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The Outer Realms -- Chapter 10

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Chapter Ten:

Howdy, Neighbor!

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“I’m tired of being enclosed here. I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.” - Emily Brontë (Wuthering Heights)

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Dream Morabito stared up at the AU that he and Outerswap Muffet had to go to. He wasn't as much of a ‘Guardian of Positivity’ as the original. To say he was already at his wits end was an understatement to end all understatements. He knew, he just knew that when he got the chance to meet the shortstack that was this other Dream he was going to ask him how the actual FUCK he did this for a living. He popped his neck and adjusted his bright blue hat and then his tie.

“You sure this is the place?” he asked Muffet.

Muffet ran her fingers through her sparkling bangs and nodded, “Yep, this looks like the safest bet! It’s kind of like my AU after all, just less… interesting stuff.” she frowned at the last part. She was getting annoyed with the repetitive rocks and… more rocks… Where the hell were the stars and galaxies?

“Alright…” Morabito sighed.

Muffet held out a hand causing a spider’s web to appear made out of constellations before opening up into a portal to the AU, “Let’s go! Maybe there will be something at least relatively interesting there!”

“Maybe I can shoot someone with an arrow to see how many people freak out.” he needed something, ANYTHING to do other than talk. He was starting to get very tired of talking.

Walking into Underswap, Muffet visibly deflated looking at the town that was Snowdin. Her pout on her black lips was so plump and distinct, calling it disappointment was practically the equivalent of calling her entertainment.

“Soooo interesting….” Morabito rolled his eyelights.

“Don’t give me that.” Muffet shot. “Let’s look around.”

Morabito held his tongue, he was already reaching her breaking point, and if he did, then he’d probably… lose her shit to say the least. Not wanting another ‘explosion at the bakery’ event to happen, he simply followed Muffet around like a lost puppy. As they walked about, he thought about all the things he learned about this… other him. They were an extremely positive and helpful person, not willing to hurt anyone, apparently getting chased by… someone. And also used a bow… but also swords. He was going to have to see if he could try out using the latter. He was never perfect with his accuracy, so much so that Edelweiss made fun of him for it and constantly taunted him for ages. Maybe swords would be fun. He did somewhat envy this Dream too, being able to be so positive all the time. Not feeling hate… until getting envenomated.

He really should’ve written down some advice for the guy before leaving to take care of his job. At least he got a lot of positive desires out of it. He probably wouldn’t have to worry too much about starving for a good while if he was just a bit careful. Maybe even make a stockpile!

Eventually, the duo came across what looked to be some training.

“Awe… it reminds me of when Occult’s brother would train with the Celestial Guard!” Muffet cooed. She got out her phone and started snapping pictures so she could send them to Occult. She missed her Sans so much.

Morabito just patted her back. He couldn’t offer many words, not again after what happened the last time he tried to talk to someone mourning… It got him stabbed and envenomated.

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Indigo bent backwards, dodging a swipe from Alphys’s monstrous tail at the last second, then summoned a thin wall of bones to catapult himself into the air, out of the reach of his trainer’s electric flames.

The short skeleton focussed, laughing when Alphys lunged up after him and slashed her claws at him. He dodged and parried off of them, but then was stomped out of the air and launched into a new pile of snow and grass.

Indigo popped out of the pile, dusting specs of snow and dirt off his cape and armor, then summoned a hammer blaster, spinning it between his hands, and the blaster head attached to the handle snapped open, unleashing a blast behind him that sent him flying towards his opponent. As he closed in on Alphys, he swung his hammer above him, then down, intending to slam the lizard-dragon hybrid into the ground like she did to him a moment ago. But the Captain of the Royal Guard had other plans, and they did not involve defeat at the hands of her trainee. Alphys sent a knowing smirk Indigo’s way, bared teeth and all, and met the head of his hammer with the palm of her hand, cutting off the blast intended for her. “Not so fast, little man.”

Just like that, Indigo was tossed away again, his weapon following close behind, its shadow hovering over his form before it hit the ground, and he rolled away to avoid it.

Of course she would use her larger size and brute strength to her advantage. He had to think of another approach before she got him again. Indigo lifted his hammer from the ground and desummoned it, meeting Alphys’s eye from across the sparring field. The Captain kept that wild smile on her face and turned away from him to lift her axe, giving it a test swing.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna call it quits for today, Sans?” “Nah, Alph. I’m good to keep going!” The lizard gave him a skeptical look, and Indigo felt his marrow boil. He knew she was just looking out for him. She always did, and she was a great friend for that. But everyone looked at him that way, as if he was incapable of caring for himself!

Indigo glared at her, and got back into a fighting position.

Seeing this, Alphys shrugged, and readied her axe.

“Well… if you insist!” He didn’t bother with Alphys’s countdown from ten and charged in her direction, leaving snow flying behind him in his pursuit.

Alphys had little time to react, blocking a potential kick to the face with the flat face of her axe, and Indigo jumped away, dashing behind her and grabbing her tail, giving it a rough tug to yank her off her balance. In response, his trainer swerved around, one of her massive claws slammed into the ground where Indigo was a moment before, but the skeleton kept on his feet, planting the heel of his boot into Alphys’s snout before taking off again, re-summoning his hammer blaster and charging up some energy in the core of its partially closed mouth. Indigo kept his eye on Alphys as she jumped back from confusion, bleeding from her nostrils. But instead of infuriation, she absolutely roared in delight. “That’s it, Sans! THAT’S WHAT I WANNA SEE!” She lunged at him, her axe lifted high, and swung it down, but before it could hit its target, Indigo swung up his hammer, and the back of its head connected with the flat of the axe just right, wrenching it out of Alphys’s hand as it released a burst of energy, sending it flying out of bounds of the sparring field. The hammer’s blast cut off once the other weapon was gone, and Indigo grabbed Alphys by the soul with blue magic, slamming her chest-first into the snow-covered dirt. And just like that, Alphys’s timer went off, signaling that the training session was over. Alphys, from her current position, whooped awkwardly, her face planted in the ground, but still ridiculously enthusiastic at the progress of her student. She groaned, then rolled over, pumping a hand towards the Underground’s ceiling, then brought it back down to rub at her face. “Holy SHIT, Sans! Remind me to never piss you off, hAHAAHAHA!!!” Indigo let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and flopped backwards into the snow alongside his friend. “Heh, I was that good?” “Yeah, you fucking nerd! You totally kicked my ass! I’m gonna have to think about it, give me a day or two, but I think you’re ready for more intensive battle training.” “WAIT, ARE YOU SERIOUS!?” “YEAH?” Indigo screamed in happiness, and covered his mouth with his cape halfway so the sound wouldn’t echo through the rest of the Underground. He couldn’t just lay down anymore at that point, he had to get up and run laps around Alphys, breaking into dances at random intervals as the lizard got up to finally turn off the timer and clean up her nose. “Oh shit. Sans?” “Yeeeeessss?” “Can you go get my axe? I think it flew off in…” Alphys retraced her steps, looking back to the place she got faceplanted and off to the east. She pointed in that way for Indigo’s reference. “That direction.” “Of course! I’ll be back!” “I know you will, NEEEEEEERD!” Indigo took off towards where Snowdin’s endless wilderness started.

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Morabito ducked the moment he saw the axe coming. He turned and saw the gargantuan weapon embedded into a tree only a handful of inches away from where he had jumped down from.

That was way too close. Muffet damn near fell over laughing at him.

“Is every swap like this or–”

“You're just boring~” Muffet teased.

He swore this woman was just the worst, almost as bad as DeVille. Almost. But thank the stars that they weren't near her Papyrus – Occultatum, because if she was, her effort to annoy him would only quintuple.

They had a few minutes to recover from the shock, then the tiny figure of the resident Sans from a long distance away started getting bigger. The fact he would run fast enough to give cheetahs a run for their money was not only fucking alien, but damn was it just a slightly intimidating sight after the smackdown Morabito and Muffet had just witnessed.

Muffet spotted Indigo running towards them. Well, they did come to talk and see if they were in the right place, so meeting someone here wouldn't be that bad. In fact she was more than certain this was the place. It had to be, the AUs weren't that clumped now because of Digi… or Klezmer as he preferred to be called. But he's still Digi to her. No matter how much it ticked him off.

She didn't say anything to Morabito about the resident Sans coming over. It's just more fun that way. The skeleton on his way over wasn’t dressed as the typical inner multiverse Swap!Sans. Instead of his cape being a shade of deep blue at most, it was an ultra dark blend of blue and purple, and his armor was dark gray instead of light. He also had freckles of a similar shade covering his face, same with his eyelights.

“Hiya, Muffet! Cool outfit!”

He thought she practically lived at her bakery, but it was nice to see the spider monster out and about. Maybe she was looking for more supplies for her spider donuts or something, he wasn’t going to pry. Indigo continued down the path until he came across the ax, but by the time he did that, the guardian next to it attracted his immediate and dedicated attention. “DREAM!” The soldier trainee jumped on his friend with not a moment to spare, crushing him in a suffocating hug with no escape. “OH MY GOD, BUDDY, NEVER DO THAT AGAIN, WE WERE ALL SO WORRIED–” “Ack!”

Morabito froze like a statue, he really tried to control the negative emotions that damned venom DeVille had in that stupid weapon of his… and everything of his that wasn't his stupid wine. He truly was heroically trying to hold back his annoyance of the long… LONG as hell day he had been put through acting in for his other self but he failed miserably.

“Let me go… or I will punt you across this entire forest.”

“Morabito!” Muffet growled.

Yeah, this day was going to get worse… he needed some damn coffee.

Indigo immediately released the impostor and put some distance between them, his face morphing from genuine confusion to mortification as he recognized the details he missed. This was not Dream, but in the stranger’s defense, he looked nothing like him upon more focused inspection. “Oh– Oh shit, I am so sorry! I thought you were my friend. UH–” He glanced at Muffet, then back to this new person. At least he could get a name from her. “Morabito, was it?”

Morabito nodded, glaring at Indigo before looking at Muffet, “Looks like we're in the right universe, finally.”

Muffet snickered, “The look on your face when he hugged you was priceless. I told you you looked like that little guy!”

Morabito summoned his bow and an arrow then desummoning them reminding himself that he can't keep letting the negative emotions take control of his actions. Okay, a coffee with three blonde shots it is.

Muffet looked like she was about to start giggling like a mad-woman.

Indigo scratched the back of his skull. He knew for sure Morabito was someone, but definitely not Dream, but what about Muffet? He looked over his shoulder at the woman, and noticed differences between her and the Muffet he knew the most. She was all sparkly, and… actually took care of her hair. “I’m assuming you’re not the Muffet I know either?”

She shook her head, “Nope, but I am from a place you'll love to visit~! Sorry about my little friend over there, he's a bit of a hothead. But we're here to talk to you, and anyone who happens to be really close to that little cutie, Dream.”

She really couldn't wait to fluster the hell out of that kid when she got the chance, if he was anything like Morabito, it was going to be so. Freaking. Fun!

Morabito nodded, “A… friend, found him and had to get him some medical attention. He's not doing too well.” FINALLY, he was getting some answers on Dream’s whereabouts, but why did it always have to be bad news!? Indigo facepalmed, then rubbed the bridge between his eyesockets. Undyne should have never let him go, even though that wouldn’t have stopped him from leaving whatsoever once he decided to.

Indigo lifted the axe, leaning it over his shoulder as if it weighed nothing. “I have to return this first, then I can take you two somewhere to talk, okay? This timeline is well acquainted with outcodes, so you won’t attract too much attention being here.” With that, he stopped right outside the woods, readjusted his grip on the axe’s handle, and swung it with enough power for the weapon to land in the middle of Alphys’s training grounds. Then he stretched, popping the stiffness in his shoulder blades, and sent a text to Alphys. She should still be down there, but it was just in case. “Alright, let’s go. You can call me Indigo, by the way!”

Morabito was very impressed with Indigo’s strength, he nodded at the Sans’ words before saying, “Nice to meetcha.”

Muffet merely nodded.

They were actually really surprised at how well adjusted this timeline was with what Indigo called outcodes. They supposed it meant exactly what it implied: those whose universes were gone with only the survivors' existences being the last remnants of the code. They never really had a name for such a thing – they just called them survivors. Either Klezmer was very busy while they weren’t looking, or there was another glitch running around.

And there definitely was another glitch running around, Muffet could just feel it. She knew she should’ve borrowed Occult’s tarot cards to see if they’d run into any new information like this. Damn it. They simply followed Indigo to his house as they looked around to see if there was anything actually interesting. Morabito didn’t see anything, not even the moment they stepped into the house. But Muffet… Muffet found a new target.

Indigo had started ahead of them, shaking his head as the front door to his house was left wide open, and upon walking in, discovered his brother and Edge smoking pot. The smell had permeated the living room. He thought he had smelled something a couple yards away, but honestly would rather have the house on fire than this again. He didn’t even know where they got it from, but it was unacceptable, and the look on Indigo’s face said all he wanted to say, but refrained from doing so unless he wanted to strangle his brother and their roommate. “Let’s… I apologize for their behavior, I’ll take care of them, but let’s go somewhere else.”

“Oh no, this is fine!” Muffet said before Morabito could even speak in just as much outrage as Indigo was currently holding in.

She happily walked over behind the couch the boys were sitting on and just put two of her hands on their heads, aother two around their shoulders and the last two behind her back, she leaned down and whispered, “Hey boys, don’t tell me you both started to have fun without me?”

Carrot froze. Who the hell was speaking… and why like that? He turned and saw… either heaven itself or he really was just that high. Edge himself was a little more lucid, and upon turning to ask Carrot what the fuck kind of impression he was making, he came face-to-face with the spider, and jerked back, slipping off the couch ass-first in the process. “H—OOOF– WHATSTHEFUCK ISTHIS??”

Muffet pouted at Edge before looking at Carrot smirking, “Awe, boys don’t be like that~ I’m not going to eat you… well… like that anyways.”

Carrot couldn’t even speak, he wanted to check if his soul didn’t shatter due to being so high, but he could barely move. But the bright as a neon sign blush on his face finally won out and he fell over to the side. Muffet laughed, almost falling over herself.

“Oh you two are perfect material!” she said between breaths, “I have to tell Occult about you two!”

She got out her phone and started texting him.

Morabito put a hand on Indigo’s shoulder, “Yeah, I’m sorry for your loss.”

Indigo released an exasperated sigh and leaned into his touch just on principle. He appreciated the mental support. “I can’t believe he corrupted Edge, too.”

At this point, he was genuinely considering moving out and relocating to Waterfall or Hotland, somewhere closer to Alphys. Hell, he’d take Undyne over this any day too. Edge recovered from his intoxicated shock, hoping to whatever god may exist that the spider monster was just a figment of his imagination, perhaps a result of all the weed he smoked in a coping frenzy, but no. No matter how much he blinked, she was still there. But the sound of Indigo’s voice was a saving grace for… about two seconds, and processing the look on the other skeleton’s face was all he needed to know. His host was disappointed. As Indigo left to open up all the windows in the house and get some of the hall closet fans installed to push out the marjuana air, Edge submitted to the shame, leaning against the foot of the couch to thoroughly die inside.

Morabito decided to sit at the table in hopes to avoid the absolute horror that was about to take place. He resigned himself with the fact that there would be no mercy here. He was just glad he was not the one with their head in the guillotine.

Muffet on the other hand decided that she hadn’t played enough with the edgy little Sans at the foot of the couch, so she went over to him and knelt down, grabbing his head in her hands, having one of them trace the back of his neck. “Awe, you okay, sweetie? I didn’t scare you, did I?” she feigned a sweet and concerned tone just to further mess with her new favorite victim.

“Holy shit, lady,” Edge narrowed his blurred red eyelights at her, at the very side of his vision. It’s not that he hated spiders, but they are the last thing a man wants to see when he’s high off his senses and staring blankly at the wall, hoping the texture would stop moving. “Couldn’t you knock before you came in?” “You left the door WIDE OPEN, you NUMBSKULLS!” Indigo yelled from the kitchen, gathering cleaning materials in preparation to bring the Sanspocalypse on the entire living room and perhaps the insides of Carrot and Edge’s craniums while he’s at it. There was no question at all that his disappointment was morphing into a determined and unfiltered cleaning rage. Edge gulped, beginning to sweat. He looked away from Muffet, used the couch’s arm to help himself up, then his legs betrayed him. If not for the couch being covered in cloth stuffed with feathers and dog hair, he would have dusted from hitting his forehead on the very thing he counted on to get him standing again. “MMPHH, FOR FUCK’S SAKE.”

“You are my new favorite targets from now on…” Muffet grinned.

“Is… is it just me… or are there… stars… and galaxies… in her clothes…?” Carrot asked, squinting at the woman. “Wait… Muffet?... Did you roll around in glitter?”

“Wanna touch me and see if I did?” she stuck her tongue out at him.

Carrot blinked and stared at the ceiling to contemplate if he did die and go to heaven.

“Muffet… you are killing them.” Morabito hissed.

“I’m only playing with them!” she purred.

“I’m… I’m ace, I just wanted to remind myself.” Carrot blurted out, suddenly.

That broke her. She fell over laughing. Oh, she loved them. She absolutely LOVED them.

Meanwhile, Edge had pulled his hood over his face and started recounting every element in the periodic table. He got so engrossed in it, he hardly noticed Indigo slipped his arms under his and yanked him up. They were about halfway to the table when it finally registered, and when it did, Edge squirmed in Indigo’s hold, making the dragging treatment slightly more chaotic than it already was.

“HEY, WHAT THA FUCK IS THIS ABOUT? LEMME GO!” Indigo made no comment until he pinned Edge to the nearest chair until he stopped moving under the other skeleton’s judgemental stare. “I brought Morabito and Muffet here for a reason, Edge, and you are the only other source of information they asked for.” The general consensus from that second forward was for Edge to be on his best behavior, or they were gonna have another set of problems. Indigo never openly freaked out at Carrot whenever he got high unannounced and stank up the house, and Edge assumed he was getting the same treatment, but damn did he expect to receive hell once he was sober.

Carrot got up, shaking his head and then looking at Indigo, “Wait… wha?... What do you mean, Indi?”

He was genuinely confused before finally, FINALLY spotting Morabito, “Wait, why is Dream cosplaying a mobster?”

Morabito glared at Carrot for the comment, but didn’t say anything. He figured that once the two idiots were done being high enough to touch the stars, he’d finally not have to put up with the headache.

Muffet snickered at the comment, “It’s adorable, isn’t it?”

“I uh… I guess so…” Carrot said, trying to put a bit of distance between him and Muffet. He didn’t know what got into her, but… he didn’t want to find out. Where the hell did his asexuality go? Usually this sort of shit never fazed him!

“Muffet, cut it out. At this point I think his soul is going to leave his body.” Morabito said, trying his best to not growl at the woman.

Muffet nodded, “Okay, okay, I guess I’ll give them some mercy.”

Indigo sat in the chair farthest from the living room and slid a plate with bread and a glass of water to Edge in an unspoken order to consume the items. He had dealt with his brother’s mary jane usage too many times to know what could lessen the effects of it, if not by a little bit. The main thing was time, but they might not have that tonight.

Edge had to shut out the sounds of everyone else’s voices in order to focus on that command.

His host sent another damning look Carrot’s way before really settling, sitting at the table like an actual mob boss, with his elbows propped up on the surface, fingers laced together, and chin resting on top of them. “Muffet, let’s get this shit in order. I don’t know how much sanity I have left and don’t want to find out.”

“I agree.” Morabito said simply.

“Okay, I’ll stop messing with them!” Muffet frowned, she used her magic to drag Carrot over to the table and sit him down next to Morabito, who leaned away from him.

Carrot didn’t speak, knowing Indigo wouldn’t appreciate anything he said at the moment.

Muffet hummed. She was about to get started, only for a knock at the door. Indigo growled to himself, leaving the table to yank open the door, and whatever enthusiasm Undyne was prepared to walk in with immediately tucked tail and ran. “Yes, Undyne?”

Undyne lost her words for a moment, finally finding some of them she nervously spoke, “Heya kid, I saw your new friends on the cameras and I uh… was hoping if I could join you and them… I uh… I am also worried about Dream.”

Indigo’s eye twitched. “I am 31 years old and pay a mortgage. Never call me ‘kid’ again.”

“Sorry.” she said, scooting past him and walking in. She gave a nervous wave to the two visitors.

“You’re 31?” Morabito asked. “I thought you were twelve.”

“Ever heard the sound of a skull breaking glass, tough guy?”

Morabito decided to not answer the obvious threat.

Muffet was recording the entire thing, “Oh, you’re so much like the Sans I had…”

“I’m not gonna ask,” Indigo replied, taking his seat once again. Undyne followed his example. The tension in the room was indescribable, and right now, Indigo was not intent on repairing that. After this, all he wanted to do was take a long, hot shower and pass out. He didn’t care where.

Muffet took a long deep breath as she stopped recording. “Okay, to get this started, I’m sure you’re all really worried about Dream, and so are we. He is currently under the care of my Papyrus – Occultatum — along with a Toriel and Alphys from an Asylumtale. They’re doing everything in their power to keep him alive.”

“They’re using my Positivity Magic to do so. I left them with a supply of my arrows to keep him alive as long as possible to find anything that can cure the venom in his body.” Morabito explained, “In my AU, the venom myself and my version of Nightmare relates to positivity and negativity. Obviously if I’m the positive one, DeVille is the negative one.”

“That’s fucking on the nose…” Carrot mumbled. “His name is literally Devil.”

“He’s not really a… bad guy per se, we just feed off of Positive and Negative desires respectively.” Morabito stated, “I’m currently trying to do my best to do Dream’s job while he’s out of it. I’ve been hit with DeVille’s venom several times, trust me when I say it’s not fun.”

“What does it do, exactly?” Undyne asked, “I’ve been trying to analyze it, but I can’t tell what exactly it does.”

“It literally enhances all negative emotions a person has. If it were to hit someone like say, Indigo right now, he’d probably be tearing everyone here limb from limb.” Morabito stated, “But if it is someone like me or Dream, it opens the door to feeling all negative emotions in full. From disgust, to loathing.”

“And since Dream is a being of pure positivity,” Muffet sighed, “He’s pretty much dying until we can get that venom cured.” Undyne looked like she was three seconds away from chucking one of Indigo’s chairs out the nearest window and isolating herself in The Lab to hyperfocus on curing Dream without interruption. The scientist sprang from her seat when Morabito dropped the bomb, and was now clutching the chair’s spine tight enough to make indents in the furbished, carefully chiseled wood.

For once, Indigo was relieved Carrot was mentally jumping off the moon. If he were sober, he could clearly visualize him planning revenge so intensely one could read exactly what he wanted to do off the shape of whatever wrinkles skeletons were capable of forming to highlight intense stress.

Of course, most of that was pure exaggeration, but whichever poor soul was reading this got the idea.

But Edge was not the same. If anything, whenever he got high, his sensitivity level skyrocketed. The poor guy had frozen in time mid-bite out of the bread Indigo had thrown at him not several minutes earlier. Before Indigo himself could get a word in, Edge slowly pushed his plate away. “...he’s dyin’?” “They said he could be dying if he doesn’t get help, Edge,” his host solemnly replied. Indigo took his arms off the table in favor of hugging himself for comfort’s sake, staring down at the grain of the wood. “But what can we do? Whada they need from us?”

“We don’t really want anything from you, more that we were hoping you’d all be willing to go to Outerswap with us to help Dream stay calm and not break down on us while we get him settled down. If not, we can deliver a message from you all or a gift box, something to keep him stable… emotionally.” Muffet said simply.

“After all, he isn’t exactly in a familiar setting, being in the Outer Realms.” Morabito stated.

Muffet nodded. “The Outer Realms have never been visited by him or your version of Sketch, and it’s bad enough that things are very different in that area, so something familiar would be nice.”

Edge leaned forwards in his seat, holding a hand over his skull to block out how bright the dining room light was, but otherwise remained as focussed as he could manage in his current state. “Wait,... who’s Sketch?” “I have the same question.” Indigo got out of his seat and put the chair in, leaving for the kitchen. Maybe it was to clean up or something, even though Edge was certain he and Carrot did nothing to that area of the house. Their tomfoolery was limited to the living room only, last he checked.

“Idiot with a giant paint brush, can be as tone deaf as an arsonist in an antique shop, has a tendency to go around the entire multiverse just because he can, no matter what is going on. Fights glitchy assholes for a living.” Morabito stated.

There was a distant gasp, then a crash from the kitchen. Indigo rushed out, hovering in the entryway. “THAT SOUNDS LIKE INK!”

“THAT’S IT!” Undyne, shoved her chair back in place and barged out the front door. Indigo had the thought to drag her back in, but she wasn’t a threat to anyone or anything just yet, and he doubted she was a danger to herself these days either. The armored skeleton had to lean against the wall, close to tears but somehow holding himself together, “Do you know where he is? He went MIA weeks ago, I assume to find Error or something else like him.”

Edge, however, snuck a sip of his water and slipped off his hood. “You kiddin’ me, smalls? Tracking that guy is a suicide mission. Ink is a goner.” “No, Edge, you don’t understand Ink if you think he can die like the rest of us,” Indigo stressed. He slipped off his gloves and twisted them into a rope-like texture, stimming to cope with the stress of not only one of his friends being hospitalized and close to death, but the other one possibly not that far behind.

He didn’t know Error’s status. For his mental stability, Indigo had to avoid the topic of him completely and assumed Ink and Dream handled the rest. But he knew, oh did he know, just what that guy was capable of. Anything with code? Anything that existed at all, wasn’t safe from him. Ink probably couldn’t die, that much was true, but he definitely wasn’t in the clear. Carrot sat up, his eyes trained on his brother. The lanky skeleton dragged himself to the kitchen, practically hovering over Indigo. “Bro, you’re spiraling.”

“Papyrus, we have more important things to worry about than this.” “I don’t care. Go lay down.” Indigo grimaced, but retreated upstairs as advised.

“If that Ink guy is anything like Sketch, he’s probably chasing his version of Klezmer.” Morabito sighed, “Trying to kill the bastard because of petty grudges and arguing over their own fucked up versions of helping people.”

Muffet nodded, “We don’t know anything about Ink, but we’ll keep an eye out for him while we’re out trying to keep Dream’s job going strong.”

“I seriously need to ask the bastard how he keeps this up, I’m so tired…” Morabito held his head trying to keep his cool.

“Well, what’s your decision?” Muffet asked, “Any of you want to go, or would you want me to send a message?”

Edge sighed, exchanged a knowing look with Carrot, then addressed Muffet. “Yeah, we’ll haveta go with you. We gotta get smalls in order first, though.”

Carrot nodded, “Yeah, I’ll text Undyne and see if she’s up for the trip.”

“Glad to hear it,” Muffet smiled, “We’ll be here tomorrow, so be sure to be ready by the afternoon.”

“Will-do.” Carrot said simply.

With that, the duo from the outer realms left using one of Muffet’s portals.

After a moment Carrot sunk to the floor, and just tried to hold all of his chaotic thoughts in order. Whoever this DeVille is… He was fucking dead.

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stargazer4501 · 4 months ago

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Neue & AU Variants: Body/Hair/Eye Colors 12/18

Here is the colored lineart of Nova, Bernard, Carter, Century, Vani, and Sabon.

Nova

Bernard

Carter

Century

Vani

Sabon

#outertale au #outertale #mafiafell #mafiatale #mobtale #mafia au #ts!underswap #ts!us #dusttale #something new sans #killer au #undertale oc #oc art #oc #my ocs #oc artwork #ocs

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keelywolfe · 2 years ago

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FIC: The Rose and the Thorn: Chapter 21 (Mafia AU)

Summary: While Rus is off being 'entertained' by Blaze, Blue is dealing with issues of his own.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Cherryberry, Mafia AU, Flower Shop AU, Violence, First Meetings, Attempted Sexual Assault

Warning: Lord have mercy, I know it's been a while. But here I am, back again, and this chapter is really trying to earn that adult rating. If it's been awhile, go ahead and scroll back up to read those tags!

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Losing his brother was not an entirely unfamiliar sensation to Blue. As a child, he’d often gone out on his own for hours, escaping as much into his own imagination as he was the underground, and leaving Blue frantically searching. At first it was a way to escape from their father and later, while Blue was working long hours to keep a roof over their head and clothes on his constantly growing brother’s back, Rus would go off to the dump in search of things to sell for a little extra money. Hours on his own, traversing through the cave paths as he went to and fro through the mountain.

Sometimes Blue wondered if his brother’s magic developing into the ability to teleport was an effect of that.

Half his lifetime chasing after his brother, trying to keep up with him, and now it seemed that he may have finally lost his trail.

Blue looked down at the glass in his hand, finely cut crystal with a finger’s worth of rich brown liquor inside it. He wasn’t familiar enough with alcohol to know exactly what it was, but Dogamy insisted he take it when he’d brought Blue to the office to wait. The smell of it was overpowering and made him want to sneeze. The taste was worse. He took another sip anyway, struggling not to grimace. He was the one who’d insisted on waiting here, after all.

It wasn’t like there was anything else he could do.

The terror of his brother being missing never lessened over the years, certainly not this time. He knew this time it was serious from the start, possibly deadly, and all he could do was wait.

He’d woken alone to the sounds of some kind of argument, if not right outside his door, then certainly too close. In the time it took for him to see Rus was no longer next to him, he was on his feet, snatching whatever clothes he could. He didn’t know if the war had come to them, if they were fighting even now, all he knew was he needed his brother.

In his harried rush, he almost missed the note by the door, written in his Rus’s messy handwriting.

‘Going downstairs to return something, back soon’.

There was no telling when he wrote it, foolish, foolish boy, why couldn’t he listen, for once, if not to Blue then at least to the people trying to keep them safe. Whatever their crimes or their true motivations, Blue couldn’t argue that they weren’t making the effort to protect them here, it was always their own fault when mishaps occurred.

Please let him be safe, please, oh, please.

By the time Blue opened the door, it was quiet. Even the guard in the hallway was gone and that was more ominous than reassuring. He turned, searching and caught a glimpse of Red at the end of the hallway, alone. His grim expression was not a reassurance. There was no time for questions or accusations, no time for anything at all. He’d barely glanced at Blue before he was abruptly gone and Blue could only stare dumbly at the empty space left behind, hardly able to believe it. Red could teleport like Papy could? But how--?

Footsteps came up behind him then, startling him so much Blue actually summoned an attack as he hadn’t done in years, crouching in preparation to dodge. It was only Dogamy, and he held both paw-hands up hastily, showing them to be empty. Blue let his attack fade, refusing to be embarrassed as he straightened. He got the impression Dogamy approved.

It was Dogamy who told him this time that Rus was missing, but Blue already knew, as surely as he knew that this time it wasn’t a little tiff that sent him off, no, it was something else entirely, his worst nightmare come true. Somehow, he’d been taken by the very person they’d come here to escape and Dogamy made no pretense otherwise, only led him to this office and sat him down, pushing a drink into his hands before taking up a post by the door.

Blue could hardly blame them for giving him a babysitter. Last time he’d gone chasing after Rus’s breadcrumbs, Blue only stumbled into a problem of his own. It seemed whenever he and his brother went off alone, they found trouble, innocent babes naively wandering into a dangerous wood where wolves lurked in the shadows.

He stared into his glass, still half-full. He’d forgotten his shoes, rubbed his bare boney feet together in a fruitless effort to warm them.

*Bossman will find him.*

The words startled him from the depths of his melancholy and Blue looked up to their source. He’d never been in the position to appreciate the loyalty of a Dog before. Somehow, he’d earned at least a little of Dogamy’s and despite Red insisting Edge was the one in charge, the Dogs seemed to have their own opinions.

*Bossman will find him,* Dogamy repeated firmly. *Bossman will bring the pup home, keep him safe.*

“You truly believe that, don’t you,” Blue said softly. Nothing but seeing his brother home and unharmed would soothe him, but the words did light a tiny kernel of hope in his soul.

Dogamy’s barely trembling tail wagged briefly but with great enthusiasm before he got it under control. *Yes. Bossman helps plenty, keeps pups safe.*

Blue latched onto that line of thought almost desperately, anything for a distraction. “You have children?”

That tail wagged again, briefly. *Yes. Children. Safe in the schools Bossman helps make. He helps, Bossman helps.* Stoutly said, as if Dogamy was quite used to defending Red. *Your pup will be safe.*

“He’s not really a child,” Blue chuckled tearfully. “Though I feel as if he’s certainly acting like one.”

Dogamy let out a woofy version of a laugh. *Child, like boss. Brave, strong, but not so smart, sometimes.* He rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. *Little brothers not so smart.*

“Agreed.” They fell back into silence, still tense and worried, but perhaps a little calmer for all that.

Time passed slowly, tiktocking along without a care for his slowly growing fears, and Blue was exhausted from waiting, restlessly going from pacing to curling up on the sofa. He was half through his four-hundred and thirty-fourth trip across the room when he saw Dogamy twitch, one hand rising to his earpiece as he cocked his head, listening to something. *Pup is back here. Safe, not hurt.*

“Oh, thank the angel,” Blue cried. “Where is he?”

His eyes shifted from Blue’s uncomfortably and suddenly he knew exactly where his brother was. Where he was and with whom and very likely what they were doing. He slumped back onto the sofa, whispering, “Oh. I see.”

It couldn’t be helped. He’d seen the path his brother was traveling from the moment he saw them kiss in the garden. More likely before that, whatever the story of their first meeting. The attraction was there before Blue could even think to put a stop to it and it was far too late now.

None of that was any fault but his own and he offered Dogamy a weak smile, “Thank you, for letting me know.”

Again, that brief, fierce tail wag. *Take you back to your room?* he offered hopefully.

“No,” Blue said decisively. He squirmed deeper into the cushions and settled his hands in his lap. “I think I’ll stay here for now.”

Dogamy made a soft, whining sound, shifting his feet uncomfortably, but he didn’t protest.

It felt like an eternity but in truth it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before Red came through the door. Barged in, really, opening it with a bang and he halted right in the doorway, briefly startled before scowling at Blue, “what the fuck are you doin’ in here?”

There was no way of knowing exactly what happened out there today. Blue didn’t really expect anyone to tell him the entire truth, not even his brother. He only knew what little Dogamy told him and what his own eye lights could see, and what he saw was Red looked exhausted. Rusty stains obvious even at this distance beneath his eye sockets, lines of strain visible on his face. His tie was unknotted, hanging around his neck like a pair of silken tails, his jacket missing entirely and there, on his collar, was an unmistakable smudge of dust.

No, Blue did not know exactly what happened today, he didn’t need to know. The evidence told him more than enough.

Blue met Red’s irritated gaze evenly. “I wanted to thank you.”

Red snorted and shook his head, breaking that stare himself. “that all? consider it done, now get the hell out. go back to your room ‘n stay put, for once.”

Blue didn’t move. His soul was pounding in his chest, a tickle of sweat running down his spine. Back in that room was nothing, an empty bed, a closet full of clothing chosen by someone else, his brother saved and yet not. There was nothing right now in that room for him.

Still standing in the doorway, Red glanced at Dogamy who was very determinedly not looking at either of them. Blue wondered if he was about to get a forcible escort out. Instead, Red stepped into the room proper, jerking his chin towards the door behind him and ordering, to Dogamy, “out.”

To his credit, or perhaps his detriment, Dogamy hesitated, his eyes flicking briefly to Blue. Loyalty won over concern and he obeyed, closing the door quietly behind him.

The moment the door closed, Red walked behind the desk, his broad back to Blue as he snatched up a cut-glass bottle from the small table in the corner. Liquid gurgled as he poured an unhealthy amount into one of the crystal tumblers. “shouldn’t be here, baby blue, i ain't in no mood to entertain guests.”

“Is my brother safe?” Despite Dogamy’s reassurances, he needed to hear it from a closer source.

“depends.” Red threw back the entire contents of his glass, coughing roughly, then poured another. “he's with my brother. you think he's safe?”

No. "Safer than he was with that horrible person."

He couldn’t say why Red’s face changed at that, briefly tightening before going blank once again. His voice was rougher, perhaps from the alcohol, as he said, "you'll get your bro back tomorrow. you'll get everythin' back, your pretty little shop, your entire pathetic little life. y’can both go back to being nobodies. just keep growing those flowers like we agreed, and you'll do fine."

It was everything he’d wanted, hoped and prayed for, and Blue still didn’t leave.

From his corner, half-hidden behind the oversized desk, Red sighed heavily, pressed two fingers hard into the bridge of his nasal aperture. “’m in a piss-ass mood, kid, should get while the gettin’ is good.”

Blue stayed where he was, didn’t let the tremor that ran through his soul show on his face and Red turned away to pour another drink, slopping what was surely a very expensive whiskey on the table. “your funeral, baby blue.”

“I think the funeral is someone else’s, isn’t it?” Blue said, softly.

Red didn’t answer. He drained the glass, poured another. The level of liquid in the bottle was already visibly lower and when he turned to Blue the sharp red of his eye lights was hazier, diffused.

"You killed him, didn’t you,” Blue said, achingly soft, “The one who was trying to…to hurt us."

"yep,” Red agreed, “use ta share a bed with him, y’know, for years we did.” He shrugged, took another long swallow, “dunno, we grew up together, he was always there. made sense, ‘til it didn't anymore.”

It was strange, really, how Blue wasn’t even upset to know someone died at his expense. Surely, he should be horrified, frightened, and yet all he could manage was a certain numb curiosity. “What was his name?”

Red’s bitter laughter made him flinch. “think ya really need to know? don’t matter now. he was an old flame of mine, literally, that’s good enough for you.” He lifted his glass to the light, studying the contents as they gleamed mellowly in the lamplight. “wasn’t always like this, ya know. he took on a lotta lv a couple years ago in a deal gone bad an’ after that?” Red shook his head. “almost gettin’ edge killed, now, that was the last straw for me. i left him in the soup an’ he was a little cranky ‘bout it.” Red set his glass down with a thunk and leaned over. Beneath the bar was a small refrigerator and from it he took a tray of ice. The crack of him twisting it was loud in the silence, cubes clinking into his glass. “think i want it on the rocks tonight, feels prophetic, don’t it? on the rocks, heh.” Blue said nothing, watched as he drained his glass again, ice cubes rattling against his teeth. Red let out a belch, wiped his mouth on his sleeve. “chatty, ain’t i? just killed one of my oldest fuckin’ friends for you two so yeah, might be a little off my game.”

Off his game? Blue couldn’t say, he only knew one version of it. “He was hurting you, too. Wasn’t he?”

“yep. always did.” Lower, almost inaudible. “always did.”

Red abandoned the glass and picked up the bottle by the neck. He took a stumbling step back and settled into the oversized office chair. It creaked under his weight, spinning halfway in a lazy circle until Red was facing the loveseat Blue was sitting on.

Deliberately, Red ran his tongue along the jagged edges of his teeth, gliding the tip over each point.

"c'mere, baby blue." His tone was slyly inviting, “have a drink.”

Slowly, Blue slid down from the sofa. Slower still he walked closer, his bare feet tapping softly on the hardwood floor. He hesitated just out of arm’s reach, considering, and then with a shaky breath, he took the last step.

Red didn’t reach for him, only held up the bottle in offering and Blue realized it wasn’t whiskey after all, or not only whiskey. The color was similar but the petals floating in the liquid were revealing. Desiccated golden flowers, swirling in a miniature whirlpool within.

He’d been drinking golden flower tea the night before, Blue recalled. "You're drinking up your profits."

"nah. i lied," Red said baldly. "ain't sellin’ it to humans, what a fuckin' waste that’d be.” He shook his head in mocking sadness. “fuckin’ idiot, ya don't even know what ya got here." He leaned in, his breath sweetened with whiskey and flowers, "sweetheart, golden flowers are 'bout the best medicine out there to settle a monster's lv."

"What?" Startled, Blue looked from Red’s face to the bottle and back.

Those eye lights weren’t nearly hazy enough, raking over him. "who taught ya ta grow it, huh? that daddy of yours? bet he had some lv tucked up into his soul that needed a little settlin’."

The mere mention of his father was enough for coldness to settle into his soul.

"I don't know what you’re talking about," Blue said stiffly.

Never had Red’s grin seemed so sharklike. "baby, you don’t seem to get that the biggest merchandise we deal in ‘s information. i know allll about ya an’ your baby bro. lemme tell ya a little somethin’, drop some knowledge on ya. lv, the higher it gets? harder it is to control it. but a bit of the golden flowers helps take things down a few notches." Glittery, crimson eye lights bored into Blue. “useful as fuck, if ya know what it’s good for. got any idea what’s good for you, baby blue?”

Blue ignored that. “Why didn’t you tell me the real reason you wanted the golden flowers? That it helps Monsters with LV.” He certainly would have been more willing to help grow them if he’d known its true purpose was medicinal.

“tellin’ ya now, ain’t i?” That grin shifted to a scowl, “don’t make me better than i fuckin’ am, sweetheart, ’m still selling it.

“Dogamy said you gave him some for free.” He hadn’t, but the smell was also around him. Blue had noticed it, attributed it to him helping in the garden. From the way Red’s scowl deepened, his guess found its target with damning accuracy.

“dogamy has a big fuckin’ mouth. so fuckin’ what, i’m selling some of it to monsters who need it. dogamy gets a freebie ‘cause he works for me, its part of his payroll. ain’t nothing free in this life.”

“I understand that,” Blue said, unable to keep the accusation from his voice, “you can only be so generous. But why didn’t you tell me?”

“cause you didn’t need to know!” Red snapped. “i got people to take care of, they depend on me an’ if ya don't think i'll grub down as far as i can go to do it, you don't know shit! fuck…” Red sighed, tiredly. “everyone’s got secrets, baby blue, even you.”

“I don’t have anything to hide.” The lie of it burned before the words even left him. Nothing to hide…except their finances from his brother, except the truth of his deal with Red, except, except, except.

He did not expect Red to offer another exception. “no? not even the fact that you killed your old man?”

Blue went very still. That was impossible, no one could possibly know that. No one else was there that night, no one would remember the sickly smell of marrow, the way his breath fogged in the cold as he scrambled through the snow to cover the dust, his soul throbbing with a hard unforgiving coal of LV. He’d been alone, no one ever suspected him, why would they? The good son, the one who always did as he was told…except when it came to his brother. Impossible for anyone to know.

Except Red obviously did, he dealt in information, somehow he knew. “How…” Blue whispered brokenly. He sank to the floor, it was hard and unforgiving as that memory beneath him. “Does my brother know?”

Red chuckled roughly, a sharp fingertip grazing over the top of Blue’s skull. “nah, your little bro don’t know. an’ how did i know? baby blue, ya just told me.” He chuckled again. “good guess, is all, where else’s a pretty little thing like you gonna get lv? had to be a reason for it.”

“He was going to hurt my brother.” Blue stared at nothing, not wanting to remember, unable to prevent it. “Always claimed he was useless, always. He nearly cast him out as a baby. I begged to keep him and he let me for a time, laughed about me wanting a baby doll.” He took a shuddering breath. “He always threatened to…to hurt him, when he left his toys out or got in his way and this time, he was so angry.” Blue took a rough, hitching breath, swiped away tears impatiently with his sleeve, but he couldn’t stop his confession from spilling out, “I knew he meant it. He was going to kill him so I…I did it first.”

“sounds to me like the fucker got what he deserved.”

Blue barely heard him. "I saw what he was doing to my brother. He was already killing him from the inside with every word he said. But I shouldn’t have, there should have been something else I could have done.”

“heh. heard that story before.” A sharp fingertip hooked under Blue’s chin, forcing him to meet a startlingly crimson gaze with his own. “ain’t you ever read a real fairy tale? fuckers like that die in ‘em, that’s the real happily ever after.”

"Don't tell him," Blue begged. “I’ll do anything—”

Red’s expression hardened. “shut the fuck up, don’t you go earning another debt. he won’t ever hear it from me, but you better have an excuse for that lv when he asks. ‘cause you know someday he will."

"I could tell him I was attacked one night," Blue said uncertainly.

Red nodded. "that ain’t bad. keep it simple, embellishin’ is how ya get caught in the lie.” His sockets slid half-closed, the tip of his tongue brushing his upper teeth. “so now ya know about the flowers and i know ‘bout you. what’re we gonna do about it, baby blue?"

Blue struggled to his feet and held his head high. "I'm going to hold you to the terms of our agreement. I grow you golden flowers and you pay me. What you do with them after that is no concern of mine."

"always got an answer, don't ya, petal.” That lopsided smile turned up one corner of Red’s mouth, “just make sure ya keep your trap shut about those flowers. didn’t claw us up from the back alleys and streets of the fuckin’ old home to let a pretty face wreck it all."

"You think I'm pretty?" Thoughtlessly said and a faint blush rose in Blue’s cheekbones. He didn’t want to leave yet, there was nothing back in that room for him, right now everything was here.

Something complicated twisted Red’s face, nothing so simple as lust. “this another of your teases? ‘cause i ain’t in no fuckin' mood this time, i—"

Blue leaned over the arm of Red’s chair, rose up on his bare toes and kissed him.

He tasted like whiskey and the sweetened bitterness of golden flowers, the combination not unpleasant, filling his skull with headiness, so much more than simply a flavor. Blue let his teeth part, running his tongue boldly over those jagged fangs. Red had protected him and his brother, kept his promises. It seemed he was quite good at that after all, keeping people safe. Certainly better than his brother was and Blue did not want to think about Edge, about what he was doing right now.

Better to be here with Red, the hot pressure of his mouth a distraction as he reached over to tug Blue into his lap, settled him with his femurs spread wide around his bulk. Neither of them noticed the thud of the bottle hitting the floor, the gurgle of spilling liquor.

Blue was accustomed to being the shortest adult in the room but never had he felt so delicate before. Red was barely taller than him but so much broader. His hands could nearly span Blue’s slender rib cage, the threatening pressure of his sharpened fingertips tantalizing as his tongue worked furiously against Blue’s, gently devouring him.

Blue let Red kiss him for some time, lighting emotions within him that he couldn’t name, before he pulled away. He kept his head down, not meeting his eye lights as he reached for Red’s belt buckle, working it open.

Red slouched back in the chair, watching him with hooded sockets, not helping and not stopping him. “sure ya wanna do that?”

Yes. No. His mind was confused but his soul was certain. “I know what I want,” Blue said stubbornly.

“heh. i ain’t about to tell you no.” Red spread his arms wide in an exaggerated gesture of compliance. “take what you want, baby, it’s all yours.”

Blue bit the tip of his tongue. A careless thing to say and Red didn’t mean anything more than his body.

The belt was difficult, but the zipper was impossible with Blue nearly sitting on top of it. He slithered back down to the floor, toes curling against the chilly boards as he worked the zip down.

What Red’s opened pants revealed was enough to make Blue swallow hard, unnerved. The length of his cock was not astonishing, average really, not that he’d ever say such a thing aloud. It was the girth that daunted him, Red’s privates were shaped much like Red himself, short and stout, so much so that Blue’s small fingers barely met when he grasped the shaft in both hands.

“c’mon, honey,” Red was breathing heavily, watching him with a greedy, avarice gaze. “show me what that pretty mouth c’n do.”

With the taste of that kiss still thick on his tongue, Blue did. He leaned in, parted his teeth and took the length of his cock inside. His jaw ached almost immediately, the discomfort distant as he swallowed around the thickness filling his throat. The taste, heavy with musk and salt, overpowered everything before it. Blue closed his sockets, garbling a moan as he tried to take more, trying to work his tongue against the shaft even as he clumsily gulped around it.

“fuck,” whispered shakily over him. Hands settled on his shoulders, not to guide, only to hold on. Blue ignored it all, stumbling his way into a rhythm, there was nothing but the cock filling him, his own saliva dripping down his chin as he bobbed his head, the shaft riding against the plush cushion of his tongue.

Those grasping hands suddenly fumbled over his skull, scrabbling for purchase. “stop.”

Blue tried to ignore it, only bowing to their persistence. His mandible joint popped as he pulled off with a filthy wet sound and closed his mouth, licking wetness from his teeth as he looked up at Red in confusion.

The sight was gratifying, his eye lights were blown wide, crimson filling the sockets, his breathing ragged. “gonna come if ya keep doing that. that what you want?”

He nearly said yes. It could end right there, with come and shame in his throat, staining him. Instead, Blue lifted his chin in defiance. “No, it isn’t.”

He stood, shimmying his pants down to puddle on the floor. He left his shirt on, unwilling to be the only bare person in the room and also to hide that he was already wet, so much so he could feel the stickiness on his femurs as he crawled back into Red’s lap. The chair wasn’t meant for two, but Blue was small, his femurs settling on either side of Red’s hipbones. His pussy grazed against the head of his cock, both of them hissing at the touch.

“I’m not going to beg you,” Blue warned.

“don’t need ya to, honey,” Red gasped. “jus’ don’t stop.” His grip settled on Blue’s hips, urging. “go on, baby blue. take what ya need.”

Blue took a deep breath and reached between them, gingerly grasping his cock to guide it. The shaft was sticky with saliva, slippery in his shaking hand as he lowered himself on it.

“Oh fuck,” Blue whispered, strained and weak. By touch, he could tell only the head was inside him, barely breaching through soaking lips but already he felt full, whimpering as he sank lower, the shaft beginning to fill him.

“relax, honey,” Red crooned. His hands slid down to cup Blue’s ilium, holding him steady when his strength wavered. “you c’n take it. relax, get it a lil’ deeper, that’s it—" he shuddered, “fuck, you’re so fuckin' tight.”

The stretch was a difficult one, long minutes passing as they panted together, working Red deeper into him. Between them, they managed to coax and bully his cock inside, forcing Blue down until he was sitting on Red’s femurs, their bones clattering together as Blue trembled.

It was so much, too much, he’d so rarely done this, a few trysts here and there, nothing longer than a few hours, certainly not overnight, not with Rus waiting for him at home. His pussy was stretched to its limits, Blue felt as if he swallowed, he would feel it at the back of his throat and yet, it wasn’t pain he felt, not at all. All his nerves were stretched taut on the brink, the anticipation weighing heavy.

Beneath him, Red shifted impatiently and yes, his own body urged him to move and he did.

Blue whimpered as he rose up on his knees, then slid back down. So much, so very much, it was a wonder it even fit. Grinding down, bare bones scraping the insides of his femurs as he moved with growing urgency, pleasure wracking him as he rocked obscenely and Red arched beneath him, groaning and swearing in equal measure.

The sudden laughter was unwelcome, an intrusion, Red’s words less so. “that’s it, baby, you got this. gonna let me come inside ya?” The thought lit an unexpected flame in his soul and all Blue could do was abandon himself to it, riding him harder, driving his cock into him with all the force he could muster. It was too late for anything else, to pretend or lie that it wasn’t exactly what he needed.

“Yes,” Blue gasped out, words tearing free with desperate humiliation, “Inside me, fill me up.”

Red’s eye lights flared like burning hellfire, mouth curling in a vicious snarl and Blue cried out, clinging as he was suddenly lifted.

With unexpected strength, Red staggered forward and boosted him right up onto the desk, grunting as he fucked rawly into him, over and over, somehow managing to push even deeper inside. His weight shoved Blue painfully into the hard wood, his hips rapping into the edge with every thrust and he couldn’t care, couldn’t, he was close, so very close.

Blue couldn’t hold out against it so instead, he gave in. Squeezed his sockets closed, hips writhing as best he could as a broken cry escaped him. He was past embarrassment, past anything but the sweet, generous pleasure bursting all the way up to light in his soul as he quivered and came.

Dimly, through the blanketing haze of his own pleasure, he felt Red shudder and with a long, low groan, Red finished in a hot flood inside him. Blue kept his sockets closed, shivering at the feel of it filling him, wetness overflowing to seep out around the girth of his cock.

Now Red owned every part of him and Blue had given it without even bartering a price.

He was very heavy but Blue didn’t protest, breathing shallowly until Red fumbled his way upright. He grimaced, shifting his hips and pulled out with a lewd sound, thick wetness following, a torrent trailing down Blue’s femurs. Red staggered back to the chair and nearly fell into it, still panting, sweat running down his skull, his pants gaping open to expose his softening cock. After a moment he shifted, zipping his trousers before reaching for his drink. He held the glass to his forehead, the crystal clinking softly against his skull.

Blue shifted to sit on the desk properly, aching between his legs and wishing for a towel of some sort. He could feel more come seeping out of him, hoped he wasn’t sitting on anything important. The silence was overwhelming, begging for words to fill it and Blue couldn’t think of a single one. There was an empty, bereft feeling aching inside him that had nothing to do with sex.

It was Red who found his voice first. “okay, get out.”

Unexpected, loud in the silence of the room. Blue blinked at Red, bewildered. “What?”

“get. out.” The words fell between them, cold as the chips of ice floating in his drink. “dogs’ll take you back to your room.”

“But—"

“get the fuck out of here before i change my fuckin’ mind!” Red slammed the glass down on the table, glittery shards of glass and whiskey flying. His snarled words cracked in the middle, and Blue didn’t wait for him to say anything else.

He hopped down from the desk, his bare feet sliding on the hardwood, snatched his pants up from the floor and ran.

tbc

#cherryberry #spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #underfell sans #underswap sans #mafia au

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banished-to-ebott · 2 years ago

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{Mafia} Introduction to characters

Currently just the skeleton brothers because I simp

MafiaTale Sans; Consigliere/Con MafiaTale Paps;

MafiaFell Sans; Admin MafiaFell Paps; Capo

MafiaSwap Sans; Tax MafiaSwap Paps; Runner

MafiaSwapFell Gold Sans; Cugine MafiaSwapFell Gold Paps; Earner

HorrorMafia Sans; Enforcer HorrorMafia Paps; Shylock

I did actually look into why I wanted to name these character these. I like the names.

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 28 days ago

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How good or bad are the skellies eyesight? From the strongest eyesight to the weakest.

Mafiatale Papyrus - He can see the wing flaps of a butterfly. That's how good his eyesight is. He has the eyesight of a bird of prey, both in day time and night time. Creeper was recruited by the mafia as a kid for this special ability, and before his brother.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Despite the ugly scars on his face, Wine has an excellent vision and knows how to use it. His eyesight actually works like a cat, absorbing light to see better. He also has night vision. It's really, really hard to take that guy by surprise. Added to that, he has excellent hearing and smell.

Farmtale Sans - He has a terrifying good vision, both in daylight and nighttime. He can see if a fox is messing in his farm from the other side of the farm and no intruders have a chance to go unnoticed with him on the watch. Added to that, in the night, his eyes glow bright white and it's creepy as hell. No one wants to meet him in the middle of the night.

Horrorswap Sans - The famine didn't deteriorate his eyesight, quite the opposite actually. His vision is sharp, it's the vision of a predator. He can see threats coming from far away and his eyes can see all the hints leading to someone hiding from him.

Underswap Sans - He has excellent eyesight and never had any problem with it. He needs to have it with his job as a police officer. It's difficult to escape him and he's super good at finding clues.

Underfell Sans - He has good eyesight, not really had the choice to develop his skills if he wanted to survive. He's really good at noticing details when a threat is coming.

Horrorfell Sans - His vision stayed the same as his younger self, maybe a little less powerful due to his aging, but that's all.

Dancetale Sans - He has a really good eyesight but doesn't do much of it. It definitely helps him to understand how to do some dance moves faster though.

Undertale Sans - His right eye is not good, but he compensates with an extremely precise vision from the left eye. Sometimes, people under his care think he can see behind his head because Sans knows whatever they do.

Outertale Papyrus - He's average. He doesn't have any problems and his vision never moved much.

Dancefell Papyrus - He's average as well. His sight is nor good or bad, it's normal. That's a shame though, he would have loved to have laser eyes like Mettaton.

Ink - He's average. He just has the attention span of a goldfish and so it doesn't matter how good he can see actually. Because he won't see a bull charging at him even one meter away from him. It happened. Twice.

Undertale Papyrus - He's average. He had some troubles growing up with his eyesight, but everything is fine now. He can sometimes act like he doesn't see much, but that's all for fun.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's average. He had little problems growing up but he also had a big brother with a lot of money to fix everything as soon as the problems got noticed. He's fine now.

Outertale Sans - He can see from very far away, to the point it's a bit scary. But he sees quite bad things at 2 inches of his face. That's fine though, in space, when you notice threats last second it's usually too late.

Underswap Papyrus - He has a slight myopia and has to wear glasses. He's just not good at remembering to wear it, as glasses are hard to wear for skeletons and he hates it.

Dancetale Papyrus - He is a bit astigmatic, but that's barely noticeable. He's reading with glasses, but other than that, he manages quite fine.

Farmtale Papyrus - He is astigmatic and wears glasses most of the time. His vision is stable for a few years though, which is good news. He hopes it will get better with time.

Dancefell Sans - He has had myopia since he was a kid and wears glasses most of the time. It never got better and actually, that keeps getting worse as he gets older. But he's used to it by now and kinda jokes about it, betting how many points he lost every time he goes to check his vision with the doctor.

Swapfell Papyrus - He has quite important myopia as well, but he refuses to wear glasses because that's boring and he doesn't like having something on his face. He is used to it though, so he doesn't care. If fate wants him to see shit, he will see shit.

Mafiafell Sans - He has terrible eyesight because of his untreated myopia. He refuses to see a doctor about this and gets angry when people ask him if he's blind or something. He has an extremely developed sense of smell though, as strong as his dogs.

Disbelief Papyrus - Delta took a knife in the left eye in his last fight with the kid. He's partially blind from this eye and is struggling to adapt. He can still see on the sides, but he has a black spot in the middle of his vision. The other eye is average.

Swapfell Sans - He's blind in one eye, but that's actually from his years as a baby bones. He had plenty of time to adapt and for him, he always had only one eye. It's not really a disability anymore, as Nox learned to protect his blind side. He is very observant and compensates with extreme adaptability of his other senses.

Mafiafell Papyrus - He's blind in one eye after he got shot in the face, but he compensates with an incredible eyesight from the second one, to the point it's hard to tell he can't see from both eyes. Torpedo shows no weakness.

Underfell Papyrus - He's blind in one eye and the other is not so good either. That's one of Edge's rare weaknesses. He compensated enough with an excellent sense of smell however for this to not get noticed by anyone, not even his brother.

Mafiatale Sans - He's blind in one eye, and the other is not doing good. Some human threw acid at his face once and it damaged both his eyes. It's a shame since he had a really good eyesight before and he's still so frustrated about it.

Horrorfell Papyrus - He's still blind in one eye, and with the famine, it got worse. His eyesight is quite bad, but he manages. He had to fight a lot during the famine years, and several humans and monsters managed to hit him in the head. His scars are way worse than what they used to be. But he still acts like it doesn't matter. No one needs to know he can't see good.

Horrorswap Papyrus - Added to his myopia, he lived in the dark for fourteen years. He was not ready to see the Surface, physically I mean. He damaged his eye sockets when he reached the Surface because he didn't know he needed some adjustment. His eye sockets are now extremely sensitive to sunlight and even if it's getting better, he still can't stand very bright light. He often wears sunglasses and has horrible headaches when he stays outside for too long.

Horrortale Papyrus - He fought with Undyne several times Underground and one of those fights left him with severe head trauma that he didn't fully recover from. His loss of eyesight is a consequence of that, but also the struggle to keep his balance, which kinda worsens his back problems. Willow can't see very well, but he has glasses on the surface that are helping with the problem.

Error - He's technically blind in both eyes. He sees the world only by its code, so he can still see, but all in black, red, and numbers. It's tiring him a lot and that's why he spends so much time in the antivoid. There's nothing that can overwhelm his vision there.

Horrortale Sans - He's blind in both eyes, thanks to Undyne. He can only see thanks to Toriel's ingeniosity and quick thinking when she saved his life Underground. His only eye is fake, it's just a ball of energy Toriel managed to make self-sustaining and linked to his own soul. His vision is based on magic and soul flux. He can see most living beings, including vegetables, but will struggle with everything else. He adapted with excellent hearing, touch, and sense of smell though and it's actually difficult to tell he can't really see. It's also one of the reasons he gets disoriented that often.

Killer Sans - He's completely blind, from both eyes. He uses his other senses to adapt to his world, to the point it's hard to notice he can't see. He made sure of it. He uses soul localization and magic to make his way through the world.

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derangedanomaly · 7 months ago

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UNDERTALE MASTERLIST 3

Started: 4/16/2024

Updated: 6/4/2024

Undertale masterlist 1

Undertale masterlist 2

THE BAD GUYS:

Characters: Nightmare, Killer/Blade, Dust/Ace, Horror/Ted

Reader with wings

Angel reader

Skeleton Bunny reader

Extra short reader

Meeting Nightmares ex

Mafia guys getting a wife after crashing a rivals wedding

Reader with no self preservation

Princess reader

Their reactions to POLY relationship (+Chaos)

Comforting a crying child (+Chaos)

(+Chaos) squishing their cheeks

(+Chaos) lurking in their walls

(+Chaos) taking the boys belonging

(+Chaos) reaction to reader disappearing after an argument

(+Chaos) reader with a period

(+Chaos) reader with bad self-esteem

THE STAR SANSES:

Characters: Dream, Ink, Swap, Berry

Skeleton bunny reader

Meeting Nightmares ex

THE ORIGINAL TRIO:

Characters: Classic, Swap, Fell

[Not anything yet]

THE DOOMSDAY TRIO:

Characters: Reaper, Error, Ink

Male wife s/o

THE COOL TRIO:

Characters: Epic, Fresh, Cross

[Not anything yet]

THE NERD TRIO:

Characters: Sci, Berry, Dust

[Not anything yet]

OTHERS:

CHAOS SANS X READER

CHAOS X READER | CRUSHING ON HIM

CHAOS PICKING THE READER UP WITH HIS TENTACLES

SEPERATE:

CLASSIC (Undertale)

SWAP (Underswap)

FELL (Underfell)

NIGHTMARE (Dreamtale)

DREAM (Dreamtale)

INK (Inktale)

BERRY (Swapfell)

HORROR (Horrortale)

DUST (Dusttale)

KILLER (Something else)

ERROR (Errortale)

CROSS (X-tale)

EPIC (Epictale)

SCI (Sciencetale)

FRESH (Freshtale)

REAPER (Reapertale)

A/N: I actually put some effort into this masterlist. I think you've also noticed that I've put the Sanses into groups. I did that cause I don't want to write the post in there 1 million times. I also took out the Papyruses, because I realized that I can't really write them yet... Maybe I'll make some changes to that in the future, but for now, I'll stick with the Sanses.

But If I do decided to write for Papyruses, then I'll add it to "others".

#undertale #undertale fandom #masterlist #undertale masterlist #sans x reader #x reader

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smolbrainhours · 1 month ago

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I mean in this in the most lighthearted way possible and no hate on anyone who likes it, but Welcome Home wally darling was basically turned into sans undertale by some of the community with how they focus on him for aus. Ex. Sans has aus like mafia, underfell, underswap ect. And wally has the butcher au, reboot, priest (?) and others and i think that's funny

#welcome home #wally darling #undertale #sans undertale #/nm/lh for all of this it's just silly to me that wally got sans undertaled

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under-myown-tale · 10 months ago

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I felt I had to make a breakdown of all the AUs and my inner commentary with them because I need to keep track somehow

Undertale: OG, classic universe, if it ain't broke don't fix it

Underswap: the ol' switcheroo, taking this version of paps to the bone zone, overall cute au

Underfell: so much edge, did everyone here just inhale a Hot Topic with a side order of Linkin Park 'cause jeez, you guys need to chill

SwapFell: ah crap, now the cute one has been infested with the edge too, it was only a matter of time, it's just a phase they'll grow out of it

Mafia: pfft, what's not to love?, live for the aesthetic, take me to the speakeasy where I can jive with some suited skeletons

Horror: I'd say it's cannabilism but technically nooo...?, everyone is fucked, as for sans? oh yeah, I'd still tap that (apparently I'm not the only one either)

Anomaly: character ai except h e k n o w s

Ink: Bob Ross ain't got nothing on Sans in this one

Dust: fairy dust?, star dust?, nope, they're... ah, they're not okay...

Error: 01001000, 01100101, 01101100, 01110000

Dream/Nightmare: Mr Sans man bring me a dream~ BA DUM BUH BUM, NOPE NOPE DEATH S A V E M E

I might have missed a few but there were, like, four aus when I was deep in the undertale sauce back in the day. I am but a stranger to these lands now

Nah, in all seriousness I love all of these and the creativity behind them. You guys keep up the good work and I shall continue to indulge like the starved gremlin I am

Man this was dumb

#sans #undertale #papyrus #sans undertale #underswap #underfell #swapfell #edgy #mafiatale #horrortale #anomaly #inktale #dusttale #errortale #dreamtale #dream sans #nightmaretale #nightmare sans #dreamtale nightmare

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sol-st1ce · 4 months ago

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I would love to know everything about this au

for now I want to know if you’ll allow fanarts.. if you do.. do you have refs? (Give me your favorite character.)

cough cough.

as a gift for making such a scrumptious meal of an AU

HEHAUAHHAA HI 🥹🥹

1) I’D LOVE TO SAY EVERYTHING buuutttt the evils won’t let me (I wanna have a reason to make future animations/animatics to get better) BUT. HT BYT I’ll tell you some not spoilery stuff + share some old lore art I made of it a few years back!!

Also yes ID LOVE ID LOVE ID LOVE FANART I don’t have any super current coloured references of any of the chars (except Epiales) so here’s a scuffed one of Nox 😔 he’s my favourite freak of them all

EternalNight!Verse is directly after the events of Underverse 0.6, with the diverging event being the deal between Epiales(Nightmare) and another third party I won’t disclose that ended up WRECKING the multiverse in an event called The Darkening where the sun was pretty much blipped out of EVERY universe. This caused some collateral damage where many AUs/Timelines bugged the fuck out and/or were straight up erased/mysteriously got repurposed for another thing.

So Epiales pretty much reigns supreme HOWEVER there are a few people that officially rule over their own little sections of the multiverse!! These areas can vary in aesthetics greatly and aren’t super limited. Theres no official names I’ve thought of for these sections but I just organise them by the people who rule them; the Ambassadors.

They meet up one every other full moon to discuss things regarding the multiverse.

There’s the man himself, Imperial Epiales, who represents the Empire. The Empire is the main military power, and is the most populated of the sectors. They also are in the most control of the other sections by proxy, mostly for the military reason and for the fact no one wants to fuck with the man who destroyed the sun. Sometimes, especially when Nox was younger he’d be brought to spectate the ambassador meetings >> The Empire generally pulls from Greek/Roman aspects in its architecture, culture, and fashion. The AUs within the Empire are anything that the other sectors don’t claim (I.E; Something New, Horrortale, Dust!Tale, etc) with an exception or two like Swapfell for personal reasons.

There’s (Core) Frisk who is the main ambassador for the Omega Timeline, but because they’re blind and also A CHILD they are also assisted by two others in organising the Omega Timeline. These two being; (a) Science!Sans & X!Alphys

The Omega Timeline mostly consists of people who have lost their AUs and are refugees, or are rebelling against the Empire so there’s no set theme for it.

Then there’s the Fell District which is supposed to be co-managed by both Fell!Papyrus and Fell!Undyne but more often than not, Fell!Sans has to substitute for her in the ambassador meetings. The Fell District is the main economic power, consisting of most if not all Fell/Fell-Adjacent AUs. 70-80’s New York is the main aesthetic drawn from the Fell District, mostly mirroring mafia-esque activities and attire. It’s the only district with actual working electricity, and the brightest you’ll come across. But also horrible to get into without getting popped with a few shells first if you don’t know anyone.

There’s the Swap District, which is led by Queen Toriel (from Underswap!!) It is the main provider of produce throughout the multiverse. Having been the first ones to figure out how to cultivate plants in the harsh environment, and also being gifted electricity by the Fell District (although it’s heavily privatised) for extra food for cheaper prices. AUs that reside in this sector are; Underswap Storyshift, Storyspin, and any AU relating to a shift in cast and what not. Some exceptions apply, such as Farmtale. The main aesthetic it draws from is Post-Apocalyptic Brutalist, probably being the most lively sector of the five.

And then there’s X!Tale.

No one knows what they’re doing in there, but they’ve heard it’s grown quite a bit since The Darkening came around. No one questions it, X!Gaster himself hardly comes to the meetings, in fact, he’s only been talking to Epiales since this nightmare began.

OO YEAH HEHEH 😈 there IS still a day-night cycle it’s just that when it’s day time that’s when most people sleep because it’s both the darkest and coldest part of night. Esp in places like the Empire & Swap District

I like to think instead of saying things like “Good Morning” ppl say stuff like “Early Evening” and “Merry Midnight”

Holidays like Christmas/Hanukkah and Halloween are called “Winter Solstice” and “Hallows Eve” respectively, and their traditions vary from district to district but retain most of the same attributes.

I THINK there was an event called the Lunar Eclipse Festival where the moon was eclipsed a week of the year in place of the Summer Solstice, and there would be a whole festival with moon-themed shops and stuff … it’d mostly be hosted & celebrated in the Empire ofc but still

OO YEAH THERE’S ALSO THE WCP aka the Wayward Child Program. This was enacted on the third ambassador meeting to relocate any children who may have lost their home into a healthy and nurturing environment. UNFORTUNATELY it was the Empire that would be the supervisors of the WCP so it was not a nurturing or healthy environment. The kids were often made to shadow supervisors (usually Mors & X!Frisk) on their missions and even participate in them. Most of the ones that made it to adulthood were assimilated into the Empire’s military or relocated. Nox is actually from the WCP!!

Some misc stuff too; Crash (Error) is under house arrest for fucking up the multiverse too and has to supervise Graphite (Ink) as well 💀 (Core) Frisk visits them though to tell them things that are going on in the outside world and ask for advice much to the dismay of ANYONE ELSE

Morpheus (Dream) has NO ARMS, lost an eye, and is forced to pretty much torture his friends and anyone unlucky enough to be put in Epiales’ collection room (THE FUCKING DUNGEONS) w/ his positive energy it’s bad 😞 also everyone thinks he, Swap Sans, and anyone else from their rebellion are dead because of the CRAZY PROPAGANDA + no way 🙅 Epiales would let that slide (he had other ideas)

Thanatos (Reaper) and Life are a thing, and even had a child on the way!!

UNTIL EPIALES FUCKED IT UP BECAUSE EHE GOT JEALOUS OF THANATOS AND KILLED LIFE so people can’t respawn anymore save for.. special means…

Oh and Thanatos has it out for anyone Epiales cares about whether or not they did anything wrong 💀 he just fucking hates Epiales like that

There have been ~50 iterations of Plutus, 32 of Avernus, 3 of Mors (not including the OG) and 1 of Nox (current)

The stuff I’ve shown of EN!Verse isn’t actually present day, it’s the past !! Woah!! 😦 so that’s why some characters pop up when they aren’t supposed to/have different designs

Cross has been doing fuck all and is one of the few people who escaped the massive siege on Morpheus’ rebellion

The Bad Time Trio are in the same boat but they’re being actively pursued cus Epiales needs the three OGs to complete his set 😍

OLD ART BELOW!!!

#art #undertale #undertale art #undertale au #nightmare sans #killer sans #horror sans #dream sans #error sans #ink sans #fanart #oc art #utmv #answered asks #oc info #theres something wrong with me #please help??

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ask-codeearasure · 2 months ago

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The Outer Realms -- Chapter 10

Written by: Ouija Board Demon the Depressed Juggalette and SarcosticSarcomere

The creators have just left en masse, leaving Ink in a pit of tension and apprehension. The multiverse is due for a change, but the answer as to what lies beyond familiarity and old bonds.

Out with the old, in with the new.

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Meeting your neighbors is never easy...

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Wish to refill Ink’s Paint supply? Go to our ask box!

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aylish91 · 2 years ago

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Mafia Aus Master List

NagaMob/NagaMafiatale

Den of Snakes: undertale & underfell

Den of Snakes Comic page

Cat and Mouse: swapfell/fellswap...?

Realizations: underfell

Caged Bird: underswap

ART: Swap Sans and Swapfell Sans

Mafia Nightmare

When Challengers Fall

More to come...

Grand Master List

#Mafiatale #nagamob #nagamafia #nagatale #lamiatale #mobtale #undertale #undertale au #sans #papyrus #undertale x reader #x reader #bad sans gang #bad sanses #multiple aus #my writing #nightmare sans

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ratsoh-writes · 1 year ago

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Ages updated!!!!

I’m gonna do my best to include all important characters, including some “side characters” that appear often enough! So let’s begin!

Undertale: Sans: 65, papyrus: 49, Undyne: 47, alphys: 54,Toriel: 934, Asgore: 933, Grillby: 522, Mettaton: 22

Underswap: Star: 60, honey: 44, Twister: 44, Winter: 1013, Napstablook: 23

Underfell: Red: 66, edge: 43, storm: 44, King: 998, felltron: 21

Swapfell Mal: 60, cash: 51

Horrortale Oak: 75, willow: 59, Miss: 944

Horrorswap Lilac: 70, Basil: 54

Horrorfell Rust: 76, Noir: 53

Underlust Charm: 66, sugar: 52, Amor: 367, winnie: 10

Lustswap Sparks: 59, Salt: 50

Lustfell Lush: 63, Pepper: 51, Jezebel: 212, Marcelo goldenfoot: 455

Lustswapfell Sir: 68, weasel: 52, snow: 61

Lustred Flambe: 55, Pesto: 54

Lustgold Butler: 68, gold: 49

Outertale Pluto: 67, Jupiter: 49, titan: 598

Outerfell Orion: 60, atlas: 52

Outerswap Helios: 44, Artemis 36

Fellswap Lord: 60, mutt: 53

Fellswap gold Wine: 64, coffee: 50, Empress: 1033

Farmtale Peaches: 51, rancher: 46, Rosemary: 550, Yosemite: 501

Farmswap Cider: 50, Barley: 42, Carmen: 85, whisky: 520

Farmfell Ram: 49, pitch: 40, russet: 478, pooch: 489

Horrorfarm Moose: 64, maple: 53

Mafias Butch: 60, snipe: 58, ace: 53, boss: 50, slim: 48, bruiser: 45, tempest: 64, Don: 645, Madame: 647, Mr corgi (aka Charles): 67

Birdtale Quill: 59, crow: 51

Birdswap Mango: 62, papaya: 36, canary: 278

Birdfell Roost: 53, harpy: 42, Lewis: 90

Draketale Alden: 68, Ollivander: 60

Drakefell Barin: 71, Arwin: 59

Drakeswap Hilda: 66, saga: 63

Seatale Fisher: 60, Jasper 25

Seaswap Finn: 59, sails: 27

Seafell Hook: 58, captain: 30

Gastertale G: 80, green: 79

Dancetale Pop: 52, rhythm: 45, salsa: 678

Theatretale Tempo: 50, vibrato: 29

Fallouttale Lens: 69, cricket, 49, piranha: 65

Templetale Zen: 67, shield: 35

Nomadtale Gears: 49, compass: 42, copper: 645, lilo: 21, weave: 126, wisteria: 157, linden: 158

Here’s a quick rundown of a monsters lifespan:

A common monster has a life expectancy of 700 years give or take. The oldest monster in record (that wasn’t a royal) was a Drake monster who lived 732 years.

They are considered infants/babies up until the age of two. Toddlerhood is from 2-6

Children are from the ages of 7-13. Most monsters start public school at ages 7-8

Teenagers are from 14-19. Monsters mature at a slower rate than humans, and so while the body may look grown in the later teen years, they have yet to develop sexual maturity until around 20.

Once 20 they are considered adults, but some subspecies can continue growing up till 30

After puberty in the early 19-22 range, a monster is considered a young adult from 25-190. You can compare those ages to a human in their early to mid 20s physically

Middle Ages range from 200s- 400s roughly

500s are considered older and retirement age, 600s are elderly. Anything past 680 is fragile

The lifespan goes down with halfbreed monsters ( “full” monster parent and “full” human parent) where they live around 600-650 years

The lifespan takes a bigger drop for mages who have an expectancy of 250 years. Witches (humans who have trained to use magic) are known to live up to their 130s if they aren’t soulbonded to a monster partner.

Monsters and half breeds born with the disease called dimming rarely live past their 400s

An exception to the monster lifespan are the “royals”. They take a ritual after being voted into office that binds them to their country, making it so that any decisions they make for the country has to be for its and the peoples benefit (as far as they believe), making them a servant to ebott for the rest of their lives, but extending their life and health in return. The ritual can be broken for the royals who wish to retire and die in peace. The oldest recorded ruler was rumored to be around three thousand

And now the crash!!

For those who don’t know what that is, it’s when all the AUs merged (and my excuse for why all these guys are in the same place lol).

The crash started 17 years ago, and ended within 9 months. Since then no other mystery groups of monsters have been discovered.

Here’s a brief timeline of ebott from crash until now

First day: the land mass that holds ebott appears

Day 2: undertale, underswap, gastertale,, dancetale, theatretale, templetale, all the “farm” AUs, “lust” AUs and the “outer” AUs

Month one: the bird AUs fall from the sky, the nomads stumble out of the forest and the sea AUs mysteriously arrive on ship to shore

Month two, after two months, most of the fell aus (underfell, swapfell, fellswap gold) appear

Month three, the factory (mafias) monsters appear along with the “ghost city” now inhabited and known as ebott city, the capitol. A few weeks later, the fallout monsters appear and ebotts first official hospitals are created

Month four, the royals are finally brought together after threats of inner fighting, and Asgore is voted in as the king

Things settle for four more months, and the new land is explored, vary basic laws are out into place, and things start getting divided into districts.

Month five: Ebott makes contact with several other countries and is introduced to the worlds currency system. Ebotts gold, silver, copper coins is recognized as a currency by the rest of the world

Month seven, the first and only orphanage is founded for any unclaimed children.

On month nine of the crash, the monsters finally access the underground, and to their horror, they find three separate chambers housing the starving horror AUs who had no idea everything that was going on above.

Month ten, land is sold and divided, and ebott begins creating large scale farms

May 20, 2007, ebott celebrates their first official year as a country. The capitol city is named new ebott (cause Asgore sucks at naming things and frankly the rest of the royals aren’t much better)

May 30th, the royal guard is finally re-organized

December 2007, ebotts first countrywide gyftmas celebration, also an official design for the flag and coins are voted on and implemented

February 2008, the first official jail is built and used in ebott lol

July 2008, ebott is finally let into the rest of the worlds internet, and electricity reaches more areas besides just ebott city

August 2008, ebotts children and teens discover tik tok, and it is unanimously decided by every one that a standard public school has to be created

Late august 2008, the first public school is finished in city center

September 2008, the number of school sites number around 300, and counting

January 2009, ebott state college is built and open

April 2009, the ebott scouts is formed, and children hoping to join the guard in the future are able to sign up.

March 2010, ebott is opened by presiding countries for international students and charity programs

November 2010, the following of lady magic opens the temple to the public, and takes over the maintenance of what used to be known as the horrors underground. A grotto is transformed into a place of remembrance for those left behind before the crash

May 2011, the core from the stable underground is moved to the surface and duplicated into several other power factories. All of inhabited ebott is at least within an hour of power

May 2012, the stable underground is open to the public as a tourist attraction. Ebotts is opened by presiding countries to tourism

February 2013, because of public pressure from mainly farm, bird, lusts and the temple monsters, human-monster marriages are now recognized under the state as valid

July 2013 A farm monster discovers how to successfully cultivate magic crops from the underground, aboveground. He shares the secret for free, and other farm monsters take initiative to start sharing their own crop secrets. He is awarded the title of prince.

January 2014 Due to complaints about side effects from human foods, money is poured into research about safer ways to process and preserve foods in ebott.

April 2014, mellowmart becomes the largest company in ebott, finally beating out Walmart in scale.

December 2016, ebott petitions to be recognized as a free independent country to the United Nations. Ebott is turned down

December 2017, ebott petitions again to be recognized as an independent nation

February 2017 Immigration into ebott is closed, and monsters begin boycotting imported human goods. The ebott navy is built.

July 2017, ebott is declared an independent nation

March 2018, the royals declare ebott self sufficient in feeding the country when the amount of food related exports finally exceeds the imports for the first time

July 2018, ebott celebrates its first freedom festival

October 2018, the first college dedicated to the arts is opened in the captitol

July 2019, magical spars are declared the national sport after a grueling battle between spar fans and pickleball fans

November 2019, the first echo festival is celebrated in Goldenvalley

February 2020, humans not born in ebott are finally allowed to apply for citizenship, and the process for that is created.

April 2020 the goldenflower festival is organized for the first time

September 2020, several big brands like coco cola, Hersheys and nestle are banned in ebott when complaints of health issues becomes too much

March 2021, Wendy’s becomes the first company to create a monster-safe fast food outside of ebott, and after months of testing, is given permission to sell. Many other food companies follow and begin making separate recipes for their monster customers

May 2022, snails are declared the national animal of ebott, and popular snail breeds are recognized and the society of the domesticated snail is created for shows and licenses

November 2022, a different country tries to declare war on ebott on the grounds of them “stealing” their young working force (immigrant workers). Ebott threatens to close borders to tourists, those coming for medical care, and all outside companies selling in their lands. The untied nations slaps down the country declaring war.

February 2023, a new branch of the royal guard, called the NPTRF (national people’s trafficking relief foundation) or more commonly called the reverse kidnappers by ebotts supportive teens, is founded to combat the rapidly rising issue of monsters and humans being trafficked and dragged outside the country

#worldbuilding #I may add more to the timeline in the future #depends on if anyone suggests some necessary events

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