#underfell impatience

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Hey Imorgn, how do you feel about your brother?

I think this is my first ask for Immy :O this actually made me so damn excited to make, you have no idea!

[bubbleteasing]

Hello! I love all your fics, it's pretty hard to dig through sans reader insert fanfics to find decent writing haha. Do you happen to have any recommendations?

Thank you!!! And thanks for asking this- I haven't been reading many fics lately but this made me revisit a couple of old ones... They're as good as I remembered.

I'll leave a list under the cut 🙂‍↕️

Classic Sans and/or Papyrus

The Party Incident and Other Embarrassing Anecdotes by poubelle_squelette

This was such a fun read. MC sneaks into a party to eat and drink for free and when Sans asks them how they know the birthday boy (Papyrus), they say they're dating his brother.

They pretend to date eachother, which stirs a lot of drama because the mc starts being harassed, buuut they still go with it.

I also remember this had some short underfell spin off (like a couple of chapters but written with uf!Sans instead), which I was feral about.

OsteoCitation by ShittyDinner

Mc is roommates with Sans and Papyrus. They're both kind of into them, and it's really fun. Smutty too if I remember correctly.

I haven't read this one in a while (years) but I definitely will soon.

Underfell / Mafiafell

Overgrowth by SociopathicArchangel (I'm gonna give some context about this one before talking about it)

Only the overgrowth story is from the author. Anything else is not 'canon' to the flowerfell au.

This one is not shippy at all (despite some people considering it a frans fic) as per the author's headcanon. There was some drama involved with this story (the author was also a great artist and was making a comic of this au, but people were impatient and started doing their own versions of the comic even though the author wasn't ok with it), but what made the author delete the fic and the rest of their socials all together was that people started reposting the original story on Ao3 and claiming it as their own, which made the author really upset. The video linked in the title is the only thing they were ok with.

This story is very special to me. It shows how shitty Uf!Sans world is and how it affected him. Why he is the way he is and all that.

When Frisk comes to the underground, he cannot fathom anyone being nice, which makes him believe he's being played. The plot also heavily relies on resets, which I love.

The story is quite sad (and I love that too), so have your tissues ready!

Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine by Staringback

The very first Mafiafell fic there is I believe? I could be wrong but I think it is.

Technically Frans but Frisk is an adult, has different pronouns, different skin tone... I consider this a self insert with extra steps honestly.

If you think my depiction of uf/mf Sans is an asshole buckle up. This one's an obsessive asshole for no reason.

Reverse harem/multi

These sort of stories overwhelm me usually, but I still read some of them.

Aggre(g/v)ation by Llama_Goddess (this is what inspired 2x1!)

MC lives with Sans when suddenly Red and Skull (uf and ht Sanses) show up. They're cousins according to Sans, and they really like MC.

This fic is a classic, and I think everyone has read it, but if you haven't do give it a read! It'd really fun.

Saving Three Ex-cell-ent Skeletons by RecklesslyCaffeinated

I believe this one is inspired by some asks answered by llama on her Tumblr. It's the same trio as in aggre

MC is a nurse at a monster prison. There are three different skeletons there, and even though they look similar they're quite different. The one thing in common is that all of them dig her.

I love the story on this one, it feels like I'm watching a tv series if that makes any sense.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Underfell Sans & Papyrus character sheets (Updated version)

RED (Underfell Sans)

Backstory : Red survived all along with his little brother in the streets after his father got assassinated by some rivals. Times were hard, and that fragilized the relationship between the brothers, Red being the careful one and Edge trying to rebel against anything he said, and even engaging in the Royal Guard to prove him he had no control on him and wasn't his dad. After that, their life got slightly easier, but their relationship became bitter. Constantly bickering, constantly having to hide to avoid Edge's rivals to see him as a weakness, being force to consider his brother like his boss. Red lost hope of things even getting better, until a smal child fell and made him realize his brother actually still cared for him. Once the Barrier broken, they tried to live together for a while, but that didn't work, as they both fell into their old habits. Choosing to live separate was actually their best decision as they since slowly learned to get along again, and they're trying to fix the mistakes of the past. It's still hard, there are periods where they can'tbear each other, but it's way better than what it used to be.

Personality : Apprehensive - Inappropriate - Charming - Competitive - Uncoopérative - Cynical - Defiant - Difficult - Disrespectful - Fair - Faithful - Fiery - Fierce - Finicky - Flirtatious - Frank - Harsh - Impatient - Impolite - Impulsive - Very dependant - Irritable - Jealous - Jumpy - Lazy - Logical - Loyal - Mean - Moody - Obscene - Opportunist - Perceptive - Picky - Proud - Resentful - Sarcastic - Sassy - Straightforward - Wary - Grouchy

Job : Mechanic engeneer

Hobbies : Working on cars and on his motocycle, watching telenovelas to make fun of the characters, visiting forbidden places, finding new ways to annoy Grillby, pranking his brother or his S/O, bitching on his Karen neighbour.

Loves : Grease food, dinosaurs, hard mechanics, cars, being pet on the head, his brother, sleeping for 48 hours straight, taunting random people in bars to see how they'll react, big dogs, his freedom.

Hates : Doomfanger, his brother, heckin salad and broken glass lasagnas, nightmares, loud noises, people making fun of his inhability to express his feeling, being vulnerable, being nice to his Karen neighbour after he messed up bad, lemons square, being awoken before lunch, people touching his things.

The S/O of his dream : He doesn't think he can ever have a S/O so someone who shows interest and he's completely paralyzed lol. Clearly someone who has an interest in cars though, so he can talk for hours and hours with them.

Dealbreaker : Treating him like an idiot, trying to fix his relationship with his brother, using how he opens up when he trusts you against him as it's really hard for him to show some vulnerability.

Contacts :

Family : Edge

Best friends : UF Grillby - Copper

Close friends : UT Grillby - UF Undyne - UF Alphys - Oak - Pumpkin - Chief - Rus - Wine - Coffee - Sam - Ben - Fang

Friends : Sans - UT Alphys - UT Frisk - Honey - Nugget - Willow - Nox - Rumba - Demon - Killer - Delta

OK/Neutral : UT Undyne - UT Burgerpants - UT Gerson - Sun - Rambo - Salsa - Error

Would better avoid : Papyrus - UT Toriel - UT Asgore - UT Chara - UT Asriel/Flowey - Blue - Moon - Creeper - Ink - Dune

Absolutely hates : UT Mettaton - UT Gaster - UT Muffet - Tango - Torpedo

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EDGE (Underfell Papyrus)

Backstory : Edge wanted to be a hero in a world that hated heroes. He learned it the hard way, risking his life stupidly as a kid just because he wanted to prove his brother was wrong to protect him that much. His ultimate defiance? Joining the Royal Guard, despite his brother screaming it was the worst idea ever. It was indeed, but by the time he realized it, he was a Captain, stuck in his role and unable to flee to survive one more day. Stubborn, he refused to show any weakness, forcing Red to follow along even though he never wanted to be the brother of the captain of the Royal Guard. Their relationship became more and more tense, to the point it almost broke. Thanks to Frisk, however, Edge realised how he hurt him these last years, and he's now trying to be better, even if it's not that easy. He's trying, but years of telling himsef he has to be strong and not show any emotion didn't do it any favor. It's better than it used to be, but Edge knows it could never be like it was when they were children. They are too different, they don't have the same objectives. He hopes it can get better one day.

Personality : Active - Allert - Ambitious - Anxious - Argumentative - Arrogant - Athletic - Bold - Calculating - Cheeky - Confident - Critical - Dedicated - Efficient - Fashionable - Fierce - Hardworking - Honest - Creative - Indepenent - Irritable - Kindhearted - LOUD - Moody - Judgemental - Observant - Old-fashioned - Patient - Pessimistic - Polite - Realistic - VERY resentful - Responsible - King of Sass - Snobbish - Strict - Stubborn - Sulky - Trustworthy - Versatile - Protective

Job : Legal consultant, pet shelter volunteer and volunteer cook for aid organizations

Hobbies : Brushing his baby cat, buying new toys to his baby cat, cooking, jogging, fighting with Undyne, bitching on people with Undyne, going to store and embrace the Karen spirit to have free stuff.

Loves : Doomfanger, fighting, cooking, searching for trouble, lasagnas, cats, when people manage to scare him and survive, challenges, dark chocolate, visiting new places, surfing, raging on video games for no reason other than make the other laugh, taunting Undyne and teasing her for her relationship with Alphys, how Frisk sees him as some sort of super-hero.

Hates : Fighting with his brother, Asgore, people abandoning their pets for no valid reason at the shelter, people mistreating animals on the Internet for views, when Doomfanger pees on his bed because he pet another cat, people calling him insensitive, people criticizing his cooking and especially his lasagnas, when Red is trashing the house.

The S/O of his dream : Someone clean, who's not pushing him and who understands he's not being mean on purpose. He's struggling. He likes flirtatious people more than he lets on.

Dealbreaker : Hurting Undyne, Frisk or Red, talking to him like he's an idiot, using his level of violence against him, ignoring him for no reason.

Contacts :

Family : Red - Doomfanger - UF Frisk

Best friends (but would never say it outloud) : Nox - UF Undyne

Close friends : Rus - Wine - Coffee - Copper - Chief - Delta - UF Alphys - UF Grillby

Friends : UT Undyne - UT Frisk - UT Mettaton - Honey - Pumpkin - Rumba - Sam - Ben -

OK/Neutral : UT Alphys - UT Chara - UT Gerson - Oak - Killer - Moon - Sun - Rambo - Salsa - Error

Would better avoid : Sans - Papyrus - UT Toriel - UT Grillby - UT Muffet - UT Asriel/Flowey - Nugget - Dune

Absolutely hates : UT Asgore - UT Gaster - UT Burgerpants - Blue - Willow - Tango - Demon - Creeper - Fang - Torpedo (ESPECIALLY HIM) - Ink

[littleyukki5033]

SacredFell Lore

I'm here to explain what my AU is about! What the difference between my AU and just regular Underfell.

So! The story is the same as the Undertale storyline for the True Pasifest route but the beginning of it all if different.

The monsters has the war with the humans and was cast down into the underground. That's when Chara comes down and the whole event with Asriel happens. Asgore mourns for his children and of course wants revenge on the humans.

Each child that falls, there life gets taken, there soul. Asgore became OBESSESSED with the souls. He was more on edge because his people were rioting and growing impatient of how long they been waiting to be set free. Asgore then considered these souls as SACRED. Because they are the key to the monsters freedom...how they can become powerful. Toriel of course didn't really like the idea of killing children but she didn't say anything.

I included my own character into this lore named Yukki. (She was my very first OC so I base my username off her) She was portaled into the underground (ill reveal her backstory if my au goes well...heh) and she was extremely weak and her powers were drained.

She made it to snowdin but clasp in the process, Sans and Papyrus found her and took her to Asgore. This was it...the final soul. The Royal Guard, Toriel, and Asgore stared at her. Weak and helpless. Asgore lifted his spear.

Toriel, she just couldn't take it anymore. Toriel ended up blasting fire to the floor that spread, she snatch Yukki and ran. While Toriel was om the run, she wanted to slow the process of freedom so she took one of the souls. Soul of kindness. She left Yukki behind a waterfall and fled to the ruins.

Asgore was angry. He was furious. The last soul escape, one was stolen. He couldn't let something so sacred be taken away again. So he appointed the souls to a protector. Each soul embedded with magic into his top Royal Guard.

Undyne protecting the soul of Justice

Sans protecting the soul of Patience and Integrity

Papyrus protecting the soul of Perseverence

Alphys protecying the soul of Bravery (Mettaton is a decoy)

.......

While Toriel stole the soul of Kindness.

Asgore placed a bounty on Toriel head, her to be alive and returned home. Asgore fell into despair, his souls were taken, his freedom for his people were taken.

Yukki ended up healing up and finding her way back to Snowdin. Sans and Papyrus try capturing her but she dodges them so easily. Power wise it drains her. Asgore was informed of this so he told them to gain her trust, use her when the time comes. So she lives with them now..what choice does she even have? She has no where else to go.

After maybe a year or two.

Frisk fell into the underground and that's where the story starts.

I'm still working on this AU so I really hope it blows up. This story means alot to me.

Reblogs and likes are appreciated!

AU: Belongs to Me

Art: Belongs to Me

Story: Belongs to Me

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Safety in Numbers 1/1 (Spicyhoney)

Summary: “come on, keep moving.” Panted close to his skull, the gust of breath briefly hot in the chill Snowdin air. Edge tried to obey, limping along, leaning too hard against the taller, gangly body next to his own. He tried, but he could hear the laughter too close behind them, getting closer. All too soon, it would be upon them.

Tags: Pre-Spicyhoney, Injury, Blood and Violence

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~~*~~

“come on, keep moving.” Panted close to his skull, the gust of breath briefly hot in the chill Snowdin air. Edge tried to obey, limping along, leaning too hard against the taller, gangly body next to his own. He tried, but he could hear the laughter too close behind them, getting closer. All too soon, it would be upon them.

~~*~~

It started like any other movie night, except this one was in Edge’s world, foolishly so. Underfell was not as safe as the alternate worlds, but to not take his turn at entertaining galled Edge, struck at his pride. He was perfectly capable of offering food and movies when it was his turn and if it took days of desperate scrounging to do so, torture could not have dragged it from him.

By the end, his bartering, begging, and occasionally, blackmail netted him not only a modest number of snacks, proudly laid out in bowls or set carefully atop their packaging but also a DVD that none of the others had seen. New movies were a high prize indeed, even if it would have to be sold hastily before the interest on his debts rose past their ability to repay them.

Red never said a word about the debts Edge took on for a single night, not to protest or mock. Either he understood how much Edge needed it, in ways that Edge couldn’t articulate himself, or he wasn’t up to arguing about it. Either way, he only took his own allotment of popcorn and settled on the sofa, preparing to watch John Wick.

Before the credits were even finished, a phone chimed. That in itself was a bad sign; there was an unspoken agreement between them all that no phones were allowed to interrupt the movie. Worse was after a flurry of pocket checks through their ranks, it was his own brother who frowned at the phone screen.

“bro, dogressa’s sayin’ doggo didn’t run his trapline. said he was feelin’,” Red hooked his fingers into exaggerated quotes, “‘under the weather’.”

Edge bit back an insult, grinding his teeth in frustration. ‘Under the weather’ was usually unintentional code for ‘too stoned to walk’. But the trapline needed to be checked before dark; outcasts lived in the woods, Monsters who were lost to their LV and they were constantly testing their limits. The possibility that they could break through overnight was entirely too dangerous to let their vigilance drop even once.

In theory, his brother could do it, but even with his shortcuts it would take him much longer to walk the entire sector. Better that Edge check it, faster, and truthfully, he trusted his own assessment of the traps more than his brother’s which tended towards ‘good enough’.

The others were watching and waiting, Papyrus, Blue, and Sans crowded in on the sofa together with their popcorn in their laps (and that had taken some serious trading to get, popcorn was a luxury item not often seen and the fierce bartering for it would not soon be forgotten). There was no sign of impatience on their faces, they’d likely be content to wait the hour or so it would take to run the line without a single complaint, and he couldn’t ask it of them. “Start the movie, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“hey, i’ll come along, edgelord.”

Edge whirled around to see Stretch slouching against the wall on the other side of the living room, swallowed up in his oversized orange hoodie. The stick of a lollypop was poking out of the corner of his mouth, the candy clattering against his teeth as he rolled it to the other side. Stretch wasn’t the very last person Edge would want with him on patrol, but second-to-last was hardly an accomplishment.

“I’d like to get it finished sometime tonight,” Edge snapped. “Not spend the evening waiting for you to catch up!”

Stretch only rolled his shoulders in a lazy shrug, unperturbed. “yeah, that’d be why i’m coming along. we head out and once you’re finished, couple of shortcuts and we’ll be back home ‘stead of having to walk.”

That made him hesitate. It was tempting. Stretch was hardly his favorite person, but surely it would be worth suffering him for a short time to cut his journey in half. They could be finished and back before the canapes gently warming in the oven were finished, and Edge would actually be able to enjoy the movie he’d spent so long tracking down. So very tempting and in the end, Edge allowed him to come and if his agreement was more grudging than gracious, Stretch offered no complaint.

No complaints at all, not even when things turned south and if Edge possessed even a fraction of foresight, he wouldn’t have let Stretch take even a step out the front door, not even long enough to light the cigarette that came out the moment they were out of the house.

~~*~~

Of all the outcasts out in the woods, the most dangerous of them were the ones whose sanity wasn’t yet overtaken by their LV. Brutally violent and without mercy, yet still possessing enough sense to plot, to tear apart his traps forcing Edge to become ever more creative to keep them out of Snowdin proper.

Intelligence balanced by insanity and in this case, still able to learn. Planting a well-hidden trap in front of a more obvious one was one of Edge’s best tricks, one that he’d used many times, never suspecting that the outcasts could figure it out and plant one of their own. Set right in front of his own trap and when he’d approached it to check it, Edge stepped right into it. Years of studying and all it took was a fool at his heels smoking to addle him, along with his own petty distractions, his mind on popcorn instead of threats.

Worse was Stretch noticing what he missed, his head jerking up, cigarette falling to the ground as he called, “hey, wait, look out!”

Too late and the best Edge could do was hold back his scream as the teeth of the trap snapped around his leg. Excruciating pain, worse than any Edge endured during his brother’s training sessions, graying out his vision as he fell into the snowdrift.

“don’t move, don’t move!” Stretch was suddenly in front of him and Edge wondered dazedly if he’d teleported or if his current gauge of time was unreliable.

“Don’t,” Edge managed to grit out. “Get out of here, they’ll be coming.”

Stretch ignored him, prying at the trap and despite the renewed surge of pain, Edge was distantly impressed he’d managed to open it without using blue magic. He cast it aside with a muted clang, the teeth were stained crimson with marrow. Edge did not look at it long, didn’t look to see what the damage was to his leg. It didn’t matter, not if it was merely broken or the leg was actually gone, nothing mattered except that he couldn’t run and a shortcut was not feasible. Going through the void with an injury like this was a quick invitation for death. Though perhaps an easier one than what was coming.

“You need to get out of here,” Edge tried again. Already he could hear sounds in the woods, the outcasts coming to inspect the noise.

“yeah, we both do.” Stretch fumbled a bandana out of his pocket, reaching down, and another surge of pain made blackness swim in Edge’s vision.

“No,” Edge shook his head, trying to clear it. “They’re coming.”

To his credit, Stretch didn’t bother asking who. Less encouraging was the way he didn’t do as he was told, instead slinging Edge’s arm over his shoulder, dragging him to his feet. He stifled another scream as bright pain jagged up from his injured leg. He supposed he should be grateful, his leg had to still be there, it was impossible to think so much pain could come simply from amputation.

“we need to go,” Stretch took a step, trying to pull Edge with him. “edgelord, right now.”

“Can’t.” Those sounds were getting closer and it was tempting to ask for Stretch to shortcut, to end it quickly rather than what he knew was coming. Except that would leave him coming from the void covered in Edge’s dust. Unacceptable, this was Edge’s fault and he would have to suffer for it. “Leave me here.”

“you think i’m going back to your house without you?” Stretch’s laugh was ragged. “nah, might as well die out here than let your bro kill me.” He wouldn’t, Edge couldn’t say, not entirely certain himself who Red might blame. There was something tighter in Stretch’s voice as he added, “i’m not fucking leaving you. now come on. it’s not that bad, you can walk on it.”

“Can’t,” Edge repeated dully and when Stretch dragged him forward a step, a cry hissed out between his clenched teeth.

“yes, you fucking can,” Stretch snarled. A voice Edge never heard from him, in that moment he sounded more like Red than himself, the tone stiffening Edge’s spine, “you measly little coward! you aren’t getting us killed, not tonight! if you can keep upright, you can move! lean on me and let’s go!”

Edge couldn’t say whether it was the insult or the fact that got him moving. Either he moved or they’d both pay the price for his arrogant carelessness and he couldn’t…he couldn’t allow that. He’d seen what outcasts did to their prey and thinking of it happening to Stretch…the pain that blossomed in his chest was unlike the one in his leg, an emotion Edge did not have words to express. He managed a single step, an awkward hop as he leaned on Stretch. The second was better, easier, his injured leg dragging between them. Edge ignored the pain, the flecks of red dotting the snow as they made their difficult way back, following their own footsteps in the drifts.

“That’s it,” Stretch panted, “keep walking, you bastard, keep moving!”

He dragged Edge along, bumping and bouncing over the hardpacked snow and stumbling through the softer drifts. The pain was gone, fading into trickles then lost in numbness as the cold overtook it. They could barely see the lights of the town on the horizon.

“almost there.” Stretch’s voice was weak, already tiring, and Edge could hear the lie.

“We’re going to die,” Edge mumbled. Dying, whether they were caught by the outcasts or frozen to death in the cold. Not only him but Stretch as well and Edge was distantly upset by that. His own death was something he’d been anticipating since he was a child living on the streets of New Home. Being unable to protect Stretch galled, the knowledge that Blue might never know what became of his brother because of Edge’s weakness.

“nah, we just gotta hang in there.”

“We’ll never get to town before they catch us.”

The crunch of their footsteps in the snow halted as they came to an abrupt stop. Edge forced his sockets open, confused. Stretch was standing in the middle of the path, staring into the dark nothingness in front of them. His expression was tight and he closed his sockets briefly, wincingly tight. “you’re right. we won’t.” He breathed out hard through his nasal cavity in twin streams of fogged air. “okay, come on over here.”

He detoured from the path into the knee-deep snow, slogging through the drifts to the treeline where he lowered Edge to the ground. The cold leached past his trousers instantly and Edge hissed through his teeth as it almost cleared the heavy cloud surrounding his senses.

“stay here for a minute,” Stretch said firmly.

“Wha--?” Words were slurry and slow on his thickened tongue. “where goin’?”

Was he going to shortcut away after all? If his plan was to leave Edge so he could go to town for help, he would be very disappointed when he came back to a scattering of dust. But perhaps that would be for the best, better that only one of them perish than both.

Instead of vanishing between one blink and the next, Stretch jerked his skull in the opposite direction of town. “gonna have a chat with these guys, see if we can come up with a compromise.”

By the time the words actually registered, Edge was already battling to sit up in alarm, struggling to stutter out a protest. They’d kill him, Stretch was too soft, his soul was too pure, someone from the gentle world of Underswap couldn’t possibly understand there was no reasoning with those driven insane by their LV. The only compromise was a merciful death at the risk of raising your own LV, increasing your chances of becoming one of them. Edge tried to say that, the words clotting on his tongue the way the marrow leaking from his leg refused to do.

“shhh, keep quiet, yeah?” Stretch hissed, “our footsteps in the snow are bad enough, don’t need to advertise with a calling card! now stay here.”

Stretch turned and walked back into the forest, the orange of his sweatshirt the last thing to fade from sight. Edge tried to stand, to follow him and only managed to slump over to his side. He couldn’t even lift himself back out of the snow, useless, so useless, his sockets drifting closed. His last real thought was dark amusement that at least if he dusted right here, he wouldn’t have to explain to Blue what became of his brother.

Edge didn’t know what happened next. He didn’t know how long he lay there, drifting in the shadows of consciousness, wondering distantly if he’d dust before they found him.

“come on, upsy daisy.”

Cold hands roused him, pulling him free from the snow. That wasn’t possible. Stretch was dead, dead and dusted, he must be, he couldn’t have survived.

Except it was. Stretch brushed the cold, clinging dampness from the side of Edge’s skull as he pulled him to his feet. It was only the sudden resurgence of pain that assured him this wasn’t a fantasy borne of the last desperate dregs of his magic before he froze to death or bled out. Thickly, Edge asked, “How?”

“what was that?” Stretch was breathing heavily as he pulled Edge back to the path. “gotta speak up, edgelord.”

“wh’ appened?”

“eh, just had a chat with ‘em.” Stretch said breezily. “i can be a pretty persuasive guy if i try.”

“I know, I am often persuaded to punch you in the face,” Edge mumbled, distantly proud of the insult.

It earned him a bark of laughter, too loud, too close to his skull. “heh. really, edgelord? we haven’t even started cooking tonight and you’re already roasting me.”

Edge didn’t have enough sense to allow for indignance at the pun. Pain was an excellent way to bring clarity and Edge breathed through it, limping along with Stretch’s insistence. He noticed suddenly that the air smelled strange; the cold crispness was usually scented only with pine needles. Here was a hint of ozone, of something else. Something dark and ugly and scorched.

Unnerved, Edge managed to dredge up enough energy for a check. *Papyrus 1 atk 1 def Their sins are crawling up their back. No LV, no dust on his hands or scattered over his shoes. Outcasts never gave up, so how…?

“hey, that tickles,” Stretch complained mildly. He urged Edge to keep walking. “c’mon, let’s get you back so my bro can sic his tender mercies on ya. feels like getting healed with a baseball bat, but, eh, it works.”

There was a sound coming from the woods, reminiscent of a sob, low and eerie. Almost, Edge turned to look, ready to squint through the darkness and see what could be lurking out there in the woods, softly weeping amongst the trees and falling snow.

A tug in the opposite direction distracted him. “seriously, it’s cold, let’s go.”

Edge followed the insistent pull, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. He found himself listening to Stretch amicably rambling on instead of the sounds of the forest, and where once it would have been an irritation, now he was oddly comforted by his presence.

“healing first,” Stretch went on, “then it’s movie time. wasn’t sure about the flick before, but i gotta tell you, kinda feeling john wick right now. i’ve heard what it’s about and dogs are definitely on my shit list right now.”

Dogs, yes, Doggo would be getting his share of Edge’s wrath. But that would be for tomorrow. Today, he let Stretch’s voice distract him, the lean warmth of his body pressed against Edge keeping the chill at bay and despite his injury, despite everything, for once, Edge felt safe enough.

-finis-

[skeleton-mischief]

Pitch Serrif

MAW-HAHAH! IT'S THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE UNDERFELL PAPYRUS! Well, at least mostly?? Why don't we explore that, hm?

Remember that some of this IS canon! Check Underfell's official account

- Official height is 6'6

- He/Him

- If music is playing and he likes it, he'll dance to it with precision and skill. After all, it's a form of exercise and skill

- Makes Lasagna instead of spaghetti and is an excellent cook

- Doesn't admit his admiration for his brother and how he wants to be strong for him in order to protect him

- He has a scary temper, as he can be impatient and impulsive while at times throwing a tantrum

- Observant, brave, impulsive, ambitious, charming, proud, bossy, loud, sassy, stubborn, cynical, intuitive, dramatic, theatrical, neat freak, and blunt

- He can be deeply insecure, but he covers it up

- Can be quite the gentleman when he wants to be, such as inside the store isle while bumping into someone or helping someone with their groceries

- He won't admit it but he loves poetry, telenovelas, and plays

- He listens to opera in the morning while making breakfast, no one interrupt him

- He wants to be close with Red again, as he knows that time has separated them

- He had a good relationship with his brother, and now it's slightly tense at times as he often fights with him or the two disagree on things

- He doesn't get extremely jealous often

- He craves companionship, but it's not obvious due to his nature and job considering he brushes away gestures of kindness in fear that it's a trap

- He struggles with handling his emotions, going outside and disappearing for a few hours to attack some trees or overall practice fighting to get this feelings out

- Does not blame Red for the Asgore incident anymore, even if he was temporarily angry with him because he was scarred

- He actually hates violence and fighting, but keeps it secret since being in the royal guard is a painful necessity he had to do

- He is a cat person, and owns a cat named Doomfanger. He doesn't know that Red is allergic or that Red is intimidated by Doomfanger at times

- He can be obliviously considerate at times, awkwardly supportive with a sort of "it's not like I actually care" or "I am not being nice, you're just being an idiot"

- He can suck at apologizing unless its towards Asgore because he had to learn the hard way

- His magic smells of rose and cedarwood, while his magic tastes like cinnamon with a hint of peach

- Secretly a huge romantic, he has a whole journal about it he keeps secret

- He became strong to feel like he can protect Red. He's frustrated that his relationship is stunted because of Red

- Likes only evil puns

- Hardly laughs, he snorts instead

- he "hmph's!" and "mwah haw haw's" a lot

- Got his boots from Alphys when she was insistent on him wearing them

- Made his belt after beating Undyne

- Handshakes is what he prefers over fist bumps. Hugs are a rarity with him

- Gloats a lot

- Hates laughing in front of others because he thinks he sounds silly

- He is picky with company once he can allow himself to choose kt

- Hides his face and tries to be quiet when crying, gets frustrated at himself

- Side eyes Doomfanger for no reason

- Would call his lover Dear/My Dear

- Loves gossip and will talk shit

- Has excellent taste above the surface

- He'd never say anything vulgar ever, literally ever

- He doesn't choose to curse and canonically curses the least in UF. Rarely though, he will

- Hates wearing his official armor, only wearing it for official business

- Papyrus absolutely hates Asgore, but respects Undyne too much to outright revolt

- Pitch's room: "Instead of the crossbone poster it’s the infamous “ hang in there !” Cat poster ( sans got for him as a joke ) and next to that is probably a full sized mirror. There’s a picture on the wall with a bunch of knives and sharp objects that were thrown at it. Cant make it out who it is since it’s covered with sharp objects and torn up ( it’s Asgore) . Papyrus would have a coat hanger too with a dark hot pink coat on it." Written and paraphrasing Underfella

- Canonically owns a cowboy outfit

- Pitch is the one who makes the chimichangas that are sold by Red

- Can make a very good high pitched voice impression

- Tried to kill Frisk with a many-layered cheese lasagna which was delicious, but also horrible for their health

- Is the one to protect Frisk when Undyne fights them. Can end with closure or betrayal

- Papyrus is not the lead of the Royal guard, and instead he just handles the front work. [he has never failed any of the work he does]

- Butts heads with Undyne, believing he can surpass her, but then understands why she’s captain when they spar.

- He’s actually almost matched with Undyne’s strength

- A hub for cats

- if you tell him a joke that isn’t evil, he will not understand it

- No one hurts his brother. Ever.

- No one is allowed to interrupt his cooking. He prefers to make spicy meals

- More caring than he realizes sometimes, going out of his way for the others in the house in order to take care of them

- In truth, he envies Cyperus in many ways. He doesn't talk to him about it though

Closing Notes: I think there should be more depth to him beyond being mean or how people made him abusive towards Red. Red calls him Boss and it's something Pitch canonically doesn't care for. He's fun to write about and think on, and I crave more moments of quiet, intimate stuff in fanfics than we get. I love him so much

[scrip-doodles]

Nightmare and his baby gang Chapter 9

Previous chapter

Today was a rainy day just like all the previous days of the week and Nightmare could sense that his boys had enough of staying in the castle all day. He was feeling much better after resting on the couch the other day and the kids behaved well, perhaps they noticed he needed to rest. So he decided to take them to another universe where they could play and make as much noise as possible.

He had chosen a negative universe so Dream or Ink wouldn’t find them and if they did well he was stronger in negative universes so he could protect his boys. The difficult thing here was to find a negative AU where children wouldn’t in danger, at first he was thinking about the surface of an Underfell AU but if the humans weren’t used to monsters they could be violent. He found what he was looking for in a Mafiafell copy. The monsters were on the surface for a while now so he could take his gang outside and like it was a copy it drew less attention than an original. The stars’ sanses shouldn’t be a bother. Perhaps he could take them to Cinno’s AU next time.

Determined to surprise his gang the guardian didn’t tell them anything about where they were going. He wanted to wait for the breakfast to tell them but for that, he needed to wake them up first, and knowing how Killer liked morning as much as him it wouldn’t be a piece of cake. 

When he got to the room and open the curtain the little murderer shrieked and turned his face in his pillow. While his brothers were already up even if one of them (Cross) wasn’t fully awake, the young skeleton was groaning.

“It’s too early for morning…Tell the sun to go away…” Said Killer with a muffled voice coming from the pillow.

“Killer it’s 10 AM I think the sun has all the right to wake you up. Besides, if you don’t wake up, you’ll miss the surprise.”

That made all of his boys look at him with curiosity even Killer turned his head toward him with an impatient smile. Horror climbed in his tentacle to get closer to him and Nightmare wondered if it was like what his mother felt when he and Dream climbed in her branches.

“What kind of surprise? Are we going to play together with new toys?” Asked curiously Cross while Dust was holding his hand, impatient to see what Nightmare prepared for them.

“I’ll tell you downstairs when you will finish your breakfast. Now come with me if you want the surprise to last long we need to hurry.”

Before he could even blink Killer was out of his bed and all of his boys were already on the stairs running to the kitchen. Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to tell them about the surprise when they were still in their room.

“Don’t run down the stairs you’re going to get hurt!” Screamed the guardian to his impatiens boys.

Fortunately, nobody seemed to be hurt when he came downstairs to the kitchen where were all of his gang already setting the table for breakfast. He prepared the food for all of them and got himself a mug of coffee. He could feel all his boys intensely staring at him, waiting for the surprise revelation he was about to do. 

“Okay okay, today we’re going out. I’m taking all of you to another universe so you can play outside and discover more about other worlds”

“AWESOME!!” Screamed Killer and Cross while Dust and Horror had the biggest smile they could on their faces. 

“But before you need to finish your breakfast and dress up, as much as you like them pajamas aren’t for the outside.”

Nightmare didn’t think that his gang, even when they were adults, had prepared themself as quickly as today. He didn’t even finish cleaning the table, they were already back from their room, all dressed up. He cleaned the table, washed the dishes as quickly as possible, and helped his gang with their coat well Horror. The others could do it by themself, Horror had more problems with it due to the hole in his skull. 

He was about to go when he suddenly sensed negativity from one of his boys, Dust. He didn’t understand he was happy before going upstairs, did something happen? It wouldn’t be their first little fight. He softly petted the shy skeleton’s head.

“Everything is okay Dust?” 

The little skeleton tensed when his guardian asked that. He didn’t want him to be worried about him, it was fine, he was used to it. Nightmare didn’t need to worry about it.  He nodded and forced a smile on his face, wanting to reassure the guardian, everything was fine. 

Nightmare wasn’t a fool. He knew something was up with Dust and by the look of the others they didn’t know what was going on. Perhaps Dust didn’t want to share whatever was wrong with them. He could respect that choice. He will ask about the problem when he could be alone with Dust. 

“Alright then let’s go.” Said the negativity’s guardian taking each of his gang members in his tentacles before he jumped into a dark and purple portal.

Dust closed his eyes when he saw the dark portal where Nightmare and they jumped. He could feel the air around him shifting again and again. The temperature went from cold to hot to nice like when it was spring. Everything was turning around him and he didn’t fully notice that he was on the ground when it stopped. The little skeleton watched around him to see his brothers close to a tree. Cross was sitting and it seemed like he was waiting for them. Killer and Horror were not that good and Nightmare was close to them petting their back to help them breathe. He wasn’t feeling great either so he moved to join them but fell on the ground.

“WEAK.” Said a cold and cruel voice that Dust became familiar with in the last days.

Before he could answer the voice he saw Cross’s hand toward him and waiting for him to take it. Which he did. Thanks to his brother he got up and walked to the others that stayed with Nightmare. 

“You too, Dust? Sorry, I should have warned you, portals can make you sick the first time you used them. Don’t worry it will pass.” Said the guardian with a warm smile, it made Dust feel a little better so he hugged the little skeleton knowing that the cold his goop produced could help his boy. 

“YOU KNOW THAT IT'S JUST A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE HE GIVES UP ON YOU RIGHT?” 

Dust tensed as the voice spoke, he hugged Nightmare more and tried to focus on something else so the voice could disappear. They stayed like that for a while and when all of them were feeling better Nightmare took them into the city of the AU. 

Dust had never seen anything like this before, there were Monsters and Humans together everywhere. He was amazed by the size of the town and how many things there were in there, in his old town it wasn’t like this at all.

“DON’T TELL ME YOU’RE AMAZED BY TRIVIAL THINGS LIKE THAT BROTHER?” 

“You’re not my brother…” Whispered Dust to the cruel voice, the little skeleton was shaking a little.

In the last few days, this cold and cruel voice appeared and started to call him a murderer and his brother. He was always saying that he was pathetic and that Nightmare would ditch him away because he was worthless to him. Or that he should kill his brothers or fake brothers like the voice called them. He hated the voice but when he tried to speak about it to Nightmare it said that if he warned the guardian about it he would only end up alone and left behind. So Dust didn’t say anything.

“THIS NONSENSE AGAIN. DO YOU THINK THAT RUNNING AWAY FROM THE PEOPLE YOU HURT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER? PATHETIC.” 

Dust shook his head, he wasn’t a murderer! He would remember if he had killed someone, especially his brother. This voice wasn’t even the voice of one of his real brothers so he shouldn’t care that much. But he couldn’t stop caring… What if the voice was right? What if he was a bad person? Would Nightmare leave him behind? He would if he was Nightmare. After all, if it was true he was a monster, a killer, a bad guy. Who would ever care for him?

“Dust?”

Another voice could be heard but he didn’t listen. One voice was enough he didn’t want more! He closed his eyes not wanting to see anything, he just wanted to be home in his bed under the blanket or in Nightmare’s arms. Where was Nightmare? Did he already leave him?! NO! He could do better he could be better, he wasn’t a bad person. He could prove it…

“Dust listen to my voice okay?” Said a soft and kind voice.

Dust was shaking, the mean voice was laughing at him and it wouldn’t stop. His laugh was all he could hear, he was alone with the voice. They left him just like it said! He started crying and between his hard breathing due to his panic, he was trying to say that he could be good and that he will. 

Then he sensed a cold and familiar sensation around his wrist. It wasn’t violent or hurtful, it was rather soft and kind. When the little skeleton opened his eyes to see what was holding his wrist he saw a dark appendage around it. His vision was still blurry so he only noticed a shape but by the colors of it, he could tell who it was. 

“D-Dad…?” Barely said the hooded skeleton.

Nightmare was looking at his boy like he just saw a ghost. Dust had no such panic attack for a long long time even when the spirit of his brother was still there they weren’t like that. 

The guardian took him in his arms and tenderly cradled him. What just happened to his boy? 

“I’m here okay? Nothing can hurt you when you’re with me.”

Did he get scared because of the humans? He should have thought about that before taking them here. The others seemed fine and he couldn’t sense negativity from them. It should be fine for them.

He sat on the nearest park bench he could find and kept cradling Dust. He took all of them to a park but when the others left him to play Dust stayed. 

At first, Nightmare thought that he wanted to tell him something but then he noticed that the little skeleton was scared to death of something. He’s glad that he told the others to keep playing because now he needed some time alone with Dust. 

“So. Do you want to tell me what happened ?” Asked Nightmare when he sensed that his little boy was feeling better.

“No…You’re going to leave me behind if I do…” Said Dust shaking his head and Nightmare sensed the other’s fear rise again. 

Oh. So he got it now. The only time when Dust thought that the guardian was going to abandon him was when this damn spirit was around. 

“Dust since when are you hearing that voice?” Asked Nightmare who knew that he was right in his suspicion after seeing Dust's expression. 

“Ho-how did you know about the voice…I never-”

 “You should have come to me, Dust…Never listen to that voice okay? It’s wrong you’re wanted here, it’s where you belong so never doubt that.” Gently said the guardian while he was petting the other’s head.

Dust slowly nodded and started crying in the guardian's embrace. He was wanted and home, nobody was going to leave him behind.

“I’m going to take the voice away okay? That way it won’t bother you with his lies anymore.” 

As the guardian just said that Dust started feeling a little fuzzy, the things around him became blurry and he could hear a weird sound close to the one you could hear when you had too much water in your skull or when you were under a big tunnel. And then to Dust's biggest joy the voice slowly disappeared. 

“Here it’s done you won’t hear it anymore”

It was a good thing that Dust’s brother's spirit was constituted of pure negativity that he could absorb and feed. He didn’t know why the ghost was here again but he won’t be back after that Nightmare will make sure of it. Nobody will hurt his boys. He sensed Dust cling to him harder than before, he needed a break after that. When he was about to get up and fetch him something sweet to eat the little skeleton whimpered a little.

“Dad, can we stay like that for now? Please…”

“Of course Dust, anything you need. Just rest for now I’ll take care of everything. The others are just playing in the park so they’re close to you too, don’t worry.”

Nightmare started humming a little song that he used to sing to his brother when he was scared of thunder. Dust needed to feel at ease right now. Fortunately, the little skeleton fell asleep pretty quickly. The guardian was lost in his thought when it hit him. 

Did Dust just call him Dad?!

[ivyprism]

The Wandering SOULs Underfell and Fellswap Red Skeleton Brothers (Info Dump)

Warnings: Mentions of violence and stuff.

Achilles - The Wandering SOULs: Underfell Sans

Personality: He has no recollection of his AU. He's a tough and protective skeleton. He has a harsh exterior but is passionate and flirtatious. He possesses a cool flame-like fury that he never loses unless pushed very hard. He is worried about his friends and family, but he keeps his feelings hidden. He appears to be rude and cold at first, but as you get to know him, he is quite lovely and friendly to you in general. He is a genius who knows it, and he will not let anyone kill him or his family easily. His stern exterior is frequently softened. He bites hard and refuses to back down.

Appearance: He has red eye lights and a large nasty scar on his left eye like an axe came full force at his face. His eyes change from white to orange because his SOUL is damaged. He has a golden tooth.

Pharrell - The Wandering SOULs: Underfell Papyrus

Personality: He has no recollection of his previous AU. He has a prickly and combative demeanor, yet he is more tolerable. He doesn't mind getting his hands dirty and will go to great lengths to protect those he loves. He's a very strong skeleton. Regardless, he exudes majesty and poise. He is both silent and deadly. He's cruel and vicious, but with enough work, you can win him over. He is highly protective of his friends and may act violently to defend them, yet if accepted, he is a sympathetic and loving person. No bullshit will be tolerated by him.

Appearance: He has three large scars on his right eye. The middle scar is the largest compared to the other two. They all reach his cheek and to the top of his skull. He has a scar on his neck. He has deep red eye lights. His eye lights glitch to orange or white.

Pharris - The Wandering SOULs: Fellswap Red Sans

Personality: He has no recollection of his AU. Awkward, harsh, and irritated. He's an irritable, impatient individual. When you get to know him, he is quite nice. He may be unpleasant and gruff, but he is sincere. He is highly protective of his friends and will snarl at anyone who comes too close to them if he believes they constitute a threat. He's always throwing hands and picking fights, yet he's also severe and serious about following rules and laws. He's a jerk to his brother, but he responds, and they adore one other. To be honest, he's a serious individual.

Appearance: He's a skeleton monster. He has blood-red eye lights and a large axe-like scar on his right eye. His eyes change between soft purple and white.

Wolf - The Wandering SOULs: Fellswap Red Papyrus

Personality: He has no memory of his prior AU. He is quite chilly and harsh. He appreciates a nice pun or two. To some extent, he is a flirt, but he mainly keeps to himself. He is rough and ruthless, always going for the throat and never backing down. When he's around someone he considers a threat, he behaves tough and cruel, but believe me when I say he's a decent man. He may fight his brother, but he does love him. When he's extremely close to or dating someone, he's affectionate and loving. He's not polite to individuals he perceives as threats.

Appearance: He is a skeleton monster with a large straight scar on his left eye that seems to be diagonal, but splintering. He has red eyelights that change to orange or white.

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@kioko-noodles / @kiokodoodles @miscneilleaneous @und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut @hearty-dose-of-ranch @buff-borf-bork

[mildcicada]

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[marsy-barsy]

fanart for @eunkimmie​ fic “I like you a latte” 

the fic is so very cute and makes me feel so soft 

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Normally Immy's hair is styled in such a way that her bangs hide her left eye. She's blind in her left eye due to an injury she endured when she was younger.

[qomikun]

Him... 

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

If you're still doing asks for the event, may I request some edge headcannons? Maybe UT and UF Sans as well, but if you have a character limit, Edge please.

Id like maybe a little spice, but whatever you write is fine with me! I love reading what you make.

Undertale Sans - At first, you might find it kinda difficult to see Sans do anything spicy, but he can be very surprising when he really wants too. Like that time he organised a little treasure hunt in the house when you finished by finding him naked in a bathtub of ketchup wiggling his non existent eyebrows at you and with "Bone appetit" writing on the mirror.

Underfell Sans - He's king of spicy. He loves being busy with his partner in a relationship and he is very imaginative. Like that time he organised a roadtrip so you two could have fun in the most weird beds possible all around the world. And even more. You still remember when he invited you to join him in the toilets "in five minutes". You got a little too much excited actually and the crew member had to ask you to please stop all the noise, which was the most embarrassing moment of your life, despite Red thinking it was hilarious.

Underfell Papyrus - The thing with Edge is that he is a gentleman. So he never does something spicy before you two have a proper romantic diner. The other problem of this is that Edge is also terribly impatient. You can tell when he wants to go further when he is staring intensely at your face and not standing in place and pressures you to eat faster because he is literally shaking with excitement. But he will wait because he has standards. That doesn't mean he will stop pressuring you.

[crysta-cub]

Caught in A Blind

Edge and Stretch get into yet another fight during a get together and Stretch storms out. The only problem with that is that they are in Underfell. Edge chases after him before something happens.

Unfortunately it does.

These two must work together to get back to safety. Stretch learns a few things along the way. Pre Spicyhoney relationship type story. 

AO3 Next chapter  So, I have been struggling with this one for a while, I’m sure someone else could have done it better, but I don’t care, I’m writing it to the best of my abilities and that is what you get. Though I’d happily eat up a better version of this story. Cause its my jam and butter.  Originally not suppose to be a ship story, but I couldn’t help myself. 

“GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN YOU USELESS ASHTRAY!”

Two pops of a shortcut.

The sound of someone scrambling to the sink and heaving.

Then the stomping of feet heading to the door and…

SLAM!

No one flinched as Stretch stormed out of the house, using the action over shortcutting to emphasizing his abrupt exit, finally ending the fiery argument. Pans and dishes clattered in the kitchen, replacing the sound of raised voices.

Comic glanced at his cards before looking at Blue. “hit me”

Blue slid him a six of diamonds before glancing at Red.

Red looked at his cards with disinterest. Raising his right hand, Red counted down from three, two, one before pointing at the kitchen door.

The door swings open as Edge storms into the living room, gloves roughly pulled back on as he passed by. Apron, still tied around his midsection, torn off in haste and tossed haphazardly to the ground. “Fucking Idiot Ashtray Forgot He’s In Underfell.” He growled, swaying a little as he slid on his boots and stormed out of the house.

A collected sigh resounded within the group as tension melted from the room. Red tapped his cards, earning him a seven of clubs.

Lowering the Advance Puzzling Guild to Traps, a book Edge had loaned him, Rus looked over to the front door as Doomfanger shifted slightly in his lap to encourage more petting. Rus was more than happy to oblige. “RED, IS YOUR MEDKIT FULLY STOCKED?”

Red grunted, taking a moment to ponder Rus’ question as he munched on a cookie Edge had made earlier that morning. “should be,” Red began, crumbs flying as he spoke. “boss usually keeps it well supplied.” Red swallowed, whipping his mouth with his sleeve, causing Blue to roll his eyelights. “i wouldn’t worry, Boss ain’t gonna harm Stretch. just drag his ass back here.”

“IT’S NOT LAZY-ME I’M WORRIED ABOUT.” Blue and Red glance at each other with raised brow bones before looking back at the taller monster. Rus’ attention is suddenly drawn away from the front door to the kitchen. Putting the book down, he begins to sit up, much to Doomfanger’s rather vocal displeasure. “I SHOULD FINISH UP EDGY-ME’S MEAL. I HAVE A FEELING WE’RE GOING TO NEED IT.”

Sharing another worried glance back at each other, Red and Blue both turn their concerned looks over to Comic, who only offered an unhelpful shrug before showing his cards. “That’s 21, go fish Red.”

“that’s not even the right game!” Red shouts, giving Comic’s shoulder a shove before tossing his cards into the air.

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“fucking dustpan for brains.”

Puffs of air escaped Stretch’s mouth as he stormed through Snowden Forest. His hands dug into his sweater pocket, searching for a cigarette and lighter through the mess of honey packets and random scraps of paper. He grumbled to himself, kicking at the untouched snow, while pulling the found cigarette to his teeth as he leaned against one of the many trees in the area.

“fucking asshole.” Stretch muttered to himself as he lit the cigarette, pulling in the nicotine filled smoke into his chest cavity, soothing his agitated magic. Edge irritated the shit out of Stretch. That monster definitely had a way to keep him on (heh) edge.

“who is he to tell me what to do. he’s the one who came late to the gathering, the one he was suppose to be hosting, smelling of fucking dust, of all things. not even a hello. fuckin’ rude. just went upstairs, changed and barricaded himself in the kitchen. brushing off Blue’s offer to help like that, what fucking nerve.” Stretch sagged against the tree, realizing he was venting to no one, as he exhaled smoke from his nasal aperture.

“FuCK YoU, PapYRus!”

Stretch turned to look towards the offending voice, curious of who would be yelling at him with such venom. Suddenly he got a face full of some dark, slimy muck, causing him to lose his cigarette in the snow.

“the fuck…” Suddenly the substance began to burn at his sockets. Crying out, Stretch’s hands fly to his face to try to remove the muck as he sinks to his knees. The viscous matter stuck stubbornly to his face as he tried to dig it out of his sockets.

Dark chuckles alerted Stretch to the danger he suddenly found himself in. Right, this is Underfell, he should have been more aware of his surrounding. How stupid could he be? His soul began to race in his chest, realization hitting hard. For the moment, he was totally blind and surrounded by an unknown amount of hostile, EXP-thirsty monsters. And on top of it all, he was all alone.

Or was he?

A familiar growl came from somewhere to his left. That direction confirmed as he felt the rush of air as someone ran by him. He could hear two bodies collide, a snapping of a stick, followed by the beginning of a struggle between two monsters.

There was an eruption of yells to his right, causing Stretch to flinch before he scrambled and pushed himself closer to the tree, the only thing he was certain would protect him from any attacks from behind.

“BACK OFF, HE’S MINE!” Stretch heard Edge shout, growls and grunts moving from one area of the clearing to another. A whizzing sound past by his skull, Stretch could only assume was an attack. Stretch couldn’t contain the whimper as he brought his hands up to cover his skull.

“ShoulDa KilleD Meh When yA Had Da ChanCe.” The voice of the attacker called out, sounding further unhinged.

Magic and intent hung threateningly in the air. Suddenly, the scent of spice overwhelmed him as Stretch was all too keenly aware of a large body standing over him, shielding him as he heard bullets rain onto the tree trunk. He could feel Edge’s panting breaths against his temple, hear every slight grunt he made as he was hit by bullet after bullet, before his looming body pushed off of the tree trunk to once again face the attackers.

He could hear each of Edge’s grunts and growls, unable to distinguish if they were from fury or pain. Stretch curled in on himself, wondering if this fight would ever end.

Without warning there was a snap, crunch and a few howls of pain, causing Stretch to flinch from the unseen force, followed swiftly by eerie silence and stillness. The scent of dust hit him like a ton of bricks, making Stretch want to gag.

Seconds, minutes and hours seem to pass at that moment as Stretch sat where he was, listening for any possibility of life. His magic felt frozen in his mana lines as he waited, quickly flooding with relief when he finally heard Edge groan.

When he heard nothing else after, Stretch swallowed down his nervous magic before beginning to cautiously crawl forward where he figured he heard Edge before. “Edge?”

The stars must have granted him luck, for it didn’t take long for Stretch’s hand to land on an arm, a bony arm. He followed it down, first finding the edge of one of those trademarked gloves before reversing and following it up to Edge’s sleeved shoulder. A reminder that Edge had gone out without his normal armor.

“hey, Edge?” Stretch regretted the tremor in his voice as he shifted closer to Edge’s body. He tried to hold down his panic when no response came back, giving the shoulder his hand rested on a firm shake. “Edge, come on lazybones, wake-up.”

A hissing gasp finally came from Edge, followed by a groan as Stretch felt him lean up. “Stretch?” the other sounded off, a little disoriented and a bit too quiet. He felt as Edge’s frame shook as he lowered himself back on the snowy ground. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“yea, kinda agree ya there, wasn’t my brightest of ideas. you ok? you sound terrible.” Stretch rearranged himself into a sitting position, relief flooding through him.

“I’ve dealt with worse than this. What is that on your face?” Stretch can feel Edge leaning up again, probably to get a closer look at the goop. A gloved hand gently touched his face, thumb wiping against the gunk on his cheekbone, sending an unfamiliar, but pleasant, jolt through Stretch’s core.

That was odd.

“fuck if i know.” Stretch began to touch the goop himself, feeling that it was starting to dry. “they threw it on my face when they attacked. it doesn’t burn anymore.”

“It was burning?” There was a hint of concerned alarm in Edge’s voice. “How’s your visibility?”

“honestly, I can’t see a thing.” He doesn’t sound nervous, not at all. Stars, this was seriously not Stretch’s day.

“Shit, we need to get that off of you.” Edge’s shoulder trembled slightly under his hand as the other monster lowered himself back down.Stretch reached up to pick at the gunk only to have his hand snachted and pulled away from his face.

“Don’t pick at it.” Edge warned. “It won’t help.”

And so Stretch waited. There was a sense of hesitation from Edge. After what felt like forever, he heard the resigned sigh, Stretch tilting his head in question towards Edge. “I need you to shortcut us back to the house.”

He was taken aback by the request. Right before storming out like a moron, Stretch had shortcut Edge from one spot of the kitchen to another, just to make the guy puke his soul out. All in the name of spite. And he was willingly asking for another joy ride home. “you sure about that?”

There was a pause, maybe a hint of movement from the others head, before Edge replied. “Yes, it’ll be the safest and quickest way we can get back home. I can handle it.”

Well, that was a lie.

“yea, sure.” Stretch began imagining the Fell brother’s living room, the open spot by the door. Something yanked at his soul suddenly, shocking him out of the shortcut. He felt momentarily dizzy, laying his free hand back behind him, cursing as it landed back in the snow.

“Stretch?” Edge’s sounded impatient, yet concerned, “The shortcut, we have to get home.”

Stretch was bewildered, a shortcut had never failed him before. “i’m sorry, Edge, i… i can’t.” He suck in a deep breath as he finally admitted it. “my magic’s not working”

Stretch felt himself being checked. Edge groaned in what sounded like disappointment, silence lapsed between them once again. Not being a patient monster, Stretch began getting back to his feet, moving his hand down Edge’s arm to his hand, grasping it as he stood. “guess we’re hoofing it, Edgy.”

“WAIT! Stretch, I… ARGH!!!” Edge cried out suddenly as Stretch tried to pull him up, feeling a shift coming from somewhere along the arm causing him to drop Edge’s hand. Edge hissed as he fell back onto the ground and growled through his teeth.

“oh shit! I’m sorry Edge. I didn’t realize…” Stretch returned to his knees, reaching around until his hand rested on the other’s shoulder. Edge was curled in on himself, frame shaking beneath his touch.

“Strrretch.” Edge growled out, taking a few deep breaths, slowly relaxing from the tight curl. “I… I can’t get up.” Stretch barely caught what Edge said, surprised by the lower volume he previously thought would be impossible. A hint of resignation came with the bit of information.

“what?!” Stretch was hoping his had misheard him. “what do you mean you can’t get up?”

“It’s exactly what it sounds like, Stretch.” Edge was beginning to get irritated. “I can’t get up, I can’t… walk.” There was a pause as Stretch let the weight of the situation sink in.

“You’re right though.” Edge’s voice shook him from his thoughts. “We really need to get walking. It’s not safe to stay here.”

Stretch shook his head, “how do you suggest we do that, Edgelord. I’m blind and you can’t walk.”

“Carry me.”

“what?!”

“Don’t make this difficult.” Edge barked, “You’re going to have to carry me back. I'll be your eyes and tell you where to go. However, we are going to have to take the long route around. We can’t go straight through town.”

“niiiiiiiice, the scenic route.” Stretch gave Edge a clever smirk, amused with himself.

Edge only gave him an annoyed grumble. “Stretch, I’m going to need you to trust me here.”

“like I have a choice.” Stretch replied jokingly.

“Stretch…” Seems Edge didn’t take it as such, did his body just tense? “Please, if we’re both going to make it home, you’re going to have to trust me.”

“alright, alright, i got it. i trust you with my life. don’t get your panties in a bunch.” Stretch could feel Edge relax as he reached with his free hand towards where Edge’s legs would be, finding snow at first. Feeling around a bit, he finally comes in contact with the other’s boot. Stretch brow crinkled in concern. He’s a scientist, not a doctor, and even Stretch could tell that one’s ankle shouldn’t be going in that direction. “uh, Edge?”

“Ignore that, Just concentrate on picking me up.” There definitely was a hint of pain in his voice. It was getting easier to pick up on these nuances of the normally unreadable skeleton. Either his sense’s where becoming heighten from being blind or Edge was having a harder time trying to cover how he was feeling. Neither of those options made him all that comfortable.

“what the fuck happened? i know you were fighting but these injuries are a bit extreme.” He glided his hand upwards, finding tears in the infamous boots Edge always wore. Finally finding his knee, Stretch reached under, easing his arm under both legs with Edge’s help.

“I’ll tell you when we get going.” Edge groaned, shifting his uninjured leg to get comfortable.

Stretch carefully began to move the hand resting on Edge’ shoulder towards his back, feeling Edge adjust into a better position. Once his arm was secure around Edge’s back, Stretch shifted his legs to brace himself for the weight he was about to lift. Stretch’s brow crinkled in confusion. “i thought you weren’t wearing armor?”

“Light under armor, hides well under clothes, it’s best to always be prepared.” Edge informed him. Stretch could feel Edge tucking his injured arm against his chest, potentially to prevent Stretch from pressing against it. It was soon followed by a hand of Edge’s uninjured arm grasping onto Stretch’s sweater, making it feel as if Edge would be more secure in his hold.

“huh, even during our get togethers?” He felt Edge shrugged in response. “alright mister prepared, ready?” He could feel the rise of Edge’s chest as he sucked in a deep breath.

“Yes, Just...arrr.” Stretch could feel the air leaving Edge in a groan as he stood, followed by a few breaths coming in pained gasps as Edge trembled in his arms.

“you ok?” Stretch adjusted his hold carefully.

“I’m fine. Just be careful” Edge ground out. “Now, turn to the left a bit. Right there. Now walk forward, take careful steps. And now angle yourself to the right to avoid the tree.”

Stretch followed Edge’s directions, finding very quickly how accurate he was. He hated not being able to see but Edge was quickly proving to be a good guide. Even still, his soul flared with sympathy as he felt every cringe or tremor from the monster in his arms.

Stretch just prepared himself for a long walk.

[nighttimepixels]

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