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pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou · 1 month ago

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SKELIES MASTERLIST

Hey there traveler! Heard you like some... Certain skeletons huh? Well if yes, this is your lucky day!

(Rules to request are on the bottom btw.)

Undertale

Sans

Female Angel reader x sans hcs

Sans talking about reader, and then reader appears right behind him

Sans realizing he has feelings for reader hcs

Would they survive No-Nut November?

Sans taking care of sick reader hcs

Sans and Cash think reader cheated because she's pregnant, a year later they find her with a babybones.

Sans husband hcs

Papyrus

Would they survive No-Nut November?

Energetic group w reader who internalized that being noisy around others is bad.

Papyruses w reader asking for a kiss

Underfell

Red

Would they survive No-Nut November?

Red x male reader

Edge

Would they survive No-Nut November?

Energetic group w reader who internalized that being noisy around others is bad.

Papyruses w reader asking for a kiss

Underswap

Sky

Would they survive No-Nut November?

Energetic group w reader who internalized that being noisy around others is bad.

Honey

Honey trying to quit smoking and failing

Would they survive No-Nut November?

Papyruses w reader asking for a kiss

Swapfell

Berry

SWAPFELL SANS AND FELLSWAP SANS X READER HEADCANNONS (Separate

Would they survive No-Nut November?

Energetic group w reader who internalized that being noisy around others is bad.

Cash

Halloween special 🎃: Yandere Cash x reader

Would they survive No-Nut November?

Papyruses w reader asking for a kiss

Sans and Cash think reader cheated because she's pregnant, a year later they find her with a babybones.

Fellswap

Mal

Would they survive No-Nut November?

Energetic group w reader who internalized that being noisy around others is bad.

Mutt

Would they survive No-Nut November?

Papyruses w reader asking for a kiss

Fellswap Red

Rasp

SWAPFELL SANS AND FELLSWAP SANS X READER HEADCANNONS (Separate)

Would they survive No-Nut November?

Energetic group w reader who internalized that being noisy around others is bad.

Rus

Rus meeting reader

Would they survive No-Nut November?

Papyruses w reader asking for a kiss

Fellswap gold

Wine

Fellswap Gold bros x kind reader headcannos

Would they survive No-Nut November?

Coffee

Fellswap Gold bros x kind reader romantic headcannos

Would they survive No-Nut November?

Papyruses w reader asking for a kiss

HorrorTale

Axe

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Willow

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HorrorFell

Hound

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Noir

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HorrorSwap

Rot

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Butch

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OuterTale

Comet

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Cosmo

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OuterSwap

Star

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Meteor

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OuterFell

Venus

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Mars

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MafiaTale

Smoke

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Spade

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MafiaFell

Hit

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Boss

(Nothing yet... Try requesting!)

MafiaSwap

Lucky

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Bee

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The Bad Guys

Cross

The cool trio romantic headcannos

Cross and Epic x tsundere reader

Dust

Poly relationship headcannons (Killer, Dust and Ted x reader)

Dust with best friend reader headcannons

Murder time trio with Hemophobic reader poly headcannos

Murder time trio + Nightmare with Goth reader

Halloween special 🎃: Yandere Dust x reader

Nightmare

Nightmare x reader headcannons

Murder time trio + Nightmare with Goth reader

Too late (Dream and Nighmare x reader).

Killer

Poly relationship headcannons (Killer, Dust and Ted x reader)

Murder time trio with Hemophobic reader poly headcannos

Killer x insecure reader

Murder time trio + Nightmare with Goth reader

Ted

Poly relationship headcannons (Killer, Dust and Ted x reader)

Murder time trio with Hemophobic reader poly headcannos

Murder time trio + Nightmare with Goth reader

The star sanses

Dream

Star sanses x Godzilla reader

Too late (Dream and Nighmare x reader).

Ink

Ink platonic headcannos

Star sanses x Godzilla reader

Blue

Star sanses x Godzilla reader

Ship children sanses

Gradient

(Nothing yet... Try requesting!)

PaperJam

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Blueprint

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Palette

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Goth

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Crescent

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Lux

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Multiverse Skelies

Fresh

The cool trio romantic headcannos

Epic

The cool trio romantic headcannos

Epic with reader who's serious w everyone except him

Reader comforting Epic after a nightmare

Cross and Epic x tsundere reader

Cino

(Nothing yet... Try requesting!)

Error

Halloween special 🎃: Yandere Error x reader

Geno

(Nothing yet... Try requesting!)

Reaper

(Nothing yet... Try requesting!)

My Ocs!

Solaris

Halloween special 🎃: Yandere Solaris x reader

Blodus

(Nothing yet... Try requesting!)

Random dabbles

Hate.

More to be added!

Now what you need to know to request!!

I'll write almost everything except for:

Ped0philia

R@pe

Incest

Extreme Gore

When you request, please specify these things:

The Skelies you want me to write

Platonic or romantic relationship

Reader's gender (I'll just write for gender neutral if there's no specific gender)

Skelies Groups for you to request :

The main skelies (Sans, Papyrus, Red, Edge, Sky, Honey, Berry, Cash, Rasp, Rus, Mal, Mutt, Wine and Coffee)

The original trio (Sans, Red and Sky)

The lazy group (Sans, Red, Honey, Cash, Mutt and Rus)

The energetic group (Papyrus,Edge, Sky, Berry, Mal and Rasp)

The swaped group (Sky, Honey, Berry, Cash, Mal, Mutt, Rasp, Rus, Wine and Coffee)

The Older Brother group (Sans, Red, Sky, Berry, Rasp, Mal and Wine)

The Younger Brother group (Papyrus, Edge, Honey, Cash, Rus, Mutt and Coffee)

The Bad Sanses (Killer, Dust, Ted, Nightmare, Cross and Error)

Murder time trio (Killer, Dust and Ted)

The star Sanses (Dream, Ink and Blue)

Ship Children (PaperJam, Gradient, Crescent, Blueprint, Goth, Lux, Palette)

The cool Sanses (Fresh, Epic and Cross)

The God Trio (Nightmare, Reaper and Error)

The omega timeline trio (Cino, Geno and Fresh)

Yes you can request a mix of skeletons who aren't in a specific group and yes you can request nsfw.

When requesting, keep in mind that if the group is big (6 or more) you can only request that group, if the group is small (3 or 4) you can request two groups. Now if you want to request a mix of random skeletons, the max for them is 8.

If you'd like you can be a type of anon/traveler, by example 💀anon or 🔥anon!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that's it! I hope you stay and request something traveler!!

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Please do not repost any content from my blog.

#sans undertale #sans x reader #sans au #undertale #papyrus x reader #papyrus undertale #papyrus #undertale au #sans #papyrus au #masterlist

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otterorchidwrites · 5 months ago

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Comets and Clarity

Hey how do you do?

Im in a undertale sort of phase so i wanted to start out by writing some sans x reader! This may be a series, so look out for more!

Basically: you and sans go stargazing on a roof, and things get a little lovey dovey

Warnings: 18+!!!! Tasteful smut, they love each other your honor, they so the hanky panky on a roof, missionary style, piv sexy times 1 swear you guys, guess who its by

(F)!Reader x vanilla sans

If you liked this feel free to request another character in sans/papyrus verse, im trying to get their personality’s down!

Enjoy!

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You couldn’t sleep.

You were looking out your window, staring out into the dark forest with a droopy gaze. You would close your eyes every once in a while, but you still couldn’t fall asleep.

You rolled out of bed and onto your feet, before treading across your fluffy rug to your closet. You dug around for a minute, before finding what you were looking for.

A ladder.

Setting it up under the big skylight in your room, you made sure it was secure before tangling your messy bed head into a clip to put it up. Grabbing a couple blankets, you started climbing up the ladder. Getting to the top and looking down on your room, you smiled happy for making it this far.

(Your fear of heights made this a little harder)

Then you opened the latch on the window and carefully lifted it, which side note, hearing it creak and groan was not reassuring. It opened however and you climbed through the top, landing safely on the roof of your home. You breathed a sigh of relief and propped the window open carefully, before laying down and wrapping the blanket around yourself.

Feeling a fizzle of magic made you get goosebumps and your neck hair stand on end. It felt like pop rocks prickling your skin, and you smiled as the next thing you felt was a skeletal hand reach out and grab yours. And then he used his other to knock on your blanket you had surrounding you.

“open up” the voice rumbled, causing you to smile gently and open the blanket to your skeleboy. He snuggled in your side and put his head in the crook of your neck, tickling you with the strange magical air he was blowing out.

“Hello to you to sans.” You whispered, snuggling into the smoothness of his skull. He mumbled and squeezed you, before leaning back and looking at the stars above, arms wrapped around your waist.

The 2 of you sat in silence for a while, staring at the stars and comets above and holding each other. Finally, you felt sans move and put his hand on your cheek, turning your head from the sky above to his face. You looked at him with confusion, before he looked at you with a certain gaze moved in for a bony kiss.

It always felt a little weird kissing the boys, because it was like kissing magic itself. Their teeth were strangely soft, moving against your plush, warm lips. You buzzed with energy, feeling his intent behind the smooch.

It was filled with love.

He started to get more handsy, getting as close as possible before gently licking your lips with his tongue. You smiled into the kiss and opened your mouth, letting sans in as he continued this little make out. You hummed when he entered gently into your mouth, your tongues meeting in a dance as you tasted his strange echo appendage. It tasted and felt at the same time, the emotion felt like you were kissing the stars itself. His tongue sparkled with energy, telling you that he was excited about this. Eventually, you broke for air, panting against his skull as you touched foreheads with him. His grin was stretched, and his eye lights turned into upside down hearts, staring into your eyes.

“your more beautiful than the night sky, you know that?” He whispered to you, bringing up a hand to rub your cheek with his hand. Your breathing was still ragged from the kissing, and you smiled at the handsome skeleton. He chuckled as a blush filled out the apple of your cheeks, prompting him to kiss your nose. He then pecked down your neck, before laving his tongue over your collarbone. You gasped in surprise, looking at sans before you. He had his face in your neck, continuing to lick up and down your neck.

“What are you doing?” You chuckled, letting out a tiny moan when he nibbled your earlobe, sucking and biting on it.

“showing you how much you mean to me starlight.” He rumbled, before his hands slid under your shirt and over your head.

And you let him.

He continued kissing your neck, reaching your breasts. He waved his hand and the clamp that held your bra fell away. You gasped when he threw the black and pink item somewhere else on the roof, smiling to himself as he finally got your boobs.

Before he did anything, he went you to hastily kiss you again, to which you panted into the kiss as he brought his hands to fondle your breasts. He rubbed gentle circles around your nipples, causing you to moan lightly into the kiss. He licked your lips before going down and sucking a nipple into his teeth. You gasped and wiggled, before laying down on the roof and grabbing his skull with your hands.

Noticing his eye lights were on you, you gave a shaky smile. He returned it by licking your nipple and carefully biting the areola. You cried out, feeling your legs squeeze together at the magical sensation of his crackling tongue against you. He grunted at your sounds, and nuzzled in between your boobs, giving a kiss to the soft skin that could be found there.

“ amazing boobs” he moaned, rubbing and playing with the skin. You giggled and leaned up on your arms to look at him as he fondled your breasts.

He looked like he was having a great time.

No seriously, his pants were glowing.

Quirking an eyebrow and looking in the direction of his pants, you looked back and saw a blue flush covering his face as he noticed you looking at him.

“bust-ed” he chuckled out, causing you to snort and stare in shock at him.

“I am topless and your making boob puns?” You asked, biting your lip as his grin grew.

“ yeah, I just c-something I like” he laughed, making you gently shove him. Then you remembered where you were.

Currently on a roof in the middle of a forest clearing.

“Should we be doing this up here?” You asked, looking at him with your nose scrunched. You felt your nips perk because of the cold, and sans looked around. “what if we fall off?”

“ ill catch ya” he winked “ and why not make love on a roof looking up at the stars?” He shrugged, and you shook your head. “Fine. Get over here and warm me up.” You made grabby hands at the skeleton, who smirked, before taking his sleep shirt off and leaning over you to put it under your head. You smiled at the kindness, before your lips were once again in a kiss. Sans kissed with hunger, stealing your breath away you moaned into his mouth, and he reciprocated, before moving forward and rubbing his bony chest on yours. His ribs hit our nipples just right, and you opened your mouth to gasp. Sans stared at you with bright eye lights, breathing heavily and continuing the action.

You squirmed and panted, the gentle feeling causing the sparks through your body to ignite. The feeing between your legs grew, and you squeezed your thighs to try and relive it. All that did was make the pressure worse.

Sans quickly noticed and slid a hand down your torso, before lifting your pants and slipping into your underwear. His skeletal hands cupped your sex, causing you to release the loudest moan you had let out yet.

“ your so wet” he gasped, rubbing his fingers around in your slit. You mewled at the sensation, letting out a breath as he continued to rub your most sensitive area.

“ tibia honest” he started, letting out a grunt as he slid one finger inside you, causing you to full-body shiver and cry out “ I want you to cum first, but I really got to get in there” He chuckled, before ending it in a moan. You smiled blissfully as he pumped his finger. He leaned his head down, putting on arm on your cheek and keeping the other gently rubbing you. “Do you think you can take me like this?” He asked quickly, urgently pulling down your pants.

You helped him and shuffled out of your grey sweats, moaning as he started pumping faster.

“Yes I can, just hurry up” You gasped out, grabbing at his back while he grunted out an affirmative. He barely got his sleep shorts off before you were wrapping your legs around his small waist. Sans rumbled as you did so, grabbing your thighs. You moaned as he leaned down, setting a hand next to your head and kissing you in the process. You happily accepted, wrapping an arm around his skull.

He grunted as he rubbed his ecto against your warm, wet lips downstairs. You shivered in response, panting open mouthed as he pumped his hips against yours.

“ y’ready?” He mumbled against your neck, panting against it in desperation. You stared up at the stars above, the sky looking blurred as your vision and ability to think was slowly fading. “Sans I’m read-oooohhh” You moaned, feeling him slip his fat head into you. He loudly groaned, his eye sockets going black as you looked up at him and the sky. His grin was strained as he huffed into your face, the arm beside your head shaking slightly from the squeeze.

“ oh starlight” he growled, before pushing more of his ecto into you, the girth making your eyes roll back as rubbed your walls just right. Sans continued gently sliding in and out, until he got to his hilt. Your butt was hitting his hip bones and giving you a delicious pinch of pain.

“ you good little lady?” Sans breathed out, and you cried out as he shifted, causing him to wince from the contractions of your walls. “Mhm-hm” was all you could get out before the skeleton pulled back and thrust back in with more strength than he usually showed. You yelped, grabbing onto his back as he grunted, burying his head into your hair and wrapping his other hand around your head. Both of you were holding on for dear life as sans started a frantic pace, clearly lost in the pleasure.

Breathing out quick huffs in time with his thrusts, you felt yourself slipping. Sans felt it to, and grabbed one of your hands with his, holding it between his thin, skeletal fingers. The touch sent waves through your body, the closeness and kindness of the act making your heart flutter along with the fact that this man was ramming into you.

“I love youuuuooohhh” Sans started moaning, over and over he panted it into your ear, before he bit on your neck to quiet himself. You responded with your own declaration, moaning at this whole situation. It almost was out of a fairy tale, you getting railed on a roof under the stars with Prince Charming.

Eventually you felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter and your eyes blew wide because of all the spots dancing in your vision. Sans noticed your body wiggling and your legs tensing, so he released your hand, which you whimpered at, and he took his bony hand down to your part your petals and rubbed your clit.

The loving intent he put behind the act filled your eyes with tears as he whispered a “ let go” into your ear.

And so, you did

Your vision exploded, going white, and you felt your body tense up and shake. You vaguely heard sans growling and pumping faster into you, before pushing his hips into your butt to get a close as he could and letting out a low groan. You mewled against him, pulling the skeleton closer until you were clutching on to him. He pumped a few more times as you rode out your orgasm, and he did his.

He mumbled something into your neck, and you turned to see him staring up at you with his eye lights in hearts.

“What was that skeleboy?” You panted, biting your lip. “What do you call a ghosts erection?” He asked cheekily, making you playfully frown. “what” you deadpanned, rolling your eyes to look up at the stars. You could practically hear his smirk “ booooners”

You burst into laughter, while sans covered you both with the blanket and got you settled in to sleep.

Eventually, you both found peace under the stars.

You woke up to someone grumbling and climbing up the ladder to your room. You turned and saw edge himself poking his long head out your skylight.

“DID YOU TWO FUCK ON THE ROOF????”

You and sans gave each other a sleepy look, before bursting into laughter.

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Thanks for reading and i hoped you enjoyed!

#undertale #underverse #sans undertale #sans #sans au #sans x reader #sans x y/n #smut #:)#hehe

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spookitordukeit · 3 months ago

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I have a question for your fic to break a silence and warm a soul

Who in the poly was first to get together and who was the last to join?

Hi Milk!!! I was hoping someone would ask this question, so thank you for allowing me the opportunity to infodump/ramble about the intricacies of the poly pack!

Edit after writing it all: you have no idea the sheer size of the beast you just unleashed. Holy heck I have been slow cooking this for so long

Long post under cut!!!!

So! Originally it was just Undertale that emerged, so it was just Sans and Papyrus living in a shabby apartment after they gained basic rights and the world settled a bit.

Sans and Papyrus are brothers just trying to make the most of life.

Around four years later is when things start picking up.

Underswap emerges from a different mountain, and a lot of stuff happens but basically the human government and the two royal families decide that Undertale Monsters should form packs with/allow Underswap Monsters into their established packs until they can get a hang of this new world.

Thus the newly named Blue and Stretch join (the also newly named) Star and Comet. It was pretty tense at first, what with so many different personalities and statuses merging, but they made it work for the most part. Star was unanimously chosen as pack leader, what with his charisma, charm and designation, so there weren’t many fights along that line.

At first it was a pack of convenience, so there wasn’t any feelings going on, but I think Blue and Star would have probably been the first friendship to occur.

They’re both high energy and emotionally intelligent, along with always looking for new friends- I think they’d hit it off almost instantly. There’s a good few years between the emergence of Undertale and Underswap, so Star would already be pretty settled and would be an amazing guide for his New Friend!

Stretch and Star would also get along pretty well decently fast, attempts would be made to get close to Comet… but he always seems to be just out of reach

Stretch, Blue and Star are friends. Comet is aloof.

Romance doesn’t happen for awhile, as just a year after Underswap joins the world, Underfell emerges

It’s already hectic with the world still reeling at the fact the there’s a freaking multiverse and now there’s another and this one is a bit more… harsh

There’s chaos in the world and inside the pack. Edge and Red are rough and tumble and trauma thrown into a bag of snakes. There’s a battle of dominance between Star and Edge, one that Edge loses repeatedly. Red looms in dark corners and bites if you get too close, Blue and Star eventually get things to settle, but tensions are still high for awhile. Both inside the pack and in the outside world, unfortunately.

Star and Edge become friends, even though Edge loudly protests at the mere thought. Blue and Edge become friends not long after. But really it’s more Star and Blue lulling/bullying Edge into a friendship through Friendship Food, Sparing and Fine Cinema

Edge and Stretch do NOT get along for a long while, not with how Edge yells at Blue. And yknow, his Level and stuff. Same with Edge and Comet.

Red and Comet… weirdly do get along? They have this intense game of gay chicken going on except the vibes increasingly turning gay with no chicken in sight. No one knows what the situationship is with those two or how it happened, but at least they’re not trying to kill eachother. So nobody really asks too many questions. Not that they’d get any answers-

Still no romance though. Blue, Edge and Star are friends. Star, Stretch and Blue are friends. Stretch and Comet are friendly. Stretch and Edge are haters, so are Stretch and Red, and Comet and Red may or may not be fucking when nobody’s looking.

A few years pass and everyone is mostly chill. Edge still has his moments, but has, as his Undyne would say, gone soft. Feelings are blooming between him and Star, because really, they both yearn for love and romance. And they are perfectly fit for eachother but neither knows how to make the first move and are terrified of ruining their friendship. Blue and Stretch have bets made on who will crack first.

Blue is waiting patiently for the two to figure it out before he adds his own feelings into their little disaster as he is a very supportive friend! Who happens to love both of his best friends- but what is a lover if not an super best friend?!

Stretch and Edge have chilled, and become neutral towards each other. Comet, Red and Stretch have become friends. Edge and Star become mates, with Blue joining not long after. And Comet has strangely been seen wearing a collar with Reds magic signature. All in all things are doing pretty well. They even move into a much larger house with their additional gold! Big enough to house a larger pack, if ever need be—

Six years after UnderFell, SwapFell emerges.

It’s UnderFell all over again, but this time the world and the pack is a little more knowledgeable of how to deal with it.

By now Edge has been elected Pack leader, something Black immediately and quite viciously challenges. Edge’s temper and old instincts run high for the first year as he and Black get into pretty much daily brawls and fights for dominance. New scars are acquired, and tension runs high in the pack.

Grim slinks in the shadows and rarely speaks, most often seen standing just over Blacks shoulder. He gains a mild interest in Stretch, and Stretch gains a mild hatred of seeing his dark and silent alternate’s shadow looming behind him.

Blue and Black fight. A lot. Especially about Edge. Black always seems to know just the right insults to ruffle his feathers and goad him into a spar. The word ‘spar’ is used a bit lightly.

They throw each other into trees and suplex boulders. Fights have been banned from the backyard and banished into the forest.

That lasts for months until it abruptly stops one day, and neither can look at each other with magic flushing their faces. Nobody has to ask why, they can smell it on them.

(They fucked nasty in the forest mid fight)

Eventually Black ends up submitting to Edge’s authority, grumbling that it just isn’t worth it. Blue looks supremely smug as Black loudly proclaims, while his face is burnt purple, that nobody influenced his decision.

It’s not long until Blue and Black are in a relationship. One that Edge huffs about while Star pats him on the shoulder and nods along as Edge grumbles about it.

It put a little tension in Edge’s, Star’s and Blue’s poly, but Star and Blue are masters at diffusing such situations.

Grim has inexplicably started an odd little relationship with Red, while also worming his way into relationships with the others.

Nobody know quite how it happens, but Grim ends up in a relationship with Red, Blue, Star, Stretch, and Edge. Not all together, but in a relationship nonetheless.

Stretch is not quite sure how Grim got into his pants… but that happened and now he’s in a relationship with Grim.

Black is inevitably accepted into the bigger poly of Star, Edge and Blue with minimal grumbling between Black and Edge.

Feelings that Stretch had hopelessly tried to smother bloom between him and Edge, and with Blue cheering them on, the two enter a relationship as well. Not long after, Stretch joins the poly, ofc with the exception of Blue.

Red and Grim are in a relationship, Red and Comet are in a relationship, and Comet and Stretch are in a relationship.

It’s a tangled ploy but it works.

And then eight years after Swapfell there’s Horrortale.

Nobody knows what to do with them. The human government and the Royal Family are in utter shock of the conditions and temperaments of the newest arrivals. It’s rough in the poly for a while.

Bear is wild and aggressive and Sparrow doesn’t speak. The two share a bed and refuse to leave each others sides. They go into the forest often and come out with bloody deer and game, they know what the others are saying but prefer to speak only to each other in a language nobody else understands.

Nobody knows what to do.

Bear only picks fights if the others get too close. Bear also hates both Star and Comet. And Edge. Also Red and Grim and Black and Stretch. Bear hates everyone and Sparrow is always staring wide eyed at every little moment the others make. He’s a surprisingly fast escape artist despite his long and crooked stature.

The only person Bear doesn’t seem to hate is Blue. For some reason.

Blue doesn’t complain though! He cozies up to both Bear and Sparrow through hard work and dedication! Bear does in-fact put a ring (collar) on it the moment he falls. Sparrow and Bear’s magic are woven into a very sturdy hand made leather collar that Blue proudly wears around his wrist.

After a little work and a lot of patience, Star also becomes one of the brothers trusted skeletons. And not long after, mate.

It surprises absolutely no one when Grim worms his way into the growing little poly, Stretch is a little intriguing, but where Grim goes Stretch is typically not far behind. So it’s no much of a shock.

What catches everyone off guard is Bear going after Black, especially Black himself.

Bear isn’t agrresive in his courting, but he is persistent. With the patience to match. Especially after his head wound gets properly sealed.

Bear has a laser focus on the things he wants, and for some reason he has decided he wants Black.

Black is completely flummoxed (and a bit flustered) at this… beasts, sudden attention on him. Black wants no part! He won’t fall for some brutes attempts to charm him!

…these all end up as lies as only weeks later Black has a fancy new collar and his scent in Bear’s nest.

So! As a final headcount!!!!

Bear, Star, Blue, Black, Stretch and Grim are in a relationship.

Sparrow, Star, Blue and Grim are in a relationship.

Star, Edge, Grim, Stretch, Black and Blue are in a relationship.

Red and Comet are in a relationship.

Red and Grim are in a relationship.

And finally! Comet and Stretch are in a relationship.

And then there’s Nerma… and what happens there is to be seen in the future!

The title for most relationships is a tie between Grim and Star, with Star being with everyone but his brother and Red, and Grim being in a relationship with everyone but his brother and Comet.

The title for the least relationships is also a tie, between Red and Comet. Red is with two people, Grim and Comet. And Comet is with two people, Red and Stretch.

First relationship is Star and Edge. (Although Nobody knows when Red and Comet’s odd situationship started, so that could be the first.)

Last relationship is Bear and Black, if only because Black was being huffy about it.

Although, that doesn’t mean that the dynamics won’t change. There already is a bit of pining between two skeletons- but a brother with a grudge keeps it from being anything more…

Aough this was so long… and it’s so much more then what you asked 😭 my apologies, I am mentally ill. I prommy I’ll work on tbasawas soon- I swear—

Here’s some diagrams as well while I’m at it. This took six hours to put together because I kept getting distracted lmao— feel free to ask any questions you have whenever!!!

#rabid rambles #lore dump #Undertale #underfell #swaptale #underswap #fellswap #swapfell #Horrortale #sans #Papyrus #a/b/o #tbasawas #undertale au #utmv #utmv au #I’m so normal guys

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utdrmv-confession-box · 27 days ago

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Transcript: I've been thinking about that one au nicknames ask thing recently so I have come to give another suggestion specifically for Outertale Papyrus (the Outertale fangame brainrot is real) which is Comet!! (not like the creator of Ink lol)

#utdrmv confession #confession #undertale au #Outertale

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riftfic · 1 year ago

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15. Determination

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Warnings: strong language, violence

Featured Characters: Sans, Chara/Frisk (Reader), Asriel, Papyrus, Toriel, Asgore

Wanted to get this out to you before the weekend. :) Hope you enjoy!

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Past shimmering magic and the inner turmoil of a hundred souls, another heart-ached voice cried out. Its miserable, forsaken ballad reverberated across your ancient bond. You clung to Sans’ hand like a lifeline. You knew who waited for you beyond the veil. More than ever, you wanted to save him, though words had never been enough.

“Asriel,” you called.

His winged form faded into sight among hazy, darkened rainbows. His muzzle hid in his claws. He appeared confused, scrambled, as if all his motivations had fallen out of sight. The souls that had become him no longer listened. They had filled him with emotions beyond anger and hate and abandoned him to face his demons.

In all his terrible majesty, the frightening creature Asriel had become did not deter you. When you glanced back for reassurance, Sans released his grip with an encouraging nod. You stepped as near as you could and touched a small hand to Asriel’s shoulder.

“Azzy . . .” you said more dearly.

“What . . . what did you do?” he murmured. Behind his talons, his eyes shone with sadness, confusion, and anger. “What’s this feeling?”

“It’s okay,” you chose to reassure him. “I’m here.”

“No. NO!” he snarled and tore away. “I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone!”

A hundred tiny comets gathered at his hands. You took a step back, knowing too well the rain of destruction that followed. With a single push of his arms, those projectiles charged you like a murder of crows after scraps. They whizzed like fireworks past your head, fanning wild the burnt umbre of your hair. You followed the steps you had always taken to avoid their pattern, but this formation was different. Without thinking, you dodged one bullet directly into the path of another.

Sans pulled you out of the way with less than a moment to spare. With a crack and blue flash, his shortcut shifted both of you just a few yards from a meteor shower and cosmic annihilation. Your arms clung to his, shaking. This time, you were truly grateful he had stepped in to save you from the treacherous walk along your tightrope.

“Why?” Asriel snapped. “Why do you like playing with him more than me?!”

The magic that had once immobilized Sans outside this dreamspace now crushed him. Pain splintered through every fiber of his body. Though he resisted, Asriel’s raw, merciless strength forced him out of your hold to his knees. One bone snapped, then two. If he could breathe he might have screamed or even begged, anything beyond the wild silent grimace seizing him now. Bright stars burst behind his darkening eyes. Red began to spark and burn bright in his chest.

“Stop!” you yelped. “You’re killing him!”

Asriel certainly knew. A rage more personal than you had ever witnessed gnarled his face. His razorlike claws curled to channel his magic with mounting pressure. Sans buckled under the torture running fissures through his bones. You dropped to his side and held his cracking form close.

You knew Asriel did it to hurt you. You knew he did it to break Sans’ determined spirit. There was nothing Sans could do to stop it. There was nothing you could do. There was no escape.

You bit back your hopelessness. No. Giving up was exactly what Asriel wanted. Plenty of opportunity had passed to surrender, and now was not the time to relent. You pushed yourself firmly to your feet to chase one more chance.

“Get away from me,” Asriel growled as you approached again. He bared his teeth. “You think I won’t tear you apart?”

You clenched your fists and walked forward defiantly.

“I said get away!”

You had already locked your arms around him.

The fury of his magic sputtered like an engine out of fuel. The invisible death grip crushing Sans squeezed tighter, then tighter . . . then slowly released. Asriel’s shoulders slumped.

Sans coughed dust and shuddered amid the red threads sewing him back together. For a long moment, he simply lay there, mind racing with shock and trauma and relief to be free of him. His natural sense for the inner soul, what he focused to ascertain your sins, tasted sour with malintent. Asriel had wanted him to hurt. He had wanted him to pay.

“Let go,” growled Asriel. He had again curled into himself. “Let me win . . .”

“Please,” you said. “Please, Azzy, you don’t have to do this anymore.”

“It’s the only way you’ll stay with me,” he protested. He hung his head over your shoulder. “I’m not ready for things to end.”

Sans bitterly rose, muttering several choice words that described “the prince of this world” a little less kindly.

“It doesn’t have to,” you said into the great emblem on Asriel’s chest. “It can keep going. You and me, into the sunset, on the surface.”

“No,” he said. “I can’t. I’ll be a heartless little flower running around the Underground, all alone, forever.” Tears sped down his face. “I’m so afraid, Chara.”

His broad, frightening pauldrons and sharp talons retracted. As his silhouette shrank in more than posture, a small, sobbing boss monster child in a green striped sweater took his place. He clung to you as if letting go would untether him from port, sending him adrift into the maelstrom again.

“I’m so sorry,” he said.

Asriel wept at length on your shoulder.

As he watched, a realization both blistering and chilling crept over Sans’ soul. After everything, his great and terrible adversary had been nothing more than a frightened child. He set his teeth and bit his tongue, every inch haunted by the phantom pains of snapping apart. Was any context enough to forgive him?

From the mist of his memory, Toriel emerged. He remembered her grief, her loneliness, the children she had lost. He thought of you, how you had loved the soulless flower enough to save him, even though you couldn’t remember why.

His heart calmed. If he could reconcile anything, it was that he loved you more than he wanted to hurt him.

Eventually, Asriel dried his eyes and smiled at you faintly. “I always was a crybaby, wasn’t I?”

You nodded. “Just a little.”

He surveyed you as if you had returned from the dead—and for all accounts and purposes, this was true. “Is it really you?” he asked. “Are you really . . . Chara?”

You pondered this for a long moment and for many long moments to come. Chara was the name you had been given at the start of your journey. It was this name that fueled the fire behind Asgore’s law, this name that had given weight to Wingdings’ final experiment, this name that had led Asriel down misery’s path. What were you if not the culmination of your experiences? All you had remembered could not be unwritten. And yet someone had reminded you that who you once were and who you could be were two entirely different things. You were not tethered to your ghosts. The road ahead was yours to choose.

You met Sans’ gaze over your shoulder. He stood a safe distance away, hands pocketed, even if his posture were tense. His left eye burned brighter than the right, at the ready, apprehensive but following your lead. Trust. Even when you lost sight of yourself, he believed in you. He always would. You wanted to be that person.

You wanted to deserve it.

“I go by Frisk now,” you said.

Sans’ burning eye sparked with blue and gold like fireworks.

Asriel studied the emotions passing between you. Bittersweetness tainted his smile.

“I was so jealous,” he said, “of you two. I still am. It’s . . . childish, isn’t it?”

“an ass-toot observation,” Sans muttered under his breath.

To his surprise, Asriel actually chuckled, even if small and removed with sadness. Sans’ hackles relaxed marginally at the sound. Even at its coldest, his heart always melted to a child’s laughter.

“Sorry,” Asriel said bashfully, then continued, “I know I can’t have you all to myself. That’s not fair. I’m . . . not entirely sure what brought you together but . . . I can tell it was special.” His small frame shrank further. “I didn’t understand that the way I was ‘playing’ was hurting you . . . or maybe I did. I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. And Sans, you were only protecting them. You were doing what I should have done. I’m so sorry.”

Sans teetered between accepting and refuting the apology. Then, he turned his eyes away, content to do neither.

Asriel nodded knowingly.

“There’s no excuse for what I did,” he said. “I hurt you. I hurt so many people. Friends, family, bystanders . . . I understand if you can’t forgive me.”

Your heart sank to recognize his words. You knew what he planned to do and what it meant. Like every time before, he would break the barrier and return to the Underground’s depths while the rest of monsterkind walked on sandy beaches under a bright blue sky. You would forgive him, and it wouldn’t matter.

“You’ll do great,” he said quietly. “They believe in you.” His eyes drifted to Sans. “Both of you. Whatever you do . . . don’t give up.”

As Asriel’s young form ascended with mounting energy, Sans rejoined your side.

When he had broken the barrier in the past, Sans only experienced the sensation of a colossal power falling around him. Every time, a great, bright light had enveloped him and when he opened his eyes, their long-coveted freedom waited just ahead. To be here, standing among every soul accumulating with fervor, radiating like the sun, streaking through the darkness like new stars—the vision was nothing short of phenomenal.

He rested a hand on your shoulder. His eyes stared into the lights with the same enamoration you had felt roaming the magical streets of New Home. The instant you looked into his face, this moment that had become one of sadness came alive again. You smiled, thankful to share this with him, grateful to have him by your side.

As the barrier shattered into a thousand pieces, Sans’ rapture twisted into dark apprehension. The sight shook you. Shouldn’t he be happy?

Before you could ask him what was wrong, that familiar brightness overtook you more quickly than it ever had before and spat you out from this nightmare into the real world once again.

Your souls burst from Asriel like a flying fish from the water. They rocketed through the air in search of home, spinning around each other like sparklers in a gush of red glitter. Then, they found their marks. They took off like shooting stars, straight toward their empty shells.

The sound of his name called Sans back to life. It sounded spoken at a distance, shrilly, and in dramatic sobs begging him to wake up. The words grew louder until bouncing around his skull. He squirmed in a pair of bony arms that gripped him far too tightly.

“can’t . . . breathe,” he wheezed. He tapped out faintly, three slaps to the dirty, broken floor. “bruh . . .”

“SANS!” screamed Papyrus.

Sans gasped as his brother unsealed the vacuum in his ribcage. He coughed and gagged.

“FINALLY!” Papyrus wiped frantically at his face. “LAZYBONES. ALWAYS NAPPING.”

Sans blinked up at him from his lap, color rising. “were you cryin’?” he asked.

“NO!” said Papyrus. “I DON’T CRY! I JUST . . . CAUGHT SOMETHING IN MY EYE.”

A smile crept onto Sans’ face to recognize this age-old exchange. “what did you catch?”

“TEARS!”

Sans chortled, and Papyrus’ haughty façade quickly crumbled to join him. Skull to skull, arms around each other’s necks, their laughter came from a place much deeper than humor. It echoed through the overfilled halls until every monster in the Underground knew just how happy they were to be alive and together again.

As their voices calmed to smiles, Sans fondly rubbed the smooth bone of his brother’s skull, the same way as he had when the stalk was only a bean. On an average day, Papyrus would have protested, but things were different now.

Sans tallied his friends. They had flocked together around Asgore’s fresh hole in the wall, where he had sheltered your empty body. His relief dissipated. He climbed out of Papyrus’ arms and scrambled through rocks, debris, and cracked hallway floors. Just inside the group, he tripped and fell over his own shoelaces, but that did not stop him. He elbowed his way to the front past Undyne and Asgore on his knees.

Hardly a breath stirred your chest, though subtleties of that new color had returned to your cheeks. A fresh breeze tickled your skin and sunlight glimmered across you with true, unabated warmth. Birds whistled a disjointed chorus into your ears. Though your new name danced around your head in many voices, only one drew you out from the reverie.

“frisk? frisk!” Sans snapped his fingers in front of your eyes. “c’mon, kid. don’ scare me any more than you gotta.”

You pushed his hand away. “Back up or get chucked on,” you gulped. You rolled over and buried your head in your arms, fighting the urge to expel your guts all over the broken floor. Your vision swam. As the memory of today’s events unfolded behind your eyes, however, you bolted upright and swung your head around.

“The barrier,” you said.

“Broken,” Toriel answered, gently brushing the hair off your forehead, “with thanks to you . . . Frisk.”

Her touch had felt different, familiar and knowing, timid and shaking. In the dampened, ocean-salted fur of her cheeks bled an aching recognition. Without doubt, she saw the truth of who you really were, even if she didn’t understand it. You opened your mouth.

“Mom?”

Every face turned toward the flower bed.

Sans’ clenched your shoulder, then, trepidly, he helped you stand. Your eyes, so bright, so nearly crimson, widened to brand this sun-crisped sight on the inner pages of your soul. Your determination swelled red hot until overflowing.

There, among emerald leaves and amber petals, stood Asriel.

He looked just as he had the day you met, daylight burning in a familiar halo off pale white fur. His hands, small, frightened, and confused, held his attention. One paw retracted to clutch his heart, as if something unexpected resided there, as if for the first time he felt alive and whole and real.

“Why am I . . . here?” he asked breathlessly. “What is this inside me? Who . . .”

A moment of awestruck silence filled the passage. Then, to everyone’s surprise, Sans burst out laughing. He chuckled like a pull string doll, arms clutching his stomach with relief and joy and perhaps a slightly twisted sense of humor. Papyrus raised a cold hand to slap him upside the head but before he could, Sans pointed a bony finger at Asriel.

“you stole your own soul, you idiot,” he laughed.

Asriel blinked. “Huh?”

Before he could slip in another word, you had flung your arms around him and tumbled him down into a knot. Leaves, pollen, and petals burst into the air as if to punctuate the act, or perhaps to celebrate it. You nuzzled into the bright fur of your long lost friend, your brother, here, alive, saved.

Toriel and Asgore soon rushed into the fray. How they felt about each other didn’t matter. Their children had returned. Their children were alive. They sobbed and smiled and questioned reality, but whatever the truth, none of you wanted it to end. You lay there happily engulfed, your lost family whole again at last.

Soon your friends had piled in to create a pile of bones and scales and fur. Undyne, Alphys, Papyrus . . . you opened your eyes to look for Sans.

He stood apart, hands pocketed. Though he hadn’t followed, his pinprick eyes watched you fondly over a smile never stronger, never truer. At that moment you knew: it was Sans who had walked your brother home. Somehow, he had discovered the answer and followed through . . . for you. Thankful tears filled your eyes. You should have never doubted him. You outstretched your hand and called his name. He took a bashful step forward.

Suddenly, he froze. Deep below his feet, seismic shudders warped and churned. Their volume and intensity expounded until stones quivered by the soles of his shoes. His phone vibrated, clattering against his phalanges in a life or death intelligence check against the dungeon master. The results snuffed the lights from his eyes. His smile ran away screaming.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“we have to go,” he breathed.

Asgore rose from the pile. “Sans, what is happening?” he asked.

Sans snatched your outstretched hand and pulled you from the tangle as well. To Asgore, he said, “everybody needs to leave the underground, now.” His eyes dashed wildly through a mist of sprinkling dust. Hairline cracks were spiraling through the floor, walls, and ceiling, still deciding where best to split apart. “we’re outta time. come on, kid, we gotta move.”

When Sans began running with you in the opposite direction, Toriel launched to her feet with dismay. She clung to Asriel, eyes wide with fright. “Where are you taking them?” she cried.

“trust me!” Sans called back, though regret speared his throat. “run!”

The royals' leap of faith became easier as dirt worked itself loose from the overhead stones in silver drapery. Asgore's booming voice ushered everyone out, a more effective siren than Sans’ quiet cello.

Halfway into the rumbling Core, you still clung to his hand, afraid but trusting. “Where are we going?” you finally asked. “Sans, why are we going the other way?”

Sans flinched as he tried and failed a third time to take a shortcut. The atmosphere swam with an increasing disregard for all laws of physics. The pathways jittered as if each step could fall through or fly away. Thankfully, their footing remained stable, even if deja vu ran their heads ragged.

“when i was in the void,” Sans explained through huffs of breath, “dings said the rift was on the verge of bustin’ wide open.”

The two of you broke from the Core into MTT Resort. Mettaton’s statue lay in pieces, and you splashed through its rippling puddle on the marble floors. As you hurried onward, Sans quickly urged what lingering monsters remained to flee the underground.

The world trembled more ferociously the farther you traveled.

“one more broken barrier and he couldn’t hold it back anymore.” He led you down the stairs, across Hotland’s quickest path. “but the machine in the basement can stop it.”

You passed the Lab. A hard crack split that edifice down the middle and southward through the plateau. Hot steam billowed threateningly out the fissures, which you dodged following Sans’ deft footsteps. The heat nearly blistered you; no doubt the smallest misstep would have seared straight through your boots. At a glance down the stairs, you could see that the River person was no longer present—and neither was the river.

Just before reaching the cave to Waterfall, an explosion threw you viciously to the cooling ground, where you collided with Sans in a helpless pile. The two of you turned back to the Lab in horror.

The building hovered in pieces, slowly lifting in an arc from its shattered foundation. The surrounding earth collapsed into the bubbling lava, splashing and steaming as if a volcano had erupted. A hollow in the molten rock folded inward below an accordion of walls and floors, eaten whole by a crisp fracture slicing reality like a shattered mirror. The Rift was expanding.

“to your feet, kid!” Sans barked.

You scrambled out from your shock and kicked off the ground to follow him.

“I thought you couldn’t fix it!” you shouted above the crackle of earth that chased you.

“dings told me what i was missing,” Sans answered.

“Which is . . . ?”

He hesitated. “i’ll show ya when we get there.”

Clouds of dark mineral dust showered down from the quaking ceiling. Around your feet, ancient crystals and loosened stone scattered and jostled as if you sped through a rock tumbler. Together you struggled through chaos and occasional monsters running past. You wondered if you should warn them about the rift awaiting them.

Sans guided you through a field of glowing mushrooms, which flickered and faded and illuminated again as if time itself combed their stems. You jumped rivers, slipped between waterfalls, cut corners through unfamiliar caves. He knew this place better than you ever did.

The cold air nipped at your ankles first. Then, the yawning mouth to Snowdin glittered bright with a blinding cloud of stirred snow. Relief like the scent of familiar incense curled around you a second too soon. Cracks rocketed into ravines in the stone above. They shot ahead to the far opening, where the cavern arch began to give way.

Sans' fingers finally sparked with blue. He set his teeth.

“hold on tight,” he said.

Just as the ceiling snapped and transmuted into plunging rubble, a shocking cyan portal scooped you up and spat you out into a dark room.

Cold tile pressed against your human skin, and the scent of earthen mildew crawled through the air. The basement. A nearby clatter told you Sans already searched for the light switch.

Under that single fluorescent bulb, there was no hiding his panic. The distant tremors were growling slowly louder, only minutes behind you. Though the earth had yet to tremble here, the sound alone quaked his bones. His shaking hands missed the outlet twice before plugging in the machine.

“Sans,” you said.

He tore back the curtain. That roughened, scorched jumble of metal hardly saw light before his left hand slapped the power switch on its side. It groaned to life with opposition, but once it got used to the idea, it hummed a steady note. The frequency curdled your blood.

“Sans,” you repeated.

His fingers trembled on the keyboard with hesitation, then dashed across the keycaps faster than you could type. Pixels on the screen scrolled through data more quickly than could be read. Its signs and symbols matched the ones you had seen him use when scanning for anomalies: stars, bombs, skulls . . . hands.

“SANS,” you snapped.

Finally he turned to you, though his head hung low on his neck.

For a moment, nothing but tremors, magic, and electricity shuddered the air. Your hair felt to stand on end.

“Why am I here?” you croaked.

This made no sense. It went against everything you knew about Sans to drag you back into the fray. If the Underground were truly moments from collapsing, he should have urged you out with the others. The puzzle had been clicking together, but the missing pieces hid in his pockets.

A hundred emotions crossed his face, emotions he had once guarded from you behind a grinning mask. You couldn’t decide which was worse. He skirted around the back of the machine, where he pried open a dusty compartment. Inside were an empty reservoir and a fogged out fuel gauge that rested on zero.

“thought this was for regular ol’ magic,” he said quietly. “heh . . . putting gas in the diesel tank ‘s what i was doin’.”

You eyed him uneasily.

After a long, long second, he met your stare guiltily.

“it doesn’t need magic or electricity, or gas or diesel neither,” he said. The words left him distraught. “it needs . . . you.”

Your eyebrows tried to touch. “I don’t understand.”

“determination!” he nearly burst. His arms spread wide as if to take flight. “a mighty heaping helping of bloody red determination.”

The statement didn’t strike you as worrisome until you saw just how upset it made him. He paced back and forth, breathing fast like a racehorse. His hands balled into fists until they shook and dug their knuckles into his forehead. Blue magic leaked from his left eye.

The realization snuck up behind you. Even if the lab hadn't been destroyed, Alphys had already run through most of her supply treating fallen monsters who would become amalgamates. Only siphoning from a source could supply determination now--directly from a human soul. You had no idea what that meant for you, but by the way Sans acted now . . .

“stars fucking damn it!” he snarled.

He braced himself against the machine and kicked it once, twice, three times. Then he gripped the corners more gently, and his shoulders heaved.

The tremors were growing louder.

“kid, it could kill you,” he breathed through a mess of tears. He pressed his forehead to the metal. “you could die and even then it might not be enough to work.”

Plaster and dust exhaled from the ceiling.

“but the rift doesn’t care,” he went on. “it won’t stop with the underground or the surface. if we let it go, sooner or later . . .”

Your heart skipped into your throat.

“i don’t know what to do,” he said. He slumped to sit in front of the temporal flux manipulator and cradled his face in his hands. Angry tears slipped through his phalanges. “i’m sorry.”

You watched him shudder under that impossible weight. Your eyes lifted to the splintering ceiling. Your ears turned to the quaking earth. Your tongue tasted dust in the air. Your nose breathed the scent of dirt and magic. Your mind raced with everywhere you had been, everything you had seen, everyone you had met and learned to love.

Sans felt your human warmth draw near. Behind his fingers, a brightening glow of red permeated the bone. His face twisted alongside his heart in knots.

Your soul pirouetted above your hands just as it had for Asgore, only this time no self-sorry streams decorated your cheeks. A smile lingered instead, melancholy but determined.

“frisk, no,” said Sans. He took your wrists and pushed them back toward your chest. “i can’t make you do this.”

“You’re not making me do anything,” you said.

“there’s no tellin’ what’ll happen,” he said quickly. “even if it works, we could go back before the barrier was broken and never get out again. whole thing could rewind to the day we clipped the timeline.” Pain clutched his eye sockets. “you and asriel . . . you two could stay dead.”

“What about your brother?” you asked.

Sans grimaced and blinked another swell of tears from his eye sockets. “there’s a chance,” he said, “maybe the only chance in the world he’ll come back. but it could kill him too. truth be told . . . we’re flyin’ blind.”

Your bright red heart bled for him in your hands. You knelt down only a breath away. “You saved my brother,” you said. “Let me try to save yours.”

Sans shook his head miserably. He still clung to your wrists, though faintly, barely holding on.

The basement floor’s ceramic tiles began to separate and collide, spitting up caulk and crumbs of stone. Flakes of plaster landed on your shoulders and in your hair.

“We’re running out of time,” you said as calmly as you could when your heart rattled your ribs like prison bars. “It’s either some of us, or none of us. That’s the choice, Sans.”

He hung his head, knowing it to be true.

“I’m determined to do this,” you said. The corner of your mouth twitched into a knifelike smile. “You can’t stop me.”

As he searched your eyes, his soul swelled with conviction, burning hot and red like engine coals. He faltered then, mind rushing with a thought he hadn’t considered, a truth he hadn’t faced until dying repeatedly at the fiery claws of a bitter demon. Determination: the power to stay alive, to undo death, to spool back time until you hit that god damn bullseye.

“and i’m determined not to let you die,” he said.

He flattened a hand to his chest, then tugged out his soul by an invisible string. Though scars clenched its shell in a thousand barbed teeth, it burned brighter than the North Star. A brilliant red overtook most of its form, more vivid and overwhelming than he expected, even if the edges whitened like frosted glass.

The sight of it overwhelmed you. Never had you seen a soul like this. Never had you imagined his to be so hauntingly beautiful.

He lifted you to your feet and pulled you close. The walls around you were crumbling, but your souls hummed strong and true.

“i promised to see ya through,” his voice lilted into your ear. “so let’s do this together.”

The moment you understood what he planned to do, you shook your head adamantly. “No, you can’t,” you said.

“yes, i can,” he insisted. “ya always try to do everythin’ yourself. just this once . . . let me help you.”

Suddenly, there it was: the truth you had been denying since the start. It had never been the resets at the core of what hurt him. What had truly wedged you apart had been your drive to shoulder everything like a lone wolf. When you had first decided to rewind the clock, you had done it without a word to anyone. When you had sought to save Asriel, you had pursued it alone. Even when Sans had finally forced your hand, you had resisted his aid at every step. It had crushed him to dust. It had broken bridges in Waterfall. It had cast him into the void. It had nearly driven you to darkness, until once again he had reached out into the encroaching night and saved you.

You held on a moment longer despite the urgency raining down in gray clouds. If he didn’t make it, you wanted to remember how it felt.

“Okay,” you said.

Programs sequenced into action with a few more entries into the data pad, which shuddered the machine into a readying hum. He tied your souls to those machinations in ways you didn’t quite understand: magic threads both warm in the pit of your soul and cold where they spooled into the darkness of an empty chamber.

He lifted his hand to rest on that all too familiar lever and stilled to find yours already there. You smiled confidently, ready with a single nod. His grip gained courage, and together, you pulled down into gear. Lines of data poured down the cracked monitor. The earth beneath you shook harder. A ravine split through the ceiling. Everything went white and still.

NOTES

One more chapter and then epilogue. :') We're nearly there.

Thank you so much for reading.

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