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THE ULTIMATE DRABBLE COLLECTION

...except its only stuff from my own work lmao. 

For some unknown reason, I thought it would be a fantastic idea to write five drabbles for all of my favorite stories written by myself, since I’m a narcissistic bastard and all. This took me like three weeks and is most of the reason why I haven’t been publishing anything else. It was supposed to be a megalovania-type thing, but I didn’t really stick to the time limit (oh well, what a shame, right?) I still stuck the songs and their links in, since I was listening to the songs while I was writing. 

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For this Tumblr publication, I only am including one drabble from each of the 15 stories. For the other 60 drabbles, story links, and basic summaries to each story, you can go here.

~~ENJOY~~

The Undying - Drunk Enough to Say that I Love You - PLVTINUM

“Sans, are you okay?”

He laughed, teeth gritted and fists clenched. He was shaking again, she noticed. “Yup. Just fuckin’ peachy, Sparks.”

Undyne sighed as she reached out, awkwardly smacking his arm. “I’ve told you not to call me that.”

“Then stop being so goddamn fiery.”

She gave him a look, and he let out a semi-hysterical laugh. She sighed again, and his face fell, hands relaxing for a moment before he buried his face in them, murmuring unintelligibly. Undyne watched him for a moment, then drew in a breath, glancing towards the door to the servant’s quarters. “I might be able to scrounge something up from Grillby, if you’d like me to try.

He shook his head quickly. “Nah… I don’t want you gettin’ in trouble for my dumb ass again.”

She was quiet for a few minutes before she replied, “It’s not your fault.”

“...I know.”

Devoid - Heaven - Dalton Rapattoni

The only thing Red could think about, in those final moments, were how lucky he was, to have Sans by his side until the very end. His life had been so...lackluster, filled with pain and regret, until he’d met the other.

He counted himself lucky that he’d never have to live without him, and that Sans would never have to, either. Constantia would be fine, she would be happy. Their brothers would move on, find their happiness.

And he and Sans would be together.

He pulled the other closer, feeling him shift in his arms. As close as they were wrapped up in each other, it was going to be impossible to tell whose dust was whose. But that was for the best, really.

It only seemed to fit.

UnderAuthor - Cry - Carly Rae Jepsen

“So you just...you see the possibilities?” Sans was looking at him earnestly, and Author sighed as he nodded.

“Yes. I see what could have been, if a different decision had been made, if your physiology or your height was just slightly different. I see the scenes that play out, your levels, and if you’re the subject, I recieve your stream of consiousness.”

Blue hummed. “You must have seen us doing some strange things.”

“You would not believe the amount of times I’ve seen the lot of you having--” Author cut himself off as Red snickered, and he glared at him.

“Have I ever done anything really bad?” Blue asked, and Author shot him a look.

“You would know if you’ve done anything bad. The episodes, the Notes...they aren’t things that have actually happened. They only could have. I’ve explained this.”

“Do bad things happen in them more often than here?” Stretch asked curiously, and Author didn’t hesitate to nod.

“None of you would believe the things you would have been capable of, had things been different.”

Gay As Hell - Lose My Number - James Blundt

“Truth or Dare?”

Sans groaned loudly as Blue giggled, kicking his feet in the air. Sans shot him a glare before turning his attention back to Red and saying, “I’m not fucking playing this game with you.”

“Watch your language, Sans!”

Red just grinned. “Truth or Dare, Sans? Truth or Dare? Dare? Truth? Truth? Da--”

“Fine!” Sans shouted, prompting another round of laughter from Blue. “Truth!”

“Who do you like?”

Sans immediately turned bright blue, scoffing loudly and obviously as he rolled over and away from the two of them. “I’m sorry, Red, are we in middle school? What kind of uncreative--”

“So you do like someone!!” Blue shouted, jumping to his feet with a shout of victory. “Who is it?!”

Perceptions - My Heart Goes Bum Bum Bum - Flatsound

Red was surprised to see the other’s eyes soften as he looked at his little brother, the contrast from the first meeting with Stretch hitting him hard. Comic crossed the room and crouched next to Fell, looking at the book of mazes he was steadily working his way through. There was a moment of comfortable silence, then Red heard Comic say, “I really like your battle armor. It's the coolest.”

Fell looked up, his genuine smile practically lighting up the room. “Sans did. He is cool...I am…” he seemed to be searching for words.

Comic grinned over at him. “The coolest?” He supplied helpfully, and Fell laughed quietly.

Red had to turn his back to the scene before his brother could see the tears that were beginning to fill his eyes.

The Grass is Always Greener - If You’re Gonna Leave - PLVTINUM

“Does it ever get lonely?”

Red looked up, surprised to see Sans sitting at his side. He must have drifted off or something, not having noticed the other’s approach whatsoever. “What?”

Sans glanced over at him, and Red became aware of the sounds of Blue and Papyrus talking loudly in the kitchen. He resisted the urge to shake his head fondly.

“The resets. Do they get lonely?”

Raising a brow, Red suppressed a humorless smile. “Yeah. Here and there.”

Sans nodded. “Yeah… I’m… I’m glad I’m not the only one. I guess a lot of the others have had the same thing but I just… it isn’t the same. I can’t really talk to them.”

“But you can talk to me?”

“Well, duh,” said Sans, cheeks going blue as he fiddled with the hem of his jacket. “You’re my best friend.”

What?

Red just stared at him for a moment, fighting off surprise and denial. Sans was refusing to look at him, but after a moment, he glanced sideways, catching Red’s eyes. In response, Red grinned widely. “I’d be careful sayin’ that shit. I bite, y’know.”

Sans snorted. “Oh, believe me. I’m all too aware.”

Believe in Me - Perfect - Ed Sheeran

Red smiled, hands settled on the sides of Blue’s hips as the others were wrapped around his neck. Blue was grinning up at him, eyelights in the shape of hearts, and Red resisted the urge to lean down and kiss him (again). He could feel the beat of the other’s soul where their chests were pressed so closely together, and he felt his own skip a beat.

The music played softly over them, and while Red knew there was a crowd gathered around the two of them, watching them during their first dance, he couldn’t have cared less. All he wanted to see, all he wanted to take in?

Well, it was right here in front of him.

Blue was everything he ever could have wished for. He was everything right in the world, the worlds, even. He was the reason Red wanted to live, he was… well, he was his happiness. And how could he help that? Someone as bright as Blue, loving someone like Red?

He would never be able to even imagine how he came to be so lucky.

Roommate Bros - Flame - Tinashe

Lust grinned across the table, eyebrows waggling impressively. Fell was doing a truly amazing job in his attempt to ignore him, but honestly, they all knew it would never last.

As loudly as he could manage, Lust pushed his chair back, standing quickly to cross the room and stand just behind Fell. The other completely disregarded his existence, continuing to prepare dinner.

“Hey, edgelord.”

No reaction. Not even a twitch.

Lust cleared his throat. “Hey, your highness?”

It was almost impressive, the amount of resolve it must be taking to pretend he wasn’t hilarious. He’d been making puns for almost an hour now and he hadn’t been strangled yet. It was truly amazing.

“What’ll happen if I make another pun, but like… right by your face?”

Finally, Fell turned, hands pausing in their preparations to regard his roommate with something akin to disgust. “You’ll be royally fucked.”

A Night Off and a Dress - If I’m Lucky - Jason Derulo

“Hey, Cer?”

He looked to the side, smiling as he saw Carmine standing in the doorway. The smile faded, however, as the other fidgeted uncomfortably, something obviously on his mind. Quickly, Cer stood, gesturing him into their shared room in the servant’s quarters and closing the door behind him. “Are you okay?”

Carmine just stared at him for a moment, then his eyes dropped, and he collapsed down to sit on his bed, head in his hands. “I… uh… I may have fucked a member of the royal family.”

There was a pause.

“Wow,” said Cer. “That’s… illegal. Yeah. Sheesh. How dare you.”

“Thanks. That’s real helpful, assho--”

“No, I mean it,” said Cer again. He shifted his stance, arms hovering for a moment before settling on his hips in what he hoped was a reprimanding manner. “You are just… not allowed.”

Carmine stared up at his friend for about a full minute.

“Well, at least we’ll get executed together, I guess.”

Perseverance - Verge - Owl City

“Do you guys want to go see a movie?”

Sans looked up at the excited voice right next to his ear, blinking blearily until Blue’s face came into focus. He could feel Red stirring beside him, turning to press his face into his pillow.

Blue’s face fell as Sans groaned, then he grinned again as his arm came out of the blankets, reaching for where his phone was lying on the nightstand.

“Blue, it’s five am. Why are you even awake?”

“I wasn’t tired!” came the answer, and Sans turned to regard him doubtfully. Red seemed to be waking up more, reaching up to rub at his eyelights. Blue grinned hopefully at them both, and Sans sighed tiredly.

“I don’t think the movies is open yet, sweetheart.”

Blue rolled his eyes. “Well, obviously. I meant this afternoon! Since I have the day off today and I know you get off early! And we could go have breakfast for right now?”

Damn it. He looked so fucking hopeful.

Ignoring Red’s mumbled protests, Sans threw back the blanket, forcing himself to sit up. Blue’s eyelights brightened, and a huge smile bloomed across his face. It was contagious, even with how much Sans truly wanted to lay back down and go the fuck to sleep until a more reasonable hour.

“Breakfast sounds great. I have to warn you, I might use pancakes as a pillow.”

Unimaginable - Quiet Uptown - Kelly Clarkson

Blue’s hands were shaking, and he couldn’t seem to get them to stop. He clenched his fists tightly at his sides, under the blankets. That worked for a few minutes, but then his whole body started to tremble.

He drew his knees up to his chest, holding his breath and squeezing his eyes shut for about a split second before the popped back open, surveying the room. He had to know he was alone, he had to know that… that Stretch….

He rolled over, clenching his teeth and bringing his now-unclenched fingers up to his eyes. Rubbing carefully at the bone, he stifled a sob. He’d never felt so small, so helpless. He-- he couldn’t even fall asleep. Who knows what could happen if he did?

The house was absolutely silent, not even the ticking of the kitchen clock cutting through the tension in the air. Blue kept his eyes open wide, staring at the worn cloth of the couch in an effort to stay awake.

God, this had to be a mistake. There had to be some explanation, Stretch would never-- he was his brother, for Toriel’s sake, he wouldn’t--

Blue clenched his fists again. He didn’t like it when his fingers shook.

Discrete Trials - Ink - Coldplay

Fell watched doubtfully as Blue scaled the fence, pushing himself up and over the top before jumping down to land on the other side.

“This is stupid, and we’re going to get caught.”

Blue turned back to make a face at the other, putting his hands on his hips. “I’ll have you know that the Magnificent Blue never gets caught!”

“...Sure. So what are we going to tell Slim when he catches us?” Fell asked, pulling himself up and over the fence and landing lightly beside his stepbrother. He glanced around the garden, taking in the semi-overgrown shrubbery and impeccable lawn furniture. Slim certainly had his priorities.

“It’s Razz’s Sweet 16! I’m sure he’d be fiiiiiiiiine,” Blue said, grinning.

Fell just stared at him for a moment in disbelief. “Razz is fucking 17 years old, you idiot.”

Blue just laughed, dropping into a crouch and humming under his breath before scampering forward across the lawn. Fell stood there frozen as he went, then stage-whispered, “Are you humming the Mission Impo--”

“Shhhhhhh!”

Carefully and quietly, Blue eased the unlocked back door open, stepping into the laundry room and holding the door open for Fell. He gestured for the other to follow him down the hallway, then dropped back into a crouch. Fell rolled his eyes before complying, walking like a normal monster instead of an idiot who watched too many James--

The light flicked on, and they both froze, staring at the worn couch in the corner, currently holding a grinning Slim and his slightly more disapproving brother.

“So, boys,” Slim started, shifting in his seat as Razz crossed his arms, attempting to look disapproving. “I’m disappointed in you.”

Blue straightened up to stand, shamefaced, but Slim continued before either of them could apologize.

“Razz’s birthday started an entire two minutes ago. You are so late.”

Pain Game - Fuck Boy - Apashe

“I’ll kill you!” Red screamed, tugging desperately at his bonds, trying not to sob.

Blue didn’t even flinch, raising his knife until it pressed up on the bottom of Sans’ chin. Sans was gripping onto the arms of his chair, shivering in his attempt to keep still.

Red watched him, choking back a cry as he watched beads of marrow rise to the surface of the bone. Sans’ face stayed impassive, but he could see the pain in his eyelights, could feel it trickling past the barriers he had put around his soul.

“Blue, you fucking let him go! Don’t-- d-don’t--” His voice broke as Sans let out a gasp of pain, eyes flickering to his partners. They were filled with desperation, and as much as Red wished otherwise, he knew what Sans was asking of him.

But Sans had to know how impossible it was to--

Hanging his head, Red went still. He squeezed his eyes shut.

He just… he couldn’t watch this.

Taste of Silver, Taste of Gold - Autoerotique - Badman

Blue is gorgeous when he's covered in ashes, screams ringing out because of him, the blood of their enemies pooled around his feet. His eyes glimmer with bloodlust as they turn to meet Razz’s, and he grins as he shifts his feet, planting them solidly and raising the barrel of his gun up to his mouth like a candle before breathing out a stream of air over the smoke.

Razz laughs, cocking out a hip and letting the summoned bone construct he holds fall back to rest on one shoulder. Blue snorts, turning back to face the doors of the shop.

They can hear more sirens in the distance, but they're far off, and it would be easy to grab the prize and run, leaving behind the broken bodies of those who have already tried to stop them.

But as Blue fixes himself in front of the door, Razz steps forward, looping his fingers under the hem of his leather jacket and tugging him close enough so that he can press his tongue into his mouth, swallowing the other’s groan and feeling his hand curl tightly into the cloth of his shirt. Then they broke apart, but never thought to step away. It would be easy, just to leave.

But that would just be no fun at all.

String Theory - Breathe - Lauv

It really surprised the skeletons; how much their beliefs differed. Different undergrounds believed in entirely different paths; entirely different ends and beginnings and reasons for life. Humans would call it religion, but there was no belief in a higher power; only in themselves, and their creation from dust, and their eventual end, returning to the ground from which they came.

For no matter the universe, no matter the underground, there was no belief in an afterlife.

You returned to the ground, and that was it. Your life was over, and you were dust. Your dust was spread over something you valued, but it was symbolic; a memory for those you had left behind.

So even though Stretch held his brother’s dust, covering the blanket he himself had been wrapped in in so many photos from their childhood, it was only in memorial. Blue himself was not there, he was never going to be there, and Stretch was never going to see him again. There was no heaven, there was no hell, there was no deliberation about which Blue would have gone to; if such things existed.

And that was it. He was gone.

No matter how much Razz claimed to be able to see him.