#big fan of the 'Murder Sanses'

[oofouchstovehot]

i don't know if it's fate or math but near every fandom i've ever been in can somehow be linked to an Undertale AU i was into

[llamagoddessofficial]

How would the Bad sanses feel about kids?

Horror isn't a fan of how children have a habit of immediately bursting into terrified tears when they look at him. Kinda rude. He copes by deliberately scaring them; if a kid looks at him he pulls his scariest face. Might even say "boo" just for effect. Deep down, though, he does like kids - before it all went wrong in the Underground he used to dream about being an uncle to Papyrus' future children. When he's around you, he catches himself thinking about it... his own kids would like his face just the way it was, wouldn't they? So long as he was a good dad, it wouldn't matter what he looked like. That sounds so wonderful.

If he somehow finds a kid who isn't frightened of him, he will go full papa bear mode. Horror's the most likely of the bad guys to find a lost child and scoop them up.

Dust... avoids children like the plague. He shares Horror's habit of deliberately scaring them. He has a lot of reasons. He's a dangerous mass murderer, that's one; he also doesn't do great with noise. The sound of a crying or shouting child grates at him like nails on a chalkboard. Not to mention the fact that he's had enough of dealing with childish behaviour after a few hours around Killer.

... He also doesn't like being reminded of all the kids that used to live in his Underground. He doesn't like looking at little faces and remembering how Papyrus used to smile at him, the big brother who was supposed to keep him safe, the exact same way. The thing about having high LV is you get very used to being numb... those stabs of emotion, when they do get through, are too much.

He likes seeing you interact with kids, though. You're much better than he is, softer and kinder. Makes him think about what could've been.

Killer is great with kids. He's exciting, he's funny, he's got endless energy. He perfectly channels the 'fun uncle who clearly wants kids and would be an amazing dad', and the presence of children grounds him, taking the edge off of his worse traits and continuously pulling him down to reality. But he's also a terrible influence when left unattended. Give him an hour, and he'll be showing them how to properly hold a knife, telling them how crime isn't really that bad, and that they should totally just bite their bully as hard as they possibly can.

If a child lets him pick them up, Killer will constantly be trying to catch your eye. His huge grin speaks volumes; so when are WE gonna make our own one of these?

Nightmare says he doesn't like children. He definitely acts like it, too, he's cold and intimidating. But deep down, he's always wanted kids of his own - and he's bitter, because before he was corrupted he used to be really good with kids. Dream was (and still is) better at entertaining children but Nightmare could comfort the introverts; shy kids who cried around Dream would happily fall asleep on Nightmare's shoulder. Not anymore.

The thing is... when kids are around him for a while, you'll start to see hints of something underneath the grump. You'll notice he never raises his voice. You'll hear how his tone slips into something stern, yet calm. You'll see the 'strict but fair' edge to his sockets and mouth, you'll notice how despite all the talk of not caring his tentacles will ALWAYS catch anyone whose tiny feet are unsteady. There's a dad under there.

He's in no place for kids right now. But he does think about it - when you're around he thinks far more than he'd ever admit. He imagines giving someone the childhood he never had. If only.

[rainbowsans]

Thoughts on dusttale?

*looks back and forth*

Okay so like I’m not a big fan of the whole “sans is the LAST monster and he turns into a killer who murders his brother” kind of aus bc like….okay, but out of all the “crazy” sanses I’ve seen, I definitely like dust. dusttale as a story is okay like nothing revolutionary imo but still okay.

so uhhh 👍

[faux-mance]

so nice to be posting my own thoughts since I just reblog 99% of the time

anyway im not a big shipper in terms of romantic or sexual pairings … or like … in general ….

I like hcing charactets with as buds but also more ambiguous or undefined relationships so i wanna talk about some ships i actually Do Enjoy in utmv ^_^ Plsplspls do not take these romantically for the most part Im so fucking aroace

geno & murder (dust)

imo my absolute favoritest … SUCH a rarepair, i dont think I even See these together like, Ever. but geno’s my favesie ever and I have some heavy thoughts about his similarities with the bad sanses (esp horror and dust). I like thinking about these two before the actual events of Aftertale (so when geno is alone in the save screen) I don’t think they’d get along at first at all. Geno would fucking hate murder for intentionally killing papyrus, no matter if its hypocritical of his own plans of erasing their world. But I think with a mediator they would get along extremely well. Probably not on their own though

I also thinking they are EXTREMELY interesting narrativr parallels. I have so many thoughts about geno’s mentality doing a complete 180 of actual Sans in genocide that we see in undertale, and the differences between him and murder as well. I could make a huge post about these two ALONE honestly. I could make a million posts about them. also need to figure out a ship name for them.. i called them redscarf for a while but i could do better

I do like romantic interpretations of this one but No One Is Allowed To Do It Except Me. you jsut dont get them like I do 👿

bad sanses (-nightmare)

im gonna be honest this stemmed from me being a kross fan (though I dont always include cross in this ship… sometimes its just mtt) but then I thought about the bad sanses as a whole. i am a heavy enjoyer of Nightmare Is A Shitass And His Gang Fucking Hates Him. I think they would all end up escaping him and find some quiet au to live in away from all the outcodes. I do enjoy some romantic interpretations of these and their subsequent ships ( esp horror/killer, i think that should be explored more ), tho very very Tentativrly. idk i vehemently dislike most pairings with nightmare (that man is so aroace & relationship repulsed to me) and I dont think hr would take in his gang looking for pawns or to feed on their negativity and end up loving them . Attached , definitely , but that is a whole other story ( and one I love to explofe in terms of killer and nightmare’s dynamics especially )

dream & nightmare

BIG BIG REMINDER WITH THIS ONE THAT I AM NOT FUCKING TALKING ABOUT ONLY ROMANTIC / SEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS !!!!!!!!!! i Do Not ship them romantically or sexually and I Dont Care If You do but this is not dreammare please and ty

ahem anyway. I know joku has said one doesnt necessarily die when the other does but they are so connected to me. They are two halves of the same whole and they will rejoin one day. I have my own version of dreamtale in the works but these two are EVERYTHING to me. There isnt one without the other. To me. They are brothers they are family they are so much fucking more they just Are. Dream and Nightmare. Nightmare and Dream. Night and Day. Positivity and Negativity. You know? Do You Get It.

will perhaps add more but im tired now.. and Im gonna visit the fangamer store soon so yeah smiles

[iamsofuckinggay]

Thoughts about kustard and bad sans poly?

So about kustard

I love it, but I hate the fandom rappresentation of them, becouse its not made for angst or big love confessione,it's a very silly ship.Its based on them just flirting with food puns and casual ciddles,wich I love,bonus if fell Is a gay panick

Bad sanses poly,so, I'm not the biggest fan becouse I strongly believe in d'amare and even if I can see why you would ship killermare or Crossmare,I dont really like Nigthdust and especially Horrormare

So I see Nigthmare as more of dad for them,but the ship dinamic would be "we are the only ones who understand eachother and It does not matter what other people think" or a more crack "we are a fucked up group of murders but like romantically"

[wishingstarinajar]

Yoooo wait horror/dust/killer rewind variants???? :O

Hah, no xD

I've said this before when I was asked about an Underfell version of Rewind, but I personally don't feel super comfortable with making other Sans variants of Rewind or better put, Rewind variants of existing Sanses. Underfell Sans already exists, so Rewind is not going to replace him in some Underfell/Underewind AU.

This was also the reason why I didn't bring forth a solid answer to the Dancetale Rewind question asked not too long ago, and why I didn't create an actual Dancetale design for Rewind as an answer and instead suggested some clubbing outfit he owns.

Creating other AU variants of Rewind feels like encroaching on others' territory. Not every creator out there is happy to see another person's Sans get mashed up with theirs. Some are fine with it, some are not and it's a gamble I don't want to take. For instance, Dusttale's creator is not a big fan of others creating AU versions of Murder!Sans (Dust) or the AU itself, so I am respectfully not going to touch that. And I understand it because I too am very iffy about other people creating AU versions of my "original" Undertale OCs and AUs (which is why all my FAQs and info posts out there say no to that).

It was easy with Lust!Rewind because he isn't a Lust!Sans variant, but simply Rewind injected with the LUST trait. Lust and Rewind are two completely different characters... other than being Sans-coded, of course. Their stories don't match at all. I created him because I am fascinated by the whole LUST trait injection concept, one of the reasons why I have several Lust OCs that are completely unrelated to the Underlust AU setting and/or cast.

Creating Swap!Rewind is that one exception because he gets turned into a Papyrus, which is a whole other ball park! It's also an AU that belongs to the Undertale AU community and is allowed to be used as a foundation for whatever idea someone might have. This combo makes things so much easier...

Granted, this is a personal weird hangup that I have on this particular matter and I know it ruins the fun (wee woo wee woo, fun police!), so I can only apologize for it. It's fun to speculate about the what-if's but I am not comfortable with actually creating such designs (or have other people do it for me. Please don't.) when it comes to Rewind and even his brother.

Though, I won't mind theming him to some other AU, as in just having him dress a certain way to fit in better. That's different from creating an actual variant.

Yep, I rambled. Sorry about that.

[lagt-duck]

First meetings can be very weird

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So i have this bonkers idea of a ut au

Granted i know nothing of the Bad sanses and at this point i don't even know if i want to, But i always been fascinated by the whole idea. So this is a simple au with Bad Papyruses (absurd name i know)

The idea is that Dustbelief papyrus (Ash) and Disbelief papyrus (Mis) ally to try and rewind their timelines where the human simply decided that they were just not coming back

The meaning of doing that is that they need a lot and i mean A LOT of determination to do that

And since they can't just use another human and/or other monsters they go around aus murdering monsters, taking their dust and compressing it into Gems, the gems permit them to concentrate a lot of power with very little space and it's also easier for not mixing their respective Jars

Other paps that can Join are probably Beta papyrus because he is an asshole i dunno and maybe King papyrus from that one ending

The idea is that Error Papyrus (Glitch) warns G papyrus that some aus are having a murdering spike and it's not the work of any sans

Mis and Ash harbor a lot of hate toward Classic papyrus (who i call simply Paps) because in a twisted way they think it's his fault (their past selves) for being too kind, too inactive or being reckless

I am a big fan of Extremely competent Papyruses and this au is a little pleasure of mine

I hope this can be interesting! (I am always open to chat about this au!)

[sagaverse]

Well then, taking in consideration while you've said last time, the explanation makes some sense, though what could I have not understood is how Murder, Killer and Horror have remained filler linear characters without any improvement in their kit, power or mindset.

While it is true that they've not trained as much as Ink, due to not having access to any "worthy" opponents, you would believe that they fought Ink, Error and many other threats multiple times while under Nightmare's service, as while the mindset is understandable for Killer's Phase 3 soul, in which he acts more impulsive, you would expect Murder and Horror to at least plan something before charging head-on like some idiots.

I am aware of the plot being plot, and that you've stated that this deviated from the Canon of those characters, and this is just some nitpicking, so I am not going to bring links about Murder's intelligence, Horror's prowess or Killer's determination, since Murder is already deviated from it due to somehow being willingly to work with those like Error or Nightmare.

Nonetheless, those 3s are always used for comic relief in most comics as being defeated easily by most protagonists, soften up too much or remaining liner compared to most other characters. If people from Omega Timeline are as dangerous as you've made them look and sound in the omega timeline, this just makes this even more illogical, but yeah.

Anyway, I am looking forward to see Error's deviation from his canon self to his saga verse, despite making OG Error look like a dumbass, even though he was still able to comprehend plans such as when capturing blueberry, keeping big part of his Geno's mind capabilities, but being limited due to his ERROR's limitation, extreme feelings and fear of seeing himself as the hypocrite and monster he is.

In a nutshell, the general idea of this ask is why The Trio of Sanses have remained linear, while most other characters have continued developing.

DISCLAIMER: As said in several paragraphs, I've understood that the script is already made, so complaining won't change it. I am more interested about reasoning over changes. If it contains any spoiler, just don't mention it and specify that it be revealed in the comic during a future chapter.

Here, the murder trio are basically puppets.

Horror and Dust were taken right out of their AUs by Error off-screen and so they're not them anymore, just mindless puppets acting on command.

Killer, as you can see. Was re-coded by Error after his demise, and so he belongs to him as his puppet just like the other two. None of the trios is directly serving under Nightmare anymore. Error only lent them to Nightmare because he had experience controlling the trio in the past.

Also, let's face it, the Murder Time Trio is not really canon to each of their members. The 3 of them being together was also a fan-fan-made thing, inspired by the Bad Time Trio stuff. Killer, Horror, and Dust are just not fit for one another in my opinion. And you can see why we don't put much effort into building their already shambling team's base.

This is why we also don't put the Star Sanses stuff into the SagaVerse lore, having someone (Swap) being an AU inhabitant as a part of their member just doesn't work well with his AU being under lots of threat. Not to mention he's weak against his own AU's rules, making Swap a weak link between the 3 of them.

As for the OT, most of them are SURVIVORS. And we gotta remember that most survivors in the UTAU turned out into either Out!Codes or OT inhabitants. Some AUs self-destruct, intervened by Out!Codes, or destroyed by Error. Some of the survivors in the OT have fought either Error or other villains before their AUs destruction, they're most likely fueled with VENGEANCE tbh.

"There are consequences to every action" And that's what destroying an AU but having a survivor left behind basically is. they're fueled by their desire to have revenge on those that destroyed their AU. So if they can have someone able to counter Error and other villains then they will GLADLY train them, and so that's what happened to both Ink and Dream's training.

PS : Instead of focusing on Killer, Horror, and Dust, we decided to focus more on their AU/AT. KillerTale, DustTale, and HorrorTale. As this is the part that almost nobody looked further into it due to the amount of focus on the Sanses. When we said Multiverse, we do mean Alternate Universes and Timelines. The world-building, the stories, and the places that it has. We have lots to research but we'll do our best.

Rev/Revolvius

[hahanoiwont]

@bluerose2017 replied to this post: I feel that Frisk would get along so well with the more murder type sanses. Like Dust Sans from Dusttale, Nightmare, Killer, and Error. Frisk would understand their motives for being the bad guys.

Yes!!! oh boy, yes. ok ok let's go down a really self-indulgent path with this, alright? we're about to have good fun. which i will put under a cut bc it may get long. (EDIT: haha yeah it got long. multiverse shenanigans ahoy)

so let's say Frisk follows the path from Fall Into Grace. They go straight to Horrortale, and they stay there for a bit--sure, Ht!Sans starts out hostile, but the both of them slowly learn to trust each other. By inches, they try to come to understand each other. They both have in common that they were lurched from a deeply violent society into Regular Undertale (but spooky); they both clearly broadcast their trust issues, and therefore can work on them together. At the end of Horrortale, they're planning on sticking it out together on the Surface.

Then Frisk disappears. In Horrortale, their disappearance is while Sans is looking elsewhere--it's just like HT!Frisk's disappearance originally, except this time, they got everyone to the Surface first.

So now, Horror is having his triggers stomped on. Not a fan. He wonders at first if this is just what happens--maybe Frisk is meant to disappear, and HT!Frisk didn't mean to abandon the Underground to its fate. Maybe Frisk isn't a human at all, but some sort of apparition that appears periodically and vanishes just as quick. Maybe he's still starving and it's all a delusion his mind made for him as he's dying.

Or maybe Red crashes through, absolutely ready to shoot first and ask questions later. And suddenly Horror has his answers. Alternate universes. Obviously. Very stabby alternate universes.

Frisk, meanwhile, lands in Dusttale.

Dusttale, to my knowledge, is the AU where the human (whether it's Frisk, Chara, or the player is unclear to me) does genocide after genocide, resetting dozens or hundreds of times until not only does Sans remember, he also goes insane. Given the inevitability of all his friends dying, and how his low stats prevent him from fighting the human until they've killed enough people that his karma effect becomes useful, he decides he's going to kill everyone, gain the LV for it, and then kill the human as soon as they come around.

This is not a great situation for Frisk to be wandering into. Given that they're nearly identical (clothing aside) to their Dusttale counterpart, and Sans is insane anyway, they're not likely to see mercy in this world. Frisk walks in, sees that Sans is crazy, dies, walks in, sees that Sans is crazy, dies, walks in...

Eventually, a la WT!Swapfell, Frisk figures out the right ways to dodge as much as possible of the initial ambush; but they can survive for minutes at a time, if that. This Sans's stats are hopelessly inflated, and he doesn't play fair. It comes down to their DETERMINATION versus his, in a mirror of the same struggle that drove him crazy in the first place. This time, Sans is inevitably killing every monster, and Frisk is the one who can't save them. But, in a conflict of interests like this, Frisk is always going to win--they have an unfair advantage, straight out. They're simply more DETERMINED.

Eventually, Sans is stumbling bleakly through his genocide, disassociated to the point of hardly understanding what he's doing and why. He kills people because he kills people. He has a vague certainty that he's keeping them safe, but he doesn't understand how. He knows that he used to be different. He knows this is somehow Frisk's fault. But his ability to remember across RESETs is being buried under his inability to think straight under the massive trauma. He doesn't understand why he's killing his brother. He knows he doesn't want to. He knows that Frisk can probably tell him, but he also needs to kill Frisk very quickly, before they can gain EXP from...the piles of dust?...because there are no surviving monsters to kill.

He finally stops before killing Frisk and asks them why. Why are they making him do this over and over again? Why are they looking at him like that? Why is everyone dead? Why, when he's felt so numb for so long, does it still feel like it hurts?

Frisk has no idea why this Sans has killed everyone. Months have passed in increments of a day or less, as Sans swiftly and efficiently executes all of his neighbors. He's learned every place that people will go, and he shows up where the most people are congregated at a given point in time, leaving nothing but dust by the time Frisk gets through the Ruins. They've never gotten out in time to save a single monster. They're pretty sure Sans is possessed, or something, because this isn't something he would ever do (insert irony with Red's desire to kill literally everyone in Underfell).

When Sans doesn't kill them right out the gate, as it were, they begin to hope that whatever has been forcing him to do this has let go, or at least worn out enough that he's beginning to fight through it. They're not totally wrong--whatever is left of Sans is waking up, a little bit, as he leaves behind his scripted execution.

Frisk goes to Dust and tries to hold him, rocking back and forth like Red would do for them when they woke up out of a nightmare. He almost kills them for it, but what's the point? They'd just come back, and Dust would have to kill everyone one more time. He's tired. He lets them do what they want. It mostly makes him feel worse, but he doesn't stop them.

There's a strong parallel here to Going Big; Going Home. In that story, Red went into a deep depression spiral for months following his realization that he couldn't bring himself to kill every monster in existence even if it would save his brother; in this story, Dust has killed everyone already and no longer sees any point in much of anything, struggling to understand what has happened to him and why he did what he did. He wants to Fall Down quietly, but his newfound stats and his desire to survive until he's sure Frisk is dead won't let him. Also, Frisk is standing in his way.

Seeing as Dust is apparently going to be docile and passive for the time being, Frisk takes his hand and walks him through Snowdin.

They see a vision of a massacre.

Piles of dust, items lying around as if people just dropped dead in the middle of whatever they were doing. Doors are hanging open from where people went to greet their friendly neighborhood skeleton and ask what he was knocking for, only to die in seconds. The Underground was only somewhat prepared for a human to go through and get violent, and they weren't prepared at all for one of their own to kill them. Frisk sees every evidence of a very efficient, merciless slaughter. Dust is looking blankly at it all, like he can't quite put together what it means.

Frisk gets a strong feeling that they shouldn't visit their brothers' home.

Instead, they bring him to a cabin far removed from town, visible only from Glyde's ledge, and push him to sit in a wooden armchair. They pat his hand to tell him to stay there while they look through the cabin for dust. They don't find any. Dust could have told them they wouldn't, except that he's having trouble finding his voice right now. He waits where they put him until they give him the all clear.

He's supposed to watch the human. They're supposed to be doing something for him to watch them for. But the kid in front of him seems mostly interested in holding his hand and trying to smile for him. He sits in stasis, with his drive all run out but without anything else to turn to.

The first week is mostly silent. Frisk doesn't speak, and doesn't really communicate anything that Dust would need a response for. Dust chats with his hallucination of Papyrus sometimes, but since Frisk can't see him, the conversations end there.

On a given day, Frisk will set Dust up in the chair with a book that they've decided he'd like, sometimes with a blanket or a glass of milk to go with it, and they'll venture out to the Underground. Dust will shadow them from a distance as they investigate for survivors. There aren't any. They'll come home with some supplies and fill up the cupboards. Dust will already be there, right where they left him, with the book opened up to a random different page than before. If it's towards the end of the book, Frisk will decide that he liked it and try to find more books of that kind.

They'll go to the kitchen and try to put something together for dinner, and Dust will take all the cooking implements from them and actually make the thing they're trying at. He silently revokes their cooking privileges when they try to shatter a bottle of vinegar into a salad. Papyrus says he should have just eaten it. He also says that Dust is infecting Frisk with his horrible tastes in food, just like he's probably infecting them with the dust on his hands. How long until they're a killer like him? Dust tries to argue that they were the killer in the first place, but the words ironically die in his mouth. The truth is bitter, and he's not even sure what it is anymore.

After that, Frisk is allowed to taste test and get ingredients, and otherwise they're watching with their eyes and not their hands.

Once the food is eaten and cleaned up, Frisk will bring out something for the two of them to do together. Board games, card games, hangman, puzzles. Frisk always deals for two. Dust doesn't see a point in fighting them on it, which Frisk decides is a very hopeful sign. Sometimes he breaks the rules and just sort of moves one thing to another spot blindly, but he is moving!

Frisk usually wins these games on account of being the only one paying attention, but since they let him keep his illegal moves, he wins Sorry by sorta pushing his pawns into his safety zone on the fourth turn. After the game, Frisk always decides it's bedtime, gives Dust another book, and leads him to a bedroom, where they leave him to take it from there. Rinse and repeat the next morning.

The second week, Dust starts glancing at the titles of the books he's given, and maybe the summary if it seems interesting. He tells them not to bring him encyclopedias anymore. They bring him a dictionary instead. It takes him four minutes to decide whether killing them is an appropriate response.

(Verdict: no. It wouldn't make a difference, anyway.)

The third week, he walks with them on an outing. Frisk steers away from population centers and takes a back way through Waterfall to look at the lights. They sit there in silence--even Papyrus is quiet. The echo flowers have each had their messages replaced with a single, loud clap. Nobody says, "Why are you doing this? What--Sans, wait, wait--!"

The fourth week, Dust starts reading the books he's supposedly been reading all day during the night. It's weird to feel bored in the ashes of civilization. He tells Frisk short, single-sentence descriptions of the more interesting ones. They seem happy. Dust is pretty sure there's some sort of Stockholm syndrome going on here, but he's not sure which way it goes.

One universe over, Red and Horror are searching through a universe that seems like it's had some extradimensional interference, but it can't possibly be the one Frisk is in, because it's a dead Underground. As far as they can tell, there are no survivors. Still, they keep coming back to it--it's the only potential positive they've found. And even though the universe seems to be a dead end, things keep moving in it--a book vanished here, a cupboard rearranged there. It's like someone is very stealthily looting the place.

After seven weeks of quiet, routine days with quiet, routine ups and downs, Dust is taking charge of a few things. He tells Frisk what groceries to get, and decides what to make for meals. He's attempting his first joke in a long time when he dryly bans Monopoly forever, but somewhat to his surprise, Frisk listens. The Monopoly board doesn't come out again. He's not sure what to make of this--that the person who drove him crazy is the person who's trying to make him sane. Most of the time, he chooses to forget that there's anything but this. Two people exist in the world, and one of them is an unstoppable killer and the other is a patient, even-tempered pacifist. He can't even tell which one is which anymore. It's whatever.

Left to his own devices, Dust may have spent years or longer like that. The Underground may not have the resources to sustain all of its inhabitants without things like farmers or energy, but it's got plenty for two people. But Frisk writes a very short letter for him, saying, can we try again? Can you not kill Papyrus? I miss him and I want him to be alive.

Well, with an argument like that.

Dust doesn't really want to see a RESET. It feels like it isn't worth it, having everyone alive again just to watch them die. Even if Frisk doesn't kill them, who's to say Dust won't? Even if he doesn't kill them, who's to say that Frisk won't, either? Maybe the Underground will just cave in. Dust is sure he can't have that life again, surrounded by living people when even Frisk and his hallucinations seem like a crowd sometimes. He's pretty sure his LV stopped going down a few RESETs ago. He doesn't think he can be Sans again.

Eventually, he decides it doesn't really matter what he wants. Frisk will do whatever they want and there's nothing he can do to stop them.

After the RESET, Dust wakes up to his brother's voice, telling him it's time to start the day, and also his brother's ghost, already with him as always. He goes to the square just to see if he's gonna lose it and kill everyone, and now that he's looking, he notices the split-second flinches when people recognize him. Most of them don't even notice it in themselves, but they know he's something dangerous. He heads to the Ruins door and waits.

It's easier once Frisk comes out. No one in the Ruins is dead. Dust and Frisk both didn't kill them, this time around. If he sticks really close to Frisk, he can pretend everyone's apprehension is just for the human in their midst. After all, Frisk is just as much a killer as he is. It's not his fault his LV's stuck at 20.

Frisk has a tough time making friends. The people of the Underground seem to expect them to be some terrifying killer, and everyone seems to want to protect each other by killing Frisk. It doesn't help that Dust doesn't like people in his space much, and flashes his spooky-eye look at anyone who gets within about three feet of the two of them. They're not quite sure who he thinks he's protecting, but they trust him to have good reasons to do what he does.

The only time Dust leaves their side for any significant period is when they're with the real, alive Papyrus, who frets about his brother. Sans has gone missing, he explains, but no one will believe him because they've all seen him around. But he hasn't come home. People who don't come home are missing. So Sans is missing. He's certainly missing dinner, and Papyrus needs to get him to come home before he eats nothing but ketchup and grease for his meals. Frisk knows their own Papyrus well enough to see what he isn't saying--that Papyrus needs to get him to come home before anything bad can happen to him. That Sans disappearing when he seems so listless and blank can't be a good thing. That Papyrus is scared for his brother.

Dust can't stand to see his living brother. The idea puts him in a cold sweat. If Papyrus is living, then Papyrus can die. He prefers the phantom--cruel as he is, at least he'll never leave Dust alone. Dust can never hurt him and never kill him. Frisk can't even see him. As long as Dust is alive to see him, Papyrus's ghost is safe.

When Frisk breaks the Barrier, Dust disappears quickly afterwards. They find him standing alone a little farther down the cliffside, isolating himself; and they grab his hand again like they always do, to bring him back home. They're surprised when they fall out of the world--they almost forgot. They'd almost hoped it wouldn't happen.

Dust doesn't try to stop them. Just like always, he follows them through. He kind of hopes for oblivion, for an end to choices that he always makes into mistakes, but he's not so lucky. He wakes up to Frisk's frantic shaking in a patch of flowers far Underground. This is Underswap, and Dust is about to have a horrible day.

I think in this AU, I'm going to leave Killer's story--mostly because I don't know his backstory very well, just that he's Nightmare's right hand man and assorted other factoids. And since Nightmare isn't technically a Sans, just the embodiment of negative emotions, his universe wouldn't even be in the running for Frisk to land in--similarly, I am too charmed by Error's story to change it. So here's where I think this goes from here.

Nightmare arrives in Horrortale, intending to recruit Horror. The guy's life is miserable, there's no reason for him not to hop out of his universe to cause mayhem as long as it's better than starving. But the universe isn't the same anymore. Nightmare considers wrecking stuff in order to snack off of negative emotions, but Horror and Red are scanning the hell out of the universe, so Horror is able to pick up on a hole being punched in it and appear in a matter of minutes. He asks why Nightmare is here, and Nightmare says honestly that he was here to recruit him as part of a small team to complete certain missions, embodiment of negativity, eternal struggle in the multiverse between Nightmare and Dream, food and five-star lodging provided, etc. But it seems like he's got something going here, so...?

Nightmare is honestly fairly impressed that someone noticed him entering the universe so quickly, and he's hoping Horror may still be interested. It's too bad that Nightmare can't get Horror's lifelong trust and allegiance by rescuing him from a bad situation, but he's certain he can make it work. He only has one minion as of right now, that being Killer, and he'd like to have at least one more (if only so Killer will stop bothering him when he's trying to Plot Evilly. Also, Dream has two friends to Nightmare's one minion, and Nightmare can't be lagging behind, that's just unacceptable).

Horror may not need immediate rescue himself, but he sure knows someone who does. He asks a few careful questions about the multiverse--would i be able to visit other universes on my own? Yes. am i allowed to interfere with other universes? Encouraged, even. Especially where spreading misery is concerned. can i take someone out of a universe if they don't belong in it? What an oddly specific question. Nightmare is beginning to think he'll have a way to endear himself to Horror, after all.

Horror dismisses his questions as mostly being about the job he'll be doing--after all, if he's fighting people who travel between universes, of course he'd want to know if there are ways to track people across universes, or to tell if there's someone in a universe that doesn't belong there. Nightmare lets it pass without comment for the time being, but decides to keep an eye on the situation, to try to figure out what exactly Horror is looking for. If he's willing to leave his whole life behind and set himself up for a lifetime of fighting just for a chance to find it, then Nightmare has an easy way to earn his eternal loyalty. Muahaha.

Now of course, this is all for Evil reasons and not because Nightmare isn't sure how to make people like him if he doesn't provide some service or do some great favor for them. He certainly hasn't seen people love his brother for the happiness he provides, and said "I could do that >:( I could do Good Things for people and then they would Like Me and not hate me >:( and in fact I would do it while being Very Evil so I know they'll like me for me and not just because I'm, for example, a paragon of light and hope in the multiverse >>:( and then I would have better friends than Dream. and he will be super jealous. because i will have friends who like me. so there >>>:( this is what WINNING looks like, brother >:("

Now this would leave Red in the awkward position of being in the wrong universe and also missing in his own universe. I am not sure what I want to do with him here--he could come with Horror, and just sorta hang out as a Bad Sans. I know he's not normally one, but he comes from Edgy Universe so I could see it? But also, I know canonically Error steals from Red's chocolate supply, so I think it would be kind of hilarious if Error's been pissed bc his stock isn't being replenished, being as Red isn't around to buy more. And Nightmare could just. dump Red back in Underfell. Both as a favor to Error, to try to secure his loyalties at least a little, and as a show of how Powerful and Evil he is for his brand new recruit. Both options are tempting...I am undecided. But uh, something happens with Red. He is somewhere. Horror probably wouldn't just ditch him in Horrortale on his lonesome.

Now, Horror and Killer get along alright. Killer's got the sarcastic fast-talker charm, and Horror is getting used to being able to hold conversations at a normal speed again. And both of them get along with Nightmare. Killer is witty and challenging, and Horror is loyal and hardworking and (VERY important) knows how to cook great meals. No more mediocre fried rice. Scrambled eggs are no longer mysteriously watery. It is shocking how much home life improves with good food, and Horror is a big fan of having a seemingly endless pantry. His stipulation that a portion of everything gets sent home to Papyrus is a pain at first, but it's not so bad once it gets ingrained as a normal part of mealtimes. Sometimes his Papyrus visits, and that goes about as well as meeting family members of a dear friend for the first time can go. A bit awkward, but it settles into something positive.

The only weird thing is, with every new universe, Horror insists on making sure there's no one there who isn't native to that universe before havoc can begin. It's not a huge pain or anything, and it is a good move strategically, but it's a very specific request. Once it happens enough for Killer to get curious, it isn't long until the cat's out of the bag--a story of a sibling accidentally cast aside, a world that was cruel and unfair to them, a misunderstanding that made their brother think they were horrible and abandoned him to an awful fate when actually they'd done nothing wrong, and an endless journey that never seems to point home. And Horror was willing to put aside everything to try to bring them back--if not home, then at least to somewhere safe. To build new common ground together, after the old grounds went up in flames. To understand their side of it and see that they weren't wrong even if things looked kinda bad on their end, actually everything they did was completely justified, Dream--

Suffice to say that Nightmare is sympathetic. That is, he can see the strategic advantage to helping Horror find this sibling of his, and reunite them. Because then he'll have an endlessly loyal minion, and probably also an endlessly loyal minion-in-training. Obviously. He doesn't even believe in brotherly love, so obviously it's not out of some imagined desire to see his friend family underling scrape a happy ending out of what seems like an unrecoverable falling-out (complete with literal falling, in this case) with his sibling. It's just a matter of spending a tiny amount of effort searching for a months-old trace of a magical trail that's interrupted by not existing in some parts on account of time travel.

Killer iirc can't feel much of anything but hate, but he doesn't hate Horror, and it's not like he's forgotten what emotions are entirely. He does want the guy to be happy. They're kinda buds and Horror watches obscure competition shows at 3am with him when they both can't sleep. It'd be a little awkward to have a Frisk around, but at least it's not Chara. Most people he meets on a day-to-day basis are technically versions of him, anyway, and it's not like he can't differentiate them. He'd put up with it for Horror's sake. He'll only stab them if they're possessed, probably.

Thing is, when they do find Frisk (eventually Nightmare thinks to call in a favor from Error), Frisk is traveling universe to universe with some apathetic LV 20 Sans who is still trying to figure out when murder is and isn't the way he wants to solve his problems. Namely with other Sanses, since he has enough self-hatred that he can't imagine it's much of a loss. Thing is, he fcking hates it when Frisk time-travels, and it makes Frisk miserable, too, so he can't just murder every Sans who annoys him even slightly...but most Sanses don't take kindly to some LV 20 stranger wandering through...which means everything would just be easier if they were to go missing...not like more dust on his hands is gonna make a difference, right?

But no, Frisk always insists on going back to when the local Sans was alive, and it's just a waste of time and energy. So Dust mostly doesn't kill anyone who isn't a real jerk first. Mostly.

This is the scene that Nightmare & Co come upon when they finally catch up. They have to take a moment to regroup, because who even is this guy? He never leaves Frisk's side for long (local Sanses have a tendency to ambush and kill him for being a violent lunatic if they can get him alone, and then at least one party dies, and then time travel, etc.), he talks to thin air, he's generally Kinda Creepy.

Their initial thought is to try to get Frisk alone, but Dust in this time has noticed that they're being followed by a group of very suspicious characters, and tells Frisk to go on ahead while he lurks. It comes to a pretty devastating battle, between Dust's combat prowess and the gang's equally impressive abilities (Killer having done his own geno run, Nightmare having an impressive body count and also massive raw power on account of being kind of a demigod, and Horror himself being no slouch in combat). Frisk sits over in the next room like they're in the waiting room for a dentist's office, poking at echo flowers and waiting for their brother to be done with Mysterious Errands while ignoring three separate variations of Megalovania in the background.

Then Frisk figures, wait, there are a maximum of two Sanses...but three Megalovanias...that ain't right. Also, Dust said he wasn't gonna kill the local Sans this time. He didn't promise, but he said he would try, so he really shouldn't be sneaking off to pick fights. This is the conclusion Frisk comes to about six seconds before the wall is destroyed by stray blaster fire.

What they see through the wall is Dust, teleporting right out of combat to make sure they didn't get hurt or vaporized, and out of the rubble they can make out a goopy octopus Sans, a Target Sans (which makes other Sanses...walmart brand? food for thought), and a Sans that takes a second to place, because they really weren't expecting to see Horror here. And fighting Dust. Frisk is disappointed in him.

When the dust (magical and otherwise) settles, everyone ends up having a civilized conversation by the combined forces of Frisk and Nightmare. Killer and Dust were having fun, but not much was getting accomplished with massive property damage. It comes out that Nightmare's crew was coming by to get Frisk and rescue them from their endless tumble through the multiverse (which Error claims is giving him a headache anyway), and Frisk is very happy to agree to that part, and also to go live in a cool castle "for the time being." Allegedly, they will find somewhere else to stay soon, because Nightmare is not running a daycare for wayward interdimensional youth.

Frisk's condition is that Dust has to come with them, since he's been hopping through dimensions following them for so long now that they don't know what they'd do without him. Literally, every time the Barrier comes down, he waits for the hole in the world to open, takes a couple warm-up steps, and dives through after Frisk--he hasn't found a universe he could stand to stay in, yet. He hates the idea of living among people he remembers killing over and over again. At least if he follows Frisk around, he's with someone who seems to care about him for mystery reasons, and he might some day find an AU he'd be okay with. Maybe whichever one they settle with, if they find a way to stop falling. Which, it seems like they've got an opportunity here.

Nightmare is a-okay with gathering another unhinged duckling to take under his wing and occasionally let loose on unsuspecting universes (it's enrichment!!). He's seen that Dust is a great fighter, not too broken up about collateral, and having him around will make Frisk happy and therefore Horror will also be happy, therefore eternal loyalty, profit, etc.

(It has been a long time since Nightmare has been able to make someone he loves happy. It's been even longer since it's been so easy--what's one more mouth to feed? What's one more person who thinks Nightmare is capable of good without changing who he is?)

So Dust and Frisk end up moving in and Dust takes his place with the Bad Sanses.

Now there are a million things that could happen from here--well-meaning intervention from someone who discovers these psychopaths have kidnapped an innocent person for Clearly Nefarious Reasons, an intro scene between Frisk and Error (Error mentions that he's stolen their SOUL in uncountable universes and Frisk has no notable reaction to this, which really sucks the fun out of it for Error, so they end up watching trash TV together until Horror comes in to get Frisk for supper), Red's reunion with Frisk is gonna be great in any WT spinoff and especially in this, and general family sitcom shenanigans would be fantastic (can. can Dream babysit Frisk while everyone else is out. Nightmare absolutely forbids it bc Dream is a bad influence he doesn't like his people meeting Dream bc what if they like Dream more than they like Nightmare but what if it happens anyway. Ink wanders through while Error is babysitting and decides to Help, leading to an awkward day out with the Star Sanses, most of whom do not know Frisk at all. Ink forgets exactly who he's babysitting for and assumes they'll just come by and pick Frisk up eventually, which does happen, but there are a lot more accusations of kidnapping going around than is really necessary. Frisk and Blue are happy to see each other again at least).

Anyway this is,, a fantastic idea. rife with opportunity. I love it so much thank you for proposing it. wow,,

[chillidespair]

I got two new AU’s in progress! I will start with the Abyss-Team because...it’s been in my head for a while.

Gemstones Au

Abyss- Aquamarine (His gemstone will be placed on his neck.)

Mecha- Sapphire (His gemstone will be placed on his chest.)

Beats- Rose Quartz (His Gemstone will be placed on the side of his skull.)

Kin- Malachite (His gemstone will be on his tail.)

V- Ruby (His gemstone will be placed on his hand.)

Color- Either Bismuth or Rainbow Quartz. (Either way, his gemstone will be placed near his eye.)

Cross- Zebra Jasper (His gemstone will be placed on the cheek)

Ganz- Lapis (His gemstone will also be near the eye.)

This au will basically be like a Steven Universe au. I’m still working on the villains though. I don’t think I will get this au fully complete since the other one I am a BIG fan of. Speaking of which...

Killing Game Au

There will be more Sanses added to this au.

This au will be like Danganronpa. So...kill or be killed is the moral to this story.

Here are they’re talents and they’re roles.

Abyss: The Ultimate Jeweler!

So He would be the one to solve the case of ‘who-dun-it’. He would collect the most evidence.

Mecha: The Ultimate Fashionista! (This might change in the future-)

He can get serious at times, but sometimes he wouldn’t make a big deal out of things, even if it’s murder.I’m thinking of him getting accused of being the murderer. 

Beats: The Ultimate Musician!

Beats would get SERIOUSLY overwhelmed over all the shouting in the trials. He would stay silent most of the time unless he actually wants to make a point.  

Kin: The Ultimate ??? (I’m thinking of him being the Ultimate Detective.)

He would get logical in most of the trials. He would find a lot of evidence as well. Kin honestly plays a big role in this au. 

V: The Ultimate ???

Like Beats, he can stay silent in the class trials, but he would do this to let others do the talking, then he would explain what he thought about the case.

Cross: The Ultimate ???

He would get angry in the trials if they disagree with him. He would get very serious each time they disagree.

Ganz: The Ultimate ???

He would make a lot, and I mean A LOT of points in the trials. He gets serious as well, but not too serious.

Color: The Ultimate ???

He would be able to tell the emotions of the other. He would mostly comfort Beats since Beats can get overwhelmed. 

Now, there will be a lot of Scrum Debates here and there. And I will make a post about that. I might even make a post of a whole trial. 

I will try my best to continue these and give the others talents. 

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Abyss belongs to @metakazkz

Mecha belongs to @wolf-wrathknight

Beats belongs to @phaunicier

Kin belongs to @bun-bunmuse

V belongs to @hammie-heart

Cross belongs to @jakei95

Ganz belongs to @golzy

Color belongs to @superyoumna

[para-keat]

Just Finished Glitch In The System Chapter 1

Overall it was so amazing, I loved it so much! Thank you to @sarcastic-pasta-games for making it, you guys did a fantastic job! Below are my reactions to things, so if you haven’t played the game yet don’t read them!

- “Installation of this game comes with the possibility of setting Anti loose on your computer” ooooooh fun, just what I need, the Glitch Bitch running amok

- Mmmmm only on the title and already loving this music. Y’all did good

- I’d usually avoid jump scares but fuck it, full on terror experience!

- Aww it’s the how did we get here comedy live show tour!

- And it’s bringing me back all the emotions of the first game :,)

- Man I’m loving this art recap

- JENNY MY GIRL!!

- CLIFF!!!

- I miss my children lol

- Oooh updated house, love it!

- Omg the Sam save is heckin adorable

- A collab with Felix eh? Maybe Miiiiiiiinecraaaaaaaft???

- AGH THE PICTURE MY HEART!!

- Oh you actually put in some Minecraft references! Nice!!

- Updated bathroom too, hell yeah

- Pfff you sure those clothes are fine Sean? Haven’t been wearing them for a week?

- Aaaaand jumpscare one

- HELL YEAH WE ARE BACK IN WIRELAND

- all this talk of glitching is making me the big sus

- Did Sean just make his own drum sounds? Honestly mood

- Pff green hair returns!

- Oof puzzle time!

- All the glitching is very concerning, Anti please come out

- Oh god this is trippy

- Aaaand I’m out!

- BILLY

- ROBBIE AND CLEM ARE MISSING!?!?!

- Wait so this isn’t Anti’s doing? I do not trust this

- Byte’on... love it

- FFFFFFUUUUUCK IT SO MMMUUUUUUUUCH!!!!!

- Ummmm why is mentioning Jenny and Cliff bad???

- Awwww Billy don’t be sad it’s okay!!

- OH MY GOD IT ATE BILLY

- Omg the music is Jenny’s theme!!!!

- I’m just gonna take everything and hope it’s helpful

- ..... A poem...... MONIKA-

- YEET

- More puzzle time!

- JENNY!!! BILLY!!! YOU’RE ALIVE!!!

- Sean I thought you were okay with Billy’s mistake...

- Y’all must have put in this Minecraft stuff very last minute, and for that I thank you greatly

- I am loving this fan art!

- Oh nice, money!

- CLIFF OH MY GOD

- Pfff hi Wilhelm

- OH MY GOD IT’S BURGERPANTS

- AHHHHHHH SCHNEEP OH MY GOD!!!!

- Doki’s?????

- Pffff love Seans singing

- Oop what’s happening!?!!?

- Okay thank god everyone is okay

- Oh shit Billy better not be abducted or anything

- OMG THE READING COMMENTS MUSIC!!!

- I feel like Cliff is going through some stuff

- Oh my god the picture is back!

- BURGERPANTS HI!!!!

- Oh okay Billy is just with Schneep..... dunno if that’s a good or bad thing

- Pffff love the accent teasing

- Is that the wish you were here poster..... heckin Oof

- SEAN ENOUGH WITH THE HEH

- WTATISTIAU WILFORD MOTHERLOVING WARFSTACHE WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

- PFFFF THE PICKLE

- Awww Lee

- THEY’RE GONE!?!!?

- SCHNEEP GIVE US BACK BILLY

- Ummmmm hi how does this character know my name????

- UMMMM OKAY SO BILLY KNOWS WHO I AM

- OH MY GOD BLUE!!!!

- Ahhhh Calculester!!

- I WANNA GO TO CYBERLIFE AND SEE MY BOY

- Awwww big preesh for JSETM

- FLOWEY!!!

- Oof two Sanses

- Mmmmmm crepes are amazing

- IT’S A LANCER!!!!

- Oooh Billy’s home is nice!

- Billy doesn’t like cheese on burgers and I will now murder him

- At least he’s cool with pineapple on pizza

- ATTIAAURAI IT’S BING!!!!

- I’ve only known Mack for five seconds but if anything were to happen to him I would murder everyone in the room and then myself

- Omg he changes colour that’s amazing!!!

- Dawww the frog is adorable

- Oop where’s the coke sponsorship at? Oh wait...

- Bing please keep your eyes in...

- Aye little potato man!

- Pfff that profile pic is a mood

- Oh shit Anti what did you do to the office!

- OH SHIT HI ANTI!!!

- UMMM OKAY TERROR ASIDE LOVE THE VOICE ACTING

- OH MY GOD CONNOR AND HANK THIS IS THE BEST I JUST SQUEALED!!!!

- Mack is best ego dad

- THE COMPUTER IS MONIKA’S, NOPENOPENOPE

- Man that was actually such a fun part to the game! Loved all the reference and the use of quick time!

- Oh what da, Marcus!?!

- A mastermind??? I swear if it’s Monika....

- I don’t trust Monika...

- Hehehe, Glitch Bitch

- Awwwww Kara and Luther!!!

- AWWWWWWW BILLY YOU ARE FREAKING WHOLESOME

- Ooooh new text style!!!

- I have my eyes on you Monika...

- Oh my lord these sprites are adorable

- Oop cutscene??

- Oooh Monika voice!

- Ayyyyyy

- Oop guess it’s time to wait for the next chapter!

- UMMMM WHO TF WAS THAT!?!?!?!

- Aaaaaand I nearly cried

- Oop the title has changed..... is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Again, thank you so so much for making the game! Also, thank you for putting my art into it! It makes me really happy knowing that you guys thought it good enough to have in the credits, thank you!

[the-blathermouth]

Welcome to the internet parody for the 7th anniversary of undertale

Welcome to the Undertale have a look around, this fandom's just like the game: it's six feet underground. We've got mountains of content and soon you will learn, that like mount ebot those who climb it rarely return.

Welcome to the Undertale try to remain calm, would you like to take a stroll or claim toriel as your mom? there's no need to panic this isn't a test (hehe), just trust me and take these friendliness pellets.

Welcome to the Undertale come and have some tea, would you like befriend everyone or start a killing spree? show mercy, show murder, show instant regret, the game may forgive you but it won't forget!

Welcome to the Undertale it can be alot, here's a Homestuck loving lizard and her robot friend who's hot! We've got humans and monsters and all in-between, and a bunch of crazy fans dead set on drawing version of sans fucking each other!

Welcome to the Undertale why not make some art, just be sure to not be triggering or you'll get torn apart. Doesn't matter if you like it or if it's pretty, point is it's of some little kids no-tp!

Look up sans x papyrus and instantly feel sick, not only are they related but THERE'S NO BONES IN A DICK!

Look for gaster, try to master dodging all of sanses blasters but they just keep coming faster and it's all a big disaster! DAMNIT!

Just like in the no mercy run we'll all wind up dead, even so we'll still have Megalovania in our heads!

Can we stop blaming genocide on some dead kid, it's not their fault that you refuse to accept what you did!

If you couldn't tell you should know we've all fallen down, in case you haven't notice we've all fallen down. fandoms are a giant pool where greatness goes to drown, because of several people who've all fallen down

If you couldn't tell you should know we've all fallen down, in case you haven't noticed we've all fallen down. fandoms are a giant pool where greatness goes to drown, because of several people who've all fallen down

......

Of course.....it isn't always like this

This place isn't just a constant stream of bad times, if you know just where to look I know you'll be just fine. You'll make stunning art, OCs with heart, it's all yours to show. You'll join the fans with your own plans

helping...

it grow

Grow

to help the game grow, Toby started something wonderous seven years ago. And we came together for the tale from below.

and made it grow.

Made it grow

Grow

ooooooooh, we caught a hit, chaotic, we're on the top, the biggest shot, we're all good to go. And while some is coming there's no way to know. If it's a world to save, or send to a icy grave?

*Slowly mimic flowey's laugh*

If you couldn't tell you should know we've all fallen down, if you haven't noticed: we've fallen down. Fandoms are both pool floaties and what makes greatness drown, made by several people who've

all fallen down

If you couldn't tell you should know we've all fallen down, in case you haven't noticed we've all fallen down. Fandoms are both pool floaties and what makes greatness drown, made by several people who have made by several people who have

made by several people who have

All fallen down

[reptilerach]

“Rejection”; Chapter Eighteen

NOTES: Get ready for some feels in this chapter, the longest chapter so far to make up for the god-awful wait. Oh yeah, there’s gonna be a few parts where it says “Ex’s Name”. If you don’t have an ex (which I know some people don’t), just insert any antagonist’s name. This is how you’re reading the story, after all! :)

Click here to see my brand-new AU, and here for a fanart that I made for my good friend @vanessagirl286!

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When Papyrus was finally done ranting about his input within the Royal Guard, he waved farewell to the monster children of Snowdin and met his brother by Grillby’s. You were there too, but you were a good 5 feet away from Sans, plotting your revenge. Your chest glowed a faint yellow, which you knew stood for justice. Oh, that skeleton was gonna pay for dissing you in moment like that.

“OK!! NOW THAT I FINALLY GOT ALL MY FANS OFF MY BOOTS, WHAT SHOULD WE DO FOR DINNER?” Papyrus asked, not minding the fact that you still wore his scarf around your waist. You shrugged, not caring as long as you ate something. “Dinner? What about lunch? Or breakfast!” You moaned, stomach growling at you with such an anger you felt like you were gonna pass out.

Sans didn't give any suggestions; his eyes closed tiredly. “I KNOW!! HOW ABOUT SOME PASTA?!” Papyrus’s eyes bulged, while Sans and you snapped “NO!” at the same exact moment. Paps looked slightly hurt, but just crossed his arms. “YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MUCH SPAGHETTI.” He grumbled, and you replied with your signature catchphrase without thinking.

“Debatable.” You said, putting your hands inside of the big blue coat you were wearing. Sans chuckled, and gave you a pleased look. You grinned, while Papyrus opened up his mind for more suggestions. “WELL THEN WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO EAT, (Nickname)?” Sans stared at your eyes, expecting you to come up with some genius solution.

Rather, you froze and suddenly felt very pressured. “I-I dunno! S-something besides pasta.” Sans clicked his teeth, and rolled his pinpricks. “so picky.” You glared at him, and even dared to flick him on the side of his skull. “ow!” He muttered, rubbing the spot where you had made contact with his head. You stuck out your tongue, and he made a gesture by hooking a finger around his eye socket, similar to pulling it down.

“WHATEVER YOU TWO WANT TO DO, YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. I’M GONNA GO HOME AND PREPARE THE LAST ‘HUMANS VS. MONSTERS’ GAME!” And with that, he marched off proudly to his house at the opposite end of Snowdin. Your stomach barked loudly, and you doubled over from the pain. Sans watched carefully, and sighed.

“c’mon. i’ll take ya to grillby’s.” He said, and walked towards a small tavern not too far away. “Hey! Wait up!” You called after, sprinting next to him. He calmly stepped one foot in front of the next, snow underneath crunching softly. You took a moment to enjoy the quiet and think to myself.

Back there… back in the alley… was that a moment between me and Sans? Or was it really just an accident? I mean, look at me. I’m having a great time outside today, where I’m probably gonna catch a cold, but… Shouldn't I be mourning over my confession to him back in the real world? Your mood instantly dampened; you closed your eyes, reimagining the scene that played out about a week ago. Before you fell into the game of Undertale.

Sans… He was just threatening me yesterday afternoon. And now look at me! I'm already jumping to stupid conclusions. Like, how the fuck you could want to kiss someone when you just met?! You never did believe in true love. Or at least, you used to. Before he played your emotions like a guitar, before he made you fall in love with him only to be rejected coldly. On the inside, your brain was telling you that you were just overreacting and that the “break up” wasn't even as harsh as you think it was.

But you can't just get over someone breaking your heart when you honestly thought that they loved you back. When they text you “I love you, sweetheart” every single night, until… They just stop. It was like what happened to your best friend. He left you all of a sudden, out of jealousy from the relationship that you had with your parents and friends. Boys are assholes… You thought cruelly to yourself, frowning in disgust.

Now look at me. I'm completely dissing the male gender, over a couple of boys who broke my heart. I mean, look at Papyrus! Yes, he's a skeleton, but he's more of a gentleman than those to jerks will ever be! And Sans… Your frown disappeared, replaced by a bashful grin. Your cheeks had faded in color about 10 minutes ago, but here they were turning pink again.

That guy has been through a lot of trauma. Heh, I’m over here in depression from losing of my two best pals. Sans had his entire family, race, and kingdom killed by Chara. No...by me.

Your heart stopped, and you stopped walking. Guilt surged up through your veins, and your eyes widened. Sans stopped as well, gazing at you with surprise. “hm? what's up, (y/n)?” He asked, but you didn't reply.

Flashes of going through the Genocide Route streaked across your vision; the feelings of utter sadness slaughtering the skeleton brothers pulling at your heartstrings. Sans gazed down at your chest, and took a step back. You didn't know what he was seeing, but it must have been your soul.

No...no...NO… How could I ever think Sans would like me?! I...I killed- I KILLED HIM AND PAPYRUS-!! You began to hyperventilate, clutching your skull in your hands.

Sans was frozen with terror. (Y/N)’s soul had began to float out of her chest, and it was a color that Sans never thought he’d live to see. Her soul, like a wormhole in space, was as cold and emotionless as Sans’ current eye sockets.

Her soul was a pitch black.

Sans always thought a black soul meant hatred; but now, he wasn't so sure. What was (Y/N) feeling or thinking about to make her soul turn into this ugly and horrifying hue?! not even chara’s soul was black... Without really thinking it over, Sans rushed next to her and grabbed the sleeves of his blue jacket wrapped around the frigid human’s arms.

“(y/n)?! what the hell’s the matter with you? you’re scaring me! snap out of it!” Sans shook your arms, but you weren’t paying attention. Your lip quivered harshly, and tears formed in my eyes.

You remembered how you murdered Toriel, Undyne, and Asgore. You remembered how you shoved MK off a bridge, to which Undyne dove after and saved him. You remembered the feeling of that cool gun, the warm gloves, and the sharp but-oh-so-natural feeling of the knife in your hands as you slashed Sans straight across the ribs in the Judgement Hall.

You wanted to believe that it was all fake; that it was merely a game where no true emotions would ever haunt you like they currently did. You knew that the only way to end your suffering was to confess your sins to somebody, anybody, that understood you.

And that person was Sans.

But, on the other hand, you could never tell him. He would hate you with all of his being; he’d probably kill you right on the spot.

If Sans ever found out what I did to Papyrus… to all of monsterkind… he would have my head. Literally. You shivered at the thought, while Sans seemed to relax a little. Your soul had started to fade from that hideous black to a pale yellow in fear. Sans studied the color change, and sighed. “are you still cold, bucko? we’re almost at grillb’s. let’s get ya inside.” And with that, he took your arm and lead you to the pub.

Even the touch of his skeletal hand against the blue coat that you were wearing didn’t calm you down enough. You still felt guilt, and hatred towards yourself, but regardless you bit back the tears.

Sans is going to find out at some point…for now, I should make the best out of him not knowing of my previous actions. If he wasn’t already suspicious, then I may as well keep that piece of information to myself. For now. You pondered silently, staring intently into the snow.

After another minute of walking or so, you arrived at the front steps to Grillby’s. By this point you had calmed down somewhat, but the uneasiness lingered. The urge to just get it out already was eating itself out from within your core; you took in a deep breath, and decided that you would tell the skeleton about it after you ate.

Sans smiled lazily, and walked up the short steps. He reached a hand out and opened the door for you, and gesturing inside. “after you.” His inviting, hooded eye sockets made you feel a little better, but not for long. You accepted the kind offer, and walked in. The doorbell chimed from above, slightly startling you. Sans must have noticed, because he snickered and walked past you while saying, “take it easy, kid. no need to be wound up.”

You narrowed your pupils at him, and scoffed. “Was that supposed to be a pun? Because it didn’t make sanse.” He stopped in his tracks, and spun around hesitantly. He glared at you, but smiled anyway. “wow, (nickname). i would’ve said that was a sansational joke, but it was horrible. in fact, it was painful. so painful, that i would ask you to carve me a tombstone and have it say, ‘rib in peace’.”

You opened your mouth to retort an excellent comeback, but none came to mind. Instead, you frowned, and pouted childishly. Sans was grinning, but his permanent smile faltered into one of concern. However, it lasted for only half a second as his laid back demeanor returned and he began walking towards the bar across the room.

You followed him, eyeing some of the monsters in the booths beside you awkwardly. All of them greeted the skeleton as he strolled past, some simply saying hello or addressing him directly. “Heya, Sans!” “How’s, it going, Sans?” “Hey there, Sansy~”

At the last comment, you whipped your head towards the direction from which it came from. It was muttered by none other than the drunk bunny near the front of the restaurant, who of which was now giving the skeleton a foot in front of you a seductive grin.

The vicinity of where she sat reeked of alcohol, causing you to screw up your nose with distaste. Sans nodded his head respectfully to his fans sitting in seats around him, but just merely waved a hand backwards at the animal who had tried flirting with him as soon as he stepped in the building. She sighed heavenly, and fell out of booth as if she had been struck by an arrow from Cupid. You rolled your eyes and whispered “so dramatic,” under your breath.

Sans sat down on a stool at the bar; and you followed suite. Grillby was standing right next to Sans behind the counter, wiping a glass dry that seemed perfectly clean. You were a little stunned by the heat radiating off of the bartender, but nearly died when a loud fart noise sounded from underneath your butt. You shot up from your seat immediately, and fell onto the floor clumsily. Your face turned beet red from embarrassment; when Sans started howling belly laughs.

The entire restaurant was staring, who had been apparently waiting for the skeleton to pull his famous whoopee cushion trick again. When they saw your reaction, everyone whooped like apes (although most creatures at the bar were dogs), and banged fists on their tables. you began laughing too, shaking off your embarrassment and reminding yourself that sometimes you just had to be a good sport and laugh at yourself every once in awhile.

Sans pound his hand on the counter, and Grillby made a noise similar to chuckling. But, in reality, it was only the sound of fire crackling. Sans looked down at the girl on the floor by his feet, seeing her shock and blush from being humiliated. Part of him was scolding his little trick, saying that the girl was just about to cry and now you’ve gone and worsened her mood. This downed him a little, until he saw how she was going along with it and the crowd.

Upon seeing her laugh at herself with that laugh he woke up to this morning, Sans’ soul sighed a wave of relief throughout his body. He didn’t remember the last time he’s had the whole pub join in on him for one of his pranks; his victim laughing at it even more so. Every moment Sans spent with this human, he was growing more and more fond of her. It was actually frightening; but thrilling as well.

You got off the floor, cheers starting to die down. A monster in the back shouted “Encore!” for no reason, but it got you thinking. Sans watched you curiously as you stood up, rather than taking a seat beside him. Impulsively, you grabbed everyone’s attention once more. “Hey, everybody. My name is (Y/N).” Most monsters happily greeted you with a “Hi, (Y/N)!” at the same time. Some just rolled their eyes, and barked (literally), “Are you a human?”

You gulped, but nodded confidently, swallowing down your nerves. “Yes I am. And apparently, a funny one too! Since I fall for pranks easily; am I right?” You shrugged, smiling lazily to the crowd. Most people laughed, except for Sans. He actually looked confused. “What can I say? We are made up of skeletons. And water.” Monsters whistled, and laughed hard.

You took a seat next to Sans, while he had an annoyed look on his face. “did you just call me stupid?” He asked in a monotone voice, making you chuckle. Punching him gently in the shoulder, you reminded yourself of his 1 HP. “Heh, I guess I did; didn’t I?” He groaned, but grinned anyways. “you knew that, and it was intentional.” You looked away, focusing back on the bartender. Sans dropped the bickering, and made a gesture to introduce you, although you already knew who Grillby was.

“(y/n), this is grillb’s. he runs this bar here, and he’s the best cook in all the underground.” Grillby held out his hand, fixing his small glasses. You brought up your own, but recalled how he was made of fire. Recoiling hesitantly, Grillby crackled a soft chuckle. “he don’t bite, (nickname).” You gave Sans a bewildered look. “But he’ll burn me.” You retort, sweating nervously.

Sans grabbed your wrist, and placed your hand into the bartender’s, who was waiting ever so patiently. You yelped, but was surprised when the only thing you felt was a warm surge shiver up your arm. You beamed brightly, and your eyes widened in awe. “Wow! How is he doing that?” You asked Sans, while giving Grillby a strong shake.

His glasses rose up in a manner that you could only guess that meant he was happy to see your fascination. Before Sans could answer, you heard a quiet voice come out of nowhere. “I can control whether or not I burn people. You seem like a good friend of Sans, so of course I wouldn’t hurt you.” You spun your attention back onto the flame man, wondering how he talked if he had no mouth.

“actually, we just met.” Sans snickered, and you agreed. Grillby raised a brow, which was non-existent like Sans’. “But Sans…? You seemed like you’d known each other for years when you walked in.” You laughed nervously, and rubbed your neck. Sans gave you a knowing glance, and covered for you. “well, it happened in the forest. she was coming from the ruins, and hurt herself. so paps and i took her in; fixed her up a bit.”

You smiled at him, glad that he was keeping your little ability a secret. The one where I know everything. If I even have any other “powers”... Grillby nodded approvingly, and set the glass down. He stepped aside, giving you a full view of his alcohol selection. You looked at all the pretty colored liquids, but made no attempt to ask for one. You were only 16, after all. Sans gave you a weird look; but it didn’t last long as he changed his mind to bother Grillby for “the Sans Special”.

You turned to face the skeleton, resting your hands on your lap. Grillby spun around, and began concocting the drink. That was never mentioned in the game. “What's that?” You asked, and Sans’ gazed at you, confused. Then, his face contorted into one of shock. “holy cow. you don’t know something for once in your life?” You rolled your eyes, and raised a hand to your chest accusingly. “No, I don't. I don't understand what you're ‘special’ is, why my soul does what it does, and why you-”

You were cut off from your accusation on his actions back in the alley of the Snowdin Square by the bartender sliding the short stack his beverage. You stared intently, waiting for him to open his mouth to consume the drink. But, like before at dinner the previous night, it just slid through his teeth and invisibly down his throat. He set the glass down, and wiped his mouth with his arm. “you really gotta stop doing that.” He says, smirking at you. You shrugged, and looked away.

“Can't help being curious.” You replied, but he just chuckled back an old saying that made you cringe. “curiosity killed the cat.” “Are you implying something, Sans?” You snickered, and it was his turn to divert his eyes elsewhere. “i’m just saying. no need to be so nosy.” You flinched; your mind lost in thought again. Memories flood your brain of him yelling at you for being too nosy, and how you were such a pest, and-

Sans fumbled with the shot glass in his hand. why is she so curious about how i work as a skeleton? jeez, some things ya just gotta let go- what? Sans drew his attention back to (Y/N), who had that same blank look on her face as before.

when she was thinking hard to herself outside before her soul started to….rot. Sans set the glass down, and swiveled to face her in his chair. He snapped his fingers twice, but she didn't respond.

Concerned, he waved a hand quickly in front of her face. “(y/n)? howza ‘bout you order somethin’?” She blinked, and the warm brown in her eyes returned. He’d never noticed that she had brown eyes before. They were like Toriel’s; but more dazzling in some sort of weird and unknown way. “Hm? Did you say something, Sans?” She asked politely, her entire demeanor changing. He didn't like that; not one bit. He liked it when she was cracking jokes and sharing stories, not being so professional and blank...like they just met or something.

Sans smiled, and offered her anything to eat again. Her stomach growled on cue, very loudly to say the least. Sans chortled, and she grinned with embarrassment. “Yeah, totally. I am starved! Literally!” He called Grillb’s over again, and got her a order of burg and fries. The cook went away to the back of his kitchen, and the skeleton took the opportunity to talk to (Y/N) about her troubles.

“ok, bucko. now tell me what’s been eating at ya all day.” You giggled at his pun, if it was even that; but you sighed sadly soon after. “Alright. Where do I start?” You looked up towards the ceiling, listening to the music from the jukebox not far away. It was playing the song that you'd normally hear whenever you encountered Sans whilst playing Undertale. “how about yesterday? we can start off as to why you were bawling your eyes out. it was tearing me up.” He cringed at his own pun, and you did too.

I guess...I'm gonna finally tell someone about him. Here goes nothing. You took in a deep breath, and rest your arms on the table. “Okay. So, back on the Surface… or, rather, the real world… there was this guy.” You started off uncomfortably, but Sans was still listening. “His name...was (Ex’s name).” Sans snickered, and scrunched up his nasal cavity. “wow, his parents must be proud of their decision.” You glared at him, but he apologized and dropped his grin.

“I...I loved him. With all my heart. We were best friends; we knew practically everything about each other. We always worked together on projects in school, and even had our own little secret hangout times at lunch for a couple of months. We watched movies at those times; bringing snacks in and everything. Like it was a real movie theater.” You talked with your hands, and could feel Sans watching in wonder. It’s an Italian thing.

“During these movies, we… We held hands, we rest our heads on one another. I thought this was a sign that he wanted to date me. Which I was thrilled about, since he was always saying at night that he loved me and that I was his sweetheart.” Sans’ expression remained unfazed, but in his eyes you could see him waiting for a “but”. You groaned, your sadness washing over you like a tidal wave.

“Finally, a few days before I fell into the video game of Undertale, I had the nerve to ask him.” You went silent, but Sans urged you onwards with a roll of his hand. Your eyes widened, and you held your breath. “I was going to ask him to be my boyfriend.” Sans sucked in some air through his teeth, and winced;  you kept going. “Let's just say… It didn't go well.”

i knew it… Sans thought angrily, and listened to the end of the poor girl’s story of heartbreak. “He rejected me, full-on; not only refusing, but also pointing out everything he's ever thought bad of me.” (Y/N) began listing off some of the terrible things this “(Ex’s Name)” guy said about her, and the skeleton was appalled. were humans this evil on the surface? in the “real world”? “He said that I was too nosy. That I was always shoving it where it didn't belong. He said that he only called me ‘pretty’ and ‘his sweetheart’ because he felt bad for me.”

“felt bad for you?” Sans repeated, and (Y/N) hung her head solemnly. “Yes. He said that he only watched the movies with me because he knew I had no friends to hang out with at lunch. I don't understand why… I thought… I...I thought he loved me. Like, really did! He would always joke about kissing me, but was it really a joke?” Sans felt awkward all of a sudden, and coughed under his breath to help ease the tension. “have you, uh, ever kissed a guy before?”

(Y/N) didn't look at him, facing the opposite direction in shame. “No.” She simply muttered, and Sans was surprised. In a way, he was also relieved. He didn't know why; it was like a protective shield activated when she started mentioning (Ex’s Name). It made him wanna kick the shit outta the punk. He'd thought that (Y/N) would've done something like kissing already on the Surface, considering the way she was acting back in the alley-

“But it doesn't matter.” Sans snapped out of his stupor, gazing at her softly. Her eyes were filled with a depressing hatred, but to whom he couldn't tell.

“Who cares about kissing? I just wanted someone to fill that hole in my heart….that pit of loneliness. That abyss that was created by no one ever being able to understand me, nor anyone wanting to understand me.” Sans scoot off his seat a little in attempt to get closer to her. “why? you seem like you’re always willing to hear about my personal crap.”

(Y/N) chuckled under her breath, but there was no amusement behind it. “That's just who I am, Sans. People always rely on me to hear their drama, but no one cares about my own. Which is frustrating, since I get emotional over the littlest things. Like...like listening to a sad song, or..” Tears spilled from her eyes, and Sans stood up. He slammed a first down on the bar counter, which stunned her greatly. Sans placed his boney hands on her cheeks, and wiped away the wetness carefully.

“stop it, (y/n). beating yourself up over something stupid that another guy did is bullshit. i can't believe he did that… calling you such disgusting names when you are such a beautiful young lady. but now, we have to move on. you’re here now, in the underground, with friends all around who understand you and are willing to be there for you if you need a shoulder to cry on. you have papyrus, myself, toriel, frisk, and plenty others that i’m sure you already know but haven't formally met yet.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, and the tears slowly stopped spilling down her cheeks. Every time a droplet did sneak its way down, Sans would clean it off immediately. He didn't care that he might've totally embarrassed himself by calling her “beautiful”, or that he could be blushing as deeply as his jacket’s cobalt color. The important thing right now was consoling (Y/N); telling her she was safe down in the world of monsters, where human boys and their horrible words would never reach her. Where her mysterious and outstanding soul could shine in front of him. . . where it could belong to him.

“‘sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me…’ that's a phrase i thought you humans lived by up until you told me your story today, (y/n). not only are you learning from your past mistakes of giving trust to the wrong people, but i’m fixing my automatic assumptions about humans too.” Sans smiled sadly, to which (Y/N) gave him a bleary, confused look. He reached across the bar for a napkin, and continued drying off her round face.

“yesterday, i immediately assumed that you were a psychopathic murderer who had the power to destroy everyone’s hopes and dreams within seconds. like frisk, or chara. but now i know that not all humans are like that; because i am getting to know you, (y/n). if anything, this ‘rejection’ has made you stronger; ya know why? because in order to fall into a videogame, i think one’s soul would have to rival the power of a god. normal people don’t just meet talking skeletons and bartenders made of fire everyday, kid.”

Sans chuckled deeply, and finished cleaning the human. She gazed up into his eye sockets with big, brown eyes, and his soul fluttered. they’re gorgeous, he allowed himself to think, without shooting it down out of anger.  He could feel the magic pulse within him surging faster every second he wasn't losing himself in speech, which was completely nerve wracking. “so please, don't get upset over that douchebag anymore. we’re all here for you, and he is not. anyone who has ever beaten you up literally and figuratively is gone, and now it's just you and me.”

He risked brushing his left hand off, and taking her hand in his. He squeezed it reassuringly, then let go so it wasn't like he was trying to be suggestive. “‘kay, (y/n)?” Sans smiled broadly, genuinely, and (Y/N) could see that. Her cheeks lit up from joy, and before he knew it, he was tackled back into his seat with a big hug from the human girl that he secretly was admiring more and more every passing minute.

She wrapped her arms around his back, and buried her face into his neck. “Alright, Sans. I got it. Thank you….thank you so much…” She whimpered sadly, but Sans just shushed her and returned the embrace. He brushed some of her hair back comfortingly, playing with its softness without her knowing. He shut his eyes, and rubbed the hand that was placed on her spine soothingly. She sighed contently, and so did Sans. glad that we finally got that awful issue out of the way. it was like (y/n) was hurting physically from her emotional burden.

You pulled away from Sans, and took your seat again. His words were so kind, so encouraging, and so meaningful; in the moment, you felt like your soul had no other choice but to lurch out hug the small skeleton with all you had. You wondered if he’s ever been through heartbreak, or if he's ever been in love at all. In this timeline, at least.

You didn't really know where to pick up the conversation after all that, so you just stayed quiet until Grillby came out with the grub. Thankfully, that was about 10 seconds. The two plates clattered down in front of the two of you, and you dove right in without waiting. As soon as you took a bite of the burg, you swooned. “Oh my God. This….this is freaking amazing. Kudos to you, Grillby.” You always liked telling the chef they did a great job whenever you went out to eat; you thought that it would always make their day a little better.

Grillby nodded, and bowed. The flames on his head almost hit your hair as you were hunched over wolfing down your fries, which should have concerned you more than it actually did. Sans chuckled, glad to see that you weren’t one of those kind of people who would only eat a salad or very little in public around their friends. The truth is, you were, but Sans didn’t make you feel awkward. Or like you should watch your weight. So, you just inhaled the fast food like any normal person would.

Sans began to eat his burger, while you ignored the urge to glance over at him while ate. Skeletons need privacy too. You’d cleaned your plate in three minutes flat; you thanked the bartender when he came back with a toothpick. He placed the dish down in a sink below him, immediately starting to scrub off any remains of the ketchup you’d had on your burger. Unpacking the stick from the package, you pulled it out and poked at your teeth.

Sans finished his food rather quickly too, and burped obnoxiously. You sent him a questioning glare, and he responded with a casual “‘cuse me.” You smiled at his manners, and got out from your seat. “Hey, mind if I take a look through the jukebox?” You asked him, and he waved a skeletal hand in the air dismissively. “‘course not. have fun.” You left, and strolled over to the brightly lit music player.

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[nightshade-imagines]

SO is a great writer that usually writes horror novels (just like Stephen King), but now SO has the writer's block, this thing makes them really apathetic and unmotivated. They are usually so inspired and full of ideas. What would UT/UF Sanses & US/SF Paps do for helping them? What if SO asks to the skellies to talk about theirs nightmares to find the lost inspiration.

♥UT Sans: Sans feels really bad that you’re losing your inspiration, bit he might be reluctant when it comes to talking about his nightmares. If you’re far enough into your relationship and Sans trust you, he probably has already told you about the resets. That’s what his nightmares are always about and while he’d like to help you, he’ll ask you not to incorporate anything about him into your books.

♥UF Sans: Red is a big fan of horror so he loves your stuff. When you ask him to tell you about his nightmares, he’s a little reluctant but agrees. Resets aren’t as big of a problem in Underfell due to their flowey not being evil. Most of his nightmares are still about the people he cares about getting murdered, but mostly because off the stress of growing up in a world where it was kill or be killed.

♥US Papyrus: The same as Undertale Sans.

♥SF Papyrus: Rus with be at your side the second you need help trying to give you ideas and support, but when you ask to hear about his nightmares he freezes. Trust me, Rus would do pretty much anything for you, but he’s not comfortable talking about his nightmares. His nightmares are always about him hurting you and the people he cares about. Rus has done some messed up stuff in the past, he had to if he wanted to protect himself and his brother. The memories still haunt him sometimes, and deep down his biggest fear is that one day he’s going to lose control and hurt you. He’ll lie and make something up for you, and it actually does help you. The guys got a knack for horrifying stories.