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oops-its-a-fanwork · 4 months ago

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Pirate crew + weightless fruit reader!

I reaaaaaally shouldn't be writing rn but hey! I got inspired (and distracted oop-). Pirate au as portrayed by @mega-punani! Check 'm out if you haven't yet, it's mighty fun!

Reader with devil fruit: Weightless fruit!

When you finally ate a devil fruit, you gained the ability to become near weightless. The only problem is that you cannot fly: instead of soaring through the sky, you navigate spaces the way an astronaut or diver would, while being influenced by gusts of wind and often being anchored to something by a rope. You can make some swimming motions in the hopes of moving in a way you want, but taking off from the floor or a wall is far more effective. Sometimes you’d mess around with little contraptions to help you move around, like gliding capes or flippers. Some of the guys love making things for you to try! If you don’t pay attention, you may find yourself floating without intending to. That also means you often end up floating near the ceiling when asleep and then unfortunately falling down if woken up suddenly...

Eventually you would find out you have the ability to make items weightless as well! This does have its limits though, as you can only do a few at a time, more weight gives you more trouble and you still can't control where they go, which means they are usually tied to something else to avoid unwanted losses. When a storm hits the ship, all valuable and breakable items are handed to you, and watching everyone go side to side while you and their valuables tumble the other way is quite an experience. Honestly the entire journey is quite an experience on a ship like this, but in the end you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sans *makes his hat weightless * 'Hey airhead how's it goin?' 'Nothin weighin me down today ;)'

Puns puns puns puns puns. Perhaps a prank here or there, if you can handle it. Sans genuinely thinks this is one of the funniest powers he has encountered. You are a living kite. An unforeseen weather phenomenon. The weirdest fish to reign in. There's so much potential... he's never stopping the jokes. Lately he has taken to not bothering to sleep in a spot away from doors and entryways, since you can simply lift him and move him out of the way if needed. And you do! And perhaps you let the effect wear off just above the fresh fish. Or above the ocean. You can blame it on being quite an airhead yourself, after all <3

Papyrus Papyrus is the main one to make tools and outfits for you! Whether they actually help you is debatable. Sometimes they do: the flying squirrel-esque shirts do a great job catching wind! But the outfits mainly just look awesome-sauce, especially if you are to believe what he wrote on the skater-inspired one. He made that one because ‘they always try to do tricks in the air! So you must be exceptionally skilled at skateboarding tricks!’. You don't have the heart to tell him differently, nor the guts to attempt skateboarding tricks on a ship surrounded on all sides by the ocean. In return for his help, you sometimes help him make his own outfits too. This is how you sometimes find yourself in matching outfits, ranging from very stylish to very silly. Tell him how handsome he looks and watch him light up!

Blue Loves flying you around like a kite. He can spend an eternity running around the deck with you to ‘help you train to dodge the sails’ or to ‘find out what direction the wind is coming from’ (dude you’re on a ship with sails??). All in good fun of course. Blue is often found gazing fondly at you as you float around, and often compares you to various pretty magical creatures. Angels, dryads, fairies, dragons... he thinks you are enchanting! ...aaand he really wants to see you dressed up like that now. He’ll definitely talk to Papyrus about it later. He does ask you to use your normal weight when he's carrying you around though, because he forgets you're there easily. Kind of like how one loses their phone and ends up looking for it while holding it in their hand.

Stretch ...where are my instruments... are they on the ceiling... of course they are...

Your ability is both a blessing and a curse. It keeps his precious instruments safe in most bad situations: you have saved everything from both water and storm damage on numerous occasions, but you also liked to use it against him every now and then. Like when he ‘borrowed’ the last bits of your favourite snacks. Or when he refused to reel you back in when it started raining. Or when you wanted attention and he wasn't giving it to you. It’s not his fault that you look cute when you pout. Well, surely you must be able to forgive him, as you seem to think the same thing about him. Which is probably why the leftovers he planned to have for lunch were also missing. Damnit.

Red Red goes to find you if there's a ceiling repair or if there are heavy things to lift, although instead of asking for your help with those he just lifts them himself in order to show off to you. If you get bored while hanging out with him you sometimes make his tools float which is definitely an experience. It’s very funny watching him try to grab items out of the air which were just out of reach. He very quickly learns that it's useless though and ends up taking a nap instead, prompting you to fall asleep as well. Nothing gets done and now Edge is mad at both of you. Oops. Visibly checking you out regardless of your actual pose while you're in the air. Might whistle at you even, yell some stupid shit. Just drop something on his head and he'll get the hint. Or blow a kiss at him if you feel like indulging him. Just be mindful that if he is near the rope you've anchored yourself with he *will* reel you in if you do that.

Edge Would have you tied to the ship 24/7 if he had his way... Like a rope around your ankle so they won't accidentally sail away while you are up in the sky. As soon as he notices that you look even a little tired he's tying a rope around your middle. At this point you don't even notice it anymore. Until one of the guys trips over it. Edge simply says he had it coming. Edge is often the one to wake you in the morning. He says it's because he needs to make sure everyone is accounted for and ready for breakfast so no one slacks off, but really he just wants to make sure that when you wake from your floating slumber you land safely in your hammock (or in his arms).

Razz Will blow you away with a gust of wind if you are being annoying, and pretends not to notice you are having fun with his updrafts and whirlwinds when he feels at ease. He definitely doesn’t manipulate the wind so you can play around in the sky or anything- in fact if he did anything like that at all on purpose, it’s for training purposes! You must stay sharp with your air-traveling skills! Another one of the people who ties you down for your own safety sometimes, knowing actual good knots and surprisingly not hurting you by pulling them too tight. You teased him about *the possibilities* once, but then he didn't come to untie you in the morning and you almost missed breakfast :(

Cash Also one of the people who will help you make 'flying aids', but the amount of help he actually provides is... well let’s be real, it’s zero, he’s just here to fuck around. He just makes things look as dumb as possible. If you like that sorta thing, you can absolutely brainstorm the weirdest shit to put on ur stuff together. Fluorescent paints? You are the slowest flash of lightning. Cupid outfit? Love stings! Just like arrows! From above!Papyrus often tolerates it because the ideas are unique and can be turned into really cool outfits if tuned properly. Big focus on ‘if’ though. Will try to prank you and occasionally tries to enlist your help to prank others. Can't anticipate a bucket of water when there is no door! The crew doesn't fall for it anymore (well, usually), but you've literally fished other people's stuff right out of their hands with a fishing rod before, real cartoon-level shit. Heist of the century. You were both on dish-duty for weeks.

Bear Lightweight equals brittle?? Easy to break? Fragile?? ...you are eating enough aren't you?

Bear is soooo gentle with you, like you are a baby bird. Imagine his surprise when you easily 'lift' some nig barrels of ale onto the ship. It doesn't change his behavior towards you, but it does make him more confident about you: you can take care of yourself if need be. He loves it when you hold his hand and let him lead you across the room as you float, it's very sweet and playful. You can perch anywhere you want while he cooks, he’ll only pretend to swat your hand away. If Edge isn’t there to get you for breakfast then Bear will fetch you himself. He might not wake you though, he’d just pluck you from the sealing and bring you to the kitchen. Waking up at the dinnertable is a bit disorienting, but this is your equivalent of breakfast in bed.

Cinnamon The perfect way to keep you from floating away is to hug you close! So he does!

This is nice, actually. He enjoys this. Until you make them both float because you have places to be. On one hand he is still hugging you which is nice! But he is also entirely out of his element, especially with his poor eyesight. Please put him down :( He's also very glad he's able to see auras because you are not always where you are supposed to be. Please get off the ceiling, there's bugs up there...

#papyrus x reader #sans x reader #undertale au #homemade fanworks #also thank you to those who sent in requests! I see you <3 #I'm afraid updates are still going to be awfully slow. I think I started this prompt around august 2024? yeah...#I just got a lot of unexpected stuff going on this year... very little time to write. But seeing what inspires y'all is really fun!!#thank you for reading! <3 #papyrus au #sans au

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magic-hcs · 3 years ago

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✨let’s welcome my new AU Aviantale!✨

You all are probably wondering:

“What is Aviantale?”

Aviantale is an original AU concept that I made myself!

“Isn’t it just the same as Birdtale?”

Not at all! Although it does have similarities with Birdtale, Aviantale is vastly different in many aspects. Like how not every monster has bird like wings, they can also have aspects of insects, bats and many more creatures capable of flight. The wings aren’t the only aspects to the creatures they are based on there are way more features and personality traits interwoven. I’ve also created my own lore and world building in this AU.

“What’s the underground like?”

Each area in the underground got multiple upper layers one would have to get through before being able to progress to the next area. The map is as followed, Ruins, up to Snowdin, all the way down to Hotland, via an air geyser all the way up to Waterfall, up to New Home. (I’ll see if I can manage to try a map/layout of the areas)

Elders live on the ground levels of each area since their wings have become less strong due to age, plus since it’s in the underground and not the surface there’s almost no breeze, so monsters have to use a lot of magic to take flight.

Monsters in stripes who cannot yet fly or don’t yet have enough magic to take flight are gifted a flight cloth made by their family. This way their family can use magic to create an updraft and the monster in stripes will use that updraft to float up. (Or when the monster in stripes are too tired their family will use the flight cloth to tie their kids to their body before taking flight.) monsters in stripes often are taught by the elders and family.

The underground is quite crowded and there isn’t much space for the monsters to live. They are often tired due to the over use of their magic to fly. Their feet scrape against the harsh stone and ground and it hurts. The monsters are sad and cranky and way less hopeful then the monsters of Undertale.

There are legends going around about the vast endless sky and the ball of fire that goes down every night and up every day called the sun. There are tales of giant trees and forever moving spots of water. Among those legends there’s a myth that talks about how the creatures of the surface, called humans, will one day move down and free them all. These legends and myths are what keeps the monsterkind their sliver of hope

Monsters got two names; the name they get from their parents, and the name that is based on the species capable of flight that they or their family are based on.

“How do encounters work?”

Monsters will create an updraft and take to the air, floating as the encounter begins. For flightless monsters/humans they’ll use a flight cloth to use the updraft of air to float.

“What species capable of flight are the main cast based on?”

Sans (also known as Raven) is based on a Rivoli hummingbird

Papyrus (also known as Crest) is based on a Kestrel

Toriel (also known as Storiel) is based on a Stork

Alphys (also known as Dae) is based on a flying squirrel

Mettaton (also known as Pavo) is based on a blue/Indian peafowl (or more commonly known as the blue peacock)

Undyne (also known as Ossy) is based on an Osprey

Asgore (also known as Tyto) is based on a Barn owl

Napstablook (also known as Vesper) is based on a Townsend’s big-eared bat

Flowey is just Flowey

Asriel (also known as Tortel) is based on a Turtle Dove

Grillby (also known as Nix) is based on a phoenix

Gaster (also known as Corv) is based on a crow

Hope you all enjoyed!

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timbertumbr · 4 years ago

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Boneafide Gamer (A Reverse Harem Fic)

Chapter 4, Gaming Adventures

First chapter

Quotev Link

Right, these will be short mini adventures with the reader and the boys over the course of a month. Is it important to the plot? Yes, it shows how they bond and get to know the reader which is important for the next chapter. Plus, it’s for fun. Also, I have no idea how to describe smash battles so bear with me. I had a friend help me with those so big thanks to them!

ALL GAMES BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS!

A month has passed and during that month you’ve gotten to know quite a few of the skeletons, you got to know them through various games or just chatting on discord, here are a few of these moments.

Saturday finally arrives and you’re setting up Smash Ultimate with the help of Red who’s on a discord call, you eventually connect it to Red’s online match and off you go select your characters.

“Pft, why am I not surprised you chose Bowser?” You say playfully into the microphone, Red huffs.

“Hey, he’s a cool character, okay?” He defends, you chuckle and pick [insert character here] causing red to snort.

“Really, [Your character]?” He jokes.

“Oh like you’re one to talk,” He chuckles and selects the “Fight” button. “Bowser VS [You character] 3 2 1 GO!” And the battle begins! Red immediately made your character fly off the stage.

“Wha- DUDE!” Red starts laughing his ass off as your character floats back onto the stage.

“Oh man! That was PRICELESS! I wish I could’ve seen your face!” He snickers as you start trying to budge Bowser off the stage. He gets launched upwards and gets behind your character and launches them off the stage again.

“HOW?!” Red snickers at your reaction.

“I’ve had a LOT of practice with story mode,” He explains as your character floats back onto the stage, you decide a different strategy, you make your character hit Bowser before quickly jumping away and repeating the process. You got a decent percent on him before out of nowhere he uses his special move which FLINGS your character off the map with no chance of recovery. Bowser runs into the screen and slashes it twice, signifying that he won.

“Wow, that was… short,” You comment before briefly checking your phone.

“Huh, guess that shows how much time I spend on this game,” You huff in amusement from his comment and see that Cheesepuff messaged you.

Cheesepuff: Yo, I hear Red yelling from my room. Mind if I join you guys via discord?

“Hey, Stretch wants to join, is that okay?” You ask, he told you his name after a few days of messaging each other.

“Ashtray? Why does he want to join?” Red asks surprised and somewhat annoyed, you message him and he responds-

Cheesepuff: Just wanna watch ya guys duke it out is all. Maybe commentate.

You snort at his response.

“He wants to watch us fight and commentate on it,” Red falls silent for a bit before sighing.

“Fine, he can join only to witness me kicking your ass second time ‘round,”

“Oh, you’re in for it now My Chemical Romance!” You counter as you share your screen and Stretch joins the call.

“Hey- Woah, already beginning the match?” He asks as Red begins the match and you’re trying to button mash your way to victory. It failed, miserably. And now you’re on two lives.

“Ooo, button mashing never works out, honey,” You blush slightly from Stretch’s comment and attempt to kick Red’s ass with a different method, you use your special move and it flings him and he finally loses a life!

“YES!” You cheered as Bowser floated down back into the arena and began having a fist fight with your character.

“Don’t celebrate just yet sweetheart,” You could HEAR him smirking, and that distracted you enough for your character to fly off the map. God damn it.

“Gotta keep your head in the game bud,” Stretch comments, you glare at the screen, damn him and his smugness. You focus on getting the overgrown angry turtle over the edge but he got your percentage way higher than you thought and got flung.

“Bruh…” Red and Stretch snicker, final round, for you anyway. Silence falls over the call as you and Red duke it out in the arena, sometimes very close to flinging Bowser off the map. But alas, you are no gamer deity so you lost. Again.

“Aww man…” You mutter.

“That last round was super intense, I was on the edge of my seat,” Stretch comments, you huff.

“That’s 2 to 0 sweetheart, up for another round?” Red asks, you gather your shattered competitive spirit and have your hands ready on the controller.

“Always Batman rip off,” Stretch snorts and starts laughing his ass off.

“B-Batman rip off! Hahaha!” Red grumbles under his breath as he starts another round, and for the rest of the day you and Red duke it out with Stretch making humerous comments, you and Red egging each other on.

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You wait for the invitation link to Oak’s island in Animal Crossing: New Horizons. You, Oak, and Willow wanted to meet up in Animal Crossing to just have fun, chat and just explore. You finally got the invitation and unmute your mic.

“Got the invitation and I’m on my way!” You hear Willow whoop in the background of Oak’s call.

“Cool,” Your character takes the plane and arrives at Oaks clean and colorful island, Willow’s character waiting at the airport.

“Y/N! You’re Here! Follow Me, I’m Gonna Give You A Tour Of Our Island!” Willow exclaims as you follow his character.

“You can share an island?” You ask, hearing about this for the first time.

“Yeah! We Divided The Island So We Can Help Each Other And Do Our Own Thing!” Willow explains.

“Wow, you guys must be really close,” You comment.

“Yup,” jeez, you almost forgot he was there. Willow takes you to the “border” of their island which was just a bunch of fences and a single gateway to each side. And this is where Oak waited.

“Come On S- Oak,” Oak’s character goes through the border by your character.

“Now, Which Part Of The Island Would You Like A Tour Of First?”

“Your island, your rules. Whichever you think is best,” Willow squeaks from your answer.

“W-Well, If That’s The Case, We’ll Tour Oak’s Part First!” You hear something falling and hitting the ground with a thud and hearing Willow worriedly shriek “OAK, ARE YOU OKAY?!”

“Uh… everything okay over there?” You ask worried.

“Yeah! Oak Just Fell Off The Couch Is All!” Willow assures, you raised a brow at your screen.

“You okay Oak?”

“Fine, just surprised,” Oak mutters, awww. These precious bois.

“So you’re saying you… jumped out of your skin?” You hear Oak’s deep chuckle and Willow groaning.

“Alright! Enough Horrible Jokes! Oak, If You’re Ready To Give The Tour, You May Begin,” After a bit of waiting, Oak’s character goes through the border again and into his side of the island. He only briefly gave descriptions of his section of the island which had quite a few trees, bushes and a few decorations here and there. He only had a handful of villagers in his part of the island. When you ask about Boots the crocodile, his neutral voice turned serious.

“We don’t talk about Boots,” He says before continuing the tour.

“He Didn’t Like Boots…” Willow explains vaguely before you and him follow him around the rest of the island, even showing off his garden by his own home. And that transitioned to Willow giving you a tour of his part of the island. His part was quite colorful with trees and bushes and a heck of a lot of decorations, mainly cute stuff which you complimented on and he squeaked, muttering a “thank you.” He had the majority of villagers and he liked all of them, you noticed Oak’s character stare at Bob for a bit before rejoining the tour.

“And This Is The Museum! Go On And Take A Look At It,” Willow insists, you step into the museum and gasp, it’s practically full!

“You collected all this?” You ask in awe, Willow “Nyeh heh heh’s.”

“Of Course! With Some Help From Oak Of Course!” Aww.

“That takes some dedication dude, nice job!” Willow squeaks again, why are they so cute?! Once the tour was over, you all just hung out on the island, you fished while talking with Willow, Oak making an occasional comment here and there. All in all, visiting their island was a GREAT idea!

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You were planning a gaming session with Blue (You watching him play the game.) when you receive a friend request from a very familiar username. Coolskeleton95. You accept the request and Papyrus sends a message.

Coolskeleton95: HELLO HUMAN/FAN FART! THANK YOU FOR ACCEPTING MY FRIEND REQUEST! (BLUE WAS KIND ENOUGH TO GIVE IT TO ME) BUT I WANTED TO ASK IF IT WAS OKAY IF I JOINED YOU AND BLUE’S GAMING SESSION?

Huh, how polite! You ask Blue if he’s okay with it (Of course he is, he was the first one Papyrus asked but wanted everyone’s permission) So with that in mind, you begin typing your response.

(Username): Sure! But be warned, Blue and I decided to pick a horror game, you okay with that?

Coolskeleton95: OF COURSE! BUT IF I MAY ASK, WHAT’S THE NAME OF THE GAME?

(Username): Popgoes.

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“You ready guys?” You ask, seeing the Popgoes menu screen from Blue sharing his, well, screen.

“YES!” Blue exclaims.

“NOT REALLY BUT SURE!” Papyrus says.

“JUST START THE GAME!” Edge grumbles, he asked (demanded) to be part of the gaming session. Blue starts the first night and is introduced to a TV and a tablet full of camera locations. The phone rings and the man named Fritz begins to speak.

“You may want to look around Blue,” You comment, knowing what happens if you don’t. Blue uses the yellow arrows to look around and gasps when he sees the animatronic stage DIRECTLY BEHIND HIM!

“Oh boy…” Blue mutters before going back to the cameras and flicking through them.

“WHY IS THE PANIC METER RISING?” Edge asks, seeming a bit on… edge!

“Quick, look around!” You warned, Blue squeaks and quickly looks around, seeing a cat animatronic as soon as he turns to the left. The screen flickers and the cat is gone.

“Woah…” Papyrus mutters as Blue looks around, flicks through the cameras and then looks around again. Huh, he’s learning quickly. A tense silence fell over the group as Blue played the game, occasionally getting a gasp from one or two of you when an animatronic came a bit too close.

Then finally, when 6 AM rolled around, an electronic version of pop goes the weasel. We all breathe a sigh of relief as the screen fades to black. Then it cuts to an 8 bit atari like minigame. Blue tests out the controls before moving into the 8-bit version of the pizzeria.

“WHAT’S GOING ON?” Papyrus asks, somewhat confused.

“Lore, hidden within a minigame,” You explain.

“WOWIE! A CLEVER JAPE!” Blue continues to wander the pizzeria, passing by debris and junk while exploring. The tense silent air returned as he found an 8 bit version of what seemed like a human. Blue approaches it, the screen cuts to black as a static like sound plays. It cuts to the second night and the voicemail begins.

Blue repeats the cycle as you all watched. Then, out of nowhere from the vent above, an animatronic jump scares Blue. You yelp, Papyrus screams, Blue screams, And there’s a yelp and thud from Edge’s mic.

“OH DEAR,” There’s some muffled noises from Papyrus’s mic before you hear his voice in Edge’s mic, asking if he’s okay. Blue is snickering and asking if Edge is okay between bouts of laughter. After coming back from the shock of what just happened, you start giggling as well.

“YES, YES, I AM FINE, STOP LAUGHING!” This only prompts you and Blue to laugh harder. You could HEAR how angry Edge was. Papyrus returned to his mic.

“OKAY, LET’S SETTLE DOWN AND ATTEMPT TO COMPLETE THE SECOND NIGHT, AGREED?” Papyrus offers surprising you, wow, no WONDER he’s the mascot. You all agree and continue playing the game, occasionally getting scared, occasionally making comments on the lore, or laughing from amusing reactions from the jumpscares (Mainly Edge.)

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You were minding your own business when you got a discord message from Red.

Red: HAHAHA! I CAN’T BREATHE!

After a few seconds of wondering what brought this on, Red sends you a photo of Stretch on the couch, holding his phone, with a white fluffy cat on him.

(Username): Aww, a kitty.

Red: Not just ANY kitty, Edge’s kitty.

Oh, well now you understand why Red was finding this amusing. Apparently in their home there’s a rule to let “Doomfanger” lay where she pleases, anyone who is caught moving the cat is sentenced to one month of chores.

(Username): Oh no, poor Stretch!

Just as you said that, Stretch messaged you.

Cheesepuff: With my last breath, I ask you to tell Blue that I was the one that stole his jelly beans. Farewell friend.

You laugh at his joke and receive another message from Red.

Red: Holy shit, he’s a mad man!

He sends you a picture of Stretch proceeding to put Doomfanger onto the couch.

Red: He cometh…

He sends another photo seemingly behind the couch of an angry Edge most likely yelling at a somewhat nervous looking Stretch.

(Username): Tell him I’m rooting for him. I got a message to deliver.

Red: 👍

You go to Blue’s personal messaging.

(Username): Stretch ate the last of your jelly beans.

Magnificent Blueberry: I KNOW.

(Username): Wait wut?

Magnificent Blueberry: HE RAN OUT OF HONEY AND TOOK MY JELLY BEANS.

(Username): How?

Magnificent Blueberry: TRADE SECRET. ;)

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Cheesepuff: Hey. So me and the others have been chatting and we’ve been thinking, is it possible if we could meet up? In a public space of course and only if you want to.

Oh wow, when you woke up today you were not expecting to finally meet the skeletons face to face.

(Username): Yeah, I’m down! Have a place and time in mind?

Cheesepuff: You free on Saturday around noon?

(Username): Yup! And the place?

Cheesepuff: I’ll send you directions on Saturday. See you then honey. ;)

God damn him and his smooth flirting… Wait, was it even flirting? You don’t know any more.

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Totally not the writer: So what I’m hearing is that you scored a date.

(Username): Not a date! Just going to meet up is all.

Totally not the writer: Uh huh. Make sure to wear protection when you get boned.

(Username): DUDE!

Totally not the writer: HAHAHA! I’m joking! Holy shit, that was funny!

(Username): You jerk! >:(

Totally not the writer: Look, I’m sorry. Will you accept my cookie of apology? 🍪

(Username): . . . Fine, but only because of the cookie!

Totally not the writer: Luv you too <3

(Username): Yeah, yeah, you dork. Make sure to go to bed at a reasonable time tonight, alright?

Totally not the writer: No promises.

(Username): >:( Go to bed now.

Totally not the writer: Okay.

Sighing, you put your phone on the charger, do your nightly routine and then go straight to bed. What a day….

12:34 AM

Totally not the writer: Okay, I know you told me to go to bed at a decent time but…

Totally not the writer: I don’t know if I’m being paranoid, anxious or both but I SWEAR I keep hearing scratching sounds… Idk if it’s my imagination or what but I’m freaking out dude.

Totally calls for help…

But nobody came.

Next Chapter

#Oh boy things are getting intresting #And now onto the best part #tags #Underswap Papyrus #Underswap Sans #Underfell Sans #Underfell Papyrus #Swapfell Sans #Swapfell Papyrus #Horrortale Sans #Horrortale Papyrus #Undertale Sans #Undertale Papyrus #Sans #Papyrus #X Reader #Reverse Harem

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tempustale · 5 years ago

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The Keeper of the Stars

And Time pulled at the starlight, winding it around one of his hands and created a ball of light. He cradled the little ball of light and mixed it with star dust and his magic, moulding it into a soul. Time was pleased, created his first creation and Named Them Star.

Name: Star (sans)

Title: Protector of the Night

Stats: HP: 111 ATK: 111 DEF: 111

Hight: Only a little bit shorter then Sans, but taller then Swap!Sans

personality: Not as lazy as UT!Sans but not as energetic as Swap!Sans, (Still a little bouncy tho). He take his job seriously, but will never turn down the opportunity to laze around, relax and have a nap.

Created by Time (Gaster) Star is one if his first Son's and Older Brother to Sun (Papyrus) or Sunny as they nicknamed him. This sans is dressed almost fully in dark blue, with the exception of his boots, shirt and fingerless gloves, which are more sky blue. His puffer jacket, is similar to Classic!sans' but a darker more deeper blue. This Sans also has a long scarf, which reaches the ground, but doesn't touch it. Its covered in stars, showing the night sky, each star twinkling softly, thanks to his own magic. He has a belt (with a star buckle) around his waist where he can keep his needle (Like a sword) when not using it, but sometimes he will put it away in his inventory.

This sans has semi-permanent blue stars for eye-lights, but they look like normal (blue) eye-lights when upset (Like US-Sans but darker blue - same shade as Star's Jacket) and when he gets angry they darken. He can also make them disappear.

Star also has blue 'freckles' on his 'cheeks', which glow and make him look younger then he is.

Star's magic, because he was created from starlight itself, glows even more then normal. His bone attacks glow much brighter then a regular sans/papyrus bone attack and he also has an attack called 'shooting stars' where hot balls of lights will fall to the ground from the sky. His needle and threads can also be used as weapons, either to use like a whip or to tie someone up.

Star also has all of Sans' regular attacks as well. the only difference is that the gaster blaster eye-lights are stars.

Job: Keeps an eye on The stars, traveling through the multiverse, adding new ones in place of the ones that have died. He also keeps an eye on the moon, so that it stays on track and shows the correct time of the month.

Star has a rather large (stitching) needle, which he uses to 'stitch' stars into the sky using threads of starlight (or moonlight if he has to start from scratch... and if there is no moon, then he will use the light of his own soul/magic to create the first star, before continuing from there.) Once the thread is snapped, the star will blaze brightly and return to its place, turning into a real star in space.

Star's Favourite AU is OuterTale; he loves talking to the monsters about the stars, enjoying that they love them just as much as he does.

Family: His creator/Father; Father Time (Gaster) and his Younger brother Sunny (Papyrus)

Home: a ‘bubble’ universe, like the doodle sphere. Papyrus (Sunny) will have the ‘ground’ where it is divided into 4 areas for all 4 seasons separated, above that is sans' (Star) area and will have the ‘Sky’. Star uses his starlight-threads to create hammocks to laze around in and watch his brother, as he wanders the 4 seasons of his area.

Gaster's (Father Time) area will be the 'darkness' (Void) beyond that and an area that’s under the ground itself, where he keeps his ‘screens’, keeping an eye on the AUs and seeing which are ‘alive’ and which are destroyed.

Abilities: AU/Multiverse travel, Shortcuts 'blue' gravity magic, Gaster Blasters, Magic bones, Shooting Star attack, creation of starlight threads (only at night or in OuterTale) and Star creation. (Star can also Float/Fly or as he calls it ‘cancel out gravity’) He can create the illusion that you are in complete darkness - and the illusion of 'switching off the stars and moon'. They will only be able to see as far as their hand can reach.

Fave drink: Lemonade - especially in glass bottles

Fave Food: French Fries.

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creative-poptart · 5 years ago

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Can i get the US and UT bros with an S/O with wings but! They are angel wings that double as armor. The feathers turn black, hard and sharp when they're threatened, white, soft and fluffy when they're at peace and gray and stiff when neutral mood. They turn golden when they're in love and only shows that color toward the skellies.

Aww! This is an adorable ask!! I really like this prompt because it not only provides some context but a heaping help of fluff!

US Sans/Blue: For the most part, he’s astonished that you even have wings, but aside from that, he loves them and you! Your wings are groomed almost daily by him, so when they turn golden for the first time, Blue’s beyond ecstatic at the meaning. He loves you so much, and to see a physical representation, much like how his eye-lights turn into hearts, is a beautiful thing. However, the rest of the world may not approve of your relationship, resulting in some less-than-friendly folks. The pair of you get jumped on the street, and the moment that someone pulls a weapon, your wings go jet black and shield you both from harm. Blue can fend off the attacks and get the authorities notified in time for an arrest, but afterward, you two are spending some time on the couch and talking to each other about the event.

“THAT WAS CERTAINLY LESS THAN IDEAL, BUT ARE YOU ALRIGHT? YOUR WINGS DIDN’T GET DAMAGED BY THE ATTACKS, DID THEY?”

US Papyrus/Stretch: He’s a lot more relaxed about the whole “having wings” thing, but it does prove to be beneficial for him. Stretch now has a plethora of feathers, flying, and bird puns that he can use any time he pleases. You’re probably not going to have golden wings when he’s punning, but in the relaxed moments where you’re cuddled up against his ribcage and he’s stroking them quietly? Definitely, the gold is out. He probably discovers the fact that they can radically change into a shield by accident. Stretch does a lot of work on some machinery, some of which can be volatile and explode, or the steam pushes something out. You end up getting caught in the crosshairs of one of the flying bolts, and before he can even think to warn you, your wings shift and deflect the shrapnel. He’s now got a lot more questions about how they work.

“woah, are you sure you’re okay? that came out pretty fast, and even with the shield thing that happened, it was a high velocity. you sure you’re alright?”

UT Sans/Vanilla: For the longest time, he dared not to even touch your wings, just because they were so beautiful. After you give him the okay to make contact and preen, though, Vanilla’s going to have a tough time keeping his hands off you. His patience, combined with how attentive he is to details, means that your wings are going to be so clean that you’re requesting it almost weekly. He’s gentle with you, and the gold color will likely come out often, especially with these preening sessions. That always makes his smile just a tad wider and a bit more smug than it is typically, but always with love behind it. When you two are out walking one day, someone tries to throw something at the two of you. Before Vanilla can move to shield you, you’re covering him with the black-feathered appendage, then moving to scold that person harshly.

“look, it’s not that what you did wasn’t appreciated, but it is a little confusing to deal with some of what just happened during that whole incident.”

UT Papyrus/Creampuff: Creampuff loves to watch your wings in action, so you going out to fly while he sticks around on the ground is perfect for him. He also can use a little of his gravity magic to float and soar with you, so this is most likely where you show off the beautiful golden color of your wings. It proves to him that you really do love him, and it gives him motivation to show you just how much love he holds for you too! It’s almost a competition of sorts, but there’s no real winner because both of you are in love with each other. While the two of you try to enjoy the sunshine of the park and all the things within it, someone tries to attack you. In an instant, your wings go black and are pushing the person away quickly. Creampuff makes sure that you’re unhurt while he holds the person down until the authorities can arrive.

“WOWIE, THAT WAS RATHER QUICK THINKING OF YOU, DATEMATE! YOU ARE A RATHER PROFICIENT FIGHTER! EXCELLENT WORK!”

Thanks for the ask, @chibijessykat!!

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3skellsandakid · 5 years ago

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The Keeper of the Stars

Name: Star (sans)

Title: Protector of the Night

Stats: HP: 111 ATK: 111 DEF: 111

Hight: Only a little bit shorter then Sans, but taller then Swap!Sans

Star also has blue 'freckles' on his 'cheeks', which glow and make him look younger then he is.

Star also has all of Sans' regular attacks as well. the only difference is that the gaster blaster eye-lights are stars.

Star's Favourite AU is OuterTale; he loves talking to the monsters about the stars, enjoying that they love them just as much as he does.

Family: His creator/Father; Father Time (Gaster) and his Younger brother Sunny (Papyrus)

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determinationisnotcrash · 5 years ago

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Red to the Rescue! Value of True Companions

Another @gbpack-discord oneshot! An action one where Sabre, Impact, and Red team up to fight a mechanical dragon.

Impact, the Blaster raptor GB Papyrus belongs to me!

Sabre the part time seiyuu the mysterious Blaster from an unknown timeline belongs to @paddie-ut

Red the GB Fell Sans belongs to @goosygander

Everything was going perfectly – almost too perfectly. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and everyone around town seemed to be in a great mood. …Perhaps at that time, that should have been cause for concern. After all, when an amazing stroke of good luck came, what usually followed was…

***

Interlink City

Impact applauded his friend, lightly clapping his mechanical floating hands as they departed from the recording studio. “Splendid work on your performance, Sabre! You did a wonderful job. It was like I was seeing Heero Yuy in the flesh!”

That comment drew a slight chuckle out of the small quadrupedal bone beast. “Heh, funny you say that. I don’t have any flesh. And your performance wasn’t half-bad, either. Very accurate at portraying the larger-than-life villain type.”

The blind man was unable to see it, but the raptor nevertheless took a small bow. “I appreciate the compliment! I’m glad to know that I at least remain successful in that field. After all…” Impact cleared his throat, putting on his best impression of the Mad Dummy’s voice. “My destiny is already smeared with blood. I won’t be talked out of any transgressions! I’ll live right to the bitter end – the hard life of a warrior!”

“Yes… Well then, what do you want to do now? Find another of those great places to eat? I’ll treat you to a meal this time. Mind, you’ll need to lead the way.”

The Papyrus beamed in response to the Sans’ generosity. “I would love to! Let’s go!” Head held high with pride of a job well-done, he started to head in the direction of the most economical restaurant he could think of… only to realise the small Blaster wasn’t following. “Sabre…?”

Impact turned back to see the dogman sniffing around on a ground like a… well… dog, muttering to himself. “This scent… it’s faint, but…” Sensing the presence of his friend nearby, likely watching him, he felt his face heat up. “Ah, Impact… I just detected something strange. I think… we’re being followed. By something from your world.”

The scent… where was the scent…? He kept sniffing in all directions, like a game of Hot and Cold, until he found the direction it was the strongest in. His nose led his sightless gaze upwards, causing him to carefully rise up onto his hind legs. “Impact… can you look in the direction my muzzle is pointing?”

“Doing it now.” His functional (in contrast to Sabre’s) eyes followed his friend’s… right up to one of the tall buildings next to them. Peering right over the edge were two strange, ball-like contraptions. They both had a metallic silver sheen, smooth all over, except with one camera for an eye. They almost looked like creepier cyclops versions of mascot characters from a popular mecha show Impact’s brother loved to watch.

Before he could take in more of their appearance, they abruptly jolted and flashed, as if startled. Their cameras blinked rapidly, before they ‘jumped’ off the building’s roof, landing on the pavement and starting to roll away.

Combat data collection drones…!? But all the two skeletons were doing was a part time job! Unless… oh, no… Were they analysing their physical properties!? Impact didn’t know everything about Sabre’s past yet, but he did know what the small blind man could become, and what that thing could do. If that information got into the hands of literally anyone… it would spell certain disaster.

“GET BACK HERE---!”

Impact immediately gave chase to the balls, Sabre following close behind so as not to lose him in the crowd of the city. They were sprinting with all their might, at far greater speeds than an ordinary human could go. Yet the strange metal spheres stayed just out of their reach. They were clearly engineered for speed.

Unbeknownst to both of them, one of their allies also happened to be in the city at the time, raising funds for the party in his own way by selling hotdogs. They both brushed against him in a rush, not even noticing his presence in their focus. The wind stirred up by Impact was almost enough to bowl him over, sending sausages and condiments alike flying.

Naturally, this was enough for him to notice the two skeletons and wonder just what the hell they were doing. Wiping the mess off his black leather jacket with a grumble, he joined in on the chase. He wasn’t as fast a runner as the other two, but with dedication, he would eventually be able to catch up.

***

“SLOW DOWN, ALREADY…!” Impact accidentally roared, slamming his mechanical hands over his muzzle when the realisation hit him. By now, they had done a full lap of the city, before the two spheres retreated into a nearby lake.

What kind of energy did the things run on!? Wouldn’t such small things have run down to nothing by now? Impact was still fine, but Sabre was starting to tire… Just where (and who) were these things headed to!?

The moment Impact wondered that, his question was answered. Of course, it wasn’t anything good. The twin spheres jumped into the water with a plop… and immediately after, two metallic dragon heads attached to long, cable-like necks ripped out of the lake’s surface! A terrible shriek vibrated the air, sending civilians running for their lives in terror!

“T-that’s no data gathering unit!” Impact realised, horror welling up inside him. “It’s an extermination unit! The enemy must have sent it here to clear the land of ‘pests’!”

As if confirming the statement, one of the heads lunged at him, a vicious deadly snake about to bite!

“OH SHI…!” Impact scrambled to respond. Neither he nor Sabre had a Mechanical Guardian on them, so they didn’t have much in the way of firepower. Fortunately, they weren’t so foolish as to walk around an unfamiliar location completely unarmed! Just like a movie cowboy, he reached within his coat, whipped out a gunblade, and fired several pinpoint shots! All within the span of under a second!

However, quick reflexes didn’t save him! The Blaster raptor yelped in as pain seared through his chest! “W-what the…!? What just… How did…” When he looked down at himself, he couldn’t believe his eyes: the projectiles the metal dragon sent at him… were his own bullets!? A reflection ability!?

He didn’t have more time to process this before the head barrelled straight into him!

“Blurgh…!” Harsh, serrated jaws clamped tight around his ribcage, causing the Papyrus to cough up blood for the… he lost count of how many times that happened in his life. He was actually surprised he hadn’t received any permanent damages from such injuries.

“Impact…!” The scent of blood and the man’s cry were enough to motivate Sabre to action, drawing his own emergency weapon! To accommodate his disability, he decided to modify the futuristic laser blade Impact left with him into a lance! “Haaaaaa…!” With a battlecry, he charged at where he perceived the enemy was – aiming just next to the spot where he smelled Impact and his blood.

With that satisfying buzz of beam weaponry against metal, the attack hit home! Letting out another screech – this time of pain, rather than anger, the dragon’s jaws released! Impact fell to the ground, landing on all fours before rising to his hunched bipedal stance. “Amazing work, Sabre! It seems that melee attacks are effect-AAAAAAAAAAH!”

A sound not unlike gatling gun fire exploded through the air around the two, as they were pushed back by a comparable force! Massive chunks of earth pelted their bodies, knocking them off their feet and sending them rolling along the ground like crash test dummies after a particularly violent experiment.

Heads still spinning from the tumble, Impact and Sabre forced themselves to get up and charge again! But unfortunately, the result was still the same: they couldn’t take even a few steps before another storm of earth hit them, feeling like they ran straight into the path of a speeding truck!

The sighted monster of the two noticed something strange: several oddly-shaped craters that certainly weren’t there before now dotted the land around the lake. “Craters around the lake…? Is the land itself being reshaped to attack us…?”

A cold feeling passed through Sabre’s body as his mind started to piece together what this dragon’s ability was… “This… this isn’t good. If that ability is what I think it is…” He could smell and hear a large amount of water around the area, too. Putting two and two together…

Confirming Sabre’s fear, one of the dragon heads stuck its head beneath the lake’s water, draining the massive reserve, while the other’s neck started to swiftly expand like a balloon inflating. This was enough to have Impact realise what was going on. “One head takes things in, and one head ejects them!?” The ability was a lot simpler than some enemies that he faced in the past… but it was still powerful enough to spell the two Blasters’ doom! After all, a weapon for killing didn’t need to be fancy, it just had to do the job.

Like an aquatic volcano eruption, a high pressure, high volume waterspout erupted from the dragon! The seconds following were almost tormentingly slow: the lake water blotted out the entire sky around them, hanging stationary in the air… then slowly… started to fall, coming down on them like judgement from heaven.

That volume of water, with that force behind it, would surely be enough to squash the two skeletons flat. Impact abruptly leaped on top of Sabre. The attempt to shield him using his body was likely futile, but better a small chance of one of them surviving than neither. Papyrus squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the end… but it didn’t come.

Rather than a crushing flood, and the crushing defeat that came with it, the two friends heard the pounding of paws on earth, a familiar sound of shifting bones, and the pulse of magical energy from a powerful blast. A wave of heat rushed through the area, causing Impact to look up in confusion.

The entirety of the water had been evaporated into steam! Standing heroically against that backdrop was the towering form of a massive skeletal dragon. Impact at first couldn’t even recognise it – this was a form he rarely saw the man in – but closer inspection was enough to make his face light up. Similarly, a huge grin formed on Sabre’s face at the familiar scent. “Red!”

A small smirk appeared on the dragon’s face, the corner of its muzzle tilting upward, before turning to the metal dragon. Its jaws parted again, letting loose with a second blast, this time towards the dragon!

But the hope that came with the Fell skeleton’s appearance was swiftly cut short. Moving so fast, the naked eye almost couldn’t follow, one of the heads rushed towards the laser and snapped it up. Impact and Red could see the movement of the laser’s glow through its body, almost like liquid through a plastic silly straw, before it emerged from the other end, right back at them!

“I’ll take this one! Red, Impact, get behind me!” To the skeletal dragon’s surprise, Sabre was already in front of him. Had the blind man already planned that far ahead and considered that possibility…? And how was he going to counter the laser?

With a smooth flick of the wrist, Sabre’s laser spear returned to a laser sword. Next, he held it in front of himself and started spinning it like a rotor fan! When the searing heat and force of the returned blast hit, Sabre grunted… almost growled with exertion. He dug his hind paws into the ground, raking up soil as he was slowly pushed back.

The beam sabre rotation trick did indeed shield him from the attack… but it only shielded a portion of Impact’s and Red’s bodies! And on top of that, his arm started to scream from the exertion of keeping the sword rotating at a constant rate! Longer… just had to keep it going for a little longer…! It felt like the blast was assaulting the trio for hours at this point! Did the metal dragon add to its energy somehow, or it simply his perception!?

For one instant… just a single instant, Sabre’s arm cramped, and the enemy’s attack penetrated his defence. “No…!” It was like a giant, flaming meteor collided with him, blowing Sabre and his two friends back. Most of the blast had been blocked, but the remainder of the force was enough to bring the heroes to their knees.

The two-headed metal dragon let out a metallic cackle as it loomed over the despairing, crouching heroes.

Impact, being fearful of all things draconic, felt like he was the one the most intimidated by this display. “Even a Blaster’s laser didn’t work against this thing…!? Is this the last enemy we’ll ever face…?” Panic ran through him, despair starting to wrap its icy grip around his heart. Would this all end here…?

However… Next to him, Sabre was even worse. Fear and panic were prime triggers for his transformation. A surge of energy ran through his bones, coursing through his whole body like electricity.

His clothes started to tighten at a slow yet steady rate, the buttons on his shirt popping off one-by-one. “Urgh… Ghh…” The dragon’s voice steadily began to deepen, taking on a guttural, animalistic rumble.

Despite pushing back against it with all his might, the pressure of the situation was warping his form into something monstrous – in the figurative sense, rather than literal.

Not satisfied with simply making him grow, Sabre’s magic started to warp his features. His fangs jutted out further, extending with a painful creak. Vicious spikes mercilessly ripped through the clothes Impact oh-so-carefully picked for him, completely ruining them as his body expanded. The hellish beast that was his feral side started to seep into his mind, venom dripping from his mouth as a demon began to enter the world through his body. Then…

<SNAP OUTTA IT!> THWACK!

A surprisingly high-pitched yelp escaped Sabre’s muzzle upon a bony object softly, yet firmly hitting his face. He had to pause, rapidly blinking before he could process what just happened. “Did you just… halt my transformation by hitting me? With your tail?”

The blind man could hear the proud grin in Red’s tone. <‘Course! It’s like those old computers and televisions – nothin’ a good whack can’t fix!>

“…I-”

BLAM BLAM BLAM!

“DODGE!” The other two complied with his command, evading the makeshift earth cannonballs alongside Sabre before the near-Blaster could continue. “I may not be experienced in that field, but… that… sounds wrong.”

Red simply chuckled.

Impact tilted his head, raising a brow. “Do you have a way in mind to defeat it?”

<O’ course! There’re three of us now! With our powers combined, we can make it through! You, of all people, should know this!>

The dinosaur-like Blaster blushed, embarrassed that he missed something so vital. “U-understood. What is your suggestion?”

Red’s expression became serious, as he beckoned for the two to get closer in an awkward (due to differing sizes and anatomies) group huddle. <Alrighty, ain’t much time to explain. We’ll……… Got it?>

“Got it!!”

<Good! LEEEEET’S DO IT!>

With that rousing cry, the Blaster trio charged! Unlike Impact’s and Sabre’s previous attempt, they split up and rushed the metallic dragon from different directions! It couldn’t hit them all at once!

Sabre galloped to where he felt one of the heads were. The distance is right…! Here goes! The voice acting stint earlier put him in the mood to announce his attack. “Target, Metal Dragon… Commencing with elimination!”

Leaping into the air, the hellish dragon fired a blast of his own – a bright green burst! It wasn’t as strong or flashy as the others, but it was far more economical on energy use. That, coupled with his current form, just barely gave him enough energy to use a continuous surge. Full output…! GOOOOOO!

The beam came right back out through the other head – to the place where Impact was, but he was prepared for it! Sabre had already demonstrated how to deal with this! “ROTATION BLAAAAADE!” Imitating Sabre’s technique, he spun his gunblade like a helicopter rotor!

With a normal sword, it would have just killed him. But because of the Blasters in his timeline, both his and Sabre’s weapons were designed as specific anti-Blaster measures! Impact’s gunblade wasn’t powerful enough to deflect it, but it was strong enough to block it!

Both of the metal heads were occupied, leaving the enemy dragon immobilised in terms of both offence and defence! With the lake drained from its previous attack, the main body – a big fat lump of rugged metal with the two spheres lodged inside – was open to attack!

Red dived at it, claws glinting in the sun as he prepared to deal the finishing blow. Hot blood coursing through his bones, he called out the name of this technique: <TRINITYYYY… FINISH!>

The metal beast was easily reduced to ribbons of scrap metal, the heads deactivating as the two central processing units were crushed. Just to make sure it was dead, Red unleashed the biggest blast he ever made on it, reducing it to ash. The deed done; the beast let loose with a howl of triumph. Not because he had lost to his base instincts, but for the cool factor.

Once he ensured it was safe to approach the dragon, Impact rushed up to him, tail wagging and eyes sparkling. “That was amazing…! You performed excellently!”

<We performed excellently. Don’t sell yourself or Sabre short.> The dragon turned his gaze from Impact to his fellow beast, a cheeky expression on his face. <Now… how ‘bout that nice lunch you wanted to treat Impact to?>

Sabre went green – the colour of his blush being due to his magic, a wildly unfitting appearance on his now frightening visage. “O-oh… as a voice actor, I don’t get paid much, but… I’ll see what I can do for three people.”

With a series of uncomfortable-sounding cracks akin to a crackling fireplace, he reverted to his normal half-Blaster shape. As he shrank down to his usual size, he couldn’t help but shiver against the cool breeze on his naked bones. “A-after the cost of new clothes, as well… Impact, can you get my wallet?”

“Of course!” After a few seconds of searching, Impact found Sabre’s wallet amongst his clothing tatters. The raptor briefly considered throwing it to him, before remembering a blind man wouldn’t quite appreciate the gesture. Instead, he passed it into his hand, and additionally wrapped his coat around the skeleton as an interim measure.

“Thank you. Now, where to eat…”

***

McDaniel’s

Sabre rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, sweating slightly. “…As I said earlier, I did tell you that I didn’t get paid much…”

Impact quickly dispelled any doubts, as he dug into the burger from his Joy Meal™ with warmth in his tone. “No, this is fine! This is more than enough!”

The now humanoid Red nodded his head in agreement. “Just bein’ able t’ spend time together here is fun.” Chuckling slightly, he lifted up a small figurine. “Plus, I’ve been lookin’ for this one for ages!”

Neither of them felt even the slightest urge to complain – after all, it wasn’t about the food itself. Sharing a meal and company with true companions, who would always be there to support each other… that made it taste better than even an emperor’s feast.

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a-d-curtis · 6 years ago

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Morning - Kataang Week 2019

A/N: This is a companion piece to the last one, “Breathe”

Kataang Week 2019

Prompt: Morning

The days following the stillbirth of their son were hell for Aang.

To this day he is not sure how he made it through them. Thank the spirits for Gran Gran and the Acolytes, who helped Aang and Katara make basic decisions like: eat today.

The evening of Gyatso’s delivery was now a blur. When Aang looks back on it, most of what he can remember is the intensity of emotion. The details of what actually happened eclipsed by their utter devastation.

At some point Gran Gran had stepped in to take Gyatso from Katara. At first Katara had bared her teeth in a mindless growl, clutching the cold baby to her desperately. But Gran Gran had been firm, getting Katara to look her in the eyes, bringing her back to reality. “I need to take him, Katara. He is Quiet. And we need to get you cleaned up.”

Katara, still in Aang’s arms on his lap, had stared down at her empty hands for some time. Then she had turned to Aang and clutched him, letting him fill her arms in a way that he knew was entirely inadequate, but was all they could do. Aang knew that despite his utter heartache, he needed to be there for Katara, as much as he was capable.

He doesn’t know all of what else happened that night. A bath. Change of clothes. The midwives cleaned up and left. Someone changed their sheets and left the room looking like nothing had happened there; like they hadn’t just birthed a dead child.

At one point they had heard a lot of noise down by the dock. Aang supposed that news of their tragedy had probably made it to the reporters. He supposed it couldn’t remain private forever. But something about this very personal loss being spoken on the lips of strangers left Aang with a hollow feeling; like people were scooping out his innards and putting them on display. He and Katara had not even spoken the words out loud to each other, and yet somewhere their son’s death was making headlines.

Each of the nations had a different word for it: Quiet Birth, Breathless Child, Cold Baby, Stillbirth. But they all meant the same thing; and their son lay quiet, breathless, cold and still in the room next door.

Early the next morning Aang had woken to an empty bed. When he found Katara she was standing barefoot in the next room, the nursery, holding her belly and looking at the body of their son. He had been laid in the baby bassinet Sokka and Suki had given them as an early baby gift.

“I’m afraid I won’t remember what he looks like…”

Aang had come to her, wrapping her in his arms, both of them looking at Gyatso, tears flowing as they desperately tried to commit him to memory.

Katara did not leave the house for the three days leading up to the funeral. She was dealing with a myriad of additional complications piled onto her grief. She had just delivered a baby, and her body was weak and in pain. But there was no soft warm baby snuggling against her to ease the recovery, to make it all worth it. Her body was prepared to feed a hungry infant, but there was no hunger to satiate, and so she was left with the pain of milk with no mouth to feed. Her emotions were everywhere. Everyone understood. Everyone understood, and no one could fix it.

Aang tried to be with her as much as he could, but being indoors wound up his anxieties like a spring. He often found himself escaping to the rooftop for a moment, just to feel the breeze on his skin, letting it dry his tears. He hardly noticed when he was crying anymore; it would be a more notable event when he was notcrying.

Aang mourned, not just the loss of his baby, but he mourned the future that his son would never have. He mourned his empty arms, but also the games that would never be played together, the words they could never exchange, the sunny days they would never share. Perhaps one day they would have another child, but that would never give Gyatso his life again. And this weighed on Aang like a fetter.

Someone had arranged the funeral. Gran Gran, or Hakoda? He didn’t know. Katara had wanted it to be a Water Tribe funeral. Aang had not protested.

They had floated on a ship out into the great ocean off of Yue Bay. Their closest family and loved ones accompanying them. After some words, Gyatso’s tiny body, back on a board and mummy-wrapped entirely in furs, had been placed in the water. A weight attached to the board had pulled him slowly down into the endless depths, and he was gone.

Aang had looked away repulsed. How could they do that to him?! As an Air Nomad, he wanted to fly, not be sunk in the sea. The very thought made him feel desperate and claustrophobic. Katara had spoken of making a rock ring for him, down in the South Pole near her mother’s. Aang couldn’t pay attention. He was wishing he hadn’t come on this boat. He wanted to be anywhere else.

As soon as they had docked the boat, Aang had snapped his glider open and flown to the house. He had gathered his brass bowl, ink, brush, and papyrus paper in a satchel and flow to the top of the peak on the island. There he had written with long sad strokes his prayers on the papyrus and burned them to the sky as an offering honoring his son. Watching as the burned bits of consecrated paper danced away, upward on the wind.

Aang contemplated what the Air Nomads had believed, that the soul of a child did not enter until they took their first breath. But Gyatso had never taken his first breath. So did that mean he was forever soulless? That he had never really been? As much as Aang had disliked the water tribe burial in the sea, he knew that Air Nomads had actually cared little for disposal of the body; they had a ceremony for it, of course, but all knew that what really mattered was the soul. The soul was sent into the skies in a flurry of color and music. But according to his culture, his son didn’t even have a soul.

Aang tried to understand, but he could not reconcile this. He had felt his boy move in Katara’s belly, had been kicked by his strong little legs when Aang had embraced his mother, his baby had responded to his voice. Aang had loved his son. Surely his son had had a soul.

If the Air Nomad teachings had been wrong about this; what else had they been wrong about? Aang felt like his faith was unraveling like a woven meditation shawl pulled apart by the wrong stray string; his beliefs feeling loose and scattered like a strand of prayer beads broken, the wooden beads rolling in every direction. What could he hold on to now?

Aang believed his son had had a soul. But where had his soul gone? To the Eternal Skies with all the other Air Nomads? Or to the Immortal Ocean? Wherever he had gone, Aang wanted to follow him. To make sure he was alright. To protect his boy. Aang had often resented being the Avatar, but losing his baby made him hate it for one more reason. Aang knew where he would go when he died; he would be reborn into some new identity somewhere in the Water Tribe. He would never get to follow his Gyatso, never get to find out where his son had gone; he would never be reunited with him. He would not even remember him. Aang cursed his own endless lives.

For all his power, he felt powerless.

As he watched the scorched bits rising and flowing on the wind, Aang hoped that in the Eternal Skies perhaps Monk Gyatso had found his son; maybe now they were making fruit pies together. At least, Aang hoped so. It would be fitting for his son Gyatso to be with the man he was named after.

The days following the baby’s funeral were a dark time for Aang. Up until then he had managed to hold himself together somewhat, for Katara. But as he dealt with this loss, and his own crisis of faith, he seemed to spiral downward. He could still be dragged out of that black place momentarily, when Katara needed him. But most of time he was despondent.

Aang forgot to shave. He barely could bring himself to eat. Meditation was fruitless, and even his usual endless store of energy seemed drained dry. His footsteps were heavier than they had ever been. Aang didn’t want to see people who came to the island. He stopped responding to hawks; didn’t even read the scrolls they carried. The world would just have to take care of itself.

He remembered that one day a reporter had come to the door, pad of paper in hand, wanting to talk with the Avatar and his wife about their loss. Gran Gran had opened the door, and told the reporter to go away. Aang had been in the room, a short fuzz of black hair on his head and stubble on his chin, looking undoubtedly disheveled. He had locked eyes with the reporter for just a moment. In some distant sort of way, Aang was disgusted; disgusted that someone would come here, to his home, to pry into their private matters. But anger was more than he could muster for such a meaningless person. So Aang had looked away uncaring.

One night, in bed, Katara had pulled him close, peppering his skin with kisses. She spoke quietly, but earnestly, begging him to make her another baby. His brow furrowed. He didn’t want another baby; he wanted Gyatso. He had turned away from her. He couldn’t. Not now. He could not start that agonizing road again. He remembered more clearly than he wished the years of disappointment trying to make their last baby. And he was not ready to deal with that again.

Aang knew that he had hurt Katara; that his rejection that night stung her like a lash. But knowing he had hurt her just depressed him more. On top of the grief he now had guilt. Why couldn’t he be better than he was?Deep inside, Aang was sure he would never escape this dark place he was drowning in.

But it was little things that eventually helped him reemerge.

After the loss, one of the Acolytes had offered to feed Appa for Aang. Gran Gran had let her, but as time went on, being the wise woman she was, Gran Gran had told the girl it was time for Aang to feed his own bison again. So twice daily, Aang had to get up and go out to feed his sky bison. There was something so simple about it. Appa needed him. He was hungry. When Aang came, Appa was happy to see him, nuzzling his friend with an oddly understanding empathy. After a while Aang began to talk to his friend again, telling him things, even some of his most horrible thoughts. Appa never judged him. Just snorted hot air into his clothes and licked his hair into a lopsided mess. And in those moments Aang began feel a little lighter.

He and Katara had been living together, doing their best to support one another, but in all honestly Gran Gran had been the one keeping them from falling to pieces. Neither of them quite able to be what the other needed.

But one evening, after returning from Appa’s courtyard, Aang found Katara in the nursery, rocking in the chair, looking out with unseeing eyes at the darkening evening sky across the bay. Aang had approached her and put his hand on her shoulder. Katara had looked up at him with her beautiful blue eyes. And something stirred in him. A feeling he had lost touch with. And like a wave Aang was suddenly filled with it. Pulling her up into a tight embrace Aang let his love for her wash over him like high tide.

They both had cried together. It was not the first time they had done so, but something was different this time. Like they were finally seeing each other again.

They made love that night. Not trying to make a baby, not trying to escape. No ulterior motive than to show one another that they were there for the other, and that they loved each another.

And from then on, they both tried a little harder. They tried to be available for one another again. And Aang was surprised by Katara’s incredible strength. She was the one who really pulled him back from the darkness; she was the one who helped him wholly back into the light.

This loss was really something that only the two of them shared fully. Others had been near to support and mourn with them, to share in their grief. But Gyatso had been their son. Their long awaited beacon. He had been their hope for the future. And overcoming this together, helping one another to cope, to move forward, to let go of the pain, truly solidified their union in a singular and powerful way. Like muscles that are tested and torn, they came back stronger and more solid.

Aang remembered the first time they had really laughed again. He didn’t remember what had been so funny, but he remembered the radiance on Katara’s face, the way her early morning hair had glowed around the edges in the sunshine from the window, and her eyes had sparkled at him. And his heart had expanded for her, fuller than it could hold. Come what may, he wanted to be with this woman every day of his life.

As life began to be a life again, the two decided to leave baby making alone for a time. If it happened, it happened, and of course they would rejoice. But they wanted to focus on just being together, just doing what they loved, and giving themselves some time.

But in the end they were both ready sooner than they expected. Aang remembered, apart from the pain, the beauty of Gyatso; he had been so small and perfect. And they had made him together. It was no disservice to his memory to want another baby.

Deep down Aang had hoped that already having gotten pregnant once would somehow jump-start the whole process for them, making the next pregnancy easier to accomplish. But as the months rolled on, and they did not get pregnant spontaneously, they decided it was time they return to the Fire Nation to work with the Fire Lord’s physician again.

One of their evenings while living at the Palace, while Zuko and Aang sat together sharing tea, Zuko had confided in Aang that Mai had actually been pregnant twice before they finally had Izumi. Both pregnancies had terminated early on, but it had been a difficult time for them. Aang had never known. No one knew. But Zuko had chosen to share it with Aang. Because he knew he could understand. Words are so often inadequate; but when someone lives through something like that, sharing in a similar grief, no words are needed. There is just understanding.

Aang knew the day that Katara suspected she was pregnant. Of course he knew it was possible, but he had tried not to get too involved in the day counting and cycle mapping – he felt it added too much pressure so he didn’t involve himself in keeping track. But that day Katara had shone, trying to hide her smile like she knew the punch line to some secret joke no one else had figured out yet. Aang, never one able to resist a good secret, had finger-walked along her waist, pulling her against him and nibbled her ear making her laugh. “Come on, Katara. I know you’re hiding something from me…” She had laughed again and kissed him soundly. “Perhaps, Papa, it is time to leave the Fire Nation now!”

Like last time, their days of pregnancy were filled with joy. Although this time there was a small apprehensive undertone that stalked the outskirts of their joy -- a niggling worry that perhaps they would lose this baby too. But for the most part, Aang and Katara rejoiced in their coming child. They trying hard not to let past sorrow mar their anticipation. Their midwife had told them that Gyatso’s death had been an unfortunate tragedy, but it had been no one’s fault. In her opinion, there was no reason to suspect that something like that would happen again.

They chose names again: if a girl, she would be Kya, of course; for a boy they decided on Bumi. At first Katara had been a little reticent about naming their son after the crazy old King of Omashu. But when she realized the depth of how much it mean to Aang, she was happy to acquiesce. Although now the unbelievable age of one hundred and twenty years old, King Bumi was still kicking, and Aang’s attachment to the man was stronger than Katara had realized. With the exception of Appa, Bumi was Aang’s one living connection to his childhood. Bumi had lived when the Air Nomads were still around; perhaps he would even see them return…

They had debated a bit on where to birth the baby. The South Pole had been considered, but frankly it was just too cold, even in summer. Of course women who lived there had their babies there, and Katara had grown up there so she should be used to it, but now, having been away for so many years, even Katara found the cold uncomfortable. Given the choice? She preferred to deliver in a warmer climate. They had also considered an Air Temple, most likely Aang’s home temple in the South. Aang liked the idea of being so high, but ultimately they felt it was too remote. What if something happened? They would be at least a day’s flight away from anywhere and simply inaccessible for anyone to come to them. So in the end they had decided to stay at the island in Yue Bay.

Originally both Aang and Katara felt a little uncomfortable with delivering their second baby in the same place their first had died. But it was Toph who came in with a level head stating frankly that they were “being complete idiots” and that “bad things happened but it’s not the damn place’s fault”. So they had decided to deliver at home again.

Aang had wanted to build another story to their house, for the sole purpose of being closer to the sky; but Katara had called him a superstitious airhead and shot down the idea. She would be fine in their room on the second floor. Aang had bashfully agreed, but also jokingly promised to one day build a soaring tower on that island for her to deliver all the rest of their babies in!

By the time Katara was nearing time for delivery, it had been two years since Gyatso’s birth and five years since they had gotten married. The two were more than impatient to finally, finallybe parents.

Unlike last time when Katara’s labor had started in the morning and lasted all day, her delivery ending in the evening, this time Katara was woken in the dark hours of the night, not long after the pair had gone to bed. Unbeknownst to Aang, Katara had labored for some time alone, not wanting to disturb him. But as the contractions became difficult to breathe through and knowing that the midwife would need some time to arrive, Katara had finally woken Aang and asked him to send for her.

After two seconds of grogginess, Aang had shot to his feet, instantly awake. “What?! Now!!?” He had speed-ran to the dormitory to wake Ling, one of his most trusted Acolytes, asking her to take Appa and go for the midwife. Then he had speed-ran back to his wife’s side, startling her with his sudden reappearance.

“Aang! For crying out loud! You scared me.”

“I’m sorry, Katara. I can’t help it. I’m just so… well wound up. I can’t tell if I’m excited or just anxious.” A shadow of uncertainly clouded in his eyes. He sat by her side, and carefully took her hands in his, “Do you… do you think its going to be okay this time?”

Katara had to wait through a contraction before she could respond, but when she felt reprieve again, she turned her clear blue eyes on him, and breathing hard she admitted, “I don’t know… but I hope so…”

Gran Gran, who had moved in with them as Katara’s delivery approached, came in looking groggy and a bit grumbly. “I’ve never figured out why babies so often decide that the middle of the night is the best time to come into the world!”

Things progressed quickly, far quicker than with Katara’s first birth. Aang had expected hours of walking the island or massaging Katara’s back, but by the time Katara had woken anyone up, things were already in fast motion. Before he knew it, Katara was sweating hard and resisting the urge to push. Gran Gran took charge, getting Katara into position and barking orders to Aang, who was so nervous and excited he could hardly think strait. The midwife isn’t even here yet!He thought as panic began to flit furiously in his stomach.

“The blanket, Aang! The blanket! Bring it to me.” Gran Gran ordered.

Aang fought to keep his wits amid his concern, pulling himself together to do as Gran Gran ordered. The sky outside was just beginning to lighten as Katara began to push, gritting her teeth, and breathing hard in sporadic intervals. Aang allowed Katara to strangle his arm with both of her hands while his other arm supported her around her back.

“The baby is coming, Katara Darling…” Gran Gran had coaxed, “Just one more good push.”

The great battle cry of women, the same one heard since the beginning of time, escaped Katara’s lips, the sound hanging in the air. And then the baby appeared, dark haired and ruddy, caught carefully in Gran Gran’s withered, experienced hands. A long moment passed. Aang feeling that he would suffocate in the silence.

And then a long, emphatic baby cry broke the air.

A sob burst from Aang’s chest; he was sure that he had never heard a sound more beautiful than that baby cry! In that moment he could see why the Air Nomad’s had put such importance on that first breath – his child’s soul had arrived, and it was here to stay. He looked on in wonder and gratitude so immense he felt he would burst. There was his baby, his son, Bumi!, wiggling and screaming in Gran Gran’s hand as she wrapped him expertly in the blanket.

Aang looked at Katara, she was crying too. And he kissed her, brushing her hair lovingly off her forehead, praising her, telling her what an amazing job she had done! She just sobbed louder, crying with all the gratitude of a mother who had waited years to hear that baby cry, and now could not believe that she finally had!

But Gran Gran kept her wits about her, her mind on the needs at hand; there would be time to fall apart with joy later. “Aang. Get over here. I need you to hold the baby...”

Aang rushed over and gingerly took his wiggling son from Gran Gran, keeping him low while Gran Gran cut the cord. One red leg with toes spread wide had kicked its way out from the white blanket, and Bumi was screaming heartily. As Gran Gran turned back to her work, Aang stood and stared in wonder at his child. He wanted to speak to him; welcome him to the world. But he couldn’t find his voice. His awe nearly stopping his breath altogether.

Aang’s eyes widened in amazement, lovingly roaming over the beautiful creature in his hands, so tiny, and absolutely perfect! His mess of dark hair, his tiny fists punching the air, his one little leg that had escaped from the blanket kicking tenaciously.

Carefully Aang rewrapped Bumi, pulling that rogue leg back inside the blanket as he gently brought their baby over to where Katara sat. Happy tears streaming down her cheeks, her arms outstretched to hold their son even before Aang was within reach.

As Aang sat down next to Katara, carefully placing Bumi in her arms, a sudden burst of morning sunlight shone from over the mountain peaks in the East. Aang smiled as he watched Katara cradle their son, her long-empty arms finally filled. As their hungry son’s little mouth eagerly turned in toward his mother, Katara sighed in happiness. The sight filling Aang with a feeling like he had never quite felt before, like the universe had suddenly expanded, making room for more happiness than it could previously hold. Contentedly Aang climbed up on the bed, wrapping his arm around Katara, the other arm protectively holding around their baby, as yellow rays of sunshine lighted this now-sacred room.

The dark night had finally ended; morning had finally come, as the little family welcomed this most glorious new day!

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A/N: When I wrote that last sad story about Aang and Katara loosing their baby Gyatso, my husband made me promise to write a happier follow-up. So you have him to thank for this one; turning their mourning into morning. Hope you liked it!

Please leave a review – it always means a lot to me!

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toothedsmile · 6 years ago

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The puppeteer: Chapter five

Masterlist

Chapter five : Hero training!

Warnings: little bit of violence. I’ve decided to quickly make up a hero to use in this chapter. Don’t judge me. ;) you’ll get the joke later. I couldn’t find anything better. Also, try to catch the few references I left of something I’m really interested in at the moment.

“I-is t-t-that…!”

There he stood.

A bright red scarf that fluttered in the wind, a long blue coat wrapped around him with black accents and a fluffy looking hood. He looked at the class with a cheerful smile.

It was a hero you didn’t know. He seemed very familiar though, as if you had seen him somewhere else. Perhaps he came on the news once.

“I don’t think it is. Who is that?” said one of your fellow classmates even if they didn’t know who the person was the other thought of.

The class began to talk amongst themselves to see if anyone knew the unknown hero, none of the students could seem to fit a name to the face.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m the Skeleton hero: Void.”

As if a light bulb went on above your head you remembered where you had known this hero form.

“Excuse me! Aren’t you the hero who has the same powers as the characters from the old game ‘UNDERTALE’?”

The hero seemed pleasantly surprised that you knew this small detail.

“That is correct! I have the luck of haven gotten a quirk like the two characters Sans and Papyrus from that game!”

The other teacher that had also been waiting with your class decided to speak up and explain the situation.

“Alright everyone, this is as you’ve heard Mr.Void. He shall be your teacher for this class and perhaps others depending on your choice of classes. Yesterday you were given your sports uniform, you can use this for this class. After this talk you may go change. You will be with Mr.Void for these two hours every week. Now I hope that you all enjoy, good luck.” After finished talking the teacher vanished in a poof, leaves twirling softly onto the ground.

“Alright….Anyway! We won’t be doing our training here! We’re going to go to a special training facility for quirks in the city where we can destroy things without consequences!”

After changing uniforms he lead you all to a bus that was conveniently parked at the entrance of the school. The ride took around ten minutes, which you spend talking to your friend who didn’t know your hero teacher. You talked about his powers and a few special moves he could do.

In front of you coincidentally sat said new hero teacher, calmly listening to you talking about him. He smiled a bit as you started explaining one of his special attacks. He readied himself to stand up for his catchphrase.

“He has this special attack where he can manipulate the gravity of an enemy! He sends out like blue bones and then when he hits enough of them he says-“

“You’re blue now.”

You went deathly silent.

Slowly you head turned to the speaker, there stood Void. He was smirking lightly at you with one of his eyes completely black and the other giving of a bright blue colour that seemed to flare a bit.

You froze. While he may not be super popular he was still a hero and knowing that this hero had pretty much heard you talk about him, fawn over him was startling.

“I was sitting in front of you two and I couldn’t help myself.” He ruffled your head softly and went back to his seat.

A small poke in your ribs took you out of your small freeze moment and brought your attention to your friend who had seen the whole thing happen with amusement in their eyes.

“So,” they leaned in to our ear. “how old is he? I’d tap that.”

You snorted and gave them a soft smack on their arm for saying that.

“Search it up yourself weirdo.”

Right after having said that the bus stopped right in front of a huge building. Everyone was escorted out of the bus and into said building by Void. Once everything was taken proper care of the group was allowed to move towards the indoor training field.

“Alright! This training field is surrounded by thick concrete and metal. It was made to keep quirks inside the field and not onto civilians! We will be doing one on one battles. I f we have any more time and some of you want to try we can have a battle against me.”

The class was silent for a while before some got excited on the prospect of getting to fight against their teacher.

Void parted everyone into groups of two, a random group would be chosen and they had to fight in front of the class. This way not only Void would give advice or some constructive criticism but the students could too.

The first group went and left fast as one of them covered the other in some sort of slime that hardened seconds after touching his “enemy”.

A few more went before you and your partner, who somehow was, Ilya.

You both stood in the middle of the field looking each other right in the eye. You had no idea what to expect of him as he hadn’t told you about his quirk.

Void yelled out “Start!” And Ilya immediately went into the offense. His arms stretched out into your direction with quite a high speed, instinctively you used your strings to cover yourself. His arms gripped tightly around your small cocoon of strings, he smashed you against the ceiling and let you go. With a loud thud you fell down, luckily your strings had protected you enough. With speed you didn’t know you had you lashed out at him. Strings rushed at him connecting with his arms legs and head and other parts.

“Payback time pal.”

You twirled around, pulling all the connected strings trying to make sure that Ilya would be smashed against the wall with as much force as possible.

The wind from the connection flew around the room and right into your face.

Without hesitation you made him punch himself a few times before smashing him into the floor.

You pulled your golden strings back, they floated around you in case something would happen. The soft yellow glow they gave of shone around you, the light reflecting on your face and eyes.

The impact left a big cloud of dust, everyone’s eyes were locked onto it.

All of a sudden a big wave of wind came over you, blowing dust and small rocks into your face and eyes which shut themselves immediately as your hands came to cover them.

A big hand smashed into your side making you fly onto the wall next to the other students who all gave a small scream and walked a bit away.

You stood up as fast as possible, your heart pounded in your ears as your eyes were half closed. Everything around you seemed to sway, as if you were on the see with a few waves.

After a bit of blinking your sight became normal again and the pounding subsided to a small noise you heard occasionally.

“Y/N, I thought you said it was ‘payback time’?” His voice came from a few meters in front of you, Ilya stood there smirking at you.

You smirked right back at him, a bit mockingly as you dusted of your clothes to make it seem as if his attack didn’t do anything to you.

“Don’t worry, we’re just getting started.”

Just as the both of you were getting ready to jump at each other a small bell rang, you both stopped right as you had lifted one leg up to sprint to him with your body tilted a bit forward.

“Ah, sorry about that but it seems I forgot to say that you only have a certain amount of time.”

Void smiled as you both fell over onto your faces from the weird position you were in.

“But, you both did pretty well. If you keep this up you guys can go to U.A in the hero course.”

You and Ilya walked together to were the class was as Void instructed the next pair.

Exhausted you both sat down on the ground with big sighs.

You looked at Ilya and he looked back at you, smiling you held up a fist.

“You were pretty cool out there, I can’t wait till we do this again.”

He smiled at you, he lifted up his fist and bumped it into yours softly. The corner of his eyes crinkled as his smile got brighter, making yours do the same.

“So were you. But the next time I’ll be the one who’ll win and there won’t be a draw.”

Letting your fist fall you snorted. “Right. You can try but I’ll put up a big fight before you even get close to winning.”

You kept exchanging fun banter with Ilya, waiting until the others had finished their fight. As you both talked you gave each other some advice and ideas for what the other could do with their quirk.

He had given you the idea to try moving somebody or something with less strings, instead of using each string for every joint he asked if you could control things with one string.

It seemed like a nice idea but you didn’t think you could do that as it was already pretty hard to control something with ten strings let alone with one.

While you were busy talking you never noticed the looks your friend F/N got when they saw you actually talk with someone.

Sadly enough after everyone finished with their fights there wasn’t enough time for the class to fight Void. Though he had said that eventually they could try to make an attempt in any of the following classes, it didn’t matter if it was with his knowledge or a surprise attack from the class. He said that it might be a good exercise for the class on teamwork.

The day afterwards went by pretty fast and eventually you went home, ate and went to bed.

As you were laying in bed thought about what Ilya had said about your strings. Looking down at your hand you made a string appear and led it to your teddy bear from years ago. Having connected the string to the back of the bear your tried making it move it’s arm. It required a lot of concentration but eventually you saw a small twitch, the arm had moved a bit. You sat up with excitement and concentrated harder on making the arm move, your eyes squinting in concentration as you bit your lip. Eventually you managed to have it lift the arm a few centimetres but it took a lot out of you. Once your index finger had stared aching you decided that it was enough for today and went to sleep.

Your dreams somehow filled with a guy with red hair with a doll like appearance. Your fantasy could get a bit out of hand. Though you didn’t mind even one bit.

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter! School is getting closer for me and i don't feel like going ;-;

Chapter isn't fully edited so there might be some mistakes

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cliban · 6 years ago

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Shattered SOULs: Chapter 1

WOOOO! I did it. I'm really proud of this one, and at the end, three characters made cameos. Cybercore Temmie belongs to XenomorphicDragon! Wolfdog/The irritating cat belongs to @wolfgirl55stuff (Streamtale) And Hawkguard belongs to @luna-shimizu Table of contents: https://www.deviantart.com/bellae99/journal/Shattered-SOULs-Table-of-contents-plus-characters-802585184 Prologue: https://www.deviantart.com/bellae99/art/Shattered-SOULs-Prologue-801887025 Keep reading for the story

Peppy blinked. Her brown hair was spread across her face like threads of spilled yarn. Where was she? The ground was cold and wet underneath her, her arms were on her chest, palms facing upwards, and her legs were perfectly straight. She was lying down. In mud. Then she remembered to breathe and sat straight up, propping herself up with her hands. Mud squelched through her fingers, oozing onto the ground.

Memories started filling her mind and her magenta eyes widened as she realised what had happened. Was she….. outside the Barrier? A chill ran down her spine as she took in her surroundings. A lush forest spread out like a green carpet below her, rolling into cities, and finally to the ocean, which gleamed with the setting sun. She looked behind her, and saw what she had dreaded. The Barrier.

“No…. no!” She scrambled up, wiping her palms on her blue pants as she went. “Lagoon! Lagoon? Are you there?” She pressed her hands against the Barrier. “Please come back….” she whispered. She looked back into the Underground and saw only an orangey flower, faced away from her. Purple columns surrounded the Barrier’s sides, stretching up into an arch. Beyond was the flower….. and nothing else.

A single petal fluttered off of the flower, spiralling towards her. She dropped her knees and caught it. It was soft against the orange sunlight. She swallowed and, despite her efforts not to, started to cry, tears welling up in her eyes, and spilling down her cheeks. A single drop landed on the petal, a glistening diamond bathing in a sea of orange.

Sound had ceased to exist, and so she was startled when a voice groaned. “Ugh…. Peppy, did we just really-” Peppy whipped her head around. “Lagoon!” she cried out, and struggled to her feet, stumbling to help Lagoon, also known as Chara, to his feet.

Lagoon brushed himself off and surveyed the distance. He looked magnificent, silhouetted by the setting sun, his loose robe billowing slightly in the wind. His cheeks glowed green, his emotion-read for happiness, and Peppy sighed.

Lagoon turned to her. “What is it- Oh. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.” His cheeks glowed orange in alarm and his eyes widened. “Peppy - is the Barrier not-” Peppy shook her head. “It’s not broken.”

His cheeks turned pink, and his eyes turned hollow, a drop of black oozing from the corner of his mouth. “All we worked for- Gone? All gone!? And it’s not my fault!” He stamped his foot, splashing mud on the low-hanging corner of his robe, and Peppy stepped back. “Lagoon, calm down-” “No! I don’t think I will! Everything these past few weeks have been about has been lost, and where are we? In a worse position than before!” He punched the rock beside them. “Lagoon! Calm yourself!” Peppy raised her voice.

Lagoon looked at her, his eyes glinting. “Peppy! Look! What have we accomplished?” Peppy put her hands on her hips. “We’re out of the Underground. And I have a plan.” Lagoon’s cheeks softened a little, and his eyes glowed reddish. “Really…..?” Peppy clasped her hands. “Really.”

They started walking down to the city. “So how is it gonna work?” Peppy grinned. “Well, my dear Lagoon…..” she whispered something almost inaudible into Lagoon’s ear, and he looked at her incredulously. “Where are you going to get a SOUL?” Peppy smiled condescendly. “I move in mysterious ways, Lagoon. Let’s go!”

They made their way out of the forest and into a bustling city. It grew steadily taller as they progressed, streets gradually becoming busier, the world losing its colour and washing out into tall, grey buildings. Peppy started weaving among a throng of people, and Lagoon scowled as he followed, walking through people. Eventually, he hovered above the heads.

Peppy brushed against a person and stepped to the side, slipping into an alley. Lagoon followed and opened his mouth to speak, but Peppy waved a hand through his head. He shut up and Peppy gestured towards the end of the alley.

Someone was dying there. Lagoon could tell. He floated towards the dark mass, and knelt beside it. Peppy raced up to him and rolled the body over. “Oh no,” she whispered. “Hello?” But it was too late. The blue haired boy had bled out.

Lagoon shook Peppy’s shoulder. “Come on! We can get the SOUL!” Peppy stared in horror at him. “We can’t just…. he just…” Lagoon snarled impatiently and Peppy snapped to her senses and grabbed the hovering red SOUL. “Let’s just go, ok, Lagoon?”

They trudged back into the forest and battled their way to Mt. Ebott. “So Lagoon,” Peppy started. “Why did you climb up the mountain?” Lagoon grimaced. “I wanted to take a look at where the monsters were. Then it started raining, and I ran into the cave. And…. I tripped. Fell in. It hurt.”

Peppy giggled. “Why did you climb it?” Lagoon asked. Peppy stopped in her tracks and lost her easy going smile. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Lagoon raised an eyebrow. “Come on, tell. I told you my reason!”

“.... It was because I was being stupid. I thought nobody loved me. Ok?” Peppy stormed up ahead, leaving Lagoon to cover his mouth and curse himself for being silly. “Peppy, wait!”

Peppy only stopped as her phone rang. “Hello?” Cloak’s accent floated into the air. “heya kiddo.” Peppy stopped short. “Cloak! I didn’t kill Asgore! It was that damned flower! Is Dr G with you?” Cloak sounded hesitant. “uh. yeah?” There were sounds of the phone being passed around. “Yes, Miss Frisk?” Peppy snorted. “You know not to call me that. Are the human SOULs still around?” Wing Dings Gaster, affectionately known as Goofster by his friends, inhaled sharply. “Yes? They are.” Peppy nodded affirmatively. “Alright. Get to the RUINs, and I’ll be down shortly.” Goofster frowned audibly. “Uh- ok, but wh-” Peppy ended the call, waited for Lagoon to catch up, and ran off towards the cave, leaving their silent watcher behind.

Peppy skidded to a stop at the edge of the massive drop. “Hello?” Her voice echoed down, bouncing around the damp walls and rebounding at her. “We’re here!” The voice of Goofster echoed up to them. “Ok! Coming down!” Holding her breath, Peppy jumped.

“HUH? HUMAN FRISK!” Jejune, speaking in his trademark Papyrus Font, shielded his eyesockets, looked up, and hurriedly slowed her fall by turning her SOUL blue. Gently lowering her to the ground, he rushed forward. “ARE YOU OK?” He rushed forward and picked her up. “I’m fine, Jejune.” Peppy was placed down and Lagoon floated down after her. “That was incredibly brave or incredibly stupid,” he commented, and Peppy glared at him.

“RIGHT! LET’S GO! NYEHEHEH!” Jejune picked Peppy up, put her on his shoulders, and raced off. Cloak and Goofster looked at each other, shrugged, and stepped onto their respective Gaster Blasters. They acted as helpers for experiments and small testers. They were also capable of holding the skeletons, and were happy to be used as transport. Goofster put his arms behind his back and Lizzy, his blaster, zoomed off. His coat billowed out behind him, whirling into a white cloud.

They arrived at the capitol quickly, Goofster and Cloak trailing behind Jejune and Peppy. They stepped up to the steps of the castle and knocked. The great stone doors swung open, revealing a room with gigantic windows, light streaming in ribbons onto the carpet of titian flowers.

Vines crawled up the walls, but despite the lush undergrowth, the throne room was inhabited. A large goat monster stood in the very center of the room, glaring at the throne in front of her. Her back was turned, but Peppy could tell she was wearing her classic, ankle-length, violet robe with its white hem and pink ribbons flying from the wrist. Her light rose boots were dusted with a light covering of orange pollen, and her brown backpack was discarded in a corner. One of her ears flopped backwards, displaying a scar nestled in the fluff of her fur.

Goofster coughed politely, and the queen turned around, a frown marring her normally kind face. The glowing heart shape on her chest was a dark maroon, signalling anger. “What do you wa- Peppy!” Flame rushed forward, sweeping Cloak and Jejune aside, and scooped Peppy into her arms. Nestled between her arms and her chest, which was now a warm green, Peppy snuggled further into her adopted mother’s arms. “My child, are you hurt?”

Without waiting for a reply, Flame checked Peppy’s stats. She gently put her down, and turned to the skeletons with a look of anger on her face. “She’s hurt! You should have healed her when you had the chance!” Goofster bowed a little. “My apologies, your majesty, I-” “Don’t ‘your majesty’ me!” thundered Flame. Phantom cowered beside Cloak, who remained perfectly still, staring intensely at the queen. Peppy shyly tugged the edge of Flame’s robe. Flame whirled to face her and knelt. “Is there anything you need, my child?”

Peppy shook her head. “No, mum. I’m just saying, they didn’t know. I… I have to do something. Can you take me to see the SOULs?” Flame cupped Peppy’s cheek with one soft paw. “Alright, my child. Once you’ve healed and rested.” Peppy internally rolled her eyes, but agreed. Lagoon stood in the corner of the Judgement hall, observing.

Peppy stayed the night, and woke at exactly 3:45am. She quietly moved the bedcovers out of the way and tiptoed to the window. She swished the curtains aside and looked out at the artificially moonlit city. Two whispers caught her attention and she stuck her head out the window to see two familiar figures making their way past the castle and heading to the park.

One was tall, and lean, with fanned ears and a high ponytail. The other was about to her hip, with rows upon rows of head spikes, a hunched posture, and stubby little limbs that would have been recognizable anywhere. Oak and Minerva. Peppy whistled and Oak whipped her head to see Peppy waving wildly at her. “Punk?” she muttered, and, pointing her out to Minerva, started making her way over. “What are you doing back down here?” she called up. Peppy shrugged. “I’m here to free you all.” Minerva remained silent.

“That sounds excellent. How are you planning to do that?” Peppy folded her arms. “Not telling.” Lagoon mumbled and turned in his sleeping position on his bed. “What are you two doing out at 3am?” Minerva peeped her head up beside the window. “N-nothing.” Peppy sighed. “Alright. See you two tomorrow. Have fun on your date!”

Ignoring Minerva’s protests, she shut the curtains and headed back to sleep.

She woke again at 7:00am, and jumped up to see Flame cooking breakfast. “I’m so glad you’re awake! I thought it must have been a dream when my darling child made her way back here.” Peppy grinned. “I’m glad to see you too, mum!” Flame turned with a stack of steaming pancakes on a plate in one hand. Peppy’s mouth watered at the sight of it.

Peppy scarfed it all down, Lagoon staring jealously at the food, and Flame laughing and telling her to slow down. Once she was finished, Peppy jumped up and started bouncing excitedly. “Come on, come on, let’s go!!!!” Flame laughed, and obliged Peppy by taking her to the SOULs.

They were in front of the Barrier, looking out at the sun and the overworld. Lagoon floated to the nearest, the patience SOUL, and looked at Peppy. Peppy nodded, and unscrewed the jar. The SOUL floated out, humming, and shining with an iridescent cyan glow. Flame started to say something, but Peppy touched the SOUL.

It melted into a thousand particles and flowed into her arm.

Her SOUL felt as if it were on fire.

Then the burning stopped, and Peppy straightened. She felt strong, empowered. A mark in the shape and colour of the SOUL appeared on her arm.

She repeated the process, exhausting herself.

Soon she had seven tattoos on her arm. She swallowed, and looked at Flame. “I can break the Barrier,” she announced, and Flame stared at her, flabbergasted.

There were thousands of monsters at the breaking of the Barrier, including a cat-like monster with green eyes, yellow fur, and orange markings, who went by Wolf, a Temmie with a dark grey chestplate with light blue glowing markings that went into wires that attached to bracelets on its wrists, a hawk-like humanoid with plain clothes, yet with obvious muscles behind her feathers, and a few others that, like the afore mentioned, flickered a lot.

Peppy could feel the eyes burning into her as she reached out a hand. Murmurs ran around the crowd, the main ones being ‘We’re going to be free’, and ‘Our saviour’. Tears welled in Peppy’s eyes as she reached out a hand to touch the Barrier…. And the last thing she saw before fading blackness, was the Barrier cracking, bending, and finally shattering under her touch.

#shattered souls #undertale #undertale au #creatortale #frisk #peppy

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advocatewrites-blog · 7 years ago

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Into the Unknown Part 4 Chapter 2

Into the Unknown

Fandom: Undertale, Coraline (book), Over the Garden Wall, Paranorman, Gravity Falls (season 2)

Characters: Frisk, Norman B., Dipper P., Mabel P., Coraline J., Wirt, Greg, the Cat, the Frog; Sans, Toriel, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Asgore,; the Other Mother, the Beast, Agatha P., Bill Cipher, Asriel D., Chara D.,

Pairings: Not the focus. Alphys/Undyne, with mentions of Papyrus/Mettaton, sans/Toriel/Asgore, and Wirt/Sara. Due to the nature of Undertale and the dating segments, there is also interpretable Papyrus/Wirt, Undyne/Mabel, Alphys/Dipper, Napstablook/Norman, Mettaton/Norman, Mettaton/Mabel, Sans/Dipper, Sans/Norman, and Sans/Greg.

Rated a high +K for violence, mild language, horrific elements that may be disturbing to younger readers, mentions of child abuse and bullying, character death that is sometimes permanent, and mentions of suicide that may be triggering. These elements remain relatively unchanged from their source material, which most all are for children, but discretion is advised nonetheless.

Disclaimer: Undertale was created and owned by Toby Fox. Coraline was created by Neil Gaiman and owned by Bloomsbury and Laika. Over the Garden Wall was created by Patrick McHale and owned by Cartoon Network. Paranorman was created by Sam Fell and Chris Butler and owned by Laika. Gravity Falls was created by Alex Hirsch and owned by Disney. Any other work mentioned or homage are property of their respective owners. This is a fan-made, nonprofit work that only seeks to entertain. Please support the original franchises.

The hallway outside of the Ruins was a lot longer than either of them had expected. It was too dimly lit for either of them to see quite clearly, and the damp chill of caverns only grew as they walked. There was only one clear beacon of light as another chasm opened above them.

In the beacon of light, there sat a flower.

“I bet you think you’re real clever, don’t cha?” said Flowey. “Saving your goat mom like that?”

Both of them were still rattled from the fight, so the most Dipper could really do was stomp on Flowey. It burrowed back underground before his foot hit the ground.

“Tell me,” said Flowey as he popped up behind them. “What do you think you would have done if you hadn’t saved her? What will happen if you meet someone you can’t spare?”

“We’re not here to fight anyone!” said Dipper.

“Oh? So why are you here, then?”

Mabel sent Dipper a concerned looked. The two fell silent. That was all that Flowey wanted to hear.

“You don’t know,” said Flowey in realization. “Don’t worry, my little monarchs. You’re not the ones I’m looking for. And maybe once you stop that goody two-shoes act, we can agree on something.”

Flowey burrowed back underground, leaving them alone.

“What was that about?” Mabel asked.

“I’m not sure…” said Dipper. “Mabel, what were we doing when we came down here?”

Mabel hummed as she thought.

“The last thing I remember was being at the Shack,” she said.

“Same with me,” said Dipper. “Do you think maybe something paranormal brought us here?”

“I mean, we are in a world of magic and monsters,” said Mabel. “Nothing’s out of the question.”

“Then we better get to work,” said Dipper.

Chapter 2

They didn’t talk much after they were reunited. It was too late to make any real plans, too dark to look at the map Frisk had gotten, and they were too tired to think clearly.

It was early when they started to talk again. The sun had barely risen above the mountains that surrounded them, but it was light enough that Frisk could read the map.

None of the mountains surrounding them were Mt. Ebott.

“These are not normal woodlands,” said the Cat. “Perhaps you can try finding another monster here?”

Frisk nodded.

“Then I suggest we try to avoid gnomes.”

He jumped out of his skin when he saw the white bone. A skull sat in the hoodie. Attached to the rest of it was a skeleton. Two pinpricks of light hovered in the eye sockets, as close to pupils as it could get.

“alright. go ahead and take your choice. don’t got enough g on me to keep restocking.”

The skeleton monster gave a vague gesture to a set of lamps sitting by the checkpoint station, and what fear Dipper had faded into confusion.

“Why do you just have human shaped lamps?” Dipper asked.

“ya better make it quick,” the skeleton said. “my bro’s gonna be here in a few minutes and he’s a human hunting fanatic.”

Dipper’s eyes widened as he put together what he meant, and dove behind one of the lamps that had a shade of a long cone. Mabel fell right behind him, and hid behind her own lamp.

“SANS!”

“sup bro?”

Mabel poked her head out from the lampshade. “Oh, he’s cute!”

Dipper looked up just long enough to see the other addresser.

“He’s a skeleton,” said Dipper.

“You say that like it’ll stop me,” said Mabel.

“SANS? ARE THOSE HUMANS?”

The twins froze. Slowly, they both poked their heads out from the lampshade.

“sure, bro,” said the shorter skeleton. His skeletal smile was as thick as ever (and Dipper noted in the back of his mind that it didn’t move when he spoke), but there was a hint of frustration in his tone that Dipper could not quite place why.

��GOOD JOB!! I GUESS THERE IS MERIT TO STARING AT THESE LAMPS ALL DAY!!!” The taller skeleton turned to the twins. “ATTENTION HUMANS! !!YOU SHALL NOT PASS THIS AREA! !! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL CAPTURE YOU!!! PROCEED…ONLY IF YOU DARE!!!”

He ran off, his laugh growing more and more distant.

“sorry bout that,” said the shorter skeleton. “name’s sans, by the way.”

He offered Dipper a hand up. Dipper noted the pink whoopee cushion hidden under his phalanges and decided to pull himself back up.

“Human hunting?” Dipper asked. “So you’re trying to hunt us down?”

“nah. he won’t hurt a fly,” said sans. “he’ll just fight you and give you awful puzzles to solve. i’ll keep an eyesocket out for you kids.”

sans walked off into the other direction as his brother. Dipper waited until he could not see him anymore to talk.

“Who just has a dozen people-shaped lamps waiting out in the middle of the forest?” He asked.

“The same kind of person who keeps hot dogs under his stand,” said Mabel as she rose. “And the kind of person I wanna be friends with. Want one?”

Dipper took one without thinking. His mind was racing.

Sans was not all that surprised to see the two humans in the world of monsters. He had gone through the trouble of special ordering several human-shaped lamps and dragging them out into the snow and forest. He had been expecting them.

“sans definitely knows something,” said Dipper as he took a bite of his hot dog. “Let’s try and figure out what.”

“Sounds like a plan, plan man!”

It was then that Dipper realized whatever he put into his mouth was not hot dog meat.

They find the boyband first. Frisk vaguely recalled seeing them on TV at one point, so it’s a bit of a surprise to find them in a magical forest. They thought about asking them whether or not they knew anything about the Kingdom of Monsters, but decide against it after they have to talk one of them out of eating a pinecone.

The boyband was not the only humans they found in the forest. They stumbled upon a campsite, where the only difference between its two occupants is the numbers on their hats. They did not know where Mt. Ebott was, but they were kind enough to show them where the other magical places in the forest are and offered their campsite if they couldn’t find a place for the night.

They find the gnomes again. They weren’t helpful.

It was late in the afternoon when something interesting happened. They only ventured in to town for a few moments, for Frisk to buy some food with what money they had left. It was only a packet of jerky from a vending machine, but it was enough until they can figure something else out. They wandered off to one of the prettier spots in the woods, settled down on a log, opened the packet…

The forest rumbled. Birds flew and gnomes ran away. Soundwaves shook the trees and cause ripples in the stream. The earth shook as something raced closer.

The Manutaur approaches.

Frisk ACTS without thinking, and held the jerky packed out in front of them. The fight stopped instantly.

“Not going to fight back, tiny human?” The manutaur asked as he poured jerky down his throat.

Frisk shook their head and shrugged.

“I believe they would like to talk to you instead,” said the Cat. “They are looking for a way into a kingdom of monsters. It should be hidden in the mountains.”

The manutaur hummed in thought. “Climb onto my backhairs. I’ll take you to meet with High Council.”

“I think I’ll pass,” said the Cat.

Frisk climbed aboard, and let the cat jumped onto their shoulders. The Manutaur sped off.

“HE’S…WELL…HE’S A BIG FUZZY PUSHOVER!” said Papyrus. “EVERYBODY LOVES THAT GUY! I AM CERTAIN IF YOU JUST SAY…’EXCUSE ME, MR. DREEMURR, CAN I PLEASE GO HOME?’ HE’LL GUIDE YOU RIGHT TO THE BARRIER HIMSELF! ANYWAY!!! THAT’S ENOUGH TALKING!!! I’LL BE AT HOME BEING A COOL FRIEND!!! LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU WANT TO GO ON THAT DATE!!!”

Papyrus ran through them back to his house, a movement that was at best a mix of running, skipping, and floating. His laughter faded off in the distance.

Dipper hardly noticed. His mind was abuzz with the new information, trying to put together what Papyrus had said to the theories he had already crafted into his head.

He hardly even noticed the last thing Papyrus had said, until he looked over at Mabel and saw the look in her eyes.

“You want to go on a date with him right away?” Dipper asked.

“Why not?” said Mabel. “He said we can visit whenever we want for that date!”

“Your date,” Dipper said.

“And what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know! I think there was a restaurant in town…”

“I bet if you go with me you’d be able to talk to sans about whatever nerdy stuff you wanna talk about,” said Mabel.

Dipper opened his mouth to argue, but close it just as quickly. That was actually a good point.

“Just promise me you won’t call my thing a date,” said Dipper.

“Can’t! Let’s go!”

It was a long and hard-fought training montage that lasted the whole day. But eventually, Frisk was accepted by the Mautaurs. They gave them bits of leather armor that did not really fit them, a spear made of bone and stone that reminded them of Papyrus and Undyne, and some neat temporary tattoos. They were sent on their way to conquer the Multibear.

“And we shall go with you to make sure you don’t botch this like Destructor did,” said Pituitor.

But Frisk knew they weren’t going to Fight the Multibear, much less conquer it. Hopefully the other Manutaurs would be cool with that too.

The Multibear lived on the other side of the mountain range. Frisk scaled it the way the Mautaurs had taught them. They entered the cave. The Manutaurs were right behind them.

The sounds of roars alerted Frisk to the location of the Multibear before their eyes could fully adjust to the darkness. The Multibear emerged from the shadows.

“Bear heads! Quiet!” The biggest head of the Multibear snapped. “So, the Manutaurs have seen fit to send to me another human.”

“Yeah, because you SUCK!” Gronk shouted from outside.

The bear head growled again, but stopped as it was slapped.

Frisk nodded enthusiastically. They put their spear down to sign.

“I am afraid I do not speak the language of Hands,” said the Multibear.

“Then allow me to translate,” said the Cat as he emerged from a stalagmite. “They want to ask you for directions.”

There was a loud groan from the Manutaurs outside. The Cat ignored it.

“They wish to find the Kingdom of Monsters,” said the Cat.

“You would provoke the ire of the Manutaurs just to find it?” asked the Multibear.

Frisk nodded.

“Then you must be very lost,” said the Multibear. “Very well. I will tell you what I know.”

Papyrus’ house was a unique mixture of old, clashing furniture, and surfaces so clean it was hard to believe that they had ever held dust. In a lot of ways, it reminded Dipper of the Mystery Shack. He took a seat on the couch and started to flip through a book on quantum physics.

“Wow! How’d you get your sink so high?”

Shoved in between the pages was a joke book, just a little smaller than the textbook. Curious, Dipper took that out.

“DO YOU LIKE IT?! I MADE IT TALLER SO I CAN STORE MORE BONES UNDERNEATH. TAKE A LOOK!!!”

The joke book had been hollowed out to hold another book on quantum physics. Dipper took it out and opened it up.

“WHAT?!?! CATCH THAT MEDDLING CANINE!”

Dipper looked up long enough from the books to watch the small Pomeranian from before rush through the kitchen and out the door.

“CURSES!”

The sound of a sad trombone filled the house.

“SANS!! STOP PLAUGING MY LIFE WITH INCIDENTAL MUSIC AND COME HELP ME ENTERTAIN THESE HUMANS!”

“oh, what?” sans’ voice echoed from the top of the stairs.

“YES! THE TALLER HUMAN AND I WERE PLANNING ON GOING TO MY ROOM AND DOING…WHATEVER IT IS PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY GO ON DATES! COULD YOU PERHAPS ENTERTAIN THE SHORTER ONE???”

“I’m shorter than Mabel by, like, an inch!” said Dipper.

There was a lingering pause upstairs, as sans thought about what had been asked.

“sure thing bro,”

There was the sound of a closing door upstairs, and the front door swung open.

“sorry bro,” said sans. “just wanted to make sure i got my date clothes on.”

The only thing Dipper noticed that was different were his socks, now matching.

“GREAT!! COME ALONG THEN, HUMAN!!! HAVE FUN ON YOUR DATE, SANS!!!”

Mabel wriggled her eyebrows at Dipper as she rushed upstairs with Papyrus. Dipper tried his best to ignore her.

*DATING START!

“So, uh…” Dipper started. He made a vague gesture to the books on his lap.

“oh yeah,” said sans. “paps got that one for me. i made a few of my own modifications, of course, but i don’t think he’s gotten the joke yet.”

Silence fell between the two as Dipper tried to think of what to say next.

“DON’T THINK YOU’VE BESTED ME YET!!!” Papyrus’ voice rang from upstairs. “I’VE NEVER BEEN BEATING AT DATING AND I NEVER WILL!!”

“Hey, sans,” said Dipper. “Do you know anything about a talking flower?”

The atmosphere grew heavy. sans’ grin tightened, and for a second Dipper felt a shiver up his spine.

“the echo flowers in waterfall, right?” sans asked. “didn’t think you had made it that far.”

“We haven’t,” said Dipper. “I mean a small golden flower that talks back at you, not just an echo.”

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THE HIDDEN POWER OF THIS OUTFIT!”

sans was silent for a moment. He shifted in his seat so he could look Dipper in the eyes. His smile had grown bigger, but Dipper was not entirely sure that was a good thing.

“I have a question for you kid…how did you end up in the Underground?”

“I don’t know. Mabel and I just kind of ended up here,” said Dipper. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. And I think that flower might have something to do with it.”

“RIGHT! BUT OH SO WRONG! THIS AIN’T ANY PLAIN OL’ PASTA!! THIS IS AN ARTISAN’S WORK!!! SILKEN SPAGHETTI FINLEY AGED IN AN OAKEN CAST, THEN COOKED BY ME, MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS!!!”

“And I think you might know something about it,” Dipper finished.

The lights in sans’s eyesockets went out. Dipper fought the urge to jump back and run. Phalanges tapped on the sofa, forming a melodic pattern.

“What makes you think that, bucko?”

Dipper swallowed in a vain attempt to stop his voice from cracking before he spoke.

“Who orders a set of human-shaped lamps and leaves them out in the forest?”

“AUGH!!! URGH!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

“Should we do something about that?” Dipper asked.

“nah, they’re probably fine.” said sans. “but you know…you may be on to something kiddo. tell you what; you tell me more about that flower, i’ll tell you more about the other humans. deal?”

“Fine.” said Dipper.

“great. i’ll keep an eyesocket out for you, kid.”

sans stood from the couch and walked out the front door again. Dipper did not have a chance to question it before Mabel came downstairs.

“How’d it go?” he asked.

“I dunno,” said Mabel as she plopped onto the couch. “I mean he dumped me, but that was the best date I’ve ever been on.”

Dipper decided it was not worth it to point out that all of her other dates were with a group of gnomes, a merman, a psychic brat currently in jail, and the guy on the $10 bill.

“How’d talking to sans go?” Mabel asked.

“I might be onto something,” Dipper said. “There’s a lot more going on in the Underground that we don’t know about.”

Author’s Note: Compared to Coraline, Wirt, Greg, and even Norman to an extent, the Pines twins know what they’re doing. They’re ready to solve some mysteries and rewrite history.

#Fic #Into the Unknown #Undertale #Gravity Falls #Dipper Pines #Mabel Pines #Flowey #Frisk #the Cat #sans #Papyrus #featured

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papytonpropaganda · 8 years ago

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Monster Crushers

Prompt: Underswap, Happstablook and Undyne teasing each other about their crushes Words: 823 Requested by @leafiu!!

“Y-You totally like her.”

“Shut up, ya little pink punk. I do not!”

“You do!” cried Happstablook triumphantly. “I’ve seen the way you get around her. All b-blushing and tongue-tied… it’s s-so obvious. You love Alphys!”

Undyne nearly snapped her pliers in half. “Say one more word, and I’ll turn this body into scrap metal and it’ll never see the light of day,” she threatened.

But Happstablook knew she wasn’t being serious; their friendship was too strong for Undyne to ever consider hurting him that way.

Undyne’s blush faded away as she focused on a particularly difficult section of wiring for Happstablook’s new robotic body she was building.

Happstablook slowly floated toward her until he was right next to her ear. “U-Undyne! Alphys is coming and she needs your help!”

“What?! Where?! What?!” The pliers went flying as Undyne jumped up in a panic. Then she narrowed her eyes as she realized the lab was empty except for her and Happstablook. “Happs! You son of a—you’re lucky you’re incorporeal or I’d turn your little ghost ass into mincemeat!”

Happstablook flew back out of Undyne’s reach, giggling wildly. “I knew it!” Then they settled down a bit. “Y-You know, you should really ask her out. She might like you back. In fact, I think she does. I could ask her for you.”

“Oh, hell no.” Undyne retrieved her pliers and went back to work. “Don’t even think about it, or I will scrap this body.”

Happstablook sighed and descended until he was floating right above the table where she was working. “Okay, fine.”

Just then, the doors to the lab opened, and a tall, lanky skeleton wearing a wrinkled orange sweatshirt trudged in.

Undyne did not miss the gray blush that was slowly creeping up on Happstablook’s face.

But for now, she ignored it. “Hey, Papyrus. Did ya need something? I’m trying to build Happs’ body right now, but as soon as I’m finished with this bit of wiring, I can help.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I just wondered if you wanted a smoke or something.” Papyrus held out a package of weed.

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Okay. Guess I should head back to Snowdin before Sans comes chasing after me,” he said almost boredly. Then he noticed the little ghost hovering nearby, and a small smile lit up his face. “Oh, hey, Happs. How’s it going?”

Happstablook’s blush grew deeper, and they could only avoid the skeleton’s gaze and wave a little before phasing back through the wall in a panic.

He could hear Papyrus’s chuckle through the wall. “Alright, guess I’ll see you around, Undyne. I really fish I could stay longer.”

“I literally hate you.”

“Oh, come on, you’re smiling.”

“That was the most awful pun I’ve ever heard, and if you ever say it again, you’re gonna find yourself missing a few phalanges.”

“Okay, fair enough. See you later.”

“Get outta here, lazybones.”

Happstablook waited a few minutes until he was sure Papyrus had gone, then he phased back out into the main lab area.

“So.”

Happstablook froze, knowing exactly what was coming.

“You are going to tease me about liking Alphys—”

“Undyne—”

“—when you like him?!”

“U-Undyne—”

But the fish monster was already laughing raucously. “I can’t believe this! You like Papyrus! Fuhuhuhuhuhuhu—you wanna tease me about Alphys, at least she’s a badass warrior! All Papyrus ever does is slack off work, smoke weed, and sleep standing up!” Undyne’s laughter stopped abruptly. “Actually, that last thing is kind of impressive…”

“You don’t understand!” Happstablook cried indignantly. “Papyrus is really very sweet… he’s always nice to me, he doesn’t ever smoke around me because he knows it messes with my magic… and he’s always around when I’m lonely.” The ghost’s face broke into a wistful smile. “He’s really trying his best. Being underground for so long is really just taking its toll on him. He’s really trying.”

“Aren’t we all.” Undyne leaned against the worktable. “I know what you’re talking about already, Happs. Paps is practically my best friend other than your cousin and Alphys. And while I still think it’s kind of funny, I also think it’s kind of nice. I think you guys would be good for each other.”

“Really?” whispered Happstablook.

Undyne smiled wickedly. “Yeah. We should arrange a double date. You get Alphys, I’ll call Papyrus back right now and we can set it up.”

“Nooooooooo! Undyne!” screeched the ghost in a panic.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” laughed Undyne. “God, I’d probably end up backing out at the last minute, anyway. I’m not good at dating.”

“Well, I think you and Alphys are good for each other, too. Even if you don’t think you’re good enough.”

“Thanks, dude.” Undyne’s voice grew quiet. “Right back atcha. I really hope we both get what we want someday.” She picked up her pliers one last time. “Now shut up so I can finish your body.”

#undertale #underswap #undertale fanfiction #underswap fanfiction #happstablook #undyne #papyrus #us happstablook #us undyne #us papyrus #this was a bit of challenge to write but that's good I think!!#i like and need challenges!!

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enchanted-flowers · 8 years ago

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(Ok) How would the UT, US and UF skele-bros react to finding out that their S/O was actually dead five years before they even met?

Undertale

Sans

Classic is low key freaked out and wants an explanation this instant. How did you die? Why are you here? How is this happening? But other than that, Sans is kind of okay with it. You’re not hurting anyone and he still loves you so it doesn’t really affect him. Sure you can’t leave the house or eat any of Papyrus’s food, but Sans likes to stay in anyway and if you eat Papaya’s spaghetti, you’ll probably die a second time. His only fear is that when he dies, will he go to the same place as you?

Papyrus

Paps is just so….sad! He bawls his eyes out when he finds out that you’re dead all out of pity. You’ll never get to try his amazing cooking again nor can you go on magnificent dates with him because you’re bound to the house! He does ask you where you’re buried though and pays your body a visit from time to time, but it feels empty to him. While when other people visit the graves of their loved ones, they might feel some sort of connection, but Paps just feels like he’s talking to a piece of stone, probably because he gets to see you so lively every day, it’s easy to forget that you’re dead. Papyrus still wants to meet your family though, if they’re still around so he pays them a visit, telling them that he’s your friend from when you were alive and listens to their stories about you. He becomes a big part of your family.

Underswap

Sans

Pretty much the same reaction as Papaya’s except after feeling sorry for you, he’s kind of excited. His datemate is a ghost, how many people could say that?! He asks you if you have any cool ghosty powers like flying or walking through walls. He’s curious about how you died though, but if you don’t want to talk about it, Blue won’t press. Overall, he’s quick to accept your deceased status and works his way around it, like instead of going out for dates, he’ll set up a romantic dinner.

Papyrus

Stretch honestly doesn’t care?? So you’re dead and a ghost. He’s a skeleton with a bad smoking habit. Everyone has their flaws. On the plus side, he can smoke around you without having to worry that you’ll get cancer on something. He is curious about how you died, but like Blue, he won’t push if you don’t want to talk about it. Besides, if you’re really that uncomfortable with being dead and all, as long as you still have your soul, you might be able to become corporeal like Napstabot, all he has to do is ask Undyne. Other than that, he’s completely fine with it.

Underfell

Sans

Red just shrugs it off, even if he’s a little creeped out by it. He’s still going to date you and stuff, but like….how did you die? He also wants you to know if you’re going to turn into an evil poltergeist or something, just in case he has to prepare. He’s chill with it, but whenever Fell comes around, Red asks if you could “haunt” the house to prank him. It’s hilarious when Fell freaks out over a floating cup.

Papyrus

When he learns that you’re dead, Fell gets extremely angry at you for being so weak and dying. He’s a strong believer in kill or be killed and you were too weak to survive. Fell doesn’t date the weak. Still, he also pities you and dates you regardless of his ideals because he still loves you. There were a number of times the thought of breaking up with you though, but having a dead datemate does have its benefits. He trusts you to watch over the house and keep it safe while he’s away, and he doesn’t have to worry about physically hurting you. Just don’t go poltergeist on him and he won’t exercise you.

#underfell #underswap #undertale #sans #papyrus #undertale headcanons #theoverjudgingotaku

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stoffelees · 8 years ago

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Deserving of Acceptance: Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Title: New Perspective

Rating: Teen and Up

Chapter Warnings: Minor Violence

Word Count: 1697

Summary: The bone brothers come to blows.

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He was taller than she’d expected. Daya wasn’t really sure what she expected, but all her time spent with Sans hadn’t prepared her for the sight that now greeted them at the door. Sans was up and halfway to the door before it was even done opening, terror clearly a driving force behind his motions. The shorter skeleton froze a few feet from the entrance; sweat beading on his skull. “hey boss,” his voice was meek and submissive. She had never heard him speak like that.

An imposing figure stepped through the threshold, not bothering to close the door. Black armor covered his chest complemented by black pants that rode low on his hips. His spine was clearly visible in addition to the stark white of his hipbones; where vital organs would be exposed there was nothing but the shock of space. Accenting the midnight black were crimson gloves, boots, and a scarf that seemed to hang down his back like a cape. But it was his eyes that had her attention, or perhaps one would say the lack there of. While she had grown accustomed to the warm white lights in Sans’ eye sockets, this individual had no such familiarity. There was absolute darkness in his gaze, and it sent a chill through her. That instinct of dread doubling when she saw the yawning crack running down through his left eye socket; this must have been an old wound if he was able to ignore it so easily.

The skeleton she could only assume to be Papyrus glared around the room before his stare fixed on her. “I RECEIVED INFORMATION THAT A HUMAN WAS SEEN CROSSING ONTO MONSTER TERRITORY ESCORTED BY AN EASILY IDENTIFIABLE MONSTER.” His skull snapped back to Sans, “WHY ARE YOU HARBORING A HUMAN IN MY HOME?”

“listen, boss, i can explain...” Boss? These two were brothers weren’t they?

Sans’ hands were up in a placating gesture. “the humans, they...i had to do something...she...” Sans’ hands were gesturing wildly as he tried to form even one cohesive sentence.

“The protesters, they don’t like my family. Sans got me away from danger.” Daya made to get up but was halted when a long glowing stick was pointed in her direction. No, not a stick. It was a red bone, sharpened at the end like an ice pick.

“YOU WILL SPEAK WHEN YOU ARE ADDRESSED HUMAN. YOU ARE IN MY DOMAIN AND AS SUCH WILL RESPECT MY AUTHORITY!”

She took in the sight of the weapon before sitting back down. This clearly was not a monster to cross. She felt something twinge in her chest. Was that what monsters referred to as the soul? Sans had only briefly told her about monster and human souls, and really all she knew was that monster souls were different, weaker than human souls.

The tall skeleton had shouldered his weapon, but his piercing gaze was still fixed on her. “HUMANS ARE BARRED FROM ENTERING MONSTER TERRITORY, AS SUCH IT FALLS TO ME TO ENSURE IT DOESN’T HAPPEN AGAIN.”

Panic seeped into her chest, “You wouldn’t kill me, I know monsters are better than that. And the authorities would come looking for me. I...”

Daya was abruptly interrupted by a cackle of laughter. “NYEH HEH HEH! YOU HUMANS ARE PATHETIC; BEGGING FOR YOUR LIVES AT EVEN THE SLIGHTEST HINT OF DANGER. OF COURSE KILLING YOU WOULD NOT BE IN MY BEST INTEREST, BUT THE AGREEMENTS SAY NOTHING ABOUT MAIMING. THEREFORE I BELIEVE IT IS TIME YOU SEE WHAT MONSTERS ARE REALLY LIKE.

She hadn’t looked him in eyes as he addressed her, but glancing up now she was greeted with a scowl that made her blood run cold. But what made her heart skip a beat were the twin orbs of red that had appeared in his eye sockets. They were fixed on her and radiated with hatred.

She didn’t want to fight, she’d never been in a fight in her life, but Daya could feel her options dwindling. Chancing a look at the only other one there, perhaps Sans would help. He had to. Just because this was his brother didn’t mean he would allow such violence right? He hadn’t moved, locked in his position by the door. It looked as if he was trying to fold into himself and disappear, sweat dripping from his skull and the lights that served as pupils smaller than she’d ever seen. He wasn’t even looking in their direction. Maybe he really didn’t care.

“Please,” snapping her attention back to the looming figure before her, “we can talk about this. I meant no harm. I would never intrude or trespass. This is all just a big misunderstanding.” She put her hands up hoping to calm him, but instead she saw his body tense at her movement.

“NO, I’M DONE TALKING. THE WORD OF HUMANS IS LIKE VENOM. YOU TRY AND TALK US DOWN, TRY TO CONVINCE US THAT WHAT YOU’VE GIVEN IS A GOOD THING, THAT WE SHOULD BE IN YOUR DEBT. YOU OWE US CENTURIES OF OUR LIVES. AND I’M GOING TO START TAKING THAT TIME BACK ONE HUMAN AT A TIME.”

The long bone swung from its perch on his shoulder to connect with her arm, the force throwing her to the ground. Pain radiated up her shoulder and down her fingertips, burning, bringing her to tears. Trying to pull herself up she could only get as far as folding her legs under herself and cradling her left arm in her right. Her head almost touched her knees, tucking the injured appendage away, hiding it. He couldn’t see her cry; she refused to give him that satisfaction.

Daring to take a peek, the glowing weapon was hoisted above his skull; he was going to finish her off, this was it. Her father had always told her if she could see she was about to be in a car crash she needed to relax her muscles and do her best to go limp, it would make the damage less severe. Doing her best to heed his advice she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled trying to will the tension out of her body.

But rather than feel the blow along her back, she was assaulted with the smell of ozone in her nose and the crackle of what sounded like electricity filled the air.

“i’m sorry boss.”

Turning her head Daya was shocked to find Sans standing between them. What looked to be a red femur bone was held between his hands and above his skull. There were sparks shooting from where Papyrus’ weapon was driving down into it.

“YOU INSOLENT WHELP!”

Time felt like it went into overdrive. The taller skeleton moving to strike the same as he had done to her but finding his attack blocked again. Rather than try once more, a second long bone was summoned and both were flying at the shorter combatant like a crashing pair of cymbals. Twin walls appeared on either side of Sans and the long weapons shattered on impact. The walls were glistening red and slatted almost like fencing, but that wasn’t wood, were those...bones? Daya felt her breath hitch.

Another wall came rumbling into existence in front of them and lurched forward, pushing Papyrus away. Objects began flying at them, small, like the size of a screwdriver, most splintering on the barrier. The walls dissipated, replaced by single elephantine bones summoned from the ground to match each aerial projection and vanishing on impact. Sans’ skull was dripping with sweat and his hands were directing the shields like one would direct an orchestra.

All the while dark armor crept closer and closer. She had to say something, had to warn him, did he see the bone tucked close to the black pants of their aggressor? But before her lips could even part, Papyrus’ arm swung up and connected with Sans’ cheekbone. All the buzzing and popping in the air ceased as Sans was thrown on his side. Daya’s brain was finally able to catch up with what was happening but her body still wouldn’t move.

Papyrus approached the fallen skeleton swooping down and fisting the fabric of Sans’ shirt before hefting him off the ground. She could see the smaller brother’s hands come up to the collar of his shirt but couldn’t see what damage had been done to her friend.

“I BETTER NOT SEE YOU ANYWHERE NEAR MY PROPERTY, AND IF YOU DARE STEP FOOT IN HERE I’LL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER MAKE THE MISTAKE AGAIN.”

Sans landed in a crumpled heap next to her, his right hand covering part of his face. “come on sweetheart, we gotta get out of here.” This time the hand offered to her was trembling, it almost made her afraid she’d break him if she took it. But she allowed him to help her up, returning the hand to its previous task of cradling her injured arm.

Now empty eye sockets glared as the two dragged themselves to the door. Only when the screen door was secured behind them did she dare look at her companion. His sockets were also devoid of the familiar lights, and he refused to look at her. Daya reached up with her good hand to remove his phalanges from what could only be a wound but found her hand quickly covering her mouth to stifle a gasp.

“Sans, your face!” The entire bone of his right cheek was covered in a spider web of fractures, some were small enough that they had fallen out leaving the whole zygomatic bone to crumble.

“yea, it hurts like a bitch. listen, i gotta get you outta here. i have to use another shortcut, after that you need to just get the fuck home. don’t let anyone stop you. promise?” His voice was shaking in tandem with his hands.

“Only if you promise to get help for that, there must be some kind of monster medicine to help you.”

He chuckled, causing more of the bone to float away, like ash from a fireplace. “yea, okay. i’ll go see a healer. now let’s get you away from this hellhole.”

#my work #Deserving of Acceptance #DoA #underfell #fanfic #redemption arc #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #oc

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