#underfell my beloved i love you so much

[asamiibee]

hi there im new and which undertale au is your favorite?

Omg

Hello

I'm trying to get back into tumblr. sorry if this is like extremely late LMAO

My favorite AU is Underfell, to much surprise, and Undyne's my favorite from there cuz @underfell made her even hotter somehow

If you're also curious about a favorite Out!Code, I'd have to say Error.

[banshee-b00]

Everytime someone writes Underfell Papyrus as a misogynistic abusive asshole an angel loses its wings 💔

[velvetwyrme]

i eat up ur recs with a spoon and have almost gotten to the end of the list!!! do u have any other self insert recs? thank u! u have great taste

MWAH MWAH ILY !! THANK YOU and yes ofc I have more recs (not as many as last time, but it should still be a decent list to sink your teeth into <3)

Take care when reading, and always be sure to check the tags!

Same notation as last time, with STATUS of each fic labelled as such: Finished, Ongoing/Unfinished, Discontinued. (Unless the author specified that the fic is Discontinued or on Indefinite Hiatus, I will mark it as Ongoing/Unfinished. Oneshots are also marked as such.)

Spicy (Explicit) and/or Dark fics have also been labelled if relevant. (I won’t mark ones with just suggestive themes/moments, since I cant guarantee I’ll catch all of them. Similarly, unless there is consistent graphic death or gore I [probably] won’t mark it as dark.)

MULTICHAPTERS

As always, tread carefully while reading and take care of yourselves <3

Edit: Fixed a missing link or two!

These Masks We Wear - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

TIME LOOPS BABEY!!!! This reader is a delight from the get go because they have been stuck in a time loop and are... rather impulsive because of it, which lands them in a bit of a mess, because these strange, dangerous monsters have just emerged from the mountain. (I'm screaming and yelling at this fic very intensely)

Resisting the Current - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

If you haven't read this yet please do yourself a favour and read it. The premise was enough to get me irrevocably hooked (anti-harem but the gf is ALSO into you. ALSO SHE'S YOUR EX) and the writing is just FANTASTIC. I'm obsessed with the dialogue and description at every turn. Also, I would very much like to kiss Quinn please and thank you. The plot is beginning to set in now, and it's so good??? I have to cut this short or else I'll talk forever <3

ALSO the same author recently posted the first chapter of Wishbone which has me in a vice grip!!! AHH

Comic Classifieds - Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

*kicks in the door* DID I HEAR... FAKE DATING? Very sweet VERY funny, with an extremely extraordinarily awkward reader. (Who is also "cute in an awkward, baby giraffe kind of way.") It's sooo good please please check it out.

Stolen with Friendship, Captured by Love - Papyrus/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

2016... I still love this fic deeply <3 It's so SWEET and it reminds me of the good days of fic... Papyrus is. a Lot to deal with, but the reader takes it all in stride. He is SO full of energy and I want to sqUISH HIM.

Tough Choices, Tougher Consequences - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

I loooooove stories where soldiers get thrust into awful political matters. After you are forcefully removed from the battlefield, the Emperor gifts you his finest gladiator- Papyrus. He intends for the monster to be a toy to you as much as you are a toy to him, but you can't accept that and quickly broker a deal with Papyrus for his freedom.

Already There - Underfell!Sans/Reader - Finished

[Warning: INCREDIBLY SAD AND GOOD]

BURSTS INTO TEARS. Like for real though I adore this fic, it will break you into a hundred million pieces. My beloved son!!!!!!! I can't believe I didn't add this one to my last list it's such an influential piece of my existence like genuinely

There is also a sequel! Which hasn't updated since 2018 BUT STILL IS REALLY GOOD. If you want a slightly less heartbreaking story, the author also has another Sans/Reader; A Tale of Dog and Monster which makes me want to cry but in a happy emotional way instead.

Here's to You, Doll - Mafia!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Ah... this one is very fun. You're a scientist who gets accidentally isekai'd into a Mafiatale universe and becomes stranded there. Unfortunately for you, Don Gaster and his brothers think you are a spy, so you're kinda stuck with them. Also Sans is kinda a little freak in this one at times (/appreciative)

Soul Collector - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

The reader (the Soul Collector) gets transported into another universe and has to stay with their alternate, who is the skeleton's terrible neighbour. You look just like her, of course, resulting in a lot of VERY confusing interactions. I wasn't expecting to, but I actually really like Meyer.

Consequences - Papyrus(?)/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Anti harem, but the reader gets mcfreaking MURDERED (and so does classic Papyrus?!) so now they are both Ghosts. Focus is currently more on platonic relationships and REVENGE but I'm enjoying the twist on the typical anti-harem structure!!

My Soulmate is a Pastel Goth (And Other Concerns) - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Edge is very cute in this and I also feel really bad for him, he's trying so hard but the MC will not give him the time of day ;w;!! I looove me a good tumultuous soulmate fic. (Note: this fic also features Fem!Frisk as Sans’ soulmate in the bg, so if you’re not a fan, that’s something to note ^^! Fr//ans isn’t quite my thing, but tbh I’m really interested in seeing how things turn out here!)

ERROR: Not Found - Error!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Error, gets obsessed with the reader and kidnaps them! It's slice of life, so don't expect TOO much hard hitting angst here, it's more about being woo'd by the strange stalkerish entity who knows everything about you <3

When Death isn't an Option - Horror!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes]

I'm a sucker for immortal readers, especially ones that get stuck in HORRORTALE of all places. This fic is very fun and plays in the Horrortale sandbox in a fun way- I'm enjoying it a ton so far :]!!!

Additionally... if you liked that or if you're like me and love immortal readers forced to make decisions of extremely dubious morality and sense because of their immortal nature, you should also check out Cadarverous and 𝚎𝚊t. which are both very dark and very compelling.

Babysitting with Extra Morbid Steps - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes]

So the first thing you need to know is: Papyrus is dead.

... WAIT WAIT WAIT HEAR ME OUT- this is a really brilliantly written fic about like. SO much fucked up shit happening. The reader is Sans' friend, who he has hired/tasked with guarding the various alternates he has. just straight up imprisoned(?!?!). I avoided this for a while because of the aforementioned Papyrus Being Dead thing, but HOT DAMN I'm glad I read it in the end. Delightfully horrifying, but it gets sweet I swear!!! I would say read the tags but those are Spoilery ;)!

Additional note; the comments section often has Really Interesting dissections of characters and their motivations, which if you're into that (like me) then you should read those too!

All You Knead is Loaf - Sans/Reader - Finished

[Warning: Contains Explicit Content.]

Super sweet, VERY punny fic that updated over the course of a month iirc. It's a cute food-centric Sans/Reader!

Like a moth to flame…or a lamp - Mothman Horror!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

BIG MOTHMAN HORROR!!! He's so sweet and sad this poor man. He has mistaken the reader for his mate and is trying to woo them again...

Those Times I Met His Brother - Sans/Reader - Finished

Essentially you befriend Papyrus and keep getting left with Sans, during which you grow closer. Love Papyrus' not-so-subtle attempts to get them together afjkdfjsf,,

Just Try and Help (Lil Old Hopeless Me) - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Skeleton reader! Very angy skeleton reader. They do not Want to be here (understandably, considering they were essentially kidnapped) but their former caretaker is gone, and they have nowhere to go.

Lovely House of Bones - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Six monsters get stranded in a snowstorm, and you help them not freeze to death by inviting them into the house you inherited. I'm really excited to see where this one goes :D!

Maybe In Time, You'll Want To Be Mine - Underfell!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

More!! Soulmate stuff!!!! SOULMARKS BABEY!! Love it when there are misunderstandings! Love it when there are cuuuuute background character kiddos!! AUGH it's cute! And angsty! But cute!!

No Good Deed - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Finished

You volunteer at a local homeless shelter where you meet a strange, less-than-friendly volunteer. Short and sweet!

Nothing but Skin and Bone - Horror!Skelebros/Reader - Finished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes]

MORE Horrortale content! This one only finished last month or so- it goes from angsty to sweet/cute and it's real good!!

If you read that and want EVEN MORE sadness and gore, the author's other work Vivid Blood, Pale Scars (DARK) is very tragic and very fucked up because you get saddled the Horrorfell boys this time. MUCH Hurt and No Comfort!! All the endings hurt me in different ways and none of them are happy. LUCKILY(?) the spinoff/AU where the skelebros and reader from VBPS get pulled into a multiversal skeleton house; Blurred Lines, Opened Wounds has just started!! Surely nothing can go wrong. Surely.

The Princes' Bride - Skelebros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

What if you got kidnapped by the king to marry his sons. "Why" is a good question. And an even MORE pressing question is: how do you get OUTTA here. (Papyrus is a sweetie, Sans is distrusting, and King Gaster is a mysterious weirdo who is a good dad and bad everything else.)

MorTificaTion - Bad Sanses/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Reader from Outertale gets yanked into Horrortale! They then have to masquerade as Sans' wife and Aliza's mother, all the while trying to just stay alive. Not to mention the other Sanses running around... really fun premise and I'm excited to see where it all goes >:0!! Also extra kudos to the name of the fic because YAY Murder Time Trio (MTT) mention!

So here's the plan... - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader/Underswap!Papyrus- Finished

[Warning: Contains Explicit Content.]

VERY CUTE!! Love them. Fake dating except there's a third conspirator involved. Each of them was also trying to set the other two up in a couple uwu. Chapter 1 is cute, and chapter 2 is spicy ;)!

Just a Cat - Swapfell!Skelebros/Reader - Finished

The reader is in fact, not just a cat. (He is a shapeshifter, and pretends to be a cat.) Shenanigans ensue.

An Apple a Day Keeps the Asshole Away - Swapfell!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Unhinged. When I say unhinged I mean it in the best possible way but it IS unhinged. They're all a bunch of little FREAKS. Please read it, if only to experience the absolute TERROR of Miss Bluebell and also Steve. What the hell (appreciative)

Honey Lemon Tea - ...?/Reader - Discontinued

RAGHHH I'm so sad this was discontinued :(( I loved the set up and the mystery so much... the author did leave an end note with how the plot would have played out though!

Shifting Morals - Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

You go stargazing and have an encounter with a mysterious stranger :0c?! (It's Sans. He's a cool beasty guy, and he is very very sadly Entirely alone.)

Additionally, this fic was suddenly revived 5 years after posting the first chapter which I have immense respect for.

The Key To Freedom - Yandere Buttontale!Papyrus/Reader - Finished

Yandere Papyrus! Not a common sight, but this fic does it particularly well. He mostly wants to eat your soul at first, but then he starts getting... attached. The bittersweet ending!!! AUGH.

Milky Tea and Souls - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

What if you could summon bitty versions of your soulmates!! And oh stars why are there so many- WHAT DO YOU MEAN MORE KEEP APPEARING??? The reader has a handful of skeletons and more to deal with!

The House on Lane 66 - Various/Reader - Finished

[Warning: Contains Explicit Content.]

I feel like legally I have to include this (/lh /j). I finally finished it recently and went "WOAH..."

I stopped reading for a while (because of the length...) BUT I returned to it because I really really enjoy the world building (like holy SHIT!!!) but oh my god that sure is. a Million words now. It is TECHNICALLY finished, but that's only because the next part is in the works(?!?!?!)

Love Grows - Farmtale!Sans/Anomaly!Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

🎵 Love grows where my rosemary goes~

The reader doesn't have a physical body or a way to interact with the world while they watch over Saejun and the rest of the Farmtale characters. They inhabit a scarecrow to have some semblance of personhood, but they remain unable to talk...

Falling - Underswap!Skelebros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes]

You are dying. You are dying and all of a sudden your dad is asking you to pick out a fucking slave of all things. The monster does not trust you (fair) and he thinks you are faking your illness for attention (less fair. what the fuck). Really interesting dynamics in this one!

Se Brûler - Grillby/Reader - Finished

[Warning: Contains Explicit Content.]

I reaaaally love this fic! Sweet fluff! Angst! THE DRAMA!!!!! AUAUUUUGH I have too much to say about it just go read it.

Early Bird Special - Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes]

Old fic that's still updating!!!! Really interesting plot that just keeps getting More Dramatic as time goes on (in a good way). It's a Slavetale AU, in which the reader ends up joining the resistance after a few chance encounters. The author also has a spinoff fic with the same premise but featuring Underfell instead, which results in quiiiiite a lot changing.

nemesis & nike - Various Horrorbros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes]

The reader essentially starts off in a zombie apocalypse and then gets transported into an alternate universe where they initially think that the various skeletons they meet are zombies. Turns out they are not in fact, zombies, but like most of them still want to kill the reader so...

Rules to Survive the Zombie Apocalypse - Swapfell!Skelebros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes] [Warning: Contains Explicit Content.]

More zombie apocalypse stuff! Except this time you're stuck there with a pair of weird skeletons! You give them nicknames so you don't get attached, but of course you end up getting attached anyway.

To My Horror - Horror!Skelebros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Post-surfacing Horrortale fic where the skelebros get to go live their farming dreams. With you! Slice of life with a dash of intimidation and angst.

If you enjoyed the Horrortale/Farmtale fusion, you'll be glad to hear there's also...

The Skeleton Stalks - Horrortale!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Another Horror-farm-tale fusion which has just begun recently! You live on a farm and all of a sudden there is this Big Intelligent Dog hanging around. Eventually, your new neighbors are sent to check in on you and your Great(er) Dog, which leads to some sweet interactions.

The Ruse - Swapfell!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

This is a rework! I read the original fic while it was being originally posted and I ADORED it, and the rework is superb <3 Sans is the Captain of the Royal Guard, who must fight valiantly against the villanous Eclipse, who exists only to spread terror... and you're just some human chilling on the sidelines, posting treasonous Soriel posts on the Undernet.

I'm so so so excited for it to return auauusgfhfhdj THE ORIGINAL FIC IS GONE SO I CAN'T EVEN READ IT TO SATIATE ME...

Almost Alone - Swapfell!Papyrus/Male!Reader - Finished

I love the sleepy, slow atmosphere this fic has- it's so befitting of both SF!Pap and the MC in this. It's soft and sweet and melancholic auauuauauuughgh I LOVE IT... *bursts into tears again*!!!! Also, there is a side fic which follows different POVs throughout the story, which is similarly well written!

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ONESHOTS

Date night Purring - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Oneshot

SUPER CUTE (and slightly suggestive)! Also Edge has a feminine body in this which is always fun. Booba <3

Scares and a Sudden Friendship - Horror!Sans/Reader - Oneshot

Reader's shitty boyfriend leaves them behind in the haunted house in which HT!Sans is working as a scare actor. Sweet little meet cute! (Meet spook?)

Fallen Star - Underfell!Gaster/Reader - Oneshot

An ooooold fic but one that never fails to break my heart. Written from the perspective of UF!Gaster recording experiment logs about the newest fallen human.

Birdy -Mafiafell!Sans/Reader - Oneshot

LET THE BIRD FUCK SHIT UP!! I love the way the Avian... siren(?) reader is characterised... there's also another oneshot in the same series which I enjoyed- love me some weird Creature Body Horror!!

I also really enjoyed the author's other fic: Moss & Mycelium, wherein the reader is a skeleton :]!!

Skeleton's Curiosity - FellswapGold!Skelebros/Reader - Oneshot

SUBNAUTICA AUUUUUUUUUUU YEAAHH BABEY!! I love mermaid AUs and I love Subnautica! Real cute!

Chance Encounter - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Oneshot

ANOTHER SUBNAUTICA AU :D!! Except it's just UF!Pap this time <33 !!!

Leaving A Mark - Sans/Reader - Oneshot

The twist(?) made me laugh so hard I almost cried. It's VERY cute also.

Nice to Scare You - Various/Reader - Oneshot Series

A fun series of oneshots of the spookier variety! Or more Halloween-y at least. All very good <3

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MISC. / OTHER

The Escort - Lust!Sans/Reader || &Reader - Finished

[Warning: Contains Discussions of Explicit Content.]

No romance! (But lots of kind-of-onscreen fucking.) This fic feels like looking at a bunch of polaroids, seeing a snapshot of existence. Life out of context. And it works SO well. It makes me feel sad and existential and I really love it.

Rubble & Ramparts - (An R&R-Inspired AU Fic) - Various/OC || Various&OC - Ongoing/Unfinished

Not a reader insert, but it's like. An AU of a reader insert so I'm including it here!!! Rubble and Ramparts is of course, inspired by R&R (Rabble & Rampallians), which was on my previous list but is getting linked here again for ease of navigation

ALEXIS my beloved!!!!!!! I am in loooove with the way things are going in this fic. It's so COOL and Alexis is such a freaking DELIGHT. Also I just really love reading all the notes from the Cutting Room floor, which the author has kindly included in a separate fic for your reading pleasure!!

ALSO in writing this I also remembered there is Another Spinoff AU fic which IS a reader insert (that I'm enjoying)...

Perception & Patronage (An R&R Spinoff) - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Thank the stars I remembered this, it's really fun!! Also judging by the tags there is also plans for. not only Various Sanses/Reader, but also READER/READER, which is such an underrated thing I love it, but I digress. It's a really fun spin on a really fun fic <3

Teen Livin' - Various Skelebros & Reader + Frisk/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes]

Cute and sad! Platonic reader insert. The reader is a troubled teen who befriends Frisk, and gets to meet a bunch of skeletal guardians. The skeletons have a familial/friend's cool cousin vibe with the reader, which is really sweet! The fic is currently going through a Halloween Special which I'm enjoying quite a bit (Haunted dolls! Ghosts! Blood!! Still very sad :[...)

Something Good - Fellswap Gold!Papyrus/Reader(?) || /OC(s) - Ongoing/Unfinished

Technically not a reader insert since Coffee is the MC, but I can forgive it because I'm really really invested in this and I really adore the character dynamics so far <3 Coffee striking it out on his own is always a fun thing to explore, and I'm excited to see more!!

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I love writing up these rec lists- it's such a fun way for me to rediscover fics I've enjoyed, thank you for giving me another opportunity to reread some of my favourite fics and more importantly to share them with you! I hope you enjoy them as much as I did :D!!!

I'll probably leave it here for now or else I'll end up rereading fics forever lolol it's already like 3am I gotta sleep SOMETIME

[timeofjuly]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for the tag @floofanflurr <3 I am always happy to yap about my fics! I'll pop this below the cut 'cause it's kinda long.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Eight under the timeofjuly account, and a few others scattered around other usernames and the anonymous collection.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 124,470 words, which is kinda crazy to look back on since I only started in August of last year.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Undertale at the moment, but I've written for a few other fandoms in the past.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Resisting the Current

Trick or Heat

Wishbone

Parallel Circuits

And Four Papyri in a Pear Tree

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Always, though it sometimes takes me a little to get around to it. My favourite thing about writing fanfic is the sense of community that you build, so I love getting to chat about the fic in the comments. I always have a million and one thoughts that didn't make it to the page that I'm desperate to share. I also like to say thank you when people go out of their way to comment, because I really appreciate it. As a reader, I know I get super excited when an author replies to my comments.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm going to go with a few of the RtC 'verse oneshots for this. I think Resolutions from Parallel Circuits ends on a pretty angsty note, particularly compared to the seemingly upbeat start. From Silver String, there will be no answer is pretty bleak and so is on my way home. I'm quite proud of how they both end, actually - I think they're my two strongest endings in the lot.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Any of the smut, probably? They're all set in happy established relationships and end on a cutesy note.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not for a very long time, no! I remember, many many years ago, posting my very first fic on fanfic.net lol and getting a very nasty review about how the reader didn't know the main pairing in the fic was m/m (slash back then, what a blast from the past) even though it was very clearly indicated in the summary and the AN at the start. It goes to show people have been bad at curating their own reading experiences by minding the tags and summaries since forever.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep! Mostly established relationship stuff under this username so far.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I'm not super into cross-universe crossovers, but, same as @floofanflurr, I really like playing around with cross fic crossovers. I'm (slowly) writing a crack dialogue-only oneshot where the reader inserts of Wishbone and RtC are stuck together in a broken elevator lol. It's been a fun challenge! It's very very hard to put two characters who are normally referred to in the second person in the same scene, lemme tell you, which is why I ended up choosing to go dialogue only.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not, but I'd be open to it!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nothing that I've posted! @marty-parties and I have been messing around with an underfell papyrus/reader fic, though! I also used to rp all the time, which I'd count as cowriting. I miss it very much, even though I used to get super easily overwhelmed by it.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

This is such a tough question. I'll pretty much read anything if I vibe with the ship dynamics (pining and unrequited love my beloved, I will read you anywhere no matter the ship or fandom), but I went through my bookmarks to actually get the stats on this. I used to be super into the mcu (I completely lost interest after endgame) so tony/steve and tony/steve/bucky were the most common ships. I have no clue what my favourite ship would be now, though.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Never say never, but I really want to write this horrortale isekai fic I've had bouncing around in my brain. I've fully plotted it out and it's set to only be five chapters, but I'm really struggling to actually write the thing. I have started it, though, so we'll see.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characterisation, I think. And even though I mostly gravitate towards writing angsty stuff, I think humour and comedic timing is a strength of mine too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Physical description and settings, 100%. I don't really picture anything in my head when I write, which means all that physical description doesn't make its way onto the page, and when it does, I'm just going off vibes. Particularly with setting - I have zero idea what the locations in any of my fics look like lol. Like, the house in RtC? No clue. Zero.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Really cool! I love it when people do this and I get to translate it, it's like a nice surprise.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, I think? It's all scrubbed from the internet now though.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Wishbone. I am so attached to the Second Mage and Sans and Rus, you have no idea. Particularly Flint, I just adore them. Don't get me wrong, I love the electrician and Quinn and all of my ocs, but I have a special place in my heart for reader inserts who are nasty and hurting and lash out and aren't always the kind, considerate, emotionally stable person in the relationship, forever supporting others. I read something years ago that said to consider how your character is inclined to react to things, both good and bad, and how for lots of people, it's not in our nature to instinctively respond to things with kindness and openness. In fiction, we often expect our POV characters to deal with situations with emotional maturity that we ourselves, along with the majority of irl people, don't have. I think this rings true even more for reader inserts. It's fun to flip this on its head in Wishbone - what if instead of acting with an uncommon kindness, you do the opposite? You get to be flawed. You get to have the murky motives. You get to hurt and in turn you hurt others, and that hurting has real consequences on you and the people around you. This is also a great way to create angst lol - in the non-fell version of Wishbone, where everyone is generally just less of an asshole and therefore makes kinder choices, a lot of the events in the fic just wouldn't happen.

No pressure tag to @covfefeships and anyone else who'd like to do this!

[beetlesstuff]

Lately i've been considering becoming multifandom

See, there's almost 300 of you beautiful people who followed me for my Beetlejuice content. And rather than make a separate blog for each fandom i have, i feel it'd be easier to make the blog multifandom, and make a masterlist so y'all can see my fandoms in order, starting with Beetlejuice. after all, that's how it started for us, isn't it? i see you all as one big family of friends. It started with beetlejuice, and if the time comes for me one day, it might end with him too. but Beetlejuice (all variations) isn't even my most obsessed fandom, not even close- i made this blog to write what i wanted to see fanfic wise while i was going through a HORRIBLE breakup. and you all made it so, so worth it. the following list is going to be the fandoms i'll be expanding to in terms of fluff and smut, while keeping beetlejuice at the top for you all, i won't stop writing beetlejuice, if anything this will bring me more writing inspiration FOR the fandom! just so i have more writing freedom and get more ideas while i write other fanfics. so without further ado... list under the line! --------------------------------------------------------------- -Beetlejuice (all variations) -Hellboy (classic movies) -Undertale (classic and underfell) -Cod (surprisingly the cod games are a guilty pleasure of mine) -FNAF (mostly security breach because i love jesters) -IT (1990s and 2017-19 variations. daddywise my beloved) -Creepypasta (yes i admit it, i was a creepypasta kid) -My own novels (i'm allowed they're mine lol) -Original horror smut (ghosts, demons) -(A secret slowburn fic...) -Scream (i have a mask kink) -Halloween (mask kink go brr) ----------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you all enjoy the fics i'm currently working on. I love you all so much, thank you for your endless support during this overhaul and masterlist catchup. I hope to receive some nsfw asks about the fandoms i've listed. thank you, stay moldy. - Beetlesstuff

[corvid-mellofficial]

hhhhhhhai

i’m steel :)

(he/him/it/its/bird - 20 - queer - US American)

welcome to my art blog!!

here is where i post art i’ve made and reblog art i like!

i’m a traditional artist who usually uses alcohol markers for my colour work

…undertale and oc hell, sorry not sorry. the special interest is strong and underfell sans has had a vice grip on me since 2016

asks are open! feel free to bug me about my little shit characters or request a sketch

more under the cut

here's some stuff about me :D

favorite colour? cyan!

favorite genre of movie? horror!

favorite genre of music? ...quite literally everything. my liked songs is a minefield. rn i really like rage rap and swing though!

favorite song?

favorite musical artists? will wood, hozier, jhariah, do not resurrect, BABY GRAVY, pierce the veil, melancolia, deftones, kendrick lamar, tyler, the creator, nothing but thieves, etc.

favorite literature? oscar wilde my beloved (i left his book at home don't ask me trivia blease i just love him), biology, thrillers, societal commentary

fandoms? undertale (obviously), UTMV (obviously), homestuck, deltarune, the magnus archives/protocol (no spoilers pls), the arcana, marble hornets, creepypasta… sorry.

favorite aus? underfell!!!! though i am also very fond of understate, echotale, and sunnemona’s dreamtale!

gender and sexuality? am trans and some flavor of asexual idk. but i'm also the asexual who's posting pure filth on ao3 and will not shut up about being attracted to underfell sans and nightmare and i love my girlfriend SO MUCH

my aus and fics, currently! (corvid_mellow on ao3)

-UnderHeist

-Veneraverse

-Death and Despair Multiverse

-FINAL GIRL (18+)

-Finis Via

-being so normal series

-Should I Stay or Should I Go (on hiatus)

-The Cat and the Canary (under major reconstruction and hiatus LMAO)

-a surprise tool that will help us later (i need to finish my breakdown and analysis so i can start on my rewrite)

i consider myself to be pretty ship neutral!

that being said, i don’t go through and block people for ships and stuff, and the less i think about it the better, BUT!! i am incredibly uncomfortable with incest! whether that be fontcest, dreammare, frans, etc. sanscest is fine (id fuck an alternate version of myself, but never my siblings), but please don’t bring any of that onto my posts 🫶

also dni if you're any kind of queerphobic, racist, fatphobic, ableist, hateful in general, OR support the harassment of people over silly internet things. i will be mostly avoiding fighting with people on this blog, so i'll just block you if i catch your ass being hateful in here. i do not tolerate the hate of those who have done nothing to deserve it.

#'s!

i tag my art with “steel arts”

reblogs are “steel bebloggin”

asks and text posts are “steel blogs” and/or “steel says stuff”

me being absolutely down bad (usually underfell sans) is “steel simpery”

my writing tag is “steel be writin”

the (hopefully) occasional drama is tagged with “interfandom drama oops”

aaaaaand my ocs are tagged with “[character name] posting”

i try to tag everything i reblog with important tags, and i don’t do politics here!!

love y’all :)

[jmbringitonworld]

Fransweek 2022, Day 7: Valentine's

This takes place within my Machine Convergence AU, introduced in Why You Shouldn’t Mess With The Machine. Basic premise is that the skelebros from Underfell, Underswap and Swapfell/Fellswap end up in classic Undertale, alongside their girlfriends (Frisk and Chara), as a result of trying to use the broken machine to bring Gaster back. Main pairings are Frans and Papara.

While in-universe, the girls refused to have nicknames, I’ve given them ones, just to distinguish them in my mind, and in the story. The Frisks are named after gemstones and the Charas, after flowers, based on their AU’s colour, with Undertale being yellow (a primary colour, to go with red and blue):

Frisk: Topaz (UT), Ruby (UF), Sapphire (US), Amethyst (SF/FS)

Chara: Buttercup (UT), Rose (UF), Bluebell (US), Violet (SF/FS)

I’ve also given them all jobs, which I’ll elaborate on over time, in future fics.

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Life in the skeleton-human household had settled down over time, inasmuch as was possible within a house filled with wildly different personalities. Arguments between the skeleton monsters remained frequent, particularly amongst the more abrasive characters, but their shared goal of fixing their father’s broken machine, and returning the extradimensional visitors to their home universes, had kept them all focused on their task. Perhaps a little too focused, on occasion, as the girls had found out. As such, they’d decided that on this special day, Valentine’s Day, everyone would take a break from work of any kind, to celebrate the romantic holiday with their respective partner. Some of the males were easier to convince than others, with Blue and Vanilla being especially taken with the idea of a Valentine’s date with their beloved, however not even the most stubborn soul could deny such determined humans for too long.

And so it was that, on the morning of Valentine’s Day, all of the mansion’s residents split off into pairs, to spend the day as a couple, in their own preferred way.

~~~

Comic and Topaz had immediately retreated to the privacy of their shared bedroom, choosing to spend their date at home, enjoying the rare peace and quiet inside their nearly deserted house, though with some hesitation on Sans’s part.

“you sure about this, babe?” he questioned, letting his wife tug him down to lie beside her on their bed. “today’s a special day, after all. you really sure you wanna waste it indoors, doin’ nothing?”

Despite his doubts, he nonetheless made himself comfortable on the bed, wrapping his arms around Frisk and cradling her tenderly to his rib cage. She wrapped her own arms around him in return, resting her forehead against his.

“We are not doing ‘nothing’, Sansy,” she pressed a kiss to the corner of his grin. “We’re relaxing together, in our nice, comfy bed, enjoying each other’s presence. What more could a girl need, than her hus-bone by her side?”

Sans chuckled lightly, rubbing his nasal bone gently against the tip of Frisk’s nose, in the skeleton version of a nose nuzzle.

“heh, well you know how much i love taking breaks, ‘specially with my lovely wifey,” he hugged her close for a moment, relishing the feeling of her soft warmth in his arms, before drawing back slightly, to fix his suddenly serious look on her, his eyelights dimming slightly. “look, i know i’m a lazybones a lotta the time, and things’ve been really hectic ever since our otherworldly copies showed up, but... it’s valentine’s, the most romantic day of the year, an' our very first since getting married. don’t you wanna do something special?”

Frisk withdrew one arm from around Sans, to cup his skull in her hand. She gave him a warm smile, as she affectionately caressed his cheekbone.

“Sans, any time I spend with you is special, it doesn’t matter what we’re doing. And now that our house is so full and our lives are so busy, what with the machine, our housemates and our jobs, our alone time is extra important to me. We rarely get to have any time with just the two of us, so I want to enjoy this moment together.”

Sans sighed, closing his eye sockets. He pulled Frisk close again, carding his phalanges through her hair.

“i feel the same, sweetheart. the machine needs a skele-ton of work to fix it, and it’s kept all us boneheads really busy. not to mention, havin’ red workin’ at the lab, even if he’s in a different department, hasn’t been easy. i get a lotta complaints at work about his crappy attitude. guy sure has a bone to pick with the world.”

Sans let out another, deep sigh, burying his skull in his wife’s hair as he held her tightly. Frisk ran her hand along his skull in a gentle caress, hoping to ease his tension.

“Well, he is from a 'kill or be killed' Underground, after all," she pointed out reasonably. "I guess he still isn't used to having to play nice with others. Have you mentioned this to Edge? Maybe he can do something about Red. They are brothers, after all, and Edge works as a security guard at your lab, right? I’m sure he wants to keep the peace as much as you do.”

At his wife’s suggestion, Sans snorted, shaking his head tiredly.

“nah, he only makes things worse,” he grumbled, a disgruntled, aggrieved look on his skull. “according to alphys, edgelord often interrupts his patrol to come berate red when that jackass is bein’ disruptive, but he always ends up causing an even bigger scene. if the two of ‘em weren’t so good at their jobs, the higher ups at nasa would’ve kicked ‘em out on their coccyx ages ago. and can you believe that they were apparently a lot worse underground? how the hell their girls put up with em’ i’ll never know.”

Frisk gave him a commiserating smile, rubbing soothing, placating circles along his cervical vertebrae, causing Sans to let out a low, satisfied groan, as he pressed his forehead against his wife’s.

“ah, forget about those two numbskulls. this is valentine’s day and i’ve got my warm, wonderful wifey in my arms. i don’t wanna think about anythin’ but you today, babe. our valen-time's precious enough as it is, without wastin’ it on others. and... i’m sorry i’ve left you feelin’ bone-ly. i just wish there was some way to make it up to ya, frisky.”

In response, Frisk drew herself up, to pepper kisses all over her husband’s skull.

“There is,” she whispered between kisses. “All I want is to take a break with you. I know how hard you and the other guys have been working to fix things. And I’m grateful, honestly, and so proud. That’s why us ladies decided that today isn’t just a chance to celebrate our love. It’s also the perfect excuse to give our bone boys a break. You deserve it.”

Sans felt his soul warm up from both Frisk’s words and her loving kisses. His eyelights dilated, growing fuzzy around the edges, as he smiled adoringly at her.

“well, i have been working myself to the bone for a while, now. and, tibia honest? i could really use a nap. i’m bone-tired, heh.”

The two of them shared a laugh, clutching each other tightly.

“Well, come on then, hubby,” Frisk grinned brightly at Sans, mirth shining in her eyes, a finger tapping, teasingly, on his sternum. “Stop overthinking things and relax. Let go of all of your worries, and focus on the here and now. Today is all about us.”

“heh, welp, you don’t have to pa-tell-a me twice.”

With Frisk’s answering giggle ringing in the air, Sans finally allowed himself to fully sink into the mattress of his bed, as all the tension left his body. He hugged Frisk close, entwining their hands and hearing the clink of their wedding rings. Ignoring all else, he focused on the softness of her skin, her familiar warmth, the sweet smell of her favourite shampoo. He listened to her gentle breaths, watched the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, and felt, deep within his soul, the answering beat of her own soul, pulsing in time with his.

“happy valentine’s day, frisk.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sans.”

~~~

With neither quite sure how best to have a romantic date, given their lack of experience with romance, Red and Ruby decided to have a fun day out at the amusement park. Ebott Cit’s fun fair was large, colourful and loud, boasting a wide variety of attractions, stalls, rides, and games of chance and skill. As such, on a popular holiday like Valentine's Day, it was currently packed full of visitors, both monster and human.

Sans felt exposed and vulnerable in such a large crowd, uncomfortable with being surrounded by so many strangers while in a new location, and stuck close to Frisk, one arm slung around her shoulders, keeping her pinned to his side possessively and protectively. Every time someone happened to bump into him, from distracted couples to excited children, Sans would fix them with his single, burning, crimson eyelight, glaring menacingly at the offender until they ran away in a panic, Frisk’s desperate “sorry!” called out to their retreating backs.

“Sans, please stop frightening the other visitors!” Frisk pleaded with Sans. “This is a peaceful universe, remember? No one’s going to attack us out of the blue here. Everyone just wants to have a good time, same as us. We’re supposed to be on a date, so let’s just enjoy ourselves, please.”

Sans huffed, turning his skull away from his girlfriend’s upset frown.

“yeah, yeah, i know, sweetheart...” he grumbled sulkily. “old habits die hard, but i’ll try ta keep a lid on it. fer your sake.”

Frisk beamed brightly at him and leaned towards him to plant a firm kiss to his blushing cheekbone. Sans ducked his skull, beads of magical sweat rolling down the sides, trying, in vain, to hide his burning face.

“Thank you, Sans!”

“... anythin’ fer you, sweetheart...”

Despite his promise, Sans still kept a vigilant, glowing eyelight on his surroundings, unable to truly lower his guard in such a busy, unfamiliar place, though with everyone giving the intimidating skeleton monster with the violent aura a wide birth, there were no further incidents. At least, not while the couple were walking around the fair.

The two lovers occasionally stopped at the various stalls dotted all over the park, admiring the displayed merchandise, but unable to buy anything, since the vendors seemed too terrified by Sans’s fearsome appearance and gruff demeanour to properly serve him. One young rabbit monster had squeaked upon his approach, ducking underneath their stall to cower out of sight, causing Frisk to hastily drag Sans away, apologising profusely to the hidden stall owner.

Things were much the same wherever they went. Even when Sans used his magic to discreetly (and sometimes not-so-discreetly) cheat at the fair games, winning several prizes for a mortified Frisk, who could only bow her head contritely, none of the attendants or other participants dared to call him out on his underhanded tactics. At every amusement ride the pair chose to try, the seats closest to them remained empty, the other fair-goers preferring to wait for the next go, or avoiding the ride entirely.

Sans’s breaking point came when a small human child accidentally ran into him. Looking up, the youngster’s apology died on their lips once they caught sight of Sans’s wide, sharp-toothed grin, with his one glinting, golden fang, and his sole, brightly blazing, blood-red eyelight, the other eye socket a dark, vacant void. The child promptly burst into tears, and was quickly scooped up and carried off by their worried parents, while Frisk’s own anxious apologies fell on deaf ears.

With a low growl, Sans grabbed Frisk’s arm and took a shortcut straight to a quiet, deserted corner, at the edge of the fair.

“i’m sick o’ this bullshit!” his voice, already deep and gravelly, was little more than a furious snarl. “fer once, i’m actually tryin’ ta play nice, but these spineless cowards keep ruinin’ our date!”

Sans exhaled forcefully, before seeming to wilt, his anger leaving him as he turned his despondent gaze towards Frisk, both of his eyelights back to normal, if noticeably dimmed.

“i’m... i’m really sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbled pitifully, voice soft and repentant. “i didn’t mean ta spoil our date, honest. i really wanted today ta be special, an’... an’ i was really hopin’ ta give ya the kinda valentine’s experience ya deserve. but i keep screwin’ everythin’ up... as usual...”

Frisk gently cupped his skull, turning his downcast eyelights to her kind smile, her eyes warm and full of compassion.

“Oh Sans,” she breathed out in a light sigh, “you haven’t screwed anything up and our date is most certainly not ruined. I don’t blame you for being a little... tense. You’ve had it rough, your whole life, and coming to this strange new universe hasn’t been easy on any of us. We’re all a bit on edge, frankly. But that’s why I wanted us to have fun today! Because you deserve to have a good time, more than anyone I know. So please, forget about everyone else! It’s our special, romantic date, and all I need is you by my side.”

Sans practically melted at her words and her touch, a doting, adoring smile on his bright red skull, his two fuzzy, heart-shaped eyelights fixed on Frisk’s face. There was no hint of the dangerous killer he was Underground, only an infatuated skeleton, harmless as a puppy.

“yeah, ta hell with the rest o’ the world,” he purred, gathering Frisk up in his arms and nuzzling her face affectionately. “yer all i need ta be happy, sweetheart. so long’s i got you, i’m havin’ a great time.”

Frisk gave her besotted boyfriend a deep, tender kiss, causing him to melt further in her embrace. When she pulled back, however, her soft, sweet smile had been replaced by a devilish smirk, a wicked glint in her suddenly sharp eyes.

“There’s my good boy,” she praised, tracing a finger along the edges of Sans’s smile, heedless of his sharp teeth, before lightly scratching at his mandible, causing him to let out a soft groan. “Don’t you worry about anyone else here, okay? You’re safe. I’m with you. No one’s going to hurt you, not here in this alternate world, and not back in our own world. I promise you, love, I won’t let anything or anyone lay so much as a finger on you, got it? And if they try, then I’ll just have to show them the error of their ways. Just like I did back Underground. So, you just concentrate on having fun, because for today, nothing else matters except us.”

“heh, whateva ya say, sweetheart,” Sans agreed easily, obedient as a loyal lapdog, his skull aflame in a bright red blush. Even though Frisk now wore his dog collar, it was obvious that she was the one who held Sans’s leash.

Frisk giggled, a bold smile on her face, showing no trace of her earlier gentleness or meekness. With a confidence she rarely exhibited, she led Sans back into the crowd of eager, excitable park visitors. The rest of the date went by smoothly and without a hitch, as not one soul in the whole amusement park was afraid of the dopey, lovesick skeleton monster, utterly smitten with his seemingly delicate, human girlfriend.

~~~

After much discussion and many rejected ideas, Blue and Sapphire had eventually decided to go to the cinema, to watch the latest sci-fi film Sans had been eager to see, given both his fascination with space, and the film’s many positive reviews. With it being Valentine’s Day, most people had elected to watch romantic movies, therefore the auditorium was almost deserted, save for Sans and Frisk themselves, allowing the excited skeleton monster the luxury of being as noisy and vocal as he pleased.

Throughout the entire runtime of the film, Sans’s gaze remained glued to the screen, his running commentary echoing loudly in the vast, dark, near empty room, his enjoyment of the movie plain to see (and hear). By contrast, Frisk’s own gaze was firmly fixed on her boyfriend’s excited face, more than content to watch the play of emotions on his skull, and listen to his exclamations of amazement, or his complaints regarding the scientific inaccuracies portrayed in the film. She was also more than happy with her caramel-covered popcorn, digging into her large bucket periodically, and pouting sadly when she’d finished it all, to which Sans instantly gave her his own bucket (having gotten the same as her, in anticipation of this moment), much to her delight.

At the end of the movie, as the credits rolled, Sans turned to Frisk, almost bouncing in his seat, and continuing to voice his opinion, whether it was praise for the visuals and the action, or criticism of the pacing and characters. Frisk smiled indulgently at her boyfriend’s impassioned rant, leaning her head on her hand, her elbow propped on her seat’s armrest.

“I’m glad you liked the film, despite its flaws.”

Sans beamed brightly at her, blue, star-shaped eyelights glowing in the dim light of the auditorium.

“MWEH HEH HEH! SO AM I! I SHALL DEFINITELY RECOMMEND THIS MOVIE TO THE OTHERS, I’M SURE THEY’LL ENJOY IT TOO!” then he paused, frowning lightly, “WELL, MAYBE NOT RED, BLACK AND EDGE. THOSE THREE GRUMPS DON’T SEEM TO ENJOY ANYTHING. OR, AT LEAST NOT ANYTHING GOOD.”

Sans stuck his tongue out, grimacing at his and his brother’s alternate selves’ poor tastes. Frisk giggled lightly. At the sound, Sans perked up again and leaned forward.

“NEVERMIND THOSE GUYS, WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE MOVIE, PRINCESS?” Sans asked, his grin wide and enthusiastic.

Caught off guard, Frisk faltered, hesitating as she struggled to come up with an answer.

“Um, uh, well... it... it was all right?... I suppose...? And the popcorn was delicious,” she shrugged helplessly.

Sans blinked at her halting response, an uncertain look crossing his face.

“YOU... SUPPOSE? DID YOU NOT ENJOY THE MOVIE?” his browbones furrowed in worry, his previous excitement dissipating.

“No, it’s not that!” Frisk rushed to reassure him. “It’s just, well... I wasn’t really... paying all that much attention. To the film, that is. I was, uh, more preoccupied with watching your reaction, than anything else. You’re far more interesting than any film.”

Sans blushed brightly, dipping his skull in embarrassment.

“MWEH HEH HEH...” he smiled bashfully. “I’M GLAD TO HEAR THAT, SUNSHINE. BUT STILL! I WANT YOU TO ENJOY YOURSELF JUST AS MUCH AS I DO! SO NEXT TIME, WE’LL WATCH A MOVIE THAT YOU CHOOSE.”

Frisk smiled softly, a fond look on her face as she shook her head.

“No need, Sans. Let’s just go with whatever you want to watch,” she took one of his gloved hands in hers, squeezing it lightly. “All I care about is spending time with you. It really doesn’t matter to me what we do, as long as we do it together.”

Sans got a complicated look on his skull, torn between warring emotions.

“I FEEL THE SAME. I CAN HAVE FUN DOING ANYTHING IF IT’S WITH YOU!” he shot her a brief grin, squeezing her hand in return, before his expression turned serious once more. “BUT, STILL... IT MATTERS TO ME THAT WE DO SOMETHING THAT YOU ENJOY. I DON’T WANT TO BE THE ONLY ONE HAVING A GOOD TIME ON OUR DATES.”

Frisk sighed, an exasperated, yet undeniably charmed smile tugging at her lips.

“I’m serious, Sans,” she assured him, tone firm and insistent. “I really could not care less what we do on our dates. Being with you... that’s enough. It’s more than enough, honestly. Every moment I spend alone with you is... magical. Especially given how rare they are.”

Sans flinched at her last statement, wincing at how casually she’d said it.

“FRISK... I’M SO SORRY,” he gave her a guilty look, eye sockets wide and eyelights unnaturally dim. “EVER SINCE WE ARRIVED IN THIS UNIVERSE, I’VE BEEN WRAPPED UP IN HELPING TO FIX THE MACHINE AND GETTING US HOME. BUT! THAT’S NO EXCUSE FOR NEGLECTING YOU!”

Frisk leaned forward, giving him a tender kiss.

“It’s fine, Sans, I know how important your task is,” she smiled warmly at him. “And I’m not mad or upset or anything; I’m not a child, no matter what my parents say. And you’re a busy monster with a lot of vital work to do. I get it. You do what you have to do, okay? Don’t worry about me, I’m fine, really. I’ll be patient, I understand, just like back home.”

“WAIT, ‘JUST LIKE BACK HOME’?” Sans’s eye sockets widened in alarm. “WERE YOU FEELING LONELY BACK HOME AS WELL?!”

Frisk recoiled with a start, squirming uncomfortably in her seat at her panicking boyfriend’s urgent enquiry.

“Well, I mean, um, a... a little?” she looked away from Sans, hunching her shoulders a little, feeling awkward. Sans’s face fell, and Frisk rushed to console him. “But it’s fine! Really! Look Sans, back home, you’re a very important monster and a lot of people rely on you, all the time. And, you’re so friendly towards everyone, and sociable, and so charming and likeable, always willing and eager to help others... You have so many friends. So, I can’t be selfish and hog all of your attention. I know that it’s wrong to keep you all to myself, when so many others need you, I know that I need to share you with everyone else. So, I’m satisfied with whatever time I get with you. I truly mean it when I say that just being with you is enough for me.”

Despite her words of reassurance and her intent to comfort him, Sans grew more and more disheartened. Frisk bit her lip at his lost, crestfallen look, unsure what to do or say to cheer him up. Dejected, Sans turned his gaze down, frowning to himself, his fists clenching, before looking up, fixing Frisk with a determined a stare.

“WELL, THAT IS NOT ENOUGH FOR ME!” he declared, startling Frisk. “I WANT MORE! LOTS MORE! MORE TIME! MORE SMILES! MORE HUGS! MORE KISSES! MORE EVERYTHING WITH YOU! AND I DON’T CARE IF I’M BEING SELFISH!”

Frisk gaped at him, a fierce blush spreading across her cheeks. Sans breathed heavily after his outburst, and took his girlfriend’s hands into his own to ground himself. After a moment, he gave her a sheepish smile.

“TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH, I WAS ALSO FEELING A LITTLE LONELY,” Frisk blinked in surprise at his confession. “YOU’RE A LOT MORE POPULAR THAN YOU REALISE, FRISK. A LOT OF PEOPLE WANT YOUR ATTENTION, FOR PLENTY OF REASONS, AND YOU DO SO MUCH FOR OTHERS, EVEN IF YOU WON’T ADMIT IT. THAT’S WHY, SOMETIMES, I GET A LITTLE... JEALOUS... I DON’T WANT TO ADMIT TO SOMETHING SO UNCOOL, BUT... THERE ARE TIMES WHEN I WISH YOU WOULD IGNORE EVERYONE ELSE AND JUST FOCUS ON ME...”

“Sans... I had no idea you felt that way,” Frisk laid her hand on Sans’s arm, tone gentle and sympathetic, despite her astonishment. Sans rubbed the back of his skull, letting out a quiet chuckle of embarrassment.

“I KNOW, THAT’S NOT VERY MAGNIFICENT OF ME, HEH... BUT IT’S THE TRUTH. AND IT’S ALSO WHY I UNDERSTAND HOW YOU FEEL. AND I’M SORRY I DIDN’T NOTICE IT SOONER,” then Sans drew himself up, placing one hand atop his sternum, his eyelights blazing brightly and his gaze more solemn than Frisk had ever seen him. “THEREFORE I, THE SANS-SATIONAL SANS, HEREBY PROMISE YOU, PRINCESS FRISK DREEMURR, THAT I’LL BE A MUCH MORE ATTENTIVE PARTNER IN THE FUTURE! AND! I’LL MAKE MORE TIME FOR YOU! I DON’T WANT YOU TO EVER FEEL LIKE YOU DON’T DESERVE ANYTHING, ESPECIALLY IF IT’S MY TIME AND ATTENTION! BECAUSE YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY MY NUMBER ONE PRIORITY, AT ALL TIMES! YOU’RE MY SUNSHINE, FRISK. MY HEART AND SOUL ARE YOURS ALONE. SO PLEASE, BE AS SELFISH AS YOU WANT, SINCE I’M GOING TO BE MORE SELFISH TOO! BECAUSE, SUNSHINE, WHILE I LIKE SPENDING TIME WITH OTHERS, I’M THE VERY HAPPIEST I CAN BE WHEN I’M SPENDING TIME WITH YOU.”

Sans finished his speech with a bright smile, full of all of the love he felt for his girlfriend. Her face hotter than ever, Frisk threw her arms around him, burying her face in his blue bandana, trying to conceal her tears.

“... Thanks, Sans...” voice thick with emotion and muffled by his kerchief, Frisk barely withheld a sniffle. Sans happily returned her hug, his arms tightening around her as he felt his soul fluttering pleasantly.

“MWEH HEH HEH... MY PLEASURE, SUNSHINE.”

~~~

Black and Amethyst had wasted no time when deciding where to go, both immediately agreeing to visit their favourite café, now that they both finally had some time to spare. It was a small, cosy, out-of-the-way place, that catered to both humans and monsters, owned by an elderly gentleman who had devoted his youth to the pursuit of financial security, to the detriment of his social life, and who, in his twilight years, had found himself without any friends or family, and had, thus, used his pension to open up a café, in the hopes of easing his loneliness by interacting with his customers and his employees. As such, the café had an intimate, welcoming atmosphere, which had attracted many monsters.

Upon entering the establishment, Sans and Frisk were greeted by one of the servers, a spider monster, one of Muffet’s many cousins, who led them to their usual table in the corner, the one with the best vantage point of the rest of the room, and took their orders. He returned soon after, with their chosen drinks and a tray of little cakes, before sauntering off with a sly wink at the couple, promising to give them some privacy.

“THAT ONE IS IMPERTINENT AS ALWAYS,” Sans glowered at the retreating waiter’s back, raising his mug to his face to savour the rich, heady aroma of his coffee.

Frisk hummed noncommittally, peering into her own cup of hot chocolate to examine the little heart-shaped, pink and white marshmallows floating in her drink.

“The old man really went all out for Valentine’s, huh?” she cast a disparaging eye over the various pink and red, heart-shaped decorations festooned all over the café.

“HE CERTAINLY SEEMS RATHER PLEASED WITH HIS HANDIWORK,” Sans agreed, glancing at the café’s proprietor over the rim of his cup. Frisk looked towards the man as well.

“Yeah, though I doubt he’s going to be able to chat with any of his customers. Guy’s too nice and polite to play third wheel to happy couples,” she noted, taking a delicate sip of her hot chocolate. “I’m glad Greater Dog is keeping him company, at least.”

“WELL, IT’S NOT AS IF THE BIG BUFFOON CAN LOITER AROUND THE DOGI RIGHT NOW,” Sans remarked drily.

“Ugh, those two are even more sickeningly sappy than usual,” Frisk made a disgusted grimace at the very public displays of affection of the dog couple seated at a nearby table. “But, speaking of sappy,” Frisk cast a considering glance around the café, “I should take pictures of this place and post them to the Monster Embassy’s social media pages. It’s the perfect opportunity to drum up some excitement for some upcoming events I’ve got planned. Oh, and ‘encourage monster-human integration’ and ‘foster positive sentiments between our two species’, as my two other, soft-hearted selves would put it. Those two are so serious when they’re on the job. I wish they’d at least let me redecorate the office.”

Frisk sighed dramatically, bemoaning her alternate selves, Topaz and Sapphire. Sans raised a browbone at his girlfriend.

“AREN’T YOU THE ONE WHO’S ALWAYS COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW MUCH I DISCUSS WORK?” he pointed out with a wry smirk.

“Speaking of work,” Frisk carried on, nonchalantly ignoring Sans’s question, to which he let out an amused snicker. “How’s yours going? Third other me’s mentioned that the school has also gone with the Valentine’s theme, and that loads of the little brats keep trying to give her Valentine’s gifts and cards. Hah, bet Red loves that!”

Frisk giggled wickedly at the thought of a disgruntled, jealous Red. Her own Sans chuckled as well, though he sported an annoyed frown.

“INDEED. THE OAF HAS BEEN GRIPING TO ME ABOUT THIS MATTER FOR A WHILE NOW, DEMANDING THAT I DO SOMETHING TO STOP THE CHILDREN. AS IF I WOULD, EVEN IF I COULD. I AM IN CHARGE OF THE SCHOOL’S SECURITY; IT IS NOT WITHIN MY DUTIES TO POLICE THE STUDENTS’ ACTIONS, SO LONG AS THEY REMAIN HARMLESS. THAT RESPONSIBILTY FALLS TO THE TEACHERS AND SUPERVISORS, SUCH AS RED’S PARAMOUR HERSELF, WHO HAS CHOSEN TO REJECT THE OFFERINGS AND DISMISS THE MATTER ENTIRELY. AS HAVE I, WHENEVER I AM THE RECIPIENT, I ASSURE YOU MY DEAR.”

“You actually have admirers?” Frisk interrupted, barely containing her laughter.

“NUMEROUS,” Sans sniffed, holding his head high. “NOT THAT IT MATTERS. THEY ARE ALL MERELY CHILDREN, EASILY AWED BY SOMEONE AS IMPRESSIVE AS I. BESIDES, MOST OF THE OVERTURES OF AFFECTION WERE MADE TO THE QUEEN. HER MAJESTY IS, WITHOUT QUESTION, HER SCHOOL’S MOST POPULAR TEACHER.”

At the mention of the monster queen, Frisk’s expression grew cold and pained. Sensing the change in his girlfriend’s mood, and all too aware of the old hurts he’d unintentionally dug up, Sans placed a gloved hand over one of her own, squeezing it lightly. Clearing his non-existent throat, he hurriedly tried to change the subject.

“BUT ENOUGH ABOUT WORK, TODAY IS MEANT TO CELEBRATE LOVE! AND, SEEING AS WE HAVE FOUND OURSELVES IN AN... UNUSUALLY PEACEFUL UNIVERSE, WHERE MONSTER-HUMAN RELATIONSHIPS HAVE PROGRESSED TO A TRULY ASTONISHING POINT, I MUST SAY, LET US ENJOY THIS RARE CHANCE AT AN UNDISTURBED DATE.”

Shaking off her melancholy, Frisk tried to dismiss any unpleasant thoughts of the past, and focus on the new topic.

“Yeah, you’re right, this universe is a lot more peaceful and amicable towards monsters. Probably because the monsters here aren’t as violent as ours are. Their ruler didn’t instate a ‘kill or be kill’ law,” her voice became harsh and resentful at that last part, before she shrugged, purposefully casually. “So, we’d best make the most of this unexpected opportunity. Who knows for how long we’ll be able to enjoy a little peace and quiet while on a date. Or when we’ll be able to do so again, once we’re back in our own universe.”

Sans frowned at that last remark, and fell into a pensive silence. Finishing off the last of his coffee, he turned his full attention to Frisk.

“THAT TIME WILL NOT BE FAR OFF, I PROMISE YOU FRISK,” he vowed. Frisk blinked at his solemn tone and expression. “ONCE THE FOUR OF US HAVE RETURNED HOME, I WILL DEDICATE MYSELF EVEN FURTHER TO THE TASK OF BUILDING A PEACEFUL, WELCOMING WORLD FOR BOTH MONSTERS AND HUMANS, JUST LIKE WE’VE FOUND HERE. NO MATTER HOW DIFFICULT THAT GOAL IS, I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL THE BOND BETWEEN OUR TWO RACES HAS BEEN MENDED, AND THE TWO OF US CAN GO ON DATES LIKE THIS ONE, WITHOUT FEAR OF VIOLENCE OR HATRED, FROM EITHER MONSTERS OR HUMANS.”

Frisk’s face softened, a rare gentle smile on her lips, as she gazed with fond affection at her boyfriend.

“Then I guess I’d better step up my game as well,” she winked at Sans. “Can’t let you show me up, after all.”

“PERISH THE THOUGHT,” Sans grinned wryly. “HOWEVER! DON’T THINK THIS MEANS THAT I WILL NEGLECT MY OTHER DUTIES, TO YOU. WE ARE, AHEM, LOVERS, AND NOW THAT WE CAN FINALLY BE TOGETHER, AS A... COUPLE, I DON’T INTEND TO SLACK OFF IN THE SLIGHTEST WHEN IT COMES TO BEING AS FLAWLESS A BOYFRIEND AS I AM A SOLDIER. I WILL ENDEAVOUR TO ENSURE THAT YOU ARE ALWAYS AWARE OF MY FEELINGS FOR YOU, AND THAT YOU ARE NEVER LONELY. MY TIME AND ATTENTION ARE YOURS, ABOVE ALL ELSE, AS ARE MY HEART AND SOUL. NEVER DOUBT THAT, FRISK.”

The human ducked her head as a fierce blush blossomed across her cheeks, torn between wanting to tease Sans for his mushy, corny words, and wanting to kiss him for being so charming and flattering her so sincerely.

“... N-Not like you to be so honest and... romantic,” she mumbled, her tone bashful.

“I CAN BE A CONSIDERATE BOYFRIEND WHEN THE TIME CALLS FOR IT!” Sans crossed his arms, posture defensive and arrogant, before deflating slightly and turning his skull away, reluctantly conceding, “THAT AND, WELL... THE MUTT MAY HAVE MENTIONED, ONCE OR TWICE, THAT YOU SEEMED A LITTLE DOWN AS OF LATE, AND THAT I SHOULD BE A BIT MORE ATTENTIVE.”

“Aw, that boy...” Frisk shook her head, a warm smile on her face. Sans definitely did not pout at his girlfriend’s obvious fondness for his little brother, platonic as their relationship was. He was not the slightest bit jealous of how effortlessly the two got along, and how lenient and protective Frisk was towards Papyrus, while she snarked and teased him constantly. Absolutely not. He was above such petty childishness.

“REGARDLESS,” he said out through gritted teeth, “I INTEND TO INCREASE MY EFFORTS TO MAKE YOU HAPPY AND I SWEAR TO TAKE YOU ON MANY MORE DATES IN THE FUTURE.”

“You better,” Frisk tried to smother her delighted smile with a mock pout, but her blush gave away her true feelings. “It’s been a nice change of pace, coming to this alternate universe, where monsters are so friendly, and the other me’s are really cool and all, but... no one can replace you. You’re still the most fun to be around, so... s-so you’d better make more time for us!”

“HEH, YOU REALLY DO SAY THE CUTEST THINGS, SOMETIMES,” Sans felt his soul flutter and, unbeknownst to him, his purple eyelights had turned into little hearts.

“Ack!” Frisk’s face exploded in a bright red blush at the adorable sight, her heart hammering in her chest.

“WHAT? WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?” Sans raised his browbone in confusion. Frisk tried to cover her burning cheeks with her hands, bowing her head to hide her embarrassment, but she couldn’t help peeking at her boyfriend’s eyelights.

“Y-You’ve got... heart eyes, again, d-dork,” her voice came out, muffled by her hands.

“WHAT?!” Sans took out his phone to confirm that his eyelights were, indeed, heart-shaped. Letting out a strangled shriek, he buried his skull in his arms. “NOT AGAIN! D-DON’T LOOK AT ME!”

With the romantic mood effectively shattered, it took a while for the couple to overcome their embarrassment and resume their date. Despite that, the tender feelings of love the two shared remained with them throughout.

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I know that this ended rather abruptly, but that's because it’s only part 1. Part 2, featuring the Papara couples, will be posted later, once I've got the energy and motivation to write again, after how stressful preparing for Fransweek has been. It'll be a sort of bonus chapter.

Fun fact: I wrote all of Fransweek using Microsoft Word, and my Editor’s Score (which is always displayed, in the top right corner of the page) has remained consistently at 69% the entire time. Every time it went up a percent, I ended up having to write some of Sans’s dialogue and the score dropped back down to 69%. So, as I was struggling to come up with the right words to convey what’s in my head, I kept seeing this big, blue 69 in the corner of my eye, and I couldn’t help but hear Sans’s stupid voice saying “nice”. Godamit Sans.

I can't believe I'm finally done with Fransweek. It has been haunting me for the past two months, and I'm so relieved that I can finally present the results of all the hard work I've done, and put it all behind me at last. I'm definitely taking a bit of break after all of that stress, but I will return to writing again once I'm recharged. Despite how difficult writing with a looming deadline, rules and restrictions, has been, I still had fun. I don't plan on quitting this little hobby quite yet, so there'll definitely be more from me in the future. Whether or not it'll be any good, I can't say.

Thank you @fransweek for giving me this incredible opportunity to take part in such a fun event. It's been wonderful seeing all the great art that others have posted, all to celebrate my OTP. Frans and Undertale are still going strong after all these years, and I couldn't be prouder!

And happy Singles Awareness Day everyone!

Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7

[lizzie-tempest]

I saw an order you made and you could do a part 2 (scenery or headcanons) of Yandere! Sans, but with the other Au! Sans (Underswap, Underfell, Horrortale and Swapfell) when your beloved reader finds out she is pregnant and manages to escape?

No problem!

Underswap

You find out about the pregnancy before Blue does and you know what will happen.  You get out quick because you know that given half the chance, the cute looking skeleton will have you tied up and living out your pregnancy and all of motherhood in some prison. 

You plan on getting far away and things seem to be going well.  But you’ve never been the luckiest person.  And when you arrive at the train station, your luck runs out.

Blue is already there waiting for you.  You recognize that look on his face.  He’s got a big grin on his face and is waving you over.  How did he even find you?  You’re about to run.  But you can see that cold, calculating look in his baby blue eyelights and you’ve never felt more afraid.  

People will stare if you don’t do anything and you’ve learnt in the past how he can manipulate any situation to suit him.  

With great reluctance you walk over to him, his smile falling into a scowl.  He grips your wrist and you can feel the bruise forming from how tight his grip is.  He shoves the pregnancy test in your face.

“Did you really think you could take my own child away from me?” 

You know you’re in trouble when he talks quietly, but you put on a brave face and resign yourself to your fate.  

He was possessive enough already.  He’s not going to let you out of his sight now.

Underfell

Edge calls him while he’s at work and tells him that he saw you getting in a taxi with a suitcase.  This immediately alarms Red.  How did you even get out of his room?  It was locked from the outside!  And where the hell were you going?  Where you cheating on him?  That’s it, isn’t it?  

Furious, Red teleports home and goes up to his room.  Edge was right, your stuff was gone and more importantly, so where you.  He searches around a little, hoping to find a clue as to where you could be going.  

That’s when he finds the pregnancy test in his trashcan.  When he sees that it’s positive, he goes soft.  Aww he was gonna be a dad!  He’s having a little baby bones!  He’s giddy with excitement!  He can’t wait!  And then he becomes worried.  

Where did you go?  Did you think he would react badly and that’s why you left?  Yes, that must be it.  He knows he has a temper and he knows that you have seen what happens to anyone on the receiving end of it.  But he would NEVER hurt you.  Sure, he kidnapped you and held you against your will.  But he made sure you were comfortable!  That’s something, right?

Red knows he has to find you.  He has to make sure that you know that he will never leave you.  He’ll make it known that he’ll love you and your child.  

You scream when he suddenly appears in front of you.  Mating marks can come in handy when trying to find your lost mate.  Red just grins and pulls you close despite your struggles, nuzzling into your neck and purring while he teleports you back home.  He has to get you settled in the nest he made for you~

He can provide for you. He can be a good dad.  He can be a good mate.

At least, he could be if you would just let him.

Horrortale

Hahahahaha!  Oh, you poor thing.  He’s not letting you get away that easily.  Axe catches you trying to sneak out the house.  He’s known for a while.  He could tell something was different about you.  He’s thrilled about the little baby bones on the way.  If only he could get you to behave yourself.  

Ah well.  

He just grins, offering a little wave as you run from the house.  Might as well have one last chase before he has to take you to the safe house he has prepared for just this situation.  You’ll be safe from the outside world there, and so will the baby.  

He gives you a full minute before giving into his instincts and chasing you down.  It’s always fun when you try to escape. 

Unfortunately for you, this little song and dance has happened enough times for the neighbours to stop taking notice of your screams.  They’ve become convinced it’s some kind of game you play.  

So when you scream for help, nobody comes.

Swapfell

Completely befuddled when he finds the pregnancy test and you completely gone.  What is this?!  How could this have happened?!  His brother was supposed to be watching you!  How dare he let you leave!

“Mutt.  Fetch.” 

His brother leaves without another word.  

While Mutt is out searching for you, Black spends his time pacing and staring at the pregnancy test.  Deep down, he knows what it means.  But he wants to hear it from you.

So when Mutt finally shoves you in front of him, he grabs you to stop you from escaping once more.  

“What is this?” His voice is quiet and dangerous, his tone the same as when he is interrogating you about where you’ve been and who you have been around.

You try and make yourself smaller, knowing that it’ll help to get you in his good graces and you quietly explain what it is.  What it means.  

For a few minutes there is silence as Black narrows his sockets at you, glaring into your very soul as he tries to figure out if you’re lying.  But then he starts to grin viciously.  

“AT LAST, MY LOVE!  YOU ARE GIVING ME AN HEIR!  I WILL MAKE THEM INTO A FIERCE WARRIOR!” He declares.  

Your very soul cries out in despair at the thought of your child becoming as cruel and cold-hearted as their father and you start to sob, pleading with him to let you go.  

He laughs at your tears, as he always does and pulls you close, brushing the hair from your eyes and wiping the tears from your cheeks as he coos.  He plays the part of a devoted lover too well.

“Don’t worry, my dear.  I will keep you safe until our child is born.  And then their training will begin!  And we will both be able to keep you safe from this awful world we live in!”

Black and Mutt both start to guide you into the basement and you shake as you take in the pillows and blankets.  They’ve made the basement into one big nest.  Black has been prepared for this for a long time.

The two skeletons shove you in and close the door, locking it and ensuring that you won’t be able to escape once more.

It’s very easy to block out your screams.  Now all Black has to do is wait until you submit to him.  A few days without food won’t do the baby too much harm.  

[popatochisssp]

Happy (Belated) Valentine’s Day!

I’m a procrastinator and then also I needed to sleep at one point, RIP anyway

-

Soul Searching

Your partner takes you aside on Valentine’s Day, somewhere nice and private.

You can guess at his intentions, especially when he tells you there’s something he wants to give you, but the chocolates and flowers you’re half-expecting don’t come.

Instead…

Instead, he talks to you, telling more than you already know about monster customs, monster relationships, monster milestones.

He thinks it’s time to do one of those right now, on your cute human love-holiday, a specific show of intimacy and trust like no other.

He touches his phalanges to his chest and his soul—the culmination of his entire being—comes forth.

And he wants you to hold it.

-

Sans (Undertale):

His smile is relaxed and easy, even lit from below by the soft white glow of his soul.

“Are you sure?” you ask him, and his grin widens.

“of course,” he replies without hesitation. “it’s you.”

Sans trusts you, wholeheartedly.

The thought makes you feel soft, and for lack of any kind of answer to it, you reach for his soul.

Your fingers brush against it and you’re immediately overwhelmed with…impressions, feelings, synesthetic thoughts as your mind attempts to translate this thing of pure magic into something you can understand.

A crisp breeze, blowing by your face.

Sliding into a freshly-made bed, rumpling a clean set of sheets for the first time.

The gently spiced sweetness of gingerbread, and the tart burst of blueberries.

A single, resonating chime of a bell, fading out into stillness.

“well?” Sans asks, drawing your attention back to his face. “what do you think?”

It’s said casually but it’s obvious your answer is important.

“I love it,” you tell him. “It’s you.”

-

Papyrus (Undertale):

“I’M! NOT NERVOUS ABOUT THIS, BY THE WAY! IF YOU WERE WONDERING.” Papyrus tells you.

…Which is an obvious lie by the way his leg is bouncing a mile a minute.

But you’re not about to call him out on it.

“It’d be okay, if you were nervous,” you say with diplomacy. “This seems like a pretty personal thing…”

“OH, VERY MUCH SO. BUT,” Papyrus beams at you, just the barest edge of nerves in his smile, “IF THERE’S ANYONE I’D TRUST WITH MY ENTIRE SELF, IT WOULD BE YOU!”

So saying, he nudges his soul forward; closer to you, wordlessly inviting you to touch it.

You’re not nearly rude enough to decline that invitation.

Papyrus is…

Polished marble beneath your fingertips.

Warm, gentle sunbeams on your skin.

The snap of a pretzel and the zing of cold, fresh lemonade, ice cubes clinking against the glass.

Waves, crashing onto the beach, rhythmic and powerful.

“Papyrus,” you breathe. “You’re amazing…”

He blinks at you a moment.

And then he laughs, boisterously, proclaiming, “YES! O-OF COURSE I AM! NYEH-HEH-HEH!” like he knew it all along.

He might not have…but you certainly did!

-

Sky (Underswap Sans):

“…COURSE YOU DON’T HAVE TO, IF YOU FEEL IT’S TOO SOON—I UNDERSTAND COMPLETELY!—BUT I WANTED TO OFFER BECAUSE…WELL, IT’S ABOUT THE GESTURE, AND OBVIOUSLY I TRUST YOU, SO—”

“Sans,” you interrupt, laughing a little despite yourself. “You’re…you’re rambling a little…”

Sans’ mouth shuts, a faint tinge of blue coming across his face.

“I…YES, I WAS, WASN’T I? HEHEHEH… I’M SORRY,” he sighs, a touch rueful. “I’M JUST…A LITTLE EXCITED! I KNOW YOU LACK THE CULTURAL CONTEXT, BUT THIS IS…KIND OF A BIG DEAL?”

You look at the upside down heart, bobbing before you in mid-air—Sans’ soul.

“Yeah, I kinda figured.”

“IT’S JUST…I LOVE YOU,” Sans admits. “SO…I WANT YOU TO LIKE IT…DOES THAT MAKE SENSE?”

“It does. ” And the least you can give your skeleton beau is an honest answer, so… “I am ready. I’ll do it.”

Sans’ eye-lights brighten happily as you reach out and cup his soul in your hands.

Just like he warned you, in as much magi-scientific detail as monsterly possible, it’s…weird, an utterly bizarre sensory experience for your brain.

It’s the soft, cloying sweetness of marshmallow, cut with the sharp, icy tingle of mint.

It’s the tickling bubbles of carbonation from a freshly cracked soda can.

It’s the swoop in your stomach at the top of a rollercoaster, just as you start to fall.

It’s birdsong, ambient and melodious.

It’s Sans.

So, “It’s perfect.”

-

Paps (Underswap Papyrus):

Such a bold invitation from your favorite shy skeleton is unexpected, to say the least.

But far from unwelcome.

The pale upside down heart is like a magnet for your fingers, your hands itching to touch the very core of the man you love so much.

But you have to be certain.

“This is…really okay?” you ask. “You’re okay…with this?”

Papyrus, with his ducked skull and fidgeting hands, looks utterly bashful, but the way he meets your eyes is nothing short of resolved.

“yeah,” he says. “i want to share this with you. i want you to know me…like this.”

He reaches for your hands and you let him take them, pulling them to closer to where his soul hovers.

“it’s okay,” he promises.

So you reach, and find…

The trickling sound of a quiet stream, flowing steadily forward.

Lacquered wood, smooth and sturdy.

A hot shower after a long day, filling the room with soothing steam.

Heavy cream, thick and sweet…with the faintest hint of hazelnut.

It’s probably rude, or at the very least extremely cheeky…but you can’t quite stop yourself from bringing Papyrus’ soul up to your lips for a chaste little peck.

He shivers, an enticing cerulean dusting his face.

Your intent must have quite clear, because he chuckles.

“i…i love you, too…”

-

Jasper (Underfell Sans):

“figured it was about that time,” Sans is saying with a shrug. “one of those things ya’ gotta get to sooner or later, y’know?”

His tone is blasé, perfectly casual; verging on cocky, even.

You might’ve bought it if he hadn’t stuffed his hands into his pockets, trying to hide their trembling from you.

Real emotion—vulnerability—scared the hell out of Sans and you both knew it.

With his soul laid bare before you, utterly exposed in the truest sense possible, he really couldn’t get any more vulnerable than this.

…but he’s showing you anyway.

He chose to be vulnerable to you, for you, and there aren’t words for how special that makes you feel.

“Thank you,” you tell him, hoping he understands what you mean and reaching slowly, carefully for everything that makes him…him.

The magic that settles in your palms feels like dry heat, almost insistently warm.

It feels like static, like peeling apart a pair of socks stuck to each other, fresh out of the dryer.

A puff like cinnamon and the tang of a tart apple, sour and sweet and spice all at once.

A distant rumble, like from a far off storm…

Sans’ eye-sockets go wide when you pull his soul closer to you, holding it against your chest.

You know what it probably looks like, like you’re aiming for an even more intimate type of sharing, but really, you just…want him near to you.

Because…

“Sans…you feel like home…”

-

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus):

“I’M SURE YOU’RE INCREDIBLY FLATTERED. TO HAVE WON SO MUCH OF MY REGARD IS NO SMALL FEAT—EVEN FOR AN EXTRAORDINARY HUMAN SUCH AS YOURSELF!”

He’s probably been talking for a solid two minutes now, blustering about how intimidated you must be by such a bold, romantic gesture; how loved you must feel to have such an amazing partner, willing to trust you with his soul; how he understands if you need a moment to process all this overwhelming information.

If you didn’t know better, you might’ve thought Papyrus was projecting a bit, stalling for time…

But you do know better: surely, the fact that he can’t seem to meet your eyes right now is just to…keep you from feeling nervous.

Surely.

“…AN HONOR, REALLY—”

“I am,” you say, cutting into his long-winded tirade.

Papyrus’ jaw clicks shut.

“I…WHAT.”

“You’re right,” you clarify. “I’m honored. Really.”

Ah, Papyrus hadn’t prepared a script for that response: you can tell by the way his cheekbones go the palest shade of pink, and by how he all but thrusts his soul at you.

“I! JUST…JUST TAKE IT!” he demands.

And well…you’re not often one to tell Papyrus ‘no.’

You carefully grasp his soul.

Sharp spice like ginger, dripping in rich dark chocolate, riding the line between bitter and sweet.

A razor’s edge beneath a fingertip, safe only for a careful hand.

Fine silk that flows and ghosts against your limbs, the barest whisper of touch.

Crackling, like the tamed fire of a well-stoked hearth.

You let go.

Papyrus looks uncertain, too proud to ask for your thoughts outright but obviously dying to know.

You opt not to leave him in suspense, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him down to meet you in a kiss.

Your partner is a fascinating man…

-

Mal (Swapfell Sans):

You startle when Sans grabs your hands in his own, intercepting you.

“Is…Did you change your mind?” you wonder, attempting to pull back. “It’s okay, you don’t have to—”

“NO. NO, IT’S FINE,” Sans assures you. “I TRUST YOU, DEAR. I DO.”

But still, he holds your hands, his grip firm.

“……I don’t—”

“JUST…YOU CAN…GO AHEAD. I JUST NEED…THIS……WHILE YOU DO.”

Your beloved Sans—ever emotionally-constipated—probably can’t do any better than that strained and halting explanation.

It’s a good thing that (you think) you understood it.

You can hold his soul.

He wants you to hold his soul.

…But the faint shred of control in such a vulnerable act, holding onto you while you hold onto him, is something he needs to have, too.

If it helps him feel comfortable, you don’t mind in the slightest.

You reach for his soul, with his gloved phalanges still curled around your hands.

Sans allows it.

A subtle yet persistent hum, background, like a nearly-forgotten device in a silent room.

A…strange sort of sweetness, bitter like licorice, or sour like raspberry—impossible to separate from one another, either way.

Pressure, intense and purposeful, bearing steadily downwards.

Crushed ice, stingingly, numbingly cold…

You’re not sure what to make of it…at first.

But then, you remember the last time you’d felt a wisp of this magic.

When you’d been hurt, not badly but enough to make Sans dart over to scold you, even as green light started to pour from his claws—easing your pain, putting you back to rights.

It was the same.

You release your grasp on Sans’ soul, taking no offense in the way it immediately retreats back into his chest.

You turn your hands in his, lacing your fingers together and squeezing tight.

“Thank you…for trusting me.”

And then, you lean in for a kiss.

-

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus):

You can’t believe it sometimes.

How you ever managed to snag yourself such an adorable, goofy sweetheart of a skeleton.

“i-i mean, if you don’t…y’know, ‘cause, i-if it’s weird, for you, uh…i wouldn’t want you to feel…obligated??? that’s…mmmaybe not the right word…”

Poor Papyrus is absolutely babbling by now in a way that could only be more endearing if he didn’t look so nervous.

“i don’t…i dunno, whatever, uh, whatever you want, to do, i just…wanted it to be…out there, if—………”

He goes dead silent when you make your answer to his proposition clear, taking his soul into your hands.

It’s…not what you expected.

The sensation of a thick plume of faux fur against your cheek.

Lukewarm wax cooling, growing tacky on your fingertips.

What rain sounds like when it’s falling outside, while you’re safe and dry indoors.

Dripping, overwhelming sweetness, dense like marmalade and sticky like caramel.

No…not really what you expected…

But somehow, it suits him wonderfully, this odd, clingy duck of a skeleton you’ve chosen as your own.

Papyrus visibly jumps when you raise his soul up to your face and give it a tender little nuzzle.

“I love you,” is all you have to say to make his whole skull glow violet.

It’s true, though—you really do.

-

Slate (Horrortale Sans):

He doesn’t look particularly…happy…about this.

In fact, Sans looks pretty much the opposite, a grimace on his face and his single red eye-light pointedly averted from the sight of his own soul, hovering there between you.

You manage to tear your eyes away from the sight of it, looking at him instead.

“Why?” you ask.

His frown deepens, confusion obvious.

“Why do you want me to do this?” you try again, hopefully clearer. “If it’s… If you don’t want to…”

“……no,” Sans says at length. “it’s not… you should get to……you…deserve to………to know it.”

“But…if you don’t want me to—”

“not… no, that’s not it.”

Sans looks at his soul, his expression visibly pained.

“i just…wish it weren’t…like this…”

Finally, it clicks.

He’s talking about the state of his soul, littered with cracks and fissures, marks of damage from all the horrible trauma he lived through.

He’s…

Sans is ashamed of it.

His own soul.

…

Something…comes over you.

Without hesitation, you reach out and take the manifestation of the skeleton you love into your hands.

It feels like…

Oil dripping over your fingers, dark and slick.

Plush velvet, soft and smooth.

A sharp burst like grapefruit and the warring bitter and sweet of burnt sugar.

Intermittent cricket chirps, on an otherwise still and silent night.

Just like you thought…

You pull Sans’ soul in, bringing it to your lips to pepper it with kisses—one for every little crack and imperfection on its surface—even as Sans shudders and goes that soft gray-blue color you adore so much.

He only manages to hold back the tears (relief? Joy? Disbelief?) until you speak.

“It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

And then, well…you’ve got plenty more kisses to give.

-

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus):

“So! If You’d Like… You Can Just Go Ahead And…”

Don’t mind if you do!

The soft white soul in front of you is utterly enchanting, lovely to look at—and that should be no surprise at all, knowing the man it belongs to.

You lean in closer, admiring it just a moment longer…

“Wait!”

You look up.

Papyrus, his smile gone tight all of a sudden, is reaching for his own soul too…calling it back?

No…

Just…turning it, slightly, a minor little adjustment.

Which is, quite frankly, deeply suspicious.

“Uh…what are you doing?”

“Nothing!” Papyrus assures you. “Don’t You Want To—”

He cuts off abruptly as you lean to the side, testing.

Sure enough, he re-angles his soul for you again, almost on instinct, and when he realizes how badly he’s given himself away, a nervous drop of sweat beads along the side of his skull.

“Papyrus… Why are you trying to ‘dark side of the moon’ your soul?”

“………”

You frown.

“Papyrus.”

“It’s! Not Very Nice, To Look At, Over There,” he confesses, admitting defeat. “Wouldn’t You Rather Just…Look At The Light Side? Like The Moon? The Moon Is Lovely, Nobody Needs To See—”

“I want to see,” you tell him, firmly.

His meddling hands…reluctantly retreat.

Leaving you free to take Papyrus’ soul in your grasp and see what all the fuss was about.

He was right, that the deep scar on the other side of his soul wasn’t particularly pretty—imperfectly healed, a gnarled silver streak across glowing white.

But when you touch him, his innermost self, it’s also…

Soft and impossibly delicate, like holding a single page of scritta paper between your fingers.

Cold steel, stainless and nigh unbreakable, fit to outlast anything.

Malleable marzipan and slippery olive oil, sweet and light and…weird, just a little offbeat.

A steady thrumming, beneath your fingers, like a heart; a strong, steady pulse.

“Thought so,” you say at length, gently trailing your fingers over Papyrus’ soul.

“Thought What?” he asks.

His hands are wringing in his lap, already anxious, so you decide not to make him wait for your answer.

“I love all of you,” you explain. “Not just the ‘pretty’ parts.”

And oh, Papyrus’ eye-sockets sparkle.

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Ash (Undergloom Sans):

The way Sans looks at his own soul, you’d think he’d never seen it before.

His eye-lights are blown wide in their sockets, that soft shade of gray you’ve come to love so much filled with nothing less than total surprise.

Like he’s not even sure of what he’s seeing.

It doesn’t look like anything out of the ordinary to you.

It’s just…a normal monster soul, an upside down heart shape made of glowing white light.

Maybe…he sees something you don’t?

“Everything okay…?” you ask, and Sans finally blinks.

“huh? oh…yeah…yeah, nothing’s……”

He trails off a moment.

“i just……never seen it this bright before…”

Oh.

Oh.

If you had to make a guess, you’d say that that’s a very, very good thing.

…and it makes you want to hold his soul in your hands even more.

“So…can I…?”

“oh yeah, sure. heheh, go for it—just be gentle.”

As if you would do anything less.

You scoop Sans’ soul up, cradling it in your palms.

It feels like…

Standing in the rain without an umbrella, letting the droplets pelt your skin.

A window pane under your hand, cold, flat, and even.

Soft white noise, unidentifiable yet soothing.

A glass of milk and a fistful of semisweet chocolate chips, plain and simple—uncomplicated.

“This is…beyond cool,” you say, because frankly, it is.

Sans smiles.

You love it when he smiles, the way the expression seems to weaken the dark circles beneath his eye-sockets.

Apparently, it also makes his soul glow just a little bit brighter, and you like that even more.

You think you’ll just have to make Sans smile as much as you possibly can.

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Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus):

“SO…YOU’RE CLEAR, YES? WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN?”

You nod.

Papyrus’ concise explanation of the synesthetic experience that was holding a soul had been as well-crafted as one of his lectures, and just as informative.

Perceiving all of him, through all of your senses at once, is an exciting prospect to be sure.

“AND…YOU UNDERSTAND? WHAT IT MEANS?”

“I think so…” Which of course, makes you wonder… “Are you sure you want me to…?”

Papyrus smiles, the corners of his eye-sockets crinkling with gentle amusement…and a hint of self-deprecation.

“IT’S SWEET OF YOU TO ASK,” he says. “BUT…DO YOU REALLY THINK WE’D BE HERE IF I WASN’T ABSOLUTELY SURE?”

………

He has a point.

You remember how terribly flustered Papyrus would get, back at the beginning of your relationship—unable to hold your hand without starting to sweat and stammering over his words like you’d suggested something lewd instead.

He seems perfectly calm now, not even blushing (…you think—the pale, pearly color of his magic makes it nearly impossible to tell).

“Alright… You’re sure.”

Without further ado, your grasp Papyrus’ soul with careful hands.

He’s warm, steaming chai, sugar cubes dissolving within.

Picking an autumn leaf up off the ground, bright yet fragile.

Fingers trailing over smooth, worn leather.

A soft, slow sound, like breathing beside you in bed in the middle of the night.

You gently stroke your thumb over the surface of Papyrus’ soul.

He sighs when you do, eye-sockets falling shut.

Trusting himself wholly in your hands.

“Oh Dear-Heart,” he breathes, his voice going quiet. “I Love You…”

You know.

The feeling is very much mutual.

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Brick (Horrorfell Sans):

“So…I just…touch it?”

Sans’ big phalanges curl, his wrist flicking twice—“yeah.”

Seems simple enough, you suppose?

Under Sans’ watchful red eye-light, you reach forward…

“wa—it…!”

You jump, your eyes going wide, and the soul darts away from your fingers but you don’t care about that.

Sans’ pained grimace is far more important to you right now, seeing his knuckles pressed against his throat as if to soothe the ache.

“Use your hands!” you exclaim fretfully with concern, grasping at his claws and pulling them out in front of him.

You’d learned sign for a reason, and it wasn’t so Sans could hurt himself trying to make words out loud with a voice that seared and stung him so painfully.

“i know,” he assures you, looking chagrined. “i know, i… sorry. i…panicked, a little.”

More than a little, you almost say, but don’t.

You’re sure it was hard enough already for him to admit, even peripherally, that he’d been…scared.

“Are you okay now? Because…we don’t have to—”

“no,” Sans signs, forcefully. “i want to. i just…i wasn’t ready. i am now. you can… you can go ahead.”

Well… so long as he’s sure.

You reach again, moving slowly this time so Sans can see exactly what you’re doing, where your hands are going…

Wrapping ever so gently around the faintly cracked white soul glowing before you.

It feels like…

Tightening your grip on a handful of hot sand, making it slip away though your fingers even as the heat starts to hurt.

The high, droning cry of cicadas in the dead of summer.

Wool, clean but unprocessed—a thick tangle of softness just shy of raw.

Earthy rye bread and sharp black coffee, warm and fragrant.

Just as slow and steady as you took it in your hands, you pass it back.

Sans takes it, absorbing it back into his chest.

His grin is crooked, almost sheepish.

“so…what’s the damage?”

You sigh, regretfully.

“I’m so sorry…I don’t know how to tell you this, Sans, but…I think you might be baby.”

“…what,” Sans signs, even as that cute hissing sound you’d come to realize was his laughter fills the air, his shoulders bouncing.

“I’m sure this is very upsetting news,” you continue. “It’s a terminal condition, to be just baby, but—mphmh!”

Sans’ hand settles over half of your face, muffling your words.

But he’s still laughing, so you think you’re alright.

-

King (Horrorfell Papyrus):

“YOU REALIZE, OF COURSE, THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THIS,” Papyrus says.

His needle-sharp phalanges locked tightly around your hands, the stern and imperious look upon his skull as he tells you so…

You’d be hard-pressed not to realize that this was important.

The scarred yet lovely white soul hovering almost hauntingly between you, awaiting your touch, only adds to the gravitas of the moment.

Papyrus releases your hands.

You don’t move.

He stares at you a moment, taking you in.

And then he reaches for you.

The backs of his claws light carefully on your cheek, stroking slow and purposeful.

“…I LOVE YOU, MY JEWEL,” he says, quietly; matter of fact. “THERE ISN’T ANOTHER SOUL ALIVE I’D ALLOW TO DO THIS. YOU KNOW THAT…YES?”

“Yes,” you answer, because you do know it.

As aloof and closed off and even mean as Papyrus once was…once he let you in, you were in, and he never made you doubt that.

You take his soul in your hands.

The sound of wind, gale-force, rushing past your ears.

Pressing down on a healing bruise, testing the fading soreness.

More heat than sweet, peppery cayenne overpowering a faint hint of juicy pomegranate.

Curling your fingers around the stem of a rose, just lightly enough that the thorns don’t prick you.

Papyrus is…a singular sort of skeleton, not the easiest to get close to by any means of the word.

But you’re here, holding all that he is in the palm of your hands, at his own invitation.

You raise his soul and press a kiss to its scuffed and wounded surface, feeding all your intent into the gesture.

I love you, too.

[vex-bittys]

Imagine the Possum-bilities: An Underfell Story (part 3)

The Possum Posse

The world of Underfell has gone to the possums!

Warning: child death mention

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Gloomfanger’s brood of tiny opossums easily integrated themselves into the daily lives of the skeleton brothers. Their instinctual desire to climb and cling to other living creatures proved endearing to everyone in the household, and there was no shortage of willing baby possum perches. The baby possums began their supreme reign over the home by electing the local regent, Doomfanger, as their second mother.

From the moment that they’d first emerged from Gloomfanger’s pouch, eyes barely opened and legs still wobbly, Doomfanger fascinated them with her silky white fur, rumbling purr, and insistent grooming. Eight small passengers could barely cram themselves comfortably atop Gloomfanger’s coarsely-furred back, but split equally between the cat and the possum, the baby Gloomies (as Red called them) enjoyed a roomy and luxurious mode of transportation.

It wasn’t until the baby possums were quite a bit bigger and significantly less fragile that they were allowed to clamber onto the other members of the household, but as soon as the first miniature pink possum hands wrapped around the skeleton brothers’ pant legs, the little possums secured their positions in Red and Edge’s hearts. The gruff brothers, unused to expressing positive emotions, both denied the tears of joy in their sockets, blaming allergies and invisible onions as the baby Gloomies played on their new skeleton jungle gyms.

“hey, Boss, check it out,” said Red one day, opening his jacket like a flasher to show seven little possums hanging upside down by their tails from various ribs. Gloomfanger herself peered over the waistband of Red’s shorts, where she was nestled in the bowl of his pelvis. Edge sighed.

“THAT’S VULGAR,” he scolded, arms folded across his chest. A very small baby possum head popped up from the folds of his tattered scarf and chattered a scolding of her own. The only female in the brood happened to prefer Edge’s scarf over any other perch, and Edge allowed her unprecedented access to it, and to his well-guarded affections.

The rambunctious baby Gloomies grew quickly. In order to tell them apart more easily, Edge made each small possum a differently colored bandana. The female of the group received a bandana in the same color as Doomfanger’s jeweled collar- a delicate rose pink just a few shades lighter than Edge’s magic. The other possums, a rowdy bunch of boys who loved greasy Grillby’s food as much as Red and Gloomfanger did, wore vibrant shades of yellow, orange, green, violet, midnight blue, pale blue, and dark red.

Admiring his handiwork, Edge scowled when Red announced that he had also chosen names for the entire brood. The tall skeleton had a feeling that Red’s choices would not meet his very high standards, and Red proved him right, holding up a possum in a green bandana and declaring with authority: “Dumpster.”

One by one, Red lifted the baby possums, Lion King style, and proclaimed their terrible names to an appalled audience of one.

The possum wearing the yellow bandana: “Rubbish.”

The possum in the violet bandana: “Trashy.”

The possum sporting the orange bandana: “Debris.”

The possums who had midnight blue and pale blue bandanas: “Filth” and “Scraps.”

Finally, Red lifted the baby possum wearing his namesake, the red bandana. “this little guy’s called Slop, or Junior for short.”

Edge swatted Red’s hand away from his beloved scarf-dwelling baby possum. “YOU CAN’T NAME THEM ALL AFTER GARBAGE,” he shouted, not wanting to hear the horrible name that his brother had chosen for his favorite possum of the litter.

“of course not, Boss,” said Red with a mischievous grin. “the little girl is called-”

Edge clenched his sharp teeth and braced himself for the mental onslaught of whatever Red would say next. “IF YOU CALL HER SCUMBELINA, I WILL END YOU.”

“- Anastasia.”

Edge blinked, and Red howled with laughter.

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Edge volunteered to take the young possums with him to the Capitol to give his brother and Gloomfanger a day to themselves to relax and stuff their faces with greasy junk food. The Captain of Snowdin’s Royal Guard would be meeting Undyne and the King for their annual status report. Edge tucked the eight little furballs into his armor, thinking that they would spend the entire time dozing off to his boring reports about inventory, training, and guard rotations. Of course nothing ever went that smoothly when Gloomfanger’s little ones were involved.

Anastasia, ever the dignified young lady, climbed up and nestled herself in Edge’s scarf underneath his chin and stayed quiet and out-of-sight during the visit. Her brothers, however, decided that they wanted to see what was happening around them, not snooze through the experience in Edge’s stuffy armor.

The first sign of trouble came when Edge felt stiff little whiskers tickling his ribs. He managed to turn a very unbecoming giggle into a much less embarrassing clearing of his nonexistent throat. Undyne was familiar enough with her skeleton counterpart to know something was amiss, but she chose to observe the situation instead of interrupting the report. Her instinct for hilarious chaos turned out to be right.

It didn’t take long for a triangular little face to appear through the armhole of Edge’s armor. Hairless ears brushed the underside of Edge’s humerus, making him yelp, a sound that could not be disguised as anything else. Undyne barely held back a laugh. The King regarded the skeleton with a frown. Edge’s mind raced, desperately reaching for any plausible explanation.

“I JUST REMEMBERED THAT I LEFT A LASAGNA IN THE OVEN,” he offered lamely. The King’s eyes narrowed skeptically, and Undyne sputtered.

“He really cares about his lasagna,” Undyne added unhelpfully.

More possum faces pushed their way to the potential exits at the neck and arms of Edge’s armor, and their movements made him twitch and spasm in a strange parody of dancing. Undyne doubled over, filling the halls with her raucous laughter. In response to the unfamiliar noise, the baby possums wrapped their tails around Edge’s arms, hissing in fear.

“What is the meaning of this behavior?” bellowed King Asgore, a monster to be feared and respected.

Edge spread his arms, and seven baby possums dropped into upside down hanging positions. Edge looked like he wore a fringed cape made of scruffy two-toned fur. Undyne rolled on the palace floor. Asgore leaned close to the possums to inspect them. Anastasia climbed out of Edge’s scarf to stand boldly in front of the massive ruler of the Underground. She chattered aggressively at Asgore, and there could be no mistaking her protective stance or ferocious noises. The feisty female possum would not allow Edge to come to harm under her watchful button eyes.

A slow smile spread across Asgore’s severe features. He chuckled and stepped back. Satisfied at having driven off the threat, Anastasia returned to her hiding place in Edge’s scarf folds. He gave her tiny head a gentle scritch with one sharp phalange.

“I see Snowdin’s Junior Guard is coming along nicely,” the King commented. “Of course, as Royal Guard members, these creatures are under my protection, and I trust you, Captain, to make sure all of the monsters of Snowdin know it.”

“YES, SIR,” replied Edge, silently thinking that this was the exact opposite of the way a royal guard actually worked but refusing to argue with his monarch, especially after such a gracious declaration.

“Do make sure you bring them along when you make your next report, Captain. You are dismissed.”

“YES, SIR.” 

As Asgore turned and walked away, Edge spotted a very brave young possum, Scraps if he remembered correctly (and he always did), clinging to one of King Asgore’s impressive horns. Though the fearsome ruler pretended not to notice his illicit passenger, he proceeded to walk with exceptional care so as not to jostle the tiny creature. He also murmured to Scraps once he believed himself to be out of earshot of the two Captains.

Undyne laid on the floor, gasping for air. When she finally composed herself, she grinned an unsettling toothy grin at Edge. “The big softy,” she commented, and she would know since Asgore had adopted her when she was still very young. “He hasn’t looked at another creature like that since I graduated from stripes!”

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From the moment Red stepped across the threshold into Grillby’s restaurant, he could feel the purple fire elemental’s seething ire. His hunger overpowered what dismal common sense he possessed, so he sauntered up to the bar anyway and plopped his bony behind on an empty stool.

Grillby glowered at Red so hard that Red might’ve expected him to burst into flames… if he wasn’t already consumed by them on a daily basis. “Unless you’re here to pay your tab, Red,” growled Grillby, leaving the threat open ended.

Red blinked at the fire elemental with exaggerated innocence. “my bro’s going to pay it when he gets back from guard duty,” he explained. 

The glower and purple flames intensified. “That’s what you said last time,” growled Grillby.

“yeah, but i was lying that time.”

“And are you lying this time?” 

“probably. anyway, can i get a burger and an extra large order of fries?”

The pure audacity of the skeleton in front of him struck Grillby speechless. Before he could recover enough coherent communication skills to tell Red exactly where he could go and what he could do with himself once he got there in extreme graphic detail, eight small possums emerged from Red’s jacket and scurried across the counter to an abandoned plate of fries. The little ones picked up the now-cold fries in their little pink possum hands and nibbled them delicately, eyes half-closed as they savored the flavor.

Any monster who wasn’t as familiar with the expressions of Grillby’s not-quite-face as Red wouldn’t have noticed the agitation giving way and the sharp-edged flames softening. Grillby whirled and entered the kitchen, returning a moment later with a plate of stir-fried vegetables and a small order of fries. He cleared the plate of leftovers from the counter and set the freshly-made dish in front of the hungry baby possums. The possums descended on the food with gusto, making adorable small noises of pleasure as they tasted the gourmet cuisine.

Gloomfanger’s head popped up from the collar of Red’s sweater, and a smile rippled to life in the purple fire of Grillby’s mouth. “This must be the mother. A moment please, m’lady.” Grillby disappeared into the kitchen again and again he returned with a plate of hot fries and a burger with extra vegetables and no bun. He placed this offering in front of Gloomfanger who gave it an investigative sniff before picking it up and eating it like a hairy miniature Red.

Red reached for one of the fries on Gloomfanger’s plate, and Grillby slapped his hand away. “That food is for the mother of this adorable brood, not a degenerate lazybones who doesn’t pay his tab,” snapped Grillby.

“but what about my order?” pouted Red, watching the possum family chirp happily as they enjoyed their meals.

“Your order? Red, you’re lucky I don’t toss your free-loading ass out into the nearest snow poff.” Grillby folded his arms across his chest, but once again hunger outweighed sense when it came to a certain skeleton.

“i brought the possums to visit you though,” Red wheedled. Grillby’s eyes narrowed behind his ever-present (even indoors) sunglasses, or at least, Red assumed that what passed for Grillby’s eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses based on the low and dangerous tone of his voice. Red couldn’t actually see through the reflective material at all, but he knew Grillby fairly well after so many years of unpaid and antagonistic patronage.

“I suppose.” Grillby drew out the word suppose, letting Red know that he agreed but with extreme reluctance and utmost disdain.

“I might even be willing to forgive your tab provided that you bring these tiny guests to try out a few new recipes that I have in mind for them.” As Grillby spoke, little Trashy, the possum with the violet bandana, waddled up to him and gave his forearm a nuzzle. The tips of Grillby’s flames flushed blue, and he made a quick escape to the kitchen to hide the fire elemental equivalent of a blush.

Thinking that Grillby couldn’t see him from the other room, Red snuck a fry off of Gloomfanger’s plate only to see flames belch from the double doors leading to the cooking area and hear Grillby’s warning growl:

“RED!”

Busted.

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Usually, Red left Gloomfanger and her brood at home during his sentry duties, duties that his brother had signed him up for under the pretense of forcing him to “contribute to monster society” though Edge actually feared that without a task or a purpose, Red might fall down as so many other monsters did. Red was actually grateful for his brother’s strong-armed recruitment; it was during one of his sentry patrols that he’d found a massive ornate door hidden away in Snowdin Forest.

Red had knocked upon the door, not expecting an answer. He’d gotten one, though- a reedy female voice calling out the response “Who’s there?” Unable to resist, Red tried out one of his favorite knock-knock jokes.

“wooden shoe.”

A pause.

Then “Wooden shoe who?” spoken by the same female voice.

“wooden shoe like to know.” 

Red knew the monster on the other side of the door couldn’t see him, but he grinned in eager anticipation, waiting for them to get the joke. The voice laughed a moment later, musical laughter that left Red wondering if he should perhaps try another joke.

He knocked again. 

Sometimes he told jokes to the voice behind the door to the Ruins. Sometimes he just talked, passing the time by sharing his life experiences. The voice rarely spoke about itself, though it occasionally described happenings in the Ruins that he might find amusing. Red had a sneaking suspicion that the voice might belong to a certain missing Queen, but he didn’t bring it up, not wanting to upset her and lose his audience for the terrible jokes he thought up in his ample free time. His brother sure didn’t appreciate them!

Red even told the voice behind the door about Gloomfanger and her babies. The voice became demure, asking to meet the little ones and sighing wistfully. Red waited until the baby possums were old enough to make the journey through the frigid forest before bringing them to meet his partner in crimes against comedy. Anastasia had opted to do her civic duty alongside Edge, but the male possums wiggled with excitement at the sight of new surroundings. For the first time since he’d discovered it, the door to the Ruins opened, just a crack, just enough for Red to see a yellow eye peering out, watching the little possums wrestle in the snow.

Rubbish, bright yellow bandana flying like a flag behind him, broke away from his brothers and darted through the open doorway. The Ruins door slammed shut behind him, and Red leapt to his feet in a panic. He pounded on the door, causing echoes to boom through the caverns of the Ruins like subterranean thunder. A sickly sweet singsong voice called out a familiar response.

“Who’s there?” The words left a sinister silence after they were spoken.

“gimme my possum back, lady!” Red was in no mood for knock-knock jokes.

The chiming laughter from behind the door was tinged with madness now. “Give me my possum back who?”

“you,” snarled Red. “you gimme my possum back.”

Nobody answered. Red stood dumbfounded in the snow, Gloomfanger and her six unstolen little ones standing in a half-circle behind him. Unsure what to do next, Red pulled out his phone and called his brother for help.

Beyond the door, Toriel, the missing Queen, scooped Rubbish up and cradled him in her arms. The drowsy baby possum snuggled against her chest, letting her heartbeat lull him to sleep after the exertion or romping with his siblings in the snow. His prehensile tail, bright pink and hairless, curled around her wrist like a living bracelet.

“Let’s go to my house, my child,” the unhinged monster crooned. “I’ll bake you a pie, and you’ll be so happy that you’ll never leave me.”

Neither Gloomfanger nor her children had ever been known to turn down a free meal, so when Toriel deposited the little possum onto her kitchen table and began assembling ingredients, Rubbish tucked his feet underneath him and took a quick nap in the loaf position that he had learned from Doomfanger. Toriel hummed as she baked, and the kitchen became pleasantly warm, though the fragrance of baked goods was nowhere to be found.

When the timer on the oven chimed, Rubbish opened his shiny black eyes, watching Toriel don oven mitts and retrieve the pie. She placed it on the table in front of him. The crust appeared to be made of mud like substance, most likely mud by the smell of it. Snails, stunned by the heat of the oven, recovered themselves and attempted to crawl away from their pie pan prison.

Fortunately, possums regard snails as a delicacy, and Rubbish unfolded himself from his loaf position and trotted across the table to hunt the sluggish creatures. Toriel beamed at him like any proud mother would at a precocious child crunching up all of his snails at dinnertime. After Rubbish had finished his snail snack and groomed his long whiskers, Toriel picked him up and carried him into the den. Sitting in front of the fireplace, she opened a photo album, showing the pictures to Rubbish and describing them one by one.

“This is my first child, Asriel, and my adopted child, a human called Chara. They’re dead now, of course.” Toriel spoke in a cheerful voice despite her macabre words. “This child came along later. I found her in the Ruins, but she’s dead now too. My husband killed her, you know. I decided to move to the Ruins to make sure no other young ones would meet the same fate, but they all do, my child. They all do. All my children leave me no matter what I do to stop them.” Toriel stroked the pages of the photo album wistfully, lost in memory. Rubbish put his small pink paw over her hand as if consoling her.

“I even tried training my children so that they would be strong enough to defeat my husband and escape,” Toriel whispered conspiratorially. “Alas, that child also died.” Toriel remembered the scorch marks, all that remained of that particular child, and how long it had taken to scrub them from the cobblestones of the Ruins. No need to worry her newly adopted possum with that detail. Rubbish would not ever leave. She would see to that. Doors weren’t only for keeping unwanted visitors out…

Outside, in Snowdin Forest, the skeleton brothers sent flurries of futile bone attacks smashing into the door to the Ruins. They even summoned their Gast Blasters with equally nonexistent results. These doors were meant to stay closed, and stay closed they did. Gloomfanger was equal parts unimpressed by Red and Edge’s magic and dauntless when it came to recovering her lost little one.

Assembling her seven tiny troops, Gloomfanger walked right up to the heavy doors, gave them a precursory sniff, and began to dig. The possum excavated the frozen ground like a piece of heavy construction equipment being expertly operated by a seasoned professional, and her babies pushed the freshly turned soil out of the way to make room for more. In a matter of minutes, Gloomfanger and her brood had disappeared into the tunnel under the door on their rescue mission, leaving the skeleton brothers standing slack-jawed with amazement in the forest behind them.

When she emerged in the Ruins, Gloomfanger shook the loose dirt from her coarse salt-and-pepper fur. She helped each of her seven babies out of the tunnel, giving them a quick grooming as well. Once all eight possums were suitably presentable, they stormed the proverbial castle, seeking out the Queen who had possum-napped Rubbish.

Toriel faced down the mother possum who had entered her home, seven small soldiers trailing behind her; the former Queen was not a monster to be trifled with. Gloomfanger’s tail shot straight up in the air, she opened her jaws- a pink cavern lined with needle teeth like white stalactites- and emitted an unearthly screech. Rubbish waddled over to her, and she calmed down, chattering at him and checking him for injuries or poor grooming. Toriel’s face softened. She recognized a distraught mother when she saw one.

Toriel backed away, resigning herself to losing this latest adopted child as well. Gloomfanger darted in front of her, meeting dejected yellow eyes with her own glittering black gaze. She clicked her teeth at Toriel, then led her entire brood of baby possums over to climb on the goat monster’s robes. Toriel shuffled to her armchair, and the parade of possums followed.

When Toriel brought out her photo album, every single possum found a perch on her lap or shoulders (with Rubbish in the seat of honor atop her head) and basked in the dancing light and comforting warmth of the fire. Toriel poured her heartache out to the animals, and they listened with quiet compassion. Finally, the Queen closed her book and sighed.

“So you see, my children, you must stay with me,” she explained gently. Gloomfanger lifted her head and chuffed. As Gloomfanger rose from her seat, her brood of baby possums followed. Gloomfanger led them single file to the tunnel under the door, the tunnel that led out of the Ruins, out of Toriel’s life, and into the forest which had claimed so many of her charges.

“No,” begged Toriel. “If you leave me, I’ll be alone.”

Gloomfanger tilted her head in the universal animal sign of confusion, then vanished into the tunnel, followed by her little ones.

Toriel returned to her empty house, numb. She had not stopped Gloomfanger because Rubbish and his siblings were her rightful children, yet their loss left Toriel cold and empty, just like her house. Toriel extinguished the fire, preferring to sit in the encompassing darkness, the shadows wrapping her like a shroud while she wept. Everyone always left her in the end, and boss monsters did not fall down. She would exist in this misery and loneliness until time forgot her as the rest of monsterkind had.

The next day, despite Red’s disapproval, Gloomfanger and the Gloomy brigade tagged along with him to his sentry station. Red sat on the bench with a meaningful look at the possum, but she kept waddling along, babies in tow, towards the door to the Ruins. Red hurried after them just in time to see them entering the tunnel. Red shouted after them, but the last tiny pink tail tip had already disappeared from sight.

Toriel snapped out of her cataonic depression when she felt tiny paws patting at her legs. Nine angular faces stared up at her. She leapt from her chair and headed to the kitchen to prepare her children one of her famous pies. She referred to it as Butterscotch Pie, but Gloomfanger and her babies knew snails when they smelled them… not that they minded. After wolfing down as many snails as nine eternally hungry possums could eat, the visitors followed Toriel into her den to enjoy the fire and listen to the tragic stories that accompanied the appearance of the photo album.

Once more, Gloomfanger and her babies returned home to the skeleton brothers’ house in Snowdin, and once more, Toriel despaired. The pattern continued for weeks. Toriel’s nerves frayed. Each time the possum and her brood left the Ruins, the missing Queen believed that they would never return, yet they did. As time passed, Toriel began to expect the visits. At first her mind anticipated the visits with the bleak notion that surely they would stop at some point. Eventually, she was able to look forward to seeing her small, furry children without the nagging doubts.

One day, during the photos-and-bereavement session, Gloomfanger pointedly knocked the photo album to the floor. She waited, with her babies behind her until Toriel stooped to pick it up then waddled very slowly toward the tunnel that the possums used to travel between the Ruins and the forest. Curious, Toriel followed them, and this time, the baby possums trailed behind her instead of their mother.

When Gloomfanger reached the tunnel, she stopped. Toriel stopped too and stared at the possum. Gloomfanger turned to the giant door with its elaborate embellishments, puffed out her fur and hissed at it. Toriel and the young possums stood in contemplative silence for a moment. “What are you trying to tell me, my child?” Toriel finally asked, though she already suspected what the possum’s intentions might be.

Gloomfanger headbutted the door.

“You believe that I should leave the Ruins and return to a life amongst other monsters,” Toriel stated uneasily. It wasn’t a question, but Gloomfanger answered with an encouraging chirp anyway.

Toriel turned her attention to the photo album clutched in her hands. She had fled to the Ruins to escape from grief and loss, but heartache pursued her, even here. Isolation had done her no favors.

“I can’t face them,” she explained, voicing her fears aloud for perhaps the first time ever. “I can’t bear their pity or their heartless violence.” After spending so long convincing herself that constant abandonment and endless longing were her punishments for her failures as a mother, she did not know how to think differently. Gloomfanger, ever the wise and perceptive possum, trotted over and nuzzled Toriel’s leg.

Toriel’s troubled mind spun. She could choose. She could choose to hold on to her losses, to martyr herself by suffering alone until that torment consumed everything she ever was or dreamed to be, or she could choose to let go. She could choose to move forward. She could reintegrate herself into monster society. She could risk heartbreak, but she could also regain companionship to balance it.

Gloomfanger waited. Slowly, hesitantly, Toriel laid her photo album down on the smooth, familiar stones, giving the faded cover one last caress, then the goat monster faced the door, pushed it open with conviction, and stepped out into the cold Snowdin Forest sunlight.

Hope can be found in the unlikeliest places and in the most unusual forms. Some hold hope deep inside of them where it can never be lost or broken, and some look for it all of their lives without realizing that it's right there in front of them. The monsters of the Underfell Underground lacked all hope, inward and outward, until it arrived in the form of an unkempt, garbage-eating possum named Gloomfanger.

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Long ago, when two races had ruled upon Earth, Monster, and Humans.

Neither group was equal, each with their own distinctions. Monsters could not stand to live with such negativity.

Each suffered severe discrimination at the hands of Humanity.

On behalf of each citizen, others have grown tired of being poorly mistreated.

Name-calling is a consequence because of being different.

Both sides had taken matters to their own hands and formed an army of their own race.

The two nations proceeded to move forward with their plan and declared war.

Humans using Swords, Maces, and sharpened Spears, as for Monsters their combat defense had been Longswords, Flails, and Magic.

Humans showing no mercy to their enemies and had taken the victory and monsters left relinquished. After the tragic events of the war.

Monsters then had been sealed into one of earth’s surface’, MT EBOTT, where they kept away from the society of humans by an impenetrable barrier.

After the Monster's abuse had ended, they had formed their own land beneath the surface.

Others had contributed to making civilization for others who were homeless or no longer retained a refuge home.

Then one day two Monsters who were the same species had fallen in love and fulfilled their destiny. Their names were Toriel and Asgore.

Asgore had suffered multiple injuries during the war, he had also lost a bit of his left horn.

The two then made a promise to the underground to spread piece and acceptance for one another.

Every civilian in the underground had chosen the two to be the ruler of their new home.

Toriel, and Asgore had declared themselves officially the rulers of the underground, their bond had formed stronger as their love for each other continued.

The two decided to have come to terms, having a royal marriage.

After declaring themselves king and queen their next fate had been decided.

Toriel had assured to Asgore that she wanted a child, to love for and nurture.

As time had passed, Toriel and Asgore, huddled close together as they watch over their newborn child.

Asgore turned his head to Toriel with a warm smile.

Asgore:  “You really love this child, don’t you Toriel, dear?"

He said in a happy manner.

Toriel then turned her head left of where Asgore had been standing and gave a warm smile back toward her husband.

Toriel: “Yes Asgore, I always wanted to be a Mother.”

She then turned her head away from Asgore, and lowered her head looking into Asriel’s precious eyes.

Asgore: “Toriel, Dear?”

He spoke softly with his lips. Toriel’s eyes then turned toward Asgore, she then elevated one singular finger to hush Asgore.

Toriel: “Shhhh, be cautious, dear. Our little one is sleeping.” She said to Asgore.

Asgore: “Ah, yes. I had almost forgotten the ceremony, I apologies, let us not forget that it is his big day tomorrow.”

Toriel then smiles at Asgore only for a moment and turned back toward her child and she began to rest her head closer to him.

Asgore then smiled as he softly kneeled to the side with caution, trying not to disturb their sleeping child.

Asgore: “I say Toriel, I enjoy his name quite a lot.”

Toriel then turned to her husband with a nod of agreement.

Toriel: “I too, love the name Asriel, I think it suits him, and sounds rather comforting, does it not?”

Asgore then shared had his same view on his opinion as he simply nodded.

Asgore then had almost forgotten the time of the night, he lifted his head upward as he glanced the time on the wall clock.

Asgore: ”Toriel, it seems to be getting late, I think we shouldn’t bother him as much, would you like some help?”

Toriel ears had perked up as she had seen the time as well and turned her head to asgore shaking her head in disagreement for his help.

Toriel:  “I’m afraid not, dear. But thank you for your kind offer of contribution.”

Asgore gave a smile to his wife, trusting her that she had everything under control.

Asgore: “Okay, Toriel. I will meet you in our Throne Room, in the royal palace, all right, dear?”

Toriel had softly turned her head to her Husband.

Toriel: “Splendid, dear. You be safe now, okay, dear?”

Asgore then looked over his shoulder into her eye’s, only to be nodding and agreeing that he will stay safe, then takes his leave to the Royal Palace.

Toriel had turned her head, as she leans takes one singular step toward her child.

Toriel: “Good night, my child, I wish you the best of having a magnificent slumber. You have, the Underground Prince title awaits tomorrow for you.”

Toriel carefully leans down to Asriel’s crib as she softly kisses his forehead, then proceeds to carefully leave the room with caution.

Moments later, the King and Queen had both sat in their Thrones, Asgore had been sipping on some honey tea, as for Toriel, only sitting there.

Having a thought that kept circulating her head.

Toriel then placed her hands softly on her lap and lowered her head.

Toriel: “Asgore, dear? I would like to inquire your information of how I feel, about a thought that would not leave my head.”

Asgore became curious and turned his head to his beloved wife.

Asgore had then pulled a small table toward his throne and carefully placed his tea gently onto the wooden surface of the table.

Asgore: “Hm? Is something the matter, dear?”

Asgore grew worried and hoped for nothing serious.

Toriel had lowered her eyes to the corner left, as she did not hesitate one bit to tell him.

Toriel: “Well I suppose it would not harm to ask.”

Asgore grew more curious.

Asgore: “Hm?”

Toriel had softly turned her head to asgore with a smile filled with warmth.

Toriel: “Would we ever seek to have another child?”

Asgore had widened his eyes only for a few moments.

Asgore: “Tori...what is the meaning of this question?”

Asgore then became flustered by her question.

Toriel: “No reason in particular.”

Asgore then sat straight in his throne and took a gulp of air.

Asgore: “W-we should ask ourselves when we are prepared, should we not?”

Toriel had then lowered her head and staired at the orange and yellow square patterns of the royal palace.

Toriel: "Well, what I wish so badly, is for our child to acquire Bravery, Loyalty and for them to enable themselves to face difficult danger independently."

Asgore had turned carefully turned away from Toriel and looked forward while listening to his wife, but then interrupted her, selfishly.

Asgore: “Well, I'd like to leave this terrible prison, I promised our people, to have hope. The entire undergrounds rely on us, and their hope for freedom, to rule the surface in piece!”

Asgore then turned his head to his wife.

Asgore: “Wouldn’t you want peace more than anything else, Torie?"

Toriel grew uncomforted as she elevated her right hand as she softly begun to rub her left arm.

Asgore then turned away from Toriel, as he sprung off his throne, and walked to Toriel and softly kneeled to her height.

Asgore: “Toriel, dear?”

He placed his hand under Toriel’s chin and lifted her head to face him.

Asgore: “I would truthfully seek another child, but wouldn’t you want them to grow happily on the surface?”

Toriel straightened her back and turned away from Asgore.

Toriel: “Asgore, the prophesy had told us, the barrier seeks seven souls.”

Asgore then lowered his head, being filled with a little guilt.

Asgore: “I know Toriel, I don’t want to hurt anything, or anyone.”

Toriel: Asgore, the surface will be ours once more, someone from the heavens, who is Brave, Loyal, and filled with courage, who an outlast dangerous trials, will be our savior.”

Asgore then lifted his head up to Toriel with a smile, feeling better from her encouraging words.

Asgore: “They will be the savor for our people, we had enough of this discrimination, we will leave this place and never will have to look back, dear.”

Toriel then placed her paw beneath Asgore’s chin, feeling his soft yellow beard.

Toriel: “We must face this suffering together as of now for the least, but we shall stay brave together, dear.”

Toriel had given Asgore a warm smile as for Asgore giving one in return.

Asgore: “Yes...stay brave...heh...heh.”

The two, Toriel and Asgore had both given each other a kiss on the lips.

A large interval of time had passed, Asriel had rapidly grown to eleven years old as for Queen Toriel and King Asgore had then ruled the underground since they had been forcefully departure from the surface.

Their child was filled with joy or more of indicative pleasure.

He would gather anything that seemed visible or tangible, he would often travel to the center of the mountain to fertilized flowers and let them grow by having them sprinkled in water or let the seed receive rain from the sky that had entered from the hole that was in the center of the mountain as the sun’s ray that had helped them bloom when they reach their full form.

Asriel then walked back to the royal palace in a happy matter.

Asriel “I wonder what my Mom and Dad are doing?”

As he ran back to his folks, he had caught something in the corner of his eye.

Asriel: “Oh? What is this?”

Asriel had peeked in the corner that had the sensation of the color red. the object was glowing brightly. It had been a soul that was missing or lost from its body.

Asriel: “Could this be? A real Human soul? Just sitting on the ground?”

Asriel had known what would happen as he has thought of motion in his head of what his father, King Asgore, had told him about touching a soul.

Asgore: “My child, you’re at a youthful age where I think is appropriate to explain, of what would happen if one Monster had chosen to become one with a human soul,”

Asgore spoke in a soft pitch, as he began to Neal down at his child's height.

Asriel had given a lot of concentration of the mind on his father hearing him explain.

Asgore: “One shall not lay a finger or any contact of it, your body will form a bond that you cannot overcome, you will lose yourself, every part of your body will alter itself, and could form.”

As he remembers his father's words, he says it to himself.

Asriel: “Soul. Fusion.” Asriel had felt reluctant and feared what would have happened if he disobeyed his Father's warning.

He kneeled to the ground as he began to extend his arm to the soul as he felt excitable to see the act that could await him.

He then placed his paw onto it, as he became to contact it, then before he could take his arm back, was unable to move, the soul had tensed up and while entering his body forcefully.

Asriel had felt lightheaded crumbling to the ground as the soul took over his body.

Its power had merged itself with him as his body began to modify from the soul fusion.

He then woke up as he felt pain throughout his body, he softly placed his paw on the back of his head with rotary motion.

Then it struck him for a second, he had felt horns that had grown from the occurring soul fusion that had happened after he touched the soul that was mysteriously found on the ground. Asriel had felt terror noticing the change to his body.

His clothing was a black robe that had the symbol that served the purpose of the Dreemur family.

Asriel: “Oh no! W-what happened to me...? Goodness, my dad will punish me or even banish me from being a prince!”

He then lifted off the ground from levitation, as his eyes had changed form.

Asriel had felt astonished and chose not to believe that he was flying.

Asriel: “.... I am Flying? But was this being ACT of wrong, could it...?”

Asriel could not feel regret as he savored every moment.

Asriel then realized he had an idea.

Asriel: “Hey, if I can fly? That means I can finally experience what is behind this trapped mountain.”

Asriel then flew up to the hole as he began to peak what was kept from him.

Asriel: “Could it be...?”

Asriel had steadily gazed upon a village where there had been another race that ruled the surface, which were known as Humans.

From Asriel’s personal presence did he also see children that that were playing outside of their homes chasing each other with broken shrub that seemed to have been cut off by a smaller tree.

Asriel: “How come...? We live in these Mountains. What made us stay here...? And not there?”

He then begun to slowly make his way down from the extended height.

Asriel: “The air is freshly clean...!”

He then ran into a field of flowers then playfully fell into them as he felt the soft petals against his smooth fur!

Asriel: “I can’t wait to tell Mom and Dad! I do not regret touching that soul, something inside me has realized that I feel freer and smaller extent of being trapped! I can’t wait to visit this outside world even more!”

He was unaware that Monsters had been kept away from the outside world.

A Human who was related to the village as cried out a scream from noticing Asriel playing in the flowers.

Asriel then heard the shout of fright from the flustered human.

The entire village had heard an outcry to get their attention.

Asriel tried to escape cautiously then had been enclosed on all sides.

Villager: “Monster!”

Being more than two but fewer Humans had then begun to treat Asriel with contemptuous rudeness.

Asriel then felt threatened and tried speaking to a calm manner.

Asriel: “People who rule this surface, I mean you No harm!”

Asriel tried to reason with them but they chose not to listen.

Villager: “You know what we do to Monsters like you? If you are a Monster...it is Kill? Or be Killed.”

The Humans made sure to enclose Asriel so he would have to no access of escaping. Asriel then tightened his hands as his eye pupils turned bright.

Asriel: “You better stay away for me, or ill destroy everything in this wretched world of yours!”

Asriel’s soul fusion had taken over him mentally causing him to act viciously and threatening.

Villager: “He has Threatened us! EVERYBODY CHARGE!”

The humans then had no other choice to attack Asriel, throwing Spears, sharpened Daggers, causing Asriel to be in critical damaged, he had been stabbed and beaten #fandomgiven no pity or mercy.

After the tragedy had ended Asriel then fell to the ground from the wounds that had been caused by the Humans.

Villager: “Quick! Run away before it gets up, grab your children and run!”

Other’s quickly grabbed their children, grasping them by their arm as they take them into their home’s and lock their doors protecting themselves.

Time had already passed as Asriel had been covered in cuts, open wounds, scrapes and bruises.

He opens his eye’s barely as he held onto his stomach in pain and could even merely stand and then left him at a lame movement, limping carefully back to the Mountains.

Asriel: “I-...N-need help!”

He then fell to his knees as he used every bit of his power to get back and levitate off the ground to fly to the barrier of the mountain.

Asriel: “I’m not strong enough...Any moment, I'm going to faint I need to use every bit of my power left...”

He then teleported to the barrier placing his Injured paw as his body started to feel paralyzed.

He then made it inside the entry where around the corner his parents had their thrones set up.

Asriel: “M-mo-Mom! D-dad!”

He cried in pain, as he fell to his knees then the soul that he had touched left his body, causing him to return to his natural state leaving him still harmed.

Toriel: “My child?”

Toriel then heard the cry of her own child as she sat up from her throne and walked toward the next room where the barrier was present.

Toriel: “Asriel!”

She had begun to tear up as soon as she saw her child suffering from the severe pain he was.

Toriel: “Dear! Please wake up! Asriel! ASRIEL!”

Asgore rushed in the room as he witnessed his own son near death from being beaten severely.

Asgore: “Asriel!”

He then ran to Toriel, and kneeled next to her as she held Asriel cradling him as she was in tears.

Asgore: “Toriel, Dear it is ok! He will be ok!”

He then attempted to calm her down as she chose not to notice Asgore at all.

Asriel opened his eyes with little effort as his parents tried to comfort him.

Toriel: “My child, you will be all right! Please don’t go!”

Her tears make her way down her cheek and drop onto Asriel’s fur.

Asgore then dragged his knuckle across his child's cheek.

Asgore: “Asriel, you cannot give up just yet, ASRIEL you are a brave child! Do not lose hope My child! Stay brave! The fate of the underground's rests in your hands, ASRIEL! Stay brave!”

Asriel’s vision then turned blurry and then his eye’s closed softly.

Both Toriel and Asgore were then at grief and before they could carry their son to get seek medical help, his body turned into dust, and his soul appeared and cracked.

Toriel had dropped to her knees sobbing in a sad but more angry way for losing her beloved one as for Asgore he felt grief and regret for leaving Asriel alone.

Asgore: “Toriel...It’s all of my fault I should’ve-”

She then sprung up to Asgore crying heavily as he did his best to comfort his Queen as he looked down on what was left of his child, then from the corner of Asgore’s eye he had noticed that there was a human soul that shined brightly red.

Asgore: “Toriel, dear!...LOOK! Look at once!”

Toriel then turned to what Asgore was pointing at.

Asgore: “A human soul, do you know what this means?”

Toriel had wiped her tears away. Toriel.

Toriel: “Asgore, I could not bear to even show any remorse of care knowing our beloved son had passed in our own eye’s!”

Asgore turned to Toriel and Explained that seven human souls could be there way of freedom.

Asgore eventually tried to reason with her as she did not admire the idea of Killing innocent Humans, as she despises any type of harm toward others.

Asgore had went to retrieve a jar and carefully place the Human soul inside of it and kept it until the day of their freedom and finally came.

Months had passed, and the two King and Queen had trouble getting over the experience of losing their child in their eye’s, events had passed Toriel had discovered five innocent human children, that ran away from the surface village where Asriel had been attacked.

The Queen and King then decided to take the six as their own and formed a new family relationship.

There was two boys and three girls, Eventually Asgore then recruited a new defense system to protect their new children from any harm.

However, one Monster in the Undergrounds had studied and obtained Intelligence and tried to produce ways of trying to leave the mountain without using any sort of violence toward Humans.

However, tragically one day, there was no solution for any other way of leaving the Barrier that kept them from the outside world.

The scientist then brought Asgore to the side and to make it understandable that there was no other option.

Asgore: “I..i- See. Then- I have no further choice.”

Toriel had been absent at to their home as for the five other children had been at the Royal Palace playing.

Meanwhile Asgore retrieved his Trident that could easily kill any living creature in one hit or stab.

He then faced the guards, explained them the plan, and had no choice to follow the kings wish.

Royal Guard: “If Queen Toriel had entered, what are your wishes my king? What shall we do?"

Asgore looked down as shade covered his eyes.

Asgore: “Keep her, away she could watch in fear, this is our only hope of freedom.”

Toriel then walked to back to the palace where she ruled with her husband with Pumpkin pie for her children, as she enters, she heard a childlike scream for help.

Toriel then rushed to the throne as she witnessed four of her children dead, she covered her mouth as she begun to tear up as she could not believe what she walked in.

There was another frightful scream for attention.

Justice: “Mommy!”

A loud unlawful scream filled the halls of new home.

Toriel’s head perked up from being called.

Toriel: “My child! Where have you gone to?”

Toriel then saw her child along with Asgore, being covered in blood from the children who were defenseless and could not help themselves.

Justice: “Mommy, Help!”

The child yelled and cried for help.

Toriel had attempted to try and save her child but then had been tackled by one of the Royal Guards to prevent Toriel to Interfere.

Toriel: “Asgore, NO! You musn’t, Please don’t harm the child!”

Before she knew it, Asgore forcefully stabbed his trident inside the child's body as the child fell to the ground and the soul had appeared.

Toriel: “Asgore!! Y-YOU...m-MONSTER!”

She was then terrified of him as he turned toward Toriel.

Asgore: “Toriel- you don’t understand...”

Toriel did not accept any excuse and then cried and began to shout angrily at him.

Toriel: “Asgore...You just murdered our children..I- can no longer live with this way if you think harming such innocent children is ok...”

Toriel: “Asgore...i am leaving you, you should NEVER put any children in harm!”

Asgore's blood pressure begun to rise as he then pointed his trident at Toriel.

Asgore: “Banish her. Far away from the Royal Palace...where she will have no further interaction to me or these souls that could set us free...”

The royal guard then grabbed Toriel as she began shout again

Toriel: “Asgore! You can’t do this...You”

The royal guard then silenced Toriel by putting her to rest with force and took her far away from the Royal palace, leaving her throne and crown behind.

After the traumatic events had passed Asgore cleaned himself up and proceeded forward to his Balcony as every Monster in the Undergrounds had looked up to their crown.

Asgore: “Monsters of the UNDERGROUNDS, I as your ruler shall promise you, FREEDOM!”

Every Monster in the underground had begun to cheer for king Asgore.

As soon as Asgore finished preaching to him People, he then sat onto him throne where he then waited for the Seventh Soul to arrive to fulfill his selfish faith.

Meanwhile, Toriel had woken up in an empty place that she felt a lone and no other sign of her race anywhere.

Toriel: “Where could I be...? How have I gotten here?”

She then remembers everything that had happened.

She looks down in disappointment and then walks toward the flower bed of the Ruins that had not been finished.

Toriel: “Little one, I shall promise to protect you from ‘HIM’ I will make sure of it, that you’re safe and happy here on the day of your arrival."

Toriel then made a vow and pledged to herself whenever the child falls will be kept away from Asgore.

To this day, ex Queen of the underground visits the Flower bed to seek if any child had fallen.

-To be continued.

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TOP FAVE READER INSERT UNDERTALE (OR ANY OTHER AU’S) FICS???? /genq /nf

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Oh you don't have to worry about forcing me. I've been wanting to do this for a while and you just gave me the perfect excuse!!!

List under the cut because it's LONG and I love to chatter.

A little note before you continue: I won't pick any PURELY explicit fics (... with a couple exceptions) since if I did, I'd be here forever

BUT fair warning that some of these will be dark, and may deal with heavy topics. Some will also have some spicy/explicit content in them, but I'll do my best to mark them accordingly! (I won't mark ones with just suggestive themes/moments, since I cant guarantee I'll catch all of them. Similarly, unless there is graphic death or gore, I won't mark it as such.)

I have also included the STATUS of each fic as such: Finished, Ongoing/Unfinished, Discontinued. Please note that unless the author specified that the fic is Discontinued or on Indefinite Hiatus, I will mark it as Ongoing/Unfinished. Oneshots are also marked as such.

ALSO for some of these fics it's been years since I last read them, so if I miss any warnings for them, that's why! As always, check the tags before reading and take care :]!!

MULTICHAPTERS

When Words Get Broken - Papyrus/Reader - Finished

Featuring: Some of the best Papyrus characterisation that I’ve read. The most unkissable kissable skeleton. If you want to know what I mean by that, go read this fic. I love him so so so dearly.  

Life Like A Ghibli Movie - Papyrus/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

One of the fics ever. Broke me apart and put me together again. Lives permanently in my brain.

Vacuous Happiness - Sans/Reader - Finished

Rewired my brain. I feel like I went on a roadtrip which changed me irreversibly as a person. The same author is also writing a Firewatch inspired fic featuring UF!Sans which I’m enjoying as well :]

Thunderstruck - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

If you haven’t read Thunderstruck what are you doing. Go read it. You’ve probably already read this fic but go read it again!!!! One of my favourite portrayals of UF!Papyrus ever. Almost certainly has some amount of influence on the way I'm writing Flipping Fate.

You, Me, and Dr. G - W.D. Gaster/Reader

I love this fic so so much. *drinks it up like water*

This is part of a series that also contains fics I love; Story That Might Happen When You Date Sans (F) and Black Thumb (F), which are respectively a Sans/Reader and Asgore/Reader. Both are really good as well. This one is just my favourite out of the 3 though. The same author also wrote Just One Word (F), which is a soulmate AU Mettaton/Reader which I also enjoyed.

Teach Me How - Sans/Reader - Finished

I read this fic waaay before I realised I was somewhere on the aro/ace spectrum and hoooo boy my obsession with it when I was younger really makes sense now. Incredibly sweet, they go from hate to love, and the reader is aro/ace. It’s a little messy, but isn’t everything?

In writing this I also realised this is by the same author who wrote You, Me and Dr. G!!! >:O

Pursuit of Happiness - Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

SO good. Y'all at Rock Bottom babey!!

A Home for Mending Souls - Underfell!Skelebros/Reader - Finished

Extremely soft. Recovery/Healing fics beloved. I love the characterisation in this fic so much. Made me very emotional.

Backroads and Bad Jokes - Horrortale!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

I love this fic so much. Sooo many scenes live rent free in my head. I won't spoil things ;] I think it takes place in the same universe as A Home for Mending Souls?

The Nebular Theory - Skelebros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

If it's not obvious already, I absolutely adore this fic. You want some REALLY good characterisation? A juicy plot that has me wishing I had the space for a red-string theory board? An attention to canon details that make me scream? Communication between characters!!!!!

READ THIS FIC.

Love? It's Complicated - Series - Finished (...?)

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes.]

I'm cheating here by linking the entire series (which is 11 fics of various levels of interconnectedness) but it's so worth it. This series tore my heart out, stomped on it, stuck it back in and gave me a sweet little kiss at the end. Several times over!! I cried like 4 times in one night while binging it!! Also this series contains one of the few OC/Canon stories that I enjoy!!

I actually read Burning Mountain first and then everything else in order and proceeded to LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND reading the first and second fics because OH. That's why the end of BM was so... OHhhhHHhhhh.........

The current fics included in the series are all finished, but I'm not sure if the author intends to come back to it in the future.

In the meantime, their other fics A Little Bit(ty) of Trouble (F) and Cold Blood, Warm Heart (O/U) have also stolen my heart. Those ALSO deal with dark, complicated topics so tread carefully and enjoy!

Bearskinner in Three Worlds - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

The plot and writing has gripped me and won’t let go. The reader goes through so much and it’s so worth it. Loooove the polyamory negotiations. I don't want to spoil anything!!! Go read it!!

Penitent Island - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Really good plot and fun interactions! By the same author as Bearskinner. Did I mention I love this author's poly negotiations?

Transmigration of the Soul - Papyrus/Reader - Finished

One of the good ol’ classics. Japes! Drama! Romance! Really good plot! Apparently optional smut according to the tags! I don't recall that but it's a thing!

The impact of this fic can still be seen in the way I view Kindness souls and how they behave lol.

When Two Tsunderes Do on A Date, Does the Void Explode - Fellswap!Sans/Reader - Finished (?)

This series is so so funny. They’re both kinda idiots. And they're both SUPER TSUNDERE. I love all the characters here so much.

My Dearly Detested Deliveryman - Swapfell!Papyrus/Reader - Finished

Every single one of Little_old_lady’s fics are fucking hilarious. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. This one you go through enemies to lovers with your deliveryman. Just go read it already.

Black Coffee - Swapfell!Sans/Reader - Finished

Soulmate AU!! Unbelievably silly. I love it so much. Papyrus is such a little shit here.

Pussycat, Pussycat, Where Have You Been? - Fellswap!Sans/Reader - Finished

Another banger by Little_old_lady. Both Papyrus and the reader are so dumb I love them. Also Sans is a tsundere.

There’s a snake in my bed! - Mafiafell!Sans/Reader - Finished

Sans is a wholeass dumbass in this one. He's got a snake (think Daemons from His Dark Materials/The Golden Compass) who loves to go into your room. You like the snake too :D

The Skeleton Games - Underfell!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Explicit Content]

He’s so pathetic in this I love it. It's far more complicated than that but hrkjsjhsgf pathetic little guy.

Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match - Skelebros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Super heckin cute!!! I wanna give the reader a little smooch too. They are so lonely but they are making friends!!!

Dirty Laundry - Swapfell!Skelebros/Reader - Finished

THE Swapfell fic. It had me in a vice grip when I read through it the first time. And the second. And the- you get it. Brilliant characterisation and really delicious talks about developing relationships and more.

Honestly all of this author’s works are fantastic, but in particular I love Roadside Attraction (O/U), Fur a Good Time, Call… (F) and also her AU vignettes… Flotsam & Jetsam, Not So Spooky-Scary and Make Your Mark.

A Smile From the East - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

I read this way back when it was still updating and it has lived in my brain since. It has everything. UF!Papyrus in all his edgy glory. Flower shop AU. Angst. Romance. It's left me hanging for like 5 years waiting for the last chapter and I encourage you to let it do the same to you.

Re-Hate-tionship - Swapfell!Papyrus/Reader - Finished

[Warning: Contains Explicit Content.]

ENEMIES TO LOVERS!! They hate each other so so much and they WILL fuck about it. Somehow despite being very very mean to each other, they are both very sweet.

Twice a Month I Fall In Love - SwapfellPapyrus/Reader/Swap!Papyrus - Ongoing/Unfinished

I love love love this fic (I even read it again pretty recently…) SF!Papyrus and the reader swap bodies twice a month. Romance and shenanigans ensue. The reader is not the hinge in this poly! Weird things happen when you kind of want to kiss some dude you met in this other guy’s body (who you incidentally are also falling for).

Becoming Edge - Underfell!Papyrus/Reader - Finished

Not only is this fic just so so sweet, but it also sparked me to start experimenting more with my wardrobe which has made me much happier. Actually cured my depression because of that (Partly anyway!)

Paper Flowers - Sans/Reader - Finished

[Warning: INCREDIBLY SAD]

I need to read this again, but I still feel like I can wholeheartedly rec it. I still remember enough that thinking about the title makes me want to cry, so...

Just a Little Offbeat - Bitty SwapBros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Hi. Not-so-secret about me. I love bitty fics. This one in particular is really good.

Bitty Hunt - Reverse Harem/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

We all know the [Number] Skeletons and You" setup. We all know Bittybones AUS. But what if… YOU were the bitty? Who is incidentally a landlady? Lots of fun! Many shenanigans.

You all probably know this one but I still love it lol.

His Name Was Bob - Bitty Underfell!Sans/Reader - Finished

One of the OG bitty fics from my recollection. Really good!!!

Skeleton Kisses – Sans/Reader – Finished

SO heckin SWEET. You are in fact scared of him but it all works out :]

Tits and Dick – Underfell!Sans/Reader – Ongoing/Unfinished

I love them so dearly. They’re both so fucking stupid.

All the Right Moves - Dancetale!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

I almost got into colourguard because of this fic. I haven't read it in a long time so I can't guarantee anything about quality/content but... I really wanted to get into colourguard after reading this.

Honey, We Bee-Long - Underswap!Papyrus/Reader - Finished

This is actually part of series but this is just the one I liked the most ;3c Pretty cute!!!!

New Home on the Range - Cowboy AU!Skelebros/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Yeehaw. I love cowboys too much not to include this. The reader is described a lil bit, but I will overlook that because I want to kiss these boys sooooo bad. Papyrus in this is such a sweetie. Also plot >:3c

Where the Daffodils Grow - Papyrus Ensemble/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Chances are, at least some percentage of you are here because you saw the comic I drew of this fic. I love it so. Reverse harem set in Underswap!!! Lets GOOO!! PAPYRUS ENSEMBLE LETS GOOOOOO!!!!!

Cash It In - Swapfell!Papyrus/Reader - Finished

[Warning: Contains Explicit Content.]

Tumultuous soulmate AU!!!! WAH. Super super cute!!!!! UhhhhHH I FORGOT THERE'S SMUT FIRST CHAPTER BUT LISTEN OKAY I LOVE THIS FIC TOO MUCH TO NOT INCLUDE IT KAJDHJFH

Kintsugi - Underswap!Papyrus/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Explicit Content.]

I found this fic last year but APPARENTLY I left kudos on it?? Years ago???? SO I GOT TO REREAD IT FRESH. Dramatic, tense, and a really good read overall.

Panic Room – Swapfell/Reader – Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes.]

This one you really REALLY need to read the warnings, but if it interests you, hot damn is it a good story. SUPER dark but chewed through my brain like drywall. The worldbuilding is spectacular.

In the Language of Flowers – Various/Reader (???) – Ongoing/Unfinished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Themes.]

One of the pioneers of the “Reader is a Sans” tropes. Slowburn to the nth degree. Extremely dramatic, it's fantastic. Marked as (???) for the relationship because IDK what the specific ending relationships are going to be. Also technically Sans/Sans since… the reader is a Sans? It gets complicated man.

Joined at the Hip - Various/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

Another Reader is a Sans fic. Enemies to lovers except you are also kinda sharing the same body?? SIGN ME UP. Again, gets complicated with romance stuff because of it.

The Wolf - Various/Reader(?) - Ongoing/Unfinished

As always, it gets confusing when they’re sharing a body. In this one I love that they get along and have all that figured out. Mostly. They have the problems of two people mashed into one body. Plus! I love the naming structure in this one. Also, I (as a reader) am simping hard for Orion. He’s off the table in the fic because he’s Gemini’s brother but PERSONALLY, I love him.

He was Real. – Horrorswap!Sans/Reader – Finished

In which you dream of a strange skeleton and- he’s REAL OH OKAY YOU SHOULD PROBABLY HELP HIM HUH. Fun concept, very well executed.

A collection of Fables and Romances – Sans/Reader (Various) – Ongoing/Unfinished Series

As the title implies, it’s a collection of short fics! All of them are very good :]

Poor Little Meow Meow – Killer/Reader – Ongoing/Unfinished

Killer adopts cats. He’s got so many cats. And also you :>

Still Counting – Sans/Reader Series - Finished

I’m not cheating by including this entire series- it’s all one long story. And goodness gracious is it a GOOD story. It’s got [REDACTED]- well shit I guess you just gotta go read it.

thinking of you. – Underswap/Reader – Ongoing/Unfinished      

You think that Swap!Sans is a figment of your imagination, but whoop turns out he’s not!! He’s REAL babey!! Go kiss a ghost(ly skeleton) and a less than ghostly skeleton! Very cute.

Who Done It? - SpicyMobKustard/Reader - Finished

(Mafiatale!Sans/Fell!Papyrus/Reader/Fell!Sans Polycule)

The dynamics between characters are really good and it's got a solid mystery plot underscoring the developing romance :D Please note that the reader is Not the hinge in this poly- they are part of the polycule (and the only two who aren't dating are UF!Sans and UF!Papyrus, since they are related here) so if that's not your thing, don't click! If it is! Enjoy!!

R&R (Rabble & Rampallions) - Bad Sanses (plus)/Reader - Finished

This finished recently (as of writing) and it’s been such a wild ride. I want to read it again and again and again. And I will once I've let it settle in my brain more. I CRIED at the end.

Gloom & Doom All Up in Your Room - Bad Sanses/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

If you are craving more Bad Sanses content after finishing R&R… hey look there’s another brilliant fic featuring them guys. The vibe is different but still so good. Dust is very much bleeding out in your living room when you first meet him, which I feel sets the scene in terms of what sort of violence and/or gore you’ll see here.

Little Assistant - Bad Sanses/Bitty!Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

MORE Bad Sanses content. But they’ve got a bitty (you!) this time. The Star Sanses kinda accidentally suck in this, but they (or at least ONE of them) is trying to get better.

do you live with abusive skeletons? pull a power move and fuck their dad! - W.D. Gaster/Reader - Finished

Incredibly funny (and self-explanatory) title. I enjoy trope reversal and subversion >:3c

Blackcurrant - Horror Swapfell/Reader - HIATUS

Black adopts you as a pet because he doesn’t realise you are sapient. Mutt on the other hand is fully aware and thus is hostile towards you. Lots of fun :] Also very lovely art! Currently on hiatus though.

Skeleton Sisters and the Architect - Fem!Skeleharem/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

I’m so fucking gay. Girls. Holy shit. GIRLS. I am looking so respectfully. They’re all so cute and I love their names.

a full course meal - Horrortale!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

* Edited after note from the author! There are future installments planned 👀

A very cute series of oneshots centered around the reader and HT!Sans!!! HE’S SO BIG. WAIT THERE’S A THIRD PART I DIDN’T SEE THAT BEFORE.

Potato Soup (with a side of skeleton) - Horrortale!Sans/Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

INCREDIBLY FUNNY PREMISE. Neither of them know how to open up but it’s somehow very endearing.

Chasing the End - Grillby/Reader - Finished

The plot had me yelling. Love some good old "before the barrier" content. We get to see baby Sans and Pap also!!!

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ONESHOTS

A Unique Definition - Underswap!Papyrus/Reader - Oneshot

Really cute oneshot! You steal US Paps’ hoodie and it’s the cutest thing in the world.

Honeydew - Horrortale!Sans/Reader - Oneshot

Sweet! You meet him on a train and share honeydew it’s all very cute.

No Strings Attached - Underfell!Sans/Reader - Oneshot

Rewired the way I conceptualise UF!Sans. (The other fics in this series are explicit!)

Human Anatomy Fanatic - Papyrus/Reader - Oneshot

[Warning: Explicit content]

Papyrus is a little freak and loves every weird and strange part of your human anatomy. Some of the sections deals (briefly) with explicit stuff, but even then, it is more focused on Papyrus being SUPER FASCINATED by how human bodies work. Somehow!! Really cute!

Pat? - Swapfell!Papyrus/Reader - Oneshot

DOGY. DOGGY MEETCUTE. Super cute!! Very embarrassing!!!! PATS!!!!!!

Emotional Drought - Bitty Horrortale!Sans/Reader - Oneshot

LONG oneshot. Very good. Prepare for complex relationships and also a delightfully open and ambiguous ending. I love this one to bits.

Soulmate of the Century - Nightmare!Sans/Reader - Oneshot

The sillies. Really silly. Super cute.

Black Coffee Isn’t Too Bitter - Swapfell!Sans/Reader - Oneshot

Black sends Chara and Mutt to tell a human he likes them. They do a spectactularly bad job at it, but someone better than when he goes in to tell them himself. It works out somehow.

Red and the Bitty - Underfell!Sans/Reader - Oneshot

The title says Bitty, but it’s Red who’s the giant. You get sacrificed to the big bad monster and he’s an ass about it. Somehow, still pretty cute.

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MISC. READER INSERTS

For the non-romantic/platonic fics that are still reader inserts.

Bitty Reader Adventures -Various & Reader - Ongoing/Unfinished

THE bitty reader fic. Series of fics. Whatever. The OG!!! I used to reread these all the time and I still like em :]

Help, I've Fallen Into a Surveillance State and I Can't Get Up! - Reader is a Sans/OC, Platonic Relationships - Ongoing/Unfinished

Yes, there is one chapter so far. Yes, it is 17k words long.

I am so fucking obsessed with this fic. It’s got trope subversion, absolutely amazing worldbuilding, snappy writing, black comedy and light-hearted normalcy in the face of horrors, paired with just enough serious introspection to balance it out?? WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT. I want to eat this fic whole. Also there is lovely art ;>

Street Kitty - Platonic Reader Insert - Ongoing/Unfinished

YOU’RE A KITTY. You menace Sans. You are literally the best cat.

Pieces - Platonic Reader Insert - Ongoing/Unfinished

I need to reread this again, but this was another one that ingrained itself into my bones. You wake up as a flower (like Flowey) and you essentially turn into Frisk’s guide. Love this fic to bits.

Monsters Should Be Cute! - Bitty Sans & Reader - Finished

Pumpkin is a menace and I love him. The undefined-other-reader-dash-underling is also a great character.

Oops, I have a Naga - Naga Bitty Sans & Reader - Finished

Sweet fic !!!!! Real cute! You have a naga now! A naga with TRAUMA.

Tib and Rib – Sans & Papyrus & Reader – Ongoing/Unfinished

This one has me crying and weeping. BLASTER BOYS. On account of the power dynamics here being messed up, this is more a platonic/QPP kinda deal. They hurt so much but they are recovering!!! It updated while I was writing this! Let me go cry!!

Honey, I’m in the mafia. – Platonic Reader Insert – Ongoing/Unfinished

Hi mossy. You thought I would include the fic you wrote inspired by my own fic?? THINK AGAIN. This fic is freakin hilarious. You have to babysit Mafiafell!Sans and Papyrus who are young teens. This can only go well.

(I actually read it the other day but realised I didn't leave kudos. djfgfgkjkajsdkjsd)

Up in the Attic – Platonic Reader Insert – Ongoing/Unfinished

You’re a kid who lives in the Swapfell’s attic. They become your guardians :D

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NON-READER INSERTS

You thought I was DONE? HAHAHA ha. I had to include these.

One by One – Finished

… (Knock, knock, knock)

If you need an indication as to how much I love this fic; I wrote out the last line on a blackboard and that remained on my wall for at least 5 years. It’s since been rubbed off, but I can still recite it to this day.

Cathartic AND beautiful. I've read this many times and also tried to copy-paste by hand into a word document before I realised Ao3 had a download feature.

Day to Day and One by One’s sequel, Truant similarly demolished me.

Brothers Beyond Bonedaries - Finished

Another fic which I haven’t read in years but really should. Both Sans and Papyrus are fallen humans who die and then...? Well go read it and find out ;]

How to raise your bitty - Finished (?)

Don’t have a brother? Storebought Adopted is fine! AKA. Razz (SF!Sans) gets a bitty named Slim (SF!Papyrus). I love it dearly. Again, it’s a series, so the series is technically unfinished, but each individual fic is complete.

The Planet Sanses - Ongoing/Unfinished

REALLY fun concept- what if Blue recruited the Bad Sanses to also help out when the other Star Sanses are busy. Thus the Bad Sanses become!! THE PLANET SANSES. The rest of the series is also fun- I liked the first fic, Blood Moon the most though :]!!

Remembrance - Finished

Some old-school Papyrus angst. This one is the first Undertale fic I bookmarked and thus holds an important place in my heart. Papyrus is so so so sad.

Appreciation for Honesty - Finished

AND WHAT’S THIS? MORE PAPYRUS ANGST? You can really see I was going through it back then. This one similarly broke my heart. You ever think about how many lies Papyrus is told? He does.

Flowey Is Not A Good Life Coach - Finished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Content.]

*Deep breath* Okay so. This is pure whump. Papyrus gets hurt. He gets hurt and it gets better but oh my goodness gracious does he get hurt.

If you want to read about Papyrus getting broken (in more ways than one) then you should read this fic. If you don’t, then go read one of the other fics I’ve linked that have nicer themes. Something funny. Or cute.

The Pap Chat Logs – Finished

[Warning: Contains Dark/Heavy Content.]

Read these if you want to be SAD. These are mostly chatlogs from an old discord server (that I actually joined and never talked in) which all deal with a great amount of PAPYRUS ANGST. Please note that these talk about a lot very very heavy content. Read the tags and click away if you need to.

In particular, I’d recommend Deitale and "The Great Papyrus" is an Excellent Host- the latter has also been turned into a comic! (Which you should also read, if you haven’t already)

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And there we are! I ran out of links! Not as in I don't have more fics I want to add to this list, but rather tumblr only allows you to add 100 links. Augh. Suffering.

But I don't want to end it on such an angsty note!!! SO... the only logical course of action is to link...

SAUCY FICTION!! - Finished

[Warning: EXPLICIT!!!!! Talk about dicks and boobs!!!]

The only fully explicit fic I will link here. It is the funniest thing I’ve read in my life. Also, there’s a comic of it. I never need to read anything else in my entire life ever.

Wait, there’s a sequel-

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This list in theory is much longer, but I was forcibly cut short by tumblr's limit to 100 links per post. Theoretically I could do a reblog and add more, but I've already gone on long enough. Tumblr Is barely letting me save this post as is ^^"

Also, I'm terrible at remembering to bookmark fics I like, so there's probably a ton I missed!!! :( Not to mention a few have been deleted since I last went and looked :< snowflakeimagines' Meet Ugly series... I would have added you to my list if I could.

There were a bunch of "weirder" fics that didn't make the cut, but this is still a pretty comprehensive list of fics I like :]

If any of yall have recommendations... hand them over. I have gone through the entirety of the reader insert tags, but somehow I still miss things.

Thank you for reading ;3c!!

[hoodie-lover]

Conspiring

Nightmare’s tentacles were curled up. He was looking down at his brother, Dream was bruised and beaten, his bones broken and cracked. Killer, Horror, and Dust were behind their master, glaring daggers and brandishing their weapons. Dream was chained up by the wrists.

“Look what we have here~. The guardian of all positivity, writhing in pain at my feet.” Nightmare mocked, raising Dream’s chin to have their eyes meet.

“B-burn in h-hell...” Dream muttered, jerking his head away, flinching in pain.

“Tsk tsk tsk, why must you be difficult Dreamy?” Nightmare said as his boys left the room, his mind control working wonders.

“Because you insist we keep this charade up even when they literally can’t do a thing about it.” Dream said as the chains fell off his wrists.

“Well, I think it completes the charade.” Nightmare said as he helped his brother up.

“You just like being in charge of a band of villains as you defeat your enemy.” Dream said as Nightmare healed his wounds, as if they were never there.

“How long should I stay here? Last time it was a month, you got so much negativity from my friends I was a little scared.” Dream chuckled as he remembered the tears of joy they had shed when he was found, such a surge of power, he loved it.

“Maybe 2 weeks. We can rough you up a lot more though, maybe even send a ransom note.” Nightmare entertained and Dream’s eyes glowed.

“Yes! Maybe a video of my poor and broken soul begging for help and mercy will get their souls crying. Then they can rescue me and we’ll all be happy.” Dream said already drooling at the thought.

“Yeah. But what would we even ask for?” Nightmare thought and Dream had an idea.

“An AU! One where you can out everyone through endless misery over and over and over again! A timeline where Flowey reigns supreme with no escape. His sadistic joy would be wonderful and the misery of everyone else would be more than enough for you.” Dream suggested and Nightmare gave him an evil grin.

“Sometimes I wonder why the villagers thought I was the evil twin.” Nightmare said and Dream cackled.

“They were blind idiots that were concerned only for themselves.” Dream said as he gave his brother a light punch in the arm.

“Assault of your captor?! How dare you!” Nightmare said as he grabbed Dream by his arm and broke it.

“Oh no! Ink will rescue me I’m sure of it you pure evil bastard!” Dream said, trying his best not to laugh.

“It seems I need to, once again, teach you how things work here.” Nightmare said, breaking both of Dream’s legs in one move.

“Mercy please!” Dream begged, not even flinching at the pain.

“Never you happy piece of filth.” Nightmare said, chaining up Dream again, ripping his clothes and taking his crown.

“Maybe I should crack your skull. That would be scary for Ink.” Nightmare entertained and Dream nodded.

“Alright, then I’ll get Dust in here for the video.” Nightmare said as he drilled a hole into Dream’s head with a tentacle. Golden blood spilled from the wound as Dream shifted in slight discomfort.

Dust entered the room, he was mumbling things to the phantom Papyrus he saw. “Yes Pap, yes Pap, yes Pap, yes Pap, yes Pap, yes Pap...” over and over again, his fingers twitching with every word.

“You like the crazy ones don’t you brother?” Dream said as he began to cry fake tears when Dust put a knife to his throat.

“Shut up.” Nightmare said as he opened a two way viewing portal in front of himself.

“Hello Inky boy! How are you? Well, Dream is doing just wonderful!” Nightmare said catching the creator off guard.

“What did you do to him?” Ink demanded, his eyes turning red as he armed his brush.

“Nothing much. Just had a little fun that’s all.” He said as he turned the portal toward Dream, who was sobbing with all his heart.

“HELP! PLEASE INK HELP ME! PLEASE-” He said but a swift slice across his face, all too close to his eye, he shut up. Dust cackled as he licked the golden blood from the wound.

“Dust.” Nightmare boomed and the insane skeleton stopped moving.

“What do you want Nightmare?” Ink asked, seething.

“A universe. Where I can make others as miserable as I want, with no consequences. A universe where Flowey reigns supreme, unchallenged and undefeated forever, where I can influence his actions and choices.” Nightmare asked, and Ink gasped.

“NO!” Ink screamed.

“I’ll give you two weeks to decide.” Nightmare said as the portal faded.

Nightmare fell to the floor laughing as Dust left the room. Dream soon followed, their laughs cold and cruel, like nails on a chalkboard.

“You were perfect!” Nightmare said as he healed and freed his twin.

“So were you. Did you make Dust lick my cut, or is he crazier than I thought?” Dream asked, and Nightmare gasped in fake shock.

“I have standards. Of course I made him.” Nightmare said as he grabbed Dream’s hand and lead him out of the dungeon.

Nightmare’s goons were sitting on the couch staring off into space, lost in their own personal hells. Dream was always creeped out by their blank faces, how he could feel the negativity radiating off of them, he longed to see them smile, but he knew that Nightmare needed them.

“I’ll let you use them while you’re here. Two weeks ain’t gonna do much and if I get that AU, well, then I can set them free from my spell.” Nightmare said and Dream jumped for joy.

“Thank you!” Dream cried out as he unleashed a yellow aura, in response, the three skeletons fell to their knees and gasped for breath.

“W-what happened?” Killer asked and backed away from Dream when he saw him.

“Where are you going?” Dream asked, Horror and Dust realizing who was there and backing away from his as well.

“What’s wrong guys? Don’t you want to be happy?” Dream asked, smiling wide as he pushed his aura harder on the trembling skeletons.

They screamed as their heads felt like exploding, empty laughs escaping their mouths as they writhed in pain.

“Stop resisting. You’ve been sad for so long, why don’t you want to be happy?” Dream asked.

Eventually, after a few minutes of torture, the three of them were limp on the ground. Dream had propped them up against each other’s backs. Killer, Horror, and Dust’s eyes were yellow, one of them laughing every now and then. Dream was incredibly happy, with a snap of his fingers, the three of them stood up.

“Hi.” They all said in unison, smiles plastered on their faces.

Nightmare was always intrigued by Dream’s aura, he knew it was painful, and the effects were something he was creeped out by. Though he loved seeing his twin use every ounce of his power on people, it was so interesting to see the beloved Dream, just as crazy as he was.

Dream, for the rest of the day, pushed more and more of his aura into them, gaining more power than he lost. When he had to turn in, the three skeletons were practically foaming at the mouth and clinging to Dream with all their strength. Dream cut the effect instantly, and they collapsed.

“You monster-” Killer shouted by he had no chance to charge at the guardian as Nightmare wrapped the three of them in his tentacles and put them to sleep.

“I think I might do that with a few random outcodes.” Dream said and Nightmare looked at his twin as if he was suggested the earth was flat.

“Why are you surprised?” Dream asked, genuinely curious as to why his brother would be surprised at his thought.

~~Time Skip~~

Ink had given in and made Nightmare’s AU. It hurt his nonexistent soul to do something that Dream would hate, but even more negativity would spread if he didn’t. When he saw Dream again, the slightly taller skeleton look near death, breaks and bruises all over his bones. Tears were running down his face as they hugged and Nightmare walked away, cocky as ever.

“I-Ink...” Dream huffed, but Ink kept him quiet.

“Wait until we get to the Doodle Sphere.” Ink said, picking up the now sobbing skeleton bridal style.

When Ink arrived with Dream, everyone was so happy. Dream was sobbing with relief and Ink had to drag him to his bed so he could rest.

“Nightmare really did a number on him huh.” Blue said, looking at the door.

“I hate that bastard. How can Dream still think he’s redeemable?” Red, Underfell!Sans grumbled.

“Stockholm syndrome and the love of brothers. Dream’s also told me he feels responsible for what Nightmare went through and became, so that’s also a big factor.” Ink responded, and Geno who was also in the room nodded his head.

“I just hope he’ll be alright, he’s gone through so much, it’s a wonder he can stay so happy and hopeful all the time.” That got everyone agreeing, unaware of what Dream was actually doing in his room.

He was looking through the list of outcodes, looking at who had the worst lives, and how he could make them as happy as possible. He had to suppress an evil laugh as he heard his friends talk of Stockholm syndrome. They were so stupid.

[cowtale-utau]

Can I call it CowTale? Please?

So names are still not all settled. But, I thought if I started fleshing out everyone’s roles, and a little bit of personality, maybe that’d help. So here’s what I’ve got so far. Undertale Sans - Ace. The skelle in charge, a job he isn’t always fond of, but handles well enough. He makes the final decision on when they move and where they go. He has the last word in inter-camp conflicts. Occasionally he’ll disappear for a day or two, needing to get away from the responsibility he’s been saddled with. His return is always just as quiet and unacknowledged. He never wanted this but hes doing his best to handle not only the surface but also keeping track of all his and his brothers alternates. He tries his best to settle things peacefully, but isn’t afraid to use force if needed.  Undertale Papyrus - Lief. Charming and friendly, hes the one who secures their place in any given location. They try to stay settled as long as they can in one camp, and he’s very good at becoming a quickly beloved member of the nearest town. Getting an in with all the locals, and making them less likely to flip should the law come looking. In camp he helps keep the peace between the various conflicting personalities. Rival gangs and law enforcement tend to underestimate him because of his kind nature, this allows him to play “hostage” until the perfect moment arrives and he is more than willing and able to strike, and he always hits exactly as hard as he means to. Underfell Sans - Chisel. At first glance, he’s just muscle. An enforcer of sorts. He can come off brutish and careless, but like his counterparts is actually highly intelligent. He keeps everything with moving parts working properly. From wagons to weapons. Everyone handles their own basic gun maintenance, but any alterations or customization is usually run by him. He’s unafraid to get his hands dirty, by any definition, and so takes on a lot of the work the others might balk at. A social creature at heart, he can often be found in saloons, bars, and inns, and while he might seem to be a drunken layabout, its rare anyone moves through their area that he doesn’t know about. You hear a lot when people think you aren’t listening.  Underfell Papyrus - Spur. Cut throat and ruthless. Or at least, its how he often presents himself. Being around him often feels like being around a sleeping mountain lion. Elegant and dangerous. He can be quite charismatic, and falling into the role of “the gentleman” is easy for him. He draws people in with an easy confidence but it always feels like you’re taking a risk. One wrong move, one poorly chosen word, and its over. He’s damn quick in combat, choosing not to draw things out. Hit them fast, and hit them hard. Put the enemy down as quickly as possible, not out of any dislike of combat, but rather a learned caution.  Underswap Sans - Scout. His name really only partially covers his role. He’s fairly small, and physically and mentally quick. Sneaky and perceptive he can suss out exits/entrances/who’s where when, without ever being noticed. He also makes an excellent “scout” out of the wilds as well. Much like Lief, hes sociable and easy to like, but also quite a bit more manipulative. He resents being considered childish or cute, but knows how to play a role to get what he wants. Many assume because of his smaller stature he’s a stealth combatant, or stay out of fights altogether but Scout is a powerhouse front-liner, never afraid to dive right into the fray. Underswap Papyrus - Piper. You would think with how much he despises liars that he himself wouldn’t be one. You’d be wrong. A smooth talker, this skelle can spin a story like no other. There’s a good reason for any and everything, and hes quick to provide one. His lackadaisical nature makes him easy to underestimate, but he’s got a quick hand a quicker mind. If there’s a chance for the gang to talk their way out of an altercation he’s the one handling the talking. Has a side gig as a writer for several publications. He does mostly fiction, all written under a pseudonym. There’s a “monster only” publication that hes done a good bit of writing for as well, guides and warnings to help others navigate the surface.   Swapfell(Red) Sans - Whip. A master manipulator with a strong understanding of the law. He knows the laws, down to finest detail, not that it usually means much. But on the gang ends up dealing with the courts, and not outright corruption, he’s the one to get them out of it. He can twist anything too his favor, and isn’t afraid to play dirty. He’ll gas-light, triangulate, and manipulate to get his way. While he knows when to take it seriously, he has been known to “play” a bit when fighting. Taunts and tricks are his bread and butter. He’s extremely confident, and has the skills to back it up. Swapfell(Red) Papyrus - Coyote. A hunter by nature and training. He can find damn near any one and anything. Whether this is fresh meat for the camps dinner, or a person of interest needing brought in, or even something someone lost, he’s got it handled. When not working he prefers to stay close to camp or in the wilds. Crowds make him uncomfortable when he doesn’t have his mind set to “work mode”. As a combatant he prefers to stay at the fringe, picking off anyone who thinks they can slip away. Horrortale Sans - Tender/Ten. Minds the camp and animals. Horses, any livestock they may have, even a bit of gardening if they settle for that long. He gathers wild plants as well, though he tries not to wander too far if they're fairly new to an area. His memory isn’t the best these days, but Cook helps him keep track of what still needs done each day. He struggles to sleep at night so usually takes at least a partial watch role, stalking the edges of camp to keep himself alert. Tries to stay out of combat as much as possible, as it is very much a trigger for him, and the only one guaranteed to be safe if he frenzies is his Papyrus. Horrortale Papyrus - Cook. Rarely leaves camp. His appearance is... Jarring to most, and he hates making people uncomfortable. His social nature has been tempered by his past, so he tends to be more cautious than his “classic” counterpart. He does however still enjoy a more quiet social interaction, a light conversation while doing the washing or gentle chatter while he cooks. He handles most of the cooking for the camp. A few of the others enjoy jumping in when they get a chance, but are often busy with other their tasks, leaving the bulk of the work to him. It took him awhile but he’s gotten comfortable with handling meat again, so long as he butchers it himself. There’s a sense of discomfort that lurks in the back of his mind, but he can push through it so long as he has certainty exactly what meat it is and where it came from.

Swapfell(Purple) Sans - Doc. An absolute control freak. Took a bit for him to accept that, no, hes not the head honcho here. Once he settled though he found himself easily sliding into something of almost administrative role. He keeps track of the camps supplies, who has what, who needs what, what needs doing. While he may not make the orders, he sees to it that they get done. He’s also the primary healer of the gang, although most try to avoid needing it as his rants are near legendary. Swapfell(Purple) Papyrus - Flint. Finds most of the jobs for the gang. He always keeps a metaphorical eye and ear out for ways to make more money. Is also a cutthroat loan shark. Knows how to navigate the underbelly of society and a master of playing people against each other. While he’s certainly more than competent in a fight, don’t be surprised if he didn’t poison everyone at the poker game before hand to get that leg up. His movements are always economical and every attack carefully calculated to do the most damage with the least effort. Fellswap Gold Sans - Haze. Is rarely seen with the gang. He handles the gentry side of things. Playing politics and working to keep the authorities off the gangs back. Politics and diplomacy are his bread and butter, though it tends to be a darker kind of diplomatic. Threats and blackmail are common, but often unable to be traced back to him. He’s highly intelligent and manipulative, he has something on everyone and knows exactly what to say when. Its often hard to read the true intent of his words on the first pass. Because most people are clueless as to who’s really pulling the strings, he is well loved in high society and moves in important circles. Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Cirrus. Mostly kept out of things. His brother is more than a little overprotective, and prefers to keep him out the fray. He doesn’t mind this much, as he has severe anxiety and is highly introverted. This does mean, however that it is very rare he is recognized. He fades into the background easily making him excellent at stealth work. This often used by him acting as something of a “runner” between his brother and the rest of the gang. He’s also unmatched as a sniper, but it is extremely rare he is ever called on for it, as it is heavily emotionally taxing for him. Underlust Sans - Mab Underlust Papyrus - Calico These two almost always work as a pair. Often posing as prostitutes, they can run several cons this way. Get ‘em drunk and rob ‘em blind is pretty common. They also work well as the “designated distraction”, and its a job they greatly enjoy. They’re both a quick hand with knives and tend to prefer ambush combat.

This got... long. Any thoughts or opinions are welcome. Obviously there’s still a few that need a bit of work. I really hadn’t originally wanted a cast this large but I’m a sucker for Skelles. Its my own fault. A few got names from their roles, but there’s still several I need to work on.

[sleepyfan-blog]

Vows

Fandom: UTMV

characters: Dream sans, Ink Sans, Swap Sans, Underfell Sans, Nightmare sans

pairing: dreammare

word count: 2,185

warnings: unhealthy relationship, forced marriage, cursing

Summary: a ficlet based off of this wonderful picture by @littlepigart

Dream smiles happily up at his other half - as Nightmare was currently sitting up in one of the lower branches of their home. A crown of yellow flowers that he has weaved himself rests crookedly on his head as he didn't want it getting tangled with his circlet "Moonbeam, would you please come down for a minute?" He is holding behind his back a crown of bright purple flowers that remind him of the other, and he wants to give it to Night.

Sure thing, Sunlight." Nightmare murmurs, marking the page of the book he was reading and swinging himself down onto the grassy ground, walking over to him "Did you need something?"

Dream shook his head and responded "Nope! I wanted to give you something, Night!" He holds out the carefully made flower crown for the other to take.

"Aww... Thanks... You know, the mortals give each other gifts like this when they're courting one another... You know that you don't have to do stuff like that... We're always going to be together." The young guardian of negativity pointed out logically.

"I... I know. But I want to marry you when I grow up!" The young positive spirit responded. They had only existed for a brief period, and he loved Nightmare deeply and truly. Dream was also sure that no matter what happened, he would always love Nightmare.

Nightmare went a bright shade of purple and hid his face in his hands after a couple of moments "I... I love you too,  Dream. Once we're of age by Mortal standards, we'll get married alright?"

Dream beamed happily and nodded in response to that, purring contentedly as he hugged his other half. Nightmare hugged him back, smiling warmly and had begun to pet the top of his skull "We'll get married one day, Dream. That's a promise. And I try to keep my promises, especially to you. Do you want to have a big party, like some of the wealthier mortals, have?"

Dream shakes his head "No... I'd rather it be small... Filled only with people who we care about, and who cares for both of us... Maybe at the base of the tree? Wed exchange promises, wearing flower crowns that we've made each other... Maybe even getting rings- or carving or making each other! Maybe in the springtime, when the flowers are blooming and the meadow is really pretty?"

"Oh, that would be nice... Maybe at dusk, or at night, when the stars are out, and the moon is glowing softly?" Nightmare suggested with a small grin, seemingly wanting up further to the idea.

"Yeah! That sounds really nice!" Dream purred, content to cuddle in close with Nightmare. The villagers were celebrating some sort of holiday involving loved ones and family, so Dream had decided to spend the day with Nightlight. Although some of the villagers had seemed kind of disappointed to hear him say that for some reason.

Dream shook himself mentally as he snapped out of that memory - it was one of the memories he had held tight to his soul and treasured, even as any good time with Nightmare had become better sweet at best, as he had woken from a stasis spell and found himself a thousand years in the future, with his other half ruling a large swathe of the multiverse, and their home timeline a decayed, miserable and lifeless wreck. He had spent decades on the run, finding allies and losing some of them just as quickly, fleeing from the dust-hungry tyrant that chased after him, fighting the other only when he absolutely had to, as the power imbalance on raw power alone was laughably terrifying.  Those innocent promise and innocuous plans... He had never expected them to be fulfilled - especially in such a ghoulish caricature.

Nightmare's generals and top people filled most of the neatly arranged rows - but he and his dearest friend sand allies had been captured weeks ago. Nightmare had offered him a choice-

Which had been no true choice at all. Watch as his friends get killed one by one, or marry Nightmare, promising to never again knowingly or willingly work against him ever again, in exchange for the freedom of his friends.  But several of Dream's allies were here - recently captured, but Nightmare had promised that they would be set free and escorted out of Nightmare's territory as soon as the ceremony - and the afterparty - was over... And the worst thing about it was that Dream probably wouldn't have had to be coerced like this, anyways. If Nightmare had just asked to marry him, he might have said yes, as he loves the other even in this awful moment. 

His wedding outfit all black. He was wearing a black button down shirt with a matching colored bow tied around the collar, black slacks and a pair of black socks and black formal shoes. Even the veil he was wearing - thin and see-through as it was, was black. The only bit of color on him was his golden circlet, which rested where it usually did on his head. His eye lights were dimly lit circles, and his expression was a neutrally-resigned expression. Dream could see his captured friends standing on one side, their arms tied behind their back - were they... Were they part of the wedding party? Nightmare's lieutenants were lined up on the opposing side, and everyone looked sharply dressed in all black - hints of gold in his friend's outfits. 

He shut off his eye lights briefly as he heard the wedding march begin to play, and he walked down the carpeted strip of flooring, noting with a silent sigh that there were magical cameras filming this. So this was being broadcasted across Nightmare's domain, was it? Fantastic. Not only were there dozens of Nightmare's minions watching this spectacle go down, thousands if not millions more were seeing this live. He takes careful, measured steps down so as to not trip over his own feet, not wanting to make a fool of himself in front of so many enemies. He takes his place next to and slightly behind Nightmare, looking at the Angelfell Sans who has been conscripted to officiate the wedding.

Dream can't really focus on the words that the other is saying - not when Nightmare is so close and he can feel one of the other's tendrils messing with his veil, acutely aware of what is shortly to come and  doing his best to remember his vows, repeating them over and over in his mind.

The ceremony felt like it took forever and also as if it was over in a blink of an eye light as the Angelfell Sans stated "If there is anyone here who has any reason to state why these two shouldn't get married, speak now, or forever hold your peace."

the silence in the room was deafening, and Dream wondered if someone would be foolish enough to speak. From the expressions he could see on Blue's and Ink's faces, they had some choice words. He shook his head minutely at them - catching and keeping eye contact with an openly infuriated Red and Nebula - who looked like he was about to pass out or vomit.

The Angelfell Sans spoke up "You may now speak your vows, and give each other the floral crowns and rings to signify your commitment to one another."

Dream blinked for a moment of confusion, turning as a Havenfell Frisk and a Horrorswap Chara had come up behind them, one holding a pillow with two... Two flower crowns. One made of golden flowers, the other violet that reminded him so much of the flowers he had once given to Nightmare, so long ago- and he recognized the wood that those rings were made from. The sight of both things nearly sent him to his knees, sobbing. 

Nightmare's smirk was broad as he grabbed the violet flowers with surprisingly gentle hands, gesturing for Dream to kneel, which he did so, trembling only a little as he did so "The flower crowns are a tradition of our home timeline, which I know you are aware, but no one else is. I made this crown while thinking of you, my dearly beloved. Long have I yearned for the two of us to become one in this way, and I love you dearly. I give you this crown to symbolize my care for you, and the promise that my love and faithfulness towards you will be as unbroken as an endless circle." Nightmare pauses for dramatic effect as he takes the wooden ring - carved with runes that Dream can only begin to guess their nature of "For a more... Widely accepted vow and symbol: I promise to LOVE and protect you, for better and for worse, as long as we both shall live." He slides the ring on Dream's left finger, as is a tradition for a surprising number of AUs, and helps him up to his feet. Every word of it sounding like cruel mockery in Dream's metaphorical ears. 

Tears shine in his eye sockets as he grabs the golden flowers, the shaking in his hands getting worse. As he had expected, Nightmare does not kneel, forcing Dream to go up on his tiptoes, his arms extending upwards - as Nightmare is over a foot taller than he is and he speaks, praying that his voice doesn't sound as terrified and miserable as it sounds to himself "With this crown... I offer to you my love and fidelity. I will stay by... Your side. Long have I yearned for the two of us to be as one, and I... I love you with all my... With all my heart." Tears threaten to spill down his cheeks, but the lights are bright, everyone is watching and he can feel the cameras glare down at him. He can't slip now - he doesn't know what Nightmare will do if he does. He allows himself a couple of seconds as he grabs the ring, fingers trembling worse now. "I promise to love, honor and obey you, in sickness and in health. I swear to protect and care for you and those whom you care for... For as long... As long as both of us will live."

Both he and Nightmare say at the same time, and Dream feels the magic bind him to his word, the ring tightening a little on his finger "So mote it be, from this moment to the end of the multiverse." he feels his magic and Nightmare's flare for a moment.

There is a pause and the Angelfell Sans states "You may now kiss your spouse."

Nightmare does not hesitate to scoop him up with a tendril around the waist, bringing hip up and closer still, so that the two of them can kiss. Dream distantly hears a whimper. He's not sure if he is the one who's whimpering, or if one of his friends is. There is a lot of clapping and shouted congratulations to Nightmare. Dream feels dizzy and unsure as he is whisked off to the afterparty, held firmly in Nightmare's tentacles. They go through the traditional dances together before he is introduced to every unfamiliar face who had been invited by Nightmare to the wedding. Name sand faces blended together in his mind, and the small, fake smile on his face that he uses, and the false-cheer in his voice breaking his own soul piece by piece. His friends have been corralled in a corner by Nightmare's lieutenants, and the party goes very well.

Once all but the wedding party have left, hours upon hours later, Dream sort of collapses into Nightmare, and murmurs quietly "You... You promised. Please? Please... Nightmare please!"

"What? What did that fucker promise in return for this farce?!" Blue hisses, struggling a little in his restraints. 

"Dream and I have promised each other that we would wed centuries ago. Long before your timeline was barely a thought in a creator's wild fever dreams." Nightmare snapped, glaring a little at Red "But as agreed, once the wedding was over, I would send your friends home." With a wave of his hand,  Ink, Blue, Red, Outer, and Comic are unbound and fall through separate portals into different timelines. Surprise, horror, and shock are on their faces as they tumble and fall out of sight. "Now, I can tell that you are tired from the day's events... As am I - let us be off and rest together in our marriage bed." Nightmare purred, his tendrils wrapping more firmly around Dream as he teleported off to the castle - using a portal as he had not used the timeline his main base was in for them to wed.

A wave of exhaustion crashes through Dream and he nods, the low positivity of this new timeline not helping anything whatsoever "As... As you wish... Husband..." A single tear runs down his face as his eye lights fade out as Dream slips from consciousness. he has no idea what his future will hold, and he is terrified at the prospect of what is to come.

[undertaleheadcannonsfromagremlin]

How would ut bros, us bros, uf sans, and maybe dream react to a s/o who's cat recently past away? I just recently lost my cat Softy. At first I was kinda numb, but later on that night it finally caught up with me she was gone and I broke down crying... I really love your writing, so I thought maybe this could cheer me up.

Fam, if you ever need to talk about what had happened, I’m here, boo, I know what you’re going through. I was the same when Chewbacca had died, along with her brother Spot, so I know how you feel, hun. 

Sans (Undertale Sans)- Comfort food, very cozy blankets, and cuddling on the couch while looking at pictures of his s/o’s recently departed pet is how he’ll spend time with them when they’re grieving. He’ll ask them to tell him some funny stories that about their cat, mainly to help them reminisce and remember all the wonderful times with their precious pet. 

Papyrus (Undertale Papyrus)- He’s crying just as hard as his s/o, he loved that little fluff so much, he can’t even believe that the small animal had been taken from them so fast! He misses the little creature, but right now, he’s focused on his s/o, and helping them through this lost. He’d share some of his goofy experiences with the little cat, which would bring a laugh from him at much of the sillier experiences. He had bonded with his s/o’s cat, and he can’t imagine what type of heartbreak they are feeling. 

Blue (Underswap Sans)- He’s just as sad! Like, he’s going to stay strong for his s/o, obviously, but he might cry out of sight, because darn it, that little fluffy cat was s cuddly, and adorable, and was so loving towards him and his s/o, he misses the little creature already. He will remind his s/o that they gave their cat such a wonderful life, with such a loving human as an owner. He’ll remind them that they had done such a wonderful thing for their cat. 

Stretch (Underswap Papyrus)- He’s mournful of the lost, he genuinely feels bad for his s/o losing a pet that had loved and helped them through tough times, and he knows that there is no replacing their beloved pet. He softly rubbing their back, and giving them comfort food, he may or may not give them a few days to grieve by themselves if they prefer to not be seen in their time of sadness. His s/o can talk to him, if they want and need to. 

Red (Underfell Sans)- He’s going to be scowling lightly at the lost of the cat, he’s sad, yes, but that little bastard wasn’t supposed to die so soon. He’s fuming that the little cat had died, he expected more time with the cat, and not only that, but the loss is absolutely crushing his s/o. He hated seeing his s/o so sad. He misses the cat, but his sadness is replaced by anger at the lost, anger at himself for not paying attention to it more often, for not getting more pictures of it with his s/o- he’s full of regret for not capturing the memories with it. 

Dream- He’s going to gently rub their back, holding them close, he knows how much they loved and cherished their furry pal, their precious little cat, he adored their little cat as well. It’s hard to even think that its gone, that it had passed so sudden. He’ll give his s/o a gift, a little scrapbook, with all the pictures of the cat in it, so they have something cherish the memories that the cat had given them. He’s going to help them in the grieving department, he won’t let them grieve alone in their time of need. 

Bonus: Boss (Underfell Papyrus)- He’ll hold his s/o close, he wouldn’t even wish the death of a cherished pet on his worst enemy. Doomfanger might even cuddle against his s/o, to give them some comfort as well. The two will be their for them, in their time of grieving. 

Say this in my ask box, and had moved it up on my ask priorities, because I know how it feels to lose a beloved pet. And anyway I can make you feel better, anon, I’ll try, boo. I’m sure your cat was a lovely, beautiful fluff. I’m not going to queue this, but post it immediately as soon as I finish this. I’m sorry for your lost, hun.