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barksenji · 28 days ago

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Déjà Vu. A Dusttale Dusttake.

A pawn.

Déjà Vu is a Dusttake take focused on Sans spiral into paranoia and psychosis as he starts losing himself to the resets. You can read the full thing on AO3.

Here's the link to the chapter:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63688507/chapters/165220540

I wanted to explore more of Papyrus' perspective. The characterization might be a little bit off, so forgive me for my crimes. Sans seems to be up to something, I sure wonder what it is.

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Some might call Papyrus naive, immature or innocent. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if some thought he was stupid.

But beyond what others thought, Papyrus was clever enough to notice when something was wrong—especially when it came to his brother.

Sans no longer cracked puns. He barely slept. He didn't eat. He'd disappear for hours, and when he came back, he collapsed into his bed. The people of Snowdin whispered among themselves, murmuring that Sans was violent, that he was sick—that he wasn't the same.

Papyrus didn't like hearing them talk about his dear brother like that; only he was allowed to complain about Sans!

Of course, he had confronted him about it. But the conversations always ended the same way: with Sans assuring him that everything was fine, even though the exhaustion in his sockets betrayed his words.

Papyrus didn't want to meddle in his brother's business, but with each passing day, the question became more persistent: What was Sans doing in his workshop? What was he up to when he isolated himself all day?

The door was usually locked, so he could only wonder. But no matter how much he tried to ignore it, the unease didn't go away. Especially after hearing Sans talking to... someone? It had been barely a whisper while he passed by to leave him some food.

Wasn't he alone there? Who was he talking to? Was someone hurting Sans? Obviously, that was something Papyrus couldn't allow.

That night, while tossing and turning in bed, curiosity took hold of him. He couldn't sleep without his bedtime story, and Sans wasn't there to read it for him.

Sure, he could read it on his own, but it wasn't the same as when Sans did it.

The faint sound of banging, scraping, and clinking filtered through the floor. Any other day, it would have been too weak to bother him. But this time, every noise felt like a prick in his skull. And the smell... a strong, penetrating scent of metal. That was the last straw.

Papyrus stumbled out of bed, and, as he feared, the house was empty. He probably shouldn't go out into the Snowdin cold in just his pajamas, but the urgency in his chest didn't even let him get dressed.

The cold cut through him to the bone as he made his way to the basement. He stopped when he saw a faint light shining through the slightly ajar door of the workshop. He guessed today was his lucky day; Sans usually locked himself in there.

For a moment, he thought about calling his brother. His mouth instinctively opened, the name "Sans" almost escaping his lips. But he stopped.

Was it so bad to spy a little?

He moved cautiously, holding his breath. He peeked through the crack in the door.

Papers scattered across the floor. Tools spread out. And in the center of it all, Sans, hunched over a machine, the flickering light of a screen reflecting in his sockets.

He wasn't moving. Papyrus couldn't see his expression, but... he looked disappointed? Surprised?

Then, Sans spoke.

"No way."

He crouched to the ground and picked up one of the many papers scattered around. His hands were shaking.

"I've figured it out." The words escaped Sans in a breathy sigh.

Papyrus looked again at the machine. From his position, he could barely make it out. It didn't seem special. And yet, the atmosphere in the workshop felt dense, suffocating.

His eyes drifted over the cluttered room, landing on the scattered pieces of machinery—twisted metal and wires tangled like forgotten scraps. His brow furrowed. How many things had Sans built here? And why had he kept it all hidden?

Surely, Papyrus—with his vast knowledge on puzzles—could have helped!

Papyrus took a step forward without realizing it. His hand brushed the door.

The creak echoed through the room.

Sans' eyes locked onto the entrance. Empty. Maniacal.

The world seemed to freeze.

Sans slowly straightened up. Damn, he should have locked the door. Had someone seen him? Was he being watched? With unsteady steps, he moved forward.

"Um... is someone there?"

No response.

"Heh, I feel like a cat at a dog parade."

Nothing.

Sans hesitated. Then, with a violent jerk, he opened the door.

But when he looked around, no one was outside.

Papyrus' breathing was erratic. His mind clouded. He didn't know he could run so fast, let alone in a robe and slippers.

His soul pounded in his chest. He wanted to know more. He needed to understand what was tormenting his brother. Maybe he could read his notes? Being his brother, he could surely understand something from them, right?

Papyrus shook his head: No! To intrude on his brother's privacy was totally unacceptable and irresponsible on his part. Besides, Sans only left his notes in his workshop...

A workshop that was closed most of the time.

There was no way he could steal the key! That went against the values of the great Papyrus!

Right?

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The day went as expected. Sans barely passed by home, took a couple of bites of Papyrus' food, and then, with a notebook in hand, disappeared. What a way to discredit his amazing spaghetti!

...Surprisingly, Sans didn't spend all his time in his workshop.

Sometimes he went out to Snowdin or somewhere else to "take notes." Papyrus wasn't sure what that meant, but it was great because it meant Sans' workshop was left alone for a good while.

Papyrus waited. He counted the seconds. Made sure he was completely alone.

And then, everything was set in motion.

Wire. Glasses. A lot of patience. And a guilt expanding in his chest.

He said he wouldn't steal the key, but he never said anything about forcing the lock! Clearly, stealing is wrong, but if a door can be forced, maybe the owner should have bought a better one.

So, this was totally fine. It was for the well-being of his brother, after all, right? At times, it's necessary to invade someone's privacy! For, uh, the greater good.

Before summoning the courage to go to the workshop, he checked Sans' room. If he was going to snoop around, he had to fully commit to the role.

It was disgusting.

Dust had accumulated on the furniture. Mold grew in the corners. The smell of dampness made his stomach turn. It was clear he hadn't been there in a while.

Despite the smell, he gathered his determination and checked everything. Drawers. Under the bed. Under the mattress. Among the trash from the self-sustaining tornado.

Nothing.

No more options left. He had to go to the workshop.

Each step toward the basement felt heavier than the last. What if Sans found out? What if he arrived early? What if...

No.

He shook his head. Took a deep breath.

He was there. In front of the closed door. He couldn't be a royal guard if he was a coward; how could he help the monsters if he couldn't even help his brother?

He pulled the handle and wasn't surprised to see his suspicions confirmed: Sans had locked the door.

Papyrus looked left and right, hearing nothing but his own heartbeat. He swallowed and pulled out some wire.

Nervously, he bent it to turn it into a lock pick and a tension wrench.

"This is just for my brother."

He skillfully inserted the tools into the lock and pushed upward, pausing a second before counting the clicks.

With each click of the pins, Papyrus grew more anxious, his hands almost too shaky to continue. Finally, the bolt retracted from the frame with a satisfying clack.

The door swung open, and Papyrus could finally get a good look at Sans' workshop.

A massive machine stared back at him.

Its glow—a sickly, flickering blue light—spilled from the tangle of cables and metal in the center of the room. It seemed to be made of scraps, a skeletal structure barely holding up under the weight of exposed circuits and rusted panels.

Attached to it were a mess of loose screens, some cracked, all showing errors. Text scrolling, symbols twisting when he tried to read them. Maybe some kind of code? He didn’t feel smart enough to decipher it.

He tried to step forward and nearly slipped on one of the papers scattered across the floor. He frowned, curious, and picked it up.

«It isn't supposed to be seen. The numbers. The text...»

«But I can. When I focus, I see something underneath it all: lines of something, like a hidden layer beneath reality itself. At first, I thought it was a temporary hallucination. But then I interacted with it. There was a piece of my name written there. I reached for it and the characters twisted.»

«I erased my own name.»

«It came back, but for a fraction of a second, I didn't exist.»

«I have to test this more thoroughly.»

Papyrus frowned and took another of the pages from the floor. Overlaid formulas and... blueprints? Of different machines.

Alternative determination extractor. Code renderer. Save point anchor. He didn’t know much about this, but the blueprints were impressive, each drawn with a maddening attention to detail.

If Sans used this potential for puzzles, he’d surely catch a human in the blink of an eye!

The thought quickly faded as concern took hold of him.

Each page he picked up was more cryptic than the last. Meaningless diagrams. Overly complex graphs. Too much information, yet he felt like he wasn’t getting anywhere with it.

In a way, it hurt. He felt too stupid, too naive to help Sans.

A crumpled piece of paper caught his attention.

«Papyrus is still here. That’s good. That’s real. I think.»

«But what if he’s just another pawn? Another version? Could I lose him if I never had him in the first place?»

«What if I’m the one who’s different?»

«...No. It wouldn’t matter. He'd still smile at me as if nothing happened.»

«Maybe that’s worse.»

A pawn?

Papyrus' heart shattered. A mix of emotions flooded him: rage, helplessness, sadness. Of course, Sans wasn't going to say anything to him. He wasn't smart enough to understand it.

Reading Sans' notes was like trying to solve a Junior Jumble.

He sat there for a while, going over his brother's notes again and again, searching for something, anything that could help him.

However, even though he recognized the words and numbers written on the pages, he couldn't make any sense of them.

His eyes returned to the machine. The screens still displayed lines of nonsensical code. He stood up and walked slowly toward them, the text reflected on their surface hypnotizing him.

Maybe if he searched more, he could—

“…Bro?”

A chill ran down his spine.

Papyrus blinked, his focus scattering instantly. He turned slowly toward the entrance of the workshop.

Sans was at the door.

A knot formed in his throat. He had been so absorbed in the papers, so caught up in his worry, that he had forgotten Sans was coming back.

He opened his mouth, hesitant, searching for something to say, anything that would relieve the tension that had just settled in the room. But he fell silent.

“Papyrus.” His name hung in the air, heavy, immovable.

“I...” A drop of sweat slid down his forehead. “I'm sorry. I was just... worried. I didn't mean to... well, I did, but...” He interrupted himself, stumbling over his own words.

There was no excuse.

Sans looked down at the papers. Then at the machine. Then at Papyrus. His expression was unreadable. Dark sockets, a low voice, his body unnaturally stiff, in stark contrast to his usual relaxed demeanor.

“…How much have you read?” he whispered.

“Oh! Uh... not much! Or, well, I didn't understand much, nyeheh, but...” He forced a smile, trying to downplay it. “I'm sorry, Sans... really, I'm sorry.”

Silence.

“Shit, you were the one watching me yesterday.”

Papyrus felt his own pulse in his non-existent ears.

“Heh, of course it was you.”

His brother had never scared him. As long as he could remember, Sans had been lazy, kind, distant at times, but never threatening. Never like this.

But now... now there was something in his posture, in the way he looked at him. Something that told him he should leave. Sans, for the first time in years, was scaring him.

Papyrus swallowed.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, buddy. You don't have to tell me twice, but he's not like that, he...”

“I— Who are you talking to?”

Sans didn't answer.

There was something in his gaze, in the way he seemed to be listening to something Papyrus couldn't hear. His brother looked like a shell of himself...

God, this had been a horrible idea.

“…Who are you really?”

Papyrus blinked.

“…What?”

“Because I think I know.”

“Sans...” His voice cracked. “I'm sorry. I— I just wanted to help! You weren't telling me anything and, as your brother, the great Papyrus... I... This was wrong. I'm sorry.”

Sans swallowed, and for a moment, a flicker of concern and sadness shone behind his usual mask—

then he let out a humorless laugh.

“Don't worry, Paps. Heh, if you found something embarrassing, pretend you didn't see it.” His voice was softer now, but empty. “Just, please, go.”

“Sans, we can talk about this. I don’t understand much, but—”

“Please, Papyrus.”

Papyrus swallowed his words and simply nodded. Sans had every right to be mad; he would be mad too if Sans went through his stuff without permission.

Not that he hid much from his brother, but still...

God, he wished Sans trusted him as much as he trusted Sans.

As soon as he left, the door slammed shut behind him.

The walk back to the house was miserable. Something was wrong with all the rambling and scribbles. He might not have understood much, but he noticed the urgency behind Sans’ writing.

Also, there was something familiar about it. Something uncomfortable amidst all the nonsense he had read. He didn’t understand, but it felt like he had seen this before.

Finally, he reached his room, immediately noticing how tired he was. He had been so worried about Sans that he hadn't slept. How careless!

He walked over to his bookshelf and grabbed his favorite book, shaking off the urge to cry. Tears didn’t belong on the face of someone as great as him!

He read to himself for hours. In any case, Sans wasn’t that great of a reader, and reading alone definitely sharpened his senses.

When he finally started nodding off, one question kept running through his mind: Had Sans always seen him as a pawn?

He’d show his brother that he was much more than that! Even more reasons to catch a human and join the royal guard!

Right?

#Dusttale #a dusttake from dusttale #dusttale #dusttale sans #dusttale!sans #dust!sans #dust! sans #dust sans #murder! sans #murder sans #murder!sans #utmv #dusttale papyrus #undertale sans #undertale papyrus

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chibishortdeath · 8 months ago

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Free will strikes again, these were some really fun doodles :3. I think Simon is allowed to be a little visual kei sometimes. Idk I just know he’d vibe with it. Explanations under a cut—

And also a couple unfinished doodles that were just intended to be rough pose/anatomy practice sketches, but ended up accidentally more detailed than intended 💀💀💀. It’s nothing graphic, but ⚠️slight artistic nudity warning⚠️ anyway in case d(>_< ).

Hehehe, this is based off of a photo from Malice Mizer live, it’s Simon in place of Mana and Fuma in place of Gackt. Very fun pose to draw!!! Especially cause it’s a pose with a whip and also cause idk why but I find poses with one or both arms up pretty easy to draw. And yeah yay, Fuma inclusion yippie :3!

I don’t have any other explanation for why this exists other than dresses are cool. So I made him one :D. The coord has a half caplet that connects to a shoulder paldron on the other shoulder by chain with a little cross. Under that there’s a blouse and skirt combo with patterns similar to his SQ armor and some rose thorn patterns around the ends of the sleeves and collar. Over that is a corset and under is a cage crinoline made to look like crosses peaking around the edge. Shoes carry outfit motifs like the roses on the bow tie and headdress and the lace throughout. Also, an eyepatch with cross on it because yeah, cute :3. I’d probably wear this if I had uh any skill in sewing at all (TwT ).

A not chibi version of the above outfit! Except probably without the crinoline with how the skirt fabric is sitting lol. Tbh I think Simon would probably be fine with this for a little bit and then get uncomfortable about having so many layers on. I don’t think he’d like tights at all 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀. Hmmm I’ll have to draw a version of it that’d be more comfortable for him hmm maybe tomorrow.

Another Simon holding Dracula’s heart artwork. Shout out to how this guy just carries this thing around for so long lol.

Simon facing off against his worst enemy: stairs! This one was practice drawing characters in backgrounds, since I’m so rusty at actually drawing those two things together (ToT ). I can draw a separate background fine, but the second I have to put someone in it I just completely forget what I’m doing XD.

This one is also a practice! He’s running up to the altar in Drac’s basement. The lighting was fun for this one, but I forgot to draw the whip in his hand 💀.

This one was an attempt at drawing a skeleton and keeping the same proportions in a drawing of someone (Simon) who is uh not a skeleton. Fun fact! It took me like 5 tries to get the skeleton to not just look like Papyrus Undertale cause holy heck do the skeletons from that game take a hold of some part of your art style and never let go 💀💀💀💀

CASTLEVANIA JUDGEMENT HAS HATS??? AS LIKE AN UNLOCKABLE?????????? So obviously I had to draw Simon (x2) with the bow options. Pink probs looks really nice with his hair tbh. And the striped bow was black and white so it fits with the Judgement design’s outfit. If I ever actually play this game again (I suck so bad at it), I’ll be trying to get these for the very important reason of Simon cute. :3

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Ok now these two. The first one was a different attempt at that Mana pose, but a bigger scale and a bit less exaggerated. I ended up having to do a ton of edits to it cause I kept making things too big or too small lol. And the second one is just a couple dynamic posing practices. They’re also excuses to draw more arm up poses cause they’re fun X3. He was just supposed to have like a generic placeholder rectangle er um uh there, but some of the sketchy lines ended up looking like what’s supposed to be in that spot, so I just didn’t wanna risk these being on main tags out in the open 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀. Though, tbh, I’ve seen more explicit things on the tags so eh, better safe than sorry tho (- w - )

#castlevania #castlevania games #simon belmont #akumajo dracula #akumajou dracula #castlevania ii #castlevania simon’s quest #simon’s quest #art post #my art #drawing the same guy all the time augh—#I’ve drawn a couple other things recently tho #i should put those up later hmm #it’s vocaloid stuff which whoah that’d make them the first vocaloid post of this account wait :0 #but yeah yay Simon and I put him in clothes :)#aaa I’m too sleepy to think of any other tags rn #honk shoo mimimimi I guess

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ratsoh-writes · 1 year ago

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They have a S/O that just adores bows(like those cute little bows one might tie on someone's hair). Skeletons reactions for when S/O inevitably asks to tie one or two or ten bows on their lovley skelly partner

Sans: these bows are seriously clashing with his style, which is a cross between burnt out college aid, a hobo and 30 year old man who lives in his moms basement. Sans loves them. Tie all the bows you want babe

Papyrus: yes, but only if the bow is that one red one that matches his favorite scarf perfectly! Papyrus let’s SO tie it around his forehead, and now that he’s really into that red color, he’s gonna wear his red sneakers too and the overalls with the cute strawberry patches on the knees. Yes yes, paps knows he’s a fashion icon

Star: actually his reaction depends a lot on how SO “sells” the bows to him. Star hates being treated like a little kid by his SO. When he’s messing with strangers it’s fine, but it’s not when it comes from someone he’s actually close to.

Honey: he whines a bit about how SO keeps dressing him up like some sort of 1950s wife. First it was the frilly aprons, now SO is putting bows on him lol. He always indulges them though despite the complaining lol

Red: get that girlie sh*t off of him- wait does that bow have the Star Trek symbol on it? … ok that one is fine

Edge: he’s not a feminine monster when it comes to his fashion, and he prefers ties for his suits but he’s willing to do bow ties from SOs collection once in a while. Seeing them get excited over putting it on always gives edge a smile

Mal: naturally, dating a fashion obsessed monster like mal means he takes SOs bow collection very seriously. Several of the bows in SOs collection have little rhinestones on them thanks to mal lol. And of course he’ll let SO put some on him. Accessories are what makes an outfit after all~

Cash: only if SO uses the ugliest brightest colors they have. Cash hasn’t disappointed his brother enough yet today

Oak: he’s cool with this, but he’s worried he might loose a bow. Oak would hate to disappoint SO later. He likes the velvet ones best, they’re soft.

Willow: he jokes that no matter how many bows SO ties, he’ll still be a big scary skeleton. Of course this only leads to SO somehow attaching their whole collection to willow. Willow is now a walking Clair’s ad.

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #undertale #swapfell #underswap #underfell #horrortale

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byuteablanc · 1 year ago

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One Human and a Whole Lotta Bones! | Skeleharem x Gender Neutral Reader

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I hope you enjoy this! If you need to find the beginning or any chapter, refer to the links at the bottom of the post!

And if you prefer to read on AO3, click on this!

Chapter Four: Strecrets

You woke up to your 3 AM alarm, groaning. You weren’t able to sleep all that much with work and your homework last night, at least you got a solid… three hours? You knew that wasn’t nearly enough, but it was better than nothing like most days.

You slid out of bed, akin to a slug. Your eyes felt heavy as you motioned toward your undergarment drawer. You opened it, noticing your abundance of socks and other clothing, but acute lack of underwear. You slowly blinked, your sleepy way of frowning without exhausting so much energy. Closing your drawer, you grab your blanket and wrap it around you, taking yourself downstairs to the laundry room.

Walking down the stairs and past the foyer, past the kitchen and the door to the basement, you get to the laundry room and attempt to open the door. But, it’s locked? You slow blink again. You don’t know why someone in their right mind would have a lock on the laundry room of all things, but pondering the necessity of that was beyond your tired consciousness. Weirdly, you heard shuffling in the room, someone was in there.

Sudden the door was opened to a nervous looking Stretch, he smiled down at you. “hey sweetie, what’s brings you to the laundry room at such an hour?” He uttered.

Becoming more awake, you furrow your brows. “I can ask you the same question. I was here to get my underwear, what were you doing here?” You raised a brow, becoming suspicious.

Stretch had a habit of staying up late longer than he should. On nights where you’d be up late or woke up in the middle of your sleep, he could be up and fumbling about in his room or around the house. It worried you a little, but when you’d ask he’d insist he was fine.

“oh nothing, just laying around and staying up like usual. you know me..!” He chuckled faintly, leaning more of himself against the door frame.

You tried to look into the laundry room, seeking your underwear. Considering you’re the only one who wore underwear, they wouldn’t be hard to find. Suddenly Stretch’s body shifted to shield the laundry room from being seen. “need something?” he inquired, trying to act like he wasn’t nervous.

“Yes, I already told you… Stretch let me come inside.” You frowned, your headache starting to form.

You two continued to do the this in-the-door-frame tango until you saw an opening in between his legs. You dived so fast to what seemed to be his crotch that the only thing he was able to react with was to hastily cover his area in defense. Unfortunate for him though, you were definitely not going for his non-existent junk.

You successfully went in between his legs and got into the laundry room. You felt triumphant. You quickly scanned the room for your underwear and—

Was that a sewing kit and one of Edge’s crop tops?

Before you could investigate any further Stretch grabbed your shoulders, turning you to him, away from what you just saw. “You’re the one that sews up everyone’s shirts?” You asked, smiling genuinely.

In your roommates’ mansion, every time someone would get a hole or a tear in their clothes, the next time they got them, the embellishment would be patched up. It was always suspected that Blue or Papyrus was the one who did it, considering they are the ones that take care of the laundry most often. But they had both confirmed that they didn’t do it. You had always suspected it was Cinnabar and he never owned up to it because he would find it embarrassing for the others to know he cared that much. But, you never suspected it could be Stretch!

Stretch is by far the laziest out of all your roommates, even in comparison to Sans, which is nothing to scoff at. To find out that he was the kind one doing the sewing was not only cute, but a surprise.

Stretch sighed, an orange-creamsicle-like color spreading across his cheekbones. “yes…” He looked down, not wanting to make eye contact with you.

“I didn’t know you knew how to sew!” You brought your hand up to your face, this was too cute.

He took his hands off your shoulders. “yeah, i do. just, please don’t tell the others.. let’s just keep it a secret between us, okay?” He smiled his usual smile, finally looking at you.

“Fine, but I want to know, how long have you known how to sew?” You raised a brow.

“since i was a babybones. i used to..” he took a pause, sighing, “i used to make clothes for blue when we were younger. clothes weren‘t always something we could readily afford, so i decided to make them myself. blue always wanted to look cool so when he would mention things to me, i’d make it for him. he would be so happy,” Stretch smiled in reminisce, becoming less tense.

You could burst into tears right there. You had no idea he was so noble! “Oh Stretch, that’s beautiful. I bet Blue was so grateful.”

He blushed again, and more this time. He rested a hand on his neck vertebrae, avoiding eye contact. “yeah, he was. he never knew i made them though, he always thought they were bought.”

“And you never told him?” You furrowed your brows.

“no.”

“Why?”

He deadpanned, looking uncomfortable. “please don’t pry.”

“Oh! Sorry! I didn’t know!” Now it was your turn to blush a little. “Either way, you’re very sweet Stretch. We’re all fortunate to have a secret seamstress! And don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

He chuckled. “thanks, honey. and you said you were looking for your underwear, right?”

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“What would you like to have today, sir?”

You and Cinnabar were at your somewhat routine lunch together in a coffee shop on campus. You both tried to commit to something relaxing after every school morning. It gave a way for you both to decompress and relax.

“I Would Like One Order Of Fries Please!” Cinnabar replied.

“Make that two,” You added, taking a sip of your water.

With a nod, your waiter left you and Cinnabar to your own devices.

You always appreciated these lunch sessions with Cinnabar. You got to sit in a little coffee shop and talk, or sometimes you both don’t talk at all. In past, you and Cinnabar could sit at the same table, and be focused on or do two different things at the same time. You both just enjoyed each other’s company. It was refreshing to have that relationship.

“So, how was your morning class?” You inquired, tilting your head slightly.

“It Went Well! I Didn’t Fall Asleep And I Think I Took Useful Notes?” He furrowed his brows in thought. “Fortunately For Me Though, We Get To Actually Model Cases Next Class. I’m Glad I Won’t Be Bored.”

“Cases?” You asked, confused.

Cinnabar rested his elbows on the table, folding his hands together. “Cases As In Like.. Lawsuits For Example. We’re Going To Model What A Court Proceeding Would Actually Look Like.”

“Oh no I got that part, I’m just not familiar with law terminology.” You shrugged, taking another sip of your water.

“That’s Fair, I Didn’t Know Any Terms At First Either.” He smiled, resting his weirdly malleable chin on his folded hands.

“What brought you to go into law anyway?”

“Money.”

“Oh!” That was fast.

“Well! Not Only That! I Also Wanted To Do It Because I’m Also Magnificent At Debate And Wont Stop Until I’m Right.” He smirked, very sure of himself.

You raised a brow. “Oh really? I’ve heard from the others and have seen sometimes that you’re pretty strong. If anything I could see you being a pilates instructor or something.”

He blushed a little, clearly flattered. “Well, Darling, I Do Have Legs Of Steel And Arms That Can Carry A Couple Tons. But Alas, My Beautiful Physique Can’t Make Up For How I Don’t Quite Like People Around People Very Much.”

“But you’re around me and I’m a people.” You folded your arms in skepticism, pointing a thumb to yourself in the process.

He gave you a half lidded look, smiling in seemingly pure bliss. “Oh Y/n, You Are A Completely Different Case.”

You blushed, quickly averting your gaze. Funnily enough, Cinnabar didn’t quite realize what he’d said. Usually, saying something like that wouldn’t be a problem but the way he said it was… He was looking into you dreamily, and you knew what that meant.

Realizing his actions, he recoiled, scrambling to find something else to say through his embarrassment.

“SOOoooo, Who Do You Think Is The Mystery Seamstress?” Cinnabar said quickly, avoiding eye contact.

You straightened up, recalling your recent discovery earlier in the morning.

“I have no idea.” You replied, trying to seem genuine.

“I Know Right! It’s Such A Mystery! At This Point I’m Suspecting Stretch, And I Most Certainly Don’t Want Stretch’s Dirty Hands On My Clothes.” He glared into the distance, arms crossed.

You grew slightly nervous. “Stretch isn’t dirty!” You frowned, reprimanding him.

Cinnabar eyed you skeptically. “Dearest, Don’t Defend That Pack Rat. Besides, You Know Yourself That Stretch Taking A Shower, Let Alone Brushing His Teeth, Is An Urban Myth.” He swatted his hands towards you in disgust, having an envious look in his eye lights.

You always assumed he was probably just going through something, even though every time he walked past you, you noticed that he seemed to have a literal green trail flowing behind him. “Even still, Cinnabar, I think that Stretch being our possible seamstress is super cute! It would show that he cared.”

Cinnabar sighed, conceding. “I Suppose,” he rolled his eye lights. “But, He Still Doesn’t Bathe. That’s Nasty.”

You exhale, chortling a little at the same time. “Can’t let anyone off the hook too easily hm?”

“Absolutely Not.” Cinnabar smirked.

—

With Stretch In the Skeleton Mansion..

An assortment of yarn was strewn about the room, along with a couple of crochet hooks and a few knitting needles. Stretch, making a crochet star out of boredom suddenly piqued up, then shrunk into himself.

”why do i feel judged?”

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undertale-fic-librarby · 5 months ago

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Hello! Do you have any Classic Sans fics? Preferably with the multiverse involved. (I also like the idea of Sans not remembering resets but somehow getting into the multiverse, fun thoughts.) Ships and stuff (other than Kustard) are all good with me :)

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Their Little Blue by CheerfulForest (General Audiences, Complete)

The Fell brothers weren’t exactly prepared to take care of an injured skeleton child (who bears a striking resemblance to Sans), but they couldn’t just leave him to die in the snow. So now they have a third brother living with them, and he’s quickly working his way into every aspect of their lives. Well, they have no complaints. No fontcest. In fact, this fic contains no shipping at all.

Friendships and Hardships by orphan_account (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Everything was fairly normal in the timelines. Classic Sans decides to show Classic Pap what's in their basement... and Sans feels something is watching them. Meanwhile, UF Paps and UF Sans get in a fight. In another timeline, US Sans and US Pap find a new area in the Underground. And then everything breaks. (No smut)

Play the Game by BubblyShip (Mature, Complete)

Sans put on an act. A persona. Smile. Make dumb jokes. Act stupid. Be lazy. It was useful at first. It made him friends. When he was younger, he struggled in that department, just as his younger brother did at the same age. While Papyrus struggled with over eagerness, Sans struggled with basic detachment. He was curt, and got bored easily. Friends dropped like flies because they weren’t very useful to him. No entertainment there. That’s when the act started. When Sans pretended he was failing classes he was exceeding and didn’t pick up on context clues in conversations he got rather crystal clear. And for sometime, it was fun. It became easy to make friends when the people around you were clueless to your thoughts, when you were nothing more than a walking stereotype that had the same dialogue. Then, when the universes opened, Sans realized he could pretend to be a different Sans. And he lets himself out. Nightmare is now interested in this new Sans behind the mask. And so are some other people.

Classic Blue by Novadikneedz2no (Explicit, Complete)

Red lost a thing and then Blue was naughty and Classic has fun Alternate titles: Aftermath of idiocy You're thirsty-er than you think

Comic Relief by JAUB (Mature, Incomplete)

The many times Classic/Comic took care of his alternate selves and the few times they showed their appreciation. __________ Or, Classic doesn't realize how unintentionally great he is. __________ A random series of stories because I like Classic.

#fic rec #fic recommendation #ao3 fic recs #utmv #classic sans #not suitable for minors #ask #mod sleepy

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chris10n · 5 months ago

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Character Info Page (Sans).

A deep dive into Sans’ character in UnderSCIPHY [Undertale AU]!

More info about UnderSCIPHY’s AU Timelines in a post on this blog called, UnderSCIPHY Timeline Guide !

(WARNING) (Genocide)

Sans�� importance to the story is very unique. I believe that Sans is the odd one out in this AU. If there was a specific color theme for this AU, he would keep his odd one-out aesthetic to emphasize his strange importance to the story.

[Pacifist/Neutral]

Nothing really changes in these two timelines, other than his dialog. When you play as Frisk, you start the “playthrough” outside of a cryopod in the Lab in Hotland, which implies that Frisk got out of it on their own somehow. You wander as frisk and after you leave the building”. You get the chance to wander the Underground and decide what type of timeline you want to follow through with. By the time you reach judgment hall, he will judge you. Once he judges you, he will let you see Asgore. This is when Flowey takes the seven souls and during your battle with Asgore, Flowey will become Omega Flowey and etc.

[Genocide]

When you make it to the judgment hall, he initiates a fight with you. If you spare Sans after he “mercies you”, your genocide will end with you in another cryopod in the basement of Sans and Papyrus’ house. If you follow through with killing him and don't mercy him, he will be killed, and you will progress through the game.

(Not my GIF below!)

#yahhhaa more UnderSCIPHY lore!#undertale #undertale au #deltarune #fandom #sans undertale

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riftfic · 2 years ago

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16. Together Apart

The final chapter before the epilogue.

Warnings: strong language, injury

Featured Characters: Sans, Chara/Frisk (Reader), Papyrus, Toriel

I had a really hard time choosing a moment to illustrate that wouldn't be a total spoiler, so I made this instead and buried another illustration in the chapter itself for payoff. I think the epilogue is going to have 3 illustrations? I might be a masochist.

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Drifting incorporeal beleaguered the mind like a lengthy shortcut. No breath. No sight. No sound. Sans sensed your presence near him, conjoined with a red ribbon of fate . . . or was it determination that bound you now? It didn't matter. What mattered was that you each refused to let the other go.

You recognized this sensory deprivation chamber. You had lived this way for years buried behind yellow carpals, detached from a truly compatible form. The only word that had ever come close to describing it was "limbo." It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, save for the tiresome pull at your resolve.

You could feel the time turner draining you, hungrier and hungrier. Even though your well of determination flowed ceaselessly, the machine very nearly outpaced you. Then, when the situation felt dire, Sans' soul drew its attention away and allowed your supply to replenish.

That greedy mechanism thought nothing of the lives fueling it. Just as it had guzzled down your determination, it drank dry from him. His determination did not rejuvenate as plentifully as yours; after all, he was only half the flesh and blood that grounded you. He still dusted when he fell. He still needed hope to survive. You refused to let it overdraft from him, as he had done for you.

It went on like this in an endless cycle. Whenever he nearly emptied, your determination caught fire and refilled his cup. Then he did the same for you, even if less impressively. Back and forth and back again, your collective determination fought valiantly, but slowly, steadily trickled down.

After what could have been years or seconds, that atrocity of metal and magic finally licked its lips with satisfaction. Your souls clung to one another, nearly spent, and yet determined to return to a world where you could forge ahead together. If the machine could listen, maybe it would take you there.

The white light finally dispersed into smaller and smaller fragments. The pieces drizzled in cold flakes from a crystal ceiling that looked nothing and everything like the stars. Snow. Sans stared up from where he lay and once again found it easy to imagine he soared through space. His head swam. His body felt stiff and immovable, pinned, though his arms wrapped around something warm.

He dipped out of consciousness again. Though it felt like the blink of an eye, when he woke next the snow no longer fell, and a blanket of crystal white tucked him into a sharp and crooked bed. The warmth in his arms remained, though colder than before.

He clenched his eyes shut and grimaced. A cloud of dust and mist hacked its way out his mouth. He grunted to feel something jagged snaking between his ribs. Coughing only made it worse.

He turned his faded eye lights dizzily around him. Clearly he lay in Snowdin, though where or when escaped him. It took a moment to remember what had happened before the world went white, but when it finally returned to him, he bolted upright.

ouch.

That was a mistake. He huffed a gravelly breath and collapsed back into the rubble and snow that cocooned him.

When he focused enough, he could make out what was left of the basement roof and the frame of his home in shambles. Fallen stalactites and crystals littered the ground among cracks in the earth. The machine stood resolutely where they had left it, though the lever had broken clean off and its monitor had shattered.

He found the bravery to look down into his arms.

There you lay, alive, not spirited away into an alternate universe where you remained asleep forever under a golden flower garden. You must have fallen on top of him, your head where his stomach would be, your hands also bound to his sides. Albeit nearly as buried under plaster, wood, and other rubble, you breathed easily.

"kid," he tried to say, but it hardly left him in a whisper. He shook you lightly instead.

You didn't wake.

"frisk," he managed to force through whatever was stuck in his ribs. "wake up."

Your eyelids fluttered open. Pebbles once stones sprinkled off your head as you lifted it only inches. You took the same pause he had, calculating where you were, when you were.

Sans' face split with a relieved smile when you moved. In the corner of your eye, you caught his expression and reflected it.

"We made it," you breathed with relief.

"sure did," he murmured. He coughed again and this time tasted a little magic. "shit."

"What's wrong?"

"mm . . . can't move," he hummed tiredly. "somethin's got me kabobbed in the ch . . . chest."

You also tried to sit up, but failed. The weight of what remained of his house pinned you down at the knees. You struggled just a moment longer, then dropped to rest your head against him wearily. Your soul ran nearly empty.

Sans' eyes felt heavy again. "you okay?" he murmured.

"Tired," you mumbled back. "Cold."

He nodded knowingly. The way his soul felt now, the ordeal must have pushed him just short of his limits. He couldn't imagine yours fared any better.

Slowly, painfully, he managed to free his arms from the wreckage. He pried the sleeves of his jacket off, then paused to catch his breath. Through clenched teeth, he mustered the strength to pull that indigo coat over his head amid a rain of snow and powder. He draped it gingerly across you like a blanket.

You had nearly fallen asleep again when its weight fell over you.

"don't worry, kiddo," you heard him wheeze faintly. "it's . . . gonna b . . . be . . ."

When he failed to continue, adrenaline sharpened your wits. You forced your eyes upward.

"Sans?"

He didn't answer.

You struggled upright again and pulled harder against the grave of debris gripping your legs in place. Sheets of wood and plaster slid away from you into the crossbeams of old rafters like a broken carapace. The rubble felt to cinch tighter around your legs. Just as you began to worry that moving did more harm than good, a crack and whump of falling bricks proved you right.

The sensation that something had gone terribly wrong in your left leg shivered up your spine into the back of your head. It was a pitifully late messenger, warning you of the pain now flooding you with stars and dripping eyes. You cried out and collapsed under Sans’ jacket.

After a moment of gasping and crying, you remembered he needed you. You steeled your nerves. Shaking, you began peeling away pieces of the upper floor from his torso. The last block of wood revealed a jagged chunk of metal protruding from his core, straight through the bleeding heart graphic on his t-shirt. You worked your fingers into the fabric to rip it wider and see how you could fix this.

As the shirt split open, you realized this might be beyond your power to solve. The beam skewered his cavity at an angle from shoulder to hip, where it disappeared into that mess of a foundation. Though it had thankfully done its best to pass between the bone rather than through it, harsh abrasions tore across his ribcage and spine. A hairline fracture split three ribs and his collarbone where they met the sternum. His soul rested against the metal rod, slowly trickling cyan blue down the shaft. Its red interior had all but faded away, down to a faintly warm center. Its ruthless scars nearly faltered you.

You wrapped your trembling fingers around the icy metal and tugged outward slowly. Though he could not tell you if it hurt, the way his ribs clung to the rod and groaned like splintering wood gave you pause. Hadn’t you learned? What if moving it only made things worse?

You let go, and not entirely because you had meant to. Pain and weariness had surged in time to your pull on that harpoon, and the moment you braced to try again, you couldn’t hold onto anything anymore.

Every time you were aware enough to know it, you felt colder. At some point you must have slipped your arms into the sleeves of Sans’ coat and pulled the hood over your head. It slowed the inevitable chill that deepening pile of snow exhaled down your neck, but did not impede it altogether. You shivered, extremities tingling, numbing, burning.

You couldn't tell how much time passed. Nothing seemed to stir the air but the occasional flurry and the cold cave’s natural draft. The Underground sounded empty, and it very well could have been. The only comfort you found was in feeling Sans' bony body still lying whole beneath you, not dust, though not breathing either. A reassuring glimpse showed you that his soul no longer hemorrhaged magic, even if it glowed a little more dimly than before.

In hours or days, voices finally stirred you back to the waking world through a thick fog. A warm light behind the wreckage mound flickered, tinting the darkness red.

You opened your mouth but nothing came out. You were too tired, too weak. To your relief, they found you anyway. Your vision swam as if that fire rounding the corner were a mirage. You recognized Grillby, leading Papyrus and Undyne through the dark among several more monsters and . . . humans?

A flurry of sound rattled your head, difficult to parse when fading in and out of consciousness as you did. You picked out tense voices, the whirring of machinery, the hum of magic, the crunch and shuffle of loose debris as it was thrown around and stomped. Suddenly you could breathe better. Suddenly you were warmer, safer, bundled in arms of fire that sank deep into your skin with purpose. The pain in your leg had dulled, though your head and mouth felt like cotton in exchange.

Through the din of screeching metal, you heard a hard, ironclad snap. You watched two firelit silhouettes carefully set aside a long metal rod stained blue and red. A glow of green illuminated Undyne’s scowling face from below. She was crouched over Sans, grumbling insults and curses under her breath. You listened to her mutter something about the damn skeleton not knowing how to stay in one piece for five seconds.

“. . . It’s . . . okay,” breathed a crackling voice overhead.

You lifted your eyes to a pair of glasses over an expressionless wall of fire. You noticed that colors like blue and wine red accented Grillby’s flames in a way you’d never seen before—not that you had spent much time with him outside a few weekends and nights Sans visited with friends.

“. . . He’s going to . . . make it,” he hissed. A pop and flurry of golden sparks punctuated his sentence. “. . . You’re both . . . safe now.”

You hadn’t known you needed calming until those words spread through your soul like honey in hot tea. You breathed and relaxed, and in his arms you fell asleep more deeply than you had since lying in your old bed at the foot of Mount Ebott.

Through a third story window in Fresco Community Regional Hospital, North Medical Plaza, sunlight dappled in rays through palms and the near branches of a flowering tree. Birds chirped and twittered in an array of calls, from mockingbirds to sparrows and goldfinches. The occasional roll of tires on concrete, a humming engine, or voices outside the door buzzed gently through the air.

Sans smelled the sterile saline-and-lemon scent of the hospital room first, a human phenomenon he hadn’t come to terms with as a monster. It bit at his sinuses, tart and bitter. Next, he felt the warmth of sunlight gently burning against his skull, dying the vision behind his closed left eye red like rose-tinted glasses. Too optimistic, he thought. He inhaled and winced.

A rustle of paper to his right forced him to open his eyes.

His gaze slowly circled the room with equal parts confusion and amazement. This was the surface; he couldn’t deny it. Humans had such a recognizable way of adorning public spaces, and while bland, the sight glittered to him now like gold.

His ribs had been sutured and bandaged with hospital grade healing cloth, and his right arm crossed his midriff in a taut sling. Behind the semi-upright angle of his bed, machines that integrated human and monster technologies monitored his health. A drip of magic fed down a tube to his very soul, which felt full and satisfied. Strange, he thought, but not nearly as strange as the stacks upon stacks of flowers, various plant arrangements, and other get-well pleasantries stuffed into his room. He glimpsed notes from Doggo, Grillby, MK and his family, Shyren, Alphys . . . he swallowed the bashful flush sneaking onto his face.

After traveling from these gifts to the open window curtains to the television screen airing rerun morning game shows, his eye light finally came to rest beside his white-sheeted hospital bed.

Papyrus sat cross-legged in a small armchair, immersed in a book of advanced sudoku puzzles. He wore fairly ordinary if gaudy human clothing: a snap-back cap embroidered with the meant-to-be-ironic statement, “full of life,” under a cartoon skull; a short sleeve button up with meatballs patterned on the left half and spaghetti graphics swirling on the right; the baggiest sweatpants Sans had ever seen; and Crocs absolutely littered with Jibbitz. Sans had known Papyrus to wear this sort of outfit on the surface before, but it had taken years to develop this much coordination behind it—and hadn’t he been the one to introduce him to sudoku, at a much simpler level no less? His face compressed as if this information tasted how the air smelled.

“you missed a three,” he muttered hoarsely. “row two, box one.”

Papyrus narrowed his eyes searchingly at the puzzle blocks, and then sighed. “REALLY, SANS, HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I ASKED YOU NOT TO SOLVE MY PUZZLES FOR ME? IT TAKES ALL THE FUN OUT OF IT!”

He nearly spasmed out of his seat, then, as if struck by lightning. His book slapped the ground, and his pencil rolled away under his seat.

“SANS!” he shrieked.

Sans smiled back warmly, nervously, somewhat worried for the state of his chest if his brother decided to hug him. He quickly realized that, although Papyrus leapt forward and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, he had nothing to worry about. The hold was soft, considerate. He held him back with his left arm, even if the motion dug like a knife into his collarbone.

Toriel burst into the room not a moment later. She too wore a dress that could be found in a human department store, royal purple and patterned with large yellow flowers.

“What is going on?” she demanded, nearly frantic.

Sans smiled gleefully over Papyrus’ shoulder. He sheepishly wriggled the phalanges of his left hand in greeting.

“heh, ain’t like you not to knock, tori,” he teased.

“Oh, thank goodness,” she breathed with a purity of relief that echoed like pleasant bells around his skull. She exhaled a long, long sigh, hand on her chest, then glided to his bedside as if carried on a feather. “Thank goodness, Sans.” She slipped her arms around both brothers and rested her cheek on his skull.

Silence drifted over them comfortably.

“um,” Sans ventured as they finally set him free. “i like your new threads. heh . . . get attired o’ the old stuff?”

Toriel and Papyrus exchanged hesitant glances. Sans felt his soul twist into knots.

“IT SEEMS,” said Papyrus, “WHEN TIME, ER . . . REWOUND . . . IT ONLY HAPPENED FOR US.”

Sans’ eye sockets darkened into black pits, only in small part because Papyrus knew about time travel. “what.”

“We left the mountain to find we already had homes here,” said Toriel. She gestured to her clothing. “Belongings. Entire lives left behind, though we cannot remember them.”

“IT’S THE STRANGEST THING, LIKE OPENING A PRESENT TO YOURSELF FROM THE FUTURE!”

The statement, while optimistic, settled heavy like lead on Sans’ soul. “you don’t remember any of it?” he asked slowly. “nothing new at all?”

“THINGS ARE . . . FAMILIAR,” said Papyrus. A puzzled look crossed his face. “IS THERE SOMETHING IN PARTICULAR YOU WANT ME TO REMEMBER?”

Sans’ heart sank. He became acutely aware of Toriel’s hand petting his arm and his brother’s hand in his. He watched Papyrus’ happy yet somehow somber expression and harkened back to a day so similar, when he had awakened in a hospital bed underground one brother fewer. Papyrus had been at his side then as he was now, blissfully unaware of what he had lost.

“no,” he muttered. “suppose not.”

“The humans never forgot,” said Toriel gently. “From their perspective, we had quite literally vanished. Our homes remained empty for over six months, as if we had simply slipped away in the night without packing any bags. Some of us outright disappeared before their eyes.”

“the fuck,” Sans whispered.

“LANGUAGE.”

“how’d they deal with that?”

“Many moved on,” said Toriel. "I would have expected the rest to celebrate, but . . . they tried to find us. They scoured the city and the Underground for clues, but from their side it was abandoned. Strange, is it not?”

“I FOUND IT QUITE TOUCHING!” Papyrus said. “THEY EVEN FORMED A TASK FORCE! SOUL: SEARCH OPERATION FOR THE UNDERGROUND LOST.”

“heh, really?” Sans asked, beginning to find his humor again.

“YES, REALLY!”

“Everything is exactly as we left it,” said Toriel with a sad smile. “Likely a little dustier but . . . the activists were quite adamant about keeping our homes intact, and for that I am grateful.”

For a moment, he couldn’t think let alone respond. His left hand felt around the blankets as if searching out an emotion.

“it’s . . . exactly as we left it,” he echoed quietly. “time here . . . didn’t turn back.”

If he hadn’t been so stunned, Sans might have laughed. After all his hopelessness and despair, he wouldn’t have to rebuild his life from the ground up. He wouldn’t have to struggle as hard as he had before, and neither would anyone else. His heart pounded behind his battered ribs to know soon he would be going home, back to the small house in True Home, back to his porch swing with its perfect view of the forests and rivers below a range of mountains threatening to tear the sky in half, back to nights sandwiched on their maneater of a couch between Papyrus and . . . His joy stuttered.

“where’s Frisk?” he asked.

As if summoned, you appeared in the doorway, hobbling between a pair of children’s crutches. Your left leg had been set and wrapped in a bright blue cast from thigh to foot. Nearly every monster must have signed and graffitied its mold with paint pens and permanent ink. Above that, you wore a pale blue hospital gown and a scowl.

“What’s going on?” you demanded. “Is Sans okay?”

“Frisk, my child, what are you doing here?” Toriel admonished, albeit patiently. She hurried to you as if you might fall. “I requested that you stay behind and rest.”

“Yeah, fuck that.”

“My child!” Toriel gasped, and Papyrus’ jaw nearly dropped off his face.

Sans laughed, then, a grateful sound that had tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His smile was so genuine that, if you hadn’t been so feisty and relieved, your heart might have fluttered away in its wind.

“i’m better than okay, now that you’re here, kiddo,” he said fondly.

Your steps were awkward, but you were determined to reach him. Nothing could stop you, not Toriel or those stupid crutches you had yet to master. At the bedside, Toriel finally relented and helped you sit on the mattress beside him. She squeezed your shoulder gently, reassuringly.

“THIS CHILD’S INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE IS YOUR FAULT, ISN’T IT?” Papyrus whispered, leering at his brother.

Sans attempted a sly shrug, but hissed an expletive when a stab of pain cut his collarbone.

“CASE. IN. POINT.”

“Come, Papyrus. Let us give them some privacy,” Toriel said. “They have much to discuss, of that I am certain.”

Papyrus hesitated, but when Sans smiled and pressed his hand, he agreed to follow her out. The door shut behind them with a gentle snap.

In the ensuing silence, the two of you simply took in each other’s faces, beaming like the sun you had unveiled once more. The daylight reddened your hair and yellowed the wall above Sans’ head in a steady shaft, as if to mark you both as its own. It would never let you leave again.

“you did it, kiddo,” he said as warmly as that nearest star.

The congratulations prickled color into your cheeks, and though you smiled, you shook your head. “No, you did.”

“heh, you first.”

“I think last is what matters most.”

“coming in last does sound like me,” he mused playfully. The light of his left eye twinkled and he took your hand. “let’s compromise on a good old fashioned ‘we,’ then. we did it. how’s that?”

You nodded brightly.

He sighed, resting back comfortably into the sitting angle of his mattress. That truly lazy smile, the one he had faked for so long, now pulled at his cheekbones genuine and unprompted. Oh, how you had missed it.

“get the sense i’ve been out a while,” he said. “what all have i snoozed on?”

Much had unfolded since waking nearly a week before him, and even more in the time preceding. After the barrier had broken and the rift had run rampant, the underground almost entirely collapsed. Thankfully, most monsters had already assembled in the capital to aid you. Among those trembling walls, Asgore needed no explanation to evacuate them. Meanwhile, Alphys had sent an alert to all else remaining, and monsterkind heeded her.

Not everyone made it out in time. After unpacking what Toriel and Papyrus already explained, many humans had offered their unconditional help to find you. Alongside SOUL, Asgore established HEART, the Home Excavation and Recovery Team, which worked through the ruins to rescue anyone left behind. No one would be left unaccounted for.

“There are still people they can’t find,” you said somberly, and then a happy glimmer lit your eyes, “but a few more monsters showed up that no one expected. People that had been . . . forgotten.”

Sans dared to let hope spark blue in his left eye. Through bated breath, he asked, “like . . . who?”

You wracked your brain. “I don’t know their names,” you said. “A few scientists, a businessman . . . MK’s twin sister.”

Goner Kid. The machine beside him beeped when his magic pulsed faster than it should.

“shut up, i’m fine,” he hissed and sat up straighter. “is that . . .” He hesitated, eyelight dimming. “did they find . . . anyone else?”

Your auburn eyes deepened, and it was enough of an answer. A resigned nod bobbed his head.

“They’re still looking,” you said. “I talked to dad—Asgore. He remembers now about your brother. I told him everything you did for me, and for Asriel. What you did for everyone, really. He’s grateful, Sans, like . . . tears in his eyes happy.” You tittered at your next thought. “I think he wants to knight you or something.”

Sans snorted. “no way,” he said enthusiastically. “absolutely not. he damn well pressured me enough into the old man’s judge gig; i do not have the shoulders for another title.”

“What, ‘Sir Sans’ doesn’t have a nice ring to it?”

“i am a fan of alliteration,” he answered pensively. “maybe if he can tack on an adjective, like ‘sir sans the sedentary’ or . . . ‘sir sans the science man . . . s.’”

“Sir Sans the Sensational?”

“sir sans the slam.” He threw you a finger gun. “dunk on that, kid.”

You snickered. “You know how dad gets, though,” you went on. “He’s on a mission now. There’s still hope we’ll find him.”

Sans nodded, and for once he allowed himself to feel that hope. It was timid, and it was terrifying, but he had already reached the light at the end of this long tunnel. Only one more step and it would consume him fully.

As you brushed your thumb across his phalanges, your smile slowly fell.

“Sans,” you said, “there’s something really important I need to ask you.”

The skeleton searched you uncertainly. His mind dashed to the machine, to the final confrontation with Asriel, how he had come to retrieve his soul, how he had escaped the void with a task. If you accused him of manipulating you, it would not be unfounded, regardless of his motivations, regardless of the outcome. His eye lights dimmed.

“well, shoot, kid,” he responded. “go for it.”

Your brow furrowed as if the thought were painful. Then, you gripped your broken leg and swung it around to rest across his lap.

“Will you sign my cast?” you burst.

Sans froze as if an error message had shorted his brain. Then, he chuckled from that place deep inside him, the laugh you liked most, the one that only happened when you had subverted his expectations beyond the bar. He grimaced past it and chortled, “ouch, kid; you’re breakin’ my funny bones, here.”

You held out a marker.

“permanent ink,” he noted. “dunno if i can handle that kind of responsibility.”

Once he had caught his breath, he eyed the wild graffiti incredulously. Where on earth would he sign it? Undyne had already carved her name across one half and Papyrus the other. Every other inch had been filled with good luck wishes, drawings, and signatures, from King Asgore himself to the humblest Froggit.

“eh, that’s okay,” he said with an easy smirk. “i think i’ve left enough of a mark on ya already.”

“But I saved you a spot!”

You had to search for a moment but finally you pointed out a tiny box by your knee with the small acronym “VIP” written just above it.

His grin widened.

“‘kay,” he said.

He was wise enough to shrug with one shoulder now before popping the cap off the marker and lazily sketching a skeletal smiley face in the enclosure. You giggled with satisfaction. Then, perhaps hesitantly, he took your wrist in his hand. The breath in your lungs lingered as a circle appeared in black on the soft skin below your palm. Zero.

Your fingers traced the new counter to replace your old one. Maybe one day when you were older, you would have it tattooed there. For now, the gesture spoke more than words could. You returned the gentle smile in his eyes.

“gonna be a real treat teleporting you to your room and back when we get home,” he mused dryly. He punctuated his statement with the sealing click of your marker cap. “ain’t nothin’ handicap-accessible about those stairs.”

As he handed it back to you, your face sobered again in earnest. You slid the pen into the pocket in your hospital gown, stalling.

“I do have something I want to tell you,” you said.

Sans eyed you expectantly. The sun had shifted down to highlight his bandaged chest and captive arm. Everything you had put him through, all he had done for you, only further embittered the taste of your next words.

“I think,” you said slowly, “I’m going to move in with mom . . . this time.”

“oh.”

An invisible weight dragged down on his shoulders, heavy with too many emotions to place. Confusion, sadness, regret. Heartache. He failed to answer why the decision had caught him off guard when the reasons seemed so obvious now. He pondered his response, struggling to hide the painful disappointment that crawled through his marrow.

“that . . . would be good for her,” he said hoarsely at long last. He cleared his throat. “yeah. makes sense. especially now, with your memories and all.” He avoided your eyes another pensive moment. “you’ll probably want your stuff, then. heh, clothes won’t fit for a while, though—”

Suddenly you were hanging off him, your chin tucked into the nape of his neck, your arms around his shoulders.

Sans didn’t understand why he was crying. You weren’t leaving him forever. You would be living right down the road. He would still see you. He would still take you out for burgers and stargazing and summer nicecream beach trips. You would still have movie marathons and sit on the porch swing to watch the sunset. You would still be his kid . . . wouldn’t you?

He wrapped both arms around you, sling and all. Even though it hurt like hell, the alternative would have broken him.

“you come over or spend the night whenever you want, okay?” he wept. “call me if you get nightmares. heck, call me if you just want to talk. i don’t give a damn what time it is. and . . . and be nice to your mom, okay? don’t give her that attitude i saw earlier. you can be a real piece of work when you’re upset and she doesn’t deserve that. a-and . . .” He choked on his next words. “don’t . . . don’t forget i love you. please. i might be a cynical bastard but i love you so much it hurts. i really do.”

Now you were crying. You could hear the plea in his voice not to leave him and most of you answered in kind. After everything you had been through together, leaving his side—even for a moment—had become almost unthinkable.

It couldn’t be helped. You knew that and you hated it but it would be for the best. Your adopted mother and father, though separated, recognized who you really were now. Asriel had finally come home. Choosing to live with Sans over Toriel now would be a crime far more cruel.

You agreed to his terms a hundred times over.

The two of you sobbed into a wet mess in each other’s arms. Finally, finally, after ages resisting, he couldn’t handle the teeth in his chest any longer. You helped him reposition the sling, and he held your hand instead. From inside his blue-flushed eye sockets, those bright lights peered through the tears in your own red-rimmed eyes.

“hey,” he said gently with a voice like gravel. “we’re gonna be okay. all right?”

You nodded.

He reached out a thumb and wiped the remaining saltwater from your eyelashes.

“i’m here for you,” he said. “i’ll always be here for you. where you live won’t ever change that.” He swallowed back another surge of tears and hissed, “heck if i’m not gonna miss you, though.”

“Me too,” you breathed.

“Frisk?” called Toriel. She popped her head cautiously into the room. “Come, now; let me take you back to your room. You should be resting, and so should Sans.”

“Okay, mom,” you answered shakily.

You bent in for another terribly long, though bitterly short embrace. He held you to his heart with the intent to keep you there forever if he could . . . but he could not. So instead, he settled for your shoulders at arm’s length and smiled a loose, endearing scrawl of a grin. He cupped your face in his hand.

“you’ll always be my kid, right?” he asked through a stone in his throat.

You nodded and melted your cheek into his bony palm. You remembered the first time he had done this, when you were small enough in age to match your stature, how it had been frightening and surprising and heartwarming in one. Now, you could only describe the feeling as “home.”

“I love you, Sans,” you finally told him, and you realized all at once you never had.

“i love you too, frisk.”

For the first time since falling down, you allowed yourself to believe it.

NOTES

YAY, resolution! Next is the epilogue. <3

I hope you enjoyed! If you have thoughts, I love hearing them.

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dranna · 2 years ago

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Blossoming Love through the Ages

2500BC - Prologue

AO3 / Commissions / Links / Chapter 1

Warnings: mentions of death

Summary: How does their friendship and eventually their feelings blossomed through the ages? I'm attempting to rethink the scenes we saw from the seasons, adding Crowle's thoughts and additional segments.

Line art by me:)

After I finished the first chapter, I realised I should've started with a prologue (and the "Before the Beginning", so I'll start that, after I've finished this era).

I'll also stop putting "Crowley’s POV" at the beginning of every chapter, because the entirety of the fic, will be from Crowley's point of view. ( I've tried placing the Land of Uz, somewhere around the Red Sea )

The Demon with the burning hair,

Was sitting in a cool shelter,

Watching people’s trading fair.

How crowded was the place,

Full of life and merry ways.

The Land of Uz was quite a spot,

To hold a scene for many different folk,

Because the Red Sea was a few days away,

Many mortals visited the region there.

He haven’t realised it yet,

But he liked watching humans’ life,

How they go by,

And coming up with new ideas.

How could there be, so many of them already?

It seems like it was yesterday,

That all of them was wiped away,

By the huge ass flooding of the sphere.

Wasn't there only eight of them on that boat,

That carried the animal pairs too onboard?

Huh.., how weird humans are.

It will be a real nuisance,

When they’ll try to eliminate them.

Within the next 6000 years.

– exhaled interestingly,

While he was eyeing,

A wine merchant on the street.

Ha! What sprang the plan,

To take that little fruit they call a grape,

And then juice the meat,

Turning it into a drink at the end?

– It was around the time,

When Planet Earth started it’s wellbeing,

To host an abode for the creatures of the Supreme Being.

It’s been quite a while,

Since They, Up and Down plan something in a style,

I wonder what their future projects are,

Tho I wouldn't mind a little off time,

Now everything seems slow and kind—

– One of the traders’ voice of great wine,

Started to intertwine,

With a deep, deep cry,

That came from the terrors of the basement's call line.

“Best wine of this land!

Get it only for a– little playfulness,

A great morning, isn't it Crowley?

I have big news for you!

I’m pretty sure,

You will let out proudly

How lucky are thee,

Because you just got the task,

To kill and consume all the things,

That God’s pet,

Job got!

“But the holy management–”

“Do not worry about punishment,

You just got a free pass!”

And with that,

A parchment that looked huge and old,

Appeared in front of the serpent’s foot.

Just when he started to enjoy existence,

He was sent to cause turbulence.

None seemed to notice what happened,

It was only Crowley,

Who grew cold instead.

Oh for Satan’s sake!

Couldn't they have sent someone else?

He looks like a good lad,

Punish him only because of a bet?

– After that,

You could see the yellow eyed man,

Standing in the gloom,

Studying the papyrus, like he is searching for a tomb.

Everything is written perfectly clear here,

Demolish all his belongings and children…

Not the children!

But… You and I can't kill kids,

They’ve done absolutely nothing!

Why do You beat them,

For something they didn't act?

A few hours after the exchange of that,

Crowley stopped reading the parchment of death,

Sorrow, what felt the ruby head,

However he would never admit to that,

He started drinking all the wine,

The vendors had left behind.

Isolated what he felt,

As like being a wall,

Between him and joy.

I’m supposed to be overjoyed,

That I got that job,

Every Demon would be glad,

To do the deed I have,

So why can’t I?

During the hours, when the Sun was the tallest on the Blue,

A man could be seen walking friendless,

Towards the hills in loneliness.

There was a feeling in the air,

That didn't promise anything well,

The heat was raging in fury,

While the man was climbing the mountains fully.

No bird song could be heard,

The figure dressed in black sad no word,

He looked like one in headache,

Contemplating heartbreak.

Thank you for reading!

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voidandabyssal · 1 year ago

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Og undertale crew ends up having to play a horror game, who nopes out the moment the soundtrack amps up, who manages to still beat the game by sacrificing nightmareless sleep, and who’d just blow through it like the ring carnation of Doomslayer?

Frisk:

Plays through the game, completely deadfaced, even when its the middle of the night, pitch black and the soundtrack loudly amps up. They don't flinch. The only sound they make to indicate their scared is when they get jump scared, even then it's just a small gasp.

Undyne wails in defeat.

Toriel:

Toriel is immediatly nervous, she's only playing the game because Frisk insisted. She immediatly nopes out when she's forced to walk down a dark hallway.

She gives up and just heads back to finishing off one of her famous pies. Though she does watch the others, and laughs when Undyne falls out of her chair

Sans:

He's completely chill. "Whaddya talking bout Frisk, I'm not sweating, skeletons don't sweat kiddo." he tries to hide it, whittling off puns to distract the others, while discretely wiping away any blue sweat that beads down his head.

He does break, jumping out of his seat when theres a running away level. Sans doesn't like that sort of tension, reminds him of bad times. He ruffles Frisks hair and leaves to go 'help' Toriel (aka fall asleep in the living room chair)

Papyrus:

"NOTHING CAN STOP ME HUMAN! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!... AAAAAAHHHHHH" Papyrus gets jumpscared before the first jumpscare even actually happens, one of the creepy ambiant music plays and he freaks out. He sits with Frisk cheering the others on as they complete the game

Undyne:

Undyne blows through the game, shrieking angry threats at any of the ghosts and swinging any weapons around, somehow she manages to kill the ghost, which was techinically not supposed to happen. "HAHAHA I KNEW I COULD DO IT! C'MON ALPHYS YOU GOTTA TRY!" she convinces Alphys to join in.

Alphys:

At first Alphys stands in the corner watching the others, cheering on quietly as they play. Initially she's too anxious to try and play with all these people watching her but Undyne encourages her to join in.

So she sits down and... wait, HOW'D SHE BEAT THE GAME ALREADY?!?!

Alphys, whos spents years living as a true gamer (in the basement covered in cheeto dust) learnt a few hacks that would let her completely fly over any objective. She wins the game the quickest, and with much cheers from Undyne

Mettaton:

Mettaton arrives to the party, fashionable late, and immediatly dismisses the game "Darling that's just terrible for your skin" He says as Frisk askes if he wants to join in. Though he does watch, and records who plays next. "It'll make great footage for my show darling"

Asgore:

He arrives, bringing may cups of Golden flower tea into the room. "Ah is this the game I've heard about? Very well, I'll give it a try" Asgore hunchs over in the little chair, doing his best to avoid having it collapse under his weight.

He gets through to about halfway before he gets to nervous to continue, He doesn't like the villains that look like children. It's too offputting for him so he quits.

Flowey:

He isn't able to play, due to not having any fingers, though he does backseat drive when Frisk plays and he does angrily scream at the villains

#my writing #voidimagines #undertale headcanons #papyrus #undyne #alphys #toriel #asgore #sans undertale #flowey undertale

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ichiwashername-o · 1 year ago

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What Are Friends For Ch. 24

An Undertale fanfiction.

Written by ichiwashername-o

Summary: The skeleton brothers begin to construct their time machine! But, of course, time traveling is very rarely a simple endeavor . . .

Rating: Viewer discretion advised. Contains swearing, trauma, and psychological horror

Cast: Undyne, Papyrus, Sans, W.D. Gaster, Grillby and others

WE'RE BACK, BABYYYYY! And to kick it all off is a doozy of a chapter! I really hope you all enjoy!

[CH.1] [CH.2] [Ch.3] [CH.4] [CH.5] [CH.6] [CH.7] [CH.8] [CH. 9] [CH.10] [CH. 11] [CH.12] [CH. 13] [CH. 14] [CH.15] [CH.16] [CH. 17] [CH.18] [CH. 19] [CH. 20] [CH. 21] [CH. 22] [CH. 23] [CH. 24] [CH. 25]

AO3

With no time to waste, with neither brother wanting or needing sleep, the duo headed downstairs to the basement, a room Papyrus hadn’t personally entered for some time. It was much like how he remembered it; dusty, with parts and blueprints strewn all about, a massive blue tarp half-covering some sort of strange metallic contraption. And for the first time in a very long time, Sans stepped forward to tear it off.

A great cloud of dust billowed in the air as the tarp was removed, revealing an arc-shaped machine, half-constructed with metal plates torn off, exposing the wiring and skeletal structure underneath.

“The time machine?” Papyrus ventured.

Sans gave a lazy half-shrug. “Was supposed to be. All the math checked out ok, but theory and practice are two different beasts. Could never get it to work right, and never figured out how. I suspect the human kid had something to do with it. Interference, or something.”

Papyrus gave a cautious nod. He was vaguely aware the human has— had —some strange influence over time. “But now the human is . . . not here anymore—”

“No more interference. So, maybe it’ll work this time,” Sans finished. Hey, it was the best they got. Anything was worth a shot if it meant they kept Gaster well and out of their lives. Let him rot in whatever purgatory he found himself in.

Bastard deserved a lot worse.

“Let’s get started.”

Sans dug through the drawers, stuffed with an encyclopedia’s worth of blueprints and schematics. Initially, Sans was tentative about showing all this to Papyrus. This was complicated stuff, and the last thing he needed was to confuse his poor brother. But, to his delighted surprise, Papyrus took to the blueprints like a fish to water. It seemed all of Papyrus’s extensive knowledge of fabricating his own convoluted traps proved to give him exactly the experience he needed to read the blueprints. He had quite the mechanical eye, Sans would learn.

It really was impressive how quickly Papyrus picked up on things. With something to do, something for him to physically work on, Papyrus dove in with vigor and enthusiasm Sans hadn’t seen in him for a long time, not since the kid, that was for sure.

“Could you hand me that crescent wrench?”

“Sure thing, just pass me the terminal plates while you’re over there—"

“You want 12-gauge or 9-gauge wire for this?”

“Well, our current voltage is going off 240, and depending on the load, I say we err on the side of caution and go bigger—”

“-Green to ground, white to neutral, red to hot—could you hand me that black wire, this motor is three-phase, oh, we might have to change out the fuses, those aren’t nearly big enough—”

The hours flew by, both skeleton brothers working in tandem, getting their bones and clothes covered in dust and grease and wire shavings. And it was . . . fun . Sans had no idea how much fun it could be building something with his brother. Why hadn’t they done this before? The two of them had their fair share of joint projects, but either Sans’ slacking off made the end result a joke, or Papyrus’s endless ambition and enthusiasm caused it to blow up in a spectacular fireball before the final piece was finished.

To be fair, they were very spectacular fireballs.

But now, with the two of them working with synchronized fervor and purpose, they were making more progress than either of them could ever dream of.

Which proved to be to their detriment, they would find. So engrossed in their work, so captivated by a tangible mission and something to throw all their energy into, they . . . might have lost track of the time. And only were reminded of petty things like eating and sleeping when Papyrus stood a little too fast and nearly fainted.

Sans caught him before he could crack his head on a table. “Alright, um, I think we need to put a pin in this And I ain’t talking about the pins and needles in my legs from kneeling so long,” he chuckled.

“Clearly, we do need a break,” Papyrus noted sourly. “Because your jokes are becoming truly insufferable.”

Retreating up from the basement, they made their way to the kitchen where Papyrus began to pull out various food bits from the pantry in an attempt to cobble together some sort of breakfast—actually, what time was it? Papyrus glanced at the clock and his eyes widened. Ah, not breakfast, he decided. More like a dinner. A very, very, very late dinner.

How the time flies.

And how he hoped they’d make time fly at their own discretion when they were through, he thought wryly.

Soon enough, Papyrus, with Sans’ help, (or interference, depending on how you looked at it) he had made a nice dinner of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. So, he did end up making breakfast. But only because he hadn’t gone shopping in a long time and they were starting to run out of food! That was next on the list! Going to the store!

As they ate, they continued to talk about their project and how the time machine was coming along. Progress was going smoothly. If they kept up this pace, it’d be done by the end of the week.

“The hardware’s not the issue, though,” Sans said, jabbing the air with a fork. “It’s the programming. If you think plotting out a series of coordinates in 3D space is tricky, try doing it with another dimension mixed in there.”

Papyrus stuttered for a response. Yes, he was more than capable of handling the mechanical side of their little project, but the mathematical side? Not as much. “Well! Surely you have a good idea of how to do it! Or at least, where to start.”

“I do, but it’ll take a while,” Sans shrugged. He speared a rather crispy piece of bacon where it crumbled under his fork. Shrugging again, he squirted a dollop of ketchup over it and nibbled up the pieces. Papyrus gagged.

“Seriously, how on earth did I end up with such a defunct brother,” he sighed, shaking his head

Sans snickered. “I’m gonna swing by Alphys’s lab tomorrow and run the numbers by her and see what she thinks. She has a great eye for this sort of complex stuff.”

“Good idea! I need to go grocery shopping and refill our pantry! And then we can have a proper dinner!”

“Why, what’s wrong with eggs and bacon? It’s a classic,” Sans says as he takes another bite of a ketchup-slathered slice of bacon.

“But that’s breakfast food, and we’re having dinner!”

“Huh, funny, because we’re eating it for dinner, thus making it a dinner food.”

“UGH! Sans! You know what I mean!”

“I defy your conventional food standards and declare myself a culinary rebel.”

“Not as long as I’m the one in the kitchen, mister!”

“Ah, then I better go get my own.”

“Maybe you should! Then you can commit all the sacrilege against your daily sustenance that you wish!”

They shared a laugh, and in that moment, it was like their life was right back to normal. No longer did shame and guilt haunt Papyrus, and no longer was Sans writhed with fury and indignation. Determination filled them both. Determination to set things right. And knowing his brother as well as he did, Sans had all the confidence in the world that it will be done.

The brothers departed their home, both traveling on the boat together to Hotlands, further discussing construction plans and Sans waxing theories too complex for Papyrus to understand. But the younger brother didn’t mind in the least; he was more than happy to be someone Sans could think to out loud. Stepping off the boat, they split off, Papyrus running to the store and Sans veering towards the Hotland labs.

He knocked on the door, but there was no immediate response. He knocked again, and veering on the side of caution, he also opened up his phone and shot the good doctor Alphys a text.

Hey, you around? I wanna run some numbers by you, he wrote.

He didn’t get a response back to his text, but the doors did crack open, revealing the little yellow lizard. Alphys had certainly seen better days. Her eyes were lined with dark circles, her scales were dull, her clothes absolutely filthy. But there was a brief spark of life in her eyes behind those dusty scratched spectacles that lit up when she saw Sans.

“S-S-Sans! W-What a surprise!” she said, her voice quiet and scratchy. Sounded like she had a sore throat. “I w-w-wasn’t expecting you.”

“I wasn’t expecting me, either,” he joked. “You got a moment? I’d like your input on something.”

“O-Oh, do you? I’m n-n-not sure what input I’d even give you–”

“You don’t even know what I’m working on yet,” he said gently. “C’mon, ain't you a little bit curious? I can promise ya, it’s real juicy.”

Alphys’s lips twitched in what Sans assumed–-or at least, hoped-–was a smile. “O-Okay, b-but p-p-please don’t be mad, the l-l-lab’s a total disaster.”

“Why would I judge? It probably looks exactly like mine,” Sans said, earning an actual laugh from the doctor. He stepped inside, casting a brief look around the lab. Honestly, it wasn’t that much worse than the last time he was here to look at the camera footage of the fight. Maybe the garbage pile was a little taller and more instant ramen cups were scattered about.

Alphys cleared a small space on her desk, swiping away reports and food wrappers alike off into the overflowing trash can. On the trash was a small sticky note that simply said, “Me.” Sans frowned.

“S-so, what are you w-working on?” she asked. She tapped her claws together nervously.

“Paps and I are building a time machine,” he said simply. He produced a folder, opening it up and showing off all his blueprints and notes.

Immediately, Alphys’s interest was piqued and she leaned forward, adjusting her glasses. She picked through the papers, reading them over eagerly.

“Y-you are?!” she said, the excitement in her voice palpable. Sans shrugged, his grin growing. He figured this was just the thing to break through poor Alphys’ stupor. “B-but I thought you totally gave up on this project–”

“I did, because the human kept interfering with it,” Sans said. “But now with the human gone . . .”

Alphys deflated. “Y-yeah, that’s a good point.” She chattered, her entire body shivering as her stuttering grew worse. “But there’s–there’s s-s-still s-someone else wh-who can control the t-t-timeline . . .”

Sans paused. “Flowey.”

Alphys nodded.

Well. Shit. In all the excitement, he completely forgot that one tiny little hiccup.

Sans tried to hide his frustration, but it was hard not to be discouraged. He was so sure this would work, only to find out that–once again–his plans and work all amounted to nothing.

“Ah. Well, in that case, I better get out of your scales,” Sans said, taking the folder out of Alphys’s reluctant hands. “Sorry to bother you.”

He turned to leave. Now how in the world was he going to break the news to Papyrus–

“Wait.”

Sans paused. He turned around. Alphys was still hunched over, but from her frown and the way one claw was raised to her lips in deep thought, he could see the gears churning rapidly in her head.

“W-what if . . . what if Flowey was . . . willing to help us?”

Sans stared. “And why in the world would that little weed wanna help us ?”

“Because he’s bored !” Alphys said. “H-h-he was talking to me recently, a-a-after he m-m-made me–”

“What,” Sans asked sharply. “What did Flowey make you do?”

“It’s not important,” Alphys dismissed. Sans knew better than to push her. “But what is important is that he was telling me how bored he was now! He told me how much he hated how things worked out! Nothing’s fun for him anymore!” Despite what she was insinuating of the little flower’s psychotic behavior, she was smiling. She looked genuinely excited.

“I-If we told him we were w-working on something to fix the timeline, I think he’d help out!” she went on. “N-Not because he’d want to help us, o-of course, but because the one thing Flowey hates more than anything is being bored. And this timeline is really, really boring for him!”

Sans hated to admit it, but Alphys had a point. He remembered all of Flowey’s rants and taunts about how much he liked to play with them. How much fun he was having torturing them. And he recalled very distinctly how furious Flowey was when the fun had run out for the little beast.

“Well, that’s an idea,” Sans said slowly. “But it’ll be hard to convince him. He can be pretty stubborn and egotistical. Maybe if we make it seem like his idea instead of us asking him directly–”

“L-Leave it to me,” Alphys said, smiling for the first time in what felt like forever. “B-Being s-stuck with him for so long, I know how he thinks.”

“Just be careful,” Sans warned. “And if he does anything to hurt you–”

“D-Don’t worry about me, he w-won’t hurt me,” Alphys said. Her voice lowered. “He . . . he enjoys playing with me t-t-too m-m-much to hurt me too badly.”

Sans stiffened.

“I got this!” Alphys added in a rush, putting out her hands. “J-Just trust me! P-Please?”

Sans let out a reluctant sigh. “You got my number handy. Just promise to call me if he does anything funny . Cuz that’s my job.”

“Promise,” Alphys swore, drawing an x-shape over her chest. “O-Oh, and Sans? I ran your calculations through my head.” Once again, her eyes sparkled.

“It’s going to work!”

–---

“Let’s see here–spaghetti noodles–always an essential–and sauce, and bread to make Sans’ favorite sandwiches, and milk ! Don’t forget the milk!”

Papyrus cruised up and down the isles of the massive general store, appropriately called The General Store, loading his shopping cart with food. If they wanted to build the time machine, they needed plenty of energy! And for that , they needed food to make plenty of tasty meals!

As he shopped, he hummed a little tune to himself, not paying too much mind to the surrounding shoppers. If he was, he might notice them giving him a wide berth, which just made shopping that much easier since he wouldn’t have to snake the big bulky car through the throngs of fellow patrons!

The humming also drowned out the whispers and the mutterings. All for the better.

As he proceeded to the check-out, he was surprised to see a familiar blue flash of scales and crimson hair. He brightened, waving over at Undyne. Undyne caught sight of him, jerking in surprise herself, before she smiled and hurried over.

“Hey, Paps, whatcha doing?” she asked gently. She hadn’t seen him since the funeral for all the Snowdin residents and sentries, but he looked so much cheerier . Which was a very good thing!

“What does it look like? Shopping, obviously!” Papyrus said, gesturing to the cart of food. “Our food stores grew dangerously low, so I thought it most prudent to restock!” He glanced at the basket in Undyne’s hand. “I’m assuming you’re doing much the same?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I was running low on tea and seaweed,” she said, hefting the basket stuffed so full it was a miracle nothing was spilling out and over. Or that Undyne could carry it all effortlessly in one hand. “Um, you look . . . good.”

“I am, and I’m feeling much better, too!” Papyrus said. He leaned forward and whispered in a voice that was only barely quieter than his usual bombastic voice–

He was speaking loud again!

“Sans and I are building a time machine!” Papyrus said excitedly, barely able to contain his own excitement. “Isn’t it great?! We’re going to go back in time and fix everything!”

Undyne stared. Now, she had seen plenty of animes with time travel shenanigans, and it always seemed to go . . . poorly . To say nothing if it was even possible.

“Oh, is that so?” she asked, trying to gauge if this was some sort of ruse. But no, Papyrus looked completely serious.

“Indeed! My brother is visiting Alphys as we speak! He’s running the calculations by her to make sure everything’s up to snuff! We’ve already got the machine built in our basement!”

Oh. Oh, wow, they were serious .

“That’s–that’s great, Papyrus,” Undyne said, but her head was reeling. Darn it, she didn’t have the head for all this complicated science crap! She knew Sans was smarter than he let on, but smart enough to build a time machine?!

“Hey, you know what? I haven’t visited Alphys in a bit myself. Let’s swing by and say hi!” she suggested. She needed to see all this for herself. It was too crazy to believe! Time travel, of all things!

“Okie-dokie!”

Papyrus quickly paid for his groceries, loading himself up to the elbows with bags. Undyne helped. They made their way over to the labs, which wasn’t too far of a jaunt from The General Store. With their arms so full of groceries, they didn’t have anything free to knock, but the door was slightly ajar, so they let themselves in, figuring Alphys and Sans were just inside.

“Hey, Al! Sorry for barging in, we just wanted to say hi–!” Undyne shouted, but her voice stopped cold when she saw the lab was a wreck . It was more than the usual mess of papers and food wrappers and trash; furniture was toppled over and computers smashed. Vines snaked their way out of cracks in the floor and walls.

Both she and Papyrus dropped the groceries. They only shared one brief and horrified look before they took off, scouring the labs.

“ALPHYS?! ALPHYS!!!” Undyne shouted madly, panic and anger rising up in her soul. If anyone hurt a single scale on her girlfriend’s head, she’d destroy them!!!

They rounded a corner, getting a brief peek of more carnage before Papyrus grabbed Undyne’s arm firmly and pulled her back. He placed a finger at his mouth, signaling her to keep quiet. They both leaned around the corner together.

Beyond, in a room, similarly destroyed, with vines coating nearly every inch of wall and floor, was Alphys, wrapped up in thorny vines as a little yellow flower scowled viciously down at her.

Teeth grinding together, Undyne summoned a spear. She was going to KILL that thing–!

“ Wait ,” Papyrus urged, pulling her back again.

“What– why ?! That stupid weed is hurting her!” Undyne seethed.

But Papyrus held firm, simply gesturing to hold back to watch and listen. The scientist and the flower, not noticing their presence, continued to talk.

“And you just thought you could sneak around like this, behind my back, and I wouldn’t know?!” Flowey was saying.

“I w-w-wasn’t trying to t-t-trick you,” Alphys insisted. Though she was shaking and completely trapped, she didn’t look . . . scared . In fact, she looked quite focused and composed. This was enough to get Undyne to pause, much to her regret. “I’m j-j-j-just the m-messenger.”

“So that sneaky little trash bag thinks he’s so clever, doesn’t he?! Bet he thinks he’s even smarter and more clever than me, huh?”

“W-w-well, he is very s-smart,” Alphys said, shrugging as much as her vine prison allowed.

“Enough! No more smart retorts from you! Tell me! What’s that trash bag up to?!”

“M-m-me? Or him?”

“DON’T PLAY STUPID WITH ME!” Flowey roared, and the vines tightened around Alphys, making her wince.

That was it. Undyne didn’t know what was going on, but she wasn’t going to let this stupid flower hurt her friend!

She stepped around the corner, and she saw Alphys’s gaze flicker over to her. And she swore she saw Alphys mouth “No.”

No?! No what ?! No to saving her from this monster?!

But Alphys turned right back to Flowey, acting like Undyne wasn’t even there. “S-Sans is working on something. A big machine. He sh-showed me some notes . . .”

Undyne felt her phone buzz with an incoming message. Instinct told her to answer it. She pulled it out of her pocket, hardly tearing her gaze away from the scene in front of her.

It was from Alphys. It simply read, Don’t.

Undyne didn’t understand. What was Alphys doing?! She looked harder, and between the layers of vines, she could see the glow of a cell phone clutched in Alphys’s hand. Her thumb moved as she typed, all while keeping her attention focused solely on Flowey.

“It-it looked like . . . like . . .” she stuttered.

“Like what ?!” Flowey demanded.

Another text from Alphys. I got this.

“A time machine.”

Trust me.

Flowey paused. “A time machine?! Really? HA! That proves it! That trash bag is as stupid as ever!” He puffed up smugly.

Undyne deflated. That proved it, didn’t it? Time travel just wasn’t possible–

“No one can control the timeline but ME!!!”

Wait, what?! Undyne thought.

Alphys’s eyes widened in horrible realization. But it looked . . . forced? “W-what?! Oh no! That’s t-t-true! H-How could I have forgotten?”

“That’s right, my scaly little friend!” Flowey cackled manically. “You of all people should know the extent of my power! Silly little scientist! My DETERMINATION won’t allow just anyone to mess with my SAVE!”

“W-Well, I guess it’s not much of a loss,” Alphys sighed sadly. “Not much of a SAVE, if you ask me . . .”

Flowey froze. His smile slowly turned from gleeful to enraged.

“Would you like to repeat that?” Flowey hissed, dragging Alphys close. Alphys, despite herself, couldn’t help but squirm.

“I-I-I’m just s-s-saying what you said!” she pleaded. “W-Weren’t you the one who was s-s-saying how you weren’t having fun anymore?”

Flowey paused, grumbling, growling to himself. “Well, it’s pointless anyway! I can’t go back past the stupid human’s death!”

“Not unless you had some help , maybe . . .”

“I don’t need anyone’s help! And certainly not the help of that dumb trash bag!” Flowey protested fiercely.

“Right, of course, of course,” Alphys backpedaled quickly. She then sighed again. “I guess that means we’re stuck in this boring, dull, not-fun timeline. Forever.”

Flowey scowled, barely able to speak.

“Yeah, yeah ! That’s right! You’re all stuck here! With me ! Because no one has control of the timeline but me ! SO DON’T YOU DUMB SCIENTISTS EVER FORGET THAT!!!”

And then, Flowey was gone. The vines slithered back through the walls and floor, dropping Alphys on the ground as Flowey slinked away.

“Alphys!” Undyne raced up to the scientist, pulling her to her feet and looking her over. Papyrus joined her, coming out of his hiding place. “Are you ok?!”

Alphys, despite the terrifying encounter, was smiling, looking quite pleased with herself. “Y-Yeah! I’m fine! I’m ok! I w-wasn’t expecting you! What are you two doing here?”

“Checking in on you, ya big nerd!” Undyne said, breathing a sigh of relief. Alphys was unharmed, thank the Angel above. “Are you going to tell me what all that was about?”

“W-Well, long story short, Sans is building a time machine,” Alphys said. She looked at Papyrus. “You told her, right?”

“I did! But I am not sure how Flowey found out! Or why was he so angry!”

“Oh, th-that was me!” Alphys explained.

“WHAT?! WHY?!” Undyne cried. “Flowey’s crazy evil, why would you tell him?!”

“Undyne, it’s ok! It was all part of my p-plan!” Alphys explained quickly. She adjusted her glasses, which now had a hairline crack through them. “Sans and I figured out that the time machine won’t work because Flowey’s power wouldn’t allow it to work; he would override the machine Sans is building.”

Undyne stared back and forth between Alphys and Papyrus. “Wait, are you actually telling me time travel is real ?”

“In a sense. But it’s very situational, and only beings with incredibly high Determination can do it,” Alphys said. “Beings like Flowey and the human.”

Papyrus smacked his forehead. “Oh, of course! How could I forget that?!”

“To be fair, Sans forgot, too,” Alphys giggled. “And if we want the time machine to work, we figured we needed Flowey’s help. B-But, of course, Flowey being . . . who he is, we couldn’t just ask him for help.”

“So, you set this up?” Undyne asked.

“This was all a most clever ruse into tricking Flowey to help us!” Papyrus said, putting together the pieces. “Well done, that was incredibly clever of you, indeed!”

Alphys blushed.

“And incredibly stupid . He could have hurt you!” Undyne protested.

“I k-know, but it was a risk I had to take,” Alphys said. “A-And besides, I think I know Flowey well enough to know he wouldn’t do anything too terrible to me. I-it would mean one less friend for him to p-play with.” She laughed, but she couldn’t suppress a shudder.

Undyne got down on one knee and wrapped Alphys up in a tight hug. “Alphys that was . . . so brave of you. But you shouldn’t have done something so dangerous without telling us!”

“I knew what I was doing. I had everything under control!” Alphys assured. “Besides . . .”

She pulled out her phone, pressing a button on it. Two things activated at once: first, a magical bubble barrier popped around Alphys, shielding her from harm, and secondly, machines in the room they had just been standing in began to activate. Out of the wall panels, gears and pistons whirred to life, revealing a mess of pipes that extended from concealed holes in the walls from every angle. The pipes sputtered to life, belching out a torrent of roaring flames that engulfed the room.

Alphys grinned. “I had a back-up plan.”

Undyne stared at the booby-trapped flamethrower room, lips slowly pulling back into a delighted smile. “Alphys, you are the coolest person ever.”

Alphys beamed.

–--

Sans didn’t have to wait long.

In fact, he was barely back in his basement, setting aside his notes, when a most unwelcome visitor barged in, springing up on Sans and wrapping him up in vines.

Sans sighed sarcastically. “Hey there, Buddy. But, I thought you knew better by now to try this trick on me,” he said as he seamlessly teleported out of the vines, standing right back on the floor.

He stared up at the mess of tangled thorny vines that had inexplicably grown in the corner of his basement lab, and front and center was Flowey himself, grinning sinisterly. But Sans also knew Flowey fairly well, and he could see the flower’s frustration and anger behind the mask of sadism.

“It’s still fun to remind you how easily I could crush you to dust!” Flowey sneered. “And besides, it’s been a while since I popped in on my faaavorite trash bag.” A vine extended and poked the machine. “And lookee here! Someone’s been busy.”

“Just a little pet project of mine,” Sans shrugged.

“Don’t pretend I’m stupid!” Flowey scowled. “Oh, I already visited your bestest friend, Alphys, and she squealed allll about your secret project! I know what you’re working on!” He closed in, his grin growing. “And I can tell you, it’s not going to work! I won’t let it!”

Sans allowed his smile to fade. But from his point of view, his and Alphys’s plan was going perfectly.

“You forget, little trash bag, that as long as I’m around, I’m the only one with the power to SAVE! I can decide when we get to keep going, or if we get to start alllll over from the beginning–”

“Well, not the very beginning,” Sans interjected unhelpfully.

Flowey’s voice cut out, spitting in frustration.

“As powerful as you may be, you’re not as powerful as that kid. There’s only so far back you can go,” Sans reminded him, trying to suppress his own satisfied grin.

“Well, you know what?! NEITHER CAN YOU! Not with this dumpy, stupid hunk of metal!” Flowey protested, smacking a vine against the machine.

“Still doesn’t change the fact. I think we’re both getting fed up with how current events played out, aren’t we?”” Sans pressed, shrugging casually. “It would be real nice if we could go back and prevent any of this from happening.”

“Yeah, well, we can’t ,” Flowey fumed.

“Not with that attitude we can’t.”

Flowey paused, turning to Sans very slowly. Sans could practically see the flower swallowing his massive pride to maybe, maybe humor the idea that it might be beneficial to actually work with him. Just this once.

“Keep talking,” Flowey hissed.

Sans stepped up to the machine, tapping where Flowey smacked it with a vine. There was a scratch, but it was superficial. “This time machine replicates the power of Determination. And we know from past experience that Determination is a multiplicative power–”

“Use English!”

“It means, if you use your power in tandem with this machine, your power multiplies significantly. You’ll be way more powerful than you are now.”

“Powerful enough to override that brat’s SAVE?” Flowey ventured hopefully.

“It just might.”

Flowey chewed it over. It was true, he hated being stuck in this timeline more than anything. It got boring so quickly seeing Papyrus mope about and cry. He wanted Chara–-Frisk, whoever back again so they could keep playing together.

But he couldn’t let Sans know he was actually contemplating this. “Or I can just take this machine for myself, harness its power, and take over the WHOLE Underground! With that sort of power, I can easily defeat Asgore, take his soul, and take the rest of the human souls he has hidden away!” he cackled gleefully.

“Great plan, but unfortunately it doesn’t work like that,” Sans said casually.

“What?”

“It’s a lot of science-y mumbo-jumbo, but the crux of it is that this machine only works on the time travel part of your Determination. Effectively just enhancing your ability to SAVE.”

Flowey blinked, confused. “That doesn’t make any sense!”

“Yeah, like I said, it's a lot of complicated science. You try to do anything outside of travel around the time stream, it won’t work. Sorry.”

Flowey scowled. “You could be lying to me.”

“I could be.”

They stared each other down, but Sans’ expression was the completely unreadable mask it always was. Finally, with a defeated huff of frustration, Flowey relented.

“Fine! FINE ! I’ll do it! But it’s not because I want to help you! In fact, first thing I’m gonna do when I bring back that brat is torture your brother even MORE! I’ll find even more sick, twisted ways for you and your brother to go feral! I’ll make you go on a feral killing spree! I’m gonna make you kill the WHOLE Underground! Hee hee hee hee!”

Sure, you do that,” Sans said calmly. He wasn’t concerned in the least. He knew a bluff when he saw one.

“I will!” Flowey declared triumphantly. “Now just tell me what I have to do to get this hunk of junk working!”

“Well, first, we need my brother here.”

“Fine, fine.”

“And then we need to activate the machine, and when the machine powers on, I go through and–”

“You’re not going anywhere!” Flowey protested furiously. “I will be the one to go back in time! I will kill your rampaging brother! And the human brat for good measure!”

“Sorry, you can’t.”

“WHY NOT?!”

“You can’t exactly time travel if you’re the one powering the machine, can you?”

Flowey dissolved into a furious sputtering fit of rage. “That–that’s so unfair!!!”

“Sorry, it’s just the way it works.”

Flowey sputtered more barely comprehensible obscenities. “ARGH! This isn’t fair! This sucks! YOU suck!”

“Sorry.”

“NO, YOU’RE NOT!” Flowey continued to rage. But his desire to go back trumped all else. “UGH! FINE ! I’ll do it! But if you’re tricking me in any way, I’m going to make you and your brother suffer! As well as Alphys!”

“That’s fair.”

Flowey stood there, fuming. And with that settled, Sans made some phone calls, and within a few minutes, Papyrus was back home, dropping off his groceries in the kitchen before heading downstairs. With him was Alphys and Undyne. Undyne glared at Flowey. Flowey stuck his tongue back at her, and Alphys desperately avoided eye contact with anyone.

“So, we’re all filled in on what’s going on?” Sans asked. “With Flowey’s most generous assistance–” Flowey grunted. “--we’re going to power on the time machine, go back in time, and stop the human from falling to the Gaster Blaster beast.”

There was a nod amongst everyone, all looking grim and determined. Save Flowey, who continued to pout.

“Our priority is making sure the human soul isn’t destroyed,” Sans went on. “So that means preventing the Gaster Blaster from fighting the human. Our optimal option is to prevent Undyne from turning Papyrus in the first place.”

Undyne squirmed uncomfortably.

“If that doesn’t work, we need to take out the human.”

“Or take out Papyrus,” Flowey said with a cruel grin. “Killing either of them prevents all this mess, doesn’t it?”

Sans frowned, not immediately responding. As correct as Flowey was, he wasn’t going to just suggest killing his own brother!

“Aww, what’s the big deal? He’ll just come back. If everything goes to plan, that is,” Flowey continued to taunt.

“We’ll play it by ear,” Sans dismissed. “You just focus on keeping the timeline open and sending us back.”

Flowey just swayed back and forth, grinning unsettlingly.

“Alphys, stay here and keep an eye on things. Papyrus, you too. Undyne–” he paused, settling his eyes on her. “You come with me.”

Undyne jumped. “Wait, you want me to come back in time with you?!”

“You’re pretty tough. If we need to fight the human, I’m gonna need your help,” he explained.

Undyne understood. Papyrus was strong, but his fighting spirit was completely shattered. If they needed to fight–and based on the unsettling feeling she was getting in her gut, that was very likely–Sans needed a fierce and determined warrior at his side. And knowing what the human would do to Papyrus, what that human subjected them all to, Undyne would find no qualm in her conscience about putting that human into the ground.

“Alright, everyone, let’s begin.”

Everyone got to their stations. Alphys stood at the controls, typing up the commands to power it up. Flowey wrapped his vines around the machine, sinking into the cracks to get at the “meat” of the electronics so he could feed his own power into it. Papyrus stood back, offering his assistance where he could. And Sans and Undyne stood before the gate, ready for anything.

“Powering on!” Alphys called out.

The machine whirred on, lights blinking on, electricity humming. At the same time, Flowey’s own magic pulsed, flooding his Determination into it. The roar of motors grew louder and louder until it was a constant thunderous rumble. Sparks ignited within the circular gate, the sparks coming faster and faster until lightning arched at a constant flow. And with a sudden crash, the sparks split across the gate, creating a vortex of light. The light became a cyclone, a fierce wind whipping up and pulling them towards the vortex. Sans planted his feet, bracing himself against the wind.

Beyond him was a swirling kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. It played tricks on his mind, blinking away the stars that were flashing in his eyes as he struggled to comprehend what he was even seeing. But he knew this was it. The time machine was powered on. It was working .

“Readings are stable!” Alphys cried out over the deafening noise. “GO!”

Giving one last nod to Papyrus, Sans jumped in, followed closely by Undyne. They stepped into the vortex, and suddenly, they were pulled and stretched and thrown about, two tiny insignificant beings battered in the incomprehensible stream that was time itself. Beyond flashing lights that blinded them and shapes that defied definition, they saw images. Fragments of moments in time as they were buffeted about. Some they experienced themselves, some experienced by others, and some they couldn’t tell when they happened, or if they happened at all.

And strangest of all was the overwhelming feeling of a presence with them. Sans felt a hand grab his hood, and he turned to see Undyne clutching onto him fiercely, her eyes wide with awe as she struggled to take all of this in.

Having fun? A familiar voice called out.

“Flowey?!” Undyne scowled. “Where the heck are you?!”

“All around us,” Sans reminded her grimly. “This is his SAVE. We’re flowing through his timeline.”

Hee hee! Perhaps we should make some little detours!

“Not now, you punk! Just take us where we need to go!” Undyne cried out. But her protests were ignored as a memory played in front of them. It was the day Papyrus woke up from his extensive sleep after the human died, where he found out . . . what he did.

Helpless, they could only watch as Papyrus broke out in tears, crying in sheer anguish–

“This is old, Flowey,” Undyne growled. “Could we all just get this over with already?”

But don’t you feel just terrible about what you did to your very best friend? I mean how could you do something so hideously awful to him?

“No shit , Sherlock, why do you think I’m here right now?!”

Flowey scowled, clearly discouraged by Undyne’s lack of a reaction. Well, how about you, trash bag? Shall we relive some savory moments for you?

“Sure, it’s not like I can stop you,” he shrugged passively.

Huh? Flowey said, stunned. There was a brief pause and a stutter as Flowey found his voice. Ha! That’s right! You can’t stop me! I can do whatever I want! Show you whatever horrible memories I choose!

And he did just that. He showed the two of them the worst memories he could think of, from Papyrus’s anguish to the way the townsfolk spoke of him with fear and revulsion. He showed them how miserable Papyrus was, lamenting in his grave sin.

Through it all, San did not react, and following his lead, neither did Undyne. They couldn’t give Flowey that satisfaction. They couldn’t let him know he was getting to them.

Clearly frustrated by this, Flowey tried harder. And with a wicked burst of inspiration, he dug up the memory of him in the lab with Alphys, forcing the scientist to watch the video of the bloody carnage over and over and over again, punishing her if she dared to look away and laughing cruelly at her sobs.

Undyne stiffened, rage billowing in her chest. That horrible little thing! She wanted to lash out and hurt him for daring to torment her friend, but Sans was there, gripping her hand tightly. He gave her a subtle shake No.

Don’t give him the satisfaction.

Undyne swallowed the hot lump of rage in her throat. And she scoffed.

“Yeah, like I care.”

The images paused and then slowly began to fade away.

You two are so boring!

“Just take us to where we wanna go,” Sans said.

Reluctantly, and with much belly-aching, the timeline swirled around them, bringing them further and further back. They could almost sense approaching the fated event–

Undyne screamed in shock as she was suddenly slammed against some invisible wall. Her reflexes kicked in and she hugged Sans close to her chest, preventing him from striking that wall. But still the billowing force of the timeline bore down on her, pinning her to that “wall,” like being trapped against a drain under a tumultuous downpour of water. She could barely move. And worse of all, she felt a static energy burn all along her back as it was pressed against the barrier. It seared her skin, burned her flesh, setting her teeth on edge as she felt lightning course through her body.

“FLOWEY!” she screamed. “What are you doing?! MAKE IT STOP!”

We’re not there yet! He protested. It’s right there, it’s right there , we need to get there!

“There’s a wall!” Undyne cried. “There’s a wall! I can’t! It burns! IT BURNS!”

Stop your complaining, I can get it! I just need more–! More Determination! I need to get past that wall!

A foul acrid smell filled her nose. The burning turned to an ice-cold chill. The rest of her body still seared from the constant surge of lighting flowing through her. Her muscles clenched so hard she thought her teeth would crack.

“Sans!” she called out.

We’re almost there! We’re right there! Just hold on! This was your idea!

Sans saw the state Undyne was in, but beyond that, he saw the wall. It was made of an energy Sans knew all too well.

Determination. But not just anyone’s Determination.

The kid.

Even with all that extra power . . . it wasn’t enough.

I can get it! Just hold on!

Sans looked back to Undyne. She was barely hanging on. They didn’t have time to spare.

I–I–I can . . . ! Flowey protested. His voice cracked. I can’t! It’s not working!

“GET US OUT.”

And just like that, everything . . . stopped.

Undyne cracked open an eye. She was laying on the lab floor, Sans standing above her. Alphys and Papyrus rushed to her side, while Flowey was still wrapped up in the machine.

Papyrus was the first to come to her aid, looking worriedly at the burns all over her back. “Oh my goodness, Undyne!!! What happened?!”

Undyne was too rattled to speak. Papyrus didn’t hesitate before putting his hands on her and cast his healing magic. Like a soothing salve, the ache of the burns dissipated and her skin began to slowly heal. She sighed in relief.

“Thanks, Paps,” Undyne muttered. She shook her head and stood on uneasy feet, Papyrus helping her up. “Seriously, what the hell happened in there?!”

Flowey wouldn’t look at them. He stared at the machine, shaking with frustrated rage as his vines wrapped around it. “We were so close! We were so close !!! Why couldn’t you just hold on for a little longer?! I could have broken through!!!”

“No you couldn’t and you know it,” Sans said, his voice level but fierce.

Flowey didn’t look at him. Because as much as he hated to admit it, Sans was right.

The kid was far more powerful than they thought, if even all this didn’t work.

“So . . . what now?” Undyne pressed. “That’s it? It can’t be it! We can’t give up! There has to be another way!”

Sans and Papyrus shared a look. They both knew of one more option, but Sans refused to humor it.

“That’s it.” Sans said, locking eyes with Papyrus. “That’s the only plan we got. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t believe you,” Undyne said.

“I can’t give you the answer you’re looking for,” Sans replied.

“Yes you can,” Papyrus said, startling Sans. “You just don’t want to.”

“What are you talking about?” Undyne pressed.

“We have one more option,” Papyrus said, turning to Undyne. Sans sunk into his jacket. “We’re going to ask Dr. Gaster for help.”

#undertale #waff #what are friends for #papyrus #sans #undyne #alphys #dr gaster #wd gaster #wing dings gaster #flowey #gaster blaster au

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nomlioart · 1 year ago

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so my ugly fuck beloved frendo @atredys keeps yapping at me to do it, so im doing it uhhh 💀

10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags or smth (except that im not tagging cuz anyone can join hdjexj)

peppino spaghetti - pizza tower

ren höek - the ren & stimpy show

sonic the hedgehog - sonic the hedgehog

papyrus - undertale

daffy duck - looney tunes/tlts

mugman - cuphead: don't deal with the devil/the cuphead show

dynamite anton - antonblast

ramona flowers - scott pilgrim takes off

kinger - the amazing digital circus

fizzarolli - helluva boss

now plz can you let me out of the basement im cold here-

#tag game #they've been holding me hostage here for 834 days help me pookies- 😔#/hj

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ali-anne-undertale-stoof · 7 months ago

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FINALLY!!! CHAPTER 5 IS HERE!!!

I'm so happy to finally be done with this chapter!!!!

Anyway, here's Papyrus and his founding of his infamous social media account.

Second half

Chapter 5: Bone To Be Popular

"where is it, where is it, where is it... aha!" Sans had finally found it. A simple cake recipe. Sure, he's never baked a day in his life, but he'll give it a shot. After all, what's the harm in trying something new?

Apron (that's way too big for him) on! Flour in! Butter in! Milk in! Eggs...

"wait, did that say two eggs or three eggs?" Sans read the page again. "two." He proceeded to crack one egg... by slamming it into the bowl, shell and all. As for the other egg, well... Let's just say the yolk was on him.

And he ran out of eggs.

"...one egg!"

The next thing he needed was salt. No problem! He just had to look in the cupboards and... There was no salt. Is vinegar a good substitute for salt? Welp, guess Sans is about to find out! In it goes!

Next is sugar! Sans put a couple of teaspoons of the stuff in. Hmm... Perhaps some more sugar would be nice. He decided to have a little taste.

"num num... BLECH!" Welp! Guess he found the salt! Sans completely forgot about that salt prank. Wait, then the sugar must be in the fridge. Don't ask.

Sans opened the fridge and... yep, there it was. In it goes!

"hopefully it can cover up the salt taste... okay, all i need now is vanilla and..." Sans spotted the vanilla on the top shelf. Curse his tiny legs! Luckily, it's nothing blue magic couldn't handle.

He snapped his fingers and... It was stuck. Ugh, that meant he had to climb up and get a better look. Sans started climbing the counter. Unfortunately, he failed to notice the bowl of strong-smelling batter right beside him. Before he could comprehend it, Sans slipped on the bowl off the counter. Unfortunately, the batter came down with him.

Direct hit!

"oww..." Sans groaned, covered in vinegar-scented cake batter. Him being the lazybones that he is, he remained there for five minutes before it started soaking through his yellow shirt. The lumpy liquid was already too much for Sans' bones to bear. He desperately needed a shower.

Sans inspected the kitchen. Wow, the batter really went everywhere, huh. Oh, well. He'll clean it up later... with Papyrus' help, of course. Speaking of Papyrus, he might as well tell him about the carnage that happened here.

The young skeleton trudged up the stairs with cake batter dripping along in a trail behind him. As he peeked inside Papyrus' room, he can see Papyrus looking for jobs on the computer. Ah, yes. The old computer they found in the basement and fixed up. Speaking of fixing things up, the little skeleton took the time to admire the progression of Papyrus' bedroom. His race car bed in particular looks really cool from where he's standing. He almost envied it.

Uh, what was Sans doing again? Oh, yeah, telling Papyrus about the- What about the job, though?

"hey, bro, how's the job search coming along?"

"NO." Papyrus didn't even turn around to look at Sans, but the latter paid no mind to it. Instead, Sans decided to take a step closer, to really get a good look at Papyrus' cool bedroom.

"nobody accepted you yet?"

"IT'S NOT THAT!! I JUST FEEL LIKE A GUY AS COOL AS ME SHOULD HAVE A REALLY COOL AND POPULAR JOB, THAT'S ALL!!"

"you know pretty much any job on that website would guarantee you friends, right?"

"NO, IT'S NOT A GUARANTEE! I NEED A SUPER COOL JOB THAT WILL GET US THROUGH THE MONTH!! AND TO SHOW OFF HOW AWESOME I AM!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS, BROTHER?"

"well, there might be some job listings on undernet. people cry for help all the time on there. teaching assistants, sentries, helping out at the bakery..."

"UNDERNET? YOU MEAN THE UNDERGROUND'S NUMBER ONE SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM?"

Papyrus turned to Sans and squinted skeptically. Looks like Sans would have to put his "big brother" boots on. Without hesitation, Sans come up to Papyrus and stood by his side, looking over his shoulder at the screen.

"pass." Papyrus hands over the mouse. Despite struggling a little bit with his right hand, Sans managed to navigate Papyrus towards Undernet. Papyrus squinted at the screen once again, skeptical as ever.

"I HAVE MY DOUBTS, BROTHER. FROM WHAT I HEARD OF SOCIAL MEDIA, IT'S FULL OF POLITICS AND FILTERS AND FLAME WARS EVERY FIVE SECONDS."

Sans chuckled a bit. Papyrus wasn't wrong. "yeah, people can be a bit, well, intense. but y'know, you can have fun on it too. sometimes people like to post goofy videos or pictures of their pets or show off their art... or even let people know that they're hiring. it's not the most reliable, sure, but the message is more widespread here, since everyone uses undernet."

Papyrus perked up. "EVERYONE?"

"yyyyup."

"AND DO THEY ALL... MAKE FRIENDS WITH EACH OTHER?"

"yyyyyeah, you can make friends online."

That flicked a switch. "WOWIE!!! SO WHAT YOU'RE SAYING IS, IF I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, MAKE A COOL SOCIAL MEDIA ACCOUNT, I CAN GET ALL THE FOLLOWERS I WANT, AND FINALLY BE POPULAR?"

"uhh, i mean... i guess. want some help setting it up?"

"ALRIGHT!! LET'S SIGN UP TO SOCIAL MEDIA!!!"

This was great! Papyrus could finally make all the friends he could ever want, and he didn't even have to leave the house to do it! As for his account, he decided to give it a simple, yet powerful name. "COOLSKELETON". Now THAT should do it!

"and bada bing bada boom... you got your account."

Papyrus' eyes lit up at the empty page. Sure, he had the default banner and profile picture, but Papyrus can easily fix that with a couple of cool selfies of his own! The rapid pitter-patter of his feet on the ground in his chair was a testament to his excitement.

"I LOVE IT!!! NOW I CAN SHOW MY TRUE, COOL SELF TO ALL THE UNDERGROUND!!! THANK YOU, SANS!!"

"hey, no problem. what are brothers for?" Sans placed a batter-covered hand on Papyrus' shoulder. Papyrus cringed at the smell.

"SANS... ARE YOU COVERED IN CAKE BATTER?"

Sweat dripped down Sans' skull... Or was it batter?

"oh, uh..."

"WHY DO YOU SMELL LIKE VINEGAR?"

"uhh... cake?"

"TAKE A SHOWER!!!!!!"

The next day began with Papyrus pacing up and down his bedroom, excitement thrumming in his mind, body and soul. His mind is running a million miles an hour, trying to think of something really great for his first impression on social media. What screams "THE GREAT PAPYRUS"?

"HMM... WELL, I COULD SHOW OFF MY INCREDIBLE PUZZLE PROWESS!! NOBODY COULD EVER BEAT ME IN JUNIOR JUMBLE!! ...NO, THAT'S NOT SPECIAL ENOUGH. PERHAPS I COULD MAKE A VIDEO, AND SHOW OFF MY AMAZING SINGING VOICE!! HMM... THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT IDEA, BUT IT TAKES TIME TO WRITE A SONG AS AMAZING AS MY LAST ONE!! AS AMAZING AS MY SONG IS, I THINK AN EVEN COOLER SONG WOULD MAKE QUITE AN IMPRESSION! UGH, BUT THAT TAKES SO MUCH TIME!!!" He stomped on the ground in frustration. "MAYBE I SHOULD JUST KEEP IT SIMPLE! A SIMPLE SELFIE!! AFTER ALL, I STILL NEED THE PERFECT PROFILE PICTURE!!!!!"

After fiddling around with the lighting and the camera angle, Papyrus snapped a perfect picture of himself with his trademark confident expression.

"AAAAAAND POST!!!" Blink! Papyrus was officially a social media influencer!!! Wait, that's how it works, right?

A few hours later, Papyrus was still sitting on his brand new, beautiful, red race car bed, bouncing his leg up and down, watching and waiting very intensely, just for one like, one view, one ACKNOWLEDGEMENT of his cool picture!

And finally, it happened.

One like.

"NYEH HEH HEH HEH!!! FINALLY!!! A FRIEND AT LAST!!!"

And a comment!

"OOH!! A COMMENT!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! AN INTERNET FRIEND AT LONG LAST! I WONDER WHAT THEY HAVE TO SAY ABOUT MY STYLE!!"

He opens the comment section and... The comment was in all lowercase. In a goofy font.

'u look inverteGREAT'

...

The sound of a phone flying through the window and a cat screeching reverberated the street for the next few moments.

Papyrus needs a new phone now.

Why hasn't Sans told him anything about the wonderful world of chatrooms? People from across the Underground indulging in their interests was exactly the thing Papyrus needed to make everlasting connections and lifelong friendships!

"I WONDER IF THERE IS A PUZZLE CHATROOM... OR PERHAPS EVEN A CHATROOM ABOUT CARS!!??!" He had been really getting into cars lately. It got to the point where he literally dreams about driving a car down a highway... When he sleeps. Which is almost never.

But that's another good thing the internet is for! Finding car enthusiasts like Papyrus! A quick search on the computer is all it took to find one. Papyrus sent out a request to be invited in, and a few minutes later, he was accepted! He could jump for joy, this is great!!!

Now, how to engage? Perhaps a simple question would be enough.

COOLSKELETON: 'SO, WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE CAR?'

Papyrus bounced his knee in anticipation for the replies. Until finally, one came.

LionLicker219: 'Obv supercar, they're the coolest'

COOLSKELETON: 'WOWIE!!!'

lookatmyhat02: 'Nah their kinda overrated'

lookatmyhat02: 'I say convertible. Plenty of room for giant hats'

COOLSKELETON: 'I LOVE GIANT HATS!!

Sn0w3: 'YOURE WRONG! YOU HAVENT SEEN A REAL CAR UNTIL YOU SEEN AN SUV! HAVE YOU SEEN HOW MANY PEOPLE IT CAN CAR-RY?'

Papyrus internally groaned. That pun was even worse than Sans' jokes. But this is about making friendships, so he let it slide.

lookatmyhat02: 'That joke was worse than youre mama's butcheeks'

Sn0w3: 'WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY MOM?????? HELLO??????'

Sn0w3: 'ILL HAVE YOU KNOW MY MOM LOVES MY JOKES'

lookatmyhat02: 'Wow ur mom must be broken then lol'

Okay, Papyrus can't stand for this!

COOLSKELETON: 'LOOKATMYHAT, THAT WASN'T NICE!!!! SN0W3'S MOM DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!!!

Sn0w3: 'YEAH'

Sn0w3: 'she's sick btw'

Papyrus paused. Oh no... Poor Sn0w3. He really hopes his mother makes it through. He felt the need to send a message... But how to word it? As Papyrus' fingers hover over the keyboard, another message pops up on the computer screen.

lookatmyhat02: 'Hope ur mama falls down'

You would expect that when a skeleton's jaw drops, it literally falls to the ground. But since Papyrus' is very much attached to his cranium, it just looks like an unhinged snake jaw instead.

Yeah. He's definitely leaving the chat. Who knew internet chatrooms could be so... toxic?!

Three days. It has been three days, how long does it usually take to build up an audience?!?! Papyrus tried everything! Selfies, snapshots, selfies of snapshots, snapshots containing selfies... Bragging. Messaging. Even videos of him dancing and showing off his muscles wearing sunglasses didn't help! Is there something he's missing?

Papyrus' mind was running at a billion miles per hour as he paced up and down the streets, staring directly into his phone (he found it in a snowpoff a few hours after he tossed it out the window, no worse for wear). All he wanted was friends, why was this so hard?! What does he have to do?! Is he just not...

Wait, no! It can't be that, surely! Papyrus just... needed to try harder! He'll make friends, surely! He just needs to be a bit more patient.

After he reached the end of the road for the sixth time, just as he was about to turn around and pace back, Papyrus' auditory ossicles started picking up some hip hop music coming from close by. He turned his head towards the noise, only to find three kids performing some kind of synchronised dance. Strange... But they were also recording it on one of their phones! It looked like something Papyrus had done... Maybe they were going to upload it to the internet or something? There was only one way to find out for sure!

Papyrus stuck close, but not so close that he ended up in the background of their video. As much as it would improve it, he didn't want to meddle. Besides, he didn't know if the kids could handle his sheer awesomeness. Meeting The Great Papyrus seemed just a bit too overwhelming for them at the moment. Yes, instead, he should hide behind this conveniently placed tree!

He was so lost in his own ego that Papyrus didn't even notice that the kids were done with their video.

"Wow, dude! That was great!" The little yellow armless kid in the striped shirt exclaimed. "This is so going to go viral!"

"Of course it's going to go viral! It's the hottest trend!" The little ice wolf replied as she plucked the phone away from the little rock kid that was recording.

Speaking of whom, the little rock kid seemed excited too. "Thanks for doing this with me, guys! This was great!"

Viral? Hottest trend?

...

But they were in Snowdin! Unless they meant "hot" as in- Ohh.

Maybe that was it. That was the piece Papyrus had been missing! It wasn't just about fun! It was about getting clout!!

"THAT'S IT... THAT'S IT!!!" Papyrus bounced out of his hiding place, slamming his forehead against the branches in the process. "OW... I JUST NEED TO SEE WHAT THE LATEST TRENDS ARE. AND THEN FINALLY, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, CAN GET THE LOVE AND ATTENTION I SO CRAVE!!! I JUST HAVE TO BE THE BEST AT IT, AND LUCKILY, I AM THE BEST AT EVERYTHING! LOOK OUT, WORLD!!! THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS ABOUT TO GO VIRAL!!!"

With that declaration, Papyrus ran so fast he practically flew home. Well, it was more like walking on air. Walking in the air, doing backflips. Or backflops, as Sans called them. Whatever!

#undertale #papyrus #sans #fanfic #my writing #snowdin adventures #snowdin town

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Chapter Fifteen: Familial Complications

Tw: Minor child abuse

This takes place roughly three days after the previous chapter.

Sans sits on his bed, reading through a book on celestial bodies he had found in the dump a week prior. The book was of human origin, having fallen down from the surface. Sans admittedly had always had a fascination with space, and the stars above, despite never seeing them for himself. He had been glued to the book for the past half hour, and just continued to read.

Eventually, Sans gets bored. He bookmarks the page and closes the book, stretching his arms upwards momentarily, he proceeds to place the book on his nightstand, directly next to a picture of Chara.

Sans picks up the small picture frame, laying down with his head propped up on his pillow, admiring his beloved Chara. When the picture had been taken (only three weeks ago), Chara had just returned from their first proper date with him, still wearing their beautiful black dress.

Sans can’t help but smile and blush, “they looked so beautiful in that. Still can’t believe they’re officially mine” he almost-pridefully thought to himself.

Sans places the picture back down, his mind now preoccupied with thoughts of Chara. His thoughts were short lived however, because he was suddenly interrupted by a yell from downstairs.

“Sans! Get your ass down here, now!” His father barked.

Sans sits up, letting out a loud sigh and an angry growl. “Can’t I have a moment of fucking peace for once?!” He says to himself. Sans teleports downstairs in front of the couch, there he sees his father looking incredibly irritated, his right hand scrunched against his skull.

“Oh, THERE you are.” Gaster bites, roughly grabbing Sans by the shoulder. “Your brainless brother ran off a bit ago and he’s nowhere to be seen.”

“Papyrus?!” Sans responds in disbelief “how?” He asks.

“I was in the lab in the basement for a measly two hours. Two fucking hours, unsupervised and he ran off.” Gaster answered.

“He’s FIVE!” Sans retorted, angrier than ever.

“I sincerely would’ve thought that a five year old, especially one of mine, would be mature enough to sit still for two whole hours.” Gaster responded, dismissive of Sans' claim. “I don’t know why you’re trying to pin this on me.”

“Because it’s your fault! It’s your fault with your shit parenting that this ever happened in the first place! He’s a toddler! He’s YOUR responsibility!” Sans angrily yells, pushing his father off of him. “And I don’t know how delusional you’d have to be in order to-“

“SILENCE!” Gaster yells, cutting Sans off. He grabs his son with blue magic and slams him into the ground, holding him there. “Don’t you DARE fucking talk back to me, especially blatantly insulting me!”

Sans grunts in pain, desperately trying to pull himself up, to no avail. He resorts to teleporting out of the blue Magic’s effects. Now standing a couple meters away from where he previously stood.

“Resourceful yet.” Gaster states dismissively, shrugging. “Now, he’s somewhere out in Snowdin, go and find him.” He says, turning away and waving his hand toward the door.

“Wha-? You’re not going to look yourself? Or even help?” Sans asks, somehow shocked yet completely unsurprised at the same time.

“No, I’ve got an important experiment to run.” Gaster replies walking away.

“More important than your own fucking son?!”

“Do I need to repeat myself about the back talk?” Gaster asks, turning to completely face Sans, pointing his finger to the door, as his eyes turn completely black, “GO. FIND. HIM.”

Without a word, Sans teleports outside the house, pulling his hood up. Sans walks and walks, seemingly endlessly—constantly mumbling to himself about his hatred for his father and pondering the whereabouts of his brother—not finding a trace, even after what felt like an hour.

Eventually, he hears a familiar voice, not the one he was looking for, but a helpful one nonetheless.

“Hey, Sans!” They voice called out.

Sans turned to face Jackie clinging onto a tree. “Hey, Jackie. Mind lending a hand?”

“Looking for your brother?” Jackie asked, jumping down from the tree and walking up to Sans.

“Yeah, actually. Have you seen him?” Sans asks. Jackie may not be his brother, but having a member of the best trackers in the underground on his side was more than he could ask for.

“I have in fact, last I saw him, Dr. Gaster had just teleported him back home. That was about fifty minutes ago.” Jackie responds.

“Wait. Dad… brought him home? FIFTY minutes ago?!” Sans asks in disbelief. He checks the time, he’s been searching for around fifty minutes as well. “I…” Sans starts, anger slowly building up inside him.

“I’m guessing that bastard didn’t tell you that?”Jackie asks, placing a comforting hand on Sans' shoulder.

“No, in fact: he specifically told me he WASN’T going to look for him.” Sans replies, his eyes momentarily turning completely black. Sans pauses, taking a deep breath.

Jackie almost laughs, “and I thought MY dad was bad, holy shit.” He says, trailing his hand through his hair.

“You don’t know the half of it.” Sans replies, shaking his head and covering his eyes with his arm. “How did you know I was searching for my brother anyway?” He asks.

“Oh, I heard you mumbling to yourself about it.” Jackie replies, “I’ve just been chilling in and out of the woods here for the past hour or two, I had just returned when I heard you mumbling in the distance, curious, I investigated.”

“Fair enough.” Sans replied. “At any rate, I should probably head home now, I’ve certainly got some words for my father.”

“Yeah, good idea. I should probably return to my home as well. Funny, because I specifically came out here to get away from them.” Jackie chuckles to himself. “Oh, and- Sans?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“I was at the palace yesterday, and it turns out, Chara has a handmade plush of you that they apparently sleep with and cuddle constantly.” Jackie says smiling and chuckling to himself. “Don’t tell them I said that, though.” He adds, winking.

Sans blushes “W- wait, r-really?”

“Yup. Not only did I see it with my own two eyes, but his highness told me all about it. All I’m saying, is that they must REALLY love you.”

“They do, trust me. And I love them back all the same.” Sans says.

“Alright, imma head home, see ya!” Jackie says, before dashing into the distance.

Sans teleports back home, directly into the kitchen, there he sees Gaster and Papyrus at the table preparing dinner.

Papyrus, upon seeing Sans, runs up to him, and wraps his arms around his waist in a hug. “Brother's home!” He exclaims.

Sans returns the hug, before resting his hand on top of Papyrus’s skull. “That I am.” Sans replies.

Papyrus, let’s go and heads back to the table, Sans makes eye contact with Gaster, giving him a death glare.

“What?” Gaster asks, pretending to be innocent.

“You said that you weren’t going to search for him because you had an experiment to run, and that I had to go hunt him down myself. Only for you to go to him pretty much immediately after I left and bring him home without telling me. WHY?” Sans asks angrily.

Gaster laughs. “Oh, Sans. I didn’t lie, my experiment was testing the new underground smart surveillance system and its effectiveness for finding targets. It just so happens that Papyrus happened to run off on the perfect day to test it. You acted as the control group, to see how long it would take to find someone without the use of the system, and your pathetic ass couldn’t even find a single clue! To me, that’s a successful test, proving its capability, and prompting for wide implementation.” He says, condescendingly.

Sans stays silent, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

——————

Two hours later, after eating dinner, Sans sits in his room on his phone, eventually deciding to text Chara. {

Sans: “hey sweetheart”

Chara: “Hi, Sans! :D”

Chara: “How are you?”

Sans: “not so great”

Chara: “Oh… :( What happened?”

Sans: “earlier father called me down saying that papyrus had gone missing”

Sans: “turns out father had left him unsupervised for two hours and he got out.”

Chara: “Oh, no! Is Papyrus okay!?”

Sans: “yeah, he’s fine”

Sans: “after an argument about his bad parenting leading to him throwing me to the ground, he said that i had to go and find him and that he had to stay back to ‘work on an important experiment’”

Chara: “That’s awful! D: Did he hurt you?!”

Sans: “no lasting damage, just temporary pain”

Sans: “when i went searchin i didn’t find anything”

Sans: “but i did eventually run into jackie who told me that he saw dad teleport papyrus home a while ago”

Chara: “Wait, what?! So he just sent you out there for no reason?!”

Sans: “when i got back I saw him and papyrus preparing dinner”

Sans: “turns out his ‘experiment’ was testing out the new smart surveillance system to see how fast it can find someone”

Sans: “papyrus had just happened to wander off earlier and father took the advantage”

Chara: “That’s cruel! Why did he still make you go out then?”

Sans: “he says that it was to compare physically searching for someone, to doing so with the security system”

Sans: “however i'm convinced that his sadistic self also did it just to watch me suffer”

Chara: “What a jerk! :(”

Sans: “i hate him so fucking much”

Sans: “he doesn’t love me or papyrus, he only gives a fuck about himself. everyone below him is just a toy in his eyes”

Sans: “he’s such a piece of shit and i can’t stand living with him. he’s hurt me more than anyone could ever know”

Chara: “I know, Sans. I understand. It’s okay.”

Sans: “i’m sorry for swearing so much and the sudden rant”

Chara: “It's okay, Sans! I’m glad you got it off your chest!”

Sans: “thank you”

Chara: “No problem! <3 Love you!”

Sans: “love you too”

Chara: “Hey, I’m alone in my room right now, if you need a kiss, feel free to stop by! Just be quiet.”

}

Upon seeing that last message Sans wastes no time, and teleports himself into Chara's room. The room is dark with their face being only illuminated by the light from their phone.

Chara looks up to meet Sans' eyes, their expression quickly turns to a cordial smile, as they wave their hand toward themselves, motioning him to come closer.

Sans obeys, walking over next to them, taking note of the plush next to them (he’ll make sure to lightheartedly tease them for that later). Once within range, Sans leans in for the kiss.

Chara plants a kiss directly on his teeth, following up with a hug, “I love you, Sans” they whisper ever so quietly.

Sans leans back a bit, placing a nip on their cheek in response, “I love you too, Sweetheart.”

Author’s notes:

Yes, my Gaster is an unapologetic villain, and no, he will not change XD

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