#honestly I still really fuck with undertale but I just haven’t touched it in a while

[beethatwee]

There is litterally nothing you can throw at me and surprise me with when it comes to fandoms dude

I was DEEP into the countryhumans and undertale fandom for years

[bakersfield-row]

Haven’t done a reblog chain in a hot sec but eh I feel ok so might as well

I don’t really play video games so my list might look a little basic

1. Undertale - I used to be really into this game when I was in 5th-6th grade, back when it first released. I fucking obsessed over it, with most of the videos I watched at the time being undertale fan dubs. Even though I never completed the game then, I loved it to bits. At some point though, I kinda grew out of it. I never really outright hated the fandom, but I stayed far from it. I thought it was embarrassing that I nearly cried after reading an undertale comic, so I kinda just saw it as one of those things that you look back with embarrassment. I never touched the game until this summer, where I finally decided to play it again to cheer me up after some extremely traumatizing events. It was the first time I actually completed a true pacifist run, and I damn well nearly sobbed at the end. Several months later, I’m still kinda sad about it, how I wish one character got a happy ending, yet I’m glad the rest did. I was at an all time low when I played it, so it struck a really deep chord within me. It’s probably the only fandom I actually consider myself to be in; I read an undertale fanfiction that nearly made me ugly cry, which, like, isn’t very different to how I used to be in fifth grade, now that I think about it. I don’t know, I just think the game is neat, and I truly have never been the same since I played it.

2. Deltarune - of course I had to play it after the goddamn experience I had from Undertale. Undertale still holds a much more special place in my heart, but I’m still interested in Deltarune nonetheless. Honestly, a lot of the characters feel more thought out than some of the Undertale ones, and they’ve kinda grown on me more and more over the months. “Lost girl” and it’s hidden MIDI guitar cover really does make me empathize with the loneliness Noelle (or possibly a certain someone else) feels, and I sometimes feel embarrassed to say that it’s possibly one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard of. I’m really excited to play the rest of the chapters, whenever they come out.

3. A Short Hike - although I’m not as obsessed with this game as the previous two, I often consider it to be just as charming. It’s not really anything too endearing, I just think it’s a very sweet experience, something to put your mind at ease and relax. There really isn’t any set plot or story for it, you can just do fuck all with the game. It evokes this sense of exploration most of us have as a child, and while I never really experienced that feeling, this game helps me grasp an idea of it. I should probably play it again sometime, to be honest…

4. Minecraft - there really isn’t much to say about this one, mostly because I think we all experienced Minecraft sometime during our childhood. For a very long time, i spent most of my days with an iPad and making buildings for a city I never completed. I used this game to bond with people that have forever changed my life, for better or for worse. I’m really not into it nowadays, but I cannot ignore the sheer impact it had on how I came to be.

5. Roblox - I really couldn’t come up with another game other than this one. If I did, I would replace it, but I couldn’t. That being said, I grew up with Roblox as much as I did with Minecraft, and I have a lot of fond memories of playing with my family on it. Probably the first time I was involved with an online community, with devastating effects.

@willowplantcat @terrencetheshark14 @teavyy @tolbre @lee-hakhyun @afemwolfboy @msmoobutepic @your-resident-boat-person @kakaowymordulec @keenkryptonitenut @empress-of-dark2005

Minecraft, DDLC, Yandere Sim, FNAF, and Animal Jam 🫡

[waveridden]

Character ask: Margarito Nava and/or SCORES BASERUNNER :0c

oh GOOD questions. i do feel the need to disclaim like... if you’re not familiar with me... i have some particular takes on flowers lore (also hey if you’re following me and you haven’t read tam’s jacob haynes study you should read it and tell them how good it is, because oh my god, it’s so good) anyways my point is i’m gonna do this but it might not be what you expect. throwing under a cut bc it’s long

margarito nava

favorite thing about them

i love a good team captain... also xe seems like a tacky fashion icon and i always love that in a character

least favorite thing about them

i think margo is like... a better coach than a captain. being able to help people is different from being able to lead them

favorite moment

isn’t xe a fire eater. i fucking love that shit. my favorite character on every team is their fire eater

brOTP

beck!! i just really love the idea that they’re like... still in touch and close

OTP

it’s nic i wrote 9k about it obviously it’s nic

nOTP

i am not here to yuck any yums but i did see margo/inez at one point. i am no expert but it is my understanding that inez is bees. i have questions

random headcanon

talked about this on my nagomi post but like nagomi and margarito are twins and the flowers all know this and they’re all like oh cool margo’s sister is here! nagomi is very confused by this because the beams don’t treat margo like this

unpopular opinion

i don’t know the popular opinions uh. i think that margo needs a co-captain i think like... part of the problems that beck had as captain/coach/Everything were that she couldn’t do it all by herself and from an in-fiction perspective i find it hard to believe that whoever is captain next wouldn’t want help in order to prevent a similar kind of burnout. my proposal for co/deputy captain candidates are nic, scores, and hiroto

song i associate with them

margaritaville

also an aside from my personal life, the best thing that another person has ever said to me is “every time i look at you i just hear margaritaville in my head”

favorite picture of them

i am incredibly partial to this fanart purely bc i want that shirt

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scores baserunner

favorite thing about them

i’m going to be straight up i don’t know a lot about scores but i think her lore is ADORABLE... she just loves blaseball so much she named herself after it...

least favorite thing about them

not to be controversial or mean but does she have like... genuine character flaws because i don’t think “too smart” or “too nerdy” count

favorite moment

i do not know enough about scores to comment

brOTP, OTP, nOTP

lumping all these together because the short version is that i don’t have any. the long version is i would have to think about it but my knee-jerk idea is that she is friends with sandie turner (fellow mermaid!) and nandy fantastic (very cool fashionable person!) and honestly i think the ot3 there has potential. also she’s trans and she’s bi but it’s an abcd/anyone but cis dudes kind of bi

random headcanon

autistic. also really really likes spicy food

unpopular opinion

no comment

song i associate with them

i don’t have a specific song but like her spotify wrapped was all just disney channel original movie soundtracks

favorite picture of them

the art on the wiki is cute but also that person who’s been doing undertale sprites on twitter did a cute one of her!

[kae-karo]

Can you do an analysis on the last dan vs phil video?

hell yeah i can in the beginning…

nerds nerds nerds ‘in the beginning…..there was a tree…..’ cue phil’s lil laugh smh cowards release the footage of y’all recording this bit i would Die for it i wanna see y’all being cute-ass dorks together thanks

dan’s voice cracking tone when he’s trying to stop phil

‘n they didn’t tell anybody’ dumbasses u told three million people smh

the fucking dvp montage god this whole intro is just a testament to what dorks they are

‘emotional stability’ what the Fuck

we’re the only ones fighting for emotional stability here jfc

‘after,,,,,d- after da long ass time’ dan u spork

they pulled up the first clip of the dvp board i’m not sobbing ur sobbing

phil recognizing he’s doing the same intro voice i’m Soft

cute

dan forgetting what he was gonna say after his big ol dramatic ‘that is right everybody’ we stan a mess

“bitch there’s no space” did u mean

ahem anyway

phil ruining all dan’s dramatic storytelling gives me Life

how did i not know just dance 2 was one of their most popular vids???? it has 7.4m views??? (for anyone as curious as me, sims #1 has 8.2m and is the most popular, followed by just dance, then fnaf #1 with 7.2m then akinator of all things with 6.4m?)

phil liked yasuhati???? i stan immensely i loved yasuhati as y’all know

it’s a grand finale u spoons stop saying grand ‘final’ that just. sounds wrong lmao

dan spent an hour making that crown i’m crying he’s so cute as is phil’s reaction giggling at him 

they ran out of kitchen foil why did i need to know this

they literally fucking kept the present they crushed what’s wrong with them

‘look at what his ass did to this’ as if we don’t know what that ass do

dan keeping up the ‘i’ll ebay this’ joke i think someone’s catching the capita£ester

i love their adorable editing making each other disappear n phil chopping dan’s head off it’s endearing

cereal eating contest at least dan knows he’s lost (dan is the Actual psychic)

‘y’all fricken want us touching each other??? do you????? here ya fuckin go u animals enjoy’

me when dan makes bad innuendo puns

why does phil look so pleased with himself????

hi i know i say it every video but there is nothing more beautiful than phil looking at dan while he’s talking it just makes me weak????

he tongue

also important dan eye roll content

dnp each picking a game they think they can win and then they do win amazing

dan’s confused ‘should’ve put some in??? oh yeah i should’ve cheated’ immediately followed by his oh fuck yeah i probably should’ve

i would just like to point out that at this point we’re literally watching two dorks with their eyes shut psyching each other out for an entire thirty seconds

‘i’m getting so moist right now’ dan we already know ur kink is staring at phil okay we got it

phil looks like he knows he’s gonna win and i love him

why are they such dorks phil trying to make dan lose i’m being thrown violently back to pinof 4

also ofc dan has a strategy to win this of course he does of course i expect nothing less

i think dan,,,,,,broke the sound barrier there ;)

oi hi there lil rosy patch welcome back

caption this

‘it was the longest i’ve ever had my eyes open in my entire life’ dan is such a dramatic gay i love him like babe,,,,,,,u don’t have to hyperbolize everything okay

‘i don’t know why but i stared at u for like a minute’ ‘yeah’ 

dan screaming when phil touched the crown dan,,,,,,,do u have even one (1) ounce of chill

look i’ve never seen dan fixate so much on anything except phil

‘stop enjoying these rolling chairs so much’ hi daniel do u recall not a month ago when u wheeled ur bf around the flat bc i do recall u having a bit of fun there 

phil knowing he has noodly arms and dan immediately going ‘don’t u dare say that abt my husband’ is a mood

buster howell

dnp being terrified of snapping their arms in an arm wrestling contest is such a mood literally that’s like my reason for never ever wanting to arm wrestle

‘when i literally snap phil in half’ try not to look so pleased abt that dan

‘i’m not very good at fighting talk am i’ why did this immediately translate in my head to dirty talk katie u need to Stop with the phanfiction

oh my god they put the board down and my first concern was all the stickers were gonna get moved off or fall off or w.e

disappearing chins

sorry ik it’s been there but the cactus has fairy lights on it

nerds fighting over who moved who’s limbs

dan u can’t call phil out for leaning when ur leaning urself okay 

he looks exactly like he did in the dk vid

rosy patch, rosy patch, we love u lil rosy patch

hi phil’s lips look particularly pretty here

what’s wrong with them who gave them permission to be this cute n domestic

dan u can’t look that offended when u offered to play that game

(offended but fond is dan’s only mood toward phil)

doesn’t count what bloody doesn’t count daniel u dork

hi why are u so giggly looking at phil okay that’s not Legal

very dry eyes and an aching left arm, that’s how you know you’ve had a good time thanks dan thanks didn’t want that didn’t need it goodbye

the way he trails off into a laugh though that’s some good shit right there

“we said it at the same time” of course u did 

okay so pika @wlwphil​ said that dnp exist in a feedback loop of stupid bc they don’t talk to anyone but themselves i think this vid exemplifies that idea quite well tbh especially the rock paper scissors bit these nerds are so isolated in this lil loop that they massively psyche each other out over rock paper scissors i’m crying

“we know each other so well” hi yeah we know

i think it’s quite interesting that dan’s not interrupting phil like he usually would n talking over him? he’s letting phil talk? & waiting for a moment to interject?

dan puts in lil mind sneks does he phil does he really

dan having no plan which is his plan while phil’s got his first eight moves planned out 

dan’s lil shut up

okay okay okay hold up here i wanna talk abt this (hi anon who said i just like to talk abt everything u right son u right) these idiots are staring at each other n dan says ‘you should admit to them right now that i win most rock paper scissors’ and phil, whilst still staring at dan, says ‘he does’

phil. phil ur talking to ur audience. but ur staring at ur man. i’m just. this shook me. this truly genuinely shook me and idk i don’t even have a good explanation it’s just so,,,,,,,unlike them???? i guess??

phil nobody consented to this stop

i’m living for dan not realizing this

what,,,,,what

phil wins: face #1

face #2

break for the weird heartbeat in the background

phil trying to psyche dan out i love him

face #3:

if u notice we have a careful progression of dan going from slightly fond to more fond (but offended) to horrified but fond. phil goes from victorious to massively victorious to ‘i think the universe is about to explode from how victorious he is’

dan shouldn’t be allowed to sound so fond abt losing that’s illegal people can’t do that

the return of cannot believe

bow to me biatch

jiggly camera

i’ve invited ur mum ‘no u haven’t’ i find it super cute that literally every time there’s a ur mum joke directed at kath phil has to deny it?

dan’s sweatpants n slippers

dan pulling out the catti/bratty voices from undertale i love it

philip michael lester, with this…

oi don’t touch it!

now prance, king

dan’s cheeky lil grin

this guy

dan waiting patiently to be thanked

excuse me daniel and philip what did u cut out we went from y’all’s hands being down below shot and then they’re up next to ur face???? excuse me

hi we missed a lot that’s not allowed

cutes

sorry i love when dan does this with his lips it cute

phil has this incredible ability to deliver jokes with such seriousness i mean honestly it’s a genuine skill like???? when dan delivers jokes u Know it’s a joke but phil man,,,,,he could be completely serious if taken out of context

hi i just like that dnp called each other philip and daniel in this vid good content

yes phil all or nothings are valid

i’m here for them like indicating the other has to say some Significant thing at the end of the vids it’s real cute

[proxylynn]

Underfell: File Name not Edgy Enough #14

Chapter 14: Change

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

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Time passes slowly in my little booth. People come and go. The warmth of the bar is relaxing. The smell of fried foods and the scent of liquors mix in a strangely pleasant way. It's rather soothing really. And it's what I need right now. I need some time alone. Things with Grillby got really awkward and I just need to distance myself to reset mentally. Funny...Since the chat with Sans, that word has new meaning for me. Hard to really think that before I popped in, there was a kid running around with the power to alter time, at least in reverse, doing random shit. Fucking insane in the membrane type shit. The more I try to wrap my head around it, the more questions arise that I only have myself to answer because Sans for some reason is tight-lipped on things even for a guy without lips! Argh! I'm working myself up for no fucking reason! Just gotta calm down. Close my eyes. Take some nice long deep cleansing breaths. And everything is going to be fine. Yeah. Everything is going...to be...just...fine...

[Ding-a-ling]

My eyes blinked open at the sudden sound, one that my ears haven't picked up before. Seeing is a little on the hazy side, as for whatever reason, the bar is less lit than before. The only real source of illumination there is comes from the bar owner himself as he stands at the main door and, judging by the next sound I hear, has locked up for the night. That also explains the lack of other people in the building. The hell?

"Uh...Did I miss something?"

That has Grillby turn his head and smirk.

"Oh, so you've decided to wake up now? Heh...You need to work on your timing, pussycat."

I rub my eyes.

"I was sleeping? I barely closed my eyes for a minute."

"Oh yeah, you've been out of it for a while. Everyone has left. Gone home as they tend to do when I close. This is my place after all. My home. They don't have to go back home once out this door, but they can't stay here forever either."

Something isn't right.

"What happened with Sans and Papyrus?"

"Those two?"

He pulls the blinds over the door's window before moving to do the same with the larger bay window.

"They came by hours ago while you were snoozing. Sans tried to wake you but Papyrus was all pissy for, well, when is he not? One thing leads to another, and they left you where you laid. Something along the lines of 'you were not sleeping under their roof anyway' was said, whatever that means. So, not wanting to throw a lady out into the cold, you'll be staying here for the night. Or...Perhaps longer?"

I look at him funny for that.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't take it the wrong way..."

His task done, he makes his way over to my booth. His fire casting a mystical purple glow everywhere.

"Just going off Papyrus's tone, your time as a 'house guest' didn't meet his level of standers. Sans could handle you easily. Hell, I honestly think you do the guy wonders. I haven't seen him smile so much in ages. But Papyrus...I think he's happy to have you out of his metaphorical hair."

"But...That both does and doesn't make any sense."

"Such is life in a nutshell."

"But..."

He puts his hands on the table and suddenly things feel warmer.

"Look...I'm not going to force you to stay here. You can try to bang at their door and hope that Sans takes pity on you. Or in the very least, Papyrus puts you in that shed of theirs. Your only other options are to stay at the Inn or leave town. And I think we both know none of that is something you'll do. For one, the Inn is pricey and the staff can easily enter your room while you sleep. Two, you don't look like someone that handles cold as well as I do. And lastly, I think you have more dignity than to beg for sanctuary in an unwelcoming home."

I sigh and mentally kick myself. I dicked around too much with those that were willing to help me and now I'm all alone. Great. Fucking great! This is all my fault. I have no one to blame but myself for this.

"Lynsie..."

My name and his hand on my own break me from my loathing thoughts.

"I think you'll enjoy being with me. That is...If you'll give me a chance?"

Why? Why do I find him so charming? Why do I feel so safe around him? Why am I mesmerized by his seer aura? Why am I so weak to fall for any of this?

"Sure. Heh...What do I have to lose?"

Famous last words.

He smiles and gently takes me by the hand, helping me out of the booth. My legs must still be asleep because they give out and I crash into his chest. The heat. Lord, he is so hot, but in a good way. He exhibits expert control over his body's temperature unless he has to literally burn his point into an unruly patron, like a certain douche-cat. He holds me close and I end up clinging to his forearm with both arms, essentially hugging it to my chest. This heat. It calls to me. Begging my curiosity to explore. He quirks a fiery brow but doesn't complain, not even when I slide my fingers inside the sleeve of his dress shirt. My fingertips pass harmlessly through his flames and I'm entranced. Fascinating. I am fascinated by his body and the way it can feel so solid, like a corporeal form veiled in a hot rolling fire. The flames leave my fingers feeling tingly and I roll the fiery tendrils across my fingertips, stupidly forgetting that I'm holding onto his arm for a reason.

"Having fun?"

"Dude...You are so cool."

He chuckles in amusement, reaching with his free hand towards my face and cups my cheek to tilt it up towards him. I automatically freeze. His fire tingles even more on my face, almost like an electric spark rippling throughout my body. His flames dance along my skin, growing hotter yet not scalding.

"Grillby?"

"Is it wrong that I want to be selfish right now?"

Okay, brain, don't be dumb right now.

"That depends...How selfish are you wanting to be?"

He leans down, pressing his forehead to mine and locking eyes with me.

"Only a little bit. Nothing crazy. Would that be alright?"

I need some space to breathe. The air is so thick around Grillby right now that I can barely seem to keep from panting. I feel so confused. Is he just a natural flirt? Does flirt with other patrons when I'm not around? Is he ever like this with someone else? I shake my head and break away from him, not going very far due to still shitty wobbly legs, so I use the booth seat to hold myself up.

"What are we doing?"

"Is something wrong?"

He strides forward and I step backward until my back is literally against a wall. A purple glow washes over me as he looms above, planting a hand on either side of my head, effectively stopping my escape.

"This...This feels weird."

"Weird good or weird bad?"

"Just...weird."

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"Not really..."

I can't seem to make myself look at him directly, so I just end up staring at his tie.

"Is it because I'm a monster?"

"N-No! God, no. If anything that's a sweet bonus."

He grins and brings his head down to be side mine.

"Have you ever been with someone?"

I shiver and he draws his head back.

"You've never been kissed, haven't you?"

"I kissed a boy once when I was a dumb kid. But I don't count it. We all do dumb shit when we're kids."

"But that wasn't a real kiss. What I asked was if you ever been truly kissed. To experience a sudden rush from simple contact as you share trust with someone else. Have you never really done that?"

I fold my arms and look at the floor. I feel like a fool for some reason. Like I'm less of a person.

"Would you like to be?"

"Like to be what?"

"Would you like to be kissed?"

I blink several times before looking at him in disbelief.

"W-What?"

He simply smiles warmly.

"You heard me."

"...Don't tease me. I'm not in the mood to be toyed with."

"Who said I'm lying? I want to kiss you."

"...Why?"

"Heh...Wow. Never thought I'd have to explain this to someone."

"I'm getting annoyed now."

He suddenly pulls me forward, using the surprise to drape my arms around his neck, his body going flush against mine. He feels even hotter now that we're lined up with each other and I'm turning bright red. His arms slide around me, one across my lower back and the other feeling the exposed skin on the back of my neck.

"I know it might seem strange. What with we barely knowing each other. But tell me where it says that someone can't develop feelings to someone else just after one meeting?"

I remain silent as I can't really counter that. I can't control how he feels. That's his choice. And apparently, he chooses to like me.

"Well?"

"...I guess that's fine."

I feel his fingers move under the bandanna and brush against the sensitive skin. My face flushes slightly at the feeling, his touch tingles pleasantly as he traces small designs in the flesh. It feels nice. So nice that I start to relax, resting my head on his shoulder and sighing calmly against his flames. Grillby chuckles, one of his arms tightening, pulling me closer to him.

"So...If I may ask again...Can I kiss you?"

It feels so close to what I'd call a lover's embrace. To feel this want and care from another person. I want this. I want to feel this more.

"Yes. You can..."

Grillby pulls my head back and before I even have a chance to ask what he's doing, he kisses me hard. Kissing a man made of literal fire is a new experience indeed. His face is as solid as his body, but his mouth is much hotter than the rest of his flames I've felt and is kind of steamy in terms of wet heat. His tongue is solid, for the most part, but it seems to have a wispy flame that's capable of curling and winding around my own, encasing it with heated tingling magic that steals my breath as it turns my body to jello. Luckily, Grillby has a solution for this and he pins me against the wall, one hand forcing my back to arch my chest to press against his. I'm freaking out internally, so much so that I'm certain that my heart is beating hard enough that he can feel the beating with ease.

God damn, he's hot!

I know I'm the noob in all this, but I know when someone outclasses me by a huge margin. He is no doubt an expert kisser. His sharp mouth catches my bottom lip in a tender nibble and my fingers impulsively try to dig into his back. His flames are crackling and popping, a slight groan escapes him in one of his exhales that, oddly enough, sets my own heart on fire with desire. Who knew moans could be a turn on? He breaks the melding of our mouths to trail kisses along the side of my neck. I tilt my head, giving him better access and he smirks against my flesh. I grip the collar of his dress shirt with both hands, using it as a tether to reality as his every touch makes me feel dizzier and dizzier.

"You have no idea how much I want you."

This sultry burn in his voice has me shudder and a weak moan escapes me at the feel his sharp teeth grazing along my nape. This makes him look at me rather heatedly.

"Shall we take this inside? Say...to my bedroom~?"

I may be swooning over this burning hunk but I'm not that over the hill.

"Hmmm...I dunno. I think I need some more...convincing~."

He chuckles while pulling slightly out of our hold.

"Is that so? Well then...As your host, I will make sure to satisfy all your needs~."

Oh my god, what did I just unleash?

One hand loosens his tie while the other begins to unbutton his dress shirt, all done as he never even takes his eyes off of my brightly blushing face. Once his tie is pulled loose, he slings it into the floor and shirt opens to reveal the body it dressed. I'm in awe. Somehow, he has a muscular definition beneath the flames dancing across the surface. I'm compelled to touch him. He merely smiles as my hand timidly reaches out to him, my fingertips tingling with the first touches before my whole palm rests on him. My fingers splay across his chest, feeling the hardened planes, dips, and divots of a man in prime shape.

"Just when I get used to you...You only get more interesting."

"Heh...Glad to hear it, pussycat. Feel free to partake of anything and everything on this menu."

He teases and honestly, I am very tempted to do so.

"You look unsure."

"I'm just...I don't know why, but I have this odd feeling like this is wrong."

"To be fair, it kind of is. Monsters and Humans being together has been the taboo for ages. But some rules are meant to be broken. The war is over, dear. So why fight these feelings when we can make love instead?"

He grabs my chin, his face so close to mine that his eyes take up most of my vision.

"What do you say, pussycat?"

"...That was both sweet and corny at the same time."

"God, you're cute."

He abruptly pulls our hips firmly against one another.

"That innocence...It makes my soul burn."

He grinds his pelvis into mine and I can feel a distinct firmness pressing against my thighs. Needless to say, the grin he has from seeing how wide my eyes get is massive.

"Careful, if you keep that look for too long it'll stay that way."

I don't get to make a remark as he captures my lips in a deeply heated kiss. Using that to his advantage, he slides his hands down to grip my ass before lifting me off the ground, getting between my legs, and pinning me to the wall with his body. This traps my hand on his chest and the other hooks around his neck for better support, though all it really does is smoosh our faces together even more. Man, this is so not like me. I would be voicing this to stop if he wasn't grinding harder against me and I shamefully like it. Damn him! Why is he so good?! I break the kiss and pant from the sheer heat of it all.

"Grillby..."

"Yes?"

That jagged smirk of his is one made knowing he has complete power over me. The air around him really is humid right now. I feel like I'm breathing in pure heat. I think I might even be sweating.

"Tell me, Lynsie...Speak to me what you desire."

He rolls his hips particularly hard and I lose it. Eyes lulling back as my jaw drops.

"Ffffffuck...I want you..."

There go the magic words he's been waiting for. He growls a moan and he bites into my neck hard.

"You're mine."

He burns possessively into my flesh and his fire begins to consume me. Pain engulfs my being.

"Grillby!"

"Mine...Now...And forever..."

[Crash]

My eyes shoot open with a startled gasp at the sudden abrupt sound. A beer mug had slipped off the dogs' poker table. My eyes dart all around. The bar is how I remembered it. Well lit, people in it, things being normal. Then that means the experience I just had was nothing more than just a dream. A very messed up dream. My body is still feeling the effects of it. I'm trembling, my breathing is rapid, and for some reason, my soul is threatening to come out while glowing a strange pink. I hide this glow behind my hands, feeling very exposed by its presence. What the fuck was that all about anyway? And why did it feel so real? Oh god, why did I like it? Wait, had I not woken up, would I have fucked dream Grillby? Does Grillby even have a dick? How would a Monster like him have sex anyway? It was probably just my head giving him a dick because that's what it guesses by just looking at him. Dude looks like a human but on fire, yeah, he has a dick. What the fuck is wrong with my subconsciousness?!

"Pussycat?"

I nearly leap out of the booth from Grillby's voice. The man finished cleaning the mess and is checking on my unusual behavior as any decent person would.

"Are you alright?"

He looks at me with concern and I try not to picture him as the same guy I just naughty dreamed about.

"*nervous* Y-Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay."

"Are you sure? You don't look so hot?"

I dry swallow a lump in my throat. Flashes of that dream coat him in my eyes. God, he's so fucking hot!

"I...I had a weird dream...I'm just...I..."

I can't seem to get the words out.

"Must've been one hell of a nightmare if it's got you this shaken. Why don't I bring you something to drink. Sipping on something tends to have a calming effect."

I nod my head and he leaves me. I sneak a peek behind my hands, the glow is still there and I don't know for how much longer it will last. I'm so uncomfortable and warm. How long was I sleeping? Will Sans and Papyrus be coming soon? God, I've never wanted to go home more in my life. He returns with, surprisingly, a coffee mug that contains soda.

"I hope this helps."

I just stare into the bubbling mug.

"I hope so too."

I wait for him to leave so I can grab the mug without him seeing this glow, but for some damn reason he is just standing there and watching me.

"Is this a new form of drinking? Stare at it long enough and it will go into you?"

"I'll drink it. I just...have things on my mind..."

"What kind of things?"

"Just...things..."

I refuse to take my eyes off the mug. I fear looking at him will only make this weirdness increase. Grillby sighs and rubs his forehead in thought of his own.

"Look...Is this because what that idiot said? Don't let some drunk's ramblings get to you."

"That's not it."

"Are you upset with me?"

"No."

"Then why won't you look at me."

"Because."

"Because why? Talk to me. I can help."

"Stop it."

"Pussycat?"

"Leave me alone!"

I didn't mean to snap at him. But at this point, I'm frightened. The glow is getting stronger and I can feel my soul pushing against my hands, trying to force its way out. Grillby on his end did not like this.

"What's with you? Why are you acting like this? Why won't you just...look..."

His words taper off in confusion as the glow becomes noticeable to him, my hands not being able to hide it as well anymore.

"Lynsie?"

Hearing my name leave him sets off something in my soul and it pushes harder to come out. I'm now clawing my fingers into my chest just to keep this shield I'm making from coming undone.

"Okay...*wince* This is starting to hurt now..."

Putting two and two together, Grillby's eyes widen and he sits beside me, trying to use his natural light to hide mine. Meanwhile, my brain is having a freaking panic attack because the hot guy that caused all this is now pulling me against his side and has his arms around me to add his own weight to my efforts.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhhhh...You need to calm down. I'll talk you through this. I just need you to trust me."

I know why he's doing this. The monsters in the bar don't know what a human looks like, that's the good news. The bad news is, they know what a human soul looks like. And if this baby were to be spotted shining like the freaking sun, well, I can kiss my ass goodbye as I'd be a dead human for sure.

"W-What do I do?"

I try to keep my voice down, though gritting my teeth in pain isn't helping much.

"Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Do it."

I'm a bit reluctant as I know how my head works. It tends to go wild with imagination when able to not focus on the real world. But I can't fight this on my own. I do as told.

"Now what?"

"You need to think sad thoughts. The more painful the better."

"...Why?"

"I'll explain after we get your soul under control. Now please..."

"Okay."

I think back. Way back into my memory. I know a particularly sad point to look for. I like to think everyone can remember the first time they felt certain emotions. For me, I remember the first time I knew sadness...it was also the first time I knew of death.

I was but a child of age five. Mom was enrolling my brother and me into school. I wasn't excited about that. It was late, my brother came running into the house screaming for mom over and over with something in his hands. While coming back home, he spotted something white in dark grass and when he got closer it turned out to be a newborn kitten. Poor thing, couldn't be more than maybe an hour or two old and the poor baby was, unfortunately, being swarmed by ants. Not wanting to leave this creature to die, since the mom was nowhere, he rushed it home and mom was able to wash off the attacking bugs. The cries it made, strong and loud with life. We named the kitten Fate, calling it a blessing that it was able to escape such a twist in its luck. We made a makeshift bed for it out of a laundry basket, stuffed it with a thick blanket and a hot water bottle to have it simulate being with a living cat. I recall mom feeding it for a long time before she made us go to bed. By morning, the kitten was still with us. Mom fed it as she did us. The thought of this kitten joining our family made my day. Not even the school junk damped my mood. But of course you can't bring a kitten with you to school, so we left Fate with our grandparents until we got back. I remember so clearly petting that sweet little baby and wishing it pleasant dreams. Time passes quickly in the mind of a child. I don't remember the school part of this day at all. But when we came back to their house, the first thing I did was run to that kitten as fast as I could. I was so happy to see it. I picked it up...and it wasn't moving. I held it close...and I didn't feel it breathing. I remember the tears started to fall before I tried calling for help. I went to my Nana and the words left me without thinking. "Fate's dead!" I had never known of death. To this day, I still have no clue how I knew what it was. But I knew it. Mom tried to console me. It didn't work. When dad came home from work, we placed Fate in a perfume box and buried him directly under what at the time was our parents' bedroom window. In time, that became my room when dad added another room to the house so my brother and I didn't share a room. I would whisper to that window each night and tell Fate that I missed them. We may have only had Fate for less than a day, but that kitten left a huge impact on my heart. Time kept going. Mom and Dad split up. We lost the house and moved in with the grandparents. But we lived in the same neighborhood so I was always able to visit Fate. Even when I was a teen and the house came down, I would still visit the grave site. But then...After grandpa died, Nana lost her home too. We all had to move and we moved so far away too, another part of the state. I never got to say goodbye. I've lost Fate all over again. It hurts so much!

"Shhhhhh...It's okay, pussycat...It's okay...You're okay..."

Grillby's voice is so soft. But hearing it turns my senses back on and I realize what's happening. I am clinging to this man and sobbing into his shoulder like a baby. For the most part, his clothes protect him from my tears. But as more soak him, the liquid sadness starts to seep deeper, barely touching him and making the faintest sizzling sound as it evaporates. I let him go and use the bandanna to wipe my face.

"Sorry...*sniffle* Got lost in the memory. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

He shakes his head with a smile.

"What? This? No, you didn't hurt me. I barely felt anything really. It would take a lot more than some tears to put me out."

I sigh with relief and his smile grows.

"Awww...You do care."

I want to smack him and yet I just smile.

"Yeah...I do."

He sort of freezes up at that and I try to calm down from all this zaniness. I hate emotional roller coasters. Up, down, up, down, loop, twist, loop, twist...Too much! Makes my head hurt. I finally take a drink from the mug and am happy that it isn't flat. What makes me feel even better is that, when I finally notice it, my soul has returned to stay in my body and the glow is gone. I guess, now that I'm okay, it's time to make things super awkward.

"So...Is it alright to ask what just happened?"

That little question seems to have his face burning a slightly brighter shade of color.

"Um..."

He rubs the back of his head bashfully and now I'm uncertain I even want to know anymore.

"Uh...Before I say anything, I need to ask you something."

"Okay...?"

"Your mom, or the person you called mom...Was that...?"

"Dude, chill. That wasn't my birth mom on the phone. It was my adoptive monster mom. We live in the Ruins and she likes it that I call her on the regular."

That seems to take some load off him.

"Okay...Makes a bit more sense now."

His hands tap on his legs a bit. The poor guy acts like he's about to give me "the talk" to a kid.

"Alright...um...You know how sometimes when you feel certain emotions, your soul kind of reacts with it?"

Wait what?

"Maybe?"

Good god, do not tell me he is giving me "the talk".

"Well...*heavy sigh* When a mommy and daddy really love each other..."

I just cough into a fit of giggles at the sudden twist that went and he laughs along with me.

"Ah man...You should see the look on your face..."

"Dude, I'm looking at you and thinking 'he is not about to say what I think he is'. And then you say that...*snickering* Fucking epic..."

I drink some more as he too settles down.

"*sigh* That was nice...Either way, the reason your soul went all crazy was because you were aroused."

Soda shoots out of my mouth like a fireman's hose. Lucky for Grillby this wasn't aimed at him.

"What the fuck?!"

My reaction only has him laughing even harder than before and now I'm not happy. It takes him a moment to notice the "I'm going to dump this cup on you" look I have and he promptly regains himself.

"Heh...It was a joke?"

My stare only increases in strength.

"Okay, okay...I overstepped there. I admit that was completely stupid and that is not something to tease around like it's no big deal."

"Thank you."

"However..."

Oh my god, what now?

"That overwhelming surge of feeling in your soul was because of strong emotion. It happens quite commonly for us monsters. I don't know about how your kind works when it comes to things like this..."

"Believe me, this is all new to me. I think it's because there's magic down here. The exposure is awakening long dormant things in my body's genetic code. Epigenetics, I think that's what it's called."

"What's that?"

"Epigenetics is the study of changes in organisms caused by modification of gene expression rather than alteration of the genetic code itself. In simple terms, let's say your DNA is like your bar menu, with all those options to pick from. But to make you the you that you are, some of those options are locked behind a restricted VIP program. Now, under certain conditions, like a limited time special event, some of these options can unlock. It happens a lot with some domesticated animals. Some farm pigs after getting loose will become hairier, grow tusks, and get aggressive like normal wild hogs."

"Huh. So, since humans haven't had magic, their expression involving it became 'locked'?"

"Exactly. And since I've been here where magic is bountiful, this part has 'unlocked'."

"I suppose that makes sense. Explains why you didn't know how to handle that surge."

"Is something like that really so common?"

"Mostly among those that hit puberty, what with hormones going crazy and stuff like that. Adults can have it too, but it's usually for...certain reasons."

I really don't want to know what that means.

"Now I don't know what caused you to have such feelings. Maybe something you dreamed about...?"

Knowing my mind will start thinking of smoking hot dream Grillby, I slam my face to the table and hide the blush of shame coming to me.

"Um...Pussycat?"

"I don't want to talk about it. In fact..."

I slide the mug over to him.

"I would consider this a huge favor and would owe you if you fill this cup with something that would make me forget that damn dream."

"...Are you sure?"

"Grillby...please..."

I hate myself so much right now. Softly I feel his hand slide over mind as he takes the mug and the contact sends shivers through my body in a wave. I hope to god he didn't feel it or notice it.

"Anything in particular?"

"Not really. Though, that punch from earlier was nice. I just don't want to taste the booze."

He leaves the booth but not before petting my head gently and I hate myself even more because once he's gone I end up missing the feeling of him being around me. What is wrong with me? Why am I suddenly feeling all this? Am I sick? I have to be. It's the only logical answer. I stew like this for a while till Grillby returns. Lord, he works wonders. This punch tastes even better than before. The first mug of it is done in no time at all. And at this rate, I'm not going to remember anything for a very long time.

[Much time passes]

The clock has ticked away the final moments of the work time the brothers were scheduled for. Now was the time they were to return to their home and rest. No humans came by their stations, a very normal day as usual. The only difference in their routine is the quick stop at Grillby's they'll need to make to collect their "pet". When Sans had checked in on her before during his break, she wasn't drunk and her good company had him feeling odd. He hoped she was still sober and behaving well for Papyrus's sake. Yeah...Only half of that came true when they opened the door to the barkeep's shop.

Most patrons are doing what they do normally. But one was in a very social mood. The human leans on the jukebox, a drink of bubbling water in her hand and muttering what Sans could tell were some very raunchy things to Punk Hamster who seemed more than happy to listen to such chatter. They approach the bar as Grillby finishes pouring some shots.

"Ah, gentlemen. Is it that time already?"

"SAVE THE PLEASANTRIES, GRILLBY. JUST FILL ME IN ON HER BEHAVIOR."

"Pussycat? She's been a good girl. An absolute dream."

Almost as if on cue, a loud slap is heard and Punk Hamster is knocked off his seat.

"Touch my ass again! I fucking dare you! Handsy prick."

Sans snickers and Papyrus rolls his eyes.

"A DREAM YOU SAY?"

"Clearly that was his fault."

"CLEARLY...SANS, COLLECT HER SO WE MAY LEAVE."

"sure, boss. heh...this'll be fun."

Sans goes over to the human while Grillby coughs to get Papyrus's attention.

"So, Papyrus...I have an offer to tempt you with."

"IF IT'S ABOUT ME PAYING OFF SANS'S TAB, FORGET IT. HE DUG HIS HOLE, HE CAN CLIMB OUT ON HIS OWN."

"No, no...I know better than to bark up that tree. This is about the girl."

Papyrus cocks his eyes.

"GO ON."

"Alright...This arrangement of the two of you dropping her off here while you're at work, I'm more than fine with it. But what if you boys were able to gain something out of her time here?"

"...I'M LISTENING."

"I propose she works here while under my watch."

That made Papyrus snort a laugh.

"YOU THINK SHE IS REALLY CAPABLE LISTENING TO YOU?"

Grillby folds his arms with a smirk.

"Is a demonstration in order?"

Papyrus glares.

"PROVE TO ME YOU CAN COMMAND HER AND I MIGHT JUST ENTERTAIN THIS 'JOB' IDEA OF YOURS."

"Very well..."

By this time, Sans was helping her walk out of that corner and not trip over Punk Hamster who now is passed out on the floor.

"Lynsie..."

Her head perks up at her name.

"Can you come behind the bar for a moment?"

She leaves Sans's side, all be it a tad wobbly, and makes her way around to now stand by the elemental.

"Papyrus wants a drink. Can you make it for him?"

She eyes the both of them and even Sans is confused by it.

"Okay...What drink is it?"

Grillby slides a menu to Papyrus.

"uh...bro?"

"THE OLD FASHIONED. ADD CHERRIES."

Grillby takes back the menu.

"I've never made that."

"Follow my instructions. You'll do just fine."

The brothers watch as after a few whispers in her ear, she gets to making the drink. In a glass, she places a sugar cube in before wetting it down with two dashes of Angostura bitters and a short splash of club soda. She crushes the remaining cube with a glass mixer then stirs the glass so that the sugar grains and bitters give it a lining. Lastly, she adds a single large ice cube, pours in some bourbon, and tops it off with two cherries joined at the stem.

Grillby smiles and pats her head for a drink well made, making her giggle. Papyrus eyes the drink before him, taking it and breathing deeply the scent of it. Sans knows his brother would never drink it. Papyrus sees alcohol as trash and would never taint his body with the stuff. So his confusion over why he ordered a drink only grew as Papyrus continued to examine the beverage. Eventually, Papyrus takes the cherries and eats them off the stems before putting the glass down.

"Well?"

Grillby waits as Papyrus closes his eyes and rumbles with somewhat annoyance.

"...I WILL THINK ABOUT IT."

"think about what?"

"Good. In the meantime, I'll set things up and await your decision."

"Huh?"

"COME, GIRL. WE'RE LEAVING."

Papyrus heads out to leave while Sans and the human are sharing confused looks before following him.

"um...mind telling me what that was about?"

"I'd like a heads up too if that's cool?"

Papyrus says nothing all the way back to their house. Merely heading inside and going to the bathroom to wash his mouth out of the foul taste the liquor left. Sans and Lynsie just watched him before again sharing confused looks.

"Is he okay?"

"i have no idea...hey...are you sober right now?"

"Yeah. Been coming out it for the last hour or so."

"then why couldn't ya walk right?"

"I sat on my leg and it fell asleep. Damn thing is slowly un-numbing."

"huh...got any clue what they were on about?"

"Not really. Unless Grillby asked him about hiring me."

"oh. wait...what?"

"Grillby offered me a job at the bar."

"when did that happen?"

"Like ten minutes after you left."

"and? did you take the job or what?"

"I'll tell you what I told Grillby. Whether I want to take the job or not means nothing since I'm on 'house arrest'. It's up to Pap and you if I even get to think about taking it."

She kicks off her shoes and heads into the kitchen.

"what are ya doing now?"

"What's it look like? I'm making dinner before Papyrus bitches me out to do so."

She disappears into the kitchen and Sans flips her off while he can get away with it.

"Rough day, Smiley Trashbag?"

So taunts Flowey from his seat on the couch. A place that has Sans looking at him funny.

"okay, i gotta ask, how the hell do ya move around when you're stuck in a freaking pot?"

Flowey smirks teasingly.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

Sans rubs the bridge of his nasal hole in growing frustration.

"that's why i ask, dickweed."

"Think about it, bonehead..."

Vines sprout out of the soil and act like spider legs as he hops the pot off the couch.

"It's not that difficult to imagine."

Flowey heads into the kitchen with the human and Sans's left eye twitches unsure of what he just saw.

"ugh...the fuck is with this day? *deep sigh*"

Maybe a shower would make him feel better. Sans makes his way upstairs just as Papyrus exits the bathroom to head downstairs.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

"to maybe scrub this day off my bones. what's it to you?"

"THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?"

"nothing! just leave me alone."

Sans brushes past his brother and shuts himself int the bathroom, missing out on the small frown Papyrus makes. Papyrus slowly descends the stairs and rests his bones on the couch. Maybe a tiny moment of being lethargic will ease his soul.

"Everything okay with you boys?"

The human peeks her head out to ask. He barely acknowledges her.

"NOTHING OF YOUR CONCERN, HUMAN."

She pouts before ducking her head back in. There are some whispers and she enters the living room to stand in front of him. Papyrus glares.

"WHAT?"

"You look like you could use some help."

He groans and stares up at the ceiling.

"I REQUIRE NO HELP FROM YOU. GO BACK AND COOK."

She sighs.

"Proud and stubborn even when I'm throwing you a bone."

He was about to remark on such wording when he suddenly felt her tug on his boot.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

He now finds her kneeling on the floor and pulling the aforementioned boot off.

"You're letting your pride blind you. If you'll let me, I can take some of that stress away."

"AND WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY DO?"

"Depends...Will you allow me to touch you?"

That made his sockets widen faintly and his jaw clench. She rolls her eyes and pulls the second boot off before pulling off his thick black socks. Still receiving no word to stop her actions, mostly because he's too confused and intrigued to speak, she begins to massage his feet. This has his head thrown back for entirely good reasons.

"Don't worry, Papyrus, this will have you feeling much better in no time."

There are twenty-six bones and thirty joints, twenty at least are articulate, in an adult human. There is a tibia, fibula, tarsus (7): talus, calcaneus, cuneiforms (3), cuboid, and navicular, metatarsus (5): first, second, third, fourth, and fifth metatarsal bone, and phalanges (14). Papyrus is not human, clearly, but his skeletal structure is similar in many ways. This at least gives something for the human to work with in terms of reference. She warms up his foot by doing some basic stretches. Gently stretching the foot up and down, around in circles. One hand cupping and supporting the heel while the other hand moves the foot at the ankle joint. When ready for the next step, she rests his ankle on her knee, and, accounting for his lack of flesh, squeezes the foot with both hands starting at the toes then work her way up to above the ankles before moving back down. Her hands always keeping a tender control of his appendage.

"MMMMMM...THAT DOES FEEL NICE..."

"I'm only getting started. You have a lot of stress built up in these metatarsals. But it's nothing a little elbow grease can't fix."

Now instead of squeezing, she now uses both hands and twists the foot in opposite directions starting at the toes before working up to the ankles then back down. Several loud pops leave his joints and he claws the couch cushions with a jaw clenched tight.

"Too much?"

He shakes his head, refusing to speak to keep embarrassing sounds from escaping and making him seem weak. Little did he know that this was only a mere warm-up. Using the fingers of both her hands to do strokes on the top of the foot and her thumbs do strokes on the bottom. Again, she starts at the toes before working up to the ankles and back down. Trying to find the grooves between the bones and joints of his foot, applying the more tender strokes in those areas. His resolve was weakening rapidly, taking more out of him than some of his hardest training. Yet she isn't done. Her focus was now on his toes. At the bases of where his toes bend, the metatarsophalangeal joints, she moves her fingers on top of the foot and her thumb on the bottom, making circular motions at these areas for all five toes. He starts wriggling in her hold now.

"You okay? If you want me to stop, I will."

"KEEP GOING..."

"Are you sure?"

"DO IT!"

"Okay...Just making sure you're comfortable."

"I AM COMFORTABLE."

"Your bones tell a different story. And before you deny it, I can feel you tense."

He growls until she pops his ankle again and he groans loudly.

"Now, I'll suggest this only once. Relax. You'll feel better."

She doesn't move from her position and he sighs to himself in annoyed relent. Only when she feels him give in to being at ease does she continue once more. Restarting with the little toe, she uses her index and middle finger on top of the toe while her thumb is on the bottom then, starting at the base of the toe, she massages to the tip of the toe then makes a circle with the toe. This was followed that by gently pulling on the toe, eliciting pop after pop from each toe and a small moan from him each time.

"There we go. Those are the moans of a man that's enjoying himself."

"*RUMBLE* DO NOT MOCK ME, HUMAN..."

"Never. I'm only commenting on how well my work is making you feel."

"JUST...*GROAN* SHUT UP...*MOAN* BUT DO CONTINUE..."

"Heh...As you wish."

She continues with the toes by running her four fingers into the four spaces between the toes. Starting from the top of the foot to the bottom, she does several gentle back and forth movements. Finishing the toes by using her index finger on top and thumb on the bottom, gently massaging the toe spaces, stroking the spaces by pulling towards her. His toes curl and this soft coo leaves him, earning a smile from the human. Nearing her end, she moves her focus to the bottom of the foot. Using her thumbs to make circular motions, she strokes up, down, and side to side along the bones. After a moment or two, she finishes the foot massage by doing light strokes with her fingers on top of the foot and her thumbs on the bottom, kneading into him starting at the toes then working up above the ankles. By the time she sets his foot down, Papyrus is already seeing stars. So when she takes his other foot in her hand as to get ready to begin again, he shuts his eyes and lounges back fully. Now he could really get used to this.

Up in the bathroom, Sans having finished washing just stands in the tub and lets the shower cascade his bones in its steamy goodness. The steam from the water rises up and makes the air incredibly warm. The smell of soap sprinkles the atmosphere with an alluring aroma that fills his senses. It's like a mini-paradise in his own home. With closed sockets, he let the water bounce off your face. His hands stretch up to feel the streams, water pools slightly in his palms and fall between his fingers. If only all problems could wash away this easily. After a good fifteen minutes or so, he finally turns off the water and starts to dry himself off, mumbling a short swear now realizing his slippers are in his bedroom.

*pop*

*GROAN*

That had Sans pause in the middle of his fluffy towel dry time. The first sound wasn't quite loud enough for him to register, but that second one, that sounded like Papyrus. Maybe he just stubbed his toe or something dumb like that.

*pop*

*MOAN*

Okay...What the fuck?

"*muffled* YES, HUMAN...HARDER...MMMMMM...RIGHT THERE...JUST LIKE THAT..."

No way his brother, the great and terrible prude, would be fooling around in the living room with the human. For one, his brother has impossibly high standards. And two, it's the fucking human! No way...

*GROAN*

That's it! Time to crash this fucked up party! Sans rushes out in nothing but a towel and only gets as far as the top of the stairs when the sight on the couch has any messed up thoughts that he once had to burn out into general confusion. The human is merely rubbing Papyrus's foot, something that he's surprised Papyrus let her do in the first place, but for some reason, the taller skeleton on the couch is all too content with being touched like this and being way too vocal for Sans's liking.

"the hell are you two doing?"

Papyrus doesn't bother looking at Sans, he just continues to lull his head side to side when a joint is so tenderly worked on. The human, however, does turn to see him but never stops her handy work.

"I'm giving him a massage. You want a turn too? I'm about to finished with Pap here."

"YOU ARE DONE WHEN I SAY YOU'RE DONE. AND YOU ARE NOT..."

A loud series of pops come from his toes all at once when she curls them a particular way and all fight leaves the aggro-skeleton in one long moan before he lays still in somehow exhaustion.

"As I said, he's done for now. I can take care of you too if you want to that is?"

Sans looks at her. Her face is calm and seems unusually soft in her expression. Perhaps she does mean well in her intentions. He then looks at Papyrus. If he had a tongue it would be dangling out of his mouth shamefully. He does look relaxed...maybe a bit too relaxed.

"i think i'll pass."

"You sure?"

"yeah. maybe after we get out grub on. speaking of which...?"

"Oh. Flowey's got it covered."

That earned her a funny look from him.

"What's with that face? He's only watching the oven. We're having one of Papyrus's dishes tonight."

His skull scrunched up with displeasure at the thought of pasta once more being on his plate.

"ugh...why aren't ya cooking something?"

She stands up and rolls her shoulders as her back straightens.

"Because the last time I did, this fella threw a fit a smacked me. Besides, there's not enough time to make something from scratch."

"not enough time?"

"I don't know you boys' sleep schedule. And I really don't want to mess with his."

She points to Papyrus and all Sans could do was shrug in agreement.

"If at all possible, I'd like to pick up a few things at the shop so things like this don't happen."

Sans sighs and rubs his skull.

"make a list. i'll see what i can do later. are we still good on eggs?"

"If I remember right, we have enough for a decent meal in the morning. But that's it."

"shit..."

"Hey..."

Her voice sounded a bit off and it got his attention.

"How long have you been in just a towel?"

Oh, now she notices. Wait, she's only now noticing? How did she not notice? He knew he was no prince charming, but a little reaction to seeing him like this would be a much-wanted boost to his ego. Maybe he could use this. Maybe he can try out that dumb pet name he uncreatively came up with.

"been like this the whole time. why? see something ya like...kitten?"

Yeah, he'd win no awards on originality any time soon. But the effect was what he was going for and he got it. Her expression faltered, with eyes looking at him in puzzlement and the gears grinding behind them trying to understand the fuck she just heard.

"Did you just...?"

The crooked grin smearing his skull was priceless.

"what's the matter, kitten? cat got your tongue?"

Now emotion left her face, not showing anything good but nothing bad either. Just flat dullness.

"Grillby has tainted you."

He chuckles as she heads into the kitchen.

"ah come on, where ya going?"

"To see if dinner is ready."

"awww...is the kitten shy about seeing a naked guy?"

"You're in a towel! Go put on some damn pants!"

That got his metaphorical gut to bust. He was laughing so much he needed to brace himself on the railing so he wouldn't fall on his not real ass. There is just something about messing with her he really enjoys. Maybe it's the look that comes to her when he eggs her on just right. Maybe it's the fight he can see as she tries not to enjoy it. Or maybe, just maybe, deep down in the pits of his soul getting a rise out of her makes him forget that she's human and in that tiny moment, she looks like something he might find...cute. Or he can just be a huge prick that gets his rocks off pissing her off. Who knows. What does happen though, is all the ruckus stirs Papyrus from his haze and it takes him a moment to notice things.

"THE HELL...? SANS?"

Sans calms down and wipes away the laughing tears with glee.

"sup?"

"WHY ARE YOU GALLAVANTING IN A TOWEL?"

"eh. thought i'd enjoy the breeze."

Papyrus didn't find this funny, but he also didn't care enough to make a fuss.

"GO PUT SOME CLOTHES ON. NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YOU LIKE THIS, ESPECIALLY ME."

There was no yelling. No rage. No fight. No demand. It was a simple request with a basic comment made. Sans is shocked by this. So much so, he merely nods and does as a told. Something that even takes Papyrus by surprise. The sound of cutlery being moved around gets his attention but he doesn't get the chance to investigate the cause. The human pokes her head out, goes back in after seeing him, and comes out with food a couple seconds later that she brings to him. The sight of a familiar dish and delicious aroma bring a small smile to his skull.

"ONE OF MINE?"

"I thought you'd like it."

He gladly accepts the plate.

"HMMMMM..."

"Everything okay?"

"JUST THINKING."

"About?"

He looks at her.

"WHY AREN'T YOU THIS PLEASANT ALL THE TIME?"

She snickers.

"I can ask you the same thing. But the non-stupid answer is an easy one. Because I know when someone needs a break. This world ain't easy. Even more so down here. I know I joke around and act dumb, but that's just me...trying to avoid the real shit going on. But that doesn't mean I don't see it."

She rubs her arm sheepishly and he cocks his eyes at this change in her.

"I...I owe you both for taking me in. Keeping me out of the guard's most wanted list. And I know I haven't been the most grateful when it comes to showing this. I want to change that. I want to show that I'm not just some stupid human taking advantage of circumstance. I want...*choke* I want..."

She covers her mouth and appears to struggle with speaking what she wants to say.

"I'll let you eat in peace."

She turns to leave but a snap of his fingers gets her attention.

"COME HERE."

She opens her mouth to give an excuse but he gestures her over and she knows better than to disobey. She takes a seat on the couch and uncomfortably looks at the floor. Papyrus groans before placing his hand on top of her head, ever so softly petting her much to her confusion.

"..."

"SPEAK, GIRL."

"I'm afraid to ask why you're doing this."

"IF YOU MUST KNOW...I THINK IT'S IMPORTANT TO REINFORCE POSITIVE BEHAVIOR."

"Oh."

The tinge of disappointment in her tone made a small part of him feel good. It gave him a way to tell that she was being true with her words. And more importantly to his ego, she respected him enough to come out and tell him that. A brave move. One he could respect as well. Maybe he could give her an inch this one time. Perhaps if he did, this change in her would be more of a long-term thing.

"THAT...AND I SUPPOSE, SOMETIMES I DON'T ALWAYS GIVE YOU THE INCENTIVE TO BE GOOD EITHER."

That had her looking up at him now. Her eyes. Something about them always had a knack for getting him to focus on her once those shimmering ocular orbs were in his sights. He was able to see so much in them. Like windows into her inner workings. Though he also found himself curious at times when those eyes would change in hue. Very subtle or all at once. Kind of like right now in fact. Those eyes held a look that had long since left the Underground. In those softly tinted brown eyes, there was hope.

"Maybe we can fix that?"

A compromise? Fine. He'll humor her for now.

"HOW DO YOU SUPPOSE WE DO THAT?"

"Hmmmmm...The way I see it, the world sucks and we can't always do something about it. But home is a different matter. I will do my best to leave my issues outside and be like this, the nice girl, as long as you can do the same. Not counting personal stuff that dare not leave the privacy of our inner vaults and never sees the light of day, unless there's an emergency."

That...That actually makes sense.

"AGREED. BUT YOU HAVE TO NOT BECOME SOME LITTLE BITCH. IF I WANT A ROBOT TO KISS MY ASS I'LL HAVE METTATON DO IT."

"*giggle* So are you saying that you like me? My personality at least. I already know where I stand as a human to you."

"AS GRATING AS YOUR PERSONALITY CAN BE, IT IS THE YOU I'M USED TO. DO NOT CHANGE. I HATE CHANGE."

"Awww...What a sweet thing for you to say. Thank you, Papy."

That made him flinch.

"I ruined the moment didn't I? Damn it. I really need to work on my people skills."

He removes his hand and begins eating, now ignoring her. Though she remains seated near him with a warm smile.

"YOU CAN GO NOW. I'M SURE YOU REQUIRE SUBSTANCE AS WELL."

She nods.

"I enjoyed this. I hope we can keep this going between us."

She takes her leave to the kitchen as Sans ventures out of his room now fully clothed in a loose shirt, shorts, and his slippers. Slowly descending the stairs with a mix of both comfort and unease. His brother was unusually calm. It made him feel like he had to walk on eggshells or Papyrus would revert to his more aggressive side and no one wants that.

"how's it going, bro?"

Papyrus pauses to look at his brother and then continues to eat. Okay...At least he's not being loud.

"That you, Sansy-boy?"

He flinched at the name. Guessing it's time to pay for the "kitten" thing.

"yeah, i'm down here."

"Mind joining me for a second?"

Well, this could only mean good things. That or the human was going to do something stupid. His gold was on the latter. He tucked his hands in his pockets and waltzed his way over to her.

"what's up, kiddo?"

He doesn't get very far into the kitchen before she pretty much jumps him and the next thing he registers is her body is against his...she's hugging him.

"k-kid?"

"It's weird. Every time I want to be serious with you, something in me demands that I hug you. I don't know why. It scares me and yet...feels okay. And that only scares me even more."

This was so awkward. Especially with the flower staring at him. She lets him go and gives him space.

"Sorry. I know that makes things uncomfortable."

"yeah, no shit. now was there a real reason ya wanted me over here?"

"Yes..."

Something was off. She was different. She was nervous.

"I...I spoke with Pap while you were gone."

Interesting.

"okay? about what?"

She holds her arm.

"Look...I'm running low on courage right now, so here's the quick version. I'm sorry I've been a huge bitch that only causes trouble and makes you mad. So I'm going to try to be better so I'm not a liability. I don't want to trouble you guys when you've done so much for me. I'm don't want to be some useless albatross rotting around your neck. I don't want to be a burden. I just...I...God damn it! I don't want you to hate me!"

Where the fuck did that come from?

She's shaking a little bit and he has no clue how to respond. He looks at the flower who is just as bothered by this. Her shout also managed to get Papyrus's attention.

"HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE?"

Sans made to cover for this but she beat him to it.

"Everything's fine, Papyrus! I just...got a bit excited is all."

Nothing more is remarked by Papyrus but a slight growl.

"not to sound like an ass, but what the fuck was that?"

She takes a moment to settle down, rubbing her face as if from tears that never fell.

"I'm sorry..."

"sure, you're sorry, i get it. just...just talk to me, okay? we're still cool, right?"

"Yeah."

"then tell me what's the problem? you can trust me. remember last night?"

"What happened last night?"

So chimes in the flower and they both tense up a bit.

"Mind if I...?"

"please do."

She takes Flowey into the living room and he whines like a child being pushed out of an adult conversation. She comes back and he can still sense the strange vibe on her.

"like i was saying...remember last night? we talked about stuff no one else knows about. we're secret buddies, right? if something's on your mind, i'll hear ya out. ya just have to tell me."

She fiddles with her fingers shyly.

"Some...Something happened at Grillby's."

His sockets widened and she waves her hands defensively.

"No! It wasn't anything involving the Black Soul and that glitchy stuff."

"then what? was it chara? gaster?"

"No."

"then what happened? you're sorta killing all the leads i know."

Then a thought popped in his head. A nasty, vile, disgusting, parasitic thought planted itself in his skull.

"no...don't ya dare tell me he touched you."

That made her confused for a second.

"Who?"

"you damn well know who. grillby."

"W-What?"

She can't be this stupid.

"come on. i know ya can't be this dumb. you've seen the way he looks at you. the guy oggles you like a dog sees a steak."

Her expression changes. Now she looks pissed and amused.

"Oh? And what if he does? Why does it matter to you if a guy might show attention my way? You feeling threatened, Sans? Maybe, dare I say, jealous?"

She is so baiting him. Tough luck on her, he isn't stupid enough to fall for such things.

"don't play me. now tell me if i have to go over there and kick his ass."

The piss off part of her fades away and something else takes its place. Something he doesn't recognize.

"You...You would do that? For me?"

It takes every bit of his control to fight the instantaneous blush that came upon realizing what was happening in this fucked up conversation.

"*scoff* don't think so highly of yourself. i made a promise to protect you. that's all."

Hurt flashes in her eyes before it disappears.

"I see...Either way, Grillby didn't do anything to me."

Sans groans and smacks the counter, making her jump.

"then can you quit jerking me around and tell me what the fuck happened before i lose my shit?"

She looks at the floor, a deep blush coming to her face.

"I had a dream. A really vivid dream. And my soul did a thing."

Wait...what?

"say that again?"

She starts to shrink in on herself.

"My soul reacted to the dream and it was a color it hasn't been before. I don't know what to make of it. But ever since it happened I've been more emotional and I'd appreciate it if you'd not make fun of it."

Okay, that he'll have to talk more with her about. But this sounded odd and her behavior begged him to pick more into this than probably she wanted him to.

"a new color? huh, go figure. but, um...you say a dream did something to your soul?"

She hid behind her hand and he knew this was only the beginning of something juicy.

"It was a weird dream. I don't even remember it. I had Grillby douse the memory from my mind with hard shit, so I can't go into detail even if you tortured me and gave me truth serum. So, please...Drop it."

Clever girl. But he bet she knew still what type of dream it was.

"ah, don't be that way. it couldn't be as bad as you think it is. i mean...it's not like it was some sex dream or something."

Her eyes nearly bug out of her head and his grin almost cracks his skull with how large it gets.

"No! It's not like that! Nothing even happened! I think...?"

His grin got bigger.

"Don't you fucking dare."

A tiny snicker leaves him.

"I mean it, Sans. Not one sound."

Then a chuckle and she grabs him by his shirt.

"I will get rid of all the mustard in town if you laugh!"

He held it in but couldn't let her off easily.

"heh...must've been really hard to wake up from a dream like that. then again, not sure ya would've liked it soft."

He cackles with laughter and she drops him like a sack of potatoes with cheeks burning hot.

"I don't know why I even bother with you."

She goes to storm out only to pause, a wicked smile creeping on her lips that he can't see.

"But then again...Dream you is so much fun~."

That shut him up.

"wait, what?"

She smiles and waves.

"Have fun with that thought, Sans."

She can't be serious. She has to be fucking with him. She has to be...right?

"hey, hold on!"

She's managed to speed over to Papyrus in the time it takes him to get off the floor. No way he was saying anything around his brother. Clever bitch. Using Papyrus like a shield to prolong the nagging questions rattling in his skull.

"IS SOMETHING THE MATTER, SANS?"

"Yes, Sans, is something wrong?"

Oh, that cocky shew. He was going to get her for this. One way or another, maybe today or even sometime later, he would make her pay dearly.

"nah. everything is fine. in fact, why don't i join ya."

He made his way over and she made it clear she knew he was up to something by scooting closer to Papyrus. The taller skeleton didn't seem to care, having finished with his dinner and now watching TV. So, like any decent man with an evil plan, Sans played it cool as he lounged next to her.

"*whisper* you know the moment he leaves, your ass is mine."

She kept her focus on the flickering screen ahead.

"*whisper* That's what dream you said."

That made him glare hard into her skull.

"*whisper* that's not funny."

"*whisper* Now you know how I feel."

"*whisper* what did ya expect telling me something like that?"

"*whisper* I expected you to not be a dick about something that freaked me out."

"*whisper* geez, don't be like that."

"WILL YOU BOTH QUIT WHISPERING? IT'S LIKE TWO MOSQUITOES ARE HAVING A MARITAL DISPUTE."

"sorry, pap."

"WHAT ARE YOU WHISPERING FOR ANYWAY?"

"We don't want to bother with our dumb stuff. We'll be quiet."

"AND AGAIN...WHY THE WHISPERING?"

This time Sans beat her to the punch.

"seems our little kitten here had herself a..."

"Accident!"

At the last second, she voiced a lie to cover over him.

"I...I had an accident when at Grillby's."

"OH?"

"what kind of 'accident'?"

Oh, this was going to be lame as balls in a snowstorm.

"I had a bit too much to drink...Bun made me laugh at some joke, I don't even remember it being all that funny...The next thing I know, there's a crash. I apparently flipped a try out of Grillby's hands. I was so embarrassed. Grillby said it was fine, but I felt so bad..."

"what a load of crap."

"I'm sorry, were you there?"

"i don't have to be there to know you're lying."

"Don't be all sour because Grillby likes me more than you."

"bitch, you're so full of it i'm surprised you still have pants, because they would be ash about now."

"Wow, sick burn. Look, I'm sizzling as we speak."

"SHUT UP!"

They cease their quarreling at Papyrus's demand.

"SOMETHING'S HAPPENING."

Attention falls to the TV. Mettaton, the entertaining robot, was twirling excitedly around a covered slab that clearly had a person under the sheet.

"GOOD EVENING, ASSHOLES AND BITCHES! I HATE TO BREAK FROM OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMS, BUT THIS IS A SPECIAL OCCASION. WELCOME TO THIS EVENING'S PRESENTATION OF...EXECUTION ROULETTE!"

The cover is pulled back and strapped on the slab with a gag in his mouth is a familiar douche-cat.

"It's that asshole from the bar!"

"YOU KNOW THAT GUY?"

"He was rude. Strolled into the place like he owned it. He disrespected Grillby and burned me."

"WHAT?!"

"Grillby kicked his ass for his behavior. Yet..."

"oooooh, this is gonna be sweet. i hope the wheel lands on the spike pit. it's been ages since that got hit."

"Wait, what? He really isn't going to kill him...Is he?"

"AS MANDATED BY LORD KING ASGORE, ALL EXECUTIONS ARE TO BE PUBLICLY BROADCASTED SO THAT ALL KNOW THAT NO ONE IS ABOVE PUNISHMENT. EVEN THE SMALLEST OF CRIMES ARE GIVEN CORPORAL PUNISHMENT."

"But...That's crazy."

"i wouldn't go that far. crime is near nonexistent with a rate as low as 2%, and that's at it's high point. no one but those with nothing to lose dare try to break the laws we guardsmen enforce."

"But..."

"IT MAY NOT BE SOMETHING YOU CAN ACCEPT OR COMPREHEND. BUT THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED. AND DOWN HERE, THE LAWS PASSED DOWN BY KING ASGORE ARE WHAT KEEP US ALL ALIVE. WITHOUT HIM, THE UNDERGROUND WOULD BE CHAOS."

Papyrus may have been talking to the human, but his attention was on the screen. Yet Sans paid her attention. He saw the small amount of color leave her face when the facts sink in. He saw the conflict happening behind her eyes as she struggled to find a reason for this apparent madness. He had to admit, he envied that. To have that innocence again. To believe that such things didn't have to happen or could be avoided or even forgiven if just dealt with the right way. Sadly, that's just not the case.

"PAY CLOSE ATTENTION, HUMAN. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ARE FOUND GUILT OF WRONGDOINGS IN THE UNDERGROUND."

She didn't like this. No one except the truly sick did. And Sans could see the same question running through her head like it did his...What did that guy do to deserve this? Because, for as nuts as the laws are, no one gets on this show unless the orders came in for it. And there was no word of this guy all through their shift at work. Something wasn't right about this.

"TONIGHT, WE POSSIBLY SAY OUR FAREWELLS TO THIS POOR SOUL. THE REASON FOR HIS BEING HERE THIS EVENING IS QUITE SIMPLE. HE WAS FOOLISH ENOUGH TO DO HARM AGAINST SOMEONE OF IMPORTANCE. VERY STUPID INDEED. NOT TO MENTION, HE ALSO COMMITTED THEFT AND TO HIS DEAR EMPLOYER NO LESS. HAVE YOU NO SHAME?"

The cat monster yells into his gag and thrashes in his restraints.

"WELL, MY DEAR VIEWERS, LET US GET ON WITH THE SHOW. IT HAS BEEN MANY A YEAR SINCE OUR LAST GAME, SO ALLOW ME TO GO OVER THE RULES FOR OUR YOUNGER AUDIENCE MEMBERS. THIS PATHETIC WELP'S FATE RESTS ON THE PUREST FORM OF JUDGE, JURY, AND EXECUTIONER. SAY IT WITH ME NOW...THE WHEEL OF FATE!"

A flashy over the top game wheel lowers from somewhere off-screen. There are many sections on the wheel, each labeled with different outcomes, some of which are definitely not safe for kids to watch.

"WITH A SPIN OF THE WHEEL, WE LEAVE IT TO FATE TO CHOOSE WHAT WILL HAPPEN. NO ONE IS HELD RESPONSIBLE OVER FATE, FOR WE ARE BUT MORTALS. WE LIVE AND WE DIE AT THE WHIM OF CHANCE. AND SO, CHANCE IS THE FAIREST WAY TO DECIDE WHAT WE SHOULD DO WITH SOULS THAT DON'T WANT TO PLAY NICE WITH OTHERS."

"But it's not fair."

That got the brother's attention.

"how so?"

"That wheel. The number of chances for negative outcomes is all bundled together with only a few positive one's places in sporadically. By that level, the odds of hitting a bad outcome are guaranteed. There is no fairness. Hell, his odds of getting, what is that? Hot coals rammed up his...Fuck! That is a lot of ass related tortures."

Before any further discussion can be made on the clear bias for death, the sound of the wheel's pointer tapping along the many pegs.

"AROUND AND AROUND IT GOES. WHERE IT STOPS, ONLY FATE KNOWS. WHEEL OF FATE, TURN TURN TURN, TELL US THE LESSON THIS FOOL SHALL LEARN."

The wheel starts to slow down and the tension on the couch mounts with each passing clack of the pegs. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack...Clack...Clack...Clack...Clack...Clack.

"OHHHH NO!! SEEMS LIKE WE MIGHT BE HIT WITH A CASE OF MISFORTUNE MY SCUMMY FRIENDS. OUR POOR VIC...I MEAN, PRISONER...HAS LANDED ON THE 'SECOND CHANCE'. A VERY RARE ROLL INDEED."

A phone number appears on the screen.

"HERE'S YOUR CHANCE TO SWAY THE WHIMS OF FATE. THE EIGHTH CALLER WILL DETERMINE WHAT BECOMES OF THIS...FOUL FURBALL. BEGIN CALLING...NOW!"

It came to no shock when sudden dial noises come from the human.

"kiddo?"

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

"Making a difference."

"hang up, kid. the odds of you getting through are like..."

Her ears perk up.

"Hello?"

Mettaton claps excitedly.

"GREETINGS, YOU LUCKY CALLER. I TAKE IT YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT SHOULD HAPPEN TO THIS UNFORTUNATE SOUL."

"Yeah, I do. Let him go."

Papyrus scoffs and Sans rolls his eyes at her. The robot on TV has an overly dramatic reaction as well.

"WHAT?! LET HIM GO? NOW, WHY WOULD YOU SUGGEST SUCH A SILLY IDEA?"

"For one, your wheel is rigged to have like an 80% chance of resulting in death, 15% chance of horrible brutality that may or may not be lethal, and 5% of a less harmful thing happening. Second, he committed theft? Funny...I recall hearing him say in public among other witnesses and I quote 'My pussy of a boss is trying to suck up to all us employees by paying for lunch.' end quote. If you truly intend for me, or anyone else, to believe you, go on and take the gag out. I'm sure he'd call you out on this too. And lastly..."

"MY MY...DARLING, I DIDN'T THINK YOU WOULD ACTUALLY CALL BUT YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW DELIGHTED I AM THAT YOU'VE PROVEN ME WRONG."

Her expression is that of someone trying not to be concerned.

"I beg your pardon?"

"YOU'RE RIGHT. YOU ARE RIGHT ABOUT ALL OF IT. THIS WHOLE THING WAS A FARCE. HELL, THIS ISN'T EVEN THE REAL WHEEL OF FATE. MERELY A PROP I'VE HAD THE UNDESIRABLES WHIP TOGETHER FOR ME. THIS WHOLE BROADCAST WAS JUST A PLOY TO LURE YOU OUT. I KNEW YOU'D SHOW MERCY, YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE IN THIS WHOLE DAMN PLACE THAT WOULD. IT'S WHY I LIKE YOU. YOU'RE DIFFERENT. YOU'RE NOT LIKE ALL THE OTHERS THAT CALL THE UNDERGROUND HOME. THAT'S WHY I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!"

"...I don't know whether to be flattered or creeped out."

"DARLING, YOU SHOULD FEEL HONORED. I DON'T HOLD ANYONE IN HIGH REGARD, WELL, ASIDE FROM MYSELF. BUT YOU...LET'S JUST SAY I HAVE A SOFT SPOT FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU. EVER SINCE I SAW YOU, I CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY PROCESSORS. IT'S WHY I DID THIS. WHY I WILL KEEP SEEKING YOU OUT."

"*scoff* I'm not a fan of people that don't have the guts to be straightforward. If you're crushing on me, come find me and say it to my face."

"OH, IF ONLY IT WAS THAT EASY. DUE TO CONSTANT UPDATING TO MY HARDWARE AND BODY, I CAN'T TRAVEL UNTIL SUCH THINGS ARE COMPLETE. SUCH A PITY. OTHERWISE, I WOULD RUSH OVER TO THAT PODUNK TOWN AND DRAG YOU AWAY TO BE BY MY SIDE. BUT SINCE THAT'S NOT A THING, WE HAVE THIS LITTLE SHOW. AND WE HAVE THIS IDIOT TO THANK FOR IT. ISN'T THAT RIGHT, BURGERPANTS?"

Mettaton pats the cat's face with a bit more force than one would in a mocking moment.

"YES, THIS MORON PLAYED THE ROLE OF ARON BOY ALMOST PERFECTLY. ALL HE HAD TO DO WAS GO GET THE FOOD AND REPORT BACK. SO SIMPLE, YES? AND YET...HE COMES BACK WITH OBVIOUSLY TAMPERED FOOD AND HAS THE GALL TO BRAG TO ME, OF ALL PEOPLE, THAT HE PUT HIS DISGUSTING CIGARETTE OUT ON THAT PRETTY SKIN OF YOURS. OH SO FOOLISH..."

Mettaton holds one of the cat's fingers and snaps it back, making the cat scream into the gag.

"YOU WON'T BE MAKING THAT MISTAKE AGAIN, WILL YOU, BURGERPANTS?"

Another finger is snapped back and screams get louder as the cat tries to gesture that he yields.

"WISE MOVE, BOY. YOU'LL THINK TWICE ABOUT DAMAGING SOMETHING THAT'S MINE. WHICH REMINDS ME...HOW'S THE BURN HEALING? YOU'RE NOT SCARRED, ARE YOU, HUMAN?"

That got the skeleton brothers' attention she was frozen on the spot.

"*whisper* hang up the phone, lynsie."

She didn't move. And in all honesty, she couldn't. Fear had its cold grip on her and dug its claws deep. Papyrus made the move and shut her phone off, but the damage was done. It's now public knowledge that there is a human in the Underground.

"HUH...IT APPEARS WE HAVE LOST COMMUNICATION. NO PROBLEM. I KNOW YOU'RE STILL LISTENING, DARLING. HOW COULD YOU NOT AFTER SUCH A SHOCKING REVEAL. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED BEING PART OF THIS LITTLE SHOW. YOU ARE THE STAR AFTER ALL. NOTHING LIKE A LITTLE DRAMA TO SPICE THINGS UP. MAKES ANTICIPATION GATHER AND WHEN THE BIG EVENT HAPPENS IT'S ALL THE MORE SATISFYING. OOOH...I EVER SO HOPE YOU ARE ABLE TO JOIN ME WHEN THE TIME COMES. I HAVE BEEN EXPECTING SOMETHING TRULY FABULOUS TO BE READY ANY DAY NOW AND EXPERIENCING IT WITH YOU...WELL...LET'S JUST SAY IT WILL BE A MOMENT NO ONE WILL EVER FORGET. TOODLES~!"

The show cuts back to something already in the middle of airing. The room is silent. Until the unavoidable questions couldn't keep from being unsaid any longer. How the hell does he know about her and what are they going to do now that the entire Underground knows she's down here?

[bittyreaders]

Cheating

Sans hummed as he knocked on the door to the Meta Space, rapping out a quick ‘Shave and a Haircut’ on the wood. When there wasn’t an immediate answer, he added a quick ‘Two Bits’ to the end. He then shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets and rocked back on his heels, waiting for her response. It would likely be one of two - either a cheerful “Coming!” followed by a grinning deer throwing open the door to greet him, or an equally cheerful “Fuck off!” as the harried author tried to beat another deadline. Either way he would enter the odd, dark room that compromised the authors mind and they’d have a quick chat, mostly about where she had been the past few months.

He, as well as the rest of the characters in her headspace, had been happy to hear she had a job in her field - teaching American history to seventh graders on a short-term basis while the real teacher had a baby. Despite gaining a full-time job she had promised to continue writing, planning to revamp the world building for her Bitty Reader series and work on her other stories. That promise had gone out the window within a week, and the creative part of her headspace had gone dark.

She was back now, however, and he planned on nudging her towards finishing some of her unfinished chapters sitting Google Docs. So Sans rocked back and forth on his heels, but heard nothing from the other side. Frowning, the skeleton tapped the door again, making sure it as loud enough that there would be no chance of the writer missing it.

Beyond the door something shuffled, and a series of whispers erupted, followed by someone shushing the other voices. So someone else had beaten him to the punch, huh? Stars, he hoped it wasn’t those creepy Five Nights at Freddy’s robots, or that skeleton Itward from Fran Bow. Those horror games freaked him out. Horror or no, though, he needed to have a word with the deer. Time to join the party.

The door swung open with a bit of a shove, but as soon as Sans had stepped into the Meta Space, three bright-blue bullets were soaring for his head. With a startled yelp and reflexes honed by pulling perfect pranks alongside his alternates, he teleported two feet to the left, farther into the room but out of the path of the bullets. Said bullets shot through the doorway and disappeared.

“Oh, uh. Hi, Sans!”

Sans snapped his gaze from the vanished bullets to the middle of the room. Rivet was there, though something was wrong. She was smaller than before, antlers mere bumps above her hair, eyes black ovals with small pie-shaped wedges cut from them. She was sprawled across the cross-legged lap of a large man with a purple-colored suit and a die for a head, while on either side of her sat two - boys? - with what appeared to be tea-cups for head.  The two boys and her had their gloved hands aimed at him, pointer finger sticking out and thumb raised to the ceiling, creating a ‘gun.’

All three immediately stuck their hands behind their back and gave him large, guilty grins. The die-headed man huffed a sigh and leaned back on his hands, eyeing the three as though waiting for them to give him trouble. The two boys shifted as Sans simply stared at them, prompting the deer to scramble to her feet and smooth down her pale green dress.

“So, uh, Sans,” she stepped towards him, having to look up to meet his eyes for once, “This is a pleasant surprise! But, uh, what are you doing here?”

The skeleton pulled his eyes from the odd-headed characters to meet the nervous black pupils peering up at him. If he squinted he could see a bit of pink in them when the light hit just right. The deers brows were drawn up in worry, and her ears were laying against the back of her head. She always did have a bad poker face.

“Just checkin’ in, kiddo,” he answered after a moment, taking up his ‘lazy-bastard’ mantle and shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets, rocking back on his heels and slumping slightly, creating a slacker chic look he had worked hard over the years to cultivate. “Haven’t heard from you for a while.”

“Oh well, you know, with the job, and the holidays…” Rivet wouldn’t meet his eyes, looking away and twisting her fingers together. “It’s just been busy.”

“Mhmm.” Sans eye lights flickered to the three still sitting on the floor. The dice-man - he hadn’t played the game, so he wasn’t sure of his name, and settled on calling him Dice - was watching with dispassionate eyes, which flashed green with malice. The two main-characters of the new game, Cuphead and Mugman, shifted uncomfortably in the larger mans lap. The red-colored one, Cuphead, glanced at the TV screen they had been watching, and Sans followed his gaze to see their game displayed, a ‘GAME OVER’ card pasted over the battlefield. A flower with a pointy nose was mocking them with a witty rhyme. The other character, Mugman, pulled down part of his straw (how did it work? Was it like a hat? Or another appendage?) and twisted it in his hands, like Rapunzel worrying her hair while waiting for her prince to come.

“Sans?” Rivet had come even closer and reached out to rest a hand on his arm. “Sans, I didn’t forget you, I promise.” She gave him a weak, hopeful smile. “I just got a little...sidetracked.”

Sans forced his grin back on his face and shrugged off her touch, then pulled his arm from his hoodie pocket and ruffled her hair, tangling the gray strands into a messy nest. “It’s okay,” he reassured her, “Cheating on your fandom takes a lot of time.”

There was a long pause as the woman froze, then shoved him away. “WHAT?” The deer demanded, shaking her hair out and glaring at him. “I’m - I’m not cheating on you!”

“Really?” Sans leaned to the side a bit, as though he couldn’t just see the others over her hair, and raked his eye lights over the trio and the TV. “Looks to me like you’re having a full-blown affair with the Cuphead Crew over there.”

“I - what - NO! I’m - I’m not cheating on you with the - the Cuphead Crew!” Rivet stomped her hoof, hands curled into fists and held tightly at her side. She opened her mouth to continue, but was interrupted by a smooth voice tinted with a Brooklyn accent.

“She’s right, bud.” A new character, made of black and white with horns on his head and an oddly-familiar smile on his face, leaned around Dice and winked at him. “We got a regular ménage à trois going on here.”

“Bendy!” Rivet whirled on the demon, cheeks flaring bright red as she snapped at him. Dice chuckled deeply in his throat, while Cuphead cackled and Mugman blushed brightly and hid his face behind his hands.

“Think about it, doll. For someone not interested in romance,” Bendy dragged his eyes over the other characters, expression sparkling with mischief, “You sure do keep a lot of us guys around.”

The deer made an uncomfortable noise, then whirled around to face Sans. “Ignore him! I haven’t even bought his game!” She demanded, trying to fight down the blush still staining her cheeks.

“But you did get mine,” a new voice chimed in. A tall, thin figure emerged from elsewhere in the room, holding a large bowl of popcorn, and joined the group around the TV, sitting with his legs crossed at the ankles in front of him beside Bendy. He had a black and white color scheme as well, except on his puppet-like mask, which had purple tear streaks, red cheeks, and red lips. “Well, two of mine. The two that were free.”

Rivet made a frustrated noise in her throat and wilted a bit as Marionette offered the popcorn to Bendy, who threw a handful in his mouth before saying, through the popcorn, “So this would be a ménage à quatre, then?”

“ARGH!” The deer threw her arms up in defeat, before turning and stomping off to a corner of the dark space, pouting.

“Look, bone-boy,” the dice finally spoke, sitting up and shooing the two cups, who hurried to check on the deer. She had made this new avatar the same height as them, Sans noted absently, and they threw their arms around her and began telling her how much of a jerk Bendy was. “Oie!” Dice snapped his fingers, and Sans dragged his gaze back to him, stepping further into the room when the man motioned him closer.

“What?” He snapped, not wanting to talk to the deers new fling longer than he had to. Honestly, it made sense. Undertale was over two years old, and there were newer games with rich storylines just waiting to be eaten up and fuel the creativity of the fandom. He’d need to go back and break the news to the rest of the gang. Oh, Papyrus would be heartbroken…

“Stop wallowing in yer self pity and listen,” Dice snapped, standing and brushing off his suit. He absolutely towered over Sans, his face cast in shadows near the ceiling of the Meta Space. “This place,” he motioned around with an elegant twist of his wrist, “Doesn’t belong to you,” he shoved a finger in Sans chest. “Or him,” he thumbed down at Bendy, who stuck his tongue out in response. Marionette grabbed his tongue and gave it a quick twist, making the demon swear at him using car horns and bird whistles. “It doesn’t belong to Mari there either, even though Hart has a soft spot for him.” Said puppet beamed at the mention and gave Sans a little wave, barely avoiding Bendy when the little demon snapped his shark-like teeth at his three-fingered hand. “It don’t belong to me or my buds either. It belongs to her.”

He motioned to Rivet, who had accepted the teacups hugs and was holding them both tightly. “She’s got enough room in here for all of us, but you ‘n your kin are the only ones she’s writing about.”

Sans jolted a bit at that. “Really?”

“Yeah. She’s got a crossover ‘tween me ‘n’ Mari but hasn’t worked on it for months,” Bendy chimed in, picking at a kernel of corn stuck in his fangs.

“To be fair, she was writing about me and my ‘kin’ first,” Marionette pointed out, his voice soft and even. ���If Rivet was cheating on anybody, it was on me, with you.” Despite his face being a mask it moved as though made of skin (or magical bone), and his mouth quirked into a sympathetic smile. “I was mad when she stopped too. But just because she’s not writing about us or drawing us, doesn’t mean she’s forgotten us. She’s just a bit…” He paused, searching for the right word.

“Scatterbrained,” Bendy offered at the same time Dice said, “Easily distracted.”

“Yes,” Marionette agreed to both. “You may not be her favorite character, but you are far from being forgotten and left to rot. Er, or dust, I suppose.”

Sans looked at his slippers, brow creased, as he thought for a long moment. “Wait - who is her favorite, then?” He looked between the three.

“It’s it obvious?” Bendy rolled his eyes hard enough that his head actually lifted away from his shoulders, then resettled. “It’s that brother of yours, Stationary.”

“He means Papyrus,” Marionette cuffed Bendy on the head. To Sans surprise, the demons entire head was sent flying, rolling across the floor to the far corner where Rivet and the cups stood, complaining all the while. The deer glanced down and looked as though she was seriously considering punting the annoying demon head across the room.

“Her favorite, out of all of us, is Papyrus?” Sans asked, not sure he had heard right.

“Yes,” Dice adjusted his cufflinks, looking bored of the conversation.

“Heh,” Sans felt his shoulders slump, smile relaxing into something far more genuine than before. “I can get behind that.”

“Wonderful.” Marionette gave him a bright smile, then reached up with a too-long arm and gently tugged Sans to sit beside him. “Come, have a seat. She has been trying to pass this level for days, I believe she almost has it.”

Dice snorted and retook his own seat, crossing his legs once more and picking up the Xbox controller that had been dropped when Sans knocked. “Was she ever able to defeat you, in that ‘Genocide’ mode your game has?”

Sans plopped down between Marionette and Bendy (well, Bendy’s body - his head had been picked up by Rivet, and he was currently trying to tell the upset deer some extra-dirty jokes to cheer her up) and snorted. “Nah. She tried a few times, then rage quit and reset the game.”

“Heh,” Dice’s mustache twitched as he smirked, “Then I’ve already won the bet, Mari. Want to pay up before you embarrass yourself?”

The puppet sniffed and offered the popcorn bowl to Sans, “Not on your life, King Dice. I happen to have faith in our dear friend.” Sans snorted into his handful of popcorn at the pun.

“Your choice,” Dice conceded, reloading the level, then hitting pause. “Rivet, are we going to continue, or are you done for the day?”

The four (well, three and a head) in the corner jumped at his call. The two mugs let out a whoop at seeing the game reset and rushed back over, throwing themselves onto Dice’s lap and settling in to watch. Rivet glanced down at Bendy, who gave her a cheeky wink.

“Just remember, if ya ever need a smile, I know this great joke ‘bout these aristocrats,” he offered as she dragged her feet back over to the group. She gave him a weak smile, then dropped his head back on his shoulders. While Bendy readjusted his head, her gaze flickered to Sans.

“Sans, I’m not - I would never -”

“Eh, fuggedaboutit,” Sans waved off the half-stuttered apology, “It’s your headspace, not mine.” He took another handful of popcorn when Mari offered it. “Besides, I’m too lazy to hold a grudge.”

He wasn’t prepared for the hug and nearly dropped his popcorn when Rivet (god, was she tiny in this form! He didn’t know if he liked her better like this, or in her ‘Undertale’ form when she was taller than him!) threw her arms around him in a tight hug. “Thank you, Sans. I promise, I’ll never forget you, or Undertale.”

“I know, kiddo.” He gave her back an awkward little pat, then pushed her away a bit. “Now, show me how you fail at this game.”

“Sans!”

“She does it really gracefully.”

“Cuphead!”

“Swears like a sailor when she dies, too.”

“Bendy!”

“Don’t get your tail in a twist, girly. Now show this bone-head how Cagney kills you.”

“DICE!”

So...this is the first thing I’ve written in a few months, and oh my gosh it was cathartic! So when I bought Cuphead I had this mental image of Sans getting upset I was ‘cheating’ on him and Undertale, which became this idea. It was more of a warm-up write and an “I’M NOT DEAD” announcement. I have some new World Building stuff written for Bitty Readers, I just need to fiddle with my computer and see if I want to illustrate it. I may not - new computer, no art program I actually like. I had one, but it’s on CD and my new laptop doesn’t have a CD drive. Anyway, I’ll figure it out.

I hope you enjoyed this bit of meta-silliness! Every artist has their own little headspace, and this was a peek at mine. Love you all, and Happy New Years!

[silverskye13]

You wouldn't happen to have any fic recommendations lying around, would you? (Bonus points if Gaster and/or Grillby is involved, but anything Undertale related would be much appreciated ^^)

Woooo you’re gonna make me do some real searching around aincha? Ahaha that’s mostly my fault. I always binge read without abandon and then have to go back and find things again later. But here we go!

AO3 Fic Recs:

First Impressions by WatteauYouDoinghttp://archiveofourown.org/works/6595717/chapters/15088735This one I originally found because I was looking for Grillster comics and they illustrated what later became one of my favorite parts. It’s an AU where monsters were never trapped underground and the war between humans and monsters is more like a future-past-tech civil rebellion than an actual war between races. Swaps between Grillby, Gaster and a nondescript monster reader with them all eventually becoming a sort of poly relationship (though it’s only briefly touched on near the end of the story that I remember). 

It’s Not Too Late by The Ninja Mouse ( @theninjawrites​ on tumblr)http://archiveofourown.org/works/6304549You’ve heard me rant about this one before. I’ve made fanart for it. It’s beautiful. One of those rare romance fics that I’ve actually managed to fall in love with (so!! cute!!). Don’t dismiss it just because it’s Sans x Reader. Even if romance isn’t your thing, the characterization and personalities and just... I like everything about this one. You should’ve seen me when I read it for the first time, desperately clinging to a treadmill because I refused to put it down for even a second, screaming whenever something shocking happened and trying to hide from the stares of the strangers around me minding their own business. Oh yeah, and there’s like 2 seconds of Gaster / Grillby interaction that literally had me in tears because I just want everyone to be happy goddamnit.

“Acting” by fireweed15http://archiveofourown.org/works/6782086Short and sweet, maybe 3 paragraph flash fiction about an AU where Grillby and Gaster are spies under deep cover as a couple and this is the exact moment they realize they actually have feels for each other. It’s just cute.

Hellfire by renwhithttp://archiveofourown.org/works/5632420The first fanfic I ever read that involved Grillby being summoned for the war. I read it after I’d already started Casting Rain, when I realized I had no idea what I was doing. This is the fic that made me also realize I shouldn’t read other wartime fics because they’re Too Good (tm) and I’ll inevitably give up on mine because -- yeah. Anyway! It’s a good one. Gave me a lot of feels. I did not cry. But I came really fucking close.

What are Friends For by ichikoWindGryphon ( @ichiwashername-o on tumblr)http://archiveofourown.org/works/6670987/chapters/15257152Also read during my “I have no idea what I’m doing with this fic so I’m reading other peoples’ so I can have some perspective” phase and stopped because I didn’t want to accidentally appropriate anything (though you’ll probably remember I directly referenced it in CR once). Haven’t finished it yet but I really liked what I read so far of it. Papyrus is so well written!! And Gaster has good motivation (cool motive, still murder). 

The Pools at the Cliffs by Starfoghttp://archiveofourown.org/works/5304227/chapters/12245567One of the most unique concepts I’ve seen come out of this fandom. It’s a cute Alphyne AU where Alphys is an intern ichthyologist and Undyne is a frickin’ hellfire mermaid. I fell out of reading it because of how long the chapters took to update, and I’m actually not sure if the story was ever finished. But if you want a unique concept then have at thee!

Never a Lovely So Real by Kaesa ( @kaesaaurelia on tumblr)The best frickin mob/mafia AU story to ever grace the face of the planet I am so so serious. Honestly even if the story wasn’t as good as it is (which it is in fact extremely good) it would be worth reading because of the inner monologue of the main character. And wouldn’t you know it, the MC is Sans. And lemme tell ya, the way Kaesa writes Sans’ inner thoughts is amazing. It sounds real. Like an actor walked off the screen and narrated the story for me. Phenominal. Not finished yet I don’t think, and it hasn’t updated in a hot minute, but totally worth the binge read regardless.

Sticks & Stones by OneTypehttp://archiveofourown.org/works/6242380/chapters/14302720This one is NSFW, big warning for that now.The only reason I even recommend this one is because I fell in love with it before the NSFW elements came into the story and the concept is still amazing regardless of their implementation. Underswap Papyrus thinks he gets his time machine working and in a hilarious twist of fate, accidentally get’s stuck in his Fell counterpart’s body instead. After which ensues a conglomeration of embarrassing moments where Stretch has to try and get used to a pointy body and an even pointier reputation, try not to be too over conspicuous with how out of place his moral compass is in Underfell and - you guessed it - try not to get caught doing it. I love it to bits, but unfortunately the NSFW elements are actually fairly important to how the plot progresses, so if you are underage, you shouldn’t read this one, as you probably can’t skip the naughty bits without being confused. This is another one of those fics as well that’s slow to update and - arguably - will not be finished, so take that with a grain of salt.

Trust by Keetaspacecat ( @spacegate on Tumblr)http://archiveofourown.org/works/5378657/chapters/12423164This one is for the GasterBlaster!AU, and while I’m sure everyone is familiar with that by now I’ll explain anyway: Imagine bone werewolves. Except they’re bone dragons really. And also the skelebros. It’s a fucking cool concept.This one is about a very confused Grillby who stumbles on the poor baby skelebros as they are rifling through his trash, and does his best to help them out. The rest is a montage of Dad!Grillby moments where he does his best to take care of a pair of skeleton shapeshifters while slowly unraveling why they’re even a thing in the first place and being horrified with the answers he’s getting. This one is also a slow to update, and comes attached with some pretty heavy trigger warnings for child abuse topics, so be prepared.

Souls Entwined by Thrones_of_Warhttp://archiveofourown.org/works/6562342/chapters/15013777This one holds a special place in my heart because I haven’t technically read it. It’s been read to me over Skype by the author and their friend. It has found new life in my soul because of how outstanding their character voices are. Holy shit.Anyway! Technically a ‘book one’ in a pretty expansive series, it follows Frisk (and the disembodied Chara) as the two try to live normal lives and - oh wait, who the fuck is that godthing trying to kill everyone?? Aaaaaa???The main antag is a pretty overpowered OC, which I know can grate on peoples’ nerves sometimes. But the characterization is fantastic, and the inner banter between Chara and Frisk is pretty priceless.

The Scientist by talkingsouphttp://archiveofourown.org/works/5301182/chapters/12238256A pretty kickass story about Gaster and how he fell from grace - and into the core. Has a pretty believable fall-into-insanity arc and a really epic final fight scene on a catwalk above the melting core. I found this one originally because of a comic and am beyond glad I took the time to check out the fic itself! It’s basically my headcanon for any evil!Gaster you can think of. I can’t remember too much from it now because it’s been a little over a year now since I read it, but I fondly hold it as one of the first and best short fics I’ve read in this fandom.

Strike a Chord by LilyHellsing (they also have a tumblr but I can’t remember what it is, sorry!)http://archiveofourown.org/works/5387150/chapters/12442415The first long Grillby-centric fic I ever read. I actually can’t remember why I started reading it. I think I kind of just stumbled into it while I was enamored with Grillby and was following literally every Grillby blog I could find. Anyway. It’s a Reader x Grillby fic so smothered in fluff and cuteness that I could suffocate and die happy in it’s cocoon of warmth. I can’t remember a lot of the plot now (it’s been a hot minute since I read it) other than several of the most adorable dancing scenes I’ve ever read on paper. And also an ending so satisfying I actually sighed and laughed with relief when I read it.

A Promise for a Lifetime by Anchestor ( @anchestor on tumblr). http://archiveofourown.org/works/10078121Yes I know it’s you. Yes I’m recommending yourself to yourself. Fight me!!(Actually I just realize you’re not the only person who’s gonna read this ahaha, so for anyone else who wants to see my fic recs, here you be!). Fucking adorable and bittersweet and hurts my heart you monster. Gaster and Grillby get married and they stay married and happy forever you cannot tell me otherwise. //is still grossly sobbing//

Literally anything written by @procrastinatingbookworm you want your goddamn Grillster feels punched in the teeth you read their stuff and it’s well written so you better go read it I swear to god.

Flowerfell is a good one that most people have read that doesn’t exist anymore except as a dramatic read on Youtube I think. I know I had more Underfell AU ones that I liked during my Underfell phase last year but like... that was before I had an AO3 account so I didn’t bookmark anything god help me.

Another one I desperately want to read is “A Flame in the Dead of Night” by Sliver_setting_sun. It’s a Grillster wartime AU fic! But I don’t wanna read it until Casting Rain is done so...... uh....... if you have read or do read that one, like, tell me if it’s good? But no spoilers please!

Tumblr fic recs:

A Year Every Minute by @askull4everyoccasionIt’s been awhile since I read this one but it will forever stand out to me as the reason I started reading fanfiction in general, my favorite characterization of Gaster, and my headcanon for a lot of things to do with Undertale behind-the-scenes shenanigans. Follows Dr. Gaster and all his mishaps while raising the skelebros, and beyond. Their writing is fantastic, especially given how they literally uploaded a new chapter every fucking day while it was being written. I am still disappointed in myself for not drawing fanart for it, but now I feel awkward because it’s been out forever and I like... feel as though I’ve missed my chance. Anyway. If you read it and can’t get enough of the universe like I couldn’t then good news! They have / had a running RP with AU versions of their Gaster as well as 1000 shorts to do with the AYEM universe, and a sequel/prequel in the works currently. It’s fucking insane they should be a professional author I swear J K Rowling couldn’t expand on her universe the way this goober has.

I only read AYEM and the related extras, but I have only heard good things about the rest of the fandom this amazing author has created for themselves so like... go for it. Read it all.

BOTWOT and SOS by @abadtime

Another of the very first fics I ever read for this fandom and also forever one of my favorites. This one is an Evil!Gaster story. Tons of mystery especially at the beginning of BOTWOT. SOS is the sequel and is still in the works as far as I know. I’m not caught up on the SOS chapters, but BOTWOT was my lifeblood for awhile there. I used to crouch by the computer clamoring for an update. Another one as well that I wished I’d drawn fanart for, but now feel as though I missed my chance. Plus like... giant bone dragons are really frickin’ hard to draw.

Pressure by @themanicmagician​Ah yes, I did remember one Underfell story that I enjoyed. I can’t remember much from this one now since I read it so long ago, just that I adored it at the time. Lots of Sans / Papyrus angst. I know someone is currently making a comic of the whole thing which is frickin’ fantastic and the writer really deserves it! It’s good. And a cool Underfell Sans / Flowey dynamic is involved in this one as well, which was cool to see. I’ve also been curious about “You’re Gonna Have a Sad Time” by this author because it involves the Empress Undyne Nuetral Ending in the game, but I haven’t taken the time to read it yet. If you read that one you should let me know how it is!Fair warning that some of this author’s other content is NSFW, so please take care of your likes/dislikes/triggers/age/etc while going through their other stuff.

Spectrum by @that1nkyone​Another one I should draw fanart for at some point :’DThis is another in the GB!AU, is currently ongoing and is frickin’ fantastic. I can’t wait to see how all the ties come together - and I even more want to know what the holy heckaroo happened to Gaster to make him the way he is. A lot has been implied but nothing specifically said. Anyway! This fic is a goddamn labor of love, including an entire chapter in comic form - and lemme tell ya, if you think they’re a good author you ain’t seen anything until you’ve seen their artwork! Anyway, Undyne. So many people forget how epic Undyne is. 1nky does not. I frickin’ love their depiction of Undyne. i would read this story for Undyne even if the rest of it was terrible. As it turns out, the rest of it is far from terrible. In fact, it is all very much on par with how epic their Undyne is, which is pretty damn epic. This fic has made me so emotional. I have literally cheered out loud while reading some parts of this.

Flowey Is Not A Good Life Coach by @unrestedjade​I know everyone and their mother has recommended this one at some point, and I’m going to politely recommend it as well. I could say a lot about this, but all I’m actually gonna say is I probably shouldn’t have been reading it while my anxiety was at one of it’s peaks. It was good. Too good. 

A pretty cool unnamed Grillby shortfic by @saucissans​http://saucissans.tumblr.com/post/134857620829/inspired-by-iirc-sushinfood-s-idea-ofI link this one because I have no idea if this person writes more fanfics or if this was just a one-time thing. Anyway!It’s basically a kind of flash-fiction-esque ficlet about Grillby stopping a forest fire on the surface, expanding on a headcannon by sushinfood. It is probably one of the first Grillby-centric things I’ve ever read and marks the beginning of my slow descent into obsession with the fire man. Give it a like and a reblog! It’s adorable!

Fanfiction.net Fic Recommendations

....... none. Zero. Zilch.Though to be fair I haven’t looked very much. Their tagging system over there sucks though? The only Undertale fic I remember reading on that site was definitely not something I wanted to read, but I was so confused by the writing style that it didn’t dawn on me what I was reading until it was already too late. It’s about like eating one of those bamboozled jelly beans? I didn’t realize until after it was already in my mouth just how bad it tasted, so to speak.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand I’ve been too busy (and scared) to search through there ever since!

That does it for my fic recs I think. That’s everything I can find/remember anyway. Have fun!

[theunnamedstranger]

Okay, let me preface this by saying that this is the absolute last thing I’ll say regarding this drama. For a few reasons.

1. Seashel’s just gonna resort to the same dumb ass insults that he’s using right now if he finds this post, and this will become redundant quickly.

2. Taitoki has apologized and wants to move on from this, and especially since she follows me, I don’t want her to have to see more of this.

3. Generally, I don’t want to spam my followers with drama they don’t care about.

So seashel can talk more shit if he wants to. He can hide behind his block like the spineless coward he is and hurl the same insults I’ve heard a thousand times from other people. I’m not dignifying him with any more responses after this one. He’s not worth my time.

With that being said, let’s pick this apart. Under the cut.

Are you seriously calling me a white knight just because I’m defending someone who happens to be female? Or do you just not know what the term “white knight” actually means?

Secondly, you agreed with my criticism of the absurd length of your review of that one bad space funeral game. Don’t sit here and act like it was me complaining like a bitch when you thanked me for giving constructive criticism to your review.

Look at this. Look at it. 

Now stop lying

I’m not even touching the matpatt post because it’s just you being a fucking sperglord and acting all surprised when you insulted a youtuber and his fans and got blowback from said fans that you just insulted. And then you have the gall to say that matt’s fans can’t handle a slight ribbing because they were mildly upset when you insulted them.

...Well, shit, I ended up talking about that post anyway. Oh well.

I don’t get offended by much of anything. Disagreement doesn’t mean I’m offended, despite what you seem to think. Fuckin’ hell, if anything I’m elated. Seeing you bend over backwards and jerk yourself off like this is legitimately curing my depression. It’s just so much fun to mock you. I love it.

I don’t recall when I ever made a point to you that demanded evidence, but you frankly have absolutely fucking zero ground to speak when it comes to providing evidence. More on that in a second.

You know what, you’re right. I had no involvement with this drama. As far as the claims put forward, I’ll just let Taitoki speak for herself.

But here’s two things I can say with confidence about this whole situation.

1. You blow everything presented out of proportion

2. Your evidence is abysmal, and, according to the apology video, outdated.

The evidence you give for Taitoki being a “pedophile apologist” is her suggesting to a friend that he block some creeper that was harassing him. According to Taitoki’s apology, she apparently got angry at one point and said some things that made her sound like a pedo apologist. But not only does she categorically deny actually being one, the snippets of conversation you provide as evidence don’t help the case in the slightest.

The evidence you gave for her harassing Lineder? You saying in skype that she made jokes about his depression on stream. You literally cited yourself as a source.

According to the apology, Taitoki apparently made jokes during a stream that Lineder didn’t seem bothered by, but was then approached by someone else and told that Lineder was indeed upset by those jokes. This smells exceedingly fishy, but out of respect I’m going to take it at face value. This just seems to be a lack of communication, and will hopefully be resolved soon.

So if we be exceedingly generous, Taitoki is guilty of saying a bunch of hurtful things and fucking up a lot with shit she says, unintentionally looking like a bully and pedo apologist in the process.

Why are you comparing this to Bard?

You know, that sniveling little shit who doxxed you, sexually harassed your friends and wouldn’t leave you alone for almost half a year afterwards? You’re comparing her to someone who’s only guilty of mean words on the internet? Not only that, you’re acting like Taitoki’s somehow worse.

This is why I compared you to Keemstar. You blow things out of proportion and stir shit up about people on the internet. Only instead of doing it for internet points, you genuinely believe you’re doing something righteous.

More lying. I haven’t followed you since the bard drama, and I gladly reblog your stuff without beef when it isn’t saturated in bullshit drama.

Not to mention I was on your side during the Bard and Sodapop drama, when you called out people who were actually bad. I also reblogged plenty of your art back before you saturated the blog with drama. You know this. Stop lying.

Oh boy, this final paragraph is where Seashel just abandons any illusion of reasoning and just slings insults at me like monkey shit. This is all fluff and serves no purpose, but I’m gonna have plenty of fun mocking this after the intellectual rigor that was the rest of that post. It’ll be like a day at the spa.

imagine actually getting out bandicam to record the fact that you got blocked

I do that with everyone who blocks me. It’s part of my “wall of shame” tag. It’s because I kept having problems with people who block me and then pretend they didn’t block me when I block them back.

AND THEN THEY USED HOMESTUCK REACTION IMAGES ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME.

I’m mostly doing it because I started reading it again, and pesterlogs make for great reaction images, just in case you really wanted to know.

Honestly, mocking someone’s choice of reaction image is just the lowest possible blow you can ever hope to use. It’s not scraping the bottom of the barrel, it’s punching a hole in the barrel and wearing it.

It’s for this reason that I will continue to use homestuck reaction images.

In addition to that, an unironic MRA running an undertale themed blog - the concept itself is so beautifully cringey.

I don’t really know what’s so cringeworthy about being an MRA. I also don’t run and “undertale themed blog” The only things Undertale on my blog are

1. My blog theme

2. My icon

3. Art I occasionally reblog

This is literally “lol ur a furry/brony blog” under a different name. Please stop.

Also, you call me cringey? You’re an adult, right? Presumably old enough to vote in the united states? Because you don’t act like one. You can’t take any confrontation without SCREAMING AND YELLING and hurling your own shit everywhere, and you mock others for not being able to accept different viewpoints when you can’t either.

I’m still a teenager. It’s kind of impossible for me to not be cringeworthy. You have no excuse.

Also.

Papyrus was originally going to be an MRA/brony stereotype, according to the official artbook for Undertale.

I own this character, bitch

They’re either the best troll (no reference intended) I’ve ever seen, or an amazing lolcow with 0 self awareness. Either way it’s golden.

Why is it that whenever I make a serious point everyone assumes I’m a troll, and whenever I’m trolling people assume I’m being serious?

Also, how do I lack self awareness? Do you know what the phrase means? How complete is your understanding of the english language?

Also, your most recent posts at time of writing seem to be slandering me quite a lot, yet you refuse to use my actual username and just call me “the mra papyrus”. What, am I voldemort now? Will stating my name cause Ragnarok?

Anyway, I’m going to apply Ice Law, as Seashel once coined after the bard drama, and cease talking to or about him. This post is going on my wall of shame, and he will be on record as the most unbelievably cancerous people I’ve talked to on this website to date. Thank you Seashel, you reminded me of why I signed up in the first place.

[hugsohugs]

followup to my last (personal) post

(LONG-ass embarrassing rambling below the cut abt undertale oh god)

undertale is still so fuckin good

like jeez the songs STILL effect me emotionally!! it’s been like. over a year since i played the game or even watched a walkthrough and “his theme” still fuckin gets to me

even tho the big thing w/ sans kinda turned me away from the fandom i haven’t really stopped loving this game

ok this is gonna sound super melodramatic but i honestly feel like undertale changed me a little?? it changed my perspective on a lot of things, on the possibility of peace, and on what a video game can be (if that makes sense)

and y’know it’s the perfect difficulty level, where you’re not really frustrated but you’re not bored either, you have Genuine Fun while also learning about these amazing adorable characters

like fuck. melodramatic again but i honestly felt like the characters were like...real friends of mine

the effect faded over time but my love for them did not

this is like, one of the VERY few games out there that legit touched me and left an impression on me.

it feels like that kind of game where if it had popped up a few years earlier it would’ve been hailed as a cult classic. i think the time it appeared definitely effected how it was received

but it still touched so, SO many people, y’know?

i remember when it was still a demo

and we didn’t know anything about what the game would be like

we didn’t know most of the cast. sans and papyrus were “those weird skeleton guys that show up in a few teasers and at the end of the good ending”

and y’know, we saw the game for its special flavor of humor, its special kind of feeling it gives you in general, but we didn’t KNOW

we had NO idea what it would become

shit EXCEEDED my expectations

i remember leaving the ruins for the first time and being kind of scared

like, oh man, this is it, this is the game, the REAL game

what should i expect? i don’t know. what’s going to happen next?

and i think sans kinda sets expectations from there lmao

and then the game just fuckin,, sucks you in. you fuckin fall in love!!

i have so many emotions associated with every damn track, i can remember reaching each part and just feeling things, specific emotions

i’m bad at words lol

but my point is the game so perfectly builds up the world it’s set in and you feel like you’re THERE

i just now kinda, forced myself to remember that undertale is a game, and it felt kind of weird to think that. that probably sounds crazy but that’s just the extent of the game’s emotion-pulling, and the effect of all the damn choices and secrets for Every Little Action

i love all of this fuckin game!! it still gets to me so long later

i should really like,,

either play the game or rewatch cryaotic’s playthrough. idk if i want to repeat everything i already did but cry was pretty thorough and it’s fun to watch someone play undertale for the first time in general tbh?? watch ‘em feel the same things you did, and discover things, and figure things out...

fuck i’m super emotional about this

bless u toby fox

bless u.