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This made me feel waaay to cozyyy and comfy x3 perfect fluff piece when you wanna relax!!! 10/10 wish they were real ;u;

Currently on my period 😔 Do you have any fluffy period comfort blurbs out there? I don't really mind which skeletons are the ones taking care of the reader, I could just use the distraction. Your writing always makes me feel better 😣 AFAB or Fem y/n is fine! Please ignore if this isn't allowed!

Hey Anon! Sorry this is so friggin late, I meant to get it done much sooner, but brain wouldn't brain...still, hopes this helps in the future XD

I decided to give this one to the best bois Axe and Pie!

This takes place not long after they escape the Underground.

You wake up…in pain.

“Fuck.” There’s a familiar ache in your lower abdomen. It hurts, like crazy. It’s just been so long since you’ve had a period you’d nearly forgotten how bad the cramps could get. Your cycle only stopped when you began to starve in the Underground, so it made sense that it would come back now, but you still hadn’t exactly been expecting it. You sit up and it occurs to you that you need to get to a bathroom quickly. You lurch onto your feet as Papyrus stirs in his sleeping bag. Carefully picking your way over to Sans, you nudge him. He grumbles, and you can’t help but feel anxious to get a move on. You’re not interested in making a bloody mess.

“Wassit?” He mumbles when you nudge him more firmly.

“I need you to take me to the bathroom, now. Please.”

His good eye socket opens, staring at you for a long moment as you wait not so patiently. “Kay.” He gets up and grabs his jacket, also extending a hand to you, “let’s go.” You take it. In an instant, you’re back in the Snowdin house.

“Thanks!” You hurry to the bathroom. Only once you’re clean and comfortable do you come out. Sans is lazing around on the couch, half asleep already. “We can go now,” you say.

“Not so fast.” He says, grabbing you and pulling you into his lap. “I just sat down. Take a break with me.” You snort and slump down into his frame. Absently, you press on your lower abdomen a bit.

“Do we have any painkillers?” You ask.

“Painkillers?” He echoes, and then he sits up suddenly. “Wait, you’re hurt?”

“N-no, it’s natural pain, nothing to worry about.”

“Natural pain?” He repeats, disbelieving, as his slightly constricted pupil scans you.

“Yeah, it’s just a part of a female human’s reproductive cycle.”

“How does that work?”

Somehow, it never occurred to you that the brother’s wouldn’t be versed in human biology. “Well…” You give him the lowdown, and he blinks at you.

“That sounds…wasteful.”

You shrug, “it is.”

“Why not just reabsorb it or some shit?”

“Don’t ask me.”

“Hm. Well, let’s go see if we can get some meds.” He wraps his arms around you, and a moment later you’re both standing in the tent. “Hey, Paps. Y/N needs some painkillers.”

“What? What happened?” Papyrus asks, sitting up from his pillow.

“Nothing, nothing, just a quirk of the human body, alright?” You say. His brows crease.

“Well…okay. One moment.” He heads out of the tent to begin digging around in the bags.

“In the meantime, what’ll make you feel better?” Sans asks.

“Warmth…water…rest…” You list, “a bit more, but those are the ones I prioritize.”

“Okay,” Sans says, promptly sitting down. He pats the space beside him. “Then come’ere.” You sit down and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you down into the bedding with him. A moment later, Papyrus comes back into the tent with a stressed expression.

“It appears we don’t have any painkillers. Maybe we could ask someone for some..?”

“It’s alright, Paps.” You mutter. “Just get over here.” He comes over to lay down at your front.

“What’s really wrong?” He asks.

“Uh-”

“I’ll explain it, you sleep,” Sans interrupts. Although you’re not sure you’ll be able to sleep, you do keep silent as Sans tells Papyrus what’s what. You shut your eyes, focusing on the hurt, until Papyrus’s boney hand presses to your lower abdomen.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“You said the cramps happen here, right?” He asks. You nod, and then his hand slowly gets warmer. You may be imagining it, but you think you can feel the tension begin to fade. Sans pulls away from you, but before you can protest, he drags you into a sitting position.

“Here, Paps, come sit behind her.” Papyrus moves over, and you lean back into his chest, watching Sans with a confused expression. All he does though is scoot in front of you and lay back, using his hands to cushion his skull against your lower abdomen.

“Wha- oh! Brilliant idea, brother!” Papyrus points out, and Sans chuckles.

“What?” You ask, still completely lost, until Papyrus’s fingers press into your shoulders, massaging your muscles as Sans begins to heat up, his bones getting whiter with each second. With a bit of direction from you, Papyrus gives his attention to your back, and, a couple minutes later, the pain has mostly faded to the back of your mind.

“You-” you begin, and just as you do, your stomach growls.

“I got it,” Sans grumbles, and gets up.

“Wait-”

“Nope, stay.” He says, and leaves the tent. Meanwhile, Papyrus works his thumbs a little deeper into the muscles of your lower back.

“How bad is the pain, normally?” Papyrus asks.

You shrug, “it varies.”

“Does anything make it worse?”

“Uh…stress, I guess.”

“Oh! Good thing there isn’t anything stressing you out here.” He pauses. “Right?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty comfortable,” you say.

“Good!” He gives you a hug. A couple minutes later, Sans returns with food, and all three of you eat. 

A day later, you wake up in the morning and start to prepare to leave for work, when Sans catches your wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Uh…work?”

“Aren’t you still on your period?”

“Well, yeah, but it’s not like I’m incapable of doing things-”

“Sounds like a hassle. Just stay home,” Sans says.

“I can’t just slack off,” you argue.

“Normally I would agree,” Papyrus says, opening the tent flap to bring in some food. “But I think this is a perfectly good excuse to get some rest.”

“But…we- humans- generally work through it.”

“Eh, fuck how most people handle it,” Sans says, “Do it our way this time.”

You glance between them. “What will I say to Mettaton?”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll deal with the egomaniac.”

“No need to be rude, Sans! I’m sure Mettaton will understand!” Papyrus says, gently pulling you to sit down. You do so, taking your plate from him.

“Breakfast in bed?” You ask.

“I know, very unorthodox, but I’d say this is a special occasion!”

“It’s going to happen every month, though.”

“All the same!”

You sigh and give up, though you can’t help smiling a little. You remember times in your past when you’d wished you could simply take the week off for your period. It always makes doing things harder. You’ll let yourself enjoy this while you can.

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Q&A WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Getting to know more about the boyssss~ These are so fun!!!!

Q&A Time

Here's the beginning.

(It's been a while, huh?)

Back in the Q&A building, Stretch and Mutt appear.

Q50. What's your secret to staying so composed, and can you share any relaxation tips for us mere mortals?

“Try to look at things from an observer’s stand point,” Stretch says.

“I use outside help,” Mutt says, lifting a smoking dog treat in one hand.

“Relaxation comes naturally to me,” Stretch says, glancing at the other skeleton, “I could do it with my eye sockets closed.” A weak “badum-ching!” rings through the room. “But I guess my advice would be to focus on the moment. Narrow everything down to how you feel physically instead of focusing on thoughts. A lot of the time, it’s thinking that keeps us awake. Take it from me. Of course, sometimes, a bit of outside help can be useful.”

Q51. Imagine you’re in a romantic comedy, and you’re the leading character. What would be your signature move to sweep someone off their feet?

“I mean, the way to go about it varies with every person.” Stretch says.

“But everyone enjoys a good joke,” Mutt says.

“Yup.”

Stretch disappears.

Q52. If you could have any superpower, no matter how ridiculous, what would it be and why?

“The power to put determined little brats in their graves- for good. Why?” Mutt’s frown deepens, “I’m sick of feeling like nothing matters.”

“I think that was supposed to be a light hearted question…”

He laughs, “nothing more lighthearted than putting that kid down.”

Q53. What's the weirdest food combination you've ever tried, and did you actually enjoy it?

He smiles, “Pop tarts and butter, and yeah.”

Q54. If you could switch lives with any of the skeletons for a day (you’ll also gain their personality), who would it be and what would you do?

He looks contemplative for a moment. “...Maybe Stretch, and I don’t know. Nap? Hang out with Blue?”

Edge appears in place of Mutt.

Q55. Edge, Red treasures you as his brother, thoughts?

“He didn’t say that.” Edge says.

“He totally thinks it though!”

Edge frowns. “No, he doesn’t.”

“You’re really challenging me on this?”

He crosses his arms. “Yes.”

“Stubborn skeleton.”

Q56. True thoughts on Wax and Vulture based on what you've currently seen?

He considers it. “They both seem…more troubled than I am. Which is saying a lot.”

Q57. Do you think you could beat Vulture?

He frowns slightly, “I’m not sure.”

Q58. If you were to see Red and VBPS Y/N asleep on the couch cuddling, Red purring during the snuggle fest, what would you think?

“How indecent.” (And adorable.)

Q59. Can I hire you as my bodyguard? I might require some purring sessions to keep my body in tip top shape!!

“Purring sessions?” He echoes, suspicious. “Humans need those?”

“Yep, it’s good for their health.”

“Well I can’t do it on command!”

“Heheh.” The voice shifts to one from a popular movie, “he can’t do it on command.”

“Why do I feel as though I’m missing some kind of context?”

“Don’t worry about it, back to the question!”

“Right. Yes, I suppose I could serve as a bodyguard if it paid well enough.”

Q60. What do you think about people who find you extremely attractive?

“That they’re obviously highly intelligent! My appearance is clearly the best.”

Q61. Would you be good at sharing someone you're pursuing romantically with someone else, like Red?

He frowns slightly, “I would be surprised if our preferences aligned enough for that. I don’t think so, anyway.”

Q62. What would go through your mind if the person you liked thought someone else was incredibly strong and agile?

“Well, obviously, I’d have to challenge the said person. Once I beat them in combat, it won’t matter how strong they were!”

Currant appears.

Q63. What are your thoughts on soul bonds? For Currant, specifically on what you think about soul bonding with HLF! Y/N.

“They are…a vulnerability,” Edge says, “and a luxury.”

Currant smiles slowly, “oh, I would love to. If only it wasn’t so dangerous.” Edge stares at him, half disgusted and half horrified. Currant looks over at him, “what?”

“If they hate you that much, why would you ever want to form a bond?”

Currant shrugs, chuckling, “curiosity. Sides, what’s another way to get under its skin?”

Edge’s teeth part in shock, but Currant disappears before he can utter another word.

“Moving on!”

Q64. What would you think if you made a soul bond with someone in the future?

“I would be very surprised. It takes someone of high quality to earn that kind of intimacy from me.”

“Yep! Thanks for your time, Edge! Seeya next time!”

“Goodbye.”

Edge disappears, replaced with Rust.

Q65. Rust, I don't trust Currant either. What are you going to do if he succeeds in taking your Y/N away?

Rust barks a laugh, leaning back in his chair, “he won’t. But…if he did, what the hell could I do about it? It would already be too late.”

Q66. Rust, there was a timeline/au where you and a Y/N bonded. Thoughts?

“Huh?”

“No worries, I’ve been asked to implant the memories into your head.”

“What?”

“Anddd, done.”

Rust’s face flushes white. “What is there to say? It didn’t fucking happen. Doesn’t matter.” He crosses his arms, “it won’t happen again.”

“That’s what you think…”

“What?”

“Moving on!”

Q67. Rust, there is a timeline where Vulture and your Y/N left you because you couldn't get your shit together. You almost killed your Y/N actually, after they tried to protect your brother. Thoughts? Everyone thinks you should just be a bit more open, at least with them.

“Oh, sure, more opened with the human I’ve been beating the shit out of for months. The fuck do you want me to do? Tell it about my fucking childhood? Say ‘I’m sorry?’ So it got away. Good for it. I guarantee that it didn't last longer than a month.”

Q68. What do you think you enjoyed about the hug you had with Y/N?

He looks away, shrugging, “...do you have any idea how long it's been since I’ve had a hug? It’s only fair I’d…”

“That doesn’t answer the question~”

“...the warmth. Being held.” He shudders, “you’d think, with my level of LOVE, that I wouldn’t care about that sort of affection…”

“-but even the worst people need validation. Am I right?”

Q69. If you had to choose between living a life where Y/N hugs you with genuine positive emotions and comfort, where you're working on yourself and you've stopped hurting them, and you're patching stuff up with your brother, or hurting Q70. Y/N and sticking with your ways until they eventually die of starvation or old age, what would you choose and why?

He lets out a sigh, “I already made that choice, didn’t I? The way it is now…is easier.”

Classic appears, replacing Rust.

Q71. Someone you have a crush on wants to reward you for all the hard work you put into getting everyone back, what would you pick?

“Probably a nap.”

Q72. Would you like a longer foreplay or a shorter one?

“Longer.”

Q73. Not a question but, hang in there Classic!

“Thanks.”

Q74. Classic, what are you going to do if more skeletons keep coming through the machine? I say you cut your losses, at some point it’s just not worth it anymore.

“Yeah. It’s just a matter of putting these guys back.” He looks away, his voice weakening, “then I’m done…For good.”

Q75. What are your true thoughts on the latest additions, Rust, Vulture, Currant, and Wax, as well as their humans?

“We- wait. Humans, plural? I haven’t met the human from the HLF universe, but assuming that means there was one…” he shakes his head, “I hope the fact that Currant and Wax are here means they get to rest.” He takes a deep breath, and continues. “I would say I’m not one to cast judgements. But that would be a lie. I don’t know what got any of them to this point, I haven’t lived their lives, but I can practically feel the ill intent coming from Rust and Currant. They’re definitely not people I would make friends with. I don’t know how to feel about Vulture and Wax. I mean, I feel bad for them. They must’ve been like Papyrus at some point, and that’s…scary.” He sighs, “as for Y/N…well, it’s just a struggle. I don’t know what to say or do. Feelings have never been my strong point, but this is a whole new challenge.”

Q76. Any backup plans in case things turn bad?

“Yeah.” His expression is serious, “no way I’m letting people like that stay in my house without precautions.”

Q77. How do you think Papyrus (Vanilla) is handling all of this? He seems positive, but you know him best.

“It’s been hard on him. He does his best to keep the peace and make sure everyone is happy.” He rubs his face, “I wish he hadn’t insisted on helping me. But…I do appreciate it. I’m gonna have to find a way to make it up to him once this is over.”

Q78. What are your thoughts on the Q&A?

He shrugs, “it’s…strange.”

Q79. What’s the craziest thing you’ve been through?

“How about being split between universes?”

Q80. Do you like when someone else makes the first move?

He shrugs, “I guess. I’m not out looking, so…”

Q81. Favorite place to be touched?

His brows raise, “it depends on who’s doing the touching.”

Q82. What's something that gives you butterflies, in the romantic sense?

He laughs at first, but then calms, considering, “I guess…someone being honest with themselves. Like, they don’t have on a mask.” He chuckles, looking to the ceiling, “but I guess that’s a two way street.”

“Oh, and they wanted to give you something! CE?”

CE produces some Gladioli flowers from the void, extending them to Classic, who takes them with a confused look.

“Uh…thanks. They’re nice.”

All of the skeletons disappear, leaving only CE.

If your question wasn’t included it was either because I wanted to do something with it in the actual stories, or because it would come up later! Or just because my brain wasn’t up to answering it…(I figure getting this out missing a few questions is better than never getting it out XD).

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When is it my turnnnn 😭😭😭😭😭 Imma boutta fight Reader fr!!

Haha, sorry for the late response, Anon! This probably isn’t exactly what you had in mind, but it issss pretty fluffy…

Context: What if Sans was out of the picture, and Papyrus was the one who took Y/N in from the beginning?

You’re walking with Papyrus when your foot suddenly meets air. You lurch forward, twisting, and your palms and wrists hit the ground first, your ankle twisting. Cursing, you begin to pick yourself back up, when you notice a pair of boots stopped in front of you.

“What-” you begin, only to have Papyrus hoist you back to your feet. As soon as he sets you down a bolt of pain shoots through your leg, and you wince, grabbing at his arms to keep steady as you take the weight off of your foot. It’s only a moment later that you realize he’s gone very still in your grasp. You look up at him, a slight shiver going down your spine. “Sorry, I- I think I sprained my ankle…”

“That’s not all you did,” he notes, grabbing your forearms to turn them and reveal your scuffed hands. One of your wrists is starting to purple.

“I didn’t mean to, I just-” He waves you off, and you stop talking when he turns his back to you, thinking he’s lost interest, until he crouches down in front of you. “Sir?”

“Get on.” He says. Hesitantly, you wrap your arms around his neck and settle onto his back. Grabbing you from under the knees, he straightens up. You feel quite a bit taller, looking around. It’s not a long walk back to the house, you hadn’t gotten very far.

“S-sorry I interrupted your walk,” you say.

“Unless you intended it, there is nothing to apologize for.” He looks back at you from over his shoulder, his eye sockets narrowing, “and you didn’t intend it, did you?”

“Of course not.”

“Then..?” You don’t say anything as he takes you inside, sitting you down on the couch. “Stay,” he says. You don’t move as he walks off. A couple minutes later he returns with an ice pack and a medkit. “Lay down.” You turn and set your feet on the couch, wincing at the sight of your dirty boots on the clean leather. Still, his orders override his rules. He sets down his things and makes quick work of pulling off your boots and socks, being surprisingly gentle with the injured ankle. Rolling up the pant leg on your wounded side, he places the ice pack under it and then comes over to sit beside you, handing you a piece of a pill. Likely a painkiller. You swallow it and he takes your bruised wrist, feeling around the swollen area. You bite your tongue to mute any unwanted noise as he pushes whatever was out of place back into place. He uses a wipe to clean off the rest of your palm, and then repeats the process with the second, bandaging the scrapes before getting another ice pack for your wrist. Once he’s finished, you honestly feel pretty darn cared for.

“Thank you, sir.”

He hums noncommittally and rises, taking his things with him. You’re surprised when he returns. “I suppose I’ll let you off of your reading duties tonight. Don’t get used to it.”

“Never in my wildest dreams, sir.” He sits down in the chair across the living room and puts on MTT reruns. Hours pass, with Papyrus occasionally switching out your ice packs, and it gets late. Your eyelids feel heavy, but you’re awoken again when Papyrus picks you up.

“We don’t sleep on couches,” he explains when you give him a confused look. Ever the stickler for rules. You can’t help but smile. He’s a decent guy…as long as you’re obedient. Your smile fades. It could be worse, all things considered. He could have let the other monsters eat you. Could have cooked you himself. Instead, he offered you food and safety, in return for servitude. He can be surprisingly gentle, for such a strict guy. When he sets you down in bed and covers you with a blanket, you drift off to sleep feeling…sad, but safe.

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YESSSS FINALLYYY!!! IT HAS ARRIVED!!! Some of these responses are... interesting...eheheheh xD others just straight up kill me they're hilarious!! WTF guys!!! I love it >:3

Awesome work Tea!!! It looks like there was a LOT of questions too!

Q&A Time!!!

(Y’all might notice some inconsistencies between Q&As and personalities, that’s because I’m making adjustments to the characters as I write BLOW, so you’ll have to forgive me for the mess XD)

(Also, I’m splitting the Q&A into two parts! So if your question hasn’t come up, it will in the next one!)

In the void, a squat building stands, inside a comfortably decorated lobby adjacent to an interview room.

Hello again, everybody! It is I, Tea, and my face, CE!

CE is asleep.

Let’s get started shall we? Skeletons!

Fourteen skeletons appear, already sitting.

“Hey, what the fuck-” Red begins.

“Welcome back everybody!”

There are a couple of irritated groans in response.

“What are we doing back here?” Classic asks.

“Answering questions, of course!”

“Dirty ones?” Currant asks.

“Yes! And many more!”

A few skeletons sigh.

“Tea time!”

Mugs of hot tea appear in their hands.

“Drink up, and let's get this ball rolling! CE?”

CE’s eyes pop open and he produces a remote, pressing a button. A question appears on the television overlooking the lobby.

Q1. What kind of pet names would get you excited in the bedroom?

“Buy me dinner first,” Rust jokes.

“You think you’re worth dinner?” Currant asks, and Rust looks over at him, glaring.

“I will fucking kill you, asshole, don’t test me.”

“Hey! No violence in the void, thank you! Here ya go, Rust.” A plate of food appears in his lap.

“Couldn’t we answer this more privately?” Black asks.

“Haha! Yeah, ok. Just think it, and I’ll pluck it from your minds.”

There are uncomfortable looks all around.

“Nah, that’s ok,” Red says, then he shrugs, “I dunno, something sweet and simple- or nothing at all. Anything works.”

Blue chuckles, “master.”

“You’re another kind of fucked up,” Rust growls at him, “and I think it’s worse, somehow.”

Blue shrugs, “can’t blame me for having taste.”

“Anything they want is good with me!” Vanilla says.

“Yeah, same here. Nothing too kinky though,” Classic says.

“Agreed,” says Stretch, echoed by Axe and Pie. Rust and Wax also nod.

“I’m not fond of being called anything other than my name,” Currant says.

“If I’m not going to be called by name, I had better be called by my title!” Edge declares, and Vulture nods his agreement.

“Agr-” Black stops and tries again, grumbling, “fine, anything. Sweet, kinky, doesn’t matter.”

“Same as my bro,” Mutt adds, and Black seems to recover from his embarrassment easier.

Q2. What would you do if the person you had feelings for started spending a lot of time with someone else, who also has feelings for them, but they don’t know it?

“Get rid of them.” Currant says with a slow growing smile. The others give him odd looks.

“Sounds like something I don’t have control over. I’m not going to try to stop it,” Classic says, and everyone besides Rust agrees. He frowns.

“I might…encourage them not to make a move they can’t back up.”

Q3. What’s something you would give to that person to secretly show you care?

“Secretly?” Currant echoes, “why would I keep it a secret?”

“Just assume you’re feeling shy. Maybe you actually had proper butterflies around this person, for once.”

Currant raises a brow, “wow, I could practically feel the sourness.” He shrugs, “I’d get ‘em food or something.”

“Same here,” Wax says. Rust, Axe, Vulture and Pie all agree.

“Flowers!” Blue declares, “or chocolate, if they don’t like flowers- or something else they like if they don’t like either.” Black nods.

Stretch shrugs, “maybe something they mentioned needing? The best part of the gift is knowing someone was listening.”

“Me too.” Mutt says.

“I would give them a note or poem!” Vanilla says.

“Maybe an experience. Like, I’d take them somewhere?” Red says, “does that count as a gift? Or a secret?”

“I’d say so! As long as it’s not obvious.”

Classic shrugs, “maybe I’d do 'em a favor. Something they needed to get done.” Edge nods in agreement.

Q4. Favorite position?

“I’m assuming those are different for humans?” Classic asks.

“Yeahhh, here, I’ll implant the needed knowledge and context. Just assume y’all have ecto-bodies for this one.”

“Ecto what?” Red asks.

“Awesome god powers, activate.”

“Why do you sound so bored if they’re awesome?” Vanilla asks.

“Eh?”

Each of the skeletons’ faces flush a little with the new information being poured into their skulls, besides Wax and Currants’.

“Wow. The sooner I can forget all of that, the better, so spooning.” Classic says.

“Seated, probably,” Stretch says.

“Doggy style,” Mutt says.

“Ironic,” Rust says dryly, giving him a look. Mutt ignores him.

“Butterfly!” Blue says.

“Counter,” Axe says.

“Standing?” Pie offers, and Edge agrees.

Red’s face splits with a smile, “face si-”

Edge throws a pillow at his face, “keep what’s left of your dignity brother!” Red chuckles.

“Missionary, perhaps,” Black says, and Vulture nods his agreement.

“Basic, but easy to spice up. Fair enough.”

“The rocking horse,” says Wax.

“How could I choose just one?” Currant asks. He considers it. “Nah, I don’t have a favorite.” He smiles, “although I do have a preference for stress positions.”

“Probably counter too…” Rust says.

“Alright, now you may be free of your knowledge!”

Q5. If you had to pick one body part to be licked, which would it be?

“Put in your votes. Everyone for femur, raise your hands.”

Classic, Vanilla and Stretch raise their hands.

“Everyone for necks?”

Red and Black raise their hands.

“Pelvis area?”

Currant and Blue raise their hands.

“Ribs?”

Mutt, Wax and Axe raise their hands.

“Spines?”

Pie and Vulture raise their hands.

“Rust and Edge?”

“I don’t know.” Rust says.

“I prefer to keep slimy substances away from my bones!” Edge says.

“Understandable! Moving on to the more specific questions…”

Every skeleton besides Edge, Black, Rust, Blue and Axe disappear.

Q6. How confident would you be playing strip poker?

“Very!” Blue says.

“Depends who its with, but if it’s Y/N- the one from my universe- then pretty fuckin confident.” Axe says.

“Not at all.” Rust says, and then winces, but he forces a smile anyway, “I have nothing to show off.”

Black glances at him, “while I’m sure anyone would be blessed to see my visage, I’m not very comfortable exposing myself.”

“We’re assuming I agreed to it, which means I would feel confident.” Edge says.

Q7. How would you handle losing?

“Well I wouldn’t run. A deals a deal.” Axe says. Everyone nods their agreement.

“But I sure as hell wouldn’t lose,” Rust grumbles.

Q8. Ideal lovemaking session?

“Romantic! But also very passionate.” Blue says.

“Agreed,” Axe says, “but I don’t care as much about the romance. That’s on my partner.”

“Something quiet, private and relaxed,” Black says.

“Yeah, something like that,” mumbles Rust.

“It changes with my mood,” says Edge with a dismissive wave.

Axe and Blue disappear, and Mutt and Stretch replace them.

Q9. What's the cheesiest romantic gesture you secretly love?

“I’m not sure what counts as cheesy, so, uh, y’all can go with whatever you can think of.”

“I guess…unprompted affection? Like surprise hugs or kisses,” Stretch offers.

“A planned night out,” Black says, sure.

“Anything with food.” Rust says.

“That doesn’t really answer the question, though-”

“Don’t care.”

“Damn, fine. This’ll come out of your HP.”

“What?”

“Nothin.”

“Perhaps…a candle lit dinner.” Edge says.

“Mutt?”

“I don’t know.”

Q10. Is the third date too soon for movies and chill?

“Depends, how well did the dates go?” Stretch asks, “if they went well, then probably not.”

“Far too soon!” Edge declares, “I would like to get to know them better before ever being that vulnerable!”

“Agreed,” Black says.

“No, it isn’t.” Mutt says, getting a look from his brother.

Rust shrugs, “nah.”

Stretch and Mutt disappear, replaced with Wax.

Q11. What would you be nervous about when on a date?

“What ever would there be to be nervous about?” Edge asks.

“You tell us.”

“I’m not nervous about any-!” He stops, “any-” he glares down at his mug. “I guess I might be worried I’d scare them off.”

“I’d be worried I might say something wrong.” Wax says.

“Nothing. It either works out, or it doesn’t.” Rust says. He looks away, “and it likely won’t.”

“Everything.” Black says, “what if I missed something when I planned it? What if something goes wrong? You never know until it's too late.”

Q12. Where's an interesting place on your body you’d want to be kissed that you haven’t mentioned before?

“Perhaps the tibia.” Edge says.

“The skull,” Rust says hesitantly, and Wax nods in agreement.

“The metacarpals.” Black answers.

Q13. How do you typically let someone know you're interested without saying a word?

“Interested in what way?” Rust asks.

“Let’s assume romantically.”

“Boring,” he grumbles.

“Giving them something, like a gift.” Black says.

“Agreed,” Edge says. Wax nods.

Rust watches them with narrowed eye sockets, “I haven’t been interested in romance for a very long time. How would I know?”

Rust and Wax are replaced by Red and Blue.

Q14. What's the biggest secret you're hiding, and why are you keeping it?

“Let’s keep these answers anonymous, you can speak them, and no one else in the room will hear. Like a confession box!”

“That…” Red shakes his head, “Frisk and the resets.” He looks away, “I don’t want anyone else to feel like I do.”

“What my father did.” Black says, and his expression darkens, “there are too many weaknesses to exploit from it.”

Edge shakes his head, “I have no secrets to keep.”

“That I know about the resets.” Blue answers, “Papyrus…I think it makes him feel better to think I don’t know? But…” he laughs a little, “he’s my little bro. Maybe no one else can see through his lies, but I’ve been with him from the start. I know his tells. I couldn’t leave it alone.”

Q15. Who do you trust the least among the people you've met so far, and why?

“Trust?” Black echoes, “I don’t have a reason to trust any of them- besides Papyrus. But the least? Currant.”

“I’ll echo that,” Red says, “he seems like a slippery mother fucker.”

“I believe none of them have earned my distrust,” Blue says, “but perhaps Rust. He seems the most volatile.”

Edge hums, “the most obvious choices would be one of the two previously mentioned, but the fact that it’s so easy to see their danger makes them less threatening. I’d choose someone who you trust more, but who is still likely to turn on you. Like Mutt and Black.”

Q16. What's your darkest fear-

“Losing my brother.” They all answer in unison. They look around at each other, faces turning white.

“He can be useful,” Edge snaps defensively, “when he isn’t being a lazy piece of shit.”

“Aw, thanks bro, I value you too, want to hug it out?” Red asks, grinning and getting up.

“No! Stay away from me!” Edge shouts, leaping to his feet.

“I have an obligation,” Black says, watching as Edge dodges Red’s attempts to hug him.

“That’s not the only reason and you know it.”

“He’s my little brother,” Black and Blue say in unison.

“And life wouldn’t be the same without him!” Blue adds. Black looks to the ground.

“Yeah.”

Once they get settled again, the next half of the question appears.

-and how does it influence your actions?

“It makes me careful,” Red and Black say. They exchange a look.

“I will admit, I am more cautious because of it.” Edge says.

“It keeps me productive and putting my all into everything!” Blue says.

Q17. Do you have any unresolved conflicts or vendettas that could potentially cause trouble?

“King Asgore needs to be taken down a peg. A couple, in fact.” Red growls.

“Nope!” Blue says.

“I wouldn’t mind dethroning the queen.” Black says, and then seems surprised with himself; his eye lights drop down to the mug of tea in his hand. “Oh, right.”

“I would also like a change in rulership,” Edge says.

Q18. What's the most daring thing you've ever done, and how did it change you?

“Challenging King Asgore.” Edge says. He raises his phalanges to the scar through his eye socket, “it changed…everything.”

Red lifts his chin, “taking Papyrus. It was the first step I ever took in the right direction, and…well, it motivated me to do better. It still does. It changed a lot.”

“The same as Red.” Black says, “it made me stronger, braver. Almost…hopeful.”

“I suppose facing the human, Frisk.” Blue says, “especially knowing what I know. It didn’t exactly change me, but it put a lot into perspective.”

Q19. What's the one thing you desire more than anything else in the world, and how far are you willing to go to obtain it?

“Peace.” Black, Red and Edge answer.

“But,” Black begins.

“Would it be worth the cost of achieving it?” Red finishes.

Edge chuckles, “it’s an impossible dream, we can’t have it without having power, and power corrupts.”

“Freedom,” Blue says, “and I’m…not sure.”

All of the skeletons disappear, replaced by Rust, Currant and Axe. Axe and Rust give the others disdainful looks.

Q.20 Axe, what would you say to Rust and Currant regarding their relationships with their Y/Ns?

He frowns. “Do better.” He glances at Rust, “I don’t care what fucked up world you came from,” he looks at Currant, “I don’t care if your daddy hit you.” Rust bristles, but Currant simply relaxes into his chair, smiling. “Get a fucking grip. Having a human punching bag isn’t gonna solve your issues.”

“Sure as hell makes them more bearable.” Rust says.

“I can think of far better ways to cope. Maybe if you weren’t so fucking insecure and paranoid-” Axe continues.

“Don’t lecture me about your sappy bullshit, we all know its a fucking lie,” Rust snarls, rising from his seat.

“Or you’re just sour you fucked up the first good opportunity you’d had in years,” Axe growls back, then he looks at Currant, “you, though…just go crawl back into whatever pit you came out of- and stay there this time.”

Currant laughs, “a valid idea.”

Q21. Rust, what would you say to Axe and Currant regarding their relationships with their Y/Ns?

He turns to Currant first, “you’re fucking disgusting.” Currant smiles and shrugs. He turns to Axe, “and you’re delusional.” Axe rolls his eye.

Q22. Currant, fuck you, by the way-

“Fair.”

-what would you say to Axe and Rust regarding their relationships with their Y/Ns?

Currant grins, amused, “‘you’re not using it right.’” Both Rust and Axe glare at him.

The three of them disappear, replaced with Black and Blue.

Q23. When in a relationship, what would make you feel really jealous?

“Jealous? Why would I be jealous?” They both ask.

“If I’m feeling jealous, it’s probably not the most healthy relationship…” Blue says.

“Let’s say it's a one off time.”

“Well…I suppose just if they spent lots of time with someone else?”

“Yes, I’d say I agree.” Black says.

Q24. What would you do if the skeleton next to you started spending way more time with your crush than you’ve gotten to?

They look at each other.

Black’s eye sockets narrow, “I’d make it very clear that he should back off.”

Blue grins, “it isn’t my fault if they like me better! Anyway, it’s nothing that can’t be solved through proper communication!”

Q25. If you caught the skeleton next to you making a move on your crush, how would you react?

Black’s eye sockets narrow, “I’d propose a duel.”

“In that case, so would I!” Blue says.

Q26. If you could give the other some advice on how to approach their crush, what would it be?

Blue chuckles, “maybe start by actually approaching them.”

“‘Maybe start by-’ shut up, idiot. You should start by being less childish!”

“Says the one who just mocked me,” Blue says, smiling.

Black frowns.

“Alright, y’all, no more competing! That’s it for your questions- together. Thank you for answering!”

“Absolutely!” Blue replies.

He disappears, leaving Black alone.

Q27. Black, what do you think about Mutt saying your cooking is bland?

“He said what? Why wouldn’t he tell me that?”

Q28. What's your go-to excuse when you're caught doing something nice for someone, despite trying to maintain your tough image?

He shrugs, “that it was for the sake of manipulation, the most dirty tactic there is.”

Q29. Is there someone in the household you secretly respect, but would never admit it?

He looks away, face flushing just slightly. Sighing, he shuts his eyes briefly. “Red.” He frowns, looking forward again, “don’t misunderstand me, he’s lazy and stupid. But…he is more…put together.” He looks down again, “he’s too soft with his brother, too. Yet I can respect his commitment. It’s clear he’s hiding strength behind that ill suited attitude. I just don’t understand why.”

Q30. If you were to write a dating manual on how to deal with tsundere captains, what are ten pieces of advice would you provide to its readers?

His eyes narrow suspiciously,

Q31. As someone with such a strong sense of duty, would you ever bend the rules for a crush? Not when it comes to something serious of course!

“Rules set by who? The queen?” He pauses to consider, “perhaps.”

Q32. How would you feel if they gifted you a portrait that captured your likeness perfectly, from your coolness to your stylish attire. Would you reject it?

“No, obviously I’d pay for it!” He says, “that way, I get a good decoration, and they can’t say I never gave them anything.”

Q33. If you did reject it, how would you feel if they decided to make one for Blue? He thought it was cool and decided to request one.

“If I had rejected it..? I suppose I might’ve felt…less than happy.”

“Understatement.”

“Silence, fool!”

There’s laughter. “Yeah, ok. Thanks for answering the questions, seeya, Black!”

Currant replaces Black.

Q34. Currant, Wax hates what you did. What are you going to do if he alerts everyone the moment you try to take HF Y/N away and the skeletons manage to save them?

Currant chuckles, “you honestly think that-” he laughs some more, “right, right. Well, hypothetically, I’d remind him of exactly why he wouldn’t do that.”

Q35. Currant, you see a man who is supposed to be dead about to take you into a room - a younger you, a weaker version of yourself from the past, one you dislike thinking of. You watch your younger self unable to defend himself, thoughts racing through his head. How do you feel?

Currant’s jaw works, “I don’t feel anything. I’m no longer a child.”

Q36. The man pulls you away, and you look back at the younger you… except it's not you…it's your slave, and the hand around their arm is your own. You're no different. Did you like getting hurt? Would you go through it all again? If not, then why would you force someone else to go through it? You don't care about it's feelings, hah, well I'm sure he didn't care about yours either. Now be a good boy and stop pushing all your crap onto people who don't deserve it.

Currant smiles. “I think we all know how likely it is that I'm going to do that.”

Q37. If you had to choose between reliving your worst memories over and over and over and over again every time you hurt your slave, or setting your slave free, what would pick? To help make the choice more easier for you…Tea! Why don't you give him a taste of those memories for a sec!

“Oh, no need. I’m sure he can recall them without much help, ey, Currant?”

Currant’s eye shrinks until it's hardly visible, his smile growing sharp. “I already relive those memories every time. It helps that, now, I’m the one in control. But torment me with more of the memories if you want. It would only make the kitten hurt more.”

Q38. Your upbringing was marked by trauma and powerlessness. How does it feel to see parts of yourself mirrored in those you've exploited and harmed? Your old slave and your brother for example.

He blinks. “Do you expect me to feel empathy?” He smiles, “because I don’t. Big whoop. I’m not the same as all of these self loathing, yellow bellied little bitches. I only give a shit about three things. Me. Myself. And I.”

Q39. In your pursuit of control, you've shattered countless lives. What specific instance made you feel the weight of your sins bearing down on you?

He takes a deep breath, considering. “Hm…it must’ve been when…mm, no. Maybe- no. Oh, right,” he tips his head with a deadpan expression, “my sins don’t weigh on me. They roll right off my shoulders, and I use them as a seat.”

Wax appears in place of his brother.

Q40. Wax, if you don't do anything to stop Currant, the same thing that happened to your Y/N will happen to HF! Y/N. Can you really live with yourself knowing you didn't even try?

Wax’s face grays. “I…” he looks away, “it’s hard enough as is. But I can’t stop Sans.” He looks down at his hands, “I’m not strong enough.” His eye sockets shut, “...and I don’t just mean physically.”

Q41. Wax, if you were locked in a room forced to watch all the ways your brother hurt your old slave, from beginning to end, how long do you think you'd last?

“Y/N wasn’t mine,” he says, nearly pleading, “I never wanted a slave, you have to believe me.” There are tears in his eye socket. “I wouldn’t last a second.”

Q42. If you were guaranteed a happier future running away with HLF!Reader and abandoning Currant, what would you do to make sure it happened?

“I don’t know.” He admits, looking away, wiping his eye sockets, “anything short of killing, I guess.”

Q43. Reflecting on your role as a bystander to your brother's cruelty, what do you truly believe would have happened if you had found the courage to intervene? You know, in another world Vulture actually ran away from Rust with his Y/N.

Wax nearly laughs, “you want me to run? From Sans? Have you met him?” He shakes his head, “it doesn’t matter. Y/N wouldn’t have made it out the door. Their conditioning wouldn’t have allowed it.” He pauses, “if I did intervene, I’d be dead. Then Y/N would be completely alone with him.” He frowns, “I think they would consider it a fate worse than hell itself.”

Q44. What would you like to tell you brother?

He looks down. “What do I want to tell him?” He chuckles, “what does it matter?” He sighs, “I guess…I wish…I…god, I just wish none of this ever happened. He can’t be fixed now, nothing will ever be even remotely the same. I wish- I wish…I wish…I was enough. That I could have just…supported him more. Supported him better. Before all of this.” He rubs his eye socket. “I wish I could have seen it coming.”

"Yeah. Thanks for answering our questions, Wax! Seeya!"

Vulture replaces Wax.

Q45. Vulture, in a different timeline/au, your Y/N was almost killed defending you from Rust. You even made the choice to run away with them. Both Rust and Y/N are in potential danger being around Currant. What are you going to do?

“Memory implant!”

Vulture’s expression shifts slightly as he suddenly recalls everything that happened. Shaking his head, as if to dislodge the false memories, he says, “Sans can defend himself, and while I could try to keep Y…Y/N away from Currant, I imagine he’s not that different in terms of strength and ability from Sans. Which means I…likely wouldn’t succeed.”

Q46. Vulture, if your Y/N asked for a hug do you think you'd enjoy it?

“Perhaps.”

Q47. If your Y/N were to save your life from Rust how would you feel?

“Surprised.”

Q48. If Edge and Y/N were to regularly sleep and cuddle together, why do you think you'd feel sadness or grief?

“Because…” he sighs, “maybe if the world hadn’t gotten even more fucked, we might have been friends.” He rubs his face. And I could use a friend.

Q49. If Y/N were to pick you over Edge, how would you feel?

His teeth part soundlessly for a moment, before, “confused.”

“Well, thanks for answering, Vulture!”

He disappears.

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what would Currant comforting Y/N after breaking them/having what I assume would be fucked up sex look like? doesn't have to be marked as canon😊

this reminds me of that one post were Y/N was like, you know what fine, to his offer of banging each other 😈😈😈

Not sure if you'd like a scene or a simple description so I shall provide both.

Summary: cuddles.

Non summary:

WARNING for implied noncon.

You can’t stop shaking. It’s hardly noticeable from an outsider's view, but you can feel the tremor throughout your entire body. The pain that lingers, and lingers, and lingers in your nerves like a vivid memory that just keeps replaying. Currant’s fingers brush the skin of your arm, and your muscles spasm under your skin, unseen, but felt. The air of the room is cold, and his bones have mostly cooled, but you’re still too warm. His hand finds its way to your cheek, where he wipes away the tear stains long dried to your skin. He leans in, resting his forehead against yours.

“Don’t worry, kitten, it gets better every time.” He chuckles slightly, “well, not better. But less horrible.” His teeth brush your nose in a mock kiss, “you’ll learn to tune it out.” You can’t see a universe where you do, and it makes you cry harder knowing it will keep happening until you do. Currant pulls you into his chest, gentle, unlike every other thing he does. You hate it. Hate being close to him. But at the same time, after the shed, after the pain, this is all you have. You lean into it, imagining it’s someone else entirely.

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Turn that frown upside down, or get swept away by sorrow...

- sans, probably

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Eheheheh....dramaa, so many emotions this is truly delicious!!!

any blurb on Rust's thoughts after Ending 2 when finding out y/n and his brother are gone? great chapter btw, nice to officially see Currant and Wax ❤️

Thanks for this ask yo! (And thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it!)

Here we go...

Sans wakes up feeling just as rested as ever. His foul mood from last night hasn't faded. Getting out of bed, he gets dressed and steps out of his room. The house is quiet- just the way he likes it- except it's not. It's not quiet, it's silent. He pops into the living room. Empty. He checks Papyrus’s work room. Empty. He checks the study. Empty. He checks the whole house. Empty. Empty. Empty. Just like him. He digs his phalanges into the wall as he walks, the scraping filling the void of sound.

Gone. You’re gone. Papyrus is gone. He didn't fail to notice that the two of you weren't the only things missing. The sea tea. Papyrus’s sewing shit. Both of your clothes. You ran together. How fucked up is that? It must've started with that book. Sans shouldn't have let you read to him. It ended when Sans snapped. He should have guessed. He should have known. You put yourself in harm's way for Papyrus. It only makes sense he would choose you. But for some demented reason, Sans had believed Papyrus would still choose him.

He saved Papyrus. Raised him. He deserves his gratitude.

He hurt Papyrus. Failed him. He deserves to be abandoned.

He deserves to be loved.

He doesn't.

Sans growls, fists clenching.

It doesn't matter what he deserves.

He won't be alone.

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AHHHH HE WANTS TO BOND AGAIN?!?! HOLY SHIT HE ACTUALLY SAID IT FUCKKKKK!!! MORE BOND MORE BOND MORE BOND MORE BOND!

VBPS/NSB: Part Seventeen

Sans…doesn’t know what the fuck he's doing. Papyrus is right, he should put you out of your misery and spare them the resources, but he can't. Being bonded to you…it was the closest he’s gotten to feeling happy. Maybe it wasn't even his own happiness, but it was something. Yet he can't ask you to do it again. If he did that…he doesn't even know what kind of fucked up implications that would have. But…he doesn't know what to do. He can’t speak to you about it- that's just- no. No, it was a one time deal and he doesn't understand why that hurts. He doesn't even deserve…

He sighs, sipping some more on his alcohol. The shit that got him in this mess. If he hadn't gone so far he wouldn't have blacked out in the living room.

He drinks faster.

…

You pause when you see Bitter in the study, leaned back in a chair, his feet up on the desk. After a moment of deliberation, you step in. Fuck it, you’re bored out of your mind.

“Hey," you say. His eye rolls over to you.

“What the fuck do you want?"

“Company," you say with a shrug, finding a seat. “How are you today?"

“...are you making small talk with me?”

“Yup.”

He looks away, expression turning bitter. "I’m fine.”

Bullshit. "Oh, is that right?”

“Shut up.”

You decide it's probably best not to test his patience. "So,” you search for a subject that isn't sensitive. "Tell me, do you prefer Hotland, Snowdin or Waterfall?”

He looks up at you, confusion crossing his features. “Hotland, I guess."

Maybe it's just the memories you’ve attached to it, being that you had to stumble your way through its puzzles half starved and dizzy, but you don't feel the same.

“Why?"

“I’m cold." He answers flatly.

“Favorite color?"

“...yellow.”

“Any reason?”

“It's warm. It has emotion. It's not red."

“Favorite genre?" You ask, glancing at the bookshelves. He sighs.

“Why are you doing this?”

“For fun. What's your favorite genre?”

“...comedy.”

“Ok, if you-”

“Would you bond with me again?" He interrupts, dropping his feet to the floor, and you stop in surprise.

“What?"

He looks just as surprised at himself. "Forget I said anything.” He gets up and heads for the door.

“I would,” you say quickly, and he stops, freezing in the threshold.

“Why?”

Because you need help. “Because I’m bored.”

He turns back to you. “So bored you’d get cozy with a killer?”

You chuckle, “I’m stuck with you either way. Might as well make it more bearable.”

“Right," he agrees, and leaves anyway.

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AHHHH!! SO MUCH IS GOING THROUGH MY HEAD!! SO MANY EMOTIONS! None that rival the intensity of the ones Rust had in this chapter ofc but damn...the fact that he felt all those things say A LOTT!!! AND HE SAID SORRY!!! HOLY FUCK IS THIS A DREAM?!

VBPS/NSB Part Twelve

What a nice moment. In...Horrorfell.

As the days pass, you keep to yourself. This Papyrus doesn't bother you, doesn't speak to you. It’s…off putting, how quiet he is. You have no idea where to even start with him, though “Sans” isn't much better. You work downstairs as the day begins, and just when you shut off the vacuum, “Sans” appears in the center of the room. He tips forward and hits the ground with a thud.

You’re at his side in an instant.

“Sans!" You struggle to turn him over, and once you do, you see both of his eye sockets are shut. You haven't seen him so much as blink for longer than a second around you before. “S-sans?” You shake him, anxiously looking for any sign of injury, when you see it. His legs…are shaking. They almost look…blurry. That can’t be good. You look back into his face. How do you fix this, you can't- should you fix this? You glance back at his legs. This is no time for moral questions. You put a hand on his forehead and shut your eyes. Taking deep breaths, you focus on your soul. Its slow hum becomes apparent easier than ever, so you reach for Sans’s soul.

You’re met by resistance. You shouldn't be surprised, but it's a shocking feeling, to reach out and be met by a wall where you expected open air.

“Come on, Sans," you mutter, pressing anyway, "I’m trying to help you.” His hand meets your arm, and he tries to push you away, but he’s so weak you barely even feel it. “Seriously? You’ve seen my soul, I think it's only fair we trade places.” Even though bonding is very different from looking. You focus harder, reaching out anyway. The bond snaps into place, and you nearly jerk away from that alone. His grip on your arm gets tight. Cold rushes through you. Fear and anger. Pain. You can hardly breathe- it's comparable to jumping into a cold lake after having been cooped up inside all day.

Still, you persevere. You try to remember what you did with Sans and focus on all of your positive feelings. His LOVE comes with more force, your head aches as your soul nearly ceases to move. I’m not giving up on you. His fear has you shaking. What if something goes wrong? What if he hurts you? What if he doesn't like what there is to see? But those are not your thoughts. They’re his. I won’t hurt you. You deserve empathy. Anger blazes through you, hot enough to make your head spin. You hate everything you see. It's all bad, and there isn't a speck of good- the world is a complicated place. There is good everywhere. Disbelief. Sadness. Hopelessness. There’s no point anyway. It's all over. You can't change anything, you’ve fucked everything up. You can be better. You’re hurt, and you can heal. It doesn't have to be this way.

“Please stop,” he begs.

I’m sorry.

The bond opens up, and you huddle closer to him, seeking warmth in the cold. You’re shivering. Emptiness pools in from every side. A numbing wave that threatens- promises- to take everything away. You ignore its call. You focus your intent. Sans’s soul matches yours, pulse for pulse. Strength. Your soul weakens. Bravery. Your soul flutters. Hope. You focus on the moment you left the Underground. You focus on eating fast food for the first time in months. You focus on the stars, trees, and the heat of the sun. You can do this. There's more to be seen.

The bond snaps just as his soul gets strong enough to pull away. You fall backwards, gasping, your heart pounding painfully in your chest.

“F-fuck,” Sans mutters, already having sat up. He pulls his jacket in front of his chest, as if you can still see his soul.

You’re shivering, feeling your soul struggle for rhythm. It hurts. The suddenness of it all is too much. You imagine he must feel the same, because he doesn't try to get up, doesn't even try to acknowledge you. Instead, he stares at the floor, his eye- which seems bigger than it was- shaking. You pull up your knees and hug yourself, taking a moment to focus on your own soul. You take deep breaths, trying to coax it into settling. It takes a while, but eventually it manages to relax into a hum.

“You shouldn't have done that." He says after a moment.

“I shouldn't have? You shouldn't have! You nearly killed us both, asshole!" You snap, looking up at him. His eye doesn't move from the ground.

“You’re the one who thought it would be a good idea to mess with my soul.”

“I was helping you!”

“I was fine.”

“You were dying!”

“Stop shouting.”

“Stop shouting? Stop shouting? I should be fucking screaming! That fucking hurt!”

He flinches, and you have to take a second to slow down and get yourself under control. Which isn't easy, because somebody just gave you the emotional equivalent of whiplash!

“I’m sorry," he mutters. Your breathing halts.

“What?"

“I said I’m sorry," he hisses, looking at you, “you’re right, ok?"

You sigh slightly, “great. Glad we're on the same page. I forgive you.”

He flinches harder. “Right. Ok.”

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Cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool

Which of the boys would have a praise kink? 🤭

Oooh spicy-

Black for sure.

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Gifts? I know u just finished the Q&A but when u have the time, could u write something up about it? :) I was thinking Y/n finding some gold w/in a pile of snow. They remembered Sans wishing he could buy some alcohol from Grillby's for awhile. THey then contemplate whether to give Sans the gold or not since they can't really go get it themselves, but recall how Sans has been changing in really small ways and how they appreciate the effort. The next time he mentions wanting a drink, they get the courage to hand it to him as a gift.

(The introduction for the Q&A was great by the way!! I loved it and didn't think it was cringey! I've seen other people do it before and it's always cool :)

(Thank you for the feedback! Why are we whispering? /j)

I was gonna say no to this, because, uh, while I believe in positive reinforcement, you really gonna have a victim of abuse give their alcoholic abuser alcohol as a reward for being less of a scumbag (when, really he's better off without alcohol)? BUT

The recent ask where he was going through withdrawal made me rethink the reasoning, so here you go:

The walks you've been going on with Papyrus have made things...a lot more bearable. He still doesn't talk to you much, but that's fine. Talking makes you nervous anyway. It's just good to be out of the house, even better to be away from Sans. Not that he's as bad as before, but his moods have been shifting even more rapidly since he started going through withdrawal, and you can't say it doesn't put you on edge.

You've noticed it's starting to unnerve Papyrus, too, though he hasn't said why.

Your foot catches something under the snow, and you fall into one of the little snow poffs at the edge of town. Slowly picking yourself up, you glance at Papyrus, who walks ahead of you, not noticing or not caring about your fall. Brushing the snow off of yourself, you look down, to see something glint in the light. Your brow furrows and you reach down to pick it up. Gold? Unsure of what to do with it, you stuff it into your pocket, glancing at Papyrus again. He doesn't look back, and you jog to catch up with his long strides.

By the time you and Papyrus return, Sans is sitting on the couch. You stiffen a little, even though he doesn't look at you. Papyrus heads to the kitchen.

A couple seconds pass, and you realized you haven't moved an inch from your spot, still waiting for an order that won't come. Stiffly, you start towards the stairs, only to stop when you realize you're fidgeting with the gold in your pocket. You turn back to Sans. He has a book in his hands, but you're sure he's not reading it. His eye hasn't moved an inch from the center of the page.

You start towards him, pausing every second as you debate whether or not to simply walk away. He looks up, and you're frozen. No more running away. You have to do it now, or else he'll be angry you wasted his time.

With humans, withdrawal can be serious- especially going cold turkey like Sans has. Sometimes it can be fatal.

Besides, it's better for you if he isn't moody. Your hand shakes as you put it out. He searches your expression, and then puts his palm under your fist. You drop the coins into his waiting hand, and his eye sockets widen.

"Where-" he begins.

"I found it. Outside." You answer immediately. Then, because you can't stop yourself now, you say, "try not to drink it all at once. You've got to wean yourself off of it." He continues to search your face, and you try not to shift under his scrutiny.

"...thanks, kid."

You manage a nod before you head upstairs, shaking.

...you must be going insane.

[hopefulbunnyx]

SO MUCH FUCKING LORE!!!! THIS IS THE BESTTTTT *injects it straight into my soul*

Additional note here, you may notice your question has been edited- it’s just to make everything flow a little better, so don't worry about it!

The empty void awaits.

Hello! I am the author, and I would like to welcome you to my first (of many, hopefully) Q&A! The cast will arrive shortly, but in the meantime, let me introduce you to the host of my show! Meet, Creepy Eyes (or CE), one and only void cat (shown above), who will be acting as my face!

CE waves his tail.

If y’all have an issue with this introduction- don’t mention it- because cringe culture can kiss my ass! I write fanfiction, fuck you (not actually though, love you guys, /p)! Now, to give us some scenery-

A comfortable lobby appears.

And for the cast-

Fourteen skeletons appear, each turning, some confused and some on edge.

“Where in the world-”

“Hello! You are in the void, or more specifically, in my Q&A- building?- whatever, the details don’t matter. You are here to answer questions from the readers!”

“‘Readers?’”

“Readers! Don't question it. No existential crisis allowed! Just accept it.”

“And where is your voice even coming from?" 

“Don't question the omnipotent presence either!”

“The hell kind of-”

“Alright!  I’ll bless you all with full and complete knowledge of everything- that you need to know.”

The skeletons blink, and then look around at each other with mixed expressions of horror, disgust, and awe.

“Now, moving on-”

“Oh, sorry! But could I ask one question..?” UT Papyrus asks. 

“Yes, you may." 

“What’s your name?”

“You may call me Tea! Now, for introductions! Let’s begin with the Undertale brothers!” 

The room darkens and two spotlights fall on UT Sans and Papyrus.

“This Sans will be called Classic, and Papyrus will be called Vanilla! Now, for the next pair! These two are from the Horrortale universe!”

Two spotlights fall on HT Sans and Papyrus. Sans glares up at the faceless voice, whereas Papyrus simply rubs his eye sockets.

“They will be called Axe and Pie!”

Introductions continue as usual.

“Alright, now that the boring stuff is through, let’s begin with the questions! Starting with…the dirty shit!”

“Huh?”

“Everybody sit!” 

As soon as they do, mugs appear in their hands.

“What you have in your hands there is truth serum tea! It tastes great, and yes, you do have to drink it! All part of the fun, you know? No worries, none of y’all will remember this later!”

“Not concerning at all,” mutters Axe.

Currant just shrugs, “eh, I’m used to it.”

“Alright! Starting with group questions! Take it away, CE!”

CE produces a single notecard, and at the same time, the large TV in the lobby shows the question.

Q: When it comes to other things, fast and hard or slow and sensual?

There’s a round of coughing from a couple of the skeletons. Then, silence.

“Depends on the mood being set,” Currant says, and Wax nods his agreement.

“As much as I hate to agree with this asshole, yeah,” Red says. There are mutters of agreement and nods from everyone else.

CE produces a small stack of cards, and the next question appears on the screen.

Q: To Edge, Red, Blue, Stretch, Classic, and Vanilla: You're about to receive a bite on your collarbone. Gentle or hard?

“Wow. Seriously, who is asking these questions?” Edge asks, crossing his arms.

“As hard as they want it to be,” Red says with a wink, leaning back in his chair.

“Oh, shut up,” Edge hisses at him, but Red just chuckles.

“Gentle?” Vanilla offers next.

“Yeah, same here,” Classic says.

“Ditto.” Stretch says.

“Hard!” Blue declares.

Edge looks away, his face turning whiter. “...gentle.”

To Edge, Red, Blue, Mutt, Rust, and Currant: If you get a chance to bite back, gentle or hard?

“Hard.” Currant says.

“Nobody asked,” Rust snaps.

Currant grins, raising a brow, “but didn’t they..?”

“Just shut the fuck up,” Rust growls, and Currant chuckles.

“Well,” Red says, taking the attention off the pair, “you already know my answer.”

Mutt shrugs, “I don’t mind making them squirm a little.”

“Same answer as before!” Blue replies.

“...gentle,” Edge says under his breath.

The attention falls on Rust, and he slowly turns white. “Hell if I know,” he growls, looking away, “hard, I guess.”

Q: Currant, Wax, Rust, Vulture, Red, Edge, Black, Axe, and Pie: You're being given a sensual kiss, but it can only be placed anywhere besides the face and neck, what spot do you choose? 

Currant grins wide, but before he can say a single word, Rust interrupts.

“Ribs. And it’s the same for the bitch.” He glares at Currant as if to challenge him to argue. Currant just shrugs.

“Sure, I don’t care. They’ll end up where I want them eventually.”

“Also ribs,” Wax says. Pie and Axe nod in agreement.

“Spine, I suppose,” Black says. Vulture nods, his face slightly white.

“They may kiss my feet!” Edge declares, leaning back in his seat confidently. Red chuckles. “What’s that, oaf?”

“Nothin, boss,” Red snickers.

“Well, what about you then?” Edge spits. He smirks, and Edge throws a boot at him, “nevermind! Keep your filthy thoughts to yourself!”

Q: Currant, Wax, Rust, Red, Edge, Mutt, Classic, Stretch, and Axe: What crazy place would you be willing to bang in if you were guaranteed not to get caught?

“But getting caught is half the fun,” Currant says immediately, “but…crazy places?" He grins, “a shed." Rust looks disgusted. 

Stretch shrugs, “what are we counting as crazy here? A car? A public bathroom?”

“Anywhere with a door and a lock,” Axe says.

“Don’t see why we couldn’t keep it at home,” Classic says.

Mutt shrugs, “just about anywhere.” He smirks, “maybe in the woods.”

“Wherever my partner is comfortable with,” Wax says.

“Agreed,” Red says.

“I’m agreeing with the headcase,” Edge says, jabbing a finger in Axe’s direction.

“Yeah. Me too.” Rust says.

“Wonderful! Everyone is doing a great job! Now for the more personal questions!” Quite a few skeletons disappear, leaving only Currant, Axe, Wax, Black, Rust, Edge and Vulture.

Q: Currant and Axe, what song reminds you of your Y/N?

Currant looks thoughtful for a second, smiling just slightly, “maybe…Centuries, by Fall Out Boy.”

“Like Me Better.” Axe answers curtly, side eyeing Currant.

“By Luav!”

Q: Currant, Rust and Axe, how far would you go to make sure your Y/N stayed with you?

“As far as I need to go," Currant says without hesitation, smiling. 

Rust glances at him, disgust in his expression, and then looks away, seeming unsure, “I don't know.” He frowns, slightly. 

Axe looks at the other two with nothing less than judgment. “...depends. If they’re leaving of their own accord, they have a reason. Who am I to stop them? But if someone was trying to take them?” He smiles, just slightly, "what is it you humans say? ‘I’d move heaven and Earth’?”

Q: What if someone strong staked a claim on your Y/N?

“How strong?" Rust asks. “I mean, I’m willing to get my hands dirty, but if you’re implying I have little chance of winning, I’m not getting dusted over a human.”

Currant just shrugs, “once again, I’d do whatever it took.” He grins, "if I can't beat them hand to hand, I’ll find another way.”

“‘Staked a claim’?” Axe echoes, eye sockets narrowing. "What kind of…” he shakes his head, leaning back in his chair, "well, they can have Y/N. Over my dust.” He glances away, "unless Y/N chose them.” His smile is slightly bitter, "then it doesn't really matter.”

The other two give him a look. 

“Thank you, Axe! Enjoy your time off!” He flips off the air and disappears.

Q: Currunt and Rusty-

Currant’s brow raises, whereas Rust’s eye sockets narrow. 

-what if your brother took your Y/N?

Currant’s smile widens, “he wouldn't. But, if he did,” he crosses his legs, “I’d make him regret it.”

Rust looks away, “...I don't know.”

Q: Cunt-runt and Crusty-

Currant doubles over, laughing, “c-cunt-runt? Where the fuck-?”

Rust just blinks. “Crusty?”

Currant laughs harder, “Crusty! Oh, I’m calling you that now!”

Rust glares at him, “I’ll fucking dust you.”

-what if your Y/N and brother were happy together and wanted to share their joy? Like, as a family, with the strongest of bonds. Your actions would not be held against you, as long as you tried to be better.

Currant scoffs, “happy together? What a fever dream.” His grin is slightly forced, “hell no.”

Rust pauses, looking down at the floor, “...happy? A family?” There’s a lapse of silence. “...yeah, I guess.” Sounds crazy as shit, though.

“Anddd, that’s it for the group questions! Everyone to their private rooms!” In a stutter, The room is suddenly much smaller and only Black is sitting on the single couch. “Good luck, Black!”

“Was that a threat?”

Q: First off, Black, how does it feel to know you’re the fan favorite when it comes to bullying a character with spicy situations?

“I’m…what?” He asks, turning white. “Why?” His eye sockets narrow, “if you’re mocking me-”

Q: Can you get back to me about the lap thing? I’ve been waiting for centuries!!

“No.”

Q: In the safety of your room, collar and leash, or handcuffs? Why? I need all of the details!!

He looks to the floor, “...collar. I prefer to have my hands free.”

Q: And, personal question, can you check my soul? I think it might have your name on it…but I don’t know…

His face flares bright white, “uh…”

Q: You're about to receive a bite on your collarbone. Gentle or long and hard? Bet you can’t handle the second choice…

He glares, “I can.” He tips his chin up, “but the first is my preference.”

Q: What would make you feel loved in a romantic relationship?

He pauses in honest thought, sipping his tea, “I suppose…” he stares into his mug for a moment, “physical affection?”

Q: How do you like to be kissed, Captain?

He flushes slightly, “...with warmth.”

“Thank you for your service, Captain! That’s all!”

“Finally,” he says, “I have very important things to attend to after all!”

“Of course.”

Black disappears, replaced with Edge.

“Welcome in, Edge! This shall be kept short!”

He scoffs slightly, “as it should.”

Q: Edge, Mutt told me you have no game; what's your best pickup line? Here, tell it to VBPS Y/N. I'll judge whether it was good or not.

VBPS Y/N appears in the room, looking bewildered. “Uh…”

“He said WHAT?” Edge shouts. He huffs slightly, “well.” He rolls his non-existent eyes and turns to Y/N. Begrudgingly, he takes their hand in his own and a slow blush spreads across his face, despite his stoney expression, “I’ve been made to believe this world is a cold place, but you-” he struggles, “make me believe in the warmth.”

Q: Ah hah, looks like they've fallen for it and are now asking for your hand in marriage in front of everyone in a grand display of affection. What do you do?

Y/N disappears.

“A simple no will suffice, I have no need for such indulgences!” Edge says with a dismissive wave.

“Damn right! Rock being single! Thank you for answering our questions!”

Edge disappears, replaced with Vulture, who looks around for a moment before settling down. CE pulls out the first card.

Q: Vulture, what if you had the opportunity to tell VBPS Y/N anything, but they would not remember it after three hours. What would you say?

He pauses, his expression unchanging despite the thoughts racing through his head.

“What is there to say?” He scoffs, shaking his head, “I suppose I would apologize. For all of the damage I caused, and all of the damage I did not save them from.”

Q: If you also had the opportunity to do things that VBPS Y/N would not remember after three hours? What things would you choose to do?

His brow furrows slightly. “I don’t see what I would need them to forget. But…” he sighs, “perhaps I would make them dinner? It doesn’t make up for anything, really. But…maybe it’d be a step in the right direction.”

Q: If VBPS Y/N was asked the same question and they said they would like for you to pick them up and take them to bed so they can nuzzle their cheek against yours for the next two hours and fifty-nine seconds, while laying on top of you, what do you say?

He shrugs, “I wouldn’t remember, so what does it matter?”

Q: If you were to catch your brother asleep, hugging Y/N, and purring really loudly, what would you think?

How adorable. 

“That would be completely undignified and dangerous for both of them.” He says with a sip of his tea. 

“A fair point! Now, onwards! Thank you, Vulture!”

He disappears, and Rust appears in his place.

“This time space shit is getting real fucking irritating,” he says.

“Noted!”

Q: Rust, would you rather drink one small shot of regular human alcohol or hug VBPS Y/N again for as long as you want, whenever you want?

“H-” he cuts himself off. “Shit. I mean, hu-” he growls, glaring at the mug in his hand, “this stupid fucking tea is strong shit, huh?”

Q: Rust, let’s pretend you’re a normal, stable, monster for a second, 

He frowns. “Seriously?" 

-what questions would you be interested in asking Y/N to learn more about them, as a friend?

There’s a long pause. “Maybe…what hobbies they have?”

Q: If you were to try and better yourself, where would you start? 

“...I’d stop ignoring Papyrus.”

Q: If you were to find Y/N comfortable to hug, how much more likely would you say you'd find yourself hugging them again whenever you're completely wasted?

“I guess it's likely enough,” he says. “I tend to get a bit…soft, if I’m really drunk.”

Q: If you ran out of money to buy drinks from Grillby, what are some new things you would consider doing with your time that wouldn't cause pain to others?

He scoffs. “New things? What the fuck is there to do that's new in this hell hole? What am I supposed to say? Go for a fucking jog?”

Q: You realize the world hasn't ended after you were considerate with Y/N multiple times. How do you feel?

He glares. “I don’t need to be spoken down to.”

Q: Warm blanket or overnight cuddles with Y/N?

He barks a laugh, “Warm blanket. You don't torture people for months on end and then fall asleep next to them. Or else they’ll stab you in the back.” He pauses, glancing down at his hands, “...I would.” But you aren't me. 

Q: Alcohol or hugs with Y/N, which makes you feel warmer and by how much?

He scoffs, “hugs. The embarrassment keeps me nice and fucking toasty.”

Q: What if you let yourself chill out at home but kept up your image whenever you were outside? Like you could play games and tell jokes or teach Y/N some cool tricks! You have a lot of time to just try stuff, anything, even you can admit that! I truly believe your brother and Y/N wouldn't judge you for it; they'd be more relieved than anything. It doesn't have to be anything big, you can start small! You're free to hurt anyone else who gets in your way outside, though. Give it a try, you're strong enough to take on any bad consequences you constantly imagine will happen anyways. And you're not alone.

His eye sockets narrow. “My ‘attitude’ isn’t just for appearances.” He grins mercilessly, “but, sure, I could try playing nice.”

“Now, now, Rust. No need to be snippy with the readers!”

“Shut the fuck up, disembodied voice.”

“I could actually make your life worse than it already is.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing~ have a wonderful day!”

Rust disappears, replaced with Wax.

“O-oh. Hi?” He addresses CE. The cat purrs in greeting before pulling out the first card.

Q: How would you describe your feelings for HLF Y/N?

He looks away, slightly frowning. “I guess…” he shakes his head, "I don't know. Sympathetic?”

Q: What's a memory that perfectly captures your relationship with HLF Y/N?

He laughs a little. “One memory, huh?” He glances away, “...once, near the beginning, I heard them crying in their room. I didn't do anything.” He smiles, but it’s a bitter, sarcastic thing, “I think that encapsulates our relationship perfectly.”

Q: When HLF Y/N was with you last, how did you guys spend your time together?

His expression grows dark, and he seems to consider something for a moment, “...I’d rather not answer that." 

Q: What is your opinion on the relationship between Currant and HLF Y/N?

“I wish it had never begun." He responds softly. “I wish he’d never met them.” He laughs bitterly, “is that answer enough?" 

Q: What is a recent regret you've had a hard time dealing with?

“How could I choose just one?" He asks, looking down at his hands, his voice wavering just slightly. He rubs his face, “I’m sorry. I need a moment.” He gets up and walks off. 

“...Right! Well, we’ll continue his interview after Currant’s, since we’re on a tight schedule!”

Currant appears in the room. He easily relaxes into the couch, nodding to the cat on the desk. The cat’s whiskers twitch in greeting before he produces the next card.

Q: Currant, what actions have brought you the most delight?

“A little broad, don't you think?” He smiles, “well, not like I mind recounting them. Raising Papyrus is probably somewhere on that list. Putting bone through Undyne's head. Dusting Alphys. Taking home my kitten. Training it…”

Q: How would your enemies describe you?

“Ruthless," comes his simple answer. 

Q: How would your victims describe you?

He smiles, "twisted. Tireless. Inhumane.” He pauses, "but that last one’s a given, isn't it? Anyway, I’m sure they would use stronger words.”

Q: I need advice, how would you deal with a slave that kept trying to run away?

He chuckles, “It's simple, really. Ever heard of learned helplessness?”

Q: If you could bring someone back to you again, whether they've left or died, why would you pick them?

His face goes slack. His expression is empty, but his eye keeps getting smaller. “Why?” He echoes, voice hollow. “Because I’m strong now. Because I want nothing more than to make him pay.”

Q: What were the exact thoughts running through your head when you saw VBPS Y/N?

Mine. No, not mine. Something else. But almost the same. 

He smiles slowly, taking a long, deliberate, sip of his tea, “how much I’d like to taste its skin in my teeth.”

Q: How would you describe Wax's relationship with HLF Y/N?

“There isn't one." He says. “I made sure of that.” He pauses, “nothing substantial, anyway." 

Q: How would you describe your own relationship with HLF Y/N?

He smiles, “relationship? I suppose the closest I can think of is a dog with its prized toy.” His head tilts, his eye dilating just slightly, “I don’t often side with dogs, but at least we agree that the best way to enjoy a toy is by tearing it to shreds.”

Q: If you could pick between reverting your world to the state it was in prior to the core shutting down or HLF Y/N never leaving you, which would you choose?

He blinks, caught off guard. “I…” he shakes his head, regaining his composure, “of course I’d-” he struggles silently. “...I’d…” His breathing is uneven as he stares down into his mug, “I think I’d choose…” he sighs, then smiles, “no, I wouldn't go back. I’m not the same monster I was. I’m glad I’m different now. I was weak before. But now I finally get it.” He sits straighter, confident, "I’d choose my kitten. I always will.”

Q: Why have you chosen to hurt someone who is defenseless and weak against you, never had a shred of malice that would rival yours, and isn't even a monster?

He grins wide, his eye pulsing slightly in its socket. “Because it’s fun.” His grin slips, just slightly, “almost cathartic, really.”

Q: What is your way of showing someone you care?

He smiles, “it’s been a while since I’ve done that. But, I guess…being there for them?" He shrugs, “quality time is all I have to offer. And believe me, company is priceless.”

Q: People call you possessive, what actions have you taken that best warrant that label?

“Some people, huh?” Currant asks, with a look directed at CE. The cat shrugs- as much as a cat can. Currant smiles, “well, plenty. Not letting my kitten out would be a good example, I suppose. But it’s better off inside, anyway.”

Q: If you were absolutely alone in the world and could only bring one source of entertainment with you, what would you pick?

Currant laughs a little, “can’t you see? I already am. And I already made my choice.” He leans back in his chair, "one human is all the entertainment I need.”

Q: If your slave were to successfully leave and stay hidden no matter how hard you looked, how would you proceed with the issue?

“Nothing stays hidden,” he says confidently, “but, if it did…well, what’s to be done? I suppose I’d just move on.”

Q: Imagine your slave is living a happy life without you, why would you ever consider ruining it, asshole?

He smirks, “why wouldn’t I? I don't care how it feels. It's mine. What other reason do I need?”

Q: If you had to worry about anyone bad getting you/hurting you in your world, who would it be? Like who's at the top of the watch out list? Could be a past or present thing.

He sips his tea as he considers the question. “My father. I don't know if I could dust him, even now.” He pauses, grinning, “but he’s gone now." He gets a faraway look. 

Q: Hey Currant, what do you think about taking VBPS Y/N away from Rust before he kills them? I wouldn't put it past that guy. He'd probably lose control or something and then boom...they're shattered before he realizes it. Nch, if you don't move quickly, you'll lose out on your entertainment ya know. Then it'll be on you.

“Eh, I doubt he would.” He says, peering into his mug with disinterest, “but if I thought he was pissed off enough, I’d step in. No sense in wasting a prize.”

“And that’s it!”

Currant tuts slightly, “boo.”

“Begone!”

Currant disappears, and Wax reenters, holding a fresh cup of warm tea. Just as soon as he’s settled on the couch, CE puts up the next question. Wax ends up spilling some of the tea on his lap at the sight, though he doesn’t react to the heat.

Q: Wax, how would you feel if VBPS Y/N were to die in your arms?

“If- uh-” he shakes his head, lifting the mug to his face to sip the tea, “I…Asgore…” he sucks in a breath, “not…good. That’s for sure.”

Q: What's one major thing/situation you've had to prepare yourself for since you were a child? To make things clearer, some people say it's kill or be killed, but what did you have to be weary of?

He looks contemplative for a moment, “Maybe…Sans’s triggers? He used to rely on me for a safeguard. If I wasn't ready…” he shudders a little, “well, it wasn't pretty." 

Q: What's one memory that perfectly captures when the dynamic between you and your brother changed?

“I guess…the day after he lost his eye, when he…didn't acknowledge my eye socket. I wasn't…well, I wasn't surprised when he panicked after they attacked him. I forgave him for injuring me. But when he…when he didn't apologize, I suppose that’s what tipped me off.”

“Recommended song is Drifting by On and On.”

“What?” Wax asks. 

“Nothin at all! Thank you for answering our questions, Wax! Have a wonderful rest of your evening!”

“...you too.”

He disappears.

…

Haha! And that’s all folks! Hope you enjoyed, and thank you so much for the questions! I hope they were answered to your liking! I- I mean- the characters (cough)- truly enjoyed answering every single one! The good, the bad, and the dirty ;) jk, none of them were bad.

[hopefulbunnyx]

HorrorFell!Sans (Rust)

Earliest version of HorrorFell!Sans (who is actually Horrortale!Sans but the red and smile reminded me too much of Underfell!Sans that I canned the sketch after finishing it xD)

He looks like such a sweet bean it gives me a such a visceral reaction simply glancing at this drawing xD Man is posing for picture day xD

[hopefulbunnyx]

THIS IS PERFECT!!! HOLY FUCK, FUCK YESSSSS!!!! I FEEL THE CUTENESS THROUGH MY BONES!!! IT'S SO BLINDINGLY BEAUTIFUL AHHHH HECK YESSSS

Also agree with the idea that Rust is like that one feral cat we've all seen before when walking through the neighborhood. 🧐 New drawing idea?? Maybe... eheheheh. I'm supposed to be a Papyrus fan first and foremost what the hell-

wow, has anyone ever told you you're great at writing?? your ideas are so cool!

if it's possible! could you create a fluffy blurb some time after Ending 3 with sans and y/n? i was kind of down earlier and wanted to see some hurt characters be not so hurt :) and if it could include some purring id bev really happy! but its okay if it doesn't, i just love purring!! thank you!

oh - and if i could also tell you a silly viewpoint I have on your character? I like to imagine sans as a feral abused stray cat that lives behind a house who lashes out in fear and hurts you whenever he thinks you're getting too close. but with a lottttt of work, and i mean a lot, he'll eventually stop scratching up your hand, realizing he's in a safe space, that he doesn't have to act so tough, and finally melt into the hug he's never let himself have. and well cats view their human as servants so it isn't too far off!

Haha your analogy isn't too far off ;)

And no problem! I hope your day gets better!

Allow me to share a secret-

Sans was never supposed to have any possibility of redemption ;) but when I was writing ending 3, he kinda just...wasn't an asshole? I was like "hey you're not supposed to do that-" but here we are XD

Anyway. Fluff-

Sans sighs, staring at his empty bottle. He's going to have to get more. He's already used a lot of his gold, though. He won't be able to afford it for much longer. Which is stupid. Really, what the hell does Grillby even need money for? His head snaps up when he hears a creak. You're coming down the stairs, and there's something in your expression that has him uncomfortable.

"The fuck's wrong with you?" He asks.

"Is Papyrus home?" You ask rather than answer. His smile twitches upwards. So you're dodging questions now? It's irritating, but he's not in the mood to punish you. He ignores that he hasn't been "in the mood" since what happened in the shed.

"Nope," he leans back into the couch. You release a watery sigh, and he tracks your movements as you shuffle over to the couch. You stop in front of him, hesitant, your breath shallow, and he raises a brow. "Something you've got to say?"

"I had a nightmare."

"That sucks. Want me to sing you a lullaby?"

Your expression doesn't change. "No." His smile twitches downwards.

"What, can't take a joke? Tell me what you want already." He hisses, noticing that you're shaking, just slightly.

"W-would you get up?"

He frowns. "Keep being vague, kid. I'm sure it'll help." He leans further back.

"Fine." You growl, "I-I'm..." rather than continue, you release a sob. Your shaking grows worse, a tremor running up your spine and through your shoulders. "I'm fucking...I'm just lonely."

"What was that?" He asks despite hearing you just fine.

"I need a fucking hug before I...please. I don't ask for much. I don't ask for anything. B-but I need this."

...for a moment, the silence lengthens.

A hug? From him?

...well, you would have asked Papyrus first, if he was here.

How long has it been since Sans has given a hug? At least three years. Maybe longer. He sighs and gets up. You flinch slightly, but he just spreads his arms.

"Well?"

You shudder, but move in. His soul starts humming immediately, worried over the proximity, but he does his best to ignore it. Your arms wrap around him, and he returns the hug after a moment. Your chin rests on his shoulder, your chest expanding against his.

His soul starts to calm.

Fuck.

Then it starts to buzz.

Don't you fucking dare. 

His bones rattle slightly as the buzz strengthens.

I'll fucking kill you.

As if to call his bluff, the buzz becomes a purr. Warmth flushes through his face.

Shit.

You freeze. "Uh..."

His arms tighten around you, "say a fucking word and we're going to the shed."

You go silent, and for a next couple of seconds, you both stand in silence.

Well, aside from his obnoxiously loud purring.

...the heat does not fade from his face.

[hopefulbunnyx]

VBPS/NSB: Part One: Swapped

(Takes place between chapters nine and ten of VBPS and after the events of NSB.)

You wake up...not in bed. Actually, you don't recognize any of your surroundings. You're in a living room, that much you know, but...you realize that whatever you're leaning on is alive. Slowly, you look up, heart starting to pound. It's Papyrus. But...not? He doesn't have sharp teeth. Instead, they're only chipped. He has both eye sockets too.

"Wh-wha-" you begin, and he looks down at you. To your utter shock, he smiles. Not a slight, passing smile- not one he's forcing down- a genuine smile, warm and bright. You throw yourself off of the couch and hit the ground with a thud.

"Y/N!" He shouts, getting up, hands outstretched. Y/N? Y/N? Papyrus doesn't call you by name! You struggle to your feet, stumbling away from him, just when Sans appears. Oh fuck, you're really screwed now.

"I-I'm sorry," you begin. "I didn't mean to..." fuck, he didn't ask you to speak, what are you doing? Your mouth snaps shut. Sans, at least, looks like himself. Mostly. His eye seems bigger- though perhaps that's a trick of the mind- and his teeth are blunt. His attire is different, too, muted, most of it being in shades of gray and white with the only black being his shorts. You can't read his expression as he takes in the situation, and you realize you've been staring directly into his face. Immediately, you drop your gaze, a slight tremor running up your aching spine.

"What the fuck happened?" He asks, finally.

[hopefulbunnyx]

Level 2...lap.... no no .... Level 2 ...biting... Level 1 is lap... good boy....rizz... spice-o-meter... It's all coming together now eheheheheheheheh

Haha, I wouldn't call that spicy, I'd say that's maybe a Level 2 in the spice-o-meter. I do that stuff to my friends all the time, minus the biting of course (that's what makes it Level 2 instead of Level 1). I'm pretty proud of how well I can spit game though, and any cute skeletons within a 50 mile radius better be careful around me. I eat guys like Black for breakfast 😌

Actually! Now that I think about it...which skeletons would respond well to being told "good boy~" plus their name.

*coughs violently*

Fuckin hell...lmao

Wax, but not in a very serious way. Blue and Black, if it was said in a genuine way rather than patronizingly.

You'd get a visceral reaction from Currant...but I'll leave it up to you guys to theorize about why...