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tttinytrash · 4 years

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((Ok so in my head Blue is a reluctant pred. He likes it, but it takes a lot to make him not just feel overwhelmingly guilty about enjoying this even if it’s safe. So have some Swap Sans vore! I wanted to play more with the pred’s pov since my last couple were more prey focused. Also sorry for making it a not romantic thing but my ace butt prefers it that way. Friends should be able to cuddle friends, dammit! But I guess if you wanna you can squint and just assume Blue has a budding crush and/or is in denial of a crush. Regardless, enjoy!))

Sans was so pleased with his and his brother’s house on the Surface. It was about the size of their home back in Snowdin and even better, it came with a new friend! The little borrower in their walls, a female named Lark, had lived there before the two moved in and had been quickly sussed out between the skelebrothers. (Benefits of magic.) After some tension in the beginning, she was now almost part of family! She was certainly the best roommate Sans could have asked for.

She loved hiding in Sans’ bandanna to go with him on his morning run, and was glad to help with cleaning the nooks and crannies Sans was unable to reach. But she also loved taking naps and staying up late with Papyrus, and finally gave the taller brother a run for his money in his video games (after Undyne made them a properly sized controller). Their interests were a harmonious blend between the brothers which meant she’d be equally likely to be found perched on the shoulder of either brother whenever she wasn’t taking time for herself in her holes in the walls.

As for right now, she was laid on Papyrus’ sternum. Sans was slouched in the corner of the couch, and Papyrus pillowed his skull on a cushion laid in Sans’ lap. They were all watching a movie, and apparently all three had underestimated how gory the horror film would be. Papyrus was the least affected, but Sans was a wreck and the borrower was only mildly better. When Lark cracked and ducked to hide in Papyrus’ hoodie pocket Sans used it as an excuse to quit before the end.

“THOSE HIGH RATINGS WERE SO MISLEADING, THAT WAS AWFUL!” Sans declared in disgust, relieved beyond words that the horrible movie was gone. (No. He was not suppressing the sounds of his bones rattling, thank you.)

“yeah, not my cup of tea either.” Papyrus then directed his attention to his pocket, patting it lightly and asking “you wanna stay in there, tiny tot?”

Sans didn’t hear it, but could tell the answer was an affirmative as Papyrus mounted the stairs.

Sans finished putting the room back in order and trotted up after his brother, going into his own room to get ready for bed. It was pretty late after all, and he had to wake up bright and early to get a head start on his training!

Once he could no longer distract himself with bedtime prep and cleaning, however, Sans quickly found he couldn’t get the film out of his mind. It felt like the worst scenes were imprinted in the back of his eyelids. Ugh, he didn’t want to be alone.

To Paps’ room he went, relieved to see the light of his computer shining dimly from under the door. He wasn’t asleep then, yet. He reluctantly opened the door and froze at the sight before him.

Papyrus was sat at his PC, still in his hoodie but he’d at least switched to PJ pants. This was normal, Papyrus did have a tendency to do most of his sleeping in the form of daytime naps rather than at night. No, what shocked Sans was seeing the borrower sized pair of legs hanging out of his brother’s mouth. He couldn’t help the horrified gasp when those legs disappeared with the quiet sound of a gulp.

The gasp obviously alerted Papyrus to Sans’ presence, and he greeted “hey bro. how long you been there?” He shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket, and Sans didn’t miss that he appeared to be swiping his thumb over his belly under the cover of the fabric.

“LONG ENOUGH! WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!” Sans fully entered, obviously confused and flustered.

Papyrus shrugged. “they asked.”

“WHAT?!”

“they asked me to take em in, bro. they wanted to hide. what’s with you? you know this is safe, i used to take you in too.”

“YES, YOU’RE RIGHT. BUT I WAS A BABYBONES!”

Papyrus just looked at Sans, shrugging again. He turned back to his computer.

Sans left, movie forgotten completely. He was eventually able to fall asleep, but spent far longer than he’d admit thinking about it and feeling guilty about blowing up like that. He KNEW it was safe, like Paps had said. So why did it bug him so much? Sleep came before an answer, unfortunately.

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Breakfast the next morning was something Sans wasn’t particularly looking forward to. He made an extra effort to make a lavish assortment of waffles, cut fruit, and even made pancakes with M&Ms tossed in the batter like he knew Papyrus liked.

Papyrus eventually came downstairs, Lark carried in his cupped hand. The smell of cooking food usually woke him up, and if the borrower had followed his sleep schedule she was ordinarily dragged along. They both perked up at seeing the spread before them, before the lanky brother seemed to catch on to his sibling’s bribery.

“apology breakfast, bro?”

Sans sighed and faced his brother, gloved hand wringing the hem of his apron, “YES. I OVERREACTED LAST NIGHT AND I AM VERY SORRY. WHAT FRIENDS OR DATEMATES DO BEHIND CLOSED DOORS IS THEIR BUSINESS.”

Both Papyrus and Lark laughed at that. Before Sans had the chance to be insulted Papyrus explained.

“bro, nah. w-we’re just buds.”

“Nothing there, Sans. Promise. Don’t tell me you’re getting jealous, now.” she added.

“I AM NOT!” Sans squeaked, blush tinging his cheekbones.

She was still laughing, giggling a little extra in fact as she teased “You wanna give it a go, there Sans?” Snicker, “Need tummy cuddles too?”

Sans felt his eyelights go out and the blue glow of a blush burning his whole skull. Amid the uproar of laughter, he swiped the plate he’d set out for himself (waffles with strawberries on top) and skittered retreated up to his room.

He heard their laughter, and will admit he felt relief when he heard his brother called up “sorry, bro. but now we’re even, yeah?”

However, that relief that his breakfast gesture had worked was completely overshadowed by shame. Oh gosh please no, that feeling can’t be right can it? She hadn’t meant it, but she was right.

Sans did want to try it.

Delta help him.

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The thought had been creeping into his mind no matter how much he tried to sweep it under the rug throughout his whole morning jog. He even ran an extra mile, but couldn’t outrun the problem. She hadn’t come with him this morning, so he found her instead on the coffee table when he came back. Papyrus was up taking a nap apparently, snd she was playing a game on her own.

“Hey Sans, wanna play? There’s a co-op mode!~” She called, having paused the game.

Ugh, he couldn’t stand to look at her now. His tongue had even manifested unbidden. “N-NO. SORRY. I’M SPARRING ALPHYS TODAY, AND I WOULDN’T WANT TO BE LATE!”

She bought the lie, and he got out of the house with no issue.

...But he had no plans with Alphys, no errands to run, but also couldn’t go home.

Well crap.

He’d ended up at the Librarby. He ended up there a lot the past couple of days. He knew Papyrus and Lark were getting concerned, but didn’t know what else he could do.

For now, he was home. When his brother was around he could forget the intrusive thoughts. Just being alone with her was the trouble. So he was happy to watch another movie, and this one was absolutely making up for the awful horror movie that had afflicted their last movie night.

Eventually, the singing humans finished the closing number, and the credits began to roll. So Sans cleaned up the room, and Papyrus trundled up the steps with the borrower cupped in his hands. Once he was done cleaning, Sans bounded up the steps himself and dipped into the bathroom to swap into his pajamas.

Lark was sitting on his pillow when he entered his room.

Sans would deny the startled squeak that slipped out when he caught sight of her til he dusted, but she didn’t even look amused. That didn’t bode well.

“Sans, is there anything wrong?” she asked.

“WHAT? N-NO! WHAT MAKES YOU ASK THAT? I HAVE BEEN ACTING EXTREMELY NORMAL!” Sans lied. Poorly, he knew.

“Sans. We both know thats not true. Did I do something wrong? Because you’ve been avoiding me. Paps noticed, too.”

“YOU’VE DONE NOTHING, EVERYTHING IS FINE!”

“...is it about Papyrus taking me in?”

Sans couldn’t actually muster words, just feeling his magic heat his cheekbones uselessly.

She sighed. “If it really bothers you that bad, we’ll stop. It’s not worth losing a friend, ok?”

“N-no... that’s not it...” Sans had even lost his usual volume, which made her take notice.

“Then what, Sans? I’ve been wracking my brain for days.”

Sans finally sat on the end of the bed. “...It was taking in stuff... But I’m not upset about you two doing it. It’s what you said that morning.” Sans felt so vulnerable, but as she’d put it, this wasn’t worth losing a friend.

“What? About you wanting to too? Oh, I went too far teasing you didn’t I? I’m sorry, I’ll lay off-”

“You were right.”

She faltered. “What?”

“I can’t stop wondering what it’s like. I’ve never taken anyone in before, and you two so clearly enjoy it. But I would never want to make you, So I’ve been trying to avoid the issue. But I think I just ended up avoiding you. I’m sorry.”

She looked confused for a solid few seconds, then slumped and gave a comically loud sigh of relief, even punctuated with a breathy giggle. “That’s all?”

Sans was now even more uncomfortable. “Yes?”

“Dude, then take me in! I’m fine! If that’s all the issue is, that’s such an easy fix.” She even took the extra initiative to bound over the span of the bed, straight for the skeleton before her. She only stopped a few inches short when she realized he was recoiling.

“Oh. It’s an easy fix for me, not so much for you. Huh, bud?” She asked quietly.

Sans made an unhappy noise, and that was answer enough.

“Ok. If the problem is me not wanting to, that’s clearly not an issue. Is it nerves because you don’t know what to do? I can walk you through it. Really, Sans, I actively want to do this, because maybe it’ll help close the gap we made between us. If you really don’t want to, then that’s fine too but just know the reluctance isn’t on my end, ok? I love and trust you just as much as Papyrus. Promise.”

Sans forced himself to relax, and cycled a breath. Thinking about it, he had no reason to refuse. And honestly, he would be happy to put his self-quarantine to an end. So he nodded. “Ok, but only if you’re sure.”

“Yep!” They beamed up at him, reaching upwards in a clear request to be picked up.

He gently cupped his hands around them and lifted them off the mattress, up to his face. “Ok, what do I do?”

“Why don’t you open up? I’ll get in myself, just bring your hand close ok?”

Sans had to take a moment to breathe, but did open up his mouth. His tongue had manifested itself by this point, so that wasn’t an issue. But that also meant he felt and tasted their hands when they were set down. He was going cross eyed to watch her progress as much as the angle allowed, but she seemed to have no issue and slid in easily. He was surprised by the lack of friction, honestly.

She scooted a bit father forward, making him lose sight of her feet, and called “Alright, go ahead and close your mouth. Makes the next part easier.”

He did so slowly, and felt butterflies knowing what the “next part” was.

“Good, you’re doing fine. Now tilt your head back, just til I start to slide back. Once I hit the back you can swallow.”

Sans tipped his skull back ever so slowly, until he felt her weight shift backwards. Once she hit the opening of his throat he instinctively gulped, which caused him to jolt a bit in surprise.

He felt the magical tubing thread along the front of his cervical vertebrae, felt the weight of her body tugging downwards, every little twitch of her tiny body. His fingers flew up to his neck, fingers ghosting over her form contained within himself, until he lost her progress under his clavicles.

It almost felt like his soul was gently bumped aside to allow her to pass through his chest, which left a calm fuzzy feeling. He felt a slight pressure at the top of his belly, then she spilled in fully.

His soul fluttered like a caged bird, could she hear that? Feel it? He pulled the hem of his shirt up, making his magic transparent so he could check on her.

“A-are you alright?” he asked, watching her reorient in the new space.

“Peachy! You did it, Sans.” She smiled up at him, utterly at ease.

Seeing that she hadn’t been harmed, his soul settled into a more typical rhythm. “I did, thank you for helping. Please let me know if you want out, alright?”

“Will do. Glad to see you’re calming down.”

“You could tell?”

“Can’t hide much from this perspective. I could hear how uneven your breathing was. Here, maybe this will help to wind down.”

What was she doing? Ooh, he loves the shocks he got when she moved. Her hands were on the floor now, she started to move her hands in circular patterns...? Oh.

Sans melted. That was such a nice feeling, who knew his belly was so sensitive? He dropped his shirt, letting his magic go opaque.

“That’s really nice, wowie. Is it ok if I move though?” He asked.

“Go for it. Lie down if you want.”

He did just that, getting under the covers. He felt her slide around, and once she seemed to resettle, she resumed her rubbing.

Sans purred, which she giggled at. He was feeling far too good to care, dignity be hanged. He laid a hand over where she rested, doing his best to run at where he thought her back was. He felt her lean into the indirect touch, which made him smile.

“Y’know, I can stay overnight if you want.” Lark piped up after a few minutes of silence (barring the happy skeleton sounds).

“I think I’d like that.” Sans replied, feeling pretty sleepy. “Are you sure you’ll be comfortable?”

“Oh yeah, no issue there. You guys are pretty cushy inside, despite the boney exterior.”

Sans chuckled at that. “Ah, good.”

She stopped rubbing (which he was a little sad about) and moved until he felt her weight go still by his spine.

She fell asleep quickly, her weight going limp and heartbeat (which he could feel if he concentrated) slowed.

A very content skeleton followed his tiny friend into the land of nod not long after.

#undertail vore #undertail underswap vore #soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #willing vore #reluctant pred

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floweypacifistweed · 4 years

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💭 Other soul traits, like his thoughts on each one (you can include determination too if you want)

Send 💭 + a topic and my muse will tell you what they think about it.

Flowey rolled his eyes, but tilted his head in intrigue. “Well... I pride myself to know some bits, but most of them were derived by Alphys from those mysterious notes... the former Royal Scientist most likely had a field trip with all of these interesting things.”

The small flower stapled his leaves and looked at the other with a small smirk. “I am all for satisfying curiosity, so let us get a gist of this information in your head.

You have to separate soul traits into 7 different categories. Patience Bravery Integrity Perseverance Kindness Justice and DETERMINATION.

All of them hold certain advantages to them, just as well as disadvantages, really. Some are more active, others take a lot more passive stance.

Patience souls will be gifted with endless amounts of calm and collect, usually keeping their head on their shoulders, a real boulder for others to hold onto in trying times, even if their personal skills don’t step into an active territory at all!

Bravery is the complete opposite. Rash and very finicky. These souls are filled with courage and drive, which can result in them to be too hastily caught up in adventures they have no control over. These souls almost entirely depend on activity and thus their owners, while definitely not fearless, will always chose to overcome their hurdles, no matter the cost.

Integrity souls are beyond interesting in my opinion. Their power thrives from inside, a lot like patience, but it doesn’t necessarily interact with any outside force. There doesn’t need to be a situation that you need to use Integrity on, it just persists within your mind like a constant description of your very being, you can decide to enact it obviously or keep it within you. Integrity souls will strictly and passionate do what they deem to be ‘right’ for example, speaking the truth. Doing right by others. Keeping to their moral base set pretty much. As this differs from person to person, Integrity souls will have a certain dynamic, but really they are a kaleidoscope of choices and actions that simply have no easy explanation. No two Integrity souls will have the same inclinations.

Perseverance souls function a tad bit like DETERMINATION based once, take out that the effort of your actions is in a rather more passive realm. While DETERMINATION would push you forwards towards a goal, action or simply through a certain time, for change or development, a pure force of drive pretty much, Perseverance is the strict extreme force to persist. However dire a situation may be, this person will not fall to their knees and simply take it. They’d try whatever necessary to triumph. It’s pretty much a pure tenacity to thwart whatever steps in your way. The words ‘This is too hard.’ simply don’t exist in Perseverance souls. They will never give in.

Kindness souls are filled with the want to give themselves away. That is what makes them just a tad hard to keep together. People who have this soul trait inside of them predominantly, will profusely spread themselves thin and thrive from the fact that their sacrifice has helped others to achieve what they needed or in their opinion ‘absolutely deserved’. Their power lies in complete dependence to others, which probably brings them closest to Monster Souls, in my opinion at least. Kindness souls do have a certain danger of ‘falling down’ if they aren’t able to find a purpose anymore. Their power is also sadly a great restriction on themselves, because these people will love to live their life away for others.

Justice souls thrive from a very similar place. Differing strictly from Kindness, a Justice soul doesn’t need to give themselves away, but they rather want to invent a way to bring the truth forth and cause the party they deem to be worthy of it to reach their ultimate purpose. Justice souls do tend to end up overwhelmed, because justice for all parties is hardly ever served, so mostly they tend to become frustrated with some aspects of their purpose, but they are very much unyielding in the face of brute force, sticking to the idealistic views of ‘Truth’ and ‘Good’. A Justice soul will do right by themselves or others, if they see necessary and they will end up consumed in their need to bring forth the best possible outcome for all parties.

Our last candidate here is DETERMINATION. Now... there is little funded information to be found in any scripts that I found... from personal experience I can say though that the DETERMINATION trait is the most powerful soul trait out of the former. All of the traits above have incredible powers, if they are enacted right, but none of them would be able to stop a DETERMINATION soul, however much they tried. DETERMINATION is the force that pushes on, that breaks through, the supernova that leaves nothing in their way intact, if it won’t move aside and yield to their power. Enough DETERMINATION can change the world and there are no limits to this ability. ‘Limits’ strictly speak against the meaning of DETERMINATION itself. DETERMINATION can save the world or break it into little shattered pieces. It doesn’t chose between good and evil, it just drives you on from deep within.”

Flowey smiled blandly at the other. “Of course these traits are mostly combined in twos or threes within each human soul... to rely on one trait alone seems to be very rare in humans altogether, so the souls usually have a predominant trait, which is followed in smaller part by the others. So, no human soul will ever behave in the same way. Even pure traited souls (as rare as they are) would likely never chose the same thing, since the SOUL of a human isn’t the only thing that makes up their decisions.

That’s all I can say. I hope, it sated your curiosity.”

#gasrieldreemurr #ask #ic #rp #MY GOD THIS WENT THROUGH THE ROOF #i am so sorry #this is a giant text wall #i wanted to work with colors here #but it didn't work #*sighs*#hc #headcanon #soul traits #human souls

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edenvhs · 4 years

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So I decided to send the first chapter of my fanfiction here, since i dont really get that much criticism over on my discord servers, so... Here ya go! I hope you enjoy. Also if you have any names for the fanfic please give me ideas, it will help greatly, thank you!

Strong language ahead, also i tend to write a lot so beware for a good read!

Chapter 1: New Kid [Susie’s Perspective.]

The bell rang in the girls ears, a sound she heard every single day at the exact same time every single day, but yet she ignored that bell on purpose. Being on time was something Susie never did, and never got in trouble for. She’d just look at old Alphys and she’d start sweating. How cowardly. See, Susie wasn’t the type of girl to be messing with. Her height, for starters, was stupidly tall, towering over most teachers at the damned school, and sometimes she has to bend down to get in classes, which would have been embarrassing if she were someone else. But of course, Susie was the bully of the place. No one dared to even step foot anywhere near her. Not even if she was doing something bad, like what she was doing now, which was stealing chalk from the cabinet of another empty classroom. She wasn’t stealing it to write with, oh no, chalk was in fact her favourite snack to have. Especially the strawberry ones. So she took one, and bit it in half, concealing the box in her front trouser pocket. She sighed, “Suppose it's time to pay that Alphys and her dumb class a visit.” she grumbled, closing the door and trudging along to class. Closer and closer the door came, closer the noise was. “Huh, looks like Alphys here cant keep her classroom quiet. Better teach those twerps a lesson or two about being quiet for ya teacher huh.” she laughed to herself before swinging the door open, and what greeted her was silence, scared staring classmates…

And a new kid.

Huh. “Psssht. Looks like an absolute nerd to me.” she thought, before shooting the new kid a look, before sitting in her seat at the back of the class. The small teacher, standing behind her desk, looked as if she were sweating. “W-well… as I-I was eerr, saying- Um, welcome our new classmate, Noelle Holiday!” Alphys stuttered, clearly still shocked by Susie’s grand entrance. The girl who’s name apparently was Noelle, didn’t seem so shocked, just nervous, looking down at her feet, extremely red in the face. Susie leaned back in her chair, one foot on the desk, raising an eyebrow. “This kid aint gonna survive a day if she even tries talking to me.” Susie muttered to herself, chuckling quietly. “H...Hey everyone..” Noelle squeaked, “Erm, M-my name is Noelle a-and i um, i really like writing. Hope w-we can a-all be friends.” she waved rather awkwardly, as the class, of course other than Susie, said hello back. She just rolled her eyes, averting her eyes elsewhere. Well, there wasn’t much to look at, just poorly plastered walls and white plain ceiling. There were windows but today wasn’t as nice as the last, it was all grey and dreary outside, clouds looming over the city like a blanket. Sounds like it will most likely rain soon.

“Erm, w-why don’t you take the umm e-empty seat next to Susie? I-I heard y-you are great at helping people with their work, so um… perhaps Susie could need some help in the f-future?” Alphys anxiously looked between Noelle and Susie, laughing a little nervously too, gesturing Noelle to walk to her seat. The class quietly muttered between each other, watching Noelle walk towards the desk rather sheepishly, as if she were walking towards literal death itself, though Susie was sometimes compared like that, compared to others. It was something she got used to, something that never really bothered her. Though what did bother her was the fact that Alphys likes to think that Susie wants the kid’s help. She didn’t get a say at all. But she just stared at the girl walk towards the seat, before looking back to the front of the classroom.

And there was the second bell, meaning class had officially started. Another dumb wasted day full of pointless shitty lessons, which obviously, Susie was gonna—as always—do absolutely nothing in. Waiting for the bell for lunchtime. Until then, she would lean against the wall on her chair and wait, listening to rain which began to gradually patter softly against the window.

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And there it was, eventually it came around, and everyone walked out of their seats and into the cafeteria to eat, except Susie of course. She stomped along to the empty classroom again, as she usually did. It was peaceful there, oddly enough. Even brutes like her liked the peace and quiet sometimes. She shut the door, and walked to the old teacher's seat. She always found it weird that teachers got better seats than the students, even though students would do all the work. Surely the students were better than them? Susie liked to think that, that she was better than everyone else, because she is in her mind. Everyone was just pebbles beneath her feet. No one gave a shit and/or was scared shitless of her, so why should she care about those fools? She sighed again, sitting on the windowsill, watching the rain. It was nice, to be honest. Soothing. Rain was her favourite weather, besides thunderstorms. Just sitting there, listening to something for once. She was never angry during those times, she was calmed by the soft pitter patter against the windows and on the concrete roads. Sometimes, she’d sneak outside to sit in the rain at night. She’d gain attention just sitting there, with no hood on in the rain, but did she care? No, of course not. So she sat, looking rather bored watching the grey clouds slowly move across the skyline.

That is until the door opened, and the petite figure of the new kid, Noelle stepped in the classroom, shyly shuffling on her feet.

Susie exhaled heavily in annoyance, standing up, looking at the girl. “So. You’re the new kid, huh.” Walking over to a desk near Noelle, leaning against it. “A-are you supposed to be here..?” Noelle mumbled, still looking down. Susie angrily replied with, “No. Why does it matter, twerp?” folding her arms. “What, ya gonna run to old Alphys and tell of me, squirt? Now listen here, she ain’t gonna do shit, and you. YOU ain’t gonna do shit either, capiche?” she walked over, standing directly in front of her, looking down at her in annoyance and anger. “Got anything to say, huh?” she tilted her head, watching Noelle’s cheeks flare, her body scrunch up and shake in fear. Suddenly, Susie got closer, muttering, “I know you don’t know me, and trust me, you should be glad ya don’t but…” her hand grabbed Noelle by her checkered jumper and slammed her against the door. Susie’s piercing yellow eyes looked down at Noelle, full of vexation, growling:

“Quiet People PISS me off.”

“And do you know what..” she chuckled, “You are really pushin’ your luck here. Not even a yelp, huh? I give ya a week kid, and you’re outta this place.” Susie noticed Noelle’s teary eyes, shaky body and very red and embarrassed face and loosened up a little, letting go of the girl. “You’re lucky that I actually do have a heart and didn’t bite your face off.” she backed away, turning around and opening a box of chalk and picking out a blue piece of chalk, biting it in half. “Just get outta my sight squirt. Don’t even try coming in here ever again, ya got that?” she grunted. After a few seconds, she heard the door shut, and no Noelle in sight. Susie sighed. sitting on the desk, staring at her hands. Even though she was an emotionless brute of a girl, she did feel bad for the new kids. They were fresh meat, easy to pick on, needing to be taught lessons. But that kid didn’t even fight back. Didn’t even yelp in fear, just bottled her feelings inside. What, did she think she was better than her? Psht. There was no way in hell. But for a few moments Susie felt confused, the kid seemed odd, seemed different. She didn’t know what it was. Just… A gut feeling. Perhaps she shouldn’t have done that—No. She should have. She disturbed her, right? Ghn..

Jolting her back to reality was the bell, indicating the last lessons of the day would begin, then it was time to head back home, the same thing she did everyday. Great. She snarled at the ringing sound, banging the empty classroom door open, disturbing some younger kids who were making their way across the opposite way Susie was heading. Back to class.

END OF CHAPTER 1.

#fanfiction #deltarune #writing #susie deltarune #noelle deltarune #susie x noelle #fanfics

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singing-robot · 4 years

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For Knowledge’s Sake

The idea was too much for me to draw, so I wrote a short story that takes place after the monsters have been freed from the Underground. It’s a fun idea to explore :)

“If you could go back in time, would you?”

A common question, asked many times over by many different people. On the surface, it’s a harmless question, but it can dig up answers that would rather stay buried. Among friends, however, it’s another angle to see everyone in the room.

In this room is a circle of monsters (and one human), at what some would call a “party,” but others might call “chilling with your friends and their friends in a room together.” The question is a thought-provoking one, and the air is brightened with their collective thought. Alphys continues her sentence. “Not that we all h-have some sort of t-terrible regret to go back and fix, haha! Ha! N-no, but, l-like, in general, I guess. Unless you wanted to f-fix something, heh.”

There’s a beat of silence following her quick ramble, the purpose of which was to cover over the silence of her question. She instantly looks like the ground might swallow her whole. Anxiety is a funny thing like that. “I WOULD GO BACK IN TIME AND MAKE FRIENDS WITH YOU ALL MUCH SOONER,” Papyrus throws out.

Everyone looks at him with endearment.

“YOU’RE CERTAINLY NOT CROWDS THROWING YOURSELVES AT MY FEET IN ADORATION, BUT THAT IS OKAY. I COULD HAVE THAT BY THE TIME I REACH THE PRESENT AGAIN!” Everyone feels... less endeared, for some reason.

Undyne gets a vicious glint in her eye. “I would go back in time and win the war against humans so that monsters were NEVER trapped underground.”

“didn’t you lose against frisk?” Sans says, winking. She smiles wide. “Yeah, but we’re friends, now! I went easy on ‘em.”

“sure.” “What about you, Frisk?” Undyne beams, her smile now a stressed mask to ignore Sans’ comment.

Frisk is quiet, running a list of possibilities and responses through their head. They shrug and softly say, “Yeah.”

“CERTAINLY NOT TO LEAVE US IN THE UNDERGROUND FOREVER, YES?” Papyrus asks. “YOU WOULDN’T REVERSE OUR PRESENT, WOULD YOU?” The earnestness of the question catches Frisk off-guard. It’s always hard to tell when Papyrus is joking, but there’s something in how pointed it is that unsettles the human. Maybe it’s because that was his first thought. Maybe it’s because that could very well be a result of what they would reverse.

“don’t take it so seriously, kid,” Sans says. “if you think too hard, you’ll end up doing everything over again.” Alphys snorts in laughter, and Undyne looks a bit confused by the statement. Their next few words are lost to Frisk. It was a joke, as is most of everything he says, but... well. Frisk knows a thing or two about overthinking and doing everything over again. Those times, it ended up being for the better, because monsterkind is free. Every time after then has been a battle of whether their period of overthinking again is in the right or if it’s nothing.

Papyrus doesn’t have pupils, but Frisk can still tell he’s looking in their direction. When it comes down to it, he’s just as expressive as Sans. Frisk’s inability to read his thoughts brings a nagging feeling into their gut. When it was decided that the party was over, Papyrus offered to walk Frisk home, with the reasoning that “EXERCISE KEEPS THE MIND SHARP” and “HOW WILL YOU LEARN TO WALK PROPERLY WITHOUT OBSERVING SOMEONE AS MASTERFUL A WALKER AS MYSELF?” Sans shrugged and said his brother has a weird way of saying he cares about others’ safety before disappearing into his room. Frisk almost felt dread.

Frisk is silent, for most of the walk home. Papyrus goes on about how nice it is to hang out with friends, and places he’s been thinking about visiting in his car, and how the sky changes colors even after the sun has set. Normal things, really. Someone who had never caught onto it before wouldn’t notice how one-sided the conversation really is, how his pauses for Frisk’s responses are structured to have one-word answers that would let him keep talking. They wouldn’t notice how the changes between topics aren’t marked by calm, natural changes, but are directed enough to allow no room for someone else to speak up, to take charge, to make their own conversation. Even if someone did notice these things, they might think it’s a product of mental hyperactivity, a train of thought unable to end simply because the mind doesn’t rest. Frisk is not someone else. They’ve taken up a habit of noticing as much as they can the first time around, since they don’t plan on having an opportunity to catch it a second time around. And they’ve noticed the flow of Papyrus’ words, not practiced like a speech, but almost predictable. They are so aware of this, in fact, that they fail to notice when Papyrus makes a few wrong turns.

“OH, LOOK! THE PARK! I DIDN’T KNOW THIS WAS ON YOUR WALK HOME,” he said. “WE CAN WALK THROUGH IT AND CONTINUE OUR TALK AS FRIENDS.”

May as well rip the bandaid off and let Papyrus get what he wants. He’s done this much for it.

The two walk down the neat path along the circumference of the park, where they can both see that no one else is present. Papyrus slows down his stream of words as they get further from the entrance, until there’s a silence between them. Opposite the entrance is a body of water, too small to be a lake, but larger than what most would consider a pond. Papyrus stops when they reach it, and he looks out over the water.

“FRISK, YOU ARE NEARLY AS CLEVER AS TH- PAPYRUS, SO I AM SURE YOU KNOW THERE IS SOMETHING I WANT TO DISCUSS WITH YOU.” Frisk tenses, bracing for the impact. “DO YOU THINK WE ARE YOUR FRIENDS?”

What?

“YOU LOOK SURPRISED! YOU MUST NOT HAVE HEARD THIS BEFORE.” Nervous ice clutches onto Frisk’s heart. “Where would I have heard this from?”

Papyrus returns his gaze to the still water that darkens with the sky. “THAT IS DEFINITELY WEIRD TO SAY. I DON’T KNOW WHY THIS SCENE WOULD BE FAMILIAR TO YOU.” Papyrus looks back at Frisk, an intensity in the hollows of his sockets. “WHY WOULD I SAY THAT?” The eye contact is too much to bear with the weight of their forgotten sins behind it, and Frisk looks at the ground, instead. “You say weird stuff sometimes.”

“THAT IS TRUE!” he says. “HOWEVER... I AM SORRY. THERE ISN’T AN EASY WAY TO ASK THIS. I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT FOR SOME TIME.”

He drops to Frisk’s level, and the human turns their eyes to a spot between Papyrus’ sockets and teeth. It doesn’t help them to look less guilty.

“I ONCE HAD A FRIEND WHO KNEW EVERYTHING BEFORE IT HAPPENED. EVEN AFTER YOU CAME ALONG. BUT IF HE KNEW EVERYTHING THAT WAS COMING TO HIM, HE SHOULD NOT HAVE LOST HIS BATTLE TO YOU.”

Frisk nods. They remember far too much of fighting that “friend.”

“YOU KNEW MANY THINGS BEFORE, TOO. YOU WEREN’T SURPRISED, AND YOU EASILY WON EVERY BATTLE—EVEN UNDYNE’S. AND SHE CAN BE QUITE SPONTANEOUS IN A FIGHT. EVEN I HAVE TROUBLE DODGING EVERY ATTACK. FORGIVE THE MORBIDITY, BUT YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE SURVIVED.”

Frisk begins to fidget. Why must Papyrus’ speeches last so long? But if they interrupted... well. That’d be rude, to say the least. He might even start over. “FRISK, YOU HAVE ADMITTED THAT YOU WOULD GO BACK IN TIME, IF YOU WERE ABLE. I MUST ASK: ARE YOU?”

“Am I what?” “ABLE TO GO BACK IN TIME. I THOUGHT THE QUESTION WOULD BE OBVIOUS.”

Maybe in writing, Frisk doesn’t say. Instead, very quietly, they say, “I was.” “CAN YOU STILL DO IT?”

Frisk’s shoulders draw up. “Yeah, probably. But, I don’t want to. This is- this is nice. I like how this turned out.” “I SEE.” Papyrus stands, and begins walking again. “THANK YOU FOR BEING SO WILLING TO SHARE THIS WITH ME. TRUST THAT I WILL KEEP IT BETWEEN THE TWO OF US.”

It takes a second for Frisk to catch up. “That’s it?”

“YES. I DO NOT NEED TO KNOW ANYTHING ELSE.”

“You won’t even tell Sans?” “I TELL HIM AS MUCH AS HE TELLS ME. WHICH, IF YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED, ISN’T VERY MUCH.”

Frisk hadn’t noticed. “OH! I NEARLY FORGOT!” he exclaims. He spins to directly face Frisk, bending to be level with them again. “DO YOU THINK WE ARE YOUR FRIENDS?“

Frisk pauses. There are many actions that could prove to that they don’t. But, why would they still be here, if that were the case? They wouldn’t stay attached to these monsters if they didn’t feel something, right? Frisk smiles, and says yes.

Papyrus is as elated as usual with the response, and as the path takes them back to the entrance of the park, his words turn back to a constant stream of thinking, but a little more natural this time. Frisk is content with it. Not every outcome needs to be explored, especially when they’re happy with the one they have.

#undertale #papyrus #frisk #do I have a writing tag #I’m not tagging the other characters bc they aren’t as important #this is also just me getting an idea out of my head so forgive any messiness of the writing or characters #but I see so much where frisk tells sans and no one else #or makes a promise to sans that they won’t go back in time #but in this it’s like... what if they didn’t tell anyone and papyrus knows about it and actually talks to them #sans: ‘according to my board of suspicious photos and red yarn I think frisk is an Anatoly to nature’#papyrus: ‘hey so can you go back in time and kill me before I make a mistake or what’

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for-a-flower · 4 years

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Show Time!

A spot light flashed on above the robot. "Welcome beauties, to today's quiz show!" announced the robot. He waved at a camera mounted on the opposite wall. Two disco balls lowered from the ceiling, casting colorful lights in the room.

“Uh . . . Mettaton?” said Alphys.

"Oh boy! I can already tell it's gonna be a great show!" said Mettaton. "Everyone give a big hand for our wonderful contestant!" The robot motioned toward Frisk then clapped. Confetti fluttered down from the ceiling.

Frisk smiled a little. "Uh, I've never played this kind of thing before," he said.

"No problem!" said Mettaton. "It's simple! There's only one rule. Answer correctly . . . or you die!" Frisk's smile faded. That was not something he wanted to hear. He was hoping to avoid death, not end up in a trap quiz show dependent his childish answers. On a single wheel that held his rectangular body, Mettaton rolled toward Alphys. Frisk’s heart was already pounding. "Let's start with an easy one!" said Mettaton.

Frisk nodded. "That's a good idea."

"Alright then! What is the prize for answering correctly?"

"Um . . . more questions?" said Frisk.

Mettaton threw a hand in the air with excitement as more confetti dropped from the ceiling. "Right! You got it! And here's your terrific prize!" He lifted a paper and read out the next question. "What is the king's full name?" Alphys was nervously fidgeting with her hands.

Frisk didn't have to think long. By now, he knew it well. "Asgore Dreemurr," he said. A strange tension filled him. The voice he had heard before seemed to be absent at the moment.

Mettaton clapped. "Oh, right again! But enough about you. Let's talk about me! What are robots made of? A: hopes and dreams, B: metal and magic, C: snips and snails, and D: sugar and spice."

Frisk took a second or two to think, making sure it wasn't a trick question. "Metal and magic?" he said. Alphys let out a relieved sigh as she stood near the robot, her gaze fixed on the human. Confetti scattered around Frisk after his third correct answer.

Alphys gave him a thumbs up. “Y-you’re doing great!” she said.

"Too easy for you, hu?" said Mettaton.

Frisk shook his head. "No, it's actually really hard to answer these,” he lied.

Mettaton laughed. "But the show must go on! Next question!" He flipped through the papers and handed one to Frisk. "You have thirty seconds!" Frisk grabbed the paper and almost fainted when he saw a paragraph of text. There was no way he could read this in thirty seconds. He couldn’t even pronounce half the words. His mind went blank. He would have better luck guessing but didn't want to reap the consequences of guessing wrong.

Frisk frantically skimmed over the words as Mettaton counted down out loud. This wasn’t fair. At ten seconds, Frisk glanced over four choices at the bottom of the page. All of them were large numbers. He was running on pure instinct, picked the largest number, and lowered the paper. "D?" he said. Mettaton paused the countdown at “two” and the human cringed. A painful silence followed. Frisk was sweating.

"Correct!" said Mettaton. Frisk let out a sigh and dropped the paper on the floor. "Next!" The robot lifted a jar of flies. "How many flies are in this jar? Fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four, or fifty-five?"

Frisk squinted pretending to make a quick estimate. "Fifty-two!" he guessed.

Mettaton lowered the jar. "Wrong!" Frisk's heart sank. Mettaton pointed a finger, striking the child with an electric bolt. Frisk yelled and staggered. Alphys was nearly biting her claws. The child trembled and collapsed, catching himself with both hands. He had expected the shock to kill him. Frisk slowly lifted his head and glanced at Alphys, who was sweating nervously. The child took a deep breath then stood again. What kind of horrible game was this? How was he supposed to answer questions like these?

"Screaming is against the rules," said Mettaton.

Frisk scowled. "What? But you said there's only one rule."

"Next question! This one is a memory game." Mettaton lifted up a paper to show Frisk an image. "What monster is this?" It was a frog-like face.

The child rolled his eyes. At least he knew this one. "Froggit!" he said.

“Ha! Wrong!" Mettaton shot another bolt at Frisk. The child tried not to scream and winced instead. It felt worse this time. Mettaton unfolded the paper to show Frisk the rest of the image. It was a picture of Mettaton wearing a shirt with a Froggit on it.

Frisk glared as Mettaton lowered his hand. “Stop it! This isn’t fair!” he shouted. Alphys waved at Frisk to get his attention. She signed letters with her fingers, a, b, c, and d. Frisk gave a slight nod. She was trying to help him, and he was grateful.

"Alright then! Here's a simple one!" The robot lifted a tablet device on which his name appeared. "How many letters are in the name, Mettaton?" Frisk was about to give an answer when more n's started typing across the screen at the end of the name and four choices appeared. The human flashed a glace toward Alphys. She was making a 'c' with her hand.

"C!" Frisk said.

Mettaton gasped and tossed the tablet into the wall behind him. "Oh! Correct!" More confetti fell from the roof as the robot clapped. "Time to break out the big one," he said. He shuffled through his papers to the next question. "Here we are. In the dating simulation video game Mew Mew Kissy Cutie, what is Mew Mew's favorite food?" Frisk glanced at Alphys again.

She gasped then raised her right hand and waved it over her head. "Oh! Oh! I know this one! It's snail ice cream!" she said. "In the fourth chapter, everyone goes to the beach, and she buys ice cream for all of her friends, but it's snail flavor, and she's the only one who wants it!" Alphys excitedly jumped up and down. "It's one of my favorite parts of the game because it's actually a very powerful message about . . ." She slowed when she realized Frisk and Mettaton were both staring at her. "Friendship," she finished. Her hand still in the air, she glanced at Mettaton.

The robot sighed. "Alphys, Alphys, Alphys . . ." he said. "You aren't helping our contestant, are you?" Alphys lowered her hand and shook her head with a nervous grin. "You should have told me," said Mettaton. "I'll ask a question you'll be sure to know the answer to." Alphys covered her mouth with wide eyes. Mettaton faced Frisk again. "Who does Dr. Alphys have a crush on?"

Frisk paused. How was he supposed to know? He looked at the scientist, who was shaking her head as if begging him not to respond. "You have four choices!" said Mettaton. "Undyne, Asgore, yourself, or . . . you don't know."

Frisk shrugged. "I don't know. I hardly know her," he said. Alphys sighed with relief.

"Well! At least you're honest, darling!" said Mettaton. "Technically, you're right! She has a crush on no one, so there's not much to know. Sure, she likes a few monsters out there but she's never had the guts to talk to them in person, much less get into a deeper conversation." Alphys’ gaze drifted to the floor. "So really . . . it's impossible for anyone to know who she likes or for how long. Anyway, there's no point for this to continue," said Mettaton. "With Dr. Alphys helping you, the show has no dramatic tension!” His dull tone switched back to one of enthusiasm. “But this was just the pilot episode! Next up, more drama, more action, more bloodshed!" Mettaton waved and turned to leave. "Until next time, darlings!" He made his exit through the hole in the wall. The lights in the lab flashed on. Frisk rubbed his head then approached Alphys.

She grinned. "Well, that was certainly something," she said.

Frisk nodded. "Yeah.”

"That last question . . . he wasn't supposed to ask that one," she said.

"You should try to meet more people though," said Frisk.

"Well . . . we're going to be leaving the underground soon, right? So I don't have to worry about that." Frisk stared. Alphys glanced away. "No, I know what you mean. You’re right." She looked at the human again. "So . . . on to Hotland?"

Frisk nodded. "Yep." He walked to the back exit of the lab.

"Wait!" Frisk stopped and turned around. Alphys rushed forward, taking a phone from a pocket of her white coat. "Let me give you my phone number! Then if you need help, I could . . ." Frisk took out the phone from Toriel. Alphys gasped when she saw it. "Where did you get that phone!? It's ancient!"

The little human paused to look at it. "Uh . . ."

Alphys grabbed the phone to examine it. "It doesn't even have texting." She glanced up at Frisk, the phone held between her claws. "Wait a second, please." Before Frisk could protest, the scientist rushed through an open doorway on the right. The human moved to follow just as a series of bangs and thuds echoed from the room. He rushed to the doorway just Alphys ran back out. She almost bumped into him. She smiled and handed the phone back. "Here, I upgraded it for you!" said Alphys.

Frisk looked it over. It was quite different now. "Thanks," he said.

"It can do texting, store items, it's got a key chain . . . I even signed you up for the underground's number one social network! Now we're officially friends!" Alphys laughed a bit. Frisk stared at the phone in his hands. His thoughts had gone back to Toriel despite his efforts. Alphys awkwardly glanced away. Frisk blinked and looked up suddenly when he realized she had stopped talking. "I'm . . . going to the bathroom," she said. Alphys rushed back to the door through which she had come and shut it behind her. Frisk sighed and put the phone in his pocket. Before heading out, he stopped by Alphys' fridge. It was full of soda and instant noodles. Frisk took a pack of noodles in case he got hungry. He walked to the back exit and stepped through another automatic door.

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#undertale #undertale fanfiction #Hotland #frisk #mettaton #alphys #part three #frisky business #foraflower au

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debrisyume · 4 years

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Deltarune Theories

This is super late, I know. I’m only posting this after most people stopped caring about the game but I really wanted those who are interested to know what theories I am going with. I actually like the fact that I did it like this because people have noticed and discussed interesting things months after the game was released.

Warning, I don’t think I bring much of anything new to the table with my theories, but I still want to put my thoughts into context so people know where I stand currently. Also imagine everything has a disclaimer that says “This is what I think but I’m prepared to be wrong when the full game comes out.” After all, we don’t know how much of the story we’ve been shown, it could be less than a third for all we know. And I think there’s a lot of lore we aren’t aware of right now.

It might sound kinda fanfiction-y at some points (not that fanfic is bad, but fanfiction doesn’t rely on evidence, I probably discuss a lot of headcanons here with little no backup). Also, this is super long (perhaps excessively so). I’ve broken it up into sections for more easy reading, and I have a short list of my most important or favorite theories at the end, but without explaining why I like them or the evidence for it. If you’re confused or don’t like a theory of mine, I recommend reading the part where I talk about it to at least understand my perspective.

Let’s talk about the ending scene first because I have some... thoughts about it.

That Ending

Ok, first of all, I’m 100% completely certain that the red soul Kris took out doesn’t belong to them. They were definitely possessed by it. I used to think it was theirs but then we took control of it and Kris was willing to get rid of their soul to stop being possessed, but that ended up being too convoluted.

Also, a big piece of evidence that pretty much confirms it’s “our” soul is how Gaster literally summons the red soul for the survey. (“ARE WE CONNECTED?”) Presumably it was going to be put into our created vessel, but then Chara dunked it and Gaster had to make do with Kris. (Or maybe it was Chara who put it inside Kris but I strongly suspect it was Gaster, because Chara was cut off when they were saying “Your name is...” This link also provides evidence toward Chara working with Gaster. They consider Frisk/the player their partner, an equal, and see themselves as a servant for Gaster)

Probably the biggest indication towards Kris being possessed by the soul is the whole ball of junk sequence. They don’t want to throw it away, but we force them to do it and they are clearly upset by it. Not to mention how we can still control the red soul inside the cage by moving it around a little. I don’t see how the ending could be anything but Kris trying to take back control of their own body.

Now, I don’t think Kris is evil. I don’t think they want to kill anyone, I can’t think of a reason why they would want to kill anyone so I’m not expecting it. Their LOVE is at 1 and we never heard about them being violent. There is a big gap between somewhat creepy and mean pranks + social awkwardness, and literal murder. They’ve also done things outside of the soul’s control that make them being evil unlikely in my eyes, they protect Susie and they call her their friend. They also clearly care about Asriel and miss him deeply.

Why would they throw away the first friend they made in years and ruin their relationship with Asriel by killing people in their hometown? I believe the knife thing was just a threat towards the soul, to scare it into leaving them alone. All Chara similarities are because they’re like Chara, not being possessed by them.

I believe they used to have a red soul themselves, but it was taken from them or lost somehow (their similarities to Frisk and Chara are way too stark and prominent for me not to think they had a red soul). For probably a long time they were soulless. We see how being soulless affects Flowey, he can’t feel love, compassion, or hope. I think Kris being soulless like this worsened their already terrible depression, and while they were able to get those feelings back through the new red soul, they aren’t willing to be controlled like that, so they got rid of it. Maybe they’re hoping to get their own soul back one day.

Also, I suspect that Kris has been possessed before, which is why I think they haven’t had their own soul for some time already. The rusty cage they used to trap the soul ‘has seen some use before’. There’s also a suspicious stain by that cage. I believe the first few times they had to rip a soul out, their body couldn’t handle it well and... yeah...

I don’t have a clue why Kris moves the way they do before ripping out the soul though. They walk very similar to how Frisk is described to walk in the Genocide Route, “shambling about from place to place.” But that was as a result of the LOVE they gained, right? It doesn’t look like Kris is controlling their own body well either, and the footsteps from the Dark World... maybe prolonged possession really hampers Kris’ own control of their body. They are described as looking sick in Hometown, which implies being possessed made them sick... someone help them already.

Kris’ Weapon

I would like to talk about the knife for a second too. So, their weapon is listed as “pencil” and not knife. I don’t know about you, but a pencil sounds like a pretty shitty weapon, especially if I already have a knife with me. But, what if Kris didn’t always have that knife with them? I know this will sound kinda crazy, but I think they summoned it with magic (Chara/Frisk/Kris has a strong resemblance to one of humanity’s seven greatest magicians, the poncho human, so this doesn’t come across as that unlikely to me. I think Poncho Human is one of those magicians because they’re always seen as toward the front/leading the humans, including when the barrier was being made, although I will admit this isn’t really confirmation).

We already seen this happen in Undertale. No matter what weapon you have equipped in the Omega Flowey fight, the knife animation will always play when you attack him, even if the knife isn’t in your inventory. This happens in other instances too like when Chara kills Sans, Asgore, and Flowey for you. Kris does look like they reached into their pocket for the knife, but I still believe it wasn’t there initially, otherwise the knife would be their “weapon.”

Is the Red Soul really supposed to be us?

Back to the soul, I don’t think the soul belongs to the player specifically. While I think it’s a valid theory, it kinda makes me uncomfortable, similar to the player theory in Undertale which I used to believe in. It’s not just that though, I believe the red soul has a good chance of belonging to Frisk.

Think about it, the red soul knows things Kris shouldn’t know about, they recognize Sans (and Sans probably recognizes the soul but is pretending not to know anything about what’s going on), they ask Undyne about Alphys, who’s supposed to be her girlfriend in the universe they came from. They also explicitly can’t play piano, unlike Kris, which excludes many players. Kris’ Dark World outfit matches Frisk’s usual clothes very well, and then there’s the flirting thing.

The vessel we made at the beginning has two stripes on their shirt, and their soul is red... like... a certain someone... we’re familiar with... it can’t be Chara, because Chara is the one who got rid of our vessel. And what was Chara doing before they got cut off? Telling Frisk a phrase similar to ones they heard before (Despite everything, it’s still you. Try as you might, you continue to be yourself. No one can choose who they are in this world.) and trying to remind Frisk of what their true name is (“Your name is...” a direct parallel to the flashback when Asriel introduces himself to Chara, but the flashback ended before he could, so we only heard “My name is...”) because apparently Frisk forgot who they were.

Anyone else find the survey questions weird? Besides how the speaker clearly isn’t too familiar with humans, none of them particularly identify a personality, they’re all about favorites or physical things. Gaster summoned Frisk’s soul for a specific purpose, but apparently they don’t need to be completely “themselves” to fulfill that purpose?

Also, if the red soul is supposed to be the player, not only is the bad piano playing oddly exclusive, but so is the color. We know from UT that each soul color had a virtue to go along with it, yet ours is always red, like Frisk and Chara’s. You could just wave it away as being red because it was our previous player character’s, but I still think it’s weird because Toby could have let us choose our own soul color or made a small quiz that picked our virtue for us. I still think red has its own virtue, despite us not knowing it. It can’t be determination, because DT is some sort of magical substance that exists in all humans (it’s also too similar to perseverance to be a separate trait). I have my own ideas, but maybe we’ll find it out in this game? Either way, there’s no reason it has to be red in particular, if it’s meant to represent the player, unless we’re actually playing as a character with a red soul.

Now that I’ve established that I think the red soul is Frisk, I need to explain what kind of Frisk. I think this Frisk is older, closer to Kris’ age than how old they were in Undertale. It must be after a pacifist run, because that’s the only run where Alphys and Undyne get together, although I haven’t decided yet if it’s regular pacifist or soulless pacifist. The way Chara talks reminds me more of their Genocide run self, not to mention the callback to the soulless pacifist ending in DR.

The thing about determination in Deltarune’s universe is that I think it still exists, otherwise we wouldn’t be able to save and reload at all, but that it hasn’t been named or even have much research to it at all. After all, the one who discovered it was Alphys, after Chara and Asriel were long dead. And Alphys in this universe isn’t a scientist. Kris also seems to be aware they can save, but their save file is weirdly empty...

The Dark World isn’t Real, kinda (but neither is Hometown, kinda)

Now, pretty much everyone has considered the idea that the Dark World is not actually real. The food isn’t filling, after completing a playthrough you can skip going to school and just go back to sleep to come to the Dark World, the areas and characters each have a counterpart in the unused classroom (except for Ralsei, hmm). Kris’ pencil also turns into a sword, we can tell because if they get the spooky sword, they come back with a Halloween pencil.

I don’t think it’s as simple as the Dark World being fake though. The idea of Kris and Susie having some sort of shared dream experience is weird, and all the roleplaying theories make no sense to me (why would Susie participate when she only starts caring about Kris toward the end of their journey?). All the characters not being real just makes me sad, and the adventure feels hollow of if it was just imagination.

I believe the Dark World is a pocket dimension of some sorts, influenced by what goes on in Hometown (Seam being old is because ‘stuffed animal Seam’ is worn out after some years). It might be pretty dependent on Hometown to exist, but all the characters are perfectly sentient and have their own agency. Think... idk what goes on in Toy Story or Spirited Away?

However, I also believe Hometown is fake in some way, or at the very least, there’s some shady magic stuff going on. While on the surface it seems like a perfectly normal town where monsters are happily living above ground, seemingly never been trapped by humans in the first place, most of the characters we know are unhappy in some way. Bratty and Catty hate each other, Alphys and Undyne don’t know each other, Mettaton isn’t confident and seems pretty depressed, being a teacher is literally the worst job Alphys could have, etc.

There’s also things that feel super off. The way Toriel acts as a parent to Kris feels like a downgrade from Undertale, Asgore is living in poverty and no one is really helping him (almost makes me wonder if he was never a king in this universe?). Why don’t Alphys and Undyne don’t know each other, anyway? The town is pretty damn small and they both hold job positions that would make them well known, especially given how it seems like only Toriel and apparently Blooky is the other teacher/officer respectively.

Why is there a stain in Kris’ room that Toriel doesn’t seem to care about, even just to clean? Why is she overprotective to the point of punishing Asriel for being kissed by a girl? Why is Asriel the only character living his best life? He’s alive, he’s popular, his family is proud of him, while is Kris is seen as a creepy loner.

The lights in the school not reflecting the correct way, assuming that was deliberate (considering its similarities to the judgement hall, which is weird on its own, I’m betting it is). The way Toriel’s doorknobs on multiple doors work should be impossible. That fucking bunker?? Why is it there?? Why is Gaster’s music playing there?? IM SO UNSETTLED

Anyway, my point is I have to wonder if Hometown is fabricated in some way. I like to think of it as a world someone created that isn’t completely finished, or something went wrong in the process. This post talks about a great idea about how the Deltarune universe is meant to be an “ideal AU” for Asriel and Chara (Asriel creating the Dark World while Hometown was done by Chara) and I’ve been really into it since I first read it. It just makes a lot of sense to me. I believe it was done with the help of Gaster, who has his own agenda going on, which is why things aren’t perfect.

What’s up with Kris?

Now, about Kris’ identity. It’s hard for me to believe they’re completely separate from either Frisk or Chara because of the similarities they all share. Kris’s skin and hair colors match Frisk’s perfectly, but their personality seems to match Chara more. They’re quiet (we never hear Chara’s voice in the videotapes), the demon horns headband are very much Chara’s style, they like being creepy, while Chara’s hair doesn’t cover their eyes when see them at the end of the Genocide run, we never actually see their eyes in the flashbacks, they’re also both very close to Asriel.

I also think it’s important to mention that Deltarune takes place in 202X, while Chara fell in 201X, and Frisk fell much, much later. I’ve seen people liken Kris to a “Chara self-insert” and it makes a lot of sense to me in the context of Deltarune being a created AU. I’m more in the “Kris is an AU Chara” boat than “fusion who’s taking the place of both” or “AU Frisk”, because personality sticks out more to me than physical stuff. But the “self-insert” idea could explain away the name and appearance differences. Chara could see Frisk as a better version of themselves, taken stuff like Asriel saying Frisk “is the friend he wished he always had” to heart, and unconsciously mold this AU version of them to resemble Frisk more.

Essentially Kris is Chara’s OC in the same way Ralsei and the Absolute God of Hyperdeath are to Asriel. Not to mention since I think Frisk is the red soul, the idea of them possessing an AU version of themselves is a bit... odd, but if it’s an AU Chara than it’s almost a reverse of the situation they two had in the Undertale (although I don’t think Chara took control outside of certain instances). Which is a fun idea to me! Like Underswap but angsty teen edition, haha.

Tbh, the idea of Kris being an “AU Chara” is more just my personal preference, as it goes well with a lot of headcanons for Chara (I had one that they played the piano before Deltarune came out, for instance), however, I can admit that some sort of fusion between Frisk and Chara (heck, their name is even a combination of the two, ‘Chris’! It’s probably spelled as Kris because that’s more gender-neutral, I bet) seems more likely at this point, no matter how weird I personally find it.

By the way, I strongly feel that Kris would have a different outfit in the Dark World if they had their own soul instead of Frisk’s soul inside of them. I can see theirs following a similar knight theme, but it wouldn’t have a blue and pink color palette.

Also, I have to wonder if maybe Kris was Chara’s old name back in Undertale? It’s not a stretch to imagine that they chose their name before meeting Asriel the same way we chose Chara’s name in the beginning of Undertale. But, if it’s a case of Kris being Chara’s old name, I think it’s just that they haven’t figured out their ‘true name’ yet because they never heard of ‘Chara’ before, rather than everyone disrespecting their wishes. Frankly, the idea of everyone misgendering/deadnaming Kris intentionally makes me uncomfortable and also comes across as pretty OOC for the monsters.

To pacify or not pacify?

I said before that I’m uncertain as to whether Deltarune is a sequel to post-pacifist Undertale or post-soullless pacifist, but I think if it was the soulless version, it would give us a good explanation for how Gaster acquired Frisk’s soul (Toby could easily explain it away as void fuckery powers but whatever). Chara could have been to the one to give it to him, because they are technically in possession of Frisk’s soul.

I still consider the soul to be Frisk’s even if they gave it to Chara. We already know from the Omega Flowey and Asriel fights that even when someone else is using the soul, the person will still exist in some way. Even if Chara owns the soul now, it’s still made from Frisk’s essence. Also, Chara and Gaster seem to be working together, I think Chara gave the soul to him and that’s how the survey got started. And since it’s not in Chara’s body anymore/Chara could have just given up ownership of it, Frisk is the only one in control of it now.

Frisk isn’t evil they just lack empathy and occasionally go into a dissociative state where they commit atrocities

(The title is supposed to be a meme reference don’t take it too seriously, although I always liked the headcanon that Frisk struggles with empathy more than people think). You guys might be thinking I’m being too harsh on Frisk. They’re possessing Kris, they probably did a Genocide run, etc. Well, I don’t think any worse of Frisk than I do for Flowey. They (along with Chara) are just traumatized kids in messed up circumstances with way too much power in their hands. Frisk also never consented to being put into Kris. I don’t think they have any idea what the fuck is going on.

You can answer ‘no’ to multiple questions in the survey and it continues on as if you answered yes, they probably thought the whole thing was weird and kinda shady, but they literally had no choice but to go through with it. They were also under the impression that their vessel would be the new artificial human they’re creating, not someone who already has a life. I’m also not sure if they have a good way to communicate with Kris and hear their thoughts on everything. Frisk might be able to talk to Kris through narration, but not hear what they want to say in return, only some of their feelings. Or they’re not able to talk to each other at all, which just makes the situation harder on both of them.

Frisk can do many things that unintentionally hurt Kris, like hugging Ralsei when Kris doesn’t like hugs, but that seems to be a case of ignorance. As far as I know, there’s only one thing Frisk can do that’s deliberately bullying them, which is breaking the ball of junk (it’s also crappy if they named it that way when Kris clearly likes it). That is pretty shitty of them, but it’s not too far off from the jerk things you can do in Undertale, liking eating the snowman piece in front of the Snowman or letting Monster Kid fall to their possible death, as far as Frisk knew (all on a pacifist run too!).

Frisk still needs to apologize to them, but I think the two will be able to mend things together eventually. I’m hoping they will because I’ve already thought a lot about their possible friendship after they reconcile lol (This is going to be one of those theories I’m sad about if it’s not true)

I would also like to say that if Frisk has ever met the Gaster followers/Gaster himself (which you can do without hacking in updated versions of Undertale) during a couple of timeline resets then they might feel an obligation to help him, even if they have a bad feeling about it.

Chara and Gaster are playing tug-of-war (and I want the old man to lose because I’m biased)

Back to Chara and Gaster working together, I believe this is almost certainly what’s happening, but they definitely seem to have different goals, or at least different ways of going about it. The way Chara takes over gives me the impression they’re arguing with Frisk caught in the middle. I’m uncertain as to why Chara discarded the vessel, but I doubt they killed the little guy. Maybe possessing a Goner Human would have unpleasant consequences we aren’t aware of.

From what we know of goners, they essentially don’t exist in the same way Gaster doesn’t. Maybe, people would be able to acknowledge us at first, but overtime, similar to Gaster, our existence is forgotten while our accomplishments still exist. I’m expecting them to come back eventually. I like the idea of them being The Knight, although that would require some weird timeline stuff going on, like the period between our vessel being discarded and the red soul being put inside Kris to have taken a much longer time than we thought.

As I mentioned before, I think Gaster was the one to put the soul in Kris, not Chara. My reasoning for this is how Chara gets cut off when telling the soul their name. Gaster could have went with Kris because they’re the best fit (being a human, presumably used to being possessed— notice also how despite clearly not liking being controlled, they still do everything we say) and how they’re already a part of the Legend, apparently, so they were supposed to go the Dark World the whole time.

If Chara was the one who did it, then I think it’s because since Frisk is “their partner”, Chara wants them to work with this AU version of themselves. If Kris is supposed to be Chara, then I can also see Chara just not caring about their comfort or what they want, since Chara always seemed to have a low opinion of themselves, I doubt they’d care much about an AU version.

Otherwise, well, the Chara that gets corrupted by LOVE by the end of the Genocide Route seems to treat everything with apathy unless it has to do with power and irresponsible people getting what they deserve, so they still probably wouldn’t really care much about what Kris wants. Chara could have also thought they were helping by giving them a soul, even if it’s a soul that will control them.

Btw, I doubt Chara has completely bad intentions even if this is the Genocide run version of them, nothing to do with a massacre at least. They’re not even directly interfering with the world besides the vessel thing, Gaster is the one’s in charge of our game over screen (something I think is important and will get back to later!) and we’re the one who chooses to fight people. It’s just that the Darkners run away before we can kill them. Chara has also never been above doing questionable things for the greater good, just look at the buttercup plan.

Suzy/Susie, also that other lizard teen

As far I’m concerned right now, Suzy from Undertale is the same Susie from Deltarune, similar to Chara and Kris’ connection, she’s just younger. However, I wouldn’t be surprised if Suzy is a different character and she’ll appear later in the game. I’m thinking she’s another monster rather than a human, if she isn’t Susie herself. The reason I’m being cautious about whether they’re alternate counterparts is that Catty and Catti are separate characters, despite having very similar names. I wouldn’t be surprised if Suzy and Susie are actually related in Deltarune.

Also, if the soul is a post-pacifist Frisk like I think it is, and Suzy is Susie, then I definitely think Frisk became friends with Suzy after the barrier was broken. I imagine a younger Susie would be more mellow and less of a bully, and Frisk could be a good source of support when she’s dealing with her problems. I think even if they aren’t the same person, it’s likely that Frisk knows Suzy if she’s a monster.

Goner Clamgirl specifically told Frisk they’ll be meeting Suzy soon, so if she isn’t Susie, we’ll definitely see her eventually. And if this is post-soulless pacifist... well, I never thought Chara killed everyone, I thought it was a threat to scare Frisk into behaving or remind them/the player of what they’ve done. Kinda hard to be completely happy with your family and friends while being haunted by the fact that you killed them before.

Monster Kid is kinda screwing with me. Their horns are pointing the opposite side of where they did in Undertale, this is significant because Goner Kid’s horns point the same way as DR Kid. We already know of one goner living a normal life in Deltarune, could DR MK be Goner Kid while UT MK is... uh... MIA, in the Deltarune universe, for the lack of a better term? They act exactly the same though, which is pretty weird. I am still very concerned.

The Narrator is more confusing than Gaster at this point

Now, one of the mysteries that is fucking with me the most is who the narrator is. I don’t think it’s Kris, the use of ‘you’ and other things (Kris got the hot chocolate, you felt a feeling of relief @ the ball of junk not being thrown away is clearly about Kris) doesn’t really fit it being Kris in my head. There’s a lot of similarities with Chara but too many odd things as well... it uses the exact phrasing but with notable differences. The cactus isn’t tsundere, “it’s only you” feels VERY off and kinda mean since Kris isn’t exactly alone anymore... It’s sometimes stiff and brief, similar to the Genocide run narration at times, but it also has its playful moments “It’s good to conserve water” when choosing not to flush the toilet, and the whole “perpetrating the cycle” when talking about the moss.

I like to think it’s a Frisk trying to mimic Chara at times, actually. “He cannot be reasoned with, but don’t give up...!” when checking the Spade King gives me strong Frisk vibes. Also “It's quite small, but some people REALLY like it,” for the choco diamond implies the narrator isn’t a huge fan of chocolate (which Kris and Chara are, the choco diamond heals Kris the most). It’d also make the most sense, if the red soul is Frisk, for Frisk to be the narrator.

However, something that feels off for both Frisk and Chara as narrator candidates is that the narrator seems familiar with Kris. They know Kris can save (“the light only you know”), they know which locker belongs to them and Asriel, they know Kris’ and Asriel’s old Halloween costumes are from 8 years ago specifically... which is... extremely weird? How can Chara or Frisk know these things if they’ve never been to this world before?

Which leads me to my crackpot theory, the narrator is college!Asriel who’s actually dead. THINK ABOUT IT. It’s definitely wrong but whatever. For now my favorite candidate is Frisk but who fucking knows. I’d even accept Gaster at this point, and I hate that theory for Undertale. It’d be too easy if they’re not meant to be character in this game, I think it is supposed to be someone.

ALSO ALSO important fact is that they are definitely narrating to Kris. They refer to Toriel and Asriel as “your mother and brother” and there’s stuff like “You really didn’t want to throw it away.” So the narrator is talking to Kris and not to the soul. I think this is significant.

But yet ANOTHER weird thing about this is “the power of reoccurring bake sales shines within you” line (or whatever, can’t remember the exact phrasing). There’s only one bake sale in Deltarune, but this makes sense in the context of a post-Undertale playthrough, because we experienced more bake sales there. But that means the narrator (Chara I guess, if we’re just going off of this line) is talking to Frisk... which can’t be possible because I already established how they’re clearly talking to Kris, not the soul... (the narrator talking to more to one person or there being two narrators would get way too confusing too fast, like, how are we supposed to figure out who’s who or who exactly they’re talking to if there’s more than one for either?)... and yet if it’s Frisk talking to Kris this line is still strange... because Kris has only been to one bake sale before... you guys understand yet why the narrator mystery is frustrating to me???

Gaster isn’t evil but he’s probably worst void grandpa ever

I do not trust Gaster. I do not trust him at all (I also don’t trust Ralsei). I don’t think he’ll be a traditional villain though. It’d be kinda hypocritical of me to assume the worst of him when I’m such a big Chara fan. The problem is we barely know anything about him. With Chara, we have just enough info to figure out likely motivations, backstory, and personality (from the narration). I have an idea about what Gaster wants but not much about why he’s going about it in this... pretty convoluted way.

I think Gaster wants to be whole again, I think he wants to go back to his friends and family. However, he’s going too far and is fine with people getting hurt as long as he can achieve his goal. Being shattered across time and space probably fucked with his mind at least a little bit. And after a while of nonexistence he’s probably gotten desperate. I’m thinking he’ll be a helpful, if confusing, ally at first, then as we learn more about what he wants he’ll turn into an antagonist. And it will end in an redemption.

Also since there’s apparently an actual debate about this, Gaster is definitely involved with Deltarune, along with Chara. I’m uncertain as to how big Chara’s role is, but Gaster will certainly be a big part of the game. The post I linked about Chara discarding the vessel has undeniable proof it was them, and there’s wayyyy too many hints about Gaster around for him not to be in the game. The speaking style of the one who gave us the survey matches exactly with how Gaster speaks in Entry 17, his music motifs are everywhere (when we call the phone number, the area around the bunker, etc) at least one of his ‘followers’ is up and alive, Seam directly quotes his iconic “darker, yet darker” line... like, there’s no way he’s not involved.

Now, the game over screen is very interesting. Gaster asks us if we want to continue on after we die, and if we say no, the world was “covered in darkness” and we get to listen to some very pretty, but melancholy and slightly ominous music, while we wait in the blank void for Gaster to let us restart. It reminds me of when Chara destroys the world and there’s only howling winds to listen to until they decide to talk to us. Actually, the more I compare the two, the more similar these scenes are.

Frisk is at the mercy of a being more powerful than them, who’s the one that gets to decide if they can continue interacting with the world (with Chara you have to convince them to remake the world). Gaster doesn’t let Frisk reload the timeline themselves, almost as if Gaster is the one with control over the timeline. Gaster bluntly tells Frisk that they failed to save the world, puts them in a time-out as some, frankly, kinda messed up punishment for saying no to restarting, and after a while of presumably contemplating their failure, it’s only then that Gaster lets Frisk try again.

I read a very cool theory that at the start with the survey, when you accept the agreement, you give up your determination to Gaster. This lets the Game Over screen make a lot more sense in context. Gaster is the one who gets to decide when we get to reload the timeline and even where (I saw someone point out that Kris & company typically don’t respawn right by a save point like in Undertale, rather closer to where you last died, that only happens a few times in UT I believe). If this is true that’s... more than a little concerning, but it’s cool too!

Ralsei isn’t evil but he’s certainly suspicious

NOW, let’s talk about everyone’s favorite fluffy boy! Evil Ralsei sounds like the most boring and predictable twist ever. But I’m willing to bet money that there will be a couple of twists with Ralsei’s motives and who he actually is. It’s kinda interesting how Ralsei knows Kris and Susie’s names already, and that he’s the one who tells Kris to direct the soul to Susie, obviously to help out Susie, but maybe also to have a private conversation with Kris?

Gaster never intended for the vessel to be discarded, so it was most likely going to take the place of the human from the prophecy, yet Kris is also one of those “wonderful people” we’re going to meet (Gaster says something to this affect when we name ourselves Kris, note that he only does this with major characters like Susie, Ralsei, and Noelle, who looks like she’s joining us later, and says something different when we call ourselves Toriel, Sans, etc). What I’m getting at is that I’m pretty sure Ralsei either knows the name of the “creator”, the vessel, or both even, and that Kris was also going to join our adventure despite being an extra human. Similar to how Noelle is apparently an extra monster for the Legend.

Back to Ralsei, he definitely seems to know more than he lets on, and could also be lying about some things. It’s pretty interesting that the Spade kingdom’s fountain is the one that was made recently and that we’re supposed to destroy, in contrast to Ralsei’s fountain, which, despite apparently being around for longer, doesn’t have his own subjects? Yet another interesting thing is how Ralsei is usually referred to as a Lightner when he’s with Kris, or with both Kris and Susie.

If Ralsei is hiding something or lying about stuff, I don’t think he’s doing it maliciously. It could be directions from Gaster or something like that. Ralsei’s similarities to Asriel are also very suspicious, and I find the idea of those two not being related at all extremely unconvincing. He acts like a goody two shoes version of Asriel, with his flaws relating to how much of a doormat he is. He’s basically the inverse of the Absolute God of Hyperdeath. Despite how much he advises against fighting anyone, he lets us fight people as much as we please.

Personally, I think he’s a post-pacifist Flowey. It just makes sense to me. Ralsei looks like he’s trying to imitate his idea of Frisk (you can play Frisk as a huge jerk in pacifist yet Asriel still thinks Frisk is super cool), and thinks nonviolence is the way to get the happy ending. He also uses some of the same lines as Flowey in the first battle of the game. I think he’s being manipulated somewhat by Gaster, probably regarding his memories, so he’s actually being genuine as opposed to putting on an act. Although the idea of Ralsei trying to guilt trip us when we drop the manual too many times is hilarious. I also like to think his Light World form is a flower.

The Skeleton Brothers

Last but not least, Sans and Papyrus. Sans, like always, seems to know more about what’s going on. You could interpret Sans as not knowing who we are, but I think he’s actually trolling us. He acts like he knows Kris at first, probably because he’s aware that we don’t know this is their first meeting. “Look who it is! How’s it going kid?” is what you say to someone you met before, I don’t care what anyone says.

Pretending to know someone is a weird joke for a first meeting, imo, unless he means it as a inside joke for Frisk, and isn’t really talking to Kris at that moment. Then, when we say “great to see you again” Sans pretends we’re a weirdo to make fun like he usually does, not giving away that he recognizes Frisk’s soul and putting them on edge as a result (probably failing on the latter at least lbr), so Frisk gets to feel sheepish while Kris is confused as fuck.

I’m not... completely certain from what timeline Sans is, and I’m pretty certain it’s a Sans from one of the Undertale timelines, with the joke about knowing us and how he’s the only returning character with an unchanged sprite. The easiest would be a Genocide run, maybe he didn’t really get killed and if that’s the case, he really has nothing left to live for so might as well go to a different universe, especially if the anomaly is running around and possibly mucking things up again. But why does he have Grillby’s bar with him? I guess he did leave it behind in the Genocide timeline and he said he’s “going to Grillby’s” so that would make sense.

But what about Papyrus? Papyrus throws the biggest wrench in these theories about this being the same Sans because we don’t know anything about this Papyrus. If it’s the DR version of Papyrus then that means there’s a DR version of Sans around with no little brother, and I can’t see UT Sans being that selfish. Post-pacifist would work better, I think. Papyrus is alive in that timeline and maybe if it was important enough they’d leave their friends behind to the DR universe but I kinda can’t see them doing that?

Any other timeline besides Pacifist and Genocide doesn’t work because Grillby never leaves his bar alone for Sans to take (I can’t see him doing that if Grillby is still tending to it). Although I will say if this is a Papyrus who knows who Frisk is, I can see Papyrus being able to play dumb about the similarities he sees between Kris and Frisk, including the soul. He’s always been good at hiding how powerful he is (and seems to be aware of Sans’ teleportation and study of different timelines), so he could just leave more hints about the apparent dimensional travel going on between these games but never being too obvious about it.

Also, I have to say I don’t think either of them are aware of Gaster being involved, although I could be wrong, there’s not much to indicate for either or. Oh, and since Gaster seems to be such a big deal in this game, I think we have a good chance of finally knowing more of the skelebros’ backstory.

Predictions for the full game

There’s no way “your choices don’t matter” is going to be 100% endorsed by the game, even with only one ending. I feel like the ending will be like the “despite everything, it’s still you” line, ie it’ll have a different feel depending on what you do. That particular mirror line still appears whether you do pacifist or when you’re at LV 18. It sounds bittersweet and affectionate when you’ve shown mercy, but when you’ve been pretty dusty, it sounds almost... judgmental. Like wow, you didn’t improve yourself at all, huh?

We already kinda see this with when you fight the Darkners or spare them all (which I definitely think will have a butterfly effect, along with freeing Jevil maybe). The fight ending is more somber while the spare ending is a lot more funny. I highly doubt Deltarune will go full grimdark, even if there will be challenges and horrifying things to discover. I’m sure the ending will be satisfying and have some sort of hopeful tone.

Anyway, now for less big picture things. I’d LOVE for Monster Kid to have a bigger role in the later parts of the game, since they were basically Frisk’s only peer in the underground that they could count on not to kill them (yes Flowey I’m shading you), and I have a big soft spot for their friendship, despite it being rather minor. If the soul belongs to Frisk like I think it does, there could be some interesting interactions. Especially since Frisk is closer to their version of MK than Kris is to the one they know.

However, I highly doubt it. MK doesn’t have a portrait or their own soundbites. I do think part of the game will be Kris improving their relationships with the monsters though, and MK will be one of them. They seem to count on each other to be group partners when they need to, but they’re not close at all. MK looks like they have a tendency to put their foot in their mouth around Kris and doesn’t really get them. I’m thinking that’ll change depending on our choices whenever we get a chance to interact with them. Either that, or there will be a running cycle of MK accidentally annoying Kris, them realizing it and getting uncomfortable, awkward silence ensues, rinse and repeat. RIP school friends.

Noelle will definitely be a big character, since like many predicted, she’s coming to the Dark World. Rudy is almost certainly going to die and that will affect her character arc, along with her seemingly strained relationship with her mother (her being too scared to ask her mom for the house keys raises a red flag).

I think her and Susie will get off on the wrong foot, Noelle will come on too strong and Susie thinks she’s making fun of her and doesn’t actually want to be her friend, because why would she? As they have to interact more in the Dark World though, I’m sure eventually Susie will realize she was being sincere, they’ll become good friends, and even start dating toward the end. Unlike with Alphys and Undyne, I don’t think we’ll get to be a wingman. We might attempt it, but nothing comes from it and it’s just those two becoming a couple on their own to follow the “your choices don’t matter” theme.

Berdly kinda seems like he’s just going to be a jerk character with funny lines, but he does have a portrait and unique soundbites, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he gets an arc to himself. Maaaaybe he’ll join the party but who really knows. I’m applying this same “maybe” to all new school characters that have the portrait, because why bother giving those to characters with minor roles? Maybe so we can see what they look like better but eh.

Also this is more of a personal preference of mine but I don’t want more villains like the king... a big appeal to me with Undertale is how no one is completely evil and every major character gets their happy ending (except Asriel, Chara, post-Genocide run Frisk, and Gaster, more on that in a little) and is generally written to be flawed but likable and understandable in their own way. I can deal with the king because the fairytale/Alice in Wonderland vibes of the Dark World gives me the impression that it’s meant to have a black-and-white story to tell, where the heroes defeat the bad guy with very little depth, especially if it was created by Asriel, but I think as we explore the Dark World more, it will be more gray.

Timeline shenanigans

(Please also read the last paragraph in the last section for added context)

As I stated before, the universe of Deltarune comes across to me as an imperfectly created AU in a post-Undertale ending setting. This is a big, albeit maybe unlikely wish of mine, but I’m hoping that those who didn’t get an actual happy ending in Undertale will by the end of Deltarune. I think it’s significant how you’re told to play Deltarune only after finishing Undertale. Outside of it generally bring more enjoyable when you recognize the characters and get the references, I think it’s also important to understand the story.

Toby has stated that Deltarune “is a different world with different rules, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be no connections between [it and Undertale.]” If you got a happy ending in Undertale, Deltarune isn’t a sequel to that. It’s a sequel to the soulless-pacifist/genocide ending, or a sequel to a pacifist ending unrelated to our own. Undertale has already made a point to say there’s other AUs and timelines going on separate from ours, which what I think Toby means by our specific playthrough being “untouched” if we got the pacifist ending.

Also, about the 3 save files. They are, frankly, extremely confusing to me, but I still have some things to say. It’s interesting how Asriel’s drawers (and I think other places in the room) each contain different things between the different save files. I have to wonder if they’ll be implemented in the story somehow, and if the differences will increase as the story goes on, but I can’t see how Toby will do that without making multiple endings in the process? I wonder if we’ll have to use them in the same way Omega Flowey did (who had multiple save files according to the souls).

Chapter 2

As for chapter 2, like I said earlier, I highly, highly doubt Kris is going to kill any monsters, that just wouldn’t fit with what we know of them so far. I wouldn’t be surprised if they do attempt to attack the soul though. I’m leaning more towards them threatening it, doing a fakeout stab or something (“who’s in control NOW?”), and dumping the soul somewhere. Maybe they’d succeed in killing it but the soul would just reload, to the last save point even, back within Kris, which they’re probably aware of. There’d be no point in killing it when it’d just come back to life, so I think Kris is going to get rid of it in a nonviolent way.

I’m not sure if we’d go straight to what happens there though? I heard in Mother 3, a game Toby clearly likes, each chapter starts off with a different character’s perspective or something, which would be good for suspense in Deltarune ch 2. We’d probably play as Susie or Noelle at first, I’m thinking Susie in particular. We’d see what her home life is like and where she lives (big mysteries in the game and a point of concern considering her eating habits). She’d go to school, but Kris isn’t there because they’re sleeping in and didn’t feel like going. They’d probably get away with it by telling Toriel they’re sick because literally everyone talked about how being possessed was making them look ill.

Susie wanders around town for a bit after school, mustering up the courage to ask Kris if they still want to go back to the Dark World because what if skipping school was their subtle way of rejecting her friendship? She comes across the red soul, goes what the fuck that’s KRIS’ soul?? Is immediately concerned and brings it back to them. Kris looks like they don’t give a shit but is internally freaking out, makes up some excuse, looking entirely too shady so the Kris-is-evil theorists can have some fuel before being shot down later.

And then we’d switch to their perspective (or, I guess we get to play as the red soul) where they talk to the red soul, initially Kris is very aggressive but somehow we figure out a way to communicate with Kris and tell our side of the story. Apologies are made and Kris is somewhat mollified. Maybe this time Kris consents to being possessed but makes up some ground rules or the two work together to find a different vessel, maybe the golden flower in Asgore’s shop?

Also in the middle of all this there’s a flashback to how the soul ended up where Susie found it. I think this could all work with Noelle instead too. We don’t know what she does after school and she has known Kris for a long time, she might know what their real soul looks like (Like I said earlier, I do think Kris’ actual soul is red) or at least how human souls aren’t white and are right side up.

Summarization of the most important theories I guess

—Kris is being possessed by the red soul, which belongs to an teenage Frisk after a pacifist or soulless pacifist route.

—Considering the options for when you talk to Sans (“Great to see you again!” vs “Who the hell are you?”) I think one half of most options (probably the left side) is something Frisk would like to say while the other half is what Kris wants to say.

—The Deltarune Universe was created by both UT Asriel (more specifically post-pacifist Flowey) and Chara, with help from Gaster. However, he’s manipulating them for his own agenda which is why the world is more than a little weird. Asriel and Chara probably don’t know the other is working with Gaster as well.

—Chara is aware that Gaster is shady and doesn’t fully trust him, to the point they’re interfering and outright arguing with him, unlike UT Asriel, who might have his memories scrambled up.

—Kris is Chara’s self-insert for the Deltarune world, while Ralsei is Flowey. I’m not exactly sure if DR Asriel exists.

—Even if Gaster will be an antagonist he’s getting an redemption arc. He just wants to exist again, but he’s getting too desperate.

—Sans (who is his UT self as far as I’m concerned) is here to keep an eye on the anomaly (Frisk) and make sure they don’t abuse their time-travel powers again. UT Papyrus is also here, knows more than one might expect, possibly to befriend the anomaly to discourage them from doing anything questionable (although I doubt he thinks badly of the anomaly, whether it’s us or Frisk).

—We should have read the fine print before “accepting everything that will happen from now on” because doing that allowed Gaster to steal our determination and now it’s his turn on the timeline.

—Determination still exists, otherwise we couldn’t save and reload the timeline, it just hasn’t been named by Alphys like in UT.

—Gaster is the one who put Frisk’s soul in Kris, while Chara was trying to tell Frisk what their real name is, before getting cut off.

—I think every character is getting a happy ending it’ll just take a while to get there.

—Not exactly a theory, but I find it very interesting how the Angel in the Legend is seen as some sort of enemy to peace between the Lightners and Darkners, while also being revered as a god in Hometown’s religion. Not to mention how the Angel in the prophecy of the Delta Rune is either Frisk, Chara, or Asriel in Undertale.

Annnnnddd that’s it I guess? Congrats if you got to the end, and I appreciate people reading this even if you didn’t read the whole thing. I’m not tagging this because I don’t want people coming onto this post to say how Chara or Kris are definitely evil, but I don’t mind discussion and people telling me they disagree with any of my theories.

#the seal barked again #seriously guys this is longgggg #i wont be offended if you only read parts of it

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ninjabobanekokyrie · 4 years

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Undertale: No More

Chapter 14-And roaming through this darkness, I’m alive but I’m alone

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Sans was never one for making promises.

He hated making them during his childhood, and only despised them more entering adulthood.

The skeleton just despised the idea of making a promise he couldn’t keep, and having to gaze at that heartbreaking expression of that person he hurt by breaking it.

He’s seen that look at Papyrus’s face before.

More than once.

And every time he absolutely hated it.

To know that he just broke not only his baby brother’s trust but his SOUL...it was enough to make Sans’ own soul sting in agony.

Which was why after the last time, he swore to himself that he was done making promises. And he would only make them if he was certain he could keep them.

He never used “I promise”, instead using “Don’t worry ‘bout it, I got it”.

It wasn’t as assuring as a promise, but it was good enough.

And for the longest time, “good enough” worked out.

That was until he met Toriel.

“Y-You want me ta look after a human? Seriously?”

“Oh, I know that it is asking a lot, but I beg of you. I just...I want to know that they will be safe...just knowing that one person won’t try to kill them...that will be enough.”

“.....Alright. I’ll do it.”

“You—You will?”

“Yeah. After all, that sounds a lot easier than the normal amount of work I’m too lazy to do as a sentry. Just following them? Can’t be that hard.”

“Do you promise?”

“I just said I would, didn’t I?”

“Please. Promise me. It’s very important.”

“........Yeah, I promise....”

“Thank you so much....you have no idea what this means to me, it just...thank you.”

Sans sighed, leaning his head in his hand as he stood at his post in Waterfall.

He really got way in over his head with the promise he made to that old lady.

Why did he have to be so weak?

Though, watching the kid had been pretty easy so far. No trouble.

Maybe he’d be able to keep this promise.

He suddenly frowned.

Speaking of which, where was that kid?

He hadn’t seen Frisk since the child first entered Waterfall and given him a big hug before running off to explore.

Was the kid okay? Did something happen? Did Sans fuck this job up so early into the game?

...No. Maybe he was just being paranoid.

Yeah, that had to be it. He was worrying over nothing.

Yawning, he settled down to take a nap.

However, just as he closed his eyes a bone-chilling scream filled the air and Sans jumped, suddenly becoming very alert.

He stood there for a second, before a second scream was heard.

Anxious feeling settling in his SOUL and eye glowing slightly, he teleported away from his post.

“COME BACK HERE!” Undyne yelled as she raised another set of arrows and threw them at Frisk, “GET BACK HERE SO I CAN KILL YA!”

Frisk, with tears running down his cheeks, whimpered and sobbed as he hastily dodged each and every of Undyne’s attacks whilst running, much to Undyne’s chagrin.

Unfortunately, Frisk tripped over his own foot while speeding away from her attacks and fell face first onto the ground, skidding slightly in the process.

Taking note of this, Undyne barked out a booming laugh, “Ha! You clumsy moron!”

Shaking uncontrollably, Frisk sat up. Looking behind him, his heart jumped into his throat at realizing that nothing was behind him except a dead end. More tears rolled down his cheeks as he turned back and saw Undyne cornering in on him, moving closer and closer until she was right in front of him.

Undyne smirked, pointing her spear at the child, “Let’s get this over with, and don’t worry. I’ll make it as quick and painless as possible.”

Frisk whimpered, “P-Please...don’t....”

Undyne didn’t reply, and smirk growing wider she raised her spear and prepared to plunge it into Frisk’s chest, causing Frisk to cover his head with both arms ans curl in on himself.

“SAY GOODBYE!” Undyne yelled, plunging her spear down, but just as it got close to Frisk’s chest a bone attack quickly sprouted from the ground between the two, causing Undyne to lose her balance and aim and yelp in shock, the attack knocking her out of the way and onto the ground and her spear being knocked far out of her reach.

Perplexed and startled, Frisk lowered his arms and looked around for his savior. When his eyes landed on his right, JOY filled his soul as he couldn’t be more happy to see a smiling skeleton. He scrambled to get to his feet at seeing him approach.

‘Man....is Undyne gonna hand it to me...’ Sans thought bitterly, smiling when he saw the kid running towards him. “Hey, kiddo. You al—“

Sans was cut off by the sobbing child throwing himself into his chest, causing him to let out a startled grunt. Frisk sobbed into his chest, clinging to him and whimpering.

Sans snorted softly, wrapping Frisk in his arms and running one bony hand through his locks, “Hey now kid, it’s alright. You’re okay, I promise. C’mon kiddo, don’t cry. You’re safe. Nothin’ ta be scared of.”

Undyne huffed, getting to her feet and dusting herself off.

When she saw Sans consoling the small human, she growled in frustration and began walking over, “SAAAANS!” She yelled.

Frisk flinched. Sans pulled him closer, whispering something in his ear before throwing Undyne one of his permanent grins, “Undyynee! How’s it goin’? You, uhh, you seem pretty heated.”

Undyne glowered at him, “Of course I’m heated, you dumbass! You just attacked me to protect a—wait a minute—why the hell are you protecting a human!?”

Frisk looked down in embarrassment and shame.

“I—“ Sans started then sighed, grin falling. “You had to of been there, Undyne. It’s a long story.”

“ ‘Long story’ my ass! You’re supposed to be capturing humans, not protecting them! Does Papyrus know about this?”

“Yeah. He befriended the kid. And the kid’s been staying with us.”

This greatly irked Undyne, “Papyrus—befriended—are you fucking—ugh!” She cut herself off, running a hand through her hair in anger. “Listen you moron, do you have any idea how dangerous this is!? Harboring a human? Our enemy?! Do you have any idea of what the Royal Guard could do to you if they found out?! If Asgore found out!? What they could do to your brother?!”

Sans threw her a nervous grin, “Yer, uh...Yer not gonna be the one to tell ‘em, are ya?”

Undyne scoffed, “No, I’m not telling crap to anyone. But you both are coming to my place right now and you’re telling me everything! From start to finish!”

She pointed at Frisk, “Human!”

Frisk flinched fearfully.

Undyne glowered at Frisk, “You better watch yourself, you got me? And don’t try anything shady!”

Frisk quickly nodded, hiding in Sans’ chest.

“Good,” Undyne huffed and went to go retrieve her spear. “Now that we all understand each other, let’s go.”

Watching Undyne walk off, Sans tugged at Frisk lightly and gently pulled him off his now wet chest from the child’s tears.

“Don’t worry kid,” Sans smiles at him, “Undyne acts all tough, but she’s a real softie once ya get ta know her. Just stay close, ‘Kay?”

Frisk nodded, and Sans began following Undyne with Frisk close beside him.

The walk to Undyne’s home was a long and awkwardly silent one, all except for Sans telling Frisk jokes to cheer him up and Frisk’s echoing laughter.

When the trio finally reached their destination, Sans entered with Frisk wrapped in one arm and Undyne scowling at the child’s back before walking in herself and shutting the door behind.

“I forgot what a great place you have Undyne,” Sans remarked. “It’s been a while.”

Undyne didn’t answer, merely sitting down at the table.

“Y’know, this is gonna sound like a weird question, but...do ya happen ta have any...coloring activities for the kid? He probably wants to get his mind off all this for a bit.”

Undyne glared at him, before muttering, “As a matter of fact, I do.”

“Wh-Seriously?” Sans chuckled as Undyne stood up and went to a drawer. “No joke?”

“No,” Undyne snorted, blushing slightly. “I keep some on hand here for Papyrus. Is it really hard to believe that despite his age he still loves doing the most childish things?”

“Nah.” Sans replied fondly. “That’s so sweet of you, Undyne.” He teased.

Undyne turned red as she walked back over with a crayon pack and a few coloring sheets and blank papers, “Sh—Shut your mouth!”

She handed them to Frisk, “Here ya go. Don’t cause trouble.”

“Thank you!” Frisk grinned before going to lay on the floor.

“So, how did you get wrapped up in this mess?” Undyne demanded.

Sans swallowed before beginning his explanation. He told her everything, from when they first met Frisk to taking him to Alphys to having the kid stay with them to all the way up to now. By the time he was done, Undyne looked shocked.

She blinked a few times, slowly, before clearing her throat, “So, uh...Al knows about this too?”

“Yeah, but besides you and Pap she’s the only one who knows about all this. He thought about bringing Frisk to you, they even had a battle. But Paps found out that he didn’t have the heart to do it.” Sans riposted.

Undyne smirked bitterly, “That sounds like Papyrus all right. Wouldn’t harm a fly.”

“Undyne!”

Said monster looked down at her name being called and saw Frisk standing there with a paper in his hand, grin plastered across his face.

Undyne frowned impatiently, “What do ya want, freak?”

Frisk, unfazed, continued to smile and held a colored picture out to her. “Look, I drew you and me together!” Undyne grabbed at it rather roughly and gazed at it. “D-Do you like it?”

The fish monster gaped. Frisk had drawn her and him together, holding hands with big grins plastered upon their faces along with a beautiful scenery full of rainbows and butterflies, and written on the top was a seemingly hopeful message of ‘Friendship!’ scrawled.

Undyne sniffed slightly, blinking back tears. She looked down at a timidly smiling Frisk before letting out a snort of laughter, ruffling his hair.

“Alright, human! I’ll give yer friendship a shot!” She uttered, “But that means you better be at my place next Saturday at eleven sharp for some fun!!”

Frisk gasped happlily, “Yay!” He cheered.

Undyne glanced at Sans, “And don’t worry, ya stupid bonehead, I’ll be sure to keep this between us.” She winked.

Sans beamed in relief, “Yer the coolest, Undyne.”

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In all Papyrus’s life of being Sans’ brother, he had never seen Sans look so exhausted like this morning. Big dark bags underneath the skeleton’s eyes.

In the past few months of knowing the human, he’s never seen Frisk look so stressed out before. Jumping at things as little as shadows and branches crunching.

Being the kind monster he was, his SOUL reached out to both of them.

He wanted so badly to help them.

But he just couldn’t figure out how.

And it made him feel so, so small.

He had a good memory, better than Sans’.

And he couldn’t recall ever feeling so helpless like he does now.

Papyrus nervously sipped some of his water, watching Frisk play with his cereal and Sans stare his oatmeal down like it was his greatest enemy.

He cleared his throat, “S-SO...HOW DID EVERYONE SLEEP LAST NIGHT?”

“Terrible...” Sans muttered, being the only one to reply.

Papyrus cast a concerned glance his way, “NYEH? HOW SO, BROTHER?”

“I just...” Sans clenched and unclenched his fists, and it made Frisk’s stomach do flips. “I can’t sleep. No matter how I try...those images keep coming back...I just...I don’t know how much longer I can do this...”

Sans shoved his head in his hands, and Papyrus reached out and squeezed his arm with a sad expression.

Guilt filled Frisk’s SOUL and he chewed his lip, sighing shakily.

He did this. To Sans. To Papyrus. He absolutely hated himself.

“AND HOW ARE YOU, HUMAN?” Papyrus asked.

Frisk snapped out of his daze, and after a few moments muttered, “Not much better...” he paused, “Look, Papyrus...Sans....”

Papyrus looked at him and Sans raised his head up to gaze at the small child.

“I appreciate what you all are trying to do for me...really, I do...and I’m sorry, but...this is just too dangerous for you guys...”

His eyes narrowed as he bit out, “Chara is too dangerous for you guys...”

Dread filled Papyrus’s soul and he choked out, “WH—WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, HUMAN?”

Sans’ expression, which was initially shocked, hardened and before Frisk got to answer he stood up, slamming his fist on the table and startling both his brother and Frisk.

“Damn it, Frisk! I thought I made myself clear!” He snapped angrily. “You are not taking on that psychopath! Not alone!!”

Frisk quickly stood up as well after a minute of silence, glaring back at Sans and leaving Papyrus to helplessly watch the unfolding argument in front of him with a scared expression.

“But I have to, Sans!” Frisk snapped in return. “I need to! You don’t get it! You don’t know Chara like I do!! She’ll chop your head off without a second thought!”

“BROTHER, HUMAN, PLEASE—“

“What, and she won’t do the same to you!?” Sans barked, laughing humorlessly. “Kid, you’re funny! You just got done killing yourself, repeatedly and you seriously think I’m gonna let you out of my sights, let alone fight an insane child killer?! I said no, Frisk!”

“And I say yes!” Frisk challenged, “Sans, I can do this! Please, just let me prove it to you!”

“Frisk—“ Sans warned in a low growl.

“I don’t get it!” Frisk gasped, feeling rising tears. “Why won’t you trust me!?”

This one comment caused Sans to finally explode.

“FINE!” He screamed, finally silencing Frisk. “YA WANNA KNOW WHY I DON’T TRUST YA!? YA REALLY WANNA KNOW THAT BAD?! WELL HERE IT IS! BECAUSE YOU PUT ME THROUGH HELL, FRISK! YOU PUT ALL OF US THROUGH HELL! THROUGH ONE HUNDRED TO THREE FUCKING HUNDRED GODDAMN RESETS WHERE YOU KILLED EVERY SINGLE FUCKING PERSON IN THE UNDERGROUND, INCLUDING PAP AND ME! AND OH NO, YOU WEREN’T DONE THERE, WERE YA!? YA JUST HAD TO ADD THE ICING TO THE CAKE BY FUCKING KILLING YOURSELF AND SCARING THE SHIT OUTTA ALL OF US! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW TERRIFYING IT WAS?! NO, BECAUSE YOU WERE SELFISH AND YOU WERE ONLY THINKING ABOUT YOURSELF! NO COMPASSION! BIG SURPRISE THERE!! YOU SERIOUSLY THINK THAT I’M GOING TO TRUST YOU AFTER ALL YOU’VE DONE?! I SACRIFICED SO MUCH FOR YOU, AND THAT’S HOW YOU REPAY ME! REPAY US! I MADE THE MISTAKE OF PUTTING ALL MY CONFIDENCE INTO A RECKLESS FOOL OF A KID LIKE YOU ONCE, AND LOOK WHERE IT GOT ME! I AM NEVER DOING THAT AGAIN! NOW YOU EITHER GO WITH YOUR PLAN OR YOU’RE NOT PART OF IT AT ALL!”

By the end of Sans’ rant, he was panting slightly, glaring at Frisk who now had his head bowed.

“SANS...” Papyrus whimpered softly.

Frisk gradually looked up at Sans, frustrated tears burning in his eyes. “....I hate you...” he muttered tearfully.

Papyrus gazed at the child, baffled by his comment. He glanced at his brother anxiously, who shared his expression of surprise before it quickly twisted into a hard look that made his non-existent stomach churn in fear.

A look that Papyrus hasn’t seen Sans wear in a very, very long time. And yet it still chilled him to the bone.

Sans straightened and snorted. “Yeah, well,” he uttered. “I’m not yer biggest fan right now either, kid. If ya really hate me after all I’ve done for ya, maybe ya should just leave!”

“Maybe I will!” Frisk growled at the skeleton before shoving past him and stomping up the stairs. “I wish I never met you, Sans!”

“Yeah?!” Sans called after him. “I wish I never made that promise for ya!”

Frisk froze in his tracks, halfway up the stairs when the comment hit him. The boy swallowed a sob and blinked back fresh tears, completing his trip up the stairs and made his way to his room, slamming the door behind him.

“BROTHER, HONESTLY,” Papyrus chided, turning to the shorter skeleton with a sad expression, “THAT WAS WAY TOO FAR. YOU TWO WERE MUCH TOO HARD ON ONE ANOTHER.”

“He asked for it, Paps.” Sans stated in return. “‘Sides, I meant every word. That kid has no idea what I sacrificed for him.” He glared at the younger. “I didn’t have ta make that promise. If I could go back, I’d change my choice in a heartbeat and not be such a spineless moron.”

Pap gave him an incredulous look, “TO BE HONEST, I SINCERELY DOUBT THAT.” He uttered.

Sans rolled his eyes, “Whatever. I don’t.” He turned to walk away. “Wake me when it’s mornin’, Paps.”

He teleported away without another word.

#Undertale #ut frisk #ut chara #male frisk #female chara #sans #papyrus #toriel #asgore #undyne #alphys #mettaton #fanfic #anti frans #no incest #angst #tw: depression #tw: self harm #tw: suicide

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keelywolfe · 4 years

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FIC: Petal ch.2

Summary: Hanahaki Disease: a fictional illness caused by one-sided love, in which the victim coughs up flower petals. It ends when either the love is returned or the victim dies.

Notes: This was a one-shot that suddenly took on life and now has a second chapter. Oops.

Tags: Hanahaki Disease, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Lovers, Pre-Relationship, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Major Illness, Medical Experimentation, Spicyhoney, Papcest

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For all that their worlds were supposed a flipped version of each other, Hotland in Underswap was remarkably the same. Barren and sweltering, and the only difference that Edge noted was that his Alphys would have several ‘deterrents’ situated around her lab for those who were unwise enough to drop by for a visit.

In this world, where the Royal Scientist was Undyne, a person Edge had found utterly disturbing the one time they’d met, getting to the lab was as easy as walking through the front door. To his disgust, the door wasn’t even locked and Edge walked right in with Stretch in his arms, disturbingly still with fresh sweat rising on his bones.

The first room he walked into was a collection of monitors, piled with messy stacks of papers interspersed with coffee mugs and paper cups filled with the moldy remnants of noodles. His faith that this Undyne might be able to help was fading, but there was no where else for him to turn, especially not in Underswap.

The scientist herself was not in sight, and Edge turned once, searching for some sign of where she was. There were several doors that led Stars knew where, even a few motorized walkways, but no fish Monster. In his arms, Stretch let out a low whimper, curling in on himself.

“Undyne!” Edge barked, echoing through the room to the high ceilings. Overhead, he heard a faint shriek, then shuffling, and when he turned, Undyne was coming down one of the walkways, fumbling on her glasses. She blinked to see them, a wild flush rising in her face, and he ignored the strangeness of an Undyne with two eyes, striding forward.

He paused when she tried to scramble back, a useless effort as the walkway only carried her forward again. Her expression was one of terror and Edge struggle for control, kneeling to set Stretch on the floor. “I need your help.”

“You…? I d-d-d, I d-don’t kn-know—” she stammered.

“Yes, you don’t know me,” Edge interrupted, “but I’m not important. Str- Papyrus is ill.”

“Papyrus?” she echoed, and for the first time she looked down at Stretch.

Who offered her a feeble grin and a wave, “hey, ‘dyne, sorry to bust up the joint.”

Whatever her fears of Edge, she crept forward and knelt by Stretch, her yellow eyes wide with concern. “You’re sick? W-what’s going on?”

“It’s difficult to describe,” Edge said curtly. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Show her.”

Despite his gray pallor, Stretch spluttered, faint orange rising in his cheekbones. “show her?”

Undyne looked between them in confusion. “Show me what?”

“His soul,” Edge said impatiently. The soft blue of her face went a deeper purple and Edge groaned, “Both of you spare me your modesty and show her!”

“but it’s feeling better…” Stretch protested faintly and when Edge growled threateningly, he snapped, “all right!”

Reluctantly, he pulled up his sweatshirt up to his collarbone, exposing his soul.

Whatever recovery he’d made on the boat seemed to be wearing off. Even through the barrier of his ribcage it was obvious that the withered petals had returned in various stages of peeling off. Where the edges curled away from the pale silver of his soul were turning a shade of dull gray that Edge knew all too well.

Any lingering embarrassment faded as Undyne’s eyes widened behind her glasses. She leaned in, oblivious to Stretch’s flinch, watching captivated as one of the petals fell. It smudged into dust and that shook Undyne from her staring.

“That’s fascinating,” she breathed. “I’ve seen soul fractures but never anything like that, not in person.” Edge shifted on his feet, watching her warily. He didn’t care for her expression of utter fascination, far too similar to his Alphys. But instead of evolving into sadistic curiosity, hers became concern. She blinked, seeming to remember there were actually people in the room with her and added, “B-but don’t worry, we’ll run some tests and figure it out!” She laid an awkward hand on Stretch’s shoulder and asked with a certain gentleness, “How long has this been going on, Papyrus?”

Edge didn’t miss the glance Stretch flicked his way before he said, “a little while.”

“She needs specifics,” Edge said curtly. “Be honest. I won’t tell your brother.” When Stretch still said nothing, Edge added grudgingly, “and I won’t yell.”

Stretch sighed heavily. “It started a few months ago.”

He kept his word and didn’t yell but something of it must have shown in his face because Stretch continued, hastily, “it wasn’t bad like this! there was maybe one spot and…and every once in a while a little spot would peel away. It didn’t start getting really bad until last week.”

Undyne made a thoughtful sound, scrabbling a scrap of paper and a chewed-on nub of pencil from the desk behind them. “Did something happen last week?”

“no,” Stretch muttered. It felt like a lie but Edge didn’t know enough to refute it. Stretch said nothing else, only sagged back on the hard floor. It must be uncomfortable and cold, laying on the tile floor with his soul exposed. but he made no move to climb into the nearby chair. Perhaps he couldn’t. Edge crouched, ignoring Stretch’s flinch, tugging his sweatshirt back down before lifted him again to settle him carefully into the chair. Undyne followed, madly scribbling notes on her paper.

“It was better for a moment on the boat,” Edge told her softly, thinking of the way the petals had briefly tightened back against his soul.

Undyne’s head jerked up, her eyes narrowing, “It got better in the boat? Wh-what happened?”

“nothing really,” Stretch mumbled, slouching back in the chair.

“Papyrus,” she said, gently but with a note of sternness. “I need to know if I’m going to help.”

He only cringed and shrugged. Edge sighed; why was Stretch being so difficult about this? “He asked why I cared what happened to him and I told him it was obvious I cared about him, for several reasons.”

There was nothing of the nervous Monster of before in the shrewd look Undyne gave him. “How much do you care?”

Edge scowled fiercely, “What the fuck does that--”

Undyne was unmoved by his irritation, persisting, “How much?”

“I wouldn’t say we were friends but-“

Stretch jolted, nearly falling out of the chair as he cried out. The sound he made was awful, close to an agonized scream and he groped for the hem of his sweatshirt, yanking it up to reveal a tornado of madly falling petals, a ghastly swirl that decayed into dust as it fell.

Edge had seen Monsters die, their damaged bodies falling to nothingness. None of that ever caused a reflection of hurt in his own soul and all he could do was stare dumbly, watching as Stretch was dying right in front of him.

“I would,” Undyne said suddenly, loudly enough for it to echo through the cavernous room. She gestured at him impatiently and when Edge only stood staring at the falling petals, she gave him a rough shove, “I mean. Don’t you want to be friends?”

“I…yes,” Edge caught on and added, louder, “Yes, I want to be friends. Stretch is…he… he can be...interesting.” A faint flicker went through Stretch’s soul, the fall of petals slowing and, encouraged, he went on, “He’s very good to his brother and...once I saw him being kind to one of the children in Snowdin. The child fell and Stretch caught them, helped them back to their feet.”

That incident had been a few weeks back. Edge and Red rounded the corner of the house from the basement to see Stretch standing outside smoking. A group of laughing children ran by and one of them slipped and nearly tumbled headfirst onto the ice. Before Edge could react, a gentle pulse of blue magic caught hold of them and the fear on their face eased into laughter as they were lifted and set on their feet.

“careful, kiddo,” Stretch was grinning, one hand lazily extended with a lit cigarette still between his glowing fingers and smoke curling from his nasal aperture. “thanks for testing out the gravity for me, looks like it’s still working.”

Edge only realize his brother had walked on when he heard the front door open and Blue’s happy greeting. He’d turned away from the scene, following Red quickly into the house. He hadn’t thought of it again until this moment.

As he talked, he saw the petals tightened further against Stretch’s soul, some of them even brightening to silver again.

But Stretch was shuddering, sweat dripping from his bones and his face twisted in pained bewilderment as he groaned, “what the fuck is going on?”

Undyne scribbled a few more hasty notes then tucked the paper into one of her expansive pockets. “I need to get some equipment for a few tests. You..um, can you help me carry it? I’m s-sorry, I don’t know your name.”

“Edge, and yes, I can.” Edge cast a glance at Stretch, wary of leaving him alone. But some color was returning to his cheekbones and when he caught Edge looking, he only nodded, waving him away.

He followed Undyne through another door that led down a darkened corridor. She didn’t speak until the door closed behind them and even then, her voice was pitched low, “I’ve never actually seen this before outside a medical journal or a comic book, but then, skeletons are rare monsters.”

“They are,” Edge agreed, warily. Before discovering the other universes, the only other Edge ever knew was his own brother. Undyne was much shorter in this universe, all together smaller than her alternate in Underfell, and even though she was walking quickly, Edge was forced to shorten his steps to keep from outpacing her.

She turned into another room that was almost as messy as the other, equipment piled haphazardly around. “Of course, I expect Papyrus’s soul is already more fragile, after everything that happened.”

Said with off-handed ease, but Edge bristled at the words, “What do you mean?”

Undyne paused, the instrument in her hands forgotten as she regarded Edge warily, “You d-don’t know?”

“Refresh my memory,” Edge said impatiently. Only to rear back in surprise as she glared at him with surprising fierceness.

“I know who you really are,” she said frankly. “I may not know your background, but I know about Gaster’s machine, so you can stop pretending.” Interesting. Perhaps all of his Undyne’s traits weren’t entirely absent in her. Edge said nothing, only met her gaze steadily. She looked away first, sighing heavily, “But everyone in our Underground knows about Papyrus and Sans, so even if I don’t tell you, someone else would. And your world must be different...”

She trailed away as she sat an overflowing box in the corner. “The former Royal scientist was experimenting on Monsters that had fallen down,” she said, softly. “I’ve read the notes and some of the things she was doing.” She shuddered. “It was awful. Somehow, the Queen discovered what was happening and when the Queen’s guard came to arrest her, they found out she had Papyrus and Sans here as well and she’d--” she hesitated, then forced out, “Well. I’m not sure what she did to them, the Queen let Papyrus keep all the papers on that. Said he deserved that much after everything.”

“This Gaster did that?” Why was there no equivalent in his world? He had no memory of anyone named Gaster.

She nodded unhappily. “Yes, it was a terrible scandal. They probably would have executed her if it weren’t for the fact that she was the only one who knew anything about the Core. She would have died anyway if it weren’t for Papyrus. She fell from a walkway running from the Guard, Papyrus used his magic to catch her.”

What kind of person rescued the one who had possibly tortured him and his brother, and for what end? A coward or a fool…or one who simply couldn’t let anyone die, no matter what they’d done.

“It must’ve taken a lot of courage for him to do that,” Edge said, slowly.

“I think so. Papyrus was a teenager and Sans was only a toddler. They locked Gaster away and those two moved to Snowdin.” She smiled a little. “Do you kn-know, Papyrus visits me sometimes. He’s friendly with everyone, he’s so funny and kind. But sometimes I won-n-nder if he comes here to check on me. Make sure I’m not making some of the same m-mistakes.”

Edge couldn’t say he agreed with Stretch being funny or kind...yet, he remembered that child in Snowdin. The way they laughed, the way Stretch laughed with him, holding them so carefully with his magic.

“So,” Undyne took a deep breath. “If his soul was d-d-damaged, somehow, it makes some sense that it would respond to yours. Your soul is whole and it would have the same resonance.” She bit her lip, considering, “I’ve seen s-something like this, in Gaster’s notes, I’ll need to find the journal.”

“How do you fix it?” Edge refused to entertain that there wasn’t a cure.

“I believe there is s-surgery involved to remove the tainted piece of the soul.” That light of interest returned to her gaze, turned inward. For all that she was obviously concerned for Papyrus, there was still the scientist in her, a shadow of his Alphys’s madness, who was eager to begin the search for answers. “I’ll have to do some research. Until then, you’ll need to s-stay with him and keep pretending to be friends.”

Edge stared at her, aghast. “I can’t simply pack up and move in with him to hold his hand for however long it takes you to find an answer,” Edge sputtered. “I have duties! Can’t his brother look after him?”

“If that worked, he wouldn’t be here to begin with,” she countered. “Didn’t you say you cared? If you don’t, he’s going to die,” she continued, mercilessly, “and if that's the case, you may as well have spared yourself the effort of bringing him here. I n-need at least a couple days to prepare. This is obviously tied to you somehow.” Edge bristled at the accusation in it, but Undyne pressed on, fighting with her words as much as him, “You saw how it sped up w-when you said you w-weren’t f-friends and when you changed your mind, it stopped. Our souls are made of love, hope, and compassion. He’ll n-need t-that from you to k-k-keep him going until I can figure out how to h-help him!” She paused, panting, but there was something of his Undyne in her as she added, “Unless you don’t care if he dies?”

It was calculated, but her blow hit its mark. And she wasn’t wrong.

“Very well,” Edge agreed heavily, wondering how exactly Blue was going to handle this.

Undyne’s smile was softer than he was accustomed, but he was no longer fooled by the changes in her exterior. “Wonderful! L-let me run some tests now and we’ll make a plan!”

She shoved a couple of instruments into his arms and gathered a few of her own before heading back to the main room. Edge kept silently at her heels. He knew when he was beaten and he wanted to get back to Stretch.

~~*~~ tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #underswap undyne #petal

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Past

*"? what is it kid?" they questioned.

*you asked Frisk about their past..

*they were surprised by sudden question. "...w-well it's not that easy to talk about, and it's a really long story..."

*you said you were fine with it filled you with dedication.

*Frisk sighed "alright, didn't say I didn't warn ya..." after I fall in the underground, I attempt many times of falling and ending my life but it refused, things have change to me and felt...Home for once. there's a chance for me to reset. But refused to do so.

*the king and queen are really nice, the skeleton brothers keeps me company by playing hide and seek. Papyrus really wants to know more about the surface so I told him about it, aside the bad things.

*while Sans...is a quiet kid, can't even look at me straight in the eye, eventually he gained trust. Sans loves talking about the stars and telling puns.

*when Papyrus is not around, he and I....talked about few things, about the surface, about the horrible things happened out there...

*he told me that his closest friend died and the monsters living there hiding in the forest. By the hands of those heartless humans.

*i also told him my situation, he paused for a bit but understands, he just, can't express that feeling towards humanity. How terrifying they are...

*and I asked about his soul, how can a monster soul and human soul merged into one? Does his parents know about this?

*he answered. "Look, the only thing I remember is I felt a pain in my chest, a really painful one, my vision was blur and then I fell here" he felt that he was partly human, with a half soul, he then changed the topic. His parent knows, but still don't understand how?

*he kept a promise that he'll find a way to free the monsters and end this war between two races, just like his old friend told him. Even it's impossible, I believe him.

*then we head back before Papyrus starts worrying.

*few days later...Sans became sick, and getting weaker and weaker. The king and queen filled with sorrow, they can't do anything, but seeing their son slowly dying.

*Papyrus kept holding his hand repeating that everything is going to be okay, they'll be playing hide and seek again.

*Sans pets his head, saying that everything will be okay...although his little brother can't stop his tears from flowing, then he looked at me. He smiled and said "keep my brother safe, keep him smile...always"

*i couldn't stand seeing them like this, I walked outside and couldn't stop thinking that is this his plan all the time? Is he really sacrificing his life for the sake of monsters?

*i headed to the lab, giving them some space, but the next day had gone worst. The king and queen lost both of their children.

*....and that day, the whole underground cried in deep sadness.

*after that happened...the king felt rage, and isn't very fond of me and wanting to avenge his two sons, he decided to those who falls underground will be killed. He did, Each humans that fell are killed but he only needed one more to destroy the barrier and he's desperate to get mine. Alphys refused, she said she'll find an alternative.

*while the queen, I helped her to find a safe place in the ruins. She couldn't take it seeing them slained. She told me that she will be the one who will protect the children who fell in the ruins.

*i was taken by Alphys and ordered her to find an alternative, or else, he'll kill me.

*she tries studying my soul, and attempts on recreating it with monsters who fell down.

*all of them turn into some kind of monster that couldn't die, or immortal to say the least, I couldn't even describe this. Alphys became more frustrated and tried something else. She thinks that what if she fuse my soul with a monster soul? A very bad and impossible idea don't you think?

*Alphys is eager to learn more about the idea when she saw the prince's soul which is a half human and monster soul.

*she still did it. She attempt to fuse my soul with a monsters soul, and did you know how painful that was? It feels like somebody is trying to grip your chest over and over again. I wanted to die already. I wanted to reset again.

*but the reset button is corrupted. Until it's starting to fade and gone, forever. The only way now is to continue.

*that doesn't stop there, she even tried to extract my soul and tested these called "blasters", I hurt one of her assistant that almost got killed. Others were-- well... Also has an ability to create spikes. Turning me into a lab rat was the worst of them all.

*Alphys was amazed, even intrested at making more experiment.

*i felt weaker and weaker that my soul was about to shatter, when suddenly, she injected me something to prevent from shattering. It hurts, it hurts so much...I can still feel it in my soul.

*few days later....I heard someone screaming, it could be one of her experiments again or I'm only hearing things. Took 2 hours until it finally stopped then I head back to my research again and fixing the core.

*it took me a while to finish the paperworks, until she called me and look what I found, an experiment with a half trait.

*i couldn't believe that it was successful, yet so horrible.

*she kept it a secret tho, to take this research a bit longer.

*Alphys injected him with more determination to maintain the state from melting. Of course, I provide the determination he need because where can she get that beside me?

*her plan is to make more of this experiment so that way it can be easy, when suddenly the core was overheating. We ran as fast as we could to fix it until it was finally stabilized, unfortunately the whole place was falling apart.

*then she fell and I grabbed her hand, when I'm going to pull her up, I was thinking that this is my chance to avenge all the horrible things she did. I let go....her life. Was cut short because of me because of my selfishness.

*after that I escaped, saved Monster kid and started a new life in Snowdin.

*monsters were nice there while others were curious about me, a human who's still alive and not yet killed? But when they saw MK is with me looking weak and poor they're fine with it I guess? So I rent a house, got a part-time job, and training my bro for the royal guard. Everything has changed, They just think of us more of a regular neighbor others weren't but it didn't really bother me nor my bro.

*in the end, all of them including MK don't even remember her, being the royal scientist and even her existence is wiped, but her creations is still in the lab so me and Blooky are taking care of it.

*..now, you have that powerful ability to save everyone, I'm rooting for ya kid. Always remember that...

#been working on this for quite a while now #I apologize for the cringy grammar agh #and for those who thinks that it's not possible to fuse a monster and human soul #it can in this universe #besides it's an au after all #story #timetwist #undertale #undertale au #a lot of you are asking me their past so here ya go enjoy :D

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spacegate · 5 years

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The Best Revenge - Ch 1

An Undertale Fanfiction

Chapters: 1 / AO3 / FF.NET / Characters: Sans, Grillby, Papyrus, Royal Doggies, Gaster, Undyne, Alphys, OCs Setting: Baby Blaster AU Fic Contains: Mentions of past child / medical abuse. Hurt / Comfort. Kids going through therapy. Healing. Dadby. Flashbacks to bad things. Synopsis: It's been almost a full year since little Sans and Papyrus were rescued from W. D. Gaster. Scarred from their experiences, both children will need extra care to come to terms with what happened to them. Now as their father, Grillby needs to guide them through both their recovery and life outside the laboratories. Life is full of ups and downs, but Grillby will try his best. After all, they say that living well is the best revenge. Part two of the TRUST trilogy.

It’s been nearly a whole year.

Grillby could barely grasp just how fast time has flown. His days had become routine in a way, and blended together. Not that it was a bad thing at all: he just found it strange how easy it was for things to become normal again after the ‘incident’.

Months before, his adoptive children suffered terribly at the hands of one of the most prominent scientists in the underground. Dr. Gaster was now dead, his dust consumed by the molten foundation of the CORE. He might be dead, but it didn’t mean that he still didn’t affect his victims. Nightmares and anxiety were common for his children and still would be for some time. But...life goes on, and he could honestly tell that they were happy and healing.

In a way, isn’t that the best revenge? Despite everything Gaster tried to do, he failed. He was dead, and both Sans and Papyrus would grow and live. They had their whole lives ahead of them where they could experience all the love and happiness that they should have gotten at the very beginning. They both already had friends and more family than they could count in the good people of Snowdin. They could be whoever and whatever they want to be. Grillby would be sure to give them everything they could ever ask for.

Gaster would be forever remembered for his crimes and reviled for it. There was nobody to mourn him. In time, his presence would fade, and he would only exist in a textbook. In time, the scars he inflicted on both children would fade, and he would have no more presence in the world that really matters.

Sounds of scraping claws and giggling snapped Grillby from his thoughts.

“i’ma get ya!” Sans could be heard, stomping around as loud as he could. “gonna get ya!”

“AAAAAAAAAAA!” Papyrus’ yelling interrupted the stomping. Grillby could hear him running as fast as he could around the living room, claws catching on the carpet.

Grillby opened the oven to take a quick peek at the item baking inside. He decided it could use five or so more minutes, and closed the door again. He moved away from the oven to the kitchen door, peeking in to see just what his kids where up to.

Indeed, it seemed they were playing some sort of chasing game. It seemed a little one-sided, but they were having fun despite it. Sans never quite got back up to speed after his injuries healed. Being blind on his right side made him more cautious in his movements, especially after bruising his face a few times running into furniture he couldn’t see. He seemed to tire very quickly and napped often. Dr. Frank, their doctor, decided to give Sans a few more months to see if his energy levels would pick up again. Sans had the hardest time out of both of them. Constant night terrors and bouts of panic meant more than one sleepless night for all of them. But Grillby could see the joy and happiness on the little skeleton’s face as he slowly stomped after his little brother.

Papyrus, on the other hand, seemed to recover rapidly. He still had bad dreams and instances where he would just cry for hours at a time. Sometimes he would just be completely silent and nervous, but time helped immensely with that. Unlike his brother, he wasn’t physically injured in the incident, so he was free to focus on growing, and grow he did. Grillby imagined he put on at least three pounds of weight in the last few months, and that was a lot for a skeleton monster. For now, the little monster was running about in his canine form, yelling as he zipped around. It seemed like the game was that he would run between Sans’ legs and around him while Sans tried to catch him in a very dramatic way.

Sans eventually ‘gave up’, flopping to the floor where he lay on his back. He remained sill enough that Papyrus grew curious, creeping closer to his older brother. Once he was in range, Sans grabbed up the pup in his hands and began to mercilessly tickle him.

“gotcha! haha!”

“AAAAAAA!”

Papyrus could not escape despite all his wiggling, so he resorted to yelling. Yelling, perhaps, was one of his greatest strengths, as he was perhaps the loudest toddler in the whole town.

Grillby couldn’t help but start laughing when the pup finally yelled loud enough to make Sans drop him.

“owie.” Sans rubbed the sides of his head, looking up when he heard the laughing. His grin spread across his face when he saw who it was. “hi dad.”

“Hello Sans, what kind of game were you two playing?” Grillby would forever be warmed by the sight of Sans’ smile. It was once a rare event becoming more common as time wore on.

“we were chasin’. but pap cheats.” Sans rubbed the sides of his head where his ear holes were.

“Ah, how can he cheat if you never told him the rules to the game?” Grillby folded his arms with a grin.

Sans went to respond, but before he could say a word, his little brother slammed into him from behind. This time Papyrus traded paws for hands, so he could wrap himself around his older brother and cling like glue.

“GOT CHU!” He yelled proudly.

“yeah bro you did!” Sans could only mumble through the carpet. Papyrus was fast enough that he knocked Sans clean over. “good job.”

Grillby clapped, which made the youngest skeleton beam with happiness.

“T’ANKS! NYEH HEH HEH!” Papyrus rolled off his brother and onto the floor. He had begun picking up new words here and there. Grillby was sure it wouldn’t be too long before he could begin stringing together full sentences. His volume control, however, was unlikely to change.

Grillby was about to walk over to check on them when the door began to shudder from pounding knocks. Spooked, the boys immediately rushed to hide behind the couch, as they did with most loud sudden noises. But then a familiar voice began to yell from outside: “HEY! HEY NERDS! MISTER GRILLBY? HEY!”

The loud rough voice of a little girl accented the pounding, making a terrible racket. Grillby had to rush over quickly to save his door from being dented. He opened it up and narrowly dodged a fist coming at his leg as the owner prepared to knock again.

“Oh...hello, Undyne. Alphys.”

Before him were the kid’s two best friends. Undyne, Gnash and Frank’s daughter, was bundled up in a coat and wearing a hat to cover her fins. She was the spitting image of Gnash, being a fish monster, but inherited the blue and red coloration of her other father. Being more like Gnash, this was a really rough-and-tumble kid. He was opposed to her playing with his children unsupervised at first, due to their condition. But she proved to know her own limits and could be surprisingly gentle, despite her brash nature. He figured that since one of her parents was a doctor she could recognize when someone wasn’t able to handle her rough style of play. After all, she was brought along to the house with Frank several times during the boys’ checkups, so she had seen what state they were in.

“Heya Mister G! Can Sans and Pap come out to play?” Undyne flashed Grillby an incredibly sharp grin.

“If...if that’s okay that is!” Alphys nervously fidgeted with her claws. Well, as much as she was able too. She was bundled up with so many coats and scarves that she could scarcely move her arms. Grillby wondered whether could even get up again if she fell down: she’d be like a turtle on their back due to all the bundling.

“I will ask them.” Grillby turned and opened his mouth to call for them, but the boys already were attempting to get out the door around his legs.

“hey guys!” Sans seemed happy to see his friends. Papyrus just yelled with enthusiasm as per his usual greeting.

“Coats first, then you may go out and play.” Grillby caught them before they could outright run into the snow, helping both kids get into their coats and scarves. He had long since given up on giving them hats and mittens. They tended to always lose them. There must be at least ten hats and a handful of mittens scattered throughout Snowdin. The boys could scarcely stand still enough for the last of their coat buttons to be fastened. With that, their father turned them loose.

Once freed they both rushed out of the door to tackle their friends, laughing and tussling in the snow.

“Be back at four o’clock.” Grillby told them. “Stay away from the river, and be sure to stay close to town.” It was the same thing he always told them when they went off to play. This time, he’d let them stay out for an hour longer than usual.

“thanks dad! we will!” Sans grinned and grabbed up his brother, who was floundering around in the fresh snow.

“Come on! Let's go sledding!” Undyne had already brought a sled with her.

“yeah! i’ll grab ours!” Sans was quick to grab the ropes to his own sled, putting Papyrus snugly on it. With that, all three children rushed off into the snow, Papyrus laughing from his spot on his sled all the way. Grillby watched them as they vanished around the corner, heading to the hill next to the Bunny shop. It was safe there: the store owner tended to keep an eye on the kids who went to sled. Squashing down a lingering worry, he shut the door.

It was something King Asgore told him before: “As a father, you’ll always worry, even if there is nothing to worry about.” Grillby trusted the girls, as he had seen them interact with the boys when they were at their worst. They’d be fine. The whole village would be there.

He wouldn’t spoil their fun because of his paranoia.

Once he was sure they were gone, he headed back into the kitchen. Only a few minutes had passed, and he opened the oven door to warm heat and sweet smells. He had no need for oven mitts, so he reached in to grab the pan, setting it on the counter to cool.

It was quite a nice marble cake. He wasn’t too sure if the boys would prefer vanilla or chocolate, so he decided to mix them both. He opened his cell phone and dialed in a number, holding it to his head as he started grabbing bowls.

It only took a few rings before the other end picked up with a click.

“(Hello Grillby!)”

“Hello Dogaressa. The boys are gone.” He grabbed some sugar and some butter, intent on making some icing.

“(Oh! Where are they now?)”

“They went sledding with their friends. I told them to come home at four.”

“(We’ll have some time then. I’ll send Greater to keep an eye on them.)” Barking broke out in the background, which was quickly shushed. “(We’ll bring over the supplies right away.)”

“Thank you, the door is open. See you shortly.”

With a click, the call ended, leaving him alone again. Soon everyone would arrive, and things could really get started.

He smiled as he worked a little faster.

Now...where did he put those candles again?

Snow crunched under boots as the kids marched on through the fresh snow. Papyrus rode on the sled, being pulled along behind them. Alphys stuck close. She wasn’t a big fan of the ice and snow, but she put up with it all the same. Sans felt grateful for that. He would miss her if she couldn’t visit as often as she did.

“Hey, ya know what we should do first?” Undyne was grinning as she looked back at her friends.

“yeah?” Sans was curious on what she might want to do.

“We should build totally awesome snowmonsters! Like...right down at the hill where everyone can see them!”

“But, wouldn’t that get in the way of the sleds?” Alphys piped up from the back. She was dragging along the second sled.

“That’s the point! We’re gonna crash into them!”

“We can’t do that! Sans ‘n Pap are s-”

“it's fine.” Sans cut Alphys off with a small smile. “really. we’re fine now.”

“Of COURSE they’re fine!” Undyne threw up her hands, eyes shining. “They have my papa as their doctor! And he’s the BEST! See?”

She balled up her fist and landed a punch on Sans’ arm, before she yelped in pain. “OW!”

“come on, i’m a skeleton. you knew you’d be punchin’ solid bone.” Sans couldn’t help but flinch at the action, but after the initial scare, he was amused. He was right, hitting solid bone couldn’t feel all that great.

“Undyne!” Alphys scolded the fish monster, who was rubbing a hand that was sure to bruise. “You scared him! Don’t hit them like that!”

“Nuh-uh! He’s fine! He hurt me worse.” Undyne snorted, “Right Sans?”

Sans just shrugged. “it wasn’t my idea to punch bone. technically, you hurt yourself.” To be honest, it was a little scary. But, not as scary as before. He knew Undyne wasn’t going to hurt him, but sometimes the act itself spooked him. The more she roughhoused with them, the more things became...okay. Less scary. Not everything had to end in pain.

“NYEH!” Papyrus grumped from the sled. He was wondering why everything stopped. He wanted to play, not stand around. He pounded his fists on the sides of the sled to make a racket. “NYEEH!”

“You heard the lil’ nerd! Let's get movin’!” Undyne shook out her hand and broke off into a run.

The kids quickly ran after their friend, chasing her through the light snow. Footprints of other monsters began to criss-cross their path, and it wasn’t too long before they approached the hill. The hill itself wasn’t a dramatic slope. It was gentle enough for little kids, but steep enough to still give a bit of a thrill. There were already sled tracks packed down into the snow. Several other kids were around with their parents, playing or sculpting snow. A few adults stood about or sat on benches, keeping an eye on everything going on.

It made Sans feel a little safer.

Undyne frowned. “Darn...looks like we won’t be able to crash into stuff. There’s too many adults around.”

“Yes, what a shame that we can’t do dangerous things.” Alphys snarked back. Sans giggled in agreement. Undyne opened her mouth to reply, when someone made it clear he was tired of doing nothing.

“NYEH!!!”

Papyrus had enough with sitting, and so decided for everyone what to do. The snow was packed up enough where he could toddle around without sinking, so he rolled himself off the sled. He then broke off into a run, intending on rolling himself over the edge of the hill before Sans scooped him up. Papyrus kicked in his older brother’s grip.

“sorry pap, can’t do that.”

“NO! AAA!” Papyrus wiggled, wanting to go down the hill. He could see other kids sledding or just rolling down the hill. It looked tons of fun to him, so he fussed even louder about it.

“no bro, not like that. like this, see?” The older brother carried the younger, kicking and yelling, back to the sled. He settled down with Papyrus safely held in front of him, securing them both on the sled. “look, we sit here. it’s safer like this. you’re still a baby bones.”

“Not for long I think.” Undyne snorted and got behind the sled. “You guys ready?”

“yeah!”

With that, Undyne shoved the sled down over the hill, laughing when Papyrus, for once, was shocked into silence. As soon as they were at the bottom, he was demanding another go. Thus began a long session of sledding. Sometimes they crammed themselves all on one sled. Sometimes they raced other kids. They might have been scolded a few times by the adults around, but it came with the territory. One kid lent them a bowl-shaped sled that went a little too fast for Sans’ comfort, but Undyne loved it all the same. When they got tired of trekking up the hill, they stayed near the bottom.

“Hey Sans?” Alphys asked while they took a break. It didn’t take long for them to find a bench to sit on, watching the other kids sled down the hill. Papyrus was busy sitting in the snow, making shapes that only really made sense to him.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you could pull a sled?”

Undyne perked up her fins from under her hat. “Yeah! That sounds awesome! Can you?”

Sans could only shrug. “i never tried...and i dunno if can pull everyone at once.” He rubbed at the arm that was previously broken only months before.

“You could pull Pap.” Undyne pointed out. “He’s a weenie. He weighs practically nothing.”

“but then you guys will be left out.”

“Maybe it would be best to wait until you get bigger.” Alphys suggested. “Um...you’re kinda..small. I just...thought it would be neat.”

“No worries, Sans!” Undyne slung an arm around the skeleton’s shoulder. “You won’t be shrimpy forever! Heck, you might even get huge, wouldn’t that be cool?”

“um…” He coughed when she tightened her grip, pulling him into a stronger hug.

“Naw I’m serious! With the way your dad feeds ya, you’ll be HUGE!”

Sans shook his head with a snort. “i don’t think so. i’m shorter than you guys.”

Before Undyne could retort, one of the bunny children ran up to the group.

“Hey! We’re gonna get a snowball war together! You guys wanna join up?”

The look on Undyne’s face was quite unnerving at that. She lived for competition in all forms. “Yesss.” She clenched her fists together and gave the poor bunny a truly terrifying look.

“As long as we can be on her team.” Sans shrugged. Alphys nodded along with that. Papyrus was still busy making a snow tower and thus couldn’t care less about what was going on.

“Uhh...okay. We get ten minutes to prepare. My mom is gonna let us know when to start.” The bunny backed away a little from the terror child.

“Then you better get hurrying cause we’re gonna cream you nerds!” Undyne popped up from her seat already, already gathering snow.

To his credit, the kid took off running back to his group before Undyne could dunk him with snow. Sans and Alphys snorted.

“Well if there’s going to be a whole war, we need to get our fort up before everyone else.” Alphys tootled off her seat, waddling over to what looked like a good spot. “See? We got the high ground!”

“We do! Great thinking Alph!” Undyne scooped up an armful of snow and hurried over to their spot. Sans lifted up Papyrus and carried him over to the growing snowpile.

Together, they began to build.

“How does this look to you?”

Dogamy had just finished stringing up a large paper banner marked ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’. He had to twist around his wife, who was hanging up streamers at the same time. It made them bump into each other quite a few times, but knowing them, they were doing it on purpose.

“It looks good.” Grillby looked it over where it was positioned on the living room wall. Once the children had gone out to play, all the dads and dogs had gathered together to prepare for a party.

A birthday party, in fact, for the boys.

There were detailed records about them, but it was hard to tell what exactly counted as their birthday. Was it the day they were taken out of the tubes? How does one really measure a birthday for someone with a radically different way of being born? So, he compromised, and picked the clearest date he could figure. Sans and Papyrus never did anything without the other, so it made sense to celebrate them both on the same day.

The Dogs, Gash, Frank, and Bertram were all helping out. They were doing everything from hanging up decorations to moving furniture around. With the kids being a little skittish still, the party was going to be very small and as low-key as possible. Still, they could have decorations and the like, but since the kids have never experienced a party before...it was going to be for the best to not overwhelm them.

Bertram fussed. “They aren’t going to try and eat the paper, are they?” The dinosaur eyed the tissue paper streamers taped just about everywhere.

“They’re skeletons my dude. It’s not like they can actually eat them.” Gnash frowned as he struggled to keep balloons tied down so they don’t float away.

“Oh they can, dear.” Frank took the balloons from his husband and tied them to a chair. “But it’s not going to really hurt them.”

“Well, consider me corrected then.”

Lesser Dog barked from his position on the couch. He had finished filling up a bone shaped piñata with candy, holding it up to show everyone.

“Nice, gonna hang it up?” Gnash eyed it. It was decently sized for four kids, with plenty of the ‘good’ candy. No fruit packs or pretzels, just straight-up sugar.

“(You don’t hang up piñatas for pups.)” Dogaressa laughed. “(You put it on the floor so they can rip it up!)”

“That’s actually pretty badass.” The Captain grinned, impressed.

“Well it’s also because mixing sticks with pups never go over too well.” Dogamy added. “It stops becoming a piñata party and more of a fight over who gets the stick.”

Grillby merely hummed, looking everything over. He glanced over at the present pile. The pile was, on second glance, more like a present mountain. When he called everyone and explained his plan for a nice, quiet birthday party, they all decided to go for broke. Everyone had a soft spot for the little skeletons, and were determined to make their very first birthday party a memorable one. That included spoiling them rotten. The pile of presents were stacked as well as they could be without getting stepped on. He went over a checklist in his mind as everyone added the finishing touches.

Enchanted balloons that wouldn’t pop and thus frighten the boys? Check.

Decorations that weren’t too overwhelming and could stand some nibbling? Check.

Cake? Check.

A piñata and enough candy for four kids? Check.

A mop and bucket at the ready for Papyrus? Check.

A pillow fort prepared in their room just in case things got too overwhelming? Check.

He checked off other things in his mind, checking and double-checking. A white paw on his shoulder stopped him before he could run through the checklist a fourth time.

“(Relax Grillby, you look like a hen with all that fussing you’re doing!”)

Grillby took a moment to collect himself, his flames tingeing a soft pink in embarrassment. “I just...want it to be special.”

“(And it is. These are little kids, not the King himself! It's not like they need perfection, just love and validation. That’s what this day is all about, right?”) Dogaressa winked at the flustered father and withdrew her paw. (“You don’t need to worry so much, just let things happen naturally. Trust me.)”

Grillby took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. The flames of his head were wild with worry for a time, but the once again became the usual, gentle, fireplace-like flame. A thousand things could go wrong and the last thing he wanted was for them to associate bad things with birthdays. Or even parties all together. The kids were skittish enough as it was with new things. A birthday for them would certainly be new.

He glanced back over at the other adults. They all were standing back and admiring their own handiwork. Of course, everything was bone-themed. Bone-themed tablecloth. Little bone-patterned plates. Even little dog treats were scattered about, which the dogs insisted upon.

“I think it’s done,” He finally said. “What time is it?”

Frank checked his watch. “Around three-thirtyish. Should we go out and get them?”

“Nah, I’ll call Greater. He was sent over to keep an eye on them. He’ll be able to herd them all back.” Dogamy flipped open his phone, and exited to the kitchen to place his call.

“Are we going to hide and yell ‘SURPRISE’ and all that?” Doggo squinted. His sight was too bad to help with decorations, so he elected to be the one to guard the presents. He took the job very seriously, knives and all.

“No.” Grillby shook his head. “They don’t like to be startled like that. I will stop them at the door and explain.”

“That’s a good idea.” Frank agreed. “Let’s all sit and rest a spell. I doubt all of us standing around will be good for their nerves.”

Mutters of agreement echoed through the group, all of them taking seats and being as non-threatening as they could. The boys were still very young and had yet to start therapy. Frank was the one that suggested they all be careful and mindful of their actions. So far, it had prevented what could be a perpetual state of anxiety for the kids.

Grillby fussed one last time over everything.

He still had yet to find the candles.

The snowball war ended in mutually-assured destruction.

It was an hour-long fight and the kids went all out on it. Snow trenches were dug. Forts were made. Snowballs were stockpiled up. Everyone hunkered down with their team until the signal was given.

“Alright y’all, let's have a clean fight!”, one of the parents shouted. “Ready? GO!”

The air quickly became white with snowballs. Snow was flinging everywhere, even hitting some of the parents who were unfortunate enough to get caught in the cross-fire. It was madness.

Undyne made snow boulders instead of snowballs, and took great delight at being a one-girl siege engine. Many walls crumbled to her wrath. Many kids were buried under piles of snow. It was pure devastation.

Sans and Alphys were just happy to make the ultimate fort. Sans didn’t know all that much about playing war, but Alphys was more than happy to help. Soon they were hunkered down, weathering incoming fire and dealing it back just as quickly. At one point they ran out of snow, and Sans had to sneak out under fire to get more.

Papyrus ran out to chase all the snowballs, borking all the way. Small kids were were under a mutual agreement of protection. Nobody threw snowballs at them and they were herded away from the more intense part of the war. Papyrus might be too small to really participate, but he was more than happy to chase the snowballs that flew past him. He was joined with some other small kids who just happily rolled around in the snow, not really caring that much about the war around them.

In the end, the fighting was too intense, and there wasn’t a single fort or trench left standing. The kids lay where they were felled in the snow, too worn out to continue. Nobody won, but it wasn’t like they were playing for wins anyway. It was at the time the other parents started to collect their kids. It was time to come in from the cold, and one by one, Sans watched the other kids leave.

“I got Pap!” Alphys waddled through the snow, holding a surprisingly still pup. Papyrus’ eye lights were crossed as he shivered. He made a loud sharp gurgle and tilted his head straight up in the air, muzzle open wide.

“what happened?” Sans was instantly on edge, rushing over to examine his little brother

“Hey, no need to worry he just um...ate a snowball or two.” Alphys giggled. “He got a brain freeze.”

“...brain freeze?” Sans looked at this brother again, who was clacking his jaws together.

“Yeah, it’s when you eat cold stuff too fast and it gives you a weird feeling in your head.”

To show he was alright, Papyrus eventually shook his head and wagged his tail, normal again. “NYEH!”

Sans relaxed. It seemed his little bro was alright. “phew…”

Undyne stomped over, laughing. “Heh, did you see that great big snow boulder I made? It took out a whole fort!”

“yeah, but then everyone within range hit you at once.” Sans smirked. Undyne frowned. Her coat and hat were covered in snow. It wouldn’t be long before everything would start to melt and make everything chilly and damp.

They were just gathering their sleds and brushing themselves off when a white dog bounded over the snow and skidded to a stop in front of the children.

“<Hello children!>” Greater Dog barked a greeting and wagged his fluffy tail. He was without his armor for now, it seemed, and it was honestly a little difficult to tell him apart from the snow without it. He was practically two black eyes and a nose floating above the snow.

“hi greater.” Sans smiled. “what are you doing here? I thought you had guard stuff to do.”

“<I have off today!>” Greater shook his coat free of some snowflakes. “<I am here to bring you all home!>”

Undyne and Alphys watched the interaction, giving each other looks. It was still weird to them that Sans could just... understand the dogs like he could. Not that it was anything more different than talking to someone else with a different language, but Dog was very hard to learn by non-dogs. They tended to not think too hard about it. They had more important stuff to worry about, such as when dinner time was.

“i guess we were out here a long time.” Sans rubbed his fingers together. Now that playing was over with, the cold and damp was starting to seep in, causing him to shiver. It wasn’t as bad a chill as when he and his brother were homeless: now, he had the warmest coat that his father could get for him. He felt worn out a little, eager to go back indoors, and he could expect there to be hot cocoa waiting when they got back.

“Yeah! I don’t even know what time it is!” Alphys struggled to get out her phone, but couldn’t bend her arms down enough to open her pockets. Undyne took the pup from her, and laughed as Alphys flailed around for a few seconds.

Greater dog barked and started hopping through the snow, waiting for them all to catch up. Thus began the cold and tired trek back to the house. Papyrus was thoroughly worn out, so he was content to be carried. Sans was slower, as always, so everyone took time to match his pace. The snow had been packed down as they left, so the walk home was easier.

The hill wasn’t too far away from home, and soon the group arrived back at the house. To the boys’ surprise, their dad was out on the porch waiting for them.

“Hello, did you all have fun?” The fire dad smiled. Greater barked a greeting and slipped past them all and into the house.

The kids crowded close, eager to steal a little heat from a literal fire-person. “We did!” Undyne was first to talk, throwing up her arms. “We played so much! And there was a snowball fight! And Pap ate a snowball!”

“Did he now?” Grillby reached down to pat the little pup on the head. “I bet it didn’t taste very nice.”

Papyrus transformed with a soft click, allowing him to speak again. “NO! EW.” The toddler made a dramatic face. Truth be told, the snow tasted like nothing. But the cold was something he wasn’t too fond of. He held up his arms and ‘nyeh’d’ at his father until he was picked up and held in the fiery warmth.

“Undyne, Alphys...how about you both go inside and get warm? I have to explain something to the boys.”

“Sure!” Both girls shuffled past, stashing the sleds on the porch and eagerly shedding coats and scarves inside the warm house.

Sans was puzzled. “explain what?”

“Well,” Grillby sat down on the bench on the porch. He had it installed not too long ago, so he could have somewhere safe to sit while he watched the boys play outside. Sans jumped up along with him to sit, wondering. “Do you remember when I explained what a birthday was?”

Sans thought for a moment, before nodding. “yeah, it’s when you get a party on the day you were born.”

“That is quite right.” Grillby smiled widely. “Do you know what today is?”

“uhhh…..” Sans tilted his head back in thought. “um...is it Alphys’ birthday?” He fiddled with his fingers.

Grillby laughed lightly. “Oh no, it’s your birthday.”

Sans’s eye lights went wide in his sockets. “really?”

“Yes really. Today is for both you and your brother. I wanted to tell you both outside, so you did not get spooked once we go inside. There’s a party for the both of you.”

Sans’ eyelights were practically stars for how bright they were. “for us?”

“Yes, for you both.”

Sans looked like he was about to ask something, before he shook his head and smiled up at his father.

Grillby stood, moving Papyrus to one arm and holding out the other hand to Sans. “They should be all ready now. If you get overwhelmed, your bedroom has a hiding spot I set up. Leave whenever you need to, okay? Everyone will understand.”

Sans took the offered hand and hopped over to his feet. “thanks dad!”

“Of course, son.” With that, he lead Sans to the door and pushed it open.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” “(Awoooo!)”

Sans couldn’t help but jump a little at the sudden noise, but relaxed once he saw who caused it. The Dog Guard, Alphys, Undyne, and their parents were there, all wearing paper hats and grinning. His eye sockets were wide as he took everything in. The decoration. The big pile of presents. The enormous cake on the table. It was just...so much!

Undyne took another paper hat and sat it down on Sans’ head. “Here ya go birthday boy.”

Sans could only beam with happiness.

“Come along, we’ll have some cake and cocoa to warm up first.” Grillby gently nudged the boy forward, which seemed to jump-start him. It was a struggle to throw off his coat so he could run off and look at everything. Papyrus was set on the couch and helped out of his own coat. He too regarded everything with wide eye sockets and a wide smile. Still tuckered out a little, it seemed that he was going to make his father carry him everywhere.

To Papyrus’ surprise, he was carried over to the table and set in his high chair. In front of him was a huge frosted cake. Papyrus indeed knew what cake was, and wiggled in excitement. He gnawed on his fingers and drooled, eyeing the cake. Sans was set next to him on his own chair. On front of the cake were some candles, and ‘Happy Birthday Sans and Papyrus!’ written in icing. Grillby simply had to touch the candles to have them lit.

“Now, before we begin, there is a birthday tradition.” Grillby explained. Sans was looking at him in confusion over the candles. “On someone’s birthday, they make a secret wish, and then blow out the candles. It's said that the wish will come true.”

Sans took a moment to ponder about it. Grillby could immediately see the confusion and thought on his face, and then, a quick flicker of sadness. The nature of wishes was something difficult for them both to grasp. How many times did they lay in their cages, wishing for freedom, only for it to not come true? He had it in mind to skip it, but Dogaressa convinced him to go on with it.

Thankfully, she stepped in. “(These wishes only happen during birthdays, and you need the candles too. Wishes may not have worked before, but they will now. We can all promise that.)”

The group nodded along to that.

“Go ahead son. Make a wish.” Grillby gently encouraged him. “You too Papyrus.”

Papyrus was too busy wiggling to pay attention, his eyelights firmly locked in on the cake.

“Er...Sans. You may have to make a wish for Papyrus too.”

“i can do that!” Sans closed his eye sockets, looking like he was trying to solve the most challenging of math problems. He finally opened them up, and with a determined look, blew out the candles.

“Very good!”

Everyone clapped as an embarrassed-looking Sans sank a little lower in his chair. Embarrassed, but pleased at the attention. It was a strange feeling to get used to, liking attention.

“Okay, then, it is time for cake. Everyone get a plate.” Grillby took up his cake knife and prepared to cut the cake.

Papyrus, however, had other plans.

“CAKE!” He yelled, and then slammed his head face first into the cake. Frosting flew up and splattered the ones closest to the carnage as he seemed determined to eat his way through the cake. Afraid that his son could possibly drown in cake, Grillby quickly pulled him away and lifted up his head.

Papyrus just beamed through a mask of crumbs and frosting. He pulled fistfulls of cake off his face and shoved them into his mouth. “IS GUD!”

Sans broke the silence by cracking up so hard, he almost fell out of his chair. “it does look good pap!”

That earned another laugh, as Grillby looked over the portion of cake that wasn’t destroyed. Well, he could work with this. It wasn’t the worst cake-related disaster he’d ever seen.

After all, he’s a bartender. He’d seen much worse.

Interesting….

Very, very interesting…

Somewhere outside the realm of reality, a shape began to pull itself out of the ground. But it was not really a true ground: up and down did not exist here. Nor was front or back.

Regardless, the shape came from somewhere, oozing outwards like black bubbling tar.

The partygoers couldn’t see it. Not where they were. But on this side, the blackness infected the space around them and sucked away all the color. Almost like static, a perfectly normal, happy birthday party became something unreal. It was like looking at a show from the TV with the gains incorrect. Pieces of lines and shapes were just a smidge out of place; not enough to be noticeable unless one had a lot of time on one’s hands.

For the disgraced W.D Gaster, he had more than enough time.

After his first manifestation with some semblance of sanity, he spent time trying to understand the hell he was in. There was no heat and no cold, just a numbness that went on forever. He could touch himself with his hands, but he felt nothing. He had tried to pull his soul out to see if it was still there, but all that came of it was a black stringy mess that he couldn’t see through. It was still unclear whether his soul was in that mess or not.

He tried screaming, but all that resulted was more static.

He also found his limitations.

He had found himself forever chained to his creations.

It was quite maddening. Once, he saw his subjects napping on the couch like the animals they were. Bored of the sight, Gaster tried to leave, only to find that he destabilized as soon as he crossed the house threshold. Seeing himself fall apart was quite frightening, and it took what felt like hours to pull himself together enough to have rational thought again.

When not together, thoughts slipped in and out like oil. He could try to grab them, make sense of them. But they slipped out of his grasp to warp and stretch across the void. Concepts, words, and even semblances of self flew just out of reach: close enough to have a ghosly memory, but too far away to truly remember everything.

He had only tried to leave their space thrice, and he wasn’t keen to do so again.

Experiments showed that as long as he was within a few meters or two, he could manifest. He could think again. Even if he couldn’t physically feel it, he felt like himself. When he cared not to look at his killer anymore, he could simply just stop existing for a little while. Once he thought it would be for the best to stop existing, and he tried to simply be nothing. But without fail, he would find himself back here, around them.

It didn’t happen too often, but it was enough to be extremely annoying.

He was annoyed now, watching the creatures, creatures he made with his own two hands to kill humans, eating cake. It was sickening. He had made them to mimic monsters well enough that they could fool a human. But fooling other monsters? That wasn’t something he intended.

So much waste.

They were the best work he had ever done, and now they would sit around opening presents like real children. What a waste. So much work for nothing. He had hoped that even in death, someone would see reason and continue the project. But it seemed like his brilliance died with him.

He hadn’t been to the lab or the CORE since his fall. He had no idea what was happening there, but he could be sure that he wouldn’t like it.

He had nothing better to do, and he was a scientist. He could continue his work, and once he could figure a way out of this place, he could resume it.

But getting out?

That would be the hardest part.

But...

He already had a few ideas.

#babyblaster au #undertale #fanfiction #trust sequel #gasterblaster au #sans #grillby #papyrus #keetah writes #you guys have waited a long time for this #im sorry writting is hard #merry crimmas

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Sparks - Ch.2 -

Bet you thought I wasn’t serious about continuing this, huh? Ha! .... Really sorry it’s taken so long.

>AO3 LINK<

LAST TIME ON SPARKS : Blue is a veteran Yandere, who falls fast, but typically scares the objects of his affections... Stretch is a greyromantic yandere, who’s just now meeting someone he loves. He falls fast and leaves a love note for Blue to find when they get out of group therapy. Gaster is Stretch’s loving, but often absentee father, who encourages him in his pursuit of love.

Warnings: Stalking, scary unhealthy thoughts, dangerous teleporting, Sans is losing his mind and V fast.

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‘I’m an overthinker, so if you don’t give me an answer I’ll come up with one.’

Chapter 2: Blue’s POV

Sans’ eye lights darted from one side of the road to the other, his hands shaking from the death grip he had on his steering wheel. Anything to keep his eyes from the letter sitting on the passenger’s seat.

It had been a shock.

A good one, and yet he was petrified by it. He arrived home faster than he should have and teleported straight from his car to the center of his home.

His studio apartment had never seemed so bright, so vibrant. He flopped on his bed back first, holding the open letter against his cheek. With his eyes closed, he breathed deep, hoping for some sort of clue as to who wrote it, but there was nothing.

Love.

Someone was in love with him.

Could he love them back? How would he know until he knew who it was? Oh, he wanted to know so much his soul swelled and sparkled in his chest.

Facts. He needed to look at the facts and find any hint that could lead him to this new alleged soulmate... Soulmate, yes! They must be a monster, if they believe in soul bonds! And the only monsters he really sees on a regular basis are Alphys and the monsters in therapy. It definitely wasn’t Alphys!

As for who in his group it could possibly be, he wasn’t sure.

There were cat monsters, blob monsters, some sort of bird thing, and several other non-descript creatures he hadn’t paid much attention to. And Stretch, of course. Poor anxious thing.

Though there was no one with a name that started with ‘P’, that he knew of. Perhaps it was their nickname or the name they went by in group was actually their middle name? He’d know all about that, Comic was a wretched first name. He was certain that he couldn’t just ask Dr. River, he’d get suspicious and lock Sans out of the group.

Which was the last thing he needed! At least, until he found his little darling. After they finally found each other, they would leave the group and possibly move far from the ‘good’ doctor’s grasp.

A wave of excitement rushed through him. He moved the letter from his cheek to rest over his soul, unable to hold back the grin that had spread over his expression. A game plan was needed from here, his love was playing with him! How fun!

Grillby never liked playing games...

His smile only wavered a little. There was no time for being sad, he had a soulmate to catch!

First, he needed to get into the Doctor’s office when no one would be there to stop him. It would be easy enough, he’d wasted so many hours in that waiting room and office to be able to teleport straight there without fear of teleporting into something. He’d go when he knew the offices were closed. The motion detectors were only in the main areas, not in places like offices that had no windows to the outside world. No one should be able to go in there.

Then he’d need to get into the locked file cabinet the doctor kept without actually breaking it (his soulmate was apparently very good at that! Sans giggled.)

He’d be forced to look through a lot of files, but if he went there early enough in the night, he’d have the time to find all the possible P names. Just call an hour after ‘close’ to make sure the office is empty, then teleport there! Easy easy easy.

No.

Nonono.

Please no.

Sans was already standing up again, pacing the room making plans when his mind screamed out again. He had been doing so well! Sure, holding back his every impulse was painful, but he had been managing. There had been so many times he could have started again, but he hadn’t! And now, within an hour of the this... this letter... This new ‘soulmate’ was completely unknown to him, but he had already fallen into his downward spiral of illegal activities to find them.

But that’s what the monster wanted, right?! That was literally the point of the letter!

Unless it was a trap by the doctor.

There was a heavy pit inside him then, a wicked sort of dread that creeped up his spine. His hands crinkled the edges of the paper as he read and reread the letter. There would be something that would make it too obvious, River was never subtle in anything he did.

While the wording worked straight towards his heart, it was a little too on the nose for someone who wasn’t the doctor... how would they have known the right phrases, the sweet little nothings that would make him feel wanted and loved without them ever speaking to him?

....

Dr. River would never, even in a trap, encourage this behavior though.

Soul still pulsing nervously, he slowly knelt to the floor and reread the letter again. Then again. And once more. The words were beautiful, intense... The grammar was alright and just one spelling mistake but...

The punctuation wasn’t great though.

.........

The punctuation! The entire letter is lowercase!!

STRETCH!

Sad, skinny, desperate Stretch. Of course...

His grin nearly split in two, of course a skeleton wouldn’t go by their traditional name! The humans around them thought it was hilarious to constantly point it out! Sans didn’t recognize the font Stretch spoke in, but he’d take a guess that it started with a P.

Stretch had been late to the meeting, looking happy and their eyes had met...

He had just come back from leaving the letter and flowers!

As everything fell into place, Sans felt himself fall all over again. He was certain, positive even, that he had found his darling little love.

He couldn’t wait to tell him how fast he’d figured it out! He would leave out the part where he’d suspected Dr. River of trying to trap him, he didn’t want Stretch to feel as though Blue thought the letter could be seen as anything but genuine.

The love pouring from the words felt real and therefore... it was.

‘out of the blue’

Sans giggled and fell back onto the floor, stretching his arms and legs out as far as they would go, soul visibly glowing from between his ribs.

Oh he was perfect!

It was all so, so perfect!

Stretch was very sad, that much was obvious, but Sans would fix it all! He’d bring him home and give him so much love, he’d never have to be sad again! He’d want for nothing and no one but Sans!

He jumped to his feet and started preparing his studio apartment for another body, cleaning out any older food in the fridge, changing his sheets, vacuuming... Anything that could be done, was done as the sun started to set.

Did Stretch have allergies? He’d need to change his eating habits to fit them! And did he prefer a soft or firm mattress? What about pillows? As a skeleton, did he care if the apartment was hot or cold? Sans never changed the thermostat, it was cheaper to live that way. In the winter his joints would get a little stiff (and his poor fish had died...) so he’d have to turn the heat up for Stretch. Wouldn’t want his honey to be uncomfortable!

His home had to be perfect, so there would be no reason to leave!

Ever.

Sans’ magic stirred at the thought and he paused right as his pillow fell into the clean pillow case. He blinked and shifted on his feet.

Stretch could be here when he came home from work every day. He could have someone to come home to... Every day. Whenever he felt like it. On lunch breaks, on weekends, after work and on holidays...

He’d never be alone, not if he didn’t want to be. Not ever.

Blue closed his eyes and held the pillow to his chest, breathing in the clean scent as he squeezed it tightly to him. He let out a soft moan.

What sort of magic did Stretch use during his heats?

What color was that magic?

He needed to find him... Soon. Sooner than next week, certainly.

The moment he was certain that the therapist offices were closed, he blocked his number and called up to make sure no one was there. Both at the front desk and on Dr. River’s personal line, he was given automatic responses and instructed to leave a message.

He wore all black (including gloves), with far too large boots and wide-brimmed hat, incase there were any cameras that would catch sight of him. A trick he was now thankful he had never thought to mention to Dr. River.

Leaving his phone, but taking a screwdriver, he teleported to the corner behind the door in the office where Stretch’s files would be. Sans’ yelped as one of his legs ended up in a (mercifully) empty garbage can. He gently lifted it out. Sure enough, where he had expected there to be nothing, there had been the plastic of the can itself to slice off the bottom portion of his heel.

Blue set his foot on the ground next to his other, his shoe being an inch shorter than it had been.

If he had been just a bit more to the side, his entire leg could have been cut in half. He was so careless...

Swallowing the jolt of fear that came with this thought, he took off his shoes and hat. There were no cameras in here, the windows to the hall were just this side of opaque and the lights were at half power. He wouldn’t be noticed, if he just stayed in this room.

It was a small town doctor’s office, so despite much of the more sensitive data being stored online, lesser information like names and addresses, should be available as a physical copy.

He wedged the screwdriver behind where the lock connected with the file cabinet and used a bone attack to slam it off. He caught the lock and put it in his pocket. River would be extremely upset to find out it had been broken in to, but by then it would be too late.

Surely Stretch hated the stupid meetings as much as he did! He wasn’t legally obliged to attend them any more, at any rate. Stretch was more than willing to be in a relationship with Sans, so the police couldn’t try and ruin his fun this time.

The files were alphabetical by last name. Sans groaned but started the long process of flipping through every manila file, keeping an eye out for ‘P’ given names.

‘Alexander, Randal’

‘Andrews, Peter’ Nope.

‘Applegate, Jocelyn’

‘Banks, Paula’ Not even close.

‘Bernard, Rachel’

‘Brown, Phaedra’

‘Carlson, Penny’ Nah.

‘Carlson, James’

‘Cartman, Evelynn’

‘Carver, Pedro’ It took Sans a second, but he shook it off. It wasn’t a font.

‘Chan, Lee’

‘Chi, Ren’

‘Connolly, Patricia’ Not quite.

‘Connor, Garret’

‘David, Stanley’

‘Davidson, Shelley’

‘Dawson, Paul’ Nope.

‘Dew, William’

‘Donald, Jennifer’

‘Drake, Travis’

‘Edmund, Fae’

‘Fanibi, John’

‘Fredrickson, Jenna’

‘Fu, Kelli’

‘Gaster, Papyrus’

And there it was. So he was part of the Aster family! Sans hadn’t seen that coming. Usually Asters were more outspoken, tending to be Upper Casers with jobs that would put them in the public eye.

He must not be close to those in his family, then.

Good.

Sans pulled out the file. Papyrus hadn’t been going to River for very long before he was put into group therapy. ‘Lazy, lazy, doctor daisy!’ Sans chided in his mind. He couldn’t help the small bit of joy that came from knowing exactly how much River would be kicking himself when he realized he put a lonely, desperate skeleton in the same group as...

The joy turned to guilt, which had to be swallowed as Sans read on.

His address was listed, along with his social security number and little else. Papyrus was still too new to therapy to really have much on file. Apparently, he had been nowhere before here, either.

After repeating the address and SSN several times over in his head, sure to memorize them both, he neatly replaced the file in the drawer and closed it. River would never know why someone had been in here and, in fact, what they had planned on taking.

Sans teleported home.

It was dangerous to teleport to a place you’ve never been, so Sans had done his research as best he could with the tools he had. Google maps gave him the outside view of the house, which gave him the general floor plan and what obstacles he might run into outside the house.

He found Papyrus’ facebook account and much to his joy, he had very few friends! Sans sighed, curling his legs under him, body needing movement as energy started to stir within him again.

There was no indication of what Papyrus might do when he wasn’t at therapy, though he did appear to be in a bar quite a bit.

Some things were going to have to change...

For his honey’s own good, of course.

Other than a small headshot Sans assumed was in Papyrus’ room that really only showed a white wall with some cut off painting beside him, there was nothing to tell him where it would be safe to teleport within the house.

It was a pretty house, small as it was. It had a little yard in front with a single car parked in the short driveway. At least at the time the Google car had gotten its picture.

Looking up Papyrus’ facebook friends yielded no results either.

He didn’t want to risk driving and having his car be seen anywhere near Papyrus’ house, just in case.

No, he’d have to teleport. Just... very carefully.

He appeared five feet off the grass, far enough from the tree in the front yard that he figured he’d be safe. No grass to cut holes in his shoes from a teleport five feet in the air! Hopefully no wheelbarrows to land on either. He landed heavily on a rock garden and cringed as a shot of pain went up his weak knees. Shaking it off he looked around.

The night was still young, just past 11, though it was nearly pitch black where he stood. Standing in the tree’s shadow allowed him to quickly teleport to the side of the house. Peaking through a window on the side of the house, he could just make out an empty hallway.

A way in.

He was standing there in seconds. The house was silent, save for the waves of heat coming from a vent on the floor. It was a ground level home, no stairs going up, but it did have a basement. Sans was drawn to it and following his instinct he opened the door as quietly as he could manage, inching his way down and closing the door behind him before daring to turn on the light.

There was another door at the bottom of the stairs and Sans groaned a little, being a little less careful as he opened this door and tip toed through it. He ran his hand over the wall next to him and found the light switch.

The room was clean... pristine. Bare, even. With its white walls, a silly painting of some red car (he was right about the facebook picture!), grey carpet and black comforter... If it weren’t for the clothes that hung in the closet and a single pair of slippers tucked against the bed frame, Sans would wonder if this wasn’t a guestroom.

But it was Papyrus’, he was sure of it.

It smelled like him.

How did he already know what Papyrus smelled like? Perhaps the letter had been right! Sans had always known they’d end up together!

After shutting the door behind him, he laid on the bed, pulling one of the many pillows down to press against his chest. It soothed the ache, but it wasn’t enough.

Not by a long shot.

Sans’ eye sockets nearly drifted shut, but before they could, a blur of bright orange popped them right open again. The hoodie! Papyrus’ hoodie was hanging in the closet amongst various t-shirts and before Sans knew what he was doing, he was out of the bed and taking it out.

Pulling it over his head, Sans breathed deep, just to take in the scent. Warm. Home. Right.

It was far too big, the hem of it nearly to his knees and his hands completely covered by the arms. It was perfect though. He wondered if Papyrus would let him keep it... But then it would stop smelling like him.

Hm.

He’d have to settle for borrowing it after his honey had worn it.

He lifted the soft arms and buried his face in his covered hands.

A loud bark shocked him out of his stupor. Below him, a small white dog stared up. It wasn’t baring its teeth or threatening to bite, but its tail wagged excitedly, and it barked again. And again. Sans tried shushing it, waving his hands and even getting on his knees to pet the stupid animal, but it wouldn’t stop barking, wouldn’t even get a little quieter for his efforts.

The door to the room opened and Sans’ eye lights shot up. Standing in the doorways was a skeleton clad in black... that was most certainly not Papyrus.

Sans stood up slowly, senses heightened, as the intruding skeleton began to sign at him.

#yanberry #undertail #swapcest #fontcest #yandere sans #yandere papyrus #a non-related fontcest au #everything about this is self indulgent bull shit #please dont take it seriously #i did a little research on stalkers for this #a magical stalker would be scary af tbh

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Baxtale: Chapter 1-Part 2 (2nd Half)

Bax ran through the storm, speeding through the town of Snowdin, covering monsters alike in waves of snow as she passes. She’s frantic and in a hurry to leave before more disruption occurs. She noticed monsters all around the town she observed, either recovering from what they witnessed, unconscious, or something of both. This was her fault, allowing her guard to fall right in front of a portal, knowing the dangers of doing so.

“I have t get back to the void. I caused enough disruption.” Bax panted as she ran, stripping herself free of her clothes, that she didn’t remember being on her body in the first place. She knows Stretch, the Papyrus in this world, more than likely put it on her. Knowing her, she had come right after the 6th human was killed. Or maybe that was the illusion of the true reset?

Once she escaped outside of Snowdin, she stopped to catch her breath. Despite the speed she runs, for her size, it was difficult to maintain. She thought her many different battles and experiences would have prepared her for this kind of physical activity. Who was she fooling but herself? She looked up, sweat beading on her forehead and freezing due to the cold air, her eyes scanning wildly for the portal she came through.

It was no longer there. “Just my luck.” She said as she watched a faint rift in the trees disappear. The winter wind gusted trough the forest, passing her, causing her to shiver violently. “Crap!” She hid in the trees until the panic in town and within her had ceased. Bax clutched her stomach, trying to huddle closer to the tree trunk to keep warm from the strong blizzard winds. It must be that time of year, she guessed under her breath. She looked up into the higher shelter of branches and started to climb the trees. Luckily she picked up that skill in the world of Horrortale. Running for your life in a world filled with hunger for humans, literally, climbing can have its usefulness. At least no one had been able to touch her, so they won’t remember her later, she hoped.

Once she had climbed into a nest of branches, she nestled herself in the warmth of the branches, trying to keep warm from the storm. Despite it’s appearance, the branches were not enough to keep the winds at bay, and occasionally, a branch or two would blow away. She shivered violently, it wasn’t any use. The longer she stayed there, the colder she got. ‘It was warmer in the void!” She though with exasperation.

She couldn’t escape. She couldn’t stay either. Butt she was trapped. She didn’t have a choice. She HAD to find a way to escape the world. While she figured out a way to do this, she processed what had just occurred. As she had tried to escape, Stretch, seemed to try to stop her from leaving back into the blizzard. But as soon as he grabbed her—once the realization hit her, her stomach plummetted. She had to keep from gagging from nervousness. All the tings she witnessed, experienced, knows...the other worlds, AUs, the void, everything; This entire world got a “copy and paste” of her mind. Everyone just literally got a knowledge boost from Stretch merely touching her for as long as he did.

She started to hyperventilate, she spat onto the snow, trying to get rid of the sour taste in her mouth. She covered her mouth. Her place, her entire existence here has been compromised. {Everyone knows she exists and has been observing them. All of them. There isn’t a secret that she can keep here. That meant she couldn’t stay here for very long for fear of being hunted down.

“Kid! Kid, Where are you?!” a familiar voice called. It was Stretch. He was looking for her, the first of many. She had to move fast. SHe got to her feet and as soon as he looked away, Bax dashed out of the branches and jumped branch after branch.

“I’m not dying today. NOT YET.” SHe thought as she dashed away, just as Stretch managed to notice her.

...

Stretch was shaking the unconscious skeleton in his arms, hoping and praying his HP hasn’t hit zero. He cannot lose Blueberry, not again. Not like this. Tears started to fall down his face. “Sans...please wake up!” Stretch begged his brother, he checked Blueberry’s vitals, he sighed with relief once to had stopped draining. Eventually, Stretch felt his brother stiffen and stir, his eyelights appearing in his eyesockets again.

“Papy...?” Blueberry said hoarsely, causing him to be tightly hugged by Stretch with a choked sob. “Thank God...I thought you were gone for sure...!” Stretch sobbed shakily. “Papyrus...” Blueberry felt his brother’s tears on his shoulder. Blueberry softly smiled as his own eyesockets filled with tears. He was scared too. He hugged back tightly. He knew and remembered everything. He finally knows what his brother has been keeping from him for years. Not only does he know, he can finally figure out how to help him. Blueberry smiled softly and rubbed Stretch’s back as Stretch continued to cry in his arms.

They stayed like that for awhile. Until they finally separated and helped each other up, Stretch healing Blueberry, and helping him to clean up the mess in the kitchen. Stretch opened his mouth to say something but Blueberry interrupted him, a little ticked, saying, “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS? YOU WERE GOING THROUGH SO MUCH AND YOU CARRIED IT ON YOUR OWN. EVEN WHEN I TOLD YOU, YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO! I WAS HERE THE ENTIRE TIME, WORRYING ABOUT YOU TRYING TO GET YOU TO TALK ABOUT IT!” Blueberry continued to chastise his older brother, “NEVER KEEP THIS FROM ME AGAIN!”

Stretch blinked a few times and smiled a little in understanding. “I won’t, brother.”

“YOU CAN MAKE IT UP TO ME BY QUITTING THAT HABIT.”

“Heh...okay brother. I will.” Stretch grinned before then realizing, “Oh crap, I lost the kid.” Simultaneously, they both realized the front door has been open for ages. They both heard the cries and shouts.

“I’ll be back, better catch the kid before your boss catches them.” Stretch had o find the kid and fast. before another monster...anymonster got to them, first Particularly Captain Alphys, who was a human-killing fanatic.

Stretch ran out of the house, closing the door behind him. He saw the damage outside. He noticed everyone covered in snow, unconscious, or crying. A harsh blizzard wind blew against his hoodie. “Whoa....kid.” He saw footprints leading outside of town. Stretch decided to take his chances and follow them. Hoping to find the kid alive and not dead.

Stretch ended up where they first found the girl. He saw the clothes that they had dressed the girl in strewn all over the snow. Once the footprints stopped, he called out, “Kid! Kid, where are you?”

...

A few seconds later, Bax and Stretch were in a chase, not too far behind or ahead of the other. Bax was in the trees, branches rustling and cracking under her weight. Stretch chased after her, snow crunching under his boots.

“Got to keep running until the rift opens again! I can’t be caught!” Bax continued running.

“Stop! Kid! It’s not a good idea to run across the branches!” Stretch called. He was getting tired, running is not his sport. This big girl, made running seem easy for someone her size, and he was scrawny was bones! “Where is this Gil going?” He looked past her and noticed they were coming up to the ruins. A dead end for her and an opportunity for him.

He grinned and aimed a Gaster Blaster at the branches in her path to the higher walls of the ruins. Bax managed to look behind her and her eyes widened. “Aw poop!” The Gaster Blaster fired and she barely was able to slow down and stop before she ran into the blast. She tried to keep herself steady on the rocking branches.

Once the smoke had cleared, the branches that lead to the rift were completely gone, her mouth went agape. “Such accuracy...” She thought in her mind. She looked down and saw Stretch with a cheeky grin. For some reason, a slight annoyance entered her expression. “Flipping...”

“You can’t just leave without giving us answers, kid. nice attempt at escaping though. I’d I’ve you an 8 out of 10 due to you not making it before I vaporized the path in front of you,” He said chuckling a bit. Ba continued to stand on her end of the branches, looking back and forth between Stretch and the other side of the gap. A rift was starting to form on the other side. Her hopes at escaping just beyond reach...

“You know, you can relax. I’m not going to hurt you. Just...come down and we can talk. Just a nice long detailed chat,” Another wind blew through the trees, the branch she’s on, cracking audibly, “That branch won’t hold your weight forever since I blasted the front of it. Might want to move before it falls and you get hurt.”

Bax bared her tusks at him, hating the fact that he was absolutely right. But she refused to bow to his will. SHe was stubborn and she wasn’t coming down until she knew Stretch could be trusted. Nonetheless, the branch was starting to break beneath her feet. If only he’d just let her go, she won’t be a bother...But of course he did something that she knew he was capable of doing but thought he was tooo lazy to do so.

“Okay...either you’re really dumb or partially smart. You seem to be looking for something. A way out maybe? Sorry to disappoint you but the ruins are a dead end.” Stretch sighed as he continued to watch the blushing girl from below. Stretch hoped insulting her intelligence literally would get her to try to get down from there. It was pretty high up from where she was.

Bax refused to give in, though she felt like she should be offended by Stretch’s judgement of her intelligence. Well she knew him too well from observing him, hat he usually didn’t mean that, so of course she stayed where she was. Continuing to watch the rift grow bigger. “Come on, a few more seconds.” Bax egged on the rift with every fiber of her being.

The skeleton soon asked, starting to get impatient, “Well since you’re not comin down, can I at least have your name?”

She chuckled in her mind, giving out her name to anyone in any of the worlds was more than likely a arctic to get her name written in the world’s history so she would have to stay...er at least visit once in awhile. Advancing this monsters abilities each time she visited. She moved back absentmindedly just as the branch she was standing on fell, crashing into the snow below. Stretch flinched a bit before regaining his cool.

This was crucial. She could disrupt the timeline more, or she could leave without saying a word. She never had been caught before, the damage was done, and she knew it. Not only that, the choice Bax makes now could change things in the universe. No one in this world was supposed to have noticed, let alone seen anything outside of their own world. Tears fell down, Bax’s face as she whimpered indecisively, not knowing what she should do under so little time.

A few teardrops fell down of of her face on onto Stretch’s face. He felt her emotions momentarily. He sighs and says, “hey. Don’t you know how to greet a new pal?” Bax looked down at him before looking at the now open portal. Knowing her choice could change everything in the multiverse and his world as he knows it.

“Come down and shake my hand.” He offered his hand up, just as the branch cracked, too weak to no longer keep Bax up there. ax realized that she so badly wants to belong somewhere. She would love it here. It’s nice...quiet...with occasional excitement. She gave one last look at the portal, before looking down just as the branch broke, causing her stomach to plummet and her to fall. She felt fearful, she closed her eyes and...everything went black.

Spoiler Art:

https://bax-the-hooman.tumblr.com/post/186659204705/a-little-look-into-the-third-part-of-chapter-2

https://bax-the-hooman.tumblr.com/post/186641507185/baxtale-chapter-2part-1

#underswap #undertale AU #Bax #Baxtale #Stretch #Papyrus #Snowdin

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odderancyart · 5 years

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A Few Days of Late Autumn

Happy Birthday, @kyuko-chan!!!

Here’s some Blackcherry High School AU!

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26 October

We got a new classmate today. The entire school buzzed with the news this morning as gossip spread through the hallways. According to them, he had been expelled from the Royal Academy, which obviously means he must be rich as fuck: the Royal Academy is only for the absolute elite, after all. The children of politicians, CEOs, nobility.

Early this morning, while the sun still was low on the sky, I sat in my chair in the classroom – clad in high-heeled black boots, which I had polished until they basically shimmered in the light from the lamps, black and white striped jeans, and my hot pink turtleneck – with my feet thrown up on the table while Slim slept in his seat next to Blue (the idiot needs to go to bed earlier, for fuck’s sake, it’s not strange he’s always exhausted), and Jennifer was yelling about the latest episode of her favourite show, or whatever. Wow holy hell that’s one long sentence, huh? Anyway, that’s when we heard the doorknob turn. I threw my legs of the table, sitting properly, just in time before Ms. Toriel (our principal) stepped inside. I could see Blue elbow Slim awake in the corner of my eye.

Following Ms. Toriel, who as always wore a perfectly neat suit and, as always, was sneering – was the new kid. As I first saw him, I froze. I might’ve forgotten to breathe too? Not sure. He has a jagged scar running down over his eye socket, a bit like mine but less clean. A gold tooth, which gleamed in the sunlight coming in through the window. And he certainly knows how to dress: biker boots, torn jeans, and a black shirt with the Anarchy-symbol in red. Which, admittedly, is kind of weird from a member of the uppermost class, but whatever.

The most noticeable thing, however, was the fact that he had a cocky smirk on his face. I’ve never seen anyone look cocky in Ms. Toriel’s presence: she is fucking terrifying.

And yes, I admit. He’s fucking hot.

Seems like an asshole though, and a different kind than me. He leaned against the desk, despite Ms. Toriel’s awful glares, as she introduced him. “This is Red Gaster,” she said, and her dislike was very obviously in her voice. He didn’t seem bothered, though. Whispers filled the classroom – everyone knows the name Gaster. Is he related to Dr Gaster? The King’s advisor? He must be, mustn’t he? How many Gaster families can there be? “He will be joining your class from now on. Mr. Gaster, is there anything you’d like to tell your new classmates?”

“Hiya,” he told us, saluting lazily. His grin widened. “Nice to meetcha.”

His accent is… offensive. That’s all I can fucking say. That’s our accent, and it’s easy to hear it’s been trained in; and I can literally only think of one reason someone from his class would want to speak like us. I’ve heard what people say about it, after all. Heard how people judge those who speak like that. There’s a reason I’m training mine away. I highly doubt I will get anywhere in life while speaking like a ‘gutter rat’. But he can afford the luxury to sound like that for his own amusement, I suppose. If he’s a part of the Gasters, he can do whatever the fuck he wants and face zero consequences. Everyone would hire a Gaster, or let one into their university.

Fucking unfair. Bet I’m smarter than him.

Probably stronger too, even if he has big bones.

Life is unfair. That’s a lesson we’re taught early around here. No one will give a damn about you when you’re poor and working class. We’ve only got ourselves.

Well. Then Ms. Toriel gestured for him to sit, which he did, in the only free seat. Which happened to be the one next to me. I had known he’d sit next to me, obviously, since I saw the added seat when I entered the classroom, but my soul still skipped a beat and I wasn’t sure what to do because fuck he’s hot but god he already makes me angry.

So I just nodded.

“Hello,” he said and made himself comfortable, and then our teacher entered and began the lesson.

Even though he made one or two attempts on talking with me I didn’t humour him: I don’t talk during class. Even if I was tempted, for some reason. If I did, I’d never learn anything, get detention, and get stuck in this shithole forever, and I have aspirations. Not a goddamn chance I’ll let some random, if good-looking, stranger stop me from reaching my dreams.

Later that day, as I was hanging out with Blue and Alphys at lunch – I still regret introducing them goddammit they won’t stop ganging up on me and they’re both committing treason – we saw Red hanging over the fence. He was talking with another skeleton in a fancy suit – the school uniform of the Royal Academy, I believe. Their suit was lazily put on, though, and their tie not even tied. Fucking hell that’s so ungrateful. And I heard him say, “Yeah I’ll take this school with storm, man. They won’t know what hit them.”

Which is bullshit. Watch this privileged asshole not surviving a week in a public high school. I am shocked he didn’t throw a fit when he saw the food.

27 October

Alright… I admit, he’s fitting in surprisingly well. Still a fucking asshole, but perhaps our kind of asshole rather than the kind I expected from someone from the cream of society. He’s absolutely related to Dr Gaster, though, seeing how a tall skeleton who appears to be his brother – who is also handsome as fuck why that’s so unfair – in a fancy red cabriolet which carried Gaster Industries’ mark picked him up after school yesterday. And today he came on a fucking motorcycle. Because of course he has a motorcycle. Of course he drives motorcycles.

It’s beautiful. Sleek and black with red details. A Ducati. Oh my stars I- Oh fuck it yeah I am jealous as hell it’s absolutely gorgeous and I’ve been dreaming about driving one like it for years. One day, Razz. One day. I technically don’t even have my license yet, even though I can drive: I had a neighbour teach me, but we can’t afford the license for now. Once I get a job, that’ll be the first thing I save up to buy. And then, I will get a beauty of my own.

God I am squeezing my pen so hard right now. I want one so badly.

But back to Red: We sat together in class again, and we actually talked a little before class began. He seems to have learnt not to talk to me while class is going on already, that’s good. Today I was wearing a black and red rockabilly-dress, by the way, that I found in the thrift shop last weekend. It’s absolutely gorgeous. I think he noticed, I saw his gaze on it. That did feel nice. I do appreciate when people, even if they’re assholes, can recognize my beauty and sense of style.

Actually I think I like him a bit more now. Just a tad.

I did find out he doesn’t live at home. Imagine being able to move out at eighteen. I’d love to but well. Even if I could afford it, that’d end in catastrophe, because neither dad nor Slim knows how the fuck to care for themselves. When I came to visit they’d live in chaos and eat instant noodles for dinner every day. What would they do without me? How the fuck did we survive until I started taking charge, anyway? I mean dad can manage, obviously, but his standards are much too low.

So Red lives in an apartment just at the border between our side of town and the finer parts. Only two blocks away from another, richer, school district. And he has a brother, as I suspected, who is still at the Royal Academy and is planning on becoming a Police officer, and the dude I saw him talking to yesterday is his best friend and distant relative (second cousin thrice removed or something), Sans Gaster. And yes, he’s the fucking oldest son of Doctor Gaster, the country’s most prominent scientist and the King’s right-fucking-hand. What the fuck.

What the hell did he do to get expelled? Did he kill someone?

Anyway I have a History-essay to write, on the great monster-human war and how the Treaty was written.

28 October

It’s Friday! Blue and I am going out on the new club down the corner, it looks awesome. Dad doesn’t want me to go, of course, he’s overprotective as always, but he knows by now that’s not going to stop me. It’s going to be great. Especially since I’ve already finished my homework for the weekend and so it doesn’t matter if we drink and stay up to six am and sleep until noon. Plus, I finally get a chance to wear my latest find: this short, black dress that’s all glittery. It’s fabulous, especially with a black leather jacket.

29 October

I-

Last night-

Fuck.

I don’t even know how to write this down.

I’ll take it from the beginning.

So Blue and I went to the new club, and we looked fantastic. He had torn jeans and a tank top in dark gold with a leather jacket over, and I had my dress. The music from the nightclub was loud already before we came there, we could hear it down the streets. (I don’t imagine the residents were too happy but whatever.) After showing ID, we were soon allowed inside, luckily there was no queue.

And the inside was every bit as cool as we’d hoped. Flashing lights in rainbow colours, a dancefloor, a fucking smoke machine. The bar was crowded and served the most amazing drinks and it was so much fun. We danced for hours and probably drank a little too much, but we’re eighteen and it’s weekend so it was whatever. I haven’t had so much fun in weeks, and Blue chatted up this pretty girl inside. Not sure if he likes her or if it was just him being tipsy. Blue does become a flirt when he’s drunk he’ll even flirt with me. It’s hilarious. I mean he’s smooth as fuck, not denying that, but anyone would think it’s funny when your best friend-since-childhood is drunken-flirting with you and asking you stuff like “Are you a SAT? ‘Cause I’d do you for three hours and forty five minutes- with a ten minute snack break in the middle.”

Like I said, hilarious. I love drunk Blue.

But when we were going home. It was four am. And I don’t remember all of it, but I know what happened, more or less. We were tired, and giggly, and more than a little drunk. Being drunk doesn’t take away a lifetime of being on your guard, at least not for me, but it does take away my reflexes. Stupid. Why did I ever expect to be safe? Pure idiocy.

And suddenly we were surrounded. I can see them before my eyes. There were at least five of them, they were huge like mountains. And their eyes- So cold, so cruel. So greedy. I’m shivering at the memory of how their eyes racked over our bodies, like we were objects. I felt like someone had doused me in ice water and nausea rose that had nothing to do with me being drunk. It was terrifying. I’ve never been so scared in my life. I can fight, but again I was drunk and they were many, and bigger.

“Well, well,” one of them murmured, leaning toward me. I felt his breath on my face, gross and foul-smelling. They’d cornered us, and he put his arm next to the wall, and I threw out with my arm over Blue. He’s not innocent or weak in any way but he hasn’t been through the shit I have. So I feel like I should protect him, even if he hates it. “What do we have here?”

“Leave us alone,” Blue said, defiant as always. I could hear his voice tremble, though, and I think they did too because they laughed. Laughed.

Fury spiked through me and it only grew as another one added, “What’s two little sweethearts such as yourselves doing out here all alone, in the middle of the night? Lookin’ for some action?”

I punched the one in front of me. Straight in the face. And as he staggered backwards in shock, as the others processed, I grabbed Blue and ran. I can still feel the adrenaline pumping through me and my soul pounding in terror as we ran as fast as we could through the streets, hear the fast clicking of our shoes against the pavement. My mouth was dry as sand and I wasn’t even looking where I was going because I saw them follow us, yelling angrily. They were furious. Who knows what they’d do to us if they caught up?

We turned around the corner, and Blue was just a step before me now because he’s the fastest runner, and we ran straight into something soft on the other side. I froze, my breath catching in my throat as I forgot how to breathe, before I recognized the faces. Red. Red and his friend, Sans.

They stared at us for a moment before they heard the shouts, and I didn’t even know what to do so I grabbed Red’s wrist and pulled, yelling at him that we had to get out of here they were going to- I didn’t finish the sentence. I was afraid of what they were going to do when I couldn’t even access my magic because of the intoxication.

I’ve never seen anyone look so similar to dad as Red did in that moment. The absolute fury on his face, and he moved my hand to Sans, and Sans grabbed Blue. They only nodded at each other and then Sans pulled us into an alley nearby.

I remember screaming.

We were worried about Red, Blue and I – who wouldn’t be, apparently he was about to take on five men at once. But Sans, after introducing himself with a short “The name’s Sans,” told us to worry about our followers instead and I really didn’t give a flying fuck about them. My heart was still pounding so hard I wondered if it was trying to escape my chest as I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds.

Then, a Police siren came from the distance, and Red appeared in the entrance of the alley. “Oh fuck. Time ta leave.”

He and Sans brought us to Red’s apartment, which wasn’t too far away. They picked out some warm blankets for us and sat us down in the sofa. Red made hot chocolate for us both but I couldn’t finish it before I fell asleep. On Red’s shoulder. The next morning Blue and I woke up in Red’s bed, with the world’s biggest hangovers, and my soul was in my throat as I realized where we were, but I didn’t need to worry. He and Sans had both slept on air mattresses on the floor. That’s… surprisingly considerate, isn’t it?

They made us breakfast and ginger tea against the hangover, and Red told us what had happened last night, how he’d beaten up those creeps. He’s battle-trained, says his father made both him and his brother learn how to fight remorselessly. Which… okay yeah that’s attractive.

Now when we finally felt safe again, I listened and honestly? I can’t deny that he’s… nice. I… yeah. He’s nice. But that doesn’t at all explain why I constantly felt the urge to reach out and touch him when we were eating breakfast, or why I blushed as he complimented my dress. I’m confused and it’s annoying. The weirdest thing is that, when he patted my shoulder when Blue and I were going home, I didn’t want him to let go, and felt intensely aware of his handsomeness.

1 November

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Yeah.

I spoke with Blue about it and he says I have a crush.

Dammit.

3 November

I have so much to write.

The past two days have been a rollercoaster and I’m all giddy right now. Slim actually checked in on me to see I’m alright because I was giggling to much. So yeah I absolutely had a crush on Red. And when we went back to school this Monday it felt kind of awkward and my soul did flips when he asked if I was okay. It might’ve been a little hard to speak to him too without stumbling over my words but I’m not confirming anything.

But he hung out with us all day, and he’s so fucking charming? I’m still thinking whether I should mention his accent or not, but god. He has these super dark jokes, and they’re the funniest thing, and I also found out he lets giggly. So I hung out with him after school and we went to the Starbucks on the corner and drank coffee, and he also tipped the barista really well. And we have so much in common? He was very happy to tell me about his motorcycle and we talked about astronomy and it just… worked.

It was kind of sad when I had to go home. But then- then.

He asked me out on a date.

And I gaped and could hardly answer him for a few moments, and he looked so adorably anxious as he smiled at me, and then I just threw myself around his neck and said yes, of course.

So after school today he brought me out on his motorcycle outside of town and it was amazing. I sat behind him on it, holding around his waist, as the landscape flashed by and the motor purred so wonderfully, and he was really warm in the chill of late autumn. We stopped at a biker bar far out on the countryside, where he seemed to know quite a lot of people. It was really nice, with an old jukebox and dim lights and, apparently, rivalling biker gangs who weren’t allowed to fight in there or they’d be forbidden to come back.

Red bought us soda and pommes and burgers, and we just sat there and talked and ate, and somehow, we began holding hands. I can still feel his fingers around mine. So warm and gentle. He smiled and told me, “You’re lovely.”

And then, on the way back, he let me drive a bit. And it was brilliant. His arms around me, and I couldn’t stop grinning as the motorcycle reacted to my smallest command. It was so… Oh, he leaned his head against my helmet and his ribcage against my back, my leather jacket, and we flew past nature on the empty highway, it was magical.

Unfortunately, the day ended much too soon, and he brought us back into town. And as he dropped me off, he hesitated, and he looked so handsome in the dim light of sunset in his biker jacket, and then he dismounted the bike, and slowly leaned in toward me until I could feel his warm breath on my face, and asked, “May I?”

I nodded, breathless, and he kissed me softly, embracing my waist. I grasped his face between my hands and held him, and I felt him smile into the kiss.

I couldn’t stop smiling as I stared after him as he jumped back on his bike and left, looking back before he disappeared around the corner. Then I went back in and told dad to shut up about my love life I’m legally an adult now and he can’t tell me what to do.

Oh stars I’m so happy I can feel my entire body tingling. I can’t wait for our next date.

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