#chara: take me to your liquor

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Crush Gossip

*slides in with a grin* I am here and we are here for a special installment. @spotaus get in here friend!

Blue centered drabble :D

Just as promised :3

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Blue moves the cleaned plates towards the cabinet before returning to the sink. He puts the whiskey glasses in and starts washing them carefully. He really enjoyed the night and their little gyftmas celebration.

Even if some aspects could have gone better. Or not happened at all.

Blue loves Dream. He really loves his best friend. But Dream needs to stop trying to help him by getting Ink to notice him.

It is fine.

A yawn and Blue doesn’t look away from the water “You are up early.”

His brother yawns as he joins his side “You are up early.” He sounds grumpy “You are already finished cleaning?”

Blue nods as he takes care to wash the smaller glasses “Of course. I know how to handle my liquor.” And he shoots Stretch a grin before frowning “Don’t you want to sleep in? Alphys will oversleep today so not notice you skipping work for a bit and Chara isn’t meant to arrive until a few days.”

Stretch huffs unhappily “Yeah yeah I know.” he yawns again as he leans against the counter as he ignores what Blue said to ask his own question “Dream and Ink out already?”

Blue shrugs “Yeah. Dream had to go again or Core would locate him again… and Ink… Well I am pretty sure Ink left midway through the party.” Blue saw how ink had checked his phone before quickly tugging his phone away and packing his things and leaving.

It stung a little.

Stretch nods as he takes the towel before waiting for Blue to finish the first glass so he can dry “It was nice to have them over.”

Blue laughs and nods “It was great!” he smiles.

Stretch chuckles before toying with the first glass “sorry it didn’t… work with Ink.”

Blue pauses before shrugging “It is fine. It isn’t like it is a surprise.” Blue had already known there was no interest anyway.

Stretch frowns at him “Blue… I know you… I know you were excited to have Ink over. You are allowed to feel disappointed.”

Blue sighs as he gives the next glass over “It isn’t a big deal” he rushes to wash the other glasses.

Stretch frowns at him “I disagree… Blue you-”

Blue pushes the last glass into his hands “There! All clean! If you can finish that up I will go to quickly fix our puzzles!”

Stretch doesn’t make a move to dry the glasses “You just said Alphys will sleep in anyway and not notice.”

Blue nods as he puffs his chest “Doesn’t mean I have to skip too! You enjoy your morning! Make sure to drink a lot of water and you know where the medicine is and-” and Blue gets stopped by magic by the front door.

Damnit he is blue now.

Stretch speaks calmly “Blue. I want to talk about this. Now.”

Blue sighs but doesn’t fight the magic and let it guide him to the couch. Stretch puts the glasse son the drying rack and joins him.

Stretch leans back against the couch “So… the mistletoe… Did Dream tell you he was planning that?”

Blue groans and shakes his skull “No… I didn’t even realise Dream added that with decorating… I found out when he pushed us under it and pointed it out.” he rubs his cheek “If I had known I would have removed it.”

Stretch nods as he leans back “Why? I thought you like Ink?”

Blue sighs as he waves his hands “I do! But it is more complicated than it just being a matter of me liking him!”

Stretch nods along and waits as he looks at him expectingly.

Blue stares at him before crossing his arms “Ink blocked my number… I don’t know why.”

Stretch looks shocked “But I thought you two were friends?”

Blue rolls up more “We are… I don’t understand why… I wasn’t even asking anything out of the ordinary or weird. Just asked him how he was doing and if he wanted to hang out with Dream and me… When I didn’t get a reply for a few hours I send him another message to ask if he was busy. Only to get an automated message back stating the number I was trying to reach had me blocked.” It was a thing they all agreed on with the multiverse phones. That if you blocked someone they should be able to know. Mostly because if it is an emergency so you don’t waste your time with messaging someone who won’t ever see your messages.

Stretch frowns “Yet… he came to the party?”

Blue shrugs “Just because Dream asked…” Dream had asked for Blue but Blue wouldn’t be surprised if Ink just wanted to come because of Dream. Blue can’t really blame him for that either. Dream is a god like Ink. And Blue is… well very mortal.

Stretch leans back “huh… strange.”

Blue sighs “Not that strange. Dream can be very convincing when he wants to be.” Which is putting it mildly.

Stretch laughs and nods “I noticed… No the strange thing is that if Ink really didn’t want to be near you he wouldn’t have gone to a private Gyftmas party in your universe.” Stretch raises a brow “Sure he has a bad memory but he should know that at least.”

Blue frowns and shrugs “I guess… I just think he wanted to be near Dream.” Which he honestly isn’t mad about. Disappointed maybe but not mad. It isn’t like it is Dream’s fault and Dream is really trying to get Ink and him to hang out. It isn’t Dream’s fault if Ink prefers to be near him over Blue.

Stretch hums “I guess.” He shoots him a curious look “Why do you even like him?”

Blue groans as he searches for the words “It is hard to explain? I don’t even know when I started to feel like this. At first I just admired him I guess? He was a protector. Of the multiverse at that. It was just… He was what I wanted to be. Someone who did good and protect people. And then I learned he didn’t just protect others but also made more worlds? He was just… He was just the coolest person and I admired him and then I got the chance to travel with him and Dream and I just… those feelings got so much more when I got to know him.”

Stretch snorts “How? He almost destroyed our world… Why like him still?”

Blue frowns as he rubs his arm “I guess… I guess it made him look like just any other person… someone who can make mistakes. He felt more real to me after that. It also helps he helped clean up that mess and made sure our world came back the way it was meant to be.” Blue sighs as he rubs his hands “Him and Dream… After you they were the only ones who believed I could do this thing. That I could protect people and everything.” Blue doesn’t know when exactly he started to feel what he feels for Ink.

Stretch hums before groaning “It is just… You are so out of his league!”

Blue blinks and stares at Stretch “What do you mean? He is a god! I am me.”

Stretch nods “Exactly! He needed all those godly powers and stuff to do what he does. You don’t. You are amazing all on your own Blue. You always believe the best in people and believe everyone deserves another chance. You are willing to look past mistakes, the situation with Ink even proves that. You are always willing to help others. You don’t believe in killing anyone but will protect those who need it. Blue you are an amazing person. And I just can’t see how you could like Ink and why you are afraid you aren’t good enough for him.”

Blue feels so embarrassed. It isn’t as if Stretch never compliments him. Hell he always says he is the most amazing every other day. But that felt more like… brothers just being supportive. This feels like more. Maybe just because it is about Ink?

Blue mutters “It doesn’t matter… He hasn’t wanted to hang out with me alone for ages now…” he sighs as he crosses his arms and lays them on his legs to try and relax.

Stretch frowns as he thinks “Maybe he… remembered what he did and feels guilty?”

Blue huffs as he looks to the side “He would have to choice to feel that. He needs his paints to feel… Look I knew from the start this crush was hopeless okay?” he hugs his legs closer “And it isn’t his fault he can’t feel like normal monsters can… or that he lacks a soul… I don’t blame him for any of that. That would be stupid. I know he has no interest in me like that…” it is why Blue feels so bad about Dream trying to help set them up.

Blue laughs as he rubs his socket as he feels the itch “If he likes anyone it would be Dream as Dream used to be able to make him feel things at least a little… Now however? I don’t know.” he lays his cheek on his leg.

Stretch frowns before nudging their shoulders together “Well… We can’t know either way. They are gods. Hell if we know what their reasoning is.” He smiles “Maybe he is just busy or distracted? And he accidentally blocked your number?”

Blue shrugs but lets himself lean against his taller younger brother “I guess.”

Stretch hums as he leans his skull on top of his “My point still stands. You are allowed to be disappointed.”

Blue shrinks in on himself “It is just stupid. I knew it was never going to work… Even if he felt anything for me it wouldn’t work as he is a god and I am not.” And he doesn’t want to be an outcode. He can’t give up his world and brother. He already almost lost both once before and he can’t deal with that. “It is just…” he feels sad “I just thought maybe he wanted to send some time with me… that we could just enjoy some time together as friends. But I guess even that isn’t that important to him anymore. Maybe it never was.”

Stretch leans heavily on top of him “You don’t know what he is thinking Blue. Maybe he really is just very busy with god stuff. Don’t you always say that you can’t assume what other people are thinking?”

Blue feels embarrassed but nods “I do… It is just… hard sometimes…” It just makes him feel worse for not being able to follow his own advice.

Stretch hums “Why not tell Dream? That you appreciate his help but know it isn’t going anywhere?”

Blue sighs and mutters “Because I did but Dream doesn’t believe in anything being impossible.” Stupid gods and their meddling.

Stretch laughs “I can imagine. Why not tell him it bothers bothers you?”

Blue shrugs and mutters “I don’t want to worry him. He is already dealing with a lot and well… It isn’t like a stupid hopeless crush is that bad of a situation…”

Stretch hums “I guess…” He thinks for a moment before grinning “Wanne see if we can meet up with the others? Just the six of us to explore some unsuspecting universe?”

Blue blinks and grins at Stretch “Seriously?”

Stretch grins and shrugs “Paps and I haven’t bothered Edge into relaxing for a while. It will be good for that stick in the mud.” He grins.

Blue blinks before nodding “Yes.”

Stretch grins as he pulls out his phone and starts texting “You get dressed. I will start up the machine.” And he blinks out of view.

Blue goes to his room and gets dressed. His hands pausing on which bandana to wear. His hand hovers over the grey one with beautiful blue details. He had gotten that in a present the year before and Blue never figured out who gave it to him. He had hoped that… well it doesn’t matter now. Blue quickly grabs his normal blue bandana and rushes down to meet up with his brother.

Stretch grins as he holds up his phone “I got confirmation from everyone that everyone is down. Sans is setting up the coordinates for us already and Edge is bringing snacks.”

Blue smiles as he wiggles in place. It will be nice to just enjoy some time with his dear friends. Just to take his mind of his hopeless love life.

Hell maybe he, Edge and Paps can go clubbing! That has been a while and will be nice to relax and let go a bit.

The machine starts up and a beautiful green portal opens. Stretch and him step through to enjoy a day out.

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[the-white-soul]

Oh howdy Paps. and yeah Sans, you remind me a lot of my own world or well... what's left of it at least. my Sans was like you, calm and lazy he was a very fun person at times and a deadly judge at others... I wish my universe still existed... Anyways yeah, your very popular ya know, I met a Green version of you, and edgy one, a glitchy one, Heck one had a paint brush. I feel light headed, I should really sit.

(Sans) "Oh yeah, of course! You can sit on the bed! *This is taking place in his bedroom if it wasn't obvious.* I've learned a lot about AU's. My father, deceased, put all his time and effort into me knowing as much as I could about science. Yes, he was Gaster. I now have a bunch of random information about random shit. I can teleport but I feel like that just makes me more lazy. I haven't exercised in 5 years. I don't know what Toriel sees in me. Whatever it is I'm alive. Oh, I'm sorry I forgot about your universe! I guess there just isn't much to say. I love my universe but if it was destroyed by someone like Chara I'd be sad but I'd get over with it. Fun fact I actually put liquor in these ketchup bottles. 5% proof actually. I'm always so fucking drunk! Grilby's has kicked me out of his bar more than Chara in that one drunk-Chara universe. My father really wanted me to learn about that one but all I remember is Chara got drunk at one point. When my father was my age he was building the core. And here I am, drinking a bottle of ketchup. Here's to our fathers we know we disappoint in the afterlife!"

[triflesandparsnips]

Update 1: A brief history of PUTTING PEARLS IN THINGS (IN EUROPE)(AND ALSO MY KITCHEN)

I've held back on this information for some time, but at last the moment has arrived.

Some time ago I found two related recipes, both of which are nearly identical and so are probably just the same recipe edited across a decade. The first is from the 1696 English translation of Barbe's The French Perfumer:

Another sort of Pomatum, very fine for the Face. TAKE two Ounces of Oyl of Sweet-Almonds, half an Ounce of Virgin-Wax[,] four Penny-worth of Sperma-Ceti; melt the whole together in an Earthen Dish, over a Chafing-dish full of burning Ashes; stir gently the Wax with a wooden Spatula, that the whole be well mingled and incorporated: Then take off the Fire your Composition, and pour to it by degrees some fair Water, beating it in the mean while with the Spatula. Continue so doing till your dish is full, and your Pomatum congealed in the Water, for it must swim in the Water: Having so beat it a long while in the first Water, pour the Water out, and put some fresh, still working your Pomatum till 'tis white, then it will swim upon the Water; take it out with the Spatula, and work it without Water, till it is very white. All the Water being strained out of your Pomatum, mix in it Borax beaten very fine, of the bigness of a small Nut, and some Essence of Pearl beaten very fine; mingle it all together very well, and 'tis done.

The second is from the 1711 English translation of our lip-balm lad Lémery's Arcana Curiosa:

Another very fine Pomatum for the Face Take Two Ounces of Oil of Sweet Almonds cool-drawn, half an Ounce of Virgin's Wax, set 'em over a gentle Fire to melt together, after this fine [?] 'em in Spring-water again and again till the Pomatum comes to a pure Whiteness, then add a little Borax and Seed-pearl in fine Pouder, and beat up again to the Consistence of a Delicate Unguent.

I really love having these two recipes to compare against one another -- Barbe has more detail, but also wants me to add a little over 8 grams of whale goo to the mix, which I am disinclined to do. Meanwhile, Lémery's recipe is considerably shorter and in more modern English (hooray for a decade of development!), but it's a recipe that clearly relies on some shorthand terms -- which, fortunately, are described by the earlier Barbe text.

(NOTE: Regarding whale goo, artificial spermaceti exists! It's called cetyl esters wax, and it's made from coconuts. But also, apparently the previously-a-mystery-to-me jojoba oil is considered a reasonable replacement -- so if you ever want to gross out people, here you go, just start talking about how the jojoba oil in your friend's homemade whatever is there to replace the skull wax from sperm whales.)

Figures 1-3. Identical objects, apparently.

Since the spermaceti left the building recipe sometime between 1696 and 1711, I wasn't particularly concerned with getting any of its replacements (we'll see if I come to regret this later). However, I was intrigued by the change to the "pearl" ingredient thrown in at the end.

Was there, I wondered, any difference between "Essence of Pearl" and "Seed pearl in fine powder"?

The Incredibly Big Difference between Essence of Pearl and Pearl Powder

There are quite a lot of ways to prepare pearls, if you're a 1600s apothecary.

"Magistery of Pearls" is pearls dissolved in vinegar.

"Salt of Pearls" is the salt leftover from when Magistery of Pearls is distilled in an alembic.

"Aqua perlata" is pearls dissolved in lemon juice, decanted, more lemon juice added back in, and then a shitton of sugar to finish up-- essentially lemonade with Super Pearl Power (tm).

There were also Oils, Liquors, Tinctures, Arcanums, Flowers, and Spirits -- all of which, if your name is Moyse Charas and you're feeling salty about unscrupulous Authors, were "drawn forth by the help of corroding Menstruums, which are rather Destructions than Preparations."

Figure 4. Local calm-looking apothecary with fab hair nonetheless ready to throat-punch next person who suggests dissolving pearls in vinegar.

Pearls were considered a really special medical ingredient, useful for things like heart palpitations, diseases of the eye, poison resistance, healing from pestilence and malignant fevers, and crucially (for hilarious, Stede Bonnet-related reasons):

were a "great help for those who are sad or timid and in every sickness which is caused by melancholia"; and

used "to strengthen and comfort [...] the Noble parts"

(ahem. "Noble parts")

(PENISES)

Anyway--

Pearls, though, were really expensive, which tbh was probably a large part of why they were Special. So there was, let us say, an opportunity for a clever inventor to fill an otherwise empty commercial niche.

Enter M. Jacquin and his process for creating artificial pearls.

Figure 5. A handy illustration of several unnamed women just doing their best and also some guy's invention I guess.

M. Jacquin made rosaries, and he wanted pearls for them-- but he also wanted regular people to be able to afford those rosaries. Around about 1656 he figured out that if one harvested the scales of wee fishies, the natural iridescence of those scales could be extracted and then applied to stuff to make fake, but nice-looking, pearls.

That iridescence is, ta da, Essence of Pearls. Mystery solved.

Or is it

Cool, I thought. Well, let's just see if ground-up fish scales are still around--

Neat! They are! In fact, while the name "essence of pearl" isn't used so much anymore, this stuff is often referred to by the chemical structure: crystalline guanine.

(Btw you may recognize "guanine" from such fabulous places as our DNA, the related word "guano", or this list of FDA-approved colorants that are exempt from testing and are also coincidentally used frequently by very fancy cosmetic companies.)

What I discovered, though, after whole minutes of fruitless searching, is that wee little independent weirdos like me can't get crystalline guanine for love or money-- it's just not available in the consumer market.

Real pearl powder, on the other hand...

Also no

Pearl powder is both expensive and hard as hell to ensure is pure when you're just a funky little alchemist like myself. I came to the conclusion that, really, it made the MOST sense to just buy a nut grinder and a bag of seed pearls. Goodness, I thought, how has no one else conceived of this notion? I am a genius of truly astonishing proportions.

...let's fast forward a bit.

Imagine me in my workspace. I have a bag of freshwater pearls. I had boiled them the day before to clean them of ickiness, so there was nothing stopping me from taking out my new grinder apprentice, a strapping lad named Henrik who had a bit more muscle power for pearl pulverizing, and going to town on these little lads. Powdered pearls, and therefore an extremely fancy pomatum, were within my grasp.

I paused to take several very cute process photos. Everything was going great.

...Until I tried to actually grind the fuckers. Whereupon my suspicions were raised as to the veracity of their nature when, rather than neatly grinding down into powder (as anything in the 2-to-4 range of the Mohs hardness scale ought), they proceeded to make a hideous cracking sound, smell like burnt hair, and beat the ever-loving shit out of poor Henrik.

Figure 6. This started the evening as a new and flawless grinder lid.

I do not relish telling young Henrik's family of what happened to him under my cruel mastery.

Just in case this turned out to be a case of my picking the wrong tools for the job, I also hauled out a metal mortar and pestle and tried whacking the pearls. Notably, this was also a colossal failure.

My hopes and dreams for outwitting the 17th century and having easily sourced pearl powder? Dashed.

Finding some real goddamn pearls in this degenerate age

This, as it turns out, was harder than it looked. So here's my hard-won wisdom, such as it is.

Some tests one can perform in public before purchasing pearls:

Check that they aren't all identical. (Machines make identical things. Weird biological processes make all sorts of things.)

Check the surface feel. (Pearls are made in layers and have a textured surface. If you rub them against each other or on your teeth, they feel gritty.)

Weight/touch/temperature. (These are apparently also ways to tell the difference between real pearls and fakes. I have no confidence in my ability to use these methods, and therefore I decline to consider them further, because fuck it that's why.)

Check the drill holes. (Because of how soft pearls are, beads made from real pearls must often have very tiny holes so as to not destroy the overall structure. Fake pearls have larger holes, and under magnification those holes look kind of funky.)

Using these methods, plus a perhaps naïve assumption that truth in advertising was a law that covered both regular companies and the peddlers of pearls, I had assumed the shiny boys I'd purchased were real. However, there are many fakes out there that are genuinely trying to fool people (such as hapless tumblrites just trying their best--), and these methods won't work against them.

(Incidentally, I'm not saying there is no purpose in this world for imitation or artificial pearls -- which are different from "fakes", in my mind, because they're not trying to fool anyone. Some common imitation pearls are bathed pearls, cotton pearls, glass and Majorica pearls, Roman pearls, etc. -- provided they're labeled as such, they're okay fellas in my book.)

Anyway. Let's look at some of the things that can be done once you have some pearls and, also, no witnesses to your crimes.

Fire Test

So for real, probably don't do this one. But if you do, be advised that:

The internet says real pearls, held in an open flame, won't smell. Whether this is true or not, I can say that fake pearls do, and it is not a smell that is easy to dissipate. So, uh, fire tests should be conducted outside. (Except don't do fire tests.)

The internet also says that real pearls won't scorch under an open flame. Or maybe they do, but it wipes off easily. Or maybe they do, and they're permanently discolored, but they're not peeling or anything. Or maybe they don't scorch, but boy howdy they can explode.

All this to say: The internet was singularly unhelpful with regard to actual consistent instructions and results for the fire test, and I am now wondering whether any of my 1600s alchemical guides provide better details on the matter.

A Big Ol' Hammer

Remember the Mohs hardness scale? And how delicate real pearls are?

Yeah.

I have, since the tragedy that befell Henrik, gone and bought some more pearls. These, again, passed that first set of "in the store" tests. But it was time for stronger measures.

(No, I will not be discussing what happened with the fire test. Which I definitely didn't do, nor did I do it indoors, nor do I regret any of the things I definitely didn't do related to holding the pearl for far too long under the flame and also what it smelled like. You can't make me, mostly because, as mentioned, it didn't happen.)

One of the fake pearls, when smashed by the hammer, did not smash. It did make a valiant attempt at destroying my hammer. One of the newer pearls, when put to the hammer, kind of smooshed and revealed a tiny sad pile of powder after just one love tap, thus suggesting that it is, in fact, real.

NOTE: A gem/jewelry person of my acquaintance has, during the course of writing up these adventures, let me know that when grinding, drilling, or filing sea shells, one should wear a face mask because the dust is liable to make one ill (case in point -- heavy metal poisoning is No Joke). Whether that is also the case with pearls is an interesting question, but one of the ways to make fake pearls is via shells and mother-of-pearl, so, like-- masks are probably a Very Good Idea when doing any of this, or when working with dust of any kind.

Vinegar Time!

If you take a real pearl, and put it into white vinegar, it'll do two things:

Get a fine sheen of small to largeish bubbles across its surface as the calcium carbonate in the pearl and the acetic acid of the vinegar bang into one another and form carbon dioxide bubbles. It's pretty! It'll also fuck up your pearls, so only do this with test pearls or ones you intend to turn into magic medicine I guess. (No don't do that, Moyse Charas will come back from the dead to punch you in the throat, we discussed this already.)

After a few hours (think 24 or so) a very small pearl will dissolve, leaving a kind of gooey shell that you can squish and dissolve too.

You can see a video here demonstrating both the vinegar and the lemon dissolution of pearls, but with regard to my new wee pearl babes in arms, who are -- so far as I can tell and without the benefit of actual, like, gem science thingies -- actually real, here's what two of them soaking in vinegar for a few days have been reduced to:

Figures 7 and 8. Two pearls gone swirly in a vinegar bath (left) and the goo left behind (right).

...and if you think you see burned bits of pearl in that vinegar, no you don't.

Next steps for me will be to try and source a new lid for Henrik, powder the real pearls, and maybe actually try the rest of the recipe before I destroy yet another apprentice. So tune in next time for "Update 2: Maybe This Time Some Actual Pomatum? And 100% Less Fun With Fire (Probably)"

First there was my mostly historically accurate Stede Bonnet lip balm--

then there was the continuing adventure of the mostly historically accurate scented soaps wash balls--

and apparently I didn't learn my lesson, because get ready for...

The Pearl Pomatum

(which is to say, the face cream)

(...I make myself laugh, and that's what's important here.)

[venusandsaturnsrings]

sorry for the break but im back ueueue

got me thinking,,, do u ever think that incel diluc has some sort of savior complex rooted from the whole dark knight hero thing from canon? like i imagine that when he was running that bar, he'd have cases of people getting roofied and nearly taken advantage of and saves them, not mentioning that more than 3/4s of those cases were paid staff he hired personally,,,,

then when u came along strutting in with ur colorful attire and cheeky grin, dilucs mouth nearly waters and he has since decided to plan the most elaborate rescue to have u in his palms. he doesn't immediately save u when u were dragged out and stuffed into the van, he tracks u down (more like just drives through the abandoned warehouse he obviously rented for this masterpiece) and times his entrance just right so that he can stop it just as u were about to be disrobed. he knows he's won this when he sees ur thankful eyes, mascara running down ur tear streaked cheeks and pupils heart shaped at ur gallant savior.

honestly i see him justifying this with no one being really hurt in the end, and sometimes treat it as some sort of extreme sport.

idk sorry im really bad with other charas that aren't childe aaa

OOOOOOOOOH my love... you always feed me so so yummy... i'm never opposed to childe content EVER since he's almost all i talk about but diluc is so yum too... emotionally constipated red-head man <3 responding to this with @teyvatmoon in mind...

PLEASE READ THE TAGS ON THIS, IT'S A WEE BIT DARK

Diluc could justify anything and its somewhat of a talent. it's gotten him out of plenty sticky situations and is partially what has kept his reputation so very shiny. what kind of respected figure can't smooth talk and pull excuses from their ass? none of them. Diluc can do whatever 'horrible' things he wants as long as he can paint them as 'honorable' instead. who would go against the twenty-three year old student and business owner? no one with a brain, that's for sure.

since owning a café on campus was wildly successful in the day time, it was only the natural progression of things for Diluc to obtain a liquor license to host events in the evening. such after-hours happenings weren't frequent since it always took a lot of work and a lot of staff but he was happy to provide a space on campus for people to drink since, for everyone but you, it was safer. prior to starting these monthly events it took a lot of work with both the university, himself, and city representatives but Diluc is beyond charming when he sees fit. sorting out rules and standards was like nothing to the young man and so, every last Friday of the month, he'd host drinking at was usually a calm café.

you and your friends had frequented there during the day for quite sometime now so it was no surprise when you all began showing up to these monthly binge drinking sessions. it was nice to attend such an event somewhere you were already so familiar with in the day time. it didn't take long for you and the rest of your group to warm up to the place. perhaps for you, it was too fast.

the buildings front was a large glass garage door that would be rolled up in the hot months to create better airflow since there was no air conditioning and it also allowed for more people to hand about the area with extended seating. being September it wasn't quite cold enough for it to be necessary for the door to close and thus it was still left open. students milled about the whole area drinking and laughing. you had decided to wear something a bit more revealing and daring this evening just for fun, well, what was supposed to be fun.

the skimpy and fully pink outfit had definitely garnered stares; hungry ones. such a head-turning outfit surely had more than just Diluc staring desperately. this... choice... of yours simply furthered the righteous feelings brewing in his heart. he was excited and many surly mistook the slight upturn of his lips as love for his work when really it was love for you. it was hard for even such a self controlled man as him not to stare at your tits, ass, thighs, stomach, or any other expanse of skin his eyes could find. your plump flesh was everything to him and he was certainly going to savour this first night of many in which he'd indulge in such a beautiful body. Diluc had almost entirely zoned out on you up until you had finally come to him grinning and asking for a drink. whatever he recommended, you said. his dick jumped at the words. well, he certainly did have something extra special to make for you. the drink was a deep purple colour, bordering on black, and glittering. it smelled of alcohol as well as a cacophony of berries. it tasted almost better than it looked. the only thing that would've made it better was a less salty and bitter taste but Diluc had given it to you on the house so no real complaints could be made. the drink as well as the evening was gone in what felt like seconds.

you had stumbled around back near the parking lot for some air and to text your friends only to remember you had handed off your phone and wallet to one of your friends with pockets in their outfit as you had none. it only took that one moment of disorientation for you to feel as though your body was being twisted and wrung out in every direction. in a way, you were. the hard landing on metal barely covered in cheap blankets did nothing to soothe the growing panic and nausea filling your body. you squirmed in every direction and cried as loud as you could but the hands trying and holding you down never ceased. the latex gloved hands all smelled of rubbing alcohol and all the voices sounded like venom. you were wholly convinced this was where you'd die. the roughhousing that ensued upon the van stopping was almost worse. being thrown on the ground and dragged over sharp gravel and nails would've made you worried about tetanus if there wasn't a knife right against the back of your throat. you heard doors slam and felt your body slam. this was the final time you were to be thrown but also the first time it had caused you to throw up.

the bile rose up your throat quickly. the salty and acidic liquid that rose up ended up covering part of your front and all of the floor in front of you. the group of men merely laughed at you. mocking how you're so weak and useless. can't even hold it together enough to not make yourself sick, they crooned. their hands, however, never let up on their assault of roaming your body. you thought perhaps they expected this and the gloves were a preemptive measure. with your head still spinning and stomach churning you almost felt upset about the masks you could now see obscuring their faces. 'cowards,' you thought. they paused. did you say that aloud? ah. you're really fucked now.

the chunk of wood that flew across the room and hit one of them hard in the nose startled you. with a heavy head, you turned to see him. Diluc. so he had piped up to insult them and he had come to save you; if the gun in his hand was pointed at them the way you thought it was. it didn't take long for the under-armed group to flee and Diluc to land by your side. concern was etched all over his features as he gently untied and helped you up. he didn't seem to mind the vomit getting on him at all. it was sweet in a gross way.

he took you back to his very nice home, after a brief trip to urgent care for aforementioned needed tetanus shot, to have you properly cleaned up and given a mix of medicines that should alleviate the drugs running through you rather quickly. his hands were soft and human. not a touch of latex or a whiff of rubbing alcohol. his arms felt safe. Diluc held you until you slept that night, more than pleased with how things turned out. you'd be his now and the extra jack-off material he got from recording the whole ordeal could stay a secret. that was his guilty pleasure. <3

[mudhorn-djarin19]

The Statesman Fair - (Agent Whiskey x reader)

@autumnleaves1991-blog is doing Writing Challenge Wednesdays and I just HAD to do this one. I love carnivals~ This isn’t my best writing cause I wrote it quick and I apologize but I still hope you all enjoy. I had a few ideas and charas I was gonna use... but then my bff gave me the idea of a Statesman run fair (after said state fair) and I was like OwO YES! I try to stray away from Whiskey for once but oops just get roped right back lol lol Summary: Jack takes you on a date to the Statesman Fair Rating: General Warnings: None but fluff~ AO3 Link | Masterlist | Join my taglist via here!

It was summertime and Statesman was hosting its annual fair again. Every summer they set up a fair within the distillery’s perimeters for the locals to come visit for some fun and help boost sales. Champ hired food vendors, games, rides, a petting zoo and even booked some music entertainment each year to keep things fun. Statesman staff could volunteer to help work the event or just attend for fun. You in the past usually volunteer with Ginger and this year was no different. The day of the fair came and you were sat up in the Statesman booth, selling your name brand liquor to the attendees when your fellow agent, Agent Whiskey swung by.

“Howdy ya’ll.” He nodded his head.

“Jack, we get this shit for free. Why are you here?” You laugh.

“Think Ginger will be okay to run the booth by her own for the rest of the day? I’d like to um… spend some time with you.”

“Jack are you asking me on a date?” You blushed.

“Um.. yea sort of. If that’s alright.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“I’d love that. Let me check.” You descend back into the booth and ask Ginger. 

She gives a nod and with that you step out the side door and greet Jack, hooking your arm into his. “Lead the way cowboy.” You smirk.

Deciding you are both hungry you make your way over to the aisle of food vendors. There were so many options you couldn’t pick but settled on some classic corn dogs and fries. Jack said they weren’t as good as the ones at the Texas State Fair but weren’t bad. After finishing your lunch he leads you over to the petting zoo. You stepped into the big pen and started to feed and pet the goats. 

“Aren’t you just a cute little thing.” You say scratching its ear.

Jack leans down to pet one but it instead rams him in the leg with its horn. “Ouch son of a-” He swears.

You laugh at the interaction. For a man who owns a ranch and grew up on a farm you think he’d not have such bad luck. You both move to pet the miniature horses to which Jack tells you about his three horses he has at home and how he’s love for you to come visit them sometime, which you gladly agree with. He leans back against the fence and smiles as he watches you pet and feed all the different animals in the pen. Not afraid of any of them and trying to share as much of your love as possible. 

After spending a good time in the petting he leads you over to the games. Determined to win you a prize or two… or more, he takes his luck at the balloon pop game. He fails pretty badly which is not shocker but he does win you a silly cheap bracelet that you wear with pride. He swears at the balloons saying they are so hard to pop and his aim is not that bad, just you wait and see. 

You lead him over to the baseball toss game seeing a cute dog plush you like. He tries his luck again and of course as he said, his aim wasn’t bad. Of course it isn’t, he’s a senior agent. He knocked all the blocks over first tying, winning you the big plush you wanted. The attendee grabs it down, handing it off to you. You both play a few more games, the water shooter game which Jack beats you at, winning you another plush and then whack a mole which funny enough you beat him at, winning him a plush in return. He objects to it at first telling you to keep it but you disagree, wanting it to be his. “You already won me three prizes. This one is yours. Keep it and think of me when you see it.” You wink. Heading back to the food for an afternoon snack you and Jack grab a funnel cake to share. You laugh when some of the powdered sugar gets stuck in his mustache. You wet your thumb with your tongue and then reach up to gently wipe it off. With powdered sugar collected on your thumb you pop it into your mouth. Pink tints Jacks face at the gesture.

As you both enjoy your funnel cake the sun starts to set, leaving the sky in a beautiful pink and blue tint. Jack leads you over to the ferris wheel. You place your prizes in a cubby box and hop on. As the ferris wheel lifts you higher into the air you curl more and more into Jack’s side. His arm drapes across your shoulders. The ferris wheel stops when you are both at the top, you both look across the Statesman property at all the fair hustle and bustle and the gorgeous Kentucky landscape.

“Thank you for a fun day Jack. I really enjoyed myself.” You smile, resting your head against his chest.

“Of course darlin’. Thank you for letting me take you out on this fun day.” His fingers find your chin, lifting it up to look at him. “I enjoyed our date. I hope you’d like to go on another with me sometime.”

You lean your face up to him, lips brushing against his. “Of course.” You reply, pressing your lips to his.

He presses his lips back and slides his hand around your shoulders down to your waist, pulling you closer. Your kiss is interrupted then by the ferris wheel jolting to a move again. You yelp and cling to Jack who chuckles and holds you close to him.

“I’d absolutely love to go on another date with you Jack. However, our date today though isn’t over yet… we still have all evening.” You chuckle, pressing a kiss to his jaw. Taglist: @sarahjkl82-blog​ @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange​ @blackberries45​ @s-unflowxr​ @donnaa @hailmary-yramliah​ @prideandpascal​ @parkjammys​ @so-many-reblogs​ @hb8301​ @darnitdraco​

[shinebrightlikeanarwhal]

Long Post:

I just made a self insert chara for Sally Face and they are absolutely feral big tiddy goth gf-

(Gender neutral pronouns pls) they will 100% smack the dog shit out of Travis and Larry for fighting in the halls. Homophobia? I think the fucl not you trick ass bitch. Apologizing for your abuser? Think the fuck again hoe! You living with them now!

Don’t wanna go home cause your dads an alcoholic? Pack your shit we’re having a sleep over bitches!

Call them a witch and this lol bitch will 100% attempt to summon a demon out of spite. This lil heathen runs on 30 minutes of sleep, a Canada Dry and unchecked anger issues.

They have a cat, based off my fat bastard Penelope.

They’re a bad bitch, ass fat 40 inch hair yours came in a pack (in college + the feral is well maintained)

For the love of god Sal and Larry could not introduce them to Lisa because they will 100% try to adopt themselves into the family. Henry met them by accident at a corner store and felt threatened by heady lil eyes glaring at him while he sifted through liquor bottles. He went home with a sprite that night.

Larry getting depressed and suicidal alone? Nothing but a word. This fast lil bastard will keep a keen eye on all their friends because that’s what mom friends do.

Will they kermit first? Probably… actually that might be the threat they use against Larry to keep him kicking. “If your dying in dying first, little bitch. Now eat your chicken nuggets and cry out your feelings.”

Now, you might be thinking: Narwhal, you can’t possibly say this isn’t a stereotypical black woman. HAH you’re wrong! This gay lil they is entirely docile 24/7 but if you dare hurt yourself or their friends they will eat you alive (might fist fight the red eyed demon for fun this non religious lil bitch fears no god).

Tbh the cult would be terrified of this walking demon. “This wasn’t in the book???” “That’s the red eyed demon??” “There’s no red eyes!” Little do they know. This motherfucker already made a deal with the red eyed demon to meet them when they die and help them purge the world, until then it can feed on their negativity.

Sal has someone the same height as him for all of two years and then this mother fucker starts being mad when he’s an inch taller- (because technically he’s taller than me by an inch… bitch-)

Larry and Travis are forced to kiss and make up or god help them if they cause a fight during this lil bastards peace and tranquility. The red eyed demon made a deal for a reason.

100% exposed Kenneth Phelps for child abuse and burned down the church. Got stuck on top of the church and did a little dance while the fire fighters tried to get them down. “I’m stuck on this roof, it’s burning n shit. There’s smoke in my eyes”

There is absolutely a reason my type of personality can’t be a self insert, they will uproot the story for fun.

God forbid someone falls in love with them

This mother fucker: uh… Hah. Hahah, uhhhh you good?

Larry: I- I called you pretty?

S.I: huh… pretty? Thanks! You uhhh… you bathed!

Sal *quivering* : Larry Face that’s the best you’re getting. They can’t take a compliment…

S.I: I CAN TOO

Ash: you literally just took a minute to nicely call him clean as a reply… you ASKED ME WHY WHEN I SAID I LIKE YOU

Feral disaster bottom ready to uproot a cult and make a pact with demons for humanitys sake.

(Larry and Sal still end up in jail for murdering Kenneth Phelps and Travis is now the second disaster bottom cause my life goal is to help all abuse victims recover and live their best life)

[the-mad-hattie]

Cupcake’s Feelings

Coco was visiting Cupcake in their home, they were curious about what all was in it, and Cupcake allowed them to explore.

“What’s with all the doll house furniture?” Coco asked spotting multiple doll houses and various dollhouse chairs and tables around the house.

“For my mom so she doesn’t always feel so tiny.” Cupcake answered.

“Oh right, you said she’s short.” Coco replied, but still thought it a little weird to feel bigger by having tiny furniture everywhere. 

“What about you? You ever feel tiny?”

“Not next to my mom I don’t, it’s like being a giant next to her.”

Coco was starting to wonder just how short this mom of Cupcake’s was with how Cupcake talked about her. They moved to the kitchen next and started opening cabinets. “Woah.” They exclaimed opening a cabinet full of liquor and wine. “I hate to tell you this Cupcake, but I think your mom’s an alcoholic.” 

“She is, don’t worry about it.” Cupcake responded and walked up to the collection of drinks. “Never actually tried any myself.” They said taking one down.

“No thank you.” Coco said closing the door to the cabinet. “Alcohol is bad news, it makes you say things you wouldn’t normally.” 

“Yeah releases your inhibitions, loosens you up...” Cupcake said aloud and thought about being more open.

*One irresponsible action later*

“So like both my moms are Charas, some kind of weird timeline alternate dimension thing, which isn’t even the weirdest part.” Cupcake started. “My mom is really tiny, my uncle’s a goat, my grandma is a scientist who runs tests on me and also a goat herself. Then there’s Metta who’s my age, and also somehow family.”

“That’s a lot of family.” Coco remarked. 

“Oh that’s not the half of it.” Cupcake exclaimed. “My tiny mom has like all this extended family too. Oh and speaking of tiny mom, everyone just treats her like a toy and that’s normal? I even once accidentally crushed her and my other parent told me it was fine with a big smile.”

“Yeesh, and I thought my parents were mean to each other.” Coco thought, but phrased it kinder to Cupcake.

“Yeah, it’s just. She doesn’t seem to mind it too much, like my mom allows it, so I guess it’s okay.” Cupcake said awkwardly. “I'm just happy I met you, someone I can talk to about all this.” The child said sounding even more out of it and putting a hand on Coco. “Can you get me more?”

“I think you’ve maybe had enough.”

“More more!” Cupcake laughed as they demanded. “Maybe with enough I’ll give you a kiss.” They said with another small laugh.

“Huh?!” Coco responded confused by Cupcake’s sudden forwardness.

“More more!”

“Fine, let me just get you another.” Coco relented. “Hopefully it puts you to sleep.” They walked back over to the cabinet and opened it back up. “What kind was it you wanted?”

“Imitation brand apple.” Cupcake yelled back.

“Wait what?” 

“Imitation apple flavored alcohol.”

“Cupcake I don’t think you’re drunk.” Coco said picking up the bottle of imitation apple flavor mixer. “This is for mixing with alcohol to give it an apple juice taste.”

“I have to be drunk after all that, I even said I’d kiss you.” Cupcake laughed. 

“That was weird, but look at the bottle.”

Cupcake took the bottle and looked at the label, examining the small print at the bottom, ‘non alcoholic mixer.’ 

“Are you okay?” Coco asked Cupcake who somehow looked more pale than usual. 

“I- I…. It’s non alcoholic. I’m sober, and I said….” 

“Cupcake!” Coco yelled watching the awkward pass out from anxiety overload. “Wake up! It wasn't that embarrassing I swear!” ______________________________________________________

@channydraws I wrote the beans.

[grailacademy]

Welcome To Grail Academy - Chapter Fifteen: Destroy Everything You Touch

“The Hedge Witches did more than push drugs and send empty threats to City Hall. The woman who ran it all, Kuro, she was a genius. A scientist before her time. She invented the serum for Boost, 4 different profitable versions of it to sell to the markets, she even made breakthroughs in Grimm biology and gene-splicing. But she was….flawed, in her own rights. She was addicted to her research. She thrived on Boost. She became enraptured with her experiments on Grimm genealogy  and its connection to dust. So much so, that she began to experiment on herself. Because of it, she was discredited as a scientist, all her work either stolen by the government or destroyed. And losing her practice made her desperate.” Madehold turned away from the window and made a motion at her secretary to leave the room and close the door. She did, and the headmaster immediately reached under her desk and poured herself another glass of a different kind of liquor.

She took a swig before saying, “Sable is what happens when human genes injected with heaploads of Boost mate with Grimm DNA. And I mean that in the most literal sense.” Then she knocked the rest of the drink back. “She is Kuro’s daughter, she leads the Hedge Witches now.”

The students in the room stood in shocked silence, mostly because they were still processing all of the information. Esmerelda had to sit herself down in the admittedly tacky beanbag just so her feet wouldn’t give out beneath her. “….What do they want with Yorick?” In response to her question, Madehold pulled a manilla folder out from her desk drawer and slid it across the table to Esmerelda. “Everything you need to know is in his file.”

Name: Yorick Navyn

Age: 16

Gender: M

Caretaker: Azora Navyn (Note: Azora Navyn retired hunter, graduate of Atlas Academy, Grandmother to Yorick)

Semblance Description: self-combustion (Note: unstable)

Registered Weapon: Dual-wield revolvers / firework launchers (Asterion and Chara)

Educational History: Academy of Early Learning, Atlas Public School

GPA: 3.5

Assigned Team: EBNY

Notes: history of property damage and harm to others due to semblance, see incidents 1A, 1B, 2A, and 2B

Incident 1A: vehicle collision (cause of parental deaths) show no signs of road struggle but extensive evidence pointing towards fire damage, possibly from semblance

Incident 1B: Navyn (age 3) found at scene of accident, retaining no injuries from crash or from fire

Incident 2: destruction of science lab of Atlas Public School, collapse of entire east wall, signs point to explosive chemicals combined with semblance-activated heat

Incident 2B: Navyn (age 14) once again found at scene, retaining no injuries, pleads claims of amnesia and blackouts

“His semblance is one of the most powerful that we’ve seen. His grandmother had it too, at least when she still worked as a hunter. Apparently the power is inherited, passed down. I assume that would be useful to the Hedge Witches on many levels.” Esmerelda flipped through the papers in the file until she got to a small, wallet-sized photo of her partner in his middle school uniform. She pulled it out from under the paper clip and hid it in her pocket. “Why do you know so much about this?” Nico asked, still petting Bernard’s head in his lap.

Madehold let out another long sigh, rubbing her templed while she attempted to word what she was about to say as delicately as she could. They could all see it on her face, she was struggling to even speak. “….Sable and I were very close.”

There is an abandoned church near the border of Calicem, with dusty stained glass windows and dramatic pointed pillars. It is a large monument that has long gone unused, originally built in devotion for some obscure deity that nobody bothered to worship. The heavy oak doors swung open and a girl with short blonde hair strutted inside, the breastplate of her armor reflecting multicolored light from the windows. Walking down that long carpeted aisle, past the tables and desks that replaced the pews of the temple, she grinned and quickly hugged another girl standing beside one of the bureaus, this one with much longer and darker hair. Her metal boots clanked against the wood floor panels, and twelve uniforms filed in after her. They all carried crates under their arms, awaiting instructions. “I used to lead the field scouts for the Hedge Witches. I worked under Kuro.”

They were again left speechless, all of them seeking to connect the dots between this new information. Madehold stared out the colossal window behind her, knocking the rest of her drink back and running her finger along the rim of the glass. “I had nowhere else to go, Kuro took me in off the street. But that was years ago, long before Grail Academy even existed. Why would Sable resurface now…?” She drifted off before she could finish her thought.

“Wait wait wait,” Nico raised his hand, “Can we back it up to the part about the headmaster of our school being part of a drug-dealing cult? Are we just not going to talk about that?” Madehold continued to watch the clocktower out the window, grumbling “I was young and naive. It was a long, long time ago.” No one else in the room was speaking, and it was beginning to freak Nico out. “Am I the only one concerned about this!?” Esmerelda finally piped up, interjecting.

“Nico, shush. I’m thinking.”

“But-”

“Shh.”

“But I-”

“Hush!” She waved a dismissive hand, and Nico crankily folded his arms and slouched down. Esmerelda stood up (struggling to roll out of the beanbag chair) and adjusted the collar on her fur coat that was slipping off her shoulders. “Whatever you did in the past does not concern me. What concerns me is what you’re going to do now. My partner is missing, and you seem to know an awful lot about who took him. So how are you going to get him back?”

Madehold placed the empty glass down on the windowsill. “Unfortunately, there’s nothing we can do right now, except file a Missing Persons report with the authorities and notify his family.”

“Bullshit!”

“Miss Versailles.”

“No! This is your job, and you won’t even try to look for him!”

“I have no idea where the Hedge Witches could be, they move bases so often. Yorick could be anywhere by now.”

“You’re scared.”

“I can’t help you. I’ll have Miss Pearl and Professor Kismet set up a campus patrol to keep an eye out for anything suspicious, and start a curfew for the students. That’s the extent of my power.”

The three of them left her office with Bernard’s bulky arms hanging over Esmerelda and Nico’s shoulders, half-dragging him down the hall. He insisted that he could walk on his own, but they were less than convinced when his eyes glazed over every time he stopped talking. “Now what? Are we supposed to wait and see what the cops can turn up?” Nico asked, disgruntled.

“No,” Esmerelda huffed, “Madehold is a coward. We take care of this ourselves. We’ll lay low for a bit, until things die down. Then we start our own search.”

[siramay-the-showgun-dragon]

in the underground

ok so I got a idea as a musical parody maker (I made 37 parodies of musicals before this) ok so in the heights and undertale COMBINED I call it in the underground and here's the first song (also called in the underground) so here we go

[FRISK]

Lights up on Underground Heights, up at the break of day

I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away

Pop the grate at the crack of dawn, sing

While I wipe down the awning

Hey y’all, good morning

 [NICE CREAM GUY, spoken]

Ice cold piragua! Parcha. China. Cherry. Strawberry. And just for today, I got mamey!

 [FRISK, spoken]

Oye, piragüero, como estas?

 [NICE CREAM GUY, spoken]

Como siempre, Señor Frisk.​

 [FRISK]

I am Frisk and you prob’ly never heard my name

Reports of my fame are greatly exaggerated

Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax

Is highly complicated 'cuz I emigrated

From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:

heartful Republic!

I love it!

 Toby, I’m jealous of it

And beyond that

Ever since my folks passed on

I haven’t gone back

Goddarn, I gotta get on that...

  Fo! The milk has gone bad, hold up just a second

Why is everything in this fridge warm and tepid?

I better step it up and fight the heat

'Cuz I’m not friskn' any profit if the coffee isn’t light and sweet!

 [PADRE BRIM, spoken]

Ooo-oo!

 [FRISK, spoken]

Padre, my fridge broke. I got café but no "con leche."

 [PADRE BRIM, spoken]

Try my mother’s old recipe: one can of condensed milk.

 [FRISK, spoken]

Nice.​

 [Frisk gives Padre Brim his lottery tickets, which he kisses and holds up to the sky.]

 [PADRE BRIM, spoken]

Ay! Paciencia y fe…

 [FRISK]

That was Padre, he’s not really my “padre,”

But he practically raised me, this corner is his escuela

Now, you’re prob’ly thinkin:

"I’m up spit’s creek!

I've never been north of Ninety-Sixth Street!”

Well, you must take the A Train

Even farther than Harlem to northern hotland and maintain

Get off at 181st, and take the escalator

I hope you’re writing this down, I’m gonna test ya later

  I’m getting tested; times are tough on this bodega

Two months ago somebody bought Ortega’s

Our neighbors started packin’ up and pickin’ up

And ever since the rents went up

It’s gotten mad expensive

But we live with just enough

 [COMMUNITY]

In the underground

I flip the lights and start my day

There are fights

 [WOMEN]

And endless debts

 [MEN]

And bills to pay

 [COMMUNITY]

In the Underground

I can’t survive without café

 [FRISK]

I serve café

 [COMMUNITY]

'Cuz tonight seems like a million years away!

En Underground—

  [FRISK]

Next up to bat, the Dreemurrs

They run the cab company,​

They struggle in the barrio

See, their kid ralsei’s off at college, tuition is mad steep

So they can’t sleep

Everything they get is mad cheap!

 [ASGORE]

Good morning, Frisk!

 [FRISK]

Pan caliente, café con leche!

 [ASGORE]

Put twenty dollars on today’s lottery

 [TORIEL]

One ticket, that’s it!

 [ASGORE]

Hey! A man’s gotta dream...

 [TORIEL]

Don’t mind him, he’s all excited

‘Cuz Ralsei flew in at 3 A.M. last night!

 [ASGORE]

Don’t look at me, this one’s been cooking all week!

 [TORIEL]

Frisk, come over for dinner

 [ASGORE/TORIEL]

There’s plenty to eat!

 [BRATTY]

So then chuntera walks in the room—

 [CATTY, spoken]

Aha…

 [BRATTY]

She smells sex and cheap perfume!

 [CATTY, spoken]

Uh oh…

 [BRATTY]

It smells like one of those trees

That you hang from the rear view!

 [CATTY, spoken]

Ah, no!

 [BRATTY]

It’s true! She screams, “Who’s in there with you, ansem?”

Grabs a bat and kicks in the door

He’s in bed with rakku from the liquor store!

 [CATTY/FRISK]

No me diga!

 [FRISK, spoken]

Bratty and Catty, from the salon.​

 [BRATTY/CATTY]

Thanks, Frisk!

 [FRISK, spoken]

Hoto, you’re late.​

 [HOTO, spoken]

Chillax, you know you love me.​

 [FRISK]

Me and my brother runnin’ just another dime-a-dozen

Mom-and-pop stop-and-shop

And, oh my god, it’s gotten

Too darn hot, like my man Cole Porter said

People come through for a few cold waters and

A lottery ticket, just a part of the routine

Everybody’s got a job, everybody’s got a dream

They gossip, as I sip my coffee and smirk

The first stop as people hop to work

Bust it— I’m like:

 "One dollar, two dollars, one fifty, one sixty-nine.​

I got it. You want a box of condoms? What kind?

That’s two quarters.​

Two quarter waters. The New York Times.​

You need a bag for that? The tax is added.​"

Once you get some practice at it

You do rapid mathematics automatically

Sellin’ maxipads, fuzzy dice for taxicabs and practically

Everybody’s stressed, yes!

But they press through the mess,​

Bounce checks and wonder what’s next

 [COMMUNITY 1]

In the underground

I buy my coffee and I go

 Set my sights

On only what I need to know

 In the underground

Money is tight

But even so

 [COMMUNITY 2]

In the underground

 I buy my coffee and—

Set my sights

 What I need to know

In the underground

Money is tight

 Even so

 [COMMUNITY]

When the lights go down I blast my radio!

 [KRIS]

You ain’t got no skills!

 [FRISK]

Kris!

 [KRIS]

Yo, lemme get a—

 [FRISK]

Milky Way

 [KRIS]

Yeah, lemme also get a—

 [FRISK]

Daily News—

 [KRIS]

And a—

 [FRISK]

Post—

 [KRIS]

And most important, my—

 [FRISK]

Boss’ second coffee, one cream—

 [BOTH]

Five sugars

 [KRIS]

I’m the number one earner—

 [FRISK/HOTO]

What?!

 [KRIS]

The fastest learner—

 [FRISK/HOTO]

What?!

 [KRIS]

My boss can’t keep me on the darn back burner!

 [FRISK]

Yes, he can

 [KRIS]

I’m friskn’ moves, I’m friskn’ deals, but guess what?

 [FRISK]

What?

 [KRIS/HOTO]

You still ain’t got no skills!

 [FRISK]

Hardee-har

 [KRIS]

Yo, Chara show up yet?

 [FRISK]

Shut up!

 [KRIS]

Hey little homie, don’t get so upset

 [FRISK, spoken]

Man...

 [KRIS]

Tell Chara how you feel, buy the girl a meal

On the real, or you ain’t got no skills

 [CHARA, speaking on the phone]

Nooo!

No no nooo!

No no nooo, no-no-no!

Nooo, no-no-no!

No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no!

Mr. Hato, I got the security deposit

It’s locked in a box in the bottom of my closet

It’s not reflected in my bank statement

But I’ve been savin’ to make a down payment and pay rent

No, no, I won’t let you down—

 [KRIS]

Yo, here’s your chance; ask her out right now!

 [CHARA]

I’ll see you later, we can look at that lease!

 [KRIS]

Do somethin’, make your move, don’t freeze!

 [FRISK]

Hey!

 [CHARA]

You owe me a bottle of cold champagne!

 [FRISK]

Are you moving?

 [CHARA]

Just a little credit check and I’m on that downtown train!

 [FRISK]

Well, your coffee’s on the house

 [CHARA]

Okay!

 [KRIS]

Frisk, ask her out

 [HOTO]

No way!

 [CHARA]

I’ll see you later, so…

 [KRIS]

Oooh... Smooth operator, aw, darn, there she goes!

Yo, bro, take five, take a walk outside!

You look exhausted, lost, don’t let life slide!

The whole hood is struggling, times are tight

And you’re stuck to this corner like a streetlight!

 [FRISK]

Yeah, I’m a streetlight, chokin' on the heat

The world spins around while I’m frozen to my seat

The people that I know all keep on rollin' down the street

But every day is different so I’m switchin’ up the beat

 'Cuz my parents came with nothing, they got a little more

And sure, we’re poor, but yo, at least we got the store

And it’s all about the legacy they left with me, it’s destiny

And one day I’ll be on a beach with Hoto writing checks to me

 [COMMUNITY]

In the Underground, I hang my flag up on display

 [FRISK]

We came to work and to live and we got a lot in common

 [COMMUNITY]

It reminds me that I came from miles away

 [FRISK]

D.R., P.R., we are not stoppin’

 [COMMUNITY]

In the Underground

Ooh

Ooh

 Ooh

 In the Underground

I’ve got today!

 [PADRE BRIM]

Every day, paciencia y fe

 [FRISK]

Until the day we go from poverty to stock options

 [FRISK]

And today’s all we got, so we cannot stop

This is our block!

 [COMMUNITY]

In the Underground

I hang my flag up on display

 [NICE CREAM GUY]

Lo le lo le lo lai lai lo le!

 [COMMUNITY]

It reminds me that I came from miles away

 [FRISK/NICE CREAM GUY/NEIGHBORS]

My family came from miles away—

 [COMMUNITY]

In the Underground

It gets more expensive every day

 [FRISK/NICE CREAM GUY/WOMEN/MEN]

Every day

 [COMMUNITY]

And tonight is so far away—

 [FRISK]

But as for mañana, mi pana

Ya gotta just keep watchin’

  [FRISK]

You’ll see the

​late nights

You’ll taste

​beans and rice

The syrups and

​shaved ice

I ain’t gonna

​say it twice

 So turn up the stage lights

We’re takin’ a flight

To a couple of days

​in the life of what it’s like

 [MEN]

Late nights!

 Beans and rice!

 Shaved ice!

 Say it twice!

 [COMMUNITY]

In the Underground!

In the Underground!

In the Underground!

Ah

 Ah

Ah

Ah!

 [ALL]

In Underground Heights!

[proxylynn]

Underfell: File Name not Edgy Enough #12

Chapter 12: GASTER

WARNING: I WANT NO RESPONSIBILITY OVER SPOILING THINGS FOR OTHERS. THAT BEING SAID, THIS IS HOW FILE NAME NOT FOUND WOULD FUNCTION IN THE AU OF UNDERFELL. BEFORE YOU READ THIS, UNLIKE THE NICE TIME OF UNDERTALE, THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED. THIS STORY WILL BE GRAPHIC, GORY, USE SWEARS LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS, AND DEAL WITH SENSITIVE SUBJECT MATTERS. FOR EXAMPLE, THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ THE FILE NAME RELOCATED SPOOF WILL KNOW HOW I PICTURE THIS VERSION OF LYNSIE COMING TO THE UNDERGROUND. IT IS NOT AN ACCIDENT. IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING DUMB. IT IS BECAUSE SHE CHOOSES TO END HER LIFE. SO TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT. I MADE IT BECAUSE I NEEDED TO LET SOME OF THIS EDGINESS OUT OF MYSELF. WHICH I GUESS MAKES UNDERFELL LYNSIE EVEN MORE TRUE TO WHO I REALLY AM. ANYWAY, ENJOY. ^_^

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[One long but really quick chat and drink at Grillby's later]

"whoa, whoa, whoa...back that up for me one more time. she planned this out with who?"

Sans is confused by what Grillby has told him. But all the flame monster could do was shrug.

"I've told you all I know and all she told me. She said her brothers helped her."

"her brother is on the surface. and she only has the one."

Grillby smirks.

"don't look at me like that. she told. i didn't ask to know."

"Right...Either way, I doubt she meant her human brother."

"the flower is still only one."

"Hey, I'm only telling you what she told me. And she said 'brothers'."

Sans sighs.

"does this other 'brother' have a name?"

"She called him by a weird name. Chara I think? He was the one that saw you snooping."

That made Sans flinch faintly.

"impossible."

"Why's that?"

"because there was no one else there."

"She said no one can see him."

"a ghost?"

"Ghosts can be seen, Sans. Hell, that one family of them took up that area in Waterfall."

Sans holds his skull in his hands.

"this doesn't make any sense."

"What's there to overthink? She has an imaginary friend. Big whoop."

"not that. the name."

"What? Chara? What's so weird about that?"

Sans rubs his temples.

"that name...that was the name of the kid the King took in."

Grillby's professional calm falters.

"W-What?"

Sans tries to think harder on this. What did any of this mean?

"she lives with the queen, but i don't think tori would actually talk about heavy shit like her kids. it would open old wounds. so how...how does she know that name?"

A memory comes to the confused skeleton. A past conversation he had with the human.

"You have a brother?"

"just one. and you?"

"Human or monster?"

"um...both?"

"On the surface, I got an older bro and a younger sis. Down here, I consider Flowey like a bro. Not sure how old he is. Oh! Do ghosts count? 'Cause I got this spooky little kid that talks to me sometimes too."

"uh...what?"

"Eh, but enough about me. I've been prattling on for too long as it is. I wanna hear about you. This bro of yours got a name or am I digging too deep for my own good down here?"

That simple bit in their chat. He paid it no mind at the time. But now? Now he sees the hints inside.

"Sans? You okay?"

The flaming bartender's voice snaps Sans out of his thoughts.

"huh? oh. yeah. just thinking i got some more questions for that girl."

"When you do question her, will you be bringing her here?"

Sans looks at Grillby funny.

"now why would i do that?"

"Because...I might want to mess around more with that silly pussycat."

Sans gets off his stool and tries to ignore Grillby's teasing tone.

"well...i better get going. pap will be pissed if he catches me missing from my post."

"Want one for the road?"

Grillby dangles a mustard bottle temptingly and Sans smirks.

"how much do i owe ya this time?"

"Ow. That hurts. This one's on the house."

Sans cocks his brow at Grillby as he takes the bottle.

"free? why so generous?"

"I consider the entertainment of that girl to be very rich. I recommend you bring her over more and I might continue my generosity to, oh let's say, your tab."

"...i...i might see what i can do."

Sans teleports to escape the creepy grin Grillby gets just thinking about it.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself..."

So speaks Punk Hamster between drinks who sits at the end of the bar.

"I haven't seen you this giddy since those girls got wild on lady's night."

Grillby sighs at the memory.

"That was a wild night. So glad I put up those cameras. Bitches tried to deny all the damages they caused. But I get what you're saying. I am feeling a bit more...heated than normal."

"You don't think you're starting to carrying a torch for the little lady?"

Grillby snorts at the very idea.

"Please...I'm a monster, not a pig. Sure, I haven't been with someone in a while. But that doesn't mean I'm going to rush over and snatch any female that walks by."

Punk Hamster snickers.

"Heh...Well, that's kind of what you did."

Having walked into that, Grillby sneers and takes Punk Hamster's glass.

"Hey! I wasn't finished with that."

"Any decent bartender knows when a patron has had too much."

"Ah, come on man. It was a joke."

Grillby ignores him by going about his job, leaving Punk Hamster to lose his buzz and snack on nuts.

[Meanwhile: Back with the human]

Urgh...My head is pounding. I feel nauseous. The hell happened?

"🕈☜☹☹ ☠⚐🕈📬📬📬✡⚐🕆 ☹⚐⚐😐 ☹✋😐☜ ✡⚐🕆 ☟✌👎 ✌ ☝⚐⚐👎 ❄✋💣☜📬" (WELL NOW...YOU LOOK LIKE YOU HAD A GOOD TIME.)

Oh great. Now I have to deal with him.

"Hey, G. Um...What happened?"

Gaster chuckles.

"☟✌✞✋☠☝ ❄☼⚐🕆👌☹☜ ☼☜💣☜💣👌☜☼✋☠☝✍ ☠⚐❄ 💧🕆☼🏱☼✋💧✋☠☝📬 ✡⚐🕆🕯✞☜ ☠☜✞☜☼ 👌☜☜☠ ✋☠❄⚐✠✋👍✌❄☜👎 👌☜☞⚐☼☜📬" (HAVING TROUBLE REMEMBERING? NOT SURPRISING. YOU'VE NEVER BEEN INTOXICATED BEFORE.)

"Wait...So I did get drunk? I didn't get...weird...Did I?"

"☠⚐📬 ✡⚐🕆 💣☜☼☜☹✡ ☟✌👎 ✌☠ ✋☠👍☼☜✌💧☜ ✋☠ ✡⚐🕆☼ 💧☜☠💧☜ 💣✋☼❄☟" (NO. YOU MERELY HAD AN INCREASE IN YOUR SENSE MIRTH.)

"So...I was just a giggling idiot?"

"🏱☼☜❄❄✡ 💣🕆👍☟📬" (PRETTY MUCH.)

I snicker at that.

"Heh...Playful drunk. That's the best outcome that could've happened."

"✌☞☼✌✋👎 ✡⚐🕆 🕈☜☼☜ ☝⚐✋☠☝ ❄⚐ 👌☜ 💣⚐☼☜ 🏱☼⚐💣✋💧👍🕆⚐🕆💧✍" (AFRAID YOU WERE GOING TO BE MORE PROMISCUOUS?)

"Oh yeah. I don't want to end up being slutty drunk. Way too much can end up happening and I'd have no clue of any of it."

"✌☝☼☜☜👎📬 ✋❄ 🕈⚐🕆☹👎 👌☜ 💧🕆👍☟ ✌ 💧☟✌💣☜ ✋☞ 💧⚐💣☜❄☟✋☠☝ 🕈☜☼☜ ❄⚐ ☟✌🏱🏱☜☠ ❄⚐ ✡⚐🕆 ⚐☼ ✡⚐🕆☼ 💧⚐🕆☹📬" (AGREED. IT WOULD BE SUCH A SHAME IF SOMETHING WERE TO HAPPEN TO YOU OR YOUR SOUL.)

That tone he had didn't slip by my "well that's not good" radar. That has my senses on alert. After Chara's super weird warning, I'm a little on edge around him. Though part of me still wants to be kind and trust him.

"I've never asked this, and you don't have to answer if I'm being rude for asking, but...How did you end up here?"

He seems to be slightly taken back by the question. Yet he is quick to recover his composer like normal.

"✋❄🕯💧 ☠⚐❄ 💣✡ ☞⚐☠👎☜💧❄ 💣☜💣⚐☼✡📪 👌🕆❄ ✋❄ ☟✌🏱🏱☜☠☜👎 ☠⚐☠ ❄☟☜ ☹☜💧💧📬" (IT'S NOT MY FONDEST MEMORY, BUT IT HAPPENED NON THE LESS.)

He motions me closer and I do, all be it with what I hope is the subtlest hint of my nervousness.

"✡⚐🕆🕯☼☜ ☟☜💧✋❄✌☠❄📪 ☹✋❄❄☹☜ ⚐☠☜📬 🕈☟✡✍" (YOU'RE HESITANT, LITTLE ONE. WHY?)

"What? No. I'm just still messed up from liquor. I don't want to fall or barf on you."

He eyes me a bit but appears to let my behavior slide.

"✞☜☼✡ 🕈☜☹☹📬 ✡⚐🕆 💣✌✡ ☠⚐❄ ☝🕆☜💧💧 ✋❄ ☞☼⚐💣 ❄☟☜ ☹⚐⚐😐💧 ⚐☞ 💣☜ ☠⚐🕈📪 👌🕆❄ ✋☠ 💣✡ 🏱☼✋💣☜📪 ✋ 🕈✌💧 ⚐☠👍☜ ❄☟☜ ☟☜✌👎 💧👍✋☜☠❄✋💧❄ ❄⚐ ❄☟☜ ☼⚐✡✌☹ ☞✌💣✋☹✡📬" (VERY WELL. YOU MAY NOT GUESS IT FROM THE LOOKS OF ME NOW, BUT IN MY PRIME, I WAS ONCE THE HEAD SCIENTIST TO THE ROYAL FAMILY.)

"Really?"

"✡☜💧📬 💣✡ ☞🕆☹☹ ❄✋❄☹☜ ✋💧 👎☼📬 🕈📬 👎📬 ☝✌💧❄☜☼📬" (YES. MY FULL TITLE IS DR. W. D. GASTER.)

"Initials?"

"✋❄🕯💧 💣✡ ☞✋☼💧❄ ☠✌💣☜📬 ✋❄ 💧❄✌☠👎💧 ☞⚐☼ 🕈✋☠☝👎✋☠☝📬" (IT'S MY FIRST NAME. IT STANDS FOR WINGDING.)

I tilt my head when something in my head clicks with that name.

"Wingding? Like the font?"

He nods.

"👍⚐☼☼☜👍❄📬" (CORRECT.)

He watches as the gears turn in my head and I am literally unsure about asking that which I know.

"☝⚐ ⚐☠📬 ✌💧😐 💣☜📬 ✋ 😐☠⚐🕈 ✡⚐🕆 🕈✌☠❄ ❄⚐📬" (GO ON. ASK ME. I KNOW YOU WANT TO.)

"Sans and Papyrus...Are you...related to them?"

The cocky grin smearing his face is chilling.

"✡⚐🕆🕯☼☜ ✞☜☼✡ ✌💧❄🕆❄☜ ❄⚐ 🏱✋☜👍☜ ✋❄ ❄⚐☝☜❄☟☜☼ ☞☼⚐💣 ☺🕆💧❄ 💣✡ ☠✌💣☜ ✌☹⚐☠☜📬 ✋ 👍⚐💣💣☜☠👎 ✡⚐🕆 ☞⚐☼ ❄☟✌❄📪 ☟🕆💣✌☠📬 ✋☠👎☜☜👎📪 💧✌☠💧 ✌☠👎 🏱✌🏱✡☼🕆💧 ✌☼☜ 👌⚐❄☟ 💣✡ 😐✋☠📬 ✋☠ ☞✌👍❄📪 ❄☟☜✡ ✌☼☜ 💣✡ ✡⚐🕆☠☝☜☼ 💧✋👌☹✋☠☝💧📬" (YOU'RE VERY ASTUTE TO PIECE IT TOGETHER FROM JUST MY NAME ALONE. I COMMEND YOU FOR THAT, HUMAN. INDEED, SANS AND PAPYRUS ARE BOTH MY KIN. IN FACT, THEY ARE MY YOUNGER SIBLINGS.)

Initially, shock has me for the most part. But soon puzzlement takes over.

"But...Sans said he only has one brother."

"❄☟✌❄🕯💧 👌☜👍✌🕆💧☜ ☟☜ 👎⚐☜💧☠🕯❄ ☼☜💣☜💣👌☜☼ 💣☜📬 ☠⚐ ⚐☠☜ 👎⚐☜💧📬 ✌❄ ☹☜✌💧❄📪 ☠⚐❄ ☜☠❄✋☼☜☹✡📬" (THAT'S BECAUSE HE DOESN'T REMEMBER ME. NO ONE DOES. AT LEAST, NOT ENTIRELY.)

"Care to make sense out of that?"

"☝☹✌👎☹✡📬 ✡⚐🕆 💧☜☜📬📬📬✌💧 ❄☟☜ ☼⚐✡✌☹ 💧👍✋☜☠❄✋💧❄📪 ✋ 🕈✌💧 ☝✋✞☜☠ ❄☟☜ 👍☟✌☠👍☜ ❄⚐ 👎⚐ 💣✌☠✡ 🕈⚐☠👎☼⚐🕆💧 ❄☟✋☠☝💧📬 ✋ 👍☼☜✌❄☜👎 💣✌☠✡ ⚐☞ ❄☟☜ ☠☜👍☜💧💧✋❄✋☜💧 💣⚐☠💧❄☜☼💧 ☠☜☜👎 ❄⚐ 💧🕆☼✞✋✞☜ ✋☠ ❄☟☜ 🕆☠👎☜☼☝☼⚐🕆☠👎📬 💣✡ ☝☼✌☠👎☜💧❄ ✌👍☟✋☜✞☜💣☜☠❄ 🕈✌💧 ✌☠👎 ✋💧 💧❄✋☹☹ ❄☟☜ 👍⚐☼☜📬 ✌ 💣✌👍☟✋☠☜ 👍✌🏱✌👌☹☜ ⚐☞ ☟✌☼☠☜💧💧✋☠☝ ❄☟☜ ☝☜⚐❄☟☜☼💣✌☹ ☜☠☜☼☝✋☜💧 ⚐☞ ❄☟☜ ✞☜☼✡ 🏱☹✌☠☜❄ ✋❄💧☜☹☞ ✌☠👎 👍⚐☠✞☜☼❄✋☠☝ ✋❄ ✋☠❄⚐ 💣✌☝✋👍✌☹ ☜☠☜☼☝✡📭☜☹☜👍❄☼✋👍✋❄✡📬" (GLADLY. YOU SEE...AS THE ROYAL SCIENTIST, I WAS GIVEN THE CHANCE TO DO MANY WONDROUS THINGS. I CREATED MANY OF THE NECESSITIES MONSTERS NEED TO SURVIVE IN THE UNDERGROUND. MY GRANDEST ACHIEVEMENT WAS AND IS STILL THE CORE. A MACHINE CAPABLE OF HARNESSING THE GEOTHERMAL ENERGIES OF THE VERY PLANET ITSELF AND CONVERTING IT INTO MAGICAL ENERGY/ELECTRICITY.)

"Most impressive."

"🕈☟✋☹☜ ❄☟✌❄ ✋💧 ✌ ❄☼🕆☜ 💧❄✌❄☜💣☜☠❄📪 ✋❄ 🕈✌💧☠🕯❄ 💣✡ 🏱☼✋💣✌☼✡ 💧❄🕆👎✡📬 ☠⚐📬📬📬💣✡ 💣✌✋☠ ☼☜💧☜✌☼👍☟ 🕈☜☠❄ ✋☠❄⚐ 💧⚐💣☜❄☟✋☠☝ ☞✌☼ 💣⚐☼☜ ☞✌💧👍✋☠✌❄✋☠☝ ✌☠👎 ☼☜✞⚐☹🕆❄✋⚐☠✋☪✋☠☝ ❄☟✌☠ 💧✋💣🏱☹✡ 💧⚐☹✞✋☠☝ ☜☠☜☼☝✡ 👍☼✋💧☜💧 ⚐☼ ✈🕆✌☠❄✋☞✡✋☠☝ ❄☟☜ 💣✡💧❄☜☼✋☜💧 ⚐☞ ❄☟☜ 🕆☠✋✞☜☼💧☜ ✋☠❄⚐ ✌☠ 🕆☠👎☜☼💧❄✌☠👎✌👌☹☜ ☞⚐☼💣✌❄📬 ☠⚐📬📬📬💣✡ ❄☼🕆☜ 🏱✌💧💧✋⚐☠ ✋💧 👍⚐💣🏱☹☜❄☜ 🕆☠👎☜☼💧❄✌☠👎✋☠☝ ⚐☞ 💧⚐🕆☹💧📬 ✌☠👎 💧🕆👍☟ 🏱✌💧💧✋⚐☠ ✋💧 ☟⚐🕈 ✋ ☜☠👎☜👎 ���🏱 ✋☠ ❄☟✋💧 ✞⚐✋👎📬" (WHILE THAT IS A TRUE STATEMENT, IT WASN'T MY PRIMARY STUDY. NO...MY MAIN RESEARCH WENT INTO SOMETHING FAR MORE FASCINATING AND REVOLUTIONIZING THAN SIMPLY SOLVING ENERGY CRISES OR QUANTIFYING THE MYSTERIES OF THE UNIVERSE INTO AN UNDERSTANDABLE FORMAT. NO...MY TRUE PASSION IS COMPLETE UNDERSTANDING OF SOULS. AND SUCH PASSION IS HOW I ENDED UP IN THIS VOID.)

Creepy vibe alert! Red flag warning!

"Souls?"

"⚐☟📪 ✡☜💧📬 ✋ ☞✋☠👎 ✋❄ 💧⚐ ✋☠❄☜☼☜💧❄✋☠☝ ❄☟✌❄ 💧⚐💣☜❄☟✋☠☝ 💧⚐ 💧💣✌☹☹ ✌☠👎 ☞☼✌☝✋☹☜ 👍✌☠ ☟⚐☹👎 ✋💣💣☜✌💧🕆☼✌👌☹☜ 🏱⚐🕈☜☼📬 ✌☠👎 ❄☟☜ ✞☜☼✋❄✡✍ ☜✌👍☟ 💧⚐🕆☹📪 💧⚐ 👎✋☞☞☜☼☜☠❄ ✌☠👎 ✡☜❄ ☺🕆💧❄ ✌💧 🏱⚐🕈☜☼☞🕆☹ ✌💧 ❄☟☜ ☼☜💧❄📬 🕈☜☹☹📬📬📬✌☹💣⚐💧❄📬" (OH, YES. I FIND IT SO INTERESTING THAT SOMETHING SO SMALL AND FRAGILE CAN HOLD IMMEASURABLE POWER. AND THE VERITY? EACH SOUL, SO DIFFERENT AND YET JUST AS POWERFUL AS THE REST. WELL...ALMOST.)

He gets to my curiosity.

"What do you mean by almost? Are some souls more powerful than others?"

He smiles wickedly and my skin starts to crawl.

"✡☜💧📪 ☹✋❄❄☹☜ ⚐☠☜📬 ❄☟☜ ☼☜👎 💧⚐🕆☹ ⚐☞ 👎☜❄☜☼💣✋☠✌❄✋⚐☠ ✋💧 ⚐☠☜ 💧🕆👍☟ ✌ 💧⚐🕆☹📬 💣✌☝☠✋☞✡✋☠☝ ❄☟☜ ⚐🕈☠☜☼💧 🏱⚐🕈☜☼ ❄☟☜ 💣⚐☼☜ ❄☟☜✡ ☼☜☞🕆💧☜ ❄⚐ ☝✋✞☜ ✋☠📬" (YES, LITTLE ONE. THE RED SOUL OF DETERMINATION IS ONE SUCH A SOUL. MAGNIFYING THE OWNERS POWER THE MORE THEY REFUSE TO GIVE IN.)

"That is interesting. But I get the feeling this is leading to something."

That apparently was the bait he was hoping I'd take. Because within seconds, he has my wrists locked in two disembodied hands and holds me off the ground to the point we're at eye level with one another.

"*snarl* This is not a move that a wise man makes, G. This is the kind of thing that pisses me off and I make you regret it."

That smug grin never falter.

"✌☹🕈✌✡💧 💧⚐ 👌☜✌💧❄☹✡ 🕈☟☜☠ ✡⚐🕆 🏱☜☼👍☜✋✞☜ ✡⚐🕆☼💧☜☹☞ ❄⚐ 👌☜ ✋☠ 👎✌☠☝☜☼📬 💧🕆👍☟ 🕆☠👌☜👍⚐💣✋☠☝ ⚐☞ ✌ ☹✌👎✡📬" (ALWAYS SO BEASTLY WHEN YOU PERCEIVE YOURSELF TO BE IN DANGER. SUCH UNBECOMING OF A LADY.)

"Let me go and I will consider not adding to those cracks in your skull."

"✞☜☼✡ 👍🕆❄☜📬 👌🕆❄ ✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜ ✋☠ ☠⚐ 🏱⚐💧✋❄✋⚐☠ ❄⚐ ❄☟☼☜✌❄☜☠ 💣☜📬" (VERY CUTE. BUT YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO THREATEN ME.)

"We'll see about that."

I jerk my legs to kick but they don't move. Two more disembodied hands grip around my ankles.

"☹✋😐☜ ✋ 💧✌✋👎📬📬📬✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜ ✋☠ ☠⚐ 🏱⚐💧✋❄✋⚐☠ ❄⚐ ❄☟☼☜✌❄☜☠ 💣☜📬" (LIKE I SAID...YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO THREATEN ME.)

"You cocky son of a breastbone."

That takes a moment to sink in before he laughs.

"☟☜☟☜☟📬📬📬☝⚐⚐👎 ⚐☠☜📬 ❄☟✌❄ 🕈✌💧 ✌☹💣⚐💧❄ ☞🕆☠☠✡📬 👌🕆❄ ☠⚐❄ ✈🕆✋❄☜📬" (HEHEH...GOOD ONE. THAT WAS ALMOST FUNNY. BUT NOT QUITE.)

"What are you planning? In the very least, don't let it be something pervy."

He looks unamused.

"👎⚐ ☠⚐❄ ✌👍👍🕆💧☜ 💣☜ ⚐☞ 👌☜✋☠☝ 💧⚐💣☜ ☹⚐🕈☹✡ 💧👍🕆💣👌✌☝📬 ✋☞ ✋ 🕈✌☠❄☜👎 ❄⚐ ☟✌✞☜ 💣✡ 🕈✌✡ 🕈✋❄☟ ✡⚐🕆📪 ✡⚐🕆 🕈⚐🕆☹👎🕯✞☜ 👌☜☜☠ ✞✋⚐☹✌❄☜👎 💣🕆👍☟ 💧⚐⚐☠☜☼ ✋☠❄⚐ ⚐🕆❄ 💣☜☜❄✋☠☝💧 ✌☠👎 ✡⚐🕆 😐☠⚐🕈 ❄☟✌❄📬" (DO NOT ACCUSE ME OF BEING SOME LOWLY SCUMBAG. IF I WANTED TO HAVE MY WAY WITH YOU, YOU WOULD'VE BEEN VIOLATED MUCH SOONER INTO OUT MEETINGS AND YOU KNOW THAT.)

"Then what is this all about?"

"✡⚐🕆 ✌💧😐☜👎 ✋☞ ❄☟☜☼☜ 🕈☜☼☜ 💧⚐🕆☹💧 ❄☟✌❄ 🕈☜☼☜ 💧❄☼⚐☠☝☜☼ ❄☟✌☠ ⚐❄☟☜☼💧📬" (YOU ASKED IF THERE WERE SOULS THAT WERE STRONGER THAN OTHERS.)

"And you said the Red Soul of Determination."

"✋ 👎✋👎📬 👌🕆❄ ✋ ☟✌✞☜ ☞⚐🕆☠👎 ✌ 💧⚐🕆☹ ☞✌☼ 💧🕆🏱☜☼✋⚐☼ ✌☠👎 💣🕆👍☟ 💣⚐☼☜ ✋☠❄☜☼☜💧❄✋☠☝ ❄☟✌☠ ❄☟☜ ☼☜👎 💧⚐🕆☹📬" (I DID. BUT I HAVE FOUND A SOUL FAR SUPERIOR AND MUCH MORE INTERESTING THAN THE RED SOUL.)

I sigh.

"Let me guess. Mine."

"☠⚐🕈 ✡⚐🕆🕯☼☜ ☺🕆💧❄ ❄✌😐✋☠☝ ❄☟☜ ☞🕆☠ ⚐🕆❄ ⚐☞ ✋❄📬" (NOW YOU'RE JUST TAKING THE FUN OUT OF IT.)

Before I'm able to rebuke that with a rather scathing set of choice words, he places his actual hand on my chest and I become a rather flustered mess.

"Take your fucking hand off!"

"🖂💧✋☝☟🖂 🕈☟✌❄ 🏱✌☼❄ ⚐☞ ✋🕯💣 ☠⚐❄ ☝⚐✋☠☝ ❄⚐ 👎⚐ ✌☠✡❄☟✋☠☝ 💧👍✌☠👎✌☹⚐🕆💧 👎⚐☠🕯❄ ✡⚐🕆 🕆☠👎☜☼💧❄✌☠👎✍ ☟⚐☠☜💧❄☹✡📪 ✋ ❄☟⚐🕆☝☟❄ ✡⚐🕆🕯👎 ☼☜✌👍❄ 👎✋☞☞☜☼☜☠❄☹✡ ❄☟✌☠ ❄☟☜ ⚐❄☟☜☼💧📬 💧🕆👍☟ ✌ 🏱✋❄✡📬 ☠⚐🕈 ✋☞ ✡⚐🕆 ☺🕆💧❄ ☼☜☹✌✠📬📬📬" (*SIGH* WHAT PART OF I'M NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING SCANDALOUS DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? HONESTLY, I THOUGHT YOU'D REACT DIFFERENTLY THAN THE OTHERS. SUCH A PITY. NOW IF YOU JUST RELAX...)

Wait, what does he mean by 'others'? Before I can ask, a strange surge of energy floods into my chest and I roar out as this new type of pain worms its way inside me. A delightful sparkle comes to his eyes, like a child getting a new pet, he knows what's to come but there's enough mystery to get him excited.

"✡⚐🕆🕯☼☜ ☼☜💧✋💧❄✋☠☝📬 👎⚐☠🕯❄ 👌☜ ✌ ☞⚐⚐☹📪 ☹✋❄❄☹☜ ⚐☠☜📬 ❄☟☜ 💣⚐☼☜ ✡⚐🕆 💧❄☼🕆☝☝☹☜📪 ❄☟☜ 🕈⚐☼💧☜ ❄☟☜ 🏱✌✋☠📬 ☞⚐☼ ⚐☠👍☜📪 👌☜ ✌ ☝⚐⚐👎 ☝✋☼☹ ✌☠👎 👎⚐ ✌💧 ❄⚐☹👎📬 ☼☜☹✌✠ ✌☠👎 ✌☹☹⚐🕈 ❄☟✋💧 ❄⚐ ☟✌🏱🏱☜☠📬" (YOU'RE RESISTING. DON'T BE A FOOL, LITTLE ONE. THE MORE YOU STRUGGLE, THE WORSE THE PAIN. FOR ONCE, BE A GOOD GIRL AND DO AS TOLD. RELAX AND ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN.)

I shiver and hate that Gaster knows how to speak in such a way that it gets to me. His words tickle a part in my brain that is powerless to him. As much as my body screams to keep fighting this energy and deny him of what he's expecting, I am only a human. I'm a weak creature by nature. I give in. I give up.

"❄☟☜☼☜ 🕈☜ ✌☼☜📬 💧🕆👍☟ ✌ ☝⚐⚐👎 ☝✋☼☹📬" (THERE WE ARE. SUCH A GOOD GIRL.)

Seconds after allowing his magic to flow freely into my body, from out of the hole in his palm emerges the heart-shaped core of my being that is my very SOUL. Yet something isn't right. A soul is primarily a single color. Now I know mine is a bit odd as it tends to change its color instead of staying a single solitary color. But this? This was new and very unexpected. This SOUL was not one, two or even three colors. No. This thing was a swirl of multiple colors all sloshing about like clashing waves, each one seemingly colliding with the others for more space for itself, almost like the colors are fighting for dominance of the SOUL itself. And the colors themselves, so many of them. Orange, red, blue, yellow, green, light blue, purple, and black. Though very faintly, two more colors were drowning under these crashing waves. From the little bits that can be seen, it looked like white and...pink? What the fuck?

"☞✌💧👍✋☠✌❄✋☠☝📬📬📬✋🕯✞☜ ☠☜✞☜☼ 💧☜☜☠ ✌ ☟🕆💣✌☠ 💧⚐🕆☹ ☜✠☟✋👌✋❄ 💧🕆👍☟ ✌ ✌☼☼✌✡ ⚐☞ ☜💣⚐❄✋⚐☠💧📬 👌☼✌✞☜☼✡📬 👎☜❄☜☼💣✋☠✌❄✋⚐☠📬 ✋☠❄☜☝☼✋❄✡📬 ☺🕆💧❄✋👍☜📬 😐✋☠👎☠☜💧💧📬 🏱✌❄✋☜☠👍☜📬 🏱☜☼💧☜✞☜☼✌☠👍☜📬 ✌☠👎 ❄☟✋💧 ⚐☠☜📬📬📬☼☜☹☜☠❄☹☜💧💧☠☜💧💧📬 ✞☜☼✡ ☼✌☼☜📬 ✋🕯✞☜ ☠☜✞☜☼ 💧❄🕆👎✋☜👎 ✌ ☼☜☹☜☠❄☹☜💧💧 💧⚐🕆☹ 👌☜☞⚐☼☜📬 ✌☠👎 🕈☟✌❄ ✌☼☜ ❄☟⚐💧☜ ❄🕈⚐✍ ❄☼🕆☹✡ ✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜ ☝⚐✋☠☝ ❄⚐ 🏱☼⚐✞✋👎☜ 💣☜ 🕈✋❄☟ 💣🕆👍☟ ☝☼☜✌❄☜☼ 🕆☠👎☜☼💧❄✌☠👎✋☠☝ ❄☟✌☠ ✋ 👍⚐🕆☹👎🕯✞☜ 🏱☼✌✡☜👎 ☞⚐☼📬" (FASCINATING...I'VE NEVER SEEN A HUMAN SOUL EXHIBIT SUCH A ARRAY OF EMOTIONS. BRAVERY. DETERMINATION. INTEGRITY. JUSTICE. KINDNESS. PATIENCE. PERSEVERANCE. AND THIS ONE...RELENTLESSNESS. VERY RARE. I'VE NEVER STUDIED A RELENTLESS SOUL BEFORE. AND WHAT ARE THOSE TWO? TRULY YOU ARE GOING TO PROVIDE ME WITH MUCH GREATER UNDERSTANDING THAN I COULD'VE PRAYED FOR.)

This feels so weird, my chest hurts from the pressure of his hand and the forced emergence of my soul. The longer it's out the more it hurts. But my discomfort means little to him, if anything my reactions only seem to further get his interest.

"✋❄ 🏱✌✋☠💧 ✡⚐🕆📪 👎⚐☜💧☠🕯❄ ✋❄✍ ☟✌✞✋☠☝ ✡⚐🕆☼ ☹✋☞☜ 🏱🕆☹☹☜👎 ⚐🕆❄ ☹✋😐☜ ❄☟✋💧📬 ✋ 😐☠⚐🕈 ✋❄ 👎⚐☜💧📬 ✋❄ ☟🕆☼❄ ❄☟☜ ⚐❄☟☜☼ ☟🕆💣✌☠💧 ✌💧 🕈☜☹☹📬 💧🕆👍☟ ☞☼✌✋☹ ❄☟✋☠☝💧 ❄☟☜✡ 🕈☜☼☜📬 💧⚐ ☞🕆☹☹ ⚐☞ ☞☜✌☼📬 ☺🕆💧❄ ✌💧 ✋🕯💣 💧🕆☼☜ ✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜ ☠⚐🕈 ❄⚐⚐📬" (IT PAINS YOU, DOESN'T IT? HAVING YOUR LIFE PULLED OUT LIKE THIS. I KNOW IT DOES. IT HURT THE OTHER HUMANS AS WELL. SUCH FRAIL THINGS THEY WERE. SO FULL OF FEAR. JUST AS I'M SURE YOU ARE NOW TOO.)

I know I was resigned to just letting him do as he pleased before and honestly, I would've stilled allowed had he not said that. Fear? He thinks I'm afraid? Oh hell no! Who the fuck does he think he's dealing with here?! He's toying with me, like being a cat and thinking I'm a mouse. The hell I am! I won't give in. Not anymore. Not to fear and damn sure not to him!

"You bipolar manipulative fuckwad!"

He's taken back by my sudden snap. But his eyes never leave their locked on gaze from my soul, which is starting to stir a lot harsher now.

"You think this scares me? That YOU scare me? Papyrus scares me more than you. At least he makes his intent clear. He tells me without hesitation that he has no issues ending my life. You? You can't seem to pick whether or not you want to be all friendly or be an outright creepy asshole. So no. Fuck this. Fuck you. This bitch ain't taking this bullshit anymore!"

My soul beats loudly and fast. The swirl of colors hitting each other harder. Two beginning to show more predominately as they are more fueled at this moment. Red...and Black. But my verbal venom does nothing to phase him. He sees right through me, chuckling with amusement as he leans in closer and the tips of his fingers claw into my chest harshly.

"💧🕆👍☟ ✌ 👌⚐☹👎 💧🏱✋☼✋❄ ✡⚐🕆 ☟✌✞☜📪 ☹✋❄❄☹☜ ⚐☠☜📬 ✞☜☼✡ ✌💣🕆💧✋☠☝📬 ✋ ☹✋😐☜ ✋❄📬 💣✌😐☜💧 ❄☟✋☠☝💧 💣⚐☼☜ ☜☠☺⚐✡✌👌☹☜ 🕈☟☜☠ ❄☟☜ 💣⚐🕆💧☜ ❄✌☹😐💧 👌✌👍😐📬 ✋ 👍✌☠ 💧☜☜ ❄☟✋💧 ✌💧 ❄☟☜ 💧❄✌☼❄ ⚐☞ ✌ ✞☜☼✡ ✋☠❄☜☼☜💧❄✋☠☝ ☜✠🏱☜☼✋💣☜☠❄📬" (SUCH A BOLD SPIRIT YOU HAVE, LITTLE ONE. VERY AMUSING. I LIKE IT. MAKES THINGS MORE ENJOYABLE WHEN THE MOUSE TALKS BACK. I CAN SEE THIS AS THE START OF A VERY INTERESTING EXPERIMENT.)

"I'm not your fucking lab rat, Gaster."

"✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜ 🕈☟✌❄ ✋ 💧✌✡ ✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜ 💧⚐ ☹⚐☠☝ ✌💧 ✡⚐🕆 ☼☜💣✌✋☠ ✋☠ ☟☜☼☜ 🕈✋❄☟ 💣☜📬 ✋🕯💣 💧❄🕆👍😐 ✋☠ ❄☟✋💧 ☼⚐⚐💣 ✌☠👎 ✌☹⚐☠☜ 🕈☟✋☹☜ ✡⚐🕆🕯☼☜ ✌🕈✌😐☜📬 ✋❄🕯💧 👌☜☜☠ ✌ ✞☜☼✡ ☹⚐☠☝ ❄✋💣☜ 💧✋☠👍☜ ✋ 🕈✌💧 ☹✌💧❄ ✌👌☹☜ ❄⚐ ☟✌✞☜ 👍⚐☠❄✌👍❄ 🕈✋❄☟ ✌☠⚐❄☟☜☼ 🏱☜☼💧⚐☠ ⚐☼ 🏱☼☜☞⚐☼💣 ✌☠✡ 💧⚐☼❄ ⚐☞ 🕈⚐☼😐📬 ✌☠👎 ✌💧 ✌☠ 🕆☠😐☠⚐🕈☠ ✞☜☼✋❄✌👌☹☜📪 ✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜ ✌☠ ✌☠⚐💣✌☹✡ ✋ 🕈✋💧☟ ❄⚐ ☜✠🏱☹⚐☼☜ ✌☠👎 🕆☠👎☜☼💧❄✌☠👎📬 🕈☟✌❄ ☜✠✌👍❄☹✡ 💣✌😐☜💧 ✡⚐🕆 ❄✋👍😐✍ ☟⚐🕈 👎✋👎 ✡⚐🕆 ☼☜🏱✌✋☼ ❄☟☜ ☺🕆😐☜👌⚐✠ 🕈✋❄☟ ❄☟✌❄ ⚐👎👎 ☝☹✋❄👍☟✍ 🕈☟✌❄ ✋💧 ❄☟☜ ☞🕆☹☹ ☜✠❄☜☠❄ ⚐☞ ✡⚐🕆☼ 💧⚐🕆☹🕯💧 🏱⚐🕈☜☼✍ 💧⚐ 💣✌☠✡ ✈🕆☜💧❄✋⚐☠💧 ✌☠👎 ✋ 🕈✌☠❄ ❄⚐📬📬📬☠⚐📬📬📬✋ 🕈✋☹☹ ☞✋☠👎 ⚐🕆❄ ❄☟☜ ✌☠💧🕈☜☼💧📬" (YOU ARE WHAT I SAY YOU ARE SO LONG AS YOU REMAIN IN HERE WITH ME. I'M STUCK IN THIS ROOM AND ALONE WHILE YOU'RE AWAKE. IT'S BEEN A VERY LONG TIME SINCE I WAS LAST ABLE TO HAVE CONTACT WITH ANOTHER PERSON OR PREFORM ANY SORT OF WORK. AND AS AN UNKNOWN VERITABLE, YOU ARE AN ANOMALY I WISH TO EXPLORE AND UNDERSTAND. WHAT EXACTLY MAKES YOU TICK? HOW DID YOU REPAIR THE JUKEBOX WITH THAT ODD GLITCH? WHAT IS THE FULL EXTENT OF YOUR SOUL'S POWER? SO MANY QUESTIONS AND I WANT TO...NO...I WILL FIND OUT THE ANSWERS.)

We glare deeply at one another. Sizing the other up, even though I'm clearly not going to win this. But it would be a cold day in hell if I'd let him treat me like some stupid lab experiment. I am no one's toy.

"...And if I refuse?"

"📬📬📬✋ 🕈⚐🕆☹👎 🏱☼☜☞☜☼ ✡⚐🕆☼ 👍⚐⚐🏱☜☼✌❄✋⚐☠📬 ✋❄ 🕈⚐🕆☹👎 💣✌😐☜ ❄☟✋☠☝💧 ☜✌💧✋☜☼ ☞⚐☼ 🕆💧 👌⚐❄☟ ✌☠👎 ☠⚐❄ 👎✋☹🕆❄☜ ❄☟☜ ❄☜💧❄ ☼☜💧🕆☹❄💧 🕈✋❄☟ ✡⚐🕆☼ ☠☜☝✌❄✋✞✋❄✡📬 👌🕆❄ ✋☞ ✡⚐🕆 ☼☜☞🕆💧☜ ❄⚐ 👌☜☟✌✞☜📪 ❄☟☜☠ ✡⚐🕆 ☼☜✌☹☹✡ ☹☜✌✞☜ 💣☜ ☠⚐ 👍☟⚐✋👍☜📬 ✌☠👎 ✋ 😐☠⚐🕈 ✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜ ✌ ✞☜☼✡ ✋💣✌☝✋☠✌❄✋✞☜ ☝✋☼☹📬 ✋ 👎⚐☠🕯❄ ☟✌✞☜ ❄⚐ 💧✌✡ 🕈☟✌❄ ✋ 🕈✋☹☹ 👎⚐ 👌☜👍✌🕆💧☜ ✋ ☟✌✞☜ ☠⚐ 👎⚐🕆👌❄💧 ❄☟✌❄ ✡⚐🕆 ☟✌✞☜ ✌☹☼☜✌👎✡ ❄☟⚐🕆☝☟❄ ⚐☞ ✌❄ ☹☜✌💧❄ ❄☜☠ 👌✡ ❄☟☜ ❄✋💣☜ ✋ ☞✋☠✋💧☟ 💧🏱☜✌😐✋☠☝📬" (...I WOULD PREFER YOUR COOPERATION. IT WOULD MAKE THINGS EASIER FOR US BOTH AND NOT DILUTE THE TEST RESULTS WITH YOUR NEGATIVITY. BUT IF YOU REFUSE TO BEHAVE, THEN YOU REALLY LEAVE ME NO CHOICE. AND I KNOW YOU ARE A VERY IMAGINATIVE GIRL. I DON'T HAVE TO SAY WHAT I WILL DO BECAUSE I HAVE NO DOUBTS THAT YOU HAVE ALREADY THOUGHT OF AT LEAST TEN BY THE TIME I FINISH SPEAKING.)

"Twenty six actually."

"💣✡ 🏱⚐✋☠❄ ☼☜💣✌✋☠💧 💧❄✌☠👎✋☠☝📬 ☠⚐🕈 ✋ ✌💧😐 ✡⚐🕆 ❄☟✋💧📬📬📬🕈✋☹☹ ✡⚐🕆 ☟🕆💣⚐☼ 💣☜ 👌✡ ☝⚐✋☠☝ ✌☹⚐☠☝ 🕈✋❄☟ 💣✡ 🕈☟✋💣💧✍ ⚐☼📪 🕈✋☹☹ ✡⚐🕆 💣✌😐☜ ❄☟✋☠☝💧 🕈⚐☼💧❄ ☞⚐☼ ✡⚐🕆☼💧☜☹☞ 👌✡ 👌☜✋☠☝ ✌ 👌✌👎 ☝✋☼☹✍" (MY POINT REMAINS STANDING. NOW I ASK YOU THIS...WILL YOU HUMOR ME BY GOING ALONG WITH MY WHIMS? OR, WILL YOU MAKE THINGS WORST FOR YOURSELF BY BEING A BAD GIRL?)

I look at him funny.

"Dude, I want to take that seriously but...wow...That was the lamest way you could've said that."

He rolls his eyes and sighs.

"☟⚐🕈 ☟✌💧 🏱✌🏱✡☼🕆💧 ☠⚐❄ 😐✋☹☹☜👎 ✡⚐🕆 👌✡ ☠⚐🕈✍" (HOW HAS PAPYRUS NOT KILLED YOU BY NOW?)

"Because not even Pap wants to piss off Toriel."

He shrugs his shoulders.

"✡☜✌☟📪 ✋ 👍✌☠ 💧☜☜ ❄☟✌❄📬 ☠⚐🕈 👍☟⚐⚐💧☜✏ ❄☟☜ ☜✌💧✡ 🕈✌✡ ⚐☼ ❄☟☜ 🕈✌✡ ❄☟✌❄ ✋☠✞⚐☹✞☜💧 ✌ ☹⚐❄ ⚐☞ 🏱✌✋☠ ✌☠👎 ✌☹☹ ✌☼⚐🕆☠👎 🕆☠🏱☹☜✌💧✌☠❄☠☜💧💧✍" (YEAH, I CAN SEE THAT. NOW CHOOSE! THE EASY WAY OR THE WAY THAT INVOLVES A LOT OF PAIN AND ALL AROUND UNPLEASANTNESS?)

"You paint such a beautiful picture. Are you a poet?"

He doesn't like sarcasm, as evidence of his clawed fingertips digging in so hard that they start to break through to enter my flesh.

"✌☠💧🕈☜☼ 💣☜📪 ☹✡☠💧✋☜✏ ☠⚐🕈✏" (ANSWER ME, LYNSIE! NOW!)

"Easy way! Easy way! Fuck! I pick the easy way!"

Now with an answer of my hopeful cooperation, his fingers release their grip into my skin and he removes his hand from my chest. This lets my soul return to me and I can now feel slightly less violated.

"❄☟☜☼☜📬 ☠⚐🕈 🕈✌💧 ❄☟✌❄ 💧⚐ ☟✌☼👎✍" (THERE. NOW WAS THAT SO HARD?)

I sneer at him.

"I'm beginning to see the family resemblance. I don't know who's smugger. Sans, Pap, or you."

He scowls and makes the other hands disappear, dropping me on my shaky feet that almost buckle.

"🏱✌🏱✡☼🕆💧 ✋💧 ☼✋☝☟❄📬 ❄☟✌❄ 💣⚐🕆❄☟ ⚐☞ ✡⚐🕆☼💧 ✋💧 ☝⚐✋☠☝ ❄⚐ ☝☜❄ ✡⚐🕆 ✋☠ 💣⚐☼☜ ❄☼⚐🕆👌☹☜ ❄☟✌☠ ✡⚐🕆 🕈✌☠❄📬 ☹☜✌☼☠ ❄⚐ ☟⚐☹👎 ✡⚐🕆☼ ❄⚐☠☝🕆☜ 👌☜☞⚐☼☜ ✡⚐🕆 💧✌✡ 💧⚐💣☜❄☟✋☠☝ ❄☟✌❄ ✡⚐🕆🕯☹☹ ☼☜☝☼☜❄📬" (PAPYRUS IS RIGHT. THAT MOUTH OF YOURS IS GOING TO GET YOU IN MORE TROUBLE THAN YOU WANT. LEARN TO HOLD YOUR TONGUE BEFORE YOU SAY SOMETHING THAT YOU'LL REGRET.)

I smirk, sticking out my tongue and taking hold of it.

"*mumble* Is this better?"

He looks at me deadpan and slaps his hand to his face.

"🖂💧✋☝☟🖂 ✋ ☟✌❄☜ ✡⚐🕆 💧⚐ 💣🕆👍☟ ☼✋☝☟❄ ☠⚐🕈📬" (*SIGH* I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW.)

I let my tongue go.

"You say that, but you know you're glad I come by. After all, it's like you said. You're stuck here, all alone with no one to talk to or interact with. You're lonely. It's understandable. It's why I don't hold this nutty side of you in the wrong. You're just a little awkward dealing with me. And I know I'm not the greatest human when it comes to rubbing you monsters the right way. I antagonize, sometimes on purpose. But do you know why I do it?"

"👌☜👍✌🕆💧☜ ✡⚐🕆🕯☼☜ 💧❄✋☹☹ ❄☼✡✋☠☝ ❄⚐ 😐✋☹☹ ✡⚐🕆☼💧☜☹☞✍" (BECAUSE YOU'RE STILL TRYING TO KILL YOURSELF?)

I snort a laugh.

"Nah, man. That sad part of me had it's chance and failed. I'm not brave enough to try meeting death again. Our long distance relationship will just have to continue. No...The reason I purposely bug the shit out of you boys is simply this...I like you."

Emotion leaves his face.

"You look confused. Let me explain. To strangers, I try to come off as normal. Letting them see the good in me and allowing them to make the choice of wanting to know more about me if they want. But when they do, when there are continued interactions, I let my real self come out more. The real me is kind. The real me likes to tell crude jokes. The real me will fight if something is wrong. The real me is a loyal friend once you earn my respect. And it's the real me you get when I see you trying to be real with me in return. That help make sense?"

He just stares at me for a minute or two. Just letting my words sink in. Then his composer returns.

"✡⚐🕆 👍☜☼❄✌✋☠☹✡ ✌☼☜ ✌☠ ⚐👎👎 ⚐☠☜📪 ✋🕯☹☹ ☝✋✞☜ ✡⚐🕆 ❄☟✌❄📬 👌🕆❄📬📬📬✋ 💧🕆🏱🏱⚐💧☜ ✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜☠🕯❄ ❄☟☜ 🕈⚐☼💧❄ 🏱☜☼💧⚐☠ ❄⚐ 👌☜ ✌☼⚐🕆☠👎📬" (YOU CERTAINLY ARE AN ODD ONE, I'LL GIVE YOU THAT. BUT...I SUPPOSE YOU AREN'T THE WORST PERSON TO BE AROUND.)

I smile.

"Same, G. You can be a bit rough around the edges sometimes, but for real, who isn't? Yet if you try to hold that side back then I'll hold my more obnoxious traits back in turn. If you play the gentleman, I will not play the bitch. Sound fair, Dr.?"

I hold out my hand in a friendly manner. He looks at my hand and then me.

"What's the matter, G? Don't you know how to greet a new pal?"

For a moment, a small smile creeps onto his skull but is quickly replaced with his normal flat line and he shakes my hand.

"✡⚐🕆 ☼☜✌☹☹✡ ✌☼☜ ✌ 💧❄☼✌☠☝☜ ⚐☠☜📬 ✡☜❄📬📬📬💣✌✡👌☜ ❄☟✌❄🕯💧 ✌ ☝⚐⚐👎 ❄☟✋☠☝📬" (YOU REALLY ARE A STRANGE ONE. YET...MAYBE THAT'S A GOOD THING.)

"I'm glad we can be cool about this. Honestly, when you started being all creepy, I was beginning to believe the warning Chara gave me that you were not to be trusted."

Things go quiet and the room gets ice cold.

"🕈☟✌❄ 👎✋👎 ✡⚐🕆 💧✌✡✍" (WHAT DID YOU SAY?)

I feel like I just fucked up.

"❄☟✌❄ ☠✌💣☜📬 ☟⚐🕈 👎⚐ ✡⚐🕆 😐☠⚐🕈 ❄☟✌❄ ☠✌💣☜✍" (THAT NAME. HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT NAME?)

My continued silence does not please him. He grabs me by the throat with both hands and gets in my face. The rage in his eyes almost makes me piss myself.

"✋ 👎⚐☠🕯❄ 😐☠⚐🕈 ☟⚐🕈 ✡⚐🕆 😐☠⚐🕈 ❄☟✌❄ 👌☼✌❄📪 👌🕆❄ ✌☹☹⚐🕈 💣☜ ❄⚐ 💣✌😐☜ ❄☟✋💧 ✞☜☼✡ 👍☹☜✌☼📬 ✋☞ ✌☠✡⚐☠☜ ✋💧 ☠⚐❄ ❄⚐ 👌☜ ❄☼🕆💧❄☜👎📪 ✋❄ ✋💧 ☟✋💣📬 👎⚐ ☠⚐❄ ❄☼🕆💧❄ 💧💣✌☹☹ 👍☟✋☹👎☼☜☠📬 ❄☟☜✡ ✌☼☜ ❄☟☜ 💣⚐💧❄ ☜✞✋☹ 👍☼☜✌❄🕆☼☜💧 ✡⚐🕆 🕈✋☹☹ ☜✞☜☼ ☟✌✞☜ ❄☟☜ 🕆☠☞⚐☼❄🕆☠✌❄☜ ❄✋💣☜ ❄⚐ 😐☠⚐🕈📬 👎☜👍☜🏱❄✋✞☜ 💣✋☠👎💧 🕈✋❄☟ ☞⚐☼😐☜👎 ❄⚐☠☝🕆☜💧 ✋☠ 💣✋💧☹☜✌👎✋☠☝ 👌⚐👎✋☜💧📬 ❄☟✌❄ ✋💧 👍☟✌☼✌📬" (I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU KNOW THAT BRAT BUT ALLOW ME TO MAKE THIS VERY CLEAR. IF ANYONE IS NOT TO BE TRUSTED, IT IS HIM. DO NOT TRUST SMALL CHILDREN. THEY ARE THE MOST EVIL CREATURES YOU WILL EVER HAVE THE UNFORTUNATE TIME TO KNOW. DECEPTIVE MINDS WITH FORKED TONGUES IN MISLEADING BODIES. THAT IS CHARA.)

"B-B-But he..."

"👎⚐ ✡⚐🕆 ❄☼🕆💧❄ 💣☜📪 ☹✋❄❄☹☜ ⚐☠☜✍" (DO YOU TRUST ME, LITTLE ONE?)

"I...I want to..."

"❄☟☜☠ ❄☼🕆💧❄ 💣☜📬 👎⚐ ☠⚐❄ 👌☜☹✋☜✞☜ 👍☟✌☼✌📬 ✋☞ ✋❄ 🕈☜☼☜☠🕯❄ ☞⚐☼ ☟✋💣📪 ❄☟☜ 🏱☼✋☠👍☜ 🕈⚐🕆☹👎 💧❄✋☹☹ 👌☜ ✌☹✋✞☜📬" (THEN TRUST ME. DO NOT BELIEVE CHARA. IF IT WEREN'T FOR HIM, THE PRINCE WOULD STILL BE ALIVE.)

I feel my face pale.

"Asriel?"

"✡⚐🕆 😐☠⚐🕈 ⚐☞ ☟✋💣 ❄⚐⚐✍" (YOU KNOW OF HIM TOO?)

His grip on me loosens and the rage in his eyes dims.

"✋ 🕈✌☼☠ ✡⚐🕆 ☠⚐🕈📬 🕈✋❄☟ ✌ 💧⚐🕆☹ 💧🕆👍☟ ✌💧 ✡⚐🕆☼💧📪 ✡⚐🕆 💧☟✌☹☹ 🏱☹✌✡ ✌ ☼⚐☹☜ ⚐☞ ✋💣🏱⚐☼❄✌☠👍☜📬 👎⚐ ☠⚐❄ ✌☹☹⚐🕈 💧🕆👍☟ ✌ ❄☟✋☠☝ ❄⚐ 👌☜ 🕆☠👎☜☼ ❄☟☜ 💧🕈✌✡ ⚐☞ 💧⚐💣☜⚐☠☜ ✡⚐🕆 😐☠⚐🕈 ☠⚐❄☟✋☠☝ ✌👌⚐🕆❄📬" (I WARN YOU NOW. WITH A SOUL SUCH AS YOURS, YOU SHALL PLAY A ROLE OF IMPORTANCE. DO NOT ALLOW SUCH A THING TO BE UNDER THE SWAY OF SOMEONE YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT.)

"And what about you?"

He looks sternly before sighing into calmness.

"✋☞ ✋❄ 🕈✋☹☹ ☟☜☹🏱 ✡⚐🕆 ❄⚐ 😐☠⚐🕈 ✋ ✌💣 ☠⚐❄ ✡⚐🕆☼ ☜☠☜💣✡📪 ❄☟☜☠ ✋ 💧☟✌☹☹ ❄☜☹☹ ✡⚐🕆 💣⚐☼☜ ✌👌⚐🕆❄ 💣✡💧☜☹☞ ✌💧 🕈☜ 👍⚐☠❄✋☠🕆☜ ❄☟☜💧☜ ✋☠❄☜☼✌👍❄✋⚐☠💧📬 👌🕆❄ ✋ 👎⚐ ☟⚐🏱☜ ✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜ 💣⚐☼☜ 👍✌🕆❄✋⚐🕆💧 🕈✋❄☟ 🕈☟⚐💣 ✡⚐🕆 👍☟⚐⚐💧☜ ❄⚐ ☹⚐🕈☜☼ ✡⚐🕆☼ ☝🕆✌☼👎 ✌☼⚐🕆☠👎📬" (IF IT WILL HELP YOU TO KNOW I AM NOT YOUR ENEMY, THEN I SHALL TELL YOU MORE ABOUT MYSELF AS WE CONTINUE THESE INTERACTIONS. BUT I DO HOPE YOU ARE MORE CAUTIOUS WITH WHOM YOU CHOOSE TO LOWER YOUR GUARD AROUND.)

There's this look on his face. I can't quite place it but it feels something like worry. I nod my head.

"I understand. Heh...Funny. Sans told me something like that when we first talked."

"💧🏱☜✌😐✋☠☝ ⚐☞ 💣✡ 👌☼⚐❄☟☜☼💧📬 ☹☜❄ 💣☜ ☝✋✞☜ ✡⚐🕆 ⚐☠☜ 💣⚐☼☜ 🏱✋☜👍☜ ⚐☞ ✌👎✞✋👍☜📬📬📬" (SPEAKING OF MY BROTHERS. LET ME GIVE YOU ONE MORE PIECE OF ADVICE...)

I expect a warning. I expect the kind of protectiveness a father tells a boy that seeks his daughter. What I don't expect was his face to distort and this suffocating red aura to swallow everything around him.

"✋☞ ✡⚐🕆 ☜✞☜☼ ☟🕆☼❄ 💣✡ ☞✌💣✋☹✡ ✋☠ ✌☠✡ 🕈✌✡📪 💧☟✌🏱☜📪 ⚐☼ ☞⚐☼💣📬📬📬✋ 🕈✋☹☹ ☠⚐❄ ☟☜💧✋❄✌❄☜ ❄⚐ 👌☼☜✌😐 ✡⚐🕆 👎⚐🕈☠📪 ✌❄⚐💣 👌✡ ✌❄⚐💣📪 ✌☠👎 ☜☼✌💧☜ ✡⚐🕆 ☞☼⚐💣 ☜✠✋💧❄☜☠👍☜ ✋☠ ❄☟✋💧 ✌☠👎 ✌☹☹ ☼☜✌☹✋❄✋☜💧📬📬📬👎⚐ ✋ 💣✌😐☜ 💣✡💧☜☹☞ 👍☹☜✌☼📪 ☟🕆💣✌☠✍✏" (IF YOU EVER HURT MY FAMILY IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM...I WILL NOT HESITATE TO BREAK YOU DOWN, ATOM BY ATOM, AND ERASE YOU FROM EXISTENCE IN THIS AND ALL REALITIES...DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, HUMAN?!)

I open my mouth to utter the first real scream in my entire life but no sound escapes me, there's only the terrified look of horror on my face. That look seems sufficient enough to give him an answer and he reverts to his normal professionalism.

"☝⚐⚐👎📬 ✋🕯💣 ☝☹✌👎 ✡⚐🕆 ✌☼☜ ✌ ☼☜✌💧⚐☠✌👌☹☜ 👍☼☜✌❄🕆☼☜📬 🖂✌☟☜💣🖂 👎⚐ ☞⚐☼☝✋✞☜ 💣✡ ☜✌☼☹✋☜☼ 👌☜☟✌✞✋⚐☼📬 ✋❄ 🕈✌💧 🕆☠👌☜👍⚐💣✋☠☝ ⚐☞ 💣☜📬 ☺🕆💧❄ ☼☜💣☜💣👌☜☼ 🕈☟✌❄ ✋ 💧✌✋👎📬" (GOOD. I'M GLAD YOU ARE A REASONABLE CREATURE. *AHEM* DO FORGIVE MY EARLIER BEHAVIOR. IT WAS UNBECOMING OF ME. JUST REMEMBER WHAT I SAID.)

He pats my head and my eyes roll into the back of my head as I pass out from all this insanity.

[Meawhile: In Snowdin Town]

Another hard day's work for the skeleton brothers. As like most days, no humans entered their territory. Aside from his normal watching duties, Papyrus had Sans stop by the house every hour to check on the human. Which after finding her at Grillby's halfway into the day and bringing her back to the house, she hadn't moved from the couch where she crashed. In fact, the only change he noticed since then was that the flower had placed the blanket it was hiding under on her, but nothing else. So when the time came, they clocked out and headed home for an evening meal before resting up to take on another day.

"SHE BETTER HAVE COMPLETED ALL HER CHORES."

"i'm sure she has, boss."

"I MEAN IT. IF SHE'S SLACKED OFF THEN I'M BREAKING SOMETHING."

"a bit much, don't ya think?"

"FINE. *HUFF* I SWEAR, THIS WHOLE 'DO NOT HIT HER' THING IS HARDER THAN I FIRST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE."

"goes to show that not everything can be solved by hitting it."

"*SCOFF* I BEG TO DIFFER."

Arriving at their home, the door is unlocked and they enter. The house smells clean and isn't on fire, so that's a good sign. On the couch, the human slumbers and above her in the windowsill the flower watches her with a concerned look. Papyrus gives the scene one look before ignoring it to see if there's any food waiting in the oven. Sans, on the other hand, knowing that she hasn't budged an inch in hours, approaches curiously.

"yo, weed. what's up with her?"

Flowey glares at the weed comment.

"This happens sometimes. I don't know why and she doesn't tell me either. But something happens when she sleeps."

Sans cocks his head to the side.

"oh yeah? like what?"

Flowey gets quiet and it gets his attention.

"uh...you gonna answer me or what?"

Flowey looks uncomfortable.

"Sometimes..."

"yes?"

"Sometimes she..."

Before Flowey can finish, the human bolts upright and gasps for breath. This scares the shit out of Sans who ends up falling back on his butt while she tries to relax her rapid breathing.

"Yeah...Sometimes this happens."

Sans growls in annoyance until he actually gets a look at her. She's pale as a ghost, covered in a cold sweat, slightly hyperventilating, shaking, her eyes wide open and dilated. If he didn't know any better, he would swear she was in shock.

"kiddo?"

She's like a statue. Well, a statue that's shaking like a leaf and breathing just as bad.

"lynsie?"

That brings life to her as her pupils retract to tiny dots.

"hey, are you..."

"HUMAN!!"

Papyrus shouts and she leaps off the couch...only to get tripped up in the blanket a couple time.

"GET IN HERE NOW!"

She stumbles her way into the kitchen and for a moment Sans wondered if this was the same girl he's been dealing with. Because right now, she resembled a frightened puppy hoping not to get kicked into its kennel.

"EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT IT IS I'M LOOKING AT."

His curiosity having been tempted, Sans sneaks his way silently over to the kitchen's doorway and peeks in at the scene unfolding. Papyrus is not happy and the human has her head down in submission.

"WELL? TELL ME WHAT THIS IS."

Papyrus points to a glass container filled with some weird brown mass.

"It's meatloaf."

"AND PRAY TELL, WHAT IS THE MAIN INGREDIENTS IN THIS LOAF OF MEAT?"

"Ground beef."

"HOW MUCH?"

"W-What?"

"HOW MUCH?! HOW MUCH DID YOU USE IN THAT SIN YOU'VE SULLIED MY KITCHEN WITH?!"

She seems to shrink under his voice and it has Sans puzzled. Her personality is all wrong. She would stand her ground, not give in. What in the fuck happened?

"T-T-Three pounds."

*SMACK*

She hits the ground and Papyrus is livid.

"THREE POUNDS?! YOU WASTED THREE POUNDS ON THIS TRASH?! IF YOU WEREN'T CONNECTED TO THE QUEEN, YOU'D BE DEAD BY MY HANDS AND THAT SOUL OF YOUR SHATTERED BECAUSE SOMEONE AS STUPID AS YOU COULDN'T POSSIBLY HAVE ANY POWER TO SET US FREE!"

She lays there for a bit and Sans almost makes the move to jump in to ease some of this tension. But she makes the first move, picking herself partly off the floor.

"Master..."

Master? Don't tell me he's really got her calling him that. Geez, bro, how massive is your ego?

"Forgive me. I wanted to try something new. But with the limitations of what is here and us all agreeing that I can't leave, I can't fetch more food. I tried my best with what I had."

Papyrus's stone cold death glare softens slightly to a less harsh but still harden look of disdain.

"BE THAT AS IT MAY, DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY LASAGNAS THAT COULD'VE MADE? IN A SINGLE DISH, YOU'VE SET ME BACK QUITE A BIT. AND THAT IS NOT A SMART THING TO DO."

"I'm sorry, Master. It won't happen again. I shall request your approval in future meal preparations that might interfere with your culinary craftsmanship."

Much to Sans's surprise, she managed to settle Papyrus down with that. Catering to his ego, a very smart move on her part. She's learning how to survive and roll with the punches.

"HMMM...PERHAPS I MISSPOKE. MAYBE YOU'RE NOT NEARLY AS STUPID AS YOU MAKE YOURSELF OUT TO BE."

Papyrus takes a few steps closer to her and stops when she doesn't make a move.

"HUMAN..."

She looks up at him.

"TAKE THAT JACKET OFF. IT DOESN'T BELONG TO YOU."

She merely nods before slipping out of Sans's old jacket.

"GOOD..."

He takes it from her.

"NOW GET UP. AS MUCH AS THAT THING YOU CALL A DISH OFFENDS ME, I DO EXPECT SOMETHING TO EAT. BRING MY PLATE TO MY ROOM ONCE YOU'VE TAKEN THE CORRECT STEPS IN FIXING IT TO MY LIKING."

She picks herself up and he leaves her, exiting the kitchen to shove the jacket at the apparently not so stealthy brother.

"THIS IS WHAT I MEANT ABOUT BEING SOFT ON HER. YOU GIVE HER AN INCH AND SHE'LL THINK SHE CAN DO AS SHE PLEASES."

Sans sneers.

"you said you'd try not to hit her."

"I DID TRY. I ONLY USED 5% OF THE POWER I WANTED TO HIT HER WITH."

Sans's annoyed look got stronger.

"WHAT? I AT LEAST DIDN'T BUST HER LIP OR BREAK HER NOSE."

Sans's look increases.

"I'M NOT GOING TO SAY ANYTHING THAT MAKES ME LOOK GOOD TO YOU, I AM?"

"no, bro. just no."

Papyrus sighs through his nasal hole loudly

"WHATEVER. I'LL BE IN MY ROOM. SEE TO IT SHE DOESN'T FUCK UP ANY MORE."

Papyrus walks pass his brother with little care and Sans mutters curses under his breath as he now enters the kitchen. To no surprise, the girl is setting out plates and still visibly shaken. He sighs.

"hey...try not to take what pap said or did too seriously. he just lacks the skills needed to not come off as a total prick."

She doesn't say anything. She merely goes about fixing a quick side-dish to compliment the main course.

"come on, kiddo, lighten up. this ain't the first time pap roughed ya up. and it certainly won't be the last. why not look at it this way...ya took the hit like a champ. that's something to be proud of."

She stops.

"Sans...I appreciate what you're trying to do. I really do. But can we not talk for a bit. Please?"

She didn't even sound the same. Something must have really gotten to her. Oh, the choices. On the one hand, part of him knew it was better to leave her alone. Yet, on the other hand, he wanted to make her suffer for leaving. What to do, what to do? Being the clever schmuck he is, Sans picked both options. Here's hoping she got so mashed she doesn't remember anything.

"yeah, okay. we'll talk later."

She appears to relax a little and returns to her work.

"Thank you."

"no problem. what are pals for?"

He turns on his heel then starts to leave, but pauses and looks her way.

"oh! before i forget..."

This gets her attention and he smirks mischievously.

"thanks for the fun at grillby's. i had a really great time."

He gives her a teasing wink before walking away and he swears that he can hear the gears turning in her head.

"...What the hell does that mean?!"

A quick shortcut away to his room prevents her from questioning further and allows him to let out the laughter a successful mind fuck gives. That'll teach her. See Pap? You don't have to hit her to make a point. Mind games are just as effective and even more enjoyable than violence. This is the good shit.

I can hear the laughter in the room above me and I growl in annoyance. God damn you, Sans. I have no idea if he's just messing with me or if something really happened at Grillby's. Argh! These skeletons! They will be the death of me! No, calm down. I need to relax and get my head together. I can grill Sans later when I force his supper down his...wait...How the fuck do skeletons eat?! Why am I only realizing this now? They have no tongue, throat, stomach, or anything else one would need to take in foodstuff. So how the hell do they do this?

"Lynsie? You okay in there?"

Flowey's voice derails this crazy train of thought.

"Yeah, bro. I'm fine. I'll bring you your plate in a sec."

I finish all this food mess and quickly bring him to the table where his share awaits.

"So you're really okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Because you freaked out a lot worse than your past nightmares."

"I told you, I don't get nightmares."

"Yeah, and I'm still not buying it."

"And again, I don't care if you do. But thanks for being concerned."

"You're welcomed. Thank you for dinner."

"Of course."

"When did you even make this?"

"Did it way earlier and had it on a slow cook so it would be done by the time they got home."

"Smart."

"I try."

"Try more."

"...Eat your damn loaf, flower-boy."

I return to the kitchen and get Papyrus's plate before heading up the stairs to his room.

[Knock, knock]

"ENTER, HUMAN."

I open the door and see he has his attention in one of those books they brought home the other day.

"PUT IT ON THE TABLE."

I do as told.

"If you want, I can get you some milk or water to drink."

The second he sees that the plate has touched down on the table, he moves quickly and the next thing I know is my back is slammed against a wall while his hand is over my mouth, pinning me in place. I'm confused by this sudden attack but the angry look he has tells me I'll know why soon enough.

"YOU THINK YOU'RE SO CLEVER, DON'T YOU? DID YOU REALLY THINK I WOULDN'T NOTICE?"

Unable to speak I merely tilt my head in puzzlement.

"DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME! I KNOW YOU'VE LEFT THIS HOUSE. YOU CAN'T EVEN DENY IT. YOUR STATS ARE DIFFERENT AND YOU ARE WEARING SOMETHING YOU DIDN'T HAVE BEFORE. SOMETHING I KNOW I'VE SEEN BEFORE IN THAT RABBIT BITCH'S SHOP."

Ah shit. He just had to be a smart guy. Okay, think. Don't panic and play to his nature. Be a good girl.

"WHAT? WHAT IS WITH THAT LOOK?"

He lowers me down enough for me to stand on my own and moves his hand to my neck, at least allowing me to plead my case.

"SPEAK, HUMAN."

Keep calm. Just mix some truth with a bit of lies. It'll sound believable that way.

"I can not lie, Papyrus. I admit it. I did leave the house."

His harsh eyes narrow in a glare that spells death unless I say something to explain my clearly wrong behavior.

"You're probably wondering why."

"I'M WONDERING WHY I SHOULDN'T RIP YOUR STILL BEATING HEART OUT AND SMASH IT INTO YOUR EYES."

"Look, I'm sorry. After I did all the chores, I got bored and curious. I wanted to see what neighborhood was worthy of my Master's greatness. So I went out to have a look, in disguise of course, and no one suspected a thing. Hell, most thought I was a dude. The only one to see through my ruse was Grillby. I gotta say, for a guy made of magic fire he's one cool dude. No pun intended."

He remains silent and brooding in a judging way.

"To be honest, I thought you already knew and that's why you were so pissed."

That gets him.

"NO. I HAD NO CLUE. WHY WOULD YOU THINK I'D HAD KNOWN?"

Payback is a hard bitch, Sans. You mess with me, I mess with you.

"Because Sans knew."

His sockets widen.

"HE WHAT?"

His grip on my neck tightens and I hiss at the rather sharp pain the pressure causes.

"YOU LYING CUNT! IF MY BROTHER KNEW YOU HAD LEFT THE HOUSE, HE WOULD'VE REPORTED IT TO ME! DO YOU TAKE ME FOR A FOOL? DO YOU REALLY THINK HE'D LIE TO ME TO PROTECT YOU? EVEN IF YOU ARE THE QUEEN'S LITTLE FOSTER CHILD, YOU ARE STILL JUST A PATHETIC HUMAN. YOU ARE NOT WORTH RISKING HIS LIFE OVER."

The pain is getting worse. I try prying his hand off but he's too damn strong. All I can do is wince.

"COME NOW, I'M BARELY SQUEEZING. YOU ACT AS IF..."

He seems to put two and two together while I'm still on side of confusion. He lets me go and moves the bandanna to expose my neck. I can't see what he sees, but if the look in his eyes tells me anything, I'd say he sees something I'd rather not see.

"HMMM..."

"What? What is it? Is there something wrong?"

"TELL ME, HUMAN...WHEN GRILLBY FOUND YOU OUT, DID HE HAVE YOU STAY IN HIS BAR?"

"Yeah. He said Sans would find me there sooner or later."

"AND DID YOU CONSUME ANYTHING THAT MIGHT HAVE HAD ALCOHOL IN IT?"

I'm starting to not like this line of questioning.

"Yes? He recommended a booze burger."

He sighs and now I'm getting nervous.

"YOU PROBABLY HAVE NO MEMORY AFTER A CERTAIN POINT IN TIME, RIGHT?"

"Dude, you're starting to freak me out here."

He just grins at me.

"Why are you smiling like that? Papyrus? Tell me!"

He shoves me back against the wall and laughs.

"NOW I SEE WHY SANS DIDN'T TELL ME. THERE WASN'T ANY NEED TO. HE ALREADY HAD THE PLEASURE OF PUNISHING YOU HIMSELF."

What the fuck does that mean?! Wait, so Sans's tease wasn't a tease? Did something really happen at Grillby's? Is Papyrus just being a huge asshole and messing with my head? I need answers damn it!

"YOU MAY GO NOW, HUMAN. BUT KNOW THIS...THIS IS THE LAST NIGHT YOU STAY UNDER THIS ROOF. DISOBEDIENCE IS NOT ACCEPTABLE AND PRIVILEGES WILL BE TAKEN AWAY BECAUSE OF IT."

I rub my sore neck and grimace at the thought of what else he's planning on not allowing me for this.

"I understand. I did wrong and deserve this. It won't happen again."

"OF COURSE IT WON'T. YOU'LL BE RESTRAINED WHEN WE GO OUT NEXT TIME."

Oh, that's just peachy. Not like that really worked last time, but it was super annoying.

"Understood."

I slowly take my leave.

"Good night, Papyrus."

I almost make it out of the room when he blocks the way.

"AREN'T YOU FORGETTING SOMETHING?"

I shake my head with a smirk.

"You enjoy me saying it too much."

His grin is amusing.

"WHAT CAN I SAY? HEARING THE SUBJUGATION OF A LESSER CREATURE PLEASES ME. NOW...SAY IT."

Maybe if I stroke his ego enough it'll take some of the marks off my naughty list. It's worth a shot.

"Yes, Master Papyrus. A thousand apologies, Master Papyrus. Forgive me, Master Papyrus. I am but a lowly human and utterly unfit to bask or even gaze upon your godly visage, Master Papyrus. Oh! To what ends must I do to once more gain the favor of my lord, Master Papyrus? How doth this foolish mortal woman redeem herself in yon glorious eyes, oh great and terrible, Master Papyrus? I beg thee! Pity me, oh marvelous skeletal lord of edge, I am not worthy of you."

I am such a ham when the mood strikes. What started out normal became a big dramatic display the likes of which you'd see being mocked in cheesy movies where teenagers do a high school play. I half expect tomatoes to be thrown at me while those two old muppets mock me from an unseen balcony. Yet he further exceeds my surprise by not only laughing at my childishness, but I can't help noticing the red coloring that is starting to show on his cheekbones. Really brings some much-needed kindness to that grumpy face of his. But the moment doesn't last long and he tappers into lite chuckling.

"YOU...YOU CAN BE QUITE THE KISS ASS WHEN YOU WANT TO BE."

I get out of my little finishing pose and smile.

"Maybe. But did you enjoy that?"

Remember when I said the blush made him look kind? Yeah, that look is gone now. With the look he gives me now, that blush makes him look downright creepy. Like, this is the face of a sexual predator.

"DID I ENJOY YOUR LITTLE SHOW? HMMM...HOW DO I PUT THIS?"

He grabs my chin and forces me to make rather uncomfortable eye contact with him.

"YOU'VE MADE ME QUITE PLEASED."

This feels so awkward.

"IT MAKES ME WONDER...IF YOU'RE CAPABLE OF SUCH PLEASANTRIES, IN WHAT OTHER WAYS ARE YOU ABLE TO PLEASE ME?"

It doesn't take much to trigger my imagination and filthy mind into overthinking what he could possibly have meant by those words. So like any sane woman that's already unsure of what men have done to her due to drunken memory loss, I jerk away from him and nervously get the fuck out of his room to rush my ass downstairs.

"*quickly* Okay, thank you, have a good night Papyrus!"

I hear a small snicker followed by the closing of his door and I take a few minutes to calm down. Normally, had a human guy been like that with me, that would've gone down much differently. Hell, I fought off three guys when that shit happened in middle school. Bastards thought the sickly looking girl in her grandma's sweater was a weak easy mark. Proved those fuckers wrong real fast. But those were humans. These are monsters. And I've finally faced the facts that they are a hell of a lot stronger than humans. If they wanted to...If the intent is there...They could do anything to me and no amount of fight in me would make a difference. I'd get a good couple of hits in but that's it. It wouldn't matter. Compared to them, I'm as weak as a newly hatched bird that fell out of its nest and down a mountain. Wait...God damn it! That is exactly how it is! Mother fucking life! Quit being so piss poor to me! I already hate myself! You don't have to add to it!

I sigh to get all this emo steam out of my system. I have to stop doing this. Building all this negativity up. It's not good or me and very unhealthy. I have to be more positive. Think happy thoughts. Because when life gives you lemons, flip off life and find someone who'll exchange lemons for strawberries. Mmmm...I could so go for some strawberry milk right now. Maybe Grillby has some. I'll have to ask him or Sans about that. Speaking of the smiling butt-munch...I should give him his food before it gets cold. Scooping up his plate of goodies, I head back upstairs and creep quietly pasts Papyrus's room. Lord knows I don't want his attention anymore this evening. Looking over the railing, I see Flowey's the first to sleep unless Sans beat him to it. I need to get his plate before I try to rest. I make it to Sans's door, the strange flames that burn beneath it have intrigued me since I first set my eyes on them. What makes them and to what purpose do they serve? Either way, even if I don't get an answer to those questions, I can still get the chance of seeing inside Sans's room. If Papyrus's room is anything to go off of, then his brother's is bound to be just as cool. Here's hoping he's still awake.

[Knock, knock]

"*muffled* who's there?"

Really? Are we really doing this?

"Room service."

"*muffled* room service who?"

"Yeah, can I get the house special and a wake-up call for nine? Maybe have it brought up by that sexy bellhop at the front door."

The door opens and he's giggling with confusion on his face.

"hehe...what the hell kind of knock-knock joke was that?"

"The kind you get when I couldn't think of anything."

I offer the dish.

"May I come in?"

He eyes me a moment before taking it.

"sure. we need to talk anyway. bet ya got loads of questions and junk."

He opens the door more and I step in. Instantaneously I'm hit with a smell. Since cleaning, the house has had this pine tree smell to it and Papyrus keeps his room so clean it doesn't even have a scent at all. But Sans's room...It's like...I'm not sure if I can describe the smell. Not bad, just...lived in maybe? It's strangely familiar to me for some reason. The room itself just feels comfortable despite its disheveled appearance. Sans's room is messy, containing a somehow self-sustaining twister of random trash, a dusty unused exercise bike, a dirty sock pile, a worn mattress with sheets ripped up in a weird wrinkly bundle, an uncovered pillow that is on the floor, what looks like some mail, a lava lamp with a flashlight stuck in the bulb socket, and a decently sized chest of drawers from which the lamp sits. There's also a window over his bed, a closet off to my left once you enter, and the thick carpet is done in wavy lines of red and yellow.

"yeah, the place ain't fancy or anything, but it'll grow on ya. i mean that figuratively yet sometimes literally."

Sans seems more relaxed as he goes over to his bed to eat. He looks very much the same but minus the jacket he regularly sports and nothing is on his feet apart from some black slippers.

"They say a man's home is his castle. And by the looks of it, you are a very relaxed king."

"eh, i try. so...what's on your mind?"

I shut the door to be safe in case Papyrus were to pass by and hear anything odd.

"Okay, let's just tear the band-aid off now. What the hell happened at Grillby's?"

He chuckles knowingly as he eats.

"don't remember a thing, do ya? that's a shame. you were quite the good-time gal by the time i showed up."

"Come on, dude. Be real with me right now. I am not in the right state of mind to deal with teasing."

He takes a moment to chew the mouthful he has before responding.

"if you're wondering if ya did anything stupid, no. we did nothing but make jokes. now if you did anything with grillby before i got there, you'd have to ask him because he didn't say he did when i got him talking."

I sigh and palm my face.

"but grillby ain't a douche. i've known the guy for a good chunk of my life and i will bet gold on him doing nothing to ya while you were fucked up."

"I'm going to choose to take your word on that. I honestly don't remember much of our time together, but the dude seemed pretty cool. Against my better judgment, I'd probably hang out with him again if the chance were given. Though I wouldn't request that burger again."

"i doubt you'll get the chance."

"Yeah."

I move a little closer and lay on the floor while my head rests on the mattress. I don't want to be weird by sitting on his bed.

"Papyrus said I'm to be restrained when you guys leave tomorrow."

"heh... a lot of good that'll do. you'll just escape again."

"That's what I was thinking."

There's a pause as he eats.

"so...maybe you can answer a couple of questions for me too while we're at it."

"Sure. Why not?"

"do you remember me bringing you back here?"

"Nope. But based on what Grillby said, about you being his most common barfly and that you show up a lot, I kinda figured you did."

"yeah. the bar is like a second home to me."

"I can see why. It's so warm there. Felt...I don't know...Safe?"

"that's the reason he'll never go out of business. ya don't feel that way in many places down here."

"True. And he's a nice guy. That helps too."

"yeah."

I think for a moment about what I want to ask next.

"by the way...who is chara?"

Well, that came out of left field.

"What brought that up?"

"you told grillby that chara was the one that spotted me watching you."

"Oh yeah...So?"

"how do you know chara?"

"How do you know Chara?"

"i asked ya first."

"He's my dead bro that talks to me in my head."

"don't bullshit me."

"Do you really think I'd say something that crazy if I didn't mean it? Hell, you're not even the first person to ask me that same question today."

"who else asked you about chara?"

"Your brother."

"pap? that don't make much sense."

"I didn't say it was Papyrus."

That got his attention in a big way.

"what?"

I look up at the ceiling.

"Sans...Do you know who Gaster is?"

There's a thud sound as he drops his plate and what little remained of his dinner.

"h-how...how do you know that name?"

I look over at him. Shock and maybe a small tinge of fright make up his expression.

"I get the feeling we've got a lot of talking to do."

"yeah. yeah, we do."

He looks really serious until he looks at the mess.

"but first...mind cleaning that up for me?"

I snicker.

"Was wondering if you were gonna ask me that or not. Really hoping you weren't."

"if it makes ya feel any better, it wasn't as bad as what pap was making it out to be."

"Thanks."

I pick up most of it with my hands and get ready to take the remnants with me.

"while you're down there, would you mind bringing back a thing of mustard?"

I look at him funny.

"Mustard?"

He rolls his shoulders.

"we've all got our vices. mine happens to be a tangy condiment. got a problem with that?"

"Really? Any particular type you prefer?"

"not really. it all depends on my mood. if i wanna treat myself, i enjoy a nice dijon. if it's been a shitty day, i'll have a beer or spirited mustard. and if i'm in a pissy mood, i'll punish myself with the hot pepper stuff. but mostly i just drink the classic yellow kind."

Wow, he wasn't joking.

"Okay...Be right back with your 'drink'."

I take the dish with me out of the room and back downstairs, collecting Flowey's along the way. I do a spot of speed cleaning before putting dinner away, I'm not eating tonight. I have no appetite at the moment. But a drink is never something I turn down. I fix me up a little something, grab his mustard and napkins, then get my butt back up the stairs to his room. I find him still on his mattress only now he's apparently playing a game of solitaire with an old beat up deck of cards.

"Got bored? I was gone maybe two minutes."

He hardly bothers with glancing at me.

"it helps me relax."

I don't like that sound of that. I let him be and place the condiment bottle beside him as I get to cleaning the small stain trying to stay on his floor. I think not, stain! Not on my watch. He starts drinking while I carry on with this maid-like chore.

"what's in the glass?"

I was beginning to wonder if he'd ever notice my own drink.

"This? Got me some milk. Though, kinda wish you boys had stuff to with it is."

"like what?"

"Maybe some strawberry mixing power/syrup? I'd settle for some chocolate or cookies too."

A small chuckle escapes him.

"heh...women and their sweets."

"I know, it's cliché. But hey, think of it this way. Maybe if I had more sweets then I'd be sweet back."

He scoffs.

"yeah, i can totally see that happening. toss ya a bit of sugar and suddenly you're little miss sunshine? nah, ain't buying it."

"I did say maybe."

With the task of cleaning done, I invade his space. Moving to sit at the foot of the mattress to show that I am here taking this a bit more seriously than most of the normal shit I tend to do. He, in turn, responds by swiping the cards onto the floor in one motion and finally looking at me. His eyes are dark.

"so...seems we each know something that the other wants to know."

"Indeed. We both have stories to tell."

"true. but that implies someone might not be very truthful in the telling of their tale."

"Withholding information is very damaging. Not a very wise move, nor one I intend to make. You?"

"the line between truth and false is blurry. it's up to the listener whether to believe it's fact or fiction."

"Very well...Fact, we have never met before until I left the Ruins. We have never shared any point of our lives with each other or gone into much about our history. So far, to you, is this correct?"

"so far, you are coming up as truthful."

"Then I shouldn't know any of the following...W. D. Gaster was once the Head Scientist to the Royal Family until something happened. Something involving his study of understanding the power of souls."

He gets really quiet. So quiet that the snow falling onto the roof can be heard, snowflake by snowflake.

"lynsie...this is going to be one hell of a long night."

"That it will be, Sans. That it will be."

[renn-and-the-trashcan]

A Date

Week 1- Day 1

So, everyday I’m doing a writing prompt this month based off Undertale, except for yesterday because that’s when I began putting the list together. Anyway, here is day one of week one, I’ll post the full prompt list later or something.

AU: Underfell Academy Prompt: In a world where homosexual relationships are illegal, Sans ends up helping out Alphys and Undyne by pretending to be in a relationship with Alphys.

*Edit: Welp. Two fics I forgot a swear warning for. Whoops.

Sans strutted along, hood up, keeping an eye out around them as they made their way across the wet field together. He was doing his best to put on a tough-guy face to hide the fact he was scared shitless at the thought of getting caught (disregarding the lack of bowels to begin with).

Alphys walked beside him, hunched over and glancing around, anxious. Sans wasn’t the toughest monster in the school, and while she of all people knew what a fraction of his power was it didn’t matter if no one knew to fear him. The only reason she was here with him was because of the rumors. “Sans, sto-stop being an idiot!” she quietly demanded of him. “Stop strutting about like you own the place! We should be-”

“Taking a shortcut?” Sans interrupted. “Is that what ya want? Or is it what he wants?”

Alphys confusedly stared at him for a moment, before realization dawned on their face. “Sans, you know I would never-”

“Sell out me or my bro to Gaster?” He shook his head, his usual infuriating pompous grin growing. “Tsk tsk tsk Alphys, I’m doin’ you a favour here. So fucking appreciate it. We do it my way, and I ain’t shortcuttin’ so you can go on your figgin date, capiche?”

She glared at him, but knew she was in no position to refuse. He was honestly putting a lot on the line right here, and as difficult as he was going to make it she should still try to be appreciative.

Ultimately she decided to shut up for now, which Sans appreciated. Some monsters said the world would be better if all women shut up. Sans thought the world would be better if everyone shut up.

If the world shut up, he wouldn’t even have to be here right now.

They kept walking across the school field, until they reached the wall around the school. Sans began leading Alphys along the side of it, trying to find his old spot. Finally, he recognized it, but where there used to be a hole was now a brand new section of spiked bars.

“Ugh, well fuck…” As Sans raised his hand to his chin, Alphys tried to figure out what was wrong.

After a moment of just standing there, Alphys impatiently whispered “S-Sans, we’re going to get caught, what are you doing?”

Sans looked up, saying “The wall’s been patched, we’re gonna need another way out.”

As Sans kept thinking about solutions, Alphys grew more and more impatient. “Sans! Just use a goddamned shortcut!”

Sans gave them a dead expression, tired of her garbage.

Suddenly, Alphys felt as though her weight had doubled, before suddenly flying up as bones shot from the wall to catch them from flying off. Before she could get her bearings, she was launched yet again, this time into a tree on the other side of the wall.

Sans stopped using his blue magic on her, before retracting the bones he had summoned to catch her and summoning two more underneath himself, two directly under his own feet causing his to be shot up into the air.

Alphys looked up from her dress (now filthy and slightly tattered) to see Sans spinning in the air before landing right on the other side of the wall in front of them, landing perfectly on two feet and a dramatic pose stolen straight from his brother.

Before Alphys could come up with a way to respond to what Sans just did to her, he said “There, no shortcuts necessary. Now come on, you’ve got a date to not shortcut to.” He began walking along cheerily, back towards the front of the school.

Alphys quickly stumbled along behind him, trying her best to fix the dress she had on. She was fuming, but figured out what would happen if they angered Sans further. Besides, if she were going to go on this date, people needed to think it was a date with Sans.

Still, she wondered why or how she let Frisk convince them to do this.  Frisk knew very well how the law and school felt about this sort of stuff, and leaving school like this in it of itself was against the rules, essentially law given the government backing for the academy.

Still, it wasn’t Frisk who chose to take this risk, to go on a date between two women. And among the fear and anxiety they felt both over getting caught and over the date itself, they were ecstatic and grateful. Grateful Frisk convinced them to do this, that Undyne said yes instead of reporting them, for Sans willing to go and pretend to be her mate to get the school off her back, and ecstatic that they were going on a date- an actual freakin’ date- with Undyne right now.

Sans let out a chuckle as he glanced back, before Alphys realized their scales were glowing red as the blush underneath reflected throughout their body. Sans asked “Thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ fun Alph?”

They stared at him for a moment, before stuttering and stammering they eventually they just let out a high pitched “SHUT UP!”

Sans broke out into laughter, continuing to walk along and lead the way to the nearby village. After a minute, he said “Sorry Alph, I didn’t mean to get under your scales.”

Alphys sighed, grumbling as the rain helped to cool them off.

Sans continued. “What were ya thinkin’ ‘bout anyway that was makin’ ya so liz-hard? Did you have some fishy ideas in that head of yours? Are you hopin’ that after your date you and them may…” He summoned a bone, hovering in the palm of his hand. “... bone each other?”

Alphys did their best to ignore him, glowing red regardless.

Sans finally let off, and they made their way into town. Sans was wearing a hooded jacket, and with Alphys in a dress town guards probably wouldn’t expect them to be students leaving the school at night.

Finally, they made their way to the old hotel where they’d agreed to meet with Undyne. They walked right past the front desk, and ignored the few private guards around the place who all assumed they were a couple who signed in earlier today, as they made their quickly and innocuously to the elevator.

They went up for a minute, finally stopping on their floor. After walking down the hall a moment, Sans knocked on the door for Alphys.

A minute later, the door opened, Undyne standing there with a spear in hand as they looked to make sure nobody else was outside the door.

As Undyne kept looking around suspiciously, Sans said “Hey, we made it.  Unfollowed too.”

Alphys’s eyes widened, how did she not even consider they were being followed?! At least Sans had done so, apparently.

Not trusting Sans’s word, Undyne kept looking around for a moment, giving a shy smile as they made eye contact with Alphys. Finally, they said “Fine, I believe you. How was the walk?”

Sans shrugged. “Eh, it was-”

“NOT YOU!” Undyne shouted at him. She looked over to Alphys.

After a moment of mild blushing, they said “I- Uhh- It- It was- It was alright, Undyne! Uhh, rather wet.”

Sans let out a minor chuckle, wagging his non existent eyebrows at both of them as they each proceeded to blush.

Getting fed up with Sans, Undyne said “Uhh- Come on in nerd!”

Alphys walked past Sans, and into the room. As Sans began to come in as well, Undyne blocked the door and said “NUH HUH! Not you skeleton!

Sans glared at them. “Hey, I helped cover for Alph, at least let me raid the liquor, the casino’s expensive as all hell.”

Undyne was confused. “Casino? No no, you’re waiting right here for this date to be over, alright!?”

Sans shook his head. “Naaahhh… I got plans fish, Chara’s escaped and in disguise, I’m meetin’ them at the casino, they finally got their fake ID from the dealer Temmie and we’re havin’ fun. Fine though, liquor’s yours, call me when Alph’s leavin’.” Sans began to talk off, as Undyne held back the strong urge to yell at him to get his ass back here.

She had a date to get to though, and should be focusing on that.

She walked back inside, closing and locking the door so nobody would get in. They walked into the room, where food had been delivered and a stack of anime was next to the TV. And, of course, Alphys, sitting right there, waiting for Undyne.

As big an ass Sans was, both of them owed him for making this possible.

[garboshortstories]

And When I'm Gone

Chara rolled out of bed, hair a tangled mess, breath smelling like stale liquor and cigarettes. They hated the smell, but the relief was the beauty in the pain. They moved over to the closet. Popping the door open, they reach in, grabbing a pair of trousers, a sweater, and their coat. They throw it all on and look over to the now empty bed. They weren't even sure when Frisk had time to get up and get out with such time. They walk through the door, taking to the kitchen. In the kitchen, another figure was sat there, eyes downcast onto an empty plate. Chara’s eyes shift to a clock, it's blurry. They forgot their glasses as usual. They lean closer, it reads 2:00 pm. Their one subconscious thought is shit. “Bryony, kiddo. How long have you been up and out here?” The other shows little reaction, eyes still held on an empty plate. “You're leaving again aren't you….?” The soft voice matches the tiny figure that is Bryony. “Huh? No no, I'll stay in tonight. Trust me honey.” The eyes shift from the plate, they're full of tears, streaking down scarring the face. “You're lying! Don't go, for real please! Please!” The child reaches into their pocket, pulling out a rosey coloured heart locket. “Here, take this. It'll keep you safe.” Chara opens it, it was their old locket, but the picture inside was a more updated one. Frisk on the left, Bryony in the middle, and Chara on the right. It feels as if moments pass, though in reality hours do in a blur. Chara is back in the room, Bryony is upstairs reading away at books they checked out from the library. Chara approaches the door, but before that know it, the doorknob becomes a glass, and they're downing hard liquor. Their eyes water and the let out a sigh having finished the glass. A voice screams out, it's a child's. Bryony is in the entryway in tears, something in hand. They approach Chara and hand them the object before almost dropping to their knees in grief. Chara looks over the object. It's a mug, the side reading, #1 Science Parent, the word parent is handwritten over the word dad. “I just wanted you to have it. I understand, we're leaving here now.” Chara's eyes widen, their heart nearly stops beating. “Honey, no. No.” Bryony speaks out over them. “They must want you more. Just prove it then. Drink another bottle. Show yourself what you love more. Gouge your arm again, I bet you will.” Chara's heart has sank to the pit of their stomach. Their eyes bleary with tears, they reach for a gun laying on the counter as Bryony walks out. In a whisper they say “To God, Clairé.” And pull the trigger against their temple. They collapse, life flashing by, house burning down. Then they snap to, a clock, blatantly set to get them up. It reads 6:00 am. Bryony is in the room, curled up in the spot where Frisk would have been laying only hours before. Looks like they both had a rough night. Chara rolls over, arms wrapping around their child, tightly pulling them again their chest. And in a quiet whisper, they state out clearly, “I missed you Bryony. I missed you Frisk. I love you both.” Tears stream down Chara's face as they cuddle their still easily resting child.

[priceofwarmclothes]

Roswell New Mexico Week 2019 ☾ day four | run the world (girls)

women are perfect and i am gay.

[geccin]

Tagged by @deathrainbowseverywhere. It’s been forever since I’ve done one of these babies THE LAST: 1. Drink: Water 2. Phone call: My grandma. I think. I forgot why though. 3. Text message: 
"Hehehehehehe” 4. Song you listened to: Take A Slice- Glass Animals 5. Time you cried: 
Eeeeh, probably a few days ago. Or maybe a few weeks. I’m not sure. 
HAVE YOU: -6. Dated someone twice: 
Nah 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: 
Man, the only things I’ve kissed are my cats on their foreheads 8. Been cheated on: 
Nope 9. Lost someone special: 
I don’t think I have yet 10. Been depressed: *finger gun* You know it 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: 
Nah. I hope not anytime soon LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: Pastel purple, midnight blue, and puke yellow IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: 
Sort of. I don’t know if I’d call them friends yet. 16. Fallen out of love: 
I think I have before 17. Laughed until you cried: 
Heck yeah. It was the week of exams and right after the first one. We went to our second block because we were reviewing. My friend started to eat a paper towel and my tired mind found it hilarious. 18. Found out someone was talking about you: 
Not yet 19. Met someone who changed you: 
I think I have. I like to think so too. Probably 20. Found out who your friends are: 
Maybe. I don’t understand the question entirely 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list:
Still only my cats on their foreheads GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: 
I’m not entirely sure. The last time I was on it was probably a year ago, and all of my friends are my moms friends and family members I’ve never heard of. 23. Do you have any pets: 
Yes. Seven. I can’t wait to move out with my two cats so they can be happy. 24. Do you want to change your name: 
Maybe. I’d like a name that was nice and a name that allows me to go somewhere and not have 5 other people with my name. 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: 
I went to school and prevented my teacher from singing happy birthday. Then we got pizza and a small, sugar bomb cake. I might have gone to the movies with a few friends. I’ve pretty much just stopped having birthday parties. 26. What time did you wake up: 
10:03 AM. Which was about 30 minutes ago 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: 
Watching videos and acting like I was partying with my cats and a owl head 28. Name something you can’t wait for:
More sleep. Hanging out with my friend on Thursday. Maybe youth group. 
30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life:
Either my procrastination or my inability to understand some of the most simple things. 31. What are you listening right now: 
The fan in my parents room and my dogs playing 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: 
Probably once. Maybe an uncle or something 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: The fact that my cat Tiger will knock over any bowl of water right after drinking from it. The bowl is giant and I don’t know why he does this. 34. Most visited Website: 
Tumblr and YouTube. Maybe ChickenSmoothie 35. Mole/s: 
I don’t think so 36. Mark/s: 
Scars on my arms and hands from my cats. Scar right above my lip from running into a tree. Two scars on my left leg from a dog attack. Two really long scars on my right arm and left foot, which happened when I was trying to get my cat back into my room. After he was chased out by our dog. 37. Childhood dream: 
Man, I used to want to be an astronaut or firefighter. 38. Haircolor: 
A brown color. That sometimes looks black. 39. Long or short hair: 
hit me with that short hair. 40. Do you have a crush on someone: 
Maybe. It’s hard to tell. 41. What do you like about yourself? I really like my eyes 42. Piercings: 
None. I don’t want any 43. Bloodtype: 
A+ I think. 44. Nickname: 
Madi. And Sissy to my mom, but like “Sister”. Not insulting. 45. Relationship status: 
As single as ever. Which is alright I suppose 46. Zodiac: 
Pisces 47. Pronouns: 
I’m fine with whatever tbh. But I typically use She/Her 48. Favorite TV Show: 
I don’t really have one at the moment. 49. Tattoos: 
Not yet. I have three ideas in mind 50. Right or left hand: 
Right 51. Surgery:
Three. All in my mouth. First two was because I had extra teeth in my mouth that was preventing my grown up teeth from coming in properly. The last one, which happened last year in January, was for my wisdom teeth 52. Hair dyed in different color: 
In 8th grade it had blue tips for a while. Then I cut my hair and never dyed it again 53. Sport: 
Used to play soccer. Moms trying to get me to get on track. But I’m done with sweating and feeling gross. And not being able to hang out with friends because of a game or something. My parents and teammates parents were not happy when I quit. 55. Vacation: Went down to Georgia then Florida last week. Been out of country a few times. 56. Pair of trainers: Idk MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating:
Nothing at the moment 58. Drinking: 
Not drinking anything at the moment too 59. I’m about to: 
Finish this then scroll through my dashboard 61. Waiting for: 
Sleep, Youth group, and Thursday 62. Want: 
Hugs and Cheerios 63. Get married:
Probably not. I’m not afraid of commitment, I’m just afraid of falling out of love with the person I marry. Or that they turn out to be really mean after we get married. Or getting cheated on while we’re married. I don’t want to deal with the divorce process. 64. Career:
Man, I don’t even know. Something that keeps me happy maybe WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: I love hugs a lot. 66. Lips or eyes: 
Eyes. Eyes are really nice 67. Shorter or taller: 
Both are pretty neat 68. Older or younger: 
Meh 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: 
Eh 71. Sensitive or loud: 
Heh 72. Hook up or relationship: 
Relationship for sure 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: 
I’m hesitant with everything I do. HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a stranger: 
No 75. Drank hard liquor: 
Nope 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: 
Too many times 77. Turned someone down: 
Once or twice 78. Sex in the first date: 
Never 79. Broken someone’s heart:
Probably on accident. I’m sorry 80. Had your heart broken: 
Maybe 81. Been arrested: 
Nope 82. Cried when someone died:
In a video game or movie. I haven’t experienced a lot of loss 83. Fallen for a friend: 
All the people I’ve had a crush on were my friends. And by that I mean only two people. But yes, I have. DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: 
Nah bro. I believe in my friends though 85. Miracles:
Sort of 86. Love at first sight: 
Not really 87. Santa Claus: 
Nope. 88. Kiss in the first date: 
Sort of, yeah. I wouldn’t do it though 89. Angels: 
Yeah OTHER: 90. Current best friends name: There’s the Define Sane people and maybe like, one or two people from church. And Ruza too 91. Eye color: 
Brown 92. Favorite movie: 
Lady and the Tramp I’ll tag @nyosweden @ihavewaytomanyobsessions @irl-kara-chara and @ruza-chan. Have fun