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roichibi · 2 months
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Hug time!
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♥︎ @fransweek
Day 5: Affection
Frans Family Au (Elys & Arno) by @shayromi
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shayromi · 1 year
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Happy birthday Elys~
Arno made sure the cake was tasty for her
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shorukarts · 1 year
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @shayromi hope you have a wonderful day 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚
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Hope you like this drawing ✨
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themsource · 1 year
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Fransweek '23 - Day 3
Theme: Tears Rating: T Pairing: UF Sans/Frisk - Shayromi's Frans Family Inspired Word Count: 1,043
I love the Underfell AU, I had to use it somewhere lol Cross posted to Ao3 here. @fransweek
When Frisk first fell underground she'd been an easily impressed naive child, too smitten with the mysteries of the underground and instantly taken to idolizing its intimidating and vicious inhabitants.
The monsters weren't really cruel like they'd have liked her and every other human to believe, they were just…rough around the edges. She'd witnessed each one laugh and tease, playfully groan and cry—display every range on the emotional spectrum.
Except for a certain skeleton that is.
Sans did all of those things too, except cry. He never shed a tear. Not once. He didn't whine or sob when Frisk had nearly lost her soul setting them free, didn't get misty eyed when he'd poured his thoughts out as a lost soul, and when Frisk had expected it most with everyone cheering and crying around them once they reached the surface—his sockets were still dry, his grin still relaxed and expression unbothered as sunlight glinted off his golden tooth for the first time.
Being so young and the way she was Frisk didn't think anything of it at the time. Sans had come across collected, smooth and confident. She'd figured he just wasn't the type to get emotional.
But then as the years passed and her maturity developed and intelligence grew she started to notice.
Sans didn't cry when they'd been separated for a few years for her ambassadorial duties and reunited, the time on the surface hadn't seemed to soften him like it had his brother Papyrus who'd nearly strangled her in his arms excitedly while crying tears of his own to match hers.
Sans didn't cry when after dancing around it for six months he'd finally found the courage to ask her out and she'd accepted, only grinned softly as she was left joyfully weeping alone.
He didn't cry at their wedding though unfathomable adoration and love had been plain to see in his gaze, didn't wail at the birth of their first child but looked beyond joyous that no words could adequately describe it, and didn't so much as whimper after a political incident where Frisk's life had been at risk when he'd come in a raging bull only to fall to his knees in concern when she'd been carefully lowered onto the paramedic's stretcher.
He'd been just as calm, reactive, and blunt just as he'd always been but never broken—never so overwhelmed his body could only produce his emotions in a physical reaction like it did for literally everyone else. Frisk resigned herself to thinking that Sans was simply incapable of such a thing. That maybe something had happened in his past or that he just defied nature both magical and non alike.
And then it happened.
She walked in on him cutting an onion one day, to find Sans sobbing like a baby.
Her eyes shot wide as saucers as his crimson eyelights warbled around the rims and the frame of his teeth trembled, thick globs of gelatinous raw magic pouring from his sockets and nasal both in continuous rivets. Frisk's mouth fell open, and she was rendered speechless. Sensing her presence Sans wiped an arm across his face, only making the mess bigger by smearing the magic across his skull like badly glowing lipstick as he sniffled.
"what?! c-can't ya see 'm tryin' ta make dinner here!?" His voice struggled between its usual deep transatlantic bass and a high pitched squeaky tone that cracked.
Frisk's brows raised to her hairline but she didn't say anything as she moved to stand next to him and look down at the onion he was chopping.
"...chewing gum usually helps me when I do it."
Sans shot her a glare, more of a pout as the tears undermined it.
"tried that."
Frisk laughed.
Her husband threw down the onion and knife and tossed his hands up before turning to her. "okay what!? just cuz i'm—i'm not a whimp ya hear me!? they sting and it just happens—"
She held up a hand as she tried to compose herself. Sans reluctantly quieted down but didn't look pleased in the slightest as he crossed his arms. He only wound up looking cute with how the warbling in his eyes became more apparent the bigger they got in his frustration.
"I just," she paused to wipe a tear away. "I'm surprised is all. I really thought you couldn't cry! How ridiculous is that?!"
Sans stared at her as Frisk once more started laughing. She laughed so hard she bent over and had to use the counter to support herself. His sockets widened, and then he snorted as he began to join in. When they both finally dissolved into tiny giggles and sighs he shook his skull.
"'course i can. just cuz you don't see it doesn't mean i don't." Frisk tilted her head curiously.
He responded with a shrug. "i just wait until no one's around. shower, in my 'study' as you call it. places i know i won't get found without warning."
She had to know.
"When we got married?"
"oh i cried like a lunatic, after you went to bed that night." He scoffed.
Frisk crossed her arms and grinned. "When Elys—"
"in a broom closet at the hospital, down the hall from your room." Sans looked up at the ceiling, nostalgic. "also had a small panic attack while i was at it worrying i'd drop her holding her that first time."
Frisk didn't know what to say. There was a sudden blooming in her chest, warm affection and tenderness that left her incapable of anything else but staring at the monster she loved. The intent must've been felt, as Sans looked at her and started blushing an adorable cherry red.
"what!?"
She shook her head and turned to finish off the onion. "I love you."
Sans didn't say anything at first, his arms around her waist was more than enough. But then he pressed his teeth to her throat in a mock kiss and hummed, "i know, lucky ain't i?"
This skeleton.
"Darn right you are!"
They both turned to see Elys in the kitchen doorway holding her baby brother Arno. "And you're supposed to say 'I love you' back, dad."
"Busted~" Frisk teased as Sans grumbled petty nonsense into her shoulder.
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insanyu · 2 years
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Elys and Arno in Drawink vesions (Ink sans x Drawing Frisk)  (´• ω •`) ♡
Elys and Arno belong to the @shayromi ♥
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sofiathehooman · 2 years
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Happy Birthday Elys 🎉🎉🎉
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Bonus:
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And Happy Birthday Sans :D
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Elys and Arno belongs to the Amazing @shayromi ✨✨
Bootiful ppl included in the bonus: @shayromi @sharkowskii @feelisia
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So since your the new owner of Kotcs Au is Kotcs elys and arno still there??
just curious
I'm ruminating on that. Maybe I'll post a lil' Elys and Arno design.
All I know is I like my Frans kids to be a wee more monstrous, with a bit more skeleton motifs.
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ndrawsstuff · 2 years
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Some Frans sketches🫣🫣🫣
They’re some comforting!!!
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These are some sketches for an AU that I’ll probably develop!
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reyngacha · 2 years
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My Ponytown designs, part 1
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jmbringitonworld · 2 years
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The Otherworldly Visitors
AO3 link for those who prefer to read fics there, or who prefer to read the multi-chaptered version of this fic.
I've actually been working on this fic for a while, and have already uploaded it to AO3 in multiple chapters, but now that the main story is finished, I'm posting it to Tumblr in one big chunk.
The idea for this fic came to me totally out of the blue, and I started writing it with no concrete plan, just some basic ideas and a vibe, so I think it came out pretty well, all things considered. It's outrageously self-indulgent, and is, in all honesty, the literary equivalent of comfort food. I wrote this for me, because my last, massive fic left me more than a little burnt out, and I'm still not fully recovered.
The AU the fic is set in is, fundamentally, classic Undertale, with a few notable differences. I've left hints here and there, but I won't fully explain this universe. Not because I want to be coy and mysterious, but because it's a bit… complicated. Truthfully, I hadn't expected to ever write about this world, and fully expected this AU to only exist inside my head, showing only a brief glimpse of it at the end of my larger fic/series, "The Lost Child". But here we are.
Something I feel I should mention here are my personal headcanons for Sanses and Papyruses, because this affects how I write and characterise them:
I hc that 'wanting to be popular, while almost no one likes you' is a Papyrus trait. I also hc that 'wanting to protect everyone, while almost everyone underestimates you' is a Sans trait. They're both consummate liars, though (yes, even Papyrus constantly lies to everyone throughout the game). Obviously, they can grow out of these traits after the True End (or similarly life-altering events).
Elys and Arno belong to @shayromi
Calibri is my own brain child
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Baby Calibri was being fussier than usual that morning, which was always a bad sign. Something had clearly upset his tiny babybone, and Sans knew that it would somehow end up affecting him and his family. Time shenanigans always did.
Gently rocking his whimpering daughter in one arm, he held his phone in his other hand, just staring at it with furrowed brows. He was sorely tempted to call Frisk and ask her if she could find out what was going on, but his wife was currently out shopping for groceries. They’d run out of ketchup, among other things. On the one hand, Sans really wanted to know what was wrong with the time-space continuum this time , but on the other... ketchup .
While Sans was pondering his dilemma, the matter was decided for him, when his phone started ringing.
To the skeleton monster’s credit, he didn’t startle, ever mindful of the fragile baby in his arms. Instead, he rushed to answer his phone, all while rocking a now crying Calibri a little more insistently.
“hullo?”
“SANS,” came a deep, slightly distorted voice, which Sans instantly recognised as his father’s, Dr. Wing Dings Gaster. The younger monster withheld a sigh. If his father was calling him, that meant that he must’ve been the cause of the temporal disturbance. Yet another bad sign. “THERE HAS BEEN A... COMPLICATION. WITH THE LATEST EXPERIMENT.”
Unable to hold back another sigh, Sans exhaled a tired breath, feeling an ache begin to build behind his eye sockets.
“urgh, shoulda guessed this was your doing,” he muttered under his breath, before raising his voice. “look, dadster, whatever you’ve done has got the babybone kickin’ up one heckuva fuss. an’ frisky’s outta the house at the moment. so i can’t come over to the lab right now, to help ya.”
“NO NEED,” the joint Monster Royal Scientist replied. “WE SHALL COME TO YOU.”
We? Sans thought. But before he had the chance to voice his confusion, his father hung up. Giving his phone a dirty look, Sans grumbled to himself. He then shoved the phone back into his pocket, and turned his attention to his still-crying daughter.
With tender hands, he brought Calibri to his sternum, close to his Soul, and started circulating his magic throughout his body, all while murmuring gentle reassurances to her. Within a minute or so, the soothing pulses of her father’s familiar magic, coupled with his loving voice, had succeeded in calming the baby down, and, with a yawn, the young hybrid drifted off to sleep in Sans’s arms.
Unfortunately, the skeleton monster enjoyed only a few seconds of blissful silence, before his peace and quiet were interrupted by a knock on his front door. Exhaling another sigh, Sans teleported to the nursery, where he tucked his youngest child into her cot, handing her a soft, well-worn turtle plushie, which Calibri reflexively clung onto. That done, he blipped back to the front door, and swung it open to reveal an unexpected sight.
Three skeleton monsters were stood outside, one slightly shorter than Sans, and the other two much taller.
The tallest was Dr. W.D. Gaster, clad in his customary black trousers, cream turtleneck jumper, and long, black overcoat. The genius scientist was standing straight, his arms folded behind his back, affecting a cool, collected disposition, but Sans knew him well enough to see how hard his father was trying, to not look guilty.
The shortest of the bunch was near identical in appearance to Sans himself, save for his outfit, consisting of blue and white armour, blue gloves, and a blue bandana, to match his bright, blue eyelights. His bones were rattling slightly, as his big, starry eyelights flitted all across his surroundings, returning to the cloudless, blue sky above, every few seconds. His mouth was stretched in the widest smile Sans had ever seen, almost splitting the other monster’s skull in two.
The third skeleton could’ve been Papyrus’s clone, were it not for his slouched posture, orange hoodie, and cargo shorts. It was more than a little disconcerting for Sans to see someone so similar to his brother, appear so unconfident, and awkward. The way the taller skeleton was hunching in on himself, hands shoved into his pockets, made something clench in Sans’s Soul. But the way the other monster’s gaze kept drifting to the sun, shining high in the sky, undeniable wonder creeping onto his face, soothed some of that ache.
Sans had never met the two strangers flanking his father, but he’d heard enough about the Multiverse and its various Alternate Universes from his wife, to be able to hazard a guess as to who they were. He cast his eyelights from Blue’s excited, curious gaze, to the way Stretch eyed his surroundings with carefully concealed caution, clearly out of his element despite his affected nonchalance, before finally resting them on his father’s sheepish smile.
Sans gave the other scientist a flat look, to which Dr. Gaster responded by widening his smile, beseechingly. He sighed for the umpteenth time that day.
“... i’ll go put the kettle on.”
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When all four of them were sat in the living room, each with a steaming cup of golden flower tea in hand, the eldest Gaster launched into his explanation.
“THIS LATEST EXPERIMENT WAS SHOWING PROMISING RESULTS. VERY PROMISING. ALL THE READINGS WERE POSITIVE. THERE WERE NO PROBLEMS WITH THE CODE. THE VORTEX WAS STABLE. BUT THEN THE TEMPORAL ENERGY STARTED FLUCTUATING WILDLY. WE COULDN’T CONTROL THE MACHINE. IT EXPLODED.” A sigh, long and heavy. “AGAIN...”
Sans inclined his head towards the other two skeletons, gazing around the room with wide eye sockets.
“an’ that’s when these two appeared, i take it?”
Gaster nodded, taking a sip of his tea. His son eyed him speculatively.
“i’m guessing you want us to look after ‘em, while you fix the machine. again.” Despite the wording, his tone implied that this was a statement, rather than a question.
Gaster nodded again, studiously avoiding his son’s gaze, and sipping his tea a little louder. Sans dragged a hand down his face, before massaging his temporal bone.
“fine... guess i got no choice,” he conceded reluctantly. He glanced at the clock on the wall. “frisk should be back soon. i’ll let her know what’s goin’ on, but knowing her, she’s probably already aware of this latest snafu.”
Blue’s eyelights shot towards him at the human’s name.
“FRISK? LIKE THE LATE PRINCESS?” he asked, leaning forward in his chair.
Sans’s smile was complicated.
“kinda... ‘cept in this universe, frisky ain’t no monster princess.” Then his smile softened, a loving look entering his fuzzy eyelights. “but that don’t make her any less special to me. she’s still the most amazing person i know, and i’m so lucky to call her my wife.”
“YOUR WIFE?!?!” Blue shouted, leaping up from his seat, his empty tea cup falling to the floor.
Beside him, his younger brother spluttered into his own cup, thankfully avoiding spilling hot tea all over himself.
“yo-you’re married?!” Stretch choked out, setting his cup aside, tone as shocked as his expression.
Sans grinned at the both of them, a proud look on his skull. He lifted up his left hand, showing off the gold wedding band glinting on the proximal phalanx of his ring finger.
“heh heh, yup. time’s a little messed up in our universe, but frisky and i’ve definitely been married for over a decade now. or what passes for a decade here, anyway.”
Blue’s face lit up, his eyelights becoming star-shaped, as he gazed at his alternate self in amazement.
“WOWZERS!!!” he exclaimed, awe colouring his voice. He clenched his gloved fists, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement. “THERE’S ANOTHER ME! WHO’S MARRIED!! TO THE PRINCESS!! THAT’S SO COOL!!!”
Stretch didn’t seem to share his older brother’s enthusiasm, however.
“your, uh, wife... isn’t she a... human?” he guessed, different emotions flashing across his face.
Sans gave him an unconcerned look, shrugging his shoulders with his usual casualness.
“yup,” he admitted, popping the ‘p’. “so what? she freed us monsters, and we live on the surface now, alongside the humans. as you guys must’ve seen an’ been told. there’s peace between our two races now, and more an’ more interspecies couples are formin’ every day.”
Stretch’s expression was still dubious, as if not quite daring to believe that such an incredible future was possible. Blue, however, looked even more excited than he did before.
“YOUR WIFE FREED MONSTERS?! WOWZERS!!”
Sans smirked, filled with pride for his wife. But then Blue froze, his smile slipping, as the excitement drained from his face. His bony brows came together in a worried frown.
“BUT WAIT... IF FRISK IS THE ONE WHO FREED MONSTERS... AND OUR PRINCESS IS ALREADY DEAD...” He wrung his hands, anxiety showing clear across his skull. “THEN WHO’S GOING TO FREE US ??”
Sans waved off his concerns, smiling at his otherworldly counterpart in reassurance.
“don’t worry ‘bout it, pal. you guys have another human who’s meant to free you, if all goes well.”
Blue looked at him hopefully.
“R-REALLY? WHO??”
Sans barely held back a wince. His smile became forced, as he answered Blue.
“er, that’s a... well, um, ya better ask my wife, when she comes home. she’ll be able to answer your question much better than i can.”
Blue blinked at him, before nodding his skull, mouth turned down in a pout.
“OKAY...” he agreed, though his disappointment was obvious.
Stretch narrowed his eye sockets, slanting a suspicious look Sans’s way, but the older skeleton was saved from any further enquiries by the loud wailing of a baby.
Everyone in the room startled at the noise, except for Sans, who merely looked resigned. The father of three had long grown accustomed to the sound of a squalling infant.
Dr. Gaster shot to his feet, draining his cup in one go, before placing it on the nearby table.
“WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME! I HAVE TO GO NOW! I HAVE A MACHINE TO FIX! SKELETONS TO SEND HOME! LOTS TO DO, YOU KNOW!? GOODBYE SON!! AND GOOD LUCK!!”
And with that, he dashed out the door, without looking back.
“you just don’t wanna be roped into anymore babysittin’ duties, old man!” Sans yelled after him, his mouth curled in a wry grin. Emptying his own cup of tea, he stood up and placed it beside his father’s. He then turned towards his ‘guests’, who were frozen in their chairs, looking stunned, and shot them a wink. “you guys stay here. i’ll go settle the babybone down, and bring her to meet you.”
Without waiting for a reply, not that either monster was capable of giving one in their current state, Sans exited the room through one of its several doors.
The sound of the door closing seemed to finally snap the displaced skeleton brothers out of their stupor. They stared at the door, then at each other, their eye sockets as wide as they could get. Blue mouthed the word ‘babybone’ to his brother, and Stretch could only give him a dumbstruck look in response.
After several moments, the crying eventually died down. All eye sockets shot towards the door Sans had departed from, when the handle turned.
It was to total silence, that Sans entered the living room, cradling his youngest child in his arms. His tender gaze lifted up from his precious baby, and towards the other skeleton monsters, his broad smile conveying how much he cherished his daughter.
With slow, steady steps, he made his way towards the others, taking in their amazed expressions with amusement. When he was in front of them, he tilted his arms just enough for them to be able to clearly see the human-looking baby sniffling in his hold, waving her tiny fists in the air, her chubby cheeks flushed.
“this cute, little babybone is calibri. my daughter,” he announced, pride and infinite love leaking into his voice.
The other two stared at the baby, rendered utterly speechless by awe, for several seconds, before Blue finally managed to find his voice.
“YOUR... DAUGHTER...?” he almost-whispered, tone hushed. His voice was still louder than was generally acceptable indoors, though, and Calibri scrunched up her face at the sound, but didn’t react otherwise, too used to her uncle’s own high-volume voice to be overly bothered by Blue’s. “YOU HAVE A... A CHILD ??”
Sans’s grin widened.
“i’ve got three, actually.”
Both Blue and Stretch looked as if a gentle breeze could knock them over at that revelation.
“THREE!?!?!”/”three!?” they both exclaimed at the same time.
Calibri started fussing again, the shouting too much for her sensitive ears to bear, and her father hastened to soothe her with gentle rocking motions, and soft pulses from his Soul.
“yep. three kids,” Sans explained, snickering at the brothers’ stunned expressions. “there’s elys, my eldest girl, arno, my son, and calibri, the babybone of the family. you guys’ll meet the other two later, when they get back from school.”
The Underswap brothers still appeared a little shell-shocked. Neither skeleton could take their eyelights off of the tiny, fleshy baby, squirming in Sans’s arms.
Slowly, Blue’s expression shifted, something soft, and gentle settling on his face, as he felt his Soul squeeze at the sight of the child. Indescribable warmth flowed through his bones, emanating from his thrumming Soul, filling him with an emotion he hadn’t felt since his brother was a babybone himself. To think that, in another world, another him had been blessed with his own family – a wife, and tiny babybones of his own, to love and protect.
Sans noticed his alternate self’s obvious fascination with his daughter, and, with a smile, he stepped forward, holding Calibri out towards the other monster.
“wanna hold her?” he offered, motioning towards the baby in his arms.
Blue looked up with a start, his eye sockets widening.
“C-CAN I?!” he asked, his hands clenching and unclenching, already lifting up to receive the baby.
Sans chuckled at the other’s eagerness.
“sure can, buddy. here, lemme show ya how to hold her.”
Blue listened attentively to Sans’s instructions, which were mostly the same as the ones he’d received from his parents, when Stretch was born. It seemed that hybrid, as well as human, babies weren’t all that different from monster babies.
When Calibri was securely within Blue’s hold, Sans took his arms away, hovering nearby just in case. Even Stretch had inched closer to them, peering down at the infant with undisguised curiosity and interest.
The shorter skeleton gazed down at the baby in his arms, marvelling at how warm and soft she was, so different from his and his brother’s cooler, firmer bones. Her little chest kept rising and falling with each breath she took, and her hands never stayed still for long, always moving, reaching out and retracting, tiny fingers curling and uncurling.
She was adorable.
And wonderful.
Truly worthy of being called magnificent, in Blue’s not-so-humble opinion.
Unfortunately, Calibri didn’t seem as taken with Blue as he was with her.
The young hybrid’s forehead was wrinkled, her large, golden eyes turning blue, and her lips pursing, as she looked up at the otherworldly visitor with clear unease and uncertainty. In the blink of an eye, Calibri shifted into her monster form, instinctively mimicking the weird stranger holding her.
Both Blue and Stretch gave a start, caught off guard by this sudden, and wholly unexpected, transformation. Sans chuckled at their reaction.
“heh, sorry. shoulda mentioned that was gonna happen at some point,” he apologised, somewhat insincerely, as he shrugged his shoulders at them. “hybrids can switch between their human forms and their monster forms at will. babybone here does it a bit more often than most, though.”
Eye sockets still crinkled with mirth, Sans reached a skeletal finger to poke his daughter’s cheekbone. Despite being made of bone now, the pudgy cheek still gave way under the adult’s light prodding, though not as much as when it was squishy flesh.
Blue stared at the baby skeleton he now held in his arms with amazement.
“WOWZERS! THAT’S SO COOL!” he gushed, his starry eyelights twinkling in their sockets. “I NOTICED THAT HER EYELIGHTS ALSO CHANGED COLOUR.”
He threw Sans a questioning look, to which the other monster nodded his skull.
“yeah, that happens a lot with this one, too,” he admitted, easing back into a relaxed stance, though he kept his hands free just in case he needed them. “elys and arno’s eyes usually stay the same colour, unless they’re using magic, but cali’s eye colour matches whichever colour of her magic is flowing most strongly through her Soul at the time. and that depends on what emotions she’s feelin’ strongest. frisky calls ‘em her ‘mood eyes’, heh.”
Blue nodded his understanding, before voicing another question.
“HER EYELIGHTS TURNED BLUE. LIKE MINE! DOES THAT MEAN SHE’S HAPPY RIGHT NOW?!”
Sans’s smile became strained. He lifted an arm to rub at the back of his skull, averting his own eyelights from Blue’s hopeful gaze.
“er... not... exactly,” he murmured, causing Blue’s face to fall. Raising his voice, Sans tried to sound a little more positive. “but hey! she’s just not used to you yet! you may look like me, but she can sense that we’re not the same, and she doesn’t like bein’ around strangers. but in time, i’m sure she’ll grow to like ya.”
Blue perked up considerably at that. Drawing himself up, he set his face in a determined expression.
“THAT’S RIGHT! THE MAGNIFICENT SANS IS INCREDIBLY LIKEABLE! I JUST NEED TO SHOW TINY CALIBRI HOW COOL I REALLY AM, AND WE’LL BE GREAT FRIENDS IN NO TIME! MWEH HEH HEH!!”
Calibri seemed to disagree. Not taking her cyan eyelights off of Blue, she scrunched up her face in displeasure, not at all liking the loud noises coming from the imposter father who held her. But beyond making a face, and whining slightly, she didn’t react further, to her real father’s great relief.
Stretch smiled softly at his brother, raising a hand to pat him on the shoulder, being very careful not to put too much force into the action, and jolt him while he was carrying a fragile babybone.
“of course you will, bro. how could anyone not see how cool you are? i know you two will be the best of pals before ya know it.”
Blue beamed at him, his cheekbones turning a light blue at his younger brother’s confidence in him. Then, a thoughtful expression came onto his face, as he gazed between Stretch and Calibri. Appearing to reach a decision, he turned towards Sans.
“CAN PAPY HOLD BABY CALIBRI NOW? PLEASE?? PRETTY PLEASE!?” he pleaded.
Stretch looked taken aback. Sans gave the taller skeleton a considering look, before shrugging.
“yeah, sure, why not?” he agreed easily.
Blue cheered, turning to his brother with a big smile, which Stretch struggled to return, looking more than a little nervous.
As slowly and carefully as he could, Blue deposited a cranky-looking Calibri into Stretch’s slightly trembling arms. The taller skeleton monster tried his best to follow the instructions Sans had given Blue, but he seemed very unsure of himself. He couldn’t help but worry that he was going to mess this up somehow.
His fears were proven justified when, as soon as Calibri’s full weight was resting in Stretch’s arms, a loud ‘COOOOOOOO’ erupted from within the sleeve of his hoodie.
The sound startled the baby skeleton so badly, she instantly burst into tears, shrieking at the top of her magical lungs.
Stretch shot Sans a desperate, horrified look, while Blue panicked none too quietly beside him. Sans couldn’t quite manage to stifle his laughter at the situation, though he still rushed to take his distraught daughter back into his arms.
“i’m sorry! i’m so sorry !!” Stretch cried out, looking on the verge of tears himself, as he retrieved a rubber chicken from his hoodie. “i completely forgot that was there! i didn’t mean to prank your kid! i swear!!”
Sans hugged his daughter close to his Soul, rubbing her back, and circulating his magic through his bones once more. His Soul instinctively began humming, pulsing, reaching out towards his daughter’s own tiny, fluttering Soul, embracing it in his magic.
“pfft, don’t, heh, don’t worry ‘bout it. haha!” He barely managed to get the words out, while fighting back sniggers. “it happens, i- * snrk * i get it. the old rubber chicken’s a classic! heheheh... hey, when cali’s older, i’m sure she’ll learn to appreciate a good prank, too.”
Stretch didn’t look reassured in the slightest. His whole body slumped, his skull bowed low, looking utterly dejected. Blue tried to comfort his younger brother, patting his back, and shouting encouragements to him, yelling to be heard over the sound of Calibri’s wails, however all his efforts to make Stretch feel better were in vain. The taller skeleton was inconsolable.
Sans’s attempts to calm his daughter down proved more fruitful, though. Within minutes, Calibri’s cries abated, becoming unhappy little whimpering noises, until finally, she fell asleep, tired out from all of her bawling.
Sans breathed a huge sigh of relief. Crisis successfully dealt with. Frisk would be proud.
Right on cue, as if summoned by his thoughts, the front door’s lock clicked.
All heads currently awake whipped towards the door, through which a human woman entered, carrying several grocery bags in her hands. Sans’s face lit up. With quick steps, he strode towards her, the two of them leaning in for a kiss when he reached the woman, both remaining mindful of the baby dozing away in Sans’s arms.
“welcome home, babe,” he whispered against her lips, his eyelights growing fuzzy around the edges.
“Thanks, love,” she answered back, just as softly, her eyes lidding.
Breaking apart, Sans turned to face the other two skeleton monsters, who were gaping at the couple’s open display of affection. He then motioned towards the woman with a tilt of his skull.
“i’d like to introduce you two to frisk. my lovely wife.”
Frisk nodded her head to her guests, greeting them with a bright smile.
“Hi! It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”
Blue took in her dazzling smile, her silky-looking brown hair, her pretty, light blue dress with purple flowers, and her warm gaze, her eyes the same vibrant gold as her daughter’s.
There was only one thought going through his mind right then.
“WOWZERS...”
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Sans left the room to go tuck Calibri back in her cot, after which he joined his wife in the kitchen, to help her to put away all of her purchases. When that was done, the couple returned to the living room, both carrying bowls full of nice cream, to share with their temporary guests/housemates.
“Sorry I took so long, dear,” Frisk apologised to Sans, as the two of them snuggled together on the couch. The human leaned into her husband’s side, while he slung an arm around her shoulders, drawing her in closer. “I had to grab a few extra things. Like the nice cream for everyone!” Then she turned her head towards Blue. “And I got you that cereal you like. You know, the one shaped like little stars?”
Blue looked up from his bowl of blueberry-flavoured nice cream, multicoloured sprinkles sticking to his teeth and all around his mouth. His face, and eyelights, lit up.
“OH WOWZERS! THAT ONE’S MY FAVOURITE!! HOW DID YOU KNOW??”
Frisk merely graced him with an enigmatic smile.
“I have my ways.”
Blue stared at her in admiration, his eyelights morphing into stars.
“OOOOO... SO MYSTERIOUS...!” he gushed, voice filled with awe.
Frisk giggled into her hand in response.
When Sans squeezed her shoulder, she turned her attention back to him, and fed him a spoonful of her own chocolate nice cream. His bowl was, somehow, already almost empty. All that remained were traces of ketchup.
Stretch, meanwhile, barely touched his own bowl of nice cream, the flavour of which was lost underneath the heaping helping of honey drizzled on top of it. The lanky skeleton monster was staring into his bowl, a sullen look on his face, only occasionally bringing a spoonful of the frozen desert to his mouth, clearly lost in unpleasant thoughts. Blue kept shooting him worried glances, but it was Frisk who spoke up first.
“Papyrus.” She gave him a kind smile when he dragged his attention away from his musings, and on to her. “Please don’t feel bad about what happened with Calibri. You have plenty of time to make it up to her. I’m certain your friendly Intent will be able to reach her, and she’ll warm up to you.” When Stretch appeared unconvinced, Frisk’s smile softened. “Besides, you still have the chance to make a good first impression on my other children.”
“as well as on my bro’s kids,” Sans added with a wink.
Blue gaped at him, his spoon tumbling from his hand and landing on the floor with a wet splat.
“EHHH!?!? YOUR PAPY HAS KIDS TOO?!?!?!”
Stretch looked even more blindsided by this revelation than his brother.
“this world’s me has- has kids ?” His voice was barely audible, weak and frail as it was with disbelief.
Sans chuckled at their reaction.
“yep. two – a boy, corbel, an’ a little girl, cambria,” he informed them, the warmth in his voice and smile making it obvious how deeply he cared about his niece and nephew.
“They’re away with their parents at the moment, visiting Pap’s in-laws,” Frisk piped up, scooping up another spoonful of nice cream. “But they’ll be back in a couple of days. I’m sure all of them will be delighted to meet you both.”
She raised her spoon to her mouth, but just before she could taste it, Sans beat her to it, darting forward and devouring her chocolate nice cream in one bite. The human woman scowled at her husband in mock anger, although she was unable to prevent the corners of her lips from twitching upwards. Sans winked at her, a shameless grin on his face, before he leaned toward her, simultaneously pulling her closer, and sealed her lips in a kiss, which Frisk readily returned.
Blue’s skull lit up in a bright, cyan blush at witnessing their display, and he brought his hands up to cover his eye sockets. Nevertheless, he kept peeking at the amorous couple through the gaps in his phalanges. Stretch, on the other hand, was staring vacantly into space, his bowl of honey-coated nice cream threatening to fall from his numb hands at any moment.
Upon noticing this, Blue left his seat to go to his younger brother’s side, relieving Stretch of his forgotten bowl, and setting it safely aside. With that out of the way, Blue laid a hand on Stretch’s shoulder, giving it a light shake. Blinking owlishly, with a dazed expression on his face, the taller skeleton finally took notice of his brother. Blue frowned at him, his eyelights glowing dully with concern.
“ARE YOU OKAY, PAPY? YOU SEEM A LITTLE... OUT OF IT.”
Automatically, Stretch forced a smile onto his face.
“nah, i’m fine, bro, no need to worry about me,” he tried to reassure his brother, but Blue only frowned harder at him, clearly not believing his words and unwilling to let the matter drop. Stretch wilted slightly at the look. He fidgeted in his seat, avoiding his older brother’s reproving gaze. “it’s really nothin’... ‘s just... the me of this world... he has kids... and a wife! what if... well what if i mess up again and they hate me?”
“PAPYRUS...” Blue squeezed his younger brother’s shoulder, his face softening with worry. But before he could reassure him, Stretch rushed to continue, his worries spilling out of him like water from a broken dam.
“i already made the other you’s babybone cry! what if the same thing happens with the other me’s kids?” His hands clenched in the fabric of his shorts. “what if i’m not as likeable as this other me? we’re in an alternate universe, where everyone’s personalities are swapped. we’ve seen other dadster, other alphys, and other you... that means that other me’s gonna be cool like you, sans. he’s probably really popular like you. everyone here must love him. no wonder his wife fell in love with him.” He bowed his skull low, his voice lowering to a whisper. “what if she doesn’t like me? what if... what if, in our universe... mine doesn’t like me?”
Blue didn’t hesitate for a second to reject his brother’s pessimistic words.
“THAT’LL NEVER HAPPEN!!” he asserted, tone unyielding, eyelights ablaze with conviction. He grasped Stretch’s shoulders firmly with both hands and fixed him with his intense gaze. “YOU MIGHT NOT BE AS COOL AS ME, AND YOUR FRIEND QUANTITY MIGHT BE A BIT... STAGNANT... BUT YOU’RE STILL MY BROTHER!! AND AS THE BROTHER OF THE MAGNIFICENT SANS, YOU HAVE THE POTENTIAL TO BE (ALMOST) AS MAGNIFICENT AS ME! AND I WILL, OF COURSE, HELP YOU REACH THAT POTENTIAL! WE JUST NEED TO WORK ON YOUR LAZINESS AND YOUR LAME PRANKS, AND THEN YOU’LL BE BATHING IN A SHOWER OF KISSES BEFORE YOU KNOW IT! MWEH HEH HEH!!”
Moved beyond words, Stretch could only stare at his brother’s confident grin, eye sockets glittering with light, tears beginning to form at the corners. His Soul was fairly buzzing in his rib cage. He truly had the coolest big bro ever.
Blue’s gaze softened, his near-death grip on his brother relaxing into a comforting hold.
“BESIDES... YOU’RE MY BABY BROTHER. NO MATTER WHAT, I’LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU! AND I’LL ALWAYS DO EVERYTHING I CAN TO ENSURE YOUR HAPPINESS. I’LL PROTECT YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS WITH ALL MY SOUL. AND I’LL MAKE SURE YOU’RE NEVER BONE -LY! MWEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!”
Stretch chuckled helplessly along with his brother. If anyone were to ask, he’d say that the tears streaming down his face were from laughing so hard at his brother’s amazing pun.
Across from the skeleton brothers, Sans and Frisk joined in the laughter. They were both relieved that Blue had been able to soothe Stretch’s anxiety. It had been painful for the both of them, Sans especially, to see an alternate version of Papyrus be so visibly overcome by fear and insecurity.
While their own Papyrus was no stranger to such emotions, he was able to hide them just as skilfully as his brother did. A fact which had worried Frisk immensely in the past. Thankfully, both skeleton brothers had moved past such unhealthy coping mechanisms, and were now able to be honest with both each other, and with the rest of their loved ones.
But it seemed that Stretch had yet to reach that point. Nor had he yet mastered his ability to conceal his pain behind a mask. It made Sans wonder just when in the timeline the Underswap pair were from. Certainly much earlier than any of his and his wife’s other unexpected ‘visitors’.
Regardless, the added stress of being trapped, along with his beloved older brother, in an alternate universe, one so different from his own, had clearly only exacerbated Stretch’s worries. Sans vowed to keep a close eye socket on this alternate Papyrus. No matter the universe, he would always look out for his baby bro.
Once everyone had settled down, Frisk cleared her throat, her demeanour becoming serious, as she addressed the Swap brothers.
“I assume Wings has already told you both about the Multiverse and Alternate Universes?”
The two skeletons nodded.
“YEAH. A BIT.” Blue tugged on his bandana, his earlier confidence abandoning him. His smile seemed a little forced. “I DIDN’T QUITE GET EVERYTHING HE SAID, THOUGH... IT-... IT ALL SOUNDS A BIT COMPLICATED, TO BE HONEST. AND INCREDIBLE. IT’S HARD TO WRAP MY SKULL AROUND THERE BEING A NEAR INFINITE NUMBER OF UNIVERSES... SOME COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM ANYTHING I COULD EVER IMAGINE...”
“yeah... it’s a little... overwhelming to think about,” Stretch added in a small voice.
Frisk’s gaze was sympathetic as she regarded the two of them.
“I know it’s a lot to take in. And I know how difficult it is to be stuck in a universe so alien from your own, with no idea when you’ll be able to return home.” She gave them a warm smile. “But you have each other. And you have us. And I promise you two that my family and I will do all we can to make your stay here as comfortable as possible. So please relax, and enjoy your time here, on the Surface, while you can.” She winked at them. “You two will be back home where you belong before you know it.”
Blue and Stretch smiled gratefully at her, the former with a light dusting of blue spreading across his cheekbones.
“THANK YOU, PRINCESS!!” Blue tugged bashfully at his bandana, feeling his Soul flutter at the kindness in the woman’s smile.
“wait.” Stretch frowned. “it sounds like... you’re speaking from personal experience.”
He quirked a browbone at Frisk, gaze probing. Her answering smile was unreadable.
“Back to the matter of Alternate Universes, or AUs as they’re more commonly called,” she continued, effectively dodging Stretch’s unspoken question. “I want you both to know that there are just as many possibilities for how your lives may go, as there are AUs in the Multiverse. Just because something happens in one AU, doesn’t mean it’ll happen in another.”
Stretch sat up straight in his chair when Frisk turned to fix him with a meaningful stare.
“You are not bound by the choices of this universe’s Papyrus. You’re free to make your own choices. Your future isn’t yet decided, and your fate isn’t set in stone. So don’t feel like you have to follow the same path my own Papyrus took. You have options. Including in the domain of love. You don't have to fall in love with the alternate version of my Pap’s wife. Who knows? You may well end up falling for someone else entirely. It all depends on you .”
“that’s right, other pap,” Sans chimed in. His gaze was uncharacteristically serious, his eyelights oddly sharp and intense. “Don’t forget, your choices really do matter.”
Stretch gulped, the weight of their words sinking in, even as another weight lifted off of him. He nodded, then turned away, becoming lost in thought.
Frisk turned towards Blue.
“The same goes for you. You don’t necessarily have to love the Frisk of your world.”
However, despite her reassuring tone, Blue frowned at her.
“BUT WHAT IF... I WANT TO?” he asked, a stubborn edge to his voice. There was no hint of a smile on his face, as he gazed directly into Frisk’s molten gold eyes. “THE MOMENT I LAID EYELIGHTS ON YOU, I FELT A... CONNECTION . A SPARK IN MY SOUL. LIKE... YOU’RE IMPORTANT TO ME. IN A WAY I CAN’T DESCRIBE. I’VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE IT BEFORE. BUT I WANT TO FEEL MORE OF IT. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT MEANS. I WANT TO EXPLORE THAT FEELING. WITH MY OWN FRISK.”
Then his face fell, his shoulders slumping, sadness written all across his features.
“BUT I CAN’T... MY FRISK IS ALREADY... GONE. I’LL NEVER GET TO KNOW HER. I’LL NEVER GET THE CHANCE TO... TO LOVE HER.”
A beat passed, before Frisk spoke up.
“Not necessarily,” she refuted, tone a little cautious.
Blue’s skull shot up, to stare at her with wide eye sockets.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN??” he pushed, taking an unconscious step forward, hope and hesitation warring across his face.
“If a human is determined enough, their spirit can linger in the realm of the living, even after death,” she explained, her demeanour calm in the face of Blue’s rising excitement. “It would then be possible, if difficult, to construct a suitable vessel to house this lingering spirit, so that the human can, essentially, be resurrected.”
“RE-REALLY?!?!” Blue’s face radiated hope, his whole form nearly vibrating with excitement.
Instead of replying, Frisk tugged at the gold chain around her neck, lifting it up to reveal a gold pocket watch attached to it, which had previously been hidden underneath her dress. Blue squinted at the watch. He could just about make out its metal cover, elaborately decorated with very intricate designs, or perhaps a script written in an unknown language.
While gazing intently at the watch, and without opening it, Frisk once more addressed Blue.
“If you truly wish to pursue this path, then you should speak to your universe’s Undyne,” she advised him. “She’ll be able to help you in this matter.”
Blue beamed at her.
“I WILL!! I PROMISE I’LL DO THAT AS SOON AS WE GET BACK!!” he vowed fiercely. “THANK YOU, FRISK!!”
Frisk smiled at him, tucking the pocket watch back beneath her dress, hiding it from view once again. Stretch, having pulled himself out of his pondering at some point, eyed the action with no small amount of curiosity.
“heya, frisk? what’s up with the watch?”
The human laid a hand on her chest, above where the item in question rested.
“It’s a fob watch, more or less. My mother made it for me, based on the one my father owns. It’s very special to me, so I keep it with me at all times.”
Stretch didn’t seem fully satisfied with her answer, but recognised that the woman wasn’t going to elaborate any further. Blue, however, looked intrigued.
“YOUR MOTHER MADE IT? DO YOU MEAN QUEEN TORIEL??”
Surprise flashed across Frisk’s face, before she burst into laughter. Her husband joined in with his own chuckles. Trying to supress her giggles, Frisk wiped away the tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
“Oh no, no.” She shook her head, her shoulders still lightly shaking with mirth. “I know she acts motherly all the time, but Tori isn’t my mother, she’s just a friend! I was talking about my real mother.” Her laughter subsided, as she folded her hands on her lap. “In this universe, the Monster King and Queen adopted a human named Chara. They’re the human who’s swapped roles with me in your universe. They’re the one who will be your final fallen human.”
Stretch’s gaze sharpened with keen interest at this revelation, while Blue’s eye sockets widened, as he digested this new information. Blue whispered the unfamiliar name to himself under his breath, trying to memorise it, to prepare himself for when he met the human who would one day (hopefully) free him and all monsters, back in his own AU.
Stretch leaned forward in his chair, back hunched and arms resting atop his knees.
“so, uh. what happened to the chara of this universe? if you don’t mind my askin’.”
Sans stilled, his arm tightening around his wife, phalanges digging lightly into the soft flesh of her side. Beside him, Frisk gave Stretch a brittle smile, a sorrowful glint in her eyes.
“She finally found her peace, and chose to let go of this world, entrusting it to me.” Her voice was soft, a gentle melancholy bleeding into it, before her tone became firmer. “But though my Chara may be gone forever, her hopes and dreams live on in me.”
Silence fell upon the room, as Sans held his wife, the both of them oddly solemn, each for their own reasons. The Underswap brothers hesitated over what to say, both feeling awkward in the wake of their host’s sombre words. It was Frisk who eventually broke the silence, shattering the heavy atmosphere.
“Sansy.” She patted her husband’s hand where it rested on her waist. “It’s time to pick up the kids from school.”
Sans spared the clock on the wall a brief glance, before standing up, his hands lingering around his wife for as long as possible.
“huh, so it is.” He leaned down to place a quick peck to his wife’s lips, before backing away. “be back in a sec, babe.”
The skeleton monster then departed the room using one of his shortcuts.
Blue gaped at the clock, shock etched all across his skull.
“WHAT?!?! HOW IS IT THIS LATE ALREADY?? IT HASN’T BEEN THAT LONG HAS IT??”
Stretch had a shrewd look on his face, eye sockets narrowed.
“i’ve noticed that your clock’s been acting weird all this time. the hands keep movin’ at different speeds, sometimes even jumping backwards and forwards, seemingly at random.” He levelled a considering look Frisk’s way. “your, uh, husband said that time in this universe is messed up.”
Frisk nodded her head, before looking away, her gaze distant. She absentmindedly played with the chain around her neck.
“Time doesn’t flow the way it’s supposed to, here,” she murmured. Then, she heaved a deep sigh. “That’s my fault. I made a... rash decision, a long time ago. I tried to fix my mistake as best as I could, but there were some... consequences... unintentional side-effects I could not erase.” The smile she offered the brothers was more a grimace than anything else. “It’s complicated.”
Before either skeleton monster could comment, the front door slammed open, startling the two of them. Their skulls whipped around, just in time to spot two young, seemingly human, children dash into the room. The children made a beeline for the transdimensional travellers, Sans trailing along at a leisurely pace behind them. They both came barrelling to a halt right in front of the Swap brothers, the smaller one almost crashing into the taller one, who caught him just in time.
Blue and Stretch blinked in shock at the new arrivals.
The taller one was a girl of perhaps around eight to nine years old, if Stretch were to guess from his limited knowledge of humans. Her hair was white as bone, her eyes the same light blue as his brother’s eyelights, and her smile was identical to this AU’s Sans’s lazy grin, although the mischief in her eyes gave it a sly, playful edge. The girl snickered at the two brothers.
“It’s so cool that we have new visitors! Heheheh, this is gonna be so fun!”
The smaller kid nodded enthusiastically to the girl’s words. His age was even harder to estimate, given Stretch's lack of information on human children that young. At best, the lanky skeleton assumed the boy to be around four years old, give or take a year. Like the other kid, this one also sported bone-white hair and sky-blue eyes, although the latter were often deeply squinted, like Frisk’s tended to be. Also unlike the other child, this one’s smile was pure and innocent. It reminded Stretch of his brother’s smile, especially when they were babybones.
“Uh-huh! So fun!” the younger child echoed the girl’s words, clapping his hands, his red scarf fluttering behind him.
Sans came up behind the children, placing one hand each on both tiny heads, ruffling their white hair.
“now, now, kiddos, take it easy on the new guys. they’ve only just got here.” He winked at them, his grin widening. “you don’t wanna wear them down to the bone , do ya?”
The two kids giggled at his terrible pun. Blue gaped at the group, aghast, and utterly speechless. Stretch couldn’t help but snicker to himself, though mostly at the appalled expression on his brother’s face.
“Don’t worry Papa.” The girl grinned up at Sans, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’m sure they’ll be fine. I can feel it in my bones .”
Cue more laughter from the trio. Blue looked, if possible, even more horrified at the child’s pun. Stretch would’ve been tempted to comfort his brother, if he weren’t bent over with laughter.
When Frisk stepped forward, the children rushed to her side, throwing their arms around her as she bent down to receive their hugs. They mumbled something too muffled to make out, and in response, Frisk pressed a kiss to both of their heads.
“Welcome home, my darlings,” she whispered softly to them, before standing up, keeping her arms around them.
“Other Sans, Other Papyrus,” she nodded to the Underswap brothers, her smile bright and full of love for the children by her side, as Sans came to stand next to her. “I’d like you two to meet our daughter, Elys.” The girl waved at them. “And our son, Arno.” A wave from the boy this time.
Stretch let out a breathless “nyeh”, looking more than a little dazed. His gaze kept going from one child to the other, eye sockets comically wide.
Blue, meanwhile, had recovered from his horror at the truly awful wordplay he’d unwillingly borne witness to, and was once again filled with excitement and wonder. His Soul was thrumming, his bones almost rattling, as his starry eyelights roved over the children, noting each and every similarity they bore to both their parents, and (to his great amazement) to himself.
Just as with their mother, the only thought going through Blue’s mind while looking at his alternate self’s children, was-
“WOWZERS!!”
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With the introductions out of the way, the two children immediately swarmed their otherworldly guests, babbling excitedly to each other.
“Woah, Arno look at his outfit!”
“He has armour! Like Uncle Pap!”
“And look at his bandana! It’s so cool!”
“Yeah! It’s so puffy! It looks like bunny ears!”
“Heheh! You’re right Bro, it does!”
Blue tugged self-consciously at his bandana, flattening the ends to look slightly less rabbit-like, while the kids turned their attention to the other skeleton. Stretch froze, eye sockets wide, like a deer in headlights, as the two hybrids began poking and prodding at his clothes.
“Pfft, his hoodie is the same colour as a carrot.”
“It smells really sweet, Sis.”
“Must be from the honey he spilled on it. Ew, sticky, heheh!”
Elys poked at a fresh honey stain, giggling as the sugary substance threatened to glue her fingers together.
Stretch felt like dusting, as a mortified orange blush crept onto his skull. He wished he’d washed his clothes earlier, like his brother constantly nagged him to. He gave a start as the children started digging through his pockets, pulling out his many, many, many joke props.
“Woah! There’s so many , Sis!”
“I know! And there doesn’t seem to be any end to them, either! Are his pockets bottomless?!”
“Endless pockets! Like Papa’s! Hee hee!”
“Hey Bro, think we’re gonna find a quantum physics book in here too?”
“Oooh! Maybe! Let’s look!”
And the two of them all but dived into Stretch’s pockets, shoving their arms in elbow deep.
That was the last straw – Stretch couldn’t bear their rough treatment any longer. Not only was his embarrassment reaching boiling point, but their little hands were digging into his bones and he was feeling uncomfortably ticklish. Any more and he wouldn't be able to contain his laughter. And he absolutely did not want anyone knowing where his weak spots were. He had a strong suspicion these kids wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage of that knowledge. It’s what he would do.
“let’s not!” he objected, taking hold of their searching hands and pulling them out of his pockets. “please don’t manhandle the skeleton!”
The two children whined in disappointment, but didn’t otherwise refuse him or protest, and backed away from Stretch obligingly. At the kids’ easy compliance, Stretch breathed a sigh of relief, and bent down to retrieve all of his comedy props, stuffing them all back into his pockets haphazardly.
Blue eyed the piles of joke objects with disgust. He furrowed his brows deeply, wanting to toss out all of his brother’s prank materials, so that they would never be used on him again, but managed to hold himself back. As much as he considered Stretch’s pranks to be the bane of his existence, he would tolerate them, if only for his brother’s sake. He would never take away his younger brother’s fun, no matter how much it came at his (and everyone else’s) expense.
Frisk came up behind her children and placed a hand on their shoulders. She smiled apologetically at the Underswap brothers, a light blush dusting her cheeks.
“I’m sorry about my children. They both get so excited when we have interesting new guests! I hope they didn’t upset you two. I know their exuberance can be a bit much if you’re not used to it.”
Elys and Arno tried their best to look suitably contrite, though only Arno managed to pull off the look convincingly. Elys’s grin was still decidedly mischievous, as she and her brother mumbled their apologies to the spatially-and-temporally-displaced skeleton brothers.
Blue waved off their apologies, flashing them a good-natured smile.
“IT’S ALRIGHT FRISK! LITTLE ELYS! LITTLER ARNO! THE MAGNIFICENT SANS UNDERSTANDS!! YOU TWO KIDS COULDN’T HELP BUT BE IN AWE OF MY COOLNESS, AND JUST HAD TO ADMIRE ME FROM UP CLOSE!! I TOTALLY GET IT!! MWEH HEH HEH!!”
Stretch merely shrugged his shoulders, and muttered, “what he said”.
Frisk’s smile softened. She inclined her head towards Blue and Stretch, ignoring the way Elys snickered under her breath with the ease of practice.
“How very kind of you, Other Sans, Other Papyrus. How about we try this again? I think a redo of greetings is in order.” She gently squeezed her daughter’s shoulder in warning. “And this time we’ll all make a good first impression, won’t we?”
“Yes Mama!” her children answered back dutifully, before they each took turns introducing themselves once more.
Elys was first. “I’m Elys, and I’m pleased to meet you two! I can’t wait to get to know you both better.”
Followed by her brother. “I’m Arno! I love hugs and Mama’s cookies! Let’s have lotsa fun together~!”
Frisk carded her fingers through her children’s hair, smiling down at them, affection written all across her face.
Blue beamed at them, then struck a pose, with his gloved fists planted on his hips. Even his bandana seemed to flare up, like a rabbit on full alert.
“MWEH HEH HEH!! IT’S GREAT TO MEET YOU TWO! I AM THE MAGNIFICENT SANS!! RIDDLER EXTRAORDINAIRE! MASTER TACO CHEF! EXPERT FRIEND! FUTURE GUARDSMAN! AND AN ALL ROUND VERY STRONG AND VERY CAPABLE MONSTER!!”
Elys and Arno clapped their hands and Blue preened at their applause.
Then, all heads turned towards Stretch.
The youngest skeleton monster shrunk back as everyone’s attention fell on him. He almost seemed to try to hide behind his brother’s back, despite being twice as tall as him, and gave the kids a timid wave. Sans clicked his tongue at him, and nudged his daughter.
“c’mon kiddo, go show this other pap how we greet new pals here.”
He shot her a sly wink, which she returned, identical wide grins on their faces.
With purposeful steps, Elys approached Stretch and extended her hand towards him.
“C’mon Other Uncle Pap. Let’s be friends! Won’t you shake my hand?”
Stretch felt a tremor go through his Soul at being called ‘uncle’. He stood rooted to the spot, as his Soul trembled lightly.
Blue gave him a reassuring smile and a pat on the back, before moving aside.
“GO ON, PAPY! THIS IS YOUR CHANCE TO MAKE A GOOD FIRST IMPRESSION ON YOUR NEW FRIEND!!”
The taller skeleton hesitated for a few seconds, before he tentatively stepped away from his brother, and toward Elys. He came to a halt in front of her and straightened up nervously, before abruptly realising that the way he now towered over her might be intimidating for her, and promptly hunched over again. The way his spine curved and his knees bent was a little uncomfortable, but at least he was eye level with the kid.
Elys squinted her eyes at him, smile still firmly in place, and wriggled her fingers at him in invitation.
Stretch gulped, trying to collect himself. He took a moment to make sure that he didn’t have anything hidden up his sleeve this time, before raising a shaky hand to grip the young girl’s.
As soon as his hand tightened around hers, a loud “PFFFFTTTTTT” resounded throughout the room.
For one brief, terrifying, Soul-tearing second, Stretch thought that he’d made the same mistake as before and had just unwittingly pranked another poor, unsuspecting child. He’d messed up again . The kid would hate him. Her family would never forgive him. His brother would be so disappointed in him.
But before panic could truly set in, Elys burst into raucous laughter. Her father’s chuckles soon joined hers. Stretch could only stare dumbly at Elys, as the young hybrid released his hand to lift up hers, showing off the small, pink whoopee cushion grasped in it.
“Heheheh! The old whoopee cushion in the hand trick is always funny! Right, Papa?”
She flashed her father a bright grin. Sans responded with a wink, and reached over to ruffle her hair with a proud smile.
“right you are, kiddo. heh, ya really got him good, elys. nice one,” he praised his daughter, who beamed at him in response.
As the realisation set in that it was Elys who had pranked him , Stretch gradually relaxed, his Soul settling down. He almost sagged with relief. He hadn’t messed up. He’d just fallen victim to the same sort of practical joke that he’d often played on others, especially his brother.
Who also appeared to be laughing, Stretch noticed, as Blue tried vainly to stifle his giggles behind his gloved fists. Even Frisk and the other kid, Arno, were laughing, although the human looked faintly embarrassed at her family’s shenanigans. Her long-suffering look spoke volumes about the frequency of such pranks.
With his earlier worries having fled him, Stretch began snickering as well. That really was a well-executed prank, he had to admit. The kind of prank that he’d have pulled, as a matter of fact. He couldn’t help feeling impressed that someone had actually managed to get one over on him, for the first time since he was a babybone. That was quite a feat.
“your dad’s right, pal. that was a nice prank,” he readily agreed, hands sinking into his pockets. Elys puffed up proudly at his words. Then Stretch leaned forward slightly, a smirk on his face. “but it’ll take more’n that to rattle my bones , heh. i’m a master prankster, squirt.”
Elys’s grin widened, a devious glint entering her eyes.
“Oh? Is that a challenge?”
Stretch’s expression matched hers, his earlier hesitation and nervousness nothing but a distant memory.
“you bet, small fry. lemme show ya how a pro wins a prank war. next time, the joke’s gonna be on you .”
Elys’s grin turned defiant, her blues eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Nuh uh! Make no bones about it, I’m gonna win!”
Stretch snickered as she childishly stuck her tongue out at him. He could feel his normally lacklustre energy and enthusiasm rise to meet hers. He hadn’t felt this motivated in a long time.
“oh ho! our battle will be legendary. i can feel it in my bones, nyeh heh.”
Their banter was abruptly cut short by Blue, who stomped his foot, an incensed look on his skull. His cerulean eyelights gleamed sharply, as they flit between his younger brother and his alternate self’s child.
“NO! STOP!” he ordered, crossing his arms in front of him in the shape of an X. “THOSE WERE TERRIBLE!! AWFUL!! LOW EFFORT!! LAZY PUNS!! YOU TWO NEED TO LEARN TO PUT SOME MORE BACKBONE INTO YOUR JOKES!!!”
There was a beat of silence, before the room dissolved into more laughter. Blue put his hands on his hips, surveying the laughing faces around him with a pleased grin.
Frisk was the first to recover. As her giggles died down, she fell silent and tilted her head, eyes closed and seeming to listen to something.
“It’s Cali’s feeding time again,” she announced, fiddling idly with the gold chain around her neck.
Her husband inclined his skull to her in a nod.
“gotcha, babe. i’ll go fetch the babybone, while you prepare her milk.”
Frisk nodded her affirmative, and the both of them left to accomplish their individual tasks.
Elys shot Stretch a mischievous smirk, which the monster returned. The two looked ready to resume their pun battle, and Blue eyed them suspiciously. Thankfully, Sans returned before either prankster had the chance to test Blue’s patience for bad puns.
Baby Calibri was wide awake, and still in her monster form, golden eyelights darting all about the place as she took in her change of surroundings from within the safety and comfort of her father’s arms. When her siblings dashed towards the two of them, the baby’s eyelights zeroed in on them. Recognising her older siblings, Calibri’s face lit up, and her toothless mouth lifted up into a happy smile.
“Hi Baby Sis,” Elys greeted her, booping the baby’s nasal bone and giggling at her sister’s confused expression, the infant almost going cross-eyed as she tried to look at where Elys had poked her.
“Hiya Baby Sis!” Arno echoed his older sister, lifting himself up onto his tiptoes to gaze at his younger sister. Calibri babbled cheerfully at him, and Arno caught one of her flailing hands in his. His smile was soft as her tiny fingers curled around his.
Blue wanted to coo at how sweet the three of them were being. It melted his Soul to see how strong the bond between the siblings was. He hoped that his future children, if he were lucky enough to have any someday, would be just as close.
Stretch inched towards them with cautious steps, still painfully aware of how poorly his last interaction with Calibri had gone. He dearly hoped to make amends with the baby. However, as soon as she caught sight of him, Calibri’s tiny, skeletal face crumpled into a grimace, and she started whining, her volume steadily increasing. Stretch hastily backpedalled, beads of sweat forming on his bony brow.
But before the baby could launch into a full-blown tantrum, Elys moved to block Stretch from Calibri’s view.
“Hey Cali! Look at me!” Elys covered her face with her hands, “Peak-a-” then lifted her hands away, simultaneously changing into her monster form, as she shouted, “Bone!”
Calibri squealed in delight, her previous upset completely forgotten. Everyone heaved a huge sigh of relief.
With that crisis averted, Blue stared at the now skeletal Elys with star-shaped eyelights.
“WOWZERS!! IT’S SO COOL HOW YOU CAN SWITCH FORMS LIKE THAT!!”
Elys grinned back at him.
“Heheh, thanks, Other Papa!”
Blue’s Soul pulsed at the name, almost thumping against his ribs. His bones rattled with joy, his eye sockets widening and his starry eyelights going fuzzy.
Arno bounced up and down on the tips of his feet, causing his long, red scarf to flap behind him.
“I can do it too!” he asserted, then promptly changed into his monster form as well. “See!”
Blue looked positively giddy.
“WOWZERS!!! YOU BOTH LOOK LIKE LITTLE SKELETON MONSTERS!!!” he gushed, tone full of awe. He was quite literally vibrating with excitement at that point, although he eyed the two elder hybrids’ white hair with curiosity. “EXCEPT FOR THE HAIR. WHY DO YOU TWO STILL HAVE HAIR IN THIS FORM??”
The two small skeletons giggled.
“ ’Cause Mama thinks it’s funny,” Elys answered, Arno nodding his agreement beside her.
Blue nodded his skull in understanding.
“I SEE. THAT MAKES PERFECT SENSE!”
“uh huh,” Stretch agreed, still keeping his distance from Calibri, who was beginning to squirm in her father’s arms, making soft, discontented sounds.
Sans gently rocked his youngest child, shushing her softly.
“easy there, babybone,” he murmured to her. “mama’s gonna be back with your milk any moment now. just gotta be patient.”
Right on cue, Frisk walked into the room, shaking a baby bottle filled with milk.
“Here we are then – warm monster milk for my little angel.”
Stretch raised a browbone at her.
“monster milk? she doesn’t eat human food?” he questioned.
Frisk smiled softly at his query.
“She does. But she’s half monster, so she needs to eat monster food as well as human food,” Frisk patiently explained. “It’s the same for all hybrids. Even when they’re still in their mother’s womb.” She gave the Underswap brothers a meaningful look. “Which is something you two will need to keep in mind, in case you ever have hybrid children of your own.”
Blue and Stretch nodded solemnly at her words. The elder skeleton monster’s expression was particularly serious, as he etched this information into his mind, in preparation for the future he so fervently hoped for. He’d make sure to learn how to expertly cook both human and monster food, so that one day, he could cook something that would make both his wife and their children smile.
Blue was shaken out of his dreams of a bright future, when Sans approached him. The older monster held out his infant daughter invitingly.
“here. wanna feed her, buddy?”
Blue was taken aback by Sans’s offer, and let out an excited gasp.
“REALLY?!?!”
Frisk joined them, stroking her youngest child’s downy head when Calibri reached her hands up towards her.
“Of course,” she assured Blue. “If you want to, that is.”
Blue barely restrained himself from bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.
“I DO!! I REALLY DO!!”
Both Frisk and Sans chuckled at his enthusiasm. With careful, measured movements, Sans transferred his baby girl into Blue’s arms for the second time that day. When Calibri was once more secured within Blue’s hold, Frisk held out the baby bottle to Blue, who took it with all the reverence of someone receiving a sacred treasure, instead of a common, glass bottle. After some instruction from the baby’s parents, Blue then placed the clear, silicone teat to Calibri’s mouth, and waited for her to latch onto it, with an expectant look on his skull.
However, Calibri refused. Her brow wrinkled and her now blue eyelights glowed dully, as she repeatedly pushed the teat out of her mouth with her tongue.
Thankfully, Arno was quick to act, as he reached up to grab one of Calibri’s hands, effectively taking her attention off of the weird, annoying stranger trying to feed her, and onto her beloved older brother.
“Cali! Baby Sis! It’s okay!” he cooed to his little sister, who babbled happily back to him, her eyelights returning to their usual bright, molten gold hue. “This Other Papa is really nice. He’s not scary at all! So be a good girl and drink your milk, okay? Mama and Papa said that you need to drink all your milk to grow up big and strong, like them!”
With Calibri suitably distracted by her brother’s presence, she allowed the bottle’s nipple into her mouth and reflexively began suckling it. Blue was mesmerised by the cute, little noises the baby made as she gulped down her milk without fuss.
Arno kept up a steady stream of encouragement the whole time, as his younger sister guzzled down all her milk, her gold eyelights focused on her brother’s warm, familiar smile.
Once the bottle had been emptied, Sans and Frisk explained to Blue how to burp Calibri. The transdimensional traveller was initially appalled by the idea of coaxing a baby into doing something so disgusting, but once he understood the necessity of the action, he was more than willing to comply. He was extremely careful to not put too much force into his pats to the baby’s back, and once Calibri had expelled all of her trapped gas, Blue looked relieved that he’d done his job properly.
He did look to the child’s parents for confirmation, just to be sure.
“You did really well, dear, thank you,” Frisk assured him.
“yup. good job, pal,” Sans concurred, offering him a thumbs up.
“YAY!!” Blue cheered. He then turned to Arno, beaming at him gratefully. “AND THANK YOU, ARNO!! YOU WERE VERY HELPFUL!!”
Arno smiled up at him, head tilted to the side bashfully as he gripped the end of his scarf.
“Aww, you’re welcome, Other Papa. I didn’t do nothin’ special. Mama and Papa taught me to always throw a bone to those who need help.”
Blue was startled by the unexpected pun for a brief moment, before chuckling in surprised delight.
“MWEH HEH HEH! NOW THAT WAS A GOOD PUN!!”
However, Arno only blinked up at him in confusion.
“What was?”
Blue stared at him. Arno stared back, innocently clueless expression plastered all over his face. Sans and Elys both snickered helplessly. It slowly dawned on Blue that the young boy had no idea that he’d just told a pun. Blue was at a loss for words for a few seconds, before finally beaming at Arno in amazement.
“WOWZERS!! YOU’RE A NATURAL, ARNO!! KEEP IT UP, AND YOU’LL EVEN RIVAL MY EXPERT WORDPLAY SOME DAY!!”
Arno still looked clueless as to what he’d done, but that didn’t stop an eager, pleased smile from forming on his face.
“Wowie! Thanks, Other Papa!”
“NO PROBLEM, MWEH!!”
The others all chuckled at their exchange.
In Blue’s arms, Calibri let out a big yawn. She’d finally grown used to being held by this loud, overly excitable, alternate version of her father, and had relaxed enough to fall asleep. With a full belly, she drifted off to sleep, lulled by the voices of her family around her.
Blue gazed, entranced, at the baby’s peaceful expression. Her mouth was slightly open, soft breaths escaping her each time her chest rose and fell. Occasionally, Calibri would twitch in her sleep, or some pleasant dream would cause her to smile unconsciously.
It made something in Blue’s Soul clench, knowing that this innocent, helpless baby, the child of an alternate version of himself , trusted him enough to sleep so soundly in his arms.
As he looked up, he took in the happy smiles on the faces of all the people around him.
The confident, laidback other him, the human woman with the dazzling smile and bewitching eyes, the young girl with the cheeky grin, the younger boy with the innocent smile, and his brother, who had come closer, to stand right beside him without him realising it.
His brother, who had recently started acting strange (well, stranger than usual), although he tried hard to hide it from Blue.
His brother, who now wore a soft, peaceful, contented look on his face. It was a look Blue realised, with a start, that he hadn’t seen for a long time. Too long. Far too long for his baby brother.
Sure, things hadn’t been... the best, back home, what with being trapped Underground, with limited space, no sun, and a growing population... and especially not since what happened to their father, but...
But that didn’t mean that they couldn’t be happy! That his brother couldn’t be happy!
With growing resolve in his Soul, Blue vowed that he and his brother would make the very best of their time in this amazing alternate universe. They’d learn all that they could to prepare themselves for achieving this same outcome in their universe as well. They’d enjoy themselves to the absolute fullest, soaking up the sun, gazing at the stars (the stars! Blue would finally be able to look at real stars !), and spending time with the humans on the Surface.
Blue was determined that the two of them would have the time of their lives here!
The future was looking bright for him and his brother, and Blue had only one thing to say to that:
“WOWZERS!!!”
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I actually have several ideas for some notable events that happen during the Swap bros' stay in this universe, so I'll write a handful of little snippets of their impromptu vacation. Just some of the things they get up to that I find kinda interesting (like meeting the Great Papyrus and his family, can't forget about them!).
I have a couple of other things I'm working on at the moment, so I have no idea which of those is coming up next. I'll just see where inspiration takes me.
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cocpcoco · 4 months
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@elys-and-arno-week
Day7 : happy birthday shayromi ✨
Elys and Arno belongs to @shayromi ✨
I hope everyone like it ^^
Enjoy✨
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broomiepen · 8 months
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"Sleep"💤
Elys and arno by @shayromi ✨
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shayromi · 1 year
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@fransweek 2023 day 3 - Tears
Betrayal
|Frans Family Masterpost|
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theroyalsandi · 5 months
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Grand Ducal Family of Luxembourg - Prince Francois of Luxembourg with his parents, The Hereditary Grand Duke and Grand Duchess of Luxembourg, visited the Elysis accommodation structure in Neudorf, which has the special purpose of offering its residents art therapy and music therapy | October 24, 2023
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sharkowskii · 11 months
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Frans-Monthly: April Sports!
@frans-monthly​
Elys and Arno belongs to @shayromi ~
Im a ghost! :D
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carlyraejepsans · 23 days
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I do wonder how many people who consider soriel problematic don't see frans as problematic (which it's arguably even more problematic given Frisk's approximate age). Like, I personally do consider age gaps icky at times, but in the end soriel is between adults so it's none of my business, there's nothing morally wrong with it. But, like I really would love to hear what that kind of age gap haters has to say about frans
not many anymore i guess. that idea (sans and frisk are both 18ish) was very widespread early in the fandom, but it's gotten debunked pretty clearly multiple times and eventually like. either faded into obscurity, or morphed into "i aged them up". people know that frisk is a child. if they still ship it (and don't age frisk up either) it's because they frankly don't care about the problematic aspect of it. I've found it's kind of inescapable with japanese fanartists. at least all the "big ones" i know. ya just gotta arm yourself with the best blacklist you can and hope the filters don't shit themselves
but anyway, to go back to your questions, people who deem soriel problematic nowadays either like some other sans ship (like him and grillby. or him and napstablook????? apparently). they don't think he's frisk aged, more early 20s, so they do say he has a "mother and son relationship" with tori, and thus a "big brother relationship" with frisk. better make sure your found family follows the nuclear structure!!!
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