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Had to do a double take when I saw this one (/pos) I’m so glad I inspired you to write your own fluff alphabet for this goofy man!!!

I had a lot of fun reading this so go check it out!!!

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🖤📺Mr. Puzzles' Fluff Alphabet!! 📺🖤

Hey guys!!! The moment I saw snakes-writing-corner's fluff alphabet I couldn't focus on any of my other stuff until I've made one on my own! It's surprisingly easier than the oneshots I'm used to-- but on with the fluff!!!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He is incredibly affectionate and always wants to pamper you with kisses and compliments! Though he only shows it when the cameras stop rolling and he's sure you two are alone.

His love language is words of affirmation, since there is no better way to express his love than saying it directly! You would think he'd eventually run out of things to compliment, but his vocabulary is vast and colourful, making you blush every time. He is also multilingual, so sometimes he'll sweettalk you in a different language only to fluster you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?) 

Since you are his partner (and thus, his only friend), you're already his best friend! But if you weren't dating he'd probably be just as chaotic. He will call you in the middle of the night and ask you for input on his scripts, oftentimes his voice doesn't get picked up clearly and you just hear garbled static with the occasional manic laughter.

Sometimes he'll just skip the phone entirely, break into your house, and put on a movie so you two could watch. If the sound of a door being kicked to the ground or the smell of perfectly cooked popcorn doesn't wake you up, him manhandling you and throwing you at the couch (not on, at) is sure to do the trick!

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He is not used to people touching him or vice versa. The only times in the puzzlevision arc where he touched someone were when he was threatening Mario or fighting the crew, so he only makes physical contact when nessesary.

The closest thing to cuddling he would do is sit next to you and press his screen against your temple. It's not exactly a kiss, but more like him resting his head on you after a long day.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?) 

If you were to live in his studio together he would give you your own room and personalize it to your needs! He doesn't need to clean much since he almost never leaves his office unless it is to either pester the Smg4 crew or hang out with you.

If you two live at your place he'd be a little bit more organized and take on all the cooking. He has been the host for a few MasterChef-like shows, so he knows how to make a nice three course meal when you both eventually get tired of takeout. His specialty is breakfast, mainly pancakes, and he takes great pride in it!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) 

He would never allow himself to break up with you, and if you were to break up with him, he simply won't let you. Every time you'd try to explain that you're leaving him he'd either talk over you or just cover his antenna and pretend he's not listening, all the while still doing romantic gestures for you as if nothing happened. He is naturally stubborn and refuses to take any form of rejection.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) 

Almost immediately. He would throw a big, sappy wedding and show up in either the cleanest, most stylish sleek suit on the market or the biggest, most beautiful poofy dress ever made.

He'd record the whole thing in five different angles to get every detail on film, but he won't release it to the public. This special day will be for his eyes only.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Incredibly gentle! He doesn't touch you often, but when he does, his fingers are featherlight, and the cozy warmth of his old screen pressed against your face is always comforting.

He could get a little harsh sometimes and say things he really wasn't supposed to, but he always comes back and apologizes when things go too far.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)

He is not used to them at all. Usually if anyone else were to hug him he'd kick them off immediately, but he's more patient when it comes to you.

He feels safe enough around you to let you get closer, but he'll be frozen stiff the entire time, not entirely comfortable with the pressure on his skin just yet. Still, every time you back away he'd insist he doesn't mind, and he means it, he appreciates every form your love comes in. And if you're ever upset, he'll wrap his lanky arms around you and just keep them there until you're feeling better.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) 

In the early stages of your relationship he wouldn't actually see you as a love interest, but pretend to be interested so you'll fall for him and be there in case you were ever useful.

Soon, however, he found himself actually catching feeling for you. And after some inner turmoil, he finally confesses for real! After that, he would say 'i love you' in almost every conversation. At first he copied what he saw on television, he'd recreate every dramatic gesture and cheezy date, but it would always leave him frustrated for whatever reason.

It wasn't until you pointed out that he was acting instead of actually having fun that he started to slip out of his show host persona. Now his use of 'I love you' is much more sparse, but every time he says it, you know he means it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) 

Extremely. He is agressively passive-aggressive and if he sees anyone even looking at you in a way he doesn't like he'd immediately be onto them. He'd start off polite at first, basically telling them 'get out or I will throw you out' without saying it, but if they still don't get the hint he will grab them by the scruff of the neck and drag them out.

He would come back to you with a muffin from the snack cart and lead you away to show you his progress on filming the upcoming movie. You're not listening though, neither are you eating, the faint smell of gunpowder coming off of him immediately stumping your appetite.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are him pressing his screen against your face. He doesn't have lips, but his gentle electronic warmth is enough to linger on your skin. He loves kissing your face and hands, having them securely in his hold as he peppers you with kisses. He also likes it when you kiss back, especially around the wires on his wrists and neck, as it is one of the few places where he can still feel touch.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) 

He's not really a kids guy. On one hand most of his shows are aimed towoards a younger audience, and he wants to introduce kiddos to the wonders of TV! On the other...he can't handle the loud crying and sticky fingers.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

At the morning you will wake up to the smell of freshly made breakfast before you feel him pulling the covers off of you and dragging you to the kitchen. He'd talk about his plans for the day while you're still waking up and grazing on your toast. 

He would then head to the studio, but not before kissing you and saying goodbye like a working husband going out for a long day at the office.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) 

Due to his upgrades and mostly electronic nature he doesn't need to sleep. Usually when you go to bed he stays up in his office, pouring his heart out on a script he'd likely end up tossing. Sometimes when he's lonely he'd quietly sneak in your room and lay down next to you, his screen facing you on a blank, staticy channel.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) 

He doesn't mind sharing his 'tragic backstory' with others, seeing it as just another selling point of his persona, but you seem to be the only one to take it seriously. The irreversible effects of long-term isolation had warped him into a charecature of what he loved most.

You try to make him see just how horrible his situation is so he can start to heal and develop a real personality, but it seams near impossible to get through to him. You can't fix something that dead and gone.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) 

Patience is not a virtue Puzzles acknowledges. The second something goes off scrip he will freak out and immediately focus all of his resources on fixing it. He craves control and if something doesn't go his way he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. When he is sulking in his office even the smallest little thing can set him off. 

Luckily, he seemed to have mellowed out after his defeat. When he gets worked up, instead of exploding and taking it out on the closest thing to him (he still misses his favorite remote), he simply let's out a long, tired sigh and goes back to work. Progress, you'd like to believe!

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) 

He has a very advanced database that he's already explained to you in detail, but you still can't grasp how it works exactly. What you could somehow get was that ever since his face surgeryupgrade, he has been able to record and play back everything he's seen in vivid detail.

He has special folders of where he stores information and one of them is entirely dedicated to you. Every single interaction or passing glimpse is recorded, and sometimes when you're away for a while he likes to play them back and just listen to you talk.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) 

Probably when he realized you were more important to him than everyone else. It was before you guys started dating. He was in the office repairing his hand after a loose prop fell on him, but he couldn't lock the mechanism in place with just one arm.

It wasn't until you walked in and offered to help that he finally let you touch him, albeit only his non-feeling, motionless palm. When he was done he muttered a quiet 'thanks' and began readjusting the fiberglass plates.<

"No problem, that's what friends are for, after all."

That was when it really sunk in. You guys really were acting just like friends. And it wasn't a staged act or anything, it was all just natural interactions. He had to rationalize it in his brain for quite a bit after that. Were you really friends, or was that just a passing remark? No, you actually meant it. Would he consider you for a friend to begin with...yes.

And so it was official. The day he gained his first friend.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?) 

He has never felt the need to hire bodyguards, since his pointer finger alone is considered a highly lethal weapon, not only that, but he has complete control over the studio. So if anyone ever tried to break in, he'll just snap his fingers and have a heavy piano prop crush them.

That being said, he is your personal guard dog and will absolutely snap someone out of existence if he feels you are being threatened. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) 

Puzzles is a tryhard in every way the word could be interpreted. When he figured out there's more to a relationship than surface level romantic cliches, he began to put more thought into what he gifts or what dates he takes you on, wanting them to be just perfect for you! 

Just like the shows he directs, most of them are hit or miss, but he puts his soul into every single thing he does for you, and you'll always treasure that!

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His smoking and temper. He's a chain smoker, having one every odd day on good weeks, and blowing through a pack on particularly rough ones. 

For his temper, he usually has a specific set of rules before blowing up. First - try nicely. If that doesn't work, try again, but a bit more sternly. If that doesn't work, try again, but this time make it a clear, threatening warning. And if that doesn't work either, just brainwash them into complying.

You have gone through most of those stages at least a few times, but not the last one. At least, not that you remember. Maybe he figured taking control wasn't worth the trouble, or he was so frustrated that he didn't want to deal with you anymore, but you did notice his patience has been improving, especially when it came to you. Maybe all those therapy sessions you dragged him kicking and screaming to were working!

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Looking as nice as possible is a must, especially if it is to impress you! He obsessively fixes his puffy arm sleeves to fold just right, and if there's something wrong with his current outfit like a stain he hasn't noticed or a crease that won't go away he will just replace the entire outfit with a new, completely identical one. </p>

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. No matter at what stage of the healing journey he's in, you will always be a big part of his world. If you go, he loses his partner, his best friend, his co-director, and everyone he's ever loved. He'd be left alone, as he always was, with his TV. . .And for the first time in forever, he'd grow to hate it.

X = Xtra (Random HC) 

While it was his lifelong dream to work in the creative field of television, Mr. Puzzles is not a creative person. He's more of a businessman than a director, creating several successful tech companies for the sole purpose of funding the studio, despite the low ratings. 

Low ratings which are caused by his complete inability to be original, pulling plot points from other established classics and writing them in with his own, stiff, awkward style of storytelling.

He speaks every language ever shown on TV, is fully able to perform invasive surgery without any risks, knows the copyright laws so well, he might as well be a lawyer, had a hand in engineering and programing his body, and has definitely done some less than legal things to get where he is today in the industry. And yet the thing that stumps him is actually being creative.

Y = You (How would they talk about you?)

Your relationship with him is one of the very few things he wishes to keep in his 'private life', so he doesn't talk about you often, mostly just quickly mentioning you when he explains his absence. "Ah, so sorry for depriving you all of my presence, my lovely partner wanted to watch 'Food fight' for the first time and I simply HAD to intervene!"

". . .who invited y-"

"ANYWAYS back to the show!-"

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) 

He has a powered down mode when he recharges. Before going in that mode he'll go to your room and lay down army style on your bed, but by the time you come home you'll see him  sprawled out on your bed, one foot on the pillow, the other dangling from the edge, with his screen displaying the puzzlevision logo bouncing off the four walls of his monitor.

Thank you guys for reading, hope you enjoyed and have a great day!!! 💕💗💞

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Warnings: tBoB spoilers, cartoon violence, Bill being Bill

Summary: After dropping out of college you move back to Gravity Falls. Coincidentally, one of your college buddies decided to use his grant money to investigate the supernatural occurrences of this town. His and your curiosity leads to the two of you meeting a peculiar triangle. Or- The long story of how Bill ruins your life! How fun!

Chapter 1

Bang!

A creature of unimaginable horror shrieks in pain, holding its injured limb. Enraged, it grabs a hold of a pine tree. The creature uproots it and hurls it as forcefully as it possibly can. Which considering the size of it, is very forceful.

It crashes with the forest floor beside you, taking down other trees from the impact. Climbing onto the fallen tree, you reload your weapon and shoot at your target.

Bang!

It hits its chest- Perfect!

The creature dismantles into hundreds of tiny gnomes, scrambling and looking for an escape route or for additional orders. You snag a fallen tuft of beard hair from the ground.

Your colleague is going to appreciate this. He's always looking for more tests to run, data to collect. What better gift is there than the DNA of a magical being?

One of the gnomes shakes his fist at you, spouting curses, "You will rue the day you challenged the gnomes! We are a mighty race-!"

Softly, you nudge the gnome to the side. It's almost noon and you promised your colleague you'd meet him today. The diner isn't far from this part of the forest.

Ever since you moved back to Gravity Falls your life has been a never-ending adventure. The supernatural has always drawn you in- how could you refuse its call? The feeling must be mutual, even on days you don't look for mystery it finds you anyways.

Like Ford using his grant to investigate this town. The two of you were good friends back in college. You shared a love for all things strange and unknown. You bumped into him at the convenience store one night after he had been chased by a gremloblin. He couldn't stop himself from telling you about his recent run-in with death!

Ever since then the both of you have been comparing notes on the creatures of Gravity Falls. It's been nice to have someone to share adventures with.

You dust yourself off as you finally exit the forest you notice a familiar face.

"Mrs. Ramírez-" you call to your housemate, "Do you need help with your bags?"

"Gracias cariño." she smiles and hands you some of her grocery bags. You take the ones she handed you and then the rest. "Ay, you'll hurt yourself if you carry too much."

"Don't worry Ms. Ramírez, it's nothing I can't handle."

She shakes her head, "Let me open the trunk for you." Ms. Ramírez unlocks the trunk an you pile the bags in.

"Corn husks? Are you making tamales?" You catch a peek of the bags contents.

"Tomorrow, I'll make extra for your friends." She closes the trunk.

"Oh you don't have to do that-"

"Shtz- I don't have to but I want too." She uses her warning tone, "I'm making enchiladas for dinner, don't stay out too late so you can join me."

You grin, "Of course, Ms. Ramírez."

"There's the sonrisa I love to see, I'll see you later tonight cariño." She gets in her car and drives away.

You look down at your watch and notice the time, you're late. It's fine, you're sure Ford can handle himself until you make it to the diner.

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What is taking you so long?

Ford clicks a pen, making up elaborate riddles in morse code. He doesn't expect anyone will understand them of course. It's just a way to keep his mind busy.

"How's the coffee treating you sweetie?" The waitress walks to the table with a coffee pot in hand, "Want me to pour you some more? On the house for you hun. Wink." She winks.

He hesitantly nods, "Um, yes. Please, that's kind of you."

She pours the liquid and smiles at him once more before walking away.

The waitress has stopped by at least three times now trying to make small talk and he has no clue how to respond. Everytime she comes around she pours him more coffee.

He's not sure how many more mugs he can drink before he gets sick. But what else is he supposed to do? Put himself into an awkward situation where he explains why he doesn't want more coffee? Say no? What kind of madman does this woman take him for?!

Is she flirting? Is she taunting him? Is she a secret agent conspiring against him? You don't typically have the habit of being late... wait. Are you in danger? Has one of Gravity Falls creatures gotten a hold of you?

He stands up. He needs to go save you-!

The bells on the diner door jingle. It's you!

Oh, thank God. Ford falls back into the booth. He couldn't have handled another second of anxiously sitting in this diner.

"Sorry I'm late Ford." You slide into the booth seat across from him, "I had a run in with the gnomes."

Ford sighs and pushes up his glasses, "...It's alright. You had me worried for a second."

You dismiss his worries with the wave of your hand and put the beard hairs on the table. "I made sure to get some for you."

Ford gives you a questioning look. "As much as I enjoy your company, I don't think I want your hair follicles."

"No, Ford- It's to look at the DNA of gnomes."

He gasps, "Brilliant!" Ford exclaims. "This might give us insight into what the monsters in Gravity falls are made of!"

"Mhm."

The waitress makes her way back around to the table, she notices you, "Fancy seeing you again! Thank you for fixing the electrical do-hickey's last time. We were about to close down before you offered to help." She laughs, "What would you like to drink honey?"

You make your order, "Thank you, Susan."

Ford clears his throat, "Onto what I called you for," He lowers his voice, "I found a cave within the forest. Along the entrance there were cryptic messages and warning not to thread further in. I wanted to know if you'd like to accompany me. I thought it'd be safer to go together."

"A cave with warnings to not go in?" You nod. "Ignoring those warnings and exploring it anyway is the obvious choice."

"That's exactly what I was thinking! After you finish your drink, we should head in." Ford holds up his bag to show you, "I brought provisions for both of us in case anything happens."

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Porcelain after porcelain figurine shatters on the ground.

"Stupid humans!" Bill throws the entire shelf down, "And their stupid inability to follow orders!"

"'Absolutely, Bill we're best friends forever! Let's name the constellations together- actually scratch that- here's a slice of betrayal pie instead!' Yeah? Well jokes on you because you're DEAD now!" He mocks, "First human to choke on air! Suck on that!"

Jheselbraum rolls her eyes and nudges a henchmaniac. "Eight-Ball, get the broom." She nonchalantly approaches Bill, "Dude, are you seriously still dwelling on the shaman? That was like thousands of years ago man. Let it go."

"I am not dwelling on it." Bill crosses his arms, "I am remembering our good times together with bitterness and hatred because that guy was a total LOSER!"

She deadpans. "I think you described the exact definition of dwelling."

He sets fire to another piece of furniture and throws it at her head. Her eyes widen and she ducks. She looks at him with disbelief.

"Not cool dude!"

"Get out!"

"Fine! Have it your way and keep dating humans that want nothing to do with you!" She exits the room and slams the door behind her.

A thud hits the door after Bill throws a chair at it.

That's it! He's going to end humanity once and for all, he doesn't need those twerps. He'll find another way to build this portal!

Bill forcefully swings the door open and passes his unusually fidgety henchmaniacs. He's going to blow the horn to have Daryll rise from the ocean and drown humanity in brine-!

Bill stops in his tracks.

A shiver runs throughout Bill's entire body. A giddy feeling follows close after.

The shaman's spell has been reversed.

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Mr. Puzzles Fluff Alphabet

Requested by… Me!

Coming out of hibernation ‘cause there is not enough Mr. Puzzles x Reader content out there so I am contributing to the pile because the hyperfixation I have on this man has me in a fucking death-grip.

It is 2 in the morning when I’m posting this so yippie brain-rot!!!

Anyways alphabet under the cut :D

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very. I mean you are kind of the only person who’s ever bothered to get close to him!

He was extremely clingy when the two of you were just friends, but now that you’re his partner? That’s increased tenfold.

He’s very unpredictable so he’s pretty much a wildcard when it comes to ways he’ll show affection.

Sometimes he’ll gently pull you along by grabbing your wrist, sometimes he’ll nuzzle into your hair or neck, maybe he’ll cup your face like you’re a glass sculpture that might shatter, and sometimes he’ll just pick you up and twirl you around. Honestly? This lovable director will show you any kind of physical affection under the sun.

I do think he particularly would like to hold your hand though. He likes the warmth of your hand in his, and how it’s so small compared to his. It’s like your hand was just made for him to hold!

Overall, any physical affection is fine by him as long as he gets to touch or hold you!

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

I fear having this man as a best friend because that means chaos.

Yes being in a romantic relationship with him would be chaos, but a friendship I feel would be more chaotic somehow???

Will break your door down to get an opinion on a new show he’s been working on, and will absolutely pester you until you comply.

Would probably get you to star in said show and then poke fun at you the entire time. Lovingly of course mind you!

Lots of talk sessions where the two of you just talk shit about other people because this man lives for drama, like wants the tea on everyone.

Would break into your house at 2 in the morning to steal food like a fucking rat (I say this in a loving way).

Anyways being besties with him means say goodbye to your doors because he’s kicking them all down to get your attention.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddling is definitely a must!!! Like he would love to cuddle!!!

This man has no preference to cuddling he just wants to hold you close to him! Definitely big spoon no questions asked, but he also loves having you lay on his chest.

I think his favorite way to cuddle though would be on his side with you snuggled into his chest. You would probably look very small compared to him like his body would basically envelop yours, but hey he’d be very warm at least! Mr. Puzzles would probably just lazily comb through your hair with the goofiest smile on his face, whispering little words of affirmation under his breath as he did so.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?)

Oh definitely! But, after he becomes all rich and famous! He wants the best life for you after all!

Definitely a housewife though when he’s not busy working on his shows, like this man is a workaholic. I genuinely think he enjoys cleaning and repetitive tasks in general, helps him think.

When working on his shows or stressed? Yeah no the living space can easily become a train-wreck as he gets increasingly more frustrated over whatever he’s working on.

You could probably leave the studio on any given day, and either come back to it spotless or a wreck. There’s like a 50/50 shot whenever you leave.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Nuh-uh, not happening, you are literally stuck with him now, and he is NEVER LETTING YOU GO. :)

Yeah that’s definitely not concerning! Good luck my guy because Mr. Puzzles has some attachment issues, and will not leave you no matter what you do!

But hey! You probably won’t get to leave him either! At least he won’t let you without a fight! (Get this man some therapy or something)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Very big on commitment honestly part of him wants all of your attention to himself, but he loves you enough to not go that far.

I think he’d be kinda iffy on marriage. On one hand he could throw this big event for the two of you, letting everyone know you’re his.

On the other, he’s fine not getting married at all! As far as he’s concerned as long as you’re completely committed to him romantically there’s not really a reason to get married?

Honestly whether he gets married to you or not would depend on your preference.

Would probably still get you an engagement ring of some kind no matter what your answer is, just so others�� know you’re committed to someone.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Oh my god this man? Gentle as a feather physically. Emotionally? He tries to be as gentle as he can, but that temper gets the better of him sometimes.

He holds you like you are glass about to shatter, like he’s holding the most precious thing in the world.

Cups your face in his gloved hand and just admires you like the most beautiful art piece ever created. Might even lightly bump his screen against your head wondering how he got so lucky.

Most of the time he’s a bit aloof regarding your emotions he likes to tease you after all!

But in serious moments his tone will get noticeably softer as he listens, and tries to help you with whatever you are dealing with in anyway he can.

Now granted, Puzzles gets frustrated easily, and might lash out at you occasionally or straight up manipulate you, but he tries to make up for it.

Just be patient with him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)

Yes.

Hugs are a constant thing with this man he loves to hug and hold you. Though he will probably pick you up to hold you.

Most of the time he’ll come up from behind, pick you up, spin you around a bit, saying something like “There’s my little angel!”, and then hug you!

Definitely puts his screen to your head and makes a loud “mwah!” sound.

He’s a dork when it comes to hugging he wants to make you smile, that and he just likes having you close to him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

After you get together?

All. The. Time.

Not in a bad way of course he wants you to know he absolutely adores you! Words of affirmation are part of his love language after all!

Says stuff like “I love you my precious starlight.” or “Gosh you’re just so cute! I truly do love you when you give me that look my dear!”

He is serious every time he says it though, but will not hesitate to fluster you with that phrase.

Can imagine him saying “I love you.” in a low husky voice to make you weak in the knees.

He likes to see you get all red in the face and become a stuttering mess. He’s a tease like that. :)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Puzzles has attachment issues this man gets extremely jealous very quickly.

If he thinks anyone is getting even a little touchy with you? He’s walking over, putting his arms around you, and talking to the offender with fake enthusiasm and venom in his voice.

The person doesn’t get the hint? Lightly veiled threats start coming out.

Would resort to violence as a last resort.

If it’s a more light version of jealousy he’ll probably dramatically pout in the corner with his arms crossed until you come over and give him attention.

He’s very dramatic with jealously like a dog not getting attention when it wants it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Uhhhh I mean he has a TV for a head he can’t exactly kiss you per se.

But Puzzles tries to make it work! Most commonly he’ll gently tap his screen to your head or hands with a little electric shock to give the illusion of an actual kiss.

Is not much for you kissing his screen though since he’ll have to clean it afterwards…

But you want to get this man to melt into you? He loves being kissed on the neck, or on the bottom of his TV, might as well send sparks through his entire body. Would definitely love neck bites as well.

Honestly would not care where you kiss him he’s just happy getting your affection.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I think he’d be pretty good around children at least outwardly.

Probably would be trying to entertain them with cartoons or little puppet shows.

Do not think he’d actively put himself in a situation to be around children though. I don’t think he likes them very much.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Puzzles would get up without waking you, get dressed, get some coffee, and then would make the two of you breakfast.

You typically tend to wake up before he’s finished, but if you aren’t then he’ll gladly give you breakfast in bed!

Would make fun of you for being a sleepyhead though.

Mornings with Puzzles would start off quiet, but get progressively louder as you both wake up a bit.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

I feel like nights go one of two ways.

Either A. Chaotic as hell or B. Actually nice

A chaotic as hell night includes Mr. Puzzles having some sort of mental break which results in him overworking himself and refusing to go to sleep and/or him frantically at a board with a bunch of papers on it trying to come up with ideas.

While this rarely happens it can if his shows aren’t doing as well as he would like or if you’re gone for long periods of time. The best thing to do here is gently talk to him and get him away from his area of work to help him calm down. A nice cup of hot tea or hot cocoa would help as well!

A nice night is more common though since Puzzles does think sleep is important. Probably ends with the two of you winding down by either cuddling in bed or watching TV (an actual TV though not his head he likes being able to hold you) while you two have blankets and/or hot tea to sip on.

Alternatively you two will cuddle in bed and just talk about whatever comes to mind until you two fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s pretty open about his past but not so much about what he doesn’t want you to see.

He shares stories from when he was a kid a lot, mainly about his mom, (I get a huge mama’s boy vibe from him) or his struggles making friends and connections until you showed up.

Also talks about his frustrations about getting into directing shows and how no corporate big shot would give him a chance so that’s how he made his own company! Also loves talking about ideas for new shows or really anything that comes to mind this man has no filter and just says what pops in his head.

He does not talk about things he doesn’t want you to know. Mainly that he smokes but he’s also definitely done some fucked up stuff in the past to get where he is today so he keeps that under wraps.

Wouldn’t want his darling angel to worry about those little hiccups~

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

We are literally talking about the person who sang about how ‘patience is a virtue uttered by fools’ this man has close to none.

He gets very frustrated and angry when things don’t go how he planned them to. He also can get frustrated if you don’t tell him things.

While he never tries to direct his anger at you he tends to lash out when frustrated and says things he doesn’t mean. However, he would probably apologize in the end if he really hurt you with his words.

Would never think of getting physically violent with you though he would much rather cut off his own head again than do that.

It would be very odd hot to see the man who holds you so gently be able to so easily make a sizable dent in a metal object.

Definitely has punched many holes in the walls and covered it up with something.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

My guy.

My buddy.

This man will remember every little thing you have told him about anything you like. He has a little notebook dedicated to writing little details about you so he doesn’t forget.

Knows just about everything you’ve either off-handedly mentioned about yourself or straight up told him.

Has various things written down like your favorite color, food, drink, cartoon, etc. Like literally anything you can think of that you could say about yourself he probably has written down.

Also has a page just describing how much he loves your looks down to the littlest detail but that’s not as important.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you two officially became partners.

He was so anxious to ask on the inside but kept the outwardly performance up as he was desperately trying to figure out how to go about it.

He broke one night and frantically made a board full of ideas for what he could do, but none of them were good enough! You deserved so much more than-than this!

You just so happened to walk into this scenario but Mr. Puzzles didn’t notice you as he was too focused on his board. You heard him muttering to himself about how “this had to be perfect” and “no, no that wouldn’t-”.

You eventually got concerned and walked up to him, accidentally scaring the living daylights out of him by the way, and as he tried to stutter something out you realized just what the board was about.

You then looked at him as he was still trying to come up with an excuse and just looked at him with wide eyes as you just blurted “And here I was scrambling to figure out a way to ask you out myself.”.

Puzzles just stared at you wide eyes and shouted “Wait really!?”

Anyways that night ended with you two just watching a movie on the couch and you’ve been together ever since.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Oh very protective.

Like you get scary tall guard dog partner privileges.

Most of the time if you’re with Puzzles no one would really dare to try anything because of how tall your TV man is, but on the off chance some asshole wants to try his luck?

Well Puzzles most definitely has a kill count.

In actuality he’d probably make threats towards the person, never getting outwardly aggressive as he doesn’t like to be the one fighting, but if the aggressor tries to touch you?

All bets are fucking off.

Despite what his personality may suggest to you if it comes down to it this man can pack a punch if need be. He is deceptively strong for how he looks and could easily beat a man to death if he wanted to.

While the fight would not end with the aggressor’s death as Puzzles does not want to kill someone in front of you, there is a good chance that person might end up mysteriously dead with no evidence tracing the murder back to him later down the line.

This man is slightly unhinged when it comes to keeping you safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

This is Mr. Puzzles we’re talking about he’s going all out!

Would definitely have a fancy dinner or something equally extravagant. I can see him liking to slow dance with you in a ballroom if given the chance.

If you prefer more casual dates then hey he’s up for that too! He’s paying though no ifs, ands, or buts about it! He loves movie dates and stargazing as date ideas.

Anniversaries are an all out occasion he’s standing his ground on that one because it’s special date and he wants the entire day to be special to the both of you.

Tries to get you gifts he knows you’ll like instead of fancy things though.

Okay maybe one or two pretty rings and such but mainly things you’d actually enjoy or give that big smile at receiving. I think gift giving is one of his love languages after all so expect to have lots of little trinkets.

He tries his best to make you smile everyday so he tries a lot for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has some… unfavorable aspects of himself he doesn’t want you knowing the true extent of.

He does not want you to know he smokes as he thinks it’s an undesirable habit and always deflects any questions about why he might smell like smoke or any cigarettes you might find.

His temper also gets the best of him at times leading to him lashing out and making dumb decisions that he tends to regret if he thinks about it too much. Though he has wrangled it in around you it can be explosive and violent when you aren’t around to witness the full extent of it.

He is also very obsessive with you and he knows it. It’s definitely toxic obsession as well because at his worst moments mentally he has debated keeping you to himself and not letting you leave. He’s also considered sabotaging all of your relationships so you only rely on him and no one else.

A dark part of him wants to keep you all to himself so no one can take you away from him ever.

Thankfully, he respects and loves you too much to act on those thoughts but god rest the poor soul that does anything bad to you because odds are…

Their life is on a very short timer.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Oh my god yes.

Yes he so is.

He wants to look his best around you 24/7 all day every day and somehow does not even have to try for it.

He needs to always look presentable because a good director should always look ready all the time!

Is dramatic as fuck if his shirt gets wrinkled or something like damsel with their hand on their head going “my poor husband” dramatic.

He’s very silly like that and you love him for it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes.

You are the only person who ever really tried to get to know him, who puts up with his silly shenanigans, and who he fell in love with.

Truthfully without you? He’d completely lose it mentally because you are his rock. The one person he knows can pull him back from the darkest corners of his mind.

Not that you’d ever know this but Mr. Puzzles does. He knows that now that he has you he would not be able to live without you and continue to pretend to be even remotely sane.

X = Xtra (Random HC)

Plays his dreams or soft static on his screen when he’s in a deep sleep.

Claps his hands when excited and fidgets with his suspenders a lot.

Also makes tons of motions with his hands while he talks.

Y = You (How would they talk about you?)

This goes one of two ways.

Either he’s all giddy and cheerful like a schoolgirl with a massive crush or sounds very concerning as he talks about you like a follower would a god.

Pick your poison because both are accurate it just depends on how he’s feeling that day.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Will. Not. Let. Go.

Like if you wake up before him you are not getting up because he has the grip of a koala and probably has his arms and legs wrapped all around you.

But sometimes if you wake up before him he ends up in the funniest positions like sprawled out in ways that should break his bones. It can be very funny and disturbing at the same time.

[snakes-writing-corner]

You all really seem to like this concept huh?

I was not expecting this big of a reaction to a silly little chaos bandit x North Star concept, but gosh I am like genuinely blown away by how much support this has gotten!

As much as I would like to make this a book for you all, I unfortunately, am a bit too busy with life right now to write a full blown story with a planned out plot. That and I can’t exactly trust myself to actually finish it.

BUT! I will say if anyone wants to use this concept (more specifically I suppose the personality I‘ve come up with for the reader), for their own stories or OCs I say go for it! Always down for morally grey/chaotic neutral character types!

But, I will say this for those of you wanting more content of our lovely havoc-wrecking bandit and our dashing shooting star sheriff!

While I don’t exactly plan on writing a full on book for this, I might write various headcanons and little snippets of scenes (formed in a one-shot format like this one), I would imagine to take place with my specific iteration of the reader.

So hey you got any requests or questions shoot me one! I promise I don’t bite, well, at least not usually. :)

Recently been obsessed with Undertale Yellow, and I am very much in love with a certain star cowboy. Long story short I need to get this idea out of my head before I forget.

Hear me out.

North Star x Bandit Reader

————————

You heard about this little town growing in popularity in the Wild East. A little place in the Dunes where monsters can get a taste of the surface, with some interesting characters to make the area more appealing.

The main attraction, of course, being “The Feisty Five” as they call themselves. Just a group of human-interested friends wanting to have a little fun, and bring hope to the other monsters trapped in this hellhole.

The Feisty Five are indeed… an interesting group. Not particularly threatening, but a good group to hang around with if you’re looking to have some fun. Most you’d have to look out for is Mooch, who ironically, has a nasty stealing habit.

Oh but what caught your eye the most? The self-proclaimed sheriff of the Wild East.

“North Star” is the name he goes by, and boy is he quite the charmer!

Initially you came by the Wild East looking for a bit of excitement. A place where you could have a bit of fun and mess with the residents before moving along to the next unfortunate destination.

Oh but this? This was a lot more fun than you ever thought it would be!

The Feisty Five despite being the “protectors” of this town were, quite frankly, terrible at the protecting part. Just a gaggle of monsters living out some sort of human-based fantasy.

Unfortunately for them, you had a streak of causing trouble wherever you went, and to this day you’d never been caught for it.

Living in the underground got… boring after a while. Everyone living in a zombie-like state of hopelessness and despair was a bit too… depressing for your taste.

Call it morally wrong, but you wanted monsters to feel, well, anything! So you resorted to becoming a… well North Star would call it a “bandit” if he knew.

During what monsters considered night-time, you’d don on your trusty cloak and mask and cause a bit of mischief. Breaking and entering, stealing, blowing things up, occasionally scaring any poor monster who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? All were fair game to you!

You weren’t a completely terrible monster however! Any damages caused would end with the owner of the property mysteriously ending up with the gold to fix it, and stolen items would always be returned by the next night. It was simply just to stir up a bit of chaos and have some fun! That and it got monsters feeling something other than hopelessness!

Which leads us to the situation at hand.

You started living in the Wild East for a little while. A few months at least, getting time to know the locals so when the chaos ensued… well you wouldn’t necessarily get blamed if the town trusted you right?

In that time you grew a bond with the Feisty Five. Honestly who wouldn’t! They all had their quirks that made them fun to be around!

Ed despite being the muscle of the group had a heart of gold, and was very fun to mess around with. You still remember his face when you snuck that little fizzy tablet into his drink, and it exploded all over his face. His reaction was priceless!

Moray was always a chill monster to be around. You enjoyed how you two seemed to be able to talk about anything, and admired their skills with a sword. Truthfully, you had a bit too much respect for them to pull a prank… yet.

Ace was a mysterious fellow, the most quiet out of the four for sure. You two never talked much, but you quite enjoyed the card game he used to offer you. Keyword on “used to”, he stopped doing that after you won one too many times. You got revenge about a month after that with an unfortunate loose floorboard in the saloon.

Mooch was a lot like you actually, mischievous and a pretty good thief at that! You quite like her and can’t wait for the day you can steal all the gold she’s taken from you back. Friendly competition and all that, but stealing it now would blow your cover so you wait. In the meantime some harmless pranks from time to time that can’t be traced back to you will do.

Oh and now for your favorite member of this rag-tag gang, the sheriff himself! North Star was definitely a fun guy to be around! Matched your dramatic flair almost too well honestly! His hero act was always one you enjoyed feeding into, especially considering what you had planned.

Oh right! That little plan of yours is exactly why you’ve stuck around the Wild East for so long!

You see, North Star wanted to play the dashing hero, but you can’t be a hero without a worthy adversary to face can you?

Sure the town had Vengeful Virgil, but honestly? He’s not a threat at all! There’s no stakes or genuine mystery with him! And quite frankly you’ve started to hate the staged performances.

No twists or turns? No drama or unplanned hang-ups? No no no! That won’t do for your new favorite group of monsters! I mean you’re hiding right under their gazes in plain sight! A well trained “bandit” who’s actually willing to cause actual chaos around here!

Which led to where you’re currently stationed. Mask and cloak obscuring your true identity within the night, you press a simple little button.

*BOOM*

You smirked from your position on top of the saloon. You see earlier you had planted some little explosives around town. Not in any spots that would hurt someone, but enough to give everyone in town a scare.

You chuckled as you heard screaming and panic envelop the town. Monsters like many times before running around terrified like mice. It was always fun to watch!

A shout rang out above the others however.

“Alright settle down everyone!”

Ah there he was… North Star.

You climbed down the roof of the saloon as you quietly hid behind it and watched.

The Feisty Four we’re running around under North Star’s orders, checking to see if any damage or harm had been done, while North Star tried to calm down the increasing crowd of monsters in a panic.

You watched a little longer.

Then North Star looked up at you.

Oh this was going to be fun.

“Stop where you are!” North Star shouted.

You smiled under the mask and made a run for it, the sheriff hot on your heels trying to get you to stop.

Oh but sheriff, the chase is half the fun no?

You continued to run, but quickly dug your heels to the ground and stopped to face your pursuer.

North Star managed to stop fairly quickly in return, and you two were suddenly at the end of a cliff in a stare down.

The sheriff lifted his gun and took aim.

You tilted your head in return, purposefully deepening your voice like you’ve done so many times before.

“Aw did the sheriff not like my welcoming gift?”

North Star glared. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you made a mistake coming into this town,”

“Bandit.” He spat with venom in his voice.

You chuckled, as you took a step closer.

“Oh but North Star,”

The sheriff’s gaze grew more sharp the more steps you took forward, you stopped mere inches away from him and the barrel of his gun.

“I don’t think I did.”

North Star fired.

No bullet came out of the barrel, a result of the tampering you did earlier to prepare for this moment.

You took the opportunity to rush forward and grab the taller monster by his bandana, and seize the wrist holding the gun in his mere moments of shock.

You stood there locked in place for a few seconds. Tilting your head to the side, you watched as the sheriff seemed to be caught between emotions of his facade and what lay underneath. After all, you can always break an actor if you try hard enough.

You chuckled and broke the silence between the two of you.

“What-” North Star started, but you cut him off.

“Tell me sheriff,” You tighten your grip on his wrist. “What do you think I want hm?”

You leaned closer towards his face.

“Money? Recognition? To simply hurt others?”

North Star stiffened.

“No.” You loosened the grip on his wrist.

“You and I both are not so different ya know?” You continued. “We’re both acting to bring some life into this hell of a place.”

You let go of him completely and take a few steps back.

“We just do it for our own personal reasons right?”

North Star glared you down.

“I’m nothing like you.” He spat.

You shrugged in response.

“Maybe not, sheriff.”

You back closer to the edge of the cliff.

“But…”

You stop right at the edge as North Star aims his gun at you yet again.

“You’ve always wanted to play hero right?” You ask.

North Star continues to glare you down. “I don’t want to hear it, bandit.”

“This is your last warning.” He whips out his lasso in his free hand. “Surrender now.”

You smirk, purposefully ignoring him.

“Well sheriff. You have your villain.”

You step off of the cliff as you see the lasso at the edge of your vision.

————————

Where?

Starlo ran over to the cliff-edge, kneeling down to look over the edge.

Where did they?

He frantically looked for the bandit, but they were gone without a trance.

Starlo huffed in annoyance, too many thoughts running through his head.

Would they actually kill someone?

Why was this monster so intent on this?

He never wanted this! This was just supposed to be for fun! He didn’t want to endanger anyone!

Starlo started internally panicking. The thought of- of this monster hurting anyone here. Would they do it? They wouldn’t right? They talked about acting so surely they wouldn’t-

The sound of paper caught his attention.

He looked down on saw a piece of paper tucked neatly into his bandana.

When did they have time to put that there?

With trembling hands he opened it.

“Howdy North Star,

Glad we finally got to meet face to face. I’ve been dying to see your reaction to when I finally make a move.

But don’t worry, I won’t hurt anyone. At least not yet.

You see I’m a bit of an actor myself, and any good actor should know you can’t have a hero without a proper villain.

So I’ll give you a warning. A heads up if you will.

I won’t hurt anyone in any truly damaging way. Unless things get boring that is, but I highly doubt that’ll happen with how entertaining you and your crew are.

I think this town needs a bit of chaos. And lucky me that you just so happened to imply you wanted a challenge when I showed up!

So tell you what. Let’s have some fun with a little game of cat and mouse. I’ll cause some trouble and you can play the charming hero as always. Besides I’m sure even you’ve grown tired of the same boring routine every day.

See if you can be the first to actually catch me sheriff. I’ll be waiting to see if you can pull it off. :)

-With hope for future fun encounters, Anarchy”

Starlo stared at the letter for much longer than he should have.

Well…

If this bandit wanted to mess around with his town?

They’ll have sure as hell a tough time doing so from now on.

[snakes-writing-corner]

Recently been obsessed with Undertale Yellow, and I am very much in love with a certain star cowboy. Long story short I need to get this idea out of my head before I forget.

Hear me out.

North Star x Bandit Reader

————————

You heard about this little town growing in popularity in the Wild East. A little place in the Dunes where monsters can get a taste of the surface, with some interesting characters to make the area more appealing.

The main attraction, of course, being “The Feisty Five” as they call themselves. Just a group of human-interested friends wanting to have a little fun, and bring hope to the other monsters trapped in this hellhole.

The Feisty Five are indeed… an interesting group. Not particularly threatening, but a good group to hang around with if you’re looking to have some fun. Most you’d have to look out for is Mooch, who ironically, has a nasty stealing habit.

Oh but what caught your eye the most? The self-proclaimed sheriff of the Wild East.

“North Star” is the name he goes by, and boy is he quite the charmer!

Initially you came by the Wild East looking for a bit of excitement. A place where you could have a bit of fun and mess with the residents before moving along to the next unfortunate destination.

Oh but this? This was a lot more fun than you ever thought it would be!

The Feisty Five despite being the “protectors” of this town were, quite frankly, terrible at the protecting part. Just a gaggle of monsters living out some sort of human-based fantasy.

Unfortunately for them, you had a streak of causing trouble wherever you went, and to this day you’d never been caught for it.

Living in the underground got… boring after a while. Everyone living in a zombie-like state of hopelessness and despair was a bit too… depressing for your taste.

Call it morally wrong, but you wanted monsters to feel, well, anything! So you resorted to becoming a… well North Star would call it a “bandit” if he knew.

During what monsters considered night-time, you’d don on your trusty cloak and mask and cause a bit of mischief. Breaking and entering, stealing, blowing things up, occasionally scaring any poor monster who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? All were fair game to you!

You weren’t a completely terrible monster however! Any damages caused would end with the owner of the property mysteriously ending up with the gold to fix it, and stolen items would always be returned by the next night. It was simply just to stir up a bit of chaos and have some fun! That and it got monsters feeling something other than hopelessness!

Which leads us to the situation at hand.

You started living in the Wild East for a little while. A few months at least, getting time to know the locals so when the chaos ensued… well you wouldn’t necessarily get blamed if the town trusted you right?

In that time you grew a bond with the Feisty Five. Honestly who wouldn’t! They all had their quirks that made them fun to be around!

Ed despite being the muscle of the group had a heart of gold, and was very fun to mess around with. You still remember his face when you snuck that little fizzy tablet into his drink, and it exploded all over his face. His reaction was priceless!

Moray was always a chill monster to be around. You enjoyed how you two seemed to be able to talk about anything, and admired their skills with a sword. Truthfully, you had a bit too much respect for them to pull a prank… yet.

Ace was a mysterious fellow, the most quiet out of the four for sure. You two never talked much, but you quite enjoyed the card game he used to offer you. Keyword on “used to”, he stopped doing that after you won one too many times. You got revenge about a month after that with an unfortunate loose floorboard in the saloon.

Mooch was a lot like you actually, mischievous and a pretty good thief at that! You quite like her and can’t wait for the day you can steal all the gold she’s taken from you back. Friendly competition and all that, but stealing it now would blow your cover so you wait. In the meantime some harmless pranks from time to time that can’t be traced back to you will do.

Oh and now for your favorite member of this rag-tag gang, the sheriff himself! North Star was definitely a fun guy to be around! Matched your dramatic flair almost too well honestly! His hero act was always one you enjoyed feeding into, especially considering what you had planned.

Oh right! That little plan of yours is exactly why you’ve stuck around the Wild East for so long!

You see, North Star wanted to play the dashing hero, but you can’t be a hero without a worthy adversary to face can you?

Sure the town had Vengeful Virgil, but honestly? He’s not a threat at all! There’s no stakes or genuine mystery with him! And quite frankly you’ve started to hate the staged performances.

No twists or turns? No drama or unplanned hang-ups? No no no! That won’t do for your new favorite group of monsters! I mean you’re hiding right under their gazes in plain sight! A well trained “bandit” who’s actually willing to cause actual chaos around here!

Which led to where you’re currently stationed. Mask and cloak obscuring your true identity within the night, you press a simple little button.

*BOOM*

You smirked from your position on top of the saloon. You see earlier you had planted some little explosives around town. Not in any spots that would hurt someone, but enough to give everyone in town a scare.

You chuckled as you heard screaming and panic envelop the town. Monsters like many times before running around terrified like mice. It was always fun to watch!

A shout rang out above the others however.

“Alright settle down everyone!”

Ah there he was… North Star.

You climbed down the roof of the saloon as you quietly hid behind it and watched.

The Feisty Four we’re running around under North Star’s orders, checking to see if any damage or harm had been done, while North Star tried to calm down the increasing crowd of monsters in a panic.

You watched a little longer.

Then North Star looked up at you.

Oh this was going to be fun.

“Stop where you are!” North Star shouted.

You smiled under the mask and made a run for it, the sheriff hot on your heels trying to get you to stop.

Oh but sheriff, the chase is half the fun no?

You continued to run, but quickly dug your heels to the ground and stopped to face your pursuer.

North Star managed to stop fairly quickly in return, and you two were suddenly at the end of a cliff in a stare down.

The sheriff lifted his gun and took aim.

You tilted your head in return, purposefully deepening your voice like you’ve done so many times before.

“Aw did the sheriff not like my welcoming gift?”

North Star glared. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you made a mistake coming into this town,”

“Bandit.” He spat with venom in his voice.

You chuckled, as you took a step closer.

“Oh but North Star,”

The sheriff’s gaze grew more sharp the more steps you took forward, you stopped mere inches away from him and the barrel of his gun.

“I don’t think I did.”

North Star fired.

No bullet came out of the barrel, a result of the tampering you did earlier to prepare for this moment.

You took the opportunity to rush forward and grab the taller monster by his bandana, and seize the wrist holding the gun in his mere moments of shock.

You stood there locked in place for a few seconds. Tilting your head to the side, you watched as the sheriff seemed to be caught between emotions of his facade and what lay underneath. After all, you can always break an actor if you try hard enough.

You chuckled and broke the silence between the two of you.

“What-” North Star started, but you cut him off.

“Tell me sheriff,” You tighten your grip on his wrist. “What do you think I want hm?”

You leaned closer towards his face.

“Money? Recognition? To simply hurt others?”

North Star stiffened.

“No.” You loosened the grip on his wrist.

“You and I both are not so different ya know?” You continued. “We’re both acting to bring some life into this hell of a place.”

You let go of him completely and take a few steps back.

“We just do it for our own personal reasons right?”

North Star glared you down.

“I’m nothing like you.” He spat.

You shrugged in response.

“Maybe not, sheriff.”

You back closer to the edge of the cliff.

“But…”

You stop right at the edge as North Star aims his gun at you yet again.

“You’ve always wanted to play hero right?” You ask.

North Star continues to glare you down. “I don’t want to hear it, bandit.”

“This is your last warning.” He whips out his lasso in his free hand. “Surrender now.”

You smirk, purposefully ignoring him.

“Well sheriff. You have your villain.”

You step off of the cliff as you see the lasso at the edge of your vision.

————————

Where?

Starlo ran over to the cliff-edge, kneeling down to look over the edge.

Where did they?

He frantically looked for the bandit, but they were gone without a trance.

Starlo huffed in annoyance, too many thoughts running through his head.

Would they actually kill someone?

Why was this monster so intent on this?

He never wanted this! This was just supposed to be for fun! He didn’t want to endanger anyone!

Starlo started internally panicking. The thought of- of this monster hurting anyone here. Would they do it? They wouldn’t right? They talked about acting so surely they wouldn’t-

The sound of paper caught his attention.

He looked down on saw a piece of paper tucked neatly into his bandana.

When did they have time to put that there?

With trembling hands he opened it.

“Howdy North Star,

Glad we finally got to meet face to face. I’ve been dying to see your reaction to when I finally make a move.

But don’t worry, I won’t hurt anyone. At least not yet.

You see I’m a bit of an actor myself, and any good actor should know you can’t have a hero without a proper villain.

So I’ll give you a warning. A heads up if you will.

I won’t hurt anyone in any truly damaging way. Unless things get boring that is, but I highly doubt that’ll happen with how entertaining you and your crew are.

I think this town needs a bit of chaos. And lucky me that you just so happened to imply you wanted a challenge when I showed up!

So tell you what. Let’s have some fun with a little game of cat and mouse. I’ll cause some trouble and you can play the charming hero as always. Besides I’m sure even you’ve grown tired of the same boring routine every day.

See if you can be the first to actually catch me sheriff. I’ll be waiting to see if you can pull it off. :)

-With hope for future fun encounters, Anarchy”

Starlo stared at the letter for much longer than he should have.

Well…

If this bandit wanted to mess around with his town?

They’ll have sure as hell a tough time doing so from now on.

[snakes-writing-corner]

Ahem,,,

May I request Morpho Knight x Reader HCs, pretty please?

I kind of have in mind that Reader met them by "dying" once, like meeting them in "limbo" sorts where the time (and Reader's body, cuz some kind of injury I guess?) itself decides whether or not Reader will live and go back to mortals realm.

Probably hurt and comfort too,,,

Oooooo that’s a fun idea! Always down to do HCs for my favorite butterfly knight.

Thanks for your request!

Morpho Knight x Reader HCs

Finding yourself playing a balancing act between life and death due to hypothermia was… not ideal to say the least.

You almost flatlined when you were approached by an orange-yellowish butterfly that turned into knight right in front of you.

After you got over your shock you had to admit they were quite beautiful in an entrancing way. The way their black body contrasted with the warm colors adoring their armor and wings was mesmerizing.

The butterfly knight in turn was also intrigued. It was very rare for a soul to walk the line between life and death, and they wished to see this soul for themselves to see what kind of creature it was.

After a few beats of silence you introduced yourself, albeit a little awkwardly. The knight in turn introduced themselves as Morpho Knight.

After that your time in limbo was less lonely you talked about many things to Morpho while they listened thoughtfully.

You learned that Morpho rarely ever talked about themselves or really talked at all. (Well talking is a loose definition it’s more like telepathically communicating.)

After getting to know what kind of soul you were, Morpho made the decision to not take it just yet. They might be a little biased in that decision, but they’d never met a mortal like you before. A mortal that wasn’t afraid by the mere sight of them was a rarity.

Morpho however could not send you back to the mortal realm on their own. That was for time to decide, but as long as they did not take your soul, you would wake up… eventually.

In the meantime you both spent your time merely enjoying each other’s company, with you trying to maybe get a few answers out of your new friend.

Questions like “What is this place?”, and others were thrown Morpho’s way, and they answered as honestly as they could.

Then the question of if they were here to take your soul came up, and they sat in silence, contemplating how they should realistically answer.

While being feared was something Morpho didn’t mind due to the very nature of their existence, here they truly did not want to be. At least, not by you.

However they valued honesty above all else so they told you the truth. They told you about the nature of their being, how they judge souls, and how they can take a physical form in the mortal realm outside of the butterfly.

When you showed amazement instead of fear Morpho relaxed a little. You truly were completely fascinated by this revelation, and continued asking more and more questions which Morpho now happily answered without worry.

Time in limbo was quite odd. Due to the nature of it being between the realm of life and death time was infinite yet nonexistent. Minutes felt like hours yet days felt like seconds.

In Morpho’s words “Mortals cannot comprehend how the in-between truly functions. Truthfully even I do not fully understand how this realm operates.”

As the two of you spent more time together you noticed how excited you got when Morpho would pay attention to your stories, how their wings twitched and flapped when they talked about things that interested them, how their eyes sparkled when talking about the various individuals they met over the centuries, how deep and quiet their laughs were, and… oh no you have a crush on them don’t you?

Funnily enough Morpho could tell right away. They’ve lived long enough to see the signs of love in mortals, but wanted to see how long it would take before you confessed or indirectly confirmed they’re (very much correct) suspicions.

Morpho truthfully did love you as well don’t get that wrong, but was significantly better at hiding it than you, and definitely fell in love with you long before you did.

They knew they were smitten, they knew they had it bad and really shouldn’t feel this way, but how could they not when you were just this adorable?

The way your eyes just lit up when talking about something you enjoyed, the way your voice would go up in pitch just a little when looking at them, and gosh they could really just stare at you for eternity and not look away for a second if fate allowed it.

In a twisted sense of irony when Morpho was staring at you with their guard down they muttered out an “I love you.” on accident.

You just so happened to overhear and went beat red. Morpho realizing their mistake just chuckled and brushed it off.

It wasn’t very long after that you too unofficially started dating. Neither of you needed to say it out loud you both just well knew.

When it came time for your soul to go back to the mortal realm, Morpho gave you a little necklace in the shape of a butterfly saying that it would allow them to visit you in your dreams.

They also said they’d be watching over you and to “Not perish in the near future otherwise I shall have to duel against fate itself.”

You woke up in the hospital with that same butterfly necklace around your neck and a lovestruck smile on your face.

It was only until you looked towards the window that you see a familiar orange-yellowish butterfly watching you from the windowsill. It then clicked what Morpho had meant by watching over you, and your smile doubled in size.

Little Bonus :)

Nicknames Morpho Uses For You

Darling

Honey

Sugar

Sweetheart

Rose/My Rose

Love/My Love

Sunshine

Lovebug

Soulmate

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Question: Are you comfortable writing polyamory relationships or only monogamy relationships?

Also, can you write relationships as queerplatonic as well?

Asking to be sure!

Oh absolutely! I’m always down to be inclusive for all types of relationships in my writing (as long as it’s not anything illegal at least-)

Thanks for asking by the way! I’m glad you at least asked before requesting anything :) /gen

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The Outside Looking In

Chapter 3: Start of the First Day

An ongoing self-indulgent OC fic with Nightmare’s Gang

-Chapter Summary-

Snake starts their first day as an official member of the group, it’s a bit of a rocky start-

I felt weightless, colors shifting and morphing into creatures that I could see, but not make any sense out of. Faceless entities with no true form watching, waiting for me to lose my grip on reality so they could sink their claws into me and tear me apart.

No matter how many times they looked at me they always managed to grab and prod at the darkest parts of my mind. However now I felt no fear nor anger looking at them I was just calm.

I felt something touch my arm.

I jerked my head around to see a hand, unnaturally long and sharp holding onto it. The owner, unable to be seen as the world around me was thrown into a dark void.

I froze for a few seconds, my eye wide in shock and fear. As quickly as I froze I swung at what I assumed was my assailant’s face, claws extended with the intent to do serious damage.

Another hand grabbed my wrist as I hissed, a whisper of a voice assaulting my ears speaking words I could not understand.

I continued to try to fight my way out of whatever grip the dark figure had on me, attempting to bite or using the blade of my tail to swipe at it. Both attempts failed as something gripped my neck and the base of my tail.

Something grabbed my cheek and forced me to look at the creature head on. Its form was swirling and had no visible shape, trying to discern what it could be was a losing battle. It kept speaking to me in a distorted whisper.

As I glared at it I saw a single cyan eye stare back at me. Its voice was becoming more clear to me now, a deep voice with a slight reverberated effect.

I had heard this voice before, hadn't I? It suddenly hit me as I could finally make some sense of my surroundings.

“Nightmare?” I asked.

I internally flinched at just how pathetic my voice sounded, it sounded weak and hoarse. Had I been crying?

I blinked a few times as the void I was stuck in melted away into a room. Nightmare stood in front of me with a knocked over chair behind him, and a book on the nightstand next to him. The only light source of the room being the lamp sitting innocently on said nightstand.

I looked back at Nightmare’s face as he sighed in relief, and put me down on the edge of the admittingly comfy bed I was on. It was only then I realized he had me suspended in the air with multiple of my limbs restricted by his appendages, which had disappeared as soon as he set me down.

“Are you alright?” He asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

I thought for a second trying to remember what happened. I remember going with Nightmare into his office, but what happened beyond that is a blur, whatever it was it must have been bad to trigger a dream like that.

I normally never encounter those things unless I went into a panic attack or a violent episode over remembering too much at a time.

Realizing Nightmare was still staring at me expecting an answer I rubbed the back of my neck.

“I’ll be okay.” I sighed. “Are you alright though? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

He smiled a little at that. “I appreciate your concern, however it’s misplaced. I cannot be hurt by physical attacks.”

I hummed in response and stared at the floor while my tail gently hit the bed in a repetitive motion. I looked Nightmare in the eye.

“What… happened?” I asked.

“I believe,” He started as he sat back down in the discarded chair. “I may have dug a bit too deep into your memories and triggered a panic attack of sorts.”

I groaned and put my face in my paws. “Yeah checks out, would ask what it was but I don’t wanna know right now.”

“It’d most likely be for the best that you don’t remember at the moment, you had quite the violent attack.” He said.

I sighed and put my paws under my chin and looked at him. “I’m so sorry for attacking you.”

“Don’t be.” He said sternly. “You were terrified and not thinking clearly it’s only natural you would lash out.”

He took a mug off of the nightstand that I failed to notice before and held it out to me, which I took, a little confused about its contents.

“I wasn’t quite sure what kind of tea you would enjoy.” Nightmare said. “However I hope golden flower tea will suffice.”

I smiled a little as I drank the tea offered, it was quite sweet with a hint of lemon mixed in, and was perfect for clearing my mind of the fear that still clung to it like a weed.

I held the cup and looked at the goopy skeleton in front of me. “Thank you.”

He smiled softly. “You’re quite welcome.”

We sat in comfortable silence with Nightmare continuing to read his book until I finished my tea. I set the empty cup on the nightstand, stood up and stretched.

“How long have I been asleep?” I asked.

Nightmare hummed as he flipped to the next page of his novel. “Roughly twelve hours, it’s five in the morning currently.”

He chuckled as he looked back up at me. “Horror was quite mad you missed dinner, he’ll most likely make you eat twice as much for breakfast.”

I shrugged. “Eh can’t blame the guy, honestly I probably need it.”

Nightmare tucked his book under his arm as he stood up and moved the chair to the wall as he looked at me apologetically.

“As much as I would like to stay longer to make sure you’re truly doing alright, it appears I have my own matters to attend to.” He said softly.

I waved my paw in a dismissive fashion with a smile. “No no do what you have to! I promise I’ll be okay!”

My new boss looked at me somewhat skeptical.

“I’ll believe you for now.” He stated. “Before I go I left you a new change of clothes in the bathroom, be in the kitchen by six as our daily tasks start at seven. However if you need more time I’m gladly willing to offer it.”

I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly.

“Oh no that won’t be a problem! I’ll be there!” I exclaimed.

Nightmare visibly relaxed at that.

“Alright we’ll begin seeing how well you are in a fight after breakfast.” He stated firmly.

I gave him a thumbs up in return. “Gotcha boss! Now go do whatever you were gonna do.” I said with a dismissive gesture.

Nightmare rolled his eye with a small smile muttering. “Another Killer.” Before disappearing somewhere.

I relaxed as soon as he left thoughts rushing in my head with questions of what the fuck just happened within the span of fourteen hours.

I shook my head and headed towards the bathroom with a yawn and looked to see some neatly folded clothes along with a note.

I picked up the note with a curious expression leaning on the counter while I read it.

‘ Dear Snake,

I hope your new outfit will be satisfactory

-Nightmare’

I smiled widely at the note.

Oh my stars for the guardian of negativity he’s such a dork-

I chuckled and put the note down on the counter as I examined my new outfit.

I picked up a long sleeved, black turtleneck sweater. The texture was quite soft, and the sweater was most likely loose enough to not feel like it was strangling me when I moved.

Honestly it looked very similar to the one I saw Killer wearing underneath his jacket.

Speaking of jackets, the next item was a dark purple jacket with white dots along the shoulders and at the end of the sleeves, giving it the illusion of a night sky with stars. There was cream colored fluff along the hood and at the end of the sleeves, with white drawstrings that hung loosely at the top of the zipper.

The jacket looks like something I’d find in an Outertale timeline, but I’m not complaining it looks really fucking comfy.

The last item was a pair of black jeans with various holes in them, not too different from what I already wore other than the white dots going down the sides of it.

The rest of what had been brought were just a variety of socks among other things.

I smirked as I quickly slipped the new outfit on and fixed my hair so it’d cover my missing eye.

I had no idea what time it was so I decided to make my way to the kitchen… only to realize I forgot where it was.

I grumbled and closed my eye trying to use my other senses to track it down. Immediately I heard the sound of different things moving and the smell of bacon among other things hit my nose.

I opened up my eye and attempted to navigate down the hall, wincing as the sound of my combat boots hitting the tile sometimes echoed down the hall despite how quiet I was trying to be.

It took a lot of wrong turns but I managed to find a staircase to the first floor, and continued towards my destination until I heard the sounds of metal upon metal, the sounds of someone grunting, and the feeling of magic in the air.

I cautiously walked towards the sounds and found myself outside in a training ground of sorts. Sand layered the ground, various training dummies and contraptions littered the area, and at the center of it all was Cross.

How long had he been out here? He looked out of breath as he used his blades to block against a pillar that had multiple weapons swinging at him in a circular motion.

I cocked my head to the side, he seemed extremely focused and his reaction times were extremely quick. I stepped off of the wooden porch leading to the castle to get a better look.

As I took a step onto the ground, I heard something soar through the air and quickly moved to the left as a blade embedded itself into the ground behind me.

I looked at Cross who in turn looked tense and had his other blade positioned, ready to strike.

I whistled impressed, damn he had good aim I would’ve been hit in the chest if I hadn’t moved.

“Damn that was a good throw.” I exclaimed, relaxing a bit.

Cross glared at me as he pointed his blade at the ground and he looked genuinely anxious. “I could’ve killed you!”

“But ya didn’t!” I said with a shrug. “No harm no foul, besides I did kinda sneak up on you there.”

Cross looked at me confused before he gave me a serious look. “Just don’t do that again you could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”

I chuckled nervously. “I hear ya loud and clear.”

My ear twitched as I heard a type of sound coming from Cross as I took in his appearance, he seemed genuinely out of breath and was visibly sweating. He had his jacket tied around his waist and seemed a little tired.

I tilted my head concerned. “How long have you been out here?”

He grunted as he went to pick up his discarded blade, not breaking eye contact with me. “An hour.”

I hummed and snapped my fingers as a bottle of water appeared out of thin air and fell into my paw. “Well, I think breakfast is almost ready so how about you take a break? You can continue training later.”

Cross bristled at that, pointing a blade at my face. “You don’t control what I can do.”

I put my paws up to show I meant no harm. “I know that, it’s just a suggestion you look a little out of breath so I figured a break would do you some good.”

“I’ll be fine .” He said sternly.

“I don’t doubt that.” I started. “But at least drink some water or something. You were fighting pretty hard yesterday so I’m just requesting you don’t push yourself too much today.”

I held out the bottle to him, as the skeleton looked from it to me before hesitantly taking it.

“Okay.” He said with a sigh.

I nodded approvingly and genuinely smiled at him. I then waved as I started to walk back inside.

“Well I’ll see you at breakfast! Hope you enjoy the rest of your session Cross!” I exclaimed happily.

As I went to shut the door I thought I saw a bit of surprise on the skeleton’s face as he muttered something.

I continued back to hunting down the kitchen and entered the dining room where Nightmare was already seated with a mug in his hand reading some kind of newspaper? Eh I wasn’t gonna question it at this point.

I waved at the goopy skeleton and he looked at me and nodded.

I made a ‘oumph!’ sound as I was suddenly picked up off of the ground and facing a red eye with an enlarged pupil staring at me.

“You’re… here.” Horror said with a smile.

I chuckled. “Yep how are you doin’ Horror?”

The big skeleton put me down.

“Good…” He said.

I looked over and saw roughly eight plates full of a variety of different foods on them and whistled.

“You made all that?” I asked genuinely baffled.

Horror chuckled. “Yes…”

I hummed as I walked over to the dishes that were currently in the sink and instinctively started to clean them.

“Damn I haven’t even tasted it and I can tell you’re good at it.” I complimented.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a slight red dust Horror’s cheekbones and silently chuckled.

Me and Horror engaged in chatter about various cooking techniques he used as I cleaned the dishes and he finished up breakfast.

After I finished washing the last of what Horror used to make the food I heard footsteps walk in and the sound of a chair scraping the floor.

I looked over and waved as I saw who it was.

“Oh hey Cross!” I said as I walked over.

Nightmare’s eye widened slightly. “You two are already acquainted?”

I took a seat towards the end of the table figuring the other unoccupied seats were for Killer, Dust, and Horror.

“Oh yeah he almost stabbed me on accident.” I said nonchalantly.

I swore Nightmare almost choked on whatever he was drinking as Cross looked at me with a look that said ‘why the fuck would you say that?’.

Deciding to step in before Cross got yelled at I cleared my throat.

“I said ‘almost on accident’ it was my fault anyways I may have snuck up on him?” I said awkwardly. “Besides he didn’t actually hurt me so we’re good.”

Nightmare calmed down a little at that, but still rubbed his head like a migraine was forming.

“As long as no harm was done.” He said tiredly.

Cross shot me a thankful look from across the table and I have a thumbs up in return.

A peace that didn’t last long as two certain skeletons came in glaring daggers at each other while they were arguing over something.

I looked at Cross. “Do they always do this?”

Cross nodded in response. “Pretty much.”

The two continued to argue until Horror came over and hit their skulls together.

“No… fighting at… breakfast.” He said with a glare.

Dust huffed and took the seat between Cross and Nightmare, shoving his hands in his pockets as his hoodie obscured his face from my view.

I looked over at Killer and we made eye contact as his grin grew wider. Great.

He took the chair next to me and put his elbow on the table as he smirked at me.

“Heya kitty-cat~” He said with a purr.

“Morning to you too Killer.” I responded with a lighthearted eye roll.

I saw a tendril swipe Killer’s elbow out from under him, and I quickly grabbed the back of his hoodie to stop him from slamming his head against the table.

“ Elbows off the table. ” Nightmare said with a glare.

I let go of Killer’s hoodie as the skeleton in question narrowed his empty eye sockets at me. I returned Killer’s glare with a smug smile.

Killer scoffed as he crossed his arms like a grumpy child and sank into his chair. As Dust’s laughter filled the dining room.

“Aw don’t be such a grump about it Killer.” Dust said with a smirk. “Can’t help it, you got saved by a new plaything.”

“Don’t drag me into this.” I grumbled.

Killer immediately recovered. “What can’t take a bit of teasing kitty-cat?”

I stared at him blankly. “Oh no I can, you two just fight like my adopted siblings.”

“You have… siblings?” Horror asked from behind me as he started to pass out the food.

“I mean I have biological ones too, just don’t see two of them due to being disowned along with my older brother.” I said with a shrug. “I have like a few adopted siblings due to us all technically having the same adopted dad.”

“Oh there’s some drama there~” Killer exclaimed.

I smiled at Horror as he placed a plate of food in front of me.

“Thank you so much Horror.” I said.

“You’re… welcome.” He said back.

As breakfast went on we all cracked jokes and discussed various other topics, and I was right Horror’s food was the best thing I’ve tasted in a long long time.

The taste was literally indescribable and I ate more than I have in the last week.

As breakfast wrapped up and I helped Horror wash the dishes I was motioned by Nightmare to follow him.

Dust and Killer looked at each other with a smile as I walked by and I followed Nightmare back to the training grounds from before.

Killer, Dust, Cross, and Horror followed close behind and immediately brought out their weapons of choice as Nightmare turned to look at me with a wicked smile.

“Pick one of them to face off against and show me the strength you truly have, Snake.”

I nodded and summoned my sickles and readied to pick one of these skeletons as an opponent.

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Oh boy things are heating up now!

Next chapter Snake will have to throw down against one of these skeletons and we’ll see a full extent of the magical abilities they’ve been holding back on!

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Cross: So someone said non-binary people don’t exist but I found this thing in my closet-

Snake sitting in Cross’s closet in a mountain of blankets: I like bread :)

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The Outside Looking In

Chapter 2: Glimpse Into The Past

An ongoing self-indulgent OC fic with Nightmare’s Gang

-Chapter Summary-

Snake is introduced to the castle and a meeting with Nightmare reveals more than they would like.

Stars above-

This castle was huge, definitely bigger than any of the various versions of Asgore’s castle I had seen. I could tell it, at the very least, had six floors.

It was also significantly darker here than it was in Snowdin. The castle was black no matter where you looked, and the sky seemed to be in a constant night, the only visible thing being the faint light of the stars above.

The sound of a chuckle caught my ears. I turned around to see Killer smiling at me.

“Enjoying the view, kitty-cat?” He said in a teasing manner.

I just stared at him blankly. Before staring at the crack over his eye it still wasn’t healed, and something black was starting to ooze out of it.

I shook my head and approached him, only to stop when Horror glared down at me. His single eye narrowed into a slit seemingly as a warning.

I narrowed my eye in response, but not wanting to cause trouble I looked Killer in the eyes.

“You want that crack healed or are you just going to let it continue leaking, whatever that is?” I asked.

“Don’t know I like it this way.” Killer said as he spun his knife around.

“Killer, we both know I will have to heal it if you refuse.” Nightmare said from behind me. “You might as well take it.”

Killer rolled his head up. “Aw c’mon boss! I think it looks cool!”

I rolled my eye and cupped his skull with my robotic hand, while the other gently hovered over the injured eye. The warm feel of healing magic took over my paw, less than a moment later the wound was completely healed without any form of scarring.

I pulled away with a smirk as I turned around to walk towards Nightmare. “Stars above you don’t have to be stubborn about it.”

Nightmare seemed to let out a small chuckle, barely audible, almost like he was trying to hide it, as he turned from looking at Killer to me.

I figured whatever Killer had leaking from his eyes would have stuck to my paw, but when I looked at it, the substance was completely gone. Huh, I’ll have to look into that.

As we walked through the entrance of the place I could immediately tell this place had been well taken care of despite certain skeletons living here.

The place was made out of a type of marble, various pillars and paintings littered the room and halls connecting to it.

This was definitely nicer than the other castle I associated bad memories with in my home dimension. Though I definitely would prefer the quiet and homely feeling of my cottage.

“Uh, better than the other castles I’ve seen.” I said.

“Nightmare likes to keep the place clean and organized.” Cross said.

“Boss liked to have killed us when we first arrived.” Killer piped in.

“That is because you and Dust constantly destroyed everything.” Nightmare responded.

“He always started it.” Dust huffed.

“You always threw the first blow.” Killer smirked as he looked at Dust. “Guess you can’t start a fight without me egging you on.”

Dust growled at that and I felt magic fill the air.

I quickly got in-between the two and held my arms out to separate them.

“Okay boys you’re both pretty, but you both literally were just in a fight with Dream and his crew.” I stated.

“You think you can just boss us around?” Dust hissed.

“No and that’s not my job, but you and Killer are injured the most and I don’t want you bedridden because of a dumb fight.” I sighed.

Dust was suddenly picked up by one of Nightmare’s tentacles.

“That and if you break something else in one of your fights I will give you both extra work.” He said with an eye roll.

“That being said,” Dust was set down on the floor. “I believe we still need to have a discussion Snake.”

“Ah right, well lead the way I guess.” I said.

Nightmare nodded and turned to walk down the halls as I followed behind. As we walked I noticed a few things, mainly paintings depicting a tree of some kind with black and yellow apples.

As we continued up to what I assumed would be Nightmare’s office, I made a mental note of the library and kitchen on the first floor. The second seemed to be for living quarters, and the third seemed to be for Nightmare himself. It seemed to house an office, with living quarters at the other end of the hall, along with a smaller library than the one on the first floor.

I heard the sound of bone against metal and looked to see Nightmare open the door and beckon me inside.

As I walked in I noticed the room was smaller compared to the others just having a desk, a fireplace, and a few admittingly comfy chairs around the front of the desk.

The door shut behind me as Nightmare walked over and took a seat behind the desk in a black office chair. He motioned for me to take a seat which I did.

He scanned my eye for a moment with his own seemingly trying to grasp at something within it. After what felt like a few minutes he let out a sigh that was replaced with a smile.

“You truly are a mystery to me.” He finally said. “Despite all the abilities I possess I cannot get an accurate range of your emotions.”

“Is that why you want to keep me around?” I asked.

He hummed thoughtfully. “Partially but I also can sense something there, not so different from my subordinates.”

“Oh?” I tilted my head. “And that is?”

“Pain.” He said. “I may not know what you’ve been through, but I can tell you’re hiding a variety of negative emotions in you.”

I tended up at that.

He sighed. “I’m not going to force you to tell me anything, however it would help me a lot if you did.”

I shook my head. “It won’t exactly matter since…” I trailed off.

“Since what?” Nightmare pried.

I sighed. “Look I’m not sugarcoating it, I'm not from this multiverse.”

“I figured as much.” He said, and at the surprised look I gave him he continued. “Your soul is not normal nor have I seen any version of you in any universe I’ve encountered, so let me ask, where are you from?”

I stayed silent for a moment before continuing. “You wouldn’t even be able to reach it.”

“I’m aware of that.” Nightmare said matter-of-factly. “I’m not planning on going there either.”

“Do you want the long version of what’s going on with me or the short version?” I asked.

“As much as I would like to get as much information as possible, I have idiots I need to heal.” He said with a growl.

I took a breath in. “I come from a universe called ‘Barentavi’, a pocket dimension between multiverses. We have no alternating timelines there, just one linear path and a way in and out of it into different multiverses.” Nightmare made a gesture for me to continue. “Getting out is easy but getting into the place is extremely difficult even to the most powerful beings, only few know how.”

The skeleton in front of me hummed at that. “Interesting.”

“Yeah it’s kinda a dead spot.” I chuckled. “Long story but it was made by two gods who wanted a place to hide from the other gods who wanted them dead.”

I felt something touch my arm and looked down to see one of Nightmare’s tentacles wrapped around it, before it pulled away a few seconds later.

I looked at him in confusion and his eye narrowed into a troubled expression.

“You've been through a lot.” Is all he said.

My eye widened in surprise. “Did- Did you just pry into my memories?”

“Not all of them.” Nightmare said. “But enough to get an idea of why I was drawn to you.”

I narrowed my eye as it turned into a slit, a hiss escaping my throat. I felt something swish behind me and realized my mechanical tail had finally come unsheathed, the scythe at the end ready to swipe at the monster in front of me.

“Easy.” He said as he grabbed my arm again. “I only saw a few things.”

I somehow felt calmer but was still a little on edge. “Like what?”

“How you lost that eye of yours. However,” He trailed off for a moment. “I saw mainly emotions combined with small things like fear, anger, and hatred with water. Not enough to get a good idea of what happened since that was the clearest thing I saw.”

I calmed down and my tail hit the ground with a thump. “Why the fuck would you even try that in the first place.”

“Because believe it or not I want to help you.” Nightmare said with a sigh. “I won’t pry anymore and I’ll wait until you are ready to say something, but can I just ask one thing?”

I sighed. “What?”

“Could you explain to me why I saw so much fear with the water?” He asked.

I looked down, my eye deciding that my flicking tail was more interesting than the skeleton staring at me.

Nightmare sighed as I felt the tentacle let go off my arm.

“I drowned.” I said.

I looked up to see him looking at me in surprise.

“I don’t like to talk about it, but I technically drowned along with something else.” I sighed. “And before you ask how I’m alive I don’t want to talk about that either.”

Nightmare looked at me, seeming to understand how I was feeling. “My apologies.”

I shook my head with a small smile. “It’s not your fault, just some old ex of mine.” I drew a line straight across my stomach with a metal claw. “I got a cool scar out of it though so…”

Dammit. Tears started welling up in my eye as I quietly laughed, memories flooding back before I could stop them.

I tried to scream, breathe, do anything, but I couldn’t, the currant was dragging me down. My lungs were starting to scream as I thrashed and struggled, but no matter what I tried I couldn’t escape. The sound of spinning metal below me caused me to continue trying to escape, but it was hopeless.

My vision was blurring, my ears barely registered the deafening sounds anymore. I glared at the silhouette above the water who had pushed me into this death trap, her smile bore into my mind. I’ll kill you I swear I will. I’LL TEAR YOU APART-

I fell unconscious as I barely felt the feeling of being torn apart shortly after as I took my last-

My eye widened, I couldn't breathe. I kept breathing rapidly, but it felt like my lungs were going to collapse again.

“Look at me.” A deep voice instructed.

I looked up to see a cyan eye.

“Just focus on my voice.” The voice instructed. “You’re going to be okay.”

The voice continued to talk to me as I started to breathe normally again. Trying to remember where I was as I calmed down.

Ah right.

I took a deep breath in as I looked back at Nightmare, my voice slightly shaky. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He said. “It was my fault for asking too much from you.”

I realized then that Nightmare had pulled me into a type of hug at some point during my panic attack. He had his appendages wrapped around my back, he slowly pushed my head into his chest as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Rest now.” He said.

I suddenly felt extremely sleepy . I wanted to fight it but I was just so tired, and I felt safe. I slowly closed my eyes as I fell into a dreamless sleep.

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Oh boy Snake has trauma! Like a lot of trauma!

Also a bit of a look into their past? Oh boy this won’t end well-

Snake: I have a lot of trauma that affects me to this day and I just pretend it didn’t happen.

Nightmare looking at the rest of the group: You’ll fit right in then.

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The Outside Looking In

Chapter 1: Observation

An ongoing self-indulgent OC fic with Nightmare’s Gang

-Summary-

Snake is a universe jumper from an entirely different multiverse unrelated to Undertale, who finds themselves curious at the constant battle between Nightmare’s Gang and the Star Sanses.

But what happens when Nightmare offers them a chance to join him? Well chaos of course! Follow Snake as they attempt to navigate this found family of skeletons as they simultaneously help them all through their own individual problems, and maybe the gang will help Snake through their own issues as well.

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The air was crackling with magic.

Watching from the top of a nearby building, using illusion magic to keep themselves hidden, was a tall cat-like figure. Their single cobalt eye in a silt while they observed the scene before them.

Multiple skeletons were fighting in the middle of this universe’s Snowdin. Two groups of opposing ideals that mercilessly traded blows with the other.

It was… fascinating to watch truly, while this universe’s residents were rightfully afraid of the powerful magic the skeletons had, I couldn’t help but watch. I rarely met monsters as powerful as the variations of the one skeleton I encountered all that time ago.

I first came to a variation of the original Undertale dimension out of boredom. No threats to any multiverses I normally dealt with had appeared so I wanted to take a small break, and boy am I glad I did.

When I first appeared I was curious, these universes’ rules differed so much from my own to the point souls could be used as an actual weapon, and it was fascinating the first time I saw it happen. I had gotten into a fight with Flowey when I first arrived and was able to see how my soul translates into these rules.

Flowey was easy to deal with and shockingly create a weird type of bond with, and he eventually explained the meaning of the types of human souls.

Patience, Kindness, Bravery, Justice, Integrity, Perseverance, and rarest of them all Determination.

Determination apparently allowed the user to quite literally reset the world. Whether to their last save point if they died, or all the way back to a certain point. However, it could only work if the user had enough and could lose the ability if another, stronger, soul of determination appeared.

I learned pretty quickly that my soul was quite different than most others, most likely because I’m not from this multiverse at all. While the main soul trait was indeed Determination there was also Perseverance and a bit of Patience merged in. I couldn’t reset probably due to a variety of reasons, but I don’t really care about that.

I felt something go by the side of my head, and turned to see one of the skeletons hit the ground a few feet away.

Ah, right, the battle.

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen these monsters fight each other, the first time I saw one was a while back when I jumped into a different dimension. A version of Underfell in a pacifist timeline if I remember correctly.

I was minding my own business when a bunch of monsters started running from something, which naturally caught my attention. I mean I am still technically a cat after all, we are notoriously curious.

I remember hiding behind Grillby’s just simply watching, and soon enough I heard some laughing. A short skeleton with hollow eyes with something black streaming down his skull from his eye sockets that vaguely looked like tears. The weirdest thing was the glowing target on his chest which would occasionally twitch on its own, I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s most likely his soul. Honestly he kinda looked like the Sans I met back before I started doing some universe jumping to explore this multiverse, but a lot more spiteful. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever seen that smile of his falter now that I think about it. I learned he’s called ‘Killer’ after observing for a bit.

The second skeleton that emerged was shorter than Killer, his name is ‘Dust’ if I recall. He wore his hoodie over his head most of the time along with what I think was once Papyrus’s red scarf. Unlike Killer he was a lot more quiet and calculated. I’ve rarely ever heard him speak, but I get the feeling he’s extremely troubled about something.

The third was quite literally the largest version of Sans I had ever seen, he was definitely taller than me by maybe a foot and could probably easily snap me in half. He had a single red eye that was almost as big as the eye socket it rested within, he also had sharper teeth than the other two. The thing that mainly caught my attention though was the giant hole in the side of his skull, it almost looked like someone had taken a hammer to it. His name was Horror, he apparently came from a timeline that was experiencing a horrible famine, to the point of, well, cannibalism to survive. At the very least he actually seemed the happiest out of the group so he has that going for him.

The last member I saw was definitely the most overdressed person I have seen in a long time, but hey he nails the outfit so who am I to judge? He wore a practically all white jacket, with black underneath, and a type of cloth coming down the back of the jacket. The way he carried himself reminded me of a guard of some kind so he was most likely a royal guardsman in his original AU. Getting a name for him was significantly harder than the other three, but with enough persuasion I managed to get someone to give me a name. Cross was the name he was given, and I knew virtually nothing about his past so he was a mystery to me.

The four worked well together, especially against their current opponents. It was quite interesting to see their fighting styles compared to each other.

Killer was more supratic and reckless in his attacks, but could easily come up with a different form of attack or defense on the spot.

Dust was more calculated and calm, playing more defensively than Killer’s offensive battle style. I noticed that Dust tended to dodge and wait for an opening to strike.

Horror was bigger than his teammates and opponents making him slower, but has more power behind his attacks. He didn’t use magic as much as the other three, instead opting to go for hand-to-hand combat or using his axe; honestly a clean hit from that weapon could probably take someone’s arm off.

Cross definitely fought like a royal guardsman, a mix of offensive and defensive pressure that was almost like watching a dance at times, he’d definitely been training his fighting abilities for a very long time. He also seemed to take fights more seriously than his teammates.

From the intel I gathered the four worked for a being called Nightmare, a protector and deity of negative emotions. I’ve seen him occasionally, most of the time only when he needs to step in to protect his henchmen. Nightmare was a completely black skeleton with a single cyan eye that seemed to pierce through any soul it looked at. He was covered in a black goop that covered his other eye, and had four tentacles growing out of his back made from whatever the goopy substance that encompassed his body was. He fed off of negativity hence why he sent his henchmen to torment AUs from time to time.

“Brother! Stop this!” A voice rang out.

Ah, speaking of Nightmare, that was his brother Dream wasn’t it?

The “Star Sanses” as Dream called them were a group that helped others in different universes for their own reasons.

The group consisted of three skeletons Dream, Ink, and Blue.

Dream was the leader of the group, and wore an equally eye blinding outfit to match his role as the protector of positive emotions. Being the opposite of his brother he fed off of positivity, unfortunately it seemed he developed an outlook of toxic positivity along the way, believing everyone should feel positive emotions despite negative ones being needed sometimes as a part of life. I couldn’t exactly blame the guy though, he meant well and just wanted to help others, but just didn't have the best way of going about it.

Ink was the group’s second member, a protector of the multiverse and a being with no soul at all. He can only feel with the help of the paint vials he carries on him, which are only refilled upon the creation of more universes, without those vials he can’t feel a single thing. He was also more interested in making sure timelines stayed on track with what was intended for their story, which is probably the only reason he helps Dream in the first place because he wants to make sure things stay on track. I honestly don’t think he cares for other people’s feelings whatsoever.

The last member of the group was Blue who was honestly the most approachable out of the group. I managed to catch him alone one time for a sparring session and it was pretty fun. Out of the three he’s the kindest and likes to believe anyone can change for the better, which is admittingly a slightly flawed view but I respect him for keeping to it. I honestly feel bad for him because he keeps pushing himself to keep up with the other two, sacrificing food and sleep to do so. I would honestly take him out of the group if I could. Blue’s a nice friend and sparring partner and his worldview is honestly a little refreshing compared to my own.

My ears flicked at the sound of groaning behind me. I turned my head to see an out of breath Killer wheezing on the snowy ground, damn he must have been hit pretty hard.

Looking back towards the fight and seeing everyone was distracted I decided to take a risk and dropped my illusion spell as I jumped down to stand beside the skeleton.

I awkwardly clicked my tongue as I knelt down to access the damage, Sans’ like puns right?

“Guess you could say the snow’s bone-chilling huh?” I said with a slight hint of awkwardness in my voice.

Killer wheezed from his spot on the ground. Well at least the joke seemed to land despite how bad the joke was.

“Trying to lift my spirits or something? You must have a death wish.” He said as his smile seemed to grow larger.

I rolled my eye and put my paw over his chest, it seems the idiot broke a few ribs. I noticed how he tensed up a bit at the contact as I started to mend the broken bones.

“Says the skeleton with multiple broken ribs laying in the snow.” I shot back.

“Got me there.” He said, trying to shrug before looking at me. “What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ here anyways?”

“Your group’s fights with the Star Sanses are interesting to watch.” I replied simply.

Killer smiled wider at that. “They’re quite fun to mess with.”

“So it would seem.” I responded.

I brought my paw back from his chest.

“Alright your ribs are healed, have fun fighting I guess.” I said dismissively, ready to use my magic to leave this universe.

Something didn't feel right. My pupil turned into a silt as I summoned my sickles and turned around just in time to block a knife from hitting my back.

“Don’t turn your back on a predator doll.” He said smugly.

I narrowed my eye and jumped back as he rushed towards me, his knife aiming for an opening as I blocked his attacks. I jumped back as he slashed downwards and quickly rushed at him and drew my blade across his shoulder. He continued trying to attack me and as I went for another attack-

PING

I looked down and my soul was blue.

“Son of a bi-”

I was suddenly sent flying backwards and landed roughly on the ground, immediately managing to use the momentum to jump back up into a fighting stance.

I whipped around and came face to face with Dust staring at me with an angry smile as he used his magic to turn my soul blue again.

“Nice shot Dusty!” I heard Killer shout from behind.

I growled and summoned my sickles, swinging so I nicked Dust’s cheek which surprised him so much he let my soul go. I turned around and slashed as I sensed the feeling of teleportation magic behind me, managing to get a clean hit over one of Killer’s eyes.

Before either skeletons could recover I disappeared into the ground and used my shadow-like form to reappear out of the ground a good few feet away.

I looked at Killer as we made eye contact, he smiled sadistically, his knife gleaming in his hand. I stared back and observed his movements, he’s relaxed so he most likely doesn’t think I’m a threat, seems to be treating this as a game more than anything.

After what felt like an eternity of this mock staring contest I felt someone grab my shoulder and shove me back, and before I could react a strong arm was around my neck in a headlock.

Cross stared back at me with a small glare before running off to help Killer. I tried to summon my sickles again, but my wrists were suddenly grabbed by an appendage and the pressure around my neck was suddenly gone.

I looked right into the cyan eye of Nightmare as he smiled at me.

“Oh no I don’t think so.” He said smugly.

I was suddenly grabbed by the ankle by one of his tentacles and held upside down in the air.

It was then I realized that Dream and the others must have retreated while I was healing Killer.

Unfortunate, but if I play my cards right I won’t die here.

“So what do you want to do with them boss?” Killer asked. “Kill em’?”

Nightmare hummed in thought before letting go of my ankle as I hit the ground with a thump.

“Not yet this one is… interesting.” Nightmare said.

I stood up from the ground and dusted the snow on my leather jacket off and shook my head to get the snow that built up on my fur off, flinging some on Killer in the process.

“Wh- Hey!” Killer exclaimed. “That’s just mean!” He said in mock hurt.

“Yeah well, shouldn’t have been in my way dumbass.” I responded coldly.

“Oh a bit of bite huh? Well let’s see if that’ll hold up in a fight huh?” He lifted his knife up as his soul twitched a bit more.

I looked down at his knife then back to his eye sockets. “No.”

Killer seemed a bit taken back by that and seemed to be ready to strike, before Nightmare grabbed his torso with a tentacle and lifted him up.

“As much as it would be fun to watch, I'm not going to let you get into an unnecessary fight when you’re injured.” Nightmare stated.

“Aw come on boss! It’ll be fun!” Killer smiled.

“No no let him, I wanna see him get his assed kicked.” Dust piped in with a smile.

Nightmare shot Dust a look as the latter seemed to falter just a little bit.

“Even still we need to heal Killer that crack along his eye looks pretty bad.” Cross said.

Nightmare looked at Killer’s eye before looking at me with a glare.

“Did you do that?” He hissed.

“I sensed teleportation magic behind me and attacked without thinking, so yes.” I sighed. “I should be able to heal it relatively easily, the wound should not be deep since I wasn’t aiming to kill.”

Nightmare’s eye widened in curiosity a bit before he put Killer down on the ground. “I’m surprised you’re able to show restraint in battle.”

I chuckled at that. “Oh no if I hit him with the sickle my robotic arm is holding it would’ve been far worse.”

I rolled up the sleeve on my right jacket to reveal a gray, metallic arm with a hard sharp, black material for the fingers.

I saw Cross’s eyes light up just a little bit upon looking at it.

“I don’t have as much control over my robotic arm so it’s easier for me to hurt people using it.” I said with a shrug.

Nightmare hummed in response. “You’re not scared are you?” He asked.

“I get if you wanna be perceived as such but honestly? I could care less if I die or not.” I shrugged.

Was- Was that a flash of concern in Nightmare’s eye? Whatever it was, it was gone as quickly as it appeared with a thoughtful expression in its place.

“Your emotions and soul are quite interesting to me. Tell me would you mind making a deal?” He asked.

I cocked an eyebrow at that, my eyes dilating slightly. “Depends on the deal.”

Nightmare chuckled at that. “I’ll offer you protection, a place to sleep, food, and whatever else you may want. In exchange for helping me and my henchman spread negativity and chaos across the multiverse.”

I thought for a moment, at least it wouldn’t be a boring experience by any means. Besides this group seemed fun and I have been missing causing a bit of chaos. If it was boring he couldn’t exactly stop me from leaving either.

“No killing I’m assuming?” I asked.

“No.” Nightmare replied.

“Eh sure.” I shrugged. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to just let loose and cause some trouble.”

“You can’t be serious.” Dust said baffled while looking at Nightmare.

Nightmare smiled as he opened a portal to his castle. “Now what’s your name?”

I rolled my eye as I chuckled and followed my new co-workers through the portal. “Call me Snake.”

“Well then, Snake, I think you’ll enjoy it here.” Nightmare said as he closed the portal behind us.

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Little shitpost I like to add at the end of my chapters :)

Killer: Remember one time I liked you?

Snake: No

Killer: GOOD CAUSE IT NEVER HAPPENED

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•Just a bit of ranting down below you don’t have to read it•

Oh boy I am like extremely nervous to post this-

This is like I said gonna be a self-indulgent thing, something for me to write to relieve stress and not have to read over and over again to fix mistakes (though feel free to point any out I’m always glad to fix them).

I haven’t written for Snake in ages and this’ll also be a practice in writing some characters I’ve loved for a long time now.

Will this fic have romance? Eh maybe? The main focus right now is platonic relationships as we examine the relationships and emotions of this current cast it might evolve into a romantic poly relationship over time though.

Also I want to establish that I will be leaving some lore about Snake’s past up in the air so I’ll be very loose with it and try not to go into the relationships of characters from my own story to keep the flow of this fic focused on Snake and Nightmare’s Gang.

Snake’s story is extremely complicated and does not fit the tone of this fic like at all so the most you’ll get is passing mentions of other characters and the occasional explanations (significantly watered down for the sake of this fic of course) about why Snake has some past traumas that will be explored later down the line.

One day I’ll explain Snake’s past in depth but that’s not for this fic so just enjoy this dumbass’s interactions with the Bad Sanses and don’t think too hard about their lore.

Anyways uh thanks for reading this I guess? I hope you at least like it so far if you took time out of your day to read it :) /gen

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could you write headcanons for nikei yomiuri and sora as siblings? they both grew up in the same orphanage and were very close, they see each other as siblings. sora especially likes teasing nikei about his love life (eg. his crush on irl!mikado sannoji, who also is in their orphanage)

As a sibling myself I am glad to do this. Also thank you for the request! :)

They definitely great each other with variations of “Hey bitch.”

Nikei tries to scare Sora but always fails or gets punched in the face

Sora in turn makes fun of him lovingly

Sometimes get annoyed with each other which leads to fights but they make up in the end

They also confide in each other with a lot of their secrets and have venting sessions

Mischief? Mischief.

I can see them pranking basically anyone

Hurt Nikei and Sora throws hands

Hurt Sora and Nikei will ruin your social life

They know like everything about everyone and just sit there knowing everything like >:)

They can and will use it as a weapon against bullies

As any good sibling does they make fun of their sibling for their crush, while also threatening to kill said crush if they break their sibling’s heart

Yeah works both ways here

Nikei has a huge crush on Mikado and Sora definitely takes advantage of this

“Oh~ looks like Nikei has a crush~”

“SHUT UP SORA-”

Sora over here trying to play matchmaker and failing miserably

Just wants Nikei to be happy but oh my god these two are so oblivious to her attempts it hurts

On the other hand Nikei’s over here with Sora’s relationship with Yuki and Yoruko like

“So how’s the threesome going?”

“What the actual fuck Nikei”

Nikei’s jealous of Sora’s relationship

Like he just wants to be in a relationship with Mikado but is too nervous to ask

When Nikei eventually gets together with Mikado Sora just goes

“I have been trying to get you two together for months why are you so oblivious?”

“Wait that’s why you did all that!?”

“Why else would I dumbass?”

All in all an interesting sibling dynamic to anyone looking in

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AI Mikado Sannoji x Void Reader Oneshot

Requested by me! Angst with a dabble of hurt/comfort

Spoilers for Super Danganronpa Another 2

No. No no no no no no no no no.

This can’t be happening! Why is this happening!? He promised he wouldn’t kill us. He said we would be fine!

But I couldn’t deny the truth, not when I witnessed Hajime get shredded and turned into a sick joke on that screen.

I wanted to throw up, scream, cry, anything!

But I couldn’t, I just stood there completely numb.

I couldn’t blow my cover, not here, not now. I’ll just have to wait to confront him later.

As I walked out of that damned courtroom, and night fell onto the cruise ship I only had one thought.

“Why? Why would you betray us? Betray me?”

I looked at the clock on my monopad and sighed, the others must be confronting Mikado by now.

I grumbled as I walked towards the monitor room, noticing the door was cracked open, arguing being heard as clear as day.

I ran my fingers through my hair in anxiousness.

Mikado was… an unpredictable person to say the least. I knew betrayal could’ve been a factor from the start, but he himself had backed all of Void into a corner with the Kisaragi Foundation so killing him was out of the question. Neither was betraying him, he had full control over this game and could easily get one of us executed for fucking up the plan.

I sighed, I knew this plan was terrible from the start. Hell, Nikei knew it as well, but the other three outweighed our opinions so we were forced to go along.

Utsuro be damned for all I care. I lost my luck a long time ago, and other than a few major injuries, I’ve managed to get along fine. Why the other members couldn’t see that losing their luck wouldn’t be the end of their world was beyond me.

I took a deep breath in as I opened the door. Time to put on that mask.

“Sorry to interrupt your little argument, but one of you dumbasses left the door open.”

The other voids looked at me, I could see how tense Nikei, Emma, and Iroha were off the bat.

Looks like this didn’t go as they planned.

“Ah! Mx. L/N! Lovely of you to join us!” Mikado exclaimed.

“Yeah yeah whatever, so I take it this didn’t go the way we wanted?” I asked looking over at Nikei.

He growled and looked away from me in response.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I muttered.

I shook my head and crossed my arms, glaring daggers at the half-masked blonde in front of me.

“You know I’m pissed off to hell and back and it’s taking everything in me not to kill you. So give me a goddamn explanation before I snap your neck Sannoji.” I growled.

Mikado laughed in response.

“Alright then, kill me. I won’t stop you, but you do know without me this plan will go to ruins?” He stated.

I grabbed the collar of his cape and pulled him towards me, making it so his face was right in front of mine.

“You think I care? I don’t give a damn about Utsuro anymore, I’ve already lost my divine luck.” I spat.

“Then why did you join the game in the first place hm?” He asked with a head tilt.

I shoved him so he fell back in the chair he was sitting on in response.

“Because I wanted to protect the people I care about in case this plan went wrong, but no, you just had to go and fuck this up didn’t you!?” I screamed.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and whipped around to see Emma looking at me with a concerned expression.

“I admire your tenacity Mx. L/N, however I stated the rules clearly, the blackened must be executed if caught. The plan would fail if we proceeded with false executions, too many factors could go wrong.” Mikado stated matter-of-factly.

Mikado stood up from his chair and looked at all of us, his mask showing annoyance.

“To go with this plan you must be prepared to die for it. Even I’m willing to die for it, however killing me would mean you have no escape from this island, nor the Kisaragi Foundation.” He stated smugly.

I glared at him.

“If the rule of no violence wasn’t in place I’d punch you.” I growled.

“I’d like to see you try darling.” He smiled.

I huffed, and shoved Emma’s arm off of me as I walked out of the room, but before I left completely I poked my head back in.

“I might be pissed off, but for the love of whatever god exists you all are fucking idiots to hold a meeting here of all places.” I grumbled.

Nikei scoffed. “Well where do you suggest we go?”

I rolled my eyes. “You literally could’ve asked me and I would’ve let you in my room for this discussion. Anyways, I’m gonna go punch a wall or something to let this emotional baggage out, message me if you need me.”

It was late into the night by now, and my hands were bleeding.

Maybe punching those pieces of wood were a bad idea considering my luck.

I sat on my bed in silent agony, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. Punching and breaking something had helped a little bit in dealing with the pain of losing Hajime, but the sorrow that tugged at my heart was still very much there.

I missed how upbeat he was, his constant reassurance, his caring nature, hell I even missed his constant nagging about my health. I just wanted him back but I knew that wouldn’t happen, so I just sat on my bed holding my bleeding hands close as I sobbed.

I don’t know how long went by as I laid there. All I know is I had stopped crying awhile ago, and I felt numb again.

I could distantly feel the Monocruise moving, but it felt so far away, just like everything else at the moment as I stared blankly at the ceiling.

I suddenly felt something hold my wrist, and looked over.

Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

“Fuck off.” I grumbled, putting my head back on the bed.

“No.” Mikado said back. “You know I was quite worried when I didn’t see you around the Monocruise this morning, but now I see why.”

“So you teleported into my room without my permission?” I asked annoyed.

“I wasn’t planning on it Mx. L/N, however I was quite worried considering last night.” He responded. “So I quickly checked the camera footage, and saw your current state.”

He flipped my wrist over and started taking the pieces of wood stuck in my hand.

“Oh that’s rich coming from you.” I hissed.

“How so?” He inquired. “Is it wrong for me to worry about your condition?”

“Is it wrong? You killed Hajime! Why in the hell would you care about me of all people!? You’ve made it perfectly clear we’re all just fucking pawns to you! You have no goddamn reason to care about anyone! Do you have any clue how-” I cut myself off seeing that my hand was bandaged up.

I blinked, absolutely dumbfounded.

“Quite frankly,” Mikado started grabbing my other hand. “I do care about you, there’s a reason you were never supposed to murder anyone for the plan.”

“And why is that?” I asked with a glare.

“Would it be any fun if I told you?” Mikado shot back teasingly.

I vaguely felt pricks of pain from the wood being pulled out as I glared at him.

“However, I suppose I do owe you something since I technically influenced this.” He stated looking at my hand. “Truth is, I admire you much more than the other void members.”

I cocked an eyebrow at that. “Why?”

Mikado chuckled as he started bandaging my hand up. “You’re a lot more interesting to me dear, does there need to be any other reason?”

I blushed a bit at that and grumbled as I laid down with my eyes closed. “I’m too damn tired for this.”

I felt Mikado take his hands off of my newly bandaged one. For a second I thought he left until I didn’t feel the bed sheets beneath me.

I wasn’t even allowed to panic before I felt my head hit something, or well someone’s chest. I then felt a blanket being pulled over my body, and a hand run through my hair.

I internally panicked, absolutely flustered, but couldn’t move for some reason.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” I exclaimed.

“Helping you sleep darling.” Mikado responded. “You look like you need it.”

I growled, of course he would do this, but it did feel nice at least, and I was way too tired to object his offer.

I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head into his chest, god he was warm. If him running his fingers through my hair didn’t do it then this warmth was definitely lulling me to sleep.

I felt my eyelids close and an arm around my waist, but before I fell asleep I felt something touch my head.

Mikado’s mask smiled as he watched you start to fall asleep.

You would survive this game he would make sure of that, you were the most perfect thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

He put the lips of his mask to your head as the visible side of his face softly smiled.

“Goodnight my darling starlight.”

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Fuyuhiko Fluff Headcanons

Requested by Nolei! Thanks for the request!

Bro please this man is like so soft for you????

Like he tries to deny it but he’ll simply melt into your hands like putty

Definitely confessed on accident then yelled “YOU DIDN’T HEAR THAT-“

You heard it and said you felt the same way

Man’s was over the moon and did a horrid job at hiding it

Pretends he’s not into PDA in public but please cuddle him in private he’ll be so happy

Probably kisses your hands a lot

Is very happy with you and everyone knows it like he’s terrible at hiding things we all know this

All bark and no bite this lad is so don’t take what he says to heart

Gifts? Gifts. Lots and lots of gifts

See a ring or necklace you like? It’s yours now no questions asked

Please get him something goofy or nerdy as a present he’ll be smiling so much

Gets flustered very easily so have fun with that

Probably would take you to like a really fancy restaurant for a date

Peko’s third wheeling but she approves of your relationship with Fuyuhiko so we’re all good

Clings to you like a koala in his sleep it’s adorable

Also sleep-talks and it’s adorable

“I love you Y/N.”

Give him kisses on his hands and lips please he loves it

Probably writes you love letters I don’t know I can just see it

All in all a very wholesome relationship if you break down those walls of his just a very flustered and soft boy under all it

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This blog looks amazing so far! Great job on the Nikei fluff alphabet! Seriously, you’re a great writer!

Aw thank you so much that means a lot! 💕 /gen

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Fluff Alphabet with Nikei Yomiuri

Request from me! I love this sassy journalist

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

When in public? Not at all, he has trouble showing physical affection or really any affection at all towards you in public since he has a reputation to uphold.

In private though he’s still not the most affectionate person in the world.

He’s not great at physical affection unless he’s feeling particularly bold that day. He’ll mostly compliment you or will let you stay around him for long periods of time.

He does love you he just has a lot of trouble actually genuinely showing it in actions.

He’ll mainly hold your hand, run his fingers through your hair, or hold your face with his right hand.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

Bunch of late nights talking about potential articles and reviewing them.

You’d be his go-to for critiquing his articles before he releases them, and expect to be dragged around to help him get interviews for said articles.

Whether or not you know about the Children of Utsuro or not would entirely depend on how trustworthy Nikei deems you to be, and whether or not he’s willing to let you potentially get hurt.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Oh absolutely would not, at least not when he’s completely conscious-

He has a streak of staying up way too late working on his articles so you can either leave him be, or literally force him to go to sleep.

If you do manage to pull him away from his work he’ll fall asleep quickly, and will most likely latch onto you in his sleep.

He’ll be a flustered mess in the morning, but he doesn’t hate cuddling.

He’s just not exactly used to physical affection, but might want to lay on your chest on bad days. Really depends.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?)

I don’t think he’s really considered the option of settling down, and if he has he’s not interested in it.

His work can actually be quite dangerous after all, and he’s content in what relationship he currently has with you.

Might consider it in the future though, after he manages to find Utsuro at least.

He’s also not really around your shared apartment often, and when he is most of the time it’s to write up an article. If you do ask him to though he’ll do his best to help you clean up the house and whatnot.

Also he cannot cook for the life of him, he almost burned down the apartment last time.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he were to break up with you it could be a variety of reasons, but he’d most likely do it on accident when his temper got the best of him, or would purposefully do so to try to keep you safe when Mikado becomes leader and the killing game plan starts.

If he does so out of a fit of rage then he most likely would say things he doesn’t actually mean in that moment, and it would come to a boiling point when he says that he never loved you in the first place and are just an annoyance to him.

He would feel incredibly guilty afterwards if he actually lost you and would spiral into self-hatred over it. He’d be an absolute mess.

If it was to try to protect you on the other hand, well he would say similar things if he was enraged but would say it with a cold look on his face. After you leave he’ll most likely have a breakdown, but convince himself it’s for your own good and continue to mask his true emotions.

He doesn’t want you to get hurt and is willing to push you away and make you hate him if it means you’ll get to be alive.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’s very finicky on commitment.

Don’t get him wrong he absolutely adores you, but he’s built up so many walls that it’s hard for him to actually believe you love him.

You’d have to be with him for a very long time for him to even consider marriage.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Nikei has a tendency to get extremely angry and defensive very easily.

Honestly to be with him romantically, you’ll have to have some tough skin and be willing to take an anger fueled insult and the occasional snide remark. He has walls built up so you’ll have to tear them down slowly.

Further along into the relationship he will try not to insult you and be gentle, but isn’t exactly the best at it, old habits die hard after all.

However, in the rare moments he is physically affectionate he is as gentle as can be in an attempt to make up for it.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)

He is not exactly a person that receives a lot of hugs and as such doesn’t really give them to you.

If you want to hug him though don’t get him wrong he’ll let you, but he’ll just stand there not knowing what to do.

The only times he does hug you is in a moment of desperation for a variety of reasons, mainly his thoughts getting the best of him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Good luck with this one mate.

Because this man is never going to say it.

Well, not never but he only will if you’re far into your relationship or at moments where he thinks you won’t hear him say it. Due to his walls he really doesn’t want to admit it out loud to you, but he might just say it when he’s sleepy.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Have you seen Nikei? Of fucking course he gets jealous.

How he acts depends on the person if it’s someone he actually like tolerates like Hajime, Emma, or Iroha, he might just act a little more snarky or on-edge than usual.

If it’s someone he doesn’t know than he’ll get angry and tell them to back the fuck off.

Now if it’s someone like Mikado? You might have to physically hold him back because he will get pissed the hell off and will not be afraid to hold back. My boy will be cursing like a sailor and will act the closest to feral he can get.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

The odds of him just casually kissing you is very slim, but if you ask him or steal one from him, he’s willing to oblige.

His kisses are extremely rough since he likes that feeling of being in control, but if it were up to him he would most likely not kiss you on the lips actually.

He greatly prefers kissing your neck and shoulders maybe leaving marks from time to time.

He adores his right hand kissed specifically, but also likes being kissed on the lips and cheek.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He does not like children like at all so uh-

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Quiet is the best word to describe it.

He’s not a morning person by any means so if you start a conversation with him it’s pretty funny, point it out though and he’ll sleepily sass the hell out of you.

As he slowly wakes up with the help of coffee though it gets better and you two will have a nice conversation, until he eventually leaves in the search of new articles to write.

He’ll be ecstatic if you come with him though, like you’ll genuinely make his entire day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are a lot more chaotic I’ll give you that.

He gets back home around 10 o’ clock at night most of the time, and can pull an all-nighter writing an article.

The odds of you two getting into an argument when you’re trying to get him to sleep is very high. He does know you’re trying to help him, but he is way too stubborn to oblige with your requests without a fight.

Eventually you’ll manage to convince him or will have to bargain with him so he’ll actually sleep, that or you could literally pick him up and drop him on the bed.

Pick your poison honestly either way the night will end with him cuddling you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Considering the amount of walls he’s built up? Yeah that’s not exactly happening at the start, if you want to know more about him a lot of things you’ll find out are from outside sources or from you putting puzzle pieces together.

Nikei is very secretive about a lot of things and you’ll either have to figure it out yourself or play the waiting game.

He would rather tell you himself though so it’s best if you just help break down those walls instead of finding things out that he doesn’t want you to know yet.

Some things he won’t tell you though like the Children of Utsuro or his past, and you’ll have to be okay with that until he’s ready which may take years.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

This is Nikei we’re talking about he can get annoyed or angry at the littlest of things.

You may cause his patience to run thin at times, but he genuinely does love you and if he says something hurtful he doesn’t mean it, it’s just part of those walls.

If he does genuinely hurt your feelings when he gets angry he’ll do anything to make it up to you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Yes.

He has a separate pages in his notes all about little details you’ve told him about yourself.

Your favorite color, food, season, hell even little things like your favorite type of flower! He wants to know anything about you that you’re willing to share with him, and will keep those notes on him for gifts and whatnot.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He doesn’t particularly have one.

Well not exactly a memory, but he does adore how you can be so patient with him. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, but he’s so grateful for you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

He is very protective and isn’t afraid to be vocal about it.

He’s not exactly the most physical person out there, upper body strength wise, so he wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight, but I mean he carries a gun on him for a reason.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He does put a lot of effort into physical gifts due to his notes on what you like. It probably won’t be anything too extravagant but you can tell he cares.

Dates with him are mainly walks around the park, cafe dates, library dates, or stargazing. Very small things for the most part but you both enjoy it.

Might take you to like an actual restaurant for anniversaries though, or will go out of his way to spend the day with you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His temper and insecurity complex can and most likely will drive rifts in your relationship from time to time.

He’s used to pushing people away and unfortunately you’re no exception at times.

He can say things he doesn’t mean often and can unintentionally come of as apathetic and spiteful towards you without thinking.

His insecurity complex can also lead to him getting a high when he feels like he’s in control of you, and can get very easily carried away to the point he can accidentally physically harm you.

You might have to set boundaries with him and stick to them, which he’ll agree to.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

A little, he at least wants to look presentable to you at all times.

However it’s not enough to where he’ll make a huge deal out of it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would, you’re one of the few people who’s managed to see past his walls and would be absolutely devastated if he lost you.

If you did leave him on bad terms or worse died, his walls would go back up ten-fold and he’d be even more prickly than he already is. He’d most likely never get over you.

X = Xtra (Random HC)

Probably would teach you how to use a gun if you don’t already know how to use one.

He wants you to be able to protect yourself if you insist on coming along with him for his interviews.

Y = You (How would they talk about you?)

It is literally so obvious to everyone else that he fucking adores you.

You are like the only person he genuinely will talk positively about without trying to lie and everyone can tell.

Mikado would definitely make fun of him for it, no I will not elaborate.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

I imagine he talks in his sleep.

That and he tends to cling to you in his sleep, most of the time ending up on your chest or accidentally becoming the big spoon.

Might also end up in the vice versa situation with you on his chest or becoming the big spoon.

Either way he’s internally screaming when he wakes up from being way too flustered.

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Howdy! Hey! Welcome to the page!

This is a side account where you can put in requests for characters from your favorite shows, video games, or really whatever! (As long as I know them that is)

However there are a few ground rules I would like to establish first!

I’ll mainly do x reader or character x character

I’m alright with smut, but if you request it I may not get to writing it since I’m really iffy about what characters I’ll write with it

I will only write for the fandoms I am in or have been in. Depending on which one you request, it might take longer to get to depending on my current interest in said fandom

I can write both headcanons (scenarios? imagines? not sure what to call them honestly-) or one shots if you wish! Headcanons will be much faster for me to do and will be my default, however if you specifically want me to do a one-shot just tell me in your request!

I am so willing to write darker themes such as yandere and other various things falling into the horror genre, so don’t be scared to ask for it!

I will absolutely NOT write any form of incest or minor x adult content

I can write character x character things as well! Can be platonic or romantic!

Any requests with children or characters that I headcanon to be children will be strictly platonic (this rule will be a bit flexible depending on the fandom)

Willing to write for almost all themes fluff, angst, hurt-comfort, enemies to lovers, you name it! So if you want something specific I can do it!

Don’t be afraid to ask me further questions if you’re confused about anything!

Fandoms and Characters I Will Write For!

Looking for a specific fandom/character? Well fandoms will be in this order so check it out!

•Danganronpa (All games),

•Super Danganronpa Another 2

•A Hat In Time

•Billie Bust Up

•Bendy and the Ink Machine

•Cuphead

•Sonic the Hedgehog

•Kirby

•The Owl House

•Ninjago

•Super Paper Mario

•Cookie Run

•Undertale/Undertale AUs

•Deltarune

•Undertale Yellow

•In Stars and Time

•The Amazing Digital Circus

•Miscellaneous (characters I like but can’t make an entire section for)

Danganronpa (All games)

Makoto Naegi

Kyoko Kirigiri

Chihiro Fujisaki

Mondo Owada

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Celestia Ludenburg

Sakura Ogami

Komaru Naegi

Matsuru Daimon (platonic only)

Jataro Kemuri (platonic only)

Kotoko Utsugi (platonic only)

Nagisa Shingetsu (platonic only)

Monaca Towa (platonic only)

Hajime Hinata

Izuru Kamukura

Nagito Komaeda (+despair form)

Chiaki Nanami

Peko Pekoyama (+despair form)

Ibuki Mioda (+despair form)

Mikan Tsumiki

Nekomaru Nidai (+despair form)

Gundham Tanaka (+despair form)

Kazuichi Soda (+despair form)

Sonia Nevermind (+despair form)

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu (+despair form)

Kaede Akumatsu

Shuichi Saihara

Kaito Momota

Ryoma Hoshi

Kirumi Tojo

Korekiyo Shinguji

Gonta Gokuhara

Kokichi Oma

Maki Harukawa

Super Danganronpa Another 2

Sora

Yuki Maeda

Yoruko Kabuya

Yuri Kagarin

Hajime Makunouchi

Kokoro Mitsume

Emma Magarobi

Setsuka Chiebukuro

Hibiki Otonokoji

Kaede Otonokoji

Shinji Kasai

Nikei Yomiuri

Teruya Otori

Mikado Sannoji (IRL and AI)

Shobai Hashimoto

Iroha Nijue

A Hat in Time

Hat Kid (platonic only)

Bow Kid (platonic only)

Mustache Girl (platonic only)

The Conductor

DJ Grooves

The Snatcher

Moonjumper

Vanessa

The Empress

Billie Bust Up

Billie (platonic only)

Aristotle

Elaine

Barnaby

Fantoccio

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Bendy (cartoon or demon form your pick!)

Sammy

Henry

Audrey

Cuphead

Cuphead (platonic only)

Mugman (platonic only)

Chalice (platonic only)

Cagney Carnation

King Dice

The Devil

Henchman

Sonic the Hedgehog

Sonic

Tails (platonic only)

Knuckles

Shadow

Rouge

Omega

Espio

Blaze

Silver

Dr. Starline

Surge

Kit (platonic only)

Tangle

Whisper

Mephiles

Infinite

Metal Sonic (can also do Neo Metal Sonic!)

Gemeral

Mecha Sonic

Silver Sonic

Shard

Orbot & Cubot

Kirby

Kirby (platonic only)

Meta Knight

King Dedede

Bandana Dee (platonic only)

Marx

Magalor

Taranza

Susie

Daroach

Shadow Kirby (platonic only)

Dark Meta Knight

Shadow Dedede

Galacta Knight

Morpho Knight

Elfilin (platonic only)

The Owl House

Luz

Amity

Willow

Gus (platonic only)

Hunter

Vee

Eda

Lilith

Raine

Darius

Belos

The Collector (platonic only)

King (platonic only)

Papa Titan

Ninjago (Movie as well!)

Lloyd

Kai

Jay

Zane

Cole

Nya

Morro

Harumi

Garmadon (S1-S2, Sensei, or Oni is up to you)

Pixal

Ronin

Skylor

Vania

Cryptor

Mr. E

Super Paper Mario

Count Bleck/Blumiere

Tippi/Timpani

Dimentio

Nastasia

Mr. L/Luigi

Cookie Run

There are way too many for me to keep this list going so just suggest any from Ovenbreak, Kingdom, or Witch’s Castle and I try to write for them. Child Characters or characters the fandom headcanons to be children are an immediate platonic only though.

Undertale/Undertale AUs

Sans

Papyrus

Undyne

Alphys

Toriel

Asgore

Gaster

Napstablook

Mettaton

Muffet

Flowey (platonic only)

Asriel (platonic only)

Chara (platonic only)

Frisk (platonic only)

Killer! Sans/Killer

Dusttale Sans/Dust

Horrortale Sans/Horror

Horrortale Papyrus/Paprika

X-Tale Sans/Cross

Nightmare

Dream

Ink

Underswap Sans/Swap

Underswap Papyrus/Stretch

Underfell Sans/Red

Underfell Papyrus/Edge

Error

Geno

Fresh

Reaper

Epic

Deltarune

Kris

Susie

Ralsei

Lancer (platonic only)

King

Rouxls Kaard

Seam

Jevil

Noelle

Queen

Spamton

Swatch

Undertale Yellow

Clover (platonic only)

Dalv

Martlet

Starlo

Ed

Moray

Ace

Mooch

Ceroba

Kanako (platonic only)

Chujin

Axis

In Stars and Time

Siffrin

Mirabelle

Isabeau

Odile

Bonnie (platonic only)

Loop

The Amazing Digital Circus

Caine

Pomni

Kinger

Gangle

Zooble

Miscellaneous

Mr. Puzzles (SMG4)

Alright! Have fun requesting!