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prodigal-explorer · 11 months ago

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my roleplay information/application!

hey guyssss, so like i'm kinda desperate for rp partners so i'm just gonna try my luck here and see if any of y'all are interested in rping with me! feel free to read through this information and message me if you are interested!! as long as you meet my requirements, i would love to rp with you!!

basic information

i am 18 (19 in a few weeks) and i'm okay rping with any age, but i will not rp anything relating to nsfw with a minor. not even implied nsfw, it's just very uncomfortable. but if you're 18+, i'll rp anything on this list with you!

i only rp semi-lit/descriptive. this means at least five sentences, detailed responses that aren't just surface level. it's hard to respond to stuff that's lazy, so please please please just put in the effort if you want high quality responses in return!

the fandoms i roleplay are sanders sides, undertale, your turn to die, and omori. i dabble in oc rp, but it's not very common for me since i don't really have many ocs that i like enough to rp with.

my favorite types of roleplay are heavy angst and whump. i love really dark concepts, and it's rare that i won't do something that's dark and angsty. i struggle with concepts that are just fluff because i prefer rps with a lot of conflict and struggle.

my only triggers are constant discussion about body type/comparing body types and descriptive talk of medical needles. other than that i will do literally anything lol.

i am filipino-american, audhd, physically disabled, and i love to incorporate these aspects of my identity into the characters i play. if you don't like that, we probably won't make very good rp partners.

i hate hate HATE poking. please don't remind me of the rp after ten minutes of me not responding. please don't remind me of the rp after ten HOURS of me not responding. i know it exists, i just need time to reply. if you nag me about responding, i probably will wait even longer to reply because it's intimidating.

i love to chat oorp! feel free to leave a silly message, even if it has nothing to do with rp!

scroll all the way to the bottom of the post if you want to see writing examples!! below are just specific tidbits of information pertaining to each fandom i rp!

sanders sides specific information

the main side i love to play is roman. i will always want to play roman in every single tss rp, he's just me, he's my number one homie, my favorite character of all time.

i can also play any of the other sides, but my characterization for them is not as solid as roman.

i don't really like patton in roleplays unless he's a minor character or an antagonist/villain. i am very good at playing patton as a villain, but i don't really like playing him in any other context. i have so many aus where patton is a villain or antagonist, so if that's your jam, you've come to the right place!

i will do mindscape or human aus, i love both!

i am okay with ocs but i will not do canon side x female oc. it just makes me very uncomfortable to ship sides with female characters.

some of my favorite ships are roceit, prinxiety, logince, anaroceit, analogical, intrulogical, and loceit.

the only ships i WILL NOT do are moxiety, royality, moceit, logicality, intruality, and remrom. every other ship, i'm completely okay with.

i love rping as remy or emile picani!!

i have SO MANY IDEAS for this fandom. like literally hundreds of aus. so please message me if you want to rp anything with angst, or drama, or anything like that because i have SO MUCH.

undertale specific information

so fun fact i'm actually kind of bad at undertale rp.

it's not that i'm awful i just don't have a lot of experience, but i'm working on it!

the main characters i like to play are papyrus, undyne, alphys, toriel, asgore, and gaster.

i can also play asriel/flowey, sans, frisk, mettaton, grillby, and chara if necessary.

i am totally fine with ocs, bring them on!

i don't really like rps with the au sans stuff? nothing against it, i just don't really know much about it and in the nicest way possible i don't really care. i prefer to stick with canon and prequel/sequel aus instead of aus that change up the characters' personalities and stuff.

my favorite undertale au of all time is handplates i have so many thoughts about it and i would love to rp it!

i love angsty rps but undertale is actually one of the only fandoms where i love to rp fluff for it. undertale is just such a goofy game and i love emulating that style of humor in rp!

ships i enjoy are soriel, papyton, alphyne, sansby, and whatever the ship name for alphys x gaster is?

the only undertale ships i WILL NOT rp are anything involving the child characters (frisk, chara, asriel, monster kid), and anything that ships undyne with a guy. i'm also not a huge fan of asgore x toriel but i'll do it if you really want me to!

your turn to die specific information

i am so new to rping in this fandom but i really want to anyway!! trust, i know all the lore, i just need some solid experience!

my favorite characters to play are jou, reko, nao, gin, kai, shin, hiyori, and sara.

i will play q-taro, mishima, or alice if necessary!

i am very bad at keiji, i don't think i can play him well.

i love canon and au roleplays equally! i would love to do either way!

i like pretty much all the ships, it would be easier to list ships i don't like.

i don't like any ships that involve the little kids (kanna, gin, hinako), any ships with a huge age gap (especially sara x keiji), and shin x hiyori. it's just...no.

omori specific information

i am very new to the fandom, so please have mercy on me if i get something wrong lol!

my favorite characters to play are kel, hero, aubrey, and mari!

i can play sunny if necessary.

i will not play basil. i actually don't like basil being present in roleplays, he's just a character i personally dislike. i'm fine with him showing up occasionally as a minor character, but i just don't like him being a big part of roleplays.

i will roleplay canon and aus! i love both! but bear in mind i am a bit more hesitant to rp ships in canon, but in aus i have zero reservations!

my favorite ships are anything involving sunny, kel, and aubrey being together, but my number one otp is hero x mari!

the only ships i WILL NOT do are ships that have basil in them, especially basil x sunny or basil x kel. they just don't sit right with me personally.

i don't really know much about the minor characters of the game...i might need a bit of guidance if you want to use a character that isn't a part of the main six! but i am completely fine with it as long as you're okay with me being a bit clueless.

writing samples!!!

The streets were soft, the dusty sidewalks concealed by powdery snow that made Brooklyn look like a wedding. Roman stepped lightly, wondering how high he would have to hold himself to keep his foot from sinking in the snow, ruining the shiny white blanket that protected his bare feet from the cruel asphalt.

His book remained tucked under his jacket, as if it needed protection from the biting wind. Roman didn’t think it was possible for something that carried such beautiful notions and ideas to be unfeeling, so he acted as though there was a beating heart somewhere between the pages. Nobody had ever told him there wasn’t one, so what was the harm in believing if it made the sky feel brighter, and the air feel warmer, and the world feel more connected?

When he came back to the small, tucked-away alley that he and his brothers were currently living in, he was happy to see a little fire that he could warm himself beside while he opened his new book, aching to see what was inside.

"Protect...me?"

Roman was unfamiliar. He was always used to protecting other people. He was tall, graceful and beautiful. Couldn't really throw a punch, but he had a way with his words that could get him absolutely anything he wanted. Including peace. He was used to standing between bullies and victims, seducing with his sweet smile and long eyelashes. Making anybody feel like they've been blessed just looking at him. With his parents always gone, and nobody to hold him during nightmares, Roman had gotten used to holding himself. But now, he just wanted to be protected so badly. He wanted to be truly loved by somebody besides himself.

"Okay..." he whispered, "Okay."

"Oh! Do you guys want to go to that restaurant across the street?" Patton asked, "We performed so well tonight, I think we all deserve a treat! Virgil, you hit that syncopation perfectly, and Janus, that riff was amazing! The crowd went wild for us! Drinks will be on me, as long as you all promise not to drink too much. I'll be the designated driver too. What do you say??"

Of course, this invitation was not extended to Logan. Patton didn't even notice Logan in the area, assuming that he was off sweeping the stage or packing up the van. Patton was the one who decided what everybody did, and he usually gave Logan the grease-work like that. He didn't really care very much about Logan, just because Logan wasn't as close to the group. There wasn't that bond of performing show after show, having fans that requested autographs, being followed and gushed over by paparazzi.

Since Logan was never onstage, nobody knew the face or identity of the man who wrote the songs that all these fans were so crazy about. And Patton sort of preferred it that way. He didn't really like the idea of Logan being a face of their band. Unlike Janus and Virgil, Patton wasn't sure how the public eye would recieve Logan. The man wasn't remotely ugly, but he was rather plain-looking. He tended to blend into the background of the rooms he occupied. He wasn't the type of look one would expect to be in a hugely successful band.

All the others had their "niche". Patton was the sweetheart, the nice one, the innocent one. Virgil was the quiet, brooding, mysterious one. And Janus was the charmer, able to seduce anyone with a wink and a smile. What was Logan? He didn't talk very much, he wasn't particularly nice, brooding, or seductive. Patton didn't like that Logan didn't exactly have an archetype. He didn't quite fit in.

Roman tilted his head with a polite smile and an appropriate amount of interest as Logan disclosed his name. It was nothing familiar to him, but he did think it was a beautiful-sounding name. He always loved when people's first and last names started with the same letter. It felt like a name out of a fairy-tale when it had that feature.

Listening to what Logan was saying, Roman couldn't help but go red, very embarrassed. He was bad at English, but he certainly wasn't stupid. He could tell that Logan was euphemizing heavily in order to preserve Roman's feelings, which made Roman both embarrassed that Logan felt the need to do this, and honored that Logan cared so much about how he felt. It was a really sweet gesture, honestly.

"You write music too?" he asked, very curious. "I would love to sing a song by you wrote. You will...pay me? Money?"

Roman wondered if Logan was offering him a job, or just wanting to have a jam session as friends and colleagues. He would be happy with either option, but he wanted to manage his expectations there and then, so there would be less awkwardness from false assumptions.

Roman looked at it and smiled as he read through the lyrics, his eyes carefully scanning from left to right as he ingested each lyric. His smile only grew.

"It is okay," he said, "I like messy handwriting. It means...it means your brain moves fast, and your hand must hurry to follow. I like this song. I think...I want to sing it. Do you want me to sing here? In front of everyone?"

Roman would definitely be willing to give Logan's song some publicity. And he adored the thrill of singing a song for the first time in front of a whole crowd of people. Roman wasn't the type to get stage fright. The more risky a performance was, the more excited he was to try and execute it. Roman had a bit of a shame deficiency, such was obvious with him singing those lyrics he wrote out loud multiple times.

His eyes were shining with enthusiasm, but also, with gratitude. He was thankful to Logan for the opportunity he had to bring this song to life, this brand new song that no one had ever heard before. The idea that its first breath of auditory life would be coming from Roman's own voice was so romantic that it almost made Roman want to sing it right there and then so he wouldn't have to wait anymore.

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thornwolfy235 · 25 days ago

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WIP 4 - Sleeping Arrangements

I'm going to post a bunch of WIPs in a row now. maybe with a little feedback I'll get the gumption to finish one of them.

A bit of info on them first. I wrote all of these in an effort to deal with an exceptionally bad break-up (might as well call it a divorce, we lived together for 6 years). A lot of these are "how it should've gone" type stuff. I was never able to decide if they should be a full chapter by chapter "novel" or just a bunch of oneshots within the same universe and make a collection of them in order or whatever. Maybe I'll drop them to Ao3 as well. They are all xfem!Readers with my blorbos Grillby and Gaster (though most have no anatomy mentioned, so you can safely read no matter what gender you are). I'd appreciate a glance through if nothing else.

This one is while Reader, Grillby, and Gaster are figuring out this whole poly thing, mainly with how sleeping in one bed will work (or not work). Gaster is post Void and still traumatized by it. Misunderstandings and angst and fluff.

((needs stuff))

Grillby stared at the ceiling. He had felt you leave, but had hoped you were just using the bathroom or getting a drink of water. It was taking you too long to return for either of those things. He looked over to where you should be and felt his SOUL fall. Your hamster plush was gone. You had run away.

“She’s not coming back, is she?” Gaster asked softly from his other side.

Grillby sat up, dropping his head into his hands. “No…no, she’s not,” he said through his tightening throat. He had known there was the possibility you’d do this, but he had hoped you wouldn’t. Why had you left? He thought they had reassured you enough, made you understand that you weren’t being pushed out of the relationship. He thought you wanted this, too. Unless… “A bad memory might have gotten triggered…Please don’t be angry with her,” he murmured.

He felt Gaster’s arms slide around his shoulders. “I’m not angry. Confused and a little frustrated, yes, but not angry.” There was a moment of silence before he continued. “Her former Mate really did that much harm to her…so much so that she can’t believe her current one?”

“Yes,” he hissed, almost startled by the flash of disgust he felt for the man. “I only saw him interact with her once, but it was enough. Masking anger with happiness, ignoring her requests, pressuring her, invading her space…If what I witnessed was anything like how he normally treated her inside the relationship…It must have been awful by the end.” His flames snapped angrily. “He doesn’t deserve the moniker of ‘Mate.’”

“No, probably not. But it sounds like while he never truly saw her as his Mate, she believed he was hers. She loved him with all her SOUL, didn’t she?”

Grillby’s own twisted painfully for you. “Yes. Through all the abuse and the lies, she still loved him, still believed in him, still trusted him. And he played with that trust until her SOUL broke, and then he threw her away.”

The skeleton’s arms tightened around his shoulders. “Did he…did he actually break her SOUL?” he asked softly.

Several molten tears escaped Grillby’s eyes. “Her SOUL clearly had done a lot of healing by the time we Mated, but it still bore the marks of where it had fractured. If she were a monster…she may have even fallen down.” He chuckled grimly. “She’s like you in that she doesn’t do things in half measures. She throws all of herself into anything she does, but it doesn’t occur to her that others aren’t like that. So when she loves, she loves completely, expecting it to be returned. She was taught that isn’t always the case in the most cruel way possible.” He gripped Gaster’s hands, fighting to keep more tears contained. “She’s terrified of going through it again. Please forgive her.”

He felt Gaster’s head press against his back. “There is nothing to forgive...But I had hoped that she understood by now that I want her here as much as you do. I think…I think she and I should start spending more one-on-one time together. Date nights and such, the way we do, and you and her do. I was worried she would feel like she was being pressured to spend time with me if she was nervous to, but perhaps I accidentally sent the message that I didn’t want to spend time around her at all.”

Grillby smiled weakly. “I think she would like that. She’s said to me a few times that she’d like to spend more time with you, but she hasn’t asked you because she’s afraid you’ll find her, quote, ‘annoying.’”

He felt the skeleton’s disbelief in the silence that followed. “How would I find her ‘annoying?’”

“Because of how excitable she is and will, quoting again, ‘happily talk your ears off’ about what interests her.” Gaster snorted. “As though I won’t?” He shifted so his head was beside Grillby’s and nuzzled his cheek. “She shouldn’t worry so. After all, neither of us had ears to begin with.”

The elemental laughed, kissing the bony face beside him. “I know. She’s always been like this, I suspect even before her ex. I think he just made the problem worse.” He sighed, sadness creeping back in. “She was doing much better, until, well…you…us…this whole thing brought everything back to the surface.” “I think she has been doing very well, given what she went through. All she needed was a little time to think this through, a little patience while we all learned how to make this work, and a little respect for her feelings and boundaries.” Grillby pressed his cheek to Gaster’s. “Thank you for giving her all of that.” “You say that like it was difficult. They were all perfectly reasonable things for her to need. Besides, you and I also needed time to…reconnect…after being apart for so long…We both changed during that time. We became different people than who we remembered the other as. There was no way to simply…pick up where we left off,” the skeleton said, something like regret tingeing his voice by the end. “I know. Still, while it may not seem like much to you, it meant the world to her.”

“I’m sure, but it is…appalling that simple kindness means so much to her. That she was not given it or was berated for asking for it to the extent that...that…” He slid back, releasing Grillby from the hug. “Do you think we can convince her to come back?” he asked softly.

He turned to face the skeleton. Gaster was hugging himself, his large, round eyelights fuzzed at the edges from distress. “I don’t know. I don’t want to force her…it might hurt her more,” Grillby murmured.

“I don’t want to force her, either, but I…I don’t want her to feel forgotten. I want her to understand that she is loved and wanted. I want to fix this before it gets worse. Could we go talk to her? Please?”

Grillby hesitated. He didn’t want to upset Gaster further, but he imagined that you were feeling very fragile right now. Having both of them show up might feel like a confrontation, and he didn’t want to do that to you. “Maybe…I should go talk to her alone first?”

Gaster’s jaw clenched for a moment, then released. “Y-yes…Yes, perhaps that would be better. Going together might make her feel cornered. Just…please make sure she knows she isn’t in trouble. I’m not angry with her, but she…she probably won’t believe that, but I’m really not, and I…I…”

Grillby kissed his returned Mate’s forehead. “I will. Thank you. I love you.”

Gaster managed a small smile. “I love you, too. And her. Tell her that as well. Please.”

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Grillby was slow as he returned to the bedroom, SOUL tight from your tearstained cheeks and now having to let Gaster down. He had managed to fail both of his Mates in a single night. He hesitated just outside the door, not wanting to break the news, distraught enough to forget his natural glow would give him away.

“Skyfire?” He tensed, looking up to find Gaster standing in the doorway. “Is she…Did you talk to her?”

“No, birdwing. She’s…she’s asleep on the couch.” He clenched his jaw, hoping it would be enough to stop himself from saying more, but of course it wasn’t. “She cried herself to sleep,” he admitted in no more than a breath, pressing his head to the taller monster’s chest in defeat.

“There’s nothing for it then,” Gaster sighed, hugging him gently. “We’ll just have to sleep out there.” Grillby leaned back to give him an incredulous look. “It’s simple, really. We told her we would all sleep together. Since she has chosen the venue, we have no choice but to join her there,” he stated calmly, turning away. “W-we…she…A-are you…” He floundered for a response, put off by the other’s sudden distance.

Gaster paused in gathering pillows off the bed to look at him, shoulders sagging a little. “I am still upset, but waking her just to…n-not reprimand her, but…Well, waking her wouldn’t do anyone any good right now. I know her former…fiancé –” The word could not have been spoken with more venom. “– made a lot of promises he did not keep. Even with the progress we’ve all made, words and promises are still tainted thanks to him. ‘Actions speak louder’ and all that, yes? So, we’ll sleep out there to show her we meant it when we said we’d all spend the night together, and in the morning we can sort this mess out.” He smiled, albeit sadly. “It will be like one of those sleepovers Papyrus is always raving about. Now help me with these blankets.”

The pair lugged their bedding to the living room as quietly as they could. While the floor wouldn’t be terribly comfortable, they had dealt with worse (that may have been centuries ago, but the statement was still true). Grillby paused in the as they entered the room, a little uncertain where exactly they should set up camp, while Gaster simply marched up to the couch and dropped his armload of pillows onto the floor next to it. Apparently he had decided they would be sleeping as close to you as possible.

Gaster stood over you, staring down at you for a long moment, then abruptly began rapid-fire signing. Grillby hurried to his side, almost tripping over a loose corner of the blanket he was carrying, only to find that the signs weren’t meant for him. He couldn’t keep up with the speed at which the skeleton’s hands flew, but he caught words like ‘silly,’ ‘worry,’ ‘love,’ ‘want,’ and ‘stay.’ It seemed your sleeping form was getting quite the lecture.

Finally Gaster’s hands fell limply to his sides, chest lightly heaving with phantom-breaths from the effort. Grillby lightly nudged his shoulder to get his attention. < Got that all out? > he signed with a soft smile.

Gaster sighed and nodded, starting to reach out to touch you before quickly pivoting to hug Grillby tightly instead. He held the distraught skeleton for as long as he needed before they set about making a pillow-and-blanket nest beside the couch. Somehow they managed to get settled without waking you.

They sat for a moment, side-by-side in their bedding pile, looking at you. Gaster reached out, green magic humming at his finger tips, and softly brushed your forehead before letting his hand fall limply into his lap with a sigh. Grillby understood the sentiment completely; if only this was something that could be healed so easily. He rested his head on Gaster’s shoulder, taking his hand and giving it an appreciative squeeze. The skeleton looked at him, his expression making it clear he was only barely keeping himself from crying. Even if he could speak without waking you, Grillby didn’t have the words to comfort him. All he could do was gently cup the other’s cheek and kiss him.

Eventually Gaster laid down, arms going around Grillby and pulling him down with him. Grillby found himself as the little spoon, tucked against the lanky monster’s form. That was fine by him. If Gaster needed to hold someone, the elemental was content to be that someone. A pair of translucent purple hand-bullets appeared in front of him. < Morning will be better. > Grillby nodded, giving one of the arms around him a soft pat. Emotionally drained but still hopeful that things could be worked out, it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

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You were startled awake by a surprised squawk of static followed by a slurred “Wha’? Wha’ happ’n’d?”

Light was just peeking in around the curtains, but the room had a suspiciously familiar ambient orange glow to it. You propped yourself up on an elbow and looked over to find the source of the glow doing the same. Next to him sat a disheveled-looking skeleton, who was rubbing his head. “It’s alright, Grillby. You dropped something, my dear,” Gaster said, holding out your hamster plush.

You just stared at them. “The hell are you two doing out here?” you asked, your sleep-addled mind ever eloquent.

“Sleepin’. Or we were,” Grillby mumbled, flopping back down.

“But why here?”

Gaster withdrew the hand holding your plush, looking down into the poor thing’s squashed face. “Because we agreed we would all sleep together, and then you came out here,” he said, tone clipped.

Your blood ran cold. “You…followed me?”

His eyelights fixed onto your face. “Yes. Perhaps this is a conversation best had when we’re all a bit more conscious, but you should know you really hurt us by leaving.”

You looked back and forth between the two Monsters. “I…I-I thought…” Shame set in as you dropped your eyes to their makeshift bed. “I thought you’d like it if I left,” you finished lamely.

“Why in the world would we like that? We thought we made it very clear that we felt this was the next step of the relationship, for all of us to be together. Do you not feel this way? Why did you agree to it if you didn’t?” Gaster asked hotly.

You opened your mouth, then shut it and looked at Grillby, distressed by the sudden confrontation you found yourself in. He sighed and got up, stretching before touching your head. “I think this is between you two,” he said softly. He patted Gaster’s shoulder. “Be gentle with her,” he added before heading off back to the bedroom.

“I am being –” the skeleton started before snapping his jaw shut. He sighed, rubbing his face, his severity draining away. “No, I’m not.” He sighed again and looked at you, holding out your plush again like a peace offering. “I apologize for putting you on the spot. I am…very emotional right now.”

“I-I’m sorry I left. I didn’t think it would upset you so much,” you said, taking it from him.

He cast you a grim smile. “I know you have a reason for doing so. I likely won’t agree with your rationale for it, but you never do anything without a reason. So why did you leave?”

You took a breath, sitting up fully and crossing your legs, your hamster in your lap. You rubbed its ears as you spoke. “I thought it would have been appreciated. I was…I was afraid you felt like I was taking all of Grillby’s attention.”

He frowned, shaking his head. “But you haven’t. Grillby and I have our date nights. We spend plenty of time together.”

“But not…not in the bedroom. And that’s because of me…Because I asked that you wouldn’t. Beyond just no…n-no sex, that you wouldn’t even sleep in the same bed together.”

“Dear…” He put a hand on the hamster plush’s back, fingers idly stroking the fur. “That was a boundary you set, one that we thought was acceptable and have never objected to.” “But it was greedy and selfish of me.” You cringed as you heard the echo of your ex’s voice in your words. You couldn’t tell if that was actually how you felt or how he taught you to feel. Sometimes the two were still too intertwined to be separated.

“You might look at it that way,” Gaster said, “but I see it much differently. You were abruptly thrust into a situation that was very reminiscent of a previous one, one that left you incredibly hurt and uncertain of yourself and those you put your trust in. You wanted to avoid through that again, so you set firmer boundaries, ensured the terms were clear and explained, and hoped they would be followed this time.”

“And you did, and I’m so incredibly grateful for that. But it wasn’t fair of me to do in the first place. I know that you and Grillby aren’t him, a-and that the two of you together aren’t like how they were together. I took my fear out on you when I should have known better,” you said, hugging yourself.

“You say that like you were exacting your revenge on us, which I can assure you was not what you did,” Gaster said sternly. “The boundaries you needed were entirely healthy and reasonable. They were not made to drive Grillby and I apart. If that had been your goal, they would have been far stricter, likely callous in nature, and ones we would not have agreed to. The ones you did set were to keep things safe and comfortable for you while you learned how the new relationship would work.”

“And what about your comfort?” you snapped.

“I have been plenty comfortable,” he retorted, eyelights sharpening. “Would I have liked to spend some nights with Grillby? Yes. Would I do so at the expense of your trust? No. Stars, even if I was willing to, Grillby was not. You cannot forget that he is a part of all this as well.”

“I haven’t, and that’s part of the issue, too! I’ve been treating what’s here and now like it’s going to be the same as back then! Grillby isn’t him, you together aren’t them, but I’m still having so much trouble separating everything! And then last night…last night I realized…how could we all be together if I couldn’t let you and Grillby be together? So I left that you could be together without me…without me tainting a-and controlling everything!”

“Your presence wasn’t ‘tainting’ anything, you haven’t been ‘controlling’ us, and you have let us be together. Again, he and I have gone on dates, we’ve spent time here with just each other, we’ve –”

“But with curfews and rules!” you cried, throwing your hands out to the sides. “Like I’m your parent o-or prison warden or –” Gaster abruptly grabbed your wrists, holding them painfully tight. “Like someone who was hurt and was afraid of being hurt again!” he shouted, his face in yours. “Your ex-fiancé and his new partner betrayed your trust at every turn. You asked them not to have sex until you had adjusted to the new relationship dynamics, and they did so anyway. You asked him to be home at a certain time, and he never was. You asked them not to leave marks on each other, and they did so regardless of how uncomfortable it made you feel. And the entire time – every single time they ignored you, your feelings, your boundaries, and your sanity – they told you that you were being the unreasonable one!” Liquid lilac magic had begun dripping from his eye sockets at some point, and you stiffened as you realized he was crying. He let go of your arms to instead cup your face, staring into your eyes with suddenly enormous, fuzzy eyelights. “He abused you and told you it was your fault. How could I hold that experience against you? I wish, stars above, I wish I could take all that away from you! And not because I want to do…whatever it is you think I want to do with Grillby! I want to take it from you so that you don’t have to hurt anymore!”

“I’m sorry, Gaster. I’m s-so sorry,” you whispered, genuinely taken aback by his passion. You felt hot tears burning your eyes before escaping.

“O-oh no, don’t cry, don’t cry! Only one of us can do that right now!” he gasped as a group of conjured hands pulled you into his lap. He cradled you, forehead pressed to yours as one of them tried to wipe away your tears as fast as they came. “You shouldn’t apologize. I shouldn’t have yelled or grabbed you. It is so painful to see you still hurting so much.” He scrubbed at his face, trying to get rid of his own tears as well. “It’s difficult to escape your past. Grillby knows it, and stars, do I know it. You shouldn’t have had to go through any of that. But it’s over now.” One of his real hands touched your chest above your SOUL. “Even though the hurt remains, it’s over now. You are with people who love and cherish and support you. Grillby loves you. I love you. We’ll help you get through the hurt every time it resurfaces. You are his sweet spark, and my starshine, and we love you.”

“‘St-starshine?’” you repeated softly.

Gaster laughed through his tears. “Yes. Starshine. And you’d better like it, because that’s what I’ve decided to call you!” The summoned hand that had been futilely trying to dry your tears paused to tap your nose playfully. Your resulting giggle sounded more like a strangled mewl. He shushed you, holding you tighter to his chest. “I want to spend more time with you. Just us. I want to learn you, learn from you. I want to know you the way Grillby does. In truth, I’ve wanted that for some time now.”

“I-I…I thought you didn’t,” you said. “I thought you thought you didn’t like me because I-I was too…I-I don’t know! Too weird o-or human or stupid or broken o-or something!”

“No, no, no, starshine! Well…alright, I was initially put-off with you being a human, but I haven’t felt that way for quite some time!” He kissed your forehead. It was harder and much cooler that what you were used to, but you found you didn’t care. It was real. “I was trying to give you space because I thought you were afraid of me. I did not want to force you to spend time with someone you were afraid of.”

“I mean…I-I was afraid of you. I thought you didn’t want me around.”

A real hand took one of yours and held it loosely. “At first, when I was still feeling bitter, yes,” he admitted. “You see, I –” He stopped with a shudder.

Your brow furrowed when he stopped talking. “Gaster?” you asked, squeezing his fingers.

His eye sockets closed with a sigh. “I should tell you what happened to me…why I went missing, and why no one could remember,” he said softly, almost more to himself than to you.

“Y-you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you murmured.

“But I must. How can we be together if I don’t trust you with it?”

You winced at having your earlier words echoed back to you. “But i-it hurts you still.”

“Just as your past still hurts you,” he answered, touching his head to yours. “Grillby knows, and so should you. The only trouble is I do not know where to start. It is all…very complicated.”

((needs stuff))

#wip #my writing #undertale #unfinished #grillby x reader #gaster x reader #grillster

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antarestyl · 7 years ago

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So... how would everyone react that instead of coming back on a flaming horse Fellby literally fell into grillby's arms and clung to him. Telling him that he would not marry a celery stick and to keep the greens away from him. Reactions?

(the candy kingdom loves dumping Fellby on Grillby. XD They sure know that the safest place on earth for Fellby is right there in Grillby’s arms. XD)

All around shock. Grillby WILL keep his hold on Fellby and reassure him that any and all greens will be kept away from him. Like Grillby won’t even THINK about it. Fellby is back and anything else is kinda in the back-burner from that point on. (Also later he will find out what that whole marrying thing is all about. Like nope, he will NOT stand for Fellby being married off to somebody he doesn’t want at all!) Grillby will be just so RELIEVED to have him back and at this point will do nearly anything Fellby ask from him. Happily.

Swabby will be pretty much in shock too like where did Fellby come from, why does he talk about marriage and what did the greens do to him? But he would hug him too and would try and get the story out of him.

The skeletons would be just super happy that Fellby is back, hugging him and all. with Fellby being this disturbed by something they would comfort him all in their own special way. Parz will vow to defeat any and all greens, Saz will hug Fellby, Pyru will shift and growl at anything remotely green, Suny and Papyrus will give him their best and biggest hug and Sans will ask more questions but will keep hugging Fellby too. Also he would ask if Fellby can teleport now.

Seeing that Fellby is really scared at the point where he returned Grillby will keep hold on Fellby a lot longer and Fellby will be HAPPY about this because Grills won’t ever let anybody marry him off to some greens. (Also Grillby is super warm and Fellby will use the excuse to get to sleep in a warm bed and cuddled to Grillby and feeling super safe.) Also he will get a ton of attention and love from his whole family so it won’t be so bad for Fellby. XD

Fellby will refuse to eat greens for a while too and the kids start with that boycott too until Swabby suggest that eating the greens is a form of revenge. Suny will demand his food to include at least one serving of greens from that day on. XD

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mozzarellamuppet-reblogs · 4 years ago

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Prologue: One Skeleton's Laziness is a Detective's Goldmine

Mt. Ebott city, just a little over a year ago this very place was where the first people, minus the ambassador of course, to see real monsters up close and personal. They made their presence known and where humans alone hate on their own species, it was clear this wasn't a place for an entirely new sentient species to show up with no warning and only scary stories serving as prior "knowledge" about them. In the span of a few days it was like another war had started, blood and dust littered the streets and alleyways, a lot of people seemed to only love one thing about monsters, their deaths bringing the humans exp and lv. This battle seemed strange though, like a launch back in time, monsters and humans alike were breaking into groups, mafia groups to be exact. Calling themselves all these bigshot names to strike fear into the other mafias, they all fought over the dumbest stuff, territory and money, that's all they cared about and they didn't seem to mind the many innocent lives it costs to get it.

Those who chose not to fall into the life of a mobster had to find other ways to get money, many lines of work only paying enough to barely get by with rent. A person had to hold multiple jobs to pay "protection fees" to the mafia owning the land they live on, protection fee standing more as a saying of "pay us or you'll be leaving this town in a body bag" so to speak. You may be wondering where the police are, surely they would intervene, it is their job to stop crime after all, but every cop in this god forsaken city either directly worked with the mafia or they were paid off to ignore the next body in an alleyway. But someone has to fill the role of Justice Bringer and that someone just happens to be a rookie detective who doesn't even work for law enforcement.

Hi, I'm (y/n), otherwise known as Mt. Ebott City Detective.

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Yet another deal going south, agreeing to meet with the leader of Blood Bath mafia solo wasn't the best idea, but here Hound was. It was supposed to be a discussion over territory, but the idiot just had to open his mouth and spout out some racist bullshit slurs about monster kind then draw out a gun, Hound wasn't surprised; many monster haters always assumed they were better and stronger than any magic wielding monster. The man took aim but Hound just summoned a simple small bone attack, piercing the man through the chest with it before he could pull the trigger. The man died quickly like the other 5 men he and his 'brothers' had to deal with just today, it was exhausting, the rival mafias all seemed to be so trigger happy today. Hound decided he was too tired to hide the body properly, surely it was hidden enough as it is, they were in the middle of the woods, the animals would just eat the body and Hound can enjoy doing less work.

He decided he would go to Grillby's instead of heading straight home, he had a plan in his mind. Step one, leave the body. Step two, go out and enjoy Grillby's for dinner, maybe get a few drinks as well. Step three, come back and see if the body has been eaten by the wolves yet.

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I sat at my office desk, five new cases in the span of just one day, no bodies left to be discovered yet again, just five new people presumably dead or missing. I sighed, yet again nothing to further investigate further for clues except the single piece of paper in each of the manila files, telling me where they were last seen, what time someone noticed they were gone and their names and occupations.

The only thing these people have in common was the fact that they were all involved in the mafia or a gang, at least I have the comfort of knowing there wasn't an innocent life taken today, none that were reported at least. As I was trying to get so much as a potential theory in my mind, I was interrupted by a knock on my office door. I closed the files, putting them away as I called out "Come in."

A woman walked in, she seemed to be in her late 20s with her blonde hair pinned back in a simple ponytail, she had makeup on but it seemed smudged, but it didn't seem like it was from actual crying, more like her trying to make it seem like she was crying. I knew she came in here to give me a new case to work on, she sat down in a chair and began telling me about her missing husband, her sad face was painfully obvious that it wasn't genuine.

"M-my husband was murdered by a rival gang in a territory dispute... He told me that he was going for a peaceful meeting but he was brutally murdered by whoever it was, I went to go check on him in the woods only to discover him lifelessly proped up against a tree-" a body? Found in the woods? An actual body to examine? I felt myself get shamefully excited at the thought. "-I want you to find the killer and make them pay for what they did, thanks to them my only form of income now is my singing routine."

So that's why she came to me, vengeance for the loss of her sugar daddy. I agreed to take the case and as soon as the woman left I booked it out of my office, locking the door behind me, and running into the woods with the newest manila file held tightly in my hands.

(Hound and other soon to be introduced characters belong to @bigoltrashpile )

#mafiaswapfell #mafiatale #Hound #mafiatale x reader #detective au #Socks drawer #undertale au #undertale x reader #papyrus #my writing

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septic-skele · 4 years ago

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UT - In All But Name

Summary: Papyrus has grown up believing that he's never had or even needed parents. When the other children explain what a dad is, however, he comes to the conclusion that Sans has been his dad all along.

Sans and Papyrus, last surviving skeleton monsters of Snowdin Town, were sons of mystery.

No one was sure of where they were originally from, the exact time they snuck into Snowdin or how long they had been there before they were noticed. It was to Sans’ credit that some of the shopkeepers to this day were unaware that he had snatched their foodstuff to line his pockets. Grillby, however, was more observant than most, clearing away the trash behind his bar to uncover the sneak thief and the hungry, fussy bundle he protected with his life.

No matter how the nosy yet well-meaning townsfolk poked and prodded, they could never pry anything out of Sans about their parents. Whenever the topic came around, it seemed to trigger all of his trap doors; in the span of a soul beat, he would close off with a tense shrug and a grin.

“Dunno, it doesn’t really matter. Hey, I actually gotta get goin’, okay? Y’know. Papyrus.” That was all he would say, as if Papyrus’ existence explained nothing and everything at once. Baffling, the townsfolk thought, but they wouldn’t stand between Sans and supervision of his charge for an answer.

Why not ask Papyrus then? the bold ones pointed out, only to be reminded that Papyrus had just recently grown into striped shirts. If he was an infant when they arrived in town, he would have little to no memory of his parentage unless his brother opted to inform him. Sans’ obvious caginess about it made that unlikely and it would be unfair to upset Papyrus by pointing out that something was missing from his life. It wasn’t their place to drop such a realization on him.

If there was ever a scenario where the notion of a parent was strictly necessary, such as school registries or field trips, Sans handled it with the teachers behind closed doors. He was Papyrus’ guardian, a single parent in all but name—though whispered rumors of that sort weren’t unheard of either.

“Are we certain they’re brothers? If Sans is older than he looks, he could be…”

“No, no. Skeleton genes ran strong, back in the day. Papyrus would be his spitting image if it was like that.”

“What if he takes his looks after the mother?”

“Grillby said that Sans was barely out of striped shirts himself when he found them! He couldn’t have, not at that age—certainly not with a gimp soul.”

Those conversations were always smothered before either of the skeletons got close enough to overhear; no one wanted to risk offending Sans any further with the suggestion.

With all of the secrecy surrounding the subject, a short attention span and the wide-eyed obliviousness of a carefree child, Papyrus remained largely unaware. He had his brother, his teachers, the various children he (hoped to) call his friends. What more could a baby bones ask for? What more could he want?

One afternoon, after what might have been four rounds of the game Humans and Monsters, Papyrus finally felt the surrounding enthusiasm waning. He was always cast as the scary human, chasing down the other children with the goal of snatching and eating them. They had proved to be expert runners and hiders, scrambling away from him at every turn with very convincing shouts of disgust. Nevertheless, Papyrus was relentless in his attempt to play the game properly. At long last he caught up with them to find that they collapsed into the snow, worn down and breathless.

“Wowie! That was a lot of fun, right?” he burst out eagerly, undeterred when they groaned at his presence. “Oh, don’t worry! The game’s on pause; I won’t try to eat you now!” With no further ado he scooted himself into their circle and crossed his legs nicely. A couple of them glared at him. They must be sore losers of the game.

“We didn’t really wanna play Humans and Monsters, Papyrus,” a rabbit monster by the name of Hedda told him flatly. “’Least ways, not with you.”

“Oh!” How was he supposed to respond to that? “I’m sorry. But thank you for playing anyway; it was fun! We can play something else now if you want! What do you like to do? Do you like puzzles?”

“No,” Hedda huffed, ears flattening in annoyance.

“I don’t think I have time for another game. My dad’s coming to get me soon,” a boy named Chiff sighed.

“You got lots of homework?” Capra, a teacher’s daughter, guessed sympathetically.

“Nope. Dinner’s been cold two times this week ’cause Dad’s late picking me up, so Mama’s mad at him about it. She wants him to come get me a whole half hour early!”

A half hour was an eternity of playtime stolen from him. Scandalized gasps of dismay went around the cluster at this dreadful news.

“That’s awful! Instead of taking you earlier, your dad should just walk you home faster. You should tell him that,” Capra advised firmly, backed up by noises of approval.

Papyrus, for his part, concurred with the others, though his brow was furrowed with curiosity. When something he didn’t know was brought up in conversation, he would often nod and smile anyway, happy to pretend he was in on the secret, but the question had been on his mind for some time.

“What is a dad?” he asked. He had heard them speak of their dads before, always referring to a specific adult in their lives, but he was never certain of what singled that one out as a “dad”. It was only now that he was in the right mood to ask and the others seemed in the right mood to answer him.

“Don’t be stupid!” Hedda snickered, shoving at him. “Everybody knows what a dad is! Don’t you have one?”

“Well, tell me what it is,” he urged, bouncing back upright just as hurriedly, “so I can know if I do or not! Why’s it so important to have? What is a dad?”

Hedda drew herself up confidently, as though an entire dissertation on the matter had already been prepared, only to falter as she gave it a second thought. Until now she had never needed to explain something she believed to be common knowledge. “A dad…Well, a dad’s someone older who’s in charge of you,” she announced at last, folding her arms authoritatively. “He makes up the rules.”

If that was the only condition, Papyrus had quite a number of dads! His teachers had pasted colorful “Class Rules” posters on the walls. The King made rules for the entire Underground and Sans had created plenty of annoying house rules: finish homework before playing, clean your whole plate, don’t try to build snowmen in the house, close the door after coming inside but don’t slam it. That had to count for something.

“That’s not all a dad does,” Chiff protested before Papyrus could comment on this.

“Oh, then you tell him what it does, if you’re so smart!”

“My dad takes me all sorts of places, like I said. And he shows me how to do stuff, like reading and numbers and magic and…lots of things! And he scolds me when I get in trouble.”

Gnawing pensively on one of his knuckles, Papyrus mulled over this information. Briefly he considered the river person, who had taken him and Sans in a boat on their special outings to Waterfall, but there wasn’t much else to say about them. They didn’t fit the rest of the criteria.

Because he had never met the King, he couldn’t be sure of his opinion on getting in trouble. At school he often heard of things that the King had said or done, but did that count as Asgore showing him things? Probably not, which meant that he was out of the running too.

Still, that hardly created a shortage. His teachers spent all day explaining sums and magic and Sans helped him read a picture book every evening. None of them were happy with him when he misbehaved; that he had learned the hard way, many times over. Sometimes he would walk from a teacher’s scolding with a note in his hand, right home to Sans’ reproach for making them scold him in the first place. Oftentimes it felt like they were ganging up on him.

He frowned. “Is that all they do?”

“Not just that! When you’re not being naughty, dads are really nice to you. They give extra big hugs; sometimes they’re so big, they take you right off the floor!” Capra asserted. “And they play games with you and cheer you up when you’re sad and take care of you when you’re sick or hurt. They buy you sweets and clothes and tuck you in at night and tell you that they love you very much.”

At that Papyrus perked up. The teachers played games with him and his classmates sometimes at recess and if he got scraped up they would take him to the school healer, but comfort, big hugs and tucking in? All of those things were Sans’ job.

Just a few weeks ago, when they were playing chase, Papyrus had slipped on an icy patch and smacked his head too hard. As soon as Sans reached him, he had gathered him up in a hug, patting his back and hushing him while he cried. Later that night, when the headache became truly awful, Sans perched on his bedside and pet his skull until he fell asleep. The next day, he had chocolate syrup in Papyrus’ oatmeal as a surprise treat.

“Nyeheheh! I do have a dad!” Papyrus exclaimed. “Sans is my dad!”

“Sans is your brother,” Hedda snorted. “Brothers can’t be dads.”

“Why not?” Chest puffing out in defense of his new conclusion—and Sans’ honor—Papyrus remained triumphant. “If those are all of the things only a dad does and Sans does them all, that means I’ve got a brother who’s cool enough to be both! Can your brothers do all that your dad does too?”

Hedda’s nose twitched. “Well—” Before she could muster an answer, an older monster calling interrupted the conversation. Chiff pushed himself upright.

“There he is,” he informed them before raising his voice. “Coming, Dad! I gotta go. Bye, Hedda. Bye, Capra. See you tomorrow, maybe.”

“I hope so!” Papyrus chirped. He was eager to play another game with him sometime, as thanks for being part of the group to offer him all of this newfound knowledge. Next time he could catch all three of them at once, he would have to ask what the difference was between a mom and a dad.

Once Chiff left, the girls rose to make their exit too. Papyrus trailed after them at a distance, hoping not to seem overeager or clingy for companionship, but he wasn’t too far to see when their parents came to fetch them. He couldn’t help but feel pleased on their behalf at the hugs and kisses they received.

It was curious, though, that Sans had never asked Papyrus to call him by the well-deserved title. Papyrus had only ever called him “brother” and Sans called him “bro” in response.

Oh, stars! Did Sans think Papyrus didn’t want to call him Dad? Was he hurt about it? Papyrus had learned quickly over his short lifetime that even when Sans was hurt, he would pretend he was fine for some stupid adult reason. Was he secretly disappointed that Papyrus only thought of him as a brother all this time?

How could he not have noticed? If no one had told him the secrets of dad-ness, how was Papyrus supposed to know? With this new wisdom, he couldn’t let that stand any longer. He had to set it all right!

“Hey, Pap!” Sans hailed as he waded through the snow, his grin weary but no less genuine. “Did you have fun?”

Lighting up, Papyrus whirled around to face him and, now ready to demonstrate his new regard for Sans’ feelings, charged and flung himself at him for a hug. “Dad!”

With his arms tight around his brother’s neck and his face tucked into his shoulder, he didn’t see the way Sans’ smile froze or the startled looks Hedda and Capra’s parents cast their way. As he gingerly returned the embrace, Sans forced an uncertain laugh.

“…Bro? You ready to go home?”

“Yes! Ooh, can we have oatmeal tonight? Can we? May we?”

Maybe Papyrus hadn’t realized what he said. Maybe it was a fleeting, random aberration, Sans decided, like calling a tutor “Mom” by mistake. Shouldn’t he have corrected himself already, though?

“I guess breakfast for dinner couldn’t hurt,” he answered, rolling with the changed subject. He wouldn’t comment.

“With chocolate syrup?”

“Heh, sure thing, buddy. We can’t miss oat on that!”

Papyrus groaned, shoving into his side in annoyance, though he didn’t resist when Sans promptly slung an arm around his shoulders to give him another affectionate squeeze.

That would have been the end of it, Sans thought, if it hadn’t been for Papyrus’ call at dinner:

“Dad, we’re almost out of milk!”

And after dinner:

“Dad, look at the puzzle I drew in school!”

And at bedtime:

“Da-a-ad! Dad!” he appealed to Sans down the hall, following it with a small, self-satisfied giggle as if he had just done something particularly clever. “I’m ready for my story and tucking in!”

Was this…some attempt at a joke? If so, Sans wasn’t sure of the punchline. Eye sockets narrowed in bewilderment, he slowly eased into his usual perch on the edge of the bed. Snuggled into his blankets, Papyrus beamed at him in anticipation as he picked up the book.

Sans opened it, read the first two lines aloud—and then promptly gave up. With a shake of his head, he propped the book face down against his leg. “Papyrus, what’s gotten into you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been talkin’ to me weird all night. Why aren’t you just using my name?”

Judging by the expression that came over Papyrus’ face, this was clearly not the reaction he was expecting or hoping for. Confidence faltering, he scrambled upright in bed, displacing the carefully arranged blankets. “I—No, but I am! That’s what I’m supposed to call you!”

“‘Dad’? Why would you think you gotta call me that?” Fingers subtly tightening on the book, he lowered his head. “Was someone teasing you for not having one?” That would be some well calculated cruelty.

“No, no, see, that’s just it, I do have one! I do ’cause I’ve got you!” Papyrus protested. “Hedda asked me if I didn’t have a dad so I asked her, ‘What’s a dad?’ and everyone said it’s a monster who teaches you things and scolds you for trouble and makes you happy when you’re not and takes good care of you, with lots of hugs and niceness! So I said I do too have a dad, and it’s my brother, so I can call you both, can’t I? ’Cause I thought you might be sad about me not calling you that, ’cause that’s what you are, so I thought I ought to call you that so it’ll make you happy!”

Blinking through this slew of information—rather impressively fit into one breath—Sans reeled back slightly, stammering. “Papyrus, I…I’m not your dad.”

“But you are,” he insisted. “I know you are. There are rules and everything and I checked them for you. You act just like a dad’s supposed to!”

“Okay, well—thank you, but acting like a dad isn’t the same as being a dad.” Sliding the book off to the side, Sans weighed his words. “Listen, Pap. I really love you; I love you with my whole soul.”

The doubt on Papyrus’ face was swept away with delight at the familiar words. He loved this guessing game. “More than ketchup?”

“More than that.”

“More than space books?”

“More than that too.” Twisting, he scratched his free hand gently over the crown of his brother’s skull. “More than gold—”

“And your trombone? And your best jacket?”

“And my slippers, and even more than sleeping—though I love those a whole lot too. But you had a dad once and it wasn’t me.” He smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eye sockets. “He was our dad, for us to share.”

Eyes round, Papyrus peeked past Sans’ outstretched hand. “But I don’t remember him.”

“I know. It was a long time ago…I don’t really remember much either, but I know someone was there in our lives back then. Who else would it be?”

“Oh.” Picking at a loose thread on his blanket, Papyrus considered. “Did he love me as much as you do?”

“Heh, I’m sure he did. Who wouldn’t love a cool guy like you?”

“So where is he then? Why doesn’t he live with us? The other dads live with Hedda and Chiff and Capra!”

Sans wavered, digging his toes into Papyrus’ worn carpet. How could he explain it in a way Pap would understand when most of his own ideas were fog, faint hopes and guesswork? His next word was more of a sigh. “Well…he probably thought it would be better for us to strike out on our own. Prove how strong and independent we can be without his help.”

“Oh! We’ve done that right, haven’t we? I’m super-duper cool and you take care of me just as good as a dad could!”

He was a sorry substitute, nothing more, but Sans was already aware that putting himself down in front of Papyrus would only upset him. He wouldn’t mention it. “Yeah. So all we would have to do to make Dad proud is keep going on the way we are now. We’re…doing alright without him, aren’t we?” The last thing he wanted was to create a new sense of loss for something that was little more than a whisper.

“We’re more than alright, Sans!” Papyrus reassured him, a balm on Sans’ soul as he reached to squeeze his hand. “We’re great! If he comes to visit someday, so he can know how good we’re doing, everybody in Snowdin will be able to tell him so! Wait and see!”

“We may be waiting a long time for that, Paps…years, probably.” His voice fell a shade softer. “Or forever. I dunno.”

“Well, we can still be great in the meantime! I can be patient and be happy at the same time, as long as you’re with me!”

“Heh…you really are the coolest.”

“I know! And whenever Dad comes, if he comes, he’ll see that.”

“Maybe. Maybe.”

#undertale #fanfiction #sans #sans undertale #papyrus #papyrus undertale #babybones #big brother sans #surrogate sans #sans raised papyrus #confusion #misunderstandings #explanations #fluff #brotherly love

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yastaghr · 5 years ago

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Our Skeleton 33

This is the Tell All pt. 3: Frisk Edition! Enjoy!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7563223/chapters/56304640

The sun shone down on the back of the house from where it was disappearing behind Mt. Ebott. It had reached that golden time of the afternoon that directly preceded sunset. It filled everywhere it touched with a honey-coloured light. It dyed the white bones of Papyrus, standing on the back porch while Toriel finished cooking dinner, an almost creamy hue. It did little to Frisk’s skin tone, since their heritage had given them an even richer honey-olive glow that couldn’t be tamed.

“SO, TO RECAP, I HAD HORRIBLE PARENTS WHO LITERALLY TIED ME TO A CHAIR BECAUSE I COULDN’T SIT STILL. I HONESTLY WOULDN’T BE SURPRISED IF MY DAD DID TRY TO KILL US. HE’S HIGHLY UNSTABLE AND VERY VINDICTIVE. MOM HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE SMART ONE, APART FROM THAT TIME SHE DROPPED SANS ON HIS HEAD. I HONESTLY HAVE NO IDEA HOW THEY COULD HAVE PRODUCED US. GRILLBY REALLY IS MORE OF A PARENT TO US THAN THEY EVER WERE. AND-”

Papyrus froze when he heard the sound. It was a familiar sound, in that he had heard it before, but it was unfamiliar in that he had never heard it here. To be honest, he had never thought he would hear it again. After all, the cause of that sound had sworn he wasn’t going to leave the Underground for anything. Yes, he had technically broken that promise when he’d come up to drop off Papyrus’ present, but that didn’t really count. Could he really be here again?

When the yellow petals poked their way out of the dirt, Papyrus smiled. Flowey was here! He had no idea why his friend had come, but it was nice to see him again. Well, sort of. Flowey was facing Frisk with his back to Papyrus, but still!

Papyrus opened his mouth to say hi, but it was Flowey who spoke. “Howdy, Frisk. Why the heck do you keep LOADing? You haven’t been this trigger happy since you were Underground! What’d you do, lose track of the smiley trashbag? I’m starting to get a headache!”

“FLOWEY, WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT CALLING MY BROTHER THAT? IT’S NOT NICE! I KNOW YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT.”

The flower froze. Then he slowly, ever so slowly, turned around to face Papyrus. He looked incredibly nervous. Frisk had slipped into their usual deadpan look. He was starting to dislike it as much as he did Sans’ fake smile. “Oh. Uh, hey Papyrus…? When did you get here?”

Papyrus frowned. “I WAS HERE BEFORE YOU WERE, FLOWEY, AND I HAVE SOME QUESTIONS ABOUT WHAT YOU JUST SAID. WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHEN YOU SAY FRISK IS LOADING? YOU DON’T SOUND LIKE YOU MEAN LOADING THE DISHWASHER, AND, ANYWAY, I HAVEN’T SEEN THEM DO THAT. SO, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?”

Flowey, very rudely, turned to Frisk instead of answering him. “Okay, Frisk, now would be a really good time to LOAD. You don’t want to know what happens if-”

Frisk interrupted him. Their face was still deadpan, but their eyes were determined. [No, Flowey. I’m going to tell him. He just shared his big secret with all of us. We should share this with him. And you should stay up here with us. There’s a big thing coming soon, and you can get to be mean to someone without getting told off. You like that, right?]

The flower sighed. “There’s no way I can convince you, is there? You’re going to tell him whether I agree or not. Fine then. Tell him for all I care, but I’m not… you’ll let me be mean to someone? Really? But you never let me be mean!”

Frisk grinned and Papyrus smiled. One, Frisk was emoting again, which was good. Two, Frisk was so clever to have used that trick on Flowey. And three, Flowey was going to stay! Yay!

[Yep! Papyrus and Sans get to join the Bad Parents Club, and you get to mess with their parents. They did lots of not-nice things, but every time one of my monster friends tries to confront them the dad kills them. But I know you’re clever enough not to get caught. You can do whatever you want to them as long as it isn’t permanent. Okay?] Frisk signed.

“Okay,” Flowey said reluctantly as Papyrus’ eyes bugged out. Frisk had just said that those were dreams! Were they more than that, or was his friend confusing them with reality?

Frisk noticed his reaction and smiled at him. [I’ll explain it in a minute, Papyrus. I just want to tell Flowey who he needs to annoy.] Then they turned to Flowey. [Their parents live in a big mansion in the snobby part of town. Their names are T.N. Roman and Coursiva Revenant.]

“I know them!” Flowey said with a creepy smile. “And I know what drives them nuts. Just leave this to me.”

With that, Flowey disappeared beneath the soil once again. Papyrus stared at the hole for a moment before moving his gaze to Frisk. “WELL, FRISK? WHAT IS THIS LOADING HE WAS SPEAKING OF?”

Frisk sighed and moved over to the bench on the edge of the deck. Papyrus followed them. [LOADing is… well, you know videogames?]

Papyrus nodded. “I DO, IN FACT, KNOW OF WHAT YOU SPEAK.”

[Well, imagine for a minute that this world is a video game. There would be certain Save Points that you could use to SAVE, right? And then there would be times where you died or messed up, so you’d LOAD back to the last time you SAVEd. Then, sometimes, if you messed up badly enough, you could RESET back to the very beginning of the game.]

“YES, I UNDERSTAND. WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH REAL LIFE?” Papyrus asked.

Frisk gulped. [Well… it is real life for me. I can do all of those things. I have done all of those things. Flowey knows because he used to be able to do those things before I came along, and he still remembers when I do them.]

At first, Papyrus didn’t really know what to think. This sounded so outlandish, so far fetched, that he couldn’t believe it was real. Then he thought back, remembering all the times Frisk had warned him about danger or steered him away from doing something. He remembered their face when that happened. He also remembered those times in the Underground when Flowey would predict things with pinpoint accuracy.

“O… KAY. THAT… SORT OF MAKES SENSE. YOU BOTH HAVE DONE THINGS THAT DIDN’T MAKE A WHOLE LOT OF SENSE. ARE YOU TWO THE ONLY ONES WHO REMEMBER?”

Frisk shook their head. [Sometimes everyone remembers a little bit from the last timeline. Do you remember the vision Toriel had of Sans being hurt? That was actually a memory from the other timeline. Sans got really badly hurt and ended up in the hospital. As in he broke a lot of bones and was probably going to die. I had to LOAD to save him.]

Papyrus gasped. “AND YOU WERE HANDLING THIS ALL BY YOURSELF?! FRISK, THAT’S WAY TOO MUCH FOR JUST ONE PERSON. IS THIS WHY YOU SOMETIMES GET SO DEPRESSED? BECAUSE YOU FEEL GUILTY THAT YOU HAD TO LOAD, AND BECAUSE YOU HAD TO CHANGE PEOPLE TO SAVE THEM?” Frisk’s wince told him that he was right on the money. “FRISK, IT’S OKAY TO FEEL LIKE THAT, BUT YOU NEED TO KNOW THIS ISN’T YOUR FAULT. TAKING ON THIS MUCH RESPONSIBILITY BY YOURSELF IS BOUND TO HURT. THINK OF IT LIKE A HEAVY BURDEN. IT’S REALLY HARD TO CARRY IT BY YOURSELF, BUT IF YOU HAVE LOTS OF PEOPLE TO HELP YOU CARRY IT, IT FEELS LESS HEAVY. DOES THAT MAKE SENSE?”

He held out his hands for a hug. Frisk dove into his arms and hugged him tightly. He could feel their tears leaking into his clothes, but he didn’t care. Frisk needed this right now.

When they eventually pulled back, they were smiling. They signed, [But now I have you! You can help me carry it better, right? I’ll just tell you and Flowey why I have to LOAD and you’ll help me fix it, right?]

Papyrus nodded. “I’LL HELP YOU, FRISK, BUT I THINK THAT YOU SHOULD TELL EVERYONE ELSE. THAT WAY WE CAN ALL HELP YOU! AND WE CAN HELP YOU PREVENT YOURSELF FROM HAVING TO RESET. THAT SOUNDS LIKE A THING WE SHOULD AVOID. WHERE DO YOU RESET TO, ANYWAY? HAVE YOU EVER HAD TO RESET BEFORE?”

Frisk nodded. [Just once. My RESET point is when I first fell down into the Underground. When I first fell down I was really scared. I thought you guys were going to hurt me because, well, everyone on the Surface tried to hurt me. So… I fought back in a lot of those battles. I… I killed some of you. I killed Toriel, Undyne, Mettaton, and Asgore. Oh, and Jerry. Then I made it up to the Surface and… nothing had changed. The humans still ignored me, refused to serve me, and actually beat me up, all because I was homeless.]

[Then one of them went too far and I died. Char... I had the option to go back. I remembered how nice you were. Not everyone at first, just you. I wanted to come back and live with you. When I came back I couldn’t help but notice how everyone was really nice. They had hopes and dreams and I really rooted for them. So I did everything I could to bring you to the Surface.]

[It seems to have worked so far… with a few bumps and bruises,] Frisk concluded, [but, hey! We made it this far, right?]

Papyrus smiled at them and gave them a thumbs up. “YES, THAT’S THE SPIRIT, HUMAN! WE CAN DO ANYTHING IF WE TRY! NOW, LETS GO TELL EVERYONE ELSE ABOUT THIS. UM… YOU MIGHT NOT WANT TO TELL UNDYNE THAT YOU KILLED HER. SHE MIGHT TAKE THAT AS A PERSONAL CHALLENGE.”

Frisk giggled. [I know. Flowey told me that he did that once and she creamed him.]

“AS IT SHOULD BE! UM… DID FLOWEY DO THIS KIND OF STUFF, TOO?” Papyrus asked. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear the answer, but he felt he needed to.

[He kinda did… and he kinda did a lot worse. You should ask him. But! Now he’s not like that anymore, and I have a plan to make him even better! Or I will. Soon. I hope. Anyway, let’s go tell everyone about this and eat some pie!]

#papyrus #frisk #flowey #undertale #our skeleton fanfic #yastaghr

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popatochisssp · 6 years ago

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Fur a Good Time, Call... 15/15

Series: Undertale, Horrortale Relationship(s): HT!Sans/Reader, HT!Papyrus & Reader, HT!Sans & HT!Papyrus, ensemble Chapter Warnings: none

You work at an animal shelter. You love all your fuzzy buddies and can’t imagine a better job for yourself than looking after cats and dogs all day, even when the work is hard and often gross. What can you say? You’ve got a lot of love to give!

You’re just not quite sure yet how you feel about the new monster who’s been helping out these days, and this riddle wrapped up in an enigma is something you just can’t resist investigating…

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Epilogue - Family

They say time flies when you’re having fun.

If that’s true, you must have been having a skeleton of fun, because the next few years feel like they’ve breezed right on by.

You finally pulled the trigger and moved yourself in with the brothers after a lot of encouragement and not-so-subtle hints.

You were right, it didn’t really change anything, except that now when you come home after a long day, you have your dog right there waiting for you and roughly eighty percent of the time, a delicious home-cooked meal from Papyrus instead of something you have to toss in the microwave or eat right out of a bag.

When you find a particularly rib-tickling meme in the middle of the night, you no longer have to text it to Sans to share it. All you have to do is give the big skeleton next to you in bed a little nudge, and you get to enjoy the wonderful sound of his sleepy chuckle in person instead of just an ‘lol’ on a screen.

It’s not a big difference, but it feels like an important one.

Nothing much has changed at the shelter either, excepting maybe your promotion to assistant manager.

When your boss had first pulled you into her office and offered you the change in position, your instinct had been to turn it down. You were just a worker, after all, and ‘assistant manager,’ well, that sounded important, not something you could do…

Except you’d started working on that a lot lately, recognizing your own self-deprecating thoughts as you were having them and shutting them down when you could.

Papyrus had been a huge help with that once he’d noticed it was something you struggled with, and he had actually let you in on some of the techniques he used to power through similar feelings.

The most helpful had probably been when he told you to, “Imagine Those Thoughts Are Coming From Somebody You Loathe With Every Fiber Of Your Being! That Way When They Tell You That You Can’t Do Something And You Do It Anyway Because You’re Super-Cool, It’s Like You’re Proving Them Wrong And Rubbing His Gross, Greasy Face In It, I’M AMAZING, JERRY, YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT AND YOU CAN’T HOLD ME BACK!”

You’d only asked once who the hell ‘Jerry’ was, in the middle of a Grillby’s date.

Every single monster in the vicinity, even Sans had just grimaced and looked away, pretending you hadn’t spoken and eagerly leaping onto a different subject.

You decided that maybe it was better you didn’t know.

In any case, with Papyrus’ advice in the back of your mind, you managed to accept your promotion with hesitant grace and to your pleasant surprise you were able to handle it just fine.

You already did so much at the shelter that the new job title barely added a handful of responsibilities that your workaholic self wasn’t already doing, and certainly nothing you weren’t capable of getting the hang of quickly. You make a little bit more money now and you have more control over your own hours than you ever did before, which is a very nice perk!

Actually taking time off for yourself…that’s admittedly still a work in progress, but you’re lucky: if there’s one thing your Sans is good at, it’s knowing when you need some self-care time and he’s always ready to con sweet-talk you into taking a break now and then.

You’re actually taking the day off right now, though not because of Sans.

Today is for Papyrus, because after years of study and hard work, your favorite skeleton has made it—finally about to become a boneafide nursing school graduate!

…Pap refused to speak to you for a solid three hours after you made that joke.

Sans, on the other hand, looked at you like he might legitimately cry over it.

His emotions had been pretty high lately, actually, what with his little bro’s big accomplishment and it seems like all the pride and joy in his soul the past few weeks has left him just a teensy bit of a walking disaster.

He can barely focus on anything else for the life of him, so this day off of yours was kind of a necessity. Sans is in absolutely no state to be remembering things like finding the camera, making sure it has memory, ordering the most gaudy and colorful bouquet you could possibly find, figuring out the itinerary…

You handle all of that for him so that all your scatterbrained bonefriend has had to do for the past two weeks was gush to literally anyone who stood still longer than a minute—friend, acquaintance, or complete stranger—about how his bro was graduating and isn’t he just the coolest?

With the way he’s been talking it up, you honestly wouldn’t be surprised if half the shelter staff showed up, plus the entirety of monsterkind.

You hope they all do come: your Papy deserves as much recognition he can get!

Sans shortcuts you onto the neatly manicured lawn of Papyrus’ campus, not far from the auditorium where the little ceremony is going to be held.

He’s practically vibrating with excitement and it’s so different from his usual chill persona that it makes you laugh.

“Are you actually gonna be able to sit still the whole time?” you ask with a grin.

“what?” Sans barely glances at you, smoothing his clothes down a little. He processes your question belatedly and when he’s done buffering, he huffs. “oh. pfft. i’m fine.”

He’s back in that tie/sweater-vest combo he wore on your first date—the only ‘nice’ clothing he owns, you think—after Papyrus begged him to please, please not embarrass him by wearing that ratty old hoodie of his.

You’re a little dressed up yourself and so is the dog between you, Buddy in a novelty bone-print bow-tie and a knock-off service animal vest that had been bought online at the last minute.

He hadn’t earned it with any kind of training. It was just a way to sneak him into the place and keep people from questioning his quadrupedal presence, thought up because if there was anybody who looked like they needed a support animal, it was Sans with the giant, debilitating-looking hole in his head.

You weren’t sure you were a hundred percent on board with the deception, but both of the brothers had outvoted you on this one: Buddy was family, too, and he should be there to see Pap graduate!

Sans had (mostly) eased your concerns by pointing out how well-behaved and unlikely to cause a scene your son was, and also by promising that you could leave to escort him out if there was any kind of trouble.

Buddy is so calm right now that you're actually starting to think there won’t be any trouble.

It’s only Sans you’re still worried about.

“Are you fine?” you have to wonder teasingly. “You know Pap’s not the only one graduating, right? We’re gonna have to sit through speeches and other graduates, real boring stuff.”

Sans rolls his eye-light at you. “duh. why do ya’ think i skipped my own graduation? ya’ think i’m gonna waste my whole day at a snoozefest? keep dreamin’.”

Your laugh turns to a soft, affectionate smile as he duly continues, “but this one’s for pap. i don’t mind doin’ it for him.”

What a sweetheart…

You pass him the camera, knowing he’s going to want to be the one to record everything, and with your lightened burden of only flowers and a dog leash, you start walking.

“C’mon,” you say, “we better get in before all the good seats are taken. Unless you want to try taking video from the nosebleeds?”

Sans looks mortally offended by the very notion and follows right after you with an indignant little, “how dare you,” that gets you snickering all over again.

In spite of your warnings about boredom, you’re pretty excited for this, too.

You get to be present for a huge moment in the life of somebody really important to you, with just about everybody else who’s important to you by your side.

It’s a momentous occasion and you can’t wait to see it.

Turns out getting in early was a good idea—the auditorium is quickly packed with people, mostly humans come to see loved ones graduate, but also monsters, and lots of them.

You remember learning from Sans that monsters are made of love and compassion and you see it now in spades as all the familiar faces pour in and take seats toward the back or choose to stand, perfectly willing to give priority to people who had actual family in the ceremony but still wanting to be here to show support for one of their own.

You wave hello to everyone you know from your seat and beside you, Sans just beams.

Another thing you were right about was the boring speeches.

There’s two separate addresses once everything gets underway, with the usual types of academic buzzwords liberally tossed about: hard work, dedication, responsibility, ambition…

Sans dozes off halfway through the first one and you just barely manage to snag the camera back from him before it falls out of his lax grip.

You decide to let him sleep, though, knowing it’s not going to get more interesting for awhile yet and what Papyrus doesn’t know won’t earn Sans a lecture.

For his sake, you hope his quiet snoring is too soft to be picked up by the recording. If it isn’t…

Well, that’ll at least be funny to find out when you play the video back later!

It’s not until they finally get to the heart of things, calling up the graduates for their photo-op walk across the stage, that you give Sans a gentle elbow to the ribs.

He snorts awake and gives an appropriately sheepish look to your teasingly raised eyebrow, but he also leans over to nuzzle your cheek as he takes back the camera with a grateful little, “thanks,” that melts your heart.

You spot Papyrus well before it’s his turn, standing off to the side in the line-up. He’s simply too tall and noticeably nonhuman to be missed, especially among his slightly younger and much smaller peers.

He’d done such a good job of being all cool and unaffected in the days leading up to this…but not anymore.

Even from here you can see Pap struggling not to cry a bit at the sight of just how many of your friends had come out to see him today.

Sans’ eye-sockets are starting to look suspiciously wet, too, and if it weren’t for that ‘Don’t Embarrass Me’ promise he’d made, you have a feeling he’d be on his feet bragging to everyone around you about how that’s his brother! Get a load of that skeleton! Ain’t he the coolest?

When it’s Papyrus’ turn to cross the stage and accept his window-dressing diploma, Sans is back to nearly vibrating and you clap as hard as you can on his behalf.

He surprises you, though—holding the camera steady in one hand, he puts the phalanges of the other between his teeth and defies every rule of acoustics and logic itself with a loud, impossible whistle that pierces the auditorium even through all the applause.

You smile when Pap’s skull swivels right over to where the two of you are sitting and he scowls at you in that unique, ‘I Cannot Believe You Right Now’ way of his.

But then he looks…surprised.

And then happy?

Happier, anyway.

You wonder why the change of heart, but they’re already calling the next name and he’s walking back off stage to let all the other grads have their turn in the spotlight, too.

Sans pauses filming and turns to you, grinning so wide you’re surprised his mandible is still attached.

“you know what this means, right?” he asks in an eager whisper.

No, but you think you can guess.

Still, you want to hear the punch-line, so you ask, “What?”

“Pap’s a nurse now—he gets to call the shots.”

“Pfft! Do not say that to him today!”

“why not?” Sans scoffs, feigning realization. “oh, you’re right, no job yet. he wouldn’t have the patients for my jokes.”

You press your hand over your mouth, trying to stifle your giggles.

“Shhhhhut up…!” you hiss.

He sighs. “guess ya’ don’t wanna hear the one about surgeries, huh? ah, suture self.”

Damn him.

Damn him, you are trying to be courteous to everyone still trying to pay attention to the ceremony, but judging by the amount of whispering and secretive glances in your direction you must not be doing a good job.

……Or so you think, until Sans goes very, very still beside you.

“Babe? …Are you okay?”

He doesn’t answer you, which is concerning.

Concerning enough that you frown and follow his gaze, just behind you to the very back of the auditorium where…

Oh.

Oh stars.

There’s another familiar face in the room today, but this one you’d only ever seen in pictures, maybe once in some distant footage aired in the news, right when monsters had surfaced.

You understand that surprised look on Papyrus’ face now, and the wide-eyed stares and whispers from the people sitting around you.

Even shadowed and silent, flanked by armed guards, Queen Undyne cuts an incredibly imposing figure in person.

Former queen, you suppose, but her very bearing could only be described as regal…or maybe military. She’d captained the Royal Guard once and you can see that now in her posture, parade rest if not for her hands cuffed in front of her instead of behind.

Her expression is stony and utterly unreadable to you, but there’s only one reason she could possibly be here, today, and he’s probably ecstatic backstage right now waiting to come greet his oldest friend.

And his brother is here next to you, hands starting to tremble as he stares blankly at the woman who broke his head and Papyrus’ teeth all in the same day.

“Oh, stars, Sans, are you…? Do…do you—”

You cut yourself off as Sans suddenly moves, taking the dog leash out of your hand. Buddy, lying obliviously at your feet, perks up a little in curiosity.

“gonna…take buddy out for awhile,” he says quietly. “back later.”

And with that, the seat beside you is empty, just you and the vibrant bouquet of flowers in your lap.

…Oh, boy.

The ceremony can’t end quickly enough.

It’s a struggle to remain politely seated through the rest of the proceedings and when it all wraps up and people start to get up and mill about, you can’t help but feel a little lost.

You can’t see the ex-queen anymore in the crowd, but you also can’t see Sans or Papyrus and you’re not sure which of them needs you more right now.

It’s a tough choice, but in the end you settle on Papyrus—as much as you love Sans, it’s Pap’s day and he needs to get these flowers and a ‘congratulations’ straight from your lips.

Plus it’s not like Sans is alone right now. He took your ‘service dog’ with him and Buddy is probably getting some on-the-job training about emotional support right about now.

They’ll be fine.

It takes some searching, but you do eventually find Papyrus…and you’re not the only one because Undyne is there, too, listening patiently to whatever Pap is talking about with such broad and animated gestures.

You stand there for a long, indecisive moment.

Should you…just go over there and…interrupt? Wait until they’re finished?

…At least one very cowardly part of you thinks Sans had the right idea just peacing out like he did.

Even this close, Undyne is beyond intimidating, as massive as Papyrus with none of the gentle friendliness to soften it and not even the orange prison jumpsuit she’s wearing can cover all of her sharpest features—spines, scales, teeth, all razor-sharp and terrifying.

(You wonder if the officers escorting her here today would stand any kind of chance if she decided to escape custody, even with their side-arms.)

Ultimately, the choice of what to do is taken out of your hands.

Papyrus spots you and calls your name, eagerly waving you over, and well…

Here goes nothing.

You walk over with your best winning smile, presenting your bouquet to the new grad.

“Happy graduation, Pap!” you say brightly, feeling one yellow eye burning through you. “We’re so proud!”

Papyrus takes the flowers with a crinkle of the plastic around them, looking like he’s ready to start sparkling any moment now. “Thank You! Wowie, I’ve Never Seen Glitter On Roses Before!”

“Sans’ idea,” you admit.

“Oh!” Papyrus frowns, seeming to notice his brother’s absence. “Oh, Is He…Did He…?”

Need to go get some air because Undyne was here and he hasn’t forgiven her, but he also wanted to let Papyrus have a moment with his friend on his big day?

Probably.

But what you say is, “He went to take Buddy outside. He said he’d be back, though!”

You trust the sharp and clever Papyrus to be able to read through the lines, and by the relieved and undeniably fond smile on his face you’re pretty sure he understood.

The amused-sounding snort from Undyne suggests he’s not the only one.

Papyrus perks up at the sound, suddenly tugging you closer. “Stars, I Almost Forgot! Human, This Is My Friend, Undyne! Undyne, This Is Sans’ Human, I’ve Told You About Them Before!”

You crane your neck, meeting the fish-monster’s piercing gaze for the first time. She certainly doesn’t look very impressed with you, making no move to offer you a hand to shake or even speak.

Considering her history with humans…you’re not surprised.

Still, Pap is watching you expectantly, so you smile and introduce yourself, saying, “It’s nice to meet you!”

Is it, though…?

Maybe. Maybe not.

You know this person by reputation only, and the brothers’ opinions on her are from two opposite ends of a spectrum. You don’t know her for yourself and all you have to judge her on is her actions.

You know what she did to Sans and Papyrus. You don’t like that at all.

But the sight of her standing here in flimsy handcuffs that she could probably break just by flexing a little too hard…it reminds you that she chose to wear them so that Sans wouldn’t have to.

And the fact that she’s here is a whole other layer. How hard must it have been to finagle something like this? You can’t imagine how frustrating and redundant the maze of human politics and legal proceedings must’ve been, even for someone with literally royal clout, trying to arrange leave from prison to be here today, just to be able to see Papyrus graduate.

Undyne did it anyway.

She must really care about Papyrus and as someone with that same level of investment…

Well, that has to earn her back a few brownie points with you.

You can at least be polite.

“So…you’re the punk Papyrus won’t shut up about, huh?” Undyne sneers down at you.

…You can try to be polite.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s me!” you say easily, sparing a glance up at the skeleton in question. “Unless Pap’s been talking up some other humans I don’t know about, I guess.”

Papyrus gasps as if greatly offended. “I Would Never!” he exclaims. “You’re The Best Human!”

You laugh. “‘The best’? Really? I’m the best one?”

“Of Course You Are!” Papyrus says, as if it ought to be obvious. He bends down a little to more easily hug you, explaining, “You’re Our Human. That Makes You The Best!”

Oh…oh, jeez, Papyrus…!

You hug him back.

“Is that true?” You turn to find Undyne watching the two of you, her eye narrowed. “They’re your human, too, Papyrus?”

Papyrus doesn’t hesitate to answer with a firm ‘yes.’

Undyne huffs, making a face.

“Man,” she grumbles, before turning to you with a stern expression. “Hey, human—you know you have to be good to these skeletons, don’t you?”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Uh… I—”

“‘Cause they’re real important!”

“…Well…yeah, they—”

“It looks like you’re doing okay so far,” she says, which sounds almost like a concession, “even…even…but! You better keep it up, alright?! Queen’s orders!”

“You’re Not The Queen Anymore, Undyne,” Papyrus tries to cut in, but she just glares at him.

“Cherish these skeletons, human!” she demands of you, making it sound like a proclamation. “Cherish them!”

“……”

You…

You kinda want to laugh.

Undyne is definitely intense…but she’s hardly the cold and solemn monarch the human media’s made her out to be. Having her here in front of you, trying to intimidate you into taking care of Sans and Papyrus…

You think maybe you understand why she and Pap used to be friends.

Are friends, that’s…that’s pretty clear.

When you smile at her instead of cowering, she scowls, which really just makes you grin wider.

“I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem,” you assure her. “These guys are…they’re basically my family at this point.”

You give Papyrus a little side-squeeze and feel your expression softening at just the thought of Sans, still off somewhere settling his nonexistent nerves.

“Don’t worry,” you say, as firmly certain as your entire soul is on the sentiment. “I’m gonna cherish the hell out of these skeletons, no matter what!”

The way Undyne is looking at you now…you’d almost call it impressed.

You could probably stop there and call this a confrontation well-handled, but…

You’re not sure you’ll ever have an opportunity to talk to her again.

You might as well say everything you need to say right now.

“And hey…when Pap comes to visit you, actually see him. I don’t like hearing about the times he wasted a trip, okay?”

In your peripheral vision, you see Papyrus’ cheekbones going blue and he whines your name a little plaintively, but you hold eye-contact with Undyne.

It feels like the right thing to do.

Undyne seems surprised.

And then slowly…she starts to laugh.

“Fuhuhuhuhuhu! Okay…okay, yeah!” She grins at Papyrus, a shark-smile if you’ve ever seen one. “I guess you were right, Papyrus. They’re not a total wimp…for a human!”

You wonder if that’s her way of saying you’ve earned some brownie points with her, too.

One of the humans standing quietly beside Undyne suddenly speaks up. “Ms. Undyne? It’s time.”

She sighs, rolling her visible eye. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever…”

“It Was Good To See You Again, Undyne,” Papyrus chimes in. His smile is wide and after all these years, finally free of the corrective braces.

It brings a very nostalgic look to the former queen’s face.

“You, too, Papyrus. Congrats on doing something cool with your life. Come…come see me again soon, okay?”

“Of Course!”

“And human…” She smirks at you. “Just keep cherishing…or else!”

You give her a cheeky thumbs up and a wink that makes you feel an awful lot like you’re channeling Sans for a second. “You got it!”

That gets you a nod of approval, and in short order, Undyne is led away.

“……I Think She Likes You!” Papyrus decides after a long moment.

You snort. “Is that what that was?”

Whatever Pap says in response, you don’t hear it.

With Undyne’s departure, it’s apparently the perfect time for Papyrus to get swarmed by a whole gaggle of excited and curious people.

Some are monsters, wanting to offering congratulations and ask after the old queen, but a lot are human—fellow graduates from Pap’s class, you realize—impressed that Papyrus was apparently important enough that Undyne herself came to their graduation.

In all the bustle, you end up…kinda trapped, squished up against Papyrus’ legs.

Until he effortlessly scoops you up and sets you down just outside the circle of admirers with a patronizing little pat on the head.

“My Adoring Public Needs Me,” he proclaims grandly, to several fond laughs around him. “You Go Find Sans, I’ll Catch Up With You Later. We Still Have Those Dinner Reservations, I Haven’t Forgotten!”

You almost did, but you accept your mission with a playful salute, already looking forward to the fancy new Italian place you were going out to celebrate at later tonight.

Provided, of course, you can actually find your boyfriend somewhere around here.

Papyrus’ voice stops you again before you get too far, though.

“Oh, And Another Thing I Haven’t Forgotten! I Was Promised A Very Specific Graduation Present!” Oh…that was news to you. “When You Find Him, Tell Him To Quit Being A Snail And Make It Happen, Already!”

You chuckle but say, “Sure thing, Pap!” on your way out.

You hope Sans jotted himself a reminder for this mystery present somewhere or you weren’t gonna be much help to him.

You’ll just have to ask him yourself and you don’t think he’ll be very difficult to find.

After all, he wouldn’t go too far on Pap’s big day, and by now the sun’s been down for awhile.

You can’t think of anywhere else Sans would rather be right now, when he wanted to clear his head, than out under the stars.

You don’t miss your guess.

Of course you don’t: after the years you’ve been with him, you know your funnybones.

Sans is sitting there outside in the grass, stroking Buddy’s head in his lap and staring straight up at the night sky.

He looks alright, which makes the ugly knot of compartmentalized concern unravel in your chest. You’re glad tonight’s surprise guest hadn’t shaken him up too badly and you approach him with a smile.

“Hey there, sugar-skull.”

Sans looks up at you and your heart skips a beat. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of seeing the love in that big, red eye-light of his when he looks at you, or the way it makes you feel warm inside like nothing else ever has.

“Mind if I join you?”

“thought you’d never grassk.”

That startles a laugh out of you.

“Is that a new one?” you wonder, getting down to join him. “I don’t think I’ve heard it before.”

Sans shrugs, but you see him smiling. He loves being able to pull a new pun on you. It’s happening less and less these days, the more you’re together and the more jokes you hear from him, but you never fail to laugh at even the old ones you’ve heard a dozen times before.

Funny’s funny, a joke’s a joke, and from probably your favorite person in the world, the humor never feels stale.

“undyne give ya’ a hard time?”

You shrug right back. “Nothing I couldn’t handle. …Pap thinks she likes me.”

Sans huffs, but he slings his arm around you, pulling you right up against his ribs.

“‘course she does.” His skull settles on top of your head. “you’re the best.”

Sweethearts. You’re surrounded by sweethearts.

You don’t think you’d trade a single one of them for the world.

You spend awhile out there, just cuddling out under the stars.

You point out a constellation or two that you can see, even with the urban light pollution. Sans manages to find his favorite, Scorpius, and you spot…one of? the dippers, and it’s not until you’re arguing about how he can possibly tell, without a telescope, how that particular speck of light could be Cassiopeia A that you remember.

“Oh, wait, shit, I was supposed to remind you!”

“hey, you don’t gotta make up excuses, babe. you can just admit you’re wrong, y’know i ain’t gonna make fun of you for that.”

You smack him lightly on the sternum and he snickers at your ineffective bat. “No, seriously. Papyrus wanted me to tell you something.”

“sure, i completely believe you. what’s the message from ‘Papyrus’?”

You shoot him the fiercest side-eye you can manage. “Pap says he hasn’t forgotten about his graduation present and for you to stop being a snail.”

Whatever response you were expecting, the way Sans stiffens against your side really isn’t it.

“……shit. right. yeah. that.”

“Did you forget?” you wonder, trying to hide your amusement.

“mmm, little bit.”

“I mean…you can teleport. If you need to go get it…”

Sans fidgets a little. “nah, it’s not…i already have the……have for awhile, i just haven’t…gotten around to………”

You make a noise of surprise when Sans stands up, pulling you with him. He looks awfully nervous all of a sudden, even more nervous than when Undyne had shown up.

“Oh jeez, Sans,” you murmur gently. “Relax, I’m sure Pap’ll love it!”

It doesn’t stop the sweat from beading along his skull. “that, uh…that’s the thing, it…it’s not……for Pap, actually. it’s……it’s for you.”

You frown, confused. “Pap’s present…is a present for me?”

“eheheheheh…nah, the…it’s for you, Pap’s part of it is……uh. i ‘stop bein’ a bitch about it.’ direct quote.”

Snrk… Oh, Papyrus…

“Okay. Weird, but okay. So…what is it?”

“………um. so.” Sans looks like if he had a lip, he’d be biting it right about now. “i…found a really cool rock…that i wanted to give ya’…”

Oh!

Sans had great taste in rocks, you couldn’t wait to see it.

“‘cept i…wasn’t really sure when the right…time…was…?” He chuckles a little, his eye-light darting everywhere but you. “human……customs, or, whatever. but…but Pap says i already been draggin’ my feet too long, so, uhh…”

Sans reaches into the pocket of his nice slacks and presents you with…

Oh, a crystal!

And by far, the most beautiful one you’ve ever seen: it’s a gorgeous cyan blue and glowing, actually radiating light in the darkness.

The urge to reach out and touch it is powerful and you just stare at it for a moment completely awed.

But then Sans starts talking.

“i…i got it from, uh…from waterfall. the ceiling. took a little doing, but it…it seemed right. we…monsters, we used to wish on these, y’know? did…did i tell you that?”

“Not in so many words,” you say, but you don’t need words for memories conveyed directly through the soul.

You have a clear picture in your mind of the place he’s talking about, and what it meant to monsters when they were trapped.

“well…we wished on ‘em…like how humans do with stars, for stuff we wanted…things……things we never thought we’d get to have…ever.” Sans goes a little glowy in the cheekbones himself. “stuff that was too important to give up on, no matter…how impossible it was.”

He’s still not looking at you and you have no idea where he’s going with this, but when there’s a long pause, you prompt him to continue.

“Sans…?”

He shakes his skull, like he’s trying to clear an etch-a-sketch, and seems to start again.

“i saw a documentary about…one of the animals ya’ got up here. the little…” He struggles with the name and tries, “tuxedo birds,” and you nod encouragingly that you understand.

Though you can’t for the life of you figure out why he wants to talk about penguins right now.

“it, uh…it said they…when they really want to…be with somebody, what they do is…they, they find a rock and give it to ‘em and that’s how they find their mates.” Sans laughs a little, still with that persistent edge of nervousness. “i dunno, i thought it was pretty cute. monsters don’t…we don’t have nothin’ like that, but i guess…i guess humans do?”

Sans freezes suddenly, like something’s just occurred to him.

“shit,” he mutters. “i’m supposed to be on one knee for this, right? does it matter which knee, or…?”

………

Holy shit.

“Sans, are you…are you proposing…?”

He winces at the question, a rueful expression on his skull.

“jeez……guess i’m doin’ a pretty shit job of it if ya’ gotta ask.”

If your heart skipped a beat before, you actually think it stops this time, just for a second.

Sans is proposing.

He wants to marry you.

He wants you to be a part of his life, always.

“Yes.”

Sans blinks at you, looking startled.

You’re not sure if he actually processed the thing you said or what it meant, so you say it again, as emphatically as you can.

“Yes, Sans, I want to marry you!”

He stares at you just a little bit longer…but you know your answer got through this time.

That traitorous eye-light of his can’t lie, and it’s heart-shaped and adorable.

“heheheheheh…hahahahahaha!”

You laugh, too, as you’re suddenly scooped up off the ground, literally swept right off your feet into his arms as Sans holds you up against him, fervently nuzzling at your face.

You nuzzle back, grinning so widely it actually hurts and pressing smooches against him everywhere you can reach.

Below you, Buddy has taken to darting around and barking, excited by the sudden movements his people are making. You know he has no idea what’s going on, but you’re excited, so??? He’s excited too??? Yes?!?!

Stars, you love your stupid dog-son.

You love your goofy skeleton fiancé.

You see several sudden camera flashes and hear a triumphant, “NYEH-HEH-HEH, FINALLY! YES!” off from the side, and you love your meddling, soon-to-be brother-in-law, too!

It might not be the biggest family, but it’s yours and honestly…?

Your life feels as full as it’s ever been.

You gasp as something utterly delightful occurs to you and you brace your hands against Sans’ shoulders, pulling away just enough to look him in the eye-socket.

“Sans,” you say urgently, “Sans!”

“what?” he asks, frowning a little at your tone. His eye-light pops back to its normal round shape, but if you have your way, that won’t last long.

“Do you know what this means?”

Sans can see you starting to grin, the kind of grin that goes hand-in-hand with his most favorite thing in the world, and his concern falls away.

He spares an insufferably smug smirk over at his poor, unsuspecting brother before turning back to you, as eager as you’ve ever seen him.

“what, baby? what does it mean?”

“When we get married… do you know what that’s gonna make you?”

Sans knows it’s going to be good. He’s practically vibrating again as he asks, “what’s it make me?”

“Sans……you’re gonna be my husbone.”

Papyrus shrieks in dismay, even as Sans’ eye-light blips right back into a heart-shape and he completely loses his mind, hugging you even tighter against him and laughing until delighted tears streak down his skull.

“HUMAN! Stop Ruining This Beautiful Moment For Me!” Papyrus demands, his hands on his hips.

“keep…keep enhancing this beautiful moment for me,” Sans wheezes, nuzzling at your cheek.

Buddy just keeps scurrying around Sans’ feet, jumping up and trying to be part of the action, too.

Pap corrals him for you and comes on in to join your little hug-fest with a hilariously irritated look on his face, saying that you two had better not start this up again at your celebratory graduation-slash-engagement dinner or he'll be very displeased, disowning you both!

This…

This is a very good family to be a part of.

You couldn’t be happier.

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#fur a good time call #undertale #sans #papyrus #sans/reader #fanfiction #horrortale #ht!sans #ht!papyrus #myfic

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sometimes-undertale · 6 years ago

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Out of a scale of 1-10, how badass is MK

well let’s see...in the new timeline that is prisontale, he became a cop as a way of following in Undyne’s example, using his authority to actually help inmates out. he ended up helping a chara through her problems, to the point where they developed feelings for each other, but kinda didn’t realize it.

Then a riot happened, and Chara became the captive of a gaster who was using her as a tool to cause chaos. MK wasn’t gonna stand for that, and traded gaster his magic-the purple stuff- for another inmate gaster was using, and then his soul for chara, freeing them both. Gaster’s like “lmao ok cool” but as soon as chara was safe, MK went into an all out fight against gaster to try and get the upperhand. he lost bigtime, and drifted in the void for a bit. but he soon returned with a bit of amnesia due to the corruption of the void. however, rediscovering his love for chara, who was determined to help him regain his memories, helped him a lot, until finally they got their first kiss, and FOOM MK got back all his memories in one shot as well as unlocking the magic actually contained in his own soul.but gaster still technically OWNED MK’s soul, so started using MK as a puppet. extreme anger was the first trigger, and during that anger, MK absolutely tore apart another inmate. some kinda grillby. I actually drew a pic of that.

it’s supposed to be hard to see due to static interference.from there MK was stripped of his badge and made an inmate, because no one really understood what happened, only that an officer killed an inmate. his magic was blocked just like all other inmates, which sucked cuz he didn’t have the new powers for very long.then he had another episode out in the yard, which turned into a big brawl between his chara and her gaster, as well as like 4 other people. the very same undyne he looked up to(who is an inmate for minor charges like underground fighting) tried to stop him, and he nearly killed her. I drew that too.

she’s fine though, her girlfriend healed her up.

After that MK was kinda put on watch, as he was becoming more and more of a risk. Things seemed fine for a while until he and his girlfriend chara tried to have an intimate moment in private, when gaster kinda took over and LETS JUST SAY that was traumatic. The warden-an asgore, whom I also rp as- finally found out the whole situation and had MK thrown into solitary so he can’t hurt anyone again. and from there he’s slowly but surely losing control. the possession episodes are becoming more frequent, and he can hardly go a few hours without turning into a beast that is desperately trying to claw his way out of the cell. luckily the cell is too strong, so he’s well contained.

despite everything that has happened though, MK is still fighting.so on a scale of 1-10, MK is probably more of a 12.

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itsladykit · 6 years ago

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How about a challenge? Break down of sans. Any sans from the main 4 AUs.

I don’t mind answering for the Sans-es. But I’m warning you that this will be disappointing.

Let’s go with classic. Under the cut because my disinterest in Sans could be a salt-trigger for some people.

How I feel:

I wish I liked him? He’s just…not interesting to me. His canon identity is more interesting, but a lot of the fanon stuff has really made me averse to him in general. Mostly because I dislike the way his relationship with Pap is portrayed.

I’ll confess to some Sans salt? I try to keep it off my blog, but it flares up on occasion.

Who I ship:

Edge? Otherwise I’m just not interest enough in him.

BroTP:

I don’t really have one for him. His brother, maybe. Grillby? I don’t know.

Unpopular opinion:

He’s not a badass. His fight in the Judgement Hall is an exception, not the rule. It’s a last, desperate, flailing attempt to make up for doing jack-all before. It’s only effective because Frisk’s HP isn’t actually all that high compared to a monster’s, and they have LV.

He doesn’t have a crystal-clear memory of all the RESETS that came before. He maybe has bits and pieces, but nothing clear. Hints. Not the full picture.

I have a lot of unpopular opinions about Sans, but those are the two big ones.

Ideas I want to explore:

None! He’s just not interesting to me. Sorry. Besides, I’m pretty sure any ideas I’d have for him have already been very, very thoroughly explored.

#sans #salt #not a lot #but it’s there #character asks

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forgivemeimmafloof · 7 years ago

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Hello Mun!^^ I just saw your post about how Papyrus helps Ht!Sans get over anxiety. The poor sweatheart ;^; So I wanted to ask you : How do you and HS!Sans help him relax when Papyrus isn't around?

Hey nimiirien! I am actually working on your other question right now about how HT and I met! Sorry It’s taking so long, it should be out soon though and to make up for my lateness, here’s your answer!

I am not uniquely trained the way Papyrus is when it comes to handling Sans’ PTSD; but I myself have experienced and helped people through numerous anxiety attacks.

- First thing I do is try to distract him. I don’t attempt to touch him because when he’s going through an anxiety attack or a flashback he definitely forgets how strong he is. Him holding you when he’s struggling with control HURTS, trust me, I’ve had the bruises at one time to prove it. The pain isn’t even that big of a deal to me, but he feels guilty afterwards and it makes him more likely to clam up and stress out.

- I play a little game with him. I tell him to start naming off obvious things in the room, like the carpet is soft, or the microwave is beeping, it smells like grillby’s - stuff like that. It grounds him and calms him down all at once.

- The minute he’s recovered enough to not need coercing to ‘breathe’, I text his brother about it so that Papyrus can either call or come see Sans.

- I do not attempt to talk about what might’ve triggered him - this is because he has made it plainly clear in the past that although he trusts me; he doesn’t want me to know all of what he’s done. He still needs a lot of time before he can talk to someone other than his brother about that stuff.

- I get him something to eat and drink, because usually after an anxiety attack he’s feels exhausted and starving.

- I put on either a background movie or play some music (Anything that he’s adjusted and comfortable with, things that make him feel safe)

- Then and only after he’s been calmed down - do I attempt to hug him or provide comfort in a physical manner. We usually cuddle up on the couch until eventually both of us sleeping. At some point we both wake up, either because someone wants to notify us we’re hogging the couch or because one us woke up and discovered we were trapped (He’ is a cuddler and he will not let go unless you wake him up… And uh… My hair gets caught in everything).

- Usually if he doesn’t want to be touched, he’ll want to go to his room and be by himself. However sometimes he’ll just want to sit in the same room as someone, so about that time I get us our sketchpads and we draw in relative comfortable silence.

So there ya go, thats how I usually help to relax him! Thank you for the ask and thank you for being patient with the other ask!! ;w;

(I almost forgot, here’s some friendly coping hugs that happened yearrrrrs in the past. He still pretty much despised me when this went down)

#skelemaam #Q&AY #headcanons #coping #helping to cope #undertale #ptsd #ht!sans #horrortale sans #horrortale #sans #self insert

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dreams-of-headcanons · 7 years ago

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Hallo!! I love your stuff and, since your ask box was open, I thought I'd finally get over my own nerves and send something in! So... how would the US skelebros and the UF skelebros react to their S/O actually being kidnapped? I though it might be a good angsty-fluff combo :3 Thanks in adavance! I really do love your work :D

Hello ( ´ ∀ ` )ﾉ I’m glad you enjoy my content! I’m sorry it took me so long to get to yours. and to everyone else’s I haven’t got to yet (>_

Trigger Warning: violence, mentions of sex trade, torture

Disclaimer: s/o comes out unharmed in all scenarios

Underswap

Blueberry

Berry is worried sick. He found out in one of the worse ways possible. He had just come home from training with Scales(Us Alphys). He had even picked up a bouquet of your favorite flowers. No special occasion. He just saw a flower shop on his way home and decided to get some for you. When he went to stick his key in the door of your shared apartment the door was ajar. His soul dropped instantly but he tried to remain optimistic, hoping you had only left it like that by accident. But that’s not like you at all. Maybe you heard him coming and left it like that on purpose? His fears are confirmed when he steps inside and finds things knocked over, clearly showing a struggle. He lies the flowers down on the table and calls the police immediately. They take his statement and any evidence and leave. Once Berry is left alone he’s in shock and disbelief. Who did this? Why? Why you? You didn’t even have any enemies and neither did he. Not that he knows of at least. The police check in with him in a few days but haven’t had any luck. Berry has been tending the bouquet of flowers, hoping you’ll be found before they die and trying to keep his own hope alive. It doesn’t take long before his patience snaps. He’s trying to let the police do their job and not interfere but he doesn’t feel like they’re trying very hard. He’s mad at himself for not starting his own investigation sooner. As soon as Scales finds out she, Angelfish(Us Undyne), and Stretch all become a part of his team. Berry loves you and if he loves you that means these three see you like family, even if you and Berry aren’t married yet. Scales goes on the aggressive and starts interrogating any suspicious characters. Berry goes with her and they pretty much play good cop bad cop. Angelfish and Stretch provide tech support. Angel gives wires to Scales and Berry so they can record their interrogations. The rest of her and Stretch’s time is spent hacking into security cameras around town until they finally find something. They can’t make out faces because it was night in this particular tape but she KNOWS the person being thrown into the back of a car is you. The recording happened near your apartment complex and she can see an item/piece of clothes that she recognizes. She calls Berry immediately and gets a license plate number. She suggests telling the police about it but he refuses. He doesn’t want to rely on them anymore and reminds her that they could find out about her hacking. She could get in trouble whether her soul was in the right place or not. Stretch teleports Berry and Scales as close to the location as possible. The two can hardly contain themselves as they sneak in and they both feel sick to their stomachs when they realize that the place trades sex slaves. Berry immediately loses any control he had and pins the nearest guards to the wall with blue bones and demands to know which room you’re being kept in. He and Scales leave them hanging, not caring if they bleed out. When he finds you he’s clinging to you and practically sobbing with relief, especially when you assure him no one had touched you yet. They make an anonymous call to the police about the sex slave ring and after the whole incident is over Berry moves you and himself to a safer place and starts putting traps up around the house and calling in at random to check on you while he’s gone. Expect a trip to an adoption shelter on your next Birthday.

Stretch

He was on a date with you when it happened. You were walking hand in skeletal hand when someone leapt out and snatched you away from him. He tried to go after them but someone else knocked him out with a blunt object to the back of his skull. It wasn’t a very populated area but there were a couple of nearby witnesses that called 911 and gave what information they could while medics made sure Stretch was okay. He was admitted to the hospital for the night and Berry came to make sure he was okay. But that night, as much as Stretch likes to nap, he couldn’t sleep. Not a wink. Not while he knows you’re in danger. Who were those people? Why did they do this? Was this some sort of punishment? As soon as he was let out the next day he wasted no time. He didn’t check in with the police. Screw relying on them. He goes straight to Angelfish and asks her to check the security cameras in the vicinity of where it happened. The two of them sit down together and he refuses to eat until they’ve got something. It happens faster than he expected before they’ve got pictures and tape of you being dragged away. Angel enhances the pictures as best as she can and he recognizes one of the offenders as your jealous ex and he knows where they live. Before Angel has a chance to stop him he’s gone. He pops up right behind your ex in their house and scares the living hell out of them right before they’re pinned to the wall with bones. Stretch’s hood is up and the shade it provides along with his blazing orange eye light gives him a menacing aura. He forces what information he wants out of them and leaves them with a bone chilling threat that he won’t be so lenient if they ever mess with you again. He knocks them out and leaves them as he goes and rescues you from their basement. The Sick Psycho. He takes you home, puts on some of your favorite shows/movies, and doesn’t leave your side for the rest of the night, comforting you any way he can. From now on he keeps his guard up almost to a level that makes him seem like he’s from a Fell universe.

Underfell

Red

He knew something like this might happen eventually. He just doesn’t know how they managed to get past his defenses so easily. A lot of monsters and humans don’t like him but most of them are too dumb. He either pissed off the wrong person, they had help, or it was pure dumb luck. He found out when he got a taunting phone call asking for a ransom. He could hear you sassing one of your captors in the background and calling his name when you realized they had him on the phone. The smart ones always want some sort of revenge over money so he’s pretty sure it was dumb luck by now. He’s also kind of relieved. It’s still bad that you’ve been kidnapped but he’s glad you’re not a target for revenge. Because that means you’ll come out of the ordeal mostly unscathed. However, the ransom they demanded before hanging up on him isn’t something he can afford and he’s too impatient to waste time collecting it, so he goes to Blaze(Uf Grillby). Now Blaze normally charges a pretty hefty price for his aid but Red is a patron and close friend, so he already gets a discount to begin with and when he tells Blaze that you’ve been snatched he cuts the price in half. Blaze gives him a suitcase filled with convincing fake bills. An person/monster with average intelligence will take about 1-2 minutes to figure it out but these dumb sounding bastards will probably take 5+ minutes or never realize it at all. Either way Red hands it over and you’re shoved into his arms as the two jackasses that snatched you excitedly play with the fake money. Red just stands back, with you behind him, watching them. It’s pretty amusing and he’s trying to contain his laughter. He almost feels bad for them. Almost. He’s so amused by their moronic behavior that he teleports you home and comes back. By now they’ve discovered that the money is fake and as soon as they notice him he’s greeted with anger. He dodges them easily while taunting them with his guffaws and when he’s had his fill of fun he goes back to being serious. And with you safe at home he can finally show some of his pent up anger. How dare these pieces of shit touch you. He doesn’t feel like he’s worthy of having such great s/o as you sometimes. You’re such an awesome person and these two twits definitely aren’t even worthy enough to even breathe the same air as you. Before the two know it they’ve been impaled and suspended by their limbs with bone attacks. Red cusses them out and tortures them by stabbing non vital parts of their bodies and twisting the bones until they’re begging for forgiveness or death. When he’s finally satisfied he lets them down and leaves, not caring if they bleed out or not (bit of a yandere streak there, Red). He hopes you won’t mind the little bit of blood splatter. Because as soon as he gets inside the house he’s throwing his coat off and smothering you with love.

Edge

Oh boy. Oooooooh BOY. Somebody done fucked up. Somebody is also a top tier moron. Edge came home from training with Stingray(Uf Undyne) and found his little shared home with you looking like a hurricane had passed through. At first he’s mildly irritated, thinking maybe you had just been fooling around or that his brother had done it. He’s pisssssed when he finds a very obviously placed ransom note. They attempted to make it anonymous but he knows who the dumbasses are. The Underfell dog guard. Even though everyone is on the surface now they’ve always held a grudge against him because they wanted higher positions in the guard before it was disbanded. They were jealous of him and never got along with him. How DARE those WORTHLESS mutts touch THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS’ datemate!? He doesn’t even finish reading the note before shredding it to pieces and storming out of the house. If they think they can get away with this they are VERY wrong. He’s not gonna bring what they want no matter what it was and he knows all their most frequented locations. He goes into stealth mode until he’s found you. He’s seething when he reveals himself and they’re surprised at his arrival because they hadn’t told him where they were yet. They were expecting him to call the number they’d left on the note so they could use a voice changer to talk to him. He wastes no time in subduing them, leaving all of them with 1 hp and teetering on the line between life and death. They were stupid to mess with him and he doesn’t care if they dust or not. He takes you and leaves. Once he gets you home he completely ignores the mess that’s waiting for him(he swears they left it this messy on purpose because everyone knows how he hates messiness) and carries you straight to bed, flopping down on it with you and nuzzling his skull against your neck. He won’t admit it but he was the tiniest bit scared and he really missed you in the short amount of time that you were gone. Even if he knew it was only the dog guard being dumb with him he couldn’t stand being apart from you. What? Crying? He’s not crying! How dare you suggest such a thing. Those totally aren’t tears. But he also doesn’t have a valid excuse for what they might actually be besides tears. Expect lots of cuddles and breakfast in bed the next morning. Somehow he already has the entire house clean by the time you wake up too, whether you had planned on helping him or not. He didn’t want you to have to help him anyways. He wants you to rest.

#princesscipherite #ut angst #underswap #underfell #us sans #us papyrus #uf sans #uf papyrus

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antarestyl · 7 years ago

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What if the children, Fellby and Swabby get ghosted back to like the war and when Grillby had to fight and kill humans and have to watch him being all flame soldier?

Oh man… that sure would be no fun for anybody.

The war was BAD and very messy and Grillby was part of that. He wasn’t a heroic general or something, he was a soldier and he was pretty good at killing humans. He didn’t like it but he still did it.

It would be a pretty traumatic experience for everybody no matter what particular fight we would be looking at. Let’s put it frankly, they would witness Grillby killing humans and maybe getting pretty messed up because of the LOVE.

Sans would be… pretty shaken. Depending on how old he is, he knows more or less what Grillby did but it’s still something different seeing the man he idolized as an angel and father like this. If he had heard about the other interpretation of the angel legend, he will think of this for a moment.

Papyrus and Suny would be… pretty much hurt from this. In their eyes their father couldn’t do wrong. He was one of the most nicest and gentlest souls they know! Maybe they would deny it. This can’t be real right? (but it is and there is nothing they can do to change it) But ironically they would be most likely the ones to deal with this the best. After all, doesn’t this prove that even the worst person can be better if they really want to? Grillby IS better now, right? He is nice and friendly and wouldn’t hurt anybody at all. (except they did saw him fighting Gaster of course… Suny might be able to deny stuff like that better and Papyrus would just insist that being a good person an not hurting anybody is really difficult but their dad still makes an effort even if he messes up sometimes.)

Pyru would not be surprised but still shocked by how… messy and scary everything is. He would have thought that he had seen all the worst horror already in his life. But well, he was wrong. There is always something that is worse than that. Still, Pyru understands grey morality better than Papyrus and Suny. He hates it but he imagines himself in Grillby’s shoes a lot and concludes he wouldn’t have acted differently. After all, isn’t it better to do something actively, even if it is horrible, than giving up and just let it happen?

Saz would have known most of what happened and is in fact the one who would be the least affected. He loves history, the good and the bad and already knew most of the ugly details. It is sad seeing it and seeing his father suffering but he would have come to terms with what happened long before his siblings.

Parz would most likely try and act emotionless but all of this DOES affect him greatly. He can’t imagine something like a war. It’s so big and messy and loud and painful. He admires Grillby all the more seeing it, not for fighting per se but for being able to continue afterwards. He relates to him more afterwards, after all Parz is the only one of the children that got LOVE and it almost killed him. His love for his brother kept him alive and he tries to think of whatever kept Grillby alive in all of this. Still he would feel really bad for Grillby too and seeing all of this war stuff could trigger a panic attack too.

Swabby would be pretty affected too. He knows what Grillby went through, most of it from Grillby himself. He didn’t want the children to see but that was out of his control. He would want to comfort Grillby in this memory but he can’t. He would feel pretty helpless to be honest, not able to really comfort the children or Grillby. He just wishes he could have done more for Grillby.

Fellby would… feel very very bad. Like he will have a really bad time here. First of all this many humans would make him nervous even if they are just a memory. Seeing Grillby fight and being awesome is kinda cool but on the same time it’s heartbreaking and bad and he wouldn’t know what he even feels or do there. Maybe he would hug Swabby in an weak attempt of comforting himself or he wouldn’t and try to run but it’s just… it’s bad for him. The war and everything and relationship to Grillby and a lot of other things are super complicated for him. When they are back he would either try to ignore anything had happened or hide somewhere to think (never a good idea, Fellby tends to think the worst of thoughts if left alone after all)

So all in all, bad time for everybody. There will be comfort-hugs after this.

#Undertale #TrioBlasterSets AU #Grillby #Fellby #Swabby #Sans #Papyrus #Saz #Parz #Suny #Pyru #wartime!Grillby #ghosting back

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r0astet0aste-blog · 7 years ago

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Muse Interview

Tagged by: @starsgivemehp

Tagging: @frosttheelemental , @direfrail , @hiddeninshxdows

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

“Grillz.” “Ashes.”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?

“Oh. Um... Ignatius. Ignatius Grillby.” “Ignatius. What of it?”

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?

“Well, it’s a very ancient and respected name of my kind. Or... it was. It means one who is of fire. Which... describes me rather well, haha.”

“Because it’s a name. They had to call me something. I wish they hadn’t though. It’s such a dumb fucking name.”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?

“Taken.” “I... guess taken? probably not for long, though. Won’t take long for them to get sick of me.”

5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?

“I’m quite good at healing. And I can cook and mix cocktails. And my fire magic is quite strong.”

“Nope. I’m pretty useless. ...Well... I can sometimes teleport? Like, if it’s a good day or whatever. Oh. And I cook sometimes.”

6. STOP BEING A MARY SUE/GARY STU.

“Oh... how rude..”

“You’re a dumb mother fucker, aint’cha.”

7. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR?

“Yellow. Sometimes red if I’m mad enough.”

“Glowing yellow.”

8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR?

“I don’t actually have hair. But the color of my flames is a rather vibrant orange. I get that from my mother.”

“Fuck off, why dontcha.”

9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?

“Yes! My daughter, Fuku! She’s in highschool, and she’s my pride and joy.” [Here an hour long talk about his daughter has been removed for brevity]

“Nope. They’re all dust. Thanks for bringing that up.”

10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS?

“Well, we had a salamander at one point, but it ran away. Don’t ask me how... But we more recently got a kitten and named him Apollo.”

“You kidding? I can barely take care of myself. I got a rock. And I forget to feed it. That’s me in a nutshell.”

11. THAT’S COOL I GUESS, NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.

“I’m not a fan of bridges. I find them to be extremely stressful.”

“Well there’s this sack of garbage named Ashes. Not a fan.”

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING?

“Yes! I enjoy fashion and arranging ensambles of clothing.”

“...I... really like tarot cards.”

13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?

“Er, yes, unfortunately.”

“Just everyone who’s ever met me.”

14. EVER….KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?

“Yes...” [an uncomfortable silence ensues]

[Ashes refused to answer the question]

15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?

“An animal? I’m a fire elemental. Do you mean what animal we most relate to? Because if so, I like to think that I’m like a lion. but more like a. female lion than a male one.”

“I d’know... Let’s go with a dog.”

16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS.

“I can be somewhat argumentative when it comes to my ideals.”

“Living.”

17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?

“I always admired my mother. She was a strong woman and I don’t think I’d be who I am without her.”

“Well, Legall’s pretty cool. ( @kotovinblue ) He’s tough and he can kick ass but he’s also really kind and funny. He’s just... he’s a good guy. I like him a lot.”

18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?

“My friend, you’ve only just scraped the spectrum. I’m pansexual.”

“Pan as fuck”

19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?

“No. I was taught in my home.”

“Do I look like a child to you?”

20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY?

“Yes. I’m so happy to say that I am engaged to Red ( @starsgivemehp ). And I wouldn’t mind having another child-I adore babies-but I don’t think Red would want to. I’ll still ask eventually, though. Maybe he’ll surprise me.

“It’s never going to happen. Why get my hopes up?”

21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS?

“A-any what?” [the concept is explained to Grillz] “Oh! No, I don’t think so. I’m nothing special.

“Don’t know what that means. Don’t care.”

22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?

“... Failing those I care about. Not being able to protect them.”

“...Dying. I... I’m scared of... well... a lot of exsistential stuff I won’t burdan you with. It’s sorta triggering.”

23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?

“My work uniform is a crisp white button up shirt, a black waistcoat and matching bowtie, or sometimes a red tie, and a pair of pressed slacks.”

“Whatever I have. Hoodies. Pants sometimes.”

24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?

“Yes. Several people. I love them very much.”

“Y-yeah. They don’t know it though so don’t say anything.

25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF?

“Fire elementals don’t do wet. It usually doesn’t work well for us.”

“Never have.”

26. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS)

“Middle working class.”

“Low, probably.”

27. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?

“Oh. Quite a few!”

“Like... two?”

28. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?

“Pie is wonderful! It’s fun to make and it has so many different twists you can put on it! I should make one.”

“It’s good.”

29. FAVORITE DRINK?

“I’m fond of martinis.”

“Dirty sanchez.”

30. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?

“Now it’s the Wishing room in waterfall, where I proposed to my now fiance.”

“There’s a door in the woods outside snowdin. I like it there because I can sit and talk to the person behind it.”

31. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE~?

“Interested? I’m interested in many people.”

“Your mom.”

32. WHAT’S YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR WILLY?

“Oh well... I-I never measured it I mean... It-it isn’t small.”

“Ask your mom.”

33. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?

“Neither! Water is not good for my kind!”

“Are you trying to kill me?”

34. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

“Hmm. I’m drawn to the people who make me feel needed.”

“Huge tits. Nice ass. Big cock. Or someone who treats me like a. person.

35. ANY FETISHES?

“I suppose I have a. bit of an oral fixation. So I like things in my mouth.”

“I’m kinda into sadomasochism.”

36. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?

“It usually depends on who I’m with.”

“I’m mainly a dominant top. But with the right person and right mood I can be a sub bottom.”

37. CAMPING OR INDOORS?

“I love camping. I miss sleeping under the stars on the surface.”

“Indoors. Asleep in a bed.”

38. ARE YOU WANTING THE QUIZ TO END?

“It was rather fun actually.”

“Too long, too personal, too weird. I’m done. Bye.”

#meme #headcanon

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it-refused · 8 years ago

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Working Title: Forward, Back (5/?)

Summary: Knowing what’s going to happen doesn’t mean Sans can stop it. Maybe he could’ve put it off forever. Sans decides to go.

Rating: T

Part Summary: Sans has a bad dream and hangs out with Alphys. There’s robot tag.

>>First Part<<

C/N: Mental Illness

In the middle of a warm sunny day and surrounded by people, Sans felt a shock. It was like ice water was dumped down the back of his spine.

He stopped walking and slowly turned around, 180°. There was a shape, there, behind him. There was a face, like a mask, with two asymmetrical eye sockets staring right into his. The figure had a white outline that filled up with bright light that made the inside of Sans' skull loud with static.

Sans slowly lifted his hand. He had a headache already. "hey."

He thought he saw shapes, words, shaking in the air. Sounds, too, almost like a voice.

"sorry, pops," Sans heard himself say. "didn't get a word of that."

The voice cut off. Sans blinked rapidly, trying to clear the afterimages from his vision. Dad was gone.

The person Sans was walking with asked him if he had stopped for a phone call.

"nah. you didn't see the weirdo following us? heh."

No one else would see him. Sans knew that. Dad was shattered across time and space. There were a couple bigger pieces hanging around. He wasn't so much stopping for a visit as he was just a little bit always there.

Well, there was no fixing it.

That night he uncovered his homemade telescope and fussed with it for a little while. He'd tossed a tarp over it after his last visit from his dad, intending to leave it outside until it rotted. The months hadn't been kind to it, but it hadn't gone completely back to its natural garbage state quite yet.

"hey, pops," Sans said. "you there?"

Everything stayed quiet.

"oh well. look, you trying to tell me something? you've been showing up a lot lately. now's your chance. you show up right now, i'm all ears. heh." He finished setting up and peered through the eye piece. "lay it on me."

No visions, no sound. Whatever triggered the visits wasn't happening. Sans hung around and found all the planets that were visible. If anyone asked what he'd been up do, he'd tell them he was "checking out uranus" and they'd probably leave it alone.

The night stayed quiet.

Something felt off-kilter. The smell of dust in the lab was thick, overpowering. Sans was looking at blueprints, and was sure he had never been doing anything else.

He couldn't make out specific words or lines on the blueprints anymore, but they seemed to have meaning, anyway. They shifted and he was struck by a realization. The answer had been staring him in the face. He could fix everything, now.

Sans knew he needed to call Alphys so she could bring over materials and confirm he was correct. He reached for his phone.

He woke and, not entirely aware yet, he fumbled for his real phone and brought up Alphys' number.

Sans rubbed his head and groaned. What a stupid dream. At least a real nightmare made a cool story.

Before he set the phone back on the nightstand, he took another look at the picture he had set for Alphys' contact info. She was in one of her cosplay wigs. Undyne had her arm over her shoulders, and Alphys looked happy.

The details of the dream were slipping away, but that didn't matter. When he'd had that one before and tried to hold onto them, his burst of inspiration always turned out to be something like rubbing the broken machine with vinegar or sticking a car engine into it and having Papyrus drive it. His idea was always something random related to what he'd been doing that day.

Sans wished his own head would quit jerking him around.

Grillby made a confused crackling sound and pushed at the hand Sans was still holding the phone in. His meaning was clear enough. He should put it down and go back to sleep.

"snack time. want me to grab something for you?"

Grillby dropped his head back down.

"more for me."

Sans carried his phone into the living room. Soozen was on the couch, an entire box of cookies (box included) halfway in her mouth.

"hey, kiddo," Sans said. He noticed she had an unopened bag of chips next to her, too. Maybe Papyrus was right when he said there was a major growth spurt on the horizon. "let me have some chips and what's happening here is between you and me."

She nodded. The pact was sealed.

He carried his phone and a handful of chips into the kitchen and settled in at the table. It was a little after four in the morning.

"heeeeey, alphys, my best buddy."

"S-sans? What the hell are you--wait. is-is someone sick? Dead??" Her voice went up in pitch the longer she talked.

"nah."

"W-well, good! I was about to say 'someone better be dead' and then I thought 'what if they actually are, Alphys, oh my god?'"

"you up?"

"No! Well, now I am!! I guess!" He heard her sigh. "I didn't want to wake up Undyne answering my phone in the middle of the night, like a jerk."

Yeah, this was a bad idea. Still, Sans felt himself relaxing, hearing her voice. She'd really tried to help him, back in the day.

He hadn't been the best friend to her. He wanted to excuse himself because he'd been dealing with a lot at the same time she was, but that was probably just a cheap excuse for being lazy.

"geez, it's later than i thought. sorry, buddy."

"Uhoh. I know what this is!"

"uh. what is it."

"It's been years since we had a, you know, club meeting."

"oh right."

"W-well then, get over here. I, uh, have a couple movies we could watch and I can grab some snacks! I mean, if you want."

It was their club for monsters with shit sleeping schedules. It met only in the middle of the night and they were the only members. Alphys was the founder and she had given Sans the title "first officer." He hadn't wanted it.

Sans didn't reply right away, so the next thing Alphys said had a nervous edge to it.

"...that's not why you c-called, is it? God, sorry, just please tell me what it is so I can climb out the bottom of this trash can, okay?"

"nah. that was it." He'd just wanted to hear her say something, but getting out of the house actually sounded like a good idea. "i'll be there--" he took a short cut "--two seconds ago." He spoke from directly behind her.

She jumped and electricity bolted out of the end of her phone. She was still holding it to her ear, so the lightning singed the floor.

A panel in the wall opened up and a small robot rolled up to the spot and hit it with a fire extinguisher.

"Sans! Just for that, we're watching the movie I know you'll hate."

"i'll watch anything," Sans said.

She patted the little robot on the head. "Even if you don't like it, you should at least appreciate it. The animation is top tier even if the fanservice almost crosses the line into exploitation. Uh. It’s sci fi!"

They went downstairs into her work room. Robot parts were scattered around and plans were tacked up on the wall next to pictures of anime characters Alphys found inspirational. There was an old, worn couch in the back of the room for her to pass out on if she'd worked too long without taking a break, and a very expensive looking television in front of that. Sans would've gone for the nice couch and the crap TV if he'd been the one making the choice, but everyone had their own priorities.

"This really takes me back!" Alphys said, as she set up the television. "Feeling like garbage in some dirty basement in the middle of the night!"

"yeah. i'm getting all, uh, nostalgic."

"Right?? Except, in the bad way? Like, thank god I'm not back then! Nostalgic for right now? No, ignore me. That doesn't make any sense."

"i dunno." Sans yawned and stretched out. He needed to send a message to Grillby, but he didn't want to wake him up again. "feels like we're all still back down there sometimes, anyway." Time travel was a rip off, Sans decided. All you had to do to stay in the past was have a lot of messed up stuff happen so you always felt like part of you was back there when it happened. All that scientific research and there'd turned out to be a much lazier way to go back that didn't risk destroying reality.

"God! You're in a bad mood." She sat down next to him. "But, yeah. I wake up in the middle of the night and come down here, and when I open the door I feel like I'm going to step right into my old lab and all the stuff I did to make that...not right, really, but better--it's going to just be gone."

"that sucks." He patted her arm.

"Yeah, I know!" She turned on the movie.

There was an edge to the conversation. There was always that chance that it could literally happen--they could wake up back then, and everything good they'd had since then would be gone. That sucked.

He was really tired.

Sans watched an anime character with carefully but unbelievably animated breasts swoop around in the movie intro. "wow." Well, this was distracting.

Alphys started to explain the plot, since it was a movie based on an anime Sans hadn't seen. Sans started to fall asleep.

He heard footsteps tromping down the stairs, and opened one eye socket to see if it was Undyne or one of the kids.

"Hey!" Undyne stage whispered. "When did this loser get here?"

Alphys paused the show.

"hey," Sans said. "you can see i'm awake, pal."

"Oh! Sorry! When'd you get here, loser?" She laughed and came over to smack him affectionately on the shoulder, but he decided to sit on the other side of the couch.

"Uh, we decided to watch a movie," Alphys said. "Kind of a weird time for it, but...um..."

"nah. i think you've gotta watch a show like this when no one else is awake."

"Time is a meaningless social construct anyway, am I right? Eheheheh..."

"Well, shove over and let me watch, too! I love this one!"

Now that Undyne was there, she and Alphys started to discuss the intricacies of the plot. Sans' skull fell back and he let their impassioned discussion of something he didn't care about act as white noise to nod off to.

"So, what's his deal?" Undyne asked. Sans was still awake, but he guessed he looked like he was out.

"Ummm...like a bad dream, maybe," Alphys said.

"still awake," Sans said, before the conversation got embarrassing. "maybe i just missed the sound of alphys' voice. you think of that?"

"Ha, right!" Undyne reached over Alphys and gripped his shoulder. "Just cop to it! No one cares! We're not going to think you're any more of a wimp because you had a nightmare. I have them all the time, and I can kick anyone's butt!"

"It's true! It's completely normal," Alphys said. "The kids get them pretty bad."

"We woke up just a couple nights ago because Striker was wailing her friggin heads off. I couldn't even get it out of her what she'd been dreaming about."

"man, you two are really giving me a revelation here. people have bad dreams. wow, thanks."

"Hey, Sans? Don't be a jerk!" Alphys said.

"yeah, sorry. you're helping me out." And neither of them had even mentioned that they probably had to get up early and haul some kids to school.

"And don't forget it!" Undyne's hand was digging in so hard he was starting to worry about HP loss. "Because we'll do it any time, no problem." She was smiling.

Jeez, he really must look like he was messed up. "thanks."

She sighed and let go of him. He rotated his shoulder. It still worked, some how. "You know--this movie's great, but there's something that really distracts me when I need it!"

"ok?"

"Robot tag!" She jumped up and grabbed a loose robot arm off the floor. It looked a little like an extra one of Mettaton's.

"Maybe we should just watch the show?" Alphys said.

Undyne came after her with the robot arm.

"W-wait! Let me get a hiding space, or a head start--or something!" Alphys scrambled off the couch.

"you'd better get armed, alphs," Sans said.

"You aren't getting out of this, either!" Undyne said. "Arm YOURSELF!"

"k." He got off the couch and picked up the closest robot leg.

Sans spent half an hour leaning against the edge of the couch holding a robot leg while Alphys and Undyne chased each other around their basement. It did give him something to look at when the women in Alphys' movie started to get weird.

Undyne suddenly charged at him and he dodged out of the way to the other side of the couch. Alphys popped right up from where she'd been hiding behind it and booped him in the back of the skull with a robot hand.

Alphys laughed, delighted at herself. "You're so predictable!"

"And, you're SO IT!" Undyne added. "Teaming up is the key to victory!" She ran over and gave Alphys' robot hand a high five with her robot arm.

That was a little annoying. "k," Sans said.

"N-nothing can defeat the p-power of...of...love! And friendship!" Alphys exclaimed. They were both so excited about tagging him.

"k." He decided to get Alphys back, since she was the one who actually got him. He looked at her.

"Jeez...uh...maybe...tone down your creep eye?" Alphys said. "And, um---no tag backs!"

Sans was sure that wasn't true, since Alphys and Undyne had been chasing each other and mostly ignoring him until then, but ok. He turned his glowy blue eye that was totally cool and not at all creepy onto Undyne.

"I'd like to see you TRY, punk!"

"ok."

When Grillby asked him how his late night hang-out with Alphys had gone, Sans shrugged and said "it was mostly just weird." The game had ended for Sans when a stampede of children came down the stairs at six in the morning and joined in. He'd given up his leg to some tyke way more excited about physical activity than he was, and gone home.

He finished watching the movie at home. He hated it, sure, but he still needed to know the ending. Alphys gloated when he told her that, and said there was a sequel if he needed to stop by again.

He had the best friends in the world.

>>Next Part<<

#sansby #my fic #fanfic #fb fic

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