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tally-kiza · 5 years

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Red melted into the comfortably worn couch, settling down for a quick catnap, Doomfanger nestled beside him. The sun’s warm rays shone down on him through the window. Breath slowing and fog overtaking his mind, Red silently reveled in the wonderful peace and quie--

“GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU HOODLUMS, BEFORE I BLAST YOUR ASS INTO NEXT THURSDAY!!!”

Ope, Pap’s home. Sans sighed, not reacting otherwise. He’d been hoping for a few more hours minutes of beauty rest. Outside, screeching Papyrus sounds intensified as he stomped towards their average but comfortable house. Red snickered. It wouldn’t be a holiday without his brother yelling at teenagers like a grumpy old man.

Doomfanger lurched up attentively. She skittered towards the door, meowing loudly.

The door flew open as Pyrus trudged in, grumbling under his breath. Heading straight to the kitchen, he tore off the toilet paper clinging to his uniform, before peeling off the outfit entirely, hard candies colliding with the floor as he shook it out. The tall skeleton shook his body wildly in an effort to dislodge the remaining candies from his bones.

With a long-suffering sigh, he flopped down onto the couch next to his brother.

Sans smirked. “bad day, bro?”

“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”

Doomy crawled onto his lap and jackhammer-loud purring could be heard as Pyrus started petting her absentmindedly.

“jeez, what happened, dude?” The smaller skeleton inquired, eyebrow lifted.

“Neighborhood teenage brats were mocking me. Again! Requesting me to sing sing that insufferable song, you know, the one with the skeleton in the pin-stripe suit. And when I refused, they threw candy and toilet paper on me!” Recounting the events seemed to worsen his mood, foul aura permeating the air around him. “They have no respect nor decorum!!”

A glint appeared in his brothers eyes, “aw, come on, bro. theyre not that bad. dont be such a hallo-weenie about it.”

Pap groaned loudly. “Ugh, that was terrible!”

“eheheheh yeah, but youre smiling.”

“I AM AND I HATE IT!!”

A few long beats of comfortable silence passed.

THUMP!

Both the brothers jolted.

THUMP THUMPTHUMP!

“what the hell?!” Sans growled. They whipped around to see bright white smears sliding down their living room window.

“THOSE FUCKERS ARE EGGING OUR HOUSE!!!” Pyrus barked.

“sonuva--” More growling. “wait here, ill teach the little bitches a lesson.”

The younger brother scoffed. “As if you could fare any better than I did.”

“oh i absolutely will,” was all that Red uttered before lumbering out the door to confront the aggressors.

- - - - - -

Thump thwack THUMP!!

- - - - - -

Five minutes later, he silently reentered the house, head downturned. Papyrus side-eyed him with obvious satisfaction.

“Hmm? Did you ‘give them a bad time’ as you always say?”

The shorter (and now much messier) skeleton glowered at the other.

“No? Well look who has egg on his face now! Nyeh heH HEH!!” Papyrus cracked.

As his brother cackled at his own pun, Sans balled up his fists. “ohh, youre gonna pay for that, paps.”

Sensing danger, Doomfanger yowled and sprinted away into the other room.

In the blink of an eye, Red tackled his brother off the couch. Rolling around on the floor, the two of them snarled as they wrestled. Wiping one hand on the eggs that coated his jacket, Sans brought it down his brother’s clean shirt.

Pyrus shrieked, “NO! Why did you do that, that’s disgusting!!”

Attempting to writhe away from his brother’s hold proved fruitless as Sans repeated the action. Their tumbling continued, just as rambunctious as before. Just as Pap pulled his brother into a headlock, the shorter one licked his own phalanx and shoved it into the other’s acoustic meatus.

Jerking away and releasing Red, the taller one gagged. “OH MY GOD! Why did you do thattt?!!”

“you were being too sassy. needed to be put in your place,” he quipped.

Pyrus squawked. “PUT IN MY PL-- You know what, never mind, of course you would do something so vile. Either way, I don’t want to hear your excuses! You can’t just give me wet-willies!!”

“i can and i did.” Sans said smugly. “besides, whatre you gonna do about it?”

Unfazed by his brother’s taunts, Pap’s gaze turned vicious and a sly grin overcame his face.

The other’s eyesockets widened in realization. “wai’ wai’ nah, you wouldnt dare...”

His only response was a smirk. In an instant, Fell’s hands were everywhere all at once. Phalanges squirming into Sans’s neck, ribs, knees, causing peels of laughter spill out of the victim him.

Between breaths, he managed to protest though not really meaning it. “wait, shit, stop!”

“Payback, brother!!” Papyrus cried with fiendish glee.

The relentless attack continued, fingers fiercely scribbling over bones. But it wasn’t long before Sans built up enough resilience to return the favor tenfold.

As Pyrus screeched from the counterattack and Sans laughed maniacally, the two of them continued into the night, delinquents long forgotten.

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“BROTHER! Come on out, already!” Papyrus yelled at his brother’s bedroom’s closed door. “Everyone’s waiting!”

“no!!”

“Just get out here, you look fine!!”

“no!!!”

Groaning, Papyrus--now donned in pirate garb--turned towards his guests. Undyne, Alphys, and the new human he adopted mentors, Frisk had come over to go trick-or-treating, a human holiday where they tricked others into giving them free food while they wore the skins of monsters. Highly insensitive and offensive, in the edgy skeleton’s opinion, but Frisk had insisted on everyone participating this year. Which lead them to where they were now.

All of his guests looked increasingly bored as Red stalled for time. Alphys, dressed as a rotting zombie, was watching Mew Mew Kissy Cutie on her phone with Frisk--who dressed up as a blue knight. Meanwhile, Undyne reached the end of her fuse.

“Runt, if you don’t get out here in 30 seconds, I’m kicking your ass into the goddamned CORE!!”

Loud grumbling erupted from Sans’s room. “fine, jeez, whateva’!”

Out of his room slinked Red, wearing a 1920s-style suit, complete with fedora and toy tommy gun. “i look so stupid! why the fuck’s this thing so constricting!”

“You look fine, now lets get this over with!” decreed Papyrus.

Frisk chuckled, “Gotta say, Sans, you look rather gangsta~.”

Undyne groaned as Alphys merely rolled her eyes.

“HUMAN!” Pyrus gasped. “You’ve been corrupted by my brother’s mediocre puns!”

“eheheh nice one, pipsqueak.”

Undyne sighed loudly, “Can we leave now?!”

“and whatre you supposed to be, fishsticks?”

She glared at him before flipping her hair. “A beautiful and seductive siren, duh.”

Her wife blushed as Red surveyed the siren ‘costume’: a ripped up dress ending in a mermaid tail, and stage makeup to make her look more gruesome and bloody than usual.

“meh.”

“YOU MOTHERF--”

Herding all the monsters towards the door, Frisk laughed nervously, “Okay, okay, lets just go already!! Mom and MK are waiting!”

As the monsters begrudgingly assented and journeyed into this Halloween night, no sad times were to be had and all was well.

...

“Hey, dude, you know you got egg on your house??”

“FUCK, I FORGOT--!!!”

fin.

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a gift for @quezq! this was a lot of fun. bolded lines are prompts from this!

#uf papyrus #uf sans #underfell sans #underfell papyrus #underfell #not fontcest #undyne #doomfanger #frisk #alphys #drabble #tickling #mine #undertale #i dont know if the last scene detracted from it #but i liked it and wanted to keep it #1172 words wow. thats the most ive ever written at one time #-proud noises-#taki writing

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nikki-on-edge · 6 years

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Masterlist!

The list of all my arts, fanarts and stories from Undertale, Detroit Become Human, The Arcana Game, Pokémon, BNHA and other fandoms! (It will be updated regularly!) Enjoy~ :3 P.S. It looks much, much better on computer than via mobile, promise!

⭐ Detroit Become Human⭐

> I know, Connor… (Comic based on post)

> ENGLISH. (Comic based on post)

> “Were you going somewhere, detective Reed?…” (Reed900 / angst)

> Renegade. (Reed900 / inspired by song)

> “That’s cheating, detective!” (Reed900 / pocky comic)

> Sketches!

> „In Thirium I Should Hate You” (Fanart for @canadian-buckbeaver’s fanfiction / Reed900)

> Detroit OCs - Fanarts! (Gift for @selfships-in-spanish~)

⭐ Detroit: Red Lion⭐

> DRL (Main post about my story!)

> 300+ HITS!

> DRL: Monster!AU (Alternative universe / fantasy!)

> DRL: N@m3_04_sU6jecTs (Meaning of the names / posters with the main characters)

> DRL: Break time~ (Gavin Reed x OC)

> DRL: Rain. (Gavin Reed x OC)

> You’re fired! (Gavin Reed x OC / comic)

> Daddy~ (Gavin Reed x OC / comic)

> DRL: Valentine’s Day! (Gavin Reed x OC / Richard)

> DRL - 1st Anniversary!

⭐The Arcana Game⭐

> The Arcana Game - Sisters in crime! (Main post about MCs/OCs)

> The Arcana Game - Your past… (Comic/Muriel x OC)

> The Arcana Game - Elder sister… (Comic/OCs and Julian)

> The Arcana Game - Papa Bear and Little Pup (Muriel x OC)

> The Arcana Game - Warmth (Muriel x OC)

> The Arcana Game - Cloak~ (Muriel x OC)

> The Arcana Game - Little Pup (Muriel x OC)

> The Arcana Game - Her Shadow(s) (Muriel x OC)

> The Arcana Game - Pepper (OC and her familiar)

> The Arcana Game - A tricky trick… (OC)

> The Arcana Game - Shake hands! (OC)

> The Arcana Game - Pirate lady~ (Julian x OC)

> The Arcana Game - The Royal Family (Lucio x OC)

> The Arcana Game - The Herbalist and her Beast (Muriel x OC)

> The Arcana Game - Werewolves_AU! (Muriel x OC)

> Happy Birthday, Papa Bear! (Muriel x OC with Inanna)

> Happy Birthday, my little dove~ (Julian x OC/ B-day present for @canadian-buckbeaver!)

> The Arcana Game - How’s the weather down there? (Julian x OC)

> The Arcana Game - Smexy~ (Julian and Muriel in glasses~)

> Count Lucio~ (B-day present for @saiyurimai!)

> The Arcana Game - Can You Feel The Love Tonight? (Julian x OC/ Muriel x OC/ Lucio x OC/ Asra x OC)

> The Arcana Game - The Copper Coin (Nikki ans Bucky’s past / comic)

> Ask couple meme! (Muriel x OC / Julian x OC)

⭐ Pokémon ⭐

> Merry Christmas Everyone! (PokeTrainer and Corviknight)

> Pokemon SW/SH - Valentine’s Day! (Raihan x OC / Leon x OC)

> Pokemon SWSH - Their favourites~ (Raihan x OC / Leon x OC)

> Pokemon SWSH - Behind the scenes~ (Piers x OC)

⭐ Jujutsu Kaisen ⭐

> The Smell of You - PART ONE (Banners from my fanfiction | Yuuji x Reader / Sukuna x Reader)

> The Smell of You - PART TWO (Banners from my fanfiction | Yuuji x Reader / Sukuna x Reader)

> The Smell of You - PART THREE (Banners from my fanfiction | Yuuji x Reader / Sukuna x Reader)

> The Smell of You - (His) Cursed Twins (Fanarts for my story / Sukuna, Gojou and Reader)

> The Smell of You - Chapter 25 (Banners from my fanfiction | Yuuji x Reader / Sukuna x Reader)

> The Smell of You - 50K HITS BONUS! (Bonus for my story / Sukuna, Yuuji and Reader)

> Jujutsu Kaisen - TSOY - Hands! (Bonus for my story / Sukuna x Reader)

> The Smell of You - (Un)Wanted Love (Bonus for my story / Sukuna and Yuuji / comic)

> Jujutsu Kaisen - Pump it! (Yuuji and Sukuna)

> Jujutsu Kaisen - The Lion / The Tiger (Yuuji and Sukuna)

> Jujutsu Kaisen - Their Eyes (Sukuna and Gojou)

> JJK & BAM - Crossover! (Sukuna and OC)

> Jujutsu Kaisen - Two Galaxies! (Gojou Satoru x OC / Artrade)

⭐ BNHA - Boku no Hero Academia ⭐

> BNHA - Let’s dance, my little dove~ (Hawks x OC)

> BNHA - The Grumpy Cat (Katsuki Bakugou x OC)

> BNHA - Bird boy~ (Hawks/Keigo Takami)

> BNHA - Explosive boy! (Katsuki Bakugou)

> Happy Birthday Sai! (Kurogiri)

> BNHA - Starry night~ (Aizawa Shouta/Catzawa)

> BNHA - Tribe AU (Katsuki Bakugou x OC / Hawks x OC)

> BNHA - Tribe AU: First meeting~ (Katsuki Bakugou x OC / Hawks x OC)

> Happy Birthday, Precious! (B-day present for @canadian-buckbeaver / Shouta Aizawa / Hizashi Yamada / OC)

> BNHA - Villain_AU (Big Brother time!) (Chisaki Kai / Tomura Shigaraki / OC)

> BNHA - First meeting… (Chisaki Kai / Tomura Shigaraki / OC)

> BNHA - Lovefool (Chisaki Kai x OC)

> BNHA - Dog meat (Chisaki Kai x OC)

> BNHA - Aizawa Brothers (Shouta Aizawa and OC)

⭐BAM! – Beasts Among Monsters (Undertale AU)⭐

> BAM! – Beasts Among Monsters! (Main post about AU!)

> BAM! – Height table + faces

> BAM! OC (Reference sheet of my OC)

> BAM! Prologue (GOOD ENDING) (Comic)

> Scars (Posters with the main characters of BAM!AU)

> Drugs… (BAM! GoodEnding) (Comic)

> Dress~ (BAM!GoodEnding)

> Poke Buddies – BAM! Edition (Pokemon/Undertale Crossover!)

> Happy Valentine’s Day! (BAM!Edition!)

> Doomfanger~ (Gift for @saturnwonder)

> Night Out~ (Art-trade with @babypizzawonderland!)

> Big kitten time~ (A gift for @lina-lines!)

> BAM! - Nikki’s boys - Human Version!

> BAM! - Traditional Arts!

> BAM! - Prompts! (US!Papyrus / OC)

> BAM! - Come here, Kitten~ (SF!Papyrus x OC)

> BAM! - Teddy bear~ (Fell Boys x OC)

> BAM! - Nicotine (SF!Papyrus x OC)

> BAM - Kids!

> BAM! - Lullaby (SF!Papyrus x OC)

> BAM! - Relax~ (UF!Grillby x OC)

> BAM - PokeGirls! (Bucky!OC and Nikki!OC with Pokemon)

> BAM - Boys (UF!Sans and SF!Papyrus)

> BAM! - You’re my honey~ (US!Papyrus x OC)

> BAM!Challenge (for @babypizzawonderland~)

> Happy Easter 2019! (UF!Sans x SF!Papyrus x OC / sketchy)

> So cold! (OC x OC / silly comic / joke)

⭐ Transparent pictures (Click me! / BAM!Edition) ⭐

> Innocency.

> Wrath.

> Poison.

⭐ Undertale Arts! ⭐

> Meow? :3 (Fanarts for @sanspar)

> Undertale 2nd Anniversary! (Fanart / GIF)

> Are you ok?!… (Comic with US!Bros)

> Berry funny… (US!Bros!)

> Kitty~ (UF!Bros x Pokemon Sun and Moon Crossover!)

> Undertale + Pokemon GO = Poketale GO?

> Vines - Underfell Edition!

> Valentine’s Special! (EdgeBerry and HoneyMustard!)

> Don’t be afraid… (Comic with Frisk and UF!Sans / inspired by „Maleficent”)

> Magic trick! (Comic with Frisk and UF!Papyrus / inspired by vine)

> Bad Blaster! (Genocide Funny Comic)

> Not fair… (Genocide Comic / my first art posted on Tumblr! :3)

> Merry Christmas! :D

> In traditional way~ (US! And UF! Bros)

> Undertale Fanarts/Comparison

⭐ Insane Expression Meme ⭐

> Insane Expression Meme - Step by step! (Set of GIFs!)

> You are safe now… (Us!Papyrus x OC)

> Despair (OC)

> I STILL LOVE YOU! (UF!Papyrus)

> Game over, sweetheart… (UF!Sans)

> MINE… (Yandere!Blue/US!Sans)

> LET.ME.IN! (Bendy from BATIM)

⭐ Fanarts for fanfictions/comics ⭐

> Ink Demon’s Game (Poster for @canadian-buckbeaver’s fanfiction)

> Fell’s Heat - Fanarts! (For @canadian-buckbeaver’s fanfiction!)

> Twins_AU! (For @saiyurimai‘s stories!)

>“It’s ok to be selfish…” (For @cocofinny’s “Panic Room!)

> Shattered - Fanarts! (Fanarts for @imjustalazycat’s comic)

> Six Skeletons One Maid – PART ONE

> Six Skeletons One Maid – PART TWO

> Six Skeletons One Maid – LAST PART

⭐ Others ⭐

> Good Boy || Bad Boy (Fanarts for JackSepticEye!)

> JImMMmYYyyyy… (Fanart for Markiplier!)

> Bird Patterns! (Photos from antistress colouring book!)

> MHS - Gold Rathian!

> Happy Birthday, Precious! (B-day present for @canadian-buckbeaver / Undertale x Naruto x OC Crossover!)

> Happy Birthday, honey! (B-day present for @canadian-buckbeaver / US!Papyrus)

> Happy Birthday, sweetheart~ (B-day present for @babypizzawonderland / UF!Sans)

> Happy Birthday, Sai! (B-day present for @saiyurimai! / Lucio from The Arcana Game)

> Sweet dreams are made of honey~ (My part of trade with @canadian-buckbeaver)

> Art raffle! (Edgeberry / Nightmare!Foxy / OC)

> Don’t trust me - Challenge! (Art with OC)

> FNAF4 – Fanart! (The bite of ‘87 / GIF)

> Puppers! (OCs)

> Just a massage… (Present for @canadian-buckbeaver / US!Papyrus x OC)

> Nikki’s Revenge! (US!papyrus x OC)

> Shipping~ (OC x OC / GIF)

> Community Day with Tyrranitar!

⭐ Inktober / Goretober ⭐

> Goretober 2017 (+16)

> Transparent Gore/Inktober 2018

> Inktober 2019 (OCs/ The Arcana Game)

⭐Art summary / Top posts⭐

> 2019 Summary of Art!

> 2018 Summary of Art!

> My 2019 Tumblr Top 10

> My 2018 Tumblr Top 10

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odderancyart · 6 years

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Anamnesis

This is for @kyuko-chan on her birthday. I hope you have a wonderful day. Because you’re amazing.

Happy Birthday!!!

AO3

The sky was dark. It was midnight. It was dotted by stars, forming constellations and patterns. There was no moon, which only made them shine brighter. The room was quiet. Squeaking floorboards as his feet shuffled over them the only sound. Red leaned toward the open window. The world outside was dark blue, with a sheen of red and orange and yellow. Autumn was here, and the trees were changing colours. Beautiful.

It had been such a long time. Not without hardships. Not without tears or yelling or painful silences. Not without laughter and gifts and warm arms embracing each other.

Smiling, Red thought back.

The first time they met.

The sky was dark. The kind of dark that made every light seem dark too. Filled with clouds and lightening. Thunder made their metaphorical ears hurt. There was no rain, which only made the storm seem worse. The trees stood bowed. Perhaps they’d fall at any moment. Break in half for the powerful wind. Red turned away from the window, looking toward his brother who was nervously pacing the living room. Boss had never liked lightning and thunder. It was one thing they both missed from the Underground. No storms. The weather had been predictable.

Walking into the kitchen, Red moved with ease despite how the electricity had been cut out by the storm. Despite the darkness of the house. It was the kind of ease you got once you had lived in a place for a long time. They’d been living on the Surface for four years now, after all. Had the house in three. He gathered the ingredients needed and mixed them. With two steaming cups in his hands he went back to his brother.

Fell smiled gratefully as hot chocolate was shoved into his hands. Red didn’t say anything as he grinned back. Still not speaking, he grabbed Fell’s arm and led him to the couch, shoving him into it. The other appeared slightly offended at being manhandled, but sagged in relief as plaids covered him and Red hugged him tightly.

“no worries, boss,” he said. “th’ storm’ll be over soon, ‘n’ then th’ power’ll come back.”

“I KNOW THAT, SANS,” Fell replied, appearing indignant. Yet, his newly formed frown quickly turned into a small smile. “BUT THANK YOU.”

There was a crash louder than the others. Both brothers jumped in surprise. The room lit up as a lightning hit the ground outside. It left a black mark and a burning smell. Boss almost seemed to sweat. Suddenly there was another crash. Another kind of crash.

Looking over his shoulder, Red realized the door had been thrown open. In, his more peaceful counterpart came strolling. Sans grinned at him, doing a small salute in greeting. Rolling his eyelights, Red saluted back.

“SANS! YOU KNOW YOU SHOULD KNOCK FIRST, BROTHER,” an annoyed voice came from the other room. Just like Boss’, but less rough. Less used to yelling at disobedient monsters. Less used to sounding intimidating. Sans only shrugged.

“we’ve found a couple new us,” he explained. “they appear to be a mix between ya two and the swaps. thought ya might be the best at explaining things, since you’re both from Fellverses.”

Papyrus came into the room, looking excusing at Red and Fell. The brothers both shrugged. They’d gotten used to people barging into their home. Heh, they’d never thought that before Frisk and the Multiverse. Outside, there was a smatter as water hit the window. The taller sighed in relief, and Red admitted that he too felt relieved. It had begun to rain.

Suddenly, he noticed the sound of high heels on wood. Smirking, Red looked toward the entrance. Curious on the newcomers. A mix of Fell and Swap? Sounded curious. A purple boot appeared. Then a body. His body. Or rather Blue’s. The Sans appeared to be Blue’s length, but with the high stiletto heels it was hard to tell. Chuckling slightly, Red studied him. How odd to see himself in such shoes. Stiletto heeled boots reaching to just beneath the knee. Tight leather pants – almost as tight as Lust’s. A purple shirt ending midriff. Spiked leather jacket.

“THE MAGNIFICENT AND MALICIOUS SANS HAS ARRIVED,” the new Sans declared. After him a gigantic, white dog came, panting happily. It missed an ear. “IN THE COMPANY OF THE TERRIBLE MURDERMALLOW.”

Red laughed at that.

“’n’ papyrus too,” a lazy voice drawled. A Papyrus appeared in the doorway. Dressed in a light orange jacket with fluff on the hood and black sweatpants. He made for an interesting sight. He was chewing on a toothpick. An obvious smoker.

“’nother one who can’t name fer shit,” he whispered to Fell, who glared at him. Doomfanger, who had been hiding beneath the couch, let out a meow, almost like he’d understood. The new Sans let out a huff. Looked offended. Oops.

“EXCUSE ME?” he exclaimed, and Fell hit Red over the head.

“IGNORE MY STUPID BROTHER.” Standing up, he made his way toward the newcomers. Straight and proud, despite the inferno outside. Now when he had someone he didn’t yet trust to impress. Now when they weren’t alone. Their little family of three. Four, even if Frisk did not live here nor was here at the moment. The smattering of rain had gotten worse. Drowning almost all sounds, forcing them to speak louder than usual. Another bolt of light lit the room for a second. “MY NAME IS FELL. WELCOME TO OUR HOME.”

Standing turned toward the Sans, who was the obvious leader. Just like Blueberry was the obvious leader in the Swap-family.

“RAZZ,” the Sans nodded, putting a hand on the dog’s head. They did not seem bothered by the storm. “THIS IS MY BROTHER, SLIM, AND MY DOG, MURDERMALLOW.”

“nice to meetcha,” Red drawled, having stroller up to them. He pulled the hood off his head, scraping his hand on one of his collar’s spikes. The dog stepped up to him, licking his hand. It was wet. “’m red. yer new t’ th’ multiverse?”

“yup,” Slim replied, shrugging. “i was playing ‘round the lab and got the machine runnin’. m’lord wanted to test it out and we ended up in their ‘verse.” He pointed his thumb at the Undertale brothers, who was watching in anticipation.

“NOW THEN,” Razz said, frowning. He pointed between Sans and Red. “I DEMAND TO KNOW HOW A VERSION OF SOMEONE AS MARVELLOUS AS MYSELF CAN BE SO LAZY AND UNDIGNIFIED.”

Their first meeting alone.

The sky was bright blue. The sun shone through the windows. It was causing shadows to be cast on the walls. A cloudless day. It was spring. The first green leaves had begun to appear on the trees and snowdrops sprung from the ground. It was pretty. Sometimes the Surface was a wonder.

Red was feeling lazy (lazier) and lied on the couch, sucking on a bottle mustard. The cat was lying on his stomach. It was too warm but he couldn’t bother moving it. Too tiring. Also, he had come to like Doomfanger.

Chuckling slightly at an internal joke, he slowly lifted a hand to stroke the soft fur. It was a goddamn miracle how Doomfanger had managed to keep all his fur and body parts while living alone in Underfell. Red jumped slightly as knocking reached him. It was loud. Groaning, he thought about standing up to open. Nah.

“come ‘n,” he called instead, putting down the bottle of mustard. The cat was purring as the sun warmed them both. “’s open.”

They’d stopped keeping their door locked at all times only a few weeks ago. It was ever so slowly dawning on the brothers that they didn’t have to. No one would sneak in to kill them. They were safe. The door squealed as it opened. Boss had been meaning to fix that but hadn’t had the time. All with his misbehaving students and homework to correct. Fell was a very busy man.

In stepped Razz, who frowned as he saw the skeleton on the couch. Red grinned at him, waving slowly. He had mustard on his cheek. He didn’t bother wiping it away. It was just the asshole. Who unfortunately had become very good friends with his bro, so they saw each other at least once a week. Unfortunately.

“WHERE IS FELL?” Razz asked, not bothering to greet him. Not taking offence, because he felt the same, Red shrugged.

“out,” he replied. “he’ll be back ‘n an hour or so.”

The frown on his counterpart’s face grew bigger. Sighing, Razz made his way over to the couch group. He sat down in an armchair, glaring at Red in distaste.

“YOU HAVE SOMETHING ON YOUR CHEEK.”

Red shrugged again. Eh. They sat there in silence for a while. The only noise was Doomfanger’s purring as Red petted him. Then suddenly the cat stood up, jumping off his stomach and walking over to Razz. The shorter skeleton growled at the cat, who stared at him with wide eyes.

As Doomfanger tried to climb into Razz’s lap, the skeleton shrieked. He scrambled backwards in the chair, breathing obviously well-controlled rather than calm.

“watcha doin’ to th’ cat?” Red asked, his eye sockets wide. His soul beat a little quicker in surprise and concern. Razz glared at him.

“THE ONLY REASON I’M NOT ATTACKING IS THAT IT BELONGS TO FELL,” he exclaimed, scowling, and with the viciousness in his voice, Red believed him. “CATS ARE VILE, AWFUL BEINGS.”

Red laughed at that, grinning at the other. Now this sounded like a story he’d like to hear.

It had been a good story, once he’d persuaded Razz to tell him. The Swapfell Annoying Cat truly was a vile being. Luckily, his counterpart didn’t detest Doomfanger as much anymore, even if he’d probably never trust the cat. It was understandable.

Being friends.

The sky was white. It was cloudy outside. The sun wasn’t visible behind the thick cover. Yet a warm wind blew through their garden, making sure it didn’t get cold. It was summer. The room was loud with laughter. Red leaned against his counterpart, who against all odds had become one of his best friends. Razz was grinning widely at him, eyelights bright, purple stars. It was unusual for them to turn into stars. It meant that the other felt truly safe, truly happy. It made Red’s soul beat hard in joy.

“SO WHAT DID THE CASKET SAY TO THE SICK CASKET?” Razz asked, grinning widely. His fingers moved swiftly as he embroidered a pillow with a picture of two swords clashing.

Red had been very surprised to find out the other embroidered. Yet, with Blueberry’s knitting he supposed it wasn’t that unexpected. Both said it kept their minds sharp. He grinned back.

“is tha’ you coughin’?” he replied, and they both laughed loudly. Annoyed moans reached them from the other side of the room, where their brothers were putting together a puzzle. It only made them laugh harder. Red’s stomach hurt. They’d been laughing a lot this evening.

They’d kept laughing for years. The stars twinkled at him, like they too were happy together with him.

Their first date.

The sky was grey. Snowflakes fell from the clouds, slowly. Swishing their way down. Riding the soft breeze. The ground was already covered in a thin layer of snow, about five centimetres. The sun shone brightly through a hole in the cloud cover. Just a thought of a blue sky. The room was full of noise as Red nervously paced back and forth.

Swallowing, he picked up his phone again to recheck the reservation. For the tenth time the last hour. The email looked exactly like it had the last time. Everything was in order. Nevertheless, it was hard to shake off the feeling that something would go wrong. Simply because tonight had to be perfect.

Red was wearing a suit. Black with crimson shirt. It was slightly uncomfortable – he preferred shorts and t-shirt. Not important. Razz liked this kind of stuff, he liked when Razz was happy. It was absolutely worth it. He just hoped everything would go well. It knocked on the door, and he jumped in surprise. Checking the clock, he realized it was seven o’clock. Razz was just on time, as always.

Walking over to open the door, he swallowed. C’mon Red, he told himself. Don’t be a coward. He opened his door, and his mouth promptly fell open. It was Razz, alright. And he was goddamn beautiful. Red’s soul pounded in his chest as his eyelights travelled over the other.

Razz was wearing a full-length midnight blue dress, shoulderless but with elbow length, tight sleeves. A silver belt and silver details perfected it. His eyelights were sparkling, and the most beautiful part of it all was the bright, joy-filled smile on his face. Red’s worries disappeared as he studied the other. Of course it would go well. He was with Razz.

“yer lovely,” he breathed. Razz’s smile grew a little more, and he tiptoed to press a kiss to Red’s cheek. Tingling sensations travelled through him. Starting at the place of the kiss and spreading through his entire body.

“THANK YOU,” Razz said. His voice was warm. Red’s soul fluttered slightly, happily. How on earth did Razz agree to date him? How in the Underground could someone this perfectly imperfect love someone like him? Shaking his head slightly, he smiled back. He wasn’t going to question it. As long as it happened, he was the happiest monster alive.

“shall we go, darlin’?”

It had been perfect, despite the restaurant messing up their orders and the cab being late afterwards. It had been perfect, because it had been the first date with the love of his life. A slight breeze blew through the window, hitting his face. It was warm.

The proposal.

The sky was purple and pink. It was yellow and blue. Even green and orange. It was all colours at once, and it was gorgeous. It was spring once again. Late spring, with flowers on the ground and light green leaves in the trees. The sun in the horizon, on its way down for the night. A lone star twinkling high in the sky. They walked hand in hand up on a hill. The grass was soft. New. Stargazing was planned for the night. Both loved stars. It was a moonless night, not a cloud in sight. Perfect.

Another star lit as Razz spread out the picnic plaid they had with them. Red watched him in delight. The other was wearing a light pink dress with puffy skirt, and he looked adorable. Not that he’d tell him that; Razz didn’t do adorable, he said. Drop dead gorgeous was more his style. Which also fit at the moment. At all moments, almost. So that was what Red had told him when they met up earlier.

Sitting down, Red put his arm over Razz’s shoulder, and Razz smiled and leaned into his side. Together they watched the stars appear in the sky. A warm gust of wind hit them. His soul beat slowly, contently. Red couldn’t remember ever being this happy before.

Eventually the sky was completely dark. The sun had disappeared a long time ago. Gone to other countries to light them instead. Leaving the comforting darkness to the denizens of Ebott. Razz shuffled in his arms, and Red could hear him swallow. Raising an eyebrow at the other, he recognized Razz’s expression. He was nervous.

Why?

As Red opened his mouth to ask if everything was okay, Razz broke free from his embrace. He picked out a small box from his inventory, and stood. Red blinked. Wait. No, he had to be imagining things. There was no way this was what it seemed like.

He was disproven as Razz went down on one knee. Even though he did not kneel even for his Queen Toriel – did not kneel or bow his back for anybody as he’d said once. Yet here they were. Red gaped, his soul speeding, as Razz spoke.

“RED, YOU’RE THE MOST WONDERFUL MONSTER I HAVE EVER MET – OUTSIDE OF MYSELF AND MY BROTHER, OF COURSE. YOU’RE SMART AND SURPRISINGLY SWEET AND I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH.” He opened the box, revealing twin bonds in pale gold. Each with one crimson jewel and one purple. “WILL YOU MARRY ME?”

Neither of them moved. The stars twinkled above. Another warm gust hit them. Red and Razz stared at each other; one looking nervous and one shocked. Eventually, Red’s soul calmed and he found words. A wide smile entered his face, and he nodded frantically.

“yes, yes o’ course i’ll marry ya,” he managed to say, laughter escaping him as he worked himself to his knees. The smile on Razz’s face outshone the stars, and was a million times lovelier. Stumbling forward, he embraced the other, laughing louder. “o’ course i will. i love ya so much.”

“I LOVE YOU TOO, ASSHOLE.” Razz laughed in relief and joy. He hugged Red back, tightly. Finally, they let go, and he grabbed Red’s hand. Red’s soul skipped a beat as Razz took one of the rings, holding it up. After looking at Red questioningly, and getting an affirmative nod, he slowly slid it on Red’s finger. A star reflected in it.

He had never loved an object so much.

Studying the engagement ring and wedding band on his left ring finger, he smiled. It was just as beautiful as the day he’d gotten it. Just like his coat and collar he took very careful care of it. More careful than the care he’d taken of himself some days, some periods of time.

The pregnancy.

The sky was cloudy but blue. The sun shone in through the open window. It hit the wall filled with photographs of the two of them and their brothers. Murdermallow was sleeping soundly on the couch. Red and Razz’s shared apartment was contently quiet. Quiet in the way a home sometimes was. Red was sitting in an armchair, legs thrown over the armrest. He was reading a book on neuroscience. It was an interesting subject.

“RED!” A yell came from the bathroom. Both Red and the dog winced at the loud volume. The comfortable silence was broken. Razz marched into the living room, a grin on his face. It was happy, surprised, triumphant. Worried. Nodding, Red sat up and put his book down, took off his glasses. Murdermallow jumped of the couch to lick Razz’s hand, and got her head ruffled in return. “I AM PREGNANT.”

Red blinked. Excuse him what? As his mind proceeded, his soul raced at his fiancé’s words. Razz was pregnant? He gaped at the other, a smile slowly making its way to his face.

“THAT MEANS I HAVE MORE AND POWERFULLER MAGIC THAN YOU,” Razz pointed out, which explained the triumph in his expression. Red chortled, that fact the thing furthest from his mind at the moment. Finally, his mind had accepted Razz’s words, and his sockets grew wide as he realized what it meant.

He was going to be a parent.

With Razz.

Fucking stars. Razz stared at him, expectant, and Red slowly made his way out of the armchair. Staring at Razz, his soul fluttered. His smile grew wider. Suddenly laughing, he grabbed Razz’s face and pressed a kiss to the other’s teeth. Razz immediately responded, throwing his arms around Red’s neck. They were warm and strong from training.

Laughing into the kiss, they broke it.

“we’re gonna be parents, sweetheart!” he exclaimed, half in disbelief half in joy. Razz smirked, and nodded.

“WE ARE, DUMBASS,” he agreed. Then he blinked, and his sockets widened. “WE’LL HAVE TO MOVE THE WEDDING EARLIER. I AM NOT GETTING MARRIED WITH A BABYBUMP, OR AFTER THE BIRTH.”

He laughed quietly. Trust Razz to think such a thing in a moment like that.

The wedding.

The sky was grey. It seemed like it was going to rain soon. The manor hall they were going to hold the ceremony in was lit by a thousand candles. Decorated with flowers and with ribbons. It wasn’t a typical Fellverse wedding, which was the reason they’d chosen it. Different. Red breathed deeply where he was standing behind the great door. On the other side of it the wedding ceremony was to be held. On the other side of it all of their family and friends were gathered.

His soul beat erratically. This was it. He was going to marry Razz. Couldn’t be happier about it either, really. Yet he felt sweat trickle down his brow, down onto his fancy red suit. Taking in another shaky breath, Red looked over to where his brother was sitting. Fell was his best man, of course, and smiled encouragingly. Understandingly. He knew all about Red’s problems and fears. That he wouldn’t be good enough. That Razz would regret marrying him.

Regret having children with him.

Then, all the sudden, Slim appeared. He cleared his throat, and gestured toward the door leading to the rooms where Razz had gotten ready. Razz had refused to let Red see him in his wedding dress until it was time. Wanted to surprise him, he’d said. The doors opened, and Murdermallow ran out, yipping happily. She had a small crown on her head, and a bouquet with blue carnations in her mouth. He chuckled. Murdermallow was First Maid, obviously. Another clearing of throat, and he looked back at the door.

Red blinked, sockets widening. He blinked again, and his soul fluttered. Smiling widely, he forgot all his worries as he studied his soon-to-be husband. Razz was gorgeous. Wearing a black floor-length dress with red details and a three-meter skirt which trailed behind him, a silver/ruby wedding circlet on his head, and a bouquet with purple, black and red carnations in his hands, he smiled back at Red. It was a bright smile. All sharp teeth and soft edges.

Almost like in a dream, Red stepped forward and offered his arm to the other. Razz took it. Heels clicked against the floorboards as they walked toward the door that would let them into the wedding hall. Everyone took their positions.

“I LOVE YOU,” Razz said just before the doors were opened, and the guests stood up. Red beamed at the other, and as they made their way toward the altar, in the company of their brothers, Murdermallow, Frisk and Chara, and Swapfell Alphys, nothing had ever felt so right.

Still one of his fondest memories. There had been a few better, but not many. One of those better moments were…

The birth.

The sky was dark. It was in the middle of the night, and the house was quiet. They’d exchanged their apartment for a house only a month before. Children should grow up with room to run and play. The couple snoozed quietly, cuddled close to each other. Razz was moving slightly, restless, and Red’s hand rested on the gigantic ecto-stomach. A scream echoed through the room, and Red woke immediately, sitting up in alarm. Realizing the bed was wet, he turned to his husband in worry. Razz was clutching his stomach, sockets wide and breathing laboured.

“THE WATER-“ he panted, leaning forward and moaning in pain. “THEY WANT OUT.”

Red blinked again, mind still muddled from sleep. Once he realized what that meant, he gasped and flew out of bed. Their babybones were coming. Razz was going into labour. Dizziness overtook him, and he gasped for breath as Razz screamed again. It was an excruciating noise. Wide eyed in panic, Red threw a pair of short and a t-shirt on before carefully hoisting Razz into his arms. Luckily Razz had slept in pyjamas ever since he was starting to get due. That was one thing less to worry about. Sweat got in his sockets as he hurried out to the car, putting Razz in the passenger seat. Thank the stars Fell had forced him to learn how to drive. Shortcutting with a pregnant Razz would be dangerous, but less dangerous than taking his husband’s motorcycle. Car was the safest alternative.

Tears filled his sockets as he stared at his husband. Razz was lying at the hospital bed, partially covered in marrow and ectoplasm. He was holding two babybones in his arms and smiling brightly although exhaustedly. Red laughed. He was a father. The doctor held out the third babybones, and he took her in his arms. She was beautiful. They were all beautiful; Razz and their triplets.

It had been a long and hard birth. Listening to Razz’s screaming had been the hardest thing Red had done in his life. But now… He laughed again, softer this time. As he let a phalange travel over his daughter’s face and ribcage, she grabbed it. Hard. It was a fast grip. She’d grow up to be just as strong as Razz one day, he was sure. His entire body felt warm and tingly.

“i love ya,” he whispered, sitting down on the hospital bed. His tone was almost reverent, and he felt one of the tears escape. It dripped down his cheek, and he didn’t care. Razz grinned up at him, looking very proud over himself. “yer th’ strongest, most beautiful, wonderful, amazing monster i’ve ever met. together with boss.”

Razz laughed, and leaned forward. It was obvious what he wanted, and Red was all too happy to oblige. Gently, he took Razz’s face in his hands and kissed him.

“I LOVE YOU TOO,” Razz replied, sounding almost breathless. His eyelights were soft-edged stars as he looked down at the babybones in their arms. “AND I LOVE THEM, VERY MUCH.”

“yeah,” Red breathed. Wiping of a few tears from his face, he felt his smile widen even more. Wider than ever before, as he watched his family. “yeah, i do too.”

The sky was still dark, still filled with stars. The door opened, and Red turned away from the window. Murdermallow bounced in. She was old now, but acted like she was still a puppy. Following her was Andromeda, one of her now-grownup chow puppies, and Brownie, one of the accidental mixed breed puppies she’d had with Blue’s dog, much to Razz’s displeasure. The only one they’d kept. He laughed, petting her stomach as she rolled over to her back, before looking up. Razz was standing at the door, smiling at him. He smiled back, and stood up.

“THE KIDS ARE ASLEEP. WALKING THE DOGS SO LATE IS EXHAUSTING, APPARENTLY,” he told Red, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek. Red turned his head at the last moment, causing their teeth to meet instead. Razz glared at him, but didn’t pull away.

Then they were both smiling. Red’s soul beat slowly, happily. He couldn’t believe he had been this lucky. That someone this magnificent had not only agreed to marry him, but proposed to him. That he could be so blessed as to not only have Boss in his life, but Razz, and their amazing children. How did life turn out to be so wonderful?

“great,” Red said. He lifted a hand, caressing Razz’s cheek softly. The other leaned into it, nearly purring. “hey, razz?”

“YES?”

“happy 11th anniversary, darlin’. i love ya lots.”

“I LOVE YOU TOO. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY.”

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nightshade-imagines · 7 years

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Uf papyrus with 2 please (I just request the reader to be a best friend not SO thanks)

⭐2: “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat”

(I got carried away…)

You’re awaken abruptly by the sound of your front door slamming open and heavy footsteps stomping through your house. Panic immediately fills your chest and you reach for the pocket knife on you night stand. Whatever’s down there sound like it's making a huge mess. The footsteps are growing louder as the intruder seems to be heading straight for your room. Clutching the knife, you hold it away from your chest ready to defend yourself and suddenly you bedroom door is thrown open, “HUMAN!”, there in your doorways stands a grumpy looking Boss, “P-papyrus? What are you doing here?!?”, he doesn’t answer and walks towards your closet opening the door and looking inside, then proceeding to rummage around you room like he’s looking for something. Finally, he walks towards you, lifting you up out of bed and looking underneath you. After finding nothing once again he let’s out an annoyed growl and switches his hold on you so that he’s holding you under one of his arms and rubbing his chin with a contemplative look on his face. “Alright, Papyrus, what the heck are you doing in my house at 3 in the morning?!? Also, put me down!”, this seems to finally grab his attention and he looks at you, “I KNOW IT’S 3 IN THE MORNING, BUT I CAN’T FIND MY CAT!”, “What?”, “DOOMFANGER! HE HAS GONE MISSING! SANS AND I HAVE SEARCHED EVERYWHERE AND HAVE COME UP EMPTY”, “That sucks, but what are you doing at my house?”, “DOOFANGER LOVES YOU! THIS IS THE FIRST PLACE HE WOULD HAVE GONE IF HE HAD RUN AWAY!”, ‘I mean, I guess. I’d like to help you Papyrus but can it be tomorrow? Doomy is a good cat, he might be out later than usual but he wouldn’t have run far", “NONSENSE, WE SET OUT AT ONCE!”, *sigh* “ Okay, but can you at least put me down so I can get dress-AAh!” Before you could finish talking, Boss ran back down stairs with you, luckily he let you grab your shoes on the way out the door. You and Boss have been wandering the neighborhood for a few hours now and he insisted on double checking everywhere. At this point, even he was begin to look exhausted and according to his ranting, Doomfanger had been missing for almost a day before he even came to your place and him and Sans had spent that time combing ever inch of their part of town. You have to admit, Boss has quite the tolerance for staying awake but even he has to sleep at least a few hours and from the looks of it, he hasn’t since Doomy went missing. The two of you were heading back in the direction of your house after Papyrus insisted that he hadn’t checked the woods on the other side of town, “Paps?”, he turns to you and you can see the darkness growing under his eyes, “WHAT?”, yeah, he’s defiantly tired, “Do you want to maybe, take a little break?”, he seems taken back by your suggestion,“HOW CAN YOU CONTEMPLATE RESTING AT A TIME LIKE THIS!?! YOU’RE JUST AS BAD AS SANS!”, “No, I just think that it would be a good idea, you look pretty tired”, Boss gives you a look like you had just flipped him off, “THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS DOES NOT GET “TIRED!” IF YOU’RE TO WEAK TO CONTINUE SEARCHING THAN I SHALL DO SO BY MYSELF!“, he ruffly yanks the flashlight out of your hand and marches forward angrily, “Papyrus, wait!��, you try to call out to him but it’s no use, “Oh, paps…” You take a minute sit down, you have be going at this for almost three hours straight. As rude as he was acting, you’re not about to let him do this all by himself. Taking a deep breath, you stand up and continue to head in the direction he was walking, eventually meeting the edge of the woods, “Papyrus!”, you call out to him, “Papyrus!”, no luck. You wonder around the woods a bit and finally find him sitting down in front of a tree hold in his knees, but as soon as he sees you he shoots up to his feet and glares at you, “WHAT DO YOU WANT, HUMAN? I THOUGHT THIS WAS TO MUCH FOR YOU!”, “Papyrus…I know that your worried about Doomy, but we’re going to find him, okay?”, he seems surprised by the softness of your tone, “PROMISES?”, it’s rare to see him this upset, not mad, but scared almost, “Of course”. That seems to have calmed his nerves greatly and the two of you set off searching the woods again. After about a half an hour you hear meowing, “Paps, listen!”, *GASP* “DOOMFANGER!”, after following the sound for a bit you find the cat trapped in a metal box trap, probably set for raccoons and the two of you shout spontaneously ,“Doomy!”, “DOOMFANGER!” Boss’s doesn’t even bother undoing the trap properly and rips the top off, quickly hugging the cat to his chest. Doomy defiantly seems happy as well, the white fluffy cat is purring and rubbing against the skeletons face, it’s quite the adorable display. The three of you head back to your house to feed Doomfanger, the poor baby hasn’t eaten in over twenty-four hours so you can’t blame it for it’s ravenous appetite. Once you finish feeding him you head back out to the living room with the cat in you arms, “Okay, Papyrus, Doomy seems alright, he was just really hungry, no flesh wounds or sickness! If you want I could…heh”, when you enter the the living room, you are greeted by Boss asleep on the sofa. Doomfanger quickly runs up to his owner and curls up on his chest and purrs. Taking a picture of the adorable sight, you decide to join them and plop down on there recliner beside the couch, it’s been a long night.

#writing prompt #undertale #underfell

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vampirezelda · 7 years

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Birthday Gift Ficlet

I created a little Edge Fluff for @mellamew because she’s a great friend and it’s her birthday today! I hope you enjoy it mella, happy birthday!

Edge and Cat hc can be found here, and the pictures that go with said ficlet can be found here! all by @vividlylost who was also the beta reader for the ficlet <3

You were bored. Like, seriously bored. How anyone could be this bored was beyond you. All your friends were too far away to go out and do things normal people do, like gush over the latest chapter in that fanfic you all liked while at the mall, or rant about your newfound hatred of peaches while painting each other’s nails and watching cheesy movies. Yes, you saw right, peaches! They wronged you in that way they looked uncannily like a rear end. So naughty.

Sitting up in your bed to check the soul-sucking social sites you frequent and see nothing of note has occurred for quite a while, a feat you deem impressive. Suddenly your phone starts ringing across the room, so you just flop on the floor from the bed with a “oof!” and roll to it, picking the annoying contraption up and answering it.

“Human escort service, we service all manner of people be it human, monster, or former Captain of the Royal Guard.” You answer with a teasing lilt to your voice.

“I MUST HAVE THE WRONG---WAIT A MOMENT, IS THIS A JAPE? YOU ALMOST FOOLED ME, BUT I, THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS CANNOT HAVE THE WOOL PULLED OVER MY EYE SOCKETS SO EASILY!” Papyrus says in a slightly embarrassed and rushed tone. You were sure you were going to fool him this time.

“Ha, you got me Papyrus. Tis I, the short and bored human! Whatever have you called me for on this fine summer afternoon?”

Papyrus huffs over the phone and then clears his non-existent throat, which you have come to learn is an indicator he’s about to reveal something he deems very interesting. “I KNEW YOU WOULD BE BORED TODAY, AND AS SUCH HAVE CREATED AN OUTDOOR ACTIVITY I AM POSITIVE YOU WILL ENJOY. NOW, PLEASE DRESS IN CLOTHES YOU ARE COMFORTABLE IN BECOMING SLIGHTLY MESSY AND I SHALL BE AT YOUR DOOR IN TEN MINUTES SHARP. SEE YOU SOON, HUMAN!” He promptly hangs up and you’re left wondering what sort of shenanigans of terror he’s going to have you running through this time.

With ten minutes to become presentable, though, you’re rushing to slip on a pair of jeans and a tank top. Then you nearly trip over your shoes situated in the middle of the room, discarded there last night in a haze of sleepiness.

Fully clothed and with four minutes to compose yourself; easy-peasy. You dance over to the small bathroom and furiously brush those pearly whites while also brushing your hair, something you’ve perfected over the time you’ve known Papyrus.

With one-minute to spare you’re forced to just tie your hair up in a messy ponytail, as you dash into the main area looking any and everywhere for your purse. Under that side table? No. Maybe the kitchen counter has it? No. You spot it hanging on the coat rack for some reason just as there are three concise knocks on the door to your apartment, and you quickly snatch your purse up as you open the door.

“H-hey Pap! On time, just like you said you would be! Ready to go?” You say with perhaps too much enthusiasm, grabbing onto his arm, locking your door, and walking in a random direction.

“……DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHERE WE’RE GOING?” Papyrus says with a certain gruffness to his voice, knowing full well you do not know where you’re going.

You stop and think for a moment, then turn to him. “Nah. I was just walking in a direction and hoping it was the correct choice for our little adventure. Lead on, dear Captain!” You take his hand and raise it in the air, while passersby look at you oddly.

He shakes his head at you and groans, but brings you along, hand-holding and all, to the large park nearby. In the middle of the park is a very large picnic blanket, complete with a cute little basket that has...holes in it? All-in-all, it was an odd sight to see.

“So……you wanna tell me what this is all about? Not gonna run me through another one of your challenges you deem soothing for the soul, right?” You sass. Papyrus just rolls his eye lights and brings you closer to the container, urging you sit on the blanket with him. Ok, maybe not a crazy challenge? He would have been pulling equipment out willy nilly and strapping it on you.

“I Can Assure You That This Is Not Another One Of My ‘Crazy Challenges’ You Will Be Experiencing Today.” He announces not as loudly as before. “Now, For The Main Activity! Sit Here And Just Relax. You Shall Know Why Soon Enough, Nyeh Heh Heh.”

Papyrus turns and blocks off your view of the basket, and you trust him enough to just close your eyes and revel in the feel of the sunshine on your skin.

“Mreow!”

…What? You look at Papyrus, but he’s still turned away and you can’t see quite what he’s doing.

“Mrrrrr!”

There it was again! That sounded exactly like a kitten. Papyrus turns around and there is a litter of kittens hanging from his arms, scrabbling for purchase amongst his turtleneck sleeves.

“Oh my Gosh! Lookit the cute little kitties! Is this what my edgy boy has been doing all day? Rounding up poor innocent kittens in his scheme for making his datemate feel better?” You gently scoop up one of the kittens into your arms, snuggling it against your face.

“I Did Not Do Anything Nefarious In Order to Lead These Fanged Felines Here! I Simply Asked A Human Veterinarian For A…Favor. Yes, That’s What It Is Called Here On The Surface,” is the response you hear from beyond the mass of fluff climbing his arms, making you giggle quietly into the kitten’s fur.

A couple kittens decide to abandon their quest at climbing Mount Papyrus to investigate what the other moving object in the vicinity is, and you were now sprawled on your back with kittens making a bed of your stomach, chest, and thighs. Suffice to say, you felt happier than you have in a long while, and Papyrus seemed to notice, if the slight nod to himself is any indication.

You doze off, a combination of the sun’s warmth and kitten purrs vibrating through your body lulling you to sleep.

Papyrus takes this opportunity to relax a bit and and let his “terrible” facade drop, observing the scene with fondness. He may have snuck a picture of you, but you’ll never know unless he sends it to you of course. He spends this time letting the kittens use him as a climbing tower, enjoying the ministrations of one specific feline, which was all black except for white patterns along their stomach that vaguely could be thought of as skeletal like patterns

“Feline, Do Not—” is what wakes you up after who knows how long, the sun a bit lower than before and some kittens having vacated your body in favor of the tower than is Papyrus. “—That Is Not A Proper Lounging Spot! Oh For…..Fine, You May Stay There Until I Say So, Devious Fanged Feline.”

The sight that greets you is too precious to bear. Papyrus is sitting cross legged on the blanket like before but with numerous kittens perched on various spots among his body. What takes the cake though, is the kitten that has found its home in the scarf bunched against his neck, dozing silently.

He seems content to stay as still as a statue, not noticing you are awake until you make a high pitched “awww”.

“DO NOT ‘AW’ ME! I AM NOT DOING ANYTHING CUTE! THESE FELINES HAVE SIMPLY BESTED ME IN COMBAT, AND SO I HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO BOW TO THEIR WHIMS.” At the outburst most of the kittens scatter to your lap, the exception being the one settled in his scarf. It seems that little one has claimed Papyrus as his own.

Seeing this Papyrus blushes red and stammers; caught off guard once again.

You giggle and take a picture, hiding it from sight. “That one seems pretty attached to you. Wanna take him home?” She watched with interest, throwing some toys back and forth for the others to interact with. She was definitely revitalized after a day out and about with this little surprise.

Papyrus stilled even more, if that were even possible. “N-NO! SANS POSITIVELY DESPISES CATS WITH A BURNING PASSION. I AM AFRAID IT WOULD NEVER WORK OUT.” He glances down to the kitten sleeping in his scarf and gently picks it up, gaining a protesting meow in return. "LISTEN DATEMATE, I INSIST YOU TAKE THIS SMALL FELINE. I CAN NOT ALWAYS BE THERE, BUT THIS SMALL FANGED FELINE WILL MOST CERTAINLY GROW INTO A FEARSOME PROTECTOR FOR WHEN I CAN'T. I SHALL FILL OUT THE PAPERWORK FOR ITS ADOPTION." The kitten takes this moment to try and bite the hand that is holding it, but the dull fangs do nothing against his bone.

“SEE? THE FELINE IS ALREADY TRYING TO LEARN HOW TO FIGHT! PERHAPS I SHOULD GIVE IT A FEW POINTERS ON HOW TO PROPERLY LATCH ONTO AN ENEMY FOR THE BEST AMOUNT OF DAMAGE….” He ponders this for a moment, holding the kitten out to you to take.

You take your new kitten from him and hold it close, squinting up at him in the process. “No teaching the kitty to harass the neighbors. Final Decision.”

“YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY NO FUN. ‘DON’T BUILD TRAPS TO PROTECT MY APARTMENT PAPYRUS, DON’T IMPROVE ANY OF MY KITCHEN EQUIPMENT TO MAKE IT EVEN BETTER THAN BEFORE PAPYRUS.’ WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER?!” He gripes but relents, gathering the kittens and herding them into the basket they were in before, cleaning up the picnic area he set up before your arrival.

“COME DATEMATE, I SHALL ESCORT YOU HOME AND THEN GO OUT TO BUY ITEMS OUR—I MEAN YOUR NEW FELINE COULD POSSIBLY NEED.” With your kitten secured in your arms Papyrus squishes you close to his side, staying that close the entire way back to your apartment.

When you step up to your door and unlock it Papyrus turns you around and gives you a skeletal kiss to the forehead, the audible “MWUAH” inevitably following it. “I HOPE YOU ENJOYED OUR TIME TOGETHER TODAY, DATEMATE. IF YOU EVER NEED CHEERING UP AGAIN, KNOW I AM ALWAYS WILLING TO CRUSH THOSE PESKY NEGATIVE EMOTIONS FOR YOU. OR BRING YOU ANOTHER FELINE. YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY FELINES.” He walks off after that heart warming speech to gather the required supplies at the store and finalize the adoption of your new found friend, leaving you to snuggle your shared kitten with Papyrus. Looks like nothing can stay wrong for long when you’re around him.

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