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cellydawn · 5 years

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Sans is a Darkner Theory (MASTERPOST)

I know that this theory has been touched on before, but I’d like to compile all the evidence from the original post with some additional stuff I found relevant into a single comprehensive post. To preface this, I would like to remind everyone that the merchandise based on Sans isn’t canon and that though Deltarune isn’t a direct sequel to Undertale, the Deltarune FAQ confirms that connections between the two are not precluded.

I’m going to divide this theory into three parts because I want to cover all my bases and there is an extensive amount of evidence, so without further ado, let me introduce you to my completely self-indulgent crazed ramblings!

WARNING: This is very long. Also, a bunch of speculation here so read at your own discretion.

1. Sans has connections to the Deltarune universe

Let’s list off what we know for sure:

Sans instantly recognizes the Player as a human and has knowledge of the Surface.

In the conversation at MTT Restaurant, Sans confesses that he knows the feeling of wanting to go home.

According to the Snowdin Shopkeeper, Sans and Papyrus showed up one day and “asserted themselves”.

In his lost soul dialogue, Sans says that “you’ll never see ‘em again”.

During his battle, Sans reveals that he “gave up trying to go back a long time ago” and that “getting to the surface doesn't really appeal anymore, either.”

After being defeated, Sans says that he’s “going to grillbys”. In Deltarune, the first place we see Sans is at Grillby’s. Sans’s house and the restaurant in Deltarune are the same as in Undertale (except for slight alterations like the lack of snow and...’sans)

Undertale!Sans and Deltarune!Sans have identical sprites.

After talking with the Clam Girl and learning of Suzy, you can go to Sans’s workshop and find a card sticking out from the back flap of the binder, described as a poorly drawn picture of three smiling people with the words "don't forget" written in lowercase. Deltarune’s credits song is titled “Don’t Forget”.

We can safely assume that Sans came from another place that is not the underground nor the surface; Sans misses his home and his friends there (presumably the people in the picture); Susie and Suzy are related somehow. Additionally, we can speculate that Sans and Papyrus may have arrived from another dimension. It might very well be the case that Sans originated from the Deltarune universe: Sans is completely resigned to the fact that he can’t alter the past no matter how hard he tries. Deltarune’s prophecy is all about inevitability. Sans’s defeatist attitude might stem from this.

Here’s some evidence that is more debatable:

River Person warns the Player to “Beware of the man who came from the other world”. It’s possible that the man in question is Sans.

I’ve noticed this isn’t brought up as much, but Sans’s word search is from ICE-E’s, which is a brand we only see in Deltarune. As far as we know, there is no trace of this brand in the Undertale universe. It definitely doesn’t appear to be one from a newspaper—it’s a distraction given to kids at restaurants.

BONUS: There’s a wacky inflatable mascot that resembles the ICE-E’s mascot in the dog shrine found in the skelebros’ house (console version)

During Shyren’s encounter, if the Player hums twice, the flavor text describes Sans selling tickets made of toilet paper. Now, we know that all the food in the Underground is made out of magic. Magic nourishes monsters, but it doesn’t pass through their bodies as waste. Why does Sans have toilet paper?

Alphys seems to be in-the-know about Sans’s time-space shenanigans. In the epilogue of the pacifist ending, there’s some dialogue that suggests Alphys and Sans are quite familiar with each other. Both of them want to keep this a secret for whatever reason. In a neutral ending in which Alphys becomes the ruler, she is mournful of the deaths of Undyne, Alphys, and Asgore, but is glad that “at least Sans is here”. In the MTT quiz, if you pick “Don’t Know” to the question about her crush, Alphys reveals that she has done research on alternate universes and knows they exist. Both Sans and Alphys have connections to Gaster, who is quite prevalent in Deltarune. She, along with Sans (and coincidentally, the ICE-E word-search) are affected by Fun values and have their own Fun events. It seems a little random, but what if all the Fun events are Gaster-related? Are Alphys and Sans the two people mentioned in Entry 17?

So I think all of these pieces are sufficient in establishing Sans’s connection to Deltarune, though it is still unclear whether Sans came from Deltarune into Undertale or vice versa, OR Sans showed up from yet ANOTHER universe. That’s a theory for another time, though. On to the next part!

2. Sans has abilities/properties exclusive to Darkners

Some of the basics:

Sans can teleport, that is, use “shortcuts”, as evidenced by appearing both in front and behind the character in Snowdin, going to Grillbys, chasing after Papyrus in the wrong direction during the Pacifist ending scene, etc. Though Rouxls Kaard is shown to teleport, Lancer’s style of teleporting most closely resembles Sans’s. There are multiple instances in which Lancer stays ahead despite the Player passing him (for example, Lancer sneaking a sign past the party despite there only being one way to the door).

The door to Sans’s room greatly resembles the fast-travel doors that only Darkners are able to create. If you get the key to his room, the pitch-black and seemingly-endless walkway is not dissimilar to that of the supply closet. Papyrus also happens to liken Sans’s room to “another world”. All of the weird junk could be representative of various landmarks in the dark world.

Sans can manipulate shadows as seen through his first appearance (I also like to think that this is the reason why his “eye-lights” can disappear). This is most prevalent with Ralsei, Lancer, and the King obscuring parts of their body with shadows.

Darkners have colored portraits. At first glance, you would assume Sans doesn’t have one, but his head is already—conveniently—black and white.

If that wasn’t enough, let’s take a look at Sans’s battle in the Genocide Route. The most distinguishing feature of this fight is Sans’s ability to dodge your attacks, an ability that was thought to be unique to him. As it turns out, Darkners are also able to dodge (provided that they are warned). In order to actually beat Sans, you need to tire him out, and once you have dealt the final blow, he runs away. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?

I believe that Sans actually survives the encounter as well. I’ve seen people claim that when he goes off-screen, the “dusting” sound effect signifies that he dies. This is wrong. That sound effect plays at the end of every battle, regardless of whether you spared or killed an enemy. I’d like to point out that the EXP you gain from the battle does not confirm Sans’s death. If you pick on Loox, you can get 5 extra EXP stacking up to 3 times. This means that killing an enemy is not required for you to gain EXP. I’ll also include that the kill counter doesn’t go up once Sans’s battle is over. It’s believed that this is the case because of Chara’s interference, though I don’t personally agree.

Let me also present this tidbit that I see no one else talking about: unlike literally any monster in the underground (besides Flowey, but he doesn’t count), Sans HAS NO HP BAR. When he gets hit, the damage numbers are present, but the HP bar that should have appeared above him is absent. Darkners don’t have a visible HP bar when struck.

Here’s some stuff that’s a little bit more controversial/speculative:

Lancer more or less implies that Darkners bleed, though we haven’t seen any examples of this yet. Ralsei doesn’t correct him, however. We know that the monsters in the light world don’t bleed (“Does it hurt to be made out of blood?”), and Susie’s comment (“Everybody bleeds, right?”) could be read as her trying to look cool for Lancer. Then, does Sans bleed?

It has been confirmed by @nochocolate that the red coming out of Sans is the exact same red as his ketchup bottle. This is a deliberate choice, but it doesn’t completely deconfirm that it may be blood because we don’t have other instances of blood to compare it to. Additionally, there is a mention of both blood and ketchup from Noelle: "This isn't another trick, is it, Kris? Like when you put ketchup on your arms and told me it was blood?" This might just be Toby Fox poking fun at the fandom or intentionally misdirecting us—really, it could go either way.

Sans’s mouth doesn’t move at all while he talks. It turns out that there may be an explanation for this! In Undertale, you can see the mouths of face sprites move while words are being spoken.

However, in Deltarune, both Lightners and Darkners don’t feature moving mouths in their textboxes! In instances wherein the full-body sprites are shown (Papyrus date, Alphys date, literally all the battles), the mouths don’t move either. So while his expression rarely changes, it might turn out that Sans DOES actually move his mouth while speaking, we just can’t see it. I’m a bit iffy on this theory since it varies from monster to monster in the Light World. Moreover, in Undertale, while Mettaton’s mouth doesn’t move at all (I’m going to disregard this since he is a robot) it’s very peculiar that the same can be said for Alphys.

Seriously, why doesn’t Alphys’s mouth move at all?? This HAS to be intentional, all of the other characters with a face sprite have moving mouths. Deltarune!Alphys doesn’t have one either. This brings up more questions than answers: Are certain monsters Lightners and others not? Is Alphys a Lightner? Did her “research” on alternate universes involve her actually traversing the multiverse? Am I overthinking this? In any case, it’s more stuff linking her to Sans...

If it turns out that not all monsters are Lightners, then it makes sense that Sans is so devoted to Papyrus, assuming that Papyrus is, in fact, a Lightner. No other person’s death makes as much of a difference as Papyrus’s concerning Sans’s behavior towards you. Alternatively, if Papyrus is not a Lightner, then it stands to reason why Sans is so depressed—he has no way of fulfilling his purpose. “Sans”, after all, means “without”.

The Light World has virtually no indications of monsters being able to use magic. In Undertale, it’s stated that magic is a method of self-expression for monsters, yet the only magic we see in Deltarune is from within the Dark World. If we compare Deltarune!Toriel’s stovetop to Undertale!Toriel’s, we see that the flavor text has omitted her use of fire magic. Susie is able to send out magic ax attacks, but this is likely due to the nature of the Dark World. I need to clarify that she is not the one that casts the Pacify spell at the end of a “neutral” run; she realizes that the King is tired, and waits for Ralsei to finish the job. Her remembering Pacify is exactly what it means, and Ralsei comments on it because he is expressing surprise that she cared to remember the spell she made fun of him for. I’ll also point out that the lack of magic would be the reason why the monster-human war ended differently/didn’t even happen, therefore allowing monsters to reside on the surface. If Sans did hail from this world, he wouldn’t have magic or would have very limited magical capabilities if he isn’t a Darkner.

Here is a piece of dialogue from Sans about the Underground. Interestingly, he differentiates himself from monsters, though this could just be because he doesn’t want to lump in Papyrus with them. The King has a similar line (“Show my son the monster you REALLY are!”). Monsters are possibly complicit in Darkners’ imprisonment. Is it possible that Sans is also resentful? Do Darkners exist in Undertale?

I feel like this interaction is worth mentioning. It’s entirely possible that Darkners were sealed so long ago in the Undertale universe that nobody even remembers their existence.

Going back to Papyrus, if Sans is a Darkner, then it’s important to mention that Papyrus is not. We see Papyrus turn to dust when he is killed. For that reason, it seems that Sans and Papyrus are not biological brothers. I think this actually makes a lot of sense given how different they look. Yes, it’s true that Sans and Papyrus both have a skeleton motif, but they don’t look remotely similar. The face shape, the jaw, the build, the height, the eyes, the nasal cavity—nothing matches! Each monster species look the same, hell, even boss monsters like Toriel and Asgore resemble each other. Compared to Papyrus, Sans seems a lot more solid (his gut) AND he’s almost completely covered up save for his face (what are you hiding under there?).

Their bone attacks are distinct as well: Papyrus’s have a more angular aesthetic compared to Sans’s rounded edges.

In comparison, Toriel, Asgore, and Asriel have the same exact fire attack.

So, if Sans is a skeleton-themed Darkner, what type would he be?

3. Sans is the Ace of Spades

This part of the theory is a bit more conjectural, but I think there is enough evidence to put this in here.

Let’s start with how Sans, Lancer, and the King are similar:

Their sprites have the same color scheme: black, blue, white, and grey.

They sport uneven and toothy grins, are round and chubby (“if you eat too many hot dogs…you’ll probably get huge like me”), and have a hood.

The spades seem to have a smile motif. The grinning “mouth” of the Card Castle has the same number of “teeth” as Sans. Additionally, you can see portraits of spade people inside the castle. They’re all smiling.

These three are the only characters that can freely shift between being completely submerged in the shadows and becoming visible. The ability to cloak their body with shadows is a trait thought to be shared by all Darkners; Ralsei, after all, exhibits this all throughout our journey. What’s interesting is that there are clear parallels to Sans, Lancer, and the Kings’ shadows: they conceal their entire form and reveal it during their first appearances.

Sans and Lancer are shown to be able to teleport. I’m bringing this up again because it seems that not all Darkners can teleport without the use of a door as indicated by Ralsei’s confusion. If Ralsei has extensive knowledge of Darkner powers, and he is unaware that Lancer can teleport, then teleportation must be an ability unique to the spades, or, at the very least, card-themed Darkners.

Sans and the King’s fights are eerily similar. You need to fight/tire them out and listen to them monologue in order to progress. A major theme of both fights is how you can’t truly spare them. Appearing worn out from the battle, they appeal for mercy. Should the Player fall for it, they launch an unavoidable attack that deals catastrophic damage. Additionally, before his fight, the King employs the use of silent text, just like Sans during his judgments and his intimidating moments. Also worth noting: in both fights, the battle box is manipulated deliberately to suit the needs of the Player (for our last attack against Sans) and the King (his weird stomach tongue latching onto the box). Sans is also capable of stretching the box as seen with the attack before his special attack.

Lancer and Sans, in particular, parallel each other quite nicely. They are both playful jokers, they both own bikes, and both of these characters have a strange relationship with food (particularly with red condiments).

The two just so happen to have stands to sell questionable foodstuffs.

Sans is evidently constantly eating:

Undyne: “And his brother kept making 100’s of midnight snacks.”

Papyrus: “GRILLBY’S… IT’S DARK AND FULL OF GREASE. PURGATORY OF FRIES… HAMBURGER ABYSS… ANYWAY, MY BROTHER PRACTICALLY LIVES HERE.”

Big-Mouth: “Sans is interesting. He has told me about all kinds of incredible foods. But, despite his knowledge, he always orders the worst burger off the menu.”

And we know that Lancer barely eats at all. He doesn’t think that having three glasses of milk as his dinner is unusual, he’s not allowed to eat the Dark Candy, he pretends to eat the salsa in the stump, and he has to get fed worms by Rouxls because his father forgot to feed him. Sans and Lancer both have terrible eating habits. I’m not sure what this is supposed to mean, but you know, food for thought.

Why the Ace of Spades:

The designs of both Lancer and the King originated from @kanotynes who created an entire deck of cards. The Ace of Spades does not have a distinct design.

French manufacturers standardized the four playing card suits. “Sans” and “Lancer” are both French words.

It symbolizes uncleanliness and depression (Sans’s socks and his room, the latter is pretty self-explanatory), omens (River Person’s warning, Flowey alerting us to not reveal our abilities to him, “you’re going to have a bad time”), and death (the reason for his skeletal nature).

In Blackjack, Aces have a numeric value of 1 (matching his stats) or 11 (the same number of unique pre-battle dialogue from Sans, though this may just be a lucky coincidence). The Eleventh Hour is an idiom meaning nearly too late. Sans’s fight is your last possible chance at quitting before the world ends and your game gets corrupted.

Remember that bit where Sans has toilet paper? In the Card Castle, you can see that a bathroom, the Royal Flush, is occupied. Darkners have to digest their food. On a related note, the royal flush is a poker term for an A(14), K(13), Q(12), J(11), and 10 hand. Interestingly, in the sequence before his “special attack”, we see Sans disappear and reappear at the edges of the screen 14 times (again, probably just a neat coincidence).

The ace is paradoxically the least and most valuable card (in Blackjack, Poker, etc.), paralleling Sans being the weakest and strongest enemy.

Ace of Spades also represents “an end”, and Sans is there at the end of our journey, judging us before Asgore’s fight. He is also responsible for initiating the phone calls at the end of every neutral route.

Okay, this one is a little bit of a joke. In this deleted tweet, Toby said that Sans would be too lazy for sex, causing fans to speculate that he is “ace” lol.

BONUS: Sans was originally intended to run a casino. This one’s a bit self-explanatory. Also explains his poker face.

The most important piece of evidence, however, is this: the French expression fagoté comme l'as de pique means "(badly) dressed like the ace of spades." Checks out.

On Gaster Blasters:

Gaster Blasters might have a spade motif. If you connect the natural curves of the eyes and the top of the nose ridge, you get a spade shape. The GB's crests resemble King Spade's crown and possibly the neck/shoulder part of his cape.

A GB's nose resembles King Spade's when he isn't snarling at you; this might also apply to Sans if he stopped smiling (mouth shape affects the shape of their noses).

Also on the topic of noses, Sans, Lancer, and King Spade's noses translate to the same shape in their overworld sprites.

The fog from Snowdin, which has been theorized to be either a front-facing GB or Sans' face (and honestly I lean more towards it being Sans's face because of the eye shape) has a hidden line underneath and above the nose. Perhaps Sans resembles the Gaster Blasters and the Spades more than we anticipated?

HMMMMMMMMMMMMM.....

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meowchela · 4 years

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Introduction to Salem (my deltarune oc)

because i really wanna post about her hsdgjshbdsfhj

info under the cut bc this is gonna be long as FUCK I have a lot to say about my daughter...please read it tho

first things first, her name is Salem and I first made her on my second run of deltarune when I decided to name my vessel properly (on my first run i made the vessel’s name my own since the instructions confused me a tad, haha.)

this is what she looks like in-game. here’s a sprite recreation of the above sprite cuz its kinda unclear (plus a pixel vers)

I didn’t flesh her out until may 2020 though, and since then she’s gone through all sortsa development. the first thing I did was try to make her design stand out from being a basic vessel while still keeping true to the nature of it, if that makes sense.

this is my first ever drawings of her- some minor things have changed as i’ve drawn her. here’s her current design!

as well as her sprite (plus the pixel vers)

she has a dark world form and a “beta” design (aka her in-game design just with a face) but I've shown enough designs for now.

Her backstory is that, after being discarded, she was saved and brought to life by Gaster. He acts as her father figure (she literally calls him father, since in a way he is bc bringing her to life and all that) and she holds him in very high regard. They live together in the void, however Salem can leave and I’m going to explain why in a bit.

Her purpose as a vessel is to house the player’s soul. That purpose was taken from her at the beginning of the game as we all know, and she’s determined to get it back by any means necessary. How she does this is she basically goes down to hometown and/or the dark world to antagonize/attack Kris to get the soul out of them. She hates them for this reason.

Of course, she’s more like a saturday morning cartoon villain than an actual threat to them. She tries her hardest but can never really get their soul. She keeps trying though. The only thing that could divert her from attempting to fulfill her purpose would have to be a genuine change of heart.

Personalitywise, She’s actually very proper and polite to people she’s not actively trying to steal the soul of. Gaster raised her with proper manners! Despite this, she’s also very sassy and not afraid to speak her mind. Also shes not above saying swear words because I think its funny lmao

Her powers are as follows:

Teleportation - Allows her to get to and from the void. she can teleport to places she knows, but not people, and she can teleport small items with her if she’s holding them but not other people, hence why Gaster can’t use her to escape.

Hovering - Salem can hover a few feet off the ground for a limited amount of time. It’s not exactly flight, since it’s loosely derived from Gaster’s ability to control his detached hands (technically a form of hovering). It’s more just so she can look intimidating and cool. Originally, she didn’t have this, but one day I sprite edited a pose that looked like she was hovering and decided it would be cool lmao

Gaster Blasters- Since they’re named after her dad, I figured I’d give them to her. However, I’ve been debating recently on whether to keep them or not, since I don’t want her being too similar to Sans power-wise and he’s the only place in the game we see them. It’s iffy for now, so we’ll see.

Fun facts!

She has a wrench she uses as her main weapon. I tend to forget this fact, but it’s very important. (If I do get rid of the blaster power, she’d use this as primarily, since right now she prefers to use the blasters as a ranged attack. That said she does love to bonk people w the wrench, namely Kris she hits them with it a lot)

Physically, she is the same age as the fun gang (Since I headcanon Kris, Susie, and Ralsei to be 17, she would be 17 as well, however if you headcanon them to be younger she’s essentially just aged to match them. At the very least her and Kris are always physically the same age.) Mentally, though, it’s kinda complicated. She’s as smart as her physical age in the sense she’s able to use logic and wit, however her knowledge of the world is less than a toddlers. If you asked her what something normal like, say, grass was, she would not know. She would be confused as fuck. She could best someone at chess but the second you ask her what a movie theatre is she becomes all questions

She’s naturally very curious. Maybe because she has so little knowledge of the world or maybe because she was raised by Gaster to have a scientific mind, but she just wants to know EVERYTHING about the world around her. When she’s not focused on antagonizing Kris and their friends all the time, she’s usually out exploring and studying things, trying to expand her knowledge.

Gaster forgot if he taught her how to read and write or not and at this point he’s too afraid to find out.

In truth, Gaster’s better at being a scientist than a dad. He tries to act fatherly towards Salem but most of the time ends up treating her more like a lab assistant. She doesn’t mind as long as he pays attention to her, but it’s still not exactly good for her development.

I headcanon Gaster is ambiguously related to the skelebros, so by extension Salem is related to them as well. He’s told her to respect them. (She gets along with Papyrus, but Sans gets on her nerves sometimes.)

I think I’ve rambled on enough. There’s still so much more to cover but this is all of the basic info and then some. Thank you for reading this far, and if you have any questions or comments about her PLEASE feel free to shoot me an ask about it.

#shut up meow #salem #meows ocs #meows art #meows sprite edits #please ask me questions about her via ask #i could talk about her for ages #also now that ive properly introduced her i will post about her #A LOT #so uh #hope u like deltarune vessel ocs lmao

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sleepyfan-blog · 4 years

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Reaperdream Soumate AU ficlets

Fandom: UTMV

This was written for the UT Rarepair discord server Secret Santa Event, for @izzy-the-bizzy

Characters: Dream, Reapertale Sans, Aftertale Sans, Ink Sans, Swap Sans, Underfell Sans, Reapertale Papyrus, Reapertale Gaster, Swapfell Sans, Fellswap Sans

Warnings: major character death

Word count: 7,451

tagslist: @anxiety-is-married-to-depression @angelofthehalfmoon @trainwreck-of-skeletons @hisame-amadashi @therandomskelekey

Dream stared at the red string that had been wound around their finger from the moment that they had woken up from that awful stone spell. They knew what it was, of course. It meant that they had a soulmate somewhere in the wide multiverse. They had stumbled and fled through a portal that they had created by instinct, unsure as to just where they would end up, but fleeing the eldritch thing that Nightmare had become. Unsure as to whether or not they wanted to meet their soulmate or not, they fled from world to world, trying to gain strength and generally evade Nightmare as best as they could.

Which was how they had ended up in the situation they are in now, having been drawn to an AU that Ink had warned them to avoid. Reapertale. But they had felt... Drawn here. They were wearing their cape so that their face was hooded and hidden as they wandered throughout the world, finding it to be a mix of monster and humans. There were whispers of gods and goddesses who ruled them all, beings of incredible, indescribable power. They hadn't realized that their Red String of Fate had grown taught until they very nearly ran into their soulmate, who had a scythe raised as a human pleaded weakly for mercy.

Dream called out at the scene before them, confused "Uhm... What's going on here?" The human's injuries were fatal - and their chest had stilled. Their soul was floating freely from their chest, and still pleading for mercy.

"The name's Sans, god of Death. If you try to interfere, I may just have to kill you too." The hooded figure called out, slashing the human's soul in half and turning to face them, a red string taught between the two of them. "I trust that you..." The Sans stopped talking, staring at the taught red string that connected the two of them. "So... I guess we're soulmates, huh?" The Sans muttered, leaning on his scythe and staring at Dream.

Shock and confusion flooded Dream, and they wished that they could take back the "What the hell is that even supposed to mean?" At least they weren't bound to a mortal... They weren't sure what to think.

"I don't know. What do you think it means?" Death asks, staring hard at them.

Dream sighed, knowing the answer to that instantly "Trouble."

"Why, disappointed to find out that the god of death is your soulmate, mortal?" Reaper called, out, squinting at him.

Dream shook their head, lowering their hood "I'm no more mortal than you are. While I can be killed, I don't age, can't die of illness, starvation nor thirst. I suppose I should introduce myself, since we are soulmates, and I know your name, Sans. I'm Dream, guardian of positivity."

"... I've heard rumors about you from the Sanses who run around with Ink. You've been sorely missed throughout the centuries, since your other half has been causing a giant rampage across the multiverse. Not that Ink particularly cares beyond a new game to play. Especially since Nightmare fucks around with darker timelines for the most part."

Dream sighed softly "I was trapped in a stasis spell for centuries... I'm not sure what Nightmare has been up to while I was trapped, but I... Considering how strong he is, I can guess at what he's been up to. I... I suppose that it's nice to meet you?"

Reaper laughed, voice filled with bitterness "I suppose it's good to meet you too... If you're looking for hugs and kisses, I'm afraid I might dust you, even if you're more durable than mortals. My very touch kills."

A small frown appeared on their face at that "You... You've never been able to touch or hold someone? Not ever?" that sounds so horribly lonely...

"My brother, Paps, is also a god of death, and we can hug one another without dusting each other... But hey, it's not all bad. This death touch makes my job easier. You wouldn't believe how -" Reaper began, rearing back in surprise and flailing in shock as Dream rushed him, hugging him tight "Wait I... I... You... You're not..."

"Dusting or dying? Nope... As I told you, the only way I can die is if I'm killed... So your touch won't knock me down." Dream murmured, hugging Reaper tightly "This is going to be troublesome and complicated, but I... If you like, we can try to make it work? Unless you'd rather I vanish and never come back to your world? The multiverse is vast, I'm sure we could manage to avoid each other."

"I... No. I don't... I don't want you to vanish as soon as we've met one another. I do want to make a go of things. Of... Of getting to know you." Reaper responded, treacherous hope blooming in his chest as he looks down at them, his soul twisting and making it difficult to breathe. He had a soulmate... Who wasn't afraid of him. A true smile appeared on his face as he asked "How much of my AU have you seen, Dream?"

"Just a bit of the mortal world. Some of this city and nothing else, as a matter of fact. I'd be delighted to explore more of your world, if you like?" Dream offered, a hopeful smile appearing on their face as well.

Reaper nodded, offering them an arm as he murmured "I gotta take this soul to the afterlife. Then I can show you a few of my favorite places, if you’d like?"

Dream nods. They have no idea just how this will work out... But they're willing to try, hoping that the two of them might be able to enjoy one another's company. "Sounds good to me."

~~~

Reaper ran his fingers along the carved number on the inner portion of his radius. He was well aware of what the numbers meant, as they slowly continued to trickle down, each second passing in less than the blink of a mortal eye. He had taken the souls of many mortals, and their numbers - or the numbers of one or more of the mortals around them had hit zero, as he appeared to them, taking their souls from their bodies, to take them to the afterlife.

Five hundred and sixty-four days, three hours and ten minutes. With twelve-eleven-ten... Seconds left. That was how much longer his soulmate had to live. A bitter smile appeared on his face as he wondered morosely if his only chance to meet his soulmate - who had to be alive... They must be a boss monster of some kind, to live for so long - would be when he took their soul to the afterlife. To meet them only to be the one to take their last breath... As he sure as hell wasn't going to make his younger brother take his own soulmate's life...

He wondered what they might be like? Would he be able to meet them before they died? Would he know if they were his soulmate, and he was theirs? The dull ache that pulled at his soul whenever he stared at the numbers for more than a couple of seconds had returned. With a sigh, he pulled down the sleeve of his robe, shaking himself as he stood up, stretching a little. He was going to pester Tori for a while. It was always fun teasing the goddess of life.

He pauses, sensing something... Someone new in the garden of life. Moving swiftly, making sure to float a couple of inches above the grass, so that he didn't kill everything he touched, Reaper charged to where he could sense the new being - who was worryingly close to Toriel, summoning his scythe, just in case it was another Chara situation. Instead he sees a -

Reaper stops dead, blinking rapidly as the brightly blazing golden aura of the being who was speaking to Tori, their voice too loud and very soft all at once, the dizzying amount of information that he had gotten from seeing them for the first time incredibly distracting and distressing. Yet... The distress and concern that he felt at this stranger - powerful, kind and gentle as he could feel they were - faded away. "Good morning, Sans." Tori called out, smiling warmly down at him. "Come, meet the guardian of positivity. Their name is Dream."

Reaper nodded, coming forwards and nodding politely, his scythe vanishing as he tucked his hands behind his back "Hello, My name's Sans... I'm one of the two Reapers, so I'd like to shake your hand, but if I did, I'd kill you."

Dream smiled a little and nodded in understanding, the radiance of their soul still nearly blinding "It's wonderful to meet you, Sans. I sensed Toriel's distress and came to see if I could help. We've had a brief chat, and she's doing much better. She cares very much for you."

Reaper smiles a little bit and rubs the back of his skull "Yeah, I'm not sure why she cares for such a spooky bonehead like me, but I'm lucky... Although we didn't always get along with one another, haha... I'm... I don't think you're from this universe, are you?"

"Nope! But do not worry, I do not plan on staying here for very long. I like to wander, now that I've learned how. Thank you both for your time." Dream murmured, smiling warmly at Reaper, their magic rippling against his senses and almost causing him to purr at the feeling.

"You're welcome... And thanks for coming to cheer up Tori. That's very kind of you." Reaper responded, a genuine smile appearing on his face. "Say, have you met Ink? If you hop around enough 'verses you're bound to run into him. He's... Interesting and kind of dangerous. But for now at least, he means well."

"I'll keep that warning in mind, Reaper. See you later, I'm sure." Dream calls out, a happy smile appearing on their face as they open a golden portal, vanishing in a flash of light.

Reaper hadn't known what was going on in the multiversal sansnanigans that were going on. He had made sure that they knew that he was neutral. As long as they didn't fuck with his home timeline, he wouldn't reap their souls and send them on to the afterlife. It was a pretty good deal, and those whom he loved and cared for were well protected. Dealing with the mess that the others made when the reapers from the worlds that they had their destructive fights in was annoying and irritating to say the least, but it wasn't the absolutely shittiest thing he'd had to deal with.

What he hadn't expected was to be unexpectedly summoned during one of his rare days off, frowning as he found the Omega timeline in absolute shambles. There were dozens of injured mortals, with hundreds more dead. Sighing, he summoned his scythe, slashing his way through the dead souls, shoving them none too gently into the afterlife, having so many to reap, there was no time for any of the tact nor kindness that Paps showed the mortals who were dying.

He froze as he felt something vibrate on his left radius as he finished reaping the last of the mortal souls dead. With trembling fingers, he pulled down his sleeve, staring in muted horror as the numbers flicked down... Ten seconds... Nine... Eight... Panic seized him as he searched the AU, instinctively knowing that his soulmate had to be here... He could hear sounds of fighting and charged recklessly onto the battlefield to see Dream, Ink, Nightmare and Error battling two on two, their mortal companions dusting around them.

Before he could even attempt to defy fate and stop all four of these assholes from killing each other (as he had no idea which one of the four of them was his soul mate) one of Dream's arrows pierced through Error's soul, shattering it at the very moment that one of Error's gaster blasters was able to slam, full-force into Ink, vaporizing the creative guardian, even as a wave of ink gutted Nightmare. An anguished "No!" Left reaper as he rushed towards the four of them, noting that Error and Ink had already dusted, but he had a couple of seconds left, the positive and negative guardians sputtering weakly, glaring darkly at one another.

"You... Killed... My soulmates... Dream... Of course... I wouldn't... let that... Slide..." Nightmare ground out, surrounded by several piles of dust, the clothes of Cross, Killer, Dust and Hatchet surrounding him.

"It was not.., My intent to do so, brother... I never... Wanted to hurt you..." Dream called out, their eye lights fading. "Oh... Hey Reaper... Here to... Clean up our messes, as always?"

Discarding all sense as he knew in the back of his mind that he would only hasten the other's end, Reaper rushed to Dream's side, picking the other up and gently brushing the tears from their eyes "Dream! Dream no... Please... You.. you have to stay with me... Please no... I just... We... We're..."

"Soulmates? Oh... I'm so sorry to leave you... But..." Dream coughed weakly, golden ichor splattering Reaper's face "There's nothing that... Can be done... S-smile for me?"

"But I... I can't... Not... N-Not when you're dead! I can't... I don't..." He only helps souls cross into the afterlife. He never sees them again not unless they are reincarnated. "I... I'll bring you to Tori... Maybe... Maybe she can... She can heal you?" Tori would do that for him, right? Heal his soulmate? He's already preparing the portal when Dream shakes their head.

"No... I... I'm not meant to exist without him... Gotta... Stay balanced..." Dream mumbled, gesturing in Nightmare's general direction as the negative spirit collapsed into a puddle of dark ooze, having just given up on this life. A spectral form of a small, violet elemental hovered over what remained of Nightmare, waiting to be collected. "But... I'm glad to know... Who my soulmate is... Even if it's just in my final moments. You were a wonderful friend... Reaper... You must... Remember to smile... Maybe we'll meet each other again in a happier time?" With that, Dream faded into a puddle of dust, nothing remaining of them but their circlet and clothing. A yellow, spectral elemental appeared, gently nuzzling into him before chirping, causing the darker spirit to appear, murrmuring lowly. With trembling fingers, he cupped both of them, saying quietly "I release you from this life, and send you on to the afterlife. Rest well."

He reaped what remained of Error's soul... and poked at what little remained of Ink, knowing full well that the other was soulless. Would he resurrect somehow, or was this it? Reaper realized with a jolt, that he had accidentally allowed part of Dream's cloak to touch what remained of Nightmare... and a small sapling had begun to sprout from where the two had mixed. With careful, trembling fingers, he wrapped the little sapling up in Dream's scarf, stumbling into Tori's garden, yelling for her help, covered in dust and miserable.

She came running over, Undyne yelling at him for daring to be in here and gaster staring at him in a great deal of confusion, half a dozen of the other gods watching him. "Tori I... They... My soulmate just died and I... This... This tree.. They... I... Please take care of it... I... Please?" Reaper begged, knowing that he wasn't making much sense.

"Of course... Sans... Give me the sapling, I will tend to them... Go to your brother, and grieve for them..." Life murmured, a sad and understanding smile appearing on her face.

Reaper nodded, staggering off to where he knew his brother to be, collapsing into the other's confused embrace.

~~~

Reaper had gone to these Christmas parties for several years now, having found them to be endlessly entertaining... And if he could poke and prod at people without dusting them, finding their reactions to be amusing as all hell, so much the better. He knew that whatever had happened to his soulmate to cause the other to feel no emotions whatsoever for... Five hundred and twelve years, sixteen hours and seven seconds (so sue him for counting. It had been disorienting and terrifying when the emotions that didn't belong to him but did belong to his soulmate suddenly vanished) had suddenly come back a couple of weeks ago. The first thing he had felt from them was a return of the absolute terror, confusion and soul-rending betrayal that had laid him flat on his back, wheezing as he tried to get himself together. Tori had fluttered over him and yelled for Paps - as his brother was the only one in his AU who could touch him without dying.

The misery and sadness had died down to bearable degree - but much of the warm cheerfulness and contented peace that he had sensed from his soulmate had never returned. Not truly. There was a lot of determination and a grief that caused Reaper's soul to ache. Reaper had searched amongst the crowd of sanses at the Christmas Party, hoping that they were amongst their numbers... And he was getting close to asking Ink for help, to find his soulmate... Even if it meant dealing with the creative guardian's shenanigans a lot more than normal, it would be worth it to find his soulmate and hopefully dragging their miserable butt to therapy.

"Hey, Reaper..." Geno murmured, squinting at something or someone behind him "Ink's here... And he brought that golden marshmallow with him. I mean - Blue is tough as they come. Cheerful and sweet, but he can and will out-maneuver and manipulate pretty much anyone and everyone when he has a mind to do so. What the marshmallow is doing mixed up with the soulless creator and the mafia leader of friendship, I do not know."

Reaper hummed, turning around and freezing as he sees the gold and blue-clad sans. Their magic called to him in a way that he'd never experienced. "I... I think that they might..." He had seen other people meet their soulmates before. Whether the reactions were positive, negative or neutral, the first impression tended to be a lasting one, especially... Especially between soulmates. "I think they might be my soulmate."

Geno snickers a little "You wouldn't be the first to hope for that. They're the guardian of positivity, and their warm aura makes everyone around them feel happy... Sounds really lonely to me... They've been told that by at least half of the sanses here... Not that any of them were right, but hey. Good luck. If you're right, then you're right."

Reaper waves a hand at Geno "I can sense their emotions. What they're actually feeling, not the positive aura that is lifting the spirits of everyone around them." With that he went quiet, making his way over to Dream, mentally rolling his eye lights as a hush fell over the crowd and they reluctantly parted. He looks over at Dream, more sure than ever that the other was his soulmate. The fake smile on their face belied the exhausted circles under their eyes and the almost desperate way that they seemed to be trying to please and distract others. "Hello."

"I... Uhm... Hi." Dream responded, blinking up at him "My name is Dream. What's yours?" They ask, holding out a hand for him to shake.

Reaper grins, taking the other's hand, amused by the way that everyone tensed up around them "It's nice to meet you, Dream. I'm Death."

Dream stared up into his face, their eye lights widening for a couple of moments, surprise, hope and uncertainty flickering through them as they murmur "It's... It's nice to meet you death..."

"Heh... I get it. Not many people are eager to meet me. I think I even scare the life out of some of your companions." He responded, winking a little at Dream. "But don't worry, I'm a pretty chill guy. Meeting me here isn't automatically a death sentence."

The smile on Dream's face shifted to something a little bit more real, and a soft chuckle left them "Hehe... I... I don't think that you're all that scary. I've seen worse things happen to people than meeting you... You seem quite nice."

Reaper shrugged a little, a small smile appearing on his face "Eh. This place is a lot like an idle fantasy for me. I can touch people without killing them here. Which is nice, as in my home AU, anyone I touch who ain't my brother dies. Mortal or not. But in this place, I've got no fangs."

Dream giggles again, their eye lights brightening a little "I think the two of us need to have a bit of a private chat."

Reaper nods, following the other "True, but I'm not sure how private for how long this chat will be. Your friends seem to be kind of... Nosy."

Dream shrugs, grabbing one of Reaper's hands and teleporting them far away from where the party was "This should give us enough time to talk for at least a little bit. And of course, there's the Underfell Therapy Closet to hide in. I... I think you're my soulmate. It's difficult for me to tell, as I can sense the emotions of everyone around me... But your feelings are familiar to me, even though we've never met before."

"... I'm pretty sure that we're soulmates too, actually. Were you trapped in a stasis spell or killed for five hundred years and change before either resurrecting, reincarnating or breaking free of the spell? I couldn't... I couldn't sense you at all for that time and I..." Reaper shuddered a little. He'd despaired of ever meeting the other. That his soulmate had been mortal and worse yet, born in a different world and that they had lived and died before he'd ever had a chance to meet them.

"I... I was trapped in a stasis spell for a very long time. I didn't realize it was five hundred years. I've recently broken free. It's... I... I'm so glad to meet you, finally. Do... Do you mind if I hug you?" Dream asked, voice trembling a little as the other reaches out for him.

Reaper nods, scooping the smaller immortal up and hugging him close, lightly resting his chin on the top of the other's skull. "I'd... I'd very much like to hug you... I'm sure that there's a lot of shit that both of us have to talk about - complicated backstories and whatnot... But for now... I think just holding one another sounds good... What about you?"

Some of the worry and fear that he could sense within Dream ebbed away, replaced with hope and joy as the other murmured into his chest "I... That sounds like a really good idea to me... Thank... Thank you... Reaper."

"You're welcome, Dream." Reaper murmured quietly, hugging them tightly. Come what may, and regardless of any metaphorical or literal skeletons hidden in each of their closets, they had one another, and they'd found one another. That alone was enough for Reaper as he presses a gentle kiss to the top of the other's skull, hope and a small whisper of affection blooming in his chest as he looks down at Dream.

~~~~

Dream has existed for several days when they finally fall asleep for the first time, one warm evening, snuggled into their twin, leaning against what remained of the one who had created them, and what they had been created to protect. They found themself in a beautiful garden - with plants of many kinds that they had never actually seen before - with beautiful blossoms that as they rushed over to smell, found that they could neither touch nor smell.

This was terribly confusing to the young guardian, who tried to grab the flower, their fingers again going through the petals as if either they or the flower didn't exist. They hear two people speaking "telling you Tori, I don't have a soulmate. I've never once dreamed of them, and I've never seen them, if they've dreamed." said one voice, gruff and slightly frustrated and sad.

"Perhaps your soulmate simply hasn't been born or created yet? You mustn't give up hope, dear friend." a second voice said, comforting and gentle.

Dream makes their way over to the pair of voices, continuing to walk through the garden, seeing plants and hearing... Birds? That's what the information in their head from the previous guardian informed them that the strange but pleasing noises were coming from. "Uhm... Hello? Do you know where we are?" They call out, looking up at the tall, fuzzy person and the tall, bone person who looked similar to themself and Nightmare, though the big bone person had on a really cool black cloak. They had seen trees... But none of them remotely resembled the tree that they were meant to protect and live beneath.

"...How did you get in here? You're not supposed to be in here. This place is a sacred place." The tall bone person demanded, a growl in their voice.

Dream shrugged, not the least bit intimidated by the growls "I dunno how I got here.. I fell asleep next to Nighty an' I woke up a little while ago that way." Dream responded, pointing in the direction of the place that they had found themself in "I dunno how I got here... Why can't I touch anything? Who are you? Where are we?"

The furry person paused for a couple of moments before asking "... Do you see someone, Sans?"

"Yeah, there's this little kid like three feet from us. Can't... Can't you see them too? They're right there." The big bone person responded, pointing directly where Dream was standing "You're in Life's Sanctuary, kiddo. I'm-"

The goat person abruptly cut in "This is Sans, and my name is Toriel, young one. You and Sans are soulmates. you are currently dreaming, and you've dreamed your way to your soulmate. I can now see you, but only just. I promise that though Sans may seem kind of scary at first, he is kind and very punny. What's your name, young one?"

"My name is Dream!" The little guardian responded, grinning brightly up at Sans and Toriel, tilting their head a little as they pressed "So when I wake up, will I be back with Nighty and the tree?"

"If that's where you fell asleep, then you should, unless you were moved in your sleep... Why did you fall asleep near a tree?" Sans asked, curious despite the bored and unaffected expression on his face.

"Because me an' Nighty were created there, to protect her!" Dream responded cheerfully. "We are the guardians of the tree of feelings. I'm the guardian of the positive fruits. To make sure that no one eats them..."

"Why would someone want to eat these fruits? What do they do? ... How long have you existed?" Sans asked, moving a bit closer to them, trying to understand why now, of all times, had his soulmate appeared. After waiting what felt like an eternity for them to appear, did they finally show up. Or at least... Make themself known to him.

"The positive fruits represent the hopes and happiness of everyone... if they are eaten, then they don't feel those good feelings anymore." Dream explained with a worried frown "So I gotta protect them! And I've been around for..." They stare down at their fingers "Three days! The previous guardian - who was killed by a human - was dying and made me an' Nightmare! Night guards the negative fruits. They stay balanced so that peoples' feelings are balanced. You are the first people, part from Nighty, Who I've ever seen or talked to."

Toriel spoke up, murmuring quietly "You... You're quite big for three days old... And you can speak quite well..."

"Well, yeah. That's because our creator made our bodies so that they were adult-sized, or mostly adult-sized. An' gave us lots of information so that we would know things an' be able to guard the tree!" Dream responds happily, beaming up at the both of them. "... Why are you two upset? We haven't met any mortals yet... Part from you two right now, but you're not where I am, an' I don't think all mortals are bad... And the mortal who killed the previous guardian is dead because mama killed him."

"Err... Dream. Neither of us is mortal, either." Sans spoke up. He pauses for a moment before forging on ahead "Tori here is the goddess of Life... and I'm the god of Death." He hadn't heard of the tree of feelings, but then again... There were things about the universe that he didn't know about. He'd have to talk to dad, as he was pretty sure that this little one along with their twin were little godlings, perhaps born somewhere within the mortal realm and they needed to be found and trained properly in the use of their power... Why hadn't he been informed of something that was so important? He glances at Tori, dozens of questions on the tip of his tongue, but nothing that he wanted to ask, lest he confuse the very new godling in front of him.

"Ohhh... Cool! I didn't know that gods exist! That's really cool." The little guardian murmured, beaming eagerly up at the both of them. Dream pauses for a moment, blinking as they turn, hearing Nightmare call out for him "I think... I think I'm going to wake up soon. It's really nice to meet you for the first time, Sans! I hope to talk to you again soon." With that, the little guardian vanished into nothingness.

"... Tori, why wasn't I informed about this tree of feelings? Is it protected somewhere within the realm of the gods? Or is it rooted in the mortal realm because the tree affects both mortals and the gods?" Reaper asked, glancing at Life, trying to read her responses.

"I... I honestly have never heard of such a tree, but I cannot think that little one was lying to us. Their words had the ring of truth... Or at least, they believe what they've been told to be the truth, at least." Life responded, frowning a little "Perhaps it is something very old, that I have forgotten..."

"I'll speak with Gaster and Alphys. If there was anyone who could tell me about this tree of feelings, it would be one or the both of them." Reaper murmured, determined to find his soulmate and meet them in person - at least once. The little one hadn't seemed to be the least bit afraid or nervous of him... But the other was so new to the world, it made sense as to why they wouldn't flinch at the sight of death... Nor fall down in worship of Life.

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Alphys had no idea what he was talking about when he had spoken of the tree of feelings. Gaster had frowned, pausing for a couple of moments before murmuring quietly "Such a tree would be well known, if it was native to this universe, Sans. I believe that your soulmate is from an entirely different universe, Sans. There are multiple universes, but it will take time and research for me to figure out how pan-dimensional travel is feasible... You will need to content yourself with dreaming visions of them and they of you until then, Sans. But I am glad to hear that you have met your soulmate, in some capacity at least."

Reaper nodded, sighing in frustration. Of course his soulmate had to be from an entirely different universe. His luck could never grant him something as easy as a soulmate who he could immediately reach out too... Although he did feel terribly unsure as to just what might happen if the two of them were able to actually interact with one another in reality... Dream was so very young, it was almost certain that they were platonic soulmates. which suited him just fine but... What happened if the other tried to embrace him? Would the other dust at his touch? "I... alright. Keep me informed. Thanks, G."

"Mmm... And I would like to remind you, sans, that by mortal reckoning, you are a little over ten years old, although gods do not age as mortals do, and you have always had an old soul. From what you told me of your soulmate... This young guardian seems much the same." Gaster pointed out, a small and knowing smile appearing on his face. He hadn't expected the other's soulmate to be so far afield... But he had hoped that the other did have a soulmate, as neither of his creations were lifeless creatures, even as many of the gods hissed and glared, muttering irritably at the necessity of such beings.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. It just... Feels weird. I have a soulmate... But I... I'm glad to have finally met them in some way... and that they haven't been hiding from me because of what I was created to be..." Reaper murmured, hope and uncertainty lingering in his mind. Perhaps the other didn't mind his presence now... But later? Reaper mentally shook himself. There was no need to dwell on what-ifs and might be’s. What would happen, would happen. He had a chance to get to know his soulmate, which was more than what a decent chance that Mortals got. "But hey. I'm sure I'll win him over with my punderful sense of humor. Then again, he's so sweet and I've just got this killer sense of humor. They... he? Might not take to it so well, given how saccharine sweet he is."

"have courage, Sans. Your soulmate is yours, and they yours for a reason." Gaster murmured "I cannort say for what reason the fate have bound the two of you together, but it is a rare and precious gift to be able to meet your soulmate, even amongst the gods."

"I... I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Gaster." Reaper murmured, heading off to go find Paps - who would absolutely want to know that he'd met his soulmate. A small smile lingered on his face - perhaps Paps had met his soulmate today as well? He's pretty sure that he’d hear all about it if that were true.

~~~~~~

Dream was very glad that they wore gloves at this particular moment in time. As otherwise they would have to find a way to hide what was on their palm. Ink had dragged him into this strange place - the... Omega? Timeline? where there were dozens of different versions of the same monster, from many different AUs and timelines. Amongst the goat monsters, occasional humans, buny monsters, Migosp, Aaron, Temmie and Papyri... There were also... Sanses. LIke the Stylized black and blue S that had been carved into the middle of their palm since they had first acquired a body, centuries ago.

Their soulmate was very likely named... Sans. Any one of the sanses he was currently watching talk, fight and argue with one another could be their soulmate... Or none of them were their soulmate, and the Sans whose S this was, was someone else entirely. They lightly tugged up their glove a little higher, trying to decide how best to bring about the end of a brawl that was going on between an Underfell, Swapfell and Fellswap trio of Sanses - especially as a couple of Undynes were headed over, Papyri from similar timelines hot on their heels and it looked like it was going to turn into a huge mess of negativity and pain and they really didn't want that to happen.

They clear their nonexistent throat as they call out, pulsing their magic in order to increase the warm and happy feelings that the assembled and brawling monsters were feeling, lowering the amount of aggression, fear, and uncertainty in the same flare of magic "Hello... Excuse me... But why are you fighting?"

Every eye light focused on them, but Dream stood their ground. They were fairly sure that they could handle this many rowdy mortals. And they could see Blue hovering nearby, prodding at a snickering Ink, possibly to come help keep the peace.

"This asshole stole my chocolate! I want it back... Who the hell are you? You some sorta swap with a fixation on yellow?" The Underfell sans huffed, glaring a little at them, pointing at the swapfell sans accusatory "... I'm called Red, if you didn't know."

"It's nice to meet you Red. My name is Dream." They respond, a small smile appearing on their face. They turn to look at the swapfell.

"The hell it is! I bought this chocolate three days ago, and you're the one who took it from me! You cheated at the sparring match that you made me lose, so I took it back. I'm called Viper." The swapfell huffed, glaring at Red as he tried to keep the chocolate out of Red's hands.

The fellswap Sans growled "That's where they're both lying. These two stole the chocolate from me, and I want it back! I haven't seen a Swap Sans variant who looks quite like you.. are you from a storyswap where you're the king or queen of the underground, given the circlet on your head?"

Dream frowns a little in confusion, wondering what the other meant by that "No, I... I'm not a swap sans. My name is Dream. I don't know if my AU has a name, but I've never... Monsters weren't... But that's not the point of this... I propose that the three of you split the chocolate evenly between the three of you, that way, each of you has some chocolate... Regardless of whose chocolate it might have once been... Besides, isn't there a chocolatier down the street? You could each purchase as much chocolate as you wish from there."

the trio of Fell variants stared at him "I... Fine. Splitting the chocolate sounds reasonable. What do you mean your AU doesn't have a name? Unless you're from an unfinished world, yours has gotta have a name... And are you implying that you're from a surface AU? Are there humans aboveground in your world?" Red demanded, equal parts curious and annoyed at having to share his chocolate. But if it got Viper and Blackberry off of his back, he'd take it. "Ink... HEY INK! What's Dream Sans's AU called?"

"Oh... I'm not... A sans..." Dream murmured quietly. Viper glanced at him quizzically, but no one else had heard them say that.

Ink laughed merrily "Pfhahahaaha! I wish I knew. I found Dream wandering around a littletale, completely out of place and terribly confused. He can travel AUs whenever he wants to, without my help. Also He prefers to be called Dream, rather than Dream Sans. I dunno why."

the answer to that was relatively simple. Dream wasn't a sans. He did inhabit a skeletal body -the body of a swap sans that had been created by the previous guardian of the tree of feelings... But he had not been born, nor created inhabiting this body and thus could not truly be called a sans. Not that they felt any desire, nor the inclination to actually explain this, as they had a feeling that the others might not react all that well to learning about that... Not that they had spoken to Ink and Blue - with whom they had been traveling for some time now - about anything in regards to their past... Everything was just too fresh and painful to begin to think about, much less speak to another about.

"Heya, Ink. Is there a reason why you invited me here? It's not as if there are another one of those parties going on at the moment - though, with those three, I'd not be surprised if you've got a proper death on your hands soon." A low, amused sounding voice called out from behind Dream. all three of the fell based Sanses froze and drew back a little, wariness and uncertainty flashing across their faces.

Dream turns to face this newcomer, a small smile appearing on their face "Hello. My name is Dream. What's yours?"

"... Dream, huh? Like half of the people here, my name is Sans... but I have several nicknames. My favorites are "Augh no, not you!" as well as Reaper and Death. In my AU, I'm one of the two gods of death, along with my brother, Papyrus. You have been sorely missed over the past few centuries that you've been trapped in a stasis spell."Reaper called out, a small smirk appearing on his face "I had wondered what had happened when your soul mark had changed color for centuries, and was hopeful when it changed back to the color it used to be."

"I... You.. we're... Soulmates?" Dream managed out, eye lights bright and wide as they tried to process the huge download of information that had been thrown at them, a giddy grin appearing on their face, their eye lights turning into stars "I... I'm so glad to hear that we are soulmates. It's wonderful to meet you, Sans... Unless you prefer one of the nicknames that you gave me?"

"Eh, as long as you don't call me a curse, I don't care what you refer to me as," Reaper responded with a small smile. He didn't extend a hand... He did hope that his touch wouldn't kill the guardian of positivity... But he had no reason nor the inclination to even attempt to try. Not unless Dream attempted to initiate contact with him first.

Dream hummed, looking at Reaper curiously "I think I'll refer to you as reaper, at least while we are around other sanses, to reduce confusion... Do you have time for us to speak one on one?"

Reaper shrugged "Eh. If the people in my AU - the other gods at least - had it their way, I'd never stop working... But reaping souls endlessly gets really... Dreary. I've got plenty of time to get to know you."

Dream nods, a small smile appearing on their face as they walked over to reaper, taking off their right glove, turning their right palm so that the stylized S could be seen by the other, offering it out for the other to shake. "Alright.. Have you ever been to an OverHaven? They are beautiful places."

Reaper hesitates, showing the gold and blue D on his right palm, reaching cautiously towards him and the two of them shook hands, their magics sparking a little and shifting. "Can't say that I have. I don't tend to travel the multiverse all that much, although it does sound nice."

Dream nods, beaming happily as they open a portal to Overhaven 36, to a point where there should be no mortals around for miles. "Alright. I've opened the portal to what should be a secluded glade."

Reaper nods, smiling a little, though a bit uncertain as he nodded, stepping up to the portal, a hopeful expression appearing on his face. So far, his soulmate wasn't the least bit afraid of him. That was a good thing, though that might partially be due to the trauma they were likely still processing, as Reaper could read souls and was... Well aware of the secrets that the other was hiding from everyone in regards to their past. He steps on through, making sure to float a few inches above the grass, to avoid killing anything. "I... Oh..." The vibrant colors of the flowers seemed to glow in the early dawn light, the dew glistening brightly on the grass, his breath leaving him in a pale white, misty cloud. A goofy grin appeared on his face "This... This is incredible..." He murmured to Dream.

Dream nods, beaming happily and hugging him tightly around the middle from behind "I... I'm so glad to finally meet you, and I hope that we'll be able to get along."

"I hope that we get along as we get to know one another better as well..." Reaper murmured, shifting in Dream's grip so that he could give them a hug, a goofy smile appearing on his face. He'd heard muttering for the longest time from the other gods that he didn't have a soulmate - or that they had died. He had hoped that the latter wasn't true, well aware that the former was false... And now... Here Dream was... In his arms, unafraid and curious about him, even. This was a start for both of them, and one that he was determined not to squander or waste.

#major character death cw #dream sans #reaper sans #reaperdream #aftertale sans #ink sans #swap sans #underfell sans #rt papyrus #rt gaster #sf sans #fs sans

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xeno-bot · 5 years

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Day 2 I remembered today, so I think that’s a good sign. My dear, sweet life partner suggested that I draw Papyrus, but then they also suggested that he should also be disco dancing. Despite the fact that he’s my favorite character from Undertale, I’ve never actually drawn him before, and I don’t have a lot of practice with movement/poses, so this was really fun. I also drew a practice Papyrus, which is the second one, because I really like how his unused ‘confused’ sprite looks, and I thought using it as a refference would be a nice way to learn how to draw him properly.(If you’d like to see the sprite, it’s on the undertale wiki here: https://undertale.fandom.com/wiki/Papyrus .) Anyway, that’s all I had for tonight. I’ll post again tomorrow. Still don’t know what I’m doing, though.

#undertale #undertale fanart #traditional drawing #drawing #daily drawing #papyrus #undertale papyrus #art #art tag #i also love skeletons so im definately taking any chance i can get to draw them without flooding my tumblr with hundreds of skeletons

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onelinemanytimes · 7 years

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Holy cow that’s a lot of stuff about Fresh.

So, I see you know that Fresh exists. A lot of people have a lot of ideas about Fresh, and while some are delightful, some just don’t make any sense. I’m here to unofficially address some of the things I see about his character that I wish I didn't, so buckle up folks, this is gonna be a long post.

PLEASE NOTE that I am NOT CQ. Never have been, never will be(?), and despite my best efforts I don't know everything about Fresh. To be honest, there are aspects that I'll headcanon the heck out of, especially in regards to his magic and how possession works and what have you, but I try to make sure it makes sense with what I DO know- some of it's probably wrong. I accept that. BUT YA BETTER BELIEVE THAT I'VE DONE MY RESEARCH ON WHATEVER'S AVAILABLE.

Alright, so, first things first that I see a lot.

"Fresh Sans i-"

Wrong, already you're off. If you try to sell UnderFresh/FreshTale to me as canon, I will unfortunately dunk you faster than Sans when you spare him. Let me make this very clear: A TRUE FRESHTALE DOES NOT EXIST.

Now, don't get me wrong- FreshTale can exist if you want! If you want a Universe of 90's hip-hop style, lingo and bad choices then go for it. This Is Not Fresh. There is no Fresh Sans- that's Sans Undertale, who happens to be Fresh's current host. Fresh has fortunately claimed a different, taller (not Papyrus) skeleton in the world of Lucidia, So not even his host is Sans anymore. If you're talking about the canon Fresh, do not say Fresh Sans/Undyne/anyone else from Undertale. Just say Fresh! Or maybe Fresh in a X host. That works too.

Keep in mind, Fresh has no universe, not really. He doesn’t come from anywhere, he exists outside of that kind of logic. It’s just him- and, well, another one that we the people made. A better version. That’s some complicated deep stuff though and trying to get into all of THAT takes a lot more background. Suffice to say, Fresh is the only Fresh, and while he can produce more parasites Asexually, he’s the only him.

“Ok, fine. Fresh is a parasite, but he can still like/dislike/care about/ect. X.”

Wrong again! People seem to think Fresh likes things- unfortunately, that’s really hard to do when YOU CAN’T FEEL AT ALL. That’s right y’all. Fresh, contrary to what people believe, doesn’t care about you, your family, your money, nope. If he could be argued to care about anything, that’s HIMSELF. Because he wants to live. He may, by extension, prefer hosts with more magic to feed off of (More food! Yay! More living!), or that are less conspicuous (I dare you to count the number of Sans that exist. Bet you can’t. It’s infinite. What’s one Sans out of eleventy-badjillion.), but really as long as you’ll keep him alive and well, you’ll do.

However, while Fresh cannot feel and cannot truly understand emotion in his basic, vanilla form, he knows what fear is like. It’s the fear of Death that keeps him going after all- why would survival matter if he didn’t care whether or not he died? It wouldn’t, honestly. There’s an extension to this fear as well- the fear of being replaced, especially by… well, himself. He knows that we, the people controlling everything, exist. He also knows that on a whim, we could end him in moments, or replace him with a better, more entertaining version of himself.

I think we can cut him a bit of slack in that regard. Survival is dependent on Fear- the whole fight or flight thing, knowing when a situation is dangerous, knowing when something will probably hurt or be a bad idea, that’s a fear thing. If Fresh is going to be a sentient being he’s gonna feel at least a little fear in his life. Although, for a while there, fear was a hard thing to make him feel, because he was pretty sure he was simply better than everyone else. He probably hadn’t experienced much in the way of losing a fight, both when it comes to controlling hosts or magic V magic fights with mad people.

I’ll elaborate on how much fun an emotional fresh is after a few more points. Now:

“Fresh is weak, or a joke.”

You make me laugh, pretend speaker of unfortunately wrong statements. It seems you have been fooled by Fresh’s Persona- his gaudy, 90s, friendly, weak persona. I hope you never meet Fresh in real life, because you’d be foolishly drawn into a sense of security by the fact that Fresh acts the fool. Please, take notice: HE ACTS. the fool.

Fresh is absolutely, definitely, not a fool. He doesn’t understand emotion, he doesn’t have emotion, but he is VERY smart. Being smart is a very good way to survive.

So then why is he outwardly ridiculous so much? It’s apparently not because he feels like people should be nice and good and happy, according to me, so what’s the deal? I ask you to consider the situation: You’re at a bus stop and there’s someone waiting there. They show no emotional cues, stare straight into your eyes, and hardly move. Their voice is flat and as far as you can tell they have no interests, besides possibly kidnapping you for who-knows what. Hmm… sounds like someone… I don’t want to be around……

Now consider instead, you go to the bus stop and see a happy, colorful figure standing there having a very animated conversation with someone else. His sense of fashion may be a few decades late, as well as his speech patterns, but he’s so much more approachable! Look at him, smiling and shooting you fingerguns and talking about the new furbies he’s gotten- very rare angel furby apparently, he’s in love already- you’d be much more willing to be his friend!

Fresh want’s friends. Not because he’s lonely, but because they’re easy to use. Friends are more willing to protect you if someone else attacks you. Friends are more willing to believe your side of the story, and put up with a few little quirks now and then. Friends make very, very good hosts. If you aren’t expecting it, there’s no way you’re going to be able to get away from Fresh if he’s got you where he wants you, somewhere private where there’s no one to see him take you, no one to save you, not even a chance to scream…

Being friendly is the key to survival. Of course he’s going to act the fool. NEVER underestimate Fresh. He’s counting on it. He will use you if you give him the chance because he simply doesn’t care.

I do have a quick note though! One thing that I headcanon a bit is that when he gives advice he really does mean it. Don’t Do Drugs! Be a nice person! Stay Hydrated Kids! He probably legitimately wants you to do these things. After all, if you’re taking care of yourself, you’ll make a much better host! Drugs cause all kinds of problems- If the host body has an addiction, Fresh has to deal with all the physical withdrawal symptoms because guess what, if something’s wrong with your body, it’s going to have to be dealt with when Fresh controls you. Broken legs? Not a great host. Easily sick? Not preferable. Trying to get over an addiction? What a hassle. Stay healthy so Fresh can have a nice functional host when he gets to you, ok?

“Fresh is still a good person though! He can’t help being a parasite, that doesn’t mean he can’t be convinced to be better!”

You sound like a Papyrus! Sorry but I hope you also never meet Fresh. You’d also probably die. Heck I’d probably die if I met Fresh. He’s really dangerous y’all.

Here are some possible side effects of emotionlessness!

A: You don’t care.

B: You don’t care.

C: You really, really DON’T CARE.

...really hard concept, I know. Of course, not everyone thinks extensively on what exactly “not caring” means for you, so I’ll give you a run down! I ask that you think a bit about Flowey as well. Flowey lost emotions after having them and became a bad person. Fresh started with nothing and had no morals. Now let’s see what that might do to you!

First of all, this means that you don’t care about other people. Their problems, and most importantly, their life, does not matter to you. If Fresh is helping you with something there’s probably going to be something in it for him too. Now, because Fresh doesn’t care about your life, nothing that happens to you matters! Depressed? Oh well! In pain? Not his problem, unless it starts interfering with your usefulness!

He knows he’s more powerful than you. If you’re his host, you are completely at his mercy- his non existent, parasitic mercy. If Fresh thinks he needs to prove a point, he’s not afraid to. By any means necessary. Does that mean torture? Does that mean making you watch as he ruins your life? Does that mean possessing you more than once because you wouldn’t keep your stupid mouth shut? Ok. If it works, why wouldn’t he do those things? And, even more than that, if it’s more efficient, why wouldn’t he decide to just cut straight to the point? It’s not like YOU can do anything about it. You’re basically a dead man walking.

It doesn’t stop there though. This is stepping a bit more into the shady waters of “maybe” as far as fresh’s character goes, but it’s been mentioned once or twice. Fresh knows that he’s better than you (as evidenced by the fact that you can’t exactly stop him when you’re the host), and honestly? He knows he can get away with a lot. He Canonically infected hundred of people for what amounted to nothing more than “because I can.” THAT’S Fresh. That’s just one example. He knows what he’s able to do, and why not do that as long as it’s not putting him in danger?

You’ll see him pushing the boundaries a lot- him an error have some sort of weird relationship that we’re not really sure about, but considering just how uncomfortable ERROR is about Fresh, that’s kinda a sign that “maybe there’s something wrong here.” Error has destroyed entire universes (at the very least, he has when he was still Sans. All we know about lucidia Error is that he’s dressed like a freakin’ hobo.), and he’s been shown as having a great distrust and dislike when it comes to Fresh.

Error happens to be lucky though. His Soul glitching out could potentially cut True Fresh in half and that’s not something Fresh is particularly into, so the chances of Error ever getting possesed are nearly zero. We’ll just have to see what CQ has in mind.

“You keep talking about True Fresh, is that different from Fresh somehow?”

No, True Fresh and Fresh are the same person. When I say Fresh, I’m implying Fresh when he’s in a host and actually able to talk and do things. True Fresh is the actual parasite that is Fresh. The vaguely Starfish-slug-eyeball hybrid that crawls around infecting people and ruining everyone’s life. That’s what I mean when I say True Fresh.

Right now, True Fresh’s physical capacities are a bit vague? We know that hostless, True Fresh is very very weak. One good stomp on his eye would put him out of commision forever, and he’s not exactly very durable. Beyond that, I’m not entirely sure about the details? I’ve asked questions before about some things and have some solid answers- such as the fact that True Fresh can’t talk (but he screeches! Fun!) and can’t drown, but as far as things like physical strength and whether or not he emits slime… I have no idea. I’d like to think he’s a bit slimey and able to climb up stuff because it’s sticky, but I don’t know for sure so don’t ask me.

In short: Imagine four slugs that are purple. Connect them all together with their faces touching, like a starfish. Now give it a big eye right in the middle that’s also kinda a mouth with pointly lil’ teeth. That’s True Fresh. Probably about the size of a fist. I don’t think a specific size has ever been given. All I know is that they’re definitely small enough to fit uncomfortably into someone’s mouth, but not small or flexible enough to get in anywhere else unless you have a reasonably sized open wound.

*Side note, his teeth!! I’ve seen a few interpretations as to how placement is, but it’s the cutest part. Smol pointy teeth pokin’ out ready for the chompin!! It would be cute if it wasn’t terrifying.

“But I’ve seen emotional Fresh things from people with the CQ seal of approval! What does it mean??”

Nyeh heh heh, my homie, this is a fun topic right here. What your talking about is a variation on the vanilla fresh where he gains emotions- AND BOY IS IT FUN! You see, because Fresh started out emotionless, He’s basically started out at 0. Maybe 1, if he’s got fear going for him.

Now go from 1 ALL THE WAY TO INFINITY.

Or, alternatively, a general build up of emotions that he may not even notice at first until “Oh my gosh what am I doing this doesn’t make sense why I’m I getting so irrational about this thing”

That’s insane! He felt nothing before then! That’s like giving a college professor the emotional disposition of a 5 year old! IT’S A MESS! But a fun, wonderful to explore mess.

Especially if Fresh had the opportunity to do some real bad things before he got emotions.

Everything is a big deal for a while! That furby you had before you even really cared about it? It’s never going to leave your ownership. The person you were trying to befriend so you’d have an easy host for later? Crap. You, accidentally legitimately befriended them and now you can’t bring yourself to do it, even though it’s putting you at risk. That time someone made fun of the way you looked, and they took it too far, and maybe you were having a bad day? Guess what kind of hell they’re about to get.

The thing is, the way Fresh ends up depends entirely on what he did pre-emotion, and how he got his emotions. I’d like to bring up @alainaprana ‘s Kid Fresh- AND PLEASE NOTE! KID FRESH IS NOT TRUE FRESH! THEY ARE TWO SEPARATE PEOPLE WITH SEPARATE STORIES AND SEPARATE EXPERIENCES! However, this is an easy way to make my point.

Kid Fresh was born emotionless, and lived in a fairly good environment. He was never given the chance to develop any bad habits, living with a supportive family (minus error), and he didn’t have the same problem True Fresh has. Namely, the problem of being a soul-eating parasite that has to kill to continue living. So he got his emotions, and bad things definitely happened! He got sick because of the intensity of everything, and felt way too hard and had it pretty rough for a while! But eventually he grew up to do some pretty great things, being healthy and in a great friendship and generally? Ending up good.

Parasite Fresh, however, has a lot more problems going for him than Kid Fresh. There's a very good reason why Fresh is emotionless, most importantly because empathy is killer to him. He absolutely cannot care about people if he wants to survive in the best possible way he can. For every one person he would befriend that would be another source of magic that he’s not getting. Eventually he’d run out of hosts or his friends would turn on him, and neither one of those outcomes are great. Being emotionless also means you’re less likely to cause a scene, because you don't get worked up about anything! Nothing gets under your skin. Except maybe a death threat from someone who could actually conceivably kill you.

This section is about if Fresh gains emotions though, you know the basic backstory of emotionlessness now. First you have to consider how he got his emotions. Was it gained slowly over time, building itself into existence until it started getting out of his control? That's going to cause problems. I’d like to draw your attention now to @neon--nightmare ‘s Fresh, who is ALSO TECHNICALLY NOT CANON! It’s very good though. Situated in GloomVerse instead of Undertale (or even better, Lucidia) but that’s not too big a problem for our purposes.

This is a Fresh that's been going down the buildup path. He started out exactly like Canon Fresh, but his story took him through The Loveball (essential rp for Fresh’s character) as well as A Meeting with Himself (Also Really important). He knows that if he starts screwing up, we, the people in control, could replace him real easy.

Fresh started out terrified at the least, and for good reason! However, as time passed, there started to be some small things that add up to a lot. One of the most obvious things is his near obsession with Wallis, and not the positive kind of obsession. He’s tried to kill Wallis at least twice, or done things that would end up with him dying, because he's worried about something that Wallis is doing. (Please note that Wallis is still alive partially through plot armor, but I mean, because we already know fresh knows we exist you could argue that he might realize Wallis has some sort of protection, but that’s really Meta and personally not what I think neon is going for.)

Wallis, meanwhile? He’s trying to help Fresh, and Fresh can't handle that. WHY would Wallis be helping him? Fresh nearly killed him multiple times- and remember! Life is EVERYTHING to Fresh! If you nearly killed Fresh but let him live you’d better watch your back. But instead of getting a response like that to his literal torture of this GloomVerse Star, he gets… what almost feels like pity? Regret? An honest, true desire to try and HELP Fresh, Because he needs the help.

The implications of that to Fresh are HUGE! Ignore the fact that Fresh is very definitely grieving the loss of a true actual friend (which was also a mistake) at the Loveball, and the fact that Fresh Knows he has to act “right” or risk getting thrown out and simply replaced by us, but the fact that he needs help is a big problem. He was made to be self-sufficient, an uncaring parasite that’s got a fun, although fake, persona. Now instead he’s a stressful mess that breaks down at a pointed mention of ‘them’ and is trying to desperately hide the fact that he's gaining emotions and it’s bad.

Things to consider with the gradual build up though. Has he stopped taking hosts? No, Although considering he took Wallis twice or so he's not exactly being as efficient anymore. Has he stopped being cruel? More the opposite, if anything he’s now more dangerous than ever in that regard, if you happen to push any of his feel buttons and freak him out enough to see you as a risk. He’s really trying to be himself but it’s not working. He had a fixation on Wallis because Wallis was making him feel, and for all his life Feeling = Bad. He can't afford to break and he knows it. Even still, slowly but surely, he’s falling apart.

---- Small intermission! Sorry but that’s a lot so far. Feel free to take a little break, like I am, and think about what you’ve discovered so far. It’s a lot ain’t it. Who knew Fresh was actually a multi-dimensional in depth character with some big problems. (I did. And now hopefully you do.) ----

BACK TO FRESH! Now, I mentioned before, there's another way to give emotions to Fresh, and while it’s less likely it’s just as fun to explore. That’s the method of “Let’s dump all the emotions on Fresh and see what happens.” This method usually happens from some sort of magical interference.

This is that zero to everything I mentioned before. Fresh, with no experience or build up, is suddenly feeling just as much as me or you. That’s a whole lot more than he was feeling before and BOY WOULD THAT BE STRESSFUL. Especially if Fresh got guilt in a more traditional way, like we would feel, instead of a build of emotions.

See, when Fresh builds up to emotions he’s still being Fresh. He’s still possessing and lying and doing his best to keep being himself, which is just unfortunate enough to not be a great person. If you dump all of the emotions on Fresh he has to deal with it immediately. There’s no time to become comfortable with what he's doing. All the sudden he has all this junk on him, a lot of it not even initially dealing with hosting, but once it becomes time for him to move on to someone else? He has to deal with empathy, and guilt.

Empathy is completely, entirely unacceptable. He can't afford to care about what happens to someone else! He can now feel that feeling of “what if someone did this to me” and if he can't rationalize himself out of that emotion he's absolutely screwed. All the sudden everything is different. There are people he cares about, and he knows what he does is Hell to the host. Ever had the life sucked out of you by force while someone else controlled your body and proceeded to ruin your life? It’s bad. Now imagine you have to do that to someone else just to live. Bad times all around.

That's just for emotions in the present. Start bringing up Fresh's past and it can get worse. For example, the fact that he slowly murdered at least a few hundreds of people more likely than not, as well as destroying relationships, and honestly? Some of that you did because you didn't care and you knew you could. Unfortunately, now you do care and you can see how bad that was. Really bad. You're a bad person, and even trying to act like “yourself” drags up SO MANY PROBLEMS. Some therapy may be required. Or a lot of therapy. Take your pick.

“Well, This stuff doesn't matter for me because I’m only interested in sexy times Fresh anyways and that's a different thing *lenny *wink face.”

(TL:DR of this in case it’ll make you uncomfortable, Fresh is a literal Asexual Parasite and doesn't understand Love anyways. Stop.)

Sorry buddy but Fresh can't even do that! Firstly he has no concept of love, so unless you give him emotions there's not going to be any relationship between you two except “possible host” and “probable cause of death.” Any love you would feel for him is unfortunately one sided, sorry Alaina.

Alright, but then you give him emotions and enough time to sort out his complicated junk. Fair enough, then maybe, very very maybe could you have some sort of relationship with Fresh. One that didn't end badly, I mean.

Emotions or not, Fresh has no grasp of sex. It just, doesn't compute. You see, Fresh is an Asexual Parasite in the literal meaning of the word. He produces more parasites all on his own, as much as he wants (or doesn't), without any help from anyone. Even without that, why would Fresh engage in that sort of relationship? There's no point. If he wants to get close to someone being friends is fine and doesn't take as long more often than not. Maybe, Maybe he would go to a bar and find someone to trick into following him away for a quick easy host, but if that happens, sorry, you’re not getting much more than your shirt off in a best case scenario. There's definitely not going to be any action.

Also, consider his persona. Does he look like the sort of person who would do that with someone he was unfamiliar with? No, not really, and remember, he doesn't exactly have the time to cultivate a relationship until it gets to that point. Please also consider that if Fresh can't feel, you aren't getting anything good out of that kind of venture anyways. He's completely inexperienced, and he's not going to understand what’s going on at any level. He just. He can't, he's completely Asexual. He might be a minor except we don't know how long Fresh has been alive, or when exactly he becomes not a kid anymore. It’s all crappy.

It’s just not good. Stop. Fresh has a kiss list, look into getting one of those instead. Still doesn't understand the weight of a kiss but it’s as good as you're canonically getting.

“Wow, that’s a super long post! How do you know so much?”

Because I LOVE FRESH! I too was drawn in by his friendly persona, however, instead of just taking that and assuming that’s all there was, I tried to find out anything I could. I looked through CQ’s blog for anything involving Fresh, I asked questions when I had questions, I went to sources that were fairly trustable, and then I asked more questions. I watched and read and considered his character really really hard because I didn't want to misunderstand him.

Fresh is in a strange state of having not enough information about him posted, and at the same time having all the information you need about him to understand him. We don't know what his true past is, why he exists, what minor goals will be, because in short, that’s spoilers. This is the information that’ll get revealed within Lucidia. And if it doesn't I’m going to eat my fist and then proceeded to ask more questions.

HOWEVER! We know so much about who he is, and if you're careful with it you might even be able to fill in some blanks with reasonable headcanons! We know that he’s emotionless, and already if you just think about that fact you’ve got miles to run with. The fact that he’s a parasite, and what that means as far as morals go. Something that has to kill to live is going to mature differently than we do, and come to different conclusions about the world! Different assumptions, hopes, expectations, experiences! So many things!

So please, I ask you, don’t try to sell me a fresh that’s little more than a bright sk8er boi that uses outdated lingo and happens to be a parasite. Sell me a Parasite trying to fly under the radar the best way it can, by imitating others and playing their cards so that they're always one step ahead, manipulating and hurting others on the down low so that people won’t believe the ones he’s hurt and they'll be willing to follow him into a risky situation. Sell me a clever Fresh, an emotionless Fresh, a Fresh that isn't afraid to get his hands dirty if that’s really the best way to get something done.

Sell me the Real Fresh, not the Fannon.

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Special thanks to @alainaprana and @neon--nightmare for having some fun emotional Fresh things I could use, as well as @feth for being a wealth of information that’s pretty safe. And of course, thank you @loverofpiggies for creating Fresh in the first place. None of this post would exist if Fresh didn't exist, and I’m glad to have been able to find you when I did. PLEASE, IF ANY OF THIS IS INACCURATE, TELL ME! I really do try my best to play him right in stories and ideas and I want to show an accurate depiction of him.

By the way, here are the tags that I had originally written, for your reading pleasure. It's a mess, but I just feel like the raw emotion might be good (even if that's basically the opposite of True Fresh).

Heck, so much heck, how does everyone NOT know this??, Fresh is so interesting and in depth and??, He's more than a 90's infomercial, that's just te persona he sells, YOU'RE ALL BEING FOOLED BY FRESH'S FAKE SELF, HE DOESN'T CARE, HE'S A BAD BOI THAT HAS TO SLOWLY KILL TO LIVE, HECKS, LOOK AT HIS SMILE, HIS HAPPY "PERSONALITY", IT'S FAKE!! ALL OF IT!!, except when it's not because it's an au where he gained emotions, and then it's "oh Lordy what have I done", and crying all the time because boi, he ain't never had any emotions, could you imagine going from zero to INFINITY, BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS, when you drop toast butter-down you say "aww darn :(", FRESH WITH EMOTION, A FREAKIN', FUNERAL FOR THE BREAD, not Really I'm exaggerating, BUT BOIS, Y'ALLS, HIS HEART, "Oh no I- I dropped the bread, I had just spent so much time making that and-, and now it's gone, no one can eat it, it landed butter down now there's a huge mess, CQ comes in to fresh on the ground beside a single piece of bread, please know I'm mostly exaggerating, but just, GOODNESS GRAVY, AND THEN??? CANON FRESH WHERE NO EMOTION???, HAVE YOU SEEN HIM, HIM HIM, NOT SANS UNDERTALE, GOOD LORDY I ALWAYS DIE A BIT WHEN I SEE "UNDERFRESH/FRESHTALE", DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THAT DOESN'T EXIST, THAT'S!!!! NOT A THING!?!!, at least, not in te case of REAL FRESH, you can make an underfresh if you want but it will never be canon, there's no fresh Papyrus, no fresh Flowey, no fresh Undyne, BECAUSE THERE'S NO FRESH SANS, ONLY FRESH, and fresh, oh boy, he's the worst, the best worst, "hey you know I don't really care so how about I just, Do what it takes, or even better, what it doesn't take because it'll be amusing for a while", Fresh doesn't care about you, or your life, or your friends, or your money, nothing, he cares about his own life, that's priority number one y'all, If that means murder? Eating people alive? Lying?, he'll do that, Yeah, His persona he's got going on?, he WANTS YOU to underestimate him., "oh yeah that colorful dude haha what a joke", no one would suspect he's actually, A STARFISH MURDER PARASITE, THAT WILL SLOWLY AND PAINFULLY DRAIN YOUR MAGIC, THEN LEAVE YOU FOR DEAD AT BEST, THAT's RIGHT, AT BEST, I have very few doubts that Fresh would kill previous hosts to cover his tracks if he, felt he had to, "If You end up living and telling people about me someone might actually believe you.", "so you get to die! Yay :D!", please note this is an exaggeration, I'm super hyped up, but STILL, MY POINT!!, IS HERE!!, I'm just gonna make a post, because I have so many words to say, and tags r not enough,

#long post #Fresh #Text #Fresh Parasite #Lucidia #this is really long #Toasty Ramblings

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skeletorific · 7 years

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What soul type(s) do you think the UT,UF, US, and SF bros are most attracted to?

So this is one of my more recent asks and not exactly halloween themed but damn it all @nighttimepixels released SOUL REDACTED (GO PLAY RIGHT NOW) and it got me thinking about soul types so I figured I may as well make those some productive thoughts

Keep in mind this doesn’t mean they would only be attracted to a person of this soul type. Soul types are a broad category and there is a lot of variation of personality within each category. But for each of them I’ve chosen the type that in the most general sense would likely peak their interest

UT!Sans: Oddly enough I kind of struggled with Sans. Maybe it speaks to the versatility of his character but I couldn’t totally see him being innately drawn to any particular SOUL type. However, I think when pressed he tends to be drawn to Justice and Kindness types. Sans deals with too many shades of grey, too many incomprehensible beings and timelines splitting, fracturing, all uniting in a single person that he can only trust. He wants something….simple. Someone who can just live their life. See things in terms of black and white, who can spend time thinking about ways to make others smile. He wants someone he can just come home to at the end of the day, take a nap with, and forget everything making him an old man prematurely.

UT!Papyrus: Personally, I see Papyrus as being drawn to the Perseverance SOUL. This circles back to one simple thing: at heart, Papyrus is a puzzle maker and needs a puzzle solver. He needs someone willing to follow his crazy antics, his complex japes, and his fits of bombast to the very end, so that they can be rewarded with his kind nature and dedication on the other side. In the end, what you need to solve any puzzle is perseverance. You need to be willing to keep chipping away at something until you find the right angle or answer. He has an inherent admiration to anyone who can keep going and going, no matter what deters them, especially when they can do it with a smile on his face. It serves as a good compliment to his hardworking personality while also adding some much needed grounding.

UF!Sans:……..Patience (boos and calls of “self-indulgent!” echo from the audience) Hey, hey! Hear me out. For the record, I debated between this and kindness for a really long time. In fact, I’d go so far as to say he splits about even. He needs a little kindness with his background. But Red, for all his laziness, doesn’t have much patience. When he wants something, he’s not good at letting it come to him. He’ll find shortcuts, tinker, try new angles….or give up. There’s not a lot he holds out for, even most relationships. What he needs is someone willing to wait on him. Who can let him open up at his own pace, accept him as he is and not ask for more than he’s willing to give. Given his temper he’s got a quiet awe for people who are just….able to put up with those around them. Keep calm in the face of overwhelming frustration. It can get a little toxic, with it feeding into his own passivity, but overall it gives him a certain calm he’s been lacking his entire damn life.

UF!Papyrus: Kindness. Again, I went back and forth on swapping the Fell bros traits given that I think they could honestly do with both. But in the case of Boss I feel like Kindness is not only something he’s lacking its something far enough out of his personality range that it has this exotic allure to it. Opposites attract, and all that. Part of it is you’d have to be Mother fucking Theresa to put up with him in the early days. But the other part is that Boss is always fascinated by people who give of themselves for the benefits of others. Its not that he’s never done anything kind, hell, he does a lot that falls under that category, but he’s never been comfortable being open about it. He doesn’t know how to present it without either being kind of a dick about it or a total tsundere. Someone who is just….able be that selfless, to reach out and help others like its their calling…..its his craving and his ideal. He wants to be around that as much as he can. Even if it takes him forever to admit it.

US!Sans: Bravery. One thing dating Blue will never be is boring. His goal is to have as many experiences as he possibly can, and outings with him are not for the faint of heart, considering they encompass everything from cliff jumping to eating roast guinea pigs. Alright moving past stereotypes, Blue is drawn to people with intense courage, people who charge ahead to explore new areas. Because he wants to be right there beside them. Blue wants a partner, a playmate and a sparring partner on some level.

US!Papyrus: For a guy with a laissez-faire attitude towards the truth and hard work, he’s got a weird draw towards Integrity SOULs. Stretch doesn’t really stick to much. He’s got a few basic principles and for the rest, anything goes. He’ll pick what’s convenient, what’s simple, what’s fun. While people with too many FIRM principles can sometimes get on his nerve (*cough* Edge *cough*), its a quality he respects. Stretch has a responsible side, deep down. Mostly towards Blue, but in the end he has an inner moral compass that he’ll rarely, if ever, deviate from, and he appreciates partners who have something similar. How you live your life is up to you, but you should at least be straightforward about it.

SF!Sans: DETERMINATION. Yeah, kind of surprised I got this far without it too. SF!Sans and UF!Papyrus have very similar personalities, but they differ vastly in what they want in a partner. UF!Papyrus wants a yin to his yang, some sweetness to balance out his salt. Black (at least deep down) is more drawn to partners with a will to match his own. Not to say he enjoys being challenged. He wants an ally, not an enemy. But Black appreciates ambition and those with the will to take what they want. Determined SOULs, no matter the cost, will pursue their own wills, and use practically any means to do it. If at all possible he wants to find one with identical goals to his, but if not he is excited to support his partner in their future domination endeavours over their world and their peers.

SF!Papyrus: Justice. Like Stretch, Rus has a pretty strong sense of right and wrong, and his core principle is that people should get what they have coming to them. Out of all the lazybones he’s probably the least Merciful and takes most naturally to his role of judge. Rus is not heartless, and definitely not single minded. Hell, he’s let Sans get away with murder. But he keeps the score. He knows what he owes, and he pays back in full. He in particular appreciates partners who stick up for those who can’t defend themselves. While it stresses the hell out of him to watch, it says something very powerful about his partner. That they are willing to uphold their values and stand by the consequences. He can’t stand someone who takes advantage of helpless things, even if he can’t always do something about it. Unusual for a Fell monster, he’s got honor, and appreciates a partner with the same

#undertale #underfell #underswap #swapfell #sans #papyrus #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #us!sans #us!papyrus #sf!sans #sf!papyrus #soul types #headcanon

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tyranttortoise · 7 years

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*they hate puzzles

*While I’m playing catch-up with the Dating Sim scripts I owe, I thought I’d share something I wrote up several months ago to explore RESETs, Papyrus’s death via Genocide route, and the skelebros’ backstory. It’s actually part of a roleplay post from way back when, where Frisk was struggling with control against Chara, which resulted in the timeline getting LOADed over and over to just before the Papyrus fight... while Sans watched from the sidelines.

*Angst warning.

In all of his fragmented memories from other timelines, Sans only saw happier times ahead, times where his SOUL was drawn to Frisk’s as he followed them throughout the Underground, always watching.. always making sure they were safe. And every time, they had always been so good, so full of Mercy, that he just knew they would never--

[ R E S E T ] And then Sans was hiding behind some trees in the woods, watching his brother stand across from the human they had discovered. A human coming into the Underground? That was hilarious! And Papyrus interacting with the human was pure gold. His brother was so cool, and Sans getting to participate in the japes alongside him had been a surprising amount of fun. The human had loved puzzles, had gone through all of them humoring Papyrus and easily figuring out the solutions. It was only because of this, and watching the human continually Spare every monster from the Ruins to Snowdin, that Sans trusted them across from his brother now. Papyrus was harmless; he would never actually kill anyone, human or not. And this human, so filled with kind words and gentle smiles, would never raise a hand to Papyrus, either. "ARE YOU OFFERING A HUG OF ACCEPTANCE? WOWIE, MY LESSONS ARE ALREADY WORKING!" Sans watched as the human approached, but something.. wasn't right. It felt like he was missing something important. * they hated puzzles. we couldn't get them to cooperate through a single one. "I, PAPYRUS, WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS!" * but that's not right.. no, they loved the puzzles. they even solved them so quickly that i think they may have seen them before.. if that's possible. The human was moving closer, and Sans felt.. conflicted, and then berated himself for that emotion. He was being stupid. He may not have known the human that long, but he was observant and an excellent judge of character. There was no reason-- And then Papyrus's body jerked suddenly, a sound much like a surprised gasp escaping him. In slow motion, his body faded away... crumbling to dust in the snow. Sans stopped. Everything stopped. Papyrus's skull continued to talk, but the words were lost on him. He took a shaky step forward before his legs gave way just outside the treeline where he'd be in view, and he crouched over on his hands and knees, hollow sockets staring blankly ahead. A pleasant breeze went by, leaving a trail of dust across his jacket. * w h y . . . ?

He couldn't be gone. He couldn't.

It wasn't possible.

Sans had watched over his brother since he was just a babybones. For as long as he could remember, it had only been the two of them. He had always tried his best to be a good big brother, to make certain that Papyrus was taken care of before his own needs were met. Thankfully, Sans may have been young back then, but he was clever. He always had some kind of quick money scheme (like the time he gave tours of the Capital City and made up bullshit facts), so he was able to keep his brother relatively well-fed and clothed, even if they had to bounce around from one place to the next as he came up with other scams.

It wasn't until he was able to secure a job in the Lab that their situation was able to become stable, and Sans had done everything in his power to make that possible. By then, Papyrus had nearly been as tall as him. They lived in Hotland for a while, then moved to the outskirts of Waterfall when Papyrus had become enamored with the soft glow of the foliage and the novelty of the Echo Flowers. Sans himself became drawn to the sparkling rocks embedded in the cavern's ceiling, and just like everyone else, he found himself wishing.

Wishing those were real stars.

But everything he had worked for crumbled overnight.

An experiment went too far.

His mentor was lost to the Void.

All attempts to retrieve him proved fruitless.

He moved Papyrus to Snowdin because the town was quaint and it was a chance for his brother's boisterous, Great personality to really shine. By now, Papyrus was fully grown and had a burning desire to join the Royal Guard, ever since he had found out how amazing ("UNDYE IS STRONG, COOL, AND LOVED BY ALL! I CAN ACHIEVE ALL OF THOSE THINGS, TOO! GETTING INTO THE GUARD SHOULD BE NO PROBLEM FOR SOMEONE AS GREAT AS ME!") its Captain was. Sans retained his job at the Lab to support his brother's endeavors, but any joy he had felt with his work had been snuffed out. What was once a passion became mundane, something bothersome. There were no answers to be found, no amazing results to be shared.

Another failed experiment.

And another.

Notes in his basement, blueprints, and a machine that he could never get to work again. Pictures and fragments of notes in his own hurried, cramped scrawl started appearing in the drawer shortly after, ones where he couldn't remember the faces of the monsters or ever writing the contents of the notes. It became clear that there was more going on, that what had meant to be their Salvation was their Undoing instead.

So, he quit.

Sans let his apathy take over and became fueled only by his love for his brother. Papyrus once again became his sole reason for going through the motions, and he took menial jobs and continued with his quick-gold schemes to pay the bills. There were times when he felt as if he had lived the same day over and over again.. and times when he remembered things before they happened. Then, there were the nightmares, the repetitious nightmares that he could never quite remember but gave him a general... uneasy feeling around flowers.

He tried to keep Papyrus away from Echo Flowers after that.

Despite all of this, everything he did was aimed at bolstering his brother's Greatness and generally trying to make sure he had fun, he had friends, he had everything he wanted. It was still pretty much the two of them; nothing else really mattered except Papyrus.

The scent of dust hit him as grit carried by the wind clogged his nasal cavity.

Nothing mattered now.

He couldn't be gone. He couldn't.

[ R E S E T ]

*they loved the puzzles. paps was so happy that a human finally got to use his puzzles. i've never seen him so excited.

Something was wrong. There was panic in his SOUL; he could feel it fluttering restlessly in against his ribs. His thoughts were momentarily disoriented, memories overlapping in a way that felt so wrong.

There was something glinting in the human's hand.

No.. He was wrong.

*they hated puzzles.

[ R E S E T ]

He knew something bad was going to happen.

Sans was hyperventilating just beyond the treeline. The fact that skeletons didn't have to breathe spoke volumes for this particular anxiety attack.

Clutching the front of his white T-shirt, his hand over his SOUL, he doubled over and tried not to vomit magic bile all over the snow. It took him a moment to try to recall why he was so upset, before a name was uttered between clenched teeth, his body tense and voice strained.

"papyrus.."

He lurched forward, his slippers having difficulty finding purchase in the powdered snow. His eyelights fell upon the sight of his brother's body just as it crumbled away, and this time, he finally heard his farewell speech.

"I STILL BELIEVE IN YOU! YOU CAN DO BETTER! EVEN IF YOU DON'T THINK SO!"

As the human retched into the snow, Sans clamped a skeletal hand over his mouth to bite back a wail.

[ R E S E T ]

*they hate puzzles.

He could never connect the dots fast enough to do anything.

Papyrus still believed in them.

Sans got a faint glimpse at a memory--or wishful thinking?--where he had once had the warmth of the sun on his bones and saw the human (*frisk. their name is frisk.) give him a sincere smile that caused such fucking HoPe to well up in his SOUL that he realized his world had expanded beyond just him and Papyrus. He had more to live for now. They had given him a future, and they were good, they were so good, and full of more Mercy than any monster he'd ever met.

Was it all a lie?

[ R E S E T ]

"kid..."

He was wearing the expression of someone who'd watched his own brother die five times. Five. The number of fingers on a human's hand.

Fingers that were curled around a knife.

He made it just past the treeline again before he collapsed onto his hands and knees. His magic prickled to the surface, and one eyelight expanded, casting a vibrant cyan on the pale snow. He should kill them. He should make them suffer.

*even when you ran away, there was a smile on your face.

Glimmering tears rolled down his zygomas, leaving little circular imprints in the snow below him. His fingers clenched into it, and once again, dust hit his face as a breeze swept by.

Could a murderer pretend to be a good person, if they really tried?

"stop.”

[ R E S E T ]

*they only pretended to like the puzzles.

*but they were so nice to papyrus.

Papyrus was dead.

He didn't even try to run forward this time. So many overlaps occurring so rapidly had kept the memory fresh in his mind. Over and over, they'd forced him to watch his brother die. Did they get some kind of sick pleasure out of knocking off his head? Out of breaking his complete trust, spitting on his utter Mercy?

He had once considered them one of his closest friends. They had gained his admiration, his trust, and even a portion of his heart. A little while longer, and they could have reached the same status as his brother--of someone that Sans would do anything for. He had already wanted to protect them, promise or no promise. He had already put his faith in them, and they had broken the Barrier, but..

If that was the case, then why were they still Underground?

And why was Frisk forcing him to watch this, over and over?

He waited, standing numbly in the trees. It was pointless to move; he was just going to end up right back where he started, but with one more nightmare. If this was his life--if this moment was stuck on loop for an eternity--then he would rather be dusted. But not even that was permanent now.

No, that would be too much of a Mercy.

[ R E S E T ]

#undertale imagine #drabble #sans #papyrus #genocide run #papyrus death #resets #an old roleplay post #angst #skelebro backstory headcanons

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crimsonfantrash-blog · 7 years

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Don’t Forget - Sans x Gaster (Human AU)

Chapter Four - Day Off Hangout

When he woke back up, he looked around the living room before checking the time again. Noon. Nothing to do... He went into his contacts. His finger hovered over Gaster's name indecisively. No... It was still a tiny bit too early in the day to bother anyone. He went upstairs into his room, and grabbed some clean clothes before going into the bathroom. He set the clothes down on the edge of the sink, looking in the mirror as he blew some hair out of his face.

After one uncomfortable shower later, he got redressed, and dried his hair off. There. Now he looked... Decent enough. Moving his hair out of his face a little, his co worker's words popped into his head. "You need a haircut."

He moved his hair back to where it belonged. It wasn't like his hair should matter to Gaster, anyways... He huffed. He probably should get a haircut, but he wasn't really ready to put his face even more on display for the world to see how hideous and revolting he looked. He exited the bathroom, going downstairs and sitting on the couch.

After flipping through the three channels they had in the Underground, Sans had drawn the conclusion that there wasn't anything on television to watch. He stood and walked groggily into the kitchen, and did the dishes, despite hating doing anything. He checked the time on his phone. One thirty in the afternoon. The day was young, and he had nothing to do. Great.

His thumb hovered over Gaster's name again. Should he...? Gaster had told him that they worked the same hours, so it wasn't as if Sans would be bothering his co worker. Frowning, Sans pushed the call button and brought the phone up to his ear. Yeah, this would be fine.

The phone rang a few times before Gaster had picked up. The other male cleared his throat. "Hello?"

And there went the courage and came the awkwardness of calling someone you only saw at work on your day off. Sans twirled his hair around his finger nervously. "Uh, hey, G." So far, so good.

"Um, hello, Sans. Why did you call?" Gaster stammered a bit. Jesus, really? "I mean, I obviously don't mind that you called, but I'm curious-"

"Is now not a good time?" Sans asked, feeling slightly bad for having listened to his gut feeling and disturbing Gaster on his day off.

Gaster stammered more, trying to remedy the situation. "N-no, no, it's fine, now is an okay time- in fact, I just finished eating lunch, so the timing is perfect. Because... When people are eating it... It sounds gross over the phone."

Silence for a few moments. "Anyways... I wanted to know if you wanted to maybe hang out with me today? It's fine if you don't wanna, though. It'd probably be pretty boring, cuz I'm not really that exciting of a person." He bit his lip nervously. God, help him...

The scientist blinked. "Oh, uh, sure." He paused. "Um, should I come to your house, or...?"

"I don't really know my way around many parts of the Underground..." Sans replied sheepishly. "I live in Snowdin, just ten or fifteen minutes away from the Ruins. Can you get there?"

"That'll be easy. What house do you live in?" Gaster asked.

"The only house on the main road, Christmas lights outside.". Sans said.

"I will be there." Gaster replied. Silence. They were really bad at this phone call thing.

"Okay, cool. See you then." Sans said.

"See you then."

"Bye."

Click. Sans covered his flushed face. Good God, that was embarrassing...! What was that poor excuse of human interaction?! He groaned into his hands, sliding down the wall. He wanted to disappear. Gosh, Gaster must think he was weird.

When he finally got over his embarrassment, Sans stood back up. Right. He was fine. Gaster couldn't think too badly of him, could he? He shook his head. Why did he even care so much about what Gaster thought? They weren't even friends yet... Or, at least, he wasn't sure if Gaster considered them friends. Sans supposed he did spend about thirty six hours with this other man so far, so maybe they were friends...? He had no way of knowing. Either way, he was determined to be friends with his co worker at some point, considering he was one of the only people he knew, besides his brother, Undyne, and Grillby.

How bad could this be?

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There was a knock at the door, and Sans checked the time. Two thirty. It was probably Gaster. He opened the door, and wasn't at all surprised to see the taller man on the other side of the door, hugging himself. Right, Snowdin was cold... "Hey."

"Hello." Gaster replied. He was shaking. Sans stepped to the side, and Gaster walked in, brushing the snowflakes off his trench coat and the top of his head. "I forgot how cold snow was... We don't have weather like this in New Home."

"You live all the way in New Home?" Sans asked. Gaster nodded.

"Yes, I live close to the castle." He replied. Sans was intrigued.

"What is it like there? I've never gone any further than Hotland."

It's... big, and loud, and expensive. Not really the kind of place for me, but, there isn't much I can do about it." Gaster tugged at the sleeves of his trench coat as he looked around the room. There were toys on the floor, a shoe on the step, a rock covered in sprinkles with googly eyes. Definitely an interesting place...

"Oh." Was all Sans replied with. Neither spoke for a moment. "Um, I could give ya a quick tour of the house, if you want."

"Yes, I would like that." Gaster replied.

"Okay. Uh, this is obviously the living room." Sans said. He pointed to the beat up looking couch; it was beige with yellow and purple flowers. "That's usually where I sleep, even though I have a room." He pointed to a doorway. "That's the kitchen."

"Mhm." Gaster hummed.

"And if you follow me up the steps..." Sans trailed off, walking up the steps as the scientist followed. He was careful to avoid tripping on the shoe. There was a doorway at the top of the stairs. Sans pointed to the door. "This is my little brother's room." He kept walking down the hall, and Gaster kept following. "This is my room." Sans said, pointing to another room. There was a door at the end of the hall. Sans opened it. "And this is the bathroom."

"It's a nice place." Gaster said. In all honesty, he thought it was a bit too small, but it seemed to work for Sans, so it was good enough.

"Eh, home is where the heart is." Sans replied. He walked back downstairs, and Gaster followed. Sans checked the time. Two thirty-five. "My brother is gonna be home from school in about forty-five minutes."

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Gaster had to admit, Scrabble was a fun game. The premise was relatively easy for someone like him who always did the crossword in the newspaper every morning. Hell, he had just finished today's when Sans had called. The door opened, and both Sans and Gaster looked over. A red-head and a tinier kid walked in.

"Brother, I am home from school!" Papyrus looked at the stranger. Whoa. He was tall. "Sans, who is the giant?"

Gaster frowned, and Sans nervously explained. "Uh, bro, this is my co worker."

"Ooooh, so you're the one who gave my big brother a job?" Papyrus asked Gaster.

"Yes, that would be me." Gaster said. He fixed his glasses.

"Thank you!" Papyrus said, grinning. "He needed a job. All he ever does is sit up in his room, making weird noises."

Undyne started laughing, and Sans flushed pink. "Um, bro, how about you and Undyne go upstairs?"

"Okie dokie!!" Papyrus yelled. He dragged a cackling Undyne upstairs into his room. Sans looked at Gaster, who was also flushed pink. Gaster cleared his throat and fixed his glasses again.

"That was more than I needed to know."

"It really isn't what it sounds like." Sans said. "Not, um... Those kinds of noises."

"Well, then, what kind?"

"I don't really wanna talk about it..." Sans replied. He moved his hair so that it was covering his face more.

Gaster placed a few tiles down on the game board. "Your brother looks just like you."

"You think so?" Sans said.

"Yes, I do." He placed a few more tiles. "You're very lucky to have a sibling. Growing up alone gets very boring.”

"Your mother and father never had any other kids?" Sans asked. Gaster seemed to cringe.

"No. I wasn't an only child. Not for the first nine years of my life. My brothers both died in a tragic accident. I survived." Gaster said. He was very quiet. His fingertips rose to trace the scars on his face.

Sans understood he struck a sensitive spot, but he was curious. "Were you the oldest brother?"

"No." Gaster replied. "We were triplets, but I was born last. I was smaller, too." The scientist took his wallet out, and showed Sans a picture. In the picture was a boy with black hair, a blue eye and a green eye in a black tee shirt, and a second boy with medium brown hair and yellow eyes. The third boy was wearing a sweater that went down to his knees. He had dark brown hair, and purple eyes. Gaster pointed to the one with black hair. "This was the oldest. His name was Kozuka."

Sans pointed to the smallest one with purple eyes. "That's you, right?"

"Yes." Gaster said. He pointed to the boy with yellow eyes. "And this was my other brother, Berlin."

"He looks a bit like Pap." Sans said, tilting his head. Gaster looked at the picture. The resemblance between Papyrus and Berlin was... small, but definitely noticeable. "Yes, I suppose he does look like your brother a little." He put the photo back in his wallet.

"Sorry, if I, uh, hit a soft spot. You must miss your brothers."

"Every day. It's okay, though." He paused. "It's your turn. For the game."

Sans took his turn, and they were both down to two tiles with no extras in the bag, so they called it quits. Gaster had won, and Sans put the game away. The Royal Scientist rubbed his eyes, as he thought to himself, and Sans sat back down. "Are you okay, G?"

"Yes, I'm fine." Gaster fibbed. "I'm a bit worked up, but I will be fine."

"Okay..." Sans said. Gaster fixed his glasses, and cleared his throat again. "Is there anything specific you want to do?"

"Do you have any other board games?"

~~~~~~~~~~

"Checkmate."

"Okay, now you're just showing off." Sans said, showing mock offense and sticking his tongue out.

"Hey, it's not my fault you suck at chess." Gaster replied smugly, smiling. Sans shook his head.

"Alright, get it over with." Sans said. Gaster picked up the permanent marker they had been using throughout the night. Every time someone won, they got to draw whatever they wanted on the other person's body.

"Roll your sleeve up." Gaster said.

"Okay." Sans replied. He rolled his sleeve up. As Gaster went to go draw on his colleague's arm, he noticed cut marks on the other male's wrist. He hesitated for a moment before drawing a dick on Sans' arm. "Pfff, real mature, dude." Sans said.

"You're just jealous that I thought to draw a dick, and you didn't." Gaster said.

"Yeah, okay." Sans said. Gaster capped the marker as Sans checked the time. "Holy shit, it's already ten P.M."

Gaster put the marker down. "That late already?" Sans nodded. He sighed. "I should be getting home. I don't feel like walking home after midnight."

Sans nodded a little. "Today was fun." He said as they both stood. The scientist put on his trench coat and braced himself for the cold Snowdin weather.

"It was." Gaster agreed. "We'll have to do this again some time. I had a good time." He smiled a bit at his co worker. Sans held his hand out for Gaster to shake, and Gaster complied.

"Um, this is a bit of an awkward question, but..." Sans bit his lip. "We're friends, right? I'm kinda new to the whole 'making friends' thing. The closest thing I've ever really had to a friend is my brother, so I have no idea how people determine if they're friends or not."

"I'd say if we aren't yet, we're at least getting there." The Royal Scientist replied. "You are a very interesting individual, Sans."

Sans flushed pink, rubbing the back of his neck. "And you're surprisingly lively for such a serious guy."

"Thank you." Gaster said. Sans walked over to the door, and Gaster followed. Sans held the door open for his guest.

"See ya later?"

"See you later." Gaster said. He walked out the door, and looked back at Sans, waving a bit and waking away before he heard the door close. He walked briskly, smiling more than he usually did. Yeah... Sans was definitely worth befriending.

((WOOOOOO another chapter finished))

#sans #gaster #papyrus #undyne #sans x gaster #gaster x sans #sanster #don't forget

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tyranttortoise · 7 years

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I’m collab’ing with @kamiiireru for her Yandere!Frisk doujinshi! Have you guys seen her art? It’s fantastic! I’ve written a scene out and got permission to post it up here, and she’s going to be posting up pages of the doujinshi soon. I most def recommend checking her out! I know I’ll be reblogging things from her in the future.

Some things about this doujinshi/the writing below: * It’s Frans. * Frisk is gendered. * Frisk is 18, and Sans is 21.

If any of that isn’t your cup of tea--cool. Please keep scrolling, and have a delightful day.

This scene is pure, cute fluff before it all goes to hell. Scene’s below the cut. I don’t have a mobile link for you right now.

The stars had always been something so mystical Underground, something Sans had previously only ever seen on the glossy pages of astronomy textbooks. The glimmering stones embedded in the ceiling of the caverns in Waterfall were the closest thing most of the monsters had seen to stars, but those that were old enough to have been around before the War were quick to point out that they paled in comparison to the real deal.

Sans had spent a fair amount of time in Waterfall when both he and his brother were younger, and he had always vowed that one day, they would be able to get to the Surface and see the real stars spread out overhead. It was what he was working toward, after all; it was the driving force behind the experiments and work done in the True Lab, under the direction of the Royal Scientist.

When all of that had gone up in smoke, he had worked so hard to get it back (to get him back), but it was fruitless. He began to lose HoPe--and when the RESETs began happening and the readings went off the charts, Papyrus was the only thing that kept him from Falling Down.

... Although, in some timelines, not even that was enough to stop it.

*i gave up trying to go back a long time ago.

*and getting to the surface doesn’t appeal anymore, either.

“Sans?”

He blinks from his thoughts, his eyelights focusing on the human standing before him, concern clear across her features. Sometimes, she was too perceptive for her own good.

“didn’t mean to space out, kiddo,” he says with a grin and a wink.

The seventh human to fall had been what had given him HoPe again, despite the RESETs--and the fact that a part of him still wondered just how permanent this Surface timeline would be. She had shown herself to be a good person, never harming others, and always keeping a smile on her face when she interacted with the other monsters. No matter the challenge, she had been DETERMINED to get everyone to the Surface, to free all of the monsters.

*you didn’t gain LOVE, but you gained love

He had been her designated protector, stalking her from the shadows and providing hints along the way, spurned on by a promise he had made to a person he had never met.

*’course i knew it was the queen. the name toriel carries a lot of weight.

* not that i agreed because it was a royal request.

Frisk giggles at his pun, knocking her shoulder playfully into his. “The telescope’s all set up, if you want to take a look.”

Sans turns his attention to the telescope perched on the hill. It’s similar to the one he had Underground, one that he kept pointed at the glimmering gems in Waterfall and utilized to pretend to pick out constellations with Papyrus.

Now, he could pick them out for real; he knew the name of every one of them.

“heh, thanks.”

He steps forward and leans down to press his eyesocket to the eyepiece, examining the twinkling stars above. Frisk watches him with a smirk on her face, trying to cover a laugh behind her hand. Sans glances over at the sound, and a circle of ink is clear around his eyesocket. She’s finally gotten him back for his prank in Waterfall.

“something funny?” he asks with a quirked bony brow.

She shakes her head, still trying to hide her smile. “Nope, it’s nothing.”

Instead of prying, Sans just shrugs and resumes looking through the eyepiece. His smile turns so relaxed as he views the stars, one hand gripping the telescope so he can adjust the angle accordingly.

Frisk finds herself blushing softly as she watches him, her hand falling away from her face. Ever since the first time he had extended his hand in friendship and helped her navigate Papyrus’s puzzles--all with a pun or lazy wink--she had been drawn to him. Their friendship had only grown in their time Underground together, and once she had sat across the table from him at the MTT restaurant, her feelings blossomed into a full-on crush. Maybe it was the ambient candlelight flickering across his skull. Or maybe it was the realization that his continued presence hadn’t been coincidence, but him protecting her throughout her travels and watching out for her.

Either way, she was enamored. And she wanted to make her move.

He looks so much happier these days, she thought, yearning to reach out and touch him, to connect with him while he was most at peace. Her fingers began to stretch out toward the sleeve of his hoodie, but he straightened from the telescope before she ever made contact. Blushing harder, Frisk jumps back, looking a bit panicked.

Sans quirks his brow. “something up, kiddo?”

She shakes her head, turning even redder. “I, uh... thought I saw a bug on your jacket!”

He chuckles, seeming to relax. “so nothing sirius, then.”

When she realizes he’s making a star pun, she starts laughing, her nervousness melting away as he chuckles and winks. The eyesocket that winks is the one with the ink ring around it, which only makes her laugh harder.

“ok, i feel like i’m missing something.” He steps closer and pokes her in her side. “spill.”

Frisk twists away, but doesn’t step back. Being this close to him is easy--natural. “Okay, okay,” she acquiesces, her laughter fading as she looks up at him with a smile. He’s got his usual grin plastered on his face, but his expression is fond, his hands shoved in his pockets. Frisk licks the tip of her thumb and then leans in, wiping it against the ridge of his brow. Sans’s eyesockets widen in surprise; he doesn’t know what she’s doing, but suddenly, she’s so close, and his gaze is drawn to her mouth--and the way the tip of her tongue is stuck out in concentration.

A light blue flush brightens his cheekbones.

Frisk only succeeds in smearing the ink, but when she leans back, she shows him the ink now staining her thumb with a sheepish grin. “Payback for the time in Waterfall.”

He seems surprised at first, but then his expression relaxes into his usual grin, his blush diminishing. “heh. it’s inkcredible that you actually pulled one over on me. that takes some serious spine.”

Frisk’s expression brightens, and she pokes him in the chest. “You’re just upset that you didn’t think of it first.”

“maybe, but...” Sans trails off as Frisk moves to sit on the blanket spread across the grassy hill. As soon as she sits, a loud farting noise emits, jarring her. Frisk’s face flushes bright red, while Sans just chuckles and winks. “you should think of the repercushions of your actions. they might leave you winded.”

Frisk pulls the whoopie cushion out from beneath the blanket. “Really Sans?” She’s trying to give him a stern look, but she’s still smiling, a light blush still on her cheeks.

“the ol’ whoopie cushion under the blanket trick,” Sans says, flopping down onto the blanket beside her. Instead of sitting, he’s laid out with his arms pillowed beneath his skull. “it never gets old.”

Frisk flicks the whoopie cushion onto his face, and Sans’s grin never falters. He peels it back to glance at her.

“Okay, so I’ll admit that was good.” She flops onto her back beside Sans, staring up at the stars. “But now I have to come up with something better.”

Sans pushes the whoopie cushion to the side, closing his eyes. “you can try, but you can’t out-prank the master. it takes a lot to catch me off-guard.”

Frisk looks over at him. “Are you saying you knew about the ink on the telescope?”

“who knows.” He shrugs.

*yeah, i saw it all right.

*but i wanted you to have your fun.

Frisk pouts for a moment, staring up at the stars. She knows something that would probably catch him off-guard, but the thought of it brings another blush to her cheeks. His hand is lying at his side now, from where he used it to remove the whoopie cushion from his face. She puts her hand at her side, slowly shifting her fingers toward the edge of his hand. Her fingers are so close, and she gulps, glancing toward his face to see if he notices her plight.

He’s snoring.

Frisk’s mouth opens in horror, and then she looks sad and dejected, before steeling her resolve. She’s nothing if not DETERMINED.

You can do this, Frisk. Just take a deep breath.

In the next moment, she rolls on top of him. Well, her arm is supporting her weight by his shoulder, so only her upper half is technically above him. Sans’s eyesockets are automatically wide open, his eyelights mere pinpricks looking up at her in confusion.

“I thought you said you didn’t get caught off-guard,” she murmurs, her hair falling in her face as she gazes down upon him. Her heart is hammering in her chest.

“you’ll have to do better than this.” He looks more relaxed, but still a little nervous. Or is that a challenge in his tone?

Frisk takes it as one. “Like this?”

And then that, she lowers her head down and presses his lips to her teeth, her eyes shut and a blush across her face. Sans seems completely surprised, his eyesockets still open and a bright blue flush springing back to his face, but after a moment, he relaxes into it, his eyesockets becoming half-lidded. His arm even comes up around her back.

Frisk pulls away, looking embarrassed.

“y-yeah, like that,” Sans manages, before he catches the back of her head and brings her in for another kiss. His phalanges thread into her hair.

Once she pulls back again, both of them are smiling, their faces lightly flushed. Frisk rolls off him just enough so she’s mostly on her side with her head resting on his chest, so that both of them can look up at the stars. ��Sans has one arm still behind his head, while the other arm is wound around her, holding her against him.

“Sans, do you think stars really grant wishes?” Frisk quietly asks.

“why? you got a wish that needs granting?” He quirks a brow, his smile widening. She shakes her head against his chest.

“It’s just--monsters did a lot of wishing in Waterfall. So, I was wondering... if you had any wishes.”

Sans looks surprised for a moment, before shrugging a shoulder, his eyes sliding closed. “nah, that was more of a babybones thing.”

“Oh...” She sounds disappointed. Sans sighs.

“a wish, huh...?” He brings his free hand to his chin in mock contemplation. “hmm...”

*if i could wish for anything...

*i’d wish for there to never be another RESET.

Instead of voicing that, however, Sans just reopens his eyes to find Frisk looking up at him, patiently waiting for his wish. His smile tightens.

He can’t bring himself to say that.

So instead, his brings his hand to the back of her head. “i’d wish to stay just like this, frisk.”

She smiles, seeming relieved. Her head returns to its previous position on his chest.

“Me too, Sans.”

#frans #frisk x sans #female!frisk #yandere route #yandere!frisk #i'm super excited about this doujinshi #because i know what goes down #and it's got me rubbing my hands together in anticipation #and kami does such amazing art

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