#undertale anti harem

[savi-our]

Anti-Harem with OP Mage MC pt. 2

Right so... this is longer than i intended and more detailed than intended, i humbly ask for your forgiveness for this reading more like a fanfic one-shot 😭 Theres just so much you can do with this idea and i wanted to do the SF brothers justice, this is less anti-harem centric and more daily life of MC centric so do what you will with it - id love to hear some thoughts on this though, im genuinely considering writing a full blown fic abt this prompt and writing out ideas here helps convince me. Also watch me turn SF Sans into a closeted fangirl in real-time bc i CAN and i WISH TO and i WILL... tee hee 😍 HT for next part maybe? idk hdafejkkl

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Months passed since the new recruit arrived, and you had spent most of those months avoiding the household all together, not that any of them were in any hurry to seek you out. Actually - apart from passing glares and avoidant glances the skeletons had seemed to avoid you all together now, and it didn't take you long to realize that it was the newbies doing. It seems the brothers had already begun to switch all their official mage dealings with the newbie, and you overheard them one night speaking of how nice it'll be once you were gone. It hit you hard, the unbridled JOY that came from those words. The first smile in months had graced your expression, this annoying assignment would be done soon, and you didn't even have to look for a replacement. Of course there was a technical issue there, the recruit was weak, you doubted they could handle the responsibility, but you'd be damned if you had to be reassigned to the brothers again due to their own poor judgement. You set up barrier upon barrier on the furthest borders of the property, weaving old and powerful magic unseen by the untrained eye, as invisible as a spider thread in the deep dark of night.

The day came sooner than anticipated, a sunny morning wrapped in late spring dew when an official courier brought you the sealed reassignment papers, you wasted very little time. There were no goodbyes, nobody to see you off, no see you laters. You just packed your bags and left, deciding to celebrate your release from this mock hell with a feast of your own making. 

Days passed easily after that, your new assignment had been similar in that you were still expected to deal with monsterkind. As the official top ranking mage you were expected to oversee the immigration process of the newer species - finding them homes and determining the new borders, on paper that is - in actuality you were there in case it all went to shit. You were there to evaluate how big of a threat these newcomers were, and if all of it went down the drain, expectation fell to you to play both judge and executioner. It was all a terrible diplomatic hassle, endless meetings with diplomats and officials from both sides, meetings with the kings and queens, correspondence between the Archmage and the people on the ground, endless evaluations and negotiations. Where they lived, were they safe, were they able to integrate, political and financial concerns, provisions and temporary shelters were now your everyday cause for headache. It was there you met a pair of somewhat similar faces.

 Black and Mutt were skeletons, and that fact had not given you the best first impression - unbecoming of you perhaps, to judge a book by its cover, but months of threats and insults could change even the most unbiased of people. The two were a tad different from the others however, something you found curious if not a bit strange, they were… respectful, if not a bit stiff. Charged as part of the Royal Guard - they worked closely with the rulers of Mtt. Ebbot, so you saw them often escorting officials to and from meetings. You had no reason to approach them, coming from the other side as you were, you technically outranked them quite a bit in the merging hierarchy, but it was one stormy night that made you all grow quite a bit closer in an alarmingly short period of time.

A pack of fiends had snuck their way into one of the lesser guarded shelters outside of Mtt. Ebbott, cunning creatures that fed off of magic. They were hardly a threat alone, even an apprentice mage could take on two by themself - unfortunately due to that fact they tended to gather in numbers, the recorded largest amount was around forty if you remembered right, this however, this was beyond your imagination.

You should have predicted it,it was your miss, your meager miscalculation, of course they would be drawn here, a cave sealed off for centuries, brewing magic for centuries, a breeding ground for anything magic, broken for the first time in centuries. You responded quickly, but by the time you got there it was already chaos, the loud thrum of magic permeated the air and both monsters and humans were rushed off of the scene, the ground was bloodied, a sign that you were already late. You assessed the scene as you rushed past the terrified civilians, you would need to clean it up quickly. 

The resisting force had taken damage but they were holding, human and monster guards stationed at the furthest gate fighting off the onslaught of fangs and burning eyes. You took notice of the two skeletons fighting beyond the gate, they worked well together, soldiers of significant skill - you sped past them, an order to pull back immediately flew past your lips and you moved further into the swarm, Black had called after you but you tuned it out, as daunting as the situation seemed it was still below your paygrade.

It was a single spell, a light that lit up the sky, a deafening bang that rattled the ground and the job was done. Your hands stung from the forced speed of the cast, but you remained unscathed as you stood among the scattered ashes, burning flesh permeated the air. You sighed, the ever present mountain of paperwork on your desk was bound to double in size.

It was all damage control after that, rushed orders to your subordinates and rebinding of the barriers, but when you stepped past the gate once again to scout out the surrounding for any remaining threats is when the two skeleton guards approached you, they demanded to go with you- well the shorter one did anyway, it made your brows raise - there weren't many people left in the world that demanded things from you. You looked them both over, amusement in your eyes, and agreed, a challenge to keep up on your tongue.

After that things had slightly shifted, the skeletons greeted you upon meeting, saluted you upon leaving, you began to notice more monsters approach you with official papers or directives, it was an odd thing, mainly because you reflected on how joined it seemed all of a sudden. Before the attack you were mostly responsible for the human mages and soldiers on base, now it seemed your responsibilities grew their own legs and danced around the monsters as well. You saw more of the skeletons, Black in particular seemed curious, even though he never admitted it or outwardly showed it, it was subtle but you noticed, he often joined you for your nightly rounds even when not required to, it was a bit awkward at first, silent patrolling of the grounds, you had nothing to really speak about, and it seemed neither did he. You could not for the life of you figure out why he took such a sudden interest in your company but you also were curious how long he would keep it up, besides, having him accompany you seemed to put the other monsters at ease.It was on one of those rounds when you finally addressed him, he seemed surprised that you had, shoulders stiff, back straight as he looked at you with wide eyes.

“Don't you have more important things to do?” You asked, the question seemed harsh, but its harshness dissipated by the lightness of your tone, echoed by the stone hall in the moonlit night. He had opened his mouth but it was a moment before he responded, seemingly not expecting conversation, he turned away clearing his throat as he set himself to rights.

“OF COURSE NOT, THE SECURITY OF THESE GROUNDS IS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE. CONSIDERING THE DISASTER FROM TWO WEEKS AGO ITS MORE EFFICIENT TO DO IT MYSELF.” 

You hummed, continuing to walk, listening to the sharp sound of his footfalls a step behind you.

“Would it not be better to split up then?” You asked, your tone still light, your eyes observing him with a knowing glint.

“W-WELL YES, BUT FOUR EYES ARE BETTER THAN ONE, AND IT WILL SAVE TIME IF WE DO SPOT SOMETHING AND NEED A MESSENGER.”

And your guess proved right, his reasoning was weak at best, there was no need for both of you to do rounds together - you could clock a threat miles away even in the pitch black, and you knew for a fact that Black could handle himself well enough, and yet he seemed to want to be in your shadow all the same, you chuckled, but did not voice your thoughts. 

Your relationship seemed to steadily improve after that, every now and again you would walk the shelter grounds together, and every now and again you'd exchange conversation albeit a short one, but it beat the awkward silence that was there in the beginning.

Mutt was different, he didn't seem to hold as much intrigue towards you as his brother, he was more so there by default as he seemed to almost always stay by his brother's side, in fact the only time you saw either of them apart was when Black joined you in securing the premises. The taller brother was an enigma, you had not heard him speak once since your assignment, a part of you wondered if he even could. But he didn't seem outwardly volatile either, more so apathetic towards the goings on around him. That opinion switched one busy day where a scheduling error had made the three of you take an overnight shift guarding a group of pompous diplomats. It was a nightmare, twelve straight hours of listening to empty boasts and endless rants about the economy, even you had begun to space out, this was probably worse than those month long scouting missions in Siberia you were forced into back in training.

 You noticed the brothers were reaching their limit as well, you worried Black would leave indents in his skull with the force he was gritting his teeth and you were sure Mutt was half asleep as he wobbled on his feet, skull falling every odd minute or so. 

It was a couple hours later when you found out you were scheduled for two more babysitting sessions except they were both at the same time, and both had human and monster envoys, Black seemed to mirror your frustration as you checked and rechecked the schedule. 

One way or another you had organized a lower ranking mage qualified for escort duty to take your place for one of them, and Black had given his brother the order to attend the same one as you as he himself took the other, rushed words of “IT’LL BE QUICKER IF EACH OF US TAKES ONE.” after which you parted, the vote of confidence made you chuckle.

It was another four hours when you wondered if Mutt had passed away standing on his feet, he hadnt moved in a good hour or two, and skeletons didn't need to breathe so he remained deathly still. He stood behind the officials chair like a statue carved from marble, quite an unsettling sight considering the early hours of the morning and the sharp looming shadows casting off of him. The human envoys seemed to agree with you, considering the nervous glances being cast his way amidst the conversation, and you couldn't help but find the situation amusing. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep or the frustrations of your job but you decided to hurry the meeting along with a mischievous play of magic, lest you join Mutt in his nap. A moving shadow here, the caw of a crow there and what do you know, suddenly all business has been magically taken care of.

You had woken the looming skeleton with the good news and watched as he attempted to stifle a yawn, he had checked his phone and noted that his brother had not been graced with the same fortune as you. You had asked if he would wait - a nod, you offered your office - a moment of silence, but after a while, another nod.

It was another hour at your desk, finishing up some paperwork when you heard gentle snoring on your office couch, a comfy thing that had served you many times for a bed in the days where your job kept you from home, the sound made you blink slowly to the skeleton that occupied it.

Your own exhaustion made you zone out in thought, the sight had an enviable peacefulness to it, it's perhaps why you didn't notice the phone that fell with a quiet thump out of Mutts pocket. It vibrated, once, twice, then for a third time, screen lighting up repeatedly. You rose from your seat, bones popping as you sighed and made your way over, if it was Black then it was probably asking where Mutt was, you should wake him.

Is what you thought anyway, what ended up happening was you being trapped in an iron grip stuck to a dead asleep skeleton. It happened so quickly and out of nowhere that you didn't even have time to process it, the long hours awake didn't help either. One second you're reaching for his shoulder and the next you're halfway on top of said skeleton, limbs wound around limbs. You blanked, what even was this situation, you never took Mutt for a cuddler, his grip is crushing, impressive for someone with no muscle, wait hold on.

You attempted to pull away, but the answering growl and tightening hold let you know that the skeleton didn't agree with that choice of options, subconsciously or not. Waking him up seemed a thing that you should do, but the option flew right out of the door once you thought about how this would all register with him once he woke up, it was embarrassing really. You attempted once again to move off of him but he turned, and dragged you along with him further into the couch. Ah, you had made it worse. Couch cushions pressed in your back and a very large and a very asleep skeleton pressing you into his ribcage, it seems he intended to keep you for a body pillow, now what.

The door slammed open and you blanked once again, this was a nightmare, you prayed it wasn't some disgruntled diplomat come to complain to you about something. You attempted to lift your head to see but the grip on you made your back pop and you groaned, breath knocked out of you.

“MUTT! WHAT IN TORIEL'S NAME ARE YOU DOING GET OFF THIS INSTANT!! NOW YOU DOG! OFF!” The yelling was familiar and for a second you felt relief, and then dread all over again as vertigo hit you. In his panic he had rolled, rolled right off the couch and onto the cold hard ground and had taken you with him. You groaned again as you attempted to get your bearings, lifting your gaze only to be met with bright purple, you blinked and watched as slowly but surely confusion turned into realization and then straight into horror, the brightness of the flush on Mutt’s face was there for half a second before he was gone, disappearing into thin air. 

It took you a while to process the whole thing , even longer to reassure Black that it was an accident on his brother's part and that you were partly to blame for the situation as well. By the end of it all it was safe to say that you were exhausted, so you had locked up and went home, it was the morning after that you noticed that the lanky skeletons phone was still innocently laid on your carpet. You snorted, wondering whether or not the silent guard dog would come knocking on your door before late, or if it would be his ever principled brother in his stead.

[alex-wolfdragon]

Another Undertale anti-skeleharem idea thanks to my mind poorly attempting to figure out dialogue for my tik tok vids.

So, something I've seen fluctuating with popularity in the skeleharem fics is the isekai into Undertale trope. So, imagine that two friends, one completely familiar with Undertale and especially the skeleharem fandom (though he'll be attracted to a different group in the fic), and one with very little knowledge about the game thanks to the friend, get transmigrated to Undertale.

This is obviously a dream come true for Friend while OC is just there for the ride. As they get settled, some things happen that make Friend realize that maybe they're not in the best situation while OC is struggling to understand the dangers.

First, they're both Mages. Which was cool; until Friend realized ABO Dynamics apply for Mages and Monsters, and not the flexible kind he'd prefer. He's quick to find out their alignments; Friend's being Alpha (a relief to him), and OC's being Omega (something Friend immediately panicked over while she watched with confusion).

Second, they live in a monster neighborhood. Preferable, since there were a lot of hate crimes being committed against Mages as much as against Monsters. However, one of their neighbors are the skeletons. Which wouldn't be so bad, if Friend hadn't been given a dose of reality that a good portion had darker morals and were really manipulative. Granted, he had no idea if any of them had changed or were different from their depictions, but he didn't want to risk catching their attention regardless. Which is why, when he kept catching a few of them talking or interacting with OC, he always freaked and was protective and stuff. Making her confused and the skeletons feel all types of ways.

Third, and perhaps the worst, is that most of the skeletons have a couple girlfriends. This wouldn't really be a problem, if Friend didn't realize that they're the anti-harem toxic type girlfriends. And when he does, he tries to warn OC to stay away from the guys, but she doesn't understand why. Mainly because she's currently not interested and because the skeletons are approaching her, not the other way around.

Don't worry. OC wouldn't be a meek or shy or defenseless type despite being an Omega. She's just kinda blind to the dangers that a seasoned fan of Undertale would be familiar with. Friend would probably end up with a different character because although he read a bunch of skeleharem, he also felt more attracted to Grillby, Mettaton, and Napstablook. So he's more likely to end up with one of them if not all of them.

[osleeplessflowero]

Fics Masterpost! {Updated Gradually as I reupload the Chapters}

I've been posting these fics on Ao3 (and will be providing links to them here), but now I think it's time to post them on Tumblr too. I'd absolutely love to talk to people here about them!!

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Consequences

Consequences is a fic based around the stereotypical Undertale Anti-Harem fic formula. You move in with an old friend, the old friend sucks and is probably evil and/or abusive, they manipulate their partners and turn them against you until you can prove them wrong and show them who you really are. (With a few exceptions, some like you from the start!) 

This fic in particular puts a bit of a different spin on the trope, instead focusing on a timeline..Where Reader dies?! And one of the skeletons dies too! Magic is at play here..and now that Michelle(this fic's Rival) has committed one of the ultimate sins..it's only natural to get revenge.

AO3 Link

Chapters

🔪Prologue: Murders Most Foul(This was originally a standalone oneshot, but since it was so well liked I made it into a full fic!)

[later chapters to be uploaded, already up on Ao3]

L.O.VE And Justice

I'm a huge fan of Magical Girl tropes since I grew up with Sailor Moon. Heroines transforming into pretty costumes and fighting against all sorts of evils in the pursuit of Justice! Such an amazing concept. Especially when the genre is turned on its head (like in Madoka Magica, another great series).

And so I came up with an idea of a Gender Neutral Magical Guardian reader with a very fitting Justice Soul, only instead of being a highschooler or younger..they're a fully grown adult that hasn't had their chance to fully shine yet. At least..not until some all-too-familiar skeletons come crashing down into their timeline..and with them comes plenty of trouble for them to deal with.

AO3 Link

Chapters:

💛One: Nice To Meet You 💛Two: Well..This Is A Problem 💛Three: Skeleton In Your..House.

[spookitordukeit]

Auugghhhhrraaaa

I’m super tired from my crazy ass work schedule, and drawing takes less mental energy than writing, (for me) so I figured I’d try and be at least a little productive 🤷

Behold: the boys in Dykwyk?

This is a post neutral-run cast, so they’re all a little worse for wear :[ they will get better!!

I also thought it’d be cute to write their names in what I think their handwriting might look like :3

Blue and Star are trying their best to hold it together after their near death experiences and the whole multiverse thing.

Stretch can’t the resets are over, and his paranoia is shot into hyperdrive because Oh Shit The Resets Are Over—

Comet is trying and failing to seem completely calm and not at all freaked out by this entire situation

Sparrow is just glad to finally be on the surface and no longer have to commit violence

Bear is Fucking Panicked because suddenly everything is different and he’s not allowed to commit violence

Grim is shut down completely into Guard Dog Mode and his resting bitch face has never been stronger

Black and Edge regard everything as a threat, are very irritated that their ranks no longer means anything in this universe

Red is internally losing his shit and is just wishing a motherfucker would try him—

[battlemaiden13]

I've had this anti-harem idea sitting in my brain for the past two weeks so I'm releasing it to you and the wild. It's the typical "reader lives in big house with skeletons and their bitch GF that they share" but the reader is a very powerful mage. The reader has used their magic fortified their room so none of the skeletons can teleport into it.

Oooo nice. I feel like this added layer of MC being a mage could really amp up the skeletons hating her. Like of course they do mages fucked over monsters and the bitchy girlfriend could totally use this to her advantage. “She must have put a curse on me” OH and the reason MC is living with the skeletons and has to stay there (so they can’t just kick her out) is like a government thing. All large areas or residence of monsters must have an accompanying mage to assure the safety of both humans and monsters or some BS. So the skeletons nor MC want to be there but neither have a choice. 

Depending on what skeletons you pick for this would also depend on how pissy they are about the teleporting thing. I sort of headcanon that Orange can pick locks so regardless of the magic one day MC finds him lounging in her room being in a right mood cause something happened with Blue. 

This is a neat idea, the more I think about it the more cool shit you could put in.

[carangel]

Kicking my feet sobbing

My friend showed me this REALLY angst cheating fic awhile back with Red and him leaving you for his soulmate and I remember it out of NO WHERE.

Just-

Give me an antiharem fic:

Where after Red leaves you for his soulmate you pick ur sorry ass up and MOVE ON.

Continue life like he didn’t waste 3-5 yrs of a relationship cause his soul said ‘Ur comin home with me’ to another girl.

But you’re still friends with his brother because Papyrus supremacy

This is where the anti comes in

Shit goes down and Red brings a bunch of the aus to HIS place- same shit with my soulmate is ur soulmate cause same person different au.

But Red is not HAPPY, ofc his soul is full, he’s with his soulmate

But just because his soul is fulfilled emotionally doesn’t mean he’s happy EMOTIONALLY

She just doesn’t hit the spot like u do bbgrill

N maybe after bringing all the aus in and him seeing how unsupportive the girl is that’s when he realizes it

QUE YOU STUMBLING ONTO THE SCENE

You literally just living ur life stumbling onto all the skelles at random times

Maybe Blu at the farmers market

Black at the mall

Papyrus in the foodstore

And Rus in an arcade

WHO CARES UR BACK BB

And Red don’t know shit until the skelles are like ‘oh u should come to dinner’

AND YOU SHOW UP

Edge and Red being shocked cause they didn’t know that you were the person everyone was talking to

PERSONALITIES ARE NIGHT AND DAY BETWEEN YOU AND THE GIRL RED LEFT YOU FOR

And yk what- that’s not a bad thing

It’s not like the girl is a bad person

The whole point of all this is to show that Red, lost someone good for him

Someone who would be there for him through thick and thin and is willing to go through his bullshit because he was there for them

Some people aren’t willing to go through that and slay, cause place ur boundaries

But you were that person who was willing to go the extra mile and beyond

And he would slowly start to realize that again after everyone else brought you back in the foreground of his life

End game doesn’t have to be with you getting with everyone or getting back with Red

I just want him to feel shit cause the way he left the reader was so SAD it made me ANGRY

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[serxinns]

does anyone know why the fic white flag was deleted?

there was tjis anti harem fic on a03 called white flag by thegremlindiaries and I was wondering what happened to it since it got deleted and especially if the author is ok?

[mirramirra05]

Just a quick question and if you can help PLEASE tell me if you know the title of this fanfic I read on AO3. So it's a undertale anti harem fic where the main character is isaki into the world and just WRECKS the main antagonist little world but calling her out then leaving and starting a somehow successful bakery not even days later and the main lodge has like others go after her.

Im trying to find it gain cause I'm reading anti harm fics again and I was

[yonavonn]

PLEASE HELP I CANT FIND THIS FIC

I’ve been trying to find this specific undertale sans x reader ( papyrus x reader too? ) with like multiple alternate universes of them there too, and it’s like an anti harem fic?? Definitely on ao3

What I remember is that the reader gets a panic attack after sans confronting them??? And sans finds out apparently the readers soul is like a rainbow or like multicolored and it’s very beautiful, right? Idk I vaaaaguely remember this part

And then like sans realizes they’ve all been wronged so he gets mad and everyone has a family meeting blah blah blah, their girlfriend comes home and they’re like show us your soul and like with no options left she does that and boom her soul is hideous af

And then after some the horror bros????? Come???? And they’re like omg reader has great soul we must protect!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEAAASE SOMEONE HELP ME I NEED CLEARANCE AND ITS MAKING ME CRAZY

[savi-our]

Anti-Harem Undertale Fic Idea with OP Mage Reader

So i was sorta just going down a rabbit hole of anti harem fics and one thing came to another and i just started rambling in docs. This is a random revival post but i just had to put the idea out there 😭 I might do a part 2 if it tickles enough people lol

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

You were a mage, scratch that, you were THE mage. A blood bred and soul bound mage at the pinnacle of power. You were a starved and power hungry creature that had done anything and everything in your study of magic. It had gotten you far, much farther than anyone dared admit, and it wasn't an overestimation to say that you had climbed the highest in pursuit of your ever indulgent search.

Your reputation was dirty however, many knew you for the horrors you had summoned, for the debts you had incurred from primordial things deep in the shadows, hushed whispers followed wherever you went and you knew that whilst most were things born from fear induced imaginations of fanatics and cultists, the rumors were stemmed from half truths. Your involvement in anything was a grim omen, your standing in the mage circle was unquestioned, and you were far too intelligent to let scheming old men become your downfall. 

But at the same time, you didn't care all that much about any of it, you held no real affection for other mages, they were dull and far too concerned with bloodlines and traditions to rise to any heights, their arrogance annoyed you and so you reduced your expectations accordingly. However it seems the institution that was responsible for you had other plans.

When monsters appeared you were curious, removed from the world for centuries they were bound to hold new secrets, new curious things to explore. But what you didn't expect was being forced to babysit a gaggle of skeletons who seemed to hate your guts.

You couldn't fathom why it had to be you, you were THE top ranking mage, there was no question, so why were you placed on house arrest and doomed to listen to abuse from the undead band of miscreants you couldnt understand, it baffled you.

Sans was untrusting from the moment he put his eyes on you, his face scrunched in a grim line, he didn't like you, he didn't trust you, you suspect because you were a mage. He often tried to peek into your soul, but you hid it well, a practice you learned with your dealings with infernal devils from down under. That fact put him on edge, you could tell. His conversations with you were curt and short, and he did his best to keep you removed from his mock family and especially his brother. Several times he had threatened you with a bad time in the darker corners of the house, his threats seemed genuine.

Papyrus was an anxious mess, his hands always twisted around one another in your presence, he put on a placating expression whenever you had business with him, but you could tell he was unnerved by you. It didn't surprise you considering he was associated with the embassy, the officials there often warned him of the grim omen, the horrors of maddened mages. His anxiety made you huff more than once, and his respondent flinch was a disturbing reality check every time.

Red was a defensive and rabid dog as far as you could tell. He didn't cut back on his insults towards you, and his disdain for you begged no question. He would throw you disgusted glares whenever he was sober enough to keep his mouth shut and when the bottle found him it was nothing but slurs and mockery, he would often pick a fight with you knowing full well you could not lay a hand on him considering your assignment. 

His brother was worse, a calculated cruelness to his every word. He was smart in his insults, cold and scalding at the same time. He spat his insults with an undisguised venom and often he blamed you for every little thing that was wrong with the world. You were the devil itself, he was convinced of it. Whenever anything went wrong he blamed you, every word you said he took out of context, every insecurity you may have still held onto was exploited and made a mockery of. There were times when you felt yourself almost break your oaths and promises to guard them with your life, Edge held that much power over your breaking anger. He was good at hating, great at his unquestioned disdain for you.

Blue was a silent threat if you've ever seen one, a masked harpy. He wore innocence like a well placed mold. He was one of the only ones that would talk to you purely with the intention of finding what makes you tick. He was smart, you could tell, so he never really picked a fight, but he often insinuated things, twisted your words in the worst of ways. Your deeds and words became misconstrued and dissected as he mocked you with a toxic sweetness all with a question on those faux innocent eyes. 

Stretch was harder to decipher. He was similar to Blue in the way he hid his dislike of you, but instead of innocence he wore an air of laid back coldness. He had almost even fooled you with it, but the way his eyes never left you betrayed him. It took you a while to tell the skeleton expressions apart but once you did, it took no time at all to realize he was dissecting your every move, your every gesture and word was put under a weighted scrutiny. He judged you often and readily and you could often feel his gaze on you even while you left the skeletons well alone. He watched your every move, and you never saw Blue alone, Stretch always seemed to back his brother up in his interrogations of you, and not once did he defend you in your arguments with Edge, knowing full well that whatever Edge was accusing you of was a lie.

It was all a bother, a pain in the ass that made you groan and growl at gods that put you under such annoying tasks. Every night you would patrol the entirety of the property, defending it from silent threats in the dead of night, seen by no-one, heard by nothing. You would dissolve human supremacist groups that threatened the brothers with not a word of thanks, you didn't even mention them, their gratitude would mean nothing to you. You spent cold mornings sewing up wounds and washing away bloodstains whilst  the skeletons berated you about killing some innocent litter of pups for pure sick pleasure all the while you thought of ways to silently dispose of the grotesque eldritch beast you sunk in the swamp out of sight of the brothers blinded eyes. You were good at it, removing anything dangerous from the civilians eyes to protect their peace was the core skill of mages. Every day you would be verbally abused, belittled and insulted and all the while you carried on. 

Then one day another mage made contact with the brothers, well, a mage was perhaps not the right word. a recruit? A potential mage early in the making, a cute little thing with a voice drenched in sugar and eyes made of glass. Some new program to introduce recruits to working with monsters. Another responsibility pushed onto you. But of course you could handle it, you were the strongest scariest mage around weren't you? It made you grit your teeth. The brothers didn't seem to realize they were a mage at all, the newbie had stumbled into one of the brothers traps around the property and gotten bloodied in the process, a fact you were somehow blamed for once again. The brothers patched them up, it gave you whiplash, the attitude change was almost enough to make you sick. 

It took no time at all for all of them to warm up to each other, all the while you were stuck slaving away battered and bruised. The newbie was weak and useless in matters anything magic related. They followed you one night out on patrol, it took them 3 minutes to lose you in the fog and slowly but surely you noticed a growing disdain in the recruit as well, a snakelike jealousy even. It was easy even for them to turn the brothers even more against you, all the while getting closer to them. Something to bond over you supposed. It didn't matter, you were tired, far too tired to care anymore. But perhaps this was for the best. The brothers could be assigned a new mage once the recruit program was done, as useless as they were you were more than happy to give up your spot to them just to be done with all of this. It would all be solved once it was done, what could go wrong. It wasn't your problem, not anymore.

[alex-wolfdragon]

In connection to my latest post, here's some more details/scenarios I thought up.

OC: *working on the yard, doing heavy-lifting*

Passing Skeleton: *notices* "Would you like some help?"

OC: "Nah, I'm good." *lifts more than she should logically be able to* "Thanks though."

Skelly: *impressed* "I don't think I've seen you before. Did you move here recently?"

Friend: *notices them talking from upstairs window. Bolts downstairs*

OC: *carrying the stuff without a sweat* "Oh. Yeah, we moved here about... a week ago? I'm-"

Friend: *stands between them, smiling viciously while emitting 'fuck off' hormones* "Hi! Nice to meet you! But as you can see, we're a little busy, so if you'd excuse us! *guides OC away with scolding whispers*

OC: *completely confused but doesn't fight it*

Skelly: *weirdly feels like he's been challenged*

The challenging aspect is the fact that this skelly is an Alpha who just was told, with hormones, to fuck off by another Alpha. So now, as a subconscious effort to return the challenge, he's going to go out of his way to interact with OC whenever given the opportunity, even if Friend is there.

Friend hasn't learned how to add context to his hormones yet, which makes it pretty vague when he accidentally uses them. Which is also why he makes sure OC wears scent blockers at all times. The exception being when she bathes since they stop working when wet.

Which will eventually lead one of the skeletons to accuse Friend of being an abusive partner to OC. To which his eyes will widen and he'll scream, "I'M GAY!!!!"

Also, I like to think that OC, as an Omega, wants to make the home look and feel nice, comfy, hence her working on the yard. Friend, likewise, as an Alpha, wants the home to have security and safety, so he was looking for hazards and where to apply security measures. Hence, checking to make sure the windows lock.

Ironically, all three dynamics have protective instincts. They just operate differently.

Alphas for the pack, those they consider under their protection.

Betas for people, those who they think simply need protection in general.

Omegas for their loved ones, those who they consider family, friends, or love interests. Perhaps the most fierce.

On a final note, these girlfriends the guys have essentially try to keep other potential partners and their friends away because they want the skeletons to only focus on them. They don't hurt the skeletons physically, but they do manipulate those around them to stay the fuck away. They're kinda like yanderes? I dunno how to explain it other than being possessive in a bad way. They only work well together instead of against each other because they were friends before meeting the skeletons.

[osleeplessflowero]

Consequences - Prologue

Murders Most Foul

Thunder roared in the sky above. The stars were covered by the clouds, their light shielded from the area. No light would be cast upon a crime such as this..at least, not yet.

You didn't mean to see what you did.

You should've hidden, should've ran away.. but you didn't.

You went out to see what was going on and you should have turned the other way.. 

But you didn't. 

And that's when it happened. 

.

.

.

It was awful. You heard them talking, no..arguing in her room. She shouted at him, angry about something. You didn't know what, but you what you did know was that he didn't deserve to be treated like this. 

They went outside into the pouring rain. They never do that, it must've gotten serious. You shouldn't interfere. But yet you're bringing yourself to look out anyway.

They're.. fighting each other now. 

"You're so fucking PATHETIC!" She shouts at him, tugging at strands of her hair. "You don't do shit for me, what are you even good for? 'Great Papyrus'? Don't make me laugh." She scoffs at him, watching as he shrinks under her harsh gaze. He holds his arm as he gathers his words, looking from the ground to her.

"You're Saying Things You Don't Mean, Michelle. You're Just Upset Over What Happened With Edge-" He's cut off.

"Don't bring up Edge right now." She glares at him harshly as she warns him, any sign of the woman he'd fallen so heavily for long gone. Rage begins to overtake him. Something he'd always worried about.

"Well It's Quite Difficult Not To When All You've Been Doing Is Sulking And Being An Overall- Dare I Say, BITCH About It To Me And All Of Your Other Partners-" His voice begins to raise before he's cut off.

"PAPYRUS-" She furrows her brows.  "NO," He counters. "I'm SO Tired Of You Silencing Me Every Time I Try To Speak With You. Let Me Talk!" He puts a hand against his ribcage. "I don't care what you have to say." She narrows her eyes at him, the warmth he'd known from them now cold and distant. 

"What's Happened To You, Michelle?.. We All Used To Be So Close But Ever Since You Invited Them To Move In, You've..You've Changed. They Haven't Done Anything Wrong And Here You've Been Trying To Blame Them For Every Possible Mistake- And For Some Reason The Others- Even My Brother Believes You. And I Don't Understand Why." His voice trembles, like he's on the verge of tears. Everything had grown to be so confusing..was it truly wrong of him to want some answers? Some kind of reason for her behavior? 

"You know, Papyrus..People change. Feelings change. I've changed..you have certainly changed. I don't think I like your attitude." She held out her hand, summoning a knife. Her soul shining a dark, dull shade of blue.. its true color, not the one she'd been using her magic to disguise it as for so long. Kindness? Yeah, right. Her soul was one of Deceit.

She knew they'd check her when they met her. So she used her skills as a Mage to her advantage to get what she wanted. And it worked. A perfectly crafted deception to get a small bit closer to her goal. 

"Michelle, Don't Do This," He holds out his hands defensively. "You're Only Making Things Worse."

"The sooner I'm rid of you the sooner I can proceed with my goal..I don't need people defending them." She trails her finger along the outside of the knife, staring him down.

"So You Admit It," His eyelights shrink in realization. "You've Lied About Everything You've Accused Them Of!" His browbones furrow in anger. 

"Of course I did, Papyrus!" She holds out her arms. "I need to look good to everyone..and I can't have anyone ruining my chances." 

"I Won't Fight You, Michelle." He holds out his arms in a defensive position to protect himself. He couldn't bring himself to attack, even if he happens to be angry right now. It isn't right, in his eyes. Even if she happens to have a weapon.

"Oh...that's too bad. I guess you're just going to have to die a weakling then." Her smile drops, eyes widening as she jumps at him.. her blade held high. 

You find yourself running outside, stretching out your hand and reaching for him, before..

SLASH.

His head falls from his shoulders.. his body begins to dust away before your trembling eyes. 

You run over, panicking as you try to keep his body together to no avail. Shifting your focus, you hold out your arms in front of him. Michelle stares you down, her cold eyes all too familiar as she adjusts her grip on her knife. A mocking smile crosses her face as she looks down at you, and you feel a chill go down your spine.

"Oh, look who we have here..An eavesdropper. You've set yourself up for the blame perfectly, haven't you?" She giggles, eyes briefly flashing with her deceptive magic.

"Stop this, stop it!" You cry out, trembling as you hear the rest of his body fall apart. "Papyrus doesn't deserve this, he shouldn't have to suffer for your sick, twisted games!" Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall. Papyrus' skull shifts a little, looking towards you. For a moment, his eyelights seem to flicker. 

She shoves you aside harshly, knocking you onto the cold and wet ground before stepping on his skull with her heel. He winces, browbones now furrowed in sadness..a tired look in his eyesockets.

"Michelle.. For So Long I Wanted To Believe In You. But Now I See..I Never Should Have Tried." His voice is tired, too. Weak, exhausted.

A crack is heard as she continues pushing down on him, a neutral look on her face as she continues to break him.

"NO!" You shout, pushing yourself up to shove her off of him.

"I Formally Apologize..For The Trouble." He smiles apologetically at you, before she manages to crush his skull entirely. And just like that..he was gone.

Rage overtook you. All you could see was red as you fought, long and hard against your opponent..someone who was clearly far stronger and more experienced in combat than you. All you had was a shield, and even then..that wouldn't be enough for this. You both struggle. Fighting against a mage was never a good idea, but this is about Papyrus. 

Papyrus at least tried to see your point of view when he could, and he always wanted to hear your side of the story when she accused you of something. And you were grateful for that, as the others wouldn't give you a passing glance, except for a select few.. 

You weren't about to let his death be in vain. Papyrus didn't deserve any of this, not at all. None of them truly deserved to suffer because of her actions. 

"Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you, Michelle?" You punch her shoulder, knocking her back before she kicks your side.

"What DIDN'T you do? In every single timeline that comes along, you mess up my life!" She shouts back at you, towering over you and aiming a strike, only to miss when you jump out of the way. 

"What? What are you even talking about?!" You're..honestly confused, but don't have a lot of time to think on the topic while dodging rapid attacks from your opponent. 

"Every name change, every story change," She punctuates her words with missed attacks, "Every single time you beat me in this endless game, this endless plot- I'm sick of you! When is it my turn to be happy?" Her voice cracks as tears begin to fall, but you couldn't care less. You don't feel a drop of empathy for her, especially not now. Not after what she's done to you. To everyone.

"You gave up that chance when you hurt these monsters!"

She lets out a laugh, entering a battle stance again. "All I have to do is get rid of you, and everything will go back to the way it's supposed to, just one monster down. I didn't care for him anyway. No one ever reads these stories for Classic Papyrus anyway-"

You charge at her, the two of you tackling each other in the dirt, her trying to stab you and you throwing more punches. You may not have a weapon on you, but what's stopping you from using your fists to beat the hell out of her?

"You don't know what you're talking about, keep his name out of your disgusting MOUTH!"

Tears fall from your eyes. You didn't even know the skeleton monster all that well, but you knew what a kind soul he was. How cheerful and uplifting he was. How he did his best to keep up the brightest smiles so any who looked his way would feel reassured. He was a beacon of light, it always bounced off of him.And now that light has been dimmed by the arrogance of a petty woman who doesn't care about anyone but herself. 

"Look at you, acting all noble.. Spare me the heroics."

You look down..only to see she's pierced her knife right through your chest. Through your SOUL, more importantly. She managed to take advantage of you while you were distracted..of course. She always does. Bright, brilliant shards of green fall everywhere as you glare into her bright blue eyes. 

"You just don't know when to quit, do you?" You speak with venom, watching her narrow her eyes. You cough out blood onto her face, and she shoves you off of her. You land right beside the pile of dust that was Papyrus. 

She walks inside via the basement entrance, cleaning your blood and his dust off of her clothes like it was mere dirt to the best of her ability before putting a robe over them. In your final moments, you surround Papyrus' dust protectively with your body, shielding it so it doesn't wash away with the rain. So at least..he has someone with him in the end. At least you have one another, as your blood pools along the ground.

There's muffled talking inside, they seem happy to see her..completely unaware of the fatal crime she's committed in the darkness. 

You open your eyes, sitting up, looking over at the skeleton beside you, both of you transparent to the eye. ..You're still here. You're dead, but your spirits remain. You hadn't really considered the concept before, but..you're ghosts. This is direct confirmation that ghosts are real. What a hell of a way to find that out..You turn to your companion.

"Papyrus, I'm- ..I'm so sorry. I should have done something, I should've stood up for myself sooner and maybe this all wouldn't have-" He breaks off your shaky crying by raising a hand. 

"You Did What You Could, Human. I..I Don't Know What To Do Now Myself, I..I'm Scared. We're DEAD. What Do We Do From Here?" He looks at his trembling, transparent hands. You narrow your eyes, a cold look entering them as you determine what to do next.

"What we're going to do..is get payback. She deserves to pay for what she has done." You hold out your cold, lifeless hand to him. "And we can ensure that she experiences the consequences of her actions..together."

"You And I..Together?" He holds his hand up, hesitant to take yours. Uncertain.

"Yes. If you're willing to work with me, we can make sure that justice is served." You smile at him, confident in yourself.

"I..I Don't.." He looks back towards the house, thinking of what she's done to him. What she's done to the others. What she's done to his brother. How many people she's hurt. And how many she could continue to..should she go on without being stopped. His browbones furrow, and a determined look enters his eyesockets as he reaches forwards, grabbing your hand with his own.

"Let's Do It Together."

AO3 Link v

[theplutodeity]

I Just Fell in Love With a War [CH-2]

Summary: You go to work, and three of your neighbors manage to follow along.

Notes: N/A WORD COUNT: 6.1K

MAIN PAGE CHAPTER 1 <- OR -> CHAPTER 3

Work was a hassle, getting up was a hassle, getting dressed was a hassle… What the hell isn’t a hassle at this point? The fucking word didn’t even seem real now to you…

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you looked down at your clothes. You owned the bakery, can’t you just… Go in pajamas? 

…No. No you can’t… You cant… If you do, then you’ll look like a homeless person claiming to own a building. Then someone’s going to call the cops or something. You’d rather not deal with that.

So, you quickly got dressed. Grabbing the ‘uniform’ (In your opinion, it’s just bakery appropriate wear.) that only you wore, since you were the only employee at your bakery. You should hire some people soon… 

The clothes you wore was a button-up shirt that had a pure beige colour, with black buttons. Then you put on your black slacks, slipping a black and golden coloured belt through the loops and adjusting it until it fit snugly around your waist. Your apron was at the bakery, so you didn’t have to worry about it. 

You opened your curtains, only to see someone doing the same. You forgot the neighbour’s house had a window to a room right in front of yours. You didn’t expect it to be… Palace? 

Eyes widening, you stared at him. He seemed busy with making sure the curtains were hung to the sides, since you could see him tying something and a bit of the curtain drooping at the top to make a curtain bang type of look on the windows. He was wearing a black t-shirt, from what you could see. It was early in the morning so it made sense if he was still getting ready.

What time do lawyers even go to their job?

It seemed like Palace sensed someone staring because he paused with what he was doing, and snapped his skull towards where your window was. Staring you dead in the eyes, making your heart almost leap out of your mouth. You clutched where your heart was, your eyes widened. His eyes matched yours, as wide as the sun at this point. 

You gave him an awkward wave, to which he furrowed his brows at. Guess he decided he didn’t want sunlight with how quickly he closed the curtains. Yikes. 

Is waving offensive or something..?? Damn. Talk about rude.

You couldn’t blame him to be honest, if you were in his shoes, you’d act the same. 

Dismissing that weird interaction, you went downstairs so you could put your shoes on and then grab a fruit from the fridge. You grabbed a banana because it was the easiest to eat on the go. Like, you wouldn’t choke on it or something. It was too soft. Maybe.

Peeling the banana, you stuffed half of it into your mouth as you fixed your pants to layer over your black shoes. Grabbing your keys and locking your door, you removed the banana from your mouth before it could rip off of itself. 

The banana tasted good. You subtly looked at your neighbour’s house, to see if they were out or not… And by subtle, you snapped your neck towards that area, scanning like you were trying to find a victim to attack. 

Once you saw nobody, you hummed. You didn’t bring your bag with you today since you plan to just quickly work and go home asap. You pocketed your phone and keys, checking your other pocket to see if you had your bus card. Yup. You did. 

You were going on the bus today because you had turned your car in to get fixed yesterday, so public transport was the next best thing. So, you began your journey towards the nearest bus station, which wasn’t too far from your house, a 4 minute walk. 

“I wanted you to know, that i’m ready to go, heartbeat– in a heart beat…” You were muttering lyrics of a song that’s been stuck in your head for ages. Bopping you head to the music in your mind, muttering gibberish as you enjoyed the music in your head. 

As you approached the bus station, you noticed someone tall there. 

Oh. It was Caesie. He seemed to have noticed you as soon as you entered hearing range, his head slowly turning towards where you were. For some reason, his gaze on you felt threatening. Though, nothing about him made it seem like he was going to attack you. 

Looking him over, he had a black shirt on under a black leather jacket, a silver chain and black pants. You look at the sky, then back at him. Isn’t he hot? Matte back usually absorbs the most light out of any other material…

“Aren’t you hot?” You asked immediately, since he wouldn’t look away from you. It’d be awkward if you just walked towards him without speaking and waited for the bus. You hated socialising, but you hated awkward silence even more.

“NO.” Simple and short, you suppose. Clearing your throat, you tried to figure out what to ask, feeling a bit unnerved by his side.

“So.. How are you, Caesie?” Continuing the conversation, your sentence seemed to cause him to choke. On his saliva? While breathing? You didn’t know, but his gaze definitely felt much more threatening now. 

“HOW DARE YOU CALL ME BY THAT NAME.” He seemed pissed. Did you just call him a slur or something??? 

“Isn’t– that your name?? I heard Anaia call you that yesterday so–” “NO. IT’S CAESIUM. CALL ME BY SUCH. NEVER AGAIN DO I WANT TO HEAR THAT NAME COME FROM YOUR MOUTH.” Caesium stated, cutting you off swiftly and looking ahead. Yeah, he was angry with you. Talk about a great few interactions. He seemed so lively talking to Comic and whatever the orange’s name was, so why was he so angry talking to you? Even yesterday he was like that.

“..Sorry, uh… Where are you heading?” You didn’t dare to ask about the vehicle situation, keeping it minimal since he seemed mad enough. He glanced down at you before continuing to stare ahead. You figured you weren’t going to get a response, so you continued the conversation for the two of you. “I’m heading to my bakery, since I work there… And need to get money. And… Yeah.” Caesium suddenly looked over at you, eyeing your outfit before nodding. 

“If you’re not busy, do you want to come see it…?” Fuck. Why are you asking him to come? He already seemed like he was going to bite your head off, was this considered overstepping a boundary? Even Caesium seemed disinterested by your offer, tapping his foot against the floor and keeping his gaze off of you. Lord, let a time traveller come and scoop you up so you can kidnap yourself before you run into this guy. Seriously. How does a single skeleton make you so anxious.

“YES.” What the fuck. You looked up at him, but he didn’t bother looking at you. It seemed like he was already thinking about something.

Fuck all that meditation and yoga classes you took, dude. You’re jumping off a building later.

“Oh. Um. Okay.” You cringed at how rough your tone seemed about him coming, but he didn’t react. So you both just stood in silence, neither of you choosing to sit down like a normal person. Why the hell did he want to come? Why did you ask??

The bus eventually arrived after a few minutes of silence, you were mentally scolding yourself while it arrived, so you hadn’t noticed. When Caesium had cleared his throat, you looked over at him– or where he was supposed to be, noticing him about to step onto the bus. So you rushed behind him, joining him and… Literally no one else on the bus. 

I mean, it made sense. The neighbourhood you lived in mainly had elderly people or people with small families and young kids as it was known to have a more peaceful and less lively place, so most were retired or worked elsewhere. You lived here because you liked your peace and quiet. Throughout your life, you weren’t known to be loud. The only person who knew how loud you were, was yourself. 

Sitting down on a seat at the back, Caesium proceeded to sit as far from you, but in the same row. Guess that ‘Caesie’ thing really added onto his distaste for you. Fair enough. 

You thinned your lips and leaned into your seat, closing your eyes as you let your head fall back onto the wall of the bus. It was about 5:30am, the sun was still rising so it wouldn’t hurt to take a nap. It took about 20 minutes to get near to your bakery anyways. 

While you kept your eyes closed, Caesium took it as an opportunity to observe you. You could also tell… I mean, how can you not feel a gaze as heated as his? It always felt like he was judging you, and you’ve met this guy like, twice. Eventually he looked away and you opened your eyes, letting out a sigh of relief that you could breathe without being judged now.

Caesium glanced at you before looking out the window. 

“So, Caesium…” You began a new conversation, the skeleton not responding. “What do you do for work? I only know that one of your cousins work as a lawyer, and the other is like a music producer– soon to be? Something like that.” He looked over at you once you mentioned his cousins, raising an eyebrow at the choice, but nodding slowly. 

“YES. SLIM IS BECOMING A MUSIC PRODUCER…” He then paused, as if he was trying to remember who was a lawyer, his eye sockets squinting a bit before humming. “PALACE IS A LAWYER. YES. HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS.” Caesium suddenly asked, crossing his arms and moving so his body was facing you while he leaned against the interior of the bus’s wall.

“I… Talked to them..?? I’m not a psychic or something, if thats what you’re asking.” You responded, a bit confused by what he meant but still played along. He furrowed his brows– or where they would be?... Same thing, there’s brows somewhere on that massive skeleton head of his. 

“So… Like. I’m taking you to my bakery, could I please know what the hell you work as? I’d rather not go into my bakery and find out you actually work as a murderer. I’m not ready to die in that place yet.” It didn’t seem like he liked that with how he changed his gaze, yikes. Talk about a guy who can’t take a joke.

“I PLAN TO WORK IN THE POLICE FORCE.” Your eyebrows went flying up in surprise, him? Working with the police??? He seemed like he would be the one police would be chasing. “WHAT? DO YOU THINK A MONSTER CAN’T BE APART OF THE POLICE?” He asked angrily, leaning forward and keeping his arms crossed but a harsher fire in his eyes.

“Alright you’re just putting words in my mouth.” You rolled your eyes, “I never said that. It’s just that you seem like the type that would be the police would be trying to catch.” You explained, this is the second skeleton who’s assumed this, the first to verbally express it too.

“BECAUSE I’M A MONSTER.” He argued back, squinting his eyes as if he was testing you. “Again, I never even said that?!” You matched his intensity, shaking your head and squinting your eyes to emphasise your need for him to shut up about this. He nodded slowly and leaned back, you sighed and turned yourself to face forwards. Looking at the window, you seemed to be close. And honestly, fuck if you wanna be in a bus with this guy. 

Standing up, you pressed the red button to alert the bus driver you wanted to stop here. Caesium noticed you stand up and followed, you forgot he was coming with you… 

Thanking the driver, you quickly hopped out and checked your pockets to see if you dropped anything. Thankfully, nothing was lost yet. So you began walking, letting Caesium walk behin– nevermind, he rushed forward. 

“SO. WHERE IS IT.” He asked impatiently, looking around.

“Hell.” You replied, your mood being a bit off now, I mean, who would be joyous after having someone insist you’re something you’re not? Caesium’s mood also seemed to be a bit off now, great. You honestly hope he trips now, just so you can bolt. He didn’t reply to your sarcasm and just stayed silent. 

Eventually the both of you reached your bakery, you shoved the key inside of the keyhole and entered the shop, letting him in before you went to open the blinds, pulling the chains so they rolled up. 

“This is my shop, what do you think?” You were curious on how he thought about your store, glancing at him as you finished rolling up the curtains. You chose a store that was facing the sun, and adjusted a bit of the windows so when the sun sets or rises, the sunlight hits the window and casts a pretty colour upon the inside of the bakery.

That’s what was happening now. The colours orange and yellow began to turn into a more blue colour, as the sun rose, but it gave the cafe a warm feeling.

When you looked at Caesium, he had an unrecognizable look on his face. You hadn’t known him for long, but you never saw an expression like his. It was a mix of awe and curiosity, but something else too. 

“You good, dude?” You asked, opening the counter’s swinging door and entering the employee’s area. “Do you like it that much?” 

“NO. IT’S JUST HORRENDOUSLY UGLY.” …Okay.

Wow.

Your shock was evident, because when he looked at you, he smiled. 

“Get out.” You sighed, shaking your head. You didn’t need this type of negativity, did someone piss in his drink or something? You went into the back of your bakery, in hopes that Caesium would just waltz out. But to your disappointment, when you had returned, he was still there. This time, he was looking at the empty glass display that normally had pastries in it. It was curved outwards so he could place his gloved hands onto the glass and lean a bit.

You noticed his gloves just now, it’s not even cold, whats the point? You didn’t want to ask though.

“WHERE ARE YOUR EMPLOYEES.” Caesium suddenly asked, normally in a store you would see the employees and, if there’s any, a manager opening up the store. Not the owner of the store. 

“Uhh… Don’t have any?” You replied, spraying the cleaner liquid you grabbed onto a rag and cleaning the counter. Suddenly, a phone began buzzing. You immediately picked yours out of your pocket and checked if someone was calling you, but nobody was. Looking up, Caesium had already fished out his phone from his pocket, accepting the call. He turned towards the left to face away from you and began talking.

“HELLO? WHAT DO YOU NEED?” He asked, however his tone didn’t seem impatient. “WHAT? WHAT DOES HE NEED?! DOESN’T HE HAVE HIS OWN DAMN PHONE– OH? BROKE?? HOW THE FUCK… WHATEVER. GIVE THE PHONE TO HIM.” Nevermind, it was definitely impatient and irritated now.

You watched from behind the counter, he used his hands a lot while on phone. Scrubbing the same spot over and over again, you eavesdropped on his call… Not really, his voice is incredibly loud and you can’t hear anyone else.

“YES. RUS, WHAT DO YOU WANT?” Caesium asked, tapping his foot against the floor. He seemed to be content with talking to the person before Rus, now he seemed normal– fast-paced and rude. Nodding along to whatever was on the phone, he glanced at you.

“NO– PLANS WERE CHANGED. IM AT (NAME)’S BA– WHERE? IT’S– CAN YOU LET ME FINISH!?” He yelled all of a sudden at the phone, causing you to flinch from how random that was. Though, it was easy to assume that Rus was interrupting Caesium with random questions…

“NO– YES IT’S DOWN NEAR THE COMMUNITY MALL, THE LITTLE SHOP CENTRE WITH ALL THOSE THRIFT STORES AND CAFES. NO– NO- YES, NO… YES!! YES THAT ONE. FINALLY– YOU’RE COMING HERE???” As soon as he asked the final question, he pulled the phone away from the side of his skull and look down at his phone, confused. 

“Is everything alright?” You asked, noticing you barely cleaned the counter, you began to wipe around the surface properly. Sometimes, you got too absorbed in listening to other people’s conversations… What can you say? You like drama.

“YES. JUST FINE.” Caesium sarcastically replied, turning his phone’s screen off and placing it back in his pocket. “IT SEEMS LIKE THE VANILLA HERO WANNABE IS COMING OVER.” 

“The– the what?? We have a vigilante??” This immediately threw you off, who the hell is ‘The Vanilla Hero Wannabe’..????

“NO– RUS.” He exasperatedly said Rus’s name, as if it was going to kill him if he said it once more. Now it made more sense… Kind of? Caesium rolled his eyes when it finally registered in your head, opting to take a seat on one of the two seater tables.

“So… Uh. When is he coming?” You were confused, why would Rus want to come anyway? Don’t any of this guys have jobs…??? I mean, Palace obviously does, Slim’s starting his in a few days– a week was it?? Caesium was going to be a police officer… But you had zero clue about anyone else. 

“DON’T ASK ME.” Who the fuck are you supposed to ask then??? Your imaginary friend???

You didn’t speak up though, staying silent and finishing the counter off by starting to wipe down the glass display too. Moving around to go back to the front to wipe it down. 

While cleaning, you glanced behind yourself to see what Caesium was doing, he was looking outside the bakery’s windows from his seat. Maybe he was watching out for Rus? You couldn’t figure him out. He was like a Katy Perry song. He was hot and then cold…?

You went to the back to grab a broom and mop. There was two hours until opening so you could take your time. Finding both tools, you grabbed some soap and water and put into the bucket– midway, the bell to the door rang as someone came in. You dropped everything to check who had the audacity to come into a closed shop so early in the morning.

Surprise, it was Rus! You forgot he existed while you were trying to remember how much soap you put into mop water.

“HELLO CAESIUM!!! HELLO (NAME)!!!!!!! I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WORK AT A BAKERY!!!! WHERE IS THE OTHERS?!” Rus was already energetic, he wore a cropped shirt– his spine visible– paired with those jean shorts again. But this time they were a bit shorter, above his knees and it was ripped a bit on the bottom, a cute look on him. Especially with the… Picture of him? On his shirt? Did he get a custom crop top with his own face??

“Hi Rus! I–” “SHE DOESN’T HAVE EMPLOYEES. SHE’S THE OWNER OF THE SHOP. IT’S DEPRESSING TO SEE SUCH A POOR STORE.” Caesium sighed, obviously attempting to provoke you. He leaned back into his chair, he kind of reminded you of Palace. You knew everyone had a pair, but you didn’t know who was blood-related (bone-marrow related???) to who. You should ask Rus later.

“WHAT!! YOU DON’T?” Rus suddenly asked, shocked by the revelation. 

“Nah. Never needed any, business is slow and…” You trailed off, watching Rus walk towards you with a weird sense of compassion in his eyes. 

“I UNDERSTAND… YOU MUST BE BROKE!!” Rus exclaimed, placing both his hands on each side of your shoulder, shaking your head. You heard a bone slap onto something, glancing behind Rus to see Caesium’s hand over his teeth, closing his eyes… Was he holding his laughter back???

“I’m– I’m not broke??”

“IT’S ALRIGHT. I UNDERSTAND YOU’RE TRYING TO KEEP YOUR DIGNITY IN FRONT OF CAESIUM AND I!! BUT ITS ALRIGHT!!! I WILL ALWAYS HELP A FRIEND IN NEED!” Looking up at him, you were fighting an internal battle. Do you say no to his help, or do you say yes? On one hand; you might hurt his feelings if you say no, on the other hand, you get free help. 

“Okay. If you want to help… Can you mop the floors?” You asked, deciding to just go with it. If someone said you’re broke, then I guess you’re broke now. In response to your request, Rus’s eyes brightened up. He immediately turned around towards Caesium.

“CAESIUM!!! GET UP!” He called, to which the other skeleton gave him a confused look. 

“WHY AM I HELPING?” Caesium replied, crossing his arms. He frowned even harder. If he was a human, he’d have wrinkles from how much he frowns… 

“MY GOODNESS.. (NAME)... HE’S BECOMING LIKE HIS BROTHER… A LAZY BONEHEAD!!” Rus gasped, slapping his boney hands over his teeth as if the situation had shook him to the core. But, thanks to Rus’s immediate taunting, Caesium stood up. Knocking the chair he was sitting down. 

“HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT TO ME!?!? I AM NOT! IN FACT, I’LL CLEAN BETTER THAN YOU! YOU’LL KNEEL DOWN AT MY FEET BECAUSE HOW WELL I’LL CLEAN THAT YOU’LL BEG!  YES, BEG FOR MY ASSISTANCE AGAIN! MWAH HAH HAH!!!” Caesium yelled, immediately stomping over to where you were earlier, behind the counter, after flipping the swinging door open and marching into the back of the bakery.

You heard some stuff being moved around, guess he was trying to find the mop. Looking up at Rus, you raised an eyebrow.

“Was that on purpose?” 

“PURPOSE? WHAT?... NO! OF COURSE NOT, NYEH-HEH-HEH!!” He replied, waving you off with a massive grin on his face. It was definitely on purpose. He seemed to have a brighter attitude when he was out of the house from what you saw last time, it was a bit odd, but you suppose everyone had bad days at home.

“Whatever you say…” You played along, a smile on your own face. “Could you set the mats and seasonings onto the table?” At your request, he seemed a bit confused.

“I THOUGHT THIS WAS A BAKERY, THOUGH?” He asked, only noticing how odd the tables and chairs seemed now. 

“It is, but we have some items that allow people to sit and eat– like a cafe I suppose… Do I even run a real bakery..??? What..” You trailed off to your own thoughts when you realised it was similar to a cafe. Rus stared at you while you were in your own mental battle.

“WELP! I KNOW MUFFET’S IS SIMILAR! SO DON’T WORRY, SOME BAKERYS TEND TO HAVE SEATINGS!! IT’S STILL A BAKERY!” He tried to reassure you, Rus did the same thing as you sometimes. So he knew how to deactivate it, patting your shoulder, he decided to move on. “WHERE’S THE MATTING AND ITEMS? DO YOU HAVE A PICTURE I CAN GO OFF OF?”

You quickly whipped your phone out, showing him a picture. He gently grabbed your wrist to pull the phone closer to his face instead of grabbing your phone. Then, he let go of your hand, having successfully studied the layout. You told him where the decorations where and he rushed off. 

While he went in, Caesium came out with a mop. Ready to scrub the floor back to hell. You opted to go to the kitchen. Your bakery sold pastries and cakes, so you normally came in the night before to start. Truth be told, you forgot this time. 

When you realised you forgot to bake some items beforehand, you groaned into your hands. Quickly grabbing an apron and hair-net, you got to work. Item by item.

20 minutes in, it seemed like Caesium was done mopping the entire store, even in the tiniest spots. You glanced up, mid-mix. He stared at you, then the metal bowls you were using. Sighing, he walked away into one of the rooms, coming back with an apron in hand. He put his head through the loop and tied the strings around his back quickly. 

A bit confused, you stared at him. He quickly noticed when he stood next to you, in response, he placed his left hand on his hip and leaned onto his left leg. 

“WHAT?” Caesium seemed ready for confrontation already. You shook your head slightly, as if to say nothing was wrong.

“I was just going to ask why… You’re in the kitchen..?” You struggled to put words together to form a sentence, not sure on how or what to ask him. Why he was wearing one of your aprons? Why was he helping? 

“BECAUSE YOU SEEMED PATHETIC AND IN NEED. THE GREAT CAESIUM NEVER IGNORES SUCH A PATHETIC BEING.” He announced, patting his chest in pride. You furrowed your brows in response, a bit concerned about how big his ego was proving to be. You glanced at the door that led outside, and he caught on.

“RUS IS BUSY CORRECTING THE PLACEMENT OF THE CHAIRS AND TABLES. AND FIXING THE COUNTER. HE’S ALSO THOROUGHLY WIPING DOWN YOUR PASTRY DISPLAY…” The skeleton rolled his eyes, facing the kitchen island you were working on and looking around. He had seen the board that was above the counter earlier, the ones with all the pastries and cakes. He turned to look in the ovens, crouching down, it seems like you had a few going already.

“But I already wiped it down?” You muttered, continuing to stir the dough in the bowl until it began to form. 

Standing back up, Caesium grabbed the container of flour you had put on the island, and a bowl. Putting it in one area and going off to grab eggs and such. “IT’S BETTER IF HE BUSIES HIMSELF.” He left it at that. Returning with some ingredients and getting to work immediately. 

In truth, Caesium hasn’t baked in a while. Last time he did, it was underground. This world’s underground. His eyebrows furrowed in memory of the underground, how weird it was, how… claustrophobic it was. Instead of lingering on those thoughts, he kept mixing.

Noticing his aggression being put into mixing, you let him be for a while. The two of you were like that for  a few minutes until Rus popped into the kitchen as well. He seemed to be sweating bullets, but it didn’t seem like it was because of fixing and cleaning. 

“IM SO SORRY, BUT I HAVE TO SKIP OFF!!! THERE’S AN EMERGENCY– ARE YOU COMING, CAESIUM?” Rus rushed his words out, an emergency? Looking over to Caesium, you saw an irritated expression. Seems like he knew what this was about, but didn’t look or say anything to you.

“NO. YOU CAN HANDLE IT JUST FINE, CAN’T YOU? TELL MY BROTHER TO COME HERE. I DO NOT WANT HIM MIXED UP IN THERE.” Caesium demanded, having paused his motions since Rus popped in. The worrisome skeleton just nodded, not phased by his attitude and rushed out after yelling a quick goodbye to you.

Caesium went back to pouring the batter into cake moulds after putting some extract in each bowl. Meanwhile, you were just concerned as hell. What emergency had Rus rushing like that? At the same time, it was none of your business. You had just met the guys yesterday– but at the same time, it’s their first day in a new house and they’ve already got an emergency.

However, it seemed like a topic Caesium didn’t want to talk about. Or maybe he had a resting bitch face? No clue.

“So uh… Palace doesn’t seem lazy.” You started a new conversation, to which he snapped his skull towards you for. 

“HE IS NOT. WHY BRING HIM UP?” Caesium asked, moving around until he reached a vacant oven and placed the cakes in there. He made about four one-tier cakes. Quick baker, you noted. If he wasn’t going to be a police officer, then you would’ve asked him to help you at the bakery. 

“I mean– Rus said he was a lazy bonehead?” That had Caesium turning and looking at you like you were a mad man, then looked at the wall while trying to figure out what you meant. Then his face slowly looked back towards your direction.

“PALACE IS NOT MY BROTHER. WHAT MADE YOU THINK THAT!?” He sighed, crossing his arms. Quickly unfolding them when he felt flour from his apron touch his bones. Suddenly, the both of you heard someone knock on the glass door before the bell rang. Indicating someone’s entered.

You walked out the kitchen to see who it was, Caesium walking behind with little to no tension. He seemed to know who was here. Looking at where the door was, you recognised the skeletons, he was the one talking to Palace the other night.

“‘ey.” Caesium’s brother raised his hand, not waving it but deciding it was good enough for a hello. He shoved it back into his jacket. He was dressed up in a black parka, red turtleneck– you could see a glimpse of something golden under the folds of the turtleneck, a necklace maybe?–  long black shorts with a yellow stripe on the sides of it, yellow socks and red shoes. Oh, and he red gloves too. But they looked more like mittens compared to Caesium’s.

And he was sweating, no wonder. It’s summer, why is he wearing all that? 

“Hi.” You greeted back, feeling a bit awkward before Caesium spoke up.

“THATS MY BROTHER, CRACKLE.” He pointed at the short skeleton. You stared at Caesium, who looked down at you, before looking at his brother. Your eyes widened as your mouth fell into a small ‘o’. 

“Thats your brother?” You asked, shock evident on your face. In all honesty, you thought Crackle was related to someone like Slim. “I thought he was like… Slim’s or something. They have matching teeth and all…” You pointed out, which caused Crackle to raise an eyebrow and approach the counter. Since he was closer now, you could tell he was sleepy. It was almost 7am now anyways.

“why are we talkin’ like i ain’t even here? ‘that’? what? am I some branded microwave now, ay?” He asked, chuckling. He yawned and basically unhinged his jaw with how wide he opened it, lazily waving his hand in front of his mouth as if he tried to cover it. He slowly blinked his eye sockets.

“My bad, haha. How are you?” You asked, smoothing out your apron as Caesium went back to the kitchen to check on something. 

“i’m doing a’ight.” His reply was bland, but it was expected, you two just met and he’s tired. “knock knock.” 

Raising an eyebrow, you slowly replied. A bit confused on how sudden it was. “...Who’s there?” 

“are ya a here?” Crackle raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was genuinely asking the question, but it didn’t make sense. So you continued.

“Are you a here who?...”

“one, it’s pronounced hero, two, nah. but you’d be mine if you lemme sleep somewhere around here.” He grinned, showing off his golden tooth unconsciously. A small smile slipped onto your face, that joke was horrid. Genuinely, horrible. You had to take a second before replying, knowing you’d burst out in giggles if you tried talking.

“I do have a little staff break room– which is just for me, actually. You can go there. Do you want me to show you where?” You got a nod in response, so you opened the swinging door for the fifteenth time today, letting him into the back and pointing him towards the You Room, can’t even call it a staff room.

You looked to the side, seeing Caesium work on the cakes, and you decided to start putting out the pastries that you’ve made into the display areas. Walking in and out of the kitchen. It was already opening time… With Caesium working on the cakes, it’d be finished before 9, hopefully. 

Once you flipped the sign at the door to say ‘OPEN!’ you made sure to not to move from behind the counter too much. The day went by quickly, Caesium proudly presenting the cakes he’s made and placing them in a nice area inside the display glass. It seemed like he was planning to stick around until you finish. So he ended up working in the back for any person who wanted something to eat here, or a drink. 

You didn’t know why. 

It was almost like he was avoiding going back home.

Crackle woke up about a few hours after you had led him to the You Room, asking if he could get some mustard. You told him you didn’t own any, so he opted for a chocolate shake. You told Caesium to take a break and he did, mentioning that this hour of day, 2pm, didn’t have a lot of customers. 

The three of you talked about nonsense, none of you mentioning the ‘emergency’ at home. It was just about the customers.

Sooner or later, you closed the store at 8pm, surprised the two had stuck around for so long.

“Didn’t the two of you have plans?” You asked, pulling down the blinds for the windows, Caesium had his jacket in his arm, his phone in the other, texting someone. 

“PLANS? NO.” Caesium replied, smiling at his phone. Crackle snuck a peak at who he was texting and got shoved. Laughing at whatever he saw. 

“Well, thanks for sticking around. Hope everything is fine with Rus, though.” You mentioned Rus, which caught Crackle’s attention.

“y’mean the grand ol’ hero, Rus? don’t worry, i was checking up and the guys thought there was a burglar, turns out it was just our distant cousins visiting, heh. haven’t seen the two in ages, y’know?” He explained flawlessly, watching you walk out the bakery, the two skeletons following. You locked the door to the bakery, it was a bit breezy outside now. “too bad they left so soon, might get to see ‘em again later.”

“Really? I get that. Once, I thought someone broke in but it turned out to be two of my friends that got in because one of them had the key and the other was drunk.” You related, letting Caesium walk behind the two of you. 

“what time was it?” He asked, happy to continue the conversation with his hands in his pockets. For a second, you thought the fur on his parka flew up like flames, but there wasn’t anything when you looked at it. Must’ve been some bit of fur flying off.

“2am? I was busy writing down some bills and deadlines when it happened, so I was stressed-stressed. Like, holy shit, I’m already mentally going insane, is this guy gonna actually make me lose my mind?” You animatedly told, causing Crackle to let out a few loud cackles. He seemed to laugh heartily whenever he did. 

“So, how’s Anaia?” You liked her, she seemed pretty and nice. Welcomed you as much as she could, in your opinion. You knew Crackle was dating her, so you wanted to hear more about her. Crackle seemed to sense that you didn’t have some sort of malicious intent behind the question, and didn’t hesitate to talk about her.

You didn’t notice, but Caesium was glancing at the two of you a lot. Especially whenever Crackle said the name ‘Anaia’.

After riding the bus back home together, you bid the skeletons goodnight. They went in first, but you noticed something odd. 

Even though Rus was the one to open the door, you saw someone different next to him, you didn’t recognise them from the dinner party… Didn’t Crackle say they left already? 

They looked at you before the door closed, which ran chills up your body. Shit, it felt like you got caught. You quickly walked into your front yard, then walked up the porch and opened the door. You rushed into the house as quickly as you could, it wasn’t like you were in danger, but it felt like you were invading their privacy by looking at that person's eyes for some reason.

You locked the door, and went up to change back into your pajamas. You made sure the curtains were closed before changing. After you did your nightly routine, you got curious if Palace was in his room, so you opened your curtains. Sadly, the curtains were still closed. Blowing a raspberry to nobody, you closed your own curtains and flopped onto your bed. The thought of that cousin for theirs kept pestering your mind, but you still managed to fall asleep.

Maybe tomorrow will be good too.

[spookitordukeit]

At the risk of running through the entire character count on Ao3– I’ve elected to post this as a makeshift Q&A here

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Question 1: Yes! There are many other high ranking families around. I think I’ll probably end up focusing mostly on Harper’s family and Lune’s family, but I’ll definitely delve into others from time to time. Especially because fictional politics is something I’m incredibly obsessed with— just wait until we get into the balls and parties. The drama! The glamour! (I’m very excited for a specific scene I have in mind.)

The other family that I’ll get into is Lune’s family. Lune, as we have only briefly met, is a bat Monster. He’s a Nexus born, and his family is considered to be very high up. Like, only a few steps down from the royals, kind of high up.

I don’t have a updated drawing of him currently, but he’s fairly tall, and more on the lanky side. He’s got the upside heart-nose that some bats have, and he’s a dark bluish-gray color. He’s got dark hair that covers his eyes, and very large ears that I absolutely adore. I haven’t decided whether or not his wings should be on his back, or connected to his arms like an actual bat would…

Here is the first version of him I came up with. This was before the class system idea ended up getting implemented, (so he’ll be much more fancy looking now) but the core design is there:

Yknow the saying, “Money talks, wealth whispers”? Yeah, that’s pretty much the Seybolds’ vs the Sotiris’. (Harper vs Lune’s family.

The Seybold family prides itself on rigid rules and tradition, as many other families do. They adhere to many of the rules from centuries past, while also picking and choosing when they see fit.

Servants are owned and are to obey without question. They are not meant to be seen, or heard. (Edith was firmly against this, and all the staff she had have been employed by Harper.)

Children are to fear and obey their parents. To speak out against them is to commit family treason. (Besides Kristen because she’s the golden child.)

Males inherit the business, females are to marry into high standing family’s and grow their parents fortune. (Again, Kristen is the exception. Somewhat.)

Every ‘failure’ requires punishment. Reputation means everything, do not attempt to sully it. (Harper typically takes the fall for most of Kristen’s mess ups, as well as typically being held to a more sever standard.)

You are to always act as if being observed by royalty. Smile pleasantly, stand proper, dress for excellence, do not offend, lift the ego’s of those above you and squash those who stand below. Typical aristocrat rules and behavior.

Lunes family, the Sotiris’, believe that those who wish to follow you will do so of their own volition. Loyalty is better won with respect then with antkiller. Or however the saying goes.

They operate more on a system of codes and ethics. They’re more reactionary then needlessly cruel.

A servant accidentally slips up and ruins a meeting with some very important figures? Accidents happen, may be removed from more important duties for awhile. Minor consequences, more training.

A servant has maliciously compromised their security? Hunt them down, make them disappear. Quietly.

Their rules are easily bent if needed. There’s no family hierarchy. Whoever is most interested in inheriting the main family line can speak to their siblings about it, and if needed, come to a compromise.

Children are nurtured, they are the future of your legacy. Raise them to be better then even you. Build them to greater heights, and hold them up when they fall.

All in all, the two family’s are quite different.

Question 2: I basically use the same five AU’s in all my stories, with a few variations to make them feel unique. And I think I came up with a few of the names myself? Either that, or they’re just not often used, so I completely understand the confusion!!

There will be an official rundown in the story later, but for now here’s the headcount!

UnderTale or ‘Origin verse’: Star is Papyrus, Comet is Sans

UnderFell or ‘Fell verse’: Edge is Papyrus, Red is Sans

UnderSwap or ‘Swap verse’: Stretch is Papyrus, Blue is Sans

HorrorTale or ‘Horror verse’: Sparrow is Papyrus, Bear is Sans

SwapFell/FellSwap-verse: Grim is Papyrus, Black is Sans.

Adding on to that, my Grim and Black fall more into the SwapFell category, meaning a Swap sans and papyrus that got ‘fellified’. At least that’s how it works in my mind. The fandom distinction is pretty confusing— but for me, Grim is a fell version of Stretch, and Black is a fell version of Blue. Hopefully that makes sense ^^;

I don’t have dedicated sketches for the boys in this story, but these drawings for my other fic give a good enough mental image. Just imagine then a little more worn-for-wear looking. More depresso and more espresso. Fresh out of their nuetral run verse and having witnessed The Horrors.

Question 2.5: Each of the guys have their own reasons for their interest in Kristen. Some may be for friendship, some may be for connections or power. When/if they cut Kristen off will be entirely dependent on their own motives. So some may leave sooner then others, especially if they see the way Harper is treated after they get to know both sides— Others might stay out of spite to Harper ;]

Question 3: The first Monsters to appear were a classic variant. They emerged from the mountain many years before the Nexus started pulling in other verses. The first verse to be pulled in was a storyshift variant where a Shyren was queen. This is the founder of the Seybold family.

If you’re unfamiliar with the term ‘storyshift’ it’s basically a type of AU where everyone gets shuffled around into different roles while still maintaining their original personality. In this case, Shyren is queen of Monster’s.

Question 4: I do plan on having some ‘beach episode’ cliche type chapters :D They’re a cliché for a reason, after all!!

Side note! Super sorry for the confusion, Metty and Lune are the bondmates, Harper and Lune (and Metty) are more queer-platonic friends. Harper is their beloved third wheel UvU (I love them sm)

They are pretty close, and in-universe they would basically be considered a couple?? Lune gave Harper a collar (with Metty’s blessing), and she excepted. There are many reasons as to why, but to everyone else it’s a sign that she’s off limits. Especially because it’s engraved with Lune’s family crest.

Question 5: Yes!!! Harper has many stims!! She used to do the T-rex arms when she was really young, but that was quickly trained out of her. Now she clasps them across her stomach, far more ‘normal’ looking.

She also scratches at her wrists and neck, mostly because she’s not allowed to do less harmful (‘strange’) stims. She only scratches when she starts to feel really overwhelmed.

Her regular stims are far less noticeable, and therefore deemed more acceptable. She taps her fingers a lot, or adjusts her glasses. She really likes repetitive motions like petting her cat, or when she’s alone, rocking side to side.

Sometimes if she’s starting to feel overwhelmed she blinks excessively or hums. Just a short, quick low note that could be passed off as a thoughtful sound.

She has a bad habit of grinding her teeth as well, and regularly ends up with a sore jaw. In the same vein, Harper struggles with keeping her muscles untensed, and it often leads to pain. She’ll end up fully rigid if she doesn’t take the time to purposely relax. Even when she’s completely comfortable and by herself.

She does tiptoe on occasion, typically in high stress situations where she forgets all the training she went through to not do that.

And unfortunately, you are very correct. Because of who her family is, she’s not really allowed to stim or self soothe, so she regularly ends up shutting down. And very rarely— she melts down.

We’ve seen a shutdown in chapter two, and chapter three was more of a bad overstimulation moment. It’ll be awhile before we see a full blown meltdown— and it won’t be pretty.

Question 6: Horrortale is my favorite!! Hands down. Horror sans is bbygrl and I will not be told otherwise.

Other then that, I really enjoy Fellswap Gold. (The one with Wine and Coffee) I haven’t written them yet, but that’s about to change! They’re going to be in my Aeiisy? Fic, and I’m superrrrr impatient for them to show up!!

Also fellswap, swapfell, and fell universe in general are my jam. Love the vibes and all the angst opportunities.

Annnnnnnnd Done! You think you talk to much? Do you see how much I just yapped??? I yap like it’s a full time job with a 401k and three months paid vacation. It is a disease.

I really enjoyed this! It really helped me get some of The Lore out of my head and set in stone lol. I’m absolutely rabid about my own stories, and as you can see, very happy to ever answer any questions!! (Somebody please put me down I am infecting the masses)

If anything was unclear of confusing, feel free to let me know!

And if you want even more information, there’s a post I made when I was still fleshing out the details of this fic. Some things have changed, but most of the details are still cannon to the story.

[battlemaiden13]

I have many thoughts on this anti Harem business!

I have been thinking about this AntiHarem thing a lot! I love the concept of all the love interest initially hating MC for various reasons before slowly warming up to them and I have ideas. 

I’ve read a few that involve the skeletons and I’ve noticed similar patterns through all the ones I’ve read. MC is living with the skeletons, the skeletons are all dating someone else (who is usually abusive and they are lying about MC to drag their reputation down) Mc has a kind soul or is an overly nice person all the time and there is always one skeleton who sides with MC since the beginning. If I were to write one I’d change a few things. 

MC wouldn’t live with the skeletons. I imagine them living in an apartment building on about the third floor and the house over the fence belongs to the skeletons where the MC can see into their backyard and maybe a few rooms from their balcony. 

The skeleton’s don’t have a s/o, some of them have hook ups but none of them are in a serious relationship. Instead they hate MC because of things they do (Accidentally) that directly affect the skeletons. 

MC isn’t a kindness trait soul. In fact they don’t really care about a lot of things. They are still nice but more rough around the edges. They’re personality is quiet, calculating and calm, they smoke and are pretty sharp with their tongue. 

Each of the skeleton’s hate Mc for different reasons, most of which are purely misunderstandings or cases of wrong place at the wrong time. Mc really just has terrible timing with each of the skeletons. I have figured out why most hate them too

Sans he just doesn’t like humans and then he sees MC getting irritated at Papyrus (or that's what it looks like)  and he really doesn’t like them. Then the human keeps messing up his research. 

Papyrus always seems to find MC yelling at someone for one thing or another and he’s heard MC say some awful things about others but doesn’t know the relationship MC shares with those other people. 

Edge is his manager and pretty bossy to him. Edge assumes MC likes torturing him but MC is really just trying to help, although a badly timed laugh doesn’t make things better. 

Red and Blue are in the wrong place at the wrong time. Mc turns around to fast and throws a cup of coffee on Blue by accident. She runs into Red and makes him drop the thing he’s holding. They both walk in to see MC yelling at their monster friend in a huff, or playfully shoving them. 

Orange hates Mc because they seem to be constantly lying to him but MC doesn’t know Orange so why would they tell this strange skeleton anything?

Berry thinks that MC is blackmailing him. They aren't, they couldn’t care less but Berry is just a paranoid idiot. 

Syrup just doesn’t feel anything towards MC but if his brother hates them then he will automatically be cruel to them. 

As you can tell I haven’t been thinking about this at all. . . . Nope. not once did it cross my mind…. I really like the concept XD

[carangel]

LISTEN

This is so damn specific I find it hard to even IMAGINE it in an X reader because when u play with reader aus we all know they’re basically ocs

And I don’t play with the whole X reader in the tags and it’s actually an oc

BUT IMAGINE AN ANTIHAREM:

Where it’s the basic, you’re the ‘friend’ who gets invited in and everyone dogs on u cause little miss liar can’t stop making herself look good.

Like geez narc much

But I want to expand more on the aspects of souls, soulmates and aus

Listen, I’m a firm believer in the whole ‘soulmate = compatibility not destiny’

and somehow this woman matches the soul frequency of ALL the boys

But like LISTEN, y’all ever like been listening to music and like, you’re imagining AMV’s and animation memes for your oc??

I’d like to think here, soul frequencies are just instrumentals, or at least one HALF is

Example: I HEAR A SYMPHONY

One soul is the lyrics, one soul is the instruments

Or yk, instrumental that flows well together

Like, they come together to make a full SONG

EITHER WAY

Ik I’m getting a lil ahead of myself but stay with me even tho I’m realizing how delulu this all sounds

Some how this miss is copying every, single, one

It’s almost as if she already knew the song and knew what to copy

But you can’t do that right? Your soul frequency is your own, right???

But like, what if there was some multidimensional changeling shit going on and she like-

Idk man

Locked away all the au versions of the reader/oc to copy the songs and she switches up when needed

Cause if yk MLP shit yk how changelings copy

And if I was a changeling, having a whole harem that loves and spoils me without question 👀

Seems like a buffet to me

You might be wondering

Cara, Carangel, Ciao (if ykyk)

How would you even set this up? How would the changebitch capture all the alternate yous/mes?

What about the main reader/oc? Wouldn’t they put a wrench in the plans??

Idk

Maybe they figured out in another au and traveled to one where you hadn’t met the boys yet

Unknowing that you were in existence but when they did changebitch was like

Oh if I make them hate her they’ll never know

Idk man

I’m just here for the climax

Where it’s revealed that the ladi is a FRAUD

And I’m not opposed to murder as a punishment

And yk, maybe after the au counterparts are released everyone goes back to their au.

I DO KNOW

End goal would be swap x swap!reader/oc, tale x tale!reader/oc

Ect