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lucyhblack · 2 years

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First date

Summary: It was just another night's work, or so Reaper thought.

All characters are human in this story.

I don't know anything about coroners, investigative processes, etc, other than what I see on CSI, NCIS, and Criminal Minds, so I'm sorry if I'm too far off the mark.

CAUTION!! Mention of vomiting, description of blood, injuries and deaths (including that of a child).

-So, what do we have?

-Hi, Reaps! A double homicide. – The first guard replied excitedly.

-It's not a pretty scene. - warned your partner in a conspiratorial tone.

-And when is it? – He spoke with good humor, passing the pair responsible for keeping reporters and onlookers away.

There were a lot of people gathered even though it was late at night. Most must have been neighbors, but he could make out at least a couple of reporters. Surely there would be more soon, after all, such a crime in a quiet residential neighborhood like this drew attention.

Passing under the yellow tape, he entered the house proper. The first thing he noticed was the metallic and chemical smell (blood and gunpowder), the second was the smell of burning meat and finally the smell of popcorn. Most people would only feel one or two, but he had a nose for such things (in his profession, it was nice to have one). Further ahead he heard the noise of the camera shutter and saw the flashes illuminating the first span on the left.

Before he could go any farther, a policeman staggered out of the span, eyes wide over his hand which was covering his mouth. Reaper pressed himself against the wall to let him through, and when he turned around, he saw Red staring at him with his patented shark smile (smile that didn't reach his eyes).

-At least he was smart enough to get out and not contaminate the crime scene. – He commented upon hearing the unmistakable sound of the guy vomiting behind him.

-Not that it would make much difference... It's already a mess inside. - Red indicated with his head the room that was still lit by the flashes.

Reaper approached and took a peek. He'd seen several crime scenes, this one wasn't the worst by far, but it was still shocking, especially for someone who wasn't used to it (as was the case with the rookie throwing up his guts in the garden).

There were two bodies lying on the floor in a huge pool of blood, which the cheap rug below was partially absorbing. Even from a distance he could see arcs of splashes on the walls and furniture surrounding the bodies.

Stepping inside for a closer look (stopping quickly to greet Lesser, who returned the greeting with a cheery "Hey Doc!" before getting back to work documenting the scene), he saw that there was even a splash on the ceiling.

Reaper let out a low whistle.

-Someone was angry. - He said looking around and registering the furniture overturned, the broken TV and the popcorn scattered like confetti on the floor.

-Lots! I thought I'd have to use a crowbar to get it off the kid.

Reaper didn't miss the tone or how Red referred to the killer. Preferring not to delve into the matter (after all, these problems were none of his concern), he approached the smaller body.

He estimated the child to be between 8 and 10 years old. They had brown hair and appeared to be healthy (when alive). Your torso was a mess of red. Reaper couldn't estimate how many stab wounds the child had taken, but they were enough to make the striped shirt them wore almost unrecognizable.

He bent down, fished a glove out of his coat pocket and pulled it on as he took a closer look at the body.

There were also cuts on the arms, hands, neck and face. The child had fought to defend themself. Despite this, they expression was serene, and along with them eyes closed, they looked almost asleep. (of course, if he could just ignore all the cuts and blood around them).

He gave Red a sidelong glance. People used to find the glassy gaze of death unnerving, and while Red wasn't stupid to interfere unnecessarily with the body at a crime scene, even he could be affected by the sight of a dead child (even though he's come across several such scenes before).

-I don't think this will be a big mystery, Doctor. - Red spoke when Reaper leaned over the body to open the child's eye - The cause of death is obvious.

-Yes, but who knows? It wouldn't be the first time appearances can be deceiving...

-I think in this case it's pretty obvious that the death was multiple stabbings. - Red spoke dryly.

-It could be... but which one was the fatal one?

The detective made a sound that was half contempt, half amused. He knew how much Reaper liked to know the details, the small, decisive details that led to the fateful point of no return.

Getting up and leaving the child for now, he headed for the other body (ah! That's where the smell of burning flesh came from!).

The second body was that of a man, around his age or younger. Light blonde hair with a few strands already gray and a little out of shape.

-That one shouldn't be too much trouble either. – Red commented when he saw Reaper studying the second victim.

-I don't know... From what I see he was also stabbed. - And he indicated the shirt soaked in blood and with a big rip in the front.

-Yes, but the head...

-Yeah... that was ugly... what did they hit him with?

-That's a good question. Hope you give us a clue as to what the hell the freak used to do this.

The right side of the men face had been hit by something, and whatever it was, it had done a lot of damage. The upper right part of his face was a shapeless mass of blood and burned flesh (it would take some work to make him presentable for the wake).

Curious, Reaper knelt, wondering what the killer had used to get the face into that state.

Just as he leaned over to get a better look at the wound, the man's left eye popped open and a hand flew out to grab his arm. For a “corpse” the man gripped his arm with surprising strength.

He heard Red gasp and Lesser howl in fear, but he didn't react, just stared at the staring eye.

His pupil was so dilated he couldn't tell what color the man's iris was. Despite the immobility, his eyes darted from side to side, still searching for the threat.

His mouth opened, but before he could say anything (even though he had no idea what he was going to say) the man's lips started moving and he focused on them.

The corpse (not so corpse like that) had thin, almost colorless lips (another sign that he must be dead, and not trying to talk) which made the blood bubble that appeared between it, contrast even more.

The victim's fingers tightened even more, pulling an involuntary grimace of pain from him, as the man's lips moved forming words without sound.

Dimly he heard Red cursing something that sounded like "Who the hell checked the pulse?", but he was too focused on the man to register.

There was a familiar sound (which his mind only registered without really identifying) and the man's face bathed in white before returning to normal. Red screamed again, this time demanding that someone stop and go get help.

Reaper leaned in more, fascinated by what was happening in front of him as his mind turned off what was happening around him. In all his years as a medical examiner in the criminal department, he had never been in such a situation.

(and look at that he will come LOTS of bizarre things)

-...refuse...

Reper leaned closer, trying to hear the wispy, watery voice. The man spoke some more words and then fingers loosened and his eye rolled up. Reaper stood completely still, waiting for what else would happen next.

-Do something, Reaper!

The demand snapped him out of his trance and he straightened up looking at a pale Red, as if he were the real corpse.

For a second Reaper didn't understand what Red wanted him to do. He was a coroner, and that guy wasn't dead yet (he couldn't start an autopsy. It was illegal to perform such a procedure on someone alive!). And then he realized that even though he hadn't dealt with a live patient in years, he had the knowledge to do so. Only he didn't have any equipment with him.

(unless he counted on the thermometer he was carrying, but he was pretty sure taking the guy's liver temperature wouldn't help him at all)

With relief he heard running footsteps and emergency personnel appear. He walked away as they began to examine the corpse/victim and try to stabilize him (for the first time, Reaper was sure Edge would be happy with the rescuers' laziness in leaving the scene of the crime).

As he watched the paramedics take him away, he thought about his last words.

“I refuse to die”

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aberrant-winter · 2 years

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WHITELIST

Current Hyperfixation: The Collector (Owl House)

[Will be changed many times]

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Characters:

Bold: Absolute favorites

Kaijus(Godzilla): Shin Godzilla,Heisei Burning Godzilla,Millenium Godzilla,Gigan, Kiryu, Mechagodzilla 2021, Destoroyah,Gorosaurus,Heisei King Ghidorah,Kaizer Ghidorah,Skull Crawler,Titanosaurus,Methuselah,

Mecha Ghidorah.

Kaijus(Gamera): Gamera,Zedus.

Jurassic World/Park: Spinosaurus, Indominus Rex, Indoraptor, Giganotosaurus, Echo.

Kirby: King Dedede,Kirby,Meta Knight,Galacta Knight,Morpho Knight,Magolor,Shadow Dedede,Landia,Grand Doomer,Sphere Doomer,Galboros,Kibble Blade,Dark Matter Swordsman.

Super Mario/Paper Mario: Bowser,Dry Bowser,Dark Bowser,Midbus,Dry Bones,King Bob-Omb,Chill Bully, King Boo(Luigi's Mansion),Meowser,Black Paint Bowser,Doppliss,Sir Grodus,Mimi,Count Bleck,Rookie & Popple,Bonechill,Boshi,Dino Piranha,Gobblegut,Megaleg,Ruined Dragon,Chain Chomp,Bouldergeist,Prince Bully,Hisstocrat,Polluted Piranha,Petey Piranha.

Metroid:Ridley, Mecha Ridley

Star Fox: Wolf O'Donnell,Falco Lombardi.

Fnaf: Withered Bonnie,Golden Freddy, Montgomery Gator,Nightmare Foxy, Nightmare Chica,Jack-o Chica,Jack-o Bonnie, Twisted Wolf,Ignited Bonnie,Ignited Foxy,Creation,Lefty,Ennard,Molten Freddy,Springtrap,Phantom Freddy,Phantom Foxy,Moondrop/Sundrop,Shadow Freddy.

Undertale/Deltarune:Sans, Frisk,Kris,Chara,Berdly,Burgerpants,Greater dog,Lesser dog,Doggo,Snowdrake,Endogeny,Undyne,Asgore Dreemurr,Grillby,Omega Flowey,Asriel Dreemurr,Chaos King,Jevil,Ralsei,Susie,W.D.Gaster.

Madness Combact: Hank.J.Wimbleton,Tricky,The Auditor,ATP Engineer,Mag Agent V2.

Undertale AUs:Error!Sans,Ganz!Sans,Fatal Error!Sans,Abyss!Sans,Underswap Sans,Underswap Papyrus,Underfell Sans, Underfell Papyrus,Nightmare!Sans,Dream!Sans,Outertale Sans,GenocideSwap!Sans,Aftertale!Sans,X Sans(Cross),X Gaster,X Chara,Quantumtale!Sans,Underfell Asgore,Hardtale Asgore,Hardtale Sans,Color!Sans, X Alphys,Storyshift Chara,Storyshift Asriel,Core!Frisk,Altertale Sans,Altertale Flowey,Storyshift Sans,Bird!Sans.

Tf2:Pyro,Merasmus,Soldier,Medic.

Tekken:Alex,Ancient Ogre,King, Armor King,Gigas, Yoshimitsu,Kuma.

Demon Slayer:Inosuke Hashibira,Tanjiro Kamado,Rengoku Kyojuro,,Obanai Iguro,Shinobu Kocho,Nezuko Kamado,Sabito.

Minecraft:Creeper,Enderman,Ender Dragon,Warden,Iron Golem,Ravager,Wither,Skeleton,Wither Skeleton,Stray.

Fnf:Hex,Whitty,Agoti,Tabi (i only like these, the game itself has a lot of explicit shit.. the fandom is even worse bruh)

Fairy tail:Natsu Dragneel,Lucy Heartfilia,Erza Scarlet,Happy,Gajeel Redfox,Panther Lily,Juvia Lockser,Mystogan,Lector,Erik,Capricorn,Guttman Kubrick,Simon,Kama,Irene Belserion,Igneel,Acnologia,Skiadrum ,Atlas Flame,Animus,Selene,Ignia,Deliora, Salberay,Bloodman,Skullion Raider,Tauros,Pyxis,

Black Clover:Asta,Mereoleona Vermillion,Salamander,Yami Sukehiro,Zora Ideale,Luck Voltia,Vetto,Liebe,

Ninjago:Pythor.P.Chumsworth,Zane,

Skales,Skalidor,Fangtom,Acidicus,

Clancee,Lord Garmadonn,Mr.E,The Crystal king, The Overlord,Vengestone Warriors,Boreal,The Great Devourer.

Lego Chima:Cragger,Crug,Eris,Foltrax, Rawzom,Scorn,Sir Fangar,Sykor,Vardy,VoomVoom.

Steven Universe:Steven,Lion,Garnet,Amethyst Alexandrite,Obsidian,The Cluster,Biggs[Corrupted],Cookie Cat,Peridot,Dogcopter,Jasper,Lapis Lazuli,Malachite,Centipeetle,Steven[Corrupted],Spinel.

Star Wars:Darth Vader,Stormtrooper, Captain Phasma,Death Trooper, Range Trooper,Kylo Ren,Boba Fett, General Grievous.

Mlp:Spike,Ember,Thorax,Gallus,

Smolder,Changeling(Original),Queen Chrysalis,King Sombra,Lord Tirek,Grogar,Discord,Iron Will, Shadow Pony,Timberwolves,

Miracolous:Dragonbug,Fang,Kagami Tsurugi/Ryuko,Longg,Mei Shi, Chat Noir,Chat Blanc,Viperion,Caprikid,Plagg,

Multimouse,Sass,Hawkmoth (his other costumes look like absolute crap),Mayura,Frightningale,Queen Wasp,Weredad,Silencer,Princess Justice,YanLuoShi,Truth,Qilin, Strike Back.

Marvel/DC: Venom,Carnage,Ghost Rider, Killer Croc, Lizard, Cat Woman, Dex-Starr, Krypto, Streaky, Ace, Larfleeze,Raven,Killer Moth, Slade Wilson, Trigon.

TMNT 2012:The Shredder, Splinter, Donatello,Donbot, Triceratons, Bebop & Rocksteady, Rahzar,Fishface, Leatherhead,Tokka, Slash, Mondo Gecko, April O'Neil,Kraang.

Pokémon:Feraligatr,Rayquaza,Aggron,

Mega Charizard X,Kyrem,Zekrom,Zygarde(100 and 60%),

Yveltal,Chandelure,Krookodile,

Haunter,Garchomp,Guzzlorr,Fuecoco,

Zamazenta,(Shiny)Tyrantrum,Magnezone,Houndoom,Arbok,Venonat,Articuno,Ho-oh,Onix, Chatot,Salamence,Regice,Druddigon, Silvally,Type: Null.

Noragami: Bishamonten, Yato, Yukine, Iki Hyori

Fire Force:Benimaru Shinmon, Joker, Maki Oze, Shinra Kusakabe,Takehisa Hinawa,Tamaki Kotatsu.

Edens Zero:Shiki Granbell, Elsie Crimson,Happy, Hermit Mio,Rebecca Bluegarden, Seth Anderson, Sister Ivry, Ziggy, Witch Regret.

Assassination Classroom: korosensei, Nagisa Shiota, Karma Akabane, Kayano Kaede, Itona

Mha: Principal Nezu,Thirteen,Hound dog, Ectoplasm,Power Loader, Tsuyu Asui, Mina Ashido,Ochaco Uraraka, Eijirou Kirishima,Koji Koda, Kyoka Jiro, Fumikage Tokoyami, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya,Itsuka Kendo, Jurota Shishida, Manga Fukidashi, Juzo Honenuki, Kojiro Bondo, Tamaki Amajiki, Nagamasa Mora, Tamashiro, Wash, Ryukyu, Gang Orca, Shishido, Fat Gum, Centipeder, Backdraft, Gunhead, Selkie, Elecplant, Godzillo,Takahiro, Death Arms, Gyges, Daigoro, Chimera, Leviathan, Kurogiri, U.s.j Nomu, Chomper, Twice, Spinner, Geten, Shin Nemoto, Kendo Rappa, Rikiya Katsukame

Hunter x Hunter: Kanzai,Kurapika, Leorio, Gon Freecss, Killua Zoldyck, Biscuit Krueger, Tsezguerra, Kite, Kiriko, Monta Yuras, Alluka Zoldyck, Gotoh, Mike, Gido, Shalnak, Nobunaga Hazama, Phinks Magcub, Blobster, Meruem, Neferpitou, Menthuthuyoupi, Welfin, Peggy, Leol, Ikalgo,

Dorohedoro: Kaiman, Shin, Aikawa, 13, Chidaruma, Jonson, Tanba

TOH: The Collector, Hunter, King Clawthorne, Eda Clawthorne, Luz Noceda, Belos/Philip, Papa Titan, Willow, Kikimora,

Adventure Time: Finn, Jake, The lich king, Gunter, Me-mow, Fern, Golb, Ice King, Cosmic Owl, Death, New Death,

(I might add more characters in the future)

Favorite Dinosaurs: Suchomimus Tenerensis,Spinosaurus Aegyptiacus, yutyrannus,Torvosaurus,Allosaurus Fragilis,Siats Meekerorum,Ichthyovenator Laosensis, Irritator Challengeri,Pyroraptor, Sinosauropteryx,Carnotaurus Sastrei, Baryonyx Walkeri,Dilophosaurus Wetherilli.

Non-Dinosaurus:Kaprosuchus, Sarcosuchus.

#Whitelist #long post

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ao3feed-undertale1 · 1 month

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Hey Don't'cha Think It's Getting Kind Of Bonely Here?

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54618232 by kogaraka You've heard of Alternate Universe before. The theory is nothing new to you since your best friend was a scientist in the past. One night, Alphys called in saying that the machine in her lab was malfunctioning. You didn't know that you were going to be teleported off to another universe. And a boring one at that. Words: 1538, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, Gen, M/M, F/M, Other Characters: Reader, Sans (Undertale), Alphys (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Undyne (Undertale), Mettaton (Undertale), Asgore Dreemurr, Toriel (Undertale), Doggo (Undertale), Annoying Dog (Undertale), Dogaressa (Undertale), Dogamy (Undertale), Greater Dog (Undertale), Lesser Dog (Undertale), Flowey (Undertale), Snowdin Shopkeeper (Undertale) Relationships: Sans (Undertale) & Reader, Papyrus (Undertale) & Reader, Papyrus & Sans (Undertale), Alphys (Undertale) & Reader, Undyne (Undertale) & Reader, Alphys & Sans (Undertale), Alphys/Undyne (Undertale), Asgore Dreemurr & Reader, Toriel (Undertale) & Reader, Grillby (Undertale) & Reader, Grillby & Sans (Undertale) Additional Tags: Smoking, Panic Attacks, References to Depression, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Bad Parenting, Blood and Injury, Drinking to Cope, Nightmares, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Intimidation, Swearing, Bad Puns, Hurt/Comfort, Sleepy Cuddles, Couch Cuddles, Platonic Cuddling, Alternate Universe - Underfell (Undertale), Reader Is Not Frisk (Undertale), Reader Is Not Chara (Undertale), Sans is Not Okay (Undertale), Sans is Having a Bad Time (Undertale), Sans (Undertale) Remembers Resets, Sans Remembers W.D. Gaster (Undertale), Reader Remembers Resets (Undertale), Friends Reader and Sans (Undertale), Minor Sans (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus and Sans and W.D. Gaster are Siblings, Papyrus (Undertale) Knows More Than He Lets On, Younger Brother Papyrus (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale) Remembers Resets, Protective Papyrus (Undertale), Worried Papyrus (Undertale), Big Brother W. D. Gaster, Good W. D. Gaster, Scientist W. D. Gaster read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54618232

#ao3feed #ao3undertalefeed #fanfic #undertale #undertale-fanfic

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fantasy-fields-bitty-center · 6 months

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Normal bitty: UnderFell Nice cream guy

UnderFell Nice cream guy bitty

Name: Sorbet

Size: 10 - 12 inches tall(mini), 3'2 - 4'2 feet tall(fullsize)

Personality: Sassy, mischievous, cheerful,

Likes: Likes: Ice cream, making ice cream, helping, making friends, coming up with compliments, coming up with quotes, making others smile,

Dislikes: Others being sad, spicy foods, peppers,

Compatibility: These bitties find it funny to tease, make fun of, and annoy others! They may even harm others(though never seriously, oddly enough) for a good laugh! meaning they get along well with Killer types,

The always listen to their owners, Asgore types, and Toriel types, as well as Asriel and Chara types, typically by association, they also often listen to guard types(Like undyne, greater dog, etc) and Fell Papyrus types(and SwapFell/FellSwap Sans types, or any other type that is apart of the royal guard!)

These bitties are often described as 'lil bastards' and tend to act just like that! think Popee the preformer or Jax from the amazing digital circus(funnily enough, they're both rabbits(well, Popee wears a onsie with rabbit ears, but you get the point!))

They do extremely well with children or child like bitties, as well as Burger pants bitties, able to help lift their spirits when needed! Even if they like to play pranks a lot,

They need proper fur care! Their fur needs to be brushed regularly, how often depends on how long your Sorbets fur is and the time of year!

Their ice creams and sorbets and other frozen treats will always be safe to eat! Though this doesnt mean they wont make an extra sour lemon bar or two for some fun!

Despite their love of mischief they hate when others are sad! It's thought that they are the way they are due to being a Fell type, seeing as to Fell types they are seen as super nice, and they always get along with them while their nicer varients tend to get picked on a lot, though that makes since seeing as that is seen as nice for a Fell type typically,

Feeding habits: Sorbets are primarily vegetarian, they aren’t much of a fan of meat! But are good types for vegan or vegetarian owners!

Additional info: They like to write when not making ice cream so grab them plenty of supplies and inspiration!

Zone: Inside,

In Universe: These bitties are known to be your little desert makers! They love making ice cream or popsicles for their owners and housemates!

Difficulty: Beginner - Basic

#bittybones #adoptable #bitty info #bitty bio #normal bitty #normal bitty info #Sorbet normal bitty #beginner #basic

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kitsunewolf95 · 4 years

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The Smell of Dust In The Wind

Chapter 3 - Pages 7-9

WARNING. The following comic contains dark themes; strong language, self-harm, mental and physical abuse, hints and mentions of non-con/rape. There will also be mild honeymustard involved.

OHHHH BOY I’M FINALLY BACK (kinda-)

It's been way too long, my lord... My last course was incredibly time consuming and it left me drained beyond belief BUT it's finally over! A new course starts tomorrow, and hopefully this one won't be as stressful, at least not in the beginning.

Thank you all so, so much for your patience! I'm hoping to get back to posting updates semi-regularly now, I’ll try to finish around one page every week ^^

<< Start from the beginning

<< Start over chapter 2

<< Last part - Next part >>

#underfell #underswap #fell #swap #Underfell Papyrus #underfell grillby #underfell sans #underfell doggo #underfell dogaressa #underfell greater dog #tsoditw #kitdraws

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stage-one-happiness-froth · 4 years

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decided to do this really fun thing where i sketch a bunch of really nice undertale fan art for this blog on one page!! this came out instead tho

#undertale #fanart #undertale fanart #art #sketches #sketch #digital sketch #digital art #having to stare at those sansi as i type my tags really puts my sins into perspective #alphys #sans #gaster #w d gaster #greater dog #memes #underfell #doodles #frothdoodle

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theskeletongames · 9 months

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How to Greet a New Pal 11

(Part 11)

First

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10-1

Part 10-2

Part 12

The warden of the warden is calling...

DO NOT POST THIS INSTAGRAM, OR ANYWHERE ELSE! YOU DO NOT EVER HAVE PERMISSION!

Dubbing must ask permission, specifically if you monetize. Give this a like if you enjoyed it, and feel free to comment on what you think might happen next. That would really help me out!

#undertale #underfell #sans #grillby #undertale au #dogaressa #how to greet a new pal #ut sans #uf sans #uf grillby #uf dogaressa #uf doggo #uf greater dog #uf lesser dog #uf dogamy #comics #poetaxart

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darkpi-evan · 6 years

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@somebodybutnobodywho

Q: But Darkpi, how about Red Swapped (Rude Dummy) she is Real AU, not mad dummy AU Yellow Hood

A: Ohhh, For that one We assume she just not liked anyone include The Doggos (you know, She must act like Mad Dummy Role) so I hardly count she can likes a dog....

#Darkpecockevan #UnderfellRed #UnderswapRed #MadDummySwapped #Yellow #Rose #Underfell #Underswap #Lesser Dog #Greater Dog

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dragonasheswrites-blog · 6 years

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The Heaven We Didn’t Choose, Chapter 19: In Which Piracy is Encouraged

...But no one seems to mind.

First: Chapter 1: In Which a Child Makes a Friend

Previous: Chapter 18: In Which Sans Has a Heart

Next: Chapter 20: The Trouble With Paperwork

Click here for the story overview.

Sans came back to reality feeling disoriented and he automatically tensed. Pain was what woke him, and for a long moment that was all he could focus on. Taking a few deep breaths to calm down, he took stock of what was making his bones scream at him.

His injured arm felt like it had been shattered, which sent a pulse of fear through his soul. A quick glance down confirmed that it was still only fractured, but the sight of the injuries seemed to only increase the pain. He hissed, trying to find some way to release the tension that wouldn’t bring Boss to his door.

It helped - a little - and he fought to focus on something else instead. Why was he injured? Why was he so sore? Slowly, memories of the fight trickled back. The kids, the cops, Undyne. The damn dogs that ran off without a second thought. The alleyway…

The cat was mewling softly when he rolled over to examine it, looking a bit more wobbly than it had earlier. Abruptly, he realized that neither he nor the cat had eaten dinner. From its size, the cat was probably pretty young; babies needed to eat regularly, if he remembered correctly.

He pulled himself upright with a grunt and slipped his jacket on. It was still damp, and smelled awful, but it was a layer of protection.

The clock in the kitchen confirmed that he’d only been asleep for about two hours. He was feeling it in every bone of his body. He felt heavy and light at the same time, and he wondered idly what would happen if he just collapsed. Would he float, caught between the two odd sensations? Probably not, his logical mind concluded. He’d just tip over like an idiot and jostle his already-aching bones.

There was still some canned food in the cupboard, and Sans scanned the labels. Cats were carnivores, right? He thought back to the few times he’d encountered Mettaton’s torture assistant, a cynical and depressed cat monster. A hazy memory of the guy removing the bun and pickles from a burger tickled the back of his skull. It was unusual that any monster would turn his nose up at food, so the incident had stuck with him.

Hopefully surface cats acted on the same principle. There was a can of shredded chicken in the back of the cupboard; he grabbed it and, after a bit of quiet shuffling through the shelves, an old clamshell takeout container that Boss had insisted on washing. He filled one half with water, then carefully made his way back to his room.

The cat was extremely grateful for the water, which Sans found surprising considering it had nearly drowned just a few hours before. He let it do...whatever it was doing with its tongue (flicking water into its mouth? It looked inefficient) while he wrangled the canned chicken open one-handed.

Thankfully, the chicken didn’t have any weird flavorings. He was fairly certain that it wasn’t the healthiest thing to feed a cat anyways, but it was that or starve. He carefully dished out some smaller pieces onto the empty half of the container and set it beside the water.

Almost immediately, the food was gone. Sans reluctantly took a few more lumps and plopped them onto the lid.

“That’s all ya get,” he grumbled. “I’ve gotta eat too.”

The cat responded with a plaintive meow, indicating its displeasure at being cut off.

“What? I don’t even know how you’re eating all that. You actually have a real stomach, doncha? Isn’t it full by now?”

Another meow.

“Shhh. If ya wake up Boss, we’re both out on our asses. You feel me?”

He finished up his portion of the chicken quickly, not really tasting it. His arm was starting to heal as his body converted the food into magic, but it was a slow process. He considered asking if Tori had some time to look at it; he hadn’t properly talked to her in months, since before he’d started watching Att...her. The last time he came close to visiting was when he dropped off Frisk’s Christmas gift, and he’d just left that on her front porch. Who knew what she thought of that.

On second thought, he could probably power through it.

“‘Kay, then. I’m gonna head back to bed for a few hours. You good in the box?”

The cat blinked at him.

“...I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

He rolled over carefully, taking the pressure off his injured side, and tried to sleep.

“SANS”

“Whazzit?” Had he slept at all?

“WAKE UP THIS INSTANT AND TURN YOUR ALARM OFF! ALSO, DO NOT THINK I HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT LAST NIGHT! BE PREPARED FOR PUNISHMENT WHEN YOU RETURN THIS EVENING!”

Loud footsteps echoed down the hallway, and Sans’s soul sank. There went his plan of avoiding Boss.

He sat up carefully and turned his alarm off. He’d gotten so used to waking up at a certain time that he’d been getting up before his alarm even went off lately, which was useful but flat out annoying. Apparently the night before was enough to throw his sleep schedule off.

A soft cry from the corner of the room brought his attention back to the cat. Sure enough, it had made some kind of icky sticky mess on his shirts; just as well that they’d be tossed in the wash.

“Ya good in there, bud?”

The cries paused for a moment, then resumed.

“I, uh, don’t speak cat. ‘M not sure what ya want. Are ya hungry? Thristy? Throw me a bone here. Heh.”

The cat didn’t speak any language Sans knew, but it apparently recognized when his attention was on it. Its noises changed in pitch and frequency to the point where Sans half-expected Boss to come storming up the stairs to investigate the racket.

“Okay, okay. Shhh. Shhhhhhh.” He picked it up and ran his phalanges over the impossibly soft fur. This calmed the creature a little, enough that its noises weren’t quite so high-pitched and distressed.

“I tell ya what. If you can keep quiet 'til I get out the front door, we can raid the hot dog stand supplies for breakfast. How’s that sound?”

The cat made a few little mruph sounds that he took as agreement.

Boss had already headed out for the day by the time Sans made his way downstairs, which was helpful. He had to set the cat down to pull his shoes on, which prompted more crying, but it stopped when he settled it back into his jacket. He decided to leave the zipper alone; the little critter didn't like being restrained. The way it was sitting didn’t exactly look comfy to him, but the cat was purring again. It felt strangely nice against his bones.

The walk to the hot dog stand was worse than usual. The cold rain had turned to snow sometime in the night, and his usual path along the side of the road was obscured by a light dusting of white. He could feel the ache in his bones from the fight the night before with every step, and halfway there the cat decided it liked the cold even less than it liked being confined and had retreated further into the jacket.

It was a relief when his stand was set up and he could finally settle his bones onto his stool. The cat, interested by the fun smells, popped its head out to explore.

CLANK CLANG KA-CLANK CLANG CLANG

...And immediately retreated as far back inside his jacket as it could manage. Sans peered in the direction of the noise, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Heya, GD! Want some breakfast?”

Greater Dog bounded up, slobber flying everywhere as he panted excitedly. *YESYESYES,* he barked. *WANT WARM PUP TREAT FOR BREAKFAST PLEASE.*

“One hot dog for a cool dog, comin’ right up.” He dressed the ‘dog up the way he knew GD liked it: a few generous slices of cheese, some bacon crumbles, and a bit of steamed mustard greens. (He’d been testing new ‘healthy’ toppings a year or so back, and while most of them were total flops the dogs really liked the mustard greens. Since they couldn’t eat most of what he served, he kept it on the menu.) “There ya go, big guy. Bone appetite!”

Greater Dog barked a laugh and took the ‘dog with one large prosthetic hand. *THANKS, FAVORITE BONE BUDDY. LOOKS GOOD. GOOD FOOD. GOOD GOOD GOOD.*

“Glad it suits you. Hey, don’t forget to pay again, yeah? I’d give you all the ‘dogs you want for free, but I get in trouble when I don’t come home with cash.”

The dog whined an apology, then disappeared into his suit. A moment later, he re-emerged and spat a few gold coins onto the counter.

“Thanks, buddy.”

*BONE BUDDY HAPPY? GREATER DOG HAS BEEN GOOD BOY??*

Sans sighed. “Yeah, you’ve been a good boy. C’mere, big guy.”

Greater dog leaned forward, his metallic suit half-splayed across the counter of the hot dog stand. The wood creaked under his weight, and he adjusted so he wasn’t in danger of collapsing the poor booth.

“Yer a good boy, GD. A real good boy.” Skeletal fingers scratched behind the dog’s ears, past the scruff of his neck, and around the sides to that spot up under his chin where he could never seem to reach properly.

Finally, after a small eternity of petting, Greater Dog sat up. *PATROL, NOW,* he barked, ears drooping. *NO TIME FOR MORE PETS. SAD.*

“Hey, you’re filling in for Dogamy on patrol tonight, right?”

*YES. DOGAMY HOME WITH PUPS. PUPS GOOD. PUPS NEED PROTECTION.*

“Cool. I’ll see you then, ‘kay? I’ll be at my usual station.”

Greater Dog whined. *WILL MISS BONE BUDDY.*

“I’ll miss you too, GD.”

The dog licked the hand that had been petting him, then tensed. *WHAT? CAT? BONE FRIEND HAVE CAT?*

“Uh...yeah?”

*CAT GOOD! CAT FRIENDS FUN! CAN CHASE!* He leaned in closer.

The cat tucked inside Sans’s jacked hissed and made another rather poor escape attempt, thwarted by the fact that it didn’t quite know its way around. Sans huffed at the unusual feeling of something furry clinging to his spine with tiny claws. “Not this one. I found it last night. It’s just a baby, and I’m trying to figure out what to do with it. It’s, uh…” he looked up at Greater Dog. The dog’s eyes were bright with excitement, every muscle in his fluffy body tensed with the thrill of the hunt. None of this was getting through. “It’s...shy?”

*SHY NOT FUN,* he huffed. *IS SECRET?*

“...Yeah. Please don’t tell B...uh, Papyrus.”

*WILL KEEP BONE FRIEND’S SECRET.* He whined. *WILL MISS BONE FRIEND. WILL SEE BONE FRIEND SOON.* He barked a quick *HELLO, GOOD BYE, PATROL NOW* at something behind him and bounded off, enthusiasm barely waned. Which was odd; GD didn’t like many people, but Sans couldn’t be bothered to care.

He was about to put his head back down for a much-needed nap when his eye sockets caught the person who’d been standing behind Greater Dog. Someone he didn’t think he’d see again in...well, ever. “...Uh…”

“Hi, Mr. Sans!” Attie called, waving enthusiastically. “I was going to come get a breakfast hot dog and tell you hello, but I didn’t want to interrupt Mr. Greater Dog’s petting. He really likes petting, right?”

“Y-yeah, he sure does.”

“I know. He sometimes lets me pet him outside his armor, but only when he’s security for me and Mommy. If he has other jobs, he doesn’t let me.” She pouted a little.

“Hey, uh, where’s yer mom? Isn’t someone supposed to be watching you now?” That was the rumor, anyways. If Frisk had gotten sick again...

“Mmm-hmm. She’s coming in a minute. She’s prob’ly talking to somebody.”

Some part of Sans was screaming that he was being creepy, but he couldn’t stop looking at her. He hadn’t seen her in...gosh, over a month. 44 days, to be exact. It had been two weeks and five days since Frisk followed him home, and it had been three weeks and five days between that incident and Boss slipping Attie out in the middle of the night.

There was a strange sensation in his throat, a tightness he wasn’t used to. It didn’t feel like strangulation - like when Boss lifted him by his collar - but more like there was something stuck there, in his vertebrae. It was uncomfortable. The sensation distracted him from the prickling in the corners of his eye sockets that he was far too familiar with; he blinked rapidly to avoid embarrassing himself.

“Are you okay, Mr. Sans?”

“Y-yeah. ‘M fine.”

She bounced on her toes, making her shoes light up. Those were the ones she’d told him about on one of the first days he’d watched her, he realized. They did indeed have pink flowers on them, with little lights that flashed from their centers. He wondered if that was a human invention or if she’d somehow charmed the mad Royal Scientist into making her customized shoes. He thought about anything he could to distract himself from the fact that he’d remembered something, something small from almost two months ago, and that meant his mind wasn’t falling to pieces just yet.

Attie was dressed in a puffy white jacket with faux fur lining the hood. On her hands were mittens, knitted in a pattern he recognized; Tori must have been busy since he last saw her. The edges of her sleeves were stained in browns, greens, and reds.

She looked just like any other little girl. Nothing about her appearance indicated that she was the daughter of the Ambassador of Monsters, that she had any security presence at all.

He felt it, though. The glow of Frisk’s protective wards - much stronger now that she was recovered - was apparent in every bounce of her daughter’s feet. There were few weapons wielded by humans or monsters that could touch someone with that much protection, and anyone stupid enough to try would be in for more than one nasty surprise.

“I don’t think you’re okay,” Attie said. “You just keep looking at me funny and you haven’t even said ‘hello’ or ‘how are you.’ Are you gonna be a asshole again?”

“Not tryin’ to be. So, uh, hello, Attie. How are you?”

“I’m doing real good! Um, really well, I mean. How are you, Mr. Sans?”

“I’m, uh, okay.”

“Undie said you were in a big fight last night. Is that true?”

“Yeah…? I didn’t know she’d talk to you about that…?”

“She didn’t. She told my mommy when she stopped in for a quick meeting while she thought I was getting dressed. Mommy said we could come have breakfast hot dogs and make sure you’re okay, just in case.”

“Uh...cool? Yeah, I’m in one piece.”

She looked expectantly up at him.

“...Oh, right, hot dogs. So, uh, what do ya want on yours?”

Attie wanted bacon, cheese, onion, ketchup, mustard, and relish. Sans handed the ‘dog to her with its toppings balanced precariously, then gave her a small stack of napkins. “Don’t wanna get your nice jacket all messy.”

“It’s okay. I can wash it.”

“I’m sure ya can, but you wanna look nice, right?”

“The lessons are finally kicking in, then?” Asked Frisk from RIGHT behind him.

“Holy shit.”

“Language.”

“Uh...” He glanced at Attie, who was giggling, then twisted on his stool to get a good look at Frisk.

...A good look was an apt way to put it. She had a long tan coat on, red buttons in two neat rows down the front. Her waist was accented by a simple brown belt that twisted into a casual knot on one hip. The hat and gloves tucked under her arm were dark brown, matching her knee-high boots, but he could see the lines of a familiar pattern on them. Tori hadn’t waited until Christmas to deliver gifts, apparently.

Slowly, hesitantly, he met her eyes. She looked a lot better than he remembered, even from the last time he saw her in person. Maybe it was the light - even the dull, filtered light of the winter sun through the clouds did her more justice than the harsh yellow bulb that lit the dining room in his apartment - but she looked more than ready to take on the world.

It was a far cry from the helpless mess she’d been when he found her, so many weeks before. And she was completely focused on him in a way that she - or, frankly, anyone else - had never been. He felt his face starting to turn pink.

Say something, his mind begged. Come up with something - anything - to keep her from thinking you’re a complete fool.

“What-” No! Not that! “-do you want on your hot dog?”

He could feel his voice squeaking a little and resisted the urge to clear a throat he didn’t have.

Frisk smiled at him anyways, and he felt his soul stutter in a way that couldn’t possibly be healthy. “I haven’t had a hot dog in ages. Surprise me.”

The challenge in her voice was both clear and terrifying.

ABORT MISSION, ABORT MISSION!

He gulped and examined his options. With phalanges that were definitely not shaking, he dipped into the small stash of fresh bakery buns he kept for his best customers, then put a few slices of cheese on it. That went into the small, warm space behind the hot dog roller. While it was warming he grabbed a paper plate and a sharp knife and started chopping a pickle spear and some of the baby tomatoes he’d picked up on a whim. He pulled the bun out once the cheese was melted and put a ‘dog inside, then added bacon crumbles, onion, and his sliced pickles and tomatoes. A drizzle of yellow mustard completed the masterpiece, and he held it out to Frisk with a flourish that (probably) disguised the slight tremor of his hands.

Attie applauded uselessly through her mittens, her own hot dog mostly gone. “That looks really yummy! Mommy, can I have a bite?”

“May I have a bite,” Frisk corrected.

“Sure, but only if I can have a bite of yours!”

She rolled her eyes and took a tentative bite of her hot dog. Sans watched her chew and swallow, feeling as if quite a bit more than customer satisfaction rode on that simple action. Finally, she nodded. “It’s really good, Sans. Thanks!”

“Yer welcome.” Relief made him slouch against his counter.

“I never would’ve thought to put fresh tomatoes on a hot dog, but it’s not bad. What was the inspiration?”

He thought, for a moment, that she was mocking him, but her face showed only sincerity. It threw him for a loop, and he stuttered for a moment before he found his bearings. “I, uh, well, I was doin’ a bit of research. Gotta keep a femur upon the competition and all. See, ketchup is pretty salty, and a lot of what I have - cheese, bacon, even the hot dogs themselves - is pretty salty too. The tomatoes give you some flavor without the extra salt and give some texture, too. Can’t really take credit for the idea, but...well. Thought I’d give it a shot.”

“It’s brilliant. You should keep it up.”

His face was definitely turning colors. Thankfully, Frisk was distracted by Attie wanting a bit of the ‘super-special hot dog’ and he had a moment to compose himself.

Naturally, that was about when his little friend decided to make its presence known once again.

Attie squealed, nearly losing her grip on her hot dog. “KITTY!”

“No way!” Frisk said looked at Sans, then down at the cat that was clawing its way up his shirt, then back at him. “You have a kitten? Since when?”

He tried to pry it off, but the claws were deceptively strong and he didn't want to break anything. “Since, uh, last night? It was caught in the rainstorm. Found it when I was walkin’ home.”

“Can I hold it?” Attie asked, tugging Sans’s sleeve harshly. Her protective wards flared-

“Gah!” Sans pulled his arm away, clutching at his fractured bone, and accidentally banged his bad arm on the edge of the counter. He froze, cursing himself. He hadn’t meant to dodge away from her like that; it was just so unnerving that someone would try to touch him (and someone with that much magic on her besides) that he hadn’t tried to simply maneuver away from her. She hadn't registered as a threat, so she'd gotten closer to him than most people normally did. He shrunk in on himself, taking his bearings, then remembered that she’d asked a question. “S-sure. Just, uh, give me a sec.”

Frisk crouched down so she was eye level with him. “Sans, are you okay? Undyne said you’d been injured last night in the confrontation with those humans on the mountain, but she didn’t know the details. She thought it wasn’t serious since you shrugged it off. Are you okay?”

Sans checked his HP before responding. He was down to a single point. When had he gotten so low? He felt his breathing pick up, fear of his own mortality overpowering his pride. “I...I...uh, I…” He couldn’t seem to force the words out.

He felt the familiar chill of someone else’s magic invading his own, just enough to get a good read on his stats, but despite his embarrassment he allowed it. More than that, he took a chance and showed his real stats; she'd been sympathetic before, hadn't she? Across from him, Frisk took a sudden breath. “Sans. You need help immediately. What are you even doing out of the house like that?”

“W-wasn’t that bad e-earlier. Had somethin’ to eat...g-gosh, early this mornin’ and brought my HP up a f-few points. I-I’ll be fine. G-gimme a sec to grab a ‘d-dog.”

“Sans, I’m going to call my mother to take a look at you.”

“No...uh, n-need...”

“Yes, there is a need. You and her get along fine, right? She has some healing magic. Just...please, let me do this. I’m worried, and Attie’s worried too.”

They had a point. A ‘dog probably wouldn’t bring his HP up far enough for him to get through his shift, and sentry duty later that night, and whatever Boss had planned. He let out his breath in a solid woosh and nodded.

Frisk stepped away and started dialing. Sans deliberately didn’t listen in on her conversation, instead focusing on carefully extracting the cat from his person. Its nose was twitching but it allowed him to maneuver it into his lap without a whole lot of fuss.

It kept turning its head towards the counter, though. It definitely knew where the food was.

“Here,” he said, gesturing to Attie. “D-didn’t ya wanna hold it?”

“Can I?” she asked in a very small voice. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Sans. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t know your arm was hurt.”

He took a deep breath, willing his stutter away. He wasn’t a babybones anymore, he reminded himself. “Eh, ‘tsokay kid. No real harm done. If you’d meant to hurt me, well. I’d be dust right now. You didn’t, though, and ‘m fine, see? Now help me with this little cat.”

He used his good hand to cup the cat as she lifted it, making sure it wasn’t actively trying to claw her. It seemed a little upset at the movement, but its protests were more vocal than physical. After a moment of Attie’s tiny fingernails scratching behind its ears it settled down and started purring again.

“Huh. It likes you.”

The girl’s smile was smug. “Of course! Everybody likes me.”

For most kids, Sans thought, that would be a laughably arrogant statement, but...everyone did seem to like Attie. She’d survived Boss. She’d charmed the dogs. She’d even melted Undyne’s heart a little, and that was a feat worthy of some kind of medal.

Frisk stepped back into his field of vision. “Mom will be by within a few minutes. She’s finishing up some paperwork that needs to be done before lunchtime. Will you be okay until then?”

“Yeah. Of course.” It wasn’t like he hadn’t existed on one HP before. Much as he’d come to regret how he got his LV, he would’ve been dust years ago without it. He shuddered at the thought.

Frisk apparently mistook that gesture and hunched back down in front of him. She looked at him for a long moment before narrowing her eyes in DETERMINATION. “Attie, you can go play. I’m going to keep an eye on Mr. Sans for a bit.”

The girl looked at her mother, then down at the cat in her arms. “But...I’m holding his baby kitty! I can’t go play!”

“Alright. But no more grabbing, alright? We’ve talked about this. It’s one thing when you do it to me or your grandma and grandpa or Undyne, but you have to be careful.”

“Okay. I said I was sorry.”

“I heard. Good girl. Now, Sans, where did you find this kitten?”

Sans explained how he’d found the cat in the alley the night before. He deliberately ignored the small smile on Frisk’s face, as if she knew something he didn’t.

(He was sure she knew a lot of things he didn’t.)

Thankfully, her only remark was, “Are you even allowed to have pets in your apartment?”

“Eh, yer mom lets some of the dogs stay downstairs. Why wouldn’t a cat be okay?”

“Uh-huh. And how did Greater Dog react to your little friend there when we were walking up?”

“Heh, point taken.”

They both watched Attie play with the cat for a few minutes. When it's meows became too insistent, she handed it to her mother. “I don’t know what’s wrong,” she pouted. “I thought it liked me.”

Frisk turned the critter over with deft hands, poking it gently along its stomach. “He’s probably hungry. Sans, has he eaten anything since that chicken you gave him last night?”

“Nah. I was gonna give it - uh, him - something from the stand, but I didn’t get the chance. Think he’ll eat a ‘dog?”

“It’s worth a shot. Here - I’ll pay for it.”

“What? No-”

“Please. It’s the least I can do.” She handed him enough to cover three hot dogs with the fixings. He handed her back the change, but Attie scooped it up instead.

“Can I put the change in the tip jar?” she asked.

Frisk patted her on the cheek. “Go ahead. Don’t break anything.”

“Yay!”

Sans chopped up a ‘dog into tiny pieces and scooped it into a paper plate for Frisk, who tried to coax the starving cat to eat something. He made another for himself and choked it down against the rolling feeling of nausea.

“Did you set that up?” Frisk asked, gesturing to his tip jar.

“Uh, yeah. The old coin funnel on top is something I found years ago in the dump. Can’t remember why I bothered carting it home in the first place, but it’s come in handy now that we’re on the surface. I, uh, had to fix it up a little to get it to accept g as well as human coins, 'n it doesn't work quite right all the time, but the kids like it.”

They watched Attie drop a pair pennies into a slot at the top of the funnel, the coins passing each other several times before dropping into the clear jar below.

“It’s hard to believe that monsters are able to enjoy things like this now,” Frisk said. “I remember back in the Underground how, um, tense everyone was. They’re a lot more...whimsical, I guess, now.”

“Yeah, well, fighting for space and food kinda takes the fun outta ya. We didn’t really have time for things like this - not in public, anyways. Heck, I didn’t dare leave a tip jar out back then; someone would’ve come by and stolen it. Now look at me. Some days I make more in tips than I do selling ‘dogs.”

She hummed in agreement. Attie sent a few more coins down the chute, watching them intently. After a moment, she turned to Sans. “Why to they go around and around and around like that instead of dropping straight into the jar?”

“It has to do with gravity, angles, and the shape of the funnel.”

She held out a coin. “Can you show me?”

Frisk frowned and raised a hand to stop her daughter. “Attie, don’t bother-”

“Eh, it’s fine,” he said. “Kid’s not hurting anything, and I’ll still be right here if someone wants to buy ‘dogs.” He pushed himself up. “Uh, feel free to take a seat if you want. There’s just the one stool and it might be...a bit short for ya, but…” he gestured awkwardly and turned away.

Attie was a brilliant audience, holding onto every word as he explained the ins and outs of accelerated gravitational motion and centrifugal force. He was pretty sure most of it flew straight over the seven-year-old’s head, but she didn’t interrupt.

“...Sans?”

He looked up to see someone approaching from the direction of the park. “Oh. Hi, Tori. Thanks for, uh...y’know.” He shrugged.

“It’s no trouble. I heard that you were in a fight last night, but not that there were complications. What seems to be the trouble?”

Frisk sent Attie off to play on the slides (one of the few areas of the playground without a coat of snow) while Sans reluctantly explained his situation. Tori stood quietly through it all, her eyes occasionally flicking to her adopted daughter.

“I do not approve of healing every small hurt, but I also do not want to send a sentry out injured after what happened last night. Hold out your arm, please.”

Sans did so, bracing himself. Healing was an agonizing process at the best of times, and Tori was at least a little bit irritated with him. He could feel the bone shards grating against each other as the fractures knit. He hadn’t registered it through the general haze of pain, but there were even cracks in the small bones that comprised his wrist. Tori’s firm grip on the damaged bones made his vision waver, and he grabbed the counter of the hot dog stand to keep from embarrassing himself.

After what seemed like hours, the pain ebbed and he came to his senses. He didn’t realize until he extracted his hand from Tori’s that he was shaking from pain and exhaustion; the accelerated healing process was draining his reserves faster than the ‘dog he’d eaten earlier could replenish them.

“Frisk, let him sit,” Tori said, shooing her daughter off the stool.

With great effort, Sans managed to maneuver himself around the back of the hot dog stand and collapsed onto his stool. He could feel the strain on his spine and hips from the position, but at least he was less likely to tip over in front of his…

...friends?

He decided not to think too much about it.

“If that is all, I shall be off,” Tori said to Frisk. “Do you need me to watch Atlas this weekend?”

“That would be great, Mom. We can talk it over this afternoon at the Embassy.”

“Very well. I shall see you then.”

Tori walked off without saying goodbye to Sans, and he winced. It was only half because of the little twinges of pain that kept shooting down his spine. Shifting didn’t help much, either.

“I thought you and Mom got along?” Frisk asked, looking concerned again.

“We do. It’s just - ugh! - I haven’t seen her in a few months.” In hindsight, he probably should have at least called.

“Well, I hope you get back on speaking terms.”

“No kidding. Don’t want her to bleat me up.”

Frisk snorted. “That was terrible.”

“I notice your lack of surprise.”

She just smiled. “Oh, hey, your kitten’s back asleep. Want him back?”

“Nah, I think he’s comfy.” Both Frisk and the cat looked comfy, actually. Realization dawned slowly on him. (He blamed it on the lack of sleep.)

“Hey, uh, do you know anyone who wants a cat?”

“You’re not going to try to keep him?”

“Nah. You were right ‘bout the dogs. And, well, I don’t think Boss is gonna really go for ‘cute and fuzzy.’ He might, but it's 50/50.”

Frisk looked at him, then back to the cat, then back to him. “Attie...has been bugging me about getting a pet for a while, actually. She wanted a dog but, well, I’m sure you can see how that might get a tad awkward.”

“No kiddin’.”

“We also spend a lot of time at the Embassy, and when I travel Attie spends time with her grandparents. A cat on the other hand...well, you don’t have to walk them, for one. If you’d be willing to stop in every once in a while to feed him while I’m on trips, I don’t see why we couldn’t keep him. If you’re sure…”

“Yeah, that’d be great!” Attie had turned out... mostly alright, after all, short bouts of chaos and terror aside. A cat raised by Frisk would probably wind up ruling the world (or at least the neighborhood), but Sans could think of worse things.

“Okay. Um, do you want to keep him with you for a bit, or…”

“I, uh, don’t even have food for ‘im. I made a little bed out of old shirts, but that’s it. If you don’t mind takin’ ‘im now, go for it.”

She looked at the little cat, stroking gently behind his ears and smiling. His eyes were closed, and Sans could hear the faint rumbling of that purring thing cats did when they were happy. He grinned.

“I’d say he’s in good hands.”

“...Yes. Hopefully. We’ll see.” That smile got just a bit wider, though.

Attie stomped up a little while later, shivering. “It’s too cold to play much,” she said. “And one of the big kids kept trying to get me to stick my tongue to the monkey bars.”

It took Sans a moment to register why this was even a thing humans would want to do. That’s right; humans had drippy ‘saliva’ stuff inside their mouths. Putting her tongue on the unprotected metal of the monkey bars would have probably caused it to freeze and stick. “You tell that kid off?”

“Yeah. I told him that if he wanted to do science so bad then he should try it first, because a good scientist doesn’t use other people as test subjects.”

“Ooookay. I mean, you’re not wrong, but did he do it?”

“No. I guess he didn’t believe in his hyp...hypoth’s.”

“Hypothesis?”

“Yup!”

Frisk chuckled. “Fair enough. Now Attie, I have an important question for you.”

“Okay?”

“Mr. Sans lives in a building with some of the dogs.”

“I know. I heard them when I was having the long sleepover while you were sick.”

“...Right. Well, dogs and cats don’t always get along, so Mr. Sans said he’d let us take the kitty home with us. Would that be alright?”

Attie gasped and turned to Sans. “Do you really, really mean it? We can keep your kitty?”

“Sure, kid.”

“Thank you, Mr. Sans! Thank you a whole, whole, whole bunch!” She shuffled over and gave him a very soft, very careful hug.

He patted her on the back, feeling awkward under Frisk’s observation. “Uh, no problem. I’m sure he’s gonna be happy with you.”

“Does he have a name?”

“Nah. I guess you ‘n your mom get to name ‘im.”

At Frisk’s nod, Attie began petting the kitten, her brows furrowed. “You said you found him in water, right, Mr. Sans?”

“Yup.”

“And he’s got a bad eye, like Undie.”

“Sure does.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to name him...Terror Of the Seven Seas!!! Because he’s a pirate cat.”

Frisk snorted. “That’s a long name, honey. Want to come up with something shorter?”

“Nope! But he can have a nickname if you really want him to.”

“Terror Of the Seven Seas it is, then.”

“Guess you could call ‘im ‘TOSS,’” Sans piped up. “Short for Terror Of the Seven Seas. Pirate extraordinaire.”

The little girl hummed. “That sounds okay. He can be called TOSS for a nickname.”

Frisk was snickering behind her hand, he knew it.

Suddenly, a loud ringing noise interrupted the peaceful morning. Frisk dug through her pockets for a moment, then produced a familiar-looking phone. “Oh...Sans, I’m so sorry, but we’ve got to run.”

“Okay.” It was expected, he told himself. Frisk was an ambassador and a busy woman.

“Can we bring Terror of the Seven Seas with us to the embassy?” Attie asked.

Her mother glanced down nervously. “Well...just this once, I guess.”

She cheered. “See ya later, Mr. Sans!”

“See ya, kid,” he replied.

And then they were gone, and his morning seemed all too quiet.

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smallpersiankitten · 6 years

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Our journey in Underfell is almost coming to an end.

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odderancyart · 7 years

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The Cherry Chronicles pt. 5

AO3

First Last Next

Warnings: Past abuse, PTSD, Self-hatred

Summary: Another Sans appears in Underfell. The only problem, except getting him home, is that this one’s showing signs of abuse, and is terrified of Papyrus.

The two familiar faces were staring at him. Frowning. Eye sockets dark. Not that terrifying blankness, lifelessness, but dark. Cherry shook, and he felt sweat drip down his face. His mind was in shambles. He hadn’t even been able to focus on the food out of pure nervousness and fear of what was to come. His breathing was short, it coming in gasps. He clawed on the floor, trying to find something to hold onto. The carpet. Gathering it in his claws he focused on the texture. It was soft. Much softer than the carpet at home. That carpet was covered in blood – mostly his, but others’ as well, like that bunny kid – and had stiffened a long time ago.

“e-everythin’?” he managed to ask, almost proud he only stuttered a little. Cherry bowed his head and stared on his legs. That way he only had to feel the gazes on him, not see them. It was a little better. There was a short silence. Then:

“NO,” Boss said, almost carefully. “YOU CAN START WITH TELLING US WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT YOUR PAPYRUS.”

Cherry’s dim eyelights glowed a little brighter. He smiled slightly, despite the trembles wracking his body at the mention of his Boss. He took in a winded breath and forced himself to look up at the native brothers.

“Boss i-is th’ coolest,” he began. Strangely enough Sans exhaled at that. He seemed relieved. “th’ li-lieutenant of th’ royal g-g-guard, ‘n’ a favourite o’ ‘is majesty. undyne's g-got nothin’ on ‘im. th’ only reason she’s not d-dust and Boss isn’t th’ c-captain is that Boss respects her. c-completely ruthless and merciless. th' st-strongest, ‘cept for ‘is majesty, o’ course.”

His breathing had calmed and his soul was no longer trying to beat its way out of his chest. Talking about how awesome Boss was he could do all day. If he didn’t have to mention himself. Just thinking about having to talk about how pathetic he was made Cherry start to sweat again. Everyone knew it, he couldn’t understand why they kept making him say it.

“AND WHAT DOES YOUR BROTHER THINK ABOUT YOU?”

Sans listened as Cherry spoke about his brother. He grinned, recognizing himself in it. The comment about Undyne was almost a little worrying, and so was the ‘merciless’-thing, but in the end, it could be chalked up to their world. It seemed crueller than theirs. Otherwise, it was so familiar it almost wasn’t funny.

He felt shame travel through his spine, and he shivered. Tears formed in his eye sockets and he had to fight to keep them back. He was such a crybaby. Boss hated when he cried. Unless it was during punishment, during those he seemed to appreciate tears. Boss once said that covered in bruises and tears and blood were the only times Cherry wasn’t disgusting to look at. Ever since, he had almost wanted to be punished. Just to please Boss. Almost.

He swallowed. Cherry closed his eye sockets for a short moment. Just to buy himself some time before he had to tell this version of Boss and himself how revolting he was.

“m-m-me?” He let out laugh and hunched his shoulders. “i-i-i’m a b-bother, a-a l-loathsome waste o’ sp-space. o-only good as a p-p-punchin’ b-bag ‘n’ ‘a-ardly even th-that. w-weak, ‘n’ annoyin’ ‘n’ u-ugly t’ l-look at. th' only r-r-reason 'm n-n-not e-exp is B-Boss’ s-se-sentimentality. he's told me that enough times for it t’ be clear.”

As he spoke, the others two monsters’ expressions grew more and more horrified. That was the only word Cherry had to describe them, and it didn’t fit at all. It wasn’t logical. Why would they look horrified? It was only the truth. He forced himself to take deep breaths. He flinched and whimpered as both of them suddenly were in front of him. Way too close. Only decimetres away. He wanted to recoil, but that would certainly anger them even more. Cherry felt a tear drop down his cheek, and furiously wiped it off with his sleeve. Why did he have to be such an embarrassment?

“hey, yer no…” Sans began to say, only to be interrupted by a loud knocking on the door. Cherry jumped high at it, and whimpered again. Boss swore loudly.

“THE DOGI. THEY’RE HERE TO LEAVE THEIR WEEKLY REPORT,” he stated. His brows furrowed and his mouth was a tight, edgy line. He trembled more at that, Boss seemed mad. “I COMPLETELY FORGOT. SANS, GET CHERRY INTO YOUR ROOM OR SOMETHING, THEY CAN’T SEE HIM. BE BACK AFTER.”

Cherry flinched as hand quickly grabbed him, and he felt himself getting dragged into the Void. It did not feel good. Taking shortcuts were one thing, but being a passenger was truly awful. Within seconds he was sitting on the floor of a familiar room. Except his one was dirty in a way his hadn’t been for years. Boss detested how he let his room get messy.

He didn’t anymore.

“stay ‘ere, be quiet,” Sans ordered him before leaving him behind. Cherry nodded, despite the other’s back being turned to him, and curled into a ball on the dirty rug.

“y-yes, sir.”

Don’t move and stay silent. That was the only order he managed to follow most of the times. Not always though. Sometimes he was in so much pain or his nightmares got so bad that he simply couldn’t. He wasn’t even able to always follow such a simple command.

He was so repulsive.

Sans’ frame shook as he closed the door behind him. This was all kinds of wrong. He didn’t want to believe what this was implying. He didn’t… A Papyrus couldn’t be so terrible. Not toward his Sans. Yet…

Was there another conclusion to draw here?

To hear and see someone who looked so much like himself filled with so much self-hatred was horrendous. He wasn’t the most self-loving monster Underground, but this kind of disgust for oneself was something new entirely. Not even growing up in New Home he had seen something like it. And he had seen all kinds of things there. Sans took a couple deep breaths to steady himself. His hands were trembling. He quickly shoved them into his pockets. The dogs were here. He couldn’t break down now.

He put back the lazy, threatening grin on his face and went downstairs. Acting confident when not feeling like it was the first thing they had been taught as babybones. Their key to survival.

The dogs yipped in greeting as they saw him. They lowered their heads in submission but wagged their tails to show they were glad to see him. Sans chuckled, petting Lesser’s head as he walked by. They were good dogs, despite the climate of their world. Sans’ hand froze for a moment as he wondered how the Dogi was in Cherry’s ‘verse. He had been terrified of them as well. Lesser threw him a questioning, almost worried, gaze. Shaking his head slightly Sans smirked back. No worries. Lesser licked his hand.

“WELL,” boss said as they all had taken their usual seats. The dogs saluted. “REPORT.” Dogaressa, as the leader of the unit, immediately stood. She began to go through everything that had happened in Snowdin the last week. Most of it was things they knew already. Sans yawned, but his brother nodded as she spoke. Ever the dutiful soldier. The food transport had come safely – duh. Some criminals from Hotland had tried to rob the shop and had been dusted. A brawl had broken out on Grillby’s. Sans had been there, encouraged the whole thing. He grinned at the memory. It had been hilarious to watch Grillby throw them out and give them a month’s ban from the bar.

As soon as she had finished and Boss had nodded his permission, she sat down again. The dogs sniffed the air, looking slightly disturbed.

“Is other Sans okay?” Dogamy asked. His ears were pressed closely to his head.

“This place smells of fear.” Doggo added, lifting his nose into the air for good measure. The brothers glanced at each other, unsure what to say. Eventually Papyrus crossed his arms, staring at the dogs.

“THAT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS,” he declared, and they winced and immediately showed of their throats again. At that, the look on Papyrus’ face softened. Just a tad, just enough for Sans to see it. “BUT IF YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW, HE’S HAVING A BAD TIME. YOU NEED NOT WORRY THOUGH. I AM SURE WE WILL BE ABLE TO FIX IT WITH ENOUGH TIME.”

“(We want to help!)” Dogaressa quickly said, and Greater Dog panted in agreement. Papyrus petted her head once, and she smiled.

“GOOD DOG.” A happy gasp. “BUT AS IT IS, WE WILL HANDLE IT. I WILL TELL YOU IF WE REQUIRE ASSISTANCE. AND THAT IS MY FINAL DESCISION.”

“Lieutentant!” The dogs all saluted at that, accepting what Papyrus told them. Sans supressed a smile. It was kind of funny how loyal they’d gotten to them, seeing how they fought them when they first came to Snowdin. Although, he guessed it wasn’t too weird. Papyrus was probably the first officer they had who treated them fairly, just like he treated everyone fairly. From what he had heard, basically every officer in the Royal Guard were complete assholes except for boss and Undyne. The only ones with any kind of morals and sense for earning respect instead of immediately commanding it.

He plucked a cigarette out of his inventory and lightened it. Inhaling, he sighed in relief. It wasn’t long-lived though.

“SANS!” Papyrus complained. He frowned and glared at him. “I’VE TOLD YOU NOT TO SMOKE IN THE FUCKING HOUSE. I DON’T WANT THAT DISGUSTING SMELL INSIDE. GO OUT IF YOU NECESSARILY HAVE TO DO IT.”

“sure thing, boss,” he sighed and stood up. He wasn’t going to put out a brand-new cigarette. Well out on the porch he watched the denizens of their little town go on with their daily business. Everyone was glaring at everyone, warning them to get closer. Except the kids. Sans almost smiled as the children played on the streets, unbothered by the hostility around them. The only ones safe around here. Even if it hadn’t been illegal, boss would’ve flipped his shit if anyone had killed someone still in stripes.

As one of the bears looked up at him, though, he immediately stopped. Instead he changed it into a cocky smirk, and lifted the cigarette in greeting. Exhaled the smoke. The bear averted his eyes after a few moments.

Sans let out another relieved sigh as he felt the cold wind hit his face. This was so much better than being caught inside with either the frankly worrying Cherry or the dogs talking about stuff he didn’t care about one bit.

Perhaps he’d go to Grillby’s tonight again. Alone this time. Get drunk of his ass and not have to think about the possibility that Cherry had been abused by his Papyrus. The possibility he almost couldn’t deny after what he had heard.

Yeah. That sounded like a really fucking good idea.

Cherry wailed quietly as he heard steps. He hadn’t moved. He was being good. He had almost not made a single sound. There was no reason he would be punished, right? They hadn’t punished him yet even when he had messed up.

They were probably just biding their time. Waiting until he felt safe before striking. That had happened one too many times. Both with Boss and with others, such as Grillby.

These steps didn’t sound like they came from anyone his size, which was strange. They were far too quiet and quick. Suddenly something soft pressed again his hand. Cherry swallowed, and looked down. It was that cat again. Doomfanger purred, and licked his hand. He let out a giggle. It tickled. Those amber eyes stared at him. But they were soft. There was nothing threatening in that body language as Doomfanger buffed his hand again.

Hesitantly, Cherry lifted his hand. He held his breath as he put it on the cat’s head. He had done this before, but both Boss and Sans had been there then. Nothing happened. The spinning only got louder. He almost smiled as he slowly stroked the cat’s back. He froze as the cat let out a meow. When nothing else happened, he moved his hand again. The fur was so soft. The softest thing he had ever felt. His shoulders fell and his breathing level out as he felt tension disappear.

He continued to pet the cat, who eventually climbed into his lap and lied down. Like he had done to Boss before. It was… nice. Yeah. Nice. Cherry’s eyelids dropped and he yawned. He was getting sleepy. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in he didn’t know how long. Doomfanger licked his hand again, and purred even louder. Huh. He wondered how loud the cat could be. He yawned again.

The next thing he knew, he was curled up on the mattress – which was much softer than his own – and covered in a blanket. Doomfanger was still there, resting on his head. Cherry hadn’t had a blanket for years. Boss took once when the temperature got lower than normal; he deserved it, Cherry did not. He hadn’t been able to argue with that, and afterward he simply hadn’t gotten it back. He frowned slightly at the restricting feeling. Still. It was warm. Pleasant. This was so weird.

As he began to move slightly, Doomfanger woke up. He licked Cherry’s cheek and then disappeared out through the slightly open door. Cherry stayed, thinking about whether it would be acceptable to just stay in bed for a while. Normally the answer would be a clear no, but someone had even tucked him in, so perhaps.

After a few minutes, the door opened slowly, and Boss was standing there, the cat by his feet. He just gave Cherry a short glance, but it didn’t look hostile, before putting down the tray he held in his hands next to the shorter.

On it a steaming cup of coffee and a plate with pancakes stood. Cherry stared at it, wondering if that was for him. The last two days’ happenings did make him believe it was quite likely, yet… breakfast in the bed? With luxuries like coffee? Whoa.

“IT IS FOR YOU, YES,” Boss said like he had read his mind. “EAT UP, BUT DO TAKE YOUR TIME. ONCE YOU’RE FINISHED I’D APPRECIATE IF YOU CAME DOWNSTAIRS.”

“o-o’ course, Boss,” he stammered, almost wondering if he had heard right. Why was Boss so polite to him? The only monsters Boss had ever bothered being polite with was Undyne and the King – and of course his officers when he had others than Undyne. Boss winced slightly.

“ABOUT THAT. WOULD IT BE OKAY IF YOU CALLED ME PAPYRUS INSTEAD? BOSS IS WHAT SANS CALLS ME, AND THE IMPLICATIONS WHEN YOU DO IT IS NOT VERY COMFORTABLE. I WON’T FORCE YOU, BUT I WOULD APPRECIATE IT.”

Cherry gaped at that. He got permission to use his Boss’ first name? He hadn’t done that since they were babybones.

“’c-c-course Bo… papyrus. whatever ya wish.”

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