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undertalethingems · 4 years

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Bark at the Moon Chapter 13: Undaunted

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Rating, Setting: Gen, Pre-canon

Chapter Warnings: None

Chapter Summary: Undyne's the heroine who never gives up--she's not about to lose that title now.

The search parties had mostly given up after only a few weeks, but Undyne wouldn't. She couldn't, not after the months of trouble her friends had been put through. She didn't care if she lost her place as captain, she didn't care what it meant for her career--two monsters under her watch had been treated horribly after suffering long enough already, and she couldn't rest until she knew for sure what had befallen them. Asgore had been understanding when she'd explained the situation, but others might talk... Well, she'd let 'em. If they had a problem with how she spent her time, they could take it up with her--so far, no one had.

Dressed in a heavy coat to ward off the cold, most of Undyne's days the last month had been spent scouring the wilderness. She worked the forest systematically, keeping track of how much ground she'd covered and which direction hadn't been explored. She drew on everything she knew, every instinct and shred of knowledge and ounce of determination, and kept going. They had to be out here somewhere.

She crested a low hill, and hooted triumphantly--there! Clear as a pond in Waterfall, a trackway. They were old, but fresher than any of the ones around town--and she didn't know of anyone or anything else that would leave such tracks. Four digits in front, three in back, thin and always tipped by claws--the only thing that came close were the various icedrakes, but they were bipeds. As long as she followed these, she'd find something--she was sure of it. She powered forward, legs carrying her faster and faster until she was almost running--

Something impacted her. She pitched forward with a grunt, landing roughly in loose brush, only to be hauled up by her backpack and shaken. She dropped roughly to the ground, and yelped as her arm was pinned and her assailant tried to pull the backpack off again. She rolled and kicked out to knock her attacker's leg from under them, and glimpsed that not only was said leg made of bone, it was broken.

Her strike connected. The creature shrieked and darted off, pausing briefly a few yards away to stare at her hollowly with orange eyes. Then it dashed off again, and Undyne scrambled to pursue. She'd found something alright, and it made her soul twist painfully.

"Papyrus! Wait! I wanna help!"

She chased after him, weaving through the brush and trees breathlessly; even with an injured arm he was easily outpacing her and it wasn't long before she'd lost sight of him. She continued following his tracks--but the new trail petered out by going off a cliff. She skidded to a halt, panting; Undyne knew Papyrus had incredible jumping abilities so he hadn't just fallen however far down that was. She'd lost him. She grit her teeth, then punched the nearest tree in frustration. Chunks of snow rained from its branches, smattering around her with little splats--the only sound aside from her ragged breathing. She'd been so close...! If she'd gotten in range she could have used a green attack, and then... well. It didn't matter now--he'd gotten away. But her frown softened as a thought occurred to her. At least she knew he was alive.

But...

He'd attacked her, and though they'd stared at one another, he hadn't seemed to recognize her at all. She'd seen only the wary gaze of an animal in those orange lights. He'd slipped... and it seemed worse this time. Back when he'd pounced on her in the hidden cave, he at least knew she was a friend and was playing with her. She rotated her arm, feeling out the lingering soreness from the scuffle--this time, he'd held back, but not much. She had to find him again, and break him out of this like she said she would. She made a face--hopefully it wouldn't involve any actual breaking.

She had to find him again, and Sans, but it was getting late and she wasn't prepared for a night in the forest. She glanced back up, looking out over the valley black with thick, hardy evergreens and cut by a rushing river. They were out there, somewhere...

She stomped her foot with a grunt, and shouted as loud as she could. "Papyrus! I'm coming back tomorrow! Don't be late, y'hear me?! And bring your lazy excuse for a brother too, got it?!"

She glared, listening to her words echo and hoping, somehow, she'd hear a reply. But it was getting too cold. She turned and retraced her steps until she finally came back to the road. After everything that had happened, the rest of the journey to get home felt so long... maybe she'd just stay at the Snowed Inn again. It was always clean and cozy, and they had the best cinnamon buns. Yeah. That sounded relaxing. She could use the peace and quiet to come up with a gameplan that wasn't just 'wander in the woods until she found her friend'. She needed to do better than that. Papyrus--whether he knew it or not anymore--was counting on her.

But she'd done everything she could today--after a full day in it, the cold was really biting at her scales. She grit her teeth and pulled her coat tighter against the icy breeze. Just a bit farther...! She sighed with relief when the warm lights of town finally poked through the trees. She'd take Snowdin's cold over Hotland any day, but the thought of taking a hot shower before snuggling under cozy blankets sounded like the nicest thing right now.

Once she'd gotten settled into her room for the night, she called Alphys.

"O-oh, hello, C-Captain Undyne," she stammered on the other end of the line, and Undyne felt her heart do little flips.

"Hey Doctor Alphys! Um, I was wondering... if... er, if you could help me with something," she started--more awkwardly than she wanted it to sound, ugh. "I've uh--I've got a case I'm working on and--well--I was hoping you--um--"

"I-I'd love to!" Alphys said quickly, and there was the sound of ruffling papers. "It's th-the case of the b-beast, right? Only, it wasn't a beast it was the skeleton brothers--I had no idea transforming monsters were real, it's just like this show I've been watching where it turns out the main character's best friends are really--WHOOPS spoilers ha ha ha... Um... Is it... that case?"

Undyne coughed. "Yeah. I'm... trying to find them. I saw Papyrus today."

"O-oh! Th-that's good! ... Right?"

Undyne sighed. "Yeah, but... it was like he didn't recognize me at all."

"O-oh..."

"Yeah. I've seen him do this, where he acts... different. More like a wild animal, I guess... He kinda reminds me of the dogs, but then when he stretches it's more like a cat, and then if he's watching something it's kinda like a bird--anyway, the point is, he stops acting like Papyrus. I mean, you can still tell it's him in there, but... I've been able to snap him out of it before, but this time... I dunno. He seems like... like he's really in deep."

"Hmm..." Alphys was quiet as she thought; it took a while, but Undyne didn't mind--she was enjoying just having her on the phone.

"W-well," she finally started, and it sounded like she adjusted her glasses. "Based on what little information you gave me, I can only guess so much, b-but... um, I only have like one episode of this show, b-but, one of the characters loses his memories, and seems like a totally different person until his friends spend enough time talking about things they all did together. I don't know if that would really work--i-it's kind of silly, saying it out l-loud now, um, nevermind--"'

"No! No, I think that might be exactly it," Undyne said quickly; of course it was something obvious like that! Man, Alphys really had a problem with confidence sometimes--she had the best ideas. "I was just gonna go out and like, tackle him, but now I think I should do that... AND tell him about all the other times I have too!"

Alphys managed a weak laugh. "Th-that... seems like it's worth a shot. T-tell me if it works, okay?"

"Of course! Thank you so much--um, I might ask you for more help again soon, okay? Actually... Back when he was... still in town, Papyrus seemed really bothered by the fact he was stuck in his beast form. You think you could, I dunno, rig up some science thing to scan his magic and see if something's going on with it?"

"I-I could certainly try," Alphys replied, and Undyne heard a sound like she was tapping her chin. "I wish I could have looked into it before they transformed so I'd have a baseline to compare it to, b-but, I guess I'll have to use regular monsters as a control... I-if their bodies can change so drastically, I can only imagine what their souls are doing, and that could explain why their mental states change as well... I'll have to see what the literature says about endomagical structure and regulation... O-oh, sorry, I'm rambling--you're probably busy, that was probably really boring--"

Undyne scoffed. "I mean, I can't exactly weigh in, but I love when you talk science stuff. Now, when you get into jargon, then I'm really lost."

She loved when she talked any stuff, but science was a topic Alphys could happily discuss at length. Even if she didn't understand, Undyne could listen to her for hours. She just liked seeing Alphys happy.

"Y-yeah, ha ha... I don't know enough about this to get into any jargon yet, b-but trust me, there's gonna be jargon eventually."

"There always is," Undyne teased, then turned serious. "Well hey, listen--I'm really glad you want to help. These guys have been trying to deal with it on their own this whole time, and... needless to say it hasn't worked out. I'll do everything I can, but... I think we need someone who can really look into this once I get them back."

"Yeah... I-I... I'll do my best," Alphys replied quietly. "Let me know when... when you find them."

"Oh yeah, for sure. So, uh... cool. Uh. Talk to you later....?"

"Yeah! O-oh, um, okay, bye!"

She hung up, and rolled onto her back. Alphys was so smart--such an obvious solution to helping the brothers remember themselves hadn't even crossed Undyne's mind. She'd give it a shot for sure. And then, once they were back, Alphys could use science to help them figure out what was up with them being stuck... It was nice to feel like maybe things might work out. Undyne had tried not to be hard on herself, but she felt like she'd let the brothers down.

Maybe she should have let Papyrus help with the investigation after all, before things had gotten so out of hand that the townsfolk were ready to attack on sight. But it was too late--she had to face this head-on and not get bogged down with regrets. She'd take Alphys' advice and try getting through to her friends tomorrow.

#undertalethingem writes #bark at the moon fic #Undyne (undertale)#papyrus (undertale)#alphys (undertale)#gaster blaster au #Undyne is a good friend ;u;#i'm glad i could finally bring alphys in; this won't be the last time she shows up! ^^

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spirit-shroud · 3 years

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what are some roles that have been largely changed for cityrune? since you said queen was an influencer now :]

hi ty for asking me im vibrating. havent gotten to talk about this au now for three years and now that chapter 2 is like real and this time i can like........draw occasionally and i have more understanding of nuance...... [grips table] [screams]

this isnt quite what you asked but heres what's everyone from chapter 1 has been Up To with a little bit of context (and under a read more bc it got LENGTHY):

kris - professional stay at home teen (they live w/ asgore n help run the flower shop sometimes. this decision was entirely bc i dont like toriel). was wrongly diagnosed w Sudden Soul Rejection when they were incredibly young and given an experimental transplanted soul as a replacement. it works for them fine, give or take having to see gaster once a month for checkups. but sometimes the soul makes them skittish n decides they're going to sit in front of the pc and play 30 consecutive hours of a certain simulation game and not even let them drown people in the pool. if it were entirely up to them, they'd be like. passing out on the sofa to documentaries about bigfoot. or practicing cool knife tricks to impress their friends at their next tabletop meetup

- EDITED IN: the soul is kind of their friend. they are wearing a hypothetical get along shirt. most of the time, they agree on actions and things to do. tends to refer to themself + their soul as we/us which originally was just something they did in their head but they kept slipping in speech/text n just became a Thing of how they talk. switches to 'I/Me' whenever smth is wrong.

- also edited in: they believe the soul they have is their original soul bc nobody has told them otherwise. whenever theyre like 'oh yeah we think about our soul n view it as a separate entity to us like. all the time. it likes to hurt if we make too many choices it doesn't seem to like and kind of forces us to be a toned down version of what we want to be but thats just how souls are haha' and everyone is like.... 'Hey Kris That's Really Not How It Is.' theyre like. 'huh. gonna ignore that for now' - this was going to be a plot point

toriel - head of H0MEWOR1D (H01)'s department of education; kind of lost her roots as a simple math teacher as she was pushed into a lot of power she didn't even really seek out. divorced asgore over some miscommunications in their relationship; also loosely as a result of grief from asriel's death

asgore - the same. runs a lil flower/gift shop. people come in more to talk with him than to buy flowers most of the time, though

asriel Flowey - he's back in flower form, thanks to the government an accident. causes a lot of technology glitches wherever he goes, and wants revenge. isn't sure how to go about it. asriel "died" around 8 years before the story takes place and kris still misses him and refuses to even THINK about even the IDEA of calling someone their sibling after what happened, just in case it somehow happens a second time

susie - more of the same really. she spends most of her time either at grillby's (she's sort of become his assistant n helps with opening/closing. it just happened) or getting into low-stakes trouble w/ kris

noelle - she's in the city's equivalent of college and shes so tired. shes So Abysmally Tired n got kinda pushed 2 follow in her mom's footsteps. she's rarely around anymore except through text or on monsters & mages (dnd) night. (however.........she will come back w/ a long break n hang out w everyone again)

berdly - tbh i didnt even consider berdly when i made the au initially. idk what he's doing. probably in a similar situation to noelle??? canonically got kicked out of the M&M group due to clashes w/ other players but lurks in their group chat to posts memes sometimes

didnt rly think of any other of kris' classmates (+ their families) after ch1 and probably will continue to not, until chs 3-5 come out and i gotta whip up roles and histories for like. a lotta guys all of a sudden. i also forgot about noelle's parents

sans - runs a convenience store that everyone kind of thinks is a front, but also it has really cheap snacks and the local teens make a point of stopping there after school. so essentially, more of the same papyrus - similar to ut. is a very polite and sweet boy but you'll know when he's coming

grillby - he's back. he runs a bar like back in ut but the cozy vibes and weird-for-a-bar hours keep attracting kids who need parents, so half of his menu is comprised of overly sweet mocktails. usually only frequented by monsters

QC - same as usual. has a "rivalry" with grillbz but, theyre besties and have a book club

mettaton - he's real and he's back. he's similar to how he is back in ut w/ his EX body. likes to hang out at grillby's and talk to unsuspecting fans. has a show for everything

napstablook - similar to how they are in ut. helps mtt with making music sometimes. doesn't leave the house too often, but spends a lot of time posting on undernet

undyne - unfortunately. more of the same. she is a cop in the monster district. i am also upset by this but couldn't think of anything better for her

alphys - a doctor studying under dr. gaster in the hopes she'll one day take over his research. she spends most of her time as a nurse with a bigger title, though, and blocks out the weirdness of her job with anime.

gaster - weird guy. H01's top soul researcher and resident House wannabe. trying to manufacture the ultimate soul that can be controlled with simple internal switches, but so far he's only had 1 (very limited) success with a certain human. monsters just melt, and darkners just sorta......get weird... he's onto Something, though.

ralsei - lonely boy with some very strange hobbies. popular on UnderNet for poetry, baking videos, and general cryptid vibe. is the DM for the monsters & mages group (also seems to think everything is actually very fine in H01 when it is very much not)

lancer - about the same. professional Round Boy. lives w/ rouxls full time. follows susie around like a lost puppy and calls himself her "underling."

rouxls - runs a hotel/casino kind of deal where the objective Bad Guys hang out, and usually ends up doing any of the spade king's paperwork.

spade king - mafia godfather. kind of a dick. don't play cards with him

seam - works with the spade king as his right hand cat more or less because they have for a lot of years and are in that 'sunk cost fallacy' zone. thinks of retiring to a quiet life in the monster section of town like, daily

jevil - used to work with the spade king, but got imprisoned for Crimes. got weird after The Accident (separate from asriel's accident)

temmies (all) - dont really get mentioned except offhandedly but they run the monster space station. so far, are the only monsters who have ever been to space.

as far as chapter 2 goes:

yeah i dont have much so far for characters. in the original version of the au i accidentally made darkners as a whole just kinda..... not great? like all sorts of weird organized crime ties n sort of going out of their way to be A Problem to the city (not even in like. a revolution way. in a working against them but with the same goals kinda way). with the whole context it worked At The Time, bc i just had the spade king to look to as a villain, and also in this au the darkners are just trying to survive a world that ultimately was not built for them (that humans think they own, and monsters sort of... seeing this and wondering what it'll mean for them whichever one wins), but w/ new info abt how the dark world works n more guys to work with i want to kind of. edit the vibe a bit. like yea darkners will ultimately do whatever it takes to take over H01, but maybe in a better way than like. idk. all this. it doesnt have to be peaceful or anything it just has to be more adaptable as we meet more kinds of darkners

however yeah i thought up 'queen as some sort of childless mommy blogger/influencer' and that completely revived all memory i had of this au. she should be on mtt's talkshow. also she sells collectible wine glasses w/ her likeness

spamton is another one of gaster's failed soul experiments, but he hasn't melted yet, and seems............fine? sort of. so he hasn't gotten decommissioned yet. he does want to give you malware tho. hot monster singles in your area n all that

im blanking on the rest of the guys but i hope any of this was comprehensible

#kc takes questions #cityrune au #idk if tumblr still autotags things but if it does i am SORRY

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vex-bittys · 4 years

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

The Possum Posse

The world of Underfell has gone to the possums!

Warning: child death mention

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The possum wearing the yellow bandana: “Rubbish.”

The possum in the violet bandana: “Trashy.”

The possum sporting the orange bandana: “Debris.”

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

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

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

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

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

“- Anastasia.”

Edge blinked, and Red howled with laughter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“YES, SIR.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yeah, but i was lying that time.”

“And are you lying this time?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“RED!”

Busted.

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

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

“wooden shoe.”

A pause.

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

“wooden shoe like to know.”

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

He knocked again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gloomfanger headbutted the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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underimagines · 4 years

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Commission - A Day Out

Mob/Mafiatale!Asgore, Chara, and Sans Part 2 to THIS commission!

“After recovering over the next few weeks/months/whatever and slowly turning into a full on Boss Monster, they go out on their first date. How does their evening go?”

Fandom: Mobtale/Mafiatale Pairings: Asgore/Reader, Sans/Reader, Chara/Reader Length: 3k (1k per Scenario) Rating: T+

For @jainwolfe! Thank you for commissioning me once more!

Mob/Mafiatale-Asgore:

“Is this what it feels like to be royalty?” You laughed nervously, twirling a lock of hair around your clawed finger. “Being watched all the time?”

Asgore gave you a soft smile but sighed all the same. “I can’t say that it’s not similar. How are you feeling? If you want to go back home, then…”

“No!” You said it quickly, too quickly, then took a breath and tried again, “No. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Just got to get my bearings first.”

He nodded understandingly. “Take your time.”

This was a unique situation, and it called for patience, which Asgore had plenty of. He watched you shuffle in place for a moment, brushing your paws over your furry snout. You pushed the tuft of fur hanging between your floppy ears out of your eyes and gave a deep, shuddering sigh.

It was strange, seeing you like this. You looked so much like him. And Toriel. But he could still see you, under all that fur and fluff. Especially when you gave him that awkward, lopsided smile he knew so well.

“Alright, I think I’m good.”

“We’ll take it slow.” He offered you his hand, gently. You took it, with only a moments hesitation. But that was okay. No matter how much time you needed in order to deal with this, he would be there by your side. This time, he’d be there for you.

This time, he’d be able to protect you.

Hand-in-hand, you stepped out of the store and back into the streets. You flinched under the glaring sunlight beaming down from the bright blue sky. It was a beautiful day, but to you it just felt like way too much. There wasn’t a cloud to be seen.

“So, where are we off to today?” You asked quietly, leaning into his side as you made your way down the sidewalk. You kept your eyes pinned to the ground, too nervous to look up and see if anyone was looking at you again. Asgore carefully shifted the bag full of freshly baked bread on his free arm, to check the list he’d made.

“We have to stop by the florist to get some more seeds for the garden.” He tucked the little piece of paper away and glanced down at you, smiling. “What do you think we might need more of? I’ve had my eye on some sunflower seeds for a while.”

“Sunflowers are fine.” You replied in a small voice.

Asgore sighed to himself. He looked forward to the days when you would be able to talk with him again, without fear of drawing attention to yourself.

But he understood your reluctance. Even now, there were Monsters and humans alike watching you walk down the street together, their eyes following your every movements and their jaws slack in awe. He wanted to ask them, politely of course, to keep their eyes to themselves.

Ever since what had happened had happened, rumors had been flying through the city streets.

He led you quietly down the streets, your arm tucked against his own, shoulders pressed together like sardines in a can.

The florist was open, thankfully. And from the looks of it, there weren’t many customers at the moment. Which was lucky for both of you, because neither of you wanted to deal with a crowd right now.

Asgore looked down at you, a soft smile creasing his face as he placed a hand on your elbow. “If you’d rather wait outside, I’d be okay with that.”

“No!” Your grip on his arm tightened. “I mean. I want to stay with you. Please.”

He sighed, in relief more than anything. “Okay.”

As the door swung open, the florist perked up from behind the counter. “Hello! How can I help…”

Their voice trailed off as they stared at the two of you, wide-eyed and frozen. You wondered what you looked like to them. The King of Monsterkind, and his Boss Monster hybrid partner. What a freak-show.

“Why don’t you go look at some of the flowers?” Asgore whispered softly against your ear. “While I conduct the business side of things?”

“Okay.” Reluctantly, you unwound yourself from his embrace and headed over to the aisles of flowers and plants lining the walls, while Asgore straightened his shoulders and headed towards the counter.

You were nervous at first, being away from his side. Though the distance was small, it took everything in you not to just run back to hiding behind him.

But as you traversed the aisles of flowers, you found yourself beginning to relax. The atmosphere of the flower shop was extremely comforting. All the scents, colors, and different kinds of plants made you feel safe. Like you were walking through a giant garden. It reminded you of home, and the garden that you and Asgore had planted together.

You stopped in front of a pot of Amaryllis flowers and looked over the tag. Each one had the meaning of the flowers written on them.

“Worth beyond beauty.” That struck a chord with you. As a human, you’d considered yourself okay looking. But now, as a Boss Monster, your appearance was something you were having the biggest troubles getting used to.

You didn’t notice Asgore approaching you until his shadow stretched over the section of shelf you were standing at.

“Do you like those flowers?” He asked gently, leaning in to place his chin against your shoulder. “Amaryllis, yes?”

“Yeah.” You couldn’t help but blush because of how close he was. “They’re very pretty.”

“Then I’ll buy them for you.”

You turned with a gasp. “No, you don’t have to!”

“I want to.”

You fidgeted in place, nervously, but eventually gave in and let Asgore take the plant up front.

As you walked out of the florist, arm-in-arm, you clutched the little pot of flowers close.

Maybe one day, you’d be able to view yourself in the same way that people viewed the Amaryllis.

With worth beyond the boundary of beauty.

Mob/Mafiatale-Sans:

“Sans, I feel like everyone is staring at me.”

He glanced up, to see you tugging at your hat, trying to pull it down over your face. Your other hand was wound with his own, fingers intertwined. You glanced around nervously, shrinking beneath the curious stares and open-mouthed gawking of the nosy crowds.

Too nosy, he thought to himself.

“can you blame them?” He shrugged, giving you one of his signature lazy, lopsided smiles. He quickly added a wink when he saw the hesitation in your eyes. “they’ve probably never seen anyone as beautiful as you before.”

“Sans—!” Your cheekbones flushed a pleasant pink color, which you quickly hid beneath gloved hands. “Shut up, you know that I’m not…”

You shifted your weight a little, staring hard at the ground. Your tail swept across the sidewalk, thumping against the concrete anxiously.

“not what? cute? adorable? amazing? because i’d hafta disagree there.”

Maybe humans thought you looked a little weird. But Sans had never seen a more beautiful skeleton…whatever you were. Not a normal skeleton, definitely. But strong, with spines and claws, and big sharp fangs. Even for someone made entirely out of bone, you exuded raw power.

But beneath all that, he still saw you. He saw it in your smile, and the way you blushed, and how you’d fidget nervously. He heard it in your voice. He watched it surface when you walked, how you sat, how you did just about anything. Even in this new, strange body, he knew you were still the you that he’d fallen in love with.

And to him, that was beautiful.

“i’ll always love you a skele-ton.”

You bit back a snort, and the edges of your lips curled back in a smile.

He grinned, knowing that he’d gotten you there.

“what? don’t tell me you don’t like my ribbin’ anymore?”

“Sans, please.”

“tibia-honest, maybe you’re right. these ones are getting a little stale. i’ll have to think up some new ones, but it’ll be hard to marrow it down.”

You shoved his shoulder lightly, rolling your eyes. The gleaming multicolored lights danced in your sockets as you grimaced at his terrible humor. Which, of course, only made him smile even wider and give you a playful shrug.

“y’know what my brotha’ always says. i’m a real numb-skull.”

“You are.” You smiled. “But you’re my numb-skull.”

Now it was his turn to flush, the pink color dancing across his cheeks for just a moment.

“yeah, i really am. n’i couldn’t be happier ‘bout it.”

As you walked down the street, side-by-side, he reached for your hand. Sans wasn’t usually a big PDA type of guy, but today, he was feelin’ kinda bold. Hand-holding bold.

You paused as you felt his fingers intertwine with yours. Now that you were mostly skeleton, the feeling was so different from when you were a human. There was no soft skin against hard bone. You were the same now.

And it was oddly comforting, in a way.

“so, whatcha wanna do today?”

“Mm.” You scratched your chin in thought. “I’m not sure. It’s been a while since I was out. Is there anything good happening around town right now?”

“nah.” Sans actually had no clue, but he wasn’t about to put in the effort to go investigating. “say, how about we stop by grillby’s? my treat.”

“Sans, we always go to Grillby’s!” You said it with annoyance, but there was still a smile on your face.

“what’s not to love? good food, spending time with friends, a warm atmosphere.” He looked up at you and winked lazily. “it’s perfect for dates.”

“Papyrus would say otherwise.” You teased him, gently nudging his shoulder with your own.

“that’s because paps has too delicate of a palette.” Sans shrugged again. “y’know, i think he secretly likes grillby’s. he’s just too stubborn to admit it.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night!”

You giggled as he led you down the street to his favorite restaurant. He kept the small-talk up the entire way. It was a nice break from all the staring and strange looks you were getting. Having Sans there with you was the biggest distraction you could have asked for.

But as you reached the doorway, you found yourself hesitating.

Sans turned, his hand on the knob. He looked up at you, a bit of worry creasing his features. “something wrong, babe?”

“I just…” You tucked a strange of ectoplasmic hair behind your nonexistent ear. “How will everyone react, seeing me like this? I look so weird now. And different. What if they think I’m creepy? What if they’re intimidated because I’m a Boss Monster? What if—”

“hey, hey! slow down.” Sans held his hands up, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his skull. All that anxiety was starting to affect him, too. “you know these guys. they’d never speak ill of ya. more than likely, they’ll all just be happy to see that you made it out okay.”

“How can you be so sure?” Your claws tightened in the fabric of your blouse, and he could see the tension in your shaking hands.

“because, i’m a regular. have been for a long time now. i know grillby’s like the back of my hand.” As he spoke, he lifted up his free hand, and offered it to you. “just trust me. everything’s gonna be okay. i promise.”

Sans wasn’t big on promises he wasn’t sure that he’d end up keeping. But this was one that you both knew that he would.

After a moment’s hesitation, your expression grew determined. “Okay. I trust you.”

His grin widened as you slipped your hand into his own. The sensation of bone against bone was strange, but also oddly comforting somehow. Human, skeleton, Boss Monster. He didn’t care what form you took. He loved you all the same.

Hand-in-hand, he led you into Grillby’s, knowing that this place would never let him down.

And he’d never let you down, either.

Adult!Mob/Mafiatale-Chara:

“This is a bad idea.”

They couldn’t help but agree with you.

Chara was not the kind of person who liked to stray far from home. But it had been a while since you’d last been on a date together, and they weren’t willing to let you stay at home and mope over your predicament any longer. You needed to get out, both of your shell, and out of the house.

Still, as you walked down the streets, side-by-side, they weren’t oblivious to the stares you were receiving. It was understandable, given your new form. A side-effect of the transformation process over-going your soul. Chara didn’t find it nearly as inconvenient as you seemed to, however.

Pinpointing what exactly you had become after those weeks in the hospital was difficult. You weren’t exactly human. But not entirely Monster either. Some sort of mix of both. If they were still a child, Chara would have had no doubt that they would have been jealous of you. But now that they’d grown considerably, both emotionally and physically, they found themself pitying you instead.

But you didn’t deserve that.

They watched you duck your head, trying hard to ignore the way people were gawking at you as you sluggishly made your way down the street.

Chara sighed and slid their hand down to meet yours. With a gentle squeeze, and a soft smile, they assured you of their presence. Satisfaction followed, watching the tension drain from your face, as you returned their sentiment with a squeeze of your own.

“Things are going to be okay.” They mumbled gently, trying to assure both you and themself. “We will get through this, together.”

“I know.” You sighed. “It’s just hard, getting used to all these…”

You lifted your free hand, clenching and un-clenching your clawed fingers into fists. “Changes.”

“If it’s any consolation, I would give anything to be in your position right now.” Ah, that wasn’t the right thing to say. They watched you flinch, and quickly followed up with, “Not what you underwent, of course, but. To know what it’s like to be part Monster. It’s always been a dream of mine.”

“It’s not much different from being a human.” You admitted, rubbing the back of your neck self-consciously. “I’m just a little fluffier.”

Their smile quirked up at the edges. Well, you weren’t wrong about that. Thick waves of fur decorated your body, stretching all the way down to a swishing, spade-tipped tail that dragged across the ground as you walked. Your claws were sharp and dark, and they could see your long fangs sinking into your lower lip as you chewed on it nervously.

“Well, I think you’re beautiful.” They said, softly.

Your long, deer-like ears pinned back against your head as your cheeks flushed a pleasant pink color. You tried to wave them off. “You’re just saying that.”

“I might be, but I mean it.” They squeezed your hand again, tighter this time. “You are incredible. Your determination, your willpower, your beauty. All of them intrigue me, in so many ways. Don’t you believe me?”

“I do…it’s just.”

Chara tilted their head to the side. “Just what? Is that I’ve said it, not enough?”

“No! No. I mean.” You sighed, shaking your head. “It’s just something I’m still getting used to.”

“Don’t worry about it.” They assured you, rubbing a thumb across the web of your palm. “No matter what happens, I’ll be by your side.”

“Chara…” Your ruby eyes shimmered with un-fallen tears. “Thank you.”

They smiled, gently, before returning their attention to the streets around you. “Where do you want to go today?”

“Do you think…” You hesitated a moment before continuing, “Do you think that café is open? The one we both like.”

“We can always check.”

Thank goodness you did, because it was open. And with very little customers, to boot. Which meant that you wouldn’t be getting as many stares as you were out here.

Chara led you into the tiny establishment and pointed towards a booth settled in the corner-most area of the café. “Let’s sit there.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’ll go save our spot.”

You didn’t like leaving their side, but once you settled into the dark little corner, you found yourself relaxing. It was nice and secluded here. No one could see you, and you couldn’t see anyone else. Just Chara, at the counter, giving your regular orders to the very flustered looking barista Monster.

Afterwards, they came to join you, sliding into the seat opposite yours with a smile on their face.

“What’s up with that smile?” You couldn’t help but ask. It looked mischievous, like they were planning something.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” They waved you off, but you couldn’t help but feel like there was something more to it.

A few minutes later, the barista made her way around the counter, and approached your booth, with a drink in both of her hands, and a tray on her third.

She set down each drink in front of you, and then turned to you with a wide smile. “Happy Birthday, dear!”

You blinked in confusion as she set down a very fancy, delicious looking volcano cake in front of you.

“But, it’s not…”

“Thank you.” Chara interjected. “We’ll take it from here.”

The barista winked and turned away to return to her post.

You looked up at your partner in disbelief. “Did you lie about it being my birthday, just to get us free dessert?”

“I’m not wrong, am I?” They didn’t even wait, just unsheathed their fork and scooped up a sizeable bite of the delicious chocolate pastry. “You’ve been reborn, after all. This is your birthday.”

“Well, I…” Damn, they weren’t wrong. Still felt like it was wrong, though. “Fine, but this is my Re-Birthday, okay? I’m still celebrating my human birthday, too.”

They shrugged. “That’s fine with me.”

You rolled your eyes, but finally began to dig into your “birthday” cake.

Maybe today wasn’t so bad, after all.

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hoodie-lover · 4 years

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My Multiverse Part 59

Five years later…

Dream walked down the Doodlesphere with Blue and Error by his side. Nightmare said he would meet them at the AU.

“You sure this is going to be easy?” Blue asked, his voice glitching a bit more than it normally does, a sign of worry they soon learned.

“Nope! But this job has never been easy!” Dream said and Error smiled as they approached the AU and entered.

“Wow. They really did a number on this place.” Blue said when he saw the AU.

The AU was dark and musty. Dread and fear was built into the AU. The snow falling down in front of the ruins door, colored a faded pink, was icey and sent shivers down their spines.

“You know what we have to do. Help the innocent, remove corruption, and offer them a place in the multiverse along with therapy.” Dream said and the two nodded as they explored the AU.

The forest was devoid of traps, not a good sign. Snowdin was empty, another bad sign.

“So, what are we looking for?” Error asked, running his hands over the snow.

“A person. From what I could hear, within the snickers and laughter of the creators, this AU’s Flowey rules the AU with an iron fist, or vine.” Dream said and the two shuddered as they were picked up and pinned.

“Let us go!” Dream screamed and a deep and sickening laugh caught Dream off guard.

“Alright.” Nightmare said and he let them down against the snow and laughed as he saw Dream’s angry face.

“Not funny!” Dream said, shaking from either the cold or shock, probably both.

“Sure.” Nightmare said, rolling his eye with a smug grin on his face.

“Um, guys? We need to get moving!” Error said as he held up a pile of snow, which was mostly, dust.

“Yeah. We sure do. What did you find out Nightmare?” Blue asked as the team sped off.

“Flowey rules the world and people are hunted for fun, though this world’s Sans and Papyrus are his special toys that he tortures.” Nightmare said, and he pulled out some black cloaks for everyone to wear, and they donned them quickly.

“Blue, can you and Error go search for people hiding?” Dream asked and the two nodded as they sped off.

“So, what do you expect from this AU?” He asked, and Nightmare shuddered.

“Probably something along the lines of those angst AUs.” Nightmare said as they got off the ground and began to move among the stalgatities hanging from the ceiling, besto to avoid Flowey’s roots.

When the two got to New Home, it was a jungle. Plants and debris were everywhere, and every single piece of flora was an enemy. It wasn’t the most dangerous mission they had been on, but it was far from the easiest.

Dream grabbed one of Nightmare’s tentacles and was launched across the city, landing on the roof of the throne room. His brother followed and they slowly lowered themselves into the throne room. It was pretty much a green bowl made of vines with a dirt circle in the center.

“Alright. We need to get to the best place to work as a dungeon.” Dream said. “No one’s here.” He said as Dream was lifted up.

“I’ll go over to the lab. We passed it on our way here, you stay here and watch out for the weed.” Dream said and Nightmare gave him a suspicious look.

“If I find the Sans and Papyrus they will panic, I can calm them down and I can take care of myself. But if you patrol and find Flowey, fight him. Keep him busy.” Dream whispered and Dream went off.

When he got to the lab, it took some maneuvering to avoid stepping on the vines, but he was able to get down into the lab and quickly explored the barren and dusty lab.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” Dream whispered, when he heard no response he continued down the hallway and saw two makeshift cells. With the Sans and Papyrus of the universe inside of them.

“Who are you?” Sans asked, and upon closer inspection he was the only one without his jaw broken.

“A friend. I’m here to rescue you.” Dream said and Sans’ eyes lit up with joy.

“Thank you!” Sans exclaimed as he gripped the plant-like bars of his cell.

“Don’t thank me. It’s my job.” Dream said and he used an arrow to slice the bars and set the two free.

They stumbled and tripped, and overall had a hard time walking. Dream was patient, from their physical condition, broken bones, bruises, and dents in the skull, and clear scars where possibly deadly fractures were, Dream was understanding.

“Well, well, well, it seems I have multiple intruders on my hand!” Flowey said as he popped from the ground in front of them.

“Let us leave Flowey.” Dream said, summoning his bow.

“Nope!” Flowey said giggling as the Sans and Papyrus cowered behind Dream.

“Please let me have my toys back, you don’t end up like your other intruder do you?” He asked, giving an innocent frown as he cackled.

“Let us leave.” Dream said, unphased by Flowey's threat.

“Aww~. Did you not hear me?” Flowey said and Dream laughed as his eyes gleamed with confidence.

“Look behind you.” Dream said, and Nightmare smiled, followed by Error and Blue.

“Oh sh-” Flowey said and was dead before the swear left his mouth.

Dream led the Sans and Papyrus to a portal set up to the omega timeline, Core Frisk was berated for not interfering but they barely managed to get out of it by stating they knew what would happen before it did. So they saw no need to interfere, though it was not with a light heart they stayed out of the situation.

“The people there will explain everything to you.” Dream said as he led the people out of there and Error was ready to destroy the AU. Taking the already isolated Frisk soul with him. It was a miracle they were able to give the souls physical bodies and give them a proper home in the omega timeline, or their own if it was inhabitable.

Classic had woken up and yawned, he hadn’t been woken up. It was weird, Papyrus usually woke him up. Though Classic suddenly remembered the last run, a genocide run. He got up and ran to Papyrus’ room, and there was his brother, sitting on his bed and curled up.

“Heya bro. You ok?” Sans asked as he sat next him, only to be caught in a large hug.

“I don’t think I will ever get used to getting killed.” Papyrus said and Sans sighed as he hugged him back.

“I haven’t either.” Sans said and he called Undyne.

“Hey Sans. You ok?” Undyne said and Sans gave a stumbling ‘yeah.’

“Paps is having a hard time. How are you doing?” Sans asked and Papyrus began to listen in as he put Undyne on speaker. “You’re on speaker and Paps is here.” Sans said.

“I-I still have no idea how you deal with that Sans.” Undyne said, her voice lacked the passion and life she was known for.

“I gave up trying a long time ago. But you guys, have people to confide in. Don’t give up trying. Please, don’t do what I did.” Sans said, and Undyne gave a resounding ‘Hell yeah!’ and Papyrus promised he would never give up, that he’d always keep trying. It made Sans feel happy, and he felt safe. Truly safe, safe like he had never been before.

Later that day, he and everyone, even Toriel and Flowey, came together and talked about what happened, a group therapy session of sorts.

“So, Asgore, Flowey, how far did they get, I know they killed me, but what about you?” Sans asked, and they sighed.

“They spared me.” Flowey said, Asgore hanging his head.

“I was killed by Flowey.” he said, glaring at the flower.

“Either that or they get unleashed upon humanity, your choice.” Flowey shrugged, “And I doubt you want to share a headspare with that murderous brat.” He said, sneering and shuddering at the memory.

“So, Chara isn’t a problem, yet. Or maybe they like teasing us, and will one day just pop up with the demon.” Sans said, but he quickly regretted his words when he realized who he was talking about and in front of who.

“I’m sorry. But, you have to understand, they’re, not going to...” Sans tried to say but Toriel stopped him.

“It’s ok Sans.” Toriel said, and Asgore kept silent.

They talked about the timeline and what they did, and Sans explained all the routes once again, though he left a few details out. Sans didn’t want to give anyone the crisis of morality he had a long time ago.

In the creator realm, everyone was bustling around and talking. The place was alive with papers scattered on the floor, pencils everywhere, and creators eager to show off what they made.

“This place is busier than ever. What happened?” Maxie asked when she sat next to Zack and Beatrice at the newly built food court.

“Someone made an occult, HorrorTale, Sansisk AU and from what I’ve seen, you should check it out.” Zack said, sipping a coffee.

“Sounds interesting. Is the Sans sympathetic or a maniac?” Beatrice asked, she was eating a donut based on Muffet’s spider pastries.

“A puppy people like to kick when it’s already down.” Zack said and Maxie gasped.

“Well I hope the Star Sanses get to save him. You know I don’t like too much torture, when you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all.” Maxie said as she looked at the rack of candy next to her.

“Me too. But you know the rules: Based on the contents and complexity of the universe, a time limit is placed on how long the Star Sanses will wait until they are allowed to rescue the inhabitants of the AU. It was the first agreement we ever made and it works well so far. And we can always go back to what it once was, just no more updates.” Zack said, and Jana came walking over.

“Hey. So, Underoccult sounding good? You guys really should check it out.” Jana said and Zack sighed.

“Sure. I was just recommending it.” Zack said, taking a long sip of coffee as he glared at her.

“Oh please. I’m enjoying this just as much as you are. Honestly, you need to lighten up.” Beatrice said, resting her elbows on the back of Zack’s chair.

“Yeah.” Zack, groaning when Jack came over.

“Can we stop talking about Underoccult? I found an angsty AU with Papyrus and Frisk as the main couple.” Jack said, and Maxie was intrigued.

“Rare pair. I like it.” Maxie said, smiling as she grabbed a bag of gummy bears and paid for them and dove into the delicious candy goodness.

“Anyway, how is your AU going?” Maxie asked, looking at Beatrice and Jana.

“Decent. The time limit is almost up, but I’m excited to see how they interact with the rest of the multiverse.” Jana said and Beatrice nodded as she stuffed her mouth with sugary donut goodness.

Dream was calling the Star Sanses to a meeting to tell them about how his mission went, and to learn how their own missions went. When everyone came to the Doodlesphere, the atmosphere was still lighter and brighter than when Ink had run this place, even five years later.

“So, I assume we had success across the board?” Dream said and was met with several resounding cheers. “So, how did it go?” Dream asked and they went in order, some people and the Dark Sanses compared it to a sharing circle thing from kindergarten but it was fun and everyone liked it.

“There was a guy who thought he could chain me up, he’s dust now.” Red said, and Black laughed.

“I encountered a whore, and she tried to grab my spine,” Black gestured to his exposed lower spine, “and it turned out she was the target. It was fun to watch her blood spill from her chest wound.” He said and only Red laughed, everyone was quiet and looking at Dream.

“Thanks. Anyone else have any ideas what the creators might be up to in terms of what you’ve encountered during your missions?” Dream said, looking around.

“There’s been more, Sans and Frisk shipping, along with more angst.” Geno said, and murmurs of agreement filled the room.

Dream managed to get notes on everyone’s missions and the trends they’re seeing. It would be useful information for Nightmare, but for now, he could relax. The meeting then became a meme fest and when Blue dropped in a box of beer, Dream decided to leave, he had the worst tolerance and everyone knew it, it was only a matter of time before they poured it down his throat.

Dream opened a portal and dropped off his notes on Nightmare’s desk, his brother drowning in papers.

“You need help?” Dream asked and Nightmare glared at him, as if he had just insulted him in every way imaginable.

“Fine, fine. You struggle with your Everest of papers while I hide from the rest of the Star Sanses.” Dream said but was caught with a tentacle.

“Why?” Nightmare asked, grinning evilly.

“Blue brought beer.” Dream said and Nightmare laughed.

“You are going there and I will request a video of your stupid drunk ass.” Nightmare said and threw Dream in a portal.

“Traitor!” Drea screamed and everyone looked at Nightmare, ready for a fight.

“Get me a video of him drunk. I need one. Sibling code.” Nightmare said as the portal closed, and Blue grabbed Dream’s shoulders and chuckled as his left eye glowed brightly.

“B-Blue, we’re friends right? You wouldn’t hand over my dignity to-” Dream said and had a bottle of beer slammed against his mouth.

It was only there for a few moments and when Blue ripped it free, Dream fell onto his back and was motionless for a few moments.

“Just wait a while. He’ll be running around like a toddler on a pound of pixie sticks in a while.” Blue said and he kissed Red on the cheek.

“Devilish cutie.” Red whispered and returned the kiss.

“Be quiet. I don’t want them to know!” Blue said as he was picked up and taken across the room as Black put some loud music on.

Blue met Red’s arrogant gaze with his own as Red danced with Blue on the meeting table, taking a swig of the booze Blue brought while he was at it.

“May I have this dance?” Alt asked Sci and the flustered skeleton hesitantly agreed and was thrown on the table as Alt led the dance and never slowed down.

“So, how’s everything on your side?” Sci asked as everyone began to drink and dance to the music.

“Decent. No one’s going on rampages anymore. And Error’s been calmer than he usually is.” Alt said as he dipped Sci and kissed him.

“How come you can dip me when you’re two feet shorter than me?” Sci asked and Alt had a simple reply.

“Creativity.” Alt said and Sci laughed.

The Dark Sanses were hanging out like usual, playing video games and cooking when Nightmare came down.

“So, how’s Dream?” Killer asked and Nightmare chuckled.

“Blue brought booze.” Nightmare said and every howled.

“Well, it seems we’ve got some entertainment tonight!” Dust said as he beat Fresh in their video game.

“Yeah. What do you want for lunch?” Horror asked and everyone gave their answers. Meat for himself, something exotic for Killer, Dust wanted something mild, Fresh wanted a mix of flavors, Error was content with chocolate, Cross wanted chocolate as well, and Nightmare would scavenge off whatever was prepared.

“Alright!” Horror said as he rummaged through the fridge.

Error was standing outside the castle and looking out at the AU. He took in a deep breath and looked at his family, they were laughing, playing, and were able to seek professional help for what they went through, along with Dream who was a big help, and the world was at peace.

He was free to do as he pleased, within reason, and could interact with people aside from his family without being beaten or ran away from in terror. It was a good feeling, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Hey Error.” Nightmare said as he stood next to him.

“Hey Dad.” Error said and Nightmare wrapped his arm around Error.

“Any plans for the day?” Nightmare asked and Error shrugged.

“Nope. You?” Error asked and Nightmare gave him a confident smirk.

“I have some ideas, but there was something I did find.” Nightmare said as he handed Error a piece of paper.

“What’s this?” Error asked as he opened it up and gasped.

“You, how?” He asked when he saw what it was. A crappy investigation of who Error could have been, done by Ink.

“I found it when he ransacked his cottage soon after his defeat. I’ve been looking into it for so long, and I finally managed to get a lead. Something we can follow.” Nightmare said, smiling.

“You’ve narrowed it down to an alternate timeline?” Error said, about to cry.

“Yeah. Ink suspected Geno, but he couldn’t find anything after that and gave up. But when he looked at Blue’s code, only the non-glitched parts pointed to himself. So what do you say, wanna solve this mystery once and for all?” nightmare said and Error hugged him as he screamed at the top of his hypothetical lungs.

“YES!” Error said as Horror called them in for lunch, it wasn’t done, but the chocolate was ready and Cross was getting antsy.

“We’ll be there soon.” Nightmare said and Error cried tears of joy.

“Wanna tell them?” Error asked and Nightmare shrugged.

“If you want to.” Nightmare said as the two walked back into the castle.

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edelfliss · 4 years

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Been thinkin about revisiting my ask-fellsansgore blog for a long while now as I kind of miss interacting with people in that format. But, I don’t really like the direction the blog took, and I feel like I wrote myself into a corner with it. There are so many things I wish I had done differently. So, I do want to start a new Undertale blog, but in a sort of different way, and with a different AU.

I’ve recently gotten re-interested in the Fellswap gold au, and I feel like more could be done with it. I feel that there’s untapped potential with it, and I’ve been musing about how I would write/develop it. And I think I did come up with something good, and I want to share my interpretation of it in a sort of interactive, choose your own adventure style blog.

Like, the blog would be kind of like a text adventure, with pictures/drawings of course, and I would be the ‘narrator’, and give choices at various intervals, like: “you come across a nearly empty candy bowl” and the possible choices I would give for others to vote on would be “leave it alone”, “take one piece”, or “take the bowl”. And then you guys would vote on what choice you want to pick, and I would write up and draw what happens depending on the winning choice. Basically it would be like how Undertale is played, like a game, except it would be in blog format and you guys would be voting on what happens, and basically be guiding the story along. Does that sound interesting? Because I think it sounds like fun, and I would really like to give it a shot, I just don’t know if anyone else would be interested...

As a basic synopsis of my interpretation of the AU, basically humans went to war with monsters due to them being different, and had the advantage in the war because they had guns and tanks and stuff like that. The monsters were then banished to live within Mt. Ebott, and to prevent any further aggression from the humans, the monsters made the magical seal to protect themselves as they started thinking that the caverns in the mountain were their only safe place. But then after a while the humans start fighting each other over their own differences, and then they start banishing the different humans to Mt. Ebott. Thinking that the humans were still pursuing them and wanting to kill them off for good, Toriel decrees that all humans who fall down must be killed. The blog would start off with the legend opening, and then transition into a character creation, where you guys would be able to create the most recent fallen human and even give them a name and all that.

Since this is a fellswap au, I want to take inspiration mostly from Underfell, with some Underswap hints, as I feel like all of the fellswap and swapfell AUs only really take inspiration from the Underswap au, and don’t use much inspiration from Underfell aside from the edgy aesthetic. I want to change that with this AU.

As for the monsters themselves, Asgore would be in the Ruins and suffer from mental issues due to losing his children and not being able to handle the deaths of the fallen humans. Toriel sent him to live in the Ruins, thinking it would improve his mental state, but it only worsened it. He thinks that any fallen humans who show up in the Ruins are his dead children, and will act as such. Sans is part of the royal guard, and has the blacklist book instead of Papyrus. He has the entirety of Snowdin under his thumb, and is feared by everyone who lives there. He’s silver-tongued and is a control freak. He has connections with the royal family, and can manipulate them - and others - into doing what he wants. Papyrus rarely speaks, and usually communicates through written messages and gestures. He’s fed up with Sans babying him all the time and being very overprotective of him. This has led to Papyrus being very sneaky so he can do things Sans would normally be against. Is very scared of the current situation going on in the Underground, and drinks coffee loaded with sugar to try and stay awake, as he doesn’t know what might happen - especially to Sans - if he falls asleep. Just wants to make some friends, but due to his association to Sans, other monsters avoid him, thinking he would squeal on them to Sans. Undyne is still captain of the royal guard, and has become the voice of the monster people, as things in the Underground aren’t doing so well. Living conditions have worsened, nobody is being listened to especially by Toriel, nobody is allowed to speak their mind, and anyone who wants to leave the Underground is punished severely. Undyne seeks to change all of that, and she has even started sparking and fanning the flames of a revolution to better their situation in the Underground. She hates Sans because even though she outranks him, he’s favored by Toriel and has more power than Undyne does. The two argue and squabble a lot. Undyne does not wear royal guard armor as an act of defiance to Toriel and Sans. She also wants to get Asgore out of the Ruins. Alphys is even more reclusive than she is in Undertale. She was forced by Toriel to turn Mettaton into a human killing machine, among other things she heavily regrets. She worries constantly about going against Toriel for fear of punishment, and wants to do the right thing, but doesn’t want to get in trouble, and she gets stuck in these thought loops so often that it paralyzes her and she winds up not doing anything. She and Undyne are currently dating. Mettaton just wants to entertain, but has been turned into the poster boy for what Toriel wants the royal guard to be. He has been programed to detect and kill any humans that happen to enter the Underground, and can’t fight back against it. Toriel has deluded herself into thinking that the Underground was their only safe place, and to leave was unthinkable. She’s trapped herself into thinking she can’t do anything, and that they were all helpless. She also thinks of her subjects as misbehaving children that need to be disciplined when they act out. She doesn’t really listen to anyone, expect for Sans, and the voice in her head telling her this was fine.

So yeah, these are just my thoughts and my own interpretation of the fellswap gold AU, and I have so much more that I’ve thought of for it and can’t wait to share. But, I do want feedback, so... does this sound interesting at all? I’d really like to know. I mean, I’m gonna do it anyway, but still.

#Haru's ramblings #undertale #fellswap gold

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twitchesandstitches · 4 years

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Miscella Vs the Fleet: old wounds

Spinel was something of an outsider to the Fleet, and walking through the rubble that had been a street market only a few hours ago, she felt that she was missing out on a lot of context.

Robots, humanoids, chimeric mash-ups and the periodic holographic manifestation of digitally encoded mind-states sat against the wall, nursing their wounds, wincing as medic-clerics carefully extracted acids specifically designed to counter the most common methods of regeneration against the Fleet. People who had chitinous bodies or alterations had watched their armor melt and then screamed as the acid had bitten at flesh and blone; those with powers centered around manipulating energy had been hit by anti-magic devices that disrupted the delicate flow, causing their bodies to break apart and explode on the spot, surviving only through sheer bloody-mindedness.

Gems weren’t immune. Spinel vaguely recalled agonizing pain before she poofed, and whatever it did had set the delicate balance of mutagenic forces plaguing her into overdrive; even now, the corruption raced through her, her projection slowly warping and turning acidic, spiritual pain sliding inward. And her Gem, mounted between breasts so large they made up a massive chunk of her entire mass, was a mass of jagged mineral, her rosey-red tinting into a dark and horrible shade of purple...

She heard it. The call of, of the thing from beyond the stars. The slow whisper, sliding into the back of her mind, drowned out just barely by the voices of other people.

But there were warm hands, kneading into her projections weak points where she got too rubbery to even move, pumping enough magic to stabilize it. It was a magic like fire, warm and, and kindly.

“Can you move?” Said a deep, rumbling voice that almost all solid baritone.

Spinel nodded, painfully standing up. She looked up into a tall and imposingly massive figure that could have been an ogre, or perhaps a goat, depending on how you looked at it. Perhaps even a nicer variety of demon.

The massive and exceptionally masculine figure sighed in relief; muscles individually larger than Spinel herself shifted beneath shaggy white fur, and a long face crowned by huge horns smiled softly. “That’s good. Please move carefully; I’m not sure how your magic might have been compromised.”

Asgore, she’d heard him called. The King of the Monsters, and a whole lot of other titles that made it sound like he’d seen a lot of extremely nasty things, and it was strangely appealing that he’d taken a bit of a shine to her.

Spinel frowned at the soldiers being led away; they weren’t local. None of them looked particularly modified on a biological or cybernetic level, though their fancy uniforms (very sleek, with a bit of an angular vibe to them) were definitely performance-enhancing exoskeletons. Power armor, she supposed, though not as clanky and ritualistically maintained as the sort you saw in her new group. The soldiers were a mixed group, of all manner of species, but whether it was a primate’s face or an avian turian’s mandibles or a glowy energy monster, they all had the same shut-down look of someone who was just doing a job and considered your presence to be beneath them; small time bullies who used what power they had to humiliate anyone they felt like.

They all had the same logo on them, which looked a bit like an infinity symbol surrounded by a spiral branching off into arrows pointing in multiple directions. “Who ARE those guys?”

“Miscella Incorporated soldiers, I believe,” said Asgore. “They have many private armies, of mercenaries and other such ruffians, but I suspect these are one of the in-house special forces they employ for touchy situations.”

Spinel blinked slowly. It had been a long day, not helped by a war rapidly escalating from a minor argument all at once. As best as she could tell, there HAD been a ship arrivng earlier, apparently to discus some trading rights.

And then there’d been yelling. And some of the Fleet members got way more intense about it than she’s ever seen, and they’d thrown punches after someone called them ‘disgusting mutants’, and then things really got out of hand.

At one point, a two-mile long ship had crashed right onto a city.

“So what the hell happened!?” she asked. “It was just a business thing; why’d they make it personal?”

Asgore sighed, looking very tired. “You should know... I’ve been with this group for a long time. Ever since we were nomads, roaming from world to world and fleeing our many enemies.”

Spinel glanced at him. Now did not seem the time for a history lesson. “Sure. You weren’t really the Fleet yet, right? You and your monsters joined up early on, then I guess Gems started finding you, and lots of other people... but it wasn’t like the way it was today. Things were a lot more fractious, you were always in danger, and the guys who’d form the Cobalt Stinger pirate empire were still with you.”

“Yes. Back then, we hadn’t run into those brutish sorts of the Imperial Commonwealth either. Our main enemy was... well. Miscella Incorporated.”

“...Why?”

“We passed near their worlds, and they took offense to us. You see, we didn’t use any of their currencies, we weren’t interested in buying any of their stuff save supplies or interesting gear, and most of all, we didn’t want to settle down in their lands and submit to their restrictive policies.” Asgore frowned. “Mega corporations, like Miscella, institutes some very harsh restrictions for their people. Depending on how the local branch implements it, they can often be little better than legal slavery. People are legally the property of whatever sub-corporation that has them employed, and they cannot move to other planets, change careers, or gain additional income without approval. Sometimes, they are even forced to have surgery and monitoring devices installed so they cannot think thoughts that Miscella would disapprove of.”

“That’s horrible.”

“Yes, that’s what we thought. We told them no. We said, on many ocassions, that our pride wasn’t worth whatever profit they offered. So things got much worse from there; Miscella is a bit of a control freak, as a whole, and since we would not comply, they tried to force us into either compliance, or to wipe us out and indoctrinate us.” He shook his head. “I honestly don’t know if this kind of policy is company-wide, or if we were simply unfortunate enough to be in the crosshairs of a particular branch that hated people who were from social margins... but they killed us, hounded us, chased us across hundreds of worlds. We fought back, and killed lots of them. At times, we were a roaming horde, destroying their towns and claiming the ruins as loot, just to survive. Revenge, and so on. And it wasn’t the Stingers alone that did such a thing, I can tell you.

“So blood for blood, and then both sides wanted revenge for the revenge we’d already taken, and so on. And so forth. It went on for a long time.” He sighed. “And so, now, there is a lot of bad blood.”

“Ain’t you guys ever tried to make peace, or at least force a cease fire?” Spinel asked. “We’re one of the biggest, baddest societies around; a single one of our heroines could clobber a whole army of theirs, I’m thinking.”

“True enough, but force alone is not a terribly attractive notion to all the clans, and given the scale of Miscella’s holdings, such total war would require absolute agreement among all the clans... and you know we argue far too much for that!” Asgore laughed, and then grew serious again. “But, miss Spinel, it’s not just revenge. Even if we didn’t have generations telling us, with bloody stories, not to trust them or give them an inch, our philosophies are wholly incompatible. You know, I think, that we in the Fleet believe that life, absolutely all forms of sapient existence, has the right to be free and become whatever it chooses, and to help all others prosper and live in contentment?”

Spinel nodded. “Yeah. I suppose that’s a reason I’m still here.”

“Indeed. Well, Miscella, I’m sorry to say, largely regards all people as resources. Sometimes... literally. Sometimes simply as markets to tap, or employees to use. But inevitably, they see people as tools and assets, fit only to serve their interests. Almost like a divine right of kings, but based on their own existing wealth and power; they consider themselves to be the rightful rulers of all existence, and all us must fall into line with how they think the world ought to be. They treat deviance from their cosmic agenda - which is an actual thing they have, some sort of flow chart of ultimate heirarchy and organization - as a personal affront. And we are nothing but deviants, you know!”

Spinel laughed. “I know!”

“So, our ideals and views are... too different. We see people and want them to be free. They see resources, and want to bring them to heel. Even if not for our mutual resentment, that would breed other problems. But ultimately, they are our oldest enemies.” He sighed. “And sooner or later, there will be war.”

“...We’d win that one. Right.”

Asgore looked troubled. “That’s the problem, though. I’m sure we’d win. The question is, how can we decisively win a war against such a powerful group, with our honor intact?”

#my writing #fics #crossthicc AU #twitchy!spinel #twitchy!asgore #twitchy!su #twitchy!undertale

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ripples-in-the-river · 4 years

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I'm posting this here (with the last one to show I really did write that) so I don't take like an hour of everyone's time in the comments to just rant about things.

So! Even Alphys admitted she was going to stop you but she didn't, because she felt it was an adventure. Basically, her love of anime saved you. And she tells you that. It's unclear how long this has been going on, I mean, we could argue that, in the light panels puzzle, Mettaton was there to rig the puzzle/spy on you. I mean, Alphys probably hacked into it to make it safe for you, you know? It was programmed to be random. But yeah, Mettaton tries to kill you -- to save humanity, which is honestly a great motive, I feel that, have fun.

But yeah! Undyne, Sans, Alphys, Mettaton -- Papyrus didn't know what would happen, he only thought you'd be captured. Dude's innocent. Doesn't even kill you at all. I mean, he does beat you up, and I doubt that if we saw him in any other context, any character whose motive is to capture your playable character would kind of be a bad guy, you know? I mean, I'm not going to go around town beating people up and locking them in my shed so I can impress people and crap. But it IS a video game so whatever. Ethics are butter.

But yeah -- most characters have had a motive to kill you, like, they WANTED to kill you except you beat them/out-determined them -- or something stopped them from it. But Asgore is the only one who has no motivation whatsoever to kill you. Like, everyone goes in detail about how killing you would BENEFIT them, how it's part of their life goal, their plans, their persona. But Asgore tells you he feels SAD, he's upset that you won't get to pass, he tells you to go live your life, he asks you to go prepare. Asgore is the only character whose motive is to help you, and whose agenda ISN'T like, all strung around killing you. His only reason is that the day his two children died, he yelled "this is war," and people took that seriously. I mean, maybe it was like, metaphorical? Maybe he didn't even think they'd actually want to kill all humans? Maybe it was more in a "darnit they killed our kids I hate them" way? But SERIOUSLY -- we know the only reason Asgore is doing this is because he wants to be there for his people. We know that he's only agreeeing because it makes his people happy. We see monsters as sweet people, which they are at some point, but also -- these people are the same dudes who keeps going on about "hey, have you heard? we're gonna kill another human and get out, sick". How many times do they talk so nonchalantly about killing humans who fall down? Like, it's been established that killing random kids to get to freedom isn't ethical. Toriel says it, everyone eventually tells you that, even freaking ASGORE keeps showing he believes it sucks, too. Yet the only reason it keeps happening is because, just like Undyne, the people of the underground are GLAD it happens. They WANT to get to the surface. And yeah, humans sucked, they hurt an entire kind of people just for some crap reason, they slaughtered them until they could only surrender, then they freaking SEALED THEM UNDERGROUND and left them there to die???? Like seriously????

And the game tells us that, and obviously you feel terrible. You're a human, you have to make things right. You can't leave them underground, you can't just do that. You feel part of those guys who hurt them. You're a human, you're the bad guy, you're their enemy, you hurt them. They're freaking justified, you say. Honestly, who doesn't want revenge? Who doesn't want freedom? Who doesn't want out of that situation?

Okay so edit: Asgore said that "every human who comes here must die". Textually, right? He did say that? Okay, so yeah, scratch that other thing. No reason. But he's still been the only character to not want to do that like, immediately after saying it. Everyone else had CONTINUED. Everyone else doesn't have that excuse that they're honor-bound to keep their promise to the people. That's only ASGORE. Yet you have Undyne CHOOSING to kill, you have a place where it's so mainstream that people like Papyrus can think that getting a place in the guard will make you COOL, you have kids talking about freaking UNDYNE in school. Like, can you believe if Toriel was here, they wouldn't even talk about that? Have you seen how she reacted, how horrified she was? She ran away for crap's sake, she even fought you to keep you safe, she came back to you and confronted Asgore. I don't think she would ever have worshipped the Guard like everyone does. But yeah, that's the thing. It's kind of part of the moral of the game how, when you do something for a long time, you lose your morals a bit. You become desensitized to what happens; Flowey explains how resetting made him bored of the world, and it's the same phenomenon that made the killing easy. So maybe after so much time talking about what the guard did, the underground started to normalize it, until there were no Toriels left to say, hey wait, these are kids, these are people, we can't murder them.

So yeah. And nobody really opposes it, except Asgore. Undyne fights you to save her people, just like Asgore. And maybe everyone does want to do that. Maybe that's just it, maybe it's kind of justified that they kill people who pass down? Right?

So yeah. We're left with that big moral dilemma at the end, becahsd we can't prove either point without disproving rhe moral of the game. Killing random kids is wrong, but the monsters are justified in killing them. So is it good or not? You're the bad guy since you're a human, but you're also just a random kid who fell down. Feel bad for what humans did, but also you shouldn't be killed, but also you should.

I mean, eventually, we can just say, yeah, Flowey's bad. Chara's bad. Whatever, you know? The few antagonists we see that you can't really befriend are the only ones we portray as evil. Everyone has a reason -- Flowey's bored to an extreme, Chara hates humans, we know and we support, they're all wonderfully crafted antagonists we're almost happy to see at this point. I mean, see how sympathetic we sjow them in comics or art? Flowey is grumpy and kind of a sarcastic, annoyed lil thing, who yells threats and might kill you sometimes, but overall he's fine. Chara's almost not scary after all those AUs where they're this killer whose violence is mostly used for dark humour or just comedy, they have a knife and threaten you but it's mostly dumb, and they like chocolate and screw around with Flowey. And whenever they're threatening, they'll be against Sans, or Frisk, to show the duality between them. And yeah, I guess it's just that there are no easy answers in this game so we make up our own. There's a reason things are called dilemmas, it's because they're hard to choose from.

#undertale #undyne #dr alphys #metatton? mettaton?#queen toriel #king asgore dreemur #gerson boom #frisk the human #chara the human #flowey the flower #dr w.d. gaster #writing #pictures

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localmagicalboi · 5 years

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✨ ❝adrift.❞ | grillby & vi.

✨ @flamefell vi @ asgore tbh: just kill me, my guy.

No cellphone reception, still. Cool! Neat and fantastic. Exactly what he wanted in a situation like this. There was a lot to process in the short time he spent... Well, wherever the fuck he was. All Virote wanted to do was get away from everything for a while after a crazy day at the hospital, the hours of internship required for his career crushing him into a fine, fine powder. All he wanted was a break. That's why he hiked up the mountain. Like some god damn fool.

All he wanted was to get away from everything. BUT, GOD, NOT LIKE THIS.

That flower, that ( goat ) lady, too. The monsters that kept coming and coming, triggering his flight or flight response. What, you think he'd fight? You've got the wrong guy, then. Though, at this point, all things considered, he wasn't sure if he was having the longest, exhaustion fueled hallucination. Did he encounter a skeleton, too? Why was there snow here? What... Ever. Whatever. He was tired. Ducking and dodging and slinking his way out of dangerous encounters was taking a toll. In the words of one of his favorite memes: Guess I’ll die.

Snowdin. Something like that. He zipped by the sign so quickly that he didn't even read it thoroughly. Reading wasn't even important, not anymore. Just escaping. But, what was the use of trying to escape without stopping to rest? Especially somewhere so frigid, too. Fuck this place, it’s— ❝WHOA, IS THAT A BAR?❞ Oh, amazing. He'd be able to drink himself into a comatose state and never have to worry about this ever again ( until the unfortunate day where he'd have to wake up, but maybe the world will have imploded by then. )

Would it be a risky move to wander into a strange building? Yeah. Was there a chance that he'd have his throat slit immediately, thus ending his journey? Of course.. Did he really want a daiquiri? ABSOLUTELY. If they had some tequila shots, he’d truly be living. Until being killed, obviously. That was also neither here nor there. Virote placed his hand upon the doorknob, hesitant for all of five seconds, and then wandered in. First thing he observed was the tough crowd. Everyone looked so... How very. The bartender also looked, in lack of better words, how very. That didn’t stop Virote Srisati from taking a seat in front of him.

❝Hi,❞ he said, ❝I just want alcohol to numb my emotional pain, no trouble.❞ Smooth.

#[ ✨ to glimmer through hopelessness and cruelty: underfell. ]#flamefell #/ LOLLLL vi's just.... 'ugh please i just wanna drink and??????? never wake up. thanks sir.'

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messedupessy · 5 years

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If you’re still doing the character opinions thing: Asgore 👀👀

Heck yeah but just this one tho aye UwU ❤

favorite thing about them

God there is so many things I love about this poor goat man, like first that he is like such a fucking dad, he is just such a frikking dad gnjegkjgkje, his whole appearance is just something I love so much his design like yes, that he is a good ruler even though he is still a pushover, that he don’t let his sorrow take over anymore for what he knows he needs to do, that he loves gardening, he is a bit dumb but still like smart he is a good man who I srs love who have put himself in one big bad situation that he can’t really get out of so all he can do is push forward and go along with it even though its fucking him up inside rkjegkekjferkjge he is like just too fucking kind but he will do what he thinks is best and stick with it and he so big and fluffy grekjgekjr

least favorite thing about them

That he is in fact such a fucking pushover, like if he just stood up for himself properly things could probably turn out a bit better, and the fact he let his anger take over him at the loss of his kids, like I get that he was filled with anger and grief which is completely understandable, but the fact he still went through with it even though he quickly regretted his words like it sucks, sucks so much because he is srs such a kind man but he just can’t find an alternative to the mess he have gotten himself into because he is such a pushover and got no other idea and just fuck but its so in his character and just yeah I both hate and love it because it makes him so complex and it makes me sad that ppl way too often just writes him off as this bad guy but like what else could he do his kids got killed his wife left him and he had a kingdom he had to make sure held onto hope or else they would end up falling down and die the whole lot of them so he made a sacrifice of his own well being and the death of 6 kids for the sake of his ppl and i hate and love it gnkjgekjge

favorite line

There are several but this one: “Oh… I see! In that case, I’m not sorry, Frisk.” like that whole dialogue is so frikking good rnjkegkjegkje like srs Asgore no xD not sure if I got the correct text tho but yeah he says a bunch of funny and good stuff ye

brOTP

Him and Undyne like srs I love their relationship they are such father and daughter and I adore it af yes, and also him and Gerson they old bros yus

OTP

I really like having Asgore paired up with Sans, Sansgore, its a really cute ship which there should rly be more of bc its good like really good yes

I also will always lowkey still ship him with Toriel even tho they will prolly never end up together in such a way again and also bc it would be pretty unhealthy if they did, but hey still ship it its sad af ye xD

And this is not really a ship but more that I love Alphys crush on him bc hey who can’t help but crush on good old fluffy buns aye

Also him with a fellow Asgore would be really cute have barely ever even seen any of that but darn it would be real cute man grengekjkj

nOTP

Asgore and Undyne romantically like just nah nah nope nope

Also Asgore with Papyrus I dunno why but I am hella meh about it, tho it might change if I find a story etc I like with them but until then its a nah

random headcanon

WARNING TRIGGER WARNING DOWN BELOW

Mhhh that he is very good at pretending he is fine, that he is not extremely depressed and grieving af and the fact he just hates himself so much and is prolly pretty damn suicidal, bc hey killing kids and losing your kids and also your wife who was the only one who could prolly come up with a different way of handling it all really fucking takes one big toll on a guy aye, and i feel like if he was left with like no proper help on the surface after some years of knowing his ppl would be all right without him, he would prolly end up taking his own life or just simply fall down bc he will keep on blaming himself for everything and just yeah the weight of 6 kids deaths on his shoulders is one heavy burden which he have carried for many, many years and even though he tried to persuade himself that what he did was right bc his ppl got all hopeful etc so did he still know it was wrong but what could he do it was working and he just hates himself etc and i feel i am just rambling right now but yeah gkjegkjgekj

unpopular opinion

He is not the fucking villain stop making him into a frikking villain all the time like pls??? especially when it comes to like soriel stuff which i don’t really look at much but when i have found it etc Asgore almost always ends up as the villain and his personality gets all frikking twisted and not him and I hate it, because he is so fucking kind and one big af push over like yes he could totally become a bit jelly over the fact someone else is dating Toriel but he wouldn’t do anything about it bc he is a god damn pushover and would also be happy for her in finding someone else after the first sting, and that he sees himself as the scum of the earth and she deserves someone else than him and so on like srs he wouldn’t do shit as it wouldn’t be his business anyway and just ugh hate it

Like Asgore is not evil, yes he have done bad shit but he did not really have any other choice especially since the only one who could had made him change his mind run off and hid in the fucking ruins when she easily could had made him change his mind but nope even tho I don’t blame her bc she was so upset and disgusted by his actions bc who wouldn’t be but still gnjekgkje

Because both Asgore and Toriel are to blame for what happened bc if they had just done things differently things would had turned out so much better but alas they let their grief and anger take over them both and here we are and like stop making toriel into this paragon of awesome when she is just as much to fucking blame stop pushing all the blame and hate on asgore he is already busy blaming himself jkrengkjgkejr

song i associate with them

This sad bouquet by The Ark, it has been his song for me for like frikking ages now, bc like srs just look at the lyrics:

It took time, took time to develop a conceptA new mebased upon the traits from which I could not fleeIt took time, took time to embrace the natureof my dreamsAll this time just turned into a sad long wait

This sad long tale of moments pass’must come to an end before it is too lateWasn’t born to hate, I was made to lovebut I never knew it was so hard

It took time, took time to accept the factthat one must loseeverything except what you do not choose

It’s taken time, long time and yet more timeit will takebefore my heart is free and brave enough to break

This sad long tale of moments pass’must come to an end before it is too lateWasn’t born to hate, I was made to lovebut I never knew it was so hard

This sad bouquet of forget-me-notthat I threw away is growing scars and dotsIn this weary heart where there’s a bird, so shybut one of these days that bird will learn to fly

Srs it always makes me think of him so much and also been wanting to draw a pic based on the song of him but just never gotten around to it gnjenkgkjge

favorite picture of them

There are way too many good pics that I love I can’t choose gekjgjne

Don’t think I will take more of these but here’s a link to it ye

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Someone New Visits the Shop

Decided to play with the idea of Asgore visiting Sans’s store in Deltarune. This is part of my soriel themed fics that came before it, so please, keep that in mind before reading. I was super excited to write Asgore since I have mostly written post neutral UT fics (meaning he is dead) or the fic had situations in which he really wouldn’t be there. Hope I did the guy some justice!

(I posted it on my AO3 and there are two other chapters. My AO3 goes by the same name. I will add the chapters to the UT Master List so they can be found. If I link them here, this post won’t be seen in searches of the tags.)

Running a store took far more energy than he thought it would. The first days of being open were slow as the citizens of the town were still discovering the new shop. Now that word had gotten around, it was becoming much busier. As soon as he opened the store this morning a group of police officers, led by the fish monster Undyne, came barging in buying a hoard of donuts, coffee, other pastries, snacks, and drinks. By the time they had left, it felt like a massive whirlwind had blown through. Even as the majority of the group had left some of the figurative storm remained behind. Contrary to his belief that she’d rather not have to deal with him, Undyne was still there talking to him for reasons he couldn’t figure out.

“Here’s an idea,” she started, taking a bite out of a donut she had yet to pay for. At this point, he didn’t care. She could have it for free as long as she makes it a point to meet his brother. If she doesn’t, he’ll just add it on the bill next time she stopped in.

Before it disappeared with the rest, Sans grabbed himself a jelly-filled donut and started to eat it with some milk. Technically, he had grabbed two donuts for himself, but Undyne had snatched the second one right out of his hand and started feasting on it. All the more reason he wasn’t going to be picky about her paying; after all, he wasn’t going to pay for it either. Still, he had been hungry and would have liked to have had it, instead of her grabbing it and declaring she was “looking out for his health.” He had been late leaving home that morning and missed breakfast. He’ll count this as an early break since it wasn’t so busy. He’ll also remember to make sure Undyne was gone before eating anything from now on.

When Undyne couldn’t continue because she still needed to clear her mouth, Sans nudged a bottle of milk towards her. Again, it was something he could charge her for if she didn’t uphold her promise. She opened it and downed half of it before slamming the container down. “Hot fridges!”

That… that was not what he expected to hear. “hot... fridges?”

“Yeah! See, you have those freezers and fridges that keep all the food cold, but what if you had a thing like them but they keep food hot or warm,” Undyne smiled big as she said that.

Sans raised a brow ridge, trying to understand where this “idea” was coming from. “okay, i guess i need to warm up to the idea. just, uh… why?”

Undyne glared at him for the pun or the questioning of her idea, possibly both. “Why? Because hot food is better than cold food. That’s why!”

“yeah, ok,” Sans said as he reached over and grabbed Undyne’s giant, insulated, coffee mug. He let her fill her own mug, instead of filling up a bunch of cups. It seemed fair and will keep him from running out of coffee cups. Considering her, though, he couldn’t help but wonder if she’s drinking too much caffeine. The stuff was technically a drug. “i think it’s time i cut you off,” he joked, though a small part of him wanted to be serious.

“Take my coffee and I’ll book you for theft,” Undyne growled, showing off her dangerous looking teeth. Though, he believed she was joking too as there was a hint of a grin on her face.

Sans released her mug and held his hands up in surrender. “whatever you say, officer. i’ll keep the, uh… hot freezers in mind.”

“YOU BETTER! It’s the best idea! You could sell a lot of awesome precooked food!” Undyne said as she finally grabbed her things and started out.

Sans thought for a moment, returning to eating his donut. Precooked food did seem like a good idea after all. Though he still wasn’t sure about a “hot fridge,” she may be on the right track. He’s just a little confused on how to properly use her idea. Sans finished his breakfast and got up. The snacks weren’t going to restock themselves.

He went in the backroom and dug out a box of snack foods to restock the shelves the officers had left bare. As he walked out of the stockroom he heard the annoying buzz/ding indicating that someone had entered the store. Perhaps, if he could figure out if that sound was meant to be a buzz or a bell he wouldn’t find it so annoying. The fact he can’t tell what it was, made the sound irritating. Though, that might be why his bro selected it. Papyrus most likely also knew Sans would be too lazy to change the sound, no matter how annoyed he got. “hello,” Sans said, not looking to see who walked in yet. “if you need help, let me know.”

“Oh, well, I’m here to talk to you, actually,” replied the customer. That was odd, he tried to think what he might have done to upset someone to cause them to want to talk with him. But, as far as he could tell there wasn’t anything that he had said or done that he hadn’t already been yelled at for. Other than that “befriended” joke, he had been trying his best to make a good impression for the sake of… well… the whole reason why he chose to move to this town. Curious, Sans set the box down and headed to the front of the store.

“alright, uh, what’s up?” Sans asked, but he quickly had an answer. This guy was up. He was tall. Granted, nearly everyone looked tall to Sans, but this guy was taller than most people he had considered tall.

“Howdy!” The goat monster said with a smile. In his hands was a vase with some flowers, which he handed to Sans. “I wanted to welcome you to the town. As a fellow shopkeeper, I thought I should take the time to come over and see how you were doing and if you needed any help.”

“oh, uh… thanks?” Sans looked at the flowers he was now holding. He then turned and put them on the counter as he looked them over more. Those flowers couldn’t be cheap. That flower shop must be making this guy plenty of money if he was willing to just give away flowers like that. “they look... nice. thanks for the welcome, i think i’m doing alright, though. if i do need help, i’ll know to ask… uh…”

“Oh, how rude of me, I’m Asgore Dreemurr.”

“asgore, pleasure to meetcha. the name’s sans, sans the skeleton.”

Wait, didn’t Tori say her Ex ran the flower shop? So then, Asgore was that guy? He didn’t seem like a bad person and Sans couldn’t help but wonder what it was that caused the two to get a divorce. Perhaps it was because he was friends with Toriel, but this meeting suddenly felt awkward. Asgore seemed oblivious to that, though. This guy wasn’t what Sans imagined when Tori was talking about her Ex last night. His imagination had conjured up a real jerk or creep, not this person with a large happy smile and friendly gaze. Though, in retrospect, Tori most likely wouldn’t have married him in the first place if he had been like the monster Sans had made up in his mind. She would have avoided a guy like that if that was the case. Which brings back the question of what happened? Anyway, as much as he wondered about why it really wasn’t his place to know. If Tori wanted to tell him, then, and only then, he would know.

“A pleasure to meet you as well, Sans the Skeleton.” Asgore extended a paw to Sans, and Sans took it. His far smaller boney hand easily disappeared as if engulfed by the larger furry paw. Ever so gently, Sans felt Asgore’s claws tap on his bones as they shook hands. It was not a threat and was unintentional most likely. Like most monsters with paw-like hands, claws were just part of the deal. He had felt claws against his bones when shaking hands plenty of times. As long as he isn’t scratched, he has never minded that feeling. Yet, at that moment, it almost sent a shiver up his spine.

The more Sans looked at the guy, the more he saw that nothing about this guy hinted he would even threaten a fly. Still, that light contact of those sharp claws reminded Sans that this seemingly harmless monster still had his teeth, claws, and magic. As much of a pacifist this guy was, he could still fight. And he was still trying to regain Tori’s affections. Trying harder than Sans ever would have. Chances are if Asgore felt threatened by Sans, there was little Sans could do to not be dusted by the guy. If the far smaller and fragile skeleton had any sense of self-preservation he’d make sure his friendship with the lady in question stayed just that.

And yet…

“Well, I should be going,” Asgore said with the same bright, happy smile. “I have a shop to run…”

“you need anything while you’re here? even if you can’t keep ‘em at your shop, i can have the stuff dropped off later,” Sans figured the guy had to need something, and if he had the cash as the flowers hinted, it would be best to encourage business.

“Oh, well, thank you, but no… I… well… I’m running a little short this week,” Asgore admitted.

That caused Sans to pause in thought. Then he started to put all the small and subtle clues together. First, there was Tori, who was just in here last night complaining about the flowers Asgore gives her. Then he remembered that, just the other day, he saw an alleyway with trash cans packed full of well-tended flowers. He thought it was odd then but didn’t think much on it at the time. Now, though, he couldn’t think of anywhere else those flowers could have come from other than Asgore’s Flower show. Now Asgore, the flower shop owner who should be trying to earn money with the flowers he grows, just gave him, Sans the skeleton, expensive looking flowers as a welcome gift.

Asgore wasn’t bringing in a lot of money, he was bleeding it with his overly generous behaviors. Instead of selling his flowers, Asgore was giving them away to his ex-wife and anyone else he thought needed a smile from having a bright bunch of flowers. Sans inwardly winced with a sudden pang of guilt. Here the guy was being nice and Sans tried using that kindness for personal gain. The vase of flowers was a kind gift that Sans didn’t even know if the guy could even really afford. At this point, he couldn’t pay for those flowers or reject them and tell Asgore to go sell them. If he tried to, it would come off as an insult. Judging by how Asgore seems to be, he’d most likely be hurt by that, but hold all the pain inside.

Geez, this guy was almost hopeless with his poor business skills, but he made up for that by being easily likable. No wonder people were bugging Tori about taking him back. If they were only looking at it from Asgore’s side, they would feel sympathy for the guy and just want to see him happy. But Sans still stood by what he said to Tori. If she didn’t want him back in her life, she shouldn’t feel forced to take him back. It’d be worse if she did, for both of them.

Sans put his hands in his pockets and thought for a moment. “that’s alright,” he finally said, kicking himself for what he was about to do. He shouldn’t be so nice, he needs the money, but he wasn’t going to let someone go hungry. If he didn’t do this, he knew he would only feel guilty for turning him away. After all, Asgore did ask Sans if he needed any help. He should return the favor. “i’ll open a tab for you and you can pay it off later.” Though at the rate Asgore was going, Sans wasn’t going to hold his breath. Chances are, he’ll never see that money, but who knows, maybe he will. “us shop owners gotta stick together, right?”

“Thank you,” Asgore said with a bright smile. Something Sans said must have lifted his mood, as Asgore happily accepted the offer. He then grabbed a few things that he apparently needed. It really was just a few; obviously, he didn’t want to take advantage of Sans’s generosity which Sans was thankful for. Asgore had grabbed only the bare essentials, that’s for sure. Sans was tempted to add a few things to the bag to give the guy a few more things that he may need. But he decided not to push it at this point. Sans made a note of what Asgore got and the cost then waved the guy goodbye.

After he was alone again, Sans sat there a moment and sighed. He looked at the flowers, understanding now what Tori meant about feeling guilted into forgiving him. By no means was Asgore trying to guilt Sans into being nice, the guy was genuinely trying to be kind. There was no malice there or ill intent. The guy really just wanted Sans to feel welcomed to the area. And while Sans didn’t need to open the tab, seeing how everything was it just felt rude not to return the favor. It would be awesome if they lived in a world where they could just forget about money and all be kind like that. Or if the flowers had just been a simple bunch without the vase, Sans wouldn’t have felt such a need to pay Asgore back. Not that he felt bad that he had helped the guy, as it was clear Asgore needed help. But, Sans had this job for a reason. And while Sans could afford to do this with one customer (plus the kids who he’ll have to keep a socket out for), he can’t do this for everyone. Not if he wanted to keep his house.

Regardless, Sans might be heartless in the literal sense, but he wasn’t figuratively. He’ll keep this running tab for the guy because he was nice and deserved a break. It might not be the break Sans was sure Agore really hoped for, the one where Toriel forgave him and took him back. But it was still a chance for him to not feel so stressed by needs. After Sans’ talks with Toriel, he was surprised Asgore was still hoping for Tori to take him back, but that seemed to be the obliviousness of him. He must not be picking up on the cues Toriel was giving him. At least Toriel seemed alright with her kid visiting Asgore, which he was sure brought the guy some joy. So, hopefully, she won’t mind her friend being nice to her ex-husband. She didn’t seem the vindictive type to Sans… maybe a bit bitter, but not vindictive. Angry, but not hateful. Willing to speak ill of Asgore but not do anything against him.

But then, Sans didn’t know her that well, yet. This was just his first and second impressions. But last night… she really opened up to him. If there was hate there, he didn’t sense it from her. Who knows, there might be hope for the guy after all.

…

Thinking back to last night and that look on her face while she spoke about Asgore, Sans doubted it. Add in what she said, he was sure that even if Tori did forgive the guy that the relationship was still over. And perhaps it was best for the both of them. They would have a chance to find someone new. Someone who would love them and be there for them. Someone who Tori could be open with and feel comfortable with.

A person who shares her sense of humor and loves to hear her laugh.

… huh… at some point, he stopped thinking of the two and just thought about Tori...

He got up from his stool and went back to restocking the snacks. It was time for him to turn his focus back to everything he needed to do and stop thinking about Tori. All these thoughts of Toriel were reminding him of the sound of her laugh and how wonderful that boisterous sound was. Her clever wordplay. Really, there was a lot about her that was beautiful. Even when she was glaring down at Sans with all her wrath behind her gaze.

… He had no sense of self-preservation, did he?

And this was just the start of the day, he didn’t even have his lunch break yet.

#Deltarune #soriel #Sans #Undyne #Asgore #I'm just having fun with the idea of Sans running a store #okay?#Seriously though #I hope I wrote Asgore well #The guy deserves love #I'd like a big old Asgore hug please

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You pick the skelebros, please include classic. They find out that their s/o is a writer, and writes amazing stories, full fledged books, but never shows anyone because she thinks they’re shit. She writes mostly romance, and a lot of it is monster x human, and then she also writes fantasy, but usually portrays the humans as the villain, not the monsters. She has one book, that is actually about everything that has happened since they fell into the underground, in extreme detail. Everything.

(I did UT, MT and Gaster!Sans and Papyrus)

Undertale!Sans

Sans found out about your work through Alphys who hadrecently fallen in love with your newest novel involving a “Shape ofWater” vibe and showed it to Sans who instantly recognized the Author’sname. Wanting to reveal he knows of your books in the cheekiest way possible,Sans asks Alphys for the cheesiest romance novel you made, and she hands himthis book called “The Tale of the Underground”.

Sans kinda just snorts at the title, inwardly squealing athow cute the title was and began to read it. He was surprised that this wasBASICALLY your diary dictating your thoughts as you travelled the Undergroundand…ooooohh boy, haha, Sans pulled at the collar on his shirt.

Ho boy was this detailed.

Marking the page, Sans went home and awaited your arrival.The second you walked in the door with a distracted “Hey, Babe!” Sansopened the book and read aloud: “…after sans had licked the red spaghetti sauceoff his teeth, i suddenly had the hugest urge to kiss his teeth until my lipswere numb.“

Silence was the only response he received.

“that offerstill stand, dear?”

Undertale!Papyrus

This sweet cinnamon roll was simply dusting (the dirt kind,not the dead monster kind) the house when he came across an unfinished booksitting on your desk wide open. Papyrus wasn’t one to snoop, he honestly didn’tmean to, but he saw the words “Papyrus” and “Gorgeous” nextto each other and allowed himself to read several one chapter.

Wowie!! Whoever this author is must have VERY good sourcesbecause it sounds like his wonderful S/O wrote this from entirely their persep-OH!! IT WAS!! Papyrus felt a wave of embarrassment and fluster overflow hisemotions. H-HE REALLY SHOULDN’T CONTINUE, BUT…HIS S/O OBVIOUSLY PUT A LOT OFWORK INTO THIS BOOK A-AND HE SHOULD BE ABLE TO GIVE AN ADEQUATE CRITIQUE!!

So he read everything up until the part you stopped writing(which he spent a good 10 minutes mourning over) before rushing back to hischores, waiting for you to get home later tonight.

Once you walked in the door Papyrus scooped you in his arms,twirled you around and planted a big fat kiss to your lips before allowing youto speak.

“Wh-what’s withthe greeting?” You asked, face completely red from blushing, “N-notthat I mind!” Papyrus simply grinned and kissed you again before helpingyou brush off the snow from your clothes.

“OH, NOTHING INPARRICULAR, I JUST WANTED TO HELP OUT MY ADORING SWEETHEART!”

“Aww, that’s awfully sweet of you!”

“WELL OF COURSE!! ALTHOUGH MAY I ASK A QUICK QUESTION?”

“Shoot.”

“HOW EXACTLY AM I A ‘PRECIOUS NOODLEBONES SKELE-BEAN THATCAN MAKE GLOOMY DAYS GO EXTINCT BY SOUNDING LIKE A BABY RATTLE SNAKE WHENEVERMY BONES RATTLE WHEN I’M HAPPY’?”

You just knew thatsentence was going to come back and haunt you….

Mafiatale!Sans (Colt)

He’s supposed to be grabbing a book on “how to wash bloodstains out of white clothes” when he sees your name scrawled across a bookin the “bestseller” section of the bookstore. At first he thinks it’s acoincidence, but then he picks up the book and thumbs through it, when this employee bounces along andasks if he’s interested in the series.

Series???? This should be good. Naturally, he says “yeah, but I dunno where tostart” which allows the employee to gush about how much she loves your work and how it has almost exclusivelyhuman/monster pairings that more often than not revealed the darker side ofhumanity through satirical situations and comedic monster characters.

Colt had to snort a little at that, not that he wasjudging (he was probably the reason you began the monster/human pairingsanyway) but he knew how much you wanted to repeatedly smack the whole ofhumanity with a baseball bat until it gained some sense and hey, the pen ismightier than the sword, right?

So after Colt accidentallybought one of the shorter book series, and a book labelled “Trip Down Under” heleft the store (completely forgetting his original goal) and began devouringthe books whenever you weren’t with him.

Once he got to “Trip Down Under” he nearly had a heart attack.Before this book, he thought your other ones were marvelously written, balancingpure, unadulterated snark with mushy romance (a trait that he was proud toadmit only he was the recipient of irl)but this one was………an extremelydetailed step-by-step walkthrough of your entire trip in the Underground.

Granted, there were different names and places andenvironments used, but this was creepy!!!He specifically remembered having this exactsame conversation with you at 1am about whether or not condiments were anacceptable flavor spice for pet foods that the protag and her romantic interestwere having.

So, what does he do? After his post-mission meeting withDon Asgore ends and he heads home and proceeds to do your normal routine of smothering each otherin relieved affection before placing his hand on your back and the other onyour head, dipping you backwards.

With a feral grin, he leaned in and whispered to you: “Am Iliving up to your expectations as your bone-ified,straight-shooting, suave-talking punster of a soulmate?”

You suddenly regretted every life choice you’ve ever made.

Mafiatale!Papyrus (Sniper)

This guy was most likely gossiping with Bayonet (Undyne)when she offhandedly mentioned this romance novel series she was reading thatwas set in a fantasy world that had a boss fight similar to the one she experienced when you had gone through Waterfall. Shethought it was just a coincidence, after all, the fight became common knowledge after a while but Sniper’s experience taught him nothingwas a coincidence.

So he went and Googled everything he could about thisauthor.

He found online versions of your books, and read the book that Bayonet said she was reading, and BOY WAS HE SURPRISED. You certainly were detailed in your adventures, but you changed enough facts and names and places so it seemed that every important Family Secret you experienced were all different.

Being the little prankster he was, Sniper wanted to give you a scare. But, in order to do that, he had to pretend he had just heard about your book, and went and Google’d a picture of you.

WOWZA, DOES THIS PERSON LOOK FAMILIAR!!! HEY, S/O! COME LOOK AT THISPERSON!! YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU HAD A TWIN!!!

You briefly considered lying to him when you felt embarrassment and a bit of fear well up inside you, but that idea wasquickly erased. “Sniper, darling….that’s….that’s me!”

Sniper looked back and forth between you andyour online picture before turning to you with a flirtatious smile: “OH GOOD, FOR A MINUTE I THOUGHT SOMEONE HADSTOLEN MY RECIPE FOR FONDUE! WINK!”

“OH MY GOSH, SNIPER!!!!”

Gaster!Sans (G)

You and G were out on a casual date in the town, arms linked, pulling you close together as you wandered aimlessly, idly chatting abouteverything and anything. Your romantic peace was interrupted by a pair of girlswho spotted you entering the park and ran over to greet you.

They immediately began squealing about your latest bookcalled “Echoes of Home” which set you off into an internal panic, G WASN’TSUPPOSED TO FIND OUT ABOUT THIS BOOK, OH STARS YOU WERE GOING TO DIE OF EMBARRASSMENT!!!

Without any regard for your dwindling dignity, the girlscontinued to fangirl about “Echoes of Home” Going on and on and on about howmuch they fell so hard for the “teeth-grindinglyhot-headed, self-righteous, aloof little jerk of a hunk”.

At one point in the conversation one girl looked over at Gwho had been relatively silent and said with an awe-struck face “Is this him???”She almost screamed with glee. Sensing this was your way out, your shushedloudly and began dragging G away with a quick wink to the girls who giggled andwaved goodbye (you were sure one was about to faint from swooning so hard).

Once you were both out of earshot G threw you a curious look“what was that about?” He asked, your face erupted into color and tried tobrush it off as nothing.

The matter was dropped until you walked past a bookstore with “Echoes of Home”displayed proudly on the window, showcasing the edition of the book with a picture of the main characters in each other’s embrace. “ain’t nuthin, huh?” He asked with anincreasing smirk, you frantically tried to pry G away, but CURSE HIS STRENGTH he was too hard to move!!

“huh, this guy on the cover looks like a weird version ofme. total coincidence, am i right?”

“YEP, ABSOLUTELY, LET’S GO NOW!!”

“ah, darlin’ I’m messing with ya. I’ve known about your bookwriting career for a while.”

“You wHAT!?”

“yeah, your fangirls are rabid.”

Cue an embarrassment-induced faint.

Gaster!Papyrus (Aster)

Aster was out on a grocery runwhen he came across an elderly woman struggling with her bags and decided tohelp her. While he was stuffing the bags inside her car, the old woman hadmentioned that he reminded her of the main protagonist in this book: Tall,suave, drop-dead gorgeous, and the personification of chivalry.

Since there wasn’t aplethora of writers in the Underground, Aster made an inquiry as to who thewriter was, the old woman couldn’t remember for the life of her, but she didgive him the book’s title and recommended he read them as soon as possible.

And so he did.

The book was a romance novel filledwith cheesy fantasies that were definitely made for the hopeless romantics.Scenarios of tall but gentlemanly heroes with a passion for science or artoften guided or encouraged a lost, starry-eyed female to follow her dreams andscrew with the system if it tried to stop her.

After several novels, hefinally read the one the old lady had recommended him, and, oh dear, is that-!!???It is!!!!

This book was a, uh, detailed edition of your travels in theUnderground.

He knows this because he’s the one who taught you thatspecific chemical formula of the carbohydrate strings which would allow foroptimum flavor!!!

And- hey wait, he rememberedthis part!! This was when he took you out on your first official date with him!!He was always so scared he over did it on the pulling out all your chairs,taking your coat, having no physical contact beyond hand holding or arm linkingbut this narrative showed that you-you….oh….didyou really think that?????

Aster felt his face explode incolor and he had to put the book he felt so flustered.

Later, when you came homethat day from a sleepover with Alphys and Undyne, Aster met you at the door likenormal, took your coat, kissed your cheek and asked you how your day was. Onceyou both got the pleasantries out of the way, Pap circled his arms around youand bent down.

“Do I really make you swoonjust by existing, my darling star?”

#gaster papyrus #gaster sans #mafiatale #undertale #mafiatale sans #mafiatale papyrus #undertale sans #undertale papyrus

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Baby Steps (ゴッドモードアーク (Goddomodoaku)) (God-mode Arc)

As everyone stepped into the skele-brothers' backyard, they all felt somewhat tense. Chara was especially nervous because she was thinking of what could happen if she couldn't manage. Undyne and Sans started setting up some targets; Papyrus got some test dummies ready to strike. Asgore got Chara a present that he had waiting for her for years. "Chara, I know you want to be able to fight, but I wanted to give you this." Asgore said, handing Chara a gift. Opening it up, Chara was surprised. "Dad..." Chara started, taken aback. "I...this...is for me? Why?" "If you are going to learn how to fight, you will need the proper tools and mindset. I cannot prepare you mentally, but what kind of father would I be if I did not at least give you the tools to succeed? I am not going to give you a handout, but I will give you a hand." "Dad...thank you." Chara gave her father a hug, and he returned it with a smile. "Don't worry. I'll make you and mom proud of me. I promise." "Chara, there is no need to." Toriel cut in. "Really? Why, mom?" "You already have." Chara teared up a little happily. "Thanks, mom." After the small family moment, Chara turned her attention to the make-shift training grounds set up in the backyard. "Okay, so I gotta admit, I'm very nervous right now. That being said, where do we start? Blocking, striking, dodging? What?" "Straight to business. I like that, but since when have you gotten yourself ready for a scrap?" Undyne admitted. "What?! What do you mean 'get ready'? Aren't you just supposed to fight or something?" "Nah nah nah. You're training right now. Normally, you WOULD be right, but since you've never did this before, chances are your reflexes could use some work. We're gonna start by doing a little stretching first." "Ah, come on! I just wanna do it already!" "Sorry, kid. This is how I did it when I was the captain of the royal guard. You think I'm just gonna bend the rules for you?" Undyne said, while stretching and prepping herself for training. "Well, I was thinking th-" "Nope! Sorry, kid. Now get to stretching. We got a long, hard road ahead of us." "Fine." Chara gave up and did as Undyne said. Asgore and Toriel practiced on their aim with their fire magic. Asriel and Mettaton sat and watched on the sidelines with a bored look on their faces. "Your majesty, aren't you going to train too, darling?" Asked Mettaton. "I don't need to train, remember?" Replied Asriel. "Yes, yes. We know what you were capable of as a flower, sweetie. I can't remember how many times you trashed my body. What was it? 10 times? 20 times?" "50 times." "Ah. Yes. Of course." Mettaton vindictively grabbed Asriel and threw him to his parents. "Oh, your majesty! Your son would like to train with you!" Asgore almost stepped on Asriel by accident before he heard Mettaton. "Huh? Oh, well that's gre-oops! Sorry, son. Almost didn't see you there." Asgore said giving his attention to his son. "So you wanna train with me, huh? Well, that's good. You will probably need it. You are not a flower anymore, so you cannot rely on your old attacks anymore." Asriel got up with his head tilted down. "You mean my...'friendliness pellets'?" Asked the young, cocky boss monster. Asgore simply tilted his son's head up to his gaze. "DO NOT get cocky with me, Asriel. If the situation gets worse, you need to defend yourself. Do I make myself clear?" Asgore's eyes flashed cyan and orange for an instant. "Crystal, dad." "Good. Now then, it is time that we teach you about magic. Unless you can tell us?" Asriel had a bored expression with a monotone so grating, he could be mistaken for a robot. "Magic is the expression of a monster's soul. It is through magic that shapes our very bodies. As our bodies shift and develop, our magic shifts and develops alongside it. It's also normal for magic to show traits about ourselves that are both good and bad in nature. For instance, say you can wield water. Water is flexible and freeflowing, but with the right conditions, its will is easily shaped." Toriel stopped the second she heard what Asriel said. "My my." Toriel said, astounded. "My child. So you DO know. You remembered what I taught you all those years ago. I'm so proud of you." Toriel and Asgore both stepped back. "Now Asriel, you see that target right there? I want you to use your magic to strike it." Asriel tried to summon an attack, but he couldn't muster up anything at all. He even pointed his fists at the target, but nothing happened but him making himself look like a fool. "You could not summon an attack, could you?" "Mom! Why isn't it working?! I thought something would just...like poof, or something, but nothing's happening, ma! Why isn't it working?!" Asriel started getting agitated, confirming that Mettaton and his father were right. Asriel then threw aside his pride, fearful for what could happen next. "Mom, dad, will you teach me how to use magic, please?" "Are you sure you are ready to learn, my child?" "Yes! Please! I'll do anything! Just please how to use it, mama! Please! I don't wanna die, ma!" "It is okay, my son. Calm down. Your father and I would be happy to teach you." "Really, ma?" "Of course! Your father and I have been waiting for the day we could do this with you, anyway! As long as you are willing to pay attention, we will teach you what you need to know." Asriel hugged his mother in relief. "Okay, mom. Sorry for the crap. I'll listen." "Thank you, my child. Oh, and one more thing your father and I wanted to ask you and Chara." "Yes, mom?" Chara asked while stretching her legs. "SINCE WHEN DID YOU TWO START SWEARING?!" Both Asgore and Toriel boomed at their children. "I want to know now! WHO TAUGHT YOU THOSE WORDS?!" Toriel was not amused at her childrens' language. "We got it from you, mom and dad!" Chara spat back. "Yeah, mom. Who do you think taught us those words? We got them mostly from you when you yelled at dad when we were younger." Asriel agreed with an almost blank look on his face. "You guys taught us those words. Didn't think we were listening, did you?" "I never yelled at your father; you take that back immediately, young man!" "If I'm wrong, then why did dad have bruises when you finished yelling at him for buying that one abandoned building in Snowdin?" "Yeah, Tori. I told you it could've be-" "AND I TOLD YOU THAT 'WE WOULD NEVER NEED THE GODDAMN PLACE'! FOR WHAT REASON COULD WE POSSIBLY HAVE TH-oh. Oh...no. So I really am the reason. Dammit. I knew there was something wrong when you said the f-word at dinner one night. I suppose I am to blame for another thing of our past, am I not?" "So not just a killer, an abusive wife, too? Yikes." Sans said, thoroughly weirded out and spooked by Toriel. "Awkward." Papyrus quiped. Everyone else just stared at the former queen in shock. "Hey guys, you can stop staring at mom now." Chara said, trying to defuse the situation while stretching her legs some more. "Hey, Asriel, can you help me real fast?" "Huh? Oh! Yeah, sure. Whatever." Replied Asriel. "Thanks. Now I need you to just grab my leg, and push it back. I need to really loosen things up." Asriel obeyed, but in a standing up position. "No, dude. I need you to get on your knees, and push back." Asriel was not in the mood to being embarrassed, but he did it anyway. "Sis, don't you think this is a little weird?" "Nah, it's cool. You're just helping me stre-oop. There it goes. Yeah, my leg just popped. That's better. Now push a couple more times, and we'll switch to the other one." Everyone was looking at the two, just snickering to themselves, except for their parents. "Okay, that's good. Now let's do this one." "Okay." Asriel was started to get embarrassed...and aroused, admittedly. He was really not in the mood to get turned on by Chara, whether or not they were related. "Come on, put your body onto it, and lean in. I wanna really make this one pop like the other one just did." Asriel started sweating upon hearing this. "Yeah, right there. Just like that. I really do appreci-whoa. Hey, Rei, what's that I'm feeling on the b-oh." Chara tilted her head up at her brother, only to see he was flustered, but didn't realize why until she looked at her leg. "Oh, man. Sorry. I didn't mean to do that to you. You should let go now." Chara whimpered with a blush. "Yeah. Thanks." With her permission, Asriel got to let go of Chara while they both sat down. They both shared an embarrassed glare at each other, blushing even more when Chara and Asriel made expressions to each other, with Chara's seemingly looking like she was saying 'did you want to fuck', with Asriel's expressions looking like a response saying 'yes, but that's gross, Chara'. Clearly both of them were noticeably embarrassed and aroused by the situation, even separating themselves from each other. They had never been more weirded out by each other than in that moment. "Asriel? Chara?" Toriel said, trying to get their attention. "Yes, mom?" They mumbled, still reeling from the moment. "Not until you're both 18. Also, let's get back to training." Toriel schooled her own children, and everyone just laughed. "MOM! HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN?! I DIDN'T ASK TO BE AROUSED! CHARA AND I ARE SIBLINGS! IT'S FUCKING GROSS, MA!" Asriel screeched, blushing wildly. "Yes, it is. Or it would be if you were both related by blood. Good thing you're not. It would be so much worse if you were." Asriel started angrily shedding tears, and Chara put her creepy face back on, fuming at her mother's words. Why the fuck would mom say that, she wondered. Did she know when I flirted with Asriel that one time? Whatever. After the awkwardness passed after 10 minutes, they finally got to the core of training. "Alright, kid. I think you're limber enough." Undyne said, congratulating Chara. "Finally. I feel limber, too." "Awesome. Now you see my hands? I want you to PUNCH THEM AS HARD AS YOU CAN! Act like my hands are your worst enemies, and PUNCH THEIR LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT! NNGGAAHHH!" Chara responded with a punch hard enough to almost leave a bruise. "Wow. Pretty hard punch for a human. Now those targets! Take that knife your old man gave you, and slice them up! NOW!" Chara let out a battle cry, and slashed wildly and swiftly, laughing maniacally while making her creepy face the entire time. She even jumped back, and threw her knife at one of the targets she decimated with a lot of force, enough to plant the knife enough to warrant force to get it back! Undyne was colored impressed...thoroughly. "Nice job." She admitted. "Thanks." Chara replied, catching her breath. "Now, if only those were real humans...then I would have...lots...of...fun." "You know, you remind me of how I used to be when you say that." "Oh, yeah. You used to hate them, too. With a passion. You and I would be best friends if you saw what they did to me. Makes me wish I wasn't one. That's why I love being with the monsters. Unlike those animals that call themselves humans, you guys have more humanity than my species is capable of." Chara shed a few tears in anguish, but snapped out of it quickly. "All right. Back to training." "Right! Now then..." Undyne said with an evil, almost murderous grin. "LET'S SEE HOW YOU DEAL WITH ME! FUH-HUH-HUH-HUH!!" "FINALLY! This is what I was waiting for! NOW LET'S GO, FISH LADY!" Chara roared, peeling out towards Undyne. "YOU GOT IT, KID! NNGGAAHHH!" They dashed toward each other without hesitation. Chara slashed at Undyne, but got blocked by her spear. Undyne countered with a spear blasting toward Chara, and it pierced her soul, knocking her back into the wall. Oddly enough, Chara only lost 2 hitpoints. "What the fuck?! Undyne, that...should've hurt more?" Said a confused Chara. "Come on, kid. I ain't trying to kill you. If I was, you would've felt a lot more pain. But you know what you will feel? THIS!!" Undyne motioned to the Skeleton brothers, and Sans levitated Chara up, only to slam her into the ground. "OW! Fuck, Sans! I felt that, you dickhead!" Sans didn't care as he lifted her again, but got her back on her feet. Chara then tried to sprint toward Sans, but found she couldn't move her feet. "What?! Oh, fuck." Chara noticed a green glow from her chest. "As long as you're green, you can't escape! Unless you face towards danger, you're going to hurt like hell." "Okay. What the fuck is that suppo-Ow! Oof! AHH! FUCK, THAT HURTS!" Papyrus and Undyne unleashed an onslaught of bones and spears at Chara. "Chara! When I said 'face towards danger', I meant FACE TOWARDS THE BULLETS!" "Oh! Well then, you got it! Now I'm ready! Go ahead and throw some my way; I'll block'em!" Chara wasn't just talk; she blocked the attacks well enough to the point where it was like they were never made. "Not bad! How about this!" Undyne said, returning Chara's soul to normal. Papyrus attacked Chara overhead, but she blocked it with her knife. She then got smacked in the stomach by some of his bones. As she was recovering from them, more popped up, but she ended up jumping out of the way. "Excellent, human!" Papyrus congratulated. "Now that you can dodge...you'll be taking me on." Both of Papyrus' eyesockets surged orange and yellow with his entire body gaining an orange aura, albeit faint. Chara got shaken, but snapped out of it before a bone could strike her again. She slashed through it, jumping around wildly, not knowing what Papyrus would do next. Then she heard a blast. A skull-like cannon burst a beam that headed straight for Chara. She couldn't dodge fast enough, but she only got grazed by her shoulder. "Dammit! Fucking..." She muttered to herself. She focused on the pain enough to forget her surroundings and got blasted again. She screamed in pain. She lost half of her hp, and fell to the ground. "Come on, human. You have to get up! You won't learn h-WHOA!" Papyrus got close to her, and let his guard down long enough for her to slash at him. She was injured, and she only had half of her usual hitpoints, but she stood up anyway. "Don't underestimate me; I can still keep going!" She managed, feeling the pain flow through her. "Oh! Still up to actually fight? GOOD! Still though, why do you say that?" Chara put a smug grin on her face, and pulled some candy out of her pocket. It was monster candy. "This is why." She put a piece in her mouth, and recovered 6 hitpoints. "All right! I'm back! If I gotta face you, that's fine, but I ain't hurting you." "Very well, then. It sure was a BLAST to train with you!" Papyrus said, aiming the cannon again, but this time, at Chara's face. She ducked out of the way before it could do anything else to her. Papyrus kept firing them more while she was jumping about, dodging the beams with an almost graceful tone to it. She then noticed the bones being used again in combination with the cannons, but jumped out of their way before they fired. "My, my! I suppose she is a match for me, the great Papyrus! But how? And where is she now?" Papyrus looked for her until she grabbed and subdued him. "To be honest, I don't know. Perhaps some of your greatness is rubbing off on me." Chara said with a smile. "Very well, human. I suppose you managed to defeat me this time." Papyrus said, admitting defeat. "I must admit, you seem to learn very quickly, and that could be useful, especially in combat." Chara got off of Papyrus, and helped him get back on his feet. "Nice job, kid." Undyne said with a sharp-toothed smile. "Looks like you take after your dad after all." "Thanks. Now Papyrus, what were those things you shot at me with?" "Those? Well, Sans and I call them 'Gaster Blasters'." Papyrus happily answered. "We call them that as a way of honoring our father because he was the one who created them. Sans and I have countless blasters at our disposal, but we don't use them unless we have no choice, for they are a strain to use on our end." "Then, when you stopped Frisk from...you know what, was that your special attack you were going to use on him?" "Yes, but it was stolen from me by that annoying dog!" "Yikes. Guess it's good that Frisk stopped before things got much worse." "Yes. I suppose it is. Still, one thing eludes me. How did you manage to disappear like that before I blasted at you again?" "You shouldn't have closed your eyes a second before you shot it off like that. I only barely had enough time to get out of the way." "Well...in that case, I think we can consider your training done for the day. Everyone?" Everybody else agreed, especially after seeing the light show. "Good! You did well today, Chara. As for everyone else but Sans, you can all go home now." So they did. It was a long, tiring, eye-opening, emotionally exhausting day. But at least it was finished. Or at least that's what they thought. When everyone else got back home in the evening, what happened next was...unexpected.

#undertale #chara (undertale)#asriel dreemurr #asgore dreemurr #toriel #sans #papyrus #undyne #alphys #mettaton #sorry for the long post #i'm trying to tell a story here #goddomodoaku #god-mode arc

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