#this time not in queue heh but i will RUN BYE

[oxalisworks]

(slow cap for the writer and someone who give this magneficient idea *chef kiss*)

[twstwonderlandstuff]

Jamil with a doting and loving little sister

why the fuck does this exist- i dont fucking know

Spoilers for Scary Halloween Event ahead!

“Karin!” A young girl with long, dark hair yelled. “Please don’t run!”

“Eh? But aren’t you excited to see your big brother, Aniq?” Karin shot back, her loose, white hair flitting through the air. “I can’t wait to see what Scarabia’s doing for Halloween this year~!”

“I am too, but...” Aniq forcefully pulled Karin back, leaving Aniq to pout. “I can’t have you ruining the Asim family name looking like that.”

“Eh? But I’m the 12th, it’s not that important.” Karin dragged out, dramatically walking back towards her right-hand (wo)man/best friend. Pouting, she reluctantly let Aniq tidy her appearance- carefully tying the whit turban back in place, tugging the aqua-blue sleeveless top so it covers her decently, making sure the matching colored parachute pants reach her bottoms and shining the golden jewel that rests on her sandals it’s Jasmine.

“There, much better.” Aniq gave her a once over, satisfied at the appearance. “Wait, let me do yours too!” Karin insisted, roughly cleaning Aniq’s image. 

“Ah, don’t-” Aniq gave up, letting the girl do as she pleased- well, it’s not like anyone can see them, right? Just in case, Aniq gave the room they were in (Karin’s room) a onceover, glad that nothing was amiss.

In contrast to Karin, Aniq wore a very simple black cloak that draped gracefully over her shoulders and a collared, midi-length, grey dress that has buttons running its entire length. For a pop of color, orange, curly-toed shoes line her feet (it’s a witch)

“There~ you look better, see?” Karin grinned. “Now we can both look good!”

“Well, I guess... thanks.” Aniq replied, twirling around. “Well then, my lady, shall we go?” She teasingly asked, offering Karin an arm.

“But of course. We can’t have our brother’s anxiously wait for our arrival, can’t we?” Karin answered in kind, looping her arm in hers. 

“They don’t even know we’re coming, how are they supposed to wait?” Aniq sighed. “I wonder if this is really ok...”

“It’s fine, chill. My dad already said ok, and I forced your parents to take you with me!” Karin casually replied, stepping out of the room. A glare from Aniq made her soften her voice.

"You and your abuse of power...” Aniq sighed. “If my parents knew I told you to...”

“Hihihi... ahh, just relax already! We’re going to have fun, and you are prohibited from being anxious, do you understand?! This is a command straight from the master herself, okay?!” Karin commanded, booping Aniq’s nose.

“Hai hai~” The two of them laughed good-naturedly, chatting light-heartedly about other things.

*

"Woah!” Karin exclaimed. “Is this what NRC looks like when it’s Halloween?! It looks so cool...!”

“I know right?!” Aniq noticed a man with what seems like bandages, but made into clothes on him. “Oh, there’s a guy sitting there- let’s ask him for the directions of the Scarabia dorms- oh wait, isn’t that the dorm leader of Octavinelle?”

“Hmm, maybe? I think I remember someone looking like that when we came here last year.” Karin hummed, walking placentally towards the guy. “Excuse me, do you know where the Scarabia venues are?”

"Oh, welcome and happy Halloween. Yes, they are located in the Mystery shop.” Azul explained. “Do you have anything else to add?”

“No, that’s all. Thank you, and happy Halloween!” Aniq replied, flashing him a quick thank you smile before leaving with Karin. 

“Eh, you remember the way?”

“Duh~ I mean, do I not have good memory?” Aniq flexed lightly, grinning.

“Oh yeah, you helped me cheat on that test one time-”

“Ahhh shaddup don’t talk about that!” 

“Eh- but you’re the that brought up the topic!” Karin argued back.

“No, you did! I didn’t say a word about tests!”

“Oh yeah.. ahaha...”

“Ah, what am I going to do with you?” Aniq sighed, shaking her head and smiling. 

*

“There they are- oh...” Aniq’s spirit dissipated after seeing to long, long line that stood in front of the Mystery Shop. “H...how are we supposed to find big bro and Kalim-san now...?”

“Ahh, I don’t know...” Karin echoed, sighing sadly. “But I’m so lazy to wait in line...”

“I’ll wait for you, you go do something else.” Aniq suggested. “I think we passed a haunted house or something. You love those things, right?”

“Yup, thanks Aniq! Karin playfully teased, pressing her lips on Aniq’s cheek. “See ya!”

Aniq blushed deeply, but managed to wave her off. “Honestly, that girl...!” She grunted under her breath, a little bothered. “She’s way too affectionate...”

Aniq aligned herself in the queue, looking around. It certainly is more crowded then last year. I wonder why- oh, right, because of that picture of the ghosts and the cat. Ahh, I kind of want to see the cat... it looks so cute! She thought, smiling at the thought. And the cute girl too... I wonder why there’s a girl in NRC? Ah well, I can ask big bro, can’t I?

She grinned happily at the thought and accidentally overheard the chatter of a few people.

“Ahh, I wonder what angles I should take for the waffle?” Girl A pondered, asking her friend.

“I think from up high is good because the lighting is better. That way, the post will definitely get more likes.” Girl B answered, concluding Girl A’s response.

“Hey, are we going to actually eat the waffle? No, right? It’s so annoying to walk around holding this around...” Girl A sighed, hesitantly looking at the waffle store.

“But it says not to throw it here...eh, I’m sure its fine since everyone is doing it too!”

“Right, right!” The two continued chattering, but Aniq’s eyes went straight for the trash can.

She glanced at the pile of waffles and containers surrounding the trash can. Ahh, I don’t think big bro is going to enjoy that... She spotted several caterpillars and slugs on the trash can and sighed. Most definitely not.

Silently, quietly, she muttered a spell: Spread your wings, and turn the ugly to good.

After a few seconds, the pile of trash became a flight of butterflies, which quickly dissapeared and flitted into the air, along with the caterpillars and slugs.

“Woah, the trash just dissapeared! Is that the way they clean the trash?” Girl A gasped, shaking Girl B by the shoulders.

“So pretty! Let’s throw some more trash so we can see it again! Maybe if we put it on Magicam it’ll become viral!” Girl B added. 

That’s not what I meant to do! “Don’t-” The word slipped out before Aniq could stop herself. The two strangers in front of her glared at her. 

“Have you been eavesdropping on us? That’s rude.”

“Ah- I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help it when you said that you’d continue littering.” She countered calmly.

“Why not? It doesn’t hurt anyone, right?”

“Well, there is a sign clearly indicating that you shouldn’t throw trash, but if you ignore that, then yes, the actions you did obviously have no impact at all.” She chastised sarcastically, pointing towards the sign. 

“Ahh, so annoying! Let’s just wait for the waffles another time. I’m tired of waiting in line anyway.” Girl A said, shooting a dirty glance at Aniq, which she subtly ignored. 

“Yeah.. oh, let’s go to Savanaclaw! Maybe the rumor that...” The 2 customers walked away, letting Aniq take their place. 

**

2 people away from my order... come on, hurry up! Aniq thought impatiently. Ah, shit, where’s Karin?

She hurriedly pulled out her phone and called. After precisely 3 rings, Karin’s cheery voice rang from the other side. 

Hello?

Is everything okay on your end?

Ehh, are you worried~?

When am I never worried? Aniq deadpanned.

That’s true, yeah. I’m okay! I took a picture with THE Malleus Draconia, can you believe it?! I mean, there were these people who tried touching him, but I got a brain, so I didn’t do that. 

Heh?! Really? Woah, they have some guts! Aniq replied in surprise. 

“Next.” She stepped forward one step, noticing that the server had some wolf ears attached to them. Hmm, I don’t remember Scarabia students having animal ears... it’s probably for the costume.

Oh, and I found the cute girl in the picture you were talking about! 

Eh, did you find the cat and the ghosts too?! Send me the pictures ya! Aniq reminded her.

Yup, will do~ Karin replied fleetingly. They were swarmed with people haha! I pitied them, so I just... watched as the throng of people overwhelmed them. The people were saying something about the Malleus Draconia challenge, or something.

Eh, really? What’s it about?

Like, they have to film them touching him. Isn’t that crazy?

Well, more like moronic but yeah, I guess. I heard a few people talk about Magicam here too. ‘Let’s upload the waffle pictures! It’ll definitely get a lot of likes!’ then they throw it away! So stupid, right? Karin snorted.

...Are there people in the area-

Oh shit-

Oh my god you dumbass- Aniq could hear her friend laugh. Well, order some waffles for me, okay? I’m headed over there right now.

Aight then, bye!

Bai bai~

Click.

“Next, please!” The Scarabia student called, prompting Aniq to eagerly step forward, happy to see her big brother-

“Oh, is that you, Aniq?” Kalim cheerfully asked, prompting Aniq to quickly bow. 

“Ah, Kalim-sama!” Kalim laughed. 

“Raise your head up, jeez! I told you over and over you don’t need to do that, ya know~” Kalim lectured playfully, resulting in a quiet giggle from Aniq.

“Yes, master!” She inclined, using her left hand as a salute. “Can I take a picture- after I order, of course!”

“Sure!” Kalim agreed. “So, what do you want?”

“2 NRC waffles, please.” Kalim cringed at the word. “You’re going to actually eat it, right~?”

“Of course! What’s the point of buying food you’re not going to eat?” She casually answered back. 

“Don’t be so casual, Aniq.” Jamil’s voice floated through the booth. She grinned once she saw him. 

“Big bro!” Jamil was quick to give her a head pat, which she radiated from. “Aha, sorry... it slips out sometimes.”

“Hmm.” Jamil replied. “Kalim, the residents of Scarabia are asking for your help. Can you handle it by yourself?”

Kalim nodded, putting a thumbs up. “Leave it to me!” He then left to help with whatever needed to be done.

Aniq eyed her big brother. “Oh, you’re donned in a costume too, big bro.”

“All vice-dorm leaders and leaders are required to wear the costumes.” 

“Oh, did you make it, big bro?” Jamil shook his head. 

“No, Vil did- Pomefiore dorm leader.”

“Ahhh, you mean the pretty guy in charge of the mirror of chambers?” Jamil nodded. “I saw it on one of the flyers plastered on the walls.” 

"Ah, that makes sense. Ah, Aniq.”

“Mhmm?”

“Can you guess the theme of our dorm venue? I’ll add in a special treat if you guess it right.” Jamil teased, watching his sister’s eyes light up. 

“Really?! Well, um...” Her eyes quickly darted to take in the surroundings. The ragged carpet draped across the trees and roofs, with lanterns hanging from the trees. “Well, it’s very LHS (Land of Hot Sands)… oh!” She gasped, clicking her fingers. “Is it recyclable material? The carpets are made out of rags, and the lanterns out of reusable plastic.”

Jamil hummed, genuinely pleased. “You’re right.” Aniq beamed at the praise. ““I assume you’re with Karin?” He questioned.

“Mhmm, but she’s in the haunted house, or wherever Malleus Draconia is in. ”Oh, by the way, bro, what’s with the trash piling in front of the station? Are people really just buying the waffles to take pictures on Magicam?” Aniq asked, watching his eyebrows furrow.

"Unfortunately.” Jamil sighed. handing her the cones. "We tried telling them off, but they wouldn’t listen. They also bugged with Kalim’s tail.” Jamil smiled smugly, giving her the scones back. “Oh, and thank you for the trash.” 

“Ah, you saw, big bro?” She asked happily. Jamil shook his head. “You shouldn’t be using your UM so casually.”

“I know, I know, but it did help, right?” She grinned, but before she could continue, someone behind her whispered: “Oh my god she’s taking so long!”

“Oh, right!” Aniq quickly realized. “Um, chocolate for me and Mint choc-chip for Karin.”

“Of course.” Jamil got right to it, taking the wrappers from their containers. 

“How’s everything going, big bro?” Jamil raised an eyebrow at the question. “You know what I mean, with Kalim-sama... and everything.” Aniq asked, staring straight at her brother, who sighed deeply. 

"Don’t say that out in public.”

“But I’m worried! You’re doing okay, right?” Aniq frowned.

“It’s been... decent. He still treats me like a friend, no matter how many times I shrug him off. It’s annoying.” Jamil hissed, putting more force then usual when putting the waffles. “I’m just thankful nobody- except you- knows about this back home.”

“Ahaha... Kalim-sama is always like tha-” Her phone rang, interrupting her talk.

Hell-

ANIQ SOMETHING HAPPENED!

Jamil, well understanding the circumstances, quickly handed her the waffles, mouthing ‘For free.’ Aniq grinned in thanks and waved goodbye, walking away. 

What happened?!

I found this cute guy, and- Aniq wanted to slap her.

Oh my god, I thought you were in ACTUAL trouble you dumbass!

Hehe- anyways I found this really cute guy and he’s got ears and- OH MY GOD HE’S COMING MY WAY- oh nevermind he’s walking away...

Aniq couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s simping level. I’ll be there right away. Maybe we can get you to score a date with him.

so basically lads

Aniq (which means classy in Arabic haha see what I did there): Jamil’s younger sister

Karin (a play on the Kalim’s name): Kalim’s younger sister

also they cute Karin’s just rlly affectionate 

[dragonasheswrites-blog]

Operation: Sansta Claus

Their first Christmas after the barrier was broken, Sans and Papyrus embark on a very important mission.

Let's just say...a certain holly jolly spreader of gifts and good cheer is withholding information.

What could go wrong?

Click here to read on Archive of Our Own, or read more below the cut.

Sans wedged himself further behind the display of large stuffed bears on Aisle 13.  That had been way too close.

He heard a crackle.  “Come in!  Agent Lazybones, come in!”

Sans fumbled with his walkie-talkie.  “Agent Lazybones here.  What’s your status, Agent Spaghetti?”

“Looking good from here.  I thought I saw someone chasing you and was worried.”

“Yeah, someone tried to jump my bones.  I’m okay, though.  The lady who had a bone to pick with me seems to have wandered off.”

He could hear Papyrus’s heavy breathing through the cheap walkie-talkie speaker.  “Agent Lazybones.  If you are not going to take this seriously, I will ask Fr...I mean, Agent Fartmaster, to help me.”

“Nah, I’m done for now, Agent Spaghetti.”

“Good.  Now.  Where are you?”

“Uh...Aisle 13.”

“Which one is that?”

“Huge teddy bears.”

“AHA!  I mean…‘aha.’  I see you.  You aren’t very well-hidden.”

Sans wiggled further behind a bear almost as big as he was.  “That better?”

Before Papyrus could respond, a pair of human boys ran by.  They couldn’t have been older than eight or nine and had the same brown, curly hair.

They stared at him.

“Mommy!  Mommy!  I want the Christmas skeleton!” one shouted, running back down the aisle.  The other just stared at Sans, his face slack and eyes wide.

Sans gave a little wave, and the boy gave a little wave back.  A smile creeped over the boy’s face.  Slowly, Sans brought a finger to his mouth in the universal signal for silence.

The boy nodded, a determined look on his face.  He marched back down the aisle, presumably to head off his brother.

“Agent Spaghetti, my position has been compromised!  Requesting plan of action!”

He heard a shuffle as Papyrus shifted.  “I thought you were going to stay hidden!  Oh, never mind.  There’s a stack of presents over on Aisle 16.  That should be to your...right?  No, other right.  Yes, that’s the right direction...oh!  Hide behind the robot display!  Quick!”

Sans ducked behind the robots, grabbing his Santa hat that threatened to fall off his skull.  “What’s going on?” he whispered into the walkie-talkie.

“The small humans who spotted you are looking for you again.  You need to get farther away!  But...not now.  They’re right next to-”

Sans turned the volume off.  He could hear the boys yelling enthusiastically, and a tired woman’s voice trying to corral their enthusiasm.  The noise slowly faded into the background hum of the department store.

“Agent Lazybones back.  Are they gone?”

“Yes, their mother appears to have captured them and is heading in the direction of the checkout.  You have another small human on your aisle, but she appears to be headed away from you.  Give...it...a...moment...ah!  There we go!  The coast is clear.  Keep heading towards Aisle 16.”

Sans made it to Aisle 16 without too much trouble and ducked behind the pile of - presumably fake - presents.  He tapped his phalanges on one and it sounded hollow.  “Okay, I’m there.  Where’s the target?”

“Ahead of you and to your left.  The Jolly Man is nowhere in sight yet; you should be clear.  Wait, wait; someone’s walking by...yes!  There!  Go for it!”

Sans turned off the walkie-talkie and clipped it to his belt.  With another quick look just in case Papyrus had missed something from his vantage point, Sans dashed across the open floor towards his target.

Near Aisle 16 was an open space that the department store used for seasonal displays and public events.  On this particular day the space had been cordoned off with faux red velvet ropes to form a waiting queue.  At the end of the queue was a chair, draped in red and white and currently empty.  A sign in front read:

        PICTURES WITH SANTA!

That wasn’t Sans’s target.  He was more interested in the large sack of presents behind the chair.  Each present - wrapped in shiny paper and bedecked with bright ribbons and bows - had a tag.  On each tag was a name.

On one of those tags, the name read, “Papyrus.”

That was his target.

Sans made it to the Santa picture area, ducked under the rope in a smooth motion, and skidded to a stop in front of the sack.  It was huge, bigger than Sans himself.  Many of the presents were small - he shuffled those to the side - but there were a few tantalizingly large ones further down that he could feel.  He climbed up on a plastic reindeer nearby for better leverage and cursed his short arms.  He...could...almost...reach…

“Sans?”

“OOMPH!”  Sans lost his balance and fell into the sack.  After a few moments of shuffling, he managed to reorient himself.  “Heya, kid.”  A quick glance over Frisk’s shoulder made his face flush a little.  “Heya, Tori.”

“Sans,” Tori said, looking torn between disapproval and amusement.

“What are you doing?”  Frisk asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Well, y’see…”  He shifted, and one of the presents pressed against the volume knob on the walkie-talkie.

“AGENT LAZYBONES!  ABORT MISSION!  I REPEAT, ABORT MISSION!  YOUR POSITION HAS BEEN COMPROMISED!”

Sans deliberately ignored Tori, who was doubled over and holding a nearby shelf for support.  “Papyrus wanted to know what he was gettin’ for Christmas.”

Frisk narrowed her eyes at him.  “So...you dressed up in a Santa suit and decided to sneak around the store where Dad is going to be playing Santa?”

“Shhhh, kid!”  He checked that his walkie-talkie wasn’t transmitting.  It wasn’t.  He turned the volume back down.  “Paps...doesn’t know about that.”

“Papyrus still believes in Santa?”  Sans narrowed his eyes at the incredulity in the kid’s voice.  She shrugged in response, though, so he didn’t push.  “But...then, who buys his Christmas gifts?  Or Gyftmas gifts, I guess.”

In the background, Tori - who had nearly made is upright - broke into another fit of giggles.

“N-never mind, kid.  Say, wanna give me a hand?”

“Can’t.  There’s a rope in the way.”  Frisk patted the silky rope with both hands.  “There’s even a sign that says “Do not cross.”

“Huh.  Well…”  Sans wiggled and shuffled.  Almost...there...

He fell out of the sack, along with half the presents.  Thankfully, most of them fell on top of him, so the damage to the gifts was...minimal.

Laughing, Frisk helped him collect the errant packages and rearrange them back into the bag.  As he reached for the last one, she pulled it away from him slightly.  She waved wildly at the tag.

To: Papyrus

From: Santa

“Thanks, kid,” Sans said, tossing it lightly on top of the rest of the presents in the sack.  He ducked back under the rope.

“Wait...you’re not going to peek?  You’re not even going to shake it a little?”

“Nah.”  He was blushing again, he knew it.

They made their way over to Tori, who had calmed herself down a little.  “Y-you mean,” she said, still huffing, “Do you mean to tell me that you dressed up, distracted everyone, and staged a massive multi-departmental operation...to look for a present that you bought yourself and asked Asgore to use as a prop for the photo shoot?”

“It was a lot easier Underground,” Sans grumbled.

“And where is your brother?”

He pointed up.  Perched atop one of the department store’s support beams was a tall, lanky skeleton, waving down at them.  His battle body had been replaced with a pair of red and white striped pyjamas and a Santa hat for the occasion.  (Sans hadn’t been able to find or make a Santa suit in Papyrus’s size on such short notice.  They’d be better prepared next year.)

“O-oh dear,” Tori gasped.  “Shouldn’t we...get him down?  That does not look very comfortable.”

Sans turned the walkie-talkie back on.  “Agent Spaghetti, do you want to get down?”

“DO NOT LEAVE ME IN SUSPENSE, AGENT LAZYBONES!  DID YOU Fiii...I mean, DID YOU ACCOMPLISH YOUR MISSION?”

“Kinda.  I can give you some hints.  Didn’t get a very good look at it, though.  A Frisk-y kid here interrupted me.”

“AARGH!  And we were so close!  No matter; next year we will have a BETTER PLAN!”

“Sounds good.  Hey, head back to the corner of the store by the tires, ‘kay?  I’ll be right over to lift you down.”

“RIGHT AWAY, BROTHER!”  And he was off, parkouring across the support beams.

Sans turned to Tori, who had finally regained her breath.  “Welp, I’d better go help him down.  Are you two gonna wait here for the big guy?”

Tori smiled.  “I believe so.  Frisk may not believe in Santa Claus, but she wanted to get a picture with her father in-costume.  Will you two join us?”

“Nah, I think we’d better get out of here.  I think a few of the store folks have a bone to pick with me.  We’d better let things cool off around here.”

“Icy your point.”

“Heh, good one!  Well, I’m off.  Have a good time!”

“We shall.  You both will be joining us for hot cocoa this evening, will you not?”

“Sure thing, Tori.  See you then!  See ya, Friskles.”  He ruffled Frisk’s hair, ignoring the kid’s pout that looked more like a smile.

“Good bye...Agent Lazybones.”

Sans pulled his Santa hat further over his face and walked away a little quicker.  He was never going to live this down.

The look on Papyrus’s face when Sans described his gift was completely worth it.