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New chapter incoming!!

Sea Of Hope Chapter 8

Previous Next SOH Master Grandmaster

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

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

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

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

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

“Been busy.”

“AS WE’VE ALL.”

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

“Petty bastard.”

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

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

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

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

“Bastard never does anything fer free.”

“And Yet, He Has A Point.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Didn’t Rus call him a lord...?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One more breath.

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

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

If only it wasn’t so short.

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

“I’m dressed, my lord.”

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

“AS I EXPECTED.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure that's all ya were doin’?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Axe only laughed harder, closing the doors behind you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blessedly, he turned to wait for you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

It was frightening, alone in the dark.

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floofanflurr · 2 months ago

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With you having done a few underfell fics, I was wondering if you had any headcannons for underfell gaster specifically?

Since in your finding home series hes a big softy and I want to know if you see that extending to the fell universe

EHEHEH!!! Thank you for asking!!!! :D I freaking love asks.... So for your question! I tend to change up my headcanons depending on what story I'm writing, so I'll just answer this for How To: Gaster specifically, I suppose?

Underfell Gaster Headcanons:

He's not actually related to Sans or Papyrus at all.

He's a dickwad, and harsh, and spits insults and threats at anything that moves...

He also tosses bread and scraps to the skeleton orphans when he passes them on the streets simply because he doesn't need the trash anymore, okay?!

...He remembers a time when the world wasn't so cruel. When he would have taken in those skeleton children in a soulbeat.

He upends his garbage can over Sans's and Papyrus's head sometimes. (It's nobody's business if that trash can has some gold and a few papers advertising under the table jobs that need someone scrappy to work for them, and very little actual trash.)

(It's also nobody's business if he threatens said places that if a small skeleton shows up, they will hire him.)

As soon as Sans looks old enough to ditch his stripes, Gaster yoinks him off the streets and glares at him as he sets him in the lab. "WELL? GET TO WORK! I DON'T KEEP TRASH EMPLOYED."

(Sans is not, in fact, old enough to remove his stripes, but no one else needs to know that.)(Gaster knows.)(The entire lab knows.)

(None of them say anything.)

Those that work at the labs are off limits to other monsters. Everyone knows Gaster will be pissed if something happens to one of his employees or their families, because he despises inefficiency. And Gaster is not a monster to get on the bad side of.

No one mentions anything about the small area in Gaster's office that's set up with a few desks and education materials that are much too entry level for anyone that should be working at the lab—elementary school level, really.

No one mentions Papyrus showing up when Sans works.

Gaster will spit insults at Sans and Papyrus, but he also makes sure that if Sans is coming in in threadbare clothing, or the boys are looking a bit dim from lack of food, that Sans gets a raise. They live much better than orphans should, really. (It's still not enough. But it's as much as anyone can have in this fucked up reality)

Gaster is harsh to his employees, but he does still praise them in a standoffish way when they preform well. Positive reinforcement is scientifically proven to be important, after all. He's not particularly kind about his praise, and much of it is backhanded, but he still gives it.

He refuses to admit how much he loves that Sans pokes fun at him and teases him. And his heart certainly does not melt when Sans drags Papyrus in on their lunch break if Gaster hasn't stopped to eat yet. He's quite annoyed by how Sans won't leave until Gaster eats too, in fact. (He's not)

When Papyrus is a bit too bright and optimistic, a large part of Gaster wants to scream and clock him on the skull and hide him away because he's going to get himself killed.

He can't. Every time he'll meet Sans's sockets—too young, too tired, too jaded, and yet still not scolding his brother—and clam up. If anyone else in the lab tries to harass Papyrus or Sans, Gaster will simply yell and threaten them about something unrelated until they shut up.

(The lab is a haven of safety. The employees love Gaster for it. They also have a soft spot for the boys. In a way, they're a community, committing the treason of caring for these children instead of killing them.)

(They're harsh and sometimes cruel, but Gaster does not tolerate dust being spilled in his lab for any reason. Arguments must be taken outside. And really... none of them care to take those arguments outside.)

Gaster is thrilled by how intelligent both the boys are, and he can't really hide it. The children are brilliant, and Sans has moved onto graduate level texts while he's still young enough to be in stripes, technically. Papyrus isn't far behind.

Gaster is the only one Sans trusts to babysit Papyrus.

Gaster loves babysitting Papyrus. (even if none of them call it that)

Gaster starts to melt behind closed doors when it's simply him and the boys. His insults falter. His digs lack the barbs they once had. The praise softens and becomes more commonplace.

(Gaster is one of the reasons Papyrus learns kindness.)

Gaster starts to clean out his apartment and reevaluate if he has the space for three. He knows its dangerous—that being claimed by him would put a target on the children's heads... but he can protect them, can't he?

Perhaps. Just maybe. There's a possibility. That Gaster is planning on asking Sans and Papyrus if they want a place to stay—with him.

...But you know how the story goes from here, I imagine. Just when he's trying to gather himself to ask, he falls into the CORE.

And he shatters.

Sorry boys, better luck in another universe.

(...He's still watching over them.)

#asks #SORRY FOR THE LONG RAMBLE HOLY CRAP THATS A LOT OF WORDS #THATS PROBABLY WAY MORE THAN YOU WANTED OOPS #(also i am working on ur other ask too! But i need to go through my bookmarks lol... and maybe read a few more fics too.)#(So that might take a bit)#How To:#Underfell #underfell gaster #underfell sans #underfell papyrus

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o-sunny-day · 3 months ago

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Writing Exercise time!!! Plus a doodle based on the scene!

Keep Reading for the writing since its kinda long for Tumblr, 508 words

Undyne can't really remember how or when this started, but it's how she's spent most of her free time these days. In a secluded cavern deep within Waterfall, the new-ish Empress of the Underground does her usual training, but in a much less sophisticated way than usual. And even then, she's hardly ever been sophisticated… This kind of “training”, she doesn't want anyone around for. But, there's still always a little bit of company whether she likes it or not. Sans.

Memories are a tad fuzzy around the time she started training, so naturally, memories are fuzzy around the time he started joining her.

“Joining” might be a strong word… watching? he also isn't really doing that either. His usual spot is the corner, his back against the wall that's to the left of Undyne. Eyes always closed, and in the same usual position. Legs out, head leaned back and to the side, and sitting at a less than comfortable distance away from Undyne's barrage of spears. Well, she's not forcing him to be here. He can do what he wants.

Her strained yells from giving so many speeches, always echo across the walls of the cavern, bouncing off stalactites. Adding on- the sound of barely restrained magic being released is deafening. All of her “attacks” lose any idea of “patterns” and “fairness” during these sessions. She doesn't know why it feels like it helps, but Undyne thinks it does

The vibration of the spears cracking the wall buzzes inside his skull in a comforting way, the shouting giving voice to a lot of subconsciously repressed feelings. All in all, the worst spot in the underground to take a nap. But it’s become a pretty enjoyable part of their routine, or at least for Sans it has. He hasn't asked Undyne about how she feels about him crashing her party, but she hasn't asked- er yelled at him to leave yet.

Sans doesn't really know, or remember why he decided to come to this area, or why he kept doing so after he found Undyne here. He supposed it just felt right. It's nice to not be alone and not have any obligation to talk about anything, or at all. If Undyne pretends Sans isnt even there, he doesn't mind. He, too, enjoys pretending he isn't anywhere sometimes.

As Sans heads out onto the beaten path, in the direction of the main walkway in Waterfall, he takes notice of, and is lowley amused- even sort of impressed by some of the echo flowers picking up on a few of Undyne's yells.

His head had started to ache in complaint at the assault to his metaphorical ears, so he checked out a bit earlier. Eventually reaching Snowdin, he walked right past his house. He wasn’t done laying around and doing nothing anywhere else yet.

Sans couldn't really remember how long it had been, or when Undyne had started walking to the side and a bit behind Sans, but it's how they spent a lot of their free time these days.

BACKGROUND: This is an idea I got while thinking about the Empress Undyne w Papyrus dead ending! Thinking about how Sans and Undyne would handle their own- and each other's grief. Their relationship is quite interesting in Undertale, its very much a mutual friend thing, but they also work so well as a trio. So what happens when that connection is ripped away from them? do they grow closer, or faaar apart? This piece is demonstrating what I think I'd be like….a weird version of growing closer. They don't talk… They both aren't one for talking about their feelings after all. They just are around each other way more often than usual.

#writing #critique is welcome :D #I wanna get better at writing #so excercise time!#undertale #undertale writing #undertale empress undyne ending #undertale nuetral endings #love me some undertale nuetral endings #love me some angst #love me trying to write well written angst #sans and undynes relationship needs to be studied

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howlsofbloodhounds · 3 months ago

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so, a bit of stupid question, but does killer have any other hallucinations beside frisk, chara n 2 other "sanses" (which r more of different personalities, if i understand this correctly)? "you can't run from the past" does show papyrus, but i'm unsure if this is hallucination n not just scene of him killing/leaving papyrus

it's hinted on in killer's interaction w/ dream... but idk- brain's not braining, sorry (´。＿。｀)

Yes, I’d say so. Rahafwabas does say he hears and sees everyone he’s killed, he mostly seems to see the others as shadowy figures that watch him or in one instance (as i recall) attempt to reach out and touch him.

This could’ve been a way to just show that Killer’s trying to run from the past but can’t, or a mix of both, however. Could’ve also been a representation of “the sins crawling on his back.”

There was also another drawing where hes surrounded by all these vaguely shaped shadow figures and clearly distressed, covering one of his eye sockets.

Rahafwabas said that sometimes they’re nice, and sometimes they’re mean.

In the Stage 4 comic, we can see he gets overwhelmed from hearing his victims’ voices in his head—screaming and yelling at him, alternating between calling him sans and killer, between begging him for their lives or screaming about how much they hate him. This could have been types of flashbacks however, instead of auditory hallucinations.

Chara’s visage seems to be the only one he actually sees and interacts with fully—having back and forth conversations with them in Stage 1 at least. Killer seems to believe they’re in his head, inside of him, and he always has that feeling like he’s being watched and monitored even when no one’s there.

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gaylordscooter · 2 months ago

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Moving in

“lemme get this straight, you already know what we’ve done, haven't you? i read your little journal.”

Blue shifted on his bed, trying to keep eye contact with Sans. “Well, yeah, but I wasn't writing about you three specifically.”

Sans looked disgusted but it wasn't at Blue. “there were others before us.”

Blue couldn't hide the guilt on his face.

“and you don't know where they are anymore. you wanted to help them too, huh?”

He really did. He was just too weak and scared back then, but now he's gotten used to talking to murderers. After all, one of his best friends is one.

It's important not to narrow them down to just that. Of course the idea initially sounds weird. Why would you ever want to show compassion to these guys? Blue formed an answer for that a long time ago.

When their story is scripted, was it really their fault?

He supposed offering a question as an answer wasn't the best thing, but his personal answer to that was “no”. At least, depending on how they act once they're out of their universe. As far as he's concerned, these three haven't caused any significant trouble after they’ve left their universes.

He didn't need all these justifications anyway. Personally, he didn't really care what they’ve done. He's here to help, that's what he does.

“i’m gonna pass on your offer,” he said. “besides, if you plan on helping dusk ‘n killer, you're gonna need your full attention on ‘em. i got papyrus, they got…each other, i guess, but that's doing more harm than good at the moment.” He grimaced.

“Right, okay,” Blue nodded. Sans’s reasoning was sound. He did have a support system opposed to the other two, and monitoring all three of them would probably be too much.

“y’know you might die trying to help them, right?” His tone sounded neutral, as if he was just stating a fact rather than trying to deter him.

“Well, yeah.” Everything he did came with a chance of death. It's a part of having only one HP.

But given everything he has survived, which included his universe literally shattering, he's stopped caring about those chances long ago.

“that's not gonna stop you at all?”

“I wouldn't be here right now if it would—OH SHIT!”

Sans flinched at the sudden increase in volume. “what?!”

Blue’s eyelights shrunk and he stood up from the bed. “Your eye!” he yelled as if that explained anything.

“what about my eye?”

“The other one. Your magic eye, doesn't that keep you alive?” Blue asked.

Sans was taken aback. He hasn't thought about that in a long while. For this guy to know about it…Just how much did this guy know?

And how did he get that information?

Sans decided to look at him like he was crazy rather than responding, which immediately made Blue look nervous.

“...is that not right?”

He sounded like a kid who got a question wrong on a test. As innocent as that sounded on paper, he didn't appreciate that the question in this instance was regarding a personal fact about himself. A personal fact not even Papyrus knew.

“alright,” he adjusted his posture on the stool to lean closer to him, “how do you know all this stuff about us?”

Just like he wanted, the gesture seemed to intimidate him. He sat up straight on his bed, but he didn't lean back as if showing weakness would make him lunge at the other.

Blue tugged on his scarf. “Okay, I know it sounds suspicious, but a friend of mine told me all about you guys.”

He narrowed his sockets, “a friend?”

“Oof, okay, you want the full explanation?”

The look on Sans’s face was enough to usher him to continue.

Blue sighed. “So the friend I’m talking about is Ink, you've seen him a few times.” He lowered his voice as he continued. “he kinda doesn't like me talking about him to other people, but you are entitled to a proper explanation. he kinda knows everything about the multiverse and sometimes he tells me about it.”

The whole thing sounded like complete bullshit, but with how Blue’s been acting this entire time he felt inclined to believe it. How else would he know? Stalking them? He isn't even from the same universe as them.

With that being said.

“and how the hell does ink get all this information?”

Blue cleared his throat, “uhhh. i’m not actually sure. he just kinda. Knows. Automatically. i can point at someone and he’ll be able to identify their universe and backstory immediately.”

It felt like there was something Blue wasn't telling him with how vague he was being. Internally he took note of how he used the word “backstory” to describe one's past. As if he were talking about people like they were characters.

Sans didn't think anyone should have as much knowledge as Ink. Bad things can come out of someone knowing all of the answers.

They might start digging for more mysteries, consequences be damned, just to satiate their curiosity.

But Blue’s concerns right now were elsewhere.

“So anyway, about your eye. An entity called Error destroyed your universe and displaced everyone to The Hub. So everything left, including your eye, is probably in his labyrinth right now.”

He proceeded to ramble on about “Error” and the labyrinth that resided in a place called the antivoid.

What Sans understood was that his eye was in a near-inaccessible place and could be destroyed the longer it stayed there. So really it isn't any different from it being in the queen’s possession.

Despite Blue’s long explanation that hardly anyone has been able to get something out of the labyrinth unscathed, he insisted he was going to get his eye out from that place. By himself.

Sans was not gonna let this guy just recklessly risk his life like that just to save his own.

“It's fine! I've been there before. I’m sure I can get it back safely with the right planning,” he insisted.

“because your plan to rescue that skeleton from that freak went so smoothly,” he retorted.

“sending you three wasn't my plan.”

“sending that army of whatever those things were was your plan, though.”

“They're called Blueberries and that wasn't my initial plan either!” Blue crossed his arms, “besides, it did get everyone out relatively safely even though I hardly had time to think of it.”

Those “blueberries” were a good distraction, he’ll give him that, but he still wasn't sure this guy would be able to pull off retrieving his eye from what was essentially described as a multiversal garbage dump—plan or not.

“hang on, why doesn't ink just get it instead? isn't he a lot more capable?”

Blue looked at him like he told him pigs could fly. “No,” he answered succinctly. “Anyway, I’ll probably get it back in a week. It shouldn't be destroyed by then.”

The “probably” and “shouldn't” was real comforting.

He went on to change the subject as if the topic at hand was casual small talk.

“So you wanted to move into a house with just you and your brother, right?”

After they had that talk he sent Dusk over to Blue. He was curious how his conversation would go with him, considering Dusk hardly talked. The only person he consistently spoke to at this point was Killer.

To be fair the only other people he could talk to was him and Nightmare. Of course he wasn't going to talk to Nightmare and he could just sign whenever he was with Sans. Maybe things will be different with more people around.

Yeah right.

Speaking of Killer, he was out like a light at the moment. Even after he ate and was healed by Dusk, he still felt sleepy enough to take a nap. He didn't know how exactly those flowers from Fresh worked, but he assumed they could leech off of a monster’s magic, which is why it would knock out a monster like Killer—he was used to having a lot of magic in his system. Suddenly losing a lot wasn't exactly fatal for him but it confuses the body.

Or something like that, he wasn't a biologist.

Dusk was pretty loopy too after their first encounter with Fresh, but he was loopy all the time so it was hard to tell there was a difference.

Those two…he wouldn't have guessed they'd end up the way they were now. From day one those two seemed to loathe each other. Every day he wondered if one of them would finally kill the other. The fights they had would tear up parts of the forest. He watched them, at first out of some sick curiosity, but later on it was to call an end to the fight whenever they got too carried away.

But then there was that night where Nightmare gave them a blunt, probably curious to see how it would go down.

Well, he sure hoped sparking a relationship between those two was what he wanted.

Even without the weed affecting him, that night was a trip. Two murderous self-loathing alternate versions of himself clinking teeth couldn't be topped by any hallucination.

Killer stirred, finally waking up. He was still incredibly groggy. He explained to him that they were talking to Blue to sort out their living situations.

Dusk came in through the hallway shortly after, acting fairly cold towards Killer as if he wasn't watching over him and waiting for him to wake up moments ago.

Sans had a hunch he talked about Killer with Blue.

The hunch turned out to be right as he had a little chat with Dusk. They were going to live apart. That was good. Spending some time apart could make them less clingy to each other.

But the conversation between the two proved that being apart was gonna be harder than Dusk thought it would be. He retreated to the hallway where Blue apparently was standing too.

He was either eavesdropping or was on his way to the living room before he heard the arguing start.

He was generous enough to think it was the latter.

Blue looked back to his room, probably debating whether or not to go back.

And then they heard Dusk shout that he loves Killer. The two winced. Sans even heard Blue shout-whisper a “WHY would he say that now?”

Too stunned to even move, the conversation was over before they knew it.

The silence was incredibly loud.

Blue gave Sans an uncertain look, straightened himself out, and finally walked down the hall.

Despite the silent tension between Killer and Dusk, Blue managed to act like everything was normal.

Even though he was the only one that was talking at this point.

Moments later, Ink dropped by to take them to the Hub. Sans spared a glare at him, which he did not miss. He said nothing, but childishly stuck his tongue out at him. Which was a thing some skeletons apparently had.

They dropped off Killer first. Sans grabbed him by his sleeve to lead him over to his room. He looked completely empty as he clung onto Dusk in a last-ditch effort to keep him here.

It was weird seeing the normally chatty skeleton look so dead.

Was this really the same monster that called his relationship with Dusk an “inside joke”?

He couldn't help but feel a little worried about him being alone.

Next, Blue took him and Dusk to their new homes. He had no idea how they were built so quickly—at least it seemed like it was newly built, he swore those houses weren't standing there before.

Their houses were right next to each other and were only about a block away from the hotel Killer was staying at. It was convenient, if those two wanted to keep in touch.

“cya around,” he told Dusk.

Dusk gave him a thumbs up in response as they parted ways.

When he entered his new home, he was surprised to see that Papyrus had already started settling in.

There were many open boxes on the carpet of the entry room, all but one empty.

“sup, bro.”

Papyrus looked so giddy with joy, it was nice to see him like this again. He paused his unpacking to waltz over to Sans. “SANS, ISN’T IT AMAZING? OUR VERY OWN HOUSE WITH POWER! THIS ISN’T HOW I EXPECTED OUR LIVES TO GO, BUT, I’M GLAD EVERYTHING TURNED OUT FINE.”

“yeah.” It was intimidating, how “normal” their life has suddenly become.

All the unspoken words and secrets clung to his back. He never planned on telling Papyrus, or anyone, about what he's done. There wasn't any reason to, not when they were just trying to survive.

But now, now he felt the sense that he was obligated to.

Even though the blood stains were washed off his bones and teeth, they were still crooked, and his eye sockets had sunken in ways only Sans’s should.

Granted, people wouldn't know that was because he ate human meat, but they'd still know he'd gone through a rough time.

He was so happy right now. There was no need to tell him right now. There's no rush.

He thought back to that encounter with a different Papyrus back at Nightmare's place.

“You hid what happened from your brother didn't you?”

He read him like a book, and it wasn't even his Papyrus. Would that mean Papyrus knew he was hiding something?

Back then he was too distracted by the fact he told everyone to start eating humans to even question anything about his injury.

He thought about how his eye was currently at even more risk than it initially was. He didn't really feel scared or worried about dying. A part of him might even accept it.

But if that's the case, why did he fight so hard to survive?

Why didn't he just give up back then? His life wasn't worth all the shit he's put everyone through.

Of course back then, all he thought about was the betrayal. He was blinded by his anger.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT, SANS?” Papyrus asked.

Sans didn't realize he was just standing there and glaring at nothing for a little while. He relaxed his face. “yeah, it's just, surreal that we're here right now.”

“HONESTLY I DIDN’T EXPECT TO BE IN A BRAND NEW AREA WITH A BRAND NEW HOUSE EITHER. IT’S PRETTY WEIRD!”

Something about the cadence of Papyrus’s voice was off when he said that. He looked happy, sure, but something about the sound of his voice felt forced.

“what about you?”

Papyrus closed his mouth and looked at him as if he didn't hear. While his hearing was pretty bad at this point, which is part of the reason he learned sign language, in a silent room like this he knew he definitely heard his question.

Still, he repeated his question, “how are you doing?”

Papyrus's happy demeanor cracked as he lowered his smile. “I’M NOT QUITE SURE…WHAT YOU MEAN BY THAT QUESTION. OF COURSE I’M DOING GREAT!” His smile returned but it felt fake.

“uh—”

“WE HAVE POWER, A COMFORTABLE HOME, WE’RE TOGETHER AGAIN AFTER YOU MYSTERIOUSLY WENT MISSING FOR A WHOLE YEAR. WHAT’S NOT TO BE HAPPY ABOUT?”

There was something in the tone of his voice that Sans had a hard time pinning down at first and then Papyrus continued.

“EVERYONE WHO SURVIVED IS SAFE NOW. WE HAVE FOOD THAT ISN’T HUMAN MEAT. AND THERE’S NEW FACES TO MEET!”

Papyrus leveled with Sans, kneeling down and grabbing his shoulders.

Sans swore his tired eye sockets looked at him with desperation. Desperation to just, go back to normal. To go back to being The Great Papyrus.

The Great Papyrus that didn't hunt any humans for food, that didn't get unnerved by his brother, that didn't get scared of Undyne.

The Great Papyrus that had hope for the future.

No, he still had hope. It was just. Hard. To hold onto it.

Especially when it felt more like denial at this point.

“Are you sure you're alright, Sans?” Papyrus asked, quieter this time.

He looked closer at Papyrus’s face. No, he imagined all that desperation. That smile wasn't plastic, it was real. Papyrus was doing fine—maybe not “great” like he said but that desperation to go back to normal wasn't Papyrus’s.

Sans sighed, “i’m getting there.”

Papyrus frowned. “Why do you do that?”

He blinked, “do what?”

“Ever since you've gotten back you act WEIRD when someone says your name.”

He does? “huh?”

“YEAH, AT FIRST YOU DIDN’T REALLY RESPOND AT ALL TO IT, BUT NOW YOU FLINCH.”

He knew he was pretty unresponsive at first whenever someone called his name. For a whole year he was referred to as “Horror”. He had to get used to being called Sans again, but he didn't realize he flinched now. Does he do that when Killer calls him Sans too? Does he notice?

The thought made him sick. Was he really so used to that demeaning name Nightmare gave him that he reacted weirdly to his real name?

His name is not Horror.

get that through your skull. that should be easy considering the hole in it.

He hasn't told Papyrus or the others much about where he's been for the past year. He didn't feel ready to. Then again, he never felt ready to explain anything.

Some things don't change.

Papyrus sighed, taking his silence as reluctance to answer. “WELL I’M GOING TO SET UP YOUR ROOM NOW. SOME OF YOUR STUFF IS STILL AT THE OTHER HOUSE. GO TALK TO TORIEL SHE HAS YOUR STUFF PACKED.”

“oh, uh. alright.” He said a quick bye as Papyrus turned around, picked up a box and went over to where his room apparently was. Only one floor in this house, that's gonna be weird to get used to.

Nightmare's castle was also weird to get used to, but like hell would he call that place a home.

Welp, he should go get his things now.

He left the house. He spared a glance at Dusk’s new house. It looked smaller than his. Maybe there were fewer rooms since only he lived there.

He could see that the lights were off through the windows. Maybe he was sleeping, or out.

He made his way over to the house Toriel was staying at.

When he first arrived there, it felt like everything went back to normal immediately. It was almost like he didn't leave at all, but that was a temporary front. They can't just ignore his disappearance and everything that happened in between.

Even though Sans wanted to.

As he walked over to the house, he noticed two monsters standing on the doorstep from a distance. As he got closer, he recognized the two as alternate versions of him and Papyrus.

They were holding baskets of vegetables. That, along with their clothing and hats, gave off the impression they were farmers.

He felt awkward as he walked up behind them and interrupted whatever this was.

Thankfully it was Toriel they were talking to and she noticed him immediately. “Greetings, Sans! You are here to pick up the rest of your things, I presume?”

“yup,” he said. He couldn't help but eye the two skeletons here.

They turned around to look at him the moment Toriel acknowledged him. He wasn't wearing a hat right now so his head injury was on clear display for them to gawk at. To their credit, they managed to keep their expressions the same, but he knew they were probably wincing internally.

“Oh, you have not met these two yet! They are the local farmers, they hand out baskets of their produce every week.”

Right after she said that, the shorter skeleton handed her the basket he was holding. “yup, and they're cultivated by yours truly,” he said.

The taller skeleton scoffed, “HARDLY! ALL YOU DO IS SIT OR STAND BY THE CROPS AND JUST WATCH THEM GROW.”

“i scare the crows away.”

“THERE AREN’T EVEN ANY CROWS THAT LIVE THERE!” he countered.

The shorter skeleton’s sockets curled up in amusement. “i’m doing a really good job then.”

His brother shouted a protest that he shrugged off, and then his eyelights were back on Sans. “anyway, the name’s sans, but you can just call me ‘suman’ to avoid confusion. and you can call the tall one ‘pompano’.”

“STOP TELLING PEOPLE TO CALL ME A TYPE OF FISH!”

“but it's your favorite fish.”

“Pompano” frowned and rolled his eye sockets. “THAT ISN’T EVEN TRUE. YOU JUST CHOSE THAT WORD BECAUSE IT STARTS WITH A ‘P’ AND HAS THE SAME AMOUNT OF SYLLABLES AS ‘PAPYRUS’.”

“oh yeah.” Suman paused for a moment. “so, you’ll probably be seeing us around from time to time today. we got a lotta deliveries to make.”

“OF COURSE, YOUR HOUSE IS INCLUDED TOO!” Pompano piped. He gave him a smile before he turned to his brother. “THAT’S ENOUGH DAWDLING FOR NOW. I WOULD LIKE TO BE HOME BEFORE THE SUN SETS BACK AT OUR PLACE. THE CHICKENS NEED THEIR BEDTIME STORY!”

“right, the chickens.”

“YES!”

“what about the cows, sheep, ducks—”

“OH THEY’LL BE FINE!”

“i’m just sensing some favoritism here.”

“PREPOSTEROUS.” Pompano already started walking away from the house.

Suman gave a quick wave to Toriel and Sans before following after him.

Toriel giggled as the two skeletons continued their banter in the distance. Then she looked back at Sans. “I apologize for the delay. I shall get the rest of your things now.” She turned around and walked back into her house.

Sans couldn't help but feel affected by seeing those two skeletons. He thought he was used to seeing alternate versions of himself and others by now but those two…they reminded him of how he used to be. How he and Papyrus used to be.

The teasing remarks. The light banter. The happiness they brought each other.

Of course Papyrus still brought him happiness, that was a given, but.

He doubted he made Papyrus happy.

Toriel returned a moment later, box in hand. She handed it over to him. “Your brother has already moved most of your stuff in, this should be the rest of it.”

The box was pretty small and light. What it held, he had no idea. Honestly, he was surprised he even had enough stuff for there to be box-fulls of it, and all of it was stuff Papyrus brought.

And they moved before Papyrus knew he was alive.

At this point he wouldn't be surprised if guilt killed him before his eye was destroyed.

He bid Toriel farewell and went back home. Again, he spared a glance to Dusk’s place before going to his house. The lights were still off but a basket of vegetables was left by the front door.

He sighed and entered his new house.

He saw Papyrus in the kitchen, stocking the fridge with vegetables. Those farmer brothers were fast, he didn't even see them walking away from the house.

“hey bro. got my stuff.”

He moved his head out of the fridge to look at him with a smile. “WONDERFUL! YOU CAN FINISH UP UNPACKING AND WE’LL FINALLY BE SETTLED IN.”

“sure thing.” He walked over to the living room where the doors to their rooms were located. Thankfully, Papyrus already had his “PAPYRUS ALLOWED” sign hung on his door so it was easy to figure out which room was his.

He entered his room. It was weird to think of it as his room when it looked so different from his old one (and the one at Nightmare's castle). The walls, like the rest of the house, were a light yellow, while the ground was composed of wooden floorboards.

There was a bed situated in one of the corners of the room. A proper bed for once, not just some mattress on the ground. The sheets and pillow case were a light green. Honestly, he wouldn't have minded if the room was just a plain white or beige. Maybe he’d prefer it, even, because it felt like the room itself was a “be happy” sign.

Or maybe he just wasn't used to a room looking so…homey.

He set the box down on a chair and opened it. He didn't know what would be in here, but he didn't expect it to be stuff from his lab. Immediately he reached out to the first thing he saw, his photo album.

Geez, he hasn't seen this in a long time. He lost the key to the lab awhile ago—he lost the key. How did they get this?!

Waving away the nostalgia the album gave him, he set it down and rushed out of his room.

The second he spotted Papyrus he spat out his question.

“papyrus, how did you get the stuff from the lab? we lost the key ages ago.”

Papyrus closed the fridge and turned around. “YOU DIDN’T LOSE THE KEY, YOU GAVE IT TO THE HUMAN.”

“human? which—why would i give it to a human?”

He scoffed, “WHEN YOU PRANKED THEM, REMEMBER? YOU HAD SECRET CODEWORDS AND EVERYTHING.”

Sans’s mind was drawing a blank. It took a few to realize which human he was even talking about. The one that killed Asgore and a lot of other monsters. The anomaly. That human.

The only reason he remembered them now was because Dusk mentioned them from time to time. It was funny. They used to be a huge problem in his life but now he could hardly remember what they looked like.

“how’d you get it back, then? they never came back.”

“WELL, INTERESTING STORY, ACTUALLY—”

“no way.” He was already narrowing his sockets.

“DO NOT MAKE PREMATURE ASSUMPTIONS!” He paused, waiting for him to respond.

He rolled his eye. “okay. i won’t.”

“THE HUMAN SHOWED BACK UP.”

He stared at Papyrus in stunned silence. That didn't make any sense. Why would they come back after that long?

“BUT NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, THEY LOOKED THE EXACT SAME?? THEY SHOULD’VE LOOKED DIFFERENT. HUMANS GROW OLDER, RIGHT? AND THEY DIDN’T EVEN STICK AROUND. THEY JUST HANDED ME THE KEY TO THE LAB AND TOOK YOUR PHONE BEFORE DISAPPEARING.”

“took my phone?” Sans’s sockets widened. “....”

Oh god no.

“that asshole can shapeshift?” he muttered under his breath.

He could impersonate people. He could be anyone at any time. How can he be sure he's not someone here?

Is this part of his torment too? Of course they weren't free from him; of course there was a catch. He should've known.

He's not safe here.

“SANS? WHAT’S WRONG?”

Papyrus’s hands were on his shoulders.

“i—” Sans pushed down his instinct to deflect. He sighed, “i need to tell you about where i’ve been this past year.”

#utmv fic #horror sans #killer sans #dust sans #blue(BSsans)#horror papyrus

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blessedshortcake · 4 months ago

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I had a dream Deltarune chapter 3 came out abd like 10 seconds after you started it we got the relevation that Papyrus IS the knight and also gaster. He had a blue/purple color scheme instead of the red one from UT and a more knight like armour. We "caught" him at the newest portal and he had a whole speech i cannot remember entirely, something about the violence committed against of all the universes Papyri (Papyri?? Papyruses??? Plural of Papyrus???)

But he then shape shifted into this other form mid convo because he was talking about like how "but here all of my pieces are complete, i am whole and i can show you my power, who/what papyrus really is" or something idk i woke up 5 mins ago and already forgetting

But he shape shifted and had this cropped jacket, an orange high ponytail that was always flailing in the wind and what looked like jeans? Idk. But importantly he had two small "cuts" going up on one side and down on the other from his eyesockets, and he had no nose

It wasnt as big as the gaster one, it was just like a beginning little chip, but it was visible enough to be intentional. He kept doing very big poses while fighting and i dont remember what his attacks consisted of but my god the physical visual stuck with me

Also in dream i was like "why does he have a ponytail now?" and after like 2 seconds i yelled "WAIT THE EYES HE IS GASTER HOLY SHIT ALL THE TUMBLR THEORIES WERE CORRECT"

Whack

#maybe i should sleep more to avoid dreams like these cuz wtf #undertale #deltarune #utdr #papyrus #papyrus deltarune #papyrus undertale #deltarune knight #papyrus knight #dreams #dream analysis #gaster #gaster deltarune

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battlemaiden13 · 9 months ago

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Man I just love filling your inbox-

How would our skeles react to their crush(but currently friend) being overly affectionate. Eg, saying “I love you” when doing goodbyes, or fake kissing them (leaning in close and just making the mwah sounds)

They know that this is normal behaviour for their crush as they do it with all their friends

And I love seeing you fill it, let’s go!

Sans -It throws him off a lot. He tends to deflect any nice words you say to him and just straight up ignores you saying you love him as it makes his soul hurt. He's pretty good at changing subjects and avoiding physical contact without hurting your feelings so you probably don’t even notice him doing it or if you do it's easy to chalk it up to being uncomfortable with physical contact as it does make his soul hurt.

Papyrus -Since you do it with all of your friends he doesn’t see anything unusual about it and even leans into it. Some things have him blushing but he recovers quickly as he reminds himself that you treat all your friends that way. Otherwise it doesn’t really affect him and he likes this aspect of your personality.

Red -He takes this and ups it by like 80%. Red has a knack for turning every sweet thing you say to him, every touch, or fake out into something dirty or like it can become very real very quickly. He’s doing it as a form of self sabotage. He doesn’t actually think he has a shot with you and taking your friendly affections to an extreme is a way he confirms, at least in his mind, you’d never like him back.

Edge - He’s conflicted about it. When you first started doing it he got flustered and would yell at you but after a while, and your continued persistence, broke him down from that. He likes it but it’s also a bitter moment when he sees you like that with his other friends too. He gets all quiet and irritated when he sees you interacting with others that way.

Blue -Matches your energy. You practically gave him the green light to do so ever since you started and Blue uses it all the time in order to be close or affectionate with you. You being his crush doesn’t really play a part in it as he can be just as affectionate with his friends if they are comfortable with it.

Orange -He leans into it. He tells you he loves you back, uses your affection to hold your hands and gives you hugs or just has you close by. He knows he’s being selfish and using your kind nature for his own wants but he doesn’t want to ruin your friendship by asking you out so he’s just going to keep pushing it until he goes too far or you ask him out.

Berry - It’s actually pretty difficult for him, he gets jealous when he watches you with your other friends. He’s not shy about it either and it’s easy for everyone to tell that he has a huge crush on you. His jealousy is the main thing that gets him to confess his feelings to you

Syrup -He loves it when you act this way towards him and soaks it up whenever he gets the opportunity but gets very jealous when you act that way around others, so much so that he may have to have a word with them about staying away from you. Syrup also sometimes forgets about the fake part of how you act and may accidentally pull you closer for a real kiss.

#Undertale #undertale Imagines #undertale sans #undertale papyrus #underfell #underfell papyrus #underfell sans #underswap #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #swapfell #swapfell sans #swapfell papyrus

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 11 months ago

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Omg they're ~~(wanted in at least 5 countries)~~ so silly I need the cheese ask with the other skellies pls

The main boys are here!

Horrorswap Sans - He scolds you for playing with food and starts eating the cheese anyway because he doesn't want to ruin it. But still, stop it!

Horrorswap Papyrus - He dramatically falls on the floor like a dying sea star, the cheese on his face. You killed him, congratulations.

Horrorfell Sans - He throws the cheese against the wall, hisses angrily, and then goes on all four to growl at the enemy. That's only when he realizes it's just cheese that he turns to you and starts to yell at you, asking if you think it's funny. Well. Yes, it is actually.

Horrorfell Papyrus - Are you proud of yourself? Throwing cheese at people who can't even walk to defend themselves. Shame on you. Shame on your cow. And shame on your face because as soon as you lower your guard, Chief slams the cheese back at you.

Outertale Sans - He dodges, mocking your terrible aim, knocks himself out against the ceiling, falls on the floor, and the cheese falls back on his face. Loser.

Outertale Papyrus - What are you? Five? He scolds you for showing a bad example to the children he's babysitting. Now go in timeout to think about what you just did. You regret nothing though.

Dancetale Sans - He ducks, does a back somersault, and shoots the cheese in the air like a pro footballer. The cheese somehow ends back in your face instead of his. Not fair.

Dancetale Papyrus - He screams, slaps the cheese on the floor, slips on the cheese, and falls on his back in an even louder scream. He then gives you an angry stare. You decide to retreat.

Dancefell Sans - He stays still :( He probably deserved this. He's a loser after all. He sits sadly on the floor with his cheese on his face and he stays there. What a drama queen, you swear.

Dancefell Papyrus - You thought it would be fun to do it while he's streaming. You didn't expect the Internet to turn this into a meme though. Poor Tango has his cheese face on every screen of the world for two whole months. He's mad at you lol.

Farmtale Sans - Uh oh. If there's something you don't want to insult, it's Sam's cows. And you just threw his baby's cheese at his face! How dare you! He starts a 10-minute speech about how hard it is to make cheese and how you're ruining his work with your pranks. You can stop chuckling honestly.

Farmtale Papyrus - He gives you a confused look, mildly panicked. Did he do something wrong? Are you angry at him? Why? He doesn't understand what's going on and he's not sure if he should laugh with you or hide or something.

Mafiatale Sans - He gives you an unamused stare, the cheese in his hand. You think you're really funny, uh? You're not going to laugh so much when he will mess with the water temperature while you're taking your shower tonight. But he will though.

Mafiatale Papyrus - Creeper keeps his natural poker face, not really caring about the cheese. He quickly discards it and returns to whatever he is doing. You're pretty sure you saw the shadow of a smile on his face but it's hard to tell, really. He's too good at being expressionless.

Mafiafell Sans - He tries to warn you, but you do it anyway. Suddenly, the leashes of the twenty dogs you were holding pulls forward, making you literally fly. The dogs all jump on Fang so they can have the cheese on his face. As for you, you're biting the dust... Quite literally.

Mafiafell Papyrus - Torpedo does the dramatic turnaround and asks silently who threw cheese behind his head. Because you have a survival instinct, you immediately points at Fang, who is sleeping peacefully at his desk. You feel bad when Torpedo starts to yell at his brother, flipping the desk over with everything on it. You decide it's maybe best to retreat because Fang is staring through your soul and you have a feeling you will pay for that.

Ink - He accidentally put his brush in the way, which opened a portal on an Undertale cheese AU where all characters are cheese. Ink is very excited and insists you two should go to try to eat Sans. You're not sure about this.

Error - He moved at the same time and now the cheese is in his eye socket. Error is rolling on the floor, screaming and glitching in agony, trying to get this thing out of there. Let's just say you better run fast and far away from him.

Disbelief Papyrus - He ducks instinctively. The cheese ends in Asgore's beard, who was just standing behind. You have a fun afternoon planned now, trying to save Asgore's beard without shaving it because the cheese is stuck in there. Delta is lecturing you while you're working.

Killer Sans - He hates cheese. He has the biggest gagging ever, throws the cheese away and runs to clean his face. He can't stand the smell, he swears he's going to grow himself a stomach to puke. You just found a mass destruction weapon randomly. Cool.

Dustale Sans - His brain completely stops working and he starts to stare at the emptiness. There's nothing in these eyes anymore. He stays there, frozen, and refuses to move before you get rid of the cheese.

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gabriel-xander · 3 months ago

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Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

36: Alright, Dude. What. The Flip.

♪────✿⁠(⁠✧◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕✧⁠)✿⁠────♪

When Gaster appeared in your dreams like this, he wasn’t exactly expecting a warm welcome or anything like that. Maybe a scream or a jump, something to spook you a lil’ as a little late-night trolling.

What Gaster wasn’t expecting was for you to immediately shout profanities at him.

He stands there awkwardly like the man-standing emoji.

🧍

All he can do is wait and twiddle his thumbs as you call him a beta bitch for the 17th time in 39 seconds. He almost wants to cry; why are you yelling at him? Is this really Sans’ type? Is this what the kids are into these days?

You stop pacing around in the endless void that is your subconsciousness. Putting your hands on your sassy hips, you look at him with an irritated and expectant look.

“Well?” You huff, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“…Are you done?” He asks.

You noticed that as he was talking, his hands (God, it’s so freaky. He does not have arms and his hands are not attached to his body. Seeing them with holes in the palms in person is a lot scarier than you thought it would be.) twitched upward, almost like he wanted to talk with them. You can somehow understand him now, but maybe he would feel better with some help?

Bringing your dominant hand up in a fist, you move it up and down in a nodding motion. “…Yes.”

“Thank you.”

He moves his left hand up to his mouth, palm facing his chin, then brings his hand outwards. The motion can be similar to blowing a kiss, but you know it’s sign for what he just said.

Looks like Gaster would much rather prefer speaking in Sign Language. That’s fine with you, you don’t mind having to do so for his comfort. It works out for you, too. Just because you can understand him now, that doesn’t get rid of this strange gibberish sound that seems to follow closely after his words.

Gaster continues to talk, and at the same time, he keeps using sign. “You should already know who I am.”

You snort, doing the same, “Yeah, that’s why I asked why are you here, not who you are.”

“…Oh.”

Nuh, God. This guy is so much like his son. A fucking dork.

Gaster is… not what you were expecting. His body is tall, probably over 7 feet tall. He’s almost lanky in stature, hunching over but you don’t think that’s of his own will. There are parts of him that are smokey and wispy, almost as if he’s incomplete (which you suppose he is…).

[ Despite being a tall bitch yourself, this guy still managed to be taller than you. / You’re considered to be average in height, so this man easily has height over you. / You’re already struggling in life being short, so imagine your horror when this monster is practically a fucking mountain compared to you. ]

His skull is not skeletal but the visual texture is similar to Sans’ and Papyrus’. Aka: bony as fuck. His right socket is normal and wide naturally, while his left eye is droopy in a forced-shut kind of way. The crack that starts on the tip of his head leading to his left socket is what forces it to be half-lidded.

His smile–his beautiful, baby boy smile–freaks you out the most.

He doesn’t have lips, no. But yet you can’t see the joints of his jaw the way you can with Sans and Papyrus. It’s almost like lips, but you know it’s not supposed to be.

Perks of being a monster, you suppose.

His drip is fucking immaculate though. A pearl-white turtle neck shirt that’s thick and hides his entire neck. Over that is a large black coat that closes low on his chest, dragging down to the floor hiding his legs and feet.

On top of all that, his voice is deep and silky. His tone is even and calming like he has it all figured out and everything will be okay.

Solid 8/10 in your opinion. You can see where Sans and Papyrus get their good looks from considering Gaster made them.

“Before we go any further,” Gaster clears his throat, “can you understand me just fine?”

“Oh, yeah,” You tilt your head, “How–How are you doing that?”

“I’ll answer your question another day when you are not about to shout profanities at me for the most minor of inconveniences.” He says with amusement.

…Okay, fine. You guess that’s fair considering what happened not even two minutes ago.

“Yes, I can understand you even though you’re speaking in Wing Dings. Using ASL is helping a lot, though.”

He chuckles at this, “How did you know to use sign language, if I may ask?”

You scrunch up your nose, “I remember the River Person mentioning a man who speaks in hands. Honestly, it was just a shot in the dark if sign language is what they meant.”

“Ah, I see. That’s right, isn’t it? You are aware this is a game,” Gaster smiles ominously. “That Undertale is a game.”

“…”

“Yeah, but…” You frown comically, “I’d rather not think too hard about it if that’s okay. Or what it means for me. Or what it means if it is a game, how I can possibly be here in the first place. Or what it means that this is all a game, how can I possibly be in different Au’s-”

“-Sorry, sorry. No need to spiral so casually. Let’s move on from that topic,” Gaster clears his throat again. You wonder if speaking might be too much for him. “That aside, how are you, [Y/n]? I know this must have been a long, tiring day for you.”

“Uh, yeahhh. I can’t lie, it’s been hella overwhelming.” You want to rub your cheek, but stop yourself since you are still signing as you speak, “I’m trying to push it down the best I can and not make a big deal out of it. I mean, I literally fucking jumped into an Au! How am I expected to just keep calm and act like this is nothing?!”

You continue your ranting, your hand movements getting messy as you begin to pace, “Oh, but I gotta keep my shit together whether I like it or not! One moment of complacency, and this Swap-Papyrus is gonna Divine Skeleton Death Blast us to next Friday! For some fucking reason, everyone’s got beef with poor baby Sans! I already gotta be this picture-perfect version of myself, that is sooo tiring, you know?!”

Gaster, that beta cuck, starts to laugh at you!

Another hand is summoned by him, identical to the other two he already had out. The hand is used to poorly cover his mouth to muffle his laughter. He’s not even trying, but you guess it’s just for show to appear polite.

Yeah, you’ll take it.

“It can be rather bothersome at first, yes. Though, you will soon get used to it, and possibly tired with it, too.”

You want to cross your arms. You already know that you cannot.

You even out your voice so you don't sound irritated, “It’s great to officially meet you, really. But I have to ask again, why are you here?”

Another hand appears; now a pair of hands are used to sign, and the other pair is used to straighten out his coat.

“Do you mean as of right now, or is the question deeper than that?”

“You know I mean more than just right now.”

The skeleton sighs, “I’ll be happy to explain it another time, but now is not it.” Before you can ask why, Gaster speaks again, “You will wake up from this extremely tired because of our conversation. Your body is asleep, but your mind is not. The longer you’re awake in this way, the less rest you’re actually getting.”

UGHHH! FINEEE!

“Okay, okay.” You sulk your shoulders dramatically. “I know how to be patient.”

“Do you really?”

“…”

Gaster chuckles, “My apologies.”

“…You’re not sorry.”

“I am not.”

Fucker.

“Okay, okay. Let’s focus,” You wave your hands then remember immediately you’re not supposed to do that. Damn, you need to get used to speaking ASL as you talk. “Is there a reason why you showed up now of all times? Please just tell me.”

“You’re quite straightforward. I like that.”

Slay.

“If it’s all the same to you,” Gaster begins to explain, “I’d rather not give you the answer right away. If I wanted this journey to be simple for you and Sans, then it would’ve been simple from the start.”

You deadpan.

“Don’t you youngsters enjoy adventure?” He asks genuinely.

You drawl out your words, “I meannn, I guuuess. But if the moral of the story really is “friendship was the answer all along…”

You trail off, and for good reason. Despite his simple face, Gaster looks rather sheepish and nervous.

“No…” You slowly shake your head, “Ain’t no fucking way…

“Do you remember how you told Sans earlier that you believe being honest with that version of Papyrus had worked out better for you?”

Bro.

“Dude, no way. So you’re saying we actually need to befriend these people?” You narrow your eyes, hand movements getting, admittedly, lazy, “I knew I was having a weird feeling about that the whole time! That was you, wasn’t it? That feeling was intentional.”

Gaster’s extra hands begin to rub each other out of nervousness. “I want Sans to make friends…”

…

Dude…

You’re so fucking done. This guy is a fucking dork-enormous.

You guess it’s cute that even in these circumstances, Gaster is like an anxious dad wanting to make sure his emo son isn’t emo for life. You’re guessing that it’s not actually necessary. Rather, Gaster will offer more help once you meet these “requirements”, similar to how he made the DJ work only until after you were honest with Sans.

Gaster continues when your defeated expression doesn’t change. “That is not all, of course. Please, allow me to explain some more to give you more background.”

You sigh and gesture for him to keep talking.

Clearing his throat, he asks, “How much… In regards to my past and how I became this way, how much do you know?”

“Ehhh…” You twist your face trying to think, “I know more than the average person, I think. You created the Core, and… the DT Extractor?”

The corner of his mouth twitches upwards, “Yes, that’s correct. Is there anything else you know?”

“You… “fell into your creation.” You put a hand to your chin, “According to Sans, you also created him and Papyrus. I know that you’re–were the Royal Scientist, too.”

“Yes, you are correct.” Gaster sighs heavily, body language and tone becoming exhausted, “When I created the Core, I made it with more than one purpose in mind. The first and main reason behind it being to provide magical electricity to the entire Underground.”

“It does more than that, of course. Because of the ozone being a byproduct of electrical power–Well, you’ve seen it before, right? That wolf who throws ice into the water–the ice reaches the Core to cool it off. Since the ice melts once it gets close to the Core, the ozone fuses with it and it becomes a source of ozonated water. This spreads throughout the Underground, infused with its natural magic. Because of that, it can clean clothes, sanitize food, and purify drinking water. Really, the Core is almost perfect.”

Gaster stops talking abruptly, looking at you with an almost embarrassed smile. You were patiently listening to him ramble on, nodding along with interest. He realizes that you probably barely understood anything he just said. (You didn’t understand shit, but it was endearing to listen to him regardless.)

“A-Anyway,” Gaster coughs weakly, “I thought at the time if I could extract raw power from the Core, perhaps with that power I can begin a new experiment that would allow me to research ways to naturally break the barrier without human souls.”

“I did not get very far, as you are aware of. I made a miscalculation and fell in. I could explain to you why it happened the way it did, but to be frank I am not patient enough to explain it in a way you’ll be able to easily understand. Just know that it resulted in my body being torn apart and destroyed on the spot. My soul was all that was left, yet that too was scattered across space and time.”

You don’t really know what to say to that. What can you possibly say? What words could you possibly give that would give any sort of comfort to someone as tragic as him?

“I…” You gnaw at your bottom lip, signing meekly, “I’m sorry that happened to you. It’s not my fault, I know I don’t need to apologize. But–you know what I mean.”

Fucking nailed that shit (you’re going to die of embarrassment).

Gaster smiles appreciatively and with amusement.

“For now,” He goes on to say, “all you need to know is that, yes, I waited for you to tell Sans about your knowledge of myself, and your knowledge of the Resets and Saves and whatnot. I waited only until then to turn on that machine myself. I believe you and Sans are calling it the DJ?”

You grin, “Great naming, right?”

“Indeed it is. Though if I may be honest, Sans is very much capable of doing all of this on his own. He doesn’t necessarily need your help in going to the different Alternative Universes and timelines.” Gaster shakes his head, “But I quite enjoy that you’ve made friends with him, and you’ve lifted his spirits a lot. I know Sans, and I know his way of thinking. If I made it so that you are “necessary” to be involved, Sans would believe it is intentional and allow it to happen.”

Ah, you think you get it now. Gaster used Sans’ belief that nothing (especially things involving Gaster) is a coincidence to make sure that Sans would keep you around for this adventure Gaster is putting you through. You think it’s really sweet, in a way. That even though you’re here to do something for the scientist, it’s ultimately for the betterment of his son as well.

…You wonder if you should mention to him that you’re… super friendly with Sans. Now probably isn’t the best time…

“You know, you weren’t far off the mark with that. Sans already thinks that you’re doing all this in this specific way on purpose,” You tell the monster, “It’s nice you’re looking out for him still.”

“And that is why I would ask you to keep this part a secret. If he knew that he doesn’t need to bring you along for future outings, I fear he would leave you behind.”

You nod, “I’m not a fan of lying, but… I guess I can make an exception for this. And… Yeah, okay. Despite all my bitching from earlier, I do like the adventure.”

Internally, Gaster is fucking stoked. So he was right! The youth does yearn for adventuring! That means he’s totally still hip with the kids!

“So, back on track!” Gaster claps his extra hands together, “I have been scattered across space and time, including the Alternative Universes and timelines. The original piece of me is still in our original universe, of course. But aside from that, the largest scattered piece of me is right here in… What did you call it before? Underswap?”

“Ahhh!” You nod eagerly in realization, “So that’s why you wanted us to come here first!”

“Yes, exactly!”

“And, that also means there are definitely other Au’s after this one that you want us to visit for the same reason! We’re finding these pieces of you and we’re putting you back together?”

Look at you, you smart fucking cookie!

“Right, again. What you did today, the way you will eventually find this piece of me, this is what you will need to do as well in the other Alternate Universes.”

Gaster uses one free hand to rub his chin in thought, the other hanging in the air, “Admittedly, the location of each piece will be different each time. Moreover, the effect of my fragments will have different effects as well. This one just so happened to cause a disturbance in the magic that affects the monster's emotional and cognitive health. Unfortunately, this is something I genuinely have no control over.”

You cross your arms and look down, “How do we even find your fragment? I mean, what does it even look like?”

“All of my fragments will look vaguely soul-like. I believe you will know what it is once you find it. As to where and how to find it exactly, not even I am 100% certain.” Gaster grins teasingly, “Well, no. That is a lie. But I’m confident you will be able to find it yourselves.”

You deadpan. Again.

This motherfucker.

Are you supposed to love or hate this guy? Or both?

“Now that you’re informed of all this, I will allow Sans’ device to work again. I believe that will also be what helps locate my fragment.”

“Wai-wai-wait. You made it stop working on purpose… just because you wanted to prolong our stay… just so you could talk to me tonight and tell me all of this? Just so I can make sure Sans makes friends before we finish the job?”

“Yes.”

…

DUDE.

You don’t even know what to say. What do you even say to that? How should you feel about this shit?

You groan and hide your face in your hands, “Why can’t bitches just tell me the answer? Why do people gotta make things harder and make us solve puzzles and shit?”

Gaster hides his mouth behind his hand, hunching his shoulders in a silent, mocking laugh.

Brother really said teehee.

Is this where Papyrus got his love for japes and puzzles and crap? Both he and Sans are rather cheeky, too. Motherfucker really is their dad.

You roll your eyes. You realized just now that you stopped using sign language a while ago. You feel guilty and hastily move your hands again before asking your next question.

“You know I have to tell Sans all of this–most of this when I wake up, right?” You frown, “I did promise him that I would whenever you are involved.”

“Yes, I know. I did this with that in mind, after all.” Gaster then smirks smugly. Somehow. “Tell Sans I said hello, yes? And congratulations on the relationship.”

“…”

“…Okay, I will.” You say casually, “Wait! Wh-What about the Swaps? I mean, if they know why we’re here and how we got here… Sans was saying how they might make him fix their machine, too.”

“I don’t think so,” He says quickly and confidently, “Once the Swap-Papyrus realizes exactly what is going on, I have a strong suspicion that he will most likely be eager to have you leave as soon as possible. In terms of the timeline, this is way before your swap version would “canonically” show up. During this time, if we were to mirror our Sans, this Swap-Papyrus will be too nihilistic and pessimistic to want anything to do with these things.”

Gawdamn, bro is roasting Sans and Swap-Papyrus in one go. This Sans slander must be stopped.

“Oh? So, there is time travel technically involved in all this?” You ask worriedly. “Is-Is that safe?”

“…”

“???”

“Ehh, you worry too much.”

You’re going to cry. This is karma for cussing him out, isn’t it?

“If I am being honest with you, it is not wise. But, it certainly won’t be harmful to you,” Gaster waves a dismissive hand, carrying the attitude of a confident scientist who isn’t aware his hubris will be the death of him. “Unless I suddenly and explicitly tell you otherwise, you shouldn’t worry.”

Wait a damn fucking minute!

“Don’t–Wait!” You frantically wave your hands, “Doesn’t this mean we might possibly visit an Au where I’m already there?!”

Gaster fucking giggles at you! He fucking giggles! What the fuck!!

“Until next time, [Y/n].”

Then there is nothing.

…

There is nothing until you wake up in total exhaustion.

You are immediately aware of what you were dreaming about, and remember the conversation you had with clear memory.

Sans is still sleeping on you comfortably, but you are now awake filled with annoyance.

A quiet “Motherfucker…” tumbles out of your sleepy lips.

Why is everyone in the skeleton family such a tease…

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desertsanctuary-blog · 6 months ago

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How does Clover feel about all the main characters both before + after the Pacifist Ending? :)

(The main characters: Asgore, Toriel, Papyrus, Sans, Undyne, Alphys and Mettaton!)

Undyne has already been done, so here's the rest.

Before:

Toriel: Didn't really think about her much. Curious about why she never did more.

Papyrus: Martlet likes him so Clover likes him.

Sans: Clover enjoys his company but is suspicious of him.

Alphys: Doesn't like her because he knows she did SOMETHING terrible involving Kanako.

Mettaton: Hates him.

Asgore: After the first meeting, Clover began to pity the old king but still disliked him for his inability to take back the words he said all those years ago.

After:

Toriel: He finds her 'Greater Than Thou' attitude towards Asgore annoying.

Papyrus: Martlet likes him so Clover likes him. He also knows that if anyone is going to accidentally start a war, it will be Papyrus.

Sans: He still enjoys his company and has put aside most of his suspicions.

Alphys: He feels guilty for the way they treated her.

Mettaton: Hates him.

Asgore: They began to get along really well without extremists on both sides yelling over them. Clover testified at Asgore's trial at his request.

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splashsans · 5 months ago

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Who is Splash Sans? 🤔

Splash Sans is a Wanderer who is a really expressive and colorful character! He explores different AUs and draws on a sketchbook 24/7, drawing sketches of different Sanses and beautiful landscapes.

He is kind, caring, adventurous, childish, and many other traits. He has pretty much unlimited abilities as he does not just teleport to different AUs, he can also create objects, weapons, universes, code, use strings (as a weapon on something), and so much more, I ain't going to make a list.

He can be annoying as he could be childish at times and won't reveal a lot about himself but he will always be kind to you, even if you're rude to him, he'll just ignore you.

He has many many abilities to be a Protector or Destroyer but he prefers not to have any of those important roles as he does not want to have stress put into his "shoulders" like the rest of the Protectors and Destroyers deal with.

He usually hides himself from others, hiding his identity but it is possible to catch him as he sometimes forgets about his surroundings as he draws on his sketchbook.

He does not reveal his identity much because he does not want to deal with betrayal or being used like a tool as it's his biggest fear.

Splash Sans FANART: 🖼️

EVERYONE is allowed to make fanart as long as.....

• I get credit for making the Sans AU. :D

• and I get tagged to the fanart (I want to see everyone's fanart! 🥺)

I do not allow these things in the fanart...

No NSFW (Please DON'T!!!) 🤢

No Inappropriate content ❌

No copying others artwork 😔

No glore/blood (unless it's a small or reasonable amount) 🩸

No AI 🤖 (Yes, no AI, use your real talents!! 🙏)

Overall, please don't do anything bad with FANART 😅

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Splash's Backstory: 📜

Splash Sans' past is a WIP (Work in Progress) and has not been told fully.

Splash's Backstory: (WIP)

Splash wasn't always this colorful and cheerful Sans, he used to be something else. More mature, careful, and cautious. What changed?

Splash used to be a normal Sans, wearing a blue jacket and everything, living in his AU with his younger brother Papyrus, friends, and other monsters in the Underground. He got a master's degree in engineering and science, had a job as a Mechanical Engineer, and was secretly an Artist. Everyone pretty much knew him as he was known for his amazing inventions and creativity.

Splash would occasionally visit Grillby's when he had the time and order a good-tasting burger and honey mustard as his "drink."

One day, he was at his and his brother's house, drawing in his sketchbook as he lay down on his soft couch comfortably until he heard a loud sound coming from outside. He suddenly started to hear the sound of screaming outside. This brought up his anxiety and freaked him out, yearning for him to go outside...knowing very well that Papyrus was outside as well.

When he went outside, he saw hundreds of monsters trying to run away from the flames that were burning the town alive. Many monsters were on the ground, dead, turned into dust. He immediately tried to find Papyrus, calling out his brother's name, "PAPYRUS!" but nothing responded.

...As he ran all over the burning town, looking for Papyrus, he stopped in his tracks...

A hooded entity stood before him, the flames surrounding it. The entity wore a cloak, having the hood of the cloak cover its face. The entity just stared at him, not moving a single muscle. Before he could react, Papyrus showed up. Splash was relieved to see him but before he could yell out for him...Papyrus collapsed onto the ground.

Splash looked at Papyrus, a bone sticking out of Papyrus's cracked-open skull. He backed up in fear, horrified by what he just saw. His brother was dead. He watched as Papyrus turned into dust, disappearing for good.

The flames, the dust, the bloody snow...It terrified him. He looked at the entity again, scared of what it would do to him but the entity did nothing.

...The entity just continues to stare and stare with its red bright eyes, nothing more...

Tears ran down Splash's cheekbones as he looked at the entity and anger rose in him. He yelled, "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?! PLEASE STOP!"

Once again, the entity didn't respond. After what seemed like forever, the entity opened a portal with its bare hands, leading somewhere. Splash immediately tried to chase after it but before he could, the portal closed, the entity now gone.

Splash was left in his AU...Alone. Why did the entity spare him? Why did it kill everyone else but him? He was left with no answers, only leaving him with his own thoughts.

He thought to himself, walking around in circles at the lab in the Hot lands, wondering what to do now that pretty much everything is destroyed but then he got an idea. What if he could make a machine that could give the ability to recreate monsters. If he is able to create a machine like this, he'll be able to get his brother and everyone else back.

(I'll be working on the backstory throughout the weeks so there will be a lot of changes to the backstory!)

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vex-bittys · 6 months ago

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When Life Gives You Skeletons: Chapter 6: Sleepover 2: Skeleton Boogaloo

“THERE’S NO NEED TO CRY, HUMAN,” the skeleton monster named Papyrus tells you. You may not have realized that tears were streaming down your face, but being overwhelmed by positive emotions totally qualifies as a reason to cry. “IF YOU DISLIKE THE GIFTS, WE CAN GO TOGETHER AND EXCHANGE THEM.”

“I love the gifts,” you say quickly, not wanting to seem ungrateful. “I'm just emotionally overwhelmed and-”

Edge interrupts you. “THE HUMAN IS A BLUBBERING CRYBABY, PAPYRUS. GET USED TO IT.” The grumpy skeleton pushes past you, bumping Papyrus roughly on his way towards the kitchen. He drops the bag of toiletries onto the coffee table but takes the rest of the bags from the shopping trip with him. “I'LL PUT THE CLOTHING ITEMS IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM, BUT DON'T THINK FOR A SECOND THAT I'M GOING TO WASH YOUR CLOTHES FOR YOU!”

You did not think for a second that Edge would offer or in any way help you out with chores even under extreme duress, but instead of saying so, you call out a humble “okay” in the general direction of the kitchen. Nobody else seems to be surprised or offended by Edge’s behavior, so why should you be?

“I APOLOGIZE THAT I MUST DEPRIVE YOU OF MY ILLUSTRIOUS PRESENCE, DEAR HUMAN, BUT THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL BE PREPARING TONIGHT'S FAMILY MEAL!” Papyrus strikes a heroic pose, much like Blue had done last night, then spins off into the kitchen in the strangest way. Once again, you choose to ignore the odd behavior, this time in favor of shouting your name after the retreating skeleton monster.

“guess we're havin’ spaghetti t'night.” You turn to Red to ask him about his comment (after all, spaghetti is delicious), but you never get the chance because the voice of a very loud and most likely very angry someone begins yelling outside, and the sound is coming closer.

“that's our cue to leave, doll.” Red grabs your hand in one of his and snatches the bag off of the coffee table with the other, then he drags you up a flight of stairs just before the front door explodes open. You don't see the voice's owner, but as Red rushes you down a door-lined hallway and up another flight of stairs, you certainly hear him.

“-AND WHEN I FIND THE CAR-THIEVING CURMUDGEON, REST ASSURED THE CONSEQUENCES WILL BE SUITABLY DIRE,” the speaker threatens in a grating, deep shriek.

Red leads you down a short hallway on the third floor, pausing at an open doorway to listen. He probably wants to know if you're being followed, or maybe he's just trying to find out exactly what the promised “dire consequences” for grand theft auto and curmudgeonry will entail.

“You wouldn't happen to be the car-thieving curmudgeon, would you?” you ask innocently, though Red's reaction downstairs is answer enough.

“go easy on him,” a pleasant, low voice calls from beyond the door. “red’s not a bed guy.” You instantly identify the voice (and use of puns) as Sans, and when you push the door further open to reveal a skeleton monster laying on his side on a large bed with his skull propped up on one hand, you are not the least bit surprised. You are, however, ready to return fire (of puns).

“Oh sheet ! There's a skeleton in here!” Sans chuckles, and it's such a happy, contagious sound that you immediately catch a very severe case of secondhand giggles.

“doll, no,” Red scolds you gently, sounding exasperated already. Little does he know that his attitude practically guarantees more puns will be used. Sans does not disappoint.

“she seems a little shocked, Red. maybe you should-” Sans pauses, and that ever-present smile that adorns the faces of all skeletons, monsters or not, widens and tilts upwards at the corners ever so slightly. It is the universal expression of mischief. “- comforter .”

Red groans and clutches his chest as if Sans has struck a mortal blow with his wordplay. You decide to deal the coup de grace.

“I'm sorry, sir, but you're under… ar rest for utilizing the… pil low-hanging fruit of the joke world.” You somehow manage to deliver the joke deadpan, but when Sans cracks up, you dissolve into hearty laughter and collapse next to him on the bed.

Red makes a noise of disgust and throws his hands in the air, forgetting that he's holding a plastic bag full of heavy bottles and packages. Your earlier purchases swing forward and smack Red right in the face. He drops the bag, spilling toiletry items across the hardwood floors. Red rubs at his bruised cheek, and when you try to check him for injuries, he waves off your concern so you scramble off of the bed to gather up the scattered supplies before they leak their contents everywhere.

“Good thing none of these broke open.” You breathe a sigh of relief and stuff your shampoo and conditioner back into their crinkly plastic prison. “I'd feel so bad if we left a mess in your room.” You glance at Sans to see if the incident has upset him, but he's just chuckling again.

“it's not my room, kid. it's your room, and you can make a mess in here if you want to.” Oh. Oh, wow.

“yeah, my room's a disaster area, just how i like it,” Red brags. As he goes on to extoll the virtues of messy living spaces, you take a look around yours.

The best word to describe the… well, it's not actually a bedroom; it’s more of a suite. The best word to describe the suite would be beautiful, followed in a close second by breathtaking. The bedroom area contains dark wood floors, walls, and ceiling with white trim and furnishings decorated tastefully in sage green, salmon pink, and buttercream yellow. The floor to ceiling shelving along the far wall is bare, but some kind-hearted skeleton monster (you'd bet on Papyrus) has put a vase of fresh flowers on one of the nightstands. The other nightstand holds a lamp and a Bluetooth speaker with a built-in clock. It's a thoughtful touch.

Across from the sleeping area is a sitting area decorated in the same style. Huge sliding glass doors frame the sitting area with a spectacular view of an open air veranda and the forested slopes of Mount Ebbott. Living here is going to be like living in one of those luxury lodges for extremely rich people who shoot animals for bragging rights, minus the excessive amounts of money and the complete disregard for the sanctity of life.

On the bed itself is Sans the skeleton, who you now realize must be the source of the clothing you borrowed earlier because you're practically wearing the same outfit. The lounging monster is rocking pink slippers with socks, basketball shorts instead of track pants, a white t-shirt, and a blue hoodie identical to the one that you have on. Sans makes “I reached into my closet in the dark and put on whatever I grabbed first” look good; you make it look like you reached into your closet in the dark and put on whatever you grabbed first.

Red must have recovered from his traumatic encounter with your deodorant because he's watching you with that subtle sincere skeleton monster smile. “ya haven't even seen th’ bathroom yet, doll,” he teases, pointing to a closed door. You hurry over to check it out, chased by the sounds of two skeletons’ very similar-sounding low chuckles.

You think that you should pinch yourself to see if you're dreaming, but who would want to wake up from a dream like this? The bathroom is just as stunning as the rest of the house, maybe more so because it's your very own personal, private bathroom. You've always shared a bathroom with a roommate or with Gran, and it feels surprisingly decadent to have one all to yourself… especially this one.

The floors are tiled in natural rock in different shades of tan, brown, and gray, and the wall has loving crafted mosaic tile waves in shades of deep rich teal and dark cyan. Evening sunlight spills in through a skylight to illuminate the pale blue color of a summer sky above the tiled waves, and the large porcelain bathtub, sink, and toilet with their palest cream shower curtain and plush rugs are like clouds floating across a gorgeous beach paradise. A small arrangement of succulents on top of a linen cabinet adds to the tropical resort vibe. You even spot a pristine white bathrobe hanging on the back of the door.

You hear Sans's voice speaking from right behind you; he must've gotten off the bed while you perused the bathroom in slack-jawed wonderment. “papyrus did all of the tile work himself,” he informs you with secondhand pride.

“It’s amazing,” you breathe without bothering to turn around and face him. You can't tear your eyes away from the bathtub and its glorious array of water jets. You plan to live in that bathtub, no matter how prune-like your skin becomes.

“yeah, my bro is pretty awesome, isn't he?”

You agree wholeheartedly, but you definitely have a question about your sudden good fortune in living arrangements. “Why don't you or your cousins use this room? The view is spectacular.” You gesture at the sprawling vista of forest and mountains visible through the sliding glass doors.

Though you direct the question at Sans, Red decides to answer it.

“when ya spend as much time as we did under a mountain, ya don't want a constant reminder of it starin’ atcha through yer bedroom window.”

Red has never spoken to you in such a somber voice before, and you aren't sure how to respond. Melancholy silence never gets a chance to settle over the room because a certain artistically talented tile-laying skeleton thunders up the stairs, announcing the advent of dinner in his booming, boisterous voice.

With your three skeleton monster entourage in tow (although Papyrus is technically not “in tow” because he's leading the way), you head back down the stairs for dinner. Delicious aromas of fresh herbs, garlic, and tomatoes waft from the kitchen on currents of air warmed by the cooking process. Your mouth waters at the thought of a home-cooked meal despite your sandwich luncheon a scant few hours earlier. Bread, cheese, and cold cuts don't really compare to something made with time, effort, and care.

You enter the dining area off of the kitchen and find five skeletons seated around a massive wooden dining table. You recognize Edge and Blueberry, and the short skeleton practically tips over his chair leaping out of it to greet you.

“MAIDEN!” Blue grabs both of your hands in his and his namesake eyes are huge and round. “I HEARD WHAT HAPPENED! I'M SO SORRY YOU WENT THROUGH SOMETHING SO TERRIBLE!” You hear sincerity in every exuberant word.

“It’s okay, Blue,” you reassure him. “It’s over now, and as a bonus, I get to stay with my new friend, the Magnificent Blueberry.” Blue cheers. “Which reminds me, I need to go wash the clothes that my other skeleton friends bought me.” You gesture at Red, who is sinking into a chair next to his brother. Edge is busy having an inaudible conversation with another scarred skeleton- a short and sharp-toothed one with purple eyelights.

You duck into the kitchen, on your way to the laundry room, and spot Papyrus at the counter, scooping hearty servings of spaghetti onto plates. A baking sheet of homemade garlic bread dotted with green herbs sits steaming next to him, waiting its turn to be plated.

You call out to him: “Hey, Papyrus, as soon as I get my laundry going, I'll help you with those plates ok?”

“HUMAN,” Papyrus greets you even though you told him your name earlier. “YOUR NEW CLOTHES ARE ALREADY SORTED AND BEING LAUNDERED, BUT IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO HELP ME, COULD YOU CARRY A FEW OF THESE PLATES TO THE DINING TABLE?”

You shuffle over and transfer garlic bread segments onto some of the plates before picking up and nimbly balancing four plates on your hands and lower arms, a skill you learned during a stint of waitressing during college. Papyrus blinks at your carefully balanced load, impressed.

“WOWIE, HUMAN,” says the sweet skeleton, hands on either side of his face, his dark onyx eyelights sparkling in the depths of his sockets, “YOU SURE ARE GREAT AT BALANCING PLATES! I'VE OFTEN THOUGHT IT WOULD BE NICE TO HAVE EIGHT ARMS TO CARRY PLATES… OR EIGHT LEGS SO I COULD WEAR FOUR PAIRS OF HOTPANTS.” Papyrus pops his hip to the side and wiggles his coccyx at you. His tight shorts hug his bones nicely.

“I don't know if the world is ready for you in four pairs of hotpants, Papyrus,” you tell him with a smile, ferrying the warm plates of food to the skeletons waiting at the dining table. Papyrus trails behind you, carrying just two plates. You drop off your cargo in front of Sans, Red, Edge, and the short skeleton next to Edge whose name you haven't heard yet, then hurry back to the kitchen for the last two plates which end up in front of you and Papyrus.

Your butt barely introduces itself to your seat between Papyrus and Blue before the short skeleton with the purple eyelights makes a snarky remark at your expense.

“SO WE'RE JUST LETTING IN ANY RIFFRAFF OFF OF THE STREETS NOW?” His voice is deep, forceful, and as venomous as a king cobra, and he points at you with a fork full of perfectly twirled spaghetti.

You're not just going to sit there and take his verbal jab. Oh no. “Well, you're here, so I guess we are,” you say with obviously fake sweetness. The offensive question had left a shocked silence in its wake, and you drop your bomb of a response directly into that silence.

A second passes.

Another second passes.

Nobody moves. Nobody speaks.

A snort from Sans's general direction shatters the silence. Red pounds the table and guffaws. More laughter erupts around the table. Edge covers his mouth to hide his smile, but you see it anyway. The tension dissipates quickly, and everyone, including you, gets back to the task at hand: dinner.

You taste your first mouthful of pasta and sauce; the flavor is as heavenly as the aroma. Papyrus even grates some fresh parmesan onto your spaghetti with the type of grater that you've only seen in fancy restaurants. You savor your next few bites while studying the housemates that you haven't officially met yet.

Sans sits at the head of the table, and Papyrus is on his right-hand side. You come next, then Blue. On Blue's other side, a skeleton in an orange hoodie is slouched in his chair. He resembles Papyrus. He's tall with dark eyelights that only appear as a glimmer in his sockets. You watch him sneak something out of his pocket. It's a honey bear, and he pours some of its sweet, amber contents onto his plate of food. Blue scolds him.

Red shovels spaghetti into his mouth across from you. His brother is once again deep in conversation with the shorter scarred skeleton monster. Red must be their topic of conversation because he suddenly and loudly interjects.

“i didn’ steal the fucking car. i borrowed it without askin’!”

“THAT'S STEALING,” Edge informs him.

“i stole the fucking car then.” Red shrugs. “s'whatcha get fer double-parking it behind my chopper.”

“I LEFT AMPLE SPACE,” the purple-eyed skeleton argues hotly.

“bullshit!”

The purple-eyed skeleton drops his fork onto his plate and starts to push his chair back. Things are getting out of control, but Edge handles the situation before his brother and the other skeleton can start brawling at the dinner table.

“I WILL TAKE CARE OF THE SITUATION, BLACKBERRY.”

“SEE THAT YOU DO,” the skeleton with the purple eyelights, Blackberry, says in an officious tone of shout.

With the impending fight diffused, the tension once again fades away. You take a bite of your garlic bread, enjoying the buttery, garlicky goodness. You swallow that bite and allow your attention to wander to the last skeleton monster at the table. Two dark orange eyelights catch your eyes. How long has he been staring at you? You refuse to act guilty by lowering your eyes. If he wants to stare, you'll stare right back!

Your unblinking nemesis is another tall skeleton, but he's slouched in his chair as if he might slide out of it and onto the floor at any moment. This skeleton, like the other skeletons sitting across the table from you, has sharp teeth, including a gold fang. His angular facial features remind you a bit of Edge, though Edge doesn't strike you as the type of guy who would wear a jacket with fluff around the perimeter of the hood.

You give up on winning the staring contest because your poor dry eyeballs are screaming at you to blink. You suddenly find your plate of food to be extremely interesting to look at. You think you hear a dry chuckle from Mr. Fluffy Jacket, and you barely resist the urge to start the staring contest all over again. Instead, you decide to give credit where credit is due.

“Thanks for starting my laundry for me, Papyrus.” You stab your spaghetti and spin the fork to gather a hearty bite, not really expecting more than a mumbled “you're welcome.”

Papyrus does not mumble his reply, nor does he give that response.

“I DIDN'T START YOUR LAUNDRY, HUMAN,” Papyrus explains in his theatrical boom. “EDGE DID THAT.”

You glance at Edge across the table from you, and your words of gratitude stall in your throat. Edge gives you a defiant glare, daring you to utter a single word about your precious laundry. You remember how Red had reacted to being thanked and wonder if Edge has the same aversion to gratitude, but you also hate the thought of someone being kind to you without at least verbal recognition to show for it.

“Oh,” you say, knowing it's woefully inadequate. You search for different wording, a way to tell Edge that you appreciate what he did without making him uncomfortable. He saves you the trouble.

“THE CLOTHING ITEMS WERE IN THE WAY. I DIDN'T WANT TO WASTE TIME WAITING FOR YOU TO GET AROUND TO MOVING THEM YOURSELF.”

Edge’s speech makes perfect sense if you ignore the fact that he took the clothes to the laundry room himself and could've easily left them in any one of the available hampers you saw earlier. You decide not to point that out, or the fact that he had very pointedly declared that he would not be helping you with your laundry. In fact, you drop the matter entirely since Edge seems dead set on pretending he had acted out of simple convenience. The grumpy skeleton monster relaxes, and you know that you made the right decision.

Dinner continues. You listen to the ebb and flow of conversation like a tide of noise as conversations start or break up around the table. Minor squabbles begin and end to the clink and clatter of silverware on plates. Is this what family dinners are like? You wouldn't know because you only ever ate dinner with Gran. You think you could get used to the cozy white noise of it all, perhaps even enjoy it.

You manage to finish most of your meal in spite of your midday sandwich with Red. Things are definitely winding down for the evening, and a lull in the chatter gives you an opportunity to ask a question that's been on your mind.

“I thought Red mentioned that there are ten skeleton monsters living here?” You direct your inquiry at Sans since he isn't engaged in conversation currently (mostly because he just dropped a pasta pun that made Papyrus nearly apoplectic).

Sans shrugs and winks, thereby winning the award for least helpful answer ever given. You have a sudden urge to join Papyrus in his eye-popping, foot stomping fit. Sans basks in the glory of his two person infuriation streak when he notices your scowl.

Thankfully, in addition to being a skeleton monster, Papyrus is also a saint. He answers the question for his brother smoothly, and you wonder if this is just typical Sans behavior.

“AXE AND RUSTY AREN'T VERY SOCIAL, SO THEY DON'T USUALLY JOIN THE REST OF US FOR DINNER,” he explains. “THEY ARE-” Papyrus pauses to weigh his word choices. He completes his thought at the same time that two other voices add their own opinions to the end of his sentence:

“- SHY AROUND NEWCOMERS.” Papyrus.

“- psycho.” Red.

“- DAMAGED.” Blackberry.

You wait, but nobody corrects the less than flattering descriptions of the missing housemates. Your eyes travel from skeleton to skeleton, but every single one of them averts their eyelights, willing to look anywhere else to avoid your accusatory gaze. Beads of red sweat form on Red's skull, and you focus your scrutiny like a laser. The sweat beads multiply, and Red finally breaks.

“they went through some shit n’ it messed ‘em up,” Red reluctantly explains. “they have episodes sometimes n’ axe can be dangerous. jus’ don't wander ‘round here at night is all.” Well that's not at all terrifying.

“I'M ONE HUNDRED PERCENT CERTAIN THAT AXE AND RUSTY WOULDN'T HARM YOU ABOUT NINETY PERCENT OF THE TIME,” adds Papyrus. Somehow you are not reassured, and it gives you something to think about while dinner wraps up.

Blueberry scolds the hoodie-wearing skeleton next to him for falling asleep in the remains of his sauce. Edge lectures Red about grand theft auto. Sans sports a shit-eating grin after making another successful brother-irritating pun, and the skeleton with the dark orange eyelights has resumed his staring. Blackberry’s eyelights are locked on the fork in his hand, turning it to and fro to catch the glimmer of the overhead lights. Occasionally he utters a few muted words to Mr. Stares-a-Lot.

You hear Sans accuse Papyrus of laughing at his puns. “I AM, AND I HATE IT,” Papyrus cries, then stands up and starts gathering empty plates from around the table. You rise to help him though he insists that it isn't necessary.

Blueberry gives you that genuine skeleton smile of his and lifts his brother’s sauce-spattered skull off of his plate. You take both plates and stack them with yours, but before you can move on to collect more dishes, a bony hand grips your wrist. The hoodie-wearing skeleton regards you with narrowed sockets, and the red sauce on his face resembles blood. Creepy.

“don't try to play games with us,” he warns in a low voice meant only for your ears. Also creepy.

“Not even Candy Land?” you ask with an exaggerated pout. Deflection is the better part of valor.

The skeleton monster's expression instantly relaxes. Without the tension in his facial bones, his round features exude a youthful, lackadaisical aura.

“i'll make an exception for candy land.” He winks at you and wipes spaghetti sauce off of his face with the sleeve of his hoodie. Blueberry goes right back to scolding him.

Your conversation only lasts for a minute, but Papyrus already has the rest of the plates and utensils in his hands. You follow him to the sink and adjacent dishwasher while the other skeletons disperse to places unknown. Papyrus scrapes the plates over a trash bin, and you give them a rinse before loading the dishwasher. Next, you both move on to packing up the leftovers.

Papyrus retrieves two large plastic containers from an overhead cupboard; you envy the ease with which tall people are able to reach things. The containers have “Axe” and “Rusty” printed neatly on them in permanent marker. You help Papyrus divide the rather large (in your opinion) portion of leftover spaghetti equally between the containers, but when you're done, Papyrus scoops some out of the “Axe” container and adds it to the “Rusty” one. The tall skeleton finds you some aluminum foil, and you wrap up the remaining pieces of garlic bread. Papyrus takes a marker out of a drawer and labels them.

“AXE AND RUSTY HAVE ISSUES SURROUNDING FOOD,” Papyrus tells you while you work, “SO MAKE SURE YOU WRITE YOUR NAME ON ANYTHING THAT YOU DON'T WANT THEM TO EAT.”

You open the fridge and make a space for the leftovers. Using the permanent marker, Papyrus points to your half-eaten sandwich from earlier. Accepting the offered writing utensil, you remove your lunch from the fridge and scrawl a quick note on it:

Axe and Rusty,

If you’re hungry, help yourselves to this sandwich.

You print your name on the bottom so that it's nice and legible, then put the uneaten sandwich half back in the fridge.

With the kitchen restored to its pre-dinner glory, there's only one task left to check off of your to-do list: folding your laundry! Someone else had the same idea though because when you slip into the laundry room, Blueberry is already there, adding a neatly folded shirt to a stack of clothing in a laundry basket. You recognize the items that Edge bought for you earlier as well as underwear and bras that you hope didn't make Blue feel uncomfortable to handle.

“ALMOST DONE HERE, MAIDEN,” Blueberry informs you. “I CAN CARRY THE BASKET UP TO THE ATTIC FOR YOU TOO!” Blue proceeds to flex despite a distinct lack of muscles.

“I'LL BRING THE GIFT BASKET,” Papyrus calls from behind you.

Thanks to the combined efforts of Edge, Papyrus, and Blueberry, not only did you not have to buy yourself new belongings, you also didn't have to wash, dry, fold, or even carry a single thing back up the two flights of stairs to your new bedroom. You have to admit that just going up and down all of those stairs day after day is going to be quite the workout for your leg muscles. You don't feel it yet, but you're pretty sure that your legs are going to ache tomorrow.

Blueberry holds the basket of your clothing while you arrange its contents in the chest of drawers in your room. There's plenty of space, but Edge also kind of went overboard replacing your destroyed wardrobe. Papyrus hums a jaunty little tune and places the gift basket items on the shelves in your bathroom. You and Blue join him, and in no time, the entire suite looks homey and lived-in.

The problem is that it still feels strange and unconnected to you. You stand in the center of the bedroom, trying to vibe with your new surroundings, but you can't rush familiarity.

“THE FIRST NIGHT IN A NEW PLACE IS ALWAYS A LITTLE UNSETTLING.” It's as if Blueberry can read your thoughts. He has a faraway look in his eyelights, and you notice Papyrus staring out at the hulking moonlit silhouette of the mountain. They must know better than anyone what it's like to have everything in your life change all at once.

“MAYBE WE COULD HAVE A SLEEPOVER DOWNSTAIRS TONIGHT WITH MOVIES AND POPCORN, AND YOU CAN ACCLIMATE TO YOUR NEW ENVIRONMENT TOMORROW.” Papyrus's suggestion makes you feel a bit like a new goldfish in one of those plastic bags from the pet store, floating in a new tank until you get used to the temperature of the water, but the idea of a sleepover does sound appealing. Movies, new friends, and hot buttery popcorn are definitely a great way to ease your transition to your new home.

Blueberry and Papyrus wait for your answer with bated breath (if that's even possible for monsters who don't possess lungs). You want to tell Papyrus that a sleepover is a brilliant idea, but a sound at your door steals the attention of everyone in the room.

Knock, knock.

“Come in,” you call out to the mystery knocker.

“aw, doll, yer s'pposed ta say ‘who's there?’” It’s Red, and he seems a bit surprised to find Blue and Papyrus standing there.

“Blue and Papyrus are here,” you tease him, “and we're all going to have a sleepover and movie marathon downstairs!” Blueberry and Papyrus cheer, but Red shuffles his sneakered feet for a moment before deciding to accept the implied invitation.

“guess i ain't got nothin’ better ta do.”

You emit a happy little “yay” and clap your hands in delight.

“I'LL MAKE THE POPCORN,” offers Papyrus, who then immediately dashes out of your room as if popcorn-making simply cannot wait one more second.

“I'LL SEE WHO ELSE WANTS TO JOIN US,” contributes Blue, leaving your room at a much more leisurely pace.

“c'mon doll, we can raid my blanket stash.” You grab the comforter and pillow off of your bed, then follow Red to the second floor. He shows you a closet overflowing with plush blankets and extra pillows. Each and every one of them smells faintly of cranberries. Red piles pillows and blankets into your waiting arms; you press your face into them and inhale deeply.

“ya like the smell of my blankets?” Red asks you playfully.

“Mmm, I sure do,” you tell him, wondering why he has such a huge(r than normal) grin on his face. He doesn't say anything else, just trots down the stairs to the living room with his own armload of blankets. You scurry after him.

Sans dozes in an armchair in the living room. Papyrus peeks out of the kitchen and lets you know that the popcorn is in progress. You and Red arrange pillows and blankets on every piece of available furniture in preparation for the sleepover, and the other skeletons begin to file in and find seats. Every single skeleton monster who was present for dinner shows up to join the sleepover.

By the time you prop up your pillows and arrange your blanket into a comfortable nest on one of the sofas, the other skeletons have helped themselves to the remaining blankets and pillows. A pillow and blanket have found their way to Sans though you didn't see him move. Red is on an opulent throne of bedding on the floor in front of your sofa, and the skeleton with the dark orange eyelights and the fluff-lined jacket drapes himself over the back of the sofa. Blackberry sits stiffly on the chair next to Sans without any sleepover supplies at all. Hoodie Guy, Blueberry, and Edge are occupying the other couch; Edge folds his arms grumpily across his chest while Blue practically bounces with excitement.

“Looks like the gang's all here.” It's just a flippant comment, but some of the skeleton monsters insist on explaining themselves lest you mistakenly think that they might attend a sleepover party in their own living room voluntarily.

“i told ya i didn’ have nothin’ better ta do,” Red defends himself.

Edge huffs. “I'M JUST HERE TO MAKE SURE MY BROTHER DOESN'T DO SOMETHING STUPID AND EMBARRASS ME.”

“i'm making sure the human doesn't try any funny business,” the hoodie-wearer contributes, but when you turn towards him, you see that he's wearing Groucho Marx glasses. When he’s sure you're looking right at him, he wiggles his bony brows, making the glasses bounce up and down comically.

You school your face to neutrality and pretend it's perfectly normal for a skeleton monster to have fuzzy black eyebrows, a plastic nose, and a mustache. “That's a lovely mustache you've grown since dinner,” you compliment him, barely managing to hold in your laughter.

“i picked my nose too.” Mr. Hoodie touches the fake plastic nose attached to his glasses. Blueberry shouts “BROTHER!” indignantly, and your composure disappears under a landslide of giggles.

Blackberry sighs and rubs his skull with his hands. “CONGRATULATIONS, STRETCH, YOU IMBECILE. YOU'VE STARTED THE HUMAN BRAYING.” You slowly shift your attention to Blackberry. Granted, he's a bit (ok, more than a bit) of an asshole, but at least now you know that Mr. Hoodie's name is Stretch. Stretch Hoodie, if you will.

“AND IN CASE ANYONE IS WONDERING,” Blackberry continues, “I AM HERE TO ENSURE THAT THE HUMAN DOESN'T STEAL OR BREAK ANYTHING.” Not only were you not wondering about Blackberry’s motives, you also kind of wish he would just find something else to do or somewhere else to be.

“Sorry, but I intend to do nothing except steal and break hearts all night long.” You resist the temptation to blow a raspberry at the rude skeleton… barely.

“stealin’ and breakin’ hearts sounds good to me.” Fluffy Hood, for lack of a better descriptive verb, oozes down the back of the couch and somehow ends up partially underneath you. It would be odd to describe a skeleton monster’s movements as boneless, yet this skeleton monster somehow manages it. Red scowls at him from the floor.

“BEHAVE, MUTT,” snaps Blackberry.

“yeah. behave, mutt,” echoes Red with a slight growl in his voice.

“Oh, no. Tell me your name isn't really Mutt.” You fake pleading with Mutt, but he just shrugs and winks, jostling you. “That's almost as bad as Edge!”

“WHAT?!” Edge is indignant, but Red howls with laughter.

At that moment, Papyrus enters the living room with a tray in his hands. The tray contains cups, a bottle of soda, a stack of small bowls, and the single largest bowl of freshly popped popcorn that you have ever seen. You could swim in that popcorn like a cartoon billionaire swimming in a vault of golden coins.

“THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS ARRIVED WITH PROVISIONS!” Papyrus places the tray on the central coffee table with a flourish, then flops down onto the couch next to you.

Sans cracks a single socket open and delivers a line: “At least they aren't amateur visions.”

Every single skeleton monster in the room reacts except for Blackberry, who coolly observes his housemates as they interact with each other and you.

Blueberry, Red, and Edge groan loudly at the pun, and Papyrus wails out a dramatic “NO!” Sans collapses over the armrest of the chair laughing while Stretch laughs so hard that his Groucho Marx glasses fall off. You accidentally snort while laughing which makes Mutt chuckle, a deep rumble that reverberates against you. Stretch is on his hands and patellae on the floor, pretending that he can't see well enough without his fake glasses (they don't even have lenses!) to find them. It's the very best kind of chaos.

Things finally settle down enough for a discussion to start over possible movie choices. Some movie titles, genres, and even favorite actors are brought up, but nobody can seem to agree on something to watch. You fill up a bowl with popcorn, letting the conversation lull you. You didn't expect to be hungry enough to eat anything else after practically licking your plate at dinner, but the popcorn tastes amazing.

“SINCE THE SLEEPOVER IS FOR MAIDEN, MAYBE SHE SHOULD CHOOSE THE MOVIES,” suggests Blue, and suddenly every eyelight in the room is trained on you.

You consider a few different options. “How about the newer King Kong and Godzilla movies?”

“ARE YOU SUGGESTING THAT WE WATCH SPECIESIST HUMAN PROPAGANDA?” Blackberry asks the question in a biting tone. You aren’t going to tolerate an accusation like that.

“Human monster movies represent human fears. In this case it's a fear of unstoppable natural forces and the consequences of nuclear radiation.”

“DON'T FORGET THAT THE HOLLOW EARTH THEORY, WHILE IT DOES SHOW A STARTLING PARALLEL TO MONSTER IMPRISONMENT IN THE UNDERGROUND, TRULY REPRESENTS HUMANS’ FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN AND THAT WHICH THEY CANNOT CONTROL.”

Blackberry smirks, and you narrow your eyes at him. That smug bastard knows all about the Monarch and Hollow Earth mythos! Blueberry is already queuing the movies in chronological order, so you ignore him and the recurring urge to blow a raspberry at him.

The movie marathon begins with the newest remake of King Kong. Nobody talks during the movie, and you wonder if this is the first time some of them have seen it. The first movie ends with a rousing discussion about how disappointed humans must have been at the relatively normal size of real monsters. You point out that you would much rather hang out with walking, talking skeletons than giant murder insects.

The second movie, the recent Godzilla reboot, plays, and everyone appears to be fully relaxed and enjoying the snacks and beverages. Mutt and Papyrus are both pleasantly warm. You find yourself resting your head on Mutt's shoulder and letting your feet and legs tangle with Papyrus's. For monsters made entirely of bone, they are surprisingly soft and comfortable to lean on.

A popcorn battle takes place during the movie thanks to the slow plot and Sans’s attempt to make a science-themed pun. Red throws a handful of popcorn at Sans. You bounce a piece of popcorn off of Red’s skull in retaliation on behalf of puns everywhere; he picks it up off of the floor and eats it. Stretch tries to throw a piece of popcorn at you, and you somehow catch it in your mouth. Soon, fistfuls of popcorn become airborne, though whether it’s to create a chaotic mess or to show off mad popcorn-catching skills really depends on the skeleton who is doing it.

Thankfully the plot of the third movie in tonight’s queue proves to be interesting enough to save the floor from sporting a crunchy carpet of popcorn kernels.

Halfway through Godzilla: King of Monsters, you begin to feel drowsy. You keep blinking to keep from falling asleep, but you doubt you'll be able to finish the marathon. A noise from the kitchen draws your attention. You spot a faint halo of light through the kitchen entryway, and you think it might be the interior light from the refrigerator. After a few moments, the light vanishes, dousing the kitchen in inky late night shadows once more. You smile to yourself, hoping that either Axe or Rusty accepted your food offering.

With that thought in your mind and the sound of the Alpha Wavelength from the television speakers in your ears, you finally drift off into dreamland.

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