#slim!papyrus

[vrnicky]

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The whole gang is here!!!

Phew that took a while lol

Reblogs appreciated!

[con-cognito]

Here's a little Bday gift for the incredibly sweet @zwagyzonk, who deserves all the love and smooches in the world.

[bigoltrashpile]

Learning to Share

The lovely @galacticroyal93 has once again commissioned me! Thank you so much you're the greatest!!! This one is for all four yandere Papyruses kidnapping and then...loving the same person ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) So if you are a minor please go away, but if you're over 18, then enjoy!!!

You stared up at the ceiling blankly.  It was Friday.  The fifth day of your capture.  You sighed and rolled over, trying to find the will to get out of bed.

It had started normally.  You had become friends with Slim, a friendly skeleton monster, and you had quickly become a part of each others’ lives.  You and him had hung out whenever you could, and soon enough, you met his cousins.  Apparently he had a lot of them, eight all together in one house.  They had seemed normal enough…

But then some of them started to get attached.  Too attached.

The tall skeletons, Papyrus, Noir, and Hound, along with Slim of course, had begun vying for your attention.  Papyrus and Noir would show off and try to impress you, while Slim and Hound would try to get you to smile, and try to share any food or drink they could with you, just to see you happy.

It was nice!  For a while.  Then, things started to get…weird.  Papyrus would somehow show up wherever you were, Noir seemed to have a few things that looked suspiciously close to things you had lost, Hound somehow knew your favorite drink order, and Slim, although still sweet, would pull you a bit too close when anyone else tried to talk to you.

Definitely strange.

Well, five days ago, you figured out why.

You had been trying to find a good recipe to cook for dinner, when you heard something strange behind you.  

A footstep.

You lived alone.

Instantly, you stiffened up.  Your hand moved slowly away from the recipe book, to the knife block.  You grabbed a knife, and whipped around.

Almost faster than you could blink, a hand caught your wrist.  You were met with a very familiar sight.  Noir.  He smirked down at you gleefully.

“AT LEAST WE KNOW YOU’RE NOT COMPLETELY DEFENSELESS,” he chuckled.  “WELL DONE, SWEET THING.  A VALIANT EFFORT.”

“N-Noir??  What are you doing in my house?” you demanded.  You tried to sound tough, but couldn’t stop your voice from wavering.

“ISN’T IT OBVIOUS?  WE’RE HERE TO TAKE YOU HOME.”

“We?  Home??” you gasped.  You finally looked over Noir’s shoulder to see the other three skeletons behind him.  They were moving boxes out of your room, almost like they were helping you move.  Forcefully.

Using your distraction, Noir took his chance to grab the knife from your hand.  “WOULDN’T WANT YOU HURTING YOURSELF,” he explained casually.  Without looking, he threw the knife.  It stuck in the wall with a loud SHUNK.

You were doomed.

Noir leaned down, his fangs almost touching your ear.  “Now…We Can Do This The Easy Way, Or The Hard Way,” he whispered.  “Either You Come Quietly, Or I Knock You Out And Throw You In The Trunk.  Your Choice.”

“A-are you going to hurt me?” you squeaked pitifully.

“I Don’t Want To Hurt You,” Noir explained.  “But I Will Do What I Must.”

Shaking, you had gone with him quietly.  You were crying silently during the long drive, sure that they were going to do…something to you.  You weren’t sure what.  Kill you?  Sell you for your soul?  Was your friendship with Slim all a lie?  Had he just been kind to you to get to this moment?

Thankfully, once you got to the skeletons’ house, they explained.  Or more accurately, Hound had hugged you tight and kissed you, and then the others explained.

They were in love with you.  All four of them.  They had for months.  Not only did they love you, but they were basically obsessed with you.  They had been stalking you for a while, keeping tabs on you, protecting you, and just falling further and further in love.

They had tried to work things out, and eventually came to a very tenuous agreement.  They would kidnap you, bring you to their home, and share.  For a while.  They would each get you for one day out of the week, and after a  little while, you would decide which of them you would be with forever.

It was definitely a daunting decision.  They were all crazy, obviously, but…they were undeniably very handsome.  And very caring, and thoughtful.  On Monday, the day after you had been taken, Papyrus had treated you to a delicious, homemade dinner.  You had eaten it together under candlelight, which was very romantic despite his “dating outfit” having basketballs for shoulders, and him checking his dating manual every five minutes.

On Tuesday, Slim and you had done a few jigsaw puzzles while watching your favorite movies.  Afterward, you made cookies together!  Slim had eaten lots of the dough, but you still got a few cookies safely into the oven.

On Wednesday, Noir and you went outside!  It was the first time you had seen the sky in two days, and even though he squeezed your hand threateningly every time you talked to someone, walking in the park with hot chocolate had been lovely.

Yesterday, Hound had insisted on playing some games together.  You had started with some card games before moving on to Mario Kart.  Hound was surprisingly good at the game, and you had only won a single race.  Despite that, he was a good sport, and was perfectly happy just sitting on the couch with you.

But today…who would have you on Friday?  Would the order start over, and you’d have another day with Papyrus?  Or would you get the day to yourself?  Yeah, that didn’t seem likely.

Finally, you forced yourself out of bed.  It was still your bed, the skeletons had moved everything from your room to their home, and you had to admit that having all the same things was…comforting somehow.  You got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.

Just like the other days, Noir and Papyrus were already awake and cooking food.  They chatted idly, turning when you walked in.  “AH, TK!” Papyrus beamed.  “GOOD MORNING!”

“G-good morning,” you muttered.  You sat down nervously.  “Um…what’s for breakfast?”

“WE HAVE MADE WAFFLES AND BACON,” Noir said proudly.

Your stomach rumbled.  “Good, good……Um…what’s the plan for today?”

Noir furrowed his brow.  “PLAN?”

“Yeah, who’s going to have me for the day?”

“all of us do.”  You jumped at Slim’s voice right behind you.  He always moved so quietly!  Slim rubbed the sleep from his eyes and plopped down next to you.  “mornin’, hun~”

“What do you mean, ‘all of you’?” you asked.  “Are you all going to, like…have an hour each?”

“nah, figured we’d do a group date or somethin’,” Slim shrugged.  “go to a movie, or smash bros tournament, maybe.  ‘course goin’ out would be nice with so many of us to keep an eye socket on you.”

Right.  Even if you went out, there was no way to escape.  You pushed the thought from your mind.  “Oh.  Well, I guess that sounds nice!”

“‘s’long as i don’t have to do any running i’m game.”  You jumped again.  Hound was just as sneaky as Slim!  The sharp toothed skeleton pressed a kiss to the top of your head.  “good to see ya angel~”

“You saw me yesterday too!” you laughed softly.

“and bein’ asleep was too long without ya,” he responded.  He sat down next to you, on the opposite side of Slim.

Soon enough, the food was ready, and Noir and Papyrus brought over plates of thick, fluffy pancakes and crispy bacon.  All five of you eagerly dug in, the skeletons chatting and arguing a bit as they did.

You closed your eyes happily.  There was just something so…peaceful about it.  Even though they had kidnapped you, you felt safe around these skeletons.  They loved you, you knew that now, and just having them near you was such a comfy feeling.  If they hadn’t kidnapped you, this would be a dream come true.

“what do ya think, tk?”  The sound of your name snapped you back to reality.  “that sound okay?”

“Huh?”

They all laughed softly at your absent mindedness.  “WE WERE JUST WONDERING IF BINGING A SHOW WAS OKAY WITH YOU,” Papyrus smiled.  “WE CAN MAKE A BLANKET FORT IF YOU WANT!”

“Y-yeah, that sounds good!” you smiled.  It would be nice, cuddling with all the skeletons.  Although, with that thought in your head, how would you do that?  There wasn’t a bed big enough for five people, so you’d have to make do.

After breakfast, the skeletons went to work, leaving you locked in the house alone until that evening.  While you were alone, you doodled yourself and the four of them in a giant bed together.  It wasn’t really feasible, but the thought of it made you feel warm.

That evening, the skeletons came home, and were all eager for your movie night.  They eagerly placed a few mattresses on the ground of your bedroom and hung up blankets.  Well, you, Noir, and Papyrus did.  Hound and Slim “supervised”.

When everything was set up, you got dressed.  Papyrus insisted that you all wear pajamas, and so you were wearing an old t shirt and some soft shorts.  The others were wearing lazy clothes as well, and it was a welcome surprise to see them in more casual attire.

Papyrus started some cheesy reality show that you could all make fun of, and they all settled in around you.  Papyrus was behind you, acting like a backrest.  Noir was to your side, leaning against your left shoulder.  Hound’s head was in your lap, using your thighs as a pillow, and Slim was on your right, leaning much more into you than Noir.  He was almost like a slug squishing into your side!

It was stupidly cozy.  You and your four…captors.  You had to remind yourself that they were your captors.  Not boyfriends.  They were keeping you prisoner.

You shook your head.  You would worry about that later.  For now, you could pretend, right?  It was probably the Stockholm syndrome talking, but you wanted to pretend that things were back to normal.

Just for a while.

About an hour into your binge, you were all laughing and chatting happily.  You half expected to fall asleep, but the four of them kept you too entertained.  It was really pure domestic bliss.

Well, maybe except for Hound’s hand creeping further and further up your thigh.

You had tried to ignore it at first, to give him plausible deniability.  But you couldn’t ignore it anymore.  His hand was getting closer and closer to the junction of your thighs.

And the worst part is, you weren’t sure if you wanted to stop him.

Sure, you knew it was wrong.  He had kidnapped you and kept you captive for five days, and now he was trying to make the moves on you?

But on the other hand…his fingers felt so nice as they danced further and further.  You shuddered softly as they finally reached your clothed sex.

You bit your lip to hide your moan.  Just that soft touch felt amazing.  It had been way too long since you’d gotten some action…what could it hurt?

Hound’s eyes met yours.  He quirked his brow in question.  You gave him a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.

A wicked grin spread across his face.  His fingers continued their back and forth motion, feather light, just enough to tease.  Fuck, you needed more.  You spread your legs as much as you could with Hound’s skull still on your thighs.

“AHEM, REMEMBER WHAT WE AGREED, HOUND,” Papyrus’s voice cut through into your little world.  You squeaked and snapped your legs together.

Hound just smirked.  “i don’t know whatcha mean, didn’t actually fuck her, did i?”

“WELL…NO, BUT THE INTENT WAS THERE!”

“AND WE AGREED NO SEX BEFORE SHE ASKED,” Noir growled.  “WE’RE NOT ANIMALS.”

“hey, tk wanted it too!” Hound huffed, finally sitting up.  “didn’t ya, angel?”

Your face warmed.  “I-I mean…yes?”

“a yes with a question mark ain’t good enough,” Slim scoffed.

“Fine then, yes.”  You covered your face, embarrassed.

Instantly, four pairs of hands were all over you, gently slipping under your clothes.  “Well Darling, Why Didn’t You Say So Earlier?” Papyrus whispered in your ear.  You shuddered as his hands found your breasts and tweaked your nipples playfully.  “We’re More Than Happy To Help You~”

“THIS WILL BE THE PERFECT CHANCE TO PROVE I AM THE BEST CHOICE!” Noir grinned.  You could practically feel his smugness coming off of him in waves.

“psh, as if, i’m gonna make ‘em see stars,” Hound interjected.  His hands were right back to your pussy, this time not even trying to be subtle.

Slim didn’t say anything, but you could hear a faint growl coming from his chest.  Before you could say anything, he grabbed your shirt and tore it off of you.

You shrieked and tried to cover yourself, but Papyrus grabbed your wrists in his strong hands and pulled them away.  “Don’t Be Shy,” he purred.  “We’ve Wanted This View For Months~”

You bit your lip, refusing to meet any of their eyes.  While you did, Hound took the chance to get you out of your shorts.  “let us see every inch of ya, angel,” he hummed.  “i can’t wait to taste ya~”

As soon as the shorts were off your hips, all four of them froze.  Slim moaned softly.  “fuck, you smell so good,” he panted.

“And You Look Divine,” Noir agreed.  He gently moved his gloved hands to your hips.  “So Soft…So Beautiful…”

“fuck!  i can’t take it anymore!!”  Before you could even ask, Hound dove between your legs, threw your legs over his shoulders, and licked right up your pussy.  You let out a shocked moan at both the pleasure and the change of position.  Papyrus still had a grip on your wrists, so you couldn’t brace yourself against anything as Hound began to eagerly eat you out.

His long, magical tongue almost seemed like it had a mind of its own.  Your eyes rolled back as it slipped inside you.  It was almost like a tentacle, seeking out your most sensitive spots while his thumb rubbed your clit in tight circles.

“stars,” Slim moaned.  He was rubbing the front of his pants, where an orange glow could be seen.  “you’re so fuckin’ hot, be nice and loud,” he begged.  You had no choice but to oblige when Hound’s tongue found your g spot.

Hound grinned against you as he attacked the spot over and over again.  Fuck, you were so close, you couldn’t hold back any more!

You came against Hound’s face.  Hard.  You let out breathy pants as your orgasm washed over you.  Hound moaned as if he was the one who had just cum as he drank up everything you had to give him.  

He pulled back only after you had fully come down from your high, panting and relaxing against Papyrus’s chest.  “that was better than i ever imagined,” he purred deeply.  “you’re the tastiest fuckin’ dessert i’ve ever had~”

“I Hope You’re Warmed Up,” Noir smirked.  He pushed Hound out of the way as he made his way to your front.  “Because The Main Event Is Just Beginning~”

“M-main event?” you squeaked.

“what, you think we’re gonna let him have all the fun?” Slim scoffed.  “that was just the appetizer.”

“You Aren’t Going To Leave Us Hanging, Are You?” Papyrus whispered.  He ground his boner against your ass, and you could feel just how hard he was from Hound’s little show.

Well, it would be cruel just to leave them all like this…  “Okay,” you finally said.

A wicked grin from Noir was all the warning you had before you were flipped around.  Now you were facing Papyrus, and he looked just as shocked as you.  “LAY DOWN,” Noir ordered his double.

Papyrus seemed to get what Noir wanted and grinned.  He fully laid down, bringing you with him.  “It’s Okay, Sweet Thing, We’ll Take Good Care Of You,” Papyrus smiled.  He lifted you up, pulling off his pajama pants before gently lowering you onto his cock.

You gasped and shook as he filled you up.  Sure, Hound’s tongue had done a good job of stretching you, but Papyrus was so long!  It felt like you would never stop your descent, he just kept going deeper and deeper~

Finally, you bottomed out, and lay panting, chest to chest with Papyrus.  The skeleton brushed some hair out of your face.  “Well Done, You Take Me So Perfectly!  I Just Knew You Could Do It!”

Just as you were about to speak, something hard prodded against your ass.  You yelped and turned your head to see Noir’s pierced cock nudging at your entrance.  “Just Relax,” he almost ordered.  “It Will Make This Easier.”

You nodded, before Papyrus grabbed your chin, bringing you in for a kiss.  His tongue invaded your mouth, thoroughly distracting you as Noir slowly pushed inside you.

Fuck!  It burned, but still felt amazing!  You weren’t sure if Noir was using some kind of magic to help him, but as he filled you up in new ways, you didn’t care.  You slowly began rocking against Papyrus, using his ribs like handles to ground yourself.

Papyrus pulled away from your kiss to moan.  “Fuck, Do That Again,” he demanded.  You moved your hand in the same way, and Papyrus let out a shuddering breath.  Oh, you liked that sound~

Finally, Noir settled inside of you.  He growled, his tight grip sure to leave bruises.  Finally, he pulled out, before slamming back inside.

You screamed.  You weren’t afraid to admit it.  Having both of their cocks filling you at once, it was almost too much.  Both of them began moving in unison, as one pulled out, the other pushed in, making sure you were never empty.

Just as you were getting used to this, you felt something else at your lips.  You looked up to see Slim.  His honey colored cock was in front of you.  He almost looked embarrassed, but he didn’t even need to ask.  You took him into your mouth.

Slim gasped, an even prettier sound than Papyrus’s.  He put his hand on your head, not to force you down, just for something to hold onto.  His cocks even tasted like honey!

As if he didn’t want to be left out, Hound grabbed your hand and held it to his cock.  It felt almost like a tentacle, similar to his tongue.  You happily moved your hand around it, wanting to make all of them feel just as good as you did.

Noir and Papyrus started to move faster.  It was almost like they were as pent up as you had been.  Papyrus was practically drooling as your hand on his ribs gripped even tighter.  He clumsily rubbed your clit, as if returning the favor.

“You’re So Fucking Perfect,” Noir snarled.  “Taking Us All So Well…”

“you feel amazing,” Slim chimed in.  “i wanna make you feel this good too~”

“such a pretty human,” Hound panted. “We Love You!”

“can’t believe you’re finally ours!”

“wanna see ya cum with all your holes filled~”

“You’re So Fucking Tight~”

“Squeezing Us So Perfectly-”

“cum for us, please honey, please-”

It was all so much!  The knot inside you was tightening further and further, and it only took Noir reaching around you to pinch your nipples and-

You exploded.

You screamed around Slim’s cock as you came.  Your vision turned white, and your body moved against your will.  You thrashed and squirmed, but all their hands held you tight.  Your screaming quickly caused Slim to cum, and he pulled out before painting your chest with his magic.

The others were soon to follow, Noir and Papyrus cumming deep inside you, while Hound’s magic joined Slim’s on your chest.  You almost didn’t register it as you rode through wave after wave of pleasure.

You collapsed on Papyrus’s chest.  “Holy shit…” you panted.

“You Can Say That Again,” Papyrus grinned.  “Thank You.”

“all right, my turn with her pussy.”  You were unceremoniously pulled off Papyrus and onto Slim’s cock.  You choked out a gasp as he filled you up yet again.  “sorry honey, we’re not stopping ‘til you pass out~” Slim winked.

You were fucked.

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Later that night, you were sleeping peacefully in your bed.  The skeletons had cleaned you up and tucked you into your clean sheets.  You were truly perfect, taking all of them multiple times, until you couldn’t cum any more.  What had they done to deserve you?

“Well…Who Do You Think Won?” Noir whispered as they slowly shut your door.  You deserved plenty of rest after that.

“me, obviously, i made her cum first,” Hound bragged.

“but did ya see how her legs shook after she sat on my face?  i think i won,” Slim interrupted.

“I’D SAY WE ALL WON!”  Papyrus held up a piece of paper.  The others all stared at it, not quite knowing what they were seeing.

It was a doodle of all five of you sleeping together in one bed.  Around it were several notes, like “two mattresses?” and “at least fifteen feet wide” and “california king mattress” circled.  It was a very cute doodle, clearly made quickly, but…

The thing they noticed was that you looked happy.  Very happy.  Even though it was a rushed drawing, the peaceful smile on your face stood out.

“WELL, I SUPPOSE THAT SETTLES IT,” Noir shrugged.

“maybe sharing won’t be too bad,” Slim mused.

“I, FOR ONE, CAN’T WAIT FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES TOGETHER!”

They all couldn’t agree more.

[sin-cognito]

Ooh, how about Swapfell Red bros in C2 and D2? Or Fellswap Gold with E2 and A2. Maybe with some color palette adjustments if that'd look better.

Right before hitting send, I realized I didn't specify which outfit for which brother. And yknow what... that's fine. :D

Sorry for the wait, I also couldn't decide which outfit to give which brother so uhh... You get all of them.

Alright, on a more serious note, the Fellswap Gold was pretty easy to figure out, I really don't see Coffee wearing E2! XDD And he looks good with a hoodie on. Meanwhile, deciding which outfit to give to the Swapfell brothers really was a struggle. I can see them wearing both, but with different settings. In the first one, Black is your typical edgelord while Slim is this awkward and shy but very eager puppydog who likes to wear comfy clothes. But in the other one, you can imagine it's Black's day off so he allows himself to wear something casual, while Slim like to look tough and like a bad boy to warn off potential danger (AKA people who will try to flirt with Black).

Anyway, they took time (and I went back to work last week as well so less time to finish these) but I'm really happy with all 3! I had fun (except that moment when I realized I forgot to draw the choker around Slim's neck so I had to copypaste it from the other illustration XD)

[capricioussun]

Bonus based on this text post from last year. They’re harassing him to try and get him to say fuck but now it’s more about not swearing just to spite them than actual preference

[veigascc]

This post was edited on the 21 of February 2024

So I made this list for myself so that I could remember all the nicknames for the swapfell/fellswap sans and papyrus but I thought i should share it since I have seen people use the wrong nicknames for the wrong sanses so here’s the list

swapfell purple sans and papyrus

sfp sans nickname is blackberry black or grape and sfp papyrus is cash or money

fellswap gold sans and papyrus

fsg sans nickname is wine and fsg papyrus is coffee

swapfell red sans and papyrus

sfr sans nickname is razzberry or razz and sfr papyrus is mutt rus and slim

fellswap magenta sans and papyrus

bros fsm sans nickname is dragon (fruit) and fsm papyrus is habanero

And finally fellswapX sans and papyrus

fsx sans nickname is gin and fsx papyrus is pepper

[sunnysideray]

Finally got some free time to do some more doodles of the boys- well, one skeleton lol

Did some Slim doodles!

Really figuring him out rn, and this was a good way to see what aspects of him I wanted to have. Definitely some inspo from BHC Rus and slapped it on Swapfell Purple (og AU), so now we have the nervous-smoking-but-flirty wreck that Slim is. Lol.

And ofc, some close ups on the fav doodles <3

Maybe I could do posts every Friday, like a doodle I did during the week and then release it? Idk.

I’ll try to figure out a good posting schedule, haha. Current busy week schedule makes that a little hard, but I’ll manage.

Till next time, adíos

— Your fanatic little Ray of Sunshine

[puppy-the-mask]

OH MY STARS WAIT!

What if Slim knows EVERYTHING about who Kit’s been crushing on, cause his room has soundproofing BUT RAZZ’S DOESN’T AND THE WALLS ARE THIN!!!

So he says some smug cryptic line about knowing more about what her type is or something and, when asked how he’d know, responds with ‘my room may have sound proofing but my bro’s Don’t’

WHICH MAKES IT SEEM LIKE QUESTIONABLE ACTIVITIES ARE HAPPENING BETWEEN THESE TWO IDIOTS WHO ARE LITERALLY CUDDLED ON THE COUCH AT THIS VERY MOMENT

And so obviously Stretch is like ‘KIT WHAT THE FUCK’ and her only response is ‘What the fuck did slim tell you???’ (Cause it’s always him) she gets a re-cap BUT SHES NOT THINKING BOUT THE IMPLICATIONS- HER REACTION JUST MAKES IT WORSE

“Wait so- you overheard when we- and you know and you- you could hear when we talked about... OH SHIT” and basically half finished sentences and a VERY RED Kit and this fucker just WINKS at her and so this fuels the idea that Kit and Razz are an item until that gets cleared up. When she’s broken out of being an extremely flustered mess and tells them she tells Razz about crushes and may gush about them from time to time (to which he adds he’s not surprised Slim heard- she gets very loud when she’s passionate about something- or someone)

[baddoodleman]

[vrnicky]

Do you think that was all?? @kiokodoodles

Slim got you flowers!!!

A little late but I'm so proud of the flowers, hope you like it!! <3

Reblogs appreciated!

[bigoltrashpile]

All Mine (Yandere Slim x Reader)

The lovely @tkspersonaldump commissioned me for a yandere Slim x reader! It does get spicy near the end, so I'll put a read more right before that. Thank you for commissioning! :D

Slim sighed.  You were over at the skeletons’ house, once again.  It seemed like you were here more often than your own house.  Which Slim was happy about!  He loved you, of course!  But…it made him jealous.  Really jealous.

Right now, Butch was leaning against you, gently petting your hair.  Slim was pretty sure he could see him whispering something in your ear, but he couldn’t hear it from here.  At the same time, Papyrus had your hand in his, occasionally pressing kisses to the back of it.  The rest of the skeletons were trying hard to be as close to you as they could, all while you watched some tv show.  Everyone except Slim.

Trying to contain his jealousy, Slim looked away.  As if that would stop him from hearing your gorgeous laugh.  Subconsciously, he let out a small growl.  He knew about how the others felt for you, of course he did.  All of them loved you, more than anything else.  But Slim knew.  He knew that you would never love him back.  Not when you had all these other much cooler, sexier, more charming versions of him and his brother.

Trying to stop the dark thoughts, Slim left the room.  He didn’t want to ruin your good evening.  He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice your soft footsteps following him.

Slim shut his door, before flopping face down on his bed with a loud groan.  Sadly, his pity party was interrupted by a gentle knock.

Immediately, Slim sat up.  Nobody else knocked like that.  It was either a loud, constant pounding, or a shave and a haircut pattern.  No in between.  Was it…you?

Cautiously, Slim opened the door.  His eyes went wide.  It was!  You were here!  Right outside his room!  “Can I come in?” you asked.  Your beautiful eyes didn’t meet Slim’s.  What he wouldn’t give to be able to gaze into your eyes for hours and hours and oh fuck he was quiet for way too long.

“yeah, yeah, come on in, uh, do you want a drink?  wait i don’t have any drinks in here, do you want me to go get you a drink?”  Very smooth, Slim.

“No, I just wanted to talk to you, actually.”  You pushed some hair behind your ear.  “Can we sit down?”

“uh huh, have a seat.”  Gingerly, you sat on the edge of his bed.  Slim had to fight to not squeal in excitement.  Fuck, you smelled so good!  And now you were on his bed!  He sat next to you, close, but with a bit of room in case you were uncomfortable.  All his previous bitterness was completely gone, just from the novelty of having your complete attention.

You fidgeted nervously.  “I wanted to…to tell you something.”  You took a deep, shaky breath.  “So…we’ve been friends for a while.”

Slim nodded.  Oh stars, this was sounding an awful lot like a breakup.  Slim fought to keep away his dark thoughts.  What if you were trying to leave him?  He couldn’t let that happen.  His eyes drifted to the closet, where he had a few ropes, bought just in case his jealousy got the better of him and he needed you to stay with him forever.

Oh wait you were still talking.

“I know the others like me,” you said, a slight blush on your face.  “It’s kind of hard to ignore.  And I like them too!”  There was that jealousy again.  “But…”  You took a deep, shaky breath.  “I like you the most.”

“....what?”

“I like you.  A lot.  Like, a lot a lot,” you said with a laugh.  “I might love you?”

Oh stars.  Was Slim dreaming?  He had to be dreaming.  He dug his fingers into his ulna.  Yep, that hurt.  He wasn’t dreaming.

“holy shit,” Slim whispered.

“-I understand if you don’t feel the same, I just wanted to have all cards on the ta-”

“i love you too.”

You blinked.  “You do?”

“fuck, honey, i love ya so much!  more than anything!  i just thought there was no way you’d fall for me when ya have all these choices,” he laughed, almost giddy.

“Really?”  You laughed too.  “Wow!  That’s such a relief!”  You put a hand on your chest, as if calming your heart.

For a moment, the two of you just smiled at each other, like big dorks.  Finally, Slim broke the silence.  “sorry to ask, but…can i kiss ya?”

You jumped, like you weren’t expecting it.  “Y-yeah!”  You shifted so you were facing him more directly.  Carefully, like you were made of glass, Slim put a hand on your cheek.  It was warm.

Slowly, Slim leaned closer.  His eyes were focused firmly on your lips, the lips he had dreamed of kissing every night since he had met you.  With a shaky breath, he closed the distance.

It was even better than he had dreamed.  Your lips were soft, softer than he thought was possible.  He gently moved his teeth against your lips, and you instinctively tilted your head to deepen the kiss.

Suddenly, Slim felt something touch his teeth.  He jumped.  It was your tongue!  You pulled away, seemingly afraid you had messed up.  “I-I’m so sorry, I just thought-”

Before you could say anything, Slim slammed his teeth against your lips again.  This time, he was more than ready.  His tongue invaded your mouth, like you would disappear if he stopped for even a second.  His hand cupped the back of your head, tangled in your hair.

The two of you kissed for a long while, until your hands finally found Slim’s shirt.  Without breaking the kiss, Slim helped your cute little fingers undo the butons, before eagerly stripping you of your top.

Slim pulled back just long enough to take in the sight.  “fuck,” he whispered.  “you’re gorgeous!”

You seemed embarrassed.  “You’re more gorgeous!” you pouted.  Slim just laughed.  The two of you fell onto the bed, Slim landing on top of you.

“do ya wanna go further?” he asked.  Fuck, he wanted to go further.  It was all he wanted, to mark you inside and out, so all the others knew exactly who you belonged to.

“Please,” you whimpered.

Unable to hold himself back, Slim tore your pants into shreds.  You yelped.  “i’ll buy you new ones,” Slim panted.  “i just…i need ya.”

His words, along with the display of strength, seemed to really get to you.  Despite the fact that your thighs were squeezed tight together, Slim could smell your arousal.  Fuck, he hoped your scent stayed in his bed forever.  “O-okay.  But I really liked those pants.”

Slim laughed, before gently pulling your legs apart.  His mouth watered at your scent, and at the sight of your wet folds, on display for him.  And only him.  He looked you in the eyes as he let his long, orange tongue loll out of his mouth.

You swallowed hard.  Almost instinctively, you tried to squeeze your legs together again, but Slim was much too strong to let you.  “no ya don’t,” he growled.  “only squeeze those pretty thighs around my head.”

A soft moan escaped from your mouth, but you let him pull your thighs over his shoulders.  Then, without further ado, he let his tongue get to work.

Slim tried to go slow, to savor this moment he had yearned for, but he couldn’t help himself.  You tasted too damn good!  Plus, you had said you loved him.  He would be able to have you whenever he wanted~

True to his word, your thighs squeezed his skull beautifully when he hit an especially good spot inside of you.  You tried to muffle your moan, but Slim nipped the inside of your thigh in warning.

“don’t ya dare hide your sounds,” he growled.  “i’ve waited too damn long to hear ya.”

You let your hands fall to your side, and when Slim found that spot again, your moan was beautifully unfiltered.  Slim was sure that this was what heaven was.  His thumb found your clit, and you practically screamed as your orgasm washed through you.

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Downstairs, the rest of the skeletons paused in their bickering.  They had been fighting over who deserved to cuddle you next, when they heard a gorgeous sound.  Your moaning.

“what the hell?” Hound muttered.  “is she jerkin’ off?”

Sans scanned the room.  “nah, slim’s gone too.”

A bitter silence filled the room, only interrupted by your beautiful noises, coming faintly from Slim’s room.

Lucky tried to fight back the proud expression from his face as a pleasured scream echoed through the halls.  “I Guess That Solves Our Little Argument,” he smiled.

[sin-cognito]

Rarepair New Year 2024 ch1: Sans/Slim/Blue, Soulmates AU

SFW

Wordcount: 2301

Blue didn't even need to wait for his alarm bell to ring, he was already awake. Or more precisely, he was still awake. One did not simply sleep on the eve of their wedding day.

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Some of you already know but I participated in @kamari333's Rarepair New Year event again this year (THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN THANK YOU AGAIN FOR HOSTING IT!!! ♥♥♥) and I chose 31 ships (including some polys) and 31 tropes/themes/prompts, and let a dice decide of the combos. It was so much fun!!

Blue didn't even need to wait for his alarm bell to ring, he was already awake. Or more precisely, he was still awake. One did not simply sleep on the eve of their wedding day.

Except his very-soon-to-be husband, Sans. Of course.

He was softly snoring as Blue watched his sleepy face. Oh, he couldn't wait to be his husband! They had been engaged for quite a long time now, life and unexpected plans always getting in the way of the two soulmates' wedding. But finally, it was happening. Today!

Blue shuddered in happiness. He was going to marry his soulmate today! He still couldn't believe it.

They had quite the cliché beginning: they met during their first year of college and realized they were soulmates. They were both thankfully single at the time (stars bless, as Blue didn't know if he would've had the heart to break up from a relationship just to be with his soulmate, yet at the same time, duh, of course he'd have ditched anyone in a heartbeat to be with his soulmate!) so they immediately started dating and wow did it feel good to feel such profound love and care for someone, and to be loved and cared for back! Blue's brother had joked once that Blue and Sans were the ideal couple, regardless of their status of soulmates, and Blue couldn't agree more.

The small skeleton blew a kiss to his snoring lover and kicked the blankets off to get ready for a long day. He still had a good couple hours before all the gang would gather at his and Sans' place for the pre-wedding preparations, and he wanted to have a good start of the day with some treats from his favorite coffee shop. It was pricey and he couldn't afford it every other day, but dammit, today was his wedding day and he deserved a nice cup of coffee!!

As Blue dressed up, Sans stirred on the bed, sleepiness mudding his words into paste.

"bwue? wacha doin?" He ran his hand on Blue's side of the bed in an invitation to cuddle and go back to sleep.

"I'm just going to get some coffee, go back to sleep my love," Blue hushed him, and by the time he kissed Sans' brow, the skeleton was back to snoring.

Blue smiled gently before reluctantly tearing himself away from the bedroom. It took no time at all for him to reach the coffee shop, it was so early that traffic jams didn't exist yet, not when the sun was barely peeking above the horizon. Everything was calm, the town on the verge of waking up but not quite there yet.

The doorbell jingled as Blue stepped inside, inhaling the deliciously burning smell of morning coffee. He bounced happily to the counter, glancing at the menu above his skull while a barista came to take his order.

"HELLO YES, I WOULD LIKE… I would… Oh stars," Blue choked on his next words as he realized who was standing before him.

The barista's name tag read 'Slim'. He was a tall, really tall skeleton, even as he slouched a little, with a very handsome yet sharp face, his cheekbones seemingly cut from marble. Like a crack in porcelain, a scar ran from right above his left brow down to an artificial canine, giving him a sort of bad boy look that Blue couldn't deny he found very sexy, despite the tall skeleton's very obviously skittish nature.

But more important than that, Blue recognized the other, Slim, as his soulmate.

It downed on Blue that it meant he was double-mated. He had two soulmates.

It was a certainty that Sans was his soulmate, it wasn't a feeling that one could simply mistake for another.

But just as Sans was Blue's soulmate, it was true for Slim as well, the certainty of it swarming in Blue's SOUL.

"…your number. I would like your number," Blue blurted out as he took his new soulmate's hand, startling Slim.

"o-oh! oh, uhm, oh!"

Blue giggled as he watched Slim's face go through a whole range of emotions: surprise, elation, bashfulness, with a little bit of panic and anxiety on the side. The later two quickly disappeared as Blue ran a calming thumb across Slim's metacarpals.

"h-how about i get you something to drink first?" Slim ended up saying, and Blue nodded as he picked the coffee he wanted.

A couple minutes later, Slim was back with his drink, and invited Blue to sit down at the counter, where Slim could talk to him while continuing his work.

"nyeh, i never thought i'd meet my soulmate on my first day at my new job! i'm glad my bro forced me to go to the interview, i almost didn't, i was too nervous," Slim chuckled as he scrubbed some cups.

"Oh sweetie, I'm delighted I decided to wake up extra early today, so that I could meet you!" Blue happily chirped back, kicking his legs under the counter like a little kid. "Though I come here semi-regularly, so we might've met anyway, if a little later."

"maybe, but… the sooner the better," Slim replied and flashed Blue a smile that was nothing short of criminal. "anyway, uhm, here's my number. do you have anything planned today? i'm on the morning shift so i have all afternoon free, we could hang out or something?"

Oh, Blue so wanted to say yes and throw himself at Slim's arms and get to know him better, but… He did have a wedding to attend. And he needed to break the news to Slim, the sooner the better like he said.

"Well, actually… Slim, I must tell you that I'm apparently double-mated. I have a fiancé at home, and I'm about to marry him. Like, really ABOUT to marry him."

Blue glanced at Slim and while he was anxious about his soulmate's reaction, he was at least relieved that the other didn't show any sign of anger. Mating was usually a rather possessive ordeal and often could lead to toxic jealousy if the soulmates weren't openly communicating, even more so when one partner was double-mated, which was rare in the first place. Blue didn't know yet how Sans would even react to the news of his future husband discovering he was double-mated on the day of his wedding, and he wasn't sure he could take 2 upset soulmates in one day.

"oh, i see, well… uhm. this is… unexpected, to say the least. nyeh." Slim was visibly awkward, not knowing what to say, and Blue almost felt bad for dropping the news so suddenly on him. He knew it was the right call, that waiting (to be married) to let Slim know was a sure way to crush any hope of a healthy relationship with him. Still, he didn't enjoy being the cause of the anxiety spreading over Slim's face. "i would very much like to get to know you anyway, if that's something you think your… your other soulmate would be okay with."

Blue beamed at him reassuringly. He loved Sans from the bottom of his SOUL, but he was ready to put his foot down if his future husband forbid him to keep contact with Slim. If push comes to shove, there might not even be a 'future husband' until the issue was resolved.

"I will let him know about you and explain the situation. I promise it's going to be fine, I'll never let anyone tell me that I can't get to know my soulmate!!" Blue then squeezed Slim's hands once more, as he added with a soft voice that had Slim's cheeks turn a lovely golden hue, "I'm really happy I got to meet you today. I already care about you a lot, Slim."

Slim smiled, gratefulness and emotion clear in his gaze, while Blue gathered his coffee and got ready to leave. Before he could do so, Slim grabbed his sleeve.

"wait, i… i forgot to ask your name?"

"I'm Blue! Talk to you later, Slim," Blue replied as he waved with his phone so the other knew not to worry.

If going to the coffee shop had been fast, going home was noticeably longer, what with traffic jams starting to break out throughout the city. When Blue finally arrived home, Sans was already up and about, still visibly tired but what was new when it came to the lazybone? He immediately noticed something was up, and he made Blue sit on the couch.

Blue then told him what happened at the coffee shop and how he met his other soulmate. To his credit, Sans took it very well, he didn't show any sign of jealousy or concern that Blue was going to leave him for his new soulmate. He did bring up the fact that the timing was particularly inconvenient, what with the wedding and all, but to Blue's absolute joy, he offered for Slim to join the reception after the official ceremony.

"i'm sure we can squeeze an additional guest somewhere," he managed to say before Blue threw himself into his arms and sobbed in relief and happiness, telling Sans how much it meant to him.

The rest of the morning flew by, their brothers and friends arriving to help them get ready, then extended family and all their guests, and then it was time for the ceremony and Blue never thought his SOUL could beat so fast but he guessed that was what it felt like to marry his soulmate. Everything was perfect, the ceremony was beautiful and emotional, and Blue couldn't be more grateful to get to marry his soulmate. Stars did he love Sans.

There was some hassle before the reception, but as Stretch put it while helping Blue change into his second outfit for the day, what's a wedding without a little hassle here and there. As a result, they ran a little late, which gave Sans and Blue some time to relax before the reception. Blue used the opportunity to check up on Slim.

"Slim? Is everything okay?" Blue asked into the phone, worried that he hadn't had any news of his soulmate since his quick text earlier this morning.

Slim briefly explained that morning shift at the coffee shop unexpectedly extended well past noon, but that he was on his way, and sure enough, less than half an hour later he was calling Blue to let him know he was at the entrance. He didn't want to just barge in, worried that guests wouldn't recognize him and question his presence, and he didn't want to cause any commotion by spilling the beans about his mating with Blue.

"let's go meet him, then," Sans said simply, taking Blue's hand and leading him toward the entrance. "i'm actually curious as hell, and i do think it'll be better if we meet him privately first."

Blue was suddenly thankful that the reception was running late, or he would've probably missed Slim's call entirely. Or worse, Slim would've missed the reception, and that was just unacceptable!

The two small skeletons made their way out of the reception hall, answering any inquiry about where they were going with a simple 'to find somewhere private' that never failed to make their guests blush. At least they wouldn't need to worry about anyone bothering them.

As soon as Blue saw Slim, he picked up the pace and pulled hard on Sans' hand.

"IT'S HIM, IT'S HIM! SANS, IT'S HIM!"

At the sound of his name being called out, Slim turned around and a furious blush spread on his cheekbones.

"wow, blue, you look stunning!" He breathed out.

Blue was about to throw himself at Slim when he felt Sans' hand squeeze his very tight. He almost yelped as he stopped dead in his tracks and checked his soulmate, his SOUL suddenly pulsing anxiously in his chest.

"oh," Sans just said, before releasing Blue's hand, though he didn't even seem to notice what he was doing, too busy staring at Slim, who stared right back. "hi," he said in a strangled voice as he took Slim's hands in his. "i'm sans. it's… really nice to meet you."

Blue took a couple steps back. Something was odd. With Sans, with Slim, and with the whole situation. Sans looked way to happy about meeting Blue's soulmate, and Slim looked way too emotional, and the way his eyelights glistened reminded Blue too much of this morning when Slim had realized that… that…

Wait.

Hold on.

"GUYS, ARE YOU TWO…" Blue began, unable to finish his sentence as he slapped his hands on his mouth to hold back a happy sob.

"it seems so," Slim said with an adorably coy smile, which Sans echoed.

"OH MY STARS, MY SOULMATES ARE SOULMATES!!!" Blue howled into the night before throwing himself at his two favorite people in the world, the familiarity of Sans' arms perfectly balancing the awkward way Slim had to bend down to accomodate Blue's much smaller size.

"slim come on, i wanna introduce you to my bro!" Sans pulled his newly found soulmate toward the reception hall.

"WAIT, NOT FAIR!" Blue pouted as he grabbed Slim's other arm. "I WANT TO INTRODUCE HIM TO MY BROTHER!!"

Slim happily laughed as he let himself be pulled by the two smaller skeletons, happy to have been accepted so swiftly.

All three knew that this wouldn't be simple. Double-mating was rare enough as it was, and what they had might even be unique. They didn't even know if there was a word for it. Triple-mating?

But Blue knew that it would be okay, because as long as they cared for one another, they could do it. And stars did he care for Sans and Slim, his two beautiful soulmates.

[a-raven-of-their-word]

A group of tall, skinny gay men, who smoke: is known as A Faggot.

A single tall, skinny gay man, who smokes: is know as a Fag.

This is a gay joke: from a queer person. I mean it loving.

I thought others might find it funny, as well.

[eriscary]

What's Tear's heigth compare to others shorts sans like Swap and Ink?

In the past, I made Tear be 4'0", but I'm changing it to 3'10". This does make Tear taller than Ink and Swap still.

My reasoning behind the change is... Tear had to eyeball Sanses height so the chances of getting it right are slim. I think it just adds a little more to the story and the change is so small. Classic Sans has no game canon height and everyone has their own take on that, so I will just state that his height is 4'0" in Tear's original AU.

Tear also appears smaller in the comic because UF Papyrus they encounter (and UF Sans) are both taller than their Classic/UT selves. This of course only applies to the AU variant Tear fell into. I like to believe heights can change based on AU variants.

[egypt-museum]

Winged Scarab Pendant of Tutankhamun

This winged scarab pendant of cloisonné technique is inlaid with semiprecious stones and colored glass. The central element of the pendant is a scarab of Libyan desert glass, grasping on one side a lotus and on the other a papyrus flower, flanked by two uraei, or rearing cobras.

A gold frame outlines the main composition and supports pendants of lotus flowers, papyrus, and poppy seed heads. A slim solar boat rests upon the front feet of the scarab and carries the wadjet or Eye of Horus. It is flanked by two uraei or rearing cobras.

The wadjet eye is surmounted by a lunar crescent of gold and a silver disk with images of the gods. Thoth and Ra-Horakhty can be seen crowning the central figure of king Tutankhamun.

From the Tomb of Tutankhamun (KV62), Valley of the Kings, West Thebes. Now in the Egyptian Museum, Cairo. JE 61884 Read more

[ticklishshenanigansau]

LaughterLand - Chapter 27: Blushing

(story by Mod Secret, art delayed due to technical difficulties)

"A door?" the younger skeleton questioned the little green spider riding on his shoulder.

"Yes!" Sky answered excitedly. "A door between worlds, I'm pretty sure it's the same kinda door that the both of you fellas fell through to wind up here."

"Yeah?" Sans asked breathlessly, having just barely caught up to the tail-end of the conversation. "And how are you so sure that it's gonna lead us back to the Underground?"

In the midst of Papyrus hopping over a log to follow the little spider's directions, Sky leapt from his shoulder and onto Sans's with perfect precision.

"Well, for one thing," he explained. "It's the only door in all of Laughterland that can perform such a feat, jumping between worlds I mean. But it's a bit tricky to find. Every couple of hours it changes its location to appear somewhere new in LaughterLand."

"So you think Sans and I came through this mystery door somehow?" Papyrus asked, turning his head to face the spider.

"It wouldn't be the first time the residents of Laughterland obtained their food by someone walking through that door," Sky explained.

"So if we came through that door…," Sans reasoned. "Then the next logical step would probably be going back that way."

"You got it!" Sky replied in his usual cheery tone.

"I don't know…," Sans sighed, moving past a bush. "If this mystery door can somehow bounce between worlds, who's to say it wouldn't take us somewhere even worse? We might not end up where we're meant to go at all."

"I suppose…," Papyrus replied, also thinking about it. "But … it's got to be better than this place."

"He's got a point," Sky added. "I mean, even if it doesn't immediately take you back home, where else could you possibly land where folks tickle the daylights out of you just to eat?"

Sans hated to admit it, but they both made a good case. If this odd mystery door really was their only way out and was at least a slim possibility of there being a way home, he knew they had no choice but to take it.

"Okay." He nodded after a thoughtful breath. "Where do we go from here?"

"A little ways yet," Sky replied. "But don't worry, I know we'll find it before it vanishes."

As the sky spider led them down the path, the brothers became more and more grateful to have him along with every threat they managed to avoid thanks to his guidance. With every step of the journey, he managed to steer them away from creeping feather-vines, sneaky insects, and all other manner of tickling predators hiding in the shadows.

"Hey, Sans?" Papyrus asked after brushing past a large bush.

"Yeah, bro?"

"If we don't find the Underground, what do you think will be behind the door?"

Sans sighed in response, in truth he didn't really want to think about it. A part of him was still concerned about there possibly being something worse than what they had already encountered, although his brain was almost unwilling to imagine what that could be. Still, he didn't want to concern Papyrus with his worries. He gave his brother a playful half-smile.

"Heh, maybe we'll find a completely different universe," he teased. "Complete with it's own Sans and Papyrus."

"Another Sans and Papyrus?" Papyrus stopped to give his brother a confused expression.

"Yeah!" Sans chuckled. "Who knows? Maybe we'll meet the dark, edgy versions of ourselves."

The wink Sans gave finally told Papyrus that he was just messing with him. The younger skeleton stifled a snicker.

"Oh come on, Sans. Who would even THINK of something that ridiculous?"

"Hold on a sec, fellas."

Sky suddenly stopped the brothers in their tracks. Spinning a line of web from his abdomen, he lassoed it onto a nearby tree branch and climbed up to get a better view of what lay ahead of them. The skeletons kept their eyes on him as he kept looking up between the sky and the distance in front of them. As he descended back down to Sans's shoulder, they could sense a kind of concern in his eyes.

"Everything okay?" Sans inquired.

"Well…," Sky answered hesitantly. "I was sort of hoping that we could hitch a ride on a cloud … that definitely would have made this next part a lot easier. But there's not a single one in the sky."

Papyrus instinctually raised his head towards the clear blue sky. It was as empty as Sky had described, however, right at that moment, Papyrus could see something coming into view. It looked like a dark fluffy cloud that was moving at a slow pace across the air. As it came further and further into view, there was no mistaking that it was a cloud, it was just much darker in color. Papyrus wondered why Sky didn't think to grab this one if he wanted a ride that badly. It was definitely close enough to grab, so Papyrus immediately grabbed onto a nearby trunk and started to bear-crawl up the tree towards the dark cloud.

"Is there a reason why we wouldn't be able to cross on foot?” Sans asked, not even realizing what his brother was up to.

"Well, it's a bit trickier than what I had in mind," Sky replied.

He motioned for Sans to push back the greenery. When he complied, he found an enormous garden that stretched out at least a few miles ahead of them. But in the true Wonderland style of this world, the flowers that encompassed this garden were enormous. The thick green stems that protruded out of the ground had to be around ten to fifteen feet tall. The flowers themselves had gigantic petals that flowed out like a thick lion's mane just swaying in the breeze.

"Whoa…." Sans stood dumbfounded at the sight of the gargantuan flowers. "I've heard of flower power, but this is a bit much."

"They might look pretty," Sky replied. "But there's something very important that you both have to know about these plants."

As Sky explained the situation, neither of them were aware that Papyrus had successfully managed to climb to the top of the tree. He held his arms out wide, ready to catch the dark cloud as it slowly approached him. It landed with a soft little 'puff' into his arms when suddenly….

ZZZZZAP!!

A surge of electricity jolted through the skeleton's body. It thankfully didn't hurt, but the sharp vibrations, for a moment, shocked Papyrus with a tickling sensation. Almost as if he had pressed his entire body up against an electric toothbrush. He didn't even realize that he was falling to the ground until he landed with a

"NYAAAHAHAHA...!!"

THUD!!

He warily sat himself up, roughly shaking the electric tingles from his bones.

"Wowie!" he sighed. "Learned that lesson the hard way, I suppose."

His sockets looked up to see that mischievous storm cloud floating away, puffs of electricity sparking in its fluffy folds as if to mock him. Unbeknownst to Papyrus, Sky had just finished explaining the plan to Sans.

"Hey, Pap, did you get all that?" the older skeleton harshly whispered.

"Oh, I got it alright," Papyrus grumbled as he got to his feet and began dusting himself off. "Even the storm clouds around here are an irritating bunch of…," he trailed off, suddenly realizing that Sans and Sky had disappeared.

"Sans?"

Papyrus rushed over to where his brother had been standing. He brushed back the greenery just in time to see Sans and Sky disappearing into the gigantic garden.

"Hey! Wait for The Great Papyrus!!"

Papyrus didn't have time to marvel at the towering flowers. He quickly followed after his brother, charging into the vast floral forest.

Papyrus pushed past the thick green stalks, breathlessly trying to catch up. He noticed that just up ahead, Sans and Sky were still engaged in a quiet conversation, which probably explained why they didn't immediately notice him struggling to catch them.

"Hey! Sans!" he called quietly. "Wait! I'm coming!"

He didn't know why he suddenly felt the urge to whisper, or why Sans kept moving on faster and faster. But he kept his sockets glued to the back of Sans's shirt as he continued to trail after him. His eyes were so fixated on the image of his brother getting smaller and smaller that he didn't notice the large cluster of thick roots sticking out of the ground. Until he suddenly tripped over them, flinging himself to the ground.

THUMP!

"Oww!" Papyrus groaned, quickly scrambling back to his feet and brushing himself off.

"Oh, I'm so very sorry, love," came a sweet sounding voice. "Did my unruly roots do that?"

"Oh, that's quite alright," Papyrus replied, still dusting off his battle body. "I just wasn't looking where…," he trailed off, finally realizing that he was conversing with an out-of-nowhere voice.

He jolted, looking around frantically for whoever or whatever was speaking to him. But there was nobody around save for the gigantic flowers. Papyrus quickly turned his attention back to Sans, but gasped in horror when he realized that his brother had completely gone from view.

"S-Sans?" he fretted. "Sans? Where are you?" He looked around frantically, hoping to catch even a glimpse of where his brother had gone. But he was nowhere to be found. "Sans!" Papyrus shrieked. "Sans! Come back! I'm lost!"

"Oh no, the poor dear is lost," came another out-of-nowhere voice. Papyrus jumped, immediately turning around to find where the new voice came from.

"Let us come help you, sweetheart," said the first voice.

"N-No! I don't need anyone's help!" Papyrus stammered, still desperately searching for what he was up against this time.

"Oh, nonsense, you poor thing," pitied a third voice. "Please allow us to come and help you. I promise you won't regret it."

Though Papyrus still couldn't see who was talking, he noticed the flowers around him starting to shift and sway, as if a big gust of wind was blowing them about. But there was no breeze. The giant flowers were moving entirely on their own, and Papyrus could tell that whoever the voices belonged to were moving closer towards him. He backed up against the stem of a flower and shut his eyes, whimpering with fear. The mystery figures seemed to swoop down from the sky, he could feel their presence as they landed directly in front of him.

"Excuse me, good sir," came one of their voices. "Did you say you were lost?"

Papyrus peeked one eye open, his other one followed immediately after. But even with both sockets wide open he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The flowers had been the ones who were talking to him.

They leaned down to meet him face-to-face, and Papyrus saw that they did indeed have faces. Feminine faces planted directly in the center of where all their petals met, each one matching the natural color of their foliage. There was a Rose, a Daisy, a Violet, and a Tiger-Lily. Looking up, Papyrus noticed that the stem he was pressed up against was a Larkspur, and sure enough, the giant purple plant had a face all their own and was looking down on him with an amused giggle.

"Y-You're … talking flowers?" Papyrus stammered, though he forced himself to snap out of the initial shock with an exasperated sigh. "Oh … what am I talking about? Of COURSE you're talking flowers."

The Daisy let out a high-pitched girlish giggle in response to Papyrus.

“Well, no wonder he’s lost!” she chortled. “He’s acting as if he’s never seen a talking flower before!”

“Why, my dear!” The Rose gave a dramatic gasp. “I don’t believe he has! He must not be from around here.”

There was a slyness in her tone of voice, Papyrus knew exactly what she meant by referring to him as an outsider. He knew they were immediately sizing him up to be their next tickle-treat and he began to tremble.

“Oh-Oh no!” he stammered nervously. “Oh please … t-tell me I’m not about to be t-t-tickled by a bunch of f-flowers!”

“Oh, no, my dear!” The Rose dramatically placed one of her leaves upon her heart — or at least where it would normally be located. “We wouldn’t even DREAM of doing something like that!”

Papyrus didn’t believe her, especially the way she was playing it up as if the very idea was absurd to her. He had long learned his lesson about blindly trusting anyone or anything in this world. But still, he desperately wished that he had Sans beside him to help back him up. He turned to try and move away from the Larkspur’s stem, but was abruptly stopped when the purple flower’s face came down to obnoxiously stare into his face.

“Unless of course … you WANT us to tickle you?” she teased, soaking in Papyrus’s horrified expression.

“N-NO!”

Papyrus’s voice came out much louder than he had intended, but the enormous plants terrified him to the point of shrieking. Looking at their soft and delicate petals and leaves, he shivered. As if he could already feel them going after his tickle spots. He took in a shaky breath, forcing his gaze away from the giant Larkspur and attempting to steady himself.

“N-No! Really! I-I think I’ve been tickled enough for a l-lifetime … or three as a m-matter of fact! Heh heh!” He couldn’t stop himself from stammering as they loomed over him with devious grins spread across their faces. “I-I think I would just as soon be on my way, if you’ll just … excuse me!”

As he turned to flee, he suddenly felt another large root coil over his ankle, and he tripped again onto the soft grass below.

“OOF!!” he grunted as his front once again hit the ground,

“Oh, what’s the rush, sweetheart?” the Tiger-Lily cooed. “Why don’t you stop and chat with us for a while?”

“Yes indeed!” the Violet chimed in. “Stop for a while to … smell the flowers.”

Upon uttering that last sentence, the Violet’s sweet tone suddenly became deep and somewhat deranged. It sent a sharp chill crawling up the younger skeleton’s spine. But before he could properly react, he noticed an abrupt shift in the air. All of a sudden there was an intense aroma surrounding the skeleton. He could tell just how sweet it was even before getting the chance to take in a real breath.

But the moment the sweet floral smell entered Papyrus’s nasal cavity, he was suddenly overcome with a strange feeling of euphoria. He couldn’t explain it, but he suddenly found that the more he breathed in, the more he could feel his fear and anxiety melting away. His bones felt light, practically whimsical. He felt a huge smile starting to form across his face, although he was unsure why. He knew that he was meant to be running away, he knew that he had to get away from these sentient flowers and try and find Sans. Yet his Soul and body felt perfectly comfortable and serene, like he had found a perfect place of peace after searching for so long, and he no longer had the urge to move.

Papyrus looked back up at the flowers, each one of them wore a gleeful grin across their faces. Especially once they saw Papyrus wearing the biggest, dopiest grin they had ever seen. A bright warm blush immediately started forming across his cheekbones as he stared up at them. Deep within his mind, Papyrus knew he was supposed to be running away. But no matter how many times his mind told him to get away from these mysterious flowers, logic would not take over this absurd euphoria he was feeling.

“Aww, just look at how sweet you are!” the Daisy cooed in a small voice. “I’ll bet you’re just the most ticklish thing ever, aren’t you?”

“Yes … I … am,” Papyrus muttered.

Even through the euphoria, Papyrus blinked rapidly in disbelief. Why had he just said that? It slipped out so easily. But why? Nothing was forcing him to confess what he had been trying so hard to avoid in confronting these flowers. What in this strange nightmare world would ever compel him to talk about how ticklish he was?

“Oh, you hear that?” the Rose teased. “He IS the most ticklish thing ever!”

“Yes…,” Papyrus confessed again. His voice was light and airy, he almost couldn’t feel his jawbone moving as he unwillingly spoke. “I am … so … ticklish.”

Mentally he was panicking. He couldn’t understand what was making him speak so freely like this. His truthful words were spilling out of him without any control, and though his body and Soul felt blissful in letting his horrible secret out, his mind was screaming at him to regain control and run. The Larkspur bent down again, invading Papyrus’s personal space with her face.

“And you WANT us to tickle you … don’t you?” She gave him a knowing smile.

“NO!!” Papyrus screamed, but it was only within his mind. “NO! NO! NO! I DON’T!” He couldn’t get the protests to come through the euphoria. His Soul thumped hard against his ribcage as the sickening feeling of his jaw moving on its own took over. “DON’T!!” his mind screamed. “DON’T SAY IT! DON’T SAY IT! PLEASE!!”

“Yes … please … tickle me.”

His voice held nothing back, although his mind was a spinning plethora of panicked screams and protests.

“Well, alright dear. If you insist!” Using her long stems and leaves, the Rose gracefully pulled Papyrus to the center where all five flowers could easily surround him.

Papyrus didn’t even struggle, his body was cooperative and easy to manage, although his mind was still screaming at him to put up a fight. His blush deepened as he felt the Daisy starting to poke her long delicate leaves against his side.

“Are you ticklish around here, cutie pie?” she flirted.

Papyrus burst out in a fit of frenzied giggles immediately. He couldn’t fight it off, no matter how badly he wanted to. The Daisy’s stem and leaves were coated with a layer of soft fuzz that further added to her ticklish touch.

“Eeek! Eheeheeheeheeheehee!! Y-Yes! Yehehehes! Nyahahaha! It tihihihickles! Hahaha!!”

His skull was beginning to ache from how hard his mental state was pushing to regain control of his words and actions. He wasn’t even trying to squirm away, his arms wouldn’t respond to the command to at least block her gentle pokes along his sides and ribs. He knew all too well that it wouldn’t take much for them to have him completely overwhelmed. But he couldn’t do a thing to physically or verbally fight back, and it was utterly maddening!

“Oooooh! I’ll bet he’s ticklish around here too!”

The Larkspur bent her large face down again, this time heading towards Papyrus’s back. Her head was so much taller than the rest of the flowers, and every inch of it was decorated with much smaller flowers. Each one equipped with its own plume of soft purple petals. In one long sweeping motion, the Larkspur glided her soft petaled head up Papyrus’s spine, making sure to brush along the delicate areas such as the back of his knees, the shoulder blades, and the back of his neck.

“Eeeeeeeeheeheeheeheeheeheeee!!” Papyrus let out a shrill squeal as he practically danced in place at the soft tingling sensation. “Thahahahat—ahahaha!! Thahahahat tickles toohoohoohoo!! Ahahahahaha!!” he hiccupped between breathy giggles.

“Oh, isn’t he just so adorable?! The Tiger-Lily practically shrieked with delight.

“Yes indeed,” agreed the Rose. “But I think, since he’ll be wanting to stay here for a while, we should do our best to make him comfortable.” She bent down so that her top leaf could pat at the ground, close to where her stem was protruding.

“STAY HERE?!” Papyrus’s mental panicking continued, although his body refused to voice it. “I CAN’T STAY HERE! COME ON! MOVE!! RUN AWAY!! DO SOMETHING!!” But again, his body unwillingly stood there, still taking in the spastic tickle attacks without a fight.

The ground beneath his feet started to rumble, like the beginning of a miniature earthquake that had been isolated to just below him. He let out a startled shriek as an abrupt shift in the dirt caused him to fall backwards. But instead of landing in the grass, something had sprouted out from the ground and had caught him. In a flash, the makeshift bed had raised Papyrus a short ways off the ground to place him closer to the flowers’ faces. Looking down, he realized that he was laying directly in the middle of a soft wide-brimmed mushroom. The Rose must have somehow summoned it from below the ground to make Papyrus lay flat on his back, making him easier to tickle.

“There,” mused the Rose. “Now isn’t that much nicer?”

Papyrus had to admit, the mushroom was soft, and his body began to relax and take in the cozy sensation. However, his mind realized quickly that now all of his spots were even more exposed, and he could do nothing to prevent the flowers from tickling him all over.

They didn’t even give him the chance to properly respond before diving in with their gentle attacks. Petals, leaves, and soft fuzzy stems brushed and poked along his ribs, spine, knees, feet and toes. He giggled hysterically and rocked his body from side to side. However, this was not done in self-defense. It felt more like his body was unintentionally rolling around to give the flowers more chances to tickle at other places of his body, rather than just laying in one spot and restricting them to one area. It was utterly maddening how his own body was betraying him like this.

“Nyaaaahahahaha!! Ohohoho—Hahaha! O-Ohoho my gahahahahash!! Heeheeheeheehee!! Ihihihit-Ihihihit tihihihickles!! It tihihihickles-heeheeheehee!! S-Sohoho muhuhuhuhuch!! Ahahahahahahaaa!”

He couldn’t control his words anymore, his mind was beginning to blank from the horrible sensations consuming it. He almost didn’t want to waste any energy in trying to control what he was saying. He tried hard to focus on regaining control over his body, his mind reeled with trying to find the will to roll off the mushroom and run away. The edge of the fungi was so agonizingly close, and nothing was physically holding him back, it was horrible!

“Oh, look at the precious ticklish darling!” cooed the Violet. “He’s so sensitive around here, aren’t you?”

“Y-Y-Y-Yehehehehehes!! Ahahahaha!!” Papyrus mentally cursed himself for confessing his sensitivity. He knew he couldn’t help it, but it was terrifying knowing that they could get him to say anything they wanted.

“I bet he’s really ticklish under those arms!” giggled the Daisy.

“DON’T SAY IT!” Papyrus’s mind harshly ordered him. “DON’T SAY IT!! DON’T YOU DARE!!”

“Y-Y-Yehehehehes!! I-I-heeheeheem sohohohoho … t-ticklish thehehehere!! Heeheeheeheehee!!”

It took all of his mental strength to hold it back, it felt like trying to keep a leash on a rabid animal. But he could only falter for a split-second before the confession practically launched out of his mouth.

“Oh, well, if you’re ‘soooo ticklish there’, then why don’t you lift up your arms and show us?” taunted the Tiger-Lily.

Papyrus felt a sharp jerk as his arms suddenly lifted up against his will, his hands easily coming to rest just above his head with his elbows slightly bent in a comfortable position. He managed to draw in a startled squeaky gasp at the sudden position change. But that was the only manner of protest he could muster before his body became limp and unresponsive to his mental pleas to fight back.

The flowers wasted no time ruffling their soft feathery leaves into his underarms, and gently poking their bare stems into the spaces of his ribcage just below his exposed hollows. Papyrus let out a shrill squeal followed by panicked laughter. Tears began forming in the corners of his sockets as his even more of his sensitive spots were exploited, and no amount of mental screaming could force his arms back down to protect himself.

“EEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!! NYAHAHAHAHA!! IHIHIHIHIT’S SOHOHOHOHO—AAAGH!! HAHAHA!! SOHOHOHO TIHIHIHIHICKLISH!! AHAHAHAHAAA!!” he confessed again, his voice sounding high-pitched and squeaky.

“Oh, it is!” cried the Larkspur. “You seem to really like it up here, don’t you?”

“Well, how about this?” the Rose teased as she raised her leaves up to brush against his feet and the in-between spaces of his toes. “Do you like it down here? Does that just tickle you terribly?”

Another anguished squeak tore from the younger skeleton as she dipped the tip of her leaf in between his toes. But to his dismay, his body suddenly splayed them out perfectly, allowing her easy access to tickle and tease them without any resistance. He gritted his teeth, trying his best to hold back in any way he could. But the moment they tempted him with their taunting questions, he felt his jaw unlocking all on its own to answer them.

“Y-Y-Y—EEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!! YEHEHEHEHES!! YEHEHEHEHES!! IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!! AHAHAHAHA!! IT-IT TIHIHICKLES AND I LOHOHOHOHOVE IT!! AHAHAHAHA!!”

In the midst of the horrendous tickling sensations, Papyrus could feel the warm tingle of the big orange blush spreading even further across his face. It was utterly humiliating! He wished more than anything that he could at least hide his face in embarrassment. But he stayed there, laying completely helpless and vulnerable with all of his tickle spots out in the open. Powerless to defend himself, and playing along with the flower’s cruel game of teasing.

“Oh, you love it, huh?” teased the Larkspur as she bristled the top of her head against his warm cheekbones. “Did you hear that, girls? He LOVES to be tickled. Don’t you, you little cutie?”

Papyrus couldn’t even hope to hold on to his words as they came spilling out of his mouth. His blush grew deeper and brighter as he became riddled with anxiety. Embarrassed and utterly dreading what on earth he was going to say next without any control.

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHES!!” he cackled frantically. “YEHEHEHEHES!! I LOHOHOHOVE IHIHIHIT!! NYAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH—OHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! HAHAHA!! P-PLEHEHEASE!! PLEHEHEASE KEEP TIHIHIHICKLING MEHEEHEEHEE!!”

The utter shock of humiliation surged through his bones at the sound of his plea. Besides feeling flustered beyond all measure, he realized with horror that he had just begged the mischievous flowers for even more of this insane torture. He didn’t know how much longer he could handle any of this, he felt the stinging tears dripping down his raw cheeks again.

“Oh, we would LOVE to keep tickling you some more!” the Daisy chimed in. “You wanna tell us where you’re the MOST ticklish?”

The flowers all began chattering with excitement at the Daisy’s suggestion. Each one talking over the other one giddily.

“Oh, yes! Where’s your worst spot?”

“Is it here?”

“Or maybe down here!”

“You can tell us! We know you want to!”

“Where’s your FAVORITE tickle spot?”

“Where are you most sensitive?”

“The one spot you just can’t stand?”

“We’ll tickle you!”

“Come on, tell us”

“Tell us!”

“TELL US!”

Papyrus’s eyes widened. His bones trembled as he was filled with a sense of pure terror. The image of the horde of teasing flowers going after his sweet spot consumed his with utter dread.

“NOOOO!!” his mind wailed, his inner voice seeming to echo within his own skull.

He tried his best to clamp down his teeth, but his jaw would not respond. Instead he could feel it moving effortlessly on its own as it moved to answer the flowers between bursts of cachinnating.

“NONONONONONONOOOO!!” Papyrus could almost feel an ache in his throat as his inner voice screamed. “NOOO!! DON’T SAY IT!! DON’T SAY IT!! PLEASE!! PLEASE!!”

“HEEHEEHEEHEE!! M-MY-MY-EEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!! NYAHAHAHA!! MY—AHAHAHAHA!!”

“PLEASE!! PLEASE DON’T!!” Papyrus made one last desperate mental plea, but it was too late.

“MY-HEEHEEHEE HIHIHIHIHIPS!! AHAHAHAHA!! WH-WHEHEHERE—HAHAHA!! WHERE THE HIHIHIHIPS MEEHHEEHEEHEET THE SPIHIHIHIHIHIHINE!! AHAHAHAHA!!”

“Oh, really?” mused the Rose.

~~~

“So, they’re kind of like the opposite of what your Aunt Creepy was trying to do.”

Further down the path, Sans was continuing his quiet conversation with Sky. Trying to keep his gaze glued down to the ground, and not breathing in too deeply. He noticed many flowers along the way were turning to speak to him and trying to beckon him to come closer to gaze up at them. But he vehemently ignored them, knowing full-well what would happen thanks to Sky’s instruction.

“Yes, I suppose you’re right,” the little green spider replied. “I know my Auntie has a specific taste for pleas and begging, but these ladies like the taste of their victims begging for it. And that pollen of theirs will make you do it against your better judgment, so just keep your head down and keep talking to me,” he instructed.

“Man, am I glad you’re around,” Sans replied gratefully. “We should have brought him along BEFORE he sent us on a cloud-ride, right Pap?”

But there was no response. Sans had been certain that his brother was trailing right behind them, just keeping his breath as held as much as possible like Sky had instructed earlier. Sans paused, he glanced back, still careful not to look any wayward flowers in the eye.

“Papyrus?” he called gently.

But Papyrus was gone. A sinking feeling of dread started gathering in the older skeleton’s bones.

“Bro?” he called a bit louder.

There was still no response, Sans forced his gaze up towards the distance, still wary of sneaky flowers. That’s when he heard it. It was faint due to the distance between them. But it was loud enough to be completely unmistakable, Papyrus had let out a blood-curdling scream.

“NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHH!!”

“PAPYRUS!!”

Sans wasted no time. In an instant, he turned towards the direction of his brother’s helpless cry and took off running. The change in direction was so abrupt that Sky was immediately flung from Sans’s shoulder and sent tumbling to the ground. The fall didn’t hurt, but instead startled the little spider. As he watched Sans take off like a shot, he quickly hollered after him.

“Cover your eyes!” he hurriedly instructed. “Don’t breathe in the pollen!!”

~~~

The scream was the only thing Papyrus could physically release out of his body. As his sweet spot was delicately played with, the poor skeleton laid helplessly on the mushroom only letting out silent squeals and squeaky gasps for air. Not even having the strength to mentally beg for mercy anymore.

The Tiger-Lily and the Violet were gently kissing both sides of his hips, making girly smooching noises intermixed with their amused giggling. But what had made this especially torturous for Papyrus was the fact that both flowers had long wispy stamens protruding from their faces in place of where their noses were meant to be. They felt like long delicate kitten whiskers that bristled and glided effortlessly along Papyrus’s sensitive sweet spot. It was so horribly ticklish, his mind went completely blank as the sensation consumed him.

“Aww! He’s soooo ticklish!” teased the Daisy as she wriggled a fuzzy leaf under his chin. Papyrus could hardly even feel it, all of his focus was hopelessly stuck to the torture of his sweet spot.

“And he’s so tasty too!” teased the Tiger-Lily, taking a brief moment away from tickling Papyrus’s sweet spot to taunt him.

“Here’s an idea,” offered the Rose, she loomed over Papyrus’s tear stained face with a smug look in her eyes. “If you want us to keep tickling you forever and ever … just keep laughing.”

As the Violet and Tiger-Lily went back to kissing at his hips, Papyrus’s entire body contorted with violent spasms and silent laughter. The harsh puffs of air pounding out of him with painful jerks and sharp inhales. Even in the middle of all that hysteria, he couldn’t will his body to fight, much less try to get out any kind of verbal protest. He was doomed. He just knew they were going to keep him here as their main source of food, and there was nothing he could do to stop them.

“Papyrus!”

Sans burst through the thick stems, a look of horror petrified onto his face at the predicament his brother was in. The flowers finally stopped tickling Papyrus to stare at Sans. A new wave of delight crossing their faces at the sight of another victim.

“Well, well, well!” The Violet beamed. “A new friend come to join the party!”

“Won’t you join us for dinner, young man?” The Larkspur immediately leaned her face forward to invade his personal space.

Sans immediately ducked his head down, he made a bolt for the mushroom while trying to avoid eye contact with the dangerous flowers. He barely made it to the overgrown fungi before he suddenly felt his feet being pulled out from under him. The Violet had lifted her roots to coil around the older skeleton’s ankles and, before he could utter a scream of protest, he felt himself being dragged along the grass. The Violet and the Tiger-Lily wrapped their winding stems around Sans’s arms and lifted him off the ground, holding them out wide.

“Ah, I do believe he’s onto our little game, ladies.” The Rose slinked towards Sans and met him face-to-face. “Well, that’s no fun, nobody likes a spoil-sport.”

Sans shut his sockets tight and forced his skull to turn away from the Rose’s face. The Tiger-Lily used her extra leaves to force Sans’s skull to look directly at her, but the skeleton still kept his eyes shut tight.

“You really ought to relax, dear,” the Larkspur cooed gently. “Stop to smell the flowers, why don’t you?”

Sans knew instantly that they were beginning to release their sweet-smelling pollen. If he breathed it in, he knew that he would be powerless to stop them. Quickly he took a deep breath in, expanding his cheekbones to let his last puff of oxygen come to rest in his mouth.

“Oh, well, that’s no good!” complained the Daisy.

“Not to worry, dear,” the Rose replied calmly. “He certainly can’t hold his breath forever.”

She was right of course, and Sans knew it. He could already feel the anxiety in his Soul starting to eat away at his stamina to keep his breath held in. Quieting his thoughts, he focused on keeping his body still and steady. He knew that as long as he remained calm, he could hold out just a little bit longer.

Growing impatient, the Rose turned back to Papyrus, who was slowly catching his breath on the mushroom. Not thinking of anything besides how grateful he was for the tickling to have stopped. His breath hitched as he felt the Rose place the tip of her leaf on the tips of his toes again.

“So, tell me, sweet-face,” she said in a flirting tone. “Is your friend over there as ticklish as you?”

“Y…. Yes.”

Papyrus breathed out. He was too weak to even try to hold back anymore, the words slipped out easier than ever. Still, his Soul ached, having no choice but to betray his brother. Sans’s eyes shot open upon hearing Papyrus’s voice, he gazed at his brother, silently pleading for him not to speak anymore.

“He’s … ticklish … under the … arms….”

Without wasting a second, the Violet and the Tiger-Lily began kissing and wriggling their delicate stamens into Sans’s underarms. It took no time for the older skeleton to burst out laughing. Besides his body putting too much strain on itself by holding his breath, his underarms were far too ticklish for him to ignore.

“BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHO ST-STAHAHAHAHAHAAAP!! AHAHAHA!!”

As Sans rapidly inhaled and exhaled he could immediately feel the effects of the pollen entering his system. In an instant, the pleasant euphoria had completely taken over his body, trapping him in an unusual state of peaceful bliss. The Rose let out a devious chuckle as she greedily inhaled Sans’s hysterical laughter.

“Now that’s more like it.” She grinned. “Welcome to the party, my dear. Care for a tickle or two?”

“Y-Y-Y-HEEHEEHEEHEE!! YEHEHEHES!! YES!! AHAHAHAHAHA!! PL-PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! PLEHEHEASE TIHIHIHICKLE MEHEEHEEHEE!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Sans couldn’t believe how easily it slipped out. Now feeling the same utter humiliation as Papyrus, he began the long mental struggle of trying — and failing — to regain control of himself.

“With pleasure!” giggled the Daisy as she scribbled the tips of her leaves along his toes.

“Now….” The Rose moved closer to Sans’s face staring at him intensely. “Let’s get to know each other a bit, shall we? Is there a particular spot on YOU that tickles more than the others?”

As Sans unwillingly laughed and cackled, his mind reeled with the same panic that Papyrus had felt when tempted with that horrible question. He strained with every ounce of mental energy he had left in him, but it was no use. His voice and his words were moving on their own, he had no chance. He was doomed.

“MY-HEEHEEHEE! M-MY G-G-GROO—”

Before he could finish, the Rose let out a startled scream as something was suddenly flung directly into her face, both blinding and muffling her completely. She backed away from Sans, frantically pulling at her face to try and get it off. Looking closer once she had lifted her head back up, Sans could make out what it was … it was a little web!

Sky jumped into the fray, and with moves faster than lightning, he began flinging tiny spiderwebs at the flowers. Each one stuck directly to their faces covering their eyes and mouths. In an instant, the sweet-smelling pollen cleared from the air, and both skeletons snapped out of their euphoric haze. Finally regaining the use of their limbs, they vigorously rubbed the dizziness from their eyes and the tingling from their bodies.

“Papyrus!” Sans called for his brother. He had yanked himself away from the Violet and Tiger-Lily’s stems once they had been hit by the webs. He made a mad dash for the mushroom just as Papyrus crawled to the edge, preparing to jump down.

“Sans!” the younger skeleton cried happily. He leapt from the mushroom, momentarily forgetting how weak his knees were, and immediately fell into the dirt. Sans rushed to his brother’s side, quickly helping him to his shaking feet.

“Come on!” Sky called before jumping back onto Sans’s shoulder. “That’s not gonna hold them forever! Keep your eyes down and don’t breathe in too deep!”

Without another word, the skeletons obeyed the little spider’s command. Pushing past the large stems they bolted through the floral forest as fast as their legs could carry them. The sounds of the flowers’ muffled screaming left far behind them.