#started with repo & then all went downhill from there

[pissbbyy]

idk if cooked is a strong enough adjective to describe how too late it is for me

[gettinziggywithit]

New Fic Inspiration!

Starting up a new set of little ficlets I’d like to call “UnderMusic”! Basically they’ll just be not too long drabbles pairing up a song or songs with Undertale characters and their AUs, much like my Repo! Genetic Opera/Axetale crossover. I already have like 2-3 semi written up and I’m just buzzing with excitement to have ideas again! :D Got a TINY snippet here!

It was a lazy Saturday night in the skeleton household, but Frisk was absolutely restless. After lazing the day away with her significant skeleton, she needed to get up and do something NOW. Papyrus had gone out to a sleepover that Mettaton was hosting for his biggest fans, meaning he was definitely on a date with the younger skeleton, much to sans’ displeasure.

It’s not that he didn’t like Mettaton, he just really didn’t like him when he was hanging out with his bro. Frisk more than once teased and called him an old geezer with his “he’s a bad influence” comments. She eased up only when he threatened to hold her down and tickle her, the line was drawn there. So, when Papyrus had joyfully ran down the stairs and out the door exclaiming he was going to be sleeping over with Mettaton while she and sans sat down for dinner, his mood immediately went downhill.

Dinner was ate in near silence, with sans barely attempting to be apart of her conversation. He pushed his spaghetti around before finally eating some and then excusing himself to the living room. Frisk cleaned the table so as not to upset Papyrus and would glance to sans every now and then. He was laying off to one side, drumming his fingers on the armrest, sighing unhappily. It was plain to see what the culprit of this mood swing was: jealousy.

Frisk understood that the brothers were particularly very close, so now on the surface where the monsters were starting to thrive once more, Papyrus was immediately curious to go out and explore where his brother was more reluctant about it. He worried about how the aboveground and its inhabitants and Mettaton would treat his brother. No pure cinnamon bun like Papyrus should ever be unhappy, but as she explained to him, he needed to let him go and enjoy himself. That would give him the greatest happiness.

Sans would eventually agree, knowing that he could tell if Frisk was just being complacent towards him or if she actually spoke the truth. One look in her eyes said she was right. And so, sans put on the smile that he was known for and watched as his brother happily sped out the door and into the night. Frisk had started to carefully watch his moods and when he got like this, she went all out to cheer him up. Tonight, she was going to shake things up a bit…

“Hey sans…”

Frisk called out to him from the kitchen as she finished cleaning off the table. She was met with silence before a soft and disinterested voice mumbled, “yeah?”

“I’m having a party...wanna come?”