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itsladykit · 5 days

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Ship: Edge/Burgerpants (aka Edgepants)

Summary: BP isn't a sweet-piece. He's a janitor. Papyrus picks him anyway.

Explicit version linked above--please read the tags for kinks, etc. Clean version under the cut.

Relevant tags: crack taken seriously, sex work, power imbalance, bad boss MTT, dubcon themes but main pairing is consensual, anti-work BP.

Enjoy.

BP grumbled under his breath, scrubbing at a sticky black stain. “Did someone fuck a squid monster?” he groused, “They could have at least put down a towel—hrk!”

Mettaton swept into the room, stepping directly on BP’s back and forcing his face into the stain. Fur bristling and ears folded back, BP sat up to glare at his boss’ back. Mettaton didn’t even notice—he just clapped his hands together to get the gathered ‘pieces’ attention. “Are all my lovelies here? Yes? Marvelous! We have two very important guests on their way over, and I expect everyone to be especially solicitous.” He smirked, chin lifted. “It’s not every day the Captain visits, and this time, she’s bringing her Lieutenant with her. We’ll be sure to show them a good time, won’t we?”

The gathered sweet-pieces nodded. Technically, they weren’t open yet, but they’d make an exception for the Captain. BP ignored the announcement. He wasn’t a sweet-piece—he was just a janitor, and as soon as this stain was gone, he would be too.

A shadow eclipsed the black stain. He looked up to see Mettaton looming over him, hands on his hips and smile frozen. “And what, exactly, are you doing here?”

His tail curled closer to his thigh as he sat up, ears folded against his scalp. He gestured to the stain. “I’m cleaning. You want the place clean, don’t you?”

Mettaton’s head twitched slightly to the side, and he said through gritted denta, “Finish up. We have customers.”

BP’s fur bristled, and he gestured to the stain. “I’m trying! This is oil or something—it’s not coming out!”

“Then cover it up! I don’t want to see it—or you—in here when our guests arrive.”

With that, he spun around and returned his attention to the gathered ‘pieces, fluffing their hair, adjusting their clothes, or dabbing at their make-up. Not that they needed his fussing. Each and every one of them was coiffed and styled to perfection. Make-up and paint highlighted their best features. Chrome was polished, skin was painted, fur was brushed until it shone, and hair was elegantly styled. They dressed in soothing pastels, each like a perfect flower in Mettaton’s garden.

BP stood up and brushed at his dirty apron, trying not to feel self-conscious of his scruffy fur or his well-worn clothing. If they were the flowers, he was certainly a weed. He desperately wanted to go outside and take a smoke break, but Mettaton would throw a fit—and possibly BP himself—if he did that. So, he just grumbled under his breath as he swept out of the room, determined to find a rug or something to cover the stain.

Once he dug a spare rug out of the closet, he hauled it back to the main room, still grumbling and still itching for a smoke. The ‘pieces were busy arranging themselves for selection. They weren’t so crass as to line up; instead, they seated themselves on settees and couches, gathered as if they spent their days having tea and sharing gossip, rather than trying to quell and calm high-LV monsters. It was a pretty illusion they painted, and he couldn’t help but stop and stare.

He knew that life as a sweet-piece was not nearly as soft and sweet as they pretended—he’d seen terrible things in this line of work, seen their pretty faces smashed and broken, seen Mettaton sigh over a pile of dust and haggle with the killer about the price of replacement—but the fantasy was still compelling. After all, at his low LV he was little more than free EXP anyway, and no one would even bother to sigh over his dust or demand compensation when he died. What would it be like to be one of them? To be considered such a compelling beauty that even the most LV laden monster must hesitate to harm you? To be considered worthy of kindness?

“What are you doing here?” Mettaton squawked, “They’re going to be here any moment—and what is that?!”

Ears flat, BP looked down at the rug. “It’s—the stain won’t come out, so I got this to cover it.”

“Are you insane?” he demanded, arms raised, “It clashes!”

BP looked from the rug to the rest of the room. “It’s green, isn’t it? It figured it would match the wallpaper.”

“This is mint green! The wallpaper is clearly seafoam!” BP stared at him blankly, and Mettaton stared back, eyes wide and mouth stretched into a broad, manic grin. “Are you trying to ruin this? Is that what you want? To upset the Captain and thereby upset my patron? Is that what you’re doing?”

BP cringed away as he approached, eyes on Mettaton’s hands. “No! No, I thought—they’re the same, aren’t they? The colors? They look the same to—”

“Are you blind?!”

Sweat dampened his forehead as he looked from the rug to the wall. “I—maybe?”

Fury lit Mettaton’s eyes from within, LED bulbs lighting up one by one. Before he could take hold of BP, though, the little bell rang as the door opened. “—relax, gutter-rat!”

The fury turned to panic, and a metal arm clamped over his shoulders and hugged him to Mettaton’s side. In his ear, he hissed, “Say nothing and pretend you belong here.” Then he turned on his megawatt-smile and spun them both to face the door, steely arm still tight around BP’s shoulder. “Ah, hello! Captain Undyne, Lieutenant Papyrus—such a pleasure to have you both with us today!”

Undyne was a familiar sight, and her good eye swept the room appraisingly. Her grin was sharp as ever, but the twitch of her fingers and the dust on her hands made it plain the LV was riding her hard. Her companion was not nearly so familiar. He held himself preternaturally still beside her, eyelights burning. “Is it?” he asked. The caustic edge in his tone earned him a sharp elbow from his superior.

“Heya, Metts,” Undyne said, and BP felt the hand on his shoulder tighten upon hearing the nickname. “I need to blow off a little steam—” Given the way she drummed her fingers against her thigh, BP thought that might be an understatement. “—and I think my Lieutenant needs some help getting the stick out of his ass.” Her grin was sharkish as she clapped him on the back. “Preferences, gutter-rat?”

He glared, swatting her hand away. “I said I’d escort you here; I didn’t agree to anything else. I’ll wait for you outside.”

Her hand closed over the back of his neck, and BP’s fur raised in sympathy, noting how he stiffened in her hold, eyelights flaring. “You need this just as badly as I do,” she hissed, pulling him close. Her voice was a rough rasp, and his hand curled into a tight fist in response.

“Fuck you,” he snapped, still glaring, “I don’t—”

She shook him a little, holding him so she could look into his eyelights. “Pick someone or I’ll pick for you.”

“Fine!” He slapped her hand away and cast his eyelights around the room. Then he pointed—straight at BP. “Him.”

BP blinked. “I’m not—”

Mettaton’s hand clamped hard on his shoulder. “He’s not on shift.” He gave BP a brittle smile. “He’s not even dressed! Surely you’d prefer…” He cast his eyes on the gathered ‘pieces, who were watching with carefully concealed amusement. “Harriet, perhaps?”

The Lieutenant eyed the rabbit monster. “Harrie,” he said, and she offered a sardonic smile and a respectful nod. “How are your kits?”

“Just fine, Lieutenant. Your brother’s well?”

He scowled. “I believe you’d have more cause to know than I would.”

She giggled. “Send him my love.”

He huffed, arms crossed as he turned his attention back to Mettaton. “The cat will suit. Let him change, if it matters so much. Or—” He noticed that Undyne’s attention had shifted to one of the sweet-pieces, no longer focused on him. “—I can simply go. I have no need of—”

“Absolutely not! I wouldn’t dream of sending you away unsated, darling. Though...” He stepped forward, sweeping his gaze over the young Lieutenant and circling him slowly. “…if it’s a rougher touch you’re after, I’d be happy to provide. I know sweetness doesn’t suit all tastes.” He reached out, and the Lieutenant caught his servo at the wrist, glaring up at him.

“The cat, then. If you insist.” He released his wrist, and Mettaton stood frozen for a moment, unused to rejection.

He turned his head to glance back at BP, and he tried not to cower; Mettaton could not express his aggravation on a customer, but he could certainly vent it on his beleaguered janitor. “Oh, I do. We’ll get him prepared, and I assure you—he’ll be more than satisfactory.” BP’s ears drooped, and he glanced at the guardsmen, only to find himself locking gazes with him. His eyelights burned in his skull like embers in a void.

BP swallowed hard, wishing he’d called in sick today.

While their guests were shown to their rooms, a strong hand clamped over the nape of BP’s neck, and he was force-marched to the staff showers. Before he could protest or even think to respond, he was shoved—still clothed—under the spray of cold water, face pressed to the tile.

The hand tightened, and he couldn’t hold back a whimper. “Listen here,” Mettaton hissed, “you are going to do whatever he asks of you, and you are going to do it with a smile—and without any of your back talk, do you understand?”

“I wouldn’t—”

He was shoved more forcibly into the tile. “Do. You. Understand,” Mettaton bit out. He nodded frantically, not daring to speak. “Good,” he purred, and the hand loosened. “Get cleaned up. I don’t need you servicing a customer smelling like that.”

BP nearly asked what he meant by that, but feared Mettaton would take that as license to strip and scrub him down himself. So, he just nodded, Mettaton turned away, still frowning, but BP had to ask, “Uh, what am I supposed to wear?” His now wet coveralls and utility apron didn’t seem suitable. Unless the Lieutenant was into a very specific sort of role-play.

“I’ll find something for you,” Mettaton said dismissively. “Though where I can’t imagine—orange clashes with everything.”

On that note, he left, and BP looked down at the striped orange fur on his arm. “It doesn’t clash with everything,” he mumbled. He began his desultory scrubbing, ears drooping and the tip of his tail twitching. He barely managed to rinse the soap out of his fur before he was being rushed out of the shower and into the dressing room.

He flushed under Mettaton’s scrutiny, yelping when one of the older ‘pieces pulled the towel out of his hands and started vigorously drying him off. “Hey—!”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” they said, looking up at him with disinterest. Their features were heavily scarred—they’d been retired from work in the front of house after an incident a few years back. They still had a stable of loyal clients willing to overlook their scars, though, so Mettaton kept them sweet. “The Lieutenant picked you?”

BP glanced at Mettaton, not sure if he was going to be yelled at for talking back, but he was busy picking out a robe. “Uh, yeah. I guess.”

The older ‘piece nodded to themself. “Hmm.” They glanced at BP again, and the fur along his spine lifted when he detected a hint of pity in their gaze. “Mind yourself with that one. He’s going to be a difficult client. His LV’s riding him, and he didn’t come here willingly. Worse, he’s got a reputation for being uptight. Monsters like him….” They shook their head. “They don’t relax; they snap. Don’t provoke him. Do what he says. And remember—” They glanced at Mettaton, then lowered their voice. “—no one is looking out for you but you.”

BP stared at him. “Thanks for the pep talk.”

They tossed the towel over his head and ran it over his scalp and cheeks. “And for stars’ sake, keep your tongue in your head.”

Mettaton made a pleased exclamation and rushed over at that moment, dove-grey robe in hand. Blue, yellow, and black flowers and accents swirled over its surface. “Perfect!” he said, rushing BP into it.

At the end of their fussing, BP caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. If he’d hoped, for a moment, that he’d look different—better, sweeter—after their makeover, then he was doomed to disappointment. He looked the same as ever, just less comfortable and maybe a little cleaner.

Mettaton picked an orange strand of fur off the front of his robe with a loud sigh. “This will need cleaning after. But it will work! He’s clearly nearsighted in any case, if he thought you were a sweet-piece.”

The scarred ‘piece gently pushed a tray into BP’s hands. “Good luck,” they said, steering him toward the stairwell. “First door on the left.”

“And don’t forget, darling,” Mettaton said. “If he seems at all dissatisfied, then I’ll fashion a robe from your skin. Am I clear?”

BP nodded numbly. The delicate cups rattled against their saucers as he climbed up the steps. He fumbled at the door, trying not to spill the tea as he opened it. He nearly tripped over himself as he entered the room, fur lifting when the Lieutenant looked up at him. He froze and forced an awkward smile, tail curling close to his thigh.

How did the real sweet-pieces manage to do this silently? Gracefully, even.

He cleared his throat and set the tray on the table, causing more rattling. The guardsman ignored him, looking back to the book he’d been reading.

Who brings a book to a sweet-piece parlor?

BP stood awkwardly in front of the table, tugging at the front of his robe. The guardsman ignored him, still lounging on the chaise and…reading. “Um.” His fingers twitched over the robe’s edge. Stars, he wanted a cigarette. “So….”

The Lieutenant sighed, sticking a thumb in his book to mark his place. He looked up at BP, leaning back in the chaise and surveying him. His brow-bone lifted, and he snorted softly. “I’m impressed. In only fifteen minutes, Mettaton managed to turn a janitor into…something that looks almost like a sweet-piece. He should incorporate that into one of his gameshows.” He turned back to his book. “I hope you have some way to entertain yourself for however long we’re stuck here.”

BP stared. “You…you knew?”

The brow-bone crept higher. “Of course I knew. I’m not blind.” He looked back to his book. “If I wanted a sweet-piece, I’d have asked for a sweet-piece. I picked you so Undyne and the android would leave me alone.”

The insult was too much. “So you dragged me into this because you were—what? Annoyed? You’re having a bad day, so I have to be stripped naked, insulted, humiliated, and-and threatened? Is that what’s happening here? Do I have that right?” His breathing was unsteady after the tirade, and for a few blissful moments, he had the satisfaction of glaring down at the guardsman, who stared back with wide sockets.

Then, like a rubberband snapping back after being stretched too far, his righteous indignation crumbled into panic. The Lieutenant’s shock was quickly hidden behind an indifferent mask, and he closed the book, setting it aside. BP’s heart started to race and his mouth went dry. Oh, stars. “Wait,” he said, forcing a smile even as his tail bristled, “I didn’t mean….” His voice was tight. It sounded like he’d breathed in a lungful of helium.

The Lieutenant stood, stepping around the table to stand in front of BP. Stars he was tall. BP swallowed, looking up at him. “Just-just a joke,” he tried, voice still strained, “Haha? Just…” He swallowed, glancing back at the door. If he ran, how long would he have before Mettaton went searching for him? And how long would he have to hide before he lost interest in finding him?

“My apologies.”

BP blinked, sure he’d misheard. “I’m—what?”

“I chose you because I didn’t want a sweet-piece,” he reiterated. There seemed to be a weight in his words, as if there was more behind them, but he didn’t elaborate. Instead, he huffed and looked away. “I didn’t mean to insult you, only to reassure you that I don’t expect anything from you.” He gestured to the door. “You can go. Tell your boss I changed my mind—”

“No!” BP’s eyes went wide, and his fur puffed. He glanced back at the door, sure Mettaton was going to come through it and skin him on the spot. Then he saw the Lieutenant’s brow-bone lift again, and he forced a smile, trying to smooth down his fur. “I mean….” He swallowed. “Do you want tea? They had me bring tea.”

The guard stared at him for a long moment, then he cocked his head slightly. He gave a subtle nod and gestured to the tray. “Tea would be fine.”

“Great!” He sat in front of the table, on the cushion provided. For a moment, the Lieutenant just watched him, looming at his back. BP’s fingers shook as he poured the tea, causing the cups to rattle in their saucers once more.

The guard walked around the table, sitting on the chaise again. He didn’t pick up his book. “What would you have done,” he asked, leaning forward, “if I really thought you were a sweet-piece?”

BP froze, looking down at the murky green liquid swirling in his cup. “Uh. You know. Sweet-piece stuff.”

Again, he lifted a brow. “I imagine you’re relieved that I don’t expect that of you.”

BP shrugged. “Sure.”

The guard tilted his head. “’Sure’?” he echoed.

“Well—I mean. You’re not exactly hard to look at,” he said, “and sweet-pieces….” He stopped.

“What about them?”

He shrugged. “People’re usually nice to ‘em. That’s all. It’s the point, isn’t it? They’re so sweet, you gotta be sweet back. I mean—I know that’s not how it always works out. Believe me, I’ve seen some shit.” The guardsman nodded, and BP had to imagine he’d seen just as bad, if not worse. “But…the Captain wouldn’t bring you here, if you were like that.”

BP rubbed the back of his neck, realizing he’d said too much. “So, yeah. Wouldn’t have minded being your sweet-piece for a day.” He laughed, wishing again for a cigarette. “Beats trying to get oil stains outta the carpet!”

“Baking soda.”

BP blinked. “Uh…huh?”

“Baking soda. Use a toothbrush to work it into the carpet, let it sit for fifteen minutes, then vacuum it up. So long as the stain hasn’t set, it should help.” BP stared at him for a beat, unsure how to react to that. “Maybe you should be a sweet-piece; janitorial work doesn’t seem to be your forte.”

BP snorted. “It’s a good gig, if you can get it. Too bad I don’t qualify anymore.” Any amount of LV was too much for a sweet-piece, even his low level.

The guardsman leaned forward, hands cupped around his tea. “I never really considered that some monsters would seek out this line of work,” he said softly, eyelights down. “I’ve mostly seen the less savory side of the trade. Not everyone comes to it willingly.”

BP understood all at once why he’d been so resistant before. “Hey, uh, I got my problems with the boss, but everyone here came here willingly. I mean—as willing as anyone can be. Cleaning the floors isn’t exactly how I’d choose to spend my free time, you know?” He laughed, but the Lieutenant looked away, brow-bones furrowed. His job entailed a good deal worse than cleaning floors, and he probably didn’t need the reminder.

BP cleared his throat, searching for a change of subject. “So. What would you have wanted from me, if I were a sweet-piece?”

The Lieutenant choked on his tea. “I—” He shook his head and cleared his throat. “Nothing. I don’t use—I have no need of a sweet-piece and no desire for one either.”

“So you’re going to read and I’m just going to sit here and twiddle my thumbs until the Captain’s done getting her rocks off?”

A faint flush of red magic touched his cheekbones as he glared. “If you don’t think you can carry a conversation, then yes. And I don’t pretend to know what Undyne is doing—nor do I wish to.”

BP shrugged. “Okay, okay. You just seem a little tense—”

“I am not tense!”

BP couldn’t hold back a snort, though when the guard’s expression darkened, he swallowed and reminded himself it was unwise to mock a high LV monster. “Right! Of course not.”

On cue, the teacup shattered in the Lieutenant’s grip. Before BP could react, he swore and stood, bits of porcelain cupped in his dripping phalanges. He dumped them in the trash can, glaring at his hands as if they’d betrayed him. “You, uh, you want a towel or something?” In answer, he held out his hand, open and expectant. BP grabbed a cloth napkin off the tray and scrambled to stand. “Here.”

He wiped the tea from his fingers, watching BP out of the corner of his socket as he did. When he was finished, he held the napkin out for BP—but instead of releasing it when he took it in hand, the Lieutenant used it as leverage to pull him closer and catch his eye.

Staring into his sockets immediately made BP’s hackles rise. He swallowed but held his ground. He didn’t back away, even when a skeletal hand lifted slowly to hover beside his face. He had plenty of time to pull away but held still as a bony thumb stroked over his jawline. His heart beat hard, and he wondered if the guard could hear it. “You know my name?” the Lieutenant asked.

“Papyrus.”

“So you know who I am. What I’ve done.”

He swallowed and nodded. “I—yeah. I know.” Everyone had heard the stories. Papyrus was not as infamous as Undyne, but as he’d risen through the ranks, people started to whisper. And when he successfully took control of the infamously uncontrollable denizens of Snowdin, those whispers grew louder.

“And still you offer yourself to me?”

Fuck. Something in the way he phrased that—his words archaic and weighty—sent a bolt through BP, making his knees feel loose and his breathing go thready. In that moment, it was impossible to separate fear from desire. “I—yes?”

The Lieutenant snorted, drawing his hand away and leaving BP holding the napkin. He returned to the chaise, his back to BP. “Most people would rather not attract my attention. But you….” He glanced over his shoulder, then shook his head again before taking his seat. He swept his gaze up and down BP’s body, and BP stood rigid, breath held. Finally, his gaze rested on BP’s face. “Alright, kitten. It’s your choice. Either sit and pour the tea, keep quiet while I read, or come here and be my sweet-piece for the day.”

BP stood frozen for a few moments. Some part of him was silently screaming at him to sit quietly and just enjoy the break, but the Lieutenant made an arresting sight. He lounged against the chaise, feet planted firmly on the ground. His features were set and stony, his eyelights hard. There was nothing welcoming in his pose. Rather, it looked like he was daring BP to approach, confident he didn’t have the nerve.

Something in him stirred at the perceived challenge.

With a subtle smirk—as if he’d won, somehow—the Lieutenant turned to pick up his book and resume reading. No longer speared by his gaze, BP was free to move. It made sense to just sit down and pour the tea, but nothing about this day was normal or sensible, and BP’s feet carried him past the table, until he stood between the Lieutenant’s spread thighs.

The guardsman looked up from his book, cocking his brow-bone again. Never taking his eyelights off BP, he shut it once more and set it aside. He brought his hand to BP’s waist, just above the hip, and BP’s heart started beating faster.

After, when they’d been drawn from the room and the Captain and her Lieutenant were taking their leave—and BP was curling in on himself as he grew conscious of Mettaton’s eyes on him, of the cruel smile forming on his glossa—Papyrus paused to pass him a few pieces of gold. BP looked up at him. “Um.” He looked to Mettaton, but his smile had frozen and he was staring at the Lieutenant.

“For your service,” he said, closing BP’s hand over the G. “I believe a tip is appropriate?” He glanced at Mettaton. His expression was mild, even as it dared Mettaton to contradict him.

“I…” He didn’t look at his boss. Instead, he kept his eyes on Papyrus. “Yeah. If you think…think I earned it.”

“I do,” he said calmly. Then pulling away, he looked to Mettaton to say, “I trust he’ll he available next time we visit.”

Mettaton’s frozen smile shifted into his megawatt grin, though BP could see the strain around his eyes. “Of course, darling! Anytime! Though if you would prefer someone more experienced—”

“No. Thank you. I rather like his inexperience,” he said, “It’s…refreshing. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” He offered them both a nod and departed.

BP tensed as soon as the door closed, but Mettaton just sighed. “It’s a shame,” he said, “You’d think such an attractive monster would have better taste.” He eyed BP, then shook his head in disgust. “Whatever. You’re on call from now on,” he said, “So keep your phone on you when you’re off duty.” He gestured to the carpet. “Now get rid of that.”

He left and BP stood frozen for a moment. It felt, somehow, as if everything and nothing had changed. Then he turned and went to fetch the baking soda and a toothbrush.

It was probably too late to do any good, but it was worth a try.

#burgerpants/papyrus #fell papyrus #fell burgerpants #edgepants #my work #smut in the link #but this version is clean

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Reapertale: a summary.

As stated before, some AUs seem to run in different formats. "Reapertale" is another such AU, but rather than running as a soap opera, this Tale seems to play out like Greek mythos, positioning monsters as gods.

Toriel, goddess of life and warmth, gave breath to the earthly realm and sprouted humankind... but they were not yet mortals, and as they continued to propagate, so did conflict among them, and the balance of the earth tilted. His majesty Asgore, god of the sky from which he and the other first gods were born, and to which they would return if ever they passed on, turned to Gerson, god of wisdom, for answers. And Gerson, in turn, commissioned Gaster, god of the arcane, to conjure a counterbalance. Together, they used the power of darkness to invent the gods of death– Sans and Papyrus. Their conception deeply offended her majesty Toriel, and she secluded herself on the earth to swear off any further creation.

Though life would continue, sterility and stagnation would break out in the goddess' absence, and humanity's faith in the gods would falter. This brought on the loss of the god of hope– Asriel– as he was reaching to save Chara, a devoted acolyte, from tragedy. He was too late, and when his stardust fell into a pool of their blood, he would be reborn as an emissary of despair... again as a golden flower.

As it would happen, Chara would be the reapers' first job; but the gods of death were still newly-formed, and the dark magic used to conjure them still leaked from their forms and their scythes. Thus, only a moment's hesitation was enough for Sans' essence to corrupt Chara's SOUL, which was already embittered by the betrayal of mortal and immortal alike. They would escape, adopting the role of a demon in the following centuries.

In his effort to find Chara, Sans instead found Toriel's hidden sanctuary. The two were confrontational at first, but soon it became clear that Sans liked finding somewhere that allowed him reprieve from his thankless job, being the brother in charge of collecting the SOULs of the damned and the restless. In secret, they grew close...

...and then, claiming a role as harbinger of entropy, Chara too found Toriel. Though a god, they struck her down using a scythe stolen from Sans, igniting an Era of Corruption– an outbreak of strife, stagnation and stillbirth.

Undyne, goddess of war, was next to find what was left of the fallen god's hideaway, and confronted Sans before she could see could see that he too was grieving. Papyrus managed to intervene and calm Sans, stopping the spread of his necrotic influence, redirecting Undyne's attention to seek guidance from the father gods.

Of the first gods, Asgore was still in mourning, Gerson had gone quiet, and Gaster had gone to consult an all-seeing mirror. The mirror could show him everything– past present and future– but Chara had found it first, clouding its vision to lure him closer. They trapped him in it, and they shattered the mirror, scattering him and all memories of him with its shards.

In an effort to buy more time to rediscover life, the goddess of knowledge... Alphys... would be tasked with finding alternatives for creation. Her... first attempt involved the willing sacrifice of other gods, but these efforts would be in vain. The second attempt involved making a new vessel for a prematurely disembodied SOUL, and so... Mettaton would be created as a golem, embodying self-love.

What remained of the slain goddess was eventually detected by the opposing reapers at the same time, but Sans was thankfully faster than Chara and took her SOUL into hiding within his and Papyrus' own realm. He procured a stained-glass flower she'd once made for him after his touch withered the live white lily she previously tried to hand him, and he sacrificed the gift to bring her back with the essence of hers it had preserved. Thus, her restoration was secured.

But it would not be until the emergence of Frisk, demigod of mercy, that Chara would be cured of corruption and instead represent faith, and the balance of their world would finally stabilize.

...Seeing that mirror for myself would make my job so much easier if it were still intact...

#reapertale #omniverse #undertale #utmv #archive #au #no barrier #dadster #soriel #summary #txt

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super-shapeshifter-showdown · 1 year

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36. Sonic the Hedgehog- Mimic the Octopus

37. Sky High- Magenta

38. Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves- Doric

39. Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess- Link

40. XMen- Mystique (Raven Darkholme)

41. Splatoon- Inkling

42. Steven Universe- Amethyst

43. Lovecraft mythos/Call of Cthulhu-Nyarlathotep

44. Heroes of Olympus- Frank Zhang

45. Gravity Falls- Experiment #210

46. Half Life but the AI is Self Aware- Benrey

47. Prototype (2009)- Alex Mercer

48. Danny Phantom- Bertrand

49. Transformers- Starscream

50. Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared- Stain Edwards the Forever Boy

51. A Hat in Time- Shapeshifter

52. MCU- Loki

53. Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door- Dooplis

54. Marvel comics- Loki

55. Animorphs- Tobias

56. Howl's Moving Castle- Howl Pendragon

57. Fairy Odd Parents- Wanda and Cosmo

58. Kirby- Kirby

59. Deltarune- Jevil

60. Ranma 1/2- Ranma

61. My Hero Academia- Himiko Toga

62. Ace Attorney- Maya Fey

63. Undertale- Mettaton

64. Celtic Mythology- Selkies

#not a poll #line up #lineup #update

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petra-creat0r · 4 months

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Propoganda

Purple

Based off the secret bosses' soul modes going in reverse order of the soul modes the Undertale bosses use. Red for Toriel, Blue for Papyrus, Green for Undyne, Purple for Muffet, Yellow for Mettaton, Red for Asgore. Jevil only used red soul mode, while Spamton Neo used yellow

[BIG SHOT] has the line "pull the strings and makes them ring" which could be alluding to the fact he's a puppet and his strings, but could also be an allusion to the next secret bosses soul mode as the purple soul traps you to only be on purple strings.

Purple soul mode "traps" the soul. Could tie into the freedom theme.

Green

Based off the secret bosses's souls modes going in reverse order of the soul items in Undertale. Stick and Bandage (Frisk/Red), Toy Knife and Faded Ribbon (Cyan), Tough Gloves and Manly Bandana (Orange), Ballet Shoes and Old Tutu (Blue), Torn Notebook and Cloudy Glasses (Purple), Burnt Pan and Stained Apron (Green), Cowboy Hat and Empty Gun (Yellow), Worn Dagger and Heart Locket (Chara/Red). Again, Jevil only uses red soul mode, Spamton uses yellow soul mode. Since both the soul mode and soul items orders both end with yellow and red, it's hard to tell which of these patterns is true.

Green soul also traps the soul, more than purple soul does as it stops you from being able to move at all, needing a shield of sorts to defend with.

The Shadow Mantle could be the shield.

Green soul is connected with Undyne, who might show up in the next chapter since Toriel called the police.

#deltarune #deltarune secret boss #deltarune secret boss prediction #deltarune chapter 3 predictioin #deltarune chapter 3 #poll #tumblr poll #deltarune predictions

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yourpalsalamander · 9 months

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Breakfasttale Mettaton:

Introduction: Mettaton's design for this universe isn't based on a reference photo, as he is his own brand, therefore he is his own type of cereal, specifically the Mettaton brand of cereal. Mettaton has a percaline type bowl for most of his body, with cereal and pink food dye stained milk inside.

Routes: On the genocide route, Mettaton turns into 'Mettaton Neo,' and promptly gets KO'd by Frisk with a single attack. This one-&-done fight basically gives you a free consumable for battle, a bowl of cereal, that allows Frisk to move faster to dodge attacks quicker when eaten. This status effect lasts as long as the battle and adds +10 'glamour,' which adds no additional effects whatsoever. On the pacifist route though, Mettaton's story lasts a lot longer, obviously. Frisk meets Mettaton in the lab, where he crashes through a wall and promptly forces Frisk to participate in a deadly quiz show. The quiz ends in Frisk getting all the questions right with the help of Alphys, and Mettaton leaving. Frisk's second encounter with Mettaton is the baking show, where Mettaton forces Frisk to be an assistant in making pancakes (instead of a cake), where a human soul turns out to be the main ingredient, and Mettaton attempts to attack Frisk with a Mettaton Cereal Brand Chainsaw™; this gets promptly thwarted though when Alphys calls into the show and asks about how to make vegan pancakes instead. Side Detail: When asked the question, 'isn't eating pancakes some form cannibalism?' Mettaton will state that he is famous, therefore nothing he does should be questioned, then he quickly moves on with the show. The Mettaton EX battle plays as usual, only having an extra ACT which allows the player to 'Advertise Mettaton Brand Cereal' by holding up a cereal box and smiling at a camera.

Wrap up: There we have our 'pink flavored' Mettaton Brand Cereal bot! He's actually my most favorite to have designed, I think his bowl form turned out really well :D

#breakfasttale #undertale #undertale au #underverse #underverse au #new au #breakfasttale au #new undertale au #au #mettaton #breakfasttale mettaton #bt mettaton #cereal

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ut-anomalous · 2 months

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ARMOUR/WEAPONS OF THE HUMAN ESSENCE’S, AND WHERE THEY’RE FOUND:

CLOVER: Armour: Polka-dot Bandana. Weapon: Old Boomerang.

You can find the Polka dot Bandana on a hook in the Cloudy Cliffs Academy lost and found.

You can find the old boomerang on the ground in a little bug-catching area based on that one unused Room in UT with the dialogue of the “friend behind you”.

They act as replacements for the old tutu and the ballet shoes.

KRIS: Armour: Horned Headband. Weapon: Rusty Knife.

You can find the Horned headband in a corner near some Moss in Frigid Fields.

You can find the Rusty knife thrusted into the ground in the room after the Mettaton Miniboss.

They act as replacements for the Stained Apron and Burnt Pan.

ADVENTURE ESSENCE: Armour: Hero Cape.

Weapon: Baseball Bat.

You can find them both being sold by Bratty And Catty, who Are right next to the Scout Headquarters in Frigid Fields.

They act as replacements for The Cowboy hat and Empty hat.

SERIOUSNESS ESSENCE: Armour: Rain Coat.

Weapon: Umbrella.

You can find them both being sold by Gerson in Cloudy Cliffs. Gerson does not change AT ALL. AT ALL.

They act as replacements for the Cloudy glasses and Torn notebook.

AZREAL: Armour: Sunglasses.

Weapon: Safety Scissors:

You can find The Sunglasses on a beach chair in the COAST.

You can find the safety Scissors on a shelf in Sans’s house.

They act as replacements for The Faded ribbon and Toy Knife.

EMILY: Armour: Replica Ribbon.

Weapon: Replica Staff.

You can find both being sold at the Maple Midtown “Spears And Grease” as Maple Mage merchandise. You can also find a replica staff in a leaf pile.

They act as replacements for the Tough Glove and Manly Bandana.

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hearth4days · 8 months

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Hi I'm copying my friends @/x-neurotoxin-x and @/p34chju1c3 (send them some too if you want!! They're v good trust me) and taking some requests to hopefully knock out my writer's block

Send me some character(s) + prompts and I'll write a short fic if I like the idea. Feel free to submit your own ideas, or use this generator to find something you like :) (tw dead dove^^)

Fandoms + characters below the cut. No pairing's listed because it's long enough as it is lmao

Avogado6-verse did you know there's lore cuz damn

None of the characters have names so. These bitches (send in their number)

BNHA

AfO

Dabi

Kurogiri

Spinner

Stain

CRK

Black Pearl

Licorice

Prune Juice

Pure Vanilla

Red Velvet

Stardust

Vampire

Werewolf

White Lily

Danganronpa

Kokichi (/pregame)

Korekiyo (/pregame)

Korekiyo's sister

Nagito (/pregame)

Human Centipede

Any

Little Nightmares

Mono

Six

Thin Man

Proseka

Akito

Kanade

Mafuyu

Mizuki

Rui

Touya

Tsukasa

Undertale (/Handplates)

Asgore

Asriel/Flowey

Papyrus

Mettaton

Sans

Vocaloid

Abuse

Frannie

Ito

Nirvana (Hanamuke)

Ote

Zoy

Bakrom

Hollow (pink)

Priest

Vesper (purple)

Fukase

#hearth's mantle breakdowns

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aikoiya · 9 months

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What if Frisk was an adult and a therapist? 💖

What if Frisk is an Adult Therapist, that tricks any Monster that attacks Frisk into talking about their true feelings/problems?

Papyrus: Wowie, I feel great getting all that off my chest! I don’t think I even need the therapy anymore! I’m gonna leave right now!

Frisk: So, same time next week?

Papyrus: …Okay.

Frisk: Oh, I think these incidents is a better path than any other to the heart of your issues.

I think it’s possible that you and King Asgore have a very specific dynamic. I don’t think it’s one that teaches you proper self-control or discipline. I think it may even sometimes reward you whenever you get temperamental.

I think it’s possible that type of dynamic had spread to your other relationships, and your friends are probably afraid to call you out whenever you go too far, because it’s either gonna hurt your feelings or cause you to lose your temper on them.

Undyne: …Screw you.

Papyrus and Alphys: UNDYNE!

Undyne: Screw both of you, too.

Mettaton: What? No, what kind of question is that?

Frisk: The kind that wasn’t designed to attack or hurt you in any way.

Mettaton: Oh, Jesus Christ, one of these…

Frisk: It’s not my job to take sides or pass judgment. Do you think when your brother asks to go to Grillby’s again, you could ask him-

Papyrus: He won’t have to ask for my permission, okay?! He won’t need it! He’ll just do his own thing again, like always! He doesn’t need anything from anyone!

Frisk: You admire him for that.

Papyrus:…It’s better than making your problems other people’s problems.

Papyrus: I am afraid… that people or my own brother won’t respect me… unless I’m popular.

Frisk: Great job. Alphys, you go.

Alphys: I am… mad, that I can’t watch kid shows without people assuming it’s because my life sucks… I hope to be seen one day as someone that just likes cartoons and anime.

Frisk: Excellent job. Undyne, do you have an “I” statement?

Undyne: …I am… I am sad that… I’m sad that my friends weren’t honest with me, about how I was sometimes scaring them. I want to be a better friend to them.

Frisk: Look at this team go! You guys are pros! What do you guys think about doing this once a week?

Frisk: Sans, why did you lie to your brother?

Sans: So I wouldn’t have to come here.

Frisk: Why didn’t you want to come here?

Sans: Because I don’t respect therapy.

And I don’t think going to some agent of averageness that explains which words mean which feelings has ever helped anyone do anything.

I think it’s helped a lot of people get comfortable and stop panicking, which is a state of mind we value in the animals we eat, but not something I want for myself.

I’m not a cow. I’m a comedian. When I feel like it. So… you asked.

Frisk: Sans, you seem to alternate between viewing your own mind as an unstoppable force and as an inescapable curse. And I think it’s because the only truly unapproachable concept for you is that it’s your mind within your control. You chose to come here, you chose to talk -to belittle my vocation- just as you chose to become a comedian.

You are the master of your universe, and yet you are dripping with ketchup stains and grease. Your mind literally vegetating by your own hand.

I have no doubt that you would be bored senseless by therapy, the same way I’m bored when I brush my teeth and take a bath. Because the thing about repairing, maintaining, and cleaning is it’s not an adventure. There’s no way to do it so wrong you might die.

It’s just work. And the bottom line is, some people are okay going to work, and some people well, some people would rather die.

Each of us gets to choose…

7.Mettaton: Wow, that shrink, what a monologist.

Alphys: …Are we gonna go back?

Undyne: Jesus Christ… Therapists, man.

Sans: And yet people call me a weirdo.

Mettaton: We should get a drink.

Sans: Really? Like, go somewhere?

Mettaton: Yeah, let’s have a little party to celebrate surviving the shrink.

Undyne: Absolutely!

Papyrus: I… I liked Frisk.

Sans: So what are you guys thinking, like, the restaurant at the MTT Resort? Maybe Grillby’s?

Undyne: Yeah, either one. Either one.

What if Frisk’s therapy sessions somewhat helped fix Asgore’s and Toriel’s relationship?

Asgore: Wait! Uh… Toriel, th-there’s something that’s been eating me up for a really long time. We used to make such a great team, didn’t we? Until I screwed it all up.

Toriel: …

Asgore: If I hadn’t selfishly declared war on Humanity that day, we could’ve found a better way to break the barrier and the humans that came before Frisk didn’t have to die by my hands. I’m so sorry, Tori, for everything.

Toriel: …I’ll be honest. I did blame you in the heat of it, but Frisk has opened up my eyes and I’ve known better for a long time, now…

Because even though declaring war was still a stupid thing to do, it gave our people hope and if you hadn’t given them hope… well, then our kingdom would be much smaller today…

What happened to the other humans was as much my fault, as it was yours, because I did nothing to help them when they left the Ruins. I couldn’t help them or my kingdom. At least you stayed loyal to your people and kept them from falling apart… If anyone is the selfish one, it is me…

But I don’t want to be that selfish person anymore…

I want to be better and help you get better as well…

Asgore: Tori… Thank You…

As A Bonus: What if the UT Monsters felt genuine guilt over how they treated Frisk?

Undyne: Dude! You should get outta here before you get hurt!

Papyrus: NO! Every time terrible stuff happens, I run the other way! That is my dear friend! And Frisk is right to be angry because I didn’t protect them!

Alphys *tearing up*: You didn’t protect them from us!

Mettaton*crying*: They’re like this because of us!

Undyne *crying*: We're the source of Frisk’s suffering!

Toriel *crying*: This is my fault! *sobs loudly*

Asgore *crying*: Tori! Don’t be silly! Everyone knows that all of this is because of me!

Toriel: NO, it’s because of ME! I said that I would protect Frisk, but I did nothing to help them once they left the Ruins! I basically left them to die alone, just like I did with all the other humans!

Asgore *crying*: But that was because you didn’t want anything to do with me or the war, and all my war did was hurt Frisk! Like it hurt every human that ever came down here! *sobbing* This is all my fault!

Flowey: YES, IT IS!

(Flowey suddenly pops out from the ground.)

Flowey: Yes, we hurt Frisk, but this isn’t the time to make this all about us! That’s not helping! Maybe Frisk would care how sad you are because they always puts everyone else’s feelings first! But they can’t do that for you right now, because they needs us this time!

We all had Frisk when we needed them, but the only person who’s never had Frisk is Frisk! That kid's always been there for us, so, *sighs*…

How can we be there for Frisk now? 🌻

#submission #OOOO!!#I like this!!#This would be interesting!#undertale #therapy frisk

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sagaverse · 2 years

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Ugh, between the creepy face and all the pink, Nocturne’s also giving off major Bete Noire vibes

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As a casual viewer of GlitchTale and not knowing much about the lore besides the animation, the ending was kind of disappointing, to say the least. Trying to cramp too many at the end, it ended up being forgetful. :(

I liked the series a lot but the ending was a let down, sorry.

We'll try to avoid that with SagaVerse.

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-Rev/Revolvius

#sagaverse #sagaverse ask #nocturne #stained!mettaton #mettaton #mettaton au #mettaton ex #mettaton undertale #bete noire #betty glitchtale #undertale au #undertale #undertale au comic #undertale comic au #undertale comic #undertale fan comic

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misty720 · 10 months

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Note - I just realized none of my italics copied over... so if it reads like there should be emphasis, there probably was... sigh.

Are we a couple now? - Ch5:

A couple weeks had passed along with the stomach virus and things returned to normal. Chara's admission to how she had been feeling lately reminded Papyrus that he was once extremely doting and extremely affectionate to which things had simmered down over the years between three beautiful children, his career, and adult responsibilities needing their attention. Papyrus decided, he needed to shift focus a little back to his woman who made all of it possible to begin with. It was her idea initially to secretly evaluate his kitchen performance over months to surprise him with his certifications that now hung in the lobby of his business framed with his favorite shirt stained with many meals that he refined over the years. She, with the help of Frisk, Asriel, and Toriel, set him on the path to being an official master chef. She gave him three babies, unconditional love and adoration, kept him going when he felt like giving up, and was always there to steer him when he felt he lost his way. She called him her rock except she was his shelter, and it was time he reminded her of that.

Their fifteen year wedding anniversary was approaching and Papyrus began scheming something special. "SERIF," he called his oldest one morning before school.

"What's up, Dad?" Serif answered his call.

"THIS SATURDAY, I'M TAKING THE EVENING OFF AND LEAVING EL IN CHARGE. I'M TAKING YOUR MOTHER OUT ON A DATE WITHOUT YOU KIDS. I WANT YOU TO BABYSIT. OKAY, STINKER?"

"Whoah! You haven't went out without us in a long time!"

"I KNOW. THAT'S WHY YOU'RE GOING TO SIT. I'LL MAKE SURE TO LEAVE ENOUGH FOR PIZZA UNLESS YOU WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING. I TRUST YOU WITH THE OVEN MORE THAN YOUR MOTHER."

"Pizza sounds great. So, do I get paid for the favor too?" Serif have his dad a cheesy smile.

"YOU CAN SKIP YOUR CHORES AND I'LL LET YOU RENT A COUPLE OF MOVIES."

"Fine. I'll take it." Papyrus pat him on the head like usual ruffling his fixed hair. "Dad! Just because you don't have any doesn't mean it's okay to ruin mine..."

"EXCUSE YOU, CHILD."

"He's right, Pap," Chara defended her boy. "He works hard to look nice for school and you mess his nice hair up. Then, I have to hear about it all the way to school."

"I WILL MESS UP THIS BOY'S HAIR PLAYING WITH HIM ALL I WANT BECAUSE HE'S MY SON AND I LIKE TO PICK AT HIM WHEN I CAN."

"Alright, but be prepared for retaliation. He's getting older, love, and has a bigger arsenal of comebacks than when he was a pup. Now, grab trouble and minion and let's go before all three of you are late. Have a good day, Pap. I'll see you when you come home."

"DEAR, I'M GOING TO TELL YOU WHAT I TOLD STINKER. BE READY SATURDAY EVENING. I'M TAKING OFF EARLY AND WE'RE GOING OUT. JUST US," Papyrus emphasized.

"You're taking me out on a date-date?? A real date?! Hot damn! Alright! What time do I need to be ready by? What about the kiddos?"

"I'm going to babysit for pizza and chore exemption!" Serif told her with excitement. Chara hugged her boy in gratitude, kissed her husband goodbye, and ushered them to her car for school.

Papyrus had a plan and it involved an expensive rock he had been secretly saving for, a dinner reservation at her uncle MT's restaurant, and a bottle of his favorite wine. This was all just a small part of a bigger plan for their anniversary and he hoped the surprise would take her breath away like he used to do. Feeling pleased with his mate's reaction, Papyrus headed to work with a smile the whole way.

Once Saturday came, Chara made sure she was ready wearing a new red dress Mettaton had suggested. At first, she protested saying she couldn't pull off something so revealing at her age, but once she modeled it for her uncle as proof she fell in love with it. It had a much lower neckline than what she wore even at her wedding but it fit like a glove and was still modest despite the dipped sweetheart neckline. It wrapped around the shoulders, stopped mid-thigh, and was covered in fine lace.

"Darling, you look fabulous!" Mettaton exclaimed. "Keep the dress. It's going to knock him out of his shoes or my name isn't Uncle Ton-Ton! And, if it doesn't knock him out, I might." Chara laughed and playfully shoved him. However, he wasn't wrong. Papyrus quickly found he was the one left breathless when she casually stepped down wearing that simple yet elegant dress with matching heels, and blood-red lips in a shade that fit her beautifully.

"I'm ready whenever you're ready," she smiled mischievously at him as he rubber-necked up the stairs to grab his clothes for a shower. He hadn't said a word, but he didn't need to. The look on his face told her everything.

"Wow! Momma's pretty tonight!" Sylfae giggled.

"Mom's pretty everyday, sissy," Serif chastised her a little.

"Momma's extra pretty today!" she explained.

"It's okay, sweetie, I know what she means. Thank you both, though. Makes me feel good that my kids think I look nice even if I'm a mess," Chara explained giving all three dark red lipstick marks on their cheeks before going over rules and safety. Papyrus was ready by the time she was through and escorted her out the door wearing a suit he hadn't donned in ages.

"YOU LOOK STUNNING IN THAT DRESS... IF I DIDN'T SAY THAT EARLIER..." he told her sheepishly.

"You didn't say a thing when you walked in. You ogled and choked on air trying not to trip over your jaw going up those stairs," she smirked back.

"HOW DARE YOU NOT BE ABLE TO HEAR ALL THE THOUGHTS GOING THROUGH MY SKULL! THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! AND I THOUGHT THEM AS LOUD AS I COULD TOO!" Chara laughed and jostled him with her elbow as he drove.

They had their usual meal in the private lounge away from everyone. Papyrus stuck with one glass of wine since he was driving while his wife had three which was two more than she needed since she abstained most of the time. Every conversation they had led right back to their kids at first until they were able reconnect on a more intimate level. "It is so hard to believe we have gone this long without a genuine date. When did our lives get so crazy? We still went out occasionally with Serif and even after Kabel we did things together. It's like Sylfae came along and suddenly things were too much."

"SOME OF IT HAS TO DO WITH BUSINESS PICKING UP A GREAT DEAL AT THE RESTAURANT. IT WASN'T AS POPULAR AS IT IS NOW. WHICH IS WHY I'M ABLE TO HIRE MORE HELP. AND... HOW I'LL BE ABLE TO START HAVING MORE TIME WITH YOU AND THE KIDS." Chara smiled wide with her doe eyes sparkling in the soft lighting. It made his soul skip once again as he sipped the same glass of wine. "CHARA, SIXTEEN YEARS AGO I ASKED YOU TO MARRY ME. DO YOU REMEMBER THAT NIGHT?"

"Oh heaven's mercy, how could I ever forget, Pap?!" Chara guffawed as her cheeks turned rouge. "Oh wait... that was the other timeline wasn't it?? One timeline I ran out afraid you would hate me because I knew I couldn't hide the truth anymore and the other was you putting the ring into a dessert that I almost choked on. Which one are we living? Gosh, I can't believe Gaster fucked up our first timeline so bad we had to literally go back in time..."

"I WISH I COULD REMEMBER BOTH. THE FIRST ONE SOUNDS LIKE AN ENDEARING MOMENT WHERE I ALMOST KILLED YOU IN THIS ONE..." Papyrus turned a little orange and sipped his water next.

"Don't be ridiculous! I'm the child that death refuses. I'm not going until it's on my terms again, heehee!! Anyway, what brought that up, dear?"

"I WAS JUST THINKING OF HOW I MESSED THAT UP SO BAD, IN BOTH TIMELINES APPARENTLY, THAT I WANT TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU." Without another word, the tall skeleton monster stood and moved to her side of the table to kneel.

"Wh-What are you doing?" Chara asked with wide uneasy eyes as if they hadn't been together for over a decade.

"WHAT I SHOULD HAVE DONE ORIGINALLY," he answered taking both of her hands in his. "CHARA, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING. OUR ANNIVERSARY IS COMING UP IN THE NEAR FUTURE AND FOR THAT I WANT TO CELEBRATE IN A SPECIAL WAY, BUT IN ORDER TO PREPARE I HAVE TO START HERE. CHARA SKELETON, LOVE OF MY LIFE, MY ONE AND ONLY, MOTHER OF MY CHILDREN, MY PUZZLE BUDDY, MY BEST FRIEND, WOULD YOU MARRY ME AGAIN? A THIRD TIME TECHNICALLY?" Papyrus revealed a princess cut chocolate diamond ring set in rose gold to match her wedding set. Her wedding ring was a chocolate heart with alternating pink and white diamonds on the outline. This ring had the pink and white diamonds set in the band on the sides of the center piece.

"Holy fucking shit, Papyrus! We don't have the money-"

"YES WE DO. I MAY HAVE TWEAKED THE CHECKBOOK BALANCE A LITTLE OVER THE PAST COUPLE OF YEARS TO SAVE FOR IT. I KNEW MONEY WOULD BE YOUR FIRST CONCERN. HONEY, YOU DO EVERYTHING FOR ME AND THE KIDS, YOU MAKE SURE WE ALL HAVE AND YOU PUT YOURSELF LAST THESE DAYS. SADLY, I'VE BEEN GUILTY OF IT RECENTLY TOO AND THAT'S NOT ME. I'VE ALWAYS TRIED TO PUT YOU FIRST BUT THE KIDS COME FIRST AND WE BOTH UNDERSTAND THAT. TONIGHT, YOU COME FIRST. THIS IS PART OF YOUR PRESENT. PROPOSING PROPERLY AND RENEWING OUR VOWS IS THE ANOTHER PART. YOU GET TO HAVE THE WEDDING YOU WANT INSTEAD OF THE POLITICAL STATEMENT THE EMBASSY MADE IT INTO THE FIRST TIME."

"Pap... I don't care how many times you ask, how you ask, where you ask, or what you ask with, my answer will always be yes." She cupped his face softly and kissed him eagerly. His arms immediately wrapped around her small frame still holding the box. "This time it will be just closest friends and family. I know it will still be bigger than it should be, but at least it won't be the whole damn city crammed into the ballroom at Mom and Dad's."

"WHATEVER YOU WANT, SWEETHEART. I'LL MAKE IT HAPPEN."

"So..." Chara grinned mischievously, "does this mean we're a couple again or...?"

"CHARA, LOVE, YOU'RE TIPSY. THIS GLASS IS YOUR LAST ONE. HERE, PUT THIS ON SO I KNOW IT FITS."

"This one will go on the other side. I'm not moving my wedding set my baby picked out for me."

"HONEY, I DIDN'T-"

"Shhh. Let me pretend you didn't consult with Uncle MT this once... I love you, Pap..."

"I LOVE YOU, BABY. WELL, I'M EXCITED. BECAUSE THE REST OF YOUR ANNIVERSARY PRESENT IS THE HONEYMOON. YES I PLANNED A HONEYMOON TOO BEFORE YOU SAY A THING. THE CABIN WAS NICE, BUT WE'RE GOING ON A CRUISE THIS TIME. A WHOLE WEEK, NO KIDS, NO KIDS - DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT. THEY GET EVERYTHING. THIS IS FOR ME AS WELL AND I WANT SOME LONG OVERDUE, QUALITY ALONE TIME WITH MY WIFE." Chara glared at him but she couldn't help agreeing that they needed this.

"Who's going to keep them?"

"WELL, THEY'VE HAD THEIR SHOTS AND ARE HOUSE BROKEN, SO ANY BOARDING KENNEL WILL TAKE THEM-"

"Papyrus!! You ass! Stop that!" Chara busted out in laughter which caused him to join her cracking himself up. "That joke is so old! They're not animals, Papyrus."

"I BEG TO DIFFER! I'VE SEEN THEM EAT! THEY SHOULD BE EATING OUT OF A DOG BOWL."

"Papyrus!" Chara playfully scolded him and smacked him with her cloth napkin.

"Well, it sounds like you two lovelies are having fun," Mettaton came in to check on them. "How was everything?"

"Hey, Uncle Ton-Ton! Everything was perfect as always. Thank you for letting us have the private venue," Chara greeted him with a hug.

"Anytime as long as it's not booked prior, you know that. Are you going to have a dessert as usual, darling, or has the wine and frosted chocolát been enough?" he winked.

"You knew!! You knew why I wanted a new dress! You two dirty, scheming men!"

"Of course I knew, darling! Papy runs every fashionable decision by me first. I thought you knew that by now? Plus, I have connections. Why pay more if you don't have to? I respect that as a fellow businessman and as a consumer. But my-my, that does look gorgeous on your delicate little hand. He actually did pick it out himself this time though. I simply pointed him to the right place and person. So, did she say yes, Papy?"

"Of course I did! He's my husband for goodness sake!"

"Well, dear, to be fair you might have hit him with divorce papers. I've seen it plenty of times..."

"OVER MY DUSTED DEAD BODY..." Papyrus mumbled into his glass of wine finishing it. "WHAT??" he asked as both of them stared in disbelief at his unfiltered comment.

"Papyrus, if I wanted to leave then I would have taken the kids and split years ago," Chara answered.

"THEY WOULDN'T FIND YOUR BODY, MY LOVE..."

"He's so dramatic sometimes, darling. How do you put up with it? Hee!" Mettaton joked.

"YEAH... DRAMATIC... HEHEH..." Papyrus gave a half-hearted laughed and chugged his water. "ANYWAY, WE TOLD SERIF WE WOULD BE HOME IN TIME TO PUT TROUBLE AND MINION TO BED. SHALL WE, MY NEW FIANCÉ?"

"Pfft! You're so silly, Pap." Chara moved to stand, but Papyrus swept her up like old times and carried her to the car. Now this was reminiscent of the man she married.

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