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Grillby’s counter, ep2

A soda..? *sad crackling sound* Well, the customer is king.

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i haven't drawn frisk in 800 years and that is a mistake, i love them so much

[spotaus]

AYYYYY!!!! I actually have something silly I wann reply to this with so @ancientschampionau I'm writing it in the actual blog post this time! (I might miss some details because the main posts are hidden under Read Mores for me but I think I got this 🙏)

Okay so first off... HELLO??? Gods I love them. Thank you so much for breaking down exactly what's going on here with theur magic and stuff because I love puzzling things out from writing of course, but getting the full dissertation on these guys straight from the source is like Diety coming up to me and whispering Forbidden Knowledge in my ears (/pos) so now I just need to spew my thoughts!

I'll start with how Soul-bonding with Night and the mutual wants to take care of/wants to be taken care of vibes spread the power between them! It's such a great method of introducing them as Acolytes now! Night trust them, cares about them a lot, and they do the same for him! Mortals can try to raise a God, but you're so right in saying that if they figure out their domains first, then they can help Night later on!!

Now having said that, I have *got* to figure out wtf is going on with this power symbolism. Because easiest put, I definitely think it just draws on their original strengths (sonewhat) of what they were best at working under Nightmare in the beginning. But I also am theorizing that it's playing a lot more into their mental states too. (<- forgive me if you already established this, I read the post at like 5 am with bleary eyes lmao)

Horror has always been revered for his strength (mentally and physically) so it makes sense he'd have the power that takes the most active concentration mixed with the most physical movement. He's very stable, and thoughtful, and moving the earth itself (EARTHBENDING POG!!!) Is something that's not be done on a whim. (Like, you can't convince me Killer wouldn't have already tried to impulsively make a Giant Hole or smth if he had that power). But Horror's whole "job" from the start was to stabilize the others, make things safer and easier. He was only capable of doing that because he took time to learn, observe, and take his time, which were all in part to his patient and calmer nature and personality. Now he's using his powers in the same way, starting out small, but his first priority to to make things safer (moving the cliff) and easier (rearranging things) to maintain and co-exist with. I also gotta point out that his version is obviously pretty nature-sensative thanks to Night's influence, but he clearly has a respect for the world around him. It's not like normal landscaping or terraforming where ya gotta dig-up/build atop the nature there, he just... moves it a few more yards to the side, flattens it a lil, etc. Very cool of him!

Then there's Killer. Of course Killer was always the one quick to speak (improv king), the one to hatch plans, and as Nightmare's first cronie and his right hand man, it makes sense that Killer would develop a power that helps the gang in a social way. Nightmare, as well-spoken as he might always be with his advanced vocabulary, is now an anxious and shy bean, so Killer can't let him do all the talking. Cross and Dust are no-gos because, I mean, look at 'em (my beloveds), and Horror is always level-headed but sometimes there needs to be someone who *isn't* going to level with a person when they don't deserve it. Killer's impulsive and creative nature makes this power obviously great for him. It protects them (ex. That Lady + Her Kids, which was GREAT foreshadowing btw, oh my gosh) and it also makes it a Lot Easier to explain away their weirdness. Like, they're from another universe, and stuff happening out of the blue is smth they'd like to keep under wraps. Killer is now their Alibi Man like he was from the start! (And now that I'm thinking on it... i don't think Killer would really *need* to compell Elli to not talk about Night's lil God Miracle when that happened, they've got a mutual trust, but that's another prime example of the kinda situation where they'd need it. It's very easy to convince someone magic was a slight of hand or actually something very important and dangerous that can't get out when you've got as much conviction (rizz) as Killer does! Plus my trail-on about how it reflects his mental status? Uhhh. Hmmm.. I just think that he's a little unhinged, and maybe in the past reality slipped away from him a bit, lies easier to believe than the truth, and now he can use that on other people to the benefit of his family? White-lies style I suppose.

Cross is up next because he's my problem-child with the predictions I'm trying to figure out here, haha! But I think my main idea with him is. He was a late addition to the team, after the others had already (sonewhat) bonded, or at least had gotten used to their antics. He's kinda the odd-man out in his own perspective of things, I'm sure. It might be that subconsciously it's easier to fade into the background (literally, now) and observe what's going on from the distance. Then he can catch up with reality. His was really the one that caught me off-guard (and maybe I'm projecting a bit-) but it felt like more of a personal power to Cross than the others were, because it's a *visual* one. Dust and Horror both have physical attributes that affect the world around them, abd Killer can affect people, but Cross? Cross is using the environment to help himself (<- which might be my entire point here) literally. Subconsciously or not the universe is bending around him to hide him!! There's no danger right now though, that's the kicker. It just kinda... seems to *happen* as he develops it. Which happens to all four of them, but again it's the execution that got me here. The way that instead of Cross being the one to notice and control when he disappears, it's the others who seem to locate him or notice and drag him out of it. And op I don't know if this was intentional or if I'm just insane, but this feels super heavily like a metaphor for Cross isolating himself because he feels out of place with the others? (Again, I could definitely be projecting, but) If all of these powers rely on control and intentions in their souls to manage them (Killer not tricking the guys, Horror learning his by taking his time, Dust's just overwhelming him in the same way he was uses to before?) They seem to feed on old habits and strengths, and *insecurities* (<- getting to Dust with this one) I just think it's really neat that Cross seems to literally fade into the background. And something something symbolism of his family *literally* dragging him back into the present every time it happens because they care about him and Literally want him around. ...Also he was usually the one (if I'm not mistaken) who was extra worried about getting found. Whether that be from Dream/Blue when they were first on the run or now with people finding out about them, and with Error showing up now it's a trend with him. There were so many times they could've been caught, and Cross probably is subconsciously trying to figure out how to conceal them all away from harmful prying eyes now that they have a place to stay. (<- I feel like he's eventually going to progress into literally weaving a weird cloak around their farm or the universe itself if he needs to so that no one will even know they're there. Percy Jackson Mist style-) This last bit was my actual prediction but I got lost in the sauce (emotions tying into magic and desires lore) earlier lol.

And Dust! Last but certainly not least! He was the first to start developing his powers (the first to adopt Night too) and I think it's fascinating that his is electricity. Of course it's got fun quirks like tying into his handyman hobby or potentially his past as a Svientist (Idk if his AU follows that track so ignore me if it didn't-) but the important thing is that Electricity is quick and powerful. And I know that we're classifying it as a 'storm' kinda magic, but until he makes it do a nice drizzle I can't really wrap my head around it so I'm gonna lean more on the Electricity part lol- since the start, Dust was always the strongest and most unpredictable member of the team. He was sonething the others had to prepare for when they sat him coming (Killer not being as... well, Killer, Horror preparing to stop the inevitable fight, and all of then eventually learning how to redirect that boiling energy elsewhere. Dust has always been sparking with metaphorical electricity. Having said that, he's also been insanely worried about being seen as Weak and Lesser (and Worthless) by the others. His main goal this entire time has been to protect Nightmare (as evidence hy... everything but specifically this time the storm not hurting him). His power, already dangerous and strong, manifested into sonetjing stronger. Like an electric fence that shocks everyone but Night. Night would be safe anywhere in one of Dust's storms, but so far even the rest of the gang still get hit sometimes. It's like Night literally is in the eye of the storm whenever Dust has too much energy (or potentially might need to defend him later on down the road). Eye of the storm... like Dust is always watching over Nightmare because Dust is the storm... please tell me that was intentional? Anyways yeag. He got stronger, and stronger, in a less controlled and mire tangible way. He wants to leave 0 doubt in the mind of anyone who crosses him that he's the strongest of the four and if you try to touch his babybones *nothing* would get in his way of protecting Night. (Including, for the moment, his family.) Also the 'getting hit but it not hurting as much' is really giving some sort of emotional backlash vibes. Like, it's hard to get Dust to crack, but when he cracks it's like breaking a jar, and sometimes the glass shards can hit people they weren't meant to. And it hurts less to the people hurt because they know it was an outburst (or accident) and they're understanding and supportive and knew that wasn't the intention of whoever did it. Though I do figure that as the boys keep getting closer Dust would be able to let his subconscious accept them in too. Once Dust is finally sure with hinself that the others really do respect him.

Okay I coukd be 100% wrong with some of this, but like, hoping this lil analysis got at least a bit right? Op you know I'm always honored to be able to hear lore and see you expand on it so if you ever want to elaborate further this is you invitation! (What's that one thing? If RealAgeAU has no fans then I'm dead. Or sonething? Haha!)

Once again, I am spoiled, and thank you so much for cooking all of this up. Every update I kick my feet in the air and giggle happily about it-

RealAgeAU Drabble - The Tavern

*kicks in the door* HELLO! :D Guess three times who had an idea?! IT is me! Your homie!

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Dust looks up at the building as he tilts his skull. It looks nice enough and doesn't look like the general Grillby's building. It looks grander and like it has been expended a bunch. Dust can see some newer repairs around the fench and the walls and can only assume those had to be repaired.

Cross shuffles somewhere near him "Are we sure about this?"

Killer hums as he looks at the building himself "I mean. Dusty got that cash reward for that repair thing at the last market..." and he shrugs.

Dust nods "WAs a lot." and that is an understatement. When the mayor had said they would send a thank you for Dust repairing the generator and fridges he had figrued it would just be like some flowers.

That was usually with political people did. Send some weird present and a card about how good of a free service yoou did and all that crap.

Instead she just send a cash package that none of them had expected. As thank you for saving their market. Aparently it was the normal amount they payed for a emergancy service of this big with a nice tiny bonus. As a welcome to the community present!

It had been welcome mostly because it would help get them started after the winter and made sure they didn't need to keep getting by with tiny jobs here and there.

Horror nods in agreement "Crop said this would be a good way to get more friendly. Be seen less as hermits." Dust blinks back into the conversation and actually pays attention as he is suposed to be part of it.

Cross sounds deeply unhappy "I like being hermits..."

Dust hums as he keeps holding Nightmare. Nightmare stares slightly enchanted at the building before shaking his skull to snap himself out of it. Dust thinks they are doing a good job with helping him unlearn the bad and unhealthy habits he had from being forced into his guardian position.

But it will take more time, Nightmare still feels awkward and weird for being a child and childlike sometimes. They will eventually get that mindset out of his little skull.

More shuffles and Dust glances over. Yup. No Cross in sight. Dust doesn't point it out and just thrusts his elbow out into the general direction he last heard Cross. A groan and Cross sends him a glare as the weird invisibility starts to shift off of him.

That is another thing all four of them had silently decided to just... not talk about. Much like how he tended to now be more charged with actual electricity instead of just mana. How Killer's silver tongue has gone to the extreme and even the most stupid lies seem to be believed if he says it with enough confidence. How the very layout of their own farm shiftly slightly when Horror had been staring and nudging the area.

They just...

It is probably fine. Ngihtmare hadn't seemed alarmed by it and they just figure it is because of the apple situation. Nightmare is still slowly losing that old magic and they are nearby a lot. It would make sense they took it over slightly.

They hadn't been actively bothered by it yet and while annoying and something to keep in mind it didn't seem dangerous.

Dust nods to the door "Lets go." and he walks forwards wiht Ngihtmae in his arms.

The inside is nicely lit and warm. People are all around and Dust recognises quite a few people from all of his trips to town to repair things. he also sees some of the people who came to help them with their new house. Dust still doesnt'quite know the names of them all as he never was the best with names. That is more of a Killer and Cross thing.

Dust looks around and spots a table which is empty and marches over there. By this point easily ignoring the curious glances. He also knows that Killer is shadowing him with most likely that same stupid challenging and charming grin on his stupid charming face.

Dust takes a seat and looks at the chairs around him. He ends up pulling one near and putting Nightmare in it. Nightmare manages to look over the edge but it is a near thing. Dust tilts his skull "That good?"

Nightmare thinks it over before nodding. Then he looks to the side as he takes in someone playing the guitar and singing live music. huh. Dust wonders if that is a regular thing.

The others join them and they all take a moment to really familiarise themselves with the area. It is different but small details are the same. The shade of the lighting. The colour of the shelves. Tiny things that make the scene more familiar.

Dust used to get disbalanced and well, fucked in the head by seeing things that reminded him of his own universe. He still gets missed up if it is too much alike but he likes to think he got a bit better at handling it all.

They look up when Light walks over to them. Their flames bright as they carry menu's in their multitude of arms. They greet them and gives everyone a menu before getting a small notepad out "Any ideas for drinks?"

Dust shrugs as he lokos at Ngihtmare. Nightmare reads the drink part of the menu wiht a serious and thoughtful look before looking up at the fire elemental. he pauses for a moment before speaking "Can I have a root beer float?"

Light's flames flicker happily as they note it down "One root beer float for the very polite skeleton." they looks at them and wait.

Dust hums and mutters "Same." Light nods nad notes it down.

Killer looks at the different drinks and settles for some latte coffee which he will probably put an unholy amount of sugar into. DUst would be worried about the caffeine if he didn't already know that caffeine just didn't affect Killer.

Horror ends up asking for some fresh mint tea and Cross just asks for sparkling water.

With those orders out of the way Light lets them be to look at the menu. Some items hit the guilt filled part of his soul as it reminds him of things of the past but he shakes it off. Those are normal menu items. Even so Dust decides to take the chicken and egg dish. Mostly because it seems like a this universe thing.

Horror ends up picking the same as Killer ends up going for an unholy amount of fries. Nightmare ends up picking pumpkin soup and Cross joins Nightmare with his order.

Light brings them their drinks, which honestly? Rather brave of the fire elemental to bring them liquids. They take their order and leave for a short while to get everything ready.

Nightmare goes back to listening to the live music as Dust and the other three make light conversation. They keep their conversation vague as they talk abotu old missions and stupid stuff that happened. They share chuckles and it is honestly nice to relax.

Their food is brought over and Light looks at them nervously "So... How is the flower doing?"

Horror looks up before answering "It is well. It stands in the window near the fire place."

They had ended up moving the burning flower there as it served as a nice night light for Nightmare. Nightmare denied being uncomfortable in the dark but Dust thinks the darkness still freaks him out a bit now that he lost his nightvision after becoming little again.

Dust can only imagine the panic he feels if he thinks he was left alone agian. Abandoned again.

It is also why Cross invested some of the hard earned cash into fairy lights and strung those up all along and above the nest. Light it up better.

Nightmare slept much more soundly and woke up less int he middle of the night now and for them it hardly mattered if it was dark out or not.

Light, heh, lights up as they say they are happy to hear that before happily skipping off.

Dust snorts and shoots Cross an amused grin "they are enchanted by you." and he snorts again when Cross sputters.

"Hardly!" Cross glares as he blushes and his arm disappears out of view again. Luckily Killer sees and nudges where the arm used to be, bringing it back into view.

Cross crosses his arms and huffs.

Killer grins and winks at Cross "I can see why. soldier boy is so strong and reliable and a true knight in shining armour." and he winks again.

Cross sputters and his blush grows even darker as he looks away from Killer "Stop being weird..." Killer laughs and hugs Cross.

Horror watches them with a fond look before turning his focus on Ngihtmare and getting him to eat his soup. Something about little babybones needing energy to heal and grow.

Dust gets to work on his own meal as he watches the others. Soul feeling warm and content to see them all here. He really likes not being alone anymore.

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Happy end of year! Thanks everyone for the warm reception to OTHERSWAP, here's hoping we'll have even more for you in 2024. In the meantime I'll share some miscellaneous pictures for you all to look at!

Sketches for the snack bar in Clearwater that replaces Grillby's. I thought it would be funny if each town was required by law to have some kind of Christmas tree decoration. I'm really attached to the mascot idea... maybe there's a monster who just looks like that. Talk about a dream job!

The building ended up changing a bit in the sprite but it keeps the sliding doors and walk-up counter I wanted so it's fine. The sprite is a mishmash of roofing from Hometown buildings, the flowerpots from Grillby's, and original work.

Noteblook and Shyra, Shyren's sister who replaces her in this AU. Obviously we never see her in the original game so I had to come up with a design that still says they're related but still distinct from each other. She's a little ditzy but still just as cute! Little fish monsters are fun to draw.

Muffet eating a spear (spider pear), Shyra again, and the Holiday kids.

Speaking of the Holiday kids, a little drawing of them in that one Christmas dress! You know the one.

This was one of the very first things I drew back in 2021 when we were just starting work on OTHERSWAP. In the end we decided to not change Frisk at all, which thank god because the one singular stripe makes me uneasy.

[mothiepixie]

You're Bad for Me

Don!Boysen x Motti

If there was one thing Motti had ever thought she would end up doing is tailoring for a well renowned mobster. 

She had fantasized about how her life would go- she would find a nice shop to work at, work there for a few years and save every penny to open up her own. And then she would spend the rest of her life making beautiful suits and dresses until she was old and grey. 

And so when she found this job, it paid extremely well, reasonable hours, and plus, walking distance to her apartment complex. She was excited and thrilled her life was going on track and so conveniently too, but she could have never accounted that she would be working with none other than Boysen, a mobster. And not just any ol' mobster, a Don. 

To say the least, her heart dropped in her stomach when he made his way into the shop. However, to her surprise he was quite cordial and patient. Not at all like the rumors Motti heard about him. 

He made her nervous in the beginning, walking on eggshells and even afraid to breathe in his direction. He was a man of very few words, and he had a gaze so sharp she could swear it cut down into her very soul. His face was scarred and only enhanced his tough exterior, but Motti could not deny he was rather handsome.

But over time the nervousness of being around him lessened. He made quips towards her, teasing Motti about her short stature here and there. It ruffled her feathers each time and she made a few comebacks herself, albeit they held no weight and would often make the mobster smirk. 

She doesn't even remember when it started when he brought her bouquets, but she remembered that they used to be a lot smaller in the beginning. And now, she would lug bouquets big enough to block her view as she walked home. 

Motti even remembered she first declined this gorgeous sapphire broach and the way she saw Boysen's shoulder drop just a centimeter that it tugged at her heart strings. To anyone else, Don Boysen was unperturbed and carried himself with dignity, he didn't utter a word as he set the broach on the counter and did not take it with him when he left.  Motti knew she hurt his feelings, she didn't know how, but she felt it inside. 

She took the broach home and the next time he came in he saw it clipped to her collar. He spent the whole appointment there making harmless snarky comments and Motti could just tell he was elated. 

Somehow their relationship became more natural and easy going. Motti complained whenever Boysen would bring in a tattered suits. Some of the suits could be salvageable, others so torn and stained red Motti would just throw it in the incinerator outback. In the beginning it made her queasy with what the stains could be. She knew what they were, but for her sanity, Motti pushed it in the back of her mind. Now she just gripes to him openly if he even dared to bring in a suit that far gone. 

Grillby, the shop manager and owner of his own bar, would frequently check up on the shop and often gave her knowing looks when Boysen would not appear for some time. Boysen often made trips there every week or two, but sometimes weeks would go by with no sign of him. Grillby would point out her sulking and Motti would often brush it off and tell Grillby it's because she's had Boysen's order ready and she just needs it out of her work space. The flame monster would flicker as he stared at her. Sometimes Motti would see his shoulders shake and just knew he was chuckling at her. 

As much as she was denying it openly to her boss and even her friends, Motti knew she was developing feelings for Boysen. Part of her was scared, but then there was the other half of her that was thrilled by a powerful gangster fancying her. Sometimes the way he would speak to her made her feel on top of the moon. A strong, silent skeleton monster that was a powerful mobster completely putty in her hands. 

The power and thrill it gave her, knowing that if she so willed it, Boysen would give her the city. Yes, it was thrilling but also terrifying. Motti knew his hands were stained. Sometimes she would lie awake at night riddled with fear at the realization that this man has killed and could possibly put her in danger. And other times she thinks she must be mad, taunting and scolding such a person knowing his suits were ruined because of his line of work. 

But something about Boysen made her forget all of it. Made her mind turn to mush and all she could think about was his rare smile. His raspy soft voice gracing her ears and just making her feel safe…. Wanted. Desired. 

What were they? She would often ponder. They haven't openly stated their feelings to each other. Motti and him have only shown affection through gifts and teasing quips. She could consider him a friend, she supposed. Even though both of them knew they were pining for each other. 

But Motti was scared. What would it mean if she became his? Would her life change? Would her life goals be altered now this terrifying but charming monster entered her life? Can she still picture herself mending clothes with wrinkly hands in the future?

What if her life was cut short. 

Would being Boysen's be worth it? 

Time had gone by since Motti last saw Boysen. Longer than usual and to say the least, Motti was worried. She went about her work, but each day her thoughts drifted to him. Was he okay? Did he perhaps find a different tailor shop to go to? Her heart sank at the thought of him finding someone else, but they weren't anything exclusive! Right? 

As the work day was ending, Motti was clearing her station when the shopbell rang. Making her way to the front she was shocked to see Crust, Boysen's brother and right hand. He looked at her wearily, and seemingly nervous. 

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." Motti jest with a forced light tone. 

Crust gave a crooked smile, "Yeah…been a while, hasn't it." 

Motti tapped her fingers nervously on the counter, trying so hard not to immediately ask about his brother. "What can I do for you?" 

Crust shifted where he stood and shrugged his shoulders before looking off to the side, "Am here to pick up some suits. Gotta be quick about it though." 

Quick? How come? Motti looked at him quizzically but retreated to the back to gather the suits. As she walked back, she gazed at the atricle of clothing in her arms. Feelings of uncertainty and anxiety washed over her as she pictured Boysen.

When she handed the suits to Crust, she noticed he could barely keep eye contact. He handed her a slip and she barely registered that she grabbed it. He went to turn when her voice spoke up, "H-how's Boysen?" 

He visibly stiffened, but did not turn around when he answered. "S'okay." He walked toward the entrance when Motti came around the counter fast on his heels. 

"Is he ok- I mean- is his services being taken elsewhere?" She tried to ask and keep it professional. He may be just a mob boss, but he's a customer and she's just a seamstress. Right? Can she justify that? "Was…was our service unsatisfactory?" 

At this Crust turned around and looked confused. "Whaddya mean? He ain't going to any other place." 

She had to swallow the wave of relief and keep her face from looking too pleased at that. "Then… is he-" but she couldn't seem to justify why she was asking. Wanting to know more. Where has he been? 

Crust shifted uncomfortably, and muttered how this was a 'pain in the ass'. He sighed, "Ya know you can just be honest." 

Motti was taken aback and began to speak when Crust cut her off. 

"Look.. I ain't supposed to tell ya, but it's annoying keeping it under wraps." His gaze softened as he looked down at the much shorter woman. "Not when you're so desperate to know where he is." 

Motti flushed in embarrassment and Crust couldn't help but smirk. 

"He's comin' back." He reassured, looking at Motti with soft mirth. 

Motti fiddled with her fingers, "Is he okay?" 

At that, Crust's brows furrowed and his jaw tightened. Motti was overcomed with another wave of anxiety. "Crust." She goaded. "Is he okay?" She stressed again. 

He sighed and clicked his tongue. 

"Crust."

"He's…not dead?" He answered awkwardly. 

Motti could feel tears brimming at the corner of her eyes and looked at him frustrated. 

"Ah- no. No, don't do that. I can't stand tears." Crust grumbled and sighed, exacerbated that this dame could make anyone soft. 

"Can I see him?" Motti was surprised by her own question. 

"Er… I don't know…" 

"Crust…" Motti stepped forward, her eyebrows furrowed. "I won't stop bothering you until I do." 

Crust could have laughed, which he will later, but seeing this tiny redhead sizing him up and being assertive, he could see how Boysen grew fond of her. A little spitfire, she was. "Fine, but I'm putting all the blame on you." 

He turned and grumbled, "And ya owe me for a drink too." 

Motti quickly grabbed her things and locked up the shop as she followed the tall monster. 

When they pulled up to an estate behind a grand gate, Motti began to wonder just how powerful and rich Boysen was. Motti couldn't believe with her eyes to see such rich and grand items decorating just the foyer alone. 

Crust and Motti went upstairs and he directed her to heavy dark oak doors. Without knocking, Crust let himself in. 

"I don't know where you get off without announcing yourself, Crust, but I have half a mind to-" Boysen's threat fell short when Motti stepped out from behind Crust.

His expression went from surprise to clear anger and annoyance which he directed at Crust. 

Crust held up his hands in defense, not really at all perturbed by his brother's intense glare. "She twisted my arm." And he turned on his heel and winked at Motti as he shut the door. 

The silence felt heavy and suffocating while the pair didn't know how to address each other. Motti took in Boysen lying in his bed, he was battered and covered in bandages. She knew monsters had abilities to heal faster than humans, but seeing him laid up and covered with gashes and bandages made her stomach hit the back of her throat. He looked at Motti with an expression she didn't know quite how to decipher, but her heart was beating fast in her chest with hot searing waves of grief and pain running through her nerves seeing him so injured. 

"What happened?" Was all Motti could muster out. No hello's or howdy do's. No time for formalities. 

Boysen looked at her with a composed stare. His shoulder rising with his sigh and leaning back into his nest of plush pillows.  "Would you like something to drink?" 

"Stop it." She snapped, "Answer me." She stepped closer and Boysen kept his expression cool as he watched her approach his bedside. Her voice quivered with frustration, "Who did this to you?" 

If Motti wasn't so filled with worry and vexed, she would have noticed the fleeting turn of his smile before his face fell neutral again. 

"Are you going to hunt after them?" 

"Don't tease me." Motti knit her brows together, clearly not in the mood for his jests.

Boysen's head tilted to the side, his eye light flickering about as he looked at her face. "You're crying." He simply stated. 

"I-" She started, but she was flustered and embarrassment rising up, "I'm not crying. I'm just-" What was she to say? 

She couldn't say she was angry that he's been gone, could she? She couldn't say that she was appalled to see the reason why was because he was so heavily injured. 

Boysen leaned forward, his face wincing just the slightest as he did so, and touched the tear that slipped from Motti's eye. He rubbed the tear between his thumb and forefinger as he raised a brow at her. 

"I am just frustrated and I-" Motti hastily wiped at her eyes, "I have a difficult time expressing myself without crying. It doesn't mean a-anything." She was so angry with herself. Motti wished she could be composed like Boysen.

"It doesn't?" His raspy but comforting voice rang in her ears. Oh, how she missed it. He placed a hand on her cheek, and stroked his thumb under her eye to wipe away the stray tears. 

She couldn't help herself and leaned into his touch, placing her hand on top of the one on her face. Her breath shuddered as she sighed, "I shouldn't be here. I don't know if I have the strength for this." 

The thumb stroking her cheek stopped, but still held her face. "Elaborate." His tone stiffened. 

Motti felt she could crumble. Break into a million pieces right then and there. "I don't know if I can see you hurt like this. I don't like it." 

"I am far too deep to change my lifestyle now, Gem." He said so matter of factly, it frustrated her to no end. She could curse at him for using his little petname for her. "But you're not too far in. If you so wish, I can make arrangements to give you a start elsewhere." 

"What??" 

His expression was neutral, devoid of any sort of emotions while Motti was crushed with pain. 

"You're gonna send me away?" She asked incredulously. "Do you want that?" 

"Not even in the slightest. But is that not what you want?" Again, his voice is ever so even. 

"I.. I don't know what I want." She said more to herself than to him. 

He sat back, the sensation of his hand fading from her cheek and she already missed it. "Why are you here then?" It really wasn't a question, but his tone was softer. This time Motti caught a certain tone of pain. 

Silence befell the two while Motti wasn't sure how to answer. Her next words would decide her stance; stay or leave him. It would decide the kind of person she was. But what would that be? A mad woman falling for a criminal? Or just a hopeless romantic afraid to let go of an unexpected good thing in her life? In so many ways, he was bad for her. 

"I missed you." She finally answered. 

Boysen stayed silent at her confession but he grabbed her hand as she plopped herself down on the side of his bed. 

Motti looked frustrated, the tears building up in her eyes again. "I don't like this. This is all too real now. But I-" She looked away, gritting her teeth and holding back from stomping her foot in frustration. She sighed defeated, "I am in too deep. I think I'm nuts, but the thought of never seeing you again is worse than anything I can deal with." 

Boysen's grip on her hand tightened. 

Motti looked back at him, taking in all his injuries; the cuts, the bandages and his crisp clean silk pajamas that contrasted with his disheveled appearance.  "I don't want to see you like this, but-" Motti shifted closer, Boysen letting Motti gently rest her forehead on his shoulder.

"I'll be damned if I let you get another tailor." She laughed lightly and hopelessly resigned to her feelings. Boysen chuckled so slightly and gently ran his fingers in her hair.

"I wasn't planning to." 

[ficzers]

if it's ok can you do a Morning Makeouts UF Sans x fem Reader oneshot. like the two are dating and the readers personality is- kind, chill, Tomboyish, smart, and badass. and their soul trait is Kindness.

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･༄ ⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･

𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚜: 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜

⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･༄ ⋆.ೃ࿔.𖥔 ݁ ˖*:･

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You woke up to the sound of grumbling beside you.

You blinked your eyes open, trying to shake off your sleep, and you found your boyfriend had also woken up. He was always grumpy waking up in the morning (well, grumpier than usual), but today seemed especially bad for him.

“I don’t wanna get outta bed today,” Was the very first thing he said, dragging his hand down his face, “Christ, just woke up and my head is already fuckin’ pounding.”

You hummed slightly, holding him closer to you in your shared bed as you still tried to wake up, “We don’t have to get out of bed just yet… I’ll get you some medicine when we do though.”

Sans huffed, putting an arm around you, “Sounds good… we can’t fall asleep again though, Paps would kill us if we’re late to his little training sesh.”

You two laid like that for a few more minutes, and when Sans’ headache was getting to the point of him sitting up to hold his head in his hands, you decided it was time to get up.

You stumbled out of the bed and left the room, making your way to the bathroom to grab the over-the-counter painkillers Sans had. It was a brand specifically made for monsters, as a lot of them dealt with various body aches. You assumed it was due to the tension they always held.

As you tried to find the correct bottle amongst all the vitamins and other medicines, you heard a slight shuffling behind you. A pair of hands soon found your waist, and a cranky skeleton head had rested on your shoulder.

“I might be outta commission today,” He sighed, “How long does it take you to find a damn bottle?”

“Don’t see you doing it yourself, you big baby,” You retorted, finally finding the bottle stuffed behind a bottle of toothpaste.

“Can’t be mean to me, I’m in pain. Thought you humans were s’pposed to be the nice ones,” He said with a slight grin as you handed him the bottle.

He took two of the pills as you both headed downstairs to the kitchen, and Sans made a dramatic sigh as he landed on the couch.

“Can you make me breakfast?” He asked, twiddling slightly with the black sleeve of his hoodie.

“No,” You stated, sitting next to him, “Once that medicine kicks in you’ll be fine.”

“Nahhhhhhh,” He laid himself over your lap, making you smirk slightly, “I don’t know, maybe the pills are defective.”

“Really? They weren’t defective when you took some to go drinking at Grillby’s.”

Sans chuckled, making himself comfortable as he held his arms behind his head, “Maybe a nice head massage might work?” He was giving you his signature smug grin, his gold tooth flashing at you.

You were quiet for a moment, giving him a dirty look before you sighed, “The things I do for you…”

He let out a celebratory laugh, quickly sitting up so he was sitting directly in your lap and facing you.

“Uh… you sure you don’t wanna turn around?” You ask, “Never seen a head massage where two people were facing each other.”

“Eh, your face is easy on the eyes,” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

You scoff, “Easy there, lover boy. Alright, just turn your head down.”

He did as he was asked, letting his head fall so you could actually start massaging his head. It was definitely weird from this angle, and the fact that you were massaging bone instead of tissue definitely didn’t help either.

After a few good moments of this, he let out a small grunt, “Okay, that’s enough. It’s not working.”

“Well, yeah, you have no muscle,” You chuckled as you tilted your head up, “Is the medicine helping yet?”

He shrugged, “Sorta,” His smile turned sinister, “But I have another good idea on what could make me feel better.”

God, you already knew he was going to milk this headache for all it’s worth, even if the medicine did actually help.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Maybe a true love's kiss,” His smile grew wider, “You humans say that can save someone from death, right?”

You scoff again, quickly turning it into a small laugh of disbelief, “You’re ridiculous, you know that? I honestly don’t get how anyone can find you intimidating.”

“Hey, i'm the toughest bag of bones around,” He leaned in closer, “That’s why you love me.”

“I love you cause you’re the least tough monster I’ve ever met,” You pushed him to you by the back of his hood, “You wouldn’t even hurt a fly.”

“Ohhh, you don’t even wanna know how many flies I’ve killed,” He said, “Probably, like, I don’t know, two at least. Little fuckers had it coming.”

You laugh, the skeleton returning the smile. You gently pull him forward, and meet him for a kiss.

The skeleton happily accepted it, holding your face in his hands as he deepened it.

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Authors note: Tysm for the request!! This was super fun to write, I’m a biigggg sucker for Fell sans lol, and I especially like writing domestic fluff. Feel free to request more any time! Hope you enjoyed❤️❤️

[quichein-me-softly]

past closing w/ grillby

The night was winding down, the last few patrons having already shuffled out into the cool air, leaving the bar bathed in a quiet stillness. You glanced around at the empty tables and dim lights, a peaceful sense of calm settling over the room. The only sound was the quiet squeaking of cleaning as Grillby tended to the bar and wiped down some of the glassware, his flames flickering gently in the low light.

“You sure you don’t need help?” you asked, leaning against the counter. You had offered to help close up earlier, but Grillby, ever the independent one, had waved you off. Still, something about the quietness of the bar made you want to linger.

Grillby glanced at you, his glowing amber eyes soft behind his thin-framed glasses. “If you’d like,” he conceding, his voice as calm as ever. It was always so steady, like the warmth of his flames—constant, reassuring.

You slid off your stool and started gathering the empty cups and dishes from the nearby tables, moving slowly, almost in a reluctant manner—as not to disturb the stillness of the night. Grillby worked in tandem with you, moving gracefully as he wiped down the counters and stacked the chairs. The two of you didn’t talk much, but it wasn’t necessary. The quiet shared between you was comfortable, the kind that radiated understanding without needing words.

As the last of the chairs were set atop the tables and the bar was finally spotless, you felt a subtle shift in the air, like the night was unraveling, loosening its grip. There was something different about this moment—something softer, more intimate.

Grillby finished his task and turned to you, the warm glow of his flames casting a gentle light in the now darkened bar. His gaze lingered on you for a moment, and you found yourself drawn to the quiet intensity in his eyes. He stepped closer, the heat of his presence wrapping around you like a soft blanket.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice low, as though he didn’t want to disturb the delicate quiet between you.

“It’s no trouble. I like being here.” You smiled, feeling your heart flutter slightly. “With you.”

Grillby’s flames flickered a little brighter for a second, as if your words had fanned them. He moved closer still, until you could feel the warmth radiating from him. There was a tenderness in the air now, a silent connection between the two of you that had been building for some time.

Without saying a word, Grillby gently took your hand in his, the heat of his flames brushing your skin in a way that was soothing rather than overwhelming. His touch was careful, like he was always mindful of being too much, of being too intense, but in this moment, it was perfect.

You looked up at him, feeling a fondness in the way his eyes met yours. “You know,” you whispered, “I think I’d like to help you close up more often.”

Grillby chuckled softly, the sound low and warm, like a crackling fire. “I’d like that,” he said, his thumb gently brushing the small of your back. For a moment, you just stood there together in the dim light, the bar empty but the space between you filled with something sweet and unspoken.

The night outside stretched on, cool and quiet, but here, wrapped in the gentle warmth of Grillby’s presence, you felt completely at peace. You leaned into him, resting your head on his chest, and he held you close, the two of you standing together in the soft glow of his flames as the night slowly unfolded around you.

[spotaus]

Hello guys! Today I'm posting a super self-indulgent lil drabble based on @ancientschampionau 's RealAge AU! (This is non-canon!! Just a silly concept!!)

This is 90% just me playing around with the idea of the boys story from the perspective of a random monster who lives in town! Light is a flame elemental who runs a small garden of their own, but mostly works for Grillby in his restaurant. They don't know nearly *half* of the gang's story, but they're fascinated by what they do learn over the course of a few weeks.

Uhhh. No proof-reading or anything here since it's just me being silly- Thank you Ancients for not minding me butting my grubby lil hands in and doin a goofy with it!

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   The day wasn't too busy. At least, it was never too busy in town, but sometimes it got busy in the little restaurant that they called their home away from home. Grillby's was the go-to spot for everyone in town, and some nights they'd have to bring out extra chairs just to seat everyone. Those nights were always the most charming, hearing all the familiar voices of their neighbors rise and fall like waves as they recounted their weeks.

   Of course, Light liked unbusy nights just like this one too. Nights when they only had a few customers getting a drink or a late-night snack before they went home and hit the hay.

   Right now there were just a few regulars who Light recognized. A bird monster, and a dog specifically were sat not far from them on the otherside of the counter. Light was awful with names, but knew that these two were here every night. ...And they knew the two always had some sort of drama they were eager to share. Grillby was less inclined to let them spread rumors in his earshot, but Light was always curious and willing to humor them.

   "Ladies!" Light greeted the pair as they sidled up to the space before them, only the counter separating them. "How're you two doing tonight?"

   Both monsters looked up at the excitable greeting, and they both seemed to perk up a bit at Light's presence.

   "Oh, we're doing just swell, dear." The dog monster replied eagerly, her smile growing a bit. Light didn't miss how their flames reflected and highlighted the Grey that was growing around her muzzle. "We were worried we'd be stuck with your spoil-sport boss all night!" She teased then.

   Light knew everyone was fond of Grillby. He was just likable like that. So when the bird laughed a bit, Light joined in.

   "Hardly! Couldn't imagine a nice night like this without a good chance to hear the tea." Light assured them, which made them perk up even a bit more, "What do you have for me tonight?"

   The ladies looked between eachother, before the bird monster made a little sing-songy whistle. It drew Light's full attention.

   "We have a few newcomers to town!" She chimed, and the dog monster nodded her head in agreement. "They're staying with Sans at the moment. At least, that's what my son says he overheard!" She added. "That boy overheard a phone-call that nice Papyrus boy took from his brother, and it sounded sudden!" She sounded proud.

   Light had to admit, they were surprised. Normally the ladies would tell them of a new batch of sheep brought in or a baby foal being born. On the more exciting days it'd be a scandal having to do with some young strapping man coming to town, but often that just ended up being the plot of a movie they'd watched that day.

   Hearing names, though? Sans and Papyrus lived a little ways away, but Light knew of them. Hell, everyone in town knew them. The ladies had never tried to make a fake story about them, and Light was interested. New people staying in town with the brothers? Light had moved in from the city a few years back and they remembered being lucky they knew people here. If these newcomers were real, they were lucky to have the brothers to watch out for them.

   "New folks you say? Have they been into town at all?" They asked curiously.

   The two ladies shook their heads a bit, "No. Sounded like they just moved a few days ago." The bird monster answered.

   The dog monster leaned forward, "I heard from the grocery that Sans was definitely buying a few extra things, though. Seems like they'll be staying a while." She deduced.

   Light wasn't quite sure how right the ladies were, and they could tell they were going to try and dive into a guessing game that would most likely end up more insulting than insightful, so Light laughed a bit.

   "Well, we'll just have to do our best to make them feel at home, right ladies?" They insisted a bit pointedly, and recieved nods of agreement that Light hoped were genuine.

 

   They sighed, glancing around, already losing their focus as the women started thinking of exactly how many visitors there were, how they knew Sans, why they'd moved. The whole nine yards. And, admittedly, they too were curious. Light imagined they were probably just old friends stopping by to see the town before they headed on their way again.

   It felt like hardly a minute had passed when they felt a hand pat their shoulder. It jolted them from their thoughts, and they realized that Grillby was back. They didn't need him to say anything to know it was getting close to closing time, and they scurried back towards the kitchen so they could start cleaning up for the night. And among their chores, the thoughts of newcomers in town faded, overlapped by just how many dishes they had piled up.... curse their laziness.

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   It'd been a month or two since the ladies in the restaurant had brought up Sans' new house-mates. At first Light had been sure they were temporary, but the assumptions of them staying seemed to be true. Light had heard just about every update on them directly from the ladies, anytime Grillby gave them the chance to ask.

   Apparently it was five new skeleton monsters, all of them staying with Sans. Or, Crop. They were calling him Crop now, something about skeleton naming conventions. Four of them were adult guys, and from what Light had been told, they were a bit imposing. The fifth, though? A babybones. From what they'd heard, it was a little boy that the four adults had showed up with. That kid seemed to be their pride and joy, and maybe even what brought them to stay with Crop.

   Light had seen a few of them out in town a few times, just in passing. The one with the hole in his skull was the first one they'd spotted out in the wild, helping Crop with errands. Then there was the one with the dark magic leaking from his sockets. His soul being on display was a bold choice, but Light hadn't had much time to oogle him, as he'd just been walking out of the market as Light was walking in.

   They heard a rumor about the one that always seemed serious, a red scar under one of his sockets, but Light hadn't had the opportunity to spot him yet, and they'd seen the babybones across the street once, tucked in the arms of the one who always seemed to wear a hood.

   Light really didn't like to pry into people's private lives, but there was just so much talk swirling around that it was hard to not get at least a hint of new news daily. Like, when they were shopping for a new shirt (they ripped their old one trying to climb up a tree and grab a piece of their laundry that had escaped the drying rack) they heard the shop-owner talking about how adorable the new little family in town was to the person in-line before them. When they were hanging out with some pals, their buddy said the hooded one had fixed his janky-ass cash register in just a few minutes. That thing had been broken longer than Light was in-town! And just lately they'd heard that Gerson was giving all of them high-praises.

   Of course, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. No one knew where they came from, and they didn't tell either. Some people were weary, monsters with injuries like those? With the tired looks on their faces when they weren't really thinking about it? Monsters like that surely spelled trouble... but Light wasn't there to judge. They felt like an outside observer just piecing things together haphazardly as new information was thrown their way.

   ...and then they broke their lights.

   Okay, in their defense it wasn't actually the lights themselves. Something in the wiring had fucked up while they were at work, and they came back to a pitch-black farmhouse and a shitty housemate who'd scared the hell out of them by jumping out from under the table as they passed by.

  

   N, their awful (or Funny, as she'd put it) housemate had apparently gotten back from her own work and found the house like that, and she'd changed out all the lightbulbs before sunset. But, they didn't keep matches. Or lanterns, really. And she didn't know where to find the flashlight or her phone in the pitch black, so she'd decided waiting in the dark for her walking-torch of a friend to return was the best plan.

   And, apparently, N had somewhere to be in the morning, but she'd already phoned in an electrician to come figure out where things had gone wrong and fix it by the time Light was awake to find the note she'd left about it. Joyous day, Light loved those electricians. Not.

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   One dreamless sleep and a tired morning. Light was in the kitchen, dressed in their work uniform and tiredly shoving a piece of fresh cantaloupe in their mouth, when their door knocker banged against the wood of the front door.

   Weird, the electricians always dragged their feet. One glance at their phone revealed that this one was only a few minutes behind schedule.

   They wandered to the door, gulping down their hasty breakfast before swinging the door open, and-

   That was not a big city electrician. That was, in fact, the new guy in town with the hood that fixed Gerson's, like, entire house. Wow. Light wasn't expecting him, N could've at least warned them!

   "Oh, good morning!" They unwittingly shifted gears, turning up their energy levels a bit, as to be welcoming. "I'm guessing my friend N called you about our electricity issue?" They questioned, holding the door open.

   It felt like they towered over the skeleton. They couldn't see his eyelights from under his hood, but he seemed tired and slouched. Unenthused to be here at the very least, and at the most he seemed deeply offended by having to stand on Light's rickety old porch. His vibe check was not passing.

   "Mm, yeah. Something about the wiring." He confirmed, seemingly begrudgingly. His voice was a little... quiet? That could've just been Light, though. They were used to the loud hollers of country-folk these days.

   Light sighed in exasperation. "Yep! I'm sure she probably told you all about it, but the entire lighting set-up went dark yesterday while we were both at work." They agreed, stepping to move out of the entrance to their house, "Come on in, I'm sure you'll know better than either of us did."

   The guy slipped in past them with a slight hum of confirmation, and Light noticed the toolbox clutched in one of his hands.

   They trailed him after closing the door, and watched as he honed in on the nearest light-switch. Unsurprisingly he toggled it, clicking the switch on. Off. On. Off again.

   Something felt a bit surreal. Light was convinced this guy and the other folks Crop was hosting were something like a urban legend, or a celebrity. They'd never been so close to them, and maybe it was a bit silly of them that they'd thought the guys were so imposing. I mean, this guy was in their house, and in just a few minutes he reminded Light more of a wet cat than anything the rumors about him or his friends had conjured up.

   He seemed tired, and he did everything with this off-putting systematicness. He'd seemed fine with Light trailing him through the house, pointing out where the wiring went and connected and which switches did what. It'd just given them more of a chance to observe him.

  

   In hindsight that was a little weird, but Light wasn't exactly the most normal monster in the world, so whatever.

   But truly. This guy seemed small, and a bit thin compared to the others they'd seen from afar. He was ultra quiet, probably the quietest person in town, and even though Light never saw his eyelights, it constantly felt like they were the one being scrutinized, and not the other way around.

   And, just like that, the skeleton had hummed and begun unscrewing a lightswitch plate just outside of N's room. Light watched curiously as he peeled the old cover back from the switch, and he poked at something with a nod to himself.

   "The wires here are frayed, messed up the circuit." He voiced, and his words made Light jump a bit. The only sound for at least 15 minutes had been their steps and the crackling of Light's flames.

   "Oh, seriously?" They asked meekly, seeing as he was already pulling some stuff out of his tool kit. Wires, it looked like. Maybe electrical tape too?

   "Yeah. Rat probably chewed through it." Was all he responded with, and Light was once again left in that silent gap as they watched him work. And he was skilled, that was for sure. Light had half expected him to dismiss them so he could fuck around for an hour to waste their time like the city electricians used to, but in about 5 minutes flat he had the wires attached, and in a few more minutes the cover was screwed back in place.

   A simple flick of the switch had the hall lights on in a split second. The shadow that fell on his skull darkened, but Light was too busy being impressed by his handiwork.

   "Holy shit, they don't even flicker anymore!" They said in mild amazement, missing as the skeleton packed his supplies back up and seemed already prepared to go.

   He led the charge back to the door, double-checking each light as they went, but they all worked better than ever now.

  

   "Here, your pay!" Light suddenly broke their silence, digging into their pocket before producing a roll of cash that N had left behind. "Thank you for the help, man." They added, though they swallowed their need to offer him a cup of coffee or a quick snack. It seemed to them he wasn't compelled by the need for a classic southern-farewell.

   He plucked the cash from theur hand, slipping it into a pocket on just jacket with a mumbled 'No problem.' before he was already on his way back out the door.

   Thirty minutes or so, that was really all it had taken. He was like a spectre, in and out in near complete silence. Not abrasive, but not friendly... cautious? Yeah. In hindsight he did seem cautious.

   Light decided in that moment that they'd be asking Grillby to give that man and his friends a discount the next time they stopped in.

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   They were really moving into Gerson's old farm. Light hadn't seen that one coming in the slightest, but when Dani had driven past them with a load of lumber in her truck, with another few following her, Light had realized they were heavily out of the loop.

   Luckily for them, their boss knew what was going on already, and he was already telling them before they got two steps in the door with the latest crate of their supplies.

   "A delivery?" Light questioned the fire monster as he heated the crate out of Light's grasp. Light was young and spry, but Grillby was miraculously strong.

   They eyed him curiously, eyes skimming his flames, listening to the crackling pops that danced away from him. Was he really...?

   "Gerson's old place? Those guys really moved in there?" They questioned, though they knew that Grillby wasn't one for gossip. He was dead serious when he said he needed them to run an order out to the place.

   Apparently, Ellie had insisted Grillby contribute to their little gathering, celebrating the new neighbors and helping them settle in for good. Of course, he'd obliged, but he didn't want to leave the restaurant unattended for too long. So, Light would be taking the orders that way instead.

   "Alright, okay!" They laughed a bit as Grillby nudged them using the crate in his arms. All the supplies were stacked out back, and it seemed all the food was ready in the kitchen.

   Light gathered the food carefully, stacking it securely in their passenger's seat as Grillby kept moving in and out of the building, each time with another load of supplies.

   And then they were off. With only a slight detour past their own place, they made it no problem to the place they were meant to be.

   ...Luckily, the crowd wasn't big, and it wasn't hard to find a place to park on the driveway. Light could see a small group gathered in front of the building, and found that a few more were already on their way back to theur trucks. The Sun wasn't quite setting, but Light hoped they hadn't taken too long.

  

   Swinging out of the driver's side, they rounded to the passengers and gathered the food along their arms... having four sure did help them with the load.

   They kicked the door of their truck shut and moved as hurriedly as they could towards a familiar bunny monster. She and her partner were the only reason they were out here.

   "Food delivery, still warm!" Light called out when they got close enough that it felt appropriate. Only once a few faces had turned did they grin and continue, "Fresh from Grillby's, he sends his regards to our new neighbors!"

   One of the few of the group that was gathered was that skeleton with the magic leaking from his eyes. Light had, once, wondered whether they were tears but had since dismissed that idea. He always wore a wicked grin whenever they crossed paths.

   It was that skeleton and Ellie who approached them, breaking off from the little group who'd seemingly been helping out. Though, Light suspected by now that it might've become a social hour as the sun kept dipping lower.

   "Huh, today is just full of pleasant surprises," the skeleton voiced as he got within rang to stop and stand before Light, "And to think this is just in time for dinner. Now Horror won't have to cook!" He... seemed to be thinking aloud.

   Ellie came up beside him, smiling at Light, "Oh I was worried that stubborn monster wouldn't send anything at all!" She voiced, "Thank you, Light, for bringing all this up here." She was already moving forward, and Light let her scoop one of the covered plates off their arm.

   "It's no trouble at all. Least I can do to return the help is ferry some food to you hard-workers." They replied easily, though they didn't miss how the skeleton was looking at them now.

   I mean, he'd been looking before, but now Light felt that same weird feeling of being watched as they had at their house. A glance revealed that the skeleton had an eyebrow quirked at them.

   "Return the help?" He questioned idly.

   Oh, right, "Yeah! Your hooded friend was a big help to me a few weeks back. Fixed up my house's entire lighting circuit in a fraction of the time the city folks usually take." They said honestly, "But, based on what I've heard I'm probably not the first one to say that." They laughed a bit.

   The skeleton seemed to relax a little. When had he even tensed? Light hadn't noticed there was any tension in his form until his shoulders slumped a bit.

   "Ohhhh, right. Geez, Dust's met half this town and doesn't tell us anything." He mused. Light just tried to file away that the hooded one was Dust. "Well, speaking of Dust, he's probably already inside with the others." He said then, tilting his head towards Ellie, "You mind fielding the rest of these guys? Meet us back inside for dinner?"

   Ellie assured this guy that she could handle it and passed off the plate she'd taken to him.

   Light wasn't exactly informed on what was happening, but the skeleton just nodded for Light to follow him, and they did.

   They passed the last few folks catching up and cleaning in the lawn before climbing some steps onto a porch. Then the skeleton swung the door open, and Light slipped in behind him easily. It felt like any other delivery to any other residents of the town. Familiar and practiced, even though they'd never even gone past the drive on this old property.

   Inside the house was a bit barren, and pretty quiet, but that serenity only lasted for a few seconds before there was a call from the skeleton who led them inside.

   "Guess who brought back the grub?" He called, recieving various voices hissing the name 'Killer' in various levels of frustration to his calling.

   Light traveled into a separate area, a kitchen/dining room it seemed, following Killer with the meal, and they suddenly understood why they had so much.

   Sat and stood in the space were the other three skeletons who'd moved in, along with Crop, Straw, and Dani. It felt like a family-reunion of sorts. The skeletons all seemed to be leveling Killer with frustrated and exasperated looks as he sauntered inside and set his one plate on the table before him.

   "Killer, you gotta be more careful, Night was trying to get in a nap." Scolded one of them quietly, the one with the red scar under his eye.

   And stood in the doorway, Light spotted exactly what he was talking about. Killer moved quick to approach the hooded skeleton, Dust, and Light initially missed what was curled up in Dust's lap. No, not what. Who.

   There, tiredly blinking up towards the approaching Killer, was the babybones. He looked so comfy tucked in Dust's arms, and Light didn't envy him when Killer leaned and gently poked at one of his cheeks. "Sorry tiny boss, but we've got dinner to eat." He seemed to quietly amend as the little guy seemed unphased by the prodding.

   Light had been a bit shell-shocked. Maybe it was the kid being so cute? Maybe it was exhaustion from a long day? Most likely it was just that they felt like a bit of an intruder on a nice family meal. Like there was an invisible wall separating them from the fondness permeating in the room.

   Of course, that wasn't the case, and their arms were still keeping a few plates Wirth of food warm as they stood idly by. Watching as the room seemed to grow warmer at the presence of the babybones reawakening.

   "Oh, Light! Should've known Grillby wouldn't come himself." They were jolted out of their thoughts by Crop. He acknowledged them, which brought a lot of eyes directly onto them. They hoped their flames didn't burn brighter in embarrassment.

   They took a few steps inside, which brought them to just before an open seat at the table. "Great to see you again, Crop! You know how he is anymore about leaving the place un-manned." They voiced, trying to shake the gazes they could feel digging into them as they expertly laid the plates across the dinner table, sliding a few down the way with a practiced arm. "Besides, I would've been bummed if I hadn't gotten to greet the newly-moved in folks properly!"

   They stepped back once the food was all arranged, but finally took a moment to meet the stares watching them. Killer seemed unbothered, already moving to sit. Dust would've likely been uninterested, but Light could see how the little one was staring at them. And the other two? The big one was alright. He didn't seem to mind once Crop had greeted them, but the one with the scar still seemed weary.

   "Of course, I'll get out of your guys' hair so you can eat, but I heard people were bringing gifts, and my farm's not in season right now, so I had to improvise a bit." They said with a nervous grin as they popped open their inventory. A moment later, a simple black vase settled in their hands, and the room was lit up just a bit more.

   They hadn't expected the surprised hum of surprise from one of the skeletons.

   "Are those flowers, but on fire?" He asked, and Light caught that it was the one with the scar. They hoped that meant they could woo him a bit and make things less awkward.

   "Basically!" The agreed. "Flame flowers, they're my speciality item I grow in my garden. They'll keep burning as long as you leave them in the sun and don't water them." They explained, before holding the little bundle of them out above the table. "They're non-flammable and the flames don't get hotter than an average spring day. The vase is stone too, better for them to last longer." They almost got lost in a rant about how exactly the plant worked, but reigned it in as they realized just how long they'd been talking.

   "Mm, they seem pretty neat. Thank you." Came the voice of the one with the hole in his skull. "Would ya mind setting them on the counter there?" He gestured towards the counter behind them, and as they turned to place them, they realized Dani had begun talking about something. Maybe them, even? But they'd overstayed their welcome.

   Dani or Ellie would get the plants back to them to get back to Grillby's, they knew that much.

   They passed Ellie on their way out, only exchanging quick pleasantries before they split ways. The lawn was dark now, vacant besides Light's glow against the grass abd trees, abd their truck was the last one, parked a few paces from Crop and Dani's trucks.

   They stopped by the restaurant to check in on Grillby, but he dismissed them for the night, so they simply went home. But, those guys... something about them was oddly familiar. Or, oddly unfamiliar? They couldn't place it, not with words, but all that really mattered was that they seemed to really have found a home here, just like Light had.

   The town, with its many faults and troubles, seemed to attract the strangest people to call it home. That's what it was meant for though, right? This town looked out for its own. Maybe that was why it felt so right to have those five skeletons now living up on that previously vacant plot after so long.

[seirindono]

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Grillby’s counter, ep6 (end)

Questions from @classic-sans-rp and @rainbowmoonmaiden86, thanks for your participation ;)

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And that's it for the TMS event. It lasted about as long as I planned so I'm quite relieved but the weekly schedule is a bit tough so I won't do it again for a (long) while ahah.

There, I hope you enjoyed Grillby and Fuku's company, and I'll probably compile all the videos to share on youtube (*￣▽￣)b

See you next time!

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[carlyraejepsans]

How likely do think Sans would be a stay at home dad if/when he marries Toriel?

Like he wouldn't have to do much besides make sure Frisk does their homework, brushes their teeth and goes to school and bed on time, then he gets to laze around for 8 hours while Frisk, Toriel and Papyrus go to school/work.

funny enough, no I don't think he would be! after the last seasonal newsletter dropped and we got to know about his and grillby's friendship a little, i really love the idea that they open a bar together on the surface. he doesn't do much more than what he already did there as a regular, mostly entertain the crowd and make sure people get along, he just does it behind the counter this time, and helps grillby out when things get busier.

as for frisk, it wouldn't really be a problem. with toriel running the school, they'd already be under her supervision in the morning, and in the afternoon i think they prefer to wander. they don't really strike me as a sedentary child, they'd still keep exploring and digging around and making weird friends in even weirder places after getting their happy ever after methinks. they're pretty independent! toriel isn't 100% enthusiastic about it, but if she respected their autonomy enough that she would have let them set off on their own permanently in the epilogue, i think she'd respect their wish to snoop around if they decided to stay with her anyway.

and if they ever need sans on the job they know where to find him! there's a dedicated table in the corner of the bar for homework help purposes.

like you pointed out, it's true that sans is lazy, and he loves being lazy. but i think it's also important to remember that sans is an extremely social/extroverted guy. when you consider how his sentry job is basically "sit around all by yourself in the middle of nowhere for hours with little to no supervision", that seems like the dream job for the laziest man on earth, but he actually describes it as "kinda boring". it's meeting toriel at the door that makes it worthwhile.

sans loves people! he loves being around them and pranking them and making them laugh. so on the contrary, i could actually see him picking up odd jobs here and here, just to have a chance to meet someone new. maybe even volunteer as a janitor at toriel's school so he has an excuse to hang out with her during work hours. and if he wants to nap, well... he'll nap. no big deal. when has being out of his house ever stopped him from doing it, anyway :P

[qin-qin16]

hello qin-qin, it's your santa bringing you a gift this season 🎅🎅🎁🎁🎄🎄

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Grillby’s is alive with the sounds of Gyftmas – or Christmas now, seeing that they’re on the Surface – cheer. There is laughter, there is carolling, there is Undyne trying to suplex the Christmas tree in the center of the bar. Asgore seems jovial than usual, playing his yearly duty as Santa and letting the children clamber all over him asking for presents. This year, Papyrus also plays as the Santa’s elvish helper, boisterously talking to all his star-struck little fans. Sans watches the commotion from afar, nursing a cup of the communal fruit punch. His grin is lazy as ever, but his eyes can’t help darting towards the frosted window behind him, where he can see three very inconspicuous shadows lingering.

you know i can see you right? Sans communicates to his self-appointed bodyguards with his facial expression, his smile tight.

Outside of the establishment, three suspicious-looking skeletons are pressed against the window.

“welp, he spotted us,” Horror mumbles, his single red eye glowing in the dark. He is wearing a beanie to avoid the snow rain falling into his massive head wound.

“he’s us. obviously he’s not that unobservant,” Killer replies, playing with his knife to relieve some of his boredom. “though he can be kind of stupid. so, tough luck – someone gotta keep an eye on him.”

“and that’s us,” Horror groans, clearly exasperated. “this is why i hate younger people.”

“ooh, does grandpa horror want to go to bed now?” Killer grins, his voice mocking. “careful of your joints grandpa – you might want to see them checked.”

Before Horror can snap back at Killer, the third member of the trio interrupts them. “focus,” Murder says, his voice sharp. “something’s wrong. the babybones is swaying.”

Killer and Horror squint through the window. And sure enough, Sans is gripping on the bar counter for support.

“oh great,” Horror says. “just what i need on the holiday – a poison attempt.”

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Sans doesn’t know which is worse: the way his throat is clogged up and his eyes are blurry, or the fact that his so-called bodyguards immediately start jumping on him the moment he hits the back alley.

Within seconds, someone catches him and shakes his shoulders aggressively, which doesn’t help with his nausea at all.

“what happened? who did this?” Sans can vaguely tell that is Murder, by the way the touch is just so cold.

“can you just,” Sans wheezes, his words having difficulty forming. “lay off me a bit?”

“it was probably the fruit punch,” Horror’s voice is muffled, and Sans can’t tell where it is coming from. “he looks like he’s poisoned.”

“maybe we should check,” Killer says. “i can look him over for signs.”

“there’s no poison…” Sans attempts to say, but he’s not sure if his words are slurred or not, judging by the way the others keep talking as if he didn’t say anything.

“this is a first,” Horror says. “should we be worried about future poison attempts?”

“shelve it for later,” Murder says. “we have to figure out what to do with this first.”

“we can interrogate everyone at the party,” Killer suggests, sounding far too excited about the idea.

“no interrogation.” Sans covers his mouth, feeling bile rising up to his throat. “and definitely no stabbing either.”

“killjoy,” Killer mumbles, while Horror scoffs.

“yeah, way too late for that.” He sighs. “murder is going in.”

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The party is in full swing when Murder strides in, his hood up and his hands in his pockets. He tries to slouch his shoulders, appear more relaxed than he actually feels. Everything is way too loud to his senses, but he has a mission to complete, walking as inconspicuously as possible towards the spot Sans was standing at.

Unfortunately, his attempts at being invisible don’t work that well.

Someone pokes at his shoulders, and he swerves around, almost jumping out of his nonexistent skin. It takes him a couple seconds to realize it’s only Toriel, who looks concerned at his reaction.

“Sans, dear, are you… okay?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “I just saw you walking outside. Is everything good?”

“uh… yeah. yeah, everything’s dandy,” Murder mutters, avoiding Toriel’s gaze. “snow big problem, heh.”

Toriel’s mouth corner twitches, but her eyes still radiate with concern. But before she could ask further questions, Papyrus (not his though) charges over with a tray of cookies.

“BROTHER! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? HERE, TRY ONE OF MY FESTIVE COOKIES!”

Murder stares at the tray of gingerbread cookies shaped like skeletons, his hand automatically putting one cookie in his mouth. He chews mechanically – the taste is… indescribable. He grabs a handful of the cookies and shoves them in his mouth, giving (Sans’) Papyrus a vague thumbs-up.

Papyrus tilts his head, then beams at him. “WOWIE, SANS! THAT’S THE FIRST TIME I SEE YOU ACT LIKE THIS! MY COOKIES MUST BE DELECTABLE THEN!”

“yup…” Murder mutters, shoving one more in his full mouth so he doesn’t have to talk. “first time for everything…”

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Meanwhile, in the back alley, Killer has propped Sans against the wall and checked him over. Sans is still breathing shallowly, but it seems he at least stopped throwing up, so that’s good.

“well, good news,” Killer says. “it’s not poison, so we can stop planning a murder now.”

“since when,” Sans wheezes, his voice sounding like a broken kazoo, “is murder on the table?”

“oh shush, babyface,” Killer tuts at him. “what have you consumed at the party? do you remember?”

“just… the punch…”

“if it’s not poison,” Horror asks. “then what is it?”

“just a mild allergic reaction, i assume,” Killer hums.

“you call this mild?” Horror gestures at Sans, who is still unable to stand up.

“oh stars,” Sans conks his head against the wall. “this is not how i want to discover i’m allergic to fruit punch.”

“probably just the fruit. don’t worry too much, sansy.” Killer grins. “you can still get shitfaced whenever you like.”

Right at that moment, the back door of Grillby’s swings open and Murder stumbles out inelegantly.

“the punch’s not poisoned,” he says, his voice a bit slurred.

“yeah, we figured that o- wait a minute, are you drunk? did you drink the whole punch bowl?!” Horror groans, then yelps as Murder leans all over his back and refuses to let go. “get off me, you drunkard!”

“10g on whether murder murdered your reputation back in there,” Killer mock-whispers to Sans, a mischievous grin on his face. Sans slouches further against the wall, watching the whole scene in front of him with much exasperation.

“you guys… are the worst babysitters… ever…”

OMG THIS WAS SO FUN TO READ!

Practically a snack before the great dinner :D thank you my liege, this was really thoughtful and sweet 🥺💖 im in love with their shenanigans lol

[dreamweave01]

Enmitytale: Grillby

Grillby has opened up to very few people about his past.

When the war began, he lost his profession, his home, his family. . . 

He and his daughter, Fuku, barely got out when they did. Fuku was young, and hardly remembers this time, only how long it took her father to overcome his grief. 

The place they used to live, now bombarded with missile fire, would soon be known as Barren Ground, a completely uninhabitable stretch of ruined towns hostile to any living creature.

So no, Grillby doesn’t talk about his past. However, he’s learned to move on, to heal. His restaurant is the most popular hang out in Snowdin, and he and Fuku now live comfortably in the small town.

Of course, that all changed when Frisk went to have a little chat after closing time.

Upon their usual travels across the War Zones to aid civilians and evacuate refugees, Frisk discovered two very young skeleton monsters, without a home or a family.

Knowing Grillby’s past, and knowing the horrors the two boys had undeniably endured, Frisk figured the fire elemental would be the best choice for a caretaker.

At first, Grillby was reluctant to agree with Frisk’s idea. After all, he had a daughter and business to worry about. Adopting two children would only further complicate his life.

But then Frisk told him where they had found the brothers.

“That’s not possible,” Grillby said, shaking his head, “Nobody survives Barren Ground.”

“You did,” Frisk said, determined expression unchanged from where they sat across the counter.

Grillby set down the glass he had been cleaning. “That. . . That’s different. I wasn’t there nearly as long. Besides, they’re children, Frisk.”

“Which is exactly why they need you.”

Grillby looked down at his hands, leaning against the counter. The soft glow of his flames illuminated the dimly lit restaurant.

“Grillbz, I get it,” Frisk said, “You’ve got your daughter to worry about and a business to run. But these two don��t have anyone to look after them. You know probably better than anybody what Barren Ground is like. They’re just a couple of scared kids who’ve been traumatized in a way that no kid should have to be. 

“And right now, they need you.”

They let the silence settle for a moment, letting their words sink into Grillby’s mind. Then, they finished off their cup of milk, setting some change on the countertop as they got up.

“Just. . . think about it.” Frisk said, and then turned to leave.

They got halfway across the room before they heard a long sigh, like firewood crackling after a long day.

“Alright.”

Frisk looked back at Grillby, who had his arms crossed over his chest.

“You win. I’ll take them in.”

“Thank you, Grillby,” Frisk said with a smile. He shrugged.

“Don’t thank me. I owe you one, you know.” He said, “What are their names anyways? The brothers.”

“Sans and Papyrus.”

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Just a little info dump for my undertale AU, Enmitytale.

I had a big brain moment and decided to make the main cast (other than Frisk and Chara) kids, because I love traumatizing little children apparently.

I also had another big brain moment and decided that it would be fun to have Grillby take care of the skelebros.

Hence the birth of this.

[cherry-poppins]

Drunken Confessions (UF!Sans x Reader)

I'm not good with words but I’ll pour my heart out to you

Drink until my heart and mind are through

I look into your eyes and I see a reflection of mine

I think we’ll be alright

“What do you mean?! Is he alright? Why didn’t you stop him?! Yeah I know it’s your job but still���. yeah yeah I'm on my way, don’t let him leave and keep an eye on him till i get there, i mean it” You hand up the phone with a sigh which quickly turned into a groan. Quickly grabbing your jacket you make your way over to Grillby’s. 

You had received a call from Grillby requesting you to pick up Sans, finding out he was more liquor than skeleton and that he didn't want to deal with San's “drunk ass”.

Kicking the snow of your shoes as you enter the bar, scanning the area only to find Sans slumped over the counter giggling to himself. Well at least he was in a good mood this time.

After hearing the door close, his skull lifted a little to glance over at you. His drunk daze melting a little as he grinned happily at you, waving with enthusiasm and winking at you “eyyy! there'z ma babydoll! whut’s happnin’ hot stuff?~” 

Oh yeah this was gonna be real fun. 

“Saannnsss…..” you let out in a sigh, giving him a sympathetic gaze before asking. “How much have you had to drink?” 

“hmm… not nuff.. haha…” he grinned, giggling to himself. He had multiple shot glasses and a half empty bottle of fire whiskey next to him. He wasn’t exactly a lightweight, the complete opposite actually. Yet whenever he did shots that logic seemed to fly out the window. “oh! I forgot to ask; how do ya like my outfit?” he spun around on the bar chair, striking a pose.

You couldn’t help but smile as you shook your head. Followed by a laugh that you were trying so hard to hide. “I think I'd like it a lot better if you were sober, Sans”

“Well where's the fun in dat, eh~

“Oh my sweet drunk, bone boy…” You whispered sweetly, giving him a sweet look. You couldn’t stay mad at him, not when he was like this. He could get a scolding after his hangover the next morning. “Have you eaten?” You asked as you put your arm around him. He usually forgot to feed himself, something you learned about sans when he got drunk. Which is funny because he loved to eat, anything and everything. 

He takes your hand, giving it a light squeeze with his cold bony hand.  “Nah, ‘m actually pretty hungry.” He says, glancing at you with his wide eye lights and his goofy grin. “Wanna get a slice of pie and watch tv with me, doll?”

You smile at him, squeezing his hand back in recognition. “Pie and Tv sounds fucking amazing right now” you answer as you helped sans out of his chair. “come on you ol’ bag of bones let's get you home”' You paid Sans bill, leaving Grillby a generous tip. Joking that he needed it after tonight, which rewarded you a laugh from the flame monster. A rare treat.  

The wind blew, and the snow was falling lightly. It was such a calm, tranquil night. The only sound was the wind rustling through the trees, the sounds of crunchy snow under shoes, and the occasional chatter between the two as they walked home. 

You breathed in the cold night air, smiling as snowflakes decorated your face, scattering themselves throughout your hair. Looking down at Sans you could help but smile, once again giggling to himself as he recites the worst of puns. With the occasional dad joke or two. They were so bad that you couldn't help but laugh. “So Sans, what were we thinking of watching when we got home?” You ask as you unlock the front door to the house.  

He grinned like a kid in a candy shop, watching you make your way into the kitchen. Fetching the two of you big slices of pie “Shitty movie marathon!” He says in a goofy tone, throwing himself onto the couch. He immediately grabs the remote and turns down the tv volume. He snuggles in close, putting his cold hand on your leg. 

You could help but grin at this, snuggling him back making a comment how fucking cold his hands weren and taking one of them into your own to warm it up. This was a tradition you and Sans had, every few months you and Sans find shitty movies to watch. Usually found at the dump or given to you by Alphys, binge 'em till they’re either so bad you have to stop watching or you fall asleep…. We always fell asleep. "Yeah, Shitty movie marathon!!" You chanted enthusiastically, handing him a slice of pie.

Sans took his slice of pie stuffing his face quickly, his eyes glued to the screen. He seems like he’s having a good time, occasionally stealing a glance at you with a smile. You couldn't help but giggle to yourself, finding San's antics quite charming. You enjoy eating your slice of pie watching a movie about a troll in a city who could magically make flowers grow…. It was horrific but shit talking it with Sans made it all the better. "Still drunk, bone boy?" You couldn't help but ask. 

His eyes widened a little bit, freezing in the middle of swallowing a bite of pie. “Uh-“ he swallowed quickly, gulping down the bite of pie “y-yup.” He glanced away quickly, embarrassed and flushed slightly. He takes a deep breath in through his nostrils, trying to calm his nerves down. He was never very comfortable telling white lies though… he always feels guilty afterwards… he’s never really gotten any better at them. 

You instantly catch onto his lie, his body language and response said it all. Something you picked up with Sans was the lies... Not big ones, lil innocent white lies that everyone tells.But seeing him nervous like that gave you some questions. You thought that was strange, you thought you two were having a good time, what happened. Did you catch him at a bad time? Was he mid thought of something? "You sure? What's up?" You question slightly, giving him a little nudge.

His lips part slightly as he ponders for a moment. He opens his mouth to speak, pausing for a moment. After a couple seconds of hesitating, his face turns a bright shade of red.

“Well…” He starts before turning his gaze. He seems incredibly nervous as his voice gets all scratchy and his hands start to shake slightly. He takes a breath in through his nostrils, letting the air fill his lungs as he pauses. This is unlike the bold and cocky Sans you knew.. But this wasn't new, Sans always had an anxiety issue but he seemed to deal with it very well. 

Putting your plate of pie to the side you take both his hands into yours, rubbing your thumbs along his knuckle. You knew Sans was never good with his words, but he was trying. And you did your best to encourage him when he did. "Sans.... you don't have to tell me what’s wrong but....i want to help you, even if it's something i can’t help with perhaps saying it will give you some peace of mind." You look into his eyes gently, leaning your forehead into his. "I promise  won't think any less of you" 

His eyes soften as he stares into your eyes. Tears started to well up in his eyes. He seemed on the verge of breaking down. He opens his mouth a couple times before finding his voice. For a strong skeleton who could wipe out armies with a single attack, he seemed so fragile. He looks at you with wide, tearful eyes and says the words.

“What are we?” 

oh…

The question completely threw you off guard. So this… this is why he… You didn't know what to say, the look on his face broke your heart. But this explained so much, getting drunk at the bar, the shitty movie marathon which was our tradition!! Why you and Papyrus couldn't find him early that day. Why he was being weird all week! Fuck you were really bad at reading him sometimes. 

You always thought you were together, an unspoken thing between you both. Heck even papyrus thought we were already “mates”, as much as you hated the term as it didn't describe your relationship one bit. Reassurance and confirmation is what he wanted. “Well I thought we were together already…. But i’m guessing a verbal confirmation is what you’d like” 

He nodded slowly, sweat beading down his skull as he avoided your gaze.

You take his head with your free hand, tilting it up to meet your gaze. You spoke softly and sweetly as he listened to every word.“We’re partners Sans, we may not be like every other couple here in the underground but we do we. We may not do the whole “dating” thing but that doesn't make us any less partners. If you’d like, I can take you out on dates and you may take me out on some if you’d prefer.” 

He nodded slowly, whispering a thank you as you ran your thumb along his cheek. That seemed to ease some of his nerves but there was something else. Before you could ask it seemed to already slip outta him.  

“I… I think I love you… ”

A beat of silence followed by a blink before the realization hits you. You feel your cheeks heat up as you try to find the words. But as his gaze caught yours, you looked at him with wide eyes as his was brimming with tears. The look on his face broke your heart, knowing this was very hard for him to do.Yet you were proud of him for saying so… it was a lot of emotions for you to process. So you did the first thing that came to mind. 

“I don't know if this is too soon or if ya not into that shit but i… w-what?” his voice stutters as you pull him into a hug, snuggling into his thick sweater. He tenses at first, unsure how to react but he slowly melts into the hug. 

"I love you too ya bone head.....” You whisper to him before giving him a kiss on the cheek “Thank you for telling me" 

He seems a bit taken aback by the kiss, completely taken unaware as it landed right on his warm, bony cheek. He’s still completely red in the cheeks, his heart starts racing again. The kiss made it completely skyrocket, feeling all warm underneath his shirt. He was still embarrassed from telling you his feelings because he wasn’t really very good at dealing with his emotions in general…but he wasn’t complaining… just very flustered.  

You couldn't help but laugh, overwhelmed with joy. As well as the look on San's face. Huh maybe you should've taken things slow? You weren't exactly the best with relationships, and you were a mess but... Sans said he loved you.... that was good enough for you. " So how are we gonna do this, Now that we’re officially dating?" you couldn't help but ask, slightly nervous. It's not like things were going to be any different right? 

“Well… what do you wanna do?” He says, grinning. His eyes are completely locked on yours with a shy, flirty look in his eyes as he takes your hands in his once again. “I mean do we do what we’ve always done? Or like…” his cheeks start getting red again, him still having to get used to all the lovey-dovey couple stuff that went with dating.

You couldn't help but mimic San's shyness, instinctively averting your eyes occasionally looking back. You weren't usually this nervous, but you weren't used to “proper” relationships or dating... or couple stuff.... You felt a little overwhelmed. You didn't know why, you were fine just before thinking that you two were together. Why should it be any different now?  "Um.... im not sure.. also for the record i'm not really good at the whole lovey-dovey dating thing.... I would be just fine if we didnt what we’ve been doing ya know? " you say anxiously, your voice trailing off at the end. Your heart felt like it was beating outside your chest... and your stomach felt kinda sick. 

“Like yeah I steal your sweater and stuff, you and I flirt and make lewd comments back and forth. we cuddle a lot, occasionally get touchy and shit but I can't….. I don't know if I can do uh…I can’t…” 

Sans eyes widened as you spoke, kinda understanding what you were getting at. He gently stroked his phalanges along your knuckles. He reached his free hand out to stroke the side of your face tenderly. His fingers were cold but soothing on your skin, stopping you mid ramble. He could already tell that you really had no idea about romance or all the cutesy coupley stuff and that you were uncomfortable or unsure about doing anything more. 

He sighed as he pulled you into him, your back against his chest. “Darlin’ we don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t wanna do. ‘Kay?” 

You thank him slightly, hugging his arms around your waist. Grateful that you didn't need to explain yourself and that he was already on board. You look up at him, grinning as he flashed his pretty smile, his gold tooth glinting in the light. You felt safe in his arms, loved under his gaze. And you know too that he felt loved by you. You close your eyes as you hear Sans purr softly, feeling the vibrations from his rib cage against your back. It’s like everything is okay when you’re with Sans. 

… You two were going to be fine

Authors Note:

I wasn't expecting to write another Underfell Sans oneshot and yet here we are…. i also have another oneshot for him lined up but that's gonna be a while. I guess he's my favourite right now? writing wise anyways, I'm trying give love to my other skeletons such as UF and US papyrus, a US Sans oneshot that was requested, Some FSG Sans because theres is not enough content for my man and im so upset!! Like come on!! I'm trying to write as much as i can but its hard because motivation has been lacking and I've been working late nights at my job but hopefully i'll write more soon. Y'all seemed to enjoy my last UF Sans oneshot so hopefully you'll like this one. :) <3 (have i edited this, yes. Do i think its shit writing…. also yes. But i swear i need to post it because this one is "finished" and if i dont post this one now imma still be editing and rewriting it for another few months)

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

21: Aren't You Sweet?

A/N: Just realized that 70% of this fan-fiction is going to be/has to be me finding new ways to make MC and Sans yapp to each other about stupid shit and/or serious shit because Undertale is all about exhausting the dialogue. Will I run out of things to make these characters talk about? Let’s go gambling find out!

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Finding the little shop takes as long as Sans said it would. You didn’t mind it at all, you two managed to talk about useless things for that walk so it wasn’t boring. Sans tells you about the neighboring monsters, how they are, and the ones he’s most friendly with. And by that, he refers to the monsters who know his name and won’t tell him to fuck off politely.

“Really? But it seemed like those people at Grillby’s really liked you.” You furrow your brows.

He shrugs his shoulders, “eh, i’m a real hit or miss when it comes to makin’ friends. you wouldn’t believe how many of these guys hate puns.”

“Whaaat? But they’re always a rib-tickler!”

“right? they’re so humerus, too. i’m just an unappreciated master at my craft.”

“Dang, just like that one bitch who cut off his ear.”

“…who?”

“Vincent van Gogh. He was the guy of all time.”

“did you know him personally, or what?”

You sigh wistfully, “Man, I wish. I could’ve fixed him.”

“…” Sans’ smile strains, “i don’t think there’s much fixing a guy who willingly cut off his ear.”

“That’s what you think,” You smile, pointing at the building not too far ahead. “Hey, is that the shop?”

“yeah, yeah. that’s the one. huh, looks more rundown than i remembered.”

“Crap. You know, I’d totally step up as a hero to help reconstruct this place, and I meant to learn about it, but I just forgot to.”

“learn about what?”

“Carpeting.

“ah.” Sans nods, “there are monsters whose jobs are to do that stuff, anyway. besides, a human with a heart of gold-”

HOW DOES HE KNOW?!

“-and a pure soul? how original.”

Oh, wait. He was just teasing you with a prevalent phrase.

“Ah-ha ha, yeah… Uh, well you know, shouldn’t those kinds of stereotypes be welcomed? Or would you rather I have been a dick-ass human?”

“no, no. by all means, be that fairy-tale human we all know you can be. actually, if you can be like that one princess with glowing hair so we can have an artificial sun, that would be so great.”

You roll your eyes as you two stop in front of the store, “You see, I totally would, but I’m more interested in checking this place out.”

“great transition, bud,” Sans snorts a short laugh, opening the door first, “lady’s first.”

You give your thanks as you stroll in, taking in the sights of the small, cozy shop. It’s really familiar, probably because it looks like that bunny’s shop in the main area of Snowdin but just a little bit bigger. The lights are dimmer, but you appreciate it since it’s easier on the eyes. There aren’t any customers in here, however, there’s a monster man behind the register who catches your eye.

He’s pitch black everywhere, and small wisps of black smoke rise from his hair, reminding you of Grillby. Strangely, his facial features gave off a white outline that allowed you to see his expression very clearly. His shirt is green and unbuttoned, letting you see the white shirt underneath. He’s resting his cheek against his hand, reading a book on the counter without giving you two the time of day. His ears are interesting, vertical, and thick in a way you’ve never seen before. He looks tall, but then again monsters are proving to be larger than expected because of their inhumanity.

Hmm…

Inch resting.

This doesn’t look like the old lady Red Bird was talking about… This might just be another employee then. Sans gestures for you to go talk to the shadow monster, leaning against the door to wait for you. You nod at him and walk to the counter with a polite smile.

You put your hands on the counter and clear your throat, “Hello, there!”

The guy looks up and does a double take, widening his eyes at you. You think it’s supposed to be some kind of blush, but white, diagonal lines appear on his cheeks. Bro is so anime, you’re sure Alphys would love this guy.

“Uh, yes-Er-uh–” The monster clears his throat very violently, leaning back on his hand at an awkward angle. “-Yeah, whatever. Hi.”

…Okay… That happened.

“So, uh,” Oh, he’s still talking. “you’re not from Snowdin, right? Where uh, where you from?”

…Is… huh? Is what you think is happening happening right now?

You’re not sure how you feel about this if you’re completely honest. You see Sans from the corner of your eye, his smile is straining, and he looks just as confused as you do.

“Ah, I’m uh, I’m from uptown Snowdin? But I thought I should get out of my comfort zone when looking for a job.” You tell him.

“Oh, so you’re here to… apply…?”

You nod, “Yeah, speaking of which, I thought an older lady ran this place?”

The shadow monster nods in turn, “Yeah, yeah. My granny. She’s not here today, but I usually take care of the place even when she is here.”

“Oh, cool! So, I mean, how about it? Are you looking for some extra hands on Mondays and Tuesdays?”

The man pouts, “Just Mondays and Tuesdays…?”

You scrunch up your nose, “Is that a big problem-”

“-NO NO! Not at all! I-I mean, it’s slow here anyway, so you’d just be bored here if you stayed too long.” He widens his eyes, his strange blush deepening, “I-I forgot to introduce myself, sorry. I’m uh, I’m Pollux.”

Oh nice, like the star! You probably shouldn’t say anything though because this Pollux guy seems like he’ll latch onto any nice words you’ll say to him. He seems nice, but you don’t have the energy to entertain someone like that.

“It’s nice to meet you, Pollux. You can call me [Y/n].” You drum your fingers on the counter, “So… Uhm, would now be a good time for an interview, or do I need to fill out an application first, or-”

“Right, let me–I’ll be right back!”

Pollux closes his book (rip, he didn’t put in his bookmark first) and goes through the back door behind the counter in a hurry, accidentally slamming the door behind himself. You look back at Sans, that fucker hand his hand over his grin, shoulders shaking in an attempt to quiet his laughter.

How dare he laugh at your misery? It’s not your fault you can draw in bitches left and right, if anything he should feel sorry for you! Oh, to be cursed with Main Character energy.

“wow, that was pretty impressive,” Sans whispers loud enough for you to hear, “you really do attract all kinds of attention, huh?”

You groan in embarrassment, “You be quiet with that! Can’t you be sympathetic about this? Ugh, I wish Elliot was here, he could fix this.”

“who’s that? friend of yours?”

“Yeah, my best friend. We looked like a gay couple when we stood next to each other so we just scared away the hoes.” You sigh at his memory, “But alas, you don’t make us look like a gay couple. We look too hetero together.”

“…i thought we silently agreed to not bring those types of conversations outside the house.” Sans then realizes something, “wait, what do you mean gay couple?”

You can’t respond since Pollux comes back out at that moment. He’s holding a few papers and sets them down on the counter in front of you with an awkward smile. Glancing over it lets you know it’s pretty standard, but some of the things you might need help with from Sans since “Monster Family Type” is not something you know how to answer.

“We have another person working here Mondays through Thursdays so you’ll be seeing her, too. She’s uh… not very reliable.” Pollux’s expression twists into something unpleasant, “I hope you can get along with her. Hell knows that I can’t.”

You can’t help but grin, “Finally dropped that nonchalant act, huh? That’s good, I’d rather be friends with someone who’s true to themselves.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

Pollux blushes tenfold as he hides his face behind his hands. The strange smoke that rose from his hair intensified to his emotions. You almost want to sigh and scold yourself, but you’re not given a chance to do anything.

“Oh, o-okay! I–Uh! Yeah, no I-I was just uh, I was testing you! For-For your judge of character, yeah!” He lowers his hands and runs them through his hair, looking away from you with a bashful look, “You uhm, tha-that application can be done whenever. If… If you bring it by next Monday, you can probably start the same day, too.”

You nod along to his words, listening to him yapp while thinking about Grillby because the motherfucker is so fine.

The place here is so dead, but you’re not going to complain about having an easy job especially since Pollux is going to be easygoing enough to just hire you like that. He asks you a few more questions before you can tell he’s just trying to keep you around for a casual conversation. You feel so bad but you’re not really interested and you’ll have a chance to talk to him anyway another day.

“Well, I better get going,” You interrupt Pollux with a smile, “I have a few more errands to run and I kind of want to spend today at home after, so…”

His smile drops slightly but tries to cover it up just as fast, “Oh, yeah. Sor-Uh, I sho-I gotta do inventory anyway, so yeahhh. I’m pretty busy.”

“Cool! Don’t wanna get in your way then,” You nod, already beginning to walk back toward Sans, “Have a good day, Pollux. See you on Monday!”

He reaches his hand out to you before lowering it, “Yeah, I–Yeah, see ya…!”

“Let’s get going, Sans.”

“uh-huh.”

The skeleton, watching the whole time and thus understanding your desire to escape, already had the door open for you. You thank him as you walk out of the shop, sighing in relief when you hear the door close behind him.

“wow. that was… a show.” Sans snickers, “you sure about this place, [y/n]?”

“It should be fine, I think,” You shake your head, “Let’s get going. I meant it when I said I just wanna relax now.”

Well, he won’t argue with that. Dang, who knew you had that much game? You literally just walked in there and that guy was whipped! Sans recognizes that monster, too. Pollux is what the world categorizes as a “hidden boss” but he’s not actually a boss monster. As far as he’s aware, Toriel and Agore still stand as the only Boss Monsters in the underground. Anyway, he always knew Pollux was that type of person, but it’s still funny to witness every time. You should be safe working there, he knows Pollux isn’t the type to do anything since he’s all bite.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask,” You start suddenly, “the first day I moved in with you guys, you and Papyrus mentioned someone named Undyne? You said she was an authoritative figure, too. Mind telling me about her?”

Ooh, it’d be good to actually tell you, so Sans does.

“he’s the head of the royal guard, paps trains with her pretty regularly. hm, what can i really say about her? she’s rough around the edges when you first meet her, but reliable to everyone around her. heh, you’d probably get along with her…”

You purposely fall for his words trailing off. Yes, you know this already but you need Sans to tell you first. “But…?”

“...but she’s probably the biggest hater towards humans like you. oh, ‘specially ‘cause you’re an adult? she’d take your soul in a heart-beat.” That pun was weak, but Sans didn’t like how bleak he sounded, “she doesn’t come around here often, but… you know.”

“Yeah… I do…”

Sans furrows his bonebrows, “hey, don’t sweat it, [y/n]. i promised toriel that i’d take care of you, and well… we’re friends now too, so i wanna make sure you’re okay too anyway. i’m sure my bro feels the same way.”

“That’s good. I-I hate being restricted, but I know that it means I really shouldn’t go places without you or Papyrus. Undyne seems pretty dangerous.”

“like i said, she doesn’t come here all that often. she mainly just stays in the waterfalls, which is just down the road from our place. so you can still go where you want on your own if you really want, just probably not that way.”

You smile weakly, “Ah, you know, if I’m being completely honest here… I’m not really in a hurry to leave Snowdin. I don’t want to die, Sans. Is… Is it bad that I don’t want my soul to be taken? Even though I know that my soul could be the key to help free you all. Is it bad that I don’t want to do it?”

Sans huffs a small laugh, his smile softening without him realizing. Damn, you know what? He doesn’t want you to get your soul taken, either. 

“No,” Sans says softly, “it’s not bad at all.”

Maybe that’s all you two need for now to come to a small understanding.

A/N: I'm scared that if I draw that npc monster that there's gonna be at least one person who's gonna say "i wont him in my mouth" and that's cool and all, but sans is already fighting for his spot in this fic against GRILLBY on Wattpad, Quotev, AND Ao3 and he's barely in this damn fic 😭

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do a sans x reader (preferably fem but it's ok if not!) where like it's a first kiss scenario?? So sorry to bother you! Have a great day!

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First Date

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You had been dating Sans for five months now and there had been zero mentions of kissing.

With a guy like him, every step of the relationship was casual, just like the nature of the relationship itself. Your first date had been at the casual bar Grillby’s, the first time he said “I love you” had been after you made him a bowl of Mac and Cheese, and yet the first kiss still hadn’t happened.

You assumed it would be a quick peck at some random time, like when you were just about to leave for the store or about to go to Grillby’s.

That was until today.

You two had taken a nap together on the couch, and when you both woke up, you realized your faces were very, very close to each other. You were about to make some sarcastic joke about it, but you were quickly moved off by him before you could. Sans’ eye lights were dim as he awkwardly laughed, forcing himself up and off the couch to exit to a different room.

Hmm, strange. It wasn’t like Sans to get quiet over something so easy-to-make-a-joke-about.

A few hours later, you two were making lunch together - or rather, you were heating up the oven to bake some pre-packaged meat pies while Sans was slouching over the kitchen table. The two of you were making idle conversation, and you decided to bring up what happened before.

“Hey, sorry if waking up so close to each other made you uncomfortable,” You casually said, “Next time we nap, I’ll try to be a bit further away so that doesn’t happen.”

Sans huffed out a laugh, “Nah, you’re good. Just caught me off guard. Rest assured, I’m completely fine.”

“Booo, lame,” You replied, putting the pies into the now heated oven, “D tier pun.”

“Not fair, I’m starved for material. Empty stomach, empty mind.”

“Man, didn’t know you were so hungry 24/7,” You jabbed, Sans chuckling.

“Ouch, how hurtful… but yeah, I just need more warning if you’re gonna be right next to my face like that,” Sans continued.

“Oh, you just don’t like me near your face?” You asked, now turning to face the Sans as you leaned against the counter, arms crossed.

“No, not like that, more like- just-” Sans huffed, it was rare to see him at such a loss for words, “It’s real intimate, y’know?”

“Gotcha. Next step you’re not really ready to take? Is that why we haven’t kissed yet?” You asked nonchalantly.

While the question seemed like no big deal to you, it was the opposite for Sans. His body tensed, his eye lights went black, and his smile was strained.

“Woah, sorry, didn’t mean to-”

“I…” Sans swallowed despite not having a throat, “Kissing is uh, heh, I didn’t know that was something you wanted to do yet.”

“Well, I mean, if you’re not okay with it,” You calmly replied.

It was strange to see Sans so on edge, he was usually so smooth and collected, always had every situation under control. Right now, he seemed to be a nervous mess in comparison to that unflinching laidback personality.

“I never said I… wasn’t okay with it,” He choked out, “But I just know kissing is a big deal for a lot of people.”

“Doesn’t have to be a big deal,” You shrug off, “If you wanna do it, I’m down to do it. Don’t feel pressured, though, we’re not in any rush.”

Sans immediately jerked out a laugh, now completely leaning into the table at his back. You decided to leave it there, turning your attention to the pies that only had a few minutes left to go.

“I’m gunna go get the TV ready, you stay here and take out the pies when they’re done.”

You left the kitchen and turned on the TV, switching the channels until you reached Mettaton’s. He was in the middle of some sort of broadcast with someone, and you muted it as you waited for Sans.

When the pies were ready, he brought them out for the two of you. He quietly sat down next to you without a word, and he still had a tense feeling to him. You were starting to think you might’ve crossed a line with him.

“I’m sorry about mentioning the whole kissing thing. If you’re not into it, that’s fine,” You begin, “If you want, we can just leave it there, no more talking about it. Kissing isn’t for everyone, I get that not everyone would want to.”

“I want to,” Sans stated.

You went quiet, your gaze now completely on him.

He slightly turned to you, and he quickly put his plate down, “I mean, if you're fine with it. I'm fine with it, you’re fine with it, so, uh,”

You chuckle, moving closer to him, “Man, so weird seeing you nervous. You’re like, never nervous.”

He went quiet, his arms slightly raising as you pulled your hand up his back. When you reached his left shoulder, he brought his hand up to cup your cheek. He didn’t seem to be so antsy anymore, as the gentle touch brought his lazy smile back.

“Well, I’m gunna tibia honest, I was scared you weren’t gunna be too fond of kissing a skeleton,” He admitted, the two of you getting even closer, “Don’t exactly have any lips.”

“Yeah, well, you’re lucky that I practiced kissing with a celebrity poster on my wall as a teenager,” You quietly joked, “No lips on him either.”

That got a laugh out of him, “Man, how am I supposed to live up to a human celebrity? You just put a skele-ton of pressure on me, pal.”

You were practically whispering at this point with how close you two were, “You overuse that joke.”

“It’s a good joke,” Sans grinned, “So are we gunna kiss or just keep getting closer for the next hour?”

You grinned, cupping his cheek before you finally went in for it, your lips meeting his teeth.

Okay, wow, this definitely wasn’t what you were expecting. It was exactly like kissing a smooth, warm wall. But hell, it was incredibly enjoyable anyway, because that wall was the funniest, most charismatic, warm-hearted wall around.

You smiled into the kiss as you pictured a wall with all those attributes, and you leaned more into the kiss so Sans could get a good idea of just how much you love him.

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Authors note: Tysm for the request!! I love writing these types of prompts, I find them so cute!! Also, you’re not bothering me at all, the whole reason I opened this blog was so I could write stuff like this❤️❤️Feel free to send in another request anytime, I hope u enjoy the fic!!

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How would these people react, if they found someone who snuck in their house and crashed on their couch for the night?

(Sans, Papyrus, Grillby, Muffet, Alphys, Undyne, Red, Edge, Uf! Alphys and Uf!Undyne)

Undertale Sans - Uh. I mean, he could do something about it but he could also act like he didn't see anything and let Papyrus deal with that later. That seems like a situation that Papyrus could deal with better than him. Papyrus is the social one. Added to that, the guy appears comfy, he would feel bad to wake them up. He's not that discreet and all the noise he made didn't even wake them up so they must really need the sleep. He can respect that.

Undertale Papyrus - He's a bit confused as to why there's a random human on his couch, but he just assumes Sans knows it already since Sans is home, so it's probably normal. Did Sans just forget to warn him? He's mad at his brother. He wasn't even here to welcome their guest! He feels like a terrible host now. And added to that, the poor guy seems cold. Papyrus fetches another blanket and carefully covers the human with it. He's so confused when the human is gone in the morning and with his blanket added to that! Rude!

Undertale Undyne - .... She slowly gets close and then just screams "WAKEY WAKEY SLEEPING BEAUTY", making the poor human jump out of their skin. Undyne menacingly asks them what they're doing here and how they entered the house. The poor guy tries to justify while retreating to the door, then makes a run for the exit. Nuh-uh. Undyne does not let them go that easily and will chase them to the other side of the city if she has to. She actually doesn't really care about why there was a human in her house. Chasing humans is way more fun. Oh, she missed that look of pure terror on their face as they realized after 3 miles that she is still behind them.

Undertale Alphys - .... Oh. Alphys anxiously stays at the door of her own apartment. Man, she just wanted to go home and binge-watch her anime all night... But not only that guy is on her couch, but he's also in front of her television. After staring at the guy sleeping for a solid hour, completely still, she decides to call Undyne for help because she would like to have her couch back now. Her legs are hurting from standing up so long. She feels a little bad when Undyne flips the couch with the poor guy in it, waking them up quite abruptly.

Undertale Grillby - He was about to say something, but then he retracted. He doesn't know that man's name, but he knows it's one man from that group of homeless people who sometimes come to his bar in the winter to stay warm. He doesn't have the heart to ask them to leave. That's a problem though. After Sans and Papyrus, he didn't expect to welcome more homeless people. He guesses he is just too nice. He wakes the guy's up a few hours later and just gives them a burger and some fries, and he tells them they can stay here the time they need.

Undertale Muffet - Aw, you want to sleep on her couch? That's sweet? She traps the guy in a cocoon of spiderweb and then slowly hangs him on the ceiling without waking him up. That looks like a nice decoration in her house like this. Good luck getting out though, she's definitely not going to help.

Underfell Sans - The heck? He puffs up like an angry cat to look big and scary and asks the guy to explain what they're doing there. As the guy jumps in surprise, Red jumps as well, which kinda betrays he's also scared lmao. The man decides to try and run for the door. All Red sees though is the human charging him and it's too early for this man. He's teleporting out of the way and goes to hide behind the kitchen counter. Once they're gone, he still screams a small "yeah and don't come back asshole!" from behind his hiding place. He's so changing the locks of his house.

Underfell Papyrus - He goes full royal guard mode. His house has been invaded after all! He throws himself on the floor and crawls towards the couch like a commando on a mission. He then randomly jumps on the couch and slams the guy on the floor, screaming to decline their identity. The poor guy is screaming at the top of his lungs, begging Edge to not kill him while frantically trying to escape. Edge lets him go once he realizes the guy is actually no threat, which is kind of an insult, not going to lie. He knows the man won't come back anyway after what just happened.

Underfell Undyne - Storm is tired when she comes home from work and she doesn't want to deal with this crap. She grabs the guy by the pants, opens the window, throws them in the trash down her building, and closes the window. That's how you get rid of a problem. The poor guy wakes up to a free fall, that's pretty savage.

Underfell Alphys - The Queen said she can only experiment on things she finds at her place, not on random humans in the streets. That human is in her house, so that still counts, right? An evil smile lightens her face. She's going to have so much fun. Rip poor random human though.