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popatochisssp · 1 year ago

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off the rails? poppy what else did you do

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Here's the rest of The Court Au. :)

Undertale

House Snowmirth

A respectable family on the low end of nobility. They gained their status as entertainers, most famed for their performances during winter festivals, and there’s a long line of ice-carvers, jugglers, musicians, and more in their humble yet sought-after family.

The last head of the house was less than enthused by their frivolous reputation, an academic who hoped the family name would become synonymous with intelligence and higher education—which he did his best to instill in his only two sons. Results were…arguably mixed, as both certainly grew up well-read and quick-witted, but with little interest in a scholar’s life.

The eldest’s skill at humorous wordplay was fine enough to make King Asgore laugh for the first time since the Queen disappeared, and the younger was inspired by tales of heroism to chase glory of his own as a knight. Alas for their father, but the (metaphorical) blood of the performer runs strongly in them both.

The house crest is depicted as a snowflake, curved as if smiling, and denotes the family motto of ‘Greater Together.’

Underswap

House Starstryke

A noble family, with its standing on the decline. While previously renowned for their brilliant tacticians and wise generals, prolonged peacetimes meant less need of their talents and their relevance at court diminishing by the generation.

The previous head of house did all in his power to regain the prestige he felt they were unjustly losing, seeking connections with many other nobles of higher standing—doing favors, striking alliances, and the like. He encouraged similar behavior in his sons, who both grew to be kind and generous young men…who care absolutely nothing for the standing of their house.

The eldest at least chose to seek some glory in pursuing a knighthood, but insists on earning it fairly, and the youngest has chosen to sidestep any attention at all entirely by shutting himself away to work in the archives, largely unseen. Well…though they don’t seem to care to elevate the family name, they at least seem committed to keeping it a good name and wearing it respectably.

The crest of their house is a shooting star in flight, an emblem of the family motto to ‘Choose Your Moment.’

Underfell

House Helflame

A highly respected, wealthy and powerful noble family, famed for the long line of strong and ruthless soldiers it has always produced for the Emperor’s ranks. Militaristic in nature, all of their line trained from birth with the aspiration to one day fight in the ranks of the Royal Guard…or at least, they did.

The last known head of the house had only two children, who were of course trained heavily in swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat, pit against each other to fight for the glory of becoming the recognized heir to the family name and fortune. Before an heir was declared, however, both sons disappeared, and the fate of the remnants of their glorious house is still a mystery.

In reality, the eldest son denounced the family name and fled, passing over wealth and glory for a simpler life by his own sword. The younger followed after him, still with aspirations to the Royal Guard and to do great and noble things, but determined to pave his own way and not rely on a legacy to win it for him.

The house’s crest is a flaming skull without a jaw, a reminder of the family motto: ‘Show Them Hell.’

Swapfell

House Swiftshield

A high-ranking noble family, in close association with the royal family going back centuries. Their line has been direct servants and protectors to the crown as far as anyone can remember, and the trust and privilege built has elevated them quite highly.

The prior head of the house was fully committed to staying this course and maintaining the close, esteemed relationship with Empress. As such, he impressed upon his sons from a young age that loyalty to the crown was their highest calling, and to serve the Empress should come before all else—wants, needs, and even (especially) their own lives. …It was a terrible shock when he was found murdered, and no culprit was ever caught, but life goes on.

The eldest son followed obediently into the life expected of him and, with the privilege of his house to ease his way, worked his way up through the ranks of the Royal Guard to serve at the arm of the Empress herself. The younger was…not particularly suited to any kind of military service, but instead pursued his personal passions and at least displayed a talent for the arts to make a name for himself.

The crest of the house is an ornate winged shield with a bolt of cloth draped over its corner. The family motto is ‘All For Duty.’

Horrortale

House Pinevale

A noble family, but more in name than anything else—with little wealth or prestige to call their own. Theirs was one of the first families to settle the land when the kingdom was new, explorers and frontiersmen who scouted territory, cleared brush and raised buildings. Well-respected, but mostly by legacy.

The previous head of house was content with this reputation and dedicated himself to a lifetime of humble, loyal service to the King. How successfully he managed the first two is debatable, but he was unquestionably loyal until his (somewhat early) death. It was his wish that his two sons follow in his footsteps and be dignified and morally upstanding members of court, even should their house never gain higher prestige.

The eldest son at least waited until his father’s passing to do away with the pretense of dignity and pursue a career as the court jester, and the younger never made any secret of his aspirations of glory and knighthood over a humble life—but their moral fortitude and loyalty was always steadfast throughout.

This was especially evident when King Asgore was assassinated, among many other casualties, and both brothers weathered the storm of uncertainty that followed in the kingdom. When the king’s successor faltered and made some questionable, consequential judgment calls early in her reign, and there was an argument, and… Well, in the aftermath, both sons showed the dignity of their house in continuing to serve the queen—the elder now in the stables and the younger tending and treating the knights.

Their house crest is a sleeping bear, the line of its back reminiscent of a mountain range, and their motto is to ‘Walk Soft, Hold Firm.’

Undergloom

House Heatherfog

A common house, of neither wealth nor nobility, but even commoners have a care of their legacy. Most of their line were gatherers, herbalists and apothecaries that treated the farmers and peasants in the lower villages. They believed strongly in the power of community and were known for giving aid to anyone in need, regardless of status or ability to pay.

The prior head of the house was fully committed to these ideals and hoped above all else to be able to make a difference in the world, to bring health and joy to as many corners of the kingdom as could be reached. Should his lofty ambitions fall short of his lifetime, he encouraged both of his sons to live their lives the same.

The eldest son, frail since birth, found this path difficult to walk until discovering the contagious joy of music and the ease with which even one so weak as he could make and share it. The younger made slightly unconventional use of the family’s encyclopedic recordings of herbs, making a study of flavor and seasoning in food such that his meals now bring pleasure and comfort to all who partake.

The crest of their house, though they have no signets or shields to engrave it upon, is a simple spiraled cloud. The family motto is ‘See Through.’

Horrorfell

House Bludthorne

A high-ranking, famous—or perhaps, infamous—noble family. Their history is just as full of strong, ruthless soldiers as it is bloody betrayals and backstabbing schemes, the name practically descended into legend for how cold and vicious its members were on and off the battlefield, seeking power by any means necessary.

The last known head of house was no different, a cold and calculating man who saw little merit in emotion or attachment. It was something of a surprise when he admitted to two sons, when most assumed he would rather his proud name die with him than pass it to an unworthy successor—which surely anyone but him would be.

It was perhaps less of a surprise when both his alleged sons vanished one day, leading to some…distasteful speculation about their fate, when really the eldest simply grew sick of his father’s iron fist and fled to make his own way in the world, younger brother in tow. They lived for some time in relative anonymity, as a mercenary and a knight of no particular house.

When Emperor Asgore was assassinated and his successor proved to be both inexperienced and made cruel by grief and anger, the younger son spoke out against her and he—and his brother—were severely punished for the infraction. They kept up the appearance of contrition for some time after, enough to amass and stir a rebellion that would unseat the interim queen and set a new king upon the throne. The elder son, rendered mute and with a feeble hold upon his wild, fighting spirit, was unfit to rule but lives a life of luxury as brother to a king and does all in his power to defend his remaining family. The younger rules still, a stern yet fair king to the realm.

The crest of their house is a rose button knot, tied with thorns instead of rope. Their motto is ‘Drop By Drop.’

Horrorswap

House Stormglade

A lower tier, yet still noble family, comprised of skilled archers and huntsmen who served the crown both in battle and in trapping game. Over time the need for the former diminished and the latter tended to be done only recreationally, leaving subsistence hunting to more common folk the higher into society their name ascended.

The prior head of house saw little value in the old ways and spent most of his time and energy at court, honing social niceties and noble manners to cement his standing as a courtier and cut ties with a somewhat unseemly, rugged past. Still, there were some lessons to be learned from nature—to respect it, to act decisively, to take nothing for granted—and these he passed on to his sons, alongside sparingly few practical wilderness skills, for emergencies.

The eldest son sought a knighthood and the younger favored scholarly pursuits, both entirely respectable paths for the noble courtiers they were intended to be…but fate had other plans. A plague struck the kingdom, brought in by an outsider, and people began to get sick and Fall at alarming rates. No one, not even royalty was exempt, and though their line was nowhere close to succession, the elder son ended up on the throne, completely unprepared for the duty. The younger did his best to support his brother, frequently leaving on trips outside the kingdom to seek food, supplies, and any chance of help for those too sick to do so.

It was during one such absence that the untrained and desperate king made the decision to shut the castle gates and quarantine all who remained…even at the cost of locking his brother out, who hadn’t yet returned. And unluckily, also a disguised witch who came seeking shelter and took great personal offense to being turned away at king’s decree, casting a curse upon him—that his form should be as shifting and wavering as his integrity until he can forgive himself for what he’s done. When the quarantine was lifted and the younger son returned—after much hardship of his own in the wilderness—he found a convalescing kingdom, but no king to rule it, his brother having long since fled in shame.

A regent was left on the throne to rule in his place, and the errant prince’s quest to seek the missing king began.

The crest of this torn house is a lightning-struck tree, boughs in the middle and bolt and trunk above and below, as a mirror. The family motto is to ‘Stand Tall.’

House Moontide

Little is known about this royal house, so old and forsaken that even legends of it have mostly fallen out of memory. Its halls, full of cracked stone and discolored cloth, depict paintings and tapestries of both moon and sea, nereids springing forth from the waves and ethereal spirits descending from lunar light and dancing together hand-in-hand.

The last head of this ancient house, who could have spoke to the meaning of these depictions, translated the strange runes on the walls and in the surviving books, passed on long, long ago, with no heir to succeed them. The land itself has withered and grown barren as the castle has sat empty, awaiting a worthy ruler to sit upon its throne and reawaken the old magic that lies dormant within it.

A stranger has come to the castle keep in recent days, seeking only shelter—but the kingdom’s magic has begun to stir ever so slightly, in preparation for a king who can restore glory to the once grand Moontide house.

The crest of this ageless family is a crescent moon, mirrored by a cresting wave, with stars inside the circle they form. Their long unheard motto is ‘Ebb and Flow’

Horrorswapfell

House Ravenknell

A noble family of high prestige, well-known as trusted scouts and messengers for the royal family since the royal family’s existence. Dedicated, vigilant, and often fleet of foot, their duty has been to serve the crown however they have been needed.

The prior head of house was deeply invested in this reputation, viewing it as a critical stepping stone to maintain should the time ever come that he could…elevate…his status, by alliance or perhaps, by force. By his own boasting, he was quite strict with his two sons, demanding their complete obedience and to see every task, lesson, and trial to the end, no matter the cost. …His sudden death was a surprise but perhaps not very much of a tragedy as he was not well-liked at court (or at home).

He was succeeded by his eldest, who embodied all of his father’s preached values plus a strong love of family, a trait which quite endeared him to the Empress and made his eventual rise to her personal guard all the easier. The younger son, doted upon and left to his own devices took up painting and was actually quite skilled at it. Things went well for a time, and then didn’t.

A dark force set its sights upon the kingdom and took possession of the General of the Royal Guard, using her trusted face to gain access to the Empress, and cut her reign short. Her escape was prevented when the elder son happened upon her, but the ensuing fight blinded and near-mortally wounded him, and many others were injured or killed before she was able to break free of whatever was controlling her. The younger son, as the highest ranking, fully-conscious and able-bodied nobleman left ordered the portcullis dropped, no one in or out of the castle walls until they could all be sure it was truly safe.

When the erstwhile Emperor Asgore heard of what had happened and returned from exile, he was all too gratefully returned to the throne and normalcy—or a semblance of it—began to resume. The older son, no longer fit to fight in the Guard himself, found new purpose in training soldiers and knights to serve in his stead, and the younger took up a guard duty of his own standing sentry on the wall, vigilant to prevent future threats to the kingdom.

The house crest is a raven in flight, beak open to call out. Their family motto is ‘Watch Close, Fly True.’

Gastertale

House Driftwind

The history of this house is particularly odd…in that it seems to have no history. It’s strangely absent from all court genealogies, even under misspellings or in records thorough enough to outline the detailed lineage of a common-born ditch-digger from five generations back.

The previous head of this house…was not, actually, the head of this house, because it didn’t exist until quite recently—but he did exist, at least until he didn’t. He was a nobleman, of minor standing, unmarried or otherwise partnered, and the thought that he might pass on as the last of his house—the last of his very species—both alarmed and upset him. He sought to make a legacy on his own, using unconventional magic to make more skeletons of himself. He’d hoped for children, but what he got was…split.

The twin sons of the house which does not actually exist were born as half-grown youths, with jumbled memories and in an estate actively burning to the ground with a strange, unearthly magic fire. The moment they stepped free of the crumbling manor, they forgot it, as if it had simply been removed from their minds. It was all quite odd and upsetting but the two young men—sans any family to call on, or even a scrap of papyrus to write for aid, if they had—hatched a plan to build (or rebuild?) a life for themselves.

The shorter twin found he had a talent for charming and making friends of even the most standoffish of people, and the taller a gifted logician with an impeccable grasp of etiquette and proper courtly manners. Between the two of them, they made a house of their own and passed it off to those at court as truth. The story of a burned estate (which somehow felt right) and ruined belongings earned much sympathy, and many courtiers allowed them use of rooms for a time, invited them to feasts to take their minds off the trouble, introduced them to other sympathetic nobles—all the way up to the king himself, who especially favored the taller twin’s wise advice, and now they’ve all but made it as the real deal, a noble family.

The crest they long ago decided on for their house, and are finally having properly cast as seals and signets and embroidered into finery, is a balanced scale with ringing bells and trumpeting horns to either side. The motto of their very small family is ‘In Fair and Foul.’

Transcendtale

House Fallowkeep

A lowly ranked family, not far from commoners. Primarily known as guards and watchmen in the lower towns, minding fields and livestock from predators and thieves, their history is far from glamorous but still worthy of some respect for their role in maintaining order.

The last head of house was not entirely pleased with their lack of standing, but was largely resigned to it and realized the folly of looking a gift-horse in the mouth—or more plainly, of taking their relative comfort for granted and risk losing it entirely by trying to scrabble for more, and more, and more. He counseled his children to strive for excellence as what they were, and to not reach too far beyond their station.

His eldest managed to both obey and disobey this directive as a mere insouciant jester, but to the highest authority in the land, and his younger openly dismissed the idea of not aiming too far above his station by seeking a knighthood. Still, their ambitions carried them well and they were happy, until they weren’t.

A necromancer besieged the kingdom one day, slaying all in their path and resurrecting all they killed to serve in their army of the undead as mindless slaves. Only the jester was spared—an act of cruel humor—and escaped to find the court physician who had only just missed the slaughter by a day’s travel. Together they found a cursed tome of the same dark magics the necromancer used, a slim chance to undo what was done…that only one of them had the nerve (or lack of care for the fate of his soul) to take.

The former jester became a death wizard himself, turning his bones to cold iron and giving his soul for the power to wrest control of his felled kingdom away from the necromancer and revenge his loved ones. After, their bodies died again, properly this time, but their spirits—warped and altered by death and resurrection—did not die, made capable of persisting after death as human souls sometimes do. The kingdom, including a delighted invulnerable phantom knight, chose to remain in the land of the living as a haunted ghost kingdom, and continued life mostly as normal…just, now technically dead.

The family crest of the fallen jester and ghost knight is the skull of an ox, draped with sacrificial tassels. Their motto is ‘Bounty From Barrens.’

Ascendswap

House Morngleam

A highly respected and highly wealthy noble family, built by merchants, bankers, and tradesmen, all renowned for keen intuition and a drive that never quit. Somewhat lavish in matters of taste, they’re nonetheless known to be honest and of excellent character which has brought them quite far in the world.

The last head of house was a proud man, bordering on boastful and often going on about the great glory of his house (to many sighs and rolling eyes), but he never spoke falsely. His sons were raised to be proud and confident in all that they do, and to strive to add their own great deeds to the many that adorn their illustrious and distinguished name.

The eldest son sought to serve the kingdom as a knight someday, and the younger thought the archives would be a noble, if humble, pursuit…and this is where fate found them when the kingdom came under siege by a great and powerful army. Queen Toriel bravely resisted the invasion and for a time, her forces held ground, but soon—overwhelmed by numbers and tireless warring—they were forced to retreat behind the castle gates and attempt to withstand the war of attrition brought to their doorstep.

Mere weeks away from being starved out and forced to surrender, the squire snuck out of the castle, willingly risking life and limb to seek aid for the kingdom. Though he avoided detection in his escape, he had little success finding allies willing to fight the enemy he described…until a strange feeling compelled him along an untrod path, deep into the heart of the forest, where a faerie ring lay awaiting. Entering, he found the Summer Court—faefolk—willing to lend their aid, at a price, and only should he bring his monarchs to them to pay the same.

Returning to the kingdom, fae-touched and stranger than when he left it, he managed to convince the queen to come along and with help, even tracked down the estranged king too—but that ‘help’ who insisted on coming along (his brother, the Captain of the Guard, the court physician) cost him a greater price than he had already promised to pay… Still, bargains were struck, alliances made, and the kingdom freed itself from the siege, with very few Affected by the fae. No longer a fighter but with a strange sight and a keen sense of the world’s energies, the former squire now serves the queen as a mystic, and the bookish scholar has followed a new attunement to the wilds and keeps the falcons of the crown.

The crest of their house is a half-sunburst, reminiscent of the early hours, and their motto is ‘Chase The Dawn.’

Underfell Fruition

House Warhart

A common house, populated mostly by rangers and mercenaries in years past. At times they’ve been wealthy and had some measure of respect approaching nobility, but these times coincided with skirmishes and conflicts which required their skill—and peace has reigned for many decades now.

The last head of this house was greatly dissatisfied with the state of things and believed it was his purpose to elevate their name to—and beyond—the glory it had once held. Seeing an avenue to assert himself as a powerful figure, he turned to religion, preaching to those who believed that an Angel of legend would come and lead the kingdom to peace and prosperity the likes of which it had never known. He told all in the congregation he presided over that the coming of The Angel was soon, and when they came, their followers would be called to fight, conquering all who chose other beliefs and bringing peace by means of hard-won war.

He had two sons by this time, the first sickly and weak, and the second healthy and strong. The elder son was expressly vocal in his disagreement with his father’s ideals and the way he was manipulating the townspeople for his own benefit…and for this, he was thrown into an oubliette, left to wither and starve on meager rations tossed down to him sparingly while his absence was explained by ‘divine illness,’ punishment for his heresy. The younger son, around the same time as his brother fell ‘ill,’ was sent away to train with the militia—a show of his father’s faith in what he preached that he would even give his own son for the cause.

The imprisoned son survived in captivity, growing attuned to the magic in the very earth and air around him and even learning to draw upon it to sustain himself when he may have otherwise perished. His brother adapted to the grueling training regimen he was subjected to and became the star soldier of the zealots’ army, the strongest, fastest, and most obedient of their number.

When the Royal Guard came to investigate the rumors of a military cult forming in an outlying village of the kingdom, the cult’s leader was dispatched and all prisoners freed—including the brothers. The elder found a niche performing in the court of the Emperor whose forces ended his stay in the ground, and the younger became a carpenter’s apprentice, seeking a constructive trade as far from making war as could be.

The crest of their house is a stag with its head lowered to charge. Their motto is ‘To The Last Man.’

Swapfell Fruition

House Nyteblade

A house of great wealth and means, but little social clout…at least, as far as is public. Their line is known to run in one of two directions: recluses and bon vivants, with little variation. What they all have in common, unbeknownst to the court at large, is a hand in shady dealings, from theft to reconnaissance to assassination and everything in between—all in the service of the crown. To maintain secrecy, they could never be acknowledged openly for the work they’ve done but have always been rewarded well to live comfortably and maintain cover.

The now-late head of house was a diligent and ruthless spymaster for the Empress and pulled the strings of all his clandestine assets as deftly and nimbly as any harper, a true master of the web he’d woven… Though, perhaps too tangled in it to realize the folly of raising two sons to follow in his ruthless, underhanded dealings, sons who feared and hated him in equal measure.

Following their father’s untimely death, the eldest son succeeded him directly, taking control of the underground network that had been built to serve Empress Toriel and continuing to use it for exactly that purpose, business as usual. The younger son, well-practiced in espionage and assassination, maintained a cover as a roguish devil of a courtier with time and money and little care to how he spent either…Perhaps not so much of a cover, but a very easy reputation with which to do his job.

The removal of their father was the turn of the hourglass, however, and gave them a limited time to make arrangements to be out of the picture before the killers and assassins under them followed in their footsteps and tried to remove them the same way. Choosing a suitable mark, the ruler of a neighboring kingdom, the younger employed his considerable powers of seduction and won a marriage proposal to bring him—and his brother—far, far from the reach or care of conspirators he was no longer in the way of.

The crest of the house the youngest son left behind, that the eldest still bears is a pair of crossed stiletto daggers with ornate grips. Their motto was ‘From Shadow, Glory.’

House Wulfmaw

The royal family of a middlingly prosperous kingdom, availed of decent resources and power, but suffering from…mismanagement. The line is mostly known as drunkards and adulterers and warmongers—but not in any of their hearing, as they’ve also been known for their hot tempers.

The last monarch on the throne was no exception to the reputation of their family, spending poorly and skirmishing often with neighboring kingdoms over territory, to say nothing of many, many diplomatic incidents caused by poor manners with dignitaries at court.

No one was especially surprised when the monarch chose a low-ranking foreign nobleman of…not dissimilar temperament to be their prince-consort. It was a bit of a surprise when the monarch passed, though the suggestion that ample wine and poor decisions may have been the cause made sense of that. It was certainly strange when none came forth from the proper line of succession and the prince-consort became the crown-prince, but…

Frankly, the new prince was a decidedly cooler head upon which to rest the crown, with a much better grasp of diplomacy and charm than any monarchs in living memory. A bit of a philanderer and a shirker, with a tendency to flounce off seeking pleasure over duty, certainly, but the brother he brought with him does a decent enough job wrangling his larking about and seems to keep things running smoothly. It seems…for the best, to let things continue as they are, and perhaps have a kingdom which can be taken seriously by the other realms, maybe even respected.

The crest of the family is the head of a wolf with its jaws open in a snarl. Their motto was, and is ‘Swallow Mercy.’

Descendtale

House Blackroot

A common family, little more than simple farmers who tended the land and reaped the fruits (and vegetables) of their labor. All among their number were hard-working, salt of the earth folks who had little money and next to no prestige to their name, but plots of land to sow and (usually) enough to go around.

The last patriarch of the family was hardened and embittered by a life of labor he had never wanted and dreams he was never able to achieve for himself. To his sons, he left the lesson that there isn’t a thing in life that will simply be handed over for nothing, and to grip onto whatever you get with both hands.

Both of his children took the lesson to heart, and the elder studied and honed his humor until he was good enough to perform in the royal court for the king himself, and the younger spent countless hours training mind and body to have a chance at becoming a fully-fledged knight of the realm. They lived well, comfortably above their social station for many a year.

Things changed when a stranger came to the kingdom one day and snuck into the royal vaults beneath the castle, where many powerful artifacts and beautiful treasures were stored. They took only one small thing, a token said to grant prosperity to those who hold it…at the cost of unleashing a great darkness upon the land from which it is taken. In the wake of the theft of this cursed totem, a perpetual night fell across the kingdom and its borders were ringed with sharp and wicked thorns—penning its inhabitants in. King Asgore attempted to tear through the briars as they began to grow in, devouring the kingdom like a living thing, but the prick of their thorns caused a deep and deathly illness and he passed quickly after that.

The Queen burned her way through—a passage which grew over completely in only days—and ruled in his stead, adapting the kingdom to survive in permanent night. The people slept in strange patterns, ate what crops would still grow in darkness, and simply...carried on.

The former jester quite lost his good humor and began to manage the dungeons as they filled up with treasure-seekers come to look for more artifacts like the one that was famously stolen from a cursed kingdom where there was surely no one left to protest—grave-robbers in intention, if not in truth. The aspiring knight found greater purpose in trimming back the perpetual growth of the evil thorns at their border, preventing risk to others who could scratch flesh upon them and fall gravely ill, perhaps die…and of course to keep the castle and its nearest surrounding lands from being lost to those who still must live there. Like himself!

The crest of their family is a tree of life, centered more on the roots than trunk or boughs, and ringed by an ouroboros. Their motto is ‘Dig In Deep.’

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magic-hcs · 1 year ago

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Can I have a lil scenario of all my favorite things combined? 👀

Charon + meeting soulmate + ANGST 😈

PS: I absolutely adore your blog, your energy and writing always make my day 🥰

of course you can my dear anon! I loved writing this and accidentally wrote more than I thought I would. I hope you like it!

And Oh god, when i tried to save it to edit it a bit more on a different device it got deleted and i was about to yeet my laptop into space, and rage quit for a while (since I'm still healing from that writing burnout) and cry, luckily search history didn't let me down and I took back everything I just wanted to do in anger and sadness. deadass I copy and pasted everything I edited on a doc before trying anything again. So truly I hope you all enjoy!

Charon: Underfell Papyrus

warnings: angst, no comfort, Charon is rude, instant regret, first words are written on the body, maybe more

Time to cast some magic and see what we'll get!✨

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Charon: Ever had the feelings of regret becoming so strong it makes you bend your back at the sudden weight that whacks you upside the head and rams into you like a train?

Today had been one hell of a rough day. Despite the urge to scream his frustration to the heavens, he pushes on. He had to go shopping for dinner tonight, Charon refuses to do takeout. Healthy food made by Charon is superior to the sort of grub those order places serve up any day of the week. So to the store Charon goes, feeling like even the slightest inconvenience would set him off. Right when Charon couldn't find a specific ingredient a human walks up to him. you opened your mouth but Charon was faster.

"GET LOST HUMAN" Charon barked in your face. Hoping that you would leave him alone after this. But the reaction that he received from you wasn't you scuttling away in fear, or a face frowned in anger. Instead, it was a face of expected shock and unexpected devastated sadness mixed with resignation. Charon noticed your eyes were close to tears as you avert your gaze. With a sniff you roll your shoulders and straighten your back, as if wanting to push through some unbearable hardship. "Alright," you mumble, sniffing one last time and turning to the aisle they both were next to. "I'll get these myself then..." Right as you reach out your arm to grab at the can standing way too high up for your reach, Charon sees it: There on the inside of your arm where the ink black words spelling out in Charon's font 'GET LOST HUMAN.' And a realization hits Charon immediately after. On his own body, the words you had just uttered to him start to pleasantly tingle. Those words had given hope to Charon to find his soulmate. It was supposed to be wonderful to you too...But it brought you only heartache for so long long. It was supposed to be an incredible unforgettable thing. Now it just makes Charon sick. And it feels as if a train rams into him and slams down upon his back. Charon almost stumbles.

He unwillingly watches you strain your arm trying to reach that stupid can standing so high upon the shelf, watches your face be furrowed at the brows, and your resilient eyes desperately keeping the frustrating tears at the bay, sees the way you clench your jaw, holding in so much, throwing up a wall of pretense nonchalance. Charon begs himself to avert his gaze, begs his body to tear itself from the ground and to turn and never come back, begs for a time machine and redo it all over, begs for something, anything at all.

…

Your frustrated huff and a whispered “Goddammit" unshackled him from the confines of his stupor, making him reach out a hand that halts before even getting far. Mouth open but no noise comes out.

What could be done or said to undo a wrong that had been hurting you every day, an ugly reminder of how you’d never get to have a beautifully romantic fated meeting like how it was supposed to be.

…

The answer is simple; he can’t.

With a small flick of his phalanges the can behind the one you were reaching for gets illuminated by magic, and softly pushes the can in front of it. Inching it slightly over the board, right at the exact moment your fingers reached just below it. You tilted it from its perch, grabbing it just before it could fall. Charon turned away, swallowing down the knot that had formed inside his nonexistent throat.

“My Behavior Was Uncalled For, I Apologize.”

You turned to the voice that spoke up, expecting to see the skeleton man standing next to you. Only to find your eyes meeting a receding back.

Every step was a stab to the soul, clenching his teeth tighter, one would worry they’d crack. Your soft sniffles, the resignation on your face, it burns inside his mind, forcing him to watch it again and again. You didn’t deserve this. You didn’t deserve what has been done to you. What he has done to you.

The deepest part of him, the kindest part of him that he’s been hiding for so long wants to turn around and run to you. It wants to hold you, beg for forgiveness and swear that’ll hell do good, that he won’t ever treat you like that again.

But that would be selfish.

Once outside, Charon leans against the nearest wall and a shuddering breath leaves him. Subtly gripping the fabric of his clothes right above where his aching soul is located. Who would have thought that the pain he experienced the moment he got his trademark scratch mark across his socket would ever be surpassed?

A humorless chuckle leaves Charon. He shakes his head, pushing air past his teeth, forcing himself to be grounded, to get it together. Ignoring the ache he takes a few steps before realizing a big fact.

He had left his basket behind…and there were no groceries at home…and going back there, chancing seeing you again was not something Charon was looking forward to.

…

A big sigh leaves him.

It looks like takeout would have to do today…ugh…

BONUS:

Lounging on the couch, staring at a true crime documentary on tv is Red, scratching a sharp phalange along his teeth. There’s a bored scowl on his face, the constant loud tick tocks of the clock hanging on the wall deepens the frown. A few seconds pass. Red ‘tsks’ and snatches the remote to turn up the volume once more. He throws the remote back on the couch, in reach, as if he knew he would use it again at any moment.

Red started to tap his phalange at the small gap between his golden tooth and the other normal ones. An unconscious snrrk fills the room as Red can already guess what Charon would say when he sees what his older brother is doing.

‘Brother, If You Continue That Horrid Habit Of Yours You’ll End Up With Two Golden Teeth Instead Of One.’

His imaginary brother’s nagging sounds as irritating as the real deal.

Another snort leaves Red. A few seconds pass and this time it’s a huff before red eyelights flit over to the clock.

Two hours and thirty minutes.

It’s taking way too long. Red shakes his head. Stomping the thoughts away. A few minutes later the door clicks open and Red refuses to admit that the phalange that he had been jagging between his teeth slipped from his mouth, and that his shoulders had sagged at the noise of the familiar steps of Charon’s boots.

“lemme guess, couldn’t decide which fuckin’ salad dressing to take this time?” Red snarked over his shoulder, when he got no reply his shoulders bobbed in silent chuckle. Thinking the silence was just Charon refusing to go along with Red’s bicker he continued on. “boss, i swear, they all taste the freakin’ same.”

Still no reply. Red’s grin wavered slightly. “bro?” The steps thud up the stairs and there’s an uncharacteristically quiet click of a door. The once disappeared scowl returns in the shape of a confused and slightly concerned frown.

…

“…what in the fuck?”

Now, there is an unspoken ground rule in this house. A boundary none of them have crossed before.

Never enter the other’s room without the other’s knowledge or permission

Red has been knocking on this door for the last six minutes or so, at first asking in the form of jabs like “are ya cryin’ like a babe in there?” It got no indignant shriek from the other side of the door. So it was time to change tactics.

“do i need ta dust a fucker?” No harrumph of “I Don’t Need You To Do My Dirty Work, Brother. I Am Not Weak.” Or something along the likes. Just absolute silence.

…okaayy…something’s up.

“should i whip some up..?” Red refused to admit that slight worried crack in his voice. There was shuffling in the room, however, not one reply was made. “…bro…?”

….

never enter eachother’s room without permission.

…

’fuck it.’

Red shortcuts inside Charon’s room. Ready to be shouted at. Prepared to dodge some objects being hurled at him. But nothing came. Just this deafening quiet. Red finds Charon siting on his bed, knees tucked to his chest, arms dropped next to his side like a ragdoll having lost its strings keeping its arms alive.

“bro?” There are no tears, no grinding of the teeth, no frown or any indication or trace of any emotion at all. The look in Charon’s sockets terrify Red. Mostly because there is no look. It’s empty, vacant of eyelights, devoid of life. And he’s staring straight through Red, as if he’s not even there.

A chill shoots through Red's spine, making him shiver as if something’s crawling along his back. Red rushes towards his brother. Grabbing him by the shoulders and giving him a shake. “bro?” He shakes some more. “bro, fuck off this ain’t fuckin’ funny.” The voice sounds nothing like Red. It’s desperate. A humorless chuckle that sounds more like a manic cackle filled with nerves fills the room. It sends Red’s soul racing, not realizing it was him making the sound. “charon-“

“…” Everything freezes. Red freezes. It was so quiet.

“what?” Its a gasp that leaves Red. The mumbles start up again. Charon’s head tilts slightly. Red just knows that his brother’s empty sockets are now looking at him. “…messed…ed..”

“what?” Its the only thing Red finds in his current vocabulary. He leans closer towards Charon. “…i messed up, red…”

It’s quiet for a long time. Red swallows. “…wh-what didya mes-mess up, bro?” Red finally asks, nervously stumbling over his words. He watched as Charon tilted his head slightly down towards his collar bone.

the place where the words proudly been tattooed on.

Red’s eyelights shrink. It couldn’t be…

“messed everything up…”

oh. no…

Red felt his non-existent stomach drop. And it kept dropping.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.

#undertale #papyrus #magical prompts #sans #undertale x reader #papyrus x reader #undertale hc #underfell #underfell sans #underfell papyrus x reader #underfell papyrus #underfell x reader #soulmate au #angst #no comfort #Charon

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imtrashraccoon · 10 days ago

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Hey Fren~

You have any good underfell papyrus story recs? Or maybe... some snippets of your own~

Hey you! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I sat on this ask for a bit as I wasn't sure how to answer. I've been a bit too busy to really sit down and look for Underfell Papyrus fics so I wouldn't really be able to recommend anything that hasn't already been recommended by others.

However, I have been in the mood to write for my favourite skellie as of late and since I'm planning on rewriting this anyways to fit a new setting idea I had, here is a snippet of something I wrote. For context, this is from my upcoming Underfell fic, Fractured Souls, and MC's first conversation with Scar.

You quietly stood up and moved to the entryway to the living room. You weren't even sure why you were doing so, but maybe you were sort of apprehensive or a little bit curious? You didn't know exactly and you weren't going to dissect your own feelings right now. You had a small kernel of bravery at the moment and you were going to act on it.

Papyrus was somehow even taller than Sans and although you couldn't tell exactly how much taller he was since he was sitting down, you estimated he could be at least a foot taller than his brother. He also looked completely different from Sans in the sense that while Sans was stocky and broad, Papyrus was sort of angular and lanky. You could still tell they were brothers since there was enough familial resemblance, but you almost had to squint to see it.

Papyrus had red eyelights as well but they were a slightly different shade than Sans', maybe scarlet was a good word to describe them? He also had sharp teeth like Sans, although his jaw was shaped differently and he didn't have a gold tooth. Instead, Papyrus had two jagged gashes that passed through his left eye socket which you estimated were between four and six inches long. Papyrus seemed to dress differently than Sans did, as in he looked more formal, and you got the impression that he was a bit of a stickler for appearances. He was currently wearing a red and black checkered shirt with the top button undone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of black slacks.

Although his attention was on the television when you paused in the entryway to the living room, Papyrus noticed you almost immediately. His scarlet eyelights flicked to you and his eye sockets narrowed slightly as he took in your appearance. A few seconds passed before he finally spoke.

"So, You Are The Human Sans Brought Home..."

You frowned slightly at his cold tone but he wasn't being outright hostile so you were grateful for that at least. He seemed to be testing the waters and trying to gauge what you were like if you were to wager a guess.

"Yes, I am. You must be his brother, Papyrus?" You asked and although your voice was quiet, you were still feeling brave which helped keep your tone even.

Papyrus nodded curtly and he hit the power button on the tv remote. The buzz of the television faded instantaneously as Papyrus angled himself to look at you properly, although he remained seated.

"Come Here, I Want To Talk To You." His voice was still cold as he spoke and he motioned for you to sit next to him on the couch.

You obeyed and, although you were cautious, you moved to the couch and sat down, keeping as far away from Papyrus as you could without appearing rude. You could feel your heartrate increase and you folded your hands in your lap nervously.

Papyrus studied you for a moment before he spoke, "Sans Told Me A Little About You But I Got The Impression That You Didn't Tell Him Much To Begin With. So, I Want To Know Your Story. Tell Me About Yourself..."

"It's...difficult to talk about...but I will try," you said as you fiddled with the hem of the shirt you were wearing.

Papyrus leaned back against the couch cushions again, looking the very picture of relaxed but attentive, and motioned for you to continue. You couldn't meet his gaze and the intensity of his scarlet eyelights on you wasn't helping to soothe your nerves.

"I am an experiment to put it frankly. I wasn't privy to much of the details surrounding all of it but I have an idea of what they were trying to accomplish. I don't know what the public's opinion on monsters is right now, but for the entire time I was in the facility, I didn't encounter anyone who seemed to have a positive opinion of them. From my understanding, monsters have magic and are generally physically stronger than humans, which was a pretty contentious subject with the humans that interacted with me."

You paused to take a few deep breaths and stared down at your hands. "I am one of several humans that they were trying to turn into...weapons... I'm not sure if my powers are actually magic, or if it's something else entirely, but they were ultimately forced onto me. I never had a say in the matter and well, I'm not sure if my life would've been better or worse without them..."

Papyrus was silent as you trailed off but when he did speak, it was a bit more subdued although still cold in tone. "What Can You Do? As In, Your Magic Or Powers As You Referred To Them As."

You chanced a glance at him for a brief moment before returning your gaze to your lap again. "I'm pretty weak if I'm being honest...that's why they were getting rid of me. I couldn't make anything that could kill, no matter how much they wanted me to..."

Annnnd gonna cut it off there... Wouldn't want to spoil the entire premise now, would I? (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

#answered ask #undertale #underfell #fractured souls #i think this scene is too wordy if that makes sense #too much exposition makes me cringe #and while sans is technically the love interest past me couldn't help herself #papyrus you handsome devil #i'm sure that won't end up being an issue...#not sure how much of this scene will stay intact as my plan is to change how mc meets sans #add more depth as it were #the pacing for the following chapters is also pretty bad imo #so i plan to fix that as well before posting #with how things are going you lovelies are going to know more about scar than crimson #not that that's a bad thing #i love my bois equally!

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capricioussun · 2 months ago

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There had been this silly idea I'd wanted to write as a fic or a comic a while ago, but never got around to it, so I'm making it a post.

Underfell, of course. Papyrus wants to impress Undyne, tries his best to prove he’s cut out for the position as her Lieutenant, but she doesn't take him seriously at all. He’s strong, no doubt about it, but he bends rules and shows obvious reluctance to do things he needs to as a Guard. She gets it, she does, but he’s just...too soft.

She gives him increasingly time consuming tasks on top of his daily work to "test him", but really, she's just keeping him, and all of his suggestions and offers, out of her hair. Eventually, though, one of them gives her an idea.

Asgore had off handedly mentioned building some sort of torture chamber to get information out of particularly stubborn traitors, so when it's one of the things Papyrus mentions, she snags it. Agrees with him, and gives the go ahead to convert his shed into a "torture chamber". Surely that will keep him busy.

And sure enough it did. Only for a week though, but hey, not too bad considering she's pretty sure that kid doesn't even sleep. He's excited to show her, adding it's not completely finished, but he's quite proud of how it's coming along.

She thinks she's humoring him more than anything, even a little curious what someone like Papyrus would consider torture. Strapping someone to a chair and making them watch anime? Of course, once they get there and he enthusiastically throws the door open, her jaw drops.

The shed seems weirdly bigger on the inside than it looks, and the whole thing is meticulously set up into "sections", a large "tool wall" set up along the wall next to the door. The...devices? in each section look like they could give Jigsaw nightmares, and the whole thing is starkly contradicted by Papyrus standing in a clear spot, hands on his hips, watching her with obvious excitement.

He quickly continues on in his rambling, talking about how he'd designed this and that himself, how the pieces for this had been a bit tricky to find, so he'd had to improvise, mentioning a few of the missing things he needs to complete it. And everything functions of course, he's done significant testing for maximum efficiency!

She has no idea what he means by that and does not want to ask. She still didn't make him Lieutenant right away, but she definitely wasn't quite so worried about him being too soft for it anymore.

#def not canon to my own uf since mines a bit darker and papyrus is very reluctant abt being a guard #but in a lighter version. maybe orangefell?#I love versions of uf where they're not too far off from ut. esp when papyrus is still very papyrus but trying hard to be Villaincore lol #overcast moonlight #instead of sun spots bc it feels less like hc and more just a silly one shot yk #underfell #uf edge #uf levi #underfell papyrus #underfell undyne

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writingutshipficscuzimbored · 3 months ago

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An Unholy Alliance

Fandom: undertale AUs

AUs: underfell & storyfell

Ship: uf!Sans x ssf!Chara

Chapter Six (FINAL): Radix Malorum Est Cupiditas

Chara raises their knife, pointing it at Sans, nether of them breaking eye contact.

“Think about this, Sans. Please.” Chara begs, breaking the silence. “I know you want me to stay with you forever.” They begin, a look of sorrow taking over their face, “but we both know that’s not a possibility… so please… just back down.”

Sans sighs, summoning more bones behind him. “i’ve thought about it plenty, sweetheart. and i’ve made my decision.” He states. “i don’t want you to stay… i need you to stay. i can’t imagine living another day in a world without you.” He adds, taking a step forward, “come on, we don’t ha-”

“ENOUGH, Sans!” Chara yells, cutting him off. “I’m not backing down, and that’s final!” Chara pauses as their arm begins to shake, “Now… Make. Your. Choice.” They demand, voice shaky, all through gritted teeth.

The pair stand still in complete silence for several moments, until… Sans attacks, sending a conglomerate of sharp, red bones towards Chara.

Chara scatters themselves, reforming several meters away from Sans. They summon several circles of flower petals around Sans, who teleports out of the way each time.

Sans counterattacks, summoning five red blasters, aimed at Chara; who dodges out of the way, sliding under the energy beams.

The two stop attacking and face each other once more, “I don’t want to hurt you, Sans! This is ridiculous!” Chara yells in protest.

Sans takes steps towards them, “i thought you loved a fight? what’s with the change up?” Sans asks mockingly

Chara growls through their gritted teeth. “The difference is that I love you, moron.” They rebuke, standing up straight. “And because of that, I don’t desire to do you harm!” They explain.

Sans lets out a half laugh, “funny, cuz…” his eye begins flashing once more, “that’s the reason i keep going.” He adds, before attempting to throw Chara into a wall with telekinesis.

Chara begins to counter by locking themselves in place with vines, but is interrupted when Sans summons a wall of sharp bones beneath them. They use a vine to launch themselves in an opposite direction, still getting clipped by a few of the bones in the legs.

They summon a massive swarm of vines and petals aimed at Sans, who expertly maneuvers around them. Summoning red bones and blasters to attack Chara.

Chara scatters into vines, and digs themselves into the ground, reforming next to Sans and attempting to slash at him.

Sans teleports away, rapidly summoning sharp bones where he stood, managing to stab Chara in the stomach. “you really think i don’t know yer tricks sweetheart?” He asks demeaningly, “give up, you can’t win.”

Chara rips the bone out of their body, as the wound heals itself. “That what they all say. And they’re always wrong.” They respond, with a scowl.

Sans' cocky smile returns, as he reaches into his pocket with his left hand, grabbing ahold of a small remote. “maybe that’s true. but those sorry sons of bitches don’t know you like i do.” He responds, before pressing a button on the remote.

The moment he presses the button, the beautiful collar he gave to Chara, suddenly—and violently—detonates. Tearing a massive chuck of flesh out of Chara's neck, almost entirely obliterating their jaw, and causes them to collapse on the ground.

Chara, unable to speak only lets out noises of pure agony, shock, despair, and hatred, as their vision fades.

“remember what we said? that collar proved that you were mine. good to know it fulfilled that role to the end.” Sans says, before summoning an immense amount of bones, tearing Chara's body apart, until only bloody gibs remained.

GAME OVER

[> LOAD]

[File 0 Loaded]

Chara stands behind Sans as he’s sat in his chair, contemplating. They immediately rip their collar off of their neck and throw it onto the floor, against the wall.

Sans perks up upon hearing the noise, teleporting behind the chair to face them. “that reaction, and expression, tells me that you fell for my little trick, and you’ve just died to me.” He says confidently.

Chara stares him down, knife drawn, eyes full of hatred and disgust. “You’ve been planning this.” They state, voice quivering with rage.

“and that look tells me you’re really pissed off.” Sans adds, taking steps back.

The two slowly circle each other. “I TRUSTED YOU!” Chara yells, “I would’ve died for you.” They add, stopping in place. “Stop this! We can talk this out. We can fix this!”

[File 0 Saved]

“you’ve clearly already heard my spiel, enough to know that that ain’t happening.” Sans retorts, summoning a wall of bones behind him. “let’s just get to the point.” He finishes, sending the bones at Chara in sequence.

Chara creates a massive wall of vines, blocking the attacks, before turning the vines on Sans.

He dodges, using red blasters to ignite the plants. He teleports to the opposite end of the lab, pressing another button on the remote; this time, a dozen laser drones hidden away in cabinets activate. “borrowed a couple of these from alph, i'm sure you remember them.” He says.

The drones direct their red lasers at Chara, who dodges out of the way, using vines to crush four of them. “How original.” Chara comments, annoyed.

Sans continues his attack, summoning swarms of bones, and blasters targeting Chara; all while the drones form complex barriers with their lasers.

Chara scatters, and doges out of the way of the bones, destroying some of the drones while doing so. Although they do get hit in the side by one of the blasters which burns the skin off their arm—melting some of the flesh as well—causing them to grunt in pain, before counterattacking.

“You’re going to run out of tricks eventually, Sans.” Chara says, before summoning a massive swarm of flower petals, all aimed at sans. He simply teleports out of the way.

“not quite yet. i still got shit up my sleeve.” He responds, using telekinesis to push Chara away; Chara attempts to use their vines to lock themselves in place, but the drones redirect their lasers on their vines; causing them to be thrown into the three sharp bones awaiting them.

Chara prepares to scatter, but is interrupted when all the drones focus their lasers on their chest, burning a massive hole clean through it. They collapse, completely paralyzed.

Sans wastes no time, using telekinesis to pick up a counter and crush their body, over and over again until it is completely unrecognizable.

GAME OVER

[> LOAD]

[File 0 Loaded]

The second Chara is brought back, they use massive vines to crush the cabinets entirely, completely destroying the drones inside of them.

Sans looks at Chara, “so, you have die-”

Chara cuts him off, “This is pointless, Sans.” They state firmly. “No matter how many times you kill me, I’ll keep coming back. You KNOW this.” They add, shaking their knife in his direction. “So why- WHY do you keep doing this?” They ask.

Sans lets out a long sigh, “the only way to beat you, is to keep killing until you give up.” He replies calmly, “give up and stay with me.”

Chara laughs, looking down in disbelief. “How can you be such an intelligent man, yet be so foolish?” They ask, the anger in their voice rising as they speak.

Sans chuckles to himself, “sometimes, you have to take risks. and this is a risk i’m willing to take.” He responds.

“Very well then.” Chara replies, lunging at Sans and attempting to slash him.

Sans dodges out of the way, using as much magical energy as he can to summon hundreds of bones, and hurling them at Chara, along with summoning six large, red blasters.

Chara responds by scattering into flower petals, and weaving between the bones. Sans seizes the opportunity and fires all six blasters at Chara's scattered self, incinerating a large portion of the petals.

When Chara reforms, they’re broken, bleeding, missing: large chunks of flesh, their left arm, an eye, and much more. They shamble about, barely walking, gargling on their blood, before being shredded by bones once more.

GAME OVER

[> LOAD]

[File 0 Loaded]

Chara wastes no time, attacking Sans. They summon countless vines and pellets, all dodged.

The two continue trading attacks for what felt like eons. All attacks either being blocked, or dodged, with the occasional hit on Chara.

Chara throws their knife at the exhausted Sans; he outstretches his hand and launches it back at them with telekinesis. Before it can hit however, Chara dodges out of the way and catches it with a vine extending from their hand, then flings it back towards Sans at insane speed.

Sans barely dodges the knife, as it cuts clean through his jacket and stabs itself into the wall behind him. With a panicked look, he walks towards Chara, away from the wall.

Chara's smile returns to their face, “You’re slowing down, darling.” They say tauntingly, before turning into vines and digging themselves into the ground, reappearing behind Sans, to grab their knife.

Sans doesn’t even respond, instead summoning a bone in his hand and charging Chara, who charges at him as well. The moment they get close, Sans teleports behind them and stabs them in the chest. “eat shit…” he says, through heavy, exhausted breaths.

Chara grunts in pain, turning around and ripping the bone from their chest. They look over to him, and start laughing.

They slash at him with their knife, as he barely dodges is; then again, and again, and again, all while laughing maniacally. They make one last horizontal slash, which Sans only dodges by less than a centimeter, but fails to dodge when Chara punches him in the chest with their left hand.

Sans -25hp (5/30 remains)

He flies back and lands on the ground, face planting, grunting in pain. He manages to pick himself up onto his knees.

Chara stops laughing, staring him down. “It’s over Sans. Unless you have any other tricks up your sleeves.” They announce, firmly.

Sans pants, closing his eyes, and reaching into his pocket. “well… i do have one last trick.” He says as he pulls a small black container out of his pocket, opening it, and retrieving the item.

“And what would this be?” Chara asks, both annoyed and curious.

Sans doesn’t respond, instead just throwing the container to Chara's feet.

On the container two, bold, red, letters are visible “DT”.

“No…” Chara shakily says, their face full of horror. “Sans, NO! You know that will do to you!” They yell.

He presents a small white pill standing up, and making eye contact. “i’m out of options, chara.” He says.

Chara holds out their hand, “Please, Sans, THINK!” They yell in protest, “Be smart about this… like the man I… once loved…” they say through a quiet, pained voice.

“I can’t let you leave, sweetheart.” He responds, “I wont let you leave.” He finishes, before opening his mouth and swallowing the pill.

“NO! NO! Goddamn it!” Chara yells in anger, their teeth gritting down, as their breaths become erratic.

Sans' body starts twitching, as his eye flashes on.

Chara approaches him, face full of anger.

Faster than they could react, a group of bones emanates from the floor, tearing their right leg clean off and barely missing the left one.

Before the second set of bones can hit them, they launch themselves out of the way using a vine. Landing roughly on the ground, they generate a vine from their right thigh to act as a temporary leg.

When they attempt to stand, they’re immediately put back on the defensive by dozens of red blasters circling them. They scatter themselves for a split second, just to get out of range, barely dodging a blaster aimed at them while doing so.

“just fucking die!” Sans yells in rage.

They attempt a counterattack, creating a gargantuan swarm of vines, but are magically thrown against the wall and impaled, by Sans. The dozen bones pierced their chest, arms, shoulders, and leg—barely missing their head.

As they look around, they see their once beloved collar lying on the floor, ripped, and dirty.

When they look back to Sans, they see him destroy their severed leg with blasters, and teleport over to them.

His face looks manic, yet prideful, as they hear him laughing his ass off.

He takes a step forward, “you remember how you said that you’d die for me sweetheart?” He asks, summoning a massive blaster. “go ahead and do that again for me, won’t you?”

In a move of desperation, Chara extends a vine from their hand, grabbing their broken collar, and throwing it into the open mouth of the blaster…

A massive explosion overtakes the lab, as all of the energy built up within the weapon violently escapes. The magic bones within Chara vanish, and Sans is sent flying across the lab.

Chara 25/500 hp

Sans 0.0795/30 hp

Chara picks themselves up off the ground, as their body heals itself. They feel their leg slowly reforming, replacing the vine. Face down, on the opposite side of the lab, lays Sans.

[File 0 Saved]

Chara limps their way over to him.

As he attempts to move, Chara plants their left foot on his back, immobilizing him. “It’s OVER, Sans.” They yell, before leaning down, up close. “You lost.” They say quietly.

All they hear, is the sound of Sans sobbing uncontrollably. They take their foot off his spine, and step back, looking at him.

Sans looks up, tears in his eyes. “i- i’m sorry… i’m so sorry…” he says, unable to even look up at Chara.

“Are you now?” Chara asks coldly, not believing him.

“yes!” Sans yells, becoming increasingly pathetic. “i love you. i love you so much. i lo-”

“SILENCE!” Chara yells, cutting him off. “I don’t buy that for a second.” They respond coldly, staring him down.

Sans sits up, his eyes full of disbelief, “w- w- what?” He stammers out.

Chara turns their back to Sans, looking over their shoulder. “You don’t love me. You’re obsessed with me. If you really loved me, you’d say your tearful goodbye and let me go.” They state, doing their best to hold back tears. “But you didn’t do that, because I’m not a person to you.”

Sans sits in complete silence, as Chara approaches, and kneels down to his eye level.

“Sorry to break it to you, but I’m not your pet.” They say, leaning in close.

Sans wraps his hands around them in a pathetic excuse for a hug, delivering apology after apology. “what can i do to make this right?” He asks desperately.

Chara gently pushes him away from themselves, holding him in place. “Despite all I’ve said, I still care about you, Sans.” They say, as tears form in their eyes, “so… if you send me home. All will be forgiven.”

Sans shoots up, life returning to his eye, “really?” He asks.

Chara simply nods, summoning green petals to heal Sans back to full.

The pair wordlessly walk over to the machine, and hug one last time.

“i’m gonna miss you, so fuckin much…” Sans says, through teary eyes.

Chara places one final kiss on his head, “I’ll miss you too, Sans.” They say affectionately.

Chara steps up onto the platform and Sans enters the confirmation code on the terminal.

“ready?” He asks.

Chara nods.

Sans starts to cry again, “goodbye, Chara.” He says.

“Goodbye, my lover.”

Sans slams his fist down on the activation button. In an instant, Chara is gone, returned home.

Sans collapses onto the ground, sobbing.

The End.

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verdanabdit · 9 months ago

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(Underfell)

Sans starts wearing a collar by his own choice after the first close call during a fight with one of the dogs. Just a cheap, already well-used second-hand thing with some of the spikes worn down or missing. It does the job, though; no jaws go for his neck again.

Then Papyrus gifts him a new, hand-crafted one for his birthday one year. Tells him the old ratty one is an eyesore that he's sick of looking at.

For a while, it's just a really nice gift that his brother gave him. He wears it the same way he did the old one; only when he's going to be around people who might want to chew on his neck.

Then he starts wearing it more often. Most just assume he's too lazy to keep taking it on and off. Papyrus first worries that he's not feeling safe even in their own home anymore, but his posture is still slack and easy, he still sprawls out on the couch like nothing can get him, and he's more often found picking at the collar—running a finger over the top edge of the leather, thumbing the buckle, tapping the sides of the spikes—with a fond expression on his face.

Then he starts to notice Papyrus. Just how capable he's become, how unbending his morals have remained in the face of everything, how smooth his stride is, how... not cool, but cool he looks in his armor. How safe he feels when they're just standing together. How much he misses the hugs they used to share when they were younger.

As he presses a palm against the buckle to better feel the inner side of the leather, he thinks maybe he's getting a little too much out of this one gift. This one gift that was meant to help keep him safe.

After one of their many harmless back-and-forths gets just a little more heated than normal and ends up with Papyrus lifting him off the ground by that collar, he knows he's getting far more from the gift than ever intended. He concedes way too easily, trying to casually slink off to his room, confusing the heck out of Papyrus who had been waiting to counter another of his smartass comebacks.

One hand pulls at the collar around his neck while the other pulls at his c☆ck, the memory of Papyrus effortlessly holding him up without a worry for the spikes still fresh in his mind. He doesn't question what it means, or what he's learned about himself from the ordeal until weeks later when the guilt has had enough time to settle. It was a position he'd never imagined himself in before, and he tries so hard not to make a habit of jerking off to thoughts of his brother—to try and backtrack this sick fixation he has far enough that he at least doesn't need to concentrate on a poker face when looking Papyrus in the eye.

But Papyrus makes it really fucking hard when he's discovered he can win almost any argument by grabbing Sans by the collar, and he has to put two and two together eventually. He grabs the collar, San becomes putty and runs off with his metaphorical tail between his legs before what's actually between his legs becomes immediately obvious.

A few months later, Papyrus undoes the collar and pulls it free from around his neck. Sans panics, absolutely sure that the cat's out of the bag and he's wrecked the greatest good he's had and ever will have in his life. The gift is being taken back as a sign of disgust and the best he can hope for is an eternal silent treatment.

Then it's replaced with a new one, gently adjusted tighter until he can feel some type of engraving on the inside. Papyrus's fingertips leave an extra little jingling noise behind as he pulls away. Sans reaches a hand up to feel, and there's an extra ring near the buckle that the old collar lacked. He looks up with wide, cautiously hopeful eyes.

Maybe they should have just sat down and talked about it like adults first. Maybe it wasn't best that Papyrus just hooked a phalange through that shiny new D-ring and led him upstairs. Maybe the first time he said 'i love you' in a way that brothers shouldn't, shouldn't have been while he was speared on Papyrus's c☆ck and struggling to breathe through how tightly the collar was being pulled against his neck. But he doesn't regret hearing it said back to him after his brother retracts his tongue from his throat, the words breaking the string of saliva connecting them.

They'll hash the details out later.

~~~

By which I meant I ran out of steam hahaha

#fellcest #fellcest (afsj)#imagineskels #imagineskels (afsj)#sub sans #sub lazy #dom papyrus #dom energetic

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 8 months ago

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S/O and skeleton are secretly dating but haven't told Skeleton's brother yet. Until one day, S/O comes to Skeleton's house and says that they forgot their underwear and give them to him, right in front of his brother. Reaction of their brother?

Undertale Sans - He does the dramatic slow turn towards Papyrus, completely in shock. You're dating someone and you don't even tell your big brother? Oh shame on you. Shame on your cow. You're getting a hundred years of teasing as a punishment. Papyrus refuses to meet his eyes. He KNOWS what will happen the second he will.

Undertale Papyrus - Today is Papyrus' day. Well, every day is Papyrus day but this particular day is the day of his absolute triumph over the tyranny of Sans' terrible jokes and puns as the universe had finally given him the power to retaliate by making Sans blush to hell with a single stare. He is going to abuse that power and flush Sans for weeks, not leaving him one second of peace anymore. Papyrus knows and he wants Sans to know he knows by any means possible.

Underswap Sans - He's in shock, he thinks. He suspected his brother was in love because Honey was not exactly hiding it, but this? This is a thing no big brother wants to know. Honey is devastated and won't stop apologizing but Blue is frozen. He thinks he hasn't blinked in the last hour, just staring at his brother in disbelief. What.

Underswap Papyrus - He's not that shocked actually. Blue is a charmer and he had a few partners already, some weirder than others. He just assumes it's another weird one lol. No big deal. He still tells his brother he will make sure he doesn't lose his underwear again by writing his name on them just to see Blue brutally flush. Little revenge, you know.

Underfell Sans - Red stares in disbelief, as his brother smooches his human. That's absolutely disgusting. He can't stop staring at the bag with the underwear. Disgusting, really. He has to snap his attention back at his brother as he starts to chuckle. Red gives him a dark stare. "WHAT IS IT BROTHER? JEALOUS MY BIG BONE IS MORE EFFICIENT THAN YOURS? DON'T BE, YOU'LL BE AS TALENTED AS I AM. ... EVENTUALLY." Red gasps, offended. Now he's not disgusted, he's mad!

Underfell Papyrus - He opens the door and screams "FINALLY MY BROTHER IS NOT A VIRGIN ANYMORE" before Red jumps on his back and starts to beat him up to make him shut up. Edge can't stop laughing hysterically at his misery, not feeling remorse for even one second. That's revenge for his endless teasing the first time he dated someone.

Horrortale Sans - .... He closes his eyes and begs his brain to forget what he just witnessed. Ironically, that's one of the few things he can't unsee. Like, never. Every time he sees his brother, he sees his underwear. This is a nightmare. Why does the universe hate him so much? Willow is wondering why his brother is looking at him in complete silence like a rabbit stuck in the lights of a car. It's going to happen a lot in the next few days.

Horrortale Papyrus - He says nothing when it happens, but is quick to escape the house. He runs to Toriel's house and tells her everything lol. He needs someone to fangirl with and Toriel has always been good for that. When Oak and his human get out of the house, he can only stare, confused, as Willow and Toriel are more or less hiding behind the bushes despite being ridiculously tall, spying on him.

Swapfell Sans - He rolls his eyes at Rus, annoyed. It's not the first time it has happened and it certainly won't be the last. He has pity for this new human who will have their heart broken eventually like the twenty or so before.

Swapfell Papyrus - Rus chokes on what he was drinking, then slowly turns to his brother, who is bright purple. Nox is very secretive about his relationships and he for sure didn't expect that to occur. Rus is never letting him hear the end of this after that accident. Nox knows his peace is over forever.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He lost his inferior jaw, quite literally. Coffee is embarrassed, but actually not that shy anymore. WHAT?! What the hell happened? He has the best spying tools on the continent and he didn't see his brother was in a relationship. How blind he is? He's questioning all his skills right now. Also what the hell, his brother is in a relationship! That's terrible!

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee says nothing, trying to not let the thoughts win. But they won anyway and he suddenly screams "wait, does that mean you didn't wear underwear when you got home? how did you not notice????" before blushing furiously when Wine looks his way and teleporting out of panic into his room to hide in his wardrobe in shame lol.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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merlinmarvelandother-oneshots · 1 year ago

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Hi! It's me again :) btw can I be your -💀anon?

You don't have to put a tag or anything but it's just so when I send asks you know it's me (^-^)/

Btw loved the headcanons you made

Could you please do some but this time it's a bit silly like I have this plot in mind :

Skele walks on s/o cutting their hair but with kitchen scissors and then like making it better with a derma shaver (I saw a video on tiktok of someone doing that and it just was funny to me lol)

What would the skele do and think? It'd be funny if some if them are a bit confused since they don't have hair

Again no worries if you don't take the ask ! Have a good day/night and be safe :)

of course you can be 💀 <3

(imma just do the skelebros from the last req bc i love them)

(also the amount of times ive wanted to do the exact same thing)

UnderTale, UnderFell, and UnderSwap skelebros walk in on their s/o cutting their hair

UnderTale:

Sans:

-"whatcha doin', y/n?"

-you look at him through the mirror while you continue cutting your hair.

-"oh, nothing! just wanted a little bit of a change. by the way, could you make sure im getting it even in the back?"

-he does.

-other than that, he just... watches.

-not creepily, or whatever.

-he's kind of quiet the whole time.

-when you finish, you do a little twirl to show your haircut

-"good job, kiddo"

-goes to take a nap

-as long as you're happy, he's okay.

Papyrus:

-"human! what is it you are-" his jaw dropped.

-literally. it fell on the floor.

"ARE THOSE MY SCISSORS??"

-that was his biggest concern. was having to wash the scissors. he uses those to cook! he needs them clean!!

-he gives you the silent treatment after

-for about 20 minutes. what can he say? he missed you!

UnderFell:

Red:

-he was just walking by the bathroom and looked caught a glance of you, scissors in hand, hair in clumps on the floor.

-he thinks it's a fighting thing. to keep monsters from being able to pull it.

-kind of surprised when you said that no, you just thought it'd be fun.

-he's weirded out, kind of. he thought you liked your hair?

-but oh well. as long as he doesn't have to be the one cleaning up the bathroom.

Edge:

-he definitely has the strongest reaction of all of the skelebros.

-he LOVES your hair.

-when you said you just felt like cutting it, he STORMED out of the house.

-he went through extreme grief.

-he didn't tall to you much for the next week or so.

-least supportive, most dramatic. that's for sure.

UnderSwap:

Blue:

-he is SO excited.

-he thinks you'll look great!

-asks if he can help you

-wonders if you'll dye it, too? blue! it'a his favorite color, to go with his favorite human.

-the exact opposite of SOMEONE *cough cough* Edge

-he is the MOST supportive

Honey:

-"hey, y/n, have you seen- oh!"

-it's certainly a surprise, but a welcome one, indeed.

-hangs around in there, just watching what you're doing.

-how are you so good? have you done this before?

-he thinks you look pretty damn good, though

sorry some of these are short ;-;

also idk if you meant just trimming? like i started writing these thinking 'oh! anon meant like long hair and going short! great!' because that's where it is from my (long haired) perspective. if that isn't what you meant i'd be happy to rewrite them x

#undertale #undertale x reader #sans #sans x reader #papyrus #papyrus x reader #underfell #underfell x reader #underfell sans #underfell sans x reader #underfell papyrus #underfell papyrus x reader #underswap #underswap x reader #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #underswap sans x reader #underswap papyrus x reader

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st-darla · 5 months ago

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Siren Nicknames & Species

Undertale (Cephalopods):

Gaster / Professor / Mimic Octopus

Papyrus / Cooper / Sharptooth Lemon Shark

Sans / "nickname" / Cuttlefish

Underfell (Sharks):

Gaster / Damon / Angel Shark

Papyrus / Captain / Beaumont "Beau" / Giant Pacific Octopus

Sans / Jaws / Gunner / Caribbean Reef Shark

Underswap (Shrimp):

Gaster / Doc / White Leg Shrimp

Papyrus / Skipper / Sharptooth Lemon Shark

Sans / Bud / Buddy / Harlequin Shrimp

Swapfell (Eels):

Gaster / Cornelius / Peacock Mantic Shrimp

Papyrus / Sparrow / Brutal Moray

Sans / Cap'n / Blackbeard / Blue Ribbon Eel

#🧜‍♀️#I know sans' nickname is blank i haven't found one for him yet (┬┬﹏┬┬)#dividers by cafekitsune

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tooti-fruiti · 6 months ago

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STRANGE MAGIC

Underfell! Papyrus X Female! Human! Reader

(Strange Magic isn't mine and neither are any of the characters or themes I used in this story. However, I did change some things about the story that made more sense in my eyes)

This is a story about two kingdoms.

The Human Kingdom, and The Monster Kingdom.

Side by side, but worlds apart.

All along the border, magical flowers grew.

Prim Roses, blossom between light and shadow.

They are used to make love potions.

Because after all, everyone deserves to be loved.

●

-Second Person P.O.V-

You ran throughout the forest, cheering and singing a love song to yourself as you collected flowers, leaves, and sticks. (Not to mention, getting your wedding dress dirty)

Today was your wedding day, and you wanted to make your soon to be husband a handmade boutonniere.

However, you accidentally ran too far and ran into a Prim Rose.

A giant pink flower that separated your kingdom from the monster kingdom.

After bumping into the giant flower, you fell into a ditch on the other side.

You gasped as a Prim Rose petal fell on your head.

"Prim Roses?!"

You looked around and saw several monsters cutting down the Prim Roses.

They started growling and snarling at you.

You backed up, afraid.

Your father told you to never venture to the monster kingdom because they were known to eat humans.

Suddenly, a yellow lizard with sharp teeth grabbed your arms.

You screamed and kicked them in the face before desperately climbing out of the ditch, getting your wedding dress even dirtier.

Once you were out of the ditch, you ran away as fast as you could.

•

-Third Person P.O.V-

As the human girl ran away, a big boned skeleton, named Sans, walked up and picked up the fallen Prim Rose petal.

"was she trying to get a prim rose petal?!" He asked to his companion, Undyne, who was large humanoid piranha.

"WE BETTER GO TELL HIM." She said.

The pair left the Prim Rose petal behind and ran through their forest.

The Monster Kingdom, unlike the human kingdom, was dark and cold.

Because the plants in their area were much, much larger than the plants in the human kingdom.

The trees were so large that an average sized person could make a home out of the inside. They cast a permanent shadow over the entire kingdom.

The castle was one of these giant trees.

It was the hollow inside of a dead tree, but it fit the lifestyle of the monsters.

As Undyne and Sans reached the throne room, they both bowed to the King.

King Papyrus.

Papyrus was also a skeleton. But he was much taller than Sans.

The two were brothers, and even though Sans was older, Papyrus was appointed King for being more mature.

"SIRE! NEWS FROM THE BORDER!" Undyne said.

"you tell him." Sans said.

"UH...OKAY..." She said. "A HUMAN WANDERED INTO THE FOREST,"

"WHAT?" Papyrus snapped.

"...AND TRIED TO GET A PRIM ROSE..."

Papyrus stood up, gripping onto his staff. "A PRIM ROSE?!"

He slammed it down onto the ground, making the monsters in the area flinch.

Papyrus curled his hand into a fist. "I...HATE THIS TIME OF YEAR..."

"SPRING..." He said, repulsed.

He turned back to Sans and Undyne. "SEND MORE MONSTERS TO CUT DOWN EVERY PRIM ROSE!"

He looked down at his hand. "NO PRIM ROSES...NO POTION. NO POTION...NO...LOVE." His bones shook in disgust when he said the word "love".

"BECAUSE LOVE...IS DANGEROUS. IT WEAKENS...IT ROTS...IT DESTROYS ORDER. AND WITHOUT ORDER, WHAT IS LEFT? CHAOS!"

He slammed his staff down again. "DESTORY THE PRIM ROSES, OR I WILL DESTROY YOU!"

Undyne nodded and quickly ran off.

Sans also quickly left the room.

Once he was out of the throne room, he went to his room and pulled out a hidden stash of mustard he stole from the human kingdom.

He open the cap and smelled it, before sighing in delight.

He opened his jaw to take a drink-

"Sans!"

He jumped and almost dropped the bottle of mustard.

He turned around in annoyance and saw his father, Gaster, staring at him with his arms crossed.

"dad."

"I need your help."

"no."

"Aren't you miserable since your brother banned love from the dark forest?"

"no."

Gaster sighed. "Don't you want to see love return to the dark forest?"

"no."

"Well I think I found him the perfect-" Gaster turned his head to see the monster girl, poking her head out. "I told you to stay out of sight!"

She retreated, and when Gaster turned his head back to Sans, he was gone.

And so was his mustard.

"Ugh, why couldn't I have had girls?" Gaster groaned.

•

-Second Person P.O.V-

You kept running until you felt you were safe.

You turned your head to the left and saw Roland, your soon to be husband in the distance on his horse.

"Roland!" You yelled, and he turned his head towards you.

"(Y/n)! Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for our wedding?" He yelled back.

"I will! I am!"

You looked down at the boutonniere in your hand and gasped.

"Oh! I have something for you!"

You ran towards him before remembering that he couldn't look at you before the wedding because it's bad luck.

You hid behind a tree and bumped your head on a branch.

"Uh, (Y/n)? I can't see you."

"That's the point! You can't look at me, bad luck on our wedding day!"

Roland scoffed. "Well, it's too bad you can't look at me. My hair's doing that thing we both love."

You pulled a stick out of your hair and tossed it to the side.

When Roland saw the stick, he gasped. "Were you in the...dark forest?!"

"No...maybe...? ...yes..."

"(Y/n)!" He said, trying to reach you.

"Hey! Don't look!" You said as you two started circling around the tree.

"You could have been eaten or killed! Or worse, seriously disfigured!"

"I'm fine, Roland!"

"That's no place for a princess!" He said as you ran to another tree.

You sighed. "I hate that we're so scared about going into the dark forest. I don't want to be scared."

"Uh huh." Roland said.

"You know what? When I rule this kingdom, I'm going to go into that forest and talk to them so that we don't have to be scared anymore!"

"Slow down, my future queen." Roland said, taking your hand from the other side of the tree.

You sighed dreamily. "My future king..."

"Yeah. King. I'll have an army!"

"Yeah..." You said before realizing what he said. "Wait, what?"

"I- Uh, nothing, sweetheart. Just go get ready for our wedding, okay?"

Roland let go of your hand and got back on his horse before riding away.

You leaned on the tree before staring at him dreamily.

"(Y/n)...? (Y/n)!" Your younger sister, Dawn, called out to you.

"What?" You asked as you turned to face her.

"Remember the wedding?"

"I know."

"Your dress is filthy!"

"I know..."

"What happened to your hair?!"

"I know...!"

"We don't have much time!"

"I know!"

She gasped and pointed at your boutonniere. "Ew! What is THAT?!"

"A boutonniere! Oh! I forgot to give this to Roland!" You said sadly.

"You can't give him that!" She said.

"Why not?"

She smiled. "'Cause he's too good looking?"

"Yeah..." You smiled dreamily.

You both leaned up against the tree and sighed.

She took the boutonniere from your hands. "I'll fix this."

"Thanks..."

While she fixed your boutonniere, thoughts ran through your head.

You gasped when you suddenly realized something. "Dawn!"

She quickly turned to you.

"Do you think Roland loves me as much as...I love him...?"

She smiled gently at you. "Oh (Y/n)...you're such an amazing girl...how could he not love you?"

"Really?"

"Really." She said as she put the boutonniere in your hands.

"Oh Dawn! It's perfect!" You said as she started fixing your hair.

"You're welcome."

"I want to give this to him now!"

"Wait! I'm not done!" She called out as you ran away.

You kept running the direction that Roland left in, looking for him.

You ran through the town and waved to all the villagers as you looked for him.

Soon enough, you saw his horse in the distance and smiled excitedly.

But then, as you got closer, you saw Roland and another girl pressed together up against a tree.

They were kissing and touching each other.

Your heart broke as watched.

You squeezed the boutonniere in your hands before throwing it to the ground.

You started to cry before running back to your castle.

•

It's been an hour since you saw Roland cheat on you, and you've been crying in your room ever since.

Dawn opened the door in a hurry. "(Y/n)! You're late for the...wedding..." She stopped talking once she saw you were crying.

You looked up at her from your bed, and back at her. "Dawn..."

She sat down on the bed next to you. "Hey...are you okay...? What happened...?"

"I don't want to talk about it..." You said as you gripped onto your pillow.

"Not even to me...?"

You shook your head no.

"I'll tell everyone you need a minute..." She said as she walked out of the room.

"No..." You said as you got up to close the door behind her. "Tell them the wedding's off..."

"Wait, what?" Dawn said as you closed the door. "The wedding's off?!"

You sighed and leaned up against the door.

After a few moments, you heard Dawn walk away from your room.

You got up and sat in front of your vanity.

You stared at yourself in the mirror.

You hated how sad you looked, you hated how sad you were, you hated that Roland made you feel this way, and you hated that loving Roland was the entire cause of this.

In a fit of anger, you threw a bottle of perfume that Roland got you at the wall.

The bottle shattered and the perfume ran down the wall.

You turned back to the mirror and glared at your reflection.

You cleaned up your face, getting rid of the tears.

Then you put some makeup on your face. Not your usual color, something darker.

Once you finished doing your makeup, you stormed over to your closet and made yourself a new outfit.

Something badass.

You decided to shut love out of your heart. All it did was hurt you, and you weren't going to allow yourself to get hurt like that again.

•

-Third Person P.O.V-

It's been a week since (Y/n) found out Roland was cheating on her.

Since she knows her sister is a little boy crazy, she's been keeping a close eye on her to make sure that Dawn doesn't go through the same thing she went through.

(Y/n) called out her sister's name before groaning and running to a different part of the forest.

Dawn's best friend, Sunny, walked out of a cave to make sure that (Y/n) had left the area.

"The cost is clear!" He said.

After he said that, Dawn also walked out of the cave and picked up a dandelion.

She blew off the seeds as Sunny stared at her dreamily.

Sunny was in love with Dawn and desperately wanted her to love him back.

But he was so focused on looking at her that he accidentally inhaled the dandelion seeds.

He started coughing and Dawn immediately ran over to shush him. "SHHH! She'll hear you!"

Sunny tried to hold in his coughs but failed.

"Whatever happened on that wedding day must've been really bad." Dawn said, starting to rant as she ignored Sunny's coughing fit.

"Yeah..bAD!" Sunny coughed.

"Because now she's always hovering, and watching, and worrying! What's she trying to protect me from?!"

"You don't need protecting...!" Sunny said as he finished coughing.

"Yeah!"

Dawn then turned to Sunny and smiled. "So! Spring ball?"

"Yeah?"

"My first dance..."

"Yeah!"

"What's your plan?"

Sunny smirked. "I made a plan so that when the music starts, you'll 'accidentally' bump into Hadrian."

Dawn squealed and hugged her best friend tightly.

"Oh tonight is gonna be so amazing!"

Sunny sighed and hugged her back. "It already is..."

Realizing something, Dawn suddenly pulled away. "Wait."

"What?"

"Hadrian?" Dawn asked.

"Yeah! The guy with the great red wavy hair!"

Dawn grabbed Sunny by the shoulders. "I don't have a crush on him! I really...like Nathan..." She said dreamily.

"Okay. Gotta find Hadrian, tell Hadrian to stand in a new spot, find Nathan, tell Nathan to stand in the old spot Hadrian was standing in-"

Dawn suddenly gasped and started playing with her fingers.

"But what if he doesn't like me...?"

Sunny turned to her and shook her shoulders.

"What? Snap out of it!"

Sunny started to sing to Dawn as she listed some of her insecurities.

"Maybe he thinks I'm too perky? Or that I dance funny? Or that my hair's too poofy?"

Sunny took her hands and began to dance with her, which made her laugh and start singing with him as well.

They danced and sang together until Dawn noticed two eyes staring at her from inside the cave.

"Sunny..."

"Dawn, I'm trying to sing."

As Dawn kept trying to get Sunny's attention, he ignored her and kept singing.

"Sunny!" She yelled.

"What?!"

"Run!" She yelled as a lion jumped out of the cave and tried to bite Sunny.

Sunny and Dawn screamed and ran away as the lion chased them.

They kept running until they hit the wall of a cliff.

"HELP!" Dawn screamed as she and Sunny held onto each other as the lion came closer.

•

-Second Person P.O.V-

You heard Dawn scream in the distance and immediately ran over to where you heard the noise.

You kept running until you found Dawn and Sunny backed up against a small cliff as a lion slowly approached them.

"HELP!" Dawn screamed.

Without thinking, you picked up a large rock and chucked it at the lion.

The lion whined before shaking it's head and running away.

After it ran away, you slid down the cliff in between Dawn and Sunny.

"(Y/n)!" They both stared at you surprised.

You turned to them with a glare. "What are you two doing here?! You're at the border!"

They both looked around, realizing they were in fact near the border.

"Do you want to be locked up like the Sugar Plum Fairy? Or worse, eaten?!"

Dawn shook her head no and Sunny did as well.

"You two are lucky I was around before that lion got to you!"

Dawn looked down and her eyes watered. "That was so scary..."

You sighed and pulled her into a hug. "It's okay...you're safe."

"Come on, let's get you back to the castle." You said as you helped her up the cliff.

Once she was at the top, you turned to Sunny.

"You coming, Sunny?"

He shook his head no. "I left my uh...bag behind, I'll catch up with you guys later."

You nodded and walked away with Dawn.

After you two left, Sunny picked off a petal from a Prim Rose and stared at it for a few seconds, before deciding to put it under a raised root.

•

While you two were walking back, Dawn eventually calmed down from the lion attack.

You two walked past a lake, and Dawn turned to look at her reflection before gasping.

"What?! What is it?!" You yelled.

"I'm a total mess!" Dawn said, making you groan.

"We've gotta get ready for the Spring Ball!"

You scoffed. "No, YOU gotta get ready for the Spring Ball."

"You're going like that?" Dawn asked as she started to walk again. "Good luck being asked to dance."

"I don't want to dance with anyone." You said, crossing your arms.

Dawn groaned before clasping her hands together dreamily.

"I'm going to dance with the most perfect boy!"

"And who would that be?" You teased. "Aaron? Benjamin? Charles? Darren? Erick?"

"No!" Dawn sighed.

"I'm going alphabetical, if that helps!"

•

Later that night, as the Spring Ball started, you and your father walked in, arm in arm.

"Smile, my dear! Smile!"

You forced a fake smile onto your face.

"A real smile."

"This is one of my better ones!" You protested.

"You used to love the Spring Ball!"

"Dad, I'm just too old for this."

"I just want to see the happy (Y/n) I used to know, before the whole...Roland misunderstanding."

"I-I'm happy! I'm happy..."

Your dad took your hand and smiled. "I just hope you're happy enough to dance with your father."

You smiled at him before hearing someone talk to you in the crowd.

"Or...someone...even better!"

Roland turned around with a flourish.

You gasped.

He got on his knees and started to sing.

~"Woahhh, here I am."~

"Roland!"

~"On my kneesss again!"~

You turned to your dad thinking he had something to do with it. "Dad!"

~"I'll do anyyyy-thing!"~

"He's so romantic!" Your dad said.

~"Justttt to make it right."~ He said as he twirled his hair.

You glared at him. "I'm so onto that hair thing."

~"Say you'll...understand?"~

"Never!" You said, crossing your arms and turning away from him.

~"Oh...I know you can..."~

"Oh no I can't!"

~"Come on, (Y/n)."~

~"Come on, (Y/n)!"~ His knights repeated.

"You cheated on me, remember?" You whispered as you got in his face.

"You left me at the altar, remember?"

Roland pretended to stab himself in the heart before falling backwards as his knights caught him.

Then he stood up and started singing and dancing.

~"No matter what people say! It didn't happen that way!"~

"Oh really?"

~"She was a passing fling, and not a permanent thing."~

"Uh huh, sure."

~"So I hang my head. Oh! I wish that I was dead!"~

You smiled. "I can help with that!"

~"Come on (Y/n)!"~

"Come on (Y/n)..." Your dad said.

Roland suddenly grabbed you and tried to kiss you. "Come on..."

Before he could, you pushed him off you.

~"Just say you can understand, My (Y/n)!"~

You groaned. "I'm not your anything!"

"Hey...one little mistake."

"Little?!"

You got in his face and stuck your finger in his face. "You got a lot of nerve walking in here!"

You started to walk towards him and he backed up. "If you think that you can just win me back with a musical number, then you're dead wrong!"

"I see you for what you are now! A selfish boarish man who loves the crown and himself!"

He backed up against the door to leave and you pinned him to it.

"Now you can take your cheating ass AND GET OUT!"

You opened the door and watched him fall onto his butt before slamming the door shut.

You chuckled to yourself before turning back to the crowd. "Now that was fun!"

"Awkward..." Dawn said.

You groaned before walking back to your room.

•

-Third Person P.O.V.-

After Roland was kicked out of the ballroom, his knights came out soon after and slammed the door in his face.

"(Y/n) showed him!"

"So much for being king."

Hearing what he said, he slammed the door closed, making sure his knights knew he was there.

"You think I can't be king?!" He said, pounding his fist onto the door.

"King Roland!" His knights cheered, making him chuckle.

"But wouldn't he have to marry (Y/n)?" One asked.

"Yes. And he will!" Another knight said. "All we need to do is get him some of that 'love potion'."

"You saying I need a love potion?!" He yelled, angry.

"Nope! It was just a joke!" The knights yelled as they ran away. "Yeah! Just kidding boss!"

Roland took a deep breath. "Visualize. Visualize...a crown...sitting right on top-"

He was cut off when he was knocked down by the door again.

He looked up to see Sunny looking through the door at Dawn, watching her dance.

Seeing how upset Sunny looked, he suddenly came up with an idea.

He tapped Sunny's shoulder. "You okay?"

Sunny jumped and closed the door. "Who? Me? Okay? Yeah I am!...no..."

"Hey...guy...I know just how you feel..."

"Yeah...(Y/n) showed you, huh?"

His face scrunched up in anger before he started fake crying.

Sunny looked around uncomfortable.

"Man, you got it bad huh?" Sunny asked, sitting beside Roland.

"I just..." He cut himself with a bug dramatic gasp. "...wish there was a way to make her fall in love with me..."

"Me too..." Sunny said, turning towards the door.

"Maybe something like...I don't know...like a love potion...?"

"Like a love potion!" Sunny said.

"Great idea!" Roland said, slapping him on the back so hard that he choked.

"It is a great idea! Except only the sugar plum fairy can make the potion, she's locked away in the dark forest, and no one ever goes into the dark forest!"

"But I know you can."

"And why can't you?" Sunny asked.

"Because I'm big!" Roland said, flexing his muscles. "And shiny! I'd be spotted for sure! If only I blend in, like you."

"I do blend in..."

Roland started to fake cry again. "Oh! It would have perfect! Then we both...you know...me and you...could have used the love potion..."

"I'll do it!" Sunny said.

"You will?"

"If you stop crying!"

"What? Oh! I'm much better now."

•

A few days later, Sunny was ready for his adventure into the dark forest.

He cheered as he ran through the forest. "My plan is perfect! All I gotta do is grab a prim rose flower, find the castle, find the sugar plum fairy, then she'll make the love potion with all the Prim Rose petals that I-"

Sunny cut himself off when he saw that all the Prim Rose flowers had been cut down.

"...find."

He put his hands on his cheeks and started to panic. "Oh no...petal petal petal petal petalllll..."

Then he saw the petal he plucked earlier under a root and sighed.

He picked up the petal and laughed before looking into the dark forest.

He gulped and slid down into it.

He looked around to make sure no one was around before continuing further inside.

What he didn't see was that a trail of talking blue flowers had seen him.

•

The trail of flowers relayed the message that a human man was in the dark forest all the way back to the castle.

Sans heard the message and ran back to the throne room where Undyne was waiting.

He whispered the message to her before she turned to him confused.

"THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?"

"I'M LISTENING." Papyrus said.

"news from the echo flowers...sire..." Sans said, turning to Undyne. "you tell him."

"WHAT? WHY?"

"he likes you!"

"...REALLY?"

"NOW I'M WAITING!"

Undyne cleared her throat. "A POO MAN IS INTO SHARK STORAGE!"

"...WHAT?"

"UH...SO, YOU KNOW HOW WE SOMETIMES HAVE A SHARK BUT NO PLACE TO STORE IT...? WELL A MAN MADE OF SHIT HAS THAT VERY SAME...PROBLEM..."

Undyne then turned to Sans angrily. "DID YOU GIVE ME THAT MESSAGE ON PURPOSE?!"

"what?! no!"

Papyrus groaned and stood up. "I'LL...DEAL WITH IT!"

He stomped out of the room, pushing his way between Undyne and Sans.

Once he was outside, he whacked the flowers out of the ground with his staff until he got far enough to receive the proper message.

He picked up one of the flowers as some monsters followed him outside.

He listened to the message carefully before tossing the flower aside. "A HUMAN MAN IS IN THE DARK FOREST!"

Papyrus turned to the monsters behind him and gripped onto his staff. "WELL IF HE'S LOOKING FOR TROUBLE...HE'S COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE."

He raised his staff. "FIND THE HUMAN! AND WHOEVER FINDS HIM GETS TO EAT HIM!"

After giving his command, he slammed his staff to the ground and the monsters ran off.

•

As Sunny walked through the forest, he started to regret going in.

It was dark, it was cold, and it was scary.

He tried singing to himself to make himself feel better.

It didn't work.

Suddenly, his rope caught on something and he turned to his left to see a giant monster silhouette on the wall.

He screamed and dropped the petal. "OKAY YOU GOT ME JUST MAKE IT QUICK!"

He braced himself waiting to be eaten, but nothing happened.

The creature behind him coughed before giggling.

He turned around and saw it was actually a small rabbit like creature.

"Hey! Hey- wait..." He noticed his rope was tied to a log. "Wait, did you...tie my-"

He was cut on when the creature suddenly pounced on him.

"Who are you?!" Sunny demanded.

The creature shrugged before hopping away.

Sunny hummed and grabbed the petal as he stood up.

Suddenly, the creature swung down and stole the petal.

Sunny groaned. "Okay look you little thing, I'm a guy who usually enjoys a good joke. Even at my own expense! But right now I'm not in a 'haha!' frame of mind, I'm in a 'AHH!' frame of mind."

He turned and saw the creature hanging upside down behind him and he screamed.

"I am on a VERY SERIOUS MISSION!" He yelled as he tugged the petal out of the creature's hands.

"I need to find the sugar plum fairy so that she can make the all powerful love-" He was cut off when an acron fell on his head.

He looked up and saw the creature waving to him.

"You know where she is?!"

The creature nodded and led him all around the forest until stopping at an large hollow log.

The creature hopped inside but Sunny hesitated.

"Wait, you're not gonna trick me, are you?"

The creature shook his head before crossing an 'X' over his chest.

"Good. Because I'm a very trusting guy." He said.

As Sunny walked toward the end of the log before the creature leaned over the edge and fell into the fog.

"Oh boy..."

Sunny put a pick in the log before tying his rope to it.

"So here's me...trusting you..."

•

-Second Person P.O.V.-

Since Roland broke your heart and you were also angry.

You decided to keep your mind and body busy by learning how to sword fight.

While in the middle of slicing at a dummy, your father came up behind you.

"(Y/n)!"

Scaring you by accident, you held your sword at his throat before immediately pulling it away.

"Crap! Sorry, dad."

He sighed. "You're alright."

He cleared his throat before continuing. "The Dance at the Spring Festival is starting soon and I want you-"

"After the last dance?" You laughed. "You kidding?" You said before going back to training.

Your dad groaned. "(Y/n)...you're a...unique girl."

This time it was your turn to groan.

"And Roland may have a few flaws-"

"Understatement!"

"But he still loves you-"

"He loves the crown."

"But-"

"And his hair."

"(Y/n)-"

"Not in that order."

Your dad started to stutter. "But if not Roland, there has to be someone else!"

"No, there doesn't!"

"Maybe if you got out more-"

"Let it go, dad!"

"You'll be a stronger queen with a king at your side!"

"I'm stronger..." You paused to stab through the dummy. "...alone."

Your dad sighed and lowered his head. "I don't want you to be alone..."

You sighed and set your sword down to give him your full attention.

"Dad...I promise, if there's a guy out there who...takes my hand..." You said, taking your dad's hand. "...and looks me in the eye..."

"...And I don't want to hit him."

Your dad groaned.

"Then I'll consider it. But that guy doesn't exist."

"Then go to the dance to help me keep an eye on the flirtatious sister of yours..."

You groaned as your dad pulled you into a hug. "That's my girl!"

•

-Third Person P.O.V-

As Sunny kept climbing down the cliff, he slipped and yelled before holding onto a branch.

"I thought I heard something!" A heard a monster say.

Sunny covered his mouth before the creature pointed to a hole.

"I won't fit!" Sunny whispered.

The creature sucked it's stomach, wanting Sunny to do the same.

Sunny sighed before sucking in his stomach and climbing into the hole.

Then he looked up at the creature and beckoned him forward. "Come on."

The creature shook his head no before hissing at Sunny

"She's that scary?" He asked.

The creature nodded before pushing in down into the hole.

As he slid through the hole, he screamed before landing on his butt.

To his left, he saw a small trapdoor with blue light emitting from it.

Curious, Sunny climbed inside the room and saw a blue cobweb ball clinging to a stick.

"Hello?"

He got up close to the ball and looked inside.

Inside was a tiny blue fairy.

"Are you the Sugar Plum Fairy?" Sunny asked.

She didn't respond.

"Weird. I expected something more...purple."

She still didn't respond.

"Hello?" Sunny asked, waving the petal in front of the ball.

Seeing the petal, the Sugar Plum Fairy screamed.

Which caused Sunny to scream as well.

"A Prim Rose..?" She asked shakily.

"Yes! I brought it so you can-"

"Nuh uh." She said, crossing her arms and turning away.

"...so you can make-"

"LA LA LA LA LA LA!" She sang, covering her ears.

"...the love potion..."

"How do you think I GOT IN HERE?!" She yelled before Sunny shushed her.

"Look, my name is Sunny-"

"The king WON'T LISTEN TO ME about what happened on that fateful day...and I've been locked away for soooo long..."

"That fateful day?" Sunny asked confused.

The Sugar Plum Fairy gasped. "You were listening! So I'll do it."

"Yes!" He cheered.

"IF! You promise to set me free."

"...what?"

"Shake on it?" She asked.

"Uhhh-"

"You can reach in, I can't reach out."

Sunny stuck his hand into the ball, but when it shrunk, he looked horrified and immediately pulled his hand out, screaming.

"You should have seen your face!" She laughed.

"Oh wait! I can show you!"

She spun around before making Sunny's face appear on hers and she mocked the way he screamed.

Which made him scream again.

"Another good one! Wanna see?"

"No no no!"

"Petal." She said, holding her hand out.

Sunny put his hand through the ball again and the Sugar Plum Fairy snatched it.

"Plumettes!" She called out as even tinier versions of herself appeared.

Then she turned to Sunny. "Believe you me! There can be 'unforseen consequences'."

"Like...what?"

~"Love....Love is strange..."~ She started to sing.

"Uh- now's not the time for a concert."

~"Many people...take it for a...game."~ She sang as she tossed a ball of magic around with Sunny watching in amazement.

"No looky-loos!" She said before turning away from him, which made him pout.

~"Once you...get it! Ah! You'll get an awful..."~ She cut herself off when she saw Sunny peeking again.

"What did I say?!"

"Not looking! Not looking!"

~"Cause after you...have it...you'll never wanna...quit..."~ She sang before turning to Sunny again.

"If you think making the potion's dangerous, wait till you USE it!"

~"Love...is...strange...!"~ As she kept singing, she made the ball of magic expand.

Sunny gasped and backed away from the ball, expecting it to explode or something.

~"Looooooove...is strange!"~

But it didn't.

"Oh I'm so good! It scares me so!"

Sunny turned back to her, absolutely confused.

•

Papyrus approached one of the monsters. "IS THE HUMAN TAKEN CARE OF?"

"He's a slippery little devil!"

Papyrus growled. "HE'S JUST A HUMAN!"

As he paced around his throne room, Gaster suddenly appeared.

"Hi!"

"DAD NO!"

"Oh relax! You're not pasta! Now, feast your eyes on-"

"NO!" Papyrus cut off his dad as a female monster appeared out from behind a rock.

"Shyryn's into fungi!"

"NO!"

"Muffet likes to torture the humans she eats!"

"DAD!" Papyrus groaned.

Gaster sighed and approached his son. "All you need is someone to l-"

"DON'T. SAY IT."

"What is it with men these days? They can't say that word. L-" Gaster was cut off when Papyrus covered his mouth with his hand.

He mumbled something into his hand and Papyrus sighed.

"PROMISE TO STOP TALKING?"

Gaster nodded and Papyrus slowly removed his hand.

~"LOOOOVVVVEEEE!"~

•

~"Once you get it!"~ The Sugar Plum Fairy sang as she poured the potion into a bottle. ~"You're in an awful fix!"~

She almost handed it to Sunny before immediately pulling it away.

"Whoops! I almost forgot the last step!"

Sunny jumped back and covered his eyes as the Sugar Plum Fairy gave the bottle a kiss which made the potion glow a bright pink.

"Directions: dust the one you love, stand in front, be the first she sees when she opens her eyes."

"Got it!" Sunny said. "Dust the first eyes you see, be in front, and stand on the one you love."

"Now pull!" The Sugar Plum Fairy said as she held out the potion.

Sunny reached in and pulled her out of the ball slowly.

Once she was out, he stared down at the potion before she wiped a tear from her eye.

"Sunny..." She sniffled. "I know what set me free..."

"Me." Sunny said before she cut him off by singing.

•

Shyryn offered Papyrus a flower and he brushed her off, before a spider web attached to his hip.

He was pulled towards Muffet and she hissed at him seductively.

He backed away from her before backing into another girl.

All the girls and his father circled around him, singing.

Getting angry, Papyrus gripped onto his staff angrily. "SHUT UP!!!"

Everyone else shut up, but Papyrus could hear the Sugar Plum Fairy singing from the dungeon.

"SUGAR PLUM? SHE CAN'T BE..." He trailed off as he left the throne room.

•

"Okay...quietly..." Sunny said as he lifted the trapdoor.

Suddenly, Sugar Plum broke through the trapdoor and flew around the dungeon excitedly.

"I'M FREEEEEEE!"

"Free?!" Sunny asked. "We're still in the dungeon!"

He rolled his eyes and started walking up the stairs. "Crazy lady..."

"I'M FREE, DID I MENTION I'M FREE?!" She yelled behind Sunny, scaring him before he shushed her.

The two walked up the stairs quietly before she stopped him. "Wait!"

"What?! Where?!"

"How did you find me?" She asked.

"A little white creature thingy." He said.

"The imp?!" She groaned. "He wants the potion! Loves to spread it around like goblin poop!"

"Ew." Sunny said.

"Hey!"

"What?!" Sunny said, annoyed.

"Never let THIS imp..." She said, turning into the imp and mocking him. "...get THAT potion!"

"Okay!" Sunny said before they heard the King stomping down the steps quickly.

They both gasped and hid under the stairs together.

"NO NO NO!" He said, once he saw that the Sugar Plum Fairy had escaped.

Then he turned towards his brother. "SANS! SOUND THE ALARM!"

"weewooweewooweewoowee-"

"UNDYNE! SOUND THE ALARM!"

Undyne let out a deep noise as Sunny and the Sugar Plum Fairy snuck up the stairs behind them.

The Sugar Plum Fairy flew around the room, distracting the monsters so that Sunny could escape.

Papyrus, hearing the commotion upstairs, grabbed the cobweb ball and ran back up the stairs, then he summoned a magical flying skull called a 'Gaster Blaster'.

He climbed on top of it and chased the Sugar Plum Fairy around.

Soon the monsters realized Sunny was running and started chasing after him.

But before any of them could catch him, the imp pulled him back up to the log for safety.

"HUMANS DON'T HAVE MAGIC, DO THEY?" Undyne asked.

"no." Sans said.

"THEN HOW DID HE DISAPPEAR?!"

"no idea."

Once Papyrus was close enough, he swung the cobweb ball at the Sugar Plum Fairy and caught her.

"THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN..."

Sunny and the imp sighed in sadness and watched the Sugar Plum Fairy get dragged back into the castle.

Then the Imp saw the potion and tried grabbing it.

"Hey!" Sunny said, throwing him off his back. "...uh oh."

Then he saw the imp caught onto the rope.

"I'm sorry! Plum warned me about you!" Sunny said before lifting up the pick and the rope before letting it fall into the abyss.

"Oh no..." He said, worried he killed the imp.

"You okay little guy?" He asked into the abyss.

"...little guy?"

The imp squeaked back at him and he sighed. "Oh good, bye!"

Then he ran out of the log and back to the human kingdom.

•

Papyrus angrily shook the cobweb ball, making Sugar Plum dizzy.

"WHAT. DID. YOU. DO?!"

"Well..." She started. "The human asked me to make a love potion."

"BUT HE DIDN'T HAVE A PRIM ROSE PETAL?"

"And he brought me a Prim Rose petal!"

Papyrus gasped. "YOU MADE THE POTION?!"

"Just like I did on that fateful day, you never ever let me talk about!"

"WHERE IS HE?!" Papyrus demanded.

"Halfway to the Spring Festival by now!" She laughed.

Papyrus let out a roar and stomping up to the throne room.

He slammed his staff on the ground three times and all the monsters in the area came to the throne room.

"WHO WANTS TO GO TO A PARTY TONIGHT?!" He said as he summoned another Gaster Blaster.

The other monsters cheered and used overgrown flies to fly to the Spring Dance while Papyrus led the way on his Gaster Blaster.

•

-Second Person P.O.V.-

You sighed as you went to join everyone else in the Spring Dance while Sunny sang on stage.

After lazily dancing for a while, you saw that Roland and start dancing with a cute girl.

You groaned and stormed off.

"(Y/n)!" Your dad called out, but you ignored him and walked away.

You could still hear the band and Sunny singing though.

You leaned against the wall and kept to yourself.

After a while, you suddenly heard the music change and looked to see what was happening.

Dawn was dancing with Roland, but worse, there were monsters trying to take over the band.

You gasped before grabbing your sword and rushing back into the scene.

You swung your sword at some more monsters before you were tackled to the ground by two giant dogs.

A yellow lizard grabbed a bag from one of the dogs.

"This one's too feisty, I'll grab the smaller one!"

"DAWN!" You yelled.

You saw Dawn talking to Sunny as the lizard crept up on her.

Then, Sunny was attacked by a small white creature and was fighting with him for an open bottle of love potion.

"Love potion?! No!"

Sunny then accidentally flung the love potion towards Dawn just as the bag was pulled over her head.

"NO!" You and Sunny yelled.

"My little girl!" Your dad called out as he and the other guards were pinned.

You let out a yell of anger as you kept struggling to break free.

But all went quiet as you heard a voice.

"WHERE'S MY POTION?!"

A tall skeleton deceneded from the sky on a giant dragon skull before it disappeared into a puff smoke.

He landed and wore a golden crown on his head with a large red cape that trailed behind him.

He had claws and carried a large bone staff with him.

King Papyrus of the Monster Kingdom.

"WHERE IS THE LOVE POTION?!" He demanded.

"RELEASE MY SISTER, YOU DOG TOY!" You yelled as you struggled against the monsters.

Papyrus turned towards you with an angry glare.

He got in your face and grabbed your chin, making you look up at him.

"RETURN THE LOVE POTION BY MOONDOWN, TOUGH GIRL. OR YOUR SISTER'S HEAD WILL BE FOUND ON YOUR DOORSTEP!"

You yelled out in rage and threw your fist at him.

But he caught it and smirked at you. "YOU'LL HAVE TO TRY HARDER THAN THAT, PRINCESS."

You bared your teeth at him as he threw your fist down.

"Wait!" Sunny called out. "Take me instead! Not her! I took the potion!"

"SUNNY!" You yelled.

Papyrus got in his face and glared at him. "THEN GIVE IT BACK."

"I-I...don't have it."

"YOU HEARD MY TERMS!" Papyrus yelled as he summoned another dragon skull. "BY MOONDOWN, OR WE WILL EAT EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!"

He climbed on top of it and flew away with Dawn in a bag.

One of the monsters grabbed your sword and held it at your throat.

You kicked it out of their hands and swung at them as they climbed onto othersized flies and flew away.

You stuffed your sword back into its carrier, but before you could run off to save Dawn, your dad grabbed you.

"(Y/n), I forbid you to go into the dark forest!"

"Dad I let this happen! If I hadn't left, I could have fought off the monsters sooner and Dawn would still be here! I have to get her back!"

"No, you have to stay here! I'll get Dawn back. I need you to stay safe."

You sighed, giving in to your father.

"I'll save the princess!" Roland said as he stepped out from behind a leaf.

"Roland! Yes!" Your dad said.

"Oh no." You groaned.

"What do you need?"

"We can't trust HIM!" You said.

"I need an army, and weapons!"

You groaned and faced towards Sunny.

"SUNNY!"

"What?" He asked.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!"

He looked down, ashamed. "I don't know..."

"If we don't do something...Dawn could be killed...or worse, eaten!" You said.

"What can I do to help?" Sunny asked.

"Get the potion back! I'm going to save my sister!" You yelled before running into the forest.

•

-Third Person P.O.V.-

"(Y/n)!" The King called out as (Y/n) ran away.

"Looks like I gotta save two princesses." Roland smirked.

"Sunny!" The King said.

"What?"

"If ANYTHING happens to my daughters, I'm holding you PERSONALLY RESPONSIBLE!"

"This is all, your fault!" Roland said.

Sunny stared up at Roland, confused, knowing that he was the reason he stole the love potion to begin with.

As the king and Roland walked away, some of Sunny's friends surrounded him.

"You nearly got everyone killed!" One of them said, and the others agreed.

"I know...I know...But here me out for a second. Dawn is my best friend, but she's our princess, and we're her people. She needs us to help and rescue her! Together, we can save her from being eaten and bring her home safely! Who's with me?!"

No one responded.

"No volunteers?" He asked.

Everyone stepped back, except for one big beefy guy.

"Pierre!" Sunny laughed and hugged him. "Thanks man!"

Pierre tried to take a step back, but it was already too late.

"Uh oh."

•

As the monsters returned to their kingdom, Papyrus sat in his throne.

"BRING ME...THE PRISONER."

One of monsters came in and set the bag down.

The monsters started to cheer, thinking they were going to get to eat the human princess

"I'll eat her arms!

"I'll eat her legs!"

"I'll get the backbone!"

"NO EATING!" Papyrus demanded.

A yellow lizard tried to lick the bag but Papyrus stopped her.

"ALPHYS." He said, threateningly.

She groaned before backing away from the bag.

Then Sans and Undyne pulled the bag off the princess and allowed her to stand up.

"SO WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?"

She stared at him for a little while before gasping excitedly.

~"Sugar pie honey bunch!"~ She sang.

Papyrus stared at her confused.

"...WHAT?"

~"You know that I love youuuu."~ She sang as she walked up the stairs to him.

Papyrus leaned back, clearly uncomfortable as she tried to take his hand.

~"I can't help myself...I love you...and nobody else..."~

Then she tried to kiss him as his minions stared at the scene in disbelief.

He yanked his hands away and used his staff to keep her at bay.

"STAY BACK!"

She kept singing as she moved to sit on his lap.

"AND GET OFF ME!" He said, pushing her off.

He backed away from her as she kept singing.

When she pinned him to the wall, he saw a familiar look in her eyes.

"THE POTION...THE POTION!"

The other monsters were covering their ears at her singing.

When she tried to kiss him again, Papyrus covered her mouth and turned towards Sans and Undyne.

"CUFF HER! TAKE THIS CRAZY HUMAN TO THE DUNGEONS AND LOCK HER AWAY!"

"She is crazy! In love with you!" Gaster said, making Papyrus groan. "Do I hear wedding bells?"

As the princess was dragged away, Papyrus sat on his throne and sighed. "I HATE PRINCESSES."

"I will look under every rock, to make sure you don't die sad and alone. Princess or not." Gaster said.

"...BRING ME THE SUGAR PLUM FAIRY!" Papyrus yelled as he slammed his staff on the ground.

•

-Second Person P.O.V.-

You were now along the border of the human kingdom and the monster kingdom

"I'm coming Dawn!" You yelled before taking in a deep breath before running in.

The forest was dark and scary, but you kept going.

Because you knew you had to save Dawn.

•

-Third Person P.O.V-

Sunny and Pierre ran through the forest while chasing down the imp.

"Pierre! Go right!" Sunny commanded.

He nodded then went right and they swung their ropes together in unison, making circles to capture the imp with.

The imp stood on a log and squeaked.

Thinking he was trapped, Sunny and Pierre swung their ropes at him.

But he jumped out of the way and the lasso'ed each other by accident.

As they were getting tangled in the rope, they rolled down a hall and once they stopped, they accidentally kissed.

Sunny pulled away and exclaimed in disgust. "EWW!"

"Oh nuh uh, I don't swing that way."

After a few seconds of silence, Sunny sighed. "What do we do now?"

"I dunno. But hey, at least it can't get any worse."

Suddenly, the lion with a cut on it's forehead that (Y/n) threw a rock at, came into sight.

"...it just did."

It approached Sunny and Pierre, then put one of it's paws on them.

"Your cut seems to be healing pretty good...!" Sunny said.

The lion roared at them before the imp sprinkled love potion onto the lion.

Then it fell in love with both Pierre and Sunny.

It started to lick their faces like a dog and Sunny gagged. "EW! STOP IT BLALALALAH!"

"I think he...likes us?"

The imp put the cork stopper back in the bottle before running away and giggling.

"Hey! Get back here!" Sunny yelled as the lion rubbed up on him and Pierre.

•

Even though Dawn was in the dungeon, her singing could still be heard and it left Papyrus in a bad mood.

And it left the other monsters tortured.

"Ohh, don't let her sunny sweetness flam-flumble you!" Gaster said, walking into the room. "Not your type."

Then he waved a fly girl over. "But I found someone who's positively perfect for you!"

"NOT NOW FATHER!" Papyrus groaned and put his head in his hand.

The fly girl started to cry and Gaster sighed. "I'm not giving up."

Suddenly, Sans and Undyne ran into the room carrying Plum's ball.

They set it down in front of Gaster and he glared at her.

"Gaster." She said.

"Plum." He said.

"Still trying to play match maker?" She asked.

"Homewrecker!" Gaster growled.

"DAD! STOP IT!" Papyrus said, covering the place where his ears would be. "SUGAR PLUM! GIVE ME THE ANTIDOTE!"

"No! I won't stop because she ruined your special day!"

"DAD!"

"Wait! I know this song! Cover up!" A monster said while everyone except Gaster and Plum did.

"GIVE ME THE ANTIDOTE!" Papyrus yelled.

"And what will you do if I don't?" She sassed. "Oooh, lock me away?"

Then she started singing with Dawn which made the monsters more miserable.

"I can't live!" One of the monsters wailed.

"EVERY! BODY! BE! QUIET!" Papyrus yelled.

When no one listened, he roared and ran down to the dungeon with his cape trailing behind him.

As he got closer to the dungeon, the singing got louder.

When Dawn realized he was standing in front of her cell, she gasped and tried to touch him through the bars.

He jumped back and started to threaten her. "IF YOU DON'T KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! I AM GOING TO RIP YOUR LIMBS OFF AND EAT YOU...YOUR ROYAL MAJESTY..." He said sarcastically.

She booped his nose and giggled. "Flirt." She said before sticking a hand-made boutonniere onto his armor.

He groaned. "UGH! WHAT IS THAT?!"

"I made it special for you!"

"FOR...ME?"

"It looks good on you!"

He stared at her confused. "UHH I...I D-DON'T-"

"I hope you like it!"

"THIS ISN'T-"

He was going to yell at her but when he saw he look at him so fondly, he decided against it.

He coughed awkwardly. "WELL, UM, THANK YOU...IT'S UM...IT'S...LOVELY..."

She gasped and started singing again out of excitement.

"NO, NO, WHAT YOU'RE FEELING IS THE POTION!...YOU KNOW..."

She reached for him and he gave her hand a small pat on her hand which made her more excited. "NO...I SUPPOSE YOU DON'T..."

When she still kept singing, he covered his 'ears' again. "JUST STOP!"

After hearing him yell, she stopped and stared at him happily.

Realizing she stopped, Papyrus looked at her before coming up with an idea.

"YOU MUST BE TIRED FROM ALL THAT SINGING."

"I could SING FOREVERRRR!" She said before he shushed her.

"WHY DON'T YOU TAKE A LITTLE NAP?"

She nodded and laid down on a giant mushroom.

"I PROMISE I'LL STAY RIGHT HERE." He said as he already started walking away.

"Wait!" She called out to him.

Annoyed, he slowly turned around and looked at her.

"Please tell me your name." She begged.

He slammed his staff on the ground. "I, AM KING PAPYRUS!"

"My Kingy Wingy Papy Wapy!" She yawned.

"KING. PAPYRUS." He repeated.

"Papy Wapy."

"PAPURUS." He said, getting annoyed with her.

"Goodnight, sweet Papy Wapy."

He growled before sighing. "...GOODNIGHT..." He said before closing the doors outside her cell.

When he turned around, one of the monsters was behind him.

"News, your majesty!" The monster yelled, which made Papyrus jump back.

"QUIET!...SHE'S ASLEEP."

"Sorry!" The monster said. "There's reports of lots of creatures being..."

He paused and looked around to make sure no one was near by.

"...love dusted..."

Papyrus roared. "BRING THEM-!"

He quickly cut himself off before kneeling down and whispering to the monster. "BRING THEM IN...BRING THEM ALL...IN...HERE."

•

The Imp went around spreading love everywhere he went.

Making couples of the same sex, of the opposite sex, of the same species, and of different species.

It didn't matter to them, they just liked to spread love.

But then, the little imp saw Sunny and Pierra chasing after him again.

They giggled before running away again.

"We gotcha now, you crazy little thing!" Sunny yelled as he chased them.

Then the Imp ran towards a cave thinning he would loose them.

The Imp giggled and waved goodbye to Sunny and Pierre.

But the lion ate him.

Sunny and Pierra chuckled as they approached the love sick lion.

"Hey you!" Sunny said.

The Lion purred.

"No, not you sweetie." Sunny said. "The little imp inside."

"We caught you! Now hand it over! Or else we'll ask you again at the other end of the lion."

The Imp squeaked from inside the lion's mouth before handing Sunny the potion.

Sunny chuckled. "Thank you!"

"Spit!" Pierre said and the lion spit out the imp before letting Sunny and Pierre ride him.

As they walked off, the imp sat down sadly and covered it's eyes with it's ears.

Then they started to cry and Pierre turned back to the imp feeling sorry for them.

Pierre whistled and caught the imp's attention.

Pierre then waved to the imp so that they could join them.

The Imp squeaked excitedly before hopping on as well.

"Let's go rescue Dawn!"

•

Up ahead, Roland and the army the king gave him, were walking through the dark forest.

His soldiers were clearing the path for him while Roland complained about how disgusting the entire place was.

"Imagine, the most unimaginable horrors and grotesqueries!"

Suddenly they heard a roar.

"...that was probably nothing." He said.

Suddenly, a lion jumped into view with Sunny and Pierre on it's back.

"Hey Roland." Sunny said smugly.

The army 'wow'd at how Sunny managed to tame a lion.

"Wait...WAIT!" Roland said. "How did you get that-"

"He fell in love with me." Sunny smirked.

"Me too!" Pierre said. "Is that...wrong?"

"Wow!" Roland said. "You must REALLY need that potion."

"Hey, wait! I got it for y-"

"DAWN!" Roland interrupted him. "You got it for Princess Dawn. Winky Winky."

The army 'ooh'd.

Sunny looked at Roland and then Roland dragged his thumb across his neck.

Sunny gulped. "I-I got it for Dawn-"

Roland the reached over and snatched the love potion from Sunny. "I'll take that! To...keep it safe."

The imp then jumped onto Roland and tried to take the potion.

But Roland held him by the ears and then tossed him back.

Then Sunny gasped. "It's almost moondown! Hang on Dawn, I'm coming!"

The army 'ooh'd again.

"OKAY! Yes! I love her! You know! Hahahah!"

He tapped his lion on the head. "Come on sweetie, let's go."

The army started to follow him until Roland yelled out. "Halt!"

Then he waited until everyone stopped. "March."

"I lead." He said as his army caught up yo Sunny and his lion.

•

-Second Person P.O.V.-

You ran through the forest and saw some monsters hauling in humans and monsters inside.

"Oooh! Kiss me! Quick!" A human girl said as she turned to kiss a mud monsters.

"No smooching!" One of the guards said.

She sighed sadly before heading inside.

You groaned in disgust.

You had a feeling the love potion was behind this.

You followed the guards inside and found your way to the throne room.

"...AND LEAVE ME ALONE." Papyrus said as he shooed his guards away.

"Perfect." You whispered.

Once the guards left, you drew your sword and ran into the room.

Papyrus gasped and grabbed his staff.

You swung at him but he blocked it with his staff.

"WOAH WOAH WOAH!"

"Release my sister." You growled.

Papyrus groaned. "UGH! NOT ANOTHER PRINCESS!"

Then he pushed you back and gripped onto his staff. "WELL, AT LEAST YOU'RE NOT SINGING."

As soon as he said that, you started to sing and swung at him

~"I'm coming straight on for you!"~

Papyrus groaned and fought you off.

~"I've made up my mind!"~

As you two fought, two of his guards ran back into the room.

A smaller skeleton and a giant fish lady.

~"I'm feeling stronger, NOW I'm coming through!"~

"NEED ANY HELP?" The fish lady asked.

"NO." Papyrus chuckled as he effortlessly dodged your attacks.

You swung at him again. ~"I'm coming straight on for you! Yeahhhh! Straight on for youuuu!"~

Then you two came together, pressing your weapons together.

"Had enough?"

"I COULD DO THIS ALL DAY!"

You pushed against him harder. "Release. My. Sister."

"NOT UNTIL I GET THE POTION." He growled back.

"What do you even need the potion for?!"

"I DON'T 'NEED' IT. I WANT TO DESTROY IT!"

Papyrus swung at you and you bent backwards to dodge it.

"Hah!"

"NEED ANY HELP?" The fish lady asked again.

"NO!"

Then Papyrus knocked your sword out of your hand and into the air.

He smirked at you but then you kicked him in the chest and sent him back, giving you enough time to grab your sword.

"IMPRESSIVE." He said before you pointed your sword at his throat.

"looks like you need help." The smaller skeleton said with a smirk.

"NO!!!"

Then Papyrus knocked your sword away and you two kept swinging at each other.

He swung at you once again and you spun away from him laughing.

"Ha hah! So! Is that all you got?"

~"NOW I KNOWW!"~ He sang as he started spinning his staff.

~"HOW TO PLAY MY HANDDD!"~

He bent backwards to avoid your sword and swung at you.

~"BUT WHAT THE WINNERS DON'T KNOW. THE GAMBLER, UNDERSTANDS.~"

~"NO! YOU DON'T STAND A CHAAANCE!"~ You sang together as you charged at each other.

You started to get a little tired, but you had to keep going, for Dawn.

You clashed your weapons together above your head, making you lean up towards him.

~"I'M COMING STRAIGHT ON FOR YOUUU!"~

"OOOH." Papyrus said as he pushed you away.

"YOU FIGHT WELL, HUMAN."

"Wish I could say the same for you!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"

"I was expecting...more." You smirk.

The smaller skeleton laughed.

Papyrus groaned and charged at you.

~"STRAIGHT ON FOR YOUUU!"~

~"Straight on for you!"~

You both charged at each other one last time and clashed your weapons together.

~"STRAIGHT ON FOR YOOOUUU!"~ You sang together as you pushed your weapons tighter against each other.

Then you both pulled away and lowered your weapons, exhausted.

You shakily raised your sword at his throat and he smirked as he panted.

"GO AHEAD. KILL ME. BUT IF YOU DO, YOU WON'T GET YOUR SISTER."

You sighed and lowered your sword.

"NEED ANY HELP?" The fish lady and the small skeleton asked together.

"...NO." Papyrus sighed.

Suddenly, you could hear Dawn's singing echoing from another room.

The fish and skeleton covered their ears and Papyrus gasped.

"THE BEAST, HAS AWOKEN!"

"Oh no...WHAT did she fall in love with?!"

"WOULD YOU CARE TO SEE?" He asked as he set his staff down and walked out of the room.

You put your sword away and followed him.

•

-Third Person P.O.V.-

Gaster poked his head into the throne room from a hallway and saw Papyrus walking away with the human princess.

He sighed happily, thinking his son found someone to love.

"Finally..."

•

-Second Person P.O.V.-

As Papyrus led you into the dungeon, many creatures were singing sadly to each other in cages.

"SEE WHAT HAPPENS, WHEN LOVE IS RELEASED UPON THE WORLD UNCONTROLLED."

You shuddered.

Humans and monsters were stuck under the spell of the love potion.

Suddenly, Papyrus yelled out for everyone to be quiet.

Once everyone shut up, Papyrus turned to a large door in the dungeon.

"I HOPE YOU'VE GOT A STRONG STOMACH."

He opened the door and Dawn started to sing to him.

Papyrus quickly closed the door in the disgust.

You looked at him confused before opening the door again.

~"You know that I love-!"~

You closed the door again and turned to him.

"You?"

"YES."

"Antidote?"

"WORKING ON IT."

You ran your hand through your hair. "I know she's a girl who falls in love with every guy she sees, but THIS is ridiculous!"

Papyrus rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "UH..."

You pulled out your sword and pointed it at him, realizing he left his weapon upstairs.

While facing him, his minions whispered something to him as you pulled Dawn out of her cell.

"Hiii." She smiled at you.

You held her by her shoulders.

"I really enjoyed our fight." You said. "But I'll be taking my sister home now."

Dawn gasped and pushed herself away from you. "Oh no you're not!" When she pushed you, she knocked your sword out of your hands and towards Papyrus.

"Dawn!"

Papyrus kicked the sword up to his hands and pointed it towards you, smirking.

Dawn spun around him and attached herself at his hip.

"Papy Wapy!"

"KING PAPYRUS." He corrected her.

(PART ONE DONE)

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