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megistusdiary · 2 years

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wait AKAJJA i just remembered it’s one chara per ask LOL so one of them is pranking reader …probably childe tbh that mf is like “u sure i’m not ur pretty inazuma boy” or wtv 👾👾👾

oo okay this is a very interesting concept. i have a little idea on what to do with it >:]

i kind of wrote a lot of plot and like barely any of the prompt i am so sorry 🙏

warnings: dom!childe and sub!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

blindfolds, oral/fingering (sub!receiving), hair pulling (dom!receiving), thoma and ayato are here, mentions of multiple lovers, childe calls you 'printsessa' and 'girlie,' soft childe, banter during sex lol

you had been invited to visit the kamisato estate over your brief spring break. you accepted graciously, of course, eager to see the sakura blooms and the kamisatos once again after long travels away from them.

the minute you had arrived at their gates, your bags were pulled off your shoulders, carried in by the kamisatos' servants. as per usual, thoma was waiting to greet you, escorting you in gingerly and asking you about your travels.

he brought you directly to ayaka and ayato, who were both enjoying tea and awaiting your arrival. it was unusual to see ayato away from work but seemingly guarded. though you paid it little attention when ayaka enveloped you into a hug, squeezing your sides lightly.

"come in, sit!" she urged you and thoma, pulling you by your sleeve to rest on a pillow next to her as thoma sat next to ayato. throughout the duration of tea-time ayato had said little more than "it's nice to see you again" and that there was a room prepared for you.

ayaka engaged you in discussions primarily about snezhnaya, and that handsome harbinger you met. "is he really that good looking?" she wrinkled her nose, covering her expression with the tea cup. this coaxed you to giggle as thoma and ayato discussed something amongst themselves.

you leaned in towards ayaka's ear, cupping your hand around your mouth. "between you and me, i can't wait to go back and visit him. he is just as handsome as they say." this caused ayaka to let out a gasp, tapping your shoulder.

once the teapot had been finished and refilled twice, ayato allowed ayaka to drag you off, pulling you out of the room before you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes.

after what seemed like hours of walks, garden strolls, dancing, and reading, it seemed it was finally time for ayaka to go to bed. you bid her goodnight, bowing your head respectfully and allowing her to close her door.

before you could go to your room, you were stopped by ayato calling out your name softly.

"lord kamisato? is something wrong?"

"no need to be so formal." ayato chuckled, covering his lips with the back of his hand. "and, no, there is just something i need to show you." he held his arm out in a gentlemanly fashion, allowing you to walk next to him as he guided you through the halls.

he paused at a mysterious looking door, one you had never seen before. "what's this?" you asked him.

"the guest room." he slowly moved apart from you, taking a piece of silk from his pocket. "do you trust me?" he asked.

you arched an eyebrow at him, staring at his gloved hands gently unfolding the cloth. "that depends on what you're asking me to do."

"consider it a game of sorts. somebody is very eager to see you again."

you pursed your lips. that could have been anyone. truthfully, it was no secret you had taken a few different lovers throughout your travels. from mondstat to sumeru and even in liyue briefly. not many had made it into your bed, however. but it made you wonder who exactly was behind that door.

ayato was speaking to thoma earlier, perhaps it was their housemaid? oh, how you were so fond of thoma. the last time you visited, he personally escorted you around inazuma, showing you all the best spots to watch the sunset or where to buy the best fruits. he was such a sweet boy.

"can't you tell me who it is?" you asked him, prompting him to shake his head. "why not?"

"it's a surprise. all good things come with time, be patient." he suddenly paused, brushing hairs away from your face. "if you do not wish to partake, you don't have to. it was a personal request of theirs. i only said i would offer."

you contemplated your options. regardless of who was behind that door, it had been some time since you had felt pleasure in that way. it had also been a while since you had seen many of your previous partners, and oh, what a lovely surprise it would be if ayato offered to host them.

"okay." you obliged, turning around so he could tie the cloth over your eyes securely.

"if you change your mind, there is a bell underneath the pillow. ring it, and i will come." ayato whispered in your ear, placing his lips briefly onto your upper cheek before fading away. you heard him slide the door open, pushing you in carefully, and closing it behind you.

"hello?" you called out meekly, feeling the room oddly empty. you went quiet when you heard footsteps across the room, feeling the person approach you. fingers ghosted across your cheeks, stopping under your chin.

the person made no noise as their hands explored your body, sliding down your sides and tickling you slightly. the hands were large as they rested on your hips, pulling you across the room.

you landed on a soft mattress, some type of bed as you adjusted your body. you felt a weight press down on you, lips trailing down your neck as you gasped.

"who- are you?" you asked the person. they felt so familiar, but you couldn't put a finger on who it was.

the person stayed silent, pressing a finger to your lips as they slowly moved down your body, playing with the ties holding your robes together.

your breath grew shaky, thighs rubbing together as the person placed kisses on your clothed inner thighs. "please-" you begged, pushing your hips up towards the person.

from what you could tell, it was a man. there were not many men you had close relations with, and you paused to contemplate your options.

the most obvious choice was, of course, thoma. so, why not give it a shot?

"thoma?" you called out, feeling the person still, hands frozen on the ties of your robe. "thoma?" you tried again. "is that you?"

you heard soft, silent chuckles, feeling the gentle vibrations against your leg. the person moved upwards, resting their chest against yours. "you really think i'm that inazuman pretty-boy? i'm hurt, girlie."

your breath hitched, hearing him laugh as your lips parted. "childe? what are you doing here?"

"well, a little birdie told me you were on your way around teyvat, and you just so happened to have a stop planned at the kamisato estate. despite what people think, i regard lord kamisato highly. and, well, i knew if i received an invitation to visit from him personally, i would just have to visit. to be diplomatic." he grinned against your neck as you scoffed.

"so you chased me down to inazuma just so you could bed me?"

"...precisely."

"you are insufferable."

"but you love me, don't you?" he almost sounded, whiny when he asked you, moving to hold your chin and swipe a thumb over your lips.

"of course i do." you relented, smiling. "i just thought you would always be too busy to see me."

"never for the people i love." childe hummed, leaning down to capture your lips.

he moved downwards, finally reaching the ties and carefully pulling them undone. "i am so grateful you enjoy visiting inazuma. you always look divine in these." childe commented as you laughed.

he carefully removed the silk from your body, unwrapping you like a gift as he traced his fingers down your body. they were slightly calloused from his bow string, gently dragging over your sides and thighs.

you felt him hook a finger into your undergarments, allowing the band to snap against your skin. he carefully tugged them down your legs, flinging them off of you and somewhere into the room. he moved your legs to rest on his shoulders, folding them up as he slid between your thighs.

you bit your lip, feeling his breath hit your unclothed skin as you shivered. your fingers moved to sweep through his hair, carding through the soft strands. you gripped them tightly once you felt him press a kiss to your clit.

"fuck-" you whimpered, feeling his tongue swipe across your slit. your hips bucked involuntarily, head tipping back against the pillow as he used the tip of his tongue to circle your clit.

he moved his fingers to spread your lips open, staring at you until your face turned hot from embarrassment. "childe, come on." you plead, canting your hips up towards him. you were rewarded as he moved his tongue back to playing with the bundle of nerves, moving one of his hands to swipe through your folds.

"you're so cute, printsessa. so wet, just for me, hm? or was it for thoma? you were expecting him after all."

your thighs shook as he circled your hole with his tongue, playing with your clit with his digits. you shook your head rapidly, denying his accusations as he grinned against you.

"then why haven't you taken that blindfold off? seems you're imagining it to be him."

"i can't because- ah!" you were cut off as he stuck his tongue into you, bucking your hips. "ayato tied it too tight-" you whined, moving a hand to tug at the cloth until it finally broke and came loose, fluttering to the floor.

your eyes struggled to adjust to the light until you were met with the sight of the ginger man betweeen your legs. your hands returned to his hair, playing with the orange strands and closing your eyes.

he suddenly wriggled his tongue in you, petting your clit to soothe you as you tugged at his strands. a particularly harsh tug had him moaning into you, causing you to shiver. he pulled away, breathless and starry-eyed. "do that again."

"what?" you asked, dazed and trembling.

"my hair, pull my hair." he begged as you obliged, tugging on the strands in a firm but not harsh way as he tipped his head back.

"you...like that?" you asked, watching him nod, going back between your thighs. you continued to pull at his fluffy hair, feeling his groans vibrating against you and pushing you closer to the edge.

he carefully moved his fingers to collect your slick, pushing one into you and watching your face contort. the moment you adjusted, he inserted another, stretching you out. you keened as he pressed into the spongy spot inside of you, abusing it until you were a shaking mess on the bedspread.

you tried to warn him, tapping his cheeks and whining out that you were close. he doubled his efforts, cirling your clit and crooking his fingers until you came, black spots dancing in your vision and breath knocked out of you.

it took you a minute to recover, laying limply against the mattress and hands trembling on his head still.

childe came into view, licking his lips and smirking down at you. "so, can you blame me for coming all the way here from snezhnaya now?"

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numberonephantompizza1 · 3 years

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Poppy Fanfic: “Ask Her”

For context: This is a fanfic I wrote in order to join the Poppy Milk dev team and show off my writing skills. Since the callout at the time said we’d need to write a lot of sidequests, I wanted to ask the question of what a Poppy-centered side-quest would be like. I got the idea that it would be from an Asker’s perspective, and everything sort of came naturally after that. Even though I’m on the dev team right now, it’s not canon to Omega Timeline: Poppy’s Story and even has some inaccuracies that contradict canon. With that said, please feel free to read the story below the cut.

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You noticed something very different inside your room when you woke up. The lights were off and the sun hadn’t yet risen, but there was a certain… aura, coming from your door. You were filled with a certain trepidation, but… you approached it. It was hard to see in the light, but it looked… grey.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you stepped through...

...and found about the last person you would’ve expected. The spitting image of Frisk - CORE!Frisk, that was, looking up at you, in the middle of a white void.

“Wh- You’re real?!” you asked, dumbfounded.

“Of course I’m real. Have you been taking all this multiverse stuff for granted? Everything is real somewhere,” Core answered, simply.

“I… I don’t… and you, me…” you panted, starting to feel a small panic attack coming on.

“Focus,” Core snapped their fingers, grounding you back in reality. Okay, this was happening now.

“Let’s get down to business. Simply: you don’t like me. And I don’t like you. But we BOTH like Poppy. Poppy, my dear, sweet angel… has unfortunately recently come to the realization that Askers ALSO exist in the multiverse. And now she wants to do a ‘meet n’ greet’ with one of her fans. Trust me, I TRIED to talk her out of it, but she can be darn persuasive when she wants to be. And as you’re now realizing, that’s where you come in.

“I wanna make you a deal. You play along with whatever Poppy wants until she gets bored of this. If you’re on your best behavior - and that means, don’t give her anything bad, don’t tell her anything you KNOW she shouldn’t know, don’t use any magic, and be a general good influence - if you play nice, in exchange, I will allow you to hang out with ANY resident of the Omega Timeline.

“Want to spend a day full of wacky hijinks with a Papyrus, or even an Underswap Sans? Consider it done. Want to know how Deltarune Chapter 2 plays out ahead of time? I know a Susie with your name on it. Whatever you want, so long as you play by the rules, and don’t ask for anyone obviously ridiculous. So… do we have ourselves a deal?”

You contemplated that offer, and everything that was happening, trying to suppress your inner urge to geek out for just a few moments. The Omega Timeline, Poppy, and all the AU’s you could think of and more were real. And you just got an invitation to visit them.

“Yeah, of course!” you nodded excitedly, though your enthusiasm only seemed to make Core more anxious.

“Don’t make me regret this…” Core sighed, as the whiteness seemed to melt away into a cozy-looking house with wooden floors and lime walls, where you were standing directly outside of a white door. Core seemed to have disappeared.

Technically, there was nothing stopping you from exploring. So you did just that. You walked up to a shelf with some family photos. One was a photo of Poppy, Core, Dusted and Rust all together, in some meadow, looking happy. At least, you assumed Dusted and Rust were happy, they didn’t show up well on camera. There was another photo of Poppy alone, looking somewhat younger than she did on the blog, seated on a chair in a photo that looked far more staged. She held an actual poppy flower in her hand and smiled brightly.

You opened the cabinet doors, curious of what knick-knacks you might find in there. Some crayons, a few random glass cups, some art by 3-year-old Poppy that was so poorly done its meaning was hard to decipher, and a locked box. You reached for the box--

“Getting a bit sidetracked, aren’t we?”

You jolted up, and faced Core behind you. Even though they were child-sized, they crossed their arms with the poise and authority of a stern parent. You laughed anxiously. “Ahahaha… ahaha… ha……..”

“...Strike one.” Core said, and vanished. The meaning of that was all-too clear. Deciding not to dilly dally any longer, you went to the room you suspected to be Poppy’s, and knocked.

“Just a sec!” Poppy said, and opened the door. She looked up at you, and gasped. “Wow, Granpa really did come through…!” She twirled excitedly. “You must be my adoring fan, aren’t you?” she asked.

You stared down at the girl in stunned silence.

“To be honest, I kinda figured you’d be some gray guy with sunglasses, but that’s kinda silly in hindsight. How you doin’?” She asked that last line in a mock accent as you continued to stare.

“Baby,” you said.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you quickly tried to change the subject. “Yeah, it’s… y’know, it’s great to be here…” You clasped your hands together, biting your lip. You were in an Undertale AU, faced with the AU granddaughter of another AU character. You still weren’t entirely over that. Was this fever dream? Fandom heaven, or fandom hell?

“I know! Once I heard you guys weren’t from the Omega Timeline, I realized I hadn’t met even ONE of my fans… even if you guys are super annoying some of the time.”

“Uhhh, yeah…” you wondered if you should apologize on behalf of the askers who put Poppy in the hospital that one time. Then again, it seemed kind of awkward, and it might have been best not to bring that up while Core was watching, which was always. Looking down at the cutesy girl, it was almost tempting to pull her into a hug, but you managed to keep your composure.

“I wanted to do something a little more special than just some sorta interview, though, because you ask me questions all the time anyways,” Poppy said. “Granpa said you’ve never been to the Omega Timeline before, so I wanna give you the big tour!” Poppy went to the door. “I’m gonna be outside when you’re ready!” She left the room.

Seeing the empty room in front of you, you were tempted to snoop again, but you’d learned your lesson after last time. You headed straight out after Poppy.

You couldn’t help but gasp in awe of the serenity of the great outdoors as you were beckoned to it. You’d been outside before, obviously, but everything just looked so… nice. The blue sky, the grassy grounds, the ornate buildings… you’ve seen this place in pixel art and a couple drawings before, but seeing it with your own eyes was another story. And the next thing for you to nearly faint at was seeing the Undertale characters running around, Sanses, Undynes, Frisks, even goat moms.

Poppy smiled. “...It’s nice, isn’t it? I KNEW taking you on a tour was a good idea.” She smirked. “Now remember, just because this is a meet-up doesn’t mean it’s free, and there WILL be a fee at the end of our ride.”

“...Uh… I left my wallet at home,” you said, patting your pockets, “And I don’t have any, uh... ‘G,’ I think. Unless the G stands for ‘Gratitude,’ amiright?” you did finger guns.

“G stands for Gold,” Poppy corrected you bluntly, unamused. She returned to her chipper attitude just as quickly, though. “Now, let me show you around!” She led you down the street.

Walking with her, seeing so many versions of your favorite characters in the flesh, walking around… well, the temptation to talk to SOME of them was irresistible, Core be damned. You did resolve not to go too far off-track, but you shared some words with the folks you passed by, Poppy thankfully stopping each time you did. You met two Frisks - one boy, one ambiguous - an Underswap Undyne, a human version of Toriel, and surprisingly, a version of Princess Peach.

You and Poppy approached an elegant fountain, stood upon proudly by a statue of a mustachio’d CORE!Frisk. “This is the Timeline Plaza! It’s sort of the local park, where people meet up to do... stuff. Just hang out. Make a picnic. Play ball. All that good park-y stuff, y’know? And there’s stores in all directions, so it’s pretty good.” She proudly showed off her home to you, with a smile.

You talked to more on the way to the next place. An Inverted Fate Papyrus. A weird Ralsei who said his name was “Noyno.” An Asgore wearing a hoodie, who you assumed was swapped with Sans. (Poppy did scold you a little bit for this, telling you that just because someone has a hoodie you shouldn’t assume they’re swapped. You apologized.)

“This is Grillby’s! One of them, anyways. The nearest one to my house. It’s pretty good if you want an OK burger. Sanses love the place, though. It’s… kind of unhealthy. And a little gross.” Poppy said. “Especially when they just drink… raw… ketchup.”

“Can’t handle a little ketchup?” you smiled mischievously. “We drink it by the gallon back in my universe,” you lied.

“...I really hope you’re joking,” Poppy said, alarmed.

“Am I?” you smiled brighter.

“...W-well, we’re not going in there, so you can FORGET about drinking that much ketchup!” Poppy said, afraid of the sheer power of your ketchup-drinking.

You and Poppy moved onto the next spot. You met an Underswap Alphys who seemed to be trapped in a red-and-gold palette. You met a robot dressed as a circus ringmaster, who claimed to be a Chara. You met a Dummy dressed in a Frisk shirt. (You didn’t assume it was swapped with Frisk this time, which turned out to be a mistake, because it was.) Poppy stared at you awkwardly now, wondering why you were talking to all these random strangers. Finally, you and Poppy reached your next destination.

“The theater! Where we show off all the greatest hits! Including MY movie, which, not to brag, but it’s--”

Except, you’d been distracted by a hyperdeath Asriel, and were ignoring Poppy for the moment.

“...” Poppy spoke up. “That’s what I don’t get about you.”

“Huh?” that seemed to wake you up, and you looked at her.

“Everytime it’s always, ‘have you met Underswap Sans,’ or ‘have you met JangoTale Frisk,’ or some other weird thing. You always ask that. But… they’re just people. Why do you always assume I know some random Sans or Frisk or someone?”

“I…” you were a bit taken aback. “...I don’t… we don’t assume you know them, they’re just… they’re just important.”

“Important?” She asked. “...I-I mean, yeah, EVERYONE’s important, but, I don’t really get what you mean…”

“They’re all--” You paused, trying to collect your thoughts, think of everything you knew from the blog, and tried to actually talk to her. “...They’re like friends to me. Kinda.”

“...You guys are friends with them? I thought you were stuck in your world…” she frowned.

“No, it’s like-- I’m not ‘friends’ with Underswap Frisk, or-- or Storyshift Frisk, or Shifty or whatever, I’m just friends with… Frisk.”

...Poppy stared at you like you just said the ground was turning to jelly, or something equally bafflingly inane. “...I… think you’re confused. Look, sometimes newcomers struggle with this. Your Frisk isn’t the only Frisk--”

“I know! It’s… You don’t get it. This world, these worlds are so special and creative, and they mean a lot to me. I know we can be really edgy, and I know we ask weird questions about Dusted and Rust, but that’s all because… because...” you paused.

Poppy looked, seeming upset about hearing her siblings mentioned in the context of ‘edgy’ questions, not seeing what you were seeing. Core, standing behind her, holding up a hand signal.

The number two.

You were getting carried away. You overstepped.

“...Um… I’m sorry.” You pulled her into a hug as Core vanished. “There’s really no reason for us to ask those questions. We can just be dumb sometimes.”

“...” She hugged back. “Yeah, it’s okay. I knew you guys were super weird and dumb before I convinced Granpa to let you in here, so I guess I should’ve seen this coming,” Poppy smiled, regaining her confidence as you did your best to not be offended at being called weird and dumb.

“Okay! I think I have just one last stop in mind to cap this tour off on a high note! Literally, hehehe…” She giggled mischievously. This time, you didn’t stop to talk to others, following her directly as you approached a peak overlooking the town. For yet another time, and probably the last, you couldn’t help but ogle at the town’s beauty. “Pretty good, right?” She sat down.

“Ha… with all the climbing, I was worried we’d fall down a mountain,” you joked. Poppy seemed to roll her eyes, as you sat beside her. “...I guess I get how you can call this place home. I mean, once I stop nerding out, anyways. You don’t see stuff like this in my… reality.”

“Just gallons and gallons of ketchup, huh?” she commented. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah.”

And you two just stared into the distance for a while. ...She wasn’t just a character. She was a human being.

...Or, technically just a ‘being,’ scratch the human part. Still, you felt a bit desensitized to all this. And so did she. You related in that way.

“I can’t say you exactly passed with flying colors, but you fulfilled your end of the agreement well enough.”

Without any warning, you were back in a white void with CORE!Frisk, just like before. You almost forgot about the deal you made, what with all the time you spent with Poppy. You stood.

“Uh… yeah. So, my reward…” you drifted off, remembering the offer Core gave you. The chance to meet just about any AU character of your imagining… or at least, any that would be peaceful enough to be in the Omega Timeline. Which still left a WIDE variety of options…

Who did you want to see? What mattered most to you?

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Thinking deeply… you told Core their name.

“...Oh. Really? Well, I guess it makes sense for you that you’d want to see them,” Core remarked. “I can’t guarantee they’ll give you what you’re looking for, but a deal’s a deal. Let’s head off.”

You and Core went somewhere else.

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And that’s all she wrote! If you read this far, thank you. Working on the game since then has been fun, and I think you’ll like what we have in store. Until then, ciao.

#undertale #omega timeline #poppy's story

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yakocchi · 3 years

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My Darling’s the Strongest (Scenario Event) // Leonardo

(graphic is separate from the event)

me: wow i wonder what cool and amazing new content there will be for white day week cybird: we heard from no one that u like reprints that only have new ranking avatars. so heres another reprint that only has new ranking avatars me:

…….cybird it’s ok to not make every event have ranking cards. yea i know they make gangbusters versus events without cards, but if it results in less new scenario events overall… that’s not great

anyway, it’s been like 4 months since a new Count scenario event has been released (which is a better track record than several charas) and i wanted to do a longer string of text to test out a keyboard i ordered. yea im very fickle with my output but ehehe what’s new i archive leo events sometimes, so i decided to dredge one up to translate. i actually wanted to do vlad’s first post-main-route event as a sort of celebration for when it would inevitably happen, but then said scenario event appeared and it ended up being an AU. why does this game like AUs so much? the canon universe already pretty farfetched… u literally have dracula and ure telling me u would rather put him in a situation where he would not be dracula. cowards

This event (first released ~July 2020) was made for the 3rd Anniversary of JP Ikevam later that month. The event was split into two parts, where iirc the first part contained the Count, Arthur, and Mozart. Leo was in the second part with Napo and Isaac.

Spoilers under the cut!! Please credit if you take any of it, thenk u (･ω･*) image-heavy!!

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The master of the manse, from time to time, starts his conversations with the most unexpected topics. One of those “times”, was today.

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[Count]: “—So, I’d like the two of you to go out for the Best Couples’ Contest.” [Leonardo & Kara]: “Huh…?” As soon as we had excused ourselves into his quarters, the Count had said something completely unexpected. Leonardo and I had responded with a confused noise spilling out of our lips. (The “Best Couples’ Contest” is that event where they pick the best couple in Paris, right?) (I wonder why he suddenly decided to say he wants us to go.) Even as the two of us stood bewildered in front of him, the Count’s smile remained, untarnished. Leonardo then heaved a massive sigh…

[Leonardo]: “Now, I’m used to you telling me crazy things—" [Leonardo]: “But at the very least, could you give us the entire story, O’ great Count?” The Count began to speak once more—

[Count]: “Well—” [Count]: “Last night, I had visited an acquaintance upon them telling me that they had gotten their hands on some good wine.” [Count]: “At one point, they informed me that they were going to hold a contest to determine the best couple.” [Count]: “Then, they asked me if I was acquainted with any prospective couples for it.” Leonardo then took over from Count as if he had read this story before.

[Leonardo]: “Then, in your drunken state you selfishly entered me and the little sweetheart to the contest, did you?” (And that means… the Count thinks me and Leonardo would have a chance?)

The Count responded to Leonardo’s summation of the events with apparent amusement. [Count]: “I do believe I wasn’t drunk at the time, I’ll have you know?” [Leonardo]: “That’s even worse, then.”

[Count]: “Oh my, Leonardo. Is it really all right for you to say that?” [Leonardo]: “Hah?” [Kara]: “gh-…” The Count had turned in my direction— and so Leonardo, as if in pursuit of the gentleman, then turned to face me as well. Their gazes seemed to urge me to confess my true feelings on the matter, and I earnestly comply.

[Kara]: “Ah-, I… I just thought it sounded fun.” [Kara]: “And on top of that, I’d be really happy if everyone acknowledged me and Leonardo as the best couple.” (Even though I’d be nervous to stand in front of so many people,) (I’d be able to boast that such a wonderful person is my lover…) (And I also think it’d be a good opportunity to see if I’m able to become a suitable woman for Leonardo.)

[Leonardo]: “…” A surprised expression appeared on Leonardo’s face for a moment, before it was replaced with a smile…

[Leonardo]: “Shall we partake?” [Kara]: “Huh? Is it okay?” I had blurted out my question, and Leonardo gently patted my head. [Leonardo]: “This situation’s turned into nothing but a good opportunity, so we might as well have some fun and aim to win this thing, yeah?” [Kara]: “gh- Okay…!” Glad that Leonardo was also interested, my voice naturally gained a bounce to it.

[Kara]: “But, I wonder how they’re going to determine the best couple?” Muttering this, the Count then handed me the invitation, which had a general outline of the event written inside. Promptly opening it, written was—

(The contest is to be a few days from now, and I can look forward to what we’ll be tested on… on the day itself?) The portion I wanted to know about most of all hadn’t been written, and I internally slumped my shoulders. The invitation concluded with a single line— “The key to victory is to have a mind and soul of love towards one another,” (I guess the ‘mind and soul of love’ is supposed to be a hint, but…) [Kara]: “Hmm… With just this, I don’t know what the contest could be about, at all.” [Leonardo]: “Don’t sweat it, sweetheart.” (Huh?) Leonardo brought his face up close to the Count… And as if he had devised a scheme, a mischievous smile had turned the corners of his lips. [Leonardo]: “You’re close with the contest organizer, right? I’m led to believe that they have some sort of hint on ‘em.” [Count]: “Leonardo…?” [Leonardo]: “We may have willingly chose to participate in the contest— but it doesn’t change the reality that it was our lovely Count who dragged us into this in the first place.” [Leonardo]: “So, naturally, you’re gonna cooperate with us, no?”

As a result of forcing the Count (against his will) to spill the details, we were able to make a guess on what we’d be doing in the contest. But…

most everyone else in this event: (thinking hard on what to do bc they dont kno what the contest is going to cover) leo: fuc it CHEAT

…

[Leonardo]: “…” (…Leonardo has an awfully complicated look on his face right now.) In my mind, I think over our discussion from a moment ago:

The organizer of the couples’ contest appears to have hosted several dance contests as well. To put it plainly, the organizer is both a huge socialite and a huge fan of dances. (So, individuals are called from high society circles to be chosen as the “best couple”, and) (The probability of competing based on our dancing… is high.)

[Leonardo]: “Hagh…” [Kara]: “…Hehe.” Seeing Leonardo’s pouting face, I unwittingly laughed. Then— [Leonardo]: “What are you laughing for, sweetheart?”

[Kara]: “I just remembered something from back before we became lovers.” The conversation of that day, the day where a weakness of his had been exposed, replayed in my head—

…

[Leonardo]: “…I can’t dance.” (Huh…?) [Kara]: “You’ve got to be kidding, right…? You can build and play instruments, and yet…” [Kara]: “Is it because you don’t go to many socialite parties to begin with, so you haven’t had many opportunities to dance….?” [Leonardo]: “No, I’ve participated in ‘em the point where I’ve even had a hand in producing those sorts of dazzling venues.” [Kara]: “’Producing’…” (This person really can do anything and everything. No, no, that’s not true…) [Kara]: “Leonardo, the mystery that surrounds you is only getting deeper and deeper.”

[Leonardo]: “I avoided having to do it.” [Kara]: “…’Avoid’?” [Leonardo]: “…Try to imagine it. Me, dancing?” [Leonardo]: “It doesn’t suit me, I don’t have the look required for it…” (…What… is this?)

[Kara]: “…Hehe, ahaha!” [Leonardo]: “…Hey, sweetheart. What are you laughing for?

…

(He said the same thing back then.) Unable to hold it in, I continued to giggle… [Leonardo]: “Don’t laugh.” [Kara]: “I think you’re the one smiling here, though?” [Leonardo]: “…I’m just feeling terribly nostalgic right now.” Answering me, his eyes held a gentle light within them as if cherishing those days, [Kara]: “You still hate dancing, I assume?” [Leonardo]: “Even to this day, I find it embarrassing to do. Radiant, cheerful stuff doesn’t mesh with me. But—" (Huh?)

The second I wondered if Leonardo was going to start something, he suddenly pulled my waist towards him for an embrace… [Kara]: “Woah, woah-…!” Regaining my senses— Led by Leonardo himself, I properly danced. [Leonardo]: “I’m able to dance like the average person now— and it’s all because you came to keep me company.” While I was still surprised, Leonardo dropped a light kiss on my forehead. [Kara]: “Nn-…” Flustered, I looked up to find a completely composed smile on his face… [Kara]: “…ngh-“ An impulse overwhelming me, I lean my head against his chest.

[Kara]: “…Sly as usual.” [Leonardo]: “Hm?” [Kara]: “Even though I thought I had finally found a weakness of yours, you’ll get over that hurdle too pretty soon.” [Kara]: “When you do things like that, you become sly so smoothly, exquisitely.”

(When he shows this side of him… I get driven to work even harder than before so I can catch up to him.) While even feeling a frustration from it, I turned my gaze back to Leonardo.

[Kara]: “It seems like this world is going to become one where there’s absolutely nothing you can’t do.”

[Leonardo]: “…Maybe?” (…Hm?) For a second it felt as if he were pondering over something, a particular emotion washing over his face.

But before I could say anything, I was swiftly embraced, and that thought of mine scattered, and vanished. [Kara]: “l- Leonardo?” [Leonardo]: “Hey, look there, sweetheart.” (Huh?)

Following Leonardo’s gaze— I could see the dusk dying the sky from a distance away. (Pretty…) The view that he showed me, was beautiful. But, at the same time… my chest was tightened by this sorrow. (Although the scene before our eyes is the same between us, time passes differently between us…) (During moments like this, I feel that difference.) (However— When we became lovers, I had decided that no matter how different we are, I’m going to embrace the present, make the most out of it.) (I’m going to savor even the passing seconds, cherish them… as we live together, as two.)

As if to confirm he was really there, I embraced his warmth in return… [Kara]: “Leonardo, I’m looking forward to the contest.” [Leonardo]: “Mhm.” In the vivid sunset, we smiled to each other.

…

—Time passed, and the night of the contest arrived at last.

…

(W-Wow…) When we had entered the venue in our formalwear, there were several couples eagerly waiting for the contest to start. (All of the people here have to be participants for the contest, huh. …Somehow, my heart’s pounding.) I took a deep breath to calm myself down, and when I did that— Leonardo, as if to soothe my heart, lightly stroked my hair. [Leonardo]: “Why is it necessary for you to feel all anxious?” [Kara]: “Leonardo?” [Leonardo]: “To the point where there’s just no way we can lose to any couple here— I love you, you know.”

[Leonardo]: “—Well, and you?” Inquiring me, his smile was brimming with self-confidence… And caught up in his mood, I smiled cheerfully.

[Kara]: “I love you too— to the point where it’s impossible for us lose to anyone…!”

[Leonardo]: “Heh… Very nice, then.” [Judge]: “—And so, the contest shall begin now. The means of competition is to be by dance.” (Ah-…!) We look to each other, and Leonardo, extending his hand towards me, says, [Leonardo]: “Kara… You’ll do me the honor of a dance, no…?”

PREMIUM END

[Kara]: “Yes, I’d be delighted!” (Even though I was so nervous about this until now… Now, I can’t help but just be excited about it.) (I want everyone to quickly feast their eyes on our dancing, and our bond!) Taking his hand, I nestled close to him as an elegant melody began to echo within the dance hall. To become a flower that offsets the man before me, I step forward—

…

—When the contest had ended without a hitch, the both of us walked along the moonlit Seine as we made our way home. The chilly breeze felt pleasant on my heated skin. [Kara]: “We really were able to win!” (I was able to prove my bond with Leonardo to all of Paris… I’m so happy that I can’t stop a smile from showing on my face.) [Leonardo]: “I did say we wouldn’t lose to anyone, didn’t I?” [Leonardo]: “But, well, to think… the winning prize was a year’s supply of wine of all things. ‘Guess sensuality and allure are as good as goddamn useless to them.”

he’s trying to say that he doesn’t like the prize cuz it isn’t very sensual/sexy (suppose he imagined a prize for a lovers’ contest would be more along those lines). even Arthur in the epilogue is like “…thought the prize for a best couples’ contest would be more special”….

[Kara]: Hehe, it’s a nice prize, isn’t it? Let’s drink it with everyone else in the manse.” [Leonardo]: “If you’re satisfied with it, that’s good, I suppose.” As he spoke, Leonardo looked to be the same as usual, but his eyes reflected some kind of joy from within. (I’m glad that this will become a lovely memory I’ll have about him.) (…But, even then) The very sight of Leonardo of when I had danced with him in the dance hall, wouldn’t leave my head. [Kara]: “Your dancing was really, really stunning.” [Kara]: “As I had always thought… you’re the strongest one around.” [Leonardo]: “What’s all this about, hmm?”

i probably should’ve bothered explaining it last year since i used the title “My Darling’s the Strongest” for the other translation but uh might as well do it now that it’s explicitly used in the story so by “strongest”, it doesn’t necessarily mean physical strength (though it can be). It’s “strongest” as in a form of “mightiest” or “most powerful”, kind of like when someone says “my baseball team is the strongest in the league”,

[Kara]: “I just think that you’re the mightiest lover as there’s nothing you can’t do.” Carried away by the thrill of victory, I professed my thoughts. In doing so Leonardo’s brows lowered, and a bit of a troubled smile graced his lips. [Leonardo]: “If I’m able to put some effort into it, then I guess there’s really nothing I can’t do. But…”

[Leonardo]: “There is something I simply cannot do, no matter how hard I try.” (Huh…?) [Kara]: “Something you can’t do… I can’t imagine such a thing existing.” He was undoubtedly an almighty genius, and was also the type of person willing to confront even his awkward dancing skills head-on.

At my murmurs, Leonardo continued as if the topic was no big deal.

[Leonardo]: “It exists.” [Leonardo]: “I cannot become an ordinary human.”

(gh-…) His words had vanished into the night breeze.

I inadvertently stopped in my tracks, and he stopped as well… and the both of us stood still in that one corner.

In my current view, the moonlight illuminated his figure as he stood before me. [Leonardo]: “As a pureblood vampire,” [Leonardo]: “I give you much loneliness— A loneliness that, if I were an ordinary human, you would never have to experience.” [Leonardo]: “However, if I went and lamented over every single little detail of that truth, I would be rendered unable to be with you. —Thus from the very beginning, I do not intend to lament either.” [Leonardo]: “I’m going to use as much of my power as I possibly can to grant your wishes, and that’s all.” (Using his power, my wishes…) I recalled the exchange we had a few days ago:

…

[Kara]: “Ah-, I… I just thought it sounded fun.” [Kara]: “And on top of that, I’d be really happy if everyone acknowledged me and Leonardo as the best couple.” [Leonardo]: “…”

…

[Kara]: “Did… you say that we should go and try to win the contest… merely because I…” With a smile, Leonardo proceeded to stare intently at me. [Leonardo]: “Well, there’s that, but additionally… I had the same motive as you had.” [Leonardo]: “I also had wanted the both of us to be acknowledged as the best couple.” [Leonardo]: “I wanted news to spread that I had been able to become the man of such a wonderful woman, you know.” (gh- Leonardo…) Leonardo, whenever and wherever, envelops me in his great, unparalleled affection. Roused by the surging love within me, I went to grip his hand.

[Kara]: “…Leonardo, I want to be by your side tonight, and all night.” (I want to give him, in return for the love I received from him… those same feelings, that same love.) (I want him… to feel my love as well.)

[Leonardo]: “…” [Kara]: “gh- Ah-!” I was suddenly yanked towards him; and almost stumbling over my feet, it had closed the distance between us. Bringing his lips to my ear, he whispered:

[Leonardo]: “What a coincidence. I was just thinking the same thing.”

…

—As soon as we entered his room, we melded, deeply kissing each other. [Leonardo]: “…Hah-, Kara…” He called my name with a wet, heady timbre between kisses, the sensuality of it making me go lightheaded. Crowded atop the bed, he pried my lips open with his finger… [Leonardo]: “Thinking about it, I haven’t received a reward from you yet.” [Kara]: “’Reward’…?” [Leonardo]: “When I’m feeling, touching you like this… I know that you’re not so dumb to be oblivious to what I want?” [Kara]: “ngh-…” Taking a guess on what he desired from me, I slowly brought my face closer to his.

[Leonardo]: “Good girl. Come on— Try to turn me on with a kiss?”

FIN

yes the event really stops here before the epilogue teaser. cybird when a sexi scene is about to start:

since this was a glorified keyboard test, this is mostly a one-off… so don’t expect leo translations from me otherwise ahah

u know, it’s always weird to me that leo’s stuff is always very sorrowful bc of the vast diff in lifespan, humans vs. vampires thing. like, does he not plan to turn her into a vampire? the wedding stuff makes it sound like they’d like to be together forever but they still don’t really like to broach the topic itself……… kinda sus given that the Count’s stuff gets several mentions of biting in events and vlad clearly doesn’t mind biting whenever (and is just waiting for her to give him the go-ahead). ive seen some ppl talk about how maybe leo likes her because she’s human (both as in being a literal human and the figurative idea of being “human”) and honestly……… it is kinda messed up to think about, but i can see it LOL now im not saying the other pureblood x mc relationships are super healthy but that’s a convo for another time

well at least these guys don’t have to ask someone for vampire-turning assistance. im imagining one of the other charas having to ask the Count to bite mc akin to how teenagers have to ask their parents to drive them and their friends around to do stuff…….. who wants to relive that nightmare

also sorry if like leo’s voice doesn’t match up with w/e the official engl localization does. ive literally never played an engl cybird game in my life, so it’s a crime of ignorance i swear. tho imo if they’re not making him sound like a rascal… that’s very lame, im not gonna lie

the epilogue is obviously not available for purchase rn, but please buy it and/or support the game with purchases when you can!!

As always, thanks for reading!

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#ikevam #ikemen vampire #wats this fools tag #ikevam leonardo #?? i guess #spoilers #leonardo da vinci #seems a bit improper to do the one connected with the real guy

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Wash Day Delight Pt. 1

Fandom: Undertale (Video Game)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Relationships: Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale) & Reader

Characters: Papyrus (Undertale), Reader, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Reader Is Not Frisk (Undertale), Reader Is Not Chara (Undertale), reader is poc, reader is mixed, Reader has curly hair, Undertale Monsters on the Surface, Friendship, Wholesome, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I’m Bad At Summaries, Not Beta Read

*Felt a need to write a fiction about a reader with thick, curly hair. And the Papyri in her life wanting to get their hands in it.

“Girl, you’ve got a lot a hair!” She could feel the corner of her mouth tweak up in amusement beneath her mask. It would not be the first or last time she heard those words. Yet they always brought her amusement, especially considering the move she was about to pull next.

“What if I told you this was only half of it?” she challenged the woman, eyes lighting up mischievously, while her client’s eyes widened only a fraction before narrowing in suspicion. Oh, she loved doing this. Not another word could be uttered before she laid the papers in her hands down neatly against the counter and was digging her fingers gently into her curls. She threw her client a sly wink as she lifted her curls up from her nape and turned her face to the side. An intricate undercut was now fully on display. She had gone with a diamond pattern this time. They laid like neat scales, stretching and repeating from her temple down to her ear, and back to her nape before looping back around. Some were painted with a gold mica for a little accent.

She couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped as she heard the woman’s dramatic gasp. “You weren’t kidding!” She could hear the smile in the older woman’s voice and it warmed her that her antics and hair could bring joy to some. “Oh, I wish I had hair like yours…” She wouldn’t be saying that if she knew how much work this hair was. Plus, her hair had to be finicky to boot. “I’d never cut it! Oh, the things I could do with it!” The novelty would wear off she was sure. A wig would probably be a more practical option. Letting her hair fall back into place, she gently finger combed it and pulled on the ends to help situate it. “Was it..” she lifted a brow at the pause, her fingers releasing a curl and watching as it bounced back into place, hiding it’s true length as it coiled back up. “... oh… hard? Yes, hard to choose to cut it?”

Oh, that was an easy question to answer. “Nope.” The answer was short, but not curt. Her voice warm and her eyes curving with mirth at the other’s disbelieving look. “I’ve had my hair much shorter than this at one point. Actually had it shaved all around for a good bit,” she admitted with a shrug. She was pretty sure her client was pouting under her mask and that made her smile more beneath hers. She finally took this moment to look over the other. She saw nothing wrong with the older woman’s beautifully white hair. It was obviously well taken care of and so long as you weren’t looking for flaws, you couldn’t tell that the senior’s hair was thinning. Effort had been put in, most likely with rollers, layers, and hairspray, to fluff and shape the thin, delicate strands into a soft coif. “Your hair is beautiful as well. I can only hope mine looks as good as yours when I’m your age.” The compliment was just as genuine as it was meant to comfort.

She watched as thin shoulders dropped and the crows feet at the edge of her client’s eyes eased. “You’re too kind,” the old woman tittered. Hands just as thin with joints a little swollen from arthritis lifted to bashfully touch her hair.

“A friend of mine says one can never be too kind, Mrs…” the young woman rebuked lightly while letting her voice drift off towards the end, fishing for a name.

“Mrs. Ida Thomas,” the elder filled in, smile reaching her eyes. Those eyes dipped down to look for a name tag, but found it missing. Her eyes darted back up, flustered, after hearing a little chuckle from the young woman across the counter. She was spared any more embarrassment as the other provided her name with a hand outstretched over the desk, palm open and fingers gently splayed. Her darker skin tone stood out against Mrs. Ida’s nearly translucent hue as they shook.

“Now, Mrs. Thomas, why don’t we get back to why you initially came in here?” she prompted, releasing the other’s hand and picking up the papers she had put down earlier. It was back to business after those words as she lead the consultation.

It would be nearly two hours later before she would finally be showing Mrs. Ida out politely. The two had gotten off topic again, but the tinkling of the little bell from above the front door of her office broke through their conversation. If that hadn’t done it, the cheerful and unmistakably loud call of her name in a familiar voice through the small space would have certainly done it. She smothered a chuckle as Mrs. Ida lightly jumped in her seat at the volume and suddenness. “That would be my friend, Papyrus,” she stated like it provided all the answers needed.

Mrs. Ida only nodded, currently turned in her seat with a curious gaze locked on the doorway. They could hear sure steps getting closer and closer as he marched his way to the inner sanctum. “He is quite… enthusiastic,” the older woman carefully chose her words and the younger held back a snort in response. Oh, she had no idea. She counted the seconds down in her head before finally the door to her private office was thrown open and the towering figure of the monster skeleton stepped inside with a flourish and yet another loud call of her nickname. She was sure if he was wearing his battle armor that the little cape on it would have been blowing in the nonexistent wind. How this monster managed to break physics always astounded her. Instead, he was dressed in blue training shorts and a loose pastel sweater over top his usual black tights that clung to his bones. On his feet were thankfully a pair of bright red trainers, rather than his fire engine red boots. Atleast they matched the just as bright red gloves.

“THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS HERE TO FULFILL HIS DUTIES AS THE GREATEST FRIE-” his monologue broke off as he finally took in the additional, apparently unexpected occupant of the office. “OH!” he jolted, empty sockets widening comically before he gathered himself and cleared his nonexistent throat, “Oh.” His volume dipped to what could be considered an “inside voice” considerately. The poor old woman had at first been in awe at the tall skeleton monster, but that awe had been replaced with a strained expression at the booming voice bouncing and filling the small space. The young woman was sure the skeleton had noticed and being the sweetheart he is, he had lowered his voice for the old woman’s comfort.

Before the moment of silence could stretch into something awkward, she gently tapped a nail on her desktop and then pushed herself to stand with one palm pressed flat to the smooth wood. With her other hand, she waved to the skeleton monster, “Papi-rus,” she greeted, having to stop herself from saying his nickname at the moment. She pouted under her mask as she noticed the little quirk to his teeth that gave away he was very much aware of her slip. She powered on and nodded her head to her client, “I was just finishing with Ms. Ida here,” she informed, introducing the two at the same time.

Ms. Ida seemed at a loss for words as Papyrus bounced back with a gloved hand thrust forward enthusiastically for a handshake. “Consider Yourself Lucky To Have Met THE GREAT PAPYRUS This Day, Hu- MRS. IDA!” She held in an inelegant snort at her friend’s efforts to keep his volume under control. Bless him. And bless Mrs. Ida who seemed even more starstruck, but thankfully had recovered just enough to lift a hand and take his. The old woman was now blinking at their hands as the skeleton’s much larger one gently gripped hers and was soon joined his other, sandwiching hers. She still hadn’t said a word and it took the young woman finally releasing a giggle to knock her out her stupor.

“Oh, goodness me! I have been so rude,” Mrs. Ida gasped, eyes lifting to look up at the skeleton who had leaned down with a concerned tilt to his teeth and scrunch to his surprisingly malleable eye sockets. “And I’ve worried you, I apologize, sweetie,” she went to hide behind her free hand, but seemed to think better of it and instead patted his hands that were still gripped around one of her own.

“Nyeh Heh Heh! It Is Quite Alright.” Papyrus’s words, but mostly his genuine laughter as his features brightened up seemed to melt the tension from the elder. “Afterall, That Sort of Reaction Is Expected-” the younger watched her client blink as the skeleton monster struck a pose. He stood tall, head held high, and one hand pressed to his purposely puffed chest with fingers splayed dramatically. His expression couldn’t look more smug and proud… then again, this was Papyrus. He could find a way and considering she had met some of his cousins, she knew it was possible. “-When One Meets A Skeleton As Cool As I Am! Wink!”

She could see her client’s eyes crinkling as she was undoubtedly smiling under her mask up at the monster. If it wouldn’t ruin the moment, she’d have taken a picture of the wholesome moment for memories. Instead, she gently tapped at her phone’s screen and it illuminated, displaying the time. Eyes widening briefly, she glanced up at the clock on the wall as well before sparing a glance out the window. The sun was not visible, but the world wasn’t quite dark yet. It was the cool colors of twilight that dominated the world outside. “It’s later than I realized,” she commented, mostly to herself, but the other two occupants still heard her and broke from their idle chatter.

Mrs. Ida peeked out the window as well before looking at her own wrist watch with a chuckle. Papyrus nodded in affirmation with arms crossed, not bothering to look outside or look to any clock. No, his focus was acutely on the youngest human in the room. Though his sockets lacked any eyelights, she could feel his gaze on her as those sockets narrowed. Leave it to Papyrus to scold her without saying a word; though she’s sure he’s practically vibrating in his metaphorical boots to lecture her. The reason he did not expect any guests in her office was because she should have been closing up a good hour ago and been ready to go by the time he stepped through her door. He was always punctual and most times early.

Subconsciously, she twirled and pinched a curl at the nape of her neck as she looked away guiltily to the oh so interesting texture of the wood floors.

Mrs. Ida giggled at the silent exchange. Just what had she interrupted? Had they had a date planned? As amusing and precious as it was to watch the two, she would take pity on the girl. A smirk curved her lips under her mask as she decided to help the young agent out. She released a dramatic sigh before looking over and up to Papyrus. “Mind giving an old woman a hand? These joints of mine get stiff when I’ve idled too long,” she beckoned with an outstretched hand. It worked like a charm as the skeleton’s attention was immediately focused on the old woman. Once again, her hand was swamped in his gloved digits and with surprising care for someone so boisterous, he helped her stand.

“Stiff Joints Are Never Fun. I Would Know!” he joked, beaming as he earned yet another soft titter from the frail looking human before him. She looked so small and her hand, it felt… fragile. Like if he gripped too hard or moved too harshly, she would break. He offered his other hand for her to grip as well as she straightened up and steadied herself.

“I’m sure you do,” Mrs. Ida playfully replied. Her eyes moved back to the young woman who had finally left from behind her desk and now stood before the duo. “I’m sorry about taking up all your time like this,” she dipped her head to the young woman who quickly responded with raised palms and a shake of her head.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Mrs. Ida,” she assured. “It’s not your fault you make such good company,” she complimented, a teasing lilt to her voice as her eyes crinkled due to her hidden smile.

The old woman hushed the younger with feigned embarrassment. “Flatterer,” she accused lightly and didn’t bother to hide an unlady-like snort as her agent just wiggled her eyebrows in response.

Papyrus hummed as he listened to the exchange. He spared an anxious glance out the window and resisted tapping his toes in impatience. Not that he didn’t enjoy meeting new people--new potential friends--, he simply wished to spend time with his already established friend for their usual outing. “I Feel I Need To Remind You Two Of What Time it Is.” The statement did not have the intended affect as the two women simply laughed after a small lull to stare up at him. “NYEH!” His little burst seemed to only make their mirth worse, “THIS IS SERIOUS. WE HAVE PRIOR ARRANGEMENTS TO GET TO!” he was pouting and he knew it, but another glance at the clock and his sockets were narrowing as he leveled an accusing glare on his human friend. “CORRECTION! WE SHOULD ALREADY BE THERE!”

Mrs. Ida was thankful for the serotonin these two had blessed her with this evening as even the skeleton’s loss of volume control couldn’t bring her down at this point. “You two are just adorable!” she was practically cooing. After taking a deep breath in and slowly releasing, she felt the giggles dissipate. “Apologies, Papyrus, Dear, but it’s a southern thing.”

A beat of silence, then. “WHAT DOES A CARDINAL DIRECTION HAVE TO DO WITH THIS?” Yet another snort left the woman and she had to bring a hand up to hover in front of her masked mouth to suppress another bout of laughter.

Fighting her own battle against a bout of giggles, the young woman managed to speak up. “She’s referring to a geographical region, Papyrus,” she clarified, “It’s a running joke that southerners don’t know how to say goodbye since they take forever to part ways.” Both women watched the monster take in the information and sighing as he nodded firmly, indicating he understood. Not a moment later they were jumping as he straightened up, one hand on his hip, and the other pointing to his roof before swinging down. Once his hand stopped, the humans found themselves staring down his finger as the skeleton somehow managed to aim an even toothier grin at them.

“AS THE ONLY ONE HERE NOT A ‘SOUTHERNER,’ ALLOW ME TO BESTOW ON YOU HUMANS THE MOST EFFICIENT WAYS TO SAY GOODBYE!” Papyrus declared, his tone exuberant, but unable to completely mask the sassy, sly lilt from his friend. Mrs. Ida, though, was none the wiser and just found the whole idea of being taught how to say goodbye entertaining. She nodded, agreeing to play along. “PERFECT! STEP ONE! LOOK AT EACH OTHER.” The two human women humored him as they made eye contact. Mrs. Ida gave the young woman an admonishing look as she wiggled those brows again. Thankfully, their teacher did not notice, or maybe he was just ignoring their antics. “GOOD! NOW, STEP TWO. REPEAT AFTER ME: GOOD NIGHT!”

It was such an abrupt order that both women just blinked in disbelief. The younger recovered first with a meager shake of her head and a giggle, “Good night, Mrs. Ida!” With a little nod to her client, the old woman replied with a just as enthusiastic farewell.

Papyrus nodded in approval with only a small narrowing of his eye sockets at the two as they giggled. “FINAL STEP: PART WAYS!” he stated with a flourished wave of his hand to the doorway. A tap on his arm brought his attention back to his friend who was gesturing for him to bend down. He did so with minimal complaint, but only completely quit his grumping as she set a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to whisper in his metaphorical ear.

Mrs. Ida had only glanced at the doorway and just barely gotten to take a step before she was jumping in place as a loud gasp filled the room. Before she could question what had happened, she felt as if she was floating for a moment as she was quite literally swept off her feet and into Papyrus’s arms. She couldn’t have been more thankful for the mask mandate as it hid most of her quickly reddening face. She hadn’t been held in years, much less lifted so effortlessly. She was too stunned and flustered to utter any sort of protest.

“Sorry about that, ma’am, but with it getting dark outside, it would ease my mind if you allowed Papyrus to escort you to your car?” The old woman simply blinked at her junior and then up at the lad who currently had her suspended. Escorting was one thing, but to be carried?

“AND I FELT IN MY INFINITE WISDOM, IT WOULD BE MOST EFFICIENT IF I CARRIED YOU,” the skeleton interjected, reminding her that he had been aiming to teach them “efficient goodbyes.” “YOU ALSO STATED EARLIER THAT YOUR JOINTS GET STIFF. THIS WAY YOU DON’T HAVE TO STRAIN!” he added, proud and eager, “NO WORRIES ABOUT ME. MY BONES AND JOINTS ARE IN TIP TOP SHAPE! AND YOU, HUMAN IDA, ARE NO CHALLENGE TO HOLD!”

The elder just nodded along. “You were right, I was pretty lucky to meet you today,” she recalled his introduction fondly. With a final wave goodbye and short parting words, Mrs. Ida found herself being swept out the room, through a short hall, small waiting area, and finally out the front door.

That tinkling of a bell signaling to the young woman currently straightening her office and filing away papers that her client was gone and she now had until Papyrus got back to finish up.

Papyrus eased his impatience by thinking of his current task as training. A very easy warm up. A very unexpected, unplanned warm up. The elderly human’s… Mrs. Ida’s weight in his arms was no challenge; and despite the buzz in limbs begging him to move faster, the memory of her frail hands and aching bones helped keep him grounded. He settled into a steady, swift pace. His long legs covering plenty of ground with each step.

At first, the two had been chatting idly and he had been quick to get her to point out where she had parked. It was alarming to learn she had not parked anywhere and he had been confused until she mentioned she had “caught” a cab. Her little giggle as she took the time to explain what she meant and that she had not literally CAUGHT a cab. He admits he is still figuring out humans’ rather creative use of words or language. She’d even taken the time to explain “euphemisms” to him as he brought her to the nearest bus stop after a quick google to check the schedule and location.

“EUPHEMISMS SEEM LIKE SOMETHING MY BROTHER WOULD ENJOY,” he had commented. Mentally, he added on that his brother would probably catch on to them easier as well. Sans, along a couple of his “cousins,” was a walking dictionary, considering his preference for crossword puzzles. Maybe his puns would improve in cleverness if he introduced him to the world of euphemisms. One could only hope. Thankfully, he had plenty of that. The conversation had continued, easy and casual, until finally the bus stop came into view and the bus just rolling up.

Papyrus picked up his pace just a bit and secured his grip on his passenger. Mrs. Ida managed to loose an arm to wave as both called to the driver to wait up. The bus remained idle thankfully and once they slowed to a stop before the door, it slid open to a rather plump man sitting in the driver’s seat who simply tipped his hat to them. “Lucky I saw you two in the rear view,” his words brought forth yet another little giggle for the old woman.

“Today is just my lucky day, it seems!” she boasted, tapping Papyrus’s shoulder as he eased her onto her own feet. The driver had gotten up and stood on the steps, hand held out to help his elder up the steps.

“Goodness, all of you are going to have me spoiled by time I get home,” she teased, taking the young man’s hand and letting him guide her up onto the step. She could feel Papyrus kept a steadying hand at her back. What a sweet gentle monster.

“Oh! Before I forget,” she chirped and turned to look over her shoulder at the skeleton. Said skeleton didn’t bother hiding his widening smile as she still had to look up at him despite her standing on the top step at this point. She had simply huffed and set a hand on her hip, “Go easy on her, big guy.” If he had eyebrows, one would have been raised at her warning tone. Before he could even part his teeth to ask her to elaborate, she was speaking again, “Unless that’s what you two are into.” If his tongue was summoned, he’d be choking on it. The driver was doing so for him as he could hear the portly human coughing and beating at his chest. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Papyrus,” she finished with a wink and her tone was so cheeky, even his dense skull knew what she was implying.

It wasn’t until the doors of the bus had closed that he could practically feel his skull burning with excess magic summoned to surface in his embarrassment. He buried his face in his hands, trying his best to muffle his flustered screech. It didn’t do much. As streets down, some poor soul was wondering if they had left their tea kettle on.

#mrs ida stole the show #she ships it #curly haired reader #thick hair #this part was mostly a warm up #meat/plot is next #papyrus #papyrus x y/n #papyrus x self insert #papyrus x reader #poc reader #skin color is only mentioned once #but feel the need to tag it despite it being vague #mrs ida is just pale #papyrus is a golden retriever #a sassy one though #fanfic #fanfiction #undertale

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yejiroh · 4 years

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Hello! I love your Wake Up and See Me story! (not so secret slut for angst and character death) I'd like to request very angsty HCs for Obey me! charas x fem!reader who is still grieving for her family singing her mother's lullaby while spacing out somewhere public. The lullaby in question being Lullaby of Woe by Ashley Serena, The Hanging Tree from Hunger Games series or Come Little Children by Erutan. Wanna see their reactions so bad!!!

I- I really need to update that series. Thank you so much for the support of it anon!

And thank you for the request darling! I’m sorry it took so long, but the lullaby’s were beautiful! So yes, I decided to listen to them all and match them with who I think it’d get the best reaction from! I made a little scene as well before the reactions, so it may or may not be a bit of a long read.

Lullaby Reaction! Obey Me BROTHERS x Fem!MC (ANGST)

Couldn't add the Keep Reading link because Tumblr is a beeotch. Sorry not sorry to everyone because this is LONG!

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TRIGGER WARNING: death, loss of parents, toxicity, mentions of cannibalism, more death, child abuse, traumatic stress, mentions of suicide, nightmare factors, unintentional murder, loss of siblings, and as the anon requested, A SHIT TON OF ANGST!

Side note: I really really liked Lullaby of Woe...may consider making a series based on the lyrics. Who knows?

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This one is kind of long because I did get carried away, but I do hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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Lucifer, Mammon and Beezlebub: Come Little Children

As the cool Autumn breeze hit her face, MC took a sip from the hot cup between her clothed hands. Today would mark the 15th year since the orphanage- her orphanage, had burned down. All 23 children and her parents except she had burned to an ash- less than that truly. She, with her ill body and frail stature, she, with her poor value and level of importance, she, the one who had been trapped in the building longest of all.

Every time she had walked into the toy store around the corner, MC felt pulled towards the puzzle sets. Specifically, the 24 piece sets. MC was the 24th child. But she was also the first. Every day, she’d buy a set, just to lay it on their graves, sorry that she had been left behind.

“Come little children, I’ll take thee away, into a land of enchantment…oh momma, I’m so sorry I let you all down...I’m sorry I played with the fire, I’m sorry.” A tear had poured down, slid to her dry lips as she desperately held them back.

“I’m sorry momma...papa...I’m sorry I didn’t listen...I’m sorry I killed you all…”

And, as she walked away from the tombstones, a heart that was not hers broke.

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LUCIFER:

1.Never before had Lucifer been so...disturbed.

2.The song was stunning, and that was true….but somehow he could relate

3.He would definitely stay on the down low for a while, his pride showing when he has to come up with lies as to why he wasn’t talking to you

4.Okay, flashbacks for weeks. He was genuinely affected by the song.

5.In the end, he needs more comfort than you once he finally kicks pride out the window and sheds tears in front of you.

6.“I’m sorry, MC…”

MAMMON:

1.Okay...he wasn’t the best at spying on you-but he was worried! Your behavior was odd since last Sunday...actually, every Sunday.

2.He ran out to you, crying hard as he tackled you, saying how sorry he was for digging into your personal life.

3.The demon was holding fistfulls of little puzzle pieces, candy, and notes, claiming they were from the souls of the children, who wished you the best in life and to move on.

4.He, the avatar of greed, had done something of huge charitable value for these children as he held you close

5.Yes, he got flashbacks….but decided not to dwell on them, more so trying to comfort you.

6.“Stupid human...you can come to me always, ya know that?”

BEEZLEBUB:

1.Beezlebub doesn’t always show his feelings, sure. But he does, forever and always, come for those he cares about.

2.It’s like a magnetic pull as you cry. He’s there, wiping the large tear threatening to spill with his thumb, licking it off before wiping his hand off.

3.A kind smile with eyes pain ridden as his big hands engulf your own, for he too, had a tragic past and lost someone he considered blood.

4.“It’s okay, MC. They’re right here, and always will be. Please don’t cry.” He says as he points to your heart, right by your breast, but with no sexual intent. Only comfort.

5.“Come on, big girl, don’t cry, I’m here.” He says, holding you close and running his fingers through your hair with the gentlest of touches.

6. No one can harm you in your vulnerable state as the Avatar of Gluttony protects you.

Satan and Asmodeus: The Hanging Tree

It was in class- herbology. The lesson was on wisteria trees when MC bordly began to hum a tune.

“Are you, are you, coming to the tree? They strung up a man, they say who murdered three. Strange things did happen here no stranger would it be, if we met at midnight, in the hanging tree.”

“Miss L/n quiet down! I’m trying to teach!” The professor had called out, but MC was lost as tears began to bubble up. She continued her little song quietly as her desk mates huffed in annoyance. She’d done this every day of the week, only to end up crying. Nobody knew what was wrong with her, nor did they get a word out of her. Not until Amso took MC and Satan out for a spa treatment.

Filing her nails, Asmo blew off the dust, his brows furrowed.

“Say, MC?”

“Yeah?”

“Why is it you sing that depressing song every time someone brings up wisteria trees?”

Now Satan looked up, lifting a cucumber off his eye, his curiosity sparked. MC looked away, pulling her hand away from Asmo’s as she pulled her knees to her chest, a deep sigh escaping her lips. Asmo quickly waved his hands in front of him.

“Oh, sorry, sorry MC! I didn’t know it was a touchy subject-”

Satan interrupted. “Care to share?”

“Satan!”

“No, no, Asmo- it’s okay. It’s...it’s just not something I really talk about.” MC said, finishing off with a whisper.

The two leaned in, eyes big and expectant when MC looked to them.

“You know, my father passed away when I was really young. It was a selfish reason, really- to put it into his own words, it was, “To escape the responsibility of life.” , but that wasn’t the case.” MC raised her pant leg, revealing all the burn marks and scars covering the skin.

“It was really to escape the guilt of hurting me.”

The brothers went quiet for a moment before Satan put a hand up.

“So what does that have to do with that song you were singing?”

MC smiled bitterly. “Because he was the man in The Hanging Tree my mother always sang to me.”

“So what happened to your mother?”

“She too, joined him in death…and left me alone.”

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SATAN:

1.He was at a loss for words, to say the least.

2.Never, in the demon’s countless millennia had he come across such a pitiful soul

3.Taking a bite of the cucumber before tossing it aside, he took the other off, tracing his fingers across the burns that resembled his rage: Ugly, loved, and traumatizing

4.As the room was quiet, he just felt intrigued to know more, had to know more.

5.“You’re very strong, MC.”

6.The Hanging Tree did not leave his mind for quite some time as he tried to figure out the mystery MC had unknowingly left implanted in his brain.

ASMODEUS:

1.He has never ruined his makeup by crying in front of somewhere. Never ever.

2.But he sure as hell came close to it.

3.Asmo had nothing to say but grab MC’s hands and kiss them softly over and over again before continuing the manicure he had initially started.

4.A mental note to take MC’s mind off other things so as not to give her wrinkles from stress or depression.

Leviathan and Belphegor: Lullaby of Woe

She never had a peaceful night's rest. The dreams always came back to haunt her.Each night, she’d live through it, again, and again, and again. Oh, how the false man in white would come to her, a mischievous grin on his handsome face before cutting into her mind, showing her the deaths at her fault. Her mother, kind and beautiful, always coming in to protect her, reassure her that it wasn’t real, that she was seeing things.

“Momma, please! I’m scared! I don’t wanna see him again momma!” A little girl wailed, holding onto her mother’s waist, legs wrapped around in a firm hold, hands bundled in her clothes.

“My darling, please just sleep~ I’ll always be here love. Always.”

And always she was, for her remains laid in that rotting home to this day, not yet known. Still, no one would believe the late Mrs. L/n’s daughter.

MC shuffled more in her sleep before finally waking up, eyes puffy from the unconscious crying. Slowly she got up, getting ready for the school day as she washed her face, prepared, and left the room.

“Good morning.” Each of the brothers would greet her, to which she’d return a small nod. There was nothing to talk about. Not when these nightmares haunted her so.

A little girl sat by her mother’s corpse, a man beside her.

Drink, child. Feast in the blood of a sinner.

“...But….but mother wasn’t a sinner…”

“Ignorant child. You are but a bastard, for she was never married. Drink and cleanse yourself of the blood of a sinner. Repent and be saved.”

Truly, the false man in white was but a liar, wanting nothing more than a child’s innocence and fortune as he toyed with her.

Lost in her own fantasies, she began to sing, the tall Jubokko tree towering beneath her with the damned’s skulls by her feat.

“For the witcher, heartless, cold...Paid in coin of gold, He comes he’ll go leave naught behind, but heartache and woe…”

“Deep, deep woe, for the witcher, heartless, cold, Paid in coin of gold, he comes…”

MC’s voice broke into it, pathetic cracks of the voice clear but quiet as she stopped.

A small applause was heard behind her; Belphie and Levi had seen and listened patiently, attentive and concerned.

The Avatar of Sloth put his arms down, kicking a skull as he sat down.

“That was a beautiful song, MC. What has made you so upset?”

Levi too, had sat down, his eyes no longer focused on the forgotten D.D.D.

MC just smiled sheepishly, sitting down with the boys as she tucked back a loose strand away.

“It was nothing important. A story for another time.”

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BELPHEGOR:

1.Girl, honey, darling. You're lying. It’s okay! You can trust him!

2.If MC doesn’t end up telling him, then he can just slip into the dreams (I think?)

3.Honestly worried for you. He’s the Avatar of Sleep- he KNOWS you’ve been disturbed lately, and more so than others.

4.Can you imagine the pure look of hatred once he finds out about this man?

5.And ew, you drank your mother’s blood?

6.But that’s cannibalism, which is a major sin so…

7.I guess you really can stay with him forever!

8.Honestly, he’s like a flame; burns as long as there’s fuel, then will move on to another topic.

LEVIATHAN:

1.So yeah. He didn’t really say anything.

2.But he was listening.

3.Didn’t make an anime reference once because nothing he’s ever knew of had been that horrifying.

4. Didn’t wanna make you feel shy about it, but kind of hints about it later on.

5.No, he doesn’t care about the man, because as you sat down on the skull ridden dirt, you just seemed so...peaceful

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 3 years

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Deltarune Chapter 2 Had Out Awesome Undertale

on September 21, 2021 I beat Chapter 2 of Deltarune.

(also possible spoilers in this, so please only read this if you have beaten Chapter 2 of Deltarune.)

it took me maybe a few days, but I finally got around to beating it. I hope no one take this the wrong way, but I think that Deltarune Chapter 2 has out-awesomed Undertale,

I still love Undertale but Deltarune's Chapter 2 is very....epic. (well I think is, and it's okay that not everyone agrees that it is more epic than Undertale.)

sure I had a little trouble here and there, but it turned out to be really fun and I do plan to play Chapter 2 again.

but starting with Chapter 1 first then working up to Chapter 2.

I'm glad I was able to play it, it seems you have to beat Deltarune-Chapter 1 first before you can play the Deltarune Chapter 1&2.

yes at first because I wasn't able to play the Chapter 2 at first, I decided to watch a walkthrough of it.....which I was only able to watch the next day.

but playing it myself was more fun and it really was awesome, it might take a few years (maybe either two or three.) until Chapter 3 comes out,

but it will be worth the wait.

don't know who Mike is though, unless it's Mike from FNAF lol......

can't be the Mike in the Undertale's Credits....must be a different Mike.

maybe we will learn more about Mike from Deltarune in the future.

also I can't help but think that Kris might be the Knight, and they have this dark side to them and the one that Susie is truly making friends with

is the Player, who is the new "Kris" and keeping the Old-Kris's dark side in check so they don't do anything too dangerous....maybe?

I believe I know why I am not able to play Undertale Fan Game, Kissy Cutie.

it might have to do with it being how I couldn't play Deltarune Chapter 1&2, until I beat Deltarune Chapter 1 in the original.

it was a new save in the original, so it was good that beat that and then tried to open up the Deltarune Chapter 1&2 again.

and to my surprise the game started to play without that blue pop-up message.

I'm not sure if it is right, that the Kissy Cutie game will start to play normal after you beat the Undertale and get the happy ending.

but I guess I could try to see if that works.

I need to say this about Noelle from Deltarune..........

the whole Yandere-Noelle might be canon.....

just like how the Pie that Kris eats is canon, so must be the Yandere-Noelle.

also I think Catti either loves Noelle as just a friend or she might have a crush on her and sees Susie as a rival.

my headcanon is that Catti has a crush on Noelle and she sees Susie as her rival.

I don't know how many players have scooted Lancer to the table after he got turned to stone....

I do not know if Lancer ate the spaghetti or not, but I know when I did go back to that room (before facing Queen)......

the spaghetti was gone, and the stone Lancer was still at the table too.

there is a reason why I think Yandere-Noelle is canon......but maybe not as deadly.....unless we end up going down a Geno-Route.

I really hope to go down the Weird Route, Weird Route For Life.

Weirdness Is Magic!

I plan to play the Deltarune Chapter 1 & 2 version from the very beginning,

and work my way back to Chapter 2.

also while playing Undertale, I got this theory that pop into my head

that the two figures that Frisk and Alphys see when they are about ready to go face Mettaton.

my theory is that the two shadow figures they first see, aren’t the monsters that Frisk faces....

but it turning out to be Kris and Susie, who’s adventure might be in the Undertale Chapter of Deltarune......I guess that theory might be a bit crazy

and it is not likely to happen.

but I think there could be a possibility of Undertale appearing in Deltarune,

as a future Chapter, and there being a side story within the Undertale Chapter within Deltarune, and in the Undertale Chapter we do not have control of Frisk.

but we still hold some control over Kris, and it could turn out that in the Undertale Chapter, Frisk is on their Geno-Run and this time it isn’t the Player that is making them do it.....because in that Chapter we aren’t in control of Frisk and Chara isn’t either.

I do have a theory that the Red Soul in Frisk, is NOT Chara or even Frisk.

the Red Soul powering the underground that you can find in the True Lab when you are turning on the power on that generator thing.

if you look closely you will see there is a red type heart in the middle,

which might be Chara’s Soul, and if we do a Geno-Run in might be possible that Chara’s Soul will find a way to talk to us by some form of Soul Telepathic Link.

Chara ending up appearing in Frisk’s mind and speaking to us through the dark mind space in Frisk’s mind.

and the Red Soul that is seen in the Undertale game, the one that can be seen in the fights.......was never Frisk’s Soul.

the Red Soul is the Player, this means that the Red Soul in Deltarune

is also the Red Soul from Undertale and they are both the Players.

if this is true that would mean without the players,

Frisk in the canon of Undertale, is Soulless.

if we think about it, Frisk would have their own Soul in the Fanon AU.

it might be possible that Kris, when not having the Red Soul/Player’s Soul in them.

they are not as they appear to be, yes they could come off as a bit mischievous.

like with the whole eating all the pie

but what if there is a more darker side to Kris, and what if it turned out there was another Soul controlling Kris and they are the ones that rip out our Soul out from Kris?

remember what Asriel said before in Undertale,

when both he and Chara shared a body, the control over the body was split between them.

it’s possible that Kris has more than one soul in them,

one being their own, the second being the one who acts as a villain,

and the third being us the players.

and if we decide to kill any one in the Deltarune Chapters

(or at least try to....)

then that might give the second soul controlling Kris even more control.

or not.....it could be that Kris only has two souls in them,

their soul and the Player’s soul.

I do have a theory that Kris might be the Knight,

well either them or Papyrus or Gaster or Asriel.

anyone of those four could be the Knight.

but the top suspect of being the Knight now, is Kris.

and this is thanks to what I have seen in Chapter 2,

both watching the walkthrough and even playing it myself.

it might be possible when we do take over Kris’s body,

we end up freeing Kris from another soul that might be the Knight.

it be interesting if when the choices pop up,

they come in two different colors to show which ones is what the Player would pick or Kris would pick.

the Player could end up choosing to pick what Kris wants,

or the Player could end up picking the the choice that isn’t the color that shows to be what Kris would want.

the color of the choices would be a Turquoise (Kris)

and Red (Player)

depending on the Player, we could choose to go with just the red color choices

or the turquoise color choices, if we choose the turquoise color choices

it can mean we value Kris’s opinion and want to show that their choices matter.

it be interesting if they add that in a future chapter.

I'm thinking of changing my tumblr name again, even if it hasn't been that long since I had changed my first tumblr username...

but I still want to put down my original tumblr name on any new drawings I post on tumblr, just to be safe and so there will be no misunderstandings.

I still want my Tumblr to be about a Deltarune-Flowey The Flower,

so even if I do change my tumblr username to something that isn't "Flowey"

I still want to be Flowey The Flower type.....as well as a Crossover.

and if I do decided to change my tumblr username for the second time.

going from floweytheflower-of-deltarune to [redacted]

I will have to edit the last drawing post I had put up that had floweytheflower-of-deltarune on it.

I will keep thinking about it.

but anyway the Chapter 2 of Deltarune was really REALLY awesome.

and it does seem to be a bit more epic than Undertale.

which once again I still love Undertale, but Chapter 2 has out did it.

for some reason Queen reminds me of White Diamond.

I do have a theory about Susie,

that either one she is a orphan or two she comes from a abusive home

and one or both of her parents might treat her badly.

and she let’s out her anger by bullying others

and the reason why she eats chalk and the other stuff she shouldn’t.

is because she isn’t getting enough to eat at home and might be malnourished.

Susie might also not be only child, she might be a older sister or younger sister.

and her bond with Lancer, taking up the Big Sister Role to him.

might show she has a Protective Big Sister side to her.

it might be possible that she gives half of her food to her younger sibling

and Susie doesn’t eat much at home because of how her parents treat both her and her little sibling.

if it is true that Susie has a younger sibling, it might be possible that Susie’s younger sibling is in Toriel’s class.

and given some info in the Chapter 2,

we might know the bio-gender of Susie’s sibling.

which if you read what I wrote on top about not reading this unless you beaten Chapter 2....

I can say now, that it is possible that Susie might have a little sister.

and the little sister might be in Toriel’s class.

I did do a drawing of what I think Susie’s little sister might look like.

as well as what Susie’s Mom might look like too.

but I don’t want to post them just yet.

it be cute if Susie’s little sister appeared in a future chapter

and once meeting Noelle, Berdly and Kris.

the little sister tells them “you can’t have my big sis! big sis is mine!”

of course Noelle might find this really precious, maybe it will remind her how much she loved her older sister when she was Susie’s little sister’s age.

speaking of Noelle’s sister, I did draw up a ship drawing between her and Deltarune’s Asriel.

if both the Holiday and Dreemurr families are both Boss Monsters

then I hope they reveal that in a future chapter.

it might be possible that both the Dreemurr and Holiday families

come from a Royal heritage,

if this is true that would make Noelle technically a Princess.

I’m calling Fan Headcanon on that theory.

also it is pretty obvious that Yandere Noelle is canon.

because of what we see in Chapter 2.

it might be possible that Kris has three souls in them,

one being theirs, the other being the Player and the other being possibly the Knight.

Kris’s true soul might be Turquoise blue type color.

what trait a Turquoise Soul is, well maybe it will be hinted in the game.

I really love Chapter 2 of Deltarune, and I know that Chapter 3 will be worth the wait.

and if Sans was hinting in Chapter 2 about Chapter 3, we might see it in a few years....then again I could be wrong about Sans hinting.

sadly we didn’t get to meet Papyrus in Chapter 2,

but we just have to be patient.

I think that besides the Players choices mattering in the game,

I think Kris’s choices should matter too.

so when the choices do pop up, they should come in Red for the Player

and Turquoise for Kris.

if we choose the turquoise color choices, it is still gonna be Kris’s choice

as it shows we are picking what Kris wants.

it be interesting if that happens.

also I would still like to know who Mike is that is mention in Chapter 2.

it might not be the one that is in the credits, so it has to be a different Mike all together, but who they are is unknown.

I hope some of you agree that the choices of the Player and Kris,

should be in Red and Turquoise.

we might be the Red Soul in both Undertale and Deltarune,

but we should try to look at it being in a symbiotic relationship.

where we make sure to keep Kris and their friends safe,

and try to fight off the other soul that had control of them before we came into their lives in Chapter 1.

also it might be possible that while both Undertale and Deltarune are two different timelines and AUs of each other.

it could be possible that before the start of those two games,

one could travel between if he machine that allowed it was turned on.

the Sans from Deltarune, might of came from a non-stop Geno Route Timeline

and had no other choice but to take both himself, his brother and other survivors to the Deltarune Timeline where they would be safe from Frisk.

I and a lot of other fans might believe this to be canon, and it would make sense given the evidence of the former Grilby’s turned into convenience store.

like what if in a future Chapter that is called “Undertale: Geno-Route”

it shows the world that Sans and his brother came from

and Sans ends up telling Kris, Susie and the others that he had to leave because it was becoming too dangerous and he didn’t want to watch his brother die again by the hands of the human named Frisk.

the Frisk that we the Players make to be more innocent and being full of love.

might be different from the Frisk that is in the canon of the game

and who knows how Frisk was before we the Player’s taken control of them.

but we do know that the Red Soul in Deltarune, could be the same one in Undertale, which would mean that we the Players are the Red Soul.

and while Kris could of had their own Turquoise Soul before we came into the picture.

and Chara could have the same color Red Soul as the Player,

which is being used to power the underground.

it could turn out that Frisk in the canon of Undertale,

is Soulless and is only given a Soul that belongs to the Player....

so Flowey might be right about Frisk’s Soul not being theirs.

I am glad I finally figured out why I couldn’t seem to play Deltarune Chapter 1&2 at first, it had to do with not beating the new save I had that had to do with the first Deltarune Chapter 1 before the version that had Chapters 1 and 2 came out.

if you beat the first version, then when you click on the new Deltarune Chapters 1&2, the blue popup message wont show up and the game will run normally.

so it’s best to keep the original Deltarune download.

#deltarune chapter 2 #love triangle #yandere noelle is canon #spoilers #undertale theory #deltarune theory #red soul #long post

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tally-kiza · 5 years

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Undyne Headcanons

UNDERTALE

- After Undyne’s parents died when she was young, she became determined to get justice for al monsters who had to die without seeing the surface. She went to Asgore to fight him so she could get into the Royal Guard, but instead Asgore trained her. It wasn’t long before she felt like a daughter to him. It warmed his broken heart. Many years passed before he finally let Undyne into the Guard. As the king expected, she quickly climbed up the ranks into captain.

- Undyne and Papyrus’s friendship is full of sarcasm and weird jokes (like that time in canon where they joked about spider-ducks); a typical offbeat humor. They also get into weird competitions with each other, like who can drink 8 glasses of milk fastest, and who can leave the biggest splatter by smashing tomatoes. Watching their chaos is... an experience.

- Undyne is her students' favorite teacher. Most consider her gym class awesome. Obstacle courses, extreme dodgeball, bench pressing the students. The kiddos, humans and monsters alike, have a blast. (Even thought she's not so good at the whole grading thing.)

- Even on the surface, where Undyne has proper recipes, she's still a terrible cook. At least her house isn't always on fire, though. Unfortunately, Alphys is also a terrible cook. She can only manage noodles and take-out. After a few months of this awful diet, they both agreed to take cooking lessons. It went swimmingly!! ...Yeah, they got kicked out after 3 classes. Undyne only barely managed to reign in her chaotic nature enough to learn how to make a salad and boil water with burning her house down.

- Owns a bunch of giant swords on the surface --- Swears like a sailor --- Hated nerdy stuff as a kid, but now is super supportive about it --- Blushes and gets a dreamy look on her face every time Alphys is mentioned; Even when they’ve been married for 20 years lol

UNDERSWAP

- She’s timid when Chara first meets them, but by the end of their journey, her passionate side really shines through. It just takes a bit for her to come out of her shell. But once she’s herself, it’s very clear how passionate and exuberant Undyne can be! Mostly about science, anime, and Alphys lol.

- Met Alphys at the dump. Undyne was looking for spare parts for her experiments when she spotted Alphys. The dino was staring at the waterfalls, contemplating her decision to be captain of the guard. Alphys never really wanted to hurt humans but she did want to free everyone, so it was a difficult decision for her. Noticing the other’s sadness, Undyne nervously introduced herself to snap Alph out of her reverie. They quickly became fast friends (and fell in love huehuehue)

- Experiments tend to go a little haywire when she’s really excited (and by haywire, i mean... explosion-inducing.) There are permanent burn marks on the walls of her lab. She doesn’t bother to clean them off anymore, not when they appear so often.

- Even more affected by the amalgamates than UT Alphys. Undyne truly thought she had saved everyone; she was so proud! But when she saw what the aftermath, she was devastated. The scientist never thought about her reputation, only how horribly she ruined them, how much pain she caused for them and their families. It was unbearable, knowing she was causing so much suffering. So Undyne hid them, not because she was worried of how people would think of her, but to prevent their families from seeing how devastated their loved ones had become. Chara reminded her, though, that she was just causing more suffering by making those families never know what had occurred.

- Undyne has been friends with Papyrus since they were kids. Shortly before he graduated, she got him an apprenticeship with the royal scientist. And even when he quit, they stayed friends, and often cook up explode-y experiments together. Both of them are still horrible cooks. ‘Dyne also has him join her to watch anime together. Pap isn’t as invested as she is, but he likes it well enough.

- Meme illiterate --- Loves side scroller games --- Can’t cook to save her life --- Plays piano for Chara when they first meet --- Met Napstablook at their cousin’s human fan club meeting. NTT felt guilty when they started distancing themself from her after they got famous, but the more time went on, the more awkward it would be if they returned, so they just.. never did... sorry...

UNDERFELL

- Papyrus is Undyne’s second-in-command and best friend. Neither of them will ever admit it, but they wouldn’t trade each other’s friendship for the world. And more so, they’re just chaotic goofballs a lot of the time. Normally Pap can calm Undyne’s hectic nature, but once she convinces him to join her mischievous plans, they are an unstoppable force of nature.

- Oddly enough, for being so chaotic and destructive, Undyne avoids fighting people as much as possible. She’ll always choose verbally de-escalating a confrontation over physically fighting any day of the week. Not because she’s a weak fighter, (no, if anything Undyne’s the strongest opponent you could ever face, second to Sans) but because she wants to minimize the bloodshed. The captain hates seeing her race at each other’s throats; it’s heartbreaking. So when it comes to monsters, she will always choose the most peaceful option until she has no other choice.

- When it comes to humans, though... ohohoho Undyne is merciless. She doesn’t even give the human the chance to run away. Frisk can’t beat her, all they can do is survive as long as possible. That is, until Pap shows up and distracts undyne while Frisk escapes. (Pap loves protecting helpless creatures, and Frisk was just too cute of a kid to let Undyne slaughter them). From there it proceeded like in canon UT: the human and Pap ran away to Hotland until Undyne passed out from the heat. Frisk stopped and gave her some water before the fish lady was revived, glared at them, and stomped back home.

- From there on, Frisk befriends her the same way as UT, except Papyrus doesn’t insist on hanging out with Undyne. In fact, he urges the human not to, but Frisk decides to go back and talk with her anyway. Pap tags along only to protect frisk! Definitely not to make up with Undyne. The hang out progressed as normal (just with ‘Dyne being a little more destructive and ranting about Paps’ betrayal for a bit), and she and Pap call up Frisk often with their usual snarky banter.

- Probably sets her house on fire on purpose. Why wait for the fire to come to her, when she can get one leg up on the fire!! Oh no... now she’s literally trying to fistfight her burning house. Can someone get a fire extinguisher!? Additionally, everything she cooks ends up on fire. Boils water? Fire. Makes a salad? Fire. Looks at a box of cereal? Fire. She’s like a Sim.

- Always gives the guard dogs pets --- Swears all the time and super crass. She doesn’t even censor herself around Frisk --- Wears her hair in a bun to prevent enemies from grabbing it during battle --- Has a very obvious crush on Alphys. Always gets shy and blushy when she talks about her. Pap teases her about it constantly

SWAPFELL

- Met Papyrus when he applied for an apprenticeship with the other Royal Scientist. The two of them quickly became fast friends: science-y, anime-loving nerds. But when Undyne started the DT experiments, Pap left. He could not in good faith sit back and watch her play god with people’s souls. They had a huge argument before he stormed out and they haven’t talked since.

- Over the course of Chara’s journey, as they have phone calls with Papyrus, and eventually Undyne, the two of them slowly begin talking things out. And by the end of the true pacifist route Pap and ‘Dyne have reconciliated and are friends again. It’s truly heartwarming!

- Rumors claim that Undyne is some kind of horrible mad scientist. Screams and shrieks are often heard emanating from the lab, surely awful and painful experiments are going on. But nobody dares go near the lab to investigate, fearing their lives... but NOPE! it’s just Undyne’s shocked wails at dramatic plot twists in her animes, and the sadness of particularly brutal scenes. Chara was terrified they met her, believing all those rumors. imagine their relief when they found out she’s just a nerd.

- Has the same motivations as US Undyne when it comes to the amalgamates, but SF ‘Dyne also hid them to try and fix them. Do more research, more experiments, anything to undo what happened! But none of it worked, so she just gave up...

- She is very curt when you first meet her, but it’s not long before that stony exterior melts away to reveal Undyne’s true form: a chaotic and excitable nerd with access to highly dangerous chemicals and explosives! ‘Dyne’s not crazy, she’s just really passionate and reckless about the things she loves.

- Loves how strong Alphys is. It’s the coolest! (But they both think they’re each the protector in their relationship lol) --- Created NTT to kill humans, but they just ignored her after she made their body, and left to pursue music instead. How rude! --- Adores vocaloid songs! Her favorite is “Paradichlorobenzene.” She even learned to play it on her piano! --- Addicted to coffee. She is VERY hyper at times. --- Tends to prefer darker animes but she secretly loves Mew Mew Kissy Cutie. No one can find out. Or else.

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Fresh Meat: Confinement- Chapter 19

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Chapter 19- Investigation

Chara awoke to noises outside their room. Two voices. Chara was too tired to fully comprehend the conversation at first. However, they were able to discern the two voices; they belonged to Alphys and Gaster. Chara’s eyes widened. They stayed still, they listened. They heard Gaster sigh, “I will call more of the Royal Guard to deal with the scene of the crime. I will have to oversee the selection carefully, due to the proximity to the human.” Chara raised a brow before they heard him muse, “I may have to move the human altogether for the investigation.” Chara’s eyes narrowed. Move them? Where? Could it be another chance to get away?! Their heart skipped a beat for a moment. Was the new room ready?! Chara shook that thought aside; no, they’d be moved there immediately if that was the case. Perhaps even sooner. These thoughts were interrupted by Alphys’s voice, “I better get started…”

Chara stood from their bed and spoke cautiously, “Alphys?” Alphys replied back calmly, “Oh, I’m sorry, Chara. Did we wake you?” Chara made a noise of affirmation, “Is he gone?” Alphys returned the noise of affirmation. Chara continued cautiously, “Why was he here?” “He teleported us here to confirm the intruder’s existence. How much did you hear?” Chara paused at the door, “Only that the Royal Guard will come to investigate and the selection will either be curated or I will be moved temporarily.” Alphys sighed, “So you missed about half of the conversation, then.”

Alphys leaned against the wall, “Um… I should… go make your breakfast. We can talk about the conversation then. Is… that okay?” Chara spoke calmly, “Okay.” Chara settled into their bed to wait for Alphys’s return. They yawned, still tired from the night before. They tried to think of the new situation but found their mind drifted too much to hold their thoughts together. Instead, they jumbled. Curiosity. Caution. Affirmation. These all mixed in their mind until they heard a knock on their door. Chara sat up with a start. Alphys sounded surprised on the other side, “Oh! Sorry. Were you trying to go back to sleep? I… I could come back later if you want.” Chara once more stood from their bed, “No. I am fine. I can sleep anytime. It is not as though I have much else to do.”

The tray slid was under, this time at an angle. The glass of water barely passed under the panel. Chara raised a brow at this. Usually, the tray was simply slid under on the floor. Chara sat down and saw the pile of dust as the panel closed. They frowned. She was trying to avoid the dust. Chara scooped up the tray and dug into their food. They heard Alphys slump against the wall next to the door. She began to speak, “He was really mad when I told him about the intruder…” Her voice perked up in a panic, “Oh! But not at you or me! A-At the situation, of course!” Chara rolled their eyes, “It sounds as though he is angry I was almost torn from his grasp.” Alphys mulled it over aloud, “Well… I mean… the situation is much more complicated than that. But… I mean…” She sighed, “I guess… when you get down to basics… you’re right.” Chara replied smugly, “Although, I would have been torn apart and by the sister or any other monsters the intruder intended to feed me to.” They mused dryly, “But, it is getting harder to say I would not have preferred that.” Horror dawned on Alphys’s face. She nearly gasped, “You’d rather have been killed?!” “It is either I am devoured all at once, or devoured slowly by monsterkind while I am simultaneously tortured. Be honest. Which would you prefer?” Alphys replied quietly, almost chastised, “Well… I wouldn’t want either to be honest…” Chara set down their tray. Their meal finished. They waited a moment for Alphys to continue. Silence. They gave a resigned sigh, “I know. Neither do I. But… at the very least…” Chara pouted and blushed behind the door. They grabbed hold of their locket and muttered out, “Talking with you eases the anguish… somewhat.” Alphys smiled. Her voice relieved, “That’s good to hear.”

Chara opened the unlocked panel, “I am done, do you need help grabbing the tray from this angle?” Alphys turned to see Chara peek under the door. They lied on their stomach with the tray in one hand, and the dishes and silverware barely contained in the other. She carefully reached down, “Yes. Thank you for the help!” Slowly but surely, Chara aided Alphys in collecting the tray and all that was left on it. Alphys sighed and stood with the tray in hand, “I wish I could stay longer, but I have to start with my part of the investigation.” Chara raised a brow, still visible under the panel, “What is he having you do?” Alphys quickly fished out her keycard, “He’s um… ordered me to recount the keycards. They allow monsters to use the elevator down here to the lower lab. The days after you were um… retrieved we-“ Chara sharply cut in with a frown, “Kidnapped.” Alphys returned the keycard to her pocket with a nervous smile, “R-right. Sorry.” Alphys continued normally, “After you were kidnapped, Dr. Gaster ordered all lab workers, well… anyone that had one for one reason or another, to turn in their keycards. I was the only exception… but I um… basically live down here anyway… but just in case. We had counted all keycards confiscated sometime before Serol began work on the soul scanning machine with his team. They’re the only ones allowed in the lower lab besides myself and Dr. Gaster.” Chara snarked, “So he doesn’t trust anyone within an entire floor of me.” Alphys shrugged, “Well… yeah! Basically!” Chara sighed, “Sounds just like-“ Chara’s voice cut out. A thought sprang in Chara’s mind, “Wait." Alphys’s expression turned curious, “What is it?” The whispers returned to Chara’s mind. They questioned Alphys, “The first time I was kidnapped, Mother, Father, and Asriel seemed to rescue me without much issue until after we left the lab. Was I not taken down here?” Alphys shook her head, “No. You were. I think the Dreemurrs had a keycard of their own, too.” She continued nervously, “That one was confiscated when they were um… captured.”

Chara fell silent. Their expression downcast. They closed the panel. Alphys frowned in response. She sighed, “I’ll… be back later. Hopefully before dinner.” Chara responded neutrally, “If I am not moved before then.” Alphys nodded, “R-right. Um… see you later.” “See you later, Alphys.” Alphys left without another word.

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Gaster’s eye sockets locked onto camera screens intensely. He studied the intruder’s journey throughout the lab via playback. His scowl deepened as he watched the intruder easily run deeper into the lower lab towards where Chara was kept. He grumbled. A quick mental note to speed up Chara’s new room as quickly as possible without sacrificing stability and safety. To the side of the room, he had the printer at the ready. He just had to find the perfect angle to get a clear picture. Anything to identify this monster clearly. After nearly ten minutes of playback, as he needed to carefully study multiple screens, he quickly paused the playback. His eyes focused on an image of the intruder, who stood tall and faced the camera with facial features clear. Perfect. Gaster couldn’t help but smirk as his hands furiously typed on the keyboard. Soon, the printer hummed to life. Five pages printed one by one. As the printer ceased its hums, Gaster carefully took the pages in hand. Five perfect copies of the image in question. This would work. Now, all he had to do was wait for Undyne for further questioning and to confiscate the missing keycard, if Alphys was correct.

Gaster turned back towards the screens. Another way to aid the investigation dawned on him easily. He could trace this intruder’s steps backward with the cameras. Most of the main paths in the Underground from Snowdin to sections of New Home had cameras set up. At least, until feral monsters or mischievous ones broke them. He smirked, he could easily make such brazen destruction a crime now. He began to type on the keyboard. One by one, the screens began to change from playback of inside the lab to playback of outside the lab and surrounding areas. A few more keystrokes before the screens began to rewind. Slowly but surely, the reversed playback showed the intruder came from one place: New Home. Gaster gave himself a satisfied smirk; that would do for the moment.

Gaster turned the screens back to live feeds in and directly around the lab. His hands finally left the keyboard and collected the pictures of the intruder. After he straightened the pictures, his eyes sharply darted back towards the screens. Something moved on them. Not unusual in of itself, but his gaze was still sharp from his quick research. He fully focused on the screens to see someone approach the lab. He relaxed at the sight of the monster; Undyne. His gaze turned serious. It was finally time for this investigation to truly begin.

He teleported out of the room to the front door. Undyne jumped back and readied a spear of magic. All within seconds. She relaxed at recognizing Gaster. She gasped, “Dr. Gaster!” She dismissed her magic before she stood in attention, “It was instinct! I-“ Gaster raised a hand. Undyne silenced herself. An amused smile dawn on Gaster’s skull, “To see one of my Royal Guard ready for any potential danger, yet able to give a second to examine the situation, is a credit to your training. Undyne relaxed. She gave a proud smile, “Thanks!” Gaster held his hands behind his back, “Alphys reported that you have the intruder’s keycard.” Undyne quickly fished it out of her pocket, “Yeah. Here.” Gaster quickly took the keycard from Undyne and stowed it away in one of his coat pockets. He spoke with a firm tone, “Come with me. We need to discuss last night’s events.”

Undyne nodded. She went to step into the lab before Gaster touched her shoulder. In the instant, the two appeared in Gaster’s office just in front of the door. Undyne blinked in confusion, “Wait- What?! How the hell did we?…” Shock filled her voice and expression as Gaster walked behind his desk, “You can teleport?!” Gaster sat down behind his desk and affirmed, “Yes. I would appreciate that this knowledge does not spread further than needed.” Undyne’s expression deflated to befuddlement for a moment. She gave a resigned sigh as she sat down, “Alright. Sure. I’ll keep quiet.” Gaster gave a half smile, “Good.”

He placed the images of the intruder on the table, “Using the lab’s camera system, I was able to produce a clear picture of the intruder.” Undyne took a copy of the image and examined it calmly, “Yep. That’s him alright.” Gaster readied a paper and pen, “It is unlikely, but did this intruder introduce himself?” Undyne shook her head, “No. Not to me at least. Alphys had some interaction with him before she called… I think.” Gaster scribbled something with a nod, “Yes. I saw it on the cameras. I will ask her about it after she is finished recounting the keycards.” Undyne raised a brow, “Oh, you haven’t talked with her yet? Guess it is kinda early.” “Only a short conversation. Enough to alert me to this incident and for me to give her the order to recount the keycards.” Undyne’s expression normalized, “Oh. Ok.”

Gaster continued, “Unfortunately, the room we keep the human is in a hallway without cameras. What happened at the human’s room?” Undyne recounted, “Well, I showed up and he was ramming the door. I threw a spear past him and yelled at him to get away from the door.” She snickered, “He hissed at me! Like he was feral!” Gaster raised a ‘brow’ with an incredulous gaze. Undyne cleared her throat and gave a half smile, “Ok… maybe not a feral hiss. But he did hiss.” Gaster scribbled another note before Undyne continued calmly, “So, I threw another spear that he ducked under. He growled and tried to chuck insults, but I wasn’t having his bullshit. I readied another spear and told him to step away from the door and go to jail or die. Told him it was ordered to not hold back.” Gaster scribbled more notes as he spoke, “Exactly as I instructed. Go on.” Undyne sighed, “Yeah. He didn’t like that. He started shouting. I’m pretty sure he said ‘fuck your orders’ or something like that at some point. Ranted about the distribution of the substitute, too.”

Undyne’s eyes and fins perked up sharply. She stood from her seat and exclaimed, “Oh, yeah! He mentioned something about his sister not getting any substitute!” Gaster looked up from his notes, “Many monsters believe they deserve the substitute. I ordered the distribution of the substitute carefully based on whether someone was soon to turn feral or about to Fall Down. Extreme cases, to put it simply.” Undyne sat back down in her chair, “Yeah. That sounds about right.”

Gaster spoke as he scribbled, “That narrows down the identity of the intruder and his intentions somewhat. And, what next?” Undyne sputtered, “The guy was dumb. He didn’t seem to realize or care that the kid was the source of the substitute. He then figured out we each got some of the substitute, but I said I gave up my supply.” Gaster blinked in confusion, “Did you?” Undyne hesitated. She sighed, “Yeah. I saw a kid Fall Down and gave them some until they became conscious again. Told them and their friend to do the same to anyone else with the couple that were left.” Gaster smiled, “Skilled and selfless.” He frowned, “Or perhaps foolish.” Undyne crossed her arms, “I’m not gonna attack the kid. Hell, I don’t even know when I’ll be near the kid after all this is over.” Gaster resumed his note taking, “Hopefully, you won’t have to. Continue.”

“He didn’t believe me. He said I was lying. That you were lying and not helping anyone.” Gaster rolled his eye sockets and replied dryly, “Just because one particular monster doesn’t receive substitute doesn’t mean I am not helping.” “He attacked the door again, so I threw a spear at him. It hit. So… I threw some more and killed him.” “As you should have. He continued to attack the human after you said he would die if he did so. You did as you were ordered.” “Yeah. Oh. And I interviewed the kid afterwards.”

Fear and anger appeared on Gaster’s skull for a split second before a serious gaze overtook it, “Through the door?” Undyne answered carefully, “I didn’t touch the kid. Alphys opened the door and hugged them. I found the keycard while I gave her a moment to calm the kid down.” “That doesn’t answer my question.” “I’m getting there, just a sec.” Undyne noticed a glare from Gaster before she continued, “I found the keycard and asked Alphys about it. She showed me hers. She then said something about a glass of water for the kid. I had to interview the kid anyway, so I let her go get it. Y’know, questioning witnesses alone and stuff.” Gaster groaned, “Were it any other monster, I would have to punish Alphys for such flagrant disregard of the human’s safety.” “I think it’s cuz I was here before, she probably figured I wouldn’t lay a finger on the kid. And I didn’t. The kid sat on their bed and told me their side of the story.” She snickered, “The intruder tried to pull the kid under the door, but the kid bit him to escape.” Disbelief scrawled on Gaster’s skull before he gave a resigned, “That… somehow does not surprise me.” Undyne continued with a smile, “After that the intruder pretty much tried to talk the kid back to the door. When that didn’t work, he tried to ram it. That’s pretty much when I got there with Alphys.”

Gaster finished his notes silently. He set down his pen next to the paper now filled with notes. He gave Undyne a neutral glance, “That will do for your side of the story, and you saved me the trouble of getting the human’s side of the story. All I will need is Alphys’s.” Undyne stood from her seat, “So, we’re good?” Gaster motioned to the pictures of the intruder, “Just one last task for you. I want you to locate the family of our intruder and question them. I want to be sure this is one monster working alone, and not a group that needs to be taught a lesson.” Undyne gave a nervous look, “Sooo… just question them, right? Don’t need to detain them or anything?” Gaster shook his head lightly, “Not unless it is clear that any member of the family was working with him to take the human. Take special care with this ‘sister’ of his. She could be a coconspirator, or simply motivation. With what you have displayed so far, I trust you will make the correct action.” Undyne relaxed slightly. She gave a proud nod. She lightly bowed towards Gaster and spoke, “I will, sir.”

Gaster walked around the desk and touched her shoulder once again. In an instant, the two reappeared in front of the entrance to the lab. Undyne sighed, “Thank goodness, that lower lab is a maze…” Gaster ignored the comment and spoke, “I’d suggest starting your search in New Home.” Undyne raised a brow, “Any particular reason why?” Gaster gave a smug smirk, “Because that is where most of the population resides.” Undyne gave a surprised look before it evened, “Right. Sorry. Okay. I’ll report back after I interview them.” “I’d expect nothing less.” Gaster teleported away without another word.

An expert from the journal of Dr. W.D Gaster

A frustrating event happened last night while I slept; the human was nearly taken. Not an escape attempt, but an attempt to steal. Undyne from the Royal Guard quickly dealt with the intruder as ordered and found a keycard in the intruder’s dust. This is extremely troubling. It could mean that all cards weren’t confiscated, or that there is a traitor in my midst. Alphys is not a suspect; at least not until all keycards are accounted for. She produced hers and Undyne returned the intruder’s. This shouldn’t have happened in the first place. I will have to place a guard either at the elevator to the lower lab or one at each entrance to the lab itself. I will uncover all who are conspirators in this plot by day’s end. If the intruder is not alone in this plot, his coconspirators will be dealt with in the same fashion.

#predatortale #undertale predator au #undertale au #undertale #undertale fresh meat #fresh meat: confinement #Confinement #alphys #chara #gaster #w.d. gaster #undyne #chapter 19 #fanfic #fanfiction

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skeletorific · 5 years

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Play My Heart in Swing Time- A Ko-fi and Kisses Drabble. GN!Reader/MT!Papyrus+UT!Sans+US!Sans

a drabble for @iliterallyhavenolife , who has been wonderfully patient. Hope you like it, it was a lot of fun to write!

“You know, if you guys ever relaxed the dress code, I might actually swing by this place more often,” Sans said, adjusting his tie for the twelfth time while he did a sweeping glance of the smoky interior of Grillby’s bar. Lucky had no doubt that this alternate of his brother would quickly be stripping both it and the dark blue sports coat he had donned for the occasion, but frankly, he had larger concerns right now.

“I QUITE LIKE IT, ACTUALLY,” Blue said, who had favored a light grey with cyan pinstripes that matched his eyes. “STILL, ALL THESE CIGARETTES CAN’T BE GOOD FOR HUMANS-”

Lucky held up a hand for silence, leaning across the bar to try and catch Grillby’s eye. Normally he didn’t like being rude but he was a bit desperate to make sure he hadn’t missed it.

Finally, the blue fireman saw him and came over, wiping out a glass. “back again?” He crackled softly.

“ARE THEY-”

“They’re still on,” he said, with definite amusement, but Lucky only sighed in obvious relief, collapsing onto a stool.

“Alright, man, what’s up? You’re looking a bit rattled.” That joke was even weak by his brother’s standards, but he couldn’t manage more than a vaguely annoyed glare before riveting his attention to the stage. Sans took a seat on his left side, leaning on the counter and ordering a drink.

“YES, WHAT WAS SO IMPORTANT? INK SAID YOU SOUNDED...URGENT.” Blue said, sitting down on his right.

“.....THERE’S THIS PERFORMER.” Lucky said quietly (well, quietly for him). “THEY’RE...NOT FROM AROUND HERE. AT LEAST, I DON’T THINK SO. THEY’VE BEEN PLAYING HERE ONCE A WEEK, AND NO ONE AROUND HERE SEEMS TO KNOW MORE THAN A NAME. I WAS WONDERING IF EITHER OF YOU THOUGHT THEY LOOKED FAMILIAR.” Human tourists weren’t uncommon these days. Ink made his traveling service available to pretty much everyone who knew how to get in contact with him, and it wasn’t uncommon to see plenty of wide-eyed humans wandering in a world that wasn’t their own.

“ONE OF THE DETERMINED HUMANS, OR...” Blue said, referring broadly to the Frisks and Swap Charas.

“I...I DON’T THINK SO. THEY DIDN’T LOOK LIKE ONE, AT LEAST.”

“they causing trouble or something? why do you need information this bad-”

“....I-I WAS HOPING FOR AN INTRODUCTION.” Lucky blurted out, cheekbones glowing a bright vermillion.

Blue and Sans exchanged a look and then matching mischievous grins.

“I SEE...”

“so, the crack shot finally took a...bullet to the heart, huh?”

“MMM!” Lucky groaned, burying his face in his hands. “LOOK, YOU TWO...YOUR WORLDS SEEMED LIKE A GOOD FIT AND...FOR WHATEVER REASON I FEEL LIKE YOU’RE LESS LIKELY TO BALL THIS UP FOR ME.”

“OF COURSE WE’LL HELP!” Blue said, patting his shoulder encouragingly.

“And hey, even if we don’t recognize them, might work as wingmen-”

“UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES.”

“its starting” Grillby said, who had been watching this whole conversation. Lucky sat bolt upright, making the other two snicker. Still, neither Blue nor Sans could resist looking with interest at the stage as the last performer was ushered off with applause and Mettaton took over, looking around the crowded bar with a dazzling metallic grin.

“Well, hot dawg, aren’t they just marvelous?” Scattered applause. “Kisses, darling, thanks for coming out. And now, for a returning favorite, and an old friend, its Shyren, with a new member of her little band, Kai! Knock em dead, dolls!”

Shyren, Aaron, and Napstablook took the stage, Shyren looking like she wanted to pass out from nerves, as always. Napstablook sat down by the drum. Aaron flexed for the pleasure of the audience (several of whom screamed very loud), before picking up the sax.

Alongside was the cutest human any of them had ever seen. They were a bit chubby, with a sweet open face under bright blue hair that caught the stage lights well. They seemed fairly nervous too but gave a bright wave out into the audience. Sans could notice the blush growing brighter on Lucky’s cheekbones, and bit back a smile.

Kai picked up the guitar. The band all exchanged nods, and then Shyren signaled the piano player.

“A one two three four...”

The band meshed well together. None of them could tear the eyes of their human. They were focused on their performance, to be sure, but they seemed to be having fun with it. When Shyren would stumble on a note they’d make a goofy face, emboldening her a bit. The audience began to get into the performance and they seemed to latch onto that, encouraging it along.

“THEY’RE...” Blue seemed to be developing his own flush.

“AMAZING” Lucky said with a forlorn sigh.

Sans tried to make a joke, but in the end, all he could do was murmur “fuck”

After far too short a time, the four of them exited the stage, flushed and excited. Mettaton started introducing the next act but the three of them just exchanged a look.

“SO...ANYONE, YOU KNOW?”

Blue shook his head, straining his neck to try and keep an eye on them

“think I’d remember something like them” He mumbled.

“WELL...IT WAS WORTH A SHOT...” Lucky said weakly, unable to tear his eyes away.

“.....fuck it, we’re going over,” Sans said, getting to his feet. Before the other two could react he’d wrapped his hands around their wrists and teleported to the other end of the room, near where they are. Both of them were startled and started to protest, but realized they were within earshot and shifted into whispers.

“WE CAN’T JUST-”

“Look, I think we’re all gonna regret it if we just let it slip past. If they’re not from any of our worlds, then who knows when we’ll see them again.” He stuck out his hand towards both of them. “We’ll all make our shot and let them make up their mind. Deal?”

“.....” They both looked at the hand, clearly wavering.

“WELL...I ALWAYS AM UP FOR A ROMANTIC ENCOUNTER.” Blue said, putting his hand on top of his.

Sans looked at Lucky. “c’mon, you really wanna spend another few weeks attached to the counter of this place, wishing you’d acted sooner? A one in three chance is better than months with no shot at all.”

Lucky grimaced...but straightened his hat, placing his hand on top of the pile. “ALRIGHT”

“MAYBE WE’LL GET LUCKY AND THEY’LL LIKE ALL THREE OF US?”

“We’ll see, bud, we’ll see.” Sans broke it and turned towards them, tapping them on the shoulder.

They turned to face him and smiled. “Oh, hi!” Fuck, they were even cuter up close, their face had a whole galaxy of freckles going on.

“hi,” he said, recovering quickly and shoving his hands in his pockets, grinning. “Uh, me and my friends back there just wanted to letcha know we enjoyed the show.”

“Oh, thank you so much! Um, to you too” they said, turning their smile on the other two. Lucky stiffened a bit and Blue smiled back just as bright. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Name’s Sans. Sans the Skeleton” He held out his hand.

“Oh, Kai!” They shook his hand enthusiastically. “And, you two?”

“I’M BLUE,” He said, coming forward and shaking their hand too.

Kai grinned and gave him a light buddy punch, which made Blue giggle. “Nice to meet you, Blue.” They finally looked at Lucky. “Oh, hey, I’ve seen you here before haven’t I?”

“....YES....”

“Well, it's nice to finally meet you.” They held out their hand. “Kai”

Before the other two could blink Lucky had taken their hand and pressed a gentle kiss to their knuckles before releasing it just as quickly, doffing his hat and giving them that boyish smile that made him seem like such a non-threat to the cops. “LUCKY. NICE TO MEET YOU TOO. I’M A BIG FAN.”

Damn it, looks like the family charm came for both brothers. And he was such a stammering blusher before...

“We were just wondering if you and your friends wanted some drinks,” Sans said. Probably for the best if three strange men didn’t immediately try to get them somewhere alone.

“Well, my bandmates are actually gonna be heading home. I should be getting back myself, but...I’d love a drink before I leave!”

They all grinned. Perfect.

“RIGHT THIS WAY,” Lucky said, swooping in before the others and gently escorting them to the bar. Blue and Sans exchanged grins. Oh, no way were they letting him lead this whole thing.

“SO WHERE’D YOU LEARN TO PLAY GUITAR?” Blue said, moving onto the other side of them.

“These two are gonna fret you with questions, of chords”

Needless to say, they didn’t so much as think to call Ink for several hours, and they were treated to the sound of that laugh more than once, as well as a few puns of their own. They all left with their number, and the promise of more to come...

#ko-fi and kisses #long post #minific #undertale #mafiatale #underswap #sans #us!sans #mt!papyrus #mafia!papyrus

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krat395 · 5 years

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Tickle... or Be Tickled (Chapter 3)

Now that Frisk and Toriel are at Asgore's house, it is now possible Toriel to put her plan to tickle Asriel into effect. And by having Frisk play with Asriel in Asgore's basement for a while, Toriel is doing just that. ;) Undertale(c) Toby Fox.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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Chapter 3: Petting the “Enemy”

Meanwhile… in Asgore’s basement…

Asriel: So, Frisk, what do you wanna do for the next while?! Huh?! Huh?! What do wanna do? What do you wanna do?! *asked Asriel in an incredibly excited and energetic manner*

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! Azzy, what is up with you today, bro? You’re acting more… excited… than usual. Why is that?

Asriel: It’s because this is the start of a fun-filled weekend with the most wonderful family and friends a boy like me could ask for, that’s why!

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! Oh, ok, that explains it. Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!!

Asriel: So, what do you wanna do for the next while, Frisk?! You didn’t answer my question yet!

Frisk: I’ll do you one better, Azzy. How about I show you? But in order to do that, I need you to take off your shirt and then lie down on this nice soft carpet. *Frisk cheekily replied*

Asriel: *excited gasp* Ok!!

As soon as Asriel positioned himself comfortably on the soft basement carpet, Frisk sat down on the carpet right next to him and began doing something that he absolutely loves.

Asriel: *huge moan of happiness* Frisk, that feels so wonderful! Thank you! *moan*

Frisk is PETTING ASRIEL! :D

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheehee! You’re welcome, Mr. Cutie. …Now, who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy? *teased Frisk in playful pet talk as she started playing with Asriel’s long droopy ears for a few seconds*

Asriel: Heeheeheeheehee!! Me. I’m a good boy. *responded Asriel in an incredibly relaxed manner* Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!

Frisk: Yes you are. Yes you are. *teased Frisk in playful pet talk once again as she continued playing with her brother’s ears* Heeheeheeheehee!!

30 seconds later, Frisk moved her hands down to Asriel’s belly and began giving him a belly rub. And by doing so, she caused the young boy himself to start kicking his right leg consistently as if he were a dog. ;) And while giving Asriel a belly rub, Frisk happened to notice a spot on the right side of his belly that had significantly less fur than usual. Why this is, she has no idea and she’ll be sure to ask him about it at some point. But not right now though! Because right now, all she wants to do is continue petting him. Because she just can’t resist touching his ultra-soft silky fur. ;)

Asriel: *moan* Aww yeeeeah, right there, Frisk. That’s the ticket. Nothing beats a good old fashioned belly rub. *moan* *soft bleats*

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheehee! Oh, Azzy, you are just so cute. X3 Heeheeheeheeheehee!

One minute later…

Frisk: *happy sigh* I know I say this a lot, Azzy; but seriously, bro, you have THE softest fur in existence! And by the way, you do realize that having such soft silky fur like this is one of the reasons why you’re so popular with little kids, don’t you?

Asriel: *sigh* Yes, I do. *responded Asriel with a slightly annoyed tone in his voice*

Frisk: Hey now, there’s no need for that attitude, Mister. I mean, I know you get your ears tugged on quite frequently by them and all, but you should feel pretty darn special that so many of them want hugs and nuzzles from you just simply because you’re so cute and cuddly! …And squishy too. …Squishy face! X3 *stated Frisk while squishing Asriel’s cheeks together a few times*

Asriel: *muffled speech*

Asriel’s having a bit of trouble talking due to Frisk squishing his cheeks together the way she currently is. So, in response, and as much as it pains Frisk to do so, she’s going to have to stop squishing his cheeks in order to hear what he’s trying to tell her. But Frisk doesn’t entirely mind though. She wanted to pet his fluffy tummy again anyway. :)

Frisk: Oh, heeheeheeheeheehee, I’m sorry, what was that, squishy boy? Heeheeheeheeheehee!!

Asriel: Yeah, but it’s kind of hard for me to feel special these days, Frisk. And some kids do more than just tug on my ears, you know. Why, just last Wednesday when I was at a park with Dad, a little 5-year-old girl that wanted to pet my belly put gum in my fur! And that piece of gum got stuck in there so much that I had to choice but to cut it out with a scissors! (*sigh* Man, I knew it was a bad idea to start letting little kids pet me.)

Last Wednesday, while Frisk, Chara, and MK were being tickled by Mettaton and Blooky, Asgore and Asriel had a fun-filled day together outside of Asgore’s home. The two male boss monsters went to several places that day and one of the places they went to just happened to be a park with some kids that wanted some hugs and nuzzles from Asriel. :)

Frisk: Huh, so that’s why there’s a spot on your belly with less fur than usual. I was wondering that was all about and I’m happy that I finally know. And was that little girl at least sorry after she did?

Asriel: Um, not really, no. After putting gum in my fur, she just rolled on the ground right next to the bench we were sitting on… and laughed. A lot! Like it was the funniest dang thing in the world!

Frisk: Oh, well, that’s too bad. I’m sorry to hear that, Azzy.

Asriel: *sigh* Thanks, sis. …And it’s no problem, actually. I mean, all of the fur in that spot will grow back to its original length at some point, at least.

Frisk: I should hope so! A completely fluffy tummy is better than a practically fluffy tummy, you know! Especially when all that fluffiness is the softest thing you will ever feel! X3

Asriel: Haha! Oh, Frisk. Hahaha! You’re just never going to stop claiming that I have the softest fur in existence, are you?

Frisk: But you do have the softest fur in existence, Azzy! Seriously, you do! And all the while I pet Toby last night, I literally kept thinking to myself, “Oh, Toby, why can’t your fur be as soft as Azzy’s?” And that’s saying a lot too because Toby already has some pretty soft fur! Softer than every other dog I’ve pet, anyway!

Asriel: Wait a second; Toby visited you and Mom last night?! *asked Asriel confusedly*

Frisk: Heeheeheehee!! He most certainly did, Mr. Cutie. Oh, and speaking of him, that reminds me! I’ve got one heck of a story to tell you!

Asriel: You do?!

Frisk: *nods yes excitedly*

Asriel: Well, then by all means, go ahead and tell it. …I’m all EARS. *said Asriel while playing with his long droopy ears for a few seconds and smiling and giggling all the while he did so* Heeheeheeheeheehee!!

With that said; Frisk began telling Asriel the story of her and Toby tickle torturing Toriel last night. And she continued doing so for roughly 15 minutes. All while continuing to lovingly pet him. And she told him everything that happened that night too; the plan she and Toby came up with three days prior to the tickle torture, tying Toriel up while she was sleeping, Toby licking Toriel’s feet with his slobbery tongue that tickles twice as much than that of other dogs’ tongues, Frisk painting an imaginary picture on Toriel’s soles with a paintbrush, Frisk and Toby punishing Toriel for preventing Undyne and Alphys from kissing in front of Frisk seven months prior to the tickle torture, making an arrangement to tickle Toriel at least once a month with help from at least one of her children, convincing Toriel that there’s nothing wrong with having big feet; etc. etc. etc.

15 minutes later…

Asriel: Wow, Frisk! That was such an awesome story! You and Toby sure make one heck of a team!

Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee!! Thanks, bro.

Asriel: Haha! No problem. …But holy heck though, even after everything you just told me, I still can’t believe you actually tied Mom to her chair like that! I mean, when Chara and I tickled her last Saturday, all Chara did was tie her legs to the footrest and tie two of her toes together. But you… you REALLY went the extra mile!

Frisk: Heeheeheehee!! Yes, I suppose I did, didn’t I?

Asriel: Hehe. Yeah. And it’s a good thing she was ok with you doing that too. She’s such a great mom, one that deserves all the tickles she can get! Especially on those big insanely ticklish feet of hers! And whenever Toby wants to tie her up and tickle her again, you can guarantee that I’ll be there to help you guys! *assured Asriel with a big smile on his face*

Frisk: Heeheeheehee!! Thanks, Azzy. I just knew you wouldn’t turn something like that down.

Asriel: Hehe. You’re welcome. …Oh, and speaking of Mom’s ticklish feet, I’m so happy to hear she’s finally come around to accepting how big they are.

Frisk: Haha! I know, right? I’m so happy I was able to convince her! And if you want, and just as long as it’s not hurtful in any way, you can tease her about them too. *lied Frisk with a mischievous smile on her face* (Since Mom tickled you as punishment for calling her, “Bigfoot,” and for telling her that her feet are so huge you could land a plane on them, I feel that by teasing her about her feet again today, you’ll make her want to tickle you even more! Mwah ha ha!)

Even though Toriel has learned to accept that she has large feet, she’s still not very fond of being teased about how large they are, even when the teasing is all in good fun. But Asriel doesn’t know that though and Frisk has just lied to him by telling him that Toriel won’t mind one bit if he teases her about the size of feet. All because she feels that when he does so; Toriel will want to tickle him as punishment; and all because Frisk wants to hear as much of Asriel’s adorable laughter as possible! :)

Asriel: *gasp* Awesome! I’ll be sure to do that yet today then! *replied Asriel with an excited smile on his face*

Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee!! Good. She’ll love it dearly, Azzy. I guarantee it. *lied Frisk once again* (Mwah ha ha!) …Ok, now that I’ve filled you in about tickling Mom last night, I’ve got another tickle story to tell you!

Asriel: *gasp* You do?! *asked Asriel excitedly*

Frisk: Hehe. Yeah. It’s about something that happened last Wednesday during our day off from school. But you’re gonna have to wait to hear the full version of it until later tonight though, ok? For now, I’ll give you the “CliffNotes” version.

Asriel: Aw man, really? Why’s that? *asked Asriel a bit disappointedly*

Frisk: Because Chara and MK want to tell the story with me, Azzy. The story involves all three of us and we all feel that it will be best to tell it to you in person.

Asriel: Oh, ok, that makes sense. And now that I know that, I can easily wait to hear the full version until later tonight.

Frisk: Hehe. Good. But I’m gonna warn though, there’s a strong chance that everything we tell you is going to make you SUPER jealous. Because it involves Chara and I tying up and tickle torturing MK and then all three of us being tickled by… Blooky and Mettaton! *said Frisk with a REALLY BIG smile on her face*

Asriel: *gasp* Oh my god! Haha! I’m jealous already! I SO would’ve loved being part of that!

Frisk: Tickle torturing MK or being tickled by Blooky and Mettaton? *asked Frisk despite knowing very well what Asriel’s response will be*

Asriel: Both! *sigh* But I suppose I shouldn’t complain too much though, because Dad and I tickled each other every night this week… during all our rounds of “The Tickle Monster.” *replied Asriel with a giant grin on his face* Heeheeheeheeheehee!!

Last Sunday night via video chat, Asriel told Frisk that he brought back him and his mother’s special mother-son tickle bonding a month ago. Then after that, Asriel and Chara told Frisk that they tickled Toriel last Saturday, which in turn made Frisk want to tickle Toriel herself. And then after that, Asriel told both Frisk and Chara that he brought back him and his father’s special father-son tickle bonding, which made the two girls squeal and blush with tons of delight. ;)

Frisk: Oh yeah, that’s right! Heeheeheeheehee!! Gosh, it’s just so freaking adorable that you let our parents tickle you the exact same ways they did when you were little, Azzy!

Asriel: Heeheeheeheeheehee!! I know, right? Heeheeheeheeheehee!! And I’m quite proud of myself that I let them do that too! Heeheeheeheeheehee!!

Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee!! Indeed, you are! Heeheeheeheehee!!

Then, with an evil grin on her face, Frisk kneeled over Asriel. And right before digging her fingers into his sides, she said to him,

Frisk: And you know, since we’re talking about tickling…

Asriel: AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! FRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHISK, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!! *squeak* AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!! GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO BACK TO PETTING MEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! *pleaded Asriel through his absolutely adorable laughter as he wiggled around on the floor and kicked his legs both consistently and frantically* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHA!!! *SNORT* GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHA!!! *SNORT* PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE!!! *SNORT* WAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!

Frisk: Nah, tickling you is WAY MORE fun, Azzy. Because every time my fingers wiggle, squiggle, and jiggle all over your sensitive skin with very little effort, I get to hear that sweet, sweet laugh of yours that I just can’t get enough of. *cooed Frisk*

Asriel: AHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOU’RE SO MEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEAN!!! *said Asriel through his laughter without any actual spite* AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *squeak* GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* FWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!

Frisk: Now, Azzy, is that any way to talk to your favorite sister? *asked Frisk teasingly as she began drumming her fingers ALL OVER Asriel’s fluffy tummy* Huh? Huh, Azzy? Is that any way to talk to your favorite sister?

Asriel’s fluffy tummy is so sensitive that just drumming your fingers against it is enough to make him burst into loud hysterical laughter that’s just too pure for this world! X3 In addition, it’s almost enough to prevent him from trying to tickle you back! Asriel may be a tough kid. But when it comes to tickle fights, Asriel has a real disadvantage due to how insanely ticklish he is. He is one of the most ticklish kids in existence if not THE most ticklish kid in existence and both of his sisters really love taking advantage of his insanely high level of ticklishness because of it! But it’s all in good fun though and the young prince himself absolutely loves it, even if it doesn’t exactly appear that way at the moment.

Asriel: AHAHAHHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHHAHAA!!!!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAT ARE YOU TALKING, AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, ABOUT?!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!! I DON’T, *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I DON’T, *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAAHHAA, I DON’T, *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAHHAAHAHA, I DON’T TALK TO, *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA, CHARA LIKE THAT!!!!! *claimed Asriel both teasingly and falsely as he laughed VERY HYSTERICALLY* GAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!! *SNORT* MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA~!!!!!

Despite struggling to speak through all of his hysterical and EXTREMELY CONTAGIOUS laughter just now, Asriel somehow managed to say every word of his false claim of Chara being his favorite sister to Frisk as a means of teasing her. And even though Frisk is very well aware that Asriel actually loves both her and Chara equally, there’s a very strong chance that Asriel is going to regret saying that false claim of his to her. ;) Frisk is already a pretty devastating tickler to him enough as it is and by teasing her the way he did just now, he is literally asking for her to up her game by a large margin! And little does Asriel know; Frisk has a secret weapon. And that secret weapon of hers just so happens to be her and Asriel’s own mother, Toriel!

Frisk: *gasp* Asriel, well, I never! *teased Frisk* Just for that, I’m gonna give you a tickle torture that you’re NEVER gonna forget!! And in a minute or so, it’s gonna get even worse!! *claimed Frisk with perhaps the most evil grin in existence*

With that said; Frisk began blowing several raspberries over Asriel’s naval. And at the same time, she scribbled her fingers both rapidly and fiendishly ALL OVER every devastatingly ticklish inch of his underarms, sides, chest, ribs, and tummy.

Asriel: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! GNERIVNWUIGWOESBRHQOWBSGUIQNEFRIUBVUEINAFIUESVSJKDNDFZJKNVLIJANFH!!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! AGREJINVJWISFVUNRUEPWBOIFQENWSKHVXNJVFNSJLNRWJESBRFHSERJLNVJNVJI!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! AAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!! *laughed Asriel frantically, hysterically, maniacally, and preciously all at the same time*

Meanwhile… in the upstairs living room…

Toriel: (*gasp of delight* I hear Asriel laughing. That’s my cue! Hee hee hee!)

TO BE CONTINUED...

#undertale tickle #undertale tickling #asriel #asriel dreemurr #tickle fic #tickle story

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Red Velvet Reel 5.2: Recipe for Disaster

[Fic Directory]

Pairing: [Married] Spicyhoney (Underfell Papyrus x Underswap Papyrus)

Summary: Edge takes Stretch out to eat (& lets Stretch drive his car) at the Factory Cheesecakes(TM) after an unfortunate batter-spilling situation. Talk about lots of stuff.

Characters: Edge (Underfell Papyrus) & Stretch (Underswap Papyrus) with mentions of Chara (Underswap Chara) & other characters.

Contains: Mpreg/Skelepreg! Dubious Science (Magic?) Fiction to Explain Monster Biology! Lots of headcanons! Hints of deeper issues with Chara!

Warning: Mentions of poisoning/attempted poisoning that were thwarted. (Potentially unsuccessful anyway because skeleton?)

Rating: Teen and up!

Note: Hey! This chapter is pretty lighthearted overall, but mind the warning about attempted poisoning! It’s very minor, but, you know. If you’re curious what the warning is for exactly, its- (SPOILER: Chara pours dishsoap into Stretch’s batter, and he realizes this so he spills it instead.)

The most surprising thing that happened that day, it turned out, was Edge tossing him the keys to the car.

“Are you sure-?” Stretch started to ask, looking up from the keys resting in his palm to find his husband already sitting in the car. Buckling himself into the passenger’s seat and engrossed with something on his phone.

Well, stranger things had happened... Stretch slid into the driver’s side with only a little hesitation, shifting the seat back to a more comfortable angle for his legs. “Do I set a course for home, Captain?”

“To The Factory Cheesecakes, Ensign,” Edge answered, sounding distracted as he was still tapping away at his phone.

“Aye aye, Sir.”

“Steady as she goes.”

Heh. Stretch was content to drive without speaking, listening to one of the new songs from that Aerok group playing on the radio. Undyne would be betrayed if she knew he was listening to any A-Pop groups other than m00nsh1n3, but these GLOWEE boys weren’t half bad...

“I don’t know why your friend is so anti-phone calls,” Edge finally put the phone down, rubbing at his good socket as though it hurt, “Having to send hundreds of text messages over the course of several minutes seems infinitely worse than speaking for a few seconds.”

Stretch gave a noncommittal hum as they waited at a stoplight, shrugging, “Maybe if you used your reading monocle like you’re supposed to-“

“It’s not a monocle!” Edge sank into his chair with an aggravated sigh, “I’m not going to use anything in public that advertises I can’t see perfectly without assistance!”

Stretch bit back the obvious reply that the literal claw marks ripping through his socket did more than enough 'advertising’ than glasses ever could.

“Besides, I don’t need it!”

This was an old argument he absolutely did not want to get into right now. “So what does the good ol’ Doc say?” Stretch asked instead, “Asgore was right about the glowing stuff?”

“Yes,” Edge leaned his head against the window, looking displeased, “It’s a first quarter symptom that occurs across all monster types, although it’s most noticeable in darker-hued monsters. Dramatically, sometimes- Moldsmals are able to match the brightness of the Underground’s magic crystals by the 10% mark.”

Stretch nodded, drumming his hands on the steering wheel, “That’s really cool. Why don’t you glow like that, then?”

He squinted, glancing at his husband with an impish smile. “Or do I need a reading monocle too?”

“It’s most likely a defense mechanism for the Moldsmals, and any other dark-hued monster,” Edge sounded annoyed, pointedly ignoring his bait, but the mood passed quickly enough, “Other monsters are less likely to step on them if they’re bright enough to see, since they are rather small. In worse situations, they would also be able to camouflage themselves with crystal clusters.”

“Sounds reasonable…” Stretch nodded, pulling into the crowded parking lot as he started looking at the rows of cars.

“By the blue truck,” Edge gestured to a free parking place on his side, “Brighter colors, on the other hand, have less of a need to stand out, resulting in a more muted glow. When Pancake is at 24%, my body should be able to light the space directly around me for a few feet. Helpful to a certain degree Underground, but useless on the Surface.”

“I guess that’s also why we didn’t notice,” Stretch bypassed the spot for one at the end of the row. He wasn’t about to risk letting a truck dent or scratch the car when he was driving it. “There’s a lot of natural and artificial light in our apartment, and pretty much everywhere up here, so it doesn’t really stand out much.”

“Mmhm,” Edge seemed to agree, unbuckling his seatbelt as the engine shut off, “Apparently the eyes have the brightest glow, but I can’t imagine that really stands out on a skeleton.”

He turned to face Stretch, “Are my eyes noticeably brighter?”

Stretch leaned forward as Edge kept unnaturally still, making a show of ducking his head to either side as he scrutinized his husband’s eyelights. They seemed… exactly the same, but then again, he was still under 15%, right? At least under 20. Maybe it’d really kick in another week from now.

Stretch pressed their mouths together in a chaste kiss before Edge could get concerned, leaning back to unbuckle his seatbelt with a wink.

“Eye think they’re beautiful, as always, darlin’.”

The surprised silence was short, with Edge quickly getting out of the car with an embarrassed flush to his cheeks. “I wanted an actual answer, you sap,” he tried to sound annoyed, but Stretch had plenty of experience picking up on his husband’s flattered and pleased undertones. He also didn’t miss the way sharp claws brushed against his fingers as Edge very deliberately waited for him to catch up.

“You’re going to glow, too, by the way,” Edge told him pleasantly, a mischievous glint in his bright(er?) eyelights.

“Me?” Stretch blinked, looking around as if to confirm Edge was actually talking to him, and not some other random person in the parking lot.

“You have objections?” Edge asked wryly, instinctively tensing when Stretch looped his arm around his shoulders. He forced himself to relax, leaning into his husband’s side, trying to keep his tone light, “Take it up with Pancake- it’s all their idea.”

“I would never!” Stretch did his best to sound solemn, giving Edge a squeeze before pulling away to put his hands in his hoodie pocket, keeping close enough their elbows brushed together. The one upside to parking so far away from the door. “I guess it makes sense, though. Monsters may not have obligate symbiotic relationships with their partners during pregnancy, but the importance of a positive and supportive emotional environment for the healthy development of the souling encourages more involvement. Certainly more intraspecific interactions than non-magical animal species.

“In this context, mutual bioluminescence wouldn’t just be an external indicator for others, then. It’s also establishing a more direct link with their non-pregnant parent as a form of, uh, emotional reassurance, I guess? But it’s a somewhat physical bond? Psychic? Hm. “ He rubbed at his chin, frowning at his other hand as he started counting something on his fingers, “I don’t remember. It’s been a while since those mandatory Physio-Repro classes in high school, I’ll have to dig around for my old textbook or something.”

Stretch looked up suddenly, “I do have a question, though.”

Edge didn’t say anything at first, expression carefully blank if not a touch alarmed, “If you, of all monsters, don't understand something, I'm not sure what you expect me to say-” He drew himself up to his full height, looking much more determined, “But I will do my best.”

“Heh.” Stretch grinned, taking the stairs two at a time to cut in front of his husband, “I was just wondering, you hungry? Even after a whole day spent making and eating pancakes with your delightful kids?”

Sighing wearily at the comment, Edge looked earnestly confused, “Of course not. Why?”

“Of cou-?” Stretch gestured at the restaurant with an expansive sweep of his arm, “We're just here for the ambience then?”

”I'm not hungry,” Edge sounded impatient, moving off to the side, away from the main doorway and other patrons, “But I know you are.” Edge hesitated, crossing his arms over his chest as he glanced at some of the lingering dampness on Stretch’s hoodie from where they had cleaned the batter earlier.

“You’re not that clumsy, Papí,” Edge sounded almost absent-minded as he leaned forward to pick at a dried speck Stretch had missed along his collar, “Chara put something in your batter that made it inedible, didn’t they? And you pretended to slip and spill it on yourself so no one else would accidentally eat it. It was too much salt, or something?”

“Or something,” Stretch agreed, putting his hands in his hoodie pocket and worrying at his ring. Soap. It was dishwashing soap. He probably would have been fine, since he didn’t have any organs to poison. But he was pretty sure that much soap was probably dangerous for humans. And since he had made his super delicious ‘everything but the kitchen sink’ batter and played it up so much, a lot of those kids would have wanted to sample it. The whole point of this exercise had been to share different flavors and toppings, bonding and sharing for caring or something.

Was it a “prank” that had just gotten out of hand? Did they know soap in that quantities was probably not good for humans? Had they been banking he would just find a way to hoard his pancakes and eat them all himself? Were they trying to get back at everyone else in the room, too? Should he tell Edge about it? Asgore or Queen Toriel? Probably, but what would he even say?

“Stretch?” Edge called out softly, the beginning of a worried crease between his browbones, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m good,” he smiled breezily, still feeling unsettled and conflicted, “Just thinking of what flavor cheesecake best conveys: ‘I told you so! That little demon has had it out for me since day one! And the more you try to defend me from them, the angrier they get and the more they hate me and the worse they act!’ I’m thinking probably anything that doesn’t have chocolate, ugh.”

Edge looked far from convinced, but he let the matter go, expression softening into something apologetic, “Chara was in rare form all day- I suppose they didn’t take to the news as well as I was hoping. Apparently, they’re having issues with Asriel too- pushing him down, pulling his ears, things like that. They’re jealous and angry, and I guess Pancake just made things worse. I’m sorry-”

“Ah, c’mon, Babe,” Stretch walked towards the front door, holding it open from the inside as Edge followed him in, “You’ve got nothing to apologize for. I’ll just keep avoiding them, they can pretend I don’t exist, and we’ll both be happy! Well, I’ll be happy, and they’ll hopefully go back to their usual, slightly less angry self! Let’s just focus on delicious cheesecake and ignoring huge, complex issues!”

“But-”

“Oh yeah, I nearly forgot!” Stretch turned around after exchanging a few pleasantries with the host, eyelights gleaming as he clapped his hands together, “This restaurant is notorious for its dim lighting, so we can check out that whole G-L-O-W thing too! And it’s still bright enough that no nosy people will be able to tell. Ever the brilliant strategist and awesome hubby- catering to my sweet tooth and insatiable curiosity. Love you, Babe.”

“I-” Edge sighed, face growing hot as he pointedly looked away, failing to suppress a smile, “You.. too... In that case, I think the flavor you’ll probably want to order is Tiramisu. After you’ve had something more filling and nutritious, of course.”

Stretch made a face, sticking out his tongue for extra emphasis, “Ugh, no way- it’s so bland! Maybe like salted caramel for something a little more mellow.”

“Key lime, then.”

“Oh, mango key lime!”

“Ugh.”

[End of Recipe for Disaster]

[Part 1] [Part 2 - Here!]

#spicyhoney #Underfell Papyrus #underswap papyrus #skelepreg #fanfic #redvelvetreel #Warning: attempted poisoning!#it's very minor but u kno what u can handle #overall fluffy and cute I hope tho?#pregnancy headcanon and dubious 'science' to back it up lol

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@necromin Thanks for the asks still Flowey

Why I like them

Oh... Asriel is a character who was practically written for me. I remember I fell in love with him from the very first demo of the game. He’s just this... person who looks like ‘there is no way to save him’ in a game that operates off the premise off ‘not having to kill anyone’. He is a codependent traumatized kid stuck in a loop, and I think his... desperation, especially in No Mercy, and how much... love he is brimming full of is... It’s funny because even when he ‘lacks’ love, you can see how much he cared/cares about Chara and his desperate loyalty and his willingness to go along with anyone and dependency. I felt the reveal of who he was, was just... so satisfying because with every layer unraveled around him I just grew to love him more and more. He’s kind of my dream come true... this dissociative little kid who’s presented so ‘maliciously’ and who is a ‘fake smiler’ and feels empty inside but who is truly this person worth being saved, who is... brutally sad in nature. Just... this incredible painful narrative of loss from someone who... desperately had one person to rely on. Also like... I just love this Bad Kid. Like... these two kids? Two little kids saying to each other ‘Creatures like us are so rotten, we wouldn’t hesitate to kill or betray each other’ and yet despite him saying this, you can tell Flowey has the utmost loyalty to Chara. Even though he SAYS this, the one loyalty he still has... is to Chara. Even the mere belief they could be around, regardless of any killing they do, overturns his grown apathy. His goal is never quite the same as theirs, but he would go along with any goal that makes them happy as long as he is by their side and they still think well of him. It’s this amazing... contrast that... says so much about Flowey as a character, and how he must have gotten to this point. As soon as Chara is there, you can see chips of the facade break away. This was built up to impress Chara, because he felt he was wrong and they were right and ironically when he is with them he can’t help but be a bit softer in contrast.

Why I don’t

Ugh, sometimes I’m frustrated by the soulless explanation. He just seems ND to me. Lately I’ve seen something that treated ‘soullessness’ as a sort of neurodivergence in itself, and that was compelling to me. But really I’m not fan of the ‘doesn’t have a soul’ bit because so many fans use it to be lazy and separate Flowey and Asriel as characters completely.

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

Oh... The end of the fight with Omega Flowey. And... his hallway talk with Chara in the No Mercy run, right before the protag gets to Asgore.

Favorite season/movie

Not applicable.

Favorite line

“It doesn’t matter now. I’m so tired of this, Chara. I’m tired of all these places. I’m tired of all these people. I’m tired of being a flower. Chara. There’s just one thing left I want to do. Let’s finish what we started. Let’s free everyone. Then let them see what the world is REALLY LIKE. That despite it all, this world is still ‘kill or be killed’. Then....? Well. I had been... entertaining a few ways to use that power. Hee hee hee... .... But seeing you here changed my mind. Chara... I think if you’re around... Just living in the surface world doesn’t seem so bad.” ^ This whole speech is what destroys me and no one does anything with this speech no one ever draws any lines from it except maybe ‘kill or be killed’ in variations I’m just. This speech DECIMATES me. “Why am I telling you all this? ...Chara I’ve said it before. Even after all this time, you’re the only one who understands me.” “I didn’t want to live in a world without love. In a world without you.” “I'm not ready for this to end. I'm not ready for you to leave. I'm not ready to say goodbye to someone like you again... So, please... Stop doing this... AND JUST LET ME WIN!!! STOP IT! STOP IT NOW!!! Chara... I'm so alone, Chara... I'm so afraid, Chara... Chara... I... I...” “Why are you being... so nice to me?”

Favorite outfit

I like that time he dressed up as a goat boy with a yellow and green sweater.

OTP

Chariskriel, Chariel, Friskriel

Brotp

Flowey+Papyrus

Head Canon

Oh hey it’s BPD boy. I could actually write a meta about this. I could write an essay about all the ways he demonstrates characteristics of BPD, down to Chara being his FP, his abandonment issues, his chronic emptiness, etc etc, and his rapidly circulating impulsive emotions Mains Reaper in Overwatch. I like to headcanon him as honestly... suffering through PTSD/dissociation or the monster equivalent thereof once he gets into his little flower body. Just his chronic feelings of emptiness, loaded with the fact he... literally can’t die. I mean, he CAN but suicide is a hard enough option when even flinching or having a last second doubt will cause you to still live. Chose his gender identity, in a way that actually physically effects his magic dusty body, because monsters are magic. Mama’s boy. Think this because he has that line, after visiting Asgore about how ‘not even SHE (toriel) could fix what was wrong with me’. A lot of people suggest that the first person he killed was someone close to him. But I’m willing to bet it was someone he didn’t know that well, and that he reset right after. I think it took a long time for Asriel to feel ‘liberated’ or ‘capable’ or ‘like there were no permanent consequences’ to killing, and then it just wore away until there were 0. I am sure he wishes he could reset to before him and Chara’s plan like, every day, and that though pops up in his mind every day too. (We already know he spends a lot of time calling for Chara.... “Did you hear me calling you?”)

Unpopular opinion

He’s just Asriel in a flower body. ...And I will admit, I do think he shows symptoms of abuse. I don’t think Chara intended to hurt their best friend or was intentionally manipulative but I do think they coerced him into a few things and forced his hand. Also a lot of the things Asriel says like... definitely imply those two were bad kids or occasionally did very bad things. I don’t think Asriel himself was 100% sweetness and goodness even before all the trauma. I just think you’re seeing him at a really vulnerable point where he wants to be sweet and good and leave a nice final impression. A sad breakdown where someone makes a few realizations is not the same as day to day life, and I think Asriel’s characteristics as Flowey are better for determining his character than his final speech at the end. A loquacious, mischievous brat who I love. Also like, ‘hellflower Flower’ and ‘sweet good innocent goat child’ are the two most bland and most common ways to write his character. Also honestly? I feel a lot of people pin Flowey as the ultimate evil of the game (and often drop that he’s Asriel when thinking of him in this way but...) what Flowey does is ‘what a gamer’ does. His actions are not that bad because he knows there are no consequences to them, much the same way someone playing a game knows. And I don’t just mean in a ‘no repercussions for him’ way. He also knows, that if he goes back, the dead won’t stay dead. Also people need to let Asriel have his ‘Chara wasn’t the greatest person speech’. Everyone’s always trying to act like Asriel is a dick for it, but that speech in itself does imply Asriel had a hard time looking at Chara’s flaws. Unfortunately the audience is even worse than Asriel about this, so Asriel can’t even have his two minute speech where he is able to admit to himself Chara wasn’t always right and he wasn’t always treated well.

A wish

I used to wish all the time that there would be a DLC where you could actually save Flowey but that dream is dead. Sometimes I still hope the next game Toby is working on will touch on him in some way but I kinda doubt it

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

The worst possible has happened to him. Guess it could be worse but it’s still pretty sad. No Mercy route is my ‘oh god please dont ever happen’

5 words to best describe them

Mischievous, codependent, troubled, empty, tragic

My nickname for them

Asriel. Az, Azzy

Toriel

Why I like them

Interesting? I feel like she’s this caregiver who loves children and is given some complexity beyond that. Like Lisa’s Terry, they take a ‘tutorial’ character and make them an emotional centre of the game. It’s like... this character who is normally set up to impede you in some way in both games. And while embodying the handholding of a tutorial, Toriel is someone who you don’t want to speed by or treat callously even though she is set up to be what is ‘frustrating’ in a game. Many people who first play have a hard time leaving her behind, it’s this interesting? Not sure if subversion is the word, but it’s definitely an interesting way to play with the concept of the tutorial and have it be an active and emotional part of the story.

Why I don’t

I wish we’d been able to have a bit more of an ongoing dialogue with her or check up on her at some points. I really wish that we’d been able to dig into her a bit more deeply or see her thoughts on a few things...

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

Her final confrontation with Frisk is my favourite part, right before they leave the ruins. After that it’s her running into Sans and being able to have a nice meeting with someone she’s known for a long time but never met proper. It’s nice to see them both get a chance to be a little goofy and happy.

Favorite season/movie

Not applicable.

Favorite line

“It would not be right for you to grow up in a place like this. My expectations... My loneliness... My fear... For you, my child... I will put them aside.” “Pathetic, is it not? I can’t even save the life of a single child.”

Favorite outfit

The purple one.

OTP

I like Soriel. I honestly just felt they had something? (also the game... literally implies such) They’re both these lonely people, and idk... part of the reason I do like romantic soriel is because I dislike a lot of the vibe of.... ‘Toriel’s divorced and had a family break apart, so she must always stay a divorced sad mother who is untouched from all other relationships’ I’m good with their relationship in all capacities, but the way people act about the kind of flirty dialogue at the end being this big TABOO just strikes me as off.

Brotp

On that thread, soriel. I totally dig interpretations where they are throwing wine parties with each other. In a few neutral ends the two end up living together which is interesting to me, I feel like that’s a mostly unexplored topic. Though I guess that topic is a bit bittersweet. I feel exploring them as platonic or close in different ways is interesting too

Head Canon

- It was a long time before she was able to make snail pies, butterscotch pies, after her children died and she left Asgore. For awhile she lived on the Underground’s fast food equivalent because she couldn’t find the energy to cook anymore. It had been zapped out of her. - When the first child fell down it ignited this chamber inside of her and it was the first time she’d been able to cook in awhile. - She’s better at being active when there’s people to do things FOR, and struggles with doing things for herself - Since she’s a little monster made of dust, there was probably a lot of her childhood where she maybe wasn’t quite sure what to settle as gender wise and she really got into the concept of femininity in her teens and became very confident using she/her then

Unpopular opinion

The framing of a lot of arguments against Toriel dating bother me. If she wants to date, let her. Also I feel like Toriel can’t EVER win! People are either like... she didn’t do enough to prevent children from leaving the ruins or ‘she’s kidnapping children and restricting their freedom!’ (despite the fact we know she was never able to keep ANY of them for very long) I even literally saw a post recently that suggested part of the reason Chara was upset in the underground was because Toriel prevented them from leaving the ruins which is like? No? It’s made super obvious that’s a reaction Toriel has to kids dying in the underground. Also. It’s great to have nuanced views on Asgore, but any argument that goes ‘Toriel hiding away from the responsibility of keeping Asgore from killing kids is just as bad as , idk, killing kids’ has a rotten argument. Both of them made mistakes. Maybe part of it is a bias on my end that if Tori, with her sharp personality, had been a child murderer and Asgore had retained his soft nature and had been too sad and lonely to stop her, I just don’t feel the same criticisms would be being made. But who knows!

A wish

That she’s happy forever after and is a great teacher and adopts other kids and has good things happen to her and restores her relationship with her son (Flowey)

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

Idk, bad things have already happened to her. I’m not fond of her and Asgore getting back together (I think it’s for the best they split ways and heal on their own for a bit) but I’m not like Oh God No or anything.

5 words to best describe them

Dutiful, caregiver, grieving, punny, lonely

My nickname for them

Tori

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secondstartotheright-imagines · 7 years

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Birthday? What Birthday?

Request from anon: Hi absolutly love your imagines, would you write an imagine about the reader being in neck deep into work and forgetting that it's her/his birthday and everyone throwing a party for the reader? Perhaps with focus on Golds chara?

Note: Hope this is okay! Haven’t written much in the way of Gold yet :)

Gold x Reader

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Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Why on earth had you decided to open up a bakery? Back in the early stages it had seemed like a brilliant idea, one that might have even paid off after a while, but instead of watching as the profits rolled in you found yourself working ridiculous hours and only just managing to make ends meet. So much for this venture shaping your future! You didn’t even know what time it was right now but given how extremely tired you felt and how deserted the street was outside it was safe for you to assume that it was definitely sometime in the early hours of the morning. Another batch of pastries was in the oven and finally, for the first time, you could allow yourself to sit down and take a five-minute break As soon as you sat down onto the chair the full force of your exhaustion hit you and before you could stop them from doing so your eyes closed shut.

It was only when an acrid smell invaded your nostrils that you were pulled out of the sleep you never even knew you had fallen into. As your eyes fluttered open a look of disgust etched its way onto your face as the horrid smell not only started to burn the inside of your nose but also caused you to begin coughing as it was joined by thick black smoke… …wait…smoke?! “No, no, no!” Immediately you were up on your feet as you dashed through the smoke and towards the oven you knew it to be originating from. The pastries that had been baking inside of it were beyond cremated now, so much so that when you finally managed to remove the tray the charred remains of them hit the air around you and instantly flew off and fell to the floor. Apparently some higher power didn’t think this situation was bad enough for you though and as soon as the smoke grazed the ceiling the sprinklers in the shop were activated and you now found yourself stood in what was essentially a downpour of rain. “Great….just great!”

“Having a few problems dearie?” A familiar voice broke you out of the panicked state you were in and as the water from the sprinkler continued to soak you your eyes fell upon your friend Gold. Of course he wasn’t getting wet because he was the sensible one who used his magic to protect himself from it. “Here let me help.”

With a wave of his hand the sprinklers stopped and any remaining smoke was forced out of the building. It would have been a relief to you that it was over had it not been for the fact that you could now see all the destruction as clear as day.

“Thanks.” You grumbled as you just looked at the mess rather than making any move to tidy it up. “This is what I get for trying to be productive.”

“I still don’t understand why you refuse to use your magic [y/n] it would make all of this a lot easier for you.” You shoot a glare over at your friend, annoyed that this was coming up into the conversation again, and moved over to where you kept the mop. This was not a conversation you were going to go into and he knew it…..which is probably why he quickly changed the topic. “Anyway I didn’t come over here to give you a lecture…”

“You sure about that?”

“Well I know I am not the best at sentimental conversations or anything but I am hardly going to scold someone on their birthday am I?” I was nowhere near close to having mopped all the mess up when something about a birthday was mentioned and I quirked a single eyebrow at him, confused. “Seriously? You have forgotten your own birthday?”

If you were perfectly honest it had been the last thing on your mind with all the work you had found yourself doing recently so you simply shrugged your shoulder and continued to mop up the remaining water on the floor.

“Birthdays aren’t really my thing. I can hardly take time out to celebrate something that happens every year when I have so much work to do.”

“You always help to make everyone else’s special in this town so I’m not going to allow you to just hide away and not celebrate it.”

“Gold, really, it’s fi-“ I looked up to speak to him directly only to find that he had done one of his disappearing tricks….again. “Great! I don’t even want to know what he has planned…”

* * * * * * * * * *

It had been a full 8 hours since you had seen Gold and you hadn’t seen anything of him or heard a word from him. Some people in this town would have seen such a thing as a gift but you just saw it as suspicious. Especially given what he had said before he disappeared from your shop.

He was definitely up to something.

This was only confirmed each and every time a customer wandered into the bakery with grins plastering their faces. You had no time to question anyone though because as soon as they had their pastries, cakes, or whatever it was they had ordered they quickly raced out of the building.

It wasn’t until you were closing up the shop that you heard the very person you were suspicious about clearing his throat from behind you.

“Now that is most certainly not what the birthday girl should be showing up to her own party in.”

“Please tell me you didn’t.”

All he offered you was a mischievous smirk as he waved his hand to rid you of your dirty work clothes and instead replace them with a gorgeous knee-length black dress with a nice pair of heels. Not a bad choice for him really….he was creeping back into your good books for sure.

Once he saw that you were happy with the outfit he held out his arm and waited for you to links yours around it. He wasn’t always the most pleasant of people, even to you, but if there was anything he was adamant on it was that he acted like a gentleman when the time called for it.

He walked you over to the heart of the town, Granny’s diner, you had made so many friends in this place and although some bad confrontations had happened in this place the good ones far outweighed them so you were more than happy that out of all the places he could have chosen for your party this is the one he settled on.

As you walked through the doors you could see that the place was packed full of the faces that you had grown so close to. Any sense of exhaustion soon dissipated and was consumed instead by excitement at the thought of spending some time with them all.

The first one to meet you at the door in the form of throwing his arms around you was young Henry and instantly your face lit up.

“Happy Birthday [y/n]!

“Thanks Henry. You are growing up far too quickly by the way…..stop!”

You let out a small laugh before returning his embrace as The Charmings headed your way. Snow was the first to wrap her arms around you before David placed a soft kiss onto your cheek.

“You kept this one far too quiet [y/n]….now that Snow knows you won’t be able to from now on.”

He smiled at you before taking Snow’s hand and stepping back up to the bar of the diner. You had plenty more people to speak to, a lot of whom you hadn’t seen for a few days now, but there was one person in particular you wanted to put your attention on at the moment. He had sat himself at a booth in the far corner of the diner, not being one to particularly like socialising at these events, and so as the others guests helped themselves to the food Granny had put on you slid yourself onto the same seat he was on and rested your head on top of his shoulder.

You felt his body tense at the closeness but you ignored it. He had just made your week so he was going to have to deal with it.

“Thank you.”

“For what? I was just making sure that the tradition of a birthday took place when it should.”

“Of course. Well…..” Making sure that no one else heard you the volume of your voice lowered to that of a whisper as you moved towards his ear. “….I like to think there is a bit of a softer side to you that you tend to keep hidden so, still, thank you for this.”

“You are most welcome [y/n] now go…..have fun for once.”

Throwing a mock salute in his direction you dragged yourself out of the booth before making your way into the crowd of people. If this is how good it felt to be with the ones you cared about, minus the stresses of work on top of you, then you really did need to start thinking of slowing down.

Good things didn’t always last long in this town. Each minute needed to be appreciated.

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spirit-of-creativity16 · 7 years

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My Kingdom Hearts OCs Bios List.

These are all of my Ocs that created for my Kingdom Hearts AU: Fated Stars. The list contain main, sides, and futures Ocs infos.

Kingdom Heart:Fated Star OCs Bio(updated version) by SpiritDreamWariors on DeviantArt

Main Ocs( Features in story and play a big role).

Name: Akira Knightfall Age: 15 Gender: Female Family: Terra(KH/Older Brother:Unknown), Gemma( Mother: Deceased), Raven(Father: Deceased), Alan Royal(Surrogate Uncle: Active), and Sorin Royal(surrogate cousin/brother: active) Looks: Fair skin, dark blue eyes, and waist-length choppy, brilliant brown hair with messing bangs frame her forehead and sides of her face. Also have a scar on her right palm. Personality: Loyal, caring, foul-mouthed, tomboyish, adventurous, neutral, adamant, introvert, bright, aggressive, protective, spirited(sometime), unyielding, blunt, free-willed, and reliable. Like: constellations, grim fairytales, old legends, archeology, swordsmanship, hiking through the woods, exploring the unknown, going to the museum, pastries, candy, music, her family and her closet friends. Dislike: choosing sides, anything girly, failing, losing people she grew attached, abandonment, deep water, and her brother spending too much with his friends. Weapon: Double-edge sword Magic Elements: Dark, Light(weak), Thunder, Ice, Fire, Earth and Water(weak) Weakness: Light magic(sometime), melee attacks, at times her emotions get the best of her, and losing control of her magic Anything Else: Akira had been raised by her older brother, Terra, in her early childhood. Once she was old enough, Terra made the best decision to let her lived with a close family friend, Alan Royal, just for a while so he could focused on fulfilling his dream. While she could lived a normal life with her uncle and his son, Sorin. She managed to live a good life since Alan raised her like his own daughter, and Sorin is like a little brother to her. However, Terra haven't come back for her for the past ten years, and nover gotten any messages of his whereabouts. Also she does has difficulties socializing with other since she was raised somewhere far away, and she doesn't know how to interact. Trivia: Both Akira and Terra are consider to be second generation of fighters of their father side. Akira have a fear of deep water starting at age of five. Lastly, Akira have many fails friendships in her childhood.

Name: Kitigin the Kitten Relatives: Unknown Age: 14 Appearance: First-version-Silver-furred anthropomorphic cat, peach-skinned face, bright pink nose, unusual blues eyes, and black ears. Short hair with bangs split into three, and a fluffy tail. Second version- a small kitten with silver fur, bright blue eyes, tiny sharp claws, and sleek-pelt styled. Personality: Selfless, supported, promise keeper, moral compass, naive, innocents, merciful, courageous, childish, and a dreamer. Likes: Her group of friends, learning magic, helping other, seeing new places, natures, sweet treats, tea, herbal bath, aroma thereby, and having fun. Dislikes: Deaths, failing, Akira's anger issues, seeing her friend fighting, lying, thunderstorm, and fire. Weapon: Magic Staff Magic Elements: White, Water, Aero, Nature, and Light Weakness: Physical Attack, dark magic, Fire spells, and Snipers Background: Nothing much know about past, but her training to become a healers at very young age. Also given a task to search for someone important. Trivia: Kitigin is based on Hummy from Suite Prettycure. Originally she was supposed to be a wolf to matched with Akira's personality, but then changed into feline for character development between her and Akira since they are total opposite.The idea of her becoming healer was from Warriors by Erin Hunters: a book series that focuses on cats living in the wild, and also have healers that have special connection to the stars.

Name: Sorin Royal Relatives: Alan Royal(Father: Active), Unnamed Mother(Deceased), and Akira Knightfall(Surrogate Sister/Cousin: Active) Age: 10 Appearance: Peach-skinned, leaf-green eyes, and golden brown hair. Personality: Open-minded, knowledgeable, spunky, friendly, helpful, rash, sophisticated, sociable, bold, and outspoken Likes: Wildlife, exploration, going to museum, being with his big sister, video games, vegan food, bike riding, playing the drums, taking care of the environment, taking pictures, and doing animal research. Dislikes: His father being too protective, Akira's stubbornness, inaccurate facts, treating as a underling, not being useful, meat, and pollutions. Weapon: Beast Stone and Small Sword(only for emergency) Magic Elements: Fire, Aero, Earth, Water, and Light Weakness: Status effect spells, bigger foes, unable control instinct, and Beast Slayer. Background: Sorin was raised by his single father, Alan Royal, and was able to live a normal childhood. Along with his sister, Akira; however, he does question if she really is his sister since they are nothing alike by traits. But he keep to himself and happy to have her as his big sister. Trivia: Sorin is vegan ever since he was seven. He unaware that Akira and Alan are keeping secrets from him. Sorin is based on a Grim Fairytale called Brother and Sister.

Name: Lucy Quartz Relatives: Unnamed mother and father(unknown) Age: 14 Appearance: Creamy pale skin, light orange hair, that is perfectly straight. When left alone it will hang just below her shoulders, Lucy ties them up with yellow hair ribbons pigtails high on each side of her head: the only part that is left alone is the bangs that fall just above her eyes and shorter hair on the side of her face. And blueish green eyes Personality: Artistic, kind-hearted, short-tember, protective, strong-willed, sociable, strong, stubborn, feisty, and dependable Likes: Drawing a lot, singing her favorite music, being with friends, cute stuff, training, going places, and martial arts. Dislikes: Her friends fighting, artistic works not turning out rights, being spoil by her parents, selfish people, snobs, and injustice. Weapon: Scythe Magic Elements:White, Thunder, Fire, Ice, and Earth Weakness:Underground attack and status affect spells Background:Lucy is not originated from Seikastu Valley, but she came from one of the four major towns: Hippocampus Coast. She used to lived with her parents who are wealthy, but one day she encountered a mysterious creature and vanished. She now lived with a group of kids who went missing like her. Trivia: Lucy is capable to punch through steel. She and along with another Oc are supposed to be Akira's childhood friends, but the idea dropped due to new story purpose. Also the idea of being one of Akira's childhood friend is too clinched and overused in the KH Fandom.

Name: Ren Tomcat Relatives: None Age: 15 or 16 Appearance: First Version- A small (like Kitigin) human that carries a strong resemblance to a cat - with cat ears, paws(for hands), and a tail. He has golden eyes and dark blue hair. Second Version- Tall, tidy dark blue hair, two blues marks on both cheeks, and human hands(ability shift into paws). Personality: Mischievous, laid back, nosy, brave, caring, friendly, wanderer, loyal, creative, devoted, and mysterious. Likes: Sleeping, catnips, listening to soft music, exploring, his human companion(Lucy), gazing at the night sky, seafood, and climbing. Dislikes: Water, Robin's cocky attitude, anybody who want to hurt Lucy, mad scientist, and dogs. Weapon: Claws Magic Elements: Dark, Fire, Ice, and Thunder Weakness: Water, Easily Get Distraction, Attacks from underground. Background: Ren met Lucy when Lucy found him injured and alone, she took care of him and stayed by him and because of that Ren sticks to Lucy like glue, he doesn't like being separated from her for long periods of time. Also he doesn't know his own past. Also suffer identify issued since he's mixed between human and feline. Trivia: Both Ren and Lucy are created by same fanfic writer, CatLoverX33. Ren also based on Yoru from Shugo Chara(the creator favorite anime). Also he like to say "Nya" at end of his sentence when he in his first form. Also his second form is based Final Fantasy's Miqo'te race.

Name:Robin Tormenta Relatives: Unamed parents(status: unknown) & Unnamed multiples brothers(status: unknown). Age: 15 Appearance: Slightly tan skin, brown eyes, inky black hair, and messing hair-styled. Also a permanent bruise on his right leg. Personality: Cool, cocky, easy-going, compassion, athletic,funny, show-off, quick to anger, loyal, strong-willed, sometime jealous, brave, courageous, humorous, impatient, and quick-thinker. Likes:Video games, being with his friends, spicy food, trying something new, running, soccer, parkour, playing guitar, break dancing, hang outs places, break dancing, and Rock n' Roll. Dislikes: Losing, Ren(ocasusily), someone make fun of his friends,heartless, doing nothing, feeling useless, his nasty bruise, and cheaters. Weapon: Dagger Magic Elements: Wind, Thunders, Water, and Ice Weakness: Paralysis effect, unable to be patient most of the time, Earth and Nature based spells. Background: He originally came from the city until he got into a car accident. Ever since then he lived at home until he suddenly disappear. Leaving his family behind, and now lived group of kids who left their family. Trivia: He based on Sonic the Hedgehog because he and Robin are the best runner and loyal to their friends. There are some hints that he's Mexican descendant; however, nationally doesn't exist in Seikastu Valley. Instead they are describe as "Bronze" folks.

Name:Froze Nimbus Relatives: Unnamed parents( status: unknown) Age: 16 Appearance: Neck-length platinum-blonde hair, icy blue eyes, well-muscle, and pale skin. Personality: Calm, good-hearted, easy-going, serious, patient, intelligent, careful, resourceful, useful, loyal, well-organized, unconventional, bibliophilic, caring, uptight sometime, sociable, logical, and mature. Likes: Swimming, going to the library, reading, archery, darts games, snow-covered field, fighting tactics, keeping stuff organize, his closet friends, reading novels, mediating, hacking and tinkering devices. Dislikes: Disorganization, hate getting interrupted, Akira's temperament, Robin being too cocky, not doing anything useful, hearing his comrades argue, and judgmental people. Weapon: Bow n' Arrow Magic Elements: Ice, Wind, Thunder, and Fire Weakness: Close range enemies, shield and armor that the protect opponents, and blinding spells. Background: Froze's family own a tailor shops, and worked their for almost his entire childhood. His family home schooled him, but Froze feel he is not getting a good enough education. One day he disappeared with no trace or motive. His old home town declare him dead, but he's not really. Trivia: Froze's hometown thrived in mountains and harsh cold weather, and people who come from the cold land are label as "Cold" folks. Froze's glasses are just accessories for him since his eyesight are more enhanced thanks to a certain ability.

Name:Makayla Belladonna Relatives: Nyra(older sister: active), and unnamed parents( status: unknown). Age: 16 Appearance: A bit tall, short, black hair, and tanned skin. On her left ear and a bit on her left cheek she has a port wine stain birth mark. Personality: low self-esteem, cold-hearted, quiet, over-protective, sharp-minded, sometime manipulated, empathy, good-listener, useful, good-hearted at times, friendly sometime, middle ground, and a bit childish. Likes: Fighting, anime, rabbits, making accessories, writing dark stories, playing rpg makers games, being with her sister, the color white, and friends. Dislikes: Bullies, bad people, someone tried to hurt her sister, being around a lot of people, getting caught, failing, losing her precious creations, and unable to get things right. Weapon: Sai Magic Elements: Ice, Fire, Poison, and Wind Weakness: Relying too much on her manipulation ability, larger enemies, low defense, and light spells. Background: She and her older sister, Nyra, came from a long line of fighters. Their family are in charged of oldest guild in Seikastu Valley. One day, Makayla was given a gift and later disappeared along with her older sister. No one know what happened to the two sister, but many consider the two dead. Even though their bodies were never found. Trivia: She's the second Oc to be contributed by none other than my supporter called RequimeofKingdomHearts. Her last named "Belladonna" was based on the deadly plant, fitting because she delicate and also dangerous in a fight. ******************************************************************* Sides Ocs( already features in story, but play a small role). Name:Alan Royal Age: late 40th Gender: male Looks: Neatly comb black hair and stubbled beard. Well-muscle for his age, and has bright green eyes. Personality: Level-headed, calm, intelligent, wise, fatherly,kind,and brave. Alan have dry sense humor and sarcastic wits. Like: Studies, reading, going places that he never been too, meeting new people, and cooking Dislike: Akira's stubbornness and reckless, People who are quick to judge, war, annoyance, and anything that creeps or crawl(ex: Snakes, rats, and scorpions) Occupation: Professor

Name:Nyra Belledonna Age: mid-twenties Gender: female Looks: Dark brown eyes, tall-figure, pale skins, neck-length ebony hair, and slender. Nice curved body and modest-sized chest. Personality: intelligent, cunning, caring, protective, good-leaderships, and flirtatious. Likes: Makayla(baby sister), Froze(assistant), Mocktails, everything going as plan, organizing, tactical games, yoga, and practicing fighting. Dislikes: Anybody who hurt her sister and Assistant, being tricked, keeping secret, and judgmental people. Occupation: Headmistress(formerly)

Name:Hana Sakuragi Age: 10 Gender: female Looks: Bright red hair, brown eyes, and pale skin Personality: gentle, shy, strong-willed, weak, and soft-spoken Likes: Cartoon, coloring, flowers, going places, Sorin and Akira Dislikes: bullies, being weak, her illness, seeing Akira and Sorin arguing. Occupation:Student ******************************************************************* Future OCs(feature in future stories and one-shots).

Name: Harmonia Age: 15 or 16 Gender: Female Looks: Shoulder-lengths blonde hair, peach-skinned, and lavender eyes Personality:Serious, brave, complex, caring, and cold-hearted Likes: Music, theater, fairytales, and swordsmanships. Dislikes: People getting in her ways, her mother, and monsters

Name:Magia Age:16 or 17 Gender: Male Looks: Black hair with slight curls, dark brown eyes, and Personality: Wise, determined, stern,good-hearted, and logical Likes: Magic, books, owls, astronomy, helping other, and leaning something new. Dislikes: Monsters, distraction, friends being mischievous, and disorganization.

Name: Shade Shinozaki Age: 14 Gender: Male Look: messing silver neck-length hair, golden-colored ears, tanned skin, slightly pointing ears, and a large bite marked on his right shoulder. Personality: Friendly, out-spoken, loyals, spunky, courageous, dreamer, and rash. Likes: ghost story, his girlfriend, going swimming, surfing, Dislikes: Secrets, being compare to somebody else, and killers.

Name: Euphemia Albinoni Age: 13 or 14 Gender: Female Look: curly, black shoulder-length hair, dark skinned-colored, dark brown eyes, and slight-curved body

#kingdom hearts #an AU where Terra have a baby sister and other characters defendant as well that aidthe main heroes

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Papers of Homelessness - Chapter 14

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BEFORE | NEXT

a/n: welp… this is a 4k+ chapter… which cannot be split in the middle… so… enjoy?

You couldn’t fall asleep. You kept turning and tossing on your bed, your mind buzzing too loudly for you to relax.

After what seemed to be eons, you gave up on falling asleep anytime soon, sitting up to look at the time, finding that it was merely a bit after midnight.

What a crappy night…

You grumbled and got out your bed, putting on your shoes and pulling on your heavy jacket, not caring to change out of your pajamas. No one will notice anyways and you were cold so who gives a care.

You snuck out of the apartment and gently locked the door behind you, hiding the key inside a hole behind the pot by the entrance. You didn’t want to have anything on you besides your trusty knife after all.

You squared your shoulders, your breath swirling in white fog while you marched towards the diner, not able to think of a different place to go to.

But this time you took the long way, not in the mood to walk over drunkards and people sleeping scattered across the street.

The one time you did was enough.

So you walked in the frigid night, eyes glued to the illuminated skies, the street lights too bright to let the stars pierce through them. You grimaced in annoyance, hating the street lights for that annoyance of theirs.

The cold wind sliced into your nostrils when you breathed in. your body shivered. At last, you reached Raincatch Street and relaxed, your shoulders drooping and you slouched a bit back, head tilting back to look at the ink black skies illuminated by the yellowish red street lights, the cold invading the newly uncovered patch of skin by your action.

Your feet dragged you to the diner, your body remembering the way from the two years of walking down the same road. You met no one since the street is always empty at night, especially on a winter night.

Heh, worked to your advantage.

You finally neared the place and slumped forward, taking a deep sigh and looking up, wondering if you should wake Grillby up to open the door for you or just pick-lock it.

You reached the door and raised your hand to knock on the door—

Only for scuffling to echo in the peacefully silent street.

You tensed and looked around, trying to pinpoint the noise of the brawl while your hand strayed into the pocket, gripping the pocketknife in anticipation. You stepped to the diner’s side, looking to the path next to the structure in suspicion since the noise was coming from there.

Why is there fighting behind Grillby's…?

Wary, you treaded the path and circled the building, pressing yourself to the wall when the noises grew louder.

You inhaled deeply, preparing yourself, and gingerly stuck your head out as little as possible, eyes narrowing to focus on the dark area between this strip of houses to the next. Pipes and waste containers littered the area but it was still comparably clean to the deserted street so it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle.

A shadow moved and you managed to register several people jumping on a small form and almost immediately falling back, the victim of the attack having stepped aside to let the people crash into each other.

Filling a sense of familiarity from the victim’s pose and curiosity over the new development, you spotted a waste container and ducked behind it, taking out the knife and flicking it open, peering from your hiding spot to survey the fighting.

The men surrounding the form sneered, one moving strangely in a way you couldn’t decipher from the darkness. “Yer seriously the ‘ead? Maybe ah spoiled lil’ princess, but I ain’t seeing any authority from yah.”

The victim shifted on their legs and said something you can’t hear. The assaulter laughed in a cracked way, suggesting that he was injured. “Oh, yer the talk of town, kid. 'ow 'bout ah smash yer 'ead and then we’ll see ’s in charge.”

You rolled your eyes in disappointment, so those are bullies. You didn’t really understand the whole authority since the man’s speech was worse than Grillby’s tendency to speak shortly but one thing you were able to deduce.

The kid wasn’t going to survive another assault of… you quickly counted five people… of five people again. Especially not in such a dark and tight space. And you weren’t going to turn down a chance to fight.

You were about to stand up and interrupt the battle when the victim bent down to pick up a slightly bent metal pipe. You raised a brow, stopping your ascent and waiting.

This should be interesting.

The form laughed and a clap was heard. Suddenly, three more shapes appeared and the group charged at the victim.

Cursing, you stood up and approached the fight. You always hated those kind of people. “Hey, cheaters!”

The group froze and turned to you. The main bully stepped forward, slightly taller than you but bigger, and grinned. “So the princess got some knight.”

“He’s not.” You jolted at the voice you were now close enough to hear.

“Hood?” You exclaimed, looking over the man’s shoulder to gaze on the victim, who became clearer as they approached you, the pipe dragging behind them.

“What are you doing here?” Hood asked as they circled the main bully and stood next to you, the hood shadowing their face completely. “It’s night.”

You shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep, so I decided to take a walk. What about you? Why are you picking a fight?”

Hood tilted their head. “I didn’t.”

“Oh, so they did?” You pointed with your thumb at the man centimeters from your face, who was growling with anger. Hood shrugged and you blinked. “You are weird.”

“You’re weirder…” Hood looked down and you snorted.

A meaty hand landed on your shoulder and you looked to the side to spot the main bully snarl at you. The man clenched your shoulder almost painfully. “yah 'ink yah can just ignore us?”

You frowned and stuck your knife in the offending hand, yanking it out and jumping away when the man howled in pain and stumbled back, holding his hand protectively.

Hood turned their head to you. “Too much…”

“Says the one holding the metal pipe.” You grinned and Hood shrugged, raising the pipe. You grin widened and your body fell into stance next to the hooded person. “Ready to smack some sense into bullies?”

“They aren’t bullies…” Hood replied and you laughed.

“Of course, of course.”

And you were off.

First in order, get the leader.

You pounced on the guy and pinned him down, pressing your knee onto his stabbed hand. The man was struggling, howling in pain but you simply punched him in the face a few times to quiet him down.

When the leader was out for the count, you jumped onto your feet and spun around to see the group trying to reach to you only to be stopped by Hood’s pipe.

The woman was like a blockade in the narrow space, the bent pipe extending their reach and slashing at the men any time they tried to come closer, only using the pipe to force them back.

So Hood doesn’t like to hurt people, you thought just as one man tried to be brave and came from around.

Hood didn’t show any hint that they noticed him, too busy holding the other seven off. But just before he managed to circle her, she swiveled to her side, braced her front leg on the ground and stabbed him with the bent pipe, slamming her other feet down and throwing him to the back of the group. Your jaw fell, watching in awe at the strength they had just exhibited.

Hood took a deep breath and turned their head to you. “Taking too long.”

You grinned and rushed to stand next to them, raising your knife, anticipation and excitement bubbling in your stomach, adrenaline pumping in your veins. “Sorry.”

Hood nodded and you charged at the group, twisting behind two assaulters and with one hand slashed one’s calf and with the other pulled the second man to the floor, pressing him down and using him as a base to pick yourself up and twist your legs around the first’s bent form’s neck, crashing him down as well.

You jumped back and slashed deeply into their foreheads, the metallic stench exploding in the tight space. With those slashes, you knew that even if they did get up, the blood would blind them.

They screamed in pain and you decided to leave them be. They won’t be a hindrance now.

The other five were flunking Hood, attacking her with fists and knives. The hooded person sled from between them, landing her pipe onto one’s head, bringing him down to the floor.

You circled your arms around another and stuck your knife into his shoulder, avoiding any major arteries or muscles. Then punched him in the head.

Three left.

Hood jumped behind you and shot their fist out, slamming it into your ambusher’s chest. She then stepped back and flung her pipe, catching him in the neck and sending him sprawling to the floor.

“Thanks!” You called and slashed at the seventh, who tried to catch you off guard as well. He screamed and staggered back, holding his arm.

You were about to deliver the last slash, but then the man smirked and Hood’s voice called. “Chara!”

You swiveled around and ducked just as a knife flew whistling over your head and caught the smirking man in the side.

Self-goal.

You picked yourself from the floor, ears ringing and heart pounding in your veins, seeing Hood holding the eighth in a chokehold, the man on his knees and struggling to free himself.

You walked towards the two, looming over the man with a maniacal smirk.

The man stiffened and growled.

Oh, brave.

Nice.

“So mind telling me why you were attacking Hood in the middle of the night?”

The man growled and Hood shrugged, putting their hand behind the man’s neck and his eyes rolled up, the big body slamming onto the floor, motionless.

You stared at Frisk, adrenaline clouding your logic, and grinned mischievously. “So How about a date?”

Hood jerked and looked up, the hoodie somehow still up but dirtied with grime and a bit of blood. “Date?”

You shrugged, straightening up and stretching, your chest still tight and hot. You were so pumped for another fight. It ended too soon for your enjoyment.

But man, was fighting alongside Hood exhilarating. They sure knew how to make a show.

Hood tilted their head but at the end simply stood up and placed their hand on your sleeve, sending tingles up your arm. “You mean like the relationship?”

You nodded, blushing a bit as you led the other away from the bloodied mess and out to the main street, circling the building to knock on the main door.

“Yeah. I was meaning to make certain that you didn’t misunderstood me…” You felt a bit hot at the questioning look you got.

“You mean?”

Oh come on! Was Hood really trying to get you to say it?

You scoffed. “I meant the 'I like you’ thing. I didn’t mean it as friends.”

You expected another question, but Frisk simply shrugged. “I know.”

“Oh…” Now you felt a bit stupid. Of course they understood that. They’re clueless, not stupid.

You took a deep breath. “So I know a nice place. And on Monday Grillby is going to close the diner for a day.”

“Why?”

“He wants to visit his family in the next city and decided to give us a day off.”

“Oh… so where do you want to go?” Frisk asked, peering into the glass vanes on the door. You smirked, still red faced because of the realization that you had just asked them out officially.

…

Your mind cleared up immediately and you nearly paled in horror.

Oh god, you actually asked them out! And they agreed!

Your chest swelled with pride despite your face and ears burning.

“W—” You didn’t get a chance to finish since the door opened and Grillby stood there, clad in red sweatpants and a white button up shirt that was haphazardly thrown on and buttoned. His glasses were slightly skewed and his red hair spiky and greasy.

You grinned, conflicting emotions of giddiness and uneasiness raging in your stomach, and flashed him thumbs up. “So got a girl we didn’t hear of?”

Girllby frowned in confusion. “…Chara?”

“'Sup, boss?” You shrugged and dragged Hood into the diner, pushing by the redhead and into the chilled warmth of the diner. It was still warmer than the outside but you felt the chills.

Grillby slammed his hand on your shoulder. “…why here…?”

You huffed. “Some people assaulted Hood. I was passing by and helped. I need your shower.”

The man eyed you for a long while before turning to Frisk. “…Again…?”

Hood nodded.

You stiffened, excitement evaporating, and turned to glare at the man. “What do you mean 'again’?”

Grillby looked at you and then as if resigning to fate he replied. “…Happens sometimes…”

You bristled, heart sinking. “And you didn’t tell me?”

The man adjusted his glasses and turned to you, green eyes boring into your intensely. “…too eager…”

You growled. “And? You made Hood fight them alone all this time? Eight men attacked them this time! And you weren’t even out there to help her!”

Frisk placed a hand on you shoulder and forced you to turn to them. You glowered at them and got a fist to the chest.

You took a step back, the punch softened enough not to knock the air out of your lungs but it still took you by surprise.

Okay, point taken.

You sighed and folded your arms. “Alright then. Please enlighten me.”

Hood tugged at their hoodie strings. “Grillby can’t fight.”

“I know that! But he has a gun!”

“I told him I will… protect this place alone.”

That had made you shut up. Your chest went cold and your eyes widened. “…What?”

Hood shrugged. “Didn’t want you… worried…”

“Hood, you live on the streets!” You exclaimed and she tensed.

“I sleep here when I fight…”

That explains why she is so early on some days. It made your blood boil. “So he hired you to be a bodyguard. He prefers to have you outside to protect this place than to just rent you a room.”

Grillby didn’t answer but Hood shook their head. “I made the deal.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not used to sleep inside…”

You blinked. “Huh?”

The woman shrugged, posture guarded. “I prefer the streets… I know them. I feel… trapped in a room…”

You trembled, not sure if from anger or cold realization.

Hood preferred the outside stench and dirt than the safety of a house… you turned to Grillby. “You tried to rent the room to them?”

He nodded. You turned to Hood. “And you rejected it.”

Hood nodded.

“So you made a deal…”

They both nodded.

You took a deep breath and went to a table, took a chair off and flipped it so you could sit on it, elbows on the table and head in hands, fingers tangles in your hair. “…this is so fucked up… ”

Hood placed a hand on your back. “Didn’t want to upset you…”

“Well, you did. I would have liked to be notified on what’s going on here. I am the second worker of this place. I do everything except live here!” You gritted your teeth in humiliation. “And apparently I can’t even be trusted!?”

The hand clutched your coat. “I’m sorry…”

“Well, 'sorry’ doesn’t cut it, Frisk!” You turned to them in anger, the hooded person taking a step back with tensed shoulders, a certain wariness you had never noticed vanishing coming back. You should feel upset for making them wary, but you just feel angry.

Betrayed.

You looked at your boss. “If I can’t be trusted with this kind of information. What else have you been hiding from me, huh? Is the diner actually the hotspot of illegal deals? Is it getting bankrupted? Are you secretly not Grillby? If you can’t trust me with this, what else can’t you trust me with!?”

You worked those two years so hard. You hated talking to people yet you devoted yourself to this place out of respect to Grillby and the paycheck.

You still remembered when your mother showed you the flyer for the new diner opening up in the town that needed workers. And how you, with your glorified secluded emo self, came and offered yourself for the job because 'mom nagged me’.

Grillby hired you on the spot and you never understood why.

You still didn’t understand why.

You trembled when you got no answer. “You can’t answer me?”

Grillby placed a hand on Hood’s shoulder and gave them a long stare. They nodded and retreated to the stairs, stopping there for a moment, hesitating, but then clenched their fists and climbed the stairs.

You shook from anger.

Grillby flipped down a chair and sat on it, messaging his throat and then straightening up, green eyes firm.

“…Chara, I did it because… I did not want to burden you…”

You froze, eyes widening. Grillby’s voice was softer and cracked at the middle. But he spoke. He spoke a whole sentence.

Grillby shrugged, still messaging his throat. “…I can speak… for a little while… it hurts though…”

You clutched the chair between your legs, your teeth gritted so hard they would probably break. “Another thing you hid from me?”

“No… no one knows.”

He’s trying to pacify you. And you hated yourself a bit for falling to it.

You folded your arms and look childishly away, “What do you mean 'not burden me’?”

The redhead looked at you. “…You do so much… I didn’t want… you losing sleep…”

Your chest warmed but you stomped down at the feeling, stubbornly keeping your anger. “You thought I would never find out?”

The man shook his head.

“So you wanted me to find it out on my own?”

Another shake.

“Then what!? When would you have told me?”

Silence.

You glared back at your boss. “Well?”

“…I don’t know…”

So basically… it wasn’t out of malice. “So tell me… how can I trust you now that I know you’re capable of withholding important information from me?”

Grillby shrugged. “…You can't… but you have to…”

Can’t argue with that. “Military logic?”

A nod.

You exhaled, defeated. You really couldn’t stay angry at him for long. You knew he was telling the truth. You knew you can trust him.

But it still stung.

“Just… just don’t ever think withholding information that I need to know is a good idea, okay?” You growled. He nodded.

“Alright, then,” You spat out miserably, slapping your hands over your knees and pushing yourself up, “Guess it’s time for me to head home and 'sleep’.”

Grillby stood up as well and gestured to the staircase. “…Apologize…”

Back to one word sentences you see.

“Why?”

Grillby raised a brow and you felt scolded. You groaned in frustration, your arms spread in annoyance and defeat, “Fine, fine!!! I can’t seem to get anything my way today anyways!”

You stomped to the stairs.

You heard the shower running as you ascended the steps and so you decided to sit on the guest bed, knowing Hood would have to come here if they wanted to sleep.

You reclined on your hands and looked over the room, searching for something that screamed 'Frisk’.

It looked as nondescript as before.

You slowly calmed down, the new adrenaline dissipating, and starting to feel a bit stupid over your outburst. Grillby had any right not to tell you things and you still didn’t know much about Hood so it’s not like they were hiding things on purpose.

Perhaps you had… overreacted.

Now you understand why Grillby had sent you up here.

The water stopped and soon shuffling came closer to the room and Hood ventured to the darkened room, freezing at the doorstep when they saw you. They were holding their hoodie in one hand, letting their face go uncovered.

There is a new healing scar over their jaw.

Your stomach twisted.

The woman sighed and held the hoodie closer to their chest, wary of your next action. You looked at them, taking in the person you were supposed to be dating right now.

Funny how it felt like you became enemies instead.

You grimaced. “So apparently I am a child throwing a tantrum.”

Hood flinched.

“You know that I don’t cringe from fighting.”

“You should be sleeping,” The homeless finally said.

“You also.”

“I… don’t sleep much…” They admitted. “At least not at once…”

“So you take naps during the day?” You inquired. They nodded. You hummed. You didn’t expect that.

Another thing you didn’t know.

After a long awkward silence, you sighed and petted the spot next to you. Hood raised their eyes in confusion, the orbs blank as always but their brows raised.

You shrugged. “Sit, please. I can’t apologize properly like that.”

“Oh…” The woman entered the room and approached the bed, sitting next to you, holding their hoodie tightly, looking much smaller than that person who threw a man with a bent pipe less than an hour ago.

A small, cautious child instead of a confident, strong fighter.

You had made them look like that.

You bit your lip and wrapped your arm around their shoulders, pulling them flush against your side.

Hood tensed and you rubbed their arm, resting your cheek on their hair, not able to look into their eyes just yet. “I'm… I’m sorry, I guess…? we’re different people with different views. I wasn’t angry at you more than I was angry at Grillby for lying to me…

I just… I just hate it when people lie to my face. How can I trust someone who won’t tell me the truth?”

Frisk was silent throughout your short confession, their hold on their hoodie loosening. Then when you asked the question, they relaxed and shrugged. “People can lie to protect.”

“It’s still a lie.”

“Chara…” Frisk withdrew from the embrace and turned to you, eyes eerily sharp. You stare back, startling when they placed a hand on your cheek. “You’re not the only one here. Not everything is about you…”

You snorted, heart beating loudly in your throat. “You just lowkey called me a spoiled brat.”

Hood shrugged, stroking your cheek. You flushed from the sparks their touch caused. “You show too much.”

You raised a brow. “You’re still insulting me, Hood.”

They ignored your comment. “You are a survivor but can’t remember. That’s why you’re arrogant.”

“Now you’re just pushing it.” You didn’t know when, but your faces were closer now. The hand on your cheek curled behind your jawbone.

Hood tilted their head. “You have much to learn.”

You smirked. “You’re no better.”

“I know.”

“Wow, self-degrading is no good.” You were millimeters from each other. Your hand moved to cover the hand Frisk braced on the bed.

“I know my flaws.”

“Like?” You pushed, grinning in intrigue. Frisk inhaled and their eyes bore into yours, stopping you in your place.

“I am selfish…” They whispered. “I'm leaving my position unattended.”

You raised a brow. Position? “That’s not so bad. I think you’re too secretive.”

“Could be.” Frisk’s eyelids lowered a bit and they pulled your face lower, your lips nearly touching. “I don’t understand people…”

“No close friends?” Frisk shook their head. “You have been alone ever since your father?”

A shrug. “Easier that way… don’t want to be responsible for someone else.”

You brought your free hand to their face, brushing their lips. “What about me? You hid this from me. You took responsibility of this place’s safety.”

Frisk’s breath hitched and they drew back, releasing your face to cup your hand and softly pressed their lips gently to your palm. Your hand went on fire and you could accurately feel the soft yet dry muscles against your heated skin. Your breath quickened.

“Frisk?”

They mumbled against your hand, eyes half-lidded yet still staring holes into your skin. “I don’t want anyone touching what’s mine.”

“So you’re possessive as well,” You muttered, your strength leaving you. Hood shrugged and nuzzled to your hand, their eyes closed.

“I’m flawed. You’re flawed.”

“I know that…” You moved up the hand covering Hood’s, running it up the other’s arm until you clutched their upper arm. “What’s your point?”

Hood opened their eyes, locking you in place. “I need to apologize as well for keeping it a secret.”

You huffed out a laugh. You weren’t expecting that. “I need to apologize for acting like a child.”

“Accepted.”

You grinned. “Accepted.”

Now what?

You took a deep breath and bent lower, pulling Frisk’s face closer to you. The sharp eyes fluttered close and they clutched your hand, their cheeks slightly red. Their breath hit your face and you were reminded of your dream.

You smiled and pressed your lips to theirs.

Frisk’s hand bracing the bed came up to clutch at your shoulder, a shudder going through their body. You shivered from the sensations and pulled their face closer.

Their lips were cracked and rubbed a bit strangely your mouth, but you could only tremble at the warmth washing you over.

Frisk tilted their head and drew back, brushing their lips with yours as they breathed heavily, cheeks flushed. “Weird…”

You snorted, feeling like you were burning up. “Wow, what a way to ruin a man’s pride.”

Frisk shrugged. “Good weird.”

“Like that’s any better.” You chuckled and shook your head. “You really need to learn cues.”

Frisk’s shoulders shook a bit and their lips quirked up a bit.

Your eyes widened.

Did they just… laugh?

Frisk noticed your shock and their shoulders slumped. “Was funny…”

“It wasn’t even a joke. Is your humor bad or something?”

“Shut up…” The other frowned and punched your chest softly. You chuckled and lowered your head to rest on their shoulder. Frisk tensed a bit at your action, then slumped and made a strange humming noise.

You inhaled the earthy smell and then had a mischievous thought. You turned your head and pressed your lips to their neck.

Frisk tensed and shuddered, a hand pushing you away. You fell onto the bed, sniggering and laughing when you saw Frisk clutching their neck, eyes wide and mouth gaping.

“Oh god! You had to see your face!” You laughed, rolling away when they tried to hit you. You turned and jumped off the bed, smirking at the smaller person.

Frisk rubbed their neck and stood up, rushing up to you.

Oh crap.

You cracked up as you evaded their punches, realizing that this was a game now.

You smirked and jumped over the bed, turning to face Frisk.

Only for her to push your back.

When did they? You fell onto the bed and turned around to gape at the woman.

“When did you get behind me?”

Frisk shrugged, eyes shining golden in the low light.

Your stomach flipped.

You coughed and sat up. “You really are a ninja…”

“Ninja?” Frisk asked in confusion as they sat next to your fallen form.

You shrugged. “I’ll show you. But they’re like Japanese spies who are able to sneak everywhere.”

They 'oh'ed and yawned. You chuckled easily and got up, pushing the other to lie down. “Go to sleep, ninja.”

Frisk frowned but then slumped. “Good night…”

Your smile softened. “Good night, Frisk.”

You turned around, about to go to the door when a hand clasped around your wrist.

You blinked and turned back. Frisk was sitting up, fingers clenched.

“Frisk?”

The woman took a deep breath and stood up, pulling your arm and forcing you to bend, pressing their lips to yours when you were low enough.

Your eyes widened in shock, mouth gaping when they released you and lied back down, their back to you.

You stood there for a few more moments before managing to force yourself to exit the room.

You closed the door behind you and sled down until you were sitting on the floor, hands covering your lower face, your body boiling with adrenaline and strange eagerness.

That was… a really weird night… you couldn’t even recall the anger you were in before.

You didn’t even mind that both Frisk and Grillby lied to you…

You froze then begun to snigger, smothering your chuckles in your hands.

“So you’re also manipulative as fuck…” You chuckled to yourself.

You really hate those kind of people…

But you can’t help but feel a bit happy.

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