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anime-grimmy-art · 4 years ago

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What do you do when there’s not much to an AU? You make up your own stuff, ofc. And as is per usual when I make Character Designs, I make up a shit ton of lore too.

The ramblings under the cut, but what I’m really interested in, is what you guys think. Do you guys have any headcanons/ideas for this AU? Let me hear them! Also, if you don’t wanna read on tumblr, here’s the Google Docs link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/151yshHxnb_--P6eMKkwkI2dee9xC_Llb/view?usp=sharing

Before I get into the characters’ roles, here’s some general facts and backstory of their town:

- Basically, it’s Undertale meets Harvest Moon / Stardew Valley. Well, kinda. I at least used that approach for coming up for the jobs for the characters. You know, how there’s always a general store, a doctor, a smithy, etc.

- The usual story of a HM game is that you come to a town that’s way past its glory days and you, as the player/farmer, help them get back to that. The “backstory” of the town is that that already kinda happened. I’ll get into it more in the character description, but basically when Asgore was still mayor, the town got really popular. Then yadda yadda, a certain tragedy happened, two kids died, and the town suddenly got very bad publicity. There was a lot of stuff going on back then, bad reputation being spread and also a lot of law stuff, cos, you know, supposed child murder ‘n all, so Asgore made the decision to shut off the town to ppl from outside. This was in the interest of most monsters living there, because as fun as it is to have a lot of people coming there, most just wanted to live a quiet life. Not everyone was happy with that though, so many moved away from town and some others are trying to get the town back on its feet. But more on that later.

On to the characters:

I’m just gonna start with the skelebros, cos it’s their fault in the first place I got so invested.

Basically, they are what the player is in hm/sdv. They just showed up one day, took over the abandoned farmhouse and began their life there. The two came to town way after it was “closed” and since then a new mayor has opened the possibility for new residents to move in. Their farm helps the economy of the town a lot and the mayor, like usually in hm games, is trying to use that to make the town more known again. The skelebros aren’t really working towards that goal however.

So, now a bit more detail on them individually.

Papyrus:

- The design is mostly based on what’s “canon” in this au.

- He works mostly on the fields and is in charge of the crops. Their fields aren’t spectacularly big, but still big enough to plant a few dozen rows of veggies.

- Paps also helps out a lot in town when he has the time. He helps Asgore with his plants, he goes fishing with Undyne, helps Toriel carry crates around and so on. This is inspired by the part-time job mechanic in HM ToT.

- Unbelievably, in this AU Pap is not an absolutely awful cook. Since he helps out at Muffet’s and Grillby’s a lot, they tend to show him some tricks to cooking. Even though Pap’s not a big fan of the greasy or overly sweet cooking those two do, he picks up a lot.

Sans:

- Again, design mostly based on the “canon” look. Maybe a bit more baggy.

- This is finally an AU this dude gets to rest. Since there are no resets and he doesn’t have to see his bro die again and again, for once in his life, he’s not a sad ball of depression. He’s just a chill and lazy dude that loves to make puns. Though, since he’s not too experienced with the feelings of loss, helplessness or grieving, he still tends to hide behind puns and fakes smiles if he does feel bad.

- Sans is in charge of the animals on the farm. Papyrus begrudgingly gave him that role since Pap’s loud demeanour and hectic movements usually scare the animals. Sans’ relaxed attitude draws the animals to him naturally and even if Pap mostly finds him sleep against a tree, in a stack of hay or on one of the sheep, the animals are always fed, healthy and relaxed, so Sans seems to be doing his job.

- Sans always has a small chic sit inside his hoodie or hat. Is it always the same one? Who knows, maybe.

- Sans also, somehow, can produce eggs out of thin air. Grab into his hoodie pocket, in his pants pocket, in his hat, in his slipper, there’s suddenly always an egg there. On good days he can even make butter or cheese appear.

Gaster:

- He’s literally just a scarecrow in this. Though, if you ask any of the bros why they designed their scarecrow that way, they won’t have an answer.

Frisk&Toriel:

- Frisk is mostly based on what I wore myself as a kid in summer. Just a loose shirt with a cappy. Toriel basically has her ut gown, just with an apron on top.

- Frisk just appeared outside the “magical” forest one day. Napstablook and his cousin found them and brought them to Toriel, who has been taking care of them since.

- Toriel runs the general store in town, but also often takes care of the few kids that still live there.

- Frisk usually helps out in Toriels store, plays with the other kids or sits around at Asgore’s. They’re notorious for nabbing small snacks, mostly from Asgore’s plants. You’ll always find them munching on something.

- Frisk was in town before the skelebros. Since they’d moved in, Frisk often went to spy on their farm. After a small incident with angry chicken, Frisk got to know the two better and now they see them as something between brothers and uncles.

- But Frisk honestly gets along with everyone. Just like in UT, they’ve not only been adopted by Toriel but literally everyone.

- Toriel and Asgore’s relationship is not as bad as in the main game, since, you know, Asgore didn’t kill literal children, but there’s still tension between them. Back when Asriel and Chara died and the whole thing with the bad rep for the town began, Toriel felt betrayed by Asgore focusing more on the town than giving their deceased kids the grieving they deserved. They’re not divorced, but Toriel still moved out and said needed space to think. Now that Frisk is in the picture though, the both of them are slowly coming to even ground and may even be able to talk things out and clear up the uncertainty of their decisions.

Asgore:

-Asgore has his UT Ending / Deltarune clothes, just with a gardener’s belt.

- He’s the previous mayor of the town, but after all the crap that happened, he stepped down from the position. Now he has his own little shop and sells seeds, saplings, homegrown veggies and fertilizer. So, basically what e.g. the Marimba Farm is in HM AP

- His main customer is Papyrus and they’re on friendly terms. Asgore is worried about how much and how hard Pap works, so he often gives him a discount.

- Since his family’s past tragedy, Asgore is kind of nervous around kids. So, when he first met Frisk, he hoped they’d not visit him too often. But to his chagrin, Frisk took an instant liking to him and spends a lot of time at his shop (and steals eats the fresh grown veggies). Now, he’s really grateful for that, because for one, he loves Frisk as dearly as he had his own children, and also because now the tension and mistrust between him and Toriel seem to grow smaller day by day.

Undyne&Alphys:

- I gave Undyne a pretty basic fisher’s outfit. Alphys basically has Elli from HM’s outfit, just a bit more doctory stuff added. She still has her canon lab coat too.

- In essence, Undyne and Alphys have 2 completely different jobs. Alphys is the resident doctor and Undyne runs the fish market.

Two things. Yes, I know Alphys is more a mechanic than a doctor, she fits the aesthetic though, so she’s the doc now. And no, Undyne being a fisherwoman is not cannibalism, think of it more as a shark hunting smaller fish.

- The reason I lump them together is because they act as the local “smithy”. Alphys is still really tech savvy in this (I mean, Mettaton is still part of this AU), so she takes on most problems with electronics and stuff. For Undyne, I didn’t want to lose her Royal Guard’s Captain image, so she’s really good at handling tools (and weapons, but Al doesn’t let her make them anymore). So basically, if there’s a broken tool, you can be sure that either Undyne or Alphys can fix it.

- As for relationships, those two are still an item. Alphys is still really shy and a shut-off, but since Undyne and Pap become best friends, she gets to know the skelebros better. She and Sans especially get along well, since most of the time Undyne and Papyrus are let loose, they sit back and talk about science-y stuff. (no, Sans doesn’t have a background in science but he’s still into sci-fi)

- Alphys has a bit of a strained relationship with both Asgore and Mettaton.

Back when Chara and Asriel died, it was because of “illness” (maybe poisoning?). Alphys feels awful because with her back then limited knowledge on medicine she couldn’t help the two. Asgore doesn’t hold anything against her but Alphys can’t help but feel guilty.

Alphys still built Mettaton’s body in this one. The two had a really big disagreement, because Mettaton hated the fact the town was going to close, and he couldn’t understand how Alphys could feel otherwise, even more so endorse the idea.

Mettaton, Napstablook, Mad Dummy/Mew Mew:

- Napsta and Dummy are pretty self-explanatory, they got straw hats. Mettaton’s outfit is a bit of a joke cos it’s a play on “work at the top and party at the bottom”. The tie has two different sides, one with the yellow red pattern, the other completely red. His “top part” is the business part, because when he’s on tv or in the mayors’ office, you don’t usually see his feet. The bottom is his party/dance part, cos his dancing/entertainment channels mostly feature his legs.

- Mettaton, still a robot, Napstablook and Mad Dummy are all still cousins in this AU.

- Originally, they all lived and worked at the Blook Farm, the Animal Farm of this AU. Mettaton, however, despised that simple live and after befriending Alphys and her building him a body, he left the Farm to pursue bigger things.

- Mettaton runs the local tv network. From weather to game shows, he does it all. He also runs the tailor shop in town that sells his designer clothes and merchandise. After Asgore stepped down, Mettaton also took over the role of town’s mayor and now works towards making the place more known again. Not everybody is happy with him doing that though.

- One of those people is the Mad Dummy. He can’t stand people anyways and he always claims that history would just repeat itself.

- Since the whole family is made of ghosts, they have different dummies and scarecrows they can use to take care of the animals. To mock Mettaton and kinda get back at Alphys for giving MTT such an opportunity, Mad Dummy found the blueprints for the Mew Mew robot and now modelled one of their scarecrows after it.

- Napstablook isn’t fond of taking over obejcts like his cousins do, so he mostly takes care of the snails. Somehow, he can interact with them even when incorporeal.

Muffet&Grillby:

- The two of them run the Inn together. Muffet cooks in the daytime and makes desserts, Grillby manages the bar in the evening.

- The two still can’t really stand each other but working together like this benefits them both because their rivalry just spurs them on more.

- Even though Grillby is a patient person, somehow Muffet is the only person who riles him up enough to retaliate. (Well, maybe except for Sans, he’s a strong second).

So, basically everything between those two is a challenge in some way. Even if Papyrus doesn’t notice, even his cooking lessons are a challenge for them.

- Even though they’re constantly bickering, after working together for so many years, there’s a strange level of respect and trust between them. Even if back when they first started this business, they’d pour salt into an already open wound, nowadays they’d know better and just take a step back from the other or even comfort the other (on very rare occasions only).

Asriel&Chara:

- They be dead. Kinda.

Some Characters that’d live in that town too but that I haven’t made designs for:

- Gerson is the original smithy of the town. He’d grown up in a family of smiths, but he’d always had an appreciation for the sea. That’s why, when the town became more deserted and Undyne had a good enough skill level as smith, he took up the Captains hat and now mostly spends his days out on sea. He also ferries people to places if they need him to. Oh, and just like in canon, Undyne learned most of her skills from him.

- Burgerpants is a poor dude Mettaton basically kidnapped when he was trying to get fame in the city. Now Burgerpants works wherever MTT needs him to, be that as cameraman for the tv shows, cashier in his tailor shop or his slave secretary in the mayor’s office.

- MK is Frisk’s best kid friend. MK’s parents are in charge of shipping the goods out of town and paying the individual people. MK’s the one that usually collects the goods at the end of the day.

- Other than that, there are only a few people in town. I’d imagine the older folks or the really young families stayed in town after it was closed. I think the librarby dude would still run the library. Some Snowdin residents like the stone family or the dogs also might still live there.

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bonetrousled · 2 years ago

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mayhem undertale au opinion zone

anyway IGNORING all of the aus that are like. this is just sans under 5 layers of au and he’s god and thin and sexy and everyone loves him and his slender fragile frame . bc there’s no aus of those where it’s papyrus being cool and getting all of the attention (w/out either a. sans being present and being cooler and getting more fan attention than him or b. him just being turned into Longer Sans). NONE . anyway

when there’s an au that makes papyrus cool and scary and or powerful and people (the creator or the audience) woobifies him it makes me SO fucking angry. like horrortale 4 example VERY COOL. very frightening papyrus very threatening papyrus etc. guys in a very scary and stressful situation. if he recovers from it it will NOT be peaceful and quiet . YET all of the post ht designs i see for him give him like. frilly little sweaters and big glasses and braces and heslike ^-^ waheehee im gentle now LIKE.... u can have a character recover from trauma without turning him into a Softboy . idk if this is just my Came Out Of Trauma Angrier talking but it just . INFURIATES ME

AND ANOTHER THING. CLENCHING MY FISTS ok. does canon papyrus think everyone can be a good person? yes! however. hes not a dumbass and like. isnt gonna be like “ohhh well i forgive u teehee ^-^ bc you just aren’t a good person yet but we can get there!” papyrus can get ANGRY . like is that a thing ppl forgot abt? like yes hes very welcoming and wants to help others but like. he can still DO THAT while being pissed. i cant stand disbelief type aus where hes like “why..... would you do this to me... but i still have a shred of hope etc etc” HE WOULD KICK YOUR ASS. he would beat the FUCK out of you.

ESPECIALLY considering like. papyrus views himself as very very important to sans’s wellbeing. he doesnt think his brother is Pathetic by any means but he knows that he’s pretty much harmless. he doesn’t do anything to make anyone genuinely upset, everyone loves him, he gets his shit done (eventually) . and genuinely i think if u killed his brother he wouldn’t even have a cool speech or anything he would just start rending u to smithereens. bc harming someone who has ONE attack and ONE health w the INTENT to hurt is just so. UNFATHOMABLE

AND!!!! DEAR GOD AND. i already am not the biggest fan of classic underswap it makes me angry. but i cant STAND the fanbase sexyman “sans but conventionally attractive” swap papyrus i am SORRY. ok i cant stand him. and i am well aware i am throwing bricks through a glass house but like. when someone makes an au papyrus (or fuckin. anyone really) that’s so far removed from any semblance of vision to the original character. JUST MAKE YOUR OWN GUY!!! it’s ok to have a skeleton!!!! u don’t have to call him papyrus! bc i see all these animeheaded malnourished utau characters like “oh this is my sans” THATS NOT SANS. the man is 26 years old and smells like tomato paste thats NOT sans

this went on for a lot longer than i thought anyway. i need to revamp godpyrus bc i deserve to have an AU That’s Just Papyrus And He’s Cool and All Powerful bc everything is right when i do it god bless. if u read all of this i love you

#txt #LONG. long ass post i am so sorry #this doesn;t nmake any sense probably but i have so many feelings

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mtt-metal-crusher · 3 years ago

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21,25 and 31!

21. Are they interested in having children? Why or why not?

If their anatomy allowed it I'm sure they'd end up having children sooner or later! Hearing the pitter patter of little skeleton feet around the place is just too adorable of a concept to pass up. Plus, even if their anatomy didn't allow it, I can imagine them going down the adoption route instead. Mettaton loves humankind and everything to do with them, so he'd probably love the idea of having a little human to look after.

Perhaps this would be some years down the line, however, the busy life of a celebrity doesn't allow much time for raising children-- but once they're settled more into calmer life (if that is even possible with them) I'm sure it would be an option!!

25. Are they sentimental about gifts they've recieved from each other?

I can imagine them being sentimental about the gifts they gave one another at the start of their relationship. Most precious of all is an autographed photo of Mettaton given to the Papyrus on their first meeting, signed "To my biggest fan, thank you for supporting me as my dreams come true". Who knew they'd end up so close afterwards!

31. What's a perfect date for them?

If you asked them personally, they'd say something extravagant; night out at a fancy restaurant, a trip to Venice, a VIP pass into one of the most exclusive clubs in LA-- but in reality it's nothing like that. Deep down, the dates that they enjoy the most are the understated ones, the ones where they simply enjoy the other's presence, acting silly, playing games, taking a walk and staying up watching scary movies, pretending they're not scared to make the other feel better. When life is one big rollercoaster of fame and fortune, sometimes it's nice to sit back and enjoy the quiet.

#papyton #thankie for the askiieee

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carelesscreativity · 4 years ago

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HorrorDust Softness & Comfort for Z.eph: Commission for Ko-Fi

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(SFW, Fluff, Angst)

Horror was startled awake by the first small tearing noise. He'd already reached out before he'd fully opened his eyes in order to pry Dust's sharp fingers from the mattress. His eyes opened fully and once he got used to a dark room lit only with some candles, he could see that Dust's fingers were knuckle deep into the bed beneath them. He slipped his own hand under Dust's and began to gently tug them out, knowing any sudden movement could shock Dust awake and make him attack.

Horror settled back down on his side to face Dust. He could barely see him with the way his hood kept the light of the candles from flickering across his bones. Horror was never really a fan of Dust sleeping with his hood on in the first place. He blinked, trying to recall why Dust did that. He'd told him once. What was it??

Right. It made him feel safe. Less vulnerable and exposed to attack. Horror couldn't think of anyone in their right mind that would attack Dust. Well, probably Killer, but he was just a fucking idiot. Probably the Star Sanses too. Horror scoffed softly as he thought about it. He stared at Dust quietly. The other was laying on his side too. He wasn't even under the blankets. Dust hadn't been in the room when Horror had fallen asleep, but he was so used to the other sneaking in to sleep next to him that he didn't mind it anymore. It wasn't like he could stop Dust anyway. He also knew Dust only really snuck in when he was having a bad night. That's why he was worried.

He reached out and lightly pushed Dust's hood back a little so he could see his face. The moment he did, his soul sunk a little. Dust was grimacing in his sleep, tears running down his face. He kept mouthing something over and over and Horror could already tell that it was some form of apology. He hated that. His own brow furrowed and he frowned quietly, his hand still outstretched. He traced his hand over Dust's cheek. The other was shaking as well, Horror noticed. He slowly sat up, shifting the bed as little as possible. He began to shuffle in the blankets, making sure a good amount of them were placed over Dust. Once he was satisfied, he slowly shimmied himself back down into his laying position.

Dust's face was still twisted in pain and he let out his first, muted sob, his bony body giving a tiny shake. Horror reached out once again, slipping his hands into either side of Dust's hood and cupping his cheeks. Horror furrowed his brow and squeezed his eyes shut, his starved magic slowly rising and sparking weakly along his arms. His hands lit up through inconsistent glowing on his palms and he began to try sending soothing pulses through Dust.

He had to focus hard and even then, his magic stuttered a little. Dust inhaled shakily in his sleep. He let out a whimper and Horror was dismayed, wanting to make him feel better. He was trying so hard. His jaws parted a little as he began to pull in air, finding it harder to breathe the longer he went. He just wanted to help. He twitched, screwing his eyes shut. He was panting and shaking now. "S-Stop." Horror jumped and yanked his hands back, eyes wide.

Dust's feverishly glowing eyes were half-open and barely fixed on him. "You're gonna hurt yourself... Don't... Not for me." Horror stared at him before furrowing his brow. He mumbled that he wanted to. Dust blinked tearfully at him before shaking his head. "No, no, please. I'm not worth it, please." Horror gave him a firm look and Dust shut up, inhaling shakily.

"I-I couldn't... Horror... They were just gonna keep dying... nothing would've changed... Horror, it was just gonna keep going and going and GOING..." Dust's voice was strained as he tried to desperately explain himself to someone who understood all too well. Horror reached out and gently ghosted clawed fingers over Dust's cheek again, making him whimper. His magic was heard crackling in his tears. "It was just going to keep GOING..."

"Ya did what you thought was right... it's all fine..." Horror told him quietly. "Ain't no use dwelling on the past if it's painful for you..." He paused for a moment to pull together his next few words, keeping his mouth open as he furrowed his brow once again. "It just..." What was he trying to say? Right. "It just ain't no good for anyone to be thinkin' like that... especially you..."

Dust stared at him shakily before giving a twitch and a spastic nod. His stained hand crept across the bed, but he stopped himself. Horror blinked and his eyes trailed down to it before they trailed back up to Dust's face. "Whatcha want? Gotta ask for it or I won't know..." He prompted quietly. Dust gave another weak twitch and stared at him dejectedly. He even started glaring a little, but Horror was unmoving in his decision. "Gotta tell me." He said again. Dust's cheeks faintly lit up purple under his tears and he moved his glowing eyes to the side, unable to even look at Horror. "Dust... c'mon..."

Dust finally seemed to break a little and he furrowed his brow, his crazed, glowing eyes slowly moving back over to Horror. He shook and his voice was choked up, more tears beginning to well in the corners of his eye sockets. "H-Hold me against you." Horror, having to fight the urge to immediately do what he asked, only raised a brow at him in response, quietly prompting him once more. Dust let out a weak, trembling noise of frustration. "Horror..." The broken skeleton only hummed in response and, in utter humiliation, Dust ducked his head. "Horror, PLEASE hold me."

He was shaking so bad, the whispers in his head only getting worse and worse. He screwed his eyes shut for a moment so he couldn't see that ghostly Papyrus peeking up from behind where Horror was laying. Though he could see the head over the other's shoulder, Dust swore that he could feel the ghostly, gloved fingers digging into his shoulders from behind. He opened his eyes just in time for Horror to reach out and snag a bit of his hoodie.

Dust yelped as Horror suddenly tugged him over, having forgotten how deceptively strong the starved skeleton was. He looked up at him with wide eyes for a moment and Horror blinked. "What? Surprise ya?" Dust stared at him for a moment, unsure and tense, before calming down as he saw the faintest hint of a teasing smile tugging at the side of Horror's mouth. The sight of it almost prompted a smile from Dust.

The slightly larger skeleton had his arms wrapped around Dust. Dust twitched and turned, burying his face against Horror's sleeve as he shook, continuing to try and hide from the violent whispers. When they were bad, he would hear other voices besides Papyrus. He would hear the shopkeeper and Undyne. Asgore and Toriel. Snowdrake and Gyfttrot. The list just kept growing longer and louder.

Another whimper tore itself from his throat and he shook as he felt the voices turn scorning and angry. He could still feel the dust slipping through his fingers, his glowing eyes focusing on his hands, which had once been pearly-white and were now an ugly, grey, ashy color. Forever stained and reminded. As he was staring, another hand crept up.

It was stained too, but it had faint blotches of red. Horror intertwined their fingers, both of them having a bit of a struggle in order to do so. They finally settled down and Horror was felt shifting. The press of his teeth was to Dust's forehead. He stayed there for a moment before sighing and pulling back. Both of their faces were slightly flushed in their respective colors. Dust hated the color of determination, but for Horror, he made an expection, often finding himself admiring the crimson red glow of Horror’s single eyelight.

He was doing it now, staring up at Horror shamelessly. Horror stared back before his cheeks flushed a little more and he asked if something was wrong with his face. His gravelly voice somehow sounded meek and it sent alarm bells off in Dust’s head before he quickly assured him that nothing was wrong with his face. Horror relaxed and nodded, Dust settling back down against him. The whispers were still there, making Dust’s fingers itch and twitch.

On particularly bad days, the whispers became something else entirely. Soon, he wouldn’t be able to hear the voices of those he’d already killed. Instead, he would hear different voices. He would hear his teammates. He would hear them all screaming for him to stop and fearfully asking what he was doing. Their screams would rattle him to the bone and he could practically taste their fear on his tongue. Papyrus was right about one thing.

If Dust took action, he would have so much LV at his disposal. He would be so powerful that he wouldn’t need anyone else. He’d be safe. He’d be free. But... Dust glanced up at Horror with a slight twitch. He shivered and buried himself against him once more. He didn’t want that. No matter how much Papyrus insisted that he did, feverishly whispering it into his head at any given moment, Dust did not want that. He didn’t want to hurt his team. He didn’t want to hurt... him.

He looked up at Horror, the other having closed his eyes for the moment. He reached up and shakily held Horror’s cheek, prompting the other to open up his eyes. Horror’s voice and Horror’s screams hurt him the most. Clawed at his soul with such unbearable pain that he was often sure he would die. “Dust?” Horror’s quiet, raspy voice broke into his thoughts and Dust blinked, looking up at him. “Something wrong?”

He had slowly tipped his head into Dust’s hand, rubbing his cheek against his palm. He kept his attention on Dust. Dust realized he rather appreciated how the candlelight flickered off Horror’s bones. He began to quietly rub his thumb in circles on the other’s cheekbone. Horror hummed, sounding pleased. Dust’s hand paused after a moment and pulled back so his fingertips were barely ghosting along Horror’s skull. He raised his hand to Horror’s head wound and paused.

Horror blinked and after a long moment, tipped his head towards Dust’s hand, inviting him. Dust couldn’t hide how he perked up a little, if that vague smile tugging at Horror’s teeth again told him anything. Dust began to gently rub his hand along the jagged bone of Horror’s head wound. Horror closed his eyes and pushed his head up into Dust’s hand a little. A pleased rumble escaped him, his purr having started deep in his throat.

Horror always melted like butter when Dust did this and it delighted Dust to see happiness brought by his hand instead of pain. Before he knew it, a weak smile had crept across his face. Horror seemed to respond with one of his own. Dust was well aware that this would make Horror sleepy. The other was already struggling to stay awake. “You can sleep. I’ll be okay.” Horror stared at him and Dust sighed. He didn’t like saying it, but he knew Horror wouldn’t sleep until he did. “Promise.”

The other’s eyes closed and his body finally relaxed. Dust finally pulled his hand back and watched him fondly. He pressed himself closer to the other, closing his eyes and listening to how Horror’s purr drowned out the whispers. He finally slipped into sleep, dreamless and content.

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poptod · 4 years ago

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Pull the Stars Out of the Sky (And Gift Them to Me), pt. 3 (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Description: Things get busy as the palace prepares for the Pharaoh’s journey to Thebes.

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Warm flame blotted out the stars shining through the marble arches, leaving their light dim and diluted. In each corner of the small room, a floor torch illuminated the rows of papyrus scrolls, fire and shadow dancing as the men at the table conversed quietly. At first you had attempted to follow the topic, but the longer the hours grew the less patience you had. Eventually you found yourself wondering how the Pharaoh did this seemingly every day.

"I think we're getting a little ahead of ourselves," said a man you eventually learned was named Gyasi. He, along with most others gathered at the table, was an old man donned in golden linen, bearing curved lines drawn above his eyes. "We don't have time for such provisions. A number of things has delayed the King from planning earlier, so the journey to Thebes cannot be as detailed or grand as the last years, with Merenkahre."

"But we cannot arrive barren of gifts. As much as the mayor is loyal to the crown, it is good to keep in the graces of those ruling your cities. We can't afford any doubt of obedience," said the man sat on the far end of the table.

"I shall attend to the provisions and gifts myself, if need be," Piye said. Very rarely had they spoken at all this evening, and the deep tones of their nearby voice nearly startled you.

"What of the ships? Our fleet was destroyed and we don't have enough of the right design to carry what Merenkahre's advisors planned for their trips," said another man, whose long hair fell over his shoulders as he spoke.

"If the rest of you agree to tend to the soldiers, and for you the offerings," Ahk turned for a moment to the several priests gathered, "I will go through our models to find the best fit. Agreed?"

"I'm not –"

"It's nearly midnight," Piye interrupted. "The King needs his sleep, as do all of you. If you have any grievances you can bring them up tomorrow."

"... thank you, Piye," Ahkmenrah said, sighing sharply as he buried his face in his hand. "You're all dismissed. Get home and sleep well."

Rings of 'thank you, my king,' came from the men, cloth and cushions shuffling as they rose to their feet. You watched with wide eyes as they left. All who remained in the study were you, Piye, and Ahkmenrah. For the first time in at least several hours there was a quiet surrounding you, which you made sure to appreciate.

The night outside appeared to calm down, leaving only the sound of flowing water and cricket bugs chirping. Not even wind dared to brush through the arches. You sniffed, feeling sleep tug at the bags beneath your eyes. Ahk had gotten up early, and of course he insisted on taking you with him, creating for you a schedule you were very much not used to.

"I'm sorry, Amoke," Ahk said lowly, clearing his throat. "I didn't mean for this to carry on for so long. Are you tired?"

"Uh, yeah," you mumbled as you rubbed your eye.

"I'll see to it that Naguib doesn't wake you two until later. Will you be staying in your regular room or...?" Piye asked, their back turned to overlook the city.

"Inner," Ahk said with a stretch of his arms to the ceiling.

"Coward," Piye said, heading towards the door.

"Hey now, just because you have the body warmth of Ra doesn't make me a coward," Ahk said sternly, pointing a vindictive finger in Piye's direction.

"Right, sir," Piye said before swinging themselves out of the room.

He let out a long, weary sigh as he bent forward, resting his head on the low table. The blanket spread out between your laps shifted, as did the cushions, and though you tried to give him space he pulled himself into you the moment you moved. There he hid himself in you, breathing deep as he fidgeted with the cloth of your skirt.

"Did you have any thoughts about the meeting?" He asked, muffled against your neck.

"Your advisors are disappointed in you for being distracted when it comes to the religious part of the state, but can't realistically say anything since you're good with foreign diplomacy," you said.

What exactly they were planning and why had escaped you, but within the first thirty minutes of genuinely paying attention to the discussion, you'd deduced that with the prior knowledge of Ahkmenrah's and Merenkahre's reign.

"Are your advisors inherited from your father or did you choose them yourself?"

"Most of them are my father's," he said, pulling away from you to look you in the eye. "I know my cabinet needs some reorganizing, but it's not something I can concentrate on right now. Once we return from Thebes... I ask your help in deciding what changes to make."

"Um – that doesn't sound very wise, asking the advice of a civilian," you said, trying to back away from him. As usual, he did not let you, and held tighter to your hips.

"Do you question my judgement?" He asked, though kept a smile on his face.

Your answer to that was yes––very much so. There was no way you could say that, obviously, but you didn't want to lie either, so you stayed silent as he scanned you.

"A King knows what's best, my dear."

In the morning, Naguib woke you, and as he dressed Ahk, the King spoke to you. You had yet to leave the confines of silk sheets, and thus lay on your side with your cheek squished into the mattress as you watched them.

"We've got many a designs for ships, but only five of those are properly big enough to support us, the court, servants, soldiers, and offerings. Of those five there are about.. seven, I think, variations in the sails. We'll need to try each of them. How many ships is that?"

Naguib quickly looked away, avoiding the question. Similarly, you shrugged your shoulders, too out-of-it to formulate the correct answer.

"Thirty-five. Thirty-five ship rides today. Have you ever been sailing before?" He asked as he fiddled with his gold bracelet, turning to glance in your direction.

"No," you said quietly. As revered and important as water was, you still clung to your fear of the depths, and thus had never taken the opportunity to travel by river.

"I think you'll enjoy yourself," he said, with quite the amount of confidence in his tone. You, with insight into yourself, knew otherwise, and shriveled at his smile.

Massive sheets of linen rippled above you, tossed and blown by the eastern wind. The creak of wood sounded beneath your feet, spiking an uneasiness that plagued your stomach, and only worsened by the sway of the massive raft on the battering tide. All that remained to comfort you was the sun, shining blazingly overhead. You combated the burning heat by staying beneath the overhang of the little shack built into the middle of the boat.

Meanwhile, Ahk stood with hair flying in the breeze, his crown long forgotten on the floor. The skirt he wore was the only thing on his body now, allowing rays of sun to shine off the sheen of sweat worked up by his succinct movements. Mid-air he caught a rope in his palm, twisting it so it wrapped around his hand, and tugging harsh till the sail calmed itself. The billows dissipated into a smooth pillow of white, standing like a cloud against the blue sky.

"What do you think so far, Amoke?" Ahk asked above the splashing waves and muting wind.

"Takes an awful lot of effort, don't you think?"

"I suppose so," he said, panting lightly as he released the rope and headed towards you. "I won't be doing the sailing on the way there, however. At least not most of the time. We'll have our soldiers do that. Besides, this ship is large. Perhaps it is the sail hindering our work."

Our work. He could galavant off to wherever he wanted to, fix the entire problem himself, and he'd still say 'our,' or 'we,' or 'us'. You couldn't quite pinpoint why that annoyed you.

Along with the help of several other sailors on the ship, Ahk brought the hull to a rest against the sandy shore, while the sailors began to strip the sail and replace it. While they did so, Ahk rejoined you beneath the overhang. Once he arrived, the two servant girls on either side of the door held up their fans, blocking the sun further for the King.

"It may be a little windy, but today is a beautiful day," he said to you, circling an arm around your back. He rooted his hand to your waist and pulled you closer.

"I don't... like big boats," you mumbled, shoulders tight as your fist.

"Really? Why's that?" He asked with a grin.

"The wind is unpredictable and you can't see past the surface of the water."

"I think I can help you with that," he said, and his hand fell from your waist, tangling his fingers in your own.

Before you could say anything in reply, he was dragging you out from beneath the shade, into the open, unmanageable expanse of floating wood. The floor swayed as the boat was removed from the makeshift dock, nearly toppling you over from your poor balance.

"Careful there, dearest," he said as he steadied you. You bit your tongue, but reluctantly accepted his help in leading you evenly forward.

He took you to the tall mast, almost swaying with its' thin height. Wind filled the sail with a great howl, and with a little assistance from the soldiers, the boat was back to coasting down the Nile with the new sail.

"The wind is coming from the southeast," he said, leasing his grip on you to grasp a loose rope. "It'll be coming from there all day, so you can adjust the direction of the sail accordingly. If the wind is blowing too strong, you tie up the sail so it doesn't catch the wind. If the wind is weak, you open up the sail. It's all very simple. The design of these ships are specifically tailored for conditions along the Nile, so it's very rare any ships are overturned.

"For example, right now we're going a little fast. A few pulls and a few knots later," he tugged hard, lean muscles popping up beneath tanned skin as he did. Your eyes widened, unconsciously staring at his arms. "There. Didn't close it up all the way, cause we'd probably go to a standstill at that point and it can be a little hard to pick up momentum again."

"... momentum?"

"Thrust force," he clarified. Despite yourself you blushed and turned away, embarrassed of your own question, and flustered by his answer.

"Right," you said, mouthing the word, though not fully saying it. "It is easier for things in motion to remain in motion rather than to stop and pick it up again."

"Exactly," he said with a grin.

He stepped nearer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in close. Your own shoulders locked and tensed as he did.

"You know, Amoke," he said, looking down to you, "I quite like having you along with me on my daily duties. I know it's not the most interesting thing for you, but... I hope you enjoy it as well."

The obvious answer, at least to you, was that you weren't enjoying yourself. Never once in your life had you given a thought to learning how to swim, which made you antsy and nervous whenever you were near water. Even a shore felt like too much. To be stuck right in the middle of a massive, overflown river with a man essentially holding you hostage kept you on overload.

As the boat continued its' leisurely pace down the water, your fingertips and feet began to itch, desperate to leave the swaying rock of the waves. Sickness welled in your stomach and crawled up your throat, acid burning the back of your tongue. You tried your best to swallow it down, but your discomfort was already noticed by the Pharaoh, whose eyes turned to concern as he faced you.

"Are you feeling alright? You look a little... um, nauseous," he said, his brow furrowed.

"I feel very warm," you admitted with flushed cheeks.

"Oh, well there's a very easy cure for that!" He grinned. "Do you know how to swim?"

"Never learned."

"Don't worry. I shall take it upon myself to teach you, for now and future instances," he said, placing his hands on your upper arms.

"I - I'm not sure I –"

"Don't worry," he murmured, pressing his cheek to yours so as to whisper in your ear. "Would you rather have to face the possibility of drowning, should I not be near?"

His hands traveled down your arms to your waist, where he began to tug at your belt. The motion had your hips bumping against his, and though you tried to jump back, all that did was loosen your skirt further. Your heart began to beat against your bones, practically thrumming in your chest. While your anxiousness grew tenfold, the Pharaoh kissed your forehead, soft as his ministrations continued.

Soon your clothes were tossed to the wooden floor, forgotten as he took in your bare form. For a moment he appreciated you, ran his fingers down your skin as his eyes dragged from your shoulders to your hips, keen to move exact and slow.

"Come now," he said, ceasing contact to take your hand, and leading you to the edge of the boat.

Steps built into the boat's side led down to the water. He led you down them, helping you to perch beside the rushing water as his own skirt fell, crumpled and tossed in the same direction as your own clothes.

By example you dipped your feet in the cool water, mimicking Ahk's own legs pushed to the side by the current.

"Moshe?" Ahk called over his shoulders.

"Yes, my King?" came from the bow of the ship.

"My pet and I are going into the water. Slow us down, will you?"

Your what?! you thought, but said nothing concerning that, and attempted to change the subject.

"Don't you have a lot of sails to go through?" You asked.

"We've got all day, and tomorrow. And maybe the day after that. After that, though, we're out of luck," he said, a wide, crooked smile cast across his face. "But, of course... anything for you."

You almost laughed with him, but you tempered it down to a half-smile. From the spark in his eye and his blushing cheeks, you realized that it didn't matter if you laughed or smiled––it was still a positive reaction in his view.

Once the river slowed to the steady pulse of a sail-less ship, Ahk dropped himself into the water, his head sinking beneath the murky surface. Your eyes widened, but you made no attempt to reach him. For a moment you imagined he'd died, and pondered upon what you would do then. Probably leave.

Wouldn't that be nice, you thought, spacing out as you stared at the sandy shore.

Drenched curls drew slowly upwards, till they sat plastered against Ahk's forehead. Droplets fell down past his eyes, trailing down his cheek, and settling on the bow of his lips. His hands reached for you, settling on your ankles with a tug. You instinctively jerked away, and he grinned slyly, humored by your easily-won reactions.

"The water won't bite you," he said, tugging harder on your ankle. "Promise."

When you still barely moved from your spot on the step, he said, "I won't bite you either, if you're worried about that. Tread water with me, dear."

Gingerly your legs untensed, thighs slipping into the water as you sunk down. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you stared into the hidden depths, hypnotized by the streaming rays of sunlight, reflecting off the sand floating in the river. His hand moved from your ankle to elsewhere, though you lost track of it until it reappeared on your hip.

"Not too cold, right?" He asked with a pleased smile.

"No," you said.

It was indeed a bit frigid on your skin, but you attributed that to the fact that you'd been overheating all day in the sun. The burning cold soon began to dissipate, and what you were left with was a pleasant relief from the sun, hidden in the long shadow casted by the boat upon the ripples of water.

"Keep kicking your legs or you're going to sink," he said, moving to give you room to experiment.

Once you got hold of your legs, he mimicked how to move your arms, and soon you were floating untethered to the boat. Before you realized it, the ship was drifting away with the cool breeze. You very nearly panicked, but Ahk began to swim leisurely alongside it, and motioned for you to do the same. The slow speed of the new sails treaded steadily on, allowing the two of you to keep the same pace as the hull.

"How do you like it?" He asked, turning to drift down the river on his back, hands entwined behind his head.

"What happens if there's a creature beneath us?" You asked in return, still attempting to see the bottom through the murky water.

"We get back on the boat," he said with a shrug, a sly grin spreading across his face as you glared at him.

In order to keep with his schedule, he soon hauled himself back up onto the ship's ledge, offering a hand for you as well. You took it, but remained on the edge with your toes dipped into the water. Behind you, Ahk discussed something quietly with one of his soldiers, and reordered the sails.

Those gathered on the boat––numbering about eight or nine––went through the seven variations in the sails, and soon the boat was pulling back into the docks with the scribe's notes in the Pharaoh's hands. The crew trampled off the ship, boarding the next one in line as the sails were moved from the first deck to the second. You watched from the side, careful not to interfere, and listened to Ahkmenrah's conversation with his scribe, whose name you learned was Zaid.

"Speed can be sacrificed for storage, if we leave earlier," Ahk mumbled, biting at his bottom lip.

"Those faster ones are easier to tear," said Zaid. "If you're putting even more weight on the ship, they aren't going to work."

"Hmm. No use debating when we've got four more boats to go through."

"Yes, my King. Very well."

Zaid left the Pharaoh's side to help with the sails, earning you once more time alone with Ahk. He stepped nearer to you, placing his arm over your shoulder and pulling you in, squeezing you in a gentle side-hug.

"Zaid is a very special scribe," Ahk explained, eyes still training after the crew. "He learned his trade from Piye while they were travelling the world on a soul mission. Piye doesn't remember him at all, but he does his job very well so I don't think it's a problem, even if he is lying."

"A soul mission?"

"Yes, well, Piye didn't always look like that. You know, the whole very tall, very dark skin and very white hair. They've got a very special magic about them," he said with a nod. "I believe most of it was unlocked during their soul mission, which caused the change."

"... right," you mumbled. Ahkmenrah had said a great deal of strange things to you, but claiming magic to be real was a little much, even for you.

Egyptians were always a bit of an enigma to you––from what you'd learned in your own travels, they were fiercely protective of their homeland, such to the point that they rarely invaded other countries. Magic was something as entwined with their daily life as eating or sleeping. Every town seemed to have their own pantheon of Gods, and each tomb their own spells scarcely found in doubles. Harmony was of utmost importance, and family life was revered, having its' own pedestal to rival the significance of the Pharaonic family. The incestual Pharaonic family.

You shivered instinctively at the thought. As much as you wanted to believe Ahkmenrah was not a part of that area of his culture, you had no way of knowing, and asking him directly seemed too great a task.

For the remainder of the day, your weight was grounded on wooden decks, only breaking when you let your feet hang off the side and into the water. Ahk tried to keep his focus on the project at hand, but his attention would often waver whenever he caught sight of you. Unfortunately for the crew of the ship, that was quite often, and the Pharaoh had no trouble acquiescing to your every desire. Be it questions, or a wish to swim or break the ship routine, he would immediately fulfill your request.

By evening the tests were finally complete, leaving a few stacks of papyrus containing Zaid's notes on the ships and their sails. Ahkmenrah invited him back to the palace, where the two of them conversed quietly in his study, ignorant of the outside world and ignorant of you. To bide the time you tried looking at star charts, as the actual night sky was blinded by torchlight both in the study and the city.

The rows upon rows of scrolls and tablets soon bored you, at which point you listened on the duller conversation between Ahk and Zaid, who had a pleasant back-and-forth concerning the trip to Thebes. Slow, soft murmurs brought your shoulders to sag, muscles aching from the minimal effort of the day. It had been a while since you'd gotten any true exercise.

You closed your eyes for a moment––you could swear it was only a moment––but when you opened them, you found yourself rustling from movement, and blearily realized you were being held. Someone was carrying you down a chill hallway, and by diminishing torchlight you recognized the face of the Pharaoh.

"Long day, hmm?" He said upon noticing you were half-awake.

"No," you insisted with a frown. "I'm awake."

"Not standing, though," he teased.

"I'll fuckin' stand if y-"

"Shhh," he said softly, leaning in to peck your forehead. "We'll be sleeping soon anyway. It's far too late to do anything else."

Morning came and you found Ahk already awake, dressed in commoner's clothes and speaking softly with Naguib. From your spot on the bed, your cheek pressed into the pillow, you watched their tiny motions and the few words you could hear.

A couple minutes into listening, Ahkmenrah noticed you were awake, and hushed Naguib as he turned to you.

"Good to see you're awake," he said with a peppy smile, too bright and cheerful for your morning eyes. "I'm afraid I have to go into the markets today for a special deal. I won't be able to take you along. You might get lost in the crowd, or get hurt, and I abhor that idea. You understand, right?"

He was lying. Something about his choice of words, or the way he held his shoulders, hinted at the lie. What the truth was you wouldn't ask, though you speculated it to be a shady deal he didn't want you to know about. Instead you nodded, shifting to sit up, silken sheets pooling around your hips.

"Naguib, does this door have a lock?"

"Only from the inside, sir," Naguib said, his hands dutifully behind his back.

Ahk paused for a moment to process the answer, a detached coldness glazing over his eyes.

"Fetch me some rope, will you?" He said, and your eyes went wide, limbs suddenly scrambling backwards.

"Yes sir," Naguib said as he left the room.

"Please don't," you asked, almost on the verge of begging. Your wrists were just now barely healing, the blisters from tweed rope bruised instead of bleeding. "I'll stay with you in the market. I won't try to escape."

"I'm sorry, pet, truly," he said as he knelt on the bed, crawling up until he pinned you against the wall, your thighs pressed tightly together as you stared with pleading eyes.

"Please, Ahk," you begged, succumbing to your natural self-protective instinct.

"It won't be for long," he promised, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You shivered in disgust of his movements. "I'll come back in a few hours and I'll... I'll take you anywhere you want to visit, alright?"

His kind words made you falter, and once more you reminded yourself of an unfortunate illness that happened often to those kidnapped by lust-driven people. It was a condition you'd seen a few times––the kidnapped begins to sympathize with the kidnapper, falls in love with them, and never realizes the implication of it all.

Those sweet words of his would not bring you to your knees. You kept your resolve best you could, even as tears began to well in your eyes, pain shooting through your nerves as he wrapped the tweed rope back around your wrists and tied you to the bed frame.

Before he left to follow Naguib, he kissed your forehead again, brushing the hair out of your face as he did.

"I'll have the servants bring you some food," he said, shutting the door behind him.

You sighed sharply. Since you were last tied up, this would be your first moment alone, hidden deep within the stone walls of an alien palace. Irritation grew within you as you looked to the paintings on the wall, and soon you were grunting as you pulled at your restraints. The rough hay poked at your skin, stabbed and chafed as you struggled, attempting to find some give in the tight knot.

In the end you lay back down on your side, tears crossing your eyes and temple as blood began to drip from your already-bruised skin.

Damn him, you thought, sniffling. I swear I'll kill him.

About an hour later––though you had no idea of knowing how much time had actually passed––a servant came to visit you, a tray of food in hand. You sat up best you could, attempting to wipe away your teary shame.

"My name's Haji," he said. "I've seen you around, with the Pharaoh. I'm sorry."

"... thank you," you said blankly, despite the horrifying array of emotions that came to you. That was the first time you'd actually gotten sympathy in this Godforsaken place. Mostly you were met with people who thought you were lucky, or people who thought you were bad for the King.

"Yeah.. do you want me to undo those?" He asked, gesturing to the rope.

"Yes please," you mumbled, shoulders tightening as a blush dusted your cheeks.

He reached up, nails digging into the strange knot. Slowly it began to loosen, eventually falling over your shoulders, with your arms no longer numb from blood loss. Freezing cold first overcame your limbs, followed by tingling warmth that finally brought about movement.

"Thank you," you said, reaching for a roll and biting into it. "Are you actually allowed to do that?"

"Not really," he chuckled, "but usually people like to keep their dignity and not be handfed as an adult."

"Right?" You said, your first smile in Egypt crossing your face. "Ahk insists on it sometimes, it's incredibly strange."

"He probably has some sort of weird mommy complex. I do know he really wants kids," Haji said, drifting off slightly in thought.

Your eyes widened. Is that why he wanted you? Then came the next question, barreling into your mind without thought for your sanity––were you the child, or was he keeping you there to have his children?

You very nearly threw up.

"... but that's probably just because he enjoys protecting people," he finished.

"You seem to know him well," you said, attempting to speak through your nausea.

"I've worked for the royal family my entire life. I kind of grew up with the Pharaoh... he used to steal wine from the kitchen and I always let him. Don't really want to risk saying no to a royal," he joked.

"I understand," you said softly. "If it makes you feel better, it doesn't really matter what you say. He'll take whatever he wants."

"I know," he said, looking to you with a regretful brow. He allowed a moment of silence before he asked, "you begged with him, didn't you?"

"Yes," you said, voice cracking.

"Bit of advice? If you struggle physically, he'll get more forceful, but if you cry, he'll feel bad about himself and stop," he said.

Without thought you burst out laughing, covering your face with your hands as you tried to stop the torrent of giggles. He grinned as well, less amused by his advice, and more delighted that you found it so entertaining. Caught up in your own laughter, neither of you noticed the door swinging open by the Pharaoh's hand. When you did turn, you found the King beaming at you, his smile bright enough to fill the whole of the room.

"Amoke!" He said, striding across the room to you. Your eyes darted quickly to Haji, who looked as alarmed as you, before you were pulled from your spot and heaved into a tight hug by Ahk. Even there you glanced to Haji, whose mouth was now open in disbelief.

"Um, I'll leave you two alone," Haji said, gingerly raising himself from the spot on the bed.

Ahk promptly dropped you back into the soft cushions, a high-pitched huff unwillingly leaving you as you landed.

"Nonsense Haji! You made my pet laugh," he said, turning from Haji to you as he spoke your name, fingers dragging beneath your chin to force you upwards. "Considering I've rarely seen Amoke smile, much less laugh, I think some new arrangements in order. You shall join us on our journey to Thebes."

"Like... a professional friend..?"

"Sure. Whatever you'd like to name yourself. Go get packed––we leave within the hour," he said, information that sent Haji bolting out the door with an obedient, 'yes sir'.

“You’re awfully chipper,” you noted with mild suspicion.

“Someone burned a whole pot of blue lotus and it got caught in the, um, room. With the traders. You know, where I was for an hour. That’s probably why.”

"Oh. I thought we were leaving in two weeks," you said with a confused frown, moving to your feet when Ahk pulled you to do so.

"Not sure where you heard that, but we were hoping to leave within a week. Do you have any belongings you want to bring along?"

"My clothes. I still haven't gotten them back from those washhouse servants," you said.

"Then it shall be done. By someone else. We need to get to the docks. I'm assuming you've never been to Thebes before?"

"No."

"I think you'll like it," he said, taking your hand in his and leading you out of the room. "The orgies there are fantastic."

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Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Backstory and other things

Pairing: Ahkmenrah x Fem reader

Warning: Death - non-explicit

Life at the British museum was not nearly as exciting as life in New York. Ahkmenrah was getting used to hiding, alone, in a corner, on the internet. Amunnebkettoti and Bentres had attempted to trap him back into the entitled manchild he had been before he fell in love with (Y/n).

Being a pharaoh, or even a prince allowed Ahk to have whatever he wanted. He had riches, he had women, he had everything he wanted, except for love.

That is until he went to the market to exhibit his power over some helpless peasants. At least, that was his intention when he saw a young woman drawing water from a well. With the entitlement that surged into his mind, he dismounted from his horse and began to walk over to the girl, making up his mind to take her back home as a concubine.

As he approached, he could hear the humming coming from her mouth. She picked up her two buckets of water and made her way to a small house near the river.

Ahkmenrah, shocked with being ignored, made his way to the hut, anger coursing through his veins. How dare she, how dare she ignore her future king, her god!

As he marched beside the hut, he saw her. (Y/n) was sitting with a collection of children. His eyes widened as the young woman cared for them, giving them drinks of water from one of the buckets. She had ignored him for a reason, she was caring for children. Ahkmenrah’s mouth ran dry as he felt his heart bloom for this beautiful young woman.

When he came back to the palace that night, he went straight to his room, resolving that, if he wanted to win this girl’s heart, he should be kinder to those underneath him.

The next time a servant did something for him, he thanked them, surprising the young boy, who automatically ran off. Over the next week, he found that the more kindness he spread, the more he received.

The next time that he visited the well, he wore clothes he borrowed from another servant. He approached her meekly and spoke with the tone he had been practicing. “Hello, my name is Akh, I was,” he cleared his throat, “you’re very beautiful.”

The maiden looked at her feet and smiled, embarrassment heating the back of her neck. “Thank you.” She said, her voice quiet and her tone light, “I’m (Y/n).”

Over the course of the next few months Ahkmenrah snuck out of the palace at night, dressed in peasant’s clothes, to visit (Y/n). He learned that the children he saw with her the first time he met her were her siblings, she had 10 of them, three sisters and seven brothers, and that her father was a scribe in the temple of Sobek, which was why they lived so close to the water.

Despite having two wives of his own, Ahk was falling in love with (Y/n) and her gentle ways. She was always so kind and honest with him. His heart felt so full and he was willing to ask her to join him in the palace, however, he didn’t know if (Y/n) felt the same.

Ahkmenrah told her about his parents and brother, omitting the fact he was a prince, he told her about his wives and how vain they were. He sat with her in the moonlight and spilled his guts about how he felt trapped inside of somebody he was not, he sat with her under the stars, near the Nile until Ra began to exit the Duat. As the sun rose, he picked a lotus flower from the water and handed it to her. “For the prettiest flower of them all.”

He fled from the river and from the warm feeling as the fog lifted from the river. He ran until he got back to the palace and slumped onto his bed, his brain buzzing, his body heavy, and his heart full.

When Ahkmenrah woke he made his way to the main room sliding into a chair beside his father who gave him a disapproving look. Ahk caught sight of the long line of people to oversee, his heart fell. He took a deep breath and his father called forward the first person.

With the proceedings going nicely, Merenkahre decided to let both Ahkmenrah and Kahmunrah take turns over them.

After about an hour, Ahkmenrah caught a glimpse of somebody familiar. ‘Oh-no,’ he’d thought as (Y/n) stepped closer to the pedestal. ‘I didn’t tell her I was a prince’

When she reached the steps, (Y/n) knelt and pulled a roll of papyrus from a bag she carried. She held it out and caught sight of Ahk, her mouth falling open as she dropped the reed paper.

(Y/n) took a few deep breaths before she handed him the scroll, her hands trembling. He accepted it and unrolled the papyrus. She appeared as if she had been crying.

Inside was a detailed plea for help. The Nile had risen so high that three of the nile god temples had been washed away, Taweret, Nepthys and Sobeck, along with dozens of homes, many people had drowned.

Ahk’s eyes widened, he didn’t realize the difficulties that (Y/n)’s family faced. He moved his eyes further down the page, he caught the glimpse of several names, including the names of three of her siblings and her father, all of her sisters drowned.

When he tried to meet her eyes again, (Y/n)’s were lowered and he could sense her grief and betrayal. After telling her that the kingdom would copile resources to rebuild the homes and temples and dismissed her, he fled the court room. He only took the minimal time to take off his bejeweled necklace before fleeing down to the river.

He caught up with (Y/n) as she arrived at the remains of the well where they first met. As she met up with him she made a move to bow.

Ahk caught her hand and raised her to his equal. “Don’t bother, please.” He whispered, holding her hands gently and looking in her eyes. “I love you. I love you so much, I just wanted to protect you.”

(Y/n) looked back at the man who made her heart blossom like the lotus that he gave her earlier. “I… I love you too.” (Y/n) stuttered out turning her hands over and holding his gently.

It took two more years for Ahk to gain (Y/n)’s trust and for them to go public about their relationship. It also took time for (Y/n) to heal over the loss of her siblings and father.

When she finally moved into the palace, the final step in their marriage, (Y/n) had learned the ins and outs of the palace and royal life.

Being the third and only love wife of Ahkmenrah was hard, full of disapproving parents and jealous sister wives, but it was also freeing. All of her brothers and her mother became workers in the palace, solidifying the bond between Ahkmenrah and (Y/n).

All of their love culminated in Akh, the son that they wanted so badly.

Akh never got to see him and he and his mother did not live long under Kahmunrah’s rule.

Alone in the British museum, Ahk sighed a breath, he would see them again, and then, an idea popped into his mind. He ran from his cover, he had to find Tilly.

When (Y/n) moved into the museum her exhibit was busy, as expected for the sarcophagus that was supposed to hold her husband. In New York, she never came to life, (Y/n) only lay in the gold box like the corpse she was, unable to think about anything.

It wasn’t until one night, when she heard the clicking of hooves of a horse, that consciousness reemerged in her mind.

Akh started to cry, out of fear or hunger or … (Y/n) felt a warm liquid trickle down her leg, he had to use the bathroom. Ever the gentle mother, (Y/n) had only just realized that the tablet must be in the museum.

She sat up, hitting her head on the lid of her sarcophagus in the process, and attempting to remove the lid. She hit the case a few times with her fist before the lid was opened. As the light hit her eyes, and she unwound her bandages, she saw a group of people surrounding her.

A large smile split her face as her husband pulled her and her son up from the sarcophagus. She was safe in his arms once more.

Athour’s note: Hey my fellow fans. Hope this second instalment to the Ahkmenrah piece is to your satisfaction. Criticism and requests are always welcome. This was actually a request, my first request. Thanks guys!!! If you want to be tagged please let me know.

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What Are Friends For Ch. 23

An Undertale fan fiction

Written by Ichiwashername-o

Summary: What if there was a way to make things right? All it takes is a leap of faith . . .

Rating: Viewer discretion advised. Contains swearing, trauma, and psychological horror

Cast: Undyne, Papyrus, Sans, W.D. Gaster, Grillby and others

[CH.1] [CH.2] [Ch.3] [CH.4] [CH.5] [CH.6] [CH.7] [CH.8] [CH. 9] [CH.10] [CH. 11] [CH.12] [CH. 13] [CH. 14] [CH.15] [CH.16] [CH. 17] [CH.18] [CH. 19] [CH. 20] [CH. 21] [CH. 22] [CH. 23] [CH. 24]

AO3

Chapter 23: Plan of Action

Papyrus didn’t know where he was going.

He just stepped out the door and began to walk.

He headed towards Waterfall, as if called by some unseen force. Though he was awake and conscious, everything around him still felt shrouded in that dream-like haze. There were moments where he blinked and with a sudden start realized he didn’t remember how he got here. Like his body was moving on its own.

Or perhaps that’s just how distracted and absent-minded he was these days.

The caves of Waterfall opened up before him, and he briefly paused to consider which direction to go. Waterfall was infamous for being a labyrinth for those unfamiliar with it, and Papyrus tended to avoid this region of the Underground. The only area he frequented with any regularity was Undyne’s house.

But he had a feeling he wasn’t going in that particular direction tonight.

Without really knowing why, Papyrus curved towards the right, letting the softly glowing rock crystals illuminate his path ahead. Echo flowers dotted the caves, gently swaying in a barely perceivable cavern breeze. And he could hear them whispering.

Do you know what I wish for?

Can you eat a star?

H-hey! Don’t laugh at me!

Don’t look now.

Can you keep a secret?

Papyrus shuddered and hurried past them. He never liked the echo flowers. It was like those voices were talking to him, but that was silly, he knew that. There was only one flower that could truly talk, and that flower didn’t turn out to be very nice.

But curiosity, and an overwhelming unseen force compelling him onward, drove him forward, step by step. Further down the cavern halls, further along the glowing crystal path, further down the rows and rows of echo flowers. Their whispered voices a constant background buzz.

We all know the legend by now—

You think we’ll ever get to see the sun?

The Angel is supposed to be beautiful, but I bet they’re really scary--

I don’t know what grass is but I hope it’s nice and soft!

I was looking for you—

We’re keeping busy, it’s all we really can do.

We have to keep trying, don’t stop now—

Papyrus shut his eyes tightly, trying to block out the constant incessant noise, and he pushed on.

Past the river, empty of the Riverperson. Past the shops, all dark and quiet with no customers to tend to. Pas the lilies that gently floated in still pools of water. Past a crumbled and decaying statue of memories fading fast.

He didn’t know what he was looking for. Only that he needed to keep looking. He had to find the source of that voice. He had to look for . . . he wasn’t even sure what he was looking for, but he’d know it when he’d see it.

Perhaps if he was smarter like his dear brother Sans, he’d want to know why. Maybe he’d stop and question the wisdom of wandering the hazardous reaches of Waterfall alone. Maybe he’d ponder if trying to chase after a dream was a smart thing to do in the dead of night.

But he wasn’t his brother Sans, and those questions did not come to him. He only knew he had to find . . . he had to find something.

On and on he went. The caverns grew dark and cold as the crystals faded and plunged the world around him into absolute darkness. The black was so total and so thick it felt suffocating—

It reminded him of his dream. Caught in a void of nothing, no sound or sight or sense of anything, just utter and complete black.

Shuddering, Papyrus held out his hand and summoned a bone attack, casting a burst of bright blue light on the rock around him. With his makeshift light in hand, he continued.

By now, he should have been reconsidering what he was doing. By now, he should have stopped and wondered where in the seven blazes he was going, why he was doing this, why he was wandering around a part of the Underground he hated so much—alone, at night—

Yet he continued.

And on the caverns went. His light, clutched fiercely in his hands, was his only solace, a lone sad bluish light abating the darkness that would swallow up anyone and anything.

And on the caverns went.

Papyrus had never been so deep into Waterfall before. It was all starting to blur together, just endless halls of carved stone, wet with underground moisture, so vast and so deep Papyrus would have thought he’d emerge out on the other side of the world! It was impossible to tell how long or how far he walked. There was nothing down here. Just him, his light, and endless tunnel of rock.

And then—

A door.

He stopped. He stared inquisitively, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly.

It was a very plain door. It was square, slate grey in color, no carvings or embellishment of any sort, not even a number or a name or a symbol. Just a plain grey door, with an equally plain grey handle.

Just like his dream.

And again, he could hear that voice call out to him.

Find me. Find me beyond the silver door.

Papyrus reached out. His hand grasped the handle, cool under his touch. He turned, and the door swung open, revealing nothing but that same endless suffocating black. Not even his meager light could pierce the dark.

He should go back. He shouldn’t be here right now, this wasn’t right, he shouldn’t be here!

But against all instinct, against all sense and reason, he stepped through the door. It closed behind him, the echo of the door swinging back against its mooring a deafening crash against the unbroken silence.

And there was nothing. For a moment, at least. Then, either Papyrus’s eyes got accustomed to the dark, or the room grew slightly brighter, but he could vaguely see the shape of the room before him. It was relatively small, no bigger than his bedroom, just four plain square walls and a flat plain floor, completely empty.

Save for the towering shadowy figure that stood, no, loomed before him.

Papyrus felt his breath freeze in his chest.

The shape was . . . just a shape. A mass of black puddled on the ground, rising in an indistinguishable form whose edges seemed to flicker and distort, like it couldn’t decide on which shape it wanted to be. The shape was so incomprehensibly black that it hurt Papyrus’s eyes just looking at it, and he rapidly blinked, creating a strange strobe-like effect as the shambling mass twisted and distorted and pulsed before him.

He could hear breathing. A faint raspy scratchy wheeze, with a very odd electrical buzz. Like bad back feed through a speaker.

Yo̠ủ͇'v͕͗e̦ͤ ͔͛cͭo̙͍̘ͩͩ̐m̞͉̽ͤe

Papyrus took a step back. That voice, deep and raspy and distorted, came from everywhere, almost like it was from within his very own mind. And it was so familiar! He briefly turned to look behind him, back to the door.

But it was no longer there.

“Did you—was that you?” Papyrus asked hesitantly. “In my dreams, that is.”

Y̤͎ͅes̗̭͌͊.͂

The black shape congealed to form a more recognizable humanoid shape, growing broad shoulders and a long thin torso. White hands emerged from the shambling black mass, the digits long and skeletal, perfect circled carved through the palms. The face took shape, a stark eye-searing white amidst the maddening black. A skeletal, sunken face, with jagged cheekbones and empty eye sockets, cracks stretching from the eyes. One that reached down and through the mouth. One that reached up, nearly splitting the skull in two.

In an instant, Papyrus knew who it was. He let out a gasp, terror freezing him in place.

“Gaster,” he breathed. “You’re Gaster.”

The mouth cracked upwards into a sad, sad smile.

Y̺̳e̙̗͍s.͉̟͌̊

Papyrus gaped. Gaster!? This was Gaster?! But that couldn’t be right! “But . . . you’re dead! Sans saw you die!” he protested.

Ṇ͖ͧ͋o.͈̘ ̣N̜̞o͖̜̥ț̗̜͑̾̈ ͍͐de̜̞͍ad.͎̓ Ṣ̬̙͂ͭ̅o̮̦ͧͪmethiͯͫn̙͖ͦ̋g ͂̾ẘ̗̻̙̋͌or̻̥̤ͮ̎̽se͉̗͑̍.̭̐ ̬S̓om̦̳ethiṉ̹̯̓ͩ͂g͂ ͈̼far ͓̼̈́̒. .͉̝͕̑̿̿ .̙ͮ ̟̘̳̈́̈́̀f̯̮͕̒ͥ̈́ä́́r wo̹͇͉͑ͦ̔r̲ͨś̥e͕̻ͧ̓.

The shape—Gaster—straightened. Those empty sockets alit with faint white specks of light, and he looked down at Papyrus, his expression solemn.

I̳̲̞ ̙̗͐̄w̝̉a̓sͨ̊͆ s͍̚ca̠ț͓̻̓͐̒t̞er̟e̖̥̗͒̇͑d.̩ ̈Ăͬc͇̟̠r̯os͊̌́ś͕͈̈́ ẗ̰̦͈́ͤ̓i̞̊me. ͬA̜͉c̯͓ro̘̫͊̚ș̆s ̬̔a̺̝l̳ͭl̮̱ ͈ti̦m̍e̙̞͙lȉ̭̼̌n͗̓e͖̲ͪͮs͒̈́ͯ.̲̓ ̟͖ͦͫBr̙ͯok͇̙͇e̊̂n ̿ͩapá̔rtͩͭ́.͛ Th͋r͚ͧow͕̠ͮͨn togȇ̠t̲̋he̥r͚̮̺̍ͥ̽. ̩͓͎̋ͦͩ S̻hat̞͎̉̑tͥer̿ĕ͔̩̻̿ͦd̽͌,̺ͪ ̦̘̬̔̌̿a͈ͥǵ̐â̎i͗ͤn̤͉̞͊ͬ̽ ̺̠̺ͧ̉ͨa̰͚̎ͪn͉̫̈́ͬd ̠̠̻̉ͯ͂ ag͎̫̫ͦͮ͆a̽in̠͑.̪̝͍̈́̄̀ T̽̈ͩi̥͎̍̊l͍̯̜ͤ̃̈́ t̩̹͙ͮ̆̒h̗ͬe͎̯͂͗ ̹e̩ͧn͊̚d͈͂ ̞̒o͔͊f̞̲͍̿͌̓ ͕̫̙̒͗ͫṯ͙í̺̜̳ͮ̄m̗ͤe̻͒.

Gaster’s body convulsed, his eyes and mouth opening impossibly wide, his voice dissolving into a static scream.

F̙̮̥̲̖͖̳̬̼͙̼̊͗́̋ͪ̇̑̀͊̚̚O͔̜ͧ͐R͇̳̦̳̮͉ ͙̰͓̩̯͒͆̓̓̃Á̔͗͛͐́̇ͤ̈́̓͌͑͌ͪ̔LL̺͖̹͇̺ É̲͍̜̱̱̱̖̹̝̱͌͆̍ͭ̇͛̓̔̐Tͦ͒̉͌̑Ê̮͇̜̬͇͉̣̼͙ͥ͒̒ͧ͌̏̄͗R̒̋̊̒̿ͧͫͫ̅̈́ͦ̒̂̐N̯̗̠̠͆̌͐̓I̫̬͖̰̤͉̹̯̜̺̲͔͚̱͗̍͛̒͐ͭ͆̃̽ͣ̈̎͂̏TY̞͖͍̭̳̿͌ͣͨͦY̭̤̲͙̱͈̤̊ͪͬ̃ͫ̓̏Y̬̬̞̣̮̫̟͎ͭ̋̽̃ͬ̋̃ͪYYY͐̉ͩ̽̉̿̓͑Ỹ̬̬̣̤̗̮̻̪ͪ̈̈̋́̏͐

The scream was piercing, like nails on chalkboard, setting the skeleton’s teeth on edge. Papyrus slammed his hands over his ears to block out the noise. But it came from everywhere, even inside his own head! Papyrus’s knees buckled beneath him and he dropped to the floor.

And then the scream stopped. Gaster’s jaws snapped together with an unnerving click, stopping the sound as soon as it started. His form hunched over, curling in onto himself. A gasping desperate wheezing breath escaped the shadowy figure as it recollected itself. Gaster, nearly torn apart by his own static screech, slowly reshaped.

I .̳ .̞̠̻ ̫. ̜am̯ ̠sor̞r͚y. T̹̤̱h̠̘͈is̱̪̬ ̳e̥x̦̤ist̻̘̭e̙͕n͈̱̣ce͙ ͔.̭ .͓̭̙ .̖̲ ͚is mad̜̙̤ne̱̗̻s̠͉͍s.̝̘͔ ̭͙Ev̬̞en ̘͈̖n̦̯̺o̤̳w I am̹̞̳ ̞fr̠̪̬ag̦̲͈m̳͍ͅen̳t̬̘ed.̺͔̙ ̖̘ͅEv̜̭e̬n ̻̟̠n̫͎ͅow ̳͙̝.͔̲ ̞̹. .̖͎ I a͙̱͉ṃ̝̳ ͎̤n͕o̠t͇̤̞ he͖re.̠

Papyrus slowly unclasped his hands from his ears. Again he looked behind him where there was no door. No escape. He felt his chest tighten, the breaths coming shorter and more labored. Memories of all he endured under this very same monster came back to him, and the plate stung cold and heavy upon his wrist.

“What do you want from me?” Papyrus whispered.

To s͈̤͋ͥav̬͖ͩͨe̪̝̽ͬ ̲̩̍̿̇ͅyoͭ͊ur̺͈͚ ̻ͪt͎͖imḙ̜̥l͂i̪̺̘ne̳.̇ͣ ̅

Gaster’s face continued to shift and distort, making the expression impossible to read, but he did not approach nor retreat from Papyrus. He just stood there—if standing was an appropriate word for a figure with no legs or feet to speak of.

͕The̯ ̰͉hu̩̗ma̰n͉—̺͍t͖he ̯h̜̫u̯̲m͈̰ͅa͓n i͉̲̯s ̟t̖h̟̫e ͈̟̪ke̜̮͚y̲ ͔̤to̬̘̳ ̻͕M͎o̤ns̼͈̰t̖e̖rk̦̖i̬̖̪n̼d̤̯’s sa̝̖͎lva͔ͅṯi̩̥̮o̮͖̭n̠͓̱. ̙̦̗T̖hey̜͖ are the ̮̘̝p̪roph̙͕̥e͈͓̱cy͉.̻̜ Th̺ẹ̝̬y wil͖̦l ̭ma̩̬̫ke̱̫ t̜he̞ ͚͎͎Und̮͔͍e͎r̦̻g̻̖r̤o͖u̱nd͚ ̹g̲̝o ̼ͅemp̘̖̺t̥͓̹y.̦ On͎̟̫e̞̞̘ wa̗̺̗y ̹̮͇o̳̥r a͉n̜̖͎o̻͓̖th̺̠̜e̤r͇̘. T͖͙̬he̖̹rẹ̠ͅ ̘̪c͎͉̻a̟n be ̼̗n͔o ̖͎oṭ̮̹h̪̼̦er e̥̪̭ṉḓi͔ng ͚̞̠t͙̬̘h͓̬̠an th̼̭̤ro͓ugḫ ̪the̙m̼̥̬. Th͙̟a̯t i͈̞s ͔͉ͅwhy̻̮.̱ ̦͍Yo̝͙u̻̬ mu̪st͎̟̪ ̗ͅsḁ̼͕ve̜̬ ̜ͅṱh̰ͅem͇.̰

Papyrus hung his head mournfully. The shame of what he did coiled through every bone in his body. “How can I save them? I killed them!”

Y̯̖͕e̝s. B̰͖̝̅̐ͯu̘̻͚͋̃́t ͯ̉ťͅhĕ̜y͚̼̦ ͅcan̰͕̠̈́̿͊ ̐b̈́̾̅e ̺s̜a̜̪vé̦̲̠̀͒d̫̤͚͐ͥ̚.̪͎̥̊ͧͩ

Papyrus turned away from the formless monster. This was all just a cruel joke. His tormentor returned just to twist the knife in his proverbial gut. Reminding him there could be no happy ending without the human. The human he had killed. In no small part thanks to Gaster himself.

He marched back to where the door once was. It was still missing, but he was unperturbed. “You can’t help me. You can’t bring back the dead. So please just let me go.”

N̫o̰̹. W͚͉e̞͍͙ ca̫̙͔nnot̞ bri̩͔ng ̰̲b̹̟̘a̭̣͚ck̟ th̹e͍̗ ̤d̪̮̻ea̖̪͇d.̰ ͔T͚̳h͍̬at ͖͇̟i̳s̖͉̭ ̯w̮͙hy ͇͙͇. ̩̮. ͕͉.̺̙ we̦̹̦ ͖͙͈mu͎̙s̘̥͍t pr̟̥e̲̬v͍̖͉e̪̖n̺̼̘t͙̫ ̼t̫͉h͔͉e̖̝m f͇̟ro̠̼̟m͖̲ ̯̥dying ͍͈t͖o̳̖ b͇͍ͅeg̜in͔ ̤̤w͚̭ith.

Papyrus paused, turning around, one eyebrow arched in alarm and curiosity.

“What, you mean like going back in time?”

E͚ͯx̞̦̩̓ͯ̍a͙ͭc̳̖ͥͤtḷ̩͈y̱ͤ.

Well. That got Papyrus’s attention. He vaguely knew of his brother’s experiments in their basement, but Sans had given up on that old piece of trash years ago. He said it wasn’t possible. So Papyrus was giving Gaster a very keen look, peering at him out of the corner of his eye, still slightly facing the non-existent door.

“And . . . how do we do that? Sans says time travel’s impossible.”

F̙r͍om ͚y͕o̥̦͔u̹r ̘̺̻t̤im̠̳̥e̥̭͔li̘̹ne͙̟̯. F͇̲r̠̱̖o̫̞ṃ̺ͅ ̞̦̮y͙our ̼wor̝̙l͈͙͓d̝. ͓Yo̺̹u̬͚ ̜̫͓m̝ͅust ste̠p̞̗̰ ͓͚b̜e̻̺yo͚n̰ͅd. ̺̩Y̜̖̫o̺͙u m͓̭us͔t͚͈̬ ̘͔̞st͚̭e̩͖p ̘͎͕w̦ith͎̣̠out—out̼ of̼̤͓ ̼̯tim͔̘̻e. ͖͈Ou̮t̗̲ of ̣e̫̘xi͔̝̟s̺t͖͇e̟n̥c̯̯e.̟ ͈̼Th̯̥̹eṛe̖͍, w̭he̠re tim͇ͅe do̱̲e̻̝͍s ̮̞̺n̗ot̼̻ͅ e̩xi̺͈s̫t̻ ̯.͙̖̝ . ͉̠.yo̦ur ͔̪de̤͙̘sti̠̱nat̩i̜͎o̝͚n ̭̙i̹͓��s ̠͙͚i̟̯nfi̱̗͖n̘̬̪it͕̯e̩.͈̦

Standing here in this room, in this space, with the fractured remains of the monster that made him what he was, speaking of time travel . . . it suddenly hit Papyrus the absolute lunacy of what was going on. This monster imprisoned and tortured him, tortured his brother, and now he was trying to help them? What caused this change of heart? It was definitely suspicious.

“And why do you want to help us?” he asked.

Gaster remained unmoving and his expression a perpetual distorted digitalized mask, but ever so slightly, those pale eyebrows arched upwards into sorrow, his mouth pulled down into a grimace.

I ḫ̫ͅave̪̪̪ ̰s̟̮ẹe̗̳n ͅa̖̤ t̜̟̥housa̩͉̯n͇d̤ ̥li̜fe͇ti̟̠m̱͎es.̞͕ ͍̫I h̦̬a̗͉̳ve͍̤ͅ ̰͈liv͈͍ͅed a ̟tẖ̹o̜u͚̩̗s̥̣ͅa̝̹̹nd̝̣ y͕e̘͇a̼ͅrs. ̤̭͇Agai̳̪͙n̖̦͍ and͓̜ ̳a̤gain̼̲̤. An ̘̱̮i̩͈̤nf͓i͙n̩̯i̹̜te ͚̞ciṟ̪cl͈̭e̖̺.̭ ̼̪̭I have̬͖ li͇̟ved t͇̺hrough̭ e͎ͅve̤͉̝ry̤ ͎̝t͚͈i̬m͉̭̪e̗͉l̞ine̼.̯̺̦ I̦ ͖̺͔h͈ave ̙se͙en ev͈̤̖e̩ry̦͚ p̝oss̜ibl̠̱e͕͍ end͖͇in̥̩g͖̺̗ ̪͍̱anḍ̥̳ b͍̝egi̯̤̫nn͔̖̙ing.̙̳ ̦͉A͎̪ga͍̰̖in̫ ̹ͅa͎n̠ḏ ̙a̯ga͍͎͍ị̲̲n͇͎͙. F̫ͅo͇͖͈r͚ ̘e̗t͓̬̙ern̼̹i̖̝ty. ͈Fo̫r̮͇̲ ̦̠i̖̹ṇ̭͇f̱͈͎ị̹͉ni̞t̠y. A͇ga̯in a͉nḓ͇̥ ̗̼̺agͅain̤͈͚ ̜͎͇i̮̩t͉̗̻ r̖e͕̙pea̘ts̹͉.͎̭̝ ̹Aga̭in ̮a̙nd ̭̬̥ag̭̹a̻͔i͖̗n̜̘̦ ̮I s̜ee̳̬̖—̥I̭̻ ḛ̩xp̻̰e̯͈r̺i̩e̹̳̻nc̜͉̻e͇ ̝. .̦̞̞ ̪.̳͔ͅ ͕

Gaster’s eye sockets went black, his mouth stretched open, and once again that static scream pierced the air.

E͋̃͘VE̢R̷͉͓̃͛YT̺͈͔̙̗̿̓̒̈̊͝H̺̀Î̹̖̼̯͚̘̏̒͑̂ͥN̕G͉͖̣̣̭̥̖͐͐̌̉ͭ̃̓.͕̻̏̇̓͝ͅ

Papyrus winced, taking a step back. Gaster’s eyes relit, his jaw snapped back into place, and his form slouched forward. He doubled over as he struggled to catch his breath, the breaths coming in gasping wheezes, his entire body shuddering.

Fͯ̓oͪr͑g̼̳̖͊ͣͭi̫̣̺ve me̐̅̓.̜̝̭̎̂ͩ Th̪̽is̾ ̤̖p̓ͧl̐a̘ͅce ̳.̹̤̭ͫͣͣ ̘̻.̟̅ ̣̜͎ͥ͂͐.̰͌ ĭ̼̥̝̂̍s̗ cͨ͂ŕ̤̯̒ṵ̭̍͂e͖ͤl ̟͈on̻͍̙̎̀̚ ͙͎̊̉t̟ͦh̔ͮe ͔͍͋̿m̥̪ͨ̂͂ͅind͑̀̆.

Papyrus paused, glancing over the monster that had caused him and his dear brother untold pain and suffering. He saw the miserable, shambling remains of a monster who did things to them too terrible to remember. He saw a monster, once proud and incomprehensibly strong, reduced to a shadowy fragment of his former self.

And Papyrus felt nothing but pity for the wretched thing that stood before him.

“It must be terrible to be stuck here,” Papyrus said quietly. Gaster only nodded. “Does it hurt?”

Gaster gave Papyrus a curious look. He tilted his head, squinted his eyes, frowning ever so slightly. And then, slowly, he smiled.

Iͪ d̟̾o ̺̂nͧot̄̈ͮ f̎ͣ̇eel ̪̊m̳̍uc͈͎̗͌̊ͨh͈̅ ͉́o̲͙͂ͫf͔̆ ̯̅an͕ͭy̫̟t͓̗̉͊h̭̟̓͗i͈̘ͩͦn̍̋ͥg a̯͖̮nͦ̔ͫym̭̣̠̈̽̓or͌͐͊e O̗̣͉͑͐̄nly ̝̟r̗ͩ͋ͫe̻ͯgͩrͩ̇e̊t̲̩̽͂.̉̆ His face returned to a sad and remorseful expression. I h͎̮̪ͥ̉͐av͙e̞̓͆ͫ ̣̥̃ͦa̤n ĕ̈́ẗ́͂̂ernit̤̲ͭ̿ÿ͈̖̠ͥ̉ of re̹ͬgr͈̘e̺̋t̯͖͛ͦ.͕ͦ A̝n̝̘ ͙̗̩e͓ter̬̘̾̚n͚͕̓̾ï̫̳̙͗ͬt̤̪̱͂̑̉ỷ ṭo̦ thi͈nk ͛̄͑. ̠̦. . ̗̰̅ͩ̊ͅa͆b̦͛ͤͅo̜͓̩ͪ̓ͪut w͔ͬh͖̳̯a͖t ̦́I̯͗'̼̈́v̂͗e̫̟ͫͥ ̔͆d̩̝̑̐͆ͅo̦n̫̐́ͅe.̽

“You must be really sorry.”

Gaster hung his head, nodding again. Misery clung to him like a thick miasma, his expression gaunt and tortured.

I se̗̺e a͉͓̗ll t̺̱̙ime͙̮ḽ̖i̗̣̥n̟̜̲e̥̜͔s. ̫I̻ s̩̥e̥e̠ ev̼͓er̖͇yt̩hi̻̝n̦g̯̯ ̯tha͙t ̬̫h̤̜a̮̝s͓͇ ha̞pp͚̥̜eṇe̤̠̻d̦̳̞—͕w͙̰hat c̞o͈̯ul̥̩d̗͎̜ h̩͓app̼en,̫ w̯͍̬h̼̟̥at ͉̱w̯i̺ll ̣h̰̬͕ap̰pe̞n.̲͎̹ ̘͕͇Agại̬̟̬n͎͕̳ ͕ḁṉ̝̜d a̖̥̙g̪̬a͎̝i͇n̗͉̹.̙ I̩̤̱ s̹e̦͙̣e̹̳ . ͖͖. .̯̰̤ al̠̟ͅl͓̻ ̦̱͚th̯͈a̼t͚ I ḫ͚ave̬͉̪ do͈n̗̮e. A͈̪̭l̜̹ḻ͔ ͙̙ț̞̤h̥̺̹e̱ te̱̰r̦̭̜rib̖le thi͚̠͖ng̫̫̘s̯ ͉ͅI h̩a̯̦v̪̰e̬͙̯ d̠͔one̥. ̠̞F͖͕̠o̹̪olis̝̫̜h.͕͇̟ Mi̹s̩̰̯g͙̞̭u͚̟id̫̼̻e̪͇d̤. ̙͕B̫͖l͙ind̖͓̬ed͇̩̱.͖̪̣ Un̠f̣̖͚o͕̟rg̻̤͓iv̠͙a̘͉͍bl͚͔̰e̝͍͍.̤ E̹x̬c͔͙u̝s͖̬̞es͚̩͈. A̼̻͉ll̠ I̯ ̪̰h̬̣͚a̫͈ve ͖̱̺a̺͙ṟ͎e ̤̣e͕̬xcu̩̦̱ses.͕͕ ͖̻̺Em̱̱̞p̻̜̫t͍y̜͍͙,͍̯ͅ ̭h͎o̗��ll͓̯ow.͚̭̹ ̥B͓̰r̠͖okḛn͎.̫̻͈

His eyebrows furrowed together, his expression hardening.

I͙̤ d͔o not ̙d̦o͙ ̫̠t̼̞h̟i̜s͓̥ ̝͈f̘̫or̙͓ͅ f̟̺or̩̘g̮ͅi͖ven͎̖ess.̼ Or ̺̦re͔̳d͉e̘̺mp͙̩͍t̲i̹o̻n. I a̯͎m b̠ey͉̰̦o̤n̜d̻̲͇ s̮uch thi̗̬̭n͕͈gs͎͉. I ̳̲̠d͓ͅo ̲̮t̯̺h̠͇is ͇. .̘̺̫ . becau̘s͖̯̝e̖ ̲̲it ̮is r̬i̺̬ght.

Papyrus nodded. It was hard to forget all Gaster had done, but seeing him in this state, it was hard not to feel bad for him. Stuck here in an infinite time loop . . . it would drive anyone crazy.

“I always believed anyone could be a good person if they tried. And I can see you’re trying really hard right now,” he said.

He remembered how stern and unforgivable Gaster had been. He remembered how cruel he was. But now, here the broken fragments of his torturer remained. Here was a monster reduced to nearly nothing, forced to endure an eternity of his own personal hell. And yet, now face to face with the one responsible for his downfall, Gaster did not ask redemption, or forgiveness. He only asked to make things right.

Papyrus remembered Sans’ story. How, after everything Papyrus endured . . . Papyrus still somehow managed to forgive him. He had wondered how that was possible then. But, right here, right now, with Gaster before him . . . Papyrus knew.

“For the record . . . if you really are sorry, if you really do mean that you want to help us . . . then I forgive you.”

Gaster’s reaction was severe. His eyes went wide and his mouth opened, his constantly shifting body even paused as he just stared, dumbfounded, at Papyrus. And then he laughed. He threw back his head and laughed, his entire body shaking and quaking, eyes squinting closed, the laugh stretching on and on and on into an inaudible cacophonous digitized screech. Papyrus winced at the sound, but the laughter died down, though Gaster still smiled. His eyes, black and hollow, overflowed with tar. Was that tar? Or was it tears?

Was the terrifying Doctor Gaster crying?

I ͚͙͆͐.̖̮̙ͮͯ͒ . .͈̠̟̂ͦ̽ t͓ru͎̯ͣ̄̾ͅly͑ͮ do ͕̬͂͂n͉̙̞o̞̯̪t̥̙̪ ̤͎uṉ̥̄̒d̖̗eṙ͕̱̓s̬̹taͯͦ͒n̘d ͖̦̠̽̇ͣy̹̝̫ͧͣ̄ou͉͚̇ͫ, he said. Í̋ d͊̔͗o ̆no̔ẗ̋ undē͒̇r̎ͨ̀s̓ta̽ndͪ̽ͯ . ͦͪ.̇̿̑ ͧ̓.ͭ̑̓ how you ̐͒å̂̈re aͪ̈́ble̾̚ t̒o ̏foͫ̽rgivĕ͌ meͨ͂̑ ̈̉.ͧ͌̀ ̾̊̇.ͦ̈́͛ .͑ ͛̏̚af́̂tͭͥ̍eͯ͆r everyͥ̓t͐hì̒ͭng ̓̽ͫİ̔’ve don̉̒è̃̓ ̀͒t̽̌ŏ͊͂ ̂̋y͂ou̓.

Papyrus couldn’t explain it himself, shrugging silently at Gaster. He saw how sorry and sad Gaster was, and he just didn’t have it in him to be mad or resentful towards him. It was just . . . how he was.

Despite everything, Papyrus didn’t have it in him to hate anyone. Not even Gaster.

“So, um, how do we . . . time travel?” Papyrus asked tentatively.

We͈̱ m̥ust̹̥ st̠̙͕ep͖͓̟ ̞̖o͔u̖̪̩t͉side̙͍ t̘im̗̮e͓͍̦, ̥ Gaster said, his voice coming in clearer. The distortions around his body softened, his form coming in sharper and more distinct. His expression hardened, growing more determined and focused. I have̦͚ ͈s͍̰̼e̩͙̱en ̣̥̜al̰͉l of̖ t̫ime̹͎,͙̱ a͔l̤ͅl̤ ̥o̫f̬ͅ ͅi̤ͅt̬ș ̦͎p͔a̻ssing̫ͅ. ̙̲In̥̗ ͍your̯ wo͎͍r̠̥͇l͉̲̩d͕̣͈, ̩̤tim͕̜͙e̩ ͕f̳l̻͈̫o̞͔͍w͚̦̘s̟͈ ̲on̝e̼̺ ̪̻̭way̭, one ̜̭ͅdi̖̣̦re̤̩̙ct̼͖͇i͈̪o̠̳͚ṇ͖. We ̘͙ͅmust ͎s͖͚t̬̣͉ep ̭͚ou̠t̰̺ ̰̱bey̹̙on̬d, ̖̩w̙h̤e̥ṟ̯e̺̝̝ ti̫̝m̝̯͚e̥̝̺ ̝̹̹and̤̮ ̳̣sp̭̥a͓ce̜͍ do̫̘͍ not̹̫̮ ͇exḭst͈ͅ.̗̹̥

“So . . . where you are,” Papyrus said slowly, starting to understand. There was still a lot he didn’t, but he thought he could understand what Gaster was getting at. “But how do I get to where you are?”

Y͍̹ou̗̟̹’r̹͙e̫ a̞lre͖a̞dy̬̺ h͚͉ere,̖ ̙Gaster said simply. Ṭ̥͈h̙̟̲i̮̝s i̫͙s a ̗̮sp̼̩ac̦̘e betwe̱̙͎e̘͍̪n ̺̤t̪̺̙he͚̠͙ r̘̹eal͚̙ a̝n͎̝d ̬u̞̭n̪r̤e̲̼al. ̪̗A̱̞̦ ̺̦l̖̱im̹͖̣inal s̻̲pac̠͖͓e̩̝ w̩ḫ̝e̠r̫e͔͍ w͍ẹ̤ ̰m͉̗a͖y ̩͎̻s͇̬̘p̹̖ea̜k̤͇͕.̦͚ Bu̘t͍ th̲̮i̞̰̠s̞̤ p͙̰lạ̳ͅc͉͚͔e̲͍ ̱i̫̻s̳̦͍ tem̺̦͓p̙̬or̙̯̪ary a͖̯̫nd ̺̼̬un̬stab͚̜le̲.̼̲ U̬͖ͅn̥̦̘r͓͓elia̲̞b͕͉̳l̳̻ẹ̰. We m̼̣̯u̳͉͇s̞̱͓t̠ ͓̮̮man̺̫͉ip̗ul͎̖̠ate ̺͚̬ y͎o̘̯̹u͕̺r̫̲̤ ͖̤ w̻ͅo̺̹͈r͍̠͇l̻̲̱d so ̹we m̻ͅay̘͚͓ b̦͖̣e̠ a̺͓̘bl̮͇̰e̦̞̝ t̥̪o spea͚̟͈k m̝ore f̘ͅre̲̘̞q̝͖̖u͖͇̫e͓͙͎n͙̭t͚l̙̹y̪̮.̖ ̲̺W̟̝̘e̙̟ ̳̰̺m̘us͔̼̲t̰̭ ͇m͎͚a̜͚n͈̮i̹̳p̯u͓late̹̤ ͉̞t̤he̩̘̘ ̲̞law͚͙s̗͓̩ of re̬̻al̗̠̞it͕y ̻͙̼to͓ let ̣t̤͉͚he ̝͍͍r̥ͅe̳ͅal ṣt̤̜̹ep ̺̩̲i̱͚̥nt͚o t͇̬ḥ̜e ̖̯unr̩̭̻e̱̯a͚͙̪l.

Papyrus frowned. “How the heck do we change the laws of reality?!”

S͍̯ạns ̺̹͈kno͉̬̠ws̱̼̼ ̳̜how. ̘We̜ n̩̱ee͓̞̖d̝͔ ḫ͔is̱̗ he̮̠̻l̞̫͍p.̲

Papyrus hesitated. “Sans really hates you. He won’t want to help.”

I͚͇f ̻̘̲he wishe̲̬s̪̼̜ ͍t͖̮̩o ͔͓e̲̝s̳cap̪e ̩̝t͙̝͍his͈ ̣̮͕p͔̦r͍͈i͕̰s̯̣͓on̫̱, ͔̩̯h̬̻e wi̮̖̣l͇̩̹l͓͍̮ need ̜͎̺t̞o o̬v͕̹e̯r͉̗c̻͙ome hi̼s̯͔̮ hat̙̩ͅr̝e͎d. I̖̫ ͓neḙḍ͙͚ ̭y̞ͅo̙̣̥ṷ̬ to͔̝ co̖͚n̦̣͈vi͉͚n͖̳c̞͚̘ẹ̭ h̲̳̲i̫̘̟ṃ̟͚. ̫̜̝ P̜l̺̜͉e͖͈ase,̺̱̼ ̩̺͔Pa̫̮͎pyr̯̪̝us. ̲ͅW̭̘e ca̙̜nnoṯ̥̩ ̰̥do t̰̤hi̠̰͙s w̳̟itho͚̫̭ut̞̱̞ h̤̺̳i̞̠̭m̗.̫̠

Papyrus nodded resolutely. He knew Gaster was right—Sans was always way smarter than him when it came to science and machines. If they needed this to work, they would need his brother’s help. “I’ll do my best.”

Th̳͔̤at̺͈’̭̳s͔̠ ͖a͈ll̗̭̣ ̜I͉ ask.̱͔͎

“Will we see each other again soon?”

W̟e̮̠̬ ̬̖wi̱̘ll ͈̰ͅs̬̞e͖͈e ̜̺ͅone͙͔̱ an̳o͖̱th͍̗er͔͉ ̫o̰͇͓nce ̻S̬an̘̖̘s͔̻ ̼cracks th͇͚ͅe̼͖ ̻ve͇i͎͔͍l̝̹. ͚Onc̟̗e ͙͔̱w̤̲͇e͙̦ d̘͚͙o̹, ̥ͅw̞ͅe͍͔̗ ̼w͍̟̜ill̘ mak̰̙e ̤͕ͅrig̼̝ht̼̫̜ ou͖̟͕r̜͙ m̜̥i̦͍st͙͉͖ak̟es.

Behind him, Papyrus heard a faint click. He turned and saw the door reappear.

T̘̻̣hank̯ ̘̳͉yo̜u͈ .͎͓ .̘̻̹ .͎ f̰̩or̮̺ ̝li̻stḛ̘n̙̝in̳̖g.̞̖ ̗I̭ ͔͙sti̫̲ll̯ d͖̠̮o ̪no͎̙t un̠͚̬d̯̙̯er̥͖stand̪. I ̞̘m̥ḁ̪̭y ṋ̻̘ever ̰un͚̤ͅd̳̙ͅers̱ta͙͚nd. ̬̠I̹̮ j̥us̥̥͚t ̦͚k̠now .̪̝ ̳̝̫.̯͍̼ . ̲̝̳I ͇ a͉̲̠m ̹͚̪thạ̝n̹̞͕k̮̼f̭̘ul fo̲r͍̤ a̞̬̮ c͎̮̹h͍͇̜anc̗e to̜ ma̩ͅk̹ḛ̗͎ t̳̝̬hin̤g̜s͖̲̲ ri̖gh͙t.

Gaster bowed his head, and his body dissolved into smoke.

Papyrus was alone. But he felt a surge of purpose, of determination. He knew what he had to do now. He knew what to do to make things right again.

He opened the door and stepped back out into the caverns of Wetland. It was still the dead of night, like no time at all had passed, and Papyrus rushed back home.

“Hey, I got another joke for you I think you’re really going to like.”

Sans leaned back against the massive stone door, neck craned back as he stared at the dark and seemingly endless sky above him. Gentle white snowflakes floated in the air, spiraling slowly down to the ground below.

“Why do frogs taste like beer? Cuz they’re full of hops!”

He laughed at his own stupid little joke. It was easy to pretend that the silence was because the old lady was not amused. A bit too childish, a bit too crude for her taste. It was easy to pretend she was just ignoring him. It was easy to pretend she was still there.

But she wasn’t. He couldn’t lie to himself forever. She was gone. Turned to dust by that little brat of a kid, all because he made that old lady a promise.

So, in a cruel twist of fate, it was almost her fault in a way. If she didn’t make him keep that promise—

Well.

Who knows.

He stayed there for a very long time. Probably for most of the night, really. But he couldn’t stay here forever. He needed to get home. He still had a brother to take care of.

The walk home through Snowdin was a quiet and solemn one. The streets were empty, because who else would be up and about in the dead of night? All the lights were off because what customers were there to tend to this late? Everyone was just asleep. Just like he should be.

He rarely slept anymore. A major detriment for someone as lazy as him.

As he shuffled back home, he was startled to see something else moving. He paused and squinted as the figure, shocked to see it heading right for his own house.

“Papyrus?!” he shouted. The figure stopped and turned, revealing that it really was his brother. “What are you doing this late?”

Papyrus stood like a deer in headlights, one hand on the door handle. “I . . . needed to take a walk.” He straightened. “What are you doing up?”

“I needed to take a walk,” he retorted casually.

The two brothers stared at each other. Papyrus was practically fidgeting out of his boots.

“Brother, we really needed to talk!” he suddenly burst out. “I had a dream—and I went to Waterfall, and there was a door, and inside the door was Gaster! But it wasn’t really Gaster, he looked all weird and messed up like he got chewed up by a cheese grater, but then we started talking, and he wanted to help--”

Sans stared. “That sounds like a really messed up dream.”

“But it wasn’t a dream!” Papyrus protested. “He was really there! He was—he was in a liminal space outside time and space, and he wanted to help us go back in time and undo everything!”

Sans rolled his eyes. “Alright, no more warm milk before bed, you are sounding nuts right now.”

“SANS, I’M SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!” Papyrus yelled, stamping his foot on the ground. Sans recoiled, surprised by the sudden outburst. “I wasn’t dreaming! I know what I saw! I saw Gaster! He was real, he was there, and he wanted to help us!”

“Paps, you know how crazy that sounds,” Sans scowled. “He’s dead. And even if he was still around, he wouldn’t be helping us.”

“I know it sounds crazy, and I don’t know how he’s still alive, but he . . . isn’t. Not really. He’s . . . outside of reality?” Papyrus said, struggling to put into words the strange place where he and Gaster spoke. “But, please, brother, I’m not making this up! Why would I make up such a ridiculous story?!”

Sans hesitated. It was a pretty crazy thing for Papyrus to say, but it was just so ridiculous he couldn’t believe it. It had to be some sort of crazy dream.

“You have to admit, it’s hard to believe,” Sans said, folding his arms across his chest. “So Gaster’s still alive, but he’s not really, he spends his time outside of time and space, and he wants to help us?”

“Yes!” Papyrus said, enthusiastically nodding his head with a great big smile.

Sans stared at him. “And why does he want to help us?” he pressed, still not believing a word of it.

“Because I think he really does feel sorry for what he did,” Papyrus said, which earned an immediate scoff from Sans.

“He’s too much a psychopath to feel regret,” Sans snarled.

“I’m not going to deny he did terrible things. But when he spoke . . . oh, Sans, he was miserable. He looked just so awful.”

“Good for him.”

“He wanted to make things right. He’s not looking to be forgiven, he just . . . he just wants to make things better.”

“You do realize this is probably all one big trap, don’t you?” Sans pressed. “He probably just wants to take both of us down with him. Drag us both to whatever Hell he’s found himself in.”

“If he wanted to do that, he had ample time to do so when I talked to him,” Papyrus said firmly, folding his arms across his chest. “He could have hurt me or captured me or anything, but he didn’t. We just talked. And he wants to help us make the timeline right and I believe he was telling the truth!”

“Forget it, Papyrus, we’re not helping him,” Sans said, pushing past his brother to head inside. “I thought you’d know by now not to trust him.”

“And what do we have to lose?” Papyrus said. “If we don’t undo what happened, we’ll be stuck down here forever! Gaster said-!”

“Well, Gaster’s wrong!” Sans snapped, spinning around to face down Papyrus. “We don’t need his help! There is nothing to gain from trusting him!”

“So we’re just going to stay down here forever and wait for the next human to fall down, have Asgore take all the seven souls and wage war on the human world? After we lost all of Snowdin to a single human?” Papyrus said. “What about everyone who died? What about the guard dogs? What about the old lady behind the door you keep talking to?”

Sans stiffened.

“What if we could bring them all back? What if we could take back everything that happened? Isn’t that worth it?”

“And what if Gaster’s lying? What if he’s going to use us to get back here and ruin everything?”

“Then we’ll get everyone on our side to take care of him,” Papyrus said. “But . . . Sans . . . if there’s a way to undo this . . . If I could take back what I did . . .” He lowered his head, wringing his hands together. “Sans, I would do anything to take it all back. There’s not a minute I go by that I regret what I did. And if Gaster could help--”

“Have you considered Gaster may be using your desperation?” Sans said. “You said you’d do anything. What if Gaster’s counting on that? What if he’s using you for some other evil plan of his?”

“I really don’t think he is.”

“But what if?” Sans pressed. “I just . . . I don’t want anything bad to happen to you because of him. We can’t trust him. We can’t know if he wants to do the right thing because he never has! It’s not worth it!”

“I think it is. Please, Sans, could you at least think about it? We’re either stuck down here for years and years and years—or we can take a chance and do it all over. I know I’m asking a lot of you. I know what Gaster did to us—did to you. I am not asking you to forgive him or excuse what he did. I’m just asking you to listen to him.”

Sans sighed, shaking his head. There was no moving Papyrus. And there was no way he was ever going to trust Gaster.

“Let me think about it,” Sans dismissed. He really didn’t know how he was going to convince Papyrus not to trust the guy who was responsible for all this to begin with—he thought that would be easy! But Papyrus could be so unbelievably stubborn sometimes!

“Do you promise?” Papyrus asked sternly.

“Only if you promise to think about how stupid it is to trust Gaster,” Sans shot back. He shook his head. This was absolutely ridiculous. “And how was Gaster expecting any of this to work?”

“He said we needed your help. He said that you’d know how to . . . um . . . change the laws of reality?”

Sans stared at his brother, dumbfounded.

“It has something to do with the machine in the basement,” Papyrus sighed in defeat. “Gaster says it’ll allow us to access wherever Gaster is, and from there, we . . . travel outside time to go back in time.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Sans said.

“I . . . thought it kinda did,” Papyrus said with a helpless shrug. “But could you please give it some thought and try? This may be our only chance. We have to take a leap of faith!”

“I’ll think about it,” Sans said once more before turning into his room to sleep. And after everything Papyrus just told him, he was going to need a lot of sleep.

He slumped onto his bed, feeling angry and confused and just so frustrated. How had Papyrus seen Gaster? Gaster was dead and gone, but here his brother was absolutely convinced he wasn’t (sort of kind of not really) and now the bastard had a change of heart and wanted to help them.

It was lunacy. Absolute lunacy.

Sans considered going straight down to the basement and destroying every last scrap of that dumb machine. Or better yet, throw it all into the lava in Hotlands. There, you evil bastard, can’t help you now, machine’s destroyed, tough luck, buddy.

I’d do anything to take it all back.

Sans sighed. Of course Papyrus would. Of course after all this time his poor brother was still overcome by grief and regret. And of course Gaster was taking advantage of that by making him promises he had no intention of keeping.

Gaster was using Papyrus’s desperation. He was sure of it.

But what if?

They’d figure it out on their own. Screw Gaster, they didn’t need him. In fact, what if they could go back in time and undo everything? And they would do it without Gaster’s help. Sans wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

This isn’t about you.

Sans was at least willing to give that a shot. Hell, he’d revisit his old notes, scrape together whatever blueprints he had, give the machine a whirl . . . who knows, maybe he could get it to work.

And then he’d go back in time and make sure that bastard was dead and gone.

The kid, too. He’d make sure the kid wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Well. Now he was just way too damn worked up to get any sleep. Now, for the first time in what felt like forever, Sans felt like there was something he could do. Something he could dive in with all his vigor and work towards.

Getting out of bed, he headed back down to the basement.

And on his way, there was Papyrus, still standing in the living room. He looked up at Sans hopefully. Desperately.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Sans asked after a moment.

“How could anyone sleep right now?” Papyrus retorted with a half-cocked smile.

Sans huffed. “Right. Can’t argue with that.” He paused. Even though Papyrus wasn’t as good with machines as he was, his bro was still really darn good at puzzles. And this machine was one heck of a puzzle.

“Wanna give that machine another crack?”

Papyrus’s eyes lit up. “Yes! Of course I would! Oh, Sans, I’m so glad you agreed-!”

“I’m not doing this so we can see Gaster,” Sans stated firmly. “I’m doing this because we can figure this out on our own. We don’t need his help. We’re going to crack this, just the two of us, and the doc can go rot in whatever place he’s in right now.”

Papyrus wilted ever so slightly. “Right . . .” Probably shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up so fast. But at least his brother was going to work on the machine! That was something, right?

“Come on, we got a lotta work ahead of us,” Sans said, and the two brothers disappeared into the basement below.

#waff #what are friends for #undertale #sans #papyrus #gaster #wd gaster #gasterblaster au #im back baby!#hope it was worth the wait

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frenchie-sottises · 4 years ago

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More Skelebros Headcannons.

Thanks to @dont-dimension-it, a lot of you liked my headcannons. Because of it, I decided to write some more. (NOTE: Fellswap Gold Sans and Paps’s nicksnames were switched last time. Paps is Coffee, Sans is Wine.)

Triggers? Just the mention of some phobias.

Papyrus:

- He has his moments of sassiness. - Although he mainly likes children books, he does read some more adult themed books. They’re mainly adventure based. - He saw a bunch of skeleton props in a store once. He didn’t know what to feel about them. - He’s somewhat good at flirting? He has to be in the mood for it, and that’s kind of rare. - Nothing he eats contains any sugar. The last time he consumed sugar, he almost blew a giant hole in the side of Mt. Ebott.

Sans:

- Is actually pretty good on the trombone. He mainly uses it to troll Papyrus though. - Doesn’t like anything child themed when it comes to horror for obvious reasons. - Suffers a pretty bad case of astraphobia, which is the fear of lightning. - Has moments where he falls easily. (In love.) - When he first started to learn how to use his blue attack, he used it on himself and sent himself flying through the entirety of Snowdin. He didn’t get hurt, but he didn’t use it for about a month after that.

Edge:

- He wears a silky black robe cause he knows he’s that sexy. It’s also to spite his brother. - Is so in love with the idea of protecting someone he likes that it can be confused with obsession. (No, this doesn’t include his brother. Don’t bring up that Fontcest shit.) - Has a bad case of trypophobia after seeing what a wasp’s nest looks like. He almost gets physically sick from being exposed to the triggers. - He’s also a germaphobe to the point he sets dirt ablaze. - His racecar bed is basically a Ford Mustang bed. It also functions as a real car.

Red:

- Pretends he hates ketchup, but he secretly likes it. - Also suffers trypophobia. - Has about nine pairs of the same kind of sneaker. - Has tried to imitate his brother’s cackle once, ended in humiliation. - He’s learn to tone down on being vocally violent.

Stretch:

- Unlike most of his lazy counterparts, he actually has a proper bed. - Has a jacket where there’s pockets on the inside, so when he wears it, he stuffs them with random items. Every time he takes out something from them, people joke about him having portals on the inside of his jacket. - Has a beanie that is the same color as his hoodies. He only has it to make jokes with. - He used to wear slippers, but they kept flying off his feet the few times he’s tried to run, so he wears little booties that have a similar appearance to tennis shoes. - When he gets super flustered, and I mean his face being almost entirely orange, he’ll melt any snow that happens to be around him. He’ll also become jelly in some cases while he’s melting the surrounding snow.

Blueberry:

- Is surprisingly flexible despite how his body is structured. - When he really wants something, he’ll make a look that’ll send chills down anyone’s spine. - He can sculpt with pretty much anything that is sturdy enough to stand on its own. - May or may not have an art pad personally crafted by Undyne. - Actually does have some scars from some of his fights. They’re mostly on his ribcage and spine, and they’re pretty sensitive to the touch.

Pup:

- Is a metal fan. - Actually knows some German and can mimic a German accent almost perfectly. - If he’s given the chance, he can be sappy as all hell to someone he personally finds charming. - Sings pretty good when no one’s around. - If he had someone who is able to help him with his addictions, it’s guaranteed that he’ll fall in love hard for that person.

Blackberry:

- Has similar ideas compared to Edge when to comes to protection, but it will turn into obsession at some points. He’s gotten better about this though. - If someone manages to bring out his softer side, a part of him will hate them, but he mostly shows genuine respect for having the patience to pull that off. - Will get horribly flustered if someone tells him that he’s still strong despite his body not showing it. - Can make pretty good beverages. Mainly alcohol-based ones. - Makes a hug sound like a threat.

Slim (Fellswap Red):

- Excellent baker. - Can get excited over nothing and it’s the cutest thing on the planet. - Comes up with some of the sweetest nicknames. - Big cuddlebug. - He’s so soft, someone please protect him.

Bloodberry (Fellswap Red):

- Classy motherfucker. - He sucks at baking most things, but he’s good at baking bread-based dishes. - He has an odd quirk where he wears a golden chain in the spring to summer months, and wears a silver one in the fall and winter months. No one knows why. - Tried eyeliner once, hated it. - Bit of a grammar Nazi, but he does actually bother to try and teach others how and when to use certain words and spellings.

Coffee (Fellswap Gold):

- Drinks coffee that’s as black as his soul.. okay, his soul’s not black, but the coffee still is. The coffee also tends to be chocolate flavored. - When he does talk, he has a little bit of a Russian accent. - Has a strong interest in dragons and other mythological creatures. - Stims a lot due to his autism. - His body reacts in confusion when being touched and doesn’t like it, but deep down, he’s secretly touch starved.

Wine (Fellswap Gold):

- Drinks any wine, but prefers classic red wine. - Has a strong Russian accent. - He will treat someone close, other than his brother, almost like they were his own kid. - He’s not in a situation where he can truly let out how he really feels, so when it’s something he’s passionate about, he winds up either training intensely or stims about it. (It’s usually hand flapping and running.) - He’d be a king no one asked but deserved.

Axe:

- Is someone who doesn’t want to be a part of drama. He prefers the quiet life. - He’s learned to make his own butchering weapons. - The kind of person you wouldn’t really want as a dad.. less you like the idea of someone willing to kill someone who insulted you. - Loves being petted and loved on. - Unlike most of his counterparts, a physical heartbeat can be heard.

Everest:

- Can imitate the whistles that are usually heard in a forest. - Prefers the quiet life. - Suffers phonophobia, which is the fear of loud, especially unwarranted, noises. - Despite his hunched over appearance, he likes being tall. He’s weak, so being tall can be a benefit for him since he can appear intimidating. - His armor is made of literal bone as opposed to the typical metal.

Hope y’all enjoy these!

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randomfandomasks · 4 years ago

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General Headcanons Frisk & Chara

First, all frisks and Charas (and Asriels) are all aged up.

Charas are using they/them and she/her pronounces (except Storyshift Chara they are only using they/them pronounce) while Frisks are okay with any pronounces.

Charas are not the “villain”.

Classic Chara and Underfell Chara are the narrators.

All Charas love chocolate, but each one prefers a certain type of Chocolate.

Classic Chara prefers pure (with nothing in it but Chocolate), normal Chocolate, they do not care how sweet it is. But they hate white Chocolate. They are really picky with other sweets though.

Underswap Chara prefers white Chocolate although they do not really have a preference. She loves Chocolate in any kind of form (chocolate cake, chocolate ice cream etc).

Underfell Chara really likes bitter Chocolate they do not really like too sweet Chocolate. And they also like hot Chocolate, but without sugar. Chocolate is actually the only sweets that she eats…all other Sweets and Candies are too sweet for her.

Swapfell Chara likes sweet bitter Chocolate, and Chocolate Bars with fillings (nuts, fruits etc). They are picky with their Chocolate bar…it has to have the right amount of sweetness and bitterness. They would probably have one or two favorite Chocolate bars that they like, and they are gonna be very hesitating with other Chocolate bars.

Storyshift Chara is the definition of a bad Sweet Tooth. They like any kind of Chocolate and Candy. This Chara is basically a walking Candy dispenser they have always any kind of Candy with them. They are unhealthy obsessed with Chocolate. Once they actually mixed every singly type of Chocolate that they had with them together...and they were completely fine.

All Frisks are not picky with their Food at all. Even if some of them are kind of Jerks...but they are definitely not picky.

Classic Frisk: They are very friendly and extroverted although sometimes a bit shy. It’s very easy for them to make friends since they are very kind. They are also very flirty, and they are very good at making people flustered. And they love to give compliments, although they get slightly shy themselves when they receive them. They are good at cooking, baking, solving puzzles and riddles (thanks to Papyrus) and they love adventuring. They are very curious too. Sometimes too curios for their own good. Frisk cherishes and loves all of their friends and their new Family since they do not have their own. Their Hobbies are reading, hanging out with their friends, watching Anime and cooking/baking. There are days when they are feeling guilty over all the Genocide routes, and they sometimes have nightmares. But do not underestimate them and don’t hurt their friends, they have enough determination to kick your butt. Their Favorite Music Genre is probably pop music...I do not think they have one, they like all music genre. Their Hogwarts house would be probably Hufflepuff...I mean they are not reckless or stubborn (enough) to be in Gryffindor. Yes, they are determined and brave but that’s only to protect their friends. They are not very cunning or ambitious either. And a Ravenclaw would (probably) not fall in to the Underground...they won’t even go to Mt.Ebott in the first place. They are dedicated, hardworking and very loyal to their friends. Frisk is a great friend and they value everyone.

Classic Chara: they look cold outside, but they are actually very sensitive and emotional. A lot of the time they have trouble to express themselves without saying something mean, they really do not mean it that way....they try their best. They love the Monsters with all of their heart and soul, and they hate the humans with passion. Classic Chara doesn’t trust easily. Surprisingly they do love to give compliments they are very shy about it though. Just don’t compliment them back they get very flustered, and usually do not accept it. If they compliment you, you know that this is true since they are very honest, and sometimes blunt. They are good at baking, cooking, gardening and at playing the piano. Chara doesn’t have a lot of friends, but she is actually a very loyal friend, and she cherishes the few friends that they have. They are not really extroverted, but they are not very introverted either...it usually depends on their mood, and who they are talking/hanging out with. Since they are more Stoic it is usually hard to tell if they like something or not. While they do like Anime they are more of a casual fan. They don’t need to watch every single Anime that’s out there. Their favorite music genre is probably something like ACDC, but, again, they do not really have a preference. (Actually they really do like Lady Gaga and Pink) Their Hogwarts house is Slytherin...they are this type of Slytherin who is usually just minding their business...until you insult or hurt their friends. They won’t hesitate to avada kedavra you into another dimension (or another timeline/universe).

Underswap Frisk: this Frisk loves to mess with people. They could tease and prank everyone all day. Besides that, they are very polite and respectful. They also hate humans just like Classic Chara does, but they are more willing to give them a chance. They trust people way too easily. Just like Classic Frisk they are very flirty, but they do not get flustered as easily. The only reason why the flirt is because they love to mess with people...that’s the only reason actually. Underswap Frisk is way more extroverted and easy to make friends with. Although they are more careful and quieter around Humans. They are good at baking, Gardening and playing the piano. Underswap Frisk actually prefers cartoons to Anime. This does not mean that they do not like Anime they just like funny and more lighthearted cartoons. Their favorite music genre is... well Soundtracks (Disney Soundtracks, Cartoon intros, etc) they are not much of a fan of “normal music” because they think that some songs are way too serious sometimes. Their Hogwarts house would be Gryffindor or Gryffinpuff...they are brave and somewhat reckless. They are just as loud as a Gryffindor is...I think that Underswap Frisk is a very proud person, and they are not afraid to show it. They are basically like Fred & George from Harry Potter. They love to mess and prank people but also always ready to stand up for their friends.

Underswap Chara: they are very Stoic and way colder than Classic Chara. They do not trust easily, and they are very tensed when Monsters or Humans are friendly to them. Their experience with Humans is...well, not a good one. So, they do not trust Humans at all they would need the longest to learn how to trust others. They are mostly very quiet, but not in a shy way, and more in a “I do not wanna talk to you” way. Underswap Chara can be very sarcastic tough. They are very smart, too. Their hobbies are reading, painting and gardening (although they are not very good at it). They do not like puns and get rather annoyed by them. On the outside they look always bored and disinterested, but they just have a hard time showing emotions that doesn’t mean they do not have them. They do not watch TV that often mostly because they aren’t used to have one. In general they like Books more, but they also like some video games. They are a very good listener but a not so great talker. Most of the time they do not know what to say which is why they like giving gifts to others. This is their way to show that they care. But they get flustered very easily, ever single time someone is saying something nice to them/or about them, they blush. They are not used to it a lot of the time people were very mean to them. And if someone gives them a gift they may also start to tear up....if you lucky enough they may also show you a small smile. Their favorite music genre is pop music, and they like more calm music...maybe sometimes a bit of emo music. Their Hogwarts house would be probably Ravenclaw since they are very smart and creative. Also, they are pretty wise...they do not often give advices, they just don’t like given them, but IF they do they always give the best advice. When you look them in the eyes you can see that there is so much wisdom in them...if only they could see it themselves maybe then they wouldn’t be so hard on themselves.

Underfell Frisk: somehow they are even friendlier than Classic Frisk, and also more determined. And that’s probably a good thing. Oh, and they are also very brave...not anyone would give these Monsters so many chances. Who knows how many times Underfell Frisk had to fight each of the Boss Monsters? But they never gave up. Somehow they always see the good side in Humans and in Monsters which is why they are very trusting maybe even naive. They're also very understanding and empathetic. Underfell Frisk does not really flirt...only a few times. They are very oblivious when it comes to flirting...they’re probably the only Frisk that can’t flirt. Even if someone flirts with them, they don’t get it until someone explains it to them. But they do not get flustered...they just nod.They are very generous, and love giving gifts, but they do also like receiving them. Usually they have a small, friendly smile on their face...it is extremely rare to see them angry or annoyed. They’re also very curious and smart. Their Hobbies are hanging out with their friends, meeting new people/monsters, going on an adventure and drawing. While they do not really have a favorite music genre they do have a favorite music band, and it’s Imagine Dragons. Their Hogwarts house is Gryffindor...they are very brave, but they are not the “loud” Gryffindors. They are a smart Gryffindor who is also very brave and reckless. Although their determination to make friends with anyone in the Underground could be a Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor trait. So, they could be a Gryffinpuff as well.

Underfell Chara: They are more anxious than the other Charas...,and way more quieter. Underfell Chara is more or less a lone wolf, they like to be by themself. This doesn’t mean that they don’t want any friends...in fact they do have a few friends. Although the most of them are Monsters. They just do not need to hang out with other people every single day. Both Humans and Monsters weren’t very kind to them, but if they have to choose who they would want to live with, they would choose Monsters since they never really hurt them. In some way she understands the Monsters because they also have difficulties being kind.They remember the time when Monsters weren’t that violent (and edgy). The Dreemurrs were all most of the time very kind and generous, even though Asriel loved to mess with them sometimes. They don’t trust easily, but they are willing to give someone a chance...only one. And they are very blunt sometimes they say things without thinking because of this humans often don’t like them. Humans have issuse exepting the truth.They are generous, and do like sharing things with others. Even though they have problem interacting with strangers, but they are surprisingly very polite despite that once they come out of their shell they always say very interesting things. They have a great memory and they are very good at drawing. While they other aren’t bad at drawing...Underfell Chara would be the only to become an artist, and they would also be very successful at it. They also like music a lot the only music Genre that they do not like is probably Rap or Hip Hop. Underfell Chara is very creative and intelligent. While they are not really a fan of Puzzles and Riddles, they are very good at them. Their Hogwarts house would be probably Ravenclaw due to their creativity, intelligent, and their also a quick-thinker.

Swapfell Frisk: the introvert Frisk. While the other Frisks are more or less an extrovert this Frisk is definetly an introvert. They are also very anxious. This Frisk has trust issues and they hate humans. They are not willing to give them a chance...why should they?. Well, you could say they are an introvert with Humans, and with Monsters they are an extrovert. They are very hardworking and a loyal friend. They always put others first and themselves second. Swapfell Friks is good at all ot of thing even though they don’t see it themselves. They are very insecure which is why they do not like hanging around Humans since humans are more judging then Monsters are. They love hanging out with their family the most...they do not have a lot of friends. But the few they have are the ones they trust the most. Also they are very generous, they are always donating food and money to the ones that need them. They also would risk their life for others without exepting anything in return. Their Favorite music is surprisingly hard rock and metal. Their Hogwarts house would probably be Huffelpuff since they are very selfless, and all-rounded.

Swapfell Chara: the grumpiest Chara. They are always annoyed. While they also are very determined to help the monsters they are less friendly and more loud about it. They won’t hesitate to simply yell at the Monsters. They do not fear anything as it seems. The moment they’ve met Swapfell! Alphys they simply scolded her for being so violent and mean. (Although Swapfell! Alphys face was priceless)They are also easily annoyed..(and they also have a short temper). Swapfell Chara has a cold expression but that’s only when they are not yelling at anyone. And this Swapfell! Temmie annoyes her the most. Oh, they are also very stubborn..they can argue for a very long time. They always need to have the last word. Swapfell! Chara is probably the loudest Chara. Their personality is like a light switch they get angry pretty fast, but they also calm down just as fast. Swapfell! Chara is good at sports, and at video games.They are always listening to music it helps them to calm down, and to relax a bit. Their favorite music genre would probably be something that helps you relax so, probably instrumental or classic maybe a little bit of pop, too. Their Hogwarts house is Gryffindor since they are very brave (I guess), and they have a very “fiery” personality. Gryffindors definetly have a short temper since the others houses are more calmer. And they are also very stubborn.

Storyshift Frisk (Shifty): they are very cautious and unsure. They have a shy side and a flirting side. At first they are very shy and do not talk much, but as soon as they get warmed up to someone than they are showing their firting side. They are a big flirt, but they are mostly an oblivous flirt. Sometimes they flirt without even noticing it. They get flustered pretty easily though. Usually they get very shy when someones compliments them. Shifty is also very friendly and polite, but also very open minded and curious. But they are not reckless, they often hesitate before making a decision or going somewhere. It’s very easy to make friends with them. While they do not trust that easily...they give chances...sometimes even too much. They are very determined, too. Shifty loves playing with their friends...they are bit more childish than the other Frisks. They love both watching TV, mostly Anime but also some Cartoons, and reading Books. Shifty is not much of a painter tough, they are more of a musican. They can play a lot of instrument and they listen to every music genre. Of course they likes some music genres more and some less, but in general they are okay with anything. Their Hogwarts house would probably be Huffelpuff or maybe Ravenclaw since they are both extremley loyal and very curious. They are a Ravenpuff/Huffelclaw.

Storyshift Chara: The ultimate tease. They just love to tease and mess with people. Out of all Charas they are the most flirty one. They are is a compliment in almost every sentence. They are always using nickname it is very rare for them to call someone by their real/full name. Also, they are very charismatic and calm. Despite their teasing, calm nature they getting easily offended. They do not like when people call them “cute” since it makes them blush. But they do not get flustered easily it just that they do not see themself as the “cute” one instead they see themselves as the “cool” one. Storyshift Chara also has a serious side, they know that Monsters are very delicate and they are determined to help them. They forgive way easily than the other Charas do. They are can play piano, and are actually verd good with it do despite the fact that they haven’t played it that much. Storyshift Chara loves pranking people with ketchup they considere it’s a hobby. They are very protective of their family (and Monsters in General). It’s kinda surprising that they do not have a lot more friends, but maybe it’s because they are just too lazy to find new ones. They’re not really good with changes and new things. Their favorite music genres are jazz and pop, but they do pretend that they like Rap just so that they can mess with people who do not like it. If they know a person that doesn’t like rap they will definetly play rap music near them. I think their Hogwarts house would be either Huffelpuff or Gryffindor, but I kinda wanna see them in Slytherin, too.

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timbertumbr · 4 years ago

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Boneafide Gamer (A Reverse Harem Fic)

Chapter 3, Merchants and Mascots

First chapter

Quotev Link

Thank you to my friend for helping me with the puns.

List of Usernames with Nicknames-

Blue (Underswap Sans): Magnificent Blueberry

Stretch (Underswap Papyrus): Carrot

Edge (Underfell Papyrus): Captain

Red (Underfell Sans): Red

Mal (Swapfell Sans): Maleficent

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): Rus

Oak (Horrortale Sans): Oak

Willow (Horrortale Papyrus): Willow

Papyrus (OG or Undertale Papyrus): Coolskeleton95

Sans (OG or Undertale Sans): Sansational

-The next day-

Since you didn’t have to go into work today, you decided to properly grind gold and EXP(erience) in Basic so you can explore a bit more without fear of dying and losing everything. You log into the virtual world and see that there were still a lot of people on the server. Shrugging it off, you are navigating the starting town back to the fields when you pass a certain street and a pair of VERY familiar skeletons.

You backtrack and take a proper look at them, they looked practically identical to Blue and Stretch. The tall one was moving around crates while the short one was… snoozing? In a game? You decided not to question it as you looked at their makeshift stand that had a sign reading “Oak and Willow’s Merchant Stand” Huh, that’s their usernames.

“Straight to the point. Nice,” You complimented aloud, the tall skeleton flinched and turned around quicker than you could say “What the fuuuuu-”

“You!” He said excitedly. You look around the street before pointing to yourself.

“Me?” You ask, earning a nod from the skeleton.

“You’re The Game Store Employee That Made Puns With My Cousin And Brother!” He states matter-of-factly. Wait a minute-

“Yeah, that’s me. But how did you know?”

“I Never Forget A Face, Nyeh Heh Heh! Er… Voice, In This Case,” Impressive. He holds out a hand and you take it.

“My Name Is Willow! And This Is My Brother Oak!” He Introduced.

“Sup,” You hear a familiar deep voice say as you jump from surprise, Oak chuckles.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” You calm your racing heart and accept his apology. Wait, they look different from when you saw them at the store. Oak didn’t have his head wound or big red eye… Perks of being able to make customizable avatars.

“Nice to meet you both, I’m Fart!” The brothers snickered before Willow returned to moving crates.

“Likewise! Unfortunately, We Cannot Talk For Long. We Have Much Work To Do!” You nod and look at the small amount of crates.

“Anyway I could help?” You offer, Willow stacks a crate onto another before looking at you.

“I Appreciate The Offer But I Wouldn’t Want To Trouble You,” Willow explains, you shake your head.

“It’s no trouble for me at all. I’m going to the fields anyway. You DO need more supplies right?” You ask, uncertain if your hunch is right or not. Willow tapped his foot with a thoughtful expression before nodding.

“W-Well, If You Insist. But, With One Condition,” You nod, showing you were listening.

“You Be Our Friend! O-Only If You Want To, Of Course,” Awww, how could you say no to such a gentle kind soul?

“You got yourself a deal buddy! I’ll be back with LOADS of stuff!” You exclaim before running off. Willow squeaked after they left and a rush of excited energy rushed through him.

“Sans! Sans! Did you hear that?! They Called Me ‘Buddy!’” Oak smiles at his brother before letting Willow talk his metaphoric ears off while putting that excited energy to good use by stocking their current items.

Meanwhile, you were excitedly picking up any herbs, creature drops, and anything you could find really. Plus, you’d be able to get the EXP and Gold you needed while helping someone else so it was a win-win!

“SAAAAAAANS!” You hear someone yell from within a nearby cave. Confused and concerned, you place the supplies in your hand into your bag before making your way into the cave. You stop when you see a large cavern with two skeletons surrounded by spiders. WHY IS IT ALWAYS SKELETONS?! “SANS, HELP ME WITH THE SPIDERS!”

“Can’t. ‘M stuck,”

“THERE IS ONE WEB ON YOU!”

“I know, how will I weave my way out of this sticky situation?”

“SAAAAAAANS!” AS much as you wanted to keep hearing their amusing banter, they were about to die from low level spiders. So without wasting any more time, you slayed the spiders and collected the drops.

“WOWIE! THAT WAS NEAT!” Complemented the tall skeleton named “Coolskeleton95.” You smile at him.

“Thanks, but please try to be careful next time. You would’ve lost your stuff if you died,” Coolskeleton nods.

“WILL DO! THANK YOU FART!” The short skeleton named “SANSational” started snickering.

“Yeah, glad you caught wind of our situation,” You snort at the pun while Coolskeleton glared at SANSational. Wait- have you seen Coolskeleton95 somewhere? Hmmm…

“Well, it was nice to meet you two but I gotta drop some supplies off to some new merchants,” You explain, about to leave when Coolskeleton speaks up.

"YOU'RE HELPING OAK AND WILLOW?" He asks excitedly, dumbfounded, you nod.

"WOWIE! SO ARE WE! IS IT ALRIGHT IF WE GO TOGETHER?" So many sweet skeletons!

"Of course!" And off you three went when you suddenly remembered where you saw Coolskeleton95 from.

"Wait a minute, are you Papyrus? The monster mascot?" You suddenly ask, He smiles widely.

“INDEED I AM!” Papyrus exclaims, you stare up at the skeleton in awe.

“Oh wow! It’s such an honor to meet you! You’re the coolest!” Papyrus chuckles.

“WHY THANK YOU! IT’S ALWAYS A PLEASURE TO MEET A FAN!” You smile widely when you realize something. Didn’t Blue call Carrot “Papy?” And Papyrus looks strangely like Willow, Edge, Stretch and Rus! The heck is going on…

Before you could come up with a possible explanation, you all arrived back at the town and in front of Oak and Willow’s Merchant Stand, huh, that was… quick.

“Wowie, You’re Back Already? And With Sans and Papyrus too!” Willow exclaims. Heh, Sansational…

“Yup, and I got some good stuff!” You say as you hand him the bag full of supplies to him, Papyrus doing the same with a small bag. Willow’s eye lights seem to light up.

“Goodness, This Is Quite The Haul. Thank You All So Much!” Papyrus nods proudly, wait, they all have the same avatar with different clothes? This is getting weirder and weirder by the minute.

“YOU’RE WELCOME WILLOW! BUT I MUST BE OFF! I HAVE TO HELP NEW PLAYERS GET USED TO THE GAME! (THIS GAME COULD HELP FURTHER THE BOND BETWEEN MONSTERS AND HUMANS!)” And off he went towards the hub of the town.

“I’m glad I was able to help, do you guys want my Discord?” You ask, Willow squeaks.

“Y-You Don’t Have To-”

“Well, I insist,” You counter quickly, Willow sighs but smiles.

“If That’s The Case, Yes Please!” You friend each other on Discord while Oak was having a quiet conversation with Sans.

“Oookay! Now we can talk whenever we want! It was nice meeting you all but I gotta go get back to grinding,” You explain, Willow smiles.

“Alright, Good Luck Friend Fart!” Willow says as Oak waves. And off you went to the fields again with a short skeleton in tow, Sans. You raise a brow as you look over your shoulder.

“Do you need something?” You ask confused, the short skeleton shrugs.

“Just want to know who my cousins are interacting with,” He states, ah, that makes sense.

“And with that being said, mind me asking some questions while you ‘grind?’” Oh, he’s being cautious. Understandable.

“Sure, I don’t mind,” You answer as you bring out your multiweapon to attack the nearby slimes. And while you attacked slimes, he asked questions. At first the questions were simple, like “favorite food” or “favorite color.” Then it moved to more specific questions like “What is your view on monsters?” “What do you do for a living” You tried your best to answer the questions as vaguely yet informative as you could since, well, he was a stranger. He seemed content with the answers.

“Welp, that’s all I needed to know. Thanks for letting me rib ya pal. You have fun with your ‘grinding.’ See ya,” Sans says before walking away. Okay… that was odd. You shrugged it off and continued grinding until the crack of dusk.

Right, now onto the fun part. Actual Plot.

Next Chapter

#Not this shit again...#Underswap Papyrus #Underswap Sans #Underfell Papyrus #Underfell Sans #Swapfell Sans #Swapfell Papyrus #Horrortale Papyrus #Horrortale Sans #Undertale Sans #Undertale Papyrus #Sans #Papyrus #X Reader #Reverse Harem

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