#alphys x grillby

[scaredofstyrofoam]

Greaser!tale isn't really my concept but the person who made it aka the wonderful Radsee never fully fleshed it out save for Sans ofc. And we love Greaser it's just that I wanted to see how the rest of his AU (if he had one, I view him more as an Outcode at this rate) would look like. So here's some silly doodles of what a Greaser!tale could look like:

Greaser by @radsee and Chili Powder by @loverofpiggies

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Kiss - Pass | @parniathedevil

Pass - Kiss | @au-mashup-party

Kiss - Kiss | @skydreamplayzz

Kiss - Kiss | @silvashapeshifter (submitted by @unknowntalesbymiles)

Pass - Pass | @liliallowed

Pass - Kiss | @ask-dcf

Kiss - Kiss | @mumder

Kiss - Pass | @axmoth

Pass - X | @the-excellent-papyru

Kiss - Pass | @yanair25

30 images limit. I'll add the others in a reblog 💦

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Undertale

Sample Size: 16,819 stories

Source: AO3

Note: This chart excludes OCs, x Reader, and selfcest.

[joyousgeekeryart]

In which my friend gets isekai’d straight into the combination Sans x Her x Grillby fairytale she deserves.

(So like… guess who only just watched a play through of Undertale…? Even though it’s been out for almost a decade? hm yeah that’s on me. Turns out that shit’s kinda rad. but also drawing,,,, skeltonmnn….,. difficult. The gooby Sanses at the bottom were my first time drawing him.)

[quichein-me-softly]

Hi it's me again!! I was wondering since it's like the holidays if you could write sans x reader during new years eve and they spend time with each other during a new years eve party?? Also I loved the new chapter of mixed signals!! Happy holidays 🔥🔥

welcome back, i missed ya! and of course, i love writing these little drabbles you come up with :]

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!

new years eve w/ sans

The chilly bite of December had long settled over the Surface, turning the world into a wonderland of frosted windows and snow-dusted garlands. New Year’s Eve was upon you, and while several invitations came your way, only one caught your attention—a handwritten note from Papyrus in his unmistakably bold and eager handwriting:

"YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED TO A SPECTACULAR NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY HOSTED BY THE GREAT PAPYRUS AND HIS TRUSTY SIDEKICK, SANS! WE WILL HAVE SNACKS, SPARKLING JUICE, AND FIREWORKS!

PLEASE COME.

—THE GREAT PAPYRUS"

The note, penned with such exuberance, made you smile; you could practically hear Papyrus’ voice behind the words. No party on the Surface could ever match his boundless energy. And while you knew it would be fun, you couldn’t deny that the promise of Sans being there added its own quiet appeal.

By the time you arrived, the New Year's Eve party was already in full swing. The venue—a cozy hall borrowed from one of your mutual friends—was decked out in shimmering gold and silver streamers cascading like waterfalls from the ceiling. Twinkling fairy lights framed the walls, casting the room in a soft, dream-like glow, while the faint scent of freshly baked pastries and cinnamon lingered in the air.

Music played softly in the background, blending with bursts of laughter and the occasional clink of glasses to create a warm, inviting atmosphere. Your smile grew as your eyes flickered to a hand-painted banner strung proudly above the refreshment table. "WELCOME TO THE FUTURE!"

Papyrus was the first to spot you. “AH-HA! YOU HAVE ARRIVED!” he proclaimed, sweeping across the room as his scarf billowed dramatically behind him—despite the lack of wind.

He stopped directly in front of you, planting his gloved hands on your shoulders as though delivering life-changing news. “THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS HONORED BY YOUR PRESENCE. HAVE YOU SEEN THE SNACK TABLE? I HAVE OUTDONE MYSELF!”

“Of course you did,” you replied, unable to hold back a grin. “I’d expect nothing less from you, Pap.”

Beaming with pride, Papyrus threw out an arm in a grand flourish, directing your attention to the refreshment table. “BEHOLD! A FEAST FIT FOR NEW YEAR ROYALTY!”

The snack table was indeed a marvel, piled high with an assortment of hors d'oeuvres, sandwiches cut into star shapes, and Papyrus’ crowning achievement—a pyramid of cookies, each meticulously frosted with gold and silver designs.

Nearby, Toriel and Asgore stood locked in what seemed to be a polite but slightly strained conversation.

“It’s… nice to see you here, Toriel,” Asgore said, his voice low and uncertain. “You look well.”

Toriel’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, but her response was calm and measured. “Yes, well, I have Frisk to thank for convincing me to attend.” Her tone was polite but firm, the unspoken history between them hanging in the air like a ghost neither was willing to confront.

Frisk, standing a few steps away with a sparkler in hand, glanced between the two. Sensing the tension, they smiled softly and nudged Toriel, lifting their sparkler like a peace offering. Golden sparks flickered in the dim light, playful and warm, as if trying to bridge the quiet divide.

The simple gesture worked. Toriel’s expression softened, and she rested a hand on Frisk’s head. Her voice was warmer as she murmured, “Thank you, my child.” The earlier tightness in her smile eased, replaced by genuine fondness.

Satisfied with their work, Frisk turned and wandered off, twirling their sparkler through the air.

Across the room, Undyne’s voice boomed as she dove into the climax of an undoubtedly dramatic retelling. “AND THEN I GRABBED THE SPEAR LIKE THIS!” She struck a pose, swinging a sparkler in wide arcs, nearly dislodging a gold streamer in her enthusiasm.

“C-Careful, babe!” Alphys stammered, instinctively ducking as the streamer swayed dangerously close to her head. Despite her flustered tone, her eyes sparkled with admiration, the corners of her mouth twitching upward in a fond smile as she watched Undyne continue her tale.

Undyne continued unabated, charged ahead, her sparklers now props in a vivid reenactment of an epic battle. “AND THE WHOLE CROWD WAS CHEERING—WELL, THEY WOULD’VE BEEN IF ANYONE HAD SEEN IT!” She hurled an imaginary spear with such force that the gold streamer swayed again, prompting Alphys to dart forward and frantically steady it with her hands.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as Alphys tried to wrangle the situation, gently tugging at Undyne’s arm. “Uh, honey, m-maybe let’s, um… not destroy the decorations?”

Undyne froze mid-swing, her grin faltering for just a moment before it returned, wide and unapologetic. “Right, right. No casualties tonight! Got it.” She winked at Alphys, who exhaled in relief, though her shy smile betrayed just how much she adored Undyne’s antics.

Then, catching sight of you watching, Undyne raised a sparkler high in salute, her energy as infectious as ever. “You better be ready for midnight! This party’s about to get epic!”

“You bet,” you replied, grinning as Alphys mouthed a silent “Help me” behind Undyne’s back.

Nearby, Frisk stood with their sparkler held high, its golden sparks flickering in soft, playful patterns. Their face glowed with quiet joy as they twirled it through the air, their peaceful presence a soothing contrast to the lively chaos of the party.

At their feet sat Flowey, firmly nestled in a small decorative pot. His petals twitched irritably as he scowled at the festivities. “All this noise and for what? A few sparks in the sky? Pathetic,” he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. “Honestly, you’d think they’ve never seen a new year before.”

Frisk tilted their head, raising their sparkler with a grin that seemed to say, Isn’t it kind of fun?

Flowey let out a long, exaggerated sigh but didn’t argue. His petals settled, and his gaze lingered on the sparks, watching the tiny bursts of light with reluctant curiosity.

You approached with a soft chuckle, briefly kneeling to adjust the tiny party hat perched on Flowey’s head. “There,” you said, stepping back to admire your work. “Perfect.”

Flowey sighed dramatically, his tone heavy with mock despair. “Great. Now I look ridiculous.”

“Not ridiculous,” you replied lightly. “Festive.”

Frisk giggled softly, giving you a small nod of approval as they twirled their sparkler once more. The golden light reflected in Flowey’s narrowed eyes, his petals tilting ever so slightly toward the warmth.

“Don’t think this means I like either of you idiots,” Flowey muttered. His tone was sharp, but it lacked its usual venom.

You and Frisk exchanged a knowing look before they turned back to their sparkler, drawing glowing arcs in the air. As you walk away, you catch Flowey sigh yet again.

The lively energy of the room seemed to draw everyone together, from Papyrus’ booming laughter near the snack table to Undyne’s sparkler duels in the corner. You felt a quiet warmth settle over you as you moved through the crowd, exchanging small smiles and words with the friends who had come to mean so much to you.

Though the energy of the party was infectious, amidst the bustling crowd, your eyes sought out one figure in particular. IIt didn’t take long to find him—Sans, leaning casually against the wall near the edge of the crowd, nursing what looked suspiciously like a bottle of ketchup.

When he caught your gaze, his expression brightened slightly, his ever-present grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. With a lazy wave, he motioned you over.

“hey, you made it,” he greeted as you approached, his tone casual but warm.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you replied with a smile. “Papyrus sent a very persuasive invitation.”

Sans chuckled, the sound low and easy. “yeah, he’s got a knack for that. one time, he convinced me to join a book club. never read the book, though. was too busy tryin’ to figure out how he gets so much enthusiasm packed into one skeleton.”

You laughed, shaking your head. Your eyes drifted down to the bottle in his hand, raising a skeptical brow.

“totally not ketchup,” he assured you, his grin widening as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. “scout’s honor.”

“Were you even a scout?” you asked, playing along.

“nah.” He shrugged. “but i look good in a sash.”

Before you could respond, Grillby drifted past, his flaming figure glowing softly as he carried a tray of drinks. He paused briefly beside you, his ever-calm demeanor somehow fitting seamlessly into the lively energy around him.

“Everything all right here?” the fire elemental asked, his voice calm and friendly, the faint crackle of embers underscoring his words..

You thanked him as you grabbed two glasses of champagne, offering one to Sans, who accepted it with an exaggeratedly solemn bow, swapping his ketchup for the drink.

“hey, grillbz,” Sans said, raising his glass in a mock toast. “enjoyin’ the show?” 

Grillby’s flames flickered in what you assumed was his version of a smile. “It’s as lively as ever,” he replied. Turning to you, he added, “I’m glad you could make it. Sans tends to linger near the edges at gatherings like this.”

“ah, c’mon, grillbz,” Sans protested lightly. “you’re makin’ me sound like a real party pooper.”

Grillby’s flames crackled lightly, resembling the sound of laughter. “Not at all. You’re far too entertaining to stay hidden for long.”

As Grillby glided back toward the refreshment table, Sans chuckled, shaking his head. “guy’s got me all figured out, huh?”

“Maybe,” you teased, taking a sip of your drink. “But who doesn’t?”

Sans let out a small “heh,” his grin quirking to the side. “eh, most folks don’t bother. guess you’re just observant like that.” He tapped his temple lightly, as if to drive the point home.

“Observant?” you echoed with a playful smirk. “You’re not exactly subtle, Sans.”

“or maybe i’m just not tryin’ to blend in right now,” he countered, his grin widening slightly. He gestured vaguely toward the crowd before turning his gaze back to you. “sometimes it’s nice havin’ someone notice you’re there.”

Your smirk softened into a genuine smile as you caught the faint sincerity tucked behind his casual words. “Someone like me?” you asked, trying to mask the touch of hope in your tone.

“well,” he said, his grin easing into something softer, “you do make it easier to stick around.”

His grin tilted back into its familiar playful curve before you could say anything else. “plus, ya keep me from nappin’ in the corner. so, thanks for that.”

You rolled your eyes, bumping your shoulder lightly against his. “Don’t thank me too soon. Midnight’s not here yet.”

The night unfolded in a blur of laughter and cheer, the party’s energy swelling as more guests filtered in.

Through it all, Sans stayed close by your side, tossing in the occasional pun or dry quip that never failed to make you laugh. His presence was unassuming yet constant, anchoringing you amidst the whirlwind of noise and activity. Every so often, you’d catch him watching you with a quiet grin, his gaze lingering just long enough to make your heart feel warmer than the golden glow of the fairy lights overhead. At one point, Undyne burst into the center of the room with sparklers raised high, shouting, “TIME FOR AN EPIC GAME OF CHARADES! NO EXCUSES—EVERYONE PLAYS!”

You and Sans joined the growing circle just in time to see Undyne dive into an over-the-top reenactment of what could only be described as a sea monster attacking a ship. With imaginary harpoons in hand, she mimed throwing them with such vigor that the nearby decorations swayed dangerously.

“OH! OH!” Papyrus exclaimed, leaping to his feet. “IT IS OBVIOUSLY… A WHALE RIDING A UNICORN!”

“P-Papyrus,” Alphys interjected gently, adjusting her glasses. “Whales don’t… uh… ride unicorns.”

“OF COURSE NOT!” Papyrus said, throwing up his hands. “THAT’S WHY IT’S SO BRILLIANTLY CREATIVE!”

The group erupted into laughter as Undyne finally dropped to the ground in an exaggerated finish.

To everyone’s surprise, Asgore had a hidden knack for guessing, calmly identifying even the most bizarre attempts. “Hmm… is it a chicken… riding a unicycle?” he guessed during another round, earning a roar of laughter and an enthusiastic “YES!” from Undyne.

“THE KING OF GUESSING!” Papyrus proclaimed, throwing confetti from his seemingly endless supply of party decorations.

Beside you, Sans leaned in slightly, his grin wide as he whispered, “gotta hand it to asgore. didn’t know he had a secret talent for interpretin’ chaos.”

Later, as the laughter began to settle, Frisk quietly stepped into the center of the room, holding up a sign they’d written in neat, careful letters:

“Thank you all for making this year amazing.”

The room fell quiet for a moment, touched by the sincerity of the message. For a moment, even Flowey was quiet, though he eventually muttered, “Sappy idiots,” under his breath.

“BEAUTIFULLY SAID, FRISK!” Papyrus exclaimed, breaking the stillness with enthusiastic clapping. “THE GREAT PAPYRUS COULD NOT HAVE PUT IT BETTER!”

Toriel clasped her hands together, her expression soft and radiant. “Thank you, my child,” she said tenderly. “It truly has been a wonderful year, hasn’t it?”

Undyne punched the air triumphantly, her sparklers trailing bright streaks behind her. “Heck yeah! Best year ever!”

“Y-Yep!” Alphys added, adjusting her glasses with a nervous but genuine smile. “D-Definitely one for the books.”

Even Asgore nodded in agreement, his deep voice steady and thoughtful. “Yes… one to cherish,” he said softly.

The sentiment spread through the room like a ripple, and one by one, the group broke into applause. There was something unspoken but understood—a quiet acknowledgment of how far you had all come.

As the applause began to fade, you felt a nudge at your side. Sans leaned in, his hands tucked comfortably into his hoodie pockets, his grin faint but real.

“heh. kid’s got a way of hittin’ ya right in the soul,” he said, his voice light but threaded with something softer. His eyes lingered on Frisk for a beat, the quiet pride in his gaze barely masked by his usual laid-back demeanor.

You smiled, nodding. “Yeah… they’ve got a knack for that.”

Sans glanced at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before his grin crept wider. “kinda reminds me of someone else i know.”

You raised a brow at him, but before you could respond, Frisk’s eyes met yours from across the room. Smiling, you gave them a quiet thumbs-up. They beamed in response, their sparkler tracing playful patterns through the air once more, the golden light reflecting the joy that filled the room.

Sans watched them for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle. “guess some things are contagious,” he murmured. 

“Hm?” You turned to him, but he had already shifted his attention elsewhere, his hand giving a small wave.

“heh. nothin’.” His hand brushed lightly against yours as it dropped, just for a second—but long enough to send a gentle heat blooming under your skin.

The night wore on, the gentle hum of conversation and laughter filling the air as midnight approached. Papyrus, ever the meticulous organizer, had set up a projector against the far wall. The countdown flickered in bright numbers, casting a faint glow that rippled over the crowd.

One by one, guests began drifting toward the center of the hall, drawn by the hum of music and the soft twinkle of fairy lights strung across the makeshift stage. The air brimmed with anticipation, the approaching new year wrapping around you like the warmth of the gathering itself.

Undyne’s voice rang out above the noise as she clinked a glass dramatically, her sparklers now swapped for a celebratory drink. “Alright, everyone! Ten minutes to go! If you’re not in position for the countdown, you’re missing out on history!”

Alphys tugged at her arm, blushing. “U-Undyne, it’s not exactly history—”

“Sure it is, babe!” Undyne interrupted, throwing an arm around Alphys’ shoulders and flashing her a sharp, toothy grin. “The history of us bringing in another awesome year!”

Alphys flushed even deeper, adjusting her glasses nervously but not pulling away.

Across the room, Frisk gave an enthusiastic thumbs-up from their spot near Toriel. The former queen mirrored the gesture with a warm, encouraging smile.

“Another year of this nonsense,” Flowey muttered from his pot, his petals twitching irritably. His tone lacked its usual bite, though, and his leaves drooped slightly as Frisk twirled a sparkler near him.

“Cheer up, Flowey,” you called over, catching his glare. “You survived another year with us ‘sappy idiots.’ That’s gotta be worth celebrating, right?”

Flowey grumbled something unintelligible, but his petals dipped slightly, almost like a reluctant nod. “Barely,” he muttered, his tone softer than usual.

You found yourself standing with Sans off to the side, near a row of windows overlooking the frosty town square. Outside, the streetlights cast a warm glow on faint flurries of snow drifting lazily through the cold night air. The muffled sound of a band playing New Year’s tunes filtered in through the glass, blending with the cozy hum of the party behind you.

Sans leaned against the window frame, hands tucked casually in his hoodie pockets, his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. He looked peaceful, his grin smaller but no less genuine.

“y’know,” he began, his voice low and easy as you stepped closer, “new year’s is kinda funny when ya think about it. we’re all just measurin’ time, watchin’ numbers tick over... but people still get real excited for it. like a fresh start or somethin’.”

“Is that your way of saying you don’t care about New Year’s?” you teased, crossing your arms with a playful smile.

“nah, i care,” he said, his grin softening as his gaze drifted to you. “…just not for the reasons most folks do.”

You tilted your head, curious. “For what reasons, then?”

He hesitated, his gaze flicking briefly back to the snowy town square. For a moment, it seemed like he might brush off the question with another joke, but instead, his grin shifted into something quieter, more genuine. His eye lights flickered back to you, their glow faint but steady.

“well, this year’s been pretty good,” he said, his tone softer than usual. “met someone who’s made it... kinda great, actually. wouldn’t mind spendin’ more time like this.”

His words hit you squarely in the chest, the sincerity in his tone catching you off guard. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Papyrus bounded into view, his scarf trailing behind him like a comet.

“TEN MINUTES UNTIL THE COUNTDOWN!” he declared, his voice cutting through the calm like a gong. “COME, HUMAN! SANS! WE MUST PREPARE FOR THE FIREWORK DISPLAY! IT WILL BE THE PINNACLE OF THE EVENING!”

Sans straightened from his spot by the window, his grin sliding effortlessly back into its usual playful tilt. “i thought the snacks were the pinnacle.”

“THE SNACKS WERE MERELY THE PROLOGUE!” Papyrus declared, his chest puffed with pride. “NOW HURRY! I CANNOT LIGHT THE SPARKLERS AND PRESS THE BUTTON AT THE SAME TIME!”

You and Sans exchange a glance, his grin turning sly. “guess we better help the guy out. wouldn’t wanna disappoint the ‘great firework technician papyrus.’”

You chuckled, falling into step beside him as the two of you followed Papyrus into the courtyard.

The crisp night air nipped at your cheeks as you stepped outside, but the festive atmosphere kept your spirits warm. Strings of lights bordered the courtyard, and the faint sound of chatter and laughter spilled from the open doors of the hall. Overhead, stars twinkled faintly, their glow muted by the streetlamps and the shimmering anticipation that filled the air.

Papyrus had arranged a surprisingly impressive display of fireworks, each rocket carefully labeled with his bold handwriting. The others had gathered to watch as Papyrus darted around the courtyard, gleefully directing traffic.

“ALL RIGHT, EVERYONE!” Papyrus boomed, his voice ringing out like a rallying cry. “IN JUST A FEW MINUTES, WE SHALL LIGHT THE SKY WITH THE GREATEST FIREWORK DISPLAY OF ALL TIME!”

Undyne swung her sparklers like twin swords, shouting something about “defending the new year!” Meanwhile, Alphys hovered nearby, wringing her hands as Undyne’s wild flourishes brought the sparklers dangerously close to a box of rockets.

“Undyne!” Alphys yelped, her voice rising in panic. “P-Please, maybe keep those a little further from the—oh my gosh!” She lunged forward, shielding the fireworks with her clipboard.

“Relax, Alphy! I’ve got this!” Undyne declared confidently, twirling the sparklers with dramatic flair that made her girlfriend wince.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, and Sans leaned in closer, his voice full of amusement. “five bucks says she sets somethin’ on fire before this is over.”

You smirked, shaking your head. “I’d take that bet, but I’m pretty sure we’d both win.”

Papyrus zipped around the courtyard, scarf trailing as he issued instructions with military precision. “UNDYNE, THE SPARKLERS ARE NOT FOR LIGHTING THE FUSES!”

“HUMAN!” He spun toward you, thrusting a bucket into your hands with the gravitas of a royal decree. “PLEASE HOLD THIS BUCKET OF MINIATURE ROCKETS! AND SANS—STOP LOITERING!”

Sans chuckled, slipping his hands deeper into his hoodie pockets. “not loitering, bro. supervising.”

“SUPERVISING REQUIRES DOING SOMETHING!” Papyrus exclaimed, flinging his scarf over his shoulder dramatically as he marched off to handle another task.

As Papyrus bustled away, Sans leaned in again, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “pap’s got a future as a drill sergeant, huh?”

You laughed, holding up one of the sparklers. “He just wants everything to be perfect.”

Sans’ grin softened as he watched his brother dash around the courtyard, his tone taking on a quiet fondness. “yeah,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on Papyrus. “he’s good at that.”

As Papyrus continued to direct his countdown preparations with the fervor that suggested it was a military operation, Sans sidled up next to you. His hand brushed lightly against yours, an absentminded gesture that might have gone unnoticed if you weren’t already so attuned to him. Even so, the brief contact sent a spark of warmth racing up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“so,” he said, his voice low, almost drowned out by the noise, “got any resolutions?”

You turned toward him, thoughtful. “I don’t know… Maybe to live in the moment more? Stop worrying so much about the past or future, and just… appreciate life as it comes. Feels like one of those things I could be better at.”

“huh.” Sans tilted his head slightly, his grin softening into something more reflective. “that’s a good one. might have to borrow it.” “What about you?” you asked, genuinely curious.

Sans seemed to consider it for a moment, his gaze drifting toward the horizon where stars twinkled faintly above the glow of the town. The night air carried a quiet stillness, broken only by distant laughter and the occasional pop of a test firework.

“hmm,” he started, his voice light but carrying an undercurrent of sincerity. “guess mine’s makin’ sure you keep yours.”

His words settled between you, simple yet unexpectedly meaningful.

You wanted to say something, but the moment hung delicate and unspoken—until Papyrus’ voice rang out, echoing through the courtyard like a call to arms. “TEN SECONDS LEFT, EVERYONE! GET READY FOR THE COUNTDOWN!”

The others joined in eagerly, their voices blending into a lively chorus.

“TEN!”

Papyrus stood front and center, his scarf flaring dramatically in the crisp winter air, as though powered by sheer willpower alone. He pointed toward the sky, rallying the group like a general leading a parade.

“NINE!” 

Undyne threw an arm around Alphys, practically sweeping the smaller monster off her feet. “THIS IS IT, BABE! OUR YEAR!” she bellowed, shaking Alphys so vigorously that the poor scientist could only manage a nervous laugh, her cheeks glowing as red as the sparklers in Undyne’s free hand.

“EIGHT!”

Frisk bounced on their toes, twirling their sparkler with anticipation and delight. With their free hand, they lifted Flowey’s pot higher, giving the grumpy flower a perfect view of the sky.

Flowey groaned, his petals twitching with exaggerated disdain. “Oh, joy. More loud noises and explosions. What a delightful way to start another year of nonsense.”

Frisk tilted their head, their bright smile widening. With a mischievous flick of their sparkler, they sent a harmless shower of golden sparks near Flowey’s pot, earning an indignant huff.

“Watch it!” Flowey snapped, though his petals relaxed just slightly, his irritation softened by Frisk’s quiet joy.

“SEVEN!”

Toriel and Asgore exchanged a glance across the courtyard. The weight of their shared history lingered between them, bittersweet and unspoken. Toriel hesitated, then gave Asgore a small, reluctant nod. He returned it with a soft, hopeful smile.

“SIX!”

You turned to Sans, your heart giving a small leap when you realized his gaze was already on you. His eye lights glowed faintly, reflecting the golden sparks that danced through the crisp night air.

“FOUR!”

“hey,” he said, his voice nearly drowned out by the noise, “gotta say… this year’s been somethin’ else. all thanks to you.”

“THREE!”

Your breath caught, the quiet sincerity in his words wrapping around you like the warmth of a blanket against the cold. 

You managed a smile, your voice softer than you intended. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“TWO!”

Sans leaned closer, his breath feathering against your cheek. His voice was barely audible over the rising cheers as he whispered, “happy new year, sunshine.”

“ONE!”

The courtyard erupted into cheers, and the first firework exploded overhead, scattering brilliant streaks of gold and crimson across the night sky.

The sound echoed faintly, but it all seemed distant as Sans’ hand rose to your cheek, his grin fading into something sweeter just before his mouth met yours.

The kiss was soft and unhurried, as if the entire year had been leading up to this single, fleeting moment. His touch held a quiet reverence—the kind of tenderness that felt rare and delicate—like you were something fragile, something he wasn’t quite ready to let go of. His palm stayed warm against your skin, thumb tracing gentle circles as though committing every detail to memory.

There was no urgency, only the gentle weight of emotions unspoken—words he’d never say aloud but conveyed in the way he held you.

The crackle of fireworks and the cheers of your friends faded away, replaced by the quiet thrill of his closeness. For all his jokes and lazy smirks, this moment felt different. Unguarded. Carrying with it the quiet emotion he so often kept hidden from the world.

When you finally parted, the world rushed back in a cascade of color and sound. His forehead rested against yours for a moment longer, his grin returning—soft and lopsided, but with a depth that made your heart flutter.

“guess that’s one resolution down,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with affection.

You blinked, still breathless, a smile tugging at your lips. “And what was that?”

“makin’ this year better than the last,” he replied, his grin widening slightly. “and makin’ sure you keep yours.”

His words hung in the air, warm and grounding. Before you could respond, Papyrus’ voice broke through the haze.

“SANS! Y/N! DID YOU SEE THAT FIREWORK? IT WAS SHAPED LIKE A SPAGHETTI NOODLE! ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT!”

You both laughed, the moment dissolving into a shared grin. Sans slipped his hand into yours, his thumb brushing lightly along your knuckles as he turned to Papyrus.

“heh, trust pap to turn the fireworks into a pasta thing.” He glanced at you, his grin widening mischievously. “any more of those and i might just pasta way.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes as you gave him a playful shove. “You’re impossible.”

“nah,” he countered with a wink, “just im-pasta-ble to resist.”

Shaking your head with a laugh, you let him tug you back toward the others. The soft glow of the fireworks cast shifting patterns of light across the courtyard, their brilliance reflected in Sans’ steady gaze. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t such a bad way to start the year.

[punsmaster69]

12/APR/20XX

i think that was my goal.

remember? the one i was mentionin' about twenty nine pages ago? i'd said something like...

"and when i achieve it?"

"...guess i'll finally close this book for good."

so, i'll count that to be my goal.

therapist agrees, so you can't get on me about that.

sharing inner thoughts was never something i'm great at. so much so that you might've forgotten that's what this was for.

can you believe that? s'posed to be a thought journal. daily mental-state evaluation.

ended up talking about my friends instead.

wasn't for me, i suppose.

...after some amount of pages, huh? geez.

[This calls attention to the fact that the book is much thicker than it was when it started. Seems instead of switching to another one, his journal just... gained pages.]

point is.

seems to me like a good place to stop things at.

i'll give you a final update, and we'll call it. alright?

——

breaking the news went as smoothly as if we'd entered the room and broke a vase on the floor instead. (undyne about did just that.)

the second calamity was when mettaton and my bro show up kinda late

holding hands.

turns out my bro is much more decisive than i am.

apparently it was mettaton first, then paps who decided after a few serious dates.

congrats to 'em.

been deflecting questions best i can all day from the announcements, so i was thankful my bro showing up like that took enough of the heat off me n' tori.

i...

can't stop smiling.

well- alright, that's a given.

but i mean this doofy grin i haven't kept up this long in ages.

i'm not even trying for this one.

all this talk about relationships, i think undyne's gotten excited. talking about marriage and all that. alphys has gone beet red.

grillby and the bar gave me a hell of a lot of pats on the back. i'd be bruised if i weren't bones.

if it wasn't that which would've bruised me, it definitely would have been the punch flowey gave me. the comment that earned me it?

"so..."

"this makes me your dad, right?"

he didn't take it well.

despite the petal-haver's apparent hatred... i think he's secretly glad that toriel's happy.

my bro sure took the news well.

granted, since he already thought me and her were dating, he just was happy for the public announcement.

"WAIT."

"DOES THIS MAKE ME AN UNCLE?!?"

"Are we gonna get another sibling??"

"WAIT, are we gonna get a SKELE-sibling?!?"

"whoa, slow down-"

"Frisk, NO??"

"Do not encourage this BONEHEAD to-"

"I think that is quite enough."

tori puts her foot down on that conversation.

living situations shouldn't change much for now, but maybe we'll figure out something else in the future. (staying with my bro. don't panic.)

concerns about my health have slowed down, as i've gotten more used to daily magic usage. noticed way less bad days recently, right? papyrus still insists on teaching me to use attacks better, so i've got that to look forward to. there might still be ups n' downs health-wise, but i'm confident in getting through 'em now.

paps is noticeably still somewhat anxious about it, fidgeting whenever everything is brought up. which is fair, but. still.

i'll get him a therapist like i've been seeing. an in-person one'll work better for him, i think.

not sure what else'll change, really. everything feels mostly the same.

other than (gasp) public handholding. (scandalous.) every time we're beside one another, tori's finding some form of physical contact.

that's different.

...in a good way.

right now, it looks like the aftermath of a wild party. friends knocked out in random spots; dangling half-off the couch or sprawled across the floor. i think frisk and i are the only ones still awake, since they wanted to put blankets on everyone.

"(Psst. Is one blanket enough?)"

they raise a large blanket in gesture with a questioning look.

i speak extra softly so i don't disturb toriel laying at my side, with her head on my shoulder and an arm across my torso; hand met with mine.

"(yep.)"

"(Kk.)"

frisk lays a blanket over me and tori. they stare contemplatively before speaking.

"....."

"Goodnight, Dad."

"...'night, kid."

welp.

guess that's it, huh?

....

i'm happy.

caring is nice.

———★

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃

[adriixboo]

hello everyone. MAMA'S BACK WITH ANOTHER UNDERTALE VISION 😈😈😈😈😈😈 my mind 🤯 exploded.

haha

for context, do you guys know those compilations on instagram (reels) or whatever media, and it's those ones where people are doing the outrageous shit?

like of people doing dumb stuff yet it's absolutely hilarious, the ones that (usually) are a little bit reckless?

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say y/n befriended the majority, if not all, of the underground. the way that the monsters know of y/n is usually laidback, respectful. so they're cool, calm, and collected, if you will. the calm before the storm, even. hasn't caused any trouble, is a delight to be around.

also say that they have their own undernet account, courtesy of the royal scientist, alphys. on their account, they friended their other friends; alphys, sans, papyrus, undyne, napstablook, mettaton, even muffet and grillby, as well as the majority of snowdin and such. maybe here, y/n convinced alphys, after a bit of explanations, some negotiations here and there, to update the undernet to include stories (yk like insta stories, assuming they did not have that feature), or not, doesn't really matter, normal posts and stories would give the same result possibly

in this case, i like to think of y/n growing a little antsy of the lack of action and bafoonery that they could do.

so, they begin soft-launching their usual antics, stuff that they did before falling to the underground. not saying that they MISS the surface, other than the night sky, sunrises and sunsets. y/n is quite fond of the small life they had made for themselves in the underground, and wouldn't really trade it for the world. but anyway,

they begin posting on their undernet account. some would describe them as... odd maybe, due to the nature of the photos posted. they start off small, photos of them in shopping carts in the middle of a random parking lot. a picture of a traffic cone with a... firework next to it? that raised a little bit of eyebrows, but it is still rather tame. you guys know those abandoned tunnels that have graffiti and were used for raves nd such? yeah there's a photo of y/n in one of them. maybe with some stupid ass captions like "alright who let grandma out the nursing home" or like something idiotically cryptic like "the truth comes out soon." now THAT has heads turning. replies start spilling in like

"grandma????????" "what truth???" "what are u planning??????" these poor citizens don't know what they're getting into

who knows, maybe y/n got a little ahead of themselves because of impatience. so then they just drop the videos of them doing dumb stuff, because "life's just too short. let's play spin the bottle but whoever the bottle sets on, gets to set off a firework and throw it at their friends who are running away from the one who got picked."

yes, that's the video i saw that generated this idea.

so y/n is basically lore dropping on their unsuspecting monster friends, who are either laughing it up, or very concerned for their good friend's wellbeing (mental and physical) the videos range from that firework fiasco, to other shit like running into a stop sign with their face, racing in shopping carts, just overall some good ol' tomfoolery with their friends above ground. yeah y/n misses their friends dearly, but there wasn't much they could do. they caption the posts with "i would like for everyone to witness the person that i was before i fell down here lol. im aching for shenanigans."

queue the replies of the jokingly "?????????? r u stupid"

the y/n the monsters are now viewing in the posts, are practically a complete 180 from the y/n they encounter on a day-to-day basis. unfathomable, but the proof is in the pudding once they witness whatever y/n has in store. the next post is actually a rather cool photo. a 0.5 pic, flash on, at night, y/n sitting in a shopping cart, left leg over the side, head leaning a little to the right, shades on, blunt in hand, joint between their lips😈

@y/n "excited to make some awesome memories with my new friends❤️ can't wait to infect snowdin with my stupidity and awesomeness"

here come the comments (using names bc im lazy and not that creative)

@CoolSkeleton95: "HUMAN Y/N PLEASE DO BE CAREFUL!!!!"

@StrongFish91: "IM OMW."

some are, admittedly more concerned than others, even grillby, the stoic fireman himself expresses his concern for the near future.

@grillbz: "????? Are you okay??"

and y/n being y/n, only responds with

@y/n replying to @grillbz: "hey hotstuff"

who doesn't love flirtin with the flame man😍 anyway

here comes sans asking questions. c'mon dude, y/n's been living with you for so long, you should've expected SOMETHING to happen one of these days.

@sans: "dude?????"

again, cue y/n shamelessly flirting

@y/n replying to @sans: "hey sexy let's kiss"

now, due to the nature of the videos, they posted more examples, y/n is not an idiot. so what if they fucked up a bit of the surface, it's the surface. what they are NOT going to do, is mess up the underground. y/n is still that respectful human the monsters know and care for. y/n is would not wreak havoc on the unsuspecting citizens of the underground in their own home. no, that's reserved for when they do emerge to the surface. when that happens, BACK TO THE PARKING LOT🗣️

but for now, it's time for y/n to scope out for clear land for their idiotic, yet entertaining ideas.

you know who would be SO on board with y/n's ideas? undyne. miss strongfish91 here would do pop in. without a doubt for sure. it only makes sense. her miss alphys is concerned on the side, head in her hands, hoping that their heads don't go flying off

you know who WOULDN'T?? and is instead rather concerned yet can't really do anything about it so they have to hope and pray? sans. sans may be lazy and carefree for the most part, but that doesn't mean he can't be concerned. he cares too much for y/n, he won't admit it outright, it doesn't seem like he needs to because basically more than half the underground can tell because he's just sweating buckets whenever something even remotely mild happens when involving y/n. sans doing damage control, making sure they don't get horribly injured or dies, he still has that promise to keep.

cmon man, live a little for ur best friend's crush's sake

i feel like papyrus would also join in on the fun, occasionally. he would also be worried for the human's health. like he's mildly concerned about it, but would go with it. he's like that middleman almost. he kind of strikes me as that guy who would first try to sway around, a little hesitant, but will absolutely go all in with just a simple "PLEEEASEEEE???" yeah he's not missing out on the fun at all, papyrus 2024💯💯💯

grillby on the side in his pub, sighing. he's concerned, a bit worried about the results, but would give a chuckle here and there. i love grillby ohmygoodness

more shenanigans ensue. y/n is about to spice things up around here, give them something new.

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apologies if this is on the illegible side, it's roughly 2:30am and i spent almost an hour on this bc i was focusing on not freezing my ass off 😔 im warm now but at what cost

i think i'll edit this later or add more soon 😫 i have a headache

it would be hilariously awesome to see this as a one-shot. just pure crack and fluff

💋 kisses grillby 💋 kisses sans 💋

OK GOODNIGHT😫 love yall

[stari-hun]

Reverse 1999 x Undertale Friendships

See now I’m fixated on merging them both

Time Trauma Buddies

Vertin and Sans would be such good friends cause they both went through the niche experience of being stuck in the middle of the narrative device without being able to save others for years and years.

The worst part is that both of them would absolutely find out about the other during a joke. Like there’d be a game of Never Have I Ever and Vertin would be losing and pull out the “Never have I ever not been stuck in time crumbling around me as I’m forced to watch the people I know disappear again and again” and Sans , also on one finger left, is the only one besides Vertin to not put a finger down.

Researcher Trio

Lucy and Alphys having the most concerned researcher friendship. Like they’d be taking and having so much fun exchanging information and theories, but Lucy would be like a dad dropping extremely traumatic events out of left field. “Dusting is when a monster d-dies, and because we don’t have physical forms, w-we turn into dust!” “I’ve turned into dust a few times, it is an unpleasant experience.” “W..what”

Enigma also gets along with Alphys very well because even though he’s very intense he’s a lot my MedPocket. Very considerate to those around them because they’re aware of how they come off. If someone’s rude they don’t care to tone it down, but if they genuinely feel uncomfortable then they’re happy to chill out. Enigma softens his voice around Alphys and instantly calms himself down cause he knows that even if she’s right in a situation she can’t answer someone if they’re yelling down her throat. Plus Lucy would start trying to recruit her for Laplace even harder so that she could keep her around Ulrich and herself so Engima can’t get too hysterical around them.

Flame Trio

Spathodea getting a second adopted dad with Grillby (Shamane is the first, and actually if I wanna ship him and grillby no one can stop me). Their first meeting ends with her sprinting away from him after giving the biggest gasp. He rightfully misunderstands that she’s shocked at the living fire, and just didn’t realize he was a monster and in control of his flames. Right up until she brings back Ulu yelling about another person like her, and while Ulu is a completely different type of fire elemental than Grillby, they get along pretty well. He ends up teaching Spathodea what kinds of fruits and juices cover up the taste of medicine, and which ones go well together in general so that she can have better health drinks.

Tea Buddies

6 and Asgore having a very awkward friendship in the beginning. Any time 6 is away from a member of Apeiron he fully unmasks, and the best way he likes to enjoy his time away is in total silence. The perfect place for him was the waterfalls but eventually some a lesbian fish duo took over the place so he ended up in Asgore’s garden. At first Asgore was super unsettled by the tall and entirely silent human, but after a while they form a silent friendship.

Girl Kissing Fishes

Vila and Undyne would get along like a house on FIREEEEEEE. They’re so similar and great with the way they’re loyal to their friends and accepting but they’ll do anything to protect their home and families. If it had came down to it then Vila would’ve 100% beat the hell out of Zeno to protect Rayashki for as long as she lived doing it. Vila and Undyne trading fighting techniques and ways to talk to kids and entertain them. Them hanging out by the waterfall area constantly while they hangout and have the time of their lives. Undyne starts calling her friends Comrade

[hist-ori-a]

Vamos a ponernos elegante! Algunos dibujos son más viejos que otros y creo que eso se nota bastante.

Juro que quería hacerlos todos juntos, Pero no me daba el tiempo y luego me distraía con otras cosas.

Bueno vamos con los más viejos y luego los nuevos

Empezamos con Kira y con quién empecé esta idea de ponerlos en ropa elegante.

Muy clásico a mi gusto.

Nika va un poco mejor, traje y un tutú rosa para combinar

Me gusta mucho incluso siendo un dibujo viejo

Quería hacerla a Ayzee de espaldas, no me salió tan bien. Bueno para ser primer intento no lo veo tan malo.

Y ahora Azrael! La verdad si me gustó más, un traje que parece más una chaqueta, Pero es necesario porque a él le gusta estar con el pecho afuera.

Eso únicamente porque sino siente mucho calor, su cuerpo genera demasiado calor por su pelo.

Bueno! Esto es más actual y como no, se empieza con el dios del grupo, gran Ares! Todo elegante con su traje. Sin mangas por dos razones.

1- no le gusta ocultar su prótesis robótica.

2- las puas de su piel suelen romper la ropa.

2x1 o 3x1 en este caso porque aquí están Yvar y Charly y Charif.

Se ven tan lindos los tres, con sus ropita elegantes.

De ante último tenemos al precioso de V.I.A!

Que quede claro, el diseño de ropa no es lo mío.

Más aún cuando el personaje no tiene género y quiero que se vea reflejado en su vestimenta.

Por último al mesero de Araignee tan feliz de la vida.

Y eso sería todo, espero que les haya gustado y trató de mantener esta cuenta activa.

[septic-skele]

Alphys was craftier than she looked; Muffet would give her that. She was advertising the human holiday custom of mistletoe in every doorway, coercing kisses out of her favorite “ships.”

Grillby’s relationship with Muffet wouldn’t have even come out if an echo flower hadn’t caught the other spiders’ gossip. He wasn’t accustomed to PDA. He was reserved, dignified…

Perhaps slightly less dignified after Muffet sprang on him and he sputtered flustered, wanton flames, reducing the mistletoe and the door header to a crisp.

Next time he visited the bar, Sans took pity and tipped him for the laugh, at least.

[susartwork]

What about hmm...WizardAlter?

Never thought of that 🤔 it's difficult to create swap role versions of Underwizard as I got many rairpairs.

[azo0angellife]

It's so sad QwQ 💙💔

- FLOWERTALE -

By @cocpcoco @clumsysoul

Flowertale redraw , this story is before frisk in hospital

I hope everyone like it

Enjoy✨

[wishingstarinajar]

I participated in this year's @gyftmas2023 event (aka an Undertale themed Secret Santa) and @atenobear was my Imp.

They asked for Soriel, Undyne x Alphys, and/or @megalommi's Nostra (Mafiafell!Baggs), so I went for them all with a thrown-in bonus Grillby.

Happy Holidays to you and everyone!

[skeletonh0e]

Hi! I have a fun request :3

How about Classic Sans x Reader (gender neutral) where their relationship started off as very close friends which escalated into a friends with benefits relationship before they started dating

Like headcanons on how they would even get into the fwb part of their relationship in the first place and then later Sans realizing he has feelings for them :3

Sorry this took a bit but comin' up! No explicit NSFW but some suggestive stuff here or there obvs given the subject material

Classic Sans x Reader; Friends (with benefits) to Lovers

It all just kind of happens tbh

You two have very natural chemistry, Sans could easily spend hours simply goofing off or chatting about nothing with you. Something just naturally clicks

You both want to spend more time together

And you do

And you keep getting closer as a result

It further helps that you vibe pretty well with a lot of his friends and more importantly Papyrus as well

You're not only a good friend but someone he genuinely trusts and you likewise are able to read him better than mosts are, even able to call him out when he's clearly lying or pulling 'sum bullshit.

The shift in your relationship happens one drunken night when both of you went out to Grillby's, throwing back some shots and having some laughs

The typical shit you to do

But he brings you home (he can still short cut while drunk thankfully) and you invite him to stay the night

He's always found you attractive mind you but he's never attempted to pull anything for various reasons, never the right time, assumed you weren't interested, etc.

And now his mind is fuzzy thanks to liquor, he's in a really good mood because he spent most of the evening hanging out with you, you're all flushed, looking cute and literally inviting him....

You can figure out the rest from there

The morning after is a bit...awkward

He stays! He even made (ordered) you some breakfast for the hangover you both have

A part of him, the part that doesn't want to deal with complicated emotions or situations like these, kind of hopes maybe you'd be drunk enough to forget

But you weren't <3

"Are we....a thing now?"

"we don't have to be we can still just be friends"

"Friends that just hook up?"

".....yeah"

And that kind of settles it, neither of you seem to be aware of any deeper romantic feelings yet or maybe simply in denial about the possibility. Maybe a mix of both who's to say

Tha awkward tension lessens some, you two kind of easing into this new dynamic

Sans isn't exactly a stranger to having friendly hookups, though it's newer ground on your end. The thing is the two of you don't expect to be just....getting intimate so frequently

The second time is in a spur of a moment thing where you two happen to have his house to ourselves

The third time you two get a bit....adventurous at his hot dog stand shall we say

The fourth time? Let's just say it involved a short cut

It's kind of like the same as when you two were just friends who didn't do this kind of stuff, except there is more casual touching than there wasn't before

It's subtle on his end, he's more prone to be closer to you, wrap an arm around you or even lean against you. Meanwhile you're noticeably more handsy

And it doesn't go completely unnoticed

Undyne : .....are you and Sans a thing now?

Y / N : Noo??? The fuck makes you say that?

Undyne : You two weren't this touchy before

You just roll your eyes and tell her to mind her own damn businesses (you know damn well how she looks at Alphys)

I definitely think you realize that your feelings are romantic first rather than platonic or purely lustful, when is a bit unclear probably post cotius when you two are happily snuggled up and just chatting

It's when it hits that you're happy, really happy and you kind of don't want to leave his embrace

....you're in love with this idiot

Sans is slower with it

He's not oblivious to it, he knows he likes you a lot and clearly you two get along well. The bonehead is just a bit hesitant to properly let anyone into his life like that and he doesn't throw words as strong as "love" all willy nilly

However one time while in the moment of passion, he kind of just realized he could get used to doing this with you forever, get used to having you around forever, wanted to have you around forever, needed to have you around forever

The emotions of it hit him like a truck when you're both still reeling from your respective highs, it spills out

"i'm in love with you..."

You blink, not sure if you heard him correctly, "Did you just...?"

And then he fucking teleports away.

You're more than thrown for a loop by it

To his credit he doesn't just avoid you after the fact, the man was just overwhelmed and further overwhelmed himself by saying it before he himself could process it

Still kinda sheepish about it when you two talk and you do bring it up

It was your turn to throw him for a loop by saying you loved him too.

"are we a thing now?"

"Yeah, yeah I'd like to be anyway."

That kind of settles it, you two don't make any big announcement, the most your relationship goes public is just people asking if you two are a thing now

And you both respond yes

Well, you tell them yes, Sans gets cheeky with it

"i'm a thing, they're a thing, guess that settles it."