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kusagrasskusa · 3 years

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Fell! Sans X Reader - "Boss is gonna kill me-"

Here at the Hamilcult, we support fluff fanfics in cringy fandoms that likely implement OOC cannon characters. That was sarcasm but even so, just know that this might be sorta OOC and this is fluff :3

Also, prepare for a Wattpad level written story and a shitty plot. I just got done writing a 7000 worded fanfic and frankly, I need a b r e a k.

Forgive me for I have sinned writing this

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Y/N yawned, rubbing her tired eyes before laying back on her chair. She sunk deep into her warm coat, the fluffy fur on the hood making her feel more relaxed. The coat was oversized black and red with big pockets, perfect for a human in a place like Snowdin. After all, at the post near the conveniently shaped lamp, Y/N was waiting in the blistering cold. Well, the scenery looked peaceful but it definitely was snowing and the air was terribly cold. The fur on the coat rubbed against her face, making her cheeks turn red from the contrast heat of it and the cold air.

She whined and pulled the coat over her head when a few snowflakes touched her face. "Cold," she mumbled tiredly. Y/N flipped her body to the side and whined again. This time, the problem was how uncomfortable her position was. So she tossed over to the other direction and laid her head against the chair. "...the chair is uncomfortable," she tiredly whined.

"If it's that bad then just fucking leave," a rough, annoyed voice spoke. It was Sans, the slightly taller skeleton with a red sweater on and without his coat. "I want my coat back anyway. You're getting ya' human scent in it and I don't want that kinda trouble," he continued. Y/N huffed and sat up straight. She was around his size to sat the least, but a bit thinner and shorter.

"But I thought you wanted me out here," she retorted. "You clearly get lonely here after a while so I wanted to stay with you."

"Yeah, well stayin' with me hasn't brought more customers, has it?" He replied, turning his head towards the younger girl. His red eyes seethe into her soul basically, but Y/N just giggled at his serious expression. The hood covered half her face so her eyes were widen, which they usually were. It's strange because even without the hoodie, something is always covering her eyes whether it's her hair or not. And without a barber in Snowdin and hundreds of people who want to murder her for being human, Y/N hair is bound to grow out anyway.

"You're so funny sometimes Sans," she complimented with a sweet smile on her face. "You have such a cute look when you're mad...well actually, I don't think I've ever seen you not mad before. I wonder what a genuine smile would look like..." she mumbled sleepily. Sans felt his cheeks light up a bit so he turned away from her, rolling his eyes. He wasn't used to such words at all.

"Huh?–" Sans jumped as he felt the girl's arms wrap around his body softly. She had slipped her arms out of the coat for Sans to out his arms in.

"Put the coat back on. It's big enough for me to fit back here," she giggled quietly as she rested her head on Sans's shoulder. Sans felt his fa e turn red and his body tense; he growled and turn his head towards her.

"I gave the damn thing to you, so wear it properly !"

"But you're cold and you're coat can fit us both."

"I don't care!" Sans hissed back, making Y/N giggled. The two friends often had times like this; wholesome and adorable with Sans getting all flustered. Sans barely even saw her a friend as he promised he would never let anyone get too close to him so he doesn't turn soft. But Y/N's persistent and sweet personality really struck him hard. Of course, he wouldn't go as far as to crush on her, right? No, their just good friends...

Y/N' cheeks puffed out and she pouted her lip like an upset toddler. "Sans, please? Just this once?" She asked as she squeezed him into a tighter hug. Sans scoffed and shook his head.

"No! What am I, some pueny pawn? I will not sink that fucking low," Sans seethed. Y/N was silent for a few moments before simply letting go of her tight grip and going lip against Sans's back. She head remained on his shoulder and luckily his sweater cushioned the feel of his bones, making this a comfortable position.

"I like this much better," she said tiredly with a warm smile on her face. Sans was sitting on a rather large chair that he got in order to find better sleeping situations without sliding off it, but because he was sitting on the edge of the chair, Y/N could easily slide behind him. She sat on her knees that were either side of him and yet it was so comfortable for her. "You're more comfortable than a chair." Her voice got lower and softer each time he spoke but it didn't lose its sweetness once.

"Yeah, well I ain't no damn pillow Y/N. Get the hell off me... Hello?" He asked when he didn't get a response. He turned his head to face the girl and saw her completely emersed into the dream world. It's true that he couldn't see her eyes, but he still could tell. He sighed heavily and turned his head in front of him.

"Huh‐ Ah!-" Y/N shrieked as she was pushed into the freezing snow.

"Ahahaha!" Sans laughed hard as he watched Y/N freak out. "I told you I wasn't no damn pillow!" He laughed as he put his hands on his knees. Y/N whined she stood straight up and glared at him. She walked over to him with a pout on her lip and lightly punched his arm.

"Hmph!" Sans chuckled at her adorable attempt at being angry and bopper her nose rough enough to push her away a bit.

"Was that supposed to make me feel bad, human? Well lemme tell ya', that just won't do," Sans spoke as his smile grew cockier.

"I wasn't even trying to hurt you, so don't start that," Y/N retorted. Sans rolled his eyes while he kept up his cocky smile. He shrugged and pu

"Yeah, sure. You fists are as strong as a fly's. You couldn't hurt me, even if you tried," he pushed. Y/N hmphed and shook her head. She pulled her arm back and punched him right in the shoulder as hard as her tired arm could. Sans just snickered and didn't even flinch.

"Wait, was that the best you got? I heard you humans are supposed to be strong." Sans shrugged his shoulders before pulling his hands out of his pockets and stretching. "Whatever, I guess it doesn't matter all that much. If you ever did decide to attack me, it's not like you'd live long enough to be able to lay a hit on me. And anyone else down here would have no problem given all they got to some little girl."

"I'm 20."

"Doesn't matter," Sans said as he put his hands back in his pockets. Y/N sighed and shook her head.

"You know I wouldn't hurt anyone down here as much as I know you wouldn't hurt me, Sans," her soft replied. To be honest, his name being spoken so sweetly had a good ring to Sans' ears.

"Yeah, well you can't blame me for being cautious. You humans put us down here, remember? You humans murdered so many monsters for no fucking reason then trapped the rest of us down here with your strong souls as aid. Then a few fallen human children came down here and either murdered a little, a large portion, or one of us. Still, you humans seem to be naturally turned to a genocide even though you have fucking everything you can possibly want on the surface. Us monsters have nothing, not even a real sun or moon, to make us happy, so our rage is justified." Sans finished his train of thought with a scowl; he turned his head towards the snow building up on the ground and glared at it. Y/N frowned, holding her arms to her chest.

"...Hey, Sans. It stopped snowing, so we don't have to worry about a blizzard keeping us from going to Grillby's," Y/N said as she looked out of the post, finally noticing the snow had stopped falling.

"Why would I worry about a blizzard? I got a shortcut that'll get us there in no time," he smirked and looked up at her. Y/N cocked her head questioning, humming. "Just follow me, aight," he spoke as he walked behind the post. Y/N caught up with him in no time while holding the sides of the coat close to together instead of zipping it. The sleeves just hung by her sides as she still wanted Sans to wear the coat with her cuddling up behind him, mostly because she could still use the hoode that way.

As they walked up to a tree, suddenly, Sans chuckled. The next moment, they were at the doorway of Grillby's and the absorbed by heat and warm light. Y/N looked around her frantically and confused, "how did you do that?"

"Ya humans got strong souls, us monsters have magic," he explained with a cocky smile. "Now let's go sit down at the bar instead of the booth this time. That drunk bunny annoys the shit outta me," he mumbled the last part as he walked over to the bar with Y/N following.

As she passed the dogs, one of them called out, "wait, is that a human? Isn't that the one we fought before?" It was Dogamy who spoke out, then causing her husband to talk back.

"I think so, yes, the one that turned into a puppy that liked to pet other dogs!"

Y/N giggled tiredly as she sat down at the bar besides Sans, listening on their conversation a few seconds longer before returning her focus to Sans alone. "I want a burger," she mumbled.

"Aight," Sans replied. He signaled for Grillby to walk over after he finished making a drink for another customer. The being of purple fire had what looked like a jagged white frown for a mouth, and he wore a skintight black vest with a white undershirt with rolled up sleeves and black jeans as his attire. He vest was also low cut, so an outline of his chest was visible. Although he had a serious tone, he definitely seemed like he could flirt successfully to any person he wanted.

"What," Grillby's echoy voice rung. The purple fire that made up his body flickered and cracked, making Y/N smile from the satisfying sound.

"Two burgers, put it on my tab," Sans replied, leaning on the counter with a mustard bottle in his hand. Grillby wrote down his order and walked towards the kitchen door with a "fire onlt" sign on it. He walked inside the kitchen and came out with a drink; it was F/D, something Y/N typically ordered when she came to the bar. He set the drink down in front of her.

"On the house," Grillby spoke. Y/N smiled softly at him, thanking him. "Tch," he responded before tending to other costumers. Grillby didn't really like Y/N, but he appreciated the little work and silence she brought him. She only spoke when spoken to, and she didn't order things that were hella hard to make and then complain about it. Sans growled, rolling his eyes.

"Fucking simp," he hissed. Y/N tilted her head, humming.

"Hmm? Why?" Y/N asked before taking a sip if her drink.

"He's losin' money by given out free drinks. And of anyone, to you."

"Well," Y/N smirked sweetly. "I come here a lot and that attracts monsters who want to see the human. So by being tourist attraction, he makes more money," she explained. Sans scoffed, his cheeks reddening.

"Whatever." Aww, our bebe skeleboi is jealous of the big, tall, muscular fire dude! Y/N giggled, patting him on the shoulder.

"I really appreciate you bringing me here with you. When you decide to pay your tab, remind me to contribute enough money to help." Sans shrugged, smirking.

"People like you are too nice down here, really."

"It feels nice to help someone."

"It's not so nice when people try to kill you over it," Sans retorted. Y/N frowned, nodding.

"I guess I didn't grow up down here so there isn't much for me to say, but I can't help but think everyone down here is kind but hurt. I mean, there's a lot about you I noticed that aren't so...pleasant, but you managed to treat me like a person with emotions and opinions. I doubt that of hundreds, you're the only one down here like that," she explained. Sans sighed again, rubbing his eyes.

"Like I said, people like you are too nice down here." Sans finished the conversation this way and then came a long moment of silence. In that time, Grillby came over with two plates with burgers on them. He set them in front of the two.

"Here."

"Thank you, Grillby," Y/N thanked with a warm smile on her face. Grillby silently nodded at her before walking away. She grabbed the ketchup and poured some on her burger, whereas Sans barely acknowledged what was happening around him. He was getting caught up in his thoughts right now, a bit overwhelmed with them actually. Finally, he stood up and walked away from the bar, heading out the front door. Y/N hummed and took a bite of her burger, watching Sans leave.

She set her food down and ran after him, leaving the restaurant right when he did. "Is everything alright?" She asked worriedly, making Sans scowl.

"God, y'know, you gotta stop assuming something's wrong. I'm fine. And either way, I wouldn't tell you some edgy shit no one cares about," Sans replied. Y/N was silent at first, then she took off the coat she still had on. Her hair brushed over her eyes as she did that, making them impossible to see. She put the hood on top of Sans' head before wrapping her arms together coldly. "Why do you're eyes always do that?"

"Do what?" She asked.

"If they ain't covered by a hood, it's covered by your hair. If not your hair, someone's or something's blocking your face. If it's not that, then you're head it turned away from view. It's weird," Sans explained. Y/N hummed, not noticing that until now.

"Well... Do you want to see my eyes?" She asked as she brought her hands up. She was wearing one of Sans's red shirts, which sorta made this moment more cliche but who cares. Sans slowly nodded, curious. Then Y/N pushed her hair out of her face, revealing her normal looking E/C eyes. Well, aside from the kindness and care that laid within them. And it was that feature that hit Sans first.

"Woah," he mumbled, tuning his full body towards her. "That's beautiful!" Y/N giggled, making Sans' face redden. He opened his mouth to form a quick insult to her in order to make him seem like he didn't mean it, but Y/N spoke first.

"Thank you. Your eyes are very pretty as well. It has a nice color to it, too," she replied softly. Sans huffed silently, looking to the side.

"I, uh...thanks," he mumbled as he put his hand in his pockets. He sighed and put coat on right, burying his face in the hood fur. It was obvious that he was pretty flustered right now and reddened, as he did truly feel his chest warm when he was around Y/N. It was strange for him to feel this way so he typically pushed his feelings away and told himself that he was just her guardian per say. But he knew deep down in his heart it wasn't true.

"Look, I got something to say to you," Sans pushed more harshly then intended. "And I don't wanna hear any of this being told or heard by other monsters, got it? This is us and us alone, ya understand? This shit is hard to say, so..." he drifted off. The snow was started to pick up again, making the scene look more aesthetic.

Y/N nodded, listening to him closely when began talking. "This shit isn't said very often down here; no, it's not said at all actually. But you're human, and you have a different heart so..." he trailed off again, scratching the back of his head. He looked Y/N in the eyes and gave her a flustered glare like if he was embarrassed, which she took no offense to. "I don't just give anyone the right to take my coat, waste my time, bother me, stop me from sleeping, and more. It's just you and Boss, and even he has less power than you."

He continued after a deep breath. "And its not because you're human or I pity you. In fact, I couldn't care less if you're soul is strong, since I could still break it; I couldn't care less if you fell down here, since we're trapped down here too. I let you do because... it's like a bandaid, just gotta say it... I care about you. Not even like a sister or close friend, no, I mean if you were about to be shot, I would jump in front of bullet so you could liev put your life happily. I love you."

Y/N was silent, sorta just staring. Her whole body was shook, frozen, and in shock. She didn't even know what she just heard or if she was dreaming. She even forgot that she was freezing due to being too caught up in her feelings. Sans stood there silently for about 10 seconds as well, before he face-palmed and grew red jn embarrassment. That's when a tear escaped the corner of Y/N's eye and a large smile grew on her features.

"Sans," she replied sweetly as she walked over to him. She fell forwards on him and wrapped her arms around the inside of the coat, around his sweater. The embraced him tightly and said, "I love you too!" Sans felt his heart move a little and a new feeling wash over him. Without being able to control it, he felt a genuine smile grow on his face as he hugged her back tightly.

"I'm so...glad," he breathed out heavily, his nerves relaxing. The two stayed in that position for a while before eventually breaking off. Y/N pecked him on the cheek before grabbing his hand.

"We should go back inside, hehe. The food'll get cold," she said as she motioned to the door. Sans nodded nervously, chuckling.

"Yeah, and Grillby will be pissed if we wasted food. I don't wanna deal with that again." The two fo them walked inside the restaurant/bar, they started their way back to the bar. Yet when they got in, the bar was silent. I mean, the restaurant was pitch silent; not only that, but many eyes were on them as they walked in. Y/N completely ignored their exists' and sat down on the barstool, picked up her burger and ate it. Luckily was still warm. Sans on the other hand was hella nervous. No, he was fucking terrified.

Grillby walked over to the two and leaned forward, so than when he whispered, only they could hear. "The bunny chick saw you two hug and kiss. Just play it cool, and they'll forget all about it in a few days." Well shit, Sans thought. Boss is gonna kill me when he finds out.

Y/N just ate her burger in peace, not really caring if other people knew about them. After all, it's their choice to laugh about like a boy kindergartener complaining about holding hands with a girl because it means their "dating," or to hear about it and mind their own business.

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smells-like-mettaton · 3 years

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soriel, 1 (chocolate) for the ask game?

Like a Box of Chocolates

Rating: G Word Count: 2734 Read on AO3: here

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"Ok. I brought a few choices," Sans said while sitting with his back to the door. He pulled a plastic sack full of chocolate and chocolate-adjacent treats out from under his shirt.

"Oh, you did not have to do that." The voice behind the door sounded embarrassed.

"It's no big deal." He shrugged instinctively, though she wouldn't be able to see it. "Not like I candy things like this for you very often."

The lady laughed, even though the pun was a stretch. She was a great audience like that.

"I cannot argue with that. After all, it is the choco-thought that counts."

Sans let out a wheeze. Man, she had him beat in the bad jokes department. He needed to up his game.

"What can I say, I'm a sweet guy." That joke would work better if she could see his wink.

"You certainly are, my friend."

Sans blinked. He hadn't been prepared for the genuine warmth in her voice. Now he felt something like a melted chocolate himself.

"Uh. You'd better wait and make sure I didn't pick out garbage before you say that." He chuckled nervously and spread out the chocolates in the snow.

"Alright. Hit me with your best choco-shot."

He laughed out loud at that one too. She could really squeeze some mileage out of chocolate puns.

"First off we have the MTT-Brand Chocolate Mettaton. Which is exactly what it sounds like. Chocolate in the shape of everyone's favorite robot superstar." He scanned the back of the wrapper. "Contains sequins and glitter, but it's still monster food, so probably won't cause any more indigestion than Temmie Flakes. Still, wouldn't blame ya if you passed on that."

The lady laughed. "I do not know this 'Mettaton,' but he sounds like someone…"

Her voice trailed off, the way it always did when she neared a personal topic. It seemed to be happening more and more often lately. Sans didn't know if that was a good sign, or if he needed to do a better job of distracting her.

"Someone I know would have liked that," she finished clumsily.

"Welp. It's yours, then." He attempted to slide it under the door.

Attempted. The thick block of chocolate wouldn't fit through the narrow space.

"What are my other options?" The lady asked, not seeming to hear his failure.

(Or just ignoring it. The way they always ignored things they didn't want to acknowledge.)

Oh well. He'd deal with that later, if she wanted to.

He picked up the next box and rattled it. It looked thin enough to fit under the door.

"I think this one's called, uh, pocket?” He couldn’t tell for sure, since the box was labeled in a language he didn’t recognize. Where did Alphys get this stuff? “A pal gave it to me. They’re like chocolate-covered sticks, I think."

"Not precisely what I was looking for, but I would love to try it regardless," she said. "If I am allowed to have both options, I mean. If not, I should probably stick with the Em-Tee-Tee."

Sans bit back a snort. So she hadn't heard after all. That made this a lot more awkward.

"Do you wanna hear the other options first? Wouldn't want ya to have any regrets."

"Oh! There are more?"

She sounded as surprised as a kid finding an extra fry in the bottom of their Grillby's bag. He couldn't help grinning.

"Yup. Next up is a chocolate spider donut—”

“Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders?” The voice seemed on the verge of laughter again.

His eyesockets widened. “Uh… welp. Guess you don’t need the whole spiel, huh?”

“There is a spider bakesale right around the corner from my home,” the lady explained. “I believe they are saving for a… ‘heated limo’? To travel safely through Snowdin. I wish I could help them, but I did not think to take much gold when I…”

Another dead end. That was fine, Sans could piece together enough. Not that her personal life was any of his business, anyway.

“If it makes ya feel any better, they really raked me over the coals for this one.”

“It does not!” came her quick reply. “I only asked for a chocolate bar. Not for you to spend money that you need on me.”

Geez, this lady was too good for him. As if Sans ever really went out of his way for anyone.

Except Papyrus, but he was family. And sometimes Grillby, if he felt bad about failing to pay his tab for too long. And Alphys, but he owed her for screwing off after space-time blew up in their faces.

And now, the lady behind the door. The lady he didn’t owe anything to, except a few good laughs.

Who was he kidding? Those laughs were more important to him than anything.

“Eh, it just cost me one day of selling ‘dogs. Donut worry about it.”

“Very well. Since it was for a good cause, I will not grill you any further. But please tell me that was the last chocolate you purchased for me.”

“It’s the last one I purchased.” He grinned. While she couldn’t see his expression, she must have heard the but in his voice.

“Please tell me you did not steal any chocolate for me.”

“Geez, lady, what do you take me for? I’d never commit petty thievery.”

“Well, that is reassuring.”

“Yep. Gotta save room for the real high-dollar crimes. Like the illegal hot dog stand.”

The voice behind the door went silent. He wished he could see her face now more than ever. His own grin slowly slid from his skull.

“Everyone knows about it,” he reassured her. “If the King really wanted to shut me down, he’d have done it a long time ago.”

“Oh, I am not judging you for that. I am sure the law is rigged against you if the King has any say in it.” Her voice was surprisingly bitter.

His real problem was that he couldn’t ever find the necessary documents to get licensed in food preparation. His birth certificate was presumably in whatever alternate dimension his old man had blasted them out of.

“You are judging me for something, though,” he realized. The chill of the snow seeped into his bones, but he didn’t dare adjust his position. Somehow he felt that if he moved, she would disappear.

“I am not. I was only thinking about…” She sighed. “It is complicated. There was a time when I could have helped you, but it is long past.”

“Help me? Look, lady, the ‘dog stand is fine. Promise. Better than fine, since I don’t gotta pay taxes on it.”

She chuckled at that.

“Very well. Forgive a silly old lady for worrying.”

“Done.” He smiled, settling back against the door more comfortably.

He should’ve known she’d have a problem with his illegal activities, though. She was a classy lady, and he was… him. Why had he even brought it up? It wasn’t a great joke. Did he really just want her to know?

Eh, whatever. She wasn’t mad, so no harm done, right?

“I would like to know how you acquired this other chocolate, if it was not through your sticky fingers.” She sounded like she was grinning.

“Huh? Oh.” He blinked and dug out the last chocolate of the bunch. Blue dusted his cheeks. “QC—that’s the lady who runs the shop in town—gave ‘em to me for free. They’re called, uh, kisses.”

QC had a knowing look in her eyes when she’d offered the bag of chocolates to him. It was his own fault for implying they were for a girl. Everyone already thought he screwed around in the woods on his shifts, and with the way gossip travelled in a small town, everyone at Grillby’s would be asking about his girlfriend tonight.

“Kisses,” the lady behind the door echoed. “This is not one of your jokes, is it?”

“Not this time. Sorry to disappoint.” His grin felt too tight. “They’re, uh, tiny chocolates. Kinda cone-shaped? QC makes ‘em herself, so they’ve gotta be good.”

“Oh.” Oddly, the voice did sound disappointed. Sans couldn’t imagine why. Not like he could kiss her through the door, even if he had lips. And even if there was some unlikely timeline where she wanted a kiss from him.

He wanted to thump his skull back against the door, but there was no point in worrying her like that.

“In that case, I will take the kisses. They will be perfect for…”

He was sure she would leave it at that. Cover up with some non sequitur.

So his eyesockets went wide when she said, “for the anniversary of my child’s passing.”

“Oh.” He let out a strangled little laugh. “I—geez, I’m sorry. If I’d known—”

“You would have what? Spent even more money on this silly old lady, who cannot even leave to buy her child’s favorite chocolate?” Her voice was firm. “No. I thought you deserved to know, after the trouble you went to, and because you shared your own secret with me today.”

“My ‘dog stand is hardly a secret,” he said, still feeling a little shaky. She had a kid? A dead kid?

Well, who in the Underground didn’t have skeletons in their closet? Metaphorically or literally. She was still his best friend. If she wanted his pity, she would’ve said something sooner.

“Regardless,” she said. “It is in the past. Forget it, if you wish. But please do not treat me any differently.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said sincerely. If there was one thing he was good at, it was maintaining the status quo. “So, uh. These chocolates. I kind of wanted you to have all of ‘em, if that’s alright with you.”

“It would be rude to refuse a gift, would it not?” She sounded like she was smiling again, to his relief.

“There’s just one problem. Uh. Don’t think they’re all gonna fit under the door.” He rapped on the stone surface with his knuckle for emphasis.

“I did not assume they would. The recipe I gave you before hardly passed through.”

Sans blinked. “Then you—huh?”

“I will open the door just a fraction. It can only be done from the inside.” She paused, like she was gathering a breath. “I would ask that you do not look. I promise I will not peek, either.”

Sans’s ribcage tightened. She was going to open the door. She would be right there, with no stone between them.

The thought opened a desperate floodgate within him. He hadn’t realized just how badly he wanted to see her, to know her, to live off of more than just scraps and unfinished sentences.

She once had a child. She had some kind of beef against the King. She wanted to give charity to spiders, but didn’t have enough money. All these facts he filed away, tucking them into the grooves in his ribcage.

It would be enough. He’d duct tape those gates shut again, if he had to. He wasn’t going to betray the trust she’d shown him.

“Got it. You don’t wanna be smitten by my good looks, I understand,” he joked.

(He had a feeling it would be the other way around, if anything. Not that quality of jokes translated to quality of appearance—he would know. If it did, he’d have biceps like his brother.)

“It would be tragic. Much too high a price for you to handsome chocolate to me.”

“Heh, I’m sure you’re a door-able too. But I’ll keep my sockets shut, since our friendship hinges on it.”

That got a raucous laugh out of her, the kind that started off high-pitched and quickly became something of a snorting bleat. That sound was sweeter than chocolate to him.

...Man, his pals at Grilby’s would be right to dunk on him. He was a massive dork.

“Alright,” she said once she caught her breath, “if you are ready, my friend…”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Better choco-late than never, huh?”

That one only got a snort, but he wasn’t sure if that was because the pun fell flat, or because she was nervous. As far as he knew, she hadn’t been outside of the Ruins in years. And here she was, trusting a sentry—someone whose job it was to keep a look out—to turn a blind eye.

It was a good thing he’d never been good at his job.

Stone ground against stone with a dramatic rumble. His eyesockets stayed shut. Warmth emanated from somewhere near his shoulder, and he lifted the bag of chocolates.

His small hand brushed a large fur-covered one. A shiver trailed down his spine. One small touch shouldn’t have done so much to him, but—but she was real. She was more than just a voice behind a door. Which he knew, but knowing and feeling could be worlds apart at times.

She took the bag, and the moment was over. But the door didn’t close.

“My dear friend,” she whispered, her voice sounding closer than ever. “Would it be presumptuous to ask another favor of you?”

“‘Course not. Glad to do a favor for my favor-ite person.” He kept his tone light, unaffected by the swirling emotions inside him.

“If I could… oh, dear, this is embarrassing.”

He resisted the urge to open his eyes, to see what look might be on her face.

“It has simply been so long… may I hold your hand a moment longer?”

He felt the marrow heating within his bones.

“That all? I gotta hand it to ya, you made me think you needed an arm and a leg.”

She chuckled before awkwardly fumbling to grasp his hand again.

Heat poured from her palm into his phalanges. Aside from the fur, there were several spots of soft skin—probably paw pads. Was she a dog monster, like the Canine Unit in town? She didn’t make nearly enough dog jokes for that to be the case. Her laugh sounded more like a goat’s, but she obviously didn’t have hooves. Maybe she was some kind of chimera? You didn’t see those often nowadays, but then again, no one saw monsters from the Ruins, either.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice as soft as the snow that began to drift around him.

“Not disappointed?” He asked, only half-joking. “My hand can’t be as comfy as yours.”

“Ah, but it is all your bone. And that is wonderful to me.”

“Geez, old lady.” He was grateful she couldn’t see his blush. “You’re pretty fur-fect yourself.”

When she laughed, her body shook all the way down to her hand. The feeling more than made up for all the G he’d spent on chocolate and donuts.

Suddenly his hand was being lifted up, and then something soft pressed against his knuckles. His soul flared erratically, and his eyes nearly flew open. If they had, he was sure his left eyelight would have been blue from shock.

“A kiss for a kiss,” she said slyly. “It is only fair.”

“Heh heh…” His voice shook with more than laughter. “Technically, that was one kiss for a bag of kisses. Pretty sure that math doesn’t square up.”

“Oh, you are quite right! One day we will have to circle back and rectify that.”

He practically had to cast gravity magic on himself to keep his eyes from flying open.

“You—huh?” He said intelligently.

“Perhaps not soon,” she clarified. “This has all been… a lot, for me. But thanks to you, my dear friend, this day has not been so bitter as I am used to.”

“Uh, no problem, then. With all that chocolate, I hope it’s sweet.”

Sweet as the anniversary of a death could be, anyway. He grimaced. Maybe that joke was too soon, but she just squeezed his hand before finally letting go.

“I do think it will be,” she said softly. “I will look forward to hearing more of your punny jokes tomorrow.”

The door scraped shut, and he hesitantly opened his eyes. He couldn't help inspecting the door to see if anything changed. Pressing his still-warm hand against the smooth stone.

“Heh. Good luck getting rid of me now.” He grinned.

Then he tucked his hands in his pockets, where her kiss remained like a tattoo on his bone.

#tali writes #safeutdr #soriel #sans #toriel #fic tag #very happy with how this one turned out :D #hope you like it and thanks for the request!#prompt requests

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Hothouse Rose chapter 5

Getting in deeper here (finally something sensual)

(words under cut)

Joining the boys in the living room later that week, you find yourself looking once again at the pillow pile.

There’s a sunken area in the floor in front of the TV, filled with pillows, that most of your housemates tend to lie in when everyone’s in the same room. Well, most everyone. Sweet-pea and Whip rarely join. Still, they all lay around in the pillow pile while you and Sans end up on the sofa.

Papyrus can be found in the pile, too, but he exits to sit with you.

Today, though, Charm and Boa are staring at you as you take your usual seat.

“We saw you looking,” Boa teases. “We know you want to come in~”

“I don’t want to intrude.”

Charm scoffs, “You wouldn’t be! Cuddling is part of the fun of being friends! Join us!” He makes grabby hands at you, and Sugar is laughing. Spice looks a little worried, but he’s trying to smile.

“I’LL GO WITH YOU,” Papyrus offers, and before you know it, your reluctant okay has gotten you tossed into the pillows and snuggled up.

“Finally, sweetie, you don’t know how long we’ve been trying to figure out how to get you in here.” Charm has taken hold of your arm and squeezes softly. “We’re all very physical with our affection, you know, and it’s been agony to only have words with you up till now.”

“THAT’S WHAT I SAID BEFORE THEY GOT USED TO MY HUGS!” Papyrus nods, burying you deeper in as he sticks to your side, “THEY JUST ARE SO POLITE ABOUT PERSONAL SPACE. IT’S VERY CUTE, IF NOT A LITTLE HARD TO GET AROUND.”

“I just know I wouldn’t want someone I wasn’t comfy with in my space so I don’t get in others’ space.” You blush, “I’m comfortable with you guys.”

Boa had his head laid back on your stomach, and he giggles, “And we’re comfortable with you. So relax and have fun.”

Sugar stayed where he was, laid out near your legs, but he did give you a wink, but Spice seemed to be in thought, off behind Papyrus. That made Sugar move, looking over, “one g for your thoughts, spice.”

“is…is it too soon ta cuddle tha human?”

“It’s not if you use my name instead,” you offer. You wanted to get along with him better, and stop him running from you again.

“y/n,” he grinned and crawled over, slotting himself against your hip and whimpering very quietly as he finally relaxes next to you. “geeze, so good ta not be worried ya hate me.”

“I never hated you, Spice,” you pout, “I just got kind of overwhelmed and it ended up spoiling our first meeting. I want to get along with you like I do with Charm and Boa. Or even Sugar,” you look over at him, getting a surprised point at himself ‘who me?’

“Yes, you. I’ve noticed how little you say to me. You’re cordial, but distant. I want to be friendsssssss.” Emphasizing your point, you wiggle your foot at him.

Sans adds his observation, “they’ve got a point, sugar. C’mon, be a pal and join the fanclub.”

“Fanclub?” Charm asks.

“OH STARS, THAT’S PERFECT. YES! WE’RE Y/N’S FANCLUB.” Papyrus purrs a bit and laughs, “NYEHEHEH, I’M THE PRESIDENT, SANS IS VICE PRESIDENT, AND YOU TWO CAN CHOOSE WHOSE TREASURER AND SECRETARY.”

“I want to be secretary! I love wearing pencil skirts,” Boa declared, making Spice laugh.

Charm nodded, “Treasurer for me, then. I am very good at keeping track of finances. I was the accountant for our household back home, wasn’t I, brother?”

“yep,” Sugar was blushing, seemingly embarrassed for being called out, but he did drape himself against Spice’s back. So, not touching you, but still closer. “I’m more of a spender than a saver, so he had to keep track of me.”

“And I made sure you only had your weekly allowance to spend, otherwise you’d have given Grillby the lot!” Charm raised a browbone and Sugar’s blush deepened.

“I mean, his fries are the greatest, and I can’t turn down his virgin daquiris,” you admit, sighing.

“you a tea-totaler, baby doll?” Spice asked, and you nodded. “aww, well, guess there goes my idea of us gettin’ sloshed together for a real heart to heart.”

Boa pouted, “Mine too! I was going to show off my skills at the karaoke bar. I took voice lessons underground, y’know.”

Charm flicked Boa on the forehead, “Do remember that intoxication isn’t necessary for fun, dear cousins. It’s quite a lot more fun to do activities sober, so you can remember doing them.”

“buzzkill,” Spice stuck his tongue out at Charm, and you gasped.

“Spice, you’ve got a tongue piercing!”

“yeah?” he did it again, letting it hang out. A golden ball was resting in the middle of his tongue, “like it?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never met anyone with one before. It’s just…how? Your ecto isn’t permanent so…?”

“ehehe, well, if ya want it pierced, you gotta keep it summoned for the healing time. then it’ll always be there an’ ya can put tha piercing in when ya summon it back.” He then waggled his browbones at you, “got’em other places too, if ya ever wanna look.”

You turn bright red and squeal, “Nope! Bad Spice, no flirting!”

He laughs a bit, but then Charm picks it up, “Oh? No flirting? You mean I can’t tell you that I’d love to see those lovely lips moaning my name?”

Boa added, “Or your hands on my ribs?”

And Sugar finished, “Or how your clothes look on the floor?”

You screeched and wriggled, but Papyrus held you close, “EASY, LOVE, THIS IS JUST HOW THEY HAVE FUN. THEY FLIRT WITH ME, TOO.”

“and me,” Sans snickers. “’s kind of fun once you get used to it and can send it back at them.”

The others are laughing warmly as you hide your face in Papyrus’ shoulder. You’re on the edge of tears, but there’s a smile on your face, mostly because you know they’re all finally comfortable with you. You can take the flustering if it means having a good time with your friends.

“boa? Can I ask you something?” Sweet-pea walked into his brother’s room late in the night.

Looking up from his sewing table, Boa nodded, “Of course! What’s the question?”

Sweet-pea sat on Boa’s bed and pulled the covers up around himself like a cloak, covering his head, “uh…I kind of want to, to hug the human. and be in the pillow pile with you guys again.”

“You do?!” Boa set down his sewing and removed all the extra pins from his sleeve quickly, going over to kneel in front of the bed and look up into the shadows where his brother was hiding, “Sweet-pea, that’s wonderful! But not a question? What’s holding you up?”

The blankets were pulled tighter, “I don’t want papyrus and sans to be mad at me for touching their date. Are they okay with you and charm being friendly with them?”

“Yes, they are.” Boa smiled, patting Sweet-pea’s knee gently, “We got Y/n in the pillows last week and they have been joining in ever since, even when Sansy and Papy aren’t there. Even Sugar and Spice are in on it, and you know Sugar’s being paranoid as usual.”

Sweet-pea let the blanket fall back from his face a little bit, his eye lights showing just a little, “and they’re okay? with us holding them?”

“Yes!” maybe if he was more direct… “Sweet-pea, tomorrow, do you want me to see if they’ll spend time with you after school? I can be there, too.”

“could you?” the nervous skeleton finally dropped the covers entirely and slid off the bed, hugging Boa tight, “please? If I can be okay with them I can feel okay coming out in the house again.”

“Of course,” Boa cooed, holding his baby brother tight, “I’ll do anything to help you improve, you know that. And Y/n is a wonderful place to start getting used to humans. One step at a time, and you’ll get to see the world you deserve.”

Sweet-pea just nodded, feeling calmer now that his question and concerns had been addressed. He’d been enjoying the times he saw Y/n, when he came for food, and they’d been here such a long time, it just seemed silly to not…welcome them? To hide from them? He wasn’t sure which was the feeling, but he wanted to be out in the house like he had been before they came, and he wasn’t scared of Y/n anymore.

You’d had three tests today and you just wanted to relax.

Heading into the living room, you were surprised to find it mostly empty. The only two there were Boa and Sweet-pea, sitting in the middle of the pillow pile. On spotting you, Boa waved you over, “Y/N! My brother decided he’d like to join the pile, but he wants to get used to you first. Is that alright with you?”

Sweet-pea was rattling softy, but he gave you a wavering smile.

“Oh, yeah. I wanted to just hang out anyway after my tests, so let’s do it.” You clamber into a comfy spot, and Sweet-pea is soon glued to your side. Boa takes the other, and he seems very pleased.

“thank you,” comes the quiet voice of the most timid member of your household. He’s shaking a little, flinching when you put your arm around his shoulders, but starting to relax.

Boa murmurs as you use the hand by him to grab the remote and turn the TV on to some mindless show about auctions, “I really appreciate this, too. You’ve been really kind to my brother, and the fact he’s comfortable enough to even try this makes me hopeful.”

“Boa, you’re one of my best friends,” you reply as Sweet-pea stops rattling at all, “and I was being truthful when I said I wanted to be friends with all of you. I want to come home and know whoever I find is going to be happy to see me and I’ll be happy to see them. And I was already happy to see Sweet-pea anyway.”

The mentioned skeleton squeezed you a little, the ghost of a smile slowly settling into a more tangible form. “I felt that. helped me a lot, that you always smiled when I came in.”

“I was always glad you felt okay coming in,” you squeeze him back, “I know what it’s like to avoid people who make you uncomfortable. I did that all through school, hiding in corners at recess from the bullies. It’s an honor for me to be able to be a comfortable person for you.”

Boa starts sniffling, but you notice there’s a soft glow coming from under his scarf, “Stars, where have you been till now? Papyrus must have plucked you straight out of heaven.”

“Flatterer,” you say, even as you blush. “I’ve just been right here. Earthbound.”

“that’s my favorite game,” Sweet-pea mumbles. You grin, starting to hum one of the songs from it.

Boa hides his tearful smile in your shoulder, fingers gripping your shirt tightly as if he never wants to let go.

Papyrus taps his foot, “OKAY, SO LET’S GO THROUGH THIS AGAIN. YOU’RE ASKING ME WHAT THE ORIENTATION OF MY DATEMATE IS BECAUSE YOU WANT TO KNOW IF YOU CAN BE INTIMATE WITH THEM?”

“Yes,” Boa nods, looking very serious. “I don’t want take them or keep them from you and Sansy, honestly, but I have to know if there’s any chance.”

“WELL, HONESTLY I’D HELP YOU OUT IF I KNEW MYSELF!”

The shorter skeleton couldn’t help his jaw dropping, “Papy, it’s been what? two years now? And you haven’t even discussed it?”

“NO?” He blinked at Boa, busy making a battle scene with his action figures, “THEY NEVER ASKED ME FOR MINE, AND I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF IF I GET ANTSY SO WHY WOULD I ASK THEM?”

“Oh….” Boa realized this was probably part of Papyrus’ different thought process. “Well, that does make sense when you put it that way. I know Sugar is getting irritated because he told Sans to ask, but you know he’ll drag his heels forever.”

“I WASN’T AWARE OF THAT. HUH.” Papyrus got up, realizing something, “OH, THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT FOR YOU, ISN’T IT? YOU GUYS USE INTERCOURSE IN A LOT OF DIFFERENT CONTEXTS. I’LL ASK RIGHT NOW.” He pushed past Boa and went to your door knocking.

“Papy?” you looked up at him, and he smiled at you.

“HELLO, DEAR DATEMATE, I HAVE A QUESTION.” He waited for you to nod so he knew he could ask, “WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? I KNOW YOU ROMATICALLY LIKE MEN, BECAUSE I AM ONE, BUT WHAT ABOUT THAT OTHER THING?”

Boa facepalmed, still in Papyrus’ room, but you could see him. And you didn’t really know what to say.

“Uh…I mean, I don’t know? I never got that far…I never even got a second date before you, Papyrus so I’m really in the dark, too.” You couldn’t really control your blush, but the ideas that started turning in your mind were making it hard to keep your cool.

“OH. WELL, YOU CAN ALWAYS LOOK UP DIFFERENT ONES AND SEE WHAT YOU RESONATE WITH. BOA JUST WANTED ME TO ASK BECAUSE HE’S INTERESTED.”

“PAPYRUS!” Boa turned bright cyan and ran to his own room, shutting the door loudly. This caused Sweet-pea to look out of his room in confusion. You shrugged, and he just nodded, going into his brother’s room and shutting the door behind him much softer.

“OH. I GUESS THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET. BUT SUGAR’S ASKED, TOO, FOR SOME REASON, SO I JUST…THOUGHT IT WAS OKAY TO SAY?” Papyrus was concerned, looking uncertainly between you and Boa’s door.

You sigh, “It’s probably just he wanted to talk to me about that himself privately, Papyrus.”

“OH. YES THAT MAKES SENSE. I’LL APOLOGIZE LATER WHEN HE’S NOT SO UPSET.” He then shuffled his feet and asked, “COULD…COULD WE TALK MORE ABOUT THIS? I KIND OF WANT TO LOOK AT THE OPTIONS MYSELF AND SEE IF WE CAN BOTH FIGURE OUT WHERE WE FIT IN. I HADN’T REALLY THOUGHT ABOUT IT UNTIL BOA WAS ASKING IF I KNEW.”

“I think that’d be fine,” you open the door wider and step aside, letting him in even as your heart is beating quite fast, cheeks still warm. “If I fluster, just know I’m doing it to myself and you’re wonderful as always.”

“OKIE DOKIE!”

A few hours later, you and Papyrus have found some labels you’re quite happy with.

Papyrus has picked out that he’s bisexual and demiromantic, and you’ve found that you don’t have any idea what to call yourself. You just know you love Papyrus, and you know you don’t mind the thought of getting intimate with him. Or Sans, now that you think about it. Maybe that demisexual thing was fitting? Cause it was only them you’d ever considered and that meant you probably needed trust to be deep and strong before you’d consider it. Or maybe it was just certain people. You don’t know.

But you, too, had asked how this hadn’t come up yet, and Papyrus’ answer had made you smile. “That’s why I never asked, too. And I bet Sans was just too lazy to ask, right?”

“OH I’M SURE.” Papyrus nodded sagely as the two of you sat on your bed, your salvaged laptop whirring away happily. Alphys had not only fixed it but upgraded it significantly. You were making her your grandmother’s fudge as a thank you present. “THAT AND HE’S MOSTLY TERRIFIED OF EXPOSING HIS WEAK POINTS TO ANYONE, ME AND YOU INCLUDED. BUT HE’S DOING BETTER, SO WE CAN ONLY WAIT FOR HIM TO TELL US WHAT HE WANTS TO DO.”

“Yeah.” You sigh and lean on Papyrus’ shoulder, causing his arm to snake around your waist and pull you all the closer. “But at least we figured that one out. Or your end. I’m too confused right now to pick.”

“I’D SAY YOUR SKELESEXUAL!” he grins, “BECAUSE YOU ONLY WANT TO BE INTIMATE WITH US. YOU HAVE THE MOST SPECIFIC AND WELL-GROOMED TASTE IN PARTNERS!”

That got you giggling, which was his goal all along, and the two of you lapsed into warm, tender silence. You put your computer onto a relaxing playlist in your music program, and set it down, sliding it away as you curled up into Papyrus more.

It was a warm, quiet afternoon, the last really nice day before winter set in, and there was a songbird somewhere outside your window. The light was pouring in from outside and you felt so comfortable, even as Papyrus’ hand gently began to move over your stomach, back and forth.

“So…” his softer voice made you pay attention, “is it okay if I explore a little? Boa’s got me curious, all this talk about foundations and orientations and flirtations…all the tations.”

You laugh a bit, “Yes, you can explore. Can I?”

“When it’s your turn, yes.” He seemed pleased, quickly pulling you into his lap and getting his other hand in on things, just touching lightly, doing as he said and exploring your body. “And if anything feels bad, or good, please tell me.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you relax against him, liking the warmth of his bones through his gloves. He moves slowly, occasionally asking questions.

“What’s this?”

“My bellybutton.”

“What does it do?”

“It’s the scar from where I was grown off my mom.”

“Oh right. I forgot humans did that.”

“And this?”

“A mole.”

“That is not an underground mammal.”

“No, it’s where my skin is super pigmented and raised. It’s no big deal, just a normal human thing.”

“Oh. It’s a poofy freckle then?”

“Yes.”

“Neat,” he giggled about that, leaving it alone afterward. Another moment or two of examining your arms and hands, then he asked, “Is it alright if you take off your shirt?”

“Sure,” you start the process, and he finishes it, giving you a huge smile.

“OH! IT’S JUST LIKE YOUR SPORTSWEAR, BUT FANCIER AND SMALLER. THAT’S NOT INTIMIDATING AT ALL.”

You chuckle and nod, turning around so he can look over the front of your body, shivering a bit as his hands stroke around your rolls with the same tenderness he’d used on the rest of you, the same quiet reverence. “Did you expect my underthings to be intimidating?”

“Well, honestly yes. Why else would you try so hard to hide them? The only things I hide about myself are the things I think would make other people uncomfortable.”

“Like you being Autistic?” you look up at him, and he blushes.

“I forget it’s not obvious to others, but yes. I should have told you, but it’s just not something that occurs to me to tell others. I was just so little when they found out, and it never seemed to bother Sans, so I don’t just put it out there. It’s like I don’t tell everyone about my oatmeal.”

“Even though you love your oatmeal,” you smile as his hands stroke the small of your back, “ooh, that’s a very sensitive place. I think it’ll probably feel very good if you treat it softly, and I mean very softly.”

“Ooh, yes, thank you for the pointer,” Papyrus pulled his gloves off, and it surprised you, but you stayed quiet and just enjoyed as he ran his fingertips over your back.

After a while, you asked, “Can I have my turn now?”

He blushed and nodded, peeling off his heather grey sweater and letting you see his bones. “I, um…I do hope you enjoy the private showing. Not everyone gets to see the Great Papyrus in his birthday suit!”

“I’m loving every minute,” you feel affection welling up as you look over his smooth, white ribs and see the faint orange glow inside them, “just like I enjoy all the time we spend together. Papy, you’re beautiful.” Hesitant at first, not knowing what you were doing, you just traced around his bones. The small groove in the center of his sternum where the bones fused, the curve of his thick ribs, the slight ridges of small marks on his arm bones that probably came from training, all of it was both familiar and fascinating. You’d felt his bones on your skin before, many times, but never had you consciously paid it mind. His bones had a scent, too, under the MTT perfumed stuff he used daily, lightly chalky but sweet.

He watched you, blinking slowly as you started to learn more about him, finding places on him that he encouraged or discouraged your touch to.

“Ah, don’t grab the spine too hard. It’s tender, but it’s also very delicate.”

“Yes, my finger joints feel very nice when you run your finger around them like that. Do that more.”

“Ribs are…wowie, they’re very sensitive in a very good way. I like that.”

It was nice, just the two of you in the quiet, finding new things about each other. When you’d gotten to his hands, you smile, “I think I’m satisfied with my turn.”

“Me, too. Is it okay if we just stop? I do kind of need to start dinner.” He looked at you and seemed very happy as you nodded. “I think we did a good job communicating with this. Thank you for sharing this experience with me.”

“I am so happy to have this as a memory,” you nod, getting off his lap and putting your shirt back on. Thinking on it now, you were very glad that faulty wire had shorted in your old roommate’s room. If your house hadn’t burned, you don’t know if you’d have ever gotten the opportunity or courage to take this step with Papyrus.

He gave you a nuzzle (MWAH!) and told you he loved you before he left, and you noticed he had a bounce to him that only appeared when he was extremely happy. You love Papyrus so much.

“boa.”

“NO! IT’S RUINED! THEY’RE GOING TO STOP TALKING TO ME BECAUSE I’M NOT LIKE HUMANS!”

“sans.”

“AND THEN THE WHOLE FAMILY WILL FALL APART BECAUSE I DIDN’T REMIND PAPYRUS IT WAS A PRIVATE CONVERSATION!”

“SANS!”

Boa stopped his panicked ranting and looked up at Sweet-pea, sniffling.

“sorry.” Sweet-pea curled himself back around his older brother and sighed, “but you were going down a rabbit hole. We can’t know how they’re going to react until we see them, right? y/n really cares about you, and even if they say no to sex, they aren’t saying no to being your friend. and you like being their friend, right?”

“Y-yes.” Boa was still crying, thoroughly embarrassed by what had happened in the hallway, but he felt more ashamed that his baby brother had to come comfort him about it.

Nodding, Sweet-pea squeezed tightly, his lanky body coming in handy to engulf Boa in support, “then we wait till we see them again at dinner, and see how things go. I know I’m a shut in, but having been shut in with them for this long makes me think they’re probably going to still think you’re an awesome friend.”

“I didn’t mean to freak out.”

“I know, bro. I’ve been there.”

Looking up, Boa took the bundle of tissues Sweet-pea had already gathered for his use and wiped his face, “When Y/n said there would be cultural differences, I didn’t really think about how much could be different. I guess I should have.”

Sweet-pea shrugged, letting him get up to straighten himself up, “maybe, but caring about someone and wanting to show that aren’t wrong. we just have to learn more ways to do that, and that’s only if they say no. we don’t have an answer yet.”

“Right. Right.” Boa took several deep breaths, then nodded. Closing his eyes and shaking himself a bit, Boa walked toward the door, “Okay. I’m going to text Charm, see what advice he has, and get in my most stylish outfit for dinner. You are a treasure, Pea, and I love you.”

Sweet-pea smiled, getting up, “it’s nice for me to return the favor and take care of you sometimes. Love ya, bro.” He left with a wave, and Boa closed the door before diving for his phone and clicking away at it in frantic texts to the resident expert in all things love.

Dinner was strained, but it was mostly just you and Boa not getting on like normal.

After a few minutes of this, Spice asked, “did I miss somethin’ or are you two doing some weird human shit?”

“LANGUAGE PLEASE,” Papyrus sighed, but gave your hand a pat. He wasn’t going to answer, he’d already messed things up by doing that once today.

“sorry, pap,” Spice said, then looked at Boa, “ain’t like you to be so quiet, boa. What happened? Ya jewel glow in front of them or something?”

“SPICE!” Boa gasps, hand going to his neck and skull turning cyan.

“Wait, is that what was glowing the other day?” You look over at Boa, “That jewel on your neck can glow? How? Isn’t it just glued on?”

Sans, at the other end of the table, facepalms, but he’s smiling a little.

Charm, who had just been observing up till now, grins, “Oh, no, dear. All of us have a jewel, save for Sans and Papyrus. It’s in a different place for each of us, but it’s very much a part of our body. It glows when we feel attraction to another person, usually physical but it can be mixed with emotion as well. Mine is here,” he points to his upper chest, currently covered by his tied up t-shirt that says ‘boy toy’ , “and it is polite to keep them covered up in front of people who aren’t family or lovers. If the glow shows through, or if it becomes uncovered on accident, it’s a little embarrassing.”

Spice blinked, then looked at you, “you sayin’ nobody told ya that before?”

“No!” you’re very flustered now, not realizing you’d basically just made a mistake in relations with monsters. “I’d just…sometimes when Boa’s scarf moves, I see his and I thought it was a fashion thing. Humans glue sparkly things to themselves all the time.”

Sweet-pea spoke up, reaching over and putting his hand on yours next to your drink glass, “it’s okay. you didn’t know. but does it make sense to you?”

“Yeah…kind of. I’m so sorry, I…”

“I-It’s okay,” Boa finally looked at you for the first time tonight. “Mine’s in a place that’s hard to hide, so you seeing it isn’t that big a deal. I just…I know you’re more private about feelings and things and I didn’t want to make you feel bad or weird.”

“boa, you’re practically attached to their hip, you and charm both, so I don’t think you’d be able ta do that,” Spice huffed.

You got up and put your arms around Boa’s shoulders, “He’s right. Yeah, the…the hallway thing was awkward, but we can talk about this. I think you’re wonderful, and you are one of my best friends. I’d hate to lose you just because I’m repressed or whatever is wrong with me.”

“Nothing is wrong with you!” Boa gasped, looking upward, “You just are different and that’s perfectly fine. Papyrus is different and we get along swimmingly. Charm is different and I like him just fine.”

“my brother has a whole tree up his ass and we still tolerate him,” Spice grins, and you laugh as Boa and Papyrus make scandalized noises.

Sans shakes his head, “hey, whatever caused this, I think it’s safe to say you’re forgiven or it’s okay. let’s all have a good time now.”

“YES.” Papyrus gives one last disapproving look to Spice, “WE ALL ARE DIFFERENT, BUT WE’RE FAMILY AND THUS WE’RE GOING TO LOVE EACH OTHER ANYWAY.”

Charm got a devious look and said, “I call dibs on loving Y/n.”

“WHAT? NO FAIR THEY’RE MY DATEMATE!”

“And I already got a hug so I have dibs,” says Boa, making you laugh as a playful argument began between the energetic folks at the table.

You look over at Sweet-pea and use sign, “are you okay with all this?”

He nods and signs back, “fine. thanks for asking. My brother was very worried, but it’s better now.”

Spice growled a bit, “you two over there with your speaking in hands. Never learned that stuff. ‘m jealous.”

Sans signs at him, “oooh, look at the big bad red man.”

“ack, you too, sansy? Ugh. why y’all gotta be so smart and sassy? Ain’t my fault I was a science lab rat and you guys got loving dads.”

You gasped, “What?”

Spice seemed to realize what he said, and blushed, sinking down in his seat, “I didn’ mean ta say that out loud, baby doll. ‘s not somethin’ I wanna talk about with ya yet.”

“Okay. But you can always talk to me anytime,” you want to be sure he knows that. Spice is just as much your friend as anybody else in the house.

“I know. thanks.” He mumbled it, but he did look at you, so you knew he got the message.

#suggestive #reader x papyrus #underlust #undertale fic #lustswap #lustfell

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lover-of-sans · 4 years

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Okokok hi! Was wondering if you could do Sans, Papyrus and Grillby headcanons for them getting a crush on someone? (Non specific someone) and maybe include how they realize theyre crushing and what they think about thw whole situation as well as maybe how they confess? Im a sucker for crush hcs so i just had to ask, have a beautiful day!! -tomo

Oooh I am indeed a sucker for crushing HC too, this is my first attempt at writing for Grillby so please forgive me if I goof.

Oh man I may have gone overboard with this, I wrote way more than originally intended...Oops

Sans:

Others would often tease the two of you about being a cute couple, because let’s be completely honest, it's always other people that see it first.

You both would brush it off not thinking too much into it. That is... until one day when you were having some lunch at Grillby’s.

Nothing in particular it going on just some usual chit-chat and some silly puns from him and then it happens.

You tell him one of the punniest jokes he’s ever heard.

He’s doubled over laughing as he holds his stomach, you’re laughing along with him.

He looks up at you at just the right moment where you look your cutest as you’re laughing and it was like someone just slapped him across the face.

He just stops laughing and stares at you watching you laugh as he starts to blush a deep blue.

After a few moments of noticing that he wasn’t laughing you stopped and looked at him to see if he was okay.

“Sans? You good?” You looked at him a little worried.

He snapped from his thoughts “Uhh....y-yeah just peachy”

“Are you sure? Your face looks a bit flushed, are you coming down with something?” You reach to touch his forehead to feel for fever.

He would jerk back from your touch “YEAH! I’M ALL GOOD!”

He would try so hard to hide how he feels about you. He would try with every fiber of his being to not show the effect you had on him.

But....

Suddenly everyday activities with you had an entire new feeling for him.

Every smile you would send his way, or the way you would laugh at his puns no matter how corny they were, or how sparkly your eyes where the first time he took you to the star cave and how much he wanted to kiss you and-

Oh he could think of you for hours with the dumbest look on his face, you had such a strong effect on him.

He couldn’t take this anymore this fluttery feeling in his chest whenever you were around was driving him crazy.

The next time you came to hang out he summoned all his courage.

“Y/N, we’ve known each other for awhile now and even though we are such great friends I don’t know if that’s what I want with us anymore” he looked over at you and saw the sad look on your face “I-I’m not saying I don’t want to be friends anymore! N-nothing like that, I want the opposite if I’m being honest.”

He could feel his face heating up again “I think I’ve fallen hard for you everything you do makes me-... I can’t even put into words”

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly as he looked anywhere but you as he waited for your response hoping for the best.

The silence is killing him until he feels you hug him and admit how you feel the same.

He is beyond happy, hugging you back. “So does that mean that we are... dating now?”

You nod

He laughs hugging you closer.

Papyrus:

You were his favorite human, it was no secret, everyone knew you were.

He loved spending time with you, making puzzles, cooking spaghetti, watching television.

Anything to be with you, you just made him so happy.

He might even say that he loved you...platonically, of course.

One day you both were in the kitchen cooking some more spaghetti, you were standing next to him working on the sauce.

You seemed to be extra excited about this batch, you had found some new spices that you wanted to try.

You both sat down to eat and tried what turned out to be pretty good spaghetti

You looked over at him with a big smile “This is really tasty, isn't it?”

“Yes, human it is quite-...” he looked down at you smiling so brightly at him and you unknowingly had a bit of sauce on your cheek.

“Hold still human” he picked up a napkin and wiped the sauce away, your cheeks turned a faint shade of pink and you looked away slightly embarrassed.

“Thanks” you giggled

Suddenly he felt something, it was like a swirling in his chest.

When you both finished eating and said your goodbyes after making plans for the next day he ran up the stairs to talk to Sans, maybe he would know why his chest felt so funny.

He explained the situation to Sans.

“So” Sans started “would you say that what they did, was it cute to you?”

“Well of course I think they are cute Sans they are my best friend”

Sans chuckled “No, no Pap I got a feeling that you love them”

“Sans I just said they are my best friend obviously I love them.”

Sans laughs a little harder “I meant in the non-platonic way”

Papyrus was quite as he mulled over everything that had been said and he could feel his cheekbones slowly get hot.

Sans chuckled again “Oh my god, Pap, you’re blushing, you got a huge crush on them don’t you?”

Papyrus shot up from his seat suddenly feeling embarrassed and went to his room.

He flopped down on his bed, all of this new information buzzing in his head.

He stared up at the ceiling, his mind slowly drifting to you.

As he thinks about you he realized all of the things that he found so interesting are all the reasons why he has a crush on you.

He hates laying here and thinking about these feelings.

He gets up and makes his way you your house to talk to you.

It’s a short walk to your house and quickly finds himself on your doorstep and knocking on the door.

A moment later you appear smiling got at him with a confused look.

“Papyrus? I thought our plans were for tomorrow did I misunderstand?”

“They were human but there was something I needed to talk to you about”

“Oh, alright, come on in” you stepped aside to let him in and shut the door behind him.

You walked over to the couch and sat down he sat next to you

“So, what did you want to talk about?”

Suddenly his mind went blank, he never actually came up with a plan on what he was going to do or say.

Without thinking he just blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Sans says I have a crush on you!” he smacked his hand over his mouth and his cheeks burned a bright orange.

You looked at him wide eyed “Do you?”

He was silent for a moment “....I think I do...”

“I think I do too” you began to blush.

Wowie they looked cute like that...

You craned your neck to reach him and kissed his cheek.

That swirling feeling came back

“Does this mean that we love each other non-platonically?”

You blushed harder and giggled at him.

“I guess we do”

He nuzzled your cheek

“Good!”

Grillby:

You came in a lot sometimes to eat sometimes just to talk, sometimes with your friends and sometimes you would come alone, he preferred when you came alone.

You always had interesting things to talk about.

Now that he thought about it he really couldn’t remember most of the things you talked to him about, maybe he just liked hearing your voice.

He glanced over at the clock, it’s almost time for you to come in.

He noticed a while ago that you started coming in around the same times each day and be found himself looking forward to those times.

Some monsters who frequent Grillby’s began to notice how he would burn a bit brighter when you would come in.

Grillby had his back to the door when you came in and didn’t know it was you.

Sans was sitting in his usual spot at the bar so you sat down next to him.

“Hey human”

“Hi Sans”

Grillby heard your voice and-

FWOOSH!

He was burning brighter again.

Some of the other patrons snickered at him.

“Hi Grillby!” You greeted him with your usual cheery manner

“Hello, y/n can I get you anything?”

“No thank you just here for your company right now”

He chuckled nervously and the flames on his head crackled

Your phone began to ring “Oops please excuse me” you got up and walked outside to take the call.

Sans looked over at Grillby as his flames went back to normal.

“Man, Grillby you got it bad for em’ don’t you”

“What, Sans you’re crazy”

“No I think I’m right, some might say that you got the HOTS for them.”

He glared at Sans for the pun and for implying something that wasn’t true.

Sans laughed then shrugged

“Hey you never know they may think you’re a real HOTTY too”

He was about to respond when you came back in looking a bit distressed.

“Hey guys sorry but I gotta go, Undyne needs my help, I’ll see ya later”

And like that you were gone again.

Grillby subconsciously sighed and went back to work.

It was almost closing time and Grillby was disappointed that he hadn't seen nor heard from you the entire day and it brought down his mood quite a bit.

The place was empty and quiet, he started to think about what Sans said, it started to bug him.

Sure he was always happy to see you, and you always put him in a good mood, and he always felt better after talking to you, but that didn’t mean he had a thing for you...did it?

He must have been deep in thought because he didn’t hear the door open nor did he hear a sweet cheerful voice that greeted him.

You wave your hand in front of Grillby’s face

“Hey, earth to Grillby”

He snapped back to reality suddenly seeing you in front of him-

FWOOSH!

His flames where even brighter than when he usually was around you.

You thought you scared him.

“Whoa, Grillby, relax it’s just me, sorry I didn’t mean to spook ya that hard”

“Oh no, I’m alright don’t worry about it”

He rubbed the back of his neck

“I guess I was lost in my own head there for a bit”

You laugh a bit

“Sorry I was gone all day, I missed hanging out with you.”

His chest got tight, he tried to distract himself by cleaning up the bar.

“It wasn’t the same without you here, I guess I missed you too”

“Aww you really missed me?” You teased

He now realized that he said that out loud instead of in his head but there was no going back now.

“Heh... yeah, it was too quiet”

You stared at him as he worked, the longer you looked the more uncomfortable he became.

“Something on your mind,y/n?”

It was your turn to be snapped back, you blushed for getting caught staring

“Oh! Uh...w-well I was just wondering about you, ya know being made of fire thing and I can’t figure out how you don’t burn the things you touch”

He chuckled at your cuteness, it was a fair question for a human that was still getting used to monsters and magic.

“I can control it really well”

“Oh...would it be weird if I asked to touch you?”

You were clearly getting more embarrassed by how red your face had become he found it really adorable actually, maybe Sans was right, maybe he did have a crush on you.

“That would be fine”

He came out from behind the bar and sat on the barstool next to you.

Both of you turning your seats to face each other.

He figured you would touch his arm or something but suddenly he felt a gentle touch on his cheek, he looked up to see your fascinated face looking at him

“This is so strange, my brain is telling me no don’t touch fire but it doesn’t hurt”

You laughed a bit.

This was starting to mess with him

“You’re really warm to the touch, and... I can’t even form words to how fascinating this is”

You brought your other hand up to rest on his other cheek.

Neither one spoke but both slowly leaned into the other until they met each other in the middle with a nervous kiss

Nerves melted away quickly as both got into it

Grillby broke the kiss looking at you wide eyed, did that really just happened?

Oh man he really does have a thing for you

Both were at a loss for words but he broke the silence after a few moments

“I think I’ve wanted to do that for a really long time now”

You tilted your head to the side a tiny bit confused

“You think?”

“Heh, yeah think, because I just realized I had a seriously big crush on you for a long time”

You giggle

“Well that would explain why you would flair up so much when I would come to visit”

“I did what?!”

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anneimaginesundertale · 4 years

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Ooooh this is so sweet! 🎤 Your muse to sing my muse a song with G please!

@isnt-that-something suggested several different songs, but I chose “Would You Go With Me” by Josh Turner. I hadn’t heard it before, but boy, his voice + the lyrics? I love it! Also, the video is really really cute. isnt-that-something said she doesn’t see G as much of a country guy and I agree, but this was just too perfect. Enjoy!

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You’d invited G to karaoke night at Grillby’s. It wasn’t like it was a date or something. Just two pals hanging out. Besides, the food was amazing and since it was karaoke night, you got some dinner and a show.

It was pretty funny watching some of the other patrons singing their souls out. Dogamy and Dogaressa performed a duet. The drunk bunny girl sang an off-key version of...something. You thought it might have been “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” but you couldn’t really tell. When she finished, she came over and handed the microphone to G. “Your turn,” she said with a giggle.

“No, no,” G said. “Not tonight, Bunsy.”

“Oh come on!” She urged. “I bet your girlfriend doesn’t even know you can sing!” She looked at you. “He’s got the sweetest voice! Come on, don't you want to hear him sing?”

“Yeah,” you said, smirking. “I kinda do. I think you should sing, G!”

“Aw, come on,” he said. “You’re really gonna ask me to do that?”

“Please?” You gave him your best puppy eyes.

“Oh, all right,” he said. “Just don’t laugh at me, okay?”

“I won’t,” you promised.

Bunsy sat down next to you and G went up to the stage. He scrolled through the options on the machine and found something.

“This song goes out to my angel,” he said, looking at you. “If you’re gonna make me do this, then I’ve got a real important question for ya.”

A country song started up, surprising you a bit. G waited for the intro and then began to sing, still looking straight at you.

Would you go with me if we rolled down streets of fire

Would you hold on to me tighter as the summer sun got higher

If we roll from town to town and never shut it down

Would you go with me if we were lost in fields of clover

Would we walk even closer until the trip was over

And would it be okay if I didn't know the way

His voice was deeper and richer than you’d imagined. He never took his sockets off you As he started the chorus, he hopped off the stage and walked back over to you. He held out his free hand.

If I gave you my hand would you take it

And make me the happiest man in the world

If I told you my heart couldn't beat one more minute without you, girl

Would you accompany me to the edge of the sea

Let me know if you're really a dream

I love you so, so would you go with me

You stared at him. Bunsy burst into giggles. “You can’t be serious,” you said. “This is payback.”

“I’m dead serious, angel,” he said, launching into another verse.

Would you go with me if we rode the clouds together

Could you not look down forever

If you were lighter than a feather

Oh, and if I set you free, would you go with me

“You really--G, you never--” You couldn’t think straight. He was looking at you like you were the only person in the bar, in the whole world.

If I gave you my hand would you take it

And make me the happiest man in the world

If I told you my heart couldn't beat one more minute without you, girl

Would you accompany me to the edge of the sea

Help me tie up the ends of a dream

I gotta know, would you go with me

I love you so, so would you go with me

You slipped your hand into his as the last notes faded away. “Yes,” you said.

G dropped the mic. Bunsy caught it before it hit the floor. G was still looking at you, a wide, goofy smile nearly splitting his skull.

“I love you, angel,” he said.

“I love you too, G!” you said to your new boyfriend.

#valentines event 2020 #sweet gestures event #drabble #songfic #isnt that something

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pacifistofpatience · 5 years

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Again, can't access Masterlist for some reason so kindly ignore this if it's already been done please. Ut, Uf, and Ht Sans who meets said SO by the SO working at Grillby's (weather this is on surface or not depends on you)

((I hope I fixed themaster list thing! But thankfully this is not on it!!

ugh gosh, idk where i wanted to go with this. I started writing out a story for each one but then got distracted and started doing bullet points and it turned into this mesh. I think i may need to stop for the day cause Im running low on my creative energy))

Undertale

Sans

The first time you saw him,he had already seen you many times before

Most of your day was spentin the kitchen, cooking away as Grillby served the customers and only coming outwhen you felt like he was lagging behind

(that was rarely an issue,but you also knew business was booming now that monsters were on the surface. Afterthe initial tourists made their rounds to the monster shops you thought things woulddie out. But people quickly gained a taste for the little bar on the outskirtsof town. Enough so that the bar could very quickly get busy)

Sans saw you in passing,carrying plates of food and rushing to and fro. Despite his aversion to crowdshe found himself going on the busier days, hoping to see you again as you bustledaround the bar

And gosh, was it weird thathe might have started to get a crush on someone with so much energy? You alwayswere so full of life as you moved around. You chatted with the costumers animatedly, all while keeping pace with Grillby and somehow taking orders at the sametime??? How the hell did you do all of that??? He was getting tired justwatching you!

Eventually, though, hegets his chance to actually meet you

He had been walking intoGrillby's when he found you outside, sitting on the ground with your chefs hattilted downwards and he just froze up. This was his chance to talk but he didn’tknow what to do??? He couldn’t just say “hey ive been watching you work for thepast few weeks and I really want to get to know you and stuff but please donethink im creepy”

Of course, all thatworrying was for nothing when he heard you let out a loud, obnoxious snore

Were you… Had you just…fallen asleep? The big ball of energy out like a light in the middle of the day?!

He checked under your capto see your eyes closed. Either waiting for your shift to startor -by how disheveled you looked- probably taking a break after a long day. Hewondered how many times you had worked yourself to the bone just to fall asleepthe second you had a moment. That maybe, more often then not, your boundless energywas diminished by the end of the day

And by accident (or somegod above that wanted to completely embarrass him) you woke up in the middle ofhis staring

“Oh!” you had said, withouta hint of malice, “You’re Tab Guy!”

“I’m the what!"

Underfell

Red

You were pretty sure hewas an alcoholic

The first few times youcame to work, he was already drunk. Bordering on black out. He slurred hiswords and made very… unnecessary comments at some of the patrons. Eitherlooking for a fuck or a fight. Whichever he could get

But never to you, whichwas both relieving and somewhat confidence shattering

(it wasn’t like you wantedto be catcalled (Or instigated)… but from the conversations you had with hisdrunken self when the bar was closing and the last patrons left you learned afew things about him

1: He liked puns

2: he was actually prettydang sweet

3: You were gaining a big crushon him very fast)

Grillby didn’t want todeal with him all that often (Something about a swiftly growing tab and hisbrother refusing to pay it off because he needed to learn responsibility) soyou became the go to deal with him. And it wasn’t like you were going torefuse, mostly because Grillby would handle the whole bar as long as you dealtwith Red for the rest of the night. It was like an all day long break!

Of course, after a wholeof getting to know him you had tried to cut him off. Just once.

“aint nothing…” he slurredto you, “ya see tha-tha alcohol… goes right thru-thro-through me…watch this…”

He proceeded to knock backanother drink, tipping both himself and the stood far enough that he toppledover onto the ground

For a long while he just laidthere, groaning in pain as you practically vaulted over the bar to check on him.Once you were down there you were greeted with his unapologetic snoring

After a quick chat withGrillby, who came out to find you hovering over the skeleton, he sent you offearly given you take Red home. So you slugged his arm around your shoulder andthen one of your own around his waist and headed off (after getting his addressfrom Grills, thankfully)

Most of the walk was spentwith him mumbling nonsense before nodding off, only to wake up a few moments laterand start rambling again

But something did stickwith you

“yer—” he said, all slurredwords and, “yer a gud human…all sweet an’ stuff… ya-ya listn ta me an… and yanever kick me out like grills does…a real sw’et’art. real gud an’ nice and..an...an--”

*SNORE*

Well... now you had to have his number

Horrortale

Jupiter

It’s a long while beforehe goes back to Grillby’s

You heard stories before,about these big skeletons in the underground that one day just came in and… assertedthemselves there. How one named Papyrus was the sweetest thing, even though so muchhe was the light of the town

And.. And then when theytalk about Sans- the other skeleton- it’s always in reverent whispers. Sure,they’ll tell you things like how he’s funny, a real sweetheart once you get toknow him, that he used to spend weekends at MTT resort before the incidenttelling jokes.

But then there’s thethings they didn’t tell you, hushed conversations of with only a whisper of hisname that would die out as you came by. It sent a shiver up your spine, because fromwhat you knew the guy was good but…

...But there was somethingthey were keeping, some secret the whole Underground refused to let anyone inon, especially the humans

When you met him it was towardsthe end of your shift, on a quiet Wednesday night where it was too early to close,but far too late out for anyone to want to come in. So you were surprised whenyou heard the bell ring

The guy was big, hulkingwith a hole in his head the size of a crater, and you would have been terrifiedout of your mind had it not been for the fact he seemed so small in thatmoment. One big eye light darting every way and only relaxing when he caughtsight of no one except for little old you

He sat at the far end of abooth, and you bounded over to him with the kindest of smiles (Despite thesmall amount of fear still going through you) and spoke to him.

The conversation flowed easilyfrom there. Even though he spoke slowly and with a nervousness you knew well, hewas witty when he wanted to be, and his jokes had you laughing

(He beamed when he got youto snort, eye light flickering to a heart for just a second)

The rest would be dealtwith later but, for now, it was just you and this sweetheart of a skeleton in abar

(That is… until Grillbyfinally exited the back and practically engulfed Sans in a warm ‘welcome home’hug)

#Im starting to get tired #lol been working on stuff all day cause like #it was my day off and i gotta do something or i lose my mind #and it was this and some other stuff #Only one prompt left and then ...#i think 20 followers left until i can do the 500 follower thing!!!#So im gonna close asks until then!#Horrortale #HT!Sans #Underfell #UF!Sans #Undertale #Sans #Anonymous

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firedupnumbskulls · 5 years

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"You seem tired, Sans."

"always am."

"Yes but you're barely holding your head up. Stay right there." Sans' head slipped down into his folded arms.

"Closing early." Grillby called, silencing everyone immediately.

There were a few scattered complaints, some begs for a last call, but Grillby never relented and nobody ever asked twice.

"Let me just clean up." He knew Sans was asleep, drooling on his bar again, but he still felt the need to explain what he was doing.

"You mentioned before that with Papyrus's new work friends, and Mettaton coming over so often you had trouble sleeping with all the noise, and the kids aren't here tonight, so sleep here. It'll be quiet, apart from the noise I can't control."

"nah nah, that noise you make... it's great. peaceful. you're like my personal campfire. not mine. you don't belong to me." He stumbled over his words while Grillby patiently smiled.

"but it's fine. i don't want to intrude. you've already closed early and wasted your day, you probably want to do something yourself while the kids are gone."

"Nope. Nothing to do." Grillby began putting the chairs and stools up. "you don't have any room for me."

"I don't have any room for your arguing, but I have room for you to stay. We'll get you some lunch and then get you to bed."

"ugh, you sound like my father, not my boy-." He paused. "...my friend."

"Sorry, force of habit. You're so short it's hard to tell sometimes. Get up." Sans hopped off his barstool and put it up on the bar before Grillby had the chance to.

"i'm not hungry."

"You told me you hadn't eaten all day, and you haven't touched your fries."

"sorry."

"I was going to do a stir fry. Does that sound good to you?"

"can make that romantic, I think."

"Well, we'll always have candlelight." The bartender tugged him along by the strings of his hoodie, through the fire exit, up the stairs and to the semi hidden apartment, a place only very good friends of the Flamesmans were allowed to be. It was always hot, despite the complete lack of radiators, and more importantly it was cosy. A real home away from home.

"Sit." The big bad monster demanded, settling Sans down with a cushion and a pat on the head.

"how do you manage to keep this place so clean? always so tidy."

"We don't make messes, unlike some monsters."

"i bet you're secretly messy. you've got so many dark secrets one more won't hurt."

"You think I have a sock collection growing mushrooms somewhere?"

"i think you don't wear socks because you don't want to interrupt the fun-gi party."

"That one was bad." He heard sizzling and sniffed.

"smells good. don't you ever want to add new stuff to your menu?"

"Nope. Just burgers and fries for the customers."

"i feel special."

"You are special, to me."

"oh." Sans twiddled his thumbs and let that sit in his head. "cool."

"Wakey wakey." Grillby cooed, and Sans realised his eyelights were out and he'd fallen asleep.

"You fell asleep."

"i noticed." He shook himself awake and Grillby slipped a cushion into his lap.

"Eat." He put a plate on the cushion.

"not eating at the counter?"

"Nope."

"got something on tv?"

"Yes, that's how they work." He smiled through a mouthful of rice and peppers.

"tell me more about how tvs work."

"Magic." He shrugged. "I'm not a PHD carrying scientist, I'm afraid."

"yeah, magic sounds right. electricity is a lot like magic. slasher fic?"

"Yeah, sure."

"humans sure like their blood and guts on the outside."

"Mhm. Morbid curiosity."

"i'm glad we don't bleed."

"Yep." He became aware that the hot body beside him was now leaning up against him.

"Enjoying it?"

"yep. I know I say it a lot, but you're great at cooking and I don't know why you run a bar."

"Because I like alcohol in a non-alcoholic way

"right, right."

"Thank you, though. It's nice to get complimented so often by one particular person."

"yeah, i'm a particular person."

"You are. My friend."

"i knew you heard me earlier."

"I did. Are you finished?" Sans' plate was completely bare, if he'd had the chance he'd have licked it clean, too.

"yep." He lifted his arms above his head and stretched his aching bones, making a satisfying crack.

"Want to finish this, or head to bed?"

"bed, please." He whined, wanting nothing more than a soft place to rest his weary everything. "but I don't have anything to wear."

"You can wear one of my shirts."

"a little too forward, aren't you?"

"Yep. I'm really rushing through this relationship."

Grillby's room was so bare Sans almost forgot how sentimental he usually was about everything.

"I'm sorry about the mess." Grillby considered a 'mess' to be an unmade bed and a scattering of pencils and colognes on his dresser.

"you've seen my room, right? a mattress and a self sustaining tornado of trash? that's a mess."

"Your room is a nightmare scenario. Here, this might fit." He threw a black shirt at Sans.

Sans looked down at it.

"you have band shirts?"

"Yep." Grillby undressed in front of him with no shame, as if they hadn't already slept together.

"you're into death metal?"

"A little."

"well, you do sound like you swallowed a cheese grater, i guess i shouldn't be surprised." The shirt went down to his knees, like some kind of old timey nightshirt that happened to have a pentagram on it.

"left or right?"

"Either. Just come lie down."

"you're too concerned about me."

"I know." Grillby pulled him down and tucked him in against his will.

"i'll never come here again." He assured. Grillby pet his skull.

"I know." Sans rolled over to face him.

"you're pretty."

"Now that doesn't sound like you at all."

"you're so pretty, and you care so much about me."

"I am, and I do."

"that's great. i like being in a relationship with you."

"Me too." Sans put his hand over Grillby's cheek and stroked it.

"you're good."

And then he woke up.

"fuck."

It was morning outside, birds were singing and the sun was shining brightly.

The sun inside was shining too, but luckily that one was still asleep, so Sans could sneak out unnoticed. He changed back into his stale smelling clothes and rushed out of the bedroom before he made any noise.

"Hey Sans."

"fuck."

"Dad doesn't like that language."

"You'll have to put one gold in the swear jar." Heats came up to him shaking the half full jar.

"what time is it?"

"Seven thirty." Fuku put down her book, stood up and smoothed out her skirt. Sans put a gold piece in the jar and Heats gave him a smug, satisfied grin. He looked exactly like Grillby did when he was smug.

"need a ride to school?"

"Need to get out cause you're afraid of commitment?" Fuku teased, picking up her backpack.

"take a day off, sweetie." He nudged her.

"Dad likes you." Heats chimed in.

"cool."

"You like him?"

"yeah."

"Cool."

Grillby woke up two hours later to a text.

'thank you so much for letting me sleep with you even though i was a dick. i want to do it again sometime, and possibly call you my boyfriend? i'll see you later.'

'You're welcome, boyfriend. Want to make an announcement later?'

#undertale #sansby #sans #grillby #writing tag #NotaTale

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mrfandomgage · 5 years

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DustFall

Reset 127, day 1.

Sans wakes in his bed again. The kid sure does like going through the underground. Sans begins to wonder if Frisk’s a masochistic, having most people forget them and deal with them usually violently. Sans has caught onto the reset shenanigans since reset number 7. Sans has stopped minding the resets though, Frisk usually does something differently and is usually kind to everyone. Sans gets up out of his bed early today, he feels like it’ll be a good change of pace.

“HOLY ////, SANS!” Papyrus shouts out, he was just about to enter his room, “ARE YOU ACTUALLY OUT OF BED BEFORE I CAN WAKE YOUR LAZY ///?”

“Uh… yeah boss”, Sans responds, unsure of how Papyrus will react.

“CONGRATULATIONS, SANS!” Papyrus shoots off, surprising Sans, “YOU MIGHT EVEN GET TO YOUR DAMN POST ON TIME TODAY”.

“Okay, well, I’m on it after I get something to eat”, Sans says, scooting past his brother and down the stairs.

“KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK AND YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY BE SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF!” Papyrus explodes, before sans leaves the house. The admiration feels new to Sans. His brother saying that he could be proud of him makes Sans feel like the kid rubbed off on the timeline. Going into Grillby’s, everyone is shocked to see him there.

“Hey slug”, someone yells, “what made you crawl out of bed today?”

“Just thought I needed to escargot”, Sans says, getting the usual mixed reaction of groans and laughs. Sans gets to the bar stool and gets up.

“Sans, are you feeling alright?” Grillby asks, he asks quietly to not show anyone he actually cares about Sans.

“Yeah, just mustard up the strength to deal with today”, Sans answers, then turns it into a pun, “about mustard”.

Grillby sighs, “alright, just don’t make another condiment joke, or you have to actually order something next time”.

“You got it Grillby”, Sans says. He gets his mustard and is egged on to chug it by the other customers. Sans downs the mustard then leaves a tip for Grillby. Sans leaves Grillby’s and heads down to his Snowdin post. The long way to actually enjoy the walk for once. Sans gets to his post, and waits around. He sets up a timer for when he needs to go on break so he doesn’t miss speaking with Toriel. Sans keeps himself up for Papyrus’ check up. Papyrus comes down and looks at Sans. To Sans’ astonishment he gets a form of congratulations for not passing out, or taking an early break.

Sans take a small rest after Papyrus leaves. The rest is ended by his alarm to go to Toriel. Sans gets up from his post and puts up a sign notifying that he’s on break. He goes down to the door and knocks.

“Who’s there?” Toriel says through the door.

“Cut”, Sans says.

“Cut who?” Asks Toriel.

“I like your style”, Sans says. There’s a long pause. “Lady, are you alright?” Sans asks.

“Yes, I just have something on my mind”, The answer through the door comes.

“Whatever it is, you can say it”. Sans listens to Toriel, and she goes on to how there’s a child underground. “Hey, lady, if you want me to, I’ll watch the kid for ya”.

“Really? If they are to leave, you’d do that for me?” Toriel questions.

“Course. We’ve been talking for quite the while, a child can’t be a bad thing”. Sans states.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you”.

“It’s no problem Lady. I actually have to go do something at the moment, so I’ll talk with you again tomorrow, alright?” Sans asks.

“That is alright, and thank you once again”, Toriel says, and with that Sans leaves back to his post. The day strolls on by, Sans gets three check ins from Papyrus. Today may be slow but it’s working out pretty well for Sans. No threats from Papyrus, a happy Toriel. Today must be going his way. Sans clocks out for the day and walks back home, letting that usually fake smile be real for once. He goes to Grillby’s for dinner, most of the people that are usually there are home. Sans sits at the bar stool, and is immediately yanked up and partially over the counter by Grillby.

“Hey, what the he-”, Sans starts, getting cut off by Grillby whispering.

“are you sure you’re ok? You aren’t on Muffet’s drugs?” Grillby whispers to Sans.

“Grillby, I’m fine, I haven’t even gotten close to HotLands today. We both know Muffet’s drugs only last a few hours”, Sans softly answers Grillby, “what got you so freaked out?”

“You are never like this, you even paid me actual money this morning for the mustard”, Grillby says, setting Sans back down.

“I just had a great feeling about today and I was right”, Sans tells Grillby, “so for that I’m feeling generous”.

Grillby takes a moment, “alright, if you pay for just a burger today, I’ll be generous with you too”.

“How so Grillby?” Sans asks.

“Well, I’ll give you fries, mustard, and a drink along with the burger and a to go for your brother”, Grillby says, “but this burger can’t be on your tab, got that?”

“Sounds like a deal”, Sans says paying Grillby the 25g. Sans shares the food with Grillby as the rest of the people go home for the night. Grillby makes Papyrus’ smoothie as Sans finishes the last of his drink. Sans thanks Grillby, and takes the smoothie home with him.

“SANS, WHY IN HELL ARE YOU LATE?” Papyrus shouts as Sans gets through the door.

“I was getting you a treat, Boss”, Sans says handing over the smoothie.

“WELL, THAT’S NO EXCUSE TO BE”, as Papyrus is shouting he sips the smoothie, “LATE. PLEASE TRY YOUR HARDEST NOT TO BE LATE”.

“You got it Boss”, Sans says. Sans heads upstairs as Papyrus runs into the kitchen to hide and drink his smoothie. Sans knows he doesn’t like people knowing he enjoys sweet things. Sans knows how Paps views the enjoyment of “SUGARY TRASH” is a sign of weakness. Sans also knows how he has a weakness for smoothies, that he never wants to admit. This reaction was much better than the last reset to Sans being home late. Sans goes to bed, expecting tomorrow to be better with Frisk around.

#UnderFell #UnderTaleAU #Sans #Papyrus #Toriel #Grillby #MrFandomGage #UnderTale #DustFall

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pumpkinflash · 5 years

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You're Drunk

Your friend wanted to join a bar hopping event that is going on downtown tonight. Basically each bar on the strip has some sort of puzzle or riddle that will explain what drink you need to order. Order the right drink and you get and you get a little token unique to that bar. Once you collect all the tokens you get a prize! You decided to go with her for moral sober support.

You aren't really a drinker so your alcohol tolerance is pretty non existent. Being curious as to how the drinks taste you always snag a sip of the beverage before she downs the rest. Your friend however really knew how to hold her alcohol so five bars in to the challenge and you were both still sober.

During your bar hopping you meet a long female going about the challenge as well, but she looked totally smashed. Not wanting anything bad to happen to her in her drunken state you decide to team up and tackle the challenges together. She wasn't any help what so ever be she at least entertaining. A few bars later and your down to your last bar, Grillby's. Entering the bar it's full of cheer, warmth, and monsters.

Oh yeah monster did become a thing of existence a couple of years ago! How could you forget? Ignoring the commotion your friend and the drunk girl are making you wobble towards the bar. Looking up you see a bar tender on fire. "Psst, pssssssst" you say trying to get his attention. "Did you know you're on fire?" You ask in what you think is a quite voice. The bar tender and people around you let out a soft chuckle. "No no fer real, you're on fire!" steading yourself on the bar you bring your hands up to gesture to the parts on fire. "Rrrrrrrrrriiight there. And there" You slur gesturing to his face and hands.

Causing more chuckles to escape from the on lookers. Then a thought occurs to you, "Ooooooh nooooooo are you in pain!? Are you dying!? Please don't die you have so much to live foooooor!" You whine in concern and protest as your body slumps against the counter. Grillby covers his mouth as his flames crackles and snaps. "The fireplace is broken." You says solemnly as you start to slide down to the floor.

You hear someone try to tell you that Grillby is fine but you don't know who said it. Looking to your right you see a skeleton in a blue hoodie and pink slippers. Patting his leg you cry out "Ooooohh nooooo I was too late! You already dieeeeeed" Causing the short skeleton to burst into laughter as he grips his ribs. "And he's laughing from the death of it all!" You state ike it was an observation.

"Oh My Gosh! YN stop. You're drunk!" Your friend called out from the other side of the bar. Not that your looking at her, you don't know where she is. Where are you?

"I'm what?" you ask in confusion looking around but only seeing the wall and legs.

"You're drunk!" She yells towards you. Turning around you see your friend standing there, angrily taring daggers at the equally angry drunk girl.

Pointing to yourself you ask with confusion and disbelief in your voice. "Me?"

Your friend turns to face you her anger reluctantly fading as a breaks across her face, "Yes you, you're drunk."

Shocked by the new you gasp loudly, "Nooooooo how you do this to meeee!" Fling your body over to the side you flop onto the skeletons lap. "Nooooo I'm druuuunk!" You cry out in sobs as you cling to the shorts of the skeleton.

"Get off the skeleton!" Your friend yells out in shock.

"Noooooo I'm drunk." You then proceed to asleep said skeleton's lap, still clinging on his basketball shorts.

Your friend sighs and shakes her head. Normally she would love to sit back and enjoy you being drunk for the first time ever. But that drunk girl you picked up had turned out to a monster hater. Who knew you'd run into one in this district. Ever since Grillby opened up this bar strip had be pro monster. An increase in bar safety protocol, and a decrease in dangerous drunkers and crime also decrease in the area ever since his bar opened up here. Heck even this event started thanks to Grillby's and the monster!

Luckily it seems your drunk antiques helped deflate the situation. The drunk girl was removed but the joyous mood didn't leave with her. Your friend finished the challenge collecting the last token and claiming her prize. Two $500 dollar gift cards, one for you and one for her. It was time to leave and you refuse to let go of him.

Anytime she unhooked on of your hands it would reconnect to a different part of him. Finally she asked him if he was okay with bringing you home. The three of you would go to your friend's house for the night and you can deal with waking up in the arms of a random skeleton.

#undertale #undertale fanfic #random idea #you're drunk

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redvelvetreel · 5 years

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Red Velvet Reel 9.2: Blue Ain’t (Usually) My Color

[Fic Directory]

Pairing: [Married] Spicyhoney (Underfell Papyrus x Underswap Papyrus)

Summary: Stretch learns a little bit more about everything: parentMOOD, funeral traditions, *what Edge is probably thinking.* But at least he knows how to move forward now!

Characters: Stretch (Underswap Papyrus) & Red (Underfell Sans)& Blue (Underswap Sans)

Contains: Mpreg/Skelepreg! Candid discussions of monster funerary traditions! Different monster cultural traditions between universes!

Rating: Teen and up! (I guess?)

Note: Additional cultural notes/elaborations available at the bottom so as to avoid spoilers! :)

“Me?!” Stretch gaped, unable to keep the surprised indignation out of his tone, “Me?!”

Before Red could say anything else, Blue kicked him under the table again, “Thank you for all that, Red!” Blue put his mouth literally against the side of his brother’s skull, saying as quietly as possible, “He’s an asshole but he’s right.”

Somehow, Red still heard him. Still stuck his tongue out petulantly, but he was obviously flattered. Even if he kicked Blue under the table and steal his last biscotti. It was kinda cute.

Stretch shook his head free of that weird thought, focusing on his confused outrage, “What do you mean I’m freaking him out?!” Wait, he was the master of his emotions, he could ask this quietly and civilly! Think soothing thoughts, like clouds and kittens and successful science projects- “I mean, how am I putting Edge on... edge?” Hehe. “I’m doing my best to not do that?”

“Well,” Blue folded his hands under his chin, looking thoughtful, “Edge still has his intent sensitivity-“

“Parent sense!” Red chimed in helpfully, chewing noisily as he dunked his biscotti in the remaining half of Stretch’s coffee. He felt a deep pang of sadness, one that he couldn’t blame entirely on Pancake. He downed the rest of it before his brother-in-law could double-dunk.

“So, even if you tried to act like everything was fine, he would still be able to detect your intent.” Blue, trying so hard to be careful, was endearing and annoying, and it was a struggle to try and push those conflicting feelings away.

“‘N ya ain’t too good an actor!” Red swiped Blue’s mug, using the last sliver of biscotti to scrape whipped cream off the inside.

“You’re a great actor!” Blue assured him firmly, pointedly ignoring his obnoxious counterpart. “But the parentMOOD heightens your emotions, and makes it more... obvious when you are... troubled.”

“Saw ya lookin’ sad way aways.” Red had gotten a spoon from somewhere, and was using it to scrape up the dregs from his coffee cup,”‘N ya get lil’ poofs ‘a intent when yer moods swingin’.”

“Do- Do I really?!” Stretch couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “So my stupid mood swings are undermining my best attempts to play it cool? And are straining my marriage?”

“Papy.” Blue was a very patient monster, but even he looked like he might be nearing his limit, “Your marriage is fine. Edge isn’t going to divorce you over being a little moody. He’s moody!”

“Yep.” Red was playing with the spoon now, trying to balance it on the tips of his claws, “S’not his style, ‘n Fell ain’t real big on ‘divorce. ‘Fore it got bad, Boss’d prolly kill ya ‘n put ya in an osario.”

“Oh.” Stretch wasn’t sure if he was comforted or alarmed by that tidbit. Blue looked horrified, so he probably should feel more like that. Weird. “What’s that?”

“Osario’s lotsa stuff- s’box thing. Glass ‘n shit. For ya? Mm... ‘Prolly a collar.” Red’s smile stretched wider at that reaction, voice nonchalant even as he watched Blue carefully. Out of the corner of his eye. “Touchy-feely bastard’ prolly carry ya around whole damn time, too. No inventori for ya, Honey.”

“WHAT?!” Blue was aghast, looking pale, so Stretch absolutely shouldn’t have felt a little flattered at that. And certainly not pleased. “Edge regularly carries...” Blue fidgeted, lowering his voice to a strained whisper, “Monster dust?”

“Before, yeah?” Red didn’t look like he quite understood the question, “Not now. Didn’t bring none here, don’t think.”

“WhY?!” Blue rubbed at his face, “Underfell is a terrible, vicious place, I know-“ Stretch winced at that, remembering Edge’s bitter sulk after the whole bar incident. Had his little meltdown over that whole will-death talk make his husband’s insecurities worse? “But what reason could any monster possibly have to carry that around?!”

“Sos ya can honor the dead, Baby Blue.” Red gave the other skeleton a sharp look, “What else ya gonna do? Stick ‘em up like a goddamn decoration? Psh. Ain’t nothin’ sadder than being goddamn forgotten.”

Oh nooooo, this was just a huge cultural misunderstanding. Edge wasn’t being macabre! He totally hurt his hubby’s feelings! On something Edge was already sensitive about!

“I told you like a hundred times- that’s Undertale! In Underswap, everyone who knew them puts some of monster’s dust in a pot of soil!” Red and Blue were still going at it. “Then, you plant an echo flower seed and care for it until it blooms. Then, it will have your loved one’s voice, and it feels like you can talk to them! That’s the opposite of forgotten!”

“That’s fuckin’ creepy, man.” Red shuddered, making that peace-bless hand signal over all three of them. “Dust’s dust! It havin’ a Dusted’s magic color ‘n voice just ain’t right.”

“How is carrying your friend’s dust everywhere you go any less creepy?!” Blue threw his arms up. “At least you don’t actually see the dust on an echo flower, and it’s quietly tended to! At home!”

“‘Cause we ain’t pretendin’ they ain’t dusted! Fine, look, s’diff for diff monsters ‘n shit, but here’s how Edge’d do it-“ Oh noooo, it was cultural AND something personally important to Edge! Stretch put his head in his hands. Oh, he fucked up so bad.

“Lil’ bit of dust s’given to whatever bastard wants it, yeah? Crown takes s lil’ dusted RG go in this lil’ medal thing, ‘n their put in...” Red made a face, struggling with the phrasing, “Patria... temple...? Some bullshit place, lotsa flowers ‘n ribbon ‘n shit, s’like ‘rememberin’ the fallen’ whatever.”

Red rubbed at his face like he was getting a headache, “S’long story, but as Cap’n he was wearin’ a diff osario a day. Come in Grillby’s, pour a lil’ rum out fer the Angel ‘n the Dusted ‘n down rest. ‘Everybody’d do it, too. ‘N we’d chat about ‘em, laugh ‘n just... remember.”

He sighed deeply, tone soft and melancholic, “Ain’t nothin’ scarier for Fell than thinkin’ yer life ain’t matter. That y’ain’t make no kind of mark on no one at all.”

Blue didn’t say anything at that, watching Red carefully with veiled pity. Or was that understanding? “I guess that doesn’t sound so terrible. It’s the same principle as our Memorial Echo tradition.” He smiled, “Knowing that your loved ones will keep you alive in their memories, even as they make new ones with a piece of you at their side. It seems like it would give some monsters peace of mind.”

Damn. Stretch hadn’t mentioned what he and Edge had actually ‘fought’ about! How did Red and Blue know?! There was no way this conversation hadn’t been orchestrated- it was way too creepily relevant! At the same time, Edge probably hadn’t told them. He was always saying ‘dirty laundry is done at home,’ so how...?

“Are you ok, Papy?” Blue looked concerned, reaching out to turn his face toward the light, “You’re looking a little pale-“

He pulled away, putting his brother’s hand back on the table. “I don’t know how you both know what you know,” Stretch started warily, eyeing them both suspiciously, “And it’s still creepy- but ok. I got your message. Loud and clear.”

[Part 1] [Part 2 - Here!] [ Part 3 ]

Notes/Clarification:

-Osario in English is "Ossuary," but for the purposes of Underfell culture, think of it more as a "reliquary." Those are these ornate containers for venerated objects in Catholicism, and come in a variety of shapes and sizes.

-Collar is a double entendre: it's like the dog collar kind in English, but in Spanish it's just a necklace.

- The saying in spanish is, "La ropa sucia se lava en casa," or "Dirty laundry is washed at home." Meaning you don't air dirty laundry/family issues and stuff in front of people.

-Underswap monster funerals: Echo flowers are a memorial flower, and because they're magical flowers, soil infused with monster dust gives them that monster's voice! They'll echo back whatever you tell them in the voice of the deceased, so it's customary to keep them at home and just... talk to them, hear the things you miss the most. "I love you" is the usual phrase of choice. They're pretty hardy flowers, so they live for as long as they're cared for.

#underswap sans #underswap papyrus #underfell sans #skelepreg #spicyhoney #redvelvetreel #monster culture hc

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proxylynn · 5 years

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Underfell: File Name not Edgy Enough #13

Chapter 13: Pussycat WARNING: I WANT NO RESPONSIBILITY OVER SPOILING THINGS FOR OTHERS. THAT BEING SAID, THIS IS HOW FILE NAME NOT FOUND WOULD FUNCTION IN THE AU OF UNDERFELL. BEFORE YOU READ THIS, UNLIKE THE NICE TIME OF UNDERTALE, THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED. THIS STORY WILL BE GRAPHIC, GORY, USE SWEARS LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS, AND DEAL WITH SENSITIVE SUBJECT MATTERS. FOR EXAMPLE, THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ THE FILE NAME RELOCATED SPOOF WILL KNOW HOW I PICTURE THIS VERSION OF LYNSIE COMING TO THE UNDERGROUND. IT IS NOT AN ACCIDENT. IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING DUMB. IT IS BECAUSE SHE CHOOSES TO END HER LIFE. SO TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT. I MADE IT BECAUSE I NEEDED TO LET SOME OF THIS EDGINESS OUT OF MYSELF. WHICH I GUESS MAKES UNDERFELL LYNSIE EVEN MORE TRUE TO WHO I REALLY AM. ANYWAY, ENJOY. ^_^ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Papyrus woke from slumber feeling oddly satisfied. Not that he would admit it, but the human's sub-par meal was successful in filling him and not entirely leaving a bad taste in his mouth. He would admit it was better than anything his brother had attempted making. First was that god awful Mustard Pie. Then he burnt his try at a Hamburg Quiche. The final attempt was pathetic, Sans merely put a takeout menu on a plate with the message of "order whatever ya want". That one really annoyed him as not only was that a new low in laziness but Papyrus can't stand bad grammar, and his brother's use of slang pisses him off to no end. But now was not the time to dwell on the stupidity of his brother. Nope. It was yet another day and once more it was time to get ready for work. And if anything could be said about Papyrus, it was that he was a creature of habit that sticks to a strict routine. He wakes up extra early to steam clean and presses his Battle Body uniform, after all, he only has the one that he made himself. After that, a small morning workout and shower to really wake himself up. This was now how his mornings ended. He would normally make something to eat for the both of them, but that was the human's task now. He'd fetch her and his little pet will do as Master tells her. That much he at least found comforting. She wasn't the best pet, part of him really wanted her dead and out of his life, but at least she had her moments where he knew she'd obey without question. And when it came to breakfast, she was a bit more tolerable. First things first, it's time to make sure that no good sloth down the hall gets his ass up and ready to go. So the spotless proud badass struts his stuff over to his slimeball of a brother's door and ever so nicely pounded on the door hard enough to get attention without breaking it. "SANS! WAKE UP, YOU LAZY SHIT! YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO OPEN THIS DOOR! ONE! TWO! THREE...!" The door opens but to Papyrus's surprise, the human is the one standing in his sights looking very tired. "*slight yawn* Morning, Papyrus. Sans is getting up...Slowly." His right eye twitches. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HIS ROOM?" She rubs her eyes wearily. "Must have nodded off. San and I were up for a good chunk of the night. *groan* God, my back is killing me..." It doesn't take much to set off the short fuse that Papyrus has. And that less than subtle bit was enough to do it. In seconds, he has her by the throat and slammed onto the bedroom floor. "YOU FILTHY WHORE! HOW DARE YOU DEFILE MY BROTHER!" She winces and looks at him confused. "What are you talking about?" "DO NOT DENY IT! I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS AND MOUNT IT OVER MY BED!" "pap, knock it off. it's too early for this crap and nothing happened anyway." Sans stretches himself out of bed, ignoring the seriousness as if this is as normal as it can be. Papyrus is far from convinced by his disheveled and possibly pleased brother. "DO YOU TAKE ME FOR A FOOL? THERE IS ONLY ONE REASON A FEMALE AND MALE SHARE A ROOM." Sans smirks cockily. "oh yeah? and what exactly is that, huh?" The always serious and unwavering Papyrus begins to falter in his cool. A slight blush reddening his cheekbones and his eyes shift a bit. "Y-YOU...YOU KNOW..." "no, pap, i don't. why not enlighten me on why this is so bad?" Sans, of course, knows the reason why Papyrus is having this little fit. After all, out of the two of them, Sans is the more social and people experienced. He's thrown himself into the dating pool before and, due to his family's reputation, came out rejected and soggy. So he finds this rather funny. The highly inexperienced Papyrus losing his shit over something like this. It's god damn hilarious to him. And it would be even funnier to see if Papyrus can even say the word "sex" without passing out like a prude. Papyrus on his end starts to sweat a little and his grip on the human weakens in nervousness. "UH...UM...WHEN A MALE AND A FEMALE..." Sans isn't able to hold in his amusement in and laughs out loud. "oh my god...hehehe...this is just too rich." Papyrus growls all flustered. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY, SANS!" "i disagree." "May I interject here?" Papyrus glares at her but seeing as Sans isn't in a helping mood maybe she won't be a bitch about this. "SPEAK, HUMAN." "I can see where you probably got the wrong idea from all this. But for real, nothing happened with me and your bro. All we did was talk." "THEN WHY WOULD YOUR BACK HURT IF ALL YOU DID WAS 'TALK'?" "she slept on the floor." "Technically, I passed out on the foot on the mattress and then rolled onto the floor." "oh, ya didn't roll. i pushed you off." "You dick!" "SO...THERE WERE NO ACTIONS DONE THAT WOULD BRING SHAME TO OUR FAMILY?" "*sigh* no, pap. nothing happened." "Okay, for one, ouch. I know I'm no prize but he could do way worse than me. And secondly, your bro is cool, but he's not random fuck cool." "the fuck does that mean? ya think you're too good for me?" "Never said that. I'm just not interested in bedroom antics. And if anything, you're too good for me." That caught Sans off guard, causing him to blush a tiny bit. Papyrus, however, takes offense to this. "EXCUSE ME? IF ANYONE AROUND HERE IS TOO GOOD FOR ANYONE, IT'S ME. I AM THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS. I COMMAND RESPECT...RECOGNITION...AND BEST OF ALL...FEAR." "Got high standers, huh?" Sans scoffs. "there's an understatement." "AND WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSE TO ME?" "bro, you've never been on a date in your entire life." "THAT'S BY CHOICE! IF I WANTED TO DATE THAN I WILL. I JUST HAVEN'T MET ANYONE WORTHY OF MY TIME. THAT'S ALL." "right...and it has nothing with that incident when we were kids." "YOU SWORE WE'D NEVER SPEAK OF THAT AGAIN!" "did i go into detail about what happened? no. so calm down, bro." "EITHER WAY, THAT THING HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING. IF I DO DATE, AND ONE DAY I WILL, SO FUCK OFF...IF I DO CHOOSE TO DATE, I WILL GET ALL THE THINGS I UTTERLY DESERVE! PEOPLE WILL FLOCK TO BE WITH ME. BEGGING TO BE ON MY ARM AND FLAUNTED AS BELONGING TO ONE SUCH AS MYSELF. I WILL BATHE IN A SHOWER OF KISSES EVERY MORNING AND BREATHE DEEP THE INTOXICATING AROMA OF ENDLESS AFFECTION. BUT THAT DAY WILL COME ONLY WHEN I FIND SOMEONE WORTHY. I REFUSE TO DEGRADE MYSELF BY LOWERING THE BAR AS YOU HAVE." Sans growls and opens his mouth to most likely say a very hurtful thing, but the human speaks first. "I do hate to interrupt because this is interesting as hell, but don't you both have work today?" Realization hits Papyrus and he lets her go while rushing downstairs. "you know he's going to yell for you to go down there and make breakfast." Sans remarks while looking through his dresser. "I know. Just letting my neck relax. Why does everyone keep grabbing me there?" She rubs her neck in soreness. "come here. i'll give it a look." She pulls off a reverse somersault and moves over to him. He snickers a moment and checks under her bandanna. "hmmm..." "The bruises going away or getting worse?" "the major marks are going away slowly. there's some minor irritation in the palm prints, probably from pap's grip. but i'd give it to the end of the day for it all to be gone." "It's still so weird. How did his strangling follow me out of the void?" "not a clue. i might be a smart guy, but shit that breaks the laws of reality or sense is beyond me." "Makes your brain grind it's gears too?" "yep." "HUMAN!" "called it." She sighs and stretches, a few bones pop in doing so which make Sans cringe. "Time to do another stereotypical woman chore. Hope eggs are still good on your menu." "heh...anything is better than morning pasta." She snickers and takes her leave of his room. "See you in a bit, Sansy-boy." Sans glares but lets her tease go. He really doesn't like her calling him that. But he as a limit on how many times he can take it before it gets under his metaphorical skin. He'd have to think of one to get back at her later, though the one Grillby came up with works pretty well. Maybe he can work with that. By the time Sans gets downstairs the hustle Papyrus had has slowed down thanks to food. Judging on his brother's plate, today's meal was eggs over easy with some french toast. The smell alone had him salivating. "smells good." That got her to smile. "Tastes good too. You like soft yokes?" He saw an opportunity and went for it. "that's one of the few things i like soft." It takes a moment before she giggles. "Oh wow...You cracked me good there." She hands him a plate and he takes it with a grin. "not hard to do with such a weak shell." "Careful now. You don't want to get stuck in a sticky situation." She offers syrup and he has a hard time not snickering. "now you're just eating up my time." "You know you like chewing the fat with me." Sans attempts to make another pun but the deep throaty rumble from the entryway shuts that down. "i'm...i'm just gonna go eat." "YES. YOU DO THAT, SANS." Papyrus comes into the kitchen and puts his dishes in the sink as Sans walks out. "WHILE STILL NOT ON MY LEVEL...I WILL SAY THIS DISH WAS ADEQUATE." "Glad to hear you were able to tolerate it." Papyrus smirks. "THAT. THAT RIGHT THERE IS WHAT I'D LIKE TO FIND IN A PARTNER." "What? Witty banter or blind obedience?" He scoffs and she snickers. "Okay...somewhat obedience depending on mood." "A BIT OF BOTH REALLY. THOUGH I'LL TAKE THE BLIND OBEDIENCE." "I knew you would say that." He pats her head roughly and it makes her bite her tongue as his phalanges pull her hair. "SUCH A SHAME, HUMAN. HAD FATE NOT BEEN SO CRUEL AS TO MAKE YOU INFERIOR, YOU MIGHT HAVE HAD 1% CHANCE OF GAINING MY ATTENTION." She playfully mock pouts. "Oh, how cruel this life of mine is. How wrong my birth was, as random as it might have been to house this weary soul, to be made human. Damn you powers that be for committing such a grievous sin as having me miss out on a potential rejection from the great and terrible Papyrus!" He slaps her in the back of the head and she laughs. "Too much?" "AS TRUE AS YOUR WORDS ARE, I AM NOT IN THE MOOD TO ENJOY YOU MAKING AN ASS OF YOURSELF. HEH...MAYBE WHEN I COME BACK." Papyrus turns to leave. "Master..." The very utterance of that word had him at a dead stop. "Am I really to be restrained while you're away? It would make doing my chores impossible." She's manipulating him with the truth. On the one hand, she does do things around the house. And on the other hand, he doesn't trust her as far as he can throw her. Maybe if there was a guard in place? Lord knows the flower isn't stopping her and she managed to get by Sans. No, he must handle this with a delicate touch. Whom could he trust with ensuring the human wouldn't run around town like an idiot or altering Undyne that there's a human in the Underground and losing his position in the Royal Guard? Maybe...Just maybe... "HUMAN...SANS FOUND YOU AT GRILLBY'S WHEN YOU DECIDED TO BE 'ADVENTUROUS', CORRECT?" She stops what she's doing and looks at him. "Yes." "AND UNDER GRILLBY'S ROOF, DID HE MAKE YOU STAY?" She looks at him funny. "He was a bit insistent. Why?" "AND HOW DID HE TREAT YOU?" "He was okay but kept annoying me with this pet name. So what?" "I SEE." "...I'm not sure I like how this is starting to sound." He begins to smile and she grows in concern. "What? What are you planning?" "HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO SPEND THE DAY WITH HIM?" "Why?" "what?!" Sans comes in and is not happy. "what sort of bullshit did i just hear?" "SINCE WE CAN NOT TRUST THE HUMAN TO STAY HOME AND NO ONE IS APPARENTLY KEEPING HER IN LINE BUT ME, I HAVE MADE THE CHOICE TO HAVE HER UNDER A MORE RELIABLE WATCHER." "so she gets to be at grillby's and that's fine. but if i do it, you bitch me out?" "Uh, better note, I don't need a babysitter. I'm a grown woman." "A GROWN WOMAN THAT DOESN'T LIKE TO LISTEN. I WILL NOT HAVE YOU ROAM FREELY LIKE YOU OWN THE UNDERGROUND. AND SINCE YOU ARE A CRAFTY LITTLE CREATURE THAT DOESN'T WANT ME TO BEAT YOU TO A BLOODY PULP, I'M OFFERING A GENEROUS ALTERNATIVE. I RECOMMEND YOU ACCEPT IT." "But...But the housework?" "IT CAN WAIT. NOW FIX SOMETHING FOR YOURSELF AND FLOWER. WE'LL BE LEAVING IN THREE MINUTES." She growls in annoyance. "BE PISSY ALL YOU WANT. IT'S HAPPENING WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT." "are you sure this is a good idea, bro?" "OF COURSE IT IS. ALL MY IDEAS ARE GREAT. OUR PET IS A TROUBLEMAKER AT HOME, BUT SHE ISN'T AS STUPID AS SHE SEEMS. ISN'T THAT RIGHT, HUMAN? YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO CAUSE PROBLEMS IN PUBLIC. DON'T YOU, PET? YOU WOULDN'T RISK DRAWING ATTENTION TO YOURSELF. CAN'T GET BACK TO MOMMY IF THE TOWN GANGS UP ON YOU." Her growling softens and she folds her arms. "You've backed me into a corner, sir. I have no moves left. And I hate it." Papyrus laughs in triumph and Sans shakes his head. The human begrudging sets two more plates and serves a nervous Flowey before muttering curses as she eats. There isn't much resistance after that, though the human was reluctant and moving so slow that Papyrus had to drag her the rest of the way. Once at the bar belonging to the fire elemental, Papyrus explains the situation as discreetly as possible to the amused bar owner and Sans had to squeeze extra hard on that stress ball in his pocket to ignore the creepy look the monster behind the bar was giving the slumped over human hiding in a booth. With that done, the skeletons left me here and here I've remained seated for the last hour or so. I don't mind being here, not at all. The part I'm annoyed by was that Papyrus MADE me come here. I planned on doing the chores quickly and then napping before cooking. Now I'll have to rush shit when they bring me back to their place. Shit...I gotta call mom before she wigs out. Man, I really need to get a better phone. Texting would make this less embarrassing in public. [RING] "Hello?" "Morning, mom." A loud excited sound of glee shatters my eardrum and gets attention in the bar. "My child! I am so happy to hear your voice." "Glad to hear that...mostly because it means I haven't gone deaf." "My apologies. I have just been worried sick. You did not call last night." I slap my face. "I knew something was bugging me for a reason. I am so sorry, Nanny. It slipped my mind." "What could have possibly distracted you?" "I was just up all night with Sans..." I can hear her phone crunch a bit in her grip. "I had another nightmare. And we just talked to get it off my mind. Making dumb jokes and puns. It helped." The crunching stops and I start to notice a shadow hovering behind me that is casting a faint glow. "Do you wish to talk about it, my child?" "Maybe some other time. Preferably when there isn't someone listening in." I look back at the smirking flame-man leaning in over me. "Are those boy's being rude?" "No, they're at work. This is another mischief maker." He moves his head closer and invades my personal space. "*whisper* Calling mommy, pussycat? That's so sweet." I want to slap him and hide under the table at the same time. "Mom, I got to go. I'll check back later when I'm alone." "Very well. I shall call you at supper time." "Sounds like a plan. Take care, Nanny. *mutter* I love you." "Awww...!" I close the phone before I hear Toriel's reply and I glare at Grillby hard. "Dude, what the hell?" He merely smiles and moves to sit in the booth seat across from me. "You seem to be in a good. Such a nice girl you are to call your mom and let her know you're okay." I'm not in a playful mood right now to deal with him. "Shouldn't you be behind the bar?" He chuckles a little. "I have the right to take a break when I want. Besides, surely you would like some company." I stare at him blankly. "Don't tell me you're that mad? It's not like I heard anything. I merely was playing with you." I fold my arms and rest my head on the table. "I'm not mad at you. I'm just not in a good mood." "Can I interest you in another burger?" "As good as it was, I would prefer to be able to remember things. Thank you." He gets quiet for a moment before tapping on the table to get my attention. "How about a drink? Free of charge." I eye him. "What? What's with that look?" "Nothing is ever free. There is always a price. So what is it you want?" He frowns a little. "You wound me, pussycat. I am just trying to be friendly. Did I do something wrong to you last time?" "...No." "Then would you be willing to come to the bar and keep me company? I assure you, that mood of yours will turn around if you do." I really don't want to leave my booth. I'm not a sociable person when like this and I'd rather be left alone. But Grillby is very charming and when he puts his hand over one of mine, it makes it difficult to really tell him to piss off. "Come on...I'll make it worth your while." I fight the smile coming to my face so that it only comes out as a smirk. "You can try, my friend." Still holding my hand, he pulls us from our seats at the booth and he gets us to the bar. He, of course, takes his rightful place behind it while I rest on a familiar stool. When he returns to his post, Grillby begins receiving orders from other patrons and he decides to be a cheeky bugger by showing off his skills in the art of flair bartending. Flair bartending is the practice of bartenders entertaining guests, clientele or audiences with the manipulation of bar tools such as cocktail shakers and liquor bottles in tricky, dazzling ways. Used occasionally in cocktail bars, the action requires skills commonly associated with jugglers. He starts off with some simple baby moves, the basics really. When getting ready to put ice in a glass, he throws several ice cubes in the air and then catches them in the glass. Then grabbing bottles by the neck, he flips them 360° degrees in front of him and catches it by the neck or body before beginning to pour. He then tries something a bit more advanced as he continues. He takes another bottle by the neck and throws it like he did the with the basic flip. But instead of catching the bottle, he has it land in his palm. He gains much applause for this yet he isn't done. With another bottle he lays it flat in his palm, then using his fingers to spin it in full circles a couple times, he makes waving motions to make it pour out only when the neck points at the glass. And as a cool finishing touch, he snaps his fingers to cause the drinks to come alive with a fiery top that needs to be blown out to drink properly. He's really good. "So, pussycat...How's that bad mood now?" "Heh...You make it hard to keep a frown, that much is true. Though, please, quit calling me that name." "What name?" "I'm not going to say it." "Say what?" "...I will smack you." "God, you're so cute when you get feisty." I glare at him but all he does is smile. "You get off on this way too much." "Maybe. But it's only because you make it so much fun." I so want to wipe that smile off him. "By the way, since you fixed the jukebox, I looked over what was inside and found a little gem that I think suits you perfectly." I sense a setup. "Why don't you give it a listen?" "...If this is a ploy to play a messed up song or porn music, you sir, will not like me...unless it's funny." "Trust me. It's none of those things." I eye him still as I go over to the jukebox. "What's the setlist?" "It's the first one. I made it easy for you." I hit the button and the track begins to play. Upon hearing that first blaring note, I recognize this song and smack my face for falling for this. [What's New Pussycat by Tom Jones begins to play] "Oh, you cheeky fartknocker..." He laughs and I sit back down. "♪What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...!♫" "I hate you so much right now." "You know you love me." "♪Pussycat, Pussycat, I've got flowers. And lots of hours. To spend with you. So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose! Pussycat, Pussycat, I love you. Yes, I do! You and your pussycat nose!♫" "Hey, I find this song offensive!" Shouts a dog from the other end of the bar. Grillby responds with the threat of being hosed with water. "Fuck off, I worked hard on this bit. If you don't like it, then leave." The dog grumbles and drowns its snout in its mug of beer. "♪What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...!♫" I hide in my hands and pray to become invisible, all the while Grillby can't get enough of this. "♪Pussycat, Pussycat, you're so thrilling. And I'm so willing. To care for you. So go and make up your cute little pussycat eyes! Pussycat, Pussycat, I love you. Yes, I do! You and your pussycat eyes!♫" "Come on, pussycat. It's not that bad." "I don't know which I want to do more. Kick your ass or applaud you." "♪What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...!♫" "When is this over?" "Relax. It's only a two-minute long song." "Longest two minutes of my life." "♪Pussycat, Pussycat, you're delicious. And if my wishes. Can all come true. I'll soon be kissing your sweet little pussycat lips! Pussycat, Pussycat, I love you. Yes, I do! You and your pussycat lips! (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!) You and your pussycat eyes! (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!) You and your pussycat...nose!♫" The song fades out and I stare at the smirking man of fire before me. "Well? Did I pick your tune or what?" I feel on the verge of some emotion, but whether it's good or bad I can't tell yet. "Um...You okay?" "...Let me have a drink and I'll let you know." "Alright. What'll it be?" "Just ice water." Now he's the one eyeing me as he does as requested. He hands me the glass and I drink deep of it, half is gone by the time I set it down. "So...?" I take a slow inhale through the nose and calmly exhale the same way. "Grillby, my dude..." "Yes?" I suddenly yank him by the tie and pull him down to me. "You are so lucky I like you, ya flaming dork." He blinks a few times then grins. "You got me again, pussycat." "You make it easy, sir." I let him go and take my glass again. "And my name is Lynsie." I drink in smug satisfaction as he readjusts his glasses. "Whatever you say..." He pokes my nose. "Pussycat." I mock purr and it gets him to flair a slight blush. "That's checkmate, flame-boy." "Oh, pussycat...I have yet begun to play with you." I smirk. "Bring it on. But first...A refill, please? And maybe a basket of those onion rings." [Ten minutes, two baskets of beer-battered onion rings, and a very tall glass of spiked fruit punch later] [What's New Pussycat by Tom Jones begins to play for the fifth time in a row] "See, hotness...here's the thing about when 'What's new pussycat' plays over and over and over and over and over again." I'm in a giddy mood and been cracking Grillby up since my blood alcohol level went higher than zero. "Do tell, pussycat." "Okay...The second time it plays, your immediate thought is not 'Hey! Someone's playing Whats's new pussycat again'. No. It's 'Hey...What's new pussycat is a lot LONGER than I first thought...and it has like...a dip in the middle'. You know how some songs have a dip? Where it dips out and you think it's over, but then it suddenly kicks up again?" "Sounds familiar." "Then you get where I'm going. So...The third time it plays, your thinking 'Maybe someone's playing What's New Pussycat again'. The FOURTH time it plays your thinking...'WOAH! Someone just played What's new pussycat FOUR times!'. Or at least...'Someone played it twice, but its really long song.'." The bar itself is not in a good mood even if Grillby and I are. The song is getting on people's nerves. MOST people have gotten wind as to what's going on. The silly drunk girl can't hold her liquor and is acting a fool. And management is getting his kicks out of it too, so they know Grillby won't stop me. Which, for one patron, is really shitty. A butt-ugly fish monster sits at the far left end of the bar, a glass of scotch shaking in his hand and there's this look on his face like he just got his thirty-day chip from anger management. And he's staring hard into the glass to keep calm. "Now...The FIFTH time is the kicker." "You mean this one?" "Yeah. Just look around for a moment." Now we're watching the entire bar at this point and the fifth play fades out. It's dead quiet. There is thick anticipation that it was the last play or a different song will come on instead. And then, I don't know if you know this, but the song begins very suddenly with a very loud blaring sound. "♪What's new, Pussycat?...♫" "GOOOOODDAMMIT!" The guy loses it. He pounds on the table and flings his glass at the jukebox. It's a fantastic reaction! But one that earns him the wrath Grillby, who allows the guy to stay if he pays a fee. After all, nearly ten minutes of the same song can drive people crazy. And that's understandable. Even to me in my dizzy state of mind. Which is why I did something evil. When I was first up at the jukebox and punching in the "What's new pussycat"s, I punched in about six and added one "It's not unusual"...then more pussycats. So after six "What's new pussycat"s in a row...suddenly... [It's Not Unusual by Tom Jones begins to play] "♪It's not unusual to be loved by anyone. It's not unusual to have fun with anyone. But when I see you hanging about with anyone. It's not unusual to see me cry, I wanna die.♫" Sighs of relief sweep through the bar. People are ECSTATIC! It was like the liberation of Monsters from the Underground. So much joy unleashed by one little action. "♪It's not unusual to go out at any time. But when I see you out and about it's such a crime. If you should ever wanna be loved by anyone. It's not unusual it happens every day no matter what you say. You'll find it happens all the time. Love will never do. What you want it to. Why can't this crazy love be mine?♫" Someone somewhere must have once wondered..."Can you make grown men and women weep tears of joy by playing Tom Jones'-It's not unusual"? And the answer is...YES. You can. As long as it's proceeded by a bunch of "What's New Pussycat"s. "♪It's not unusual to be mad with anyone. It's not unusual to be sad with anyone. But if I ever find that you've changed at any time. It's not unusual to find out I'm in love with you. Whoa, whoa, whoa...♫" Ah, how the joy on those normally depressed faces is something to behold. And oh how evil I am in giggling of the soon to be made rage. The song fades out...it's dead quiet...and then... "♪What's new, Pussycat?...♫" The bar goes fucking insane! No one could handle it! Not one soul. I, myself, end up laughing so hard that I fall off the stool and hit my head on the foot bar, still laughing. And it didn't help that Grillby was indifferent, snickering to himself finding the chaos hilarious. It doesn't last very long though. Someone unplugs the jukebox and restores the peace once more. Probably for the best, I had six more pussycats's lined up to play. Had that been allowed to happen a riot might have started. No one needs that. "You okay, pussycat?" I settle down and climb back onto my stool, all be it a bit a tad shakily. "I'm fine...Though I got a question...Were you always red?" "No, dear. You just have some blood over your eyes." "Oh...Grillby...I feel sleepy..." "Okay, no more punch for you." Grillby uses a washcloth to wipe away the blood trickling down my face and, upon locating the open gash, seals it with some lite cauterization using his magic. That probably would've hurt if I could feel pain right now. "Pussycat, tell me how many fingers you see." I try to focus on his hand and it's a little hard. "Ummm...Is it four?" He sighs in relief. "Good. You're not too messed up. Thought you had a concussion." "So...Is it cool to nap for a little bit?" "Only after you drink this whole glass of water." He puts a glass in front of me and drops two tablets into it that makes the water he pours in churn. "Why is it bubbling? I don't like seltzer water." "The bubbles will help you sober up. We can't have you hurting yourself, can we? Plus, I don't want your housemates getting on my case about any of this." "Okay." My initial grasp of the glass is flimsy, but messed brains will do that, yet I get it and begin drinking. "You wanna know something, hunky hot-man..." "What's that, pussycat?" "You are an amazing person. You live in his cold place and open this bar to every sad face willing to cast aside their mean spirits for spirits of another kind. You put up with a lot of nonsense, a good bit came from me today, and I'm sorry about that." He seems shocked by my words as I pause to drink. "Where is all this coming from?" "I'm not done. You have been nothing but nice to me. And doing that isn't easy in this world we live in. Since meeting you, you've shown me more kindness than I got from my own family, and this is only our second meeting. Heh, how pathetic is that? I fell into the Underground trying to die, only to end up wanting to live because of the few that showed me any decency. And for that, I give you my thanks." He and a few in earshot stop doing what they're doing as my sad tone is far from the sweet they know. "Pussycat?" I guzzle down the rest of the glass and sigh. "I don't know if it was the punch or I'm just in a weird mood. I'm probably making things awkward. No one wants to hear someone ramble about lame junk when at a bar. This is a place people go to forget things. I know I've got a lot I want to forget. Like the three or four times I ran away from home but never had a plan and always had the cops take me back. Or the time I cussed out my grandma because I thought she lost my dog when it turned out my mom had dumped the pup at a shelter and told me it escaped. Or the suicide attempts..." "Attempts?" "Oh yeah, there was more than one. Hard to believe, but I'm a very sad person. No, that's being too nice. Depressed is more accurate. 90% of the smiles you see me do are fake. Just part of the mask I wear to hide how truly miserable I really am." I put my head on the bar before I talk myself into crying. "God, I hate myself. I'm a sad pathetic mess." The feel of Grillby's hand petting my head gets to me. "Shhhhh...No more talk, pussycat. Take it easy and sleep this off. You'll feel better soon." "Why are you so kind to me? Don't you gain more if I sink deeper into this pit of despair?" Hinting at if I die, be it by someone else or I kill myself, they all get the last soul needed to be free. "Call me selfish. But I'd rather have you alive and here then deal with the unknowns of someplace I've never been." I don't know if he's being true or merely pitying me, but I like the things he says. He makes me smile. "And if you were gone, I'd have no one to play with. You don't want to leave me all alone, do you, pussycat?" I sit up straight and rub my wet eyes. "No, I don't want to do that. Thank you, Grillz." "Think nothing of it." "No...No, you deserve a little something special for putting up with me." "Really, you don't have to do..." I don't let him finish. While he speaks, I stand on the stool brace pegs and grab him, pulling him into a full-on smash face kiss. The bar is shocked. Drinks fall from hands and jaws hit the floor. Grillby himself is wide-eyed with disheveled glasses and his hair of flames burns bright as it grows upwards. I know I'm not the best kisser, only did it once and I don't count stupid kid shit, so I let this last as long as the point I want to be made. Though when I start to pull away, I swear he moves closer to prevent the contact from ceasing, but I fall back on my stool so who really knows. "That, my fine fiery fellow, is your reward and yours alone. My first kiss. Take good care of it, Hottie." Not sure if the drinks are getting to me or the heat from him did something, but my eyes lull back and my unconscious head hits the bar. Grillby, on his end, blinks with an uncertainty that such a thing even happened and fixes his glasses while his inferno of hair cools down to a less hazardous size. "Did...Did she really just do what I think just happened?" Red Bird, one of the few females that come to the bar and who sits near Ugly Fish, looks at him in a similar state of disbelief. "If you mean when she basically mouth raped you? Yeah, that happened." "Dude! You are so gonna get laid!" Punk Hamster chiming in with his two cents worth of remarks and raises his glass in cheer. "If you ask me, you can do better, Grillby. After all, there are plenty of fish in the sea. Don't take the first one that bites your hook. You get a lot more if you use a net if you know what I mean." Ugly Fish trying to give advice even though no one has ever seen him with anyone ever. "Leave the guy alone. One drunk kiss doesn't mean anything. You lot heard everything. She was out of it. No one is who they really are when shitfaced. And that girl was out of her mind." So speaks Big Mouth as he gobbles his platter of fried chicken. "I don't know about that...The way I see it, the drunker a person gets, the more honest they are. And by the way she was going, she couldn't have been more honest than had she ripped her soul out and handed it over to him. Whether or not the kiss was something based on any real feeling or just a tipsy spur of the moment thing, that's anyone guess. But hey, that's just this silly gal's opinion." Drunk Bun or Crazy Bun (depends on who's asking) is another female regular and a notorious flirt. She preys on new males and the extremely intoxicated, using them to get money or other things. She knows her craft well, so much of what she says carries weight to it when not being a naughty bitch. Though much of the males in the pub try disregarding her words while others defend them. For Grillby, all the chatter goes in one ear and out the other. While not having skin, he could still feel the sensation of another heat linger on him. It was colder than his natural temperature yet warm enough to distinguish. It was good. This warmth. It made his soul burn. He liked it. He wanted more. And that scared him. [An hour and a half later] Like normal, the time for the lunch rush rolled around and like clockwork, Sans made his way to Grillby's to grab a quick bite and get Papyrus off his back by checking in on their "pet". Remembering what happened the first time he found her at the bar, the skeleton was already imagining the human to be all giggles and making an ass out of herself while Grillby perved out. Honestly, he couldn't for the life of him understand why Grillby of all people would look at the human that way. For one thing, SHE IS A FREAKING HUMAN! Humans and Monsters don't mix. Never had. Never will. The only thing even coming close to something like that were old tales that became twisted after the war, the original stories lost long ago to time. So to see his buddy cutting these heated glances at a human just made his nonexistent stomach want to hurl for days. So when he opened the bar door and made his way inside, seeing the human passed out at the bar while the pub itself was normal, it had him feeling more at ease. "Hiya, Sansy~...Why don't you come sit with me for once? I can warm those bones of your better than any jacket could~." Drunk Bun making her move early means she's wanting something. "maybe next time. heh...try again when pigs learn to fly." She snickers. "Worth a shot. By the way, that girl you and your brother left here has been very interesting." That got his attention. "ya don't say. how so?" "Ah ah ah...If you want details you're going to have to pay a small fee~." "*scoff* nice try. but i ain't shelling out any more gold your way. hell, more than half my debt is from when you were leading me on." "It's not my fault you made it so easy." He growls. "arrogant bitch." "Oooh, that's going to cost you. Guess you'll never know about what happened. Such a shame." He scoffs and heads to the bar and takes his seat on the right of the human. "sup, grillby. the usual and a thing of fries." "Sure." Sans watches Grillby go about his usual bartending duties but something feels off. "you okay there? ya seem a bit tense." "I'm fine." Grillby not being chatty? Now that isn't normal. "did she do something stupid? *sigh* damn girl. can't trust ya to behave any damn place." "She is fine. I am fine. Nothing happened." Red flag warnings were coming up on his radar. But he needed more clues. "so...what happened with her anyway?" "Not much. She got a bit tipsy, had some fun, bumped her head, and has been taking a nap ever since." "anything serious?" "A small cut. It's been dealt with." There's this strange tension coming off the fire elemental and he couldn't think of why. "ya sure you're okay? you can take a break if ya need one. my shit can wait." Grillby pauses for a moment. "grillz?" "Sans...Can you watch the bar for a moment?" This was odd. But a doable request. "sure...take your time." Grillby puts everything down and exits the bar using the door to his living space. Makes things really easy when your house is also part of the place where you work. Time ticks away slowly as Sans taps on the bar. None of these mooks would dare pull something while Grillby was gone. The cameras saw to that. Yet as more time passed, it made Sans question as to what got Grillby all bothered to be gone so long in the first place. He could ask around the bar, but no one really could stand him, so he doubted anyone would be truthful. So he goes with a more obvious source, one that won't ask for money, and pokes the human. "hey. kiddo. wake up." She wriggles a little but that's it. "lynsie. come on. quit being a bitch and wake up." She lazily opens one eye, looks at him, and then goes back to sleep. "ya lazy piece of shit. *pause* whoa...sounded like pap for a sec. *shivers*" He is about to attempt waking her again when the front door opens and someone nobody recognizes walks in. This orange cat-like monster that looks to be in his late teens walks in with a lit cigarette in his mouth. The punk wears a black and red trimmed fast food uniform, complete with a small hat with the letter M on it. He slinks his way up to the bar and looks around for a second before taking a puff. "Man...And I thought my service sucked." Sans snarled and was about to give this asshole a piece of his mind when someone else beat him to it. "It would be wise not to piss off someone you want to get food from. You never know what you'll get." The sleepy tone of the human caught Sans ear and the cat didn't seem to like her words. "Preaching to the wrong choir, babe. And unless you work here..." He takes a long drag of the cigarette before snuffing it out on the woman's exposed wrist, making her come alive with a raging roar. "Keep your mouth shut." "Son of a bitch! You wanna go, prick?! Because I'll beat you so bad you'll look like something you shit into the litter box!" All the cat does is smirk. "I don't see it. You're just like everybody else. Why does he like you?" "The fuck does that mean?" The sound of a shutting door get the attention from all the patrons and Grillby resumes his place behind the bar. Not wanting trouble, the human yields but rumbles low with seething spite and the sting of pain. Grillby takes note of this but follows with his job. "Is there something I can do for you?" "My pussy of a boss is trying to suck up to all us employees by paying for lunch. So we low-level schmoes heard you make decent grub. Can you handle a large order?" Grillby glares but remains professional. "Try me." The cat chuckles and pulls out a notepad, flipping it open. "Hope you got a good memory. If it helps, they're all sandwiches. *coughs* One burrata and marinated cherry tomato sandwich, but only with green tomato. Two porchetta sandwiches with marinated onions and salsa verde, one with white onion and one with regular salsa. One pecorino parsley and anchovy sandwich, extra anchovy. Three braised brisket burgers with pimento cheese, one with cheddar, one with swiss. Two smoked gouda and apple butter sandwiches, both want normal butter. One soft shell crab sandwich with slaw, make sure it's the blue kind. And lastly, two pork schnitzel sandwiches." The cat closes the notepad. "You got all that, bub?" Grillby folds his arms at the smug cat. "One burrata and marinated cherry tomato sandwich, but only with green tomato. Two porchetta sandwiches with marinated onions and salsa verde, one with white onion and one with regular salsa. One pecorino parsley and anchovy sandwich, extra anchovy. Three braised brisket burgers with pimento cheese, one with cheddar, one with swiss. Two smoked gouda and apple butter sandwiches, both want normal butter. One soft shell crab sandwich with slaw, make sure it's the blue kind. And lastly, two pork schnitzel sandwiches." Grillby's smirk makes the cat sneer. "Get to it then, old man. Unless you don't want to get paid." "Tell me, boy. Which part of that order is yours?" "I ain't stupid enough to tell you that." "Heh...You're lucky I pride my work." Grillby gets to work but he makes sure to annoy this punk however he can. First, he brings Sans his order. Then he tends to the burn on the human's hand and gives her a look that says he is up to something.. Then he refills everyone's glass and snacks. Only after all that does he go to the kitchen and starts working on this douchebag's order. During the wait, Sans remembers what he was doing before this schmuck showed up. "hey, kiddo." "Hm?" "did anything happen after we left ya here?" "Like what?" "i dunno. just anything really." She looks up in thought for a moment. "Well...Grillby tricked me into playing a song that embarrassed me." "oh yeah? what song is that?" "It's called What's New Pussycat." That got the skeleton chuckling. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." "so...that all?" "All that I can recall right now. That song just keeps repeating over and over in my head." He figured as much. Her and booze don't mix. But maybe she had a witness. "did your bro see anything?" "Him? Don't know. Haven't heard a peep from him all day. He likes to be choosy about when he speaks." "how convenient." "What's with the questions? Did something happen?" He shrugs. "don't know. just making sure ya didn't do anything dumb." She swirls her water a bit. "Lord, I hope not." "you and me both." She shoots him a strange look. "what?" "Nothing. Just...still getting used to seeing you drink mustard." "heheh...it beats drinking ketchup, that's for sure." "I'll drink to that." She drinks and he does so too. Grillby doesn't make himself known for quite some time. The annoying cat bounces his leg impatiently in his seat by the door. He wanted out of this place as soon as possible. When Grillby finally comes back out, he's carrying two large paper bags stuffed with the food. "Here's your order. I hope you choke on it." The cat gets up and comes back to the bar. "Not so fast. I have to make sure you did it all right." Grillby glares daggers at the insult. He's a man of class and skill, he'll be damned if some punk slings mud at his good name. One by one, the cat unwraps and looks over each individual order. "Good news, old man...Looks like you're getting paid. Congratulations. How much do I owe you?" "For the food? 2,000G. For your behavior? You can get your ass out of my bar and never come back." "You serious?" "The next time your boss sends someone over here for food, make sure it isn't you." The cat scoffs and throws the gold at Grillby. "No skin off my nose about that, old man." The bar is dead silent and gets chilly when Grillby removes his glasses. "Little boy...You are going to regret that." "Yeah, right." The cat aims to take the bags but doesn't get to. Grillby punches him in the face and hops the bar while the cat flies. Patrons watch as Grillby proceeds to beat on the cat with volleys of punches and slams of his face onto tabletops. Only when Grillby is satisfied with the level of violence done to the cat does he toss the lout out of the bar and then does the same with the food. "If I ever see your face in town again, your boss is going to have to set up interviews to replace you!" Grillby slams the bar's door and tries to calm down so that his flames don't set the building on fire...again. The bar slowly begins applauding Grillby on an ass-kicking well deserved and he smiles before returning to the bar to do what he enjoys. "That was one hell of a beat down. Most impressive, sir." The human comments. "Yeah, well...He was some jackass that needed to be taught an important lesson." "and what lesson is that?" "Never piss me off. Honestly...people like that is why I left Hotland." "Hotland?" The human questions. "it's the section of the underground past waterfall." "Oh. Any more places I'm unaware of?" "nah. only place past there is the capital and that's it. the barrier pretty much engulfed the entire mountain. so the underground encompasses that space. at least, as much as was dug out." "So there are four areas of the Underground? Neat." "and you're not going anywhere near the other two. understood?" "Whatever you say, dad." Sans punches her in the arm and she snickers. "What's wrong? Did that rub your funny bone the wrong way?" "shut up and drink your water, lightweight." "Hey, this is damn good water. My compliments to the man behind the bar." She smiles at Grillby and he, surprisingly, avoids eye contact with her while waving back. "No need, pussycat. But...thank you." She didn't seem to notice this change but Sans did. "So how long are you gonna be on break for, Sansy-boy?" "don't call me that. and i still got time." "Good. Because I thought of some messed up jokes and need your insight if they're any good." "flattery doesn't help ya, kiddo. but go on. give me your best shot." "Very well...What's the difference between a pregnant woman and a light bulb?" Sans thinks for a moment. "i dunno. what's the difference?" "You can unscrew the light bulb." The condiment bottle slips from his hand in shock and Punk Hamster busts out laughing. "Hahaha...It's so true!" "I got another one...What do a woman and a bar have in common?" "What?" "Liquor in the front and poker in the back." Punk Hamster pounds on the bar in his later and a few more start to chuckle in. "This one is for the ladies...What do you call the useless piece of skin on a dick? ...The man." Red Bird stifles a laugh but Drunk Bun cheers. "Girl's got talent!" "Okay, this one's really innocent. What's long, hard, and full of semen?" There's a pause as things build. "A submarine." Grillby chuckles and she points to him. "Busted! You were thinking naughty!" "N-No I wasn't." "Yes, you were~." "I was not!" "Dude, it's fine. That's how that joke works. I take it as a compliment. Alright, I got one more and it's in a story format. *ahem* So a man with a tickle in his throat..." [Ten minutes later] "And then...*giggles* then the donkey looks him straight in the eye, and without missing a beat, says...purple hat!" The bar is set into waves of laughter from the filthy jokes that come out of the human's mouth. She suddenly has such the potty mouth. It's actually pretty damn funny. Dirty joke after dirty joke rolls off her tongue with little care as to who it might offend. Funny enough, Sans found this almost charming. Nothing was quite as alluring as someone with a great sense of humor. But at the same time, this was the human! He can't have feelings of any level for the human. The very idea made him sick and yet sick in an almost okay way. Argh! The confusion! "Nickel for your thoughts, bone-boy? "huh? wait, don't you mean a penny?" "You look like something is on your mind. And I think your thoughts are worth more. So what's up?" "eh, it's nothing." "Thinking about the stuff from last night?" "maybe." He was lying. Like he'd tell her what he was really thinking. "Crazy shit, man. Hard to believe any of it's real. I mean...Wow." "is it really that hard to believe? after all, you are sitting in a bar with people you never thought were real either. so finding out some nutty shit like time and space are warped in a freaky cosmic way down here can't be all that hard to grasp when magic is also all over the place." "You know...That's not even the part that weirds me out." "then what does?" "The part where instead of me, some little kid was supposed to be here. I mean...I like to think I'm doing okay down here and I'm an adult. I can't imagine a kid lasting an hour here." "heh...you'd be surprised by just how tough that kid was." During their talk last night, Sans went into some length about what he knew. Mentioning Frisk and timelines, but only telling her so much. He didn't once mention how Frisk would either save all the monsters or slaughter them. He didn't mention how many times time suddenly stopped and rewinded. How many times he saw the people around him turn to dust. How many times he fought this kid and in the end failed. How many times...he himself has died. There are just some things you don't tell anyone even if the other person seems willing to listen. Argh! Not this shit again! Stop being weird already! "Whatever the case may be, be it a random anomalous phenomenon or even just a fluke the universe made because it wasn't paying attention...I'm glad." That had him looking at her oddly contented smile. "you're glad?" "I am. I'm glad to be here. To have fallen down and was able to get back up. To have met Nanny. To have my bros. To know Pap and you..." She continued on for a bit but sound ceased to be heard in his skull. The only sound he could hear was the one his soul made as it thud and thumped in his chest. This had to stop. It's too much. He had to go. "thanks for the grub, grillz." Sans put some gold on the bar and leaves his stool, making the human look at him funny. "Break time over?" "yep. if i don't get back, well...ya know how pap gets." She nods her head and brings her attention to her glass. "See you later, Sans." She used his name and not that annoying one she teases him with. Why did this suddenly bug him? "yeah...see ya later...lynsie." He headed out the door before he could see her reaction. This felt awkward. It didn't make sense. All he knew was that he needed to get back to his post before Papyrus bitched a fit or something odd happens. "Well...That felt weird." Grillby refills her glass. "You too? Like this strange tension was around him." "He has to deal with a lot. The Royal Guard isn't all fun and games. Stress piles on and others don't help." "I know that feeling. Like that douche-cat. What was his deal anyway?" Grillby shrugs. "Some monsters are just more of an asshole than others." "I'm glad you aren't like that. Makes it easier to want to be here." Grillby suppresses a blush that wanted to come to his face. "So...How's your wrist?" She looks at her wrist. "I can still feel the sting. But you healed the damage away. No new scar for me today." "Can't believe that little shit...Comes into my establishment...Harasses my people...Thinks he can disrespect me and my craft...Hope he likes that patch of burned off fur, the sniveling son of a whore!" His rage increasing with each word made his flames burn hotter and brighter. Seeing the spooked faces of those at the bar, he straightens himself back into his calm professional demeanor and sighs to a calm. "Forgive me. That was...That was just dumb." "No, no, it's perfectly fine. That creep was a huge ass-hat. He got everything he deserved. Which, I'm kinda hoping you did something to the food to really make him pay." He mocks a scoff. "Why, my dear pussycat...I am a man of the highest pride when it comes to my work. I would never knowingly serve trash to my customers." "My sincererest of bads, good sir." He motions her to lean in a bit and she does so, allowing him to whisper in her ear. "But that boy is not my customer." She smirks as he grins. "Don't tell anyone. Okay, pussycat?" "Ask me again and this time use my name." "Very well..." One of his hands comes up and firmly grabs the back of her head, gripping just a little strongly into her hair enough to make her wince soundlessly. "You'll keep all of this just between us. Won't you...Lynsie~?" His voice murmured her name in growl directly beside her ear, the distortion of a crackling fire that always accompanies his speech making it seem intimidating and intimate at the same time. "Y-Yes." Her voice came out meek and it made him release her. She just looks at him concerned after such actions. Did he frighten her? It wasn't his intent. He only thought a little roughness in his flirt would show her he was interested. He didn't mean to do the opposite. He only thought, well, he wasn't sure right now what he thought. That kiss stirred things in him. Hell, he had to soul-jerk the moment he was alone just to get under control again. Still, he may have overdone it and an apology was in order. "Look...I...I didn't mean to..." "Random question...Were those twelve sandwiches really worth 2000G?" Whatever the thoughts going on in her head were, she clearly wasn't going to voice then as she changed the subject rather quickly. Grillby blinks for a moment as he remembered how to talk again. "N-No. I overcharged him to piss him off. You really remember the amount and price?" "The fucker put his cigarette out on my wrist, damn straight I'm gonna remember every detail. From that lame hat to his yellow eyes, to that twitch his nose made when he got annoyed. It's all in here." She points to her head and it made him think. "Tell me...Can you remember the entire order?" She closed her eyes and he noticed her hand looked like it was typing words on her glass. "One burrata and marinated cherry tomato sandwich, but only with green tomato. Two porchetta sandwiches with marinated onions and salsa verde, one with white onion and one with regular salsa. One pecorino parsley and anchovy sandwich, extra anchovy. Three braised brisket burgers with pimento cheese, one with cheddar, one with swiss. Two smoked gouda and apple butter sandwiches, both want normal butter. One soft shell crab sandwich with slaw, make sure it's the blue kind. And lastly, two pork schnitzel sandwiches." His eyes widened. "Oh don't look so surprised. If you can picture it, I used to work in the food industry." "Really?" "For one year, I worked the counter at a pizza chain. I took the orders, handled the phones, did the drive-thru window, everything apart from actually making the food. *pleasant sigh* I hated that job." "Why only one year?" "Family moved. But I was thinking about quitting anyway. Hard to want to work at a place that gave me more work than required, few hours, shit pay because of said few hours, and no help when the summer rush hit. Though, as bad as it was, I am proud knowing I worked hard and earned that award." "You earned awards?" "Just one. There was a company contest that had the other stores compete with each other for who could get the most donations for charity. During that time, one guy would always call once a week and order the same thing each time. He would then donate $100 dollars each time. My store won and that me a photo on the store's internet page, a certificate telling me I did good, and a small pin to put in my uniform's hat. I still have that uniform...well...Guess I don't since I'm here." "Hmmm..." "What?" "Nothing. Just..." "Yes?" "Well...What would you think of the idea of working here?" That made her almost spill her glass. "You're offering me a job?" "Nothing major. As you can see, the place is usually slow, so you wouldn't have to worry about insane rushes. Hell, rarely are there ever more than ten people here." "If it's that slow, why offer me a job?" "Just because it's slow and not a lot of people come in, doesn't mean those few don't keep me busy. It would make things a bit easier if someone could top off drinks or pass out snacks while I'm cooking. You know? Keep the mood going so they're more likely to keep ordering." "Wow...Manipulation through hospitality. You're a genius." He chuckles to himself. "So? What do you say, pussycat?" He hoped the pet name would make things more normal. Maybe have her forget that small incident from earlier. "I don't know...Based on my current situation, whether or not I accept the offer means nothing. If anything, you'd have to take it up with my 'housemates'." True. She was under the skeletons' thumbs since they were harboring her. Any decisions regarding the human had to be taken up with them first. No way around it. "Fine. I'll talk with them when they come back to get you." "Good luck with that." "Are you saying you'd accept if they agree?" "That depends. Will you be cool and not pull that creepy shit again?" He knew he was too hopeful on her letting that slide. "I was merely stepping up the level on our game. I thought you were ready for more...intense play." She gives him a funny look. "Part of our game? Really?" All he could muster was a nervous grin. She eyes him for a while before finishing her glass. "Okay. I'll buy that." Maybe luck was looking his way. "So...We're okay?" "For now. But just so we're clear, when I am ready for that next level of play, I'll let you know." He knew better than to press his luck any further. It wouldn't be in his best interest to question her. "And how would you do that?" But he is but a man. And playful curiosity tempted him too strongly to ignore. "Trust me. You'll know." Considering her drunken-self told him that was her first kiss, he figures her to have this cute naïve idea as to what intense things are. So he was even more curious as to how she would let him know. "Care to give me an example? Just so I'd know for reference." She rolls her eyes at him. "Don't be naughty." "Come on. Try me. Just one little tease. That's all I'm asking." "I don't want to in front of others." Her cheeks began to redden and he is eating her shyness up. "Would it help if I made them leave?" "Stop teasing me." "But you look so adorable." "Will you both just fuck already?!" Punk Hamster shouts, causing them both to glare at him with faces glowing in blush. "What? It's not like we're not all thinking it. Be mad all you want. That don't make it any less true." Grillby growls but stops when she gets off her stool and returns to the booth from whence she began. Even though it wasn't anything he had planned, Grillby felt some real progress was made, until this turd opened his yap. Now he could go over there and try to talk to her, tell her that moron is just wasted so she should ignore the remarks. But he opts to go about this differently. He'll leave her alone for now and focus on his work. Let her come to her own thoughts and see how it goes. And maybe, if she would let him later, perhaps they could mess around some more. After all, he had her for five more hours.

#undertale #underfell #Lynsie #Anomaly #sans #papyrus #gaster #grillby #grandpa semi #napstablook #mettaton #toriel #Asriel #asgore #flowey #chara #frisk #undyne #alphys

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The Hand that Feeds - Chapter 4

“Sans, please. I’ll do anything. Whatever you want me to do, just say it and I’ll do it.” Sans considers him. “Anything, huh?”

Contains stray dog adoption, lasagna, and bad times for Papyrus.

“What are you doing here?” Grillby asks again.

Papyrus looks awful, and that’s putting it kindly. Despite the fact that Grillby just woke him up, he looks like he hasn’t slept in days, his eye sockets creased with weariness, his face drawn tight with strain.

“Are you still sick? Does Sans know you’re here?”

Papyrus grabs Grillby’s shirt. The dog is jostled and slides off Papyrus. It yawns before looking up at Grillby with curiosity.

“Don’t call him. I can’t, I just, I need some time apart from him. Please. Please don’t—”

“I won’t call him.” Grillby assures Papyrus.

He covers Papyrus’ hand with his own, giving it a comforting squeeze. He’s dying to know what happened—had they fought? If so, over what? But Papyrus looks like he’s barely keeping himself composed. Grillby doesn’t want to push him off the edge.

“Can I stay with you? I won’t get in your way. I’ll, I’ll clean, and cook, and w-whatever you want.”

“Papyrus…”

Papyrus takes Grillby’s hand and guides it beneath his loose shirt.

“Or do you want this?” He can feel the shallow heave of Papyrus’ ribs. The bones are thin and brittle, like he could grab one and it’d snap off. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

Grillby yanks his hand away.

“What kind of a monster do you think I am?”

Grillby flares, his body crackling as it expands. He scorches the ceiling. Papyrus works with him, Papyrus knows him, why would he ever think Grillby would force him to do such a thing?

“Fuck, Papyrus.”

He doesn’t know what to do. Grillby’s not equipped to deal with Papyrus’ bundle of issues.

“Look. You can stay. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything, okay? You don’t have to do…that. We’re friends, Papyrus. We help each other.”

“Thank you.” Papyrus whispers, soft.

“Right.” Grillby cards a hand through his flames, smoothing them down into a more compact shape. “Why don’t I take you to my place, then, before I set up for work.”

Papyrus picks himself up off the couch—very gingerly, Grillby notes with unease—and the dog hops off the couch to follow him. He’s just in a thin t-shirt and jeans. It’s not a long walk to his house, but still Grillby shrugs off his jacket—a brown leather bomber jacket he’d found in a broken armoire in the Dump.

“Here.” He holds out the jacket. He flashes a wry smile. “I can keep myself warm, believe me.”

Papyrus looks so fragile. Like one puff of frigid air would blow him away. The jacket swamps him, and the sight is admittedly cute. Papyrus rolls up the cuffs to his wrists.

Something possessive stirs within Grillby at the sight of Papyrus in his jacket, but he quashes it down. He’s not going to pressure Papyrus into anything, and he doesn’t plan to unintentionally hint at it either with a longing stare. It’s the last thing Papyrus needs right now.

Once Papyrus zips up the bomber jacket and gathers his dog in his arms, they leave the bar. Grillby leads Papyrus further into town, the opposite direction of the skeleton brothers’ house. He’s glad for the early hour; no one is around to see them, and to potentially mention their trip to Sans.

The dog wiggles out of Papyrus’ arms and plops into the snow. They’ve had heavy snowfall lately; the dog is up to its nose in white powder. Unbothered, the dog tunnels its way through the snow.

“Is it okay like that?” Grillby watches its progress with bemusement. A dog-shaped outline is left in its wake as it plows on. The cast on its leg doesn’t seem to slow it much.

“The dogged dog lets nothing get in its way.” And Grillby sees the first hint of a real smile from Papyrus this morning.

“What happened to its leg?” Papyrus had never told him his beloved dog was injured. Odd for him to not mention it, at least.

“Oh, you know.” Papyrus’ laughter is forced. “It was my fault. I, um, I took him to the Dump. He got up too high on an unsteady pile and fell. I was…I was really lucky it wasn’t worse. He’s a good dog.”

Papyrus’ eye lights flicker from one thing to the next, never staying still. Grillby gets the sense he’s being fed a story, but he lets it go for now.

Grillby’s one-story house is nestled between the Rocks and Bearnard. Both are quiet neighbors, though sometimes the Rock family brings over extra sand cakes for him.

“This is it,” Grillby says, perhaps unnecessarily as he lets his guest inside.

As Papyrus looks around, Grillby feels the urge to clean. His home is very much a bachelor pad, a pig sty. He spends most of his time at the restaurant, so his house has faced a long life of neglect.

“Sorry about the mess.” He certainly hadn’t been expecting company.

Papyrus shakes his head. “It’s fine. You…Sans’ room is worse.”

He grimaces.

Grillby laughs. “I can imagine.”

The dog trots inside, its tail a wagging blur. The dog positions itself, hunching down. Papyrus reaches for it, hands up.

“Don’t—!”

The dog shakes, splashing slush over the entryway. It gets in two shakes before Papyrus grabs it to hold it still.

“Wait.” Papyrus scolds it. “Let me find you a towel first.”

“No need.”

Grillby crouches down beside them. He holds his palm out for the dog. It sniffs his hand, before going in for a lick. Now that he’s been approved, Grillby rakes his hand through the dog’s fur. The heat of his hand steams the dog’s fur. Curls of vapor rise in the air. After a few pats, the dog is dry again.

Papyrus releases it, and it bounds further into the house, making excited laps in and out of the rooms.

“I need to open up the bar.” Grillby shoves a pile of clothes off the couch to make space for his guest. “Do you need me to bring anything back?”

“No, thank you.”

Papyrus looks so comfortable curled into his jacket. Grillby grabs a spare black coat from the clothes heap so Papyrus doesn’t feel obligated to return the bomber jacket.

“Make yourself at home. There’s food in the fridge if you get hungry.”

Papyrus settles into the couch. Already about to doze, his sockets struggling to stay open.

Grillby gives the dog a few scratches behind its ears before he heads back to work.

~*~

Three days later, Sans shows up at the bar.

He waves to the other regulars with a casual air, but there’s an unsteady glint to his eyes when he orders a drink.

“So, Grillbz.” Sans starts in without preamble after his third shot. “Ya haven’t seen my bro around here lately, have you?”

“I assumed he was still home recovering from his illness.”

“His—? No, no. He was over that. He didn’t even come in to grab a check? Nothin?”

Sans’ stare bores into him, all the way down to his soul. Grillby’s face remains impassive, betraying nothing.

“I really haven’t seen him, Sans. Why don’t you ask the guard?”

The dog pack sit just tables away from them.

“Eh, it’s not that big a deal. Kind of a family issue, you know. My bro and I, we had a disagreement, is all. He just left because he had to blow off some steam. Guess he was full of more hot air than I thought.”

“You haven’t checked with his friends?”

Sans barks a laugh at the idea. “Good one.”

Grillby frowns. Even when Sans is trying to be concerned, he can’t help but get in a jibe at his brother.

Sans rolls the empty shot glass between his hands. “Listen, Grillbz. I know my relationship with Papyrus isn’t all sunshine and daises. The whole damn town knows it. But I…I care about him, you know? It was just a stupid fight. And Papyrus, he doesn’t know much of anything. He doesn’t know how to take care of himself out there.”

“I’ll let you know if I see him.”

Sans scrutinizes him, still looking for something Grillby won’t give.

“Ok.”

Sans slides two gold coins across the counter.

“Let me know if anything pops up.” Sans says, and then he’s gone.

~*~

Grillby returns home well before midnight on Sunday, closing the bar down much earlier in the evening than usual. He’s gotten into the habit of shortening his hours lately; he has something to come home to, now.

Grillby eases off his old boots, setting them neatly by the front door.

Papyrus was incapable of sitting idle, and in the course of a few days, Grillby’s trash pit of a home became pristine. His laundry was washed, folded, put away. Mugs Grillby forgot he owned now sit in an orderly line in his kitchen cabinet. Grillby had thanked Papyrus, with a touch of embarrassment that he needed to be picked up after at all. Papyrus had brightened up at the praise, as luminous as the flowers of Waterfall.

“I’m home.” Grillby calls out.

An excited yip is all the warning he gets before Papyrus’ overexuberant dog barrels into him. The dog rises on its haunches, sniffing at Grillby’s pocket. It smells the treat inside and stuffs its muzzle into the pocket.

“Hold on.” Grillby nudges the dog back a fraction so he can grab the bone-shaped treat. The dog snatches it from his hand almost instantaneously and devours it. Grillby keeps a jar of dog treats at the bar for his canine customers. Now, if he doesn’t bring one home every evening, the dog watches him all night with mournful, betrayed eyes.

The dog sniffs around him, and susses out that Grillby has no other treats hidden away, before it darts into the hallway. Grillby follows it into the kitchen.

Papyrus’ back is to him. He hums beneath his breath as he puts something into the oven.

“Hello, Grillby.”

Papyrus smiles, and Grillby’s soul skips a beat. The cooking apron Papyrus wears is simple, one of Grillby’s old ones. Unbidden, the image of Papyrus in a pink frilly apron—and nothing else—rises to mind.

Grillby swallows.

“I’m making us a cake!” Papyrus claps his hands together with delight. “I wanted it finished before you came home, but you’re here a little earlier than I expected.”

“Thank you. I’m sure it’ll be delicious.”

Grillby produces two to-go boxes from his inventory. The first few days he’d carried the takeout home in his arms. But then he was struck with the paranoid thought that Sans might be watching, and took to carrying them in his inventory instead.

The small kitchen table is cleared save for two placemats; Grillby sets the boxes out.

Papyrus slides into his customary seat after placing two sets of silverware on the table. For tonight’s meal, Grillby’s made them chicken parmesan. As always, Papyrus eats with relish and delight. But Grillby also can’t help but notice how Papyrus’ leg jiggles anxiously under the table.

“How was your day?” Grillby asks.

“Oh! I was um…mostly uneventful.”

“Mostly?”

“Well, of course the dog was very meddlesome.”

Papyrus looks past Grillby, towards the oven. He sets down his cutlery. One small bite is missing from his meal.

“I should check on dessert!”

And Papyrus is back in the kitchen. He sinks a toothpick into the cake and it comes out sticky with batter. Not even remotely close to finished.

“Papyrus.” Grillby joins him in the kitchen as he fumblingly returns the cake to the oven and cranks the heat. “Whatever the problem is, you can tell me. We’re…We’re friends. I just want to help you.”

“I’m sorry.” Papyrus sniffs, bowing his head. “Your phone rang today. And this girl, she started to leave a voicemail, but she sounded so worried about you, so I picked up the phone, and, um, you were invited to a Gyftmas party?”

“Fuku.” In all the excitement, he’d forgotten to get back to his niece with an answer.

“Right! Fuku. And she might have been, er, curious, as to why a stranger such as myself was answering her uncle’s phone. In his home. And I might have said that I…was living here? And because I said that, s-she might have assumed that, um, I was here in your house for amorous purposes.” Papyrus twists the hem of his shirt. “I wanted to c-correct her, but I wasn’t able to before she hung up.”

Ah. Now his family would expect him to show up with a new boyfriend to show off.

“I’ll call Fuku back later. Don’t worry about it. I’m not going anyway.”

Grillby steers Papyrus back to their dinner. The dog is halfway on Grillby’s chair, licking its chops. It backs off with a sulky look as Grillby reclaims his seat.

“Is there a reason you don’t want to go?”

Grillby pauses, a forkful of chicken parm to his mouth.

Papyrus hurries to explain himself. “She just sounded very concerned for you. She really missed you. I know it’s not my business, but…why don’t you want to see your family?”

Grillby sets down his fork.

“It’s complicated.” Grillby wants to leave it at that, but Papyrus is still looking at him expectantly. “I grew up in Hotland, with my parents, and sister.”

Most flame elementals are raised in Hotland. It’s safer for embers to grow up where they’re least at risk of being snuffed out.

“My family owns the lead stake in the MTT hotel and handle its management.”

He startles as eyes nearly pop out of Papyrus’ skull.

“The MTT hotel?” Papyrus squeaks. “Have you met M-Mettaton?”

“I left long before he started cropping up on TV. It used to be a regular hotel before Mettaton swooped in with the rebranding. He bought out most of the old investors and consolidated much of it, but my family continues to oversee the hotel.”

“Wowie.”

“But I didn’t want to stay in the family business. I parted from my parents on…unpleasant terms. Before I could apologize for my quick temper, they passed.”

“Oh.” Papyrus’ enthusiasm dims with his sympathy.

“It’s alright. It was a long time ago.” He’s made his peace with it, as much as he can. “But my sister never got over it. She never understood why I had to move. She was so confident I’d close up shop and come crawling back. Or that I’d snuff out in the cold.”

“That’s awful.” Papyrus reaches across the table and takes Grillby’s hand in his own. “For what it is worth, I’m glad you’re here. Though the grease of your food might stick to my ribs, your establishment brings the town together. You’ve given the town a warm, happy place to unwind with their friends.”

“That’s…” Grillby swallows past the lump of emotion in his throat. He wants to kiss Papyrus for that. “That’s kind of you to say.”

He’s gained many friends since his move to Snowdin, but no one has ever so plainly affirmed that he made the right choice. That it wasn’t all for nothing. He didn’t throw away his life.

“I think you should go. To the Gyftmas party, I mean.”

Papyrus looks so hopeful. Grillby doesn’t have the heart to disappoint him.

“Alright. I’ll give it a shot.”

“Great! You won’t regret this, Grillby. Siblings shouldn’t fight.” A bitter smile twists his face. “I know that more than anyone.”

“I’ve always been curious, Papyrus. What is the deal with you and Sans? Why is your relationship so…” Grillby gestures in the air. “Strained.”

Papyrus withdraws, his hand slipping free from Grillby’s. But rather than changing the subject or finding something to fidget with, he does answer.

“I don’t know. I wish I knew. Sans, he, he used to be the best. Really, the best. And then he just changed.” Papyrus’ voice cracks. “I don’t know what I did—”

“Papyrus, stop. It’s Sans with the problem. Not you.”

“But—”

“You said it yourself. Sans changed. You didn’t make him into anything else. That’s all him.”

Papyrus looks away. He doesn’t believe him, and it breaks Grillby’s heart. But it doesn’t matter. He’ll shore up Papyrus’ confidence in himself as many times as he has to.

The smell of burnt chocolate wafts in from the kitchen. They realize their mistake simultaneously.

“The cake!”

The charred remains of the cake are salvaged from the oven. They slather icing on top. It doesn’t taste quite right, but they eat it anyway. Together.

~*~

Grillby’s thumb hovers over the call button on his cellphone. His flames steadily melt the snow around the garbage cans. Unless he wants wet, rancid garbage, he better make the call now.

He forces himself to dial. The phone rings once, and the call is picked up.

“Uncle Grillby?” She says his name slowly, as if making sure it’s actually him.

“Fuku.”

“You’re calling me? Are you falling down?” Fuku jokes, half-serious. “Should I hoof it to Snowdin?”

“Har-har.” Grillby leans back against the brick wall of his restaurant. “Tell your parents that I’ll be coming after all.”

There’s a happy squeal on the other end of the line.

“Your boyfriend talked you into it, didn’t he?”

“Fuku…” When did she get so sassy?

“I knew it! What’s he like? He sounded cute over the phone. What’s he look like? Send me a picture! No wait—no pictures! I want to be surprised when you come visit. He is coming too, right?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll have to ask.” Papyrus would love a tour of the hotel, that’s for sure. It would be a nice chance for him to get a break from Snowdin, too. A breath of fresh air. Not a literal one, of course; while the Snowdin air is crisp and clear, Hotland’s air is thick with the stench of sulfur.

“I’ll tell Mom and Dad the good news. And Uncle Grillby?”

“Yes?”

“I’m really glad you’re coming.”

She’s so heartfelt, it makes him sick with guilt. He resolves then and there to go next year, too.

So long as he and his sister survive this year.

The pep resurfaces in Fuku’s voice. “I should get ready for class now. Be sure to tell your boyfriend I say hello~”

Grillby realizes too late that he hadn’t corrected her earlier.

“He’s not my—”

Fuku giggles and hangs up. Grillby sighs. Telling his family the truth about Papyrus—just a friend, nothing more—is not a conversation he’s looking forward to at the dinner table, but it’s seeming more and more likely.

~*~

“Grillby! Excellent timing!”

He’s wearing Grillby’s bomber jacket again. He doesn’t need it; Grillby keeps the house warm for his guest. But here Papyrus is, wearing his jacket anyway.

Papyrus steers him to stand before a large net spread out over the living room carpet.

“What’s all this for?”

“I’ve been trying to catch that pernicious pup all day.” Papyrus explains. He looks worn out. “It’s time for its cast to be take off. But the dog won’t sit still long enough for me to remove it.”

Papyrus crouches down and wedges himself behind the couch.

“Now, call the dog!” Papyrus stage-whispers.

Ah, so he’s to be the bait, then. Amused, Grillby whistles for the dog. He brings the customary treat out of his pocket.

After a few minutes of calling for the dog, it pokes its head out of the bedroom, looking down the hallway.

“Come on, boy.” Grillby coaxes, waving the treat. He holds it over the net.

The dog pads forward with measured, careful steps. It wants the treat, but it’s wary.

“That’s it. Come on, you’re almost there.”

Its cast clunks on the floor as it comes over. Unable to resist the siren song of the dog treat.

The dog is just about to chomp down on the treat when the trap activates, pulling the dog up in the net. The dog whines and bites at the ropes, trying to break free.

“Grab him!” Papyrus shouts, scrambling out from his hiding place.

Grillby gathers the dog up in his arms. He pets its fur between the netting in an attempt to soothe it.

“I’ll try to be fast.” Papyrus summons a bone construct, the end of it sharpened to a fine point.

Grillby and Papyrus reposition the squirming canine until the animal’s cast-covered leg is poked through a hole in the net. Papyrus slips the bone construct between the dog’s leg and the cast with great care. He flinches as the dog whimpers, but continues on. The cast is made of tough stuff. Though the dog’s leg is small, it still takes time to saw through. The dog doesn’t make it easy, trying to twist away and gnawing at Grillby’s hands.

Both monsters sigh with relief once the last of the cast is broken off. Beneath it, the dog’s fur is matted, its leg smaller than the other three, but the bone straight.

As soon as the dog is set on the floor it wriggles free of its trappings. It takes a few cautious steps, adjusting to the new balance of its limbs.

Grillby pulls out the treat again. “Here. A reward for your…amazing cooperation.”

“Nyeh heh heh.” Papyrus laughs.

The dog snaps up the threat, then licks Grillby’s hand after, as if to say the pet bears him no ill will for restraining it while Papyrus removed the cast.

The dog then returns to its master. Papyrus runs his hand through the smooth fur.

“Thank you, Grillby. I’d been trying to remove the cast for hours.”

“Don’t mention it.” Grillby gathers up the net. “Was this the first trap you’ve built?”

“Oh, um. Yes? It was a bit crude—”

“You should be proud of yourself. It was responsive as soon as the dog touched it. When I was in school I struggled with a simple box trap. For your trap to work successfully on your first try…I think you really have a talent for traps and puzzles. You should build more.”

“I don’t know…”

“Just think about it.”

Grillby can certainly imagine it. Papyrus, bright-eyed, carrying crafting materials home from the Dump. Designing twenty different puzzle possibilities and explaining them all to Grillby in animated detail, before he settles on one to do first. This is what he wants for Papyrus, a life where he’s happy, where his innate enthusiasm isn’t drained by stress and exhaustion. Where their life together in the same home isn’t a temporary thing.

I love you, he wants to say to the skeleton in front of him.

“What would you like for dinner?” He asks, instead.

~*~

Sans doesn’t look well.

Grillby can tell immediately, as can the bar patrons. His jokes land flat, and his smile is too wide, eerie. When Sans heaves himself onto his usual barstool, Grillby catches sight of the dark shadows beneath his sockets.

“Your usual?” Grillby asks.

Sans dismisses the suggestion with a wave of his hand.

“Not in the mood. Scotch’s fine.”

Grillby frowns. Scotch is for Sans’ bad nights. The nights he sits and glares at nothing and drinks himself into unconsciousness. The nights Papyrus would be forced to pick him up.

“Sans, I don’t think you should be drinking right now.”

“Is this about the tab? I’m good for it. In fact, here.” Sans sets down a heavy sack of gold and pushes it towards Grillby.

“It’s not about the money.” Grillby pushes the coin purse back over to him. “I think you should go home and get some rest.”

“You’re cutting me off?” Sans’ loud, angry tone cuts through the mellow chatter of the bar. No one stares at Sans openly, but conversation peters out. People are listening in, and stealing glances.

“This isn’t out of spite. You’re distraught, I understand that. Your brother hasn’t been home for over two weeks. If you want to stay, and be with your friends, I won’t stop you. I think it’d be good for you. But I won’t serve you alcohol when you’re in this frame of mind.”

“Fine.” Sans swipes the sack of coins and stuffs it away in his pocket. “I can tell when I’m not wanted.”

There’s a sharp crack of magic, and Sans’ seat is empty.

A heavy, awkward silence lingers in his wake.

“Grillby.” Dogaressa waves him over to their table. Her face is creased with concern. “Sans’ brother is missing?”

Even now, Papyrus is just Sans’ brother.

“Didn’t even notice.” Doggo admits, shamefaced, setting down his cards.

“We’ll start patrols in the woods to look for him.” Dogamy says.

“We’ll let the Captain know.” Dogaressa adds. “She’ll get the guards in the other districts to start looking, too. We’ll find him.”

Greater and Lesser Dog bay their agreement.

Papyrus would be touched to hear them all volunteer.

“I’m sure Sans will appreciate the help.”

He can’t tell them the truth, not yet. But the dogs will be persistent in sniffing out every lead. Things can’t stay as they are now. Grillby has enjoyed having Papyrus to come home to, far more than he should. But now things have to change.

~*~

Grillby has to believe he’s doing the right thing. After a deep steadying breath, he lets himself into his house.

“Papyrus?” He calls.

“Grillby.” Papyrus enters the living room, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He’d been taking a nap, evidently. “You’re home early—”

Papyrus stops cold.

Sans steps into the house, edging past Grillby.

“Hey bro.”

#my fic #bad bro au #papby #in which pap and grillby talk a lot and its a bit mushy #papyrus #grillby #annoying dog #sans

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Title: I’ll Be Home for Gyftmas

Rating: G

Happy Gyftmas, @fleeting-phantasm! Your prompt was:

Let's see... classic Papyrus and Undyne's friendship brings me all sorts of joy. I'll love just about anything featuring them being the coolest of buds. Preferably pacifist happy times. I'm also a huge fan of the gentlemen monsters like Grillby and dapper!Gaster--could be friends, could be shipped, could be only one character or the other.

I tried to combine these ideas, so this story is about Papyrus and Undyne working together to figure out what Papyrus should get for his dad Gaster for Gyftmas. They run into him and Grillby out on a date. I hope this is something like what you were looking for!

Also, thank you to @undertalesecretsanta for putting all this together!

Multicolored lights glittered on the town's enormous Gyftmas tree. Some traditions held on, even with monsters scattered all over the surface. If there was monster from Snowdin around, when the weather turned cold, a tree would appear overnight in the center of town.

Papyrus tiptoed towards the tree. His boots crushed loudly in the snow, but he couldn't see anyone around, so the noise didn't matter. He drew a few boxes out of his inventory and set them in exactly the correct and most aesthetically pleasing spots beneath the boughs.

That done, he searched for boxes with his own name on it. "NYEH-HEH," he whispered, whenever he spotted one.

He registered a distant rumble, almost like an earthquake. Undyne must be getting close! Papyrus hurried back to the house to make sure it was still neat. Sans was home and it had been five minutes since Papyrus had left, so he could not be entirely sure.

The rumble turned into the familiar sound of an engine. He hadn't made it to the house yet when he heard his name shouted, with rapidly increasing volume.

"UNDYNE!" He spun around in the driveway.

The car screeched off the road and was headed straight towards him. Papyrus jumped over it. Breaks squealed behind him and he could smell burning rubber. Undyne kicked her car door open and rolled out onto the gravel driveway.

"I AM NOT 100% CERTAIN THAT WAS SAFE!" Papyrus said.

"I know! Cool, right?" She hopped to her feet. The car rolled to a stop. "You know what ELSE is cool?"

"HMMM...OH! IT MUST BE ME! PAPYRUS!" He took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. Perfect!

"Yeah," she agreed. "But, also -" Undyne grinned, wide. "SNOW WRESTLING!"

"THAT ISN'T - AUGH!" Undyne plowed into him at full speed. His face met snow. "I LOVE YOU TOO, UNDYNE," he said, his voice muffled.

"Gross!" She laughed. "I missed you too, though. I guess."

"REALLY? OF COURSE YOU MISSED THE GREAT PAPYRUS! EVEN THOUGH YOU HAVE A WIFE AND A NEW JOB TO KEEP YOU BUSY, OF COURSE YOU FOUND YOURSELF TRAGICALLY BEREFT WITHOUT MY CONSTANT PRESENCE." Tears started to well up in his eye sockets. He hadn't been worried. Of course not! No one could ever forget about him.

"Yup. Alphys hates noogies." Undyne scoffed.

"I REALLY HATE THEM TOO."

"Let's get inside before I freeze my scales off!" She yanked him back to his feet. "And then you can tell me all about...whatever your problem is!"

"OH, WELL. THAT WASN'T...SOMETHING YOU NEEDED TO DRIVE ALL THE WAY DOWN HERE TO HELP WITH. THOUGH OF COURSE I APPRECIATE THE SENTIMENT!"

She whacked him on his back. "Of course I did! Come on!" She picked him back up off the ground and they went inside.

Sans was sitting at the kitchen table, eating cereal out of the box. "hey."

"Look who's up early!" Undyne said. "And it's only seven PM!"

"SANS, I DUSTED THE KITCHEN TEN MINUTES AGO, AND NOW THERE ARE CEREAL CRUMBS ON THE TABLE?"

"whoops. jeez. a guy can tell when he isn't wanted." Sans wiped away an imaginary tear. "guess i'll just go." He stayed where he was and dug further into the box. "why'd she come over? it seems kinda...fishy, heh, so close to the holidays."

"Papyrus is in trouble!"

"IT IS NOT QUITE...THAT DRAMATIC."

Sans stopped chewing. "man, what's up? you can tell us." He offered the box of cereal.

"NO THANK YOU. AND. I...ALREADY DISCUSSED THIS WITH YOU, SANS. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO GET OUR FATHER FOR GYFTMAS!"

"i gave you a million suggestions, though."

"YOU GAVE ME ONE AND IT WAS A JOKE! THIS IS HIS FIRST HOLIDAY BACK FROM THE COLD EMPTY VOID, AND I WANT TO MAKE SURE IT IS SPECIAL! IN THE WAY THAT ONLY THE GREAT PAPYRUS CAN!" Remembering to ask for help when he needed it was how he always managed to stay on top.

"right."

"What's your weird dad like to do?" Undyne asked.

"SPEND TIME WITH ME, PAPYRUS! AND ALSO SANS. RIGHT NOW HE IS OUT WITH HIS...DOT DOT DOT...FRIEND. SO HE ALSO ENJOYS THE COMPANY OF HIS ELLIPSIS FRIEND."

"also hangs out with his, uh, non italicized pals," Sans said. "does more of that than talking about stuff he wants to buy. eh, just get him like...a number one dad hat. he'll be over the moon."

"BUT WHAT IF HE AND GRILLBY GET MARRIED AND I SUDDENLY HAVE TWO FATHERS? I DON'T WANT TO CAUSE A RIFT BETWEEN THEM SO EARLY IN THEIR MARRIAGE! I WILL LOVE THEM BOTH EQUALLY!"

"it's a pickle, i guess."

"A REAL CONUNDRUM! A PUZZLE BEFITTING EVEN THE GREAT - " Papyrus broke off as he watched Sans draw a jar of pickles from his hoodie. He sighed. "UNDYNE, YOU HAVE ALREADY SUCCESSFULLY FINISHED GYFTMAS SHOPPING, SO I AM DESPERATELY TURNING TO YOU AND AWAY FROM MY BROTHER IN MY HOUR OF NEED!"

"I don't blame you!" Undyne said, laughing. "Let's get the hell out of here." She accepted a pickle and skewered it on her fangs while Papyrus rushed off to grab his shopping bag, purse, and an enormous folder filled with holiday coupons. "SHOTGUN!" she yelled when he got back. "I'm sick of driving!"

"you guys better hurry up," Sans said. "gyftmas is barely a month away. never expected you to be such a lazybones, bro."

Papyrus slammed the door on the way out. A minute later he peeked back in and said he probably wouldn't be back in time for dinner and that Sans should remember to eat something healthy.

In a small, secluded booth in the back of an aging human bar, the air was hot and still. The only sound was Grillby's gentle crackling. The noise of him had seemed so loud when Gaster first escaped the void, but now it was just background noise, like the rumble of cars driving by outside or the quiet conversations in the other parts of the bar.

Grillby reached across the table and touched the cool white bone of Gaster's hand. Gaster smiled, uneven, and leaned in closer.

"........." Grillby asked him if he needed to get home soon.

Gaster shook his head. He took back his hand so he could sign. "[But maybe I should.]"

He could tell Grillby was disappointed from the way his flames seemed to die down slightly, even though he had to be at work himself in a few hours.

"[Who cares if I should?]" he decided.

The early evening was clear, so they decided to take a walk down the main street. The local human winter holiday was near the same time as Gyftmas and the stores were decorated. They weren't the only people out window shopping. Gaster ignored the humans staring at him and Grillby when they went into a men's clothing store.

He'd spent so long away from anything bright or colorful, he found himself charmed by a display of - honestly - quite ugly Christmas ties. Grillby looked from him to the ties and just shook his head.

"[They Suit You.]"

"......no."

There was one with an entire inside scene on it. A beautifully decorated Gyftmas tree stood next to a roaring hearth. Two dogs slept in front of the fire. All on one tie. Gaster pointed to that one.

".........no."

"[It's You.]"

"...don't insult me."

Gaster cackled. He would hate to see Grillby actually wear it, but thinking about how he'd react if he opened a box on Gyftmas Day and found the tie on it was putting him in a good mood.

Grillby was looking at him like he knew exactly what he was thinking, and didn't approve.

A loud gasp behind them startled them. Grillby's flames leapt up towards the ceiling and Gaster felt himself sink into a coat rack in an automatic impulse to hide.

"WHAT AN AMAZING COINCIDENCE!" Gaster couldn't see him, but he recognized Papyrus' voice.

Embarrassed, Gaster emerged from his hiding place. They'd lucked out this time and Grillby hadn't set off the sprinkler system.

"Kind of ironic actually!" Undyne was grinning.

"NO I WOULD NOT SAY IT IS IRONIC AT ALL," Papyrus said, giving her a sharp look.

"OH! Right, yeah. Just, a standard, every day coincidence."

"ABSOLUTELY MUNDANE!"

"I'm about to fall asleep thinking about how boring a surprise this was, to run into these guys, here, right now!"

Grillby nodded at Papyrus, then at Undyne, and then sunk back. Gaster wasn't sure how to convince him that Papyrus didn't have any problem with them dating, and that Sans was just pretending to disapprove to con Grillby out of free burgers.

"I SHOULD HAVE REALIZED YOU WERE HERE WHEN I CAME IN THE BUILDING AND IT SMELLED SUSPICIOUSLY OF GREASE!" Papyrus sounded cheerful, but no wonder Grillby didn't believe him.

"We should get the hell out of here and get something to eat," Undyne said. "You're right. That smell is making me hungry!" She aimed her toothy smile at Grillby. "I want to fill a bathtub with the greasy cheese you use on your fries and just SWIM in it!"

Papyrus shuddered. "SUDDENLY MY APPETITE HAS DISAPPEARED ENTIRELY."

"[Still, as your Father, I am telling you to get something to eat.]" Gaster said. "[You are almost SKIN AND BONES.]"

Papyrus sighed. "THIS IS THE LIFE I HAVE TO LIVE NOW, UNDYNE."

She patted him on the arm.

"I CAN BARELY STOMACH IT!" He waved over the open spot between his shirt and his ripped holiday daisy dukes. "NYEH HEH HEH!"

Gaster cackled along with him.

"Quit messing around! I need to rip into something before I pass out! And we have work to do," Undyne said. "C'mon!" She grabbed Papyrus by the arm and started to pull him away.

Grillby waved goodbye. Gaster looked at him and shrugged.

"...gyftmas shopping?" Grillby guessed.

"[Oh. That makes sense.]"

Grillby spotted a display of holiday vests with muted colors and designs compared to the ties. He hurried over, visibly excited.

Gaster was too caught up in the excitement of browsing menswear to notice the odd rattling noise that followed the two of them as they walked throughout the store.

Undyne pulled Papyrus out of hearing range and then yanked him down onto the floor behind a shoulder-high slacks display. She knelt next to him. "This is PERFECT."

"THERE ARE NUMEROUS RESTAURANTS ON MAIN STREET THAT HAVE HEALTHY AND CALCIUM-RICH MEAL CHOICES," Papyrus said, worried. He didn't know why they were on the floor, but he assumed Undyne had a reason. She always did, even if her reasons were not, well, always good reasons. Or, to be more diplomatic, they were not always the quality of reason that Papyrus would expect from someone who used to be head of the royal guard. That didn't mean he wasn't going to go along with whatever she was planning, however.

"Shhh, shut up, we aren't eating yet," Undyne said. "And we have to quit talking about it before I really do get hungry!"

"THIS MUST BE VERY IMPORTANT FOR YOU TO BE SO RUDE."

"Sorry! But, it is! I hatched a plan while we were talking to your old man - like, a really DEVIOUS and CALCULATING one! I can't wait to tell Alphys about it - she's always getting into those kinds of characters and slapping posters of their faces on our bedroom wall."

"I SEE!" Papyrus sat up. "I KNEW I COULD COUNT ON YOU, UNDYNE!"

"I wasn't going to let my friend down!" She rubbed her knuckles on the top of his skull. "See, we're going to follow them - and stay really really quiet - and watch what stuff your dad looks interested in! It's perfect, and it's guaranteed that whatever you get him will be a surprise AND he'll want it!"

"THAT PLAN IS AMAZING!" Papyrus said, clasping his gyftmas-tree shaped gloves together. "IT IS EXACTLY THE SAME AS THE PLAN I WAS CONSIDERING! AND THEN YOU SAID YOU WERE HUNGRY, SO I THOUGHT WE WERE NOT GOING TO DO IT! BUT THEN IT JUST TURNED OUT THAT YOU WERE BEING EXTRA DEVIOUS AND TRICKING EVEN ME INTO THINKING IT WAS NOT GOING TO BE THE PLAN!"

"Uh, right!" Undyne grinned. "Step one is convincing them we left!"

"CHECK!"

"Step two is, uh...tracking them down in the store without letting them know we're there!"

"HM...THAT WILL BE OF CONSIDERABLE DIFFICULTY. LIKE UNTWISTING NOODLES WITHOUT BREAKING A SINGLE STRAND, WE MUST TAKE GREAT CARE AT EVERY STEP. EVEN ONE OVERLY-LOUD WORD WILL BETRAY US! AND OUR MISSION!"

"Yeah! But we can definitely do it!"

"OF COURSE! FOR I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS! AND YOU ARE...THE NEARLY AS GREAT FRIEND OF PAPYRUS!"

She leaned down. "Ok." Undyne spoke in a low whisper. "Let's quit messing around, and get this over with so we can go out and get some burgers."

"OR SOME - " Papyrus broke off and started again, in a whisper. "OR SOMETHING HEALTHY AND NOT DISGUSTING." His whisper was the same volume as his regular way of speaking, but he hissed while he spoke.

"Uh...why don't we practice hand signals! And not say anything once we've started." Undyne snuck out from behind the slacks display and waved for Papyrus to follow.

Oh! A hand signal! Papyrus hurried after her, still partially crouched. A hamster monster wearing a store badge hovered by the display, uneasily watching them.

"SHH," Papyrus said. "YOU DID NOT SEE OR HEAR US."

The monster nodded, slowly. He started folding pants.

Grillby could tell they were being followed. How could anyone miss it? He turned and gave his incompetent tail a long look, but they seemed to decide that he was looking over their heads.

Gaster was too intent on deciding between three different hats, and didn't seem to notice.

"......Gaster."

"[SHHHH. NOT NOW.]"

Fine. Grillby was more annoyed at Gaster shushing him than he was at being followed. He decided to keep it to himself.

"[I think this one suits you,]" Gaster said. He took a white panama hat off the display and set it on Grillby's burning head.

"...I don't like hats." The irritation faded away, now that he knew Gaster was looking at something for him. He removed it and set it back. He wasn't going to burn it, but the people working there were uneasy about him trying things on. He didn't want to make their day more difficult than it had to be during the holiday season.

"[A shame.]"

Grillby glanced at Papyrus, who was peering out from inside a circular rack of coats. "...do you like any of them for yourself?"

Gaster shook his head, and then seemed to reconsider. He tried on a few more.

Grillby waited until Gaster was staring at himself in the mirror, and then he turned towards Papyrus and pointed at the hat on Gaster's head. He gave a single stoic nod.

He thought that pointing out a gift would get Papyrus to leave him and Gaster alone. He gave up on that idea after half an hour. He caught a glimpse of some paper in Papyrus' hand.

"[Are you bored?]" Gaster signed. "[Usually you enjoy this.]"

"......I feel like we're being watched."

Gaster gave him as serious a look as his odd features could manage. He touched Grillby on the arm. "[Do not let the humans get to you.]"

Grillby sighed. "......I won't."

"[But let's continue this when there is no crowd.]"

He nodded.

"[I wonder where my son went to eat?]" Gaster took out his phone and started to call.

For a second, Grillby heard a ringtone, and then the sound was gone. Grillby looked up and thought he saw something small flying through the air towards the back of the store.

"[No answer.]"

"...if they went, they'd be done by now."

"[True. But he always answers in two rings.]" Gaster shook his head. "[Except when his battery dies.]"

"...it's normal to worry, but...I'm sure he is fine."

Gaster gave him a crooked smile and nodded.

A rack of clothes tipped over and Papyrus burst out of the mess. "MY APOLOGIES FOR MISSING YOUR CALL, FATHER! I THINK UNDYNE...DROPPED MY PHONE SOMEPLACE IN THIS STORE! ...DID YOU SEE IT?"

"[How did you -]"

"I......HEARD YOU TALKING AS I WALKED BY! THIS STORY SURE IS BELIEVABLE...IS WHAT YOU ARE THINKING RIGHT NOW!"

"I believe it!" Undyne said, popping out of the clothes on the floor. "Hey, why don't you call his phone again, so we can see if we can track the ring tone!"

"BRILLIANT IDEA, UNDYNE!"

Gaster shrugged. "[Let us all get something to eat after we find it.]"

"Great! I could still eat like a thousand burgers," Undyne said.

Grillby covered his face with his hands. "...yes. Let's just...leave."

"[Grillby is shy around these humans,]" Gaster explained.

"I WAS NOT AWARE THAT GRILLBY WAS SHY! IT MUST BE DIFFICULT TO FULFILL SUCH A SOCIAL ROLE, AS A BARTENDER! GRILLBY, I HAVE NEWFOUND RESPECT FOR YOU AND I AM HAPPY YOU ARE TRYING SO HARD TO OVERCOME YOUR LIMITATIONS."

"...thank you." Grillby was not used to being called "shy." "...sometimes people are difficult." That was true, at least.

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

"[Grillby thanked you.]"

"IT WAS THE VERY LEAST I COULD DO, BUT I AM AWARE THAT IT WAS STILL A LOT. SINCE EVERYTHING I DO IS TINGED WITH GREATNESS."

They all went and got burgers over Papyrus' loud objections. Papyrus ordered a salad and a milkshake and complained about the overpowering grease smell.

After Undyne polished off her weight in hamburgers and cheese fries, she tossed some money on the table. "I still have a billion errands to run! Thanks for the food, though."

Papyrus looked confused. "I THOUGHT WE WERE--"

Undyne elbowed his head.

"--AH, YES! I REMEMBER NOW. THANK YOU FOR...KNOCKING MY MEMORY LOOSE FOR ME, UNDYNE." He narrowed his eye sockets. "AND WE SHOULD...STOP INTERRUPTING YOUR DATE! THERE ARE MANY STEPS FROM FRIEND TO BOYFRIEND TO BECOMING THE STEP FATHER OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AND I WOULD NOT WANT TO DELAY IT EVEN FOR A MINUTE."

"Oh my god, Papyrus, let's just go!"

"THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I'M SUGGESTING!"

Grillby watched them run out of the building. Through the large pane glass window, he saw them hurry right back into the store they'd just left. He looked back at Gaster, and noticed he was obliviously fussing with his phone.

"......I'm tired," Grillby said. He still had a full night of work ahead of him.

"[Let me take you back home.]"

Grillby nodded. He liked when they walked together, and he could make sure Gaster didn't get too cold. He kept his arm over Gaster's shoulders.

Gaster was singing.

It was more like humming, with a strange high staticy buzz that almost seemed to form words when Undyne concentrated. He signed along with his humming.

"[OH. THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS FRIGHTFUL.]"

Grillby was next to him in a neat green sweater. Someone (Sans) had stuck several bows to his back, and he hadn't noticed. There was also one stuck to the side of his glasses that he had noticed, but he had left it where it was.

"[BUT THE FIRE IS SO DELIGHTFUL.]"

Grillby tinged blue under his glasses. He playfully pushed Gaster away.

Papyrus kicked open the kitchen door and burst in, carrying an enormous fruit cake on a silver platter. "AND SINCE THERE'S NO PLACE TO GO," He sang.

Sans, dozing on the couch next to Undyne, mumbled along with the last line. "let it snow."

"LET IT SNOW!"

"[LET IT SNOW.]

That was freaking adorable. Undyne wanted to punch the couch cushions into fluff. Gaster leaned towards Grillby and blinked at him like he was trying to bat his non-existent eyelashes. Grillby turned even more blue and gave him a very quick smooch.

"Alphys!" Undyne turned away from boring Sans towards the love of her life, on her other side.

Alphys was in the middle of chugging a mug full of alcoholic cider. She coughed and said, "Uh...Undyne! Y-yes?"

"This place is so FULL of the holiday spirit, it feels like it's going to EXPLODE with it any minute now! We have to open presents before it's too late!"

Alphys laughed. "It's a real emergency!"

"I need you to see what I got you!" Undyne sighed. Toriel was still in the kitchen with Frisk.

"W-well...how about we give each other...a tiny present beforehand? To, uh, release some of the pressure? I can go first."

"WHAT YOU ARE DISCUSSING SOUNDS VERY ILLEGAL," Papyrus commented, but he didn't appear to be particularly bothered.

"Lay it on me!" Undyne said. She held out her hand, assuming Alphys had whatever small gift it was in her inventory.

"Uh...ok. I'll...just..." She turned red and took Undyne's hand. Alphys' glasses fogged up in embarrassment as she gave Undyne's fingers a quick smooch.

"HEY!" Undyne grinned. "No fair giving me the best present first! And I got you the same thing, too, which TOTALLY ruins the surprise!"

They kept each other distracted until it was time to open their other, easier to wrap presents.

This was Gaster's first Gyftmas since his return, so Undyne wasn't surprised when present opening got slogged down during his turn. She settled in.

"your turn, bro," Sans said, after Gaster had opened his poorly wrapped gag gift.

"I WILL RETURN SHORTLY!" Papyrus fled the room and Undyne jumped up to help.

He had ten different boxes, and nothing was breakable, but she didn't want him flinging them around the house after she'd helped him pick them out. They ran back and dumped the whole load of them onto Gaster's lap. His lap wasn't large enough to hold them, so a couple rolled over to Grillby.

"man, don't sell yourself short," Sans said. "carrying all those was a tall order."

"YES I SUPPOSE I DID RETURN TALL-Y," Papyrus allowed.

"[What is all this?]" Gaster asked. He opened the first box he put his hands on and took out a soft black turtleneck. Papyrus had written "NUMBER ONE GASTER" in glittering fabric paint on it, instead of the preferable but risky "NUMBER ONE DAD." "[Oh. That is very sweet. Thank you.]"

The next box had the dapper looking hat they had watched him seriously consider. Papyrus had written "COOL DAD" on this one. One by one, Gaster removed each of the items of clothing from their wrapping, and held them up to show off the slogans Papyrus had painted on. Undyne couldn't tell from Gaster's face how he felt about them.

He finally noticed the card, lost in all the boxes, taped to some now loose wrapping paper. Gaster opened it up and seemed to read over it a few times before setting it down. Black globular tears started to pour out of his eye sockets and Grillby shuffled away and held out a handkerchief to him at a safe distance. "[THANK YOU, SON.]" He sniffed and blew into the handkerchief.

They passed the card around, but Undyne didn't have to read it. She'd sat by while Papyrus paced around trying to figure out the correct wording, and she'd giving him her reassurances that he was saying the right thing.

FATHER,

I CANNOT IMAGINE A BETTER PRESENT FOR MYSELF THAN HAVING YOU WITH US FOR GYFTMAS THIS YEAR. I HOPE ALL THESE GIFTS ARE ENOUGH TO SHOW MY GRATITUDE.

PAPYRUS

Toriel opened her presents next, to give Gaster a little time to settle down, and Grillby shifted back over to sit right next to him. ��He said something, quiet, and Gaster rested his head on Grillby's shoulder.

Undyne watched Grillby quietly set a box in Gaster's hand, and Gaster took out his own gift and handed it to Grillby. Undyne looked away and gave them a moment of privacy to exchange their gifts.

The adults had all had a little too much cider by the time the last gift was opened and properly cooed over. Undyne crumpled up the wrapping paper into one huge ball and left to slam dunk it into the outside garbage.

Papyrus thought she was taking a little too long. He found her in the kitchen with a mouth stuffed full of Toriel's famous snail puffs that she too-rapidly swallowed when Papyrus opened the door.

"Hey!" she said, voice raspy, tears leaking out the corner of her eye.

"GYFTMAS IS A VERY EMOTIONAL HOLIDAY FOR EVERYONE," Papyrus said.

"Y-yeah!" Undyne said, coughing. "Man, I don't know what it is with booze, but I want to eat half the food in this house, and right now!"

Papyrus didn't like to hear that anyone was hungry around him, so he let her have some of the chips from one of the bags Sans always seemed to open but was always too lazy to finish. This way, she wouldn't be eating food that was meant for later. No one wanted to see Toriel in a bad mood.

"UNDYNE. I WANTED TO THANK YOU FOR COMING BY SO QUICKLY TO HELP ME WHEN I NEEDED IT THE MOST," Papyrus said. "I THINK IT MUST HAVE BEEN FATE, BECAUSE I DOUBT ANY OTHER TIME WE WOULD HAVE RUN INTO THEM."

"I mean, they go into that exact store all the time. That's why you thought you'd find something he liked there."

"YES! THE TIDES OF FATE WERE IN OUR FAVOR, AND IT WAS WITH YOUR AID THAT I WAS ABLE TO MAKE THIS THE BEST GYFTMAS EVER. IN QUITE LIKELY THE ENTIRE WORLD. FOR ANYONE."

"Yeah, it was really great. Man, Papyrus, you've been a really good friend, you know?" She crumpled up the chip bag and tossed it. It landed in the trash can without hitting the sides. "And now I'm getting emotional! What the hell! It's gotta be the booze! What did she put in this stuff?"

"YOU ARE FEELING EMOTIONAL BECAUSE YOU RIGHTFULLY LOVE ME VERY MUCH," Papyrus said. "IT'S OKAY! LET IT ALL OUT!" He gave her a hug.

She sniffed, just once, and then hugged him back so hard he felt something crack. "Of course I love you, you gangly nerd!"

"OH NO! NOW THERE IS SOMETHING IN MY EYE SOCKETS!"

"Like you said! Let it all out!"

Papyrus cried on her shoulder and loudly blew his nose hole on the wad of paper towels she handed to him. "I NEVER IMAGINED I WOULD HAVE SO MANY GOOD FRIENDS. WELL. I MEAN, I IMAGINED, OF COURSE, BUT...IT IS BETTER THAN I IMAGINED! AND YOU ARE THE BEST FRIEND OF THEM ALL. THE GREATEST AMONGST THOSE WHO ARE GREAT ENOUGH TO BE CONSIDERED A LIFELONG COMPANION OF SOMEONE SUCH AS ME."

"Wow, Papyrus." She laughed. "You sap! Let's get back to the party before we start to get weird about it."

"YOU'RE THE FETTUCCINE TO MY ALFREDO," Papyrus said.

"Yeah, that's it. I'll spaghetti your bolognese if we don't get back to the party."

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. BUT IT SOUNDS NICE!"

"Well, it sure isn't!"

There was a half-tipsy cheer when the two of them returned to the crowded living room.

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