#but it's not necessarily underfell

[unma]

This took me a good while but hey, I needed a prompt. This was some fun while I took a break from my other WIPs. Cross-posted to AO3 here. Hope you enjoy!

Frisk let out a sigh of exhaustion as she collapsed onto her office chair. She was completely and utterly done with this, tired both mentally and physically. Politicians could be such pieces of shit to deal with, the corrupt bastards caring for nothing but making themselves richer while others suffer more. She couldn’t understand them. She likely never would, but all the same, she still had to deal with them. Convincing the bastards to listen to reason was like expecting a cat to listen to you.

“You okay?”

Sans’s head peeked through the door, his concern evident in both his voice and expression. That was to be expected, he’d just witnessed her stomping off to her office in frustration the moment she was done with her last meeting for the day. She still had more work, but nothing that would piss her off more. Regardless, it wasn’t a good idea to keep working in this mood.

“Something go wrong? A dumb politician making unreasonable demands?”

“No, nothing went wrong. Nothing got better either, but I’ve gotten used to that at this point.”

Sans gingerly stepped into the room, deciding that it’d be better to have the door closed for what she was going to say. He silently shut the door behind him, hoping his entering Frisk’s office wouldn’t draw any attention to what was going on.

Frisk's slammed her fist on the desk the moment the door was closed. “Those dogshit politicians are such a fucking pain to deal with. Those corrupt utter disgusting shits, trash in human skin. I cannot believe the fucking audacity these idiots have! Do they think they can publically call for our discrimination and try to pass laws to limit our fucking rights but act nicely in private? Lord I ought to beat one of them up these days.”

Sans remained silent for a moment, waiting to see if she’d continue. When she instead huffed with annoyance, he decided to speak. “…Alright. Did voicing that out help you feel better?”

“A little, though I admit, the image of hitting some corrupt politician square in the jaw is growing stronger in my head.” Frisk chuckled as she said this, her anger starting to fade.

“Can’t say I don’t feel the same sometimes.” Sans moved over to Frisk’s desk. “Oh yeah, I was supposed to tell you this once the meeting was done. Undyne’s gonna be busy for the rest of the day. Something about helping Asgore with official business, but she didn’t elaborate.”

From the sudden downcast expression on her face, Sans could tell she wasn’t particularly happy about that news.

“Say, do you happen to have any cigarettes on you?”

“Yeah… but Tori isn’t gonna be too happy if she finds out I’m giving you some.”

“Then we’ll just make sure she doesn’t find out.”

He sighed. As far as he knew, cigarettes were bad for humans. He didn’t understand why they’d use them in the first place given their long-term detriments, but humans didn’t seem to care. Come to think of it, there was a lot of stuff that applied to. A lot of humans just couldn’t care enough about whether the stuff they used was harmful in the long term as long as it felt or tasted good.

As for Sans, well, skeletons didn’t have lungs.

He opened his palm and a single box of cigarettes appeared out of thin air and fell into it. The box showed signs of use and a bunch of cigarettes were missing. Frisk supposed Sans had been smoking recently, but he’d told her recently that he was trying to kick the habit.

She probably should too, but it really did help her relax.

She took out a single cigarette and the box vanished from Sans’s hand, a lighter reappearing in its place. He carefully lit her cigarette for her before returning the lighter to his inventory.

“Thank you.” She took a puff of the cigarette, letting out a breath of relief. “That helps… a lot.”

“No problem.” Sans said nothing as the smoke wafted through the room. With a snap of his fingers, the windows flew open. It’d probably raise some eyebrows if Frisk’s office started to smell of cigarettes and Sans didn’t want to deal with being reprimanded by the Queen again.

Frisk paid no mind to this. She was too consumed with her thoughts, finally snapping herself out of her trance with a sigh. Undyne being around helped her a lot, especially in the emotional support department. Undyne was a great bestie. Without her here it’d take longer for her to fully calm down. Sans was usually off on other small jobs or acting as the Royal Judge in meetings, so he wasn’t usually there while she was working. But, then again…

“Sans, are you going to be busy today? Any meetings or extra jobs?”

Sans glanced at her, a knowing look on his face. He looked at his wrist, though Frisk knew full well Sans wasn’t wearing a watch. “Huh, it seems like my schedule for today is clear. Paps is busy and I have nothing to do, so I guess today’s gonna be a tad boring.”

Frisk smiled at his response. “Why not just stick with me then?”

The offer to take on more work wouldn‘t even be tempting usually and Sans would immediately shoot it down as hard as he could. Spending more time with his favorite human, however?

His grin widened. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Drawing Prompt

draw Ambassador Frisk smoking.

[lunalikestowriteanddraw]

Why is it that fictional crushes are either in the “yeah, I get it” category or the “what the actual fuck is wrong with you” category? And there’s basically no in-between either, like what the fuck is wrong with us.

[merlinmarvelandother-oneshots]

Hihi! I saw you had some request open and I wish to put one in!

In this one, can I request undertale bros, underfell bros, and horrortale bros?

They are with reader, who is there girlfriend/boyfriend and they go to a restaurant. Reader will tell the waitress to hold somthing from their dish. Like tomato's since they are allergic.

How will the boys act if they dident do that and they still served reader with the tomatoe or what every you chose for them to be allergic to.

If this goes aginst you're rules, I am sorry!

I hope you stay safe IRL!

i'm sorry i just wrote for the Sanses anon, i'm just trying to get anything written

-not proofread

Undertale, Underfell, and Horrortale Sanses when reader receives food they’re allergic to

UT!Sans

He's polite about it. he won't be rude to someone over what seems to be an honest mistake.

he doesn't notice what's wrong at first, so he doesn't call it out when the waiter first gives the food to you.

it's not until he notices you eating around certain parts, or not eating entirely that he asks you what's wrong.

when you tell him that you received [x] food, it goes one of two ways.

either the waiter is diligent, and is back to check on everything about ten minutes later, Sans tells them what's wrong, and the waiter, apologetic, takes back the messed up dish and brings another one out correctly.

or, the waiter is rude. they don't come back to check on your table, and he has to flag them down next time they pass.

"I'm sorry, I believe they ordered this without [x]. could we get this taken back?"

they don't verbally respond, but take the food back, and bring you back the correct dish.

UF!Sans

unlike UT, my boy noticed immediately, as he always looks over both yours and his meals because he looks for ANY chance to complain.

before your waiter leaves, he says bluntly, "they ordered this without [x]."

he WILL get into a full on argument, no matter whether or not the waiter was nice about it.

if they're nice, they give in, and you also get a free dessert!

however, if they're rude, it escalates and their manager is called, resulting in Sans getting banned from the restaurant for the scene he caused. sorry :/

HT!Sans

he doesn't necessarily understand allergies, i think. both from the fact that, where he comes from, you eat what you can get, and that his head injury sooooorta messes up his ability to comprehend it, almost.

although he does notice immediately, because you aren't eating, and he's worried.

it takes a good deal of explaining before he really gets why you can't eat it.

at first, he goes to get up and go straight to the kitchen, your plate in hand, to fix it. you have to get up and drag him by the wrist back to his seat to explain that it simply isn't acceptable.

so, he waits until the next time your waiter passes by. he acts like it was personal, and he goes into argument mode. unless they're nice, and the issue is immediately resolved.

or, they're rude, and let it escalate. it's certainly not nearly as much of a scene as UF's. though the manager is still called, and they resolve the issue.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Hii! About that post asking about the skellies and their human S/O's not living as long as they will. What if there was something like 'soul binding' where they could share a direct, deeper connection with their S/O's and somehow boost their lifetime or link it to the skellie's one. How many of them would actually go through with this and seek this connection with their partners and how many would prefer their partners age at a normal human time and essentially live a normal human life where they don't outlive all their human friends/family??

Would they propose the idea to their S/O? Or would they choose for them? And if their S/O declines, How would they deal with it?

Btw I love your writing and look forward to them every time I open Tumblr, I'm very happy your blog exists ♡

Undertale Sans - He could never do it without his S/O's consent. Of course, it would be nice and stress him a lot less as Sans tends to worry about that as their relationship grows stronger and longer, but a hell lot of things can happen in 400 years and he's scared even if you say yes now, you might regret it in a few years or when you realize how much difference you have with the people of your family. Sans won't propose it before very late after you two are married and settled, maybe after having kids and all of them being old enough to leave the house. He will totally respect S/O's decision if they don't want to, he doesn't want this to be a burden.

Undertale Papyrus - Even if a selfish part of him wants to keep his S/O forever with him, Papyrus will act depending on how close you are to your family. If you're not, he will ask pretty early in the relationship. If you're very close, he will probably never find the strength to ask because he can't make you watch all your family die. He doesn't mind if his S/O says no, it's entirely their choice and he understands very well why they don't want to.

Underswap Sans - He would probably choose for them and never tell them why. Blue is lost without his partner and it's purely a selfish act. When he realizes they're aging and that he might lose them someday, he might panic and do it without thinking of the consequences. He will feel guilty as time passes and you have to see your family, including your children, die before yourself. Blue will probably regret the decision and abandon you, thinking you would be better without him.

Underswap Papyrus - Unfortunately, Honey doesn't control this. Because of his hyperempathy, the link is created by itself. Honey shares an extreme close connection with his S/O and it's so deep he can actually feel what you feel. That's his little superpower. He warns you about this when you start to get close, as he doesn't want to force it on you. But he can't control it, so he leaves you the choice to leave or stay. Honey doesn't want you to regret it, so he will insist you think about it for months because once he does it, it will be too late. And since he can't tell you when it will happen, he can't even give you a deadline.

Underfell Sans - He definitely thinks about doing it without your consent, but in the end he doesn't even ask. He saw a lot of people he cared about die Underground, he could never force his S/O to live through the same thing. Even though he's really not fine with the idea of losing his S/O, he knows he will be better eventually. All of this is not about him. He will just make the best of those years with you.

Underfell Papyrus - He's going to ask, but he doesn't mind if you say no. Edge is used to death and doesn't see it necessarily like a bad thing. He understands if you don't want to go with it, even though he would love to have you with him a little longer. He doesn't believe entirely in soul binding either, as if you ever want to leave him for no reason, it's just a forced leash that poisons your life. He doesn't want to force you to live longer even if you don't get along at some point.

Horrortale Sans - Oak doesn't ask because he plans to go with his S/O. He lived long and he's tired. He doesn't want to keep going for 200 more years. He could never force his S/O to watch their family disappear after what he went through, it would be pretty cruel. Oak doesn't mind leaving with them. He's pretty at peace with the idea.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's still young, but his body is the body of an old person. Like Oak, Willow could never force his S/O to endure a lifetime of pain, even more so since he is very aware it will be worse as he ages. He doesn't ask his S/O and keeps it a secret. He doesn't want to be a burden his S/O will have to take care of for centuries. He can take care of himself. He prefers to enjoy the moment and let it go when it ends.

Swapfell Sans - Nox is deeply attached to his S/O, but he could never force their hand on this. He will ask because it's a common question among monster kind, but if they say no, he won't insist, even if he might be a little down for some time after that. He struggles a lot with the thought his S/O might be gone someday, but who is he to decide to keep them selfishly for himself? He wants what's best for his partner. He will be very happy if they accept though, even if the guilt might rise as years passed.

Swapfell Papyrus - He will do it out of selfishness probably around the time he realizes you're getting older and during a panic attack. But then he would regret it a lot and tell you everything because it doesn't feel right to not tell you the truth. He messed up big and he understands if you're mad at him and don't want to see him again, but he prefers that instead of you wondering your whole life why everyone around you gets older and not you.

Fellswap Gold Sans - The problem is that in his world, soul binding is a thing you do naturally after the wedding, so Wine did it not even thinking of the consequences. It's just a normal thing monsters do as Lifespan Underground was... not the best. So at least when you're sick, you can use your partner's force to survive. That's literally the reason Wine forced it, so you can rely on his soul if you get sick or hurt. He never thought one second it would mean watching your family get older and die honestly. Actually, he realizes only when it's start happening as you grow more and more distressed. He half tells you the truth by saying it's because you got exposed for too long to monsters and that's a thing that happened. He's too ashamed to tell you it's all his fault.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Same as his brother. Coffee was taught his entire life that's just a thing you do, so he did it. Even if there are consequences for you, Coffee prefers to pretend they don't exist. He's very attached to his S/O, and terrified of losing them, so even if given the choice, he would probably have made the same choice. He still feels guilty as you grow older, but, eh, you still have him, right?

[pantamonte]

Okay if i drop underfell yellow ship art of any kind can u guys promise not to take it as like canon to the au and solely for fun (unless stated otherwise to be canon) bc i love drawing shipping for fun but i dont necessarily consider it the objective canon

[utdrmv-confession-box]

Transcript: Theirs two types of aus, sans aus where sans is the mainfocus/ main character (dusttale, error, killer sans) and aus where the universe itself is actually changed (dreamtale(not the one with the twins) underswap underfell)) and I feel like saying your a fan of aus doesn't necessarily mean your a sans au fan. I do like aus but I like seeing explorations of every character in UT not just sans and if you get annoyed with people being happy to finally find aus that focus on other characters than just sans than I think it's a little silly of a thing to be annoyed about? Their are twice as many sans aus as their are actual aus so you can literally just ignore the people who are happy to see more aus where characters are not completely ooc and other ones than him get the spotlight.

We need to bring back the term sans oc/ sansona i feel like that would fix alot of the problems with people who only want to interact with sans aus and people who want to see stuff that isn't entirely focused on him.

[saltedpeppermintmocha]

MONSTERS DON’T DO BACKGROUND CHECKS - 3/?

-UFSans x Reader

Chapter One(Tumblr)

Chapter One (Ao3)

Summary: Moving across the country and starting your life anew on the basis of a rumour may not be the smartest thing you’ve ever done…but, well, you’re here.

If only you could stop running into that asshole skeleton, life would be pretty good.

Tags: underfell au, bara Sans, afab reader, enemies to lovers, fluff, eventual romance, eventual smut, slow burn, swearing, alcohol, smoking, past abuse, plot

Notes: Currently at 87k words and 12 chapters on AO3.

Chapter Three: Monsters Don’t Lose Bets

You are not at all hungover the next day; no headache, no nausea, nothing. Maybe you’re a bit dehydrated, but after last night that’s just a small consequence. It’s a relief really, considering your early shift, but also super fucking weird. What you are, however, is absolutely exhausted. So you stand at the reception desk feeling like a zombie and stare into space. 

It’s too early in the morning for any guests to arrive, so it’s just you and the janitor in the lobby. The janitor -some sort of gooey monster that makes just as much of a mess as he cleans- hasn’t exactly been receptive to your attempts to chat. You’re starting to think it's more that he doesn’t speak at all than anything else, as ever since the monster staff got the fifteen minute break, your area has been practically sparkling and if there’s ever a mess, he’s right there. 

You watch him work absently, and with nothing else interesting to focus on, your tired mind starts to relive the party. Damn. Such a weird night. A good night, for sure, filled with a lot of laughter and fun. You definitely made a few more friends, which is a great thing for your social life in Monstertown. But, there were definitely some odd moments too: walking home with Undyne, sharing your lighter with Sans on the balcony and…well, whatever the fuck happened in the kitchen. 

As the memories play in your mind, you feel like almost cringing into yourself. What the hell had you been thinking?! Many of the shitty decisions you made last night definitely wouldn’t have been made if you were sober. Okay, sure, you might have gone up to Sans and tried to mess with him a bit at work, but that is nothing near to actively antagonizing him and putting your hands on him. Not to mention drinking out of a random solo cup? Just how invincible do you think you are?! Who knows what the fuck was in there?! Sure, it turned out alright…but it easily couldn’t have. 

You swallow, mind going off in a tangent of ‘what could have happened’. As much as you want to completely trust BP and Guy, you’ve only known them for a few months, and you literally just met the other monsters at the party. You were lucky, really. Lucky that either nobody wanted to hurt you, or do anything worse.. BP’s words from earlier flicker through your brain. 

“You have no idea just how lucky you are, little buddy.”

Letting out a long sigh, rubbing your face as you try to push your circling thoughts from your brain. No. You’re definitely going a bit too far in the other direction now. Sure, you made some dumb decisions…but that doesn’t mean anyone was necessarily out to get you. You’re allowed to trust in people. You have to be a bit smarter in the future, but you don’t want to close yourself off to people. That’s not going to happen again. You came here to live , not to become a damn hermit. 

Something that Undyne said on the walk home sticks out in your mind. 

“Wait. Did you really not do a lot of research before moving here?”

You really are walking around here with blinders on, aren’t you? When you moved to Monstertown, you didn’t really do much research, other than basic etiquette and where to apply for a job. It had felt odd to you to look into any specific monsters in the area…considering everything. The only monsters you really knew beforehand were Mettaton and the monarchs, but, well, everyone knows them.

Pressing your lips together, you open up Goggles on your work computer. Chandace wont really care. You type in ‘Undyne’ and hit search. 

Wow. Her face pops up immediately, along with a Wiki page. You stare down at the computer in surprise. So, you really should have known who she was beforehand, then? Shit. Is she famous or something? You click on the wiki page. The page that comes up is not huge by any means, but the information on there is shocking. 

Undyne (birthdate unknown) is a known monster, currently serving as the Captain of the Royal Guard, under its king, Asgore. 

Well, shit. You click on the link for ‘Royal Guard’

The Royal Guard are an elite group of monsters dedicated to defending monsterkind and protecting the King and Queen. 

Your hand shakes a bit. That’s who you were walking home with?? Likely one of the strongest monsters? The damn Captain of their Royal Guard?!

…no wonder Sans seemed a bit worried to see her at the party.

According to the Royal Guard page, most of the members are still active, but only a few are ‘known’ outside of monster society. A small section below is titled ‘Notable Royal Guards’. There are only a few names there: Greater Dog, Papyrus and RG02. 

Greater Dog…?

You think of Lesser Dog at the party. The little pup who cuddled in your lap and whined for treats. There is no way…right? The same part of you that kept you from doing research beforehand screams at you not to look any further; you wouldn’t want people looking into you, right? But…well…last night proved that you maybe need just a bit more information if you want to live here unscathed. 

You click on the link, and prepare yourself for heartbreak. The page that comes up is both a relief and a concern. That’s definitely not Lesser Dog, thankfully, but the fact that you are now staring at a picture of a different dog in really buff knights armor remains confusing as hell. How does that even work?? There isn’t much of a bio for Greater Dog, it just states the name and that they are a member of the Royal Guard. 

Deciding to think a bit less of that, you go back to the previous page and click on an unknown name. 

That's…a skeleton. Huh. Well, definitely not Sans. This monster is tall like Sans, but definitely a lot thinner. He’s, uh, actually kinda terrifying looking, with the scars over his eye and scowl in every photo. It’s kinda like taking a photo of Sans into photoshop and just sharpening him 100%. Are they related? Hm. You blink. Wait…is it, uh, speciesist to assume the skeletons are related? Shit. 

This monster, Papyrus, has a much bigger bio than Greater Dog, or even Undyne really. Apparently this thin skeleton is also a…lawyer? Well, he'd certainly intimidate you in a court. Hah. He seems to be the main lawyer at all the different Monster Rights court cases, defending and advocating for monsterkind and the monarchs. Even his picture at the top right is him in court, standing straight up at the podium pointing at something out of frame. 

From there, you kind of end up on a bit of a deep dive into monster rights. You’re surprised to find out that monsters don’t legally have everything yet: the right to marry, the right to vote, the right to own land outside of Ebott, etc. You really had thought that they were much closer. Guys’ comment on monsters being unable to buy alcohol rings a bit differently now. Shit, it seems like even the smallest thing is a fight for them. 

Eventually, a guest does come up to the reception desk, so you have to exit your search. As usual, the moment one guest comes, they all do. It’s never in a nice, even fashion. So, you are busy for hours. Ugh. It does die down a little bit after noon, so you pop into Chandace's office and let her know you're going on break. The hand monster looks busy at her desk, and just waves a finger at you silently -you still haven't really figured out her motions- so you shrug and assume thats a 'go ahead. 

On your break, you take a walk through the park, hoping the fresh air will help calm your mind. As you turn the corner, your eyes immediately focus on the spot that you were humiliated for the second time with mustard. If I had a nickel for every time I embarrassed myself over a condiment I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but its weird that it happened twice. Luckily, the area is empty: no stand and no skeleton. You don’t think you’ve seen the guy or stand return to the park since. 

The memories of last night's actions come back full-force. You slow to a halt and look up at the sky. Even taking away the riskiness of your actions, they were still embarrassing as hell. Rude too. Shit. Should I apologize? Despite being an asshole, he dealt with some random human stealing his alcohol and putting their hands on him pretty well. He had plenty of opportunity and motive to hurt you, and also noticeably didn't push you off the balcony. And if the skeletons are in any way related, Sans could have friends/family/something in high places. 

Letting out a deep breath, you look back in front of you and resume walking. An apology might be taking it too far, especially considering the guy still is an asshole. But, neutrality maybe? That could be good. Hm.

You think about that a bit as you walk back towards MTT Resort. As it starts to loom above you, you find yourself slowing. It’s such a nice day, and you really don’t want to go back. Unfortunately, you do have to work to live and too soon you are at the door to the building. You take in one last breath of fresh air before grabbing the handle to go back inside. 

“Hey! Punk!” A familiar voice.

You pause, looking around. It’s Undyne. Captain of the Royal Guard , Undyne. Shit. She’s marching towards you. You immediately freeze, mind focusing on things you’d rather not: her muscles, her sharp teeth, the obvious strength she has in every movement, and the way she could easily disembowel you. All the fun stuff.  

“Uh, hi Undyne!” You smile, words maybe a bit shakier than intended. 

The monster stops in front of you, narrowing her eyes. Then, she smirks. “You looked me up, didn’t you?!” When you just nod sheepishly, she laughs loudly, hands on her hips. “You know, if I wanted to kill you, I definitely would have done it last night. Not now-”

Okay…true. That makes you calm a bit. 

“-not that anyone here could stop me-”

Great.

“-I mean, you’re just one weak little human. The fuck would you do to stop me?!”

…  

“You little shits have nothing. No magic, no claws, no muscles-” She rants, her eye a bit unfocused, as if she’s not even seeing you, but others. 

“Undyne.” You interrupt, watching as her gaze immediately locks back on you. Spooky. “That’s, uh, really not really helping right now.”

“Hah! Right.” She grins, and you get the feeling that she definitely enjoys that she’s freaked you out. “Anyways, yes, I wanted to ask you something!”

…

Oh, she’s not continuing. You prompt. “Uh, go ahead?” 

“Let’s exchange numbers.” Undyne commands, not asks. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a phone, hitting a few buttons before shoving it towards you expectantly. Pinned under that gaze and feeling incredibly like prey, you really don’t have another choice. Taking the phone from her hand, start to add your contact information.

“Undyne!” A new voice calls. Looking up, you’re surprised to find the voice coming from a smaller voice further away: a yellow lizard looking monster with glasses. 

“Aw, shit.” Undyne mutters, a weird nervous energy to her all of a sudden. She practically shoves the phone back into your hands. “Gotta go! I’ll text you. You better text back.” 

…and she’s off. As quickly as she came. You watch as she quickly makes her way over to the other monster before stopping beside. The lizard monster turns to look at you for a moment, but with the distance and those large glasses, you have no idea what expression they have. You give a small awkward wave, but the monster turns away. 

The two walk off. You watch them until they disappear around a corner and head back into the resort. You head back to the reception desk. It’s maybe half an hour later when your phone vibrates. 

New Message

[Unknown Number] Hi Punk!!!!!! 

With a small smile, you quickly add her contact in and respond. 

[You]: Hi Undyne : )

[Undyne]: It’s Undyne

[Undyne]: The fuck?!!!! How did you know????!

You chuckle, and respond. 

[You]: Lucky guess.

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2 Weeks Later

Undyne proceeds to message you at least once a day after that. It’s surprising, not just in how chatty the fish monster is, but as to how mundane the topics are. They are pretty surface level; she mostly chats about her day, asks about yours or goes on surprisingly sweet rants about her girlfriend. You had wondered at first, if her getting your number was some odd attempt to get information or something out of you. Not that you had any information that couldn’t be found online. But the idea that Undyne, Captain of the Royal Guard, just wanted to chat seemed…impossible. 

Why talk to you ? You have no idea. Certainly there must be more interesting people around her. Despite thinking about it for a long while, you can’t really come up with any reason why the Captain would want anything to do with you. Part of you wants to just ask, but the larger part doesn’t want the answer. Even if you are right, and she really is trying to get something from you…you’re not certain that you really care.

After all, you’re getting something from this too. You’re getting a type of interaction that you didn’t realize you were missing. It’s just…nice to talk to someone like this. BP isn’t one for small talk, and you realized quickly that you didn’t actually get any of the other monster’s numbers at the party. But here is someone who is just willing to chat. You wonder if, maybe, this could grow into some sort of friendship. A transactional friendship, possibly, but one nonetheless. 

Sort of friends with the Captain of the Royal Guard. Holy shit. 

It’s been about two weeks since the night of the party, and honestly, you have pretty much moved on from it. Of course, remembering your stupidity will always bring back a pang of embarrassment, but with your new lease on life to be smarter, the odd texting with Undyne, and no skeleton sightings, you really haven’t had a reason to relive the memories anymore. 

So, when you’re wandering around alone at the park on your break, and you see a familiar stand set up, you are pretty surprised. 

There he is, as massive as usual. He looks almost asleep, leaning against his hand on the stand with his eye sockets practically closed. 

…

Shit. What was your plan here again? To somehow become neutral with this monster? To try to smooth things over and not be on his bad side? Right. And how the hell did you plan to do that? Taking in a small breath, you text the only two people you think could have any input into this situation. 

[You]: Hey, Sans is back at the stand. Should I go try to smooth things over with him? 

Copy. Paste. Now just wait. 

The responses come surprisingly quick, your phone vibrating twice in your hand. 

[BP]: what? Fuck no

[Undyne]: Of course!!!! Don’t be a little bitch!!!! Be strong and forward!!!!

Well, cool, that was useless. You pocket your phone with a deep sigh. Okay, think. Do you even want to smooth things over with the guy? Eh. Maybe? It certainly would make living here easier, especially as he seems to be a regular around the area. Though, hypothetically, you probably could just try to avoid him for the foreseeable future. There’s no reason you have to interact with the skeleton. Maybe you can just…leave him alone and let things simmer down.

…no, that’s dumb. You’d be setting yourself up for a harder time for no reason. 

You look back over to the stand, startling slightly as you notice those eye lights staring straight back at you. Oh. He’s awake. His mouth ticks up into a grin, and you instantly have to fight off the urge to flip him off. This is going well already. You think sarcastically. 

You take in a deep breath to center yourself. Okay. You’re going to do this. You are going to have a good -or at least neutral- interaction with the skeleton if it kills you! Maybe it’s a good thing that he showed up today of all days. You had been planning on buying a quick lunch from the Emporium on the way back from your walk -the last of your groceries had been used for dinner last night- so you are pretty hungry. Maybe it’s finally time to try one of those locally famous ‘dogs. 

Swallowing your pride, you approach the stand.  

“back for another?” The skeleton asks, not moving from his lazy stance. 

Shit. You forgot just how much seeing this guy's skull and hearing his voice immediately puts you on edge. Ugh, this isn’t fair. 

“Can I have a ‘dog?” You ask, attempting a polite voice and even a small smile. Hah! Success! 

…

The skeleton seems fully awake now. His eyes are fully opened, giving you a surprised look that you don’t fully understand. 

“Uh…hello?” You prompt, using your best customer service voice. Don’t fail me now.

The grin returns, and he looks as if he’s figured something out. Uh oh. “arn’t ya missin’ somethin’?” He drawls. What? When you give him a confused look, he continues. “an important part of a request.”

It takes you only a moment for his words to click. Immediately you feel your back straighten. Oh, fuck you fuck you fuck you. “Please.” You say through gritted teeth. 

“sure, since ya asked so politely.” He chuckles, reaching into his cart for the food. “lemme guess, lotsa mustard?”

“Just the regular amount.” You grumble. 

He thankfully remains silent as he puts together the ‘dog. It only takes a moment, and soon he’s holding out a normal-looking hotdog with a normal amount of condiments. You can’t help but feel a bit suspicious as you take it from him. Staring at it for a moment, you take a small bite. 

Oh. Shit. Everyone was right. 

The flavour immediately hits your tongue. It’s good. Really good. Better than any hotdog has the right to be. Must be the magic. Letting out a small sound, you take another bite. 

“ya really like that ‘dog, huh?”

You look back up, catching his amused expression. Shit. Heat fills your cheeks and you flip him off, swallowing the bite in your mouth. Well, the attempt at smoothing things over is officially ruined. You’re already resorting to your own ways. “Fuck off. Who wouldn’t like a good ‘dog?!”

He hums, leaning back on the stand. Those eye lights look you up and down.“im more of a pussy guy myself.”

…uh, what?! You stare at him, feeling like an electric shock goes down your spine. The fuck?! The moment only lasts a second longer, as that intense look leaves his eyes, his grin sharpens and he points down at the sign. 

You follow his pointing finger, reading the sign. On the sign, just underneath ‘dog is… ‘cat. 

….

Hot cat.  

…

Shit. The sharp sound that forces its way out of your mouth is a surprise, and the continued sound even more so. That dumbass joke hits you probably much harder than normal due to the ridiculousness of the entire situation. With your free hand, you cover your mouth, trying to stifle the unexpected sound. 

Sans stares at you, also apparently not expecting that reaction. It takes you only a moment or so to get yourself under control, and your laughs turn into an awkward cough. You look back up at that pleased expression and for once don’t feel the urge to escalate the situation at all. In fact, now is probably a good time to leave.

“Uh, well, I gotta go back.” You mumble, starting to step away when you remember. “Oh shit. How much is it?”

“two.” 

Well, that’s reasonable enough. You reach into your purse with your free hand and grab a two. It’s only as you’re passing it into his -massive wtf- outstretched hand when something else pops into your mind. “Wait. Did you really up-charge me eight for mustard?!”

That smug look returns. He shrugs. “well, ya paid it.”

“Fuck.” You mutter, dropping the money into his hand. “I guess I did.” 

There is a moment of silence as he slides the money into something on his side of the cart. “Anyways, uh, thanks for the ‘dog.” You say. “So, yeah…bye then.” What the hell was that?!

“bye, sweetcheeks.”

You give him one last glance before walking away. The nickname surprises you. Not that he said it, but that it didn’t feel like an insult this time. This time felt...different. 

The ‘dog is half-way gone by the time you reach MTT resort. You walk in and head straight to the Emporium. Even if you’re not buying something, you plan to spend the second half of your lunch there with the cat monster. You don't have enough snark in your life, apparently. 

“Why even ask me?” BP mutters as you walk up to the counter.

“Huh?” 

He looks down at your ‘dog. Oh…

“Uh, sorry?” You smile sheepishly. “But you were right! They’re really good!”

“...did you smooth things over at least?” 

You blink. Did I? Honestly, you’re not too sure. At the very least, the end of the conversation wasn’t horrible, you think. You do feel better than before. 

“Uh, maybe.” You mutter. “But anyways, enough about that! Any other monster food you think I need to try?”

The cat monster gives a long-suffering sigh, and allows you to change the topic. 

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1 Week Later

Sans doesn’t return. 

It’s not that you think you have any sway in the skeleton's life, really, but something about the last interaction had you fully believing he’d show up more often. So when you walk into the park and see no stand day after day, you can’t help but be surprised. It gets to the point where you ask BP about it, but the cat monster only gives you an odd look and asks why you even care. You…don’t have an answer to that. 

Why do you care? Why are you looking? Why does it even matter? You’ve already done your job of trying to make things as smooth as possible with the guy. Honestly, you’re not entirely sure it can be anything more neutral with both of your personalities. The last interaction showed that. So, now you can just go about your business as normal. 

…maybe this is the universe telling you to just mind your own business and move on. 

Which, fair enough universe, you agree. So, you actively stop looking at the spot where the stand was when you walk through the park, refuse to think about the party or the damn joke or the way he said ‘sweetcheeks’ and just…move on.

Life goes by normally: you work, snark with BP and text with Undyne. The fish monster has gone back to Ebott, but continues to text you every day. It’s been almost a month now, and the topics remain surprisingly normal. You find yourself really starting to hope that she doesn’t have any underlying plans. God, you’ll feel like such an ass if she does. 

Another person you get to text now is Guy, which is exciting. The bunny monster is always such a delight. It took a while to get his number, you had to practically jump in on BP’s phone call with Guy to get it. While the cat monster was quick to get the phone back and hold it above his head, he wasn’t quick enough to cover the microphone. Once Guy knew you wanted his number, BP pretty much had no choice. 

You were smug about that little victory for most of the week.

So, yea, life is going remarkably smoothly. Which, of course, is when something has to change. 

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You’re at work, as usual. 

It’s a hot day outside, which normally doesn’t bother you -it's nearing the end of summer, so you’ll take whatever heat you get- as MTT Resort has great temperature controls. It’s probably necessary due to the different needs of the guests. So, normally, even if it’s hot as hell outside, you’re safe and cool here. But not today. Not today, when the air conditioning is down. Not when the entire building feels like it’s melting. Not when guests are almost planning a revolt, and honestly you’re right with them. 

“It feels like I’m back in Hotland!” The monster in room 402 screams at you through the phone. You grimace and hold the phone a bit further from your ear. 

“Yes, I understand.” You reply. “We’ve called someone to fix it. They will be here soon.” You look at the front door. Please be here soon!

After another few minutes of ranting and you are able to hang up. Shit, it’s times like this you wish the monsters were still too shocked to speak with you. Ugh. You take another sip of -sadly lukewarm by this point- water and wipe at the sweat on your forehead. This fucking mechanic can’t come soon enough. 

As if you summoned someone, the front door opens. You straighten up, leaning forward as you wait for whoever it is to come in. Please be the mechanic. Please be the mechanic. Please!!

…

The fuck?! In walks probably the last person you expected to see right now. You blink a few times in confusion as the large skeleton walks in through the door. 

Sans looks just as you remember him, even still wearing that damn jacket -which… how?! He looks around the lobby lazily for a moment, before his eye lights land on the reception desk. He seems to almost straighten up, heading your way. 

“The fuck have you been?” The words are out of your mouth the moment he walks up.

He grins. “what? miss me?”

“Absolutely not.” You deadpan. “I was just wanted some pussy.” The words are out of your mouth before you even get to think of them. Your eyes go wide, and your cheeks turn red… i’ll blame that one on the heat.

The skeletons' eyes also widen at your words, and he lets out a loud laugh. It surprises you, along with a few monsters milling about in the lobby area who had started to look a bit concerned. “fuckin’ hell, sweetcheeks, ya really don’ got a filter, do ya?”

“Shut up.” You grumble, rubbing at your cheeks and willing the red to go down. I really do! Just…not around assholes like you, apparently. You don’t speak your thoughts. After a moment, the laughter dies down. 

“So, uh, what are you doing here?” You ask, changing the topic. ”Not gonna lie, it’s kinda hell in here right now. The air conditioner’s down.” 

He raises an eyebrow bone. “im gonna fix it. what’s it look like?”

You blink. “Uh. You??”

“the fuck does that mean?” He frowns, tensing. You can practically see his metaphorical hackles rising. Ah. Shit. Yup. That was definitely insulting. 

“No, sorry!” You raise your hands up in a placating gesture. “I meant that you work at the hotdog stand. There doesn’t seem to be many uh…transferable skills?”

His shoulders drop. Crisis averted. “nah. that’s my side gig.”  Huh? 

“Side gig?” You ask. “So…your main job is…”

“a mechanic.” Sans shrugs. “cars, motorcycles, hvac, generators, elevators…anythin’ mechanical anyways.”

“Oh.” You reply, surprised. “That's…pretty cool.”

“Sans, you’re here. Finally.” Chandace pops her…fingers out of the door, interrupting whatever the skeleton was about to respond with. Shame, because the look on his face is something you’ve never seen before. The expression clears quickly, as he turns towards Chandace. 

“yup.” 

Chandace sighs. “Follow me.” 

The two monsters leave without another word, Sans following Chandace down the hall towards the back rooms. You stop watching as they round a corner, turning back towards the lobby. Oh. Uh… The few monsters in the lobby stare at you. You’re used to the staring, of course, but something about this feels different. 

The phone rings, you’re saviour from this weird moment. You quickly reach down and pick it up. “Thank you for calling MTT-”

“IS IT FIXED YET?!” A voice screams at you loudly through the receiver.

You look at the Caller I.D: room 402. Damnit! 

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It takes a long time before anything changes. Long enough that you answer two more calls from room 402. Long enough that the heat in the lobby becomes almost unbearable. Long enough that you say ‘fuck it’ to whatever Chandace is going to say and start figuring things out on your own. 

Not that you can do much, exactly. Your break might be coming up but you know better than to leave early with Chandace still in the backrooms. No, you have to wait here. All you can do is work with what you currently have, and what you have is a professional long-sleeved shirt and long pants. With one last look around the -quite empty- lobby, you start peeling it off, grimacing as the sweaty skin underneath is exposed to air. 

It feels a bit weird to be shirtless in the lobby, but you’re wearing a sports bra underneath -thank god for laundry day. It’s a nice sports bra, and has quite a long band at the bottom. It’s fine, practically like a cropped tank top or something. Chandace can kiss your ass if she tries to write you up for this. Next, you roll up the bottom of your pants as much as possible. 

Well…it’s something. 

The very few monsters in the lobby give you wide-eyed looks as you fix your clothes, but don’t say anything. They look away once you stare back at them. Otherwise, it’s business as normal. You still don't feel good in the heat, but it’s slightly better than before at least. 

Maybe thirty minutes later, a mechanical sound echoes through the walls in the lobby. You startle slightly, looking around. As you listen, you start to hear the whirring sound of the air conditioning blades in the vents. Oh my god, I feel like crying. Not that you feel anything right away, in a room this big it’ll take a while before the temperature actually starts changing. Hopefully the rooms will be a bit quicker for some of the guests. 

You call Room 402 and let them know the air conditioner is back up -as requested. The guest is suddenly extremely kind and soft spoken, to the point that you start to wonder if you’re calling the right room. You check the caller I.D two times before just shrugging and letting it be. 

It’s as you are hanging up the call that Chandace and Sans return. They walk in silence down the hallway, both pausing at the reception desk. You only get a second to see Sans’ surprised expression as his eyes fall on you when the hand monster speaks.

“What are you wearing ?!” She demands, fingers going down to a fist. 

Prepared for this, you respond. “I’m wearing something that I’m not gonna melt to death in.” 

“That is not dress code.”

“So write me up, but I’m sure there’s some human law that you’d be crossing.” You bluff, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “I’ll put the shirt back on once the temperature gets to a reasonable level.”

…

“You are lucky you’re good for business, human.” She mutters, turning to walk away. 

Huh?  You look at the skeleton, pointing at yourself. “I’m good for business?”

…

“...Sans?”

“uh…heh…” The skeleton shakes his head, unfocused eyes closing for a second. “what did ya say?”

The hell? You tilt your head and look at Sans. “Are you okay?” Is the heat finally getting to him? A few small red sweat beads have appeared on his skull, and his cheekbones look a little red. “Do you need water or something?”

 “im fine.” He mumbles. 

“Alright, well…thanks for fixing the air conditioning. Seriously, it was absolute hell in here.” You smile, really meaning it. The cold air feels like it's already reaching you, though that might just be a placebo. You don’t really care. It feels good. 

“right, yea. whatever.” He responds, sounding distracted. There is a long pause, where you could swear he mutters a quick ‘fuck it’ to himself, before he speaks. “when’s yer break?”

You’re a bit thrown by the sudden change in conversation. “Uh, anytime I guess, now that Chandace is back.” A pause. “Why?”

“i don’t wanna leave ya hangin’. ” He looks away, not meeting your eyes. “come by the stand.”

…You feel like you’re missing something. “Huh?”

Finally he looks at you, that grin back on his face. “lets get ya that pussy yer after.”

Pfft! You can’t help but bark out a laugh at that. A hotcat then? You have food already prepared for your break but…you can’t deny you’re unbelievably curious. “Yeah. Sure. When are you there next?” 

“i gotta drop stuff off at home first so… ” He looks at his phone. “...less than five minutes?”

You’re sure you heard that wrong. Five minutes?? That's not possible, unless maybe he has the stand already out there and waiting…but it wasn’t there yesterday. When he doesn’t correct himself, you speak. “Didn’t you just say you have to go home first?”

“yup.”

“Even if you lived in the park, that’d be practically impossible.” You frown. 

“oh yea?” He grins, leaning against the counter. “wanna bet?” …The flashback to the night of the party is very unwanted right now. 

You swallow, pushing that aside. “Hm. Bet what?”

“i’ll be there before ya get there.”

Well, shit, you’re not in the business of turning down bets you know you’ll win. “I’d take that bet.” You smirk. “But you gotta be completely set up before I get there.”

He shrugs. “sure.”

“What do I get when I win?”

“a free hot cat.”  It’s not much, but you accept it. A free lunch is still a free lunch.

“Alright, sure. What's in it for you then?”

“a drink.”

Huh? You wait for something to come after, but he just looks at you. Those intense red eye lights staring straight into yours. “You…asking me on a date Sans?” You ask, trying to keep your tone as light and joke-y as possible. 

“fuck off, of course not!” He straightens up, voice growing in volume. You're surprised as he starts to ramble. “they’ve just banned me from the bar here, and this city got no grillby’s-” 

…Okay, so…he wants you to…get him into the MTT Resort bar? You can do that. That’s not impossible. You shrug, interrupting him. “Sure, a drink it is. You’re not gonna win anyways.” 

He blinks a few times, before that relaxed grin returns to his face. “we’ll see. we startin’ the timer now?”

“Hm.” That seems unfair. “I’ll start moving once you leave the resort.”

That grin sharpens. “ya make it too easy, doll.” He steps backwards, lazily turning on his heel to walk towards the front door. “see ya soon.” 

You dutifully wait until he leaves before quickly logging out of your account on the computer. You know you’re going to win this. It’s literally impossible for him to get to any home, put away his stuff, get back to the park and fully set up a hotdog cart before you cross the street. Still, his confidence shakes you a bit. You find yourself rushing to Chandace’s door, peeking your head in and telling her that you’re going on break. You don’t even wait for a response before rushing out the door. 

The terrible habit that you’ve picked up of not looking both ways in crossing the street is actually a benefit now, as you book it across the empty pavement into the park. A few monsters give you odd looks as you speed walk through the park towards the area you know the skeleton sets up his stand. You turn the corner -

…

He’s there.

You pause, feet skidding to a stop as you stare. What the fuck?! The skeleton is already looking your way, prepared for your arrival. He grins, waving his fingers in the air. 

Completely bewildered, you walk up to the stand. “But…how?”

He smirks, eye lights looking you up and down. “told ya.”

“That’s not an answer…” You grumble, placing your hands down on the stand to look at him with narrowed eyes. The skeleton remains tight-lipped, just seeming amused at your weak attempt at intimidation and eventually you just give in. “Fine. You win.” You sigh, stepping back. Never let anyone say that you’re a sore loser. “So, when do you want that drink then?”

That gets a different expression. For a brief moment, he looks almost panicked, before he schools it back to regular. “not yet, doll.” He says. “i’ll let ya know.”

“Whatever, Mr. Mysterious.” You sigh, rubbing your face. Taking a moment, you look over the sign. “Well…I’m here. Can I have a ‘cat please? Oh, and do you sell cold drinks? I’m thirsty.” 

Sans looks like he’s about to say something, but stops himself. Instead, he reads off a small list of drinks he has in his cart. You pick out your favourite and watch the skeleton work. It doesn’t take long, and soon he’s passing you a drink and the ‘cat. 

Oh no. It's adorable! You stare down at the ‘cat in absolute joy. Honestly, it looks just like a hotdog, but with little ears and feet and…is that a tail? How the hell do they make these??

Sans chuckles, bringing you out of your reverie. You look up. “Shut up, it’s cute, okay?”

“sure, sweetcheeks.” He responds. 

You take a bite, surprised to find that it somehow tastes even better than the ‘dog. What? There’s an additional flavour you can’t exactly put your finger on, but it just pulls everything together. It reminds you of…home…weirdly. You’re not entirely sure how that works.

“aw, no sounds this time?”

You flip him off immediately, glaring at him as he snickers. He doesn’t say anything else, so you get to finish the bite in relative peace. “So…you’re a mechanic but you just moonlight as a hotdog stand guy?” 

“yup.”

“Why?”

He seems surprised by the question. “why else, gotta get money somehow.”

“Hm.” You hum as you take another bite, waiting until you swallow before continuing. “I would have thought that being a mechanic would be enough for the bills?”

“maybe for a human.” Sans says. “monsters don’t really have many mechanical things t’ fix.” At your confused look, he continues. “without cars, ya really only need a mechanic when somethin’ doesn’t work, right? how often does that happen?”

Oh…right. “I guess that would slow down business.” You agree. “I hope MTT Resort is paying you well for that at least. You pretty much saved the business.” 

He shrugs. “most of it will be goin’ to my bro’s school.” You straighten, ready to ask a probably too nosy question, when he continues. “why do ya work at fer the robot anyways?”

The question completely turns your focus away from what you were going to ask. Work for the robot…? Oh. Mettaton. Right. Technically, you suppose you do, though you’ve never met or even seen the guy. 

“Why else?” You smirk, repeating his words right back at him. “Gotta get money somehow.” 

Sans eyebrow bones raise, before he chuckles. “fair ‘nough.” 

It looks like he might ask another question on that topic, so you quickly interrupt. “Oh shit, right. How much for the uh…hotcat?” 

He shrugs. “one.”

“Wait, it’s less than a ‘dog?” You ask. He just shrugs again. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, you grab a one from your purse and pass it over. As he's putting it away, you come to the realization that the bet and transaction are over. That's it. You're free to turn around and spend your break elsewhere. No need to remain here with the smug skeleton. But...

I…kinda don’t want to go back. The thought is a surprise, but not wrong at all. It's your break, it's nice out -the breeze cuts through the heat well-, and somehow you are having a surprisingly good conversation with Sans. Hm. Fucking weird, but true. Maybe thats your cue to leave, though? Leave on a high note, before things sour? You look down at the 'cat in your hand and think that its probably the best move.

Still, you find your feet unable to move. Instead, you lean against the cart, already opening your mouth to ask another question. “Soooo, what job has the worst customers?”  

Sans looks surprised that you’re still here, which…fair. “the mechanic job.” He answers after a moment. 

That's surprising. “Oh yea, why?” 

“harder to tell ‘em to fuck off when they’re payin’ the bills.” 

“Makes sense.” You nod sympathetically. “Hm…I bet I have a story that can beat any of yours though.” 

“what? fuck off. no way.” The skeleton shakes his head. 

“No no, I’m serious.” You say, waving your hand in the air. “Let me say mine, and then let's see if you can beat it?”

“you’re on.”

[Next Chapter]

[popatochisssp]

which boys would be most excited to go and see an opera? I see Pyre being down, but would anyone else really enjoy this art form?

Delighted to go, this will probably be the highlight of his evening: Pyre (Underfell Papyrus), Mal (Swapfell Sans), King (Horrorfell Papyrus), Aster (Gastertale Papyrus), Piper (Ascendswap Papyrus), Bram (Descendtale Papyrus)

Could be fun, happy to go along: Papyrus (Undertale), Paps (Underswap Papyrus), Papy (Horrortale Papyrus), Ash (Undergloom Sans), Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus), Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans), Sunny (Gastertale Sans), Xanth (Ascendswap Sans)

Doesn’t really GET it… but he’ll go with you and give it a chance anyway: Sky (Underswap Sans), Rus (Swapfell Papyrus), Slate (Horrortale Sans), Merc (Horrorswap Sans), Spectr (Transcendtale Sans), Carmine (Underfell Fruition Sans), Tank (Underfell Fruition Papyrus), Vi (Swapfell Fruition Sans), Kohl (Descendtale Sans)

Eh, not really his thing, would prefer to do something else: Sans (Undertale), Jasper (Underfell Sans), Brick (Horrorfell Sans), Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus), Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus), PapAIrus (Transcendtale Papyrus), Hunter (Swapfell Fruition Papyrus)

Sans (Undertale): He’s not much for the arts, no disrespect to the artists and performers but…pearls before swine, y’know? It’s all a little wasted on him, maybe better to find something else to drag him to.

Papyrus (Undertale): Not an opera fan in particular, but he can certainly appreciate a good theatrical performance of most any kind, he’ll happily accompany you!

Sky (Underswap Sans): It’s not that he has anything against it, necessarily, but wholly sedentary activities aren’t his favorite, and he doesn’t really have a pre-existing interest in opera either. Still, he is open to trying new things, so he’ll at least go to give it a shot!

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): A great lover of story and drama, not especially familiar with the musical aspect but he’s very excited for the chance to check it out. Just…trying to play it cool and not seem like too much of a dork about how excited, exactly, he is.

Jasper (Underfell Sans): There’s basically nothing about this that appeals to him. You can make him go, but best case scenario is he falls asleep halfway through, and he’ll huff and sigh about being forced to attend for entirely too long.

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): So, so incredibly jazzed to go, he loves theater and drama and stage performances and this will probably actually make his entire week, if not month. He’ll be talking about it for ages—before and after—and you’ll definitely win some major brownie points with him for even suggesting it.

Mal (Swapfell Sans): Less excited about the opera itself than he is the optics of it, the chance to do something sophisticated and classy and be seen doing it. He’ll want to make an evening of it, dress up, have a fancy dinner, see the show—all the bells and whistles.

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): Not especially interested, but he’s pretty agreeable and open to trying most things if you’ll be there with him, so…sure, why not? He’ll probably have more fun than he thinks he will—he usually does!

Slate (Horrortale Sans): He’s not much of a fan of the arts, but…it would be an opportunity for you to dress up, and he doesn't get many of those… For that alone, he’ll agree to give it a shot.

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): Any night on the town with you sounds like a good time, so if you want to see an opera, you’ll go to an opera! It certainly seems interesting enough, he’ll look forward to it.

Ash (Undergloom Sans): Very fond of music—especially the classics—so this is more or less up his alley. Might be a struggle getting him into any kind of formal wear, if you do want to dress up for the evening, and he may unintentionally drift off during intermission or slower parts, but it is something he’ll enjoy.

Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus): Not an opera buff, but always curious to take in different kinds of human culture and this is one of them. Plus, an evening out with you sounds lovely, a nice chance to bond!

Brick (Horrorfell Sans): Just not really his scene, or his type of music, nothing about it really rings to him like it’d be a good time. He’s gonna pass on it.

King (Horrorfell Papyrus): Still a fan of theater, and of subdued yet sophisticated evenings, he’s probably the most likely to have bought the tickets himself and splurged on box seats. He’ll say it’s just for the privacy and the leg room, and it’s true, but he’s also trying to make everything go as smoothly as possible because he wants to have a good time.

Merc (Horrorswap Sans): He isn’t especially familiar with opera or theater in general, but not opposed to giving it a try. If the performance gets as emotional as some people say they do, at least it’ll be dark and no one will catch him melting over a tragic aria or something.

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus): Watching people sing isn’t really his thing. …Being around people isn’t really his thing either, so the idea of cramming into a crowded theater to see something he’s not even excited about isn’t doing much for him. Take him anywhere else, or nowhere else, but the opera’s not it for him.

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans): He likes music, he likes going out, he likes you—he sees little downside in an outing like this. …He also doesn’t see at all, but plenty of live theater has accessibility features, like audio-described performances and braille programs, so he’d still expect to have a nice time.

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus): Not much for crowds and not much for theater… He’ll probably feel a little guilty about it if it’s something you’re really into, but…he really doesn’t want to go.

Sunny (Gastertale Sans): He’s down to try just about anything once, so he’ll go and check it out even though he’s pretty clueless about the whole thing. Might need to be shushed once or twice for trying to ask you questions or make jokes while people are singing, but he’ll probably have fun.

Aster (Gastertale Papyrus): Very enthused about the whole thing, he likes music and stage performances and evenings out, so the opera checks a lot of his boxes. …Might need to be shushed once or twice for trying to tell you bits of trivia he learned about the specific opera you went to, but he’s just excited.

Spectr (Transcendtale Sans): He’s not necessarily opposed to music, but his situation being what it is, it’s difficult for him to go…anywhere, at least anywhere where it would be suspicious for him to cover up and people might get a close look at him. So…if you really want him to go, it’s gonna have to be a Phantom of the Opera type situation and you sneak in and watch from the rafters. …But he’s down if you are.

PapAIrus (Transcendtale Papyrus): As a digital ghost of sorts, it would be difficult for him to go to the opera as-is—though of course he could, get you a pair of smart-glasses and augment your reality by projecting himself into it, and an ear-piece that he could talk to you through. …But he doesn’t particularly want to. (Pretending like) His attention is on one thing for so long, and other peoples’ attention isn’t on him at all—it sounds boring, he’d rather skip it.

Xanth (Ascendswap Sans): It’s not especially his scene but he likes being around people and experiencing new things, so he’s happy to go along. Very likely to get choked up—if not from his own reaction to the performances, then from the emotional feedback of everybody around him reacting to the performances—but he doesn’t mind, so as long as you don’t mind, it’ll be a fun evening.

Piper (Ascendswap Papyrus): It’s harder to say something about the opera that he doesn’t like, because the singing, the passion, the costuming, it’s all right up his alley. He may manage to get you backstage after the show too, so if there’s anybody you’re dying to meet or get an autograph from, he’s a great guy to bring along.

Carmine (Underfell Fruition Sans): Not super into it and probably not gonna have an awesome time, but he likes to give things a fair shot before deciding he’s not about it, and opera’s one of those things. He’ll go with you once so you don’t have to go solo or find somebody else, but…maybe don’t expect an encore out of him.

Tank (Underfell Fruition Papyrus): It isn’t something he’s really encountered or engaged with before, but if you want him to be there, he will be there. He probably won’t have much to say about it, but he could end up enjoying it and would probably go again if you asked.

Vi (Swapfell Fruition Sans): He doesn’t really see the point of live performances of anything—can’t you just watch or listen to a recording? Still, he’ll go if you insist, but not especially likely to change his mind. …Which is to say, if there are any songs or plots that happen to hit deep for him, he has no plans to admit to that.

Hunter (Swapfell Fruition Papyrus): Frankly, he doesn’t have the attention span for it. Operas are long, usually in a different language, you have to sit still and be quiet the whole time you’re watching them… He could manage it, if he had to—like if he happened to be treating it like one of his jobs—but if free will is at play, his says it’s something he doesn’t wanna do and he won’t pretend otherwise.

Kohl (Descendtale Sans): He doesn’t like people, but he does like music, and a lot of operas have some psychologically interesting plots behind them. So…while he’s not especially thrilled at the idea of being out amongst the public (derogatory), an opera is something he’d be willing to tough it out for, and maybe have a nice time despite himself.

Bram (Descendtale Papyrus): Supremely excited to go to an opera! He might be a little more thrilled with a musical, but an opera sounds wonderful to him too—a great excuse to dress in his best and go out with you and see a performance on stage. (If he has anything to say about it, he’ll make at least five friends out of random strangers in the lobby, but that’s a secondary goal.)

[angelbitezzz]

I'm curious, with your underfell self insert being more aggressive and stuff, does the human world match the violence of the underground or is she just Like That? Absolutely love your art and how you write sans btw<3<3<3

Ahhh thank you! I'm glad you like how I write sans ^^

In regards to her being more aggressive, this is because she's adapted to the harshness of the underground. The idea of her initially was just that she was me but allowed to be angry, HAHA. It's not necessarily that the human world is worse or anything, just that she's had to toughen up in order to actually survive properly. It's not the greatest, But there are still way she tries to be the same kind of person that she was before she fell, such as strictly adhering to a no-kill rule and using her magic to ensure that it's possible

[ask-utmv-shipkids]

Not necessarily about the kids, but how do the parents balance out all their families? We have Errink and Drink for example, how does Ink manage them?

Each character has their own way of raising and "raising" their children.

In summary. They manage to take care of them without much complication, others help each other, and others prefer to evade responsibility and leave them forgotten.

Ink takes care of Paper Jam, Gradient, Spilled and Ekon. He also often visits Palette, Blueprint, and Bluescreen.

Dream takes care of Palette, Shine and Shade. Along with Cross takes care of Lux, Starcross and Hope.

Cross usually takes care of the three of them, but apart from that, he can pay the attention that Ink doesn't give to Moku. Together with Epic takes care of Starke.

Swap will take care of Blueprint, Splatter, and Sprinkle alongside Papyrus and Asgore. He will occasionally go to Outertale to say hello to Starway.

Outer takes care of Starway most of the time. And he takes care of Deneb together with Science Sans.

Reaper and Geno take care of Goth, Raven, Sorell, Silver, and Shino without a problem. Cassis often spends time with the five of them as well.

Fell and Classic Sans take turns taking care of Plum and Dedge, despite the latter being Dust's son.

Dust takes care of Kenza. From time to time he takes turns with Swap to take care of Sprinkle. And Horror helps him with Okse and Glasses.

Finally, Killer is in charge of raising Crescent, Angst and Merciless. Nightmare only trains them to serve as his weapons. Horror and Dust are their "uncles" and are also in charge of them when the other two are not around.

Nightmare, Error and Fresh don't care about children. Nightmare just takes advantage of them. Error tolerates them, but he would rather destroy them than take care of them. Fresh is a liar parasite.

As for Lust... We are not talking about Lust. Please keep the children away from him, as far away as possible...

Radier, Tenpatch raised themselves alones. They spent their childhood together with Nightmare until they were old enough to take care of themselves. They sometimes visit Error.

Those are the entire list for now. It is probable that in the future I will make comics about the childhood of each child, for now there are advances on my AO3 account. I'm still thinking about adding Rurik, but I don't have enough information about him. Only he was raised in Underfell by Fell Ink.

None of the children and parents belong to me, they all belong to their respective authors.

These are all my own headcanon trying to assimilate to the real canon. If there is something wrong or that any author would like to mention, feel free to correct.

Autors:

- Aftertale, Error and Fresh: @loverofpiggies

- Reapertale: @renrink

- _____tale(Ink Sans): @comyet

- Underswap: P0pc0rnPr1nce and the AU Community

- Dreamtale: @jokublog

- Undertale: Toby Fox

- Dusttale: @ask-dusttale

- Xtale: @jakei95

- Something New(Killer Sans): @rahafwabas

- Horrortale: @sour-apple-studios

- Underlust: @nsfwshamecave-pb

- Underfell: Fella

- Epictale: @yugogeer012

Other authors that are involved through Combos: @nekophy, @echoiarts, @pepper-mint, @askcomboclub, @7goodangel, @lasserbatsu, @shigxx, @kakimochi0820, @6chimeraqueen9, @lunnar-chan, @naomiisenju, @Moomy's Noodraw, @nimaruu.

I don't know if i'm missing anyone, pls tell me in comments in that case.

Sorry everyone for the tags, just tell me if you don't want to be tagged or don't want to be involved, I'll respect that.

BONUS

joking aside

[eldritch-muppetshow]

onceler askblog digital horror/arg brainstorm session, go

(tw: implied suicide ideation within the story)

(also major spoilers for an arg that doesn’t exist yet and may not happen. i’m not super concerned abt spoiling people though, because in the end i want to get this idea out there somehow even if it never fully materializes beyond these notes)

story

- have “starting point” be a fake blog planted into the onceler fandom as an “archive” of old fandom content, with particular interest in a since-deleted blog that no one can seem to find

- set up the “lost” blog with a url that makes it seem like it’s been deactivated. it’s not, but it’s password-protected so that no one can access its contents right off the bat

- have the fake fandom blog rb select posts from the “lost” blog, hiding the horror content until people unlock it by finding and entering the password

- hide hints of the password to the “lost” blog in the fandom blog’s content

- The reveal is that the onceler featured on the “lost” blog is in fact still alive (probably with some body horror-laden imagery bc you know me), still aware of everything after 10+ years and desperate for reprieve but unable to truly rest in any material sense. at this point, the setting and plotline of the blog has withered away to nothing— all that remains is the main character, driven mad after losing everything he knew + understood, being isolated for over a decade, and yet still persisting after everything around him is gone

- the players’ new goal is to find the password that will deactivate the blog. lots of dramatic irony in how the featured onceler seems to believe it will put him out of his misery, but the reader knows it will not fully “release” him in the sense of erasing him from existence— he will still live on in other people’s memories and reinterpretation of the character. leave the reader uncertain if he is truly “free”

- tie in the horror of the persistence of an idea/art; the idea that you can’t fully “kill” an idea once it’s out there, the horror of being permanently defined by/praised for art that you aren’t proud of— and the persistence of a character beyond what you wanted to set as the end of their “life” under your writing

what is this project trying to say (if it’s meant to say anything at all)?

- basically an elaborate commentary on death of the author in fandom and the persistence of ideas, through the lens of a fanon/au character as a sapient being. the loss of the setting/characters surrounding the “lost” onceler is one big metaphor for how popular au characters in fanon tend to lose the context surrounding them as people only make content for a single popular character— and in turn, they only remember that character

- (could also be commentary about how almost nobody gives a damn about the rest of the 2012 lorax movie outside the onceler, but eh)

- a pretty interesting thought exercise i’ve had is: can you name the original creator of underswap? what about the creator of underfell? or the heroic au in the villainous fandom? i’m sure there’s someone reading this who does remember, but my point is: these aus and characters persisted long after the creators’ involvement with their respective fandoms, and they’ve shifted enough from the original author’s intent that if you ask a couple fandom members “who are these characters”, i guarantee they’ll all have a slightly different answer.

- despite how the project is written, the intended message isn’t necessarily “we need to stop using characters/aus FOREVER if the creator stops being involved with them”. i consider the dark aspects of the story moreso a byproduct of its status as a digital horror story (and my own fears as an artist) rather than a deliberate condemnation of fanon persisting after the creator stops their involvement. because there are cases where the creator willingly gives their art to the community, or is otherwise fine with people continuing it in their place

- also i’m gonna have to set up a fuckton of blogs for this if i’m gonna make this a fully-immersive experience and not rely too much on the suspension of disbelief lol

[leffee]

Which version of Vinnie is your favorite? And why?

Do you knooow how hard it is to choose one? I mean, I love them all. Well, it's actually not hard to choose because most of them are occasional or outdated, but still, I have so many Vinnies running around in my head. And I know nobody asked for this, but let me give you a rundown (short version):

so there's the canon Vinnie of course, the one from the lps show

of course my human au Vinnie (with his many slightly altered versions)

anthro Vinnie, who is basically exactly like human au Vinnie but with a tail, some scales, and some other gecko qualities (i.e. cold blood, eating insects, and more)

yandere Vinnie (who is not necessarily always yandere, but I mean the really possesive and overly devoted one, I call him yandere for simplicity)

my two versions of fnaf Vinnie, who is basically Foxy (though he's not a full animal animatronic, just athropomorphic) in this au, kinda. One of them is regular Foxy, the other one is supposed to be Glamrock Foxy, but you know, it's Vinnie instead. Actually there's four versions, because he can he either be a lizard, like his usual self, or a fox, like Foxy

there's also mammal Vinnie. Well, that's kind of a stupid sounding name, but that's what I call him because the entire point of this au is that Vinnie is supposed to be a mammal. And by that I mean he's an anthropomorphic fox. So basically a human but with fox ears and a fox tail. And yes, it is entirely because I love Foxy from fnaf. They became one. And even then Vinnie can be green or red because I can't decide on one

there are also, I think 5 versions of him based on Undertale Aus. No wait, six. Those are actually one of the outdated ones, I'm not into Undertale anymore, so I don't really care about those ones now. Idk if you know any Undertale stuff so I will keep it short, the 6 Undertale universes I had in were: the regular Undertale, Swap!Vinnie based on Underswap (he's basically like Russell, this one goes by Vincent), Fell!Vinnie from Underfell, Vinnie but like Error Sans, Vinnie but like Ink Sans, and last but not least, this one doesn't have a special name, but he's like Cross Sans but my version. He's basically Sans. Kinda. Well, that probably didn't make any sense, so let's move on:

I won't gloss over those, here, I'll just give you all the shows and games I have Vinnie versions of: Miracuolus Ladybug (he's supposed to be technically Chat Noir, but I never imagined anything more for him, I just want him to have the power of distruction), of course his My Little Pony version, he's not supposed to be anyone here, just him as a pony; Attack on Titan Vinnie, Boku no Hero Academia Vinnie (which honestly doesn't mean much, I just want him to have a cool quirk xd), Danganronpa Vinnie, Haikyuu!! Vinnie, Omori Vinnie, and last but not least, Portal Vinnie. Those are most of the shows and games I have listed in my pinned post, because well, I downright insert him into anything I like

there's also genderbend Vinnie, who just looks like his sister I made up, just shorter

aaand that's everything. Okay, it's definitely not everything, but everything I can remember now. I had him for ten years, of course there's so many of him

As you can see, there's quite few of them, ahah. So now that I infodumped all of this will I actually answer the question? Yes, yes I will.

My favourite is probably the 3rd one - anthro Vinnie because, again, he's basically like human au Vinnie, but with a tail and some scales, and why would I not want a Vinnie with those?

[sweetlilbird]

if the skeletons could have a pet what animal/s would they pick?

(i'll leave it to you to decide whether the creature is within the realm of possibility for pet-ownership kjdfgkfdg)

Oooh, good question 👀

Undertale:

Sans: If it were possible, Sans would absolutely love to own a Red Panda. Despite their adorable faces and cuddly bodies, they actually don't like interaction with others, preferring solitude, which is something Sans could totally get behind.

Papyrus: Papyrus is a cat person all the way (as are most of the other Papyri). However, he specifically loves the Scottish Fold breed! He constantly fawns over their cute little ears and big eyes.

Underfell:

Red: Red actually isn't a huge pet person, he thinks they smell and he's not very good at taking care of himself, let alone another animal. Though, he does think about how funny it would be to own an African Grey bird and teach it a ton of swear words.

Edge: Probably the biggest cat guy out there! Doomfanger is a fan favorite for his pet, and while the breed of Doomfanger isn't necessarily canon...I see her as an all black Oriental Shorthair. Seriously, if Edge were a cat, that's what breed he'd be.

Underswap:

Blue: Blue loves dogs! His favorite breed is the Dalmatian, the signature dog of firehouses all around the country! He also loves Golden Retrievers.

Stretch: Stretch has an affinity for all things amphibious, especially frogs! He thinks they're so cute, and he'd love to own a bunch of Australian Green tree frogs some day.

Swapfell:

Indigo: He doesn't like pets at all; they smell, make messes that he'll have to clean because no one else will do it, and they cost a lot to care for properly. Though, he wouldn't mind having a Budgie or two, sitting on his shoulder as he works on paperwork.

Cash: Cash loves cats too, but he prefers the bigger cats! Lions, tigers (but not bears), and even bobcats! He really loves the snow leopard the most.

Fellswap:

Black: A Chihuahua. No, I will not elaborate.

Rus: Rus likes snakes, specifically Ball pythons! Their little tongues are so cute~ Rus also loves spiders of any kind!

Fellswap Gold:

Wine: He likes dogs, with a preference to the larger breeds. He's always wanted a Dobermann Pinscher, but he dislikes the practice of cropping ears and tails.

Coffee: The second biggest cat lover, right behind Edge. His favorite breeds are the Maine Coon and the Norwegian Forest cat, both majestic floofs in their own way!

Horrortale:

Bear: Bear is a big guy, so he's a little hesitant around smaller animals, but he loves all types of rodents! His favorites are Dumbo rats (those ears though!!!) and Capybaras.

Sugar: Despite being a cat guy, he can't handle the amount of hair they shed due to his allergies, but he likes the Sphynx breed! Sugar would make them little sweaters and hats to keep them warm.

Thank you for sending a question! This was a fun one to answer!

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[bubbleteasing]

How did Red come to be your favorite sans? (assuming that he is your favorite based on... *glances at your blog and ao3 page* ...✨️vibes✨️)

Huh, do I really give off that vibe? *sitting on a giant-sized plushy of Red*

Ok, uuuuuuh, despite how obsessed I am with Red, I really really like good old Sans.

I've been popping in and out of the Undertale fandom since 2015 and I have to say, I don't necessarily enjoy the way most people portray Sans (not calling anyone out, you do you!!! I'm not the fandom police) , and then the 7 million aus everyone is so familiar with today started blooming.

Since I was constantly leaving the fandom because I found it a bit toxic (I can't remember specific names or anything, but people were pushed to suicide or being doxed because of what they shipped), I never really got into any of the aus.

Until I discovered underfell (by @/underfell)

This au wasn't hard to understand like the others, it was pretty much Undertale but edgy. Everyone was the same but dressed in edgy clothes, pointy teeth, covered in scars, etc.

One thing about me is that I love edgy shit. Like, I think designs like Spawn (the comic character) go so fucking hard... Give me chains, spikes and shredded clothes and I'm yours.

But back to the point; after being drowned in all kinds of content of classic Sans, I found this underfell representation of him to be kind of... closer to how I pictured him being in Undertale. He's still funny, kind and light-hearted at times, but he's meaner than the usual representation online, which compensates a bit for all the added cuteness (I say this as if he was a market product with unnecessary additives) making him just...

Classic Sans in edgy clothes. My two only weaknesses.

So yeah. I like assholes. I like edgy shit. Put them together and you get my baby girl.

[samyy009922]

Hmm, wonder what happens if I do this?

In which you dye your hair.

Underfell, totally not requested by a friend.

(also I haven't proofread this, sue me)

“HUMAN, WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?” Edge looked at you with a sort of endearing annoyance. You did stupid shit all the time, what did he expect?

“Ok sweetheart, normally i’m on yer side… but what the actual hell is happening in here?” Red also looks confused. You may or may not be dying your hair red and you also may or may not be failing miserably. There’s red dye all over your sink, thank god you owned the place. “I’m dying my hair dipshits, what does it look like?” You looked at them incredulously.

“WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE? IT LOOKS LIKE YOU KILLED A PERSON.” Poor Edge was exacerbated, you had told them about the plan a day or so back but they seemed to not have believed you. You wanted to gauge their responses, considering you were dying your hair the same exact color as their magic… you hoped they noticed.

They probably didn’t, but oh well, too late now.

 “Do i need to help you hide a body?” Red snickers “No need to keep any skeletons in your closet.” Instead of hearing a chuckle, a bone hitting bone sound strikes your ears, rip Red. You laughed then went back to messing with your fried hair.

Y’all got into a groove of talking every so often while you screwed with your messed up hair, although both of them had a faint red dusted on their cheek bones… something had clearly been bothering both of them. You felt honored that they both felt safe enough to show ANY sort of emotion around you. 

As time went on, their blush died down and it came to you having to wash out the dye. You left the room yall had been taking in to go to the bathroom. 

Warn water washed over you, like a comforting blanket. You wished they knew, you hoped they noticed. You had been crushing on the boyos for a while, but had a strange feeling that they don't necessarily like you back. They came from a dangerous society, feelings weren't a good thing for them so you fully understand them not wanting to have romantic feelings for anyone, if that was the case.

Hair washed, you stood in front of the mirror, faint talking in the background (well as faint as it could be given how loud Edge was). Was this a bad idea? Eh well it looked good, pretty/handsome. The bright red color really went well with your skin tone and complemented your eye color splendidly. So even if the skeletons didn't care, at least it looked cool. 

“Ya think we should say som’thin? Cause you gotta admit they look hot.” That sentence caught your attention, who were they talking about? A slight tinge of jealousy pinched at your gut, but also a little bit of hope at the thought they really did notice the hair change. 

Now the other thing that caught you off guard was Edge, was he whispering? “You Really Think They Did It For Us? I, The Great And Powerful Edge, Obviously Get Special Treatment But This Is A Little Beyond What I Imagined.” He sounds… off. 

You pull out a hair dryer to make your hair look even better, definitely not to show off to them or anything…

After your hair is nice and dry, you walk out into the living room where the skeletons currently reside. 

Their eyelights shrunk.

Red pulled up his hood and sunk back into the couch, and Edge just stared, both with a little bit of faint red on their faces. 

Edge’s expression changed to one of general annoyance to one of adoration. What the hell was happening, did they notice?

“Whaaaaat? Does it look bad or something?” You did a little twirl and fluffed up your hair. Now normally you would actively tease them but now you were just super confused.

“Oh fuck you.” Red muttered, continting to pull down his hood over his face, his eyelights from what you can tell are also a weird shape. Hm, you wonder why. 

“DARLING-” WHAT? Since when did Edge call you darling????? Your heartbeat sped up significantly as he continued to speak. “-WHAT PROMPTED YOU TO DYE YOUR HAIR THIS COLOR?” He cocked a brow at you, and with a slight smile he crossed his arms. 

“Uh, it's a pretty color-” “yer lying.” Red cut you off. His soul shaped eyelights swelled up as he took off his hood and looked at you, he soon after stood and approached you.

“UH UH UH-” You panicked and looked around frantically. You did want them to notice the color change for sure, but you were expecting a small ‘ oh hey they look good’ not a ‘darling’ reaction. “Well I mean uh- I'm not lying about it being a pretty color?” You tried to curve his actuation by beating around the bush, but by this point your face was a brighter red than your hair.

“Sweetheart-” he practically purred as Edge also stood up and approached you, as Red got closer, you backed up until you were against a wall. The heat in your face was starting to get uncomfortable, but the hope and happiness you also felt was out-powering that. “-come’on, tell us ta truth. That hair looks very similar to our magic, we ain't stupid.” 

Whelp.

Now you're cornered by both the skeletones you had massive crushes on. “Stars, fine yeah maybe.” The stutter that left your mouth shocked even yourself, you almost never got shy over basic bullshit flirting like this, why is that changing now? It doesn't actually mean anything right?

“MAYBE WHAT, DARLING?” Edge had a hungry smile as he also purred out his words. “Fuck you, both of you. I hope both of you break your arms.” You said, attempting to redeem yourself. 

“HMMMM.” The taller brother hums, getting dangerously close to your face. Your lips part without you even meaning to. 

Edge, taking notice of this, gently grabs your face. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll actually kiss you.

“OH DARLING, YOU REALLY ARE BLIND.” he smiles, then pulls away. Red also backs up slightly, leaving you even more of a mess than you were before. They both look at eachother and nod, like they knew something you didn't.

 “BE READY AT 7 SHARP.” Edge smiles, and takes his leave, motioning for Red to follow. “Don't worry sweetheart, we’ll take good care of ya. You clearly don't know what you've done do you?” He smiles, flashing his golden tooth and follows Edge out of your house.

[andro-dino]

uwaaa how about some little tidbits with ezekial and luther.... like once ezekial pulls up and luther's life turns upside down how does he cope with it

OH ive been thinking about this too but how many aus do you have revolving around your ocs ??? im curious :3

SHEKEL. I AM LOOKING AT YOU WITH VERY BIG AUTISTIC EYES.

I’m going to answer the second question first bc it’s shorter I think. I actually don’t have like a ton of aus as a whole. Juno’s got the most variations though bc I’m insane about digivalen <3 For them I’ve got

- shogunswap (where juno stays part of the main gang)

- shogunswap (where Juno’s with DNA instead)

- mermaid au

And I could’ve sworn I had another one but I can’t remember it at the moment.

EDIT: I REMEMBERED!!! MANGA JUNO! Idk if that really counts as like an au au but manga compliant juno and anime compliant juno are very different so I count it. That also brings up manga Victoria as an au for her too, since anime compliant Victoria dies while Sakyo’s still young while manga Victoria’s still kicking 🫡

The other that immediately comes to mind is Ezekial and Luther au where Luther’s family is actually completely fine and normal and nothing goes wrong and everyone’s fine. That one’s uuuunrealistiiiic :]

When I was younger I was super into Undertale aus though and I had an underfell version of my main ocs at the time where they were all just edgy and mean and sad. fun times <3

OH YK I did just remember I do have mfb wakfu au from when I was rewatching wakfu. Juno was an eniripsa, Axyl’s an eliatrope, and then bc of that I have two different Wakfu Essi’s. Alone, I can definitely see her as an iop, but in wakfu lore, all eliatrope’s have a shapeshifting dragon sibling who come from the same egg as them, so that also opens the door for dragon essi (I actually have doodled eliatrope Axyl and dragon essi before I’ll have to find those when I get home.) For the other characters, feca kite and eight for sure, sacrier chao xin (I also have sacrier Chao Xin somewhere I will also be finding those later), and I never fully settled on a species for the garcias but ecaflips were the main option in my head.

Then for Ezekial and Luther. smile :)

Luther is a whole mess of emotions when Ezekial shows back up. When his goons essentially “capture” Ezekial while he’s snooping around, the bring him to Luther, who looks down on Ezekial very intensely and very coldly. Their entire first interaction there is completely cold on Luther’s end. Ezekial is ECSTATIC to finally see him again but Luther is really intent on keeping up his professional demeanor. At first, he’s willing to let Ezekial go unharmed and just leave it at that, but when Ezekial refuses to go, Luther tries to be a little bit more “convincing,” and in that moment is especially trying to emphasize (both to Ezekial and to himself) that he’s a different person that he once was and isn’t so merciful. Even then, Ezekial persists, and the more he pushes, the more Luther finds himself enraged for reasons he can’t quite understand. Luther has a reputation for usually being able to prevent his own hands from getting dirty, but he can’t help but shut Ezekial’s whole speech about how he knows that “his best friend is still in there somewhere” down with a firm kick to the gut from his own boot. This is not the last time something like this will happen, and it’s notable that Ezekial is the only person who’s ever been able to rile Luther up enough that other people see him lose his temper and put his hands on someone. It’s notable also that it’s not just rage behind Luther’s eyes, but a deep unsteadiness and what could be considered fear.

Luther from there on out decides to keep Ezekial “prisoner” basically, not necessarily because he wants him around but because he knows Ezekial can cause problems for him if left to his own devices and wants to keep an eye on him. That is how The Problems start and continue to develop into A Plot :]

There is actually one scenario I’ve thought A LOT about because it’s a really important scene for these two. Maybe the first night Ezekial is there, maybe not, but it’s still relatively early into them being reunited, Luther lets Ezekial into his room one night. Ezekial is there kind of awkwardly twiddling his thumbs while Luther showers ((((((IN A SEPERATE ROOM)))))) ((((((LUTHER HAS A BATHROOM ATTACHED TO HIS BEDROOM)))))) ((((((EZEKIAL IS AWKWARDLY SITTING AROUND IN LUTHER’S BEDROOM WHEN THIS HAPPENS))))), notably the most unsupervised Luther has left him at this point, and when Luther comes out, he still barely acknowledges Ezekial but instead walks past him onto the balcony. He leaves the door open, a silent invitation, as Ezekial follows him out and finds Luther lighting a cigarette, leaning against the railing. Ezekial stiffly copies the action and the two sit in a tense (well, tense for Ezekial at least) silence before Luther is the one to start the conversation and the two just. Talk. It’s the most vulnerable Luther has left himself in front of Ezekial and the closest thing Ezekial’s gotten to feeling like he’s connecting to the real Luther again. When this conversation is over, they’ll go back to how it was before, but it’ll stay in both of their minds, and it definitely won’t be the last of its kind despite that.

This is like, fairly old art that I don’t like anymore, but I did kinda draw out part of this scene.