#season toriel

[zelphin124]

SeasonTale - Chapter 7

TW: Slavery, sickness, abuse I'm not sure how much of this I'll continue. I don't think it'll be as good as my other writing, but I do hope to get all the lore out to you guys sometime. This is not me rejoining the UnderTale fandom. Masterpost

~o0o~

Papyrus was barely alive. 

Undye took it upon herself to protect his dying soul from dusting. The time that passed that week was all a blur to Spring, and his anger that he once felt quickly sunk into a deep despair as he could do nothing about the situation. 

The managers beat them ruthlessly, using their whips and fists to double their workload. The fire from the unhealthy habits of the factory only worsened the air quality. Each day, someone got sick, and they were beat for it. 

It didn’t make any sense to Spring!Sans. Why would they hurt someone for being sick? As far as he could tell, he couldn’t control when he felt unwell. 

Which was all the time, now. 

Spring held a small piece of bread in his hands as he stared at Spring!Papyrus, laying on a bed as his skull was half-dusted. Spring!Alphys held his soul together for hours. Spring thought he heard her and Undye conversing about the workload, with Undye doing twice as much so Alphys could keep Papyrus alive. 

His brother wasn’t breathing. He sat there, his bone slowly reforming and dusting as his chest barely moved. His soul didn’t beat, either. The white heart was clasped in another monster’s hands. Had Alphys let go, he would be nothing but a pile of dust. 

Spring glanced at the bread in his hands before he rested it in one of Papyrus’ hands. “You need it more than me,” he sighed, tears streaming down his face. “Please be okay, brother…” 

There was no reply. Spring!Alphys glanced at him with worry. “Kid, you need to eat that.” 

“I’m not hungry.” 

“That wasn’t a suggestion,” Sp!Alphys insisted. “Eat it.” 

There was another whip crack outside the room. Spring shook his head and gently crawled out of the space, trying not to be spotted by the whippers as he returned to his post, fiddling with the wires. 

Cries of pain and hopelessness echoed through the air, but they were often broken by the crack of whips. They were more prominent than usual, as if their work hours were not enough, they increased them, allowing little time for rest and food. More and more of the workers got sick. Spring had attended to most of them; Papyrus had taught him a thing or two about keeping people healthy, and no one was in these conditions. 

Slavery never allowed for such luxuries as health. 

Spring couldn’t help the tears that fell down his face as he thought of his brother. They fell onto the wires, quenching their sparks. It’s my fault... I’m the reason he’s almost dead... 

He listened closely to Spring!Temmie and Spring!Mettaton’s conversation. They talked about how the ‘big boss’ was coming today. They became hushed about the topic when Spring drew closer to listen in more. The only thing he caught was the big boss being a Gaster of sorts. 

Could it be the same one who sold him for a piece of bread? 

Perhaps the pressure of said inspection is what caused the whippers to be more hostile and picky with the work that was being done by their slaves. It was almost unreasonable and insane to expect better work in worse conditions, but there was no consideration of such a fact. 

Spring gently taped the wires together on the outside of another machine as he coughed the smoke out of his lungs. His hands and feet were hurting again. He was covered in black tar and ash. It burned his skin worse than the flames themselves. There was no time to clean up, however. He had spent his free time checking up on his brother, and he had to face said consequences.

This can’t be all there is... Spring wiped his face, feeling his stomach getting nauseous. He knew he was about to hurl. He stepped away from the wires and walked over to the edge of the platforms, resting his head over the edge as he vomited into the fire. For a solid minute, his stomach desperately tried to search for any nutrients, and when it found none, it shot the acid out of his mouth. 

Spring’s cries of pain were disturbing. He could hear some of his fellow slaves approaching him, but they were pushed aside as the familiar, horrifying steps of a whipper came along. “Get back to work, kid!” The monster grabbed Spring by the scruff and lifted him up, turning him to face him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Spring covered his mouth, trying to withhold another puke. No, please, not now—he couldn’t. His body gagged, and his vomit covered the whipper’s face as Spring coughed, tears streaming down his eyes. He looked at the whipper in horror as the goo ran down his face. What have I done? “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I—” 

“You imbecile!” The whipper threw Spring onto the hard pavement, scraping his face. He hurriedly tried to wipe the acid off his face in disgust, cracking his whip. “How dare you defile me?!” 

The whip cracked against Spring’s skull. He cried out in pain as he curled up on the floor, trying to block the whips. Instead of his face, the whips struck his hand, ripping the bones apart as the whipper continued. Blood poured out from them, and Spring whimpered, unable to put his pain into words or a cry for help. 

The whippings suddenly stopped as a loud thud could be heard. Spring hesitantly looked up through the water building up in his skull. 

Spring!Muffet had just punched the whipper in the face. 

She looked at her hands as if she couldn’t believe what she had just done, but that didn’t stop her words from snapping at the abuser. “Pick on someone your own size!” She dared to say. “You’re pathetic for picking on a helpless child! Be a man and choose someone stronger than he!” 

Spring’s eyes widened in fear as he reached out to her. “Muffet, no—” 

The whipper clearly did not find her challenge amusing. He stood up, grunting as rage fumed in his eyes. He cracked his whip to the side. “Own size, eh? Someone like you, then? You know what happens to challengers like you, right?” 

Spring!Muffet’s eyes widened as she raised her hands into fists, all six of them. “To fight for a kid’s life, yes.” 

The whipper raised his whip. It was as if time had gone in slow motion as he slowly brought it down on the monster that saved Spring—

BOOM!

A bright flash of light filled the air. There was a strong gust of wind, sending the whipper flying into the lava below, screaming all the way down. Muffet was also blasted back, barely catching onto one of the railings. Spring was pushed into the wire system, grunting as he tried to stand up, but his hands hurt too much. 

Before him, in the direction that caused a blast, was a bright, white fire. It burned the wood nearby as if it were the sun itself. Who walked out of the fire was someone Spring had never seen. It was too difficult to see, but she looked like Toriel, a similar, shorter type of goat. Her gaze was flat, and she walked with grace. Everything about her glowed like starlight, something Spring had only heard about until now. 

The shouts of the whippers were blurred. They yelled about the hole in the factory before charging at the intruder. “It’s her!” one of the muffled shouts rang through Spring’s ears. “Kill her!” 

One by one, the goat slayed every person that dared to come her way. Despite being hit with some of the whips, they disintegrated on touch. Her hands were surrounded by a white fire, and when she fired at the whippers, they turned into ash immediately. Dozens of them swarmed her, but they were no match for her skills. 

Behind her came a large dragon. It was white, with long eyes, and its head shaped like a gaster blaster. It munched on any whipper or opposer that approached the goat. It was as if it was made from starlight itself. Its gaze turned toward everyone else, turning around to reveal someone on his back. 

Spring’s eyes widened as he observed the little skeleton on the back of the dragon. He… He looks like me. 

The battle waged on, but it was something Spring was in too much pain to notice. He glanced up one more time to find the slaves cheering at some proclamation the white goat gave. She gently approached Spring as everyone rushed out of the factory. 

“Little one,” her voice was more soothing than a thousand ice packs. “Come with me; let me nourish you back to health.” 

Spring weakly looked up at her, his body trembling in pain. He couldn’t form words as the white fire that burned the factory blinded his sight. He reached out his hand, trembling. “B-Brother…” 

“Spring!Papyrus, will be alright. Come with me; you are being rescued and set free.” 

Spring felt her hands wrap around him as she hoisted him up over her shoulder. He didn’t resist as he watched more whippers being reduced to ash. Something about the sight eased his mind, as if they were getting what they deserved. 

The goat climbed up onto the large dragon, saddling it as if she rode it. She held Spring in front next to the other little guy. “Hold on,” she commanded before taking the reigns and flying off. 

Spring watched as the factory went out of sight, getting smaller and smaller as the dragon ascended into the sky he had never seen. His eyes widened in wonder, resting on the beauty of the world before him. The sun greeted him willingly, and suddenly, his soul felt lighter and more at ease. 

Spring had felt hope. 

His hands trembled as he held onto a lower part of the reigns. It took a moment for him to process what was happening, but the cool air felt so good against his skin, he never wanted to leave it. He turned his gaze to the other small skeleton in front of him. The little guy had bruises and thin, snowflake eyes. He was staring right back at Spring the entire time the dragon flew off into the air under the cover of the clouds. He nodded slowly. “Greetings.” 

Spring stared back at him in awe, as if he were looking at himself in a mirror, but a different version of him. Everything was so new, he didn’t know how to process anything that was going on. 

But that didn’t stop him from being polite. His hand trembled as he lifted it in greeting. 

“H-Hello…”

[zelphin124]

Here we are! Toriel Designs! Im so impressed with your skills and you did a beautiful job!

Seasontale Toriel designs for @zelphin124! It was an absolute delight to draw so many variations of goat mom! Seasontale belongs to Zelphin.

[rainy-matcha]

Undertale gives STRONG winter vibes

[amelia-c]

The World Falls Once Again

(TWFOA)

Season 1: Cold Spring

Chapter 2: Dreams (4)

Prologue

Previous

Next

(note)

Time for an outfit change! And stop swinging your toothbrush in the air, Frisk.

[minthy]

I never posted these here, but yeah,

Imma make more content outta my shifting experiences especially my Undertale/KNY DRs, because, HAHAHA, shifting..

anyway, (the main cast?) yeah, my people there.

[7grandmel]

Todays rips: 05/10/2023

He4rt4che and 4SGOR3

Season 4 Episode 2 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume for Nintendo 3DS

Ripped by SonicHeroesFan1

Part of what I enjoy about SiIvaGunner events is seeing all the different ways they can be interpreted by its rippers - how the team works within what's otherwise set up as restrictions. One of the most infamous examples of this, for instance, regards a certain rip from the Phineas & Ferb Takeover in Season 4 Episode 2 - a mashup between Fuck Love and Donkey Kong Country music that at first glance has no connection to the Phineas & Ferb show. Even still, the song used in the mashup was featured as the joke of a moderately popular Phineas & Ferb shitpost video, and said video was used as the prelude to the rip in question - despite XXXTentacion being seemingly entirely removed from Phineas & Ferb, the rip found a way to make itself relevant to the takeover.

Such is also the case with today's pair of rips, uploaded right alongside each other on the Valentine's Day 2020 event. This was the first time the SiIvaGunner channel properly held an event for Valentine's, and they went about it in a rather funny way - rather than focusing on love specifically, the day was themed entirely around loneliness instead - half making fun of incel behavior, half jokes about divorce, cuckoldry and all other forms of rocky relationships. It was a pitch-perfect event for just a day's length, and a lot of the rips uploaded slotted neatly into the above categories. Yet He4rt4che and 4SGOR3 were a bit more subtle in how they related to the joke, and did something really cool with their respective tracks in the process.

Heartache and ASGORE are, as I'm sure you're aware, the battle themes of Toriel Dreemur and Asgore Dreemur from Undertale, respectively. This immediately connects the songs to the event in a way - the characters were once married but had a falling out due to events that transpire before the player meets either one of them, and both are evidently left in a sort of shaky mental state because of it. The themes were intentionally made to share a similar melody and progression, yet they're made distinct in very specific ways - the different time signature and differing instrumentation combined give each track its own distinct feel despite their similarities.

What SonicHeroesFan1 did is, effectively, play around with making the tracks come even closer to one another in similarity, by switching the time signatures between them. Heartache, a track meant to sound unstable and uneasy in large part due to its 3/4 time signature, suddenly has a strangely different energy to it in He4rt4che, still with an overaching tone of sorrow and tragedy yet now sounding a lot more "stable" as it were. ASGORE, meanwhile, is given an almost jazz-like sound in 4SGOR3 when going from 4/4 to 3/4, as its more nimble feel meshes with the still just as powerful instrumentation to remain as confident as ever...yet perhaps a little more emotionally vulnerable? Its fascinating, really, to see just how these seemingly small tweaks - which still basically required rethinking these songs and their progression entirely - affect the listening experience so much.

And, again, its further interesting seeing just how well this slotted into the lonely, troubled emotional vibe of Valentine's Day 2020. These two songs, so inherently different yet also inherently similar, trying to learn from one another almost as if to emphasize, when all it does is just further highlight how different the two are. Its a fascinating experiment, and the pair together were huge surprise hits for me early on in the season.

[deathbyglamour01]

12 Days of Christmas

Snowed In

Day 2 - Trapped together in a snowstorm

Undertale - Frisk & Sans & Papyrus & Toriel

Warnings: none

Word Count: 283

Toriel peered out the living room window at the swirling snow outside. She frowned at what she saw and turned back to the two skeletons, Papyrus on the edge of his seat and Sans slouched lazily. 

“I think you may have to stay the night,” Toriel told them. “There’s a snow storm and I wouldn’t want you two to get injured trying to get home.” 

“eh, it’s alright. Just means I get to keep this one up all night with my <em>amazing</em> Christmas jokes.” He reached over and ruffled Frisk’s hair, who was sitting next to him. They swatted his hand away and stuck their tongue out at him. Papyrus glared at him out of the corner of his eye before looking back to Toriel. 

“OKAY, THANK YOU, TORIEL, FOR LETTING US STAY!” Toriel swatted her hand in a ‘no big deal’ gesture.

“It’s alright, Papyrus, It’s not trouble at all. In fact, it’ll be nice to spend some more time with the two of you.”

***

Frisk wormed their way against Sans’ side and he lifted his arm to allow them with a chuckle. How the Grinch Stole Christmas was playing on the tv and everyone was sitting or laying in various positions on the floor. There were an egregious number of blankets and pillow scattered about and covering the monsters and human. Everyone was cuddled together, warm and cozy. The lights were turned off the room was illuminated by the gentle glow of the Christmas tree and the movie, giving the room an almost nostalgic feeling. Being here, safe, with their family gave Frisk a warm fuzzy feeling and they curled even further into Sans, feeling their eyelids start to drift close.

[underfell]

UF-Ruins: Toriel finds you

I didn't say i was going in the order of the plotline did I?!?!

anyways, I've thought about how Toriel, wouldn't try to kill you. Instead she would still want to protect you. No matter what.

Before Toriel Finds You, After trusting Flowey , all of the monsters in the Ruins try to get rid of you. At some point all of the monsters aren't even trying anymore, in fact they are nowhere to be found.

It's silent.

Flowey realizes if he wants to accompany you, he's going to be in constant danger in the Ruins.

A well fitting disguise is found near Toriel's Rose Bushes in her garbage cans- I'd imagine it would be one of those chase type of rooms. Where if Toriel sees you, you need to run ( I'll dive into this some other time )

Now that you have a Safety Lamp Monster disguise, the monsters will come back out and try to kill you again. Naturally it's still kill or be killed among the monsters. It's better than a Boss Monster chasing you around.

That's what I got for today :- )

BEFORE ANYONE SAYS ANYTHING: " but flowey can just hide" NO, because the disguise is also for avoiding Toriel IN GENERAL !!!!!!! also you don't think she would be able to pull the poor sucker out from under the ground. She's a seasoned gardener.

[sociopathicartist]

hii! :) i had an idea for a quick oneshot, maybe how (classic) sans told the reader that he liked them? or maybe their first date? love your writing btw!

thank you for requesting! i had fun writing this, i haven't written too many confession scenes before. sorry it took 4ever to come out, i was battling for a while on this because i felt like it was flowing very choppy, but i wanted to get it out for you guys to read so i’ve swallowed my pride and returned with this. thanks for reading ! :3

Bzzt.

Bzzzt.

…

Bzzzzzt.

You groaned and snatched your phone off your bedsheets, waking up to the constant buzzing of your phone going off. Who in the world was blowing up your messages?

Oh. Sans.

13:01 - still on for today?

13:02 - if not its ok we can just watch movies

13:04 - orrrrr we dont have 2 hang if its too exhausting

13:10 - m just gonna dress causal for tonight

13:12 - are u alive ?

You sighed as you read through the messages, your hand that wasn’t holding your phone going to rub the tiredness out of your eyes and drag down your face. Typically you weren’t a big fan of taking naps, but you had woken up early today, so about an hour ago you decided it would be a good idea to catch some extra rest while you could before you went out with Sans today.

Turns out your nap didn’t last long. You and Sans had hung out plenty of times before, why was he suddenly blowing up your phone so much in a panic about hanging out?

Your thumbs went onto the keypad of your phone as you typed out a quick response to him.

Y/N - 13:15 - Sorry, took a nap. Yes, I’m still on to hang out tonight and will match the casual dress code.

His answer didn’t take long to reach back to you.

13:15 - great, i’ll grab you when it’s time. see ya.

Usually, you would have texted goodbye or chatted a bit more, but you were still tired from just waking up, so instead you just turned off your phone and rolled onto your side. Guess it was time to get up.

You sat up in bed before sliding out and standing up straight, stretching your arms out above your head as your feet started to lug you over to the bathroom to start getting ready. You opened up one of your drawers under the sink cabinet and grabbed your hairbrush, starting to brush through your locks of hair as you let your thoughts carry your mind.

Just a few days ago you had been at the infamous house of your skeleton friends, hanging out with the whole group for an anime night. The anime that Alpyhs and Undyne had gotten everyone hooked on came out with a new season, so everyone was gathered for the night with snacks and comfortable pyjamas to binge the new season all in one sitting.

It was great.

It had been great, just like every other hangout.

But since the space was a bit cramped for everyone, all of you were kind of budged together in front of the TV.

Toriel and Papyrus on the couch with you, Papyrus next to your side. Alphys and Undyne sitting on the floor in front of the couch, swaddled in blankets and cuddling each other while Asgore sat next to Undyne by the side of the couch so that his statuesque figure wouldn’t block the TV. Sans was coming back from the kitchen with some more popcorn since he had eaten through all of his (the chunk), and you had honestly been expecting him to also come to sit down on the floor in front of you since all the space on the couch was taken. It would have been funny, that way you could have kicked his back with your feet or teasingly poked at him as you both did to each other.

But instead, he came back and somehow wedged himself between you and Papyrus with a small ‘scoot over’ and his side was snug against yours, your arms together and your knees touching.

The contact was weird to you for some reason, and you were convinced that if the room wasn’t dark save for the illuminating glow of the TV, you most likely would have been caught with a blush around your face.

“i grabbed you some popcorn. take it before i scarf it down.” Sans’ voice whispered softly to you, and you glanced down at him to see his big eyelights meeting your gaze.

You showed a thankful smile to him, taking the bowl of popcorn out of his cold hands and setting it on your lap. “Thank you, Sans.”

Naturally, you focused back on the TV, trying to watch what was happening now. This seemed like an important episode, heaven forbid you miss something.

Your feelings had different plans though. Your stomach knotted a bit, and suddenly your popcorn wasn’t as appetizing. Why did you feel like this? Was it because of Sans? It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t brushed up close before or anything, he took naps leaning on you all the time, and you guys hugged every time you saw each other to say hello and goodbye. So why did it feel so weird to feel his femur pressed against your thigh?

You had been trying to mentally scan through all of the possible options, perhaps the food, or maybe the anxiety of the anime.

Even as you tried to sort through all the different possibilities, you knew what it really was. You knew that you were avoiding the possibility of having worked up feelings for Sans.

It wasn’t like you could stop yourself from feeling them. The two of you had just hung out so many times, seeing eachother almost three times a week if not more, and always calling when you weren’t hanging out. Not to mention that he was funny, remembered things about you, and overall was just a fun person to be around.

Who wouldn’t fall for someone like that?

It wasn’t like you were going to cook your entire friendship by saying something to him about it, even though you knew he wouldn’t stop being friends with you over something like that, and would probably joke about it a year or so after, but you just didn’t want that to happen. You wanted to maintain your dignity.

After accumulating your thoughts for a long time, you hear the familiar voice whisper to you again.

“wanna hang out on tuesday?”

So here you were, finished brushing your hair and now just doing touch-ups to your looks as felt needed as you did almost anytime before going out. You were just going to Grillbys, planning on eating, talking, and most likely going back home after several drinks of the estranged monster's alcoholic shots with pretty colors and fun swirls that you loved. It was the only alcohol that didn’t give you any headaches or hangovers, most likely because it dissolved into energy with a bit of spunk rather than going throughout your body and poisoning your liver.

You finished up in the bathroom and rushed over to your bedroom to get changed, picking out a more casual but still visually appealing outfit to wear this evening, and as you were pulling your shirt down over your head, you heard the doorbell ring.

Great, you weren’t even done dressing yet and you were left in your underwear and a shirt gripping to your arms and barely pulled down over your head. Napping the time away earlier wasn’t the best idea.

“Just come in! I’m getting dressed!” Your voice called out across the house, and you knew that Sans heard you when you heard the door open and close.

You quickly tugged on your other clothes and slipped on your shoes before skittering out of your bedroom to go greet Sans in the entryway.

Immediately your eyes went to his appearance, seeing that he had on black cargo pants and a sea-foam green T-shirt, something you’ve literally never seen him wear before.

You didn’t hug him this time as a greeting, instead just staring a bit awkwardly as you kept your hands down by your sides. “What’s up with the sudden outfit breakout? Did Papyrus finally make you get some new clothes?”

Sans snorted a bit unpleasantly before glancing off to the side, shoving his hands in his pockets. “nah. these were just sitting in the back of my closet untouched, figured i might as well break them out for the occasion.”

“The occasion?” You cocked your head to the left just a bit.

“the occasion,” Sans repeated, but did not elaborate any further.

“Well…” You started again, choosing to speak your thoughts. “You look really great.”

Sans’ permanent smile twinged up just a tad bit, something you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t trying to spot it. “thanks. you ready to go?”

He took one of his hands out from his pant pockets, holding it out to you with the expectation of you taking hold of it.

So, you did, and with the blink of an eye and a bit of a sinking feeling before landing back on solid ground, you were outside the door to Grillbys.

You grinned as you let go of his hand and pushed open the door for him. “Ladies first.”

He rolled his pinpricks as he walked in, making sure that you followed in behind him.

“Hey, Sans! Back already?”

“Saaannss! Didn’t think you’d show up tonight!”

“Welcome back, Sans. Taking care of Y/N?”

You had begun to become a bit recognized at Grillbys since you tended to show up here with Sans all the time, and it was a bit odd having people recognize you, but you slowly found yourself recognizing them and remembering their names and faces.

Sans ushered you to sit down at the bar next to him, and you greeted Grillby before Sans immediately rattled off the order of two baskets of fries, one for each of you, the same thing you both always got.

“gonna drink anything tonight?” Sans questioned, his low and appealing voice ringing softly in your ears.

Should you? You shrugged, glancing down at him and taking in the familiar face once more. “Maybe, I’m not sure. Depends on how good our conversation goes.”

Sans must have taken that as a challenge to keep you entertained, because when he wasn’t cracking jokes to you for the next 15 minutes, he was busy trying to airplane one of his fries over to you for you to eat, or was bringing up stupid would you rather questions.

“hmmm… let me think… would you rather have no eyelashes for a year…. or be bald for a year?”

Pssh, easy.

“No eyelashes, obviously.” You told Sans, swirling your fries in ketchup before taking a bite. “I can wear falsies and nobody would ever know. Wigs are a lot more expensive than eyelashes.”

Sans hummed as he listened to your reasoning, tapping his phalanges on the countertop of the bar. “i guess. but who knows? maybe you’d be really hot bald.”

“No way.” You snarked, shaking your head with a small smile on your lips and watching as Grillby set out a shot for you.

The alcohol was pink, and it had a lighter, almost glittery substance in it that was swirling around and made your drink look even more appealing. You traced your pointer finger around the rim of your shot glass, eyeing your drink for a few moments before looking to Sans who was staring at you like normal. You didn’t think too much of it since it was so common.

“Are you sure you’re not gonna drink anything?” You questioned, feeling a bit bad for letting yourself get tipsy when he was just sitting there scarfing down fries.

Sans shook his skull, giving a small shrug. “nah. i want to be sober tonight.”

Hm. Well, you weren’t going to hate on that, there was nothing wrong with wanting to be sober, but you did enjoy seeing him be a bit more goofy and delusional when he was under the influence. You picked up your shot glass, going to drink it down, but you paused when you heard Sans.

“uhm, actually, can we talk about something first?” His voice sounded a bit shy when he asked.

You raised an eyebrow, a bit skeptical of his question before you set your glass back down. “Don’t you dare ask me another would you rather question.”

“no, no, it’s not that.” Sans chuckled, his eye sockets crinkling up a bit before he went back to being more serious, playing out one of his quick expression changes. “i know that we hang out all the time. you’re my best friend, you know that?”

Weird. Was he having doubts or something? “Yeah, of course, I know that. You’re my best friend too.”

The assurance wasn’t the problem, because Sans spoke right after you did. “and we’ve been through a lot together, and i value that.”

Okay… You stayed quiet, letting him get out what he wanted to say.

“i know that we usually just hang out at each other's houses or go out to eat here, but… i’d like to take you out soon. on a date.” He surprisingly didn’t look too nervous or embarrassed about telling you this, and you could vaguely see a small tint on his cheekbones, but he looked perfectly normal other than that.

“Really?” You questioned, your cheeks heating up just a bit. “You’re not playing with me right?”

“why would i play about something like this?” Sans questioned you back, matching your head tilt. “i guess i’d say i’d like to get to know you better, but i think we both know each other like the back of our hands. i just want to take you on a date so that we can learn more about what we’d want romantically. if you’d… uh, want to.”

Were you hearing him right? It was hard to recall if you’ve ever even heard him talk about any romantic things, and here he was asking to take you on a date so that you could both discuss your romantic future together?

Sans was quiet when he noticed how silent you were being. “alphys and undyne said i should write a letter, but i’m not the best at those…”

Oh. Oh! You needed to say something!

“I’d love to go on a date with you.” You answered him, speaking a bit softer and easing up your gaze on him to a more loving one. “It would be good to discuss what to do since monsters and humans do dating differently.”

You watched as Sans’ pinpricks grew in size, and the vague blue tint on his face became more apparent. “really? you’d actually?”

“Who wouldn’t?” You laughed, slightly baffled that anyone would miss up on the opportunity to go out with Sans. “Where are we gonna go?”

Sans snorted at your question, clearly finding it a bit funny. “isn’t it obvious? grillbys.”

Duh. You picked back up your shot glass and drank it in one gulp, feeling the tingly magic dissipate in your mouth and throat and leaving a bit of a leftover tangy cherry taste on your tongue.

“Alright, Sans.” You scooted your barstool a bit closer to him, pressing your arm up against his as you stole one of his fries. “Why don't we just come back tomorrow?”

Sans didn’t even feign a look of fake offense when you took one of his fries, a bit too caught up with ogling at you. “yeah, i like the sound of that.”

[reverse-moon]

My take on a @bonelyheartsclub version of Frisk (canon) and technically Chara too.

They would be a character that I think maybe Y/N(player) would end up close with because of how they are connected to Sans in particular. But you would get way more moments of them with the Sans or Papyrus romance routes between the dates. They would offer what help they can for every skele though!

Chara would more than likely have their own design too (one day I'll draw that), but overall you'd only be interacting with Frisk and Chara through them.

Frisk's notable design points are their gear, the locket and the sweater jacket. Toriel made the jacket after Frisk and Flower were overheard talking about Chara and Asriel, and if it isn't being worn it's either in the wash or Frisk isn't talking to Chara and also isn't wearing the locket.

They would call Sans and Papyrus their uncles, and it would be "complicated as to how", since they're human. And while they would only be active in game during the summer season, you would be able to text/call them in some options to get advice or help on things.

They would be roughly 16 when seen in game for the first time with a small suitcase and a backpack as their summer visit luggage!

[comfort-clubhouse]

Comfort Characters

(Wave 1)

ENA (ENA Season 1)

Kirby (Kirby)

Hello Kitty (Sanrio)

My Melody (Sanrio and Onegai My Melody)

Cinnamoroll (Sanrio)

Oggy (Oggy and The Cockroaches)

Olivia (Oggy and The Cockroaches)

Soft Boyfriend (Friday Night Funkin - Soft)

Orbulon (Warioware)

Mario.EXE (Mario's Madness)

MX (Mario 85 and Mario's Madness)

SCP-049 (SCP)

SCP-999 (SCP)

Rayman (Rayman)

Hex (Friday Night Funkin)

QT (Friday Night Funkin)

Nikusa (Friday Night Funkin)

Rascal (Friday Night Funkin)

Rosalina (Mario)

Luigi (Mario)

Count Bleck (Super Paper Mario)

Tippi (Super Paper Mario)

Boo (Mario)

Zavok (Sonic)

Chao (Sonic)

Orbot (Sonic)

Cream (Sonic)

Cubot (Sonic)

SpongeBob SquarePants (SpongeBob)

Slenderman (Creepypasta)

Splendor Man (Creepypasta)

Lulu (Creepypasta)

Lost Silver (Friday Night Funkin - Lullaby)

Father (Kids Next Door)

Monty Uno (Kids Next Door)

Jaune (Spooky Month)

Skid (Spooky Month)

Robert (Spooky Month)

Bezel (Chikn Nuggit)

Cofi (Chikn Nuggit)

Little Miss Sunshine (Little Miss)

Little Miss Shy (Little Miss)

Mr Quiet (Mr Men Show)

Ragdoll (The Batman 2004 Series)

Question (Justice League Unlimited)

Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Jigglypuff (Pokémon)

Darkrai (Pokèmon)

Snatcher (Hat In Time)

Grim (Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy)

Bread Mother (DHMIS)

Electracey (DHMIS)

Chudd Chudders (Skatoony)

Edd (Eddsworld)

Meta Knight (Kirby)

Scarecrow (The New Batman Adventures, Arkham Knight and Injustice 2)

(Wave 2)

Neo Cortex (Crash Bandicoot)

Eri (My Hero Academia)

Bubble (Battle For Dream Island)

X (Battle For BFB)

DangerGrid of Doom (Skatoony)

Moxxie (Helluva Boss)

Bendy (Bendy & The Dark Revival)

Sammy Lawrence (Bendy and The Ink Machine)

Baroness Von Bon Bon (Cuphead Show)

Charlie Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel)

N (Murder Drones)

Flaky (Happy Tree Friends)

Papyrus (Undertale)

Toriel (Undertale)

Majin Sonic (VS Sonic.EXE)

Mad Hatter (Batman The Animated Series)

(Wave 3)

Mushi Sanban (Kids Next Door)

Maurice (Kids Next Door)

Dr Nefarious (Ratchet & Clank)

Miraitowa (Tokyo 2020 Mascot)

Someity (Tokyo 2020 Mascot)

Hanazuki

Right Hand Man (Henry Stickmin)

Sam (Trick R Treat)

Scar (Alien Vs Predator)

Dingodile (Crash Bandicoot)

Aku Aku (Crash Bandicoot)

Scarecrow (Harley Quinn Series and Happy Halloween Scooby Doo)

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Sarvente (Friday Night Funkin)

Wall-E (Wall-E)

EVE (Wall-E)

Grogu (The Mandalorian)

Mr Shark (The Bad Guys)

Zardy (Zardy's Maze)

Robert Englund (Celebrity)

Charles Martinet (Celebrity)

(Wave 4)

Hank Anderson (Detroit: Become Human)

Needlem0use

Luther (Needlem0use)

Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)

Blitzø (Helluva Boss)

Collin (Helluva Boss)

Ms Joke (My Hero Academia)

Tsuyu Asui (My Hero Academia)

EteleD (Wii Deleted You)

Corrupted Mii (Wii Deleted You)

Duck Guy (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)

Red Guy (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)

Bingo (Banana Splits)

Snorky (Banana Splits)

Taki (Friday Night Fever)

Lord X (VS Sonic.EXE)

Curse (VS Sonic.EXE)

Hog (VS Sonic.EXE)

Hypno (Friday Night Funkin - Lullaby)

Kapuna-Wa (Crash Bandicoot)

Lani-Loli (Crash Bandicoot)

Pusheen (Pusheen The Cat)

Shirousa & Kurousa (Sugarbunnies)

Pump (Spooky Month)

Spot (Spot The Dog)

Dr Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)

Jevil (Deltarune)

Dmitri Petrov (Henry Stickmin)

Charles Calvin (Henry Stickmin)

Reginald Copperbottom (Henry Stickmin)

Sun (Five Nights At Freddy's - Security Breach)

Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony)

Shuey Rhon Rhon (Beijing Paralympics Mascot)

Meilin Lee (Turning Red)

Abby Park (Turning Red)

Zazz (Sonic)

King Shark (Harley Quinn Series)

Mugman (Cuphead Show)

Perrito (Puss In Boots)

Meggy (SMG4)

Scarecrow (Batman The Animated Series and Arkham Asylum)

Harry Hill (Celebrity)

Jaiden Animations (YouTuber)

(Wave 5)

Moon Knight (Marvel)

Mama (Cooking Mama)

Alice (Pokémon)

Alicia (Pokémon)

Eevee (Pokémon)

Tari (SMG4)

Secret History Tails (Mashed)

Poppet (Moshi Monsters)

Capt Squirk (Moshi Monsters)

Baby Rox (Moshi Monsters)

Gary (SpongeBob)

Sandy Cheeks (SpongeBob)

XR (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

White Hat (Villainous)

505 (Villainous)

PukeyHurlC (Grossery Gang)

Iris (Pokémon)

Pipsqueak (The Lorax)

Dawko (YouTuber)

CookieSwirlC (YouTuber)

[zelphin124]

SeasonTale - Chapter 5

TW: Abuse Oh boy... the plot thickens. Some could argue, this is where the real story starts. Winter POV, let's go.

Masterpost

~o0o~

The horror in their eyes struck his heart. 

He had the targets pinned against an alleyway wall. They cowered in fear under his knives. Their eyes were shaking, and the younger monster started to cry. 

Winter glanced down at the two creatures whose lives were in his hands. Despite his younger age, they still were at his mercy. 

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. 

W!Gaster’s voice rang in his ears. They are traitors, they had to die, they deserved to die… 

But why? 

None of it made any sense. They didn’t do anything wrong… they just disagreed with W!Gaster, nothing more. Why did they have to pay with their lives for having an opinion? 

Winter felt the tears that escaped his eyes freeze on his face as the harsh wind beat against his skull. He lowered his knives and stepped away from the two monsters. “Go,” he squeaked. “Go before he kills you himself.” 

The two monsters thanked him and bolted away. 

He heaved a great sigh. What a relief. It brought him peace to spare the lives of the innocent. He hadn’t done that before… but he knew from how he felt that it was the right thing to do. 

That peace quickly faded when he realized what punishment he would receive for committing such an act. Would W!Gaster throw him out to fend for himself in the storm again? Would he hurt him?

Would his father kill him? 

Winter didn’t want to think about it. He broke the crystalized tears off his face as he felt the books in his cloak get heavier. He shoved down his emotions and refused to feel them. There was always a looming reminder that his emotions were a weakness anyway. 

Stepping out of the alleyway, Winter!Sans removed the cloak from his face and walked quietly into town. He hoped that he could time his visit to the librarian just right that his father wouldn’t expect anything. 

Twenty minutes…

* * *

“I’m glad you enjoyed the books, Winter.” Winter!Toriel placed the books on the shelf before turning towards the child. “I’m even more grateful that you could read them.” 

Winter nodded silently as he sat in a chair away from the windows. The library was warm and extensive. There was a small desk that he sat in front of next to the hallway that revealed thousands of books on massive shelves. Winter wished to read all the books within the library but felt he couldn’t. An impending doom of getting caught grew heavier each time he came. Winter believed W!Gaster was catching onto his distant behavior, and he didn’t know how to mask it well enough. 

“Would you like some new books? I had a new collection come in…” Winter!Toriel paused, glancing back over at Winter!Sans. She tilted her head in concern as she observed him twirling his thumbs and staring at the floor. “Are you okay?” She asked gently, approaching him and leaning in front of him. 

Winter desperately tried to hold back his tears. “I couldn’t-” he gasped. “I couldn’t kill them this time…” 

“Oh, honey…” W!Toriel extended her arms and wrapped them around Winter. “That’s nothing to be upset about; you did the right thing.” 

Her embrace was so foreign to him. What is she doing? Was she going to attack him from behind? Why was she not moving? Winter didn’t know how to react. In fact, he just cried… the tears ran down his skull as he tugged on her cape. He didn’t want her to let go… her embrace was comforting, something he had never felt. 

“You are very touch-deprived, dear.” To Winter’s dismay, she let go and looked him in the eyes. “You feel better about not hurting them, right?” “Yes, ma’am,” Winter nodded. 

“That’s good, that’s how you should feel,” The librarian nodded slowly before standing up. She sighed with great worry before looking at Winter once more. “Winter, It’s… It’s not good for you or anyone else to stay with your father… I… I believe you need to leave.” 

Winter glanced up at her, his tears drying up. What did she mean? Why would he leave his father? He couldn’t go out in the snow again and expected him to return to the mansion promptly. “But I need to go home in ten minutes, or he’ll be mad.” 

“Honey, you wouldn’t return to him, ever,” W!Toriel explained. “You would run and start a new life, free from him and his evil plans.” 

… I can be free? 

The librarian kneeled in front of Winter, her voice hushed. “Listen to me closely, Winter. I can help you,” she glanced at the door before continuing. “The rebellion against the gasters wish to save you. They would help raise you in a much better environment than you are now.” 

Winter didn’t understand much of what she was saying. However, he knew what the rebellion was. It was the highest form of treason against the gasters to be a part of it. Winter gave slow and painful deaths to those accused of it and watched others suffer in W!Gaster’s grasp. The fact W!Toriel was even mentioning it means that Winter would have to kill her. 

Winter drew his knives, causing Winter!Toriel to back up. “I… I have to kill you. The rebellion is what my dad has ordered me against.” 

“But they can free you,” She insisted. “They will give you a much better life than you have now.” 

Winter’s hands were shaking with the knife in them. Everything in him told him not to attack the librarian, especially after all she’d done for him. However, he was told the rebellion was dangerous, and orders were orders. “The rebellion is bad-” 

“Is that what they call us now, the bad guys?” 

Winter and W!Toriel stared at the monster standing in front of the hallway. The boy’s jaw dropped. It’s the goat from the photo in my room… 

She looked similar to Toriel; the same species. However, she was much shorter and her horns were curved. Instead of wearing a blue gown patted with snow, her clothing was pure starlight and shined white like the snow on the ground. Her gaze penetrated with an uneasy amount of determination and power, but there was also understanding and care. It was a look Winter never understood. 

“Put the knife down young boy,” the starry goat demanded. “It is not your destiny.” 

“W-Who are you?” Winter’s voice quivered as he obeyed, laying the knife on the floor. Although he recgonized them from the painting, and had a good idea of who she was, he wasn’t sure. 

“I am Season!Toriel, co-leader of the rebellion against the gasters and the rightful queen of SeasonTale.” Season held her head high, looking down at the boy. “And I am here to rescue you.” 

“Well, I was going to introduce you to her, but it looks like introductions have already been made,” Winter!Toriel scratched her head, chuckling nervously. “I said you could live a better and happier life, Winter. If you go with Season, she will ensure of that.” 

Winter’s entire body was shaking now. There she was, the former ruler of SeasonTale, standing right before him—the ultimate target of W!Gaster, and the main threat to his throne. Winter had only read about her rule and power. Although she was a good and caring leader, his unfortunate circumstances have ruled him against her. He was only a boy, and he feared his death would come upon him any moment now. 

Season oversaw Winter, her eyes softening. With eloquent grace, she knelt on the ground to make herself smaller. She extended her hands towards Winter. “You don’t have to follow your father's footsteps,” she whispered. “You can rise above that and become a good and caring leader one day. Let me help you. Let me rescue you from Winter!Gaster.” 

Winter stared at her paws before looking at Season and then at Winter!Toriel. She nodded in agreement. Winter fought back tears. He wanted freedom; he wanted to escape. This was his opportunity. This might be his only chance. 

“I can’t.” 

* * *

Each step back to the castle got more painful. His teeth gritted against one another. He had given up his only chance to escape. 

He couldn’t even figure out why himself. Was it because he wanted his dad to be proud of him? Maybe there was some hope in turning his father around… Maybe, just maybe, he could find another way. 

But he couldn’t join the rebellion. 

There was no way… After all that he had done? Sure, they are fighting for justice; they are the good guys. Winter knew they would have treated him better. 

But would they have? 

Winter had killed so many rebellion members. His entire life, despite it not being that long, he fought against them. He was a threat to them… a target. 

He was a bad guy. 

He didn’t want to be, but he didn’t see how he could change. Although there was a slim hope he held out for his father, that same hope wasn’t measured to himself. 

And it swallowed him whole. 

“You’re two minutes and three seconds late,” W!Gaster’s voice boomed as he closed a pocket watch in his hands. 

Winter sighed, closing the door behind him, and took his coat off. It took him a bit to stomp off all the snow before answering. “I apologize. I had a bit of a delay with the bodies.” 

“Right, because you didn’t kill them.” 

It was as if the boy had been shot. He froze in place, fear taking control of his mind. Panic swirled within him. How did he know? How did he find out? Was he watching the whole time? 

W!Gaster let out a low, rumbling laugh. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Those traitors were spotted crossing the Summer Kingdom this evening. Thankfully, I had them taken care of-” he whipped around, his hand raised. “UNLIKE YOUR PATHETIC FAILURE TO DO THE JOB!” 

Winter collided with the ground from the punch that rolled across his skull. His vision immediately blacked out. No, no, no, no… 

He didn’t see the remaining hits that were laid upon him. “You had ONE JOB! ONE HELL OF A JOB! You failed, as always! You worthless piece of-”

The rest of the insults were muffled as his hearing rang. He curled up in a ball as he embraced hit after hit. His breath was shaking, and it was almost impossible not to cry. 

He had enough. 

Winter could make out the sound of a gaster blaster charging up. He braced for impact, but when it fired, he felt nothing. 

The beating had stopped. 

Winter sat up, his vision still blurred. He couldn’t make much out except for the new hole in the wall and W!Gaster’s boots hanging from it. When he turned around, he saw that the blaster was his own. 

His eyes widened with fear. What have I done? 

The next few seconds were the most rash seconds of his life. Winter didn’t waste any time before he grabbed a different coat and bolted out the door. He couldn’t stay… he was going to die if he did. His little feet carried him to the edge of the hill. He quickly looked around for something to get him down, as the stairs were too slow. 

He heard W!Gaster’s enraged roar from the mansion. With no time to think, Winter grabbed a giant icicle from the cliff and slid down the hill on it. Although it was slippery, and he fell off it at the end, it gave him the head start that he needed before teleporting into the town. 

His heart was beating faster than he ever thought it would. His feet were aching, but that didn’t stop him as he burst through the library door, his vision blurred once more. 

Winter!Toriel glanced up in surprise before rushing over to him. “Oh my gosh, what happened to you?” 

“Help,” Winter grasped onto her arms. “He’s after me. I have to go.” 

Before W!Toriel could call for her, Season was already by her side. She glanced at his face before kneeling, offering her hand quickly. 

He didn’t hesitate to accept her offer this time, squeezing her hand as the fear of his father gripped him like a python. “Please, help me.” 

She smiled softly. “I will. Let’s go.”

[carlyraejepsans]

How likely do think Sans would be a stay at home dad if/when he marries Toriel?

Like he wouldn't have to do much besides make sure Frisk does their homework, brushes their teeth and goes to school and bed on time, then he gets to laze around for 8 hours while Frisk, Toriel and Papyrus go to school/work.

funny enough, no I don't think he would be! after the last seasonal newsletter dropped and we got to know about his and grillby's friendship a little, i really love the idea that they open a bar together on the surface. he doesn't do much more than what he already did there as a regular, mostly entertain the crowd and make sure people get along, he just does it behind the counter this time, and helps grillby out when things get busier.

as for frisk, it wouldn't really be a problem. with toriel running the school, they'd already be under her supervision in the morning, and in the afternoon i think they prefer to wander. they don't really strike me as a sedentary child, they'd still keep exploring and digging around and making weird friends in even weirder places after getting their happy ever after methinks. they're pretty independent! toriel isn't 100% enthusiastic about it, but if she respected their autonomy enough that she would have let them set off on their own permanently in the epilogue, i think she'd respect their wish to snoop around if they decided to stay with her anyway.

and if they ever need sans on the job they know where to find him! there's a dedicated table in the corner of the bar for homework help purposes.

like you pointed out, it's true that sans is lazy, and he loves being lazy. but i think it's also important to remember that sans is an extremely social/extroverted guy. when you consider how his sentry job is basically "sit around all by yourself in the middle of nowhere for hours with little to no supervision", that seems like the dream job for the laziest man on earth, but he actually describes it as "kinda boring". it's meeting toriel at the door that makes it worthwhile.

sans loves people! he loves being around them and pranking them and making them laugh. so on the contrary, i could actually see him picking up odd jobs here and here, just to have a chance to meet someone new. maybe even volunteer as a janitor at toriel's school so he has an excuse to hang out with her during work hours. and if he wants to nap, well... he'll nap. no big deal. when has being out of his house ever stopped him from doing it, anyway :P

[theneonsoul]

Merry Christmas and happy holidays!!

Here are some doodles I made during a stream yesterday plus a Toriel one that I made a few days ago. I decided to draw some characters that didn't get a little winter outfit in the newsletter.

Hope you all have a lovely holiday season. Might draw something for new years, we'll see!!

[qin-qin16]

hello qin-qin, it's your santa bringing you a gift this season 🎅🎅🎁🎁🎄🎄

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Grillby’s is alive with the sounds of Gyftmas – or Christmas now, seeing that they’re on the Surface – cheer. There is laughter, there is carolling, there is Undyne trying to suplex the Christmas tree in the center of the bar. Asgore seems jovial than usual, playing his yearly duty as Santa and letting the children clamber all over him asking for presents. This year, Papyrus also plays as the Santa’s elvish helper, boisterously talking to all his star-struck little fans. Sans watches the commotion from afar, nursing a cup of the communal fruit punch. His grin is lazy as ever, but his eyes can’t help darting towards the frosted window behind him, where he can see three very inconspicuous shadows lingering.

you know i can see you right? Sans communicates to his self-appointed bodyguards with his facial expression, his smile tight.

Outside of the establishment, three suspicious-looking skeletons are pressed against the window.

“welp, he spotted us,” Horror mumbles, his single red eye glowing in the dark. He is wearing a beanie to avoid the snow rain falling into his massive head wound.

“he’s us. obviously he’s not that unobservant,” Killer replies, playing with his knife to relieve some of his boredom. “though he can be kind of stupid. so, tough luck – someone gotta keep an eye on him.”

“and that’s us,” Horror groans, clearly exasperated. “this is why i hate younger people.”

“ooh, does grandpa horror want to go to bed now?” Killer grins, his voice mocking. “careful of your joints grandpa – you might want to see them checked.”

Before Horror can snap back at Killer, the third member of the trio interrupts them. “focus,” Murder says, his voice sharp. “something’s wrong. the babybones is swaying.”

Killer and Horror squint through the window. And sure enough, Sans is gripping on the bar counter for support.

“oh great,” Horror says. “just what i need on the holiday – a poison attempt.”

------

Sans doesn’t know which is worse: the way his throat is clogged up and his eyes are blurry, or the fact that his so-called bodyguards immediately start jumping on him the moment he hits the back alley.

Within seconds, someone catches him and shakes his shoulders aggressively, which doesn’t help with his nausea at all.

“what happened? who did this?” Sans can vaguely tell that is Murder, by the way the touch is just so cold.

“can you just,” Sans wheezes, his words having difficulty forming. “lay off me a bit?”

“it was probably the fruit punch,” Horror’s voice is muffled, and Sans can’t tell where it is coming from. “he looks like he’s poisoned.”

“maybe we should check,” Killer says. “i can look him over for signs.”

“there’s no poison…” Sans attempts to say, but he’s not sure if his words are slurred or not, judging by the way the others keep talking as if he didn’t say anything.

“this is a first,” Horror says. “should we be worried about future poison attempts?”

“shelve it for later,” Murder says. “we have to figure out what to do with this first.”

“we can interrogate everyone at the party,” Killer suggests, sounding far too excited about the idea.

“no interrogation.” Sans covers his mouth, feeling bile rising up to his throat. “and definitely no stabbing either.”

“killjoy,” Killer mumbles, while Horror scoffs.

“yeah, way too late for that.” He sighs. “murder is going in.”

------

The party is in full swing when Murder strides in, his hood up and his hands in his pockets. He tries to slouch his shoulders, appear more relaxed than he actually feels. Everything is way too loud to his senses, but he has a mission to complete, walking as inconspicuously as possible towards the spot Sans was standing at.

Unfortunately, his attempts at being invisible don’t work that well.

Someone pokes at his shoulders, and he swerves around, almost jumping out of his nonexistent skin. It takes him a couple seconds to realize it’s only Toriel, who looks concerned at his reaction.

“Sans, dear, are you… okay?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “I just saw you walking outside. Is everything good?”

“uh… yeah. yeah, everything’s dandy,” Murder mutters, avoiding Toriel’s gaze. “snow big problem, heh.”

Toriel’s mouth corner twitches, but her eyes still radiate with concern. But before she could ask further questions, Papyrus (not his though) charges over with a tray of cookies.

“BROTHER! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? HERE, TRY ONE OF MY FESTIVE COOKIES!”

Murder stares at the tray of gingerbread cookies shaped like skeletons, his hand automatically putting one cookie in his mouth. He chews mechanically – the taste is… indescribable. He grabs a handful of the cookies and shoves them in his mouth, giving (Sans’) Papyrus a vague thumbs-up.

Papyrus tilts his head, then beams at him. “WOWIE, SANS! THAT’S THE FIRST TIME I SEE YOU ACT LIKE THIS! MY COOKIES MUST BE DELECTABLE THEN!”

“yup…” Murder mutters, shoving one more in his full mouth so he doesn’t have to talk. “first time for everything…”

------

Meanwhile, in the back alley, Killer has propped Sans against the wall and checked him over. Sans is still breathing shallowly, but it seems he at least stopped throwing up, so that’s good.

“well, good news,” Killer says. “it’s not poison, so we can stop planning a murder now.”

“since when,” Sans wheezes, his voice sounding like a broken kazoo, “is murder on the table?”

“oh shush, babyface,” Killer tuts at him. “what have you consumed at the party? do you remember?”

“just… the punch…”

“if it’s not poison,” Horror asks. “then what is it?”

“just a mild allergic reaction, i assume,” Killer hums.

“you call this mild?” Horror gestures at Sans, who is still unable to stand up.

“oh stars,” Sans conks his head against the wall. “this is not how i want to discover i’m allergic to fruit punch.”

“probably just the fruit. don’t worry too much, sansy.” Killer grins. “you can still get shitfaced whenever you like.”

Right at that moment, the back door of Grillby’s swings open and Murder stumbles out inelegantly.

“the punch’s not poisoned,” he says, his voice a bit slurred.

“yeah, we figured that o- wait a minute, are you drunk? did you drink the whole punch bowl?!” Horror groans, then yelps as Murder leans all over his back and refuses to let go. “get off me, you drunkard!”

“10g on whether murder murdered your reputation back in there,” Killer mock-whispers to Sans, a mischievous grin on his face. Sans slouches further against the wall, watching the whole scene in front of him with much exasperation.

“you guys… are the worst babysitters… ever…”

OMG THIS WAS SO FUN TO READ!

Practically a snack before the great dinner :D thank you my liege, this was really thoughtful and sweet 🥺💖 im in love with their shenanigans lol

[threebigmac-and-fourfreeshfries]

Gordon giving Toriel a good, season-appropriate laugh :)