#gaster keeps getting beat up which is funny but like. he can take it

[undertalethingems]

Unexpected Guests Chapter Ten, Act Two: Page 10

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3-on-1 would normally be quite an unfair fight, but so far, Gaster's proven to be more than capable of taking what's been dealt... but the battle's far from over and our heroes still have plenty of fighting spirit!

The long fight continues next time, coming Jan. 11th!

[hxllo-nana]

Forgot to mention in my last Ask, but I also quite love Undyne.  She was great in both the flashbacks and the present.  Though, I also feel really bad for her.  Getting beat up by Paps when Undyne was being pushy about Sans.  Which, Undyne was just trying to look out for Paps (though, she also just has a bias against Sans.  Though, to be fair on her, Sans is…Sans), but the brothers will look out for each other.  And Undyne pushed herself too much about Sans for Paps.  Paps felt very guilty about it though (Sans came back to Undyne passed out on the floor and stuff.  Lol.  And then consoled Paps about it, ahaha).  

Undyne then got tested on by Sans (though, it didn’t really work out, because of her DT).  I am sorry Undyne, u were pissing Sans off, and he isn’t as fond as u as he is say, Paps, Alphys, Toriel, Grillby, etc.  Him calling her a test subject, and Sans saying he sounded like “him”, was such a good way to show Sans’ Gaster ties, and his testing stuff (might some more about this in those potential/maybe reblogs and/or whatever I might do) and stuff like that in general, is a really good way to show Sans’ more scientific side/scientific BG.  I am also very fond of the flashbacks in Ep4 and Dust’s interrogation of Frisk in Ep4, because it really shows how much of a face/expression and mind reader Sans and/or Dust Sans can be.  And how generally cold, analytical, smart, sadistic, and messed up each can be.

And then in the Ep4 flashbacks, both her and Paps basically got their realities destroyed (and both became even more gung-ho about hunting humans.  Though, for both the same and different reasons).

So yeah, basically, I love Undyne and I feel very bad for her.  She has not been having a good time lately.

I got even more character stuff and/or etc. to say, but again, saving those for something I might do later, in some other way (probably).

Off more character specific stuff, I am now starting to understand why Ep3 was called Prejudgemet (like, it took me way too long to understand that it was probably called that because Ep3 is pre-judgement. I completely figured out though at the ending screen that counts down towards judgment. I should really look up Ep4's title meaning at some point though.).

I still like the beginning screen that some character art, disclaimer, inspirations, etc., and I am defin. liking the ending screens and how they keep changing, and sometimes the creepy laugher and creepy, but sometimes funny and pretty stuff on the ending screens, Like, Ep3 having the doodles and writings from Dust Sans I presume, with Ep4's (I think) ending screen having blue doodles and text over that, that I presume come from the other Sans. Lol, they are fighting, even in the ending screens.

These episodes somehow made me want a happy ending even more for both Sanses and Paps's and Frisk and Chara too. Though, Chara, the Sanses, and Phantom (Paps and Frisk have their issues too, my goodness) are very messed up. But Phantom kind of got better in Ep4 after coming to a realization about how much he had lost himself when talking to Paps.

The Sanses and Chara though, are yeah, hmmm, yeah. Like, Chara is at least trying to hep out the people of her universe, but they also want some entertainment. The Sanses though; well, I want them both to be happy, and to get better. But all the therapy in the world, might not help them. And I also know that probably isn't ikely (like Chara and Sans(s) and etc. have been alluding to. And like what Phantom said, one of the Sanses might die. And he and the others will welcome and take of Paps' Sans if it is, and he will finally be able to rest with his Sans if it is his. Though, the Devil might not let them be together for awhile. Pretty understandably), but a person can hope.

I know u said Ep5 probably wouldn't be as long as Ep4, but I wouldn't mind that (and I wouldn't mind waiting longer for a longer episode, like w/ Ep4), esp. with how Ep4 left off, and how great Ep3 and Ep4 have been. But I also totally understand if Ep5 isn't.

I got some other things to say (mainly praise, interesting stuff I want to talk and theorize about, and/or etc., but I wil save that for the probably reblog(s), comment(s), or something I am going to do (if not/if not for now, I am doing at least this).

Some small critiques here and there. Nothing major, but sometimes text would get cut off, where I couldn't completely read what was being said, and so I had to kind of guess. Usually, I could still understand what was being said, and the times that it did happen were still some of my favorite parts of the Episodes.

U have much improved at making text readable on darker BG's and stuff though. The only times I had trouble with this, were for some of Chara's dialogue. And one time during the Mettaton section, when we got a bunch of text from the crowd after Sans and Paps fell from above on the stage.

So basically, it didn't happen much at all.

Also, I think how quickly you move between text and/or dialogue, but I wouldn't mind it a bit slower myself sometimes. Though, honestly, this is basically fine/they move at a pretty good pace, and I could and do, just pause, if I need to more fully take in what is saying.

Anyways, I loved Ep3 and Ep4 very much!  U did great on them.  And I am very excited (but also have so much dread for the characters.  U can really feel like a clash and/or some probably even more very bad stuff is going to go down from the titles, the episodes themselves, the ending cards that are getting more chaotic and which keep countdown to something, and stuff) for the next episode(s) whenever that ends up being!

Also, besides Ep3 and I think Ep2 or Ep1, do you have the episode video thumbnail art and/or posts with the links of/to the episodes and/or clips of the videos on your blog?  I would love to reblog them, because 1.  They are awesome, and I want to help share Dead Ringer, 2.  Reblogging stuff like that was one way I thought of how I could talk more about Dead Ringer, that wasn't Asks, and 3.  I just really like the thumbnail art, so I want to be able to like and reblog them.

Alright done talking about Dead Ringer for now.  I got some more Ask(s), but they will probably be mostly, if not, completely not Dead Ringer related.

2/2.  (I still got more Asks probably.  But I am saying 2/2, instead of 2/?.  Because I actually think having this Ask being 2/2 makes sense, because of how separated these ones will be to the next one(s), probably.  If I do it/them.  These ones will be mainly Dead Ringer-related, the next one(s), probably won’t be).

Undyne has only good intentions but worst executions..she does not catch a break lmao

Huh? Gaster reference? IN MY DEADRINGER? wonder if we’ll get to meet him

the blue doodles are dust but he used a different marker since he already used the red one lol

long episodes can hurt me if im not careful when making them so i plan on only doing longer episodes for the ones with the most tension going on

the cut off text was the error, exporting the files severely damaged my tablet on the day the video uploaded, ill try to make sure i won’t come into another problem like that again ewewew

Ill redo Chara’s and Mettaton’s text! As well as slowing down the texts as well, I tend to be a fast reader and i forget no everyone is that fast sorry ooo, as for the crowd they are intentionally met to be unreadable hehe

Ill post the thumbnail arts when the series is finished, similar to how i will do the same to bonnytale/underhell/and inkubators for reasons

thank u for the asks anyways!!! i love them!!! thank u for talking about my stuff it means a lot to me again idc if i say this w every ask I MEAN IT!

[pinksnow]

a heem heem. abridged version of the timeline take two. sobs

literally seething over tumblr not saving an entire god damn post ok here we go again. im so mad. im not gonna be as detailed in this one bc i just spent all my spoons on the first post. cries

- gen 1 addisons created with birth of the internet

- mid gens also created (spamton is this!)

- spamton has a friend group with one first gen pink addison and 2 mid gen addisons, blue and yellow

- spamton is still shit as his job dont worry that hasnt changed

- gen1 and mid gen addisons are susceptible to getting wormed. what do i mean by this. well in this au computer worms are corrupted addisons

- their code is jank so it happens

- og blue and yellow get wormed

- spamton is very upset!

- spamton befriends our current addisons because our blue looked like his blue. ogpink tells spamton this is not the way to go about it dude

- after a year or so though he recognizes blue for blue and not an ogblue replacement

- im shipping them also because i can do whatever i want. blue was canonly closest to spamton so <3

- not much interesting happens afterwards. spamton ask ogpink for dating advice i guess. whatever

- yadda yadda phone call lol

- spamton is now becoming increasingly distant towards everyone!

- blue is upset! the others are upset at spamton for making blue upset!

- when he moves to the mansion they virtually never contact eachother again

- they TRY to set up a couple dates but spamton cant get out due to always having a meeting here, and photoshoot there, deals please sign here. its neverending!

- blue is very depressed because his boyfriend has fucking ghosted him and he sees his face everywhere

- all of them are very frustrated and upset

- in 2004 ogpink gets wormed and is now iloveyou. spamton just not having a good time man

- spamton tries putting out a position for personal assistant and does his damnest to keep it from public view and hopes blue takes it up, hes doing this in hopes blue applies so they can finally be together again lol

- blue is moping in his room 24/7 he doesnt see shit he barely eats lol

- speaking of the others have their own way to cope with this

- yellow goes around breaking his billboards and other things around the city in attempts to get his attention

- orange

- pink and his relentless anger is like. im going to beat people up. this is surely the best way to deal with my frustration. he takes the freezering and beats up werewires n virovirokuns etc in alleyways. do you see where this is going

- anyways spamton is told they picked out the best candidate for the assistant job and its NOT blue its this green bitch named Novarg

- spamton absolutely hates nova for like a month straight bc its suppose to be blue with him not this sickly looking twink

- wahtver. idk. stuff happens. they probably explore eachothers bodies. lol. anyways

- once gaster cuts our man off he has a breakdown, and before i detail this breakdown, you need to listen to me ok, ok. the second worst virus in the world is SOBIG right, do yuou see where im going with this. spamton is wormed but gaster was doing some fucky shit to keep him from imploding or smth. those puppet features are the result of the worm yes im doing that. the lines on his jaw and jointed hands. youd think people would notice that only a worm would be able to spread as fast as spamton did with himself right. no bc with spamton hes unknowingly making it so people dont realize this. they look at his jointed hands and dont process that anythings wrong with it. anyways once its all cut off he breaks down bc hes losing everything which just sets the rest of the worm code OFF and hes glitching and freaking out and novas like. well ok im still going to try and calm him down. well he gets infected, and because spamtons code is so unbelievably fucked up it just glitches itself and makes nova a completely new and different worm. which is mydoom. the current worst worm. lol. see what i did isnt that funny. biggest virus derived from the code of what was at the time the biggest. anyways

- you know damn well a swatchling saw this and was like oh shit

- by this point nova has already ran off bc hes literally gone fucking insane we;re talking about the worst virus in the world here

- they get spamtons ass though! in this au hes thrown into the acid bc hes wormed and thats dangerous and bad and they need him DEAD

- i mean he lives obviously but now hes fun sized

- word gets out spamton is dead. they dont say he was wormed thatd cause mass panic with another worm already out

- its assume nova killed spamton (they dont, KNOW, its nova but im not saying mydoom every time, ok)

- well see now our addisons are VERYYY upset

- they hated spamton but they didnt want him DEAD. now blues doing even WORSE.

- yellows trashing more shit, orange is pretending the mannequin actually is spamton theyre in very deep denial

- and pink

- well

- pink is very fucking pissed! he goes out of his way to find nova.

- this is where he first uses snowgrave

- he never wanted to use it. he told himself hed never use it. but right now in a blind rage all he can think is i want this twink OBLITERATED

- half the fight is pink getting smacked around bc he needs to build up 200tp lol!

- once he has it though, oh boy! babys first snowgrave blackout! (whiteout?)

- nova only barely escapes with his life bc hes wormed. my man got fucked up

- pink snaps out of it after the fight is over thankfully but now hes set his fate in stone lol. get fucked

- actually doesnt get really bad until years later. THIS is when it starts turning into full days spent in whiteout

- sending the city into a fucking artificial winter

- its not supposed to SNOW here

- whole city blocks and streets getting wiped out

- the extreme snow from snowgrave has leaked into other attacks theres just snow everywhere

- you can only barely make out pinks outline, those who managed to sneak away seen this outline and were like

- its not a worm, they dont use magic, let alone ice magic. its not an addison, they cant attack on their own if not wormed

- obviously its a lightner, a human

- well now that rumor is spread everywhere, like even pink himself believes it

- esuiythgyuiqw3hjebfsdjkm skip to spamton in dumpster hours to our current time we skipped ahead cool cool

- whiteout pink looking for him bc they KNOW he has the thornring which would cut tp cost in half which would be Very Nice!

- spamton fights for his life and also only barely makes it out alive bc worm

- blue also happens to be out looking for pink and finds spamton

- many a crisis incoming: your ex is alive, hes small, hes half frozen to death, he speaks in glitched adverts, and he tells you that pink tried to kill him

- now thats just too much to take in today folks!

- (gestures) they take him home they have a reunion he screams when pink walks thru the door whatver

- they dont fully believe spamton until blues out one day during a particularly bad bout and sees its pink and is like. oh shit. oh my god

- deer in headlights <3

- blue is going to fucking die if he doesnt do something and this extreme stress and life of death situation causes his little funny darkner soul to be like oh ok. ok we;re doing this

- yeah addisons can make popups and little cursors but now blue is holding a whole ass cursor harpoon

- he does not know what the fuck is going on he doesnt even know how to use this he just throws them around randomly to distract pink and make a run for it

- well spamton was right

- they do NOT tell pink they dont want to imagine how hed react to what hes done

- blue has this nice little routine now of going out 5 minutes after pink does and following him and beating him up with harpoons to keep their focus on him and not the others around

- eventually word is gonna get out that blue is fighting off the lightner and walking out of it alive. this is not good

pink: i heard this about you

blue: different blue i dont know what youre talking about goodbye

- man i dont know i dont want to write more out you get the drill im doing a timeskip

- cool so idk smthhappens spamton snaps and gets that sweet sweet neo bod and nowthe addisons r fighting this mf over his broken city on suspended railways

- well the worms are all hiding down here since its abandoned, and they like. oh holy shit? spamton?

- neo spamton is basically the full potential of what he couldve been if allowed to go fully wormed when he did

- i know this is silly let me live

- iloveyou jumps onto blues cart like hey need some help

- if you see dangerous malware thats suppose to be dead you will not react well

- idk smth happens they all fall down into the broken city so that i can have a better setup for this part LOL

- while orange yellow and pink are fighting spamton trying to get him to snap out of it blue is ready to tear iloveyou to shreds

- while fighting iloveyou infects blue in a short blind rage

- uh oh lol

- instead of acting like a normal infected addison he. well his emotions are so overwhelming it just cancels out that code

- so now you got a very angry blue addison who is slightly powered up with a heart harpoon and hearts floating around him

- see first post on blog

- MAN i dont know i want to go get something to eat im wrapping this up right now

- its fine they all end up fine out of it the worms help pink control his magic and help spamton and he can go neo willingly

- they are all wacky roommates now

- the worms instinctive drive to infect code basically shut off after living together in an abandoned city for years with no one else

- they go out with the others sometimes in a large baggy hoodie

- eventually brave enough to go alone

- idk some new gen addison kid pulls down iloveyous hood bc they saw a heart and iloveyou is about to freak out but theyre all like omg dude thats so cool is that like a new accessory

- so anyways ogpink goes out normally now and those who do recognize them are stared at by everyone like dude this is just our local heart guy

- spamton that bastard has to fucking explain himself and mend THREE relationships but its fine

here you go, ogblue nova and blue and their fun sized spamton you know exactly what this is imitating goodbye i leave the rest to your imagination

[septic-skele]

UT - Care and Keeping

Summary: Five times Sans looked after Papyrus, and one time Papyrus looked after him.

I.

He was the smallest living thing Sans had ever seen, at least within the confines of his father’s workplace. On tiptoe outside the maturation chamber, palms pressed to the glass, Sans gazed in wonder at the form bobbing inside. He was barely the length of Sans’ ulna! Every so often he would shiver and squirm, as if restless to come out and play. Sans could hardly stand to wait for the day he did!

“I have errands to attend to elsewhere,” Gaster announced, casting his son a warning look. “Nothing will be disturbed while I’m away, correct?”

“Uh-huh, bye!” Sans called, barely listening as he watched bubbles float through delicate, developing ribs. “Hey, don’t be scared that Dad’s gone. I’m a big kid! I can take the bestest care of you.”

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II.

The baby was crying. Sans was too, tears evaporating into steam on his cheekbones, but that didn’t matter. The baby was on the hot, dry ground, tangled in a blanket, stubby arms and legs kicking at the air as he screamed.

It felt like a mile stretched between Sans and that bundle as he crawled, but beyond the terror and confusion the only shining thought in his mind was that it was his bundle. It had been shoved into his arms for some urgent reason. It was his, and his job was to save it from whatever awful, awful thing had happened.

“I’m here…Shhh, I’m here. I-I’ve got you!” he choked out as he eased weak arms underneath him. “I d-didn’t mean to…M’sorry you fell.”

Someone else had fallen too, hadn’t they? Somewhere.

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III.

Sleep didn’t come easily to Papyrus, even on a good night. On nights like these, starved and shivering, he was in absolute misery, which naturally meant he needed to make it known to the world so it could suffer with him. He had cried and carried on until he made himself sick—ugly, gasping sobs that left a mess of ectoplasmic bile on his chin and his threadbare shirt.

“You’re tired,” Sans pleaded, voice raspy from hours of speaking reassurances over him. Hazy with fatigue, he could barely keep ahold of his brother as he squirmed and struggled. “You’re tired, Papy, close your eyes.”

“I’m not! I’m not, I’m not!”

Scraping up vestiges of patience and strength he didn’t know he had, Sans wrapped an arm around the back of Papyrus’ skull and forced it down against his collarbone as he rocked him.

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IV.

“T-They didn’t mean anything by it, brother!” Papyrus piped up, cradling his skull where the stones had made contact. By some force of will he managed to keep his smile on, but Sans could see his eyelights watering. As the group of kids jeered and pointed, his shoulders shook too. “See? We’re all laughing! I-It was only a joke!”

A joke, huh? That was interesting. If Sans knew anything about his brother, it was that Papyrus didn’t find jokes all that appealing. Sans’ hands clenched in his pockets and their leader went stiff, hurtling wildly past the group and into the base of a tree with a startled yelp. The next rock intended for Papyrus bounced out of his hand.

“Heheheheh.” Sans tilted his head, shining eye panning over their gaping faces. “Wasn’t that funny? I got a few gags of my own to tell ya, if any of you think of stickin’ around. I'm here all night.”

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V.

“Sans, I…I tried very hard to reason with the human.” Papyrus’ voice was strained, quieter than he’d ever heard it. “They didn’t…even stay to listen. S-Shockingly poor manners…I had an inspiring speech prepared. I was sure they would…”

“I’m sorry,” Sans murmured hollowly, fingers gray with dust that sloughed off as he pet his brother’s skull to soothe him.

“That’s why you must deliver my message to them. Please, it’s…important. Tell them that they can do better, even if they don’t think so. Tell them that I believe in them…and…and…” His eye sockets—what was left of them—were glazing over.

“Don’t worry, Pap. I’m sure they already know.”

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+I.

“Sans? You’re breathing as if you’ve just been on a run, but I know that can’t possibly be the cause. Is there something that—? Oh, no!”

Something was definitely wrong but in this state Sans couldn't pinpoint what it was. The crushing pressure came down out of nowhere, the world swerving around him as his soul beat to the frantic tune of “Run, hide, get Papyrus out of here and run, not safe, never safe, can’t escape.”

“Sans? Sans. Never fear, brother, I’m right here,” Papyrus urged, grabbing Sans’ trembling shoulders with surprising gentleness to help him onto the floor. As he curled up, Sans croaked out something that was supposed to be intelligible. Papyrus was well-versed in translating. “Is your mind conjuring up those treacherous anti-safety thoughts again? You know it does that sometimes, which means you are prepared for it. You’ve beaten it before and you can do it again! I’ll help you! Nothing can withstand our combined attacks, not even something figuratively lurking within you!”

Despite himself Sans flinched at the volume of his voice and Papyrus’ face fell for just a moment. Then, tugging off one glove, he reached out, patiently enduring the solid minute that crawled by before Sans clutched his fingers.

“Those thoughts aren’t real, Sans. Look around us! It’s only you and I here, together, as it’s always been. There’s no danger dashing in to steal our happiness—and if one should suddenly choose to, I’ll protect you.”

With empty eye sockets Sans stared at his brother’s reassuring face, and his shaky handhold tightened. “…Yeah,” he managed, small and hoarse.

I’ll protect you.

[somedayonbroadway]

I am literally begging you to tell me about the Psych AU???

(Just to be clear this will be set in the fantasy land where all cops are trying their best to be good all the time. Thank you!)

So Psych was actually probably my favorite show for a lot of my life so I am pretty excited about this one. For those of you that haven’t seen the show, go watch it. It’s on Peacock and I believe it’s still on Amazon Prime. Definitely it’s at its best in the first three seasons, but it never ceases to be funny. However, I enjoy the first season a lot more because of how smart they portray Shawn without having him also be, for lack of a better word, an idiot. Shawn is incredibly smart and his humor and charisma highlighted that instead of hiding it and I miss that in the later seasons, but it is still a really funny show and I do recommend it.

Anyways, enough of me ranting.

Just to be clear, it could work with either Jack or Race as Shawn, and if you would like to see this AU the other way, just let me know!

Psych AU

Characters

Racetrack Higgins — Shawn Spencer

Albert DaSilva — Burton Guster

Jack Kelly — Henry Spencer

Spot Conlon — Juliet O’Hara

David Jacobs — Carlton Lassiter

Medda Larkin — Chief Karen Vick

Racetrack Higgins (Shawn Spencer)

Tyler James Kelly had never had an easy life, with his drunk father or absent mother who had him on accident with a man she barely knew

His father had named him Anthony Higgins

When he’s six all of that changes when his half brother takes him in, against his father’s wishes.

Jack renames him Tyler James Kelly.

Race didn’t know Jack all too well back then. But he looked up to him, even if he’d refuse to admit it later.

Jack is eighteen and just starting out as a beat cop. But Jack’s father had been training him to be a good cop his whole life. Right up till he died.

Race never knew what a parent was supposed to look like. So when Jack began to test and train him, he didn’t think anything of it.

Race has a eidetic memory and Jack knows it even if his baby brother refuses to acknowledge it

The kid is hyper observant and quick witted which often can lead him into trouble though he describes it as being useful stay one step ahead intellectually while being one step behind physically

Was born two months too early and has always been pretty thin and small

Loves classic movies and television shows and often references them

Is wickedly smart and clever, resulting in him graduating high school three years early and leaving New York to travel the country

Growing up he’s best friends with his next door neighbor, Albert DaSilva, who he relies on constantly as he has a fear of abandonment

While growing up with Jack, Race finds himself somewhat resenting his brother who constantly pushes him to be more and do more and get better. He explains that Jack never let him just be a kid, and never lets Jack explain why he has him memorize how many hats are in the room and learn how killers and criminals operate

When he’s fifteen he takes the detective’s exam and gets a perfect score but refuses to go into law enforcement, instead chooses to leave Jack behind, illegally, and travel around the country on a bike he wins in a poker game with a bunch of old men who think he’s no threat.

When he’s eighteen, he inevitably ends up back in Manhattan.

After not speaking with Jack for three years, he has no idea if he’s still even there and is terrified to face him, feeling bad about running away and not knowing if Jack will forgive him.

He gets his own apartment, taking odd jobs around town to make ends meet

He starts going by Anthony Higgins again, but most of his friends just call him Race, a nickname he got from Albert when they were very young

Albert is the only one who knows when Race is back in town and Race makes him swear not to tell Jack.

Race often spends his nights watching the news, calling in tips to the police whenever he figures out a crime that they can’t.

Eventually this leads him to getting arrested before he even turns nineteen, as the police suspect he’s an inside man

In order to get out of this, he tells a lie that he believes will be a one time thing.

He makes the cops believe he is psychic.

Things spiral out of control from there.

After making the majority of the station believe he has the gift (all except for one skeptic who happens to be head detective) he thinks they’re going to let him off the hook.

He has no idea the chief of police is going to ask for his help

Actually excited by the idea, Race runs to Albert’s school and begs him to help him out. Albert is reluctant at first but eventually agrees

Race and Al go out investigating as private detectives until Race figures out the case, leading them straight to the suspect who turns out to be dead.

With nowhere else to turn, Race goes back to his brother, a brilliant detective who got injured in the line of duty and retired early, for help

Jack isn’t even shocked to see him. He’s not surprised, he’s not happy and he’s not angry. It makes Race mad.

Jack takes Race out to lunch where he lets Race talk and tells him that he’s the ultimate disappointment because Jack told Race all growing up how much he hated private detectives and psychics. But ultimately, he helps Race out anyway

This leads to Race solving the case and getting recognition for it. Jack keeps his secret and is even secretly proud of him

The happiness he feels at that convinces Race to open up his own agency with Albert

Throughout their journey as detectives, Race ends up falling for a junior detective, a transfer from Brooklyn who is a partner to the skeptic head detective, David Jacob, his brother’s former partner and best friend.

Spot, the Junior detective, often flirts with Race and leads him on, but they don’t start a relationship until five years later.

Race is faced with countless situations where he becomes a target for serial killers and criminals who come after his and his friends and family.

Race gets shot and kidnapped at one point.

He and Albert get held captive constantly and The Yin Yang killer, a serial killer who had been messing with the department for years, takes a special interest in him, causing his current boyfriend to be nearly drowned, Spot to be nearly dropped from a clock tower, Jack to be nearly blown up and he and Albert to be nearly poisoned.

Despite only telling this lie to get out of going to jail for a crime he did not commit, he ends up sticking with it and finding his purpose in life was to help others instead of help himself and loves it

Albert DaSilva (Bruton Gaster)

Grows up with a good life.

His mother died when he was really young, not even a year old, and he lived with his father and two much older brothers who spoiled him and loved him.

Albert was always smart. He was always smart in different ways than Race was and enjoyed learning and gaining better understandings of things

When he was young, he wanted to become an astronomer. He always loved the planets and the stars.

While being academically advanced, he knew that graduating with Race was not the best option for him as he used to doubt himself when Race wasn’t around to tell him how much he needed him

As a child he applied for a school for advanced students, which he was accepted into. His father refused to send him on account of wanting him to be a kid which Albert never truly liked being

His father never did appreciate the influence that Race had on his son, but allowed it in order to let Albert be a kid because he knew Albert needed it

Albert loved academic activities growing up and had nearly won a national spelling bee that Race botched for him. After learning this, Albert is angry with Race and realizes his friend’s need for him as Race eventually admits he was scared his only friend was going to leave him

Albert is very independent and enjoys doing things on his own, much to Race’s dismay

Al was voted most likely to succeed in high school

When Race runs away, Albert knows about it and tries to stop him, but believes Race will get nervous and come back

When that doesn’t happen, Albert is too embarrassed and scared to tell anyone so he lets Race go, feeling abandonment for the first and possibly only time in his life and he’s always secretly a little angry with Race for leaving

Albert goes to college right out of high school and studied medicine, wanting to become a doctor

When Race comes back into town, he ends up missing a lot of classes and barely manages to stay ahead in school

He still works towards becoming a doctor, which often helps with solving crimes

After finding out he does not like the sight of blood and dead bodies, he switches to forensics which also helps with a lot of investigations

Albert’s oldest brother is a rocket scientist at NASA and his other brother is an engineer

He constantly feels as though he’s trying to catch up and be just as accomplished as his brothers

Albert was pep captain in high school in attempts to be popular. While he did have more friends than Race, he didn’t accomplish actually being popular, but hanging around so many girls turned him into somewhat of a ladies man

During his senior year spring break, Albert, who’s already eighteen, heads down to Mexico with some friends but ends up meeting a girl. He gets drunk and marries her before leaving and never speaking of it again, not seeing the girl until years later when she is getting remarried.

After helping Race on his first case, Albert finds he had a knack for assisting his friend in crime fighting and, though often gives Race a hard time about it and complains, genuinely enjoys helping

Is very protective of his car that his father pays for, affectionately named the Blueberry by Race who picks up the name from a stuck up client

Albert knows Race better than Race knows himself and is sometimes the only thing actually keeping him from chaotically causing his own accidental death, despite Jack’s best efforts.

He has a very refined sense of smell

Grew up catholic and believes in demonic possessions and exorcisms

In an attempt to be cool when he was younger, Albert learned how to pick locks and crack safes

Is often given ridiculous nicknames by his best friend while they’re out solving cases, just for fun. He just rolls with them typically.

He joined an a capella group in college because he knew how to sing and was curious as to what it would be like. Race always finds it entertaining.

Is an experienced tap dancer

Has trouble doing things that are more on the dangerous side while Race doesn’t mind jumping in head first just to see what will happen.

Albert’s father is very protective of him and, even when he’s being accused of murder, tries to constantly give Race money and have someone babysit and take care of him.

It isn’t until Race sets the record straight that Albert’s dad begins to trust him to take care of Al moving forward.

Albert is the only person Jack trusts with Race for a long time as Race had a history with bullies all growing up and never really wanted any other friends.

Albert becomes like another little brother to Jack and Jack teaches him some street smarts to get him by after Race runs away.

Albert helps take care of Jack after his career ending injury

Albert eventually becomes a forensic scientist and ends up working for the FBI

Jack Kelly (Henry Spencer)

A trouble maker when he was young, the only child of his father, James Francis Kelly Sr. and first born of his mother

When Jack is fifteen his father dies, murdered by a criminal who’d been out on a killing spree.

His father had always wanted Jack to follow in his footsteps and become an officer so, to honor him, Jack does

When Jack was twelve, his mother had had another baby. Jack did not know a lot about this, but after his father died, became very curious.

When asked about the baby, his mother got defensive, so he tracked the kid down on his own, finding him in a neglective home and immediately falling in love with the kid and wanting to protect him.

Although he often shows Race tough love, he genuinely makes it his life goal to keep the boy safe and protected

He renamed Anthony Higgins, Tyler James Kelly, because Anthony was originally named after his father, the man who almost never acknowledged that the kid existed and Jack didn’t want him walking around with that.

Even after Race starts introducing himself as Anthony again, he still calls Race Tyler and Tyler James and his little Tyler James because that’s still Race’s legal name

Jack is a bit of a troubled kid growing up.

He has ADHD

His father helped him channel that into being hyper observant and alert

His mother was a bit of a deadbeat, but Jack still loved her up until she died from lung cancer. He didn’t trust her to look after Race once, instead hiring experienced babysitters and sometimes even taking Race into work with him and having another officer watch him

When he first meets Race, he quickly picks up on the fact that the kid is special and had extraordinary talents and he wants to help Race use them in the best way

Jack is a very protective person, though he normally comes off as slightly intimidating stand-off-ish. He is genuinely friendly and actually is the inspiration behind Race’s sense of humor

Jack raises Race to be the perfect detective, believing he was doing this for Race’s own good as Jack himself is terrified of losing someone else, especially his baby boy who he finds he loves more than anyone else in the world.

While Jack was a bit of a prankster and a fighter growing up, his father explained to him that this was a good thing and would help Jack in the future as he knew how criminals could think

Jack is an artist and loves to paint and draw. It’s his most peaceful activity

He once arrested Race when he was fifteen for “borrowing” a car to impress a girl with Race later reveals he only did to keep the football team from finding out that he was gay

He moves up in the police force quickly, becoming the youngest head detective the department had

He is partnered with David Jacobs who quickly becomes his best friend and eventually replaced Jack as the head detective.

When Race runs away Jack is extremely hurt and goes through a small depression that ultimately makes him lose his focus and gets him into a bad car crash, ending his career as a detective

His knee is shattered and he can’t run as easily as he used to be able to.

Refuses help most of the time and locks himself away from the world until Albert comes knocking on his door

He lets the kid help him out

It is eventually revealed that Jack put a gps tracker in the dog tags that had been his father’s. He’d given them to Race because he convinced the kid they’d keep him safe. He knows where Race is at all times

This is why he’s not surprised when Race is back in town and this is how Jack continues to be able to find Race when Race is in trouble.

When Race is shot and kidnapped, his drops the dog tags and Jack panics because he’s never not been able to find Race and when he does eventually find him, he puts the dog tags back around his neck and yells at Race to never take them off again

That’s when Race finds out what Jack did

Jack is Race’s biggest critic and biggest supporter all rolled up into one

While he never truly approves of what Race is doing, he still does his best to help him and protect him as best he can and is always proud of him no matter what he does.

During his time in recovery, Jack sells paints and works on commission, starting his own arti website and becoming a fairly famous artist

When the Yin Yang killer returns to New York, it is revealed that Jack worked the case before but had not been the target of the serial killer.

He is kidnapped by Yang who knows somehow that he’d be unable to run and slightly traumatized him, placing him in a car at a drive in movie with a bomb in his lap

Though he tries to convince everyone that he’s not scared, Race ends up staying with him to comfort him through the nightmares.

After Yin and Yang strikes again, making it even clearer that it’s Racer he’s messing with, Jack accepts a job from the chief of police as a police liaison in attempts to keep Race safe

A few years later, another old case of his comes up and he realizes that the cops who trained him and worked with him were dirty and tampered with his evidence.

He is later shot point blank by one of his old partners and left for dead, but Race, who had followed him, manages to take him to a hospital, saving his life though it was a very close call

After all of this, Jack eventually retires from the police department, no longer respecting the badge as he’d used to and becomes a professor of criminology at the same college Albert attended where he meets Katherine, his future wife

Spot Conlon (Juliet O’Hara)

Sean “Spot” Conlon grew up being around cops a lot.

His father was a crook.

While he knew his father loved him, he also knew that his father was a conman and what he did was wrong.

Growing up, Spot would wake up to receive little gifts on his nightstand and eventually he figured out that his father had been breaking in to leave them for him, taking the window apart and putting it back together without a trace.

Spot loves his father but moves on and grows up to become a cop to stop people like his father from taking advantage of others

He has one older brother, Hot Shot, who is also a criminal, though he is a criminal in the name of the Army which he was trying to protect

Spot does have to arrest his brother but is not shocked to find that his brother escaped

Spot does have a younger brother, Charlie or Crutchie as he’s called by his brother, who he loves very much and tries to preserve as the kid is the only member of his family who is remotely innocent.

Crutchie eventually moves from Brooklyn to Manhattan to be closer to Spot and meets Spot’s friends who he adores.

Charlie is the one who reveals that Jack was one of Spot’s idols. Spot looked up to Jack because Jack was one of the youngest head detectives in the country and was an overall brilliant detective

Spot first meets Race while undercover. The conversation only lasts a few minutes before Race deducts that he is in fact a cop about to make a jump on someone.

Wary of Race at first, Spot keeps his distance. He is skeptical of Race’s “gift” buy after observing him behind to believe his abilities may be real

Upon his transfer to Manhattan to become a detective, Spot is partnered up with Jack Kelly’s old partner David, who is very stand-off-ish and mean at first

Spot and David begin to build a relationship based on trust and become like brothers after a long while

Originally, Spot is not taken very seriously as he’s very young and cares about how he looks. Many of the other cops make fun of him, calling him “pretty boy” and other derogatory names because they all know that he’s gay

David often sticks up for him but doesn’t let Spot thank him.

Spot eventually starts calling Race “pretty boy” as a means to give the words good meaning again

Spot is very good at going undercover for jobs and enjoys getting to be placed in different roles.

Race often tells him that if he hadn’t been a coo he would’ve been a hell of an actor but Spot doesn’t like that because he fears he’s becoming too much like his father

Spot is desperate to succeed in his work and often goes to Jack for advice (I know, they like each other in this one. It’s crazy)

Spot is very competitive and likes to be right.

He often brags about solving cases before others but does not put others down, necessarily, in the process

Though Spot is a bit on the shorter side, he makes up for it with muscle and strength.

When he gets angry, people back off, afraid of what he might do if he decides to take his anger out on them.

Spot is fluent in Spanish, just like Jack, and after Race and he start dating, they often have conversations about Race right in front of him.

After getting kidnapped by Yin, Spot is traumatized to the point of being unable to stay at the station.

He develops a paralyzing fear of heights that’s Race helps him through

Eventually, Spot becomes the head detective in Brooklyn when the chief is transferred there.

David Jacobs (Lassie Face)

David had always had a difficult time with trust

He grew up with a twin sister and a little brother.

His father cheated on their mother and his mother cheated on his father

His sister grew up and left without telling anyone.

His ex wife had cheated on him and left him

Suffice to say that trust didn’t come easy to him.

Growing up, Davey likes the rules and he likes enforcing them. He likes being in charge and he’s good at it.

David loves his younger brother a lot. Les is going to school for film and he loves getting insight about what police actually do. He likes to make documentaries

When David is partnered with the head detective, he’s shocked to find he actually likes Jack

Jack is the first person he truly trusts in a long long time

Jack becomes his best friend and only confidant

As he’s close with Jack, he does meet Race a few times, but when he questions Race about his tips under his old name, he doesn’t know why Race looks so familiar

It isn’t until David sees Race with Jack that he remembers.

Jack lies to David and tells him that Race is a psychic and found out when he was fifteen and that’s why he left even though he knows Davey won’t believe him

David understands and respects that Jack puts his little brother first

But the kid still annoys him

Despite not necessarily getting along with Race, David does everything he can to protect him as a ways to pay Jack back for all the times he’d saved his life

When Jack gets in his accident, David refuses another partner, nervous about not living up to Jack’s reputation.

His first new partner ends up being a girlfriend of his during his separation from his wife. Race outs the affair on accident and the woman is transferred

David and Spot don’t get along at first but Spot quickly shows David that he’s not any junior detective and is really good at what he does

He ends up really liking the kid

After Jack’s accident, David has a hard time going to see him, feeling as though he’d failed the other man somehow.

Eventually, he takes Jack out for a drink where Jack apologizes for screwing up and they have a bonding moment

Eventually, David finds himself infatuated with a suspect in a case he’s working

Though the girl is ultimately guilty, he visits her in prison and eventually marries her

His whole life all he’d wanted was to be the chief of police

Eventually, after Chief Larkin is transferred, his dream comes true.

He and Race manage to become friends and, after receiving a video message from Race, confessing to the fact that he’s not a psychic, he tears the disc out and breaks it, never needing to know how Race did what he did

I absolutely love this one, so if ya’ll wanna see any scenes from it, just let me know!

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[kittysukagasterfics]

‘Pun’-tastic Puns

Note: Warning: Puns everywhere. Anyway, onto the fic!

Handplates belongs to: @zarla-s

Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: After Sam tells one too many puns, Gaster decides to punish them the only he knows how. How badly will his joyfriend’s retaliation be?

     Gaster mumbled under his breath, jotting a note on the clipboard next to him on the couch. The skeleton tried to remain focused on his work but it was a bit hard when he didn’t have any coffee to help keep him awake. Sam should’ve been back by now with a cup for him. Gaster was about to see what was keeping them when he was suddenly startled when the Human popping up beside him, coffee in hand.

    “*You apologize to Gaster for the wait! You wanted to make this coffee ‘espresso-ly’ for him!”

     The skeleton responded with a nod, taking a sip from the cup. Sam tried to hold in their laughter while they waited for their boyfriend to process what they had just said. Sure enough, Gaster did just as he was about to jot down another note. He froze up for a moment before turning to give the Human an annoyed look causing them to burst out into laughter.

    “That wasn’t funny in the slightest, Sam. Stop laughing.”

    “*Ehehehe! But it was just part of the daily ‘grind’! And doesn’t he mean the puns aren’t ’punny’?”

     Those two puns were enough to make the scientist sigh in annoyance. He just told Sam to go take care of the brothers until he was done with his work. They nodded happily and left to head upstairs, but not before giggling at their own terrible jokes. Gaster grumbled under his breath as he tried to put focus back on his work. Little did the skeleton know however...that was just the beginning on Sam’s pun tirade.

(Later that Afternoon...)

     Gaster walked into the kitchen holding an empty coffee mug. He wasn’t even close to finishing his work but Sam probably would’ve have been upset with if he didn’t take at least one break. That, and the skeleton had noticed the Human was cooking something for lunch. They were turned away from him and towards the stove, focused on their cooking. Gaster walked up to them and wrapped his arms around their waist, startling the poor albino. He usually wouldn’t be this affectionate with his lover but everyone else was upstairs in Sans and Papyrus’ room so he figured it was alright. That is until Flowey decided to pop up to impatiently ask what was taking Sam so long with lunch. The plant visibly recoiled with disgust upon seeing the adults.

    “𝙴𝚠, 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎?”

    “I don’t recall anyone asking you to barge in on us though...”

     Before Flowey could fire back an insult, Sam decided to cut him short.

    “*You tell Flowey that it’s alright, he’ll always be your best ‘bud’! Ehehehe!”

     Both Flowey and Gaster fell silent upon hearing the pun. The flower glared harshly at Sam while the skeleton slowly facepalmed himself. Another flower pun was what sent Flowey back to the bedroom, but not before yelling at Sam for making those atrocious puns. The Human was giggling hysterically though which only caused Gaster to get more upset.

    “Sam, stop laughing and stop telling those jokes, They’re not funny at all.”

    “*Doesn’t he mean-”

     The Human felt a bony finger being pressed against their lips. Gaster went on telling them that they would not being telling anymore puns for the rest of the day or else. Sam nodded silently in understanding and Gaster lifted up his finger. He then asked what exactly they were making for lunch.

    “*Why does he feel the need to ‘grill’ you about it?”

    “Well, I wouldn’t exactly say that I’m...um...”

     Gaster began to trail off upon seeing that Sam was presenting a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches. They were also visibly trying to hold in their laughter along with that. The skeleton grew quiet as he stared blankly at his giggling lover. If that’s how they wanted to be, then so be it. He grabbed Sam by the wrist and dragged them towards the living room despite their protests and empty apologies. The Human was tossed onto the couch, quickly being pinned down by Gaster. He was so close that Sam could feel their face start to heat up along with their heart beating a bit too loudly.

    “I warned you, Sam...and yet you still didn’t listen.”

    “*W-Well, you were just-Eeek!”

     Sam suddenly let out a squeak when they felt a finger stroke against their stomach. Their instincts kicked in, causing them to try and push Gaster off of them. This only made the skeleton wiggle more fingers against their most sensitive spot. The Human squealed as Gaster suddenly added not just more fingers, but more hands as well. They finally gave up on trying to get Gaster off but continued to beg for mercy.

    “*You squeal louder as you beg for Gaster to stop!”

    “That depends, are you ready to stop making awful puns and actually listen to me for once?”

     Sam couldn’t lie. That line sort of stung a little since they knew exactly what Gaster was referring to. Nevertheless, they frantically nodded that they would, tears rolling down their reddened face. The scientist finally let up and went to go eat one of probably now cold grilled cheese sandwiches, leaving Sam a panting mess and also hungry for revenge...

(Later that Night...)

     Sam hummed gleefully as they felt Gaster lay down beside them. They were going to get him back what he did earlier that day. Before the skeleton could even get settled in bed, he was being pulled down by Sam. He was about to scold them when they suddenly climbed on top of him. Gaster quickly turned bright red despite knowing that Sam was probably too innocent and naive to realize what they were doing. He tried to move them back beside them but they just wouldn’t budge. Instead, they scribbled their fingers against his sides. The Human didn’t exactly get the chance to fully enact their revenge however as their boyfriend was quick to pinned them down himself. Sam began to panic, remembering what happened earlier.

    “*You ask Gaster if he’s mad at you...”

    “Hm...noo, I’m not. I probably deserved it after all.”

     Gaster sat up, only to get yanked back down onto the bed. Sam cuddled up next to him and even though he rolled his eye sockets, Gaster wrapped an arm around them. The two lovers laid there together in each other’s arms, neither of them wanting to move from that comfortable position.

    "𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?"

    “Sam, can we please move Flowey to the living room? This is just getting ridiculous.”

     The Human giggled at the two, giving their sulking boyfriend a kiss. With moment like this, Sam really hoped Gaster would be the one to help all monsterkind, not them...

Note: Aw, what a fluffy ending! ;3 Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed reading! I love all of you so much! Requests are always welcomed! Stay tuned for more.

[messedupessy]

1 and 5 for UF! Undyne And Alphys Uwu

Hellu again and ohhh this will be interesting ohh UwU ❤

1. Do they have any nicknames?

Well I do use their nicknames as their like actual name’s most of the time, so UF Undyne I call Cackles, as when she laughs it’s like a really loud af cackle, while UF Alphys is nicknamed Tatters, as her clothes are a bit tattered and stuff.

But since those names are like kind of their official names for me, as that’s usually how it ends up for me when I give nicknames to characters from au’s etc they become their nicknames pretty much, so do I not have nicknames persay for them, though Cackles do get called fish bitch at times by Edge when they banter and he is the only one allowed to call her that, as it’s a funny thing between them and if anyone else calls her that they will get a beating. 5. What is their personality like?

Oh boy

Cackles is still very much like UT Undyne, but back before she got defeated by Edge in their duel to the death for who would be captain/stay as captain, she was overly cruel and overly violent, she was crazily aggressive and there was so much civilian casualties under her leadership, and she overall didn’t have that good grip or control over her guards even though most of them were loyal and was just a really bad captain overall, alongside her being stressed and feeling she needed to prove herself constantly to her mentor and father figure, Gore aka Asgore, and her solutions to things often ended up with someone getting dusted.

But after getting defeated by Edge and then spared, which she was greatly insulted by since it was a battle to the death and he should just dust her, she was greatly depressed and angry at him about it, their friendship got hella strained for awhile, but then they made up when she began to work for him instead as his second in command and realised she preferred it, much less pressure on her to be in a certain way and much less paper work which she hates, and their friendship is now stronger than ever and they got a more sibling like relationship.

She is now much more calm than she once was, not as aggressive either and she is just doing much better overall, she is like a big sister to Edge who loves to make fun and tease him, rile him up, but also keep an eye out for him, and is always ready to kick his butt when he don’t take care of himself properly, she’s extremely stubborn etc, but she has mellowed down so she isn’t as prone to violence and stuff anymore, she is actually calmer than UT Undyne etc.

Tatters on the other hand…

She is full of rage and some regrets, she back in the day became one of UF Gaster’s assistants and he got her to do some really bad shit with her unable to say no in fear of him but also wanting to impress him real badly, so in turn things she originally was against, like horrible experiments on fellow monsters, is something she doesn’t even bat an eye at anymore.

She helped Gaster do many experiments, many of them on Red and Edge as well which Edge don’t remember but which Red remembers with complete clarity, so their relationship is not good at all he actually is threatening her to do shit for him as he in reality just wants to dust her but has decided to use the talents she got for his advantage in keeping his brother safe etc, which she hates she despises him so much she can’t believe she once felt bad for the stuff she did to him, now she just wants to dust him as well but is mostly too cowardly to as she fears for her life.

But she do still try to kill him time to time as she just wants him out of her life so she can keep doing her work in peace, she is a pretty cold and callous person who is extremely cowardly, she could have stopped doing the experiments when Gaster got yeeted but no she kept them up instead, even done some even worse shit than Gaster ever did.

So yeah she is so not a good person, originally maybe but that part of her is long buried and now she is just full of rage and frustration over her situation as who knew her actions could have such consequences.

And this is one of the reasons why I have such a hard time imagining how alphyne would work in my Underfell, since Cackles cares so much for Edge and would be absolutely livid if she knew what Tatters did to him, who knows might work something out but for now they just don’t work pft.

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[specialmindz]

“huh?”

“Hey Snas, how you spell yo’ name? Is with an S or a Z?”

“what are you talking about?”

“Is S-N-A-S or S-N-A-Z? It sound like da’ latter, but I’s a baby, so I don’t spell good.”

“what exactly are you putting my name on?” asked Sans, eyeing the piece of paper in his brother’s hand.

“Is a flyer.”

“what’s on the flyer?”

“Letters.”

“bro-”

“Letters and a picture of you that I taked. Lookin’ fine in dat lab coat big Buther...”

“seriously pap, what are you putting my name on?”

“Is a job wanted flyer! I knows you doesn’t like working for Daddy for no monies, so I’m gonna get you a new one!”

Sans took the paper from his brother and began to read it out loud. “big-ass baby looking for work. cute butt, cute head, cute everything. has experience in being daddy’s slave-bro you’re not posting this.”

“Why not?!”

“many reasons.”

“You like being Daddy’s slave?”

“no, but if we’re starting with the obvious, this picture is inappropriate.”

“It’s yo’ butt!”

“i can see that-”

“I took the picture so they knows I’s not lying. There be a picture of your head and your feets underneath like a flippybook-”

“what is it with you and butts lately papyrus? you keep bringing them up and it’s weird!”

“Pooburty.”

“babies don’t go through puberty.”

“Oh.”

“...”

“...”

“...I needs a doctor big Buther...”

Sans ignored him and continued to read the book he was holding, crumbling the paper Papyrus had made into a ball and shoving it into his coat pocket. He had hoped the act would make his brother get the message and go away, but the baby didn’t seem to care that his hard work had been destroyed. Instead, Papyrus merely pulled out another sheet and began to scribble on it with a pen.

“Okay, how’s dis? Big-ass baby looking for work, lossa experience being Daddy’s slave. No butt stuff.”

“papyrus, no. i appreciate what you’re trying to do, but no. it sucks that i don’t get paid, but i enjoy my job, so it’s fine.”

“*Tch* Lazybones! Work not supposed to be fun!” Grumbling, the infant angrily scribbled out what he wrote and started again. “Kay’...big-ass baby looking for fun. Lossa experience being Daddy’s slave, but still needs to be punished. He’s been real bad-”

“what?”

“He’s use to abuse and likes to abuse others-”

“i’m abusive? i’m abusive because i don’t want another job?”

“He be very obee-di-ant and likes to act like animals when he play. He go ‘WOOF WOOF! ARRROOOOO!”

“gimme that freaking paper.”

“Dis be Snas’s number, call if you gots any kestions or weequests.”

“don’t put down my number.”

“No number...? Kay’, I go change it to yo’ email.”

Sans paused. “’go?’ what do you mean ‘go?’ where are you go-ING?”

“Undernet.”

“the undernet?”

“Yep!”

“you put my cell number on the undernet?”

“I putted the job thingy and yo’ cell number. Now I gots to copy dis stuff and then post da’ flyers so ERYBODY knows about you. ”

“...”

“Also I didn’t know how to spell Snas, so I put Sans kay’?”

Sans’ sockets went dark.

RING RING!

“LOOK SNAS! An employer...”

RING RING RING!”

“Isn’t you gonna answer your phone big Buther? They might has a fun job for you...”

RING RING RING!

Looking at his pocket warily, the comedian reached inside and took out his phone, looking at the number.

“*sigh*”

It’s just Dad.

“hello? hey dad, sup?”

“You know what’s ‘sup’ child...”

“nooo, can’t say that i do actually. you realize i’m in the next room right? you can just come talk to me.”

“Well yes, I suppose I COULD do that, but there’s a slight problem.”

“you’re busy?”

“I’M DETAINED!”

Sans pulled the receiver away from his head. “what?”

“SOMEONE FOUND YOUR POST ON THE UNDERNET AND NOW I’M BEING QUESTIONED BY THE ROYAL GUARD!”

“wh-heh heh ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

“IT’S NOT FUNNY SANS, THEY THINK I’M SELLING MY CHILDREN! WHY WOULD YOU PUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT ON THE WEB?”

“did you actually read the post or...?”

“OF COURSE NO-it was your brother wasn’t it?”

“NYEH HEE HEE HEE HEE!”

“Put that little shit on the phone.”

“alrighty,” turning around, Sans held out his cell phone to his little brother who grabbed it with both hands.

“Hellwoe? What you want?”

“TAKE THAT POST DOWN RIGHT NOW PAPYRUS!”

“Nyeh? Papyrus? I’s not Papyrus, dis be da’ pizza shop...”

“PAPYRUS!”

“We gots da’ cheesy pizza, da’ peppy-roni pizza, and we gots pizza with widdle fishies on them. They look like dis,” Papyrus widened his eyes and opened his mouth, imitating a dead anchovy.

“heh heh heh...”

“You want dat pizza? Is good...”

“I WANT YOU TO TAKE DOWN THAT POST!”

“What post?”

“YOU KNOW WHAT POST!”

“No I doesn’t. Look sir, if you doesn’t want a pizza, don’t call here kay’? Cause’ dis be the pizza pace.”

BEEP!

Papyrus hung up.

“I think he bought it big Buther...”

“...why?”

BE-CUN!

“PAPYRUS GET THAT GODDAMN POST OFF THE UNDERNET!!!” screamed Gaster from the intercom.

“uh. oh! heh heh heh!”

“Uh oh Snas!”

“what are you gonna do bro?”

“There’s only one thing to do,” said the baby bones reaching into his toy chest. “I gots to run away.” He pulled out a little plastic Mickey Mouse purse he had found at the Dump and began stuffing it with crayons.

“you’re gonna run away...?”

“Yep, but don’t worry Snas, though fate tears us apart dis day, I’s certain we shall meet again!”

“heh heh ha ha ha! where you gonna go bro? you gonna go live with flowey?”

He’s been gone an awful long time...maybe he’s really NOT coming back...

“No, baby already tried that,” said Papyrus thinking back to last week.

“NO. No no no no, you get the HELL out of here-”

“Hellwoe Dirt-butt! I’s come to visit you! Nyeh heh heh!”

“Did you not hear me? GT...FO.”

“Why you staring at da’ ground Dirt-butt? Didja lose something?”

“YEAH I LOST PEACE AND QUIET! WHAT PART OF ‘LEAVE’ DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?”

Continuing to ignore the plant, Papyrus crawled around and patted the ground with a smile.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like I’s doing?”

“Not leaving.”

“I’s looking for the quiet...”

“...”

“I know it be around here somewhere, don’t chu worry. The Gweat Papyrus gonna find it real good-”

“I know you’re not stupid Papyrus,” said Flowey frowning. “You may have everyone ELSE fooled, but I KNOW better-”

“SHHH! You’ll scare away da’ quiet Dirt-butt!”

“Knock it off.”

“What the quiet look like? Is it small? Like, really REALLY small?”

“Yeah it’s small, SMALL LIKE YOUR BR-” the plant stopped short. ”You know what? Forget it,” he said, smiling slyly. “Forget looking for the quiet. We’ll make our OWN quiet, how’s that sound?”

The infant’s eyes immediately lit up. “Ooooh! We doing da’ arts and crafts?”

He loved arts and crafts, but Flowey NEVER joined in with him and Sans. He instead preferred to watch from the air vent whilst occasionally shouting down insults centered around their creations.

Not that it bothered Papyrus per say.

Flowey was obviously just upset that he couldn’t use the glue without getting his petals and/or roots stuck together, which would’ve been sad if he didn’t handle it in such a pathetic manner like all his other problems.

“No, we’re gonna play a game. The QUIET game...”

“Ki-et game...?” Papyrus looked disappointed.

“Yep, the quiet game; it’s where we sit still and make no noise whatsoever. Whoever talks first loses, okay?”

“Kay’.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...We’s playing right now?”

“Yeah, isn’t this fun?”

“Yep! I really like sitting around in a field doing nothing like an asshole!”

“YOU CAN LEAVE!”

“No really; doing nothing is a baby’s favorite thing to do, cause’ we doesn’t know how to be pro-duc-tive members of so-ci-et-y...” said Papyrus before lazily rolling onto his back and sticking his foot in his mouth.

“...”

“Also I can’t leave until I beats you in round two, then I’ll be da’ game master!”

Flowey snorted. “You didn’t beat me in round one, so how do you suppose you’re going to do that?” he asked, placing his leaves where his hips would be.

“Easily,” replied the infant. “And I did too beat you. You’s just a sore loser, like always.”

“I AM NOT!”

“Perhaps you should get on baby’s level Dirt-butt?”

“I DIDN’T LOSE! All i did was tell you that the game started and that doesn’t count!”

“Git good scrub flower, nyeh heh heh!”

“Whatever. Even if I DID lose, YOU’RE being a sore winner!” said Flowey turning away.

This made Papyrus sit up and scratch his skull in confusion. “...Dat don’t make sense dough. How can baby be sore if baby won? You’s making stuff up-”

“NO I’M NOT!”

“You wants an apo-lo-gy?”

“YES!!”

“Kay’.”

“...”

“...”

“...Well?”

“I’m sorry you suck.”

“GET OUT OF MY FIELD!!”

“...And dat’s what happened.”

“what?”

“What?”

RING RING!

“...You want some pizza Snas?”

“go take down that post,” said Sans turning off his phone.

“If I takes it down will you pay wit me?”

“uhh...” he looked at his book and then back at Papyrus. He was in the middle of it, nowhere near the end, but he doubted he’d get much studying done if Gaster managed to convince the guards to step aside.

Dad and Pap will be at each other’s throats all day if the guards leave, and dogs don’t have the greatest attention span to begin with...

“uhhh, yeah sure, i suppose i could spend some time with ya’ if you want...depends on what we’re playing though.”

I’m not playing Hide and Seek with this cheater again, THAT’S for sure. Last time he used the security cameras to find me, the little brat.

“We pay House!”

“heh heh heh, house huh? and lemme guess, you wanna be the baby right?”

Papyrus ignored him and crawled back to his toy box shifting loudly through the multitude of broken toys.

“whatcha’ looking for baby bro?”

“Nyeh heh heh!” the infant laughed happily as he raised a fairly large stick in the air triumphantly, his brother watching him in confusion.

Why does he have a stick in his toy box?

CLACK CLACK CLACK!

Hobbling around on the stick, Papyrus grabbed a clipboard with one tiny hand and looked at it disapprovingly. “Wrong, wrong, wrong. Dis be all wrong. Don’t chu know anything besides food? You went to doctor school didn’t you? Sometimes I thinks you’s just here to clean out da’ vending machines...”

“wh-what?”

“Where da’ patient at? You didn’t eat them did you? You know we need those things for monies-”

“what the hell is your problem?”

“Well I gots a whale in my staff room, so PETA’s bound to give me a call sooner or later, other than that though it’s just my leg...oh, and the fact that you suck at yo’ job.”

“your...leg hurts...?”

What?

“The patient OB-VI-OUS-LY gots da’ heatstroke, so we needs to put them in the feezer or they no get better. I doesn’t know why you thought it be a good idea to put em’ in a hospital bed.”

“put em’ in the freezer huh? heh, iii don’t think that’s a good idea lil’ bro.”

“I stopped paying you to think when I re-ah-lized you’s bad at it. Now you follow orders. INTO DA’ FEEZER!” exclaimed the baby pointing to the ceiling dramatically. He then dropped the clipboard and plopped down on the floor, waiting for his older brother to respond.

“okayyy...?”

Papyrus stared right through him and waited silently; a smile plastered on his face. Apparently he had no intention of giving Sans any more instruction, despite never mentioning where, or more importantly, who the patient was supposed to be.

Am I supposed to go find one of his dolls or something?

Knowing his brother, that probably wasn’t the case, but Sans went to the toy box anyway in hopes that the baby Horror would be as happy with a non-living patient as he would a live one.

He was immediately stopped in his tracks.

“Where you going Dr. Snas? We gots to save the patient or they’s gonna die! Leave the toys alone, those be for sick babies...”

“where do i go then pap? where’s the sick guy?”

“Nyeh?” Papyrus looked around. “*GASP!* SNAS!”

“what?”

“THE PATIENT’S ASCAPED!”

“they escaped huh? and why would anyone wanna escape a hospital? that’s where people get healthy bro!”

“They must be hippies Snas!”

“really pap?”

“Quick! We gots to catch em’ before they go online and convince peoples to use natural home re-me-dies and herbs instead of medicines!”

“herbs ARE medicine.”

“...”

“...what?”

“You’s fired.”

“i’m fired...?”

“You’s fired. I can’t and won’t have druggies working under my stupervision. No wonder you’s bad at yo’ job!”

“i’m not a hippie, and that’s very offensive.”

“I doesn’t wanna hear your excuses. Have your desk cweened out by dis afternoon,” said Papyrus. He crawled away, exiting the lab door that led to Waterfall, and leaving his older sibling alone. He was sad that he couldn’t have Sans be his employee anymore, but at least Undyne had gotten home from daycare by now; he could play House with her. She wasn’t very smart, but at least she wasn’t a drug user...

His brother could be REALLY disappointing sometimes.

“psh, whatever,” muttered Sans picking up his book. “i didn’t wanna play with you any-”

Wait a minute.

“PAPYRUS TAKE DOWN THAT POST!!”

“NYEH!”

PUMP!

Papyrus kicked the glass door to the lab with his foot and continued on angrily.

Go munch a tree, hippie baby.

The artist contacted me before making the image, so I know who they are this time. The artist’s name is Rammorn, also known as Passing_Note on AO3.

[it-refused]

Prompt:  Sans x Gaster (no family relationship), one of them having a really bad day and the other one doing anything to comfort them. 

Thank you for the prompt, @rag--tag, and no worries about sending me this ship.  This Gaster’s a completely different dude with the same name than the other Gaster I’ve written.

Rating: G

Characters: Gaster (non-skeleton), Sans

Summary: Gaster is struggling with a problem at work, and comes home in a bad mood.  I also wrote a little about them getting together, just to try and set in my head what their relationship would be like before I got to the h/c.  

Sans was, in Gaster's opinion: 1. a slightly above average physicist, 2. drastically below average height for an adult skeleton, and 3. someone who was embarrassingly good at reading faces.  

When his unimportant but increasingly distracting crush on Sans had become apparent to his friends, they encouraged him to subtly flirt and ascertain Sans' feelings from his reaction.  

Gaster had approached the experiment with caution, took his time with his planning and mental preparation, and then just blurted out that he liked the shape of Sans' hands right in the middle of a conversation about something entirely different.  

Gaster had taken part in experiments that had physically injured him that had left him in less pain than that single embarrassing comment had managed.

Most other monsters would have shrugged it off as the doctor being strange, as he sometimes was.  Sans had taken one look at Gaster's face and known exactly what he was trying to get across.  He would say later that Gaster was "not as subtle as he thought he was," but Gaster was certain most other monsters would have read the situation incorrectly.  

"wow.  you know i'm a popular guy, but i don't think i've gotten that one before," he said.  He scratched the back of his skull.  "uh.  thanks."

Gaster had tried to think of something to say, but his hands stayed still and silent, refusing to translate thought into words.  

"heh.  you've really got, uh..."

Gaster had never seen Sans embarrassed before.  He decided that it was important to remember that skeletons could blush.  

It made sense that he could, considering what he was made of.  Their deceptively different shapes hid that they were made of the same basic raw materials.  Gaster was not a skeleton, but he could also blush.  He could, and had actively been doing so, since before the conversation started.

Gaster attempted to move the topic back to the previous one, but trailed off mid sentence.  Sans was staring at him.

Sans cleared his throat.  "can't say you're bad at it when you can kind of guess i need to, uh, bone up on my skills in this, uh, area, too."  

Bone-up.  Because he was a skeleton, and was made of magic that was shaped like bones.  He was saying that he needed to study to improve his skills. It was possibly also a pun on the term "man up," but Gaster was less sure of that.  Gaster laughed, his mood lightening considerably.  Whether he was about to be accepted or rejected, he enjoyed Sans' wordplay.  When he noticed it.

"you want to get coffee or something?" Sans had asked.  Gaster wasn't sure why he thought he needed to "bone up" on anything.  He was not sure there was any simpler or more skilled way to get across his meaning.

--

Sans' talent at reading faces was impressive enough that Gaster did not return home in a bad mood under any illusion that Sans would not read his bad day off of him as soon as he saw him.  

He tried to avoid that moment.  Sans' methods for cheering him up were not always comfortable or pleasant.  For some reason it usually involved oddly placed whoopee cushions.  

Gaster spent more time than average in the kitchen making himself dinner.  It didn't bother him that his experiments had gone poorly.  Bad results sometimes said more than good ones.  Why was the substance not reacting the way he expected it to?  That was an interesting question.

He was more worried about the overheating problem in the Core.  So far all the solutions required power, which they couldn't guarantee access to.  The slightest power blip would cause a break in the cooling process and then there would start to be fluctuations that exacerbated the problem.  

All his other experiments had to be set aside, no matter how interesting, when the Core acted up.  No one was getting to the surface if they all died because of an explosion.  

"hey, doc. that's some complicated sandwich you're making," Sans said, behind him.  

"[THE PROCESS IS DELICATE,]" Gaster said.

"after an hour in here this better be the sandwich to beat all sandwiches."

Gaster looked down at his plate.  He had just slapped some items in between bread. Whatever he found.  It was a chips, ketchup, crab-apple, and more-bread sandwich.  It didn't matter what was in it, really.

"if you didn't have a headache already, eating that would give you one," Sans said.  "a bread-ache.  heh."  

Now that Sans mentioned it, his head was hurting a little.  Maybe eating would solve that problem.  

Papyrus had complained, once, that they both still ate like bachelors even though they were married, but Gaster wasn't sure how they were supposed to eat.  Sans made quiche sometimes, when he wasn't tired.  So.  Very rarely.  

"aw.  not even a smile?  i thought that one was pretty good.  i've got more sandwich jokes, you know.  call me sanswich from now on."  

His name did fit very nicely into the word sandwich, even if the joke did not make much sense.  Gaster laughed, which reverberated inside his ceramic head and made it ache.  

"ouch.  i'll keep these great jokes to a minimum, i guess."  

"[THAT JOKE WOULD WORK BETTER.  IF.  IT WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WORD.]"

"man.  you're right.  but you don't know what i'm doing until around the middle, right?"

"[IN THAT SENSE, I SUPPOSE IT WORKS.]"  

"hey.  you laughed."

"[I NEVER SAID IT WASN'T FUNNY.]"

Sans came over and nudged him.  "you like 'em more when they don't work."  

Was that true?  He tried to puzzle out if Sans was making another joke, but if he was, it was over his head.  

The sandwich crunched when he bit in to it.  It tasted interesting, and he felt his headache ebb slightly with the extra energy, but it was otherwise a failure.  The apple and ketchup clashed.

Sans noticed his distaste and took the plate away from him.  He tried Gaster's dinner.   "hey.  not bad."  Sans was fine with anything, so long as it involved chips or condiments.  "go sit down.  i'll make you something, since i had the whole day off and you have a look like the core spit in your eye."  

"[...]" Gaster didn't sit down.  He suddenly wanted to complain.  "[ITS TEMPERATURE AT KEY LOCATIONS CONTINUES TO RAISE A FULL 2 DEGREES ABOVE THE ACCEPTABLE MAXIMUM EVERY FEW HOURS.  WE IMPLEMENTED ONE OF THE EMERGENCY MEASURES AND IT DROPPED BACK DOWN.  AS SOON AS WE TURN THAT OFF, IT GOES BACK UP AGAIN.  WE NEED TO FIND A SOLUTION THAT EXISTS OUTSIDE THAT SYSTEM OR THERE WILL ALWAYS BE A RISK OF A CRITICAL SYSTEM FAILURE THAT PUTS THE ENTIRE UNDERGROUND AT RISK.]" He sighed.  "[THE HEAT WILL RISE.  AND RISE.  AND CONSUME US.]"

"darn.  but if your solution ends up being the one where a guy lobs ice into the core, i'm going to grow an ass i can laugh off," Sans said.

"[THAT SOLUTION IS.  ASININE.]"

"asinine." Sans snickered.  "welp.  i'd say leave a note for the fire monsters when we're dead, but it'd probably just burn up."

"[WHAT WOULD IT SAY?]"

"i don't know. 'whoops?'"  

"[THEY MIGHT GUESS THAT SENTIMENT.  WITHOUT A NOTE.]"  

"true."

"[PERHAPS.  AN APOLOGY?]"

"nah.  hey, maybe the whole mountain'll go, and the humans will have to look at the survivors behind the barrier all the time.  we can set up a rotation to flip 'em off."

Gaster enjoyed imagining this.

"there we go." Sans went over to the fridge and pulled out a milk carton.  It was for Papyrus, but Sans' brother never minded when Sans used it.  On the rare occasions Sans did, Papyrus would usually pick up a carton for Sans to use, and then end up drinking it himself.  "i don't get why you have to make this so complicated.  if you're too lazy to make food..." Sans opened up a cupboard and got out a box of cereal.  

"[I MAY NOT HAVE BEEN.  PAYING ATTENTION.]"  

"got it."

"[MY HEAD HURTS.]"

"ouch.  all right, fine.  if you sit down, i'll grab you your meds.  and then i'm sitting down too and taking a break after all this running around."

"[YOU ARE TOO KIND.]"

"sure."  

Gaster sat down in the living room with his bowl of cereal.  Sans had left the TV on and the tape he had in was paused.  A cartoon robot was staring at the screen, static partially covering them.  Gaster had seen this show before, and knew that pretty soon the cartoon robot would start kissing another cartoon robot, and Sans would fast forward through that to get to the parts he liked.  Gaster hit play and let the scene play out naturally.  

"ugh.  really?" Sans sat down next to him and handed him a small vial of purple, glowing liquid.  

"[WHEN YOU SKIP IT.  YOU MISS CRUCIAL CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.]"

"or you're a sap."  

Gaster made a face and downed his medicine.  His head stopped throbbing almost immediately, but the taste was awful and he could feel himself start to sweat.  

Sans yawned and stretched out, like he was going to slip his arm around Gaster's shoulders.  Like they were teenagers in a movie theater.  At the last minute, he changed positions entirely, laying so his head was on Gaster's lap.  "i guess i can nap through it."

Gaster dropped the empty vial on the floor and set the bowl of cereal on Sans' chest. It rose and fell as Sans unconsciously mimicked breathing.  

"you're a guy who likes to live dangerously.  if i roll over, there's milk everywhere."

"[STAY VERY STILL.]"

"ok."  He yawned again, and stretched, and the bowl almost fell.  

"[THAT IS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT I SAID TO DO.]"

"doctor's orders, huh."

"[I CONTINUE TO NOT BE THAT KIND OF DOCTOR.]"

"you sure?  i got a rash i need someone to look at."

Sans was trying to distract him.  It was working well enough.

Sans pulled up his sleeve and waved his arm in Gaster's face.  The bowl somehow managed to stay on his chest.  

Gaster grabbed his arm and peered at the strangely colored mark on the bone there. After a minute, he dropped it so he could have an easier time signing.  "[...]"  

"fatal, right?"

"[I CAN DIAGNOSE THAT.]"

"you missed your calling."

"[YOU SPILLED JELLY OF SOME KIND ON YOUR ARM.  THE LAST TIME I RECALL YOU EATING JELLY WAS YESTERDAY, AT BREAKFAST.  MY CONCLUSION IS THAT YOU HAVE NOT WASHED FOOD OFF YOUR ARM SINCE YESTERDAY.  MY DIAGNOSIS IS THAT YOU ARE DISGUSTING.]"  

"fair enough. when's the last time you had a bath, there, g?"  

Gaster considered. He had a very good memory, but he was struggling to recall when it was.  It had been very busy, at work.

"bro's right about us."

"[YES.]"  He had to also diagnose himself as being disgusting.  He looked down at Sans.  "[I AM VERY FORGETFUL.  YOU SHOULD RUN A BATH FOR ME SO I DON'T FORGET TO TAKE ONE AGAIN.]"

Sans snorted.  "now you're just seeing how much you can get away with.  that's what i get for being a little nice."

"[YES.]"   It was true.  "[YOU SHOULD TAKE ONE TONIGHT, TOO.  IF IT IS AT THE SAME TIME, WE WILL SAVE ON WATER.]"  

"that always sounds nice in theory, but then i end up with an elbow in my ribs and you're not the only one suffering."

"[THE WATER WILL HELP MY HEADACHE.]"

Sans laughed. "c'mon.  you don't even have one anymore.  you're trying to pull one over on me."

"[IS IT WORKING?]"

"i guess.  eat the delicious meal i slaved over to provide for you, and then we'll go scrape some grime off."  

Gaster nodded.  He tugged Sans' sleeve back down for him, and took the bowl of cereal off his ribs.

"i can tell you think i'm a sucker."

"[YOU ARE VERY TALENTED AT READING PEOPLE,]" Gaster said.

"wow.  thanks."

Gaster leaned down to kiss him.  There was a clank as bone gently tapped against ceramic.  Sans' bones were always a little bit warm.  He took Sans' hand and kissed his fingers.  

Gaster kept his phone on and nearby so that if someone called him to tell him that the Core was about to explode, he would know in advance.  He didn't get any calls, so the day certainly could have been worse.  

[proxylynn]

Dreemurr Academy #2 (UnderFell Sans)

Dreemurr Academy, a prestigious closed-off college for monsters and humans alike of all ages and worlds.

This includes myself, though I'm sort of a in-between.

I'm Lynsie, the human anomaly. I'm a human, but I can do magic like monsters. I'm an oddball.

That's the thing about making a school that is open to multiple alternate dimensions. Weird things are bound to show up. Even a bunch of the same person. From what I saw on orientation day, the same faces are scattered around all around.

To fix these type of issues, everyone that has a multiple or doppelganger is given a school name so there's no confusion.

Other than that, it's fairly normal. The hierarchy is the simple.

The Deans are made up of the same people, skeleton monsters that go by the name of Gaster. One is a teacher of the Sciences, goes by Wingding. He's a kind and understanding man, but is known to pull a prank or two. They all speak in a typeface sign language but use telepathy magic so others understand. It's been said no one has ever heard their real voices and those that have are no longer at the academy.

Another Gaster dean teaches Home Economics, he goes by Wingy. He's a bubbly sweet guy that loves his work. Nothing makes him smile more than seeing the joy on a student's face when they take pride in being able to do something they first thought they couldn't.

Another Gaster dean teaches the studies of Magic, he is called Fall. At times, he can be cynical, malicious, and sarcastic. He has a commanding presence that exuded gravitas, authority and control, able to keep a class quiet without effort. Yet there is a kindness to him, it's rarely seen, but not unheard of.

Another Gaster dean teaches History, his nickname is Dings. A cold, bitter, and sometimes childish man. He tends to hold grudges against troublesome students and is extremely spiteful toward those whom he dislikes. Yet those that can take his punishments are rewarded with his respect. He is a teacher that commands respect and who's grades are earned with doom hanging over your head.

The Professors are also skeleton monsters, but not all are the same person. The Psychology professor is a guy named Papyrus but goes by Stretch. He's the favorite among students because he's so laid back. He chews a tooth pick in class to suppress his urge to smoke, but we all know he does so when on break. He's really good at reading students and helps out when able. All in all, he's the cool teacher.

The Literature professor is a Papyrus that is called Fell. He is the one teacher everyone dreads. Very strict and old fashioned. He does not tolerate interruptions and will humiliate those he feel need to be taken down a notch. Such things take there toll on him and often squeezes a stress ball that he keeps in his desk. But he is a very passionate man when it comes to his work and takes his subject seriously, even though this makes him into a bit of a grammar nazi which is why many students get low grades.

The Biology professor is a skeleton called Sans that sometimes goes by Classic, whatever that means. He is very cheesy and comes off as lazy, making puns that have people cringe yet secretly love them. He is very protective of his students and will go out of his way to help them. He does not tolerate bulling of any kind and can be quite scary. He's the second favorite among the students.

The Physical Education professor is also a Sans that goes by Pain. He is also a stern and old school type of teacher, only he tends to be more cruel in humiliation of students that are unprepared. While his scope is all around, he prefers the darker side of the study. Using borderline violence to weed out the weak that think taking his class is a easy A. There is mercy in his dojo, but it must be earned with blood, sweat, and tears.

The Students are broken into four groups based on which part of the four years they are currently in. The first years are called freshmen. Second years are sophomores. Third years are juniors. And fourth years are seniors. There are some variations on this topic, but this hierarchy of college students is still readily recognizable by everyone.

Me? This isn't my first rodeo but not my last. I'm a sophomore and have gotten the gist of who's who and what's what. I get along with students and teachers. I've always been a middle ground type of girl.

I didn't come looking for friends, but they just seemed to find me. Funny enough, my buddies are the brothers of the professors. Stretch's brother is a freshman, his name is Sans but goes by Rascal. Fell's brother, also a Sans, is a sophomore like me and goes by Edgy. Classic's brother is a Papyrus, a freshman that goes by Papy. And Pain's brother is a sophomore Papyrus by the name of Slim.

I've always been a tomboy. I prefer the guys company. They're different and fun, even if they can be a bit odd sometimes.

Rascal, as the nickname implies, is the school clown/prankster. He likes to test his limits and challenge authority, even dishevels his uniform to assert his individuality. He comes off as a slacker, but secretly very deep, clever, and loyal to a fault. He likes taking his brother's class so he can improve his skills with messing with people, mostly his brother as he disrupts his teachings when he sees a chance.

Edgy is shy around new people and slow to open up, enjoying a laugh with friends when able. Though he appears weak or even nerdy because of his glasses, he is far more tougher than he leads on. He doesn't take crap from anyone. When alone, he's angsty and borders on straight up angry. Getting a pissy attitude when annoyed. Like his brother, he is very passionate about literature and does his best to impress his brother, going so far as to become the teacher's pet.

Papy is easily the most loveable guy in the whole school. Very cheerful and optimistic, he tries his best no matter what. He doesn't like conflict and tries to keep his brother out of trouble when the teacher pulls a prank. I find it sweet of him to take his brother's class even though he doesn't particularly enjoy it, just so he can stay close to him. Like I said, this guy is a loveable soul.

Slim is easy going. He doesn't take things too seriously and never breaks a sweat over hard exams. The only thing that breaks his cool is his smoking, he really gets tense if he goes too long without his fix. He's incredibly smart and instinctual, good traits to have when dealing with his brother. While he does attend his brother's class, he merely does so as a request of his brother who likes to make sure he doesn't slack off due to not being challenged enough.

All of them are oddly related to each other in some form. Gaster's, Papyrus's, and Sans's are brothers. Yet I see them all as different people. I value them. They're helping me even if they don't know it. I am not so confident in myself. I tend to isolate myself, go at things lone wolf style. It's how I've always been. Then I met them and slowly my world began to expand bit by bit. I'm still not comfortable with others. But with them, I can step out from behind my mask for a bit, and really be myself around them.

Today is a typical weekend. I hang over at Edgy's house and we study for hours. It's a little weird at times, what with a dean and a teacher under the same roof. At least we don't have to be in the school uniform. I don't really care for the uniforms. Girls have to wear skirts, I hate it because of perverts taking up-skirt pics.

I never have to worry about that kind of thing with Edgy. He's more focused on his studies than anything of the romantic nature. Though few girls have tried to sway him with letters, gifts, and even the rare few that straight up tell him they want to 'bone' him. All fail. Not like it bothers him much.

But right now, I lay on Edgy's bedroom floor with my nose in a book as he does the same across from me. His brother Fell has assigned the works of Edgar Allan Poe for our second quarter exams, which also consists of the always fun extra credit of explaining what your favorite piece is and why...Yay!

"did you pick your piece yet?"

"Yep. Had it ready before even needing to pick one."

"really? which one?"

"The Masque of the Red Death. I've always loved that story. I find the story of Prince Prospero's attempts to avoid a dangerous plague, known as the Red Death, by hiding in his abbey a rather interesting take on classes of society. He, along with many other wealthy nobles, hosts a masquerade ball within seven rooms of the abbey, each decorated with a different color while the poor outside die as their cries for help fall on deaf ears. In the midst of their revelry, a mysterious figure disguised as a Red Death victim enters and makes his way through each of the rooms. Prospero dies after confronting this stranger, whose 'costume' proves to contain nothing tangible inside it; the guests also die in turn."

He looks at me in shock.

"you really do like that one."

"Is it so odd?"

"i didn't think you were into such dark stuff."

"What is dark but one's own view on that which we find unnerving. But to be honest, I do love me some horror stories. The detail really hooks me in."

"then you'll probably think it cliché of me, but i picked the tell-tale heart."

"I've heard of it, but never really read it. Mind giving me a sample?"

"gladly. it is told by an unnamed narrator who endeavors to convince the reader of his sanity, while describing a murder he committed. the victim was an old man with a filmy 'vulture-eye', as the narrator calls it. the murder is carefully calculated, and the murderer hides the body by dismembering it and hiding it under the floorboards. ultimately, the narrator's feelings of guilt, or a mental disturbance, result in him hearing the dead man's beating heart."

"Now that sounds interesting."

"i can read it to you. i-if you want that is?"

"You don't have to..."

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU!?!"

Fell kicks in the door and scares the fuck out of me but Edgy doesn't flinch, he's too used to this.

"I SAID TO LEAVE THIS DOOR OPEN!"

"it's my room. i can do what i want. and why do you care?"

"YOU KNOW THE RULES. BESIDES..."

Fell stares at me and Edgy blushes with a glare.

"p-piss off. nothing like that is gonna happen."

"I DON'T CARE! THIS DOOR STAYS OPEN."

"What are you talking about? Are you both implying something?"

"YOU MEAN, YOU DON'T KNOW?"

Edgy's face falls in horror as Fell smirks darkly.

"Know what?"

"bro...don't you dare..."

"SANS HERE HAS A..."

"get out! get out!"

Edgy bolts pass me and tries to slam the door shut, but Fell is stronger.

"AWWW...WHAT'S WRONG SANS? AFRAID SHE'LL FIND OUT ABOUT YOUR LITTLE CRUSH~?"

"papyrus!"

"OOPS. SILLY ME."

"you jackass! you promised not to say anything!"

Fell just laughs and Edgy is finally able to shut the door. Only once then sound of Fell's laughter fades does Edgy register what just happened and that I'm staring at him in confusion. He starts to sweat as he slowly turns his head to look at me.

"uh...about that..."

"So who's the lucky one?"

He looks at me funny.

"w-what?"

"Who is your crush? I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I just want to support you."

He just stares at me before breathing a sigh of relief and turning around.

"i...it's..."

He looks down and rubs his left arm, he's nervous. I change the subject.

"Don't you think it's a little odd?"

"w-what is?"

"Well...You're the middle sibling. Yet, your older and younger brother have positions of power at the school while you're a student."

He pauses for a moment.

"i...i never thought about it before."

"You know what else? Another good Poe story is The Raven. It tells of a talking raven's mysterious visit to a distraught lover, tracing the man's slow fall into madness."

This seems to get to him.

"r-really?"

"The lover, often identified as being a student, is lamenting the loss of his love, Lenore. Sitting on a bust of Pallas, the raven seems to further instigate his distress with its constant repetition of the word 'Nevermore'. The poem makes use of a number of folk, mythological, religious, and classical references as Poe claimed to have written the poem very logically and methodically, intending to create a poem that would appeal to both critical and popular tastes."

He smiles and returns to sit with me as I sit up.

"do you know the story as well as you do the red death?"

"Do you?"

"care to recite with me?"

He smirks and I move the books away with a grin.

"Who starts?"

"ladies first."

"Okay. *clears throat* Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore...While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door...Only this and nothing more.”."

He smiles in content.

"ah, distinctly i remember it was in the bleak december; and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. eagerly i wished the morrow;...vainly i had sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow...sorrow for the lost lenore...for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name lenore...nameless here for evermore."

I feel the spark light as we speak. Edgy is very passionate about literature and he always reads with fire in his soul. It's actually what challenges me to do better in class. To dance in the same fire he breathes that makes stories become real. And here this is no different...I accept this challenge and aim to win.

"And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me...filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door...Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;...This it is and nothing more.”."

His eyes light up with vigor. We never get a chance to do battle at school when I try to match him. Of course he sees those moments as me trying to out do him for his brother's favor, but here, now he sees I do it all for him. He brings out my best...and it thrills him.

"presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, “sir,” said i, “or madam, truly your forgiveness i implore; but the fact is i was napping, and so gently you came rapping, and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, that i scarce was sure i heard you”...here i opened wide the door;...darkness there and nothing more."

He scoots closer to me and I smirk.

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”...Merely this and nothing more."

I scoot closer to him and he blushes faintly but holds strong.

"back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, soon again i heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. “surely,” said i, “surely that is something at my window lattice; let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore...let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;...’tis the wind and nothing more!”."

He slowly puts his hand over mine and I blush big time. Now I understand what Fell meant...I'm Edgy's crush! But I won't speak of it. It's not my place. I want him to say it. To confess with this same passion.

"Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door...Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door...Perched, and sat, and nothing more."

With that I state my actions. I will remain still where I sit and it is up to him on what happens next.

"then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, by the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, “though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” i said, “art sure no craven, ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore...tell me what thy lordly name is on the night’s plutonian shore!” quoth the raven “nevermore.”."

He softly moves some hair from my face and I smile warmly.

"Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning...little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door...Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as “Nevermore.”."

I nuzzle into his hand and his blush increases. He almost withdraws his hand, but one look into my eyes has him locked.

"but the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only that one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. nothing farther then he uttered...not a feather then he fluttered...till i scarcely more than muttered “other friends have flown before...on the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.” then the bird said “nevermore.”."

Carefully I reach up and touch his cheek, caressing the bone softly much to his shock.

"Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore...Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of ‘Never...nevermore’.” ."

I slide my fingers along his jaw and let them flee under his chin, making him whimper faintly at the loss of my touch.

"but the raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, straight i wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; then, upon the velvet sinking, i betook myself to linking fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore...what this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore meant in croaking “nevermore.”."

I smirk in pride, thinking I have gotten one over on him. But then he remembers the hand he left on me that had since drooped to my shoulder. He traces his phalanges along the curve of my neck and I purr.

"This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er, But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er, She shall press, ah, nevermore!"

My voice hitches under his care and he grins with new confidence.

"then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. “wretch,” i cried, “thy god hath lent thee...by these angels he hath sent thee respite...respite and nepenthe from thy memories of lenore; quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost lenore!” quoth the raven “nevermore.”."

Removing his hands from me, he takes off his glasses and I see the fire in his red eyes burn brightly. I can't avert my gaze from his. I watch as he moves up to me, pulling me into a warm embrace and nuzzles into my neck.

"“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!...prophet still, if bird or devil!...Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted...On this home by Horror haunted...tell me truly, I implore...Is there...is there balm in Gilead?...tell me...tell me, I implore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”."

I lull in content. He's so gentle and kind. Being bold, he licks my neck and I shiver with a sighing shudder much to his interest.

"“prophet!” said i, “thing of evil!...prophet still, if bird or devil! by that heaven that bends above us...by that god we both adore...tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant aidenn, it shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name lenore...clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name lenore.” quoth the raven “nevermore.”."

I bite my lip as he starts kiss around my collarbone, his one long gold tooth skims my flesh in a ticklish way. One of his hands snakes around my side and traces the line of my ribs with feather like softness. It makes me squirm and hard to not make the sounds he enjoys pulling from me.

"“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting...“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!...quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”."

That was the end of my lines. He only has one left and the story ends. But he himself is far from done.

"and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting on the pallid bust of pallas just above my chamber door; and his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, and the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted...nevermore!"

He finishes the poem with a nip to my neck and I mewl much to his ever growing delight.

"i take it you know who my crush is now."

I nod.

"is...is that okay?"

"I...I didn't think you were into anything more than grades. I mean, you turned down all those girls."

"i'm not into those other girls. they just wanted me for their own needs. like grades or some other bull. but you...you give me something they can't."

I might regret asking this, but it comes out anyway.

"And what's that?"

He nuzzles my cheek.

"you challenge me. you push me to be better. and i know you do it on purpose. i've seen it in your eyes."

I blush and look off a little.

"I do it because you challenge me. When you read there's just so much feeling. It's like your soul is on fire and it makes every word that flies from your mouth like embers aloft in the wind, ready to ignite the ears of all that can truly hear them. God man, you are so hot when you recite!"

My face is so red I might pass out from all the blood that's flooding my head. He's stunned as his skull is sweating while his cheekbones match his eyes in the shade of red that comes to them.

"y-y-you think i'm...hot?"

This is easily in my top 10 embarrassing moments in life.

"I...I'll admit I might have had some thoughts about...us."

I toy with my fingers nervously.

"you have?"

All I can do is nod.

"well then...um...if it's okay with you. uh..."

He leans in to my ear.

"can we...uh...k-keep going?"

I can't help the involuntary shudder that escapes me.

"S-sure."

He holds my hand reassuringly.

"we don't have to do anything if you don't want to. i don't want it to seem like i'm forcing you."

"N-no. It's fine. I'm just...*sigh* I'm nervous. This kind of stuff is new to me."

"same here. i've just been feeling things out this whole time."

"Really? Because it felt like you knew what you were doing."

He rubs the back of his head with a nervous chuckle.

"i, um, might have picked up a few things from reading."

"Like what?"

His eyes widen and he swallows hesitantly.

"uh...i can't really explain it. but...could you, um, close your eyes?"

"O-okay."

I shut my eyes as requested. I hear him move before guiding me to stand with him and leads me to his bed where we sit down. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to steady his nerves, then cups my face in his hands and kisses me yearningly. My eyes flutter open before closing again. A warm relaxing feeling comes to me and I start to kiss him back much to his relieved surprise.

"mmmm...i...i was thinking about doing this for a while now. *smooch* it was...i wasn't sure what would be the best way to initiate things. *laughs nervously then continues to smooch*"

"I understand. *smooch* It's not easy to...*smooch* To start things like this. *smooch* Especially with a close friend. *purrs*"

"it's thanks to you for being so sweet today."

"How so?"

"you were so cool when pap was being a dick. and then you were even cooler when we were reciting."

"I try."

We continue to smooch at a respectfully tame pace. Slowly he moves his way down to my neck and then back up again moaning softly all the while. This slow build up of affection has my head swimming in no time. I hardly notice when he gets bold by licking into my mouth or when he moves close enough to start rubbing himself against me...But I do, eventually.

"Mmmm...Getting a bit heated don't you think?"

"nhnahh...i-i can't help it...y-you know i'm a sucker for sweet things...and you're by far the sweetest thing i've ever tasted."

"Awww...Edgy."

"i-i want...i wanna indulge myself in you, taste every inch of your smooth skin...i-i...*stops himself*"

"You, what? Is something wrong?"

"oh...no no all is good."

"Is it me? Did I do something bad?"

"n-not, not bad. you are great. um...it's just...before you say or do anything else, i need you to be honest with me here."

His tone is serious and I gulp in worry.

"are you absolutely, positively, 100% sure...you want me to uh...give you a 'rough' time?"

My face is flushed but I can't help but snicker.

"Oh my god Edgy...*giggles* That was fucking adorable!"

"...*sighs heavily* i'm serious lynsie. this won't go any further till you give me a proper answer."

"Very well. *ahem* I am absolutely sure I want this to happen...Sans."

His eyes glow bright red as a hard shudder rattles his bones.

"thank you...i won't restrain myself then. *gives a low chuckle* that goes for you too now. don't repress anything you're feeling...i-i wanna...see exactly how much you want me...r-right now."

"...You know you don't have to try that hard."

"oh, but i do have something hard for you to try."

I try not to laugh, though he helps to render me silent with a rough kiss. Feeling a challenge in his dominance, I kiss back heatedly and he growls lowly. Trying to maintain control, he pushes me onto my back and shifts to have himself on top of me before groaning softly as he presses hard against me.

"o-ohh...hhnn...hhh...*smooch smooch* ahhn...hhhn...oohh...*shudders while starting to lick my neck* nhhahn...ahhhn...ah...? *stares down and chuckles warmly* what are you doing sugar?"

I blush, my hands had come around behind him and had tried to cop a feel of his ass, completely forgetting that as a skeleton he has no ass.

"*embarrassed* Heh...Just trying to keep up with you. I'm just not really sure what to do on my end."

"okay...how about we start with your...shirt...*smooches downward as he lifts it up and off me* then...hhnmm. then i'll trace my finger along your panty line...*snaps it gently and laughs a bit*"

"*yelp* Hey!"

"sorry. oh! this comes off next...*whispers this while then removing my pants* mmmm...oohh lynsie.. fuck...such a lewd expression."

"*chuckles* You try keeping a straight face when this exposed to someone as fine as you."

He blushes with a cute smirk.

"oh, you're just saying that."

"No, I mean it. You are a good looking guy Edgy. You're smart, passionate, loyal, and you don't take crap from anyone. I respect you to no end."

"hhmm...such loving flattery. oooh you must want it inside ya bad, don't ya? hhmnn you want me throbbing against those tight walls...*smooch smooches* hnmmnn...*groans under his breath and grips me tight*"

This bolder assertive side to him is new and exciting. It makes me want to toy with him. I reach under his shirt and tease along his spine, making him moan.

"Yeah...You like that, don't you? You like it when I play with your bones~."

My actions mixed with flirtatious voice send him over the edge. He shifts to get off the bed and gets undressed. His glowing red magic member intimidates me before he even returns to me.

"you won't be needing these, sweetheart."

Using my stunned state to his advantage, he rids me of my undergarments and then uses magic to move me farther on the bed. Once my mind reboots to what is going on, he's crawling back on top of me and licking his teeth in a lustfully hungry way.

"Uh...Edgy...?"

"hhnnm...i'm all prepped up for ya, so you don't have to worry about a single thing...i'm gonna 'bone' you so hard you won't be able to think straight."

We both end up snickering and he leans down against me.

"Wow Edgy...Way to set the mood."

"s-sorry...except, i'm actually not too sorry. i'll be the only thing that's crossing your mind...*sighs heavily rubbing his length against me* o-ooh...ooohhhh ffu...you're already so wet."

"*nervous keening groan* Is that a good thing?"

"oh yeah."

His voice has dropped to a deep dark yet seductive level.

"hhhnm...let me rub that clit of yours...haahhn."

"Wait, rub my wha-aaaahhh! *gasps*"

"*laughs softly* oooh when i play with that, it really gets you vocal...*continues to chuckle and kisses my neck* rubbing small circles over your cute love button...hhnnmm...i bet this is driving you crazy~."

"*moans* What book did you read to do all this?"

"heh...and give away my secrets? no deal. now then...do you want me?"

"Yes..."

"do you need me?"

"Yes..."

"no more teasing huh, you want me inside?"

"Yes!"

"tell me how much you wanna feel me fill you...to be so full that you feel it in your very soul...hhnmmn?"

"Damn it Sans, shut up and fuck me!"

That has us both surprised, but he recovers first with great excitement.

"uahh...*groans and shudders* haha well, aren't you eager. you naughty girl, trying to rattle me up. only way i can combat that is by giving you a taste of your own medicine...and it seems as though dirty talk is just what you need."

"Don't tease."

"but seeing you all flustered is such a turn on~."

"Okay, you asked for it. Payback is a bitch."

"ooh--! oohh s-sh...shiitt...uauhhh...ooohh rubbing back against me...hoooo...uuahnn...hhhnah...o-oh."

"Think I'd let you get away with being so cheeky, naughty bones~?"

"mmmm...just...i'm just gonna let you do this for a bit more sugar...ooh...t-tell me...tell me you want me...t-then i-i'll...uahn...uuhan so fucking hot...okay okay...you win."

"Good boy. It's rude to keep a lady in waiting."

"oh you are so gonna get it now. *lines himself up with my entrance and begins insertion* uhhnnn ah...aahhhh...oohhh god...hhooo hahnn there we go...ooohh my...ghhnn too long...hoo too long...should've done this sooner..."

"*wincing* Geez...I heard this would hurt, but I didn't think it'd be this much."

"you okay? do ya wanna stop?"

"*groans* N-no...just...Let me get used to it. Please."

He nods and doesn't move a nonexistent muscle, not till I give the okay.

"you alright now?"

"Yeah. I think so."

"so i can move?"

I nod and he nuzzles into my cheek before kissing me deeply as his hips begin motion. The pace is slow at first, the gentle rocking numbing the pain out and replacing it with new pleasure. It isn't long before these feelings have us writhing in heat like beasts for each other.

"Oooh...Edgy..."

"no...say my name..."

"Sans~."

"yeah...there ya go, there’s my sugar. just like that~."

"*moans* Sans...More...Deeper..."

"uahhn...d-deeper? ahhn...let me...roll my hips, against ya...hhhnh...get as deep...a-as i can...g-go...*gasps softly* ...n-no...h-holding back...remember...y-you promised...hhn."

He whispers that to himself while kissing certain areas on my body. Suddenly I see stars and I cling to him in a loud moan.

"oohh there...there we are...hhnmm better? *grins*"

"Yes! Oh god, yes!"

"i-i...hope you're ready sweetheart...this might...feel pretty intense. hhmn...*starts thrusting deeper inside* oohh...oooh yeah...ooh that's it...ahhnn take it...take all of it lynsie...hooo...*thrusts rougher*"

"S-sans! Ooooh fuck...Sans don't stop...You feel soooooo goooood~!"

"oh...oohh...f-fuck...oh god...ooohh the way you sound hhnn...hhnn ahhhhn a-ahh...oohh baby...hhhooo...hhhnn...*he becomes slightly louder as he thrusts even rougher* o-ooh...oohh...! *slows a couple thrusts down, only to speed himself up again* oooh h-hell...ahhhn sooooo...*grunts and clings to me, his fingers digging into my skin harshly, leaving bruises* hhahh o-ooh...hhnahnn...so amazing...i-inside...hhhhaahhnn...ahhh mnnff...fuck...the way your body's trembling...aching for more...hhnnn your voice...hitching at my every thrust..."

He bites at my neck during a particularly hard thrust and I scream his name much to our surprise.

"o-oh? was that the spot? yeah?"

"S-shit Sans...Right there...Don't you ever stop!"

"you want m-me to slam into ya right there? hhhnm? maybe...h-hahhn...if i hit that spot just right...i could get ya to cum for me...*chuckles deviously and kisses me multiple times*"

"Sans I...I've never...*nervous* I've never done that."

"y-you've...never done it before? ahhhn...hhnmmn well, that's okay, i like a challenge, haha. *rams that spot continuously*"

"Oh sweet fuck yes! Yes! Sans! Yes!"

"ahhn y-yeah, hhhnn...ahhhn...ahhnn...e-even har-harder sugar?"

"Yes!"

"oooh...hhnn...*he continues to moan, his own voice beginning to hitch* ah--!...w-...oohhh....w-what...w-was that sweetheart?"

"I...I think I'm getting close..."

"close...you're cumming? cumming? yeah? *grunts and thrusts against me as rough as he can* hhng gonna rub your clit even f-faster...hhn...oohh cum for me...ahhh let it all out, d-don't hold back...don't h-hold yourself back...!"

He pounds into me almost painfully and I feel my insides tighten hard before releasing intensely.

"Aaaaah...S-sans...Hmmm...Ooohw..."

"a-ah...almost...a-almost there...thheeree...hhnngn...a-auh ah sweetheart! t-there...there it is...a-ahhn c-cuumming...cummminngg...hhnnn...uahhh...ahhh...hnmmm...mmmmmm..."

"Ooooh...fffffuck...*groans* Ssssansss...mmmmmm..."

"ohhn...ooh i got you sweetie. *holds on* hhahnn...ooohh wow...w-wwooow...*shudders tilting his gaze downward* hoo...damn...oooh that's...o-ooh that's sooo much...*laughs happily* d-did i make you cum? *panting heavily a huge grin forming on his bony face*"

"*panting* I...I can't...feel my...legs..."

"ooohh...mmmm okay, here we go...*groans slipping out of me and rubs my legs a bit* how's that?"

"*purrs* That's nice. Thank you."

"good...now i can make you feel that way again and really enjoy the faces you make while i fuck you."

I'm stunned.

"W-what?"

"hehehe...you thought we were done?"

"Well...Yeah."

"nahhh, i'm pretty sure i've got another round left in me...besides, i don't want this to be over yet...*small kiss* not yet...i wanna send you so far over the edge...until you've reached the point of losing control...begging me to fuck you senseless...hhnmmm...*sighs under his breath* g-god i'm so r-ready for that...so ready to have your w-warmth again. to send you into sheer bliss...hmn...*hungrily kisses me while positioning himself once more*"

"Sans...?"

"oooo...hhnmm...*hesitates for a moment* ...lynsie? ...a-are you okay? oh god i-i didn't hurt you did i?"

"N-no. I think I'm fine. I just...I want to tell you something."

"what is it sugar?"

"*gulp* I...I love you."

"..."

"Sans?"

"*whimpers and grunts holding me tight* hhhhhhhhhh y-you're killin' me here...y-you ask me to put my 'play rough face on', and then you go and say something like that...huahhnnn...*laughs at himself*"

I pout, feeling stupid.

"ahhhh no no, don't take it like that...hearing you say that, i-i couldn't be happier, haha. hhnmm...i got this...hoooo i got this. see? right now i’m silly sans, but look what happens when i cover my face;...*covers face, then uncovers face* sexy sans. silly sans...*covers face, then uncovers face* sexy sans...silly sans...sexy sans...sil...pfft *laughs genuinely*"

"*giggles* Stop it Sans, or I'll die from how cute you are."

"*chuckles* alright alright! okay, eh heh. okay...hhmn okay. you ready?"

"Bring it on bone boy~."

"*shudders* get ready to purr for me kitten...*positions himself once more and enters me* hhnm...mmnhn...hhhnn slid right in. hhnmm i must be a perfect fit, what do you think? *chuckles* ... y-you don't have to answer that, i'm just teasin' you."

"Oh come on Sans."

"*kisses softly* you get flustered sooo easily...ooh...i love it, i love...so many things about you. *smooch* from your hair, to your eyes, to your skin, to your...luscious...breasts...hhhn. *leans down licking them eagerly* mnhn...hhnnnmm...*slowly starts moving his hips* to y-your...voice...ahhnn...ahhhnnn god y-your voice...*he shudders and grips me tight* a-aahhnn...ooh f-fuck yes...yeah...ohnn...mnhnn...ahhhn...let me hear you...hhnmm let me hear that s-sexy voice...hhhahhhn..."

"Ooooh...Sans...Sans...My Sans..."

"aah...ahhn...oh...spread a l-little wider for me sugar..."

"Like this~?"

"mmmm...y-yeah...just like that...oohhh....ohh i'm gonna shove it in there...ahhnnh...shove m-myself s-sooo far into you...ghnn...ooohh lynsie...*gasps softly a sudden surge of heat rising within him* o-oh...oh god...m-my name...uuhnn m-moan my name a-again...m-moan...m-my...ahhnn....ah!"

"Sans~! Edgy~! Bone lord~!"

"o-oohh y-yeahh...oohh y-yyeahh f-fuck do-don't stop s-sa...aah...! o-oohh l-lynsie...fuck...*he leans into me and holds me painfully tight* uuuahnn...sugar i-i'm...hooo...hooooo i'm gettin' clo...close...i'm close...you go-gonna...you gonna cum for me a-again? hm? think y-you can do that?"

"For you sexy...Oooooh...I can try~."

"*chuckles staggeringly* ahhhh...ooh cum with me baby...ooh...be good for me and c-cum w-when i do...oohh...*winces while thrusting as roughly as he can into me, panting heavily while his tongue hangs out* oohh...o-oh ahh...hahnnhhnann...cumminggg...cumminnng...uuhhnnahh...lynsie...ahhhh...*completely out of breath, turning his head to stare at my face*"

"*screams* I love you Sans!"

Our bodies explode in pleasuring release together and we're left a tired mess.

"*he smiles and nudges against me* hnmn...that was...hhnahn...you were, spectacular. hmn, c’mere. *smiles overjoyed kissing my face affectionately and grinning like an idiot* i love you too lynsie, you breath-taking beauty. *giggles all giddy* i know this wasn't really why you came over but, i got to experience something, much, much sweeter and satisfying than anything else in this world. i'd see that as a big ol' win in my book. *smooches* wouldn't you?"

"*smooch* You know it sweetness. *cuddles him*"

"*nuzzles* and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted..."

"*purrs* Nevermore~."

[Meanwhile: the living room]

Fell and Fall sit around a tamed fire to warm up in the encroaching evening. Both siblings are reading and gradually sipping on a beverage of choice. For the longest time they had been trying to ignore the ever growing sounds coming from their brother's room. Only when silence returned to the home did they look up from their books.

"��☜☜���� ✡⚐����☼☜ ☹✋❄❄☹☜ ��❄��☠❄ ��✌✋�� ⚐☞☞��" (SEEMS YOU'RE LITTLE STUNT PAID OFF.)

"IT'S ABOUT TIME HE CAME CLEAN WITH HER. HONESTLY, HIS CONSTANT PINING WAS ANNOYING."

"✡⚐�� ��⚐ ☼☜✌☹✋☪☜ ��☟✌❄ ❄☟✋�� ��☜✌☠�� ☠⚐���� ��⚐☼☼☜��❄✍" (YOU DO REALIZE WHAT THIS MEANS NOW, CORRECT?)

"OF COURSE. NOW THAT HE'S GOTTEN THIS SILLY CRUSH OUT OF HIS SYSTEM, HE CAN ONCE MORE PULL HIS FULL FOCUS TO HIS STUDIES."

Fall palms his face.

"❄☟✋���� ✌��⚐��❄ ✋❄ ��✌��✡☼������ ✡⚐�� ☺����❄ ☟☜☹��☜�� ❄��⚐ ��☜⚐��☹☜ ☞⚐☼�� ☼⚐��✌☠❄✋�� ��✌✋☼ ��⚐☠���� ❄☟✌❄ ☜✞☜☠ ☜☠☝✌☝☜�� ✋☠ ��⚐❄✋��☜�� ☟⚐�� ☹✋��☜☹✡ ��⚐ ✡⚐�� ��☜☹✋☜✞☜ ❄☟✋�� ✋�� ❄⚐ ��☜ ✌ ��⚐☠☜ ✌☠�� ��⚐☠☜�� ❄✡��☜ ��✋❄��✌❄✋⚐☠✍" (THINK ABOUT IT PAPYRUS. YOU JUST HELPED TWO PEOPLE FORM ROMANTIC PAIR BONDS THAT EVEN ENGAGED IN COTISE. HOW LIKELY DO YOU BELIEVE THIS IS TO BE A 'ONE AND DONE' TYPE SITUATION?)

Fell opens his mouth with a retort at the ready, but once his elder brother's words sink in, his voice goes silent.

"✡☜✌☟�� ��⚐☠☝☼✌❄��☹✌❄✋⚐☠�� ⚐☠ ✌ ��☹✌☠ ��☜☹☹ ✋����☹☜��☜☠❄☜���� ��☼⚐❄☟☜☼��" (YEAH. CONGRATULATIONS ON A PLAN WELL IMPLEMENTED, BROTHER.)

Fell glares with a blush, it's mostly aimed at himself and he hides back behind his book as Fall smirks.

"...SHUT UP."

[spaghettiappletater]

Welcome Home

Quickly and silently did he appear in the pitch black depths, suspended and disoriented without so much as an inkling of what was up and what was down. He didn't care to make a grand entrance, taking his base form in hopes that his creator might still recognize it. They hadn't met face to face since he was a child of less than ten. Despite that his soul still felt the old doctor, and with that he drifted in what he knew to be the right direction, if there were directions at all in this nonsensical place.

The silence, while deafening, definitely did not mean Sans was alone in this realm. Quiet, but not uninhabited. Hushed tones spoken in languages lost in time. One might hear the shifting of feet on occasion if they were particularly perceptive. While darker than any monster had ever thought possible, the void was indeed bustling with  life the likes of which not many have seen and survived to tell the tale. The whispers of creatures unseen died out and the presences of countless monsters seemed to part like the red sea when the god-monster appeared before them. Some were frightened, others were on guard, prepared to defend themselves in any way they can. The bright glow of Sans's red eye wass foreign and frightening to the community. The only one of which that does not attempt to hide, was easily found after a small bit of searching. He stood at his monstrous height, looming silently over the shorter skeleton. Fear and confusion contorted his face for a moment before a small amount of recognition flickers in his expression. " .͏..̛ ͟Saņs...͟?͞”

"yeah." The compact skeleton murmured as flatly and nonchalantly as he would have were he simply acknowledging a stranger in passing. The feelings would come later, he supposed, once the job was done. That objective coldness had served him well in the past and made for a tough habit to break. "glad ya know who i am. kinda figured you would, but... fear's a funny thing." He remembered his promise, the one he'd made during their last long-distance encounter. The need swelled inside him until he found himself clinging to his creator's "legs", unable to reach much higher than that. He really got the short end of the stick when it came to height, didn't he? "you ready to go home?" There should have been tears but his eye sockets were dry with heavy lids. A dull ache in the back of his skull seemed to suggest that there was something. He was so close to knowing what he was supposed to feel.

His voice was soft, almost a whisper. " It's been... So quiet... " The touch had startled him, but was not unwelcome. For a long time he stood there, squinting down at the red glow. It'd been so long since he'd seen light of any kind. Brief bio-luminescent flashes from various void dwelling monsters were all he'd see on occasion, but most left him alone. The light burned his eyes, causing them to drip. The squeeze from the vaguely familiar monster caused emotions to swell in his soul he thought it impossible to feel now. He needed this feeling. He'd do anything to make sure it stayed. He crouches down, doing his best to wrap his large arms around the smaller skeleton, closing his eyes and listening to the rapid sound of his many souls beating together. " ... I'm a҉f̢ŕaid... I've been here for so long ..." He trailed off, his voice but a murmur only Sans could hear. His eyes, dripping and sunken, downcast. His son was so small compared to him. He reeked of rot and several other scents that were extremely foreign to this realm. Fear gripped his soul as he began to feel his train of thought leaving him, and in a desperate attempt at keeping in touch with this reality, he squeezed tighter. What is left of his soul, aching. "... W͝ha͟t́ if͘ I̕ d̶on͜'ţ su҉r̴vive̕ o͞ut͝si͢d͞e ...?"

Unsurprisingly nothing about Gaster's altered form bothered his equally warped creation. The scent of rot was so familiar to him that it was almost a comfort and the dripping of his eye sockets... well perhaps it eased him a little to know that one of them was capable of tears, as thick and black as they were. "nothing to be afraid of, old man. i'll take care of ya. sorry it took me so long." There was, perhaps, a trace of guilt on his face as he backed out of the hug made awkward by their immense size difference. "i tried. i really did, but i just couldn't get that damned machine working. i had to do... something else to get here, but i know i can get us both back in one piece. or, well, as many pieces as we're in now." His rhythmic wheezing that passed for a laugh slipped through his teeth as he turned his eye back up to his father's face. "you'll survive. i promise. haven't broken a promise to ya yet, have i?"

Whether or not he could remember if the other had broken a promise to him in the past, something about the look in his single glowing eye told the dripping monster that he could trust him. After all, he is his son. If anyone could quell his fear of the outside it'd be the one he'd created when he was of clearer mind and better constructed body right? Of course. He draws in a breath, the sound congested and wet as if he'd been breathing water for the whole of his time in the void. There's a moment where he tries to think of something to say, but nothing comes to him. All this time alone and finally a chance to speak his mind, yet he hasn't enough of it pieced together to form proper words. That was fine though. He knew it was fine. And in an attempt to convey his emotions, he reached out toward Sans, his large claw-like fingers delicately cupping the unharmed side of his son's face. He stood there for what felt like ages. Time stood still and the whispers around them grew completely silent. Dripping eyes stared down at the other, and for a moment, one could swear there was a flicker of what he once was. But as soon as it'd been there, it vanished in a slightly glitched out twitch. His hand slumped off of Sans's face after some time had passed and he nodded without a word. It was time to go home.

Sans stared blankly up into his father's face, or what passed for his face anyway. Despite the melting, glitching and general distortion he recognized that familiar spark. With or without it there was no doubt in his mind that he was perfect. Just the same as Papyrus, the son was blind to the man's many flaws. "eh heh. i wasn't sure how much of ya was left down here. there's definitely somethin'. you're gonna do great, doc." He reached up and out again, taking Gaster's elongated hand and giving it a firm squeeze while taking one last look around where ever they'd wound up. The void, he'd been told, but that word barely seemed to do the place justice. It was surrealism incarnate, and under different circumstances he might have been curious enough to explore. "i've got questions... but they can wait." With a flash of his eye and a unified pulse of his souls he poured every bit of energy he had into the other monster, intensely focused on keeping him whole while tearing their way through space and time back to the house in Snowdin.

Gods if there was a time before this moment that he'd been more simultaneously frightened and filled with adrenaline addled excitement he could not recall it. The jump from the void across time and space back to the underground had been a shock to his entire system, though he could swear he'd felt it before. When they land, his eyes are snapped shut and face covered. It's bright. It's bright and the acoustics are already noticeably different. It's so open here compared to the claustrophobic tightness of the void. So open and full of sounds that he'd forgotten the familiar melody of. His eyes remained closed for a time, squinting in the soft light of the underground. To many, it was a dark and empty place similar to the void. But to the decrepit doctor it may as well be as bright as the overground. His hands cover his face, posture lowering in a way that shouldn't be possible. He appears to be partially melted. Anxiety and a slight sting on his eyes. This was a new sort of pain he was not used to, yet could easily identify. "... H̀o҉m̶e ..." his voice is soft as his eyes finally begin to adjust. Hands moving away from his face slowly and taking in the desolate and drab scenery. Silent as the void.