#Underfell fic

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Exhausted, Papyrus fell on his knees in the dust. It was covering everything in the room, from the floor to the ceiling. The main door was gone, like most of the windows. Thankfully, no monster tried to enter the balcony, too high. Papyrus crawled to pick up the door, still in one piece by some miracle, and put it in its place. The hinges were gone with a part of the wall, but he forced it to hold by nailing it with some planks that held the windows closed and was now on the floor.

He picked up his phone, hidden deep in his armor. His hands were still shaking with the adrenaline. Sans left about twenty messages, asking if he was fine, then warning him Frisk was gone, then asking him again if he was alright, more and more distressed as the hours went by.

Papyrus simply sent: "Alive. Frisk here." before walking to the kitchen to make sure the child was fine. Several bullets ricocheted against the closet door, but it faced the brunt efficiently. He cleared the chairs out of the way and opened the door, maybe too brutally.

Frisk screamed out of terror and threw themselves in the back of the cabinet. They curled up on themselves, hands on the head, sobbing uncontrollably. They were shaking as well.

Papyrus flinched. He saw himself at five years old, in the same position, as Sans was screaming and fighting for their lives in the living room. This was not a world to grow up. No child should ever be born in this hellish place. Bitter, he felt his soul squeezed painfully. It was his fault. He should have brought the child back to the Ruins. Frisk shouldn't have assisted to any of this.

The skeleton kneeled at their level. He never had been really talented to comfort people.

"Frisk? It's over, they're gone. You can come out."

He leaned a hand towards the human. Frisk kicked it away and tried to get as far as they could from him in the closet. Papyrus tried to stay neutral, but his face betrayed for a few seconds how much it hurt him. He didn't want Frisk to be scared of him. Not after everything they went through to protect them.

The skeleton looked around for a second and noticed a hole in the closet door. Small, but enough for a child to witness everything that happened outside. Frisk saw him slaughter attackers and end monsters on the floor without mercy. Papyrus felt guilty. He gave the child some space and sat in front of the closet, unsure what to do.

No Weakness, Chapter 3.

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Hello, hello!

I commissioned this masterpiece to @seirindono, a French (yeah, team French!) illustrator who works on a multi AU universe called The Missing Scarf, which is a banger. Really cool comic with lots of great characters that you really want to read. Go read it!

I wasn't sure on which fic I wanted a drawing at first, but since we already got one for Horrortale: Rotten Apple (thanks again Zeragii, love you), why not No Weakness?

It's a post-pacific Underfell fic where instead of breaking the Barrier, Sans refused Frisk to fight Asgore and brought them back in safety to Toriel. Now Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton, Toriel and Sans are hiding the child away, trying not to get killed.

The story however is about Undyne and Papyrus' friendship. After Papyrus surprises Undyne kissing Asgore, he is promoted to general of the Royal Guard. Except Papyrus knows something is really wrong here, since that role was obviously supposed to Undyne's. But the more he tries to understand, the more people try to dissuade him from learning more. All the hints lead to Asgore, but how to reach the monarch without getting himself killed, and by extension, those he cares the most about? Between his duty and his friendship, Papyrus will have to make a choice.

I asked for one of my favorite parts ever, which is the moment Frisk realizes how things really work in Underfell, after witnessing Papyrus committing carnage right after he got promoted to General. It's tradition :D

Anyway, if you want to read the story, it's right here. I'm on summer break right now, but new chapters are coming soon!

Thanks again to Seirindono for their amazing work, I love it so much <3 Really great artist, don't hesitate to commission them! They're really nice and pays great attention to details. It was really cool collaborating with you <3

Go send them some love!

[canvas-madness-txc]

Midnight Coffee Race

{Underfell Papyrus X Reader}

TW- This one- shot contains mentions of: insomnia, bullying, and trauma. If the following subjects make you uncomfortable please scroll off this fic.

"You should sleep."

"I AM NOT HUMAN, THEREFORE, I DO NOT REQUIRE SLEEP."

You sighed. This conversation usually led nowhere. Today wasn't going to be anything different. You knew Papyrus had trouble with sleep, but still the fact he was constantly awake bothered you. It was not good for him. You felt that he knew that as well. Why he denied anything was wrong was a mystery to you. Still you decided to try again.

"Still. Human or not, you can't just not sleep. Besides when was the last time you slept anyways," you asked.

"I CAN AND I WILL. AND FOR THE RECORD WHEN I HAVE SLEPT IS NOT ANY OF YOUR CONCERN," he retorted. You could feel him beginning to look uncomfortable, although hiding it with annoyance.

"Well," you pressed on. He shifted a bit before he spoke.

"...I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN AGES."

"Papyrus!?" He seemed slightly taken aback at the change in your tone. There were few arguments between the two of you. This was different. Not that it was out of line. Ages. How long could that be? A few weeks? Months? Years? You would never know, and he would never tell you. You shook your head.

"I don't like this, it could be really bad for you. Just try to get some sleep. Okay," you said. He didn't respond. You left the room to do something else. The conversation still bugged you, but you tried to push it off.

"hey." You flinched and turned around.

"Oh hey, Sans." You relaxed. You've known Sans for a while, but him sneaking up on you via shortcut never got easier.

"so the argument still went nowhere huh," he started. Sans knew for his brother's problems. You could tell he felt some guilt that he couldn't do much about it. Like Papyrus, you could never figure out why. With what little they told you about the Underground, it probably had to do with that. You frowned. Everything you knew; from the war, to what happened to the fallen humans, to the effect it had on the monsters. It struck you the wrong way. Sans noticed it and quickly began to reassure you.

"eh don't worry about it too much. cruelty was standard back then and things are better now," he tried. You didn't know whether he was trying to convince you or himself. You shrugged.

"I know. It just he's been refusing sleep for who knows how long and doesn't really do anything about it. I'm getting worried." Sans nodded. You wanted to be alone for a while. He must've noticed since he teleported to who knows where.

That night, you were feeling quite restless yourself. How ironic, you mused. To tell Papyrus to sleep while you're barely getting any yourself.

Sliding out of bed, you went out into the kitchen. Maneuvering the dark proved some difficulty since you didn't want to draw attention to the others. Stumbling through the house, you managed to find the kitchen.

"YOU'RE STILL UP?" Your head shot up. Of course he'd be awake. What part of you thought you'd be the only one up? You knew how stubborn Papyrus could be. Even still, you nodded. He motioned for you to sit down. As you sat down, you SOUL was telling— screaming at you that something was wrong. He sat quiet, contrasting his usual loud, confident self. There was a cup of coffee on the table in front of him. He grabbed its handle with vice-like grip. You both sat in silence for a while. Slowly, you broke it first.

"You okay?" He paused and turned to look at you.

"YES."

*He's lying.

"Did you have a nightmare or something."

"NO!" He clamped his mouth shut. His tone softened as fast as it sharpened.

"I'M FINE. YOU DON'T NEED TO KEEP ASKING ME," he corrected. You tried to believe him but still your mind refused to accept it.

"Don't shut me out. You had a nightmare. Tell me what happened so I can fix it." He gave a small laugh.

"I ADMIRE YOUR TENACITY, BUT THERE IS NOT MUCH YOU CAN DO TO FIX EVERYTHING THAT PREVENTS ME FROM FALLING ASLEEP."

"Well you could always start by telling me why," you offered. Again you were met with silence. You thought he was going to shut this idea down. Then, he spoke up.

"I DON'T SLEEP. MY MIND HAS THE SCARY CAPABILITIES OF BEING DARK AND DEMENTED."

"You're afraid of your dreams?"

"...YES," he said quietly. You stared at him for a while, not knowing what to say.

"I KNOW. I KNOW. IT'S PATHETIC," he said putting his skull in his hands, "BUT NOTHING I DO CAN MAKE WHAT HAPPENED DOWN THERE GO AWAY." You took it all in. He had just told you one of his most vulnerable problems. Something that could have harmed him back Underground. You didn't know what to do. Without thinking, you grabbed one his hands.

"You're not pathetic. You've just been through a lot. If there's anything on your mind, you can tell me," you said smiling at him. He tried denying it, but you could tell he was grateful for it.

So he told you. He told you everything. The cruel conditions the Underground had been in when Asgore had issued that proclamation. The normalization of bullying. "Kill or be killed" became the motto.

He told you how he was stuck in the midst of it all.

Papyrus had told you how Asgore had made him a guard and the scar that would forever remind him of all the mistakes he had made. He told you the distance that started forming with his brother. He told you how his friendship with Undyne fell to pieces. And you listened. You let him pour his SOUL out. It pained you and you both knew, but you wanted to be there for him.

The worst part wasn't what he said. It wasn't the mistakes he made. It wasn't even anything he had done in the Underground.

The worst part is how he blamed himself.

The way he spoke of himself was so different than the way he portrayed himself. It was different from who he actually was. If words could hit, these would strike the mightiest of blows to you. You hated watching someone you cared for so deeply berate himself for trauma. There had to be a way to make him stop.

So you did. Instinctively, you pulled him to a hug. He stopped mid-sentence.

"AM I SCARING YOU?"

"No I just thought you needed this," you replied. He scoffed.

"YOU CAN'T JUST HUG ME AND THINK EVERYTHING'S GOING TO BE OKAY." You looked at him.

"Maybe they won't be okay, but they'll be better. We'll have each other and help each other," you said pulling away to meet his gaze, "It's not going to fix everything that happened, but it would make it hurt less. You noticed Papyrus beginning to smile. He caught himself and pulled you back in so you couldn't see. Giggling, you let him have this.

"You still need to sleep though."

"LIKE YOU'RE ONE TO TALK RIGHT NOW."

"how 'bout you both go to bed!? i can hear your lover's quarrel from in here and the door's closed," Sans yelled from his bedroom. You both paused. Papyrus facepalmed and you rolled your eyes.

"He's not wrong we should get to bed," you said.

"AND FIND A BETTER PLACE TO TALK," Papyrus added bitterly, walking out of the kitchen. You followed him.

"Well we can think of that in the morning."

[emeraldhazeart]

📓 Your turn! 💜

Thank you for asking 💚

Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

OK, so I've got quite a few ideas bouncing around inside my brain, but I've already got too many WIPs right now to start a new one.

That said, one of the ideas that has been rattling around inside my noggin for years now is a take on Underfell after the monsters reach the Surface.

Under the cut because I wrote more than I expected 😅

The monsters are free from the Underground, at last. But things immediately go wrong.

Just like the monsters, the humans in Underfell are a lot less trusting and a lot more aggressive. So, the moment a whole population of monsters emerges from Mt Ebott, the humans turn on them.

Frisk is "rescued" from the Evil Monsters™️ and taken away to a de-programming facility where the humans try to free them from the monsters' "brainwashing".

Meanwhile, the monsters are rounded up, locked up in a sort of anti-immigration facility and treated harshly. They're all worried sick about Frisk and their loved ones, but they're Fells so they show it by aggression and distrust.

Eventually, without Frisk there to be the go-between, tensions boil over, a new war breaks out between monsters and humans, and the monsters break out of the facility and form a resistance movement. Their first task is to rescue Frisk.

Meanwhile, Frisk has been working on their end to get back to the monsters.

The idea for the story was very much inspired by the song Never Going Back by The Score:

I've literally only written one paragraph for this story, but here it is if you're interested:

Frisk didn't cry when they were seized. Despite everything they'd been through, they hadn't shed a tear throughout the entire Underground. In all honesty, they doubted they even could anymore. Their reservoir had been cried dry long before they met any of the monsters.

[yeehawpim]

a comic about my weird irreverence for canon

go write a bad ending AU! ship your self-insert oc with your favourite villain!! the world's your oyster!!!

[indigo-skullz]

Fanart of my favorite fanfiction of all time “The Skeleton Games” by @theskeletongames

Also a parody of the manga cover “Go For It Nakamura!” just because I thought it fit really well xd

[aylish91]

Thank you so much @mothiepixie for always doing such amazing work and letting me commission you! You never fail to deliver such good works!

Red from, Sea of Hope, is absolutely perfect! Thank you!

[angelbitezzz]

Softies

(short fic under the cut)

It wasn't noticeable at first. Sans wasn't even sure when he'd become aware of it, the distant sound of some kind of thumping. It was rhythmic and steady, unchanging in its tone or speed, barely heard above the breaths of the human he was nearly draped over. He roused slightly, drowsily opening his eyesockets.

"hey." His voice was low and rumbly from sleep. "what's that sound? listenin' to some weird music or something?"

"Eh? Sound? Nah, I'm not listening to anything." Angel responded, glancing away from her phone to look down at his head. "What is it that you're hearing?"

Well, that woke him up a little more. He raised a browbone, incredulity leaking into his voice.

"what, seriously? y'don't hear that thumping sound?"

"No?? Trust me, I'd tell you if I did."

"then what the hell—"

He cut himself off when the motion of lifting his head cut the sound off. He paused. Thought about it for a second, and realized something.

"wait."

"Mhm?"

"can i—can i check something?"

Sans shifted around, shuffling to face her better and grabbing her by the arms to move her around, his mind already three steps ahead and way past caring about personal space.

"Whoa, what're you—"

Angel's words were cut off as he pressed the side of his skull to her chest, heedless of the fact that he essentially just pushed his face into her boobs. Her back abruptly went straight, a shudder working through her system as she nearly dropped the phone in her hands.

"Uhhh," Her mind blanked out, her pulse increasing from the proximity. "Sans?"

"shut up, testing hypothesis."

She would've snapped at him for being a rude shit if it weren't for the fact that he was hit with some kind of understanding about a second later. His eyesockets opened wide, dim pupils sparking a bright white she'd never seen before from him. His default was that single red eye, but lately she'd seen him with dull gray pupils whenever they were alone. This was different, though, it was... almost friendly-looking? It was the best way to describe the sudden softening of his features.

"that's— that's coming from—" He sounded so softly awestruck that fondness struck her heart, his grip tightening on her. "is that you? what—"

Ohhh. She understood now. She pulled away softly so she could look at him properly, though he didn't seem to want to let her get too far, keeping his hold on her arms.

"W-well, uh, that's my heart, dude! Y'know, it keeps me alive!"

At some point a red flush had spread along Sans's cheeks, matching the one currently warming Angel's face. His pupils shuddered in his sockets, splitting into round white ovals that felt oddly sincere? Or maybe she was reading too much into it.

"but it's so—" he struggled to find the words. "small? that's so loud for something so fragile!"

"Welcome to the human experience, I guess...?"

"you just...make that sound?"

"....Yeah?"

Sans stared at her for a moment longer before he seemed to remember himself, lowering his head slightly as his pupils began to dim back to grey. Hesitance peppered his voice as he spoke again.

"uh. can i, um." He paused. "actually, nevermind, i'll just—"

"You wanna lay and listen to it but you don't know how to ask without sounding like a creep?"

Sans deflated a little, shooting her a particularly resigned sort of look. Haha, gottem.

"...yeah."

"Okay. Come on."

Angel reached over and gathering him slightly, shuffling awkwardly to get both her legs on the couch. In a moment, she'd patted his skull right back down against her chest. He went down with more hesitance now, but soon was nothing more than a warm, heavy pile of bones on her person, both hands keeping a tight grip on her waist like she was going anywhere.

Sans dozed, soon relaxing into a real sleep, lulled by the steady sound of her heart. That pulse—the consistent thumping that thrummed through his skull—was just an easy, grounding reminder that she was alive and present with him. Soothing in a way he'd never be able to explain.

She didn't know why he seemed to like the sound of her heartbeat so much. He wouldn't explain it to her.

[capricioussun]

2am post jumpscare

[weirdonumber33]

Cottage core au where Fell is the hunter and you’re the stay-at-home wife. Thoughts?

I have lots of thoughts about this, love it so much 

It’s a very cute concept 

[crescentmoonsandroses]

Drew Vamp-Chan and Skulls from @theskeletongames' fic The Skeleton Games. It was fun, I love how much shorter Sans is than Vamp-Chan. (Actually, I'm pretty sure he's supposed to be a bit shorter, but I forgot to check the height chart before I drew it. Oh well.)

Underfell was made by Vic the Underfella. The Skeleton Games and Vamp-Chan belong to Poetax.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

One of the major scenes of the story, and the beginning of troubles for both Papyrus and Undyne.

Once the door closed, Papyrus shut his eye sockets for a few seconds and tried to empty his mind. Emotions, thoughts, indecent remarks had to go. Asgore tolerated no weakness, no hesitation, no protest. He had to approve everything he was saying without questioning it. Never upset him.

A small "ding" echoed from the voice box. The elevator led directly in front of the castle entrance. It was too late to back down now.

He took a deep breath, buried all his morales deep inside, and got out.

"Be brave." He cheered himself up. "Sans is maybe right. He saw nothing. He saw nothing. Act like he saw nothing."

The skeleton walked towards the door and opened it wide, determined. He wasn't expected to find him in the corridor, and even less with someone. Papyrus froze outright seeing a very unexpected scene play in front of him. He blinked several times to be sure it was real.

Undyne was here. In Asgore's huge arms. Kissing him at full mouth.

Papyrus stayed still, unsettled, mouth opened between horror and lack of understanding. This was impossible! He couldn't believe one second of this bullshit.

Undyne hated Asgore. She hated him with all her soul and she never hid it to him. She couldn't just have changed sides overnight?! He was at a loss for what to think. Was it one of her tricks to try to knock him off of the throne? Then why didn't she talk to him? Did she really fall in love then and he just didn't notice?

What if she told him everything and that's why he was there?

He felt so betrayed his soul hurt.

Terribly uncomfortable, Papyrus could only stare until the King let her go. Undyne shuddered when she noticed him. Speechless, Papyrus tried to meet her eyes, begging her to tell him what she was doing. The fish lady refused to look at him.

"You can go." Asgore's voice boomed. "We will see each other tomorrow for the monthly report, right?"

"Yes, your Majesty." She answered in a whisper.

She crossed the door the other way. The skeleton wanted her to stop, to scream at her to wait and explain, but she disappeared in the elevator. She never looked his way once. What was happening?

"Ah, Papyrus. Come in."

The skeleton straightened when the loud voice addressed him. He held back his distress as best as he could and followed the King into the throne room. He waited for him to sit before he kneeled down at his feet and bowed his head in front of him, as the protocol demanded it.

Asgore always terrified him. He was immense, taller than him by two or three heads. His hands were as big as his skull and could easily break any of his bones without effort. His face was naturally severe, feared and respected. Seeing him standing there, he could easily understand why Sans refused Frisk to fight him.

"At ease, captain."

Papyrus stood up and put his hands behind his back, silent. The King stared at him for a good minute, from head to toe. The skeleton stayed still, despite the impression he was only a little mouse in the hands of a huge starving cat.

Asgore looked him in the eye, gauging him. Papyrus held his stare. The King hated when his servants showed they were scared.

No Weakness, chapter 2.

[canvas-madness-txc]

Keeping Secrets

"Don't forget." The words swirled around him hauntingly, and Papyrus couldn't shake it as he slowly put the drawing away.

Running his hand over the desk, he caught on something cube-shaped. Picking it up, loud static burst through what he realized was a radio. The radio he was looking for. Fumbling through the buttons, he managed to turn it on.

"IS IT RECORDING? IT IS? ALRIGHT," a raspy voice said through the speaker.

If he had hair, it would have stood on its end. A shiver went up his spine, and a lump formed in his throat. It was them.

The first bit of the message remained garbled no matter how hard he tried to fix it. From what Papyrus could get from some of the understandable bits was it was an introduction.

A shrill cry echoed in the mist.

Papyrus nearly jumped, and from the sounds of it, so had the person recording.

"ALPHYS. IT'S FINE. IT'S FINE. IT WAS ACCIDENTAL, SO THERE'S NO USE IN WORRYING," the stranger continued. The recording went on as the unknown person lamented on projects being worked on by the royal scientists. New assignments. The current state of the underground. Many of which Papyrus remembered from Sans's experiences in the lab. He made note that the stranger was an old colleague of Alphys's. Maybe that meant they were also one of Sans's? There was a tear in his consciousness when he thought of asking Sans of this situation.

Shutting off the radio, he slipped it into an old bag near the chair. Slinging it on his shoulder, he made his way to the exit. Thinking of leaving the room took some weight off his mind. His foot caught something on the floor, and he slipped.

Regaining himself as he slipped, he noticed that the whole lab floor was coated in a lair of dust. The crunch that echoed from underneath him as he walked to the door grated his nonexistant ears.

His footsteps slowly creaked on every step of the stairs. The lab door handle turned slowly. Death lurked in every doorway with hell at one dark window.

Icy fingers gripped his hand in the darkness.

Whipping around, he and Undyne ran into each other.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" He had been alone— or at least he thought he was...

"You tell me!"

"I ALREADY ASKED YOU!"

The two of them, both huffy and unnerved, stood in silence.

"I HAD TO GET SOMETHING. IT DOES NOT MATTER, I AM LEAVING ANYWAYS," he said while turning around, leaving his lie vague and crumbling. As he walked away from her, he could hear Undyne walking behind him. Catching up with him, the two began to talk again.

"I'll go with you."

"WHY?"

"Because I can," she said with a sly grin. Papyrus knew that arguing with her was not going to lead anywhere.

The two left the castle, and the underground passed by them. His mind whirled around him, like racing winds.

A sharp punch flew into his shoulder, throbbing in agony. Papyrus barely caught himself as he stumbled.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?"

"It's not my fault you weren't responding!" Her face went from accusitory to concern. "You look awful. What happened?" Regaining himself, Papyrus tried to find the words to reply.

"NOTHING," he said at last. It was not a novel response, and the look Undyne gave him confirmed that. That was not going to satisfy her. Of course it wouldn't.

Luckily, she didn't bring it up. For a little while, the two of them walked in silence, letting his mind roam around in peace.

"Stop being grumpy. It's lame." He perked up at the comment. She shoved him playfully, but it felt almost the opposite. It had been a while since something of this sort happened.

"I could punch you right now."

"I'M AWARE BUT THAT HAS NEVER PROVEN TO END WELL BETWEEN US," Papyrus replied.

Not another word was passed between them. His mind felt like a carrousel. Loud. Bright. Dizzying. Without the cotton candy or childhood innocence that sparked enjoyment. There was a hint of unease creeping into his mind like a two-way mirror. He felt watched, and there was no light to shed on who or what was looking.

But now was not the time to get cold feet. Even if his suspiscions were as scalding as coffee. Rain pounded on the two of them as they made their way through Waterfall and entered Snowdin.

At his house, the two of them stopped at the front door, and Papyrus faced Undyne.

"DO YOU WANT TO COME IN?"

"Nah, I'm fine," Undyne replied, shaking her head. "I should probably get back to the lab."

"RIGHT."

Undyne vanished back towards Hotland, leaving Papyrus to his own twisted contemplations.

[afterartist]

Latest chapter is up let’s goooo

And here are all the images for this chapter in one post (:

[kertneyk]

Hey lookie there! I updated my chapter on time!

First FAM meeting! Let's go see how Fell monsters handle it!

[velvetwyrme]

👀💦!!

I was talking about farmers market shenanigans in the future of Flipping Fate with @collegecomics18 a while back and well... I had to doodle some of the ideas we had. (Stretch brings Edge and the reader along with him, and everyone at the market SWOONS @ them both. Sorry Stretch...)

[sparticus2000art]

At Grillby’s with fell sans

Definitely not a companion drawing for a chapter of a fic I’m writing… definitely….

Anyway

If you want to expose yourself to my not so fantastic writing- read at your own risk.

Like it could be worse. But also. It unintentionally reads like a crack fic. So take that as you will.

Have at it: