#skeleton has a horrible horrible time eating cause “what does it matter I’m already dead anyways and

[lousylemonseminar]

Haha I’m kinda freaking out because my nerves are dying and shit and I

“ I can’t feel anything “ echoes and reverberates of f the chambers of a hollowing mind. Though something holds its exterior softly, even if “softly” is only known through sight .

Day two of jrwi freak week! !

And they ask , with nothing in their hands , for him to calm down . Shushes and faint lullabies can tear the innards of their throat if he thought it hard enough

But you’re here now . I have you and I feel you . And I’ll cradle you even as the webbings of your system fail . I’ll hold you as your hair drifts to the sweat of your body and the spheres of your eyes blur with unfeeling bleakness . And you’ll be in my arms as ash

Sorry for getting to this literal daaayss late I’m prolly putting down freak week for myself But I do wanna pick up its prompts on a later date!!!!! Sorry for the . Blabbing I was using it to make up for the rahhrfb

idfk who purple text is cause I didn’t wanna say it was Gillion again cause it literally always is with me . SO WHAGTWVEVRF

Somemem stuff !!! I bit of eyestrain like . Bright colorrs

[imagintheworldaway]

Angel

TW - drugs, eating disorder and mentions of suicide 

A/N my first Ethan Imagine! I hope you enjoy my requests are open Xx

“I just don’t love you anymore” my boyfriend of 2 years Josh said to me over the table we were sat at. Pain, not pain as in a stubbed my toe or fell down the stairs, but the breaking of my heart. The pain of tears welling in my eyes as my now ex boyfriend paid for the bill and left me alone, at one of Londons most prestigious restaurants, the tables surrounding us in the dimly lit restaurant hall watching me and to see my next move. that night I left the restaurant and made my way to a pub a few minutes walk down the street to drown my sorrows. I had convinced myself he was going to propose and we were to live happily ever after, but no he just knew I wouldn’t make a scene in such a public space, and got out whilst he still could. I stayed at the pub till last orders and convinced the manager to sell me one last bottle of wine before stepping out on the cold streets of London. I was in a brand new designer dress and my highest heels, adorned in expensive jewellery that Josh had bought me over the years. The streets were dead at this time of night and I just let me tears flow, my makeup ruined and my hair a mess. But I didn’t care, what was the point? The only thing I felt was pain, I was drowning in pain, mixed with the copious amount of alcohol I had consumed that evening. 

That was the start of my downward spiral. Every night that followed I was in some state of drunk or high of some shitty drugs that I hoped would numb the pain. And they did, as long as I kept up with the deadly doses nothing seemed to matter. I had distanced my self from my friends majorly, not talking to any one any more, and I don’t think any one really cared. I was now seen as a liability to most, always off my head and causing a scene. I had lost weight as well, to a point where I had to buy a new wardrobe and I looked as though if the wind blew me too hard id simple fall over and smash into a million pieces, much like glass. 

This breakup has destroyed me. He was meant to be the one, the love of my life, and he did this to me, he destroyed me. It had been almost exactly 6 months since Josh had broken up with me. He blamed the whole thing on me as per usual. He said I was horrible to him and had let myself go so he decided to let me go. Not a week later he was with my ex Bestfriend and everyone had ditched me, I was truly alone. no one wanted me, so what was the point. I constantly sedated by my new habits and I was a mess. I looked in my mirror, my face look like a skeleton, my once rosey cheeks were dull and grey, my eyes sunken in and my once plumped lips looking shrivelled and damaged. What had happened to me? I huffed, wrapping my cardigan around myself before making my way to the kitchen. I leant down and took a hit from the white line I had left from last night. I grabbed my keys and phone and made my way to my door. I took one last look at my apartment and just shook my head. “Goodbye” I whispered before walking out of my apartment complex. I was walking for what seemed like hours before I got to a quiet bridge on the out skirts of the city. I leant over the edge slightly, watching the glistening water dance with the moon light. I took a moment and let the shine of the moon light up my face, the breeze tussle my hair and my fingers to grip the concrete wall, separating me and my goal. 

“Hey you ok?” An out of breathe voice said from my right. I was instantly taken a back by someone asking about me and just stared at him. “Sorry, swear I’m not a wierdo, you just look like you might do something and I don’t want that to happen” he stated, inching closer to me. “I’m Ethan” he said with a half smile and extended his hand to me. I took his hand gently “Y/N” I said hesitantly. “So Y/N, you’re really cold, wanna grab a coffee or tea or something” the man suggested point over his shoulder back at the city. Why was this man so interested in me, why now, maybe it was a sign. I looked up at the moon for a brief moment before looking back at Ethan. “Ok” I whispered before walking towards and falling into step with him. 

We grabbed some coffee and sat on a bench near the London eye. “So what’s up?” Ethan asked me taking me back a little. “You don’t have to tell me, you just look like you need someone to talk” Ethan followed up quickly with a smile that showed no malice. I took a deep breath before spilling my guts to him. I explained about Josh and my recent fall into addiction, how I’ve changed and how I hated it. “That’s why you were on the bridge isn’t it?” Ethan said looking at me. I just nodded to him, already I knew he knew the answer. “I know we’ve just met Y/N, but I went through something really similar, I know what it feels like, I had no intention of coming back either, but here I am and if you want help I am here” he said sincerely, opening his heart to me. 

I let a stray tear fall from my face, a complete stranger was being kinder to me than any of my ex friends. “Does It ever stop hurting?” I asked wiping away my tears. “Honestly? No, you just have to make room for it” Ethan said, he sounded genuine and that’s all I needed. “Will you help me?” I asked almost embarrassed. Ethan hesitate for a moment, I think I took him of guard but he just cracked a smile and nodded at me. “It will be hard, and some days you may wanna give up, but if you’re prepared to change I’m prepared to help you” I looked at the man infant of me. He was like my guardian angel, saving me from a mistake I could never take back. “Deal” I smiled at him making a smile erupt all over his own face. 

Over the next few months I become completely sober, Ethan turned out to be some sort of fitness freak and created an eating plan and for us to do work out routines together. He also introduced me to his friends after a month of so and without knowing much they always seemed to be able to compliment me and find a way to lift me up when I was down. i looked in my mirror, I was a long way off being better but my cheeks looked more full and there was a new glimmer behind my eyes, ready for what life threw at me, and ready to tackle it with Ethan, my Angel. 

[jillians]

hello again ! so i caved and i’m here to introduce my new muse jill and i’m so excited to play her! she’s family of one of the victims and is now back in misty hollow so it’s going to be an interesting ride for her - for sure !

✎⌠jennifer aniston. cis female. she/her⌡❝ — well, look who’s just arrived ! if it isn’t the one and only jillian johnson. though, around here they’re known as the ace. don’t tell ‘em i said this but the fifty two year old director kinda has a reputation of being judgemental and irritable. but y’know, they can be determined and charismatic too. typical capricorn. anyways, welcome home and stay safe jillian ! ❞ ↷ elle. 22. she/her. gmt.

kidnap tw, murder tw, paranoia tw

jillian’s the second child and formally part of the dynamic duo that was jack and jill (a horrible combo, i know). she doesn’t remember much from her younger years when jack was actually around. her parents were conservative folk, valuing discipline and religion.

when she was two, jack was kidnapped and later turned up dead. deep down she knows that she has no memories of him but this caused her parents to force memories onto her throughout her childhood, no matter whether they were truth or a lie, just so his memory lived on. as a child, she had no understanding of the concept of death but she would grow up with it as a part of her life.

nothing felt unusual about her childhood until someone would whisper at school about her brother or call her out for apparently lying about memories she had of her brother. jill was conditioned to talk about him, to recite what her parents had told her and take it as gospel truth. she was respectful and was never going to question them, not in her youth anyway.

a few years after jack’s death, her parents had another child, named jacqueline - a replacement child. jill found herself in an unknown position, she had to act like a sister, the older one and her parents ut a lot of pressure on her to keep jackie safe. she does remember her mother screaming at her out in the yard because she stopped to talk to some friends passing by instead of playing with her sister. things like that stuck and slowly but surely, she started to resent both her parents and her sister.

it wasn’t until she started visiting the houses of friends that her eyes were opened to how abnormal her family’s living situation was. it became even more apparent when her friends used to push her buttons and they would sneak into jack’s old room to tell ghost stories. she would panic every time knowing full well her mother would lose it if she ever saw them. the room would stay as it was - it was like having a crypt next door. that’s what it felt like to her.

jill wasn’t easily influenced but she was the first one to be encouraged to act a certain way if she saw others doing it. there was always so many rules and she wanted to break free. however, responsibility always came knocking and it was always the time to watch her sister. ever since the ordeal with jack, they were paranoid and had no problem projecting that onto jill and jackie if it would save their life.

jack and jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water jack fell down and broke his crown and jill came tumbling after ...

that was a trigger point of hers and still is. whenever she heard it, her reaction would be different every time. why on earth did her parents have to be unimaginative about naming and pick a gruesome rhyme? first came jack’s fall and if it were true, she wouldn’t be close behind.

jill was confident in high school, others would have said arrogant but she always felt the need to protect herself. she was passionate, loved watching movies and little too much and liked writing - she definitely wanted to do something with the arts but never saw her past time developing into a job.

jill can’t remember her last night in misty hollow. all she can recall was that there was a lot of shouting between everyone in her household and a voice telling her to get out. she didn’t have a specific plan but after getting herself upset and worked up, she packed a bag and never looked back.

it was a struggle at first but she was intelligent enough to get a job, to then get another job so she could afford a run down studio apartment. she spent what little spare time she had on video projects, even attending some evening classes to compensate for her lack of schooling. jill was very intelligent and down to her massive ego that had been cultivated in high school, she never doubted that she would be successful.

film making / directing was always something she did as a hobby, mostly when she started living in los angeles and was helping the friends she had that were searching for their big break. it was tiring for her but she wasn’t the type of person who stopped to take a breather, when sometimes, it would have been beneficial for her to take a step back and not get so swept up in it.

after she received praise from critics following a few film festival entries, she started going by jay johnson and received a lot of positive reviews, ones that kickstarted her career in directing. as time went on, she was credited as j johnson, hoping that people would catch on. she wasn’t blind and knew the industry was dominated by men but never could back down from a challenge.

twenty years on, she was living in what could be considered a mansion in los angeles and as an academy award winner. sure, her authenticity had been lost as she cared less about what type of projects she was working on but it wasn’t a great concern to her. twenty years later she also found herself as a mother in the midst of an amicable divorce, if there was such a thing.

jill loves her daughter but doesn’t nearly show it a month. she panics but tries to come across as calm and collected and this is seen as disinterest. jill had too many skeletons in the closet to fully commit to the relationship and admit to herself that she still hadn’t dealt with all the abnormal happenings in her childhood as well as being on bad terms with her sister. she did blame herself and that was part of the problem. no matter how much it seeped into her work, she would never admit it and that meant it was eating away at her.

she was shocked when she got the call that her mother had passed and she was expected to go and clean everything up so that others could move in after. she really didn’t want to go, she made a point of it but her ex suggested that it may be good for her to work things over with her sister and deal with whatever was going on in her head hoping that it would make her more emotionally available as a mother.

jill could hardly turn down that and now finds herself in misty hollow. she has outgrown the place for sure and her parents’ house is not her house. as if she hasn’t had trouble adjusting already but she’s staying in her childhood home and has plans to jump out of town once everythings done. however, things are never simple in this town.

it doesn’t take much to break down the ice queen in these parts. she finds herself terrified of being in jack’s room, even what used to be her own so she’s sleeping in the living room to keep herself somewhat sane. however, paranoia is in bloom and she’s looking over her shoulder way too much, locking the doors and keeping lights on because something inside her doesn’t trust this time. she already feels like coming back was a mistake and as she continues to live in a state of paranoia and panic, she becomes more sure of that.

she’s not told her sister she’s around, not because she’s trying to be hurtful - she just can’t figure out how to speak to her.

jill is extremely guarded around town. anyone can spot that she’s not in her comfort zone. that damn nursery rhyme is playing in her head again and again.

she’s missing her house and plastic surgeon and has turned into such a person of high maintenance considering she was living in a studio apartment while working two jobs. she felt comfortable but now, not so much.

she still dresses to impress - she’s not going to let herself go just because she’s out of la, plus she can’t imagine what gossips are saying about her now she’s taking a hiatus - they;ll probably forget about her and she can’t stand that. however, it’s better than someone leaking that her brother was actually murdered when she was only two and she’s been spinning out stories about him as if they were true. she felt likee they were true for so long but the more she thinks about it, the more she doubts herself. the more that happens, the more she’s second guessing her judgement and that’s never been a situation for her. jill has always been confident and self assured but that seems to be going out the window the more time she spends in town.

[dargons-and-virbs]

It’s The Little Things, Part 1

James Baker had always been a man of God. Raised in the Pentecostal Church, he became a preacher man just like his father. He had worked hard to ensure that his family, his community, and his country followed God’s law as outlined in the Holy Scriptures.

At the age of 73, he found himself in a hospice bed riddled with cancer. The last words he spoke to his family were “I love you, and I hope to see you with me in the Kingdom of God.” He would pass away that night in his sleep.

He knew that he was dead, but something was wrong. He wasn’t standing in front of the pearly gates, he was standing by his hospital bed, watching his wife and three daughters cry.

He tried to rest a hand on his wife’s shoulder in a gesture of comfort, but nearly fell as his ghostly form passed right through her material body. There was nothing at all he could do to ease their emotional suffering.

Just as he was wondering what was going on, the earth began to shake, though none of the living people seemed to be aware of it. James stared in awe at the depression forming in the floor, cracking the tiles as it grew deeper. All at once, the debris fell through the newly created hole, and seconds later he jumped backward in surprise. A geyser of lava shot up through the hole in the floor, stretching up into infinity.

Ten seconds passed, but James in his total fear would have said it was ten years, before a figure strolled casually out from the pillar of molten rock. James didn’t know the term for what he was looking at beyond “faggot” or “homosexual”, but the young man who had appeared before him was most definitely a twink.

The boy was somewhere around 5’8”, and thin as could be. His hair looked as if it were made of gold, and was trimmed short on the sides. The hair on top was whipped into frenzied, yet somehow perfectly neat waves. He sported black, heart-shaped sunglasses, a black tank top with the word “Daddy” written across the chest in a font that seemed to be melting, a pair of tight fitting skinny jeans, and combat boots. Needless to say, James Baker was without words.

“So you’re Jimmy Jackass, right?” The young man definitely sounded like a flamboyant homosexual- high pitched, sing-songy, and with a slight lisp. James did not answer vocally, only nodding his head in affirmation.

“I know it’s probably a little off putting, me showing up here the way I did. What can I say? I love a production.” With that, he smiled. His perfectly white teeth were just a little too pointed. Definitely not human.

James finally spoke. “What is going on here? Who are you?”

The boy pretended to process James’ words, as if he really had to think about it, before replying, “Well, you’re dead, obviously. And honestly, you should know who I am. I literally showed up in fire and brimstone. You humans are so dumb. I’m Lucifer, bearer of light, the Devil, Satan, Beelzebub, et cetera. You can call me Lu.”

James stood stock still, the expression on his face would have indicated such severe dissociation that his soul left his body if his soul had not literally left his body already. How could this be? He never drank, or smoked, or cursed. He nurtured and cared for his family, never once abusing them. He was loved by his congregation and the food pantry he volunteered with. By all accounts, he had lived his life with the Bible in one hand and his wife’s hand in the other.

Seeing the hopeless expression on the sinner’s face, Lucifer laughed. “You’re probably wondering how you could possibly be meeting me instead of God, right? What could you have done wrong? Well, Jimmy, what you did wrong is looking you in the face.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Even outside of his physical body, his heart was beating at a pace that, were he hooked up to an EEG, it would probably be confused for a-systole. “How could this be my mortal sin?”

Lucifer lowered his head so that his eyes could be seen over the black, heart-shaped sunglasses he was wearing. Never before had James seen the sulphur-yellow eyes of a demon. This was really the Devil, wasn’t it?

“Let me answer your question with a few of my own. Don’t worry, you don’t have to answer verbally. We both know the answers already.”

Lucifer was right. They would know the answers. James didn’t like where this was going at all. He prayed, silently, that this was some kind of test of his faith. He prayed for God to guide him. What James didn’t know is that once a person dies and is to be ferried (or in this case, “fairied”) to Hell, God does the equivalent of blocking your number. God wouldn’t help him, God was going to abandon him.

“Do you believe that the Bible alone contains the perfect moral code? Do you believe that your faith is the one true faith, and that all the non-believers get to meet this gorgeous mug? Do you believe that men are the providers and women belong in the home? Do you believe that even if a woman is raped, the pregnancy throws her into alternating panic and despair from the resulting trauma, then finds out that giving birth will kill her as well as the child, that she should still be denied an abortion? Do you believe that the men and women who fought and died for your country are going to hell just because it isn’t a “Christian Nation” anymore? Do you believe that snakes are evil just ‘cause I supposedly talked a lady into eating a fruit? Do you believe that homosexuals, bisexuals, or any other non-heterosexual individuals are impure and deserve my tender loving care on that basis alone?”

James had to admit that when framed like that, it sounded horrible. But this was Satan. His two talents were convincing people to sin and convincing them they’re sinners, right? He was sure this was a test now.

“Yes,” James replied, trying to rely on the faith that landed him in this situation in the first place, “I do believe those things. The Lord God, the Almighty, Loving Father has said so, and I must believe in His Wisdom, which he shares with us in His Word, the Bible.”

If you’ve ever seen someone choke down a laugh, imagine that but put the Dark Prince, the King of Demons, the most feared being in the place that is literally designed to be painful and scary, doing that. That’ll kill your ego faster than a bullet. James tried not to show it, but already he was falling apart, little by little.

“Wow. I haven’t met one of you yet that had the balls to stand up to me. Then again, I tailor the costume to each of you. It’s the highlight of my day when I get to watch them realize the exact moment in their life that sealed their fate. Yours is gonna be fucking fantastic. How about we play a little game? Get in.”

James was once again flabbergasted when he found the two of them outside the hospital beside a parked candy apple red Mini Cooper, complete with vanity plate: “FLAMING” in a font that looked like, well, fire. Unfortunately for James, no matter how much he consciously tried to stay put, his “body” seemed to have a mind of its own, puppeteering him into a car he could swear he had no business in. He did not like the fuzzy pink everything, he did not like the fact that he was in a car that Lucifer was driving, and he did not like the music about being born whatever way. He could not understand why he couldn’t stop himself from playing along. Had God really forgotten him? (Spoiler Alert: The answer is yes.)

The game, James found out, was to guess your worst offense before you arrive at the check-in desk. If you do, you get an hour to make peace with your fate. If you don’t, he will tell you. And as soon as the weight of your sin hits you the torture begins. He could not possibly have done anything to deserve this. Another test. He wondered what he had to do to pass, and for an instant he wondered if he could.

James did feel he had some kind of advantage in that he could decide what memory he would parrot to Lucifer. “Was it the time I told Momma it was the dog that ate those cookies when I was 9?”

The boyish demon gave a gentle grin and said, “Oh, Jimmy. It would never be something so bland and benign. Guess again.” With that, the road ahead of them cracked and caved, and Satan drove them down the broken road. Strangely enough, the ramp-like section was maybe twenty feet long, maximum, but since they went sub-surface it had somehow stretched into a long highway. All the way down it was scorching desert with sporadic skeletons and the occasional crow. In the distance you can see that the highway leads to what looks like a city on fire.

“How about the time I told Susie Day that I swore I didn’t see anything that time I accidentally walked in on her changing while I was at her brother’s house when I was 13?” Okay, he vaguely remembered that. What made that bad, he wondered? He should have said “I’m sorry that I caused you distress when I accidentally walked in, I know that is very uncomfortable and I want you to know that I never want to put you in a situation that makes you uncomfortable” instead of “Oh, calm down Susie! I didn’t even see anything!”

The devil, in his twink body, smiled bigger, but he was starting to look different. He was starting to change, but James couldn’t quite pin down what it was.

“Hm. Moved up to ‘caused someone undue emotional stress and then blamed them’ from ‘blame it on the dog’. I like where this is headed. Go fish.”

James didn’t understand why that was bad, but it didn’t matter. He could whip out his childhood white lies for at least a few days, if that’s all he ever did wrong.

“What about when I was 16 and told that girl I loved her so she’d sleep with me? That was a nasty break up.” He wasn’t perfect, he hadn’t really done anything wrong though because she agreed to it, right? Wrong. When he gets a turn in the solitary sensory deprivation pit for a millennium or two he’ll get to realize what was wrong. He had used something he knew someone was vulnerable to in order to get what he wanted. He baited her, deceived her, and manipulated her for selfish gain and something she took more seriously than he did.

Lu’s features were becoming exaggerated. He was morphing into some nightmarish caricature of the fragile looking kid that he had met just minutes ago. The grin was now just too large to be natural, his teeth looked sharper somehow, and James could swear that horns were starting to grow through his hair. He hoped that was it, he might only have one chance, and he was losing faith that this was a test that God wanted him to overcome.

“Excellent use of coercion. You put your needs above others then didn’t you?” The Devil chuckled, and even his laughter had become exaggerated and unnerving. “We’re getting close, Jimmy. This might be your last chance. For the opportunity to collect yourself for one solid hour before we send you off to Damnation Station, what is the most vile thing you’ve ever done?”

James was suddenly aware that it was his steadfastness to his beliefs that got him here. Maybe it wasn’t something he did consciously. How many things could he have done or said that he simply wasn’t aware of? He was doomed, but had one more shot. All or nothing.

“There was the time that I walked right by that nerd that bully was beating up, but I don’t step into fights because I’m a pacifist, and I figured the kid would just get a couple bruises. All I saw was some shoving and a slap or two. I had no idea he was gonna end up with broken bones, but would Jesus have traded blows with a bully?”

The whole world went silent, save for the chilling intake of breath and relaxed sigh of a satisfied monster.

“Actually, yes. He would. And he did a couple times, they just left those bits out. I usually let you all figure these ones out on your own since you’ve got all the time in the world, but this one is gold. You wouldn’t have had to do much. That bully was afraid of you, you were bigger and stronger and the preacher’s son. You could have told him to scram and that nerd would have nothing worse than a slightly puffy cheek and a bruised shoulder. But you didn’t intervene. Your rationale wasn’t even pacifism at the time, you fossil. Your rationale was that your abusive asshole father would beat the piss out of you for getting in the middle of something that didn’t concern you. But- you’re out of time, Jimmy. Good game. Get out.”

They had pulled up to a massive gate of twisted wrought-iron. A huge sign that looked like it was painted with blood that said “Check-In” was pointing to the right side of the gate, where it met with the stone wall reminiscent of gothic cathedrals that surrounded the massive city. As Lu walked him to the desk, there was a spring in his step and he hummed a haunting melody.

At the desk was probably another demon, but this one (as James may or may not find out at some point in the infinite future) was a ghoulish looking Leather Daddy. Complete with leather everything and a sketchy 1970s mustache. As they approached, he greeted them with a deep bow.

“Hello, my Lord. What do you require of me? I will gladly d-“ he was cut off.

“Skip the formalities, Evan. This one didn’t guess. Pull up his file.” He flashed a look at the devastated soul that said the Devil’s favorite moment is finally here. “Baker, James. 73 years old. From BFE.”

Evan looked up from the computer screen (yeah, they have computers, too, it’s the 21st century) with absolute glee in his dead, black eyes. “Shit. I can’t believe I get to witness one this brutal. Thank you, my Lord.”

Without acknowledging his servant’s excitement, Lucifer dove into the monologue that would crush the last bit of hope James Baker had left, the speech that would thrust him into his eternal torment.

To be continued.....

[tyranttortoise]

Do you know the Bean boozled challenge? How about we have a round with the skeleton brothers? You can pick which pair, or do all of them if you'd like. If you don't know what it is, it's a box of jelly beans and a spinner. you spin and get a picture and two flavors. ex: peach or vomit. The bean in question looks the same so you can't tell which is which until you eat it. So say, if classic sans got vomit and papyrus got peach how would they react? or vice versa? or both peach or both vomit?

(*So, I love Beanboozled.  I actually got this game for Christmas and played it with my coworkers.  I still have it, so I decided to make this imagine a little more interesting/realistic, I’m going to actually play the game and spin for the characters.  

Hoo boy, here we go. )

It’s game night at the skelebros’ house, and Frisk has brought over a new game to try!  Papyrus is super hype when he hears that it involves human food, and when the flavors are explained, he starts to get a little confused.  “GRASS CLIPPINGS IN CANDY?  THAT’S.. UH, OF COURSE I KNEW THAT HUMANS ENJOY THAT!”

“i think it’s just to weed out the ones with weak stomachs, bro.”

“OH!  WELL, IN THAT CASE, I’LL DEFINITELY WIN!  I DON’T EVEN HAVE A STOMACH!  NYEH HEH HEH!”  

Undyne slams a fist on the table.  “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, PAPS?  YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT MY WILLPOWER?!”

Papyrus poses confidently and his scarf starts to waft behind him despite the fact that everyone is indoors.  “NOT EVEN YOU CAN DEFEAT THE GREAT PAPYRUS AT BEANS-OF-BOOZED!”

“U-uhh.. it’s.. actually Beanboozled,” Alphys chimes in nervously.  

“Are you sure this game is safe, my child?” Toriel, meanwhile, is looking over the box.  She’s under the impression that eating anything to do with barf is detrimental to one’s health.  Asgore takes a seat on the other side of Frisk as the sole human nods.  

“Well, shall we get started?  Who wants to go first?”

Undyne:

She aggressively flicks the spinner, glaring at it as everyone leans in with anticipation.  

It lands on Buttered Popcorn or Rotten Egg.  Alphys cringes beside her.  Undyne picks up the jelly bean and holds it up, trying not to make a face.  "PFFT, I know this is going to be BUTTERED POPCORN!“  Maybe if she’s confident about it, it’ll come true.  

It’s Rotten Egg.

It takes her a few chews to place the flavor, but once she does, she freezes up.  She doesn’t want to make a face, but she can’t help it.  Alphys cringes beside her. "Wa..Was it the egg..?”

“NO!  IT WAS DELICIOUS!”  Undyne lies, trying to swallow the rest without chewing.  "This game is too easy, punk!  Your turn, Paps.“  

The taste remains thick in her mouth no matter how many times she swallows.  

Papyrus:

Paps feels pretty good about the game after seeing it be no big deal to Undyne.  He spins the spinner and intensely watches the arrow traverse the circle.  "PLEASE DON’T LET IT BE AWFUL!  NOT.. NOT THAT IT WOULD MATTER!”

Berry Blue or Toothpaste.  That’s not too bad.  He relaxes and fishes out the blue jellybean.  

YEAH, THAT’S TOOTHPASTE ALL RIGHT.

It actually.. doesn’t taste bad.  He spends his time thoughtfully chewing it and rolling it around his mouth.  Is it cleaning his teeth?  That would be a nice touch.  

“Well?” Undyne impatiently prompts.

“IT WAS TOOTHPASTE!  BUT STRANGE JELLY BEANS ARE NO MATCH FOR ME!”

Sans:

Sans begins to wonder if maybe his brother’s tastebuds are just off.  That would explain his cooking..  Welp, he thought this game was going to be a little rough, but it seems mild now, so he shrugs and takes his spin without paying much attention.  

Strawberry Banana Smoothie or Dead Fish?

His eyelights go out.  

*the hell kind of sadistic game?

It takes him a second to figure out which jelly bean does along with it because the options for those and the one for Peach/Barf look really similar, but once he does, he shrugs and pops it into his mouth.  He chews twice.

WELP IT’S DEAD FISH GUYS, IT’S DEAD FISH.

(*Okay, fuck, seriously?)

Immediately, he spits it out on the table.  It’s worse than anything his brother has made, and the taste is overtaking his senses.  He grabs Frisk’s drink from across Toriel and starts downing it without permission.  Everyone is staring.

“…So��� Dead Fish?” Asgore quietly inquires, while Sans tries to force his eyelights to reignite.  

“Are you all right, Sans?”  Toriel asks in concern, tentatively rubbing his back.

“y-yeah, i thought there was something fishy about this game.  heh.”

He’s never playing this again.

Toriel:

After seeing that display, Toriel is cautious.  She no longer wants to play, but she doesn’t want to hurt Frisk’s feelings by refusing, so she decides to be a good sport and spin.

Coconut or Spoiled Milk?

She sniffs the jelly bean when she picks it up.  It doesn’t smell promising.  

It’s Spoiled Milk.

(*ARE THERE ANY GOOD FLAVORS IN HERE WHAT IS THIS C'MON)

From her face it’s easy to tell that it’s horrible rancid milk flavored, but she doesn’t want to just be rude and spit the partially-chewed jelly bean onto the table like Sans.  She looks around in a panic, and Asgore hands her a handkerchief to dispose of the food.  She even wipes her tongue on the fabric afterward, desperate to rid herself of the taste.  Papyrus ends up running to the kitchen to get her some water.

“Looks like you got a bad one, too, dear,” Asgore says gently, which earns him a cold stare from Toriel, who’s still not on the friendliest of terms with her ex.  

“I don’t understand what the point of this game is, child,” she admits, looking to Frisk, who shrugs a little.

Frisk:

“It’s just to see who can last the longest or get the luckiest, I guess.  It’s fun to see what flavor you’ll get,” they explain, spinning for their turn.

Chocolate Pudding or Canned Dog Food.  Well, it could be worse.  They’ve eaten some pretty questionable things in the past, including some of the food found Underground.  

They tense, preparing themselves for the worst, but.. it’s just Chocolate Pudding.  They sigh in relief and give everyone’s inquisitive stares a thumbs up.

“Looks like you and Undyne are the lucky ones so far,” Asgore observes with a slight chuckle.  

“Y-yeah.. Lucky,” Undyne mutters.

Asgore:

He’s found the game exciting to watch so far, so he’s eager to take his turn.  Game nights remind him of fonder times, back when he and Tori were still a family.  Now, seated around a table like this, he felt.. nostalgic.

Welp enough living in the past, time to eat some jelly beans!  The spinner lands on the same thing as Frisk, but that’s no fun, so he’s urged to spin again if he wants by the human.  Why not?  

Caramel Corn or Moldy Cheese?

There’s no DETERMINATION to be found in this kind of cheese, Frisk thinks as they watch Asgore search for the appropriate jelly bean.  Like Toriel, he sniffs it, and yeah, doesn’t smell promising.  Regardless, he tosses it in his mouth and chews.  He’s prepared for the worst and flinches when the taste first hits his tongue, but.. after a few more chews, he realizes it’s just Caramel Corn.  

Phew.  He sighs in relief and leans back.  "That wasn’t bad, actually.“  Sans and Toriel give him a cold, hard stare, and he chuckles nervously, before sliding the spinner closer to Alphys.  

"Your turn now.”

Alphys:

“U-uh… o..okay,” Alphys stammers, nervous and already thinking of the worst possible outcome.  She reaches out and gulps.  "Here.. here I g-go..!“

Strawberry Banana Smoothie or Dead Fish?  

She begins to sweat, remembering Sans’s reaction.  She knew the flavor must be horrible for him to react that way; nothing usually gets under his skin. "C-can I spin again?  Since, uh, since Sans already t-tried it?”

Everyone agrees, and she relaxes, spinning it again.

Strawberry Banana Smoothie or Dead Fish?

…. Everyone is quiet.  Alphys slowly reaches forward and flicks the spinner again.

Strawberry Banana Smoothie or Dead Fish?

The room is tense.  Alphys is shaking.  There’s no way her luck can be this bad.  She tries one last time.

STRAWBERRY BANANA SMOOTHIE OR DEAD FISH?!?!?!

“OH FOR ASGORE’S SAKE!” Undyne rages, jolting to her feet and gripping the side of the table.  She’s about to flip it, and Alphys panics, grabbing her wrist.  

“I-it’s okay, it’s okay!  I’ll just eat it!  I.. I bet I get the Strawberry Banana Smoothie, so it won’t even be a big deal!”

Undyne only calms down marginally, her chest heaving.  Alphys nervously fumbles with the packages, searching for the correct jelly bean.  Finally, she locates it and pops it into her mouth, while Undyne grasps her by the shoulders and presses her face in close, looking for the first sign of distress.

It’s Strawberry Banana Smoothie.  Alphys sighs in relief and Undyne hugs her, causing the reptilian scientist to blush bright pink across her scales.  

“WOWIE!  I WAS ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT THE ENTIRE TIME!”  Papyrus pipes up.  "I THINK THAT GAME’S A LITTLE TOO INTENSE FOR ANOTHER ROUND!“

Everyone agrees.

[outpostsofbabel]

Demigods and Semi-devils, Chapter IV (IX)

Duan Yu had never been so close to a girl his own age before. Her soft cheek was pressed against his, and her gentle cries filled his ears. The air seemed to be full of that delicate scent that hovered around her. Is it any wonder, then, that he felt himself getting somewhat lightheaded?

The pain in his belly began to ebb. The fact was that Sikong Xuan had not given them a fake antidote. It was simply that the Bowel Breaking Powder was such a powerful poison, and Duan Yu had taken it so late, that some pain was inevitable even as the antidote began to work. Sikong Xuan had, of course, known this very well. But he had not mentioned it for fear of angering the emissaries from Lingjiu Palace.

“Is the pain any better?” Mu Wanqing asked, since Duan Yu had stopped groaning.

“It is. But... but...”

“But what?”

“If you leave me, I’m afraid it will start hurting again.”

The girl blushed and pushed Duan Yu away. “So you were faking it all along.”

Duan Yu turned red himself. But then a sharp wave of pain hit him, and he cried out again.

Mu Wanqing took his hand. “My dear, if you die, I don’t want to live either. Let us be together in the netherworld.”

Not wanting her to die for love, Duan Yu said hurriedly: “No, no! You have to avenge me, and then sweep my grave every year. You have to sweep it for thirty or forty years, so I can rest in peace.”

“Whatever for?” Mu Wanqing asked. “You wouldn’t know, since you’re dead. How does it help if I sweep your grave?”

“Well, it won’t help either f you die along with me,” Duan Yu retorted. “At least when you come and sweep my grave every year, I can look at your pretty face and be happy about it. But once you’re dead, we’ll both become skeletons. There’s nothing pleasant to look at there.”

The compliment made Mu Wangqing feel gleeful for a moment. But then she thought about how she had given her life over to Duan Yu just today, only to watch him die. Her eyes filled with tears again.

Duan Yu slipped an arm around her waist, feeling the soft suppleness beneath his fingertips. His heart leaped and he bent his head to kiss her. It was the first time he had ever kissed a girl, and he merely brushed her lips for a second before backing off. Looking at her, he said: “It’s a pity my life will not be a long one. I won’t have much longer to look at that pretty face.”

The girl’s heart was hammering in her chest after the kiss and she flushed very prettily, so that her pale face was suffused with colour. “You are the first man who has seen my face,” she said. “When you die, I’ll slice it up so that no other man will be able to see what it looked like.”

Duan Yu wanted to say something to stop her, but a little spark of jealousy flared up inside him at the thought of another man seeing his wife’s face. He said instead: “Why did you swear such a strange vow? Well, it’s strange but it’s also kind of...good, really.”

“Well, you’re my husband, so I don’t mind telling you,” Mu Wangqing said. “I’m an orphan. I was abandoned in the wilderness as soon as I was born, but luckily, my master saved me. She took pains to raise me and teach me martial arts, and told me that all men are fickle. Any man who saw my face would try all ways and means to lead me astray, she said. So when I was fourteen, she gave me this mask to hide my face. I’ve lived eighteen years in the deep mountains with my master, and-”

“Oh, you’re eighteen,” Duan Yu interrupted. “That’s a year younger than me.”

Mu Wanqing nodded. “In the spring, we got a visitor. As it turned out, my master’s sister-in-arms, the Beautiful Yaksha known as Gan Baobao, had sent a messenger with a letter-”

“Wait, isn’t that Zhong Ling’s mother?” Duan Yu asked?

“Yes, she is my aunt, in a way,” Mu Wanqing said. Her expression suddenly darkened. “Stop thinking about that little devil, Zhong Ling. You’re my husband, and you should only be thinking of me.”

Duan Yu stuck out his tongue and pulled a face.

“Oh, are you not going to obey?” Mu Wanqing asked, incensed. “I’m your wife, so I’ll only think of you. To me, all other men will be no more than dogs and pigs and wild beasts.”

Duan Yu grinned. “Well, I can’t do that.”

Raising her hand to hit him, Mu Wanqing asked angrily: “And why not?”

“My mother, and your master, aren’t they all ‘other women’? How can I think of them as wild beasts?”

Taken aback, Mu Wanqing nodded slowly. “Alright. But you’re not allowed to always think of that little devil.”

“I didn’t,” Duan Yu retorted. “I only thought of her when mentioned her mother. What did the letter say?”

“I don’t know. My master was furious after she read it, and tore it into pieces. She told the messenger: ‘I know this. You can go now’. After that, she cried for days and refused to eat. I tried to console her but she wouldn’t listen, and wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. She would only say that two women had wronged her.

“So I told her: ‘Master, don’t be angry. If these women have hurt you so much, let’s go out and get rid of them.’ My master agreed, and so the both of us left to hunt the women down. She said that these two women had been the cause of all her sorrows all these years, but she had known nothing about it until Gan Baobao told her about them and where they lived.”

Mrs Zhong seemed almost girlishly innocent and naive, but it turns out she’s a scheming villain, Duan Yu thought. Isn’t she just making use of Mu Wanqing’s master to get rid of her enemies? 

“Before we descended the mountain, my master made me promise to swear a vow. I would have to kill the first man to see my face or marry him. And if he didn’t want to marry me, or if he divorced me, then I would have to kill that fickle creature with my own hands. And if I did not keep to my vow, my master would kill herself once she found out. Now, I know my master is fully capable of what she says she will do. It wasn’t an empty threat.”

Now that’s something, Duan Yu thought. Most vows say something along the lines of: ‘This will happen to me if I don’t keep my word’. But her master actually used suicide to force Mu Wanqing to keep her word. How horrible.

“My master was both mother and father to me, and I owed her so much,” Mu Wanqing said. “How could I not have agreed? And it was all for my own good. I didn’t hesitate, but knelt before her to swear my vow. After that, we headed to Suzhou to kill the woman who goes by the name of Wang. But she lives in an odd place. No matter where we turned it was rivers and harbours. We killed many of her disciples, but we never saw her.

“After that, my master suggested we split up to search for her. If we could not find each other after a month, we were to head to Dali, because the other woman lived there. But this woman called Wang had many servants who were skilled in martial arts. Granny Rui and Granny Ping were the leaders of this band. I could not defeat all of them, so I made my way to Dali, fighting and hiding the whole way. I met up with Aunt Gan, who told me to stay in the Valley of Ten Thousand Dangers and wait for my master. When she arrived, we would be able to go after the woman in Dali together. But it was not my master who arrived, but Granny Rui and her servants. The rest, you know.”

Mu Wanqing closed her eyes for a moment, then continued: “At the beginning, all I knew was that you were like every other man on earth - faithless and heartless just like what my master said. But after borrowing Black Rose, you hurried back to tell me that I was in trouble. When that gang of brigands surrounded me, you tried to protect me even though you don’t know martial arts at all. I...I’m not heartless. I was, naturally, very grateful.”

You dragged me behind a horse, into a stream. You slapped me for barely any reason at all. And all this was gratitude! Duan Yu thought. Well, if she hadn’t been grateful, I’d probably have been shot dead.

“You helped to tend my wounds and you saw my back. And I saw your bare bottom. I thought I would probably have to marry you at that rate. Then the Crocodile God of the South Seas forced my hand, and I had no choice but to let you see what I looked like.” She looked up at Duan Yu then, with a surprisingly tender gaze.

Has she...has she really developed feelings for me? Duan Yu wondered.

“Well, uh, don’t think too much about seeing my bare...” he muttered. “Anyway, you were a victim of circumstance and didn’t have much choice. You don’t have to abide by the vow, do you?”

“How can I simply break my vow?” Mu Wanqing said angrily. “Did you think your bottom was nice to look at? It was ugly as hell. If you’re not interested in marrying me, let me know early so that I can put an arrow through your throat right now and keep my vow.”

Before Duan Yu could explain himself, another shooting pain had him doubled over and clutching his belly, groaning loudly.

“Hurry up, do you want to marry me or not?” Mu Wanqing snapped.

“My... my stomach... hurts,” Duan Yu gasped.

“Do you want to be my husband or not?’

Given how much his stomach was hurting, it seemed to Duan Yu unlikely that he would live much longer. And if that was the case, why hurt Mu Wanqing just before he died and leave her with eternal regret? He nodded. “I... I will marry you.”

The girl’s finger had already been resting on the trigger hidden in her sleeve, ready to release a lethal little dart. But hearing Duan Yu’s words, she took her finger off the trigger and smiled so widely that she looked like a newly-blossomed flower. She seized Duan Yu around the waist. “Husband, let me rub your tummy for you.”

“No, no!” Duan Yu said urgently. “We’re not yet married! It’s not appropriate for a man and woman to be... to be like this.”

“Hah! Then why did you kiss me just now?” Mu Wanqing said.

“You were too beautiful and I couldn’t stop myself. It was unworthy of me.”

“You don’t need to make excuses like that,” she replied, grinning. “I liked it.”

Now this is what real innocence looks like, Duan Yu thought. Mrs Zhong’s was false. But Zhong Ling is still young, and hers was genuine too.

“I know, you’ve been hungry for too long. That makes the pain worse,” Mu Wanqing said. “I’ll carve up some of that guy’s flesh for you to eat.” Bracing herself against the boulder, she stood up to make her way over to the body of the man killed by the Crocodile God.

Duan Yu was so horrified that he forgot about his pain. “You can’t eat human flesh!” he shouted. “I’d rather die than eat that.”

“Why not?” Mu Wanqing asked curiously. “When I was living with my master, I ate tigers and leopards. Would those not be permissible as well?”

“Of course tigers and leopards are edible, but human flesh is not!”

“Is human flesh poisonous? I didn’t know that.”

“It’s not about the poison. You are a human, and so am I, and this man was one too. You just can’t eat human flesh.”

“Why? I’ve seen jackals and wolves eat each other when they are hungry.”

Duan Yu sighed. “Yes, and if humans ate each other, wouldn’t we be exactly like jackals and wolves?”

[asktemmie-frisk]

Cruel and Unusual Judgment (ゴッドモードアーク(Goddomodoaku)) (God-mode Arc)

Finding a proper restaurant that would serve monsters and humans was difficult, but they found one: Sly Tennor's Tie and Fry. It was actually a somewhat contradictory name to how the food was actually prepared. "I can't believe it took us 20 GODDAMN MINUTES TO GET HERE!" Undyne complained loudly. "Finally, someone gets it! Why is it always so hard to find a restaurant that serves monsters and humans?!" Chara agreed. "Well, doesn't F-Frisk have to mention that at s-some point?" Asked Alphys. "Don't think 'Frisky Dingo' has the power to talk about the segregation of monsters in restaurants. You guys can't even eat our food." "Uhh, actually, yes, we can, Chara. It's just that our bodies are made of mostly nothing but magic with a very small amount of physical substance." Asriel countered. He then poked Chara's stomach. "Your physical composition is THE EXACT OPPOSITE. Your body is made of mostly nothing but physical matter with a very small amount of magical composition." "HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?! I thought only Alphys knew! I don't even know what humans are made of!" Undyne frantically called for an answer. "First of all, humans like Chara are made up of a great many things, the most prominent being H2O, also known as water. It's the most basic thing a human needs to survive, but they're constantly running out, so they have to replenish their water every day by drinking water. Second, come on, Undyne! What, you think I wouldn't use my power to learn something at some point? It was in one of the books I read, and then burned." "Strange. I just thought you were interested in killing people, just like your mom and dad." Sans quiped. "Sans. No. Just...just no. Stop." Chara put her foot down. "Whatever. Like I said, when we get tables, you four stay away from Papyrus and I." Sans added while emptying his eyesockets and pointing an accusational finger at the Dreemurrs. Sans was not in the mood to be near them for Papyrus' sake. After they all got inside, they got seated. Things have never been as awkward as they were in that moment. The Dreemurrs sitting at least one table away from Sans and Papyrus while Sans has empty eyesockets the entire time, even having Alphys and Undyne as a barrier between them. Toriel felt ashamed of herself. Sans doesn't trust me anymore, she thought. He doesn't trust any of us anymore. She decided to get up and try to talk to Sans. "Mom, don't. Sans ain't gonna like it." Chara warned while noticing the judge's left eyesocket. Toriel sat back down per Chara's request and out of fear of what could happen if she crossed the boundaries that were laid out. "We really messed up, didn't we, sis?" Asked Asriel sadly. "No. If we simply messed up, things wouldn't have ended up like this. Sans isn't normally cool with people who have killed at least once before, but BOY, DID WE FUCK UP." "Yes. We cannot just act like what we said was not the truth. We did do what we did. But that does not mean that we cannot regain his trust. We can. It will take some time, but perhaps Sans will stop holding it against us eventually." Asgore said sagely. "What makes you think that, dad? Look at him. Both of his pupils are gone. And if both of his pupils are gone, that's how you know he's serious. So why do you think we can regain Sans' trust?" "I...do not know. Perhaps Sans has actually already forgiven us, but he is scared for Frisk's life. He believes we would end up killing him again. And keep in mind that because there are a lot of humans on the surface, there is an extremely strong chance that this time, Frisk's death would be final." None of the Dreemurrs noticed, but Sans was listening the entire time. "So what you're saying is Sans is just...being overprotective?" Asked Asriel in a depressed tone. "Yes. He deserves the right to be. He has 2 brothers, both of them he loves very much despite the fact that one tried to kill the other, and he just found out that one of them is in constant danger because he is living with your mother and sister." "Yes. What self-respecting person would not be alarmed by that?" Responded a guilt-ridden Toriel. "Sans is right to reject us. We were the royal family, and we were supposed to set an example, but instead, we let our past problems, and their ramifications, catch up to us because they went unsolved and ruin innocent people's lives. We truly are the very worst." Toriel gave out herself an unusual amount of brutal honesty. She was ashamed of herself, and couldn't sense Sans walking to her family as she hung her head in shame while shedding more tears. "You're right, you know." Sans judged in a harsh tone. "Sans. I am sorry that I kept pretending to be a perfect mother to Frisk. No mother should do what I did and be allowed to be called one. I do not deserve to be around Frisk anymore. That being said, I want you to know right now that none of us intend to harm or kill Frisk. And if we gave you the impression that Frisk is no longer safe with us, we are truly, sincerely sorry." Toriel's tears started flowing out faster as she lost her mettle to speak to her friend. "And if you looked up to us, and felt like you were betrayed, it was not our intentions. I should not have kept anything a secret from you. We are sorry." "Tori, enough. I know you guys really are remorseful. I'm just telling you what you need to hear at this point. You guys were the inspiration for a great many of our people. All that's happened is you guys admitting you're not perfect, and that's a good thing because in truth, ya ain't. And it's okay to not be perfect. Ya ain't supposed to be. A lot of monsters think you guys are, but in reality, you're all just like the rest of us. Everybody forgets that people with status and renoun are, or at least were, exactly like everybody else at some point. Why? Because they idolize those people. And because those people are idolized, they feel pressure to live up to that status everyone thinks they're in. But right now, I'm seeing the Dreemurrs as they really are: people who made mistakes just like the rest of us. Biggest thing that sets you and other celebs apart is that you guys are being brutally honest with yourselves now. There is, however, one thing you didn't do just yet. You never forgave yourselves for what you did or what happened. Wasn't Asgore's fault he had to kill humans just to help his kind. Wasn't Asriel's fault he lost his soul. Wasn't Chara's fault that she wasn't treated the best before she fell down. Wasn't your fault that Frisk killed you, but you got angry for that happening to you. Perfectly reasonable reaction. To make things worse, you got clouded, to an extent, by people's praise of you, and it caused you to forget that you're not THAT special. That you can't judge anyone for what they do 'cause chances are if you were in their position, you probably woulda done the same thing." "You really think so, Sans?" "Think about it. When Asriel had control over the timeline in his 'fingertips', he could literally do whatever he wanted, and there would be absolutely no consequences whatsoever. Can anyone of us honestly say we wouldn't mess with that power, even if only a little bit?" They all thought about it, except for Asriel, obviously. "To be honest, I probably would have been downright cruel to Asgore if I could control time." Toriel admitted. "If I had my way, I would go back and kill every last human that treated me horribly. And then, I would make them watch me do it over, and over, and over..." Chara couldn't resist doing her creepy face at the notion. "I must admit; even as great as I am, I would go back and research all the ways to cook pasta of all types." Even Papyrus admitted to wanting that same power. "See, Tori? None of us are perfect. In fact, to be honest, if I could reset right now..." Sans closed his eyesockets and reopened them, only to make them empty. "You'd be dead where you stand for killing my brother. And so would your son." The Dreemurrs all became scared of Sans in that second. Asriel was especially shaken. "If you had that power, what would you think about it?" "That I should be responsible with it?" Toriel replied, fearful of Sans' wrath. "Ah. I see. Well, if that is the case...then why'd you kill my brother?" Toriel had no response. "Brother is right. If you're supposed to be responsible about your magic, then why did you kill Frisk with it?" Papyrus stood up, materialized a bone, and aimed it at Toriel's throat. "Papy, it's okay, baby! You don't have to do this!" Mettaton said, getting scared. "Okay, I admit it. Maybe Papyrus is a good fit for the guard. Or he would be if we still had it." Undyne confessed, visibly spooked. "Well? Aren't you going to tell me? After all, I am pretty great. Hopefully great enough to receive an answer, and, for your sake, quickly before I make you regret not giving me one." No one, not even Sans, expected Papyrus to get dangerous in that instant. Toriel had to tell the truth. "Papyrus, I only did it by mistake. I had no true intentions of killing him, just trying to make him turn back by hurting him a little. I only wa-OUCH!!" Papyrus smacked the top of her head with the aforementioned bone. "You hurt Sans and I. By killing Frisk. I know it was an accident, but this is for you to think about what you did." Papyrus then jabbed her stomach with the bone. "Okay. I will admit it. I did deserve that." Toriel managed weakly. "Ouch." The skeleton brothers went back to their separate table, somewhat satisfied. "Mom, you gonna be okay?" Asked a concerned Chara. "I will be fine. That hurt." "Good" said the skeletons in unison. After that, they sat back down at their according to the terms Sans had set for Toriel. There was an uncomfortable bitterness between the Dreemurrs and the skele-brothers. Sans attacked all 4 of them verbally, but Papyrus gave Toriel a dose of tough love. It would be a while before things simmered down between them. Eventually, the waiter got them all menus and took their orders. While they were waiting, Papyrus started thinking about what he did. "Hey, Sans, Undyne." Said Papyrus. "Do either one of you think I did the right thing? I mean, I shouldn't have done it, but I didn't like what she did to Frisk. He means a lot to me, and-" "Pap, listen. I don't think you shoulda knocked some sense into her, no matter how much she deserves it, but I also think you were just doing the same thing I was gonna do. If she's really sorry, then you and I have nothing to fear." Sans said in a warmer, more welcoming tone. "Yeah, dude. Still, didn't think you'd have the balls to do that!" Added Undyne. "I knew you were pretty strong, but what you did just now? That showed me that you held back in the past. If you fought like that, you definitely would be in the royal guard...if we still had one." "Thank you, Undyne. And thank you, brother. Still though..." "Papyrus?" "If she hurts Frisk, she's liable to get hit back. And hard. Right, Sans?" Both of Papyrus' eyesockets glowed yellow and orange. "WITHOUT QUESTION." Sans agreed with an empty right eyesocket and a glowing left one. They both waved eerily at the Dreemurrs, confirming their curent overprotective train of thought. None of the Dreemurrs had been more scared in their life. It's possible that they may end up having nightmares about it for a while. After the waiter brought the food to both tables and they finished it, they went to Sans and Papyrus' house to finish their discussion.