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imtrashraccoon · 11 months ago

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Ooh could you perhaps write something for cross? Like an X reader? I haven't seen many of those- like- at all, and it's incredibly sad because the boy deserves love :c

Feel free to ignore this if you don't wanna do it <3

I'm so sorry for the wait, Anon! I didn't realize it had been almost a month since I received this! In my defense it took me like two weeks to figure out what I wanted to write in the first place. I hope this doesn't disappoint because it's way longer than I intended it to be...

A Gentle Soldier

Cross!Sans x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 4,875

You were simple person, just doing what you could to get by in the world. It wasn't an easy or comfortable life but you made the best of it.

After your father passed away, you were left with the cabin he'd built that had been your childhood home. It was a small one room building with a loft for sleeping and a fireplace set into one wall, which was especially nice in the Winter when the stone bricks it was built from radiated the heat throughout the entire cabin.

You kept a small vegetable and herb garden out back and regularly hunted or trapped animals for meat year round. You also preserved anything extra for the cold months when you might not be able to leave the cabin during bad storms for several days. Other than the occasional trip into the nearby village for rifle ammo and a few other things that you couldn't make yourself, you were self sufficient and almost never interacted with anyone.

Maybe one day you'd meet someone and start a family, but they'd have to be adaptable because you weren't about to just abandon the life you'd worked so hard to build for yourself. You liked to think that you were a reasonable sort but there were some things that you wouldn't compromise on. Moving back into the village was one of them, so unless you had no other options, you were going to hang on dearly to your little piece of paradise.

Today was a bit of a gloomy one, but despite the heavy rainfall the previous night, many dark clouds still remained overhead. There was a cool breeze as well, but you figured the inclement weather would hold off for a few hours at least, which was enough time to check your traps.

After putting on a thick coat for warmth and in case you were wrong about the rain, you shouldered a rucksack which held extra traps and some small tools. You also slung your father's hunting rifle over your shoulder, which while you didn't think you'd need it, there was always the possibility of running into a hungry bear or wolf this time of year. You were a decent shot, but hopefully if you did end up missing, the loud noise would be enough to scare them away.

While checking each of your traps, you thought it was strange how quiet the forest seemed today. Not even the occasional birdsong interrupted the silence and none of the traps had even been touched. That was disappointing, but you still had some meat you'd smoked previously and you had enough flour to make some bread so you wouldn't go hungry tonight at least.

You were on your way home again when you heard a loud noise.

It was like several trees had been knocked over or like a landslide had been triggered.

That wasn't something an animal could do.

You checked that your rifle was loaded but kept the safety on for now as you carefully made your way towards the strange noise. You only wanted to take a peek, just in case someone had gotten hurt. Although, it soon became apparent that whatever or whomever had caused the disturbance was still in the area and, as you drew closer, you began to hear people shouting as if they were in the middle of a fight.

You stopped at the crest of a hill and peered down into the little valley below.

There were at least four monsters below you, three of which were seemingly working together to attack the fourth. They all looked like skeleton monsters, however there were some anatomical differences between them and human skeletons. They were dressed completely different from both each other and from any monsters you'd ever seen before too.

The first was a skeleton whose outfit was rather intricate but it was also completely black and white. It was hard to describe with all the layers of clothing, but the basics of his outfit seemed to be a white parka with a fluffy hood, a narrow white cape with black edges, and a pair of black shorts with white stripes that were shaped like an X. He had twin bone daggers with hollow blades and even from here you could tell that he was quite experienced with them.

The second skeleton was wearing a metal chestplate, a light blue bandana tied around his neck with matching gloves and boots, and sturdy looking jeans. He kind of looked like a warrior from an RPG to you and the large maul he was wielding only solidified that thought in your mind.

The third skeleton was a bit shorter than the others and he seemingly flitted about like a leprechaun with what looked like a giant paintbrush. His outfit was mostly brown but some of the straps holding it together were bright yellow and green. He also had on a pair of fingerless gloves and sported a very long brown scarf that somehow didn't impede his movements at all.

Their outfit choices seemed to be representative of their personalities since you couldn't think of any other reason for the variety on display. The first struck you as the strong and silent type, with the second seeming like he was dependable, and the third looked almost carefree and yet also rather bubbly at the same time.

Their opponent though, just looking at him seemed to fill you with dread, and while you had limited experience with people, even you knew he was bad news.

He was several inches taller than the three, not counting the numerous black tentacles protruding from his back. His bones and clothing also seemed to be completely black, in such a way that gave him the appearance of having been dipped in ink, except it didn't seem to leave a mess everywhere. Speaking of clothing, while it was hard to differentiate where his bones ended and clothes began, his outfit looked like it consisted of a fancy overcoat and you could see that he was wearing a gold circlet and several rings on his phalanges. He seemed to only have one working eye socket, which had a piercing cyan eyelight, if the way he kept guarding his right side was any indication, but other than the uncountable number of tentacles, he didn't appear to have any weapons of his own, not that it seemed to be a problem for him.

You knew in your heart that you shouldn't be sticking around and risk being caught in the crossfire, but at the same time, you couldn't help but want to continue watching. It was almost mesmerizing with how fluid their movements were and even though each had their own techniques, they all seemed to work flawlessly together. Their opponent seemed frustrated in comparison and yet he was managing to hold his own against all three at once. You didn't know what the stakes were or how the fight had even started, but you couldn't help but silently cheer for the three skeletons to win.

The monochromatic skeleton was suddenly grabbed by a tendril and sent flying until he collided with a nearby tree. You watched in horror as his body slumped to the ground and when he didn't move for several long seconds, you felt the sickly feeling of dread beginning to pool in your stomach.

The other two skeletons were too busy to check on their compatriot and you could tell the nightmarish looking one would send each of them flying as well if they lost focus for even a second.

You had to see if he was hurt and how badly.

Not caring if you were seen anymore, you scrambled down the steep incline, scattering loose stones and dirt under your boots in a mini landslide as you did so. Somehow you didn't lose your footing but it certainly did slow you down.

Although, before you could reach the fallen skeleton, there was a flash of bright light and another one appeared by his side.

This skeleton was a bit taller than the others, but still shorter than the scary one, and you almost had to squint to even look at him. His presence almost seemed to warm up the immediate area and, rather confusingly, just seeing him made you feel calm and like you should be happy. Considering the situation, it also felt unnerving but you couldn't place exactly why that was.

Somehow, he was dressed even more fanciful than any of the others. Over a form fitting black body suit, he had a loose white outfit that kind of resembled a tunic with bright yellow accents. The best way to describe it was like he'd stepped out of an ancient Egyptian mural, only he was somehow more beautiful.

This new skeleton knelt down by the first and placed his gloved hands on his still crumpled form. A soft yellow glow flickered from between his fingers before the monochromatic skeleton's body jolted awake. The bright one then stood up and said something you didn't quite hear, which the other nodded in response to.

He summoned a gorgeous longbow with a string made of glowing blue energy. Then, he appeared to notch a similarly glowing arrow and turned as if to join the fight, before his gaze locked with your own.

You were completely awestruck and for a moment you found yourself lost in his golden eyelights. You felt like you should be overjoyed that he'd noticed you but the disinterested look on his skull quickly quelled those thoughts. He looked like he was about to say something to you, when a shout from the nightmarish skeleton interrupted him.

"Dream! So you've resorted to collecting pawns now?!" his voice thundered across the little valley.

The bright skeleton, whose name was apparently Dream, let out a tired sigh and turned to face the antagonizing one. "I'm tired of fighting, brother. So I'm here to finish this once and for all," he responded in a tone that, while much calmer, still held a certain level of venom and he'd notably ignored the accusations.

The two brothers practically leaped at each other and their resounding blows echoed throughout the surrounding area. Dream was far more agile than you'd expected and his arrows seemed to burst like a firecracker as they found their mark. His brother seemed to transform into a form that struck so much more fear into you than his first had, so much so that you couldn't bear to watch them any further.

"hey, are you alright?"

You startled and glanced to your left to find the monochromatic skeleton had hauled himself to his feet and apparently had also noticed you.

He looked rather banged up but fortunately didn't seem to have any broken bones or other obvious injuries. Although, there were several tears in his jacket, which you could now see was actually short sleeved and that he was wearing a long sleeved shirt underneath. The ends of his cape were also frayed but you could tell they were already like that before he'd been whipped into a tree.

However, the most striking details about him were his white eyelights, that almost seemed to have a soft purple glow at the center, and an old jagged red scar under his right eye socket. He seemed genuinely concerned about you too, which was a little odd since you were the one who'd originally been concerned about him.

"Yeah, I'm okay, I think..." you managed to respond.

His bonebrows knit together in a way that seemed to suggest that he didn't fully believe you. He didn't choose to press you further though and instead retrieved his daggers from the ground where he'd dropped them earlier.

"okay then, but you should probably try to get as far away from here as you can. as you can see, things get messy fast when these two meet."

"You don't need to tell me twice."

With one last glance to make sure you really were okay, he charged back into the fray again, leaving you to figure out how you were going to get back up the hill. The rain had left the already steep slope much softer than usual and even if you crawled up on your hands and knees, there was no way you'd make it without sliding back down.

Which meant you'd have to find another way.

While you were trying not to focus on the terrifying fight going on, you couldn't ignore it completely. Still, you did your best to make as little noise as possible and hoped that they were all too occupied to notice you.

Just as you'd found a place with decent looking handholds to haul yourself up, you heard someone shout a warning from behind you.

As you turned to see what was going on, your vision was engulfed in a bright blue light.

You heard something impact the rocks behind you.

Then you heard a crumbling sound and felt some small stones hit your head.

[...]

When you came to, you were lying on your back staring up at the grey sky. You could still hear fighting so you must've only been out for a few minutes. You started to sit up but a firm hand on your shoulder kept you from doing so.

"easy there." The monochromatic skeleton was leaning over you now and he still looked rather concerned. His pale eyelights flitted over your face looking for injuries before focusing on a spot just above your right temple.

Your head was throbbing in such a way that you knew you'd get a headache later and when you gingerly ran your fingers over your scalp, you discovered that you were bleeding. Whatever had knocked you out had apparently been sharp enough to give you what seemed to be a nasty cut.

As soon as you'd registered this, the skeleton quickly tore off a section from his cape and wrapped it around your head to serve as a makeshift bandage. He also applied a firm but gentle pressure in an attempt to stem the bleeding. You couldn't help but admire how calm he was as anyone else would probably be a little panicked in this situation. It was almost like he had done this many times before.

"What happened?" you finally asked.

His cool demeanor faltered for a moment to be replaced with a tight frown. "you were spotted by nightmare and he tried to grab you, but dream stopped him..."

You noticed his phalanges twitch as if he wanted to clench his fists before stopping himself and continuing to try to patch you up. Sensing that there was something else that he wasn't saying out loud, you tried to press him further.

"I'm grateful of course, but what's bothering you about it?"

"he was careless and if his aim had been off just a bit more, he could've actually hit you," he grumbled under his breath.

He closed his eyes and took a long-suffering breath. When he seemed to have calmed down some, he made eye contact with you again.

"are you alright otherwise? does anything else hurt?" he asked.

You took a second to flex each of your limbs, but other than a few aches that would probably just become bruises, you didn't seem to have any other injuries.

"No, I think I'm fine. A bit shaken up but that's pretty normal in these situations, right?"

He raised a bonebrow and was about to respond when a sound that sounded like a mix between a harsh hiss and a deep growl interrupted him. He whirled in the direction it had come from, simultaneously drawing his daggers that he must've sheathed earlier when he had stopped to help you.

Two shadows wielding battleaxes had seemingly appeared out of nowhere and they started advancing on the two of you. With the black armour they were wearing and the way they easily dwarfed everyone else on the battlefield, you knew these guys were bad news. Other than the glow of their cyan eyelights, they were entirely black and while it was hard to tell, save for their sharp teeth and claws, they also appeared to be skeletons.

Your rescuer didn't hesitate for a second before basically launching himself at them. When they responded to his assault by swinging their heavy weapons, you half expected him to get knocked back, but he ducked under one and sidestepped the other.

He moved so quickly that you could barely keep track of him with your eyes but it seemed that he was using his smaller stature to his advantage. He wasn't wearing heavy armour either which meant he could dodge pretty much every blow with relatively little effort.

In the blink of an eye, he sliced clean through one's torso and simultaneously beheaded the other.

The bodies of the shadowy skeletons seemed to flicker before dissolving into thin air.

He'd won!

"Wow..." you gasped. "I could tell you were good but I didn't know you were that good..."

He nodded and took a cursory glance around the area before letting himself relax again. He was breathing quite heavily after all that, but there was a small glimmer of relief in his pale eyelights when he looked back at you.

"thanks." He seemed to study you for a moment before approaching and holding out his hand. "do you think you can walk?"

"Yeah..." As he helped you to your feet, you felt your cheeks grow slightly warm and you were certain that you were blushing.

What was this day? You'd never seen any skeleton monsters before now and when one of them had showed this much concern for your well-being, you were reduced to nothing but a flustered mess, as if you were a grade schooler with a crush all of the sudden.

He held onto your hand for a few seconds longer than he probably should've but when he realized, he quickly dropped it like he'd been burned. Even though he looked away immediately afterwards, you thought you saw a soft purple glow flicker across his cheekbones.

In that moment, you were struck with the realization that he looked kinda cute. Unfortunately, he seemed a bit unsure of himself all of the sudden, despite how confident he'd been fighting moments prior. It was...rather endearing actually.

"Hey, um, thanks for stopping to help and...for just saving my life too."

He smiled and, while it was a small one, you could almost feel how genuinely glad he was. He let out a soft chuckle and fiddled with the wrapped handle of one of his daggers as that same purple glow coloured his zygomatic arch again.

"yeah...of course. i couldn't just ignore you, especially when you had no part in this," he muttered.

You introduced yourself before asking the one question that had been on your mind from the moment you had first seen him. "What's your name?"

He opened his mouth to answer when a bright light from the still ongoing battle grabbed your attention.

While his clothes had been slightly torn and dirtied, Dream stood tall with his bow drawn, ready to fire the notched golden arrow at his brother. He'd only been using blue energy arrows before, but this one seemed much more powerful, if the magic that was pouring from it like a hungry flame was any indication.

In contrast, Nightmare was in a combat ready position with his tentacles poised to strike. His clothing seemed relatively untouched, but the inky substance covering him had either served to protect him or at the very least hide any damage he'd incurred.

While both skeletons were breathing heavily, Nightmare definitely seemed like he was much more worn out than his brother. Which was probably why Dream had brought the others along in the first place now that you thought about it.

Time seemed to stand still as the golden skeleton let the arrow fly.

The world was instantly bathed in an explosion of light.

The nightmarish one let out an anguished scream and clutched his chest as he fell to his knees.

The edges of his form seemed to blur together and for a moment you wondered if he would disappear like the dark skeletons had earlier.

Then the ground suddenly erupted around the golden skeleton.

He was abruptly run through with several black tentacles.

Your hands flew to your mouth in shock as he collapsed as well.

The monochromatic skeleton next to you seemed frozen in shock but in the few seconds that he hesitated, the other two reached Dream first. They seem to briefly examine him before the one in blue gingerly picked up the injured skeleton.

The skeleton in brown swung his large paintbrush which summoned a swirling golden vortex in mid air.

"Cross! We have to go now!" the blue skeleton shouted.

That seemed to spur the skeleton by your side into action and he started to hurry towards them, but stopped himself and glanced back at you. He had a conflicted expression on his skull, as if he knew that he should go with his colleagues but he also looked like he didn't want to leave just yet.

"Cross? Is that your name?" you asked.

He nodded firmly, "yeah..."

"You should probably go with them. I'll be fine, okay?"

He hesitated for a moment longer before his skull took on a determined expression. "stay safe then," he said before sprinting across the valley to the others.

They disappeared into the portal and silence blanketed the forest once more and for the second time today, you shouldered your bag and rifle, neither of which seemed to have been damaged from the debris that had hit you.

Just before you climbed back up the hill, you glanced around the little valley. While a couple of trees had been knocked over, no lasting damage seemed to have been caused by the conflict. There wasn't even any bodies that you'd have to think about burying.

[...]

Time passed as it always did. Summer came and went without anything else out of the ordinary happening and you began preparing for Winter.

You couldn't stop thinking about the kind skeleton that had saved your life. His skills were impressive and you'd never met anyone who actually knew how to fight like he did since it really wasn't necessary nowadays. Oddly enough though, you began to realize that you also found him...handsome.

You'd never heard or met any other skeletons before him and you certainly hadn't since. Maybe they were very rare or maybe there just weren't any living in the area. Either way, it was probably because you'd never found actual skeletons scary. You never would've imagined actually being attracted to one though, monster or not.

You wished you could see him again.

But you didn't know where he was from or really anything else about him besides his name.

So you tried to it put out of your mind and focus on stockpiling food and fuel for Winter.

Today you were chopping up some firewood. You'd been doing a little at a time over the past few weeks so as to not overwork yourself and by now you'd managed to stockpile just about two month's worth. You estimated that you were probably almost halfway done but you wanted to be sure you had enough just in case.

Just as you cleaved yet another log in half, you heard someone approaching from the forest. With your trusty axe still in hand, you turned to see who or what was intruding on your little piece of rustic paradise.

To your shock, Cross was standing only a few paces away from you. He looked much the same as he did before, although his uniform had since been mended.

"uh, hey again," he said in a quiet tone of voice.

For a moment, you were tongue-tied but quickly tried to recover. "H-hey! Um, what...brings you out here in the middle of nowhere?"

A purple glow flickered across his cheekbones and he rubbed the back of his cerebral vertebrae. "i wanted...to come check on you..." he muttered. "i hope this doesn't sound weird, but i just had to see you again..."

You leaned your axe against the chopping block so as to not risk dropping it on your toes. Running a hand over your face, you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

"No, it's not weird. I was actually hoping we'd see each other again."

His eye sockets widened in surprise and his pale eyelights quickly scanned your face as if he didn't believe what he'd heard. After a few moments, he grinned, although his cheekbones were still flushed that beautiful purple which you thought was adorable.

"really? you don't mind that i just showed up? i mean, i would've called first but..." He glanced away from you as he trailed off.

"Well, I don't exactly get cell service out here so you couldn't have anyways," you responded with a chuckle.

Cross chuckled as well as he moved closer to you. "on another note, did you need any help here?" he asked as he motioned to the pile of wood.

"I think I'm done for now but if you don't mind, you could help me carry all this back to the cabin," you suggested and began to scoop up an armful.

He nodded and started to pick up what was left of the pile. You walked around to the front door and propped it open to make it easier to bring the firewood inside. By the time you'd unloaded your armful in the large stack you had been steadily building, Cross appeared in the doorway with a much larger armful of wood. He didn't seem to be struggling with the weight but he also didn't have a free hand to unload.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him and wondered how he'd even managed to pick up such a large amount in the first place. Still, you took pity on him and started taking off a couple of the pieces from the top of his armful.

"You didn't just bring all of the firewood in at once, did you?" you teased.

He smirked but shrugged his shoulders as his hands were still occupied. "well, it wouldn't make sense to go back and forth if we didn't have to, right?"

You shook your head and just continued helping him. He was right in a way. If he hadn't offered to help, you would've had to make probably a dozen trips, which would have been pretty tiring.

Your fingers brushed against his hand by accident and you quickly pulled back. Although, Cross didn't seem to notice your embarrassment and he finished stacking the remaining pieces of wood he had been holding.

Clearing your throat, you tried to distract yourself from what had just happened. "So, how are you doing?"

"i'm doing alright, i suppose," he hummed. "what about you? did your injuries heal properly?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I don't even think it left a scar but if it did, my hair covers everything anyways."

His expression turned into one of relief. "that's good, i'm really sorry that i had to leave abruptly like that."

"No, I completely understand!" You hesitated for a second before asking, "Was...Dream okay...?"

His eye sockets narrowed and he seemed to grow more serious for a moment. "yeah, he's fine."

"Oh, that's great to hear."

A bit of an awkward silence settled between both of you. Since he seemed like he wasn't going to expound on what had happened further, you decided to try to lighten the mood and motioned for him to sit down on the couch by the fireplace. He sat down gratefully but his posture seemed a bit stiff.

"Can I tell you something?"

He tilted his skull and gave you a curious look. "what's up?"

Rather than answer immediately, you reached over and placed your hand on his. He briefly glanced down but when he didn't pull away, you took that as a signal that he was okay with the contact for the time being.

"This sounds weird, but I haven't been able to get you out of my head for months."

One of his bonebrows twitched but his expression otherwise remained neutral.

You took a deep breath and continued. "Cross... I really like you."

He placed his other hand on top of yours and smiled. "well, that does sound weird...but i really like you too." His cheekbones flushed with purple as he spoke but he didn't look away from you this time.

You couldn't help but laugh. This conversation felt like it'd come straight from a fairytale and yet it was real. Your heart swelled with joy and while you were certain your cheeks had turned bright red, you couldn't care less right now.

Cross chuckled softly and, to your surprise, he reached over to wrap an arm around your shoulders. This brought you closer together but not uncomfortably so. Even like this, it seemed he was still being considerate of your feelings.

"does this mean i can come over again to see you?" he asked in a quiet voice.

You nodded vigorously, "For sure!"

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thewonderingbard · 1 year ago

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how do boys react to sick s/o? With like something that doesn’t make them SICK but mildly uncomfortable, like. Hmmm… pink eye, known for itchy-ness and eye gunk. Making it hard to even open your eyes when you wake up

-🌽 anon :-)

Currently watching Ninjago , Living life rn.

Sorry it took a bit 🌽 anon ;)

(I’ve personally never had pink eye or anything like that but a quick google search shall help)

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Undertale Sans -Vanilla

He is tries to help but he is not great at healing magic.So he goes to the doctors for S/O and gets the medicine S/O needs. As a skeleton he can’t really get pink eye so he just uses as an excuse to lay in bed with S/O.He tries to keep S/O’s mood up by telling jokes.He also keeps getting S/O water and snacks aswell.

Undertale Papyrus - Paps

Yeahhhh…S/O is not leaving that bed until he knows S/O is better.He is actually quite good at healing magic so he uses that quite often.He can’t stand seeing his S/O in pain.When he first saw S/O infected eyes , he and S/O we’re at the doctors in record time.Once given the medication and being told it’s not serious,only then will he calm down.He ,the ever generous skeleton,puts the eye drops in S/O’s eyes.

Underswap Sans - Blue

He first thought S/O had been crying and went to comfort S/O . Once S/O tells him it’s pink eye he surprisingly is not panicking.But now S/O is forced to rest on the sofa and eat Blue’s soup…(It tastes horrible).He is right on time when giving S/O medicine.Don’t let him do the eye drops or the liquid will end up in your eye brown for some reason.

Underswap Papyrus - Honey

“Awww,Poor little Bee…”

He feels so sad just for S/O . He like Vanilla gets all the medicine S/O need sand gives it to you aswell.He also hand feeds S/O and holds the bottle of water S/O drinks out of. He is doing every for his S/O.He is such a mother-hen when it come to people getting ill or sick. Honey is not the best at healing magic but he uses it on S/O if it stops their irritated eyes from hurting.

Underfell Sans - Red

He is super weirded out! How did your eyes get like that? Why do they look that way?Once all his questions are answered he takes S/O to the doctor to get checked out.Let me give you some advice NEVER accept Reds offers to make you food.You know one time he set the COFFEE MACHINE on fire.Anyway,he is not the best at healing magic so he makes Edge help s/o. He ,like Vanilla, uses this as an excuse to nap with S/O, not like he can get pink eyes when he has sockets.

Underfell Papyrus - Edge

One of the only time you see him worried is when S/O has an illness.He is surprisingly good a healing magic so he uses that on S/O’s eyes.He literally makes S/O sleep on the sofa instead of his room but he does sleep on the floor of the living room just so he knows S/O is safe.He is very organised when it comes to giving S/O medicine and eyes drops.He even goes out and runs errands for S/O.He may or may not give S/O’s work a very rude notice that S/O is ill and won’t be coming in.

Horrortale Sans - Seaweed

He is a bit confused when S/O tells him.How are your eyes pink?They are not normally pink are they?Once S/O tells him he really tries being helpful.But he can’t go out on his own so he can’t really get S/O medicine, he can only really go and get it if S/O is up to it or if his brother will take him.Other than that he stays by S/Os side constantly, asking if S/O is okay every 10 minutes and if S/O needs anything.

Horrortale Papyrus - Papaya

Oh no.If you thought Honey was a mother-hen get ready for Papaya because he becomes the ULTIMATE another hen.He instantly knew something was up with S/O it’s like a sixth sense.As some one who takes a lot of medicine himself and makes sure his brother takes his medics what makes you think he would forget about S/Os medicine and eye drop times. S/O need water?Here have 12 bottles .Hungry? Be ready you’re getting a feast. S/O warns him to not pull his back or hurt himself and gives S/O a death glare.

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This was fun to write!

I hope it’s alright!

Thank you for requesting - Morganna

#underfell #horrortale #undertale #underswap #undertale headcanons #sans x reader #undertale imagines #papyrus x reader

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velvetwyrme · 10 months ago

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I had a dream last night about transmasc fell paps and how much tougher he had to be to hide his pain and sadness from gender dysphoria so as to not appear weak and thus came off super mean to compensate… idk what to do with this but I know you love fell paps so uhh uhhhhhhhhh yea

🥺😭 oh MAN that's an interesting concept to explore!! Love me some trans headcanons <3

There are so many possibilities... does he pass as a guy? If not then how do people view him? (I would imagine it's... difficult to clock a skeleton as trans) OH,, maybe he hasn't even transitioned underground and he only allows himself to do that when he's on the surface since it's a safe place for him to explore his identity? Or perhaps it's not even societal pressure and more of pressure on himself- even in situations where you are accepted, dysphoria still exists...

There's so many interpretations of the various undergrounds, so there's infinite possibility... BUT now I'm just thinking about that happening in a multiversal setting- like. are the OTHER Papyri also transmasc,,,?

Because imagine Fell!Paps meeting his alternates and being bitter and jealous that the other Papyri seemingly got to be a guy from the get go. I mean, they are from alternate universes after all.

OH- WHAT IF THE OTHER PAPYRI ARE TRANS, BUT HE DOESN'T REALISE IN THE BEGINNING...

UT!Pap, is just like "I'VE ALWAYS BEEN A DUDE. THE DUDEST DUDE!" which Fell!Paps incorrectly takes to mean "cis", and then there's also Swap!Pap who just gives off "coolguy stoner energy" and his voice is raspier/deeper from smoking...

And- WAIT what if Swapfell!Pap hadn't figured his transness yet, and so when sees his alternates (all guys) something clicks for him but it just happens like...

Like "ohhhhhhhh... ok." where he just accepts it immediately ahfjfhdjfbjf and when he eventually introduces himself to the others his Sans just goes along with it and is like damn ig i have a brother now.

Anyway I got a little sidetracked but thank you for the ask :]! Many many possibilities!!!!!

#... it should be noted that while i have ny own gender fuckery going on. i am Not transmasc so please please tell me if ive overstepped or-#-said something untoward here u_u #inbox #velwy.txt #mindmortar #if underfell had a less accepting underground then transmasc uf!pap being defensive and agressive would also pair well with a-#ultra flirty womanizer uf!sans who is gay and ace. that man is posturing

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LaughterLand - Chapter 15: Affectionate

(story by Mod Secret, art by Mod Secret)

“Ah…. Ah-Ah-choo! Ah…choo!”

Two more weak sneezes burst out of Sans. They were no longer strong enough to push the cloud carriage along, which Sans was grateful for. The sensations of the Tickle Dust on his cheeks and inside his nose were finally starting to die down after what felt like about twenty minutes.

The Dust had also worn off on Papyrus’s back. It had gone away faster for him since he had been affected by it first. He gingerly rubbed Sans’s back as the exhausted skeleton let out another tiny sneeze.

“Ah…choo!”

It was so weak it could hardly even be called a sneeze. Sans fiercely rubbed at his nasal cavity. A cautious optimism starting to fill his chest as he was certain that he couldn’t feel anymore lingering tingles on his face or in his nose. He gave it a solid minute before he finally breathed out a steady sigh of relief.

“Are you alright, Sans?” Papyrus finally spoke.

While Sans was in the midst of his laughing-sneezing fit, the younger skeleton felt so useless not being able to help him. Even while still recovering from the Dust himself, Papyrus wanted so desperately to help give Sans the peace that his body was craving. But he could do little more than help his brother brush the dust from his cheeks and silently pray that the effects would wear off on their own, which thankfully they did.

“Y-Yeah,” Sans breathed, grateful to finally be able to take in a decent breath after so long. “Th-Thanks … Papyrus….”

Letting the fresh oxygen fill his body revealed a lot of sore spots, but it was also soothing in its own way. He took in several deep breaths, feeling each one heal him more than the last.

Papyrus offered Sans a weak smile, unable to hide the feelings of guilt in his eyes. Despite still blinking tears from his sockets, Sans noticed immediately.

"Bro…." His ragged voice was still wracked with heavy breathing. "You … okay...?"

Papyrus subtly shook his head as he glanced at the ground below them, unwilling to even try faking a smile anymore.

"Don't thank me, Sans…," he replied sadly. "I let you down."

"What?" Sans blinked in confusion, completely taken aback by his brother's response.

"Back there, when I tried to convince those fairies not to … eat us…," Papyrus explained glumly, hesitation filling his voice thinking back to that awful experience.

"Heh, it's hard coming up with an escape plan on the spot, isn't it?" Sans let out a weary chuckle. Despite his brother's attempt going horribly wrong, it was still endearing to watch him try and sell a cloud as a piece of food.

"It's just that…." Papyrus turned his sad eyes to look back into his brother's. "You're always coming up with plans on the spot, you're always trying to protect me. I guess … just this one time … I wanted to try and protect you."

"Aww, Papy…." Touched by his brother's words, Sans moved to put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He was halted as Papyrus turned away from him again.

"But it went wrong, it went unbelievably wrong!" Mild frustration colored Papyrus's tone as he continued. "I don't want you to feel like you have to be the only one who has to save us, Sans. I don't want to make you feel like…," he trailed off as his tone grew soft again, "...like you're not doing well enough as a big brother."

Sans hung next to his brother in silence, unsure of what to say to offer any sort of comfort. With his mind at a loss for words, he resumed placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder, hoping that it would be enough to soothe his worries.

“But…,” Papyrus continued, voice soft with a tone of sadness. “If I can’t save you either … or worse, you end up getting hurt because of me….” Papyrus glanced just behind his brother. Sans knew he was referring to when the fairies had gone after his worst spot, and he felt responsible for it.

“Hey,” Sans interrupted him gently. “It wasn’t your fault, Pap.”

Sans moved to look Papyrus in the eyes, but Papyrus turned back towards the ground, obviously not believing in what he was saying.

“You tried, and … I know that wasn’t easy for you, bro,” Sans offered.

“I’m sorry, Sans,” Papyrus repeated. “I know I was tough on you because of your half-baked strategies, I honestly thought that I could do better.” He lightly scoffed at himself. “But it really is a lot harder than I thought it would be, and….” He looked back at Sans sympathetically. “I know that you were just trying to help.”

“Well, I think you did pretty good just thinking on your feet like that,” Sans replied with a small smile. Papyrus responded with an unamused look that caused Sans to snicker under his breath.

“No, seriously!” Sans continued, his grin widening to lighten the mood. “I mean really selling it back there by trying to scarf down a moving cloud? Talk about committing!”

Papyrus tried to snort back a chuckle, but Sans could tell that he was starting to give in to his attempt to clear the air.

“Heh heh, yes that was … most unpleasant.” Papyrus started to smile, lightly shivering upon remembering the bitter cold that engulfed his teeth from that cloud. He turned back to Sans with a raised eyebrow.

“Well what about you?” he commented, recalling that Sans had also tried a new technique to get them out of danger. “I never thought I’d see YOU trying to make friends with anyone here.”

“Heh, I guess that proves that you’re a lot better at it than I am,” Sans chuckled. “But … at least I tried.” He took in another deep breath, the oxygen filling his system feeling more refreshing than ever. Especially knowing that he and Papyrus were finally on good terms again.

“You did,” Papyrus agreed. “I am proud of you, Sans, thank you for trying.”

“I’m proud of you too, Pap,” Sans replied warmly.

The two skeletons smiled and embraced with a hug. They held on longer than expected, finally grateful to have a real moment of peace and understanding after being pursued and attacked for what felt like an eternity. Once they let go, they both let their arms dangle down, watching the colorful landscape pass below them.

Although they had reconciled, they knew that they were far from being out of trouble. Deep feelings of concern overtook them again as they gazed down at the uncertain danger that was LaughterLand.

“So…,” Papyrus said after a steady breath. “How are we going to get out of this place?”

Sans carefully looked ahead and behind them, making sure no new adversaries were sneaking up on them. Thankfully they were still alone in the sky save for the passing clouds. Though Sans wasn’t entirely convinced that the clouds weren’t also planning an ambush at this point. He turned to Papyrus, his head shaking with doubt.

“I have no clue,” he admitted. “This thing is supposed to be carrying us out of here, but after that last little encounter … it’d be stupid to assume that we can just keep floating along without running into something else.”

“Yeah,” Papyrus sighed worriedly. “We were lucky enough to run into one single creature out of a hundred that doesn’t want to feast on our laughter. I doubt we’re going to get that lucky again. So … making friends is definitely out.”

“Yep,” Sans agreed. “I think it’s safe to assume that everything and everybody in this place just wants to t … tickle us.”

He hesitated upon saying that dreadful word. Even if it had happened to him a hundred times today, something about saying it out loud gave him a feeling of self-consciousness. Papyrus held back a snicker upon hearing Sans’s tone shift.

“You … don’t even like saying the word, do you?” he teased, a knowing grin growing on his face.

Sans felt a rush of warmth flooding into his cheeks. He blinked awkwardly, subconsciously trying to avoid eye contact with Papyrus. He silently hoped that he didn’t look as embarrassed as he felt. But according to the smirk he could feel radiating off of Papyrus, he wasn’t pulling it off like he had hoped.

“I, uh…,” Sans stammered, unsure of how to answer. He swallowed hard. “N-No, it’s fine,” he quickly lied, though even he was aware of how unconvincing he sounded.

“Oh, yeah?” Papyrus giggled, a mischievous grin decorating his face. “Then how come your face is turning bright blue?”

Sans instinctively reached behind him to pull his hood up over his face, forgetting that he no longer had his jacket wrapped around him. Growing increasingly more flustered, he physically turned away from Papyrus, refusing to look him in the eyes.

“Nah, you’re just imagining things bro.” He tried so hard to play it cool, unaware of just how much his blue blush was betraying him. “I think all of that t … tickling is starting to get to ya.”

He quietly cursed the hesitation that creeped back into his tone the second time. He never meant for it to sound so faltered, but it was as if his brain was subconsciously forbidding him to outright say it. As if saying it was an open invitation for whoever or whatever was nearby to attack him once again. He despised how vulnerable it made him feel, and Papyrus’s amused reaction was not helping him feel any better.

“Heh heh heh, I’m sorry, all that … WHAT is starting to get to me?” He smirked playfully.

“Hrnk!” Sans’s voice abruptly caught in his throat. He tried so hard to keep any more blush from spreading across his face. He shot Papyrus an unamused glare, his brother knew exactly what he was doing.

“Come on, bro,” Sans urged, trying to get him to drop it. Though he could feel a genuine excitement starting to build up within him as he observed his brother’s teasing grin.

“Whaaaat?” Papyrus asked, faking a tone of innocence. “If you can so confidently say it without blushing up a storm, then prove it.”

Papyrus faced Sans down, his arms crossed and a patronizing smile upon his face. Sans growled under his breath as he turned to look at his brother. He wanted so badly to look him right in the sockets and say it without any tone of hesitation or embarrassment. But it felt as though Papyrus were staring directly into his Soul with that knowing grin. Sans knew deep down in his non-existent gut that if he tried to say it, then he was in great danger of falling into a big blushing mess in front of his brother. He could feel his teeth start to tremble as his mind tried to force the word out without causing such a fuss.

“Can YOU say it?” he finally backpedaled, hoping that it would be enough to throw Papyrus off of his back. Papyrus’s smile dropped almost instantly. Sans noticed and continued on, feeling a small bit of his confidence returning.

“Can you say it without reacting?” Sans challenged.

For a moment, Papyrus’s glance tore away from Sans. He wasn’t yet blushing like the older skeleton, but it was clear that he didn’t want to answer right away. A smile started to form on Sans’s face, thinking that he managed to catch Papyrus off-guard — as well as get his own bony-butt out of trouble. However, it immediately dropped once Papyrus’s expression shifted to a calm demeanor.

“As a matter of fact, I can,” Papyrus replied bluntly.

Sans raised an eyebrow, examining Papyrus’s tone of voice and facial expression. He wasn’t buying it, Papyrus wasn’t even looking him in the eye. Sans was immediately convinced that his brother was bluffing, a grin formed upon deciding to call him out on it.

“Oh yeah?” he smirked. “Prove it.”

Papyrus’s eyes suddenly flew open, Sans’s grin grew wider. He knew it. Papyrus was just as susceptible to everything that cursed word implied as he was. But before he was able to rub it in his face, Papyrus suddenly looked at him with an expression of urgency.

Sans blinked in confusion before Papyrus motioned for him to come closer. They were already fairly close, being tied together at the hip. But Papyrus clearly wanted his brother to be close enough for him to whisper something in secret. The serious look in his eyes told Sans that the conversation involving the word had been dropped and Papyrus was now in serious mode. Sans cautiously moved the side of his face closer to Papyrus, almost afraid of what he had to say. His mind raced with the thought that perhaps Papyrus spotted another enemy closing in, or something worse. But as Sans came close enough for Papyrus to clearly whisper to him, he felt his brother smile again as the words came out of his mouth.

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!”

“Papyrus!!”

Blue warmth immediately overcame Sans’s face, he could feel it all the way up to his sockets and even across his forehead. Papyrus laughed loudly watching his brother uncomfortably squirm and cover his bright blue face with his hands. Sans desperately wished that he could hide his face, he longed for the comfort of his jacket. Though he knew it would do little to shield him from the embarrassment of being so effortlessly flustered by his brother.

“That is … so cheap, bro!” Sans lamented, trying to rub the blush from his cheeks.

“Nyah hahahahaha! Oh my god, Sans!” Papyrus cackled. He ignored the fact that his ribs were still sore from laughing so much, in favor of enjoying what he had just subjected his brother to.

“You should see the look on your face! Hahahaha!” he joked. More laughter spilling out as he heard Sans’s disgruntled groan.

The breeze blowing them along through the air helped Sans’s face cool down enough to recover. Though embarrassment still plagued him as he continued to be taunted by Papyrus’s laughter. He tried to glare back at him. But Sans’s frown melted upon seeing Papyrus’s genuine happiness, even if it was at his own expense. Still, being the playful big brother that he was, he knew that this teasing disrespect for his ‘big-brother authority’ could not go unpunished.

“Okay,” he retorted. “Let’s see how you like it.”

Papyrus’s amused giggling abruptly stopped. He glanced down at Sans, a mix of excitement and panic spread across his face. He knew that intimidating look in his brother’s eye, it meant he was in for it.

“Uh … that’s not necessary brother,” Papyrus replied nervously. The mischievous expression on Sans’s face made Papyrus look around in a panic. Though he was unsure why, it wasn’t like he could run anywhere.

“Really, I don’t think—”

He was cut off as Sans pulled him into a headlock. For a moment Papyrus froze in horror, his Soul thumped as the anticipation consumed him within a fraction of a second. He knew what was coming, so why didn’t he try to fight or scramble away? He whimpered as Sans pulled his head close enough to whisper into his ear.

“Tickle tickle tickle tiiiickle!!”

“EEK!!”

Much like Sans, the overwhelming orange blush flooded onto Papyrus’s face. He cringed with embarrassment, finally making a real effort to squirm away. Sans held tight to his brother’s locked position, moving his face away to laugh loudly at his reaction.

"Ha ha ha ha!! Gotcha bro!" Sans chuckled.

Although he felt Papyrus struggling to pull away from him, a warm smile spread across his face as he held tighter. Papyrus may have been trying to get loose, but Sans could tell by the look on his face that he was also having fun.

"Sahahahans!!" Papyrus giggled, confirming Sans's suspicions. "Let go of meeee!! Heh heh heh heh!!"

The brothers slightly rocked through the air as Papyrus's feet kicked wildly behind them. Sans wasn't sure what came over him, but he decided to up the ante in his big-brother shenanigans. He reached over to give his brother a well-deserved skull-noogie!

"Aaaahahahaha!!" Papyrus shrieked, pulling harder against Sans's grip. "That's so mehehean!! Let go!!"

Despite all of his fighting and kicking, Papyrus couldn't stop himself from laughing … and honestly neither could Sans. These moments of shared sibling japery, we're exactly what the two of them needed to help them overcome this nightmare.

Though a refreshing feeling of amusement had taken over them, even Papyrus was starting to feel the strain on his neck from Sans's tight grip. But he was laughing too hard to convey his feelings of discomfort. Not that Sans would have listened, Papyrus knew when his brother was having too much fun to quit.

In the moment, both skeletons had completely forgotten where they were and what they had been through. They were in a moment of absolute merriment and mirth, with the feelings of fear and uncertainty involving this land were steadily melting away. So Papyrus didn't think anything of it as he reached both of his hands up to promptly scribble all over Sans's ribs in an effort to get his brother to release him.

"Gitchy! Gitchy! Gitchy! Gitchy!" Papyrus screeched out a fleeting tease.

"AAH!! Ahahahaha!! Brohohoho!!"

Sans erupted into a short burst of giggles that followed a yelp of surprise. He imitated the sound of a whine as he chuckled out his brother's name, releasing him and hugging onto his ribs to rub the tingling sensation out.

The laughter between them died down faster than expected as both brothers turned to look at each other. Their expressions immediately drained of joy upon realizing what Papyrus had just done. The younger skeleton immediately put his hands up to his mouth, quickly offering Sans an apologetic look.

"I-I'm sorry, Sans!" he stammered. "I just … I got too carried away."

He hoped with all his might that he hadn't pushed his brother back into a dark place. Though on the inside, he was cursing himself for being so thoughtless. Who cares if they were merely roughhousing like they used to? He KNEW his brother would not want to be tickled after all that had happened, and yet he did it anyways!

"I … uh…," Sans froze, unsure of what to say next.

He wasn't even certain of what kind of face he was giving Papyrus. All he knew was that one moment he was enjoying playing with his little brother, and then it was over. Papyrus's expression dropped from one of panicked concern, to a solemn sadness.

"I apologize," he said glumly. "You've … already been through so much today. I won't do that again." Papyrus turned his gaze away from Sans and back towards the ground.

"No, I…," Sans faltered. He didn't want Papyrus to feel bad, especially not for trying to have fun with him after going through so much. "I'm … sorry too." His tone was hollow as he too turned towards the ground.

Was he sorry though? He could never really be sorry for their playful little brawl, not after it had done so well in lifting their spirits. No, it wasn't that … it was that impromptu tickle attack. Surely after everything that had happened, after every time he had been held down against his will, every time he had been tickle-tortured way beyond the point of breaking … Sans thought that surely he could never even think about tickling ever again. Right? Was Papyrus out of line for even trying? Even just the tiniest poke should have sent Sans into a blind panic … but … it didn't.

As the two of them awkwardly dangled there in the silence, Sans came to realize just how disappointed he had felt for not being able to play with Papyrus again. He had been having such well-deserved fun bonding with him, that even the act of tickling didn't faze him like it had with all of the creatures that they had encountered in LaughterLand. As crazy as it was for him to admit, he wanted to get that playful energy back. More than that … he craved it.

But directly contradicting his feelings, was that of knowing how self-conscious he felt bringing it up. He didn’t want to outright tell Papyrus to keep playing with him, it was strange for even Sans to think about under these circumstances. He looked over at his brother’s guilt-ridden face. Somehow, he could just tell that Papyrus was thinking the same thing, that he, too, secretly wanted to continue this play-fighting. Sans glanced down towards his brother’s spine, coming to the conclusion that if he couldn’t talk about it freely, then perhaps he could draw it out of his brother.

Sans subtlety tucked one arm under the other, using his hidden arm he reached his hand over to abruptly jab his finger into Papyrus’s spine.

“EEP!”

Papyrus jolted, immediately snapping out of his depressive funk. His head snapped to the side to give his brother a look. Sans stared off into the opposite direction, totally faking a look of innocence. He gave Papyrus a sharp glance and immediately snorted back an amused chuckle at the sight of his brother’s perturbed expression.

Narrowing his eyes, Papyrus quickly took note of his brother’s mischief. As Sans continued looking off into space and trying to hide his laughter, Papyrus snuck his own hand over towards his brother’s side. Giving it that same teasing poke before turning around to fake his own innocence.

“HNK!!”

Sans lurched forwards upon the ticklish contact. Turning to see Papyrus’s own ‘guiltless’ expression told him that it was on. Quickly he repeated the action, poking Papyrus back and turning away before he could look at his brother, Papyrus responding in kind.

It went on for what felt like a good solid minute at least. Both brothers poking at each other and trying to get the other one to react, before turning to pretend they had nothing to do with it. After that bit of playful banter, Papyrus decided to trick Sans by catching him as he turned to give him another poke. Papyrus gave Sans's side another poke causing him to jump and giggle. But instead of turning to fake an innocent look again, he stayed to face his brother. Sans turned, thinking he was going to see Papyrus staring off into the distance again. But was instead greeted by his brother staring him directly in the face.

"GAH!" Sans jumped at the surprise, not realizing that Papyrus's fingers were still positioned at his side. Papyrus giggled deviously as he dug two fingers into Sans’s side, causing the older skeleton to flinch and snort. Papyrus pulled his hands back, laughing at Sans's ridiculous reaction. After fiercely rubbing the tingles out of his side, Sans shot Papyrus an evil glare.

"Oh, that is it!" he jeered. Sans shoved his wriggling fingers onto his brother's ribs, tickling him like crazy. Papyrus shrieked and immediately tried to squirm away from the attack.

"EEHEEHEEHEEK!! Oh nohohoho!! Nyahahahaha!!" He giggled, instinctively trying to push Sans's hands away.

Sans stopped, suddenly realizing what he was doing. He quickly backed his hands off of Papyrus, giving him a chance to breathe. As Papyrus began to calm down, Sans felt that same guilty pang of anxiety that Papyrus had experienced earlier.

"Oops…," he mumbled regretfully.

He could now understand why Papyrus had stopped when he did. As much joy as Papyrus's unbridled laughter brought him, he remembered just how much his brother had suffered at the hands of this place as well. It was one thing wanting Papyrus to play with him that way, but the last thing he wanted to do was overstep, knowing his brother had already been through enough.

"I'm sorry, Pap," Sans quietly apologized. "I guess … I got a little carried away there myself," he admitted, rubbing a hand behind his skull.

Papyrus, too, had mixed emotions about what had just happened. Their shared ticklishness had been the ultimate cause for their suffering since setting foot in this awful place. He couldn't understand why in their right mind they would actively pursue it with each other if it had brought them so much misery. Noticing the shame in his brother's eyes, Papyrus offered an idea that would possibly help to comfort him.

"Heh … this place is … really something, huh?" He half-chuckled.

It was enough to wipe the guilt from his brother's face as he nodded in agreement. Truthfully, it wasn't a bad idea to blame their sudden enthusiasm for tickling each other on this place. For all they knew something in the air could be messing with their minds and making them only THINK that it was something they wanted to do. It was a comfortable lie to hold onto for their own dignity's sake. Though they both were aware that it was still a lie nevertheless. Papyrus looked at Sans, who was staring back at the ground with his arms crossed.

He took in a deep breath. He knew that he was going to sound crazy for what he was about to say, but deep down he hoped it would help them both make sense of this strange phenomenon.

"No…," he quietly spoke, prompting Sans to look towards him again. "I…. I don't think it's this place," he confessed.

Sans could see the gears turning in his brother's head and offered him a supportive half-smile.

"Think it's us?" he suggested. Papyrus turned back to his brother. One look was enough to tell him that they were both on the same page.

"Well, it's just … I don't know…," Papyrus stammered, trying to find the right words. "It's … well it's just not very fun being … tickled against your will."

Papyrus felt his cheeks grow warm as he too hesitated upon saying the word. He chose to ignore the small snort that escaped from Sans's nasal cavity and continued on.

"Being tickled by … creatures, and scary plants, and other creepy crawlers that want to do us harm…." He spared Sans a sincere glance. "But … it's different when it's you," he proclaimed. Sans smiled back, encouraging Papyrus to keep going. "You're my brother, I love playing with you. I love TEASING you until you fall to pieces!"

He gave Sans a gentle elbow to the ribcage, drawing out a burst of jovial giggling from the older skeleton. He pulled back to continue explaining.

"But … I know you would never hurt me either, Sans."

Sans rubbed at his ribcage, still smiling at his brother. A mixture of pride and relief washed over him. Papyrus had pretty much laid everything that he had been feeling himself out on the table, and in a way that made them both feel normal and seen.

"Honestly," Sans replied gently. "I feel the same way. I know we've had the absolute DAYLIGHTS t … tickled out of us today…."

He paused, knowing that Papyrus's mischievous grin was beaming down on him with the sound of his tone shifting.

"Sh-Shut-up!" he quickly retorted, Papyrus stifled a giggle as he continued.

"But … it's almost therapeutic when it's with you," he admitted. "I don't know … it's like I can just let go and laugh … and not have to worry about it going too far." He shot Papyrus an impish grin. "Not to mention, you've got the most adorable baby-bones laugh anyone in the Underground has ever heard!"

With that, he grabbed onto Papyrus's ribs again, scribbling his fingers around and in-between them.

"Nyah!! Ahahahahaha!! H-Hehehey!!" Papyrus burst into laughter, playfully trying to push Sans away. "I-I do nahahahat!!" he argued through his laughter.

"Ohoho yes you do!" Sans teased as he caused Papyrus to squeal.

Papyrus retaliated by wriggling his fingers under Sans's neck with one hand, while the other one poked along his side.

"Ahahahaha!! Hey, you cheheheheater!!" Sans guffawed, struggling to keep his hands tickling at his brother's ribs.

The two of them dangled there as they continued attacking at each other's weak points, not aware of how much time had passed. All that they knew was that they were having fun, bonding, and consumed by a laughter that was drawn out of them, not by force, but by playfulness.

Sans, not having nearly as much energy as Papyrus, grew tired faster than he was expecting. He halted his attack on his brother in favor of holding onto his ribs in defense.

"Heeheeheeheehee!! N-No mohohore! I gihihive!!" He giggled as he felt Papyrus trying to dig inside his underarms. "You win!! Yohohou wihihin!!" His tone started to rise in pitch, but thankfully, Papyrus had stopped before it came close to sounding like legit panic.

"Yes! Victory for The Great Papyrus!!" Papyrus threw both fists up into the air in celebration.

Sans was almost tempted to give his underarms a retaliating poke. But he declined, instead focusing on this tremendous feeling of warmth rising in his chest. This was the first time in what felt like ages where his recovering inhales after a tickle attack didn't leave him completely sore and worn out. Instead, it felt comforting, relaxing even. He looked up at Papyrus's happy smile and could immediately tell that he was feeling the same way. They both needed this. Papyrus brought his arms down to wrap Sans in another warm hug.

"Heh, thanks bro." Sans sighed, feeling content.

Both brothers dangled their limbs over the passing landscape again. This time a feeling of warmth and satisfaction gathering in their bones. After a while, Sans noticed that Papyrus kept looking right behind them. He could tell that his brother was starting to feel antsy. Papyrus was not the type of skeleton to stay comfortably still in one place — or in this case, one position — for so long. Sans felt the weight of the web that was pulling them start to shift as Papyrus flipped onto his back.

"Pap?" Sans questioned as he noticed his brother gripping onto the rope with both of his hands. "What are you doing?"

"I have an idea," Papyrus replied, sounding confident.

Gripping on with both hands, Papyrus started climbing up the string of web, pulling the both of them up closer towards the cloud. Sans wasn't sure where Papyrus was going with this, and it was a little freaky to see him messing with what was already a safe and stable vehicle through the place. He just hoped that Papyrus wasn't going to accidentally send them tumbling down to the ground.

Papyrus grunted loudly as he continued to pull them up. He was obviously struggling with the weight of the both of them tied together. Sans didn't know how he could help aside from just trying not to make too much movement as they ascended.

"Sans!" Papyrus grunted. "You need to start exercising, Brother! You weigh a ton!"

An evil grin instantly spread across Sans's face, he almost burst with mischief.

This so wasn't the time or place.

That never stopped him before.

After all that brotherly bonding?

Did he dare?

"A … skele-ton?" he joked.

Papyrus stopped pulling to give his brother the most resentful expression he had ever seen.

Sans burst into laughter on the spot. He tried to calm himself enough to make sure he didn't wiggle too much. But that was the kind of reaction he had been hoping to get out of Papyrus for SO LONG!

"Sans, pleeeeeease!" Papyrus groaned.

"Aw, what's wrong, bro?" Sans continued teasing. "Tired of being strung along?" He burst into more laughter as Papyrus groaned even louder.

"Sans! You're not helping!" he griped as he continued to climb.

"What?" Sans stifled back a giggle. "Couldn't stand all that AIR on your DERRIÉRE?" He cackled so hard he threw his head back laughing.

Papyrus, utterly frustrated with his brother's childish jokes, whipped his head around to glare at him.

"Sans!" he snarled. "I'm about at the end of my rope with—" He gasped, hand immediately slapped over his mouth upon realizing what he just said.

Sans utterly lost it.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!! OHOHO MY GAHAHAD PAP!!" he laughed so hard he started wheezing.

Papyrus continued to glare as he ignored his brother's patronizing laughter and kept climbing. Cheeks immediately flushed with orange.

Once Papyrus climbed up to where the web had lassoed the cloud, he reached his arms up to grip onto the makeshift carriage. He half-expected his arm to go completely through the cloud, but to his surprise, it was fluffy, cool to the touch, and totally solid. As if he had just grabbed onto the largest collection of cotton balls. Grunting and straining, he pulled himself as well as Sans up to the top of the cloud carriage.

It was amazing, not only with how comfortable it felt, but just how it was so easily able to hold both skeletons from both ends of its structure. The brothers sat side by side, it was nice to be able to face forward to see where they were going for once. Despite how dangerous they knew LaughterLand to be, something about looking at it from so high up in the air was almost soothing. Like the brothers could finally take a break from worrying about the chaos that was sure to find them one way or another, and really enjoy the strange and vibrant colors that decorated all that was below them. It was somehow scary, and beautiful, and intimidating, and breathtaking all at once.

"Sans…," Papyrus finally spoke.

"Yeah, bro?"

"Whatever happens here…," he slightly faltered. A small expression of anxiety colored his tone. "Just … don't let it mess up our brotherly bonding … okay?"

Sans gave Papyrus a soft smile, putting his arm around him in a half-hug.

"No problem, bro"

"You promise?" Papyrus leaned his skull on top of his brother's.

"I promise," Sans replied adamantly. "And you know that I don't make promises lightly." Papyrus scoffed, pulling back to give Sans a knowing smirk.

"Heh, yeah I know…. You still haven't picked up your sock."

Sans paused, he turned to offer his brother a sheepish grin, but Papyrus wasn't having it. Sans knew there was only one way to get his hide out of trouble.

"...hey look! A spine!"

Sans dove for his brother's spine, tickling and teasing it mercilessly. Papyrus shrieked, but immediately retaliated by diving for his brother's underarms. They floated along laughing and teasing each other across the vast and unknown landscape that was LaughterLand.

***

Back at the lab, Gaster was rummaging through every book he had on his shelf. There wasn't a single solitary cure for this kind of thing that he could find, and he was starting to grow desperate. He was so distracted that he didn't even notice the two unconscious skeletons slightly moving their hands towards each other.

Somehow, beyond their trance, Sans and Papyrus found each other. Their hands locked together, silently comforting the other one and letting them know they weren't alone.

#Tickletober #Tickletober2024 #Undertale #LaughterLand Story #Sans #Papyrus #Gaster

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 17 days ago

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S/O drags skeleton to try a free fall simulator, so they can try being in zero-gravity once in their life. Who enjoys it?

Undertale Sans - Well, you know, when he said he always wanted to be an astronaut, he's not sure he meant that. Sans is very excited at first, but as soon as he starts floating above ground, he's not so proud anymore lol. Added to that, he's very light so he mostly spends the session bumping from one wall to the other without any control of his body. It's still fun, but he's definitely not doing that again. One time was enough. He's exhausted after that.

Undertale Papyrus - Wait, why are humans making this so difficult and without any stability when he can do it without effort, machine and with stability? As you ask him what he's talking about, so confused, Papyrus starts to walk in the air. Like that. See? He doesn't need the machine to do that, he's naturally good at it. Both you and the scientist in charge of the attraction are astonished. Not two days later, you got a call from NASA, they want to meet Papyrus.

Underswap Sans - Blue is having the time of his life, screaming and giggling uncontrollably. That's the best gift ever, he's never getting out of this thing! And by that I mean he is really NOT getting out of the thing. Good luck trying to convince him.

Underswap Papyrus - So, uh, when you said he was going to feel like he's flying, he thought it was a metaphor or something. When he realized he was actually going to fly for real, his face became so pale you got scared he passes out lol. Honey doesn't know how to say no, so he's going anyway. He clings to you for dear life the first few minutes, crying in terror, and then his body gives up to protect him and he passes out lol. You spend half an hour trying to avoid his unconscious body just floating lol.

Underfell Sans - Red did it because he's not a big crying baby. Turns out he's actually a big crying baby, as he's screaming and begging you to get down, holding your tracksuit with desperation. Since it's not working, he decides to hold on to you by biting on your shoulder, so you can't push him away. You're having an interesting time, crying in pain.

Underfell Papyrus - He's pouting, unimpressed. He wanted the red suit, you knew he wanted the red suit. But you took the red suit and now he has to wear an ugly blue suit and he's mad. It's not his color, and you ruined all of his fun. He's floating, arms crossed, ignoring you on purpose lol. That's not even fun.

Horrortale Sans - Uh, help? You saw he looked a bit constipated and you didn't understand why until you saw his red round eye float in front of you lol. Yeah. It kinda slipped through his hole and now he's completely blind and confused, having no idea what's going on anymore. Oak is too shy to ask for help so he's kinda just waiting for you to notice he's in distress.

Horrortale Papyrus - Unfortunately, the doctor can't authorize him to go with his back problems. That's ok though, he can watch from a safe distance as you're having fun. All alone. Looking sad.

Swapfell Sans - He's offended. His suit is way too big, and with all the wind, it looks like he has boobs. Nox tried to fix it, but now his entire suit is full of air and he just looks like a big blueberry, floating around with his arms and legs stretched, unable to control his movements. You're losing it, but he's not amused and pouts.

Swapfell Papyrus - Woah, look at him, he can do a triple somersault! He does a triple somersault, fails his recovery, and kicks you at full strength in the face. Oops. Uh... It's probably best if he's not telling you half of your face is swelling so big it's barely recognizable. He feels a little guilty and keeps it down for a few hours after that.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Really? You paid 250 dollars for this? You know he can do the same thing with his magic, right? What is he to you? A joke? He's offended you need a machine when he can make you fly with blue magic, and way higher than that. He's pouting the entire time, leaves a bad review on their website and calls them out for skeleton cultural appropriation on social media.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He screams like he's getting murdered for a solid two minutes, then he frows, confused. Uh, he's not dying? Oh, that's fine actually. He starts to actually like it after that, even if you can see his eyes panicking every time there's a pressure drop and he falls down from a few meters. In the end, it was fun! He's really excited about it and won't stop talking about that for days!

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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derangedanomaly · 11 months ago

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Hello! If I may, may I ask for Bad Sanses, but Reader was formerly a human, went missing at some point, and when they found Reader again, they got turned into an artificial skeleton (t r a u m a). Sorry if I'm bothering you!

You're not bothering me! Thank you for the request! I took a little spin on it- since I've done something similar. (Right here) and I thrive in angst so I'm just gonna make their S/O not come back from the dead. (Making them suffer more 😈)

Masterlist

BAD SANSES X DEAD READER (ANGST)

(Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Horror)

NIGHTMARE:

Nightmare isn't someone who feels sadness. He's quite the opposite. He thrives in the misery of others, loving their dreadful faces full with fear, sadness, loneliness. He truly doesn't understand people's meaning behind their tears... Life goes on, and you meet other people, then they die, and you find a replacement for them. That's how it was in Nightmare's eyes, and that's how it's gonna stay.

Nightmare hates the feeling of losing, even more so if it's against you, in a game of cards. Why's he playing this game with you? He should be doing paperwork, or attack some AU's. His needs for negativity are rising more higher each time he's around someone as cheerful as you. Dream and his little team have been getting a little weakened. He should take this opportunity to strike, and just get rid of them! He should be doing anything more productive! But, he sits here. On the dark cold floor of his office, playing cards with you.

"Oh! Look at that. I won again." You think you're so smart.. flashing him a winning smile like that when he knows very well that you cheated your way to victory. How embarrassing... don't you have some dignity? "Don't you feel ashamed?" He tried to stop himself from letting out a scoff once you tilted your head at his words. "You're not so slick. I've seen the way you cheated." As if you don't know that his eyes were watching you the whole time! Maybe that's why he was losing so much.. you chuckled after thinking about his words for awhile, which caught the king of negativity off guard. "Oh? Is Nightmare petty that he lost to- 'a mere mortal'?" This time, Nightmare actually did scoffed. "Please, you're not worth getting petty over." As much as he wanted to leave the room, and go as far away from you as possible, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He felt as if his whole body was stuck on the wooden floor of his office as he just sat there and chatted with you.

He hated this feeling. He still doesn't know why, but you always seemed to make him relax when near him. It bugs him to no end...how can you just sit there, with him, and just have- a casual conversation?? As if he wasn't a dangerous sociopath who killed more than hundreds. He hated this. "Well, then I guess I seemed PRETTY enough for you to stare at me the whole time." But he hated you more.

Why must you always bug him like this? "Nightmare! Please! Let me into the battle! I can handle myself!" How many times does he have to repeat himself..? Why won't you just, stay in his mansion, and...I don't know! Sleep, maybe. He really doesn't wanna go through this again. "Y/n. For the last.time. I won't let you fight against the Star Shits." He didn't missed the way you flinched when he responded to you with venom in his voice. But what could he do? You wouldn't listen to him otherwise. You tend to ignore his commands.. which is more than annoying.. "But...Why?" Oh, he wishes he could tell you the reason... But he felt more than embarrassed to admit that he doesn't want anything happening to you in battle.. so he just did the next obvious choice. Flee to the battle. This conversation was going on long enough..

Things were getting out of control on Nightmare's side, the Star Sanses all split off, each of them fighting a different Sans on Nightmare's team. Nightmare doesn't seem to be in a good shape today, he feels weakened these past months since he knows you. . . Which is not really that strange, considering that you two spend a lot of time together. "Come on, brother, you can still end this." Dream threatened Nightmare, glaring at him. Nightmare couldn't believe him, does he just think that he's gonna go up and admit defeat to his own brother?! The brother he's hated many decades?? After all this time, he decides to say something about it now? He's such an idiot. "I would rather die, then accept defeat in your hands.." Nightmare truly felt weak, as he just sat in pain on the ground, giving Dream the hardest glare. Dream's eyes widened as he sighed, and aimed his bow at him, with the intention to fire. Nightmare looked to the ground, trying to think of a plan. There has to be an escape route, something that could be useful for him to get away.

Everything fell silent as Nightmare widened his eyes at the scene in front of him.. there you were, barely standing there with a proud smile on your lips, and the edge of Dream's arrow piercing through you. Dream gasped lowering his weapon. Everyone around them stopped fighting, now looking horrified at Nightmare and you. Your feet started to slowly lose balance, as you fell to the ground. But you didn't make a contact with it, because Nightmare's tentacles wrapped securely around your fragile body.

Nightmare brought you to him, as he looked into your eyes. "H-Hey Night.." you groaned, feeling the arrow deep inside your chest.. Nightmare looked emotionless. His face didn't showed any expression whatsoever as he silently watched you. "Heh.. c-cat got your tongue?" Nightmare didn't know what to think, feel, or even say.. but then- he felt something that he thought he didn't had. He felt his soul shake. And that's when it happened, Nightmare felt something wet go down his cheek, soon the other cheek had the same reaction.

You widened your eyes at the sight of Nightmare crying.. "No.. it's- it's fine. Stop playing your stupid little games and- get up you..you idiot." Oh god, why was he saying that? He didn't meant to say that. You couldn't speak as Nightmare pleaded for you to stand up. "Get.up..." he inhaled a sharp breath. Why's he acting like this? What's this feeling? He feels more pathetic than ever as his hold on you tightened.

"Y-Y/n. As your commander. I command you to get up." It was truly difficult for Nightmare to control his voice right now, which made him shocked. You softly smiled and gently touched his cheek, wiping his cyan tears away.. "N-Nightmare.. *cough* you know that I- I never listen to your... Commands.." you couldn't help but slowly close your eyes. "Y-Y/n!? Hey! STOP! DON'T CLOSE THEM YET!" He felt himself panicking, he didn't know what to do. You smiled at him one last time, uttering your last words to him. "Be sure to- practice playing the c-cards.. I'm gonna be... Away for awhile....." He watched as your hand retraced from his cheek, and your eyes closing. Nightmare felt himself panic more than ever. It can't end like this! He has to do something, what can he do?! "Y/N!! .... You can't go! I..." The realization hit him like a brick, only after he saw you die in his arms. "...I love you.." and you didn't even get to know..

This fateful day, marks as the first day that Nightmare, the king of negativity, felt true sadness for the first time... Oh, how he wishes to never feel anything after that again. The pain was truly insufferable, and it left a huge impact on him, that only you could fix. But it's no use now, as he just sits on his dark cold floor, holding a deck of cards in his hands, feeling...empty. He felt nothing as he looked at the deck of cards. Your cards.

KILLER:

If there was one thing that Killer absolutely loved, it would be knives, his collection of Metallica posters, his knives, you, you, you, oh..and his knives! Also you. He loved your fun side, you tend to be quite moody and seem to put up some imaginary walls. But with him, it was different! You knew each other for quite some time now. As far as you both know, you were stuck in a black void of some kind, and Killer accidentally found you.

Killer could never stop thinking about you since then. And he made it into a routine of some kind, where he met up with you in secret in the black void. Of course, this meant making a perfect disappearance that Nightmare won't be able to find out.

You laughed as Killer told you yet another story that happened to him. He was so easy to talk to, and he felt the same way about you! You were truly the only one in this dark world that he could trust with his whole life.. "That's what you said?" "Yeah, Nightmare blew a fuse that day." You both chuckled yet again, falling into silence. The silence seemed thick, there was a weird feeling flowing through the air. Killer felt frustrated...he wanted to ask you out, but he just.. can't. Nightmare would do something to him, or worse, to you. He just wishes he could get together with you... You both had feelings for each other, and were deeply in love! But couldn't get together because of one big obstacle. Nightmare. Killer hates even thinking about that guy.. he's always in his way towards happiness, and he's just an overall ass.. but he's bound to serve him forever, so he can't really do anything about it.

"Hey, Y/n?" You made eye contact with Killer and hummed upon hearing him finally speak. "Can you...promise me something?" You noticed the way his tone sounded, it was something serious. You fully faced him, nodding your head as a sign of confirmation. "Can you promise me...." Killer tried to calm down, as he slightly turned his gaze away from you and instead into the dark pit of your black void. "...that you'll never leave my side..?" You softly smiled, laying on his shoulder. "Of course, Kills. I'll never leave you." Killer found himself smiling at your words, as he laid his head on yours, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"I- I swear boss! I'll make it up to you! T-This is what you want, right?? Just say anything and I-I'll do it!" Killer stood in Nightmare's office, terrified out of his mind, as he screwed up a big mission. He's pretty sure that Nightmare is gonna make him pay big time for that. Nightmare is a cruel and vicious man.. his punishment will be of great penalty. "... anything, you say?" Killer immediately nodded. Maybe, he'll get out of this alive after all! He had a hopeful face on his face as he waited for Nightmare's commands. He felt uneasy when Nightmare's face gained a creepy smile.. he wasn't so sure now. "Who's that human you're close with, and where is she?" Killer felt shocked at Nightmare's words. How does Nightmare know about you..? He panicked and stammered, trying to find a loop hole of some kind out of this.. what can he do? He can't lie to Nightmare, as he will just call him out on whatever flies from his mouth, but still...he tries it. As foolish as that sounds. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about! I don't know a human girl like that!" Nightmare seemed to size him up as he gave him the coldest glare, it was as if he was warning him, say any lie again, and I'll have your decapitated head on my wall. Yeah, Killer heard it a mile away. "Your breathing got quicker, your eyes widened and you seem to sweat. I'll ask again Killer, where is she?" Killer truly knew that he can't bullshit him anymore. It was no point, Nightmare would've just pushed him more and more with every lie. "She...is nowhere in the castle. Y-You don't have to worry about someone l-living here rent free.." Nightmare raised his eyebrow at this, as he just stared at him and squinted his eye. Killer just sweated more, this was a nerve-wracking situation, he didn't know what to say or do, but there was one thing he was certain of- he can't let Nightmare find you. Nightmare smirked after awhile, as if he just cracked the code. "The black void." Killer felt himself panic when Nightmare uttered these words.

Nightmare created a portal and left through it, but oh no. Killer was hot on his heels. Killer decided that if he could, he would throw his life on the line for you, he was willing to die for you.

Nightmare approached your sitting form as his shadow towered over you menacingly. You looked up at him, thinking it was Killer, but quickly getting frightened. This guy, was NOT your Killer. You yelped when a black tentacle shoot towards you, but then you saw it- Killer swooped you up into his arms, away from Nightmares appendages. "I WON'T LET YOU HURT HER, NIGHTMARE." Nightmare stared at Killer in amusement. Does he think he can defeat him? How foolish. "No. Stay.back." And now he was threatening him. How foolish. You shook at this situation. So this was Killer's boss? "H-Hey Princess, it'll be alright... I-" his words got cut off by a tentacle holding your neck and bringing you to Nightmare. "NO!" Killer couldn't let anything happen to you.. he just couldn't. "Let this be a lesson, Killer.." Nightmare spoke, tightening his hold on your neck, with the intention of snapping it. Killer widened his eyes, as he started crying black tears. It was all over... You'll die in Nightmares hands, the only thing Killer feared the most. The worst of all, is that he didn't do anything to prevent it.. "Focus on your job, do your missions right, and stop interacting with people as distracting as her." There was only silence, as your neck cracked, falling dead right in Nightmares hold. He dropped your body to the floor, watching as Killer himself dropped down on the floor in a sitting position, moving closer to your dead body. He cried and cried and cried. That's all he knew how to do right now.. "Princess...my perfect princess.." he started sniffing as he just held you tight, as if he could somehow bring you back.. but he couldn't. Your love really just, wasn't meant to be.

DUST:

Life is about losing those you care about, it's just a natural cause. This was what Dust always thinks about death. And he didn't intend to change his view of this particular subject, so he was pretty surprised when his lover brought this up.

"What invoke such a question, my love?" You smiled at him and shook your head. "Nothing, just wanted to know your opinion." Dust felt like there was more to it, but he didn't press on the answer, and you both left it at that.

You didn't seemed to be in your best shape these past months, Dust noticed. He's very observant, of course he noticed it right away. Taking in the way you coughed or the way you looked more tired than usual. There was a lot of, "Are you ok, darling?" Followed by your; "Don't worry about me... I'm fine." He started to slowly hate that response.. you were 'fine'. That's not enough for him. He needed you to ok. Not just fine. Oh, how he wishes he could get the answer out of you.

Over time, it started to really bug him. You were getting worse by the day, and he couldn't have that. He needed to find out what's going on.. he decided to bring this topic up with his best friend, Horror.

Horror and Dust sat in Dust's living room, you being absent because you are 'visiting your friends.' Dust still doesn't really believe this lie you told him, but went along with it, so he could take this opportunity to have a guy talk with Horror about this. "That's basically what's happening.. I don't know what to do, don't know how to get the answers out of her, and I certainly don't know how to deal with this..." Dust sighed in desperation, if only he could do something.. Horror hummed, still munching on the sandwich you've made for the two of them before you left. "Well...maybe you could...sit down with her...and have a heart to heart....about this..." Dust appreciated this advice, and feels kinda dumb for not thinking of it earlier... Dust nodded, smiling at Horror, grateful for his words. "Thanks Horror, you're a real pal." Horror smiled at Dust, finishing his sandwich before leaving.

It was 5 hours since you left... surely you would've been back by now? Or not..? The longer he waited, the more did he started to have dark thoughts circle around in his head at all the possibilities of what could happen to you. "Calm down Dust... nothing happened. She's fine." He tried to reassure himself, looking over at the clock. You sure we're taking your sweet time...

It was then that his phone ringed in his pockets. An unknown number calling? That was certainly strange. He accepted the call hesitantly, awaiting whatever was on the other side of the call. "Hello, sir Dust L/n?" He listened to what felt like a males voice. "Yes, what is it?" "Your wife, Y/N L/n is in a terrible condition." Dust's eyes widened at those words.. terrible condition? What does that even mean? Dust quickly put on his coat and his shoes. He needed to see you. By all means necessary.. "Can you tell me at what hospital she's at?" "(Hospital name)" "Thank you, I'll be there right away." He ended the call and teleported in front of the hospital. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew one thing, he has to see you.

The main door of the hospital was flung open as Dust ran up to the main counter. "Hello, my wife's here somewhere, can you tell me her door number? Her name's Y/N L/n." It was fairly quick, as Dust got the number and immediately fled to your room..

You laid in bed, watching the birds singing out the window, smiling to yourself. Your peace was interrupted by Dust coming in the room, huffing. He looked very panicked and out of breath. You got startled by him coming into the room so suddenly.. "Hey, love..." You smiled at him during your greeting. Dust couldn't believe it. You were on your death bed, but you still smiled more calm than ever. "Y-Y/N. Oh god...w-what happened??" You looked sadly at the floor, patting the bed for him to sit on it. He followed your command as you sighed. "6 months ago, I got diagnosed with a deadly disease.. the doctor's tried to help me fight it, but... I guess my time's up.." you smiled yet again, to show him that you were completely prepared for this. Dust didn't even noticed when he started crying. "Why...why didn't you told me?" Your smile dropped as you stared at his panicked form. Then you slowly reached his skeletal hands to hold in yours. "I thought it would be better like this.. I didn't wanna worry you further." Dust couldn't believe the words you said to him. You can't just- lie about this! He felt sudden fear, as a sudden realization hit him. You're gonna be gone. Completely striped away from him, and there was nothing he could do. His head dropped down on your lap, crying pools of tears. You frowned at his state, patting his head. "Dust...my love..my number one.." he slowly looked you in your eyes, hearing you speak to him. "...Make sure to make me the best funeral..." This was the moment that you finally broke, as you started crying with him.. he engulfed you in a hug, and cuddled you, one last time.. he stayed the night, still cuddling you, and in the morning when he woke up, you were dead in his arms...

HORROR:

Horror loved you. He loved you more than anything else in the world, his little wife. He would let you do anything with him, may it be the dumbest things, he did them with you if you so desired. He truly was a big teddy bear. But what he didn't let you do, was let you out of the house alone. His Au is not the safest, but he doesn't want to leave his brother behind, and you seemed to like it there.. so for now, he and you stayed living there. Oh...but if only he didn't..

You pouted as Horror shook his head at your question yet again. "Please Bee?" Horror found himself giggling at the nickname, but quickly stopped once the next words flew from your mouth. "Please let me go out alone..." Horror huffed at your question, turning away from you. Must you ruin dinner with this question? Horror never talked much, or tried not to.. his voice was too damaged to talk, but he would say a few words on some occasions. "You...stay..." That was all it took for you to slowly lay your head on the table and huff. "Whyyy Bee?" Your question earned you a roll of his eyes. "Too...dangerous..." You didn't say anything more, as you ticked him off, and you didn't wanna piss him off any more than he is. "Fine.." he seemed happy about that answer as he munched on the chicken you cooked for him. Courtesy of Swap, who sometimes gave you food to cook in Horror's Au.

You took advantage of the time Horror went out and left you alone in the house. You smiled at him as he left, not before giving you a long kiss. You wondered if you should carry on with your plan, considering your situation, but still did it.. you went out.

Horror was happy to finally open the door to his house, and see you again, but he felt confused upon finding the cabin completely empty.. he checked even the smallest places and unlikely places, but he just couldn't find you.. he wracked his brain, trying to think of where could his wife go. Until something really terrible came up to him... You probably went out. He felt angry at first, trying to calm himself as he went out the door of his house, but then fear settled in instead of anger, as he tried to push away the thoughts about your death. It didn't take him long trying to find you, as you were inside the forest- not in the same piece... He felt his soul, for the first time in years, thrum against his chest. He stood there, above your corpse, organs out and eyes that held no life. He started shaking as he extended his hand forward, holding your cheek.. one of the worst things that could've happened to him, happened. Right before his eyes. It was probably wolves that did this awful dirty work. He didn't know what to think, as he just took your wedding ring, not wanting to look at your corpse anymore. He felt empty, sad, but he didn't cry.. it was odd.. anyone normal would've cried, but well...he isn't really normal.

That night, he sat alone in the living room, looking at your wedding ring.. he would've burried you, but he couldn't even look at you like that..it was... awful. He didn't want to bury you, simply because he couldn't bring himself to fo it.. He didn't even eat, be refused to eat anything that wasn't your food...which was going to be difficult in the future. He just stared, unmoving, looking at the ring..

Things got worse when he headed to bed, but stopped in his tracks when he saw something shine in the trashcan.. he leaned forward and snatched the thing in his big hands, scanning it with his eye.. It was a positive pregnancy test. Oh god...you were pregnant.. you were pregnant with his baby. This was what made him break out into sobs as he slid down and sat on the ground. His head was ringing as he kept muttering the same words. "She was pregnant..." Over and over and over again... He should've been more careful. He should've been home! He should've been there! He could've save you.. it seemed like time stopped when he finally stopped crying.. he swears, right now, right here, that he will never..under any circumstances, take his wedding ring off.

#undertale fandom #sans undertale #undertale #sans x reader #nightmare sans x reader #horror sans x reader #dust sans x reader #killer sans x reader #error sans x reader

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jmbringitonworld · 4 days ago

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Frans Week 2025 - Day 1 - Stars

After having to miss out on Frans Week for the past two years because my dad was dying/dead, I wanted to finally try my hand at it again. Unfortunately, the day after finishing my second prompt, a horrible cold struck me down like one of Zeus's lightning bolts, and I've been sick ever since. I'm still sick! It sucks! At least I managed to write out the two most important days for me. But I'm gutted that I couldn't get more out in time.

The rest of the days will be written eventually, though they'll be too late for Frans Week. I plan to include them in my ongoing fic, A Good Father. It's my own AU where Asgore adopts and raises baby Frisk in the Underground. Both of the prompts I managed to write in time are set in this AU. In this one, Day 1- Stars, both Sans and Frisk are children (11 and 6 respectively).

Thanks to @fransweek for hosting this event. I look forward to it every year!

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Sans didn’t think he was as fun to be around as his little brother.

Papyrus was far more entertaining and far more attentive than Sans could ever be, in the eleven-year-old skeleton monster’s expert opinion. Whenever the young Gaster brothers and Dreemurr daughter had gotten together, it was always Papyrus who had taken charge and decided what they would do for the day - even if that was usually puzzle planning and battle strategising.

However, today Papyrus wasn’t with them. He had very important business to take care of. Namely, chasing after old man Gerson with Undyne, to observe his fighting style (and to make sure that Undyne didn’t beat up too many “bad guys”).

Sans still wasn’t all that keen on letting Undyne into their small group of friends. And he still didn’t trust the preteen fish monster - she was far too hot-tempered and violent for his liking.

But it wasn’t up to him to decide who his brother wanted to hang out with. Papyrus was eight years old now, and was getting more independent and confident by the day. He didn’t need his big brother anymore - a fact that filled Sans with both pride, and a sad sort of wistfulness that made him feel older than he actually was.

At least Frisk still preferred to stick to his side over anyone else’s (besides her father, of course, but parents didn’t count). Sans could freely admit that their friendship was something he’d come to deeply cherish over the years they’d known each other, especially as she got old enough to play with the skeleton brothers and have actual conversations with them.

Sans especially appreciated how good of a listener Frisk was. He felt like he could tell his little human friend anything, and she wouldn’t judge him. Granted, at six years old she didn’t always understand everything he was talking about, and she couldn’t offer him the most insightful advice, or give particularly useful input. But something about her made Sans want to open up to her and share his thoughts with her, in a way he didn’t even do with either his brother or his father.

Which was why on this day, when it was just the two of them, he decided to take his best friend to his favourite place in the entire Underground.

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Frisk looked around the cavernous room with wide eyes, awe shining on her face as brightly as the glittery rocks on the ceiling.

She let go of Sans’s hand and took several steps forward, before spinning in a slow circle, taking in the entire room with childish wonder.

Sans gazed at her with soft eye sockets and an even softer smile. Fondness curled in his Soul like a contented cat.

“this is the wishing room,” he informed his awestruck little buddy.

Frisk turned to him with a beaming smile, sparks of joy lighting up her eyes.

“Wowie! This is so cool!” she squealed, bouncing on her toes the way Papyrus did when he was particularly excited.

Sans grinned at her. “so you like this place, huh?”

Frisk nodded her head so vigorously, Sans was half-afraid it might fall off - Pap’s skull sometimes did, though he figured that might just be a skeleton thing.

“I love it!” Frisk gushed. “Daddy doesn’t like taking me to Waterfall, ‘cause he’s scared I might get sick ‘cause it’s so wet. But I think it’s so pretty! I wish I could see more of it.”

Sans really wanted to offer to take Frisk to explore more of Waterfall. But he didn’t want Mr. Dreemurr to get mad at him - or worse, his father (his father’s lectures were the worst!). Sans was also reluctant to potentially endanger his best friend’s health.

But still… he really wanted to see that smile on her face again.

“hey, tell ya what, kid,” he leaned in with a conspiratorial wink. “how’s about i take you to visit some of the drier places in waterfall? i know plenty of really cool spots like this room.”

Frisk’s smile got even bigger, if that were possible. “Really?! Really really?!”

Sans wink at her again, feeling smug satisfaction bubble up within him. “really. and, uh,” his grin dropped a little, as he gave his friend a nervous look. “let’s not tell anyone about this, ‘kay? don’t want our dads knowin’. they might ground us.” He couldn’t help the shiver going down his spine at the thought.

Frisk let out a dramatic gasp, and gave him a nod. “‘Kay! It’ll be our secret.”

“yup. our own little best buddies secret,” Sans agreed.

It felt weird to Sans to have Frisk purposely keep secrets, especially from her father.

But sharing something special, just between the two of them, gave him a ticklish feeling in his Soul.

It made him feel special.

Besides, they weren’t hurting anyone or anything like that. They were just having fun and going on super secret adventures together, as young children should do.

More than anything, Sans believed that making his friend happy was worth possibly getting in trouble for.

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The next time the two friends visited the Wishing Room together, Sans brought along his telescope.

After setting it up and looking through it to make sure it still worked fine, he showed Frisk how to use it.

“Wowie!” she gasped. “The rocks look even prettier now!”

Sans chuckled. “yup, i think so too.” He gave his telescope a fond pat. “my dad gave me this thing. said it used to be his.”

That made Frisk tear her gaze away from the glittering rocks, and turn to give Sans a surprised look. “Really? I didn’t know your daddy liked looking at pretty rocks too.”

Sans shrugged his shoulders. “dunno if he does, actually.” Frisk tilted her head to the side, a cute gesture that was all hers, so Sans clarified, “dad told me he used to look through this telescope to see the stars better. ya know, back when monsters lived on the surface.”

The curious look Frisk gave him encouraged Sans to keep talking.

“see, dad loves stars. real stars. he says they’re brighter an’ prettier than anything else in the whole sky.” His voice lowered as he looked off to the side, gaze distant and unfocused. “when i was really little, and dad wasn’t as busy with work, he used to tell me all about the night sky. he taught me the names of all the different stars and constellations he knew of - he even drew them for me! he also taught me ‘bout all the other planets, and other galaxies, and black holes and supernovas and stuff!”

Frisk was quiet, as she observed the excited, yet sad look of longing on her best friend’s face. She wished that she could send comforting magic to his Soul, the way her father could. The way monsters could, yet humans could not.

She understood all too well the painful desire for something wonderful that was forever out of your reach.

“That sounds neato,” she told him softly.

Sans’s smile widened, not quite reaching his eyelights. “yeah. it sure does, huh.”

Frisk was quiet again, giving him a kind, sympathetic look.

Sans didn’t like the sad pity in her eyes, or the sombre tone the conversation had taken. He shook himself. This was supposed to be a fun time with his best friend!

“hey, ya wanna know something cool?” When Frisk eagerly nodded her head at his question, Sans leaned closer to her, as if sharing some new secret. “a long time ago, monsters would whisper their wishes to the stars in the sky. they believed that if you hoped with all your heart, your wish would come true.”

Frisk’s face lit up. “Oh golly, that is cool!”

Sans grinned at her reaction, happy to have successfully managed to dispel the previous gloomy atmosphere. “yeah, ain’t it?”

Then Sans let out a sigh, “‘course, we can’t do that no more. now, all we have are these sparkling stones on the ceiling…”

At that, Frisk’s face fell, her lower lip jutting out despondently.

Sans rushed to console her, internally kicking himself for making her sad again, right when he’d managed to cheer her up.

“but hey! that hasn’t stopped us from making wishes! everyone believes that if we keep wishin’ hard enough, surely all our wishes’ll come true.”

Frisk’s expression brightened. “Right! They will! Thousands of people wishing together can’t be wrong!”

Sans knew that was a naive thought. And yet, a small, childish part of him wanted to believe her, wanted to believe that wishes could come true.

Then, Frisk turned to Sans with an earnest look of curiosity on her face. “Hey Sans? You ever made a wish before?”

The young skeleton monster was taken aback by the question.

He blinked, then averted his gaze sheepishly. “well… maybe. when i was a baby bone.”

Frisk excitedly tugged on his arm. “Ooh! What was it?” When Sans hesitated, Frisk tugged harder. “C’mon! Tell me! Pleeeeease? Pretty pleeeeeease?”

Sans’s Soul squirmed at his best friend’s pleading whine. He felt helpless in the face of her expectation. It was so hard to deny her anything when she was so determined. In the end, all he could do was let out a resigned sigh. He really was no match for Frisk.

“fiiine. i’ll tell ya.” He tried very hard to keep the pout out of his voice and off his skull.

Frisk’s fingers wrapped tighter around his arm. It almost felt like they were wrapping around his Soul, which was a silly thought. Sans couldn’t bring himself to mind.

He lowered his voice to a whisper, despite the two of them being the only ones in the room, causing Frisk to lean in even closer to him. He could feel her breath brush against his bones. It was an odd, but not unpleasant sensation.

“i wished that i could see the real stars someday…”

Frisk was quiet as a look of contemplation came over her face.

Finally, after a few moments of deep consideration for a six-year-old, Frisk turned her gaze up to the ceiling - to the glimmering rocks serving as proxy stars. When she spoke, her voice was just as hushed as Sans’s had been.

“Then I wish that I could see the real stars with you someday.”

Sans felt his Soul give a jolt.

Faint heat spread across his cheekbones, as he failed to keep his smile off his face. He scratched at his cervical vertebrae in an embarrassed gesture.

“heh. that’s a great wish, frisk.”

The human giggled, and preened under her best friend’s praise.

Sans hadn’t realised just how reflective Frisk’s eyes were. They were so clear that the light of the sparkling stones on the ceiling shone brightly within their depths.

Frisk turned her star-filled eyes to him.

“One day, our wishes will come true,” she insisted, with such determination, that Sans almost believed that the human could bend reality to her very will to make them come true.

The young skeleton monster let hope fill his Soul, despite his better judgement.

“if you say so, buddy.” Sans smiled, looking every bit an eleven-year-old child. “then i’ll look forward to seein’ if the stars are just as bright and beautiful as dad says they are.”

Frisk gave him a considering look, before her lips curled into a cheeky grin.

“I bet your eyelights are even brighter and prettier than the stars.”

Sans made a choking noise. Heat filled his face and his Soul. “w-w-what?! c-cut it out! you’re embarrassin’ me…”

Frisk erupted into giggles, loud and joyous, looking entirely too pleased with herself. The sound filled the cavernous room, echoing off the walls. Sans could practically feel her laughter reverberating in his bones and resonating in his Soul.

He dragged his hood low over his skull, trying to hide his face in the darkness of his hoodie.

Sans knew that he really was no match for Frisk.

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