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yanderes-galore · 4 months

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Underfell AU Sans romantic concept please?

Sure! I tried to keep him as close to canon as possible while also putting in some of my HCs. He's actually really fun to write :) I hope you like my take... sorry if you don't. There's a gap in the middle due to Tumblr's formatting.

Yandere! Underfell! Sans Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Violence, Overprotective behavior, Violence, Anxiety, I wanted to make him more possessive (I might in the future but I never thought of it until now), Denial, Kidnapping, Mentioned possible mind break/Murder, Isolation, Stalking, Some jealousy mentioned near the end, Some manipulation, Forced companion/relationship.

I feel Fell! Sans has the possibility of being a terrifying yandere.

He's one of the strongest monsters in the AU and his powers tend to fluctuate due to his emotions.

He's also incredibly stressed all the time from what I've read.

Fell! Sans cares for his brother, they both care for each other actually.

They both want to portray themselves as cool to one another and others.

Fell! Sans is still lazy but also sarcastic.

I know Fell! Papyrus doesn't enjoy killing humans but does it for "sport" to help the guilt, he also does it due to being part of the Royal Guard to protect Sans from Asgore.

However I'm unsure how Sans feels about killing humans according to canon.

I'd assume he'd be indifferent but supports it as it's the law of the land and the job Papyrus is given.

Sans’ obsession was meant to be kept vague however I feel with a human it feels more natural to me?

Maybe you take the role of Frisk or simply aid them.

Either way I'm defaulting Darling to human.

Of course, naturally as the world goes, you end up having to defend yourself against Sans and Papyrus.

Primarily against Papyrus as Sans probably doesn't bother fighting.

Although… you can tell there's some strength there.

Due to what I've read, he radiates power due to his stress.

It's supposedly seen in his jacket at times.

So you have an idea that Sans could easily kill, but are thankful he just chooses not to.

Fell! Sans certainly has an obvious edge in appearance and personality.

He's very sarcastic with you but in a way you can tell he means well when you befriend him and his brother.

In fact when he forms an attachment he may even show some anxiety about you meeting the other monsters.

You are aware of how easily you could just… die, right?

Even with a flower to guide you, he hopes you can defend yourself and not just talk things out.

Although he is thankful you managed to appeal to his brother enough to spare him.

He definitely tries to act calm in general, especially around you, although there's times he slips.

I imagine Fell! Sans fidgets due to… well… the sheer amount of stress he's under.

Really, who isn't in the Underground?

With Asgore in charge there's strict rules.

Rules that could easily end you as a human.

Sans tries to tell himself to not get attached to you.

He'd be in denial about his obsession.

It's all because he's scared to lose you.

Part of him wants to protect you, yet the other part suggests just letting you go.

The ideas he has tears him apart internally, which Papyrus can definitely tell.

Sans keeps fidgeting and his powers keep fluctuating when he thinks about how he can lose you.

Fanon tends to depict Sans as overly sadistic, while I agree he has aggressive tendencies like everyone in this AU, I don't think he's over the top.

I feel Fell! Sans is more like an anxious and stressed mess more than anything.

Which for him can make him volatile as his powers can be controlled, but are emotion based.

His pent up emotions no doubt drives his obsession.

While Papyrus protects Sans from Asgore, Sans feels like he has to protect you from not only Asgore… but everyone not him or his brother.

While you continue your journey, Sans isn't far behind.

He still has similar powers to his classic counterpart, which means teleportation.

Every area you enter, he's somewhere there.

I never mentioned this in the original draft but I do feel Sans would get possessive/jealous.

It's just not mentioned much in this concept since he's more consumed by anxiety than anything.

But in a way he does feel you two belong together, one way or another.

He would definitely murder, but he has to hold himself back due to his powers.

Which, yes, I assume would mean if he's jealous or enraged enough with you talking to others... his powers may flare.

Papyrus is against this but this human clearly means a lot to Sans.

Admittedly… Papyrus would miss you if you died too.

So he understands where Sans is coming from, it mirrors the care Papyrus has for Sans.

But Sans seems more… intense?

Sans could just feel something akin to close friendship or something more.

Honestly, if a monster nearly killed you, he'd probably snap and use his powers.

Which is why he prefers to just… stick around you everywhere.

Admittedly Sans likes it when you laugh.

He tries not to show it but you mean a lot to him.

The reason he tries to hide it as it shows vulnerability.

But you seem to enjoy his Knock Knock jokes and his company….

You like it because he's more “friendly” than the others.

Honestly, that gives him a bit of pride while also striking vulnerability in him.

Sans really keeps trying to tell himself his obsession is a vulnerability.

He shouldn't be this attached to you.

Yet now he really can't just let you go.

As a result I imagine he'd prevent you from meeting Asgore.

Sure, okay, you may have befriended most of the monsters here…

But not him…

Please not him…

He'll kill you and Sans will snap.

Scared of this he gets more fidgety.

You can probably tell even though he acts collected, he has an aura that scares you.

Sans doesn't know how to explain to you he cares about you.

He just doesn't want to lose you.

So Sans may try to manipulate you into staying with him more to avoid Asgore.

Isn't staying in Snowdin better?

Well… Papyrus may want to see you again!

Y'know… it's futile to go against Asgore, right?

Just… stay with him.

If he has to, he'll use some of his power to lock you away in his home/room.

Look, you don't get it.

Asgore nearly killed Sans before… he could and will do the same to you!

It's behind closed doors that Sans’ facade breaks.

He pulls you closer and mumbles about his fears.

He plans to keep you right here… if you try to leave, he'll know.

At this point he'll kill any monster who tries to hurt you or even goes near you.

Sans curses himself for getting so attached to a human.

However, he's given in now.

He'll keep you away from all the danger.

He'll keep you to himself.

Even if it requires others, including him, to get hurt due to his powers and rage.

#yandere undertale aus #yandere underfell #yandere sans #yandere underfell sans #yandere fell sans

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rightfulcutsiepie · 1 year

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Yandere Undertale Sans

Yandere Sans loves loves loves to steal your underwear. It's so fun for him, with a heart pounding very loudly in his chest, to steal multiple pairs of your used underwear while masturbating with them in his hand and cumming many times til he's spewing out blanks.

He also loves talking with you the next day like nothing happened, cracking jokes and watching you closely, inspecting every single facial movement you make while you laugh. He loves you so much. Can't you see?? You think he isn't sleeping well? He isn't sleeping at all. During the night time, he dedicates all of his time staring at you as you sleep. Watching your chest rise and fall as you sleep the night away. He syncs your breaths so he feels closer to you.

When you move, the heat from under the blankets hit his face and his hard on gets harder. Fuck, he doesn't know what he'd do without you. You're his entire existence. He wouldn't be this happy if it wasn't for you! you, you, you, YOU, YOU! It's all about you. He loves you very much. Say it back.

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jamimix · 5 months

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Nothing to Fear

Yandere Sans!Undertale x Reader

This is so random (●v●) I'm not in the fandom anymore. But since @iloveartaaa said pls, I'mma just post it.

Also, this was made some time in 2019(?) so it's not gonna be that well-written. Didn't proof read this either so...

Warnings: Mentions of killing, Stalking

It's already midnight when you stepped out of your workplace, tired and wanting to go home. Luckily, it's only 15 minutes away from your house if you take the right shortcuts. Though, you still felt annoyed at having stay out this late.

Blame goes to your stupid coworker who kept getting you in trouble.

As you walked, you couldn't help but feel as if you're being watched, a bit of paranoia getting to you. You would've ignored it, but your gut says that this probably isn't from your usual stalker.

Ahh yes, your stalker. You knew of him too, quite close to him in fact. But you never really minded, felt safer to have at least someone watching over you to make sure you're safe. And he only ever stalked you when you're outside, so it's fine.

Though, of course, he doesn't know that you know.

Turning a corner, you suddenly hear a scream from where you were. Curious, you turned back to the corner and took a peek.

And then you quickly turned around and walked away from the... disturbing scene.

Ignoring it with the thought of just going home. You felt like you should be shocked, disgusted, or even afraid. But honestly? You're not even shaken from what you saw.

You knew from the moment that you caught each others gaze that he's not as -for the lack of a better word- stable as he seems. And the fact that he's a stalker, well... that doesn't really scream sane, does it?

Sans has always been...something.

You're not sure if he knew that you saw, ('he does' your mind supplies.) but right now, your main course of actions is to really just go home. This has been quite a bothersome day.

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Why are you not surprised that he's already at your home? The lights are off, the only way that you knew of him being here is because of his glowing eyelights. You held back an annoyed sigh as you stare back at him through the dark.

"What are you doing here, Sans?" You say, breaking the silence. Though, he chose to remain silent, just watching you. You rolled your eyes at him and looked towards where the light switch should be.

You moved towards it, but before you could, you suddenly found yourself in an almost bone-crushing embrace of the skeleton. Trying to pull away was fruitless, as he only tighten his grip, leaving you gasping a bit for air.

You sighed annoyed and then grimaced as you inhaled the stench of iron.

"....you need bath" you grumbled, face squished on his hoodie making your words come out as a mumble. He heard it anyways, the surprised chuckle says so.

"Of all things..." You hear him say, more to himself, in surprise.

Another silence then enveloped you both. Not uncomfortable, yet not comfortable either. Well, that's what you think the atmosphere felt like. You're legs are kinda getting a bit too tired, so you let yourself go limp, closing your eyes in the process.

Surprised (again), Sans adjusted his hold on you so that you wouldn't fall. A part of him worried, thinking that you suddenly just passed out. But a large part of him is quite giddy to have you in his arms.

Now holding you bridestyle, he couldn't help but grin wider with the already permanent smile on his face. He's not sure why you're not screaming and trying to get away from him, but he's not going to complain about it. This is basically saying that you're accepting him for who he is.

This is a blessing.

He couldn't help the laughter that came out at the thought. From the Underground, he and all of the other monsters, with the help of a human child, got out. The humans on the surface welcomed them with open arms, an 'apology' for the years of imprisonment.

When he and Papyrus moved here at the surface, he met you. The moment he saw you, it was like love at first sight. He was smitten.

It was then that he followed you around. Even became close friends with you just so he could have an excuse to hang out. And then now, even after getting caught killing someone, you seemed fine with it, with him.

He sure is lucky, isn't he?

But his expression darken when his thoughts went to the resets that he had gone through. No matter how many times that Frisk apologized, it can never fix what's been broken.

A sudden tap to his cheek brought him back from his thoughts. Looking down, he sees you staring at him with a questioning gaze.

"You 'kay?" He beamed at your worry, eyelights turning to heart shapes.

"S'nothin'" He says to you, holding you closer to him as he nuzzle his face to yours. You fluster at the action, but didn't do anything to stop him, merely letting him do what he wants.

Safe to say that, he'll N E V E R let you go.

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I cringe at my past self. my writing sucks.

#sans x reader #yandere sans #sans undertale

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pepperonipizzafan1 · 9 months

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sory ikeep postinghim

#undertale #sans au #drawing #sans #undertale aus #awesome #digital art #digital fanart #utmv fanart #yandere sans #yandere blueberry #yandere #underswap #underswap au #traditional art #cool

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yandere-dark-cupid · 1 year

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Deity AU: darling; Goddess of the Stars and dreams

Sfw:

🌌In this AU, there are 6 main rulers. There are exceptions of course, but more on that later.

🌌 You're not one of those rulers. But If you married one you can be a co-ruler.

🌌 In this AU in general; you're either a human, a deity, or some minor or half-divine being ( like a demigod or nymph ). But in this case, you're a goddess.

🌌 You're part of the first generation of gods.

🌌 You're a minor deity

💤 You hold a very interesting place between life and death

☁ Your domain is more like a realm than it is a domain

🌌 Doesn't work with the deity of death, but works near them occasionally.

🌌 The star nymphs are your helpers

☁ A very mysterious and somewhat unknown deity that works quietly and prefers it to be like that.

🌌 Has 4 pet Samoyeds. They act as your messengers sometimes. Pay them in pets, treats, and belly rubs, please 😁.

☁ You have horse ears and a crystal-like horn.

☁ You have grey-ish wings that blend with silver at the tips

💤 Rejects invitations to gatherings and parties

💤 Has a soft spot for the mortals. Especially children and animals.

☁ Likes going to the mortal realm under the guise of being a human ( for obvious reasons.. )

☁ Though you are a somewhat unknown minor deity, you have a small nice size cult following. And like any other deity, you get offerings from said cult following.

🌌 Offerings for you consist of lavender, tea oranges, white feathers, sugar cubes, music boxes, lyre music, harp music, rainwater and/ or its sounds, moon water, Zodiac crystals, soft things ( ex: cotton, plushies, blankets, etc. ), dog toys and treats, ice cream, cookies, and milk.

{ Side note: Midnight snacks hit differently in your " domain " ( realm )😙. }

💤 Loves plushies

💤 Adores ballet

💤 Is sometimes seen carrying a magic mirror

☁ Has a great deal of sympathy

☁ Is surprisingly petty at times

💤 Does a lot of self-care and relaxing activities in your past time. Like taking a dip in your sweet waters and/or going to the astral plane.

☁ Though as quiet and mostly harmless as you are, reminder; you're a deity. So that means you're not that harmless.

🌌 When upset or feeling a spike of pettiness can and will chuck a meteorite at someone ( like an annoying persistent God or something )

🌌 Your curse consists of an on-site meteor being catapulted at you, being turned into your greatest fear(s), and making sure that you never wake up in a dream ( or nightmare ). There are other curses, but those are your main ones.

Third deity darling I've done it now and am proud of it 🌟. Are my little star and I hope y'all enjoyed this as much as her as much as I did 💕. As very unrelated as this is, I was recapping Euphoria when writing this. But other than that; Until next time my little tainted Angels, see you soon ❤💜❤ ~

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bae04xx · 7 months

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Cam you write a yandere dream sans x reader please

im a little rusty with the undertale aus so sorry if this is out of character 😭 i tried my hardest xx

this is so shit man i’m sorryyyy

kinda yandere dream sans x reader

fluff ☁️

dream lay in between my legs, his head resting up against me as he read. some new book he had been raving about, i’d been struggling to focus, or even listen to anything for the last couple of days- it’s been getting on my nerves. after being cooped up in this.. space? i’m not really sure what it was called, you get a bit stuck in your own head. too conscious of your own thoughts, i get like that. it gets worse when dream is off doing god knows what for hours at a time- he doesn’t tell me much, never has, you just get used to be in the dark, doesn’t make it any more bearable but it makes you expect it.

“y/n? y/n?” dream calls out to me, breaking me from my mental rant.

“huh? yeah sorry,” i reply sheepishly as i hear a sigh from him, he places his book down.

“what are you thinking about?” he beams, i can feel him smiling despite not being able to see.

“nothing much, just wondering what you’re reading,” i lie, i know he can tell but he goes along with it anyway.

“you feel quite tense for just that,” he chuckles, “i’m going to have to meet blue and ink soon, we’ve got some things to figure out,” he massages my thigh as i lean back, exhaling softly before i decide what to say.

“..why don’t i come?” i speak, just above a whisper, my question makes him go slightly rigid.

“well, y/n, um. i’ll have to think about it,” he stammers, unsure of what to say. dream is one of the most positive people i know, i never usually see him looking for his words.

“it’s alright, i just thought it’d be nice to meet your friends, considering you spend so much time with them,”

“trust me i spent a lot more time with them before i met you, and they’re starting to have a few questions about that. maybe it’d be good if you met them,” he announced, jumping up and dusting himself off.

i quickly followed, letting him guide me to where we we’re going.

after a strange way of transportation, we arrived. there were 2 other skeletons like him, one with a paint brush and another with a blue bandana- they suited their names. who i presumed was blue jumped up when he saw me, cocking his head at dream, while ink stayed seated, his eyes narrowed at me.

“WHO’S THIS!?” blue demanded, attempting to rush over to me, only to be pulled back by ink. dream had spoken very little of them both beyond their names but i could guess ink was in charge by his demeanour.

“this is y/n, she’s been living with me for the past couple of months. i thought she should meet you two,” he smiled, his arm firmly around my waist.

“and you bought her to a meeting?” ink questioned, a slight bite in his voice.

“HELLO HUMAN Y/N, DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?” blue almost screamed, i didn’t really know what to say.

“it’s nice to meet you y/n,” ink said, a forced politeness to me, i could tell he didn’t mean to be rude but there was something beneath the surface. “can we speak to you alone dream?” he asked, tapping his bony fingers rhythmically against the table.

“of course you can, y/n would you mind going into the other room?” he asked, pointing to a wooden door to my left, i walked off, ignoring the goodbyes from the 3 skeletons.

there i tried to drown out their argument, i heard my name being thrown around like a game of piggy in the middle. dream drastically trying to defend not only me but myself, ink interrogating him about where i came from, who i was, if i was dangerous and how much of a risk i made them. and blue was just joining in, asking so many questions about me. i desperately tried to ignore it, wishing for some headphones, or at least to be put in a room far, far away from them.

after an hour of being on my own, dream burst into the room, a tired, forced smile on his face.

“y/n! come on, we’re going,” we sighed, trying his best to keep his normal bubbly energy up.

“what even happened?” i asked as he dragged my arm lightly.

“we’ll discuss this next time,” ink spoke calmly, clearly with ruffled feathers.

“there’s nothing more to discuss.” dream said sternly, ending the conversation- you could cut the atmosphere with a knife.

when we got home i was still very confused, as always.

“what was that all about?” i asked, while dream held me, he had told me before that my presence alone can calm him down, so i think that’s what he needed right now.

no response.

“dream?” i questioned again, waiting for an answer.

5 minutes of silence went by before he stated,

“they want to take you away from me.”

“what?” i didn’t know how to feel, or what to say, dream was trying his hardest to stay calm and remain in a happy place, yet the way he was acting was eerie.

“but i’m not going to let them do that, you’re never leaving me. i promise.”

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bigoltrashpile · 1 year

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Could I maybe request some yandere skeletons with reader (poly prefred but I'll take any, love your writting) - 🦢

Absolutely swan!! I hope you're doing okay! Tw for kidnapping and stalking, the normal yandere stuff

You seemed to attract skeletons. Which would sound like you were a serial killer, but thankfully all the skeletons were monsters, and not dead humans.

There were a few who were regulars at your job at Grillby's speakeasy, a couple who frequented the same stores as you, and one who even took the same bus home that you did. It was like you were a skele-magnet!

All of them were very handsome, you had to admit, but you were way too awkward to make a move on any of them. Although a few of them seemed to try to make a move on you.

"heya doll~" Speak of the devil. "can ya get me the usual?"

You smiled at Butch. "Of course! Anything else?"

"depends, are you on the menu?~"

Despite the fact that he had used that line dozens of times, you felt your face light up a bit. "I-I'll get you that burger." You walked away as quick as you could, trying to ignore the amused chuckle from behind you.

Though the attention was nice, you didn't want to get involved with Butch, since he was a famous mobster. You were pretty sure the other skeletons were in the mafia as well, but just because someone dresses nice doesn't mean they're a criminal! Thankfully, you only had about twenty minutes left on your shift, so you wouldn't have to deal with these conflicted feelings for much longer.

You continued to wait on the other customers, before noticing that there were a few other skeletons sitting at the bar. Sans and Slim, two other regulars, waved you over.

"hey honey," Slim grinned. The cigarette in his mouth gave off a surprisingly nice smell. "how's it goin?"

"Okay," you admitted. "I'm going home soon, so that's good. Can I get you anything?"

"ketchup," Sans requested. "do ya need someone to walk ya home?"

Although Sans was probably the dorkiest and friendliest looking monster you'd ever met, you never took him up on the offer. Though it was scary going home alone at night, it was scarier to have a barely-acquaintance knowing where you lived. "No thank you," you turned him down as politely as you could. "I'm a big kid, I can make it home myself."

Sans chuckled at the joke. "suit yourself." At the words, he tugged at his lapel, making sure you knew it was a pun.

You covered your mouth to hide your laugh as Slim groaned. "I'll get that ketchup for you."

As you went back to the bar, you didn't notice the three skeletons exchanging knowing looks. By the time you returned, they were back to their normal, flirty, punning selves.

Before you knew it, your shift was over, and you began the long journey home. Even though Grillby's was a far distance from your apartment (and technically illegal), it paid very well, and the customers were surprisingly more polite than at a less shady establishment.

You hopped on the bus, relieved to finally be off your feet after a long day. As usual, there was a skeleton sitting a few seats away from you. You didn't know his name, but he had bright blue eyelights, and almost looked like Sans. He gave you a friendly smile before turning back to his book.

The bus ride was uneventful, as usual. You yawned, exhausted. After a moment, you let your eyes drift shut, and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.

You woke suddenly to a strong hand gently shaking your shoulder. "EXCUSE ME?" You yelped and turned to whoever was shaking you. It was the skeleton. "ISN'T THIS YOUR STOP?"

You whipped around and jumped when you realized you had slept through the whole bus ride. "Shit, yes it is! Thank you so much!" You leapt out of your seat and stumbled off the bus. In your rush, you didn't notice the skeleton getting off the bus after you.

Thank goodness that skeleton was so kind, if you had to walk an extra fifteen minutes you would have been furious. You relaxed as your apartment came closer. Your feet seemed to guide themselves along your familiar route, and you let your mind drift off. Thanks to that, you didn't even notice the shadowy figures waiting in the alley ahead.

As you passed the alley, a hand shot out and grabbed you by the wrist. You tried to scream, but you didn't even get a peep out before you were silenced by a rag pressed over your mouth and nose. You could feel your attacker's claws pressing into your cheeks.

"Just Relax." A strangely familiar voice purred into your ear. "We Won't Hurt You."

Like hell you were going to relax! You flailed your arms and legs as hard as you could and held your breath in order to not breathe in the whatever-the-hell was on the rag.

Out of nowhere, a few other hands grabbed your limbs. The only thing you could move was your eyes. You were finally forced to breathe, and to your horror, your eyes became heavy. As you slowly lost consciousness, you vaguely recognized the blue eyes of the skeleton from the bus.

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The thing that woke you up was a pounding headache. You winced and rolled over further into your pillow. You breathed in the smell of fabric softener and-

Wait.

That wasn't the right smell.

This wasn't your pillow.

Immediately, the memories came flooding back. You sat up as fast as you could, despite the pain behind your eyes.

You frantically looked around the room. Yup, this definitely wasn't your room. It was way bigger than your room, was lavishly decorated, and had bars over the windows. Oh yeah, and there was a skeleton sitting in the corner.

"Relax," the skeleton said softly. He stood up, raising his hands to show he wasn't armed. "You're Safe Here. Are You Okay?"

You winced, finally recognizing the skeleton. "P-Papyrus?" He was another skeleton that you knew from work. "You're the one that kidnapped me??"

"Well, Kind Of? Not Really?" Papyrus winced, clearly not happy with the way his words were coming out. "Me And My Family Took You."

Before you could make your brain work enough to ask one of the many questions running through your mind, the door opened. "Are They Awake?" You had noticed this skeleton at your local grocery store, just as sharp looking as Butch, but with purple eyes.

Papyrus nodded, and the skeleton stepped into the room. After him, more and more came in. You shrunk further into the bed, as if the blankets would protect you from your kidnappers. To your horror, you recognized every single one of them. From Butch to Sans to the skeleton from the bus, to some you had just seen around town.

"W-what's going on?" You tried to sound demanding, but it came out as weak and trembling.

"we love you," Sans said simply. He said it so casually, it was like he had just ordered his usual bottle of ketchup at Grillby's.

Your jaw fell open. "What?"

"We Love You," the purple skeleton said. He rolled his eyes. "How Hard Is It To Understand?"

"leave 'em alone bro," the lanky skeleton frowned. "they're confused, and too sweet to assume somethin' like that!"

"WE'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU FOR QUITE SOME TIME." Another tall skeleton said. You glanced down and noticed in horror that he had sharp claws, just like the one who had drugged you. "AND WE HAVE FINALLY TAKEN ACTION."

Butch approached and sat on the side of the bed. You whimpered as he stroked your hair. "we're...dangerous, doll. we knew ya'd never be with us normally, so..." He shrugged, as if kidnapping you was an obvious solution.

"You won't get away with this," you glared. "Someone will notice I'm gone! Grillby, o-or one of my friends-"

"paid off," Slim interrupted. "or blackmailed."

"We Own The Cops," the blue eyed skeleton from the bus grinned.

"face it," Sans grinned. If it weren't for your horrifying situation, his casual smile and body language would have been relaxing. Right now, though, it was chilling. "ya ain't gettin' out of here." His eyes suddenly changed into hearts. "you're ours now. and we're never gonna let you go."

#my garbage #writing #yandere #yandere sans #yandere papyrus #undertale #undertale imagines #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #swan anon #tw kidnapping #tw drugs #poly yandere

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normal-person-i-promise · 3 months

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bad sansuary day twelve: haunted

In which Dust stalks you.

yandere!! forced intimacy, implied rape, and stalking tw!!!

prompt list here

dusttale belongs to ask-dusttale

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You'd see... Things when you sleep. Sleep paralysis demons, you've heard.

Every time you went to bed, you'd wake up in the witching hours of the night in sleep paralysis, a hazy blue glowing around your form. The... Thing looked exactly the same as the hooded figure you'd see in your mirror out of the corner of your eye, though it always disappeared when you tried to get a better look at it.

You'd gone to multiple therapists, tried everything you've found on the internet — but the tests all came back negative, all the salt and chants did nothing. So, as a result, you've learnt to live with this... Thing.

One night, that hooded figure leaned down very near your face, pressing its teeth to your forehead. It did so lightly, as though you might break.

It was real. Very real.

After this... Incident, more things started happening.

You'd hear a second set of footsteps when you walked alone at night, you'd see hearts drawn into the dust of your window, you'd find your belongings started disappearing one by one, each item more important to you than the previous.

And every night, without fail, that thing would be there.

You'd gotten paranoid — locked all your doors, locked all your windows — but you'd still see it.

One night, after you'd showered, your phone was gone. That's fine! That's alright! You could just get another one!

You leave your room after turning it upside down in search of your phone, and see that your computer was gone, too. You look around some more, and it seemed like all your means of communication have disappeared. Stolen.

You panic.

You run to the door, your hand gripping around a mangled doorknob. It was beaten beyond repair, and though you pulled with all your might, the door was locked.

Okay, then! Windows it is!

You find them boarded up from the outside, and it starts to dawn on you that there's an intruder in your house.

There's a low chuckling from behind you, and when you turn, you see the thing that has been haunting you.

"scared, darlin'?"

Its hands are shoved into its blue hoodie's pockets as you back away, up until the point your back hits the wall.

He mimics you, in some sort of way, taking a step towards you whenever you took a step away from him.

He grabs your hands, slamming them to the wall at either side of your head as he leans in close.

"I've waited too long for this..."

#sans x reader #dusttale #dust sans x reader #badsansuary #dust sans #yandere sans #yandere dust sans #yandere dust sans x reader #man i wanna work on other things but im late for bad sansuary i need to work on this #hhhhhhhhhhghhghggb...........#but yknow. i love me some good #yandere sans x reader

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envillenx · 6 months

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Hey, it’s been a while

I’ve been really busy with school and other stuff, I mean I’m still gonna post sometimes but idk.

Anyway here’s a yan sans

#yandere #yandere sans #yandere classic sans #classic sans #yandere art

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yandere-toons · 1 year

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I saw one of the anon ask if your write for underverse.

Do you think you could gives a scenario with yandere nightmar sans? Anything really. Just a small drabble is all I ask:)

WARNING: implied depression, blood, fantasy violence, grief.

WORD COUNT: 3.125

The cloud cover had swallowed the sky in a veil of fog and torrential darkness, but on nights when the crickets sang no more and the frogs kept to the water, it parted under the patchwork of stars waiting to twinkle at the unconscious countryside.

The moon's eye skirted the ribbons of a tattered curtain and fluttered across the wooden frame set atop a bedside table, which bore the crumpled photograph of a family. Those rising curves of joy on their lips, the same assault of happiness his brother oozed like the sun bled heat, drew a low hiss from deep within Nightmare.

The thrashes of a tentacle or two whipping the air overhead punctuated the rumbling crackle rolling between his gritted teeth. Every second he brooded, the shadows of lamps, bedposts, and a chest of drawers thickened and stretched farther. The room grew dank and instinct with pressure until breathing was akin to having a pair of hands wrap around your neck and squeeze.

That facial atrocity had a name; smiles, he recalled, but even the word repulsed him like the acrid stink of vomit. It conjured up visions of two siblings reclining under the shade of a tree swaying with bountiful leaves, of promises made and then broken, of a schism between brother and brother, light and dark.

You played among the joyful souls in the photograph and shared in their touches and sandwiches, looking a far different person than the heap of sweat and nerves turning over in your bed. Nightmare allowed his gaze to linger for a bemused instant before the pull of that bitter edge lurking in his every thought called him back to the happy little fools and their sepia stares.

The willingness with which they shoved at him a sick buoyancy defied his power and mocked his work. The urge to tear that lightsomeness away from them and plunge them into misery began to burn within him, spurring his tentacles to writhe until one whacked the picture frame off the table.

It flew into a spinning collision course with the wall and caromed off it to crack the peace of a fitful sleep. The battered frame thudded against the hardwood floor, lying face down in a pool of glass shards.

You jumped into a scrambled consciousness at the clamour like a cannonade, and your eyes, encrusted with an awkward mix of bleary and vigilant, swept the room in anticipation of some calamity. Motionless and impregnable darkness, perfect camouflage for any terrors, met your search rather than the feared intruder charging through the door or the tremors of an earthquake.

Howling winds raged past your walls and produced a sustained groan approaching something human, a cruel and grotesque imitation of a lost soul calling out. Each gust tapped the windows like the fingers of someone asking to be invited in from the cold.

This shallow comfort allowed you a moment to peel back the sheets, wherein you noticed and floundered with how tangled about you they had become. With a streak of adrenaline pounding as drums in your head, you fumbled out of bed and made a beeline for the light switch protruding from the adjacent wall.

As your next step pressed down upon a sleek and scattered surface, a crunch popped the silence as a needle would a balloon. Sharp pain sliced the sole of your foot, and in the excruciating jolt up your leg, the skin seemed to catch fire.

You clamped your teeth on your lower lip and sucked in a puff of air, withholding the yelp that had leapt to the roof of your mouth. Opening your eyes from a tight squint, you peered down into the shadows and reached out to something by your foot.

The rigid ends and cool, smooth sides of a wooden rectangle slid against your fingertips. The silvery gleaming of crimson droplets on the clear sheen of fragmented glass was reflected in the coarse surface of a wrinkled photograph, its image spotty and worn away around the edges.

Those who helped form some of your happiest memories looked back at you, and this reminder took the pang from your foot and redirected it to an ache in your heart. A wave of dizzying exhaustion and the urge to slump into bed again washed over you, no matter how much you had slept the previous days away.

Time had faded many of their features into obscurity, but the twist of that old contentment they left with you was a wound forever open. You rubbed your thumb across the bumpy, sandpapery face of someone no longer around, and just for a moment, the distant peal of their laughter echoed from a room you had not touched in months.

How sweet to drink from the bottle of grief until you found it had no bottom. The tower of dirty dishes by the kitchen sink rose higher, and each time you chose a third nap over chores, Nightmare got stronger. He fed on your lethargy and silent aches like a flea on a dog's back, every bite taking a little more out of you.

Sleep, once a beloved respite from the agony of an empty house, now plagued you with hair-raising visions of inhuman faces hovering outside your windows, looking in while you had no voice to deter the eyes moving over your body. As you fought against your sheets as if they were a beast at your throat, something insidious whispered for you to fall into that comfortable trap and let the idea of escaping it, the burden of hope, slip away.

In the centre of the bedroom, a sphere of brilliant starlight glimmered in the image of the heavens. Its rays upon you were like the sun on your skin after a bleak and drizzly winter. This beacon promised a better future as it dimmed into the shape of a golden-eyed face, which chased away the darkling tendrils coiling around your bed.

The nips of biting air, once thick enough to drown in, lifted, and you grew weightless, seeming to float between silk sheets instead of your mangy bundle of loose threads, a mattress of clouds rather than your glorified boulder, and a velvet pillow instead of your flat-as-a-board, handmade one.

Dream walked among the dark and the cold and filled it with your fondest smell from childhood. He had no flesh or muscle, a being of pure bone cloaked in the greens of seafoam, the pinks of twilight, and the yellows of gold.

An eternal warmth flowed from him, calming the shakiest voice and stilling the throbs of your pulse to a steady and relaxed rhythm. He glided to your bedside in golden boots and cast one sympathetic look at the draggled sheets before pulling them back to their rightful place, careful not to disturb you as he did so.

Dream hummed a soft melody with the earnest compassion of a parent soothing their child. It was quiet to keep you asleep but distinct enough to spread the snug blanket of security over your thoughts.

The taut lines of veins bulging along your neck and forehead, the ball of pain swelling in your jaw, and the shaky curls of your fingers bunching handfuls of the sheets all started to wane. When you were sinking into your first minute of genuine rest in ages, the mood in the room dove faster than a flightless bird over the side of a cliff.

It was a plunge so steep and abyssal that you cried out at some ghastly vision while Dream staggered as if one wrong footfall away from falling. He recovered in a moment of resigned understanding of what lay behind him, but many more seconds passed before he found the strength to turn and confront the corrupted shell of his brother.

Dream saw the thrill of malice rush onto Nightmare's face as your sounds of distress rang and tilted his head down, hardening his frown. In the privacy of the gloom, Nightmare glowered at Dream with an eye that blazed against the black sludge streaming o'er him.

“Well, always here to spoil my fun, aren't you, brother?” Temptation and menace intertwined in his voice, honeyed and gravelly at once. It snaked through the crisp air and commanded awe with the booming richness of a king, and it burrowed into the back of the mind as whispers beguiling lost souls into letting loose all vices.

The visceral rage with which he spat the word “brother” so contorted his face that all sleeping mortals who looked upon it would have awoken screaming. Around his pupil expanded a vast sea of black, aglow with a fervour that dulled when Dream marched to the end of the bed and stood between him and you.

Nightmare collapsed his exaggerated snarl into a more subdued look of amusement, as though the idea that Dream could block his path was the peak of wishful thinking.

Dream, his eyes never wavering lest a moment's hesitation allowed Nightmare to slink near, swung his hand to the side and swished his lustrous cape. The threat of a golden bow sparked in his open palm, a sight that twisted the corners of Nightmare's mouth like a gulp of sour milk.

“You poisoned their grief, Nightmare. They need to heal.” Dream uttered this sentiment with unflinching certainty and gave to it a sublime voice meant to lighten the spirit of all who heard it; however, to the blackened soul residing in Nightmare, it only starved him.

He fixed a spiteful grin on Dream and widened his eye until it resembled a pit. “They don't want to heal. They're tired.” The venomous spiel rolled from him as it would a demonic salesman, and had you been awake to listen, you would have believed him. “They want to be told it's okay to give up.”

Dream glanced over his shoulder at your tussle with imaginary tormentors, his narrowed eyes pierced with a gleam of pity. He could have implored his brother to make an exception, but asking Nightmare to leave a cry for help untroubled was like the gazelle begging the lion for mercy.

Instead, he was readying another point of argument when an instinctive sweep of his arm deflected the sharp tip of a slender tentacle hurtling towards his skull.

Nightmare retracted the tentacle through a strip of moonlight, allowing it to glisten and weave before disappearing. The faraway ticktock of a clock stressed the passing of each second, baiting an attack from either brother and counting down to the moment when noise so bloodcurdling would rip the air asunder and forever banish peace from the area.

All at once, you sprung to an upright position and wailed as if you might never have the chance again. Your eyes, open wide but seeing nothing, held a glassiness that contrasted with your mindless thrashing at a hidden assailant. You began to hyperventilate between shouts for someone to get out of your house, and the guardian in Dream took hold as he hurried over to stop you from tumbling out of bed.

Before he could land one final step to reach you, a tentacle swooped down and knocked him into the chest of drawers across the room. It clattered and overturned a lamp atop it, which smacked the wood and threatened to roll off the edge. Dream cracked open one eye before the other and unhooked himself from the metallic handles.

Under the wan cover of night, Nightmare appeared to slide over the floorboards like some amorphous blob of black and blue. He eclipsed the moon on your weeping face, his tentacles bobbing on invisible waters and casting writhing shadows upon the wall behind you.

His head snapped towards Dream's weakened but defiant stance, and as flecks of silver silhouetted much of his body, his teeth were distorted into fangs that shone through the ooze cascading down him. A twinge of fear skittered the length of Dream's spine; the creature before him was his brother in name only, having become drunk on your anguish and consumed by a sort of eldritch savagery.

With each shriek rocketing out of you, Nightmare dispersed further into the darkness and outpoured his evil into every crevice. He propelled himself onto a tentacled throne and towered above Dream, who sensed the cold and aching drain of his presence in all directions and scoured for even a fleeting whiff of positive emotion.

The air stood still when Dream glimpsed the needle-like tentacles poised around him in the dark. They awaited a silent order to volley forward and gore him, an order made imminent by the resonant chime of the clock striking a new hour. Against his collarbone sat the round clasp of his cape, which he clutched with one hand overlaying the other.

Dream shut his eyes, tucked his chin into the back of his hand, and visualised a portal to the nearest spark of happiness. A blinding surge of starlight enveloped him, then vanished moments before a tentacle speared the chest of drawers in a shot that would have run through his rib cage.

Nightmare deflated a bit, disappointment gnawing at him that he did not get to see his brother's golden blood splatter the hardwood floor. He yanked his tentacle free of the unlucky drawer, paying no mind to the sizeable hole it had created, and resumed basking in your sorrow like a lizard in the sun.

* * *

A hulking weight sat on your chest, and with every swell of breath you forced down, it sucked half of it back out of your lungs. You might as well have been a pair of eyes without a body, with the absolute numbness coursing through your limbs begging the question of whether they were still attached.

The darkness crept a little closer, bottomless and braver with each sweep of your eye. Waves of black and splotches of silver melded into a gaunt face dripping wet. Malevolence seeped from the monstrous entity pouring out of the unknown depths of that corner, the kind that threw babies into crying fits and ripped frantic barks from every dog in a neighbourhood.

The snowy radiance of a moon free to dominate the sky glinted across teeth whiter than any dentist could hope. They filled out a lipless mouth as the entity, a living nightmare, engulfed the floor and ceiling in an ever-growing current of blackness. His jaw unhinged far beyond the limits of nature to yield a gaping hole lined with vertical strips of muck, each as dark and slippery as a jagged rock hanging in a damp cavern.

A dozen tentacles snaked out his back and pulsated outward, their slender lengths draped in inky slime. He loomed over your paralyzed state and dredged up all memories of fear and pain until your heart thundered with the desire to burst out of you. The sheets tucked in tighter to the point of constriction, and tears brimmed for the silent scream wrenching around your mind.

The place where his right eye should have been was overflowing with tar, and his left eye glowed like the beam of a lighthouse. Turquoise with a tinge of midnight blue watched your struggle and revelled in it with the passion of a vindictive god.

To peer into his eye was to lose yourself down a tunnel that winded through every facet of despair, hatred and horror, to behold a creature who embodied it all and realise you could do nothing but wait. Such a gaze crushed you, and it never even had to touch you.

Periodic buzzes, beginning as a foghorn but then rising to a metallic trill, came and went every few seconds. They invaded the room with an unquenchable urgency that your brain raced to identify, shrilling louder and louder until your body jolted forward in an abrupt return of control.

You inhaled as if having swum from the deep of a lake, but instead of bouncing your forehead off the warped skull, you passed through nothing but clear space. The instant before your eyes began darting, the flicker of a figure dissolved into a patch of darkness in your peripheral vision.

The first rays of dawn shimmered across the hardwood floor and dappled the shadows with all the colours of fire. A clash of pinkish and gilt swirls subsumed much of the dark, delivering you from the trenches of a receding night to the peach-tinted embrace of a day starting anew.

The jarring call of a telephone poked your ears and vibrated on a round table in the corridor.

Following you to the bedroom doorway was the impulse to ignore that plea for your attention and continue languishing beneath the same old sheets. The ease with which you could lay back down and slip away from everything tapped you on the shoulder and beckoned you to sleep.

Dust bunnies wafted after your feet, which you heaved and then slammed down again a mite closer to the ringing as if wading through the reeds of a billabong. A slew of thoughts on the taxing demands of holding a conversation, on the dreadful risk of exposing how badly you were drowning, tugged at you like an impatient child.

When you picked up the cooling metal of that telephone, the voice of a dear friend hit you as a refreshing breeze on a hot day. They talked to you and listened even if you let out a sombre remark or stumbled over familiar words, a nearly forgotten sound, like a song unheard for years. Eventually, they said, “How about lunch at your favourite place today? My treat.”

You hugged the cord with each finger of one hand, and with the other hand, you pressed the cradle to your abdomen. A dab of moisture started to blur your vision, enabling you to take a breath without the air of heartsickness that had milled around the home for so long.

Watching you lean into the handset, into that faint voice daring to help, and allow yourself the ghost of a smile was like acid on Nightmare's eye. The frenzy of hunger stabbed him as the intoxicating taste of misery, a minute ago so bountiful, was evaporating.

What rapture it would be, twining one of his tentacles around that interloper's neck and squeezing until they never spoke another word. The vision of their bulgy eyes reddening as they clawed at the tentacle in vain, forced to look him squarely in the face and give every detail of their agony, to entreat his mercy only to be denied, flashed to him.

It kept him in the shadows and replayed before his mind's eye, each time seeming nearer to reality, to soothe the roaring emptiness in his stomach.

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yanderes-galore · 4 months

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may i request a concept for yandere Sans (classic, not from any AUs) with an affectionate reader?

Sure, didn't have a proper banner for him so I tried doing that aesthetic thing some of the yandere blogs I follow do for this. This is temporary, idk, I just thought it was pretty.

Yandere! Sans with Affectionate! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Jealousy, Manipulation mentioned, Affectionate behavior, Slight stalking, Tame yandere, Dubious relationship.

Honestly, this has some cute directions it can take.

Sans doesn't mind if you're affectionate.

In fact he probably admits he likes it a bit.

It's a comforting feeling to know someone cares for him that much.

When it comes to being affectionate, I imagine it comes off as hugs most of the time.

You often greet him with a hug which he ends up surprised by at first but settles into it later on.

In fact you do it so often he begins to expect it when you greet.

You're probably the person who shows him the most affection when greeting, except maybe his brother.

You two greeting is probably one of the things he ends up looking forward to.

However, being affectionate could probably go further than that.

Sometimes you hug him from behind but he always seems to know you're there.

If you two are really that close, a kiss to the side of his skull.

Sans probably would be stunned after that.

Sans is a very chill yandere, as in he's very subtle.

Don't want to put too much effort into it, yeah?

Not unless he has to.

You being affectionate may just make him adore you more.

If you just do it to him then he knows he's special.

He already knows he's close to your heart and feels good about it.

Now he doesn't have to be jealous.

But if you're affectionate to others?

He'll admit it… he does get a bit worried/jealous.

He tries to reassure himself it's just how you act with others.

Especially if you do it with Papyrus.

No need to be upset… you're all just friends.

In fact he should find it cute that you get along.

He just can't help but wish it was just a you and him thing.

Even when jealous he's subtle in his obsession.

Maybe he tries to soothe himself by hinting you should be more affectionate with him.

Maybe he'll try to show it to you so you understand his hint.

Sans is capable of teleportation, too.

He'll just go where you go to “keep an eye on you”.

Sans probably doesn't mind PDA from you as he feels it shows you two are “together”.

If you being affectionate isn't just a you and Sans thing then he'll probably manipulate you into it.

He isn't very “loud” with his obsession and intends to keep it out of your sight.

However, him showing affection to you certainly shows his feelings.

His feelings could be platonic or romantic, either way he'll be affectionate with you to show that.

Really… Why should you be so affectionate to anyone but him?

You mean a ton to him.

So why don't you just look at him… and him only?

He'd give you all the affection you could ever want.

However, he will also attempt to cope with the fact you're affectionate to others.

He wants you to be happy…

But he's still your favorite… isn't he?

#yandere undertale #yandere sans #yandere sans the skeleton #short yandere hc

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rightfulcutsiepie · 4 months

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can you guys forgive me for neglecting you severely

here's more food, person in my metaphorical basement.

He always thought you knew him better than this. But when he saw your face crumble from one of determination into complete despair, he didn't really know how to feel. You surely had splinters and scrapes all on the bottom of your bare feet. Such soft and warm skin ruined for something as stupid as a failed escape attempt. It's hard to escape a house in the middle of the woods with the tightest twists and turns everywhere you look for the next 30 miles.

He wasn't playing when he said no one would find you. You were heaving, scrambling to leave once more, and he just watched you fail to escape, a pitied look on his face. He appeared magically in front of you again and you screamed in anger.

"Just let me go!! Please- I just- I can't be here anymore. No more...no more."

Your shouts turn into ugly slobs and slurring as you clench his pants, head hanging as you cry.

G Sans stares down at you as you break down. He didn't know much about humans. Always ignored them, kept his distance. The surface wasn't much of a home. At least, the humans didn't treat him like he was a part of what is supposed to be his home. But when he caught eye of you, he wanted to make it work. He wanted to talk to you. He wanted to be near you. So he took you. It didn't seem like anyone would come find you, anyways. They'd ignore your existence like they did his.

But he didn't know a thing about comfort. Feeding you, bathing you every day, doing your hair. You were a high maintenance species and he's learning that the hard way. But for you, he would deal with it just to find the way to treat you the way you needed to be treated. Even if it means finding you outside trying to leave him again. He loves you.

Today, he learned that not only do you need your hair tamed every day, fed 3 times a day, bathed at least once a day, have your teeth brushed twice a day, and go through whatever tasks you want to in order to busy yourself. But you also need social interactions to remain sane. Or at least that's what you say. But he knows that you're kind of saying that to find a way to be released back with the rest of society. But you've already been kidnapped and he doesn't need you spilling crucial information for how you met him in the first place. So, for the first time, he told you no.

"You're a fuckin' handful, sweetheart." G's voice was deep and gravely. It made you sick to your stomach every time he spoke. Haunts your dreams and fucks up your morning when he wakes you for breakfast. He pulls his pack of cigarettes out and picks out his second stick of the day, lighting it. It was pitch black in the woods, so the lighter accentuated his facial features when he flicked it to life. Smoke rose from the end of the stick and he put away the lighter, inhaling what couldn't hurt him before exhaling.

He teleports the both of you to his large bathroom and starts the faucet, hot water shooting out into the tub. "What soap do you want today? Mint? Lavender?" He digs through the cabinet under the sink and pulls out a few for you to choose from. When he turns, you're there on the ground, staring out into space, ignoring him. You looked shitty.

"Lavender it is." He pours the soap into the water, the light scent wafting throughout the bathroom. When he puts it away, he grabs a towel for you and walks over to you. It was only then, that you smack away his hands when he reaches down to help you stand. "Don't FUCKING touch me." G sighs and kneels down to talk to you. "Honey, I'm just trying to help. You look like shit and I know your feet hurt, so just let me take care of you, okay?"

He ignores the tears welling up in your eyes and brings you to your feet. He softly tells you to get undressed and you do. When you step into the tub, G has already turned the faucet off and your muscles relax at the heat surrounding you. G gets rid of the cigarette before starting to wash you.

He gently gets rid of the dirt and grime on your body for the next thirty minutes. It's until he dresses you and brings you to bed that you realize that you can never escape him. The house he owns his humongous, hard to navigate without him, you can't cook anything with the ingredients he has, but he somehow can. And you certainly can't escape. It's over for you and don't even wait until he leaves the room to start crying.

G wipes the falling tear, his cold boney hand making contact with your soft skin again. He can never get over the beautiful feeling. "What's wrong?" You stare up into his yellow eyes that reside in his dark sockets for the first time today. You sniffle, lip wobbling as you clutch your blankets. "What's with all this crying?" You and him both know the answer to that.

"Please let me go home." Your voice sounds dejected. Soft and waning. G coos at you. "You know I can't do that, baby. I'm sorry. I'm trying my best to take care of you here. This is your home."

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fallinggestar · 11 months

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Still one of my au's

Today, I found out that I actually canceled the attention of someone I like!

I didn't pay any attention myself!!

I am a fool……

Ps：I use machine translation, so sometimes it's strange. Sorry

#undertale au #frans #frisk #sansxfrisk #yandere sans #sans x frisk #Frisk #sans

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 1 year

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Observations of Obsession

"Loving you wasn't enough, your supposed to love me back!"

♡《Sans/Au/Sanses Au [Yandere?] x Yandere Reader》♡

Au idea where the reader, or (Y/N), [PLAYERoR], loved Classic Sans. A unaware, nobody, in a true pacifist timeline. Meeting the pun-loving skeleton and created a whirlwind romance together.

But... RESET comes in play. The FIRST RESET.

Soon, it became, five, then eleven, twenty, O̷̧̡̢̢̨̢̢̨̼̹͕̙̬̫̯͉̳̠̳̮̤̹̻̥̝̪̠̰̰̦̫̠̳̺̜̱̞͉̣̜̮̰̹̘̾̍͆̆̑̃͌̅͜͝͠N̵̨̟̱̦̼͔͕̭̞̭̭̥͙̼̟̝̣͕̰͚̗̳̳̘̙̟͇͉̲͐̄͋́̇͌ͅͅE̸̢͇͕̗͗͒́̋̃̀͋̓̃̈͗̉̏̄̀̀͊̽͒͋̈́̈̊̈́̋̍̎͒̿̿̀̋̑̕͘̚̕͝͠ ̶̧̛̋̎̾̏̈́̅̀̐̋̿̾͋̊̀̉̅͒̃̅̅͂̽͊̊̉̆̓̄̇͗̉͐̎̓̽͐͒̿̉̎̇̾̂̈́̂͘̕͠͝H̶̛̘͖̺̠͇̲̏͊̌̏͐̃̂͗́͋̈́̂͛̆̽̍̄̏͒͐͗̐͘͝ͅÙ̸̧̨̫͔͔̝̘͉̫͙̗̥̙̞̗̭̣̖̫̲̼̤̙̠̭̙͔̣͎̣͇̘̰͍̞̖̺̣̽̃̊̊̀̑̽̾̄͐̾͆̋̀̀̀͑͊͑̑́̍́̾̿̈́̕̚̚͝͠͝ͅN̴̢͎̦̱̦̦͚͕̂̐͆̑͌́͘ͅD̷̨̨̡͔͖̯͚̮͔̝͚̳͎̭̞͖̥͓͚͔͕̹̣̳͍̱̥̜̙̤̠͇̼̘͕̱̖̳̺̤̫̗͙̤̗̫̈́̿̿̋̿̔͌̓͋̋̈́̃͋̈́̈́̈̄̉̀̇͌̈́̑́͒̉͗̇͂͊̃̿̐̇̽̽̍͒̇̀́͂͘͘͠͝͝ͅṚ̷̡̨̛͓̫͍̳̪̯̦̫̖̻̟̗̝̦̟̱̗̜̰̜̇̀̾̒͌̎̓̿̏̅̏͛̈̉̈́̀͐̆̑̃́̍̑̉̚͜͝ͅḚ̴̡̧̢̡̞̤͓̫̬̝͍̥̭͍̲̪͕͔̥̤̱̟̌̿̋͆̎͛D̵̢̢̧̢̡̡̡̗̮̗͍͉̘͕̲͚͈̺̟̝̠̠̟̺̰̟̤͈̳̫̻̬̱̻̭̭̗̼̦̗́̈̋̿̇͌͂̓̂̉̈́̆̂͒̈́͂̈́͛̓̍̽̆̈́͐͌̆́̔͐̏̎̓͒̕͘̚̕͜͝͠͠͝

Each RESET it becomes harder to meet, to enjoy one another's company, love each other.

But.. You don't give up. You don't want to give up. Ṡ̶̨̢̘̫̥͚̻̦̲̝̹͚̻̺̀̽̆͘̚͝a̴̛̜̫̱̝̼͔̘̠͈̪͖̘̗̖͗̾̔̾̃̓͋̀̓̒̓̋̋͝n̴͔̪̓̓͊̇̉̀̾̇͝ş̷̦͇͖̭̊͝ ̸̨̣͓̤̙̹̱̤̜̬̮͎̼̼̻́͌̋͛̈́̋́̈̆̊̌̕͝d̸̨̺̼̹͉̤̱͉͗̈́̋͌̏̽͛̅́̋͐͠͝i̶̡̢͇̠̼͕̮͗̇͆̓̊̐̈́͠d̴̢̠̞̉̂͑̉̃́ ̷̛̯̲̖͔̳̟̞͈̟̥̼̝̣̈́͊̀̀̈́̎̈̆͝t̶̖̭̼̜͙̋͌̀̃̽̈́̊͆́̊̅̉̒̕h̶̨̨͍̼͈̗͂͂̒̕͝o̴͓͐̂͊̀͊̄͌̍̕͘͘͠͝ư̶̧̢̲̗̭̺̽͒͌̈͗̚͝g̸̡̢̹̰͉͔̺̺͖̻̱̓̐̾͂̈͆̄h̸̢̨̤͖̜͓͔͍̰͈͛̀.̸͔̝̻͛͌̆̌̉̓̄

You put on a smile each time, happy to fall in love again.

It wasn't enough.

Filed with HEARTBREAK, you pray, beg, for the timeline to RESET. Wanting things to go back to "normal". To have the swest skele that shared you pain of Remembrance, in a world that would play on loop until it's unenviable END.

It's difficult. You could feel your sanity slipping away each time you see Sans and his everlasting grin.

To the point where you think it's mocking you each time he finds someone that interests him that isn't YOU.

This time. It's different. Please be different.

"That.. Can't be him? Is it?"

Watching closely, a skeleton, unlike the one you ADORED, sat happily on a park bench. Sketching out a picture on a small canvas. He hums a tune unfamiliar to you, completely absorbed in his art.

Occasionally looking up for reference for what caught his eye. Even muttering to a giant paint

Clutching your chest, you could feel your insides becoming cold.

'That. Is...'

N̷̨̨͙̰̜̜̥̣̖̠̭̦͕̬̙̹̹̝̿̈̾͊ơ̴̢̡̧̛̩̟̳̫͖̬͔̭͖̳̦̦̞̳͉̬͈̘͇͉̻̟̪̈̊͆͌́͒̑̈́̔̏̄̓̊̌̏͛͋̀̽̌́̓̂͛̉̑̋̃̒̎̚͘̕̚̚͠ͅͅt̴͓͔̤̰͇̙̒̓̈̊̂͋̍͗́̀̈̀̔̀͂́͘͘͘̕͝͝h̴̡̡̨̡̨̢̡͇͖͔͍̞̙͍͕̹̮̜̝͓̝̯̲̮̝̜̯͓̙̜̘̫̱͔͇̬̹̙̰̟̫̅̌̿͗͛̊̊́̿̀̂̄̆̌́̈́̉̚̚͜͜͝ͅi̶̢͍̗̲̞͂̀̃͑̎̈́̾̉̑̅̀̑̌m̴̢̨̡̦̠͚̥̺͈̩̮̟̬͕̫̤̜̃́̐̎n̵̛̛̬̩̰͓̬͓̎̐̓̈́͑̐̎̈́̀͌̈̃̓̀̿͋ơ̴̲̗͍͈̬͈͈̙̖̰̏̄̌̽͊͗͋̓̅̇̏̈́̐̍̾̇̿̒̄͛̂̓͐́̚͘͠t̴̨̨̛̻̻̝̮̃̊̀̄̔̎̃̀̈̓̿͋͌͐͌͂̄̅̂̈́͂̈́́̚͘͝h̸̢̛͙̘̰̤͓̬̦͎͕̖̫̥͉̰͈̲͇̮̓̑̐͌̈́̂̿̊̏̒̋̃͌̾̍̑̓́͋̒͐̄̓̔͘̕͘̚͝͠Y̶̧̧̡̧̡̭͔̥͕͖̜̺͙̪̞̰̱̙̰̞̗͎͚̭͍͙͉̗̗͈͚͍̩͚̱̜͖̞̝̳͓̙̩͕̌̋͋̍̾̒̾͋͌̉̄̄͛̊͊͂͊̈́̀͂̐̓̔͌̂̊́̏̑̎̿̈́̏̊̇̔̓̍̔̈́͌̈́̈́͌̾̊̚͜͝ͅỚ̸̢̡̛̱̮̬͚̭̘̖̠̤̟̳͚̲̖̯͇̜͔̮͎̲̬͈͔̂̐͂̏̃̈́̿̊̅̃̽͊̍̂̎̌͗͑̋̊̃̽̂̑̅̓͂͂̓͑͊̈̆̈̍͝ͅY̴̨̡̨̧̧̛͙̬͈̟̱͎̫̰̳̜̦̠̪͕͍͖̹̬̹̬̫̻̞͓̫͈̹̣̺͓̜̼̩͖͊͋́̑̈́̋͂͑̈́̍̆̆́̿̃͑̇͗̋̿͌̃͒͗̈̋͐̓̌͌̚͜͝ͅR̷̡̨̢̢̧̢̛̬̥̫̖̠̯͈̖̣͕̮̹̝̩̝̟̼̱͎̬̼̲̥̟͇̲̲̲͈̞̻̲̻͌̉̈́̇̆͗̀͗̒̓̾͂̽̍̽̇̐̋̾͘̚͝ͅN̸̬̓̿̀̉̎͂͒̆̽̉͐̄Ơ̷̛̮̗̯̗̗̬̰̱̍̓̏̈́́̆̔͆̍̍̌̾̄̉̿̈́́͘̕͘͘̕͝͝T̸̨̀̆̎̏̈͋̈́͐̈́̅͐͂͐̈́̈́͊̈́̌̋̈́͝͝͝͝H̵̢̡̧̧̨̢̨̧̤̺̘̟̫̳͈̦̖͎̼̖̻̯̩͖̲̗̙̯̜̮̯͕̙̣̝͈̮̩̙̺̥̝̠̬̼̼͓̙̼̖͂̈̔̐̀͗̀̒͒̅̒̓̇͑̓̽͂̀̿̄̊͋͠͝͝͝͝͠Į̷̧̧̡̧̱̲͍͕̰̘̤͎͓̳̜̪̗̰͇̲̰̬̰͖̯̠͕̫̰͈̥̞̮̣̲̠̝̳̭͛̌̈́̀͛́̆̈́̅̽́͗̉̽̑͒̎͆̀̉̑̅̅̀͒́͛̆̉̀̏̇̿͌̓̓̽̑̈́̑̈̌͑́͜͜͝͝͝M̶̧̲͇̼̱̗̞͉̺̦͙̬͓̲̆̑͊̇̽̊̎͂̉̏̈́͘̕

'Odd.'

I̶̧̨̨̢̛̟̯̱̬͉̭͖͙̻͔̝̯̘̬͈͕̙̭͕̬̩̞͖̖̻͙͓̬̱̰̩̳͚̮̻͚̽͒͆͐̉͆͌̃͐̅̊͜͜͜͜͝ͅͅͅT̶̡̢̢̻̬͈͈̹̜̳̝̫̪͉͔̩̲̙̱̞̤̭̬͎̣̭̱̗̻͚̙̰̤̤̘̈́̏̈͋̇̏̈́̋́̈̀͒͊͑̏̓͊̐̽͛͊̂̾̓͜͜͜ͅͅŜ̵̛̫̞͍̍̄͋̅̓̆͆̅̿̏̍͐̍́͆̿̓̂̅̑̏̈́͌̑͒̒̄̇͛̑̀̉̀̊̔̚̕̚͜͜͝͝͝Y̵̡̧̯̺͚̟̹̮̟͖̗̫̗͙̟͎̹͔͇̗̭̮̰͍̅͠��̧͎̲̰̹̠̖͉̪̗̗̠̞̟̱͚̯̗͇̫Ơ̴̡̡̡̬͍̦̺̦̼̤̯̝̙͉͈̤͕͕̩̞͉̜̰̗̝̞͓͖͈̟̞͓̦̱̖͚͈̤̜̼̗͚̥̂̑̐̀͂̋̀͗̾̓̐̎̈̋̈̑͗̆̿͗̃̋̽̌͛̑͒̒͌͋̕͜͜͜͜͠ͅƯ̶̰̯̯̫̫̙͚̪̯̭͉̜̟͈̼̦͍̣͔̒̈́̓͂̒̽̅̊͑̌̇̆͗͊̏͌͐̀̈̈̋͛͂̇̿̆̾̊̄̃̇̋̄́̃̏̓͋̅́̚̕͘͝͝I̷̢̘̳̲͚͎̣͈̠̬͇̦̖̼̬̭̺͔͖̻̤̦̤̱̱̘̥̋̇̆̏͒͒͒̈̀̑͑͒́̀̈́̀́̓͗̏̕͠͝T̵̢̤̦͉̯͚̗̱̭̫̝̘͈͑̐̒̓̀̈́͊́̈́̂̾̔̽̓̒̽̊̚̚̚͜͜͠ͅŠ̵̢̧̛͕̪̝̤̜̣̩̠̩̗̭̘̲̯̠͚̗͖̹͖̠̜̯̳͚̳͕͓͔̟͕̬̫̯̮͕͍͍̤͓̞̻̻̰͗̾̾̈́͜R̴̡̧̢̪̬̟͚̜̣̹̼̮͔̟̪̭̗̰͙̦̟̮̙͍̲͓̦͎͇̜̳̣͙͉̭̥͎̪̝͓̒̏̌̆̽̌͊̎̾̾̀̈̾̅́̋̒̉͑̌̿͊̔̾̕̚͘̚͘͜͜͝ͅE̴̡̨̢̧̢̨̡̛̛̛͕̝͔̪̝͚̗͍͈̦͚̥͓͕̰̥̺̪͕̱͚̯̦͖̩̣̭͍̥͇͓̥̹͚̬̫̳̤͊̾̆̓̽̑͊́͂̽̽̇̍̔̃̇̅͛͛̋̽̈́͘̚͜͝ͅͅA̵̟̮̪̰͍̘̤̬̜̩̗̠͑̐̔͊̈̉́̈́̀́̆̐̈̄͆̓̑͑͜͠Ļ̵̢̢̛̛͉͍̫͉̬̮͎͇̠͙̤̣͕̮̻̈́̀̇͛̈́̊̀͒̉̋̍͆̑͆̓͗͌́̅͐̃̄̏̎̍̕̚͘͜͝ͅL̶̫̩̲̙̳̗̞͓͓̮̹̾Y̵̡͉̪̳̐Y̶̨̢̢̧̛͓̬̬̘̭̦̻͕͎̭̠̻̱͚̯̹͖͈̾̀̉͗̔̀̓̽͛͛̂̂́̀̑͐͊̉͂̑͌̀̀̂̒̎͒̋̈͛̀̈́̚͘͘̕̚͜͠Ơ̵̡̢̹͕̘͉̟̯͉̞̭͉͇̦͍̥̱̗̹̩̱͚̜͉̻̮̯̭̗̱̱̫͉̊̃̀͆̑͆͒̀̊̔͗͊̌̒̇̆̅͝Ư̷̡̢̬̱͚̜̬͖̣̰̞̫͍͇̹̲̻̻̠̙̟̗̳̠̱͈̟̇̿́̃̐̾̊͛̕̚͜ͅ

Creeping closer, you do your best to look approachable and casual. Face contorting into one of passiveness, trying to hold in your grin as the stranger looks up.

"Wow.."

He mumbles to himself.

Your steps become a bit slower, trying to listen in on his quiet conversation with his paint brush.

"Broomy, you think.. Yeah.. Impressions are needed!"

While your back was turn, he opens up a pink vial, then a yellow one, chugging them down quickly as he stands up from his spot Urgently packing his items and grabbing his Broomy, calling out to you loudly.

"Hey!"

You stop, turning around, ablit suprised that he was running after you and wanting your attention.

You couldn't let a chance like this slip.

"Hi! I'm Ink! What's your name, pal~!" He stated cheerily, eye-lights a shapped differently from the white ones you were used to seeing.

His right socket held a yellow question marked eye-light. The other was a heart, pink fading in yellow with a hint of red.

A smile, a big, giant smile is what you gave him.

"I'm-"

It's the start of something new. Something horrible.

Ink introduces you world's you couldn't even fathom.

You were... Happy. So happy.

You realized that, in some instances in other worlds. Sans, whether or not. Was unhappy.

It made you sick.

Something inside you clicked B̷̢̼̙͇͓̞̠̭̜͉̖̪͖̱̭̹̼͔̮̹͈͉̘̲̘̝̰͖͙̭̲̺̬̮̙̞̫̤̰̌̐́̏͊͒̐̈̍̈́̄̕͜͜͜͝ͅŗ̶̧̧̢̧̢̛͎͖̟͎͖͉͎̮̲͇̦̝̰̯͍̹͈̬̘͉͈̤̦̠̲̖̮̗̠̝͔̠͈̻̙͈͗̅̽̓̊̿͆́̓͋̎͌̾̾͌̑̔̐̋̆̉́̕͜͠ͅO̴̖͍͔̪͔͚̭̜̘͇͍̣͖̱̜̘͓̠̖̖̻͑̑́̏̈́̂̿̈́̾̔̄̑̓̀͆͋͌̄͑̃͆̎̂͛̾̀̎͐́͋͆͘̚͘͝ͅĶ̸̡̨̛͈͙͍̭̲͍̭̩̝̳̤̮̜͔͈̳̣͕̻̭͈͇̻̩͕͎̦̣̙͎̺̫̲̺́̓̓̀͛́͗̽̄́͋̎͂̅̆̾̀̚̕͜͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅȩ̵̨̨̡̨̧̛̮̞̻̼̯̰͈̮̳̼͉̭̮̗̥͓͇̠̻͕̻̭͓̝̜̤̳̼̪̣̞͉͍̺̼̘̤͎͖̮̒̍̃̎̀͗̊͆̎̄̒̄̍̓̈̉̊͌́̈́̏͋͌̐̓̑̈̌͂̚̚̕̚͜͜͠͝͠͝͝

You want love, you a whirlwind romance, you want SANS.

And you'll do anything for that feeling, ̢̨̢̨̪̟̤͎̲̪̫̱͉̪̯͚̤̜̳͚̘̗̖̯̠̦̖̥̭̱̼͓L̶̢̢̢̨̢̨̛͖̠̝̹̫̬̠̯͉̺͖̣͔̩̪̟̤͎̲̪̫̱͉̪̯͚̤̜̳͚̘̗̖̯̠̦̖̥̭̱̼͓̳̎̊̈̇͐̒̇͊̈́̆̆̈̎̇̑̋͛̇͆͌̐̀̑̓͌͋̈͒͘͠͠ͅoV̵̛͙̲͉̫̼̻̫̈̍̑̍͑̐̄̾̐̀͒̑̒̾̏͛̉̿̾͐̂͂̋̔͆̃́̓̈͒͗̿́́́͒̉̋̕̚̚͝͠͝e.

So willTHEY.

[I got bit by the Undertale bug, again, ]

[Whoo-boy, okay, this idea came to me when I was looking over my old au sans x reader one-shot book on wattpad. Then Underverse happend then.. Yeah. Asks for this Au are appreciated so much!]

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