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puppy-the-mask · 1 year

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So I've been thinking about Stratum; Alternate Route and I usually think about Ave and the kids but I haven't really expanded on how her loved ones might feel. Like just imagine you’re Rant for a minute, You’re 15 and you’ve lived isolated for the last 2 or so years in a heavily boobytrapped house with only your older brother who only visits sporadically due to his work (who you can’t even leave the house with in case someone sees you two together, for your own safety) and your best friend through those 2 years, a Human who has to leave regularly but has a scheduled visiting routine that you look forward to and rely on- walking with her being one of the only allowances for you to leave the house(Mutt didn’t let him at first but Rant was very convincing and wouldn’t give up- threatening to start telling people he was Mutt’s little brother and other such things until he relented, though he was totally already doing it regardless- he just didn’t feel bad about it after getting Mutt’s approval ^w^).

And then she suddenly stops showing up

Rant Spirals

He’s trapped alone with his thoughts and wonders what he did wrong, if she’s mad at him- even though she seemed normal when she left, maybe something came up? Maybe she’s just late? It gets BAD, days pass, then weeks, then a full month passes until eventually once he’s cried all his tears and screamed his voice raw and is just so utterly exhausted- for the first time he feels resentment for his once best friend- in the second month resentment becomes hatred as he decides that she’s left him. He doesn’t know why but she abandoned him just like he’d feared- part of him whispers it’s his own fault but deep down he just knows It’s All Her Fault. She’s the one that fucked up, leaving him behind is gonna be the worst decision she’s ever made. And he’ll never forgive her for that.

A year passes more lonely than ever, his resentment hardening into a hard shell around his soul that makes it easier to keep others away. He still gets quiet when he remembers that this time of the month is when Ave would stop by but he’s starting to stop noticing- only really feeling the stings of hurt when it hits the month she first left him. Mutt vows to rip her apart for what she’s done to his brother, stealing the vibrancy he used to exude despite the circumstances.

And then a froggit shows up at his doorstep

This Froggit immediately starts questioning him- but when he retreats and lets the traps do their work he finds that- while the first dusted- more take it’s place as his home is invaded by a wave of small froggits, all led by a lone distorted figure. A Froggit on two legs wearing a cloak of black feathers, just like Ave used to wear. And when it finally stands before him, looming over him as he cowers in the corner, it demands that he tell it where it’s sister is. The conversation that ensues Guts Him

Ave has been Missing for the last year and despite Anty looking high and low, sending their froggits to every corner of the underground and the forested mountain above they can’t find her. And now they need help, anything he knows about her whereabouts or any possible leads- or if he’s had her stowed away somewhere running from her responsibilities to her family. Which is what Anty had initially assumed, begrudgingly stating that if she had run anywhere down here, she’d run to him. And boy doesnt that sting? He’d honestly assumed the worst of her and come to find out she hadn’t abandoned him- she’d been taken… She’d Been Taken From Him. the words ring in his head as he numbly stared for a minute- letting it all process as the burning fury he’d felt at her betrayal is suddenly doused in gasoline. All that hatred and rage is now put towards a new purpose, making whoever Dared to steal his best friend away from him Regret They Were Ever Born. He decides that the only way to make up for all the time spent hating her rather than searching he has to be the one to find her. He has to save her or he can never forgive himself, he sometimes wonders what she’s doing at that moment as he falls asleep. He hopes she can sleep well but that same part that before had blamed him for her loss tells him that the longer he spends in bed the more she’s hurt, that at any moment he could lose her forever if she’s not already dead. And a secret third part tries to convince him that she really did run away, that Anty and the rest of her family were abandoned too- who in their right mind would stay underground when they could just walk through the barriers to freedom? It whispers that it’d be so much easier to hate her again than grieve her loss a second time

#Stratum; Alternate Route #Rant(oc)#Purpfell!Sans #casual conversation #Genuinely- Rant is one of my favorite characters to psychoanalyze #there's just so much to him #he's a sweet ball of unhealthy coping mechanisms and i just wanna hold his hand- tenderly smooch the corner of his socket and say #'babygirl you've got issues'#'you are not mentally stable'#it's ok though we can get through this together #he's both relieved when he sees her again but their relationship will never be the same #they've both changed too much #they'll still love each other again- just in new ways that fit them better #and he's also devastated to see the state she's in after Fell's experiments #whenever she starts to open up about what happened to her he literally can't be there for her- he has to leave the room he just can't-#handle it #he knows it's shitty of him- not being there for his best friend after a life changing traumatic event because of his own guilt #but any mention of the labs makes him want to throw up- he feels selfish but Ave assures him it's okay and he can see in her soul she doesn #'t blame him- he can see it hurts a bit but she doesn't blame him which just kinda makes it worse #he wishes she would- he still feels bad about hating her but even if she found out (from Mutt) how he'd felt after her disappearance #she still wouldn't hate him #she's become a much calmer person- compared to what she went through everything else just seems inconsequential. And it's not like Rant had #any way of Knowing what had happened to her- she rationalizes it and just can't bring herself to hate someone she so genuinely loves #memories of him are some of the only things that kept her going- he was one of the things she lived for #Spite may be a powerful tool but without the right motivation what's the point? How is she going to survive to spite the world if there's #nothing in it to drive her to want to keep living?#other than to annoy fell but that gave out a year or so in when the pain outweighed the satisfaction of seeing him annoyed at her continued #existence- she played it up like that was her only source but really she wanted to see her family- she wanted to show the kids how a real #older sibling treated their little brothers- she wanted to live for the people she loved #and she'd be damned if she let anything- especially this cocky ass toothpick- stop her from completing her goals

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keelywolfe · 4 years

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FIC: My Private Happiness ch.2 (baon)

Summary: Dealing with the world's bullshit is exhausting, especially when that bullshit includes Red's bro. Stretch and Edge finally went on a damn date and all Red can hope for now is they don't fuck it up, 'cause he's got his own shit to handle, thanks, lots and lots of handling.

Tags: Kustard, Pre-Spicyhoney, Angst, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Lemon Goodness

Notes:

So now we can see the behind the scenes after Pillars of Creation, Edge and Stretch’s first ’date’.

While those two were feeling there way through their emotions, Sans and Red were feeling their way through a little more literally. 😉

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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Someone was in his house.

Since the boss moved out, Red was gettin’ used to living on his own. Spending his morning kicking his way through trash and balled up socks, and his nights scarfing down fast food, leaving the wrappers to molder behind the sofa in between the days he headed over to his bro’s place to raid the fridge.

Tonight, he was full of Pap’s cooking…no, Edge, it was Edge now. Funny, innit, how easy it was to toss his own name into the trash, but his thoughts still slipped up sometimes when it came to his bro.

Point was, he didn’t have a little brother in his house to trip over anymore or demand he get his ass up and out to his sentry post ‘fore Undyne caught him slackin’. He lived on his own and he fucking well liked it.

So whoever it was that decided hangin’ out in his living room was a good life choice was gonna figure out what a mistake they’d made getting’ up this morning real fast.

Red kicked off his shoes on the doormat that his bro left when he moved out, not looking in the direction of that presence. He yawned, scrubbing an idle hand over his face, then he whipped around and sent out an attack, light on the intent but enough to get someone’s attention right quick. Turned out that any intent was a bad idea and weren’t they lucky-loos that Sans sidestepped the bones easily. Sans was a dick but that didn’t mean Red woulda been happy to bring him home to Papyrus in a jar.

“the fuck you doin’ in my house,” Red growled. The house was plenty warm, he kept the temp higher than when Edge was living here, but he kept his jacket on, shoving his hands into the pockets as he glared at Sans.

Not that it had any effect, course it fucking didn’t. Sans sidesteps dirty looks as easily as attacks, his grin mild and unoffended as he said, “you’re late. s’friday.”

Fuck him if it wasn’t. Friday was when they got together for their weekly review of the local gossips, plus whatever goods they needed to discuss outside of the Embassy’s listening walls, and Red woulda remembered that if it weren’t for the fact that Edge and Stretch were finally taking their first uncertain step towards the fucking that they should’ve been doing for ages now.

Eh, it was more than that, though, wasn’t it. If it were just fucking, Red wouldn’t give a shit. Something about the honey bun, though. Wasn’t real obvious, ‘cept to him and maybe Sans, but if he saw, Sans kept his cards tucked in close to his chest. Could only see it if you knew how to look right and it was kinda nice to take a peek at someone’s soul and see somethin’…nice, for a change. Somethin’ that could be good for his brother, if he could pry his skull out of his pelvis long enough to get ahold of it.

For Sans, all Red had was a one-shouldered shrug. “’bout the only new news i got is that edge and stretch finally went out tonight. my bro only just got home.”

Sans only looked all the more amused, his grin ticking upward on one side as he tucked hands into his hoodie pockets, turning himself into Red’s more saintly mirror image. Course, if anyone took the lack of demon eye lights and sharp teeth as a clue that Sans was on the side of the angels, they deserved what they got.

“sounds like the date didn’t go too bad then, huh?” Sans asked,

“heh. well, they didn’t fuck, if that’s what you were hopin’ for.” If Red were perfectly honest, that probably wasn’t on the table for a while yet. For all their vicious flirting, Edge never did show much of an interest in getting pelvic with anyone so far and Red was kinda hoping that wasn’t a dealbreaker for the honeybun.

“no one was laying odds on that,” Sans snorted. “they goin’ out again?”

“according to my bro’s phone record, they are.” And from what he saw, this time the date was Edge’s choice. Might have to keep an eye on that and make sure he didn’t invite the honey bun over for fucking crosswords or deep-cleaning the carpet, some shit like that. Didn’t have to get pelvic, but shit, Edge would have to do a little better to entertain Stretch. Speakin’ of pelvises… Red licked his teeth and asked, “you wanna talk about my bro’s dating habits or you wanna try somethin’ else? think it’s your turn, sansy.”

Anyone else might’ve tucked tail and ran at that little insinuation. Sans only shrugged and some people would call the gleam in his eye lights sadistic. Red wasn’t one of ‘em, but he still frowned when Sans said, easily, “could do both.”

Yeah, okay, they probably could, if they really fuckin’ had to and Red guessed they did, because he wasn’t about to let Sans win that one even if thinkin’ about his baby bro alongside sex about made his libido crawl back into his soul.

It was the work of minutes to get settled on the sofa, his shorts pulled down to the tops of his femurs and soon enough Sans’s head was bobbing in Red’s lap as he sucked his cock with lazy enthusiasm. Red sighed, setting a hand on the back of Sans’s skull. Not really guiding, just letting him make his way downtown, homeward bound, the magic of his formed mouth slick and his tongue cushiony plush as it wound around the shaft.

“know somethin’? if the honey bun hurts my bro, i’m gonna kill him,” Red said, with enough relish to top one of those cheap-ass hot dogs Sans was so fucking fond of. He couldn’t hold back a gasp as Sans hummed thoughtfully, choking out, “could do it easy. make it look like an accident, no one’d ever guess.”

Sans pulled off, licking his teeth and leaving behind a film of pink. “no, you won’t.”

“you sure?” Red teased. Abruptly, he remembered that Stretch put in an offer to Sans once for something like this. Probably only wanted some friendly touchy-feely, the honey bun leaned towards desperate the first few months after they got here, but it still happened, even if Sans told him no. He tried to pull Sans’s head back down, the cold air on his wet dick wasn’t exactly pleasant, but he resisted.

“course i’m sure.” Sans rolled essentially his entire face before he leaned down and swiped his tongue messily across the head of Red’s dick. “if you were making murder plans, you wouldn’t’ve told me.”

Huh. That made too much sense and Red sank back, disgruntled. “you blowin’ me or not?”

“guess if that’s the only two options, i’ll stick with column a.”

“i got your column right here,” Red grumbled. Sans’s chuckle was reduced to a low groan as Red pushed back between his teeth into the plush softness of his mouth. Hearing it made him itch for more, made him want to shove Sansy off and get him on his knees, tear those shorts off him and see how lazy he was when Red was riding him like a bastard, rutting against him while he choked out those little groans until they went strangled and whining.

But that ain’t the deal, is it.

Red let his head drop back, clenching his own groans back behind his teeth as Sans worked him with that sweet, hot mouth, and let his mind go blank.

He’d done enough thinking for one night.

-fin

#kustard #spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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