#trust me I’m an expert I’m getting my MA in lit
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things in 19th century novels that bring me an immense amount of joy
a passive aggressive pianoforte moment
any country dance scene
flower symbolism
the love interest telling the heroine he loves her mid panic attack
a women rejecting a marriage proposal from a man she hates
hands
when lore gets dropped via letter
and, most importantly, the First Name Drop™
#trust me I’m an expert I’m getting my MA in lit#tales from an english major#jane austen#p&p#victorian literature#charlotte bronte#jane eyre#north and south#elizabeth gaskell#charles dickens#henry james#edith wharton#emily brontë#wuthering heights#little women#louisa may alcott#jo march#dylan.txt
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also i wrote another 1500 words of ben solo vs. the darkest timeline and I have no chill and no patience so here you go:
The recruiting campaign started slow and quiet, taking them through parts of the Inner Rim that had never wavered from the Republic. Ma wanted to build a support base that could muster troops and amass supplies on their own steam, and without drawing too much of the First Order’s notice. Ben knew that was how Ma liked to work: tell her people what was needed, and trust them to do it right.
The First Order didn’t work that way, of course. There were reports already of worlds stripped bare for metals and water, shipyards driven to their limit, whole populations pressed into service. It was mostly vague, though, mostly broad strokes. Not much news of their internal politics ever made it to the free parts of the galaxy, and what there was came mostly from a small-but-steady trickle of low-level defectors.
Apparently the new Supreme Leader wasn’t big on having his praises sung, at least compared to Snoke.
Ben wasn’t the one who suggested Naboo; that was Connix, who was shrewder about politics in his own universe, too. “It’s time for a statement,” she said. “They know we’re building up forces, so let’s show we’re not afraid to do it in public.”
Ma didn’t like it, Ben knew. She always felt a little guilty about recruiting from Naboo. Ben had never agreed with her about that. Sure, they were towards the pacifist end of things, historically, but it was a wealthy planet that could afford to help, and didn’t need much convincing. They had a weird mix of guilt and pride, there, that came from producing both the old Emperor and the mother of the Rebellion, and there had always been plenty of Naboo recruits in the Rebellion and the Resistance.
She agreed to it, eventually. They took the Falcon, and about half of the little convoy they’d managed to build up so far: not really a fleet, yet, but on its way there.
“While we’re there,” Ben said, “are we visiting Grandma?”
Ma gave him a sharp look. “I haven’t done that in years,” she said. “But if you want to.”
She couldn’t make time for it right away. They had a bunch of audiences with the current queen and the ruling council, which meant a lot of very formal dinners that Ben was thankful to be excused from. Apparently they were impressed by Rey and found Finn and Rose just terribly inspiring. Nobody mangled their pronunciations enough to upset the Gungan councilors. When Ben went walking in the lower city, there were a lot of people agreeing with each other that something had to be done, that Naboo had never turned its back on the free galaxy before and they weren’t about to start now.
After a few days of that, Ma could take an afternoon off to visit the tombs of Naboo’s queens.
Ben’s grandmother had a mausoleum that was almost half again as big as any of the others, a florid pile of early-Empire excess. It was, frankly, pretty ugly from the outside, but one of the first queens under the New Republic had ordered all of the Imperial symbols and regalia stripped out, and the result on the inside was spare and clean and peaceful.
The lid of the sarcophagus was carved to look like Padmé lying there atop it, eyes closed, hair fanned out around her face, hands resting on her round belly. When he was a kid, Ben had studied her, looking for a resemblance; he could see it in Ma, but not really in himself. Now Ma was so much older than her mother had ever been, with lines on her face that Ben couldn’t imagine in the smooth, serene marble.
At the foot of the tomb there was a brass-colored bowl, with a blue flame burning forever in it. Ma knelt down in front of it, and Ben knelt down beside Ma. He watched her unpin her hair, pluck a few strands free, and coil it back up again. Ben yanked out a couple of his own -- he hadn’t cut his hair yet in this universe, and he probably needed to -- and handed them to Ma.
She wound them up into a little knot, and dropped it into the blue flame, and lit a stick of incense to cover up the burnt-hair smell. “There,” Ma said. She brushed a bit of incense off her hands, let Ben brace her as she stood. Ben had done this with her a dozen or so times, and she never wanted to stay any longer than she had to.
But there was something Ben wanted to try. It had only ever worked the once, at home, but -- Ben had a feeling. “I’m going to stick around,” he said.
“If you like,” Ma said.
Alone, Ben sat down on the floor again, his back to the tomb, and listened to the Force. It was calm here, with hardly any living sentients nearby. There had been a time, once, when people came here to heap the floor with offerings of flowers and fruit, to spill out their grief and anger at what had been lost to the Empire. But that was long ago, and the Force had long since carried all of that emotion away. Ben could just pick up the echoes, if he tried, but they weren’t what he was looking for.
You don’t belong here, said a voice.
Ben opened his eyes. “Hi, Grandpa.”
You know I’m not really your grandfather, said Anakin Skywalker. For one thing, my grandson hasn’t listened to me for years.
“I know,” said Ben. “I’m sorry about that. Things turned out -- better, for me.”
Yes, said Anakin. He looked like the man he’d been before his Fall. Younger than Ben, except around the eyes. The Force is always bigger than we expect it to be, isn’t it? Turns out there’s enough room for everything to happen, somewhere.
“Yeah, I was surprised about that, too,” said Ben, as dry as he could make it. He didn’t get a laugh, but the corner of his grandfather’s mouth ticked up, just a little.
So, grandson who listens to me, what do you want to know?
Ben shrugged. He had his big heart-to-heart with his own version of Anakin already, and it had been weird and cathartic and nothing Ben ever wanted to repeat. “I was hoping -- do you know how I get home? Or even how to just, I don’t know, send a message, tell them I’m all right.”
But Anakin shook his head. Sorry, kid. For a moment he flickered, blurring into the way he’d looked at the end of his life, bald and scarred. There are paths in the Force to everything that’s ever happened, or could happen. But I’ve been dead for a long time. If I left this universe I don’t think I’d find my way back. And if I were going to go -- nothing against your universe, but there are other ones I’d look for.
“That’s fair,” said Ben. He could imagine the kind of universe Anakin would look for. Maybe one where, if there was still a tomb here at all, the effigy on the lid was a woman with more lines on her face than her daughter. How big a change would that universe need, to exist? As far as Ben knew, the only thing separating Ben’s universe from this one was that he hadn’t lost his shit at Luke and burned down the Temple.
Was there a choice some other Anakin made, or didn’t make, that sent his whole galaxy down a brighter path? Which one was it?
“Do you know what he did, that I didn’t?” Ben asked. “I mean, besides the obvious. Why he did -- that -- instead of anything else he could have done.”
I think you’d have to ask him yourself, Anakin said.
“If we’re ever in the same star system, I’m going to be too busy trying to fucking kill him,” said Ben. “So if you’ve got any suggestions for how to stop wanting to do that, I’m all ears.”
I’m definitely the wrong person to ask about that, said Anakin. I think you might actually be this galaxy’s leading expert in not falling to the Dark Side.
“No,” said Ben. “Ma has more practice.”
Yeah, but you were pushed harder.
“Tied for first, maybe,” Ben allowed.
Sure. If you like. Anakin pushed up off the floor -- Ben noticed that, standing, his blue, semitransparent feet floated about a half-inch above it -- and said, I wish there was more I could tell you. But he’s been closed off to me for a long, long time.
“I get it,” Ben said. Which wasn’t exactly true, because Force ghosts never made any fucking sense, not really. But he knew that this wasn’t where his answers would come from. “So, uh. Should I go, or…?”
Leia’s waiting for you, Anakin said. He reached out to the tomb, his spectral hand floating a half-inch from the peaceful, unlined marble face. It’s okay. I’m going to stay for a while. May the Force be with you, Ben.
“Thanks,” said Ben. He left his grandparents to their rest.
#i have already written the ending and i think i know what goes in the bits between this and that now!#wish me luck with. yknow. actually writing it#ben solo vs. the darkest timeline#star wars#i wrote a thing
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16.
Robyn and Chris spent the whole day shopping and taking photos so she could make a scrapbook for memories. Their journey was actually beginning, and it would begin tonight with what Chris had planned for them. There was no way they would leave Paris without him proposing to her. It was something that was a constant thought, and he couldn't wait. He took her everywhere her heart desired and watched happily as she tried on different clothes, shoes, and whatever else caught her eye. He would buy the whole store for her if she wanted him too. He helped her pick dresses, and honestly all of them looked good on her––– she just had that power, she could make anything look good. She was the most beautiful girl in the world, and he was eternally grateful for her.
He had to wait for her to fall asleep to slip away and do what he needed to do before night came. It seemed time was rushing because it was now evening and he felt his anxiety pick up––– he was so nervous, so jittery, he couldn't sit still for the life of him. He went to the jewelry store he saw earlier to see if he could find the perfect ring. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he trusted that he would know when he spotted it.
He entered the store and was greeted right away. He smiled and walked over to the section that held engagement rings, and they all shone brightly in his face. He looked at all of them carefully, seeing which one would catch his attention. He went through each row and walked down further not seeing anything striking until he reached the end––– there it was. The ring. It was beautiful, and Robyn just had to have it. He informed the store associate that had been following him quietly waiting to be summoned what he wanted. The woman smiled before getting it out and handing it over to him. "It's a 14K white gold Swarovski ring, the stones are made of crystals." That sealed the deal for him because he knew how much Robyn loved Swarovski crystals and to have a ring like that was a must. "I'll take it." She smiled and said she would have everything ready for him in a moment. Meanwhile, he kept looking around for other pieces of jewelry. He ended up buying her earrings and a bracelet that had similar details to the ring.
"Thank you." He said then smiled sweetly at the associate
"Good luck tonight, sir. I hope she says yes."
He thanked her again before exiting the store.
-
When Robyn woke up, she was told by Chris to get dressed because they had evening plans. Everything was already laid out for her to wear including two velvet boxes at the side. She went to take a shower, and she had a knot in her stomach knowing something special was going to happen. She was dying to find out what it was so she washed thoroughly and quickly before drying herself and going into their bedroom. On the bed laid this light purple tulle dress with a strapless neckline with an A-line silhouette. Next to it was a pair of strappy sandals that matched the dress. She put them on before looking over to the mirror admiring herself. She opted to put her hair in a ponytail and not wear any makeup tonight before opening the velvet boxes. Her eyes widened at how beautiful the earrings and bracelet were. Chris definitely knew her well because she absolutely loved them.
Chris was waiting for her in the living room. He went simple deciding to wear a burgundy cable knit sweater, matching colored suede detail trainers, and black slim fit chinos. Robyn had spoiled him during this trip as well getting him a diamond encrusted watch that adorned his left wrist and a pinky ring and twin diamond encrusted bracelets that adorned his right wrist. She didn't have to get him anything, but he appreciated the fact that she wanted too.
"Reeses, you look sexy." He looked at her, and his dimples were rooted in his face seeing her. She looked like she came straight out of a fairytale––– she was his queen, and he made sure he let her know it through his actions and words.
"Thank you, you look... Wow."
She giggled, and he stood up giving her purse to her before holding her hand in his leading them out the room.
-
Chris and Robyn walked the streets of Paris laughing and running around the city as Autumn leaves drifted down. They were having so much fun from spending time at the carnival that was nearby, riding the Ferris wheel and sharing kisses under the moonlight. To them playing with sparklers and Robyn writing "YOURS" in the air as whispers of wind passed through, basking in the feel to be in a place filled with wonder, and beautiful sights embracing it with tender hearts, to them finding walkie talkies. They looked at each other, clearly having thought the same idea. Chris was crouching behind a bench, while Robyn stood near a cafe, not too far from him.
"Buttercup, do you copy?"
"Loud and clear. Over." Robyn giggled because it would be them to play with walkie talkies. They could make anything fun and that's what she loved most about their relationship. He made her laugh and she had been missing that for almost half the year before meeting him.
"Bend. Over."
"Bend what? Over."
"That ass. Over."
She giggled. "Reeses, you're nasty. Over."
"And hung... Over."
"I'm done with you. Over."
"Won't be saying that when I beat it up and make you cum. Over and out."
Chris walked over to Robyn making a face, and she laughed before kissing his lips. They placed the walkie talkies down before stumbling into the nearby dimly lit cafe. Chris held the door open for her and slapped her ass as walked past him. She gave him a wink before entering, and they took their seats. They kept it simple ordering croissants and coffee.
"Write something beautiful," Robyn told him suddenly. He took a napkin and asked for her red lipstick. He wrote his last name first then wrote her name ahead of it. She beamed before leaning over kissing him. His hand rested on her thigh stroking it lightly.
"You better chill before I pull up on your dick."
"Yuh gon put yuh pussy pon mi cock?"
Robyn looked at him amused and in shock while he laughed uncontrollably. "Christopher, I have nothing to say to you."
"I think you've bitten off more than you can chew in that department anyway."
"You better swallow your words."
"Or you can just swallow me."
"Chriiiiiiis."
He laughed softly before bringing her hand up to his lips to kiss. "Will you be able to put up with me for another year?"
"I'm looking forward to it."
-
Chris' plan was now beginning to be set in motion. He led her to this pathway that had dim lights illuminating the ground. Once they reached the end, the ocean was still and shining brightly. Soon they noticed a man on a boat was waiting for them with soft music playing. Robyn squealed and turned to him. "You planned this?" He nodded before she hugged him tightly. He helped her into the boat before getting himself in. Once they were situated the man started rowing the boat to the destination in tow.
Robyn smiled at the man. "Good evening, I'm Robyn. What's your name?"
"Bonsoir mademoiselle, I'm Enzo. How are you this evening?"
"I'm happy."
"I see, tomber amoureux de quelqu'un est très spécial. To fall in love with someone is very special."
Robyn looked at Chris lovingly before stroking his cheek. He turned his face to kiss her hand. "T'es l'amour de ma vie."
"C'est l'amour," Enzo said smiling
Robyn's eyes widened, and he laughed at her expression. "If you wanted my panties all you had to do was ask."
Enzo and Chris laughed, and Robyn held his face in her hands. "You speak French?"
"A little bit. I'm no expert, I just know some of the romantic love phrases. The simple stuff. I said you're the love of my life."
"Shit, you're really working it."
He leaned in smiling. "Not as much as I love really working you."
"Chriiiiiis we're not alone."
"Oh, no mademoiselle. Don't stop because of me, go right ahead. L'amour est dans l'air. Love is in the air."
-
They arrived where Chris told the man to take them the day before. The Eiffel Tower was just as majestic and beautiful at night as it was during the day. This is where he was going to propose to her because where better? He made sure everything was set before he brought them onto the boat. He hired a photographer to take pictures, an orchestra to play what seemed to be her favorite song at the moment, which has become their song. He could hardly wait as he got out the boat quickly and helped Robyn out. He thanked Enzo and gave him some money for his hospitality before guiding them towards the Eiffel.
The view was amazing, and Robyn couldn't put into words how much love she felt for him at this moment. It was a feeling she couldn't classify other than it being Autumn. It felt like when she received his first letter; a feeling of change and new beginnings. It was their favorite season because it's the season they fell in love, and being able to breathe in the cold air, feel his gentle touch, while having him close to keep her cozy teased her emotions and senses. He went to great lengths to make sure their mini rendezvous was perfect. It was more than she could imagine and she felt like she was floating on clouds.
Pictures were being taken secretly and when it was time Chris guided her to the deck. He stood behind her while she rested against him, laying her head on his shoulder. He looked at his watch then looked at the sky waiting for what he planned for to happen. It was now midnight in Paris. On cue, a blimp passed by slowly with the phrase "THE WORLD IS OURS... WILL YOU MARRY ME?" It didn't register in Robyn's head until after a few seconds and when she felt Chris back away from her. Her heart started pounding in her chest, and she turned cautiously seeing Chris down on one knee with the most beautiful ring she's ever laid eyes on shimmering in the light. She stood there with her hands over her mouth and tears coming down her face. She started to recognize the faint music and realized that an orchestra was here. She looked around and saw a few photographers at different corners smiling, waiting to take pictures of this glorious moment.
"There is no one else for me, I begin and end with you. I'm madly in love with you. I'm so in love that I can never fall in love again. I want you and the sunrises and the sunsets, however much we can have together. Only you have given, give, and will ever give me this feeling. You started out as my best friend, and I want you to end as my wife, will–––"
"YES."
They met each other six months ago, and she never expected they would make it here at the start. She never expected to find somebody that loved her so much. But she knew better than to measure their love in time. Their connection wasn't long, but it yielded so much growth, with the briefest, yet the most memorable encounters. Since falling in love with him she opened up, she became vulnerable, all for him because he was worth it. Everything transformed and her world was beautified. Now she was standing beyond the man that was the cause of it all. She only had one answer.
His smile was from ear to ear as he slid the ring on her finger before throwing up a thumbs up. Fireworks were in the sky, and the blimp continued to pass by saying "SHE SAID YES." and cheers were heard. Chris and Robyn went over and waved at the bystanders and onlookers before focusing on themselves. Chris spun her around as the orchestra began playing the instrumental to their song. "May I have this dance?" Robyn accepted his hand, and they began slow dancing. Their movements natural, their bodies taking over, moving on their own accord. Chris held her close before singing their song in her ear.
I, have never been so much
In love, before
What a difference a true love made in my life
So nice, so right
Loving you gave me something new
That I never felt, never dreamed of
Something's changed, no it's not the feeling I had before
Oh, it's much much more...
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Underfell: File Name not Edgy Enough #14
Chapter 14: Change
WARNING: I WANT NO RESPONSIBILITY OVER SPOILING THINGS FOR OTHERS. THAT BEING SAID, THIS IS HOW FILE NAME NOT FOUND WOULD FUNCTION IN THE AU OF UNDERFELL. BEFORE YOU READ THIS, UNLIKE THE NICE TIME OF UNDERTALE, THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED. THIS STORY WILL BE GRAPHIC, GORY, USE SWEARS LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS, AND DEAL WITH SENSITIVE SUBJECT MATTERS. FOR EXAMPLE, THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ THE FILE NAME RELOCATED SPOOF WILL KNOW HOW I PICTURE THIS VERSION OF LYNSIE COMING TO THE UNDERGROUND. IT IS NOT AN ACCIDENT. IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING DUMB. IT IS BECAUSE SHE CHOOSES TO END HER LIFE. SO TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT. I MADE IT BECAUSE I NEEDED TO LET SOME OF THIS EDGINESS OUT OF MYSELF. WHICH I GUESS MAKES UNDERFELL LYNSIE EVEN MORE TRUE TO WHO I REALLY AM. ANYWAY, ENJOY. ^_^
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Time passes slowly in my little booth. People come and go. The warmth of the bar is relaxing. The smell of fried foods and the scent of liquors mix in a strangely pleasant way. It's rather soothing really. And it's what I need right now. I need some time alone. Things with Grillby got really awkward and I just need to distance myself to reset mentally. Funny...Since the chat with Sans, that word has new meaning for me. Hard to really think that before I popped in, there was a kid running around with the power to alter time, at least in reverse, doing random shit. Fucking insane in the membrane type shit. The more I try to wrap my head around it, the more questions arise that I only have myself to answer because Sans for some reason is tight-lipped on things even for a guy without lips! Argh! I'm working myself up for no fucking reason! Just gotta calm down. Close my eyes. Take some nice long deep cleansing breaths. And everything is going to be fine. Yeah. Everything is going...to be...just...fine...
[Ding-a-ling]
My eyes blinked open at the sudden sound, one that my ears haven't picked up before. Seeing is a little on the hazy side, as for whatever reason, the bar is less lit than before. The only real source of illumination there is comes from the bar owner himself as he stands at the main door and, judging by the next sound I hear, has locked up for the night. That also explains the lack of other people in the building. The hell?
"Uh...Did I miss something?"
That has Grillby turn his head and smirk.
"Oh, so you've decided to wake up now? Heh...You need to work on your timing, pussycat."
I rub my eyes.
"I was sleeping? I barely closed my eyes for a minute."
"Oh yeah, you've been out of it for a while. Everyone has left. Gone home as they tend to do when I close. This is my place after all. My home. They don't have to go back home once out this door, but they can't stay here forever either."
Something isn't right.
"What happened with Sans and Papyrus?"
"Those two?"
He pulls the blinds over the door's window before moving to do the same with the larger bay window.
"They came by hours ago while you were snoozing. Sans tried to wake you but Papyrus was all pissy for, well, when is he not? One thing leads to another, and they left you where you laid. Something along the lines of 'you were not sleeping under their roof anyway' was said, whatever that means. So, not wanting to throw a lady out into the cold, you'll be staying here for the night. Or...Perhaps longer?"
I look at him funny for that.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Don't take it the wrong way..."
His task done, he makes his way over to my booth. His fire casting a mystical purple glow everywhere.
"Just going off Papyrus's tone, your time as a 'house guest' didn't meet his level of standers. Sans could handle you easily. Hell, I honestly think you do the guy wonders. I haven't seen him smile so much in ages. But Papyrus...I think he's happy to have you out of his metaphorical hair."
"But...That both does and doesn't make any sense."
"Such is life in a nutshell."
"But..."
He puts his hands on the table and suddenly things feel warmer.
"Look...I'm not going to force you to stay here. You can try to bang at their door and hope that Sans takes pity on you. Or in the very least, Papyrus puts you in that shed of theirs. Your only other options are to stay at the Inn or leave town. And I think we both know none of that is something you'll do. For one, the Inn is pricey and the staff can easily enter your room while you sleep. Two, you don't look like someone that handles cold as well as I do. And lastly, I think you have more dignity than to beg for sanctuary in an unwelcoming home."
I sigh and mentally kick myself. I dicked around too much with those that were willing to help me and now I'm all alone. Great. Fucking great! This is all my fault. I have no one to blame but myself for this.
"Lynsie..."
My name and his hand on my own break me from my loathing thoughts.
"I think you'll enjoy being with me. That is...If you'll give me a chance?"
Why? Why do I find him so charming? Why do I feel so safe around him? Why am I mesmerized by his seer aura? Why am I so weak to fall for any of this?
"Sure. Heh...What do I have to lose?"
Famous last words.
He smiles and gently takes me by the hand, helping me out of the booth. My legs must still be asleep because they give out and I crash into his chest. The heat. Lord, he is so hot, but in a good way. He exhibits expert control over his body's temperature unless he has to literally burn his point into an unruly patron, like a certain douche-cat. He holds me close and I end up clinging to his forearm with both arms, essentially hugging it to my chest. This heat. It calls to me. Begging my curiosity to explore. He quirks a fiery brow but doesn't complain, not even when I slide my fingers inside the sleeve of his dress shirt. My fingertips pass harmlessly through his flames and I'm entranced. Fascinating. I am fascinated by his body and the way it can feel so solid, like a corporeal form veiled in a hot rolling fire. The flames leave my fingers feeling tingly and I roll the fiery tendrils across my fingertips, stupidly forgetting that I'm holding onto his arm for a reason.
"Having fun?"
"Dude...You are so cool."
He chuckles in amusement, reaching with his free hand towards my face and cups my cheek to tilt it up towards him. I automatically freeze. His fire tingles even more on my face, almost like an electric spark rippling throughout my body. His flames dance along my skin, growing hotter yet not scalding.
"Grillby?"
"Is it wrong that I want to be selfish right now?"
Okay, brain, don't be dumb right now.
"That depends...How selfish are you wanting to be?"
He leans down, pressing his forehead to mine and locking eyes with me.
"Only a little bit. Nothing crazy. Would that be alright?"
I need some space to breathe. The air is so thick around Grillby right now that I can barely seem to keep from panting. I feel so confused. Is he just a natural flirt? Does flirt with other patrons when I'm not around? Is he ever like this with someone else? I shake my head and break away from him, not going very far due to still shitty wobbly legs, so I use the booth seat to hold myself up.
"What are we doing?"
"Is something wrong?"
He strides forward and I step backward until my back is literally against a wall. A purple glow washes over me as he looms above, planting a hand on either side of my head, effectively stopping my escape.
"This...This feels weird."
"Weird good or weird bad?"
"Just...weird."
"Are you uncomfortable?"
"Not really..."
I can't seem to make myself look at him directly, so I just end up staring at his tie.
"Is it because I'm a monster?"
"N-No! God, no. If anything that's a sweet bonus."
He grins and brings his head down to be side mine.
"Have you ever been with someone?"
I shiver and he draws his head back.
"You've never been kissed, haven't you?"
"I kissed a boy once when I was a dumb kid. But I don't count it. We all do dumb shit when we're kids."
"But that wasn't a real kiss. What I asked was if you ever been truly kissed. To experience a sudden rush from simple contact as you share trust with someone else. Have you never really done that?"
I fold my arms and look at the floor. I feel like a fool for some reason. Like I'm less of a person.
"Would you like to be?"
"Like to be what?"
"Would you like to be kissed?"
I blink several times before looking at him in disbelief.
"W-What?"
He simply smiles warmly.
"You heard me."
"...Don't tease me. I'm not in the mood to be toyed with."
"Who said I'm lying? I want to kiss you."
"...Why?"
"Heh...Wow. Never thought I'd have to explain this to someone."
"I'm getting annoyed now."
He suddenly pulls me forward, using the surprise to drape my arms around his neck, his body going flush against mine. He feels even hotter now that we're lined up with each other and I'm turning bright red. His arms slide around me, one across my lower back and the other feeling the exposed skin on the back of my neck.
"I know it might seem strange. What with we barely knowing each other. But tell me where it says that someone can't develop feelings to someone else just after one meeting?"
I remain silent as I can't really counter that. I can't control how he feels. That's his choice. And apparently, he chooses to like me.
"Well?"
"...I guess that's fine."
I feel his fingers move under the bandanna and brush against the sensitive skin. My face flushes slightly at the feeling, his touch tingles pleasantly as he traces small designs in the flesh. It feels nice. So nice that I start to relax, resting my head on his shoulder and sighing calmly against his flames. Grillby chuckles, one of his arms tightening, pulling me closer to him.
"So...If I may ask again...Can I kiss you?"
It feels so close to what I'd call a lover's embrace. To feel this want and care from another person. I want this. I want to feel this more.
"Yes. You can..."
Grillby pulls my head back and before I even have a chance to ask what he's doing, he kisses me hard. Kissing a man made of literal fire is a new experience indeed. His face is as solid as his body, but his mouth is much hotter than the rest of his flames I've felt and is kind of steamy in terms of wet heat. His tongue is solid, for the most part, but it seems to have a wispy flame that's capable of curling and winding around my own, encasing it with heated tingling magic that steals my breath as it turns my body to jello. Luckily, Grillby has a solution for this and he pins me against the wall, one hand forcing my back to arch my chest to press against his. I'm freaking out internally, so much so that I'm certain that my heart is beating hard enough that he can feel the beating with ease.
God damn, he's hot!
I know I'm the noob in all this, but I know when someone outclasses me by a huge margin. He is no doubt an expert kisser. His sharp mouth catches my bottom lip in a tender nibble and my fingers impulsively try to dig into his back. His flames are crackling and popping, a slight groan escapes him in one of his exhales that, oddly enough, sets my own heart on fire with desire. Who knew moans could be a turn on? He breaks the melding of our mouths to trail kisses along the side of my neck. I tilt my head, giving him better access and he smirks against my flesh. I grip the collar of his dress shirt with both hands, using it as a tether to reality as his every touch makes me feel dizzier and dizzier.
"You have no idea how much I want you."
This sultry burn in his voice has me shudder and a weak moan escapes me at the feel his sharp teeth grazing along my nape. This makes him look at me rather heatedly.
"Shall we take this inside? Say...to my bedroom~?"
I may be swooning over this burning hunk but I'm not that over the hill.
"Hmmm...I dunno. I think I need some more...convincing~."
He chuckles while pulling slightly out of our hold.
"Is that so? Well then...As your host, I will make sure to satisfy all your needs~."
Oh my god, what did I just unleash?
One hand loosens his tie while the other begins to unbutton his dress shirt, all done as he never even takes his eyes off of my brightly blushing face. Once his tie is pulled loose, he slings it into the floor and shirt opens to reveal the body it dressed. I'm in awe. Somehow, he has a muscular definition beneath the flames dancing across the surface. I'm compelled to touch him. He merely smiles as my hand timidly reaches out to him, my fingertips tingling with the first touches before my whole palm rests on him. My fingers splay across his chest, feeling the hardened planes, dips, and divots of a man in prime shape.
"Just when I get used to you...You only get more interesting."
"Heh...Glad to hear it, pussycat. Feel free to partake of anything and everything on this menu."
He teases and honestly, I am very tempted to do so.
"You look unsure."
"I'm just...I don't know why, but I have this odd feeling like this is wrong."
"To be fair, it kind of is. Monsters and Humans being together has been the taboo for ages. But some rules are meant to be broken. The war is over, dear. So why fight these feelings when we can make love instead?"
He grabs my chin, his face so close to mine that his eyes take up most of my vision.
"What do you say, pussycat?"
"...That was both sweet and corny at the same time."
"God, you're cute."
He abruptly pulls our hips firmly against one another.
"That innocence...It makes my soul burn."
He grinds his pelvis into mine and I can feel a distinct firmness pressing against my thighs. Needless to say, the grin he has from seeing how wide my eyes get is massive.
"Careful, if you keep that look for too long it'll stay that way."
I don't get to make a remark as he captures my lips in a deeply heated kiss. Using that to his advantage, he slides his hands down to grip my ass before lifting me off the ground, getting between my legs, and pinning me to the wall with his body. This traps my hand on his chest and the other hooks around his neck for better support, though all it really does is smoosh our faces together even more. Man, this is so not like me. I would be voicing this to stop if he wasn't grinding harder against me and I shamefully like it. Damn him! Why is he so good?! I break the kiss and pant from the sheer heat of it all.
"Grillby..."
"Yes?"
That jagged smirk of his is one made knowing he has complete power over me. The air around him really is humid right now. I feel like I'm breathing in pure heat. I think I might even be sweating.
"Tell me, Lynsie...Speak to me what you desire."
He rolls his hips particularly hard and I lose it. Eyes lulling back as my jaw drops.
"Ffffffuck...I want you..."
There go the magic words he's been waiting for. He growls a moan and he bites into my neck hard.
"You're mine."
He burns possessively into my flesh and his fire begins to consume me. Pain engulfs my being.
"Grillby!"
"Mine...Now...And forever..."
[Crash]
My eyes shoot open with a startled gasp at the sudden abrupt sound. A beer mug had slipped off the dogs' poker table. My eyes dart all around. The bar is how I remembered it. Well lit, people in it, things being normal. Then that means the experience I just had was nothing more than just a dream. A very messed up dream. My body is still feeling the effects of it. I'm trembling, my breathing is rapid, and for some reason, my soul is threatening to come out while glowing a strange pink. I hide this glow behind my hands, feeling very exposed by its presence. What the fuck was that all about anyway? And why did it feel so real? Oh god, why did I like it? Wait, had I not woken up, would I have fucked dream Grillby? Does Grillby even have a dick? How would a Monster like him have sex anyway? It was probably just my head giving him a dick because that's what it guesses by just looking at him. Dude looks like a human but on fire, yeah, he has a dick. What the fuck is wrong with my subconsciousness?!
"Pussycat?"
I nearly leap out of the booth from Grillby's voice. The man finished cleaning the mess and is checking on my unusual behavior as any decent person would.
"Are you alright?"
He looks at me with concern and I try not to picture him as the same guy I just naughty dreamed about.
"*nervous* Y-Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay."
"Are you sure? You don't look so hot?"
I dry swallow a lump in my throat. Flashes of that dream coat him in my eyes. God, he's so fucking hot!
"I...I had a weird dream...I'm just...I..."
I can't seem to get the words out.
"Must've been one hell of a nightmare if it's got you this shaken. Why don't I bring you something to drink. Sipping on something tends to have a calming effect."
I nod my head and he leaves me. I sneak a peek behind my hands, the glow is still there and I don't know for how much longer it will last. I'm so uncomfortable and warm. How long was I sleeping? Will Sans and Papyrus be coming soon? God, I've never wanted to go home more in my life. He returns with, surprisingly, a coffee mug that contains soda.
"I hope this helps."
I just stare into the bubbling mug.
"I hope so too."
I wait for him to leave so I can grab the mug without him seeing this glow, but for some damn reason he is just standing there and watching me.
"Is this a new form of drinking? Stare at it long enough and it will go into you?"
"I'll drink it. I just...have things on my mind..."
"What kind of things?"
"Just...things..."
I refuse to take my eyes off the mug. I fear looking at him will only make this weirdness increase. Grillby sighs and rubs his forehead in thought of his own.
"Look...Is this because what that idiot said? Don't let some drunk's ramblings get to you."
"That's not it."
"Are you upset with me?"
"No."
"Then why won't you look at me."
"Because."
"Because why? Talk to me. I can help."
"Stop it."
"Pussycat?"
"Leave me alone!"
I didn't mean to snap at him. But at this point, I'm frightened. The glow is getting stronger and I can feel my soul pushing against my hands, trying to force its way out. Grillby on his end did not like this.
"What's with you? Why are you acting like this? Why won't you just...look..."
His words taper off in confusion as the glow becomes noticeable to him, my hands not being able to hide it as well anymore.
"Lynsie?"
Hearing my name leave him sets off something in my soul and it pushes harder to come out. I'm now clawing my fingers into my chest just to keep this shield I'm making from coming undone.
"Okay...*wince* This is starting to hurt now..."
Putting two and two together, Grillby's eyes widen and he sits beside me, trying to use his natural light to hide mine. Meanwhile, my brain is having a freaking panic attack because the hot guy that caused all this is now pulling me against his side and has his arms around me to add his own weight to my efforts.
"What are you doing?"
"Shhhhh...You need to calm down. I'll talk you through this. I just need you to trust me."
I know why he's doing this. The monsters in the bar don't know what a human looks like, that's the good news. The bad news is, they know what a human soul looks like. And if this baby were to be spotted shining like the freaking sun, well, I can kiss my ass goodbye as I'd be a dead human for sure.
"W-What do I do?"
I try to keep my voice down, though gritting my teeth in pain isn't helping much.
"Close your eyes."
"What?"
"Do it."
I'm a bit reluctant as I know how my head works. It tends to go wild with imagination when able to not focus on the real world. But I can't fight this on my own. I do as told.
"Now what?"
"You need to think sad thoughts. The more painful the better."
"...Why?"
"I'll explain after we get your soul under control. Now please..."
"Okay."
I think back. Way back into my memory. I know a particularly sad point to look for. I like to think everyone can remember the first time they felt certain emotions. For me, I remember the first time I knew sadness...it was also the first time I knew of death.
I was but a child of age five. Mom was enrolling my brother and me into school. I wasn't excited about that. It was late, my brother came running into the house screaming for mom over and over with something in his hands. While coming back home, he spotted something white in dark grass and when he got closer it turned out to be a newborn kitten. Poor thing, couldn't be more than maybe an hour or two old and the poor baby was, unfortunately, being swarmed by ants. Not wanting to leave this creature to die, since the mom was nowhere, he rushed it home and mom was able to wash off the attacking bugs. The cries it made, strong and loud with life. We named the kitten Fate, calling it a blessing that it was able to escape such a twist in its luck. We made a makeshift bed for it out of a laundry basket, stuffed it with a thick blanket and a hot water bottle to have it simulate being with a living cat. I recall mom feeding it for a long time before she made us go to bed. By morning, the kitten was still with us. Mom fed it as she did us. The thought of this kitten joining our family made my day. Not even the school junk damped my mood. But of course you can't bring a kitten with you to school, so we left Fate with our grandparents until we got back. I remember so clearly petting that sweet little baby and wishing it pleasant dreams. Time passes quickly in the mind of a child. I don't remember the school part of this day at all. But when we came back to their house, the first thing I did was run to that kitten as fast as I could. I was so happy to see it. I picked it up...and it wasn't moving. I held it close...and I didn't feel it breathing. I remember the tears started to fall before I tried calling for help. I went to my Nana and the words left me without thinking. "Fate's dead!" I had never known of death. To this day, I still have no clue how I knew what it was. But I knew it. Mom tried to console me. It didn't work. When dad came home from work, we placed Fate in a perfume box and buried him directly under what at the time was our parents' bedroom window. In time, that became my room when dad added another room to the house so my brother and I didn't share a room. I would whisper to that window each night and tell Fate that I missed them. We may have only had Fate for less than a day, but that kitten left a huge impact on my heart. Time kept going. Mom and Dad split up. We lost the house and moved in with the grandparents. But we lived in the same neighborhood so I was always able to visit Fate. Even when I was a teen and the house came down, I would still visit the grave site. But then...After grandpa died, Nana lost her home too. We all had to move and we moved so far away too, another part of the state. I never got to say goodbye. I've lost Fate all over again. It hurts so much!
"Shhhhhh...It's okay, pussycat...It's okay...You're okay..."
Grillby's voice is so soft. But hearing it turns my senses back on and I realize what's happening. I am clinging to this man and sobbing into his shoulder like a baby. For the most part, his clothes protect him from my tears. But as more soak him, the liquid sadness starts to seep deeper, barely touching him and making the faintest sizzling sound as it evaporates. I let him go and use the bandanna to wipe my face.
"Sorry...*sniffle* Got lost in the memory. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
He shakes his head with a smile.
"What? This? No, you didn't hurt me. I barely felt anything really. It would take a lot more than some tears to put me out."
I sigh with relief and his smile grows.
"Awww...You do care."
I want to smack him and yet I just smile.
"Yeah...I do."
He sort of freezes up at that and I try to calm down from all this zaniness. I hate emotional roller coasters. Up, down, up, down, loop, twist, loop, twist...Too much! Makes my head hurt. I finally take a drink from the mug and am happy that it isn't flat. What makes me feel even better is that, when I finally notice it, my soul has returned to stay in my body and the glow is gone. I guess, now that I'm okay, it's time to make things super awkward.
"So...Is it alright to ask what just happened?"
That little question seems to have his face burning a slightly brighter shade of color.
"Um..."
He rubs the back of his head bashfully and now I'm uncertain I even want to know anymore.
"Uh...Before I say anything, I need to ask you something."
"Okay...?"
"Your mom, or the person you called mom...Was that...?"
"Dude, chill. That wasn't my birth mom on the phone. It was my adoptive monster mom. We live in the Ruins and she likes it that I call her on the regular."
That seems to take some load off him.
"Okay...Makes a bit more sense now."
His hands tap on his legs a bit. The poor guy acts like he's about to give me "the talk" to a kid.
"Alright...um...You know how sometimes when you feel certain emotions, your soul kind of reacts with it?"
Wait what?
"Maybe?"
Good god, do not tell me he is giving me "the talk".
"Well...*heavy sigh* When a mommy and daddy really love each other..."
I just cough into a fit of giggles at the sudden twist that went and he laughs along with me.
"Ah man...You should see the look on your face..."
"Dude, I'm looking at you and thinking 'he is not about to say what I think he is'. And then you say that...*snickering* Fucking epic..."
I drink some more as he too settles down.
"*sigh* That was nice...Either way, the reason your soul went all crazy was because you were aroused."
Soda shoots out of my mouth like a fireman's hose. Lucky for Grillby this wasn't aimed at him.
"What the fuck?!"
My reaction only has him laughing even harder than before and now I'm not happy. It takes him a moment to notice the "I'm going to dump this cup on you" look I have and he promptly regains himself.
"Heh...It was a joke?"
My stare only increases in strength.
"Okay, okay...I overstepped there. I admit that was completely stupid and that is not something to tease around like it's no big deal."
"Thank you."
"However..."
Oh my god, what now?
"That overwhelming surge of feeling in your soul was because of strong emotion. It happens quite commonly for us monsters. I don't know about how your kind works when it comes to things like this..."
"Believe me, this is all new to me. I think it's because there's magic down here. The exposure is awakening long dormant things in my body's genetic code. Epigenetics, I think that's what it's called."
"What's that?"
"Epigenetics is the study of changes in organisms caused by modification of gene expression rather than alteration of the genetic code itself. In simple terms, let's say your DNA is like your bar menu, with all those options to pick from. But to make you the you that you are, some of those options are locked behind a restricted VIP program. Now, under certain conditions, like a limited time special event, some of these options can unlock. It happens a lot with some domesticated animals. Some farm pigs after getting loose will become hairier, grow tusks, and get aggressive like normal wild hogs."
"Huh. So, since humans haven't had magic, their expression involving it became 'locked'?"
"Exactly. And since I've been here where magic is bountiful, this part has 'unlocked'."
"I suppose that makes sense. Explains why you didn't know how to handle that surge."
"Is something like that really so common?"
"Mostly among those that hit puberty, what with hormones going crazy and stuff like that. Adults can have it too, but it's usually for...certain reasons."
I really don't want to know what that means.
"Now I don't know what caused you to have such feelings. Maybe something you dreamed about...?"
Knowing my mind will start thinking of smoking hot dream Grillby, I slam my face to the table and hide the blush of shame coming to me.
"Um...Pussycat?"
"I don't want to talk about it. In fact..."
I slide the mug over to him.
"I would consider this a huge favor and would owe you if you fill this cup with something that would make me forget that damn dream."
"...Are you sure?"
"Grillby...please..."
I hate myself so much right now. Softly I feel his hand slide over mind as he takes the mug and the contact sends shivers through my body in a wave. I hope to god he didn't feel it or notice it.
"Anything in particular?"
"Not really. Though, that punch from earlier was nice. I just don't want to taste the booze."
He leaves the booth but not before petting my head gently and I hate myself even more because once he's gone I end up missing the feeling of him being around me. What is wrong with me? Why am I suddenly feeling all this? Am I sick? I have to be. It's the only logical answer. I stew like this for a while till Grillby returns. Lord, he works wonders. This punch tastes even better than before. The first mug of it is done in no time at all. And at this rate, I'm not going to remember anything for a very long time.
[Much time passes]
The clock has ticked away the final moments of the work time the brothers were scheduled for. Now was the time they were to return to their home and rest. No humans came by their stations, a very normal day as usual. The only difference in their routine is the quick stop at Grillby's they'll need to make to collect their "pet". When Sans had checked in on her before during his break, she wasn't drunk and her good company had him feeling odd. He hoped she was still sober and behaving well for Papyrus's sake. Yeah...Only half of that came true when they opened the door to the barkeep's shop.
Most patrons are doing what they do normally. But one was in a very social mood. The human leans on the jukebox, a drink of bubbling water in her hand and muttering what Sans could tell were some very raunchy things to Punk Hamster who seemed more than happy to listen to such chatter. They approach the bar as Grillby finishes pouring some shots.
"Ah, gentlemen. Is it that time already?"
"SAVE THE PLEASANTRIES, GRILLBY. JUST FILL ME IN ON HER BEHAVIOR."
"Pussycat? She's been a good girl. An absolute dream."
Almost as if on cue, a loud slap is heard and Punk Hamster is knocked off his seat.
"Touch my ass again! I fucking dare you! Handsy prick."
Sans snickers and Papyrus rolls his eyes.
"A DREAM YOU SAY?"
"Clearly that was his fault."
"CLEARLY...SANS, COLLECT HER SO WE MAY LEAVE."
"sure, boss. heh...this'll be fun."
Sans goes over to the human while Grillby coughs to get Papyrus's attention.
"So, Papyrus...I have an offer to tempt you with."
"IF IT'S ABOUT ME PAYING OFF SANS'S TAB, FORGET IT. HE DUG HIS HOLE, HE CAN CLIMB OUT ON HIS OWN."
"No, no...I know better than to bark up that tree. This is about the girl."
Papyrus cocks his eyes.
"GO ON."
"Alright...This arrangement of the two of you dropping her off here while you're at work, I'm more than fine with it. But what if you boys were able to gain something out of her time here?"
"...I'M LISTENING."
"I propose she works here while under my watch."
That made Papyrus snort a laugh.
"YOU THINK SHE IS REALLY CAPABLE LISTENING TO YOU?"
Grillby folds his arms with a smirk.
"Is a demonstration in order?"
Papyrus glares.
"PROVE TO ME YOU CAN COMMAND HER AND I MIGHT JUST ENTERTAIN THIS 'JOB' IDEA OF YOURS."
"Very well..."
By this time, Sans was helping her walk out of that corner and not trip over Punk Hamster who now is passed out on the floor.
"Lynsie..."
Her head perks up at her name.
"Can you come behind the bar for a moment?"
She leaves Sans's side, all be it a tad wobbly, and makes her way around to now stand by the elemental.
"Papyrus wants a drink. Can you make it for him?"
She eyes the both of them and even Sans is confused by it.
"Okay...What drink is it?"
Grillby slides a menu to Papyrus.
"uh...bro?"
"THE OLD FASHIONED. ADD CHERRIES."
Grillby takes back the menu.
"I've never made that."
"Follow my instructions. You'll do just fine."
The brothers watch as after a few whispers in her ear, she gets to making the drink. In a glass, she places a sugar cube in before wetting it down with two dashes of Angostura bitters and a short splash of club soda. She crushes the remaining cube with a glass mixer then stirs the glass so that the sugar grains and bitters give it a lining. Lastly, she adds a single large ice cube, pours in some bourbon, and tops it off with two cherries joined at the stem.
Grillby smiles and pats her head for a drink well made, making her giggle. Papyrus eyes the drink before him, taking it and breathing deeply the scent of it. Sans knows his brother would never drink it. Papyrus sees alcohol as trash and would never taint his body with the stuff. So his confusion over why he ordered a drink only grew as Papyrus continued to examine the beverage. Eventually, Papyrus takes the cherries and eats them off the stems before putting the glass down.
"Well?"
Grillby waits as Papyrus closes his eyes and rumbles with somewhat annoyance.
"...I WILL THINK ABOUT IT."
"think about what?"
"Good. In the meantime, I'll set things up and await your decision."
"Huh?"
"COME, GIRL. WE'RE LEAVING."
Papyrus heads out to leave while Sans and the human are sharing confused looks before following him.
"um...mind telling me what that was about?"
"I'd like a heads up too if that's cool?"
Papyrus says nothing all the way back to their house. Merely heading inside and going to the bathroom to wash his mouth out of the foul taste the liquor left. Sans and Lynsie just watched him before again sharing confused looks.
"Is he okay?"
"i have no idea...hey...are you sober right now?"
"Yeah. Been coming out it for the last hour or so."
"then why couldn't ya walk right?"
"I sat on my leg and it fell asleep. Damn thing is slowly un-numbing."
"huh...got any clue what they were on about?"
"Not really. Unless Grillby asked him about hiring me."
"oh. wait...what?"
"Grillby offered me a job at the bar."
"when did that happen?"
"Like ten minutes after you left."
"and? did you take the job or what?"
"I'll tell you what I told Grillby. Whether I want to take the job or not means nothing since I'm on 'house arrest'. It's up to Pap and you if I even get to think about taking it."
She kicks off her shoes and heads into the kitchen.
"what are ya doing now?"
"What's it look like? I'm making dinner before Papyrus bitches me out to do so."
She disappears into the kitchen and Sans flips her off while he can get away with it.
"Rough day, Smiley Trashbag?"
So taunts Flowey from his seat on the couch. A place that has Sans looking at him funny.
"okay, i gotta ask, how the hell do ya move around when you're stuck in a freaking pot?"
Flowey smirks teasingly.
"Wouldn't you like to know."
Sans rubs the bridge of his nasal hole in growing frustration.
"that's why i ask, dickweed."
"Think about it, bonehead..."
Vines sprout out of the soil and act like spider legs as he hops the pot off the couch.
"It's not that difficult to imagine."
Flowey heads into the kitchen with the human and Sans's left eye twitches unsure of what he just saw.
"ugh...the fuck is with this day? *deep sigh*"
Maybe a shower would make him feel better. Sans makes his way upstairs just as Papyrus exits the bathroom to head downstairs.
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"
"to maybe scrub this day off my bones. what's it to you?"
"THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?"
"nothing! just leave me alone."
Sans brushes past his brother and shuts himself int the bathroom, missing out on the small frown Papyrus makes. Papyrus slowly descends the stairs and rests his bones on the couch. Maybe a tiny moment of being lethargic will ease his soul.
"Everything okay with you boys?"
The human peeks her head out to ask. He barely acknowledges her.
"NOTHING OF YOUR CONCERN, HUMAN."
She pouts before ducking her head back in. There are some whispers and she enters the living room to stand in front of him. Papyrus glares.
"WHAT?"
"You look like you could use some help."
He groans and stares up at the ceiling.
"I REQUIRE NO HELP FROM YOU. GO BACK AND COOK."
She sighs.
"Proud and stubborn even when I'm throwing you a bone."
He was about to remark on such wording when he suddenly felt her tug on his boot.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
He now finds her kneeling on the floor and pulling the aforementioned boot off.
"You're letting your pride blind you. If you'll let me, I can take some of that stress away."
"AND WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY DO?"
"Depends...Will you allow me to touch you?"
That made his sockets widen faintly and his jaw clench. She rolls her eyes and pulls the second boot off before pulling off his thick black socks. Still receiving no word to stop her actions, mostly because he's too confused and intrigued to speak, she begins to massage his feet. This has his head thrown back for entirely good reasons.
"Don't worry, Papyrus, this will have you feeling much better in no time."
There are twenty-six bones and thirty joints, twenty at least are articulate, in an adult human. There is a tibia, fibula, tarsus (7): talus, calcaneus, cuneiforms (3), cuboid, and navicular, metatarsus (5): first, second, third, fourth, and fifth metatarsal bone, and phalanges (14). Papyrus is not human, clearly, but his skeletal structure is similar in many ways. This at least gives something for the human to work with in terms of reference. She warms up his foot by doing some basic stretches. Gently stretching the foot up and down, around in circles. One hand cupping and supporting the heel while the other hand moves the foot at the ankle joint. When ready for the next step, she rests his ankle on her knee, and, accounting for his lack of flesh, squeezes the foot with both hands starting at the toes then work her way up to above the ankles before moving back down. Her hands always keeping a tender control of his appendage.
"MMMMMM...THAT DOES FEEL NICE..."
"I'm only getting started. You have a lot of stress built up in these metatarsals. But it's nothing a little elbow grease can't fix."
Now instead of squeezing, she now uses both hands and twists the foot in opposite directions starting at the toes before working up to the ankles then back down. Several loud pops leave his joints and he claws the couch cushions with a jaw clenched tight.
"Too much?"
He shakes his head, refusing to speak to keep embarrassing sounds from escaping and making him seem weak. Little did he know that this was only a mere warm-up. Using the fingers of both her hands to do strokes on the top of the foot and her thumbs do strokes on the bottom. Again, she starts at the toes before working up to the ankles and back down. Trying to find the grooves between the bones and joints of his foot, applying the more tender strokes in those areas. His resolve was weakening rapidly, taking more out of him than some of his hardest training. Yet she isn't done. Her focus was now on his toes. At the bases of where his toes bend, the metatarsophalangeal joints, she moves her fingers on top of the foot and her thumb on the bottom, making circular motions at these areas for all five toes. He starts wriggling in her hold now.
"You okay? If you want me to stop, I will."
"KEEP GOING..."
"Are you sure?"
"DO IT!"
"Okay...Just making sure you're comfortable."
"I AM COMFORTABLE."
"Your bones tell a different story. And before you deny it, I can feel you tense."
He growls until she pops his ankle again and he groans loudly.
"Now, I'll suggest this only once. Relax. You'll feel better."
She doesn't move from her position and he sighs to himself in annoyed relent. Only when she feels him give in to being at ease does she continue once more. Restarting with the little toe, she uses her index and middle finger on top of the toe while her thumb is on the bottom then, starting at the base of the toe, she massages to the tip of the toe then makes a circle with the toe. This was followed that by gently pulling on the toe, eliciting pop after pop from each toe and a small moan from him each time.
"There we go. Those are the moans of a man that's enjoying himself."
"*RUMBLE* DO NOT MOCK ME, HUMAN..."
"Never. I'm only commenting on how well my work is making you feel."
"JUST...*GROAN* SHUT UP...*MOAN* BUT DO CONTINUE..."
"Heh...As you wish."
She continues with the toes by running her four fingers into the four spaces between the toes. Starting from the top of the foot to the bottom, she does several gentle back and forth movements. Finishing the toes by using her index finger on top and thumb on the bottom, gently massaging the toe spaces, stroking the spaces by pulling towards her. His toes curl and this soft coo leaves him, earning a smile from the human. Nearing her end, she moves her focus to the bottom of the foot. Using her thumbs to make circular motions, she strokes up, down, and side to side along the bones. After a moment or two, she finishes the foot massage by doing light strokes with her fingers on top of the foot and her thumbs on the bottom, kneading into him starting at the toes then working up above the ankles. By the time she sets his foot down, Papyrus is already seeing stars. So when she takes his other foot in her hand as to get ready to begin again, he shuts his eyes and lounges back fully. Now he could really get used to this.
Up in the bathroom, Sans having finished washing just stands in the tub and lets the shower cascade his bones in its steamy goodness. The steam from the water rises up and makes the air incredibly warm. The smell of soap sprinkles the atmosphere with an alluring aroma that fills his senses. It's like a mini-paradise in his own home. With closed sockets, he let the water bounce off your face. His hands stretch up to feel the streams, water pools slightly in his palms and fall between his fingers. If only all problems could wash away this easily. After a good fifteen minutes or so, he finally turns off the water and starts to dry himself off, mumbling a short swear now realizing his slippers are in his bedroom.
*pop*
*GROAN*
That had Sans pause in the middle of his fluffy towel dry time. The first sound wasn't quite loud enough for him to register, but that second one, that sounded like Papyrus. Maybe he just stubbed his toe or something dumb like that.
*pop*
*MOAN*
Okay...What the fuck?
"*muffled* YES, HUMAN...HARDER...MMMMMM...RIGHT THERE...JUST LIKE THAT..."
No way his brother, the great and terrible prude, would be fooling around in the living room with the human. For one, his brother has impossibly high standards. And two, it's the fucking human! No way...
*GROAN*
That's it! Time to crash this fucked up party! Sans rushes out in nothing but a towel and only gets as far as the top of the stairs when the sight on the couch has any messed up thoughts that he once had to burn out into general confusion. The human is merely rubbing Papyrus's foot, something that he's surprised Papyrus let her do in the first place, but for some reason, the taller skeleton on the couch is all too content with being touched like this and being way too vocal for Sans's liking.
"the hell are you two doing?"
Papyrus doesn't bother looking at Sans, he just continues to lull his head side to side when a joint is so tenderly worked on. The human, however, does turn to see him but never stops her handy work.
"I'm giving him a massage. You want a turn too? I'm about to finished with Pap here."
"YOU ARE DONE WHEN I SAY YOU'RE DONE. AND YOU ARE NOT..."
A loud series of pops come from his toes all at once when she curls them a particular way and all fight leaves the aggro-skeleton in one long moan before he lays still in somehow exhaustion.
"As I said, he's done for now. I can take care of you too if you want to that is?"
Sans looks at her. Her face is calm and seems unusually soft in her expression. Perhaps she does mean well in her intentions. He then looks at Papyrus. If he had a tongue it would be dangling out of his mouth shamefully. He does look relaxed...maybe a bit too relaxed.
"i think i'll pass."
"You sure?"
"yeah. maybe after we get out grub on. speaking of which...?"
"Oh. Flowey's got it covered."
That earned her a funny look from him.
"What's with that face? He's only watching the oven. We're having one of Papyrus's dishes tonight."
His skull scrunched up with displeasure at the thought of pasta once more being on his plate.
"ugh...why aren't ya cooking something?"
She stands up and rolls her shoulders as her back straightens.
"Because the last time I did, this fella threw a fit a smacked me. Besides, there's not enough time to make something from scratch."
"not enough time?"
"I don't know you boys' sleep schedule. And I really don't want to mess with his."
She points to Papyrus and all Sans could do was shrug in agreement.
"If at all possible, I'd like to pick up a few things at the shop so things like this don't happen."
Sans sighs and rubs his skull.
"make a list. i'll see what i can do later. are we still good on eggs?"
"If I remember right, we have enough for a decent meal in the morning. But that's it."
"shit..."
"Hey..."
Her voice sounded a bit off and it got his attention.
"How long have you been in just a towel?"
Oh, now she notices. Wait, she's only now noticing? How did she not notice? He knew he was no prince charming, but a little reaction to seeing him like this would be a much-wanted boost to his ego. Maybe he could use this. Maybe he can try out that dumb pet name he uncreatively came up with.
"been like this the whole time. why? see something ya like...kitten?"
Yeah, he'd win no awards on originality any time soon. But the effect was what he was going for and he got it. Her expression faltered, with eyes looking at him in puzzlement and the gears grinding behind them trying to understand the fuck she just heard.
"Did you just...?"
The crooked grin smearing his skull was priceless.
"what's the matter, kitten? cat got your tongue?"
Now emotion left her face, not showing anything good but nothing bad either. Just flat dullness.
"Grillby has tainted you."
He chuckles as she heads into the kitchen.
"ah come on, where ya going?"
"To see if dinner is ready."
"awww...is the kitten shy about seeing a naked guy?"
"You're in a towel! Go put on some damn pants!"
That got his metaphorical gut to bust. He was laughing so much he needed to brace himself on the railing so he wouldn't fall on his not real ass. There is just something about messing with her he really enjoys. Maybe it's the look that comes to her when he eggs her on just right. Maybe it's the fight he can see as she tries not to enjoy it. Or maybe, just maybe, deep down in the pits of his soul getting a rise out of her makes him forget that she's human and in that tiny moment, she looks like something he might find...cute. Or he can just be a huge prick that gets his rocks off pissing her off. Who knows. What does happen though, is all the ruckus stirs Papyrus from his haze and it takes him a moment to notice things.
"THE HELL...? SANS?"
Sans calms down and wipes away the laughing tears with glee.
"sup?"
"WHY ARE YOU GALLAVANTING IN A TOWEL?"
"eh. thought i'd enjoy the breeze."
Papyrus didn't find this funny, but he also didn't care enough to make a fuss.
"GO PUT SOME CLOTHES ON. NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YOU LIKE THIS, ESPECIALLY ME."
There was no yelling. No rage. No fight. No demand. It was a simple request with a basic comment made. Sans is shocked by this. So much so, he merely nods and does as a told. Something that even takes Papyrus by surprise. The sound of cutlery being moved around gets his attention but he doesn't get the chance to investigate the cause. The human pokes her head out, goes back in after seeing him, and comes out with food a couple seconds later that she brings to him. The sight of a familiar dish and delicious aroma bring a small smile to his skull.
"ONE OF MINE?"
"I thought you'd like it."
He gladly accepts the plate.
"HMMMMM..."
"Everything okay?"
"JUST THINKING."
"About?"
He looks at her.
"WHY AREN'T YOU THIS PLEASANT ALL THE TIME?"
She snickers.
"I can ask you the same thing. But the non-stupid answer is an easy one. Because I know when someone needs a break. This world ain't easy. Even more so down here. I know I joke around and act dumb, but that's just me...trying to avoid the real shit going on. But that doesn't mean I don't see it."
She rubs her arm sheepishly and he cocks his eyes at this change in her.
"I...I owe you both for taking me in. Keeping me out of the guard's most wanted list. And I know I haven't been the most grateful when it comes to showing this. I want to change that. I want to show that I'm not just some stupid human taking advantage of circumstance. I want...*choke* I want..."
She covers her mouth and appears to struggle with speaking what she wants to say.
"I'll let you eat in peace."
She turns to leave but a snap of his fingers gets her attention.
"COME HERE."
She opens her mouth to give an excuse but he gestures her over and she knows better than to disobey. She takes a seat on the couch and uncomfortably looks at the floor. Papyrus groans before placing his hand on top of her head, ever so softly petting her much to her confusion.
"..."
"SPEAK, GIRL."
"I'm afraid to ask why you're doing this."
"IF YOU MUST KNOW...I THINK IT'S IMPORTANT TO REINFORCE POSITIVE BEHAVIOR."
"Oh."
The tinge of disappointment in her tone made a small part of him feel good. It gave him a way to tell that she was being true with her words. And more importantly to his ego, she respected him enough to come out and tell him that. A brave move. One he could respect as well. Maybe he could give her an inch this one time. Perhaps if he did, this change in her would be more of a long-term thing.
"THAT...AND I SUPPOSE, SOMETIMES I DON'T ALWAYS GIVE YOU THE INCENTIVE TO BE GOOD EITHER."
That had her looking up at him now. Her eyes. Something about them always had a knack for getting him to focus on her once those shimmering ocular orbs were in his sights. He was able to see so much in them. Like windows into her inner workings. Though he also found himself curious at times when those eyes would change in hue. Very subtle or all at once. Kind of like right now in fact. Those eyes held a look that had long since left the Underground. In those softly tinted brown eyes, there was hope.
"Maybe we can fix that?"
A compromise? Fine. He'll humor her for now.
"HOW DO YOU SUPPOSE WE DO THAT?"
"Hmmmmm...The way I see it, the world sucks and we can't always do something about it. But home is a different matter. I will do my best to leave my issues outside and be like this, the nice girl, as long as you can do the same. Not counting personal stuff that dare not leave the privacy of our inner vaults and never sees the light of day, unless there's an emergency."
That...That actually makes sense.
"AGREED. BUT YOU HAVE TO NOT BECOME SOME LITTLE BITCH. IF I WANT A ROBOT TO KISS MY ASS I'LL HAVE METTATON DO IT."
"*giggle* So are you saying that you like me? My personality at least. I already know where I stand as a human to you."
"AS GRATING AS YOUR PERSONALITY CAN BE, IT IS THE YOU I'M USED TO. DO NOT CHANGE. I HATE CHANGE."
"Awww...What a sweet thing for you to say. Thank you, Papy."
That made him flinch.
"I ruined the moment didn't I? Damn it. I really need to work on my people skills."
He removes his hand and begins eating, now ignoring her. Though she remains seated near him with a warm smile.
"YOU CAN GO NOW. I'M SURE YOU REQUIRE SUBSTANCE AS WELL."
She nods.
"I enjoyed this. I hope we can keep this going between us."
She takes her leave to the kitchen as Sans ventures out of his room now fully clothed in a loose shirt, shorts, and his slippers. Slowly descending the stairs with a mix of both comfort and unease. His brother was unusually calm. It made him feel like he had to walk on eggshells or Papyrus would revert to his more aggressive side and no one wants that.
"how's it going, bro?"
Papyrus pauses to look at his brother and then continues to eat. Okay...At least he's not being loud.
"That you, Sansy-boy?"
He flinched at the name. Guessing it's time to pay for the "kitten" thing.
"yeah, i'm down here."
"Mind joining me for a second?"
Well, this could only mean good things. That or the human was going to do something stupid. His gold was on the latter. He tucked his hands in his pockets and waltzed his way over to her.
"what's up, kiddo?"
He doesn't get very far into the kitchen before she pretty much jumps him and the next thing he registers is her body is against his...she's hugging him.
"k-kid?"
"It's weird. Every time I want to be serious with you, something in me demands that I hug you. I don't know why. It scares me and yet...feels okay. And that only scares me even more."
This was so awkward. Especially with the flower staring at him. She lets him go and gives him space.
"Sorry. I know that makes things uncomfortable."
"yeah, no shit. now was there a real reason ya wanted me over here?"
"Yes..."
Something was off. She was different. She was nervous.
"I...I spoke with Pap while you were gone."
Interesting.
"okay? about what?"
She holds her arm.
"Look...I'm running low on courage right now, so here's the quick version. I'm sorry I've been a huge bitch that only causes trouble and makes you mad. So I'm going to try to be better so I'm not a liability. I don't want to trouble you guys when you've done so much for me. I'm don't want to be some useless albatross rotting around your neck. I don't want to be a burden. I just...I...God damn it! I don't want you to hate me!"
Where the fuck did that come from?
She's shaking a little bit and he has no clue how to respond. He looks at the flower who is just as bothered by this. Her shout also managed to get Papyrus's attention.
"HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE?"
Sans made to cover for this but she beat him to it.
"Everything's fine, Papyrus! I just...got a bit excited is all."
Nothing more is remarked by Papyrus but a slight growl.
"not to sound like an ass, but what the fuck was that?"
She takes a moment to settle down, rubbing her face as if from tears that never fell.
"I'm sorry..."
"sure, you're sorry, i get it. just...just talk to me, okay? we're still cool, right?"
"Yeah."
"then tell me what's the problem? you can trust me. remember last night?"
"What happened last night?"
So chimes in the flower and they both tense up a bit.
"Mind if I...?"
"please do."
She takes Flowey into the living room and he whines like a child being pushed out of an adult conversation. She comes back and he can still sense the strange vibe on her.
"like i was saying...remember last night? we talked about stuff no one else knows about. we're secret buddies, right? if something's on your mind, i'll hear ya out. ya just have to tell me."
She fiddles with her fingers shyly.
"Some...Something happened at Grillby's."
His sockets widened and she waves her hands defensively.
"No! It wasn't anything involving the Black Soul and that glitchy stuff."
"then what? was it chara? gaster?"
"No."
"then what happened? you're sorta killing all the leads i know."
Then a thought popped in his head. A nasty, vile, disgusting, parasitic thought planted itself in his skull.
"no...don't ya dare tell me he touched you."
That made her confused for a second.
"Who?"
"you damn well know who. grillby."
"W-What?"
She can't be this stupid.
"come on. i know ya can't be this dumb. you've seen the way he looks at you. the guy oggles you like a dog sees a steak."
Her expression changes. Now she looks pissed and amused.
"Oh? And what if he does? Why does it matter to you if a guy might show attention my way? You feeling threatened, Sans? Maybe, dare I say, jealous?"
She is so baiting him. Tough luck on her, he isn't stupid enough to fall for such things.
"don't play me. now tell me if i have to go over there and kick his ass."
The piss off part of her fades away and something else takes its place. Something he doesn't recognize.
"You...You would do that? For me?"
It takes every bit of his control to fight the instantaneous blush that came upon realizing what was happening in this fucked up conversation.
"*scoff* don't think so highly of yourself. i made a promise to protect you. that's all."
Hurt flashes in her eyes before it disappears.
"I see...Either way, Grillby didn't do anything to me."
Sans groans and smacks the counter, making her jump.
"then can you quit jerking me around and tell me what the fuck happened before i lose my shit?"
She looks at the floor, a deep blush coming to her face.
"I had a dream. A really vivid dream. And my soul did a thing."
Wait...what?
"say that again?"
She starts to shrink in on herself.
"My soul reacted to the dream and it was a color it hasn't been before. I don't know what to make of it. But ever since it happened I've been more emotional and I'd appreciate it if you'd not make fun of it."
Okay, that he'll have to talk more with her about. But this sounded odd and her behavior begged him to pick more into this than probably she wanted him to.
"a new color? huh, go figure. but, um...you say a dream did something to your soul?"
She hid behind her hand and he knew this was only the beginning of something juicy.
"It was a weird dream. I don't even remember it. I had Grillby douse the memory from my mind with hard shit, so I can't go into detail even if you tortured me and gave me truth serum. So, please...Drop it."
Clever girl. But he bet she knew still what type of dream it was.
"ah, don't be that way. it couldn't be as bad as you think it is. i mean...it's not like it was some sex dream or something."
Her eyes nearly bug out of her head and his grin almost cracks his skull with how large it gets.
"No! It's not like that! Nothing even happened! I think...?"
His grin got bigger.
"Don't you fucking dare."
A tiny snicker leaves him.
"I mean it, Sans. Not one sound."
Then a chuckle and she grabs him by his shirt.
"I will get rid of all the mustard in town if you laugh!"
He held it in but couldn't let her off easily.
"heh...must've been really hard to wake up from a dream like that. then again, not sure ya would've liked it soft."
He cackles with laughter and she drops him like a sack of potatoes with cheeks burning hot.
"I don't know why I even bother with you."
She goes to storm out only to pause, a wicked smile creeping on her lips that he can't see.
"But then again...Dream you is so much fun~."
That shut him up.
"wait, what?"
She smiles and waves.
"Have fun with that thought, Sans."
She can't be serious. She has to be fucking with him. She has to be...right?
"hey, hold on!"
She's managed to speed over to Papyrus in the time it takes him to get off the floor. No way he was saying anything around his brother. Clever bitch. Using Papyrus like a shield to prolong the nagging questions rattling in his skull.
"IS SOMETHING THE MATTER, SANS?"
"Yes, Sans, is something wrong?"
Oh, that cocky shew. He was going to get her for this. One way or another, maybe today or even sometime later, he would make her pay dearly.
"nah. everything is fine. in fact, why don't i join ya."
He made his way over and she made it clear she knew he was up to something by scooting closer to Papyrus. The taller skeleton didn't seem to care, having finished with his dinner and now watching TV. So, like any decent man with an evil plan, Sans played it cool as he lounged next to her.
"*whisper* you know the moment he leaves, your ass is mine."
She kept her focus on the flickering screen ahead.
"*whisper* That's what dream you said."
That made him glare hard into her skull.
"*whisper* that's not funny."
"*whisper* Now you know how I feel."
"*whisper* what did ya expect telling me something like that?"
"*whisper* I expected you to not be a dick about something that freaked me out."
"*whisper* geez, don't be like that."
"WILL YOU BOTH QUIT WHISPERING? IT'S LIKE TWO MOSQUITOES ARE HAVING A MARITAL DISPUTE."
"sorry, pap."
"WHAT ARE YOU WHISPERING FOR ANYWAY?"
"We don't want to bother with our dumb stuff. We'll be quiet."
"AND AGAIN...WHY THE WHISPERING?"
This time Sans beat her to the punch.
"seems our little kitten here had herself a..."
"Accident!"
At the last second, she voiced a lie to cover over him.
"I...I had an accident when at Grillby's."
"OH?"
"what kind of 'accident'?"
Oh, this was going to be lame as balls in a snowstorm.
"I had a bit too much to drink...Bun made me laugh at some joke, I don't even remember it being all that funny...The next thing I know, there's a crash. I apparently flipped a try out of Grillby's hands. I was so embarrassed. Grillby said it was fine, but I felt so bad..."
"what a load of crap."
"I'm sorry, were you there?"
"i don't have to be there to know you're lying."
"Don't be all sour because Grillby likes me more than you."
"bitch, you're so full of it i'm surprised you still have pants, because they would be ash about now."
"Wow, sick burn. Look, I'm sizzling as we speak."
"SHUT UP!"
They cease their quarreling at Papyrus's demand.
"SOMETHING'S HAPPENING."
Attention falls to the TV. Mettaton, the entertaining robot, was twirling excitedly around a covered slab that clearly had a person under the sheet.
"GOOD EVENING, ASSHOLES AND BITCHES! I HATE TO BREAK FROM OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMS, BUT THIS IS A SPECIAL OCCASION. WELCOME TO THIS EVENING'S PRESENTATION OF...EXECUTION ROULETTE!"
The cover is pulled back and strapped on the slab with a gag in his mouth is a familiar douche-cat.
"It's that asshole from the bar!"
"YOU KNOW THAT GUY?"
"He was rude. Strolled into the place like he owned it. He disrespected Grillby and burned me."
"WHAT?!"
"Grillby kicked his ass for his behavior. Yet..."
"oooooh, this is gonna be sweet. i hope the wheel lands on the spike pit. it's been ages since that got hit."
"Wait, what? He really isn't going to kill him...Is he?"
"AS MANDATED BY LORD KING ASGORE, ALL EXECUTIONS ARE TO BE PUBLICLY BROADCASTED SO THAT ALL KNOW THAT NO ONE IS ABOVE PUNISHMENT. EVEN THE SMALLEST OF CRIMES ARE GIVEN CORPORAL PUNISHMENT."
"But...That's crazy."
"i wouldn't go that far. crime is near nonexistent with a rate as low as 2%, and that's at it's high point. no one but those with nothing to lose dare try to break the laws we guardsmen enforce."
"But..."
"IT MAY NOT BE SOMETHING YOU CAN ACCEPT OR COMPREHEND. BUT THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED. AND DOWN HERE, THE LAWS PASSED DOWN BY KING ASGORE ARE WHAT KEEP US ALL ALIVE. WITHOUT HIM, THE UNDERGROUND WOULD BE CHAOS."
Papyrus may have been talking to the human, but his attention was on the screen. Yet Sans paid her attention. He saw the small amount of color leave her face when the facts sink in. He saw the conflict happening behind her eyes as she struggled to find a reason for this apparent madness. He had to admit, he envied that. To have that innocence again. To believe that such things didn't have to happen or could be avoided or even forgiven if just dealt with the right way. Sadly, that's just not the case.
"PAY CLOSE ATTENTION, HUMAN. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ARE FOUND GUILT OF WRONGDOINGS IN THE UNDERGROUND."
She didn't like this. No one except the truly sick did. And Sans could see the same question running through her head like it did his...What did that guy do to deserve this? Because, for as nuts as the laws are, no one gets on this show unless the orders came in for it. And there was no word of this guy all through their shift at work. Something wasn't right about this.
"TONIGHT, WE POSSIBLY SAY OUR FAREWELLS TO THIS POOR SOUL. THE REASON FOR HIS BEING HERE THIS EVENING IS QUITE SIMPLE. HE WAS FOOLISH ENOUGH TO DO HARM AGAINST SOMEONE OF IMPORTANCE. VERY STUPID INDEED. NOT TO MENTION, HE ALSO COMMITTED THEFT AND TO HIS DEAR EMPLOYER NO LESS. HAVE YOU NO SHAME?"
The cat monster yells into his gag and thrashes in his restraints.
"WELL, MY DEAR VIEWERS, LET US GET ON WITH THE SHOW. IT HAS BEEN MANY A YEAR SINCE OUR LAST GAME, SO ALLOW ME TO GO OVER THE RULES FOR OUR YOUNGER AUDIENCE MEMBERS. THIS PATHETIC WELP'S FATE RESTS ON THE PUREST FORM OF JUDGE, JURY, AND EXECUTIONER. SAY IT WITH ME NOW...THE WHEEL OF FATE!"
A flashy over the top game wheel lowers from somewhere off-screen. There are many sections on the wheel, each labeled with different outcomes, some of which are definitely not safe for kids to watch.
"WITH A SPIN OF THE WHEEL, WE LEAVE IT TO FATE TO CHOOSE WHAT WILL HAPPEN. NO ONE IS HELD RESPONSIBLE OVER FATE, FOR WE ARE BUT MORTALS. WE LIVE AND WE DIE AT THE WHIM OF CHANCE. AND SO, CHANCE IS THE FAIREST WAY TO DECIDE WHAT WE SHOULD DO WITH SOULS THAT DON'T WANT TO PLAY NICE WITH OTHERS."
"But it's not fair."
That got the brother's attention.
"how so?"
"That wheel. The number of chances for negative outcomes is all bundled together with only a few positive one's places in sporadically. By that level, the odds of hitting a bad outcome are guaranteed. There is no fairness. Hell, his odds of getting, what is that? Hot coals rammed up his...Fuck! That is a lot of ass related tortures."
Before any further discussion can be made on the clear bias for death, the sound of the wheel's pointer tapping along the many pegs.
"AROUND AND AROUND IT GOES. WHERE IT STOPS, ONLY FATE KNOWS. WHEEL OF FATE, TURN TURN TURN, TELL US THE LESSON THIS FOOL SHALL LEARN."
The wheel starts to slow down and the tension on the couch mounts with each passing clack of the pegs. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack...Clack...Clack...Clack...Clack...Clack.
"OHHHH NO!! SEEMS LIKE WE MIGHT BE HIT WITH A CASE OF MISFORTUNE MY SCUMMY FRIENDS. OUR POOR VIC...I MEAN, PRISONER...HAS LANDED ON THE 'SECOND CHANCE'. A VERY RARE ROLL INDEED."
A phone number appears on the screen.
"HERE'S YOUR CHANCE TO SWAY THE WHIMS OF FATE. THE EIGHTH CALLER WILL DETERMINE WHAT BECOMES OF THIS...FOUL FURBALL. BEGIN CALLING...NOW!"
It came to no shock when sudden dial noises come from the human.
"kiddo?"
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
"Making a difference."
"hang up, kid. the odds of you getting through are like..."
Her ears perk up.
"Hello?"
Mettaton claps excitedly.
"GREETINGS, YOU LUCKY CALLER. I TAKE IT YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT SHOULD HAPPEN TO THIS UNFORTUNATE SOUL."
"Yeah, I do. Let him go."
Papyrus scoffs and Sans rolls his eyes at her. The robot on TV has an overly dramatic reaction as well.
"WHAT?! LET HIM GO? NOW, WHY WOULD YOU SUGGEST SUCH A SILLY IDEA?"
"For one, your wheel is rigged to have like an 80% chance of resulting in death, 15% chance of horrible brutality that may or may not be lethal, and 5% of a less harmful thing happening. Second, he committed theft? Funny...I recall hearing him say in public among other witnesses and I quote 'My pussy of a boss is trying to suck up to all us employees by paying for lunch.' end quote. If you truly intend for me, or anyone else, to believe you, go on and take the gag out. I'm sure he'd call you out on this too. And lastly..."
"MY MY...DARLING, I DIDN'T THINK YOU WOULD ACTUALLY CALL BUT YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW DELIGHTED I AM THAT YOU'VE PROVEN ME WRONG."
Her expression is that of someone trying not to be concerned.
"I beg your pardon?"
"YOU'RE RIGHT. YOU ARE RIGHT ABOUT ALL OF IT. THIS WHOLE THING WAS A FARCE. HELL, THIS ISN'T EVEN THE REAL WHEEL OF FATE. MERELY A PROP I'VE HAD THE UNDESIRABLES WHIP TOGETHER FOR ME. THIS WHOLE BROADCAST WAS JUST A PLOY TO LURE YOU OUT. I KNEW YOU'D SHOW MERCY, YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE IN THIS WHOLE DAMN PLACE THAT WOULD. IT'S WHY I LIKE YOU. YOU'RE DIFFERENT. YOU'RE NOT LIKE ALL THE OTHERS THAT CALL THE UNDERGROUND HOME. THAT'S WHY I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!"
"...I don't know whether to be flattered or creeped out."
"DARLING, YOU SHOULD FEEL HONORED. I DON'T HOLD ANYONE IN HIGH REGARD, WELL, ASIDE FROM MYSELF. BUT YOU...LET'S JUST SAY I HAVE A SOFT SPOT FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU. EVER SINCE I SAW YOU, I CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY PROCESSORS. IT'S WHY I DID THIS. WHY I WILL KEEP SEEKING YOU OUT."
"*scoff* I'm not a fan of people that don't have the guts to be straightforward. If you're crushing on me, come find me and say it to my face."
"OH, IF ONLY IT WAS THAT EASY. DUE TO CONSTANT UPDATING TO MY HARDWARE AND BODY, I CAN'T TRAVEL UNTIL SUCH THINGS ARE COMPLETE. SUCH A PITY. OTHERWISE, I WOULD RUSH OVER TO THAT PODUNK TOWN AND DRAG YOU AWAY TO BE BY MY SIDE. BUT SINCE THAT'S NOT A THING, WE HAVE THIS LITTLE SHOW. AND WE HAVE THIS IDIOT TO THANK FOR IT. ISN'T THAT RIGHT, BURGERPANTS?"
Mettaton pats the cat's face with a bit more force than one would in a mocking moment.
"YES, THIS MORON PLAYED THE ROLE OF ARON BOY ALMOST PERFECTLY. ALL HE HAD TO DO WAS GO GET THE FOOD AND REPORT BACK. SO SIMPLE, YES? AND YET...HE COMES BACK WITH OBVIOUSLY TAMPERED FOOD AND HAS THE GALL TO BRAG TO ME, OF ALL PEOPLE, THAT HE PUT HIS DISGUSTING CIGARETTE OUT ON THAT PRETTY SKIN OF YOURS. OH SO FOOLISH..."
Mettaton holds one of the cat's fingers and snaps it back, making the cat scream into the gag.
"YOU WON'T BE MAKING THAT MISTAKE AGAIN, WILL YOU, BURGERPANTS?"
Another finger is snapped back and screams get louder as the cat tries to gesture that he yields.
"WISE MOVE, BOY. YOU'LL THINK TWICE ABOUT DAMAGING SOMETHING THAT'S MINE. WHICH REMINDS ME...HOW'S THE BURN HEALING? YOU'RE NOT SCARRED, ARE YOU, HUMAN?"
That got the skeleton brothers' attention she was frozen on the spot.
"*whisper* hang up the phone, lynsie."
She didn't move. And in all honesty, she couldn't. Fear had its cold grip on her and dug its claws deep. Papyrus made the move and shut her phone off, but the damage was done. It's now public knowledge that there is a human in the Underground.
"HUH...IT APPEARS WE HAVE LOST COMMUNICATION. NO PROBLEM. I KNOW YOU'RE STILL LISTENING, DARLING. HOW COULD YOU NOT AFTER SUCH A SHOCKING REVEAL. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED BEING PART OF THIS LITTLE SHOW. YOU ARE THE STAR AFTER ALL. NOTHING LIKE A LITTLE DRAMA TO SPICE THINGS UP. MAKES ANTICIPATION GATHER AND WHEN THE BIG EVENT HAPPENS IT'S ALL THE MORE SATISFYING. OOOH...I EVER SO HOPE YOU ARE ABLE TO JOIN ME WHEN THE TIME COMES. I HAVE BEEN EXPECTING SOMETHING TRULY FABULOUS TO BE READY ANY DAY NOW AND EXPERIENCING IT WITH YOU...WELL...LET'S JUST SAY IT WILL BE A MOMENT NO ONE WILL EVER FORGET. TOODLES~!"
The show cuts back to something already in the middle of airing. The room is silent. Until the unavoidable questions couldn't keep from being unsaid any longer. How the hell does he know about her and what are they going to do now that the entire Underground knows she's down here?
#undertale#underfell#Anomaly#Lynsie#sans#papyrus#gaster#grillby#grandpa semi#mettaton#napstablook#asgore#toriel#Asriel#flowey#chara#frisk#undyne#alphys
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