#because i added frisk and ran out of space-

[sopuu]

man can’t you stand still

[valkyrieofsmut]

Captive Love   4

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: It's a tense first night...

A/N: Oh boy, another chapter! It took a lot of restraint to keep myself from just publishing everything I've written so far, but, even though I really would love some feedback, I want to keep the release schedule at least a little consistent! Lol.

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Cute when you're nervous.

(Y/n) stood in Sans' room, holding a pair of black basketball shorts and a black tank top. She was pretty sure that he only had oversized basketball shorts to wear after seeing into his drawer, but at least he'd been able to find a pair from when he was smaller, probably younger. 

"here ya go, sweetheart," he told her with a grin as he set a pair of yellow socks on top of the pile. "knew i had a clean pair 'round here somewhere." He looked away, his cheeks glowing red, just a bit. "i'da, i'd getcha some understuff, too, but, uh… i feel like we don't 'xactly wear th' same kind." 

(Y/n) bit her lip to stop from smiling.  He really is super cute when he’s all flustered.  

She bumped him to make him look at her and rose a brow as if asking, you sure?

Sans chuckled. "i sure 's fuck don't wear-" he paused, his demeanor shifting. "i don't wear anything i'd imagine on you, dollface." 

Aaand the flirting was back. 

(Y/n) actually didn't mind it so much when it was harmless and not as in her face. He was actually a little funny in a dorky kind of way. 

"'k, imma- go brush my teeth or somethin' so ya can get dressed. 'sides, my bro wouldn't let me hear th' end a it if i didn't." 

(Y/n) changed, quickly making everything as well fit as possible so it didn't fall off or shift to show things she didn't want seen if she stood or moved, and climbed under the covers on the bed. 

Sans came back and immediately walked toward the bed as though nothing about the situation was strange. 

(Y/n)'s eyes widened with a bit of panic and she patted the bed frantically until he looked at her, and asked in the best gestures she had if he was sharing the bed with her. 

"it ain't been a problem s'far, doll," he told her. 

She shook her head nervously. 

"sweetheart, listen-” he started calmly, “i might be a lotta things, an' an asshole might be one a 'em," he grinned to her as he admitted it, "but willin' ta share ain't. an' i'm sleepin' in my bed," he told her as he climbed in, pulling the blankets up to his waist. "don't need ta be s'worried 'bout it doll. ya been here three days an' ain't nothin' happened ta ya yet." 

That was true… From what she could tell. 

"an' we both know that if i  had  planned on doin' anythin' to ya when ya were unconscious- wouldn't've been a fuckin' thing ya coulda done about it." 

(Y/n)'s eyes shot to him, but he seemed to just be mentioning it conversationally, as he looked relaxed, fluffing his pillow a little as he laid back on it. 

"'sides, paps an' i shared a bed when we were growin' up. ‘s only weird if ya make it weird."

She rolled over to lay on her side, residual panic sparking before leaving her system. 

He wasn't wrong. She couldn't have stopped anything from happening to her, even if it was as benign as a dog sniffing her. 

She wondered over their situation and just how out of the norm it probably was. 

She had passed out, that much she knew, and a  monster  had taken her, a  human , back to his place, taken care of her when she couldn't do anything for herself, and was keeping her safe. 

A monster keeping a human safe in the middle of monster territory? It was probably unheard of.

It definitely wasn't the best part of town she lived in, or was walking through when she fainted. Who knew what would have happened to her on the sidewalk if he'd just left her there? 

He was… actually being a pretty decent guy, despite the quirks in his behavior that made her a little wary of him. 

Sans laid on his back, head turned to face (Y/n)'s back, wanting to roll closer and hold her close like he had for the last two nights. 

Was it possible to become addicted to something after only two times? 

She felt so good in his arms; soft, calming, safe… but also like it gave him a purpose to take care of her. It was something he hadn't felt in a  long  time.

He saw her arm shift, her hand landing on the mattress between them, in the narrow space it was hard for him to keep. It shifted closer, feeling around like it was looking for something. 

Sans moved his hand closer so hers would run across it, even if that's not what she'd been looking for. 

She took his hand, wrapping her fingers around it and gave it a squeeze. Then another. Saying thanks it seemed like. 

Trepidation stirred in his chest and he hesitated, but then squeezed her hand back and told her, "no problem, sweetheart." 

It must have been the right response, because she took her hand back and shifted to get comfortable to sleep, Sans still watching her. 

Fuck. He was gonna have a bad time tonight. 

.

(Y/n) woke, not wanting to get up, like always. 

Mornings were of the devil… even if they were so pretty… actually that’s probably  why  they were so pretty. 

She tried to roll over and start waking up for work, but there was a force keeping her where she was. She opened her eyes and looked around, remembering that she wasn’t at home, and was, in fact, basically trapped in monster territory with a loud, scary guy and a stranger who was in the same bed as her, and probably had his arm wrapped around her. 

She shifted uncomfortably and felt him shift behind her. 

His arm was over her, around her lower stomach, his other under and around her ribs, face buried in her hair, hips cradling hers as his legs stretched down. And… oh yeah, he had an erection. 

Not that it was making her nervous, no… 

No, it was making her very alarmed, though. 

She never would have thought that he could be this strong- he was a  skeleton , he had no muscles! But there she was, trapped in his arms, unable to get away. 

That was scary enough in and of itself, but there was also the added thing of the erection pressing into her back. 

He was a stranger.

Holding her against him.

His dick heavy and showing what he’d like to do about now...

And she couldn’t escape. 

If she had her voice, her whimper would have been audible. She was glad it wasn’t. One thing she’d learned; don’t show weakness. Any weakness and a predator would attack. 

And Sans? 

He was most definitely a predator. 

“mmmmmm, sweetheart,” he mumbled in his deeper morning voice. His hips bumped against her ass and his hand stroked over her lower belly, just above her panty line. 

(Y/n) felt how stiffly her body had frozen, as though she were afraid to even breathe, but her brain was yelling at her as loudly as it could. 

You idiot! Don’t lay here and take it! Don’t let him think he can do whatever he wants to you! Push him off- smack him- punch him in the miraculously existing dick! Do NOT make up excuses like ‘he’s asleep, he probably doesn’t know what he’s doing’ the more excuses you make the easier you make it for him to take advantage of you!  

“mmmm, sweetheart… ya feel s'soft… smell s'good…” His hips bumped her again. 

Punch him in the dick!  Her brain screamed.

However, her body had its own ideas, and instantly flooded with desire as his hand slid up over her hip, giving it a squeeze. 

“you makin’ my shorts wet, sweetheart?” He asked suggestively, but softly. A sinfully tempting rumble in her ear. 

(Y/n) gave a squeak of a yelp at the proof that he was one hundred percent awake. 

The arm around her ribs tightened a little, pulling her tighter against him. “sorry, doll, i do tend ta get a lil touchy when 'm asleep." His hand ran down her thigh and back up to her hip. "an' y're really pleasant ta touch." He took one last deep breath from her hair and pulled away, climbing from the bed as she continued to lay there in near shock. 

Her tense muscled motionlessness lasted for a few minutes of uncertainty before she felt her muscles starting to relax.

They immediately tensed again when the door opened and Sans spoke, though. 

"doll, i hate ta leave ya here on yer own, but my bro isn't gonna let me skip my rounds t'day. he's, uh, actually a little pissed i been skippin' out th' last couple a days ta take care a ya." 

(Y/n) turned and sat up, looking at him. A garbled noise came out of her throat and she made a frustrated sound at it, then motioned to ask if she could use his phone. 

"sure, doll, lemme know if ya need help talkin'," he chuckled. 

(Y/n) bit her lip and looked up to him, wincing at how she thought she'd be able to communicate with her boss over the phone when she couldn't even get all of her thoughts across to the skeleton in the room with her with full body language and sight cues around. She nodded at him and he sat at the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to him for her to sit there. 

With a silent resigned sigh she sat next to him and dialed the number, pressing the speaker button. 

After a few rings, her boss's voice came over the speaker giving the store introduction. 

Sans looked at her, only to see her gesturing for him to speak. 

"uhhh, you uh, you got a employee there named (y/n)?" He asked. 

Why did hearing him say my name make that shiver run through my belly?  She wondered, feeling a bit of worry for her mental state.

Stalkholm syndrome was a thing...

"I'm sorry, I'm not at liberty to give out personal information about any of the employees working here," her boss answered. 

"oh,  weeell  ," attitude started building in his voice, "i  wuz  callin' ta let ya know why she ain't been there, but if ya don't even know if she works there-" 

"I'm sorry, you have information for me about her?" Her boss asked. 

"ya should be. an' yeah. she uh," he glanced at her again as though asking what he should say, but she just made encouraging gestures again. "she wasn't feelin' too good an' passed out in an alley. luckily, a good samaritan took 'er home ta recover." 

Her boss made an indistinct noise on the other end of the line in the pause between Sans' sentences. 

"uh, only problem now, is that she's kinda stuck… in monster territory." 

"She was kidnapped and taken to monster territory?!" Her boss asked in surprise. 

"wh- nah, she's not kidnapped- s-she was  unconscious-  " Sans told him near frantically, trying to defend himself, worried what (Y/n) would do if she thought he'd kidnapped her. Probably run, and  that  wouldn't help their situation  at all . "w-was tryna help 'er-" 

"Well, if she's in monster territory, she's as good as dead," her boss sighed regretfully. 

"nah, she's safe, she jus' can't get ta work-" 

"Thanks for letting me know," her boss said, cutting him off before the beep of the phone disconnecting sounded. 

Sans stared in disbelief at the phone in his hand for a moment before saying, “whatta fuckin’ moron. couldn’t even listen ta a whole sentence. he always like that?” He asked, looking up to her. 

(Y/n) shrugged and nodded morosely. 

“eeeeeeeeh,” Sans shrugged and stood. “if brains were explosive, some people wouldn’t have enough ta blow their noses!” He crowed and started laughing. He turned back to see (Y/n) silently laughing as well and felt a shot of warmth in his soul, and then a heat wash over his cheekbones. He looked away a little flustered and rubbed the back of his skull. “ah, so doll… i-imma go do my rounds so paps don’t bitch at me, i sh-should be back b-by dinner, um- help yerself t-ta anythin' in th’ fridge, while ‘m gone, though.” Stars, he hated how he stuttered when he got flustered...

(Y/n) grabbed the sleeve of his coat and tugged until he looked at her. She gestured to herself, him, the door and then back to herself followed by the bed. 

Can I come with you and you can take me home?

He was pretty sure that’s what she was asking. 

“sorry, doll, it’s still too dangerous. i’m gonna check around ta see how much attention is on ya, but i gotta go do rounds for that,” he told her. 

She sat with an unreadable expression for a moment, then nodded, seeming to accept his answer. As he was about to turn to go, she tugged on his sleeve again and gestured at him then lifted her hand taller at the side of him. 

“my brotha? he’s goin’ out, too, so ya don’t have ta worry ‘bout ‘im. but…” Sans seemed hesitant about something. He guided her to stand by her arms and rested his hands on her shoulders. “promise me ya won’t leave th’ house. ’s dangerous out there, a-an’ i already spent all this energy savin’ ya- i-it’d be a shame ta have it go ta waste-” His cheekbones were starting to get warm again, and he could see the tiny smile she was trying to hide by nibbling the inside of her lip. “promise me.” 

(Y/n) nodded, holding back the amused smile from his cute blush. 

“good…” He sounded a little relieved, but shifted it to something he felt more comfortable with. “howa ‘bout a g’bye kiss, then?” He asked suggestively with a grin as he leaned in a little closer. 

(Y/n) blanched, leaning back a fraction of an inch before putting her hands against his shoulders and pushing him back. He went easily, though the grin didn’t disappear, and she leaned forward and gave him a small peck on the jaw as a sort of reward for not pushing it. 

She was rewarded with the instant flushing of his cheeks. 

holy fuck, i didn’t think she’d actually do it,  he thought. His blush darkened and his face shifted a bit angrily in his flustered state and he saw her tongue poking out at him. 

He lifted a brow ridge and leaned in closer so that her nose almost brushed his nasal ridge, then opened his mouth and carefully took her tongue between his teeth, turning his head to tug it back and forth.  

The look of surprise that had appeared on her face was reward enough, but the flush that flowed over her oh so soft skin and the way her breath sped up just a little made him even more invested in teasing her. 

His hands went to her waist and drifted down to her hips, pulling her body within an inch of his before he let her tongue go and ducked his head to let his breath brush over her throat, feeling particularly accomplished when he noticed her nipples pressing stiffly against her shirt. “much fun as this is, sweetheart, 'm gonna have ta go, b’fore ya convince me ta jus’ stay here an’ play wit ya all day,” he told her. 

(Y/n) felt her cheeks heating more and she nodded, giving a small wave as he stepped back. 

“i’ll see ya fer dinner, sweetheart. stay inside,” he told her before going out through the door.

“fuck,” he muttered to himself when it’d closed. “my cock’s never gonna get a break from bein’ stiff… hang in there, buddy,” he encouraged as he looked down at it.

[hunnybadgerv]

Pear-Shaped | Far Cry 5 | Tayen Quick

Summary: Deputy Tayen Quick finds herself thrust into the middle of a cult uprising and at a crossroads of conscience and self-preservation. It turns out to be a defining moment for her and the citizens of this picturesque part of Montana.

a/n: The first in a series of one-shots that piece together Deputy Tayen Quick’s responses and adventures in Hope County and the Holland Valley—before, during, and after the Reaping by the Project of Eden’s Gate and the Seed Family. It is fairly canon-typical, but knowing how I tend to do things, it is not unlikely for there to be canon divergence and rewriting.

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Pear-Shaped

-1-

Warrant service. Helicopter crash. Shoot outs and a car chase. Driving off a bridge into the river. Deputy Tayen Quick’s head was still spinning even though the adrenaline had stopped pumping and the world seemed not to be gunning specifically for her for a few seconds. A radio broadcast told her she was still on the minds of the group from Eden’s Gate—after all their preacher, Joseph Seed, had started the Reaping, whatever that was, and now he had them looking for her, presumably to add her to his collection of law enforcement prisoners. It made her head pound worse.

Dutch had proved convincing enough to trust, but it was more than that. She couldn’t get it out of her head. That voice, Joseph’s singing. Even as she stripped out of her uniform, the glint of the star she’d worn on her chest gleaming in the low light of the bunker caught her eye. Her thumb ran over the flag on the shoulder. She’d been wearing that for nearly 15 years before she took this job—12 years in the service and 3 on the force back home.

Sinking to the floor, she leaned against the cold lockers. The sensation grounded her. She laid her head back against the metal and closed her eyes. “You came out here because it was supposed to be quiet.”

Dutch’s voice carried down the hall. “This place was never quiet.”

Her head snapped toward the sound, but he wasn’t anywhere near her. She sat and listened.

“That’s just an illusion city folk have about the country. They think all this space, big sky, mountains, and wilderness makes for a quiet, pastoral existence. It’s not really true. On the surface, it might look like that. But most of the time, the only difference is that people are just too far away to see the real shit.”

He sighed. “That’s what happened with those Eden Gate people. No one batted an eye when they built their church. Or their commune. They kept to themselves mostly. Sure, they held their revivals, but there’s not a church in 300 miles that doesn’t do that. No one realized anything was askew until it was too late.”

“Then the marshal came in with his warrant and we kicked the shit out of the hornet’s nest,” she added.

“Yeah,” he said. There was accusation in the tone of his voice, but that wasn’t all. She couldn’t put her finger on what else she thought she heard.

“Yeah, well. I told you I’d help as best I can.”

“And if that’s not enough?” he asked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She didn’t get an answer. His boot falls moved down the hall, leaving her to imagine all on her own.

His bunker reminded her too much of her own place—bare, sparse furnishings, pictures of old friends all in uniform, a few plaques and commendations. It was almost like looking into her own future, and it gave Tayen the chills. Turning her back on the decor, she stared into the locker. She stripped down and traded her uniform pants for a pair of standard issue camo trousers. Of course, they were not her size, but she used her own belt to cinch them up. She pulled on a black tank top and slid into a red and black flannel shirt which she left unbuttoned and untucked.

Stepping back into her boots, Deputy Quick shuffled down the hall, leaving behind the trappings of her position—for now. Dutch was right, wandering around the county in her uniform was going to paint a bigger bolder target on her back, and she didn’t need that. Not if she was going to get help.

“Hey,” Tayen said, as she stopped in the doorway. Her eyes darted around the room, taking it all in. The bank of ham and CB radios, the map with photos and pins galore, sparsely populated shelves, a gun safe—this guy was prepared for some next level shit to go down. She’d heard of prepper types, but this felt extreme. “Um,” she said when he didn’t answer, “you got anything down here to eat.”

Dutch, staring at the radios that only belched out static, turned his head and sighed. “Next door down. Start with the cans first.”

She gave him a nod, pushing a hand through her chin length inky black hair before she moved. The events of the night before drained her, physically and emotionally. In the kitchen/living area, she found a can of stew easy enough and a can opener. Once the smell hit her, her stomach rumbled and twisted into knots at the same time as a dilemma formed in her addled mind—eat it cold or warm it up.

“You can wait two fricken minutes, Tayen,” she told herself, opting for a bowl and sticking it in the microwave. Dutch checked on her a little later, as she was inhaling the calories needed to refuel her.

He said nothing and just walked over and tapped the button under a blinking light on his answering machine. A woman’s voice, frantic and afraid filled the room. It stopped the deputy’s scarfing and she stared at the device, clearly affected by what she was hearing. She might not know Rae-Rae, but it was clear by that message that something was off.

“People here could use your help here, deputy.”

She let go of her spoon and leaned back against the counter. “Don’t you think the best way I can help them is to let people know what’s going on?”

“Before the radio signals went to shit, I heard dozens of calls saying that the tunnel out of the valley was blocked. And three maydays from local pilots saying they’d been shot at and were going down.”

The bowl rested against the side of her thigh, as she pressed her fingers over her forehead.

“You know what I’m saying, girl.” His eyes flicked from her face to the black ink peeking out from beneath her rolled up sleeve. “You’ve been there before.”

“Yeah, I have, old man.” She straightened, tension rolling her shoulders back. “That part of my life is over.” Her feet carried her to the sink where she deposited the half-eaten bowl of stew. Both her palms pressed against the counter as she leaned there. “And I got no intention of going back into hell,” she muttered.

“Might be too late for that.”

Deep down, she knew he was right. She’d seen that compound, seen Joseph riling his forces and setting them loose. She’d been shot at and nearly killed a dozen times the night before. Somehow, she managed to not wind up captured or dead. Yeah, this was as deep as any other hell she had ever known.

She let out a long exhale and leaned on her elbows. Dutch just patted her on the shoulder and left her with her thoughts. Time seemed to stand still as she stared at the rust gathering at the edge of the sink where it met the countertop. It took her longer than she would ever own up to, but eventually, she came around, but she was determined to do it right.

Whatever that meant. She was an officer of the peace, not a soldier under orders. Her job was to protect these people. Of course, she didn’t know precisely what that meant or how it would have to look. With her decision made, Tayen grabbed her bowl and wandered down the hall back to Dutch’s control room, as she deemed it.

“All right. Fill me in.”

Dutch turned and gave her a grim nod. “This is what I’ve been able to piece together so far,” he began.

The deputy listened intently, occasionally jotting notes on the pad she always carried when she was on shift. Something told her this was going to be the never-ending shift from hell.

 -2-

Less than 300 yards from the door of Dutch’s bunker, Tayen got to see traces of the Peggie’s Reaping.

“No, don’t!”

She froze at the scream. It was followed by the telltale sound of flesh on flesh, a punch more likely. The groaning resounded through the trees. She crept forward as quietly as she could manage.

“You will repent,” a wild haired, bearded man told a captive who was kneeling in the mud with his hands behind his back.

“I didn’t do anything to deserve this,” the man replied.

Her hand went to her sidearm, well, Dutch’s pistol really. Her teeth ground together as she considered it. The cult members were both armed. Even if she shot first, one of them could still get lucky and get a shot off. With a slow exhale, she looked around her on the ground. Finding a weighty limb with a good bit of heft to it, she moved through the brush as the man and his prisoner continued to argue.

She knew she would have to move fast. At the edge of the high grass, she darted at the woman, whose back was to her and bashed her with a two-handed swing of the branch she’d found. Then she took two steps and sprang at the man. He dropped his pistol when she got her arm around his neck.

The captive threw himself backward to avoid the pair.

Using her body against his in a way to facilitate leverage on her hold, his clawing soon turned toward patting. Then his hands slid away from her arm as his knees buckled. Tayen Quick didn’t release him until they were both on the ground. Once the man was down, she finally loosened her grip and checked his pulse. The slow thud under her fingertips was a relief.

“Is he—?” the captive asked.

“Breathing,” she replied.

“Christ.”

Her hands frisked over the man’s back, pulling extra clips from a pocket of his cargo pants. She also stripped him of a pocketknife and a pair of flex cuffs, which she tightened around the unconscious man’s wrists before flipping him over. She inspected the knife; it was rusty and dull and probably couldn’t cut through room temperature butter. “Who the hell goes into the woods without a knife?” she muttered at his complete ridiculousness.

She moved to the man in khaki and sawed at the duct tape around his wrists with the shitty pocketknife she’d found on the captor.

“Thank God you were out here,” the captive said. He rubbed at his wrists once she finally got him free. He just stared at her as she moved away from him.

“Yeah.”

“Thanks.”

“Where’d you come from?” she asked.

“Working at the park observatory up on the hill. They just came out of nowhere.”

“How many?” Her questions and her tone were curt as she moved to the other cult member. Her fingers searched for a pulse first. Her shoulders shrank when she didn’t find one. This wasn’t what her job was supposed to look like, she recalled as she crouched over the body. Her gaze flicked back to the unconscious one. She couldn’t leave him anything he could use to hurt anyone.

“Dozen. They were just suddenly there. I never saw them coming.” The man shook his head and rubbed at the back of his neck. “Not that I ever thought to look,” he muttered.

“And why would you?” she asked, glancing up at him with her hands in the dead woman’s pockets.

He huffed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Look, I have … well, had some supplies up there. You’re welcome to anything you might need. Anything the Peggies didn’t already take.”

“Appreciate it,” Tayen said with a genuine smile.

“Least I could do,” he replied.

She laughed wryly. “Don’t worry about it. It’s my job.”

Grabbing the pistols, the two had been carrying, she offered one to the ranger as they hiked up the hill. “You know how to use one of these?” she asked.

“C’mon, miss. I’m from these parts. Grew up shooting.”

“Well, then here you go, but try to keep your head down.”

He nodded. “For sure.” They continued on in silence. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Why’d you leave that guy tied up back there?”

Tayen’s smooth gait stuttered. And the first answer that came to mind, because I’m not a murderer, was immediately countered by the realization that she had, not seconds before choking that guy out, killed his backup. “I just …” She searched her mind for a reasonable response. “I’m with the Sheriff’s office,” she finally said like it was a perfectly valid explanation.

While he nodded, the knit of his brow told her it didn’t really make sense to him either.

“I’m supposed to protect and serve, not kill with impunity,” she added.

“Don’t think I’m not grateful, because I am. Really. I’d be dead or who knows where if you hadn’t come along. I was just … curious.”

Quick nodded. “Yeah, I get it.” And while she understood the impetus for the question; her answer to it still left her a little stumped, even if it felt right. She wasn’t an executioner, wasn’t a soldier anymore, she was a cop—meant to protect the people not be their executioner. She rubbed at the back of her neck and mounted the stairs once they reached the station.

[myownpersonaldemons]

Selftober Prompt 31

First ‘I Love You’

Gaster/Reader

So! I asked you guys who you wanted this last prompt to be of, and @Theyaremorethanjustfictional said: I think gaster x reader would be cute! Keep up the great work!

(hell yeah thank you~!)

Also like...might make this a multichapter fic because??? I...want it explore what happens later? So it might become it’s own thing.

Again, none of these are edited, so! Enjoy~! The last prompt. 

There were some things that are meant to be forgotten. Some things that we put effort into forgetting. Some things we only temporarily forget. Others that we think we forgot, but a simple nudge can reawaken even the most buried memories.

Unfortunately, you were wiped from the memories of your loved ones. Doomed to realize that you didn’t truly exist anymore. There was no trace of you anywhere. Well...that wasn’t true.  Your things were there, and they sparked people’s feelings of ‘I forgot something’...but they could never truly remember who owned them.

You huffed out a sigh as you leaned back, lifting your feet from the floor and allowed yourself to float freely in the void.

You sighed into the void as another day passed you by. Or…you assumed it did? Because, well, you couldn’t tell? Everything was the same in the void. Black inkiness as far as your eyes could see! There was nothing here besides you. At least, that’s how it was for…however long it was that you had been trapped here. Sometimes you couldn’t remember why you were in the void.

Did it matter anymore? You were stuck.

Nothing mattered from before.

What was it...day 1825? Or was it 1826? At this point the only way you knew was when the space between the void and your previous universe thinned. Typically during a RESET, LOAD, or if that one monster leapt through too many shortcuts in a short amount of time. It granted you the ability to transverse the universe as if you were part of it again...well, you felt more like a ghost. Some people could see you, but most just had a vague sense of someone watching them.

Frisk was the one who saw you the most, and every time they tried to talk to you...but your voice came out garbled. The effect of the Void corrupting your body slowly.

Another sigh.

Then a louder one.

Then you let out a frustrated sigh, tugging your knees towards your chest and tugging lightly at your hair.

“WHY!!” you shouted to the void, letting out all your anger in the following scream. You really didn’t expect anything or anyone to answer you. For the past five years you had been alone, floating in the nothingness. Honestly, you were shocked you hadn’t gone insane by yourself yet.

“WHO ARE YOU?”

It startled you bad enough you knee’d yourself in the face. Stars flashed behind your eyelids as you curled up tighter and moaned. Then the fact that someone had spoken sunk in. The eagerness in your chest outweighed the small voice wondering if you should be scared of the fact that something had been in the void with you.

You twisted around in the void until you spotted a distorted figure watching you. It was mostly a large black goopy mass with two white skeletal hands with two large holes in the palms. It’s head was reminiscent of a skull, but...melted. One eye was drooping, and it’s mouth seemed permanently twisted into a grin that looked more like a painful grimace. Cracks ran from each eye socket which looked painful.

“Who are you?” you blurted out, shifting closer to it.

It didn’t occur to you that it could be dangerous.

If you died...well that would be it.

You didn’t really care.

“I ASKED YOU FIRST.HOW DID YOU COME INTO THE VOID WITHOUT SUFFICIENT MAGIC?” its voice seemed to be an odd mix between sound and hand gestures. If...a voice could be described that way. Honestly, you couldn’t even pick up whether it was feminine or masculine. It just was. Either way, you couldn’t understand what the monster was trying to say to you, and when you voiced it, the monster seemed to deflate slightly.

“Oh...mood,” you mumbled, “of course I’d finally meet the only other creature in this god-damned void and I can’t even understand ‘em.”

That had been your first encounter with the monster. Actually, you hadn’t really left each other’s presence since seeing each other. Time meant nothing in the void, and you rarely felt the urge to sleep anymore mostly doing it to past ‘time.’ Even if you couldn’t understand them, there was something comforting of knowing there was someone else to share in your agonizingly boring existence.

Of course, since there wasn’t much the two of you could do when the void was separate from universes; you started to list off words for them to repeat back to you. Starting off with ‘yes’ and ‘no’.

Eventually, you figured out that his gestures corresponded with letters, and after committing them to memory you realized it was faster to figure out what he was saying. If there was a word that you didn’t understand audibly, you could just look at his hands to see the word spelt out.

Gaster, as you soon found his name to be, was probably the best companion you could’ve asked for in the void. He was incredibly smart, and had a dry-witty sense of humor and could pop out puns like no bodies business.

“You know,” you said one day, choosing to float upside down. Or was he upside down? You couldn’t really tell in the void. There was no gravity or anything like that. “You remind me of a skeleton I knew back in the real world.”

“Sans or Papyrus?” Gaster asked calmly, and you nodded. Nothing...really surprised you anymore. Maybe you were just becoming numb to it all, but it could also be because you were becoming corrupted. You wondered if Gaster really felt anything anymore, or if he just made jokes and puns out of pure habit. Gaster was silent for a while before he made a noise of triumph. “Ah. I remember you.”

Your eyebrows shot up, “Really?”

“Of course. Whenever the fabric of reality is weakened, I would visit my sons. You frequented Grillby’s establishment, correct?” Gaster questioned, a hand reaching up to stroke at his chin lightly.

“Establishment? Old man...” you teased, grinning at him. He shot you a withered look. “But yeah. I...guess you could say I ‘frequented’ it.”

The vagueness was an instant attractant to Gaster, his gloopy form moved closer. “Could you elaborate?”

“If you’re asking if I had a relationship with Sans? Ha! No! He’s...a greasy, geeky gremlin...no offense or whatever,” you waved a hand.

“Oh no. That is a very accurate description of my son,” Gaster’s skull nodded, “It is a blessing you were not with my son. He does not need to lose a mate and a father to the void.”

Father? That...made sense actually. No one knew where the two skeletons had come from, even Grillby who said he...swears he knew the brothers for longer than he actually did. Just something telling him that he didn’t have the whole picture. If Gaster was their father, and he was erased by the Void like you? Well, then. It explained a lot.

“Were you mated to anyone?” Gaster asked, and then hummed quietly, and added, “Is that the term humans use for their relationships?”

“It’s not really...we’ve got a bunch of different terms,” you mumbled, but the original question? That made your chest ache, and you shifted into more of a curled ball so you weren’t looking at him anymore. “Not anymore.”

Silence met your answer, before disembodied hands patted your head and then your back gently collided with the goopy semi-solid form of Gaster. “I too lost my mate when I entered the Void.”

You huffed softly, and allowed him to shift you into more of an embrace. The gooey black goop probably would’ve triggered your ick factor if you had actually felt anything in the past five years. However, the moment you felt the touch of someone else? Your felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes. You twisted slightly so you could wrap your arms the best you could around his large misshapen form.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you held each other.

But there was nothing better to do.

“It is unfortunate that you are here, but...I must admit, I am glad you are,” Gaster spoke up after what seemed like forever of silence. You nodded against his chest.

“I’m glad you’re here too. The void wouldn’t be quite as goopy without you,” you teased, pulling away from him, watching as some of the goop clung to your arms. It dissipated quickly leaving you once again just as how you entered the void. Gaster’s eye lights rolled in their sockets, but his smile seemed to grow once again.

There was a shifting feeling that was so jarring and familiar. You twisted around attempting to find the door in the darkness. Gaster’s disembodied hand twisted your head towards the source and you made a cheerful noise. It was a bittersweet feeling every time you saw the Void allowing you temporarily to see your friends and family. See how they were doing.

In a blink of the eye you were at the door, twisting the handle, and pulling it open. There was no hesitation in your movements.

You were going to be able to see him again! You were giddy with excitement.

Another blink and you were standing in Grillby’s bar.

A hand landed on your shoulder, and you jerked in surprise.

“I apologize, I did not mean to startle you,” Gaster apologized, grinning down at you.

He...was different out of the void. He was more...put together? There was less goop at least. Taller too. But then again...you didn’t really ‘see’ his goop in the void, more like felt it. It was black like the rest of your surroundings. Here, he was slimmer than you thought he was, and it looked like the goop was more of a cloak about his shoulders instead of his complete form.

You wouldn’t really know unless you...y’know, stuck your hand into the goop, and you weren’t about to do that.

Or maybe you would.

Yeah. You would stick your hand in the goop once you were back in the void.

You had little shame anymore.

You’d totally ask first.

Regardless, there was more...pressing manners to deal with.

Your attention whipped around to see Grillby chatting it up with Sans at the bar. You appeared at his side and smiled warmly up at him. He looked the same. Five years...and he hadn’t changed. Even his glasses were still the same, even though he kept complaining that he needed new ones. You reached up and your fingers ghosted his jaw. His hand came up and gently scratched at the place you touched. The most anyone would notice you were there...a gentle annoyance that they’d absentmindedly scratch, rub, or brush.

“Ah,” Gaster’s voice interrupted your thoughts, and you glanced over at him. “This is curious.”

“What?” you grumped, leaning against the bar. There was only slight resistance to tell you that there was something there...but you could walk through it. It would be like walking through chest high water, but you could do it.

Gaster’s disembodied hands patted his sons head, and Sans reached up and rubbed at the top of his skull as he joked with Grillby. “We are...more connected than I thought.”

“How so?” you questioned, following along as Grillby headed down the bar to talk to the Guard Dogs who were ordering another round for the poker table.

“I was so worried that my son would have been left behind by both his father and a mate...but I did not consider another possibility. Which...I wholly blame on my mind not being as...” Gaster hesitated as if he was trying to find the right word, “present as it used to be. It seems as if we share a mate.”

You freeze, staring up at your fiery boyfriend.

That...

What?

“Grillby and I were...together, once upon a time. Back when I was still whole and not shattered across time and space,” Gaster clarified, making you realize you had voiced your question aloud instead of quietly like you had thought you did. You glanced over at Grillby and slumped slightly.

“So...he lost two mates to the void?” you whispered, as you followed Grillby back over behind the bar. Grillby sat down in the bar stool next to Sans. You saw the skeleton briefly glance over as if he had spotted someone sitting down, but you and Gaster both knew he couldn’t actually see either of them. No one could.

Well, Frisk could sometimes see you, and every time that happened you cried and they reached out and patted your head in comfort. They would sign at you, but you had never learned before you entered the void as foolish as that seemed now.

“Thankfully, I do not believe Grillby knows that he has lost anyone. I do believe that Sans is aware that there is now two beings within the void, and he might have deduced who it was...but I cannot be sure, unfortunately,” Gaster explained, gesturing towards his son with one hand as he spoke. You leaned against the counter and let out a soft sigh. A hand materialized beside your shoulder and patted it lightly.

“What happens when we leave?” you asked quietly, “Will we ever get out of the void?”

There was a long stretch of silence where the two of you simply listened in on Grillby and Sans’ conversation. They were talking about Papyrus getting accepted into University, about the monsters in general, and about how Frisk was graduating from middle school. Finally, another hand materialized and turned your head away from Grillby to look at Gaster.

“I cannot promise you that we will ever get out...I...have given up long ago,” he said, voice impossibly soft. “I did not tell you that before because I was afraid you’d lose your own hope...and I did not want to cause it.”

You glanced down at the bar top and his fingers slid from your face as the hand disappeared once again. His two actual hands were folded on the bar top, and he wasn’t looking at you, but over your shoulder at Grillby. You saw the same bittersweet feeling in his eyes that you felt everytime you were given a chance to see your Grillby.

“Hey...” you said, reaching over and placing your hands on top of his. “At least we’ve got each other now. We’ll probably get bored of each other eventually, but until then? It’s better than nothing.”

Gaster searched your eyes for a moment and then his permanent grin stretched a bit more. “I agree.”

You squeezed his hands, and the two of you listened quietly to the rest of the conversations in the bar just holding hands. Eventually, the door beckoned you both back within it and with the greatest reluctance, you stepped back into the void. A few quiet moments passed between you and Gaster before you turned towards him. “Can I stick my hands in your goop?”

“Excuse me??” he blurted out, “What kind of question is that?”

“Are you all goop?” you asked, shifting closer, “Or  are you boney? Come on, Gaster, it’s for scientific research!”

Gaster huffed out, “I am mostly goo in the void.”

You tilted your head, but allowed that to be the end of that conversation as he seemed uncomfortable with it. Until he started questioning you about human biology instead.

Conversations flowed between the two of you easily, and sometimes the two of you would just walk around the void  holding hands. Occasionally you’d spot a distant blip of Sans or Papyrus slipping through the void in their very different ways. Papyrus never truly entered the void, it was like he slipped between the spaces between.

You stopped trying to count the days, and you found yourself growing fond of the goopy monster you spent your days with. The dry sarcasm, quick puns, and the endless abdunce of knowledge that satiated your craving to learn and to grow even if you were stuck.

Eventually, Gaster even let you stick your hands into his goop to your intense giddy excitement! It was warm and comforting as it always was when he hugged you, but you pushed past that outer layer of goo and eventually found a bone. It was…gross feeling, but you smiled brightly still. “Cool!” you blurted out, tilting your head in curiosity.

Time passed and you were practically glued to Gaster’s side, not literally. Though sometimes the goo stuck a bit longer to you until you flicked it off. You caught him blushing occasionally after a cuddle session or when you successfully shot back with a clever pun or recited some scientific knowledge back to him during conversation. The two of you were more likely to be cuddling together, holding hands, or anything that meant you could feel something…anything.

“Do you think if we get out of here…you’ll not want to talk to me ever again?” you asked suddenly one day, cutting him off accidentally.

His head tilted slightly, peering down at you where you were snuggled against his goopy chest. “Why would I not?”

“Just…you probably know everything about me by now. Will you be bored of me? I could see you being bored of me,” you admitted and he gave you the most offended look you’d ever gotten from him.

“I would not! The mere thought is ridiculous. I know who you are in the void! A stagnant version of yourself! Imagine what I could learn about you in an ever changing world? I, for one, would be more intrigued to spend time with you out of the void!” he said, a hand reaching up to brush aside some of your hair from your face. It hadn’t grown at all since you had been here. Nothing had changed. “Would you grow bored of me?”

You shook your head, “Couldn’t imagine it, Dings.”

A half-hearted glare was sent down at you before he  leaned down and nuzzled your forehead with his own. That surprised you a bit, that was a touch more affection than you were used to but…you nuzzled back. “There is no one I’d rather face a different world with than with you,” he said softly, “besides, who else better to help my goopy coccyx adjust to the human world again than a human!”

You snorted, “Sans can teach you how to floss.”

“Floss? I know how to floss?” Gaster said, sounding entirely too confused. You laughed.

“It’s a silly dance,” you told him, giggling all the while.

“Ridiculous name for a dance,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“Old goopy man,” you teased, nuzzling his face.

Time flooded by the two of you without meaning, and you found the fondness grow to deep affection. You were falling for Gaster and you knew it…but there was no pressure here. There was no reason to freak out about the feeling so you just embraced it. Allowed yourself to becoming more affectionate, compliment him…just everything you were too afraid to do in the ‘real world’ because of judging eyes.

The door between the two worlds opened again, and you found yourself wanting to stick with Gaster instead of flit off to Grillby’s bar. Instead, the two of you were watching as Sans tiredly sucked down coffee and compared notes with Alphys about the void. Gaster’s head tilted curiously.

“I…do not believe it,” he muttered, bending unnaturally over his son to read the notes closer. “They…are getting close.”

“How close?” you asked, looking over from where you were currently snooping around the lab.

A slight more of a head tilt, but he remained silent for a while. Sans and Alphys’ voices were the only that filled the room, but then Gaster straightened. “Two years if they keep on track at this pace,” he admitted, “Maybe less depending on whether they figure out which line of code is slightly off.”

“Two years?” you repeated, “That’s…soon,” you said in amazement.

He nodded.

The two of you were silent for a while longer.

“Holy shit. That’s…an end date.”

“It is. It may be longer…but they will get us out of here,” he said so softly you barely heard it.

The two of you looked at each other, and then you jumped across the small room at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You shouted in excitement and his arms wrapped around your waist, babbling happily about how proud of his son he was and how he couldn’t wait to hug his children again.

You pulled away to grin at him, “I’m excited for you!”

“Just for me?” he repeated, confused, “What about you?”

“Dings! You’ve been here way longer than I have. You’re sons haven’t seen their dad since they were young. I know how much you’ve hated missing out on them growing up. Can’t I be excited for you?” you said, softening your voice and touching his skull gently.

“You can,” he said carefully, but then brushed a piece of hair away from your face, “and I am excited for you as well, my dear.”

“My dear?” you teased lightly.

“I…hm, it will be two years minimum I assume, until we are freed. However…I wish to…stay this close to you when we are freed,” he said choosing his words even more carefully, “as…I have…I love you.”

The admission wasn’t shocking or jarring. It was right. You smiled at him and nuzzled his face, “I love you too, goopy man.”

He sighed, and then in the driest voice possible he muttered, “I take it back.”

You gasped, fake offended, “Gaster!”

He giggled, “I’m teasing you, my dear. I am pleased to hear you love me in return…even though I felt sure that you have felt the same way for a while. Over the years I have become quite in tuned with your SOUL,” he admitted, nuzzling your face again. You kissed his mouth gently.

“I can’t wait to experience the world again with you,” you muttered back, “Two more years.”

[fmsdraws]

Metal in the Underground AU: General Info

... So, I’ve had this AU in my mind for about two years now, and I felt the urge to post about it now that I have made a new sprite for it’s Frisk. And since I don’t really plan to make a sprite comic about it, I figured I’d dump the ideas I had here. So you’ll find the information below the cut. 

What’s this AU about? Well, it revolves around a simple question....

What if Frisk was a robot?

That’s right, Metal in the Underground takes a different to most AUs by merely changing the protagonist, and letting the rest of the characters untouched. However, due to the now apparent artificial nature or Frisk, the characters have different reactions, and the way the story unfolds is somewhat different from Undertale’s.

The info you’ll find here is...

-General Backstory -Frisk bio -Changes in the story  -Changes in mechanics

But, I’m sure you’re wondering...

Why is Frisk a robot?

In the year 211X, technology has advanced in a considerable manner, so much so that household robots, and robots in general, are a commonality in this world. Frisk was one of these household units, who lived with a loving family, until their useful life eventually ran its course, and were shipped back to their manufacturer to be dismantled, and their parts reused for future models.

However, a group of scientists was looking for a robot to work with that they could modify for a project they were tasked to do. Since Frisk was the most recent one to arrive, and the one in the best state, they were picked.

What is this “project”?

Several humans had fallen into Mt. Ebott throughout the years, because of this, many protests had arisen from the town living nearby. The gobverment decided to dispatch a team of scientists to develop a robot that was capable enough to at least find whatever happened. Just enough so that the press would stop bothering, anyways. But they also put the team in a tight budget, hence the use of discarded robots.

What was done to Frisk?

When Frisk was brought to the lab, they managed to upgrade them rather well, they got rid of their memories but kept their experiences untouched due to an oversight (they’d know how to deal with something, they just don’t know why), they upgraded their battery life for obvious reasons. They also made their movements more fluid than the standard for their line, making them able to climb out if push came to shove. 

However, they made some rather... questionable choices. Namely, the removal of Frisk’s voice capabilities in favor of a system that would allow the scientists to speak through them should the robot find one of the humans. 

The robot didn’t have memories, anyway. It wouldn’t be able to deal with conflictive situations on their own, right?

How did they end up Underground?

Use your imagination. 

In reality, the robot was told to climb down the hole into the mountain instead of, I don’t know, making them go down safely via ropes or something. The robot lost communication with the scientists as soon as they entered due to the barrier, the wall they were hanging from collapsed, and they promptly fell into the underground.

Thankfully, they landed on a bed of flowers, somewhat cushioning the damage. But still leaving the poor robot stunned for a good while...

What is Frisk like?

(Note: the eyes do not represent a chara possesion, it is just the color that was set to by their previous owners, and the scientists liked it a lot.)

Name: Frisk (ooc nickname: Mitu) Height: 5′5

Having household been their job in their past “life”, and having retained those experiences, Frisk has a tendency to cling onto people they deem as friendly, and prefer to keep whatever indoors space they’re in tidy and clean. Their lineage of robots also has some special features that in Frisk have remained unchanged. Said features are...

-Alarm clock -Bluetooth sound stereo (hence their headphone-like ears) -Snapshot ability -They can also be patted on the head to get an instant smile from them, which also serves to turn off their alarm.

In general, their line searches affection from their owners. MitU however cannot really connect with monsters due to the fact that they’re, well, monsters. They have a hard time recognizing monsters as people, since they don’t match with their facial scan systems. They can recognize some similarities, such as toriel looking like a goat, but someone like sans they’re lost in even figuring out what he is. 

They’re also somewhat aquaphobic, since they aren’t waterproof. So areas like waterfall are horrendous to go through for them. They can also remain operative even after taking somewhat concerning damage, and even repair themselves provided they’re given the tools (they are not).

All in all, MitU is a kind robot when it comes to humans, they are loyal as a puppy and such. But when it comes to monsters, their morale can be ... bent, depending on their actions during either Genocide or Pacifist routes. (Note: while a genocide route is just about as likely as a pacifist route, a theoretical genocide route is not canon to the AU.)

What changes from the original Undertale story?

For starters, Chara is not present in the story. This is due to the lack of a SOUL on Frisk’s part, meaning they cannot understand certain monsters (Froggits, for example), and they have to guide themselves based on visual aid. They also provide some flavor text themselves. The lack of a SOUL also means that they cannot interact with SAVE files at all, but don’t worry, Flowey the Flower comes to the Rescue!

Mainly for personal amusement, Flowey wants to help Frisk get as far into the underground as possible, and see how they tackle the sheninegans that the underground is filled with. Often times, he’ll give them advice after reloading for anything up ahead. Frisk cannot remember reloads, anyway...

This doesn’t mean that flowey becomes an active partner, he only pops up from time to time to give Frisk advice.

Since Frisk is strictly mute, and has not been taught sign language, they can hardly communicate with Monsters. They try to get their ideas across as clear as possible via pointing and acting, but no one really knows what they’re trying to say. they’re trying their best pls don’t pick on them ;-; As a result, some monsters have different behaviours towards them. 

For instance, Toriel (who is well aware of Frisk being a robot) decides to take the robot with her while she buys her groceries in fear that the robot might not have the best reaction to an encounter. She cooks snail pie, since Frisk can’t have CB pie. They can still take a slice with them for later use, though. 

I envisioned that Toriel has no real reason to stop MitU from leaving, they don’t have a SOUL, anyways, so their death would not mean anything in the long run.

In Snowdin, Frisk tries to play along with Papyrus’ sheninegans to sans’ request. And they succeed for the most part. Sans has seen enough anime to be aware of the fact MitU is a robot, but Papyrus still 100% thinks they’re a human.... Up until he figures it out by himself.

Waterfall goes generally the same, save for the fact that after Frisk falls from the bridge, they’re yet again knocked out cold, and Undyne comes to the dump to... pick them up and bring them to Alphys lab to repair them.

You see, Alphys, like her Undertale counterpart, looks over MitU ever since they step in Snowdin Forest. And she could tell that after the fall they took, they wouldn’t be able to get up. So she called up Undyne to explain the situation, and thus, saved Frisk from eventually being dragged away by the water.

When Frisk is returned back to life, Alphys explains that she rescued them herself, and that there is little to no time to waste. She has to return them to the surface! She also mentions that she modified MitU a bit to suit Hotland’s very unforgiving conditions, plus added a jetpack that comes out of their back. 

MitU also gets to meet Mettaton himself, and they naively agree to do shows with him despite the risk that said shows entail.

And, honestly? Those were basically all the real changes that there are in the main run. Omega Flowey does flow differently due to Frisk lacking a SOUL, but the beats are the same. The Dates don’t vary that much, neither the amalgamates.

In the true pacifist Asriel fight, MitU is able to fully utilize their ACTing skills that they had gained all those years ago with their old family to calm Asriel down. However, in the end, they are destroyed by the final blast that Asriel shoots as his last attack. 

And it is their death that reminds Asriel of the pain he had gone through when Chara passed away while trying to make their plan go through. So he’s quick to undo his wrongs, bring Frisk back, break the barrier, return the souls, and leave to never be seen again. 

Frisk then gets to live with the monsters in the surface from then on. While their scientists do try to take the robot back, to check what they recorded Toriel’s deadly glare guarantees that Frisk shall clean their new home and have fun while doing so for a long while...

What changes in terms of mechanics? (no pun intended)

Frisk has a battery life, as explained earlier, so they need to recharge at several points in the story. It’s indicated via the heart in their chest, which may I add, is also their on/off switch. Their battery drains in turn of how much exploration you make. Note that MitU can and will run out of power in the overworld and in the midst of a fight if you’re not careful.

The UI is different as well, this was basically a mock up I made a year ago, but it gets the idea across. Their HP is replaced with a damage meter, which the more it grows, the more glitches appear on the UI and on the screen. The battery should be obvious enough.

And Frisk can also climb up some walls provided they’re colored properly, which can lead to some goodies, or allow them to solve puzzles.

And that would be all of the info I had made. What do you guys think? While I do love the concept of this AU, there was just no driving force to work on anything like a comic for me, plus, I currently work on my other AUs, so my time is already tight as is. 

If anyone has any more questions they’d like answered, I’ll be sure to answer them.

As an addendum: I must ask that people do not RP Mitu!Frisk, steal the few art pieces done for this post, or steal this AU in any shape or form without permission. 

If anyone desires to RP interactions with MitU, I RP them in the Omega Timeline server, along with other characters. It is a highly reccomendable server in my book for any UT fan that likes to RP.

I will also ask that people don’t make a AU wiki entry on this AU, as I may do that myself provided the time is right. 

[for-a-flower]

Caretaker of the Ruins

          Toriel and Frisk continued into the next area then down a wide hallway.  There were three evenly spaced drainage canals across the path.  Wooden bridges had been constructed over them to allow safe crossing.  While Toriel led the child across the bridges, Flowey emerged from the ground behind them.  "Who is this human?" he mumbled.  "How come their determination is stronger than mine?  I couldn't even fight them.  Are they really just that determined, or is there something else going on here?"  Flowey's little eyes grew wider.  "Wait . . . could it be . . . Chara?"  He observed the human for a few more seconds.  "The hair is similar, but that's about it," he said.

           Flowey glanced away thoughtfully.  "Either way, whoever the human is, they're stronger than me.  I can't stop them at the moment, but maybe I can change things to my advantage instead," he said.  Flowey smirked.  He glanced on down the hall again.  Toriel and Frisk had already moved on.  Flowey scowled.  "Slow down, will you?"  He sunk into the ground to follow.

           In the next room, Toriel slowed near a dummy by the far wall then faced Frisk.  There was a worried look in her red eyes.  She glanced away.  "As a human living in the underground, monsters may attack you.  I will tell you how to handle these situations," she said.  "The process is simple.  When you encounter a monster, they might want to fight you.  But try to strike up a friendly conversation instead.  Stall for time, and I will come to resolve the conflict."  Toriel motioned toward the dummy beside her.  "Here.  Practice with the dummy."

           Frisk looked puzzled.  He stepped up to the object and stared at its dull colored, wooden head.  He glanced at Toriel.  "You want me to talk to it?" he asked.

           She nodded.  "Go on.  Do not be shy."

           The child paused as he searched for the right words.  "Hi," he said.  "How are you?"

           A proud smile came to Toriel's face.  "Ah, very good!  You did very well."  She led the human to the next area.  "There is another puzzle ahead," she said as she walked.  "I wonder if you can solve it on your own."

           "Maybe," said the child.  "I'd like to try."  Toriel's pace increased and Frisk had to nearly jog in order to keep up with her.  She turned a corner.  The child rounded the corner a few seconds after, just as a large frog creature jumped at him.  It tackled the human, slamming him to the ground under four, wide frog feet.  Frisk gasped.  The frog let out a deep croak as several glowing objects appeared over its head.  Frisk squirmed nervously yet quickly tried to think of a way to implement Toriel's suggestion.  "Hey um . . . you have . . . nice eyes," he said.  The Froggit paused a moment.  It didn't seem to understand but looked flattered anyway.  The magic around it vanished.

           Toriel spoke with a stern voice as she rushed back to Frisk's side.  “Whatever do you think you are doing?!”  She gave the creature an angry glare.  The Froggit's eyes widened in fear.  Toriel pointed a finger down the path.  “Leave at once!”  It leaped off the young human and hopped away as fast as it could.  Toriel stared in its direction with a look of death until the Froggit had left their sight.  She smiled and returned her gaze to Frisk.  The child was staring up at her from the ground where he lay.  “Here, get up.”  She offered him a hand with a kind smile.  “I will not let anything harm you, young one.”

           Frisk took her hand and stood.  “Thank you.”  Toriel continued down the path with a smile as if the encounter had never taken place.  After crossing through another entrance, she stopped at a wide bridge that lead over a pool of water.  The bridge was covered in spikes from one end to the other.

          "Well, this is the puzzle, but . . ."  Toriel sighed.  "Um . . . here."  She held out a hand.  "Take my hand for a moment," she said.  Frisk reached to take her hand again.  “Do . . . you trust me?” she asked.  Frisk nodded.  Toriel managed a smile then started leading the way forward.  Spikes retracted in front of her as she walked only to spring back only inches behind Frisk.  The child nervously glanced over his shoulder.  None of them hit him but they were plenty close enough to be frightening.  Once safely on the other side, Toriel let go of Frisk's small hand.  "The puzzles seem a little too dangerous for now," she said.  "I . . . do not want you to get hurt."  Toriel continued into a long, narrow hallway then slowed and glanced down at dry soil.

           Frisk stopped beside her.  "Toriel?"

           When she spoke this time, Toriel's tone was more serious.  "You have done excellent so far, my child," she said.  "However . . . I have a difficult request to ask of you."

           Frisk was puzzled.  "What is it?"

           Toriel made eye contact with him then continued her thought.  "I would like you to walk to the end of this hall by yourself."  She glanced away.  "Forgive me for this."  She broke into a full run away from Frisk.

           For a second the child stood there with confusion and surprise.  A dreadful feeling came over him as soon as Toriel had gone from sight.  That sense that he was being watched had returned.  Frisk suddenly spun around and caught just a glimpse of a yellow flower sinking into the ground.  He stared then nervously glanced around the hall.  He was becoming paranoid of that flower now.  If there was one thing he didn't want, it was being alone with that thing again.  Frisk frowned then bolted down the hall in fear.  "Toriel!" he called.  He tripped over a crack on the path and fell.  Frisk got back to his feet and continued down the empty hall as quickly as he could.  He passed between tall, brick walls on either side.  Frisk hurried to the end, but as he approached all he could see was a doorway to another room and a pillar to the left.  Frisk stopped to catch his breath.  To his relief, Toriel stepped from behind the pillar with a smile.  Frisk sighed, all his worry immediately gone.

           "Greetings, my child," said Toriel.  "Do not worry.  I did not leave you.  I was merely behind this pillar the whole time."

           "I'm just glad to see you," said Frisk.

           "Thank you for trusting me."  Toriel paused, her smile fading.  "However, there was an important reason for this exercise.  To test your independence."

           "Why?"

           Toriel didn’t seem surprised by the child’s question.  She answered him calmly.  "I must attend to some business, and you must stay alone for a while.  Please remain here, by this pillar.  It is dangerous to explore by yourself."

           Frisk glanced at the tall, stone pillar.  "Uh . . . okay."  He still didn’t like the idea of being alone while Flowey might be around.  "But what if-"

           Toriel's face lit up.  "Wait.  I have an idea.  I will give you a cell phone."

           Now he was interested.  "Really?  I've never had one before."

           Toriel nodded.  "And if you have a need for anything, just call."  She took a small device from a pocket in her robe and handed it to Frisk.

           He took it with a smile like most kids would when given something.  He felt so special.  "Thank you!"

           "Be good, alright?" said Toriel.  Frisk nodded.  She turned and ran up ahead.  Frisk paused then quickly glanced behind him.  Nothing was there.  Either Flowey had gone elsewhere or had managed to move fast enough so as to not be seen this time.  Frisk sighed and stepped up to the corner on the pillar's opposite side.  He reluctantly sat down against the wall, setting the phone and stick on his lap.  He stared down the hall for a while.  If the flower was going to come back, he wanted to see it first.

           Flowey pushed up from the ground behind the pillar.  He peeked around it to catch a glance of the child before retreating again.  After a second, the flower peeked around the pillar once more.  The human was tapping on the screen of his new cellphone.  A few moments passed before he lifted the object to his ear.  Frisk waited as the phone rang.

           Toriel answered with a pleasant greeting.  "This is Toriel," she said.

           "Uh, I just want to say hi," said Frisk.

           Toriel laughed.  "You only wanted to say hello?  Well then . . . hello!  I hope that suffices.  Hee hee."  She hung up.

           Frisk paused.  "That was fast," he whispered.  She must be busy if she hardly had time to chat on the phone.  Frisk caught himself thinking of his own mom.  It kind of was odd.  Toriel reminded him of Anna.  Frisk sighed.  He already missed his parents and his home.  He wanted to know more about Toriel too, so he called her again.

           "This is Toriel," she answered.

           "Can you . . . tell me about yourself?" said Frisk.

           "Oh . . . well, I'm afraid there is not much to say.  I am just a silly little lady who worries too much."

           "Don't worry, mom.  I'm alright," said Frisk.  He cringed a little.  That had slipped out by complete mistake.  A pause followed.

           "Huh?” said Toriel.  “Did you just call me, mom?"

           An embarrassed grin came across Frisk's face.  "Uh . . . yeah."

           "Well . . . I suppose . . . Would that make you happy?  To call me . . . mother?"

           "You kinda make me think of my mom . . . because you said you worry too much."  Frisk glanced down.  He poked at the dirt with the stick in his other hand.  "She's probably worried too much about me right now.”

           "Well then, call me whatever you like," said Toriel.  "I do not mind.  Goodbye."  She hung up.  Frisk sighed and put the phone in his pocket.  There was no point waiting here.  He might as well try to find his way to Toriel.  Frisk stood up and kept moving.

           Flowey watched from behind the pillar as Frisk left.  "Finally got bored of waiting, hm?" he said to himself.  Flowey snickered then added in a whisper.  "I know how you feel."  He burrowed.

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I wanted to do a drawing

of Sans’s secret twin sister San in AFAC style,

I even decided to give her a new color of clothes to make her well let’s say stand out from Sans, when she is dressed in the same color clothes as Sans, the only thing that is different is that she is female and the fact she always wears black tights

and like I said in the description over at Deviantart

San’s own Empathy

can be strong just like Sans’s own Apathy

this makes the two polar opposites of each other 

plus I like the idea of San having the power of making herself or others either it be human or monster or pet or plant invisible

plus when I was posting this drawing over at Deviantart,

it had just hit me on that very day…..

that the outfit makes San look like a bee lol

and I decided that San is a double trait,

one side is Justice and the other side is Patience 

San knows that Chara is being used as a scapegoat and they aren’t the real threat to the underground…

but San knows that Sans wouldn’t listen and he’s set in his mindset that Chara was always the evil one

but that isn’t true,

San knows that the reason Chara becomes all Geno-Chara is because of the corruption when the true anomaly convinces Frisk to kill,

it was never Chara who did this and San’s knows this  

 and as I said before,

San knows that Chara is just being used

and she knows that Frisk is being used as a scapegoat  too

besides the whole having the ability to use invisibility 

I like the idea that San can make others forget her, like before she moves to the capital

so she will no longer switch places with Sans,

so he could take a nap without Papyrus knowing.

one of the reasons why San left Snowdin

was because of Sans, being tired of trying to reason with someone who can’t see that Chara ain’t the real enemy and they are just being used as a scapegoat

can be emotionally draining,

I think the spell she could of used

could be called Amnesia Blizzard

like it appears as snow

but really it’s magic

if magically programed right

it will make one or more forget a certain subject or person. 

San had programed it to make everyone including San and Papyrus forget her, well if Papyrus found out there were two of Sans and finds out he has a sister….

and well figuratively speaking

if San did exist in the AFAC AU

then she would still use such a magic

Amnesia Blizzard,

but could of used it when she was a child on Sans, Papyrus and Gaster to have them forget her while she ran away from home and lived maybe in the ruins,

but finding out about the riverperson

San uses the Amnesia Blizzard on them too

San knows that

depending on the programing of the magic spell

(which some monsters hardly use and they only use the shield or attack or healing forms of magic.)

the Amnesia Blizzard has it’s limits on how long it will last

which is why San would have to sneak into Sans and Papyrus’s rooms respectively and cast it and since Gaster has been in the dimension between time and space, the spell was able to last way longer because where Gaster was before, the spell was frozen.

but with Gaster being return,

San will have to cast the Amnesia Blizzard spell on him just as many times as she has done to Papyrus, Sans and Hermann

(remember this is all figuratively if she were in the AFAC, but I believe in any timeline and au, she would still use such magic such as amnesia blizzard, invisibility and any other magic she has learned)

I’m thinking of her being able to use Familiar Magic, 

like being able to summon a Familiar and cast transformation spells.

and if I had to pick what kind of Familiar San would be bonded to

it would be a Magical Beast, not to be confused with how some monsters are anthropomorphic, a Magical Beast would be a type of magical animal that has been around much longer than monsters and humans and were the first magical beings that dominated the planet before monsters and humans came along.

San’s Familiar Magical Beast, is a Cat

well it takes the form of a normal house cat  

but it’s true form is very big, like bigger than a lion or bear

so about half the size of a full grown elder dragon

I want to draw San’s Magical Beast Familiar XD

 and transformation spells can be tricky on the first try

and it could of taken San 10 years to master it, well that is the idea I want to go with how long it took her to master such magic.

and even if some think it a double trait isn’t canon to Undertale

(or even Deltarune)

but in Nintendo Switch, it shows in the fight with Mad Mew Mew

(I like to call them Madmewy)   

the soul is red on one side

and on the other it is a light blue or cyan color 

which makes it a double trait, so Nintendo Switch has made Double Traits Possible and it’s just Fanon anymore.

but being a Double Trait could be a very rare thing to have

and I still believe that Kris’s true trait is Patience

this is because when they go to the dark world

their hair and skin become a type of blue color

(the hair might appear black but it’s really a dark blue)

this is because Kris, the real them is shining through even though they are being controlled by the Red Soul.

I know a lot of fans believe that the Red Soul is Determination

but I don’t believe that at all, I mean I use to but I believe that this Determination is really the Human’s Blood not the Soul

the Red Soul’s true name is Ambition

and when a human has both the flowing blood of determination and the soul of ambition inside of them, they work perfectly together and

are very powerful and are able to use the power of Reset 

in theory maybe the other Humans with different Soul Trait

could his or her or their special powers

and once again Kris’s Soul Trait can not be the Red Soul

if it were, then Kris would of appeared Red in the dark world

not blue, them appearing as a blue color shows that the true soul inside them that is theirs is reflecting out 

I believe that Susie’s soul trait is Perseverance

this is because she still appears purple when she goes to the dark world but I guess depending on the shad of purple if it matches the soul the color could be light or dark

if the monster is already one of the two.

plus if I had to pick who to trust more Flowey or Ralsei 

I’m going to have to go with Flowey, even if Ralsei might seem sweet and kind......I know they are hiding something....and it ain’t no way that he’s the true Prince of The Dark with all those Delta Runes around his home.....he looks like a Angel and talks like a Angel,

but he’s a Demon Lord in disguise!

you know like those RPG where the Hero has to face a Demon Lord...

and if it’s okay to say, if Toriel’s OTP is Rose & Greg 

I can’t help but think Sans’s twin sister San’s OTP

would be Eclipsa & Globgor

Globgor is AWESOME,

and for me those two are the perfect One True Pairing

and I believe that if I had a counterpart in SVTFOE

they would be a Mewman/Monster, this is because I had figured out the similarities that the mewmans and monsters have to those in real life from the history of how America was formed.

so my great-great-grandmother was a full Cherokee

so if I lived in the fictional world of SVTFOE

my great-great-grandmother in that world would be a Monster

Star’s own Great-Great-Grandma Shy

(Full Name Celena Butterfly, also called Celena The Shy)

was clearly a hybrid between a Mewman and Monster

I did a drawing of Celena, Garnet, Baby Meteora, Steven and Lancer

over at Deviantart, the drawing has writing on it

it says “We Are Made of Love”

the reason why I added Lancer into it, is because of my new theory which is that Lancer’s mother was a Lightener either Human or Monster type Lightener.

Meteora is more than the two of Eclipsa and Globgor

she is her father’s fury and her mother’s patience

she is a fusion of love between a monster and mewman

 and fusions ain’t gonna follow human, mewman or monsters rules

cause they are made of love

not the Level of violence love, but Love.

anyway I really think the Black & Yellow outfit works for San

and they really do look like a bee wearing it XD

the next time I draw San in such a outfit, I think I will change the socks.

I can’t wait to see the episode of SVTFOE where we will finally see “Marco Jr.” but even if Marco’s little sibling is suppose to be a boy we can’t just rule out the possibility of them being either a boy or girl

I’m thinking up drawing up a new Fem-Agender Flag

Fem-Agender

(which is with those who were born female but feel agender too)

are half binary & half non-binary, the same can be said for those who were born male but feel between their birth gender

and being agender too.

I mean in most timelines and au

Chara, Frisk and Kris are either Male, Female or Agender

so why not Fem-Agender and Male-Agender too?

plus I still believe that a Chara who is born male in each timeline

and goes by the male pronouns, would hate humanity because of the name they were given.....cause once again Chara is a REAL NAME and isn’t from the word Character.

the only name that is truly a name that is shared between a boy and girl

would be Kris, well Sam too and any other unisex names

the name Chara is a Girl’s name

and it doesn’t come from the word Character,

but it appears some have mistaken it to be so.

and I know some know the truth about the name Chara

by the way when I say that the Submit as well as Asks are closed

I mean it is closed to everyone, I can still submit some stuff but only if I open up the submit once again and well I guess there are still other ways to submit but I like this better.

so after posting this up,

I’m going to have the submit back to being closed.

I decided to make a Ask Kris, and even have them be Fem-Agender

and well in other timelines

they could be Female or Male or Male-Agender or Agender.

but yeah the asks are closed.

anyway see ya later and stay safe everyone.

[fstandsf0rfrldays]

Chapter 4 - Friend or Foe?

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Papyrus felt guilty, all this time, he was consuming a child's blood. "Oh... I... I'm sorry..." He started quietly. "It's alright. At least you're alive and well, for someone will be very glad to see you."

Frisk was confused by Chara's words. Papyrus however, had a calculated Guess. “Do you mean... Gaster?” Chara nods. “Indeed, Dr Gaster has been very hopeful for your return.” Chara then turned back to Asriel. “Rei, you must eat them, you need your strength.” Asriel let his head hang down, “but...” Chara then interrupted. “It is alright,” they smile encouragingly to Asriel, who looked away. “Besides, you wouldn’t want to hurt our guests, right?” Chara added. Asriel nods. “That reminds me, Papyrus, when did you last take the substitute?”

“Yesterday...” Papyrus replied. “Oh dear, that is far too Long.” Chara replied and took out a few pills from the bottle. Papyrus interjected. “But- this isn’t righ-“ Chara interrupted. “Of course it’s okay, take it as... a gift.” Papyrus, with reluctance, accepted the pills, consuming them, he immediately felt a difference in his energy, he felt less tired, and could speak louder. “I... feel so much better, thank you, Chara.” He smiled gently. “It is my pleasure.” Chara smiled back.

“Asriel, please, have some of the substitute.” Chara smiled to him, Asriel then reluctantly ate some of Then substitute. Before looking away, ashamed. “Anyways, Frisk and I will make dinner.” Chara smiled to the other human child, who was confused and shocked. “But... I can’t cook that well...” Chara smiled. “Do not worry, I will help you. You can even choose dinner tonight.”

The two went into the kitchen. The lightbulb was still not changed, so it was dark. “But what about the lightb-?” Frisk asked Chara, before they silently gasped as they felt something against their neck. It was a red knife, ready to slice their throat. Chara’s eyes were glowing the same red the knife was. Chara approached Frisk and spoke with a threatening tone.

“Do not make a noise and listen to me. Very. Closely.” Chara’s sudden harsh tone made Frisk scared as they gulped and nodded. “Rei is the only good thing that has happened to me in this prison. He means everything to me. If you dare to hurt him, in any manner.”

Chara gripped Frisk’s shoulder tightly, making them instinctively wince. “The monsters will be the least of your worries in this hellhole. I will give you the slow, torturous death you deserve.” Their voice was dripping venom, Frisk was terrified at this, as tears started to prick from their eyes. Chara let the blade disappear before grinning disturbingly at Frisk. “Is that understood?”

Frisk nodded frantically as they cowered in fear. The glow from Chara’s eyes dissipate, Chara then smirked. “I’m Glad you understand, Frisk.” Chara then went to one of the cupboards, pulling out a spare lightbulb.

The stepladder Asriel must have used earlier was still there, as Chara used the stepladder to quickly change the lightbulb. The kitchen lit up, revealing a sink and a refridgerator. “Snails are a large part of the diet down here. Otherwise, a human’s diet in the underground is completely vegetarian.” Chara explained. Frisk looked around warily, still cautious of Chara. Their voice was meek, “I don’t mind… having some snails,” Chara beckoned Frisk over to the fridge, “Come here. Since you are willing to not hurt Rei, I will still let you pick what we shall eat tonight.”

Frisk placed the last bowl of the four on the table in the living room. Each bowl was accompanied by a glass of water and a fork. Asriel had curled up on the couch and had fallen asleep on Papyrus's lap while Papyrus gently tapped him awake when he saw the two humans come with the food. Asriel woke up as Papyrus told Asriel, "Dinner is ready. Asriel." He smiled gently.

Asriel yawned and rubbed his eyes before he opened them. He frowned, “I… fell asleep... again?” Chara helped Asriel to a sitting position on the couch. They spoke with a smile, “It must have been all the cleaning you did today.” Asirel smiled, "You noticed?" Chara nods. "“Indeed I noticed, but thank you for not disturbing the bags of dust this time.” Asriel frowned, “I… don’t want to touch them… anymore.” Chara smiled, "One day, you will not have to touch them." Chara patted to some space next to them, come here, Frisk." Frisk made their way over before taking a seat. "You two look really similar..." Asriel comments. "Asriel is right, you two look very alike." Papyrus added.

Asriel then spoke with a tinge of nervousness, “Do… all humans look this alike?” Chara shook their head lightly, “No. The fact a human with so many similarities to myself has fallen down here is uncanny.” Asriel asked, “Uncanny?” Chara reached for their bowl and fork, “It means something is so similar that it becomes unsettling.”

“Oh, I see.” Asriel smiled. He grabbed his bowl of stew and raised a brow, “The stew smells...slightly different. Frisk, you chose the vegetables?” Frisk nodded, “I…. I don’t really like celery… so we added more carrots.” Asriel smiled, “That’s alright.” Papyrus smiled at the little conversation. Chara had already begun eating, “The three of you should should start eating. It will get cold.”

They halted their conversation for a few moments as the two began to eat their own bowls of stew. Frisk spoke up, “Could... I ask you a few more questions?” Chara spoke calmly, “What is it?” Frisk asked “How do I get out of the underground?” Chara smirked and gave a light chuckle, “If one could leave the underground, the only exit would be on the other side. In the castle.”

Chara waved their hand over the table, “Let us say this table is the underground.” Chara pointed to where Asriel’s bowl was, “And let us say we are about here.” Frisk nodded, “Okay…” Chara ran their finger on the table, “There is still much of the underground. Waterfall, Hotland, The Core, And at last… New Home.” Papyrus listened quietly “New Home is where most of the population of monsters live. As well as the Castle.”

“And it’s in the castle?” Frisk asked, hoping they understood. Chara returned their hand to their side, “Yes, within the castle, resides the throne room.” Frisk nods, “and the king of all monsters guards it... right?” They asked. Papyrus looked aside. Chara chuckles, “to say he is guarding it would be inaccurate, for the only part of the underground that one could feasibly explore happens to be where his throne room is.”

“What kind of monster is he? Have you met him?” Frisk asked. “If I encountered him, I would be in his stomach right now.” Frisk backed up as far as they could and shook. Chara calmed their expression and added, “You would meet that same fate, should he find you.” Frisk returned to their seat and pleaded, “How do I avoid him?” “You must be very wary, assume he’s everywhere, waiting to find you. But most of all… you must avoid blue lights.” Chara replied. “Because... he has... a glowing... blue... eye...” Frisk hesitantly replied, while Chara nodded. “Papyrus told you so?” Papyrus nods and replies. “I told them if they were to see it... it would... already... be... too... late.” Chara nods. “If that eye should fall on Frisk, they will die.” They turned back to Frisk.

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[ask-serious-sans]

PTA Reader (Platonic!Reader and PTA Sans) Part 12

Summary: In which a school event results in Asgore getting stuck in a bounce house, PTA Flowey is back once again (and apparently really loves jump scares), and Linda learns why you should never insult Frisk while they're alone.

The PTA had been planning a school-wide event for several weeks, and now it was finally happening. There was a bounce house, several hand-made games like ring toss and a dart throwing game, and various snack tables. Even Muffet had been allowed to bring some spider pastries, much to Linda's dismay; mostly due to Flowey's comment that 'If Linda didn't let her bring the pastries she would just be proving to everyone that she was jealous of a spider's baking skills being superior to her own.' It was a Saturday, and nearly all the students had shown up, many with their parents. Fortunately, this event was being held outside rather than inside the cafeteria, so the amount of space available wasn't a problem. Even with everything spread out, one could barely walk ten feet without almost running into someone, not due to it being crowded but because there were little kids everywhere running from place to place. If this had been held in the cafeteria, it definitely would have been a disaster. Not to mention, you had no idea how they would have fit a bounce house in there. You and your sibling ran into Sans and Frisk, as well as Asgore and Toriel, shortly after arriving. Sans was also carrying the flower pot Flowey generally resided in, explaining that Flowey had wanted to come for the sole purpose of bothering Linda. Helen happened to overhear this, and rushed to warn Linda, much to Flowey's annoyance. "Oh, come on! I had this whole surprise planned to scare her!" Flowey muttered. "Oh well, on to plan B." You weren't sure what 'plan B' was, but you figured you would find out soon enough. Anyway, Frisk had discovered a plush dog as one of the prizes for the dart throwing game, and was now determined to win it. Considering it was one of the larger prizes, you figured it wasn't going to be easy to win. The person running the booth seemed to agree, but Frisk wasn't one to give up. Besides, this was the kid who had single-handedly freed an entire civilization of monsters, so winning a stuffed toy wasn't that improbable. Frisk took the darts and stood the indicated distance away from the dart board, a determined expression on their face. Then, their posture changed slightly, and their eyes seemed to turn red- though that was probably just a result of the sunlight hitting them in a certain way, right?- and they threw the darts, one at a time, every single one a bulls-eye. Frisk accepted the plush from the confused person running the booth with a smile, eyes now back to normal. So it had just been your imagination, you thought. Shrugging it off, you followed the others to the bounce house. Your sibling and Frisk entered the bounce house immediately, joining a small group of other kids who had already been inside. Soon, Frisk climbed back out, dragged Sans into the bounce house, and then resumed jumping around while Sans tried to keep his balance. Eventually, at Frisk's insistence, Sans started to jump around inside the bounce house as well, except every time he jumped he seemed to teleport and land on the other side of the bounce house. Soon, the children had created a game where they tried to guess where he would end up each time. Then, Frisk tried to convince Toriel and Asgore to enter the bounce house as well. Toriel started explaining that that probably wasn't a good idea, but Asgore, who thought the bounce house looked cool, actually agreed to it. It wasn't long before he realized he was stuck in the bounce house, one of his horns having been caught in one of the mesh sides of the inflatable structure. It took Toriel, Frisk, Sans, you, and your sibling to get him free, and he promptly left the bounce house afterwards. On the bright side, the children had all found the entire thing immensely funny and Asgore was now known as the 'coolest dad on earth,' at least according to the students at the school. Then you noticed Flowey's flower pot was empty, and immediately started looking for Linda because you had a feeling you didn't want to miss this. After scanning the crowd a few times, you saw her arguing with Muffet at one of the snack tables, and it seemed you'd found her just in time because mere seconds afterwards, Flowey popped up from out of the ground right next to her. Linda shrieked, but before everyone else could turn to see what had happened, Flowey had disappeared again, reappearing in the flower pot a moment later. "So, that was plan B?" you asked. "Nah, that was plan C, but I realized the chance was too good to waste." Flowey replied. "Fair enough."

Bonus - PTA Chara Later, Linda happened to come across Frisk when they were, surprisingly, completely separated from the monsters. Naturally, Linda decided to take the rare opportunity while she had it and started blaming Frisk for all the 'problems' the return of the monsters to the surface had caused her. After all, Frisk never fought or argued back; Linda had heard about this from their teachers and peers. And without the monsters, or any of their other friends around to overhear, it was unlikely anyone was going to stop her from ranting at the poor child. "This is all your fault. You've caused so many problems by bringing those monsters here." Frisk initially just remained silent, as Linda had expected, but then, something changed. They stood up straighter, glaring right back at Linda with eyes that suddenly seemed red, and spoke in a slightly different tone than usual. "Oh yes, blame a child you've barely had one conversation with for the intricacies of all the social disasters in your life. Because that makes sense." "Wha-" Linda stammered, shocked. What had happened to the overly nice child who was kind to everyone? "What, you can't handle the truth?" "How dare you speak to me like that!" Linda replied, fury filling her tone. "Like what?" the child asked innocently. "Do you know who you're talking to?" Linda asked, trying to seem intimidating. "Do you?" That statement seemed incredibly ominous, even coming from a child. Or perhaps because it was coming from a child. Linda scowled. "Now listen here, you have a horrible attitude." "I could say the same about you," the child replied with a smile. Somehow, the smile was even more ominous. Linda shivered involuntarily, but continued anyway. "You need to grow up." "Hey, I still have time to grow up. What's your excuse?" Later, Linda would try to tell the monsters what had happened, but none of them believed her. "You sure this is Frisk we're talking about?" Sans had said, looking amused. "You know they literally wouldn't insult a fly, right?" "But-" "Frisk is way too nice to do that. Nice try, Linda." Flowey had told her with a laugh. "I'm serious!" "Seriously out of it if you think Frisk said any of that," Asgore had commented. "They're the sweetest child I've ever met." "Yes, and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't make such accusations about them," Toriel had added. "I'm sure you would be less than pleased if someone had been claiming such things about your children."

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#5

Chara: Hey Frisk

Frisk: Yeah Chara?

Chara: you know that weird guy that's always in some weird space designed blanket?

Frisk: Why do you ask?

Chara: He's outside our door with a sign, asking for salt?

Frisk, opening the door: Hello, why do you need salt?

Me: ... I ran out and can't run to the store. I'm making spaghetti sauce.

Chara, peeking: you actually live somewhere?

15 notes • Posted 2021-06-09 03:52:24 GMT

#4

Jevil, sighing: Say, Gage, I get a little bored being all alone, maybe having a Chaotic buddy would be fun, but because of that spam blocker-

Gage, confused: Spam Blocker? I don't have anything like that

Jevil: ... What?

Gage: this is about Spamton?

Jevil: Yeah, uh... wait, what do you mean, don't have anything like that? You told me you-

Gage: Ad Blocker, but only on google chrome. Spamton isn't here because I never properly fought him in game, his teaser fight was all I got and hell, that's not worth as much as him being a real bigshot.

Jevil: So wait. You're only obligation of adding someone in this little world is of you fought them?

Gage: kinda.

Jevil, upset: Oh...

Gage: why don't you hang out with everyone else a bit more? Kris, Susie, Ralsei?

Jevil: Usually they hang out in that Bar. The Cat lady doesn't like my quirky antics of juggling Devilsknives on a ball

Gage: How about Seam? He's your old pal, right?

Jevil: Old, he's not as spry as he used to be. I asked if he would want to play cards, but he said he's not going to round up citizens just for a game!

Gage: how about King, he hasn't much to do

Jevil, disappointed: He won't let me use the hamster bottle

Gage: The new computer lady?

Jevil: She doesn't get the jokes I tell. Often times she takes them literally.

Gage: why not cause a little controlled havoc?

Jevil: what?

Gage: let loose. Whatever you think would be fun, do it. If anything goes wrong, I can fix it

Jevil, grinning: thanks pal

*Yeah, so uhm... writing this segment would take too long. Enjoy the aftermath*

Kris, upside down in a tree with a Tasque: JEVIL, GET ME DOWN FROM HERE YOU-

Ralsei, helping Seam repaint: I don't know how everything became Turquoise out here. I'm sure we'll get this fixed.

Seam, working: well, I have my guess. This is rather amusing. Thanks for the help Ralsei.

Tasque Manager, distressed: Please get out of the pool! Stop climbing those curtains! Where did this all come from!

Susie, slightly disappointed: A big lollipop?

Jevil, proud: Yup

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15 notes • Posted 2021-10-21 13:51:16 GMT

#3

Me: I'm glad that my account has a curse image of my fursona I made

Jevil: What's a Fursona?

Kris, rolling dice: You see a Fursona is an animal like character to express yourself. It can range from talking animals or goat people like Ralsei. While Susie may qualify for being described as a Fursona, she'd be specifically a Scaly

Susie, rolling dice: ...

Susie: F***. Also, why can't I be a furry?

Kris: Go to Jail. Also, it's because you look like a Dinosaur, even with your hair.

Jevil: Very informative! Thank you! Thank you!

Me: why am I here? Also, I wanna buy Boardwalk.

17 notes • Posted 2021-05-22 05:27:57 GMT

#2

Ralsei: Kris, we have a surprise for you!

Susie, walking in with a cake: it's just for you!

Lancer, squeaking by to set up a mini table in Kris' room: Susie though you were having a rough time, so she asked Ralsei to help make a special cake!

Ralsei, happy: She didn't even try swiping away any frosting!

Susie, whispering to Kris as she sets down the cake: I might've stolen a tiny amount of Frosting, but trust me, Ralsei lays it on thick.

Kris, examining the heart shaped cake, the Frosting has a drawing of Ralsei hugging Kris on the left as Susie gives a friendly noogie on the right of the drawing, they have a cyan tint circle background behind the 3 characters, while the rest of it is covered in relatively black frosting, except for a space on the bottom of the heart shaped cake that uses the same tint of blue as Kris' character, Signed Lancer: . . . Guys...

Lancer: it was a group effort! We all wanted to give you a part of us, Blue Kid!

Ralsei: I think Lancer mostly just wanted to be apart of it because Susie wanted to work on it, but he is right!

Susie: if you need help cutting into the cake, making it a few sections to make it easier, I'll give you one of my axes to help

Kris: can I be alone for a moment?

Susie, picking up everyone and leaving: Sure thing Kris!

Kris, alone, the door closed: Thank you...

Kris, lying down, examining the cake and holding back tears, whispering: I don't deserve this... I don't deserve this...

19 notes • Posted 2021-09-30 02:29:56 GMT

#1

???: Hello, Hello Lightners!

Susie: Lancer, why are you there

Lancer: ...

Lancer: Jevil called me because he was sick

20 notes • Posted 2021-06-04 08:51:52 GMT

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Hidden Distrust

Was busy for a while, but Gaster Blastober continues! 3rd entry for this month! Whooo! .... that’s all I have to say about this right now.

Make sure to read the others first, this is part... 4 I guess? A Breakfast Surprise  I’m At Soup Papyrus! Go Long! 

An Undertale Fanfic by: Topaz Shadowwolf Undertale is owned by: Toby Fox Set in the Gaster Blaster AU Relationships: Soriel Rating: Teen Heads up: Some mention of thoughts of self harm. Best way to explain this AU is if Sans and Papyrus were a werewolf. Consider this before reading.

Hidden Distrust

 The sound of the TV in the background had relaxed her for a few hours. Frisk was with Alphys, working on a science project that Sans was going to help with. Unfortunately, Sans was stuck in his half-changed form longer than expected, and unable to assist. This was a problem that had become more common since he changed while sick.

While Papyrus was out, Toriel offered to come over and just be around. She had brought work with her, knowing Sans is not that active at any time, but especially when he's half changed. It made her wonder what he was like fully changed; though, it is hard to ask him questions like that. Last time she tried, he just turned away, shrugged, and tried to change the subject. After that, she just avoided talking about it around him.

Toriel looked up from the papers she was grading, and over to see Sans slouched on the sofa. He wasn't even watching the show, but stared off into space instead. His left arm was propped on the arm of the sofa, while his fingers drummed out a slow rhythm that his tail swung to. This wouldn't be an issue, save for his fingers ending in sharp claws, that he absentmindedly dug into the sofa fabric.

“Sans,” she tried catching his attention.

Eye lights focused on her, without hesitation, “yeah, tori?”

“Sorry, but I think you're damaging the sofa,” Toriel said as she pointed at the sofa arm.

Sans lifted his hand and saw the snagged and torn bits of fabric strings. With a heavy sigh, he muttered under his breath. The piece of furniture was far from new, and has been handled roughly by a certain fish monster, who had been sleeping on it a while back. Yet, he shook his head and looked at the damage as if that was the first time the sofa had been marred. With a disappointed sigh, he ran his hand over the damage; as if that would fix what had been done.

“It will be alright,” Toriel offered some reassurance, but Sans didn't seem to listen as he looked more defeated than before. “There is little that can be done to repair it; but, the damage isn’t that bad.”

“i guess,” Sans sighed and looked at his claw tipped hands. With a shake of his head, he then added, “i think i’m going to go upstairs.” As he started to get up, he stretched his back and arms, almost looking like a cat in the process. His bones popped and cracked in what sounded a painful way, but the content grin and calm tail swish proved otherwise.

“Oh,” Toriel didn't like the idea of him going off alone, not after that. He hasn't hurt his hand again, like the first time she saw him like this, but that could be because she now helped Papyrus keep an eye on him. “Why don't I go up with you?”

“it’s alright, tori, i’m just goin’ to take a nap,” his voice and face were both relaxed, but his tail thrashed a couple of times in irritation.

“Yes, but, there’s no need to be alone. If you don’t want to nap down here, I can finish grading after I help you remake your bed. How’s that?” she offered a smile but saw his tail displayed continued annoyance.

He saw where she was looking and looked down at his tail with a growl. In anger, he turned slightly, and grabbed the limb. It wasn’t hard for him to catch a tail as long as his, though hanging on to it was the hard part. As his frustration grew, the more his tail wanted to thrash, and it looked like small animal struggling for its life. Based on the glare he gave the limb, she feared she would have to step in before he could harm it, and himself; and that disheartened her. But, before she could say or do anything, Sans turned back to her, his voice as calm as he could muster, “i don’t need a babysitter, tori.”

Those words cut deep, and she looked back to the papers she still had to grade. “ah, geez, tori, i’m sorry, i just… i just feel like… like,” he sighed as he struggled to find the right words.

“I’m treating you as if you were a child, aren't I?” Toriel looked back at him, and she took his silence as a ‘yes.’ She stood and moved over to him, “Sans, I’m sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel that way.”

“i know, tori, and i like havin’ you around… but not if it's like you're stuck,” Sans sat back down on the sofa after some direction from Toriel.

“Stuck?” Toriel asked, she sat next to him and put an arm around his shoulders to hold him close.

“yeah,” sans said quietly. He hesitated to lean in to her, and she could sense the apprehension he felt. The tail, still in his hands, struggled to move, but not to the same extent as before.

“What do you mean by stuck?” Toriel kept her arm in place to keep him still. He would most likely move away if allowed, and not because he wanted to.

“i mean that… you have a life outside of this that you should be able to live without needing to be trapped, or slowed down, by me. like how papyrus is… i want him to enjoy everything on the surface, but he’s scared to go on long camping trips with undyne because of me. you…,” he started shivering, magic tears building up in his sockets. He tried to move away but she wasn’t going to allow it, hugging him tight to her with both arms now. “i’m sorry tori, i never should have thought this would work, that i could hide this thing from you.”

“Sans, this ‘thing’ is you,” she freed a hand to lightly pet his skull, and tried to ease him.

“no, it’s not,” he said, and again she felt him try to move. This time she let him go and he shifted away. His tail now free, thumped against the cushions.

“It is a part of you,” Toriel tried to put a hand on his shoulder but he shied away.

“a part of me no one trusts,” without knowing it, he had pressed his back into the corner of the other side of the sofa. He had also huddled up enough to look like a trapped creature, instead of her dear one.

To give him his space, Toriel didn’t try to touch him again. She wasn’t sure where this was coming from, but she tried to stay patient, “I trust you.”

“but not ‘it.’”

“Sans, it is a part-”

Before she could finish Sans interrupted, the calmness completely gone, “then you don’t trust me!”

“Non- sense!” Toriel frowned and folded her arms, “of course I trust you.”

“yeah? then, how come, after you found out, frisk hasn’t been able to hang out here while you’re at work late. papy misses the kid, i miss the kid. but, fine, we get to see them when we visit your house. oh, right, you don’t seem to let them out of your sight when i’m around. so, i go from being the fun uncle, or whatever, that the kid used to play pranks with to asg-…,” Sans fell quiet and looked away. His grin pulled so tight from stress, it almost looked like nothing was holding his mandible on, “you’ve been through a lot, tori. you’ve had a lot of pain and loss. so, i understand. i just wish you’d be more truthful about it. because, if you can’t trust me, what’s the point of any of this?”

Toriel felt tears fill her eyes and turned away. She was only trying to help, but didn’t notice all that she was doing in the process. This was still Sans, but it had been months now, and he was right. She has had Undyne, Alphys, or even Mettaton watch Frisk when before Sans and Papyrus were her first choice.

She started to apologize when his hand touched her arm, “sorry, tori. i shouldn’t… that was wrong of me to say. i’ve enjoyed seeing you here more often.” He then paused and looked away again, “i’ve always enjoyed being around you, but don’t get stuck here.”

With a shake of her head, Toriel took a deep shuddering breath, “Let me start, by saying, I don’t regret, ever once, trying to be here for you. I just wish there was more I can do.”

Sans sat back, “you’ve helped me plenty tori. and thank you for that. just wish i wasn’t such a burden.”

“Dear one, you’re no burden. No more than I was at one time. When you first showed up at the ruin doors, I never thought you would keep your promise to come back the next day, but you did. You sensed that I was lonely; and, even with everything else going on in your life, you tried your best to be there for me as much as you could. Nearly every day. I am forever thankful for what you did. That simple act brought me peace, joy, and the laughter I hadn’t had in years.

“I’m not stuck with you, because I choose to be here with you. I’m choosing to continue this relationship, no matter the trials, because I love you,” she leaned over and kissed him on the muzzle. He was looking at her with the faintest hint of color on his cheek bones. In that moment, she pondered to herself over which form of him she thought was cutest. The original short skeleton she met, or this spiker, animal like version of himself.

“Because I love you, I need to trust you. You are you no matter the shape, and I need to go back to trusting the same monster I believed in before. I’m sorry if I lead you to feel untrustworthy, or like a child. That was never my intent, but I need to accept that is what I did,” Toriel smiled, there were still tears in her eyes but she was feeling better saying this.

There was a soft rattling sound as Sans sat there shivering, “heh, i…,” he paused and looked away. There was a mix of frustration and happiness as he sat there, some of him looked content while his tail flipped with anxiety, and his body looked about ready to shake apart.

“Sans?”

“i love you, too,” Sans said, looking back at her. The shivering slowed a little and his tail wrapped tightly around his legs.

The silence that followed marked the shock she was feeling at him saying those word. She has said she loved him plenty of times, but he hasn’t said the same back. Generally, the most he will commit to is “i really like you, tori,” as he tries to express the love she can see in his eyes lights, while distancing himself from the relationship at the same time. This though, this meant something big. He was finally admitting to her, and himself, what they both knew all this time.

It must have been getting awkward for him as he interrupted the silence first, “so, uh, want some help grading papers? it, uh, seems hard to be a teacher and have to b up so late doing all that work. it’s sad to c, really…”

“No D and F?” Toriel asked amidst her giggling.

“sorry, hate to d-ny you that, tori, but i failed to think of a way to use them,” he shrugged and Toriel roared with laughter.

“Alright, the help sounds wonderful, thank you,” she said as she smiled at him, and he smiled back.

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01.

it wasn't jason's fault---- not really. they hadn't been friends long and lance hadn't even thought about telling the other boy about all of his insecurities ( he hadn't even told his own team ) and wouldn't for quite some time. sure, he had pushed buttons, but lance was already teetering close to the edge, skin crawling with anxiousness about. . . about a lot of things. being thrust into a war he didn't ask to be a part of, of not being able to see his family ( how long would it be until he finally got to see them? if he ever got to see them again?? ), feeling completely inadequate-----

jason's comment had been so vague that, really, he could have been talking about anything, but lance had taken it a little too personal and had stopped walking, glaring the back of jason's head as his hands balled into fists. it would have been easy to let his fists fly, but it was easier, and smarter, to run. uncurling his fingers, he took a silent step backward, then another, until he had turned and began running in the direction they had come from. when he heard jason call out for him a moment later, he swallowed past the lump in his throat and waved an arm in the air.

         "i'll be back, i just forgot something!"

02.

when he had pictured himself returning to earth, he had always imagined himself running barefoot through the sand to his family and throwing his arms around as many of them as he could. he had never imagined he would be running through scorched earth, destruction all around him in a town he had never been to before, fear pumping through his veins and pushing him forward, energy rifle in hand, ready to attack anything that came at him. pidge had received a distress signal from earth ---- from the rangers. the wormhole had gotten them here as quick as possible, though. . . perhaps not fast enough. azure hues flickered about as he ran, looking for any sign of life ( though he hoped to spot a specific one in red armor ). lance had ran out of blue as the others yelled at him to stay inside while they assessed the situation, but he couldn't. not when he knew what kind of enemies the rangers went against, the kind of danger they could be in. he could feel blue's eyes on him as he weaved, dodged, and jumped over fallen debris, skidding to a halt only when he spotted the one he was looking for.          "------red ! " his heart swelled with emotion ( relief, hope, joy ) when the red ranger raised his head, looking for the source of the noise. lance took off once more, energy rifle returning to its bayard form before he returned it to his armor. as jason turned to face him, his shoulders visibly relaxing ( though not by much ) when he saw it was lance, the blue paladin couldn't help but feel a little bit of ---- anger? no, it wasn't anger. it was something else. something that stirred in the pit of his stomach, that made his fingers curl to form a fist, ready to punch jason for putting himself in such danger. but as he reached him, his body had a different idea. he threw himself at jason, arms wrapping over the other's broad shoulders, hugging him tightly as jason stumbled a few steps under the added weight of lance. a tick later and jason's arms were around lance's middle and the two held each other before lance pulled back to look at jason. he was alive and well ( at least, he seemed to be and lance was every bit determined to sit him down later to make sure ), that was all that mattered. he grinned up at him from beneath his helmet.         "---you okay? let's--- let's go find the others. two awesome robots are better than one, right? meanwhile, you can catch me up on what we're dealing with."

03.

         "hey ----! alright, once or twice i could ignore, but this is like the fifth time!" lance narrowed his gaze over at jason across the table. the ranger smiled innocently ( though lance knew him well enough to know that smile meant he was up to something ) and shrugged his shoulders.          "i dunno what you're talking 'bout, man. i'm playing fair like everyone else." jason raised his brows in silent challenge as hunk looked between them. zack sat across from hunk, leaning back as he watched in amusement.          "you know exactly what i'm talking about!" lance cried out, brows knitting together. "you---- you're hiding cards somewhere, aren't you?? i bet you are---"         "---dude," hunk interrupted, "we're playing uno. it's fine. . ."          "it's not fine! hunk, did you forget, the losing team has to run down the street naked while singing a hannah montana song of the winner's choice?"          "oh. . . right."         "i'm not hiding cards. you can frisk me if you want." jason raised his hands, careful not to show his cards. lance's brow twitched, and just as he was going to jump over the table, he was yanked back by hunk, who had seen it coming and had gotten up just to stop him.          "maybe we should play something else," hunk offered, hand clamped down over lance's mouth. his eyes, however, were focused on jason, burning with the need for vengeance --- though it must have seemed comical because both jason and zack began to chuckle. it was safe to say that lance hated losing ( and perhaps had been cheated out of one too many victories as a child ).

04.

         "you're flying too far left---- now you're too far right." this was about the fifth backseat driving comment jason had made and lance was surprised his own eye hadn't popped out yet from twitching ( or that fists hadn't started flying ). instead, he frowned and stared ahead. "jason." he used his left hand to point out their path. "we're in s p a c e ! there are no roads in space!" to further prove his point, he began zigzagging his way through empty space and could feel jason gripping the back of lance's pilot seat.          "oh. . . kay, i get your point, but i'm just saying, if you let me drive--"          "--no. nope, no-- that one was in spanish, by the way. look, i love you and all, but i'm the only one who gets to fly blue." a pause. "i don't make the rules, she does." he was definitely bullshitting jason right now, but he didn't have to know that.

05.

pain shot up his wrist as knuckles connected with jason's jaw and he lost his footing, stumbling forward. he managed to regain his balance before he could fall and he straightened himself up, eyes narrowed in a glare, tears prickling the corners of his eyes. should he have punched jason? probably not, but his words weren't getting through to the red ranger and physical. . . encouragement was the next step, wasn't it?         "lance, what the fuck??"          "lo juro por dios, jason." lance gingerly rubbed his knuckles, shaking his head. "you need to stop shitting on yourself so much. you are a great leader, okay? yeah, things---- happened, but you learn from that and you move on and become better. the next time your team needs you, you can't let the past drag you down, or else you'll be dragging them down too. so--- no, let me talk," lance said, raising a finger when jason tried to interject.          "so you need to. . . embrace your strengths, man. you and the others have done some amazing things and you can't let the nightmares stop you. trust me, i know what it's like, but there are a lot of people depending on you and a lot of them believe in you. i believe in you."jason stared at lance, rubbing his jaw where he had been punched. "lance, i-- it's not that easy. . ."          ". . . then we'll figure out a way around it. for now, you're going to tell yourself that you can do it and that you were chosen for a reason. . . and maybe get some ice because quiznack, your jaw is like, made out of steel or something and i think i might've broken my hand--"