#i intend to let papyrus say fuck in this but there's no space

[nnnlazyshit]

Bar night.

#undertale #ut #toriel dreemurr #sans the skeleton #papyrus the skeleton #frisk the human #flowey the flower #toriel #sans #papyrus #frisk #my art #i intend to let papyrus say fuck in this but there's no space

[battlemaiden13]

I saw your house of yandere post on the boys reaction to mc snapping at them due to the boy's hitting a raw nerve; if it's okay with you may I get something with that but the mc straight up slapping them hard, it doesn't kill sans/red/etc but the intent to hurt is definitely there and felt?

Here is the question they are referring to

WARNING: Yandere, Blood, gore, toxic Relations

Sans -He is in shock and just stands there for a second. When he turns back to you his eyelights are gone and he has an eerie smile. He does register it's you though so he freezes, anyone else would have been dust but you, he cares for you. So instead he lets it go and actually tries to see why you were so upset. He might not fix it but you got him to listen

Papyrus -He grabs your wrist telling you that hitting is not nice and he wants an apology. There is something in his tone that tells you his seriousness. You might have just pissed him off which is something you had never seen before and you aren’t sure how he will react. Least of all being put in solitary until you apologize to him. 

Red -He grabs your wrist painfully tightly and growls. He is not happy about this at all and he intends to show you. Even if you didn’t want to kill him, that hurt. He does do much but scare you and bruise your wrist, storming off so he can calm down. He comes back later and actually apologizes under his breath but he does try to do better.  

Edge -He’s shocked and you think you see him genuinely mad for the first time. He composes himself quickly but practically demands an explanation. You're Not leaving until you have a conversation and tell him what is wrong and he tells you he does not appreciate being hit when you have your words. You're not a child and next time you hit him he won’t be as lenient.  

Blue -He grabs your wrist immediately after. He’s quiet as he holds it tightly, breathing heavily. He watches you as he slowly tightens his grip until he hears the tell tale pop of a dislocation and then he still holds tighter. When you are on the ground, crying in pain, he lets you go cheerily saying something about going to play a game. You should really only touch him when he says you can. 

Orange -Has no idea what he did or said to hit that nerve but he played it up. He falls back and looks terrified of you. After all up to this point he’s been the only one helping you, he’s been completely normal but one mistake and you slap him he will milk it. Make you the bad guy, after all he knows how to make you feel guilty, he knows almost everything about you. It probably wasn’t even him that set you off, it was probably a bunch of things piling on and he just was the last to say something that pissed you off. 

Berry -He pauses and you think he’s pissed but his skull turns purple and he can’t stop his tongue forming. When he looks up at you you know you fucked up. He’s breathing heavily practically begging for more, he has no idea what he did but he’ll do it again if he can get hit one more time by you. 

Syrup -He is crushed and immediately apologies. He doesn’t mind getting his honestly but he’s really upset that he hurt you and just wants to make it better. He backs off and gives you space, well more space, he’ll never really leave you alone. He does make it up to you though, some gifts and apologies.

#Undertale #undertale Imagines #undertale sans #undertale papyrus #underfell #underfell papyrus #underfell sans #underswap #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #swapfell #swapfell sans #swapfell papyrus #yandere #undertale yandere

[freshouttaparsnips]

all Edge wants is for this to last forever

he gets his wish

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this is a fic ive wanted to start up for a while, i hope you all enjoy it :D mind the tags!!

tags: Fluff, Schmoop, Hurt/Comfort, More comfort than hurtl Chronic Illness, Wheelchairs, Growing Old Together, Friends to Lovers, Lovers to Married Couple, fast burn

read chapter 1 on Ao3

or read it below!!

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The first night that Edge (and wasn’t the new name a bit of a kick in the teeth) found himself in this new, strange land, he found he didn’t like it one bit.

Everything was soft. Which should have been a blessing, should have been something that let him relax for once in his stars damed life, but he couldn’t trust it. Couldn’t let himself back down from being ready for a fight for his life at all times.

It’d been beat into him enough to watch his blind spot that when Sans (not his brother, never his brother) walked up behind him, he was prepared.

“What the fuck do you want?”

Sans didn’t back up, didn’t get out of his space, simply kept walking until he stood next to Edge, no longer where he couldn’t really see him without turning fully. He glanced up at Edge with no reproach, no redirected anger of his own. Only a question of Edge’s wellbeing in a well meaning expression. It was respectful, surprisingly so, and it knocked a bit of the air out of Edge’s anger.

“I apologize, Sans. What do you need?”

There was a laugh, breathed out as a sigh, as Sans stood next to him, staring out at the party that had started despite Edge’s better judgment. He’d spoken against this party, but Papyrus had wanted to celebrate the arrival of the new ones (Slim and Razz, what names to force upon the unsuspecting fools). So celebrate they had, leaving Edge on the outskirts to keep a watch on everything.

It was always left to him. Red didn’t even watch his back these days, too infatuated with this Papyrus and Blue.

Sans finally spoke, leaning with his back against the wall. “Figured you looked a ‘lil lonely over here. Might need some company that isn’t drunk.”

Edge grimaced at the reminder. Even Papyrus was drunk, the majority of them over in the far corner singing along with a karaoke machine. Every high pitched, poorly toned shout of lyrics made his head pound more and more; he was sure he’d have a headache by the end of the night.

Still, it showed a surprising amount of mindfulness on Sans’ part. That he even cared about Edge’s comfort was a bit of a shock, but maybe it shouldn’t have been. While none of them had been all that happy about being thrown from their worlds to this farce of a peace land, Sans had seemed to take it the worst, in the beginning. He didn’t trust any of them, barely tolerated Red and Blue and Stretch. Edge though… he avoided.

At the time Edge hadn’t known why, and hadn’t cared to ask. Now, though…

“Why do you care?” It came out a bit more harsh than he intended, but with Sans huffing a snort, he figured it wasn’t too awful.

“Why do I care?” he repeated back, staring with eyes that saw too much at the crowd of skeletons and monsters and humans alike.

“I care ‘cause I know what’s its like to have the damn rug thrown out from under ya.”

He didn’t say anything else, but he didn’t really have to. Edge had seen the scars on him and Papyrus both and knew they’d suffered the same fate of creation the rest of them had. He didn’t need to look at Sans’ HP to know his hope was low, that he was hanging on for his brother and that was about it.

It made something awaken in him, something that felt warm in a way he hadn’t felt in a long ass time.

He followed Sans around the rest of the night, much like a loyal dog. Sans never mentioned it, and didn’t seem all that put out by sober company. Eventually Sans headed for the kitchen to grab a cheese tray to replace the old, decimated one, and was heading through the doorway when a stray puddle of what looked like soda caught his foot and sent both him and the tray sailing.

Edge didn’t take a second to think about it, catching Sans with blue magic and drawing him close. A quick check of his HP showed he was fine, just startled, and when Edge set him down to start cleaning up the mess, he continued to stand there, a little shell shocked.

It took nearly two seconds to clean up the spill, something that made Edge a little peeved seeing as how there were multiple 1 HP skeletons around that could have met the same, if not worse fate than Sans had.

He’d have to talk to Papyrus about getting so drunk he was passed out when his brother was around people he didn’t know so well. He thought it wouldn’t have been an issue, but perhaps it had been an oversight.

The stars knew Papyrus had had his eyelights glued on Red most of the night. Edge shouldn’t have been so surprised that a minor Pepsi spill had been missed.

But that didn’t soften his anger any more about it, especially not when he caught Sans with a slight limp, making his way back to the slightly more calm couch area. Edge followed immediately, settling onto the seat next to him as he plopped down.

“Does it need healed?” he asked, Sans seemingly surprised that he’d even noticed.

“Naw, just a sprain. Didn’t even touch my HP, which you already know.” At that he gave Edge a stink eye, not that it made Edge feel any less aggravated at the party as a whole.

It was loud, the people around them stunk of alcohol, he didn’t know where his brother was, and Sans had almost gotten hurt in a way that would have changed the course of the night in a bad way.

But, sitting next to him, he watched as Sans rummaged around in the couch for the TV remote, humming a video game tune as he held it aloft before clicking through the channels.

“You seem like a Great British Bake Off kinda guy.” Sans said, like that was supposed to mean anything, but as he found the channel he wanted, settling into the couch like he owned it, Edge found that it wasn’t that bad of a show.

Not with the warmth of someone who cared next to him.

#fresh writes #undertale #fontcest #kedgeup #fluff #hurt/comfort #growing old together

[songfell-ut]

Chapter 3, still a-comin’

Cirumstances, am I right, folks?

If you didn’t make it through Chapter 2 or this is all 100% new, welp, this is a continuation of this comic by @lostmypotatoes, after which Frisk has gotten him to be her witchly apprentice, but now he’s trying to flake on her. ACTION

Sans was getting soft in his old age, or maybe from proximity to someone as aggressively good-hearted as the High Priestess, because he found he didn't want to demolish the entire wall. For one thing, without his magic, it'd be too much effort. More importantly, though, Frisk's rooms were many, many stories above the ground, and falling masonry could kill or injure someone below who hadn't earned it. Most important of all: Frisk would probably end up trying to help dig them out and put herself in danger.

He also figured that he had time to do things neatly and cost her less in repairs. Everything had been loosened by that first colossal blow, but he had to give it a few more whacks before he could start pulling it apart, making a pile of glass shards, wood paneling, bricks and stones in front of her office. Luckily, whoever had constructed the outside wall hadn't done a great job, or else it would've taken him all night. A carefully judged body-slam was enough to weaken the remaining support structures; a few kicks and a yank created a space big enough for the giant skeleton to squeeze through, and then he could see the barrier itself.

Panting, Sans took a moment to survey his handiwork. It sucked to exert himself like that, but he figured that sometimes in life, you just had to punch things until they broke.

Unfortunately, he didn't have that option with the barrier. The old stories came back to him as he stared at the golden latticework hovering outside the ruined wall. How was he going to get through without touching it directly or throwing something big enough to hurt someone below?

His eyes fell on the worktable and the vials of stuff he'd made this afternoon. Four hadn't been infused yet. Sans grabbed one, pulled off the cork and, with a speck of magic, willed the liquid to boil, burn, dissolve anything it touched. It promptly began to fizzle and hiss in his hand, and he had to fling it away like an idiot before it started eating through his metacarpals.

He did one thing right in throwing it at the barrier, which instantly melted and let the chilly night air wash over him. Outside, moonlight shadowed the bricks of a nearby wall that stretched almost all the way to the ground, ending in the roof of a building only a couple stories high. He could hop out, grab onto the brick edifice, climb down safely and be gone before Frisk even got back up here, never mind moving the statue and getting the doors open. From there, it'd only be a matter of time before his magic regenerated and he could take a shortcut home.

Poor Frisk. She'd tried. Hell, she'd survived his murder attempts and taught him a few things, and he'd never forget her.

Anyway, she was better off losing track of him and finding a smaller, tamer monster to work with. What was she even getting from him being here, besides a hell of a lot of trouble?

The question was supposed to be rhetorical, but as if in reply, he thought of Frisk standing at the worktable with her arm up those ridiculously oversized trousers, grinning and saying, "The pleasure of your company," looking up at him like...well, like he was her friend, not an inferior or a dangerous monster or a giant pain in the ass, pun absolutely intended. Of course, it wasn't as if she had many other friends, but he couldn't tell himself that she was just using a captive freak to keep her company; he already knew her too well for that.

This, right here. This was why he needed to leave now. The skeleton took a few steps back, gauging the distance to—

Whhhsh went something in his mental ear. He jerked around to see Frisk standing half in his shadow, half in the moonlight, with her veil in her hand and absolute murder in her eye. "Sans." It was a whisper, lost in the wind.

Shit fuck shit shit shiiiiiiit fuckity fuck SHIT rang in his head as the satchel hit the floor. "Frisk?" he whispered.

Frisk beckoned him closer with one finger. Unbelieving, he knelt, and she punched him so hard that he almost felt it. "Here is what's going happen," she said as he touched his jaw. "I assume you've blocked the doors, so you will go and unblock them, and I'll tell the guard that you were—we'll say you were fighting off an assassin, and everyone will be impressed when they see how much damage you did trying to kill him before he escaped. Won't they?"

Sans nodded helplessly. "How...how'd you...?"

"How did I get here?" She tossed the veil aside, letting it drift to the floor. "Let me tell you a story, Sans. Once upon a time – yesterday morning – I had a long talk with Dr. Serif. He said you probably didn't intend to stay for a whole month, and I needed to be on my guard, just in case you decided to pull a stunt like this. I didn't want to believe him, but I followed his advice, and lo and behold, less than a week later, I caught my lying, backstabbing apprentice trying to break his word because he was apparently too bored with me to waste time learning crucial information for the survival of his entire race! The end!"

Frisk had to pause for breath. The boss monster took great exception to that last accusation, and he doubted that was actually the end of the story, but he was afraid to interrupt. "Do you see this?" she continued. Sans flinched as the tiny woman ripped off her brooch and brandished it at him. "Dr. Serif brought it yesterday afternoon. It seems he'd taken some of your magic while you were unconscious, and not only did he refuse to return it to you, he said I couldn't be here every hour of the day, and I needed to have this if you ever tried to break loose. He infused it with enough of your power to teleport myself one time." Another deep breath. "Do you have any idea how angry I am that he was right, and I was right to listen? And do you know how sick to my stomach I feel right now?!" Frisk threw the brooch to the floor, where it shattered. The last bit of magic quietly evaporated, and she pressed the back of her hand to her lips, eyes unfocusing. "And...how do you stand—"

There it was. He couldn't believe it had taken this long to catch up with her—the first time he'd tried using a shortcut, it left him feeling like his head had been screwed on backwards.

The skeleton glanced at the open, crumbling wall, then at Frisk, who was leaning heavily on the worktable, eyes closed. Then...

The priestess squeaked as Sans swept her up into the crook of his arm and headed to the bathroom. "Put me down!" she croaked, thumping his clavicle.

"Yes, m'lady," he said, opening the door, poking the light on and placing her at the very back of the room. "Go for it."

Once she was settled and could puke in relative peace, Sans went to the double doors leading into the hall, replaced the statue in its niche, and headed back to the workroom. Her office door was blocked by the many chunks of wall piled in front of it, and moving them again would take effort, so the skeleton ignored it for now. He picked up the satchel and set it on the worktable, wondering if the wind was too cold for her and how, exactly, he was going to pay for this, in every sense of the word. After one more look outside, Sans made himself tiptoe back to the bathroom and ask, "You done?"

There was a pause, the sound of water running, and a much longer pause before she opened the door and stared up at him. "What are you still doing here?" she demanded.

Sans blinked at her, mostly for effect. "'Zat a trick question? I'm makin' sure you're okay. That magic can knock you on your ass the first couple times ya try it."

Her face tightened, a hard, bitter expression that probably shouldn't have surprised him. "You don't say." She turned her head to cough, resting her forehead on the tile wall. "Congratulations to you, Sans. I'm here, but I'm in no condition to do anything. Your plan worked after all." She pushed herself upright.  "Good night."

Shit. "Uh...Frisk—"

The priestess walked right by to open the double doors. He heard her exclaim something about the guard not being there, and mutter that she'd deal with it in the morning. She barred the doors shut, which he hadn't even noticed was an option, and wobbled past him into her dressing room, evading his halfhearted attempt to steady her.

Hangers rattled. There was an occasional sniffle. When Frisk came out in a long crushed-velvet robe, she actually looked offended to see him. "Don't you have somewhere to be? I said good night, Sans."

Wasn't she going to at least try to stop him? Sure, she was sick and exhausted, but where was her determination? ...Was she so upset that she was determined to cut her losses and let him go?

That really seemed to be it. Well, Sans should have been elated, but he mostly just felt insulted. Besides, he couldn't leave until they got a few things straight, or else he'd spend the rest of his life trying not to think about it. The boss monster wracked his brain for a witty yet conciliatory opener, but what came out was "You're not boring."

A blast of wind howled through the room, flipping the lighter books open and ruffling the weighed-down stacks of paper. Frisk remained stock-still as her short, wavy hair fluttered across her face. "I beg your pardon," she said, colder than the autumn air.

"Okay, yeah, I admit it. I was gonna ditch ya," he said desperately. "But it wasn't 'cause I don't like you or I don' care about helping the other monsters. I—you remember all you heard about Papyrus, right?" Her expression softened a little as she nodded. "I had a dream about him last night that I'm pretty sure was real. Me bein' gone and him not knowin' I'm okay is killing him, Frisk. I can't..."

She stayed silent as Sans pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead. It had been so long since he'd told someone the entire truth that he felt completely exposed. It was scary as hell, but he owed it to her and to Pap. "Ya gotta understand," he mumbled. "My brother's all I got left, and I'm all he's got. You've been nothin' but fair to me, and it's not yer fault there's no real way t'contact 'im. I just...I can't go a whole month without lettin' him know I'll be home soon, and I can't dream at him with yer barrier up." He sat down with his legs crossed, staring at the floor. "I spend too much damn time away as it is. He never knows for sure if I'm comin' back."

Frisk swallowed. "Why didn't you tell me sooner how important this was to you? And what do you mean, 'dream at him'?"

"I didn't bother 'cause you might'a thought I was lying to make you feel sorry fer me. I know I wouldn't trust me." The skeleton jerked his head at the ruined wall. "What I mean is, I can talk to Pap while we're both dreamin', but you wouldn't be there to hear what we were saying. I could tell him all sorts of crap, like how strong the High Priestess is and how much safer it'd be for us monsters if she was dead."

The priestess was silent again. Sans risked a glance in time to see her reach up to sweep her hair behind her ear, only to yelp in pain. Sure enough, as she raised her hand to inspect it, the outside knuckle was red and swollen. "Augh! How did I not notice this?" Frisk tried to move it and had to stifle another exclamation. "Wonderful. If it hurts this much, I must have broken it." She made an incoherent noise and started toward the rack of finished potions on the worktable.

Sans dimly recalled that humans didn't feel as much pain when they were scared or excited, and that it could catch up to them pretty fast. It also occurred to him that it was a bad idea for a small human to hit a thick-headed skeleton with her bare hand. "What are you doin'?" he wanted to know. "You can heal that up in a jiffy."

"I can't heal myself," she said brusquely. "I'm not very adept at healing to begin with, and I can't make it work on me at all."

That couldn't be right. "Ya mean to tell me you're good enough to hold me off and keep me penned in for days with no magic, but—"

"Leave me alone."

Her voice was so quiet and furious that he stopped dead. But as she picked a vial and started to pull the cork out with her teeth, Sans got up and held his own hand out. "Lemme see."

With as much dignity as she could muster, Frisk closed her mouth and handed him the vial. He put it back impatiently and beckoned again. "Not that, dummy. Yer hand."

The priestess gave him a long, eloquent look. When he didn't move, she placed her broken hand in his huge one, wincing as his thumb closed lightly over her wrist. It was hard to remember how to turn his magic green, but she'd been right about intentions: it helped to think about how badly he wanted it to work, not only to help her, but to prove that he was capable of fixing things as well as destroying them.

Sure enough, within seconds, his palm began to glow as if he held a handful of emeralds. When Sans could bring himself to let her go, she flexed it easily. "You've gotten some magic back already," she observed. Frisk smiled at him for a moment, and he couldn't not smile back. "You know," she said, anger rapidly resurfacing, "you're not only a lying reprobate, you are a huge idiot." She rapped her knuckles on his palm. "I've always had a barrier guarding the bedroom from any external magic. If that was the only thing keeping you from reaching Papyrus, you should have asked me to remove it."

Sans sat down again. "But—"

"As for the possibility of giving him illicit information, I will ask you this only once." Frisk moved closer, looking him square in the sockets. "Do you intend to tell the other monsters, at any point, that your race would be better off with me dead?"

He didn't even have to think about it before he answered, "Not anymore. You're pretty damn useful as you are, speakin' up on our behalf to the other humans. I don't see anyone pressuring you into screwin' us over."

A brief smile. "I'm glad to hear it. For my part, I don't mind letting you talk to your brother as long as you take me with you. I'd love to say hello—I've heard so much about him that it'll be like meeting an old friend." She stifled a yawn. "If you start tattling on me in some fashion, I can always pull the barrier back up."

"...You want me to...bring you...in my dream?" Blink. Blink. "But how—what're you gonna—"

"One thing at a time, Sans. First, we're going to bed."

"We're what now?"

"If you're not leaving yet, then we're going to bed, now. This mess can wait till morning." With a nod at her blocked office door, Frisk motioned for him to follow her into the bedroom. "Come along. There's nowhere else for me to sleep, and I'm freezing."

And so it was that Sans found himself lying rigid on the huge feather mattress, the priestess curled up like a cat in the armchair. He had no idea why he was so nervous; he couldn't even muster a semi-joke about her joining him in bed. "I've heard of this spell before," said Frisk, who seemed unperturbed by their proximity. "It's not very complicated. You've just healed me, and I've recently used some of your magic, so we have enough of a connection that I should be able to find you once we're asleep. ...The key word being sleep, Sans. You have to relax. I'm not going to eat you, no matter how short-sighted and dishonorable you've been."

"You're not gonna let that go, are ya?" he mumbled.

"You have no idea. We haven't even talked about repairing the wall yet." Her voice warmed again. "For now, though, don't worry about it. We need to find Papyrus and set you both at ease."

Now Sans felt nervous and extremely weird again. He turned onto his side so she couldn't see him changing color.  "'Kay. I...yeah. Thanks."

"Of course," she said, as though it was the most natural thing in the world to do a favor for someone who had completely betrayed her trust, and turned off the witchlight. He felt her raise another barrier at the bedroom door, one solid enough to stop an army, and a thinner barrier disappeared from behind the headboard. "There," she said in the darkness. "We'll see how well this works. Go to sleep, Sans."

That seemed unlikely, but he'd forgotten who he was dealing with. When about ten minutes had passed and the orange light of his eyes was still going strong, something wonderful started creeping up on him, a soothing vibration that spread through every bone in his body before he even knew what he was hearing. It was Frisk humming, of course, and of course it worked; Sans was more than content to let the sound and her presence lull him to sleep.

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He jerked upright as something hit his skull, reflexively swatting the air and yelling, "Piss off!"

The lights were back on. In fact, it was full daylight, or what passed for it. Sans rubbed his eye sockets, turning this way and that. He was still in bed, but the bed stood alone in the middle of an open, snowy field. Kid monsters were racing back and forth under gaily decorated trees, throwing snowballs at each other and catching him in the crossfire.

The skeleton brushed himself off, reasoning that the Underground could be a weird place, but it wasn't quite random-snow-bed weird. This must be a dream, then. Damn it...

Oh, well. At least it was a nice one, and it felt pretty real—his good dreams tended to be fuzzy, while every single one of his nightmares was incredibly vivid.

Footsteps crunched on the snow behind him. "Well, hello there. That was simple," said Frisk, looking around them as he got up. She was in her plush robe and bare feet, but seemed at ease. "So this is Snowdin. Which house is yours?"

"BROTHER?"

Sans froze as a familiar shape emerged from a nearby fog of ice crystals. "Papyrus?" he whispered.

"I KNEW IIIIIT—OOF!" Papyrus had run to give his brother a bear hug and fell straight through him, as if Sans was also made of fog. "WHAT IS THIS, SANS? HAVE YOU BECOME TOO LAZY TO STAY SOLID?" he accused him from the ground.

"It's a dream, bro. This happens every damn time," the boss monster said wearily. "Just keep it together and listen, okay? I'm here t'let you know—"

"WAIT. A HUMAN? IS THAT...KRIS?" Papyrus was staring up at Frisk, his face somehow creased in puzzlement. "IS IT REALLY YOU? I THOUGHT YOU'D BE...KRIS-ER, NYEH."

Sans snorted. "Not every human is Kris, Pap. Don't be racist."

"Hello," Frisk said, offering a bright smile and a hand up. "My name is Frisk. It's wonderful to meet you, Papyrus."

"YES, IT IS. NYEH-HEH-HEH! YOU ARE CLEARLY VERY WISE AND ATTRACTIVE, HUMAN!" Papyrus brushed the snow from his fake armor, throwing his red scarf back over his shoulder in so dramatic a fashion that he didn't notice Frisk grinning, though Sans sure did. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY GREAT AND ATTRACTIVE DREAM?" he added.

Still smiling, Frisk watched the pack of young monsters run by. The monsters didn't seem to notice them, though the bed was still there and her purple robe stood out like a dark beacon against the snow. "Your brother wanted to see you, and I decided to come along," she explained. "Sans was captured by humans about a week ago when he was out looking for food, but please don't worry about—"

"CAPTURED?!" Papyrus clapped both hands to his skull. "THIS IS TERRIBLE! PLEASE DE-CAPTURE HIM IMMEDIATELY, HUMAN, OR ELSE I...I...!"

"Pap! Take it easy. She's okay. 'Fact, she's the reason I ain't dead or enslaved right now." Sans plucked at his shirt. "See, she even got me some new duds. You can finally stop bitching about what I'm wearin'."

Papyrus stopped flailing long enough to examine Sans' shirt. "NYEH! I SEE NO HOLES OR QUESTIONABLE STAINS. WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?"

Sans smirked, letting his brother poke at him in vain. "I told ya, bro, I just got it. You don't hafta rip me apart like this."

Frisk rocked back and forth on her heels. "So," she said over Papyrus' exasperated groaning, "I gather you knew a boy named Kris from the last human delegation. Is that right?"

"YES, IT IS RIGHT! KRIS WAS OUR DEAR FRIEND," Papyrus said as Sans grimaced and turned away. "WE WENT FOR WALKS AND HAD SLEEPOVERS, AND MADE HAND PUPPETS THAT ALSO HAD SLEEPOVERS. IT WAS LIKE HAVING A CUTE LITTLE PET THAT CLEANED UP AFTER ITSELF. WE'VE ALL MISSED HIM VERY MUCH, NYEHHH."

"Yeah, he left with the other humans," Sans muttered. "Can we please move on now?"

"Yes, of course. I'm going to borrow your brother for a few more weeks," Frisk told Papyrus. The latter was glaring at his brother's new shirt again, as if daring it to make a false move. "I have a plan to start making peace between monsters and humans," she continued, "but I need a monster's help to do it. Can you get along without Sans until I send him back to the Underground?"

"HMMMM." Papyrus straightened, one hand on his chin. "YOU WON'T HURT HIM?" he asked, sounding almost timid.

"Absolutely not, Papyrus," she said firmly. "He'll be back safe and sound."

Papyrus nodded, evidently impressed by her sincerity. "I AM IMPRESSED BY YOUR SINCERITY, HUMAN. IF THIS DREAM IS NOT MY MAGNIFICENT IMAGINATION PLAYING TRICKS ON ME AGAIN, THEN I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHALL SPARE MY GOOD-FOR-NOTHING BROTHER FOR A LITTLE WHILE LONGER. NYEH-HEH-HEH!" Without warning, the skeleton grabbed at Sans' wrist bones. "HUMAN! I WOULD LIKE TO TALK TO MY BROTHER IN SECRET FOR A MOMENT, IF YOU WILL PLEASE EXCUSE US. IT WILL BE SECRET!"

"Of course," said Frisk. "I'll be right here. Just make sure it's not too secret, please."

Sans covered his face with his hand as Papyrus marched toward the fog bank, still holding his brother's imaginary wrist. "Ya can't touch me, remember?" Sans called after him.

"...I KNEW THAT. CONGRATULATIONS, BROTHER! YOU HAVE PASSED THIS TEST! NYEH. ...HEH." Papyrus waited for Sans to join him, and they walked towards the river. "ARE YOU SURE THAT'S NOT KRIS?" the younger skeleton asked doubtfully.

Sans laughed, jerking his thumb in Frisk's direction. "Does that human look like a sixteen-ish-year-old boy?"

"HMM. NO, IT LOOKS LIKE A HUMAN. BUT! IT SEEMS DELIGHTFUL! THE GREAT PAPYRUS THINKS YOU SHOULD BRING IT BACK HERE WITH YOU. IT'S BEEN TOO LONG SINCE WE HAD A HUMAN TO PILLOW-FIGHT WITH, NYEH-HEH-HEH."

"That's probably not a great idea," Sans remarked.

"NYEH-HEH! WHY NOT?"

"I could spend literally the rest of the night tellin' you all the reasons why not, but the biggest one is that she's the High Priestess, Pap. The other humans would definitely notice if she was gone."

"HIGH PRIESTESS?" Papyrus cocked his head in perplexity. "WHY WOULD A DELIGHTFUL HUMAN BE A HIGH PRIESTESS? DON'T THEY CREATE BARRIERS?"

"It's complicated, bro. Look, I've gotta go soon. Is there anything else you wanna say?"

His younger brother paused, and sighed, shoulders slumping. "SANS. WERE YOU REALLY JUST LOOKING FOR FOOD? WHEN YOU GOT CAUGHT, I MEAN."

The bigger skeleton tried to kick a chunk of ice into the water, his foot passing right through it. "I wasn't slaughtering humans, if that's what you're askin'. I was mostly tryin' to track down monsters who've been sold off recently. But I did want to see how the humans' harvest turned out, an' it looks like it was pretty good this year."

Papyrus nodded, still troubled. "ALL RIGHT, BROTHER. I UNDERSTAND. PLEASE, JUST...TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. NYEH."

"You too, Pap." Sans felt a familiar stab of trepidation and backed away. "Shit, I've got a nightmare coming. I'll see ya soon, okay? Don't tell anyone about Frisk!"

He had to turn and run before Papyrus could answer. Frisk was sitting on the bed in the snow field, ducking snowballs. She turned and started to say, "I hope you weren't telling on m—"

"No more dream! End it now!" he panted.

The priestess didn't waste time asking stupid questions. As the nightmare nipped at Sans' heel, Frisk made a quick swiping gesture, and just like that, he was back in bed, in the bedroom, staring at the sun-washed ceiling.

The skeleton sighed in relief. He rested his forearm across his eyes. Between the radius and ulna, he could see the flickering shadows of birds flying past the open windows. "Thanks, kiddo," he said, "an' thanks for lettin' me talk to him. I really appreciate it." Sans scratched the top of his skull, rolling over to face Frisk. "So, how'd you like Papyrus? He's a cool guy, huh?"

Frisk didn't answer, because she wasn't there. A strange human child sat in the armchair, perched on the edge of the seat, holding a kitchen knife. It stared at him with red-shining eyes, teeth bared in a horrible grin.

If Sans had had more than a shred of magic left, he would have pulled all his blasters at once and obliterated half the building. As it was, he jerked back, nearly choking in terror. The child wasn't moving, but menace radiated off it like heat from a furnace, eyes boring into him as its grin widened. Sans looked around wildly for an escape. The windows were too small, but maybe he could—

A sharp whistle split the air. The barrier snapped on, and the child vanished.

Sans was sitting upright in bed again, in the dark, awake, panting as though he'd run a mile in a few seconds. "Sans, I am so sorry!" The light snapped on. Frisk stood at his bedside, wide-eyed, clutching the neck of her robe. "I didn't think I was going to have that nightmare again before we woke up! I thought it'd be fine, I—" She took a step onto the bed, leaning over to grab his humerus. "Sans? Sans! Please say something!"

He shook her off, and she stumbled backwards, falling into the armchair. "What the fuck was that?" he rasped.

Frisk sat up and pulled her robe tighter around her shoulders. "I'm sorry," she said again. "I should have warned you. It's the reason I have that barrier up in the first place." She swallowed hard. "It shouldn't happen again."

"It better not," Sans snarled. "What the hell was that thing, anyway?"

"I don't know." She looked so miserable that Sans wanted to smack himself, but he was too unnerved to lie and tell her that it was okay; he was shaking so hard that he could almost hear his bones rattle.

For a solid minute, the only other sound in the room was the wind blowing outside the shuttered windows. "I hope you had a good talk with Papyrus," Frisk said presently with a decent attempt at calmness, placing her palm on the bedroom door to dissolve the thick barrier. "I can see why everyone likes him so much. It's good to know he hasn't changed."

The skeleton grunted, hoping she was smart enough not to ask him any questions about him changing. "Yeah. Thanks for fixin' that up for us. Sorry I pushed you just now."

"It's fine. It was an accident." Frisk fiddled with the key in its lock. "You know, Sans, I'd like you to help repair the damage you caused, but...if you still want to leave, I won't stop you. I wasn't thinking of how much it was to ask, staying an entire month."

Sans stared at her. She wouldn't turn around. Finally, he said, "What the crap, lady? You already let me talk to Pap. That was the whole reason I tried to bust out of here. Why wouldn't I stick around 'n make it up to you? Ya really think I'm that bad?"

There came a soft knock at the door, startling them both. "Your Eminence?" It was a male voice, deep and pleasant. "Are you awake, my lady? Please forgive my intrusion, but His Holiness urgently requests your presence."

Daylight was showing through the closed shutters. "Yes, of course. I'll be there in a moment," said Frisk, running her fingers through her hair, eye twitching as she found a tangle.

Sans watched her, and watched her move to unlock the door, feeling a different sort of unease. "Wait a sec," he rumbled. "Frisk, wait. Didn't you bar the big doors last night? How'd he get—"

The man knocked again. "Just a moment," Frisk repeated, turning the key. She glanced behind her. "What, Sans?"

The door banged open. Before she could blink, a stranger in tattered clothes rushed in, his arm raised to strike.

The boss monster was already moving. The man lunged, and there was a sound of steel hitting bone; the priestess found herself staring at the tip of a knife, inches from her face, jutting from between massive skeletal fingers. "Sans!" cried Frisk, twisting around to look at him.

Red clouded Sans' vision, but one clear spot remained: with his free hand, he reached out, corralled Frisk and gently maneuvered her behind him, fingers forming a protective cage. The other hand flexed briefly, then backhanded the intruder so hard that the man rolled clear out of the bedroom, hitting the worktable with a crack and a thump.

The skeleton clamped his teeth on the dagger's hilt and pried the blade out from between his knuckles, jerking his head to fling it to the other side of the bedroom. There was technically nothing to pierce where the knife had been lodged, but it still stung. He glanced down to be sure Frisk was unscathed, then edged forward into the workroom.

To his great irritation, the man wasn't dead; he was not only conscious, but pulling himself up on the table. "Who the fuck are you?" demanded Sans. Only the vague awareness that Frisk was watching kept him from grabbing the guy and pinching his head off.

The stranger wiped the corner of his mouth on his sleeve, squinting against Sans' literal glare. He was gaunt and generally gross-looking, but had moved fast enough and aimed the knife with enough skill to peg him as a professional killer. "What's a big-ass talkin' skeleton doing here? They said you got sold off already!" The assassin laughed shakily. "So it was you bashin' that wall down! What the hell'd you even do that for? It took me all goddamn night to get out!"

Sans glanced at the office door, which was ajar. Several pieces of broken masonry had been moved out of the way by shoving the door repeatedly from the inside. The guy must have snuck into the office after Frisk left, while Sans was in the bedroom but before he blocked the entrance, and gotten trapped in his hiding place by all the debris piled against it.

It would have been kind of funny, except that if Sans really had left, Frisk would be dead now.

The young woman was leaning on Sans' femur, peering around his outspread fingers. He could feel her trembling, which only intensified his urge to kill something. "I know you," she said. "You spoke to me after a service last week. You said I...I..."

"Had a positively angelic voice?" The man leered at her, showing several broken teeth. "S'truth. But I needed to be sure 'xactly who you were. The last High Priestess used body doubles sometimes." He looked her up and down. "Gotta say, I like yours a lot better."

She shuddered. Sans leaned down, not taking his now-flaming eyes from the assassin. "You need this piece of crap alive, Frisk, or can I take 'im apart now?"

"Frisk?" The man cackled, slapping the worktable with a dirty palm. "That's your real name, lady? That's gotta be the dumbest—"

And just like that, he launched himself at Frisk, closing the distance and ducking between Sans' legs like a snake. He whipped another knife out from his belt and would have sliced her neck open if Sans hadn't been ready to nudge her out of the way, grabbing the assassin on the backswing and slamming him against the open door.

Before Frisk could react, Sans turned his head to the opposite wall and said, "Holy crap, what's that?" As she whirled around, Sans plucked the knife out of the man's hand and gave him one squeeze, very quick and very hard. "Whoops, my bad. Nothin' there," he said to cover the sound of ribs breaking.

The priestess started to turn back. "Stay where you are," Sans ordered, pulling the assassin out of her line of sight, stepping into the workroom and closing the door behind him. "Oh, no you don't," he said loudly, as if chasing the man down. "Nooo, stop! We just want to talk to...oh, no!"

The assassin didn't seem to appreciate the theatrics, especially because Sans was carrying him straight to the broken wall. Ignoring the man's feeble protests, the skeleton drew his arm back and murmured, "Now think about what you've done, pal," before tossing him out into the open air.

His only concern was that the bastard would make a lot of noise on the way down, but it seemed he'd knocked the wind out of him, ha. By the time Frisk peeked out of the bedroom, the assassin was long gone.

Sans shook his head and turned from the opening. "Nope. Sorry, I couldn't catch him before he told us who sent him." He wished he had his jacket; his hands had nowhere to go. "You all right, Frisk?"

The priestess gulped and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. "No, I'm not." She slid down, back to the wall, and wrapped her arms around her knees.

She didn't seem be physically hurt, so for the moment, he said, "'Kay," and stared at the slightly open office door. "Son of a bitch. I'm gonna tear that guard a new one. D'you think he knew you were sleepin' in there, or was it just a convenient...place to...crap."

Frisk's shoulders had hunched and her face gone pale. Sans ground his teeth, cursing his stupidity. "Well, it's over. He won't bother you again," he reassured her, coming to kneel beside her. "At least that cover story 'bout the assassin ain't a lie now. Right?"

She didn't look reassured at all. With the threat of bodily harm removed, Sans was out of his element again, with no clue how to help her. Should he frame this as an inconvenient but probably solvable problem that she'd always known might come up? No, that would be dumb. She already had enough problems. She didn't need to worry about more shitheads getting in here to hurt her. As long as she was an important and politically vocal person, it wasn't like she could do much to...

Wait. That was it: Sans had the idea. "Actually, ya know what?" He waited for her to shake her head. "You were sayin' this weird stuff about me leaving once I'd seen Pap. Before we talk about that, I gotta ask, what's the going rate for a bodyguard around here? A good one, not just some moron following you around tryin' to look scary."

She bit her lip, a habit Sans had noticed and been distracted by several times already. "Um...it depends. A skilled full-time personal guard? Anywhere from fifty to a hundred dinar—"

"Oh, nice. I can probably—"

"—an hour. I only sleep a few hours a night, so..." Frisk gave him the ghost of a smile. "If you're offering your services, Sans, I'd be glad to accept. Would a salary of one thousand per diem be acceptable?"

Now he really was at a loss for words. "A thousand a friggin' day?" he repeated blankly.

Frisk nodded. Her shock seemed to be fading as she thought aloud: "You could pay for your clothes in one day, and I can negotiate the repairs down to about ten days' worth. After that, well, wheat is about five dinar a bushel." Despite herself, she sniffled again. "You could buy a lot of wheat, or beans, or...or wedding cakes, or literally anything else you want to take Underground with you."

He was patting himself on the back when, without warning, Frisk's smile faded. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you before I unlocked the door." Sniff. "Thank you for staying with me." Sniff. "And thank you for saving my life."

Shit shit was as far as Sans got before he lost even that bit of coherence. His senses were already heightened by the unexpected danger, his SOUL still feeling a little queasy at how close she'd come to dying right in front of him; to cap it off with Frisk looking up at him like this with big eyes, messy hair, and her robe falling off her shoulder was more than he could handle. She never looked bad, but right now, damn.

Sans didn't realize he was reaching for her until his fingertip brushed her cheek, toying with a wavy lock of hair. "Don't mention it," he said gruffly. "'s the least I can do."

Frisk pulled away, face flushing, but only in momentary surprise. He devoutly hoped that she'd get up and go get dressed, or maybe pack her things, buy a fast horse and leave the kingdom forever, but that damnable woman didn't know any better than to smile and take his hand, or at least rest her hand in the space between two of his fingers. "Just so long as you keep in mind that you're still my apprentice," she said with mock sternness. "Do you promise?"

Fffffffff

Neither of them understood what happened next. Sans felt something welling up that made him want to grab her and...he didn't know what would happen next, but he wanted it so badly that he backed away in sudden alarm. All he knew was that this feeling – this energy – had to go somewhere, and if he directed it at her, he could accidentally mash her into paste. The only thing he could think of was to whip around, look for something else to latch onto, and focus his attention on the pile of stones, etc. by the office.

His magic was barely available, or so he would have said a minute ago. Fueled by the whatever-it-was, though, and with the barrier gone from one of the walls, Sans didn't even have to think about it: Frisk jumped back as the heap of debris by her office began to glow red, rising into the air and flying into the broken wall. To their mutual astonishment, the outside bricks and internal structures zipped back into place first, followed by more bricks, mortar, stone, wood, and finally the glass and lead of the windows. When the dust settled, the entire facade had been imperfectly but almost entirely restored, the floor sagging under the windows.

Sans stared at his hand, still breathing heavily. "Huh," he said by way of explanation.

"Indeed." Frisk absently ran her fingers through her hair again, working out a tangle as she examined the wall. "Did I know you could do that?"

"I didn't know I could do that." Now that the unfamiliar energy was gone, Sans found he wanted to sit down. He sat down next to her, comfortably but not dangerously close. "Welp, I need a break from life," he said, which got a laugh out of her. He snorted. "Break. I actually didn't mean that one."

Frisk gave a long, long sigh. "We'll knock down your fee to three or four days of repairs," she said gravely.

Sans couldn't help grinning. "I always knew there was mortar life than money."

She kept a straight face until he added, "Makin' it pretty again is gonna be a pane in the glass," whereupon she broke out in hysterical, snorting laughter, which cracked him up in turn and guaranteed a minutes-long feedback loop.

As nice as this all was, Sans was a little concerned when he got under control and she kept going, and going, and ended up nearly gasping for breath. "You okay, kid?" he asked. "Ya need some water?"

"Oh, Lord," she wheezed. Frisk wiped her eyes on her already-damp sleeve. "Sans, you're killing me."

Silence. Frisk thought about it, and promptly buried her head as far between her knees as she could get it. "I didn't do that on purpose," she said, muffled and sheepish.

Sans shifted his weight. He wasn't ready to admit to himself how badly the whole attack had scared him, much less to her. Just to check, he considered escaping again – maybe once she was letting him walk around with her outside and his magic was naturally restored – and now, less than twelve hours after doing his damndest at it, he couldn't believe how much he hated the idea. No problem, really; he could chalk it up to her letting him connect with Papyrus and needing to make it up to her. Also, holy shit, one thousand dinar every day for the next twenty-five days? That was as solid a set of reasons as he'd ever come up with.

"Well," he finally said. "Guess you'd better get yer scary witch dress on and go tell everyone about this whole mess." He snapped his fingers, making an odd click, as something occurred to him. That's right—I got both those knives off him. Maybe someone can take a look at 'em and figure out who he was, where they were from."

Frisk raised her head, staring into space. "No," she said, as if to herself. The boss monster looked askance, and she smiled in a small, nasty way he hadn't seen before. "We won't say anything." The smile grew. "I'll go about my day as if nothing happened, except I'll be accompanied everywhere by a ten-foot skeleton. Whoever set him after me will have no idea what happened, and it'll drive them absolutely mad. We can see if anyone incriminates themselves, but...ohh, I'm going to enjoy this."

"It's a neat idea, but the garbage threw itself out already, remember?" Sans indicated the repaired wall. "Someone's bound to notice 'im."

The young woman did a remarkable impression of shock and distress, eyes wide and mouth hanging open before she murmured, "That poor man jumped from such a height? What a hideous tragedy. Peace be upon his soul and those of his loved ones."

"Daaaamn" was all Sans could say. He might have killed the guy and covered it up, but he couldn't look that cute telling a bare-ass lie! Also... "Ain't you a priestess? Isn't that a little...?"

Frisk scowled. Despite her bedhead and furry robe, she was the very image of sternness and, yes, determination. "I was taught that it is my duty to aid the weak and be an instrument of justice against people who, for example, want to stab me in my own bedroom when I've done nothing to harm them. It's no sin to protect yourself."

The skeleton shrugged, holding his hands out. "Okay, that's enough. I think I love ya. Where do I sign up to kill people for you?"

The priestess laughed. "I bet you say that to every girl you try to escape from. And, please, don't kill anyone." She glanced at the clock, and her amusement melted into panic. "Dirt! I have matins in twenty minutes!" She sprang to her feet and made a beeline for her dressing room. "Can you please find my veil for me?" she called before she shut the door.

Sans also got up, muttering, "'Dirt'? Seriously?" as he retrieved the veil from where it had blown onto the table. As an afterthought, he returned to the bedroom and picked up the assassin's daggers. He studied them, saying out loud, "I think I'm screwed, is what I am," then placed them on the nightstand.

He heard Frisk emerge from her dressing room and went to meet her as she asked, "Sans, do you have my—"

He handed the veil over. "Thank you, sir." She threw the veil over her head and adjusted the headdress over it. "May I assume that you haven't been to many religious services?"

"Er..."

"Well, we have an oral contract, effective immediately, and I am going to church, so you are going to church." She inclined her head, moving toward the double doors. "Follow me."

And, of course, he did.

#frans #onwards aoshima

[tally-kiza]

I really would like to know more about HC Grillby (any Aus) and the interactions he has with Sans

You said any AUs so I did all of them. I hope these are adequate!

EVERY GRILLBY

- Every few years, a piece of coal spouts out of Hotland’s lava before it animates itself and becomes a living monster. They’re adopted and raised as coal-children until they hit puberty and slowly burst into flames. Adult fire monsters still have the coal body underneath the flames, it’s just that the fire is a thin layer feeding off the coal and magical oxygen in the air.

- Not directly related to Fuku, and has only met her once or twice.

- Since US and SF Grillby live in Hotland, US and SF Fuku live in Snowdin!

- Cries hot wax. Doesn’t matter that he’s not a candle. He just does.

- Claustrophobic. Tight enclosed spaces means he could run out of oxygen, then he would suffocate and his flames would snuff out, so Grillby avoids elevators like the plague.

UNDERTALE

- That’s also why he doesn’t live in hotland. The fastest way through is the elevators, and Grillby doesn’t have the patience to solve all those puzzles every day. (Even though he knows he won’t suffocate just because he’s in an elevator, it doesn’t assuage his fears.)

- Reads murder mysteries and crime novels. Grillbz loves a good mystery.

- Opened his bar at age 25 after working for Muffet for a few years. They are simultaneously good friends and business competitors (on the surface at least). At the bar’s 15 year anniversary, Sans got drunk off ketchup and passed out but not before rambling about how awesome his brother was for 20 minutes.

- Grillby was Gaster’s friend for many years before the scientist disappeared, and met Sans when he was a babybones. Gaster had created them (for fluff reasons, lets just say it’s cuz he wanted to be a dad) and wanted to show his best friend his wonderful creations children. So Sans and Pap have been friends with Grillbz their whole lives. Sans uses this friendship pass to not pay his tab. (And Pap likes Grillby well enough, he just despises unhealthy foods.)

UNDERSWAP

- A theatrical penny-pinching chef who lives in Hotland. His tavern is very popular (despite the high prices) and Sans visits frequently.

- Ate a pinecone once. When he was visiting Sans in Snowdin, he saw it on the ground and, well… it was covered in snow; it looked like a sweet treat!.. was how Grillby later reasoned it. The whole things was scarfed down before he realized it was not, in fact, a sweet treat. He froze (heh), and proceeded to stiffly walk away, blushing furiously. Sans teased him about it for weeks.

- Met Sans when the skeleton visited Hotland to inspect the puzzles (they’re still terrible btw). Sans stumbled upon Grillby’s business and they quickly became fast friends. Whenever alphys and pap are busy, he hangs out in Grillby’s tavern, enjoying the wonderful burgers as they both talk about their troubles.

- Like UT Grillby, he apprenticed at Muffets for a few years before setting out to make his own restaurant. But instead of sweets, he wanted to try something more savory. His business became a hit success in Hotland.

- Bit of a theater nerd. Grillby loves having live bands and actors play during the busy hours, even participating himself once in a while. Its always so much fun!

UNDERFELL

- Generally pretty rude. Doesn’t talk to people when they enter his bar, and glares at anyone who tries to talk to him during his off-hours.

- Secret soft spot when it comes to kids. He always finds them too adorable to keep up his grumpy act.

- First talks to Frisk in MTT Resort. He saw them in his bar, but finally met them on his break. Tells them to scram at first, but when they persist he talks about his bar a little and that punk sans not paying his tab.

- Dresses like UT Grillby when he’s working and hardly ever talks, but dresses like how the fandom usually sees him when he’s not working. He’s also a dedicated worker who loves his bar to bits. Anyone who fights in his business gets their butts thrown out.

- First met Sans and Papyrus in Snowdin Forest. UF Gaster was none too happy to discover his accidental creations, so he ended up dumping them in forest for them to be easy EXP. Grillby heard them crying and his heart melted as he introduced himself and lead them into his bar. He practically raised them for the next 15 years before Sans and Pap moved out to be independent. Now whenever Sans comes in for a meal, Grillby begrudgingly allows him to use the tab excuse. Anyone who tries to do that gets burned before paying up double than what their bill says.

- Classic tsundere. Hides his affections about anything from everyone. A genuine compliment or tips on how to save money completely fluster him. Tries desperately to keep up his cold, calculating facade. (He even hides his fatherly affection about Sans and Papyrus. Grillby just calls them punks because, well, it’s Underfell. Feelings are a vulnerability, so he hides them as best as possible.)

SWAPFELL

- A melodramatic chef who runs a tavern in hotland. (he and swap grillby are still afraid of elevators, they just never bother to leave their corner of hotland) He’s like a cross of Mr. Krabs and Mettaton. Very fancy, very rich, very haughty, but ultimately a good person when you get to know him.

- Grillby’s business is perfectly legal; the only difference from swap Grillby is that for some reason, people decide his tavern is the best place to make illegal deals. (And yes, it pisses him off to no end. He has a business to run, dammit!)

- Adopts a cat on the surface. He never intended to get a cat, it just started sneaking into his tavern looking for a meal… and well, he just couldn’t manage to get rid of it. The tabby loves him so very much. Grillby gives the warmest pets and scritches, so it hardly ever leaves his side. And he, in turn, is captivated by its cuteness elegance. Grillbz brings it to work all the time (anyone who says it’s a health code violation gets their asses kicked). He named it Butterscotch ♡.

- He and Sans are cat buddies!! Sans and him have been friends for years (ever since the skeleton started showing up, looking for a good savory meal), so Sans’s cat, Doomclaw, and his own Butterscotch started having playdates. It’s the cutest thing.

- Grillby is basically Sans’s informant about what trouble brews in Hotland and the rest of the kingdom. Shady people often make deals at Grillby’s tavern, so he’s always got the best dirt for Sans and the Guard.

DELTARUNE

- Sans what the fuck did you do to Grillby. Why do you have his business?? Where are you hiding him?? EXPLAIN.

#mine #headcanons #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #undertale #underswap #underfell #swapfell #deltarune #grillby #us grillby #uf grillby #sf grillby #i have a lot of thoughts #platonic sansby #answers #swirlby #fellby #gruffby #dadby #kinda #swapby #taki writing

[popatochisssp]

Working Out the Kinks (Kinktober 2018) 15/31

Day 15: Forniphilia (Human Furniture) | Overstimulation | Intercrural Sex | Uniforms

Pairing: HT!Papyrus/Reader

Additional Kinks: Size difference, voice kink, hinted-at messiness kink

AO3 Link

“Absolutely Not!”

“Papyruuuuuus…”

“No! I Don’t Care How Adorably You Say My Name!” he exclaimed. “You’re Not Ready! I’m Not Going To Hurt You Just Because You Refuse To Be Patient!”

You huffed in frustration. As much as you hated to admit it, he had a point: you loved this big, gangly monster to pieces and wanted to show him just how much, but, well…

Papyrus was…proportional. And he just so happened to be twice your height.

He could change the shape and size of his dick a bit, considering it was made entirely of magic, but even at its most unassuming, it was still longer than anything you’d ever taken.

But the training toys you were using were taking forever and you didn’t even want to think about how incredibly pent-up Papyrus was getting after months of cutting off your heavy petting sessions, or only getting you off with just his hands.

“Come on,” you pleaded, “I want to do something for you! At least let me use my mouth!”

Papyrus scoffed. “And I Suppose You’ll Let Me Drive You To The Emergency Room When You Dislocate Your Jaw Because You Don’t Know The Meaning Of Restraint?”

“………”

God, he knew you so well.

You tried to think of something, anything you could say to make this happen…

And then it hit you.

“What if there’s not even penetration?”

You saw the thoughtful, intrigued look on Papyrus’ face and knew.

Got him!

And that was the story of how you’d ended up on your back with Papyrus kneeling over you, a smile on your face and lube all over your thighs.

Somehow, he still looked a tad nervous. “Now, You’ll Tell Me If You Want To Stop, Right? And If It’s Weird?”

You just rolled your eyes. “Papyrus, I’m in bed with a skeleton, we’re well past ‘weird.’”

“…Hm. Point.”

Without any further ado, he settled his cock between your legs, grasped both of your knees in one big, spindly hand, and started to move.

You’d never tried this before and you weren’t quite sure what to make of it, or what you were supposed to do, exactly. The friction against your groin and your lower belly where Papyrus rubbed against you was kind of nice, so you tightened your thighs a little bit, trying to get more.

Papyrus let out a choked groan above you and you looked up.

The view was even nicer.

His eye-sockets were lidded and a deep flush colored his cheekbones. He looked…intent, heated in a way you’d never gotten to see him before.

It surprised you how much it turned you on.

“God, you’re sexy,” you breathed, reaching up for him. “C’mere, come down here, let me kiss you…”

Papyrus obligingly leaned down, but didn’t stop fucking the warm, wet space you’d made for him between your thighs.

“I Didn’t…I Didn’t Expect It To Be This Good,” he haltingly admitted, even as you pressed a few affectionate smooches along his jaw. “When…When You Said……It Just Seemed So Messy…”

“It is.”

There was no denying that. Everything below your waist right now felt slippery and it was only spreading the more Papyrus rutted against you, but…

“Think about how much messier it’s gonna be when you finally get in me,” you purr against his braces. “It’ll be so tight and hot and wet… You’re gonna wreck me and it’ll be because I begged you to…”

“Nngh!”

You jump to feel a hot spurt of come on your belly, Papyrus giving another shaky thrust or two before slumping forward a little and just barely catching himself from squishing you beneath his weight.

“………did I just talk you off?” you wonder incredulously.

“Well, I Think Your Thighs May Have Had Something To Do With It, Too!”

You snicker a little at Papyrus’ indignant tone. “Yeah, alright, maybe a little. But it was good, right? You liked it?”

“I…Did. Surprisingly.” He looks down at the rapidly cooling stickiness between your bodies and the ridge of his nose wrinkles. “Ugh, It’s So Gross,Though…”

You remember the words you used to push Papyrus over the edge and think that maybe his relationship with messiness is a little more love-hate than just hate.

“That’s what showers are for,” you say easily. “We can go take one right now? See if shower gel works any better than the lube?”

Papyrus squints at you. “This Is Our Sex Life,” he chides, “Not A Poorly-Written Fanfic!”

But he scoops you up and starts carrying you to the bathroom, anyway.

“If You Try To Use Your Body-Butter For Anything Other Than Its Intended Purpose, I Will Leave You To Shower Alone!”

“Mmm, yeah, that’s fair.”

A/N:  Please practice safe lubrication, everyone, do not use unconventional substances during sex under any circumstances. Please.

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Day 4: Frustration (12 Days of Papcest)

For the @sfw12-days-of-papcest event! 

Summary: With all the differences between Underfell and Underswap, there’s bound to be misunderstandings. Edge and Stretch stumble over one.

Note: So, I had the idea to write about the meaning of wearing a collar in Underfell and I wanted to do a different take on it. This story is SFW and the implications of a collar are not meant to be specifically sexual, for anyone who might be on the fence about reading. Only Spicyhoney here. 

That said, I don’t mean to kinkshame anyone else! Just wanted to explore this theme. ^_^

I have to say I really enjoyed writing this one!

Tags: established relationship but still at the beginning, non-sexual collaring, misunderstandings, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, happy ending for those who needed it!

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~~*~~

“do you lay out everything on your dresser with a ruler, edgelord?”

Edge didn’t look out from where he was searching through his closet. He did tend to keep his possessions organized, though not to the extent Stretch seemed to be implying. Proven by the fact that he was having a difficult time locating the puzzle book he’d offered to loan Blue. To be fair, he hadn’t used this one in years, it was likely beneath both their skills in devising traps. Still, even an amateur instructional could offer pointers and he might reread it himself when Blue was finished.

He grimaced when he heard a soft clatter behind him, a fair indication that Stretch was getting bored waiting for him.

Not that he’d offered for Stretch to follow him to his room. He might well have stayed down with the others to watch the movie on what was a rare movie night in Underfell. No, trailing after him was his own idea; he’d probably been thinking of trying to steal a few kisses, perhaps a little more.

Edge was still deciding if he was going to let him.

The elusive puzzle book appeared at the very bottom of the box he was searching through and Edge snatched it up, backing out of the closet with no little relief. “Just because not all of us organize our living space with the little known technique of leaving everything where it falls doesn’t mean—“

He trailed off as he caught sight of Stretch, appalled. He was grinning cheekily, delighted in what he surely saw as a grand joke; that was normal enough. The collar around his neck was not. It was one of Red’s and it had been sitting on the dresser because the protection spells woven into it were wearing thin and needed to be renewed.

Stretch gave him a wink. “what do you think, edgelord? ready to lead me around underfell on a leash…hey!”

He yelped as Edge stormed over to him, roughly unbuckling the collar and snatching it away with a snarl, “Must you disrespect everything you touch!”

Stretch glared at him, rubbing his cervical vertebrae. “for fuck’s sake, it was a joke!”

“You have no idea of the meaning behind it!” Edge snapped. The leather in his hands was worn and familiar, his own magic layered into it alongside Red’s, but he could feel the slight taint of Stretch’s, imbued by being worn. “It’s meant to be worn by someone worth protecting!”

Stretch’s angry expression closed off, his eye lights going cold as chips of ice. ”got it, crystal clear.”

He turned away, already digging out his cigarettes as he walked out the door.

Edge exhaled heavily, scrubbing an agitated hand over his skull. Perhaps he’d been a bit harsher than he’d intended, but he wasn’t about to apologize. Underfell was not what any of the Taleverse Monsters would consider ideal but it was his home and Edge was sick of their customs being mocked. Now he’d have to wait for the miasma of Stretch’s magic to fade before he could reimbue the collar with his own and that aggravation alone should count for something.

He picked up the puzzle book and made his way back downstairs, bracing himself for the wall of cold Stretch was likely going to throw up between them.

To his surprise, he wasn’t there, the space on the sofa next to Blue was empty. Probably outside smoking then, and as uncomfortable as the thought was of him standing outside alone in Underfell, Edge didn’t go after him. A cigarette often went a long way in calming him and at the moment, Edge’s presence was probably far from soothing.

Their relationship was so new it was still fragile, slowly working its way out from a brief time of simply fucking into…whatever this was. The tentative, nervous beginnings of something more, made all the more difficult to reach with the way both of them circled the other, wary and snarling at any outstretched hand of emotion but so often giving in anyway. It was exhausting.

It was worth it.

Edge took the seat next to Blue, who exclaimed in delight when handed the book. Hopefully, Stretch would get over his snit soon and the evening could be something to be enjoyed rather than endured, particularly since Red was going back with the Tale brothers for whatever scheme they had coaxed him into. He would have the house to himself and he was hoping to have Stretch in it with him. In a variety of ways.

“I’ve seen this sort of trap before in another book,” Blue whispered, pitching his voice below the movie.

“Sacofsky’s technique? Yes, it was quite popular through the —“ Edge allowed himself to be drawn into conversation; discussing traps with Blue was an excellent distraction. Papyrus interjected the odd excited remark along with Sans and Red complaining that they couldn’t hear the movie. Far too good of a distraction as nearly an hour passed before Edge realized Stretch hadn't come back inside.

A cold thread of worry snaked its way up his spine. Generally, Snowdin was safe enough from XP hunters or Monsters crazed by their LV, but all the residents had some amount and Stretch was a tempting target.

“I’m going to see if your brother is done smoking,” Edge said evenly. No point in worrying the others, yet.

He needn’t have bothered, Blue didn’t even glance away from the book. “Pappy? He went home, said he was tired.” Blue finally glanced up to give him a searching look. “Didn’t he tell you goodbye?”

“Apparently not,” Edge said irritably.

Which meant Stretch was either still angry or upset. He could be frustratingly opaque when he chose and all too often, he would take the route of avoidance rather than discussion, leaving Edge to force the issue.

If he chose to stay here, it wouldn’t be brought up again, he knew. The next time he saw Stretch, he would get the same lazy, flirtatious smile as always and going forward, Stretch would likely never mention collars again, either teasingly or with genuine questions. He’d bury their little spat away and ignore it with more diligence than he put towards his actual duties.

That was not at all what Edge wanted. He wanted Stretch to understand…which he wasn’t about to if all Edge gave him was his own temper.

Edge sighed, ignoring the others questioning looks as he went back upstairs. If he was going to Underswap, he needed a few things first.

~~*~~

Stepping out into a universe that wasn’t his own always made Edge cautious. Much as he understood that Underswap and Undertale seemed far safer than Underfell, it was not a scenario that Edge chose to trust. Things could change very quickly and unexpectedly, even here.

His caution was unproven today. There was nothing but quiet darkness and the glow from windows around him, snow falling in a light scattering of flakes. Edge walked around the side of the house, wondering briefly if Stretch had chosen to drown his sorrow at Muffet’s, but no. He was sitting on their porch stairs, the cherry-red tip of his cigarette glaring through the dark.

The amount of butts scattered at his feet made Edge wince. Blue was going to have a fit.

Stretch’s voice seemed overly loud in the hush of the snowfall. “if you’re here to apologize to me, you can save it.”

“I’m not,” Edge said evenly. “If anything, you owe me an apology.”

If he wasn’t angry before he certainly was now. His eye lights flared, the normal white shading into orange. “if you came all this way to demand a fucking apology—“

“I didn’t actually,” Edge broke in before his tirade could gather steam. “I wanted to explain.”

The light from his cigarette snuffed out and Edge winced at the flare of a lighter as Stretch lit another. He blew out a cloud of smoke before he spoke again, softer. “you don’t need to explain, i get it, all right? for someone important, yeah? someone worth protecting.”

Edge exhaled slowly, clarity sharpening. Not angry, or not only angry; Stretch had come home to lick wounds that Edge hadn’t even known he’d inflicted. He hadn’t meant it that way but he should have guessed how Stretch would take it. His thoughtless irritation had cut deeper than he’d intended and now he could see that hurt in the hunch of Stretch’s shoulders, in the way his eye lights flicked downward to focus on the snow.

Carefully, Edge moved to sit next to him on the steps. It was reassuring that Stretch didn’t draw away, allowed him to settle with their femurs pressed lightly against each other.

“Someone important, yes,” Edge agreed quietly. “That’s true. But no, you don’t get it.”

From his inventory he withdrew the collar Stretch had handled earlier. The dark leather was worn but well cared for, cleaned and oiled when necessary. Within it resonated his own magic, years of protection and claiming layered into it, broken only by the faint wrongness Stretch had left behind.

“This is Red’s,” Edge began slowly, fingering the pointed studs lining the collar. “One of them. It’s imbued with my magic and claim, and it marks him as being under my protection.” Edge allowed a sardonic smile to curve his mouth. “Something Red needs far less than most would suspect. But as Captain of the Guard in Snowdin, I have certain allowances that Red would otherwise not be able to utilize without the collar.” Edge shook his head. “What you must understand is that he is the one who chooses to wear it. No one can force their collar on someone. Whatever you other ‘verses have gotten into your heads about it meaning ownership, I do not know, but having met my brother, can you imagine him allowing anyone to own him? Even me?”

“i guess not,” Stretch said, quietly. He didn’t draw away when Edge settled a hand on his knee.

“To imply that it means I would walk him around on a leash like a pet is greatly insulting to both of us.” Edge tightened his grip at the expected flinch, not allowing Stretch to pull away.

“fuck, i’m sorry.” The orange glare faded from Stretch’s eye lights and now he only seemed stricken. “i didn’t mean—“

“I know. I told you, I don’t want an apology,” Edge broke in gently. “I want you to understand.”

He put the collar back in his inventory, hesitating over another item before making his choice and withdrawing it. The long box was heavy in his hands, both the weight and the implications.

He handed it to Stretch, refusing to dither with it like a fool. “This is yours. I don’t know that I ever really intended to give it to you, I understand that things work differently in your universe but—“

Edge trailed away with shrug and watched as Stretch curiously opened the box.

Red’s collar had practically been a force of nature, wide and thick, intimidatingly aggressive. The one nestled inside the box was slimmer, no metal studs but rather delicately tooled leather in his colors, black with a thin rim of red. The inside was lined with soft material that wouldn’t irritate Stretch’s more delicate cervical vertebrae. The only adornment was a simple metal buckle, shining silver, with no rings to clip any sort of leash, or whatever ridiculousness the other verses expected.

Carefully, Stretch picked it up from the box and with his sharp inhale, Edge knew he was feeling the protection woven into it. Which he certainly should, it was directed at him, all the safeguards that Edge had saturated it with. Protection, claiming, security, warnings. All of it interlaced with Stretch in mind.

His eye lights were wide, unreadable, and Edge braced himself for Stretch to decline it, gently perhaps, with understanding and caring or even angrily, refusing what he saw as a claim of ownership.

“can you put it on me?”

Only in the deepest depths of his viciously suppressed fantasies had Edge ever allowed himself to imagine hearing those soft words.

He hesitated, hardly able to believe it, “Out here? Someone might see.”

“so?” Stretch sounded genuinely perplexed. “why wouldn’t i want them to know you’re protecting me?”

There was a tremor in his hands as he took the collar, fastening it carefully around Stretch’s neck as he held obediently still. The leather was cool as Edge smoothed his fingers over it, not yet warmed by Stretch’s body heat. The color against the paleness of his bones drew the eye, as intended, the redness matching better to the deep orange of Stretch’s magic than he’d dared hope.

His brother’s collar was a warning and a challenge in one. Stretch’s was focused more on protecting, but the sudden enticement of seeing it on him sent hot magic flooding Edge’s mouth, eager to form a tongue. He hadn’t misled Stretch, it was not about ownership, but to see Stretch willingly wearing his collar, something he never thought to witness, was unexpectedly arousing.

From the flush that rose in Stretch’s cheek bones, Edge wasn’t hiding his desire as much as he would have liked. Not that Stretch seemed to mind. His smile as he stroked a finger over it was shy, almost coy.

“i wouldn’t wear it everywhere but maybe when i come to underfell? if you wouldn’t mind?”

Mind? That was a deliberate tease. Edge moved to straddle Stretch’s lap, already imagining him in Underfell, the Monsters of Snowdin seeing that Stretch had chosen to wear his collar. It was more of a declaration than words could ever be.

Stretch’s startled laughter was an enticement of its own. His hands settled lightly on Edge’s hips as he nuzzled his way down, breathing in the smell of leather and a new sweetness. Already Stretch’s magic was being drawn into it and if he wore it enough, it would saturate the collar, mixing with his own.

The idea held more appeal than Edge wanted to admit.

“you didn’t want the neighbors to see you putting a collar on me, but this is all right?” Stretch teased. The underlying hoarseness in his voice was delectable and Edge shifted back up to taste it, capturing his mouth in a kiss.

“So take me inside,” Edge murmured and with another soft laugh, he did.

The collar was even more attractive when it was the only thing Stretch was wearing, Edge discovered, another conclusion he hadn’t even considered.

Later that night, lying together in the ruins of Stretch’s bed, Edge sat awake, watching his lover sleep. With precise care, he hooked a finger around the collar, careful not to wake him. Much as Stretch liked to imply he was an idiot, Edge knew better, but knowing what he did about misunderstandings regarding collars, it was no wonder that Stretch had missed the obvious truth of it.

That was fine, they had time work through it. Edge planned to make certain of it.

He did lean in, though, whispering softly, unheard, “I’m yours.”

Stretch didn’t so much as murmur in his sleep but it was satisfying to say. Drowsiness was pulling him in and Edge allowed it to draw him down, nestling against Stretch’s side with a sigh.

Belonging was not owning, but that was a lesson for another time.

-fin

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(Second chapter of my nsfw ‘Free fall into a living Fell’ UF story is up!~)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30718109/chapters/76071509#workskin

The sounds of unseen monitors beeping and heavy machines busily churring away somewhere inside the lab barely reaching your still chilled ears as you were still very much in a state of silent shock over how easily you have been recaptured, you felt like a complete and utter idiot for having ran directly towards the Ruins in your failed escape attempt, Sans having made it blindingly clear that he didn’t think you were all too smart either for pulling such a foolish, predictable stunt.

If you had instead ran off to hide somewhere in...say, the huge, hazy labyrinth that was Waterfall, perhaps concealing yourself among the many bunches of Echo flowers that grew wild there, or even in Hotland itself than maybe you could have thrown the hulking skeleton off your trail long enough to find someone willing to help you out.

Of course, thinking of what you could have done better to avoid your current position of hanging precariously off of San’s shoulder wasn’t really going to help you much at all now, the sound of a nearby door opening and closing somewhere loudly as you lifted your head and tried to scan your limited field of vision indicating that Sans unfortunately wasn’t the only one present.

“Brother! Have you found the human yet?! It’s -your- idiotic fault she escaped in the first place so you better have a good reason to be back here already if you haven’t!”.

The sharp, commanding voice of Papyrus echoing through the lab as you outwardly cringed at how he nonchalantly referred to your escape as if it were simply some trivial matter he had to put up with, Sans only gave you a rough shake to indicate to his sibling that he had, in fact, gotten you back in one piece.

“Yeah, got her right here, and she is just fine, Boss. Barely put up a fight, tibia-honest~”, Sans smirking confidently as you heard Papyrus let out a low groan of annoyance from somewhere nearby due to San’s well placed but terrible pun, the fact that you could only really look at the lab’s flooring unless you painfully craned your head didn’t exactly help you in figuring out was was going on as you were suddenly shifted off of San’s shoulder to stand on your shaky, still frost bitten legs between the brothers.

“Are you sure?? She doesn’t really -seem- all that responsive...hmm...”, Your weary eyes locking with the tiles beneath you still as you were both too ashamed and afraid to look up at the exceptionally tall, black and red clad skeleton looming before you, everything about Papyrus was the complete opposite of the rotund and somewhat pliable Sans, the younger yet somehow more dominant of the pair of brothers being all sharp angles and jagged edges with little if any softness to be found.

“She’s probably just a little shook up still I’m guessing. The little runaway made it all the way back to Snowdin before I found em”, Sans not seeming perturbed much by Papyrus’s wariness on your current state as he soon took one of your arms and tugged you back against his rib cage tightly, he wasted no time in capturing your other arm that instinctively had moved forward to try and push him away from his sudden movements, essentially locking them firmly at your sides as you writhed and fought desperately against the sturdily built skeleton.

“Let g-go of me!!”.

“Eh, still seems she has a lot of fight left in her though despite all that. Course, thats not exactly a ‘bad’ thing if you ask me”, Sans deep chuckle reverberating from his ribs and against your spine as Papyrus was soon standing over your small form with a look that couldn’t quite be considered his typical, hardened glare of contempt that he had acquired from his years of being in the Royal Guard, it still terrified you regardless as you whimpered and ducked your head to your chest at the sensation of his clawed phalanges rubbing gently against your slowly warming cheek.

“Leave me alone...”, A whispered breath escaping your voice as you had no real choice but to contend with the monster that was forced to kneel before you due to his incredible height, Papyrus was easily at least eight or nine feet tall, his naturally thin build extending just as well to his hands that were now rubbing down and towards the apex of your neck and collarbone, occasionally trailing up to your jawline and back to your cheek again as if he were trying to get a mental image of your own skeletal frame that lurked just beneath your soft skin.

Papyrus ignoring you pleading voice for the most part as Sans continued to hold you in place against his rib cage, now that you were back in captivity where you belonged they could take their time with you if they wished...and they very much planned on doing so it seemed, Papyrus’s hand that had been caressing your face moving to the hem of your grass and water stained shirt and feeling the soft, cold skin beneath of your stomach in a way that made every hair on the back of your neck stand on ends.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t know by now what they intended to keep you alive for, the discussions and agreements about your future having been made quite literally over you not long before your attempted escape earlier, your once barely conscious mind having caught bits of pieces about your fate as you had laid strapped to a examination table, having been throughly checked over and violated while the concoction of drugs that had been met to drag you into a false ‘heat’ had been injected.

Knowing that you were nothing but a living ‘incubator’ to these freaks didn’t exactly help you keep any calmer as Papyrus’s hands moved from your belly to cup your breasts, a pathetic whine escaping your voice as he kneaded the soft, mouldable flesh between his phalanges and toyed with your erect nipples as your squirming started back up unhappily under his touching.

“Perfect, am I right?”, Sans speaking up confidently after another minute or so as Papyrus was busy exploring your body still, the sweet scent of your artificially induced heat filling the confined space of the lab was beginning to drive both of the brother’s mad with hard wired instinctual behavior, Papyrus growling low as he heard San’s voice serving as a ‘interruption’ to his exploration of the human before them.

“So fucking cute....”, His voice dropping a octave as he completely ignored Sans in favor of dipping a hand lower on your belly again and rubbing small circles on the pit just above your sex, the feeling of his hand soon diving into your pants and rubbing a long phalange in slow strokes against your increasingly wet slit made you gasp and cry out, a unwanted feeling of warmth spreading through your core as Sans smirked and buried his skull against your neck, gently shushing and praising you as his brother did his handiwork.

“Shhh....that’s a good girl~”, Muttering against and nuzzling your neck as he let his fangs grave along your skin lightly, Sans knew better then to get in the way of his ‘Boss’, the thick, iron collar around his own neck vertebrae indicating that he wasn’t in a much better position socially than you when it came down to it, “Just relax and we’re gonna make that feeling ya got go away real quick~”.

“N-no!”, Shaking your head in response to Sans as Papyrus’s ministrations soon found the bundle of nerve he was now rubbing his thumb against in deep, quick movements, a coil of heat was already beginning to form in your belly as he used your wetness to ease his stroking, a unwanted, soft whimper coming from your voice as you tried to desperately shift away but were only met with Sans maw pressing deeper against your throat threateningly.

“Fuck, keep begging just like that, kid”, The skeleton’s muffled words sending a shiver of fear up your spine as he let the tip of his blue tinted ecto-tongue graze along your neck until it met the corner of your mouth, you instinctively clamped your lips shut as Sans merely chuckled in amusement at your remaining will to defy him, your next move to bury your head in your shoulder to prevent him from taking a part in this humiliation not getting you far as the monster merely grabbed a hold of your chin tightly to force you to face him as he kept one arm still wrapped firmly around your torso.

“Me and my bro, we wanna take things easy with ya if we can but your making this really fuckin’ difficult”, Sans single, red eye light flaring in annoyance for a hot second as he rubbed your cheek roughly with his thumb, the skeleton knew he wasn’t in charge despite being older than Papyrus or else he would have fucked and claimed your right back in Snowdin as he had wanted to do, your increasingly heated whimpering as his brother continued to rub and press skillfully against your swollen clit earning a annoyed growl from the obviously jealous Sans as he gripped your torso tighter.

Sans didn’t like the fact that he had to share you, but it wasn’t as it he had much of a choice in the matter, the hierarchy of Fell not being a system that even he was willing to screw with. Papyrus had earned his spot as top dog in the Royal Guard fair and square, Sans himself...having used most of his free time towards snoozing or generally not giving a shit due to certain circumstances that had long since passed, thus creating the odd dynamic now where his younger brother lorded over him like a wayward dictator while he stepped in line obediently most of the time.

The few times he -had- directly disobeyed Papyrus? Well, there was a reason he had a oddly placed golden tooth on his upper jaw and it wasn’t just for looks, Sans having been knocked out for nearly a day and a half after he lost the resulting fight for dominance that had ensued.

“Brats like you need to learn when to give up and give in. Besides, you already know how this is gonna turn out for ya so why not just enjoy it?~”.

Sans deep voice almost having a warning tone directed towards you as he spoke, you were too caught up in your own, unwanted feelings of pleasure to warrant him much attention, the sensation of Papyrus deciding to take things a step forward and press a single, long digit to your entrance as his thumb continued its work on your sensitive nub causing you to naturally tense up, your entire body shivering with how close to orgasm you already were at this point.

Opening your mouth to fruitlessly but loudly protest as your tightness instantly formed around Papyrus’s roving finger when he easily used your wetness to aid in pressing his typically dry phalange inside of you, it was the chance that Sans had been waiting for, him gripping your cheek and using your moment of pained distraction to press his fang lined mouth against your own, a flat, blue tongue quickly muffling your panic as it quickly worked its way past your lips and wrestled with your own, much smaller organ for dominance, the monster’s wet appendage practically sliding down your throat as you thrashed and bucked unhappily against the skeleton’s vice like hold on you.

A heavy, content groan coming from the monster as your saliva mingled with his blue magic, it was just as he suspected....

You tasted fuckin’ amazing, just like how your increasingly tantalising heat smelled, like a mix of the best aspects of a sweet treat that was just waiting to be devoured.

....It made Sans wonder how other aspects of your anatomy would wind up tasting when your were locked back in your cell with him and Papyrus later, the widely built skeleton determined to leave no parts of your virgin body untouched like the breeding bitch you were met be.

Self autonomy wasn’t going to be granted to you if he had a say in it, your cute little Soul belonging to him and his brother the moment you had so stupidly fallen down here and decided to leave the safety of those weird, ‘uninhabited’ Ruins.

Panting and clawing at Sans fur lined jacket as you were barely able to hold yourself back when you climax finally hit, hard, your muffled cries were swallowed up by the ecto-tongue still stuffing your mouth, Sans giving one last lick to the roof of your mouth as Papyrus rid out your orgasm, pumping his probing finger in and out of you quickly as your muscles pulsed and clenched around him beautifully.

“That’s it~”, The sensation of your warm walls quivering around his digit being exactly what he had been trying to work out of you, it was a sure sign that the drugs in your system were working still despite you exerting such a large amount of energy by running off, Papyrus really not wanting to have to waste more of the supply on a second dose.

It was only when your heated body finally began to relax after a few seconds that Sans let you take a much needed, deep breath as you coughed and sputtered unhappily when he removed his tongue with a lick to your lips, Papyrus too slowly removing his finger as he grinned wickedly and licked your juices that had pooled and coated his hand, your small, trembling form not being used to this kind of treatment by any means as you looked exhausted and ready to collapse to your knees at any moment as the scar faced Papyrus soon rose back up to his full, intimidating height.

“I-I hate you....”.

Your weak voice barely making a dent in the increasing tension of the lab as Sans only slightly loosened his grip on you now that you had been ‘tamed’ ever so slightly, he did raise a bone brow down at you curiously though with the bit of feistiness you still seemed to have left with your comment.

“Mmm, that doesn’t really matter, baby bones. Course, I really wasn’t expectin’ ya to take any of this really well when I found you”, A deep set rumble coming from the skeleton’s chest as he laughed lowly and spared a glance at Papyrus who was already presenting that ultra dignified posture once again that he held so well, the tall and lanky monster couldn’t hide the cloud of increasingly feral nature hiding behind his eye lights though, him simply swivelling on his red heeled boots as he motioned for Sans to get rid of you for the time being.

“Stop musing with the human, Sans! We still have work left to do! Bring her to her cell and meet me back here when you are done!”, Papyrus shooting a look to his brother as you heard a annoyed sigh come from Sans with the order, once again you were lifted into the broad shouldered monster’s arms, this time with little resistance as he cradled you a bit more gently with your head resting against his clavicle instead of being slung over him like a sack of potatoes as he had done earlier.

“Heh, yeah yeah, I know, Bro”, Sans dismissing Papyrus casually as you were brought into the long, white corridor that laid beyond the lab’s main area, the only few sights of notes were the couple of steel doors that lined each side of the length of it, your own, much despised cell laying on the second to right of the hall.

You had only escaped from it a few hours ago previously, the sight of the mostly bare room save for a dresser, a lamp, a mounted t.v that you suspected was a monitor of sorts and a rather large bed with tasteless looking restraints at its four corners filling you with dread as you knew that a chance to escape likely wasn’t going to come again.

Sans had forgotten to lock the door correctly previously and had unintentionally given you a chance to break free, him casually plopping you down onto your bed as he locked the door behind him this time, with exaggerated intent, making it clear he had learned from his previous mistake and wasn’t apt to repeat it again.

“L-listen, I’m sure I can help you guys find other ways to get to the surface. You don’t have to do this”, Shuffling to the far side of your bed as Sans for once kept his distance and merely watched as you tried to put distance between the both of you, his wide smirk never left his face as he simply dug for something in his pocket that he than threw at you casually, the clatter of something heavy and jangling hitting the floor near your bed catching your attention as you cautiously leaned down to pick it up.

“A-a collar?? Wait no, I’m -not- wearing this!”, Your dark eyes widening at the sight of the pink, heart studded collar that Sans had tossed to you, a clasp at the back of the thick leather material held it all together, A ‘SP’ at the front hanging from a circular tag bringing the whole ‘pet’ concept to life. Sans chuckling under his breath as he had lit a Echo cigarette that was now hanging between his teeth while you were examining your new ‘claim of ownership’. the hazy, purple waves of the drug calmed the agitated monster’s nerves down as he tried to not think of how easy it would be to pin you down right now and fill your cunt directly on your bed before Papyrus got the first claim on you later.

All of this waiting was enough to drive a monster mad....

“Ya don’t got much of a choice. It’s the Boss’s orders to give that to ya and if I were you I would do what he wants”, Sans leaning against the door of your cell as he watched you ponder over your new collar for a few seconds, he honestly wasn’t expecting you to throw it directly back at his face with clear fury only a few seconds after he had given it to you, him just barely catching a hold of it with his blue magic as for a moment his typically red eye socket went blank, leaving a hollow hole in his skull that chilled you to the bone to look at.

“Drop. Dead! I would rather die than wear something that stupid!”, Finding your voice’s strength as you crossed your arms over your chest like a petulant child, the sound of a familiar, crackling static buzzing near your ear made you freeze in place as if by instinct, Sans porting directly in front of you as the sensation of cold leather touching your neck nearly made you jump a foot in the air.

“I-I said don’t touch me!!”, Yelling unhappily as you attempted to lung forward and away from Sans, the blue magic that the monster had formed around your frail Soul prevented you from moving so much as a muscle as the click of the collar’s lock around your neck and Sans brushing your long hair out of the way to admire it made your cheeks pinken in humiliation.

T-this jerk....he was playing dirty!

“To be honest baby bones, ya didn’t say that, all you said was you would rather die than wear your collar”, Sans correcting your complaints as he kept his magic formed around your Soul, the comment earned a indignant huff from you as Sans adjusted the strip of leather to make sure it wasn’t biting into your neck too tightly.

“Besides, this -is- kinda all your fault for running off like you did. If ya had just stayed here and behaved Pap’s would have probably given ya a little more freedom to roam around. Our little mama is gonna need plenty of exercise to make healthy little Souls after all”.

“Shut u-up!”, Your blush growing heavier as Sans made it seem so casual that you have essentially been kidnapped and had been put into your current position, if your Soul wasn’t being held captive by his magic right now you would have turned around and decked him directly in the jaw for such a lewd comment.

God, you hated this arrogant idiot....

“Awww, already being hormonal and your not even pregnant yet~ I bet it’s cause’ of your heat, right?”, Sans grinning almost playfully as he buried his nasal ridges against your hair and inhaled, the skeleton’s hand had just begun to wander towards groping your ass by the time he heard a heavy knock on the door, the inaudible sound of Papyrus yelling something earning a sharp growl from Sans at the interruption as he reluctantly let your Soul free from his magic.

“Always interrupting my business....”, Muttering to himself as he stood up abruptly and stomped out his cigarette on the ground with a boot, Papyrus would kill him ten times over if he found he was smoking in front of you, the potential carrier of their children, “Yeah! I’m comin’, just hold on!”.

You meanwhile scrambling to the corner between the dresser and bed as you buried your head in your knees pathetically to hide your fearful tears, you didn’t bother to look up when Sans left you alone once again in your cell, the sound of the brothers arguing over something once the door was shut and locked again being the only other sound besides the ticking of a nearby wall clock near the t.v.

This was going to be a long, long night....

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MAYEM: Fear & Loathing - Pt.7

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“Good.” Gaster smiled back at him and wished that he could help somehow, Papyrus that is. He just had to tell himself that this was good too, helping with the core and all.

The two Pap’s were so different it was crazy to ever think the little one would, maybe, somehow, grow up to be just like his. How could that even happen? Maybe it wouldn’t. It wasn’t like this Gaster had grown up to be completely like him.

He was way too damn nice.

--

It was a little funny how much the other Gaster denied his niceness, to the point where he fully ignored it existed at all. Ah well. Self-loathing did funny things to a skeleton.

Gaster nodded. “He’s definitely improving. Hopefully when things calm down, it’ll be even better, but he’s much better than he was. I was worried he was starting to backslide when he stopped talking again, so… your Papyrus showed up right in time.”

--

“Maybe there’s a reason for everything.” Gaster said as he pulled out his notepad and flipped to the page with his suggestions on it. “But that would mean there’s a thing such as fate, and I don’t believe in that nonsense.”

--

“Oh, thank fuck,” Gaster said, heaving out a sigh of relief, “I was worried you were about to start talking about destinies and shit.”

--

“Fuck that shit.” Gaster cursed, frowning but not looking angry at his twin. Perhaps he was recalling something in his past that made him a little bitter about the whole idea.

--

“You met someone who was really hardcore about that, huh?” he asked, figuring venting might help.

--

Gaster opened and closed his mouth a few times. He paused and actually looked around for a moment, as though he expected someone to leap out right from time and space to give him a slap.

“Yeah, actually. Their name was Seer. Or that’s what we called them.”

--

“‘Them’ as in a group, or one extremely annoying individual?” Gaster asked, listening interestedly.

--

“One extremely annoying individual. I think. Maybe there’s more of them. I don’t know.” Gaster flung his hands up, as if thinking about it was enough to drive him insane. “They worked as our river person after the war but… ugh.” He shoved his notepad back into himself much more forcefully than he intended.

“During the war they worked was, obviously, the seer for the king. They would predict the outcome of battles and all that nonsense but it was always just vague enough that you couldn’t really tell whether or not they were actually seeing the future or fate or whatever the fuck.” He flung his hands up and began to gesture along with his speech.

“Drove me fucking insane. They hung on their every word. I mean, I do owe them a lot, but… fuck.”

--

Gaster winced a bit, watching the notepad disappear. He decided not to comment on the ‘owing them a lot’ part, since knowing you owed a lot to someone who you didn’t trust or even like was… never the most fun thing to talk about. But still. “Wow. That, um. Yeah, that sounds awful to listen to all the time.”

--

“I had to travel with them at one point. Longest weeks of my life.” He sighed, recalling the memory. “They’re… a nice monster, but… jeeze. Everything they do goes against what I believe in.”

There was a pause.

“Somehow they keep finding me too, which is strange. It’s gotta be some sort of magic. That’s the only way I can explain it. A magic very specific to that particular monster. Whatever that monster happens to be.”

--

“You never saw a monster quite like them?” Gaster asked, curious about that remark in particular.

--

“I… yeah…” Gaster went deep into thought, a finger tapping his chin. “Sort of like an elemental but… I don’t think they were. It was very disorienting to look at. Like their appearance constantly changed every time you looked away.”

“Maybe cloaking magic? But I’ve never heard of that before.”

--

Gaster blinked at the description. “That’s… odd, definitely. ...are shapeshifters real in your world, I guess?”

--

“I’ve certainly never heard of them. Are they here?” He asked, looking up at his double.

--

Gaster shook his head. “They’re children’s stories. Monsters that can change their shape at will, to… basically anything.”

--

“That would make the most sense, but…” Gaster just shrugged, “I’ve honestly never heard of it and never met a monster with the same ability. Seer was… very strange.”

“... Which says a lot coming from me, I think.” He chuckled.

--

After a moment, Gaster grinned. “Maybe you had an early dimensional traveler on your hands.”

--

Gaster’s eye sockets widened, then narrowed. “Oh that bastard. If they were I will be so pissed.”

--

Gaster laughed. “Maybe you’ll find out on your trip? Maybe you’ll run into a younger version of them or something. Then you can interrogate them by pretending you know their future. It’ll be fun for the whole family. Fake-out the mystic.”

--

The doctor’s grin widened at the thought, then fell again as he looked to his counterpart. “Do any of your river people say ‘tra-la-la’ before every other sentence?”

--

Gaster looked blankly at his counterpart. “....do riverpeople talk?”

--

He stared at his double for a long while before mumbling ‘shit’ under his breath. “There goes that idea I guess. I was hoping they would be here somehow.”

--

“Sorry,” Gaster said, “have you asked around in other dimensions about the riverpeople?”

--

“Nah. I didn’t think of it until you said something. I will next time we jump and I find one.” Gaster shrugged, “Knowing Seer they’ll give me some vague hint or say nothing at all.”

--*****

Gaster nodded. “Still, it’s as good a plan as any.”

--

He sighed and looked at the ceiling, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

--

Gaster looked up at the clock at the wall, checking the time. “...it’s getting towards the end of my shift. Want to cut out early and head back to see the boys?”

--

“Yeah, might as well. I feel we got a lot done today, despite how much time we spent being idiots.” He grinned at his double. “I’ll let you get a headstart. I don’t wanna walk into the apartment before you get there.”

--

“You mean we spent time not being idiots?” he asked, grinning back. “All right. I’ll meet you there.”

He took a moment to finish backing up before heading out, making sure his double was out of the line of sight of the door before he went.

He jumped a bit when he opened the door and realized there was another monster standing outside it.

They were a waterfall monster, clearly; a sort of fishman with a forked tongue and bright blue skin.

“Hey there, Wingdingss,” they said. “Who you talkin’ to in there?”

“Myself,” Gaster said, face impassive. He pushed by the fish monster, shouldering his way into the hall and locking the door closed behind himself. “Sorry if I bothered you.”

“Ssssee, I thought that at first, but then I remembered you talk to yoursself with your handss,” the fish monster said, following along behind Gaster as he tried to walk down the hall. “And it actually ssounded like a conversation. Sso…. just out of friendly curiosssity I thought I’d ask.”

“I think you’ve imagined things.”

--

He watched his double stop at the door and instantly tense up, or tensed as much as goo could. His flesh rippled and he bit back the itch of magic at his fingertips, recalling what his twin had said about there being… disagreements in the lab.

Gaster didn’t move until the door was fully closed, quickly forming a pointed bone in his hand and silently walking to stand behind the door as he listened in on the conversation. He moved along the side of the room as the conversation moved, his other hand waving to open up a prompt and keep as much of an eye on what was happening as he could through the wall.

--

“Sso rude,” the fish monster said, laughing a bit. They seemed fairly carefree as they spoke, but Gaster still didn’t let his guard down, doing his best to appear calm as the other walked behind him. He fought the overwhelming urge to protect his back. “Are you ssure you’re not hiding a third exxperiment in there? Needed one more sspecimen to add to your collection?”

It took all he had to not summon a bone and skewer the fish right there in the hallway.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t. He couldn’t afford to be the bad guy here.

Sans and Papyrus couldn’t afford for him to be the bad guy.

So he laughed instead. A dead sort of chuckle compared to his real one, but convincing enough. “That’s a nice thought. But no. I think I have enough. Thank you. I should be leaving, now, my shift’s ended. You know how upset they get when we don’t go sleep when we’re supposed to.”

The fish made a face, and Gaster kept walking, trying to outpace them.

--

Hohohohohoooo boy. Gaster felt his arm shake, the grip on his weapon tightening. This bastard. This bastard.

His eyes went blank as they walked further than the room went and he stopped, standing in the corner and letting his eyes watch his window. He could see the distance each of them was, which hopefully was enough.

Hopefully the fish would have enough sense to let him be.

--

The fish apparently didn’t like being deflected like that. He stopped following Gaster as closely, but still called out after him, “Whatever you’re doing with thossse weaponsss, you may’ve fooled Asssgore, but we won’t let you get away witth it!”

Gaster waved behind himself, calling, “Yeah, have a good day!” before rounding the corner and breaking into a much quicker walk, reaching the elevator and getting up to the top level and outside the lab as quickly as he could.

--

Gaster could feel his body start to boil with rage. Figuratively at least.

The window vanished with a wave of his hand and he just… stood there. A part of him, a very large part of him wanted that fish to come back and try to unlock the door.

Come on in.

See what’s inside.

You know you want to.

You know you want this fucking B O͞ ͘N̷ E͢ ͘ ̨S͢ H O V̵ ̸E D ͏ ̡T ̕H R̀ ́O ̡U G H ̡Y͜ ̀O ҉U͏ R̢ ̕Ȩ Y̧ E̢ ̸B A̴ L͟ ̨L.͜

He would probably be even later than he intended getting back to the apartment and he would probably wait an unreasonably long time inside the room, hoping one of those pieces of shit that called themselves a monster would try to come inside and see what exactly his double had been talking to.

--

The doorknob rattled.

The fish monster had come back.

He muttered under his breath, ‘fucking ssskeleton and hiss lockss,’ twisting the knob one more time.

--

Gaster stood on the opposite side of the door, behind where it would swing open. He held breath he no longer needed and quickly diffused his magic and forced himself to let go of his form as much as he could.

He didn’t want to look like his double. He didn’t want to get him into more trouble than he probably already would.

But he was going to scare this little asshole straight if he could.

--

After a third rattle, the door lock still held, and the fish monster sighed loudly on the other side.

They punched the door--or, it sounded like they did. But the door didn’t budge, and not enough force had been applied for it to. With all the scrutiny going through the lab at the moment, it’d take an idiot to break down the most high profile scientist’s door, much less mess with whatever it was he was experimenting on.

Maybe they’d find an idiot willing to take the fall?

Not in the lab, though.

Unfortunately.

Making another disgusted sound, the fish monster turned and headed towards the break room, burbling angrily.

That skeleton stole his chance to see the stars. To know the ocean.

Fuck it. It wasn’t like whoever was locked in that room was going anywhere anytime soon.

--

Gaster waited. He waited even after the monster had gone. He waited, holding himself perfectly still, than any sane person would.

Then, suddenly, he relaxed a little. The anger started to die down. He looked down at himself.

… He really was a freak, wasn’t he?

A horrible, murderous freak.

The doctor sighed and pulled himself together again, this time easier than all the previous times now that he wasn’t drained of energy. He slumped against the wall and sat down.

That had been stupid. He was so stupid.

Gaster pressed the palms of his hands to his skull right above his eyes. If he had gone through with that his doppelganger would have had to deal with so much more shit and it would have all been his fault. He was no good at this. He didn’t know delegation or how to delicately tiptoe around something so sensitive a subject as this.

But his double did. He was doing exactly what he needed to do.

Gaster groaned at himself and pulled his legs to his chest, hugging them.

He needed to calm down before teleporting back home.

--

It was a while later that a voice buzzed through the room.

Coming from one of those communication devices he’d handed out was the other Gaster’s voice.

“....hey. Are you coming back?”

His double sounded tired, concerned, but otherwise fine.

--

Gaster flinched at the sudden voice and reached up to press the button through his head.

“Yeah.”

There was an awkward pause before he repeated himself. “Yeah. Just… wanted to calm down a little beforehand. I’m coming.”

He inhaled sharply and stood up.

--

“Are things okay?” his double didn’t sound soothed at the promise at all. “The others can’t hear right now. I’m in the hallway.”

--

Gaster glanced at the door he stood beside before walking away from it and speaking quieter. “That monster came back to the door and tried to open it. I was just… being dumb.”

He hoped that was enough for his double to infer that he wanted to kill the guy, or at least scare the shit ouf of him.

--

There was a sharp intake of breath over the receiver. His double also spoke more quietly. “...Gaster… what did you do?”

He’d definitely inferred it well enough.

He just needed to know if his double had actually gone through with it.

--

“... Nothing. I didn’t do anything.” He said, his voice sounding ashamed of himself.

“I’m sorry.”

Even though he hadn’t actually done anything he still felt compelled to apologise for nearly doing something really idiotic.

--

Gaster let out a breath of relief. “It’s fine. You didn’t do it, so things are fine. And we--we would’ve figured something out if you had.”

Living with Papyrus had greatly increased his capacity to talk about violence and death without sounding condescending rather than comforting.

“But since it didn’t happen, it’s not anything we need to worry about. You’re all right, though? Feeling okay?”

--

Gaster closed his eyes and pressed a knuckle against his forehead, tapping it there a few times as he listened to his double.

At his question he let out a tiny, bitter laugh. “Okay enough. I’m the opposite of how I felt initially meeting Papyrus, so… things should be alright.”

He made no comment about it being alright for him, but he didn’t find that very important. The kids came first.

--

“But how are you?” Gaster asked, taking the hint and violently ignoring it. “You sound like shit.”

--

Gaster’s arm dropped from his head to hang by his side. You could hear the annoyance that was across his face through the receiver. “Thanks.”

He tried to laugh it off, a sort of dry chuckle not unlike the one his double had used out in the hallway. “I feel like a piece of shit.”

He wanted to laugh again and to say that he was a horrible person, but stopped himself.

--

“Because you wanted to kill them?”

--

There was a long pause before a very tired, very drained, almost completely different sounding voice came from the other end.

“... Yeah.”

--

“And did you kill them?”

It was the tone of voice of someone who knew the answer, but was going to make you answer anyway.

--

There was another pause before a completely different tone came through. “No mom, jeeze!”

Things were getting too tense. Too whiney. Too emotional. He switched to humor just like he always did to try and cloak it all.

--

“Then good fucking job, Junior!” Gaster said, following along with the humor without ever losing the intensity of his voice. “You’ve been conditioned to kill shit! You fought that conditioning and didn’t kill shit when you had the chance! That’s not something to be upset about, that means you did a good. Excellent job. Now get your goopy ass over here and get a hug from your sons. Because you did something. Remember that talk we had about assholes who believe in fate? Well, you made a conscious decision to say ‘fuck that’ and you did a thing, and that thing was not doing shit. Except making me talk for way too fucking long, my throat is on fire, holy fuck. Has my point gotten across, yet, or do I have to tell you I was tempted to kill the fucker too, but I didn’t, because I’ve conditioned myself my whole life to deal with things like that?”

--

Through his double’s entire monologue Gaster didn’t say a thing. He waited until he was finished before teleporting right in front of him, hand dropping from the side of his head with a dopey, toothless grin on his face.

“Does this mean we can get nice cream for being good?”

--

Gaster punched him in his goop shoulder. “Only if you bring enough to share.”

--

The doctor mouthed a ‘yes’ and did a little fistpump in the air.

--

Gaster shook his head. “You well enough to go inside?”

--

“Yeah I’m good.” He smiled, genuinely this time.

--

Gaster nodded, “Good.”

He opened the door and stepped inside, calling, “Hey, Papyrus! Come give your dad a hug! He’s been dumb about his feelings again.”

Then he stepped inside and started planning out the logistics of buying and transporting enough nice cream for this hell family.

--

Papyrus looked up from his seat on the couch. “AGAIN!? WHAT NOW?” He set down the tablet he had been messing with.

“Oh god.” Gaster palmed his face as he closed the door behind him.

--

“Upset about dumb thoughts when he didn’t actually do anything dumb,” Gaster said. “He’s just upset he had them at all. Don’t nag him too much. Also, we’re apparently getting nice cream.”

--

Papyrus scoffed and stood up, his brother’s head flopping back into the couch. “yay nice cream.” He mumbled, giving a thumbs up from his position still sprawled over it.

“Papy please have mercy.” Gaster mumbled, looking incredibly embarrassed despite being unable to blush. His son had none of it, wrapping his big arms around his father and squeezing him tight.

“YOU’RE A VERY SILLY MAN SOMETIMES.” He said, patting his father on the head as he hugged him.

“I know.”

“YOU’RE NOT A BAD MAN.”

Gaster didn’t reply, which only made Papyrus hug him tighter. “SAY IT WITH ME.”

The doctor mumbled out something under his breath and his son glared. “THAT WAS TERRIBLE.”

This looked like it had happened a couple of times before at least. Perhaps this was why he had been so good at convincing his smaller self that he wasn’t a bad person; he had to do it with his father occasionally as well.

--

Gaster had to look away and cover his mouth to hide his grin as he watched Papyrus and Gaster.

That Papyrus was really something.

...and so was the other Gaster’s self-loathing.

Gaster’s own Papyrus had been stewing in nerves and sadness ever since they’d met, but a night with Papyrus as physical evidence and a long conversation had given him enough hope to really try for a better, kinder future. The face that this older Papyrus seemed to give the same sort of treatment to his father without the same sort of effect… said a lot.

Or maybe it meant the other Gaster wasn’t as open about his issues as the younger Papyrus was.

Or maybe seeing his supposedly ‘better’ twin didn’t give him the same hope as the Papyru had. Maybe it was an age thing; he felt he could never go back.

Whatever it was, it wasn’t anything a few gallons of Nice Cream couldn’t help soothe.

He hoped that bunny was going to be okay once Gaster placed the order.

--

Gaster continued to groan and mumble, Papyrus even going so far as to give him a shake in his arms. “COME ON NOW.”

“holy cow dad just say it.” Sans said, laughing as he watched from the couch.

“FfffI’m not bad! Jesus let me go.” Gaster finally said, his son obliging.

“NICE JOB.” Papyrus pat his father on the head as though he were a child. Maybe he was. An overgrown child thousands of years old who threw temper tantrums.

Gaster was unsure how to look, bridging somewhere between wanting to melt away into the floorboards and screaming.

--

Gaster snorted, trying hard not to laugh. “All right. Okay. I’m going to get the nice cream. All of you have to behave and not wreck my apartment until I get back. Papyrus is in charge.”

He headed over to the couch and pulled a wadded envelope out from between the cushions before pulling on the only coat he had which wasn’t a labcoat and aiming for the door again.

--

His double opened his mouth in shock. His SON was in charge over him? The NERVE.

Papyrus started to flex his nonexistent muscles.

Gaster glared at him.

Sans just laughed.

--

Gaster laughed at the expression on his twin’s face.

He left quickly, hoping to avoid whatever rath might’ve been triggered by that stunt.

Even if Papyrus was definitely the best of any of them to leave in charge of the house.

Things were going to be okay.

--

While his double was gone, Gaster groaned and moved to flop down onto the couch with Sans. “I can’t believe this. My own son outranks me.”

“IT’S BECAUSE I’M SO GREAT!” Papyrus grinned and then moved to the door to the bedroom he knew the two boys to be resting inside. He gently knocked on the door.

--

“heya,” Sans’s voice came from inside at the knock, indicating they were both awake and it was probably okay to open the door.

--

Papyrus opened it slowly and peeked inside, smiling. “YOUR DAD HAS GONE TO GET US NICE CREAM! DO YOU WANT TO COME OUT OR WAIT UNTIL HE’S BACK?”

Gaster winced and made grabbing gestures at Papyrus before signing ‘Not dad! Not dad!’

Oh well.

--

Sans and Papyrus glanced at each other from where they were tangled on the bed, before Sans glanced back at their elder and said, “...you mean your dad?”

Papyrus probably just misspoke.

--

Papyrus suddenly looked nervous, eye sockets bouncing between the door and what he could make out his father singing from the corner of his eyes. “ER, NO, I MEANT YOUR… GASTER. IT’S HARD TO KEEP TRACK OF WHO’S WHO! NYEH-HEH-HEH!”

He hated lying so much.

--

Sans… wasn’t really sure why he felt like Papyrus was lying, even when what he was saying was definitely probably right? Whatever. He let it go. Maybe Papyrus was just awkward sometimes. “okay, cool. let us know when he gets here? i dunno if paps has ever had nice cream before….?”

He glanced over at his brother, who shrugged.

“oh well. still needs more nice cream, either way.”

--

Papyrus nodded and slowly backed out the door, closing it gently behind him. He then spun around and stared at his father, sweating.

Gaster sighed and shrugged.

--

Sans and Papyrus remained in their bredroom.

“well that was weird,” Sans said. Papyrus nodded.

About half an hour later, the doorknob glowed indigo and the door swung open.

“All right, now we’re going to test how much nicecream a skeleton can ingest, I guess,” Gaster said, levitating several buckets of nicecream onto the table.

--

“Holy crap.” Gaster said, watching as the buckets of nice cream were set on the table. “I’m surprised you actually took that joke to heart.” He laughed.

Papyrus stood and walked to the bedroom door again, knocking before peeking inside. “YOUR GASTER IS BACK WITH THE NICE CREAM.”

--

“Fuck you, jokes are serious business,” Gaster said with an extremely straight face. “And as it is, I’m also going to use the goodwill generated from this to get you all to let me pass out for a while, because I need to go hide my head for a while after these last few days.”

A few minutes later, Sans and Papyrus emerged from their room, ready for a massive amount of sugar.

--

“Giving kids nice cream and then expecting them to be quiet enough for you to sleep? You’re nuts.” Gaster said, then laughed. ���But sure. Go pass out. We can watch the kiddos.”

--

“That’s what I was banking on,” Gaster said, grinning back. As opposite as they were, the moments when he and his twin really got each other were exceptionally worth it. He got some bowls and plates--the few he had--and began scooping them out.

Honestly, he hadn’t funny believed the joke or taken it seriously at all, until the other Gaster had done a fist pump and for a moment looked genuinely like he’d have liked nice cream.

And, well. Maybe everyone needed a pick-me-up every now and then.

He served a handful of bowls of nice cream and then delegated the elder Papyrus to be in charge of refills.

--

Papyrus gave a salute and handed a bowl to his brother, then offered one to his father, who looked at it oddly.

“Pap I don’t need to eat.”

“YOU DON’T NEED TO. BUT YOU SHOULD.” He thrust the bowl at his father until he took it. “SANS TOLD ME WE USE TO EAT THIS TOGETHER, RIGHT?”

Gaster smiled a little, “Yeah we did. Thanks Pap.”

--

While they served icecream, Gaster went to find his own corner to curl up in and relax on. It’d been a long two days.

Meanwhile, mid bite of icecream, the younger Papyrus leaned over and attempted to whisper “DO YOU THINK HE HAS A TV IN HIS GOOP?” to his Sans.

He succeeded more than his elder version would have. Sans just snorted and turned to their caretaker’s twin. “goopster, paps has a question for ya.”

Papyrus made a startled noise and tried to wave his brother off.

--

“Myeah?” Gaster said as he spooned nice cream into his mouth.

He seemed to be warming up to the name ‘goopster’.

--

“paps wants to know if you’ve got anything we can watch a movie on,” Sans said, grinning up at his… uncle goopster, he decided. Uncle Goopster.

--

“Sure.” Gaster said, pulling the tablet out of his chest before getting up and walking over to the table where everyone was sitting. He had been keeping his distance for the little Papyrus’ sake until now.

“I really only have home movies on this thing though. I don’t think you guys have invented the Undernet yet, have you?”

--

Sans shook his head, eating more icecream. “so we can’t get otehr stuff on it?”

Papyrus didn’t seem nearly as upset this time as the other Gaster approached. He seemed to be getting a bit more used to his presence. Still, showing the home movies to him was probably not the best idea, since they’d either involve the lab or a young Papyrus being happy, and.. even if he didn’t get jealous, it might upset him.

--

“Not without being connected to the net I’m afraid. I don’t have anything like that on mine. Not a big movie fan. What about you two? You have your phones and stuff on you, right?” Gaster looked to his two boys.

Sans pulled out a cellphone from his pocket and Papyrus stood to go fetch the other tablet they brought with them.

“i’ve got some dumb videos saved.”

“I HAVE A FEW MOVIES I THINK.” Papyrus sat back down and began to tap at the screen. “WHAT KIND OF MOVIES DO YOU LIKE?”

Even if they did end up watching home movies, neither of them would have to worry about having to watch their alternate selves being happy at the same age. Those videos had long since been lost in the other timeline. Perhaps that was why he took so many these days, he didn’t have the old ones to look back to.

--

“all of them,” Sans said, very seriously. Then, a moment later, he amended, “what sort do you have?”

Papyrus also leaned in, interested and wanting to see a bit more.

Their Gaster was more of a photography person.

--

“LET’S SEE…” Papyrus said, leaning a bit and angling the screen so the two could better see the movies he had to choose from. Most of them were rather light-hearted children’s movies or action. There were a few comedies and even a horror flick or two on it as well, to which the skeleton frowned and looked over at Gaster. “YOU PUT YOUR SCARY MOVIES ON HERE.”

The doctor just shrugged, “I watch ‘em when you two are asleep and I don’t feel like working.”

--

“scary movies?” Sans asked, leaning forward and poking at one of the images on the screen.

--

The cover of ‘Alien’ popped up, which Papyrus quickly swiped away. “OH NO, NO SCARY MOVIES.”

“Yeah I’m not gonna be responsible for giving you two nightmares.” Gaster said as he spooned more nice cream into his mouth.

--

“we won’t get nightmares,” Sans said, “probably,” eating another scoop of icecream.

Papyrus, on the other hand, was looking pretty interestedly at one of the children’s movies that had appeared on the screen briefly.

--

Papyrus gave his little older brother a stare that screamed ‘yeah sure’, but he did manage to catch the glimpse of his twin’s and swiped back a few. “DID YOU SEE ONE YOU LIKED?”

--

Sans was unintimidated by the stare.

He could definitely handle anything the movies threw at him.

Papyrus nodded, ducking his head a bit and pointing at one of the ones as Papyrus swiped past them. It was brightly colored and appeared to focus on a bushy-tailed animated squirrel.

It looked pretty cute.

--

“OH, GOOD CHOICE!” Papyrus smiled and tapped a few buttons before the movie began to play. He pushed it around so the two could watch it. They couldn’t see the screen from that angle, but that was alright. All of them knew what was happening by the sounds emitted from it.

--

Papyrus was enthralled.

The bright colors, cheerful sounds, and easy conversation of the movie were so different from what he was used to, hidden away in the depths of the capital with his two family members, who meant well, but didn’t exactly break into choreographed song-and-dance to talk about their feelings.

He kind of thought the world would be a better place if that happened more often. People singing about their feelings. And also dancing. It would be really cool if everyone danced??

And the sounds were all mixed together well so that he never got overwhelmed with them???

Movies were excellent he decided.

Then they came to the part with the owl.

And Sans shrieked and hid behind him.

Papyrus didn’t think it was all that scary, but…. he patted Sans’ skull anyway.

So much for not getting nightmares.

--

“ride it out, tough guy.” Sans commented with a grin, having already started to help himself to a second serving of nice cream. Papyrus and Gaster had decided one bowl was enough for them.

‘Goopster’ wasn’t looking at them, his head leaned onto his palm as he just listened to the movie.

But he was smiling.

--

Sans did survive watching the ‘scary’ part of the movie, and was growing very tired by the end. Papyrus had gotten a chance to rest during the day, but Sans had been up for most of it. He was yawning by the end, despite having consumed two bowls of icecream, like his elder.

--

Papyrus, still taking the role of ‘in-charge’ very seriously, posed the two youngsters a question once the credits began to roll. “I THINK IT’S PROBABLY GETTING LATE. DO YOU WANT TO GO TO BED?”

--

Sans nodded, yawning, and his Papyrus nodded along as well, ready to take vigil over his older brother until he could also fall asleep.

--

Papyrus nodded and took the tablet away before standing up and beginning to clean everything. He could use a little nap himself and Sans was always ready to sleep, but their father would probably take a walk around the ruins and mess around with his machine a little during the night rather than do any actual sleeping.

--

While the elder Papyrus cleaned, Sans slipped back onto his crutches and made his way to the room. He paused halfway there, glancing back over his shoulder?

“papyrus? you coming?”

Papyrus held up a finger that meant ‘one moment,’ and turned back to watching his double. A moment later, he got up and began helping clean up.

--

The taller skeleton flashed his double a smile, eager to let him help clean up and giving him small, easy tasks as he went about putting everything in the sink and washing it up, then handing it to be dried over to his small double.

It wouldn’t take long to tidy things at all.

--

Papyrus began to smile a bit as his elder gave him tasks to complete.

He. He was being useful and doing a good thing without anything bad happening to anyone else.

He could get used to cleaning.

Between the two of them, the kitchen was soon back to its usual state of relative cleanliness, and he felt a bit proud of his hand in it.

He gave his elder a smile before running back to his brother and heading in to bed.

--

Papyrus watched his smaller self go before settling down on the air mattress beside his brother, taking his tablet and poking away at it to try and get himself in the mindset to take a nap. Despite using magic today it didn’t seem to affect him at all.

Gaster lingered for a bit before signing ‘going for a walk’ to his sons and teleporting out to do just that.

--

Gaster had long passed out in his corner, fairly content and certain that the kids were safe with their doubles; it gave him some much needed time for relaxation that he hadn’t had for a long time.

Sans and Papyrus climbed into bed together, snuggling up and relaxing; they both fell asleep much more quickly than expected.

All things considered, it had been a good two days.

#mayem #fear and loathing #undertale #RP log #kid #goop #sans #papyrus

[gettinziggywithit]

Getting To Know You: Part 5

I suck at dialogue. Too bad this chapter’s chock full of it!

Diana still wasn’t back yet.

It was almost 11 o’clock and you drummed your fingers nervously on your thigh as it bounced feveriously. ‘Did I make the right choice sending her out by herself?’ You looked over to sans who was still sleeping, it was now going on seven hours and you guessed this was the most sleep he’d had in awhile. He jostled around while he slept and you made sure he didn’t move his healing arm, it almost seemed like he was calmer when you were near.

“-sigh-, Out of all the knuckleskulls to come into my life, it’s you that I gotta get attached to? You and your insufferable insults.” It was now 11:30 and you were sitting on the ground beside the couch, laying on one of the couch cushions, listening to the soft snores the skeleton was making. How did he snore? He didn’t even have lungs! You would’ve vaguely remembered seeing a pair of lungs as you cleaned up his ribs. All you saw was the dark, red stomach.

Sans grunted in his sleep as he moved again, trying to find a comfortable spot. The blanket fell away and you were once again greeted by the red mass that currently inhabited the space beneath his ribs. The magic that made up his stomach seemed to stay congealed in that one spot and despite your better judgment, you carefully laid your hand across the middle of it. Sans made a noise and you immediately removed the hand and held your breath, waiting for him to start yelling. A minute or so passed and he continued to sleep. You settled for your three middle fingers and gently made a path across the wide swatch his stomach. It was a soft, but solid core and slightly warm to the touch. A full body shiver came over sans and what little you could see of his face spread into a small smile.

Feeling bold, you carefully shuffled closer, leaning in to get a better look. The magic was slightly see through and the vague outline of his spine and iliac bones were visible. The bones fascinated you, even if they were somewhat similar to your own. Just something about the bones being part of a living creature was so cool! But, as your gaze traveled upwards, there were marks and nicks that troubled you. Ghosting your fingers across the bottom most set of ribs, there were several chips and gaps, probably from just normal wear and tear and the lack of muscle, fat, and skin to cover them. Sans groaned and again you froze, staring up at him.  Ok, you needed to get whatever fascination out of you before you woke and pissed off the magic skeleton.

His ribs and sternum were wide set and you could see what looked like a dark, deep fracture trailing across it. It started on one of the bottom most ribs on the left and made a path diagonally up and over the sternum to nearly the right clavicle. Whatever did this was sharp and he never fully healed. He couldn’t possibly have survived a cut like this!? Your hand moved over the right side of his ribs and stopped when you felt a warm, pulsing...thing from beneath. You peered closer and saw a tiny white, upside down heart hovering just inside. You knew that was probably the most important thing not to touch, so you just left your hand to lay over it, enjoying the warmth it radiated and calming pulses. It was so nice as you sighed and drew your gaze up to his face where he was clearly wide awake and staring back at you, lazily amused.

“Ya definition of consent is real questionable, [Y/N]”

You pulled your hand away like it was burnt and scrambled back, knocking your head on the coffee table just behind you. “Ow, ugh ok I think I deserved that..” You rubbed the back of your head as you tried to avoid the smirking skeleton that was obviously now awake. “S-sorry, I, I don’t know what came over me.” And you were telling the truth on that, you had no earthly idea what made you touch him like that. The marbles from your head had to be rolling all over the floor into cracks and crevices, never to return. Sans grimaced as he sat up and stretched what limbs he could, “Heh, just ribbin’ ya, kid. Can’t remember when I had such soft hands on me.” He winked and you went 10 shades of red.

You pushed your glasses up and glared at him, “we are SO not having this conversation right now.” He simply shrugged, “Ya humans got 206 bones in ya body. Just thought you might be lookin’ for one more.” Good god, you couldn’t handle an innuendo right now. “Yes we do, and no I’m not and I think we’re done here.” You struggled up to your knees when he grabbed your arm and yanked you forward, “Ya playing an awfully dangerous game, kitten. Are ya sure ya want ta keep it up?” His gaze was deathly serious as you tried to swallow your fear. The gaze went on for a moment longer and then he let you go, laughing loudly.

“Humans are such a fuckin’ riot. They act so high and mighty until they’re up against and wall then shrivel up like cowards. Pathetic.” Rubbing your slightly sore wrist, you sat on top of the coffee table across from him and glanced down at the floor, “You’re not the first one to call me pathetic so whatever reaction you’re looking for, you’re not going to get it.” You expected a sarcastic comeback or something along those lines, but were met with silence. “Who’s called you pathetic?”, he eventually ground out, sounding oddly irritated. You shrugged, “what does it matt-” He leaned forward and grabbed your chin, forcing it upwards so your gaze met his. “It matters ta me, now who. said. it.”

Your eyes widened, not expecting him to be concerned. He still held your chin, but your gaze went off to the side as you tersely answered, “Ex-boyfriend.” His grip instantly dropped and he leaned back into the couch. You were sure he was waiting for an explanation and you sighed, trying to figure out the best and shortest way to explain. “Look, he was just some asshole that I made the mistake of trying to see the best in years ago and I was wrong. I was so wrong.” You crossed your arms protectively in front of you as you leaned down, still staring off in some random direction. “When you give your all to someone, especially when you’re imperfect, you expect that someone to give themselves back to you just the same. Instead, I got lies and ridicule. I’m fucking blind literally and figuratively it seems.” You laughed lowly as tears welled up in your eyes, “Everyday I work on erasing what he did to me,” you removed your glasses and let your hands rest on your knees to whisper maybe just to yourself, “I am not pathetic. I am strong and capable of anything I set myself to.”

As the tears fell and what little vision blurred, you felt sans’ good arm wrap around you in a poor man’s hug. It felt genuine enough and you leaned into it. “You’re worth somethin;’, [Y/N], don’t let anyone tell ya otherwise...at least that’s what I’ve heard said ta me from some four eyed human.” You grinned and wiped away tears, “couldn’t even come up with anything original, sugar skull?” He released you and fell back against the couch again, “can’t a skeleton get partial credit?” A sigh escaped your mouth and you wiped your face with the back of your sleeve, putting the glasses back on, “fine, fine, you get partial credit. I can certainly see you’re feeling better after sleeping for almost 10 hours.” Sans blinked a couple of times, “Damn, I think that’s the most I’ve ever gotten.”

“Didn’t do much for your looks, you still look dead on arrival.” He mocked offense and retorted, “I’ll have you know people are DYING to get these under the eye socket looks and don’t even get close. Pity.” You laughed and shook your head, “So how do you feel?” He shuffled around a bit and moved the arm that was in the sling before slipping it out. The crack had all but healed, leaving a small line to mark what happened, but other than that he seemed fine. “Nothing a shirt and maybe another muffin couldn’t heal.” You rolled your eyes and stood, walking into Diana’s room to fetch an oversized shirt. You found the perfect one with the saying, “Sarcasm: Just One of the Many Services I Offer.” You threw the shirt at the back of his skull and went into the kitchen to grab a muffin for him and an apple for yourself. By the time you came back, he was thoroughly in a better mood with a shirt on and good god, it fit him, but was way too long. “Nice gown, Princess,” you said as you tossed the muffin to him. He scowled as he caught it and began stuffing his face. You ate your apple quietly for a bit before asking him what you knew was going to be a personal question, “sans, what is the scar on your torso from?” He choked a bit on the last of the muffin, “T-that’s, uh...it’s…” You shook your head, “I’m sorry, that was forward of me...again. Forget I said anything.” His own fingers drummed on the armrest before he answered, “No, no, it’s fine. It’s, uh, probably time I get it off my chest, no pun intended this time.”

You set the apple down and sat next to him on the couch and for the next hour or so, you listened with conflicting emotion as he explained his life back Underground. From the birth of Papyrus all the way up to the falling of the seventh child, Frisk, and the hundreds of resets, you were shocked at just how much history he had and went through. “...and just like that, the kid broke the barrier and here we all are. There are times where I’m afraid to sleep, fearful that another reset will happen and I find myself waking on that ratty ass mattress again.” You removed your glassed for probably the 8th time as you wiped away more tears, “God, sans, do you realize how strong you are for going through all that?! I won’t lie, I...I don’t think I could make it time after time, having to repeat a nightmare like that over and over. What you did was a selfless act that I hope you never have to make again.”

He played with the shirt in his lap, “Heh, thanks kit-[Y/N]. I’m still an asshole, though. Nothing can change that.” You agreed, “That you are, but I think there are some good people in the world that are assholes, too. Magical skeletons included.” He rolled his eye lights as you snorted and cleaned your glasses and placed them back on to see a far calmer sans then you ever remembered seeing. “S-so, any idea when your roommate is supposed to be back with Boss? I kinda think I’ve overstayed my welcome what with bleeding on your table, eating your food, and then bawling out my sob story…” He glanced away towards the door with a nervous look as you finally shook your head and called out to get his attention, “sans.” He turned back around and you grabbed his skull and leaned in, “stay as long as you want, sugar skull” and kissed him.

He froze up in your grip, in shock at your bold move, but as you continued to peck kisses against his mouth, he warmed up to it and began to kiss back.You smiled through it and when you finally had to come up for air, he pulled you in again and took control. His mouth opened and you felt something foreign against your lips. It prodded against the closed seam and you let out a gasp in surprise as it took the advantage to slither in. You reared back only to have sans wrap his hand in your hair and keep you close as what could only be described as a thick, slimy appendage explored every inch of your mouth. You figured out moments later when he let you breath again that it was his tongue invading your mouth to tangle with your own. His eye lights were fuzzy around the edges and your own gaze was lidded and you both went for another round of heavy kissing as your hands started to roam around on each other. You both failed to notice the door to the apartment opening and two figures stomping in.

“SANS?!” “[Y/N]?!”

#my writing #Undertrash #Underfell #uf sans #underfell sans x reader #seriously I suck at dialogue #it's just so awkward and blocky sounding

[itsthesinbin]

(SFW) Mine- Underfell!PapyrusxAFAB Reader

This is @burntcookieskell‘s second part to their Papyrus commission! Thank you again for buying the slot!

Warning for: Captor/Prisoner unhealthy relationships, possessive behavior, mentions of abuse/punishments.

“Only time will tell where you end up, I suppose”.

Where you ended up, unsurprisingly, was still in Papyrus’ home. You’ve upgraded, though. You now sleep in a cot in his room. Your cage was put in the living room- a reminder that you can be placed right back in there if your “master” deemed it necessary. He definitely liked to drop that fact, whenever you started to get too bold.

You were also given a little more freedom. You were allowed to walk around outside- with supervision, of course- and could roam around the house when the skeletons were away. The doors were securely locked, and the guards in town were given strict instructions to watch the house closely, but it was better than nothing. Better than being stuck in a cage while Sans makes you watch bad tv.

Speaking of Sans, he was here to “babysit” you again. Aka, Sans will tell Papyrus that when asked. In reality, the older brother was lazing around and watching- as usual- bad movies. You were in the kitchen, cleaning up from Papyrus’ last pasta situation. You don’t understand how he makes such a mess while making lasagna of all things.

“You wanna get off of your ass and help me clean this mess?” You could hear the monster snort from the living room.

“Hell no. Boss usually cleans up his own mess, anyway. I don’t see why I should help you clean that garbage,” he laughed. You rubbed your eyes, sighing in annoyance. You figured Sans would say no. There was a small part of you that hoped otherwise, no matter how foolish that part was.

You grumbled, getting back down on the floor to try and scrape the burnt-on food out of the oven. That shit was caked on there. How this oven still WORKED was beyond you. You’re surprised Papyrus let the oven get this bad without even attempting to clean it- everything else in the house was nearly spotless. Except for Sans’ room. You’ve only seen it a couple times, but you smell it every time you pass by the door. It’s TERRIBLE.

You shuddered at the thought of them making you clean Sans’ room. Papyrus has said that was too much torture for even a prisoner of theirs, but you still worry you’ll be stuck in there one day.

You guessed it’d be full of old socks, mustard bottles.... Old food in general. You’re afraid to find out how many bugs are hiding out in his room.

“Eugh,” you groaned, shaking your head at the thought. That’s more terrifying than any punishment Papyrus could give you.

Speaking of Papyrus- as if he knew you were thinking about him- the door opened loudly. It slammed shut, the guard captain yelling at his brother for lazing about. Same as yesterday, and the same way it’ll be tomorrow. You really wished he didn’t come home yelling every. Single. Day.

The taller skeleton walked into the kitchen, pausing when he saw you on your knees. You didn’t bother looking up- you were pretending to be so engrossed in your cleaning to notice him. He scanned the room as you continued to scrape at the burnt sauces and food pieces.

The counters had been washed thoroughly. The floors had been mopped and swept, and every single dish that has been piled up in the sink was cleaned. Even all of Sans’ old stains from the table had, somehow, been buffed out. The table looked brand new. The only thing that was still dirty was the oven, which you were so painstakingly working on.

“Human,” he finally said, making you look up. “What is the meaning of this? Did Sans make you do his chores again?” You resisted the urge to scowl. That damn skeleton always makes you do his shit. You quickly shook your head, forcing yourself to stand. Your knees hurt and your legs were tense from lack of stretching.

“No, sir. I noticed how… burnt the oven was, and had intended on cleaning just that. Then I figured I’d just… go ahead and clean the rest of the kitchen, since it wasn’t… up to your usual standards,” you explained, wringing your hands nervously. He couldn’t really be mad that you decided to clean for him, right? That’s what you were here for- to do things for him. As much as you hated the thought, that’s what prisoners were supposed to do.

That, and you were bored as hell and needed SOMETHING other than television to keep you busy.

“Well… I am pleasantly surprised! I didn’t expect you to take the initiative on such a project without me saying anything. You’ve done well,” he said, gloved hand raising to pat your head. You let out an involuntary flinch, before giving a nervous smile.

“Uh… thanks… s-sir,” you stammered, not used to actual praise. That was a very odd occurance with the Great and Terrifying Papyrus. He only gave praise when it involved some violent bullshit you don’t pay attention to. Much to Papyrus’ dismay.

He likes to “show off” to you, for some reason. It’s like he thinks you ENJOY watching him beat up and/or possibly kill weaker monsters. You hate that you’re used to washing dust out of his clothes.

He moved his hand, going to sit at the table. He always does this- comes home, sits at the table, and does his puzzles in the paper. You sighed slightly, knowing he’ll be “secretly” watching you clean.

You simply got back down on the floor, turning your attention back to the oven. No use in focusing on the skeleton at the table- he’ll ignore you until his puzzles are finished.

Or so you think.

Unbeknownst to you, Papyrus was too distracted to fully complete his puzzles. He kept glancing up, staring at your backside- the way you sat on your knees in front of the appliance. Your grunts of effort definitely distracted him from the paper on the table. He felt his magic tinting his facial bones a dark orange.

He never thought he’d find a human- the repulsive creatures that doomed monsters to the Underground- so… alluring. When he first captured you, he never even thought you’d be more than a simple trophy to him. The Great Papyrus- captor and tormentor of humans! He was supposed to instill FEAR into this creature, yet they regard him as if he was just… a minor inconvenience, at best!

And here he was, pining after this… thing. This tiny, pretty thing that’s starting to keep him up at night. He hates how he’s reacting to them. He’s almost to the point that the need for them hurts.

Papyrus let out a frustrated growl, shooting out of his chair. He swiped up his paper, stomping to his room. You stared after him in confusion, not understanding where the sudden change in the skeleton’s mood came from. You let out a frustrated huff. You really hope he doesn’t take it out on you, later.

You also really hope you didn’t make him angry, somehow. Whatever he’d have in store would be MUCH worse, if that’s the case.

Up in his room, Papyrus tossed the newspaper onto the bedside table. He snarled in annoyance, running his hand over his skull, then bringing it down his face. He had to figure out a way to either get rid of these feelings- a captor shouldn’t have any feelings like this towards his prison- or… get you to really be his.

He could simply make you, yes, but that wouldn’t be any fun. What’s the point of any kind of relationship if you’re simply pretending to care for him? He’d know you’d only do it to keep him happy- and that would just infuriate him to no end.

Papyrus would have to resort to actually wooing you. He’s a master at dating- just as he is for anything, and everything, else! He would have to be subtle about it. He’d need you to want to be with him, not just doing so out of survival.

He remembers how much you liked Waterfall, despite the… Moldbygg incident. He never took you to the stone-gazing room. Maybe you’d like to see the glittering stones closer with Sans telescope? Humans like gemstones, right? They definitely do!

“I’m a genius,” he laughed, leaving his room again. He marched into Sans’ room, growling annoyance at the filthy space, and snatched the telescope. Papyrus made sure to check and see if there was any ink on the lens again. That prank gets old- very fast.

“I’m borrowing your telescope,” Papyrus snapped sternly as he passed Sans, who was too confused to respond right away. A faint “what” was heard from the older brother as Papyrus stomped into the kitchen. You had finally finished the oven, and were lounging on a kitchen chair to relax your tired limbs.

You looked up when Papyrus walked in, eyes flicking to the telescope bag in his hand. You gave him a curious stare. Since when does Papyrus care about stuff that needs a telescope?

“Come, human,” he said, sounding more pleasant than you thought he’d be. You were, immediately, suspicious.

“We’re going to Waterfall.” You resisted the urge to groan. You were so tired from cleaning- you really don’t want to go anywhere other than your cot. Papyrus seemed to notice your exhaustion.

“We’ll be taking the boat instead of walking, so you get to rest on the way there. Now, come.” You reluctantly followed him, but were surprised he cared enough about your comfort to suggest it. Maybe he was just tired, too, and was trying to act like he wasn’t?

You wouldn’t be surprised if he was tired- the guy only sleeps an hour a night. You’ll never understand how he has so much fucking energy. It’s like he’s constantly hopped up on energy drinks.

The cold air felt good, for once, when you two stepped out. Cooped up in the warm kitchen all day was terrible. You let out a pleased sigh at the feeling, your breath puffing out in front of you. Papyrus watched the cloud of air dissipate- it’s like he can’t help but watch every time a huge cloud comes from you. You find it strangely adorable.

The walk to the Riverperson was short, thankfully. You sat on the boat while Papyrus paid the cloaked figure some gold to get to Waterfall. He stood tall in the boat, always keeping watch for any possible threats. He almost never let his guard down- you should know. You’ve tried finding ways to escape, but he never relaxes enough for you to get the drop on him. You’ve half-given up by now.

The trip was short, and Papyrus helped you off of the boat when you arrived. He’s been strangely… nice today. Something must’ve put him in a REALLY good mood. You hope he stays like this for a while.

Papyrus led you down a path through the dimly-lit caves. He kept a hold on your wrist- for some reason. You assumed it was so you wouldn’t wander off. You didn’t blame him for being cautious this time around, after what happened the last time you entered Waterfall.

When he finally stopped, he let your hand go. You watched as he started to set up the telescope, looking around while you wait on him. You could hear the Mean Cream Guy’s music- his cart must be nearby. Man, you’d really love some ice cream right now. Papyrus has almost no junk food in his house, and Sans doesn’t like to share what he manages to sneak in.

“There,” Papyrus said triumphantly, standing up straight. You came over, seeing the old, worn telescope set up. He stared at you expectantly, making you nervous. What were you supposed to do? You were clearly supposed to react someway. What the hell is going on with him today?

The skeleton sighed in annoyance, crossing his arms. You shuffled anxiously, glancing down at his chestplate instead of his face.

“I brought you here so you can see the gems in the ceiling, human. Take the time to do so before we have to leave.” … He brought you here for that? Why- was this a reward?

“Is… this for cleaning the kitchen?” The monster paused, before laughing. He patted your head- slightly condescendingly, you might add- and shook his own.

“No, no- your reward for the kitchen will be different. This is…” He paused. He doesn’t… know what this was. He doesn’t want to outright say “a date”. That’d just scare you off.

You waited for him to say something, but he never really did. He just kinda… sat there, thinking. You frowned slightly, but decided not to question it. You’ll just.. take your freedom where you can, you guess.

You decided to humor the skeleton, and look through the telescope.

You can’t lie- the stones were beautiful. They shone like real stars, but were various different colors. Bright greens, blues, and purples… It was gorgeous.

You ended up pulling away from the telescope, looking up at the cavern ceiling in wonder. Even though you missed the actual stars, it was… a pretty substitute.

Papyrus watched you, seeing the lights shining in your eyes. His magic rushed through his face, no doubt darkening his bones a deep red-orange. There was no mistaking those feelings, now. He had to have you- to make you his.

Not that you weren’t already, obviously, but… he needed you to want to be his. He just had to figure out how. You, clearly, didn’t think too highly of him. Lord knows why you don’t think he’s as amazing as he actually is.

The skeleton was pulled out of his thoughts by you walking off. You were staring around, but had decided to start walking off. He followed you, taking note of the fact you were, subconsciously, heading towards the Mean Cream stand’s music. Perhaps you were hungry, after working all day.

Well… he kind of wants some, as well. Might as well buy a couple packages.

Papyrus walked past you, bringing you back to reality. He went over to the angry rabbit monster, buying two Mean Creams. The smaller monster tried to overprice them, as usual, but Papyrus knocked him down a few pegs.

The guardsman came back, thrusting one in your direction. You jumped at the sudden ice cream in your vision, before taking it. After opening them, you both ate the treats slowly. Very, very awkwardly. You really wished someone else was here- you’d be fine with Sans of all people.

You sat down on a rock, staying a bit away from the increasingly-frustrated skeleton. You could tell he was getting annoyed and angry with something, but don’t know what. Were you doing something wrong? Was he looking for anything that you could’ve done wrong?

The skeleton suddenly started growling, throwing his trash into a can nearby. He stomped over to you, looming over you aggressively. You flinched back, afraid he was going to do something.

He leaned down, hands resting by your hips, so he was face to face with you.

“You’re mine, understand,” he spat out, before he could stop himself. You reeled back in shock, startled and confused by the sudden change in attitude. He snarled.

“Answer me, human. You belong to me, do you understand?” You swallowed thickly.

“Y… Yes, sir-” “If any other monster touches you, they’re dead,” he snapped, standing to his full height. He was silent for a moment, simply glaring at the wall, before sighing heavily. He can’t do this. Anything he does, it’ll only come out as demanding and authoritative. Even if he tries to play the sickeningly polite courtship route, you’ll never fall for it.

“Let’s just go,” he said coldly, going to dismantle the telescope and stuff it in the bag. You stood, slowly following. You fiddled with your hands nervously.

“Am…” you hesitated. “Am I… in trouble?” He paused, before zipping up the bag. He stood, a deep growl in his chest.

“You will be if you don’t hurry up,” he hissed, leading you back to the Riverperson. You chewed your lip, following him closely. You didn’t want to get punished for something you didn’t even know you did. It wouldn’t be the first time…

The ride back to Snowdin was way too long, in your opinion. It was tense- not even the Riverperson said anything on the way back. You wish the boat’s owner would, at least, start humming to break the ice.

Papyrus all but pulled you off of the boat. You almost stumbled into the water, but managed to catch yourself. You had to jog to keep up with the furious skeleton, jumping as he slammed the door open. He simply stomped up to his room, tossing the telescope onto the couch next to his sleeping brother.

Sans woke up at the noise and action, tiredly watching Papyrus trudge up the stairs. You shut the door, catching the smaller skeleton’s attention. His brown bone raised, watching as you sit on the couch.

“What the hell happened?” You rubbed your face, sighing heavily, before throwing your hands up in annoyance.

“I don’t know! He took me to a cavern to see the gems in the ceiling- for a reward for doing well, I guess- and he was just… slowly getting angrier! At the end, he suddenly got furious, told me I was his, and then brought me back,” you huffed, dropping your head back against the couch.

“I don’t… understand what the fuck happened! Everything was going great, but then his mood took a 180!” Sans snorted, leaning back against the couch’s arm.

“Yeah, that makes sense. Papyrus is always… emotional”. You gave him a skeptical look. “By emotional, I mean angry”. Yeah. That makes more sense.

You sighed again, turning your attention to the tv. Maybe he’ll calm down soon.

But he probably wouldn’t, considering he was currently trashing his room in fury.

He can’t BELIEVE how STUPID he is! He just… threw all of his plans out the window- well… to be fair… he didn’t really have a plan for that.

Ugh… He’ll have to try something else. He doesn’t know what yet, but…

He’ll find a way to make it perfectly clear where he should stand in your eyes. You will be his- body, mind, and soul.

#undertale #underfell #papyrus #fic #commission fic #burntcookieskell

[theunnamedstranger]

Okay, let me preface this by saying that this is the absolute last thing I’ll say regarding this drama. For a few reasons.

1. Seashel’s just gonna resort to the same dumb ass insults that he’s using right now if he finds this post, and this will become redundant quickly.

2. Taitoki has apologized and wants to move on from this, and especially since she follows me, I don’t want her to have to see more of this.

3. Generally, I don’t want to spam my followers with drama they don’t care about.

So seashel can talk more shit if he wants to. He can hide behind his block like the spineless coward he is and hurl the same insults I’ve heard a thousand times from other people. I’m not dignifying him with any more responses after this one. He’s not worth my time.

With that being said, let’s pick this apart. Under the cut.

Are you seriously calling me a white knight just because I’m defending someone who happens to be female? Or do you just not know what the term “white knight” actually means?

Secondly, you agreed with my criticism of the absurd length of your review of that one bad space funeral game. Don’t sit here and act like it was me complaining like a bitch when you thanked me for giving constructive criticism to your review.

Look at this. Look at it. 

Now stop lying

I’m not even touching the matpatt post because it’s just you being a fucking sperglord and acting all surprised when you insulted a youtuber and his fans and got blowback from said fans that you just insulted. And then you have the gall to say that matt’s fans can’t handle a slight ribbing because they were mildly upset when you insulted them.

...Well, shit, I ended up talking about that post anyway. Oh well.

I don’t get offended by much of anything. Disagreement doesn’t mean I’m offended, despite what you seem to think. Fuckin’ hell, if anything I’m elated. Seeing you bend over backwards and jerk yourself off like this is legitimately curing my depression. It’s just so much fun to mock you. I love it.

I don’t recall when I ever made a point to you that demanded evidence, but you frankly have absolutely fucking zero ground to speak when it comes to providing evidence. More on that in a second.

You know what, you’re right. I had no involvement with this drama. As far as the claims put forward, I’ll just let Taitoki speak for herself.

But here’s two things I can say with confidence about this whole situation.

1. You blow everything presented out of proportion

2. Your evidence is abysmal, and, according to the apology video, outdated.

The evidence you give for Taitoki being a “pedophile apologist” is her suggesting to a friend that he block some creeper that was harassing him. According to Taitoki’s apology, she apparently got angry at one point and said some things that made her sound like a pedo apologist. But not only does she categorically deny actually being one, the snippets of conversation you provide as evidence don’t help the case in the slightest.

The evidence you gave for her harassing Lineder? You saying in skype that she made jokes about his depression on stream. You literally cited yourself as a source.

According to the apology, Taitoki apparently made jokes during a stream that Lineder didn’t seem bothered by, but was then approached by someone else and told that Lineder was indeed upset by those jokes. This smells exceedingly fishy, but out of respect I’m going to take it at face value. This just seems to be a lack of communication, and will hopefully be resolved soon.

So if we be exceedingly generous, Taitoki is guilty of saying a bunch of hurtful things and fucking up a lot with shit she says, unintentionally looking like a bully and pedo apologist in the process.

Why are you comparing this to Bard?

You know, that sniveling little shit who doxxed you, sexually harassed your friends and wouldn’t leave you alone for almost half a year afterwards? You’re comparing her to someone who’s only guilty of mean words on the internet? Not only that, you’re acting like Taitoki’s somehow worse.

This is why I compared you to Keemstar. You blow things out of proportion and stir shit up about people on the internet. Only instead of doing it for internet points, you genuinely believe you’re doing something righteous.

More lying. I haven’t followed you since the bard drama, and I gladly reblog your stuff without beef when it isn’t saturated in bullshit drama.

Not to mention I was on your side during the Bard and Sodapop drama, when you called out people who were actually bad. I also reblogged plenty of your art back before you saturated the blog with drama. You know this. Stop lying.

Oh boy, this final paragraph is where Seashel just abandons any illusion of reasoning and just slings insults at me like monkey shit. This is all fluff and serves no purpose, but I’m gonna have plenty of fun mocking this after the intellectual rigor that was the rest of that post. It’ll be like a day at the spa.

imagine actually getting out bandicam to record the fact that you got blocked

I do that with everyone who blocks me. It’s part of my “wall of shame” tag. It’s because I kept having problems with people who block me and then pretend they didn’t block me when I block them back.

AND THEN THEY USED HOMESTUCK REACTION IMAGES ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME.

I’m mostly doing it because I started reading it again, and pesterlogs make for great reaction images, just in case you really wanted to know.

Honestly, mocking someone’s choice of reaction image is just the lowest possible blow you can ever hope to use. It’s not scraping the bottom of the barrel, it’s punching a hole in the barrel and wearing it.

It’s for this reason that I will continue to use homestuck reaction images.

In addition to that, an unironic MRA running an undertale themed blog - the concept itself is so beautifully cringey.

I don’t really know what’s so cringeworthy about being an MRA. I also don’t run and “undertale themed blog” The only things Undertale on my blog are

1. My blog theme

2. My icon

3. Art I occasionally reblog

This is literally “lol ur a furry/brony blog” under a different name. Please stop.

Also, you call me cringey? You’re an adult, right? Presumably old enough to vote in the united states? Because you don’t act like one. You can’t take any confrontation without SCREAMING AND YELLING and hurling your own shit everywhere, and you mock others for not being able to accept different viewpoints when you can’t either.

I’m still a teenager. It’s kind of impossible for me to not be cringeworthy. You have no excuse.

Also.

Papyrus was originally going to be an MRA/brony stereotype, according to the official artbook for Undertale.

I own this character, bitch

They’re either the best troll (no reference intended) I’ve ever seen, or an amazing lolcow with 0 self awareness. Either way it’s golden.

Why is it that whenever I make a serious point everyone assumes I’m a troll, and whenever I’m trolling people assume I’m being serious?

Also, how do I lack self awareness? Do you know what the phrase means? How complete is your understanding of the english language?

Also, your most recent posts at time of writing seem to be slandering me quite a lot, yet you refuse to use my actual username and just call me “the mra papyrus”. What, am I voldemort now? Will stating my name cause Ragnarok?

Anyway, I’m going to apply Ice Law, as Seashel once coined after the bard drama, and cease talking to or about him. This post is going on my wall of shame, and he will be on record as the most unbelievably cancerous people I’ve talked to on this website to date. Thank you Seashel, you reminded me of why I signed up in the first place.

#wall of shame #drama #fandom drama #seashelbby

[agreementtale]

Chapter 16: turn around and shake my hand.

“human” now that they got here, whole body paralyzed by an invisible force in the narrow path, they were just a bit nervous.

Flowey coiled his vines around their torso, without moving the outside of the sweater, they had convinced him to let them lead this interaction, and stay still. He reluctantly accepted, but only when they assured him he was not going to be electrocuted again.

“turn ‘round ‘nd shake my hand” That was the cue, they were rehearsing the lines in their head during the whole path.

With the friendliest smile they could muster they turned to the offered left hand, raised their right hand and shook it from the back, successfully avoiding the hidden device on his palm.

The handshake was awkward, but before he had a chance to say anything or they had the chance to break character by not being able to contain their giggliness, they retreated their arm.

“Sorry, it’s that not how you shake hands down here?” Said with an innocent face “That must be a real culture shock” they tried to make the pun smooth, but couldn’t maintain a pokerface any longer and ended up having to hold in a chuckle while he just glared at them, still weary.

“ya must have a pretty good eye to see thru da old joy buzzer trick” his toothy grin was on place, but didn’t seem to be kind nor amused, the crack on his maxilla and that one weird colored teeth made it harder to concentrate on a proper retort.

“Eye get that a lot” dismayed for the lack of reaction they improvised, still with no reaction, maybe this pun only worked when written? But… they knew he could see the difference… somehow? Or was that just wishful thinking?

“lots of humans try ta electrocute ya on the surface?” Maybe? Do not explain the pun, it is never fun if you have to explain it, just… go with the flow…

“Shockingly yes” They improvised, again, gladly he seemed less wary this time. They swore to themselves they would improve their pun game, it appeared to be awfully rusty.

“heh, so the human enjoy puns? ain’t I a lucky guy?” He took the device out putting his hand on the pocket of his leather coat “name is Sans, Sans the skeleton” it seemed warm, with all the fur, plus the red sweater inside. The cold wind was stronger than they remembered, even with three shirts and lots of socks, their legs were still cold, not unbearable, though, they’ve been worse.

The skeleton was taller than them, but not by much, if they got on their tippy toes they would be the same size. But by his posture and his clothes, it seemed he was trying to appear bigger, so there was a slight chance of them offending him with that… And the red eyelights? It wasn’t the most forgiving colour.

“I’m actually supposed to turn the humans to the guard. but ya seem like a nice fella, so let me give ya some little advice, ‘right kid?”

He loomed over them, exhibiting his incredibly sharp teeth in a big wide grin, for the first time they realized that despite being almost the same height, he was much larger than them, maybe the clothes helped, but still, his posture… wasn’t the friendliest sight.

“nice gets ya killed” Empty eye sockets stared right through them, while his teeth moved slowly with each word, they felt cold running down their spine, acutely aware that, by the range his mouth stretched and appearance of his teeth, he could probably rip their face off with a single bite. For the sake of their composure, they buried this thought under several layers of denial.

“Oh, thank you for the advice” they wouldn’t let him intimidate them “But I believe being nice is the least I can do” they started to motion their hands, like explaining a hard concept “I mean, I do intend not to be killed on the process” Ok, maybe they were a bit intimidated “but when being nice costs me nothing, why not?” they shrugged, forgetting where to put their hands and hoping that he could understand the concept, Flowey certainly couldn’t.

He chuckled, kind of amused, if by their idea, or their inability on putting it into words, they didn’t know “won’t get far thinking like that, kid” relief washed over them, he had his eyelights back and looked a bit more approachable, and despite not agreeing with them, he didn’t outright try to make them change their mind, not like Flowey.

“That’s what I am trying to tell them!” Speaking of which, yellow petals bloomed from the collar of their sweater, obstructing their vision.

“I’m not killing anyone Flowey” they chastised him, trying to brush his head out of their way, that talk was getting old and they didn’t need him talking for them.

“You will end up getting killed!” But his outrage in their behalf was always endearing. So what if they got killed?

By the gaps between his petals they saw his shoulders shaking, attracting their full attention again.

“never thought I would have the Weed insisting on someone to kill, can’t picture that” what did he mean by that? Flowey didn’t shut up about that since day one…

“Good to see you too bag of bones” he greeted him like an old friend “I thought someone would have dusted you by now” well… maybe not so much like a friend after all.

“they can try” he looked at them, red eyelights back into place, rounder and much less aggressive “so ya taking care of the lady’s pet human?” their palms itched, that word didn’t sit right.

“I’m not a pet” he… this… fell monster seemed amused by their reaction, but at the same time happy to ignore them.

“They were the ones choosing to come here” and he was not the only one, they were going to protest, but he put a leaf on their mouth “Adults talking” Really Flowey? Closing their fists, they took a deep breath, since he was right on their face, the air ended up smelling like flowers, which was oddly calming.

“too bad, too bad, would have lived a long happy life being the old gal’s pet” ok, kiss that ‘calm’ goodbye.

“I’m not a pet!” They reiterated, but both Flowey and Fell ignored their indignation.

“see I may be too lazy to report ya” he said to no one in particular, despite obviously talking to them “but, if it were anyone else... like Boss...” his smile grew menacingly, and now he decided to address them “well, let’s just say if I were a human I wouldn’t be dying to meet him”

Understanding he wanted a reaction out of them, they just smiled “Thank you for the advice” and turned around to inspect the gate.

“ya gonna turn yer back to me like that?” his voice was more surprised than angry.

“I’m sure there is some sort of way to pass through this” they spoke softly to themselves, the gate was narrow, with barbed wire intertwined with wood “It’s firm!” and incredibly well built, they put a foot in the wire and it hardly gave in.

“They have no common sense” Flowey said facing the skeleton at their back, they were too preoccupied with the challenge ahead to pay attention to the monsters “Don’t know how they even survived before we met” they climbed on the wire, being careful not to cut themselves. Seeing their struggle Flowey used his vines to help, they murmured a thanks and kept going “But considering they just fell into a giant hole in a mountain, it shouldn’t be that impressive” step after step, they successfully climbed the wire crossing the bridge, jumping safely to the other–/

They landed head first on something hard “brave kid, huh?” nursing their forehead, they looked to the skeleton in front of them, their brother looked to where he had been a moment ago and where he stood now, in a silent question, but didn’t say anything “but ya know, brave means shit if ya have nothing to back that up”

“I have mildly functional athletic skills, a high tolerance to bullshit and a wide range vocabulary, would that work?” That was a lie, they didn’t have a ‘wide range vocabulary’, just a big mouth, that didn’t know when to shut up.

He just sighed and shook his head, they could almost hear him thinking ‘this kid is going to get killed so many times’, not that he had time to voice that, as Flowey already was shouting on their ears “No, it makes it worse!”

Something else caught his attention “fuck” he muttered alarmed “Boss is here” before they knew they were being pushed out of the path to the tree line “hide”

Flowey got inside their sweater, vines tightly on their stomach, they crouched behind a tree, beside them there was a broken lamp, they thought of changing places, but mentally slapped themselves, a broken thing like that, it would obviously offer no cover.

On the distance they saw a glimpse of red and took a deep breath. They had cover, they had Flowey, they knew what was happening.

Papyrus, they remembered him, Sans’ brother. He was going to start complaining about something.

“sup, Boss” something sounded wrong, they didn’t know what it was, just knew it was wrong.

“SANS, YOU INSUFFERABLE WASTE OF SPACE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUTSIDE YOUR–/”

His shouting ceased, the noise being replaced by the soft sound of the cold wind blowing on the branches. The air got caught in their lungs when their body was surrounded by a blue light. Not a second later they were yanked from the trees.

“WHO DARE SNEAK ON THE ROYAL” Red eyelights stared at them “GUARD?” they tried to reach the ground, but it was too far away.

“they just a free-EXP, Boss” standing near his brother Sans was sweating, “probably tried to hide seeing how terrible ya are”

Floating above the ground, incapable of moving their body, they did the only thing they could think of, and waved slowly at the new skeleton “Hi”

“EXPLAIN” His face morphed quickly from surprise to suspicion to rage “RIGHT” on his left eye there was a nasty scar, it pained them just to look at it “NOW” his magic was wild around them, a promise of pain and death “WHY IS YOUR SOUL UPSIDE DOWN!?”

The so obvious question shocked them to silence “are ya sure Boss?” maybe it was the right response because Sans took a step forward, positioning himself between them and Papyrus “seems normal enough to me”

“KEEP YOUR DISTANCE SANS!” the taller pulled his brother away from them “HOW CAN YOU NOT NOTICE THAT THIS IS ONE OF OUR MOST DANGEROUS ENEMIES?” they saw silently how the loud skeleton stuffed his chest in pride “I THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS HAVE CAPTURED A HUMAN!”

“maybe ya just holding them upside down?” Sans tried, but he already looked defeated “those are the legs, see?” he poked at their arms, the scene would be comical if they weren’t aware of the killing intent on the air.

“NONSENSE! YOU MORONIC SLOB! I’M TAKING THIS HUMAN TO UNDYNE” This name was enough to shake them back to reality, this was not a show to be watched, it was happening with them, right now, and if they didn’t do something, they knew very well what would happen next.

“I’m definitely not an enemy” said a little breathless, putting their hands if front of them in an attempt to placate him.

“HA! YOU THINK YOU CAN FOOL ME WITH SUCH A PATHETIC LIE?” they could feel Flowey moving under their sweater, he had been hidden since Papyrus showed up, as they asked him to.

“But it’s true! I never hurt any monster” they said confident in their lack of LV to back them up. They tried to think in a better plan, but Flowey moved again, it was getting too distracting.

“AND YOU THINK THAT THIS DETAIL WOULD MAKE ME PITY YOUR EXISTENCE ENOUGH TO LET YOU GO?” he eyed them with disdain, that… that emotion didn’t sit well on his face at all! “YOU ARE A FOOLISH HUMAN”

“But–/” but he didn’t let them finish, with the wave of a finger, they had the wind knocked out of them again and were moving on the air, fast enough to match his steps, behind them Sans had to jog to keep up.

“ENOUGH TALKING! TO UNDYNE YOU GO” Flowey was starting to be an inconvenience moving so much, they were trying to think and his vines were a tad too scratchy.

“I thought we could” they winced as the vines compressed their stomach “maybe” blinking the memories away they continue “do some puzzles instead?”

“PUZZLES?” he stopped walking, a thorn pressed on their stomach, dammit Flowey, be quiet! Papyrus turned to them, and they forced the pain away, eyes a bit too watery for their taste “PUZZLES ARE FOR CAPTURING HUMANS WHY SHOULD I WASTE MY TIME WHEN YOU ARE ALREADY CAPTURED? IT WOULD MAKE NO–/” Papyrus stared at them for a moment, as if he was staring at a point in the air beyond them, another light shuffle interrupted their observation, if Flowey didn’t went quiet right now he would be discovered.

“Because it is your last chance to use them” they blurted to avert his attention of their moving sweater. He shot them an wrathful glare “I’m the last human to ever fall here, the puzzles will go to waste”

He didn’t say anything, just scowled.

“c’mon Boss, how many years went on calibrating those traps?” Sans caught up with them “ya never waste time like that”

That comment earned him the same hateful glare, they could see him burying himself on his coat “I was told puzzles are part of monster culture” he looked at them, the same red angry eyelights, they could feel under their skin the urge to run and hide, but they pressed on “I am sure you put great effort in yours” the look of a predator, that was what that was. The intent alone was intimidation, but he definitely had the power to fulfill the threat if he had to “And I would be honored if I could see them”

They thought the admittance was going to soften his features.

It didn’t.

Then gravity changed.

They fell feet first, but no balance, so ended up hitting their ass on the ground with a undignifying ‘ouch’, more out of surprise than anything else, thanks for the snow it hadn’t actually hurt.

“IT IS SETTLED” Papyrus waved a dismissive hand, while they got up to their feet “ALL THE TRAPS ON THIS AREA HAVE BEEN EXPERTLY COOKED TO PERFECTION, LETS SEE IN WHICH ONE YOU WILL FINALLY PERISH” crossing his arms he glanced at the path ahead, but they could feel his attention lingering on their movements.

“If I survive, is there a prize?” they patted the snow out of their clothes, careful not to jostle Flowey again.

He shot them a sour look, and they were starting to believe that this was his default expression “THE PRIZE IS NOT DYING” it might be, the scowl seemed to be imprinted on his face “SURVIVE THEM AND YOU WILL HAVE THE HONOR OF DYING BY MY HANDS”

“Like in a fair honourable fight?” they couldn’t not ask, it was bothering them, the gravity magic had been used outside of an encounter, the electroshock had gone as far as killing them without triggering one. It was a foreign and dangerous concept, if he just threw bones out of nowhere they would hardly have a chance.

“OF COURSE IT WILL BE A FAIR FIGHT!” Anger was still there, but little by little they could distinguish more emotions on his face, pride being a strong one “DO YOU THING I, THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS WOULD HAVE TO RESORT USING VILE TECHNIQUES TO DEFEAT A PITIFUL THING LIKE YOU?” he scoffed, Sans grinned, his posture more relaxed than before, it made them feel calmer in return.

“Then is settled” They could deal with that, it was simple and familiar “I will do my best to survive the puzzles and be rewarded with a fight with the great Papyrus!” They would befriend him in no time.

Tapping his sharp gloved fingers he grunted something undistinguishable while glaring at them “CONTINUE ONLY IF YOU DARE” then turned around and just started walking.

Sans stood where he was, smile in place, but something was off “if yer smart, yer gonna go back to where ya came from” he said the words slow and careful, like trying to spell out a threat to a particularly dumb human.

“It may be too late for that” they said pleadingly, all this uncalled aggression was making their head spin.

“STOP WASTING MY TIME, YOU USELESS RASCAL” Sans winced at the voice and followed quickly, leaving a troubled human behind.

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