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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 4 months ago

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Skeleton wakes up in the middle of the night. The house is burning and his S/O is already unconscious next to him. What does he do?

Undertale Sans - Sans stays calm. He gently picks up his S/O and teleports outside. He lays them in the grass, makes sure they're breathing ok, then he teleports back inside to fetch his phone and grab all he can carry to save it. He then calls the firefighters and simply sits next to his S/O, making sure they're still breathing and shaking them a bit to encourage them to wake up. He's a bit in shock though when the rescue finally arrives. The teleportations tired him out and it's too early for him to fully realise the gravity of what just happened. But that's fine. His S/O is fine. He can build another house. It's not what matters right now.

Undertale Papyrus - Papyrus is up and ready in three seconds. He picks his S/O, throws them on his shoulder like a potato bag and simply glitches through the wall. He hates using this magic, but at desperate times, desperate magic. He kinda walks in the sky for a solid three minutes, collecting his thoughts, then he puts down his S/O (still in the sky, somehow) and decides to use his garden hose to try to save the house. Turns out he's quickly overwhelmed and decides maybe it's best to call for help after all, so he calls the rescue services. He has no idea what even happened, and he's a little too agitated to realize. He snaps out of it when his S/O wakes up screaming in the sky, completely panicking as they're three meters up the ground. Papyrus stops his magic and makes them fall in his arms.

Underswap Sans - He does his best to keep his calm and opens the door. He grabs his S/O and slowly makes his way out, paying attention to the creakings, scared the house might collapse on them. He calls for rescue right away, as he drags his S/O far from the house Waiting for them, he immediately starts to investigate, not understanding how it could happen. He quickly finds a broken window and some oil on the grass. Someone is going to have a very bad time.

Underswap Papyrus - He's paralyzed with fear, trying desperately to wake up his S/O. It doesn't work, and eventually, he starts to struggle to breathe as well. Honey knows that opening the door will do worse, so he takes his S/O on the floor, trying to get close to the oxygen. Even that is not enough however. He just has time to call Blue on his phone for help before he passes out. He wakes up at the hospital, confused, next to his S/O. A good part of his bones are definitely not normal dark grey colour and he's in agonizing pain. His S/O looks like a mummy as well because of all the bandages. But they're alive. That's going to be a very long recovery and they both are going to keep scars for life.

Underfell Sans - He wakes up with the headache of a lifetime after he head a loud noise. He never thought his phobia of loud noises could save him, but that's pretty much the reason why he's still alive. The house immediately collapses on his head. Red just has the time to jump on his S/O and summon a ton of bones to protect them and then he passes out again. He's so confused when he wakes up at the hospital, and that's Edge that explains to him what happened. Red can't really believe they got out of there alive, but they did.

Underfell Papyrus - He heard Doomfanger's panicked meows and immediately jumped awake, realizing the room was on fire. His survival instincts kick in. He grabs his S/O in one hand, Doomfanger in the other, and kicks the window. He jumps from the first floor and quickly drags everyone out safely. He goes to the neighbors for help, as he doesn't have time to pick up his phone. He's quite pissed off about this, but that's not like he could do more. He watches over his S/O and his cat, waiting for the rescue services.

Horrortale Sans and Papyrus - Willow smelled it first and forced his back to move, only fueled with adrenaline. He opens his brother's room and shakes him until he wakes up, confused. Oak immediately starts to panic seeing the flames, but Willow can't carry his brother's S/O so he begs him to calm down. Somehow, it works and Oak follows him in the corridor, holding his S/O. The only problem is that Willow feels quickly light-headed since he can't crawl to reach the fresh air. Eventually, Oak has to take the lead to guide him out, supporting him so he doesn't fall down. Willow holds on until they reach outside and collapses immediately. Thankfully, Toriel and Grillby saw the fire from the distance and were already there to help. Grillby managed to control the fire to limit the damages, while Toriel put Willow and Oak's S/O in safety. Oak frees the animals in the near enclosures so they can escape before joining Toriel. He doesn't know how he's still holding on, but he does, following Toriel's orders to avoid panicking. Everything turns out alright in the end, but half of the farm is gone. Luckily for them, a lot of monsters know them and are still thankful for what they did for them Underground. It won't take that long to rebuild everything.

Swapfell Sans - Nox keeps his calm, and turns to his S/O, slapping them hard until they open their eyes. He then guides them outside, talking to them so they don't panic and, more importantly, try to stay awake. Once they're safe, slowly recovering, he calls the firefighters for help. Nox stays in safety, despite the urge to save some very important papers inside the house, but his S/O needs him more. Nox is not too happy when not five minutes later, he gets a call from the Queen saying he can live in her castle for now. He's pretty sure she noticed he was in a couple and did that to make sure he doesn't forget her. Nox coldly declines and goes to Rus' place instead. Toriel almost killed his S/O, it will be hard to forgive.

Swapfell Papyrus - The horrifying hell-honking of his agonizing rubber chickens is what woke him up. Rus kinda panics immediately, and even more when he notices his S/O is not moving. He picks them up, and not knowing what to do, decides to escape by the window. The problem is that he's not very strong so... Yeah. He throws his S/O by the window, hoping they crash in the bushes lmao. Thankfully they did! But still got injured because, well. Rus landed on them lol. Rus feels so guilty, but eh, no one will know right? He drags his S/O away from the house. He's pretty sure he knocked their head against the big rocks three or four times, but he's trying. They're both fine, except for the many contusions his S/O got in their escape. The firefighters are there before he can call them, so he simply calls his brother for help.

Fellswap Gold Sans & Papyrus - Wine stays perfectly calm. He checks on his S/O, then picks them out to put them in safety, escaping by the window. He's worried for his brother, but Coffee can teleport so he focuses on his S/O. Except when he finally get to safety, Coffee is nowhere to be found. Wine starts to scream his name, running around the house to see if he escaped from another side, and just watches in horror as the house collapses in front of him. Wine is devastated, and immediately starts to dig to find Coffee, burning himself badly. Eventually, the firefighters dragged him back as he was screaming and insulting them. Two hours later, Coffee is found. When he felt the house collapsing, he hid in his closet, saving himself. He's weak and lacking badly some oxygen, but he's alive. Wine got the scare of his life, and he's going to be overprotective for a few days. Maybe he's going to keep a low profile for now.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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voidandabyssal · 7 months ago

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Heyy i saw your request are open :D, im sorry if this is cringe but can i get uhhhhh....can i get a uhh...can i get the lovely undertale and underswap boys with a tired s/o who came back from school or work

Some context:

One day i came back from school and i literally just pass out cold on the sofa and slept for a good 4 hours until my parents woke me up lmao

I wanted the boys reacting to that kinda scenario, would they be worried? Would they be chill? It's in your hands now 🥸✊️

Also thank you so much for be writing for undertale i love your works, please take as long as you need, no pressure

Take care 👋

Fear not anon, cringe is dead and I am busy burying it 6 feet under

Sans:

Sans spots you knocked out cold on the couch soon after returning from his own tiring job

He joins you right away

Sans doesn’t want to push you awake or anything so he just collapses on top of you.

Luckily he’s pretty light so him crashing down onto you doesn’t wake you up

If Papyrus doesn’t catch either of you two, then you’d both probably sleep until the next day

When you do wake up (likely to the sound of Papyrus’s lecturing) you accidentally shove Sans off of you

He goes crashing to the floor. The perfect wake up call for such a lazybones! (At least that’s Papyrus’s opinion)

Papyrus:

Like Sans, Papyrus walks in to you already passed out on the couch

He gives you the deepest, most withering look he can manage and exhales the most disappointed sigh he can give

You are spared the wrath of Papyrus’s lecture, for now! He is much too busy finishing up this year’s paper work!

(He can also see how tired you are so he leaves you be)

At least until it’s 8pm and your still knocked out, then he shakes you awake

Though he doesn’t lecture you

He really shouldn’t encourage such lazybones behaviour! But he also noticed how tired you were lately

He can make one exception, just this once though!

Blue (us sans):

Blue was too busy cooking in the kitchen to notice your long nap

When he goes out to get you ready for dinner he notices you

Weren’t you napping like 4 hours ago?! Blue gasps, have you turned into Stretch?! Has his brother’s bad habits finally rubbed off on his favourite human?!

He has a moment of silence for you before he tugs you out from the couch and plops you down on the dining room chair

Can’t sleep if you’re too busy eating

Blue also tries to feed you some sweet desserts! Then you’ll have more energy!

Then you can hang out more!

Stretch (us paps):

You’re so tired when you get home that you fall asleep on Stretch. Just collapse on him like as he lays on the couch watching the latest nabstation show

Stretch wraps his arms around you and follows you right into sweet, sweet unconsciousness

He wakes up briefly just to chase Blue off from bothering either of you

Then he carries you up to his room. There, now you can sleep fully uninterrupted for however long you want

He regrets doing that when you both wake up at 3 in the morning and have all the energy in the world

(You accidentally wake up Blue and now you’re both stuck listening to his lecturing. Send help!)

#cringe is dead #by a self shipping undertale blog #2016 cringe culture fears me #undertale #undertale au #sans x reader #undertale headcanons #sans undertale #voidimagines #papyrus x reader

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quichein-me-softly · 1 month ago

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reminisce w/ sans and papyrus

(Plot: Each night, Sans tucks Papyrus into bed and tells him a bedtime story. But tonight, Papyrus asks for something different—a story about you, Sans’ late lover and the group’s best friend, who passed away from old age. As Sans recounts heartfelt memories, the brothers reflect on the love and friendship they shared with you, cherishing those moments that still linger. — TW: death from old age)

(author's note: still technically a sans x reader buckle up, it's the bittersweet kind of angst)

Papyrus’ bedroom was as vibrant and full of energy as he was, bright red curtains framing the window and his collection of action figures proudly displayed on shelves. His bedspread, a bold, heroic blue with star patterns, was tucked neatly, and his beloved plushies were arranged at the foot of the bed. Despite the playful atmosphere of the room, tonight felt different—quieter.

Sans stood beside Papyrus’ bed, his hands resting deep in his hoodie pockets, watching as his brother settled in for the night. The routine was familiar: Papyrus would climb under the covers, adjusting his pillow just so, and Sans would sit at the edge of the bed, ready to offer a bedtime story. But tonight, as Papyrus tucked himself in, something lingered in the air between them, a heaviness neither of them could ignore.

Papyrus looked up at Sans, his usually bright eyes a little softer, more contemplative. "SANS..." he began, his voice gentler than usual, a stark contrast to his typical booming enthusiasm. "DO YOU THINK YOU COULD TELL ME A STORY? ABOUT... HER."

Sans froze for a moment, the question hanging in the air. Papyrus reached up, clutching his blanket just a little tighter, as if it could bring comfort. "I MISS MY BEST FRIEND."

The words hit Sans harder than he expected. He glanced down, the edges of his usual grin softening as he exhaled quietly. The small lamp on Papyrus' nightstand cast a warm, dim glow across the room, making it feel almost like a bubble, a space where nothing from the outside world could touch them.

"yeah, bro," Sans said, his voice low but steady, "i miss her too."

Papyrus shifted in the bed, the quiet between them lingering. He always trusted Sans to know what to say, to find the right words even when things felt uncertain. But tonight, it seemed even Sans was grasping for the right way to start. Still, he sat down at the edge of the bed like always.

The springs giving a soft creak under his weight. He leaned back, resting his elbow on his knee, and glanced over at Papyrus. The soft glow of the lamp highlighted the quiet vulnerability in Papyrus' expression. Sans felt a twinge in his chest, but he kept his tone light, like always.

"what kind of story ya want?" he asked, his voice soft, carrying the familiar warmth he used when he was trying to keep things easy, even when they weren't.

Papyrus adjusted his pillow, pulling the blanket up snug around his chest. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, lost in thought, before turning his gaze back to Sans. His voice was quieter than usual, full of that same innocent sincerity he always carried, but tinged with a longing that Sans knew all too well.

"SOMETHING... HAPPY," he said after a moment, his voice carrying a note of hope. "SOMETHING THAT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE SHE’S STILL HERE... EVEN IF JUST FOR A MOMENT."

Sans felt his chest tighten at that, but he didn’t let it show. He was good at that—keeping things locked away. He gave a slow nod, keeping his gaze steady on Papyrus. "yeah... i can do that." His voice was soft, but there was a promise in it. "got plenty of those."

Papyrus smiled, a small but genuine one, as he settled further into the bed. "GOOD. SHE ALWAYS MADE ME LAUGH, SANS. JUST LIKE YOU DO." His eyes closed, his expression peaceful but expectant, waiting for his brother to begin.

Sans looked at him for a long moment, his grin fading slightly as he let the silence linger, gathering his thoughts. He missed you too—more than he let on. But tonight wasn’t about that. Tonight was about remembering you the way you'd want them to: with smiles and laughter.

"alright," he finally said. "i think i got just the one..."

Sans closed his eyes too, letting the memory take shape, the edges of it coming into focus like a picture being pulled from a fog.

“there was this one time,” Sans began, his voice settling into that comfortable rhythm he always used when telling stories, “when she decided she wanted to learn how to bake. she had seen one of those cooking shows—y’know, the ones that make it look way easier than it actually is.”

Papyrus made a quiet sound of recognition, as if he already knew where the story was going. "I REMEMBER THAT!" he murmured softly.

Sans chuckled, a fondness in his tone. “yeah, you were there for part of it, bro. she started out all confident, had a cookbook open and everything. flour everywhere, counters a mess... she insisted it was ‘part of the process,’ even when there were more ingredients on the floor than in the bowl.”

The memory unfolded before him, clear and vivid.

The kitchen had been filled with the smell of butter and sugar. You stood in the middle of the kitchen, the cookbook propped open on the counter, your eyes scanning the recipe like you were deciphering an ancient code. You had this determined look on your face, lips pressed into a firm line as you measured flour and sugar, both already scattered like snow across the counters.

The thought of it made him smile even now.

"this is gonna be amazing," you had declared, giving Sans a quick glance as if you needed to convince yourself as much as him. Sans just leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, watching with that easy smile of his. "sure, looks like you got it all under control." You had nodded, though the kitchen looked like it had been hit by a small hurricane of baking supplies. Measuring cups clattered, and the mixer whirred as you added ingredients with more enthusiasm than precision. There was a streak of flour on your cheek, but you didn’t notice.

“she had flour in places i didn’t even know flour could get,” Sans added, his voice full of amusement.

Papyrus chuckled lightly from under the covers, his eyes still closed. "SHE NEVER WAS VERY GOOD AT COOKING, WAS SHE?"

Sans grinned faintly, shaking his head. "nah, not at all. but she had heart, that’s for sure. kept sayin’ she’d get it right if we gave her some time."

Time. The bitter irony clung to him like a relentless shadow.

“At one point, she handed me this... uh, spoon—i think?" Sans paused, the details blurred as a sense of dread settled deep in his bones. He was forgetting.

He clenched his fists tight, as if somehow that could hold the memories in place, hold you in place. It was all he had left of you—fragile, fleeting, and fading. Still, he continued.

"told me to stir the batter while she cracked the eggs. problem was, she missed the bowl—dropped one right on the counter.”

You handed Sans a wooden spoon and gestured toward the bowl with a flourish. "Okay, stir this while I get the eggs," you said confidently. He took the spoon, giving the batter a half-hearted stir while watching you carefully crack an egg. Well, almost carefully. The egg slipped from your fingers and cracked open on the counter, the yolk oozing across the surface. “you, uh, missed the bowl,” Sans commented with a grin. You had just shrugged, wiping your hands on your already flour-coated apron. "That’s fine. It's part of the process, right?" you said, a smile creeping over your features. Sans didn’t say anything, just watched as you cracked another egg—this time managing to get it in the bowl. You were nothing if not persistent, and he admired that.

“the kitchen was basically a war zone by the time she was done," Sans said, the memory clear in his mind. "but she didn’t care. she just laughed about it."

Papyrus opened his eyes slightly, smiling at the thought. "AND SHE STILL INSISTED THAT IT WOULD TURN OUT GREAT. SHE ALWAYS DID THAT."

The memory played on like a movie in Sans' mind. He could still see you, standing in front of the stove with this fierce determination, your hair slightly messy from concentrating so hard. You looked so beautiful.

Eventually, after much trial and error, the cookies were finally in the oven. You stood in front of the stove, hands on your hips, a look of proud accomplishment on your face, even though the counters were still a disaster and the mixing bowl looked like it had seen better days. "These are going to be amazing," you declared confidently, look like you hadn't a care in the world. Sans had just leaned back, arms crossed, watching her with that same lazy grin. "we’ll see."

“she finally pulled out the tray of cookies, right?” Sans continued, his grin widening a little. “they were... well, let’s just say they weren’t the most edible things in the world. hard as rocks. you probably could’ve used ‘em to build a house.”

Papyrus giggled softly. "I REMEMBER BITING INTO ONE! I THOUGHT I HAD CRACKED A TOOTH!"

When the timer finally dinged, you pulled the tray from the oven with an excited grin. "Behold!" you said, holding it up for Sans and Papyrus to see. Sans had squinted at the cookies. They were not exactly what you’d hoped for. The cookies were solid lumps, misshapen and blackened at the edges, but you still beamed like you’d created a masterpiece. "well," Sans had said, "they sure look... unique." Papyrus, full of his usual optimism, had grabbed one immediately, not one to be deterred by appearances. He took a big bite, his enthusiasm quickly faltering as he chewed—his face scrunching up in a way that even he couldn’t hide.

"SHE NEVER STOPPED SMILING, EVEN AFTER WE TRIED THEM," Papyrus said, giggling softly at the memory.

Sans laughed quietly, the sound more genuine now. “yeah, she just laughed and said they’d make great paperweights.’"

If Sans concentrated, he could hear you—laughing along with the both of them as if the whole thing had been an adventure instead of a culinary disaster. You never let it bother you, the mistakes, the mess. You just rolled with it, making light of everything as you went. That was how you were. Even when things didn’t go the way you planned, you made it fun.

“even though the cookies were rock solid, it didn’t matter,” Sans said softly, his grin softening as the memory settled in. "she had this way of making everythin’ feel easier. like it didn’t matter if you messed up ‘cause it was still fun."

Papyrus shifted under the covers, a quiet smile on his face. "I MISS HER, SANS... SHE REALLY WAS THE BEST."

Sans nodded, his own voice low, filled with warmth and a little sadness. "yeah, bro. she really was."

As Sans sat there, basking in the silence, his mind lingered on more than just the humor of the baking disaster. Beneath the surface of his storytelling, there was a deeper ache he didn’t show. That smile you always wore, the way you found joy in the smallest things—it stuck with him. It haunted him in moments like this, when the night was quiet, and Papyrus was listening intently, hanging on his every word.

Sans had always admired that about you, even though he’d never said it out loud. How you made even the most mundane moments feel meaningful, like the universe wasn’t so heavy after all. It wasn’t just the baking. It was the stargazing, the late-night talks, the way you understood him without asking too many questions. You just got him, in a way most people didn’t. And now, with you gone, he found himself wondering if anyone else would ever understand him like that again.

The memory of your last moments was sharper, harder to shake.

It was a quiet afternoon, the kind where the sun hung low in the sky, casting warm, golden light through the windows of your small home. Sans sat beside your bed, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets, shoulders hunched a little more than usual. He'd been there for hours, barely moving, just watching you. He didn’t say much. Didn’t need to. The usual banter, the jokes he was known for, all felt… insignificant. They couldn't reach you now, not where you were heading.

You had grown weak—more delicate, but never losing that spark in your eyes. You kept that warmth, that sense of humor that made the world feel okay, right until the end.

But even that couldn’t stop the inevitable. You were human, after all, and humans didn’t live as long as monsters.

Sans knew that.

You were lying beneath the covers, your breaths coming slower than they had just days before. Your body had grown frail over the years, a stark contrast to the vibrant, lively person he’d known for so long. Yet, despite everything, your eyes still had that twinkle—soft but bright, as if you were still in on a joke no one else knew. You smiled at him, even now, with so little strength left in your body. You were always like that. Unshakable. “hey,” Sans muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "how ya doin’?"

He could recall the way you’d held his hand, squeezing it weakly as your breath grew shallow, your eyes still filled with that same quiet strength you always had. And Sans just sat there, trying to keep it together, trying to make one last joke to ease the tension.

You gave a quiet chuckle, though it was weaker than the laughs he remembered. “I’ve had better days,” you replied softly, squeezing his hand as best you could. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep him anchored in the moment. He chuckled too, though it was more of a breath than anything. “heh… yeah, i bet. guess i’m not exactly helpin’ either. just sittin’ here… not even cracking a good one-liner. shame on me, huh?” You smiled again, that soft, knowing smile that never failed to pull him back from the edge. Even now, when you were slipping away, you were still trying to make him feel better. That’s how you’d always been. Always more worried about others than yourself. “I think… you’ve earned a break from the jokes,” you whispered, your eyes half-lidded but still focused on him. "Besides… I’ve heard all your best ones by now."

But the words stuck in his throat.

Sans gave a small shrug, even as his throat tightened. "yeah, guess that’s fair." He didn’t know what else to say. He’d always been good with words, always knew how to spin a situation into something lighter. But now? Now there was nothing to say. Your breath hitched, and Sans’s grip on your hand tightened instinctively. He didn’t want to admit what was happening, didn’t want to face the reality of the situation. You’d been a part of his life for so long—made it feel less lonely, less pointless. He wasn’t ready to let go, not yet. “you don’t gotta… do this, y’know?” Sans murmured, his voice barely audible. "you could just… hang on a little longer. for me." Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment before slowly reopening, your gaze softening even more. “Sans… it’s okay. I’m tired,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath now. "But I’m glad you’re here." He looked down at his hand gripping yours, feeling the fragility of your bones beneath his fingers. The world around him felt like it was closing in, shrinking until it was just the two of you in that small, sunlit room. You looked beautiful, even then. He could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall, each second reminding him that time was running out. You took a slow, shuddering breath, and for a moment, Sans thought about all the times you’d sat with him in silence, watching the stars, or those late nights when you’d laugh at his stupid puns, or that one time you tried baking with him and Papyrus, filling the kitchen with the smell of burnt cookies. It all came flooding back, memories layered on top of each other, but none of them seemed enough to stop what was happening now.

He felt so helpless, watching you slip away, knowing there was nothing he could do. Nothing but sit by your side, holding on, even when you were gone. When the last breath left your lips, a silence had settled over him like a heavy blanket. He felt hollow, like part of him had vanished with you. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to keep going.

Your grip on his hand loosened, and he felt the change immediately. “Thank you, Sans,” you whispered, your voice so faint it was almost lost to the air. And just like that, you were gone. He could’ve dusted away right there. The room felt too quiet, too still. The sun still streamed in through the windows, casting that warm light across your face, but you weren’t there to see it. Sans sat there, staring at your hand for what felt like an eternity, his heart pounding in his chest, but his body numb. He wanted to move, to do something—anything—but he couldn’t. All he could do was sit there, trying to process the fact that you were gone. Just like that.

Papyrus had been there, of course. His brother, ever the optimist, had been the one to pull him through, motivating him to smile through the pain. Papyrus was the sole reason Sans was still here, constantly pushing him to become the best version of himself. For you.

Papyrus found him an hour later, still sitting in the same spot, eyes hollow and distant. His brother had gently touched his shoulder, encouraging him to stand, to keep moving, to keep living. But Sans had never really left that room, not fully. A part of him had stayed there with you.

Sans wasn’t the same since. And in the quiet of his own thoughts, he’d made a promise to himself: he wasn’t going to let anyone else in like that again. Not after losing you.

He shook the thought away before it could settle too deep. He couldn’t let it get to him, not now. Papyrus needed him, needed these stories to remember you by, and Sans wouldn’t let his own grief show. That was his thing, wasn’t it?

But inside, he missed you more than he could ever say out loud. More than he let anyone know—not even Papyrus. And that promise? It was still there, buried beneath his grin. He wouldn’t let himself fall in love again. Not after you. You were everything.

"goodnight, paps."

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ticklishshenanigansau · 2 months ago

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LaughterLand - Chapter 6: Not Ticklish

(story by Mod Secret, art by Mod Kitty)

Sans could feel Papyrus's body jolt in surprise as he hid behind him. The enormous cat continued to stare at them. His eyes were intense and seemed to stare directly into their souls.

"S-Sans…," Papyrus stammered. "Did that cat just...?"

"Speak?" Sans finished his brother's sentence. "Yeah, it just spoke."

This prompted a low chuckle from the red, grinning cat. "But of course I can talk," he said, slinking closer to the pair. His voice was deep and he carried a posh kind of accent. "Look at the two of you, you look as though you've never come across a talking cat before."

"I mean … one or two maybe...?" Sans replied, the image of a group of Temmies invading his mind. "But … even where we're from it's not that common."

"I see … well how very droll," the cat mused. "And where exactly are the two of you from?"

"The Underground Realm of Monster-Kind!" Papyrus replied enthusiastically. Sans immediately shot him a look, causing him to pull back. Clearly, Papyrus hadn't learned his lesson about trying to make friends in this place.

"Monster-Kind, you say?" The cat sat down in front of them, his intense green eyes looking them up and down. "Well you'll certainly find different kinds of monsters around these parts if you stick around long enough." The cat began licking its front paw nonchalantly.

"We don't plan to," Sans answered, sounding blunt. "I think Papyrus and I have had quite enough of this crazy place. So if you could just point us towards the CORRECT realm of monsters that would be great."

The cat scoffed as it switched its attention towards its other paw. "My dear fellow, I can assure you that I know not of any other realm but this one."

"Oh, well, that's just great." Sans rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Then what kind of monster are you supposed to be?"

"Me?" The cat stopped grooming himself momentarily to look back at the two of them, expression giving one of bemusement.

"Yeah, that's a big grin you got on your face, what are you, some kind of Cheshire Cat?" Sans noted. "I suppose you expect us to believe that we ended up in Wonderland?"

The Cat let out another low chuckle. "Oh, you could say that." He stood back up to stretch himself out. "It's certainly a KIND of Wonderland, if that makes sense."

"Oh wowie…," Papyrus quietly marveled. "Does this mean we can expect tea and croquet somewhere down the line?"

"I'm afraid not, dear skeleton." The Cheshire Cat moved to get a better look at Papyrus, it was difficult with Sans doing his best to stand directly between them.

"Whereas, that Wonderland relied on the power of wonder and curiosity to sustain itself…," he turned to look both skeletons in the eyes, his eternal grin seeming to widen even further, "the primary food source for this land is … laughter."

Something about the way the Cat had revealed that statement made both brothers shiver. Especially from the way he was intensely looking at the two of them.

"Every living creature here…," the Cat continued, "...gets its food source from drawing out the laughter of poor souls who find themselves trapped here."

Suddenly it all made sense. What the Ghost Children had meant by the two of them being their 'food', why the animals and even the plant-life was after them. All this time they were all feeding on their laughter by tickling it out of them, suddenly the Cheshire Cat was beginning to look even more intimidating than he was before.

"S-So…," Papyrus stuttered. "Everyone here … feeds on … laughter?"

"Why, yes," grinned the Cheshire Cat. "And you see, that is precisely what brings me here. I could hear the most delicious-sounding laughter I believe I have ever heard in my entire being."

The brothers instinctively took a step back as the Cheshire Cat started to move in closer, his stance becoming lower as he moved into a creeping position like he was getting ready to pounce.

"It has been so very long since I've had my last meal…." He arched his hips slightly, shoulders hiked up, and paws reaching forward. He was going to jump. "And I am just so … agonizingly … hungry."

Sans gripped onto Papyrus's hand, squeezing it tightly as a silent signal to be ready. The cat opened up its lips, Sans immediately grabbed onto his brother to turn tails and start running.

The cat began to whistle his eerie song again. Sans and Papyrus barely got out three steps before they felt themselves being grabbed from above by the all-too-familiar feather-vines.

"AAH!! NO! NOT AGAIN!!" Papyrus screamed once he felt their familiar tangle wrap around his arms pulling him back.

But this time the vines didn't move in to tickle, only to hold them in place. Nevertheless, the brothers pulled and struggled hard to break free, knowing full well that this could turn worse at any moment. The cat's whistling came to an end as it approached them once again. Once he had concluded his song, the vines slowed to a stop, but still kept the brothers restrained in place.

Sans stopped struggling to notice this. He realized that the vines hadn't just come out of nowhere, it was the Cheshire Cat's whistle that had called and commanded them.

"How.… How did you do that?" Sans couldn't help but stare in awe, in spite of his predicament. He had never heard of this kind of magic before, and his curiosity was peaked alongside his sense of dread.

"Ah yes, you're probably wondering just why all of the wildlife scampered away after hearing my little tune, aren't you?" The Cat moved to face the two of them as they dangled there, tied up by their torsos and wrists over their heads.

"Well let me tell you. It's not any kind of spell or magical incantation. But it's more or less an act of persuasion," the Cat explained, his grin starting to take a more malicious shape. "A formal mode of announcing my arrival. A means of letting them know to back away slowly … because this prey belongs to me."

It dawned on Sans just how powerful this Cat really was. The only reason the animals let them go at all was because they didn't want to get in his way. If he was powerful enough to command the plant-life to hold them down the way they were, Sans was beginning to realize just how careful they had to be. This creature was cunning, he wasn't going to let an outside force come to stop him once he had begun to feed on their laughter. So if there was any hope of getting out of this situation, Sans knew that he couldn't allow him to get started, he had to stall him somehow.

"Well … that's not very generous." Thinking on his toes, Sans thought up a plan. "I mean … don't you think you ought to save some for other starving creatures around here?"

The Cat blinked. Its grin never faltered, but his expression changed to one of slight confusion. "And just what do you mean by that?" he inquired. Even Papyrus had stopped struggling to hear where Sans was going with this.

"I mean, I can't even remember the last time me and Pap had a decent meal around here," Sans replied, trying to sound convincing. "That's why we're out here too! We came looking for the sound of that wild laughter, was hoping maybe you could help us out?"

Even Sans had to admit that this was going to be a stretch to pull off. But he figured if they could stall long enough to figure out how to get away, it would be worth playing along. The Cat eyed them, knowingly.

"Oh, really?" he mused. "And here I thought you had said you had come from the Underground Realm of Monsters."

Sans swallowed, but thankfully his quick thinking came up with a good answer. "What? Do you think your realm is the only one that chows down on a chuckle or two?" The Cat's intense eyes were still burning into him, Sans continued to try and roll with his lies. "The Underground's … laugh supply … was in pretty bad shape. So we went looking for food elsewhere … then somehow we ended up here!"

If Papyrus could face-palm right now, he would. Instead, he just stared blankly at his brother, jaw nearly on the floor. Still, Sans went on. "We had heard that hysterical laughter you were talking about and thought maybe those crazy monkeys might have something to do with it … but then you scared them away and … here we are."

The Cheshire Cat sat down, humoring Sans by hearing him out. But still, even he couldn't help but chuckle at this ridiculous idea. "Very, very interesting," the Cat sneered. "But I think we both know that you're lying through that … rather remarkable smile of yours."

"Wait, hang on a minute!" Sans tried to pull his arms loose with his hands open in surrender, but was again reminded of his predicament. "If you let us go, maybe we can help you find where it came from!"

He tensed up as the cat approached his feet with a big fluffy paw stretched wide open. "Oh, but I think I've already found it," the Cat raised its paw, splaying out Sans's toes. "Now it's time to enjoy a good meal."

"Wait! You're wasting your time anyways!" Sans spoke without thinking. "Paps and I aren't even ticklish!" Sans could feel Papyrus's body jolt in surprise right next to him. What is Asgore's name had he just gotten them into?

The cat looked up, his eyes widened with delight. "Not ticklish, you say?" his grin suddenly looked even more sinister to the brothers. "Well, that would certainly prove that you were beings such as myself, for monsters of LaughterLand cannot feed on their own laughter." He turned away from the trapped skeletons, gears starting to turn as he was thinking.

"Sans, what are you doing?!" Papyrus harshly whispered, once the Cat seemed to be out of earshot.

"I had to think of something!" Sans quietly shot back. "Now just keep it together. Maybe if we can convince him that we are who I say we are, he'll let us go and we can find a way out of here."

"Are you sure?" Papyrus asked nervously. "That didn't work the last time, what about your … y'know…." He tried leaning in as close as he could to try to whisper even quieter. "...your secret sweet spot?"

Papyrus had a point, it was hard enough holding it in when the animals were going for their usual spots. But Sans had not forgotten how one swipe against the grooves of his back had given them away. Somehow, Sans just had to keep the Cat away from that spot, find a way to draw him away from that area.

"Don't worry," Sans whispered. "I think I have an idea, just follow my lead."

"I … I don't know, Sans," Papyrus replied as he stared at the enormous cat. Everything about him made him the ideal tickling monster. From his overtly fluffy tail and paws, to his perfectly tufted ears and extra long whiskers. Even if he had managed to avoid the major tickle spots on Sans, Papyrus wasn't sure that he would be able to handle what the cat had to throw at him.

"Pap, listen to me," Sans tried to look his brother in the eye. "We had to deal with a whole group of animals back there, he's just one cat. We can do this."

The Cat finally turned back to them. "If you're not as ticklish as I perceive you both to be … well then how about a little wager?" He narrowed his eyes knowingly. "If you can prove to me that what you're saying is true, then I shall gladly release you. Then perhaps we can pursue the source of our nourishment together. However…."

He approached them again, his green eyes seeming to peer straight into the depths of their souls. "Should you both prove to be as ticklish as I KNOW the two of you to be … you will remain here as my main source of food … for all of time."

Sans and Papyrus gave each other worried glances. Although they tried to keep up the facade of not being nervous, they could both see it in each other just how terrified they were. They both knew that if either of them failed, there would be no escape. But if they refused to accept this challenge then there would still be no escape. As much as a lose-lose situation this was, both of them understood that at least if they accepted, there was a small glimmer of hope. Acknowledging this, they gave each other a small, hesitant nod of approval.

"It's a deal," Sans said coolly.

"Wonderful," replied the Cheshire Cat as he once again approached Sans's feet. "Shall we begin with you then?"

He used one paw to splay out Sans's toes and the other paw to gingerly glide down his left sole. Sans immediately sucked on his teeth trying to hold in his breath. His ribs already felt the familiar ache from trying to hold it in earlier, but he ignored it and tried to stay focused.

With the animals, there was only an idea that they would let him and Papyrus go if they stayed quiet. With the cat, that promise was absolute. He just had to stay concentrated on that. But even he had to admit, staying concentrated on anything was proving to be difficult with the Cat's extra fluffy paws slowly dragging down his foot.

"I do so love starting from the bottom up," the Cat remarked as he started fluffing up towards the balls of Sans's feet. "Of course, when you're as close to the ground as I am, you can only go up from here."

Sans trembled slightly as he felt the ticklish contact on that part of his foot. It tickled, but he came to realize that harsher tickling seemed to be more effective on the balls of his feet rather than the light knismesis the Cat was presenting. He took small comfort in it being easier to hold in, despite his light trembling. However, it was quickly shattered once the cat had moved up to tickle his toes.

Light tickling was certainly more effective there. Sans gritted his teeth, eyes growing wide with panic and he froze in terror. He felt his fingers start to twitch and clench tightly as a means to distract himself. The Cat seemed to notice immediately as he let out a low chuckle.

"Ah, a bit sensitive around here are we?" He used both of his fluffy paws on Sans's poor toes. One tickling beneath and in between, while the other traced various shapes over the tops.

"N-Nope!" Sans stuttered quickly through gritted teeth. "J-Just.… Just don't … like being … t-touched there." It was so hard to speak, he could feel the laughter threatening to burst out of him with every syllable. "It…. I-It feels … c-creepy...!"

"Hmm … well I think it's a bit more than that." The Cat grinned as it dug a little further into his toes. Sans swallowed hard, he clenched his fists so tightly they started to hurt. He tried to overpower the ticklish sensations with the pain in his hands. It didn't do much to distract him, but it was enough to help him hold on until the cat stopped.

Sans breathed out slowly, careful not to make a big deal about catching his breath as the cat moved on to Papyrus. "Well, how about you?" The Cat walked behind Papyrus's legs and started brushing the back of his knees with his tail. "You wouldn't be sensitive around here would you?"

Papyrus quickly gasped, but composed himself enough to stop. This didn't go unnoticed as the Cat turned to face him. "What was that?" the Cat teased. "Are you ticklish here?"

"Oh-Oh, no! Not at all!" Papyrus stammered. "Y-You just startled me, that's all. Wasn't expecting … that."

"Hmm, we'll see." The Cat turned to brush the front of Papyrus's knees before moving towards the back again, noticing that Papyrus became more and more tense from the back.

With the Cat paying more attention to the back of Papyrus's knees, Papyrus was able to show more expression in his face when the feline turned away from him. He clenched his teeth as they were locked into a helpless grin, and he shut his eyes tightly. Just as he feared, the Cat's fluffy tail was horrendously ticklish, and Papyrus felt like he could detect every little wispy hair as it traveled back and forth across the pits of his knees.

Papyrus opened his eyes enough to give Sans a helpless glance. Sans returned his brother's worried expression, remembering just how close Papyrus had come to breaking with the animals. Still, Sans tried to convey some amount of encouragement through his eyes, though it was unclear if it was received.

Papyrus let out a puff of air as the Cat returned to face him, momentarily halting the attack on his legs. He grinned up at Papyrus, head cocked slightly off to the side, as if trying to appear cute.

"Are you quite certain your legs aren't ticklish, dear fellow?" he mused. "You seemed to be quite tense back there."

"W-Well … you know…," Papyrus stammered. "I-I don't know of anyone who enjoys having the back of their legs brushed by a cat tail." Even Sans had to admit, that was a fair point. It was well-played.

"Indeed…," the Cat replied as he hoisted his front legs up to lean on the front of Papyrus's right leg. Lifting one paw up, a single claw protruded outwards as the Cat began eyeballing Papyrus's knee. "I'm truly sorry about this, then." A sharp shiver ran up Papyrus's leg as the Cat began tracing small circles around his knee with his claw.

Papyrus tensed up as hard as he could, trying not to make it look too obvious. But the horrible tingling of his knee was quickly becoming too much to simply ignore. He forced himself to stay so still that he could feel his eye and the lining of his jaw start to twitch.

He tried Sans's method of clenching his fists together, but could still feel his breath come out in small bursts. He wanted so badly to kick his leg, or to at least pull on the vine restraining him, but he dared not move a metaphoric muscle.

"Are you quite certain that you're not ticklish 'round the knees?" the Cat teased. His suggestion, and mention of the dreaded 't' word nearly forcing a large huff of breath from Papyrus's throat. Papyrus didn't dare open his mouth to speak, so instead shook his head back and forth rapidly. Though he forced his mouth shut, his inside voice was begging and screaming for the Cat to move on.

At last after what seemed like forever, the Cat hopped back down on the ground releasing Papyrus's knee. "I have to say," the Cat said after checking the sharpness of his claw. "I'm impressed with your ability to hold back … truly I am." He moved back over to Sans. Sans's soul accelerated so quickly, he was afraid the Cat could hear it. "But … I'm afraid you're just prolonging the inevitable. I'll get you to crack … I always do."

"There's nothing to crack," Sans said adamantly, though Papyrus could still see the anxiety in his brother's expression.

The Cat began to whistle again. Sans and Papyrus jolted in fear as they felt the vines begin to shake. But the Cat wasn't commanding them to move, instead a separate vine descended from the trees. It carried a gigantic leaf amongst its feathers, almost as big as the Cheshire Cat. As he wrapped up his whistling, the Cat proceeded to step onto the leaf like a giant abnormal step ladder. The leaf raised itself very slightly with the Cat sitting on top of it.

Soon Sans found just where the Cat was going to target next … his hips. He curled his fingers in anticipation as the Cat reached out its paws and started mindlessly batting and tickling along his hip bones.

Sans shut his eyes tightly, fighting back the urge to throw his head back. He could feel his body starting to curl in on itself. He breathed out steadily, painfully forcing himself to stay still. It was so hard to ignore the soft bristling fur teasing along somewhere so sensitive. But at the very least, Sans was grateful that he was the one receiving the hip treatment rather than his brother. He was well aware of Papyrus's extra sensitive sweet spot where his hips met his spine, and he knew that if the Cat figured it out they would be goners.

Still, his ribs ached badly from the large swallows of air. It was painful, but no amount of discomfort could completely distract Sans from the agony of being tickled like this.

"Why don't you breathe?" the Cat cooed. "Surely you must want to let it out by now … don't you?" Sans knew that he was just toying with him, he wasn't about to let it distract him. The Cat let up and stepped his front paws back onto the oversized leaf. Sans opened his eyes and let out a shallow and steady breath. But the feeling of dread once again picked up once Sans peered over at the Cat to see it holding up its claw.

"Your brother over there seemed to have quite a bit of fun with this." He grinned sinisterly. "Let's see how you enjoy it, hmm?"

He hopped back onto Sans's spine and began swirling his claw around Sans's hips. Making little circles and drawing back and forth across the bones.

The tingling sharpness was absolutely horrible, Sans could feel his ribs physically start to shake and he held his breath. He tried everything he could think of to distract from it. Grabbing onto the vine, curling and twisting his toes, looking around in every direction besides where the tickling was happening. Nothing would alleviate the horrible sensations on his hips. He couldn't even fully grasp how something too sharp could tickle him this much. Every twist and turn that the dreaded claw took served as a new kind of laughter for Sans to painfully hold back.

Until at last it was over, Sans's skull felt so heavy with stress that he couldn't stop it from dropping. He realized his face had grown hot and that meant he was probably blushing hard. Still he tried his best to shake it off.

"S-See...?" he breathed out. "I'm .. not … t-ticklish...." When Sans lifted his head he jolted in surprise, his soul nearly jumped into his throat. The Cheshire Cat was right there in his face, apparently he had moved the leaf to elevate himself closer to Sans without him noticing. His grin was still unwavering, Sans realized that he hadn't seen it drop, not once, and it was haunting.

"I do wish that you would give up this charade and give me what I want."

The Cheshire Cat hopped off of the leaf back onto the ground. As he made his way back over to Papyrus, the vine with the leaf followed him like some kind of servant. Sans tensed, fearing for Papyrus and the possible discovery of his brother's sweet spot. The Cat hopped back onto the leaf as it lifted him off the ground once again. Sans held his breath as he stopped directly in front of Papyrus's midsection.

"Normally, I'm used to getting what I want out of a squishy belly," the Cat said after examining Papyrus. "But I suppose this bony spine will have to do, won't it?" Before waiting for Papyrus's response, the Cat turned and began brushing his tail against the front of his spine like a giant feather duster.

Sans breathed a quiet, yet anxious sigh of relief. He was grateful that the Cat had not intended on playing with his brother's hips in the same way he had done to him. But at the same time he knew that brushing along his spine was still dangerously close to that forbidden spot.

Papyrus's neck lurched forward, eyes bulging out of his head. Sans could see his hips starting to squirm as he fought the urge to twist them. His legs shook with tension and Sans could see him clamping down hard on his jaw trying to keep it all in. It may not have been his worst spot that the cat was going after, but it was still a bad spot nonetheless.

The cat began to switch up its brushing style. First by going back and forth, then by bristling up against one side then the other. By the time his tail was switching between quick flicks and slow agonizing strokes, Papyrus had tears in the corners of his sockets. He shut them tightly to keep them hidden away.

Despite his ever-growing anxiety, Sans marveled at how quiet Papyrus was forcing himself to be. Even with a spot as bad as his spine, his brother hadn't let out a single squeak or groan, no matter how badly he clearly wanted to. But even then he knew it was only a matter of time before the Cat would hit a spot that would break them, he had to really think hard about his next move.

"You might as well give in now." The Cat looked back at the brothers. "Nobody in LaughterLand can hold it all in … not forever." As Sans stared back at the Cat, he could sense just the tiniest fragment of tiredness in his expression. It was clear that the Cat was beginning to grow weary of this game he was playing with the two of them, and was getting frustrated for not being able to get what he wanted from them.

At last, he stopped brushing Papyrus's spine. Papyrus couldn't help it, he let out an exhausted breath of relief, the Cat turned to face him upon hearing this.

"Getting tired are we?" The Cat continued to grin wickedly. "Good. You'll be that much easier to break."

The Cat returned to Sans, and again the leaf followed and this time perched him up a little higher. Sans figured the next spot to go would be the ribcage. It was awful, but he knew that if he could just focus on trying to breathe through it, he would make it.

"Like I said," Sans replied lowly, "there's nothing to break. You're just wasting your time with us while the real source of food is getting away."

"Perhaps," the Cat purred. To Sans's surprise, the leaf had moved him to the back of the ribs rather than the front. Then it hit him, his soul started pulsating so fast he thought it would burst. It wasn't the ribs that the Cat was targeting next.

"I do wonder if the upper backbone would be more effective than the front of the spine,"

Sans gulped hard, it was time to put his impromptu plan into action. This unfortunately meant putting Papyrus back into the line of fire. Sans hated it, but he figured as long as it kept the Cat distracted from exploiting both of their sweet spots it would be worth it. He took in a breath, he had to choose his words carefully.

"Hey, Cheshire," Sans whispered as he felt his shirt being lifted up. "Just between you and me, I think my bro's been keeping a secret." The Cheshire Cat stopped and looked up at him with an intrigued stare.

"Go on…," the Cheshire Cat mused.

"I think his real sweet spot is the back of his skull."

Sans wasn't actually sure if Papyrus was ticklish there or not. In fact, he wasn't sure if there even was a spot on him that wasn't ticklish. But it was his best guess on where Papyrus might be the least sensitive. At least that way his brother could sustain a break while drawing the Cat away from the grooves of his back.

"Really?" The Cat's curiosity was peaked. So he immediately jumped off of the leaf to return to Papyrus.

Papyrus was so busy catching his breath that he hadn't even noticed the interaction between the two of them, so he was rightfully confused upon seeing the Cat come back to him after not giving Sans another turn.

"Wh-What…. What are you doing?" Papyrus panted.

The Cat didn't answer but instead eagerly hopped back onto the leaf, which took him up to meet the back of his skull. The Cat turned his body to give Papyrus's head a quick brush. Papyrus jerked in surprise, but there was no laughter. Confused, the Cat brushed back and forth again and again. Sans looked on, hopeful that he had been right about his brother's so-called tickle spot.

Papyrus couldn't help but twitch with every stroke of the tail. It was ticklish, but not enough to make him want to burst out laughing like with his feet or spine. If anything, he was fighting back the urge to twist his head and neck around to relieve the irritation.

But more than anything, Papyrus was still confused, and still exhausted from having to put up with the torture on his spine earlier. Why would the Cat skip over Sans completely? Why go to the very top, when he had been on a streak of working his way up their bodies?

Having had enough, the Cat stopped brushing and turned back to the younger skeleton. "Hmm … well that's interesting," he said as he laid his body down on the leaf. His green eyes looking Papyrus up and down suspiciously.

"What? What's going on?" Papyrus asked nervously.

"Your brother had mentioned something about your skull being the worst of your spots," the Cat replied, nonchalantly licking his paw.

"He did WHAT?!"

Papyrus looked over at Sans in anger. He had not seen the earlier interaction where the Cat had been so dangerously close to his brother's secret sweet spot. So to Papyrus it looked like Sans was trying to get out of his turn by pinning a different spot on him, that cheater! Sans stared wide-eyed at his brother's glare, honestly unaware if he was seriously upset or if this was still part of the act.

"Well, I can assure you that my skull is not ticklish!" Papyrus turned to the Cat, a mischievous smile forming on his face. "Unlike my brother's ribs that is!"

Sans jaw dropped. "Papyrus! What the heck, dude?!" Unlike Sans’s ploy, Papyrus absolutely KNEW that Sans's ribs were horrendously sensitive. He couldn't believe that Papyrus would betray him like that. Papyrus glared back at him.

"What? You sent him over here to me!" Papyrus accused. Sans groaned loudly, trying as quietly as he could to explain the plan.

"Pap! Don't you get it?! I was trying to lure him away from my—AGGH!"

Sans let out a startled cry as he suddenly felt the cat's fluffy paws start digging into his ribs. As the brothers argued, the Cat had snuck up behind him with the leaf to get at his ribs.

"Ooh, that's the most reaction I've gotten out of either one of you boys," the Cat teased. He turned to wriggle his tail under Sans's shirt to brush the underside of the ribcage, making Sans squirm. "Got any more tips by chance?"

"Mnh...! Hnnh!! Y-Yeah...!" Sans struggled to speak as he felt his ribs being tickled from every side. At this point he couldn't help but jerk around, he lost the chance to gain his composure before being tickled again.

"Y.… Y-You missed out … on—Hrnk! P-Pahap's t-toes...!" Sans was upset with Papyrus, and with his judgment being clouded by anger and the ticklish sensations, he spat out a really bad spot on his brother.

He panted hard once the cat pulled out his tail and the rib-tickling had ceased. The Cat slinked its way back over to Papyrus and pawed at his toes in the same way he had done to Sans in the beginning.

Losing himself as well, Papyrus threw his head back, tugging at the vines that held up his arms.

"W-Well...!" he choked out through holding back laughter. "My-My brohother's u-underarms—AGH! Are-Are t-ten times as … t-ticklish!"

Before they knew it, both Sans and Papyrus were locked in a battle of confessions. As soon as the Cat started tickling one of them, they would confess a true tickle spot for the other.

"P-Papyrus … has a t-ticklish neheck!!"

"Sans h-hates it … behihind the … knees!!"

"Y-You thought m-my ribs were … bad yohou sh-should see his!!"

"Sans has t-ticklish … cheekbohones!!"

"P-Papyrus is t-ticklish thehere too!!"

Finally Papyrus had had enough, before the Cat even had a chance to come back his way, he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"SANS'S WORST SPOT ARE THE GROOVES THAT RUN ALONG HIS BACKBONE!"

There was a moment of silence, Papyrus's voice seemed to echo through the forest. Sans's eye sockets widened to nearly the size of dinner plates. Papyrus looked at the unimaginable fear in his brother's face and realized just how bad of a mistake he had made. He gasped sharply.

"Oh … oh no! What have I done?" he muttered to himself.

The Cat gleefully returned to his leaf, and rose back up to Sans's upper backbone, chuckling lowly.

"So that's what started this little rift between the two of you," the Cat cooed as he lifted Sans's shirt once again. This time Sans couldn't help but whimper, this was it. His worst spot was going to give them away again! The worst part being that there was absolutely nothing he could do to protect it.

"I would say I'd make this quick, but well…." The Cat readied his tail, Sans shut his eyes and prepared for the worst. "...I'm just so hungry that I don't think I'll be able to control myself."

"WAIT!" Papyrus called out. The Cat froze, and Sans opened his eyes to look at his brother.

"There's a…." Papyrus gulped loudly. "An even worse spot than that."

"Oh?" the Cat let Sans's shirt slip back down as he turned to look at Papyrus. "And where might that be?"

"On me," Papyrus replied bravely.

"Pap...?" Sans began, fearing for what he was about to say next.

"My hips," Papyrus confessed, hanging his head. "The area where the spine meets the hips, that's my worst spot. So please, leave Sans alone."

"NO! PAPYRUS DON'T!"

Sans's body tried to leap forward, as if he had forgotten all about being restrained.

The Cat let out a haughty laugh through his teeth as he leapt down to go after Papyrus. "I knew it," he sneered. "You familial types are all the same, you do whatever you can to help each other. But in reality … you've just doomed the both of you."

As the Cat leapt back onto the leaf, Papyrus looked at Sans with an expression that tried to convey comfort.

"It-It's okay, Sans," Papyrus stammered, trying to be brave. "It's fine … this is my fault so…." He winced as he felt the Cat's front paws land onto his hips, and start inching their way towards his spot.

"L-Let me be the one who gives us away … this time...!"

The Cat reached Papyrus's sweet spot, and the entire forest echoed with the sound of his screaming laughter.

***

As Gaster had turned his back to read off his lab worksheets, he looked back to see something peculiar. A special enemy Temmie was curled up between Sans and Papyrus' still-unconscious bodies. It was purring lightly as it was attempting to take a nap between the two of them.

"Hey! How did you get down here?!" Gaster bellowed, waking the little monster from its rest.

"Shoo! Shoo! Get out of here!" Gaster rolled up his worksheets and attempted to swat at it.

The Temmie leapt from the metal tables and scampered off towards the lab entrance with a shrill little,

"Hooooooiiiiiiii!!"

Gaster sighed deeply. "Must have left the door open," he muttered. "Just fantastic, I'll never be able to get this Temmie fur out of anything."

If anything, Gaster was at least grateful that neither of his sons bore allergies to cat-like monsters.

#Tickletober #Tickletober2024 #Undertale #LaughterLand Story #Sans #Papyrus #Gaster

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Bad Sanses Adventures

Natural Resort

Masterlist

Note - I know there is not a lot of dialogue but I'm getting use to it, I'm trying to "act" or think like them (obviously not canon), but still enjoy!

One thing Horror liked to do is watch TV while cooking. He didn’t care what was on; he just enjoyed having some background noise.

Today, as he was preparing dinner, a program started playing. Horror sat down for a bit, waiting for the soup to boil, and focused on the program. It was about a resort where you could spend a few days in nature, engaging in outdoor and inside activities like hiking, swimming, crafts, music and much more.

“Maybe I should tell the others; we do need a break,” Horror thought as he finished dinner. As he was setting the table, everyone came down to eat. Soon, everyone was enjoying the delicious food that Horror had made. While Killer talked about his favorite anime. Horror decided it was time to share his idea.

Horror - “Umm, could we .. go to a, natural resort?”

Everyone looked at Horror, confused.

Killer - “Why? Not that I don’t want to, but why that place?”

Horror - “I saw it, .. on TV while cooking, .. I think it’s, .. nice place to rest, .. there are other activities too.”

Nightmare - *looking at Horror and then back at his food* “Mmm, it does sound nice. This weekend, we will go. You guys deserve it.”

Horror smiled and accompanied Dust as he served himself more food.

Dust - *smiling* “This is very good, Horror. Is it your personal recipe?”

Horror nodded, and they continued their conversation. The weekend arrived, and the gang was getting ready for their little vacation.

Nightmare - *in the living room, calling out* “Is everyone ready?!”

He turned around and sensed how Killer and Dust teleported, Horror appeared a little later. Nightmare opened a portal, and they all stepped through. As soon as they arrived in the lobby, all the humans and monsters started to walk away quickly, some even running. Everyone fled from the lobby as fast as possible.

Nightmare ignored them and stepped in front of the receptionist, who was shaking with fear.

Nightmare - *sighed* “I have a reservation under the name 'Night'”

The receptionist quickly nodded and began searching for their reservation. Dust looked around; he and Papyrus liked the place. It had a very relaxing atmosphere.

Papyrus - *floating around* “Brother, this place is amazing! We should really leave the suggestions to Horror.”

Dust - “Killer has good ones too.”

Nightmare - “Come on, let’s go.”

Everyone quickly caught up to Nightmare. They arrived at their luxurious room, which featured four beds, a small kitchen, a bathroom, and a mini living room.

Killer - *excited* “Wow! This is sooo cool!”

Nightmare - “Don't get too excited; you're sleeping outside.”

Killer - *surprised* “Huh?!”

Nightmare chuckled while the others laughed. Killer pout, out of spite, he chose the best bed, which had a great view.

Nightmare - “You guys can go ahead and enjoy the activities.”

Horror - *worry* “What about you, Night?”

Nightmare - “I need to check on some things. I'll enjoy myself after I finish.”

The trio nodded and ran outside: Horror dressed in hiking clothes and equipped with gear, Dust carrying fishing equipment, and Killer wearing his swim clothes.

Horror thanked the park employee, who quickly ran away, and began walking up the trail. He had a camera with him—something Nightmare had gifted him. He took pictures of everything; to him, everything was fascinating, from the blue birds to the little black bugs. He smiled and took a break near a river, sitting down under a tree and relaxing in the shade.

Just as he was about to take out a snack, he looked up and saw a deer. He quickly grabbed his camera and snapped a shot, smiling at the picture.

Dust wandered around the fishing area, searching for a good, quiet spot. Papyrus guided him to a lovely spot beneath a tree. Dust cast his fishing line and settled down under the tree. However, as soon as he sat, the little bell on his fishing rod rang.

Papyrus - *excited* “Brother, quick!“

Dust hurried to the fishing line and began pulling on it. He fought long and hard, but in the end, he succeeded. He placed the fish in a bucket filled with ice, recast his line, and approached his resting spot again, but before he could sit down, the little bell rang again. Dust sighed and rushed back to the fishing line as his brother cheered for him.

Killer was led to a spot where guest could swim underwater and see the beautiful scenery. He put on his goggles and jumped in, swimming toward the bottom. He looked around, admiring the variety of fish and coral.

As he swam further, he spotted a manta ray. Excited, he quickly swam toward it, gliding on top of the manta ray while being careful not to harm or disturbed the creature. He eventually swam to another part of the ocean, where he discovered some very unusual and beautiful coral.

Nightmare, after finishing some business, headed to the kayaking area. He had never tried kayaking before, but he thought it would be a nice experience. He climbed into his kayak and started paddling. It took him a while, but he soon got the hang of it.

As he looked around at the scenery, he enjoyed himself, occasionally glancing down at the crystal-clear water. He dipped his hands into the water, relishing at the cool sensation. Soon, someone else would also be able to enjoy this peacefulness.

One by one, the skeletons returned to their room, with Horror being the last to arrive. He had gotten off the trail and gotten a bit lost but soon found his way back. They all shared stories about their experiences and eventually fell asleep after an exhausting but exciting day.

#nightmare sans #horror sans #dust sans #killer sans #bad sans gang #bad sanses #horrorsans #killersans #dustsans #dusttale #horrortale #killertale #dreamtale

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timeofjuly · 1 year ago

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And Four Papyri in a Pear Tree

Chapter 1 - Smooth Operator

Summary: Rus takes you ice skating for the first time and despite some initial wobbliness, only one of you ends up on your ass.

Notes: The first chapter of And Four Papyri in a Pear Tree, my four-part holiday series focusing on festive-themed dates with Rus, Edge, Stretch, and Papyrus.

Tags: Reader/swapfell Papyrus, ice skating, fluff, established relationship.

Read it on AO3 or read it below the cut!

“lookin’ a little wobbly there, baby doll,” Rus teases, looking unfairly steady on his skates. Behind him, a vast expanse of glistening ice stretches out under the open sky, reflecting the soft glow of twinkling lights that adorn the perimeter of the skating rink. The air is crisp, carrying the faint scent of freshly fallen snow and the rhythmic sound of blades gliding over the smooth surface.

Your own skates slide perilously against the ice, your legs clenched tight to stop your knees from slipping out from underneath you.

“Nuh-uh,” you say, willing your fingers to loosen their grip on the barrier. “I’ve just got knives attached to my feet, what’s scary about that? It’s not like ice is slippery or anything.”

Rus chuckles. “c’mon, don’t’cha trust me? if you’re that scared, it’s not too late for me to get you a penguin.”

As if summoned by the cruel forces of comedic timing, a small child breezes past the two of you pushing said skating aid. They seem entirely at ease and as you watch, they remove their hands from the penguin with an elated whoop.

“Look, no hands!” they call out, presumably to a parent.

Your resolve, which has previously been a gelatinous mass quivering at the pit of your belly, hardens. Like hell you’re being shown up by a kid. “Nope,” you say to Rus, “I’m good.”

You aren’t, though. You’re nervous. You probably shouldn’t have watched that video about the top ten career-ending ice hockey accidents last night. Ah, hindsight. At least you’re wearing a thick scarf; hopefully that’ll protect your neck from any errant skating blades.

“if you’re sure,” he says. In contrast to the pitiful display you’re putting on, Rus looks completely at home on the ice. More graceful than he is on solid ground, even, though that’s not necessarily that high of a bar. There’s a natural ease to him like this, a confidence that you’ve only caught snatches of before.

“i’m ready whenever you are,” he says. His thick woollen sweater reads FESTIVE GUY and is a particularly fetching shade of eggplant. His cheeks are faintly lilac from the cold that nips through the air, his long, delicate hands encased in cosy mittens.

Those mittened hands are held out to you now. Anxiety flickers in your chest but then you look at him again, at how steady he is, how the long lines of his body are looser and more relaxed than you’ve ever seen them outside of the safety of privacy, and that gives you all the bravery you need.

You take his hands, the chill of the rink being chased away through your gloves. Your fingers curl between his phalanges in a grip that would surely be bruising if he had flesh. As you step further onto the ice, you wobble perilously, struggling to find your balance. Your ankles feel heavy and clumsy, your feet dead weight. How do people make this look so easy? You’ve never felt so unwieldy in your life.

“you’re okay,” he says, holding you steady. “that’s perfect.”

The standards for perfect must be low.

You’re too busy concentrating on not falling on your ass – no, hands and knees, the video you watched in preparation for this said that letting your arms absorb the impact is the safest way to fall – so you can’t articulate that thought into an appropriately clever remark, so you just settle on responding with a dubious look.

His grip tightens reassuringly – you feel like he’s holding all of your weight at this point - and he begins guiding you across the smooth surface. He’s making it look so easy, skating backwards with practiced, smooth motions. You feel like a newborn giraffe in comparison, if someone was to sneak into the zoo, strap knife-blades to its hooves, and set it out onto the ice.

"first lesson: find your centre of gravity," he says, his voice low and encouraging. "keep your knees slightly bent, and let the skates do the work."

“What does that even mean?” you say, a little panicked, but you quickly mimic his stance. It’s awkward at first – you’re ready to tip face-first into him at any moment, but with enough gradual, tiny adjustments, you start to feel a little steadier. The tempo of the music playing over the rink's speakers helps you keep your movements rhythmic, and you find yourself feeling more and more confident.

“there you go,” he says. Despite yourself, warmth floods your chest at the praise.

“I feel like you’re doing all the work, not me or the skates,” you say. “How the hell are you so good at this? I’ve seen you trip over your own bone constructs.”

He lets go of one of your hands to press a wounded hand to his chest and you flail in its absence, letting out a startled eep.

“hey, i am beauty and i am grace. ’specially compared to you right now.”

He snatches your hand back before you can really panic, but as you recover, you realise that you probably weren’t in any danger of falling anyway. One, you trust that Rus would catch you and two, you’re feeling a little steadier on your skates now. Maybe you’re getting the hang of this! The Zamboni isn’t going to run you over after all.

“Aw, you don’t think I’m pretty?” You affect an exaggerated pout.

He laughs, but his cheeks tinge purple. “’course i think you’re pretty. you’re my cute little baby squirrel, slippin’ around on the ice. like in ice age.”

“… thank you?”

“you’re welcome, scrat.”

Eh. You can live with that. Dude has tenacity you can appreciate.

Besides, all this teasing is distracting you from looking down at your own feet and throwing yourself off-balance. Rus continues to glide you around the rink and the sounds of the other skaters seem to fall away, leaving just the two of you and the sounds of your skates sliding against the ice. You gently lap around, each pass making you feel more and more comfortable.

“Still, there’s got to be a reason you’re so good at this,” you press. “There’s not some secret winter Olympics Underground I don’t know about, right?”

He snorts. “hah. nah, nothing like that. not much time for organised sports when everyone’s tryin’ to avoid being dusted. i just did a lot of skating on my own, back when i was in stripes,” he says, and though the tone is off handed, you get the sense that this is far more significant than his voice is letting on. “spent a lot of hours out on the ice. with enough practice, angel eyes, anyone’d pick it up. even you.”

He lets go of your hand again, this time to boop your nose. When he takes it again, his grip is far looser, and you find that you’re staying upright of your own volition. Part of you is tempted to let go completely and see what you can do on your own now that you’ve got the basics down, but fuck, the enjoyment you’re getting from holding his hand is overriding your competitive spirit.

He’s also still towing you around and you have no idea how to actually make yourself go, but little details.

“There’s not much ice or snow from where I’m from, so I never learnt,” you say. “We’d get this gross, dirty sleet sometimes in the winter, but not much else. I used to be so jealous of kids who got to have white Christmases. Did Black teach you to do this?”

Fondness colours his features. “yeah, he did. he was good like that. not many of the other kids liked to go out onto the ice, so i think he thought that if i stayed out there, they wouldn’t pick on me. when i got older, it was a good way to get away from everything for a while.”

You imagine a younger Black taking an even younger Rus by the hands and leading him out onto the ice, guiding him in the way he’s guiding you now. You wonder what being picked on as a kid looked like in their universe, that cruel, brutal place. You doubt that it amounted to simple teasing.

Your chest aches at the thought, but you quash it down. Today is a day for good things; you’re not going to dwell on a past you have no way of changing.

“You must’ve learnt some pretty cool tricks, then,” you say, pushing levity into your tone.

The words chase away the hint of melancholy that had been lurking on his skull. He grins at you, lazy and languid and confident, and says, “oh, sugar plum, you have no idea.”

The two of you both glide to a stop on the side of the rink. You let go of his hands and grasp back onto the barrier. You feel safe now to stay standing without his assistance.

“Go on, then,” you say, angling your chin towards the ice. “Impress me.”

He takes the ice, his movements fluid and confident. The chilly air echoes with the scrape of blades against the smooth surface, and he shoots you a mischievous grin. With each stride, he gains momentum, twirling effortlessly with a grace that makes you dizzy. Your breath catches as he executes a flawless spin, his body a whirl of controlled motion. The ice seems to respond to his every command, and he carves intricate patterns with finesse.

With a final, daring leap, he lands with a flourish, a triumphant smile lighting up his face. The ice seems to shimmer in approval of his performance.

As he skates back to your side, there's a glint of anticipation in his eyes, silently asking if he managed to impress.

And in that moment, under the twinkling lights of the ice rink, you can't help but feel the warmth of his efforts.

Fuck, you’re getting mushy. You can’t find it in you to be upset about that, though.

“well?” he says.

Your applause is muffled by your gloves, but the intent is the same. “That was amazing! Do you reckon I could learn to go that fast today? Oh, or even backwards? Both at the same time seems a little ambitious.”

“maybe just a little,” he says, cheeks flushed from your praise. “we can work on it, though. just getting you to go under your own power today is a good goal. that you’re standin’ with no support now is impressive on its own.”

You look down at yourself and then at your arms and huh, would you look at that. Granted, you’re not moving yet, but you’re getting there!

You cast your eyes back out onto the ring to see the small child from earlier gliding around the ice, skating aid now discarded. You point a gloved finger towards them.

“Do you think I could at least go faster than that kid today?” you say.

Rus looks amused but doesn’t question your choice of a benchmark. “maybe, but don’t stress if you can’t. you’re doing really good for your first time on the ice,” he says. “i don’t want you fallin’ and cracking your head open because you bite off more than you can chew. don’t worry, we can come back for more practice. if you want. it’s okay if you, don’t, though, i -.”

“We are definitely coming back,” you say. You’re determined to at least learn one trick before the holidays are over. “You’re stuck with me now, coach.”

“does that mean you’ll get one of those leotards?”

“If you wear one too, sure,” you agree. “Maybe we can get matching ones.”

He takes your hands again and starts pulling you around the ice, slow and deliberate. You do your best to match his movements. The two of you make another slow lap and though you’re too focussed to be chatty, the silence doesn’t feel awkward. He gives you the occasional helpful, if teasing, pointer and your confidence continues to grow.

“well, how’s your first time on the ice shapin’ up so far?” he asks you after another lap. “everything you were hoping for?” The words are joking, but you can see his sincerity.

Your chest feels all warm and soft and suddenly, you don’t feel the chill of the ice at all. You steel yourself and use your handhold to pull yourself closer to him, slowing your pace, and then let go of his hands altogether, bringing one now free hand to cup the side of his skull. Your gloved fingers splay across his zygomatic arch.

He nuzzles into your palm, sockets drooping.

“Good,” you say. Your voice is soft. “Really, really good.”

“i – heh.” He ducks his head, but he can’t hide the colour that flushes his skull.

In an attempt to recover gracefully, he takes a misstep, his skates catching an edge. Before you both know it, he's tripping over his own feet, arms flailing in an attempt to regain balance.

To no avail. He crashes down into the ice, bony ass first. You narrowly avoid getting taken down with him.

“Oh my god,” you say, unable to stifle the laughter that bubbles up your throat. “Are you okay?”

Rus attempts to clamber to his feet, trying – and failing – to get his legs back underneath him. With each slip back onto the ice, the vivid mauve dusting his cheeks deepens further.

Eventually, he rights himself, skull blazing purple. “’m fine. that was exactly what i was going for. grand finale. ta-da.” The words are said with accompanying jazz-hands.

Still laughing, you pluck one of his hands from the air and pull yourself towards him.

“Real smooth,” you say. “Come on, you charmer. I want to have another go.”

#papyrus x reader #swapfell papyrus #swapfell papyrus x reader #And Four Papyri in a Pear Tree

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ben-guy · 3 months ago

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Undertale Month Day 4: Toriel

UT month schedule

< Day 3 < ★ Day 4 ★ > Day 5 >

I've got a bit of a surprise lined up for y'all! The next 3 days... will be a trilogy of sorts! By which I mean all three stories will be about Toriel! This definitely isn't me looking for a positive way to say that when I looked ahead all my ideas for the next three days involved Toriel! Three cheers for three days of goat mom!

Toriel knocked on the door to the house with her free hand, the other one being taken up by an empty picnic basket. All over the lawn were signs of Papyrus' puzzle party from earlier in the day. Half inflated balloons, loose steamers, a spare flamethrower. Nothing unusual. From the other side of the door, a familiar voice responded.

"who's there?"

Toriel, as always, was ready.

"Lettuce!"

"lettuce who?"

"*lettuce* in, we have the groceries!"

Sans paused for a moment as he saw Toriel walk in wearing her new hat and sundress, followed closely by Frisk. Toriel noticed the momentary lapse in his normally unflappable demeanor, and smiled.

"What do you think? Blue looks quite good on me, does it not? I figured I should be properly dressed for our picnic."

Sans, never one to miss an opportunity, gave her a wink.

"uh, of course. you really *blue* it out of the water."

From the kitchen, a groan could be heard.

"SANS, TORIEL, IF YOU TWO COULD QUIT IT WITH THE PUNS FOR FIVE MINUTES, OR AT THE VERY LEAST MOVE IT AWAY FROM THE DOOR, I WOULD APPRECIATE IT! WE ARE ALREADY SEVERAL SECONDS BEHIND SCHEDULE!"

Sans turned to look back towards the kitchen, a slightly quizzical expression on his face

"we made a schedule for today?"

"BEING PUNCTUAL IS A FRAME OF MIND! ONE YOU SEEM QUITE UNFAMILIAR WITH!"

"you sure? last i checked, i'm as *pun*ctual as it gets."

Papyrus let out a tiny snort of laughter

"A CHEAP SHOT!"

In short order, Papyrus and Frisk started carrying the groceries in while Sans and Toriel began packing the basket in the kitchen. After a moment, Toriel went to the oven, removing a butterscotch cinnamon pie she had put in earlier that day, lifting it for Sans to see before putting it in the basket.

"Poor pa*pie*rus, we really do give him a lot of trouble."

Sans, quick on the uptake, reached into a pile of fruit, tossing a pear into the basket.

"we're a real *pear* of rascals, huh?"

Toriel grabbed a Tupperware of spaghetti that had been prepared for the trip.

"I suppose he does have a point. We really should be *spaghetti*ng a move on"

Sans reached for a pack of doughnuts and a chicken sandwich.

"donut tell me you're chickening out already..."

Toriel laughed with mock haughtiness, snatching a leftover slice of cake from Papyrus' party off the counter.

"Of course not! Beating you will be a piece of-"

From the doorway to the kitchen, Papyrus cleared his throat loudly.

"IF YOU'RE GOING TO TURN THIS INTO ANOTHER EXCUSE FOR PUNS, COULD YOU AT LEAST ADD A FEW MORE HEALTHY OPTIONS?"

All eyes turned to the basket, whose contents were at least 50 percent dessert by weight.

A few minutes later, after basket's contents had been replaced with something resembling a balanced meal, everyone finally stepped out the door. Papyrus turned around, searched in his pockets for a few seconds, and then scratched his head.

"THAT'S FUNNY, I COULD HAVE SWORN I HAD MY KEYS ON ME."

Behind him, Sans carefully garnished the quiche he had set in the basket with the house keys.

"oh, my bad papyrus, i've got the *key*che right here."

#utmonth2024 #my writing #undertale #toriel undertale #sans undertale #soriel #frisk undertale #papyrus undertale

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madbard · 2 months ago

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I want to talk about Phantom!Papyrus.

Not Dust’s hallucination, no. I’m talking fanon Phantom, Papyrus’ actual ghost, and what a genuinely cool character concept that is.

Imagine that you are Papyrus. You’re outgoing and outwardly confident. You’re a pacifist. You’re lonely, with only two real, close friends - your mentor Undyne, and your brother Sans. You would trust either of them with your life.

And then Sans kills you.

The circumstances of this vary depending on level of canonicity and personal headcanons. I generally imagine that Sans waits until he has a pretty high LV before attacking Papyrus, so the fight is over relatively quickly (not because Papyrus is weak, but because at this point Sans does so much damage per attack that it doesn’t take too many hits to win, and I don’t think Papyrus would fight back - not violently enough to survive, anyway.)

Papyrus dies… and comes back.

How does this happen? Again, up to personal headcanon. For this post, I’ll say he becomes a ghost due to the violent circumstances of his death, and follows Sans because his dust is on the scarf Sans carries.

At first, Papyrus would be horrified. He’d be furious with his brother, and heartbroken too - this person he loved and trusted just murdered him! Maybe there would even be a moment of him wanting revenge, wanting Sans to pay for what he did.

But regardless of his actions, Sans is still Papyrus’ brother, which means Dust is too. And this is where things get interesting.

As Papyrus watches, Dust makes his way through the Underground, killing indiscriminately. If this is really Papyrus’ ghost, he’d be horrified by what’s happening. He’d beg Dust to stop, try everything he could to end the violence.

It wouldn’t work. How could it? Dust has already gone too far. He killed his brother for this, he’s not stopping now. But after leaving Snowdin, he enters the domain of the Underground’s most dangerous fighters. Papyrus is left to watch in terror as his brother faces Undyne, captain of the royal guard and Papyrus’ best friend.

He has a decision to make. As a ghost, he can’t attack. He can’t get in between them, and he can’t make himself visible to Undyne. The most he can do is talk to Dust, argue and beg for him to stop fighting. So that is what he does - Papyrus takes every chance he can to fly in Dust’s line of sight, yell at him, distract him. And it works.

As the fight goes on, Dust becomes more and more distracted by his brother’s ghost. His magic attacks miss. He doesn’t dodge in time. For a moment, Papyrus is relieved - until he realizes that Undyne isn’t letting up. The moment Dust goes on the defensive, Undyne presses forward, unleashing attack after attack until Papyrus realizes she isn’t just going to capture his brother.

She intends to kill him.

Undyne steps forward. Dust falls back. Undyne readies her spear. Papyrus looks at his brother and beneath the hood he sees an icy terror wash over his face, a sense of defeat, desperation, and despair.

(What is worth more? His brother’s life? Or his ideals?)

Papyrus flies over. Years of training flash through his mind as he whispers into his brother’s hood. “As she raises her spear, send one bone attack into her side, and a second from above. She won’t be able to block both attacks.”

Dust attacks. Undyne staggers. Papyrus watches his brother kill his best friend.

At this point they’re both guilty. Papyrus refuses to aid Dust in attacking innocents, but if he ever seems about to lose a combat, Papyrus is there to point out weaknesses, tricks and attacks that Dust could never have seen on his own. At the end, when the human is gone, Papyrus is left to haunt his brother, watching the world around him slowly decay as he too deteriorates. What could he have find differently? How could he have stopped this?

There is no answer that could satisfy that phantom. He is bound to what remains of his brother, but he has never been more alone.

#I was planning to chat about Phantom and the bad sanses #but that’s a post for another day #yes I will put Handplates references in every Dusttale post and you can’t stop me #i know phantom is canonically a hallucination #and I love that too!! I really do #I just also like the idea of phantom being an actual ghost #ugh it’s not as in character as I wanted it to be but it’s sufficient I think #maybe I’ll do more with this concept #phantom papyrus #dusttale papyrus #dusttale #dust sans #utmv #utmv headcanons #madbard rambles #madbard writes

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werecat1234 · 6 days ago

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Merging Timelines Chapter Twelve

Dust gasped, clutching at his chest as a sharp pain hit his chest, or more specifically, his soul, and a sharp pain formed in the top left of his skull. He grimaced, shaking a bit as he looked out at Flowey and Skyler, seeing Flowey with his vines outstretched, but not attacking. He was instead looking at Dust with a dumbstruck and horrified expression, vines retreating back to the ground. Dust teleported over, panting a bit as he unwillingly shook. Something had happened again.

"Y-You.." Flowey trailed off, quivering a bit.

"Please, don't fight.. Flowey, I'm sorry for saying that, Dust... please don't... do that again... please.." Skyler looked over at him, giving him a pleading expression.

"you reloaded..." Dust managed after a moment.

"I didn't have a choice... I'm sorry..." Skyler apologized, "I just... I didn't want anyone to... you know... and... and Flowey, I..." Skyler started crying a little.

'way to go, dust, you made the brat cry.' Killer teased.

'killer, seriously?!' Sans sighed.

'ye- oh holy-!' Killer let out a string of curses, and Dust was sure he'd find the cause later, but in the mean time...

"hey, relax, kid. we're not gonna do that again... right, flowey?" Dust looked at Flowey, eyelights flashing red and cyan for a moment.

"R-Right... Definitely not!... ... You really did that in one hit... I'm impressed." Flowey said after a moment.

"intent, right?" Dust asked.

"Right..." Flowey nodded a bit, his stem lowering, and he lost whatever intimidation factor he'd had.

Dust heard footsteps, and turned around to see Papyrus and Undyne both running over, looking between the three of them. Undyne looked much more ready to fight that Papyrus, who looked ready to stop whatever fight was about to start, neither knowing the fight had already happened.

"FLOWEY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Papyrus asked upon approaching them, and Undyne had one of her spears in her hand, ready for a fight.

"don't worry, guys. it was just a bit of a... misunderstanding. that's all." Dust replied calmly.

"MISUNDERSTANDING?! SKYLER WAS RUNNING FOR THEIR LIFE!!" Undyne snapped, throwing her spear at Flowey, who disappeared down into the snow.

"RAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHH!" Undyne yelled in frustration.

"I'LL NEED TO DISCUSS WHAT HAPPENED WITH FLOWEY LATER, BUT IN THE MEAN TIME, SKYLER, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" Papyrus asked, kneeling down next to them.

"Yeah, thank you.." Skyler replied, yelping upon being picked up by Undyne, being flipped around in the air as Undyne inspected them for injuries, "U-Undyne!" Skyler yelped.

"Hang on, punk! I gotta make sure you aren't hurt!" Undyne told them, turning them right-side up again, their hood miraculously staying on their head all through Undyne's inspection. "You look good to me."

Undyne ruffled their head, giving them a toothy smile as she put them down. Skyler fixed their ruffled coat with a sigh, making sure their hood was still firmly up.

'dust! dust, it happened again!' Killer yelled in Dust's head, and Dust winced from the headache.

'killer, stop yelling, damn it. you don't feel that headache?' Sans scolded him.

'no? then again i don't really feel pain...' Killer appeared next to Papyrus, walking over to Dust.

Sans sighed, appearing by Skyler, 'look, you're gonna wanna get away from the others for this one... the new guy uh... he's...' Sans trailed off, unsure of how to continue.

Dust sighed. Oh boy... "hey guys, i gotta go check on something for a bit. anywhere i should meet you guys later?"

"PROBABLY BACK AT HOME. OH! UNDYNE, WOULD YOU LIKE TO CALL ALPHYS AND ASK HER TO COME HERE TOO? SKYLER IS VERY SET ON KEEPING A COAT ON FOR SOME REASON, AND IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE ALPHYS CAME BY!" Papyrus asked.

"Huh? Yeah, sure! Come on, let's head inside!" Undyne replied, grinning as she picked up Skyler by wrapping an arm around their abdomen, causing the wind to be knocked out of them as Undyne carried them back to the house, Papyrus following.

Dust smiled slightly, teleporting to a hidden and secluded part of Waterfall, specifically to the bench with the quiche underneath it. Sans and Killer appeared across from him, and Dust sighed, looking up at the two of them.

"what the hell happened this time?" Dust asked.

'weeeeellllllllllllllllll.... you wanna come out, buddy?' Killer asked, closing his right eye socket half way.

Who Dust could only assume to be the new Sans appeared between Killer and Sans, and... wow. He was a head taller than them both, wearing similar clothes to Sans, but his hood was more fluffy, and he wore a bloodstained T-shirt with some holes in it. The shorts were the same as Sans's, and he wore the same shoes as Killer, and yeah, all his clothes were bloodstained and dirty. What caught Dust's attention though was his skull, and in particular, the reason for the pain in the top left of his skull. His skull had a large hole in it, the edges cracked and jagged, and his left eyelight was the only visible one, and it was a large, glowing blood red, eye with a small black pupil.

Dust blinked for a moment, processing, before saying, '... wow.'

'hi i guess?' The Sans said, looking between the three of them, 'uh... is there something specific i should call each of you? i heard the name 'dust' before, but i don't know about the others...'

'oh, right! where are my manners?~ i'm killer, the one in control over the body is dust, and the normal one here is sans, but i call him lucky. he's the one originally from this timeline.' Killer introduced.

'that... makes some sense, but can someone please explain what the hell is going on?!'

'oh, gladly~' Killer grinned, teleporting to look up at the Sans, despite that not being very effective, considering the Sans currently shared Dust's point of view.

'oh no..' Sans sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

'well, my horrific new roommate, there's this timeline glitch, with the main timeline, this one, resetting or reloading and intersecting with other parallel timelines as it does, those timelines being mine, dust's, and yours. the more they intersect, the more fun stuff happens. starts with nightmares, then you're here and you can talk, as you found out, and then you can pop up, then you can get control over the body, and i'm the only one who's gotten far enough to be able to see from the perspective of where you appear, and i have no idea what comes next.' Killer summed it up surprisingly well, 'what i can't figure out is how the hell your timeline is so messed up. i mean all we really saw was you decapitating a human from the nightmare.'

'oh, aliza?' The Sans asked.

'... sure. anyways, now that you know what's going on here, how's about you explain how things got so screwed up on your end?' Killer asked, gesturing to his head.

'that's.... a long story... after frisk killed a few monsters, and thankfully mettaton, only good thing the brat did, they killed asgore and left with the other human souls. after that, toriel came back and took over, and said all humans were to be treated as friends, not enemies... that... didn't last long. undyne started a coup, and overthrew toriel, saying all humans were enemies, yada yada. anyways, core shut down after a while, i worked on it for a year, barely slept, couldn't figure out how to fix it. everything went into a famine after the core shut down, and food got scarce, especially since undyne hoarded it all for her bloodlust.

'anyways, alphys found out that my eye could power the damn thing, or she could sacrifice her voice and it'd work, but of course she was too cowardly for that, so she only told undyne about my eye. undyne jumped for it, and uh.. well... some stuff happened, and this happened' The Sans pointed to the left side of his skull, 'anyways, after i uh.. did some things, which may or may not have included lobotomizing alphys, i locked my eye in the core, because destroying it would kill me, and i was essentially immortal otherwise, and i'd grabbed this one from a guard before he could dust, and yeah, new eye. back on topic, i left, and told everyone undyne ordered humans to be eaten, but in reality it was so that undyne would be stuck down in the underground for a while, and everyone would have something to eat.'

Sans and Dust were both thoroughly disturbed by the end of the explanation, and Killer just looked thoughtful.

'i think i know a good nickname for you...' Killer said after a moment, causing Dust and Sans to look at him in shock, 'what? i'm good at naming things.'

'how are you seriously not at all disturbed by all that?!' Dust asked in shock.

'i can't feel fear. duh.' Killer replied.

'how much do you wanna bet that that's a lie?' Sans asked the other two.

'i'll bet my axe on it.' The new Sans said.

'i'll bet my slippers and socks on it.' Dust said, getting strange looks from the other three from his odd answer, 'what? don't you know how uncomfortable it is to walk on bare bone. the dirt and snow getting in the gaps?'

'yeah, that makes more sense.' Sans agreed.

'blood is harder to get off. so are chunks of flesh from between your bones.' The new Sans added.

'who hasn't had that problem?' Killer asked, and Sans raised his hand.

Sans looked between the three of them, sighing and putting his hands in his jacket pockets.

'... what was your nickname idea?' The new Sans got them back on topic.

'horror.' Killer said, confident.

'horror?' He asked, 'not bad...'

'thanks.' Killer smirked.

'you can pick what you wanna be called if you want, you don't have to go with that if you don't like it.' Sans informed him.

'nah, it's fitting. my timeline is pretty horrifying.' The new addition, or Horror, replied, 'so, flowey mentioned something about you killing everyone. what the hell is that about?' Horror asked, glaring over at Dust.

'your timeline kept going after frisk went through the barrier. me and killer... were a lot less fortunate. the humans in our timelines had a genocide loop established, where they'd kill everyone over and over again, resetting each time just to do it all again. i was the only one who could remember anything, everyone else was completely oblivious. after hundreds or maybe even thousands of resets, i killed everyone to gain more lv than the human in order to take them down.' Dust explained, looking down.

'everyone?... wait... you didn't... you didn't kill him... did you?...'

Dust sighed sadly, purple tears forming in his eye sockets. 'he was the last one i went after... and the most heartbreaking.'

'... how could you?' Horror asked, glaring daggers at him.

'we kinda didn't have a choice. either we killed him or the brat did.' Killer said.

'killer, shut up...' Sans muttered under his breath.

'how could you?!' Horror asked, voice laced with a growl as he glared at them both.

'horror, calm down. they-' Sans was cut off by Horror.

'i'm not gonna calm down! they killed papyrus! killer doesn't even seem to care, and dust probably doesn't care much either!'

'it is not a trophy!' Dust snapped, eyelights turning cyan and red, a purple flame igniting around his left eyelight. 'i never wanted to kill him! i didn't have a choice!'

Horror glared daggers at him nonetheless.

'horror, listen. dust was trapped in the loop for hundreds of genocide routes in a row. killer was trapped in his for thousands. killer is completely detached to death because of that, and dust... he was just desperate. look, i hate their actions too, but i also know what led to them, and i know what they felt as it happened, and... it was bad, horror. i'm pretty sure their emotions after it happened were karma enough.' Sans told Horror, who seemed to listen to him, and Dust's purple flame flickered out, 'besides, if they wanted to kill everyone, they would have at least thought about it by now, and they haven't. there was almost a genocide route here, and dust saved everyone from it. he got the underground evacuated, starting with papyrus. if he didn't care, why would he run himself ragged trying to save everyone?'

'... i still won't forgive them.' Horror said.

'and i don't expect you to, i haven't either, but i've still tried to get along with them, and i've managed to do so. they both have... issues, but i'm trying to look past that. besides, don't you think even the worst monster can change? do you think they can redeem themselves, if they just try?' Sans asked Horror, who looked at him strangely.

'...' Horror was silent, thoughtful, before sighing, 'i'll attempt getting along with them, but i won't say i won't snap at them.'

'thank you.' Sans thanked him, and Dust's eyelights turned white, 'so, you guys good?'

'i think so.' Horror replied, and Sans sighed in relief.

'i'm cool with him.' Killer said.

'i am too, and killer, you'd be cool with him even if he wanted to kill you. you're the craziest one here.' Dust said, and he saw Horror gain a competitive expression.

'probably not. you ever cut off a human's head for a pun?' Horror asked.

'nah, but i've stabbed them in the back plenty of times.' Killer smirked.

'heh. what about you, dust?' Horror asked.

'i haven't, but i've killed them in plenty brutal ways.' Dust said, and he noticed the conversation getting rid of some of the tension.

'rip their bones out of their body?' Horror questioned curiously.

Killer's eye sockets went wide, 'you can do that?'

'yup.' Horror replied.

Killer smirked, 'heh, nice. my gaster blaster can bite humans, or monsters, in half.'

'creative.' Horror complimented.

'i'm saving that idea for later.' Dust muttered to himself.

'what about playing a recording of humans screaming in order to fall asleep?' Horror asked.

Killer, Dust, and Sans looked between each other, and Sans went into the subconscious, leaving them to the dark conversation he definitely didn't want to witness. At least they were starting to get along now.

'i don't sleep, soooo...' Killer trailed off.

'i do, but i don't listen to anything when i do.' Dust replied to Horror before looking at Killer, 'how come you don't sleep?'

'why do you think? nightmares, dust bunny.' Killer pointed out, 'even before all this, i didn't sleep in my timeline, and when i did... it didn't end well. so, i stay awake. i get bored though, so i find ways to entertain myself, like how i pranked the underground this morning.'

'wait, you did what?!' Horror asked in shock.

'heh, yup.' Killer grinned.

'he did, and i get it.. i didn't sleep in my timeline, mainly because i needed to hurry up and... you know..' Dust said, trailing off before getting back on topic, 'i don't really object to sleeping here, considering every damn time you take control you wear down the body's stamina. how are you even able to run around so fast, you damn acrobat?' Dust asked, and Killer laughed.

'he's fast?' Horror asked.

'yeah, very. are you?' Dust asked him.

'well, i'm definitely not slow. i can't really give you a demonstration of how quick i am though.' Horror replied.

'how about i show ya how quick i am, and we can go from there?' Killer asked.

'go for it. if that's ok with dust.' Horror said.

'go ahead, but i'm sleeping later.' Dust told Killer, who smirked at him.

Killer sauntered over to him, bending over in front of him, and grinned right in Dust's face.

'uh, what the hell..' Horror started, seeing this from Dust's perspective.

Killer chuckled, grabbing the collar of the turtleneck and pulling Dust out of control, taking control himself. Dust stepped away from him, and Horror looked between them in surprise.

'was that necessary, or...' Horror trailed off.

'no, he's just a little crap.' Dust replied as Killer snickered.

Dust looked around, blinking, before looking at his hands, 'hey killer, i think i have that perspective thing now too...'

'ooooh, a two for one reload, huh?' Killer grinned, 'how's it feel?'

'a bit tiring, but not that bad.' Dust replied.

'i uh... i see where you got your name from, dust.' Horror said after a moment, looking him over, though his eyelight caught on the scarf Dust wore.

'yeah, it uh... it gets everywhere.' Dust sighed.

Killer got up from the bench, stretching, cracking his knuckles, back, basically most of his joints before asking, 'you two ready?'

'i don't see why not. i wanna see this.' Horror replied.

'go for it.' Dust told Killer.

Killer grinned, teleporting to the middle of the forest in Snowdin. There was tall pine trees surrounding him on all sides, some branches hanging lower while others were more bare. There was a straight path ahead of him, and he stretched his back one more time, bouncing on his feet a bit before he started running. His steps were quick and practically silent on the snow covered ground, and he weaved through and around trees, kicking up small puffs of snow behind him as he sprinted through the forest.

He jumped over fallen branches and holes in the ground, places he knew were shallow or deeper than others, and he slid under low hanging branches. He was able to expertly jump over exposed roots, slide or jump over patches of frozen over snow, and even dodge some of the traps hidden in the snow covered ground. He even stepped over pine cones and other objects that could slow him down or cause him to trip, and the trees around him were a blur. There was multiple leafless trees up ahead, and he quickened his pace, leaping up to grab one of the branches, swinging off of it to another branch, and another. He swung higher and higher each time, stopping momentarily to perch on a sturdy and high branch, looking for where to go next. The branch swayed slightly as he jumped up on it, some snow falling to the ground, but otherwise it barely moved.

'damn..' Horror said in his mind, impressed.

'yeah, he's pretty quick.' Dust acknowledged, and Killer smirked.

Killer saw something in the distance that caused him to grin as a plan formed in his mind, and he couldn't wait to use it. He gripped the trunk of the tree a bit tighter, crouching down further before leaping off of the branch, doing a few flips in the air before landing on a fallen tree trunk, bouncing off of where it'd snapped off from it's base as he quickly jumped to a lower branch of a dead tree. He jumped off of it, barely rustling the plant as he landed in a barrel-roll on the ground, getting up into a sprint once more. Branches rustled slightly after he ran past them, and he jumped up into the air, teleporting on top of another pine tree, jumping off of it and to another one.

He teleported to the top of that tree, and repeated the actions a few more times, building speed as he did so as the snow seemed to fall even heavier, making it hard to see. Upon reaching the end, Killer was practically a blur, and he leapt off of the last tree.... tackling Undyne as she rounded a corner outside of Waterfall. Undyne was accompanied by Papyrus, Skyler, and Alphys, who wore a thick pink and fluffy coat with cats on it, her hood hiding her face.

'killer!' Dust snapped as Killer laughed internally, a grin on his face externally.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Undyne asked in confusion and some anger as she picked him up from under the arms, glaring at him.

Horror burst out laughing upon getting a closer view of her face. His laughter was still creepy, but this was louder and more joyous, not as quiet. He still sounded crazy and unhinged though, but hey, at least there wasn't any falsa advertising. Killer saw Dust appear behind Undyne with a disturbed expression on his face, and Killer smirked.

"oh, hey, undyne. didn't see ya there~" Killer snickered.

"WHERE DID YOU EVEN COME FROM?!" Undyne asked in confusion, and Killer snickered a bit.

Skyler groaned, shaking their head in exasperation.

"BROTHER, WHAT WAS THE MEANING OF THAT?!" Papyrus asked, hands on his hips as he glared at him.

Killer shrugged, and Undyne sighed, and she started walking. Killer saw the other three following behind her, Dust vanishing, and he looked up at Undyne in confusion.

"what are you doing? you don't have to carry me." Killer asked.

"You're in time out." Undyne replied.

"'time out'?" Killer questioned, right eye socket closing half way as he smirked.

"Yes, time out. Now we're going back to you and Papyrus's house, we're going to hang out, and figure out who pranked the Underground, and get revenge!" Undyne replied, grinning.

'heh, good luck with that, undyne..' Killer thought smugly.

'nice thinking with what you did to undyne. i'm guessing you did something similar to alphys?' Horror asked, laughter settling down.

'heh, you could say that. you should see the lab.' Killer snickered mentally.

'oh boy...' Dust sighed, appearing behind Undyne and walking with them.

'how are you so fast anyways? is it a type of magic? i know i can be fast from teleporting combined with strength and stamina, but you... you run like the wind.' Horror asked.

'yeah, i've been wondering that too. is it a type of magic or something?' Dust asked.

'kinda. my soul increases my natural abilities, even more than lv can. how strong are you anyways, horror?' Killer questioned, deciding to go for a more entertaining conversation than the one he'd have with Undyne, Alphys, Papyrus, and Skyler.

'very. i can lift pretty much anything. boulders, tree trunks, pillars in judgement hall, uh... i have a ton of weapons, including a very large axe, and it doesn't really take much to lift them.'

'huh, not bad. i'm the speed, you're the strength, and dust is the strategy. we could be a pretty terrifying trio now that i think about it... we should work together in fights from now on. y'know, coordinate everything?'

'that could be interesting, i guess.' Dust said.

'i do know a fair share about traps. i could teach you two about them, and you could teach me attack strategies?' Horror offered.

'sounds good to me,' Dust replied.

'and i could give you some tips on knives, horror. i'm pretty good at them, if i say so myself...' Killer replied.

'sounds good to me.' Horror replied.

Killer got an idea, and he smirked, 'i have the perfect idea for our team name~'

'team name?' Dust and Horror both asked in confusion.

'yup.' Killer replied.

A beat.

'so uh... what's your idea?' Horror asked.

'dust, drumroll please~' Killer requested, and Dust just looked at him, staying silent. 'such a killjoy. fine. duh duh duh duh duh duh duh... murder time trio!'

'it's got a nice ring to it..' Horror admitted after a moment.

''murder time trio'?' Dust asked.

'well yeah. we're all murderers, we have, at some point, said, 'wanna have a bad time' or some variation of that, and there's three of us. murder time trio.'

'... i can't believe i'm actually going along with this..' Dust sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as Killer smirked in triumph.

"What's with that smirk, punk?" Undyne asked him.

"nothing at all, undyne." Killer grinned innocently.

Undyne didn't seem to trust that one bit. "What are you up to, Sans?"

"i'm innocent." Killer replied.

"I highly doubt that." Undyne narrowed her eye at him.

"G-Guys, please st-stop fighting.." Alphys requested.

"we aren't fighting. at least i'm not."

"You're kinda provoking her.." Skyler mumbled.

"provoking her how?" Killer asked with a grin.

"Ki- Sans, I swear..." Skyler sighed in exasperation, and Killer chuckled.

The area around them started to clear up, the snow less intense, and Killer knew they were approaching the house.

"SANS, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" Papyrus asked him, gaining his attention.

"yeah, why wouldn't i be?" Killer asked.

"IT'S JUST... YOU NORMALLY WOULD BE SLEEPING WHILE BEING CARRIED, AND YET YOU'RE WIDE AWAKE. IN FACT, I DIDN'T SEE YOU SLEEP AT ALL YESTERDAY OR TODAY, YOU WERE ALREADY AWAKE YESTERDAY MORNING, AND YOU HAVE RATHER LARGE BAGS UNDER YOUR EYES. THERE'S ALSO THAT SUBSTANCE THAT I'VE SEEN COMING FROM YOUR EYE SOCKETS, AND I FOUND SOME AT THE LAB AND AROUND THE UNDERGROUND, AND WITH THE WHOOPIE CUSHIONS AND OTHER GAGS AROUND THE UNDERGROUND, I HAVE REASON TO SUSPECT YOU WERE INVOLVED IN THE PRANKS, WHICH MEANS YOU LIKELY DIDN'T SLEEP LAST NIGHT EITHER... SO, I ASK AGAIN... ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

Killer looked up at him with wide eye sockets, small white outlines of circles in the black voids showing his surprise and shock at Papyrus's observations. His eye sockets narrowed after a moment, the eyelights vanishing. Dust was looking back at Papyrus too, probably also surprised. Well played, Papyrus, well played...

"... not bad." Killer said after a moment.

"IT WAS YOU?!" Undyne asked in shock and outrage upon the confirmation.

"Yup.." Skyler sighed.

"Unbelievable.." Undyne muttered, shocked, "I don't know whether or not to be impressed you had it in you, angry you did it, or just.... I don't even know.."

'i'm typically a mix of the two when it comes to you.' Dust spoke up.

"impressed?" Killer offered, and Undyne sighed.

"Bit of both is what I'm going with... how did you even pull this off?" Undyne asked.

"a magician never reveals his secrets~" Killer smirked, and Undyne grumbled under her breath.

"You're such a little crap..." Undyne told him.

"heh, yup." Killer smirked as the group approached the house.

'because this timeline will inevitably end eventually... next time something like this happens, killer, wake me and horror up so we can do a little... teamwork exercise...' Dust told him.

'yeah, i want in on this next time.' Horror spoke up.

'oh you can count on that.' Killer smirked mentally.

"... Wait, back to what Papyrus said, you haven't slept for two days?!" Undyne asked him, getting back on topic.

"pretty much. haven't been tired." Killer replied.

"Unreal... No coffee? No caffeine?" Undyne asked.

"nope." Killer replied.

"Damn... You're gonna crash later, dude." Undyne told him.

"nah, not me." Killer said.

"Yeah, definitely you." Undyne countered.

"BROTHER, KNOWING YOU, YOU'LL BE ASLEEP IN NO TIME." Papyrus sighed.

"challenge accepted." Killer grinned as the shed next to the house became visible.

'this won't end well...' Dust sighed.

'yeah, i agree, and i just got here.'

'you guys worry too much~'

'no, they don't.' Sans spoke up.

'well, well, well, look who popped back up~' Killer internally smirked, 'welcome back, lucky. guess what happened while you were gone~'

'considering you're in control right now and being carried by a pissed off undyne, i'm almost afraid to ask.' Sans sighed, and Killer smirked.

'you know me too well~' Killer chuckled, 'for your information, i proved how fast i am, and undyne got tackled along the way.'

'yeah. killer's extremely quick. i mean, i know i'm fast, but he's... wow.' Horror said.

'... please don't tell me he proved it by getting in a fight...' Sans's tone was filled with dread.

'nah, don't worry. he just ran through the forest really fast.' Dust reassured him.

'more like sprinted. killer, how the hell are you so fast anyways?' Horror asked.

'my soul gives me certain... upgrades to certain abilities. it's like how lv can give humans added stats. for me, all my stats increase.' Killer explained.

'you ever been exposed to caffeine?' Horror asked curiously, and Killer perked up.

'no!' Sans outburst.

'killer, no!' Dust ordered.

'that could actually be pretty fun~ maybe next time there's a genocidal brat in control of the kid's body i could do that. that could definitely be fun~' Killer smirked.

'... what?' Horror asked in confusion.

'riiiiiiight, forgot you didn't know about that. each time the kid resets, another personality gets control over the body for that timeline. so far there's frisk, skyler, karter, and riley. karter is the only murderous little crap we've met so far, riley, frisk, and skyler are pacifists.' Killer explained, 'the kid can't control when they reset. as soon as the barrier breaks, the world resets because of chara. i have some ideas on why they do it, but none that i'm gonna share. i'd need confirmation, and if i told you guys and you jumped to assumptions, i'm looking at you, dusty, then things could go south very quickly. which is why i wanna see what happens in this timeline.'

'you act like you know them.' Horror said.

'i... do. in a way. unfortunately. chara was in permanent control over the body in me and dust's timelines, and.. well, i'll explain everything to you later. point is, they're unpredictable, and i need to see what happens here at the end of this timeline, whenever it ends.' Killer responded.

'alright... one more question before we get there... can we eat something, because i'm starving?' Horror asked.

'sure, i think there's spaghetti left over from last night.' Sans replied.

'that works. thanks.' Horror thanked him.

'no problem.'

'who wants the driver's seat in here? i had my fun and i don't feel like interacting with them.' Killer asked. 'lucky?'

'i have been given a golden opportunity. i can be lazy and just watch crap go down, maybe even catch a couple z's. dust can do it if he wants to.' Sans replied.

'i'm down. thanks, sans.' Dust thanked him sincerely.

'you're welcome.' Sans replied as Undyne carried Killer past the shed..

'awwww but i wanted to go back to the flowey murder plot board!' Killer pouted, clearly exaggerating.

'that's what that thing was?'

'yeah, me and dust bunny made it. . . . hey, since we're a team now, you want in on it?' Killer asked.

'wait, what team?' Sans asked as Undyne went up the stairs to the house, Skyler running over to open the door before Undyne had the chance to kick it open.

Dust appeared in the doorway, taking control as Undyne walked through the door, his eyelights appearing in his eye sockets before responding, 'the three of us worked out an... agreement. we're gonna work together in fights, act as a team. killer came up with it, and if i didn't go along with it, he probably wouldn't have shut up about it. so yeah, we're a team now.'

'... i don't know whether to be impressed, worried, scared, or questioning my sanity.'

'you mean your sansity?' Killer snorted, and Dust bit back a snicker while Sans laughed a bit.

'i mean honestly aren't you all of those things already by now?' Dust asked.

'... fair. what's this team name anyways?' Sans asked.

'oh, you're gonna love it!~ guys, can i please get a drumroll this time?' Killer asked.

'it's murder time trio.' Dust told Sans as Undyne sat him down on the couch.

"Sit." Undyne told him sternly, crossing her arms as Papyrus, Skyler, and Alphys entered.

'dust! come on!!' Killer pouted, and the corner of Dust's mouth curved up in a slight smirk, and Horror started laughing, 'why would you do that?!'

'to irritate you.' Dust replied.

'you slimy little... horror, come on! let's go to the flowey murder plotting board.' Killer said, going into the subconscious.

'heh. i think i'm gonna like it here.' Horror chuckled, following Killer into the subconscious.

Today was off to a great start.

#undertale #ao3 fanfic #undertale alternate timeline #undertale alternate universe #undertale au #undertale sans #undertale fandom #sans undertale #killer sans #dust sans #horror sans #mergingtimelines #murder time trio

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cloudyskydreams · 2 months ago

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SO on period UT,UF,US,HT!

Ive had this sitting in my notes for awhile wasn't super proud of it still ain't but I wanted to post something, I just had to slap the HT brothers on and boom new post.

Also I've been wanting to write swapfell but I don't know the difference between that and fellswap or really their personalities cause it's so different for each fanfic so if someone could pls explain 🙏

Anyways here y'all go hope you enjoy!

Undertale:

Sans: I feel like sans is pretty knowledgeable so you didn't have to explain it to him. He takes it pretty maturely it's a natural part of life. The puns the horrible puns. He has so many specifically for this time of the month. He's always got your comfort snack on hand in his jacket pockets. He doesn't really change much he'll get off his ass if you ask him to but he sticks by your side mostly and lazes out cuddled with you while watching shows. Pretty good at getting products and snacks you might like he likes to get you some new snacks to try with him and he's good at guessing what you might like.

Papyrus: This man is prepared. After you tell him what it is he researches it and WOWIE he wishes he just asked you to explain but now he's over prepared with knowledge! He has hot water bottles and weighted blankets at the ready. Any snacks you want, heck you want a whole meal? He's on it and it's prepared with extra love. He carries around your products for you and always has pain medicine in his bags. Pretty good at picking them up from the store too and has no shame getting them.

Underfell:

Red: You gotta explain it to him and this man is bewildered for a bit. ya bleed from there for how long??? every month?! He's a little impressed?? Last he checked humans weren't supposed to lose huge amounts of blood but you're treating it like it's a normal thing. After he gets over his initial shock he'll try and help the best he can which is a little awkwardly. He makes a little nest for you out of blankets and pillows and makes sure you're comfortable. He and his magic run warm so he'll lay on your stomach and cuddle to help with cramps, pet his head and he might purr. He's pretty confused about products def one to send Babe what's your pussy size.

Edge: He's aware, he's done his research on his own when you were ovulating about the human "mating cycle". Not a fun experience but he takes it in stride. He listens to what you need and trys to deliver. Massages for sore muscles and heating pads for cramps. He'll make you comfort food while you relax watching a show and join you afterwards for some cuddles. He's pretty good at getting products for you and takes the ones you like into consideration but he's always looking for better healthier alternatives for you.

Underswap:

Stretch: Knows about it (blue taught him when he found out and Stretch showed interest in humans)and is a little awkward(traumatized from the talk with Blue). Hate to say it Stretch doesn't really know what to do he's not grossed out he just doesn't know how to handle it. He tries his best to be comforting giving snacks, heating pads, and cuddles. He's so awkward going to the store to get products plays it cool but has no idea what he's doing and definitely gets the wrong thing after his mind blanks while staring at all the products for too long. You just gotta train him he'll get better.

Blue: Also knows and he's handling it alot better. He takes it in stride and understands the biggest part is you're uncomfortable and he's going to do his best to help with that. He takes care of chores you don't want to do, makes you comfort meals, and always has a heating pad ready. Has so many two player comfort games lined up for you guys, he has stuff to do but most of his work stuff can be done at home! Which means he'll just be a shout away if you need anything . Pretty good at getting products and is one to carry some around in his bag just in case when you guys go out.

HorrorTale:

Axe: You have to explain it to him… Multiple times. He's confused as to why you smell like blood, he likes the smell but he's confused for a bit until he writes a note about it. He will not remember which products to get unfortunately. He's so confused staring at them you'll have to instruct him very clearly over a call and he still probably grabs the wrong one. Cuddles are supreme he's a giant so he'll engulf you in his form and his purrs practically shake your whole body. It's like a free massage chair whenever you want. He sticks closer by your side during this time of month knowing blood means your wounded and his protective urges flare up.

Willow: You'll also have to explain it to him and he's extremely worried when he smells blood. Even more so when he learns how long you bleed, he knows how much blood a human can loose and it worries him you're losing so much. After you explain it's a normal thing and a part of life he calms down slightly. He cleans and cooks a lot when stressed or worried so you constantly have something to munch on and you don't have to worry about any chores. He stays over stocked up on supplies, he doesn't like going out in public very often but for this he will because he deems it important enough. It's why he stocks up so much when he goes out. Mother hens over you hard and you might have to pull him into cuddles to get him to relax for a bit.

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the-writing-mobster · 11 months ago

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were there any fic ideas you never ended up writing that you regret not doing?

also, do you have any other undertale ships? {:

Ah! Thank you for the ask dear heart! Let's see...

Of course I have fics that are still deep in my drafts, and I also have a few unfinished fics currently published ON Ao3.

I don't really regret not publishing certain fics because it's not really a matter of if more than it is a matter of when. A few of these old ideas just need way more fleshing out and just aren't ready for the limelight.

And that "not if but when" mindset is carried over to my unfinished fics as well, like Baby Face and YWIW.

They'll eventually be completed. (Although tbh, I'm not so sure about ywiw now, may have to go and really take a good long look at that one and the goals I want to achieve with it. For YWIW, I guess I regret some of the choices I made with Frisk's character arc. Like I accidentally walked back on things that I shouldn't have. Sequels are hard, y'all.)

—

Now for my other UT ships? Hmmmm...

I'm gonna come out the gate swinging and say that I, first and foremost do not ship Asgore and Toriel. I think their dynamic is more interesting as a divorced couple. Boom. That'll stir the pot some.

(I have a lot of weird UT ships tbh)

Now, moving on to what I actually ship:

Asriel x Papyrus / Papsriel / Boneblossom

This stems more from how I wrote their dynamic in wdyw part 4 + ywiw. See, when Frisk and Sans are off doing hard main character work, Papyrus and Asriel were alone together a lot, working through both of their collective daddy issues together (their fathers were big ole villains and they were consoling each other about their relationships with their fathers, it was actually very sweet) Ergo, I began to ship.

But also, if you look at the game, there are instances of Asriel and Papyrus befriending, and Asriel manipulating him, or growing fond of Papyrus in his own way as Flowey. Yeah there's the problem of "well technically Asriel is a child!" Which like... Okay, he's also dead and immortal at the same time. In wdyw he died at an older age so... 🤷🏻‍♀️ It depends on where you take the story. I could also just ship them platonically. So yeah!

Undyne x Alphys / Alphyne

This one is obvious. They're canon. They're beautiful. I love gay people. I love lesbians. I am a gay people. I am a lesbian. I love them.

Also, low-key, I also just like to explore more of their dynamic than just lovey dovey sapphic stuff. The highs and the lows. And they're perfect to do that with.

Nick x Sans / Nicecream Guy x Sans

This one is unorthodox, but it's because of Baby Face. They're so gay in that fic like it's unbelievable. If not Sans, then definitely Nick. Like they've definitely explored each other's bodies at least once.

Also in wdyw, they have a more complex, complicated friendship since they're more like long lost friends, and the whole "you betrayed our ideals by joining Asgore's military" and Nick "you joined a rebellion that will never win, you've doomed yourself to martyrdom." Sans saving Nick from prison & the purge, ugh, they're so complex, I love em!

Nick is definitely gay. I know we were pushing for Alick but honestly... That boy is gay. And I really believe that. I think the only better pairing for him would be Napstablook, or... And I guess I'll concede to years of shipping before me... Burgerpants/Bryan. Because Bryan has that like, newly joined rebellion, starry eyes, just found out his crush was brutally murdered by one of Muffet's assassins, etc, and then there's Nick, shining hero of the revolution. I think it could work really well.

Muffet x Toriel / Muffriel / Spiderscotch

Bro even the name screams lesbian, wtf? This is like Everlark's alternative ship name being peenis.

BRO THEY LIVE IN THE RUINS TOGETHER, MUFFET SET UP SHOP IN THE RUINS. TORIEL BAKES PIES AND MUFFET BAKES FUCKED UP SPIDER DONUTS. THEY'RE A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN. (And I'm purely talking about classic, but who's to say that wdyw Muffet wasn't sneaking into the queen's chambers after killing her own husband and poisoning Toriel's daughter right under her nose? UGH THE DRAMA!!!!)

Ugh, I love my gay ships.

Anyway, Toriel is the sweet, albeit very flawed, old money, cottage core wife, and Muffet is the manipulative, borderline Machiavellian, macabre, new money, goth wife and they're PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER. I've never been more serious in my life.

Anyway, those are my UT ships that are not Frans. Don't come for me, I know they're unconventional (except for Alphyne) but I love them each dearly.

Old pencil drawing I did:

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punsmaster69 · 1 year ago

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21/DEC/20XX

"I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AND THE MENACING FRISK,"

(he rolled the 'r' in frisk's name, too.)

"CHALLENGE YOU!!"

the two of them struck a back-to-back pose i'm sure they've practiced before; snowballs readied.

"Oh you're ON!!!"

undyne dragged alphys with her.

immediately, paps and undyne were on opposite sides of the yard, making snow walls for defense.

"Should we join them?"

yesterday took it outta me. couldn't keep up with 'em if i wanted to.

"...naahh."

so me and tori watched from the sidelines as the chaos broke out.

——

flowey's out of his pot at the moment.

was yesterday, too.

goes back in it at the end of the day.

that's fine and all, but he definitely just tripped frisk with a vine.

tori didn't notice it happen.

...should i say somethin'..?

.......nah.

they can work it out.

——

frisk pelted him in the face with a snowball.

somehow, this led to an agreement.

not argument.

agreement.

they're teamed now.

——

"They are having quite the time, it seems. Even Flowey has joined."

mettaton joined alphys and undyne's team to balance it out not long after.

"You can't go underground!"

"That's DEFINITELY cheating!!"

"And what?! I'm supposed to LET you-"

flowey disappeared and reappeared from the snow to dodge an incoming snowball from undyne.

"THAT!!"

"You can't do that! It's totally cheating!!"

"When you're throwing those things with murderous intent I can."

"Besides! It's not cheating just because YOU can't stop missing, fish face."

"Oh, that's IT!! YOU'RE GONNA EAT THOSE WORDS!!!!!"

"Yeah?"

"Well YOU'RE about to eat SNOW!"

——

tori decided to go in early; says she's gonna start on dinner.

we watched frisk get bowled over into the snow by a concerningly large snowball. they sprung back up like a... well, spring.

right back into action instantly.

"...Perhaps I should warm up some cocoa while I'm at it."

"Make sure they do not freeze, will you?"

"i'll keep an eye out."

——

is it still considered a snowball fight if it's turned to them just launching increasingly large mounds of snow at one other?

——

hmmm.

y'know.

i was up pretty late last night...

and this snow's pretty soft here.

think i'll sneak in a nap.

——

"WAIT, WAIT!! TRUCE!"

i heard footsteps get closer, but they missed me by a few feet.

"I SAID TRUCE!!"

a muffled sorry.

"SANS."

"SANS!"

"...SANS??"

opening my sockets, i didn't see any more with them open than i did with 'em shut.

i felt snow fall into them.

"REACH OUT A HAND IF YOU'RE ALIVE."

"OR AWAKE."

shoving my arm upwards through the layer of snow,

"AH! THERE!!"

the sound of crunching snow under boots stopped right beside me.

papyrus grabbed onto my hand and pulled me up.

there was a lot more snow around than before, and it was still falling even still.

"no wonder i got buried."

"IT PICKED UP QUITE SUDDENLY."

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

"yeah. i'm good."

four figures dotted the snow-covered yard.

"...uh."

"where'd flowey go?"

"he's not under all that, is he?"

"FLOWERY HAD TO GO INSIDE ABOUT FORTY MINUTES AGO. THE SNOW WAS GETTING TOO HIGH FOR IT TO STILL BE SAFE FOR HIM."

frisk, lifting their legs up high to step through the snow, made their way over.

"How was it under there?"

"snowy."

"I mean, yeah."

undyne lifted alphys onto her shoulders, and mettaton made use of his heating function to make a path for them.

"What was it like being buried alive?"

"was too asleep to tell it was happening in the first place, so i really couldn't tell you."

"I THINK IT'S BEST IF WE GO INSIDE NOW."

"UP YOU GO."

in a similar fashion to what undyne had done to alphys, i was raised onto papyrus' shoulders.

copying that, mettaton carried frisk.

"INSIDE, EVERYONE!!"

——

"...i know you're excited, but you've gotta stop kicking me, kid."

"Whoops. Sorry."

frisk is a weird kid who's favorite food happens to be stew.

their favorite drink also happens to be hot chocolate.

(it changes to chocolate milk in the warm seasons.)

needless to say, they're enjoying dinner.

tori's a real good chef.

i'd hate to imply that anyone could be better than my bro at cooking, but...

he has some competition in the ranks for sure.

even flowey's shut up by her cooking.

——

papyrus added a basket of blankets and pillows to the living room earlier this month, and i'm seeing their purpose now.

feeling pretty cozy in here with the blankets and all.

especially with everyone huddled around mtt like a furnace.

#undertale #journal #flowey #sans #papyrus #toriel #frisk #mettaton #alphys #soriel #undyne #alphyne #sans and papyrus #sans and frisk #papyrus and sans #papyrus and frisk

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ali-anne-undertale-stoof · 2 months ago

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The second chapter is up! Here's the first half of chapter 2!

Second half

Full version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59131027/chapters/150767887

Chapter 2: Two Skeletons Walk Into Town...

T'was but a quiet day in Snowdin Town. So quiet, in fact, that there wasn't much to report. No news was going on. The most notable thing that's happened recently was the teenagers decorating Gyftrot again.

The residents all agreed that talking about the state that they're living in won't help their mental states. The underground is dark and suffocating, and even though deep down, they know their beloved King Asgore is going to restore hope and free them all, none of them have heard of a fallen human in decades. So here they stayed, making jokes, trying to forget about their bleak existence.

Business was slow today at the Snowdin Shop. Cottin, the owner, had been standing at the till for ages, checking, double-checking, restocking the shelves, and yet the only customers today were a rowdy kid and her own sister, and even then, the only thing that was sold was a simple bisicle. Oh, well. Perhaps she could use some fresh air, as fresh as you're gonna get in the underground, anyway. Maybe she could even sneak in a tasty little cinnabun for her nephew behind her sister's back. It'll be their shared secret.

Cottin smiled to herself. Yes, that sounds like a good idea. Before giving herself the chance for second thought, she briskly plucked one of her precious cinnabuns and popped it into its respective paper bag. She almost forgot to put up the "Closed for Lunch" sign when she stepped out. Silly Cottin.

All she had to do was head to the Snowdin Inn next door. She only took a few steps outside, however, before catching sight of a strange silhouette in the distance. Huh. How strange. Snowdin doesn't get a lot of visitors, unless it was King Asgore dressing up as Santa for the kiddos, or those pesky tourists from the capital. But something about this silhouette feels... different. It wouldn't hurt to stay behind and watch, right? Let's see...

By the time Papyrus finally made it through the ridiculous snow pile, Sans was about ready to fall asleep. Unfortunately for him, Papyrus had other plans!

"HEY, LAZYBONES!!!"

Sans gave a violent jolt. "whoa, wha...?"

"WE'RE HERE!!!"

The beam on Papyrus' face said it all. Well, that was quick. Sans had to give it to his bro. He's quite quick on his feet. Though he shouldn't have been so surprised, it IS Papyrus, after all.

"huh. this place looks pretty neat, don't it?"

"I KNOW, RIGHT?" Papyrus couldn't help but stomp the ground as he rambled on in his excitement. He always did have a tendency to get carried away. It's just another thing Sans loved about his brother. "JUST LOOK AT THIS PLACE!!! SO QUIET AND QUAINT! IT NEEDS A LITTLE BIT OF THE PAPYRUS TOUCH, BUT ONCE I MAKE MY MARK ON THIS TOWN, IT WILL BE THE GREATEST TOWN IN ALL THE UNDERGROUND!!! LOOK AT THE BUILDINGS, SANS!!! THEY REALLY KNOW HOW TO ARCHITECTURE. OOH, A LIBRARY!!! AND A RESTAURANT!!! EVEN A CHRISTMAS TREE?!?! THIS PLACE HAS EVERYTHING!!!"

Papyrus had an unbearable urge to stomp his foot and flap his arms. To do that, he needed to put Sans down. Luckily, The Great Papyrus knows how to be graceful.

Sans fell flat on his side. "oof!"

Okay, maybe Papyrus isn't THAT graceful. At least now he had the freedom to move. And move, he shall! No sleepy brother was going to hold The Great Papyrus back!!! Before Sans could even comprehend what was going on, Papyrus was dashing all around town, attempting to chat it up with the locals. Emphasis on "attempting."

Beary Berry yelped when Papyrus jumpscared him. "HI!! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!!"

Scarvie Mouse didn't fare much better when Papyrus got in her face. "YOU HAVE A LOVELY TOWN!!! WHAT DO YOU DO HERE?!"

And unfortunately, even Fluffy's precious little Cinnamon Bun wasn't safe from the strange skeleton's nonstop energy. "HEY, DO YOU LIKE PUZZLES?!?!"

Meanwhile, Sans quietly inspected the large house before him. He even double-checked the address to see if it was the right one. Yup. This is the place. Their new home. Sans looked around for his keys. Oh, no... He didn't lose them already, did he? Come on, come on... Sans dug through his pockets. Come on... Maybe Papyrus had them? Sans turned to see his brother relentlessly chasing some poor bear schmuck around. Yup, this first introduction was going well. Welp. Just gotta go with the flow, Sans supposed.

"HEY!!! STOP RUNNING AWAY!!!" The poor bear cub didn't stand a chance against the unstoppable force that is Papyrus. He doesn't even seem to understand that he was basically terrorising the whole town. All he wanted to do was talk about puzzles and make friends, was that so hard? "SO, HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT PUZZLES? I BELIEVE THEY ARE A STAPLE OF MONSTER CULTURE!!! A FINE- UGH, HEY!!! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! PLEASE COME BACK!!! THE GREAT PAPYRUS JUST WANTS TO GET TO KNOW YOU!!! HEY!!!"

Papyrus paused to reflect on what he was doing. "STRANGE... IT'S JUST LIKE LAST TIME I TRIED TO MAKE FRIENDS! COULD IT BE POSSIBLE THAT I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM DOING SOMETHING WRONG? PERHAPS A CONVERSATION WITH SANS IS NECESSARY... OH, WAIT! SANS!!!"

The budding skeletal athlete practically flew back to the house, only to find Sans still fumbling for the keys. Seriously? He left Sans for five minutes to socialise, and he was already a mess. Papyrus sighs to himself. Where would Sans be without a cool brother like Papyrus to take care of him? At least HE had photographic memory for key placements.

"nngh, come on..." Sans barely noticed Papyrus until the taller twin plucked off his beanie. "h-hey-" And dumped the keys out into his own hands. "o-oh... thanks, bro."

"OF COURSE! THE GREAT PAPYRUS ALWAYS REMEMBERS YOUR STRANGE HABITS! INCLUDING YOUR TENDENCY TO LEAVE KEYS IN INCONSPICUOUS PLACES."

"hehe, yeah. where will i be without you?" Sans smiles thankfully, albeit sheepishly, at Papyrus, before taking the keys and unlocking the door. "so, how did socialising go? looks like you had a blast."

Papyrus huffs and crosses his arms. "IT WAS STRANGE. THEY PRETENDED THEY WERE SCARED OF ME!"

"pretended, huh? are you sure you weren't coming onto 'em too much again?"

"UH, WELL..." Sans finally managed to unlock the door. A gust of warm air hit their faces. "OOH... UM, WELL, I CAN THINK ABOUT THE WHOLE FRIEND THING LATER. LET'S SEE WHAT'S INSIDE!!"

The brothers closed their eyes and walked inside their new house, for dramatic effect, of course. Papyrus just so happened to bump his shoulder on the doorframe.

"OW." He pretended he didn't.

"okay, ready?"

"READY AS I'LL EVER BE!!"

The twins counted backwards simultaneously, giddy for the big reveal. "3, 2, 1!" Open!

...

There wasn't much, really. What did they expect? It was an empty house, after all. A sofa... A TV... Bright orange wallpaper, a bright carpet, an opening that led to the kitchen... Overall, pretty empty. It was a fixer upper, for sure.

Sans sighed in slight disappointment. "ah, well. we can work with this. whaddya think, bro?"

Meanwhile, Papyrus' eyes shone like the glowing rocks in Waterfall. "I! LOVE IT!!!" He jumps for joy and paces up and down the whole house in exuberance. "LOOK AT HOW MUCH POTENTIAL WE HAVE, BROTHER!!! IT'S INCREDIBLE, ISN'T IT?! WE CAN PUT A DESK THERE, A PAINTING HERE... OH, AND LOOK AT THIS LAYOUT!!! WE COULD GIVE KING ASGORE A RUN FOR HIS MONEY!!"

Now that he thought about it, Sans can see the potential here. Ah, there he goes again. Papyrus always had this way of lighting up a room. "yeah... yeah, i can see it."

"YOU CAN??? I MEAN, OF COURSE YOU CAN!!! HOW COULD YOU NOT?! YOU CAN'T CANNOT SEE THE POTENTIAL THAT WE CAN'T CANNOT SEE, YOU SEE?!"

Sans had to think about that for a second. "uh, yeah. i see."

"WE SEE!"

Papyrus was so excited, he's practically a blur. If it's not his stomping foot or his arms, it's his entire body. Sans will never understand how Papyrus can have so much energy. As a certified lazybones, it's pretty much a guarantee that you will NEVER see Sans this energetic. It's just not physically possible for him. Besides, his mind was already active enough, thank you very much. Oh, well. Sans and Papyrus were going to be brainstorming all night anyway. Ulna-ight. Heh. Maybe Sans should use that one. Sans took one last look around the living room before following Papyrus upstairs. Amusingly, in his frenzy, Papyrus ended up falling down the stairs right beside Sans. Sans couldn't even fully process what was happening before he found Papyrus on the living room floor.

"pfft- tehehehehehehhehehehehehe! *snort* hehehehehehehehehehehe!"

Papyrus groaned into the carpet, humiliated. "OH HA HA HA, SO FUNNY."

Sans couldn't help but laugh his non-existent butt off. "s-sorry, bro. you know... i never trusted stairs."

That's what caused Papyrus to get up in protest. He knows what's coming, he can sniff a bad joke from a mile away. "SANS!!! DON'T!!! I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO SAY!!! CEASE!!!"

Resistance was futile. Sans had to. For the greater comedic good! "they're always up to somethin'!"

Furious screams and hearty laughter echoed through the previously vacant house. They were so loud the entirety of Snowdin could hear it, including Cottin, who stood and watched the whole time. She stood for such a long time that her sister, Beddie, went outside to go check on her.

"Is everything alright?" Beddie looked at her sister with a puzzled, yet lovingly concerned look on her face.

"Nah, everything's fine." Cottin smirked. "Though I suspect that things will get a lot more interesting from now on."

#undertale #fanfic #my writing #snowdin adventures #sans #papyrus #snowdin town

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