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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Horrortale: Rotten Apple - Chapter 15

Hello, new chapter!

Sans is finally free to go after his recovery. But Alphys has some not-so-encouraging words to confess to him about the CORE.

It's also time to say goodbye to Asgore. A calm ceremony to remember the old King and ease the tensions. Right, Toriel and Undyne? .... Right????

It's the end of the first part of this story!

After years of lock down under Mont Ebott, the Monsters thought that Frisk's fall would finally put an end to their miserable life. Because they was pacifist, everyone thought freedom closer than ever. But Asgore's murder deadly hit every last piece of their hopes and dreams.

The events are getting out of control. Undyne and Toriel engaged a no-mercy fight to get the throne, each one with extreme opposite ideas. If the old queen wish for peace to come back, Undyne, traumatised by her mentor's death, only wants a war that would sign the end of humanity.

Far away from all these politics, Sans is waiting. He knows that Frisk never would have kill Asgore on purpose and that they are far from the horrible monster described by Undyne in her destructive propaganda. For the first time in a while, he's still holding on the promise the kid made : coming back to break the Barrier. That dangerous way of thinking might cost him everything he ever had down here.

But the day the CORE stopped working, all of them will have to make dangerous choices despite friendships and betrayals. Down here, it's walk or die.

[aylish91]

New chapter incoming!!

Sea Of Hope Chapter 8

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While Axe checked you over, Edge grabbed Red by the back of the neck and stormed down the main hatch, loudly yelling at the rest of the crew to mind their own business as they scurried out of his way. For the most part, Red's protests went unheard as he was dragged down the steep steps. Blue, on the other hand, had hesitantly approached Papyrus, whispering something before they too turned and headed past the hatch, disappearing through a pair of doors into the upper levels of the ship. 

The clearing of a throat had you tensing and pressing closer to Axe. Black had once again gotten closer than you were comfortable with, standing only a couple paces away. “AS HEARTWARMING AS THIS IS, IT IS QUICKLY BECOMING LATE AND THE LADY STILL NEEDS ADEQUATE DRESS. MY BROTHER’S COAT IS HARDLY A FITTING SUBSTITUTE.”  

Rus chuckled beside him. However, when he made to comment, a look from Black had him looking down instead. 

Axe narrowed his sockets. “Don’t know where you’re planning on get’n somethin. Ain’t exactly swimmin in extras and you’ve refused to mend mine so I could give it to her.”  

Black scoffed. “YOU FAILED TO MENTION IT WAS FOR YOUR MARKED. YOU HAVE ALSO YET TO COMPLETE THE TASK I ASKED OF YOU. I DID NOT SEE THE POINT IN TURNING IN YOUR FAVOR WHEN MY OWN HAD BEEN UNMET.” 

“Been busy.” 

“AS WE’VE ALL.” 

Something shifted in the air, both of their eyelights brightening. Rus glared, moving closer to his brother. It took Crooks placing a hand on Axe’s shoulder for the two to back down. 

“Petty bastard.” 

“WHEN IT SUITS ME.” With a flourish of a hand and a half step back, he indicated the direction of the doors, continuing to meet Axe’s gaze. “NOW, I BELIEVE WE SHOULD ATTEMPT TO FIND SOMETHING MORE SUITABLE UNTIL NEXT WE MAKE PORT. SURELY YOU CAN AGREE IT WOULD BE IN EVERYONE’S BEST INTEREST.”  

“Fine, but we’re not leadin’.” You could hear the creak of Axe’s teeth. 

“OF COURSE.” With a tight turn, Black nodded, marching forward with Rus trailing behind with a wink. "AS YOU WISH." 

Axe refused to move at first, tugging his empty socket and prompting a sighing Crooks to nudge you both. "I Know You Don’t Like Him, But He Is Fair.” 

“Bastard never does anything fer free.” 

“And Yet, He Has A Point.”  

Neither you nor Axe was reassured but allowed him to guide you forward regardless. Crewmen brave enough to linger eyed your group with various degrees of emotion. When a dog monster growled, another was quick to slap the back of their head, nervously hunching at a glare from both of your skeleton friends. You tried not to show your fear or your growing limp as you passed, hoping Rus' long coat hid what you couldn’t. It didn't seem like a good idea to show weakness around others. The watchful eyes and aggressive postures spoke volumes to your already heightened nerves. Entering the ship did nothing to ease your discomfort.  

It felt cramped and pressing despite having more than enough space and light. Unlike the previous ship, several lanterns lit the expanse leaving no ominous shadows or darkened areas. You could easily see all the doors lining the walls as well as the beautifully carved and decorated windowed doors marking the end of the hall. Rus waited near the last door on the left.  

It was calm and warm, but you couldn’t shake off the feelings of danger. 

“Ya c’n go inside Darlin. Milord’s wait’n.” Rus stood to the side, motioning you inside the now open door. 

You looked to your companions. While Axe kept his eyelight on Rus, Crooks’ soft smile and nod gave you enough of a boost to cautiously cross the threshold. It smelled of lavender tinted with something you couldn’t quite place, the overall size relatively small. What looked like a narrow modified canopy bed connected to the wall was on your right. In front of you, under a single window, was a rather lovely desk intricately carved with polished knobs. To your immediate left was an open decorative chest shoved in the corner. Everything was of exquisite taste and quality, from the bedding and carvings on the furniture to the upholstery on the chair at the desk. The few trinkets left out were of fine gold or silver with glistening jewels. 

You jumped when the door closed behind you. Axe nor Crooks had made it inside. It had your stomach rolling with nerves. You did not anticipate having the others closed out. Having Black now between you and the only exit made it worse. His eyelights were too bright. 

Didn’t Rus call him a lord...? 

Your chest tightened at his approach, making sure to lower your gaze. 

“TRUE TO MY WORD, THAT HORROR’S GARMENT HAS BEEN MENDED. HAD I KNOWN IT WAS FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS, I NEVER WOULD HAVE HELD ONTO IT.” In his hands was a large linen shirt, neatly folded and dark in color. Holding it out, he offered it to you. “PUT IT ON. I WILL ADJUST IT AS NEEDED AFTER.” 

You froze, intently focusing on the simple article of cloth. Was he expecting you to do it here and now? In front of him? Wasn’t it bad enough you were laid bare in front of all those on the deck, or stars, when you pressed yourself against Blue? At least Axe had good reason to see you. Multiple! To willingly undress now in the presence of a man other than your husband...  

By the angel, what would Axe think of all this? 

Black must have noticed your silent panicked uncertainty when you didn’t immediately take it. Clearing his throat, something in his tone changed. “I SHALL, OF COURSE, REFRAIN FROM LOOKING WHILE YOU DO SO. YOU MAY LEAVE MY BROTHER’S COAT ON THE CHAIR WHEN YOU ARE READY.” 

It was hard not to squirm. While that was greatly appreciated, it still felt uncomfortable. Could you trust his word? You hardly knew the man. Perhaps things may have felt different if the room wasn’t quite so stifling or the door hadn’t been shut so suddenly. 

Luckily, heavy thumps in the hall distracted Black enough for him to hand you the garment himself, squinting at the door behind him. He was just about to speak again when another set of thumps sounded, this time shaking the door. Growling, he finally turned when the muffled voices following the noise got angrier. 

You really didn’t want to do this right now. Not here. Not with all the uncertainties surrounding you.  

Taking a slow breath in, you let it out. The sooner you changed, the sooner you could be rid of these unsettling feelings. With unsteady fingers twitching against the fabric as you took one last glance at Black’s back. 

One more breath. 

The sound of your rattling bones was louder without the security of the coat. Placing it on the chair, you did your best to quickly dress.  

The feeling of fabric against your bones was surprisingly comforting as you pulled it over your head. True to Axe’s size, the shirt almost went to your knees. It was so large the fabric pooled on your much smaller frame and reminded you of the nightgowns you used to wear back at the manor. 

If only it wasn’t so short. 

Though your more private areas were covered, it was not good for a lady to show so much… leg. You tugged at the hem, the sleeves threatening to engulf your hands.  

“I’m dressed, my lord.” 

A calculated breath was your only answer before his eyelights found you, fuzzy with a slight warble. You had to second guess if you had seen them correctly, for the next moment they were back to their bright and sharp orbs. Getting closer, they traveled over you as he hummed, the heel of his boots clicking as he circled. If you had hair, it would have stood on end at the subtle brush of his hand against your back. 

“AS I EXPECTED.” 

You startled, yelping when he came around to lightly grip your hips. Instinctively, your hands came to your chest from the forwardness, sockets wide. He paid no mind, eyelights intent on the bunched fabric. He only let go to pull a satin rope from his pocket. 

You squeaked again when he reached around you to wrap it around your waist. 

“MUCH BETTER. HOWEVER," His gloved hands touched your elbows, slowly moving up your arms to grasp your hands for inspection. “YOUR MAGIC. IT IS MUCH TOO THIN…” He turned them over. “Hmmmmm. Knowing Him…” 

Your chest clenched. He was close enough you could feel his ambient heat and wisps of breath. 

Before Black could say or do anything else, his door nearly burst off its hinges, a very aggravated Axe forcing it open. Black pulled you into him with a snarl, eyelights vanishing with the click of his teeth. Stuck in a headlock was a disgruntled Rus, resigned to the hold around his neck. 

You didn’t know if you could physically handle any more stress.  

“BY THE ANGEL, YOU WILL REPLACE THAT LOCK IF YOU HAVE BROKEN IT!” 

Axe’s voice was low, grin tight as he took in the scene. “Don’t appreciate the closed door, Black. Hell ya think yer doin’ in here?” 

Black placed you behind him, grumbling a growl. “AS I STATED EARLIER, I HAVE GIVEN HER SOMETHING TO ADEQUATELY COVER HERSELF UNTIL WE CAN PROCURE SOMETHING MORE FITTING.”  

Axe narrowed his sockets at Black’s squared shoulders. For a split second, you could see the red orb of his eyelight flick over the man in front of you before it focused on you.  

“Sure that's all ya were doin’?” 

The fabric of Black’s gloves creaked. “IF YOU MUST KNOW, I WAS INSPECTING HER MAGIC FLOW. I’M NO EXPERT, BUT EVEN I CAN TELL IT’S RUNNING LOW. A MORE IMPORTANT QUESTION WOULD BE, WHY HAVEN’T YOU—” 

“I’ve been doin’ exactly what I need ta be. Don’t need ta explain myself either.” Rus stumbled into the room when Axe unceremoniously released him to motion to you. “Now, if yer done?” 

With a snarl, Black pointed a finger. “NOW SEE HERE YOU–” 

Instinctually, you reached out, stopping just before Black’s arm. “My lord, I!” You faltered at his abrupt attention, pulling back to dip your head in respect. “I thank you for your kindness, but I should return to my lord husband before any more misunderstandings occur.” 

His eyelights stuttered. “I, I BEG YOUR PARDON?” 

There was a beat of awkward silence before Axe broke into heavy laughter, the loudest and deepest you’ve heard from him. It was enough to warm your cheeks as he beckoned you out and away from the room. Black gaped, slack-jawed and sputtering as you passed. You were already being guided onto the deck by the time he was able to call out one last time from his doorway. 

“AXE! YOU WILL… THAT… YOU WILL EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” 

Axe only laughed harder, closing the doors behind you. 

The sun had mostly set by the time you stepped out into the humid sea air. You would have done anything in the past to be able to look up, out, and around but Axe was swift in guiding you down the main hatch. You didn’t want to linger longer than necessary anyway. 

You didn’t have Rus’s coat to hide under. 

You were grateful for the darkness once you were under. The lanterns were farther spread, some empty of light altogether. It helped ease your mind against the wandering eyes. Most gathered under the brightest lamps, playing cards at makeshift tables, drinking, and socializing while others lounged in hammocks hanging interspersed between the canons. While some watched you pass, Axe was surprisingly good at slipping through the darkest areas to avoid the unwanted attention.  

The closer you got to the front of the ship, the fewer people there were until you came upon barrels and crates stacked near and around an area quartered off by familiar heavy sheets. You could even recognize the stack you and Blue had hidden next to, the sheet on that side still halfway pulled down. Axe was kind enough to hold the flap for you to enter. 

Finally, you were able to relax the tension out of your shoulders and pained joints. You wanted to climb back into the hammock and rest your aching pelvis, maybe snuggle against Axe and his warmth. The way he moved about though had you gingerly sitting on his stool, setting it upright from where it had been knocked over. 

You wondered when that had occurred. What happened after you had been taken? 

... 

A quiet curse had you looking back at Axe as he re-fastened the makeshift wall. There were a few more rips in it than you remembered. If he had any sewing supplies, you would have to mend them. It was the least you could do as thanks. 

You let out a slow breath, peering down at your clenched fists. They were cold and stiff on your lap. Black had been interested in them. The lot of them had been interested in general, but he had seemed so focused. 

Your voice was soft, hesitant as you summoned the courage to speak. “Axe? I have so many questions, but I’m afraid… I don’t know if I’m allowed to ask.” 

Axe chuckled. “Don’t gotta be afraid with me, Dove. It’s good ta ask questions around here. The more ya know the better, good or bad. Don’t let anyone tell ya otherwise.” 

You picked at the hem of the shirt, smoothing it down as much as you could. “Is that true?" Axe simply grunted. Collecting yourself, you forced yourself to ask the questions burning your mind. "What is a Banthos? What does it mean to be one? And what did Black mean when he said my magic was too thin? I don’t have magic. I’m not… I’m not even a monster.” 

It was hard not to flinch when, from your peripherals, you saw him stop. His voice had become more serious but thankfully still soft.  

“The hell yer not. Listen, I don’t know what you’ve been told, where ya come from, or what ya been through. But you’re as much of a monster as the rest of us. You’re made of magic and hope just like me.” He came over to place your hand in his scarred one, taking a knee to look directly into your sockets. “We’re the same. Dust and all. It don’t matter about anything else. As fer your magic,” he rubbed his face with a frustrated sigh, “let me worry about that. Just know ya got it and I’m gonna make damn sure ta get it where it needs ta be.” 

You didn’t know what to say to that, but it sent a comforting feeling to your chest. He was always so warm. It reminded you of your mother.  

Nodding, you were about to ask about your first question when footsteps interrupted you. Axe stood, moving between you and the flap.  

“AXE, IT IS GETTING LATE. I HAVE TAKEN THE LIBERTY OF PREPARING SANS’ ROOM FOR THE LITTLE MISS. I HOPE YOU HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN.”  

Axe only slightly relaxed at the sound of Papyrus’ voice, not moving but calling out to the other skeleton. “I can take her when we’re ready. Just got a few–” he bristled when Papyrus entered and smiled down at you, hand twitching at his side –“more things ta take care of.” 

“AND WHAT MIGHT THAT BE SO I MAY HELP?” When Axe only grumbled, Papyrus took it upon himself to continue. “WELL, WHILE YOU FIGURE THINGS OUT, I SHALL MAKE SURE TO GET HER SAFELY TO HER NEW LODGINGS.” 

You both tensed. “Papyrus. Paps. At least let things settle before ya drag er away. You saw Sans. I don’t trust him.” 

Papyrus looked a little sheepish at the accusation. “I UNDERSTAND YOUR CONCERN, BUT I HAVE FAITH THAT THIS WILL WORK. I MYSELF WILL KEEP AN EYE ON THINGS IF I MUST. He Means Well. NOT THAT, THAT IS AN EXCUSE FOR HIS TERRIBLE BEHAVIOR.” He came forward to place a hand on Axe’s shoulder, humble and pleading. “WON’T YOU AT LEAST TRUST ME?” 

You couldn’t place the look that crossed Axe’s face from the question, the red orb of his eyelight quaking until his free hand brushed the edges of his empty socket. “That’s cheat’n…” There was a heaviness to the silence.  

When Axe’s shoulders sagged, Papyrus gave him back his space. “All WILL BE WELL. I’M SURE OF IT.” 

You were uncertain as to what you needed to do, but before you could stand, Axe nudged you back down. With the reluctance of a stubborn cat, he then went about gathering items he had deemed yours, going so far as draping his favored blanket over your shoulders. When all was said and done, you were left with a surprisingly intricate box full of puzzles, Axe’s blanket, and an affectionate nuzzle to your neck.  

It was with a heavy heart and a glowing face that you eventually followed Papyrus back out into the darkness. 

You did your best to keep up with his long strides, missing Axe’s purposely slowed gait. You could feel the grinding strain on your pelvis and lower joints with each step. You focused on the clack of your feet to keep your mind off the aching. Papyrus was already several steps ahead of you when he got to the steps.  

Blessedly, he turned to wait for you. 

It was embarrassing how out of breath you had become from such a short distance, especially when you knew you didn’t technically need to breathe. You were even more so when Papyrus cocked his head to look you over with a contemplative hum. 

His smile was kind. “MY APOLOGIES MISS. I KNEW YOU WERE IN ROUGH SHAPE, BUT I HADN’T REALIZED…” He glanced up the steps. “PERHAPS IT WOULD BE BETTER FOR ME TO HELP.” 

Without so much as a warning, he picked you up and draped you across both of his arms. You almost dropped your box, squeaking in surprise as he ascended to the deck. Your mind and tongue had stopped working from the suddenness. Though Axe had carried you once before and had moved you a few times, you didn’t quite know what to think of this stranger picking you up so nonchalantly. It was as if it was the most normal thing in the world for him, smile just as polite and kind as before. 

With him carrying you, it took little time to cross the rest of the way back through the double doors and down to the end of the hall. Standing in front of the windowed doors, you were only jostled a little when he turned the knob. He used his boot to kick it open the rest of the way with a bang, making you flinch when the glass shook precariously. 

You thought you saw a flash of blue, but when you looked, there was nothing there but a railed raised platform with an extravagant-looking bed, windows lining the entirety of the back wall. 

You shuddered. It smelled overwhelmingly of snow and cold rain. 

Scrunching his nasal ridge, Papyrus walked around a heavy round table with a scattering of papers and a lantern. Stepping onto the platform, he carefully set you down, turning to furiously rip the blankets off the bed to ball and fling them across the room with a fwump. 

“FORGIVE MY IDIOT OF A BROTHER. I WILL BE HAVING A TALK WITH HIM ABOUT APPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR LATER. FOR NOW, I’M AFRAID THIS WILL HAVE TO DO. AT LEAST THE BED IS EXCEPTIONALLY COMFORTABLE.” He put his hand down to pat the mattress. “IT IS A GIMBAL BED, MADE WITH LARGER MONSTERS IN MIND SO YOU WILL HAVE PLENTY OF SPACE AND WON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THE TIPPING OF THE SHIP.” 

When you didn’t move, he gently ushered you to sit before making his way to the windows. It was so dark now that the light from the lamp effectively turned them into mirrors. You were grateful, too afraid to look through them. To your relief, Papyrus closed the many curtains for each once. Once done, he gently took your box and stood at the end of the bed, bowing slightly from the waist. 

“I WOULD STAY TO HELP YOU SETTLE, BUT I UNFORTUNATELY HAVE OTHER DUTIES I NEED TO TAKE CARE OF AT THIS TIME. BUT DO NOT FEAR, I WILL MAKE SURE SOMEONE WILL BE BY IN THE MORNING TO BRING YOU SOME TEA AND BREAKFAST AND TO WELCOME YOU.” Walking away, he stopped to place your box on the table and extinguish the lantern. “SLEEP WELL MISS.”  

With a wave, he picked up the bundle of discarded blankets and walked out the door, closing it behind him. 

… 

It was frightening, alone in the dark.

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[maxbruiser]

Extra: mc and Mr midnight

Some fanart for @starbellbunny who wrote Raccoons Like Bones on AO3. You should check it out! :)

[r3db3ans]

Thank you @teasnarker92 for your wonderful stories.

I know it's really not much, but that this little fanart of "To Grandma's House To Go" will make you happy!!!

I've never had so many smiles by just reading your fanfiction!!!

Thank you once again !!

[cloudyskydreams]

Do u have any xreader fic recommendations?

Luv ur writing btw<33

AHHHHHHH boy do I that's mainly what I read lol

I have actually been waiting for this moment stg I have basically no one in my life who also reads fanfiction so theres no one to really talk to about it

A few that immediately come to mind are:

Aggre(g/v)ation by Llama Goddess!, Complete, 180,000 words, Fem reader

•Okay this one I have very faint memory of and from what I can remember it's a reverse harem fic (gonna be a pretty common troupe here)with UT sans, UF sans, and HT sans. I really liked the characterization of the boys in this fic and it had good pacing and plot. I believe you're UT sans roommate and then all the machine bs happens and it pulls through UF sans first and then HT sans a bit later on in the story.

Dirty Laundry(fem and masc) by Popatochisp, Complete, 162,476 words for fem 182,622 words for masc

• THE swapfell fic. Both skeleton brothers x reader here with SF sans being romanced later on in the book. I absolutely devoured this fic it was great pacing,great characterization,THE PLOT 😙👌. So it starts off with you doing laundry at a Laundromat and you feel someone watching you. Looking around you see a tall skeleton trying to sneakily watch you and you're like what is he up to. So you approach him and you're like can I help you and he gets super embarrassed because the whole issue here is he doesn't know how to do laundry. So you teach him and end up getting his number and he wants you to become his adulting teacher basically. Not gonna spoil much more but this book is! so! good! Really fluffy with just the right amount of drama and action mixed in. Hard recommend!

On top of the bone pile by Lyrjok, Complete, Includes SMUT, 422,222 words Fem reader

•Another reverse harem this one has a bunch of boys let's see romance wise there's UT, US, UF, and SF maybe G!Sans as well can't remember, There's also ink and error but they're there for plot reasons. This one is cute and has good pacing. I can't really remember the plot super well besides the ending and I don't want to spoil that for y'all. I picked it up for the smut but ended up really liking it and how the author portrays the boys is pretty good!

Smells like Chalk and Beeswax by ShittyDinner, Complete, Includes SMUT 78,841, Fem reader

•Okay first of all this fic does NOT have a happy ending and I figured that out the hard way. Istg it hurt me so bad I couldn't read fanfiction for like two weeks after I finished it because I couldn't stop thinking about the ending and it was ruining my reading experience. SO BE WARNED. This fic is a US sans x reader with uh some US papyrus x reader as well. Absolutely great fic here, the plot and pacing are perfect I love the boys here. I remember the plot of this one so viscerally starts off with an earthquake and you end up saving US sans. He gets your number and wants to befriend you basically right away. Don't want to spoil anything but the story moves pretty quick so you won't be waiting long if you read this!

Smells like Chalk and Cockatoo byShittyDiner, Complete, Includes SMUT, 128,555 words,Fem reader

This is by the same author as the last one and kinda follows a simular plotline but instead it is UT sans x reader. If i remember correctly it does have a happy ending. So a fair warning for this one Sans is abusive at some points its actually a pretty big plot point so if topics like that are triggering to you this is not the fic for you. I cant really remember the plot of this one too well but im pretty sure you meet papyrus first and sans a bit later on. Its pacing is pretty decent and i feel it has a good amount of drama plus you get to have a kid with sans near the end which was cute to see.

OKAY i feel like six is enough for now but if you guys wants more just let me know i have so many and i love yapping about fics i like lol. ALSO if you have any papyrus x reader recs any au please drop them in the comments or message them to me i am a huge sans simp but i feel like its finally time to give paps some attention

ALSO ALSO not fanfiction but fanfiction esque Darkpetal16 is working on some undertale au interactive fiction with romance involved in most of them, they even have a few finished! For anyone who doesnt know what Interactive Fiction is it's basically a text based game and i find them pretty neat. The ones that are finished are Siren Call, Underswap, Underfell, and Dusttale!

[mspandorasart]

Sharing the illustrations from my drabble as well. (Yes, this is blatant advertisement-)

[rowanmutt-afterdark]

CRYING SOBBING SCREAMING!!!! /p

Thank you again to the wonderful @lemonyskulls for bringing the Replanting Roots crew to life for me! I commissioned them and I am IN LOVE with how much detail they put into the art. They went above and beyond my expectations. Please go and him some love and support! He deserves it with the amazing talent that he has.

Horrortale Paps- Cedar

Horrortale Sans- Hickory

Fellswap Sans- Sable

Fellswap Papyrus- Whiskey

Horrortale belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

Fellswap Red belongs to Ziznine

Again thank you so so SO much Lemon! I am beyond happy with the results!

I will be posting the next update within a few days for Replanting Roots over on AO3.

[throatofdelusionincarnate]

Patience

Horror! Sans x Reader Oneshot

Heavy angst in this one! Please check content warnings! Please!

Cross posted to AO3 under the same username throatofdelusionincarnate

CW - Death, Cannibalism, Graphic Violence, Gore, Blood, Anxiety, Grief

Word Count - 1,981

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Air sits heavy in your lungs, gathering like a thick fog in a dense forest. Your breath clogs your throat, trying to force its way out as you lay, pain and fatigue binding your chest tightly. You clutch at your stomach but are met with a pit where smooth skin should sit. A ragged gash tears a hole across your front, your insides spilling out, staining the pure snow with viscera. Your grip on your wound is a pathetic attempt to staunch the blood that flows out of you. Red blooms between your fingers, staining your hands with your insides. 

Somewhere in the distance, a voice calls your name. You weakly tilt your head towards it, mouth opening and gasping, but no words come out. The monster who caused this stands above you. Their gaze drips with hunger, but no malice. When they hear the voice they freeze. You can see the color drain from their already pale cheeks, and the wolf-like creature lowers their weapon. In an instant, they turn tail and run, their form disappearing into the dense forest. 

You’re left alone in the clearing, breathing shallowly as you wait for your fate. 

It had been stupid to go out. Sans had told you so himself, but you are incapable of denying the part of yourself that longs to be useful. Sitting in his home and eating the little food he had didn’t feel right. You wanted to help. You needed to.

Hunting had started fairly simple. You would go out for a few hours, traverse the woods of Snowdin, and look for anything that could be a meal. Often, you returned with nothing, but the few times you had found something to eat was well worth the risk. You set a time limit for how long you stay out, Sans had made you, for his own peace of mind. If you hadn’t returned by the end of it, something had gone wrong. 

Oh, how something was wrong.

The wound is large, reaching from the upper right of your chest to just above your left hip. The monster who caused it had gotten visibly excited at the prospect of meat. They hadn’t waited to tear into their first meal in, what was most likely, a long time. You’re haunted by the memory of their hands reaching into your stomach, digging around in your insides to find the prize they had so easily maimed for. In the end, they had spotted it, a small bean-shaped organ that once filtered your blood. 

It had been ripped from you like a child greedily stealing a piece of candy.

Dying then would have been a mercy, however, god didn’t seem inclined to let you off so easily. The desecration of your body continued. The monster tore organs from you, stuffing them into their mouth desperately, then swallowing them with little chewing. 

You had been forced to watch with silent horror as they methodically carved their way deeper into your body, searching for more, for something that would sate the hunger that had churned in them for so long. 

Their hunt only stopped when they heard the footsteps moving toward them, disrupting the eerie silence of the snow-ridden forest. 

You blink slowly, and the low voice yells again. The Underground carries its distressed call to you, where it eases to the back of your mind. You find solace in the tone, the memory of warmth and safety it brings to your weary body gives you peace. 

The voice’s steps come to a stop right behind the veil of trees. You can hear of string of cursing, then your name, then more harried steps, closer this time. The crunching becomes unbearable, echoing in your skull like it’s your own brain underfoot. Finally, the sounds stop. 

The silence hurts more than the noise ever did. 

“hey,” the figure falls to their knees. You look at them. Sans. A smile spreads on your lips, and you blink up at him. “hey, hey none of that.” He whispers, his cold skeletal hand resting on your cheek. You lean into it, allowing his thumb to stroke your face. 

His other hand goes to your wound, pressing down in a poor attempt to staunch the blood flow. You grimace at the sudden pressure, trying to push it away. “stop that,” he growls, pressing harder. His hand doesn’t even cover half the cut, and you can feel your gore gushing from the parts that aren’t covered. 

You meet his gaze, his engorged pupil staring at you with wild desperation. “that’s it. stay with me, ok? you’re going to make it through this.” After a moment of hesitation he adds, “i promise.”

“Don–” You hack, red splattering down your chin. “Don’t do that,” you force out. 

“– don't what –”

“– Make promises you can’t keep –,” You have to keep trying, for his sake. If not to recover, then to communicate in your final moments. “I know you hate promises.” 

Sans laughs, the sound not quite convincing. In the stillness of the forest, you can hear his bones rattle, kinda like a shiver. You know better though. Sans doesn’t shiver, the cold goes right through him. Your lungs spasm at your attempt to laugh at your own joke.

 “eat this.” He presses a monster candy to your lips, begging you to accept the healing food. A rarity in the famine. You can’t take it. He’ll need it when you’re gone. “we’re gonna fix you up. you just gotta keep fighting.”

Oh, but you aren’t made for fighting. You aren’t made for forcing yourself through difficult situations. You’re made to wait with bated breath and accept that good things take time. At least, that’s what Sans once told you. Your bright cyan soul holds patience. Maybe if you hadn’t waited so patiently for some creature to fall into your trap, you wouldn’t have fallen to that monster’s sword. 

“Sans,” you raise your hand weakly, pushing away the food. You aren’t making it through this. Knowing it doesn’t make it less scary, it just makes it easier to accept what needs to be done. Sans needs to recognize that you’re dead, you have to make him come to terms with that. No magic will save you. 

No amount of determination will put your organs back where they belong. Not that you have any determination to spare. Any small bit of the magic that keeps you going is being used to continue this conversation. Anything stronger, more potent, is out of reach. That type of willpower isn’t in your nature. Sans had said so when he explained souls to you.  

“Magic isn’t going to heal this.”

He shakes his head, the movement jerky “no. it will. it will. it has to. i can’t lose you. you can’t leave me.” He places the candy back to your lips and tries to force it into your mouth. You turn your head away, grunting with the effort. Sans's face tugs into a frown. “let me help you! please! please don’t leave me,” his voice warbles. 

“I–” you groan, more blood leaving your lips. “I don’t think I have much of a choice,” you wheeze.

“you do. you just have to let me fix you. i can fix you.” 

“We’re past that Sans.” Your eyes grow heavy, begging you to allow them that eternal, 

peaceful rest. You deny them. You can be patient one more time. For Sans. You will give him however long he needs to process this. 

“no. we’re not. you’re giving up. you told me you wouldn’t give up.” 

You try to shake your head, but all that comes of it is a large bout of splitting pain. “This isn’t me giving up. I can’t–” you gasp, heart thudding, “I can’t function with just a soul. I need all the fleshy parts… and–” you grimace, recalling the wet sounds of the monster chewing your liver. “And some of those are gone forever.” 

Your heart cinches, feelings of hurt and exhaustion and dismay wrapping around it and squeezing the remaining life from you. You don’t want to hurt him. You don’t want to leave him, but at this point, with your entrails decorating the snow, you have no other option. 

“Sans, listen to me,” your voice is harsher now. You force the tone through your pain, this needs to get across to him, no breath, no blood, just the command. “You can’t fall down. When I leave, you have to stay.” 

“-- what? what are you –”

“You can’t die Sans. These people depend on you. Your brother depends on you.” You groan, pushing through the viscous blood that rushes up your throat. The metallic taste lingers, reminding you of meat. Of food. Of hunger. “Promise me.” 

“promise you? what? no. no i won’t, i don’t have to. you’re coming home with me. we’ll scrounge together some sea tea… or… or something! papyrus can help you. we just have to get you home.” His solid arms slide under you, starting to lift you off the ground. 

You cry out, the agony of your maimed guts moving making you nauseous. A trail of intestines lingers on the ground, tugging at your insides as you’re raised. “Stop!” 

He freezes, arms still underneath your back. “i– i’m sorry.” he sobs, not meeting your eyes. “i can’t lose you. not now.”

“Sans. Promise me.”

Sans shakes his head furiously, his large red pupil wobbling under your gaze. “please don’t make me.” 

“Please.” You beg through gritted teeth, “Do this one last thing, for me.”

He sets you back on the soft powder, and you wince, trying not to vomit. Who knows what will happen if your stomach tries to hurl up your meager lunch. Both his rough, cold hands raise to your face, his phalanges now stained by your blood. He holds you, red eye silently pleading. When you don’t rescind your request, he wilts. 

“i promise.” 

You allow your hammering heart to quiet. “Thank you Sans,” you sigh, a tight smile on your lips. Your hand cradles his and you lean into his touch. “I love you… you know that right?”

He nods, teary-eyed. “i know.” He caresses your face, committing each line and dimple to memory. “i love you too.” 

A breath of relief leaves you. You no longer need to be patient. He understands. He promised. He’ll be ok. The Underground will be ok. You are nothing but a blip in its history. You hope that they can be free, that they will once again have full bellies and the endless sky above them. You know they will, and you’re only a little upset you’ll never be able to see that day. 

Exhaustion takes root, seeping into your veins and warming you with its gentle call. “Can you,” your words come in short bursts, energy fading. “Just hold me? Until I go?” It’s a selfish ask. But you think that after all of this, you deserve to be a bit selfish.  

Sans nods, crumpling on his side and into the snow. His face presses into the untainted powder, and his arm comes to rest over your chest like a security blanket. His other hand finds your hair, tracing soothing circles into your scalp. 

You imagine the sun shining on your face, birds chirping as they search the morning dew for something to eat. 

You huff, “When you guys break the barrier,” another shaky breath. “Have a picnic for me? On top of this awful mountain…” your voice trails off. “When you feel the sun warming your bones, that’s me ok?”

He brings his face closer to yours, nuzzling into your neck. You’re so tired. Maybe it’s time for you to finally rest.

“I’ll be waiting for you. No matter how long it takes.”

Your body goes limp in Sans’s arms, and he’s left cradling your broken form in a clearing of blood and snow.

[stellarremnantsau]

AHHHHHH I can't stop smiling every time I look at this. I'm so dang proud of myself and I have barely scratched the surface of this story!!! You guys have been nothing but supportive and kind and every comment, kudos, and bookmark has meant to WORLD to me! I know I never stop saying this but THANK YOU!

[skwiis]

Chapters: 2/27 Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale) & Reader, Papyrus & Sans (Undertale) Characters: Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Toriel (Undertale), Monster Kid (Undertale), Original Undertale Character(s), Original Characters, Reader

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Going through a divorce with your husband of 5 years wasn't easy, and to be fair, you expected that.

What you didn't expect was how easily the local logger -a large giant of a Monster named Sans- could make his way into your heart.

Or how easy it was to kill a man.

The Lumberjack and the Widow. By me!! SKWIIS!!!

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

I'm once again looking for fanfics to read

Hello guys!

My AO3 reading list is empty once again, so if you have good fics to rec, let's go.

My preferences:

Long fics, either completed or updated regularly (once every few months is fine). I'm fine with one shots too!

Undertale, Underfell or Horrortale (on the surface). It's fine if the AUs are mixed up with some others. I like all the characters, but I love Papyrus.

No skeleton ships (Sanscest, Papycest or Fontcest), no Bad Sanses, no Frans, no Ink, Error, Dream, Nightmare.

I'm fine with Reader fics. I like stories with a lot of angst, or funny stories. I'm fine with Bitties stories as well.

I love stories about Undyne and Papyrus' friendship, there are so few of them :(

Thank you <3

[sticks-stones-and-bittybones]

Future Fic Vote

I'm about to post the first chapters of the three new fic ideas. I'll add links as soon as each is posted.

Does anyone know why the links aren't working properly? It's becoming a bit upsetting. Is this an issue anyone else is having or is it a me issue?

there made my own links grumble

Horribly Unbearable

Edgy Invasion

As Muddled as Night and Day

[maxbruiser]

(⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）love ur art! very smooth! can see more?

Sorry it took a while, but this is the last thing I’ve drawn that’s not a sketch or a WIP.

[system-network]

So I made a Undertale reverse harem fic, yippee!!! It's different than the one I posted on my account earlier, and this is the one time I'm posting this on my Tumblr

The first two chapters are out now if you'd like to give it a read and help me with plot points or chapter Ideas

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sans/Reader, Papyrus/Reader, sans aus/reader, Papyrus AUs/Reader Characters: Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Sans (Underfell), Sans (Underswap), Sans (Fellswap gold), Sans (Fellswap red), Sans (swapfell), Sans (Horrortale), Papyrus (Underfell), Papyrus (Underswap), Papyrus (Fellswap gold), Papyrus (fellswap red), Papyrus (Swapfell), Papyrus (horrortale) Additional Tags: NO FONTSCEST, Fluff, Average Undertale fanfic, Reverse Harem, Awkward reader, I'll try to not make it annoying, use of Y/N, but you'll get nicknames soon enough, skeletons x reader, constructive criticism is welcome, I would appreciate more chapter ideas, Will Add More Tags As This Updates, Author is new at writing, please be nice to author :( - Freeform, this won't have much plot, reader comes from a lowerclass family, i'm projecting Summary:

A socially awkward person ends up finding an ad for a roommate position in the nice part of town. How will Y/N react to living with more than two people?

[someverygaymoth]

Uploaded a silly fic about Horror thinking about soulings and getting comforted by NM... You should... Go read it... Pretty please... (Guys I just think they're in love and they kiss and hold hands and rest their foreheads together and close their eyes and breathe together and they're so in love and they're so silly—)

[teasnarker92]

Looks like I forgot to post that I updated What Lurks in the Depths. My bad. Enjoy some Horror Siren Lore.

What Lurks in the Depths - Chapter 10 - TeaSnarker92 - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]