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fandom-entertainer · 8 months

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"Just a Distant Memory"

Dreamtale Angst Word Count: 1,083

A step to the left, a dodge and another arrow flying and piercing the void that was his brother’s arm. The daily routine of the guardian of positive feelings, Dream, and the previous guardian of negativity, Nightmare. Another fight, another day, the same old story.

Nightmare sent a tendril towards Dream, who took care to duck as one hit from that negative goop that surrounded Nightmare could melt his bone and clothes. Once he found a moment to aim, Dream took an open stance, pulling the glowing bowstring to his jaw and aiming, the arrow arched and hit Nightmare straight in the chest. The negative being stumbled back a bit from the hit, his grin never once fading. He knew what Dream’s feelings were at the moment. His dear brother strained to keep the angered look on his face. The eyes are the window to the soul, as they say, and Dream’s showed that he was conflicted.

How could he not when thinking back to how this all began?

Just two small spirits, the best of friends until feelings had grown to be too much.

Dream ripped the pages of the new notebook he was gifted, taking care to fold the pages into small paper cranes. Once he had a dozen of the small birds, he walked over to Nightmare, taking the boy’s shoulder. Nightmare glanced up from his book, giving Dream a quizzical look. “Did you need something?”

A small shake of the head was all Dream gave in response before handing Nightmare the paper cranes. “Look! It’s a gift from the villagers!” Nightmare only gave Dream a small smile as he took the paper cranes, their wings bent and crooked, clear that it was Dream who made them. Nightmare was aware of how the villagers felt towards him. He wasn’t blind.

Though, whenever he looked over at his brother who had a hint of worry in his eyes, he could never bear to hurt Dream’s feelings. “That’s very kind of them… I’ll keep these safe, I promise.” A bright grin graced Dream’s face as he jumped up and down with glee.

Nightmare watched as his brother walked off to go spread his positivity to the villagers, neither knowing of the pain each held.

Dream was overwhelmed with being a servant for the village, helping left and right with anything the people deemed hard, no matter how menial and simple the task was. A villager needed to brush the leaves from their porch? Get Dream to do it. Need someone to grab eggs from the chicken, there’s Dream. On the other hand, Nightmare didn’t have to do anything for the villagers. Their hatred for him being too strong and all because he was the guardian of the negative side of the Tree of Feelings.

Yet, no matter how hard times got, they both refused to tell the other. Each with their own secret to bear.

Not until it was too late.

That memory is still ingrained in Dream’s brain to this day. The day he lost his brother.

The screams of agony that left his dear brother’s mouth. Whether it was a scream of help or relief from the torment of the villagers? Dream didn’t have a clue. All he could do was watch as the negativity enveloped and coated Nightmare in a thick black gunk, flowing from every crevice and hollow bone of his. First from his mouth, almost like blood, coating his chin before his eyes followed, streaks of tears stained black, all dripping down and trapping the guardian.

In front of him stood the result of that incident, a now grown Nightmare. The goop that had come from the apple’s negativity, constantly melting from an incomplete body.

“Is something the matter, brother?” Nightmare’s voice filled with malice at the word that reminded him of what Dream was supposed to be to him. The one who would always be at his side, a thorn in his side.

“...of course not. It’s the same old routine, right? I’m here to stop you.” Dream pulled the bow string, an arrow materializing from seemingly thin air, the positive energy of the arrow glowed a cool teal, lighting the guardian’s face as he positioned the end of the arrow to his jaw once more and let the arrow fly from his index finger and knuckles. This one required more aiming from him as Nightmare sent a tendril to sneak behind him. The tendril shot up, following Dream who slid to the right, just narrowly avoiding the attack. Nightmare’s grin grew with each step he took towards Dream. Another tendril, this one wrapped around the guardian’s foot. He was now cemented to the floor, the goop beginning to dissolve the rubber of Dream’s shoes.

“I’d expect nothing less from you.” Each step closer drained more and more of Dream’s energy, an unnerving feeling of despair began to run up his spine. A hostile draft attempting to snuff out a small fire of hope. “Always protecting the innocent.” Dream winced as a bit of the negativity began to dig through his shoes and onto his bone, an acidic burn could be felt as Dream attempted to free his foot.

“It’s my job after all.” Dream said with a crooked smile, manifesting his bow and splitting it into two daggers, the bow string connecting the two as he took a swing at the tendril keeping him grounded. He made a clean slice and slipped out of Nightmare’s grip, much to his annoyance.

Dream skipped back, attempting to create as much space between Nightmare and himself, attempting to regain the strength that was almost ripped away from him. A deep breath in and a deep breath out, Dream focused all of his positive energy into a single arrow, grasping for any other positive feelings nearby.

All of that positivity flowed into the arrow, each thought causing the arrow to glow brighter and brighter. Nightmare scowled, knowing what would come next as Dream locked eyes with the being of pure negativity. “I’m just doing my job.” He said as he sent the arrow flying towards Nightmare, who gave a grunt of pain, his body being ripped apart by the arrow as he was forced to retreat.

A sigh of relief escaped Dream as he watched his brother return to his place, leaving Dream to fix up the mess and his feelings on the battle, painfully waiting for the next time he’d come face to face with his other half.

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charliechaotic · 3 months

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ayup. gonna do some headcanon / writing requests for a specific set of au sanses, except its just gonna be my am versions, as kinda a way to develop it a bit :>

(note: esp for Cross/Backstab, I dont know what im doing! The others I have at least vague concepts of TvT)

Name references:

The Stars:

Ink -> Sketch, 'Squid'

Dream -> Solaria, 'Sunshine', 'Ria', 'Glowstick'

Swap -> Orion, 'Blue', 'Rigel'

The Bad Sanses/Nightmares Gang -> The Comets

Nightmare -> Lunaris, 'Luna'

Horror -> Butcher, 'Butch'

Killer -> Blade

Murder -> Fracture

Cross -> Backstab, 'Bax'

Error -> Terminal

NOTES!!

•Sketch is kindaaaa a manipulative bastard(sorry gang)

•Solaria is transfem! (also, was in stone 1000 years instead of 500, so the apple twins are older!)

•Orion is very freshly 16 years old, universe was destroyed, and is the current main target of Sketch's manipulation- cowabummer! (is aware of being a replacement.) Uhhh right also he isnt Technically a 'Sans'- Think of it like.. Au-ing an Au. He's from an AU of the Swap au? [also he may be my favorite] TRANS MASC !!

•Lunaris is very non nightmare- more dadmare core, really? Also, its the kinda thing where the corrupted and past version are kinda the same? Corrupted Lunaris has his memories, and isnt Quite the original, but he isnt some random dude. Think of the corruption even like his birthday ig?

•Butcher is also very dad core- He doesn't eat until he's made sure everyone else has- also, doesn't have a 'papyrus' / general brother character-

•Blade is like a goofy uncle kinda guy, def a prankster- Tends to go against Lunaris the most often

•Fracture doesn't speak too much, general keeps to himself- but when he does it's either a Lot, or something important to listen to- Also he's a major space and greek mythology nerd.

•Backstab uh. Doesn't have anything to him yet? I'll mostly base it off of fandom stuff I've seen of cross shdjej (gladlt accepting suggestions- my buddy helped start this stuff and he kinda has the role of Backstab but is hyperfixating on smth else rn 😔)

•Terminal is 16, and WAY less destructive than Error. He still destroys stuff, but 1. He's a kid, and 2. Once he joined The Comets he's kinda only destroyed stuff for when its needed for a job. (note: terminal i ALSO made by my other buddy, but I have a better hand of him) HUMAN RACIST!!(/hj) He is a BULLY to HUMANS ONLY!!

Also yeah these guys aren't skeletons anymore lmao- different kinda monster species that comes with the AM. Monsters are the ones with Soul traits in this too :> (Havent worked out who is what yet- Solaria is /Probably/ Kindness)

I have refs for everyone except Fracture and Backstab rn but theyre all done in gachalife2 except for like. one drawing ive done of Orion (literally done less than thirty minutes ago)

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forgettable-au · 5 months

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Sans do you ever feel that something might be missing?

Maybe he felt like that at some point, maybe for a long time. In the present, I think he's made some kind of peace with it.

Also, I really like the ask blog format, but I don't really mean this to be an ask blog.

So when writing questions, try to refer them to me instead of the characters. That way, they don't have to break the fourth wall lmao. I really wanted to answer this one tho

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lovekittylover12345 · 1 year

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The Most Beautiful Person He Had Ever Seen

Hello, all. I made another AU last night.

I had wanted to go to sleep at a good hour.

Guess what I did NOT do?

This thing I wrote? It’s around 13 pages long when using Arial at size 11 font- 5,000 words.

On the font and font size I typically use when writing a chapter, this behemoth is 22 pages long- that's more than 2/3rd of one of my typical chapters.

And you want to know something even more terrifying?

It’s not even done yet.

I won’t be finishing this just yet, nor will I be working on other chapters for a very long time, so I won’t be posting this on archive of our own- enjoy this incomplete work I grinded out on what I can only see as a fantastical event where the stars alined to let me write- just not on my actual current work! Argh…

Feel free to ask any questions- I’ll try my best to answer any that come up. I have a few ideas for where the story could possibly go next, but who knows when I haven’t written it all out yet? Everything could end up veering off into an entirely different direction.

Shall I also use my first instance of a poll? Hmmm… we’ll see.

Without further ado, here’s what I wrote!

It had been a rather ordinary day- visiting his friend Alphys- when Sans turned to look at a heavily neglected part of her lab to see the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyelights on.

He didn’t know why he turned to look- he had never had the inclination to look that way unprompted before, unless Alphys wanted to show him whatever half finished project she was working on at the time. Otherwise- it was simply an unused part of the lab- one that was scantily used or even thought of by anyone- used so infrequently in fact that he often forgot that the dusty curtains his friend and colleague had hung up even hid something behind them.

What came over him? Why did he decide to turn back?

Was something calling him? Something telling him that he would see something that he would never forget?

That he would find himself looking at the first thing other than his brother and his community of other monsters that was just as important- key to his life, even? Something that, once he had, he would never be able to live without?

And, what were the chances- that on this day in particular, when he happened to have an odd urge to look back at that unused part of the lab- there would be something so wondrous- so glorious and lovely- to look at?

That the curtains that had hung for years without once falling- that just on this day, they would fall, just as he turned?

He did not know- and at the time, he did not realize that he would ever even think about the possibilities besides as a quick, passing thought when it first happened.

But now…

He prayed to whatever god made that tiny, infinitesimally small chance occur- thanking them so heartily and insistently that a casual observer probably would have thought he was an extremely devout believer.

Thank you- thank you! You- whoever you are- you glorious bastard! Thank you so- so much! I don’t know who you are- and I doubt you even care, or even exist- but if you do…

Thank you.

Just what was it that Sans saw, in that musty, dark and cramped corner of the lab?

“Oh, th- the curtain! O-oh well… seems I’ll have to put it back up later- but- t-that’s not important! You- you’ve seen her, haven’t you?!”

Alphys rushed towards the curtain, ripping the rest of it down- now revealing that thing in its full glory.

“Oh- isn’t she just such a cutie?!”

Alphys let out the squeal of a fangirl, delighting in showing off what she had found to her friend.

As Sans gazed at the thing in front of him, He found himself having more difficulty controlling his expression than usual. It seems that Alphys picked up on this- as well as the question he was about to ask- although it seems she opted to pretend she didn’t see the former.

“Where…”

“W-Where did I find her? I-I found her in a dump! It seems that humans have been using Mt. Ebott as a dumping ground for things they’ve decided to discard for a while now- and such a waste in this case, too! W-who would throw away an almost fully functioning robot?!”

Sans half nodded.

“A robot…”

“Mind you- S-she’s was so badly damaged when I found her- pieces of her just strewn about everywhere- body parts almost completely severed and twisted in many places- t-the circuitry was completely shot- most of the delicate wiring was completely chopped to bits and looked like those noodles I just love to eat- haha… ha. And- and some of those wires- just straight fried! Not just that- the list goes on and on- now… that I think about it- maybe calling her an almost fully functioning robot is a bit of a stretch on my part- but I know y-you get what I mean!”

Alphy’s seemed to simmer down a bit then, becoming more contemplative- sad, almost.

“You know… to be honest- when I found her, with her head sticking out of all that garbage- I really thought I had just stumbled on a human body… There- in those dumps near monster territory- our homes- a.. A murder scene! I was almost afraid of what would happen if I approached her… as if- s-some human boogeyman was going to- pop out- from behind a nearby pile and accuse me of m-murder!”

She grabbed her shoulders with her arms, shivering slightly.

“T-to be honest… the thought of it- it still terrifies me. What would have happened if she really was a human body…”

Sans was able to recover a bit from his stupor, quickly moving to comfort his friend, giving her a pat on the shoulder.

“Hey, don’t worry about it! We might have gotten into a human-gous amount of trouble if that really did happen, but it didn’t. But I promise, if it did, I and the others would have helped you out- no matter what. I and the others always will.”

Alphys gave a gleeful smile, trying to resist laughing at her friend’s corny joke- but failed horribly.

“Haha! Really… Thanks for that Sans- with what's going on right now, t-that really means a lot. I-I mean it- and… I’d do the same for you.”

Quickly, the pair turned back towards the robot, where Alphys quickly regained her train of thought as the pair began to walk closely to marvel at the robot up close.

“I was able to repair her only just recently- all the bells and whistles- power supply, wiring is spotless, perhaps my best job yet- circuitry repaired or replaced where necessary- and yet- she still won’t turn on… I just can’t seem to figure out why.”

Alphys pointed to each part, explaining what she was able to learn about each thing- their functions, possible hiccups or mistakes she could have made, and even hypothetical upgrades to increase the performance in the future.

Sans listened dutifully as his friend nerded out- and in his mind, he was too.

He thought carefully about each individual part- even having Alphys move the body around on the table and open up parts of it for a better look. The wiring? Impeccable- truly the best wiring job of Alphys’s he had ever seen, and he knew how hard a project Mettaton was. The circuitry? Although he didn’t necessarily understand what each part was supposed to do, he trusted his friend knew- everything he saw on that front was solid work- no glaring flaws. Each part he checked was exactly how they should be- until he came upon the power supply.

When Alphys showed him what she said was the power supply, he had no idea what he was looking at- it looked nothing like anything he had ever seen- and certainly not Alphys’s work. It was located deep in the robot’s upper back, wedged in behind the spine- near where the heart and lungs would be on a human. Not having any way to look inside what looked to be a hard outer casing, Sans found himself trying to make sense of just what he was looking at.

“This is the power supply? Is that really what I’m looking at right now?”

Alphy’s shakily nodded.

“Y-yes.”

“This- this isn’t your work, is it? Was it already a part of her? How do you even know it’s working-”

“-no- no! I’m certain of it- it’s the one other part left still perfectly intact!”

…other?

No… focus- I’ll get the answers soon, I’m sure.

Alphys had interjected quickly, in a manner that showed to Sans that she was extremely worried about the current conversation. Not wanting to stress out his jittery friend further, he waited patiently for her to explain.

“Y-you see… I ran some diagnostics and- those wires, you see those? I hooked those up to the supply directly and- There- well… the test I ran showed that whatever powers this- this thing- no no, this girl- It can hold charge just fine- I-in fact- uh… well… you see- this power supply- it already is running! Just… just… it just isn’t running anywhere else… f-for some reason!”

Sans noticed Alphys’s eyes darting to and fro, the signs that she was beginning to panic, and very much so. Not to mention that she was starting to sweat on her brow- and her tail, which was normally still, was swishing to and fro across the ground, too- something that only happened when she was either extremely excited or extremely stressed. He could already tell that there was something she was hesitant to tell him about, but he just couldn’t fathom what it could be.

What could be making her so nervous? And the power supply is on? could it be that what is worrying her has something to do with that? What does all of this mean?

“Well, if whatever is inside that power supply is faulty, why don’t you just open it up and check? Or, why not just take it out and replace it with something else? You were able to get Mettaton’s power supply working just fine, so why couldn't you do the same here? I’m certain you would be able to-”

She vigorously shook her head- taking a quick moment to adjust her glasses with her shaking hands, before hesitantly yet adamantly responding.

“-No! I-I can’t. I-I couldn’t possibly- i-if I messed up- s-she could! Y-you don’t- y-you haven’t seen the scans!”

Sans could sense that she was beginning to have a nervous breakdown- he tried his best to reach her with his voice.

“Alphys, please- I can’t help you if you don’t help me understand- just what did you see when you performed a scan? Did you see something inside the power supply? Is it dangerous?”

She continued to mumble to herself, speaking quickly as she began to bite on her nails.

“I-It was unlike- a-anything I had ever seen- I just couldn't possibly- w-what could I do? An alternate power supply transfer might work- b-b-but I don’t know how much power she needs to- I-If I messed up! S-she could-”

Sans took her shoulders with his hands, giving her a gentle shake, snapping her back to reality.

“Alphys- I get that whatever you saw has you worried- please just let me know what you saw, so I can help you find a solution! I promised you, right? That I would help you? I need you to trust that together we can find a solution. Alright?”

Alphys, regaining her composure, relaxed her body, took a deep few breaths, and nodded her head.

“It was… when I ran those scans.”

He nodded his head, letting her know that he was listening, and that she could continue.

“Well, to be truthful Sans… what I said before? Well… it- no- she- she isn’t just a robot.”

Sans was curious but was carefully keeping his same old expression, not wanting to put any undue pressure on his friend.

She always seems to address the robot in a manner similar to how she would Mettaton- why is that?

“I’m listening.”

“Well… when I was attempting to find out what was inside the power supply, I did a ton of different tests- and I mean it- a ton! Countless times and countless different ideas to find a way to see past whatever metal this protective layer was made out of-” she used her knuckles to knock on the metal she was referring to slightly, “And let me tell you, this metal is practically indestructible! Not that that mattered anyway- I didn’t want to in any way risk the integrity of the power supply- so- I tried everything to sneak a peek at what is hidden inside this shell- and… nothing. Nothing worked- no matter what I tried, I couldn't see anything conclusive.”

Sensing that she was not yet done, Sans gave another prompting.

“Go on.”

“But… on one of those scans- well, I accidentally included some of her neck and the bottom of her skull in the range. And to my surprise, I could actually see inside! I took another scan right then and there! And what I saw… oh stars… I know you’re not gonna believe me on this, but you’ve gotta trust me when I say I didn’t initially believe it either. how do I put this…”

Alphys seemed to be thinking very heavily, even scrunching up her brow muscles enough that Sans feared she would give herself a tension headache. Finally, she seemed to have decided on what to say- or perhaps it was that she had gotten the resolve she needed to speak on what she saw.

“Sans…inside that girl’s skull is something akin to a human brain.”

Before Sans could even respond or react, Alphys rushed to give clarification.

“Of course- they are in no way the same- They are similar in structure for sure, yes- but her brain is not made of any biological matter from what I can tell.”

She scrambled to turn the table holding the robot in place, allowing Sans to see the back of the robot’s dainty looking neck. The back panel had already been removed during their analysis, and Alphys’s familiar wiring was peaking back at them, as it had before. However, when Alphys began to push some of it aside, Sans found himself looking at a far thicker, more metallic looking wire, one that could more reasonably be called a cord- one that undoubtedly ran down into the power supply. With the context of what Alphys said she saw, the part of the cord that went up the neck and out of sight likely went directly into the robot’s brain- that is, if that really is what it was.

But, a brain? Really? If that really is the truth- could this thing really even be considered a robot?!

Then…

The way Alphys has been referring to it..

No..

To her- this was of referring to her-

-it was because of what she saw…

“Then the reason you feared touching the power supply is because…”

Alphys took another deep breath before responding.

“Y-yes. Currently, the only thing her power supply is transferring power to is the…”

“The brain?”

Alphys nodded.

“Another yes, I’m afraid. This really would have been so much more simple if the power supply allowed itself to transfer power to more than just her brain- but, I honestly can’t blame it for what it is doing right now. From what I can see, the only thing keeping her… well, keeping her ‘alive,’ so to speak- is the fact that her brain is constantly being powered by her power supply.”

Sans scratched his head.

“I see why you were so worried- especially because we have no idea what that power supply is even running on right now. For all we know, it could turn off mid conversation- and that would be that!”

Alphys gave Sans a glare.

“Stars sans- don’t say that! I didn’t even consider that possibility- oh no- what if you’re right- and it- and it-”

“-it won’t. She has almost certainly been in that dump for a very long time- I’m sure that, considering that the power supply and that cord is made out of a metal you’ve never even seen before, it can surely handle powering that brain just as it always has. Now… we just have to figure out how to coax it to power everything else…”

Alphys clutched her head, tapping her foot. Her tail thumped quietly along with her foot- showing to me that she was really thinking hard.

At least it isn’t swishing anymore- she isn’t nearly as stressed right now, and she doesn’t seem to have tired out, which is good.

Wait…

‘Tired out.’

Could it be?

“Alphys…”

Alphys turned her head towards Sans Inquisitively.

“Yes?”

Sans’s expression shifted slightly- yet more than it had in front of anyone else other than him in the mirror. His face, practically sparkling with excitement, almost took Alphys aback.

“Alphys, have you perhaps considered that maybe the power supply required more than just electricity to power the whole body? Did you do any tests to check for magic at all?! Perhaps the power supply is low on its other fuel source!”

Alphys’s eyes grew wide, and soon, her face too was full of gleeful excitement.

“No- I haven't! I never even considered- I thought that humans would never use such a thing to power their machines- but it is definitely possible with all that we’ve seen- Sans! That is such a good idea! I’ll run a diagnostic on it right away!”

Sans and Alphys rushed to uncover the tools needed to perform the diagnostics, with Alphys rushing to turn on the machines- as the pair waited for everything to boot up and get ready, the pair both squealed with anticipation- Sans inwardly, and Alphys outwardly.

As soon as the machines were ready, Alphys got them running as soon as she could. Soon, the dark corner of the room that had not seen light in some time was now bathed in the light of the diagnostic. Little robots excited their cubbyholes and began to hover around the area of the girl’s current resting place like flies, carefully scanning the whole body for any traces of magic.

Both waited with baited breath, until, surprisingly quickly, they got their result.

“There's….”

The pair looked at the screen.

“MAGIC DETECTION SCAN: TRACES OF MAGIC DETECTED.”

“Oh- oh my! I never thought- and look! Right there!”

Alphys pointed to the computer screen, zooming in on the robot’s power supply. Compared to the limbs, which had only a faint glow on the screen, signifying that there were only faint traces of magic found- likely from when the robot was still operational- however long ago that was- the power supply was quite the opposite.

“T-there’s something in the core f-for sure- a-and whatever it is- it’s lit up like a Giftmas tree!”

Sans looked at the robot’s body again- and it was then that an idea came into his mind.

Part of the power supply seems to be different than the rest- more protected- like a core. But something tells me that the way to get it to open is more straightforward than it appears!

“Alphys- I have an idea on how to get her to wake up- It’s gonna require me to have a way to directly touch that power supply- likely from the back. Can you get her on her front for me?”

Alphys, delighted to see that Sans had an idea of what to do, was quick to do as asked.

“Of course!”

She turned the robot easily, as if it was as light as a feather. That raised questions in Sans’s head about just what the robot was made out of, but he set that question aside to be answered later.

When Alphys turned the robot to her back, it was exactly as Sans had thought- there seemed to be a spot on the back- between the soft groves that made up the girl's spine- that looked like it could be opened.

How yet, he wasn't quite sure, but he had a pretty good idea.

As he came closer to the robot, he realized that he had not as of yet actually touched any part of the robot’s body- for some reason, this realization embarrassed him far more than he thought it should have.

Was it because of his thoughts upon initially seeing the robot for the first time?

Or was it because, even now, it was almost as if he was feeling… enamored with her?

The thoughts only made his hesitation to touch the robot even worse- he almost felt like smacking himself for even thinking such things, but he didn’t want to give away his discomfort to his friend. Sans knew Alphys would tease him relentlessly if she found out that the first thing he ever felt attracted to was a robot- and one that looked like a human of all things!

A human.

The first person I have ever thought of in that manner- something that currently looks like the most beautiful thing in the world to me- and it’s a robot that looks like a human? Is something wrong with me?! I must be going crazy!

And- I shouldn't be thinking these sorts of things about a person who is completely unaware and defenseless- she’s sleeping for god's sake!

He quickly quelled all thoughts on the matter, deciding to think on it another time.

Perhaps when she wakes up…

Wait- there I go again! Ugh- damn it…

“Sans?”

Alphys’s voice helped him quickly recover his wits- allowing him to remain looking perpetually unbothered, as he always did.

“Don’t worry, I got it- I was just thinking about what I need to do.”

“And what do you need to do?”

Sans came closer to the robot and carefully examined her back one more time before finally finding the courage to take the next step.

Gently, his skeletal hands trailed her spine, carefully pushing up her hair out of his way. He was surprised to find that her hair was soft, but he tried his best to not think about it too much. He just knew that if he continued that line of thinking, he would end up with a flushed blue face- and he never wanted Alphys to see him embarrassed- he was certain her first reaction would be to tease him.

As his hands touched the grooves of each metal vertebrae, he was able sense it- and just where he expected. Although Alphys knew a little bit about Sans’s full power, she did not know everything- like, for example, that his magical aptitude was far greater than he made it seem. His phalanges could feel magic buzzing, almost like…

No- there’s no way that can be right- maybe this time I’m wrong.

I…

I hope to the stars above that I’m wrong.

Because if I’m not…

Maybe this really was a murder.

Just under the buzzing, he was able to trace a small, discrete panel- and the fact that that panel most certainly had to be opened with magic.

“Well Alphys? This is what I need to do- you might want to cover your eyes for this one.”

As soon as he spoke, he began to fill the room with magic- so much magic in fact, that wind began to form, pushing everything back. The flaps of his coat moved back and forth quickly, as did the billowing parts of Alphys’s lab coat- anything not held down began to fly back violently, including the curtains that had once hidden away the seldom used corner from sight.

“Whoa- sans! You shouldn't do too much- you know what could happen!”

As sans continued to pour out the blue tinted magic that caused the robot’s metallic sheen to reflect bright light, he responded as casually as one would to an invitation for lunch.

“Nah- you worry too much. I’m fine- this much is easy.”

As Sans continued to pour magic into the robot, he watched as her back began to open, finally revealing what was inside. In less than a second, he stopped his magic, staring down at what he saw in shock. When he unconsciously reached to touch it, he found that the casing protecting it shocked him- only further leaving him with confusion and dread.

That shock I felt- why now?

Now of all times- and with this robot of all people?

What human would ever think to use… could this be considered one of their own?

I just can’t fathom it- who would have thought that humans would have made something similar to Mettaton?!

Why am I seeing what I’m seeing right now?

Is this even happening? Is this another one of my nightmares?

I just…

I don't understand.

As Alphys quickly came beside him and took a peak at what had been so carefully protected within the casing of the power source, she too fell silent, in shock at what she saw.

Much of the inside- especially lower down on the contraption- was full of those same sort of metallic cables that they had already seen before, with each one connecting to some part of the body- legs, arms, and head- like the veins of a human. They were even able to see what gave the power source its electricity, with some sort of contraption- completely alien to them- seen, full of glowing white and golden light.

But the thing that shocked them the most was a small canister oriented up-to-down in the body, found in the place where the human heart would be. It was fastened tightly and connected to the generator’s cables, seemingly using the same lines to transmit its magic to everywhere else.

Inside that canister, bobbing up and down- not in the correct orientation but instead in line with the body’s orientation- was a little, metallic silver soul- one that looked almost synthetic- as if it was made in a lab.

This soul was not angled upside down light that of a monster’s, even if it possessed a similar color to that of one.

No- instead, this soul was angled like that of a human- which could only mean one thing.

“Oh.”

“O-Oh.”

The pair looked at eachother. Sans watched as Alphys’s face contorted to that of terror and grief.

“T-That- that can’t be right! Oh Sans- This cannot be- it just can’t!”

“Alphys- please calm down- we need to make sure everything is in place before she wakes up.”

Alphys nodded meekly, as if she had been told to kill someone under the threat of death. She was on the verge of tears and shaking like a leaf, tail and all- Still, she got up and quickly helped Sans fasten all of the pieces they had moved back into place.

Not long after they were complete, The robot seemed to boot up- parts of its body made of that special metal began to light up brightly before dimming to a faint glow, as if she was a computer on the startup screen.

After the light mostly subsided to that glow, another step seemed to start- very suddenly, the various plated that made up her body rapidly reoriented themselves- shifting back in forth from different shapes and sizes as if the metal that had once been so hard to move was now as soft as dough- seeming to be making the proper features and proportions of the robot as they should have been the whole time.

No longer was each piece bulky and diagonal- now the body had substantially more curvatures, with each limb now sleeker and proportionally correct. Now the robot’s body seemed to actually have skin- albeit still visibly shiny like metal, but still much more natural looking nonetheless. Parts where bones would be seen from under the skin and other deeper tissues now seemed to hint at bones that were not actually there- an illusion that the two scientists watched with fascination. Her hair remained mostly unchanged, as did some aspects of her body- for example, the fact that the pair did not find it necessary to cover her- as although she did have the proportions of the female body, there was not actually anything to see.

However, even still, the pair began to realize that although there may have been nothing to see, they were still ogling someone they considered to be a lady- and one without any clothes!

However, as soon as Alphys thought to go get a sheet to cover the poor girl, another step began.

Rapidly moving pieces came from slits that suddenly appeared in the robot’s body- these pieces quickly moved to begin forming what looked to be a dress- one that covered the parts that a lady would have covered in public- the metal slithered its way across the girl’s body until it had reached all the places it apparently needed to, before those pieces began to form together. The malleable metal took on the colors of multiple other metals, gold and silver being the most prominent- only for the metals to suddenly soften, as if they were transmuted into fabric. The fabric puffed out slightly in some areas, like the bottom and the back, but otherwise stayed rather consistent. It looked just like real fabric- and extremely comfortable too, contrary to what the pair had just seen that fabric start from.

As if to add a few finishing touches, various decorations in the form of jewelry and other items began to adorn themselves on the robot’s body, including ribbons that moved to put up the girl's hair, a soft looking pair of dress slippers, earrings, and… a choker?

Sans found himself questioning just what sort of person would design a body for a person this way, but he could not complain, given that he apparently shared similar tastes.

“Oh- she looks like a magical girl- kyah! So kawaii! Look at her- isn’t she just gorgeous?”

The first time I’m attracted to anything, and it’s this?

I really must be more screwed up than I realized- but still, I must admit…

She’s even more of a beauty than before she transformed- and even before then, she was still quite the sight!

“You’re right, Alphys- she really is gorgeous.”

Alphys smirked at him devilishly.

“So you found someone you finally like, huh? Took you long enough!”

Sans, being very good at hiding his expressions, did his best to mislead Alphys from the correct answer that she had just found.

“Not necessarily- I just agreed with you when you said she was pretty. It would be like you agreeing with me that Undyne is strong- that’s just a fact.”

Critical Hit!

“Oh yes- that’s a good point Sans- Undyne is strong! She’s also cool, and she’s got big muscles, and she’s so pretty too- wait… forget I said that part!”

Sans grinned.

“Of course- it is now completely erased from my memory. Though, I strong-ly suggest you get better at resisting the urge to talk about Undyne- You’ve got the urge part, now you just need the resist part!

Mentioning Undyne was enough to distract Alphys from the truth, helping Sans escape from being found out for a while longer.

It seemed that now that the body was complete, she began to stir for the first time since being taken by Alphys out of the dump.

With this wonderful news, Alphys was not able to stay worried for long- after all, their effort had paid off, and the robot was most certainly alive!

“Oh, look Sans! She’s finally waking up- I’m so glad! This is such good news- I can’t wait to ask her some questions.”

“Me too.”

As the robot moved, she looked shaky- like someone waking after a long sleep.

It was then that the pair heard her voice- it sounded partially robotic, which did make sense- but other than that robotic sound, her voice was soft, sweet to the ear, and currently, confused.

“Where…”

She moved to fully sit up- and when she did, her eyes fluttered open.

“O-oh my…”

Alphys and Sans looked at the girl’s eyes, which were just too interesting to ignore. Her eyes did look very similar to that of a human, but were the color and sheen of various metals, giving away her man-made nature. Gold, and perhaps platinum in one iris- copper and bronze in the other. Those eyes seemed to not fully be aware of their surroundings- likely because she was not yet fully awake.

“Where… am I?”

As one of her hands moved to her head and the other to the table, she tried to stand- wobbling first, and then nearly falling- however, Sans was quick to catch her.

“It’s alright- I’ve… I’ve got you.”

She really is… so light.

And her dress really is soft- who would have thought a metal would be able to soften like this?

“G-good save Sans! Now, how should we approach this…”

Sans carefully guided the robot back onto the table, where she sat back down.

“Thank… you.”

Once she was sat back down, she looked at the odd pair standing before her with a hint of surprise.

“Who… who are you?”

Sans grinned.

“Well, kiddo? We’re the ones who saved your life.”

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That’s all I have written for now- and I even added a bit more, to get to a better stopping point. Did you like what you read? Now that I think about it, maybe that should be the subject of my first ever poll! Hmmm… let's see- how do I make one of those? Aha! Got it! Here’s your assignment, dear readers who read to the end! How did you like what you read? And would you want to read more?

I’ll be taking this practice test very seriously- the actual test will be next monday, so be sure you all studied the material! Lol.

Now, it’s time for me to pretend that I’m not a writer again, hiding in my little hobbit room with my blackout curtains, reading webcomics and playing video games- like only the best of the best procrastinators can! Contrary to how it may look, I actually have been busy a good deal- and aside from little things that pop into my head for a bunch of different stories, a lot of which aren’t related to Undertale, I haven’t been able to write what I want at all…

Let's hope that changes soon- I hope to break out of my Procrastination Chrysalis and finally awaken as a Productive Butterfly! Even if only in my dreams… T^T

A girl can HOPE, right?

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eepytale part 3

eepytale part 3! and the start of me losing my mind because originally i did NOT want to add plot to it, however i think it will be funny if...yknow...i make the silly slice of life au have something else :3

ALSO FROM NOW ON ALL THE COMICS WILL BE ON GRAY SCALE!!!!!!

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“He didn’t know when, but at some point he’d developed feelings for the golden prince. Cross assumed that the prince wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings. For now, all he could do was protect Dream from any harm.”

Transcending Time by @jann-the-bean

Happy birthday to you, Jann!!╰(*´︶`*)╯☆

I hold your wonderful works close to my heart, and it was a big pleasure for me to illustrate one of my favorite scenes that never ceases to warm my soul and cheeks (༶ૢ˃̵̑◡˂̵̑༶ૢ)♪

All thanks to @help-im-a-gay-fish for bringing us together with such a sweet idea! <3

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aylish91 · 1 year

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New chapter incoming!!

Sea Of Hope Chapter 8

Previous Next SOH Master Grandmaster

This masterful piece of art was done by @aoi-kanna as a commission. They are truly talented and I appreciate all the hard work they put into making this for me. Go check them out, they are absolutely wonderful!!!

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While Axe checked you over, Edge grabbed Red by the back of the neck and stormed down the main hatch, loudly yelling at the rest of the crew to mind their own business as they scurried out of his way. For the most part, Red's protests went unheard as he was dragged down the steep steps. Blue, on the other hand, had hesitantly approached Papyrus, whispering something before they too turned and headed past the hatch, disappearing through a pair of doors into the upper levels of the ship.

The clearing of a throat had you tensing and pressing closer to Axe. Black had once again gotten closer than you were comfortable with, standing only a couple paces away. “AS HEARTWARMING AS THIS IS, IT IS QUICKLY BECOMING LATE AND THE LADY STILL NEEDS ADEQUATE DRESS. MY BROTHER’S COAT IS HARDLY A FITTING SUBSTITUTE.”

Rus chuckled beside him. However, when he made to comment, a look from Black had him looking down instead.

Axe narrowed his sockets. “Don’t know where you’re planning on get’n somethin. Ain’t exactly swimmin in extras and you’ve refused to mend mine so I could give it to her.”

Black scoffed. “YOU FAILED TO MENTION IT WAS FOR YOUR MARKED. YOU HAVE ALSO YET TO COMPLETE THE TASK I ASKED OF YOU. I DID NOT SEE THE POINT IN TURNING IN YOUR FAVOR WHEN MY OWN HAD BEEN UNMET.”

“Been busy.”

“AS WE’VE ALL.”

Something shifted in the air, both of their eyelights brightening. Rus glared, moving closer to his brother. It took Crooks placing a hand on Axe’s shoulder for the two to back down.

“Petty bastard.”

“WHEN IT SUITS ME.” With a flourish of a hand and a half step back, he indicated the direction of the doors, continuing to meet Axe’s gaze. “NOW, I BELIEVE WE SHOULD ATTEMPT TO FIND SOMETHING MORE SUITABLE UNTIL NEXT WE MAKE PORT. SURELY YOU CAN AGREE IT WOULD BE IN EVERYONE’S BEST INTEREST.”

“Fine, but we’re not leadin’.” You could hear the creak of Axe’s teeth.

“OF COURSE.” With a tight turn, Black nodded, marching forward with Rus trailing behind with a wink. "AS YOU WISH."

Axe refused to move at first, tugging his empty socket and prompting a sighing Crooks to nudge you both. "I Know You Don’t Like Him, But He Is Fair.”

“Bastard never does anything fer free.”

“And Yet, He Has A Point.”

Neither you nor Axe was reassured but allowed him to guide you forward regardless. Crewmen brave enough to linger eyed your group with various degrees of emotion. When a dog monster growled, another was quick to slap the back of their head, nervously hunching at a glare from both of your skeleton friends. You tried not to show your fear or your growing limp as you passed, hoping Rus' long coat hid what you couldn’t. It didn't seem like a good idea to show weakness around others. The watchful eyes and aggressive postures spoke volumes to your already heightened nerves. Entering the ship did nothing to ease your discomfort.

It felt cramped and pressing despite having more than enough space and light. Unlike the previous ship, several lanterns lit the expanse leaving no ominous shadows or darkened areas. You could easily see all the doors lining the walls as well as the beautifully carved and decorated windowed doors marking the end of the hall. Rus waited near the last door on the left.

It was calm and warm, but you couldn’t shake off the feelings of danger.

“Ya c’n go inside Darlin. Milord’s wait’n.” Rus stood to the side, motioning you inside the now open door.

You looked to your companions. While Axe kept his eyelight on Rus, Crooks’ soft smile and nod gave you enough of a boost to cautiously cross the threshold. It smelled of lavender tinted with something you couldn’t quite place, the overall size relatively small. What looked like a narrow modified canopy bed connected to the wall was on your right. In front of you, under a single window, was a rather lovely desk intricately carved with polished knobs. To your immediate left was an open decorative chest shoved in the corner. Everything was of exquisite taste and quality, from the bedding and carvings on the furniture to the upholstery on the chair at the desk. The few trinkets left out were of fine gold or silver with glistening jewels.

You jumped when the door closed behind you. Axe nor Crooks had made it inside. It had your stomach rolling with nerves. You did not anticipate having the others closed out. Having Black now between you and the only exit made it worse. His eyelights were too bright.

Didn’t Rus call him a lord...?

Your chest tightened at his approach, making sure to lower your gaze.

“TRUE TO MY WORD, THAT HORROR’S GARMENT HAS BEEN MENDED. HAD I KNOWN IT WAS FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS, I NEVER WOULD HAVE HELD ONTO IT.” In his hands was a large linen shirt, neatly folded and dark in color. Holding it out, he offered it to you. “PUT IT ON. I WILL ADJUST IT AS NEEDED AFTER.”

You froze, intently focusing on the simple article of cloth. Was he expecting you to do it here and now? In front of him? Wasn’t it bad enough you were laid bare in front of all those on the deck, or stars, when you pressed yourself against Blue? At least Axe had good reason to see you. Multiple! To willingly undress now in the presence of a man other than your husband...

By the angel, what would Axe think of all this?

Black must have noticed your silent panicked uncertainty when you didn’t immediately take it. Clearing his throat, something in his tone changed. “I SHALL, OF COURSE, REFRAIN FROM LOOKING WHILE YOU DO SO. YOU MAY LEAVE MY BROTHER’S COAT ON THE CHAIR WHEN YOU ARE READY.”

It was hard not to squirm. While that was greatly appreciated, it still felt uncomfortable. Could you trust his word? You hardly knew the man. Perhaps things may have felt different if the room wasn’t quite so stifling or the door hadn’t been shut so suddenly.

Luckily, heavy thumps in the hall distracted Black enough for him to hand you the garment himself, squinting at the door behind him. He was just about to speak again when another set of thumps sounded, this time shaking the door. Growling, he finally turned when the muffled voices following the noise got angrier.

You really didn’t want to do this right now. Not here. Not with all the uncertainties surrounding you.

Taking a slow breath in, you let it out. The sooner you changed, the sooner you could be rid of these unsettling feelings. With unsteady fingers twitching against the fabric as you took one last glance at Black’s back.

One more breath.

The sound of your rattling bones was louder without the security of the coat. Placing it on the chair, you did your best to quickly dress.

The feeling of fabric against your bones was surprisingly comforting as you pulled it over your head. True to Axe’s size, the shirt almost went to your knees. It was so large the fabric pooled on your much smaller frame and reminded you of the nightgowns you used to wear back at the manor.

If only it wasn’t so short.

Though your more private areas were covered, it was not good for a lady to show so much… leg. You tugged at the hem, the sleeves threatening to engulf your hands.

“I’m dressed, my lord.”

A calculated breath was your only answer before his eyelights found you, fuzzy with a slight warble. You had to second guess if you had seen them correctly, for the next moment they were back to their bright and sharp orbs. Getting closer, they traveled over you as he hummed, the heel of his boots clicking as he circled. If you had hair, it would have stood on end at the subtle brush of his hand against your back.

“AS I EXPECTED.”

You startled, yelping when he came around to lightly grip your hips. Instinctively, your hands came to your chest from the forwardness, sockets wide. He paid no mind, eyelights intent on the bunched fabric. He only let go to pull a satin rope from his pocket.

You squeaked again when he reached around you to wrap it around your waist.

“MUCH BETTER. HOWEVER," His gloved hands touched your elbows, slowly moving up your arms to grasp your hands for inspection. “YOUR MAGIC. IT IS MUCH TOO THIN…” He turned them over. “Hmmmmm. Knowing Him…”

Your chest clenched. He was close enough you could feel his ambient heat and wisps of breath.

Before Black could say or do anything else, his door nearly burst off its hinges, a very aggravated Axe forcing it open. Black pulled you into him with a snarl, eyelights vanishing with the click of his teeth. Stuck in a headlock was a disgruntled Rus, resigned to the hold around his neck.

You didn’t know if you could physically handle any more stress.

“BY THE ANGEL, YOU WILL REPLACE THAT LOCK IF YOU HAVE BROKEN IT!”

Axe’s voice was low, grin tight as he took in the scene. “Don’t appreciate the closed door, Black. Hell ya think yer doin’ in here?”

Black placed you behind him, grumbling a growl. “AS I STATED EARLIER, I HAVE GIVEN HER SOMETHING TO ADEQUATELY COVER HERSELF UNTIL WE CAN PROCURE SOMETHING MORE FITTING.”

Axe narrowed his sockets at Black’s squared shoulders. For a split second, you could see the red orb of his eyelight flick over the man in front of you before it focused on you.

“Sure that's all ya were doin’?”

The fabric of Black’s gloves creaked. “IF YOU MUST KNOW, I WAS INSPECTING HER MAGIC FLOW. I’M NO EXPERT, BUT EVEN I CAN TELL IT’S RUNNING LOW. A MORE IMPORTANT QUESTION WOULD BE, WHY HAVEN’T YOU—”

“I’ve been doin’ exactly what I need ta be. Don’t need ta explain myself either.” Rus stumbled into the room when Axe unceremoniously released him to motion to you. “Now, if yer done?”

With a snarl, Black pointed a finger. “NOW SEE HERE YOU–”

Instinctually, you reached out, stopping just before Black’s arm. “My lord, I!” You faltered at his abrupt attention, pulling back to dip your head in respect. “I thank you for your kindness, but I should return to my lord husband before any more misunderstandings occur.”

His eyelights stuttered. “I, I BEG YOUR PARDON?”

There was a beat of awkward silence before Axe broke into heavy laughter, the loudest and deepest you’ve heard from him. It was enough to warm your cheeks as he beckoned you out and away from the room. Black gaped, slack-jawed and sputtering as you passed. You were already being guided onto the deck by the time he was able to call out one last time from his doorway.

“AXE! YOU WILL… THAT… YOU WILL EXPLAIN YOURSELF!”

Axe only laughed harder, closing the doors behind you.

The sun had mostly set by the time you stepped out into the humid sea air. You would have done anything in the past to be able to look up, out, and around but Axe was swift in guiding you down the main hatch. You didn’t want to linger longer than necessary anyway.

You didn’t have Rus’s coat to hide under.

You were grateful for the darkness once you were under. The lanterns were farther spread, some empty of light altogether. It helped ease your mind against the wandering eyes. Most gathered under the brightest lamps, playing cards at makeshift tables, drinking, and socializing while others lounged in hammocks hanging interspersed between the canons. While some watched you pass, Axe was surprisingly good at slipping through the darkest areas to avoid the unwanted attention.

The closer you got to the front of the ship, the fewer people there were until you came upon barrels and crates stacked near and around an area quartered off by familiar heavy sheets. You could even recognize the stack you and Blue had hidden next to, the sheet on that side still halfway pulled down. Axe was kind enough to hold the flap for you to enter.

Finally, you were able to relax the tension out of your shoulders and pained joints. You wanted to climb back into the hammock and rest your aching pelvis, maybe snuggle against Axe and his warmth. The way he moved about though had you gingerly sitting on his stool, setting it upright from where it had been knocked over.

You wondered when that had occurred. What happened after you had been taken?

...

A quiet curse had you looking back at Axe as he re-fastened the makeshift wall. There were a few more rips in it than you remembered. If he had any sewing supplies, you would have to mend them. It was the least you could do as thanks.

You let out a slow breath, peering down at your clenched fists. They were cold and stiff on your lap. Black had been interested in them. The lot of them had been interested in general, but he had seemed so focused.

Your voice was soft, hesitant as you summoned the courage to speak. “Axe? I have so many questions, but I’m afraid… I don’t know if I’m allowed to ask.”

Axe chuckled. “Don’t gotta be afraid with me, Dove. It’s good ta ask questions around here. The more ya know the better, good or bad. Don’t let anyone tell ya otherwise.”

You picked at the hem of the shirt, smoothing it down as much as you could. “Is that true?" Axe simply grunted. Collecting yourself, you forced yourself to ask the questions burning your mind. "What is a Banthos? What does it mean to be one? And what did Black mean when he said my magic was too thin? I don’t have magic. I’m not… I’m not even a monster.”

It was hard not to flinch when, from your peripherals, you saw him stop. His voice had become more serious but thankfully still soft.

“The hell yer not. Listen, I don’t know what you’ve been told, where ya come from, or what ya been through. But you’re as much of a monster as the rest of us. You’re made of magic and hope just like me.” He came over to place your hand in his scarred one, taking a knee to look directly into your sockets. “We’re the same. Dust and all. It don’t matter about anything else. As fer your magic,” he rubbed his face with a frustrated sigh, “let me worry about that. Just know ya got it and I’m gonna make damn sure ta get it where it needs ta be.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, but it sent a comforting feeling to your chest. He was always so warm. It reminded you of your mother.

Nodding, you were about to ask about your first question when footsteps interrupted you. Axe stood, moving between you and the flap.

“AXE, IT IS GETTING LATE. I HAVE TAKEN THE LIBERTY OF PREPARING SANS’ ROOM FOR THE LITTLE MISS. I HOPE YOU HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN.”

Axe only slightly relaxed at the sound of Papyrus’ voice, not moving but calling out to the other skeleton. “I can take her when we’re ready. Just got a few–” he bristled when Papyrus entered and smiled down at you, hand twitching at his side –“more things ta take care of.”

“AND WHAT MIGHT THAT BE SO I MAY HELP?” When Axe only grumbled, Papyrus took it upon himself to continue. “WELL, WHILE YOU FIGURE THINGS OUT, I SHALL MAKE SURE TO GET HER SAFELY TO HER NEW LODGINGS.”

You both tensed. “Papyrus. Paps. At least let things settle before ya drag er away. You saw Sans. I don’t trust him.”

Papyrus looked a little sheepish at the accusation. “I UNDERSTAND YOUR CONCERN, BUT I HAVE FAITH THAT THIS WILL WORK. I MYSELF WILL KEEP AN EYE ON THINGS IF I MUST. He Means Well. NOT THAT, THAT IS AN EXCUSE FOR HIS TERRIBLE BEHAVIOR.” He came forward to place a hand on Axe’s shoulder, humble and pleading. “WON’T YOU AT LEAST TRUST ME?”

You couldn’t place the look that crossed Axe’s face from the question, the red orb of his eyelight quaking until his free hand brushed the edges of his empty socket. “That’s cheat’n…” There was a heaviness to the silence.

When Axe’s shoulders sagged, Papyrus gave him back his space. “All WILL BE WELL. I’M SURE OF IT.”

You were uncertain as to what you needed to do, but before you could stand, Axe nudged you back down. With the reluctance of a stubborn cat, he then went about gathering items he had deemed yours, going so far as draping his favored blanket over your shoulders. When all was said and done, you were left with a surprisingly intricate box full of puzzles, Axe’s blanket, and an affectionate nuzzle to your neck.

It was with a heavy heart and a glowing face that you eventually followed Papyrus back out into the darkness.

You did your best to keep up with his long strides, missing Axe’s purposely slowed gait. You could feel the grinding strain on your pelvis and lower joints with each step. You focused on the clack of your feet to keep your mind off the aching. Papyrus was already several steps ahead of you when he got to the steps.

Blessedly, he turned to wait for you.

It was embarrassing how out of breath you had become from such a short distance, especially when you knew you didn’t technically need to breathe. You were even more so when Papyrus cocked his head to look you over with a contemplative hum.

His smile was kind. “MY APOLOGIES MISS. I KNEW YOU WERE IN ROUGH SHAPE, BUT I HADN’T REALIZED…” He glanced up the steps. “PERHAPS IT WOULD BE BETTER FOR ME TO HELP.”

Without so much as a warning, he picked you up and draped you across both of his arms. You almost dropped your box, squeaking in surprise as he ascended to the deck. Your mind and tongue had stopped working from the suddenness. Though Axe had carried you once before and had moved you a few times, you didn’t quite know what to think of this stranger picking you up so nonchalantly. It was as if it was the most normal thing in the world for him, smile just as polite and kind as before.

With him carrying you, it took little time to cross the rest of the way back through the double doors and down to the end of the hall. Standing in front of the windowed doors, you were only jostled a little when he turned the knob. He used his boot to kick it open the rest of the way with a bang, making you flinch when the glass shook precariously.

You thought you saw a flash of blue, but when you looked, there was nothing there but a railed raised platform with an extravagant-looking bed, windows lining the entirety of the back wall.

You shuddered. It smelled overwhelmingly of snow and cold rain.

Scrunching his nasal ridge, Papyrus walked around a heavy round table with a scattering of papers and a lantern. Stepping onto the platform, he carefully set you down, turning to furiously rip the blankets off the bed to ball and fling them across the room with a fwump.

“FORGIVE MY IDIOT OF A BROTHER. I WILL BE HAVING A TALK WITH HIM ABOUT APPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR LATER. FOR NOW, I’M AFRAID THIS WILL HAVE TO DO. AT LEAST THE BED IS EXCEPTIONALLY COMFORTABLE.” He put his hand down to pat the mattress. “IT IS A GIMBAL BED, MADE WITH LARGER MONSTERS IN MIND SO YOU WILL HAVE PLENTY OF SPACE AND WON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THE TIPPING OF THE SHIP.”

When you didn’t move, he gently ushered you to sit before making his way to the windows. It was so dark now that the light from the lamp effectively turned them into mirrors. You were grateful, too afraid to look through them. To your relief, Papyrus closed the many curtains for each once. Once done, he gently took your box and stood at the end of the bed, bowing slightly from the waist.

“I WOULD STAY TO HELP YOU SETTLE, BUT I UNFORTUNATELY HAVE OTHER DUTIES I NEED TO TAKE CARE OF AT THIS TIME. BUT DO NOT FEAR, I WILL MAKE SURE SOMEONE WILL BE BY IN THE MORNING TO BRING YOU SOME TEA AND BREAKFAST AND TO WELCOME YOU.” Walking away, he stopped to place your box on the table and extinguish the lantern. “SLEEP WELL MISS.”

With a wave, he picked up the bundle of discarded blankets and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

…

It was frightening, alone in the dark.

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