#mtt game show

[carlyraejepsans]

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[triglycercule]

murder time trio should get to all experiment with dead bodies. why? because they can and it would be cool (okay but seriously i'll provide an explanation). all these freaks are scientists. i think it would be cool and funky if they all got to experiment! except morbidly and bloodily because none of them are right in the head now

killer like has his whole thing with wanting SOULs for some unspecified reason??? i'm just gonna steal the common interpretation that it's so he can find a way to fix his own soul through coding. but like,,,, what does he do with the desd bodies??? all the fellas he stole those souls from??? well this is where dust and horror come in

it's One Panel and i'm ABSOLUTELY reaching here but there's a (single) panel in horrortale where horror's pulling apart some sort of human limb like an arm with a device. why? what for? i dont fucking know at all man like papyrus said why is he always doing something weird in his room. anyways i'm just gonna guess its probably for rationing in horrortale (but it could also be that horror just felt like ripping apart an arm. for scientific purposes. or because he did this after ripping off aliza's arm so maybe he's doing some sort of recollection reflection or something i dunno im not a professional on this man). killer could totally send all the already dead HUMAN bodies horror's way for horrortale's food situation. maybe horror likes to dissect the humans yk maybe he's not just the type of bash (a head open) and dash. monsters dust so you cant see their guts but humans dont so horror gets prime time first hand experience on the human body! and then after he's done poking around in the brain he can give the meat and organs to papyrus for him to do his specific spaghetti confectionery

but but but what about the monsters that killer takes the souls from! surely he doesn't just take from only humans (dude idk if he actually does take from only human or monster. probably not right? he needs to study BOTH types of code so he can be most informed) so he must also take monster souls. and fortunately for dust (i do NOT think he'd quite like handling gore) monsters don't leave behind bodies or blood or allat they leave behind dust. hah. dust experiment with dust. i think its already a headcanon out there that dust likes to study dust. i cant exactly recall WHY exactly but maybe it's for sentimental reasons or just something to do to pass time between resets. so killer can just pass on whatever dust he gets to him and he can put it under his little microscope and be a little nerd what a GEEK. give this guy glasses and remove all his teeth but one i guarantee you he'll look like 🤓

and once again i hear you cry out but but triglycercule! why would killer even give the dead bodies and stuff to horror and dust in the first place??? erm number one because i said so silly. jk. and number two (if we're going in a nightmare's gang context here) it could be as a way for killer to gain horror and dust's trust. a way for them not to tattle on him for stealing souls for some unknown reason. maybe there's somehow important coding information left behind in the bodies/dust (because that's literally what utmv is made of) and killer wants dust and horror to do that work for him for some reason. maybe just a way for him to get rid of evidence maybe if theyre buddy pals and close enough just as a gift. i dunno man there's a bunch of reasons as to why he could possibly do this. i just really liked the thought of the trio all wearing fancy lab coats and goggles and i was like damn how can i make this a real possibility

[orangeleftyart]

Drew Mettaton’s Game Show sign from Undertale. Mettaton’s my most favorite Undertale character so I knew I had to draw this. This is what it ended up looking like and I couldn’t be happier with the result honestly.

YouTube vid of me drawing it:

(Also please check out my YouTube channel, Orange Lefty, because I have a lot of other Mettaton fanart there and I like to post videos of it >.< He’s the best Undertale character and you’ll never change my mind!)

[stuffyflowers]

Wait ok monngos ask is also making me think in general abt kanako and chujins magic. I want to know what type of bullet patterns they have. Whether they have any cool abilities like cerobas hp depletion or starlos slow-motion. Whether they even HAD strong magical abilities at all. I must know.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Can I get ut, uf, and us sans reaction to their human crush being invited to the mtt restaurant with the main monster group. And in the middle of dinner a spotlight turns on the crush and they start profesionally singing and making their way onstage like they rehearsed it a hundred times. ( kind of how mtt randomly started singing in the game) And at the end all the monsters applaud, and when asked about it, they say mtt asked them to be apart of the show for that night and they wanted to try it. And could I get ut alphys and undyne's reaction to it too, but it's their friend not crush.

Undertale Sans - He's so confused about what's going on, but he's rolling with it. He is quite impressed, even though he has no idea you could sing. You learn something new every day he guesses. He's charmed even more.

Undertale Alphys - She gives you a panic look as everyone starts looking at you, and by extension at her, kinda just standing next to you awkwardly. What's going on??? She is blushing uncontrollably, and as soon as you start moving, she goes to hide under the table lol.

Undertale Undyne - She, uh, didn't get what you were doing and she followed you on stage. She is now standing on the stage, very confused, staring at you as you keep singing. What's happening? When everyone applauds, she escapes, feeling awkward. So you didn't want her on stage at all, did you? Welp. That was weird.

Underswap Sans - He's hypnotized, a bit confused, but also feeling very hot right now. He looks at everyone wondering if it's because of the lights, but no one else is sweating so it's probably just him. When you're done, everyone starts to worry about him. He has to flee to the toilets to cool down lol.

Underfell Sans - He's staring at your butt the whole time and he's not hiding it, smiling like a shark when you notice him. You briefly miss a word, blushing, as he smirks at you. Yeah, he definitely likes the show.

[water-mellie-seeds]

Birthday haul ???

1! Pyramid steve no hat (i will make him onw irs ok) from esther!!! Bettee image of Funny letter coming later. Irs jn the envelope and i cant move anymore And plasma ball from esther that i need to get batteries for but i Will show when i do i loooove plasma ball

2: ! I dojt have everything from momo pictured but here is the shirt that i got from faer and he got me silly ghoasts And a gameboy keychain And a haunted apple fanta and. There were other things i believe. Balloon and confetti ( i got glitter bombed) and a b&w picture of tylers silly pixmix AND a happy meal toy silly thing♡

3: stupid giant pin i bought

4:

M.HAAHHDKWHWLHDN nmshskdhskdh hohhhohckahdkahd mtt figure. .dhkahdks//=?÷& parents

As well as bad end theater from mica, several game from momo ( most notably hylics😈😈😈) and! Free drink from the pro palestine bubble tea shop ive mentioned before 😈

And

There are other things maybe but i cannot Think. Of them

[tigerbears]

EDIT: SINCE GOT THIS SORTED OUT FROM SOMEONE ON MOLLYSTARS DISCORD SERVER! Don't need you folks to answer!

Hey, got a question for any of you UT/DR fans who know Japanese.

What personal pronouns do Mettaton, Mad Mew Mew, and Dress Lion use in the JP localization? Both before/after these characters transition (E.G Mad Dummy vs Mad Mew Mew's personal pronouns, MTT's personal pronouns in his diary.) Along with the personal pronouns used in Deltarune. (I remember someone on ACDs that Mettaton uses boku for most of the game/deltarune but the diaries use a more neutral pronoun.)

I'm working on a script for UT and DR's trans and enby rep and I really want to strengthen it against those mental gymnastics counter arguments.

Screenshots of these examples would be helpful too as I want to show these examples on screen.

[itsladykit]

Ship: Edge/Burgerpants (aka Edgepants)

Summary: BP isn't a sweet-piece. He's a janitor. Papyrus picks him anyway.

Explicit version linked above--please read the tags for kinks, etc. Clean version under the cut.

Relevant tags: crack taken seriously, sex work, power imbalance, bad boss MTT, dubcon themes but main pairing is consensual, anti-work BP.

Enjoy.

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BP grumbled under his breath, scrubbing at a sticky black stain. “Did someone fuck a squid monster?” he groused, “They could have at least put down a towel—hrk!”

Mettaton swept into the room, stepping directly on BP’s back and forcing his face into the stain. Fur bristling and ears folded back, BP sat up to glare at his boss’ back. Mettaton didn’t even notice—he just clapped his hands together to get the gathered ‘pieces’ attention. “Are all my lovelies here? Yes? Marvelous! We have two very important guests on their way over, and I expect everyone to be especially solicitous.” He smirked, chin lifted. “It’s not every day the Captain visits, and this time, she’s bringing her Lieutenant with her. We’ll be sure to show them a good time, won’t we?”

The gathered sweet-pieces nodded. Technically, they weren’t open yet, but they’d make an exception for the Captain. BP ignored the announcement. He wasn’t a sweet-piece—he was just a janitor, and as soon as this stain was gone, he would be too.

A shadow eclipsed the black stain. He looked up to see Mettaton looming over him, hands on his hips and smile frozen. “And what, exactly, are you doing here?”

His tail curled closer to his thigh as he sat up, ears folded against his scalp. He gestured to the stain. “I’m cleaning. You want the place clean, don’t you?”

Mettaton’s head twitched slightly to the side, and he said through gritted denta, “Finish up. We have customers.”

BP’s fur bristled, and he gestured to the stain. “I’m trying! This is oil or something—it’s not coming out!”

“Then cover it up! I don’t want to see it—or you—in here when our guests arrive.”

With that, he spun around and returned his attention to the gathered ‘pieces, fluffing their hair, adjusting their clothes, or dabbing at their make-up. Not that they needed his fussing. Each and every one of them was coiffed and styled to perfection. Make-up and paint highlighted their best features. Chrome was polished, skin was painted, fur was brushed until it shone, and hair was elegantly styled. They dressed in soothing pastels, each like a perfect flower in Mettaton’s garden.

BP stood up and brushed at his dirty apron, trying not to feel self-conscious of his scruffy fur or his well-worn clothing. If they were the flowers, he was certainly a weed. He desperately wanted to go outside and take a smoke break, but Mettaton would throw a fit—and possibly BP himself—if he did that. So, he just grumbled under his breath as he swept out of the room, determined to find a rug or something to cover the stain.

Once he dug a spare rug out of the closet, he hauled it back to the main room, still grumbling and still itching for a smoke. The ‘pieces were busy arranging themselves for selection. They weren’t so crass as to line up; instead, they seated themselves on settees and couches, gathered as if they spent their days having tea and sharing gossip, rather than trying to quell and calm high-LV monsters. It was a pretty illusion they painted, and he couldn’t help but stop and stare.

He knew that life as a sweet-piece was not nearly as soft and sweet as they pretended—he’d seen terrible things in this line of work, seen their pretty faces smashed and broken, seen Mettaton sigh over a pile of dust and haggle with the killer about the price of replacement—but the fantasy was still compelling. After all, at his low LV he was little more than free EXP anyway, and no one would even bother to sigh over his dust or demand compensation when he died. What would it be like to be one of them? To be considered such a compelling beauty that even the most LV laden monster must hesitate to harm you? To be considered worthy of kindness?

“What are you doing here?” Mettaton squawked, “They’re going to be here any moment—and what is that?!”

Ears flat, BP looked down at the rug. “It’s—the stain won’t come out, so I got this to cover it.”

“Are you insane?” he demanded, arms raised, “It clashes!”

BP looked from the rug to the rest of the room. “It’s green, isn’t it? It figured it would match the wallpaper.”

“This is mint green! The wallpaper is clearly seafoam!” BP stared at him blankly, and Mettaton stared back, eyes wide and mouth stretched into a broad, manic grin. “Are you trying to ruin this? Is that what you want? To upset the Captain and thereby upset my patron? Is that what you’re doing?”

BP cringed away as he approached, eyes on Mettaton’s hands. “No! No, I thought—they’re the same, aren’t they? The colors? They look the same to—”

“Are you blind?!”

Sweat dampened his forehead as he looked from the rug to the wall. “I—maybe?”

Fury lit Mettaton’s eyes from within, LED bulbs lighting up one by one. Before he could take hold of BP, though, the little bell rang as the door opened. “—relax, gutter-rat!”

The fury turned to panic, and a metal arm clamped over his shoulders and hugged him to Mettaton’s side. In his ear, he hissed, “Say nothing and pretend you belong here.” Then he turned on his megawatt-smile and spun them both to face the door, steely arm still tight around BP’s shoulder. “Ah, hello! Captain Undyne, Lieutenant Papyrus—such a pleasure to have you both with us today!”

Undyne was a familiar sight, and her good eye swept the room appraisingly. Her grin was sharp as ever, but the twitch of her fingers and the dust on her hands made it plain the LV was riding her hard. Her companion was not nearly so familiar. He held himself preternaturally still beside her, eyelights burning. “Is it?” he asked. The caustic edge in his tone earned him a sharp elbow from his superior.

“Heya, Metts,” Undyne said, and BP felt the hand on his shoulder tighten upon hearing the nickname. “I need to blow off a little steam—” Given the way she drummed her fingers against her thigh, BP thought that might be an understatement. “—and I think my Lieutenant needs some help getting the stick out of his ass.” Her grin was sharkish as she clapped him on the back. “Preferences, gutter-rat?”

He glared, swatting her hand away. “I said I’d escort you here; I didn’t agree to anything else. I’ll wait for you outside.”

Her hand closed over the back of his neck, and BP’s fur raised in sympathy, noting how he stiffened in her hold, eyelights flaring. “You need this just as badly as I do,” she hissed, pulling him close. Her voice was a rough rasp, and his hand curled into a tight fist in response.

“Fuck you,” he snapped, still glaring, “I don’t—”

She shook him a little, holding him so she could look into his eyelights. “Pick someone or I’ll pick for you.”

“Fine!” He slapped her hand away and cast his eyelights around the room. Then he pointed—straight at BP. “Him.”

BP blinked. “I’m not—”

Mettaton’s hand clamped hard on his shoulder. “He’s not on shift.” He gave BP a brittle smile. “He’s not even dressed! Surely you’d prefer…” He cast his eyes on the gathered ‘pieces, who were watching with carefully concealed amusement. “Harriet, perhaps?”

The Lieutenant eyed the rabbit monster. “Harrie,” he said, and she offered a sardonic smile and a respectful nod. “How are your kits?”

“Just fine, Lieutenant. Your brother’s well?”

He scowled. “I believe you’d have more cause to know than I would.”

She giggled. “Send him my love.”

He huffed, arms crossed as he turned his attention back to Mettaton. “The cat will suit. Let him change, if it matters so much. Or—” He noticed that Undyne’s attention had shifted to one of the sweet-pieces, no longer focused on him. “—I can simply go. I have no need of—”

“Absolutely not! I wouldn’t dream of sending you away unsated, darling. Though...” He stepped forward, sweeping his gaze over the young Lieutenant and circling him slowly. “…if it’s a rougher touch you’re after, I’d be happy to provide. I know sweetness doesn’t suit all tastes.” He reached out, and the Lieutenant caught his servo at the wrist, glaring up at him.

“The cat, then. If you insist.” He released his wrist, and Mettaton stood frozen for a moment, unused to rejection.

He turned his head to glance back at BP, and he tried not to cower; Mettaton could not express his aggravation on a customer, but he could certainly vent it on his beleaguered janitor. “Oh, I do. We’ll get him prepared, and I assure you—he’ll be more than satisfactory.” BP’s ears drooped, and he glanced at the guardsmen, only to find himself locking gazes with him. His eyelights burned in his skull like embers in a void.

BP swallowed hard, wishing he’d called in sick today.

-

While their guests were shown to their rooms, a strong hand clamped over the nape of BP’s neck, and he was force-marched to the staff showers. Before he could protest or even think to respond, he was shoved—still clothed—under the spray of cold water, face pressed to the tile.

The hand tightened, and he couldn’t hold back a whimper. “Listen here,” Mettaton hissed, “you are going to do whatever he asks of you, and you are going to do it with a smile—and without any of your back talk, do you understand?”

“I wouldn’t—”

He was shoved more forcibly into the tile. “Do. You. Understand,” Mettaton bit out. He nodded frantically, not daring to speak. “Good,” he purred, and the hand loosened. “Get cleaned up. I don’t need you servicing a customer smelling like that.”

BP nearly asked what he meant by that, but feared Mettaton would take that as license to strip and scrub him down himself. So, he just nodded, Mettaton turned away, still frowning, but BP had to ask, “Uh, what am I supposed to wear?” His now wet coveralls and utility apron didn’t seem suitable. Unless the Lieutenant was into a very specific sort of role-play.

“I’ll find something for you,” Mettaton said dismissively. “Though where I can’t imagine—orange clashes with everything.”

On that note, he left, and BP looked down at the striped orange fur on his arm. “It doesn’t clash with everything,” he mumbled. He began his desultory scrubbing, ears drooping and the tip of his tail twitching. He barely managed to rinse the soap out of his fur before he was being rushed out of the shower and into the dressing room.

He flushed under Mettaton’s scrutiny, yelping when one of the older ‘pieces pulled the towel out of his hands and started vigorously drying him off. “Hey—!”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” they said, looking up at him with disinterest. Their features were heavily scarred—they’d been retired from work in the front of house after an incident a few years back. They still had a stable of loyal clients willing to overlook their scars, though, so Mettaton kept them sweet. “The Lieutenant picked you?”

BP glanced at Mettaton, not sure if he was going to be yelled at for talking back, but he was busy picking out a robe. “Uh, yeah. I guess.”

The older ‘piece nodded to themself. “Hmm.” They glanced at BP again, and the fur along his spine lifted when he detected a hint of pity in their gaze. “Mind yourself with that one. He’s going to be a difficult client. His LV’s riding him, and he didn’t come here willingly. Worse, he’s got a reputation for being uptight. Monsters like him….” They shook their head. “They don’t relax; they snap. Don’t provoke him. Do what he says. And remember—” They glanced at Mettaton, then lowered their voice. “—no one is looking out for you but you.”

BP stared at him. “Thanks for the pep talk.”

They tossed the towel over his head and ran it over his scalp and cheeks. “And for stars’ sake, keep your tongue in your head.”

Mettaton made a pleased exclamation and rushed over at that moment, dove-grey robe in hand. Blue, yellow, and black flowers and accents swirled over its surface. “Perfect!” he said, rushing BP into it.

At the end of their fussing, BP caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. If he’d hoped, for a moment, that he’d look different—better, sweeter—after their makeover, then he was doomed to disappointment. He looked the same as ever, just less comfortable and maybe a little cleaner.

Mettaton picked an orange strand of fur off the front of his robe with a loud sigh. “This will need cleaning after. But it will work! He’s clearly nearsighted in any case, if he thought you were a sweet-piece.”

The scarred ‘piece gently pushed a tray into BP’s hands. “Good luck,” they said, steering him toward the stairwell. “First door on the left.”

 “And don’t forget, darling,” Mettaton said. “If he seems at all dissatisfied, then I’ll fashion a robe from your skin. Am I clear?”

BP nodded numbly. The delicate cups rattled against their saucers as he climbed up the steps. He fumbled at the door, trying not to spill the tea as he opened it. He nearly tripped over himself as he entered the room, fur lifting when the Lieutenant looked up at him. He froze and forced an awkward smile, tail curling close to his thigh.

How did the real sweet-pieces manage to do this silently? Gracefully, even.

He cleared his throat and set the tray on the table, causing more rattling. The guardsman ignored him, looking back to the book he’d been reading.

Who brings a book to a sweet-piece parlor?

BP stood awkwardly in front of the table, tugging at the front of his robe. The guardsman ignored him, still lounging on the chaise and…reading. “Um.” His fingers twitched over the robe’s edge. Stars, he wanted a cigarette. “So….”

The Lieutenant sighed, sticking a thumb in his book to mark his place. He looked up at BP, leaning back in the chaise and surveying him. His brow-bone lifted, and he snorted softly. “I’m impressed. In only fifteen minutes, Mettaton managed to turn a janitor into…something that looks almost like a sweet-piece. He should incorporate that into one of his gameshows.” He turned back to his book. “I hope you have some way to entertain yourself for however long we’re stuck here.”

BP stared. “You…you knew?”

The brow-bone crept higher. “Of course I knew. I’m not blind.” He looked back to his book. “If I wanted a sweet-piece, I’d have asked for a sweet-piece. I picked you so Undyne and the android would leave me alone.”

The insult was too much. “So you dragged me into this because you were—what? Annoyed? You’re having a bad day, so I have to be stripped naked, insulted, humiliated, and-and threatened? Is that what’s happening here? Do I have that right?” His breathing was unsteady after the tirade, and for a few blissful moments, he had the satisfaction of glaring down at the guardsman, who stared back with wide sockets.

Then, like a rubberband snapping back after being stretched too far, his righteous indignation crumbled into panic. The Lieutenant’s shock was quickly hidden behind an indifferent mask, and he closed the book, setting it aside. BP’s heart started to race and his mouth went dry. Oh, stars. “Wait,” he said, forcing a smile even as his tail bristled, “I didn’t mean….” His voice was tight. It sounded like he’d breathed in a lungful of helium.

The Lieutenant stood, stepping around the table to stand in front of BP. Stars he was tall. BP swallowed, looking up at him. “Just-just a joke,” he tried, voice still strained, “Haha? Just…” He swallowed, glancing back at the door. If he ran, how long would he have before Mettaton went searching for him? And how long would he have to hide before he lost interest in finding him?

“My apologies.”

BP blinked, sure he’d misheard. “I’m—what?”

“I chose you because I didn’t want a sweet-piece,” he reiterated. There seemed to be a weight in his words, as if there was more behind them, but he didn’t elaborate. Instead, he huffed and looked away. “I didn’t mean to insult you, only to reassure you that I don’t expect anything from you.” He gestured to the door. “You can go. Tell your boss I changed my mind—”

“No!” BP’s eyes went wide, and his fur puffed. He glanced back at the door, sure Mettaton was going to come through it and skin him on the spot. Then he saw the Lieutenant’s brow-bone lift again, and he forced a smile, trying to smooth down his fur. “I mean….” He swallowed. “Do you want tea? They had me bring tea.”

The guard stared at him for a long moment, then he cocked his head slightly. He gave a subtle nod and gestured to the tray. “Tea would be fine.”

“Great!” He sat in front of the table, on the cushion provided. For a moment, the Lieutenant just watched him, looming at his back. BP’s fingers shook as he poured the tea, causing the cups to rattle in their saucers once more.

The guard walked around the table, sitting on the chaise again. He didn’t pick up his book. “What would you have done,” he asked, leaning forward, “if I really thought you were a sweet-piece?”

BP froze, looking down at the murky green liquid swirling in his cup. “Uh. You know. Sweet-piece stuff.”

Again, he lifted a brow. “I imagine you’re relieved that I don’t expect that of you.”

BP shrugged. “Sure.”

The guard tilted his head. “’Sure’?” he echoed.

“Well—I mean. You’re not exactly hard to look at,” he said, “and sweet-pieces….” He stopped.

“What about them?”

He shrugged. “People’re usually nice to ‘em. That’s all. It’s the point, isn’t it? They’re so sweet, you gotta be sweet back. I mean—I know that’s not how it always works out. Believe me, I’ve seen some shit.” The guardsman nodded, and BP had to imagine he’d seen just as bad, if not worse. “But…the Captain wouldn’t bring you here, if you were like that.”

BP rubbed the back of his neck, realizing he’d said too much. “So, yeah. Wouldn’t have minded being your sweet-piece for a day.” He laughed, wishing again for a cigarette. “Beats trying to get oil stains outta the carpet!”

“Baking soda.”

BP blinked. “Uh…huh?”

“Baking soda. Use a toothbrush to work it into the carpet, let it sit for fifteen minutes, then vacuum it up. So long as the stain hasn’t set, it should help.” BP stared at him for a beat, unsure how to react to that. “Maybe you should be a sweet-piece; janitorial work doesn’t seem to be your forte.”

BP snorted. “It’s a good gig, if you can get it. Too bad I don’t qualify anymore.” Any amount of LV was too much for a sweet-piece, even his low level.

The guardsman leaned forward, hands cupped around his tea. “I never really considered that some monsters would seek out this line of work,” he said softly, eyelights down. “I’ve mostly seen the less savory side of the trade. Not everyone comes to it willingly.”

BP understood all at once why he’d been so resistant before. “Hey, uh, I got my problems with the boss, but everyone here came here willingly. I mean—as willing as anyone can be. Cleaning the floors isn’t exactly how I’d choose to spend my free time, you know?” He laughed, but the Lieutenant looked away, brow-bones furrowed. His job entailed a good deal worse than cleaning floors, and he probably didn’t need the reminder.

BP cleared his throat, searching for a change of subject. “So. What would you have wanted from me, if I were a sweet-piece?”

The Lieutenant choked on his tea. “I—” He shook his head and cleared his throat. “Nothing. I don’t use—I have no need of a sweet-piece and no desire for one either.”

“So you’re going to read and I’m just going to sit here and twiddle my thumbs until the Captain’s done getting her rocks off?”

A faint flush of red magic touched his cheekbones as he glared. “If you don’t think you can carry a conversation, then yes. And I don’t pretend to know what Undyne is doing—nor do I wish to.”

BP shrugged. “Okay, okay. You just seem a little tense—”

“I am not tense!”

BP couldn’t hold back a snort, though when the guard’s expression darkened, he swallowed and reminded himself it was unwise to mock a high LV monster. “Right! Of course not.”

On cue, the teacup shattered in the Lieutenant’s grip. Before BP could react, he swore and stood, bits of porcelain cupped in his dripping phalanges. He dumped them in the trash can, glaring at his hands as if they’d betrayed him. “You, uh, you want a towel or something?” In answer, he held out his hand, open and expectant. BP grabbed a cloth napkin off the tray and scrambled to stand. “Here.”

He wiped the tea from his fingers, watching BP out of the corner of his socket as he did. When he was finished, he held the napkin out for BP—but instead of releasing it when he took it in hand, the Lieutenant used it as leverage to pull him closer and catch his eye.

Staring into his sockets immediately made BP’s hackles rise. He swallowed but held his ground. He didn’t back away, even when a skeletal hand lifted slowly to hover beside his face. He had plenty of time to pull away but held still as a bony thumb stroked over his jawline. His heart beat hard, and he wondered if the guard could hear it. “You know my name?” the Lieutenant asked.

 “Papyrus.”

“So you know who I am. What I’ve done.”

He swallowed and nodded. “I—yeah. I know.” Everyone had heard the stories. Papyrus was not as infamous as Undyne, but as he’d risen through the ranks, people started to whisper. And when he successfully took control of the infamously uncontrollable denizens of Snowdin, those whispers grew louder.

“And still you offer yourself to me?”

Fuck. Something in the way he phrased that—his words archaic and weighty—sent a bolt through BP, making his knees feel loose and his breathing go thready. In that moment, it was impossible to separate fear from desire. “I—yes?”

The Lieutenant snorted, drawing his hand away and leaving BP holding the napkin. He returned to the chaise, his back to BP. “Most people would rather not attract my attention. But you….” He glanced over his shoulder, then shook his head again before taking his seat. He swept his gaze up and down BP’s body, and BP stood rigid, breath held. Finally, his gaze rested on BP’s face. “Alright, kitten. It’s your choice. Either sit and pour the tea, keep quiet while I read, or come here and be my sweet-piece for the day.”

BP stood frozen for a few moments. Some part of him was silently screaming at him to sit quietly and just enjoy the break, but the Lieutenant made an arresting sight. He lounged against the chaise, feet planted firmly on the ground. His features were set and stony, his eyelights hard. There was nothing welcoming in his pose. Rather, it looked like he was daring BP to approach, confident he didn’t have the nerve.

Something in him stirred at the perceived challenge.

With a subtle smirk—as if he’d won, somehow—the Lieutenant turned to pick up his book and resume reading. No longer speared by his gaze, BP was free to move. It made sense to just sit down and pour the tea, but nothing about this day was normal or sensible, and BP’s feet carried him past the table, until he stood between the Lieutenant’s spread thighs.

The guardsman looked up from his book, cocking his brow-bone again. Never taking his eyelights off BP, he shut it once more and set it aside. He brought his hand to BP’s waist, just above the hip, and BP’s heart started beating faster.

-

After, when they’d been drawn from the room and the Captain and her Lieutenant were taking their leave—and BP was curling in on himself as he grew conscious of Mettaton’s eyes on him, of the cruel smile forming on his glossa—Papyrus paused to pass him a few pieces of gold. BP looked up at him. “Um.” He looked to Mettaton, but his smile had frozen and he was staring at the Lieutenant.

“For your service,” he said, closing BP’s hand over the G. “I believe a tip is appropriate?” He glanced at Mettaton. His expression was mild, even as it dared Mettaton to contradict him.

“I…” He didn’t look at his boss. Instead, he kept his eyes on Papyrus. “Yeah. If you think…think I earned it.”

“I do,” he said calmly. Then pulling away, he looked to Mettaton to say, “I trust he’ll he available next time we visit.”

Mettaton’s frozen smile shifted into his megawatt grin, though BP could see the strain around his eyes. “Of course, darling! Anytime! Though if you would prefer someone more experienced—”

“No. Thank you. I rather like his inexperience,” he said, “It’s…refreshing. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” He offered them both a nod and departed.

BP tensed as soon as the door closed, but Mettaton just sighed. “It’s a shame,” he said, “You’d think such an attractive monster would have better taste.” He eyed BP, then shook his head in disgust. “Whatever. You’re on call from now on,” he said, “So keep your phone on you when you’re off duty.” He gestured to the carpet. “Now get rid of that.”

He left and BP stood frozen for a moment. It felt, somehow, as if everything and nothing had changed. Then he turned and went to fetch the baking soda and a toothbrush.

It was probably too late to do any good, but it was worth a try.

[simonsoys]

how do you think papyrus will react if he found out sans was a smoker for a while and it clicked to him he's been doing it for years?

I feel like you'd be able to smell it on him, but maybe Sans could use the excuse that it's the smell of the bar(tender).

Probably just extra disgust-- it's gross, even by Sans standards. Would that account for Sans being slimy? (Would it even be harmful to skeletons??)

I think he'd assume Sans picked it up from some of his acquaintances at first, and wheel in the local school's TV to show a MTT-brand "say NO! to peer pressure" video. With a sad sigh, he'd have to ask you to be a good example for his brother, since Sans is more vulnerable to social influence.

Real talk though I don't think there's much Papyrus would do except nag. He already nags Sans for the other unhealthy habits he's got going on and hasn't seemed to push deeper into the "why" behind any of it at the time of the game's story. As much as he complains, he lets Sans make adult decisions-- and for what it's worth, Sans does do the same for Papyrus.

[derangedanomaly]

Umm. . . May I ask about the growth of your characters? (Including Chaos?)

Ah! Sure! Alright- *cracks knuckles* gonna be yapping! :3

My very early idea of my AU, Overcopy, was never supposed to grow the way it did now. I was never planning to expand on it ever again after this one post, that I thought about when making myself a sandwich. I was never even expecting it getting kinda popular. But then I started getting asks about Chaos and the others.

So I started drawing these guys ironically. I was like "Oh yeah, I'll just draw these sillies for the hugs, kisses and everything! And then I'll stop!" Those who were here before this whole AU was created knows that I was mainly a writing blog. I wrote for the UTMV imagines, FICS, and other things. But the more that I drew, the more I enjoyed it. Every drawing made me feel happier! I was never so happy before.

Back then, I was really unorganized. I didn't even have Chaos' backstory created. Every post I made back then, was just what I thought would be good, and did it. That's why Chaos' old backstory is a little messy. It's not throughoutly thought about beforehand. The characters were also a really big mess. I was REALLY unprepared.

Chaos is a character that was remade MANY times before, simply because I couldn't figure it out. I honestly didn't even cared much for his design in my first ever post. Heck, he was created only because I wanted to make Nightmare suffer. I was going off of NOTHING at all when I got asks like: How was he created? I came up with everything on the spot. And I think it shows.. TT

I've started properly rewriting his story/writing a script like 5 months ago. I started out by writing like basic points. Some general idea. This was actually the first time that I've thought about the MTT boys being unfiltered. I honestly did that because I felt like they were being weirdly nice. It just doesn't suit them.. (I also love Horror/gore). I planned to reveal this in the comics actually, keeping it a secret. But my friend, @idkwhaticandonow asked about it in one of my asks. So... I caved in and revealed it to y'all.

I'm gonna be completely honest about Blade...... I didn't have much personality thought about in the past. The only thing that I had about him (and made it into his whole personality), was that he liked Anime, and was a loser with no game. I started fleshing him out when I was writing the psychology of the MTT boys. (Their unfiltered versions I mean.)

I started writing Blade first, because it was just much easier to visualize him as a psychopath.

The hardest one to write, was probably Ted. I made him in my AU into such a sweetheart, that I didn't know how to make his unfiltered version. I don't want to spoil much, since I'll reveal unfiltered Ted very soon.

Writing Ace was honestly a little refreshing. He's such a yapper when he's filtered, so it was nice writing him be deadly silent.

Writing their psychology was actually so much fun! But I won't deny that it was difficult at times. I had a lot of breakdowns where I just couldn't think about it anymore, and instead went to play a game. Other times, it was very easy and went smoothly. But still... It was fun!

Nightmare.... I honestly tried to write Nightmare as canon-like as possible. I don't know why, I just really like canon Nightmare. But, I'm not the og creator of Nightmare sans, so I couldn't really achieve that well. But I tried my best! Making his character was actually.... Very easy. I'd say that Nightmare was actually the easiest one to write! Which is insane thinking about it now. The only difficult part about him, are his complex feelings. Those are usually the times where I ask myself, "how would he even react to that?"

Overcopy is still a project in production, but I'm trying my hardest every day to make the finished product have some value, and actually look good. I'm working on the script almost every day, correcting errors or any nonsensical things. I'm almost done correcting chapter 1 and chapter 2, then, I'll go into choosing a format, which I'll present it in.

You can definitely be excited for it! This is probably my biggest project yet, and I'm actually proud of it by far. ^^

[carlyraejepsans]

8!

"common fandom opinion everyone is wrong about"

oh man what a buffet of choice HAHAHA. I'm gonna go with Treating "chara"/the fallen human and the player as entirely separate entities like kris' conflict with us in deltarune.

i am 100% convinced chara is the player character in undertale, and who we are meant to represent ingame. there is a point where they separate from us, but that is an extremely specific instance at the end of the genocide run, as the culmination of the game mechanic where we textually "grow distant from ourselves". the fallen human isn't inherently separate from us, we have to choose to amputate them from ourselves through our actions.

which is so insanely cool meta-wise and i am TIRED of people sleeping on it!!!

[triglycercule]

i mightve found the only other undertale fan in my entire school and he's playing one of those roblox ut fighting fan games. and then i saw his avatar and i'm like 80% sure it was dust but i cant tell because theres an undyne head over the avatar. man what the hell

[runesofthedelta]

Just for a funsie.

SPADES / Swords, represent reason and logic, wisdom and intellect.

Something that would fit our Gaster, as our royal scientist, our secret intellectual.

In the study regarding online player personalities, Spades Gamers seek to find secrets, glitches and easter eggs. Literally living up to the Spades name as digging for answers.

And Gaster is basically an Easter Egg himself that requires a lot of digging.

HEARTS / Chalices, represent emotions and faith, passion and instinct.

Something that... hasn't really repressented anyone. Not unless we want to open up theories about a Fourth Skelebro, or maybe just have an excuse to have OCs.

( We can always use more excuses to make OCs )

In the study of online player personalities, Hearts players prefer the social aspect, developing relationships, and investing in people.

DIAMONDS / Coins, represent Materials and Material values, Wealth and Achievements.

Papyrus does an awful lot to achieve a position, as he thinks that moving up with achieve affection like its something you earn rather than something you grow yourself with others. He's obsessed with physical items, such as traps, he wears a battle costume and dabs various MTT Brands behind his... Ears? because he thinks that physically appearing cool will earn him the support he wants.

( Which, as we Papyrus fans will say, he just needs to be himself and not rely on showing off material possessions. WE LOVE YOU AS YOU ARE, PAPY )

The Diamonds Player are our collectors. They must have all the objects, they must have The Aesthetic, they must have the Gold. They are effectively, the 100%ers, which means achieving greater and greater heights for the reward.

... not unlike Papy.

CLUBS / Wands, represent will and creativity, spirituality and... well, Determination.

Sans turns manipulating the mechanics of UT into an artform of creativity. From messing with us through colored text, to moving to the wrong side of the screen, to telling jokes to the Camera... Spirituality comes in, because he knows there are Bigger things out there--after all, he kicks our ass, doesn't he?

As for Determination... Well, didn't Papyrus say something about Sans, producing slime? Even though he's a skeleton? Which seems to be a thing about him sweating, and while he does carry a hankerchief...

... Skeletons don't sweat. And he does seem to be connected to at least three Soul Colors--Yellow, Azure-Blue, and Red. All human souls have DT, just as all monster souls have magic....

( Is it possible that Gaster was looking into DT extraction, because he was trying to save someone and not the underground )

The Clubs Player is our destroyer, the bigger weapon, the bigger bomb, the bigger the destruction. They are the disruptors, and might like Pam from Monster Factory, given how broken that game got.

[stuffyflowers]

Why are we still just doing the mtt game show like nothing happened. I just killed 50 people

[sansofhumor]

I know this defeats the point of the game, but imagine an undertale fighting game where sans is a selectable character but he still only has 1 hp (one hit KO) and half of his moves are just dropping his incredibly tiny hit box out of range of attacks while he's just standing still. The other half are him throwing hot dogs and hot cats for 1 hp damage. Fighting against him or as him would be so frustrating. He has 2 specials. The first is: he pulls out his trombone and all attacks are now just music notes. They don't do damage. The second special has him pausing the fight for a mandated break and papyrus tags in for a real special attack. Papyrus will bring the opponent to 1 hp but will never Finish Him.

Papyrus in this theoretical fighting game has actual moves that reflect his move set in game. One special is to turn the opponent blue (just cancels jumping for a set time). The other special is the annoying dog stealing papyrus' bones. This does a surprising amount of damage to the opponent. If you start a special sequence but miss up in a specific way sans will show up on screen and play the wah wah wah sound. (If the opponent is sans, he'll just do that anyways lol). Papyrus would have a taunt that's just his hero pose, cape flapping in the wind. (Sans' idle pose is him falling asleep).

There would definitely be a distracting amount of unique dialogue for a skelebro match. Papyrus in general would already have a thousand lines (plus unique options for every match up) but this would be one of the few matches sans also has a ton of quips. Usually he'd be snoring or going through like... a thesaurus of skeleton puns.

Also you can unlock different skins, half of which are just skins half of which would totally alter game play bc I don't know the meaning of scale lol. Anyways, you can unlock a Christmas sweater for example, which is just a skin OR you could unlock an AU I guess which would be basically a new character.

I think playable characters would be... frisk (a skin for chara, a skin for no mercy), flowey (unlock asriel), toriel, sans and papyrus, asgore, undyne, alphys, mtt, and muffet.... I also think it'd be fun to add the Snowdin dogs, grillby, gerson, gaster lol, though I suppose some would have less skins and alt characters than others.

The snowdin dogs would be like... almost one unit? Greater dog and lesser dog would work together with like... A attack being greater dog's heavy movements and B attack being Lesser dog's. But they move as a unit. A special would swap greater and lesser with dogamy and dogaressa who bring down their axes for a ton of damage. Doggo would get his own special or be part of the conglomerate at the beginning for a ranged attack option.

Undyne would be a classic fighting character. I think her taunt could be the whole "mimes you are going down" gesture. Her spear attacks are great for ranged to midrange but not close quarters. Her normal special would be her attack from the docks portion of the game, just summoning a ton of spears under the opponent for massive damage. Her alt special would only be available after her hp got to a specific level and it would basically just initiate undying mode: her attacks hit harder and opponent attacks hit for less than normal.

Alphys is almost entirely ranged (her cellphone shoots lightning bolts) but she has some tail and claw attacks too. Whenever she gets caught in a special by undyne or asgore she is definitely fawning with hearts in her eyes. Her own special would be "mad scientist" where she summons a giant robot to smash through the opponent. The second special would be a magical girl transformation which gives her a magic wand and a cute outfit for a damage boost. She can counter MTT's special by reflipping his switch (basically a QTE). In return Mettaton can hijack her special by stealing her wand (also a QTE, if either of them start the qte and fail they get blow back damage, but it's optional). He doesn't get any buffs, just looks cute.

Toriel and Asgore's attacks are like in game, ranged fire attacks, trident, etc. They totally have special interactions with each other though... the dialogue alone is cutting divorced parent energy. I think one of toriel's specials would change to something unique against asgore. If asgore won his winning line would be... like "does this mean we can be friends again?" Ajshskkfkfl

Frisk wouldn't have any dialogue options (mute) unless you selected the chara skin. But! They have unique interactions with every character combo. Their weapon is a stick for basic attacks. One special would be to SAVE, basically the first time it's set the health and special bars for both players is recorded. The next time the SAVE special is triggered frisk's and their opponent's stats change to what they were before (though Frisk's special is now depleted). Most characters will have a response dialogue implying de ja vu for this! The second special is dependant on opponent. For example, fighting asgore and triggering this special suppons toriel to glare (literal) daggers (fireballs) at him. Against undyne MK is summoned. This special is a combo breaker, either used to literally break a combo if frisk is getting cornered or to break an opponent's special. Frisk's specials don't cause damage but they can cancel momentum effectively.

MTT's special is 1: summoning burger pants to tag in and 2: flipping his switch.

I have more thoughts. But. It's is now morning and now longer night.

[swords-of-a-soilder]

Now I know undertale YouTube is a shit show filled with AI generated scripts and half baked conspiracy theory but one of the most L takes was that the fandom ruined sans because he's a meme

Which ok sure I can see where you're coming from, I don't agree but I get it!

But one of their arguments was "oh sans doesn't remember reset"

YES HE DOES, THAT'S LITERALLY CANNON!!

Okay maybe remember is a strong word but in his boss battle sans literally talks about how "we've been getting reports of universe fiiping left and right." whoever the fuck is included in that we aside it's proof sans is awear of the resets!!

Like out of all your arguments that's the most weak one because while you can make the argument he doesn't actually remember but rather is informed by the report that a reset has happened, that's still such a nitpick to be salty about.

And honestly its debatable he doesn't remember because there's the question of how can he tell exactly how many times you lost?

"oh he's just really good at reading faces" brother that's a stretch.. First of all that's never a thing sans anncounes like "oh I'm really good at reading faces" people just come to that conclusion because he mocks your lost by saying your face looks like the face of someone who lost [insert amount of times here] in a row

But that can just be an easy way to insult you because lord knows that strings worst than, "haha you already lost."

Like ok, maybe you can tell if someone died twice in a row from Just looking at them but odd numbers like 5 or 7 is so much more harder to tell and it makes a lot more sense that after a while he'll just stop counting.

Another thing how comes sans is the only one who knows your game stats (apart from flowely) how come sans knows when your cheating.

LIKE GUYS LISTEN I get frustration at the feeling a character is a little far from the source material but whenever people make this argument with undertale it always falls flat..

Sans is just as powerful as the fandom makes him out to be

Papyrus is annoyed by puns even if he makes a few he still dislikes them greatly

Mtt is flamboyant

Undyne is always looking for a fight

And WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT CHARA IS NOT A GOOD PERSON

Asriel literally tells you he didn't think they were a good person

"Oh but the player taught them how to kill!"

Why is killing the thing that awakens them??

The entire pacifist nor neutral route chara is no where to be seen, even after you do the pacifist route after they'll just kill everyone again.

Like you can like the character, I love chara but I'm so sick of the "chara being evil is a misrepresentation of the actual character!"

If you wanna give chara a more sad relatable story good on you, but getting anger at anything else.. ew.

The only character you could make this agurement with is Gaster but I don't even count him because WE KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IT.

Like stop I get some people have weird head Canons but if you're gonna complain about head Canons at least make sure it's not just a regular Canon.