try their best to live their lives. Does this mean Deltarune’s world is doomed? I hope not... but those save file screens sure are creepypasta...

“IT WAS AS IF IT WAS NEVER THERE AT ALL.”

4) A story about video games and the control (or lack thereof) we have over them. It’s quite clear that we, the player controlling the red soul, is able to influence this new world based on knowledge from Undertale that should have no barring. For example, we can name “Onionsan” who has forgot their own name. One of the options is “Onion”, but why? Is it because we know their name is Onionsan in Undertale? How do we even know if that is actually what this version of them is really named?

Deltarune is so close to the perfect Undertale ending we wanted, but it’s just a little bit wrong. Would it hurt to force Undyne and Alphys to meet and fall in love? To get Toriel and Asgore back together? To make Bratty and Catty friends? If you were given the option in game to do it, would you do it? What if it made their lives worse…? I believe that the fact we are able to influence inhabitants of Deltarune with our Undertale knowledge may have some unforeseen consequences, and perhaps, be what begins this whole situation in the first place. (Paradoxes are the best time travel stories!)

Toby Fox said that Deltarune was the game he originally wanted to make, but whether it was too ambitious or time consuming, his idea evolved into Undertale. Now that he’s creating the game he always wanted to, I believe that he will connect everything we know about them together and resolve the mysteries, after all, Gaster has been waiting for this chance.

And maybe, with a little luck and determination, we can create a new future with a happier outcome. If I’ve learned anything from Undertale, it’s that you must hold on to your hopes and dreams, because dreams are the goal of “Determination.”

#undertale #deltarune #spoilers #sans #papyrus #gaster #asriel #chara #frisk #kris #toriel #sans undertale #theory #the true nature of deltarune #noelle #fun gang #susie #toby fox

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Two Brothers, Many Paths - Ch 1

First installment of my Undertale fanfic.

Undertale copyright Toby Fox

Story and original characters by me, Kimtana

Please do not use without both permission and credit.

Read below, or read it on AO3 here.

First (you’re here)

Two Brothers, Many Paths

Chapter 1

“Is that…?”

“Mmhm.”

“He’s…so…tiny!”

“I know, isn’t he precious?”

“I still can’t believe we…we’re an actual family now…”

“Isn’t it wonderful?”

“I-I’ve never felt so…happy…so complete…”

“I know the feeling exactly.”

“He looks just like you, Dak.”

“And he has your eyes.”

“What shall we name him?”

“I was thinking…Sans.”

“Sans… That’s a wonderful name.”

“Mommy?”

“Yes, Sansy?”

“Are you ok? You were gone for a really long time…”

“Yes, of course! I’m fine, dear! Look…”

“W-what is that?”

“Here, come sit beside me. See?”

“Ooh, it’s moving!”

“Yes, my sweet. Come look.”

“Oh, wow…”

“Sans, this is your new baby brother.”

“B-brother?”

“Mmhm. His name is Papyrus.”

The crisp, fall wind rustled the last remaining leaves in the forest trees. At the foot of one such tree stood a tiny skeleton. He stared up through the boughs of the wooden giant, grinning as he inhaled the scent of fallen leaves and the change of seasons. Soon it would be winter, and the thought of snow made him smile.

“Sans!” his mother’s voice called out from the distance. “Dinner!”

“Coming!” he called back.

He picked up the basket at his feet, filled with forage and fruit he had collected. Heavily laden, he trundled back slowly to the house, his stomach growling as the smell of stew wafted down the leaf-strewn path. Sans found the crunching and swishing sounds of the leaves under his feet and against his shinbones relaxing and invigorating.

At the end of the path, nestled in a woodland corner, stood their home. A short, rounded cliff face protected the rear and sides while the trees hid the small wooden house from view. Hung upon the outside windowsills were small flowerboxes in which herbs and sweet-smelling golden flowers grew.

His mother stood, smiling, in the open doorway to greet him. “Sansy, did you find more supplies for us?”

Sans lifted up the brimming basket as high as his tiny arms we able as he presented his findings, his eyes shut tight in glee as he beamed. “Yup!”

“You are so helpful, Sansy,” his mother praised as she bent down and rubbed his cheek tenderly with her thumb.

She relieved him of his burden and he ambled into the house eagerly. Sans quickly shrugged off his little blue jacket and hung it upon his coat hook in the hallway and scampered into the kitchen. The room was filled with the delicious aroma of stew still bubbling excitedly on the woodstove. The heat from the hard-working stove washed away the last remaining autumnal chill Sans had in his bones.

He ran for his wooden chair at the table, climbing up as his mother inspected the basket’s inventory.

“Apples, acorns, mushrooms…” she listed, pulling contents from the basket and laying them on the counter. “My goodness, you never cease to amaze me, Sansy. And you even got more wood for the stove and fireplace. Thank you!”

Sans grinned proudly as she placed the tiny sticks and bits of bark into the firewood bucket next to the stove. His mother smiled warmly at Sans with deep appreciation and love.

“I just wanna help, Mommy!” Sans exclaimed. “That way you don’t have to work so hard while Daddy’s away.”

A pang of sadness pierced her soul at his words. She knew Sans missed his father as much as she did. She always hid her sorrow from Sans, perpetually putting on a brave, happy front.

“You are so sweet,” she said warmly. “You are a big help, especially helping me take care of little Papyrus.”

Sans looked over at the small, high crib in the corner of the kitchen. Inside, the little skeleton slept soundlessly, rolled up in his blanket snugly, oblivious to the sounds around him. Sans grinned at the adorable bundle that was his brother.

Sans turned back to his mother, who was ladling stew into his bowl. His brow furrowed, and his grin melted into a frown.

“When Daddy gets back…you have to go…right?”

His mother froze mid-ladle. She shut her eyes and sighed sadly. “Yes, Sansy. I’m sorry.”

Sans tore his eyes from his mother to stare at a potato wedge in his stew. “It’s ok, Mommy. You don’t have to be sorry. I know it’s not your fault…”

His mother returned the stewpot to the stove and sat down at the table across from Sans. She reached out her hand and he put out his own. She grasped his hand, squeezing gently.

“I know it’s hard when your father and I have to leave,” she said quietly. “This war is making things difficult for all of us. Your father is doing important work for the King, and because someone has to take care of you and Papyrus, the Guard has allowed me to stay home while your father is away. There are times I need to leave to make sure this world is safe for you and Papyrus. But once this war is over, Sansy, your father and I will be able to stay home together, and we’ll get to do all the things we want to do as a family. It will be soon, I promise.”

Sans looked up into her reassuring face and grinned weakly. “Ok, Mommy…”

“But until then, little bones,” she smiled, raising an eyebrow and taking up her own spoon. “You’ve got to eat your dinner and keep yourself strong. Ok?”

Sans giggled and grasped his little spoon. “Ok!”

They dined together, his mother listening to the harrowing tales of Sans’ brave foraging trip that day.

Sans tossed another armload of leaves on the large pile. “There!”

He looked over at his baby brother, who was sitting up on the grass next to the pile, cheering him on.

“Think that’s high enough?” Sans asked.

“Nyeh!” Papyrus giggled.

“You’re right, Pap,” Sans answered, tilting his head as he inspected the pile. “Could use a little more.”

Papyrus reached next to him and picked up a single orange leaf. He held it out for Sans.

“Oh!” Sans exclaimed. “That’s just what it needs!”

Sans took the leaf and reached on his tippy-toes to place it at the very top of the pile.

“Perfect!” Sans declared, Papyrus waving his arms in the air with triumph.

“Ok,” Sans smirked, narrowing his eyes. “You ready?”

Papyrus rocked side to side. “Nyeh!”

Sans jogged far away from the pile as his brother watched eagerly. When he had reached a fair distance, he turned around to face the pile and Papyrus. Sans broke into a sprint and, right before he reached the pile, jumped high into the air. He curled himself into a ball and hit the pile of leaves with a force that burst the pile into a shower of red, yellow, orange, and brown leaves. Papyrus laughed with joy as leaves rained down slowly over him.

Sans popped his head out of the remaining pile, a few leaves stuck to his skull. “How was that, Pap?”

“Nyeh!” Papyrus threw both arms up and waggled them excitedly.

Sans emerged from the pile and wiped the stray leaves off his jacket when his eye caught movement in the distance. Instinctively, he picked up Papyrus and quickly took him inside the house.

“Mommy!” Sans called out urgently when he had shut the door. “There’s someone out there!”

Sans took Papyrus into the living room and hid in the corner between the worn couch and the wall. It was rare for anyone to be near the house, and his parents had firmly instilled the fear of humans in him. He would never forget the time a human somehow found their home and tried to break in until their father fought him off. Sans shook off the memory as he rocked Papyrus, who was clutching him fearfully and whimpering. Sans shushed him gently as he strained his hearing.

“Greetings, knight,” their mother’s voice from the front doorway called.

Hearing the cordial greeting, Sans got up with relief and went over to the living room window, still holding Papyrus close to him. Out in the front yard was a Whimsalot, bobbing nervously in the air, the sun glinting off his armor. Sans and Papyrus stayed silent as they watched.

“Good day, Dakota,” the Whimsalot buzzed. “I bring official news from the Royal Guard.”

He pulled out a scroll of parchment and handed it to their mother. There was silence as she read the contents, then looked up at the Whimsalot.

“I-is this true?” she said. Sans detected a hint of fear in her voice that he had never heard before.

“I…I-I am afraid…so…” he stammered with great difficulty. “We have already lost thousands in the last few days alone. The humans are making a final push, and��and…” He weakly landed on the ground and looked up at her. “And it’s n-not looking good for us…”

“So the King has issued an evacuation…and I am needed in the battle…” Dakota said solemnly, looking down again at the parchment. “I understand. Thank you, good knight, for bringing me the news, dire as it is.”

“You are welcome, m’lady,” he bowed, his helmet tipping forward. “Please excuse me, I have others to give the news to.”

Dakota saluted and nodded, and the Whimsalot took off in a bobbing flight back down the path.

Sans and Papyrus watched their mother turn and enter the house and heard the front door shut. Sans, still holding Papyrus, went into the hallway. Their mother was leaning against the door with her hands over her eyes.

“M-mommy..?” Sans called quietly. He heard his own fear cutting into his voice.

Their mother immediately knelt down and hugged her two children tightly. This filled Sans with a chilling fear. Papyrus whimpered softly against his mother’s shoulder.

“M-mommy,” Sans stammered. “I-I’m scared…”

His mother pulled back to look Sans in the eyes. Her face was more serious than he had ever seen it.

“Sans, this is important,” she said, her tone grave. “We need to leave. We need to leave now.”

Sans’ eyes grew wide in terror as she continued.

“The humans are coming, so the King wants all of us to go somewhere safe. The letter I just got was to tell me to meet him and the others at Mt. Ebott where all of us will be hidden from the humans. I know this is scary, but we need to go quickly. But we will be safe, I promise you. We will be safe, and we’ll meet up with your father.”

“B-but…” tears started blinding Sans. “Y-you have to fight them…I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to get hurt…o-or...”

His mother wiped his tears with her thumbs. “Hush, now, Sansy,” she smiled gently. “I only have to fight with the others so we scare them off. The only way to make them leave us alone is to show them that we aren’t afraid of them. Then they will leave us alone, and we can return home. It will all be ok, but we’ve got to leave now.”

Sans nodded tearfully. His mother stood up and rubbed the top of his skull lovingly. “I need your help now, ok? Grab your haversack in the closet and fill it with food for us. We’re going to need to eat while we’re at the mountain, so we need enough for you, Papyrus, me, and your father, ok?”

Sans clutched Papyrus closer and nodded. “Ok, Mommy…”

“I’m going to get ready while you do that, then we’ll leave.”

“O-ok…”

She leaned down and kissed Sans and Papyrus on the tops of their heads then rushed upstairs.

Sans took Papyrus into the kitchen and sat him on the floor. He went into the hallway closet and found his little brown haversack. He rushed back into the kitchen and searched through the shelves, cabinets, and baskets for food, stuffing in as much as he could. Papyrus watched him intently, occasionally sniffling.

“It’s ok, Pap,” responded Sans, looking over his shoulder and grinning. “Mommy says it’s only for a little bit. Then we’ll have a picnic with her and Daddy, and then we’ll get to come back home.”

Papyrus whimpered, tears brimming his eyes.

“Don’t cry, Pap,” Sans reassured with a grin. He went over to his brother and wiped his eyes with his thumbs just as his mother had. “We’ll be ok. I’ll take care of you, just like I always do.”

Their mother entered the kitchen wearing her Royal Guard armor. Sans had always thought how cool his mother looked in her gear, but now the sight of it made him sick to his stomach.

“Nearly ready?” she asked, smiling as if they were about to take a fun trip to the lake.

“Y-yeah,” Sans answered, looking down at the stuffed haversack.

“Good,” she beamed. She looked down at Papyrus for a moment and her face fell. “Oh…”

She furrowed her brow for a moment in thought, then looked down at the red cape hanging off her armor. She rushed to the counter, pulled out a kitchen knife, and quickly cut a long strip from the cape. She picked up Papyrus, sat him on the kitchen table, and, wrapping the strip around him, fashioned a make-shift sling that swaddled the baby skeleton so he could not budge.

“Here, Sans,” she said, putting the sling over Sans’ head around his shoulder. Papyrus’ head lay comfortably against Sans’ chest and he nuzzled in. Sans patted his brother’s back gently and looked up at his mother.

“You are far stronger than I am, Sans,” his mother said, patting his head. “You can carry the food and your brother while I bring us to the mountain. I might need to scare off a human or two along the way, so I can’t hold Papyrus myself.”

Sans shouldered the haversack awkwardly, Papyrus throwing off his balance. He felt enormously strong with the added weight of his brother on his front and the food on his back. “You can count on me, Mommy!”

“I know I can, Sansy,” she smiled, trying to keep the sadness off her face. “Before we go, let me check to make sure you’re both at full health.”

She put her hand on Papyrus’s tiny, bundled chest and shut her eyes. Sans watched the muted white glow of his brother’s soul under the wrappings. She smiled, “100 HP.”

She removed her hand from Papyrus and pressed it against the only portion of Sans’ chest she could touch with Papyrus against it. Sans felt his soul stir within his ribcage and watched the white glow. His mother closed her eyes again, opened them, and smiled.

“250 HP. Great, you’re both at full health. Let’s go.”

The skeletons left their home, and as their mother shut the front door she said, for the little one’s benefit, “Goodbye, home! We’ll be back soon! Be safe!”

Sans waved to his little house. “Be safe! We’ll be right back!”

His mother patted his head again, then they rushed off down the leaf-strewn path.

#undertale #undertale fanfic #undertale fanfiction #sans #papyrus #sans and papyrus #babybones #skelebros

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keelywolfe · 5 years ago

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Kinktober Spicyhoney Shorts

FIC: Not Exactly Standard

Prompt #3: Tentacles

Somehow, I managed to even make tentacle sex all soft and lovey, with some hurt/comfort. Also first-times here. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: Tentacle Sex, Lemony Goodness! Also First Times and Hurt/Comfort

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Read it here!

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When they’d met the skeletons from the other worlds, Undertale, Underswap, Edge had made his first impressions quickly. His initial reactions were generally correct, Papyrus and Blue were kind-hearted and soft, with a core of strength hidden beneath, Sans was as much of a mysterious pain in the ass as his brother, and Rus…

Well, Rus was his deal breaker. Even Edge couldn’t be one-hundred percent right all the time. Moving past his first impression of Rus as a lazy, good-for-nothing ashtray to discover the secrets he hid beneath it had taken some time, even longer for his reluctant reassessment to venture into tentative affection.

Now he could admit he’d been wrong, terribly wrong about Rus, but then, their initial reactions about each other were something else they had in common. Like the love that had broken unexpectedly through the door with gutting realization in a moment of staring into each other’s eye lights. It’d taken weeks of dating afterward to get them where they were, tentative trust allowing them to admit their love.

Sex, on the other hand, was taking an unexpected turn. His first, wrong, impression of Rus was that he was a flirtatious slut, ready to spread his femurs for anyone with the tiniest provocation. The reality he was learning was that Rus’s kisses were shyly eager, his touches the same. They’d both venture beneath each other’s shirts, a much shorter trip for Rus considering how much Edge’s uniform revealed, but no further.

Edge could appreciate drawing out a slow burn, but lately the delightful frustration of waiting was leaning further into the ‘frustrated’ side of the equation. Masturbation could only provide so much satisfaction and he wanted Rus, to share their pleasure, to see the desire that hazed Rus’s eye lights whenever they came together in a panting tangle to reach its climax.

Tonight, their brothers were both in Undertale, a plan that Sans assisted Edge with after some judicious bribery. There would be no reason for excuses, no need for anyone to rush home, begging that their brother would be worried.

The lack of excuses might be why Rus was sitting curled up in the corner of the sofa, clutching one of the worn throw pillows. His visible nervousness was concerning, and Edge didn’t quite understand its existence. They’d come to trust each other, love each other, and yet, as eager as he was for kisses, whenever deeper intimacy threatened, Rus fled.

Edge sat on the other side of the sofa in an attempt to not loom over Rus, but he wasn’t one for dawdling and dancing around to get answers the way his brother might. Instead, he asked, as gently as he could manage, “What’s wrong?”

“i need to tell you something,” Rus burst out. His eye lights flicked between Edge’s and the pillow in his hands, “i mean, we’ve been dating a while and i know you want…i mean, i do, too, but. i’m not exactly…standard. down there.”

“Down there,” Edge repeated slowly. Rus only squirmed and nodded, one hand releasing its death grip on the throw pillow to slide below waist-level and hover over his crotch.

Ah. Down there.

Edge frowned, considering. His data pool of skeleton genitals was vanishingly small, including only himself and an extremely vulgar conversation with his brother when he’d come of age that was best forgotten. What little remained of that discussion left him with the impression that there were only two options for skeletons to choose from, or a combination of both, and not much room for variance. “What do you mean, not standard?”

“i mean, i have…it’s just,” Rus faltered. “maybe i should show you?”

This wasn’t at all the way he’d been expecting the final reveal to occur. His imaginings had included a rather large amount of foreplay and anticipation. But if Rus was this worried about his reaction, perhaps it would be best. “Show me.”

Even with his agreement, Rus was slow to comply. His track pants were easy enough to push down to his ankles, leaving his pelvis bare and exposed. It was a sight Edge had been eagerly anticipating, the gloss of silky-smooth bones he was ready to explore. But not with Rus shivering with anxiety, the slight magic swirling within his pelvic cradle thin and diffused, unaroused.

“um, maybe if you—” Edge began to lean forward, more than ready to assist, “don’t watch.”

Oh. He sank back, averting his eye lights. Even so, he could hear the shaky rhythm of Rus’s breathing, the light scrape of bone against bone. The mere sound of it was a goad, gorgeously enticing, and the weeks of celibacy combined with the knowledge that Rus was right there next to him touching himself was nearly unbearable.

It took some time enduring that torment before Rus finally sighed and spoke again.

“okay,” Rus breathed, “you can—”

Edge didn’t wait for him to finish, already turning back towards him…only to freeze at what he saw between Rus’s splayed femurs.

Yes, that was certainly ‘not standard’.

What he saw was a mass of slowly writhing tentacles, seeming more suited to a sea creature of some sort than something that should be on his lover. The color was as to be expected at least, a bright gelatinous orange that reflected Rus’s magic. They seemed to move independently, perhaps a dozen or more slender tendrils that tapered at the tip, all of them surrounding what looked like a small opening. He couldn’t get a good look at that, the tendrils keep curling around it protectively and perhaps that was a reflection of their owner’s mood because Edge abruptly realized Rus was shivering miserably, a high, embarrassed flush blooming across his cheekbones while Edge gawked.

He might not be familiar with what he was being shown below the waist, but above it was something Edge knew how to handle. He leaned in, over the tangle of pants at Rus’s ankles and past his cringing genitals to cup Rus’s jaw in his hands, kissing him gently. Rus was unresisting at first, lax and unresponsive, only slowly returning the gentle press of teeth. The metallic taint of fear that was so strong Edge could taste it slowly fading and for a moment, Edge was irrationally angry at whomever it was that made Rus so terrified to show this part of himself. That was all this was, a part of him, and how could Edge claim to love him if he didn’t love all of him?

Then suddenly, it was as if a dam broke somewhere inside Rus, releasing a flood of fervent kisses, his hands gripping Edge, pulling him down. Somehow, they end up lying together on the sofa, Edge between Rus’s legs while they kissed, and the soft writhing he could feel as he rubbed himself against Rus was an unfamiliar bliss.

Rus couldn’t seem to stop talking, broken words babbled between kisses. “love you…so much…people don’t…think i’m a freak…want me to be a freak for them and…”

“Love you,” Edge whispered back, because he did, so much. There was no soothing that desperation and instead, he let a hand drift down Rus’s rib cage, lower, his fingers hesitating at Rus’s pelvis. “Can I?”

In answer, those tendrils reached up to wind around his hand, drawing it down. They were surprisingly soft and malleable, shifting to his wrist as Edge suddenly found his fingers engulfed in warm wetness. Tight around his phalanges and not entirely unlike his own cunt, only that opening was perhaps more like a mouth, gentle suction against his fingers. Whatever it was called, it was gorgeously tight and slick, inviting him to press deeper as Rus moaned shakily beneath him.

“Can I make love to you?” Edge tried to scissor his fingers to test that tightness, listened to Rus’s gasps as he rolled his hips up into that touch, “Can I? Be inside you?”

Rus managed an unsteady laugh, “i really wish you would.”

He pulled out his fingers with a little effort; that slippery-soft opening didn’t seem to want to let them go. Fumbled with the buckle on his belt, cursing softly, and he only barely managed to open it before those tentacles were back, winding around his cock to guide him inside.

“Fuck,” Edge gasped, because it was hotter than he’d expected, tighter, sucking him in better than any mouth he’d ever felt. Rus clung to him, with arms and legs and silky tentacles that wound through Edge’s pelvis and around his femurs, holding him in tight.

“oh, please,” Rus sobbed out and Edge needed to hear that again, needed Rus begging and pleading, writhing against him in desperation. He rocked his hips, thrusting as best he could against the tendrils holding him so tightly, until suddenly they began helping him, pulling with his rhythm and riding his movements as he pushed in hard, trying to get deeper into that tight, sucking heat.

This wasn’t what he’d intended for their first time, not this unexpectedly desperate need, cramped together on the sofa with the springs creaking beneath them, and his trousers barely pulled down, belt jangling as he thrust. But it was somehow better than any of his imaginings. Rus arching up, his bones gilded with perspiration, and his soft cries filling the air. So beautiful in his pleasure, sweat-drenched and needy, trying for sloppy, uncoordinated kisses as they rocked together.

He felt it when Rus came, tightening around him in a convulsive ripple and Rus’s cries became a near-scream, the hot, twisting mass of his tentacles clamping down. That unexpected clench drew a sharp cry from Edge, dragging him over into pleasure so sharp it was nearly a pain, slicing through him in a bladed rush.

When Edge came back to himself, he was still inside Rus, softening, but he couldn’t have withdrawn even if he’d wanted to. Those tendrils were still wound through his pelvis, coiled through his ischium and holding him in tightly.

“sorry,” Rus slurred out. Edge lifted his skull, hardly aware of having dropped it on Rus’s sternum, to look at him. His hazy expression was pleasure-soaked and satiated, as pretty as he’d been in orgasm, more so. “sorry, still feels good, they’ll let go in a minute.”

Edge only nuzzled a kiss against his mouth, tasting his sweetness as he murmured, “It does feel good.”

It did. The soft writhe of those tendrils cradling him through trembling aftershocks was unlike anything he’d ever felt. Gently petting, soothing over his pelvis with gentle affection. Unusual, perhaps, but now that he’d had it, Edge couldn’t imagine wanting anything else. Idly, he wondered how they’d feel inside him, one, two, three of them crammed into his pussy as he and Rus ground against each other, ah, there was plenty of exploration yet ahead of them. But that was for later.

Drowsy as Edge was, they couldn’t fall asleep here. Their brothers would be back eventually, and Edge was more than a little reluctant to give Red a view of anything that might challenge his perceptions of skeletal genitalia. His soul clenched at the thought, tightened painfully at the idea that Red, who could wound so easily with words, might mock before he understood. Recalling the near shame of Rus’s confession, that he wasn’t ‘standard’ and what was standard to skeletons whose ectoflesh was malleable anyway, a ridiculous concept and—

“i love you.” The aching vulnerability in those words shook him from his thoughts. Rus was looking at him, the glowing tip of his tongue caught between his teeth. As much softness as there was on his face, even after making love a hint of fear lingered.

Edge leaned down and kissed him, chasing it back into the darkness where it belonged. “I love you, too.”

No part of their relationship was standard, not from the very beginning, and Edge didn’t want it any other way.

-finis-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #lemon goodness #please read warning #kinktober

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franstastic-ideas · 5 years ago

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Franstastic Prompts Vol. 3

Volume 3 of my prompt series is here!

This might be my last one for a while until I can come up with enough ideas to make another volume. Or maybe I should actually start writing some of these prompts instead of coming up with more.

Prompt #11

Bone Appétit – Undertale – Chara goes to the trouble of making homemade spaghetti just for Papyrus, believing that it’s his favorite food, only to rethink everything when she learns that Dinosaur Egg Oatmeal is actually his favorite. Papyrus is flattered and deeply touched by her efforts, even when she slams the dish directly in his face and tells him to stuff it. Also, the fact that Chara said she had to rethink her entire life now meant that she considered Papyrus to be a large part of her life! To show his thanks, he decides to make her homemade chocolates. And surprisingly, they’re delicious.

Prompt #12

Going Up in Flames - Wraithtale AU - Frisk learns that the reason Sans has been so persistent in following her everywhere is because he wants to spite his father by striking a friendship with her after being told to stay away from her and Chara. She feels betrayed, but before Sans can begin to explain himself, someone approaches Frisk and steals her hat, leaving her exposed to the sun’s rays...

Prompt #13

You’re Worth a Shot - Gaster!Sans/Gaster!Papyrus AU - An aichmophobic Frisk is very stubborn on trying to weasel her way out of getting a flu vaccine. Unfortunately for her, G cares about her too much to let that happen – even if he has to resort to bribes and dragging her to the clinic by throwing her over his shoulder. He’ll hold her hand though – her pain is his pain, after all. Meaning she accidentally crushes his fingers in her fright.

Prompt #14

Feeling Bonely Without You – Undertale - After the breaking of the barrier and all of the monsters have comfortably settled into their new lives on the surface, Frisk suddenly vanishes without a word. Her monster friends begin searching high and low for her, but she is determined not to be found. Nobody is happy about this. Everyone is miserable. And Sans has discovered a pain just as intense as knowledge of the RESETs he was forced to endure – loneliness.

Prompt #15

Egg-cellent Parents – Wraithtale AU – While looking for a book hidden somewhere in his room, Sans finds his old Tamagotchi. After talking with the rest of the group to confirm if they still have theirs, they begin playing with the digital pets together and Alphys gives Frisk her spare one. Chara feels left out but denies it, so Papyrus decides they’ll get dual custody over his Tamagotchi. Shenanigans ensue.

#frans #sans x frisk #papara #papyrus x chara #undertale #gaster!sans #g!sans #gaster!papyrus #g!papyrus #wraithtale #undertale au #franstastic writes

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ninjabobanekokyrie · 5 years ago

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Undertale: No More; Chapter 5-Explanation

RESET

Frisk woke up on the bed of flowers with a small groan.

/Welcome back Partner. How do ya feel?/

Frisk frowned. /..Empty./

/Heh. That's normal./

Frisk rubbed at his head. "What exactly happened again, Chara...?" he mumbled.

"You went to the River Person and drowned yourself in a small pool in Waterfall." Chara explained nonchalantly. "Might wanna choose a less painful way this time 'round."

"All of the ways are painful." Frisk pointed out bluntly.

Chara nodded. "True. But some ways are less painful than others."

"I guess."

"Soo..." Chara giggled, lying on her stomach and resting her face in her hand as she kicked her legs back and forward absentmindedly. "Where do ya wanna go this time?"

Frisk hesitated, then said, "I'm thinking Hotland. Snowdin should be last."

"Okay. Might wanna choose a less painful way, again."

"Pills. Pills are less painful and easier."

"Alright," Chara smiled. Her smile suddenly dropped. "Frisk?"

"Yeah?"

"Be careful."

"I wi-wait, why?" Frisk gave her a perplexed look. "What do you mean?"

Chara sighed heavily. "The others found your body last time."

Frisk's eyes widened. It was quiet between the duo for a few beats. "...I guess we should choose somewhere more hidden from now on, then?" he finally suggested.

Chara's grin reappeared and she nodded eagerly. "Yeah! So let's get a jump on it now! C'mon, Frisk!"

"Okay Chara."

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Sans yawned sleepily as he knocked on Toriel's door. Papyrus was beside him, looking very worried. Early this morning around five a.m., Toriel called him up and was sobbing on the other line, causing concern for the skeleton. She wouldn't say what was wrong, only something about Undyne and Alphys over, everyone freaking out and Sans couldn't make out much more than that before she hung up.

After a few minutes of hearing shuffling from inside, the door finally opened. Toriel stood there, tears streaking her face and red eyes puffy and bloodshot. Sans' mouth dropped open. "Tori-hey!" he yelped as he was yanked inside by the goat monster, and Papyrus quickly followed suit.

Sans looked at Alphys and Undyne. Their eyes were red and puffy. A cold dread washed over him as he clearly recalled what happened in the last timeline. There's no way that they could remember...

Toriel was pacing back and forward whilst clutching at her head, sobs escaping her lips as tears continued to stream down her furry face. "S-Sans, I d-do not know what to do...Frisk i-is gone...he is n-not in his r-room-"

"Tori-" Sans tried. "Frisk is probably just-"

"YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND!" Toriel exclaimed, startling Sans. "I...I HAVE BEEN HERE BEFORE!"

Sans' eyes widened in shock. He stood there, breathless.

Undyne stood. "Frisk killed himself..." she choked.

Tears filled Papyrus's eyes. "I REMEMBER THE HUMAN'S DEATH AS WELL..." he whimpered.

Sans swallowed. "No way.." he croaked. "Y-You guys do remember...but...that's impossible!"

Undyne narrowed her eyes. "Remember...? Whaddaya mean by that Sans? Ya better start explaining, and ya better now!"

Sans sighed heavily whilst falling back on the couch. "Frisk isn't dead. At least not right now." Everyone's eyes widened. "He has this crazy power. To save and reset. After Frisk killed himself, he reset. Now we're in a totally different timeline. He's been resetting for the longest time, and for the longest time, I've been the only one able to remember. Now for some reason, you guys are able to remember too." he mumbled with narrowed eyes.

Undyne stood there, fists clenched at her sides. "Then what are we waiting for!? We have to go save him!"

"Undyne," Sans sighed. "First of all, we don't even know where he is. I doubt he's even in Snowdin!"

"That doesn't matter! We'll look for him! His life is in danger, Sans! He's makin' a big mistake!"

"I know that, but-"

"But what!? You're just gonna let him die?!"

"That's not what I'm saying!-"

"That sure sounds like what you're sayin'-"

"It's ain't-"

"Then what-"

"YOU DON'T GET IT!" Sans finally screamed angrily.

"WHAT'S THERE NOT TO GET!?" Undyne screamed back.

"He's not who ya think he is!" Sans exclaimed, silencing Undyne. "Frisk is not that sweet little boy we thought he was! He's a psychotic killer! In the last few timelines, he's been on killing sprees! He's killed all of you! You, Tori, Alphys, even Pap..." Sans choked as a few tears streaked his cheekbones. "I can't go through that again.." he trailed off.

Undyne's fists began to shake. "I won't believe it," she swallowed. "I'm not sayin' you're lying, Sans. I've known ya long enough ta know that ya would never lie about something like that. But I've known Frisk for quite a while too, and I know the kid would never do something like that. He's too sweet and pure to even think about that. There's something more. Something we're missing. I know it."

Everyone looked down silently.

Toriel spoke up next with tears streaking her face. "I believe you Sans, but I am with Undyne on this one. I've lost so many children before Frisk...I can't lose him too...if...if I do..." she buried her face in her hands, sobbing. "I...I won't be able to stand it!" she sniffled. "He is my child and I love him so much. Which is why I'm willing to do anything to protect and keep him safe. I can understand why you are angry, but I know you still care for him, Sans. You would not be so hurt if you did not. You two have become too close to go back on it now. You are basically his best friend and a second guardian to him. Which is why I'm begging you, please give him a second chance and try to see things in a different light. Frisk would never do this. There has to be an explanation. Please Sans, help us save him. I-we can't lose him...please..."

Sans hung his head mutely, looking away with narrowed eyes.

He finally sighed after a few minutes of hesitation. "Fine. Let's go find the kid." Toriel and the others smiled happily. "But I'm not trusting him again yet." Sans stated sternly.

He sighed again, patting his shoulder. "Grab onto me. Let's go."

The others all except Papyrus went over and grabbed onto his shoulder.

Sans gave him a look. "What're ya waitin' for, Pap?"

Papyrus gulped apprehensively. "YOU KNOW SANS, DO WE REALLY HAVE TO LOOK AROUND LIKE THIS?"

"You can always just walk everywhere bro."

Papyrus froze before grumbling, "...FINE."

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Frisk sighed, taking off his sweater that had a small black tank underneath.

/Chara, it's so hot.../

/They don't call it Hotland for nothing, partner./

/It's pretty though. Hotland is./

/If you say so, then I guess it is./

/Haha./

/Frisk, do you have the pills?/

/Yeah./

/Really?!/ Chara gaped. /I thought you forgot like I did./

/No./

/How'd you get 'em?/

/Remember the last timeline? When I ran upstairs after my breakdown?/

/Yeah./

/I ran to Mom's room before I went to my own and grabbed one of her bottles of pills in her medicine cabinet./

/Wow./ Chara giggled. /My partner's sneaky./

Frisk blushed with a small smile and roll of his eyes. /I'm ready to take them now./

/Are you sure?/

/Yeah. Pills take a while to kick in, remember?/

Frisk went over and sat against one of the walls. Chara appeared beside him in spirit form.

/Chara?/

/Yes?/

/What was life like before you died?/

/It was okay, I suppose. I mean, it was fun while it lasted./

/If you had the chance to come back, would you take it?/

Chara frowned softly. /I don't know really. Probably not. Life was as painful as it was peaceful and fun./

/What was your relationship with Asriel?/ Frisk asked curiously.

Chara's eyes widened before giggling softly. /Ask a lot of questions, don't cha?/

/You don't have to answer./ Frisk frowned. /I mean, if it's a sensitive topic.../

/Shush Frisk. It's not a sensitive topic./ Chara sighed heavily before continuing with a small smile. /Asriel was my number one very best friend and brother. We pretty much did everything together. We were basically the troublematic duo./ She giggled a little at this. /I got him in quite a bit of trouble. But every time I did, he would always tell me that it was worth it as long as he got to spend time with me./ Tears began to fill her carmine eyes. /God, he was the best brother ever. I mean, he was so sweet and kind despite being a bit of a crybaby. He was so selfless it was stupid. Kinda like you in a way./

A small sob involuntarily escaped her lips. /I-I miss him so much...I just wish I told him how much I loved him and how I never want him to become like me, to never lay a single hand on a knife or kill a single human or monster...I don't want that for him...I want the opposite...I want him to be happy...I-I just wish h-he knew how much I loved h-him.../

Chara broke into sobs, tears streaking her pale cheeks.

Frisk watched in sadness. He gradually reached over and touched her shoulder. /Chara?/ No answer. /Chara./

/What!?/ Chara snapped tearfully.

Frisk frowned, opening his arms. /Do you..um...want a hug...?/

It took a few minutes for Frisk's words to process before she glared. /What?! Are you braindead or something Frisk!?/ She exclaimed harshly.

Frisk flinched gradually beginning to lowe his arms. Before he could, Chara let out a small scoff and dove into them whilst sobbing, causing Frisk's eyes to widen in surprise.

Frisk merely mutely wrapped his arms around Chara whose arms were circled around his waist as she sobbed. A few minutes passed, neither saying anything. After a bit, Chara's sobs slowly died down.

"Frisk?" she muttered into his golden chest.

"Yeah?"

"Let's take the pills now..."

"..Yeah..."

Chara sniffled, pulling away and blushing profusely as she gazed at Frisk's wet collar. "Sorry...'bout yer shirt..." she mumbled.

"It's okay."

Frisk stood and went over to his bag, pulling out the stolen bottle of pills. He then pulled out a small bottle of water and took the cap off before screwing the cap off the pills.

/Take 'bout six. That should be enough./

/Alright./

Frisk did just that, popping each pill in his moyth before washing it down with water. He carelessly threw the rest in the smoldering lava, watching it melt.

The boy sighed as he sat back down. He could already fill the pills beginning to run their course.

/I'm surprised it's so vacant though..nobody around to see./

/I'd personally consider that lucky, partner./

/You're right./

/You said you wanted to do Snowdin last, right?/

/Uh huh./

/You know where?/

/Yes./

/Good. 'Cause I have a method, but I don't think you'll like where and how to get the material./

/I..I think I can handle it./

/If you say so./

Frisk yawned. He wanted to sleep.

/Frisk?/

/Yeah?/

/...Thank you, idiot. For...y'know.../

Frisk smiled a little. /Welcome, Chara.../

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popatochisssp · 6 years ago

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Make Your Mark, 10/10

Series: Undertale, Horrortale Relationship(s): HT!Papyrus/Reader Chapter Warnings: mentions of death, implications of past murder/cannibalism, nothing explicit; a panic attack

AO3 Link

In a world where soulmates exist, monsters and humans have one thing in common: the first time two soulmates touch, a mark randomly appears somewhere–anywhere– on their bodies to represent their match.

It still doesn’t make relationships easier…but maybe it does make them a little more interesting!

Papyrus could easily say that it was the best date he’d ever had in his life… and not only because he could count the number of dates he’d been on with one hand.

You, his wonderful datemate, had been taking it upon yourself to show him all of the cool, fun things a cool, fun couple like yourselves could get up to here on the surface and he really had to hand it to you: the waterpark was one of your most fantastic ideas yet!

He was…admittedly too big for a lot of the attractions—most of the high-velocity slides, as thrilling as they looked, just weren’t a safe fit for him, designed for humans roughly half his height—but Papyrus was delighted to find that there were plenty of things he could enjoy without risk of maiming himself.

(He’d made a point of doing a few mental calculations before waiting in line for anything dodgy-looking, anyway, just to be sure. Not for the first time, he thanked the stars that he was such an avid reader, and that Sans kept approximately ten billion physics textbooks around the house at any given moment for him to have read and reread a hundred times when he was bored!)

(…he was even willing to thank Sans for being so responsive by text whenever he wanted to be extra sure his math was right. The handful of thumbs-up emojis he’d gotten back with his waterproof phone before potentially risking life and limb had been really reassuring!)

But!

He was having a great time!

The hot sun in the beautiful blue sky made every splash of cool, chlorinated water on his bones feel divine, rivaled only by your beaming presence beside him while he enjoyed it.

His favorite thing so far was definitely the wave-pool, watching you bob in the rippling water like the cutest buoy that ever was.

He’d managed to distract you twice before you caught on that he was doing it on purpose, because you were adorable when you caught a wave right to the face and had to sputter and shake it off, all embarrassed and disoriented.

You only got cuter when you tried to ‘yell’ at him for it and the urge to scoop you up and pinch your squishy human cheek was almost too powerful to resist!

It was good! It was fun! Papyrus was having a wonderful date with you!

Tense is important to note here.

Was, because it seems pretty clear to Papyrus that what he’s doing now is completely and utterly ruining everything.

Funny how one dying child could do that.

Papyrus isn’t sure on the details, it all happened very fast—a woman yelling, a gathering crowd, a lifeguard pulling a very small body out of the water—and he’d been three steps forward, ready to declare himself as a nurse, someone who could help…

And then there was a flicker of static in the air, the energy of a small soul winking out of existence.

And Papyrus just…froze.

He doesn’t know why.

He doesn’t, it’s stupid, he is no stranger to death, he’s seen it dozens of times, he sees it every day at work!

But it wasn’t supposed to be here…

All he knows is that it felt like everything in him was locking up at once and it took everything he had to mutter, “Excuse Me,” to you before running off to the nearest changing room.

To hide, like a coward.

He’s so mad at himself and he feels so helpless, slumped against a wall of lockers trying to make his own panicking body cooperate; trying to get his legs back under him, trying to breathe normally, trying to Stop. Fucking. Shaking.

But he can’t.

Even with sockets squeezed painfully shut, he sees that boy, his grief-stricken mother holding him…and he thinks of Sans.

Sans, looking devastated and broken, with blood on his hands and a disturbingly limp human in his arms, begging his brother to help him.

The body, just the first in a line of way too many, laid out on his kitchen counter, dead empty meat that he had to… because everyone was hungry, everyone was starving, and it was already done, Sans had already… so he had to do this part, for everyone, but stars above, the blood, the smell, the taste…!

It always comes back like this, crystal-clear, and Papyrus feels nausea roiling through the stomach he doesn’t even have.

He’s been out of his braces for years—why are his teeth hurting so bad now…?

He clamps his hands over his mouth and hunches down into himself, wishing his own rattling would drown out everything else in his skull.

“…Papyrus…?”

And he freezes again.

No. No, Please, No, Not…

But he can’t catch a break because there you are, standing right in front of him, so sweetly concerned and the shame strikes like a lightning bolt, sizzling all the way down to his soul.

“No,” he gasps aloud, “I…You’re Not Supposed To…”

Be here, see him like this, know that he’s like this.

You’re supposed to see his good side: The Great Papyrus, cheerful and resilient and strong, recovered from the trauma of the Underground in every way!

You’re supposed to admire him, you’re supposed to think he’s cool and tough and never, ever see this weak and stupid thing he is sometimes when it all comes back…

The sound he makes is downright pathetic, dripping with despair, and he folds into himself even more, wishing he could disappear.

You…seem to have other plans.

Papyrus jumps when you throw your arms around his shoulders and squeeze him in the tightest hug you’ve ever given him—the first hug you’ve ever given him.

“Hey,” you say, and your voice is so soft and so kind when you say it that he doesn’t even think of trying to pull away. “It’s okay, you’re… I’m here, it’s…it’s okay.”

The words, so earnestly spoken, make Papyrus sob, just once…which is stupid, because…because he’s not even crying.

…Is he?

Suddenly, he’s not sure of anything anymore except what you said: you’re here and it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay…

He breaks.

Without a second thought, he picks you up, hugging you tightly against his body while he shakes and falls apart and even as it’s worse, somehow it’s…better than it was before.

You’re so warm and soft and slightly damp, like a soggy teddy-bear that can pet him and whisper soothing words and kiss the top of his skull, and Papyrus doesn’t think he ever wants to put you down again.

Especially when, ever so slowly, his body starts to cancel all the blaring Panic Mode alarms and he’s left weakly clinging to you with his face safely hidden in your neck.

It’s…it’s a real, actual struggle to put you down.

He’s pretty sure his cheekbones are glowing and he can’t quite make himself meet your eye.

“That… I’m Sorry You Had To See That,” he mumbles reluctantly. “That Was…Very Embarrassing.”

You stare up at him with hands on your hips and you cluck your tongue.

“No, it wasn’t,” you say, and the certainty in your tone is such that he almost believes you. “That was…a messed up thing that happened out there. I’d be more worried if you weren’t upset at all.”

Oh, Stars, The Child…

Papyrus frowns before he speaks, scared to hear the answer but also needing to know…

“The Boy,” he asks, “Was… Did He…?”

Your smile is the most reassuring thing he’s ever seen.

“He’s fine,” you promise, “the lifeguard did CPR and he coughed up half the pool. Guess he wasn’t a strong swimmer and took off his water-wings when mom wasn’t looking. He got an earful over that, but they left for the hospital just to make sure he was okay.”

Oh, Humans.

Papyrus would never cease to be amazed by their ability to survive the deadliest of things, even coming back from the dead if somebody fixed the problem quickly enough.

Humans were so strong, so incredible…

Papyrus looks at you and feels his expression soften.

So Amazing…

He opens his mouth, ready to deliver the most flattering, touching, affection-filled compliment he’s ever uttered…

Only for you to gasp and mutter a surprised expletive.

When Papyrus follows your gaze and looks down at himself, he sees the source of your impolite language and…may even repeat it himself.

There just aren’t polite words to properly encapsulate the feeling of shock at seeing your soulmark for the first time.

Even if you have no earthly idea what it is.

All Papyrus can tell, looking down at himself, is that it’s bright and it’s everywhere, yellow lines squiggling across his entire thorax and even tagging his humeri with a stray lash here and there.

“…Well,” he says at length. “That Certainly Happened.”

Papyrus has always had a talent for understatement.

But there are more important matters at stake here than that.

“I Hate To Ask, But You Seem To Have The Better Vantage Point,” he admits, “So… What… Is It? I Can’t Quite Make It Out From This Angle.”

You take a few moments to process the question.

Papyrus is happy to wait while you sort it all out—you can’t spell ‘patience’ without…at least two letters from his name!

“It’s…it’s a…” you sound so stunned to be saying it, like you can’t believe your own words, but eventually you manage, “it’s a sun…”

Papyrus isn’t surprised at all.

It’s perfect.

Unable to restrain his grin, he finally gets to his feet, his soul bubbling with excitement at this wonderful revelation.

It more than makes up for that bit of unpleasantness that he’s on a date with his soulmate, one date of surely many, and he’s sure he can salvage the rest of it!

But when he moves toward the exit of the changing room, you don’t follow.

Papyrus says your name, but it’s clear he doesn’t have your attention—not with the way you’re frantically examining your arms and legs and every bit of exposed skin you can see.

You’re looking for a mark to answer the one you’d left on him…and not having much luck, by the look of things.

“Come on,” you grumble to yourself, managing to sound both frustrated and distressed, “where is it?!”

Papyrus comes back over to you.

“Don’t Worry About That,” he gently chides you. “It’s Not Important.”

Your head whips up, your eyes comically wide. “What do you mean, it’s not important?! It’s your soulmark!”

Papyrus laughs. “Well, Yes, In Theory, But I May Not Have Given You One.”

You just gape at him that time, utterly bewildered by his casual tone.

“It’s Perfectly Okay If I Didn’t,” he continues, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder now that he can; now that the touch-barrier between you has already been broken. “Just Because You’re My Soulmate Doesn’t Mean I Have To Be Yours—I’m Not Going To Break Up With You, Or Enjoy This Date Any Less, You Know!”

“…but it’s! Probably here somewhere!” you insist, starting to tug at your swimsuit, and Papyrus stills your hand.

“Maybe It Is!” he agrees. “But You Don’t Have To Get Naked Right Now Just To Look For It! I’m Sure There Are Much Better Places To See Your Soulmark For The First Time Than In A Filthy, Bateria-Ridden Public Changing Room, Don’t You Think?”

You pause, looking around like you were remembering where you both were.

And then you start to laugh.

“There, Now!” Papyrus grins triumphantly, “I Knew You’d See Reason! Now, Why Don’t We Go Try Out That Slothful River Of Yours In The Meantime?”

That makes you perk up a little. You had been so excited about that attraction and so (not so secretly) disappointed when Papyrus hadn’t really wanted to go.

“Really?” you wonder. “You want to, now?”

Papyrus shrugs. “I Suppose I Can Grin And Bear It, For You! Especially If We Can Share A Tube…”

He says this with the emphasis normally reserved for very saucy activities indeed, being sure to waggle his browbones at you ridiculously enough to make you laugh again.

“Alright,” you agree, revitalized, “alright, yeah, let’s go!”

Your mark is perfect: you truly are his sunshine.

…and as you bounce off just a few steps ahead of him, back out into the light of day, Papyrus sees what he is to you, painted across your back in a colorful tableau that nearly makes his jaw drop off.

He thanks his lucky stars that he’s composed and in control of himself again by the time he sees it.

It means that he’s able to play it cool until he can snap the ideal selfie for you about halfway through the lazy river, while you happily doze against his chest.

The hardy desert garden between your shoulder blades—a cluster of blooming cacti and colorful, concentric succulents bursting forth onto your skin—looks fantastic under actual sunlight, but even more incredible beside the daisy-yellow sun rays you’d seared into his bones.

Papyrus is willing to admit to…a small bit of bias.

But only a little.

#make your mark #undertale #fanfiction #papyrus #papyrus/reader #horrortale #ht!papyrus #myfic

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crusnikroxas · 6 years ago

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La Première (18+)

**Author Note**

Bara Undertale Sans x Reader

Word count: 4432

This is last part of the first prize from the raffle for the lovely @malenchka! :3 She requested ‘your first time with a touch sensitive Sans’ ;p Oh yeah. And he’s a biiiiig guy. >.>

I’m sorry if this isn’t as, uh, excessively long as usual (not like Sans’ di-); I’m a bit under the weather, so my brain is kind of dead T-T

**End Note**

“ah, sorry sweetheart, i’m kinda busy today.’

“i’ll be working late again tonight, sorry.”

“i just can’t today, m’sorry.”

“...sorry, y/n.”

Your interactions with your boyfriend Sans had been going on like this for around three weeks now. Excuse after excuse – the only interactions with him you’d had were over the phone.

And the worst thing was that you knew exactly why.

The last time you’d seen him you’d been hanging out on the couch like always, just chilling and screaming at a particularly stupid movie on Netflix. You’d sneakily attempted to move a little closer than usual, hoping for a snuggle session; something which Sans had always seemed edgy about, but you just had a desperation to be closer….

...before you accidentally touched his neck.

You hadn’t meant to – the top of your head had simply trailed across it as you were struggling to get yourself properly situated; you should have guessed that it wouldn’t be an easy feat, given his size.

But that small touch was all it took – before you knew it, you’d been promptly shoved to the side, and Sans had quickly retreated, spouting some bullshit about suddenly being exhausted, leaving you alone on the couch, completely nonplussed.

And now, you were fed up.

If he was worried about how you’d feel about him finding you….disgusting, well, sure, you were going to feel like utter crap, but at least you’d know. Anything was better than this obvious evasion bullcrap of his.

So you hatched a devious plan – a plan which his brother had helped you with, naturally (Papyrus had freaked out pretty bad after not seeing you for a week – but was endlessly thankful to find out you didn’t hate him). He’d hidden you at their house until he was completely sure that Sans was around (yes, you’d sat yourself in a cupboard for a solid 4 hours, you weren’t exactly proud of it, but desperate times called for desperate measures); before leaving to go to Undyne’s for the weekend, texting you as he left (GOOD LUCK, TINY HUMAN! I BELIEVE IN YOU!)

The trap was set. Now all you had to do was complete it, and not fuck up.

Slowly you slunk out of your kitchen cupboard prison, quietly stretching your arching limbs and sighing in relief when you heard that the TV was on – that meant he probably wouldn’t hear your approach, an integral part to the plan; you didn’t want him teleporting off somewhere, so you needed to make sure you had some kind of hold on him. That way, he wouldn’t be able to simply disappear without carrying you along.

Gathering your grit, you sneaked your way across the carpet to the living room, keeping as low as you could, just in case he saw your reflection in the TV screen. Soon, you were safely behind the couch, an oblivious Sans giggling at something on the TV above you.

Before he could so much as catch his breath after his laughter, you leapt up from your hiding place, hooking your arms around his neck as hard as you could, grasping onto your arms for added grip.

He gasped raggedly at the contact – and the next thing you knew, your body had started to float up off the ground; you growled under your breath, gripping harder to ensure continued contact, quite offended that he’d have the nerve to use magic on you.

“Stop it with the floating crap, Sans!”

You immediately drop back against the back of the couch as Sans continues to gasp in alarm, now realising who it was who had openly attacked him; you purposely squeezed a little tighter. If he was that disgusted by your touch, by god, you were going to make him suffer for it.

“Right. Now, here’s how it’s gonna go down-”

“stars, y/n, you scared the soul outta me!”

“Shhh! You’ve been ghosting me for three weeks, and now, you’re going to tell me why, and I’m not letting go until you do!”

Sans groans softly at that, before quickly standing up in an effort to catch you off guard and shake you off; which doesn’t work in the least, only making you hang on all the tighter as your kicking feet swing in the air.

“I told you, I’m not letting go! Now, sit the fuck back down and talk to me!”

He outright growled at that, but did as you asked, plonking himself back down on the couch with an irritated huff, giving you the opportunity to scramble over the back of the couch at last and wrap your body around his; something which you almost immediately regret when he shudders and tenses up under your touch.

“….do you hate me that much, Sans? Am I….that disgusting to you?”

You’re met with silence, before he heaves out a heavy sigh.

“...no, y/n, sweetheart, it’s not like that. shit, i should have realised that’s what you’d think...”

“...well, do you just want to end this thing we have, then? Is that why you-”

“no! stars, no. i….ok, no good way to come out with this….but first, would you...can you l-let go of me?”

“….are you just going to run away if I do?”

“i promise you, sweetheart, i won’t.”

You grumble slightly, but finally allow yourself to let go – Sans was always a man of his word. Slowly you clamber off his back, landing with a soft ‘oof’ next to him on the couch; he meanwhile seems to sigh with relief, making your metaphorical hackles raise in response.

“So. Explain. Because you seem pretty damn pleased that I’m not touching you right now.”

He squirmed in his seat, painful guilt spreading across his features.

“i don’t...hate you. or find you disgusting….heh, quite the opposite, in fact. but….oh man, this is gonna sound so stupid. i’ve never….i’ve never been with a human before. you’re just so...so tiny, and it’s been so long since someone’s hugged me like that, and i just don’t know how to deal with it-”

“Wait. So what you’re saying is….that you’re basically touch-starved? And worried that you’re going to hurt me?”

He hurriedly nods, gulping, eye-lights flickering down to examine the carpet.

“pretty stupid, right?”

“...no, not at all. I mean….I get it, if that’s what you’re worried about. But Sans...Sans, look at me.”

He does, his expression desperate, obviously expecting the worst; carefully, keeping eye-contact with him all the while, you climb up and into his lap, before slowly reaching up and cupping his face – he shudders delicately under your touch, his expression growing increasingly anxious.

“Hey, it’s ok. You’re safe….just relax into it, ok? It’s ok to just….enjoy it. I’m not going anywhere.”

His sockets widen slightly at your words, before he heaves out a heavy sigh, taking a moment to adjust, smile stretching a little wider as you gently rubbed at his cheeks with your thumbs.

“See? I’m not breaking or anything.”

“…but i’m not touching you.”

“You can, if you like.”

He hesitates for a brief second, before reaching up and placing his hands on your waist; now it was your turn to shudder slightly under his touch – the sensation of his enormous hands squeezing the flesh of your stomach was utterly delicious.

“am i hurting you?”

“Oh no, far from it. I was just thinking...how nice it feels.”

The corners of his smile lift at that, his movements on your waist growing a little more confident, phalanges prodding and stroking at the flesh curiously; how you ached to have those hands under your shirt.

Edging your body just a touch closer, you tip your head up and confidently kiss him; for a moment, his body freezes up, before he moans, deep and low, opening his mouth and licking your lips – a heated shiver runs up and down your spine as you open your mouth, lapping at his tongue as best you could, inwardly day-dreaming about how amazing such a tongue would feel just a little lower.

Eventually, you’re the one to break the kiss, smiling up at him reassuringly as he exhaled as if he’d been running a race, chest heaving, a spattering of blush across his cheekbones. It was a good thing; it told you that he was enjoying what you were doing. There wasn’t a hint of revulsion in his expression, only a sweet, worried hesitance.

Slowly, you trailed your hands down to his neck; his breathing hitches, a soft moan escaping him, his sockets fluttering shut – you grin in response, continuing to trail your fingers ever so softly over his vertebrae.

“Is that….nice?”

He shivers at your slightly lowered tone, frantically nodding.

“y-yeah. sweetheart, are you sure-”

“You’re not hurting me, not even a little. In fact...”

Your hands leave his neck briefly, resulting in a gentle whine of complaint from him; which quickly changes to a choked inhale, his sockets shooting open in shock as you lift up your shirt, slowly dragging his hands up to your ribcage.

“...I think you can touch me more. I want you to.”

“i...i...”

His eye-lights shake and dilate in his sockets, his phalanges warily grazing against your flesh, feeling the bones beneath.

“...y/n...you’re so...tiny.”

“Pfft. Maybe by monster standards.”

“heh, i mean, your ribcage is just...”

You chuckled, hands drifting to his chest, fingers trailing over the bones beneath his shirt.

“Well, compared to yours, I suppose you’re right.”

He’d gone completely still at your gentle, stroking touch, sockets wide, before a nervous, shaking laugh escapes him.

“heh, y/n, t-that’s kind of a s-sensitive-”

He gasps, his back arching as you experimentally dig your fingernails into what bones you could reach through his shirt.

“h-holy shit-”

“Too much?”

A shuddering, more than pleased moan is all you receive; grinning a little wider, you quickly flip up his shirt, fingers seeking his ribs – you blink in shocked surprise as you realise he really wasn’t kidding about you being ‘tiny’; you just about manage to grab a hold of one of his floating ribs, your hand barely closing around the thick bone.

Sans’ socket flared with magic, a mewl erupting from him as you stroked the slightly rough texture of his floating rib. Feeling ever more confident, you lean your body forward, licking the side of his neck, grinding your hips into him; his hands tightened deliciously on your body, thumbs rubbing the undersides of your breasts as his movements became evermore desperate.

“y-y-y/n-!”

You hummed softly in answer, stopping for a moment in your ministrations to look up at him teasingly.

“You ok?”

“m-mm...”

“Want me to keep….going? Or is this too fast?”

He ground his teeth as he thought it over, eye-lights flickering as he read your expressions.

“i...sweetheart, i’d love to, but-”

“Oh, well, if you’d love to~”

You purposely scraped your fingernails along his rib; his mouth opens in a silent scream, phalanges digging down hard into your flesh subconsciously – you wondered if he realised how close his thumbs were to your breasts, as surely he must have noticed your squirming as you relished under the harder touch.

“n-no, wait!”

You immediately stop, not wanting to make him panic.

“What’s up?”

“i...i….i’m gonna be too big for...y-you.”

You raise a singular brow at that.

“You mean your dick?”

He flushed, socket widening at your brass statement.

“uh...yeah.”

“Huh. Well, can I be the judge of that? Bet you anything that you won’t be.”

He audibly gulped, before chuckling gently.

“...you really wanna do this on the couch?”

“Honestly, I’d be happy to do it anywhere if it involves you. But if you’re uncomfortable, we can move.”

His blush immediately increased at your words, embarrassed puffs of laughter escaping him.

“oh, stars, sweetheart – heh, you’re being kinda, uh….dominant, y’know? ‘kay, maybe that’s not the right word, but-”

“You’re nervous about this, right? So I don’t mind taking the lead just a little until you feel more confident about things. I just….I just want to make you feel good.”

More embarrassed laughter escapes him at that point, his gigantic body shaking underneath yours.

“So...want to go to your room?”

With a little more eagerness, he grabs onto your body harder; and before you knew it, you’d appeared in Sans’ admittedly filthy room. He’d managed to appear on his mattress though, thankfully (landing in a pile of dirty socks would have most definitely been a turn off).

Now that he was in a more ‘comfortable’ space, you wasted no time, quickly returning to your gentle touches, increasing the kisses and licks against his neck; he shivered and groaned loud, before pulling you off with apparent ease, hands tight on your hips as he held you away from his body. You frown, struggling lightly in his hold, not understanding his sudden refusal.

“h-hang on a second. i just….did you...”

He swallowed, eye-lights shifting away from you.

“did you wanna….get undressed with me? it’d probably make it...easier, right?”

You pause for a moment, absorbing his words, before grinning wide, happy that he was getting a little more confident with being intimate with you.

“Hell yes it would, big guy. So….wanna go first?”

“….how ‘bout we take turns?”

You shrug; you weren’t bothered either way – the sooner you got your mitts on him the better. He smirked slightly, obviously catching onto your hardly masked eagerness; before he started to peel off his t-shirt, keeping solid eye-contact with you all the while.

You bite at your lip as his full ribcage finally comes into view; it was one thing to feel it, but to actually see it in front of you? He truly was massive. You could understand why he thought of you as delicate and breakable, with bones as thick and hardy as his – his humerus was the size of your thigh, for fucks sake.

He watched your expression for any hint of hesitation; and seemed quite shocked to not only find no such thing, but to see the growing excitement on your features.

What could you say? You were a total size queen.

“Heh, guess that makes it my turn, right?”

Smirking ever so slightly, you shed yourself of your own t-shirt, confidence sky-rocketing when you hear a soft intake of breath coming from Sans, his eye-lights dilating at the sight of you. You’re a little put off, however, by his next words.

“...you’re so tiny.”

“Oh my god, would you stop? Yeah, you’re the monster with a teeny tiny human for a girlfriend, we get it.”

He audibly snorts, covering his mouth as his frame shakes with laughter; laughter which continued as he started to strip off his shorts, before carelessly throwing the material off into some corner of his room (probably never to be seen again). You feel some disappointment that he’s wearing boxers under his shorts (he’d always struck you as the type to be too lazy for underwear, but apparently you were sorely mistaken), but that disappointment soon disappears as you notice the glowing tent in said boxers.

He really wasn’t kidding when he said he was big. But he was wrong about being too big for you, that was for sure – your mouth practically watered at the sight of his concealed length, and it took all you had not to pounce on him; no, you were still taking this carefully, after all.

Gulping down in an effort to suppress yourself further, you squirmed out of your jeans, kicking the constrictive material off your legs, allowing air to hit your soaking core; it was a good thing you didn’t care too much about this particular pair of panties.

Now, this was where Sans was left slightly at a loss, knowing that he’d be completely nude before you. Seeing his discomfort, you softly place you hand over his knee (ignoring his shiver at the contact – now that you knew what it truly meant, it wasn’t something to be bothered about), smiling at him with equal softness.

“Would you like it better if we both stripped off completely at the same time?….or maybe you’d prefer it if-”

You hand trailed a little higher, edging up his femur.

“-I took this off for you?”

He growled softly under his breath, making to swat your hand off him, which you easily evade.

“woman, you’re going to be the death of me, i swear.”

“Nah, you don’t think that. Really, you want me to do it...”

You edge your body closer, fingertips trailing further still up his femur.

“Really, you want me to undress you, to touch you. That’s what you really want, isn’t it….Sans?”

His breath stutters out of him, his body quivering in clear excitement as your fingertips edged closer and closer to his crotch.

“You’ve got to use your words if you want me to, of course….or perhaps you don’t? Perhaps I should just get dressed-”

“n-no! um. please.”

“Please what?”

He gulped, his sockets huge, eye-lights blown wide as he watched your every movement.

“p-please….please touch me.”

You smirked, leaning forward and grasping the material of his boxers with your teeth, gently starting the process of tugging them down and off him; he lifts his hips almost shyly, face a blushing mess as his erection finally springs free – upon seeing it, you instantaneously lose your careful nature, all but ripping his boxers off the rest of his body, an almost feral noise rippling up your throat at the sight of him.

He watches you warily for a moment as you take in the sight of him, and by god, what a sight – just looking at his massive length alone was making your thighs quiver. But before he can question your thoughts, he lets out a yelp as you bend, trailing a long, languid lick up his length, letting out a breathy moan as you did so.

“f-f-fuck, y/n-”

“Shh...just let me make you feel good, ok?”

Ignoring his faint protests, you run your tongue around his tip slowly, revelling in the sensation – he was so wonderfully smooth, almost like one of your toys; but alive, warm, pulsing with every movement of your tongue. Groaning in faint ecstasy, you finally take him into your mouth, your lips stretching as wide as they possibly could to accommodate his thickness as you trailed your tongue down the underside of his cock. Finally looking up at him, you locked eye-contact as you swallowed him a little deeper into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks to create suction; and his expression is an absolute picture.

His mouth hangs open, tongue lolling as he gasped and mewled, his cheeks overrun by blue blush; his body squirmed, clearly overstimulated, yet he didn’t pull away from you, and always kept eye-contact with you – it seemed that he was drinking in your expressions just as much as you were his.

Inwardly, you smirk, purposefully swallowing around his length, taking him deeper into your throat, before bobbing your head, now that your mouth and throat were somewhat accustomed to how thick he was; but your movements are short lived as you’re unceremoniously yanked off of him once again. You whine softly, attempting to scramble back to him, only to have him openly laugh (albeit a little breathlessly, thanks to your treatment), thumbs digging into your hip bones.

“pfft, sweetheart, c’mon, if you kept going i would’ve...”

He faltered a little, a little more blush creeping up on his cheeks (not something you’d have thought possible by this point, honestly). You grumble in disappointment, stopping your struggles at last.

“And what if that was what I was trying to do, huh?”

He blinks, clearly not expecting that answer, his grip loosening a little.

“i...uh...”

“Heh, nah, kidding big guy - ‘course I want you inside me, I’d be crazy to pass that up.”

He chokes out a surprised breath, eye-lights turning into tiny hearts momentarily; you chuckle and smirk, before arching in his grip, plastering on your best submissive expression.

“C’mon, don’t you want to fill me up...Sans?”

For a moment, you worry that you’d actually managed to break him, given how long he simply stared at you, frozen; before a low, rumbling growl rose from him, making your toes curl in sweet anticipation.

“I’d be so tight around you, so wet-”

You softly squeak as you’re promptly dumped on your back onto the mattress; before you squeak somewhat louder as he rips both articles of underwear clean off your body, throwing them somewhere behind him. For the briefest of seconds, you think about protesting; but then it occurs to you that you didn’t really care for that particular set anyway.

And him just ripping your clothing off you as if it was nothing was incredibly hot.

You squirm your body purposefully, arching your back and opening your legs; a clear invitation. Sans grumbles above you, eye-lights raking over every inch of you, now completely laid bare to him – his fingers dig into the surface of the mattress on either side of your head, and you frown, confused as to why is was still restraining himself. It then occurred to you that he was probably still worried over breaking you, and perhaps still feeling a little unsure of himself full-stop.

Now, you could, of course, stop. Call it a day.

But your body had no such patience for that.

You keen wantonly underneath him, thrusting your hips up in an effort to meet his, every inch of you screaming how much you wanted this, how much you wanted him, how much you needed his-

You let out a slightly sobbed exhale of relief as he starts to press the head of his cock inside you, letting out a hissing moan as he did so, sockets squeezed shut. You subconsciously angle you hips to make it easier for him, opening your legs a little wider (though truthfully you really wanted to hook your ankles behind his hip bones); you both gasp as his length slips in a little deeper, Sans finally opening his sockets in shock as your pussy hungrily pulled him in.

“y-you’re….you’re ok?”

You whined, thrusting your hips, forcing more of his length inside you; he yelps softly in response, frowning down at you for your impatience.

“...I’m great. I just….I just really need you inside me, please, please-”

A heaving shudder runs through him at your begging, his cock throbbing inside you; but he thankfully listened, grabbing under your behind to force your hips up higher still, slowly thrusting deeper into your core, hissing praises leaving him as he did so.

You knew that he probably wouldn’t last long; you could already feel the tell-tale jerking along his length, could see him shuddering above you – but it hardly mattered, as you knew you weren’t too far behind, you body quivering in glee at how perfectly full you were. And you were only getting fuller.

Your hips jerk against him once again, greedy for more of him; and it seemed you’d timed it at the perfect moment, just as he’d thrust forward himself – before you knew it, his hipbones had slapped against your flesh, both you and Sans letting out quiet screams of surprised satisfaction as he bottomed out. You grinned up at him, squirming deliciously around his length in order to make it easier for him to move.

“Told you that you’d fit.”

He lets out a startled bark of laughter, leaving you to mewl as the movement sends rippling quivers straight to your g-spot. He openly smirks at that, purposefully making his cock jerk inside you, smacking hard against that wonderful, wonderful place.

“y’know, i should probably punish you, for being so damn forceful.”

“You won’t.”

“oh?”

You yelp as he suddenly pulls out, before thrusting back into you just as suddenly; and sure, he might yelped with you, but it certainly got his point across – not that you actually viewed such a thing as a ‘punishment’.

You grind up against him, trying to move yourself up and down on his cock, suddenly all the more desperate for it, chasing the orgasm that you’d had the briefest of tastes of when he’d thrust inside you.

“More….please Sans! I’m-”

He whines at you continue to grind on him, his phalanges digging into the flesh of your ass, holding you still as you yowled in protest.

“p-please, just wait a sec, i’m really...c-close-”

“Yeah, well, so am I! I don’t care if we haven’t been doing this long, we can do more, please, more, just let me cum, Sans-!”

He snarls, magic flaring in his socket, and for the briefest of moments you worry that you’d actually upset him; before he started to rut into you at an almost furious pace, forcibly bringing your hips up to meet every bruising movement. Your back arches without your consent, sobs leaving your mouth as you’re finally permitted to clench down hard around his cock, muscles twitching with the force of your orgasm; Sans’ breath hitches as he feels you get even tighter around him, his thrusts becoming sloppy – before he, at last, lets himself go, all but roaring as he cums inside you. But instead of the usual amount you’d come to expect when having sex, you gasp in surprise as the sheer amount of cum he’s spurting into you fills you to bursting, dripping from your aching pussy and onto the mattress below. After a good few seconds of filling you up, he shudders, his cock jerking a few more times inside of you, before his body sags; still, despite his obvious fatigue, he carefully pulls out of you, laying the two of you well out of the way of the damp spot.

Grumbling in a satisfied manner, he curls himself around you, sweetly kissing your forehead. You hum happily at the contact, squirming closer to him, snuggling your face against his sternum.

“so….”

“So.”

You hear him audibly gulp, leaving you to giggle.

“Sans, it’s fine. I mean….it was our first time, and I’m not going to lie – that was freakin’ awesome.”

“i didn’t last long-”

“Yeah, and neither did I. Big whoop. I had fun, you had fun – that’s all that matters, you know? I mean, there’s plenty of time to beat out current time, riiight…?”

He chuckles at that, but you can tell he’s pretty relieved.

“i guess. though i wanted to make you cum more than once….”

“Oh? Well, Papyrus is away for the-”

You squeak slightly as he leaps into sudden movement, jumping away and jerking open your legs, before softly kissing your inner thigh.

“nah. sorry sweetheart, you asked for this – i’m thinking that four’s a pretty good number, how about you?”

#sans x reader #liiiitttle bit of Dom!Reader here #just a little #and we have a size kink ehehe #yup #that's enough tags #I'm off to become one with my duvet again see ya #Undertale #fanfiction #smut

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Blue Strings Of Mercy - Chapter 2 - Blue Strings From Above

I want to let everyone know that while this Error is pretty chill and fine with his situation, he is not unaffected by it. It would be impossible to come out totally unscratched, at least mentally and/or emotionally.

For example: Twisted!Error has a fear of white rooms because of being the Anti-Void, put him in a totally white room and he will have one hell of a panic attack. He also has some mental problems as well from being in there for so long and not remembering anything. And when I say not remembering anything, I mean anything.

HWHBB!Error can not stand yelling/screaming, or at least not constant yelling or too many people yelling at the same time. As he is fine with the white part, but the Voices are what really messed him up besides the obvious in that story. Yelling reminds him of the Voices, and that can cause him to have a panic attack or just be stuck in his head in memories as he remembers mostly everything but his original home before the Anti-Void. He also has depression and anxiety. He has many other problems, but they come from other sources then the Anti-Void.

This Error is apathetic from all of this. He is fine with white and yelling, but he has trouble with feelings because of being stuck in the Anti-Void for so long. He can feel them, but doesn't understand them. And usually he only feels a little bit of them, like a pinch before it leaves, he has trouble feeling strong emotions. And then when he does feel strongly, he gets confused as to what he is feeling and may lash out in different ways depending on what he is feeling. Like if he feels strong anger, he may just choke that person out and be confused as to why he is doing it. Some other problems that this Error has may show up later on in the story.

I will not be writing Papyrus in all caps.

-Chapter Start-

Error was right, soon - or at least is seemed soon to him, but the White had no meaning of time - the whole Multiverse was brimming with so many different and colorful AU's. Error knew it was only time before the Monsters figured out how to travel the many different AU's. That and after they figure it out, someone is going to start some shit like the genocidal humans do. And Ink wasn't done with his creating either, Error has watched him draw out even more AU's.

Error knew it would all go to shit eventually. Some of the Monsters would eventually start a conflict with one another once they realize all the different universes, and he had front row seats to see what goes down when it does. When, not if.

But for now he sat back and played with the strings in his hands, his mind blank as the portal in front of him showed UnderTale in the middle of a genocide run. The Voices liked watching this kind of run and usually kept quite during it, but all Error felt was numb.

Right now it was Papyrus Vs the genocidal human. Not that Error knew that, he was too busy trying to think on what he can do. While the White was near perfect, he wanted something else to do. 'Maybe I can take up a hobby....' Error clicked his tongue. 'But what? And with what? There is not much here....'

Then Error happened to glance up at the wrong time. A flash and a scream made him jerk, strings going out to stop the threat to himself automatically and unconsciously. It took Error blinking a few times before he realized what he had done, silence deafening.

He had looked up just when the human was going to give Papyrus that one slice, the one that would turn his body to dust, while Papyrus screamed/talked that he believed in them. Because he was stuck in his head, he did not expect it. So his strings went into the portal and tied the human up.

All Error could do is blink at the portal, it showing a shocked Papyrus and human - and a hidden Sans as well - before letting his lazy smile come back up and let out a small chuckle. "HeH....I DiDn'T sEE tHAT cOMiNG..."

'WHAT DID YOU DO!?'

'OH SHIT!'

'HAHAHAHA-'

'Well....You fucked up.'

-UnderTale-

"Um....Sans?" Papyrus softly asked once his brother stumbled into the clearing, shock written all over their faces. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

"If you mean the human tied up with magical string coming from out of nowhere....Then yes, yes I am." Sans blankly stated, staring at the scene in front of him in shock awe.

Bright blue strings held the human up. It wrapped around their whole body and the knife they held, but what caught the two's attention was the way the strings wrapped around the human's red SOUL. It made the human unable to move, making them stand there frowning and growling. Sans knew they couldn't even RESET or RELOAD with the strings forcing them there. But, and Sans looked around, the strings literally came from nowhere. And start from nowhere as well.

Soon the strings moved, making the brother still. They tensed, waiting for a fight, but soon felt of kilter by what they saw next. They strings moved the human as if it was a puppet, making the human do a silly little dance!

The little human twirled and did the jazz hands, then proceeded to shake their little booty to a unknown beat. Sans snorted while Papyrus had a hand to his mouth to try and stop his giggles, both of them relaxing without realizing it at the silly sight before them. The strings twirled and moved gracefully as it forced the human to follow what it wanted. It made Sans wonder who the puppet master is, magic must come from somewhere and someone after all.

Soon the strings made the human give a bow. Papyrus gave a delighted laugh, while Sans kept a socket out at this new anomaly. But what happened next shocked them, the strings tightened around the SOUL, making it crack before pausing. Then the strings moved the SOUL to them, the human forced to stay were they were as their SOUL moved away.

Next thing the two skeletons knew, they were staring at the SOUL wrapped in blue strings that was right in front of them, with the human a few feet away.

"Um....Brother?" Papyrus hesitated. "What is going on?"

"I...I think it is offering us the SOUL...?" Sans questioned, only to take a sharp intake when the strings forced the SOUL to move up and down, as if nodding at the question. "...Okay."

"Would it change anything?" Papyrus brightly asked his brother, eyes shining as he looked at the string. "I have never seen such strings before!" He gushed, reaching out. The string moved back a few inches when his hand got close, making him pause before putting his hand back down. The string only moved the SOUL back when Papyrus put his hand back down. "I'm so sorry Magical Blue String!"

Sans snorted, before glancing at the human. He was pretty sure that them taking the SOUL would change nothing in this twisted game. But the string were new, and it seemed that whoever controlled them - because someone had to and Sans would not be convinced otherwise. He just had to figure out where they are! - was trying to communicate with them, so they could probably see and hear them. "No, I don't think anything would change. But thanks for tryin'." Sans winked at the string. "I guess we should just shatter the SOUL...."

"But Sans!" Papyrus gasped, turning to look down at his shorter brother. "The human could still change! There is no need for us to-!"

"They almost dusted you...again." Sans growled. "I am not arguing about this with you-"

"If we just give them some more time-"

"They had enough time the last timeline-"

*CRACK*

Both brothers jolted and sharply turned. The strings tightened around the SOUL, making the little crack a little bigger, before lessening when it had their attention. The strings waited a moment before moving the SOUL to Sans. As if saying that it agreed with him over Papyrus. That was all Sans needed for some reason.

Papyrus watched wide eyed as he brother just summoned a bone and shattered the SOUL. The pieces fell, the strings falling limp. The human went limp as well. The strings gently laid them down, but not before forcing the human to give a nod in their direction. To the brothers, watching the strings slowly disintegrate was a beautiful sight. They sparkled and fell like snow, then it was gone. Like it was never there to begin with.

"Sans.....What just happened?" Papyrus slowly held a hand out where the strings were before, trying to see if they were really gone or if they were even there to begin with. But the dead, cold human body told him that yes, what he just saw was not his imagination.

"Bro...I think we just witnessed some divine intervention." Sans told him jokingly. It was probably a random anomaly, something that will never happen again. A glitch in the code. "Because holy moly, that was godsend wasn't it?"

"SANS!"

-Anti-Void-

"WElL...ThAT wAS FUn." Error's lazy smile grew a bit, one hand reaching up to rub his 'tear' marks. "I DiDn'T EvEN KNoW i cOUlD Do tHAT."

'WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!'

'OH GOD!?'

'You messed with the story, the code!'

"NO i DiDn'T, ON thE COdE pART aT LEasT." Error corrected himself. "i JuST mEsSeD wItH tHE sTOrY." Error repeated before shrugging lazily from his seat on the ground. "AnD iT's FIne, THe cODe iS wORKiNG fiNE, LOok thE kiD reSeTed agaIn." Error pointed to the portal, where it showed everything going back to the start. "BEsiDEs iT wAS inTResTING....HeH."

'What are you laughing for-Wait....'

'YOU are not thinking what I think you are thinking are you?!'

'You are one stupid motherfucker if you even try this again!'

'I HATE YOU WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING FOR BEING SO DUMB!'

"NoW, NOw. THErE iS nO neeD TO woRrY." Error waved off the Voices sputtering. "BuT i DO neEd a NEw hOBBy. WhY noT thIS? iT'S nOT liKE thEY cAN sEE mE OR HEaR ME."

'Playing with them is not going to end well.'

'They are going to misunderstand!'

'This is a dumb idea! You are going to do something you regret!'

'oh, you really are a fool.'

"FOoL i mAY bE," Error told the Voices as he hopped on his hammock. "bUT i rAthER bE A hAPPy ONE iNStEaD oF a BOReD ONe." Error have a yawn as he settled back, hands behind his head and closing his sockets. "ANd BeSIdES, HoW fAR anD DeEp cAn thIS gO?"

'It can go very far if you are not careful! You are going to get into some crazy shit and regret it, then where will you be?'

'I'll be here in the White as always.' Error huffed to himself before letting himself drift off. Where else would he be? This is the perfect place for him, he never wanted to leave and never will. 'It's not like anyone can make me leave, nor will I ever want to.'

Error would later look back at this time as the point it all went to hell for him. Sure it was fine for a while, but then they saw him. He should have listened to the Voices. That or promptly strangled himself with his strings when it went too far, that would have been less painful and more comfortable in his humble opinion then all this crazy shit going on around him.

Besides, Error has learned the hard way that accidents can happen. And those accidents can lead to a snowball effect. His started on a unconscious reaction, and so did his leaving the White. The Voices were right in the end, as always.

-End Chapter-

#Apathetic!Error #Forced Destroyer Error #Error Sans #Fanfiction #Fanfic #Harrish6 #Honey badger Doesn't Care #Misunderstandings #Fate Is Face Palming Right Now #Destiny Is Laughing And Loving Every Moment Of This

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