#but Grillby doesn't rush him

[hhhhleb]

based on this concept they got soul bond and sans can feel when smth wrong with papyrus

good thing that sans didn't see the actual injury.. grillby knew that would greatly upset sans, so that's why he pushed him away. it also could have trigger some really bad memories for Sans..so grillby did good job x2 (more thoughts in tags)

[thelambprince]

Can I request a Underfell Grillby with a water spirit/elemental SO?

Anon. Of course you may.

I never thought this day would come. I had to pause and be like "do i... write fanfic? Do people know I DO that on Tumblr dot com?". Then I realized it doesn't matter, because they will. I still don't know why everyone loves my intersex reader one-shot but I'm happy to do more lmao

Sorry that it took me several eternities to see and write this, I never thought I'd have this opportunity. It would be funny, though, if you accidentally sent the ask to me instead of your fav writer lol

Favorable Conditions– Underfell Grillby x Water Spirit/Elemental S/O Oneshot

Warning(s)/General Tags: Description on how a Water Elemental/Spirit Eats, Strangers to Friends, Mutual Pining, I forget how I initially characterized this AU Grillby so sorry if it's inconsistent, maybe OOC Grillby but I like to think not

He was closing the bar per usual and taking the time to stretch. 'Fuck, my back hurts,' he thought, flames crackling brighter.

-- -- --

From safe kitchen doors, I peak my head out to investigate the noise. The purple-flamed monster turns his head disinterestedly to see the water spirit that's been staying with him aboveground.

And he smiles at me, making my form melt.

"Looking for more work?" He teases, giving a wicked smirk. I point to the kitchen to tell him what's wrong, which garners Grillby's attention. He, also quietly, approaches me and leans close to see what I'm pointing at. He's so close, it kind of distracts me. So close, I can feel him without hurting anyone...

And Grillby realizes the problem. I was not very compatible with his grill and hoped to clean it, but I don't have any gloves that would fit me for this task.

The gloves he usually wears while cleaning his grill wouldn't work either as I usually can't grip larger accessories—

Ugh, he just knew this day would be a pain in the ass.

"The grill isn't going to burn you and it shouldn't be hot anymore. You could probably still wash the grill if you wanted to," he muses, "with you being made of water. You know where I keep the dish soap, and the baking soda is..." He trails off. And blinks at me, owlishly.

"What?" He askes, rather confused by my face.

"...I can't exactly touch dish soap. Tasting it wouldn't hurt, but it would be a hard taste to be rid of, and it can get everywhere—" "You what." He just. Blinks again at me.

Now it's my turn to look at him with confusion.

"Don't you eat with your fire?" I ask. He chuckles at that. "No? And come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen you eat!" He thinks aloud. Then he rushes into the kitchen and grabs something out of the fridge, wincing at the coldness and moving it between his hands. He moves it to the countertop and places some chicken nuggets in a pan under a grill grate, closest to where the fire will be.

Then, there's fire.

I watch, quite dumbfounded at his excitement to make these chicken nuggets, that I leer closer at the flames and the way his body moves. It's enthustic, wanting to bubble with laughter, but that same care is always there. No matter what he makes, who he makes it for, the love of his craft and especially the love of who he might make it for is obviously there.

It can be easily seen that he's not just heating up chicken nuggets as a joke towards some stranger— he seems genuinely excited about our time after working hours. Even if he clearly wants to play it off as a joke to laugh at me.

No, Grillby was much more good-natured than he let on. His willingness to engage with me, despite the cultural oddity of verbal speaking or mixing things up with an elemental that could easily dust him...

Were I not the same elemental who hide in waterfalls and ponds, maybe I would have minded more.

And like that, his chicken nuggets are done. They are in the shape of monsters I don't recognize. Those human stores have them— 'dinosaur nuggets'? Maybe the King's Favorite Human orders them occassionally?

Grillby playfully hums a tune and unceremoniously dumps my snack on one of his personal plates.

He then clears his throat and keeps a straight face.

"So, before you show me how it's done, we have some things to discuss."

Then his face seems more strict, and I remember that this is Grillby.

"Like how you didn't tell me you needed gloves. Were you just avoiding the soap and dirty water this WHOLE time?" He asks, fire crackling much louder than what I'm used to.

Well, I'm going to be honest.

"Most people don't consider how water elementals can taste or eat. The workarounds are fairly convient and it's not too much fuss to quietly find them, anyways," I add, which softens Grillby's features. Actually, he seems... quite regretful. I wouldn't be surprised if he knew what I meant, being a fire elemental himself.

"And you took my offer anyways? You didn't have to do that." He sort of grumbles, absentmindly watching as I grab one of the chicken nuggets he made.

I look at it with a sort of bored gaze. "I wanted to. And for the record, I wouldn't have cared if you never noticed or asked. You're a great company to be around." I bite into chicken nugget, which sort of floats into my head before being magically dissolved into the water that makes up my body.

I catch Grillby staring into my eyes before conjuring an argument.

"But I'd help you anyways. If you were just desperate to leave that pond, I would have helped you find something else!" Grillby seems more frustrated. That's right.

I found Grillby with the rain was pouring outside this store. Being so new to the surface, we were both caught off guard when the rain could just. Appear anywhere? So he had no umbrella but the guy inside kind of pissed him off, so he wasn't going to buy an umbrella. He planned on waiting, until I gave him my umbrella.

I only ever carried one because Waterfall had them aplenty and the taste of cave ceiling condensate gets repetitive and repulsive with time. Lucky for Grillby, I kept it out of habit and saw the perfect opportunity to leave it with someone who would actually need it now.

Grillby (very reluctant and suspiciously) took the umbrella, checked it for holes or intentional slashes. Keeping an eye on me for any sudden or lethal movements.

When he determined that the umbrella was actually perfectly fine, he took the umbrella with more poise.

"Thanks," he muttered, and tested how well it kept off rain. Then walked with it, marveling at the shelter it provided, before he turned around. "If you don't plan on keeping it, I wouldn't mind having it," he (sort of) joked, which you calms waved off. "Keep it," you insisted. Then you walked off, continuing past the building for the one you actually came for.

Grillby could never forget how odd and kind the interaction was. This was the surface, huh?

Not a bad place to open shop, if a monster like YOU was here, too.

And when you ran into each other again, living at this new pond on the surface, you found yourself in a bit of situation.

Winter was approaching, which means you'd be trapped under the ice. And bear in mind, your pond was small and empty of fish. But if you left, you would probably have to go back underground and how would you work? What if another elemental took your pond?

Well, you were just going to have to figure something out.

On your way to work, you came by your bus stop. We'll, who would uave known? A familiar elemental showed his face, umbrella on hand in case of emergency.

Both of you talked, he joked, you laughed. It was a nice moment on a mundane day, between two unsuspecting elementals that crossed paths again. You told him your struggles for winter, he offered a job. You know, as thanks for valuing his time.

At first, you rejected. Didn't know the guy, who he really was, but he held the offer out in case you needed it.

You talked some more the following days. You got his number and met at all sorts of places. When you came to his bar, well... it was better than a pond. He laid his offer out.

That wasn't very long ago, but the time you've known him has certainly been something.

Back to your current situation, Grillby was more than sure he wanted to make out with you right here, right now. It didn't matter that the shop only just closed, or that you were both friends, or that he swore that it'd be a miracle if anything happened between you. His fear of water was there, yes, but there had to be some magic that allowed him to kiss you. To hold you. To craddle your face as you looked up to him with those watery eyes.

And it wasn't fair. It's not fair that he has to yearn like this when you were so close, so impossible close that he wanted to just lean in and risk it anyways. But even if he truly believed you felt just as strongly about him (which he doesn't), he would be at risk of hurting you, too. And he didn't pummel a few customers for making fun of you, because he didn't care.

Gods, if he could have one wish...

"I was in a bad spot, but I still choose to take your offer. So far, I still think you'll be one hell fo a roommate." You give him a little bit of a winning smile and he's reeling back to reality.

Right, of course. He nods.

"Just don't think you have to do everything yourself. We're roommates for a reason," he complains, which you blissfully tune out as you eat the rest of your nuggets.

'Roommates', you say? That's what you both agreed to. And as long as he's near you, maybe 'roommate' will be good enough for now.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Undertale characters slip on ice and break their butts/tail bone.

Undertale Sans - He immediately knows it and stays on his back, refusing to move. He then picks his phone and calls Papyrus to ask for help lol. Papyrus can't believe he broke his butt. He doesn't even know how to explain it to the doctors.

Undertale Papyrus - He stands up anyway and limps home, half crying on the way back. He then throws himself in his couch and tries to heal himself. Too bad Sans calls Toriel for help and now he can't move of his couch for two weeks. That's only two days and Papyrus feels like he's going to die if he can't move soon.

Undertale Toriel - After the shock, she growls in pain. She uses her healing magic to put the bones in place, half crying doing so, then limps to work anyway because she can't just give up on her class. All the teachers block her in a corner in break time to convince her to go home because it's quite obvious she's in pain. She's not too happy about this but accepts...

Undertale Asgore - He lets go a silent "Ow". He tries to stand up, but slips again and falls back on his broken tail bone. Welp, that's embarrassing. He thinks for a moment about who could possibly help him up and, in a resigned sigh, calls Undyne for help. He knows she's going to laugh about it for months.

Undertale Undyne - No pain, only RAGE. She starts to yell insults in the middle of the street while throwing angry spears onto the floor. That doesn't help her to stand up though. Urgh. Once she's done yelling at the clouds, she calls Papyrus for help and threatens to destroy him if he dares even say something about this. The first thing Papyrus says seeing her is a tailbone pun, smiling viciously. She stares in shock before attacking him, or, well, attempts to. Papyrus is just laughing.

Undertale Alphys - Well, her tail is an important part of her body, as it helps her maintain her balance. She is quite in agony right now, crying in pain as she desperately tries to stand up. She calls Undyne for help. Undyne only hears her crying and that's enough for her to rush home with half of the royal guard. Undyne freezes when she sees she just broke her butt. Oh. Well that's embarrassing.

Undertale Frisk - They both cry and laugh, not sure if they found it funny or if it hurts as hell. They limp home to tell Toriel they broke their butt. Toriel stares at them in disbelief, not sure if they're messing with her.

Undertale Chara - That's fine. Who needs legs to walk anyway? They are fine sitting on the floor. They try to look natural as Frisk passes next to them, confused. Chara then tries to stand up, and regrets it immediately. They sit back and whines, frustrated. Welp. They picks a book from their bag and starts to read here until someone notices they're stuck.

Undertale Mettaton - He plays WilhelmScream.exe at full volume. A few neighbors come out from their house, wondering the hell is happening. They found Mettaton lying dramatically, begging them to remember him once he'll be gone. Everyone roll their eyes.

Undertale Gaster - Why does the universe hate him? He has only a few bones still intact in his body, the others merged with good. His tailbone was one of them. Before he can do anything, his goop absorbs the broken part of his tailbone. It's gone forever now, like his middle finger Sans bit off and threw in Snowdin when he was six years old because Gaster said no to have nice cream. He feels naked.

Undertale Grillby - Well he wanted to stay discreet about this but that's not possible. He is steaming and making a "PSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH" noise that won't go away before a few hours. His butt hurts as well. That's not his best day. Why did he think it was a good idea to leave in an icy land being a fire elemental again?

Undertale Muffet - She screeches so hard it breaks two windows. All the spiders hiding in her hair run away in fear, screaming like it's the apocalypse. Muffet is not pleased. The price of her pastries will double today to cover this.

Undertale Burgerpants - He stays silent. Before slowly turning to the building to his right. Where Mettaton is waving at him, a camera pointed to him. He takes a deep breath and then smiles. That's it, he is dead inside. No thoughts, no pain, nothing. He's going to make that stupid robot eat his freakin camera. He doesn't care if he ends on the news tonight.

Undertale Flowey - He doesn't have a butt but he's for sure the reason why Sans broke his tailbone.

Undertale Gerson - Welp. He has a deja vu sensation. He's on his shell, stuck, the phone far away, and Undyne coming to diner. Weird how things keeps repeating. He's bracing himself for Undyne's lecture. Again.

[our-tale]

PR's Bio (TW: Character death, unhealthy coping mechanisms, mentioned drug use) This is a LONG text...

History: In PR's world power is everything, you take what you want and protect your own. With the barrier in place the King ordered all efforts focus on boost up military efforts and redirection of resources to the capital. This order was intended for the short term but due to the trouble the scientist had with breaking the barrier it dragged on and the citizens have suffered for it. There are issues with the quality of life monsters turned on each other other, everyone is out for themselves. It is worse for those outside the capital walls. Where there is even less to fight for, this cause a culture shift, the further from the capital you are, the more 'barbaric' the monster was. That is were PR raised up, his earliest memories are of him and his Sans living in Snowdin. Tired of this life, wanting more, frustrated of relying on his brother, PR enlisted in the guard. Despite his brother's protests and the having deal with harassment from the other guards, PR rose above it all and became a Royal Guardsmen, working under Undyne herself. Being able to rise above the challenges and his efforts recognized, PR leaned into his new life. It became less of finding a better life for him and his brother and now a need to prove himself. Resenting who he was and where he was, it caused a lot of tension and fights between the brothers, as he saw his brother as content and lazy living around 'lesser monsters'. He began to lean more on Undyne who seemed to be the one who could understand him and was showing up more. One night PR let it mention that he was to be in the capital the next day, and when his brother went to say something PR snapped pouring all his frustrations before leaving. Go where people appreciated him. The next day he was patrolling around the Capital when he notice a protest, people upset with how the King was ruling. What started peaceful quickly escalated. PR doesn't know when it became a riot but when he was called in he came in to enforce the peace. In the middle of the fight he realized that he found his brother in the crowd. He rushed over to demand why he was here. It was around then the King showed up and the crowd had be subdued. PR's question was answered by King Asgore himself, Sans had been a leader of the opposition. Who they were keeping tabs on through PR's vents to Captain Undyne, they knew he would be here if his brother was, and this was a moment to take him out. Before PR could protest Asgore took out Sans who moved to protect him. As PR rose to avenge him Asgore swung at him with his trident downing him. Without looking at the dusting Asgore left the area to return to his duties. PR was not dusted, he woke up later, his skull cracked and his brother's dust in front of him. He gathered what he could in a pouch he now wears around his neck to keep him near, and fled the capital. For the next few years PR returned to their home in Snowdin, disgraced he did whatever he could to numb himself. Eating hallucinogenic spider treats, drinking, smoking, fighting, waking up in the gutter more times he could count. It was a blur but he gained a reputation of being dangerous and a sorta unoffical leader of Snowdin, more like he would settle the fights- or his reputation scared others off. (Not that he was taking responsibilities..) One day there was reports some townsfolk saw PR stumbling into the basement of his house and was gone for days. Just as people started to wonder if he had died he reappeared, sober and with a tiny skeleton that resembled his late brother.... Notes:

He is a big patron of both Muffet and Grillby for their stronger stuff. He delays payment for Muffet because it is funny and he has a death wish.

With Dakota he is extra protective, believing the kid can't fight a wet paper bag. Has been trying to teach Dakota how to defend but they have magic his bro did that he does not.

Teleporting makes him ill.

He has a weird habit of falling asleep in places you do not expect. Sometimes Dakota really has to look to hunt him down.

Dakota will never replace his sans, no sans will, but watching over the kid he feels he is doing right by him.

That being said he has a problem being soft on other sans he comes across, whether if they come to his AU or Dakota fucked up and landed them else where.

Prefers cats, worked with too many dogs. PR's Playlist:

[tooti-fruiti]

Hii ^~^ new follower here!

I was just wondering if (and you can ignore this if you want) you can do the UT gang reacting to U saying "you, me, dinner at 8. wear something pretty" then turn & walk away from them?

Please and thank you! ^^

AAAAAAAH OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS!!! ABSOLUTELY I CAN DO THAT! THANK YOU FOR THE ASK

UNDERTALE CAST REACTING TO "YOU. ME. DINNER AT 8. WEAR SOMETHING NICE."

-TORIEL

Toriel would be quite shocked and confused.

Dinner at 8?

Where?

What should she wear?

Why did you just leave after?

Why did you talk to her like that?

After thinking about it for a few minutes, she just decided to not overthink it and just do as you asked.

She'll wear a cute dress and ask you where dinner is through text.

Once you answer, she'll leave amd show up at the date at exactly 8 o'clock.

"That was...quite strange, (Y/n). Why did you talk to me like that?"

-SANS

Sans would shrug and not ask any questions.

He does as you ask and just texts you where to go.

He'll put on a t-shirt tuxedo and teleport to where dinner is at 8.

"alright bet."

-PAPYRUS

Papyrus would be utterly confused and end up stressing about his outfit for the next 45 minutes.

Why the rush?

Where would dinner be?

Is it spaghetti?

If it's not, why is it not spaghetti?

Are you going to propose to him?

Should he wear a tuxedo?

Should he wear his battle body?

Should he wear a sweater?

WHAT SHOULD HE WEAR?!

After calming down, he settles on a nice sweater and his scarf.

He waits for dinner at his house until 8:15

Because you didn't tell him where dinner was, so he just assumes it's at his house.

After 8:15, he asks if you're coming. That's when you tell him where dinner is and he immediately rushes out the door.

"SORRY I'M LATE! HOW DO I LOOK?"

-UNDYNE

Undyne would try to ask you questions, but you leave before she cam.

So she spams you instead.

And she will spam you until you give her the answers she wants.

Once she has all the information she needs, she'll do as you ask.

She put on a really badass outfit and show up at 7:55.

"SUP BABE."

-ALPHYS

Alphys is freaking out.

She takes the quick leave the wrong way and thinks you're going to break up with her.

She starts to overthink and wonders what she could have possibly done to upset you.

Then she wears a nice dress and asks where dinner is.

Once you tell her, she'll accidentally show up half an hour early.

Which will have her sitting in her own anxiety for 30 minutes until you show up.

When you do, she plays with her thumbs and asks if you're going to break up with her.

You tell her no and she starts crying from relief.

You two leave the restaurant very early because of this.

"I-I-I thought you were g-going to br-break up with me!"

-METTATON

Mettaton is used to people talking to him like this so he accepts without any questions. (Except for where dinner is)

He'll put on a black sparkly tuxedo and his own brand of beauty products

Then he'll show up to dinner with a bouquet of your favorite flowers at 7:55.

"FOR YOU, MY DARLING."

-ASGORE

Like Alphys, Asgore is confused and is worried that you plan on breaking up with him.

He'll put on a nice outfit and ask where dinner is.

He shows up to dinner at 7:50 but doesn't ask if you're going to break up with him until the day after.

He had a nice time at dinner though.

"You're not going to break up with me...right?"

-MUFFET

Muffet just assumes you were in a hurry and accepts.

She's the same way sometimes.

She wears a cute new dress and cute bows in her hair to match.

Then she asks where dinner is and shows up exactly on time.

"Good evening, dearie!"

-GRILLBY

Grillby drags you back.

He hates it when people talk to him like that and he won't tolerate that from you.

He asks you to tell him where dinner is and tells you that the way you spoke to him was disrespectful in his eyes.

After you apologized and tell him where dinner is, he forgives you and gives you a kiss on the cheek before you leave.

He'll put on a nice suit and show up to dinner at 8 exactly.

"...please don't talk to me like that."

-GASTER

He stares at you bewildered.

Why did you talk to him like that?

He does as you ask but he plans on confronting you at dinner.

He puts on his favorite trench coat and asks where dinner is through text.

Once he shows up, he'll sit across from you and ask why you talked to him like that.

"☟︎♏︎●︎●︎□︎, ⬥︎♒︎⍓︎ ♎︎♓︎♎︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⧫︎♋︎●︎🙵 ⧫︎□︎ ❍︎♏︎ ●︎♓︎🙵♏︎ ⧫︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎?"

[Translation: Hello, why did you talk to me like that?]

[Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day]

[And thank you for the request!]

[that-weird-skeleton-bastard]

Rushing things: Chapter one

(since the vast majority of you voted for it, here's the first + second episodes of my smut/domestic fluff papyton fanfic! the rest of it is on Ao3 if you wanna read ahead ^^)

The 3-part movie saga

A year... It has already been a year since Frisk freed the monsters from the underground.

It has been a year that Frisk has been going left and right (with the help of their friends), signing papers and going to meetings, so that a peace treaty could be put in place.

so that monsters could live with humans in harmony.

Of course, there's still some jackasses around that doesn't like the fact that times are changing, but a surprising amount of humans accepted monsters as their own.

Toriel and Undyne became teachers at the local elementary school, Toriel teaching science and Undyne being the PE coach. Meanwhile Grillby, Muffet, Temmie, and all the other merchants set up shop around the city, being more or less successful. Asgore and Alphys had time to reconnect and hang out. Sans, well, didn't changed much, still getting caught slacking all the time, but at least he's supposed to have a job at Grillby's. And Frisk, despite being the ambassador of monsters, still went to school, and was generally a normal kid.

So, here we are, in a warm beach city, in the middle of March, and a trying-to-be-silent hype was rumbling throughout the city: a three-part movie saga featuring loved human actors and the newest star from the underground, Mettaton, was rumoured to come out in a few weeks. Humans never heard of this man, but according to the few dozen monsters that had seen his movies, he was really good at it. And Papyrus, being his number 1 fan was stoked, having already pre-ordered tickets to all three movies and waiting impatiently for the release.

Well, the actor, meanwhile... WAS SHAKING IN HIS HIGH HEEL BOOTS. OMG, BEING A HUMAN STAR IS SO MUCH MORE STRESSFUL THAN HE HAD THOUGHT! Of course, he still had fun, y'know? He got to travel to wonderful places and meet renowned actors, but it wasn't done in an instant. He thought he was so shiny, but human stars shone 100 times as bright, so he had to fight for his career. And Well... it did pay off, with the whole 3-part saga and all that, but.... The part he was given was humiliating, the plot was based on an overused trope, and in the long run, said plot didn't even make sense anymore. And the "main character" was an asshole, who you were supposed to simply forgive because "TrAgIc BaCkStOrY". In the very few scenes where Mettaton actually showed up, it simply was the worst: because, of course, it happened in a fuCKING STRIP CLUB. THAT'S RIGHT, METTATON'S PART WAS BEING A ✨ROBOT STRIPPER✨ GREAT. AWESOME. AMAZING METTATON'S FIRST BIG ROLE IN A HUMAN MOVIE AND HE ALREADY RUINED HIS WHOLE IMAGE. So, here he was, watching the final cuts of the filming with the other actors before it was sent out to the editor, and he was on the verge of tears. THIS is how humans are gonna remember him: as the actor who played that stupid blocky robot exotic dancer that turns against the MC and gets killed off like nothing just to show how strong the MC was. At least, the good part of all this is that Napstablook worked on the soundtrack, and they fully agree with Mettaton: This whole saga is a trash heap.

He only stayed for filming for a few weeks but it felt like it was years since he last saw Alphys, so, as soon as he wasn't needed anymore, he immediately took the first train back to that little beach city on the western coast, to see his friend.

When Mettaton showed up to her door, Alphys nearly choked on her soda and apologised profusely for not wearing anything other that a loose t-shirt and pink boxers. When MTT came inside the apartment, she was now apologising for the mess, but he didn't mind in the slightest: after spending so much time cooped up in a 5 stars hotel on the other side of the country, Alphys and Undyne's place was a very welcome mess, and he knows she'll never judge him for unwinding.

So he did just that: he took off his heels and made himself comfy on the large couch in the main room. Seeing the robot sigh dramatically as he spread himself on the sofa, Alphys asked: 《- R-rough filming session, buddy? - It's not that, Alphys darling, it's just that I might as well quit the movie-making business right now after THAT FIASCO! - H-HUH? W-what happened?? - Oh I don't wanna bore you with it... (please insist on hearing it Alphy.) - *sigh* Mettaton, can you please tell me what happen- - IT WAS HORRIBLE, HONEY, HORRIBLE ! THAT MOVIE IS GARBAGE, AND I'M NOT EVEN ON THE COVER ART OR EVEN THE TRAILER ! yelled Mettaton while wildly shaking Alphys. - WhOoAAAH METTA CALM DOWN !! Pleaded the reptile as she felt the motion sickness kicking in. I'm sure it's not THAT bad!!》 All it needed was Mettaton showing her the early release version of the first movie (that the producer oh-so-kindly gifted him with a weird flirty wink) for Alphys to look at MTT with pity in her eyes. 《- damn. It IS that bad. - I KNOOOOW!!! He cried out, while dark oily tears were streaming down his midi-pad-shaped face. - I'm s-sorry man, i-i can't do anything about that, I don't have the power to just, delete a movie from existence (because if I did, I already would've done it the moment the main character stole that precious locket without feeling any kind of remorse, and not giving it back, and not having any kind of redemption for it.) - I know. Said Mettaton between two sobs. My career in the human has barely took off, and it's already going down in flames... - Metta, said Alphys, picking her words carefully, that movie may be absolute trash but not only is it your very first movie on the surface but just because you had one bad performance d-doesn't mean you're not gonna have more chances later.》 And she got up to fetch tissues for him.

While she was gone, Mettaton reflected on those words, but they didn't sooth his worries, because he KNOWS he will be disappointing his long-term fans AND painting a very ugly image of monsters for all humans to see.

Half an hour later, the floor was already littered in crumpled oily tissues as MTT was venting to Alphys. Seeing him like this, made Alphys think about the ghost inside the robot. A dissatisfied little ghost who's biggest dream was to be a star. "No, it WILL NOT end like that, Alphys thought to herself, I'll tell that producer to cancel that movie!.. or w-well ask someone to do it... it's so crazy it might just work!.. or it's just straight up crazy and it will end in a disaster- NO stop thinking like that Alphys!" 《-Metta! - hmm?! Yes? Asked MTT slightly startled by the sudden raise of volume. - I'll get that movie cancelled!! I-if you want it to be... - Alphys, darling, I appreciate the gesture but there's no way in hell that you have enough influence to pull this off. - Well, I'll try anyway! M-maybe if I show how bad this movie is to our friends, they would back us up! She added, trying her best to sound confident. - mmm... perhaps... Replied the robot. But I'm still sceptical about this plan, honey. - D-don't worry! I know exactly who to text! Your number 1 fan!》 And Alphys bolted to her room to get her phone.

"Huh, my number 1 fan? MTT said in the back of his mind. And Alphys knows them close enough to have their number? Who could that possibly be??" When Alphys came back, her phone texting app was open to a chat titled "Papyrus"

Papyrus... The name alone didn't mean anything to Mettaton. However, when he saw the profile picture of the person Alphys was texting ("pretty awkwardly and overly apologetic" he thought) it finally clicked: That wacky skeleton he saw a year prior, just before they exited the underground... He was his biggest fan..? Seriously?

《- Hey, Alphys dear, how do you know this guy? - O-oh, he's Undyne best friend. He sometimes comes here. They both like to "cook" together. And by "cook" I mean that they like to destroy ingredients with their fists and almost burn down the apartment complex. - Sounds like my kind of cooking~♡ - why do you think you've never been in the same room as them-

A-anyways, he's still a pretty cool dude, he has a heart of gold under all his goofiness... I actually think you two could be friends. - Yeah yeah yeah right, gimme that phone Alphys, you're taking ages. Stated Mettaton impatiently as he snatched the cute pink phone from her chubby clawed hands.》

Stood fully upright with his new legs, Mettaton was a good few feet taller than Alphys and he fully used that to keep the phone out of her reach as he texted Papyrus himself:

Mettaton here, hello darling, I have a problem with the upcoming movie saga, would you like to help me?

ALPHYS ARE PRANKING ME? =_=

...Well, it's true that in a situation like that, where you're chatting with your friend and all of a second, your favourite celebrity texts you via the same chat, it's understandable to think they're messing with you, but Mettaton was too impatient to care, and instead went into face-time.

Papyrus's reaction to seeing him face to face surely was something: He was whisper-screaming as quiet as he could while wildly shaking and waving the hand he wasn't using to hold his phone. His excitement was barely contained, and, honestly, that was the cutest reaction Mettaton had ever seen.

As soon as Papyrus managed to calm down a bit, the robot started to explain the situation to him. The skeleton was eagerly listening to Mettaton, until his face fell when MTT told him how awful the upcoming saga was. 《- WAIT, IS IT REALLY THAT BAD? - Yes, darling, so if I were you, I'd ask for a refund on my ticket preorder. - BUT I WANTED TO SEE HOW GREAT YOUR NEXT MOVIE WAS GONNA BE... said Papyrus sadly. For some reason, seeing this man sad was unbearable for MTT, so he quickly added - W-well how about, you get a refund, and I'll simply come to see you in person to cheer you up? His face instantly lit up again at the suggestion. -REALLY?? Papyrus said, his voice rising a few octaves. Y-YOU'D DO THAT? FOR ME?? - Of course, honey, I'm very generous! (Meanwhile in his mind, Mettaton was screaming and melting over this cutie before him.) - OK, SO IS TOMORROW AROUND 11:00 AM ALRIGHT? I HAVE TO DROP OFF FRISK TO SCHOOL AT 8:30, BUT AFTER THAT I'M COMPLETELY FREE! AND IF YOU WANT YOU COULD ALSO STICK AROUND FOR LUNCH! Suggested Papyrus without catching his breath. - Oh uhhh... T-that sounds perfect! And, since I don't have anything else to do, I'll gladly stay for lunch! - GREAT! I'LL BE EXPECTING YOU AT 11:00! OH BOY I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU IN PERSON! SEE YOU, METTATON! - oh, see you too darling!》 And he hung up.

Chapter two:

The first hangout.

Whu- What just happened?

They called Mettaton's biggest fan to tell him to back him up to get the movie saga cancelled... and then... he managed to plan to hang out with a guy he met only once..?

Mettaton had completely forgotten about the plan when talking to Papyrus, and only remembered it when Alphys pointed it out.

Welp, at least they could ask other fans and friends to help them get the movies cancelled, and that's what they did: the two friends spent the rest of the evening calling and texting friends and family to tell them about the issue. Of course it still wasn't nearly enough, and Mettaton was aware of that, but... he had trouble focusing on the task at hand when he had that meeting with that skeleton tomorrow. And then, tomorrow came.

Mettaton woke up to the official poster of the saga literally EVERYWHERE: on billboards, as paper posters glued on the street, as side ads on every websites he checked... it was a nightmare. But thankfully his friends responded to the texts saying that will be backing him up 100%! What a relief- wait.

What time is it? 10:47 AM, motherfucker~ <3 F u c k

Mettaton ran to his wardrobe to take the outfit he prepared, flipped his switch in a hurry and dressed up as quickly as he could (while also trying to not wrinkle the pretty red suit he picked)

Mmm... should he take the prerelease movie CD with him?... Probably... since he still needs to get Papyrus on board with the plan, and showing just how God awful this movie is would be a great way to convince him (in theory).

As soon as he was fully dressed, MTT took the CD case and ran to his car, when it hit him that he didn't know where Papyrus lived, so he had to call Alphys to ask her, which took longer than he wanted because Alphys refused to pick up, so he had to TEXT her, which got an answer much quicker but now Mettaton only had 6 minutes to get there on time. (When I tell you that MTT's car FLEW over the highway-)

At least he wasn't TOO late, only a few minutes but he still got there around the time he was asked to come. After parking his car not too far from the building Papyrus lived in, Mettaton walked toward the front door before noticing that the skeleton was standing there, waiting. When their eyes met, Papyrus's whole face lit up and he ran up to Mettaton.

Before he knew it, the robot was tackled in a tight hug, so earnest and warm, as if they've known each other since childhood, then Papyrus pulled back his head and looked up at Mettaton with his eyes sparkling with excitement, before letting go. That passionate welcome was unexpected (and it wrinkled Mettaton's suit a bit) but he didn't mind, it made his cheeks and chest feel so warm... Why was he here again?.. Oh right, the plan! The plan to ask the director to cancel the movie! MTT was about to bring it up, when Papyrus spoke up: 《- SO, METTATON, DO YOU WANNA COME IN? - Oh yes, we should probably get inside to... do whatever to pass the time I guess... - WELL I PREPARED A LITTLE SOMETHING, I HOPE YOU'LL LIKE IT!》

Papyrus and Sans's apartment was pretty humble, but it had a certain coziness to it, and, unlike Undyne and Alphys's, it was tidy. As soon as they entered, Papyrus dashed to his room, telling Mettaton to make himself at home. So he sat down on the couch and waited for the homeowner to come back, while using that time to fix his suit.

But when Papyrus came back, that nice red suit was clearly overkill, as he was in a comfy bunny onesie, carrying a few fluffy blankets and pillows over his shoulder, and holding dvd cases in his free hand.

....a sleepover??...

This man had the unique opportunity to spend time with his favourite celebrity... and he planed a SLEEPOVER??? IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY??

...Mettaton had to admit to himself that it was a pretty ballsy move, and Papyrus was clearly fully confident doing it, so he had to appreciate his boldness.

Anyway, Papyrus was setting down the blankets and pillows on the couch (that he deployed in bed mode) while his guest was watching, feeling overdressed for this whole charade. However, the skeleton did not appear to mind in the slightest that Mettaton was dressed so formal for such a casual occasion, instead he asked him to choose what movie he wanted to watch while he went in the kitchen to grab some snacks.

The movie selection was... original: "Peekaboo with a fluffy bunny: the movie", "little kitty discovers the world", "Dr funkenstein", "the upside-down river"... Yup, all of these were children's movies.

In the end, Mettaton chose the last one, as it seemed to be the least childish, and as Papyrus came back with multiple bags of chips and a bottle of unnaturally purple soda, he confessed that "THAT MOVIE ALWAYS MAKES ME CRY..."

Curtains were drawn and blinds were closed, the skeleton made himself comfy on the couch, and finally pressed "play" on the remote. Actually, that movie was much more enticing than MTT had first thought, and soon enough, he understood why it made Papyrus cry every time, as he was tearing up himself. During a particularly heartbreaking scene, Mettaton swore he felt the skeleton, who was also crying heavily, getting closer to him and resting his head on his shoulder.

"Oh. Oh my..." He thought, as he felt the heat rising to his cheeks and his mechanical heart pounding in his chest.

At first, Mettaton was unsure about it, but right at that moment, it was... nice. Watching this bittersweet children's movie, gorging on chips and soda, while laying on a comfy couch filled with pillows and blankets... and with such good company too... And the end of the movie came, and the curtains and blinds were opened once more, letting the blinding midday light in. (Now that they could see eachothers faces, both of them had puffy, red eyes and humid cheeks from crying so much.)

Well it was now 13:30, guess Mettaton did stay until lunch.

《- HEY METTATON, DO YOU WANT TO HELP ME COOK? Asked Papyrus while cleaning up the chips packets. - Gladly! Answered the robot, chipper.》

After Papyrus went in his room to change back to his main outfit, the two started cooking spaghetti, the skeleton's self-proclaimed specialty, however it quickly dawned on MTT that he wasn't... that great of a chef. Lots of rookie mistakes that made him cringe inside. Every time the host made a mistake, Mettaton tried his best to gently tell him he was messing up, to Papyrus's surprise.

After an hour of trial and error (and wasted spaghetti, r.i.p) they managed to make the best spaghetti both of them ever made, and, much to Mettaton's shock, the only spaghetti that Papyrus ACTUALLY ATE IN HIS LIFE.

Afterwards, Mettaton realised he stayed for over 3 hours, and didn't even bring up the plan, so, he mentioned it -more awkwardly than he would've wanted- and added that he brought the first movie of the saga.

《- WOWIE,BUT I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T WANT ME TO WATCH IT? - W-well it is trash. But would you like to see just HOW TRASH that movie is? Asked Mettaton with a tone of challenge. - ...I'LL GO GET MY ONESIE. responded Papyrus with determined smirk.》

Back on the couch, back his bunny onesie, and this time, Mettaton also being in a onesie (a grey tabby cat one that Papyrus lended him), they started the film... and the skeleton immediately fell asleep once it was clear that Mettaton wouldn't appear in the rest of the movie, and, of course, he fell asleep on the robot himself, who's body temp rose like Jesus on the third day.

It was hard focusing on the movie when this lovable dork was snoozing so cutely in the crook of his armpit.

But Mettaton came to a realisation while watching this movie for the god-knows-what time: Maybe Alphys was right, this movie is pretty bad, and the other two are no better, but they are just that... bad, boring movies. Maybe Mettaton was overreacting...

He looked at his phone, and at all his friends, family and fans who are willing to back him up... And at the trailer ads for the saga on his socials...

Maybe he should just let this movie come out and let people see how bad it is... And before he knew it, he fell asleep as well, holding Papyrus close...

(what even is pacing lmao)

anyway, tell me if you want to see more, or simply if you liked it! seeing nice little things being said about my creations always makes me happy ^^

[tainted-by-skeletons]

Reader X Sans X Grillby (Part 4)

NSFW Warning

What's getting him horny now?! Is he a sadist?! Oh God. This was a huge mistake. A sadist and a monster is a very terrifying mix!

“Haaah!~”

I wasn't wanting to get beat up that night, but Sans wasn't very powerful. If he wanted to hurt me he'd have to put in a lot of effort. So the fear wasn't overpowered by my lust.

“Hey. Grillby. I think he's had enough.” Sans told us suddenly.

No! You choose now to be a wet blanket again?!

“Ohhh…” Grillby sighed. “Do you think I'm being too hard on your friend?”

“Nah. It's not that. I just think you should take off his shirt now. And maybe we can make him sit with us like that for a while.”

“What?!”

“Ooohhh Saaans~ You're finally joining the fun. I'm so happy.” Grillby said as he slid his hands up my hips and took hold of my shirt.

“A-aah!”

He pulled up on the shirt with such force I couldn't keep my arms down. And he successfully undressed me. I was now standing in only my underwear, socks and shoes. Sans made an expression of slight interest at the sight of my naked chest, and casually put an arm on the bar and leaned over a bit. Still very obviously checking me out.

“Wha-ha-ah! W-what’s the deal with you?! Why are you- l… looking at me like that…” I asked shyly.

“What. Have a problem with it? I can stop and you can put your clothes back on. Maybe I was right. Maybe we shouldn't try to force anybody tonight.”

“Rrrr! If you think you're getting revenge or somethi- Hey!”

I forgot Grillby was behind me. He picked me up easily and sat me down on one of the bar stools.

“Now be a good boy. Maybe Sans will strip down too.” Grillby offered.

“Yeah. Tell me you want to see me naked and I'll do it.” Sans told me.

“What?! You're kidding.”

I knew he just wanted to see me squirm. And I knew I couldn't muster the courage to say it without faltering. I had to choose between my pride and my penis. The correct choice was obvious to me.

“C-can I- er. Uh… I really want to see you naked. Sa… p-please.” I whispered.

“Oooh. What was that? Were you wanting to say my name?”

“Uh!” I quickly turned back to my drink. The condensation dripping down the glass reminded me it was nice and cold. So I took a sip to cool my hot and bothered body.

“Do it. Say my name.”

“S…sans…” I murmured, eyes still fixed on my drink.

A flash of blue light appeared on my left side. Before I could figure out what it was, my chair gave out from under me somehow. I fell onto the floor.

“Look at me and say it.”

I looked up and Sans hooked his pink slipper under my chin. Forcing my head up at an uncomfortable angle.

“Sans!” I panted.

*Tszzzz*

“Fuck!”

Sans and I turned to see Grillby leaned against the counter tripping over himself doing… something. Sans looked over and I stood up to see what it was. Grillby ran to the back of the bar behind a wall. Sitting on the bar was a small blob of something orange-ish red and kinda black. I reached over to touch it and...

“Don't. That's magma. Heheh. I guess Grillby was drooling. Like… literally drooling at us.”

I snickered at that just as Grillby rushed back into the room with a large silvery towel. He put it over the magma as a small fire had started on the table.

“Rraaagghhhh.” Grillby growled.

I had never seen him so mad. Before that night I hadn't seen Grillby showing much emotion at all really.

“You're really fired up today.” I accidentally joked.

“Pftt Hahahaha! Nice one man!”

“Ah shit. Heheh. I didn't mean to make a pun.”

Sans was far from his sadistic, horny mood now. I wasn't getting anything else out of him. I sighed and turned to Grillby. He looked furious. He pointed to Sans and said,

“You. Strip. Now.” In a terrifyingly demanding voice.

Sans simply shrugged.

“Eh. I don't like to break promises. Guess this might as well happen tonight. Sorry Y/N. Hope this doesn't make things awkward.”

Sans hopped off the bar stool and slid off his jacket.

“Heheh. Don't worry. You can go back to your own place after this and drink until you forget it.” I offered.

“And what about you?” Sans asked as he pulled up his shirt. Showcasing a set of thick ivory ribs and… a blue jello-y looking torso underneath it?

“Uhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“Hey. Don't get all flustered yet. I haven't even gotten to the good part.”

“Wh- uh.”

I was shocked to hear that Sans had confidence in his package. He slid off his pants and showed me exactly why. Underneath his pants were no underwear. Which I didn't understand since he had a somewhat normal body, but he was also sporting a mostly erect penis.

Aggghhh! He's huge! That's not fair! I can't believe of all people he'd be the guy with a big dick!

Sans' member looked about five inches. Which isn't impressive, but the girth was insane. I could tell he was still not fully up yet either. So it had to be six or seven inches at most.

“Oh God…” I muttered without thinking.

Sans' penis twitched at my accidental compliment.

“Aw Jeez. You're makin’ me blush.”

“Errr uhhh. I just uhhh- I didn't know skeletons would have those.”

“Yup. You look like you don't believe it. Are you wanting to come make sure it's real?”

“Well now that you say that~ I'm almost convinced it is fake! I better check.” I said, nodding.

“You might have to get in line. I think it's only fair if Grillby checks first. You okay Grillbz?”

Grillby was standing dead still, staring at Sans. He didn't seem like he had that much alcohol before, but he was clearly plastered. I couldn't think of any other reason he would be acting so differently that night.

“Um…” Grillby shook his head and looked up at Sans’ face. “Yes. Sorry. You're just so… captivating.”

“Ah!-”

Now a compliment like that got Sans going. He stuttered nonsense and looked down to the floor. Only to quickly notice that his dick had swelled in appreciation of the compliment.

Good to know. Sans has a bit of a praise kink. I wouldn't expect such a laid back, lazy, kinda sloppy guy to be a sadist with a thing for praise. I'd expect that from Mettaton or something.

Grillby passed me and took hold of Sans' shoulders. He slowly slid his fingers down Sans' arms, down his blue jelly torso, and paused just above his dick. Knelt on the floor, Grillby started gently running his fingers up and down the thick shaft.

“I can't believe you've been hiding this from everyone. Scared you're gonna break somebody with it?”

“Mnn…Heheh. It can't be that big.”

Sans was maintaining his confidence, but it wouldn't last very long.

“Oh that's riight~ My little skeleton has never seen a pussy before.”

“Hey. Don't call me-”

“Pft. Wait, really? You've never seen one at all?” I interrupted.

“Hey! It's not like I could have just-*gasp* G-Grillby! Aaahhh~”

And Sans was interrupted once again by Grillby now putting his mouth around Sans' cock and slowly sliding forward towards his ecto-torso. Sans stumbled backwards but Grillby quickly put his arms around his ass, holding him up. Sans yelped softly as his bright blue butt was suddenly squeezed and rendered immobile. The expression on Sans' face was so passionate I could only assume he had never received a blow job before. I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I went up to the two, and moved next to Sans. He watched me with a mix of fear and embarrassment on his face. That expression only became more apparent when I put a hand on his cheek and turned his face towards mine. I wanted to see how he'd react before I did anything.

“W-w-wai- aaah!~ Y/N. Ah! Grillby!~ Haaahhh-mmn?!”

And then I leaned in and kissed him.

[shii-ledumu]

(As you can tell, I can't draw for shit lol.)

"Empty."

Sans clutches on his stomach, or at least where his stomach would have been. His stomach was grumbling, loudly. He rushes to his fridge to get some food but alas, it was empty. Disappointment washes over his face as he sighed. Of course he knew there wasn't food beforehand but maybe food would magically appear after he opens it. Naturally, that didn't happen. For the past years he's relied on the food reserves he had stocked up and when that ran out he'd go to Grillby. But that stopped months ago, Grillby has his own family to feed after all. Plus, Sans felt guilty mooching off Grillby all the time.

But he needed to get food. Sadly, he doesn't exactly have anything worth trading for. Luckily for him there were some monsters who were generous enough to give some of their supply, but that didn't last. With no other options left, might as well join the other monsters and start stealing. It was simple really, teleportation makes it impossible for anyone to detect it was him who stole it. Sans never stole more than he needed and he specifically targeted those with the more abundant food supply. And plus, it's harder to notice that your food got stolen when there's so much of it.

That was going well until this month. Everyone, and I mean everyone, were struggling. Those who used to have a large supply now barely have enough to scrape by. Either they were completely out, or they only had enough to last a couple more months. And Sans couldn't bring himself to steal from them. Not anymore.

Sans knelt down as a stabbing pain goes through his gut. His breathing becomes heavier as he clutches tighter on his T-shirt. His vision was getting blurry and he could barely keep himself awake. He hasn't eaten for a month because he refused to steal anymore. His conscience wouldn't let him. Of course that came with a cost. He's tired, weak, and in pain. Sans desperately wants to sleep but he refuses. In fact he hasn't slept for the entire month. He's scared that the moment he drifts to sleep, it will last forever.

A month since he last ate and slept and two months since that phone call he made to Frisk. He's barely latching on but his suffering was interrupted when Sans heard a creak from the front door. Sans immediately mustered everything he had and stood straight. He didn't even need to try to make a poker face, it just comes to him naturally. He peeked to the entrance door and saw a purple bunny monster illuminated by the candle lanterns. It was the shopkeeper.

"you should pick a better target if you're gonna steal from someone."

"I'm not here to fight ya', I wanna talk," she said with a stern look.

Sans chuckled. "in this day and age? you're a bit behind the times pal'."

"I'm serious!" Sans' eyes widened from her response. It rattled him. In this day and age showing signs of weakness makes you more susceptible to theft. Everyone is so tense. But right now the shopkeeper was desperate, her breathing rapid and shallow. "W-we're running out of supplies Sans. Food, light, you name it."

"so? whatcha want me to do about it? you should be able to see it from there, i'm not doing well on food either." The light from the lantern illuminated the kitchen, including the empty fridge. It should be bright enough for the shopkeeper to see.

"There has to be something you can give us Sans!" She starts to approach Sans. "My family is strugg—"

Sans spawns a gaster blaster next to him. "enough" The bunny halted. "i can't give you anything cause there's nothin' for me to give. simple as that."

"Nothing? Do you have nothing at all?"

Sans looks down with a heavy sigh. "candles, i have loads of candles. best i can give you." Sans uses his telekinesis to throw the candles that was on the kitchen counter to the shopkeeper.

"Thank you..." she said. "Anything helps at this point."

Sans watched the shopkeeper but just before she got out Sans mumbled something. "sorry..."

"It's ok, I get ya'," she replied.

The door creaks close and Sans is back to being alone. He let himself collapsed down to the floor once more. His smile faltering as he looked down to the floor. Sans felt bad that candles was all he could give. But he can't give out anything in his first aid kit; it's far too risky with how low his HP is. Tools? No shot, he needs them whenever he takes scrap from machinery. He used to be pretty hands on back when he was a scientist so he can practically dismantle anything in the underground. Batteries? Flashlights? as if, he's hiding the fact that he has those in the first place. Everyone burnt out their battery supply in the first year. Sans was only who decided to just use lanterns. If the other monsters find out about it, he's definitely gonna get targeted. Not exactly something you want when you're the weakest monster. So all that's left are candles

Alone, hungry, and tired. He's sat by the open fridge with his head hung low. He needs to get food at some point. If this continues on he won't be able to hide how tired he is. Once the other monsters notice that, he'll be a target. Even with all that thoughts going through his mind, he can't help but remember that subtle but sadistic grin Frisk gave him just before they left the last corridor. freak.

[solartale-official-en]

SolarTale Arc 1 - Chapter 6: The Origin of Negativity

For several weeks, Chara has been training with Papyrus to improve her powers. Every day she trains hard so that she can strike a blow at the great skeleton, while creatures of negativity appear more and more frequently, but Chara and Papyrus always manage to counter their attacks brilliantly.

The origin of these creatures is still unknown, as are their abilities, but they are becoming more powerful by the day, which worries our two protagonists until the famous day arrives.

A large skeleton with blackish matter like that which makes up the creatures was with them, tentacles were on its back, still blackish, while black liquid flowed from its eyes. This skeleton and the creatures of negativity were inevitably linked, and the fact that it was the source of the problem is more than likely. They attack the village of Snowdin again, while Chara and Papyrus neutralise the creatures one by one.

Chara suffers numerous injuries due to the number of creatures present and regenerates as best she can. The skeleton filled with negativity seems very powerful and destroys all those who oppose him. Papyrus is also badly hurt, then a teleportation noise is heard and a small skeleton with a broad smile on its face appears, bringing with it a huge gaster blaster that shoots, destroying many creatures.

Chara, on seeing him, remembers him immediately, he's the one who attacked her at the ruins but he seems to be saving them?

Sans : Well then, Gaster, are you attacking Snowdin?

The large skeleton controlling the creatures seems to be called Gaster and he answers with a voice that is unrecognisable, jerky and terrifying

Gaster : 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕤, 𝕤�� 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖? 𝕎𝕖'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪…

One of the tentacles on Gaster's back rushes towards Sans but he is intercepted and pierced by a bone just before it reaches him. Sans snapped his fingers and a dozen blasters appeared, all firing at Gaster in a huge explosion. Chara could only stand back and watch as the sheer level of power chilled her blood.

Papyrus : Sans! You're here!

Papyrus was in a bad way but he was happy that his brother was there to save them, he knew that all the inhabitants were now safe.

Gaster had protected himself with his tentacles, which formed a sphere, but he had still taken a lot of damage, and the tentacles suddenly shot out, sending a shockwave through Solar that propelled him.

A gaster blaster appears behind him and catches him before firing at Gaster, who takes it head-on but his negativity increases, regenerating his wounds.

Sans : Come on Gaster, do you want to have a bad time?

Sans says this cheerfully, then his right eye glows, leaving a trail of several colours across his right eye, then blue bones pierce Gaster and Blasters appear all around him, firing at full power continuously for several long seconds.

Sharp, pointed bones appear en masse to pierce Gaster at the same time, who doesn't even have time to understand what's happening to him. After this phenomenal attack, Gaster is half disintegrated as his body gradually reforms with his negativity, but very slowly, and he uses his last strength to flee.

Sans approaches his brother, Papyrus and Chara.

Sans : Hey, are you all right, Paps? You're not hurt? What about you, kid?

Papyrus : Sans! You're here, I'm so happy to see you!

Even though the skeleton seemed friendly, Chara doesn't answer, remaining wary after what happened in the ruins.

Sans : That's good then, it's all over for a long time, Gaster shouldn't show up again for a long time

The village was thriving again, but for how long? Fate will tell soon enough, but first let's take advantage of this well-deserved rest and have a bite to eat at Grillby's!

[jack-nasty]

BBB Chapter 11:

"Party Preparation"

ears continue to flow down my cheeks as I storm down the stairs in a hurry. I don't have a clear idea of where I'll go, but I have a sense of security in the name that had just been thrown around. He still crosses my mind even still knowing he couldn't give me what I truly yearn for. I look up once I see my two feet hit the gravel of the apartment's lot. Like destiny, my wishes for saving come true when I see Grillby's blue car still parked, and himself patiently sitting with his window rolled down, as if he was waiting for me to join him. I quickly approach his car and I hear its doors unlock as I near the passenger side.           "Hey," Grillby speaks and my body unravels as I sit down and close the door. I don't reply to his greeting with words but with a sniff, as I attempt to catch my breath. He takes out a handkerchief, but instead of handing it to me he gently uses it to brush away my tears and snot. He directs me to slow my breathing and eventually, I do.           "I'm sorry if I caused all that noise."           "No..." I manage to get out, "That was not your fault, he can just be like that after a long day."           "I don't think you should allow him to get like that. His 'long day' ruins yours. It's not fair to you to have to put up with his attitude."           "I know how to handle him. You just have to let him win sometimes."           "Listen... you shouldn't be taking his heat, at least not in this instance. I—" He pauses briefly, considering his next words, "I didn't just overhear loud voices. Your window was open and I heard every line perfectly. Look—I'm sorry if you feel the same way about me as you do with him. I never meant to boss you around or take you from more important things in your life. I don't want to be the reason you miss out on opportunities for success. I really enjoy your company and love having you be a part of my life, but I can't be the cause of why a family is falling apart."  Grillby turns away, his hands still holding onto me, still comforting me. This reoccurring rush of guilt comes back.          "Grillbs, no—" I grab at his wide shoulders and tears surge through my sockets once my eyes move against the air. "You might've been our topic of discussion but fights like these happen all the time. It truly does not involve you. I can't imagine trying to survive without your support. You've been such a good help to me these past months but Papyrus doesn't see that. He doesn't understand what good you're doing because I don't show him my bad." These three words slip through my teeth and there's no withdrawing them after this moment full of intense emotion: "I need you." It comes out sounding desperate as more tears push through my skull. Grillby turns back to me with a soft yet eager smile. I wrap around him and we hug for a strong few seconds. I gasp for air because the dramatic occurrence brought more emotion into my sensitive state. I shift my body back into my seat and look at him closely. I rest my face onto his and they press into a kiss which turns into a few soft—but passionate—minutes of our lips latching onto each other.

Grillby consoled me. He had a few hours before he had to go to work but he told me he had a couple stops to make before heading back to his apartment where he requested I stay at. For the past few weeks, we invited some of our friends to his place and have sort of an opening party to celebrate Grillby's new and improved apartment—but mostly it was a way for us to make up for the times we had to miss out on social events to straighten out the house. I didn't mention it to Papyrus but it'd be a good place for him to understand me and Grillby's relationship. Maybe if he comes around in the next 24 hours I can convince him to show up, but I don't know if I'll be back home before the party starts tomorrow. 

Grillby unlocks the door to his apartment, he steps in after me. We put down a few bags with our decorations for the party. I'd begin decorating his place while he worked his shift. Once he left I started to hang fairy lights and paper garlands. I stepped off the stool I used to reach where the wall met the ceiling; my phone buzzed just then. It was Cole.

COLE: hey man!!! COLE: syd  and i are so stoked for tmmr

SANS: Hi Cole! I'm glad you're both able to hang out!! SANS: It's gonna be SOOO much fun :D

COLE: yea! COLE: i cant wait to see the happy couple heh...

SANS: Oh??? SANS: WHOOOO

COLE: haha, u and grillby dude! COLE: hes been talking about you nonstop to me and the other cousins COLE: im happy you two are back at it bc you both seem happier with each other around

I freeze, unsure of how to respond. Does Grillby really talk about me to his family? And so highly? 

SANS: You really think so? I guess I haven't thought about it xD

COLE: totally man ;) COLE: see ya

I exit our chat and see my most recent texts. I look at Papyrus' unread message from a few days ago, asking me if I had a class then. I debate texting him "Hey," or something just to start a conversation that might lead to an apology, but my plans were cut short when he sent "sans i'm sorry." I stare at the screen in shock at how he was able to text me right I open our messages. I respond with a short "Me too."

PAPS: sorry i got all pissed off about grillby. PAPS: he's an alright guy, i think i just used him as an excuse to get mad, and that's not fair to either of you.

SANS: No, it's okay! It's understandable. SANS: You thought I was skipping class and you probably had a rough day anyways... we were just the first people you came in contact with to let it out on. SANS: Neither of us blame you, I just hope you can forgive me for messing up so much! SANS: Take as much time as you need, I'll always be your bro :)

PAPS: of course i forgive you. PAPS: i just want you back home, i'm already missing you.

SANS: Oh, I'd love to be back home but tonight I'll be busy helping Grillby set up for this party we're throwing tomorrow. SANS: And it would be REEEEEEEEALLY awesome if you'd show up!

PAPS: i dunno... i'm not a big party monster.

SANS: If you don't show than you won't see me for a whole other day :( SANS: And you said you already miss me SOOO much...

PAPS: well i don't know if i miss you SOOO much...

SANS: But maybe enough to stop by tomorrow? ;)

PAPS: if that's what it takes :)

SANS: HEHE!!! Love you, Paps! <3 SANS: Don't worry, it'll be a lot of fun!!

PAPS: i'll hold you to it.

[ozziesemporium]

@yo00ru

Sans and Papyrus meet you, a TA, while picking up Frisk, and Sans suddenly understands the term "Meet-cute" that Alphys had always fawned over. Or was it "love at first sight?" The difference doesn't matter to him. All that matters is watching how your face crinkles as you giggle at a bad pun he made, and how your eyes fly open in shock with the classic "whoopee cushion in the hand" trick.

You spend more time around them and Sans is falling hard. You not only love space too, and love Grillby's (though you have no tab, fortunately for Grillby you were always on top of paying it), but you loved puzzles and were high energy, just like his brother.

The three of you were thick as thieves, with every home cooked meal and every late night on the phone because you couldn't sleep and every interaction making Sans fall even harder for you.

One day, during Frisk's birthday party, Sans overhears you, Alphys, Toriel, and Undyne (can it really be overhear when Undyne is only slightly quieter that Papyrus) talking. Something you said sounded like hot gossip, given the "oohs" coming from the group. Sans shortcuts slightly closer, feigning disinterest as he listens in.

He freezes when Alphys speaks.

"A crush, huh? Who's the lucky guy?"

"Or gal," Toriel interjects.

A crush? On who? His stomach twists at the though of some random guy sidling his way between the two of you and stealing you away.

"Ah, well," you start, sounding bashful. Sans doesn't even need to turn to know you're looking anywhere but at them. "You know him quite well. I'd even say you're friends with him."

Wait, really? Could it be?

"We have a lot in common, and uh..." you rush out the rest, almost too quiet for him to hear, but he was straining to hear you at this point. "He's a skeleton."

Undyne startles him with how loud her "WHAT" is, but Alphys, ever the saint, pulls her down and kisses her cheek. She's gotten bolder since surfacing. Meanwhile, Sans is on cloud nine.

He's good friends with Toriel and Alphys, even though he hasn't spoken to the latter in a while. And your shared love of bad jokes, greasy food, space, and science are definitely not lost on him. It must be him, right? A few minutes pass between you four before you finally give in, promising to confess during the Fall Festival. He's never felt like dressing up before a festival, but now he certainly does.

The festival rolls around, and he's excited. He put more effort that he usually does into his outfit, and even got you your favorite snack from Muffets and some fries from Grillby's. Despite Papyrus' complaints, his sigh was through a smile as your nerves from seeing the both of them dissipated around the sweet and salty foods.

The entire walk through the festival, Sans can't help the nervous excitement flowing through his veins. The question of when floods his system. Will you ask before the fireworks? During? Before you head home? He can't stop picturing each scenario, all of them ending with you leaning forward as you kissed him. He'd drown in your smell if he could.

Papyrus, meanwhile, had been winning carnival game after carnival game, all for the plushies your eyes lingered on for a second too long. He was so cool, Sans thought. It was great that you both got along. You both were discussing a puzzle you had bought for him, and how you had struggled with it for hours while it only took Papyrus a few minutes to solve.

Eventually, the three of you split off right before the fireworks start, and Sans is looking for you. He's finally decided that he should confess to you, before you lose the chance. He got you both caramel apples.

He spots you and Papyrus standing by the lake, sauntering over as he prepares an excuse to get Papyrus away for a few minutes.

Your hand was on Papyrus' upper arm as you told him something, turning away as you finished. He wondered what you told him.

...

Why was Papyrus leaning in so close.

Why weren't you leaning away.

...

Ah.

He stands there as he tells himself that he should be happy. His brother was so cool, and he wanted what was best for both of you. You always had more in common with Papyrus than him anyways. Papyrus would be able to keep up with you in ways Sans never could.

Sans was lazy and he never liked puzzles all that much, preferring the daily crossword over anything else. You went on runs with Papyrus, solved puzzles with him, baked with him, hell, your favorite food was spaghetti, for crying out loud. You two were made for each other.

He should be happy.

...So why was he crying?

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Slapped this together after reading too many angsty romantic poems in one night and needed to get this out. Probably poorly written and for that I am sorry but the brainrot took hold.

But yeah, the idea is that Sans wants you but he loves you and Papyrus too much to even entertain the idea of breaking you two up.

Ok ok ok

Hear me out

One sided/unrequited Sans/Reader

But instead of Sans falling in love with Toriel

It’s Reader falling in love with Papyrus

[anneimaginesundertale]

Wild West AU

Welcome to Littleton, a tiny little town on the frontier. Our biggest draw here is all the skeletons! We've got skeletons out the wazoo, and they're all too handsome for their own good! Come on along, stranger, and I'll introduce ya!

Sans and Papyrus -- they run a local cattle ranch. Well, Papyrus runs it. Sans mostly hangs around at Grillby's. Everybody knows Pap can't get him to do a lick of work around the place. Lazy bones! Papyrus is a real fine fella, though. He's got a way with his animals, and he's real friendly. He'd love to help out the sheriff, but we only need one deputy in town.

Blue and Stretch - Blue is our beloved school teacher! Mister Blue is a real gentleman, and he loves all the kids in town. He can ride real well, even if he is from back east, and there's rumors that he's a crack shot with a pistol, but ain't nobody ever seen him even touch a gun! His brother is still a working cowboy and he tends to come and go with the cattle drives. He's got a real way with words when he is around. Everybody loves to hear him spin a tale.

Red and Boss - These two drifted into town a while back. Red works in the local mine and Boss is the new deputy. Boss takes his job real serious, but there are rumors that they used to be bandits before they came here, and that the real reason Red is a miner is because he's looking for a spot to hide their big score.

Black and Rus - Black is the local sheriff. Rus was his deputy, but somethin' happened with some outlaws on the edge of town and now Rus mostly just does odd jobs around town. His brother's real protective of him.

Sansy and Sweets - No one knows much about these two loners. They live up the mountain all on their own. They come down every few months to buy and sell things, and they always have a good harvest in the fall, but no one knows what all they do up there. Must get mighty lonely...Sweets is always the one to come down and deal things. Sansy sometimes comes with him to help lift stuff, but he's awful quiet...

Bones and Lucky - Bones runs the general store and his brother is the local banker. They're two of the richest men in town. Lucky plays piano down at the casino some nights.

Smiley and Grim - They own the town casino. Grillby's might be the best place in town to go and get a drink, but if you want to play poker for more than dog treats, you go to the casino. Some people were real upset when these two came into town, but it seems a bit of money crossed the right palms and Smiley turned on that charm of his, and now nobody pays 'em no mind.

G and Aster - G is another one who doesn't seem to actually do anything around here! He's always in Grillby's, crackin' jokes and drinkin' and playin' poker with the dogs, but when anybody asks him what his job is, he don't answer! His brother is the local doctor and he takes real good care of everybody.

Comet and Captain - Our local blacksmiths! They're also inventors (so they say) but nobody knows what they're inventing. We just hear loud bangs and clangs from their workshop...Comet's also got the nicest garden in town. We keep askin' for his secret but he just gets all embarrassed and won't tell.

Break and Tango - They run the stagecoach! They've got all kinds of stories about their travels around the territory, and Tango sure knows how to dance! There's always a party when they come back into town. Break is a shy fella, but if you believe his brother's stories, he's the one who does most of the defendin' when the coach gets in trouble! Another one who's said to be a real good shot, though we ain't seen him do it.

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This was so fun to come up with!! I actually got all of this done in August, in one sitting, in one glorious rush of inspiration! I hope you like it as much as I do. Feel free to send questions!

[burrowingdweller]

I've mentioned headcanon that I love very much in one of my asks, so I want to share it now...

It's post-SoL hc, where Sans and Frisk have known each other for a few months already, but they either don't have romantic relationships yet or they've just started to actually date each other. The point is that pretty much time have passed, but Frisk doesn't seem to rush it and Sans doesn't dare to hurry either.

And while he treats her better and better, I think it's natural that all his agression he took out on her earlier he would now direct on himself. Cause his negative emotions can't just disappear. Actually his behavior was kinda self-destructive at least since his teens when as we know he was a junkie. In SoL we don't see a lot of self-hatred moments - until that scene with Grillby, where Sans gets really pity for himself. But basically we can see clearly that he tries not to think much about his own disadvantages - and that doesn't mean he doesn't know about them. He's clever boy after all, but remembering all the traumas he went through - no wonder he uses his power and agression just in order to not to feel helpless and pathetic again, also he's inclined to alcohol and drug addiction just to think less and not to feel stressed.

So, when he forces himself to respect Frisk and her opinion, the only option to let the anger out is self-hatred and self-reproach. He starts to think that it would be better for Frisk if she never met him in her life, he tries his best for her and yet thinks it's not enough, he blames himself for all his mistakes, and all that really bothers him. Not just bothers - it's as unhealthy as his close-to-abusive treatment at the very start (don't look at me like that, yes, the way he treats her in the story IS unhealthy, yet I think he doesn't mean that - just has no other option since he was surrounded by hatred almost since he was baby-bones. But I think cause of his mother, cause of friends like Tops, cause of his brothers - he's not completely lost). The only difference is he does no harm to Frisk anymore, but he just can't feel happy. He literally breaks himself as he is in the story to become... not a completely new person, I think, but someone close to that kid he was back then, when his mother was still alive.

And I believe Frisk would help him to get through this. She shows him that he's doing right, supports him, makes him feel that he actually can be kind and patient and strong (not physically) - the opposite things he thinks of himself.

Ugh, sorry for my English, I hope I made myself clear enough...

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Of the skellies who has the biggest sweet tooth/ weakness for sugary stuff?

Undertale Sans - As long as it's edible... He still prefers salty food though. Sans is not very difficult, he likes everything and doesn't complain. He used to live so much time without eating properly that he cherishes any kind of food, really. Except lettuce. He hates lettuce. Grillby sometimes put some in his burger to cut him off lol.

Undertale Papyrus - He likes sugary stuff a lot more than he pretends to. He still tries to have a good diet, but ok, he might have night craves sometimes. He even let Toriel scold Frisk once for the disappearance of her cinnamon butterscotch pie. He can't help it. He's very selective with what he's eating though.

Underswap Sans - He's pretty normal about this, but he tends to avoid sugary stuff because his job requires a good diet so he keeps being. This and because he gets easily excited and he doesn't like it when he's in a sugar rush.

Underswap Papyrus - He would be fine eating only cakes, honey and chocolate for his entire life. Blue said he has a sugar addiction, but Honey answered back that since it's coming from childhood, it's not his fault but his, which efficiently shuts Blue's mouth up.

Underfell Sans - Meh. He's doesn't really have a sweet tooth. He doesn't hate sugary stuff, but he loves spicy things too much to feel anything for them.

Underfell Papyrus - He hates sugar (and spicy) food as well. He prefers salty normal food, that he cooks from home, with lots of vegetables. He despises his brother's food habits and refuses to be like him.

Horrortale Sans - He doesn't care, he likes everything. Losing the ability to eat what you want for 16 years kinda helped with that. As long as it's food, he's happy.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's not difficult either, but yeah, he still has a strong sweet tooth. He loves to bake cakes after difficult tasks or gift himself some nice expensive chocolate. He missed all of this way too much Underground.

Swapfell Sans - He's hiding it very well but he has a huge love for sugary stuff, to the point he has a hiding place in his room full of candy and chocolate bars. He's craving for it, but tries to hide it to everyone. Only a few know.

Swapfell Papyrus - Nah, he likes very spicy food, the kind of food that after you eat it, you can't feel anything anymore. That's his kind of food (with chicken McNuggets, of course). He doesn't like sweet things.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He doesn't hate sweet things, but it's not his favorite. He still eats some with Coffee once in a while, but only a little. Too much gives him nausea.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He loves hot chocolate and will give you puppy eyes every time you're making one. He could die for hot chocolate with marshmallows every day. He loves chocolate in general and will never say no to some.

[mortimer-writes-sometimes]

Prompt: Frisk buying Grillby snacks to try on the Surface. He doesn't have the heart to tell 'em he doesn't like most of it.

This is probably one of the most wholesome prompts I’ve ever gotten regarding Undertale. I hope I did good! Here you go!

I Love the Taste of Ash! Warnings: throwing up, sort of? It’s implied a bit near the end. Word Count: 973 Summary: Grillby forces himself to participate in a taste test.

Grillby liked slow afternoons. Business was business, however it was nice to have some time to clean up after the lunch rush and make sure he was prepared for dinner. On weekdays, he tended to have plenty of time in the afternoon, seeing as most monsters were still at work, just getting back from work, or picking their children up from school.

Speaking of children…

Grillby heard the door to his bar open and set down the pan he’d been cleaning (by sterilizing it with fire magic, of course. He’d wash them with soap and water, but he never touched the stuff). When he went into the dining room, he smiled, immediately going behind the bar and pouring a glass of apple juice for one of his favorite regulars. “Hello, Frisk,” the fire monster greeted kindly, “How was school today?”

Frisk hopped up on a barstool with a serious expression, tossing their backpack on the bar counter. “No time to talk about that,” they declared. “We need to have a serious discussion.”

“Oh?” Grillby was worried as he set the juice in front of Frisk. Did something happen at school? Was Toriel unhappy that Frisk stopped by in the afternoons? She’d seemed perfectly fine with it so far.

“I need you to answer a question.” Frisk folded their arms, locking eyes with the bartender. “Have you. Ever tried. Flamin’ Hot Cheetos.”

Grillby paused. That… was not what he’d been expecting. When he finally spoke, his answer left Frisk absolutely appalled.

“What… is a Cheeto?”

That was all the prompting Frisk needed to open their backpack, spreading several bags of chips out on the bar and ignoring Grillby’s mumbled comment about how he didn’t allow outside food. In the human’s opinion, Grillby was the best cook in the whole Underground, and now that monsters were free, he’d become one of the best cooks in the WORLD! It was an absolute travesty that he still hadn’t tried some of the greatest, messiest, and unhealthiest junk food that the surface had to offer! They told him as much as they gestured to the wide selection of brightly colored bags in front of them.

“Did you spend your whole weekly allowance on this?” Grillby asked, though looking at the sheer number of chip options made the question mostly rhetorical.

“Nevermind that!” Frisk picked up a bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos from the pile and opened it for him, thrusting the bag towards him insistently. “Look, these ones even have ‘flame’ and ‘hot’ in the name. You have to try them.”

Now, Grillby had tried human food once since he’d been on the surface. Sans had taken him to a human diner where they ordered a pizza to share. The bartender had enjoyed the atmosphere of the place, but when the pizza arrived, he discovered (rather unpleasently) that human food had a fault that made it impossible for the fire monster to enjoy. Remembering the evening made Grillby understandably hesitant to try the snacks Frisk was offering him. But…

Frisk looked so hopeful, eyes glittering with excitement as they awaited Grillby’s reaction. The thought of disappointing the little human made the bartender sigh. He was going to regret this later.

Reaching into the bag, he took out one of the oddly-shaped chips(??). “Why are they dusty?” he asked with a hint of skeptasim, the powder somehow already all over Grillby’s hand.

“It’s part of the experience,” Frisk insisted. “Besides, the powder is the good part. It’s what makes them spicy!”

“Spicy. Right.” Grillby eyed the snack for a moment, then glanced at Frisk again, who nodded encouragingly. Well… no backing out now. The bartender braced himself, then put the Cheeto in his mouth.

As soon as Grillby closed his mouth around the chip, the searing hot flames that made up his body turned it to ash in his mouth. Monster food was usually infused with magic, which protected it from some of the odd properties of a monster’s body while they ate. Human food didn’t have any magic in it, and the fire inside Grillby’s body wasn’t the same as the fire that made up the outside of his body. He could be touched without burning the person touching him, but if they (for some reason) but their hand in his mouth, they’d pull it out with third degree burns. Cheetos and chips in general were already dry. Putting one in his mouth, Grillby was pretty sure he would rather eat a mouthful of sand.

Determined not to fail Frisk’s expectations, Grillby pretended to chew and then forced himself to swallow. It took everything in him not to gag, and he couldn’t help the small cough that escaped him. He managed a weak smile when he looked back at the human. “Y-you’re right, it’s a little spicy,” he managed.

“But how did you like it?” Frisk asked, scooting forward on their barstool.

Oh, the things Grillby did for this child. He gave them an awkward thumbs up, which seemed to satisfy Frisk. They cheered, reaching for another bag. “Okay, if you liked those, Takis have to be next!”

Later that evening, Grillby would find himself coughing up ash in one of the toilet stalls of the bar while Sans rubbed his back, mumbling something about how he should probably close early. The bartender would have to agree, but he didn’t regret his choices. One night of stomach pain was worth it, to make Frisk happy. Still… He made a mental note to come up with some evasive excuses to save himself if the human ever asked him to do something like that again.

Thanks for reading! I hope this was good and lived up to your expectations.

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[gastertalks]

[ Pines rolled their eyes into the back of their head before facing forward with a huff, shuddering at the new atmosphere of the impressively warm restaurant.

They glanced around a bit at all the monsters in the small building, easing into the warmth of it all quite quickly. They were still shaking, maybe even more than before, but their crying had halted for the time being.

*"..Thank you again, Dr. Gaster. I'm sorry for..being such a hassle."*

They were still unable to move forward because of the blue magic engulfing their soul, but they could atleast let their tails move around.. ]

// * doesn't add text like a badass

[ " So.. why. Did we come here?" ]

There is no need to thank me. You are nothing close to a hassle. I… owe you everything. And we came here because… Well, I used to come here sometimes. Grillby is a healer, perhaps he’d be willing to offer you some help.

[The atmosphere was friendly and mellow, and there were several other monsters seated at the tables and the bar, enjoying their drinks over idle chatter. Gaster ignored them, though, rushing towards Grillby with a pleading look. Grillby glanced up and raised an eyebrow in question.]

Look, I know you don’t know me. Or — remember me. Regardless, we need your help, they… I need you to heal them. I’ll pay you whatever you wish.

[It did not take much persuasion before Grillby ushered them into the back and closed the door behind him. Gaster lowered Pines to the floor, the blue glow in his hands fading. For the sake of comfort, Gaster moved his coat from Pines to beneath his head; a makeshift pillow. Silently, Grillby kneeled down and checked Pines.]