#and undynes was the coolest

[grillbyz]

Save me undyne undertale,,, undyne undertale,,, undyne undertale save me,,,

[alliwolf10]

I've never posted my art on here but i felt like i should try. I love these two.

[stellocchia]

The fact that, oftentimes, even when the Sanses involved in all the Multiverse stuff still have living brothers they're supposedly attached to, those brothers still become irrelevant to their story has always saddened me a bit.

Especially because the Papyruses have the potential to be just as interesting as their brothers.

Like, imagine being Horrortale Paps and your brother gets taken away. Your brother who is the only one holding the little community you live in together. Your brother who is the one making sure that, despite the food scarcity, you still got something in your plate every day.

You worry endlessly about him. You spend days hoping he's still alive, holding fiercely onto that hope that has always defined you. And nobody else believes it. Sans had been starving himself for years, he was bound to drop dead at some point, they say. They all knew it would happen, and they didn't know how to comfort Papyrus when he still refused to believe it.

Papyrus learns to be a leader in his brother's absence. He learns to take charge, become more assertive, and stand up to Undyne. And yet, through it all, he still has the strength to remain kind. He still follows his passion for puzzles. He still cooks any chance he gets. His brother isn't there to act as a buffer between him and the world, so he has to adapt, but adapting doesn't mean giving up everything that is at his core.

And then, one day, Sans comes back. And he has some friends with him. He goes by Horror now, and he's got a bunch of new traumas to deal with. And his friends do too. Killer, Cross, Dust, they're all huddled together, hesitant to approach. Killer's putting on a front, he's all sharp edges and deceiving smiles, Cross is being all formal, he's walking on eggshells constantly, as if Papyrus would hurt him if he dared to step over a line that isn't even there, and Dust doesn't say a word. He doesn't even look at Papyrus.

Papyrus welcomes them all to his home. Horror seems uneasy at first. Papyrus is fine after all. He survived and he and Snowdin are both thriving as much as they can. For a bit, their chat is awkward and stilted, but, eventually, Horror asks: "You don't need me here anymore, do ya bro?". And Papyrus, who never gave up hope and never changed any more than he needed reassures him: "I don't need you, but I would like it if you stayed. I would like to know you're safe" and he's as loud as he's ever been, as bright and positive and, well, Horror can't say no to his little brother.

Cross, Killer, and Dust can also stay as often as they want. His brother has a big heart and he won't care about their bloody pasts. And, yeah, Killer and Cross will probably go back and forth between the Epic Sanses and Horrortale, but at least they have some stability now. At least they know that there is someone out there in the Multiverse who won't look at their scars, their high level, and their EXP and immediately think they're the scum of the Earth, and that's... well, that's nice.

On the other hand, imagine being Underswap Papyrus, and your brother was never taken from you, he chose to leave. And everyone assumes it must have been your fault. Perhaps you were too protective, and that's why. Perhaps you didn't support him enough. Perhaps you didn't get along. Perhaps you were straight-up abusive. The rumors abound both out in the Multiverse and in your own home because Blue didn't go quietly. He doesn't do quiet.

He said goodbye to all his friends while parading around with two literal gods and then he vanished into a golden portal. He dismissed all of your concerns and almost resented you for them. Because he's not weak he's not stupid and he can take care of himself. And you agree with all of those points, he's the coolest after all, but also you know nothing about the Multiverse and there are gods out there, so you can't know if being the coolest is gonna be enough to keep him safe.

Papyrus was never social. He got along with his brother, Ms. Muffet, and the man behind the door. That's his entire circle of friends. And now one of them is gone, and many more people than before have turned hostile. Because Blue is a nice person, he's nice to everyone, he's outgoing and social, of course, he wouldn't just leave his brother unless he did something to deserve that! Especially when everyone knows that Papyrus' HOPE is so low and that he's been struggling with depression for a long time. Blue wouldn't just leave.

Except he did.

Except he left.

Except he's not there anymore, because the Star Sanses could offer him glory and fame, and the love of thousands of AUs, and Papyrus could give him none of that. The only thing he could offer was his support for Blue's dreams and his unconditional love. And it was obvious to both of them that those two things could never be enough.

Papyrus doesn't change, because he was always well-rounded enough to make it by himself, just like his brother was. They were two whole people who never completed one another.

If they meet again, it won't be a sweet reunion like for the Horrortale brothers. It will be in the Omega Timeline if their AU ever gets destroyed. And they will be strangers making awkward small talk that will never develop into anything more than that, because neither of them wants the other to stay.

However, perhaps there in the Omega Timeline Papyrus can find a nice ending to his story. There are people there who are rejects just as much as he is. Who have wild rumors spread about them that are more or less founded than those about him. Other people who lost everything and are trying to find themselves with some help.

And maybe one day he can meet other Papyruses who dealt with being left behind, willingly or not. Horrortale Paps certainly wouldn't mind acquiring a lanky brother too

[packet-of-staples]

Day 91 - Undyne stOP DISTRACTING HIM!!!

Day 92 - Playbacktale my beloved

Day 93 - Cmon Pizza pants the dice you use are so important!!

Day 94 - Pancakes!!

Day 95 - Making the battle body!

Day 96 - The coolest of maids in the coolest of Maid dresses!!!

Day 97 - Autumn colours just for fun

Day 98 - Let Papyrus say fuck day!! You don’t understand its an art form.

Day 99 - The Knight. This has got to be one of my favourites too. Its just so cool.

[fanglozx]

Off topic but…

I rly wanna improve my writing because whenever I rly like a character I think of the coolest explorations I can go based off my own trauma and based off tropes I think would fit them .. alongside the things other people give they character

I’ll take color sans as an example, if u know him ily if u don’t PLEASE watch othertale 🙏 anyway

I always wanted to explore the feelings Color could have of Killer, Nightmare, the dream sanses, the actual sans, every version of papyrus, in specific horror papyrus, maybe underfell sans or maybe the aus he’s not comfortable with going to but him still putting his own comfort to help the monster, how he copes with the loss of his au or straight up expand on the relationship he has w his gaster or maybe give him a conclusion to his au and letting go ( btw the other othertale characters are so underlooked in color related posts like they could play such a big role in Color content pls I’m begging,,,, more undyne and Color

[subterlyfitumtale]

Cover of the song "Bonetrousle by the Man of the Internet," for Subtertale and sung by subtertale Papyrus, subtertale sans, and subtertale stelliny:

[PAPYRUS]

Hey you two...it's time for my big number, Sans and Stelliny! Press play!

[SANS and STELLINY]

Okay.

(Sans hits a tree and Stelliny laughs)

[PAPYRUS]

Sans and Stelliny! I meant play the music!

[[SANS and STELLINY]

Ok.

(Sans plays trombone and Stelliny plays trumpet)

[PAPYRUS]

SANS....STELLINY!

[SANS and STELLINY]

Okay, let's stop now and see...Oh, here's the play button!

[PAPYRUS]

Are you guys ready for this!?

[SANS and STELLINY]

We think no one could be ready for this.

[PAPYRUS]

Shut up guys! You just don't understand what perfection is!

Prepare yourself now, human!

You face Papyrus now!

Even though the royal guards couldn't stop you, I'll do it alone!

So I hope you're ready for the ultimate showdown.

While you're trying to show your strength and determination in this bone battle.

I see your face, you're running around everywhere.

This is serious, I know that look!

Are you flirting with me?

Please understand

That I'm a highly sought after skeleton

And I'm also a skeleton with standards, mostly for making spaghetti and pasta!

Don't feel sad, human even though I will capture you

[SANS and STELLINY]

Because you can do anything.

[PAPYRUS]

I just have to do my best to capture her!

Undyne will see that I can be a real royal guard!

[SANS and STELLINY]

That's right, there's only that one girl you need...

[PAPYRUS]

I hate to say goodbye!

Maybe someday, all of us can become friends

And when that day comes

I know we'll have a lot of fun!

But until then

I have to capture you

Since you're a human

[SANS and STELLINY]

But what you're trying to do is become her friend.

[PAPYRUS]

Both of you! Stop messing up my number with incidental letters!

[SANS and STELLINY]

We thought what we said sounded pretty good.

[PAPYRUS]

Well, I thought that didn't sound like something I would say.

And that's the worst thing you ever said!

[SANS and STELLINY]

Oh, then forgive us.

[PAPYRUS]

Okay, guys. I forgive you now. Let's go! Let's enjoy Grillby's!

[SANS and STELLINY]

Hey, Paps...

The girl is still here. And the music is still playing. We're pretty sure that means the song didn't end.

[PAPYRUS]

Oopsie doopsie! I completely forgot about that! HUMAN! Get ready for my second attack verse!

You can do anything

If you want it hard enough and determined enough

Undyne says that, and she's very strong and determined!

So I look up to and copy her style!

And that's why I'll be the best and most awesome future royal guard

Or at least one who's in training to be one

Though it's taking a while...

But when that's over, we can be friends

And you'll see how a royal guard has immense amounts of fun!

Where are you going, human?

We're supposed to be fighting!

Why do you think this song ended?

Oh, I knew it, guys.

Not even the human respects me.

[SANS and STELLINY]

Listen bro, that's not true. A lot of people like you.

[PAPYRUS]

How do they know?

[SANS and STELLINY]

The underground network has, like, a million versions of this song. Here's one now. Press play, boys!

[PAPYRUS]

Guys, this is—

[SANS and STELLINY]

Yep. Blow 'em away, bro! Show that you're bad ass and a backbone breaker!

[PAPYRUS]

Come on then, human, let's see if you can keep up

With the greatest and coolest Papyrus right now for real.

It won't be easy, you'll have to really work

Unlike my lazy brothers at their posts!

[SANS and STELLINY]

Hey!!!

[PAPYRUS]

You're doing a great job so far, little human

But since I'm a skeleton, I'm not getting tired at all.

Okay, maybe I'm losing some breath

But not as much as you, wait, be careful! Don't fall!

This is the longest a human has lasted against me—

[SANS and STELLINY]

That's because you haven't met her yet.

[PAPYRUS]

So maybe we can take a little, well-deserved break

And lie down for a while?

NO! Papyrus never rests!

I fooled you, human! Papyrus doesn't do things with his eyes closed and snoring!

[SANS and STELLINY]

Hey bro, what you're saying is called sleeping—

[PAPYRUS]

They bring out the great backup dancers!

Stop right there, human, listen to me

I'm the great, coolest Papyrus, and you can never be free!

I'll keep you here, held captive by riddles and puzzles

Unless you want to leave, and you ask me very nicely!

You can do anything if you want it hard enough and determined enough

And we know we've got what it takes, we've got heart and big dreams, we've got pride!

Undyne might be upset, but I don't care

Because I finally made a new friend, or at least I tried really hard!

So if you want to make a new, great, cool friend

Get ready to have fun, because I know we're going to have a blast.

Just like it seems you were ready for this battle!

Because I'm almost out of letters and I'm almost done.

What did you say? Do you want to be my friend?

[SANS and STELLINY]

Word-a-broadly Sanskrit we knew would happen.

[PAPYRUS]

GUYS, JUST STOP WITH THE PUNS!

Today is a great day, I have a new friend, and she's a human!

[SANS and STELLINY]

We knew you'd make friends with one.

[the-great-papyru]

Their Name is Chara.

It was a beautiful day for a picnic. Or at least, that was what Frisk had claimed right before making sandwiches, grabbing a cloth, snagging some silverware from the kitchen drawer, shoveling them all into a bag and dragging Flowey off to what they claimed to be “the coolest park in all of Ebott.”

Who had made them the Ebott expert anyway?

Granted, they had lived on the surface for much longer than any living monster, save Toriel, Asgore, Gerson, and some of the other Human-Monster War veterans. Even so, they weren’t exactly observant, much preferring to get wherever they were going as fast as they could with no regards to scenery until they reached their destination. Deep analysis and thorough observation, that was Flowey’s style. How could Frisk possibly learn anything the way they were rushing around? Flowey wondered where that straightforward, no-hesitation attitude had been back when they were in the Underground. Watching them stop to talk to every single monster they encountered then call Papyrus and Undyne in every single room had been nothing short of infuriating.

Not that he hadn’t been any worse once upon a time, but he had no reason to rush, no goal to strive towards. The barrier was an impenetrable blockade for him. That was some sort of excuse.

Now they were bringing that forceful spirit with them as they rushed through the streets of the small city monsterkind now called a home, hurrying along the fastest route as if the devil himself was hot on their trail. Flowey, of course, had been roped into joining them simply because they had no one else to go with. He was deeply regretting his decision to accept their offer of a ride as he looped his roots through the basket spokes, hanging on for his dear life—or whatever was left of it anyway.

The scenery flashed by, melting into a blur of gray on gray, punctuated only by the brief flashes of green from a tree on a street corner, trying in vain to add a bit of color to the dull city. The hum of chatter from people conversing on street corners and outside shops filled the air alongside the faint hum of car engines as the vehicles rushed by. Frisk dodged swiftly around monsters and humans alike, jolting Flowey at every sharp turn. 

As they ran towards the center of the city, trees—or rather the green smudges Flowey thought were trees—became more common. Frisk slowed to a stop, allowing Flowey to speak.

“What, did you get sick of running?”

“Tired…” they managed, panting.

“Here’s a thought,” Flowey said snidely, “Maybe if you hadn’t sprinted the entire way, you wouldn’t be tired.”

“Maybe… but… we got here… sooner,” they said between gasps for breath.

“I don’t see why you have to rush everywhere. It’s bad enough that you dragged me out here without you zooming around like you're on one of Hotland’s conveyor belts. You get to live in an enormous world, and your entire city is half the size of the Underground. You could at least appreciate it.”

“Why are you… complaining? We’re… here, aren’t we?”

Flowey turned around. To his right was a bunch of trees—oak, fir, spruce, birch, all sorts—stretching at least two blocks in either direction. A small gap in the tree line marked the opening to a dirt path. What he could see inside the park mostly consisted of well-maintained green grass dotted with some kind of yellow flower. And beside the beginning of the path, a sign read “Georgina Abbott memorial park.”

Georgina Abbot. Flowey had no idea why, but somehow that name stuck out to him. It sounded familiar, like he’d heard it before. Maybe someone had told it to him? But where could he have heard the name of a human?

Before he could ponder it further, Frisk caught their breath and headed into the park, this time at a reasonable pace. Seemingly feeling talkative, they attempted to start a conversation.

“Have you ever been on a picnic before?”

“No. How could I? It’s not exactly easy to picnic when you’re trapped under a mountain. Thanks for that, by the way.”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t send you down there.”

“You didn’t help us get free for the last thousand years, either. If we had gotten the human souls faster, monsterkind wouldn’t be trapped underground for those thousands of years.”

“Sorry for not dying quicker,” they deadpanned. “Why is it that you always turn the subject to blame? I was just trying to make conversation.”

Flowey looked away, trying to think of a response. “Humans could have at least—” Flowey’s gaze drifted downwards toward the grass along either side of the path and he froze. His comeback died in his throat. He stared blankly at the yellow flowers covering the otherwise typical park grass. Any other thoughts faded out of his mind. The flowers were everywhere. Coating the ground. He couldn’t breathe.

He heard Frisk’s voice as if coming from the opposite end of a tunnel.

“Flowey? Flowey! Are you okay? What is it?”

Buttercups. Hundreds upon thousands, all over the entire park. Sprouting up throughout, little splotches of yellow, probably nothing more than a beautiful display to any human passing by. Coating the ground. He even caught the tiniest hint of an aroma drifting from them, filling the air. He felt sick. He’d never seen so many in one place before, not since—

“Flowey!”

Their voice jolted him from his numb stupor.

He didn’t need them worrying. He needed to act calm.

“Yeah?”

“What was that? You zoned out there for a second. More than zoned out, you looked… scared.”

Flowey didn’t respond. They followed his gaze to the buttercups on the ground.

“What got you so spooked? It’s just a bunch of flowers. You’re a flower, right? You should know these are nothing to be scared of. This sounds like something you should be telling me, if anything. What kind of flowers are these anyway? They look kind of like buttercu…” They trailed off. They must have remembered those tapes in Alphys’ old lab. Flowey ought to have hidden them. “Oh.”

Flowey remained silent.

“Hey, we don’t have to have our picnic here. Ebott has other parks, we can visit those ones. If you don’t want to stay here, I completely understand.”

So they thought he was a coward? He wasn’t weak. Sure, he didn’t want to go on a picnic, and this wasn’t exactly an enjoyable environment for him, but if Frisk thought he was going to admit that then they were an idiot. So he grit his teeth, looked up and said, as casually as he could, “This place is fine.” It still came out a little forced, and they didn’t look completely convinced, but they kept walking forward and Flowey counted that as a win.

He was no coward. And it was just a couple of flowers.

They turned off the path and onto the grass, trampling flowers beneath their feet. A small ways away from the path, they sat down the basket allowing Flowey to clamber off it and root himself in the grass-covered soil. Frisk pulled out the cloth and laid it out on the ground. They grabbed the sandwiches—magic, or course—that they’d made for the picnic.

“I made peanut butter and jelly,” they said, sliding a sandwich toward him. “Those are made from plants—that’s not cannibalism for you, is it?”

“Of course not,” he scoffed, before realizing he didn’t actually know. In the end, he decided it probably wasn’t. It was monster food, after all, so it was made mostly of magic. He wouldn’t be able to eat it otherwise.

Fortunately, the plant life in the park was useful for one thing and Flowey could use the flowers’ roots as simple vines, acting as appendages so he could actually eat mostly normally.

Flowey tried to keep his vision away from the ground and consequently ended up fixing his gaze on Frisk. As far as humans went they were about average. Their plain, straight brown hair looked like they had cut it themself—they probably had, come to think of it. Their eyes were perpetually squinted to the effect that it looked like they were always staring at the sun. The very peculiar thing about them, however, was their skin, which was toned at an almost yellow color. When asked about it, they’d said it was some kind of genetic alteration, and that it was normal for humans. Flowey wasn’t sure about the former, but from just looking at humans he could tell that the latter was true.

Frisk attempted to make conversation. Yet another thing that had changed about them from when they were in the Underground; down there they had almost never spoken except after being asked a question or when they were ACTing.

Unfortunately, in grasping for a conversation topic they stumbled upon one Flowey would rather never talk about again.

“So, God of Hyperdeath. Back in the Underground. What was up with that?” They cut him off before he could answer. “And don’t try to change the topic either. Or lie! I’m curious.”

After running through multiple possible scenarios, Flowey deduced that answering honestly was the only option. Frisk seemed completely adamant on getting an honest answer.

“It was… Asriel’s creation.” Catching a glimpse of Frisk’s impatient face, Flowey could tell that answer would not suffice. So he sighed and continued. “He and Chara would make up these stories. There would always be a hero and a villain, and they’d battle. Asriel would pout unless he was the hero. Fortunately for him, Chara would always let him be the good guy. And they’d always play the villain.” He laughed mirthlessly. “Funny how the opposite turned out to be true, huh?” Seeing Frisk’s face, Flowey continued. “Anyway, Asriel eventually created this whole character. Apparently being just plain Asriel wasn’t enough for him. No, he had to be the God of Hyperdeath.”

A look of confusion shone clearly on Frisk’s face. “If you hate that creation so much, why did you choose to take that form? You had godlike power, right?”

Flowey hesitated. “I… wanted to show off to Chara. Or, no, you. I only thought you were Chara. But I… I thought it would be like old times, you know? I thought, maybe, if we played the same way we always had… they wouldn’t want to leave me again.” 

He bit his tongue. That was much more than he’d wanted to share. Flowey quickly tore a chunk out of his sandwich and swallowed, keeping his mouth occupied to avoid spilling any more rotten vulnerability. The healing magic flowed through him, but he didn’t have a soul anyway nor any wounds, so it didn’t actually affect him in any tangible way.

Something came to him. “Where did you even hear that name, anyway?”

“I must have heard you say it during the battle,” Frisk said a little too quickly.

Flowey let it slide. He couldn’t remember the battle perfectly; he might have mentioned the name and had just forgotten. In any case, he didn’t want to talk about it any more than he had to.

Flowey devoured his entire sandwich in a matter of seconds. The sooner he was done, the sooner he could leave, right? He didn’t want to talk with Frisk. He didn’t want to stay in this buttercup-covered park. He didn’t want to relive any more memories. He’d still have to wait for Frisk, though, wouldn’t he? Well, as long as they were eating they at least wouldn’t bother him.

He looked up and saw, to his amazement, that they had already finished their sandwich. They’d already packed up everything on the blanket, too. “Ready to go?” they asked him, either oblivious to their impressive consumption abilities or, more likely, just being obnoxious.

Flowey simply nodded, and they folded up the blanket. Flowey latched himself once again onto the basket. Despite the neck-breaking speed of Frisk’s running, Flowey didn’t know the city’s layout well enough to burrow safely, and he had no desire to be stepped on by some unaware human. So the basket it was.

Frisk immediately started walking along the path in the opposite direction of the tree line and the exit.

Flowey turned to them. “Frisk. Did you forget the way out or something? And you’re supposed to be the Ebott expert.”

“I have something I want to show you,” they replied simply.

Flowey’s curiosity grew somewhat, but he responded with a veneer of indifference. “It better not be more flowers.”

“It’s not,” Frisk said. “This park is named after a human girl, Georgina Abbott, who—well, I’m not sure exactly what the details are, but I think she went missing around 201X. Her parents must have been rich, or or something, because they made a huge statue of her right in the middle of the park. I think it was a sort of warning against heading to Mount Ebott. It’s a pretty good thing I didn’t listen, huh?”

Frisk kept talking, but Flowey ignored them. Georgina Abbott… that name was still so familiar to Flowey, and yet he still could not place it. But where could he possibly have heard a human name? Maybe in a book he’d found in the Waterfall garbage dump? A lot of human stuff fell from there, so it wasn’t out of the question. But that just didn’t seem right…

“Anyway,” Frisk continued, “I figure even if you don’t like parks, or nature, or people, or anything really,”—they shot him a pointed look—“maybe you can still appreciate art!”

Flowey considered it. Either way, they were going to take him, so there was no real point in argufying. And besides, he’d become curious. Maybe seeing this statue would help him figure out where he’d heard that name. After a few moments’ pause he responded “Okay.”

Frisk strolled onward with a smile. As they neared the center of the park, the flowers became more and more populous, eventually crowding the grass, clumping together in thick patches where no green was visible behind the bright yellow. Flowey looked straight forward. Just because he wasn’t scared of the flowers didn’t mean he had to look at them. The dirt path beneath Frisk’s feet gave way to chipped cobblestone, and Flowey spotted an iron fence they passed through. Frisk’s footsteps abruptly stopped. Flowey looked up, expecting to see some boring piece of metal idiotic humans probably speculated over.

He did not.

The plaza itself was ordinary. Just plain gray cobblestones, slowly crumbing, surrounded by a short iron fence. Nothing special. The kind of plaza you’d expect to see any old statue on. But there, in the center, stood a statue of a human child, maybe nine or ten at most, hair trimmed short with messy bangs and topped with a crown of fresh golden flowers, wearing a dress of all things and standing on a pedestal reading “Commemorating the life and death of Georgina Abbott, 200X-201X.”

It clicked.

“Your parents were not exactly creative namers, you know.”

“What do you mean?”

“They just took half of each of their names and smashed them together.”

Asriel paused for a moment to work it out, then gasped.

“You’re right!”

“Of course I’m right. I am… your older sibling after all, correct? It’s my job to be right.”

…

“Where’d you get your name from, then?”

“My name?”

“You know, Chara! How’d your parents choose that name?”

They tensed, picking out their words carefully. “My… parents… did not choose that name.”

“Oh. Who chose it, then?”

“I did.”

He gasped again. “Really? You can do that?”

They merely shrugged in response.

“Maybe I should choose a new name! How about… Starslayer Moondragon?”

Chara brought their hand to their mouth, forcing back a laugh.

“Hey, it’s not that bad, is it?” He sighed. “…I-I like Asriel Dreemurr better anyways.”

“It suits you.”

Asriel smiled proudly. “It does. Still, it’s pretty cool your parents let you choose your own name!”

Their smile faded at the edges. They hesitated. “It was not… my original name.”

“What was?”

Chara paused, contemplative. “It was…”

“Flowey, it’s just a statue,” Frisk said, a tone of concern threaded through their voice. “You’re glaring at it like it killed your mother or something. Maybe calm down a bit? I get it, the statue’s kinda ugly and you don’t like it. Kinda figured that would be your reaction. But you look like you’re planning a murder. You’re scaring me a little.”

“You really don’t see it?” Frisk and Flowey were both caught off guard by the tremor in Flowey’s voice. He coughed to disguise it. “Either you’re acting oblivious, which is unlikely, or you’re just too plain stupid to recognize it.”

“I don’t under—”

“Of course you don’t. Even though you saw those memories—and you did see those memories, didn’t you?—you still can’t recognize them.”

“Recognize who? Come on, you’re not making any sense. It’s nothing to get this upset about.”

“Really? It’s nothing? Who are you to say it’s nothing? You don’t even recognize them. Even some monster who’s probably never seen them must have recognized them!” Flowey used a root to gesture with perhaps a bit more force than was strictly necessary towards the flower crown adorning the statue’s scalp.

Frisk’s eyes widened as they seemed to finally come to a realization. “Asriel—”

“You’ve got to be joking. Are you going to call them Georgina now, too?”

“I didn’t mean—”

“Didn’t you?”

Frisk bit their tongue.

“I can’t believe you humans sometimes,” Flowey said, voice cold as ice.

“But—” Frisk said softly, “this was built to honor their memory, wasn’t it? Even if it’s a bit… inaccurate… isn’t it nice that their parents had this whole statue built for them?”

“Chara told me… a bit about their life before they met me. Not a lot, but enough to give me the picture that their ‘parents’ weren’t the kinds of people to spend money getting a statue built for anyone. Especially not Chara. No, I’ll bet they had no hand in the making of this statue. I’ll bet you this was no more than a fear tactic. You yourself said it was supposed to be a deterrent to anyone trying to climb Mt. Ebott. Now why do you think that was?” Flowey didn’t let Frisk answer. “Because a monster had come down from the mountain. Because they didn’t want any humans interacting with monsters. It was never about Chara in the first place.”

Frisk narrowed their eyes, seeming to regain their voice. “So you’re upset because the humans in Ebott wanted to keep people from falling down a mountain to their deaths.”

Flowey hesitated. He wanted to argue that Chara’s death hadn’t been the monsters’ fault, that the deaths of the humans that fell had been justified. Before Frisk, he would have immediately declared that any human deserved to die. But after knowing them and knowing Chara, it was hard to believe all humans were truly deserving of death. “Okay, maybe… maybe the humans were right in warning people away from the mountain. But they had no right to use Chara as a figurehead. You don’t know how much they loved monsterkind. They would have hated this statue. Painting monsters as villains… Warning people away from the only place Chara called home… It’s like spitting on their memory. And the statue itself, its pose, the dress—they absolutely abhorred dresses—the whole thing paints them as some kind of angel, a martyr for a cause they never believed in.

“And maybe I have no right to say this. It’s not like I haven’t done worse than this, I know I have. But Chara… for all their faults, they don’t deserve this. They don’t deserve to be used.”

Flowey didn’t realize how much he was shaking until he finished talking. He knew he couldn’t feel passion—being soulless tended to do that to you—but talking freely about Chara, he felt something like a righteous passion blazing in him where a soul might otherwise lie. He doubted Frisk would understand. Of course, they would defend humans.

After lengthy pause, Frisk spoke. “As—” They swallowed. “No. Flowey. I get it.”

Flowey waited for the but. It didn’t come.

“It’s really not fair for anyone to use someone, let alone a kid, to support something they would be against. You’re right.”

That was… unexpected.

“And they appreciate it—that is, I’m sure they would appreciate it if they were here.”

There was a long silence. A soft breeze twirled its way throughout the park, rustling the leaves on the trees and causing the grass to sway. It touched the bright yellow petals of the buttercups, lifting off holding their soft scent. It brushed Frisk’s hair and gently set Flowey’s petals dancing.

Frisk looked up at the sun. “Mom’ll have my hide if I’m not back soon.” They held out their basket. “Do you want to…”

Flowey shook his head.

“Right, then. …I’ll be seeing you.”

Flowey heard the sound of their footsteps grow fainter as their walk became a jog and then they were gone, leaving him alone with the statue.

He noted the flower crown still lying crooked on their head. Golden flowers… The story of Chara’s dying wish had spread far across the underground. Clearly a monster had recognized this statue for who it was depicting, and decided to pay Chara some kind of tribute.

The flowers were as false as the statue. Flowey felt a smile crawl onto his face despite himself. Slowly, through a crack in the pavement next to the statue’s base, a buttercup sprouted. It was followed by another and yet another, crowding and piling until the base and the name were entirely covered. Vines dotted with yellow flowers twined across the bronze of the statue, constricting it in some parts.

Greenery and buttercups coated the statue, making it unrecognizable. This would likely be considered an absolute defacement of public art. Even if the plants were removed, it would be destroyed underneath.

Flowey smirked. Now that was proper tribute.

[punsmaster69]

5/APR/20XX

"I DO play with other kids."

"Bunch of us from around the town gather to play kick in the park quite often."

"s'pose that's true."

"jus' wondering if you needed..."

"y'know. 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 kids to hang out with, too."

frisk wordlessly kicked their feet back and forth a few times, bouncing the heel of their sneakers on the dirt.

"Nah."

they gave me a bright smile.

"Monsters are way cooler."

"...alright."

"considering the coolest guy alive is a monster, i can't help agreeing."

"my bro totally turns those tides."

leaning back onto the stairs, they nod their head in agreement.

"though, if you ever changed your mind for some reason-"

"Nope, he's the coolest. No doubting it."

"..about the other humans thing."

"Oh."

"let us know, ok? we'll figure somethin' out."

"..."

"Thank you."

"yeah."

"..also, duck."

"What-?"

a water balloon explodes onto their face, soaking their shirt immediately.

"WHA-"

"SORRY, HUMAN!!"

the coolest monster ever shouts an apology across the yard, bucket piled to the brim with water balloons in his arms.

"I'M not!! NYYAAAGHH!!!"

undyne reaches into the bucket and hurls another balloon at frisk.

they slowly wipe the water from their face.

". . ."

frisk rises, unties the sweater from around their waist, and tosses it on the steps beside me.

they crack their knuckles.

"You're ON."

"Now THAT'S the spirit!!!!"

——

i watch papyrus get pelted with a balloon from behind. yellow petals disappear behind a tree.

"..??"

he grabs a balloon in preparation, looking around confusedly.

the balloon in his hand explodes as another collides into it.

"AGH-?!"

"A SNEAK ATTACK...?"

"FROM WHE-"

water is spilled directly onto his head, no balloons. the skeleton immediately snaps his attention upwards to squint into the trees.

his jaw drops.

"WHAT."

"HUMAN, HOW DID YOU GET- OOOOKAY."

"UNDYNE PLEASE BE CAREFUL AS TO NOT-"

more water drops from the trees like a targeted rainfall.

"HOW MUCH WATER DID YOU MANAGE TO BRING UP THERE?!?!?"

the answer is indeterminate, as another bucket is dumped down. papyrus fails to notice the fluffy lady and yellow dino sneakily passing buckets back and forth to them, hiding partially behind the side of the house.

he continues shouting up at the trees confusedly.

"..."

shrug.

once with a silent "eh, why not?" and another when removing my jacket, then tossing it beside frisk's sweater. i sit upright and take a step down from the porch steps. the next step puts me in front of the hose.

"EEK!"

tori shrieks as i fire the cold water into her back.

"Sans!"

alphys and tori both whip around, caught like deer in headlights.

"𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 it goin'?"

"having fun quad-teaming on my bro?"

"or is flowey part of this?"

a balloon barely misses me, and it definitely wasn't from papyrus, or the two in the tree.

"H-He's..."

"Something."

"sounds about right."

my brother still hasn't noticed, even with the shriek.

"....."

there's almost no hesitation as i spray the hose upwards at the tree.

frisk and undyne shout, and papyrus finally looks this way.

". . . ."

alphys tries to wrestle the hose away from me. after assuring that undyne and frisk return to the ground safely, tori steps in.

i'm picked up off the floor and tucked under her arm like a handbag.

"...hey."

she hands the hose to alphys, who hands the hose to undyne, who fires it at the approaching skeleton.

"THIS ISN'T EVEN A WATER BALLOON FIGHT ANYMORE!!"

disappearing, yellow-petaled sniper strikes again; at frisk this time.

"RAHH! Flowey I'm gonna FIND you and then WATERBOARD you with balloons."

tori adjusts her hold on me.

"There will be no waterboarding your siblings."

"Flowey I'm gonna FIND you and then METAPHORICALLY waterboard you with balloons."

"Better."

frisk runs off to find him.

"can i be freed yet?"

"No."

there's a fight over the hose between papyrus and undyne. alphys is trying to not get caught in the collateral splashing.

"can't hit you with the hose water if they're fighting over it."

"might as well put me down."

"I suppose that is a fair point."

".....so, can i be put down then?"

"..No."

tori quickly carries me through the backdoor of the house while grabbing a small bag set beside the door.

in the kitchen, the bag is placed onto the counter; where she also sits me. in two seconds flat, i'm handed a full water gun, taken back outside, and lifted onto her shoulders.

there's a calamity as we attack, and a scrambling to get their own guns and make a team. a flustered alphys is lifted onto the shoulders of undyne and papyrus. a truly intense water gun war ensues.

——

i'm handed a irritated-looking wet flower.

"blow dryer or rag?"

"Blow dryer."

"ok."

toriel rubs a towel over frisk's head, as they grip a towel around their shoulders.

the door stands open while undyne and papyrus attempt to shake the water off themselves like dogs on the porch.

"probably gonna have to dump your pot out."

"root rot'll getcha otherwise."

"It won't 'get me'. It isn't a creature."

"do you know that?"

"..."

"don't you know what root rot really is?"

"It-"

"the root rot goes after rotten flowers."

"creeping and seeping in, slowly but surely..."

"infecting and decaying you from the inside-"

toriel gives me a look.

"Sans, please stop trying to scare Flowey."

"just warning him."

"It's NOT a creature!"

"Y-You're tracking water still, Sans."

sure enough, slipper-shaped puddles by my feet.

"whoops."

"Let me get him."

alphys hands me a towel and nods to the hair dryer i'm currently aiming at the flower.

"ok."

i glance to undyne and papyrus again. the rattling of his bones is aggressive.

"still gotta change clothes, bro."

"you too, undyne."

"Damn."

"DARN."

"Er- Yeah. Darn."

"WASN'T THAT WHAT YOU SAID?"

"No, I-"

"Uhh, yeah!"

"Yeah."

"It totally was."

——

undyne lifts an almost-asleep alphys up to pack home.

toriel helps make sure frisk and flowey are sorted for going to bed.

papyrus stands with mettaton (who showed up to accompany alphys) outside the front door as he excitedly recollects the events of our day to him.

i tiredly zone out.

last thing i remember is gettin' carried.

[enigma020]

If you have time can you pls draw asriel x fuko fire or papyrus x red from noveltale

I GOTCHU bud! :D

Okay, Exhibit No. 1:

NOVEL!Papyrus X NOVEL!Red/Lara!

By far, one of the COOLEST concept designs I’ve ever made for NOVEL!Papyrus, by the way. One of my favorite designs for a character since it’s a combined mix of both Pre-Noveltale Papyrus’ sentry armor and Noveltale Papyrus’ Royal Guard armor. I mean, JUST LOOK AT THAT BLASTER HELM AIN’T THAT COOL? :D NOVEL!Red/Lara’s design, on the other hand, was inspired by Epictale’s Red/Lara and the original Undertale Red.

Their ship dynamic was simple. Back in either 2018 or 2019, when I first saw and watched Undertale Red, I had this thought. What if Red/Lara, a Royal Guard, trained Papyrus, a sentry, in secret and developed during training? And at the time, Zachary still had the role of the second fallen human adopted by Gaster and was a member of the Bone Brothers. Given the opportunity to do so, I chose to let Zachary help arrange some stuff so that the two could actually form a really close connection, eventually giving better character growth between the two. Now, those thoughts alone were a stupid reason to ship the two still, I know- But a few months, if not an entire year later, I came across a BUNCH of fanart of the two in the internet, making me realize that the thought might actually not matter at all since a lot of people were shipping em too-

And then 2020 came, I finally, FINALLY got myself a Tumblr account and found Yugo’s Tumblr, I continued to read their Epictale comics, specifically the remake and oh boy I GOT REAL HOOKED AGAIN LIKE HOW I FIRST DID WHEN I SAW THE OLD ONE IN LIKE GOOGLE BACK WHEN I WAS A FIRST YEAR HIGHSCHOOL BOY :D- and then I continued working on how to improve on character growth for the two. And just right before I cancelled the AU, I did plan to make it so that Papyrus was a Royal Trainee and Red/Lara was a Royal Guard, trained by Undyne and gets along with the Royal Hounds (The dogs) like in the original Undertale Red lore.

The final idea was that she would assist him through both Snowdin and Waterfall Patrols, often helping her with hers as well. And then they develop through time and then- y’all get the point-

Anyway, ONTO EXHIBIT 2, also known as the last exhibit for today:

NOVEL!Asriel Dreemurr X NOVEL!Fuku Fire!

Their concept was simple. It all came from three crucial thoughts. (There were more, but let’s focus on just the three crucial ones-)

“What if Asriel and Chara lived?” “How would Asriel’s childhood life had gone if he had survived with Chara.” “What would’ve Asriel’s relationship be with Fuku if they had met?” Now of course, I made headcanons for that-

Basically, two childhood best friends who developed while growing up, bonus that they both have the same magic, fire magic. Chara would’ve been there to witness it all happen, being the first person to see the two develop a very deep friendship, and eventually develop feelings for one another and they would’ve also been there to help Asriel in finally getting him to tell her that he likes her and to make him realize that she likes him too.

In the earlier version of Pre-Noveltale, AKA Histale, Zachary would’ve been the second human ally for the Royal family. He would’ve been one of Asriel’s best friends too who’d try to find Asriel a girlfriend while growing up together in the underground.

Not gonna lie, I bet the kid would be real happy if he knew that, even though I cancelled it in the end, Asriel finally got one after 8 years of the AU’s development 🥹

[radsee]

Hello.. drop some greaser lore?? 🥺🙏

this is some greaser au specific lore

greaser sans is not in any sort of gang, as you may have guessed. but if asked, he would say he's in a two man gang with his brother papyrus.

his brother HEAVILY disagrees with the label because, in his words, "YOU NEED MORE THAN TWO CATS TO FORM A GANG!!" sans, of course, would only reply, "but we're skeletons, not cats" which would piss his brother off even more.

but it's really the only way he's able to encourage his brother in his endeavor in becoming ONE OF THE COOLEST CATS after being rejected by THE coolest cat in the underground: Undyne.

not that he really wants papyrus to join her gang. i mean, she's pretty vicious. that gal is always playing some type of dangerous game. but is she really just trying to keep up with her reputation or is she trying to get someone's attention?

[minusshift]

MinusShift - Coral Highways Main Cast

Frisk - 8th Fallen human, carries the red soul trait, with a little differential on it. They're very clumsy.

Initial equipment :

Umbrella - Your only piece from home. Can't be unequipped.

Band-Aid - Sticky. It is double-faced, while on inventory can be used to restore 10 HP.

Galah - Three beings for the price of one! They want to be the coolest on the underground . . . You're an obstacle.

Undyne - Vice president and commander of the underground military. Her mission is coordinate everyone to take your soul. Don't feed a shark by hand.

Dummy - An authentic training dummy. The middle part of it's body rotates, being able to attack you in battle.

Asriel - Problematic teenager, but with a good heart. Goes to the Coral Highways to help his father with flower deliveries.

(YES ASRIEL GOT A REMAKE ON HIS DESIGN!)

[youracebuddy]

A (Platonic) Spaghetti Date With Papyrus

~

It had been a eventful week ever since the monsters had escaped from the underground, and gotten settled into their much needed home. And, by some crazy coincidence, they all ended up being taken under the wing of the same apartment complex that you lived in. It did make sense, as the owner was a very heartfelt and gentle person. It was a pleasant surprise to hear that they would all be living in the same place that you were, and even more so to see just how wonderful they all were.

‘Monsters’ doesn’t feel like a very fitting term for them, as they all are truly unique, talented, and loving creatures that you had instantly grown attached to. A motherly goat named ‘Toriel’ who you had baked many a pies with, a sweet, nerdy lizard named ‘Alphys’ who ranted to you about anime, a strong, spunky fish named ‘Undyne’ who helped you learn how to wield a SWORD of all things, and countless more. But, there was one that stuck out to you in particular. There was a skeleton named ‘Sans’ who constantly joked, and was overall a chill guy. You had instantly hit it off with him, and often found yourself sticking by his side. You couldn’t help it- you had a massive crush on him found him fun to be around.

During said time, you had heard him mention his brother ‘Papyrus’ a fair amount. He wanted you to meet him, as he is the coolest guy he knows. You decided to take him up on his offer, as you wanted to get closer to him, and knowing his family was a great way to do so. Besides, if everything goes well, you might also make a friend along the way! You were pulled out of your thoughts when sans’ familiar voice rang through the hall, bringing you back to the present.

You had agreed to meet Papyrus today, and sans had led you back to their shared apartment for the two of you to properly meet. “so, here’s me and pap’s apartment. it should be your first time seeing it, so it would be great if you could pardon any mess.” You quickly nodded at his words, understanding completely why it might be messy in the first place. Sans reached out and rang the doorbell, and in what felt like a flash, the door swung wide open. It revealed a lanky skeleton in its wake, sporting a wide smile and festive costume.

He let out a dramatic gasp at the sight of you, as if he didn’t believe that his brother managed to finally bring you to meet him. He spoke, his smile only growing by the second. “OH, HUMAN! IVE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT YOU FROM MY FRIENDS, AND ITS WONDERFUL TO FINALLY MEET YOU!” His voice loud yet unthreatening. “COME, LET’S NOT WASTE ANY TIME!” He declared, soon leading you back in the apartment with him. Despite the two of them only moving in recently, their home was practically spotless, apart from a strange pile of socks in one corner. It was filled to the brim with warmth, and was a great documentation of their personalities.

Your observation came to a halt when Papyrus paused his steps, throwing out his arm to gesture to the kitchen. “AS TRADITION WHEN I MEET A NEW FRIEND, WE SHALL ENGAGE IN THE GREATEST BONDING ACTIVITY THERE IS: MAKING SPAGHETTI!” As soon as he finished speaking, he gently nudged you into the kitchen, and rushed over to the cabinets. “FIRST, WE MUST PREPARE THE INGREDIENTS. HUMAN, PLEASE GET THE SPAGHETTI SAUCE OUT OF THE CABINETS WHEN I SEARCH FOR THE NOODLES.” He ordered, which you quickly obliged to.

You decided to look underneath the closest cabinet first, which was underneath the sink. When you propped it open, you were met with a cartoonish, white dog, happily snoozing away with a bone in its paws. Deciding not to question how it got there, you moved on to the next one. It was filled to the brim with ketchup bottles, with the amount of ketchup left in them varying. Now praying that you wouldn’t waste any more time, you opened one last cabinet. Luckily, it had exactly what you needed! More than enough, to be exact; it was almost as if sans and papyrus lived strictly off of spaghetti and ketchup.

You decided to not ask of the fact, and grabbed the amount of sauce that you usually used in your recipe. When Papyrus saw that you had only grabbed one jar, his expression filled with confusion. “FRIEND, WHY DID YOU ONLY GRAB ONE JAR? BACK IN THE UNDERGROUND, WE ALWAYS USED ENOUGH TO COVER THE NOODLES COMPLETELY!” He asked, which made you return his same misunderstanding. “You used enough to cover all of the pasta? In my family’s recipe, we usually only use one.” After a moment of consideration, his smile remained, now even wider than before. “WELL, I HAVE YET TO TRY OUT SPAGHETTI THAT WAY! HOW ABOUT WE USE YOUR RECIPE THIS TIME?”

“That sounds good with me!” You spoke, holding up a hand to give him a high-five in affirmation. He seemed to be giddy at the opportunity, and was fast to return the high-five. You couldn’t help but smile just a bit more at the sight, as his joyous and upbeat mood was incredibly infectious. With a skip in his step, he went off to fetch a pot and water. When he returned, you set it on the stove, and turned up the heat to boiling. In the meantime while waiting for it to boil, you turned back to Papyrus to see if he had any questions. He did. “SO, YOU DON’T TURN UP THE TEMPERATURE ALL THE WAY AS WELL. INTERESTING!” He chimed, seemingly intrigued at the thought. “WE JUST TURNED IT UP ALL THE WAY, SO IT WOULD COOK FASTER!”

“Well, that certainly may work, but my family prefers to take our time while baking.” With the water up to a boil, you carefully poured in the raw noodles. After getting them all in the pot, you made sure to fold them all in, and occasionally stir and scrape the pot. You glanced over to papyrus once more to see if anything was new, but he seemed to know exactly what you were doing. Despite his unique cooking methods, he still seemed to know his way around making spaghetti. To fill the silence as the noodles cooked, you decided to bring up how much you loved their house interior. “By the way, I absolutely love how you decorated this place! It’s simple and homey, but bursting at the seams with personality. I might have to invite you two over to help with my apartment sometime!”

“WHY, THANK YOU FRIEND! IM TRULY FLATTERED TO KNOW THAT SOMEONE ELSE CAN UNDERSTAND THE AMOUNT OF WORK THAT I PUT IN TO DESIGNING THIS PLACE. BUT, IT’S SO ANNOYING TO HAVE-“ “The pile of socks? Did Sans do that?” Papyrus simply sighed and nodded. “YES, HE DID. FOR SOME REASON, MY LAZY BROTHER LOVES TO LEAVE HIS SOCKS AROUND THE HOUSE. HE WON’T CLEAN IT UP, NO MATTER HOW MUCH I ASK!” He cried, clearly tired from having to deal with this for so long. You didn’t even have to ask why he didn’t want to pick them up himself- it was clear it was a sibling thing.

You pondered over his situation for a moment, before speaking up. “Well… what if I ask him to do that? We get along pretty well, so maybe he’ll listen to me?” Papyrus nodded, sighing yet again. “…WELL, IT’S WORTH A SHOT.” With his approval, you turned away from your spaghetti to call out to Sans. “Hey, sans?” “yeah?” “Can you pick up your socks?” “oh, sure.” You then turned back to Papyrus, a smug expression on your face. It was quickly wiped away when you saw just how shocked Papyrus was, looking at you as if you had just said that the sky was green. You worried that his jaw would physically fall off if he opened it any further.

“Uh… Papyrus? Is everything okay?” He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed you by the shoulders, his eyes filled with glee. “HUMAN. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!” He attempted to whisper, barely keeping his excitement down. “….No?” He only got more excited from your answer, trying to conceal his giggles but failing horribly. “SANS ONLY LISTENS TO PEOPLE HE CARES ABOUT, BUT HE STILL WON’T DO A LOT OF THINGS FOR US. IF HE’S WILLING TO PICK UP HIS SOCKS FOR YOU, HE MUST BE REALLY FOND OF YOU!”

Your own mood multiplied tenfold at his words, and you didn’t even have to look at a mirror to know that there was a giant smile painted across your face. You had to bite down on your tongue to stop yourself from giggling like a schoolgirl, forcing your brain to remember the task at hand: spaghetti.

You turned back to the boiling noodles, which luckily seemed to be just about done. You put all of your focus into not shaking with sheer joy, not wanting your feelings to get in the way of your meal. Ignoring Papyrus’ continued giggles at how terrible you were at hiding your euphoria, you carefully picked up the pot, and separated the boiling water from the cooked noodles. With the main part of the dish done, the rest was a breeze to get through.

with the help of papyrus for time’s sake, you dished up a serving of spaghetti for you, Papyrus, and Sans, giving each a healthy amount of sauce and parmesan cheese. Now, all you needed was a taste tester. You called out to Sans once more, with Papyrus waiting eagerly at your side. “Sans, would you like to be the first one to make the spaghetti that me and Papyrus made?” “sure.” Before you could ask him to come to the kitchen, he suddenly materialized in front of the two of you with a small thunk . You stared at him in amazement, glancing over to papyrus to see if he knew what was going on.

“OH? THAT’S JUST SANS BEING LAZY! YOU WOULD HAVE THOUGHT BE WOULD USE HIS MAGIC TO BE PRODUCTIVE, BUT INSTEAD, WE GET THIS.” “… Good to know. ” You mumbled. Shifting your attention back to Sans, you reached out and gingerly pushed a plate towards him. “Here. It will probably taste a bit different from papyrus’s spaghetti, as it’s my own recipe. But, he did help me with making it!” You explained, feeling your heart tighten in anxiety. You knew that Sans wasn’t exactly a picky eater, and he probably didn’t care how it would taste, but you still hoped that he would enjoy it.

Sans took a nearby fork and spoon, scooped up a large heaping of spaghetti, and brought it in front of his teeth. A moment later, the food on his fork vanished. You quickly stopped your brain from trying to figure out how on earth that worked, not wanting to confuse yourself even further. A few seconds ticked by, and sans’ expression suddenly lit up like the sun appearing from behind a cloud. “its… good. ” He whispered, his smile widening in surprise. He happily started to shovel the rest into his mouth, not caring the least about table manners.

You let out a stifled laugh at the sight, overjoyed that he loved it so much. You stepped back from him and turned to papyrus, who was slowly shaking his head in disapproval at the sight. You gestured to his own plate, wanting to see his reaction to eating it as well. He looked away from his brother and nodded at you, picking back up his own plate and politely taking a bite of his own. He immediately slammed the plate back down, with such force that it was nothing short of a miracle that it didn’t break.

His expression was filled with a cartoonish sort of shock and joy, which warmed your heart to the very core. He turned his whole body to you, and pulled you into a bone-shattering hug. “HUMAN! WHY, THIS IS THE BEST SPAGHETTI THAT I EVER HAD! HOW ON EARTH ARE YOU NOT A PROFESSIONAL CHEF?!” He shouted, his eyes shimmering with pride. You spoke in a wheeze, bringing a hand up to weakly pat him on the back.

“I-It’s just a hobby that I have, but thank you so much for trying it! B-But… can you please be a bit more gentle?…” Papyrus immediately loosened his grip at your words, his head falling down in apology. “OH, IM SO SORRY FRIEND! I FORGET HOW DELICATE HUMANS CAN BE SOMETIMES.” He sighed, searching your expression for forgiveness. When it was instantly found, his bubbly personality bubbled back up to the surface. “NOW, LETS BAKE EVERYTHING THAT WE CAN!” “Oh, HELL YEAH!” You cheered, bolting back into the kitchen alongside him. The air was filled with laughter, and in that moment, you knew that you made a friend for a lifetime.

…

“You know, you really weren’t lying about your brother being cool!” You spoke, your joyful words echoing down the long hallways of the apartment complex. You had ended up baking the whole day with Papyrus, and quickly learned how pleasant he was to be around. “He really does know a lot about cooking, but he’s a bit intense while doing so. I mean, I can’t blame him for it at all when he had Undyne as his teacher. But hopefully he’ll adapt to more precise ways with time!”

“hey, if it means i can have more of your food, feel free to cook for us anytime. it’ll help papy too.” sans spoke, shooting you a playful smile. You responded with a chorus of giggles, flattered that he loved your cooking so much. “I’m happy to have you two over anytime, whether it be for a meal or snack! You can also just stop by to say hi too, you know.” “really? thanks, pal. its awfully nice of you to do that for little old me and my brother.” He spoke, his perma-smile widening further.

“Aw, you’re cool too! Your puns are funny, you’re really relaxed, and you offered to walk me back to my apartment!” You chimed in, gently pushing against his untrue claim. He laughed in response, fondly shaking his head. “whatever you say, pal.” He mumbled, looking around to see if your apartment was in sight. Luckily, it appeared to be just a couple of steps away. He stopped in place, and gestured to it with a small tilt of his skull. “well, there’s your apartment. goodnight.” And without a second thought, he turned back around on his heels and prepared to teleport back to Papyrus.

But before he could vanish, you rushed towards him and wrapped him in a gentle hug from behind. “Hang on just a moment, please! I gave your brother plenty of hugs today, so it’s only fair if I give you one as well.” You whispered, wanting him to not be left out. He froze in surprise, as being hugged was clearly the one thing he did not expect from the day. After a moment of silence between the two of you, he turned around, and silently returned the embrace. He let out a sigh that was barely above a whisper, not at all surprised by your shenanigans.

“… im going to be in for a lot now that you’re friends with papy, huh?” “You betcha.” You mumbled in response, holding him close for a heartbeat longer before letting go. “I’ll see you around, my bone-friend.” “heh. you too, kiddo.” And with that, he vanished off into the night. You stood outside of your apartment for a moment longer, smiling back at the thought of what happened today. When your heart had its fill, you silently slipped back into your apartment to rest for tomorrow. You didn’t know what would happen, but you knew that it was all going to be alright.

~

Hiii!!! Thank you so much for reading this to the end- it means the world to me! 🥹 If you want to read or save this on A03, you can find the link here!

[utdrmv-confession-box]

Transcript: Man isn’t Horrortale Undyne just the COOLEST 🐟

[babbybones]

i feel like it is only a matter of time until i start drawing UTDR characters in a really blatantly toriyama-inspired style/draw undyne and papyrus using kaioken or whatever. im about to have my "kid who thinks dragon ball fights and powered-up forms are the coolest shit ever" moment when im almost 30

[thesettingsun-utau]

To Undyne: What are the top 3 coolest things you've done as Royal Engineer?

[acerikus]

Genuinely can't comprehend how there's undertale fans out there who get mad at streamers for not going for true pacifist first and who feel the urge to backseat.

I was watching pointcrow's first playthrough earlier and there was legit one person in chat saying 'as an undertale veteran this pains me' and... It shouldn't! Playing blind and not doing everything 'right' the first time is EXACTLY how it should be done - it's the most organic experience and the coolest way to enjoy it. (There's no right way to play it btw, every way of playing undertale is right).

Backseating and trying to reveal what LOVE is and telling people they messed up just sucks. Undertale is a fun and compelling game and if people like it, they'll typically go back and try pacifist (and usually genocide too) later! Doing neutral first makes pacifist feel so much more magical!!!! All that bleakness suddenly starts to disappear! A full second playthrough also lets you get all the dialogue about frisk seeming familiar to everyone, which you miss out on by just going straight to undyne's letter or by triggering the genocide route.

Let first time players play how they want and let them have fun! Backseating and/or telling them things taints a blind run and takes so much fun out of it. I didn't think people did it any more but crow played it last year and his chat was still full of that. Undertale let's you do so much and people need time to figure it out manually.

I feel like longtime undertale fans should get that, y'know? Trial by fire - I always wish I got to play fully blind but I watched a run first. If someone's gone all this time without knowing anything, let them figure it out in their own time and watch the magic happen.