#knave papyrus

[alwaysdevillain]

In a battle against kingly fur

The lint roller was no match

Where is frisk at?

Currently?

In a futile battle trying to get all the goat hair off them…

[fellswap-magenta]

Papyrus

-Neutral

Aliases

LAZY BONES (Sans)

papyrus the skeleton (Himself)

Headless bystander (Temmie)

Japanese Pronouns

Ore (Boku) / Kimi

＊16 Years Old and slightly Shorter than UT!Papyrus.

＊Very Harmless and Doesn’t get Angry easily.

＊Says “wow-ees”

＊Wears “A Clown Wig and Foam Clown Nose” When He first met You.

＊Likes Practical Jokes.

＊Couldn’t buy Alcohols and had to drink Habanero Sauce instead.

＊Blows A Party Horn.

＊Sells Empanada with Chorizo Filling.

＊Owns Pet Rock named “STEAK”

＊In Japanese, He calls Sans “aniki”, Also When He’s alone with Sans, His First Person Pronoun is “boku”

＊He bought Thick-Soled Sneakers to disguise His Short Stature. Next Day, For Some Unknown Reason, Sans bought High Heels.

＊Has Hearts Vinyl Sticker Packs for put on Sans.

＊Heard quietly to The Penance of One Monster through The Door of The Ruins.

＊Usually He has no Pupils, But He has Variety Shaped Pupils and He shows Them When He’s faking He feels Strong Emotions.

＊His Emotions are Poor, But He lives comfortably. It is what It will be. Except for The Serious Problem of Not Even Feeling for His Brother.

＊Feels sick about Killing A Human Child.

＊Knows about RESET.

＊He’s just stopped Interfering.

＊He’s Soulless but His Appearance is sprinkled with Heart Motifs.

Story

His Older Brother Sans didn’t see The Plan to kill all The fallen Humans as A Good Thing and was still in Opposition to The Dictatorial Queen.

Papyrus took No Action When He was informed by A Letter that Sans was to be executed, Nor When He was taken to The Castle on The Day of His Execution. Papyrus didn’t even have A Word to say to His Older Brother returned safely.

Sans have really changed, But He envies Sans for His Vitality and Motivation.

He’s hostile to Temmie, But after A Fierce and Long Battle He fleed from Them and consequently lost The Battle. He has avoided Them ever since But Temmie still keeps An Eye on Him.

In The Battle

i'm going to have one good heaven of a time.

＊ATK : 1 DF : 1 HP : Uselessly High

＊Mainly uses Bone Manipulation and LIGHT BLUE Attacks.

＊His SOUL Manipulation is done by Moving His Additional Right Eye, and It flickers Yellow and Orange.

＊He rarely uses BLUE SOUL Mode and Gaster Blasters Because These drain His Energy.

＊His Special Attack is A 80 Second Incessant Beam Attacks by Gaster Blasters and BLUE SOUL Mode.

＊He never dodges Your Attacks.

＊Bleeds Habanero Sauce After Receiving The Finishing Blow from You.

Sans

-Villain

Aliases

brother / bro / boss (Papyrus)

aniki (Papyrus)

Knave (Toriel)

Japanese Pronouns

Ore (Watashi) / Anta (Anata)

＊19 Years Old.

＊Always Ticked Off and looks Tired.

＊His Right Eye is glowing Red.

＊Laughs “HMPH” or “HA HA HA HA!”

＊Likes Situation Puzzles.

＊Plays The Violin.

＊Cocks Gnocchi. Also He cocks Old Italian Cuisine such as Acquacotta and Risotto.

＊Dishes He cooks are neither Good nor Bad.

＊Likes Chewing Black Dog Licorice.

＊Likes Brown Butter Whiskey. He keeps Them in A Locked Oak Whiskey Cabinet.

＊Collects Occult Figures. (Vampire, Cthulhu, Dragon etc.)

＊He enjoys reading Romance Novels reprinted from Mettablook’s Blog without permission and leaves Passionate Comments Each Time. He would never know They’re Anti-Social.

＊Calls Himself “Notorious” and “Monstrous”

＊He’s very clever but has No Solemnness or Elegance. He manspreads or puts His Feet up on The Table unashamedly.

＊Despite The Fact that The Queen scratched His Right Eye Socket, He seriously and blindly adores Her.

＊Sweats Sometimes.

＊Holds in A Lot of Emotional Stress, So These Powers make His Cape flicker like A Flame.

＊Suppress His Strong Emotions with Making Scary Smile.

＊He killed quite A Few Monsters, Although Not as Many as Nice Cream Guy did.

＊Vows to kill Mortal Humans once He’s on The Surface with His Brother.

＊He has been tried His Best to understand and protect His Younger Brother, But Right Now He's obsessed with The Queen.

Story

He was ridiculed and bullied by The Monsters throughout Snowdin for His Cynical and Nihilistic Personality. Conversely, His Younger Brother blends in with The majority and is Popular as The Edgy Skeleton.

When He got into A Wrangle with Street Hoodlums, He blurted out Insult Words for The Queen. So They Rat Him out to The Royal Guard and They unreasonably sentenced Sans to Execution.

On The Day of His Execution, He chose to fight against The Queen in Front of Onlookers and Alphys, The Leader of The Royal Guard.

To Surprise, He not only dodged The Queen's Scythe Blow, But also killed Several Members of The Royal Guard. He quite caught Her interest and Instead of given Reprieve from Public Execution, He was offered A Place in The Royal Guard. Ever Since He worships and deifies The Queen Toriel Because She has granted Him A Reasons for His Existence.

In The Battle

＊You felt unfamiliar sins crawling on Your back!

＊HP : 1 ATK : High DF : High

＊Uses BLUE SOUL Mode, LIGHT BLUE Attacks and KARMA from The Beginning of The Battle.

＊MOVE! AND YOU WILL NOT SPEAK!!

＊Your Attacks will never hit Him Until 22 Turns have elapsed.

＊His Special Attack Bones are eaten and missed by A Black Dog wearing A White Cat Suit named Annoying Cat.

＊His Theme has Noirscape Leitmotif.

[odderancyart]

All He Had to Give

Wonderland AU

Future Spicyhoney(???)

On AO3

Warnings: Self-sacrifice, future slavery (sort of)

Summary: In the Kingdom of Hearts a pair of brothers live a modest life in the village in the Duchess' Duchy. That is, until one of them gets drafted for the army. And with the war against Spades going on, his chances of survival seems slim. Rus can't let his brother die.

Many years ago, a young boy followed a rabbit and fell into a rabbit hole. Down this hole, he found many adventures and oddities. Grinning cats, mad hatters, a Queen who ruled over a deck of cards. It was a land which obeyed the rule of fiction; only the imagination sets the limits. The boy, who got the title “Alice” – meaning “One Who Imagines” in the local language, travelled through the land. He met countless dangers, but also people who wished him well. Eventually, though, the boy returned home.

Fewer years ago, an army came to the land. An army who wished access to the almost infinite resources of this land. The war was short, and soon, the Queen and King of Hearts were forced off the thrones they once had sat upon as Her Former Majesty ordered the boy’s beheading.

The Alice had returned to Wonderland. This time, he was not a child, nor was he alone.

The Hat House had stood empty for years. Rumours had it he was at the new King of Heart’s side, as an advisor or prisoner. No one was truly sure. All they knew was that the Alice had met him during his first visit here. The dark, top hat-shaped building stood quiet and empty, spiderwebs covering its small veranda. Rus averted his eyes as he passed by, hurrying faster. A shiver travelled up his spine. No one lingered here, ever. Plus, he was already late, having opted to take the route past the March Manor rather than through Bacham. The town swarmed with soldiers. It wasn’t safe to pass through.

He sighed in relief as the Duchy, and the village, came into view. Tiny stone houses, roofs filled with hay or even plants. Their own cottage, complete with a small vegetable garden behind. Smiling, he swept his patched coat closer around himself. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. It was theirs. Even if the Duchess, who had been allowed to keep her position after the dethroning of the old royalty, did enjoy taxing them a little too much. She was quite the sadist. Not that he’d ever say that aloud. Her temper was infamous; she was the former queen’s mother after all. And the Queen of Hearts must’ve gotten it from somewhere.

When he entered the village, the world’s ugliest pig came waddling, grunting at him. He nodded in greeting. It was the Duchess’ son, who they all took turns feeding. It still wore that stupid baby hat it had had when it transformed from a baby to a pig. During the Alice’s last visit. The village was quiet. Rus was on the main road, yet it was almost empty. Only the baker’s wife was outside, emptying a bucket by the front porch. A window squeaked. Loud in the silence. Mrs. Baker tilted her head when she saw him, stepping back toward the door.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice low, sympathetic. When he blinked at her, furrowing his brow, she shook her head, stepping back inside again. The sound of the door closing behind her seemed to echo, almost deafening.

For a moment, Rus froze. Unsure what she had meant. Then his eyes widened, and he froze. There was really only one reason the village would be so empty. One reason Mrs. Baker would say such a thing. Blue. His breath hitched. His soul sped up in his chest as he broke out into a sprint. He held his coat closed with one hand, its tail trashing in the wind as he ran. He passed by the bakery, the cobbler, the Dodo’s house. They were like a grey blur in the corner of his eyes. He was focused on one thing only. The narrow road leading toward their cottage.

In one moment, he was running. In the next, he was crashing toward the ground, foot caught in the handle of a pail. A gasp of pain escaped him as his elbows took the hit, but he didn’t take the time to feel. For a moment, he saw two glowing dots of orange in the darkness beneath a veranda. They quickly faded away. Scrambling to his feet, he ran again. His thin soles smattered against the ground, sending flashes of pain up his feet every time he stepped on a particularly sharp stone.

He was gasping when the cottage came into view. His soul was in his throat as he slowed, staring. A carriage was parked outside the fence. Blue stood in the door, gripping the doorframe tightly. Rus could almost hear it crack. And in front of him. He stopped breathing entirely. In front of him stood three men, all dressed in the black and red uniforms of the castle. Of Hearts’ army.

Feeling cold, stiff, Rus forced himself to continue forward. He hunched his shoulders, feeling his hands shake as he opened the wooden wicket. The step into the garden felt a mile long. Four pairs of eyes all found him, and he flinched back. Gripped the wicket hard. Then he met Blue’s eyes, wide and fearful. Swallowing hard, he forced himself to walk up to them, to stand next to his brother.

When their eyes were upon him, he wanted to shrink into the ground. He grabbed his brother’s hand, squeezing. Blue squeezed back. He knew why they were here. So did Blue. Just like everyone else in the village, for there was only one reason royal soldiers would come to the Duchy and not go straight to Her Grace.

“I passed,” Blue whispered, trembling violently. “The fitness test. I’m joining the army.”

Rus shook his head. No. It wasn’t- Swallowing again, he felt tears well up in his eyes. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. So he just shook his head again. No. Every citizen of Hearts had to do it. There was no faking it – the Alice and his officials always knew if you did, and you’d lose your head, or worse. Rus wasn’t sure what that worse was, and he didn’t want to know. They’d know Blue was in excellent shape, was excellently strong. Good at obeying orders: he didn’t have Rus’ defiant streak. They’d know this day would come. Yet they had hoped.

They were in war with Spades, his mind supplied. Panic crashed over him, making the word spin. He sagged against Blue, who held him up. Steady as always. After Hearts’ defeat to the Alice, the other three kingdoms had armed themselves. The wars were ceaseless. And now- Blue would go into it.

“Get ready,” one of the soldiers said. His voice was indifferent but accepted no arguments. On the right side of his chest, five heart-shaped black medals hung. Evidence of high rank. “We will leave soon.”

“Yes, sir.” Blue’s voice was faint, shaky, yet he moved Rus out of the way before stepping away himself, inviting them in. Into their home. Their haven. The marrow froze in his bones, only for the warmth to return when the soldiers declined.

Not for a moment did his soul slow down. It felt like his entire body vibrated with the force of it, and when Rus looked down on his hands, they were indeed trembling. He watched numbly as Blue moved around their cottage, gathering what he wished to take with him. No clothes, he wouldn’t need them. He would from tomorrow and on be wearing a uniform. Rus tried to imagine it. His sweet, kind brother in the colours of blood and death. He couldn’t. Couldn’t.

His breathing was shallow as Blue threw a satchel over his shoulder, stepping up to him. The world spun, the floor rocked under him. When the other’s warm arms embraced his waist, he inhaled sharply. Hiding his face against the top of Blue’s skull, orange gathered in the corner of his eyes. When Blue let go off him, he scrambled backwards, leaning against the wall. Blue took a step toward the door. Toward the soldiers who would take him away. Take him to war.

“Stop.” The word was out of his mouth before he could even think. Blue twisted around, and the soldiers stared at him. Rus straightened his back, even as he wanted to cower beneath the soldiers’ haughty glares. “Take me. Take me instead, not him.”

Blue seemed on his way to say something, but before he could, a loud laugh came from the soldier who had earlier spoken. He sneered, staring down at Rus like he was a disobedient child. He couldn’t help but hunch. “You? You’d be worthless in the army. Can’t follow orders, couldn’t even do all the exercise at the test.”

Yeah. Yeah, he was worthless in physical areas. He wasn’t strong, he wasn’t persevering. But…

“Not as a soldier,” he said. His voice was steady, incredible enough. “If… if you let my brother be, if he’ll be safe, His Majesty will get me. I’m offering my complete servitude here. One time offer.

“Brother, no-“ Blue began, horrified. What that meant, here in Wonderland. What it meant to give up yourself… Rus didn’t wish to think of it. It meant you gave up all rights to yourself, agreed to let someone else completely rule your life. It was something only true fools did. An unbreakable contract. Yet… Anything for his brother. He straightened again, clenching his fists. Nodded. Yeah, he meant it. The soldier raised an eyebrow, exchanging a gaze with the others. His mouth curled into an amused smile. He looked almost impressed. With his bravery or stupidity, Rus didn’t know. Probably the last.

“Very well,” the soldier finally replied, and Rus could’ve passed out from the relief. From the horror. Something coiled in his stomach, a mix of everything. Worry, joy, confusion, fear, gratitude. “If the King accepts. We will take you to him. And you, Serif. You’re staying here, for now.”

Rus was given no time to gather his things. Was told that if the king accepted, he would be given everything he needed at the castle. When he hugged his brother farewell, there were tears running down Blue’s cheeks, and he was hugged so tightly he couldn’t breathe. “Stupid,” Blue mumbled. “Why would you do that? Stars, brother. I’ll miss you so much. I love you.”

“I know. Stupid, that’s my middle name.” Was it a sob? Rus wasn’t sure. He hugged back, just as hard, before the soldiers gestured for him to come. “I love you too.”

“Please be safe,” he could hear Blue whisper as he left, following the soldiers to the carriage. He only turned around to give his brother a half-smile. He wanted to promise he would, but didn’t. Never promise anything you cannot keep.

…

The journey wasn’t awfully long. It was shorter than what he’d walked earlier today, since they went through Bacham on their way to the capital. Then it was just straight through Hope, and they would reach the castle. As the carriage jolted over Hope’s cobblestone streets, Rus curled up in the corner of the carriage. The curtains were closed, leaving him in the dark. With the cushioned seat, he sat comfortably, yet he could feel the bile in his throat, a pressure in his stomach. Like he was going to vomit.

Suddenly, a two orange lights lit up the darkness. Staring, transfixed, Rus jolted as a toothy grin revealed itself, soon followed by gold stripes over orange fur. Within moments, a cat was floating mid-air. “Cheshire,” he breathed.

The cat rolled around, grin widening. “Indeed,” he purred. Cheshire belonged to the Duchess, although no one fooled themselves into thinking she had any power over him. Not even the King of Hearts himself had, it seemed. Rus had himself spoken with him only once, although his brother sometimes talked about having conversations with him. At the memories, he started shivering.

“This isn’t looking too good, friend,” Cheshire commented, grin softening into a smile. That was a first. The cat was famous for his grin, after all.

Letting out a sharp chuckle, Rus grinned humourlessly. “You think?”

The cat tilted his head, far too much. Rus shuddered as it almost turned upside down. Then, much to his surprise, Cheshire elongated. He watched in morbid fascination how the head grew, how his cat-shape disappeared, growing into something more humanoid. How the tail just got longer and longer. Then, another skeleton sat in the opposite seat. A fancily dressed one, in a black top hat, black three-piece-suit, and bright orange shirt, and black vest. A cane with a cat head-shaped top rested between his hands. Rus stared, unable to believe his eyes.

Cheshire – or who had been Cheshire only moments before – stretched, studying his gloved hand. He was still purring, tail twitching. “Oh look! It was ages since I wasn’t a cat. I had forgotten how weird fingers are.” He turned to Rus, grin growing at his stupefied expression. “Call me Papyrus now! That’s my name in this body.”

“A-alright,” Rus stuttered, unconsciously pressing himself closer to the wall. “Papyrus.”

The skeleton-who-used-to-be-a-cat beamed at him. The orange tail swished slowly, once stroking Rus’ leg. Just then, Rus gasped as the carriage jolted extra, and he left the seat. A low shriek left Papyrus’ lips as he landed on the other’s tail. Papyrus quickly grabbed it, tearing it away. Rus’ eyes widened, and guilt fell heavy in his stomach.

“Oh, I- I’m so sorry-“ he began, voice a lot more shrill than intended.

“Don’t worry about that!” Papyrus interrupted him, although he was still grimacing, stroking his tail. “It wasn’t on purpose. Now, I wonder, why are you here?”

“To keep my brother safe.” It was hardly more than a whisper, the pain crashing back once more. He could still see the horror in Blue’s eyes as they took him away. His soul fluttered anxiously. Imagination, what would the king do to him? If he accepted, Rus would be little more than a puppet. And the King of Hearts, the Alice, wasn’t known for his mercy.

“How admirable!” Papyrus clapped his hands together, far too cheery. Then again, he was still the Cheshire cat, even if he was no longer a cat. Known for his wide, sometimes eerie grin. Did he ever not look happy? “And where do you want to go from here?”

“I- I don’t think I’ve got much choice in the matter.”

“You’ve always got a choice. Perhaps you’ll make the choice to not make a choice but there’s always a choice to make and you’ll make the choice one day. You’ll see!” Papyrus’ grin widened, looking almost smug. Rus stared at him, again. What. Then the carriage abruptly stopped, and Rus was thrown back into the backrest, gasping in surprise. Papyrus tilted his head, glancing down on his clothed wrist. “Oh dear, looks like I’m late for tea. The darling Hatter will be so mad.”

Snickering, Papyrus started to fade away. Before Rus had registered what he’d said, only his grin remained. Then he jumped forward. “Wait, the Ha-“

Papyrus was gone. He was alone.

Not for long, however. The door to the carriage soon slid open, revealing a soldier. This time, it wasn’t one of those who had gotten him at home. Rus leaned backwards, wide-eyed, as his breathing shallowed. His palms were most as he stared at the skeleton in the opening. Dressed in armour black as obsidian, a blood-red cape billowing in the wind behind him, stood the Knave of Hearts himself. The leader of the army. A Wonderlandian; unlike most of the King’s closest, he didn’t come from the Outside. Tales were told about how he’d willingly sold out the King and Queen of Hearts to the Alice.

Swallowing, Rus scrambled up closer to the wall, not daring to take his eyes of the other. His soul raced. A fanged mouth grinned beneath purple eyelights before the Knave’s mouth twisted into a sneer. “Come,” he ordered.

Nodding, Rus slipped out of the carriage so fast he stumbled. He grunted as his knees hit the ground, gravel digging into them. A cold, metallic hand on his shoulder dragged him up on his feet again. The Knave didn’t say anything else as they made their way into the castle. Rus couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scenery. He’d never seen it so close before. Had never thought he would. The heart-shaped arches, the beige walls with red spires. The bushes with red and black roses and the white ivy climbing high on the walls.

Everywhere, servants in uniforms, well-dressed nobles and guards were hurrying. Such frantic activity Rus felt exhausted just by watching it. Still, he had to half-run just to keep pace with the Knave, despite being the taller one. They strode into the castle. People moved out of their way as the Knave’s footsteps echoed through the stone halls, and some frightened gazes were thrown their way. And some confounded, seeing a lowborn such as him in the company of the Knave of Hearts.

Rus wanted to ask where they were going, but didn’t dare. The Knave would probably not appreciate being questioned by him. The inside was just as beautiful as the outside. Blue would have loved this. White stone, magnificent portraits in intricate golden frames, furniture which must cost more than their house. They reached an open door, black and smooth. Just before Rus passed it, a draft passed by and he flinched. A crash. The shattered remains of a white and red teacup fell to the ground. A drop of sweat slid down his brow – had he gone one step further…

“You’re late,” a yell came. Rus twisted around in alarm, only to see Cheshire – once again a cat – lying on top of a fancy chair’s thin backrest. Grinning at the skeleton at the head of the table, which was covered in teapots, cups and cakes. The skeleton dressed in a black top hat decorated with intricate clock pointers, sewing needles, and goggles, and a black and red suit. Rus gaped. The Mad Hatter. He was… having a tea party?

“I am very sorry, Red,” Cheshire hummed, rolling around so he was lying on his back. “Had some business to take care of, you know how it is.” He disappeared, only to reappear, now facing Rus. “Oh, hello! Look how fancy! His Most Importantness the Knave himself is taking you to His Royallest Majesty.”

As he spoke, the Hatter’s head jerked up. His eyes lingered on Rus for only a moment before they found the Knave, and his angry countenance immediately went missing. Instead it melted into a goofy smile. “Hiya sweetheart. Still up fer the execution tonight?”

Much to Rus’ shock, the Knave’s half-amused, half-disgruntled expression flickered. For a brief second, he smiled. “Wouldn’t miss it. It’s been too long since we had a proper date.”

Well. That wasn’t the creepiest thing Rus had ever heard at all. Not. At. All. Everyone went to executions on dates, didn’t they? He shivered.

“Ah, love is beautiful,” Cheshire sighed as the Knave grabbed Rus’ arm, dragging him through the hallway without another word. He stumbled after, attempting to keep up with the knight. As they turned around a corner, he could see light in the end of it. Outside again, it seemed.

Indeed, it opened itself before them, revealing first a blue sky and then white walls. The greenest lawn spread out in front of them, and Rus’ soul began to pound so hard it felt like his ribs were breaking. He froze in his steps, and almost fell over since the Knave still had not let go off him. The garden certainly wasn’t empty. Nobility were everywhere, carrying flamingos, and servants carrying trays zick-zacked around them. And there, in the middle of it all, stood the King. He was talking with a pink-dressed lady as they made their way on the lawn, people parting to let the Knave pass by.

His marrow felt cold in his veins. When they stopped, a kick to his knees had him falling headlong to the ground, landing on his knees. The Knave snorted as he bowed deeply at the waist for the king. “Kneel before the King of Hearts, peasant.”

At his title, the King turned around. Rus could only see him in the corner of his eye as he bowed his head. A mouth full of sharp fangs smiled as he saw the Knave. He sounded surprised as he spoke: “Ah, Razz. Who have you brought?”

“Your Majesty,” the Knave said. Then his hand lay down on top of Rus’ skull, turning it up so he was looking straight at the king. King Edge of Hearts. The Alice. The to-be conqueror of all of Wonderland. “State your business.”

The King stared down at him, bemused. A pink flamingo rested in his hand as well, and a hedgehog lied at his feet. It was curled up in a ball. Rus’ eyes flickered over his appearances, quickly taking him in. His right eye was badly scarred. Just like all officials, he was dressed in black and blood-red. More black then red. A beautiful three-piece-suit, and a black crown on his head. In the very middle of the crown sat a heart-shaped ruby. It shimmered in the sunlight.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Rus inhaled. His soul flittered. He managed to hold eye-contact as he said, “I’ve c-come to give up myself to you, Your Majesty, in exchange for my bro- brother’s safety.”

“Why woul-“ the King began, interrupting himself as the lady next to him whispered something in his ear. His eyes widened, and Rus held his breath. ”Your brother, you say? Safety how?”

“He passed the test, Your Majesty,” he explained, pressing out the words. Still, they were faint. He squeezed the grass between his hands to keep them from trembling. His breath caught in his throat before he managed to continue. “For the army. I don’t- he’s all I’ve got I can’t let him die.”

A grin spread across the King’s face, almost as wide as Cheshire’s. Chuckling, voice rough, he peered down at Rus. Whispers spread among the nobles, who were all watching with rapt attention. “Well. I can surely guarantee the safety of one peasant. Come with me.”

“A-and he’ll be taken care of? Well? Your Majesty.”

The King raised an eyebrow, but nodded. Without another word, he handed over his flamingo to a servant. Rus jumped to his feet to follow as he strode into the castle again. The Knave came with them, and Rus could feel his gaze burning at his back. Fiddling with his sleeves, he hunched his shoulders. Stars. He really stuck out like a sore thumb here. His brown tunic was anything but subtle in this ocean of colour.

They climbed stair after stair, and he was panting as they reached the top. The King, and the Knave in his armour, didn’t seem affected by all. Two guards stood at one side each of a dark door, opening it as they approached. Glancing out the one window in the room, Rus gasped. He could see everything. The rooftops of Hope spread out beneath, and in the horizon, he could see the forest and the chimneys of March Manor. Beautiful.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t linger. The Knave elbowed him, forcing him to continue. Entering the room, he realized they must be in the King’s office. The walls were covered with books, and in the middle of the room a huge, carved desk of dark wood stood. The King slid into the chair behind it, leaving Rus to stand in front, weighing on one foot and then the other. He squirmed as the King studied him, wanted to sink into the floor.

Faster than he had thought possible, the King had picked out a parchment and quill, and written down a full page. A dotted line waited in the bottom of it. Still grinning, the King held out the quill for him to take. Breathing in slowly, Rus took it.

When the contract was shoved against him, he took only a few seconds to look it over. He couldn’t read it anyway, there was no use to try. By Imagination, what he was about to do was probably the stupidest thing in the history of Wonderland. But it was all he had to give. He had nothing else; nothing he could give a king but himself. In the dark behind a bookcase, he thought he could see two dots glowing orange. Rus dipped the quill in the blood red ink he was offered. Slowly, he signed the contract. Rus Serif.

“Perfect,” the King almost purred, standing up again. He leaned over the desk, grabbing Rus’ jaw. Tilted his head to the left, and then to the right. Examined him. Ruby red eyelights shone with delight. Rus swallowed, allowing himself to be manhandled. No longer did he have any choice in the matter. He trembled, despite his attempts to stop. What was the King going to do with him? “Mine.”

Frightened, Rus nodded. “Y-yours, Your Majesty.”

The King hummed. His smile was pleased. “How wonderful. I have always wanted someone’s complete loyalty.”

[hesperkat]

Here’s the list of things I’m doing for the Wonderland AU Concept Booklet Thingy :p

Don’t mind spelling or gramática errors :ppppp

•The Cat’s Out of the Bag

Cheshire Cat!Sans and Reader First Meeting Fluff (Wonderland AU Oneshot Concept)

You made it past the Liberated Ruins. Finally. Finding yourself in the Forests of Confusion’s Forest of Snow, a mysterious figure creeps up from behind you. Only one way forward out of this dream-turned nightmare~

1st Concept | Oneshot 

•Knave of Monsters 

Mentioned Reader and Sans, but is in Undyne’s POV

The disgust Undyne had towards you, the recent fallen human, had been growing. Signs of rebellion against the King had arisen. The Cat accompanying you was just begging to be stuck down. The Hatter was much better off in her mind. She was enraged…

2nd Concept | Oneshot 

•Shrunken Down

Flower related fluff

You’ve been shrunken down to the size of a ketchup bottle. The flowers in the surrounding meadow were harsh with their words, allowing insecurities to resurface…

3rd Concept | Oneshot 

•Heated Hatred

Mental Beef Between Reader and Undyne; Reader dearly misses the Jester Cat Fluff

Undyne has gotten your gears turning. You hate her with a burning passion. More guards have come for you, luckily you’ve escaped them, but it was easier when Sans was around. The Skeleton-Cat cheered you up in moments like these…

4th Concept | Oneshot

•A Soul Set Blaze

(Y/N) - The Fallen Human - The Angel

5th Concept | Drabble 

•Yellow Petals Falling To the Ground

Flowey - The Flower

6th Concept | Drabble

•Pillars Of Ancient Song

Toriel - Ex Monster Queen - The White Queen

7th Concept | Drabble

•Ghostly Manners On An Evening

Napstablook - The Ghosh

8th Concept | Drabble

•Mischievous Smiles On A Snowy Afternoon 

Sans - The Cheshire Cat

9th Concept | Drabble

•Trousling Of Tea Scented Bones

Papyrus - The Mad Hatter

10th Concept | Drabble

•A Warm, Cozy, And Homy Bar Topped With Fluffy, White Snow

Grillby - The Bartender

11th Concept | Drabble

•A Warrior’s Defensive Facade

Undyne - Captain of the Royal Guard - Knave of Monsters

12th Concept | Drabble

•Tick-Tock Where’s My Clock

Alphys - The Royal Scientist

13th Concept | Drabble

•A Killer Robot, Yet A Duke Of Stars

Mettaton - The Duke - The Star

14th Concept | Drabble

•Spider Pastries Of A Tempered Baker

Muffet - The Spider Baker 

15th Concept | Drabble

•Roses Into the Abyss

Asgore - King of Monsters 

16th Concept | Drabble

•The Forgotten Child; Long Lost Reminder 

Asriel - The Prince of Monsters

17th Concept | Drabble

[anneimaginesundertale]

Undertale Fairy Tales Project Day 14: Alice in Under Land

This idea was from the fantastic @mavi-mav !

I really wanted to write all of this one, but I also wanted to do a detailed parody of/homage to the original Alice. I will work on this one again. In the meantime, I have a Cliff’s notes version after the first section. I did skip a couple scenes — I’m not too fond of the Pool of Tears or the Caucus Race — but the chapter titles are based on the book. Let me know what you think.

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Cast List:

Alice: Reader

White Rabbit: US Sans

Caterpillar: US Papyrus

Duchess: Mettaton

Cook: Burgerpants

Cheshire Cat: UF Sans

Mad Hatter: HT Sans

March Hare: HT Paps

Dormouse: Temmie

Queen of Hearts: SF Sans

King of Hearts: UF Paps

Mock Turtle: UT Sans

Gryphon: UT Papyrus

Knave of Hearts: SF Papyrus

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I) Down the (Skeleton) Rabbit Hole

You were growing tired of sitting by your friend on the bank, and of having nothing to do. You’d tried to talk to your friend about what they were doing on their phone, and once or twice you’d looked over at their screen, but you couldn’t understand anything they were looking at. You sighed and wondered if it would be worth suggesting that the two of you could go somewhere else and do something — anything. It would probably lead to an argument, though, and was that really worth it? You were still thinking about it when a skeleton dressed all in blue and wearing a pair of white rabbit ears came rushing by.

“Oh, I’m going to be late,” he muttered as he went. “I’m going to be so, so late, and won’t the Duchess be angry with me then? Oh dear…I’m going to be so, so late!”

Ordinarily, this would have brought up a number of questions for you, but at the time it seemed quite normal. Curious, you stood up and followed the skeleton until he jumped down a hole and disappeared. Without thinking, you jumped after him.

The hole seemed go a very, very long way down, or maybe you just fell very slowly, because it seemed to take forever for you to fall. You passed different shelves of things on the wall — bottles of condiments, and boxes of various pastas, and a whole shelf full of different kinds of bones. You picked up a bottle of ketchup from one of the shelves, but it was empty. You began to wonder if you were going to fall right through the earth — could that even happen? — And you were still thinking about that when you finally did land with a soft whump.

For some reason, you expected to find yourself on a bed of golden flowers. Instead, you were on a black and white tiled floor in a room full of doors.

[Shrinking and growing. Blue comes through. You shrink and follow him to the next chapter.]

II) US Sans Sends in a Few Lizards, with Mixed Results

[Blue mistakes you for Chara and sends you into the house to get him something he needs. You explore his house and eat a taco that makes you grow huge. Blue calls in both UT and US Alphys to get you out. Neither the science route nor the random violence route work. You eat some honey, shrink again, and escape.]

III) Advice from a Skeleton Caterpillar

[You come upon Stretch the caterpillar on a mushroom. He doesn't listen when you talk. You are both confused. He asks you to pun but all that comes out are jokes my pre-k kids tell, which are not punny. Stretch gives you a but of useless advice and poofs into a butterfly.]

IV) Pig and Pepper, Darling!

[You find Mettaton’s house and discover him in a fabulous musical battle with Burgerpants and a random baby. (Flowey?) Also UF Sans is a cat with a grin who is completely unhelpful.]

V) A Mad Tea Party

[You come upon a tea party. The Horror bros are happy to see you, but things get…silly. No one actually has any tea.]

VI) The Queen’s Puzzle Ground

[A cat may look at a king, but King Boss is not pleased. Mettaton makes another pointless appearance. SF Sans orders your head chopped off then convinces you to do his rigged puzzles instead. Then he sends you off to meet the gryphon and the mock turtle because they are amusing.]

VII) The Mock Turtle’s Story

[The original bros entertain you with puns snd stories and banter until you are summoned to a trial.]

VIII) Who Stole the Tarts

[Black says Mutt stole his tarts. “Sentence first, verdict afterwards.” Boss looks goofy in a wig. HT Sans is unhelpful. There is no point to this, and too many puns.]

IX) Your Evidence

[You have evidence. It is punny and pointless. Everyone is mad. You wake up. Blue comes skipping down the road, asking if you are ready to go hang out.]

[kris-is-a-little-shit]

In a bit, Im gonna show off some sprites from an AU idea I abandoned a while back due to not having good ideas for Sans, Undyne, and Alphys, in addition to not having any ideas at all for Papyrus. I guess I’ll talk about the AU a bit too, since it was actually kind of fun to brainstorm. I’ll show sprites in separate posts.

It was called Underfable, and it was inspired by mythology and fairy tales. But mostly fairy tales.

First off, Things I decided on and liked (I’ll post the sprites separately, and add more details)

• Frisk was based on Little Red Riding Hood. They still wore purple under their hood, and I have the idea that they had more to the hood before, so their back sprites (which I never got around to) would show that the hood had a cape, but it got ripped while they were falling or something.

• Flowey was based loosely on the magic bean salesman. Instead of offering “Friendliness Pellets” he gives the player “a limited time offer of free magic beans,” but of course he’s lying.

• Toriel was based on Glinda, the good witch from Wizard of Oz. She is also sleep deprived, and checking her bed would have had flavor text about a single bean being hidden under the sheets, as a reference to Princess and the Pea (hinting toward Toriel’s status as royalty)

• Sans was going to wear a hoodie made to resemble a wolf, and his dialogue would play off several typical Little Red Riding Hood quotes. (“do you wanna have a big bad time?”) In his basement, Frisk would be able to find an anthology of fairy tales, neatly bookmarked at Little Red Riding Hood’s ending. Beyond that, however, i had no idea what to do.

• I had almost no idea what to do with Papyrus, Undyne, or Alphys. I’ll talk about them in a bit.

• i had two ideas for mettaton, and made four separate sprites for him (two for his rectangular body, two for Mettaton EX.) I was either thinking Pied Piper mixed with the evil queen from Snow White or a male Queen of Hearts (from Alice in Wonderland). With the Queen of Hearts idea, I decided not to go with a King of Hearts, partly due to there already being a king of monsters, but also because in Alice in Wonderland, the King of Hearts was a pushover, and would be pretty nice if not for his wife. I went with a Jack of Hearts (AKA Knave of Hearts).

• Asgore was tricky, because he needed to be a climactic “end.” I went with the Wizard of Oz from the Wizard of Oz (as if I needed to clarify). I’ll go into further detail on his own post (partly because Asgore is such an underrated character, but im going to do this for pretty much everyone).

• Asriel was going to be a reverse-cinderella type character. I even had the idea that the Underfable AU version of Hopes and Dreams would be “A Charming Dance.” Burn in Despair was going to be “Die in the Cinders.” SAVE the World was “Clock Strikes Twelve.” and His Theme was “Riches to Rags.”

• Chara was going to refer to themself as Prince Chara, but they wear clothing that resembles a princess. They still use they/them pronouns. My explanation is that when Chara was adopted, they decided they wanted to use the title Prince, because it was simple and lacked a gendered suffix.

• Annoying Dog was going to be gray, and Papyrus would mistaken it for a wolf, earning himself the nickname “The skeleton who cried wolf.”

im gonna just give an overview of stuff that I never got around to making sprites of, but still had ideas for.

I was considering Undyne being based visually on captain hook, giving her a hooked energy staff instead of a spear. I also considered going with a butch version of disney’s little mermaid. Alphys could have been a dragon or, if I went with Captain Undyne the Hooked (or w/e), she would be a steampunk crocodile monster. Like how captain hook was afraid of that one crocodile that ate a clock.

I considered giving Papyrus a “jack and the beanstalk” type of wardrobe, to connect him to Flowey, but i had literally no clue how to do that.

I considered making Echo Flowers be roses, but I never made sprites.

[vex-bittys]

No Lips to Seal: An Underfell Story

Contains: SFW, no content warnings

Some say that it is violence shrouding Underfell in darkness; others say it is secrets, buried more deeply even than the monsters in their underground prison of earth, stone, and ancient magic. In this world it’s kill or be killed, and the best way to survive is to keep a whole deck of aces up your sleeve. This isn’t a story about having aces in spades, however. This is the story of a joker and a knave.

Sans had worried about Papyrus’ future from the moment the babybones had tumbled out of his incubation tube and bitten him on the ankle. Such ferocity boded well for Papyrus’ future, or it would have if Sans didn’t know his little brother at all. Despite his savage antics, Papyrus had a caring and merciful soul, and in Underfell, that made him just as big of a target as his older brother.

Sans possessed only a single hit point. This, combined with his equally singular attack and defense, meant easy experience for any monster who didn’t know better. Dragging a babybones along in his foraging made it a two-for-one deal. How Sans managed to survive the frequent attacks remained the Underground’s best kept secret. Sans did have a stat a bit higher than the loneliest number, a stat that couldn’t be viewed by Checking him: his LV. In this world, Sans wasn’t about to allow himself or his brother to be killed.

Sans honed his skills, practicing dodging and overwhelming opponents with a barrage of attacks. He perfected blue magic, developed elaborate bone attacks, and even had one of his teeth capped in gold to give the illusion of toughness. Eventually, he and his younger brother had settled in Snowdin.

The small town of Snowdin lacked the dense population of the capitol. The few residents who fought for experienced simply weren’t interested in the meager pickings from a puny skeleton monster and his babybones brother. The local guards were willing to overlook Sans and Papyrus entirely as long as Sans periodically threw them a literal bone. In the Fell, you accepted peace and safety for as long as you could hold onto it, but nothing lasts forever.

As Papyrus matured, it became painfully obvious that he would be the opposite of his older brother in every way. His tall, lanky stature made his brother look even more stout, and his penchant for high-heeled boots only accentuated the difference further. Papyrus lacked Sans’ single-minded disregard for any lives but theirs; his soul burned with empathy. His mind sought to see the good in others, a pursuit that Sans had long since given up on.

The most important difference, the one thing that changed everything, involved Papyrus’ stats. Everyone who knew the gold-toothed skeleton assumed that his younger brother would have similarly sub-par attack, defense, and hit points. Even Sans hadn’t expected Papyrus to blossom into such a powerful monster. Unfortunately, a well-endowed monster represented a life-changing wealth of experience, and that meant Sans and his brother were no longer safe in Snowdin.

It happened on a sunny afternoon, not that the sun ever really penetrated the thick canopy of trees where Papyrus practiced magic attacks with Sans and occasionally designed elaborate puzzles. That afternoon, Papyrus bounced excitedly as he eagerly showed Sans the system of spikes and pressure pads he’d set up. He was explaining the solution to Sans, who, though quite clever, feigned bafflement to please his brother when the dog monster attacked.

Doggo, a Guardsdog and regular at Grillby’s, landed only a single blow, claws tearing deeply into bone over Papyrus’ left eye. He didn’t get a chance to press the attack against the shocked teenager; Sans moved like lightning, pinning the mongrel to a nearby tree with a bone attack before summoning a pair of dragon-skull Gaster Blasters to end his worthless life. The Blasters opened their mouths in unison, jaws unhinging as they gathered energy.

Ping!

Papyrus had only perfected one bit of battle magic, and he used it now to turn his own brother’s soul blue. The dragon skulls froze in stasis, magic swirling in their gaping, unmoving maws. Doggo, sensing a reprieve, struggled against the bone that had punctured his shoulder and held him to the tree. Sans’ attacks were efficient and accurate- they had to be- and left his opponent with no chance for escape. Red snarled, fighting his brother’s magical immobilization

.“Papyrus!” he snapped.

“Sans, I’m sorry. Please don’t kill him. I’m sure he’s learned his lesson!” Papyrus pleaded for Doggo’s life even as he clutched his damaged socket, blood seeping between his fingers. Doggo nodded his enthusiastic agreement to Papyrus’ statement.

“Fine, just let go of my soul, Papyrus.” Sans’ red eyelights never left Doggo’s claws, dripping his brother’s blood onto the previously pristine snow.

“Promise me, Sans,” pressed the lanky skeleton. He knew his brother too well.

“I promise not to kill him,” growled Sans. As soon Papyrus released his soul, one of the Gaster Blasters dissipated with a whoosh. The other Blaster, however, spewed a beam of concentrated energy squarely into Doggo’s eyes.

“Sans!” Papyrus shouted in reproach as Sans dismissed his bone attack. Doggo collapsed at the base of the tree, clutching his face and howling in agony. Sans was already walking away, discarding the would-be murderer like so much human anime.

“C’mon Paps. I need to take a look at those scratches. The mangy bastard will live.” He added the word probably under his breath. Sans truly didn’t care either way, but his younger brother would be traumatized if he saw his assailant die.

Subdued, Papyrus followed Sans home. After inspecting the wound, Sans reassured his brother that his eyesight would be unaffected, but he would have a pretty intimidating scar over much of the left side of face. Sans had little hope that the scarring would discourage future attacks; the potential experience from a powerful monster was worth the risk to many who were trying to get ahead in the Fell. How long could Sans keep his brother safe? How long before he lost the only thing that mattered to him?

That night over a hot dinner of Papyrus’ lasagna and chilly silence, Sans concocted his most ambitious plan ever, a plan to construct a facade that would encompass their entire lives. Their new fabricated identities would be their armor against a dangerous world. Maybe the illusion of kill or be killed would suffice.

Sans set his plan in motion the next day while Papyrus stayed home to recuperate from his injuries. The first step? Approaching the Captain of the Royal Guard, Undyne, and convincing the savage fish monster to accept Papyrus into the Guard without testing him. Despite his high stats, Papyrus had failed to master even basic battle magic; turning a soul blue had been his one and only success.

The moment Sans stepped forward to speak to Undyne, he could feel her Checking him. The Captain had the audacity to laugh raucously at his meager stats before she outright insulted him.

“Whaddaya want, weakling?” she snapped, her one good eye constantly roving the ranks of the Guard. They feared her enough to behave, even behind her back. That’s why none of them even dared to gasp in shock when Sans challenged her to a fight.

She choked on laughter, doubled over, barely able to squawk a disbelieving “What?” before Sans continued, unfazed, tone icy.

“My brother wants to be Captain of the Royal Guard in Snowdin. He’s tired of the mutts running amok or lazing about, but he’s not interested in serving under a commander who’s all reputation and no substance. He wants me to see if you’re worth his time.”

Undyne glared daggers at the diminutive skeleton monster. “I guess your brother wants to be an only child.” On the last words, she lunged at Sans, summoning her spear in mid air and thrusting where Sans’ body had been a mere moment earlier. Undyne followed each of his movements with a stab of her weapon, trying and failing to anticipate his next dodge.

Screeching with frustration, the Captain of the Royal Guard increased her speed and redoubled her efforts to impale the puny being that mocked her. After a particularly skillful dodge, Sans summoned a pair of bones, driving them into the ground in a cross shape and trapping the pole arm beneath them. With a smug grin, he materialized a pair of Gaster Blasters. They awaited the command to gather magic, but Sans hoped that his performance had been adequate to satisfy Undyne.

Undyne glared. How had this miserable single hit point monster bested her? “You’re not bad, shrimp. Bring you brother to me tomorrow. I’d like to meet the monster cold enough to risk his brother for a Royal Guard position.”

Sans nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He’d exhausted every bit of energy within him for this victory; he couldn’t spoil it by fainting. No, he teleported home to do that, crashing face down on the bed into deep unconsciousness. He’d survived. He’d succeeded. Now he just had to get Papyrus to agree to his grand scheme. Later though. Now, he needed a nap.

“Are you sure this will work, Sans?” Papyrus asked for the umpteenth time that day, pawing nervously at the outfit Sans had designed for him. His brother had insisted he wear his favorite red boots, but the rest of the clothes were atrocious. A tattered shirt with armored shoulder pads left his spine exposed, and the low slung leather pants held up by the gaudy silver skull belt buckle didn’t even cover the crests of his hipbones. He thought the gloves and tattered scarf/cape looked just plain ridiculous. He didn’t want the other monsters to make fun of him!

When they arrived at the castle, the entire Royal Guard stood at attention to greet them. Those who had not been present for yesterday’s battle had been filled in by their fellow Guards, and by the time the story had fully circulated, it was well embellished. No one dared to mock the tall skeleton, imposing in his black and red attire, for fear of swift and fatal retribution.

Undyne strode haughtily forward to face the newcomer, and the heels of his boots lent Papyrus just enough height to be taller than her. Sans kept his face impassive, staying behind Papyrus at all times, giving the impression of a servile attitude. 

“So you’re the great and terrible Papyrus?” Undyne’s voice held a mocking undertone, meant to challenge the tall skeleton with his angular features and gruesome scar.

“Obviously,” Papyrus shot back coolly. Just like they’d practiced.

“And what exactly do you propose to do as Captain of Snowdin’s Guards?” Undyne disliked the cold immensely and without her heavy-handed guidance, the dogs of the Guard had become something of a running joke.

“Patrol for humans and set puzzles and traps to befuddle and capture them. And no more rowdy parties, chugging junk food at that disgusting bar!” Papyrus improvised in the disdainful growl that he and Sans had agreed on. Sans would’ve patted his brother’s back, but that would break character.

“What makes you think there will ever be a human in Snowdin?” Much of Undyne’s reputation centered around her capture of a fallen human.

“What makes you think there won’t be?” 

Silence fell in the wake of the insubordinate answer. Undyne’s booming laughter shattered it. She clapped a firm hand on Papyrus’ shoulder. “The position is yours!”

They’d done it!

Undyne’s sarcastic moniker stuck, and stories of the Great and Terrible Papyrus spread like wildfire, with a bit of help from some well-placed lies, courtesy of Sans. The new Captain appointed his weak, servile brother as a sentry, and rumor had it that he had done so to keep the smaller skeleton under his thumb. Doggo thanked his lucky stars that Papyrus had allowed Sans to punish him. His eyesight never fully recovered, but Doggo somehow convinced himself that Papyrus had intended to kill him when Sans intervened.

The ruse worked like a charm. For his part, Sans referred to his little brother as Boss and even wore a spiked red collar he’d found at the dump, pretending Papyrus had given it to him. The Great and Terrible Papyrus spent much of his time building traps and recalibrating his puzzles in the dense Snowdin forests. Nobody bothered him, fearing his wrath. Papyrus had an imperious nature and a scathing tongue, and no monster dared rile him enough to risk an attack.

As for Sans, nobody bothered him either. His laughable stats and his brother’s protection weren’t worth the measly experience or waste of time killing him. When they retired to their home at night, whispers ensued about what they must be up to behind the locked doors and blacked out windows. 

Nobody could ever have guessed that the Great and Terrible Papyrus made lasagna for his brother most nights. They’d watch the latest MTT TV specials, and then Papyrus would don his bunny pajamas and Sans would read him Fluffy Bunny stories until he dozed off in his racecar bed.The skeleton brothers of Snowdin became Underfell’s best kept secret. 

The pair had found a way to avoid killing or being killed. Most importantly, every night when Papyrus fell asleep, Sans would Check his stats. They remained the same, impressively high, except for one- the statistic that couldn’t be checked, Papyrus’ LV. It mirrored Sans’ own stats.

One.

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[anneimaginesundertale]

Alice in Under(tale) Land

So, I’ve thought about it, and consulted my copy of Alice in Wonderland, and I’ve decided on a cast list for an Alice-inspired piece for my fairy tale project. I’m basing this on the book and not any of the movies, so there may be characters you’re unfamiliar with. I also included a couple of skeletons I haven’t written before and a few non-skeleton characters. I thought they’d be perfect for their roles.

By the by, I highly recommend the book. It is quite short and very funny, if you like nonsense and poetry and nonsense poetry. There are loads of audio versions of it if you prefer listening, either on YouTube or on Audible. Here is one from YouTube read by Jon Pertwee. I have a version from Audible read by Jim Dale. I looked and you can buy one for between $3 and $10. If you still want a film version, my favorite (mostly) book loyal version is the 1999 film, which is also available in full on YouTube.

(Sorry to sound teacher-ish, but I am a teacher and I love Alice in Wonderland. I think everyone should read it or experience it, and its sequel Through the Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There. Both are excellent!)

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Cast List

Alice: Reader

White Rabbit: US Sans

Caterpillar: US Papyrus

Duchess: Mettaton

Cook: Burgerpants

Cheshire Cat: UF Sans

Mad Hatter: HT Sans

March Hare: HT Paps

Dormouse: Temmie

Queen of Hearts: SF Sans

King of Hearts: UF Paps

Mock Turtle: UT Sans

Gryphon: UT Papyrus

Knave of Hearts: SF Papyrus