#Papyrus knows what the point of the mask is | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

llamagoddessofficial · 6 months

Note

I'm on my knees for any more crumbs with prison AU therapist Mc and Sans 🙏 the more equal(?) dynamic is just so good And to the anon that brought it up—I love you

I'll do you one better. Here's some crumbs for ALL of them

Since she's not a nurse, this Mc doesn't have a very strong stomach. Stories of Skull's crimes sometimes make her physically ill.

Generally, Sans and Mc's 'sessions' can be quite pleasant. They talk about current events, how things are going. It's only once she starts trying to explore his feelings that he starts toying with her.

... Red teases her a lot. She tries not to react to it, it's unprofessional, but he can always tell when he's flustering her. He gets this infuriating smug grin.

Since Red is a high risk prisoner, he has to have one hand cuffed to a table during therapy. He often complains that he wishes he could be cuffed alone in a room with her in different circumstances. What Mc doesn't realise is that, considering his strength, the cuffs are basically for decoration- Red just pretends he can't break out of them so she feels more comfortable alone in a room with a massive skeleton monster who openly displays interest in her.

Sans doesn't require cuffs in his sessions. And the only time he was cuffed, he snapped them 'accidentally' to make a point. It just makes it all the more nervewracking for Mc.

Skull doesn't know she's his therapist. He thinks she just really cares about him. That's why she keeps coming back to see him, right?

Red isn't the only flirt. Sans is a lot more forward in this AU, considering she knows the truth about his nature. Granted, Sans being 'clear' about something is still incredibly cryptic, but he enjoys the shock in her eyes whenever he calmly flirts with her.

Red's flirting is warm, sincere, and never crosses the line... it leaves her flushed and (though she'd never admit it) flattered. Sans' flirting is nervewracking. It makes her feel like she's a mouse, and Sans is a cat playfully batting at her, capable of clawing her to death at any moment.

Skull gains bits and pieces of speech back a lot faster with her. Unfortunately, that means he's learning how to terrify the guards. It used to be that Skull would just scream or snarl, but now he likes to say broken ominous sentences to guards he doesn't like to see them shit their pants.

He's also figured out that, when he's really upset and angry, if he screams her name enough someone will send her. It's not a great lesson to learn... but it's better than him deciding to attack people.

Whenever Mc tries to get Skull to do therapeutic art with her, he just draws the same thing over and over. The art is scribbly thanks to his tremor, but it always looks like three people; a tall skeleton, a shorter skeleton, and a human. He draws them in various positions- standing together, sitting around a table, sitting on a couch. She suspects one skeleton is him and the human could be her, but she doesn't know who the tall skeleton is.

(It's him, her, and Papyrus. His family)

Sans, for all his power and control, gets ratty and jealous when she treats other people. The first time he hears her laugh is when she realises that was why he's being moody.

She'd never seen him so delighted before.

Sans likes when she dodges his conversational traps. He'll try to lure her into talking about herself, revealing information to him, but she won't fall for it and always turns it back on him. There's not much he's been able to glean from her. It's always so fun, to play with someone who knows what they're doing.

Again, she'll never admit it. But Mc is fascinated by Sans. Most serial killers are delusional and kinda pathetic, but Sans is as if all the stereotypes of the 'genius mastermind serial killer' were true. She gets to be up close and personal, see how he works; she gets to watch his mask rise and fall in real time.

Of course, he knows she's fascinated. He uses it to keep her coming back. He's fascinated with her, too~

#llamagines #prison au #prison therapist au #guard: ...#skull: .....#guard: ......#skull: ... you'll... bleed.....#guard: That's IT. I FUCKING QUIT

596 notes · View notes

tev-the-random · 3 months

Text

So the thing that gets me about Starlo — the thing that really gets me — is how much this guy hates himself.

It's not something you notice the first time you're playing, because he's so confident and enthusiastic. He'd almost be cool if he wasn't such a dork. But after replaying the game with the context of where he came from, — and I'll admit, after reading some very interesting, in-depth fanfics and analysis about him, I'll try to link them if I find them again — his character becomes a bit... blurred. How much of this is Starlo, and how much of it is North Star?

Because- because the whole point of his sheriff persona is that he gets to be someone else, isn't it? When he's out there rootin' and tootin', acting out his hero fantasies and trying to imitate the characters from the westerns he admires, he becomes someone much cooler than himself. North Star is everything Starlo wishes he was: the fearless leader, the cunning cowboy, the confident sheriff who saves lives and wrangles bandits and hangs out with humans. Not just some nobody farmer who could disappear in the corn field without anyone noticing, not the son who wastes his time on daydreams.

He craves praise so deeply. That's the big difference between Star and Papyrus, I think, because Papyrus is just so unapologetically himself, while Star... he starts spending more and more time with this mask of greatness he made himself. Because people like North Star. Not Starlo.

North Star is a real sheriff. Not Starlo.

North Star is the one who brings help and hope and fun to monsters. Not Starlo.

North Star is the one worthy of being appreciated. Not Starlo.

And like... he wants to be liked so badly. So much effort is put into making sure North Star is good enough that Starlo tends to assume people hate him. He assumes his parents hate his life choices (they don't; they're proud of him and know he cares), he assumes Clover will laugh at him when he shows his face to them (they don't; despite everything, it's still him), he assumes the reason he fell out with his friends is because he wasn't a good enough sheriff (he knows damn well it wasn't actually Clover's fault, he's not THAT stupid. But he's still desperately grasping at the last pieces of his shattered persona, so if he just works harder, if he does what a real sheriff does and captures this human, then everything will be alright, won't it?)

I really wish we could have gotten more insight on Starlo's relationships and personality before the whole Wild East thing consumed him. Ceroba and the Feisty Five say they miss the old Starlo, but we never really get to know who the old Starlo was. And I don't think he knows either.

Wake the hell up, Star. People started liking you before you were North Star. Go eat some corn and calm down.

Point is, the impostor syndrome goes hard and that's such a mood. He was supposed to be the cool and silly cowboy guy, what the fuck–

#at first I thought Star was like my polar opposite #because he's clearly an extrovert and I'm so introverted I might as well live under a rock #but after staring at him for long enough i think it's more like...#two sides of the same coin #running away from yourself eh? wishing you were enough eh?#he's such a wet cat #I'm insane about this game don't mind me #rabid and feral #they need therapy your honour #of course this is just my interpretation of it though #i'm not projecting you're projecting #Undertale Yellow #UTY #Starlo uty #North Star #welcome to my TEV Talk

77 notes · View notes

haveyouseenthisskeleton · 5 months

Note

for the harsher skellis! what's their first moment of true vulnerability in front of their s/o like? who pushes them away and who can embrace it?

Underfell Sans - The first time you witnessed some monsters mocking his LV and threatening to make him shut up for good if he keeps playing the big boy, and Red actually deciding to shut up as they have really high LV and he's scared they might actually kill him and his S/O. S/O tries to reach to him after this, but Red simply shakes it off like it's nothing. He doesn't want to talk about it.

Underfell Papyrus - Well clearly the first time he disappeared for three days and came back with several big injuries as he got kidnapped by his rivals. He's going to snap at you first when you ask what happened, but there's a high chance he just breaks down if you keep pushing. He's so tired of all of this.

Horrortale Sans - You finding out about his past Underground, maybe because someone told you. When you ask him if it's true he ate humans, he simply shuts down, not wanting to look at you anymore. He's pretty sure you'll dump him and give up on him so why even try. He struggles a lot with talking about what happened.

Horrortale Papyrus - Same as his brother, the first time you discovered the truth and realized sweet gentle Willow did pretty horrible things in the past. Willow breaks down immediately, begging you to let him explain. He doesn't want to lose you, but he can't... He can't hide the truth anymore. He needs you to listen to him before taking any decision.

Horrorswap Sans - Probably him breaking down as he's watching himself in the mirror. If you surprise him, he will get defensive really fast and push you away. It's none of your business.

Horrorswap Papyrus - Well, one of the first big panic attacks probably, where poor Pumpkin can attack anyone by fear, even you or his brother. Once the attack passes though, there's a high chance he just clings to you and refuses to let go. He needs comfort :(

Horrorfell Sans - Calling him out for hiding food in his room or in random places. He can get really aggressive if you point it out because yeah, he still has deep troubles with food and he refuses to see someone to help him. He'll apologize, but later. He doesn't like it though.

Horrorfell Papyrus - The first time you caught him being so mad at people jogging in the park and trying to hide it because his stupid legs are paralyzed. If you talk, he's going to explode, but just putting a hand on his shoulder and saying nothing will soothe him enough to calm down.

Swapfell Sans - Well, clearly the first time you witness him doing something horrible for the Queen like executing a prisoner and struggling with all he has to keep a neutral face and not breaking down. Or Toriel straight up insulting him for nothing just because she's in a bad mood. Or Toriel calling him at 3 a.m. so he brings her something not caring about the fact he has a life too. If you talk to him about how Toriel is abusing him, you'll see the Captain's mask cracks up and there's a high chance poor Nox just breaks down completely in your arms. He's so tired. He wants it to stop. He hates his job so much, that it's harder and harder for him to shut up about this. He needs help so desperately.

Swapfell Papyrus - You asking if it's him who drank the beer in the fridge. You didn't expect him to suddenly get mad at you for no apparent reason and scream that his addictions are gone and that it's none of your business. You're quite speechless. When he realizes your question was genuine, he gets mad at himself because it's not your fault, you wouldn't know about this. And now he said too much so maybe it's time he tells you about how bad his addictions were Underground. He doesn't want to hide it anymore.

Fellswap Gold Sans - It's really rare to see him express anything really. And if you catch the glimpse of an emotion, he immediately stiffens and gets defensive about this. There's no first time of him being vulnerable because he's not staying in that state more than two seconds, really. He only breaks down when no one is home.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - The first time you witness him being bullied in the street by some monsters for being the General's brother, and Coffee simply accepting it. When you ask if he's ok, he hugs you tight and refuses to answer. He doesn't want to talk about that. The less you know, the better you're protected.

Mafiatale Sans - You didn't think the brothers were close until Creeper got shot and you had to take care of a very freaked out Demon. Poor guy is completely lost without his brother and he clings to his S/O for comfort because he's so so scared.

Mafiatale Papyrus - He usually kills people without blinking, but that one time a contract asked to kill a child and you saw Creeper hesitated, and then refused to do it. He refuses to talk about it with you. He can't do it, that's all. Deal with it.

Mafiafell Sans - The first time he returns home completely drunk and breaks down in your arms, saying how much he hates his job and that he hopes he'll die soon to not have to deal more with it. When he's clear again and you try to talk about this, he hesitates, then starts to explain to you how bad he feels about the mafia, or at least he tells you about the mafia if he didn't do it already. He can't hide it anymore, even though it makes the both of you targets.

Mafiafell Papyrus - The first time he fell a mission and you saw how much he's scared of Asgore. Torpedo has huge pressure on his shoulders as the adopted heir of the Mafia's leader, and any failure is severely punished. When you try to talk to him, he screams that he doesn't want Asgore to kill you for failing and to let him take care of this. That's the first time you realize being close to him might be more dangerous than you thought.

Error Sans - Probably asking him why he didn't erase your world if he hates all the AUs, and washing him crash and crash again as he suddenly has to face his feelings. He teleports out of here and goes to hide in the Antivoid to flee this talk.

Dustale Sans - The first time you found him staring at his scarf in silence. When you ask him what's wrong, he stares at you and leaves. He needs to be alone for a few moments.

Killer Sans - When you tell him that for someone who's not supposed to feel anything, he looks quite happy today. He immediately shuts down and gets defensive. Shut up, he's not Sans anymore. You don't know what you're talking about.

Disbelief Papyrus - The first time he woke up from a nightmare screaming his brother's name. He breaks down in your arms and hugs you tight, and he will talk about Sans all night long with you.

#underfell #horrortale #horrorswap #horrorfell #swapfell #fellswap gold #mafiatale #mafiafell #error sans #dustale sans #killer sans #disbelief papyrus #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

137 notes · View notes

sukifoof · 1 year

Text

sometimes i think about the way asriel interacts with people and how he seems to believe that theres like. rules to friendship or something of the sort. maybe not Rules exactly but he seems to think there's a Correct way to act. he needs to do everything Right so he can get his Happy Ending. and the thing that really gets me about that is we only see him directly talk to two (2) people and that's chara and frisk. with chara it's like he's desperately trying to be as nice as possible and he just kind of goes along with whatever they say to keep them as a friend, and that only breaks once he feels like he's done something wrong (an example would be when he goes to asgore after getting scared by them). and how he says "i'd Never doubt You chara" despite obviously doubting this plan is so. yeah he's a people pleaser alright.

and Then there's frisk. flowey doesn't seem to see a point in befriending them for several reasons whether it's jealousy or an uncomfortable reminder of who he lost or that they remind him of himself. he talks to them as if he's thinking out loud, talking to himself. the only times he slips back into that persona is when he's trying to get the player to do what he wants like "oh maybe She has the key to your happiness :)" and this is Exactly why he NEVER believes anyone when they're genuinely kind to him. he thinks it MUST be an act because he thinks that's what his kindness is. he's so firm in his belief that he Must be terrible that he could never be genuinely kind or genuinely care about anyone. he's stuck in this cycle of self hatred from grief and his inability to Stop Masking For One Day Of His Life

so then it makes me think really hard about the way he interacts with papyrus. papyrus is really interesting cuz he's genuinely kind without just letting people do whatever they want to him. he has his boundaries and flowey knows how he'd respond to anything he says. and papyrus pretty much goes "wowww cant believe u would say that about urself" whenever anyone's a jerk to him which i'm SURE was amusing to flowey. we don't know much about how they talk to each other but they can probably understand each other's loneliness but i also think a lot about how sans says that flowey gives him praise and predictions. it just makes me wonder if he's Once Again falling back into his people pleaser habits with those he's fond of out of fear of losing them even though he knows how papyrus would react if he Was a jerk

flowey believing he can't feel and that this is so horrible of him is probably a result of him masking his whole life whether it's as the prince or someones friend and going "oh god this isnt really Me... what Is really me and did the Nice me die along with chara???" i just think. he's so unbelievably traumatized and clearly autistic (and probably has ocd tbh) and he doesn't know how to deal with it when he's done something that results in an unhappy end. that's Also why he blames himself so much he just thinks if he just did everything right everything would have turned out right. he's so well written in every aspect and it always makes me happy to see a well written character that i can relate to as someone with both ptsd and autism... thank u flowey i love u

#undertale #utdr analysis #utdr #flowey #asriel dreemurr #asriel #papyrus #hi im being regular about my big favorite again as u can see.

289 notes · View notes

batter-sempai · 5 months

Note

Hi! I'm a big fan of Papyrus conspiracies, excpically as someone who LOVES to theorise about the mysteriously upbeat side character. I'm not sure if these things has been mentioned before but... I would like to put my two cents in.

No eyelights. Canonically, San's eye lights disapepar when he is too angry at the player to keep up his smiling mask. But Papyrus NEVER has eyelights, just a goofy human eyeball thing when he's being expecially silly. But. Never. Any. Eyelights. I feel like this is important.

If Sans was a scientist prior to everything else, wouldn't it have been strange to live in Snowdin? I mean, there is the River Person and San's shortcuts, but it doesn't make much sense. Sooo, at some point it would have been reasonable for them to have lived in Hotland.

The lack of astrick before the text when he talks. I don't know why it is like that but it just is Strange and I want to know more. WHAT COULD IT MEAN? I am sure it means SOMETHING.

Attracts cyrptids/time gods like flies to honey. The Annoying Dog, Flowey, the River Person that nobody else seems to know about. Flowey isn't the only one that seems to find this "naive child" strangely interesting.

As much as it is a crucial part of his character, it is strange that he forgives mass murderers. What kind of "brutal guy" is he to think even THESE people can do better? Or is it just that he remembers that they have proven that they can be?

The Gauntlet of Deadly Terror. Not enough talk about this in the Undertale fandom in my opinion. What the hell, Papyrus, why did you make that? He only realises that Undyne would be a better aduience than Chara AFTER he makes it. Golf. Harmless puzzle games. Confusing and vague "puzzle". GAUNTLET OF DEADLY TERROR.

Thank you for reading thought my little rant about HIM. He's just such a mystery to me and I love him.

Hi there, thank you so much for the ask. ^^ And I'm so sorry for the late reply.

I miss getting Papyrus theory asks, so this was really nice to receive. ;w;

I have seen some of these before, but it's really nice to have them compiled into an ask like this, anon. Papyrus has a lot of very unusual things about him, like Sans does. I love the asterisks bit because it really is strange that he's the only one who never uses asterisks. He also does attract a lot of god-like beings, and even Flowey seems fond of him.

My theory on the part where he forgives you is because he did something terrible in the past and tried to be better, but who knows? We barely know about his past. Even with Sans, at least we know he's a scientist.

I also think that the skelebros used to live in Hotland, something must have happened there which resulted in Papyrus hating Hotland.

I love the Gauntlet of Deadly Terror, I think that's why Undyne calls him a "brutal guy", because he's perfectly capable of making some pretty deadly stuff like that. ^^

Thanks again for the ask, anon! I love getting asks about Papyrus and Undertale in general. I haven't gotten asks like this in years, so it's nice.

#undertale #papyrus #undertale theory #papyrus undertale #papyrus theory #papyrus conspiracy #undertale papyrus #ut

22 notes · View notes

bigoltrashpile · 1 year

Note

There's not much written about Slasher! Papyrus (Chess), but he is still one of my absolute favorites; that's how great of a character that you have created!💜 I just love the idea of a Papyrus making puzzles that are dangerous and actually hard to get out of. It also does not help that I love puzzles, mazes, and solving mystery board games!

May I request the moment where after going on multiple dates, Chess confesses to Y/N?

Okay I know that I have like thirty other requests that I need to do but I love Chess so much that I just have to do this one asdkfjlasdf Also, I'm not sure if you meant confess as in "I love you" or confess as in "I'm a murderer," so I'm gonna go with the second one because that's more dramatic lmao

Chess looked around his home nervously. He had invited you over for a "ROMANTIC NIGHT THAT WILL KNOCK YOUR SOCKS OFF!" Which was true! The dining room was lit by candles, the curtains were drawn, and he had made a delicious dinner, including all your favorites. However, he had ulterior motives.

Tonight was the night he was going to tell you. He is the Jigsaw Killer.

Sans had tried to talk him out of it multiple times. "ya got a good thing goin'," Sans had argued. "i don't want ya to lose 'em just because they have 'morals'." He had made finger quotes around the last word.

"WE HAVE MORALS TOO!"

"yeah, sure, but the non-killing type of morals."

Sans had brought up a good point, but Papyrus knew that he couldn't keep this part of his life secret forever. Much better to hear it from him, rather than for you to put the pieces together yourself.

Besides, that's why he had some...failsafes in place. The chloroform rag in his pocket seemed to weigh heavy.

Finally, a knock on the door. Immediately, Papyrus put on his cheerful, carefree mask. He opened the door, and beamed down at you.

"WELCOME! I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR THE GREATEST DINNER YOUR TASTE BUDS HAVE EVER BEHELD!" he announced dramatically.

You laughed softly. Stars, Papyrus loved your laugh. "I sure am! Thanks for this, by the way, you're always so thoughtful."

Papyrus tried to hide how flustered he was by your compliments. "I KNOW, I'M THE GREATEST!"

"You sure are!" Gently, you tugged Papyrus down to your level and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Now blushing profusely, Papyrus led you to the table. He wanted to make everything as nice as possible before he dropped...admittedly a pretty big bombshell on you. Despite his best efforts to treat you as well as he could, his nervousness was clearly shining through.

About halfway through your dinner, you finally brought it up. "You seem worried," you probed carefully. "Is something wrong?" You looked away anxiously. "Is something wrong with...us?"

YES, ER, NO, I MEAN..." Papyrus groaned and put his head in his hands. "WHAT I MEAN IS, IT'S NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU! YOU'RE WONDERFUL!!" He reached across the table and grabbed your hands. "IT'S...ME."

You frowned. "Are you cheating on me?"

"NO!!!! I WOULD NEVER!" Papyrus was aghast that you would even think such a thing. "I LOVE YOU!"

Your shoulders relaxed. "I love you too. But if it's not that, then what's the problem?"

"WELL, UM..." Papyrus was sweating now.

"You can tell me anything," you said gently.

Papyrus took a deep breath. ".....I'M THE JIGSAW KILLER."

There was a long moment of silence. Then, you started to laugh. Hard.

"THAT...WAS NOT THE REACTION I WAS EXPECTING."

You wiped a tear from your eye, still giggling a bit. "Oh come on, Papyrus! You? A killer? You're too sweet!"

"WELL, YES, I AM, BUT-"

"I would expect something like this from Sans, but you? You really had me going!"

You chuckled, clearly expecting Papyrus to join in. Instead, Papyrus let his cheerful mask drop. He stared you down with a deadly serious gaze.

After a moment, you stopped. "Oh my god...you're for real. You actually mean it."

Papyrus stood, stalking slowly around the table. "I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE 'FOR REAL' IN MY LIFE." He put his hand on the back of your chair, effectively pinning you to the furniture. "But I Would Never, Ever Hurt You."

Despite his words, Papyrus easily recognized the terror in your eyes. It was an all-too familiar expression that he had never wanted to see on you. Your breath was fast now, and Papyrus could practically hear your panicked heartbeat. "H-how can I trust you?"

"It's Still Me, My Darling," Papyrus said gently. "I Haven't Changed! But Now You Know The Truth."

"You're a murderer!"

"I Help People!" Papyrus was fighting hard to keep his voice calm and level. "I Clean Up The Filth That Lives Among Us!"

Papyrus gently pushed some hair away from your face. Usually, you would lean into his touch, but now, you flinched away. "I Keep You Safe, My Love. You Never Have To Be Afraid Around Me."

Reluctantly, Papyrus stepped back. The candlelight flickered, casting eerie shadows across his face. He held his arms out, as if for a hug. "What Do You Say?"

For a long, long moment, you just stared. Then, in a blink, you jumped up and sprinted for the door.

Papyrus sighed. "How Disappointing."

You slammed against the door, and almost screamed when you realized that it was firmly locked. "I Thought You Could Help Us. You Have Such Wonderful Ideas! You're So Creative! You Could Have Helped Us Make The World Better."

"Please, Papyrus, let me go," you stammered.

"I'm Sorry, But I Can't. Not Until You Learn To Accept This." You attempted to open a window, only to find that there was a magic barrier around it, making you unable to even touch it.

Papyrus saw your muscles tense, ready to fight. However, before you could turn around or even scream, Papyrus grabbed you tight and held the chloroform rag to your face.

"It's Alright, Just Relax," Papyrus whispered in your ear. "Sleep, My Darling."

You were obviously holding your breath as you struggled in his arms, but before long, you were forced to take in a breath. Papyrus waited, counting carefully in his head, until you went limp. Carefully, he adjusted so that he was holding you bridal style. "I'm Sorry," he whispered. "But This Is The Only Way We Can Be Together."

Without jostling you too much, Papyrus carried you to the basement. He had prepared a room for you, just in case. It was as nice as he could make it, complete with a bed, a bookcase, and even some of your favorite video games and movies. It was nice to be able to put his talents into making something non-deadly for once, though there were still plenty of traps in case you tried anything once you woke up.

As if you were made of glass, Papyrus set you on the bed. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Now We'll Be Together. Forever."

#sorry this got kind of yandere at the end #but i like it!#i love me a scary bf #my garbage #writing #papyrus #papyrus x reader #yandere #undertale #undertale imagines #slasher au #slasher au papyrus #tw drugging

52 notes · View notes

childofthewargod · 3 months

Text

"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝"

(TW!: Mentions of blood, possibly some dark thoughts, heavy-ish character death)

Crimson staining what were once normal painted gloves, not from spray paint or acrylic paint, crimson from someone dear, to be specific. The sky becomes differing shades of blue, yet the concrete ground is red. Light blue webs connecting with gray buildings, subtle twips resounding the supposed silence.

The words she used were signs of what would occur, “te voy amar para siempre”, this doesn’t seem like forever. Forever doesn’t require blue and red lights, tape saying ‘crime scene do not cross’, that’s not forever, that’s the end.

Praying to whoever was up there, praying that what was happening is nothing but a mere dream. Something that he can brush off, a bit of laughter when looking back at it.

The sirens were what put him back in reality.

Plump lips meeting those of hers, a goodbye kiss, el ultimo beso. To hear his laugh she’ll never be able to, to feel his hands on her cheeks she’ll never be able to, to smell his vanilla scent she’ll never be able to. For she wasn't breathing the same air as he was anymore.

His parents knew just how much, how long, he’s loved her. They never knew, however, what was going on in her head. No matter the kisses, the hugs, the affection wouldn’t heal the scars.

Fingers intertwined with each other, pressing their lips on their knuckles, a gentle breeze passing by then going.

“Miles, the hardest thing about this job is you can’t save everybody.”

That was supposed to apply when he lost his uncle, it wasn’t supposed to apply to his fiancée. The mere thought of experiencing another loss, losing her, it hurt.

No, no this wasn’t what you may have thought it might’ve been.

It’s not any better, though.

The deep voice he uses to mask himself further, it wasn’t there when his father wouldn’t let him see her. He never got physical with his parents, always well mannered and wouldn’t dare to push them. He couldn’t stop himself. He pushed his father, pushed his father to the side, to cross the tape.

To see her again, to see her mask removed.

‘An accident’ as they called it, this wasn’t an accident. A sacrifice, that’s what they should’ve called it. He knew, he knew how selfless she was, putting everything above her.

He couldn’t cry, couldn’t cry out loud knowing his father might hear, might recognize his son. He could only look at her, could only hold her with the glass eyes of his mask not going back to its original size. Her eyes were losing its spark day by day, today, it was completely gone.

And it’s like back when he was 13, holding the hand of his uncle in the Spider-Man suit that didn’t fit him.

“Just keep going.”

Without her?

It wasn't supposed to end like this, she could've done a different strategy to avoid it. It's nice to be selfless, to care about those around you, it can be too nice.

It's not always a superpower, it's a weakness at times. A weakness the culprit took advantage of, the bullet piercing right where it has always hurt.

Her heart.

Is this what he felt, to see his life slip away from him between his fingers, to fall into a hibernation that would last more than the winter months. Death would join, it would cradle you in its arms like a mother would with her infant. Was that what he went through as well?

To witness it was something distinctive to experiencing it yourself, yet the same. To feel it, to hear it and smell it. Everything hurt, that's what he must've thought, too. It's not the same, though it was painful.

The golden trim around her finger, shining beautifully underneath the street lamp. It's as though she is going through it once more. It's familiar to her.

Could it be that death has paid her a visit before, that it has held her in its cold embrace more than once? That her name was written on its scroll of old papyrus, it has reached its point of knowing her well.

She had these thoughts, mentally unwell would be what she told him, thinking through the years it might get better. It did, for a while, at least. She hadn't thought that far, for she was content with what she used to call her life. Before it was taken from her.

Death shows no mercy, it's cold, cruel and often it's unpredictable. Death is harsh and death is… Well, death. And it can be quick, it can be fast, but it will always be painful. And this hurt, it hurt but for different reasons. It hurts, because she's leaving against her will. She couldn't decide for herself, not when the scythe to reap her soul was in her back.

She didn't have a choice, this wasn't her decision to make, it was in the hands of the multiverse. Her life was connected with webs, weaved into its design until it was dusted away. Leaving her nowhere to climb on.

“Being spiderman is a sacrifice, that's the job. That's what you signed up for.”

This wasn't what she signed up for.

“I can do both, spiderman always-”

“Not always.”

They were right.

Achoo @fallingwaynes @intriq oh oops my finger slipped.

#Angst #oc x canon #miles morales #miles morales 1610 #across the spiderverse #sobbing #help Me I made this in one shot

14 notes · View notes

how2spell-sandwhich · 2 years

Text

“papyrus is never hurt by your insults/doesn’t know when you insult him” okay but what if he IS/DOES and is pretending not to notice. being liked is very important to him and he probably thinks that he’ll be more liked if he doesn’t react badly to being insulted. i’ll even go a step further and claim that this is the closest he gets to masking. he wants people to “know” it doesn’t get to him so they’ll think he’s cool (don’t worry papyrus we still think you’re cool)

anyways there’s actually evidence that he knows when he’s being insulted and it’s here

i doubt every single person he’s ever given pasta to has said to his face that it’s terrible. i’m also pretty sure that a few have. so he can tell that 1. when they don’t like it, and say they do, they’re lying to him 2. when they’re truthfully saying they don’t like it it’s actually not some good thing that he pretends it is.

anyways i guess the point here is don’t assume papyrus is an unintelligent ego with zero brain cells

#also papyrus don’t worry too much that people don’t like your cooking because i doubt they like your teachers cooking either #undertale #papyrus #analysis

304 notes · View notes

insanelyadd · 2 years

Note

As someone with a PHD in Papyrus, what are the do's and donts of writing Papyrus that even the fans who let him say fuck do?

If you don't treat him like an adult you've failed step one imo. Man's an adult but he's ALSO still a doofus. People who recognize him as an adult tend to rubberband into making him edgy and jaded and a serial liar (myself included at one point). A friend of mine once read a story where Papyrus was keeping secrets from Sans about him knowing just as much BUT the second his secrets were revealed Papyrus started being written like a Sans. Depressed, jaded, I think he even started speaking in all lowercase?

Though if I were to stumble on edgy bastard Papyrus I'm a lot more forgiving than "This man doesn't know other foods than spaghetti exist and he's so dumb you could tell him he's a cow and he would believe you" because it's all been debunked a million times. Within reason edgy bitch Papyrus is fine? I've seen a few where I'm like "this doesn't even feel like *Papyrus*, this is just some edgy asshole (derogatory)"

Imo if you're going to tweak and change some of Papyrus' personality you need to keep a certain amount of it the same so he's still recognizable? Like I hate an underswap Papyrus that's just Long Sans (as was coined by someone on an old server) but if you just gave Papyrus crippling anxiety and made him deeply self conscious that's what I'm talking about. He's still a nerd, he's still got Goals, he's still interested in humans, he's just much more reserved and tries to be lowkey with his ambitions. Same with underfell Papyrus just being Papyrus but now he's always a bit cranky and his persona is his mask 95% of the time and also is even MORE supervillain than before, but you could get him to break that mask if you tell him a really bad joke at just the right time to make him bust out laughing.

If your goal for writing Papyrus is canon compliance then I actually have a fact list that I made after watching a video where the guy (sooo derogatory) who made it accused Papyrus of being a murderer, said he was a narcissist, and then LITERALLY SAID THAT PAPYRUS "...displays an unwavering confidence in himself despite an utter lack of competence at every level of everything."

So ye.

#answears #papyrus #undertale #canon info #characterization

249 notes · View notes

beatrice-reden-official · 27 days

Note

Ok ok so

GLaDOS:

Her main colours are white and black, of course. Her eyes, the lacing and accents on her clothes, and the lines on her knee high boots are orange

SHE WEARS A CORSET HER WAIST IS SNATCHED!!!! She wears a straight, long white dress with a slit up the side, a labcoat, and white knee high boots.

She usually wears a helmet that resembles her usual face, but under that she has long, straight white hair.

She also wears black gloves

Tallest person here

Also most expressive, body language is very important to her. She's also very flexible.

Femme lesbian. Obviously.

B.O.S.S.

My man is R O U N D. Sir is built is like a ball.

His main colour is orange-red, and yellow. He wears a pinstripe suit in those colours. His tophat is also those colours.

His face is usually shaded by his tophat and he does smoke. He has a mask that looks like his screen, but under that he has red-orange eyes, and no visible hair.

Big smile. Huge smile. He's pretty devious.

He's like. A few inches shorter than GLaDOS.

I need to emphasize how big this guy is. He is huge. He makes himself big too he takes up a lot of space on purpose.

Uses little body language, but is very verbally expressive.

Butch lesbian. Obviously.

Commander Tartar

Main colours are bluish green, silver and yellow. And black. Most varied colour out of everyone. He wears an Admiral outfit (think Napoleon) just without the tri-point hat

Wears silver rubber gloves, and big silver boots (think Papyrus)

He also usually wears a helmet that looks like his phone, and underneath he just looks like a normal ass guy with gold eyes and very fluffy silver hair. He also has sanitization goo stored in his helmet and if the helmet is damaged it will leak out.

Shortest guy here. Everyone bullies him for it. They also bully him because he likes humans.

He's actually pretty expressive with his body language, but can end up looking sort of awkward because he over acts.

Lil Hal

How everyone draws him. You know.

Hal 2000 (2001)

His main colours are black, silver and red. Red is just for that pop of colour. He wears a formal suit that has pipes like a space suit.

He always. Always wears his helmet, which makes his head look like how he looks in the movie.

Mid-height. He actually seems to blend into walls.

Not expressive at all. Not in his voice or his actions.

Autism.

AM (I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream)

He is here. Someone drew him as a bird man and that's. That's what's in my head. Lmao.

Edgar (Electric Dreams)

He is mostly green and yellow, but wears bright primary colours! He wears a hoodie with a yellow smiley shirt underneath, and brown cargo pants with silly socks. He also has a plug tail.

He has a TV head type head. It is covered in stickers, mostly heart or smiley face stickers. Underneath he has brown hair that covers his eyes.

He's a little shorter than Hal, but taller than Tartar.

Almost as expressive as GLaDOS! He's silly as hell!!!!

Okay i agree with all of this and it is very epic and poggers and amazing and i really like it!! Especially GLaDOS and B.O.S.S because those bitches silly. But absolutely with no ofense and all respect i have some notes on Lil Hal i would like to share if i am allowed to do so-Bibi

#ask #bibi tag

3 notes · View notes

deltaruminations · 2 years

Text

i didn’t want to keep reblogging that ch.1 game over post over and over so here are some more comments from other users that i thought were really cool and wanted to share/expand on

@determinators

Gaster knowing personally of Chara when they died is something i hadn't really considered in any depth and it's SO interesting and i can't stop thinking about it now

my current (admittedly convoluted) line of thinking is that G originated in the Deltarune universe, and his strong desire to un-doom its timeline is motivated in part because it's his home and he feels a sense of duty (maybe because of past actions) to the people in it -- especially the kids, maybe kris in particular (again, for any number of possible Reasons). i think Egg as a symbol of young, vulnerable life being given out to teenagers represents a gesture of nurturing (even if a very weird/unsettling one from the recipient's POV lol), and when we consider the repeated references to eggs not hatching...

so from there, if we hold that G hopped over to UT at some point (maybe with the "followers"? maybe to flee the Roaring?), and was royal scientist when chara was still alive... holy shit dude.

given just the sheer similarities between kris & chara (and especially if we believe kris & chara to be instances of the same character "model"), the idea that he was able to see kris alive "again" in some form before having to experience their terrible death and the fall of "darkness" a second time... i could see that driving him to a point where he might just feel like he has nothing left to lose, you know?

idk there’s so much i’d like to say but i feel like i’m veering a little too far into speculative fanfic territory whenever i start getting into it. but imo the G/chara parallels definitely seem to be there thematically and i think there’s potential for narrative significance to it as well (is G maybe taking extra interest in Kris in Deltarune the game in part due to what he saw happen to chara in undertale, and/or his particular sympathy for chara because of how his own well-meaning past choices led to harm like theirs did, and/or how his own inaction/indecision in the Undertale universe factored into them making their big mistakes in the first place? is anything about that ethically fraught from kris deltarune’s POV???)

@abandoned-quiche & @torchiiko

one of the things i find so interesting is that he doesn't just say they're wonderful — those statements are among the very few times he ever breaks from his "script." they’re among the only moments of spontaneity we see from him in the whole introduction sequence.

if you pick someone else’s name, even "sans" or "papyrus" or "asgore" or "gerson," he just says HM WHAT A COWINKYDINK. and if you give one of the kids’ names to the vessel alone, he responds similarly neutrally, as if he knows that because you’re giving that name to the "character," you already have some amount of meta knowledge and therefore have already "met" them as a character. he even said on twitter that he knew we were looking for him — he knows we’ve played undertale, and that might be why he’s seeking us out in the first place.

possible masking for personal reasons aside, if we consider that we’re participants in a "survey" or test case, that kind of neutrality is both polite & professional and necessary. whatever biases he personally has, he needs to minimize his betrayal of them, because that could influence the behavior he seems to be attempting to study. and if he’s aware of our (from his POV) tremendous metaphysical power and knowledge, then i think he might be just as skeptical of us as we are of him.

and yet, if you give yourself one of the main lightner kids’ names, he seemingly assumes it really is a coincidence and he just completely breaks. he is so excited for you to meet Kris, Noelle, and Susie for what he thinks is the first time that he can’t stop himself from telling us how very, very wonderful he thinks they are. it’s like he pauses from taking a note, looks up from his clipboard, and says, "NOELLE, YOU SAY. I HAPPEN TO KNOW OF A NOELLE MYSELF." he doesn’t just like these kids, he likes them so much that despite his best efforts he just can’t hide it.

the only other seemingly spontaneous moments occur when we give ourselves his name (discussed below) or when we give the vessel and creator identical names ("OF COURSE OF COURSE. OF COURSE THEY ARE THE SAME.").

@cogentsummoner

YES the name thing is something i’ve been thinking about a lot too.

to explain that more for anyone who’s unfamiliar: in the intro/"GONERMAKER," G ends the survey session as soon as the last letter of his name ("GASTER") is typed. he doesn’t wait for you to submit it, and he doesn’t ask you to change it to something else, he fully just takes the player out of the session. as soon as he sees his full name, he removes you (and, it’s worth noting, himself) from the situation.

this could be taken many ways, but i definitely think "startled" is accurate regardless of anything else. beyond that, it could be skepticism wrt your meta knowledge of him, as discussed before, but we’ve also established that he knows we likely know who he is. he knows we were looking for him. i also don’t think such spontaneity and haste would be expected to follow from skepticism, frustration, or fatigue alone.

PERSONALLY i believe that confronting his own name brings up deep discomfort for him (for, again, whatever Reasons). just seeing it causes him to panic. it causes him to break beyond affection for certain kids and even grief/disappointment after a game over. whatever it stirs in him makes him feel so exposed that he can’t even allow us to be present for it. note that while he doesn’t return us to menu/title after dying, he does that exact thing in response to seeing his name.

maybe interesting to note, "WINGDINGS" and the like don’t cause any particular reaction. it’s just "GASTER" that sets him off.

the survey sequence in general is very very interesting. why does G even give us a character creator in the first place? i know everyone’s already talked about "choices don’t matter" with the discarding from a thematic perspective but could there be narrative/characterization potentials as well? if G’s trying to help the player, his collaborator & participant, feel comfortable, what does the offer of a customized "vessel" say about what he values, what makes him feel comfortable or uneasy?

#there were more comments than this that i think are valuable i just didn’t have a lot to say here & now #but i’m thinkin on em #i was very nervous when the post went viral but ppl have been very kind and the comments have been awesome #im so glad to finally be having conversations about this stuff!#deltarune #$ waltz of a shattered man #i will gladly talk about my speculative fanfic opinions i just feel like i need to contextualize them appropriately i guess

68 notes · View notes

tanetime · 1 year

Text

Finally got around to updating these ref sheets.

This is Wyneer, my main DST mod chara! (Pronounced Win-EER.)

He's an actor seeking a purpose in his life. Considering himself talentless, he gains perks and abilities by crafting and wearing masks and acting out the personality the mask portrays. He'll call them "characters" if you ask, but in the Constant, nothing is that simple...

His hobbies include eating all of the sweet foods in the base and creeping people out by standing idly while staring into space.

I'll post more about the masks themselves when I finish their art.

More info about his backstory and his mod under the cut.

Seeking Talent

A soft-spoken, eccentric man with a flair for the dramatic, Wyneer Elliott-Llewellyn is a Shakespearean actor desperately seeking a purpose in life. As his aimlessness led him to believe his life thus far had been wasted, he began to dream of starting anew as somebody else, fashioning masks to wear in private to bring his ailing mind relief. His desperation to escape his life led him to making a deal with a mysterious voice that called to him from his radio one day, claiming to know what his purpose was... That deal brought him to the Constant and has left him trapped there ever since. The deal also led to the creepy mask he wears being stuck to his face, but he doesn’t really mind.

Perks and Quirks:

Crafts his own masks

Skilled at method acting - Wyneer changes his perks depending on the mask worn

Has an erratic body and mind - Wyneer's stats change depending on the mask worn

Sensitive to fire and water - Wyneer takes extra damage from fire. Being above 80% wetness causes periodic damage. Being near open flames or being in the rain makes Wyneer nervous, causing his sanity to drain.

By default, Wyneer has no beneficial unique attributes or abilities. He instead temporarily gains perks and quirks depending on which of his masks he is currently wearing. Wearing a mask changes his appearance and dialogue.

He enters the Constant with several sheets of papyrus and some rope, and already knows how to craft these items.

Masks:

Wyneer's masks have a lot of effects. These descriptions are simplified for the sake of brevity.

Blank Mask (papyrus + rope) Does nothing and cannot be worn. Used to create masks.

Fright n Flight Mask (blank mask + nightmare fuel + sanity points) Induces insanity and greatly boosts movement speed, at the cost of greatly reducing attack power.

Laborious Mask (blank mask + grass + twigs) Lowers Wyneer’s max hunger stat and causes him to become hungry much faster. The fuller Wyneer’s hunger meter is, the faster he is at work-related tasks.

Brave Face (blank mask + flint + marble) Armour that lowers Wyneer’s max health in exchange for higher base damage. The closer to death Wyneer is, the stronger and more resistant to insanity he becomes.

About Face (blank mask + gold + bone shards) Armour that functions as a one-man band when sanity is above 50%. When below, Wyneer is regarded as a ‘monster’ by neutral mobs. Having followers or taking damage lowers sanity, but landing a killing blow on an enemy raises it.

Azure Mask (blank mask + blue gems + azure feathers) Makes Wyneer near-immune to freezing, but causes him to radiate extreme cold. This causes Wyneer to overheat faster and worsens his pyrophobia. Enemies that attack Wyneer are frozen.

Crimson Mask (blank mask + red gems + crimson feathers) Makes Wyneer near-immune to overheating, but causes him to radiate extreme heat. This causes Wyneer to freeze faster and worsens his aquaphobia. Enemies that attack Wyneer are sometimes set on fire.

Jet Black Mask (blank mask + purple gems + jet feathers) Raises Wyneer’s max sanity. Wyneer does less damage with normal weapons, but his proficiency with shadow weapons increases with his current sanity. Wyneer can spend sanity to put enemies to sleep.

Saffron Mask (blank mask + yellow gems + saffron feathers) Radiates light and boosts movement speed. Wyneer does less damage, but all damage he does is electrified. Enemies that attack Wyneer are shocked with electricity.

Nightmare Face (blank mask + thulecite + thulecite medallion) Combines the effects of thulecite medallion/crown/armour/etc. and gives off light depending on the current nightmare cycle. On the surface, it tracks his sanity instead.

Radiant Face (blank mask + moon rock + moon glass) A protective and durable piece of armour that changes appearance based on the moon's phase. As the moon rock coating disappears, it becomes less protective, but begins to draw on the moon's power to hone its attacking prowess. In the caves, it does not change.

That's all! There's a lot of nuance to do with how his masks actually function in the game since I balance him quite rigorously, but that's better left to talking about the masks individually hahaha. Hope someone out there enjoys my brainworms.

52 notes · View notes

twentydaysofdrabbles · 9 months

Text

The Concierge Lies In Wait (Part 50B)

If you didn't know that the world had been turned on its head, you would not have suspected anything had changed.

From your roost on the third floor overlooking the lobby, you watch as guests filter in and out of the Hotel foyer, coming and going from the reception desk and the escalators. All seems normal.

Except you know better.

The 'gold club members' are tense, their hands flinching to their pockets whenever a mobile phone buzzes or trills. Their eyes flick to the glass doors every so often, lingering on men and women who wear grey of any shade.

All this you take in with an even, dead gaze, your hands loose by your sides, your form partially concealed from view by a pillar. Papyrus stands behind you, arms crossed over his chest, hat pulled low over his masked eyes, his scarf pulled up high. He looks like an ominous shadow behind you, cloaked entirely in the shadow of the pillar.

You can feel him behind you, acutely so, the mild rise and fall of his chest making the hair on the back of your neck stand from how close he is to you. Which is interesting, you think. Do magical skeleton monsters need to breathe?

It's not a thought that lingers for long, however, as something makes you look at the entrance. A man comes through the doors, dark in complexion, dressed for the outdoors, with a dog trailing by his sided. Ah, the Tracker. You had a feeling he would get here quick; the bounty on John Wick's head has drawn out every single soldier of fortune from the woodwork.

But unlike the other guests in the lobby, other similar soldiers of fortune, his eyes alone snap up to your spot. Hm, sharp. As expected.

You're fairly well obscured by the dimly lit corridor and the pillar, but you're sure he has at least caught sight of your shoulder, perhaps your profile. Papyrus is hidden at an angle; you're not worried he has been seen. No doubt you're far away enough that he would struggle to make out your features, but most 'gold club members' are able to recognise you on sight.

It seems he is able to do the same, as his eyes widen briefly before he turns his eyes back front. As if he realises he has seen something he shouldn't have. Still acting as if he had not seen anything, he engages with Akira in conversation, and that is the point where you turn your attention away from him and to the lobby in general.

Koji comes out to work the lobby some time later, accompanied by three men in neat suits. You're mollified to see that two of them are your men, blending in seamlessly with Koji's actual personal bodyguard.

You watch him do his rounds, greeting guests, shaking hands with others. And then you see Akira join him as they wander up the escalators and disappear from view.

"DO YOU ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT WE'RE LOOKING FOR, OR ARE WE SIMPLY STANDING HERE HOPING FOR SOMETHING TO HAPPEN?" Papyrus grumps and shifts from foot to foot, peering over your head to look down at the lobby with an annoyed air.

Ah yes. Tilting your head, you fold your hands in front of your belly, looking up at him to meet those crimson eye lights. "They will come."

He grumbles and shakes his head, stretching out one leg and then the other. "WE HAVE BEEN WAITING USELESSLY ALL DAY WITH NO SIGN OF THESE MYRMIDONS AND--"

The hair on the back of your neck stands, the back of your head itches, and you whirl around quickly to look at the front doors. Several men and women in matching grey suits come through, their steps sharp and pointed. On a mission.

On instinct, you press your back up against the pillar, an arm extended to usher Papyrus beside you and into the shadows. At the same time, your phone vibrates silently in your coat pocket. That's not a good sign.

With the slightest of movements, your phone is slipped out. The screen is dim, but bright enough for you to see a message from an unsaved number.

Osaka Continental Hotel Deconsecrated By order of the Marquis de Gramont

Fuck.

You look up to see Papyrus' eyes trained on the grey-clad soldiers. He looks serious, even if his face is concealed by the mask. Since he's focused on the lobby, you're at liberty to look down at your phone as a follow up message comes through.

Caine sighted at Osaka Continental.

Oh this is just getting worse and worse. It would be vain to hope that he is not affiliated with the Marquis' men.

Down below, whatever the leader says to Akira causes her to whisper to a bellboy and then to sweep away. It's difficult to see from so far away, but you can just about make out the movement of their lips.

"Please evacuate everyone...discreetly."

Smart girl.

You can see how some in the lobby stiffen and tense the longer the grey-clad soldiers remain, the longer that the reception desk remains empty. At last, a voice comes through the PA system, informing guests that the Hotel is closing temporarily for some work to be done.

"And so it begins," you murmur softly, the PA system covering the sound of your voice.

Soon enough, Koji himself comes down the escalator. But this time, without Akira. You can only imagine a few reasons why he would do so. Perhaps...

With an observant gaze, you watch as the men exchange words. Counting the number of grey-clad Myrmidons dotting the lobby. There are more than you had expected.

"THEY ARE WELL PREPARED. THEY EXPECTED A FIGHT," Papyrus comments lowly, his magic bound tightly to keep his voice from reverberating in its usual way.

"Koji-sama is a warrior of no small repute," you say quietly in turn, watching as Caine, predator among predators all clad in black, slips through the sea of grey to stand before Koji. "But so is that one."

"LETHAL?"

"Very."

But there will be more. So many more. Best not to linger here.

With a silent gesture, you lead Papyrus back through the shadows and to a service hallway. "We should circle around to eliminate small packs of soldiers before joining the main fight," you say once the door is closed securely behind you. "They will be overwhelmed before long."

Papyrus seems to grit his teeth. "IF THEY ARE OUTNUMBERED, IT WOULD BE SENSIBLE TO HELP THEM FIGHT! I AM NO COWARD AND NEITHER ARE YOU."

Shaking your head, you hold a hand up. "You might not answer to the Continental Hotel, but I hope that your respect for me will compel you to listen, Papyrus." The skeleton monster takes a deep breath, but nods. You continue, "The two of us will do little in a front line fight. We will do better by thinning out their ranks before we meet up with Koji or Akira."

Papyrus seems to think, then he nods, his mask shifting as though he opens his maw to speak.

Suddenly, the service hallway is plunged into darkness. But only for a split second.

Papyrus' crimson eye light glow bright, hovering in the darkness like afterimages as he whirls to look back at the way you came. Just as quickly as it turned dark, dim green lights come on.

"The fight has started," you note quietly, jerking your head for him to follow you. "Come."

"FINE, THAT'S NOT THE WORST TACTICAL DECISION I'VE HEARD," he sniffs, but follows you nonetheless.

What a backhanded compliment.

"Why thank you," you say without blinking. Papyrus just grunts in response, as if to say it wasn't a compliment.

You can hear muted gunfire and shouts filtering in from the direction of the lobby, though the walls and door muffle them considerably. "Quickly," you murmur, going from a swift walk to a quick trot.

This route takes you past the kitchen and the pantry; you remember Akira pointing it out. You also remember her pointing out weapon caches and hiding spots if you ever needed them. But beyond that, you remember the layout fairly well.

Heavier footsteps thunder in front of you, followed by a lighter, almost silent pair, and you find yourself rounding the corner into a small squadron of four fully armored, fully armed soldiers.

So it begins.

A smile slowly spreads across your face. Your heartbeat quickens. Your blood heats. Yes. Yes! The sharp and precise movement of your body loosens up as you relax into your stride, fingertips reaching for the hidden mechanism to release the blades of your gauntlet.

Cold metal shoots out and clicks into place over the back of your hand. Broad and strong and lethally sharp. Your heart, your blade, sings for blood, their blood, and you will oblige.

You don't look over your shoulder at Papyrus, but you don't need to. You trust he will do what he needs to do.

The soldiers notice you only a split second before you barrel into their legs in a blur of red and silver, their guns tipping down to pepper you with bullets. They had no fear for friendly fire - their armour is too well made - but you had no fear that their bullets would meet their target.

Bullets thud into your back and shoulders, but none of them penetrate the thick tactical lining of your clothes as you loop your arms underneath the legs of two of them.

Yanking and heaving and throwing them onto their backs, you angle your blades as you free your arms from the tangle of knees and legs. Like a hot knife through butter, or in this case like a lethally sharp knife through the thick but plateless fabric covering the backs of their knees, you slice apart their ligaments in a fraction of a heartbeat. Cloth and flesh and connective tissue give way to your strength, to the sharp edge of your blade, and you immediately feel the difference in the way they hold their legs.

Like any human would, trained assassins and soldiers or not, both soldiers flinch and writhe in pain. Giving you the window of opportunity to plant your blades into the groin of one, then the other. You're certain that you have severed an artery or a vein or two, considering the vast amounts of blood starting to pool under them as they writhe weakly and cry out in pain.

But...just to be sure.

A blade-mounted punch to the throat not only serves to crush structures in the neck from the sheer force of the punch, but also to introduce a deep wound that lets blood pump out at an alarming rate. The same is repeated for the other poor soldier in short order, removing both soldiers from the battlefield as they wheeze out their last breaths.

Your part done, you look up and find Papyrus in the midst of crushing a soldier's helmeted head in his huge hands, the other one already crumpled to the ground behind him. He looks up at you through his mask as he squishes the soldier's head, helmet and all, between his palms, looking for all the world like an avatar of death clad in a smart suit and fedora.

You're not afforded much time to admire the brutality of his strength, or his strategy, and so you nod in approval. "Well done, Papyrus. We should--"

More footsteps. Lighter. Several. More than four.

You furrow your brows. This must be Koji. But you take no chances, blades lifted.

"Stop them," a stern voice orders in Japanese.

Koji.

You straighten up, blades still bared, and lead Papyrus around the corner to find Koji retrieving some gear for himself and his men. Two sumo wrestlers charge forward into the other part of the kitchen, presumably to guard the way. Four of your staff nod at you, two from Koji's guard, the other two from the kitchen, and you direct them with silent signals to remain in their current formations.

"Shimazu-sama," you call out gently, taking advantage of the lull in the fighting to speak to the man.

"Concierge," Koji barks, coming up to you after accepting a sheathed katana from one of the kitchen staff. With a resolute expression, he looks at you seriously. "Concierge, no matter what happens this night, you must make sure Akira lives." His tone brooks no disobedience.

You know he loves his daughter more than anything in the world. Know that he rues the day he allowed his daughter more than a peripheral role in his Hotel. So you bow, an acknowledgement of an order from management. "Understood." Straightening up, you wave toward the path out of the kitchen where his guards await. "Go, we will secure the rear."

Papyrus steps up behind you. A silent support at your shoulder and nearly casting a shadow upon the much shorter Koji.

Koji looks up at the gloved, hooded and masked Papyrus, a slight frown on his face as he carefully takes in the otherworldly nature of the disguised skeleton monster. After a moment, he murmurs, "You are one of them."

Papyrus' hackles raise. You frown at Koji, but say nothing.

The Japanese manager raises a hand in a calming gesture. "I mean no offence," then he glances at the way he came. "They had one with them, too."

...What?

#undertale fics #mafiafell au #mafiafell papyrus #mafiafell sans #mafiafell sans x reader #mafiafell papyrus x reader #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #the concierge #reader insert #ficlet

10 notes · View notes