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mysterion-the-ghost · 3 years

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Gallowstale chapter eleven

Mk's pov

I turn around to see a group of people walk towards me at first; then they started running towards I don't really know why.

-a few minutes before the group spotted him-

Sans' pov

We were finally going on a supply run as we just ran out of food supplies. Frisk and Flowey were play fighting as we all walked while Paps kept an eye on the two being in the back of the group just in case of a surprise attack. I sighed and stick by Chara as they silently chuckle at their siblings.

“Are they always like this?” I asked them and received a nod from them as they had a smile; they seemed to be used to the play fighting and oddly found it just as amusing as I did.

Undyne seemed a little annoyed by it, though, as she turns to scold the two to quit horse playing around and keep their focus at hand; otherwise, the two would be left behind. Though it sounded like a threat, it was an empty one…...knowing Undyne; she had a strict rule that no one was left behind, but she would pick up the pace if the two didn't hurry up.

The two groaned, but they stopped play fighting as we near another small town…..and let me tell ya, it was a ghost town like there wasn't as much carnage as we usually see. I mean, it was probably because not many people lived there, to begin with, but at the same time, there were enough houses for a good amount for a small-town population, so maybe we'll see survivors soon then.

As we were about to walk into the store, I noticed a loud sobbing sound, and the others must have heard it too because they also stopped walking after I did. “Did you guys hear that sobbing noise?” the flower asked, looking at us, and we nodded.

“Let's go check it out! Maybe someone is hurt!” my brother suggested having a sorrowful look as he fidgets with his medical bag that was slung over his shoulder.

Undyne and I hesitate because last time we checked a noise like that, we were ambushed, and I don't look forward to that again. “I don't know, Paps, we might get ambushed….” I finally said after a moment, and Undyne actually agreed with me on this.

Paps sighed softly and looked upset. “But what if we don't? Then that poor soul will be killed if we just ignore it….” he says, being serious as he stares at me.

I sighed because this was also true, so I look at Undyne to see what she thinks about it before she gave in. “Fine, we'll go check it out…” she groans as rolled her eyes at the grateful Papyrus.

The group then went towards the sobbing sound. As we got closer, the sobbing got clearer. It was a kid about maybe eight or nine who was sobbing for his mom to wake up. That's when we saw a small child nudging his mom, trying to wake her, but she wasn't moving, and she looked like she was dusting slowly, but I don't think the kid noticed it.

The others looked bothered by this, mostly Chara. Their expression looked to be in deep thought as if they remembered something. They were probably thinking about their parents.

“Yo, kid!” Frisk shouts, being the first to speak as they moved ahead of us to get closer to the kid. The kid had paused his sobbing to turn to us confused.

The rest of us started walking towards him before catching a glimpse of those ink creatures coming behind the kid, and we started running, trying to get to the kid in time.

The kid noticed us running and froze before looking behind him. At seeing the creatures, he went utterly stiff in fear.

No one's pov

The group continues to rush to Mk as the creatures try to get there before them. Undyne yells at the others to form a circle around the kid as the group gets closer to the kid. As the group form, a circle around Mk, the creatures got closer, and the group, already knowing how to kill these things, started fighting the creatures protecting the kid.

Frisk uses their magic to make more weapons using a spiked bat to bash some of the creatures in the head-smashing their brains inward before the creature dusted quickly. Chara uses their pistols and their magic to make knives as they shoot some creatures while throwing knives at others. Their knives would go through the creatures' limbs, stomachs, and chests before going through the creatures' head, making them dust quicker than Frisk was dusting them.

More ink leaking zombie-like creatures come, and the group continues to fight for the kid who was frozen in fear as he watched the group fight and kill the evil creatures.

Sans used his magic to make bones come from the ground and go through the creatures splitting them in half. The sight of the creatures in half was disgusting as they had organs like humans, but their color was an odd greenish-yellow color meaning the organs were rotting away. If the group were close enough, they would see bugs and worms inside the creatures' bodies that are really disgusting, plus the weird ink like blood added to the horrid sight. Then the creatures would dust, some faster than others, but there were a few that dusted just as slow as Mk's mom.

Paps was using his gaster blasters as he saw it as a faster way to dust the creatures, though he was using a lot of his magic, so he sees why his brother chooses not to use the gaster blasters as much. He continues to use them, though, to handle most of the creatures.

Undyne was having a blast using her magic to make spears as she was, like Sans, splitting the creatures in half or, like Chara, she aiming at random spots before aiming at their head. She would laugh or grin every time she would dust the creatures.

The group continued to fight off the creatures till there were none left. The group looks around, still on guard as they take a breather from a long fight. The kid finally looked a little relieved and caught the breath he realized he needed.

Sans looks over the kid. “You….ok….kiddo?” he asked in between breaths, still concerned.

Mk slowly nodded and mumbled a thanks to the group. The group honestly felt bad for him since he just lost his mother and was still so young.

Undyne stares at the kid for a moment before she kneels down in front of him. “How about you come with us, little dude? We'll take care of ya, and we're just about to get supplies so you can grab whatever you want,” she said softly as she gently wiped his tears from his face.

Mk stares at her before looking at his mom. “What about mom? Can she come to?” he asked, looking back at Undyne. This made the group feel even more guilty as the kid was too naive to realize that his mother was dead, which was a sad sight to the group.

“She's in a better place, little man.” Flowey surprisingly said to the kid in a soft tone.

‘So he can be nice instead of an asshole..’ most of the group thought, having the expression of the neutral face of displeasure.

(The -_- expression for those who don't know what I'm talking about)

After the group convinces Mk to come with them, they all head to the town store and grab any and everything that they need/want.

After the group was satisfied with all they got, they headed back to the base with full inventories and their bags outside of inventories.

Mk was still a little down that he left his mom, but the group was pretty cool and so welcoming that he felt at ease that at least his mom was with his dad now.

-at the base-

The group put all the food supplies away, and every pantry, cabinet, and room in the fridge, including the freezer, was stocked for months of food so the group would be alright for a while.

Frisk, Chara, and Flowey went to decorate their rooms with the personal stuff they got from the store as the other three monsters stayed with Mk.

Undyne smiles at him. “Look, you can stay here as long as you like and do small chores, but you aren't going to leave here unless we move bases or in case of emergencies, ok?” she spoke softly as she looked at Mk, who nodded. “And you aren't going to train with us till you're at least 13,” she said, having this grandma vibe right now.

Mk groaned and didn't like the sound of that. “But I don't want to be stuck here all by myself! That's boring, plus you guys fought for me. It's only fair that I train with you guys!” he said, looking at her, and the skeleton brothers were surprised that the kid even wanted to train.

Undyne blinks at him, not expecting that response from the kid, and she sighs. “Alright, how about this? If you can prove that you can be here by yourself without being caught by those things, then we'll discuss the training, but for now, you wait, understand?” she spoke in a more deadpan as she and the kid stared at each other before the kid finally agreed to the terms.

Before Undyne takes Mk to a room, she hums. “What's your name, kid?” she suddenly asked, and the two were at the entrance to the hallway of rooms.

“Just call me Mk.” came Mk's soft response as the two started walking again.

-back to Alice's lab-

???'s pov

I was looking at the hit list my parents had, and I felt terrible because most of the people on the list had kids, and one of them was around my little brother's age.

“Suki suki?” came a small voice from behind me. Ah, speak of the devil there was my little brother probably here to visit me.

“Yes, Pan?” I asked softly though my voice was very soft and almost non-existent due to me screaming a lot during punishment or when my parents experiment on me.

Pan smiles and gently hugs me from the side. “Hi, I stole some pastries from the cupboard for you,” he said softly and was really sweet.

I smile a little. “You'll get in trouble,” I mumbled sadly at him. Pan just continues to smile at me as he looks up at me.

“I know, but it's worth it to see you smile, Itsuki,” Pan said, hugging me more. I grew flustered and softly hugged him back. He indeed was too precious for me.

“I love you; you know that, right?” I spoke softly as I gently kissed his head and hugged him more.

“Hehe, I know I know Suki,” Pan said softly before handing me a cookie. I gently took it and split it in half before we both had a piece of the cookie.

After we eat our sweets, I smile and kiss his head again. “Now go but upstairs before they see you, ok?” I spoke softly and smiled as he frowned, but he nodded as he wiped his face before leaving me alone in the lab.

After he left, I heard bigger footsteps and hurryingly put the hit list back where I found it, then went back to my "room" which is more like a small closet with jail cell bars as a door. I quickly slip in and lock the cell back before putting the chains back on my limbs as to not look suspicious.

My mother walks into the lab and pays me no mind as she gets her lab coat on before my father soon joins with another poor soul in handcuffs. The poor soul looked like they were some homeless person I heard them talk about. The poor soul looks at me for a moment before my father takes him to the experiment room. The poor soul didn't come back, and as far as I know, is probably dead...

#undertale au

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fnafredux-blog · 7 years

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Inverted Fate: My theory of how the genocide run will play out

Right! After about three hours, I’ve come up with a slightly convoluted theory of how I believe Inverted Fate’s genocide run will go. (Read the comic first at @invertedfate, as this will contain spoilers for it.)

First off, I think the “six major campaigns” in genocide will be (in order) Sans, Alphys/Undyne, Mettaton, Napstablook/Papyrus, Toriel, and Flowey.

Now, some of these (like Sans) are fairly obvious, but others, such as a combined Alphys/Undyne and Napstablook/Papyrus (and especially Napstablook, of all people) fight, might raise a few eyebrows. Patience, children, just read my theory and you’ll see.

Ruins

I don’t know how or why Frisk starts off genocide, although a post that I can’t be bothered to go back and cite implied that Flowey would push Frisk into doing it. Whichever. Moving on, Frisk kills monsters. So sad. Anyway, for the parts of it that happen in front of Asgore, he is either completely oblivious or passes it off as self-defense. Napstablook observes Frisk level-grinding and is horrified, and off-camera runs to Mettaton and tells him that there’s a human in the Ruins that is killing everything in sight. Naturally, Mettaton takes this information to Undyne, who immediately takes it to Toriel. She is skeptical, what with there being only one eyewitness, but gets parts of the Fort Aquarius guard to mobilize in Snowdin and notifies Alphys and Sans. Alphys’ paranoia leads her to put Waterfall on total lockdown, while Sans tells Papyrus to go to Waterfall to keep him safe and starts turning all the puzzles into death traps.

Frisk keeps going and killing everything. Nothing really changes from what originally went on in the Ruins up until Frisk arrives at Asgore’s home. Since Asgore is much less isolated from the monsters in the Ruins than Toriel was, he confronts Frisk outside his home, demanding to know the truth about whether they really killed anyone, and leaves himself open, giving Frisk one last chance.

It’s the last chance he’ll ever give them.

The hit Frisk lands on him takes his health down by about half and solidifies his determination to stop them from going any farther, all the while begging them to stop. He dies in about four or five hits, and Frisk raids his house for supplies before moving on.

Snowdin

Instead of a wacky skeleton, the entire K9 unit (and maybe a few reinforcements from Waterfall) confront Frisk at the bridge. While Sans told them that if they all work together they would be able to kill the human, the truth is that he just sent them as cannon fodder to stall the human long enough to evacuate Snowdin. (And Sans would do this for the greater good, don’t tell me he wouldn’t.) Using his scientific knowhow, Sans turns all of the puzzles, as well as Papyrus’ invisible-glass-thing, into death traps, and they are very dangerous, sometimes even instakilling Frisk. Frisk beats down any opposition they face along the way, possibly with Flowey’s help.

Papyrus disobeyed Sans’ orders and came back to Snowdin, hoping to turn the human back to the light with the power of friendship. He confronts Frisk at the entrance to Snowdin Town just as the evacuation is wrapping up and tells Frisk that he believes they can still be a good person, leaving himself completely open to attack. Like with Asgore, one hit takes down about half of his health, and he throws weak attacks at Frisk while continuing to try to turn them back to the light. Undyne taught him how to defend himself, and so he has a 3/4 chance of blocking an attack with a set of crossed bones which he summons. Just as Frisk is about to deal the final blow, Sans jumps in the way to take it for him. Blood leaking from his vest, he looks up… and smiles.

And this is when his golden armor, more precisely the ketchup inside of it, becomes a Chekhov’s Gun.

It was explicitly noted that there were ketchup packets hidden inside the golden armor. Now, Dorklet is a very smart person, and I don’t believe she would have included this unless it was going to have some future relevance to the plot. Considering how much she pays attention to details and integrates them into the storyline later, I doubt she would stick some ketchup in his armor just as a moment so everyone can laugh at what a goofball Sans is and how he doesn’t take his job seriously. About half of the fandom seems to think that Sans bleeding in genocide is just ketchup, and while I don’t know if this is Dorklet’s headcanon on the matter I do think that she might decide to borrow this idea.

Sans chucks aside his golden armor, which has a huge impact wound on it from the blow and is leaking ketchup from his secret stash inside of it, and tells Papyrus to run and warn everyone in Waterfall and Hotland that the human is here… and here’s where I can’t decide which outcome is more likely.

Either Papyrus stays behind to help Sans fight the human and try to appeal to their better nature the whole time (which would explain the large amount of Bonetrousle in One Shall Prevail) or he obeys Sans and flees for Undyne’s lab.

Regardless of which happens, Sans is killed after a long, drawn-out battle that’s about twice as difficult as his canon genocide battle and, if we’re going with the first outcome, Papyrus flees in shock to the one person whom he thinks will be able to set things right: Undyne.

Waterfall

The part of Waterfall before Aquarius is on total lockdown, with members of the Guard/mercenaries patrolling in teams of three or four, making “random encounters” extra hard and practically unavoidable. Dohj will probably put up a fight at the entrance to Fort Aquarius but die in five or so hits. Frisk rampages through Fort Aquarius without any help except for Flowey helping them climb across the walls. Alphys confronts Frisk as they try to leave Fort Aquarius, and although she puts up a decent fight, not holding anything back since she knows in her heart that this human will destroy everything, she ends up dying after about ten hits… or so we think. (Astute viewers would notice about a pixel’s width of HP left.) Alphys says that she told Undyne to continue the evacuation and to wall off New Home and make it impassable for the human. As she’s saying this, however, Undyne arrives, clearly out of breath. Alphys expresses shock that Undyne is here and is naturally quite confused. Undyne replies that she had to go get some “supplies” that might help the two of them to prevail against the human together, and she either reveals that she stole two of the human souls from the Queen or just gives herself and Alphys a shot of determination. Regardless, the combined Alphys/Undyne fight is one of the hardest in the comic simply because, well, it’s two warriors, both of whom are weebs raised on a steady diet of kickass anime battle scenes who either have a human soul each or a lot of determination. When they die, it’s together, and they confess their feelings to each other just before melting into two puddles of congealed dust in a very anime scene.

Hotland

Mettaton is waiting in Undyne’s lab and tells Frisk that when Undyne left he watched on the cameras, broadcasting their valiant fight to the refugees in a hope to bring up morale, but when they died the refugees panicked and fled. Being their shining star and presumably having received a huge ego boost from hanging around Undyne, he decides to broadcast his own fight to the death with the human to motivate his fans and unveils the Mettaton NEO analogue.

Off-screen, Napstablook watches the fight hopefully along with Papyrus, and the instant Metta dies, something happens.

With nobody left now, Napstablook has nothing to fight for and nothing to lose, and angrily vows to kill the human if it’s the last thing he does. Papyrus, on the other hand, thinks more practically and calls Toriel, telling her to absorb the human souls and warning that although Napstablook can’t die and he has been well trained in defensive maneuvers, he feels that Frisk will somehow find a way to kill both of them. At this point, he isn’t full-fledged Disbelief!Papyrus, as he still feels that there is some good in the human, but he’s ready to kill them if it’s necessary to stop anyone else from getting hurt.

Napstablook and Papyrus agree to ambush the human, with Papyrus acting as a distraction and trying to get them to see the light one last time, and after a few minutes Napstablook attacks them from behind, spewing bullets every which way out of his eyes. Papyrus isn’t holding anything back and uses blue mode, bones, platforms, Gaster blasters, etc., and since Napstablook can’t die and Papyrus blocks every hit it’s the hardest battle yet.

Since neither of them can be hurt, what Frisk needs to do to beat them is focus on Napstablook instead of Papyrus. I can see two ways that they kill the ghost: either they use ACT and keep making depressing comments to Napstablook until his depression reaches the point where he starts actually dealing damage to himself from his sadness (and we know he can lower his HP manually, although this time it’s for a different reason), or they pull a John A. Pence (see @anomalycycle) and land a precise hit on his SOUL, shattering it. With his ally who wasn’t supposed to be able to die gone and having been worn down extensively by his attacks/blocking, Papyrus is starting to get tired and blocks less and less until he finally is killed.

Nothing is left in Hotland or the CORE asides from a few random grinding sprees until the elevator to the capital.

The end

Frisk uses the elevator and arrives at the Queen’s castle, only to discover to their horror that she has absorbed the human souls and has become a goddess. If Undyne stole human souls earlier, they survived and returned to the Queen. This is the final battle, the hardest one of all, where two hits results in death and once Frisk dies, with Toriel having more determination at this point, it’s permanent. My headcanon has always been that you can’t reset to before the point where you gained a large amount of determination, but it doesn’t seem to be a very widely spread one and so maybe Toriel does reset everything back to the beginning. And in the new timeline, she isn’t taking any chances, and deals out one human soul apiece to herself, Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, and Mettaton, and the six of them go to the Ruins to kill Frisk before they can even start genocide.

On the other hand, if Frisk does kill Toriel on the first time, Flowey finally realizes the monster he’s created and desperately tries to set things right again. The six souls escape unscathed, and Flowey absorbs them along with Toriel’s soul. (Maybe he also took Asgore’s soul back in the Ruins when Frisk wasn’t looking. Who knows?) Anyway, Flowey Is the final boss and about as difficult as Toriel, but he will reload after each death just to kill Frisk again, which will eventually lead to his downfall.

After Flowey is killed, Chara shows up; however, since they remember the previous pacifist run they’ve been driven completely insane by the genocide run and go berserk, screaming and raging about why humans have to be so evil before destroying the timeline and taking Frisk’s soul without giving them a chance, then resetting to try again and hopefully make the next timeline a better one.

That about wraps it up. I hope everyone enjoyed this theory (I know I enjoyed writing/overthinking it). Although I don’t expect every single part of this to be a 100% accurate summary of what IF’s genocide run will be like, I’d like to hope I got at least some things right. Of course, we won’t know for certain until neutral and pacifist are over and genocide begins, but it’s fun to speculate.

Until next time!

#invertedfate #inverted fate #inverted fate genocide run #inverted fate genocide theory #fnafredux overthinks things

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diamondsareapearlsbestfriend · 7 years

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Sans/Toriel 30 Day OTP Challenge: Day Six

day six: new to the family

prompt: “Each member of your OTP meeting the other’s family for the first time. Does each family approve of the one dating the other? What sorts of shenanigans do they get into?”

"So...finally meeting the family, huh? Seems like things are getting pretty serious between you guys, am I right?"

"...Kid." Sans couldn't help but be amused, if a little puzzled, by Frisk's 'so what exactly are your intentions with my mother' routine as they smirked across the sofa at him. "We've known each other for how long now? Unless I'm missing something here, I feel like maybe that ship's sailed."

"I'm not talking about me." They were definitely up to something, a worryingly familiar determined glint in their eye as they turned to Toriel, tugging on her sleeve as she sat with her hands folded in her lap. "There's someone else we thought should join us for a nice family dinner tonight. Right, Mom?"

"Ah...in a sense, I suppose, yes." Toriel seemed much more reluctant, only offering Sans an apologetic smile when he looked to her for an explanation. "Dear, are you quite sure this is a good idea? He does tend to be rather...how should I put this..."

"Mom, don't worry," Frisk assured her, patting her hand. "I feel like we've been making real progress on the whole, um...attitude problem. Anyway, he's got to find out about you guys sometime, right?"

"I suppose, but..."

"We'll be right down!"

Frisk scurried eagerly off upstairs before she could object any further, and Toriel sighed before turning back to Sans, placing a hand gently on his patella. "Sans, I...do apologise in advance for this evening. I did hope we might be able to enjoy a nice, peaceful dinner, but you know how Frisk can be..."

Well, that wasn't ominous at all, but he smiled back anyway to reassure her, linking their fingers together. "Tori, don't sweat it. How bad can it really –"

"Hey, watch the stem!" A disturbingly familiar squeaky voice pierced the air, interrupting him as they both turned towards the stairs. "Why are we doing this? You know I don't actually need to eat – there's this thing called photosynthesis? That's pretty basic science, Frisk – golly, don't they teach you anything in school? Your mom must be so..."

The contents of the offending flower pot wisely fell silent as he met Toriel's steely gaze, a stark contrast with Frisk's determinedly cheerful smile as they reached the bottom of the stairs and placed the pot carefully on the coffee table.

"Sans, Flowey – you guys, um, remember each other, don't you?"

"How could I forget?" Sans gritted his teeth, hoping his resting smile masked his instinctive unease as he met the flower's belligerently unimpressed stare – he could still feel the vines tightening around him, scratchy and suffocating, remember looking over at Papyrus, at everyone helplessly ensnared around him and only thinking, as the energy drained out of his soul, that he'd seriously screwed up this time..."Hey, buddy. Steal any good souls lately?"

Flowey ignored him entirely, turning his head indignantly back towards Frisk. "Is this some 'cruel and unusual punishment' kinda thing? 'Cause if so, I'm actually..." His eyes widened to comical proportions as the proverbial penny dropped, darting from Frisk to Sans to Toriel and back again. "Wait, is this a – no. No way. You're dating him?!" He dissolved into hysterical, high-pitched giggles, doubling over at the stem. "That's too rich! M – Toriel, I know you're getting a little over the hill, but gosh – even you must be able to find someone better than some...bag of bones?"

Frisk winced; Sans just smirked, because honestly it was kind of cute if Flowey thought that was going to get to him, like he didn't already know he was punching way above his weight with Toriel.

"Heh – little harsh, but you're not entirely –"

"Actually, I think you'll find you are very much mistaken," Toriel cut him off, her voice sharp and cool as a knife, but Sans could tell from the pink spots rising on her pristine white cheeks that she was pissed, unforgiving eyes trained on Flowey like a laser, "for there is, in fact, no one – nobody I would sooner be with, tonight or any other."

Flowey gulped, wilting back against his pot despite himself, and it was probably one of the most satisfying moments of any timeline, especially when Sans caught Toriel's eye and her mouth twitched at their old corny joke. "Anyway," she continued pleasantly, the fire fizzling out almost as soon as it had appeared as she smoothed down her dress, "I had better get started on dinner. You three..." She narrowed her eyes, a watchful, teacher's gaze over Sans, Frisk and Flowey in turn. "Do try and play nicely, won't you?"

"He's not...always like this," Frisk spoke up after their mother had returned to the kitchen, shuffling their feet guiltily while shooting Flowey a reproachful look. "Sometimes he's nice. Well, kinda. To me, anyway."

"I tolerate you," Flowey corrected them, rolling his beady little eyes. "There's a difference."

Sans glanced longingly back at the closed door, tempted to make an excuse about helping Toriel with dinner, but Frisk was looking increasingly uncomfortable, fidgeting in the silence that followed, and he couldn't help feeling for the kid – they really wanted him and Flowey to be friends, and even if Sans had a pretty good idea of how that was going to work out, he figured he owed it to them to at least try and be nice to the little weed.

"Well, hey, that's progress, right?" he offered. "Good job, buddy. Sounds like you're really...turning over a new leaf."

At least that got a smile out of Frisk, who stifled a giggle behind their hand as Flowey let out a loud groan, drooping dramatically over the edge of his pot.

"Oh, sure, you're real funny bones. Never heard that one before. You know, if you insist on hanging around, the least you could've done is brought your brother along. Now he's much more fun."

Sans frowned, instantly not liking where this was going. "You know my brother?"

Flowey nodded, suddenly lighting up with a sunny smile Sans didn't trust one bit. "Oh boy, we go way back! We had some entertaining little chats back in the day – golly, that one was gullible. He believed anything any old flower told him. Hey, Sans, here's a fun puzzle – how many times do you think I could've killed him? Because, let me tell you, he sure couldn't have made it any easier for me. Seriously – what kind of Royal Guard member leaves himself open and vulnerable to a strange flower like that? When you think about it, I was doing you all a favour when I –"

"But all that was in the past!" Frisk interrupted, desperately lunging forward and clamping both hands across Flowey's mouth before he could finish. "And now you wouldn't ever...new leaf, remember? That whole murdery phase is over – that's what you told me, remember, Flowey? Right...?"

Sans saw their face twist in concern as it faded away, edges bleeding away to black before his eyes as he clenched his fist, struggling to block out the images – he'd tried his hardest to forget those timelines, but sometimes he still got flashes; dust scattering in the wind, bright red scarf garish as blood in the snow as it slipped through his fingers, grabbing for whatever was left; a retreating shadow, sometimes, but he never saw a face. He didn't want to give Flowey the satisfaction, but he could already feel it burning in his soul, white hot rage like nothing he'd felt in a long time, blazing through his bones and creeping up through his socket until Frisk and his surroundings all faded and there was only Flowey, illuminated in a cold blue glow as he took a step forward off the couch.

"Listen. You better stay away from Papyrus, or..."

"Oooh, or what? Let me guess – you're going to kill me?" Flowey's smile grew increasingly menacing, mouth stretching into a grotesque grimace as he wriggled free of Frisk's grip and leaned forward, stem stretching out until he was right up in Sans' space, eyes glittering with malice. "And what will your precious Toriel think of that, when she finds out you're just like all the others?" Suddenly, his face shifted, flickering like a TV set into an unsettlingly accurate imitation of Toriel's, her white fur and big, sorrowful eyes gazing out. "Oh, Sans, how could you? To think, I truly thought I could trust you – that I could love you – but now I see how foolish I was –"

"You guys, cut it out!" Suddenly, Frisk's voice cut through the darkness as they pushed their way between them, forcing them apart so that Sans stumbled and collapsed back onto the sofa, his vision fading back to normal in time to see Flowey shrinking back into his pot. "Just...stop with all the creepy face stuff, okay? Both of you," they added sternly, turning back towards Sans; he lifted a hand to his cheekbone and saw the magic still pulsating there, rising to the surface instinctively even though he wasn't intending to do anything with it. He shook his skull to let it settle, but as his vision cleared all he could see was the disappointment in Frisk's eyes. "You know, I really thought maybe we were..." They shook their head, silence hanging heavy in the atmosphere between the three of them as they turned away, back towards the door. "Forget it. I'm going to go help Mom with dinner."

"Kid, wait –"

But they were gone before Sans had a chance to defend himself, and he let out a sigh, glancing out of the corner of his socket at Flowey.

"That wasn't very nice, y'know."

"Your face isn't very nice," Flowey replied sulkily; Sans let out a quiet snort of laughter, tempted to come back with something even more childish, but then he remembered the look on Frisk's face, and yeah, that didn't feel too great. It looked like it was up to him to be the responsible one this time, which, welp – this was gonna be interesting.

"I don't care what you think about me," he continued, seriously, "but Frisk really wants us to be friends – yeah, I know, but would it kill you to at least try to pretend to play nice for a while? You know, it might not be so bad."

"Frisk wants everyone to be friends." Flowey laughed bitterly, the words dripping with derision. "That's their thing, right? That's why they had to drag me all the way up here, instead of killing me when they had the chance. I mean, gosh – I came so close to destroying everything in the Underground, and now they want to let me loose on the surface? They'd really risk your happy ending for some...idiotic hero complex, 'cause they just had to prove they could save everyone?" His squeaky voice rose with frustration as he cocked his head to one side, widening his eyes in fake concern. "Well, gee – when you put it like that, sounds pretty messed up. Don't you think, buddy?"

"Sure. I get that." Sans glanced back at the closed door to the kitchen before lowering his voice, leaning forward to rest his humerus on his patellas. "But what I'm wondering is, if you hate it here so much...why didn't you reset?"

In an instant, Flowey's theatrical shock shifted into the real deal, his stem stiffening in indignation. "You – how'd you know about –"

"Did some research," Sans replied with a shrug, as Flowey squinted suspiciously at him before breaking out into a smirk.

"Golly, isn't today just full of surprises! Alright, I admit it – that's a new one. I guess maybe I didn't explore every single possibility, after all." Flowey leaned forward again, vines creeping out of the bottom of his pot to anchor him in place as he sprouted two leaves and rested his head on them, mimicking Sans' pose. "Well...who says I'm not thinking about it, hmm?" His eyes grew bigger and blacker, voice becoming more distorted like he was speaking through static. "Maybe I'm just biding my time...waiting 'til you all think you're finally safe, free from the nightmares of the past. I could do it, you know. Anytime I wanted, I can turn it all back. Any...moment..."

Flowey kept inching forward, grinning into Sans' unblinking sockets like they were locked in a staring contest – until finally he couldn't hold it in any more and started to laugh, soft snickers turning to full-blown guffaws as Flowey jerked back in surprise.

"Whoa, dude, that's intense," he eventually managed to get out. "A+ for effort, gotta give you that, but – pfffft – you thought we were safe up here? Buddy, lemme tell you, I don't even remember being safe from all of this. You. Frisk. The others...heh, that's a good one.” Sans' laughter slowly petered out as he counted them off on his fingers. “There's a lot we didn't figure out, but we knew we were never safe – so hate to break it to ya, but you're really nothing new.”

"What...?" Flowey's nightmare face slowly faded away into something almost inadvertently adorable as he shook his petals, tilting his head in confusion. "And you're saying that doesn't...scare you? Hanging out with the kid who has the power to take everything from you – from Papyrus, from Toriel? Everything you've all worked so hard for and suffered so much, and knowing you could still end up right back where you started? Not even a little bit?"

"Nah," Sans shrugged, leaning back and kicking his feet up on the sofa. "Not any more. You wanna know why?"

"Why should I care about your idiotic –"

"I trust Frisk," he continued anyway. "They wouldn't do it, not now. I know it's not their first time – maybe they didn't always get it perfect, heh, who does? But they're a good kid, and I...believe in them." Sans felt a warmth growing deep in his chest – in his soul – and he never realised just how good it felt to be able to say that – to feel it. "Sure, they could reset any time – hell if there's anything I can do about it. All I know is, I spent a long time not trusting, not believing in anyone, and sometimes...sometimes you just gotta appreciate what you have, you know? If I didn't let myself trust Frisk, that they'd come through and do the right thing in the end – even for those who, some would say, really didn't deserve it – we wouldn't have any of this. And I wouldn't have Tori."

"Golly, isn't that just swell for you," Flowey retorted sarcastically, but there was a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes that wasn't there before. "Frisk sparing me didn't change anything. It doesn't matter what they want – we'll never be friends, not like they are with all of you. Not like it was with..." For a second, he almost looked sad, expression softening as he gazed somewhere into the distance, to timelines past, although it was gone in a flash when he caught Sans' sockets and glared defensively. "It's not like I haven't thought about resetting. I could still do it. I just...I'm just tired of it all." Flowey let out a bitter, world-weary chuckle, and yeah, Sans definitely recognised that feeling. "I'd seen everything down there. Nothing was fun any more, not when I already knew what everyone was going to do, right down to the pitch of their screams. I didn't have anything to stick around for – I just wanted Frisk to finish me off. But they were just too...too nice."

Sans had to laugh at the way Flowey screwed up his face in disgust at the word, nodding in solidarity. "Yup, sounds about right. Kid's pretty damn persistent."

"Gosh, it's sickening, really. I had to go along because they just wouldn't quit." Flowey rolled his eyes, but not with quite so much vitriol as before. "I still don't get it, but I guess this place is..." He lifted his head, looking around at Toriel's cute, cosy house. "At least it's new. I'll probably get bored of the surface soon, too, but for now – it's not the worst I've ever had it, I guess." He smirked again, but it looked more like a mischievous kid than a being of ultimate evil. "Although who knew there's a timeline where Toriel gets desperate enough to date you? Golly, even I almost feel sorry for her, and I literally have no soul!"

Sans just chuckled; he hated to admit it, but Flowey was trying so hard to be intimidating, he was almost starting to find it endearing. “Thanks, bud. I'm sure she'd be real touched to hear that.”

“Heh – you're, um...” Flowey's smile wavered, eyes darting around the room nervously like he suspected Toriel might have been hiding behind the couch all along , “not actually going to tell her I said that, are you?”

“Soup's on!” Frisk burst through the door before Sans even had a chance to consider all the ways he might be able to leverage this newly exposed weak spot. “Hey, you didn't kill each other,” they added brightly. “Good job! If you're lucky, Mom might even give you a sticker.”

Flowey groaned as Sans grinned, reaching out to tap the edge of his flowerpot as he slid off the sofa. “Now you're talking. You need a lift there, buddy?”

Flowey grimaced, but apparently even he wasn't immune to Frisk's hopeful smile at this indication that maybe they'd bonded, or something.

“You know I don't have to stay in the pot,” he grumbled, as Sans picked him up and followed Frisk through to the kitchen. “It's just easier, is all. You better not drop me.”

Tempting as it was, Sans thought, it had nothing on the way Toriel's face lit up as he walked in carrying Flowey, her smile simultaneously astonished, relieved and proud.

“Oh my goodness – flowers, for me?” she exclaimed, clasping her hands together in mock surprise. "Why, Sans, you shouldn't have!"

“Actually, Tori, I might just have to hang onto this one,” he replied, setting Flowey down on top of the pile of books Toriel had thoughtfully placed on his chair. “What can I say – this guy, he really grows on you.”

“Ugggghhhh.” Flowey buried his head in his petals as Toriel snorted with delight and Frisk giggled guiltily. “Are they always like this? How have you not – uhhh...” He faltered as his pot mysteriously wobbled, just as Sans' foot collided with his chair leg under the table. “I mean – how do you stand it?”

“Pretty much,” Frisk sighed sympathetically, reaching out to ruffle his petals. “You just kinda get used to it.”

“Well, don't get used to this, 'cause I'm not hanging around waiting for you losers,” Flowey muttered, flinching away from their hands, but his face immediately brightened when Frisk slid a perfectly sized, snail-patterned watering can across the table. Sans grinned, unable to resist winking as he caught his eye; Flowey stuck his tongue out in retaliation, but somehow he didn't seem quite as threatening.

Frisk beamed and shot Sans a double thumbs-up while Flowey was happily drenching himself; Toriel smiled indulgently, and, psychotic flower sort-of family and all, Sans was starting to feel like this was definitely something he could get used to.

"Your Majesty! Dinner...is served!"

"Papyrus, my dear, you know you do not have to call me that," Toriel answered as he knelt extravagantly at her feet, smiling as she took in the impressive spread laid out before her; granted, it was only spaghetti, but everything was beautifully arranged and garnished, the three places set impeccably and cutlery polished to perfection. “This is far from the first time I have had the pleasure of your company, is it not?”

“I know,” Papyrus rose to his feet, sockets shining as he met her eyes with a bright, hopeful smile, “but it's been my dream to cook for the queen ever since...Well, ever since I found out we had a queen! Plus...” He cupped a gloved hand to Toriel's ear in a stage whisper, “my brother, finally bringing home a date?! Now that hardly happens every day!"

“Goodness, is that so?” Toriel feigned shock, pressing a hand to her chest and biting back a giggle as she caught Sans' socket as he sat at the table, nonchalantly munching on a breadstick. “Why, I would have imagined the eligible young monsters of Snowdin would be lining up outside your door.”

Papyrus let out a cackling nyeh heh heh, clutching his ribs as though it were the funniest thing he'd ever heard. “For the Great Papyrus, naturally – but Sans?! I didn't think he could even find a pair in his sock collection.”

"Alright, bro, take it easy," Sans finally interjected, grinning along despite the hint of blue colouring his cheekbones as Toriel laughed guiltily, both of them turning to look at him. "Ever think maybe you're not the only skeleton around here with high standards?"

Toriel smiled back, bushing a little herself as she turned back to Papyrus with a conspiratorial wink. “Ah, but you see, he is a fast learner. Impressive, what one can achieve with the help of a good teacher, is it not?”

Papyrus nodded thoughtfully as though appraising Sans' performance, before clapping his hands together, positively glowing with pride. “Congratulations, brother – your dating power is way higher than I thought! If you keep it up, who knows – one day, maybe you'll even be as strong as Frisk!”

“Hmm, I am not sure I would go that far just yet; there is always room for improvement,” Toriel quipped, before deciding to follow her child's example and show Sans some mercy by changing the subject, as much as she enjoyed teasing him just a little. “But I digress – surely the greatest significance of this occasion is that I finally have the honour of sampling the Great Papyrus' world-famous spaghetti!”

Papyrus' chest puffed up with pride as he gestured excitedly for her to sit down. “Of course – sit, eat, enjoy! Cooked to perfection just for you, Your – Toriel, if I say so myself. Bone appetit!"

Toriel grinned as she took her place opposite Sans. "Do my ears deceive me, or was that a pun?"

“A pun?! Obviously not!” Papyrus wrinkled his nasal cavity as though it were the worst thing imaginable. “It was a...sophisticated play on words.” “Otherwise known as a pun.”

"Sans, would you just – just stop flapping your mandible for a moment and let the queen enjoy her dinner in peace."

Shaking her head fondly at their squabbling, Toriel lifted a forkful of spaghetti to her mouth. Having been extensively warned that Papyrus' cooking was something of an acquired taste, to put it mildly, she was pleasantly surprised – it was perhaps a little undercooked, but the sauce was thick and rich with a good, strong flavour.

Swallowing, she was just about to pay her compliments to the chef when it hit – a searing heat burning through her throat like nothing she had experienced before. Toriel heard her fork clatter to the floor as her mouth fell open of its own accord and she found herself unable to do anything but pant helplessly, as though her tongue was trying its best to escape the cavern of burning hellfire.

"Tori? Tori, you okay? Stay with me here." Sans' concerned face blurred into an indecipherable white blob as her eyes stung with hot tears and he turned accusingly to his brother. “Pap – what the hell did you put in there?”

"Well – I – you said it was too cold! So I just added some more chili before –"

"How much chili?"

"A few...um...cups?"

Sans hissed something under his breath Toriel would not have approved of under normal circumstances, but for now she could only gasp, thumping the table in a wordless plea for help. “Well, get her some water or something!”

“Water! Yes!” Toriel could just about make out Papyrus frantically searching the fridge, various food items flying through the air. “Oh my god, Sans, what if we've killed the queen?!”

“We?”

“Just hold on, Your Majesty! I'm coming to your aid!”

Before Toriel or Sans could respond, Papyrus hurled himself across the table, plates of spaghetti and salad splattering on the floor as he thrust an unidentified bottle in her face; Toriel was so desperate she seized upon it like a long lost lover, gasping with relief as cool, creamy milk hit her throat, soothing the burning sensation. She kept gulping straight from the bottle, draining every last drop until no more remained. Blinking the last of the tears from her sore eyes, she took in the scene of disarray surrounding her: food splattered everywhere, Papyrus still splayed out across the table like a trophy rug and Sans wearing half of his dinner across his skull like an unconvincing wig.

“Toriel! I'm so sorry!” Papyrus was the first to break the silence, sockets drooping as though he might be about to cry next; Toriel was about to reassure him, but he grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks together inelegantly to prevent her from speaking. “Sssh, no – you must protect the royal tongue! I'm afraid the Great Papyrus has been foiled, once again, by his own lofty ambitions. I just wanted tonight to be...” He sighed, sliding surprisingly gracefully off the table and back onto his feet, only taking a few salad dressings with him, “special.”

“Pfff – Papyrus,” Toriel eventually managed to say, finally prising his hand from her jaw and setting it gently but firmly back on the table, “my dear, please do not worry yourself over this! I am quite all right – in my time, I have attended many more disastrous dinner parties, and none quite so entertaining.” She smiled at him, squeezing his hand in hers in what she hoped was a soothing manner. “In any case, I would even say you have succeeded – for this is certainly one of the most...memorable evenings I have spent, possibly ever. And I would not have it any other way.”

“She's right, bro.” Sans joined in, leaning over to pat his brother on the back. “Don't be upsetti over spicy spaghetti – that's how it goes, right?” Papyrus smiled and nodded, looking more like his usual self as Sans rolled up his tomato-splattered sleeves, uncharacteristically motivated. “Now throw me a bone here and let's get this place cleaned up for dessert.”

“Oh yes, of course – dessert!” Toriel clasped her hands together, trying to conceal her excitement as she caught the knowing glint in his sockets – she had almost forgotten it in all the commotion. Papyrus' brow bone shot up in suspicion, but he was soon smiling again as the three of them set to work, wiping spaghetti from the walls and plucking strands out of places they should not be – most frequently between bones – until the kitchen was once again in an acceptable state to reveal what Toriel hoped would still be the jewel in the crown of their evening.

“Now, this is just a little something I cooked up,” she announced, placing the covered pie down on the table, “in honour of the Great Papyrus' many, many wonderful achievements and services to our kingdom! Though, I confess – such a fitting tribute would not have been possible without the help of your brother here.”

“Pretty sure it would have,” Sans shrugged off the compliment, but slipped his arm around her waist with an affectionate squeeze as he grinned up at her, both barely able to restrain their glee. “Tori just likes to pretend I can be helpful sometimes.”

Despite his modesty, Toriel knew without a doubt as she lifted the cover that her own hands could never have so skilfully crafted the extra special decoration that adorned the top of her usual recipe – or, for that matter, have elicited quite such a perfect reaction, as Papyrus' sockets bulged almost right out of his skull, hands pressed to his cheekbones as a wonderful, seemingly contradictory yet uniquely beautiful symphony of utter rage and unbridled joy played out across his face.

“Oh my god, Sans! Toriel! It's...You...I...”

“What's the matter, bro,” Sans asked innocently as he took his seat, “don't you like our Papierus?”

"Like it?! I...I love it! It's awful! And yet perfect!" Papyrus clutched at his skull in anguish, but it was a broad smile, as warm and dazzling as the sun, that broke out across his face – an even more satisfying sight to behold than his pastry likeness on top of the pie, as he cut carefully around his own image. “Quite an ingenious ruse, Your Majesty,” he conceded, around a mouthful of butterscotch and cinnamon, “even the Great Papyrus must admit – sometimes puns can be palatable, when presented in pie form!”

“Really?” Sans' voice was casual, but Toriel already recognised the sparkle in his sockets at being handed such a golden opportunity. “Well, that's all I kneaded to dough.”

Toriel burst out laughing, unconcerned about the crumbs spraying her dress – it was already liberally stained with spaghetti, anyway, and there were far more important things, like the pride in Sans' smile as he dropped the punchline before joining in with her laughter, or for that matter Papyrus' strangled groan as he shook his skull in despair at the two of them before speaking up again.

“Actually, Toriel – there's one more thing I forgot to give you.”

“Oh?” Toriel inclined her head in curiosity as she set her fork down, praying that it would not be more food – she didn't know if her poor stomach could survive another round. “How sweet – but there is no need, you really do not have to give me anythi–”

Before she could finish her sentence, Papyrus had already produced a sturdy contraption of wood and metal seemingly out of nowhere, presenting it to her with a flourish as she blinked in surprise. “Oh! It's a...”

“A shovel!” he beamed, enthusiastically if a touch unnecessarily. “I read it on the internet – it's a surface tradition!” He cleared his throat, as if reciting from memory. “When someone starts dating your close friend or family member, you're supposed to give them a 'shovel talk'. Except I'm...not really sure what I'm supposed to talk about,” he admitted with a shrug. “But anyway – now you have a shovel, just in case dating Sans ever gets too stressful and you need to go away and plant some flowers!”

“Ah...of course.” Toriel smiled, suppressing her laughter as she glanced slyly over at Sans, whose expression was somewhere between amused, bemused and perhaps even a touch offended. “What a lovely tradition, and a thoughtful gift! I shall treasure it – thank you, my dear Papyrus. As the children say...I dig it.”

She was unable to help herself, a snort escaping as Sans chuckled and Papyrus, for once, did not voice his displeasure as his left socket twitched a few times. “It's...going to be like this all the time now, isn't it?”

“'Fraid so, bro,” Sans replied with a shrug, his grin becoming just a little more bashful as he caught Toriel's eye and added, “I, uh...really hope so, anyway. Sorry about that."

"No, you're not." But Papyrus was undeniably smiling, fondly exasperated, a sentiment Toriel was coming to recognise all too well. “But I forgive you, because the Great Papyrus is nothing if not selfless. And...” His voice became quieter, more serious, glancing between Sans and Toriel as the sharp lines of his skull appeared to soften for a moment, “it's a small price to pay, to have my brother back. Sans, I used to...worry about you, you know, back in the Underground. I knew something was wrong, but I just didn't know how to...”

“Pap,” Sans interrupted, his voice catching on the single syllable as he laid a hand on his brother's arm; Toriel bit her lip, an ache in her chest at the rare glimpse of raw emotion that flashed across his face, just for a second, before he ducked his head, letting out a soft chuckle. “Don't you worry your great and powerful head about me, okay? I'm doing great.” Toriel knew he meant it, smile smaller but genuine when he glanced back up at her, then at Papyrus. “Never been better.”

“Thanks to her!” Papyrus reached out over his head and grabbed Toriel's hand, holding it in the air like a prize fighter. “Toriel! Despite your...equally questionable sense of humour, I'm honoured to pledge my loyalty to you both as former member of the Royal Guard and current mascot of monsterkind – but, mostly, as someone to share the considerable responsibility of looking out for my brother.”

"Oh!" Toriel found herself unexpectedly emotional at the sincerity of Papyrus' words, the warmth shining in his sockets – Sans was indeed lucky, as he had always said, to have such a cool guy looking out for him, and, as she squeezed his hand gratefully in return, Toriel knew that she was, too. “From the Great Papyrus himself, it is indeed an honour and a privilege. Rest assured, between the two of us, I trust we will not find the task so...punishing.”

“Okay, guys,” Sans interjected, evidently trying and failing to appear annoyed at this assessment of his character, “that's sweet and all, but seriously, what am I here? A skeledog?”

Toriel and Papyrus glanced at each other, a telepathic understanding passing between them, and without a word they reached out and grabbed him, each hooking an arm around his ribs to pull him up into a three-way hug. Sans let out a yelp of half surprise, half laughter as he was effortlessly lifted off the ground and firmly sandwiched between them, but Toriel knew he had no desire to escape even if they had any intention of letting him. Papyrus leaned in to bump his skull affectionately against his brother's as they clung together, and Toriel felt a surge of tenderness as she held onto both of them, at once familiar yet renewed – the need to nurture and protect, to preserve the love she felt so strongly in this moment, enveloping all three of them and warming her through to her soul.

“I know dinner didn't exactly go according to plan, guys, – but I gotta say, this has been really uplifting.”

“I could still drop you,” Papyrus threatened, but he was still smiling, as genuine as it was reluctant as Toriel giggled, leaning in to steal a quick nuzzle against Sans' cheekbone.

"I do not think he will.”

“I know,” Sans replied, running his fingers through the fur on the back of Toriel's neck while reaching out to pat Papyrus' skull with his other arm, somehow maintaining a perfect balance between the two – until he wobbled, almost bringing them all crashing down before they caught him, laughing, stronger together. "I think I got a pretty good thing going on here."

#30 day otp challenge #soriel #fanfiction #undertale fanfiction #it's BAAACK by unpopular demand!!#sorry this is so long and probably bad bc idek how to flowey #but at least it's posted and i can move on with my life #or something #my fic

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pianotale + anxiety + Undyne/Chara mindset = this follow up

Undyne stares at Frisk. “Nah, teaching isn’t really my style.”

What?

Frisk’s delicate patience snaps with the words of rejection. The whole warm atmosphere between them vanishes in an instant. Frisk thought the two of them had been sharing a moment! First the unexpected new dialogue, then the emotional His Theme, all wrapped up with this perfect final scene one-liner where the hero is supposed to begin their emotional quest. And she is saying NO? They glare at Undyne with the hate of someone who has killed every soul in this pathetic place more times and in more ways than her pitiful mind could even imagine.

She must have misunderstood. “Teach me.” Frisk repeats, a sharp threat underlying their tone. They want this. And when Frisk wants something, no matter how many tries it takes, they get it.

Going through these stupid runs over and over again, being friendly, waiting for people to go through pointless motions to progress the story - they are so sick of it. The only thing that drives them to stick around in this stupid place is the music that reminds them of a time when they were better. Back when they still ‘cared’ about people and love actually meant something permanent. Finally, there is a compromise that removes all those messy interactions from getting in the way of their emotional fix. They want it so badly. No is not an option.

Undyne looks down at the kid with a frown on their face. Threats are never the right approach with her. Ever. “Make me,” she growls, responding to the challenge. Oh, now she’s asking for it… Neither one cares about bringing proper fight etiquette into this, diving straight at each other to wrestle their opponent into submission. But where Undyne sees this as play, Frisk sees this as an opportunity to tear their obstacle to shreds. Undyne grips an arm. Frisk gets a hold of her hair. Both start tugging. Frisk rips out the red string with satisfaction and moves with the now-free hand in to punch out her teeth out. Undyne in reaction to this howls in surprise and anger, then break Frisk’s left arm. Is this pain supposed to deter them?? Try having your soul literally be punctured to pieces by spears you freak! Both are making animalistic noises and literally trying to tear each others throats out. Arms, legs, knees, fingers, eyes. Everything is fair game as they clash in a flurry of movement.

“What the hell is wrong with you punk?” She roars over the sound of them pressing each other into the wall.

“I’M GOING TO FREAKIN KILL YOU! That’s what’s wrong!!!” Frisk screams. It has been a while since they did a genocide route. Perhaps too long. It seems there is a lot of pent up anger inside them that they haven’t been able to unleash properly in a while.

Undyne simply starts laughing hysterically and pulls a pair of nunchucks from the kitchen drawer. “Yeah? I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY!! NGGGGAAAAAAHHHHHH!”

— — —

“UNDYNE…?”

The voice stops both Frisk and Undyne mid-tackle.

Papyrus looks on at the scene of destruction before him. The fridge is broken. The oven is melting itself. The table is shattered into splintered shreds - one such piece Frisk is holding midair as a stake pointed at Undyne’s throat. The carpet for some reason is hanging from the ceiling. The drawer of Papyrus’ gifts had been ripped from the cupboard and bones are scattered across the tattered wood. A part of Undyne’s left gill flap is torn, from where Frisk had bitten it off. (It tasted like rubber) Undyne’s black shirt is soaked with red blood from a painful flesh wound on Frisk’s right side. Papyrus seems at a loss for words.

Undyne topples over, unable to hold Frisk above her head for much longer. She looks up. “Uhhh… Pap, I can explain.”

Frisk growls and pounces on the opportunity, throwing the wooden shard into Undyne. “DIIIEEEE!” A bone rises from the ground and calmly stops it. Frisk glares at the piece of ivory hatefully. He’s the next one to go.

“WHAT… WHAT IS GOING HERE?” Papyrus asks. He sounds slightly confused.

Undyne grunts. “Ask the kid. They’re the one who went berserk on me.” Papyrus turns his gaze to Frisk.

“HUMAN? IS THIS TRUE?” There’s a mild scold to his voice. As if he’d just caught them eating someone else’s cookie.

What do they think this is? Some silly argument! Frisk closes their eyes for a second. It has been too long since they have killed someone with actual intent. Everything these days is just a means to an end. They walk up to Papyrus. Calmly, they reach out to his arm.

“HMM? IS THERE SOMETHING YOU’D LIKE TO SAY HUMAN?”

They start pulling.

“UHH, HUMAN. I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU DO THINGS ON THE SURFACE, BUT HERE IT IS QUITE RUDE TO PULL SOMEONE’S ARM FOR NO REASON.”

In one swift movement they tug the bone swift out of the socket. Papyrus screams. Undyne yells. Frisk laughs.

In an instant, the room fills with hundreds of glowing spears. All pointing towards Frisk. “WHAT THE HELL! It’s one thing to try and kill me… but PAPYRUS!!! Forget Asgore, I’m going to tear your soul into little pieces myself!” Undyne is again standing tall. She seems a little worse for wear in her clothes torn to pieces by Frisk’s fingernails. There is a manic glare in her eye. It reminds Frisk of her Undying form. While this is happening, Papyrus is simply standing motionless, looking at the empty space his arm used to fill. His jaw has gone slack. Undyne moves to fire her spears when Papyrus interrupts.

“… ERM. HUMAN. CAN I PLEASE HAVE MY ARM BACK? YOU SEE, I NEED IT TO EFFECTIVELY CAPTURE HUMANS AND BECOME A MEMBER OF THE ROYAL GUARD.”

Frisk looks down at the arm, that is still moving to gesture what Papyrus is saying. Interesting… Frisk takes note of this information for later runs. Undyne is confused. “Pap? That punk just TORE your ARM off!”

“YES. THANK YOU FOR POINTING THAT OUT UNDYNE. HUMAN,” he turns back to Frisk. “WHY DID YOU TEAR MY ARM OFF?” Frisk pauses. To be honest, they’re just winging it at this point. They look down at the arm. Then back at Papyrus and Undyne. A smiles creeps up their face. “So I can do this.” Wielding Papyrus’ arm like a sword, they drive the bone into Undyne’s chest.

|— — —|

Two things happen in the five seconds after this. One: Papyrus cries out Undyne’s name. Two: Undyne falls to the floor and shatters to dust. Frisk blinks. They hadn’t expected it to be that easy. Papyrus drops to the floor and starts crying. “UNDYNE! U-UNDYNE? ARE… ARE YOU OKAY?” He asks in a state of denial. Undyne’s dust shuffles for a moment as if she’s about to rise to fight once more. Then it collapses again into inanimate grey sand. This is even stranger to Frisk. Normally Undyne would never let her killer get away with her death so easily. They turn to look at their weapon again. Unless… An ascending trill fills the room. Their head rises in an instant. They know for a fact they haven’t gained any LOVE yet. They would feel it if they did. Above Papyrus’ head, the block letters that only Frisk tends to see hovers menacingly. YOUR LOVE INCREASED

“Papyrus.” They laughed. The skeleton is still crouched over the heap of dust in the small room. Frisk leans in towards him. “You killed her.”

“NO…” He whispers to himself. “NO… UNDYNE ISN’T… UNDYNE COULDN’T… UNDYNE WOULDN’T…”

Frisk starts giggling. “Oh, Papyrus. You killed her Papyrus! You killed Undyne! Your only friend in this world, and you killed her!”

He starts shaking. “…NO” He says uncertainly. “I CAN’T HAVE…” Frisk rolls their eyes.

“Look, Papyrus. Don’t lie to me. If you honestly didn’t think that you were the one who killed her, then it would be me gaining that LV right now.” He looks up at Frisk and starts crying.

“I… YOU MADE ME… YOU USED MY ARM TO…”

“If you blamed me for this, there would be no reason for you to have that LV Pap. Some part of you sincerely believes you’re to blame right now. So don’t go trying to shove that on other people.”

The whole room flickers black for a moment. As if a shadow had passed through Undyne’s house. Frisk checks Papyrus’ stats. Yep. That was a LOVE gain right there. His soul hasn’t become much stronger by the action. Obviously he does’t find it easier to hurt others because of what Frisk has done. But the undeniable increase in DF makes it obvious.

Papyrus begins howling.

The noise is terrifying. Frisk doesn’t know what to make of it. Clutching tightly to his severed arm, they back away slowly and watch. The monster presses their hands against their skull and screeches the most unnatural sound Frisk has ever heard. He huddles in on himself and starts rocking. “MAKE IT STOP… MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!!!” He moans.

~then the story deviates in two ways. Way number one: frisk teams with flowey and drive pap to kill his own brother. Way two: sans intervenes as soon as papyrus starts crying. he forces frisk to do a reset but the shock of gaining LV has given pap memory across timelines. sans watches in horror as papyrus becomes another version of him. Not really sure which is more satisfying atm. Like, flowey will be more violent, sure. But the sans one has a lot more psychological damage to bring in. ESPECIALLY since it permanently ruins an entire world’s worth of timelines ~

#i'm a monster and it's awesome sometimes #this is what happens when i get tense lol #undertale #fanfic

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virtual-crisis · 7 years

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Undyne the Determined: The Cancelled Epilogue

Below is what was going to be part 31 of UtD. I could never get myself to finish it. Enjoy anyway.

Prologue

Highlights: Undyne meets Alphys

Highlights: Alphys' breakdown

Highlights: Mettaton makes his premier

Highlights: The Musical

Part 30

The Real Part 31

Toriel shuddered, moving to Asgore's side. Asgore had to look away.

Sans stared blankly, while Papyrus slowly took off his helmet. Alphys chuckled dryly.

Mettaton had put a hand to the lens of the camera Napstablook had mounted to their side. Napstablook joined him in covering their faces, while 'Mad Dummy' had a look of unease and slight disgust.

Joshua gagged, putting a hand firmly to his mouth, and Angelica rubbed the center of her chest to try and keep herself from getting too nauseated.

I put a hand to Asriel's shoulder, pulling down on it slightly. He'd had his eyes closed, chuckling darkly, then frowned slightly when I tugged at his side.

"...Right. Flowey's behind me." he said blankly, quietly so the others wouldn't hear.

Frisk's head had dropped to the floor, and their body followed shortly, lying face-down at Asriel's feet. There was a lot of blood staining the ground, and Asriel's clothes.

Not that it was ever Frisk, in this timeline. As Alphys and Sans had announced- Chara's soul merged with theirs, taking control. They answered to Chara's name. Frisk never said things at me in the past like Chara did. 'I’ll tear the flesh off your neck by those hideous gills'. Those weren't the words of someone that'd turn around and pretend to be some pacifist.

Mettaton chuckled, straightening Napstablook's posture. "Alright, darling, there are kids watching. Let's not scar them completely."

Alphys snapped her fingers a few times, walking around Asriel and I towards him. "Right, right, the broadcast. Everyone, I can say with certainty that the coast is now clear. It'll be safe to return to your homes and workplaces. Once we've contained their soul, we'll get to work on cracking through the barrier."

Joshua waved at the bots to clarify that no further harm would be done to humans in the process, while Sans headed out to retrieve a soul container. I gently turned Asriel to face me, and his parents behind me. "You alright? Now that we'll be able to leave..."

Asriel nodded slowly, opening his eyes. "I'll be fine. Just... Almost too satisfying to finally do that." he said quietly.

I nodded back, hugging him for a moment. I heard the swords clink onto the ground as he dropped them, relaxing a bit.

The others were crowding near Mettaton, save for Asgore and Toriel. Angelica was commenting about it really discomforted her to see Chara be decapitated, and so violently. Joshua was keeping one hand to his neck, and the other arm over his stomach while muttering about how squeamish he was.

Papyrus glanced at me, and I nodded slowly. Sans walked back in casually as Papyrus tried to usher them out. Alphys dodged away from him as the robots and humans left.

"well, this makes five. any bright ideas for using angelica and joshua's souls?"

I shook my head, stepping back from Asriel. He and Alphys looked over at Sans.

"Well, those timelines where Asriel's broken the barrier before- he used the six souls to safely pull all the monster souls out of their respective bodies. Not really pleasant." Alphys explained.

Asriel nodded. "It worked, though. Once the barrier was down and I returned the souls, the bodies hadn't even turned to dust yet. Soul power is.... Potent."

I looked at Toriel and Asgore as the other three discussed it, namely if it'd be safe for Angelica to have her soul removed, even temporarily. Considering she was now eighty-nine, that was a concern.

Toriel sighed, glancing at Asgore. "To think we once called them a member of the family...." she mumbled.

Asgore nodded slowly. "We should've paid more attention to them... Running off alone together, all the time...."

Toriel closed her eyes, turning her head away. She then looked at me. "...I'm sorry I was so crude towards you, at first. Alphys explained to me, during that 'musical', how Asgore's declaration of war was.... More logical than I first thought."

Asgore coughed, glancing away from her. "...Not that it was my intention at the time, but... In her context, it makes much more sense."

I glanced at Asriel and Alphys- both debating soul biology with Sans like there wasn't a corpse behind them. The main three that'd become desensitized to it. "...I doubt humans would take it well if we just went up there and started killing them."

Asgore chuckled uneasily. "Even if we had.... Were to wipe them out.... I wouldn't expect the kingdom to enjoy corpses littering the planet."

Toriel shuddered. "Humans don't turn to dust after death... But, it's aside from the point. As it is now, we'll... We'll be free of the barrier, soon."

Asgore blinked, gulping for a moment. "Oh boy... I didn't think about that..." he said. "There's the matter of reintroducing ourselves to humanity..."

I glanced over to the door, then back to them. "Well, we've got Angelica and Joshua... Twice Frisk's age at the younger."

Sans snapped his fingers a couple times, stepping up behind me to collect Frisk and Chara's combined soul. "and angelica's been around for decades and decades, with experience around humans. joshua knows a good deal of how the world is in this century."

I looked at him, and nodded. "Yeah, that."

Asriel and Alphys glanced back over while talking. "Hah, should be fun visiting human society again." Alphys said.

Asriel chuckled. "Yeah. Whole new timeline from the previous times we've escaped. Who knows what could be up there?"

Sans shook his head slowly. Asgore still avoided looking at 'Frisk', and Toriel watched Asriel for a moment. "...Perhaps we should clean up in here. Most of the kingdom's population will be on their way out through here." she said.

Asgore nodded. "Yes... That would be smart."

I glanced back over at Asriel and Alphys- who were both laughing at a joke one of them made. "Hey Asriel, you're the one that got all that blood everywhere."

Asriel blinked, looking at me, then rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, I'm not cleaning that up."

Toriel crossed her arms, raising a brow. "You nearly made your father sick."

I snapped my fingers, smirking. "Yeah, and you said yourself, you were enjoying it a bit too much."

Asriel sighed in dread. "Fine, whatever. You're putting their parts in the coffin, though." he said at me.

I glanced down for a moment, then shuddered. I was avoiding paying attention to the pungent smell of blood. "...Alright, fine, I'll do that." I said flatly.

I sat back at Angelica's restaurant once I'd helped clean up. She and the monsters staffing the place were working to pack up.

She shook her head after carrying a box to the wall by the door. "I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved... Decapitation hits my squeamish side in all the worst ways."

Joshua looked up at her. He was hunched over, keeping his chin and collar as close to eachother as possible. "At least you don't visualize it happening to yourself." he said. "Perks of an overactive imagination..."

Angelica chuckled a bit, shaking her head again. "Oh, you'll get over it soon... I only had nightmares for a week, after my own death back then."

Joshua laughed.

The writer laughed, looking back to this.

He hit a writers' block. How cute.

Now he's subjecting the monsters to their lives in the 20th/21st centuries all over again.

But let's be honest... That's the point of writing.

#Undyne the Determined #UtD ACT 3

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