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evenfall-au · 8 months

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A Moment With You

Rating: M TWs: Alcohol Mention Prompt for Frans Monthly August: [Rain] Word Count: 3,982

Cross posted to Ao3 here!

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They say life is a party, a gala, that you should enjoy it before time passes by and before you know it the party’s over. At least that was what Frisk had been told since the early days of her childhood.

So then why wasn’t she having fun?

There were swaths of men and women both human and monster alike conversing and laughing together at whatever jest had been made or topic given. It was plain to see many were enjoying themselves simply basking in shared company.

But Frisk stood aside, awkwardly nursing what remained of her lemon juice as her gaze panned the intricate lounge with barely a pause. Sans had departed some time ago with a regent of whom Frisk didn’t know concerning business that involved the new market place opening up just at the rim of Asgore’s dukedom, leaving her completely and utterly alone.

Not to say there weren’t people attending that Frisk didn’t know, in fact she knew quite a few, but they all seemed otherwise preoccupied with people she didn’t know. For example: she’d tried to join in on a conversation the Duchess Raitha from the neighboring dukedom had been a part of but she’d quickly found herself disinterested when they’d began discussing the latest fashion from across the sea.

Frisk loved clothing as much as the next person, but for tonight she couldn’t bring herself to find a draw in the topic. Frisk was used to attending Gala’s and Balls, but this was her first soiree and as much as she’d have loved to relax and make a good impression she was finding it wasn’t the most…exciting. Sans of course fit into the atmosphere as easily as he did every event they attended, if anything this particular type of gathering was right up his alley with amused and calm games of cards and low droned music playing gracefully from a piano somewhere in the far corner.

But not Frisk’s.

She felt very much out of place.

And exceedingly bored.

“Ma’dam De Nocturné,” Frisk jolted at the sudden voice, not expecting a server to have approached her. His smile was amused but warm as he continued, “Forgive me but you seem to be out of drink. Would you care for another?”

A quick glance down proved his words to her surprise. A bit startled still and now slightly embarrassed she forced a smile. “Um, yes I would appreciate that. Another lemon juice if you would?”

“Oh I am afraid we are out of fruit my lady.” The way Frisk’s expression dropped must’ve broken his heart as he frowned in one instant before smiling hopefully in the next. “But if I may? You’re looking a tad uneasy, a Mint Julep should help to prevent the vapours. It’s rather delicious as well as refreshing.”

A Mint Julep?

Frisk wasn’t one to indulge in drinking often, an odd glass of wine for supper maybe but that was very rare and often with a meal. She didn’t partake of it for tonics nor social gatherings as she’d seen her mother or similar ladies of her class do. Frisk had seen what too much alcohol could do to a person’s inhibitions.

However, she was kind of thirsty now that the server had mentioned it…and surely only one couldn’t hurt. It would be a treat truthfully. Her lemon juice had been refreshing but a bit bland, and she’d heard that Mint Juleps were typically very flavorful, even sweet. Not to mention the lounge was slightly stuffy from the warm summer heat outside even at this late hour.

“I suppose…” She murmured. “Just one wouldn’t hurt.”

The way the server seemed to light up and grin at her agreement— probably excited that he’d managed to have a smooth conversation and give significant input with a noblewoman, Frisk thought sadly—brought a smile to her own face as he began to mix the drink from the trolley beside him.

The moment he handed the drink to her and it touched her lips Frisk immediately knew it was too much. It was far too sweet, caused her skin to immediately flush with heat, and burned!

She tried to hide her coughs behind her hand but even still it barely did a thing to hide the racket of her lungs as several guests glanced curiously in her direction. Frisk closed her eyes tight and did her best to control the reflex, forced her wheezes to become long drawn out sighs and deep breaths as she silently counted to ten. Once she felt confident she could speak again she handed the drink back to the man who looked as if he was struggling to contain his own laughter while she did her best to look anywhere but at the whole of the room.

“I think wine will be just fine!” She squeaked.

He didn’t say a word as he handed her the new glass, simply bowed and made a suspiciously quick exit, maybe to avoid the second hand embarrassment Frisk currently felt or to perhaps avoid any possible retribution for having inadvertently made a noblewoman look foolish. Though she suspected it was more so he could finally break down in his humor with how his shoulders shook.

She took a wary sip, and let out a small sigh. Much better! It was mellow with just a hint of grape, and most of all didn’t make her feel as if she’d swallowed a hot coal. Frisk dared a quick glance around and caught the abruptness with how quickly those still watching turned away.

She was starting to really dislike soirees.

Frisk kept to herself, and to her drink. At least she tried too. At some point midway into her glass an exclusive selection of wines were brought out to be pursued for purchase, with free drinks being offered for sampling. Surprised and a little excited to finally have a social activity she could participate in, Frisk was rather quick to join as the names and companies were listed off while sips were taken. Opinions were given and Frisk listened with mild interest until she began to listen wholeheartedly with vivid interest upon her fourth glass.

The room was warm and she felt as if her feet were trying to balance on the deck of a ship, but Frisk honestly didn’t care as she giggled to herself at something Lord Lional said regarding the new spirits tax coming into effect. The golden hue of her eyes were locked on his mustache, watching fascinated as the curled corners wiggled with every word he spoke and the tilted with every slight change in expression.

It was as if he had a really cute fuzzy white caterpillar on his face.

She had the wildest urge to touch it.

“partial to the bordeaux?” A deep husky tone whispered in her ear.

Frisk didn’t bother turning away from the sight before her, she’d know that voice anywhere with the way it made her heart skip, and waved her hand around behind her to grasp Sans’ before tilting her head back and speaking in what she was sure was a small whisper. “If you watch closely you’ll see it move!”

Sans was silent as his eyelights panned from Frisk’s face to where she was staring transfixed.

Lord Lional’s mustache did a little jig as he finished off his glass of wine.

Frisk giggled.

Sans’ grin widened as he chuckled along with her. “amusing as watching an old man’s hair wiggle about is, how about we step out for a sec?”

Frisk shivered as she felt the back of his gloved knuckle brush the back of her neck just under the locks of her hair, the soft satin a blessed coolness against the heat that only seemed to climb with Sans’ sudden closeness.

His breath ran hot over the shell of her ear, fevered. “get a quick bite to eat?”

Grinning and heart racing she tossed back the last of her drink, causing Sans’ sockets to widen and go full ovaled as she sat the empty glass aside and eagerly took his already captured hand in both of hers. “Yes, please take me away from here.”

Frisk thought she saw a flare of blue cross his cheekbones but if it had it was gone quicker than she could blink. His sockets lidded and his grin turned sly as he turned and began to expertly weave them through the fringes of the group, out the side glass doors and onto the crescent shaped veranda, just off to the side beneath the overhang where they couldn’t be seen.

Once outside her eyes widened. She hadn’t realized it’d been raining, but the coolness it offered was more than welcome as she held her hand out to catch a few of the stray droplets.

Sans watched her with a quiet calmness as Frisk laughed at a drop falling onto her dress before stepping back, a blush tinting her features in a rosier hue at the wetness that should have been expected.

She was clearly inebriated, tipsy at the least.

It was adorable.

“tasted more than one wine i take it?”

Frisk looked as if she’d been caught stealing from the proverbial cookie jar as she tucked her hands against her chest and bit her lip. She averted her eyes as she timidly responded, “...A few.”

“hm.”

“Are you upset?” Sans was surprised at the sudden worry in her eyes.

“no, you’re a grown woman. you’re free to indulge in what you choose. i just find it humerus when i see someone tipsy for the first time.” He winked.

"I'm not tipsy!" She defended as his pun flew right over her head.

"clearly." He agreed.

"I'm not!" Frisk crossed her arms as she cutely puffed out her cheeks, before quickly deflating. "Okay, I am a little tipsy."

Sans' grin curled higher at the corners.

She frowned at him curiously. “Have you never been tipsy?”

He didn’t know what to say.

In his long life Sans had never felt the need to drown his sorrows or find happiness at the bottom of a bottle. He’d had curiosities sure, he’d indulged in some of the more unsavory practices that humanity and monster both had had to offer once or twice, to his own regret.

But getting drunk?

He’d never managed it. He had stopped trying when he’d cleared out an entire tavern all by himself and then had compensated the man for his loss in revenue. Well, the supposed loss after what Sans had given him initially. Sans had felt at most a little warm, but that was it.

He hadn’t been particularly disappointed or anything though. Having watched countlessly as men and women alike celebrated and wept, Sans hadn’t felt a sense of loss. He may not have known what it was like to be under the influence of alcohol but that didn’t mean he didn’t find others enjoying it any less amusing or entertaining to watch.

As far as he could tell it was a harmless habit anyway, in moderation at least.

So he simply said, “nope.”

“Oh.” Frisk seemed just as lost at how to respond. "So…if you drink from me you won't be affected?"

It was true that things could affect the blood when the host had consumed something or partook of a substance. It was why hobbyist hunters often mixed in ingredients to foul the blood supplies when able. But Sans had had his fair share of drunkards on his plate and he’d never been afflicted in such a manner before, so he found the question rather silly.

But then again, it was Frisk who was asking.

The image she conjured of him sinking his fangs into her skin with the promise of her blood, combined with the inquisitiveness of her intellect made his soul thrum wildly in his ribs as the urge to feed narrowed his focus into a heated glance. Sans chuckled as he moved closer, his azul gaze pulsing with a fiery intensity that left Frisk breathless as she instinctively backed into the wall behind her, but also caused her to reach out and place her hands upon his chest as he pinned her in place with a forearm beside her head.

Slowly he reached up and twined a lock of her hair around his finger, twirled it as if it was the most fascinating thing to have ever caught his attention as he savored her stuttered breath and the rapid beat of her heart echoing in his acoustics.

Frisk shivered as his gaze met hers, tone low, teasing.

"why don't we find out?"

The world faded: the cool night air ceased to be and the sound of the rain was little more than a muffled note as Frisk watched her hair gently slide free of his touch, and felt his hand softly graze past to cup the back of her jaw—enticing, guiding her head up as his skull moved closer that the proximity caused goose pimples along her arms and the feeling of static of a touch just on the precipice of contact.

"Sans…" She whispered, helpless, wanting.

His thumb stroked tenderly over the swell of her cheek, right before he bit down.

Fire seared through Frisk’s veins as her nerves sang with euphoria, toes curling as all she could do was cling to his coat in an attempt to stay upright as her knees buckled. It was rough how she dug her hands into his lapels, desperate the way his hold on her shifted and his hands tangled in the fabric of her gown at her waist and cupped the other side of her throat as he used the press of his body to support her.

She whimpered.

Sans grunted.

His vision spun even as his sockets remained closed, basking in the taste of her as the warm ruby flow of her life danced across his senses and made his soul roil with a primal hunger that bordered insanity. Only the fleeting brush of her hair and the tug of his coat kept him in check as he drank with a fervor that would never be satisfied, that would never have enough of Frisk. A hot throb ricocheted through his bones as her blood joined with his magic, leaving him dizzy as the need to consume and take slowly died down into a low contented simmer.

Gently, Sans forced himself to let go and sealed the fresh mark he’d left upon her delicate skin with a slow lavishing brush of his conjured tongue. He was abuzz with energy, magic crackling with powerful overflow as it was every time he ever fed from his darling bride.

He frowned.

…’Darling’?

Slowly Sans pulled back to gaze at Frisk, his mind struggling to wrap around the sudden, almost dopey, surge of affection he felt towards her and went silent.

She was panting, hair a mess as a pretty blush played across her cheeks despite him just feeding from her. It reminded him of something cute, like a pretty pink peony in fresh bloom to greet the spring. The world tilted slightly and Sans had to blink and give a quick shake of his skull to clear it.

Weird, odd. Bizarrely he felt as if he could taste lemon on the back of his tongue. A hint of mint that didn’t sit well with the citrus and made him grimace.

For the life of him he couldn’t understand what was going on.

“Sans?” Frisk asked, voice pitchy and rasping.

He couldn’t help grinning at hearing it. “yeah?”

“Are you…alright?” She whispered.

His eyelights were wobbly around the edges, and the blues a faintly lighter shade than normal.

"yeah."

Frisk stared at him and then giggled, making his grin go crooked. He wondered what it would take to get her to break into laughter, she always had the most enchanting laugh.

"Sans?"

"yeah?" The way her lips curved was cute. How the tiny little things pursed out even cuter as he continued to stare at them.

"I think my blood did affect you."

He blinked slowly as her words registered and chuckled as it explained the rash emotional shift he was experiencing and the unbridled fascination he had with the subtle changes in her expression. Had her eyes always been so bright? So deep that he felt as if he could wallow in their depths for hours?

"yeah."

"Is that all you can say?" Frisk teased as she covered her mouth with a hand to hide her amusement.

That wasn't fair. He wanted to see her smile. With a frown he reached up to remove the offending limb and then kept it prisoner in his so she couldn't steal the sight away again. He loved how soft her hand was, but then again all of her was soft, always squishy and warm.

Both her eyebrows rose.

His eyelights flared bright. "...nah."

Frisk couldn't help blushing again.

Oh no, she thought, he was too cute! Sans and cute in the same sentence left her speechless, and more than a little bit curious as she cast a mischievous glance out at the rain before zeroing back in on her husband.

With a wiggle that had Sans momentarily widening his sockets she slipped out of his hold and rushed behind him to the top of the steps that led down into the front yard. She paused as she stared out before speaking. "I'll be honest: the night has been dull thus far."

He frowned, concerned, and went to say something as he turned to face her but Frisk quickly held a hand out to him with an incline of her head.

“Dance with me, please?”

Sans looked out at the downpour with a squint, recalling something about Papyrus…and clothes? He also took note of the wet grass and waterlogged animal shaped bushes lining the perimeter. They were really creepy looking in the dark and left a disturbing shiver down his spine.

But the second his eyelights flickered back over to Frisk he froze.

She looked so hopeful, her eyes as wide as saucers.

He couldn’t bring himself to say no to her, not only was she too adorable for this world but he also felt guilty hearing she’d not had fun as he thought she would, it left a bad taste in his mouth and made his soul stutter with disappointment, so instead Sans smiled warmly as he wrapped an arm around her waist and took her hand before spinning them both right into the rain.

The second her laughter echoed out like the chime of a thousand pearly bells Sans felt his head spin with giddy delight. His gaze was solely on her as they moved without rhythm but in time all the same, a chaos of uncoordinated footsteps and random patterns that somehow flowed well together. They danced, to no music or chorus, only to the tune of their joy. There were dips, spins, twirls.

A moment where they stopped and went still as they tried to catch their breath.

A moment where their eyes met with equal red and blue flaring across cheeks.

Water soaked her gown and hair, ran down the planes of her face leaving shimmering trials of light in their wake. In that exact moment Frisk was the most stunning vision Sans had ever seen in the entire millennia that he’d spent alive, and if he’d had a heart rather than a soul, he was sure it would have stopped.

Just as soaked as she was, Sans' eyelights hazed around the edges as they lit the space between them with an ethereal glow that turned the water racing along his skull and bones a soft mesmerizing cyan. In that same moment Sans was the world and more, there was no one else.

They were both so sure that if they’d met under different circumstances, if they’d met with different existences, that they’d have still fallen for each other just as hard and just as passionately as they had now.

“I love you.” She whispered.

Sans’s hands slowly framed her face as he pressed their foreheads together. “heh same, love.”

They connected, lips and teeth, and they stood there lost in the rain.

Lost in each other.

Sans had to grit his teeth to prevent the groan escaping his throat as he adjusted the cloth on his skull yet again. Frisk was sound asleep in his lap and the last thing he wanted was to disturb her, not if she would feel an ounce as bad as he currently felt upon waking.

The feeding…had not gone as he’d expected, at all.

What was supposed to be a quick indulgence, albeit a much desired one, had turned into another revelation and shock to his system. Once more Frisk had baffled him with the unknown effects her blood could have on him by not only accomplishing what no other including himself had done–gotten him intoxicated--but also by how she’d somehow managed to extract them from the soiree and get them both back home when he could barely recall what happened after biting her at all.

Was this what being inebriated meant? Did people really enjoy this and seek it out? His magic was pounding in his skull and through his joints like a violent tambourine, and the cloth soaked with raw healing magic barely helped to ease the ache he could feel radiating in the voids of his sockets.

An interesting side note in Sans’ rambling thoughts was the explanation of how exactly this had happened. All that he could scratch together in his current state was the possibility of their bond combined with the intent that had been shared between them when he bit Frisk had heightened his magic’s receptiveness to what had been coursing through her blood stream. Sending him right over the edge as if his soul had been directly soaked in a jar of brandy, rather than experiencing a second hand breakdown as his soul absorbed it after the initial deterioration consumption normally caused when eating.

But that was just a theory as of now.

Sans did learn one thing at least; he detested getting drunk.

Never again.

Frisk shifted against him and he gently adjusted his arm to hold her better. Once she settled Sans glanced over at the crystal decanter he kept on the desk and bottle of sherry tucked away behind it that he’d locked inside of a clear glass box the second he’d gained coherency.

Drunkenness was also far more dangerous than he realized.

Frisk had convinced him so easily into doing something like dancing in the rain when in his right mind he would’ve refused on the basis of Frisk catching a cold and Papyrus getting upset (as he was when they got home) over the new clothing he’d sown them for the occasion being ruined. Not to mention his spotty memory when such a thing was of vital importance to a monster in his position.

It wasn’t difficult to imagine Frisk going through the same thing, and it made his soul twist.

Anyone could make a foolish suggestion to her, anyone could take advantage, and she’d be powerless to refuse them. He’d foolishly left her alone not knowing better the depths alcohol could affect an individual having only ever witnessed it. He’d been smug, too confident that what he’d seen was a phenomena he’d never experience and therefore not worthy of his caution.

There wouldn’t be a repeat of what happened tonight if he had anything to say about it. No more soirees where wine tasting was on the list of activities with even the slightest possibility that Frisk would be unattended.

The guilt sat heavy in his chest as his skull gave another thunderous pound.

Frisk’s beautiful smile surrounded by droplets flashed across his vision.

Never again, he vowed.

#undertale au #evenfall #frans #sans x frisk #fransmonthly

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punsmaster69 · 7 months

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1/OCT/20XX

it's officially october now, so me and paps are putting out the halloween decor.

feels hard to believe it's even autumn at all already, but maybe that's 'cuz the leaves haven't changed yet. guess they missed the memo.

after the events of last wednesday, it's been kinda hard to message tori myself. she's a stronger monster than me though, 'cuz now she's casually texting me, talking about these little paper ghosts frisk made.

"Perhaps they would be willing to show you and Papyrus how to make some. ]:)"

"don't know how much they'd wanna see me again right now"

"Then.. they do not have to see 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

"?"

"If Frisk is not here, I may need an extra set of hands to help finish decorating."

somehow, i agreed to come over before having the chance to even give it a second thought.

she must've asked frisk pretty quickly about the ghosts thing, 'cuz the kid was long gone by the time i got to tori's house.

tori was carrying these giant boxes labelled "halloween" out onto the yard.

"heya tori."

"Ah! Sans, hello! There are a few boxes left that I think you can manage, they are in the living room."

"got it."

i got the boxes from the living room and set them by the front door.

trying to detangle a black and orange garland, tori called me over.

"Sans, could you help me with these?"

nearly tripped on a vine going down the porch steps, but when i went to go see where the vine was, it was gone.

i grabbed one end, and tori untwisted the other. she wrapped the detangled garland into the branches of the biggest tree in her front yard.

we repeated the process a few more times until most of the smaller nearby trees were also thoroughly halloween-ified.

"Now we have just got to do the house!..But, it is a bit taller than either of us, is it not?"

"you got a ladder?"

"Yes,"

she pointed at a folded step-ladder resting against the house.

"but it is a human one, so I'm afraid it doesn't quite hold my weight."

she unfolded it, and set the step-ladder in front of me.

"You are about human sized, will it work for you?"

standing on the ladder, i was only as tall as toriel is while standing on the ground.

at this fact, she had to try and (unsuccessfully) stifle a laugh.

"Hehe! Is the weather much better up here?"

i poked her in the forehead.

"nope, but i can do that now."

tori leaned towards me until she was about two inches from my face.

"You know what else you can do now?"

so i leaned forward....

lightly bonking my forehead off of hers.

"headbutt you at equal height."

"Ah! You-"

"𝗛𝗘𝗬, 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗚!!"

flowey suddenly shouted from behind a closed window.

tori opened the window and scolded him.

"You should not use insults! If you wanted the window opened, a simple 'please' will do."

he just rolled his eyes.

"Please apologize to Sans."

flowey glared at me, then looked at tori, then mumbled out a small 'sorry'.

"Thank you."

she stepped back onto the yard.

"Now, what of this roof situation?"

"someone around here probably has a ladder-"

"I know! I could lift you up, and you can string the garland!"

from the window, vines suddenly shot across the yard.

they grabbed the decorations, hastily hanging them from the roof.

"Ah... thank you, Flowey."

he just glared at me.

tori opened a box containing many yard standees. me, tori, and flowey stuck 'em all across the yard.

a zombie by the tree, werewolf prowling the treeline, ghosts haunting the stairs, and... a skeleton buried head-down in the dirt.

toriel put all the empty boxes on the porch, doing one more sweep of the area to make sure she didn't miss any.

i sat myself on the porch railing near the window flowey was in.

"that everything?"

"It would appear to be! Thank you for the help, Sans."

flowey loudly fake-coughed.

"...And thank you too, Flowey. Would you two like some hot chocolate?"

"yeah, but... can flowers even drink hot chocolate?"

"YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙈𝘼𝘾𝙃!"

she paused in the front door frame.

"If you can't get along, nobody is getting any."

"hey, it was a genuine question."

flowey did something that resembled crossing his arms with his vines, but stayed quiet.

"Thank you."

she went inside, leaving me and flowey alone on the porch.

he watched as she went inside, making sure she was out of earshot before speaking.

"What's your deal, anyway?"

"bout five bucks."

"I- ...What?"

"take it or leave it."

"No, like what do you want with Toriel?"

"i don't have some secret ulterior motive, if that's what you're trying to imply."

"Well you can't just be 'friends'!"

"why not?"

"FRIENDS don't start taking off their clothes as soon as they're alone!"

"guess frisk has started spreading rumors, then."

i sighed and turned to face flowey on the windowsill.

"my shirt got caught and tore. 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡."

"Yeah, right."

"you can ask her yourself."

"Fine! I will! ...Later!"

he went surprisingly quiet for a bit.

".....What do you see in that old lady, anyway?"

"a friend."

"Why?"

"well, she's someone i can depend on."

"Can't Papyrus be that?"

"sure. and he is."

"Then what makes her any different from him?"

"papyrus is.. very high energy."

"Duh-"

"he's got a lotta big ideas. 'head in the stars,' and all. 'course, i love him for it, but sometimes...."

"you need someone a little more down to earth. balance it out, y'know?"

flowey was silent.

"..... she's a good lady. treat her well, alright?"

"You're making it sound like you're leaving."

"guess it did come across that way."

"...nah. i'm plannin' on hanging around a while longer."

"Yeah, you're too in love with Toriel to leave anywhere even a mile away!"

"nuh uh."

"Wh- 'nuh uh'?? Are you four?"

"turned five last april."

"THIRTY-five, maybe! You look ancient."

"hey, for a thirty five year old, i'd say i'm aging pretty well. i still don't have a single wrinkle."

"You're ACTUALLY thirty five?? Jeez, you really 𝘈𝘙𝘌 ancient!!"

"right within tori's age range, though."

he socked me in the chest with a heavy vine, knocking me into the bush just below the railing.

"STOP. UN-HAVE A CRUSH."

"haven't anything of the sort."

"BACK OFF MY MOM THIS INSTANT."

"..You consider me to be your mother?"

i heard tori's voice approach.

"Y-You must've. Misheard me."

"ok mama's boy."

"CAN IT, TRASHBAG."

"..If you wanted to refer to me as your mother, I would certainly not mind."

she leaned over the railing, spotting me in her bush.

"Is that more comfortable?"

"i fell."

i got up from the bush and went back up the stairs onto the porch. tori handed me a warm cup of hot chocolate.

"Yeah, fell 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦! He totally has a giant-"

i shut the window, drowning out the sound of his voice.

"...a giant love for cocoa."

"?"

"I-I see.. I did not know you had such a fondness for hot chocolate."

flowey banged on the window, and tori opened it again.

"You 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲!"

"Flowey!"

"yeah, you better watch your damn language."

"Sans! Both of you need to watch your language. Do not make me rinse your mouths with soap!"

"i mean. you can try."

"Then.. a grounding?"

"flowey's already pretty 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. kinda 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 that idea."

flowey grimaced, and tori laughed.

"I suppose I will let you two off the hook, just this once. I hope this will not become the 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵 of a swearing problem!"

"Eugh. Nevermind. Close the window back."

he used two vines to lift himself off the windowsill back into the house, taking his mug with him.

me and tori chatted until it started getting dark.

"...I suppose you have to get home soon, do you not?"

"i'd stay longer, but i'm pretty sure frisk'll probably be here soon."

"Thank you again for your help today."

"bug me anytime, ok?"

"..Have a safe walk home, Sans."

she brushed my hand with hers.

i suddenly became aware of how close together we were sitting; aware of the strange fluttering in my chest.

".....seeya, tori."

i got up and rushed home before i could say something stupid.

...

flowey's words about crushes 'n love and whatnot..

.....

..........

nah.

he probably just hit my ribs too hard.

#undertale #journal #sans #toriel #flowey #soriel #papyrus #sans x toriel #toriel x sans #sans and flowey

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leshyleaf · 1 year

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what’s the story line of the bullet pattern birthday card au 👁️👁️

what exactly are you trying to accomplish with this au

This is literally such a good question that I am afraid my answer will be insufficient, or I’ll end up changing it later bc I’m still in the beginning stages of this au lol

Basically, to be purposefully vague, this au centers around a couple things:

-> One being that sans and papyrus, while also being compliments of one another, are also polar opposites of each other, in nearly every facet of their characters. (It’s one of the main reasons that I love their characters so much, that they somehow compliment and oppose each other super perfectly, and I wish I could create an au/storyline that truly explores who they are in a deeper manner, but this au is mostly just a self indulgent idea of mine consisting of stuff I like LOL)

Anyway: In this au, sans and papyrus are opposites in a way that no one really expected

-> the other thing, (the storyline) being that Frisk still has one more monster to SAVE, should they feel like taking that on. (This au takes place post-true pacifist “I want to stay with you”).

They are trying to accomplish a good ending for

someone very wronged.

This au started out with SUCH a silly ass idea that I at first found hilarious, and then…it evolved from there

#so the title of the au seems very random but I assure you it is actually a very screwed up pun 💀💀💀#thank you sm for the question !!#mwah mwah #bpbc au

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deltaswapjevil · 6 months

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A Different Undertale: Main Cast Summary

Content warning:

Frisk: Climbed Mount Ebott when playing with their friends. Fell and got amnesia. Actually takes the name of the first fallen human because of this. Goofy and childish. Naive. Easily manipulated because of their amnesia and general nativity and gullibility.

Flowey: If a monster body can't handle determination how would a lowly flower be able to? That's the logic I went with here. The determination and continued resets take a toll on Flowey's body. Due to his constant suffering he views the world through a pessimistic lense. More like a travel buddy for Frisk, constantly manipulating them to their bidding. Doesn't actually want to harm anyone, especially not Frisk, as they feel genuinely grateful for their help, but steal the souls to try and stop or at least delay his own demise.

Toriel: After being banished to the Ruins she lost all hope and began to deteriorate mentally. Delusional and has blotchy memories. Still kind and gentle but keeps mistaking you for her children. Doesn't remember who killed her kids but knew it was someone she loved and trusted. Somehow she begins to believe you killed her children and that's why you want to leave so soon. Similar to Horrortale and Underfell Toriel.

Sans: His magic became too strong and due to a combination of over exertion, low stats, laziness, drug addiction, and his loss of hope, his body began to deteriorate. He's basically a walking body made of dust puppeted by his soul. The only thing giving him a reason to live is taking care of his brother. Using magic, including shortcuts, causes him great pain. Smokes and drinks. Buys drugs off Grillby. Similar to Underfell Sans. Eye glows....grey. One hit is all it takes to shatter him completely. In genocide he doesn't even need to dodge as he's basically just dust now meaning your attacks have no effect.

Papyrus: Suffers from extreme autism and ADHD. Has little control over his body and magic. Still an expert with puzzles but they're more of his pastime. Needs constant attention and stimulation. Sans usually keeps him on a child leash to make sure he's not mugged or shanked or something. However most monsters actually really like him and most gangs even help him. A shining hope in the underground, showing there is good out there. Similar to Horrortale and Axetale Papyrus. Almost completely mute only speaking in jumbled words and an occasional NYEH. Sans translates what he means to the best of his ability.

Undyne: The cruel captain of the Royal Guard. Ashamed of the person she's become which is why she rarely removes her helmet. Sent to execute innocents and usually follows through. Refuses to kill children or queer people (as long as being queer is their only "crime") so she "accidently" lets them get away. The only person who can access Alphys. Secretly lesbian but won't come out due to fear of being removed from the Royal Guard.....or worse. Stays in the Royal Guard only because she's afraid of someone worse taking over. Still hates humanity but comes around pretty easily. If anything were to happen to her friends she might just finally snap.

Alphys: A "criminal" due to possessing human objects, being bisexual, and also illegal experimentation (honestly that's the only real crime here). Ashamed of herself. Isolated and hidden in her lab which has high security designed to only allow humans and or Undyne. Due to her isolation she has terrible eyesight. "Sees" by sensing Infrared heat like snakes. Nervously shakes ALOT. Has a lisp and a stutter and just generally has trouble talking. Has a huge crush on Undyne but doesn't want to get her in trouble.

Asgore: Has a genuine hatred for humanity after they sealed his kind underground and cursed them suffering. A cruel leader who hates anything the humans made. Doesn't even burry the humans just stores their corpses in his corpse room to intimidate the next humans. Doesn't even want freedom. Just likes killing humans. There's a small bit of his original kind and gentle self in there. Similar to Underfell Asgore. Cold. Destroys the Mercy and Fight buttons. Forcing you to just stall.

Mettaton: He was able to avoid execution for being so....Mettaton by promising to "bring hope and happiness to the underground." In other words....he's a sex worker. Hotland has become one big strip club. Many monsters hate him because he avoided execution by offering over his body. He's viewed as a cheater and able to be free. But really he's just as trapped as everyone else. Forced to stay in his ex form 90% of the time and has come to hate it. He's also come to hate Alphys for ditching him. He's become almost as pessimistic as Napstablook now. He buys drugs from Muffet to cope but they don't really have an effect besides gunking up his machinery. His body was also made more sexually appealing and even more feminine. All of his dreams of acting have been taken away and replaced with an eternity of dancing poles. He's similar to Lusttale Mettaton and Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel

Napstablook: After his cousin left their dying snail farm Napstablook turned to drugs. They smuggled them from Grillby's as they didn't want to be seen but at least they always left money on the counter on their way out. Unfortunately the drugs dont do anything for Napstablook because they're a ghost and the drugs are corporeal. If they would've asked for ghost drugs Grillby probably would've asked Muffet to make them since who would pass up an opportunity for a whole new group of customers but Napstablook doesn't like to talk to people and prefers isolation. They are also suicidal and similar to most Horrortale Napstablook interepretations they make a noose with their tears which is what they're doing when you first meet them. Unfortunately since their a ghost they can never truly rest in peace.

Monster Kid: Hangs around with other gangs who are a bad influence on the child. They're violent and aggressive. They still admire Undyne (though they pretend not to, to seem cool) and get under her skin and she comes close to killing them a couple times. They actually do die in the neutral and genocide routes. In neutral they fall off the bridge before anyone can save them and in genocide they are killed before Undyne can arrive. They are incredibly petty and jealous towards those with arms which is almost everyone.

Temmies: Tem has taken advantage of her intelligence. She runs a cultist gang of Temmies worshipping the all knowing egg. She keeps the loyal by manipulating them and getting them high on Grillby's drugs. She believes herself to be too smart for college and just wants all the money for the hell of it. Sends her Temmie hordes on heists and has them donate their riches to the egg's donation box which just so happens to lead to Tem's underground weapons shop. She sells great weapons at high prices and is a pretty influential terrorist of the underground. The only Tem she hasn't converted yet is Bob. He sits in the corner of the abandoned Tem Village (they relocated to a new area known as Tem Empire or Tempire) and thinks about how far he let things get out of hand....and if he should just follow everyone else.

Grillby: A drugs dealer in Snowdin. One of the kinder monster though. He's greedy and will kill anyone who pisses him off. But won't go out of his way to hurt anyone and at the end of the day he's just trying to provide for his family. He doesn't make drugs just sells them though sometimes he spices them up with fire magic. He's well liked in Snowdin....too well liked as he's afraid someone's gonna let slip about his underground operation. He makes sure to butter the dogs up with treats in his "apartment" and let them play poker. Misses his daughter but was forced to move away to Snowdin when Muffet threatened not to supply him with anymore products if he didn't move further away from her shop.

Muffet: Money isn't the root of all evil. It's people's greed that makes them evil. And none are more evil than Little Miss Muffet. Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet making her joint and weed. When along came cops who told her to stop but they're just food for her pet to eat. She makes all the drugs in the underground and sells them to other vendors only asking for a third of the revenue. She may sound like a great boss. But if you don't pay her in time you'll find yourself on the wrong side of her web. She already helped save the spiders from the Ruins due to her immense influence. She just wants the money to fill her putrid black heart. She may be cruel but deep down she's really just a scared little girl. Trying to prove herself to adults and not get pushed around. The only people who truly understand her are her spiders.

Mad Mew Mew: She's already transitioned due to her dummy body being destroyed in a fit of rage from Undyne and her finding this body dumped in the trash by the guards who raided Alphys human junk. Shes content with this body. But the underground doesn't take to lightly to queer folks. Asgore thinks it's something the humans made up and thus must be evil. And so Mew Mew is considered a criminal just for being herself. But if she's gonna be a criminal she might as well own it. She's gonna be the Undergrounds greatest criminal. Cause if she's going down she's taking all these other motherfuckers down with her. She leads a gang of other oppressed people and commits small misdemeanors and attacks those rude guards. Always being careful to avoid capture. She's one of the top crooks on Undyne's radar. And yet Undyne can't bring herself to capture and execute her. Undyne understands her struggles but doesn't agree with how she goes about dealing with them. They fight on the battlefield but in secret they hang out. They have a frenemy relationship. Undyne is trying to convince Mew to join the guard to at least offer her some protection but she's decided on raining hell in the Underground just to see the look on the guards face when they realize they messed with the wrong trans kitty.

River Person: Hope can be found in the strangest of places. River Person has gone quiet. Communicating through actions rather than words. Ferrying those who are worthy and drowning those who aren't. They drown very few people though. They try to see the good or rather potential for good in everyone. They believe there is hope for this world. That people can and will change. And that one day very soon peace will be returned. Until then they'll just hum their little tune in their riverboat and pray for a better tomorrow.

Annoying Dog: God has left this world

Asriel: Hopes and Dreams are a thing of the past. Asriel was born in a world with no Hopes, no Dreams, no Love. They befriended Chara but were distant from the rest of their family. They helped Chara move in their wheelchair and wanted to believe humanity was good....but one day disaster struck. Asriel and Chara were picking flowers. Chara knew very little about flowers and made a pie with them for Asriel's 12th birthday.....and poisoned him. The buttercups they picked poisoned the young monster and he passed away soon after.... As Flowey he blames Chara for everything. For the way the underground is. For the way he is. And for giving him hope that humanity was capable of anything but cruelty. He hates humans he hates monsters and wants them all to burn in hell alongside him. Even after regaining his true form he's covered in melting scars like a decaying corpse. Because some wounds never heal.

Chara: The first human who fell. They climbed Mount Ebott to bring joy to Monsterkind but ended up falling and breaking countless bones. They became wheelchair bound but Asriel and Toriel cared for them. They loved flowers and baking but weren't good at recognizing flowers. This lead to Asriel's death. Chara was stricken with grief and blamed them self which may be why they didn't fight back when Asgore killed them. It's said that when you enter the King's throne room you can still hear their laughter.

Gaster: His fall into the Core was no accident. He saw the decent of Monsterkind. And didn't want to around long enough to see it. So he fell into the Core. However even in death monsters are doomed to suffer. As he didn't die. He's stuck watching the world he tried to help spiral into hell unable to help. In intense pain his new goal is finding a way to put this world out of its misery.

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starlightshadowsworld · 1 year

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Frisk afraid of monsters

No because how many times as Frisk died during the pacifist route?

How many times has Chara watched them die?

Screaming at them to fight and please... Please they won't listen, defend yourself!

Only to return to the save space everytime.

To hold Frisk in their arms and both sob because it doesn't how many times it happens they never get used to it.

#frisk afraid of monsters #chara dreemurr #Undertale #pacifist route #chara undertale #frisk undertale

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sp00kywrites · 2 months

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Are you a sans and papyrus simp???

Are you pangender/genderfulid??

DO YOU LIKE WEREWOLFS???

Then you'll love "Teeth leave dents on bones" a fanfic that I'm working on! A short summary of the plot is you, a werewolf, are a body gaurd that recently got fired from your only client surprisingly gets hired by rich skeletons to protect them against speciest and general attackers!

Skeletons included:

Classic brothers

Underfell brothers

Underlust brothers

Swapfell brothers

Fellswap gold brothers

Horrortale brothers

And finally underswap brothers!

So check it out, chapter 1 is almost finished and I promise I drop wont drop this randomly.

(Please do not interact with my account or fanfic if you ship frans/fontcest/papara or try to justify sexualizing frisk/monster kid/chara/flowy or asriel)

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Plus some fanart I made of reader! (What I perceive reader to look like)

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This fanfic in the works is inspired by!!

@battlemaiden13 "house next door"

@timeofjuly "resiting the current"

@theragingprophet "Make the world afraid"

And finally @racoonsinqueen "6 skeletons one maid"

#undertale fanfiction #x reader #undertale x reader #anti frans #undertale #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #undertale fandom

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sillyguy99 · 1 month

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* don't look now, but i lost my shoe.

(Undertale Sans x Reader)

Chapter Four: * that made them so violent?

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"I am not burdening you with my case until you relax for a moment, ma’am," Papyrus insists, narrowing his gaze at you. "You look sickly, if I am going to be honest. Have you had time to rest recently?"

You stare at yourself through your phone's screen, sighing when you see darker circles under your eyes, a greenish tint to your skin, and dry lips. You’ve had to wear your buttons all the way up today, the marks Jessie left on your neck this morning still visible to the naked eye. While it was fortunate Frisk intervened yesterday, you couldn't exactly save yourself from his grasp this morning. You allowed him to leave marks on you to declare what happened yesterday was now behind you – that you were still his.

"Thank you, but..." You trail off, incapable of finding an excuse right away.

Papyrus notices your reluctance, urging him to frown and intervene by placing a basket down on the dining table and offering a snack to eat.

“I…"

"Are you the person my brother met at Grillby's?"

Caught unprepared by his question, you stay still and nod, facing the floor.

"Did he… tell you what happened?"

"No," he replies, shaking his head once. "He said it is purely confidential. And I respect his reasons, as it seems this might be too personal." He offers you something to drink next, placing a cup down and filling it with your preferred choice to the brim. "He did tell me you looked quite… tired, however. He was afraid you would not make it home safely, if he left you alone."

"Ah…" you mutter, hesitating. "I- I wasn't planning to do anything wild, though! I have Frisk to look after."

"What do you mean by 'wild', ma'am? Were you just not fit for driving?"

Trapped by your own words, you realize Papyrus might be less informed about that type of situation than you believe. A text notification interrupts your conversation with the monster, so you excuse yourself while he goes off to tend to the kitchen. Then, you look towards your phone to see three unread messages from the same person you've been thinking of.

hey.

before i say anythin' else…

is it alright if i keep textin' ya?

Of course.

Why wouldn't you?

'fraid you'd think i'd be hittin' on you again.

Oh God.

Did my husband tell you anything?

heh.

somethin' like that.

how'd you know?

He… thought we were flirting, as you said.

welp.

ya don't need to answer this, but-

-did he look through your phone?

askin' 'cuz he called me personally with his own phone number.

Something like that.

you ok?

is he the one you were gettin' drunk for?

I can't answer that.

Sorry.

Thanks again for listening to me back there, but…

It was a mistake.

Not in meeting you, but in having been so careless.

I'm a married mother, and I'm supposed to act like one.

It doesn't say good of me if I…

Well…

don't force yourself.

ya don't have to explain everything all at once.

'cuz it ain't like we've known each other for long.

take it slow.

Thank you.

I'm sorry he confronted you like this.

Did he say anything? Insulted you in any way?

if i tell ya, you'll just apologize for him.

I won't.

So please tell me if he did.

aight.

so…

for starters,

he said i was a bony bastard.

What.

How'd he know you're a skeleton?

he looked me up on overnet.

said he didn't know what you'd seen in me to, uh…

wanna 'jump my bones' so badly.

Dammit.

I'm sorry.

yer apologizin'.

…Sorry you went through that?

heh.

good save.

downright bone-fide.

Thank you.

Guess I'm bone with it.

nice.

ttyl.

Talk to you later, sir.

back with the 'sir', huh?

damn.

thought i'd passed by that line already.

Gotta get down to business.

I've still got my job to do.

good luck, buddy.

"You seem a bit better now, ma'am," Papyrus comments, pulling you back to reality. "Did something good happen?"

You set your phone down and sigh, a frown showing when you notice you've left Papyrus waiting more than you would want to.

He doesn't appear troubled by it, though, a pair of mittens and a tray letting you know he'd gone to fetch some more food while you were texting.

"Have something more to eat," he offers, bringing the tray closer to you. "You still look faint. Have you been eating well? Pastries are not exactly my fort, but these are Muffet's. I heated them up for you!"

Thanking him, you grab a muffin from the bunch, a bit off-put by the spider topping – how realistic it looks urging you to pick it up and set it aside. Flavour blossoms in your mouth when you take the first bite, the warmth enriching its taste by double. The monster smiles when you do, offering you a different pastry as soon as you're done with that one.

"Thank you, but I'm fine, sir. We should get back to your case."

"If you insist, I will give you some of my files for you to handle at home and work at your own pace, but you should still bring some food with you. I would not forgive myself if I saw you in the same condition next week."

"I'm really fine,” you state, widening your smile. “My job requires a strict diet. It's... It's to keep me in good shape."

"Sickly is not a 'good' shape! You should search for a doctor, if your condition gets any worse."

Suspicions at Papyrus feigning his innocence begin to fade when you stare deep into him. How he smiles at you without faltering makes you confident about him being one of your easier cases to deal with. He's already prepared a paper bag full of pastries, and he tops it all off by refilling your drink.

"Even if you do not see me as a friend yet, I feel responsible for your well-being just as much as you are for mine. If you are here for my benefit, I should be there for you also!"

"It's my job, sir."

"I remain firm in my choice!"

Disbelief makes you shake your head, and you promptly slip a pen from your shirt's pocket along with a small notebook, slipping past a few names until reaching his

“Alright. Should we continue with your case, then? I promise I'll eat one more pastry before I leave, if we do."

"Certainly. We have ourselves a deal, ma'am!"

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"You're no good," you hear Jessie say, heart racing at the sound of the bed creaking and a pair of footsteps stomp around. "Maybe you look like her, but you're not her. She knows me better than you."

You hear him groan as a full thud sounds next.

He mutters a series of insults and curses, though the other person interrupts him with actual words.

"You didn't tell me you were married? I thought this was a one-night stand!"

"And it is. I'm bored of you already."

Another thud.

"Well, I’m glad you are.”

You're quick to hide when you hear footsteps approaching the door, finding the nearest place to see the woman Jessie claims to look like you. She arrives like a storm, a mirror-image of you in skin colour, body type, clothing style, and facial features. What keeps you separate are minor details easy to overlook at a first glance.

As soon as the woman leaves, you feel arms wrap themselves around your waist.

Jessie's scent reaches your nose.

He places his lips on the back of your neck, using his teeth to nip at your skin.

"You- You have the balls to do this, even after I heard all that?!"

Your words are like an explosion, actions the same.

You snap out of his hold and meet face-to-face with him, a glare refusing to fall off your face.

"We had a deal! I've slept with you twice already, ev- even though the week's barely started, and yet you still go off and find yourself a one-night stand?!”

"Whoa there," he intervenes, chuckling. "Calm down, Judy Hopps. You might just hurt my feelings."

"Your feelings? What about mi-"

This time, the thud is loud and clear, and it's not directed at the other woman.

You're faced with a panting Jessie, gaze lost in fury as he reaches for your throat, holding it tight.

"Did you forget who keeps this house standing, or do you need a reminder?”

"Now's not the time to bring that stuff up. It's my turn to ask what the fuck you're doing."

He's on the floor seconds after you say that.

You keep him in a rough arm lock, pressing his cheek against the floor.

"You wouldn't dare try anything else, would you?” he taunts, smugness in his tone. “Domestic abuse is easier to track more than cheating. Don't you think so? You could go run off and yap aaalll about what happened here, but I'll be the one with the marks, Hopps.” He stops to huff. “Figured someone like you would know better, though you still have a chance to back off.”

You remain in place, firm in your choice.

He's kept pressed to the ground, yet your hold falters the longer you stare at him.

"You've got everything to lose, honey. A traitor, a negligent mother, and a power-abusive detective. Add in those texts you get from that boney dude, and you'd be labeled as the one who cheated first."

"I never did anything with him, and you know it."

"Really?" He squirms under your hold, making you let go to allow him some space and pick up some crumpled papers from his pocket. "I'd say these pictures tell a different story."

He grins while you snatch the pictures off his grasp, unveiling them to see wrinkled, grainy captures of your drunken night at Grillby's, displaying the worst timing possible for each of all four pictures. In the first one, Sans has his hands placed on your shoulders, keeping you steady while you rest your face against his neck. It's clear by the distance he keeps between you it's not an affair by any means, although its poor quality is enough to create second opinions. The next picture displays him placing a jacket over your shoulders. The third and fourth ones are you getting off his brother's convertible with him, and of you heading towards his home, walking side-by-side with him.

"Does he do it better than me? You were never desperate enough to come over to my place for that kinda stuff. Does his magic swoon you over or something?"

"Y- You know he only helped me get home safe," you insist, voice strained with how much it raises. “I can tell by that look on your face.”

"Did he, really? I bet you've been screwing every monster you've got as a client.”

And with that, you let him go.

He stands up, brushes himself clean, and walks off to the exit.

“I'll be waiting for your apology,” he says, as the door closes. “You have until tonight. Make it count.”

There's the sound of him starting the car, then him driving off.

Peace – though momentary – allows the hard strain in your chest to fade with a soft breath.

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#sans x reader #reader insert #undertale fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #weezer reference #female reader #chubby reader #detective reader #long fic #weekly updates #undertale x reader #sans undertale #classic sans #angst and fluff #slow burn

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nehru-art-studio · 2 months

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After creating the AU, I found out that the name that I wanted to give to this universe had already been taken by someone. Can you help me think of a name? AU history below

There are no “monsters” in the world as we are used to seeing them; monsters are only people whom fate has endowed with animal-like or fairy-tale features: magic, ears, horns or tails. People are afraid of what they do not understand, so all those who were different or did not fit the criterion of “normal” were expelled to the Underground, depriving them of the opportunity to look at the sun again. Over the years, stories about monsters were only forgotten, remaining only legends passed from mouth to mouth. The souls of the children who ended up in the dungeon were not absorbed by Asgore. Their owners are alive and living peacefully in the underground world. No one went beyond the barrier either, because the fallen children spoke about how they were treated on the surface.

Chara and Frisk always talked about how deadly monsters are. This was drilled into their heads as children. Chara wanted to become a monster hunter to catch these creatures. But after...

Chara and his friend Mark were walking through the forest when they were attacked by a bear. Mark, who was weaker in body, came under the predator's sights. Chara rushed to save his friend, and at that moment, awakening hidden power, the beast was cut apart by a scarlet magical wave. The powers bestowed by the soul of Resolve were awakened. “I’m a monster,” everything that was in the young man’s head at that moment, fear and panic devoured him from the inside, drowning him as if in thick mud.

These thoughts ate up the guy for many days, until, during another brawl with drunken parents, Frisk, like her brother that day, killed her mother, followed by her father, who tried to fight back, and was killed by Chara.

The children understood that they would not have a sweet future here, so by Chara’s decision, the two of them fled to the only place where they could hide with their abilities—the Dungeon.

Finding themselves in the underworld, they find the Fox. She greeted the new arrivals with one phrase: “Just in time.” He took the children to the keeper of the ruins, Toriel, and told them about the laws of this world, telling them about the system of resets and level ups. At the same moment, Chara came up with a very cruel plan. The higher your level, the greater your power.

After a week, when the brother and sister had to leave the Ruins and move on, Chara went on a killing spree, killing one monster after another, leaving only empty corridors. The power of the scarlet soul grew. When only Frisk and Toriel remained in the guy's path, he carelessly killed his sister, the one he so wanted to protect. But the poison that accumulated in him as his level increased did not allow him to leave the matter unfinished, and Toriel also fell after Frisk.

Snowdin greeted the young killer with white snow, frosty wind and...Foxes. Chara ignored the warning about paying for his sins with a grin, moving on. Every monster encountered along the way was killed without pity, all in the name of great power. Even Papyrus, an innocent recruit who was just training to join the ranks of the guard, was defeated by a deft blow of scarlet magic.

Waterfall, where rumors about the guy had already spread, was also completely empty. No pity, no hope. Chara left behind only screams, pain and dust. The fox again tried to reason with him, but the words were successfully ignored, instead she received a warning wave with a knife and a mocking smile.

Step by step, location by location, victim by victim. The soul was filled with determination, and the streets of the Dungeon were filled with dust.

Courtroom, maximum level and no hope. Sans fell, not the first time, thanks to the saves, but still remained behind, like the Great King Asgore. There is no one left. No one. Except Lis.

- It’s a wonderful place, isn’t it? Flowers are blooming... But the birds are not singing. After all, the trial should take place in complete silence - Chara was not going to listen any further

The guy attacked, but every time the Fox won. After thousands of attempts, Chara gave up.

- Sorry - that's all Chara said before the reset.

Time rolled back to the moment the brother and sister got to Toriel. The keeper herself did not remember anything about the past timeline, only a slight feeling of déjà vu haunted everyone like a shadow. Everyone except Chara and Frisk. Ooooh, the girl remembered how her own brother killed her, how she slowly died, and the closest person only looked at her coldly. She was furious. Anger and resentment accumulated throughout this seemingly endless week, until, while walking through the ruins, she was attacked by one of the monsters. Frisk, driven only by resentment towards her brother, killed the attacker, and only when she saw how only gray dust and a feeling of emptiness remained nearby, she realized what it was like. Level up. Chara found out about his sister's act, she, still offended, wrote it off as self-defense, continuing to remind Chara of his sins. Just in self-defense, a couple more daredevils were killed who decided to try their luck in a fight with children. But they know that this is a lie, She knows too. The poison slowly consumed the broken soul.

After leaving the Ruins, the children headed to the city. In Snowdin, Frisk continued her experiment with self-defense; in response to all her brother’s words, she only recalled the past timeline. There was no stopping her.

Standing at the waterfalls, Chara made a last attempt to reason with his sister, but in a fit of rage she accurately attacks him, killing him in an instant. Now he won't bother her.

Location after location, murder after murder. It's just defense. The poison accumulated in the soul, poisoning the mind, making it impossible to think. Many died, neither Sans nor the king could stop her.

It was the turn of the final trial. During the battle, after a hundred deaths, she repented.

“Sorry,” Frisk said with tears of despair, throwing it away.

The world restarted, this time welcoming children at the very beginning. The fox greets his brother and sister again, this time telling him that happiness cannot be achieved by killing, and that they must remember this lesson forever. Both Chara and Frisk felt the horror of the poison that accumulates in souls when you decide to kill, when you see the death of your loved one, when anger and resentment consume your mind. The fox helped the children get rid of this poison, freeing and cleansing their souls.

The world accepted them, Chara and Frisk joined the new society, grabbing the third and last

#undertale #undertale au #story

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undertaleaskblogfortoomanyaus · 4 months

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Hello! May I request general relationship headcanons for the brothers from Horrortale and Dustfell, as well as Nightmare and Error? Thank you!!

Gladly! Sorry its been a year since this ask was sent, i forgot i made this blog. anyway, three relationship headcanons coming up! i went slightly overboard, sorry

Horrortale

the Horrortale brothers don't live together anymore. Crooks lives in a surface timeline that Ink put him in, and Horror lives with the Bad Sanses. Despite this, their as close as ever. Horror visits Crooks more than the other way around, as Crooks can't travel far due to his injuries. However, he makes the effort for holidays, since Horror likes to celebrate them with his friends as well.

Their prone to worrying about eachother, though, particularly about food intake. Crooks feeds his brother constantly when he visits, and Horror usually brings a homemade dish as well. Their language is definitely one of food, though usually vegetarian for Crooks' sake.

Nightmare actually has Crooks' number on speed dial in case Horror ever has a spiral. He's professional about it, but Crooks really appreciates him looking out for his older brother.

The horror brothers don't always agree on everything, Horror still eats meat despite what they've gone through and of course still attacks universes under Nightmare's orders, so it's certainly caused arguments, but mostly because Crooks is afraid of losing him again. They survived Horrortale by the skin of their teeth, and he doesn't want to see his brother get a second hole in his skull, yknow? Horror knows his brother is concerned, but he likes working for Nightmare, and Crooks ultimately wants his brother to be happy. Regardless of any and all arguments they have, their still brothers and they'll always look out for eachother. Even if Horror's job involves breaking the law, Crooks is willing to turn a blind eye.

Dustfell

With these two, however, there isn't much of a relationship anymore. Noteably because Thorn was, yknow, murdered by him and all. Though make no mistake, Thorn is not a result of any mental issue. he's essentially a ghost, caused by an excess of LV. a haunted memory, of sorts.

But he still behaves like he did when he was alive, if crueller now. He spends most of his ghostly time berating Bramble for nearly anything he does, and purposefully getting him mad so he'll lash out at living people. Oh, and complaining about his brother's uncleanliness, that hasn't changed.

Bramble ignores him, for the most part, but on Thorn's less insulting days, he can still hold a conversation with his brother. He knows full well that he's stuck with Thorn permenantly, no way to remove a ghost when its tied to your LV. And its hardly like theres anyone else to talk to in the dusty underground, at least until Nightmare drops by to check he's still alive, and offer him a place in the Bad sanses for the fifth time. He always says no, partially because he doesn't like his other selves, but partially as a self-punishment. He's still crazed by LV, but he's distantly aware he deserves to burn, like Frisk. Nightmare still keeps an eye on him, though. Just in case he changes his mind.

Thorn, of course, mocks him for his weakness, preys on his mindset of self-punishment. Never far enough to hurt him, 20 LV may be a lot but it doesn't give a lot of HP for a monster like him. But he pushes him just far enough to keep isolating from the other universes. To say their relationship is unhealthy is an understatement.

Maybe Bramble could get a happy ending someday, but it's not anytime soon.

Nightmare and Error

Well, personally, i ship them, but i'll do a non-romantic overview.

Their...co partners of the Bad Sanses, in a way. Nightmare is, officially, the boss, but Error came up with it. So, they share responsibility over their sons their lackies.

Together, their actually sort of similar, when Error isnt throwing a fit over Ink's existence. Neither like being touched, though Nightmare will tolerate it when its his lackies, and both enjoy a good book or show, they bond over soap operas.

Nightmare is, so far, the only bad sans who Error will willingly touch. and by that i mean he leans on his shoulder and sometimes falls asleep during said show watching. It's a start.

They've both been in the Multiverse for a very long time, and are both horribly out of date when it comes to basically anything modern. Error may literally be a piece of broken code, but that doesn't mean he knows how to install a TV. Nightmare did not know what a flatscreen was until Dust and Killer begged him to buy one. On that day, he dragged Error with him to pick one from Crooks' world. They ended up bickering, but Killer called it a bonding activity later on.

They bicker most days, an old married couple as Dust calls them, but some days, they really do get along.

Error taught Nightmare how to knit, Nightmare's been desensitzing him to touch with tentacle pats, and lets him infodump about whatever he's into that day. Error lets Nightmare rant when Dream gets on his nerves too much, and Nightmare taught the others how to help Error when he has a glitchout or a bluescreen.

Their relationship is certainly an action-based one more-so than word-based, but they get along as well as either of them are capable of getting along with anyone. They certainly argue, and sometimes fight, but their energies almost cancel eachother out when their alone.

Almost.

#undertale #horrortale #dustfell #error sans #nightmare sans #horror sans #horrortale sans #horrortale papyrus #dustfell sans #dustfell papyrus

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bunningchaos · 5 months

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Two new characters joins the Safe Haven Crew!

Kindly don't repost, trace or claim these characters as yours. Thank you.

I present to you, Angel and Fallen!

Before we get into more details, these two is an official ship in Feathered Revelation, or in other terms. Birdfell, my interpretation, at least.

So yes, this is Frans (Frisk X Sans)

I'll likely refer to this AU as Feathered Revelation more though, since I'm not sure if there's already a canon Birdfell made by someone else.

Wouldn't wanna get into trouble with other creators anytime soon.

Yes, yes they are both adults.

No, Frisk is NOT a child in this.

With that out of the way, moving onto information! Which will be under the cut

Fallen (Birdfell/Feathered Revelation Sans - He/Him)

•He is the tallest out of everyone in Safe Haven, even taller than Igneus. Standing at 200cm (6.5ft)

•His wings is from the bird species, Eagle

•Similar to Angel, his Frisk, the nickname 'Fallen' was decided by others. Exception that the reason is, his wings seems similar to one of a 'Fallen Angel', ironically enough since his companion was given the name 'Angel'.

Eitherway, Angel have her own special nickname for him. Which is 'Sunshine', otherwise 'Soleil'. Though the latter is used more often than the former

•He prefers to keep to himself but he isn't afraid to speak his mind and to interact with others when he feels like it or finds the need to. No, he isn't rude on purposeful but he is awfully straightforward and sometimes end up unintentionally insulting others

•Locating him is pretty easy as one will normally see him flying around majority of the time while carrying Angel in his arms.

•"Former Scientist", but he don't like that fact being bought up whatsoever. He used to work alongside two other. Or was it one..? He can't recall. But the project he was in charge of, was nothing more than a simple experiment to create combat-based wings, and to modify someone's wings to one that'd be much more suitable for combat.

•His 'fangs' are golden coloured.

Golden teeths.. makes his shit-eating grin abit.. more annoying to look at.

Angel (Birdfell/Feathered Revelation Frisk - She/Her)

•She is currently, the tallest humans that resides in Safe Haven. Being at 150cm, though she's still pretty small if you compare her to Fallen

•Her wings is from the bird species, Hummingbird

•Her nickname 'Angel' was decided and given by the majority of those that she knows. Mainly because of her personality and kindness. That is unfaltering no matter what.

Whereas, Fallen, her own Sans, refers to her as 'Doll'. Which she don't mind, if anything it makes her happy to have a special nickname from the one that she cherishes the most

•She's what others would refer to, as 'a bundle of sunshine'. Which is ironic, considering she calls Fallen, 'Sunshine' instead. She have a tendency of looking out for others, capable of spotting when someone is in discomfort based on their body language and expression, so she usually change topics, or excuse herself to not burden the person that she's interacting with

•She is more than capable of flight on her own, however Fallen normally carries her when she wants to go for a quick session of flying

•She used to be a ordinary human, without wings. Of course, but upon a accidental fall into a mesmerizing lake that was hidden deep within a forest. She was sent to the place that monsters reside, encountering Toriel first, whom was her caretaker for a period of time and also offering her a pair of strap-on wings, which was created with magic. Thus overtime, the wings 'bonded' itself to her body thanks to her soul.

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Birdfell/Feathered Revelation AU - Wings

Contrary to what most would believe, or think. Monsters aren't born with wings, if anything, the pair of wings they have are commonly formed when their young using their magic. So that it stays and eventually develops with them as they grow up.

For those however, that's capable of doing so. There usually would be smaller premade wings created by some monsters' magic (In this case, Queen Toriel was the one whom created it for those unfortunate souls and.. later on, for the fallen human(s).)

For this scenario, the pair of wings is strapped and 'worn' by the user. While overtime due to the magic within the wings itself, and it also latching off the 'magic' from their soul. The wings gradually attaches itself to the user's back. So the straps can then be safely removed afterwards as it wouldn't even be needed anymore

#undertale #undertale au #safe haven timeline #birdfell #feathered revelation #birdfell au #feathered revelation au #frans au #frisk x sans #angel frisk #fallen sans

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