#sans x frisk hints

[starclast]

-Love and Lust- (Full comic)

[cjhern1109]

So…a lot of y’all really like the idea from my last post and I have been sitting of it for a while…

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That’s it! I’m doing it!

My New Year’s resolution for 2024 is to finish the first arc of TITFV before the end of the year!

And if you don’t believe me, here are concept sketches of some scenes 💜

Still working on the dialogue tho 😅

Thank you @jjaydazo for supporting this silly little idea and hope to make ya very proud! 💜

Make sure to name drop another frans kids that you like to see under this post as well as some references and lore (e.i. personality traits and quirks) to get an idea of what’s to happen!

In the meantime, here the title card~

[sillyguy99]

There is no fear in love

(Mafiafell Sans x Reader)

Chapter Four: Habitual Introduction

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               An elderly nun – likely in her seventies – sets a cake decorated with white icing and colourful, round sprinkles on the coffee table. Her habit seems a size too big, and her hand shakes as she grabs a knife. A few silver hairs have escaped her veil, falling flat on her forehead, and her brown skin shows a couple of darker spots across her exposed arms, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She makes each cut slow and precise, and once she's done, she takes a seat. Brown eyes stare directly at him while another nun busies herself with serving the slices.

               “Well, isn't this perfect timing?” Sister Theresa – the one responsible for baking and cutting the cake – says, wrinkles showing near her eyes and mouth as she smiles at Frisk's mother. “You introduce us to a new friend… Right on your thirty-secondth birthday!” She then looks back at him. “What is your name, young man?” she asks, keeping her smile.

               The youngest of the two already seems to notice just how uncomfortable Sans currently feels, as she bites back a wobbly smile of her own, just as he rubs behind his neck and avoids the older woman's gaze.

               “...sans,” he replies, attempting a polite nod. “pleasure to meet you.”

               “Fourteen years,” Sister Gabriel – the one setting slices down for each person to take – says, joining in with just as much merriment. “Quite a feat, don't you think so? She has contributed plenty to our convent since her family left her in our care seventeen years ago!”

               The woman appears at least a decade younger than Sister Theresa. Hints of colour in her hair are part of the evidence that suggests her age, adding to that the simple jewellery she wears on her wrists and neck, plus the subtle makeup on her face. Salt and pepper locks can be seen behind her ears, and the reddish tint to her pale skin reveals she has been outside without any sunblock. The colours of her habit are far more vibrant, and contrary to the other nun's clothing being a size too big, this one looks a size too small, as the length of the skirt displays part of her legs. Her smile shows she doesn't seem bothered by the concerning amount of information she's provided in one go, much to the great displeasure visible on the other two women's expressions.

               “...Gabriel,” Sister Theresa says, frowning, while Frisk's mother sighs in approval. “Please, control yourself.”

               “Oh,” the one in question replies, placing a hand on her cheek. “But… Does it not feel like he already cares deeply for this place? He called yesterday, asking if Sister Magdalene was doing alright!”

               “i only wanna know ‘bout the people frisk sees every day,” Sans states, against letting this drag on or having assumptions made about what he wants. “that's what i'm here for, and nothin’ else.”

               “But you asked about Frisk, and how their mother was doing,” Gabriel insists, smiling wider. “Perhaps, you refuse to admit it, but… You are being motivated to worry about Frisk and Sister Magdalene, even if you are trying not to let that happen.”

               “Either way, sir…” Sister Theresa frowns. “You have made it here, and that is what matters most. Could I ask what prompted you to return… apart from learning about who Frisk associates with?”

               “they've been sick, so i brought this.”

               Sans slips out a paper bag from the inside of his jacket, and he tries not to chuckle when he notices Frisk's mother seems just a little too curious about what that could be, her wide gaze following each movement he makes.

               “What is this?” a new nun asks, appearing from behind him and taking the item from his hands. She looks at the heart-shaped locket she pulls out of the bag, suspicion clear in her gaze. “...A protective charm, perhaps?”

               “sorta like one, yeah.”

               And – as if arriving in order of age – she seems to be the youngest of the three women he's greeted today, likely in her fifties. Black bangs decorate her forehead, and there's a mole at the left corner of her chin. Her clothing fits just right, and though her face shows maturity, there isn't a hint of a wrinkle anywhere around. The sharp scent of sterility hangs in the air as she stands before him, and blue gloves protect her hands. She has brown skin a shade darker than the first nun he'd met, along with eyes of a similar colour.

               “...I’ll be studying it, then.”

               She secures the locket in a tight fist, slips it into her habit's pocket, and – finally – walks off to where the two oldest nuns are sitting.

               “Are you married?” she asks, her question far too blunt for her to be looking so stern.

               Caught off guard, Sans remains silent for a few seconds, until he processes his answer.

               “no, uh…”

               He looks left, and he looks right.

               All three nuns – minus the one he’d met before today – stare intently at him.

               The one not staring at him seems busy with the tea leaves she's gone off to inspect, these dropped onto the coffee table with the arrival of the new nun.

               So, he takes that as him needing to answer in a way that will keep the group interested, at least until the one responsible for dragging him into this messy introduction finishes doing whatever she's doing with those tea leaves she won't stop shuffling through.

               “but i used to be,” Sans says, trying his best at a sad visage through the dimming of his irises, the lowering of his droopy gaze, and the deep fall of his usual grin. “she passed away two years ago, and that's why i wanna look after frisk a bit more, since they're like a siblin’ to my own kid.”

               Heavy silence and worried expressions ensure things are already moving in his favour.

               Though, he can't allow himself to let that show, no matter how his skull itches to be permitted a triumphant grin.

               “and cuz the two of ‘em haven't been feelin’ well since they got to the surface… i've been wantin’ to ask sister magdalene if she can help me with the situation.”

               Everyone's gazes turn toward the one he's mentioned.

               In response, she slips the tea leaves into a bag, sits back down, grips the bag in her hands, and clenches it like it's her lifesaver.

               “You know how to make monster medicine?” Sister Evelyn – seemingly the second youngest of the four Sisters present – asks, a frown on her face.

               “U- Um…”

               At the sight of Sister Magdalene being unable to reply, Sans decides it's best to carry on with the act.

               “she's been givin’ it a shot,” he intervenes, sitting up straighter and glancing at her side. “…ain’t that right?”

               She meets his eye sockets, then nods – once, and slowly.

               “...Yes.”

               A harrumph follows, and she fixes her posture before sparing another glimpse at him.

               Then, she breathes deep, looks elsewhere, and closes her eyes.

               “Very few hospitals accept monsters into their facilities, so I have been… trying to make up for that.”

               Her chest rises and falls like a hammock against a soft wind.

               “It- It doesn't feel right to do nothing, when I am aware I can do at least… something. Or anything.”

               “Is it truly necessary for you to get involved with something so dangerous?” Evelyn intervenes, her sorrowful voice deepening. “You should let professionals deal with this issue.”

               “Even if guilt stops me from living peacefully?” A glare forms on Magdalene’s expression. “Trying to help is better than not trying at all!”

               “You aren't prepared enough for this, and you know it, Sister Magdalene.” Evelyn scoffs. “You would be better off facing a horde of hungry wolves than dealing with something so… reckless.”

               And then, she scowls.

               Magdalene, contrarily, smiles and walks off to the monster's side, propping her hands gentle yet firm on his shoulders – the way she squeezes leading him to believe she wants him to follow along.

               “Even if I'm not, Mister Serif and I made an agreement,” she says, leaning closer, until she's almost resting her chin on top of his skull, though she shows she knows better than to do something like that with a stranger. “He will offer me safety and resources, while I will use that to perform the needed experiments to make effective medicine for humans and monsters alike.”

               Still, the closeness her actions bring reveals that not only is her heart thumping like it wishes to be set free, but that she wants this to end, judging by how much her hands tremble as she tries to let him go.

               And it's at this precise moment that he's reminded of the day after he first met her, when he was in the garden with her, and when she confessed she believed he looked like trouble.

               “If my research were found out by people who are in disagreement… then the trouble would not be as worrying as it would be, if I were to focus on both species, instead of just monsters.”

               The idea of her being threatened by him brings about an uneasy feeling in his soul, like he can't figure out whether he wants that or not.

               “Our agreement…”

               She had been the one to confront him first, after all.

               And despite the reasons for her anger having a sound basis on her worry as a mother, that doesn't mean he isn't against entertaining the idea that he can act dangerous, just to mess with her.

               “...Our agreement is beneficial for both of us. For everyone.”

               So far, she hasn't mentioned to her Sisters what he  told her the day of Frisk's arrival.

               Nor does he believe her Sisters had been witnesses of her angered outburst upon that revelation.

               In their eyes, he's simply an odd monster man who had been kind and caring enough to bring Frisk back home safe and sound, and who she welcomed into the garden with open arms – excluding from that narration the part where she slammed him against a wall and shamed him for how blatant his confession had been.

               “Where will you be making these… experiments?” Evelyn asks, after an extensive silence from everyone around, the sole thing to keep calm being the sound of water boiling close by and birds chirping in the distance.

               “Here,” Frisk's mother replies, finally walking away from him to tend to the boiling water. “I won't be going anywhere,” she carries on, giggling. “...If that's what you're so worried about.”

               The eldest of the two huffs while the other laughs again, the disclosure of Sister Evelyn's true intentions seeming to lighten the mood.

               “With Frisk being the Monster Ambassador and their health not being the greatest, Mister Serif offered that solution, so that we can both… overcome certain obstacles.”

               Her voice breaks at that last line.

               “Surely, if you've… r- read the news since their arrival last week…”

               Even from the distance she's at, Sans can still see how her body shakes as she picks up the boiling water and pours some into each cup she's set on the counter.

               “You've…”

               She sets the empty pot on the stove, then grabs a pair of cups, only to set them back down on the counter.

               “You've seen what they plan to do with my child… Don't you?”

               And as he saw coming from a mile away, she slips in her actions and burns herself with the stovetop.

               In response, she hardly flinches, wet eyes and a shaky smile divulging her primordial concerns.

               “They will be taken for questioning,” Theresa says, a grey, grim look on her face. “So that we may understand their reasons for freeing monsters from the Underground, even though they were treated poorly?”

               Seemingly fatigued, he sees Magdalene rest her back against a counter, slouch, and cover her face with her palms, nodding into them – once and firmly.

               “That is what brings into my attention just who are we letting into our convent as of late…” Evelyn says, her disagreement returning. “Undoubtedly, if most monsters brought harm upon them, you must be no exception, Mister Serif.” A brisk pause arrives with a sigh. “And though I'm sure you must mean well, you have yet to repent for what you've done. Right now…”

               Her trailing off is accompanied by her standing up and pointing a finger at him.

               “You are the chief of sinners,” she says, anger manifesting in her eyes and tone. “Frankly said… You are a wolf dressed as a sheep, trying to make yourself fit into a rigid mould you cannot possibly ever force yourself into – no matter how much you try, and no matter how much you attempt to redeem yourself for it.” Another pause arrives. “And… That is without bringing into this how you treated Sister Magdalene the day after Frisk's arrival, with you yanking her rosary away and… exposing her the way you did, even after she offered you an apology you did not deserve, and even her friendship, despite your questionable background.”

               She walks to the door and opens it, gesturing for him to pass through the frame, sunlight blinding his gaze.

               “Do yourself a favour, sir, and leave while I am still feeling merciful.” She scoffs. “You can keep your agreement with Sister Magdalene, but I sincerely do not want you here. Bring her whatever resources she may require, but stay away from her and this place. We will protect her the way we always have.”

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@itsberrydreemurstuff

[therubberducklad]

(Guess who gets to be sans and papyrus in my Undertale x Monkie kid auuuuu! Hint: Mei is Sans & red son is papyrus)

“When MK made eye contact with the stranger, he could of swore he’d met her before. Something in her eyes felt so… familiar. He then realized she looked like Mei. His best friend from 1st to 3rd grade. But that would be impossible, he’d been to her funeral. And she had never looked this put together. This confident.”

((Tang found Mei after she fell into the underground as a young child. Her parents where not good people and she ran away. Growing up her best friend became red son. Red son wants nothing more than be the one who finds someone with Monkey Kings powers- freeing them all from the underground. And impressing his dad.

(Btw I’m not changing any of the Lego Monkie kid character’s personality’s in this au. Just the circumstances)

So far we have

MK as Frisk

Mei as Sans (lmao sans undertale)

Red son as Papyrus

Bai He as Chara

Tang as Toriel

Pigsy as Grillby(he gets to play a more important role dw)

Sun Wukong as Asgore

Macaque as Flowey… kinda? He is not Sun Wukongs child, he was his mate and Bai He’s father figure.

[aventurineswife]

I accidentally forgot to mention that the data I just said is set in a "modern" universe. Where the helpers of the gods (or demigods) can be seen by humans.

The reader being a messenger servant of the god Inari, although he no longer has ties with this god, because of this the villagers decided decades ago to pretend that they did not exist but there were some who were slightly suspicious giving him expired food or with blades in the food, once the reader ate one of these foods and hurt his tongue, but not too much, which made him develop resentment towards the villagers of the village. Giving them the same treatment that they had given him, causing their crops to be damaged on purpose, the rest is history.

The food thing was inspired by what happened in 2018 at an Undertale convention, where they gave an artist who made Frisk x Sans cookies with needles. Miraculously, the artist was not too hurt, leaving her tongue slightly bruised while the supposed "fan" was arrested.

-💤🩵 anon

A "modern" universe where humans can see demigods and divine servants? That’s such an intriguing concept! It must create a fascinating tension between the mystical beings and humans, especially with the reader being a former servant of Inari. The idea of someone so divine and proud being mistreated by humans feels both tragic and thought-provoking. 💔

The reader’s estranged connection to Inari is really powerful. Having once been a revered messenger but now abandoned by the god must leave a deep mark on the reader’s identity. Their resentment toward the villagers feels so justified, especially after enduring their cruelty for decades.

The expired and tampered food offerings? That’s incredibly cruel and resonates strongly with the real-life incident you mentioned. 😔 The villagers' actions show the worst of humanity—resentful and fearful toward something they don’t understand. The reader’s injury, though minor, still serves as a haunting reminder of their mistreatment.

The reader damaging the villagers’ crops in retaliation is a poignant turning point. It illustrates how pain and mistrust have shaped them into someone who no longer seeks to coexist peacefully. Their actions reflect their justified anger but also hint at their loneliness, given how Kakavasha’s kindness is such a stark contrast.

The modern setting also adds interesting layers—imagine how demigods and divine helpers fit into today’s world. Do humans view them with awe, fear, or indifference? How do divine beings navigate modernity while holding onto their ancient roles? The reader seems to embody that struggle perfectly, stuck between their past servitude and their current isolation.

The real-life incident with the artist is truly disturbing but serves as a powerful inspiration to highlight themes of betrayal, cruelty, and resilience.

[evilgirlboob]

this ones too obvious

first off i just dont like soriel bc yknow, some people will just ship every m/f pair of friends together

like sure people ship EVERYONE and it happens with friends who are the same gender but the 2 most popular ut ships are female frisk x sans and toriel x sans like- why

and also it makes me uncomfy. but for a good reason that isnt just “i dont like this.” sans has said he doesnt wanna date anyone, or that he was too lazy to date- i forgor which

anyways he hinted at being aro or something

i just dont like the ship ok

[bonbonandjasper]

Day 12: Cringe

Mama Frisk being.... Mama Frisk. Nothing more to say.

[theriverdraws]

I know most people can agree the interpretation of "chara being a merciless killer and true villain of the no-mercy route" really damages their character and purpose etc, but I would also add that interpreting Chara as the player, or even interpreting Frisk as the player in some ways, also ruins the point of the ENTIRE GAME.

Undertale works in this meta story where YOUR actions matter, and YOU are in control. You can reset and go back AT ANY POINT in the no-mercy route, which really wouldn't be consistent if Chara was in control (no matter what their intentions are). Saying that the player isn't in control of their actions and putting the blame on "x" character really just damages the entire point of this route and themes. Chara says the player isn't the one in control because by that point there's nothing you can do anymore.

But you could beforehand. You and Chara are partners, they only reincarnated and chased power because of YOU and YOUR actions. And if you do the route again, they even recommend that YOU try something different, because they can't do that for you. Well, what if Chara and the player are the same person? I don't believe that works.

Even though they have the name you choose for them, they already have their own backstory and personality despite what we do. Naming them serves the purpose of the cool plot twist with the name, and also serves to validate Asriel/Flowey's projection which is my third point - Asriel/Flowey is projecting hard.

No they're never talking to Chara in the final battle in the pacifist route, they're talking to Frisk. Even when you've done the pacifist route and Flowey warns you to not reset anymore and says "let Frisk live their life, see you later Chara", if you keep checking with him to see what he's gonna say next, he realizes that he is not talking to Chara neither and his whole demeanor changes (or maybe that dialogue only appears after neutral routes where he lives, gonna check later). So, who is the player? Frisk? Well, yes but no.

Frisk is a self-insert to the player, their arc is the same as the player's in the genocide route (them losing their empathy). But they are their own character, it's literally one of the plot twists of the game when they reveal their own name to really make the point that they are NOT us, not entirely. It's hard to see Frisk's personality shine through, but it's still there. They're an empathetic person, they hug Asriel to comfort him. They don't insult Snowy's mother in the true lab, however they know some MEAN insults based on acts in other battles. There's the interesting description of the "Abandoned Quiche" item which hints that Frisk was an abandoned child (not many people know that I imagine, you guys should look it up). And they seem to know some sickass poses and flirt really well.

What I think is happening is that Frisk is in a position that is similar to Kris' but they aren't self-aware like they are, perhaps because Frisk's soul is truly theirs? But if we think about it in that way, then the player must be a character in the game somewhat. So who is the player?

Well, they are: The Anomaly.

Sans mentions the anomaly as the one who is controlling the timelines, resetting and restarting. Flowey must have been the anomaly before the player showed up since they resetted often and it's hinted he fought sans in some timelines. We are the ones that control the timelines now though, we're the ones that control Frisk, that don't let them be happy. The player is the anomaly.

TL;DR The player is not Chara, and is not Frisk (entirely). The Player is the "Anomaly", the one who controls the timelines and Frisk. Which makes us an actual character in the game, without ruining the Meta-Meaning of it's story. Interpreting the player as any other character ruins the message of the game about the player's empathy and consequences of our choices.

(Sorry if I sound like an asshole, you can interpret the game as you like msjskj. Make that comic, draw that fanart, be happy bud).

[carlyraejepsans]

Ship bingo- Alphys x sans ?

oh i am INSANE about salphys, I'm already thinking about their hinted friendship 24/7 so i have no problem throwing romance into the mix as well. it's one of my favourite ut rarepairs they're just so!! PARALLELS MAN!!!

But! i am very, very specific with it, I don't like it in just any context (like any ending where undyne is still alive for example) and though i crossed "would do/read fic about it" I'm not sure yet if there's anyone other than myself i can trust to really Get the vibe I've got going for them y'know? specifically, the contexts i enjoy this pairing in are two

pre canon, back when they were colleagues (?) long before frisk falls to the underground. it's the supidest, most ridiculous relationship they've ever had, it lasts a while but eventually doesn't work out and part on extremely good terms for ex partners. sans buys undyne a "gay-mer girl" shirt for gyftmas so she and alphys can match (alphys kicks him in the shins at the dinner table about it later, but it's affectionate) and alphys still inevitably wanders to the little handmade socks+mittens stalls in street markets to find the ones with the funniest patterns like "oh this one's so tacky, he'll love it" then tags him in the pics on undernet.

post neutral queen Alphys ending

'nuff said

[garvi-oddis]

MWAHAHAHAHA! TIme to rank Undertale ships and no one is stopping me!

Hey, this is all my personal opinion and if you ship any of these then good for you its your opinion as well and no matter how badly I'll rate these ships please don't let this stop you of shipping it :)

Plus no AUs included for I am not an AU fanatic. Anywho, let the ratings begin!

Frans, Frisk x Sans: Ah yes, the most popular of the fandom and probably more adored than Alphyne... Now my ranking is an 2/10. My reason? First Frisk is an child, its been hinted alot in the game, their sprite and their official art already looks child like. Sans is somewhere around his 30s and its already weird enough... And aging them up to ship them with Sans??? No thank you please. And plus it isn't the worst that I've seen in this fandom so good for you Frans.

Chans, Chara x Sans: Same reason as Frans 2/10

Papyryne, Papyrus x Undyne: Their friends guys, FRIENDS. Its kinda cute I gotta admit but really their just good friends nothing more than that. 3/10

Muffet x Grillby ( idk their ship name ) I see the concept but won't Grillby might accidently burn the spiders? 5/10

Grillby x Sans ( also dont know their ship name ) I like the concept and it does makes sense to me. 6/10

Charisk, Chara x Frisk: I do believe in the narra chara theory buuut I really see them as friends and really I don't feel anything about them being together.. Its really a no. 3/10

Charsriel, Chara x Asriel: I KNOW THEIR ADOPTED BUT NO, JUST NO. TOMATO POTATO SIBILINGS ARE SIBLINGS DINGUS. 0/10

Asgoriel, Asgore x Toriel: I used to ship them together but now I'm kinda iffy since Toriel has her boundaries and I respect that. If they will have some romantic interactions or if she's ok with him then hell yeah I'll ship them but for now its a no. 5/10

Soriel, Sans x Toriel: Controversial opinion, but I kinda like it y'know. Sans was there for her when she needed it the most, their pun buddies and at one of the neutral endings they became roommates so thats cute. I personally see them as friends but its a cute ship. 7/10

Grillster Grillby x Gaster: uhhh they never met but, the fanfics are good and I really like seeing them interacting with each other y'know. but still 2/10

Papyton, Papyrus x Mettaton: Like the concept but no 4/10

Blookyton, Nabstablook x Mettaton: They might be cousins just saying... 0/10

Friskriel, Frisk x Asriel: I know they saved him in pacifist but no. 2/10

The royal guards, 01 and 02: Their seriously underrated like why does nobody talk about these two??? WHY????? 100/10

Alphyne, Undyne x Alphys: I've been saving these two for the last. 100/10 do I even need to explain myself?

Phew thats the ratings, fight me

probably might do a part two if theres enough suggestions

[starclast]

...If you are not very careful...your possessions will posses you :)

[rosietrace]

Glorious Masquerade, crimson flames (5/?)

Summary: Victoria has been graciously invited to attend the symposium hosted by Noble Bell College in collaboration with Night Raven College. Unfortunately, it seems she has a couple adversaries attending, specifically a certain prince of thorns...

( This does not apply to any of the main stories. )

Author's note: You know what's weird? That when I wrote this, I thought there wouldn't be any plot inconsistency in the future... I might be wrong- Even weirder? Frisk x Rollo in general XD I know crack ships exist but the dynamic would be so interesting between the two!

"Rollo-san, may I speak with you privately?"

Turning his head to invoke eye contact with her, Rollo raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

Victoria's group mates, Zen and Yuuta, looked at her. Yuuta looked more anxious, while Zen appeared bewildered yet relaxed. And you'd assume that it would be the other way around.

"How come, Victoria-san? Is something troubling you?" Rollo questions, attempting to subtly get the answer out of her.

By instinct, a fake smile was beautifully painted on her face."It is simply a trivial question, but one that involves my family. May I speak with you privately so we can discuss it?" Though she was wearing an expertly crafted white butterfly mask, it didn't hide the malice she subtly had in her eyes.

Zen gulped, anticipating that Rollo would reject her offer and deem her suspicious. But to his absolute surprise, that didn't happen at all.

Rollo nodded without a hint of reluctance in his body language. It irked him for some reason.

What the hell is that guy hiding…. He better not try and hurt my sister. Zen clenched his fists and his anger sent a chill down Yuuta's spine.

Victoria and Rollo walked away from them and went to talk in a private area. Just as Victoria had requested.

"I've complied with your request to speak privately. So, Victoria-san, what is it about your family that you wish to discuss?"

"Ah…. You see, Rollo-san… It is wrong to lie."

Rollo's eyes narrowed suspiciously, and he crossed his arms.

"Whatever do you me-"

"Bless you, for speaking such truth. For your lies need to be revealed. Mirror mirror, dispel their deceit-"

"That won't work, Victoria-san."

With her eyes turned to glass, rendering them useless, she heard Rollo sigh heavily."I would've thought that the heiress to such a prestigious family would have better manners, but I suppose I was wrong in that regard." She heard.

"What are you hiding, Rollo Flamme." The grip on her handheld fan tightened, making Rollo bite back a laugh.

"What I'm hiding… Is none of your concern. Whatever you do to try and stop what you THINK I'm doing, it won't work. So let's just pretend this never happened and that we were simply discussing trade dealing… Okay?"

She could feel her anger increase with each second. Victoria was smart, she knew that, and with smarts came analytical prowess.

And even if she currently didn't have her eyesight at the moment, she could practically feel Rollo's smugness behind a poker face. A feat that she was also equally capable of.

".... Fine." She muttered in response to Rollo. The latter hummed and escorted her out of the area, and back to her group.

Zen held her protectively when he noticed her eyes were glass, and he scowled."What happened?" he surveyed Rollo, wanting an immediate answer to his question.

Rollo sent him a scowl to challenge his own."She was simply trying to get into a business she didn't need to involve herself in, Zenith-san." Rollo replied, his eyes giving the impression of a warning.

A warning that both Zen and Yuuta understood.

Rollo walked away to survey the campus with his vice president and assistant, leaving Zen and Yuuta with Victoria.

Zen's eyes soften with worry."Are you okay, Tori?" He asked gently, fixing her hair a bit. Victoria bit her tongue.

She wanted to tell them what she learned, even if it wasn't much. But something within her told her not to until she felt it was the right time.

"... I'm fine, Zen."

Yuuta approached them awkwardly."You don't look okay, Vic." His attention was no longer on the troublesome fire-breathing familiar, but now on one of his group mates.

Victoria scoffed."I'm fine, Sumeragi. You don't need to worry about anything." Flapping open her fan, she began to delicately fan herself.

While doing so, she and Malleus unintentionally locked eyes.

Why does this keep happening? That was what Victoria thought, and she rolled her eyes at him and walked away with Zen and Yuuta to continue exploring the campus.

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(I'm not sure if this could be a warning BUT, to those who don't like the idea of Rollo x Frisk or Rollo Flamme in general, you might not find much enjoyment in this segment, which takes place in Frisk's point of view.)

This is more self indulgent than plot relevant so-

If Frisk had to describe her current emotion right now. It would be denial.

Freyah was the one who suggested it, and while she didn't mind the idea, Frisk thought that she should've expected Freyah to get lost in the festival crowds.

At that moment, she was on her own.

Walking around the festival and trying not to catch any unwanted attention was already difficult. The fact that Frisk wasn't wearing a mask made it even more embarrassing.

Did I leave my mask at noble bell college?... By the seven… Frisk thought, mentally flicking herself in the forehead for forgetting something so crucial to her clothing.

Almost conveniently enough, Frisk stumbled across a small stall that sold masks. And one mask, in particular, caught her eye.

It was your typical masquerade mask, the kind that was popular in movies that involved masquerade scenes. But it caught Frisk's eye because it might match so well with her dress.

But you know what made buying the mask so difficult for Frisk? Social anxiety!

She was a little too scared to approach the salesperson so she could buy the mask. As much as she wanted it, Frisk felt like it was better if she just-

"What are you staring at, Frisk-san?"

She yelped, her hair rising a bit as she turned around to see Rollo."A-Ah! Rollo-san! W-Well…. I-It isn't anything important, it's rather trivial, actually…." She responded shyly, intimidated by his height.

"What is?"

"W-Well…" Frisk felt even more embarrassed. To start stuttering out of anxiety was already so jarring for her and usually for others, so it felt even more embarrassing that she was instinctively doing it in front of Rollo, someone she's been a bit curious of and wanted to try and befriend.

But to her surprise, Rollo didn't seem annoyed by it at all. To her, it looked like he felt amused by it instead of annoyed.

She awkwardly gestured to the stall of masks. Rollo's eyebrows raised in surprise at the realization that Frisk must've left her mask at his school.

"Did you leave your mask at the academy?"

"I-It was an accident, I swear! P-Please don't get mad-"

"What? I'm not mad, just… Rather surprised that I didn't notice it sooner."

"O-Oh…"

Gently patting her head, without ruining her hair, Rollo walked past her and approached the stall."H-Huh??" Frisk went after Rollo in confusion.

"Which mask do you want?"

"P-Pardon? Well…. I guess the dark blue one. The one that matches my dress…" Frisk murmured, looking away.

Nodding in response, Rollo quickly bought the mask and gave it to Frisk."Here." He said, giving the mask to her."Think of it as a gift, since… It technically is one." They both smiled at each other sheepishly.

Taking the mask from his hands, Frisk nervously put it on while readjusting her hair in the process.

"Do I… Look better?"

Rollo felt his expression soften in her gaze, seeing how well the mask and clothes complimented her so well.

He decided to take her back to her group, and though his response earlier was just a quick nod…

…. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked. With or without the mask.

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Table of contents:

1. Intro

2. What is "Justicetale"?

3. Is this an AU?

4. More Info

5. Characters

6. Chapters

7. Outro

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Hey there!

And welcome to the master post for my Undertale comic, Justicetale!

This post will cover everything you need to know regarding my comic, from descriptions to a table of contents.

Justicetale is a personal fanfiction I'm making into a comic.

The story covers all main events of a true pacifist run of Undertale, but from a different perspective and with new events.

The goal here is basically to tell Undertales story, but from a new perspective and with a new human that makes decisions outside of what Frisk does.

It involves a lot of headcanons of mine, as well as ideas on what could happen if extremely varied choices are made.

So in short, my own take on the events of Undertale.

Errrr, yes and no?? (I like being complicated)

You can see me reffer to this as an AU from time to time for the sake of simplicity, but I wouldn't consider this an AU compared to the intense work of major AUs.

This is just my own little passion project, but if for some reason you like an idea I utilize in this, by all means use it! I can't take too much credit for this, since I'm building off of Toby Fox's wonderful world and characters.

-❤ I will be doing my best to get pages out in batches of 6.

I'm doing full color but in my more messy style so I don't lose motivation. But who knows, some pages may be more elaborate than others depending on my current work load.

-💙 This will contain OC x canon and hints at Toriel x Sans. This comic is entirely SFW though and I'd rate it at around 13+, so safe for Amino.

Toriel x Sans is the only non-canon ship referenced in this, just as a heads up for anyone curious!

-💛 If for some reason you'd like to make art based on my comic, I would be very flattered! My only rule is NO NSFW art involving my OC. No exceptions. Thanks!

You can find some brief character introductions here!

Chapters will be posted here as the posts for them are made!

• Chapter 1, part 1

Below here will be a few pieces of various art I've done based on this so far, as well as my OCs ref sheet!

Thanks so much for stopping by, and I hope you'll enjoy as it comes out! :)

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Sixteen | Dummy! (Part 2 of 3)

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When you're done freshening up, dinner's already underway. The scent of vegetables and broth hits your nose, and the cold temperature left behind by the storm brings forth an additional hint as to what the monster's cooking up for dinner. You try to stay soundless as you sneak off to the kitchen and stand behind him, looking over his shoulder when you make it there.

"I can tell you're here, pal," Sans says, chuckling. 

He turns to you with a spoon held out in his hand. There's a sample of soup on it, waiting to be tested. The scent reminds you of having missed lunch break due to the stormy weather, with the hours it lasted bringing forth your boss's decision to call the rest of your shift off. You were supposed to be at your last meeting by now, but the rain and wind had proven to be superior, canceling all plans. Less work meant less pay, though you try to refrain yourself from worrying too much about that right now. "Taste it." He offers it out to you, still waiting. You, on the other hand, take a while to do anything, overthinking the situation as you then debate on whether to grab the spoon or taste it right off his hand. The first option had the risk of you brushing hands with the monster and spilling the soup in the process, yet tasting it right off his hand was almost unthinkable to do. 

Another thought pops into your mind, and that's whether it was fine to trust the skeleton by tasting the food and giving him the benefit of the doubt about it not being tampered with. Though you knew him for a few months now, it's still impossible not to acknowledge a possibility like that one. If a man you'd known for so many years had ended up leaving you, only to make a scene like yesterday's when trying to get back with you, who's to say a stranger with customs far different from yours wouldn't do something similar -- or worse?

You remind yourself of your main and original task: confronting him and the rest of the monsters over the choices they made back at the Underground, regardless of how charming and kind they were being with you currently. Sans was no less of an exception. This wasn't only for Frisk's safety and their overall state of well-being, but for your reputation as their parent -- and for your peace of mind, too.

You figure you've taken too long based on how the skeleton backs the spoon away.

His grin widens, and he then sips the contents off the spoon, leaving it empty. "I promise it ain't poisoned." He gives his back to you as he goes to wash the spoon, offering it to you after it's been cleaned. "You can taste it now." Sans moves aside, creating space for you to step forward and scoop a bit of the soup still bubbling in the pot.

Just as you're about to eat it though, he says, "I'm not the best cook around, so go ahead and lemme know if it tastes funny." 

A smile forms on your face when you hear that, captivated by the idea of him having no clue how to begin cooking, and even more considering he was at your home instead of his. If it was often difficult for beginners to cook in the familiarity of their own home, you can't imagine how it must feel doing that at another person's place. For a moment, you wish you could've seen him in the process of cooking, an opportunity you'd lost while you went off to shower and change.

When you taste it, what's missing drops into your thoughts; years of having cooked at home reveal the capability of identifying that quickly. You consider the suggestion and confirm what the soup's lacking when you clean up the spoon and take a second sample off the pot. "It's good," you say, setting it aside. "Just needs a bit of salt and more time to stew. The rest is fine."

"Thanks," he replies, hands going back to his pockets. "Paps wants to improve his cooking, so I figured I've gotta better mine some more before I teach 'im anything."

Again, your mind finds itself in a conflict. While it's charmed by the thoughtfulness of that comment, it's also clouded by the morose reminder of why you'd asked him to stay for dinner in the first place. To distract yourself, you add the missing ingredient to the soup and walk with Sans to the couch while it finishes boiling.

It feels strange to sit so far apart from each other, but he doesn't close off the distance, nor do you.

You prop a leg over the other and rest a hand over your knee, bouncing the one on the floor when you lack anything more to say. Your thoughts scramble around as you try to find a way to make the situation less awkward. When you glance back at him, you see it's something he also seems to want to end; your gaze meets with his when you both decide to look at each other's side -- synchronizing.

He shifts closer and you do the same, continuing until your hands touch.

Almost immediately, you pull back, yet your gaze remains locked with his, eyes drifting down to his teeth. Even as he gets nearer, you stay put, lost in your thoughts and the risky scenario unfolding. Your brain and heart scream at you to stop; your body -- conversely -- refuses to move out of its current spot and rebels by inching closer to him, until you're near enough to catch the scent of the only soap brand you often bought for showering: soft-scented, cheap, and antibacterial. It's strange to catch that aroma from someone other than yourself. Frisk preferred using a different kind, making the situation much more intimate than you would like it to feel.

You grab his hand again as he leans into you, only stopping himself when your back presses against the armrest. Then, he pulls his hand back and uses both to hold your shoulders and corner you right into place. Height difference makes it so that his legs stay knelt on the couch while yours hang off it, these tucked aside as you focus on the matter at hand. He brings himself closer as he tries to level out your heights, grip on you staying. The sound of your heart and of the soup simmering by the kitchen are the only two other things to keep your mind occupied from what's happening; anticipation makes your breaths waver.

As if the situation couldn't get tense enough, the door of the living room opens and in barge two people, leaving you in an iced state. 

Rather than Frisk and Toriel, it's Frisk and Jerry who stand at the frame, one casting a look of betrayal at the monster while the other scrutinizes the scene. You try standing up, yet the monster's hands hold you back, body held up over yours -- still cornered. His face reveals nothing but conflict, an expression similar to your state of mind regarding how freely to act with him. 

Jerry leaves without a word and shuts the door too slow for it to even click. Frisk does the rest of the job for him by locking it, checking it again, and saying nothing themselves as they look at you in the eye and sign, "Can we talk later, ren?"

Still in a tough position, you nod once, lacking strength or words to say anything out loud. 

Sans doesn't move even as Frisk disappears into the hallway.

You see his irises falter when you look at him; his gaze isn't fully there. A few drops of sweat are present on his forehead, and you can feel his hands grow colder with each second. "...Are you okay, Sans?" you ask, voice faint. "I, um... I think the soup should be ready now."

You hope that's enough to snap him out of it, only to have that contradicted when his hold on you stays. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)," he mutters, huffing, "I failed you."

Sans moves back while you sit up straight; silence returns. He stands up and goes to turn off the stove, all done within more time than you would expect as he chooses to stay there a few more minutes, staring aimlessly at the kitchen's wares. You rest your hands on your knees, and you wait to see what he does next. There's not much you can do now that you were caught in a moment like that one, and there's no time to beat yourself up over it, either. All you can do's admit your blame where it best seemed fit, and that was in letting your inner voice act before you. You'd given it your strongest efforts to wait until your first year of college to date Jerry, only to then wait until you had a stabler job by your second semester to actually do anything more serious with him, and later waited six more years alone, watching as Frisk grew up in your care for most of the time, only to let your wants show through now of all times.

Excuse through excuse -- be it valid or not -- you'd restricted yourself at every moment you saw possible.

All that, and yet it still felt as if you hadn't done enough.

You wanted to be stronger. 

"Frisk told me 'bout your situation," Sans says, distracting you from your thoughts. "Not whatever happened with Jerry, but the way you see monsters, and well… me, in general." He turns away from the kitchen and sits back down on the couch, looking directly at you, though for wholly different reasons than earlier ago. His hand stays over yours, more comforting than sultry. Were you to know him for any longer, you would've assumed he's holding his soul on his sleeve, yet you remind yourself he's still a stranger. "Maybe this's my habits showin' up, but if I were to judge you based on what they told me, I'd say you're labeling yourself as the bad guy." His fingers intersect with yours, squeezing your palm. "Of all the things I've gotten to learn about you, this's one of the least you should be blamin' yourself for. If anything, you're not exactly the only one responsible for all that's been happenin' right now."

Your breaths grow tighter the longer you keep listening to him. Your heart's racing again, yet it's not the same as before. The monster lets your hand go, continuing with, "I can't tell you just how different we are from each other, and how much I wish I had a fraction the amount of willpower you and your kid have." He sighs; a hint of a smile shows despite the furrow in his gaze. "You've got some things right about me, and one of 'em's havin' chosen to act too late. Being unable to be there for those I care about, more specifically." His nose cavity flares as he lets out a stifled laugh, remorse showing in spite of his best efforts not to let that happen. "I hate who I used to be, and even now, I still feel like I could've done more. I wanna try harder, but I don't have a clue on where to start with that."

Sans tries to stand up, yet fails to. He heaves out a breath as he closes his eye sockets and surrenders himself back on the couch; he rests his elbow over the armrest and lets his chin rest on his hand. After that, he looks back to your side, an apologetic gaze showing as his grin widens and his crease deepens, the way his monster anatomy worked allowing him to further display similar movements to that of a human narrowing their gaze. "Keep taking credit where it's due, (Y/N). And when you've got somethin' you want to improve, try your best to overcome it." He pauses, and the crease in his gaze lessens as he casts a fonder look at you. "Not that you ain't tryin' already. But you're still takin' up too much of the blame, and not realizing when you can be free. It doesn't have to be with me -- or anybody else, for that matter -- but try to live life a lil' more. Don't just dwell on the past and restrain yourself from stuff you want to achieve for yourself. You should live for you, just as you're tryna live for others."

He closes his eye sockets and brings a hand to his face, rubbing his forehead until he lets out a hushed sigh. Then, he opens them and straightens up on his seat, hands resting on his lap. There's a brief pause, broken when he breathes in again, saying, "...So a skeleton and a single parent walk into a bar," he takes another stop, continuing with, "One bares their skin to the bartender, earnest down to the bone," his breath hitches, yet he composes himself quickly, "the other sits back, looks into the past, and then wonders why he's feelin' so lonely."

He huffs and ends it all with a chuckle and an attempt at covering his face away from your sight. You stop him with the brush of a hand, taking his cheekbone when he turns to you. His body's shaking and a few tears escape his sockets, these he tries to wipe with his free hand, only for you to hold him back by doing that yourself. Caught in the moment, you kiss one of them away, the expectance of a salty taste proven wrong as you receive a hint of sweetness instead -- reflecting the memory of your day with him at the pâtisserie. His shoulders shake as he chokes back a sob, breaking down. His hands grab your back, bringing you in for a hug as he seeks more comfort. In that embrace, you can feel how his rib cage rises and falls at quick intervals, slowing down when you hug him back and wait until he breaks it apart.

The wait's as long as you expect it for someone in his state; the weight of his breaths diminish as he calms down and lets you go.

"Sorry about that," he comments, chuckling. "Wasn't really myself for a moment there, huh?"

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i accidentally wrote this essay about post pacifist undertale

ok i did this and it’s incoherent. i literally keep thinking about this i can’t make sense of this please mr.fox give us the forbidden undertale lore in the comics i beg of you

anyway i’ve seen arguments for and against the idea that UT takes place 100 years after 201x. Some say its more likely to be a few years but that sounds hard to swallow, especially since it being a long time for toriel being stuck in the ruins is essential to her character. it’s asgore and toriel’s immortality and tragedy of being stuck in a perpetual state of grief and inaction that define them. to have it just be a few years, while, to us mortals that’s a long time, but it doesn't hit the same does it? also, why would gerson who was alive back in the war with knights say it’s been a long time since toriel and asgore have been together. when he’s the only one to remember the story of “fluffybuns.”

the only time we get a character (one, mind you, has a meta-sense of humor) talk about how long toriel’s been in the ruins with a real number is with sans saying a hundred years. and that gives us enough time for humans to fall into the underground but still have most monsters be born and grow up without seeing any.

and you can argue around that, and you can look at different game clues that point to the other interpretation like how chara might(?) know the snowdrake family, or how the dog couple competed against asgore and toriel. and toby is very good at story consistency and world building. it’s a strange detail that the dogs would compete with them, especially when they’re still alive. but i’d argue that they’re clearly really old now. their fur is 100% white and they can’t see. which is like, very common for old dogs. tho that doesn’t say a lot since white dogs are also a thing akdsfjasldf 

and honestly idk how intentional this weird timeline thing even is! because like, at the pacifist ending it’s already established frisk is not chara and if it was the future we could at least get some hint to that? but then again if toby just dropped in a sci-fi world or post-apocalypse setting in the credits that’d be super jarring. but then again its not like! we see much??? we see a cityscape in the distance, an empty highway and a beach, all devoid of humans

like... it doesn’t disprove or prove either.

i guess and the end of the day your decision if the 100 year thing is true or not matters purely on personal preference. i find it hard to add real life politics (not as in, actual figure heads. tho that also just feels super wrong) to undertale’s universe like i don’t know the societal factors of either group. what are their populations, where are they, how much money do they have, what’s their education system and how does human society contrast that and interact with that. i hate to think of monsters coming out to our horrible, capitalistic nightmare of a world built on imperialism and a .001% hierarchy ruling class.

that said, it’s still a big factor in why chara and frisk likely chose to go to the mountain. Humanity is terrible, there’s a lot of floweys out there. that’s the whole point.

regardless though, if their world is modern or not, if it keeps the modern structure of awful systems (and frankly, with climate change this isn’t sustainable for 100 more years) its hard to imagine what UT’s surface world is like with just frisk’s fashion and a few quick glimpses. also, equally hard to think of these goofy monsters interacting with our real world in anyway.

also, as a side note, just who is the ruler post pacifist? because i see asgore is still king but he SHOULDN’T frankly, he’s not a good king as much as i love him as a character he’s not fit to rule. toriel is clearly living her dream of being a teacher but who else would rule fairly? a big part of the neutral endings being “bad” endings are that no one is fit to rule the underground.

on-top of that, how do they handle the whole “yeah our king killed 6 kids but like, ya’ll imprisoned us to die in a mountain 1000 years ago and you killed our prince x years ago so we cool? we good? yeah?”do they... not mention it? do they keep it a secret? cause then that’s conspiracy. humanity will want to know how come monsters were trapped and how they got out. they will demand answers.

this haunts me

and i get half the fun of fandom is coming up with your answers and maybe that’s why it’s left to be interpreted, or maybe it was the end of the game and there wasn’t enough room to explore all these things or there could be future material that covers it like how the first UT anniversary had that askblog set in real time 1 year later.

and at this point we could play death of the author, there is no canon answer, there is no 100% complete canon evidence-based result. none of this matters. we gotta pick and choose our own answers

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Captive Love   10

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Sweetheart continues to be pissed at Sans, and works on her plan to escape. Meanwhile Sans is being protective, cute, and sexy.

A/N: Eh, sweetheart is a little clueless, but what can you expect when Paps is scaring the hell out of her? Being loud around abuse survivors is just... generally not nice... not a good way to become their friends... Also, I'm starting another story, one of the multiverse "skeletons and x" ones. Only, instead of meeting nice, safe, skeles first, reader is found by HT Sans. Oh, and he has p l a n s... heh.

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Angry sweetheart.

(Y/n) woke up in the morning, in nearly the exact same way she’d fallen asleep; trapped against Sans’ body, him grumbling angrily near her head, though he was asleep this time. 

Asshole. 

She was wholly uncooperative all morning, up to and including when the time came for him and Papyrus to leave for their work, so Sans tried to keep his patience. 

“there’s some breakfast fer ya on th’ table, sweetheart… look, i don’t know what’s up wit ya, but try an' have a good day, sweetheart. i’ll be back later,” he told her, leaving the room and holding in a growl. 

The hell he doesn’t know!  (Y/n) thought angrily. I hope it’s not more of that nasty lasagna! She let out an angry noise thinking about the disgusting food that Papyrus seemed to think was amazing. 

She waited until she heard the door close, then made her way down to the kitchen, seeing that at least it was eggs and bacon waiting for her with some toast. The toast and eggs were monster food, but the bacon was human food, so she didn’t have to worry about starving to death quite yet. 

She decided that she should wait until the next day to leave, in case they were on guard, thinking she’d try again so soon, so after she ate breakfast, she had nothing to do, and she didn’t want to do anything to help either of these two jerks, so she thought about what she could do that would seem helpful, but would really just be something that would inconvenience them. 

She got an idea, and a vindictive smile lifted her mouth as she went through the kitchen. 

She gathered everything she’d need, cleaning out the last of the supplies for lasagna, and getting to work. 

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Sans had made it halfway through his rounds, still pondering what had happened to his sweet, sweet, sweetheart to make her so difficult -maybe humans were aggressive during that weird heat/mating cycle they had? The one where the women bled?- he tried to think through everything that had happened since she’d last been sweet… 

She’d asked about leaving, but he didn’t have enough energy to take her home, even if he’d wanted to. In fact, he’d hoped that his nap would take so long that there wouldn’t be enough time to get back to the city before nightfall, which it had, so that he’d have that excuse to buy himself more time… 

She’d left anyway, but Papyrus had brought her back when he’d caught her outside- 

oh shit- 

That was it! 

She hadn’t asked to come with him or for him to take her home this morning. 

She was super pissed at him last night after he’d had that talk with Papyrus about collars, she’d probably heard at least part of it, thanks to his brother’s loud as hell voice.

fuuuuuck! Sans groaned and slapped his forehead. 

Papyrus had called her his pet.  

no wonder she’s fuckin’ pissed off! Sans dragged his hand down his skull, rubbing at it. she tried ta go, an’ we ain’t lettin’ ‘er… shit! His skull jerked up, his teeth gritting as he realized; she’s gonna run! i gotta get home! but… boss’ll kill me if i don’t finish my rounds… fuck… fuck, fuck fuck fuck! Anxiety welled up inside him as he rubbed his skull, trying to figure out a solution. 

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It was the fastest Sans had ever done his rounds, keeping an eye and ear out, talking to his contacts, making sure that everyone was keeping in line and not getting out of hand or causing trouble, basically the general ‘making sure everyone had a nice, peaceful life’ schtick, but actually moving fast instead of his normal 'got nowhere to be' pace. 

The front door opened, and he stepped in, his breathing slightly heavy. “doll?” He called nervously through the house. “ya here?” 

He heard a noise in the kitchen and went through the doorway, seeing her cooking, her hands dirty and a pan half full of strange, rolled up shapes. 

She looked up at him from her project, a half rolled noodle in her hands. 

“uh… whatcha doin’?” He asked, making his way to her. 

She gestured to the pan in front of her where various rolled circle shapes stood, some of their filling showing or squishing out. A pot was on the stove, and as he stepped closer and took the lid off, the smell of real, well made tomato sauce wafted up to him. 

“ya- helpin’ wit dinner?” He guessed, a little anxious, still. 

A smile quirked her mouth, but she caught it before it could be anything more than a small smile and gave a small nod, turning back to her work and ignoring him. She needed to act neutral enough that her attitude this morning wouldn’t seem strange, but also would put them at ease so they’d let their guard down. 

Sans’ hand touched her hip as he rested his skull against the side of her head, murmuring, “ya didn’t have ta do that, sweetheart.” 

(Y/n) took a breath, pushing away her stupid reaction and gently pushed him back, brushing him away to the living room so she could go back to cooking. 

Sans went with her, chuckling. “a’right, a’right, i got it,” he told her, going out to the couch and sitting on it, soon getting more comfortable and falling asleep. 

(Y/n) looked out of the kitchen to check on him at the sound of snoring drifting into the kitchen. Her jaw clenched and she wondered for a moment whether he actually needed to breathe, or it might be possible to strangle him, knowing that she’d never actually do that, but it did relieve a little of her anger. 

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The door opening, slamming shut, and loud derisive snort let her know that Papyrus was home, as well as made her flinch a great deal. 

“SANS, GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP!” Papyrus yelled at his brother, startling him awake before sniffing the air. “WHAT IS THAT SMELL?” He demanded, stepping toward the kitchen. 

(Y/n) looked up at him from the chair she was sitting on, fear spiking in her chest. 

Shit! I forgot how scary he is when I decided to do this…  

Sans had come in beside Papyrus while her gaze was fearfully frozen on him. “sweetheart- she, uh, w-wanted ta help out, cuz ya a’ways work s-so hard on dinner-” he looked up at his brother nervously. “w-wasn’t that n-nicea ‘er?” 

Papyrus seemed to mull this over, a bit of a red glow crossing the ridge of his nasal cavity. 

Oh no… she’d made him very angry again… 

“I SUPPOSE IT’S ONLY NATURAL THAT SHE DO HER BEST TO PAY HOMAGE TO SOMEONE AS GREAT AS ME,” he reasoned, and she could practically feel his ego trying to suffocate her. 

“heh, course, bro. sweetheart is a real… heh… sweetheart,” Sans agreed, a small embarrassed looking red glow hinting on his cheeks. 

(Y/n) saw the glow grow a little as he noticed that she was looking at him, and she looked back and forth between them, reevaluating the glow. Blush? She wondered.  He’s  blushing  , not angry? Why’s he yelling, then? Why is he acting so mad? She shook her head. Jesus, some people make no sense… 

When the timer went off, they ate dinner, Papyrus closely inspecting each bite, and Sans clearly trying to hold himself back as he went for seconds. 

Papyrus caught this, and his brow bones met. “DO YOU LIKE HER COOKING BETTER THAN MINE?” He demanded, sounding offended. 

“uh- no! no, boss!” Sans had started sweating, red drops dotting his skull. “yer cookin’ is the best! i jus’- th-they’re smaller- t-takes more’a ‘em ta fill ya up!”

That seemed to satisfy his brother, and Papyrus picked up another rolled pasta, holding it up and looking at (Y/n). “WHAT DID YOU SAY THIS IS CALLED?” 

“St...ff..d l...sgn...ah,” she answered with a squeak at the end. 

fuck, why’s she gotta be so fuckin’ adorable?! Sans gritted his teeth, a scowl pulling at his features as he tried not to show his emotions. “s-stuffed lasagna, huh?” He asked so that his brother could understand better. 

She nodded. “Th-r… sh...d beh ...nough f...r l...ch t’m...row, t’,”  she told them with a smile, focusing on not letting it get bigger. 

“OF COURSE; THERE IS ALWAYS ENOUGH FOR LUNCH,” Papyrus told her with a small huff, and she couldn’t help the twitch that her lips gave. 

Of course, it was usually because no one ate enough that there wasn’t, and this time, it was because she’d made sure to use the rest of their supply. 

.

Sans watched (Y/n) take a pillow and lay on the floor next to the bed again. 

He held in the irritation that pressed his ribs from the inside. 

“doll, get yer ass on th’ bed, ya ain’t sleepin’ on th’ floor,” he told her. 

She didn’t acknowledge him. 

Sans’ grin widened, but instead of being a happy motion, it was something that would bring fear into those seeing it. “fine, then- but don’t say i didn’t warn ya,” he told her with a verbal shrug. 

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, pointedly not reacting, but jumped when something touched her hip. She froze, her body unable to move as he silently moved behind her and got comfortable, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her flush to him. 

He nuzzled against her neck, giving tiny nips and- ehw! Was that his- Had he just licked her hair?! 

“sweetheart, ya know…” he started, one hand starting to drag the tips of his phalanges over her forearm and hand, “th’ other day, when i walked in on ya…” he nuzzled more against her neck, the tip of his tongue trailing up over a sensitive patch of skin, “didn’t mean ta, but… gotta say, it worked ‘n my favor pretty well…” His hand was toying with the edge of her shirt. “been wonderin’... ya wanna pick up where we left off?” 

A tiny noise left her and he nipped under her jaw, making another noise leave her. 

A hot breath left him and blew over her sensitive skin. “doll, ya sound like ya wanna,” he said softly, his deep voice rumbling through her, and she couldn’t do much more than push out a harsh sigh, trying to sound irritated instead of turned on. 

“mmm, feelin’ pretty warm, there, doll,” he told her, his hand trailing to her hip and lightly rubbing over it. “ya startin’ ta get ‘xcited? could help ya wit that, ya know…” His hand held her hip and pulled it back against him, his hips pressing forward against her. “feelin’ reeaal warm, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hand moving to the front of her thigh and slowly trailing along it, right on the edge of the danger zone, teasing her with what could be. “wanna spread those sexy thighs a lil an’ let me show ya jus’ what i can do fer ya?” He nipped her ear and she could feel another flood of need pool between her thighs. 

“’d never ignore ya like this,” he rumbled. “nah, ’d rather hear ya screamin’ an’ beggin’ fer more.” 

Fuck- why does he have to be so good at this?! I don’t like it- he’s just good at it- I’m mad at him- I hate him! He is trying to give me Stockholm syndrome- psycho asshole!  

Sans nipped and nibbled along her jaw, his tongue flicking out. "sweetheart, ya know… we keep gettin' interrupted… want me ta tell ya what'd happen if we didn't?" 

She shook her head. 

"no?" He asked, satisfied that she was at least talking to him. 

She shook her head again. 

"a'right. well, ya ever wanna know, ya can just ask, i'll tell ya… or better yet, show ya," he assured her, giving a sinful chuckle. 

. 

(Y/n) woke on the bed, not at all surprised, until she remembered that she'd fallen asleep on the floor the night before. 

The morning came and went, and she was patiently waiting for Sans to leave, though he didn't. 

Papyrus had left, slamming the door behind him, two or so hours ago, but Sans was still there. 

Beside her, actually, not letting her get too far away. 

He had her sit at the table as he heated their lunch, glancing back at her regularly as though she’d suddenly disappear silently. 

After they ate, she took the plates and washed them as he stayed at the table, watching her. She was starting to feel more frustrated. 

She'd never escape if he hovered around her like a damn helicopter parent all the time! 

After the last dish was put away, she turned to him, chewing the inside of her lip for a moment. 

"somethin' wrong, sweetheart?" He asked. 

"Gr...sh...ies," was all she said, and he looked at her in confusion. 

"gr-groceries?" 

She nodded. 

"what d'ya need?" He asked. 

She walked to the cupboards, opening them so he could see that they were empty of lasagna materials, which was pretty much all that had been in them. 

A light sweat broke out on Sans' skull, and she felt a little smug, hiding it to her best ability. 

“Br..sh,” she told him, pointing at her hair and then at her teeth. “Sh..mpoo, w-sh,” she motioned to the things she’d do with them, so he had an idea of what she meant. 

The light sweat grew a little heavier on Sans’ skull, and (Y/n) felt a little more accomplished, adding on everything she could think of. 

Did she need floss? No. But she’d ask for it if it’d cause him trouble and make him take longer at the store. 

Sans found himself grinding his jaw. “y-yeah… i-i can get alla that fer ya, doll… gotta get some mustard, anyway… uh- i’ll be back in a bit, ‘k? d-don’t get inta trouble while i’m gone…” 

He shot one last glance at her before walking out the front door and making his way around to a side of the house where she couldn’t see him to use a shortcut. 

Sans hurried into the store, a dark glare on his face as he yanked a cart to him with magic as he made a direct line to where the lasagna supplies were. 

Boxes and tubs were tossed into the cart gently enough that they didn’t burst open, cans of products tossed in less gently. A few bags of salad, a bottle of dressing, toppings, bread, his beloved mustard, a few other things… 

He needed to hurry. He felt like he had been given this task just to distract him so that his sweetheart could trick him, try and leave when no one was there to keep her inside. 

As much as he knew that it was dangerous out there for her, knowing that some monsters had been talking about trying to catch humans, try to extract their souls and put them into food, trying to gain their power, or make their bodies into food just to taste something ‘exotic’, or take their souls and use their soft bodies as playthings, the biggest part of him not wanting her to leave was just that- not wanting her to leave. 

He wanted to keep her to himself, wanted to have the sweet softness of her body against his, the feel and smell of her calming him and his anxieties, wanted to protect her, keep her safe and feel needed and useful, wanted to make her smile at him, smile because of him again, wanted to do all sorts of just filthy things to and with her… 

Sans shook his head, growling at another monster who got in the way as he turned a corner. He got a glare back and ignored it as he continued on his way to the non food things. 

On the way to the aisle with the hair care items, he caught a glimpse of something that stopped him in his tracks in the ‘intimates’ aisle, and it wasn’t just that there were walls covered in socks, panties, and bras. 

His tongue ran over his teeth as his cheekbones heated, and he pulled up his hood to hide the red glow. 

He quickly grabbed the item and tossed it in the cart, burying it under the other items before hurrying to get a brush. 

Of course, when the item was uncovered at check out, he gave the human attendant a glare in response to the questioning look, his gold tooth giving a gleam as he sneered frighteningly. 

The human just shrank into himself and watched the items he rang up with more attention than necessary.

. 

Sans hurried into the house, closing the door behind him, his eyes already up and searching for his sweetheart. 

“sweetheart-” She wasn’t in the kitchen, she wasn’t in the laundry room, the front room, the bathroom…

Sans opened his door and saw his sweetheart on his bed, studying one of his books. 

“there ya are, sweetheart,” he sighed, relief obvious in his tone, and he took a breath to calm his racing heart. “here,” he shoved the bag of non food things to her.

(Y/n) took the bag and peeked inside. “Th...nks.” She put the bag to the side awkwardly and turned back to the book. 

Sans hesitated for a moment, then climbed onto the bed with her, slowly and a bit awkwardly scooting closer to her. “want me ta read it to ya?” 

Have him read her the book? 

How long had it been since she'd had anyone read to her? It had always been a relaxing, peaceful thing to be read to… 

She could hate him and listen to him reading to her… right? 

(Y/n) pushed the book to him. 

Sans seemed to relax a bit, then pushed and tugged at her until she was laying down with her head in his lap. 

She was a bit wary, wondering what he was planning, but he just took the book and started reading it to her. 

"when ya take th' particles from where they originate, ya can cause a certain amount 'a instability…" 

Apparently, she'd picked some science book with something like… particle theory?... or something... in it, not a subject she found strictly interesting, but his deep, accented voice was so calm and relaxing that (Y/n) started drifting off. 

"ya still wit me, sweetheart?" He asked, and she nodded, though her eyes were closed. "a'right, i'll keep goin', then…"