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kimtanathegeek · 4 years

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Two Brothers, Many Paths - Ch 6

By far the most difficult chapter I’ve written to date. This is one of those chapters that would have been far better in comic form than in textual form. Too bad I can’t draw :(

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Undertale copyright Toby Fox

Story and original characters by me, Kimtana

Please do not use without both permission and credit.

Read below, or read it on AO3 here.

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Sans opened his eyes slowly, then jerked awake, completely caught off guard by his nap. He was still seated up against the wall, his neck and lower back stiff. It was so dark he had to blink his eyes a few times to make sure they were open. He spotted the distant blue-white light up above him on the staircase. Papyrus was hopping up and down the steps, still clutching the blue bone. Sans sighed in relief, happy that his little brother was amusing himself.

I can’t believe I just fell asleep like that.... He berated himself as he stretched out his arms above his head, then created another blue bone to give himself light.

He sat there for a moment, trying wake up fully, when curiosity hit him. He checked his HP.

20 HP/1 HP.

Sans gasped in shock, then began to laugh with relief. He could add to his extra HP with more sleep. This made things much easier—sleep could get him further and further from the brink of death.

He stood up, noticing that he was not as weak as before. Sans grinned with joy as a glimmer of hope sparked within him.

Empowered by these revelations, he was eager to continue down the hole. He looked up at his brother.

“Ready to go, Pap?” he called.

Papyrus threw his hands up in the air gleefully, waving the bone. “Nyeh!” He bounded down the stairs.

As his brother made his way over, Sans pulled up the haversack. He pulled out some dried fruit and shoved it in his pants pocket. He shouldered the bag—wedging the blue bone between the haversack and his back like a sheathed weapon—just as Papyrus ran up to him.

Sans grinned at his brother and put out his hand, which Papyrus took eagerly. Then he raised his left hand and the higher set of bone stairs disappeared back into the wall, revealing the next set before them. They went down the stairs swiftly, Sans needing to hold himself back from running with his new-found energy.

Three sets of stairs had been created and descended when Sans noticed the updraft of wind increasing in force. He looked over at Papyrus and saw that his eyes were shut partially because of the breeze.

“Pap, we must be getting close to the bottom,” Sans declared excitedly.

Papyrus shut his eyes in a wide grin, bouncing up and down. “Nyeh!”

When they reached the bottom, Sans paused before creating the next set. He stared through the gaps in the bones down the hole, straining his eyes.

“Is that...?” Sans whispered incredulously.

He made the blue bone on his back and the one in Papyrus’ hand disappear. The hole was now completely dark, except for an extremely dim glow coming from below them, just barely visible.

“There’s light down there!” he gasped, squeezing Papyrus’ hand excitedly. “We’re almost at the bottom!”

He created another blue bone and handed it to Papyrus, who was glad for light again. Sans quickly created another set of stairs, removing the previous set. He nearly jumped down the stairs with Papyrus in tow, eager to get to the light source.

After two more sets, he noticed something odd when was creating the third. He heard the sound of far less bones rushing under them, and could tell that he hadn’t expended as much magic as he had for the previous ones. As soon as he removed the set above, he understood why. The next set of stairs was cut short, the stone wall of the hole having tapered off, revealing an opening.

Sans gripped Papyrus’ hand tight—there were now too many gaps to fall through—and they carefully went down the stairs. He could not see any sort of flooring through the gaps in the bones, so he wasn’t sure how far down the bottom was. As they crept down the last few steps, the blue-white light revealed that the hole emptied into a large cavern. Sans knelt on the last step, putting his arm around Papyrus to keep him close, and looked out in awe.

The cavern was enormous. Stalactites and stalagmites jutted from the ceiling and floor like the teeth of a huge creature. They were just level with the top of the cavern, the strong breeze making it hard to keep their eyes open. The area was dimly lit with a pale, yellow glow, and, from where he knelt, the source of light was coming from one side of the cavern far off.

Sans created a blue bone and dropped it over the side of the step. He and Papyrus watched the blue-white light as it fell, landing with an echoing clatter. Sans couldn’t help but grin.

“That’s the bottom, Pap,” he breathed excitedly. “Stay close to me. We’re still really high up.”

The little skeleton nodded solemnly, hugging Sans tightly.

Sans stood back up and thought—hard—for a moment. They had reached the end of the hole, so he could no longer create stairs. They were too high up for his magic to reach the bottom, so he couldn’t raise bones from there. The stalactites would be too weak and brittle to form bones out of.

He ran his hand over his skull, utterly at a loss as to how they would get to the cavern floor. He looked around frantically, searching for a solution, frustrated anxiety starting to creep into his soul.

“No, no...,” he uttered. “Not to be this close. Not this close....”

After several moments of racking his brain, he decided to try something. He put up his left hand and several white bones shot from the ceiling just a few feet in front of them. The bones came towards them at a slight angle, just barely missing the platform as they sped under them. They created a half-pipe, chute-like structure, extending downwards until they stopped at the end of Sans’ reach. Sans popped a dried apple into his mouth as he looked to see how far the bones had gone. It was hard to tell in the darkness, so he created a blue bone. Reaching out over the edge of the bone platform—holding Papyrus behind him to keep him away and safe—he dropped the blue bone onto the chute. They watched as it tumbled down slowly, until it dropped off the end. Watching the glowing bone drop until it hit the ground, he could tell that the chute extended down more than half the height of the cavern. However, the end was too high for them to merely fall off of, and Sans was not willing to lose any HP if he could help it.

If I can just.... He thought to himself as he mapped out an extremely risky plan.

He sighed deeply. It was incredibly dangerous, but they had no choice, and he saw no other option. Making sure that the pack was sealed, he took the blue bone Papyrus was holding and stuck it in the bag so that it poked out. He slid the bag over the edge onto the chute, where it wedged in the gap between the chute and the edge of the step. Sans picked up Papyrus, gripped the edge of the chute with his free hand, and climbed in behind the haversack. He sat back, embracing Papyrus firmly against his chest with both arms, and gulped fearfully.

“Pap, close your eyes, hold on, and do not let go.”

Sans shut his own eyes, tried to slow his rapid breathing, and concentrated. He reached in his pocket and grabbed a dried cherry and ate it quickly. Then his eyes opened, narrowed, and he raised his left hand slightly, not daring to move his arm off Papyrus. All remaining bones in the hole disappeared, and the haversack and the two skeletons slid down the chute.

The angle was gradual enough that they never gained much speed, as Sans had planned for, but sliding down at this height with nothing but a few bones under them was terrifying. He held his left hand out as they neared the mid-point of the chute’s length, waiting for his magical reach to respond. Once he was in range, white bones shot from the cavern floor at the same slight angle, but in reverse, and extended higher than the end of the chute they were on. He made the floor chute wider so that it caught them easily when they landed on it, and the gap between the chutes was a couple feet apart.

As they reached the end, Sans fiercely kicked the bag forward and held Papyrus tighter, bracing for the tumble. The bag fell onto the second chute and continued on down. As soon as the bag cleared the first chute, Sans lay back and rolled himself on his stomach. Papyrus cried out with his brother’s weight crushing him, but only for a moment, as Sans had dangled his legs off the edge and pushed himself onto the second chute. He landed hard on his back with a grunt, absorbing the impact for Papyrus, and they, too, continued on down. Sans lifted his left hand upwards and the first chute above them disappeared.

At long last, they were at the bottom. Sans lay still for a second, breathing heavily as he stared up at the ceiling, his body still tense from the ordeal. Papyrus struggled to get up, and Sans released him, then sat up in the chute. Sans started laughing in relief, ecstatic that they were finally on solid ground again.

“We did it, Pap!” he exclaimed as he popped a dried apricot in his mouth.

Papyrus did not seem to share his joy. The little skeleton looked out into the vast cavern and up at the chute, trembling with fear.

Sans gave him an encouraging hug. “Hey, it’s ok, it’s over. We’re safe now.”

His voice echoed through the cavern and Papyrus shrank, terrified. Sans hugged him tighter, nuzzling into him.

“I know it’s scary here, but we’ll be ok. I’m right here with you.”

Sans gave him one last squeeze and stood up. He made the second chute disappear, as well as the blue bones he had dropped down earlier, leaving just the one in the haversack.

Papyrus’ lower lip quivered with fear. Sans looked down at his brother sadly, then gazed out into the open cavern, thinking. He sat down on the rocky dirt floor and pat his legs invitingly. Papyrus curled up on Sans’ lap, close to tears.

“Pap, we’re going to be ok,” Sans soothed, his voice low and rubbing his brother’s back. “I don’t know what’s out there, but, hey! We just got down this huge, scary hole!”

Papyrus nodded timidly.

Sans dropped his tone even lower. “But I don’t know if there’s any holes to fall in, or animals out there, or falling rocks. So...I think it might be a really good idea for you to ride in the bag again on my back.”

The little skeleton thought this over. As much as he didn’t like being stuffed in the bag, he liked the scary cavern even less. He looked up into his brother’s eyes sadly and nodded.

“Good,” Sans grinned, rubbing the top of his little brother’s skull playfully. “This time it will be easier because I won’t be bumping down bones on my butt!”

At this, Papyrus couldn’t help but giggle softly.

An idea came to Sans. “What I think we should do is have a picnic first, right here.”

The little skeleton perked up, his nod much less fearful. “Nyeh!” Then he clambered off his brother’s lap.

Sans grabbed the haversack and pulled out a hunk of cheese, bread, a couple button mushrooms, and the blue bone, then flipped the haversack over so that the flat back served as a make-shift table. He leaned the blue bone up against the bag to give them light while they ate. Papyrus sat down opposite his brother as he watched him break apart the food. Sans handed him a small cheese and mushroom sandwich, which he took gratefully. Sans laughed softly as he watched Papyrus eat voraciously, then took a bite of his own sandwich.

After the impromptu picnic, Sans rearranged the pack so that Papyrus had more room. He unwrapped his jacket and put more food from the side pockets and all the tiny bones from the main pocket into it before bundling it back up with the vines. He tied it to the underside of the haversack this time, since he didn’t need to scoot around on his rear. Sans helped Papyrus step into the bag and strapped him up gently.

“There, how’s that?” Sans asked hopefully.

Papyrus grinned. He had much more room, feeling far less cramped without the tiny bones poking and prodding him.

Relieved, Sans rubbed the top of his head again, then sat down to shoulder the haversack. He grabbed the blue bone from the ground and stood up carefully. He adjusted the weight, then looked back over his shoulder.

“Still ok?”

Papyrus answered him cheerfully. “Nyeh!”

“Ok,” Sans sighed, looking out into the giant cavern. “Off we go.”

Holding the blue bone up like a torch, Sans started off in the direction of the light. It was near impossible to walk a straight line with all the stalagmites and stone formations jutting out everywhere. Sans took comfort, however, in the fact that he felt far less exposed, and if any animals came after them, hiding would be easy.

Not that there were any animals around. The cavern was eerily quiet, with only the ghostly sounds of the wind blowing through the stalactites up above and the echoes of his footsteps and breathing bouncing back at him. He strained his hearing for any sign of movement as he progressed steadily through the cavern.

A snuffling snore behind his head told him that Papyrus had fallen asleep in the haversack. Sans smiled to himself. He knew that if Papyrus ate a meal, he would nod off, which is why he suggested the “picnic” before setting off. It made exploring the spooky cavern much easier having the little one fast asleep.

The light steadily got brighter the further he progressed, and soon distant sounds started reaching his ears. Were those voices?

He froze as a thought crossed his mind—what if there were humans in the mountain? Sans’ pace slowed to a cautious tip-toe. He made the blue bone disappear so he wouldn’t betray their location. Fortunately, the cavern was lit enough for him to make his way around.

He was soon close enough to know that he was, indeed, hearing voices. A lot of them. There were other noises he couldn’t identify, but whatever the sounds were, he certainly hoped that they were masking any sounds he was making.

He came across a tall, sloped stone formation. It looked safe enough for him to climb up without being seen, so he slowly scaled it. When we poked his head over carefully, relief washed over him.

Monsters. Hundreds upon hundreds of monsters. All crowded together, some bustling from here to there, others standing around. Some carrying large items, others sitting down, relaxing. There were tents lined up along the walls on either side.

These were the monsters his mother had spoken of, who had sought refuge in the mountain. Possibly the very monsters he saw fighting humans in the valley.

Sans laughed in relief—his father might be in that crowd somewhere. He turned, slid off the stone, and nearly ran around the obstacles to get to them. He rounded a few stalagmites and saw boxes, barrels, and tables lined up with several monsters organizing them.

“Bring those loaves over to that group there, they’re setting up the cooking team.”

“Hey, where do you want these baskets?”

“Can you put them in that red tent? That’s where we’re storing the medical supplies.”

Sans slowly approached one of the monsters.

“E-excuse me,” he said, shyly. “I’m looking for my Daddy....”

The green, snakelike monster poked his head up, wiping his brow with his tail. “Ah, a wee kid, eh? Ye’ll wanna head over to that purple tent yonder.” He pointed with his tail. “They’ll help ye out.”

Sans nodded politely in thanks and started to head over. But the flow of working monsters was too thick to wade through. He noticed that there was a pathway behind the tents that he could walk through, so he made his way against the wall. He was nearing the purple tent when he heard voices.

“We found these kids and were told to bring them to you, Queen Toriel. They’ve all lost their parents....”

“You poor, sweet things.... Please take the older children to Dinksens. She’s at the far end with her group setting up their temporary orphanage. Take the babies and toddlers to Garcin just over there. She’s with her team creating a nursery for them.”

Sans froze, his breath trapped in his throat. Th-they’re splitting us up...?!

He frantically looked around, making sure no one saw him, then sprinted back the way he had come along the wall, avoiding being seen while fleeing the encampment.

“Queen Toriel, what about this older girl with her baby brother?”

“Oh my, you darling child. Taking care of your dear baby brother during all this. Please take them to Drenet, in the center. He’s got a special team helping the children of mixed ages in the same family.”

Sans hid behind a stone formation, panting hard. He strained his ears to hear if anyone had followed him. He could still hear the mass of monsters nearby. Tears welled up in his eyes.

If they find us...they’ll split us apart....

He shut his eyes tight, tears flowing.

I’ve lost Mommy, I’ve lost Daddy, I’m not losing Papyrus, too!

When he caught his breath, he opened his tear-filled eyes and darted off, weaving around the stalagmites. As he ran, he started to panic, having no idea what direction to go. Not wanting to head back towards the hole, he started to head towards the side wall, hoping to find a way around the encampment. His mind was racing.

We’ve got to get far away from here. But where am I going to go?! If those monsters came from the other side of the mountain, they’ll probably fill this cavern. We can’t stay here. There has to be another tunnel or cave or something!

He kept glancing over his shoulder, terrified of getting grabbed at any moment. As he zig-zagged, Papyrus slowly woke and murmured softly.

“Pap, please,” Sans pleaded shakily, his pace not slowing. “Please don’t cry. We need to be really quiet. It’s really, really important that we be really quiet right now. Please, Pap.”

Papyrus, hearing the panic in his brother’s voice, understood that something scary was happening and whimpered softly, but remained still.

Sans reached the wall and frantically searched for a way out, his eyes darting. He looked up and saw a small opening. It was high up, but it was better than nothing. He raised his left hand and several bones shot out the wall creating a set of steps leading to the opening. Sans scrambled up quickly but carefully. As soon as he was inside the opening, he made the bones disappear.

He turned to see that he was in a tunnel, large enough for him to stand in. He created a blue bone and went in a few feet further until he was sure he couldn’t be seen from the cavern. Then he stopped, exhausted and trembling, leaning against the wall as he fought for breath. His shoulders started to shake, then he started sobbing. Slumping down the wall to sit, the blue bone slipping from his hand, he unshouldered the haversack—with Papyrus watching helplessly in it—and leaned it up against the wall. Then Sans buried his face in his hands and wept bitterly.

It wasn’t fair. He had gotten so close to getting help for him and his brother, had found where their father might possibly be, only to find that if they were caught, they would be separated. All they had in the world right now was each other. If their father had also died in battle, they had no one else. Running away from humans was one thing. Running away from their own kind was heartbreaking. But if they ever got caught and he lost Papyrus....

The soul-wrenching pain of the thought ripped sobs from Sans’ throat.

Papyrus whimpered, tears rolling down his face as fear gripped him. “S-Sas...?”

Sans looked at his brother through tears. “Pap...they won’t let us stay together.... If they find us, they will take you from me.... We can’t get caught. We have to hide from them. We have to hide from everybody....”

Papyrus’s eyes grew wide in fear, then he melted into tears, sobbing quietly.

Sans struggled to pull himself together. He wiped his eyes on his sleeves and rubbed Papyrus’ head soothingly. His tone was resolute and firm. “I won’t let them take you from me. We’ve just got to keep going before they find us. Just a little bit more, and we’ll be safe, ok? Just keep quiet.”

Papyrus nodded his head sadly, tears still spilling down from his eyes.

Sans shouldered the bag again and picked up the blue bone. He followed the tunnel, keeping his eyes peeled for other openings or caves. He sensed from the thunderous noise and direction it had turned that the tunnel ran inside the same wall he had walked against when he was looking for the purple tent. The tunnel continued in a long, straight path, and Sans saw rays of light streaming through several small holes up ahead.

When he reached the first hole, he looked through carefully. The encampment was below—confirming what he had sensed—the light coming from several fires and lighting magic. He searched desperately for his father in the sea of monsters, but could not spot him. Ages had passed when he reluctantly pulled himself away to move on.

He continued much farther down the tunnel, then looked through another window-like hole. While the area he had entered the encampment from was filled with supplies, tents, and food, this area was filled with workers, tools, and building materials. Several monsters were creating huge stone blocks with their magic, and others were carrying them over to a large stone wall they were building at the end of the cavern.

“They must be building that to keep humans out,” Sans whispered to himself. “But...if they’re building a wall, then that must mean there are no monsters on the other side.”

Sans considered what this meant. If there were no monsters past this wall, then they would be safe from being caught if they passed by the wall. But if the monsters were creating a wall, then they must be trying to keep the humans out. Did that mean that there was a horde of humans somewhere in the mountain? Sans shuddered at the thought.

“Well, the only way to know is to keep going....”

The tunnel, which had been running straight along the length of the large cavern, curved suddenly, leading away from the cavern’s end and where the wall was being built. As soon as Sans made the turn, he saw the bright light of the tunnel’s end and felt a sharp, cool breeze from the opening. As he neared the edge of the tunnel, what he and Papyrus saw made them gasp in unison.

“I-is that...snow?”

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dgennk · 4 years

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Undertale: Saving Dreemurrs - Halloween

NOTICE: [I just wanted to write something and post it, to get back into writing. I’m working on an AU for Undertale, cause that’s captured my heart since January, and I just wanted to get my toe wet on something silly. Why Halloween? Cause I had some white Reese’s when I was thinking this up. Maybe I’ll rewrite it for Halloween this year? Anyway, thank you for reading, any constructive criticism would be helpful.] Friday October 31st, Halloween.

Within the Underground, this date held no special worth, just another day to live for the next. On the surface however, this date marked a special occasion. As the sun would set, children and adults alike would leave their homes, adorned in costumes for one goal.

Sugar rush inducing, cavity spawning, sweet candy.

Sour, bitter, tooth-rotting sweet. Candies and confections were prepared and bought for costumed humans of the night.

Today this tradition held strong, especially with the inclusion of monsters that once called the Underground their home.

This could be merrily seen within the Dreemurr abode, as its children returned from hours of trick-or-treating. Four children scrambled into HOME with pillow cases filled to bursting with sugary delights.

“Your outerwear, children!” their trailing guardian, Toriel, reminds as she shuts the door behind her.

“Yes mom!” “Got it!” and “Yes, Ms. Toriel!” choired the children, closely followed with the shuffle of clothing. Scarves and jackets, tossed at the basket beside the second entryway, the act hardly slowed their rush.

With a skip into the foyer, Frisk kicks off his final boot and breaks for the right hall. “Last in trades free!”

“Huh?” Asriel gasps while MK lets out an indignant ‘Dood!’ Only for them to be left behind by the other human child.

Chara cackles, their foam forked tail wiping as they turned the corner.

The two boys scramble to give chase, neither willing to part with their treasured trove.

Toriel hummed as she hung her snaily shawl a step from the door. A light thud had her eyes flutter but the bleat that proceeded drew a knowing smile. “Perhaps,” she muses, “I should unveil it a tad earlier.” Her smile grew.

“That wasn’t fair,” mumbled Asriel, sitting at the center circle mat, sack of candy buried in his lap. He rubbed his snout, slightly bruised from his fumble.

“Come on dude, don’t be sore,” Mk laughed beside him, his candy sack untied from his chest. “Your mom’s dress was just too long!”

“I needed it for my costume!” proclaimed the prince fervently. He threw his arms around his bag and dug his face deep. It worked in tandem with his wide-brim green hat to obscure his downcast look. “And, it’s a robe, not a dress.”

“But like,” MK began, a brow risen with a perplexed twist of the snout. “Could have made it shorter.”

“That,” chimed Chara with a playful smile, reclined on the far right bed. “Wouldn’t be authentic.”

A groan escaped the hidden boss monster. “Chara, please stop teasing.”

The jester’s smile grew. “Okay, Az.” Bells jingled with their chuckle.

Frisk tapped his painted chin in thought, face turned up for the starry-blue ceiling. He hummed and nodded then headed for the down prince. “I change my mind,” he leans down, while reaching a blue hand into his right pocket.

“Hm? Frisk?” The prince peered up.

“Here,” The child placed a treat on Asriel’s bag. A blackish ball, about the size of a doughnut hole, with ovid sprinkles topped on its shell. It was inside a clear twist wrapper, no labels to be seen.

“Where did we get those?” Chara mumbled aloud, with a lean to peer over.

A small smile came over Asriel’s mostly shaded visage as he accepted the gift. “Thanks Frisk.” He opened the wrapping, it was hard and didn’t smell much like anything. He still appreciated it all the same. He slipped it between his teeth and took a small crunch to it.

His reaction was a bit of a surprise to the others watching.

Chara paused to stare, wide-eyed. Their brother had taken to the candy well. No, that was an understatement. The boss monster moaned in delight, holding his cheeks as whatever piece of confectionery in his mouth seemed to overload his senses. She couldn’t help but twist her head at Frisk, only to stare, numb from his expression. His eyes gleamed scarlet in the shadow of his hair, a telling smile etched onto his face. “... Frisk?”

“Azz, dood,” MK calls, “WHAT is that?”

The boss monster only groaned before turning his head with a bob. “Oh,” he muttered lightly, his voice muffled somewhat. “It's greht, like moh’s pie, but,” he pauses to savor the taste on his tongue. “It's tahfy!”

“Eh?”

“Hey Asriel!” the rubber-clad Dreemurr smiled wider. “You can have more if you want!!”

“Critical hit!” Chara grunted.

“You ghot more?!” Asriel bursts to his feet, his own candy forgotten to the floor.

Hook. The thin smile on Frisk’s face had blossomed into a face-splitting grin. “Yeah, a dozen if you wanna trade!”

“Oh,” pauses Asriel, “Righht! Uhm… Do you have sohmethhing in mihnd?”

Line! “Well…” he draws it out before clicking his teeth. “How many of those big Reese's do you have?!”

DEVIL! Chara screams internally.

“Oh, those,” Asriel smiles brightly. “Papyrus and Undyne were giving out the really big stuff, they gave me 5. I think they were… jumbo?” he trailed, unsure and flustered. He hadn’t really read the packages at the time. He perked quick though, beaming. “You can have them! If you want?”

“Yes! Yeah!!” Frisk chirps while pulling a white bag from his candy sack. With palpable eagerness he presents it forward to the prince, only for both to stumble. A blur swooped between and snatched it, leaving the two at a loss!

Chara’s glower twinkled, standing high on the bed parallel to the other. “You sneak!” she accuses. “No one gave us these on our route! Where did you get them?”

Frisk’s brows pulled down with his angry expression. “You can’t take my trade candy! Give it back!”

“You had these since the start, didn’t you!?” Chara ignored Frisk’s demand and instead placed the bag behind their back, their other hand pointed at the miffed blue munchkin.

“N-No I didn’t!” protested Frisk.

“You’re a bad liar!” She giggled angrily in retort.

“Come on guys!” MK yawned at them. “Let’s just start eating candy already!”

Frisk whips his hand out to point at Chara, squinted eyes burning red hot, “Not until Chara lets me get my Jumbo Recess!”

“Your Jumbo Recess?!” Chara repeated with a haughty laugh. “You knew I was going to trade for them! I always trade with Asriel!”

Now the youngest Dreemur pulls back, arms crossed over their chestplate. “I didn’t forget! I got something for you too!” he ends in a huff.

“Wait, what?” blinked Chara.

“I was gonna trade for your Rice Krispie Treats with this!” he finds and reaches into his candy-sack. After a shuffle he takes a deeper reach inside and withdraws an oval shaped treat, just a few inches shorter than his face, covered in a clear wrinkled wrapping.

Chara was speechless, arms falling slack.

“Where did you get that giant egg! Is that chocolate?!” Mk was right by it, looking over the super-sized egg thing.

“I got it from the store,” Frisk started with a matter-of-fact tone. “It was pretty hollow but mom helped me put cream inside, so it’s like those egg things you get from dad.”

“Cadbury... Eggs.” Chara slowly corrects. Realization struck her brain. Frisk and mom had made this for them.

Her heart swelled in the chest, rosy cheeks now venetian despite the grey paint. “Hey…” She couldn’t look Frisk in the eyes. “Sorry.”

“Trade this for your Rice Krispies and we good!” the boy gave a thumbs up.

“Sheesh,” Chara smiled, and reached for the bag she dropped. “I get it, I get it.” She didn’t meet a paper bag, instead her hands landed upon something fuzzy. She blinked and looked down.

Asriel was draped over his bed. Where the bag once was, his head was now. His green hat now on the floor, forgotten. He was chewing groggily, half-lidded eyes gazing at nothing in particular while a large mass of stringy, sticky taffy laid within his maw. Wrappers with nothing inside laid all over the bed. The bag was on the floor now, torn open.

Frisk grinned.

MK laughed.

Chara groans.

“...Uh?” Asriel tried to speak, however, the tough candy made it embarrassingly difficult.

“Hey dude!” Mk, popped in front of Frisk excitingly. “You got something big you can trade me?!”

“Fufufu!” The child laughs in the manner of a hero. He turned to Chara and handed them the monster of a creme egg. Then, he turned around and walked to his sack, shrouding it from prying eyes.

MK waited with a held breath as the human slowly rose, his arms held before him but close to hide what laid in his hands.

“Are you ready for this?” Frisk asked anonymously. He didn’t need to look back, he could feel the intensity of MK’s nods. He could hear the whisper of their draft. “Then get ready…

For the dragon!!”

“YOOOOOO!” Frisk had unveiled a stupidly thick gummy in the crude shape of a dragon head, about the size of, again, Frisk’s face.

“Where did you get these?” Chara balked.

Frisk closed eyes glinted and presented the gummy head with one hand and pointed at the star-struck monster. “For your ring pops, I’ll give you this! Deal?”

MK had like 8 of those.

“Deal!”

With the transaction concluded, Frisk happily handed the massive wyrm head to the monster who lifted it with his maw alone.

“Fris-” Before Chara could repeat her question, a knock came at the door, drawing all the children’s attention.

A laugh came as the door knob was turned. “I’m sorry to interrupt in on the fun-oh!” Toriel paused, seeing the state of the four. “I can see you’ve already begun trading. Well, I have to ask you to finish your candy for the time being.”

“Uh?” MK whines, gummy the size of a fist in his mouth. “Ow cooh?”

She couldn’t help her excitement. “Well, It was for the party later this evening, but I had so many ingredients I made a second chocolate pumpkin and snail pie!” she clapped. “I thought we could share that between ourselves before the rest arrive.”

The looks on Chara and Asriel’s faces would always confuse Frisk. Pumpkin and chocolate sounded good but they had a feeling there would be more snail out of the three.

“Hael?” MK questioned.

Asriel was first on his feet this time, a blur of rainbow met everyone in the room as he dashed out first.

“H-Hey! Wait Asriel!” Chara leapt after them. And MK soon followed after, though with far less enthusiasm than before. This left Toriel and Frisk.

The Boss Monster could only be amused by her child’s expression. She reaches out her hand. “Do not worry,” she gave a wink. “I had made a slice with no snails for yourself.”

And with that Frisk beams, racing for their mother and gripping her hand tight. They were all-but dragging her out now, a toothy smile on their face.

Toriel laughed, “my, my.” And closed the door behind them, to go enjoy a treat with her children.

#Saving Dreemurrs #undertale au #frisk dreemurr #chara dreemurr #asriel dremuur #monsterkid #toriel dreemurr #post pacifist #undertale #Undertale: Saving Dreemurrs #fanfic #halloween #pie

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Underearth: Book 1 - Epilogue

It had been a few days since Frisk had escaped the Underground. He spent most of the time lost as he tried to find his hometown, Athens, and lusting after his death, growing more and more thirsty for it each passing day as he thought about what he'd done to him. Finally, Frisk saw it. Not having left the town for the past twenty years can really leave you unfamiliar with the surrounding environment.

Making his way into the city, Frisk stashed the knife away as he looked for his warehouse. Frisk knew he'd be there, he's always there, save when he's off scavenging for food or mugging someone for money.

Some ways into the city, Frisk had figured out where he was, and began to walk down one of the alley-ways he knew was a shortcut to the industrial district, though he stopped himself before going down it.

No, this is the alley where I'd normally find Artemis... I can't run into her again, not now at least. Frisk thought as he backed up.

Looking for another route through the city, Frisk started down another street. The people of Athens were used to filthy homeless people being seen almost everywhere in the city ever since the serial killer, who'd christened himself as The Mad Man, murdered hundreds of people in the homeless shelters of the city before burning them all to the ground, so Frisk fit in easily.

After a few hours, Frisk had finally managed to reach the industrial district, and had snuck into one of the warehouse complexes. Due to the rise in crime, numerous warehouses were under the control of gangs. Because of this, entire warehouse complexes were abandoned. Frisk just had to find the right one that belonged to him.

Half-an-hour later, he finally found it. Warehouse #364, a mostly rusted building condemned long before the complex was abandoned, though it still had all its windows. Frisk cracked the door to look inside. In the middle-back of the warehouse, Frisk saw three figures, loud enough that he could somewhat make out what they were saying.

"Look man, I'm sorry. I just didn't feel comfortable doing it." one of the figures said.

"You make it sound like I was offended. I bring in a fine piece and you don't wanna screw it? More for me! Now, since you didn't want any, go bury the body before it starts to stink."

That was him. The bastard that had kicked Frisk into the Underground in the first place.

"B-but what about the cops? This is the fourth chick we've taken just this month, won't the cops start-"

The middle figure punched the one on the right in the gut.

"Shut it. The cops don't do anything in this city. Besides, she was homeless, just like all the others. They care even less about them."

Frisk pulled the door open even more with one hand, while drawing the knife in the other. He wasn't going to listen to any more filth that came out of his mouth.

The grinding of metal against metal caught the attention of all three of them.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, WISEASS!?" the middle shouted.

Frisk just stumbled forward into view.

"W-wait... Frisk!?" he said, quite surprised.

"What? Frisk lived through that!?"

"Yes, William, I did." Frisk responded, very cold in his answer.

William just stared at Frisk.

"How the hell did you survi-" his eyes fell on the dagger in Frisk's hand. "What's that for? You angry or something!?"

"You could say something like that." Frisk said, bringing the dagger up in front of their face.

"Look, bro, if this is about kicking you down that hole, I'm sorry about that. I wasn't myself."

"Just like you weren't yourself when you abandoned me and Aliza on the street like some bag of trash!? You were supposed to look over us after mom and dad died."

"I LOOKED AFTER BOTH OF YOU FOR FIFTEEN YEARS!!!" William shouted before covering his mouth, trying to catch the words before they escaped.

Frisk stopped, looking straight at William. "Y-you do remember!" He then gritted his teeth and tightened the grip on his knife.

"What are you two idiots doing, get him!!!" William said to the other two figures.

The two who were beside William then dashed at Frisk, who stabbed the first one in the gut then slid the knife across his abdomen, causing his insides to spill out as he fell to the ground, dead. The other saw the bloody mess that was the result and began backing away from Frisk, who leapt straight at him, stabbing him a few times in the chest before re-focusing on William as the other coughed up blood until he died too.

"W-what kind of monster have you turned into?" William asked, back to a wall.

"I could ask the same of you," Frisk said. "kidnapping homeless women then raping them to death?"

William remained silent.

Frisk tightened his grip on the blood-soaked knife and charged at William, stabbing him in the leg then bringing the knife up to his head, and thrusting it down at William, who caught Frisk's arms.

"W-wait a second Frisk. Look, I'm sorry for everything, for abandoning you and Aliza, for kicking you down the hole, everything."

"Oh it's far too late to be sorry." Frisk said sadistically. "Five years too late!!!"

Frisk kept pushing down, trying to jam the blade into William's eye, though William was strong. As Frisk continued pushing, his eyes began glowing a deep red color.

"W-what the hell!?" William said as Frisk began winning.

After a few more seconds, William's strength failed him, and Frisk plowed straight through his eye, sinking the entire blade into his skull. William screamed in pain for a few seconds before going silent and falling to the ground.

Frisk, too, fell backward.

"Finally. H... he's dead." Frisk spat on the corpse.

While lying there in the collected pool of blood that had formed from the three corpses, a phone began to ring. After a few seconds, Frisk reached into the pocket the phone was in, and it was indeed ringing.

"What the hell?" Frisk said as he denied the call.

About a minute later, the phone received a voice mail.

After a bit of contemplation, Frisk decided to answer it.

"Heya. Is anyone there...?"

Frisk nearly dropped the phone when he heard those words. Sans.

"Well, I'll just leave a message..."

"So... It's been a while. The queen returned and was ruling over the Underground. She enstated a new policy... All the Humans who fall here will be treated not as enemies... but as friends. But people REALLY didn't like that policy. Because of you, not only was the king gone... but the Human SOULs had gone missing as well... Along with the life of Undyne, their greatest hero. Nobody wanted to see that happen ever again. So the people started a rebellion to overthrow the queen. But, she, uh, pretty much gave up peacefully when she realized. So she went back to the Citadel. The Underground's basically an uneasy anarchy now. Everyone's trying to live life like they always have... But it's not really easy, you know? When all of your hope has pretty much been thrown away... But hey! It's not all bad! She's not so lonely anymore. Me and Papyrus go and visit her... We bring her books from the library, or play games... We've even convinced her to leave sometimes... As long as me or Papyrus stay behind to watch for Humans. But Papyrus loves doing that."

"YEAH!!! I LOVE STANDING IN FOR THE QUEEN!!! I'VE BEEN PRACTICING FOR WHEN A HUMAN COMES. I'M GOING TO BE A GREAT MOM!!! BY THE WAY, WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?"

"Oh, nobody."

"OH, COOL. TELL THEM I SAY HI!!!"

"Papyrus says hi. Well, I hope things are better where you are. Later."

The message ended. Tears crawled down Frisk's face as he looked around at what he'd done. Just for some petty revenge, he ripped away all the hopes and dreams of an entire civilization. Frisk dropped the phone into the pool of blood, then bent even lower, hunching over his legs, crying.

If only there was some way to go back... Frisk thought. Then, something clicked. Something Flowey had said.

"Oh, and you can forget about escaping to the past using that old thing. We're not in that world anymore, so it's plain and simple impossible."

Frisk reached into his pocket again and pulled out the pocketwatch.

"That's right!" Frisk said hopefully. "This thing can send me to the past! But... how?"

As Frisk had said that, the device opened up, hosting the word "RESET?" on its face.

"RESET?" Frisk read. "Will that take me back into the Underground? ... Back when I first fell?"

The words on the face flashed to "YES", then back to "RESET?".

Frisk, filled with hope, answered: "Yes!"

A Whole New World : Epilogue

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Horrortale Papyrus/ Reader Gyftmas drabble for @thighsofthistle, who won the word search drawing over on @asktheskelelodge

Request: Quiet star-gazing.

Gyftmas was a big deal for your datemate; he insisted on you joining him and his brother for gathering at Grillby's. There, the monsters partook of a veritable feast with all of the holiday human favorites. When monsters had first joined the Surface, you had admittedly been a little hesitant around them. Apparently, they had been starving Underground and things had gotten messy. If it hadn't been for their human ambassador, you don't think they would have acclimated quite as easily, but besides a few odd-balls, they seemed nice enough.

Although your bonefriend was by-far the nicest one you had met, radiating energy and hope to all that called him friend.

The other monsters were eccentric and loud, each with jagged, sharp smiles and raucous laughter that filled the warm interior. Sans was sitting at the bar, drinking a mix of what you knew from experience was vodka and ketchup. Papyrus, on the other hand, was the center of attention, passing out food and good tidings.

You should have been by his side, greeting his friends with the same cheer, but huge gatherings like this made you feel anxious--especially when you only knew a handful of the guests. You stuck to the outskirts, watching Papyrus with a mug of hot chocolate in your hand, but you were beginning to feel like the heat of the bar was becoming stifling.

So, you decided to get some fresh air.

Outside, everything was so much quieter. You could still hear the muted conversations from within the bar, but you instantly felt more peaceful. Sucking in a deep breath of cold air, you set your mug on the railing of the back deck of the bar and turned your attention to the clear sky above. Snow stretched out from your vantage point, covering the area around Ebott City, but the clouds had dissipated tonight, leaving you with a clear view of the starry skies.

After a few peaceful moments of sipping your hot chocolate in contemplative silence, a loud voice boomed from behind you, "THEY LOOK LIKE DIAMONDS, DON'T THEY?"

You jump, startled enough for your drink to slosh dangerously close to spilling over the edges of your mug. Carefully, you set it down on the banister and turn toward your new companion. You have to tilt you head up--and up and up--to meet the sunken gaze of your datemate.

Papyrus is smiling, staring up at the glittering stars above. It's easy to take such a simple thing for granted, you realize as you notice the wonderment clear on his features. He's only had access to the sky for a few short years, but every time you're outside, he never fails to look up.

"Yeah, you can really see them tonight," you remark as he steps forward. Your gaze turns back to the night sky, expecting him to come stand beside you--but he surprises you by standing behind you instead. His arms wrap around your shoulders, drawing your back against his chest, and you can't help but smile. He's nearly got three feet on you, so he has to hunch to get the desired effect (the top of your head doesn't even reach his armpits when both of you are standing straight beside one another, though Papyrus does tend to hunch over), but you appreciate the gesture.

You place a hand over his arm, squeezing his bones beneath the fuzzy Christmas sweater he obviously hand-made. It's cold enough that you can see your breath when you release a contented sigh, and Papyrus's gaze is drawn to the vapors.

"ARE YOU COLD?" he queries, but before you can answer, he's moving to unwind his long, tattered scarf and wrap it around you. "HERE!" It's much too long for you, even when wrapped twice around your neck, so you gather the ends and toss them around his neck to share it while he's hunched over.

"Thanks, but I don't want you to get cold, too," you say as you press a quick kiss to his cheekbone. His face lights up a soft pink, and his jagged grin widens.

"DON'T WORRY! SKELETONS DON'T REALLY GET COLD! IN FACT!! YOU COULD SAY NOTHING GETS UNDER OUR SKIN!" You start laughing, not expecting the pun. He tends to pull them out when he's not around Sans. "BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE ANY!!"

"Okay, good." You know he once lived in a snowy town Underground, so he's used to the cold weather anyway.

His arms slide around you again, keeping your extra warm, and the two of you lapse into companionable silence once more, star-gazing. You can still hear the party going on behind you, but it's white noise; you're focused on the feeling of Papyrus as he shifts every now and then behind you, and the contentment you find within his arms.

"Do you want to go back inside?" you query after another moment passes. You feel guilty that he left his group of friends to come be with you; after all, you were only planning on getting a little fresh air before you began mingling with the boisterous monsters.

"NO, LET'S STAY LIKE THIS A LITTLE LONGER." He's bending at an awkward angle, trying to get his face beside yours, and you know his spine has to be aching, even if he'll vehemently deny it.

"Sure, but can we sit down?" Maybe that will be easier on him. You turn your face to catch the relief flit through his features.

"GOOD IDEA!"

Without preamble, Papyrus scoops you off your feet with an arm around your waist. Monsters seem to have crazy strength, and Papyrus is no exception; the first few hugs he gave you when you started dating were overzealous and painful, but he's gotten the hang of it since. However, the sudden movement while he carts you to one of the chairs set on the tavern's deck causes your hot chocolate to spill over the side of your mug. You hold it away from you to avoid staining the matching Gyftmas sweater Paps made you.

"Careful-- my hot chocolate!" you blurt as Papyrus sits down and sets you on his lap.

"YOUR--? OH. I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE INTO THAT KIND OF THING!" You turn sideways in his lap to meet his quizzical stare.

"Into what kind of thing? Tasty winter drinks?"

"THEY MAKE POT CHOCOLATE INTO DRINKS??"

"Hot chocolate," you stress, shaking your head. Your datemate has the habit of mixing up words or mishearing sometimes.

"I'M NOT JUDGING!"

Ugh. You take the opportunity to chug the rest of your hot chocolate--which isn't piping hot anymore, thankfully--so you can set your mug on your lap. "There's nothing funny going on with my hot chocolate, Paps."

"I WASN'T LAUGHING ABOUT IT," he responds, confused, so you shake your head and let it go to lean back against his chest. His scarf is still haphazardly wrapped around both of you, and he's slouched forward. You reach out and snag part of his scarf to draw him even further down, so you can press your lips to his teeth.

The bone of his mouth is malleable, and you feel it move, responding to the kiss. His arms tighten around you, and when you pull back, he laughs with a soft nyeh heh heh, gleeful over the affection.

"I WAS WONDERING IF YOU WOULD NOTICE!"

Now you're confused. "Notice what?"

"THE MISTLETOE!" He points up, and you realize that there's mistletoe hanging directly above the two of you. His smile is suddenly devious. "I CLEVERLY CHOSE THE CHAIR BENEATH IT!"

You hadn't even noticed; you had just wanted to kiss him. You smirk. "Clearly, it's the best seat in the house," you remark, and he blushes lightly as he grins with pride.

"YES, IT'S--"

You cut him off with another kiss, this one lingering. Both of your arms wind around his neck, and when he finally pulls back, you can see your breath in a cloud between your faces. His expression is tender, and you swear you can see the lights strung abovehead shining in the depths of his sockets.

"IT'S THE BEST PLACE TO BE," he finishes after a beat, and he hunches over you, pulling you tight against his neck while you nuzzle your cheek into his sweater. Both of you return your gazes to the stars, drawing out the quiet moment for a little longer before you finally rejoin the party.

(*Imagine Masterlist)

#horrortale papyrus #horrortale papyrus x reader #undertale drabble #gyftmas #it's beginning to look a lot like gyftmas #i hope you like it!#fluff for days #that spooky sweetheart

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canadian-buckbeaver · 6 years

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Edgeberry’s Second Chance - Chapter 23 - Battle Front

MTT has shown that he is more than willing to fight his ex-lover and sweet Berry. The question is not if Edge will spare him, but will he survive the encounter?

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Undeterred at the weapons, his fans cheered. Finally MTT was showing them new tricks. He wasn’t just up there on the stage, dancing and singing horribly, nor was he trying to tell his off-colour jokes. Here was the real entertainment. He was a Human Killer after all, what could two skeletons do to him?

“STAY BEHIND ME,” Edge ordered Berry. One of his swords came up to guard the little skeleton. “I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HE IS NOW CAPABLE OF. STAY BEHIND ME AND, AT THE FIRST CHANCE, RUN AND HIDE. I WILL FIND YOU LATER.”

“But Edge… I…”

Edge looked over at him. “I WON’T LOSE YOU AGAIN, BERRY…. NOT TO HIM.” There was a sincere light to his eyes. Gone was the madman and the wild Fell warrior, the one who would dust or kill anyone at the chance of raising his LV. Here was the monster that Berry had seen deep inside, the calm warrior, the one who only wanted to do what is right.

There was a sound of chainsaws and Edge had just enough time to raise and cross his swords in time to catch MTT’s blow. In his hands were two chainsaws, both smoothly purring, silver glinting in the spotlight. The chainsaws sang and whirled desperately against the red bones as Edge’s shaking arms tried to push him back.

* * * * *

“What’s wrong Papy~” MTT asked, “seems like you were a little distracted there. Perhaps a little dust in the old eye socket?” he taunted, pushing forward with the machines. Edge lost a little ground with the chainsaws, boots gauging the floor, gritting his teeth as he struggled to push the robot back. The crowd was cheering, like a horde of hounds desperate for blood. This was the best performance that MTT had put on in a long time.

“BERRY…” Edge whispered, his eye lights leaving the robot’s and risking a quick glance around. The little skeleton was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had taken Edge’s advice and had been able to hide. He hated asking the little skeleton to do that, yet Berry was obviously untrained in this kind of fighting. Berry would be more likely to survive if he hid himself away. Edge was trained in this act of war, he knew how to act and what to do.

He hoped so… worst comes to worst, he didn’t want Berry to see him die.

Things were bad. He could see that MTT’s LV and stats were higher than when they had last seen each other. They had always been high though not as high as his. But now… now those numbers even higher than Edge’s. He was a huge, deadly threat. And now the robot had his arms trapped by his chainsaws. If he even moved one of the swords he risked having the metal teeth cut into him and his armour. He briefly debated allowing it to happen, if only to give Berry time to escape, but he threw the idea away.

No. He was Edge, Captain of the Royal Guards, and beloved mate to Berry. His mate tattoo still glowed with fresh magic, his bones still warm from Berry’s heat.

He wouldn’t give up so easily.

He was Determined.

His hands and arms may be trapped, but when had that ever stopped him? He had been named captain for a reason. Taking a step forward, he angled his toes behind the robot’s. Fixing the angle of his bone attacks, he pressed himself forward. First MTT took a small, almost tiny, step back, and then another, stumbling over Edge’s feet and causing him to let off some of the pressure of his weapons. The crowd began to get excited. This wasn’t going to be such a one-sided match after all. Papyrus was fighting back.

With a great shove, Edge pushed MTT back, causing him to wobble backwards and release him. Now, with adequate distance between them, now he could show MTT exactly what he was holding back.

Taking a charging step forward Edge cut down on MTT on an angle, nicking one of his prized chainsaws. The blow, although looked useless and merely cosmetic in nature, gave the motor a small hiccup. Luckily the other monsters, as well as MTT, seemed to be unaware of this. They jeered and cheered, hands clapping and feet stamping. Exactly what go MTT riled up. As he and MTT began to dance with his chainsaws and blows, red sparks began to fly and sizzle around them. Metal teeth met bone, time and time again. Their feet moved effortlessly over the floor, crossing and coming close, retreating and teasing.

There was a slight change to their routine. Their blows echoed louder in the hall, and they became closer to their targets, only for MTT to move out of the way in the nick of time. He began to see it in MTT’s eyes. The robot was now showboating, gladly showing off what moves that they could pull off together and building the crowd’s excitement…

Or was it for a more sinister reason…?

Faster and faster they danced. Arms and legs were a blur of sweat and sparks. They were equal titans in this field. Neither one of them seemed willing to give up so easily, each of them had something that they were fighting for. Something that, to them, meant something.

MTT’s chainsaw, the one that Edge had damaged, was beginning to blow white smoke. There was a stutter in its engine, its speed uneven. MTT was looking at it puzzled, the previous blow still not computing with him. Edge flipped his sword in his hands, preparing to slice through the glass stomach that housed his borrowed soul.

“Edge!” A voice cried out from the crowd, drawing Edge’s attention away from the fight. Blue! His eyes fell to the audience, looking for him…

Realizing his mistake a second too late.

MTT kicked him in the chance, sending him off of his feet and onto his spine. As he grunted in pain his bones disappeared,

And a red and yellow stiletto boot came down on his armoured chest.

“Typical voice recording, darling. Hopefully you don’t mind me using it. Figured that you would at least like to hear his voice one last time before the end.” MTT smirked evilly at him, single chainsaw in his many hands now. The crowd was frantic in its cheering, screaming for the robot to kill him.

As MTT raised the chainsaw in triumph, Edge closed his eyes. He thought of Berry’s open arms and large smile, complete with the hearts in his eyes…

“BERRY…” he whispered as the chainsaw began to scream towards his soul.

There was a thunking sound, but no pain.

Edge’s eyes flew open and he saw the long, blue bone impaling the chainsaw into the stage, jamming the mechanisms. MTT had looked away from Edge and four more bones shot towards him. These bones cut through his elbows and knees, lacing through the metal like water, and skewering him to the wall behind them. It reminded Edge of those insects that were put on display for humans to look over…

But who…

“That was a dirty trick Mettaton. And Edge was going to beat you fair and square.” Berry’s voice came from beside Edge, his left eye still shimmering with magic. For a moment he resembled Cherry… “Luckily, he has me to even up the odds.”

The robot tried to pull himself from the wall but the bones stuck him fast, even damaging his HP when he tried to move. Instead, he settled to scowl at Berry. “So what is it that you intend to have me do? Write lines? Send me into the corner or in my bedroom for a time out? Spank me? Because I’ve been a very naughty boy, Berry. I could use some punishment.”

The double meanings were not lost on Berry. A small flush had come to his cheeks but he did not respond to them. “And have risk you entering the land of Swap again? I don’t think so. How did you enter to drop off that letter?” he demanded.

MTT only chuckled as a long, metallic tongue wiped at some loose oil. “It was simple really. I had long since figured out how and where Papyrus goes to visit you… it was only a matter of turning it on.”

Edge wanted to growl. Of course… he couldn’t blame Cherry for his mistake. He had felt eyes occasionally when he had booted up the teleporter before but had dismissed it as his own feelings of paranoia. But rule number one…

You can never be too careful in UnderFell.

Berry helped Edge stand, refusing to look at the robot. “Let’s go home.” he said, suddenly looking tired. “I… my brother…”

Would probably be worried sick about him now, especially if he realized that Edge himself was with him, Edge thought. Picking up Berry, he grabbed the blanket that he had used to wrap him in to come to UnderFell and began to carry him out.

“And what about me, I ask again?” MTT’s voice broke the little bubble between the two skeletons.

Edge turned to him, scrutinising him with his clear eye lights. It was a tempting thought to dismantle the ego-mantic but, at the same time.

“You’re not worth it. The EXP, the LV, none of it.” Berry said, looking to him. “There are other, more pressing and important things to worry about.”

The crowd was becoming restless again. Loud whispers to one another, and sinister chuckles could be heard. “BESIDES METTA, YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN AN ACT BECOMES OBSOLETE… THEY GET THE HOOK.” Edge said before walking out the door again. Walking quickly, he and Berry had exited the hotel and were well on their way to the teleporter. Edge didn’t dare look back or look at the faces of the audience.

“The hook?” Berry asked, looking up at him. “Is… is that a pun?”

Edge shook his head just as there was a loud, glitching scream from behind them. Walking faster he pressed Berry’s skull closer to his chest, not allowing him to look back, not even once. “It’s a torturous procedure that was once only used in traitors of war…” he said simply. “HE MAY HAVE BEEN SOLD OFF TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER, OR THEY MAY HAVE ALL RUSHED HIM. BUT I DON’T WANT TO FIND OUT.”

Berry looked slightly pale, his mouth posed for another question before Edge made it to the little house in UnderFell. So many memories… memories of him and Sans as baby bones, some foggy ones of their father, Gaster. Countless memories of watching TV or goofing off or cooking. Good and bad, young and old, the house had been with them every step of the way. And yet, when he looked to the little, sweet, blue skeleton in his arms, he knew that he had all that he needed.

Without looking back at his hometown, Edge strode through the machine, holding tight to Berry. As they walked through the glowing portal, Edge magically turned it off behind them, removing a single screw and tossing it into the universe behind him. That would be enough to prevent any further access.

Now no one could access the sweet world of UnderSwap… and he could no longer return to where he was now a traitor, to where his life was in ruins… he had murdered a famous celebrity, probably defied the orders of the king…

It seemed like a fair trade.

#edgeberry #papyton #us!sans #uf!papyrus #uf!mettaton #fighting #canon-ish mtt fight #underswap sans #underfell papyrus #Underfell mettaton #character death #torture #weapons

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kaorukeehl · 6 years

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Saved by the Gods.

WARNING EXPLICIT/ADULT CONTENT.

Summary: It didn't go like how it had been planned to. He had accepted his fate and found it taking an unexpected turn. Though he can't find it within himself to complain how things have turned out. For he shall walk upon the path set out before him chosen by the Gods that his hometown oh so greatly worships. He will do whatever it is that is required of him by the gods.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14079918

FF: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12878906/1/Saved-by-the-Gods

I made this on my phone at like three am so enjoy.

They saved my life.

The chains connecting to the collar around my neck jingle as I shift.

I owe them for that and how else do you repay two gods? I can only see that I can thank them by giving them what they want... Even if it’s my body. I can’t help but moan as the larger of the two licks the entrance I had formed for them. I find my hands clutching my blue bandana that’s on the ground. I came here in a white robe with my bandana hidden to be offered to them. I was the sacrifice, chosen by our shrine master, for them to eat so that good fortune will come.

However it wasn’t what I expected...

I expected to die and to be eaten... But when I came face to face with them they let me live. I’ve never seen the two in person and the area is hidden from view of the village. I know it’s so the young ones can’t watch the sacrifice being eaten. I was stunned to see how amazing they looked compared to statues or drawings.

They have skeleton bodies like me and my brother but they have sharp teeth. They have red eyes and the smaller one we call Red has a single gold tooth. They have black fluffy looking ears coming out from their skulls. They have paws on their hands and feet that they stand on; the fur ends at about mid way up the arm or leg. They have their red ectobodies, or magic made bodies, formed from below the rib cage down the legs disappearing into the fur. They have black wolf tails that look a little long and fluffy. They only have one article of clothing on too. Red has a red collar with slightly large gold studs that are all just in one line, meanwhile the biggest one we call Edge has on a red scarf.

I let them shred the clothes those at the shrine gave me. I watched as they took me in sharing a few barks and whines. I waited and closed my eyes wanting them to just get it over with. My hands clenching my bandana that was in my hand like a good luck charm.

Finally I hear them move and as I expect the pain of being eaten the bite is gentle.

My eyes snap open as I feel the gentle bite on the back of my neck. I was lifted up into the air by Edge and they took me deeper into the woods. I was truly confused at this point. I just hoped that they weren’t going to take their time.

For a moment my mind flashes to how my brother pleaded for me to not be sent... How he pleaded for someone else to do it... But there’s no arguing with the decision. It’s a part of who we are and the shrine master will always know who it must be. There is no ifs ands or buts about it. Papyrus, his nicknames are Stretch and Honey, was held back to not stop it. It was happening whether he liked it or not.

It also meant that I can never go back... Especially with the fact that they haven’t eaten me so far.

A part of me longed to be back in Stretch’s arms, even though I had accepted my fate not long after the announcement.

When they put me down it was in a cave where they used magic to chain me to the wall.

I dropped my bandana on the ground in surprise. I froze when they had started rubbing themselves all over him. I then slowly realized what they were doing. I was being marked which meant that they wanted to keep me. I closed my eyes as a part of me felt so relieved that I wasn’t going to die. I knew that this is the way I can repay them for letting me live. I must show my appreciation after all. I gasp as Edge mounts me.

Edge uses his front paws to hold my waist like he’s steadying me. He bucks his hips towards me as I am on my hands and knees.

My breath stutters for a brief moment as I feel his large cock grinding against me with each thrust. I almost hold my breath when the tip catches against the entrance to my slick pussy. I wait as he does it again finally sliding his cock into me. I call out at the penetration as I feel that his cock is just so big and thick. My eyes blink and I watch as Red comes around in front of me while Edge hilts within me.

Red moves up placing his front paws on my shoulders. He brings his cock closer to my face.

Edge leans over me giving a demanding rough gruff.

Though it wasn’t much it made the message clear.

If Edges mate Red feels good then I’ll good.

So like an obedient pet I open my mouth taking Reds cock in.

Red lets out a moan of pleasure as I begin sucking at his cock.

Edge lets out a low pleased rumble that sends pleasant shivers down my spine. He pulls back until only his tip is inside before he thrusts back inside.

I moan at the snap of Edges hips which sends pleasant vibrations on Reds cock. I keep going while moaning at Edges pace that almost feels brutal. I’m not sure they’ll hold much back as I can feel Edge moving faster and harder. I think they are also testing my limits. I just can’t get enough especially once Red begins thrusting as well. My body rocking back and forth from the thrusting. I’m sure by this point my star eye lights have become heart shaped; done so by how much I’m loving this and the pleasure it brings along with it.

Red is starting to make slightly whines and yelps, and though I panic at first, I notice it’s all pleasure sounds. He keeps bucking his hips as I continue sucking.

I can feel Edges cock start to bulge as his knot begins to form. I can also feel him starting to lose his consistent pace a little as it gets sloppy. My mouth stretches open more as Reds own cock also begins to form a knot. I know that they are close to cumming and as expected for their species they are going to knot me. My eyes fall to being half open as I find my body heating up even more in arousal. I can’t help it as thoughts about being knotted by them is just so appealing. I moan out in a slight plea for them to do it, for them to knot me. I feel so hyped up in excitement when their knots snag in my entrance and behind my teeth. I can tell that this is it and they’re going to do it.

Red is the first to cum with a howl of pleasure. He pumps his cum into my mouth and all I can do is swallow what I can.

Edge isn’t too far behind. His howl of pleasure is definitely more dominant as he cums in me.

They tug a little to check how well we are tied together. They seem pleased that the tie is perfect.

I’ll be stuck here like this until their knots soften so they can pull out. I however don’t find myself minding all that much. My eyes drift closed as I relax, while staying awake, when they start licking me mostly around my head and neck. I swear it feels like they are praising me for how well I did. I must admit it feels nice.

After awhile their knots finally soften allowing them to pull out. They do so moving away and I ignore my aching jaw and I want to relax.

However a rough sounding voice interrupts it causing me to open my eyes halfway. “Clean us and only then can you rest.”

I understand and since Red has moved close again I start with him. I make sure his cock is clean by licking it. I listen to Reds pleasing slight huffs at me doing this. I pull away when I’ve finished cleaning him.

Red moves away and Edge takes his place.

For a moment I can’t help but stare in awe at the large cock before me. I can’t believe it fit inside me and I can only imagine how big the knot looked. I get to work cleaning his cock and he pulls away when satisfied.

“Rest for now. We’ve got some work to do.” Red tells me as I can see his mouth moving as he speaks.

I nod my okay and lay down on the ground.

The two gods leave and I’m sure it’s to possibly give good fortune to my hometown. It’s gotta be it as not long later I hear their howls.

We always hear their howls when they wish to bring upon good fortune for some time.

I close my eyes ready to let myself rest.

They’ll be back but I trust them completely.

I am Blue, my name is Sans but I’ve gotten used to my nickname from the blue I wore, and I am the loyal pet of the gods. Because they rescued me. I know that this is truly my fate in life and I will do my best.

For them.

For the fact that it’s my destiny.

The end.

#underswap sans #underswap AU #underfell #underfell sans #underfell papyrus #fontcest #fellcest #cherryberry #sanscest #wolffell #underfell wolves #fanfiction #undertale fanfiction #underswap x underfell #underfell x underswap #fell wolves #underswap fanfiction #underfell fanfiction

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motherlyra · 7 years

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Chapter 47: Bus Day

Changed a couple things I originally had because of the cute fanart astrangeroftheworld made for me lol.

Honestly there isn’t much I can say for why this chapter took so long to finish. I probably wouldn’t have continued if I didn’t just get messages saying people were still reading this, so thank you for that! Luckily my new job has some down time in it so I might be able to actually focus on writing a little more often.

Warnings: idk internalized hatred and some exterior hatred as well I suppose.

[Sans Days/Nights]

[Buy me a coffee]

“Woooow, Dings. Way to make it sound like I purposely murdered them.” Sans’ voice soured with irritation. “After all this time you still act like I asked to be born.�� He nearly snapped, his earlier mood gone in an instant. He crossed his arms and sat back onto the bench. Sans opened his mouth to say something else, but instead huffed between his teeth and looked down the road. The exchange left you shocked, looking between the two brothers, struggling to comprehend what Gaster meant.

Not wanting to spark a bigger argument, you tried to distract yourself by pulling the bag with Flowey onto your lap. You opened a zipper, trying to think of something to grab but your curiosity quickly got the better of you. “What… happened?” You asked quietly, loosing interest in the opened bag.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Flowey piped up, his leaves wiggling slightly as he turned in the bottle to face you more. He gave a half laugh, eyes shining. “Everyone knows that having three children is committing suicide. Clearly they decided they’d rather die than take care of the kids they already had-” You heard slight crinkling and immediately saw Flowey’s bottle start compressing, and out of the corner of your eye you saw Gaster’s hand clench. You gasped and grabbed Gaster’s hand, stopping him from using any more magic. You looked up and gulped, seeing his orange haloes burrowing into your eyes at your interruption. You quickly averted your vision before you lost yourself again and looked over to Flowey’s water bottle, seeing an orange glow surrounding it. Flowey had his mouth shut tight as he struggled to look down at the bottle with wide eyes.

“Flowey, say you’re sorry.” You quickly instruct, keeping your grip on Gaster’s hand. Flowey’s expression changed to a more neutral one.

“What? Why? They both know it’s true-”

“Flowey, say you are sorry right now.” You ordered, feeling Gaster’s hand tighten just a fraction. The orange light surrounding the bottle brightened ever so slightly, and another kink appeared on the bottle. The slight crackle caught Flowey’s attention once more, making him lose the neutral attitude.

“Fine, fine! I’m sorry!” He panicked, wiggling and failing to get out of the slowly compressing bottle. The orange light didn’t go away, and you looked back at Gaster.

“Gaster.” You made the mistake of looking into his eyes, and became trapped. The burning rings pulled at you, dragging the seconds by like minutes as reality stretched around them. A small voice in the back of your head was screaming to turn away, to blink, anything, but your muscles only relaxed as you stared transfixed at the magical flames and was pulled deeper in-

He blinked, and his eyes lost the magic that was keeping you hostage. You released the breath you didn’t know you were holding, feeling your chest shaking ever so slightly from your racing heartbeat. You stayed frozen where you were, unable to get your thoughts straight, until Gaster’s haloes glanced at the hand you had holding his. You quickly let go and sat up, pulling your hands together on your lap.

“S-sorry.” You stumbled over the small apology. Gaster adjusted himself in his seat, looking rather annoyed with everything in general. The silence dragged the emptiness of where you were out, bringing the lack of morning birdsongs to your attention.

“The weed is mistaken.”

“Sorry?” You startled slightly when Gaster spoke up again.

“They did not commit suicide. I thought I should clarify, since you seem to take everything to heart.” Gaster added, looking down the road as well. “Humans must be quite different with procreation. Is the practice of having more children not as costly for your kind?”

“N… Not really, well… Having kids costs a lot of money, and most families stick to one or two kids, though I know someone that is the youngest of six kids. But they live with their friends now to get out of the crowded house.” You answered, and Gaster’s brow bone elevated ever so slightly.

“Grand… parents? Interesting, though perhaps that would make sense. You live such short lives, perhaps being able to breed without any repercussions was to counter the likelihood of simply going extinct.” He theorized aloud.

“You guys aren’t the same way, I take it.” You half asked, suddenly remembering back when you chatted with Flowey so long ago under the willow, how he told you that monsters only aged when they had kids. He didn’t expand that though, and you guess it never really registered in your head what exactly that meant. Sans sighed, seeming like he would much rather get this conversation over with. He quickly pulled out his phone, tapping on a doodling app.

“When monsters have a kid, the kid takes some of their Soul energy.” Sans started to explain, drawing an upside down heart on the screen with the grey ink. “When they age, more of that energy goes to the kid so they can grow. Because of that, the parents age as well. Real age has no meaning to our Souls or, by extension, our bodies.” He made a smaller upside down heart off to the side, before making it bigger, and shrinking down the original heart. “A hundred year-old monster with a kid would look ages older than a four hundred year-old monster without kids, so our looks aren’t exactly a good judge for ages.”

“But if the kid dies before the parents do, the parents stop losing their magic and... stop aging.” Flowey added in, surprising you. So that’s why Toriel and Asgore looked slightly older than the average monster…

You thought about what they said, starting to understand what Gaster meant by Sans killing their parents. “So… If two monsters have a child and let it age enough to turn into an adult…?”

“They would age, but be overall they would be fine. A single child is not enough to dust two monsters, otherwise we as a species would have died out long ago. At most, two children becoming adults is the usual circumstance of the parents’ dusting, but they likely would survive a few years more depending on the strain on their bodies. Healthy monsters would be able to have two children reach adulthood and have time to be a family for some time before they could no longer keep themselves together.” Gaster said, and you saw him glance towards Sans. “However, if they create a third child… Well, you cannot make something new when you already ran out of supplies, can you?”

“It’s why I’m short.” Sans wasn’t looking at you, but you could see the drawing on his phone had the original heart crossed out, with two hearts next to it, and a single dot under them. “They didn’t have enough magic left for another full monster, let alone enough to give them a decent amount of HOPE.”

Gaster’s frown grew ever so slightly. “You should consider yourself lucky both you and Papyrus survived and managed to grow despite their dusting. They were incredibly powerful monsters, but even that was not enough to keep them from passing.”

“I’m so… so sorry.” You felt bad for making them have the monster’s version of ‘the talk’ with you now. You had no idea monsters having children was such a big deal. Or how magic could transfer from one to another. Or how old monsters could get without it affecting them- In fact, for living very closely with monsters for the past few weeks and being around them on the surface for the past few months… You had significantly less knowledge than you thought you had about them.

“I never knew them, so it’s not a big deal to me.” Sans said, shrugging and looking down the road again. “It’s him who has any solid memory of a mom or dad. He lived with them for decades; Paps had them for what… six years? I didn’t even get that. It’s what happens to monsters.”

“Still, I’m so sorry I brought it up, I had no idea.” You apologized again, looking at your hands unsure. You glanced at Gaster, and saw him observing you quietly with his mouth in a tight line. His haloes shifted and looked past you, and you turned to see a bus heading in your direction.

“Looks like our ride is almost here,” Sans clicked his phone to the home screen, seeing the time. “A little late, but it’s fine.” He stood up and avoided looking at you. You put the bag down and stood up as well, a heavy feeling in your gut.

“Sans, I-“

“Let’s drop it. We need to get back to the others.” He interrupted, turning around just long enough to zip up the bag and pick it up, so quickly it made Flowey do a little “ooph” sound. You felt Gaster’s hand rest on your shoulders, and you looked up at him.

“Best do what he says.” Gaster hushed, giving you a slight pat before picking up the other bag, and the three of you watched as the bus crossed the road and turned into the small bus stop.

The squeak of the break hurt your ears as the bus finally came to a complete stop, the smell of bad gasoline carrying itself to where you guys were. You let out a small cough, covering your mouth and nose. A few humans scrambled out of the bus, along with a few kids, and a tall woman in a blue outfit held a sign up saying “Follow me!” stepped out behind them. She was wearing a massive smile, though it vanished when she saw you and the brothers.

“Wha- Oh, hello there! There shouldn’t be any tours ending at this time…” It was pretty clear she was confused about your situation, but she tried forcing another smile on her face. You felt a tight hand on your shoulder, but was too focused on trying to come up with a response to the woman.

“We’re locals.” Sans spoke up beside you, voice giving no hint of the distressing conversation you three had moments ago. “Figured we could catch the bus back to town, if it wasn’t too much of a hassle?” He asked, and the woman immediately started nodding.

“Why yes of course! No charge for locals, obviously!” She smiled, and Sans gave a quick nod. The woman looked behind you, seeming like she was concerned about something, but she noticed her tourists were starting to wander and quickly ran after them. “Oh! Please keep together! Follow me now please!”

As the woman walked away you became aware of how tightly Gaster was holding onto your shoulder. You glanced back and had to suppress your jump. Gaster was absolutely seething right now. So much so, you could practically feel the anger radiating from him. …Where those bubbles in his suit?

“Are you okay?” You whispered, snapping Gaster back to reality. His frown lessened and he looked down at you, but he still was looking like he was smelling something unpleasant despite not really having a nose.

“Just peachy.” He uttered, jerking his head towards the bus and pushing you gently. You took the hint and led the skeleton brothers to the doors. The bus driver flipped up his shades to glance at you, slight smile on his face

“Heading to the city?” He asked in a strangely accented voice. You couldn’t place it.

“Yes please.” You replied. He waved a hand at you and you quickly stepped up and moved down the aisles. Gaster and Sans were close behind, following you close to the back. You allowed Gaster the window seat, sitting in the middle while Sans took the inside. Before the three of you even sat down the bus was in motion again, turning and heading towards home.

The bus was fancier than you were used to, it even had a few small tvs on the ceiling. It looked like it was currently on a news show, four humans in suits and dresses sitting around a strangely shaped table talking to each other. The sound wasn’t playing, but you could see the small white words at the bottom of the screen come and go quickly.

Gaster took a loud breath, drawing your attention from the tv. His hands were in fists sitting on his knees, and he was wearing a permanent frown.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. His eyes were focused on the other humans on the bus sitting in front of you, most of them on their phone or reading a book. He glanced at you for a moment, adjusting his shoulders and taking another breath.

“Absolutely nothing.” He half muttered through clenched teeth, not quite selling what he was saying.

“No, something is up. What’s-” You started to ask, but you saw Sans shake his head out of the corner of his eye. You turned to him for an explanation.

“Big G probably isn’t used to the thought of not slaughtering humans,” Sans rolled his eyelights as if what he said was a casual conversation piece. “Isn’t he?” He added sarcastically, leaning forward to look at Gaster.

Gaster’s fingers tapped on his knees rapidly for a moment, jaw adjusting ever so slightly. He looked indecisive on how to respond to that. ”I am sure you would be less comfortable in this situation, had you been raised as I had been.” He said carefully, eyes focusing past you. “Though perhaps I have the right idea about a few of them.” He jerked his chin in the direction he was looking, and you turned to see the news still on the tv. A picture of Mettaton was beside one of the men talking, followed by a heavily pixelated video.

Two girls looked to be taking a selfie in the streets of downtown at night, laughing and saying something excitedly before turning the camera around, showing Mettaton a bit ahead of them surrounded by fans. There was a flash of light and the camera shook as the crowd reacted to something, followed by another flash. One of the fans collapsed onto the ground, the rest scattered as masked men came out of nowhere, grabbing Mettaton. The rest of the video was a blurry mess as the camera owner seemed to run away from the chaos.

The camera changed back to the man and the image of Mettaton, white words appearing under him.

[This was the scene of last night, after Metatton’s daily show. Three fans were seriously injured and police have yet to locate where the TV star Mettaton might be located. Please call the number on screen if you know any more information-]

You had your hands pressed to your mouth, shocked at what happened. Sans didn’t give you the details- he might not have known himself, but you didn’t know it happened right off of the street. Sans shook his head and clenched a fist.

“I… don’t know what we can do,” he looked at you. “We know it was HP, but the weed wrecked the only bar that publicly supported HP members.” Sans glared at Flowey, who looked away.

“You think it’s revenge for wrecking that guy’s face?” You asked, painful memories sparking back to life of an alternate universe where you and Sans died at the anger of the leader.

“He’s probably using that as an excuse, yeah.” Sans thought a bit before mumbling. “Even if we find where Metatton is, it’s not like we can march in there and ask him nicely to be released. There isn’t any way for this to go down without dust being spilled…”

“We’ll figure something out.” You said, but you weren’t entirely sure if you believed yourself.

The bus ride was long, though eventually you found yourself being shaken awake.

“Our stop.” Sans whispered, gently shaking you off his shoulder. You quickly sit up and grab one of the bags, following Sans off of the bus. Before you even had the chance to look around to see where you were, long bony arms wrapped around you and lifted you up, squeezing tightly.

“HUMAN!!!” Papyrus yelled as he spun around, effectively making you quite dizzy.

“Papyrus!” You tried to imitate his volume, letting yourself be a ragdoll in his arms until he set you down. You took a moment to keep your balance, and looked him over. “How are you doing buddy?” You asked, seeing he was wearing casual clothes, rather than his battle armor.

“Physically I am doing quite well. Emotionally I am very much scared for Mettaton’s life. So you know. That.” He awkwardly said, not entirely sure what else he was supposed to say in this kind of situation. You nod, relieved that he was still Papyrus even with all of the stress, if a bit more sobering. “Who is your new friend?”

You turned to see who Papyrus was referring to, seeing Gaster. Gaster’s mouth opened slightly, and a hint of disappointment made its way to his eyes. “Just… a friend.” He said quietly, keeping his distance from everyone.

“Well all help is appreciated,” Alphy’s voice startled you, and you saw her and Undyne close to the bus stop as well. “We’ve been looking for leads all morning, but we think we might have just found one.” She was nerviously knotting her hands together, as usual.

“Yeah? What is it?” Sans asked, interested in why they didn’t update him sooner.

“Probably best if you see it yourself.” Undyne said, motioning everyone down the sidewalk. The six of you walked for awhile, and you recognized you were pretty close to home. In fact, you guys were heading in that direction.

After a little while of walking, you saw why.

Your apartment was absolutely trashed.

#sans days #sans x reader #gaster #self insert #reader insert #I cant believe I finally got another chapter out #I hope you enjoy #please let me know if there are any flaws #and what you think of it!#the next chapters are gonna be tough lol

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askmicrowaveayem · 7 years

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MAYEM: The Crossing Pt. 13

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[Archive] [Cast]

The machine jumped and landed with a very calm thud. The sound of landing on tile. Just like before Goop looked at Kid before reaching for the door and opening it up.

They were in a white lab room, a number of eyes staring at them mere feet away.

A Gaster stood among a number of other monsters, their black robe more like a dress and flaring at the sleeves and bottom. They weren’t a skeleton, but a bipedal white monster of some kind. Not really a slime either by the looks of things, their face free of scars even if their hands had jagged scars in the center of the palms.

Kid stood on his toes to fucking see over top of Goop for once.

He quickly shrunk back down.

“...you know. For all the times we’ve bothered people, I’m almost surprised this hasn’t happened more often.”

He’d be okay turning right around and trying again, haha. How had Goop ever talked to him when they first met?

“Uh.” Goop mumbled, glancing back at Kid.

“Well this is interesting.” The Gaster of this world said, their voice distinctly feminine. She straightened up a little, roughly as tall as Goop, and started to walk over to them, her figure almost able to pass for female as well for a bipedal, humanoid monster.

Kid gripped onto Goop’s arm, hoping to steady his friend and move him a little so they’d at least both be facing the… everything on the other side, instead of Goop just standing there helpless.

Goop stepped a little to the side so Kid would at least share half of this whole mess.

The other Gaster looked up at them mere inches away, her hands pressing against one another. She stared at Goop, then at Kid, then back and forth before smiling. “I don’t remember building a machine to bring me attractive monsters, but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.”

One of the scientists behind her, a cat monster, just groaned and put their head in one of their hands.

Kid immediately put his hand up to cover where Goop’s ears would be.

“Please, no, he’s innocent.”

Gaster laughed and Goop just blinked and looked down at Kid. “... Did I really hear that right?”

“Ohh, dear you’re right.” Gaster smiled down at Kid. “He is innocent, isn’t he?”

Kid tried to pull Goop back inside the machine.

“Okay. Too much. We’re out. Goop, fix it.”

Goop stumbled back, just… so confused.

“How did you get here in the first place?” She asked, pointing at the machine. “What sort of device is this?”

“Doctor Gaster, shouldn’t we be more… cautious?” Another scientist asked, a snake-like monster with a large head and jagged teeth.

Kid gave up and just tried to push Goop behind himself.

He really wasn’t comfortable how much he had to stare up at this Gaster. How close she was to the machine.

...she’d just marched up to the machine.

“Uh,” he said, very eloquently. “Um, right, sorry--if we broke anything?--it… teleports and we don’t really choose where to land.”

“No, you didn’t break anything I don’t think.” Gaster said, peering around the room.

“Teleports? Teleports from where?”

Kid thought about how to answer for a long moment without blinking.

“Another dimension.”

Gaster blinked.

“... You don’t say.”

“... And why?” She asked, looking at the machine again.

“Uh,” Kid said again, “Searching for a globalcidal megalomaniac?”

He shrugged and smiled sheepishly.

Gaster tapped her chin and nodded. “Hm. Well, I don’t believe they’re here? What do they look like?”

“Uh,” he glanced at Goop, then back at Gaster. “...technically they’re an intangible spirit that possesses human hosts? So… their appearance can change and you can only really judge if they’re there or not based on the number of dust piles.”

She was taking this really well.

“Oh, no, nothing like that here.” Gaster waved a hand dismissively. Her followers had just sort of… sat around the table they had been stood by, as if this was a common thing with her getting distracted over something else. They did keep an eye on the machine though.

“Um, okay,” Kid said. “We… need to hang around for about three days. Is there… somewhere we can do that? Without bothering anyone?”

He elbowed Goop, hoping his double had started the scanner or would remember to soon.

Goop was very much starting the scanner, already shoving it into his chest behind him.

Gaster tapped her mouth. “... Well, your machine isn’t really obstructing anything and I wouldn’t mind learning more about it if you’re willing to chat, but we have a break room you can both stay in for the time being.”

“You’re gonna give them our break room?” One of the followers groaned.

“Oh shush.” She waved a hand at them.

“You don’t have to give us a break room,” Kid said quickly. “We’re fine in here.”

He was not about to alienate the scientists.

He’d had plenty of alienating scientists in his lifetime.

“Are you sure? We’ll be in and out of this room quite often.” Gaster said, blueprints and notes littering tables and whiteboards covered in calculations filling the room.

“...” Kid wasn’t sure how social he wanted to be.

“...if the machine’s not in the way we can close the door for a while? Or we can move it to the breakroom and you don’t have to feel like you can’t be in there?”

He didn’t really want to leave the machine alone.

...and he kind of got the feeling this would be a Gaster who would take it apart the moment it was left unsupervised.

Goop felt the same way, glad that Kid seemed to be thinking along a similar wavelength.

“I suppose that will be fine if you don’t want to leave it or go somewhere more comfortable.” Gaster said curiously, “Why do you need to stay for three days? Is there a reason?”

She was very curious about a lot of things and clearly not frightened by a pair of strange monsters suddenly appearing in her lab.

“It takes three days to be sure,” Kid said, and left it at that, hoping it was just enough information to not send her down inspecting everything.

She was definitely the sort who would want to take the scanner apart to see how it worked.

Not that they themselves were the best to have dimensional-traveling technology, but he was pretty sure having more Gasters doing it wouldn’t be good.

Gaster opened her mouth to say something more when a tiny, familiar voice spoke up from across the room, slightly hidden by pillows.

“mama?”

Her head turned to look at a tiny playpen nestled in the corner of the lab, obstructed by pillows with blankets draped over the sides to keep the view outside to a minimum. Sans was peering out at them, no older than two.

Whatever conversation she had been thinking of having was disregarded as she rushed over, leaning down to lift the tiny skeleton into her arms.

Kid stared, startled by the appearance of the child.

For some reason, he… hadn’t even considered the children being in this world, even though they’d been around in the last two. Was he really that off balanced?

Still, he relaxed a little bit, and looked at the tiny Sans, glancing back over to Goop.

Goop was peering out as soon as he heard the sound of his little boy’s voice, a voice that rarely changed much over the timelines.

Gaster lifted him up and cradled him against her, petting his head and whispering to him before she turned back towards her two guests, although this time she stayed at a distance.

“Is there anything you’ll need while you’re here? Food? Somewhere to rest?”

Kid was a lot calmer while she was at a distance. While Sans was around.

...it seemed all of them changed around their kids.

“No, thank you though. We’ll do our best to be unobtrusive.”

He smiled a little.

Gaster smiled and nodded. “Alright. Good. I have two children who stay here with me most of the time, so being quiet so they can sleep is good.”

She started to shuffle around the room, grabbing a box of crackers and pulling a few out for Sans with one hand while the other held him against her chest. The whole one corner of the lab seemed to be set up with the two boys in mind, blocked from noises and distractions as best as she could while still needing to work.

Kid nodded, feeling more and more comfortable as he saw their kids being taken care of. “Right, just let us know if we need to change anything.”

He glanced over at Goop to make sure he also saw the little one.

Goop had seen him, smiling faintly as he stood behind Kid and peered out of the machine.

“So I guess we’ll just close the door and try not to get in your way?” He asked, although was mostly looking down at Kid to see if that’s what they were planning to do. The Gaster sighed a little.

“If you really don’t want to leave it elsewhere I suppose?”

She sounded a little disappointed she wouldn’t get some time alone with their machine.

“...It seems the whole place is sort of full, uh..” Kid said, glancing between the two.

...he let his shoulders slump a little.

This was another Gaster. She had her Sans and Papyrus.

Whether she was just excited about science or already thinking up ways to use the machine to escape the barrier, that was something Kid knew well, and.. He felt a little bad, keeping it from her.

“What were you working on..?”

Gaster hesitated, but only for a moment. These two had offered some knowledge about their machine to her, so it was only fair that she do the same, was it not? She looked at the chalkboard in front of her, scribbled with calculations, a drawing of a soul, and a familiar-looking machine.

“We’re in the process of figuring out what makes humans as strong as they are.” She said, “Their power to persist even after death and to… do something that had to do with time. Although we haven’t quite figured out what exactly yet.”

Kid nodded a little, smiling faintly, recognizing that line of research.

“Good luck with it. Have you gotten far?”

He may have had the sort of voice that said he knew they would get far.

Goop stayed quiet. This sort of thing was Kid’s line of work, not his. What knowledge of souls he had obtained were either from his friend, or from what little he figured out on his own simply as a means to an end.

Gaster noticed that tone, a skeletal brow raising slightly. “I think we’ve managed to isolate the cause, but we’re still uncertain… is this something you have experience in?”

“...in an alternate universe, where things may be slightly different from here, so I’m not comfortable giving you specifics?” Kid said, looking sheepish again. “But yes. In a way, if that counts?”

Gaster didn’t hide her huff, although it was still in good spirits. She understood how it could be potentially harmful to her research if it were from a universe where… well, for starters, she was apparently a man.

“Fair enough.” She said after a moment, sighing. Sans had finished his crackers and was falling asleep against her chest again. “I suppose things must be rather different where you’re from seeing as how we’re… well…” Gaster gestured vaguely between them both, as if it spoke for itself. Then she leaned a little forward, grinning.

“At least we’re all dashingly good looking.”

Kid raised his hand slowly, like a child in class. “Actually, I’m kind of intimidated, and not very cute. Can I take a pass?”

“Oh nonsense.” Gaster scoffed, turning away so she could put her child back in the little pen to sleep.

“What’s there to be intimidated about?”

“I’m surrounded by incredibly good-looking people,” Kid said with a perfectly straight face.

“You don’t have to flatter me, Kid, we’re already married.” Goop said from behind him, face equally straight.

“Definitely wasn’t talking about you,” Kid said, “And we’re engaged. You haven’t even sent out invites, yet.”

Goop made a pained gasp and clutched at his chest. “And why is that my responsibility?”

Gaster laughed in disbelief, “You’re what?”

Kid pulled out the ring from where he usually managed to keep it in his hand (what little he could effectively hold inside himself) and showed it to this world’s Gaster.

“Taken. Sorry.”

Gaster approached them again just to get a better look at the ring.

She looked genuinely surprised. “... You’re really engaged to another version of yourself?”

She was trying very hard not to laugh and failing pretty miserably.

“Hey,” Kid said, letting her get a good look but keeping a firm hold, “Let’s be fair: no one else can stand us. Also, he’s a narcissist.”

Goop nodded very seriously behind Kid and Gaster’s eyes looked between them.

She couldn’t hold it in anymore and laughed, but quickly quieted herself and looked back at the crib in the corner of the room.

Kid realized his mistake a moment later and winced, also glancing to see if they’d woken the children up. “Oh--sorry.”

Then, he asked without thinking, “Do you have Pap yet?”

If her laughter hadn’t stopped completely before, it certainly stopped at mention of Papyrus.

She hadn’t told them the names of her kids, and Pap was still sleeping soundly hidden behind the blankets.

“I-... Yes…”

…

“Do you both have sons too?”

Kid cringed a little, realizing that as well, but he still looked up at her and nodded hesitantly.

“Uh, yes.” then a moment later, “Sorry?”

“No, it’s fine. I was just… startled.” Gaster said, a lot more subdued when it came to discussing their children.

“Sans and Papyrus?”

Kid nodded.

He glanced back at Goop.

“...should we show photos…?”

Goop looked down at him, “That’s up to her.” He said, shifting his gaze. “Our Sans and Papyrus are both adults.”

It would be like looking into the future.

Gaster took a while to consider this. “... Do they grow up well?”

Kid nodded.

“Yeah. They’re the best.”

Goop nodded in agreement and Gaster smiled.

“... Okay. I don’t see the harm. I’m sure there will be differences anyway.”

Kid grinned a little back, and a moment or two later, emerged with Goop again, a pair of photos between them.

Both their sets of Sans and Papyru. Smiling and at ease in front of their homes.

Gaster smiled and took them, looking them both over.

She was quiet for a few long moments, just taking in the sight of Sans and Papyrus. There were slight differences in their faces, in how they carried themselves, one Sans with a scar above his eye.

After a moment she spoke, looking up at them again. “The surface and… is this Snowdin?” She asked, handing the photos back.

Kid nodded. “...my boys liked it there,” he said, taking his pictures back.

“Have you both made it out then?” Gaster asked, misunderstanding Kid’s words and just assuming that his own sons had decided to stay underground for whatever reason.

Kid shook his head. “No,” and placed the photo back in the machine, just inside the door.

He… didn’t mention that he didn’t really want them to reach the surface.

That never really seemed to go over well.

“Oh, sorry. Just the one then.” She said, looking at Goop, who nodded.

“Not as great as you might think.” Goop said, as though reading Kid’s mind.

“The underground’s nice,” Kid said softly, grateful for the support.

Gaster seemed to disagree a little judging by her expression, but that was quite understandable.

“... Can I ask why you prefer the underground?”

“...we have what we need, in mine,” he said after a moment, “...and the fewer humans who know about us, the less chances of another war that we’ll lose.”

Goop didn’t comment this time or even nod. His reasons for preferring the underground were far more personal. Gaster took his silence to heart all the same.

“I see…” She said, hands folding in front of her. “Human monster relations still not that great, eh?”

“...well, we haven’t had any for a few thousand years, so, yes, things are a bit rocky.”

That was definitely not a pun about being separated by several hundred feet of rock.

Gaster turned to look at Goop, because surely they had some relations being on the surface.

Goop hesitated. He… honestly didn’t keep up with it. He hated hearing about humans, but he knew enough about it from his kids making comments.

“Things are tense.”

Kid hesitated.

“...let’s all talk about something nicer. Are you planning on making a time machine? Please don’t do it, they malfunction badly, and also give your kids hugs for us.”

She smiled a little at that. “I will.”

“But… a time machine?” Gaster pointed to the machine behind them. “I don’t see why I would, no. Other than curiosity.”

“Stifle the curiosity; transdimensional machines work better than time machines,” he said. “It’s fucking ridiculous, but also a safety hazard to everyone in the lab.”

He nodded towards the kids’ basket.

“Really.”

Gaster looked back at the crib and watched it for a few long moments before she nodded, looking back at them. Her voice was much more subdued when she said, “Right.”

It seemed for all of them their children came first.

If that was what it took to remove one possible void experience, it was worth it.

Kid nodded again.

“Yeah… okay. We’ll… let you get back to what you were doing, then. Your assistants look irritated.”

Gaster looked at her assistants, all looking bored and… yep, irritated.

She looked a little ashamed, but only for a second before her usual expression came back and she walked over to them. “Pish posh, what’s that look about? Go on, get back to work.” Gaster said, waving a hand at her employees, who all grumbled and did just that.

“You make a girl feel guilty about having a nice conversation with herself from another dimension, stop that.” She jabbed one in particular with a finger.

Kid let out a breath, stepped back into the machine, and closed the door.

Well.

That was that, he guessed, sliding down to the floor and letting out a breath.

At least it wasn’t as hectic as some of the last few worlds had been.

Goop inhaled too, watching his double slide to the ground before joining him shortly after. They were going to be nice and quiet, if not for Gaster’s sake then her kids.

‘Seems like an okay world.’ He signed to Kid.

Kid nodded, settled down beside Goop.

“Yeah. ...seems like when the kids are babies, the worlds are all pretty nice.”

He managed a little smile. “These two seem to have a better start than ours at least.”

Kid nodded, smiling a little too.

“They’ll know they’re cared for.”

That could probably make all the difference. Right?

Goop nodded, although his smile fell a little then.

He… hoped this Gaster made it without getting stuck in the void, or at the very least, was around for most of her kid’s lives.

Kid watched his smile fall, hesitating and losing his own as well.

“...you okay..?”

“Just worrying. I’ll be fine.” Goop said.

“If you’re sure…” Kid said, and fell silent again.

...things weren’t as strained as they had been. He and Goop had joked around some. They’d had some time pass between them. They moved along. But…

But lately, it was still harder to talk to Goop than it had once been. It was hard to talk without worrying about scaring him, or making him upset again, and… Goop had every right to be upset with him, after hiding the true level of his LV from him, and after shouting at him all those days ago about possessing Sans, but--

...

But he was starting to wish he’d never cared at all.

…

When he was alive, really alive, he didn’t think he’d have cared about yelling at Goop. He’d have just plowed on ahead, left everything behind and continued on with his life, striving for his goals and not caring what was in his way.

Now, he’d died and come back and he was something else, and he was something much more dangerous and he had to be less angry, and he couldn’t go blaze a path through his world because it wasn’t his world anymore.

It was his kids’ world. Their friends’ world. But not his. Not Gaster’s, anymore.

...He didn’t think he even was that Gaster, anymore.

Now he was just ‘Kid.’

…

Just Kid, with one friend, who’d maybe done things that hurt that friendship too much for it to ever go back to what it once was.

He just wished he knew how to bring it up.

He wished he knew how to move it forward.

...all the knowledge of the universe crammed in his head, and he could never find the things he wanted to.

It wasn’t as strained, but it wasn’t what it used to be.

Maybe it would never be like that again.

It was a scary thought that Goop tried very hard not to entertain. Much like Kid, Goop didn’t really feel like ‘Gaster’ anymore.

He was Goop. He was dad. He had one friend and two amazing kids, but… that was it, really. Goop didn’t have things most took for granted; a world that you could call your own, a past, a life. He didn’t have those things anymore.

His original timeline was gone. His past only existed in his memories and the tiny fragmented dimensions that replayed them over again that weren’t really him but they weren’t not him either. Even his life, his very existence was in question sometimes. Sometimes it was hard to really think he was living at all.

Everything felt so far away.

…

The truth was, Goop was very scared of losing Kid. Kid was all he had now, because even if he did have his kids they had their own life, they had their own world, and he wasn’t really a part of it.

But he didn’t blame Kid for how he acted, after confessing to him his deepest, darkest secret. It was understandable to hate him.

He really was a bad Gaster.

A bad Gaster in a good Gaster’s clothing.

They sat there, side by side on the floor, saying nothing for a long while.

...sometimes it was hard to start a conversation.

It wasn’t necessarily an uncomfortable silence, but it was… strange.

For them.

…

“Neither of us are going to know what flavor wedding cake to get.”

He said it with the most forlorn voice imaginable.

“Fuck,” Kid said, blank faced. “Let’s just get a plastic cake that looks really cool so we can put it in here as a decoration.”

Goop pondered this.

“The kids wouldn’t like that. Well. Sans would. Papyrus wouldn’t like that.”

He paused, eye widening a little.

“Oh god he would make it.”

Kid blinked.

…

“...well. I guess it won’t have to be plastic after all. We just laminate it and tell them we’re keeping it as a reminder of its beauty and their love.”

It would, of course, be a collaboration between their Papyru.

“We should get our Sanses to do the invitations. Though people might not take them seriously. That might be the best way to do it, though. Antisocial wedding.”

His mother would’ve been horrified.

His would have too.

“That’s a good idea. No one will take our Sanses seriously and with our luck the Papyru will laminate the cake somehow without us even needing to.” Goop said.

It was nice to not talk about their problems.

Kid nodded.

“They’re the perfect wedding planners.”

Though if Alphys perfected that can-sense-and-touch machine and decided to give it as a wedding present, they wouldn’t have any real cake to give Gaster. Though maybe it was fitting that he’d eat his son’s cooking first thing… but Kid really didn’t want to scare him with Papyrus’ cooking, first thing.

“Yep. Perfect.” Goop nodded.

Kid nodded too, then huffed.

“...so what Gasters do we invite?”

“Voidkid.” Goop answered instantly.

Said no one else.

“I thought he was our ringbearer?” Kid asked. “Or was that conversation in my head?”

“Oh shit, was he?” Goop blinked and then thought aloud.

“Hm… that gay couple?”

They wouldn’t come.

“That might be nice,” he said. “Maybe they can give us some pointers?”

He could really use pointers, right about now.

“Probably.” Goop said, oblivious to how much Kid wanted to talk about their issues right now. It was usually the other way around for them.

…

“Oh!” He grinned and looked at Kid. “The one who lived in the cave!”

Kid’s eyes widened a bit.

“Oh! Yeah! He’d probably like some festivites! Maybe we can borrow his cave, actually…?”

#mayem #the crossing #undertale #RP log #goop #kid #momster

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