#IT JUST HIT ME. IF THAT'S FRISK THAT'S SO FUCKING SAD MAN

[thesnowflake18]

Help what does this mEAN?!?!

[kaissauce]

okay, phucker, do it

ok let's do this @rolli-zolli @ninikins

Horrortale: technically an alternate timeline instead of au. after a neutral run where undyne's queen the core malfunctions and food becomes scarce and people resort to eating humans because sans suggested it. Aliza is the protag. latest thing that happened in the ongoing comic was Aliza agreeing to go with Papyrus to solve his last puzzle. as for the appearance of sans he has a HUGE hole on his head and a red eye. he got the hole from undyne when she got his magic eye which was going to be used to power the core. sans didnt die tho and killed the guards holding him down and just took whatever eye was on the ground and used it as a replacement for his magic eye that's powering the core. i quote first words he said after putting the eye in his socket "who the fuck took my phone?". then the magic eye went apeshit and broke the core again. oh and also he made alphys braindead by quite literally scrambling her brain. yeah this au is rough sans hasn't really eaten anything since the core was destroyed since he decided not to eat any humans.

Dusttale: i think this was originally a korean au? basic rundown: too many genocide runs sans goes apeshit and tries to get his Lv up by killing monsters himself man went fuckin insane kills his brother blah blah blah edgy angsty au the ghost of papyrus haunts him n stuff. sans literally just looks the same except he has his hood on and sometimes artists draw him with papyrus's scarf. the cool artists draw him with his hood on and has the hood completely cover his face so u can only see his glowing pupils. although people call him dust sans he's actually named murder sans

Killer: so frickin similar to dusttale except sans goes apeshit because of the human being like "join me lmao". three different outcomes come from this. i think it was 1 sans joins human 2 sans joins human kills human later on 3 kills human or something. friends with color sans who is basically his impulse control. pretty sure his soul's fucked up and Color sans tries to make his soul un-fucked but Nightmare comes in and fucks up the progress. he has white shorts, his eye sockets are constantly pitch black and leaking tar or something also has a weird target thingy on his chest. OH YEAH ALSO HE HAS BEEF WITH UNDERSWAP SANS ALMOST FORGOT. basically swap sans tried to make killer good and then they had a fight, swap sans lost and was on the verge of dying thankfully swap papyrus was able to save him in time i think

Dreamtale: Dream isn't in the drawing but his brother, Nightmare is. Sooo he used to not look all goooy and have tentacles n stuff but then he ate a couple hundred apples and yeah. he's six years old apparently. Nightmare and Dream are supposed to be guardians of a tree that has 500 golden apples and 500 black n goopy apples. the golden aples are positive and the goop ones are negative. you're not supposed to eat either of them cus bad shit happens. Dream and Nightmare live in a village and for whatever reason they're all dicks to Nightmare because ooughh he's the guardian of negativity that's not baller. he also goes apeshit (do u see a pattern here) and eats a goopy apple n then becomes the goop man he is today. he fuckin eats 999 apples jesus christ. and the last one is eaten by Dream because if u eat all 1000 apples u become unstoppable and immortal. so that would be a bad thing if nightmare got the last one. wop wop wop these dude aren't sanses they only have the body of one if that makes sanse.

Error: manlet. he's literally an error and that's why he's like that. also he's technically not a sans now, the redesign for him was so that he could be in the creator's webcomic named Lucidia. Error sans, aka the destroyer of aus, finds aus to be mistakes so he tries to get rid of them. his process of doing this is simple: get the human soul to the void so that they can't reset, destroy the au. he primarily attacks using his strings which can wrap around one's soul and control them. he like some aus like outertale because of how open and empty it is. he likes to be alone and has haphephobia. if u touch him he'll glitch out and possibly crash. he crashes whenever gets overwhelmed. said crashing causes him to shut down and reboot and he's powerless while doing so. he's actually pretty easy to beat if you know how to push his buttons the right way. in the og ask error blog made by his creator Loverofpiggies he kidnaps Swap sans who tries to help Error become a better person. this ends horribly as error leaves Swap sans in the void who then becomes an error aswell due to being alone in the void too long. Error actually regrets doing that to swap sans

Aftertale: OK FUN FACT THE SANS OF THIS AU, WHO'S NICKNAMED "Geno" IS ERROR. aftertale is a comic made by LoverofPiggies it's been SOOOO long since i last read it so i cant really give a good summary. but anyways Geno is trapped in the loading screen with the human and will die if he leaves the loading screen. eventually from being in the loading screen for too long after the events of aftertale he becomes Error.

OOF WOWIE THERE'S SO MUCH TO GO

Underfresh: he's not even a sans either. "Fresh" is a parasite inhabiting a skeleton. his birthday is on 4/20 which is ironic cus he doesn't like drugs. he censors swears. he speaks 90's lingo and dresses like a neon sign. for some reason he has eyebrows and a gold tooth. the glasses he has can change text but normally defaults to "YOLO". he can't feel anything since he has no soul of his own and just latches onto the host's. instead he learns how to act from the people around him. not being able to feel actually bothers him a LOT

Echotale: Aka Gaster sans. uhhh this one was also a comic if i remember correctly. basically Frisk and G!Sans are the only ones in the au and they're trying to find the core to fix the fucked up timeline that they're in but the core keeps changing positions so that sucks.

Swapfell: originally made by Khhoppang who left social media. Started out as an Alphys x Undyne au so only those two were designed but Kh was planning to design more of the characters. before they could people had a field day with the idea of mashing two aus together and SO many people came up with their own designs for sans and papyrus. Khhoppang left social media because they got overwhelmed with all the art reposters and stuff, pretty sad. the appearance of the sans in that au is the purple one with a scythe (i dont think he has a scythe in the og design).

Swapfell Red: so basically this is the swapfell made by people that isn't Khhoppang. community made per se. Sans's appearance changes constantly because as said before many people made many different designs. typically he just looks like Swap sans but with red high heel boots and his color scheme fits underfell

Fellswap (gold): Au made by blackggggum. so swapfell is underswap turned fell, fell swap is underfell swapped it takes a bit to understand that. his appearance is somewhat similar to Swapfell red. He's kind to his friends but if ur his enemy he'll fucking deck you. he's blind in his left eye, the leader of the royal guard, and secretly into dressmaking. fun fact in this au Papyrus has autism

Xtale: uuuuhhhh so Cross is a complicated one. he's part of the royal guard along with papyrus. has beef with xgaster. responsible for the downfall of his au and then Underverse happens and Ink is all "oh cool someone to mess with" and they became friends for a bit then shit hit the fan

Underfell: OOOOO YES UNIRONICALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITES. So Underfell sans is actually a very powerful mf and constantly has his magic eye activated because he has so much magic. This au is also technically an alternate timeline where monsters "lost their humanity" as the creator put it. so basically trust in the underground is scarce. Sans and papyrus, contrary to many interpretations i fucking hate, are actually on good terms (and no sans doesn't call papyrus "boss" the creator said if he does he'd do it ironically and papyrus would hate it). Fun facts he pays Grillby in socks (grillby accepts the socks as payment and wears them), if u make grillby laugh he gives u a jacket that looks like his and it's heavily implied that sans made him laugh because their jackets are similar

Underswap: ah yes another classic that i love as well. originally made by PopcornPr1nce who fled social media because they hated how the majority fandom treated Underswap (Blueberry and Carrot were popular names for the fanon swap papyrus and sans). Swap sans is constantly infantilized by the community which sucks and i hate it so i draw my own very super cool version of him whom i kin because i am also very super cool.

Outertale: mainly an aesthetic au pretty sure there's no comic of it. basically, instead of underground they in space. outer sans dies in underverse after like minutes of screentime lmao

Epictale: a comic made by Yugogeer. the og comic was retconned and the creator loathes the original version and made a reboot that's much better. Sans actually dies very early in it because Yugo hates how Sans is almost always focused on in aus. also the creator hates how meme-y their sans has become (like him saying bruh every single sentence, using a rubber chicken as a weapon, cookies, etc.) he's friends with Cross but not in canon. He has a purple magic eye that makes him immortal and i think only epic gaster could remove it which is how sans was able to be killed when he fought gaster.

Temmietale: it's undertale but everyone is temmie, don't question it

Trainertale: it's undertale but it's Pokemon, don't question it

Dancetale: it's undertale but you dance instead of fight, don't

Mobtale/Mafiatale: im unsure if mobtale and mafiatale are separate or not but they are very similar. basically undertale but mafia it's self explanatory

Undertale: no clue which au is this one, nope not at all/j

Bittytale or whatever idk: so take sans, make him small. boom. never understood this au

THAT BASTARD INK: HOOO BOY SAVED THE WORST FOR LAST. FUCK THIS GUY/j. THIS DUDE. IS THE REASON IM STILL INTO UNDERTALE AUS. I LOVE EM SO MUCH. also technically not a sans. He comes from an unfinished au and ripped his own soul to escape said au and became an outcode. for so long he was just a soulless husk until someone drew him and he got splashed with paint which let him feel. soon he learned to keep the paint in vials so that he can be able to feel 24/7. And then he learned how to create things with a paintbrush and the paint and spent time alone drawing up his own world until a portal appeared and took him to the multiverse. now he encourages artists to keep creating aus. he's the protector of aus in the sense that he keeps other outcodes from disrupting the script of the au, so if it's pacifist and an outcode tries to kill people he'd stop them, if it's genocide and an outcode tried to help them he'd stop them. no matter what he wants the au to stay on script. fun fact the creator of ink and the creator of error never had them interact with each other in canon, that was all the fandom's doing. Contrary to popular belief he's not really considered "good" his alignment is officially "Chaotic neutral". I personally interpret him a lot more chaotic than in canon because it's fun but he's a pretty chill guy actually. he can just be a bit of an ass sometimes. According to the creator of Ink (who is Comyet) his interpretation in Underverse is not canon compliant. one of the biggest canon things that underverse contradicts is Ink deliberately not taking his vials. if he were to do that in canon he'd become a husk again which is the equivalent of him "dying". he was described as a walking corpse by Comyet, without the vials he can't function anymore. Like Error he's pretty easy to beat if you know his weaknesses. also he has fears of empty spaces and being alone

off topic kinda but i very much love how Error and Ink are opposites yet parallel even though they were completely written without the other in mind. Error believes getting rid of aus is getting rid of anomalies. Ink believes people interfering with aus are anomalies. Error loves emptiness, Ink hates emptiness. list goes on it's funky fresh.

also uhhh sanses missing from that drawing that i can name from the top of my head

Seraphim sans, Insans, Dusttrust, He who shall not be named because he's from an 18+ au, Swapswap (yes. that exists), Storyshift, Inverted Fate (very good au i suggest checking it out), Negatale, Oceantale, Template, Pale, Mafiafell, Farmtale

my phone is at 9% y'all are spared from me going on

[insanelyadd]

Here is the next chapter to Macaroons and Babybones. I really hope you like it.

((This is a reader insert that features Pap Pap and SkeleChara, the person who wrote it wanted me to post it, it’s very cute and lovely! I’m super excited to see where it will go! :D  But I’m putting my commentary at the top because I need to add a read more.))

Chapter Two: Phone calls in the night

-Charakterny’s POV-

My day started just like any other day. Wake up, get ready for the day, then head down to eat breakfast Papa made for my all my uncles and myself. Sitting in my seat next to Papa’s at the table, my fet swing back and forth under the table as I wait for the deliciousness that fills the air with its siren’s song. Papa walks into the dinning room with his pink frilly apron and plates lining his arms like a pro. Sliding them across the table, one plate stops in front of me with a small stack of chocolate waffles. Digging into breakfast, I watch as my uncles all finish their own and start to leave going to their different jobs. Uncle Edge downs the rest of his coffee before taking his mug I got his last giftmas to the kitchen. Uncle Edge kisses the top of my skull as he passes while Uncle Blue rubs the top of my skull. Uncle Black roles his eyelights at Uncle Blue before kissing the top of my skull as well. They all start to lightly bicker, before they grab their coats and head out the door to the police station. Uncle San’s, Red, and Stretch places their dishes in the sink as well before leaving to go to Mount Ebbot Labs. Uncle Mutt takes off to disappear into the unknown after a quick wave in my direction. Waving back I take my plate into the kitchen.

  “Chara, My Child.” Papa says in a way that I know I’m not going to like what he has to say.

“I Have To Go Work With Ambassador Frisk Today. Now, I Know You Don’t Care Much For Nanny Ava” shifting under my papa’s sockets I try not to look as sad as I feel.

“But She Is One Of The Only Human Nannies That Is Safe Enough For Monster Children To Be Around.” Papa says before muttering under his breath.

  “Why can’t I just go stay with Toriel then?” I whine crossing my arms.

“She could watch me.” 

  “Because My Skeletiny Miss Toriel Is Also Going To Be Helping Us Today.” Papa says in a soft tone before crouching down and wrapping his arms around my body.

“I Know This Is Hard, But After This Meeting Things Should Settle Down. Then I Can Be Home More.” He whispers planting his teeth on the top of my skull with a loud ‘Mweh’, wrapping my arms around my papa I cling to him as long as I can.

  ——

  Standing outside of a girl’s clothing shop I try not to cringe at the sea of pink dresses that Nanny Ava was trying to get me to try on. Cringing away from a pink frilly number that no one! Not even Frisk would try on, I thank my lucky stars when a young attractive man sashes up and starts flirting with her.

  “Gross.” I mutter under my breath as they make goo-goo eyes at each other. Seeing a chance to sneak away and go to the candy store I slowly backed away. Hiding in the sea of regrets and nightmares I disappear through the clothing racks. Using the pink frills to hide my escape. Once I’m out the front doors of the store I can’t help the loud laugh that bursts past me teeth.

  “Muh haha! Freedom!” I cheer in victory turning I speed walk in the direction of the toy store only to bump into something hard enough that it causes me to fall on my tailbone.

  “Ow” I mutter moving my hand to rub my lower spine. A dark, cold, feeling fills my Soul as a shadow falls over me. Looking up my sockets trace over beaten, old boots that Uncle Edge would cringe at. Torn blue jeans that clings to tightly to the humans body along with a dark shirt that looks like something even Frisk couldn’t wear. Their ugly face glares down at me with narrowed dark beady eyes, his bald head reflecting the light over head.

“Hello little freak.” His lips twisted into a wicked smile as his large hand reaches down for me. A new fear wrings at my soul as his hand blocks the light above us. Twisting my body around I push off the ground and run away from the man.

  “Get back here!” I hear him yell as two sets of footsteps chase after me. Darting through the crowd of people like uncle Blue taught me. Turning to look over my shoulder I miss the person that is in front of me. Slamming into hard legs my body starts to fall backwards, grabbing onto their jeans stops me from falling. Looking up their tall body my sockets take in their weird grey coat and the way their dark toned clothing hide every aspect of what they look like even down to the black leather gloves on their hands. Looking up at their shadowed covered face I see purple eye lights glow illuminating a skeletal face I have never seen before. They have large round eye sockets similar to Uncle sans, only theirs look more feminan. Their eye lights are blown wide and glowing the prettiest purple color giving their round almost soft looking skull a lavender glow. Their teeth are flat just like Uncle blue and Papa except for the pointed sharp canines like uncle Red, and Mut. They look like they could rip apart anything that they bite into. They have scars that cut deep into their skull. One runs from corner to corner of their eye sockets across their nasal bone. Another one that looks shallower runs from the left corner of their mouth down to their jaw bone. What looks like four really deep scars cut into the top of their right eye socket and continue up their skull under their hood. Then like a switch was flipped the purple glow dies leaving shadows again. They stand taller than Uncle sans, blue, black, and red. But they are shorter than Papa, Edge, Mut, and Stretch. 

  ‘So pretty!’

 Remembering the humans chasing me I look over my shoulder, cold fear fills my bones unknowingly causing them to rattle as I see them catching up to me through the crowd. Letting go of the unknown skeletons leg I move to run only for their gloved hands to grab onto my shoulders. A warm fuzzy feeling almost like I’m being wrapped in a warm blanket fills me as I look back up at them.

  ‘what are they doing? And what is this feeling?” Cursing and thundering footsteps break me out of my thoughts. Looking up at their hidden face again I watch as the shadows move like they are looking behind me. Looking back over my shoulder I see the two humans that were chasing me stopped just a few feet behind me. Feeling the other skeletons fingers twitch on my shoulders I look back up to see they are watching the two humans closely.

  “Hand over the brat!” the guy that knocked me to the ground demands of the skeleton. Fear fills my soul again only to be replaced by shock as they move forward putting themselves between me and the two men. One hand stays on my shoulder in a comforting way while their other one rests at their hip.

“Yeah, Not Going to Happen.” They say in a hard female voice reminding me of Toriel when she is angry. Shaking hands reach up and grab their pant leg clutching it for dear life as my eye lights black out. Looking up at their shadowed face I plead with them with my eye sockets.

‘Please don’t give me to them! Please don’t give me to them! Please!!’ As if reading my thoughts they look back up at the two thugs. Their hand on twichs on my shoulder as I feel their body take on more of a sturdy position.

“You got some Major balls picking on a kid, let alone a monster one!” They chuckle out patting my shoulder as the ugly ones face to turn an interesting shade of red. He takes a step forward trying threaten the skeleton. I feel their magic rush through their body reacting to his display.

  “Listen girly, I can tell your not from around here-” The ugly one starts making the new skeleton tense up.

“No shit, Sherlock.” They growl back making me giggle silently, the ugly one turns redder than a tomato. He takes a step forward only for the pretty one to reach out and stop him taking another step forward.

“And in this city little freaks” The pretty one cuts in nodding his head at me with a dark sneer on his face causing me to flench, this new stranger comforts me by rubbing their hand across the back of my skull. I feel them move their body shielding me from those mean humans eyes. Peeping out from behind them I see the humans look up from me glare at the stranger ignoring the signs of danger.

“Need to learn to stay out of our neighborhood and go back to that hole they crawled out of!” The ugly one finishes stepping closer to them. I watch their hood move mack as their rank breath hits their skull. Sympathy fills me knowing how sensitive our nasal cavities can be.

“Now I’ll just take-” The ugly one starts to say reaching out for me only for a black leather gloved hand to lock around their wrist in a crushing grip that has him gasping in pain. My sockets winden and look up at them in amazement.

‘They are so fast! Just like Papa.’

“Now see here is what I don’t understand.” They growl causing both humans to look up at their shadowed face.

“You obviously don’t know who you are fucking with.” They start holding fast as the man tries to pull his arm free.

“Because if you did you would have Fucked off the moment you had my attention. But I guess stupidity is to be expected from a couple of shitheads like yourselves.” Tugging on the man’s arm fast and hard he crashes into the skeletons rib cage knocking their hood off of their skull exposing their face to the world. I don’t see the two men flench back as my eyes are glued to the four scars that are cut so deep into the back of their skull. Almost like somethings claws dug in and ran over their skull and down to their socket before they were able to move away. Their voice brings me back to reality. 

“After all attacking a monster in such a crowded place, with all these people. You are REALLY special aren’t cha.”

“Your a monster!!” The other human yells as their let go and push the ugly human away with one hand in a quick move like a ninja. My eye lights follow as he stumbles over his own feet and falls against the tile floor of the mall drawing the eyes and cell phone cameras of all the people around us.

“Oh sweetheart,” They say in a sickening sweet voice that has me cringing at the fake tone.

“You have no idea.” They laugh only for the ugly one to jump up and take a swing at them. Moving like a ninja from one of my uncles kung fu movies they somehow gently push me back away from them before spinning around knocking his right hand away with their open palm with their left hand. My eye lights turn into stars as they spin in a small half circle and get their right foot in behind his legs, with a fast tug they I knock his feet out from under him. I watch in what seems like slow motion as his feet fly up above his head and his back slams into the floor. 

An angry yell has me looking up from the man on the floor to see the nicer looking one rushing at the skeleton his fist pulled back. Worry fills me only to die as they reach out with a calm look on their face and grab his arm, with a swift pull they twist their hips and stick their thigh in between his legs. Lifting their leg and pulling the man forward his chest twists over their back before he lands on the floor next to his friend on his back. Both of the humans have the air knocked out of their lungs.

“Next time you pick on a child, you better plan on someone betting your ass.” They growl as their eyes glow a deep violet. My eye lights follow as them seeing everything in slow motion as they stand up and walk over to me like a hero in a move. I see the blurred shapes of people behind them surrounding the two mean humans.

“That was so cool!” I whisper in awe, a soft chuckle from the skeleton in front of me along with their glowing cheek bones brings a smile to my skull. Crouching down to my height in front of me a genuine smile pulls their my teeth. Time passes quickly after that as they help me find my nanny and give me their name along with their number.

‘Calibri. What a cool skeleton! Almost as cool as my family.’ I think as Nanny Ava loads me into her car and we head off back to my house. 

  -Calabri’s Pov-

A warm crisp breeze tugs at the hood of my coat tickling my cheek bones. Gravel crunches under my shoes mixing with the calls of the night animals making a new, strange melody. White eye lights glow illuminating the darkness only to fade as clouds part over head. Pausing in my journey, my skull tilts back. The hood that kept my face concealed falls as I stop and gaze up at the dark expanse littered with twinkling lights that stretches forever. My eye lights tear themselves away from the sky to take in the old path in front of me. The gravel pathway is lined with stone walls that have started to crumble from times wrath. Taking a calming breath I take another step forward, taking in the trees that have taken root over the years and grown to extraordinary heights. One step turns to two as eye lights take in the dark green almost emerald vines with star shaped leaves that has taken to climbing up the fallen stones, forest green moss grows across the top of the walls into the holes and spaces left behind. Pale white, pink, and blue flowers bloom in the moonlight off the vines. My creamy white finger bones caress the flowers left behind from decades before. Tall stone pillars that make the arched entryway are sanded down from rain and winds over time. Pieces are missing out of the left side of the arch leaving a gap only for it to be connected by vines and flowers. The milky white beams of moonlight fall onto the arch giving it an ethereal glow. Stepping through the arch way I glide through tall prairie grasses and wildflowers that grab at my pants, trying to lay claim to me just like the land. Climbing up a small hill, I stop at a crumbling gravestone. The stone no longer bears the name or date of the name of the person resting under it. All traces of the person have been wiped away by the sands of time only leaving behind the once white marble stone that is now more moss than anything. Tall pink snapdragons and bright yellow prickly poppies grow strong and unchanged by time as they stand on both sides of the gravestone keeping the one under it company.

“Hey Kiddo.” Sitting down in front of the stone I place my hand on the top of it remembering the color of their silky strands of hair.

“It’s been awhile hasn’t it.” I choke on a laugh, a fresh pain fills my Soul as my imagination replaces the gravestone with them. Their pink eyes narrow up at me under their brows while my hand sits on top of their curly mess of white hair. Freckles make constellations on their full cheeks and rosy lips pucker in a pout.

“I know you missed me a-and I’m sorry.” I force out between the sharp pains in my chest. Their head tilts up to look me in the eyes as their small, so small hands grip at the thick yellow petticoats that are embroidered with red snapdragons, their favorite flower, and little blue birds. The top of their yellow dress is lined with delicate white lace with a thick wool crimson cloak tied around their neck. 

“It’s just been so hard to keep my promise.” I watch as their eyes lose some of the bright color that I love so much.

“I lost my way there for a while kiddo. I didn’t realize how much of me left when you did.” I force past my teeth, glowing purple tears falling from my sockets.

“Don’t be sad.” I can almost hear the twinkle of their voice as one of their little hands reaches up and grips my wrist the other reaches out to me. Pale fingers with short pink nails grab the front of my coat, digging into the fabric.

“I-I meet a child today.” A dark gray sleeve wip at the tears on my bones as I change the subject away from my failure.

“You would have liked them, little dragon.” I whisper as their eyes almost gleam with excitement, lighting up like little rubys. Their fist let go of me and fly up in front of their face as their lips pull back into a wide smile with two missing front teeth, one on top of the other on the bottom.

“What are they like?” They ask swaying their hips, cheeks lighting up a soft pink with blush. A broken laugh cuts through the night’s song with its pain and unspoken heartbreak.

“They uh” I cough to clear my throat. 

“Their soul is almost identical to yours-” Loud bird chirping wipes the child’s image away like smoke being carried along with the wind. Pulling out my phone from my pocket I look at the unknown number before coughing out the stain in my voice. Wiping one cheekbone dry I swipe the answer bone only for a loud voice to fill my ear.

“HELLO IS THIS CALIBRI?” The voice asks in a light cheerful tone, something in my soul flips.

“Um” I start only for my voice to crack, clearing my throat I answer.

“Yes this is her. Who my I ask is this?”

“I’M SO GLAD I CAUGHT YOU, MISS CALIBRI. THIS IS PAPYRUS CHARAKTERNY’S PAPA, AND I WANTED TO THANK YOU IN PERSON FOR HELPING MY SKELETINY OUT OF A TOUGH SITUATION TODAY. I’M TERRIFIED OF WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU WEREN’T THERE.” Papyrus says voice falling from happy to worried. 

“It wasn’t a problem Papyrus. I am glad I was there to help them.” my voice cracks as I wipe the tears from the other side of my skull. Papyrus pauses on the phone before asking in a heartwarming yet worried tone.

“Are You Alright Miss Calibri?” My sockets widen in the dark, as my teeth are forced into a grin.

“I-If You Need Someone To Speak Too-” He starts as my grin softens around the edges.

“Thank you Papyrus. I appreciate it more than you will ever know.” I pause before asking.

“How is Charakterny? I promised to take both you and them to get some sweets.” I change the subject praying that this Papyrus will follow the lead. His silence speaks louder than any words ever could.

“They Are Quite Fine. Excited To Meet Another Skeleton Other Than Their Family. They wouldn’t Stop Describing How You Took Out Those Two Humans. I’m Afraid Now The Whole Family Is Quite Curious About You, Miss Calibri.” He says in a that makes it easy to guess his next question.

“Would You Be Able To Come Over To Have Dinner With Us Tomorrow Night?” His tone betraying his nervousness.

“I just have one question Papyrus.” I say hearing him inhale before he asks the million dollar question.

“And What Is That?” Standing back up, I pat the top of the gravestone in front of me, my expression softening as I remember their own question.

“What do you want for dessert?” 

[mysticlanternlight]

Do I Need a Reason (To Make Sure You're Okay?)

Frans Week Day 3: Comfort

@franshaven​ @anorha-nono (finally got around to writing the story that comic was based on. I hope you like the final product, (early/belated) happy birthday!)

“Is there a reason you followed me?” Frisk asked. She didn’t need to see him to know he was there.

For a moment Sans wondered if that was a good thing or not. But that wasn’t important right now.

Shaking his head a bit he turned back to the young woman in front of him. She was seated on the wet grass a few feet in front of him, arms wrapped around her legs and forehead pressed against a stone slab.

His brow ridges furrowed, at the sight. She was already small by monster standards, though her attitude and harsh tongue more than made up the difference. But right now it seem like all of that had been stripped from her as she sat there, hunched over in a drenched sweater as wet hair stuck to her scalp. He had never seen anyone so look so tiny.

“You sure pick... interesting places to hang out.” Said Sans, his red gaze trailing over the endless rows of rocky figures jutting up from the ground like weeds. Strange statues of winged humans and intricate crosses stood scattered amongst the more common stele.

“I thought we agreed to keep a low profile.” She said quietly, sounding more defeated than patient.

“Yeah and we includes you. Guess we both suck at listening.” He shrugged, slipping his hand’s into his hoodie pockets. “Mind telling me why you’re out here getting soaked?”

“Don’t really see how it’s any of your goddamn business.”

Sans rolled his eye lights. “Cute. I’m being serious Sugarplum.”

She didn’t respond.

“You seemed upset.” He said honestly. Thinking back to her odd behavior that morning, how she’d run off the second both the king and ex-queen said she could.

“If that’s not an understatement…” Her voice shaky.

“Sugarplum… Frisk… what are you doing out here?” Asked Sans as he closed the distance between them.

Finally Frisk lifted her head and when she turned to face him, Sans felt his soul twist uncomfortably. Her normally bright hazel eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks shiny from dried tears.

“Do you know what this place is?”

He rubbed the back of his skull, his eye lights shifting back and forth from her to the surrounding trees. “Seeing as everythings’ got a name and a bunch of dates, I can guess this is a memorial for the fallen. Sound about right?”

She let out a small, humorless laugh. “Just about. Us humans tend to stick around even after we’re gone and places like this seem as good any to be laid down.”

“There sure are a lot of dead humans here.” Sans said quietly, more to himself than Frisk as he continued to observe the graves.

“Yeah we’re good at dying.”

He blinked, “And I thought I was the one with the dark sense of humor.”

“Guess I’ve developed an appreciation for the art,” she sighed resting her chin on her knees, arms folded over her ankles.

His gaze softened as he watched her stare at the slab with sad eyes. After a moment of thought he lowered himself to the cold ground, not caring if he got mud on his shorts as he sat cross-legged beside her.

“So, who were they to you?”

“See for yourself.” Frisk said, scooting over to give him full view of the headstone.

Lieutenant Jason Howlett

Beloved son, brother and father.

1976 - 201X

Fuck if that doesn’t hit close to home. “Seems like he meant a lot to you.”

“Yeah. Yeah he did and you wanna know what the worst part is?” Frisk asked, trembling as fresh tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. “I wasn’t there.”

“I don’t think your old man woulda held it against you.”

“But I do.” Her tears spilling over, one then two until a steady stream was pouring from each eye. “He needed me and where was I? Falling into a goddamn mountain like a COMPLETE MORON! I saw them there, waiting for me. And in my terrified freaked out mind all I could think to do was to run away like a coward.” Her loud cry made him jump, stilling the hand he’d raised to offer her comfort.

“Sugarplum…”

“What a fucking stupid decision.” At that Sans pulled back, letting his hand fall back to his side.

“So you regret coming to the Underground.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You regret helping us get out.”

“I didn’t mean it like that!

“Then how did you mean it?” His growl made her flinch.

Sans knew he was pushing, he knew he shouldn’t take any offense to the careless words of someone in mourning, but a part of him did. Because after everything that had happened, everything they’d been through it seemed like she cared about them, even him. And damn if it didn’t hurt to hear her say that she might regret ever meeting them.

So he sat there, waiting for her to respond. Then ever so slowly Frisk pushed away from the grave, twisted her body until she was facing him completely and then crossed her legs to match his position. “Please listen to me when I say this. You, them, this whole weirdass adventure we’ve had together will never be a regret of mine. And I’m sorry if I made it sound like it was.”

Of all the things she could have said, he hadn’t expected that. Why the fuck was she so goddamn nice to him?

“Ah fuck Sugarplum… don’t, don’t fucking apologies for that.” With a deep sigh that was more of a groan Sans rubbed his eye sockets. ”Shit. You had a goddamn parent fall down and I made you apologies to me.”

She chuckled at that, the ghost of a smile playing on her lips. “It’s okay.”

He gave her a hard look. “No it ain’t, this is about you not me.”

“Still, I could have thought a bit more about what I was saying. Especially when you’re actually being rather sweet for once.”

“Was a real dick move on my part, I’m owning up it to so fuck you.” Said Sans as he used his thumbs to wipe away her remaining tears.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Frisk asked with half lidded eyes.

“Heh, good to see you’re feeling better.” He let his hands cradle her face for another second before rising to his feet. “Come on, you’ve been out here long enough that you’re gunna have one hell of a cold later.”

“Yeah I’m not looking forward to that.” She said accepting his hand. Her smile a little strained as she anticipated the consequences of this afternoon’s activities.

Sans chuckled at her silliness, then much to her surprise removed his jacket. No sooner had he taken it off than it was around her shoulders, the thick black material engulfing her smaller frame.

“Thanks but you don’t need to—“ Frisk began before Sans pulled the hood over her face. ��HEY!”

“Tsk-tsk Sugarplum, don’t want you getting any sicker now do we?”

“What was that about you not wanting to be a dick?” She huffed when he finally let go, but chose to adjust the hood so she could see rather than remove it.

“Ey I still gotta be me don’t I?” He smirked.

“Well it was nice while it lasted.”

The two shared a laugh at their own joke, enjoying the ease of their banter.

“So, think you’ll be ok?”

“Eventually. We both know I’ve been through worse right?”

“Atta girl,” he said pulling her closer as he prepared a shortcut.

“Oh and Sans,” said Frisk as he lead them to a nearby tree, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it Sugarplum.” Sans smiled as they disappeared.

[hautekurture]

[para] the one i want

characters → @hautekurture​, @happilyeveranders, and a special cameo.

location → nyc, ny.

timeframe → february 14, 2019 

summary → kurt celebrates a stereotypical romcom valentine’s day with blaine, leading to unexpected results.

notes → mentions of parental death, body horror, dysphoria.

Blaine smiles as he places his card on the bill, his eyes never leaving Kurt’s face as they finish their dinner. His boyfriend looks extra wonderful tonight, and Blaine’s happy to see he wasn’t the only one looking forward to St. Valentine’s Day. Everyone complains about it being overproduced, but it’s no different than any other holiday, Blaine thinks. What’s special is how Blaine celebrates it. He reaches over to clasp Kurt’s hand, which he sees, has the decorative ring Blaine gave him over Kurt’s birthday. “Shall we head back to campus?” Blaine says, checking his watch. There’s one more gift Blaine has planned for Kurt, and he can’t wait to see Kurt’s face when he sees it.

Kurt pulled over his black PS Paul Smith breasted overcoat over his patterned Givenchy white shirt. The thorny pattern covered well by the simple jacket, and Kurt swung his colorful Alexander McQueen printed pants over to get up. “Why not,” said Kurt. He smiled at Blaine’s watch checking. Another gift? The Valentine’s Day date was romcom trash involving an Old Hollywood movie, another trip to the Empire State Building, and this fancy dinner. It wasn’t bad however. Although Kurt’s hands were freezing in his Fendi Karl Gloves, holding Blaine’s similarly gloved hand as they strolled back to campus made the cold winds bearable.

By the time they were at Sciron Square, Kurt was feeling the playful mood, which was a stark difference whenever he saw the emptying dormitories day by day. Flipping his Offwhite Intarsia scarf out of the way, when Blaine opened the door for him and Kurt followed him to the lobby of the dorm, Kurt too had a very intense itch to put his hands on his boyfriend. He initiated by wrapping his arm around Blaine’s shoulder to pull him into a short kiss. Stranger was the occasion with Kurt wanting more than the first touch.

Blaine is bouncing in the inside stepping into Sciron Square. The reservations have gone perfectly all throughout the night, and the special gift for Kurt, Blaine has agonized over in getting it down without any problem -- and Blaine hopes everything’s in place. These worries leave momentarily when he feels the solid push of Kurt’s fingers on him, and the addicting feel of Kurt’s soft lips. “Mm,” Blaine hums, instantly closing his eyes and sinking into the gentle intimacy of their kiss. Kurt’s a bit different tonight, bolder, and whilst Blaine would have already been loosening his tie eagerly, he can’t tonight. “Mnhey, hey-- Kurt, not here. We have to get to your room. I have a special present for you back at your place.”

“Yes you do, babe,” Kurt whispered back. His interest was piqued by Blaine’s insistence they go to Kurt’s dormitory. Maybe tonight they’d cross all the bases? Kurt hadn’t been thinking about his nights with Blaine in the fore front of his mind since there were so many other things to worry about instead of whether or not Blaine would let him, however the proposition wasn’t something Kurt was going to decline. He followed Blaine beyond the lobby however seeing the back of his boyfriend’s head had Kurt already missing touch. “Your jacket’s too bulky. I wish I had picked out something different,” Kurt muttered, spinning Blaine around and nudging him to the wall of his floor’s hallway. Someone was off in the distance however Kurt was sure the person would slink into their room. He was unbuttoning some of the toggle loops on Blaine’s coat.

Blaine doesn’t get embarrassed with public displays of affection, in fact, it’s where he feels no shame at all but this is not the time. He sees the person in the hallway and notices the baseball cap. Oh, Aether. “Kurt, Kurt! Wait, ah, not here!” Blaine whispers and gently pushes Kurt off of him, though he really likes kisses near his ears. The figure grunts and Blaine slides out to the side, launching toward the person in the hallway with a hand out. “Mr... Mr. Hummel! Good evening, thank you for being here.” Blaine shakes Kurt’s father’s hand, keeping his head down since he’s one-hundred percent certain Mr. Hummel wasn’t expecting seeing Blaine and Kurt in the middle of what Blaine would say is a “frisk.”

Kurt’s eyes widened when he realized why Blaine pulled away. He was face-to-face with his dad in the flesh. “Hi Kurt,” Burt said looking embarrassed. 

“Dad,” Kurt said and then in an exasperated tone, “Blaine.”  Blaine, what the fuck.

Blaine knows that tone. “Sorry! I saw there was a discount on plane tickets and I’m so, so sorry to have kept this from you! But I saw how you don’t get to see your dad a lot and I thought this would be a good time! Mr. Hummel said it was okay!”

Kurt said again, “Blaine.” Blaine, what the fuck. I’m going to die of embarrassment.

Blaine is immediately hit by Kurt’s stare and feels the pressure. Kurt’s probably not the happiest with him but Blaine asks for forgiveness by holding Kurt’s hands and kisses him on the cheek in a G-rated manner as Mr. Hummel is there. It’s now time to escape this situation, quick, just get out of there! “Okay, I’ll be heading out, happy Valentine’s, have a good night with your daddy, Kurt! Bye! Love you!” Blaine fumbles his words and rushes it out of there.

Kurt wound around to yell at Blaine’s retreating back, “Oh my god, just go! People can hear what you’re saying! Why are you like this?!” Blaine was gone by the time Kurt finished his sentence and Kurt groaned, slapping a hand over his eyes. He felt a flush over his face and not the good kind when Blaine was being cute and Kurt couldn’t handle it. Burt was chuckling and Kurt hated this night even more. “Hiya, Dad. Sorry about that. Oh my god. He’s just... ridiculous.” Kurt muttered as he lead his dad to his room.

Once inside, Burt spoke in his simple twang. “He’s a nice boy. Real good to you, it seems like. He showed me by booking the flight, the hotel, and even writing me an itinerary for the type of eats I like in this big city.” Burt took a seat on Kurt’s chair, and Kurt was preparing some tea for them both. 

Just like Blaine to go the extra mile. Kurt shrugged though he was pleased to know Blaine had been accommodating to his dad.

“Was... Carole ok with this? It’s Valentine’s,” Kurt still found it awkward to talk about his dad’s girlfriend who was Finn’s mom. It’s because I only see her like two times a year. I don’t know what she’s like at all. Kurt poured the two cups of tea and passed the mug to his dad. Burt sipped it slow. 

“She was the one who told me to go for it! She knows how much I miss ya, and while you and Finn don’t text us back much, she knows she gets to see him easy and I ain’t got that.” Burt patted Kurt on the arm and Kurt smiled.

“Sorry, Dad. It’s been weird,” Kurt said. He didn’t know how to say more. He didn’t want to freak his dad out with what was going on with his body. The flowers and vines growing out of his skin.

“S’alright. I bet. Carole fills me onnit. Scary things that I don’t get, but the world’s becoming scarier the second. ‘M glad to have her to keep updated with what might happen to you, son.” 

Kurt took the seat next to his dad and sipped his drink too. It was soothing to have this night chat with tea with his dad. It made Kurt think of the past. He fought back a watery smile. “Even if you’re a common?” Kurt realized late he said common instead of human.

Burt chuckled. “She says the authorities won’t know. She got some privileges and pulled some strings so I should be fine. No MIB memory zappin’ here.”

So the cops are corrupt no matter who they are. I guess it’s not bad to have her on our side though. Kurt hummed behind his cup to acknowledge his dad’s statement.

“Y’know, she’ll be here up tomorrow, and I’m going to be with her... You and Finn, try to find some time this week, yeah? We should all go have dinner together, like at one of ‘em family places,” Burt suggested.

Kurt put his mug down and wiped at his mouth with a napkin.

“Kurt, I know when you’re angry,” said his dad. Kurt froze mid-wipe. 

“I know it’s been a long time since your mom passed. Long time since we ever talked about it.” 

Don’t. Please don’t talk about her. Kurt shook his head and forced a smile. He knew he would only make his dad sad if he got bitter about a non-relationship he had with his mother. That’s on me. It’s not on Dad or... even Mom.

“No, I’ll give Carole a chance. It’s not about Mom. I didn’t know Mom.” Kurt admitted and he saw how his dad’s eyes twitched with incoming tears. “I don’t know if I’ll know... how to act around Carole because of it.” Kurt’s fingers circled around his cup. “But she’s nice. I know you wouldn’t like anyone if they weren’t good people.”

Burt nodded. “I think she’s the best and don’t know how she doesn’t think a balding man like me is the pits--”

“Dad, come on--”

“I wanna ask you to give her a chance to be more than just my girlfriend, Kurt. When she’s coming up, I’m... uh. Going for it.” He pulled out a box from his pocket. Kurt felt his insides get cold.

Ah there it is. The punch. Straight into my gut. No minced words. You taught me that, Dad.

Both Hummel men sat at the table with their teas cooling. Finally Kurt spoke up.

“Do you think you love her, Dad? No BS?”

“No BS, Kurt. She makes me feel the happiest I’ve ever been. I want to show her I’m for her as she’s for me, son. love her.” 

Kurt saw the determination in his dad’s eyes and couldn’t get mad at that. I can’t. Dad deserves to be happy.

“What about Blaine?” Burt asked. Kurt wasn’t expecting the question back. 

How do I feel with Blaine? He drives me nuts. He’s doing these extra, very him things for me which he doesn’t need to waste his time, energy, or care on however naturally he does it, every single day, unflinchingly. He makes me laugh hard enough to cry. And cry hard enough to laugh. However...

Kurt’s mind drew up Blaine’s face next to him in sleep and it warmed up Kurt right from his chest, driving all the cold out he had felt. He makes me the most I’ve ever been. Angry. Sad. Surprised. Wanting. Before him, I don’t know if I felt... The happiest I’ve ever been. 

Kurt didn’t say anything. If Burt was indeed his dad he would know what Kurt was feeling. 

“Is what you felt with Mom the same as you feel with Carole now?”

His dad’s face changed. “I don’t know. Elizabeth was... she’s different. I love her, but it’s not the same as I love Carole. I’m sorry, son.”

Kurt nodded though he didn’t know what he was appearing to agree to. He knew he wanted his Dad to move on. However there was the underlying shadow. The fickleness of the heart. Is there such a thing as a one true love.

Pushing his cup aside, Kurt went to give his dad a hug. “Don’t be sorry, Dad. I’m happy for you. Honest. Hope the proposal goes well. We should all have a family dinner together. I’ll ask Finn. I’m sure... I’m sure Mom would be happy to see you move on.” Kurt hated to pretend to know how a dead woman felt. 

“Thank you, Kurt.”

His dad hugged him back and the two Hummel men sat there, both of their hearts simultaneously lightened and burdened with their relationships, new and old.

[writedaships]

The Plan That Kept Going Wrong. (surface fell Frans Ship)

 Inspired by: http://harosais1.tumblr.com/post/182790366946/fransweek-day-6-moving-forward-like-i-told (please go love their art.) The shouting was getting closer, Sans held onto Frisks smaller hand as he practically dragged her behind him. His legs were so much longer than hers.   How did they follow her? how did they find him? None of those mattered right now he and frisk needed to get away. Since the human population never liked monsters and wanted them wiped off this land, monsters were glad they grew up in a kill be killed the world. The only thing different now was that humans were hunting monsters and monsters were killing humans, well all except the savor of the monster kind, Frisk.

 Sans was too caught up in his thoughts he was practically yanked out of his mind as he heard a cry out in surprise than in pain, Frisk hand pulled on his hand and he pulled to steady her. If he hadn't had a grip like steel she would have fallen. From what sans could tell from glancing at her she was limping. Frisk must have stepped wrong and hurt her ankle or some shit along the line. They needed to get away and soon.  Without losing a step Sans tossed Frisk’s arm over his massive shoulders and scooped her up; as if she were a babybones. The shouting grew louder as he ran, more humans had joined the hunt "shit" sans cured under his breath. These humans never seemed to give up. Sans saw a street coming up, he took a sharp turn hoping to lose them. Maybe behind an ally or something but what sans saw made his SOUL drop. Cars had been piled up here, almost like a barricade. Sans swore. He had taken them into a dead end. Sans closed one eye and looked around becoming frantic, no shortcut insight.

A sharp BANG and something grazing his calf, made him stumble a bit. Sans looked back, holding his love protective to the middle of his chest. There was another BANG and a flash of the gun going off and sans felt another stinging graze. Shit, the mother fuckers had Guns. Not a first. Quickly he practically dropped frisk, shielding her behind him and dug is clawed fingers into the pavement and lifted with all his strength, Frisk realizing what he was doing jumped in beside him and helped lift, Just in time to when their Hunters opened fire.

Sans had no idea what kind of guns they were using, too dark, but they had to have some kind of magic to them, he had to use his whole weight to keep the thick slab of pavement up to shield them from the flying metal of death. Frisk clung to Sans to stay as covered as she could, the pavement had come up smaller than comfortable. Frisk had to almost cling to him as she kept a hand up to help steady their only protection.

((Sacrifice))

Then Sans saw it only a few feet ahead of him, A shortcut. It was kind of hidden by a car door, so its no wonder Sans didn't see it in his hurried panic. Sans looked down at Frisk. He could see her ankle, thou mostly covered, was bigger than the other. She wasn't walking on that, anytime soon. Sans looked back up at the shortcut then felt another round of bullets. They were getting closer, there was no way they were getting there without him getting dusted and her getting hurt...

Then it hit him, ... only one of them was going to make it out of this alive. And by hell was it going to be him. She still had so much more life in her, She IS going to make it.

Sans must have had a look in his eyes because frisk locked eyes with him. Red eyes full of worry and... dread *Sans what are you- But before Frisk could finish Sans scooped her up again and made a dead RUN for the short cut. Sans was practically there when he felt three hot pains hit him dead in the back but he only staggered before making it the last few steps he waved his free hand and tossed Frisk through the code. She rolled from momentum back hitting the couch on the other side of the room. *SANS Frisk looked back at the window in the code at Sans, her love. He smiles at her through the pain, sharp gold tooth gleaming in the ominous light of the living room, but Frisk could see the resolve and masked fear in Sans's eye lights... as the small red tear falling from his left eye.

Frisk crawled on the floor towards him, she tried to get up, tried to get to him, get back to Sans. But the way was already closing as Sans' magic already began to fail as he took another few hits to the spine.

"sorry...Sweetheart" he gave a small wave, with that he dusted. The way closed with a snap, for good. Frisk went into hysteria...

Frisk was crying Sans's name again and again soon she heard footsteps, then she felt a warm embrace and the smell of cinnamon butterscotch filled her nose. But they weren't San’s. A Blinding gold light filled her eyes.

*RELOAD TO LAST SAVE FILE

((Sad Ending))

Frisk body jolted as she clung to sans she looked up into his strong eyelights. Hand clenching her chest. Sans caught her eyes and he saw the red determined glint in her eye.

THERE WAS ONLY WAY OUT OF THIS, SANS NEEDS TO BE STRONGER.

"Sweetheart, I don't like that look in your eyes," Sans said coldly.

*then your really not going to like, what I do next.

That was all she said before shoving something red into his hand, kiss him on the cheek, then ran out from their shelter, gunshots rang in the air, a thump hit the floor and sans felt his bone go cold and his hand absorbed the red object...  F r i s k' s  s o u l.

*Sans

*level up

*LV 15

*ATK 20

*DF 10

*HP 20/5

*A determined soul whispers "Give them Hell I'll see you soon" within his soul.

Sans felt the pavement fall, “you sons of A BITCH! YOU’RE DUST!”

The world went RED

The next thing Sans was standing in Red, hand bloodied HP only at 15 and a whole more EXP then he wanted right now as rest of the glowing tears fell from his sockets, not stopping. But he didn't bother to wide them away. As he came back to his senses, his knees buckled under the realization of what just happened hit him. Falling to his knees, a sound escaped his opened mouth as if one from a wounded animal. As if he was a bear caught in a bear trap. It was full of pain. His magic sparked and burned with power after absorbing 7 human souls. No monsters have ever absorbed this many in a lifetime None close as he had in the less in 5 minutes. Sans had the power equal to a mythological god. He couldn't feel the physical pain from his few injuries. All he could feel was the pain from his soul braking as a soft warm red light held the fragments together, then a Gold light filled his eyes.

*RELOAD TO LAST SAVE FILE

((Happy ending))

Sans felt frisk shift sharply next to him, panting and clinging to him as if she had run from a nightmare...

Nightmare... THAT'S IT, thou Sans didn't like it, he knew how to get them out of this.

"Sweetheart, I need you to reach into my jacket, grab my phone and call the contact that says ‘W.D’. Can you do that for me?"

"But isn't that the contact you told me to never EVER call, Something about certain death?!" Frisk looked uncertain, hand still holding his jacket tight.

Frisk was brave and a stubborn ass sometimes but she wasn't stupid when it came to stuff Sans told her to never do. After all, she's seen how fucked up the underground could be the surface didn't change much. She new Sans always had a good reason.

"The one and the same, trust me, call it then chuck it at them and hold tight to me. The old man hates humans but he's not stupid, your safe as long as you have me" Sans gave a grunt as another wave of pellets hit. Not giving Frisk any room to ask questions, Sans eye glowed as he sent back a round of bones of his own. The fuckers were getting closer. Frisk didn't even flinch and began digging for his phone, sometimes sans forgot what a badass she was. Finally, she dug it out and when to the contact, called the number put it on speaker and then chucked the thing over the shield like it was a fucking grenade and then Clung to Sans like it was the last thing she did, hell if things didn't work out, it would be. Humans hated her more than they did monsters after all.

The men must have thought the phone was a grenade because the shooting got faster and more panicked, unlike there calculated earlier shots, this was full on open-fire... and then it all sound stopped and frisk and could hear the, louder than should be, ringing noise. it echoed all around them and the monster hunters...

Riiinnnggg...

Rinnnggg...

Ringggg-

The line picked up and a voice that turned the air itself cold.

"I t ' s  a b o u t  t i m e  S a n s~"

Then a static filled the air, so loud Sans wrapped his arms around Frisk so she could clamp her hands over her pore ears. But Sans was used to this sound all too well, it isn't the first time he's heard the sound that hunted his childhood memories. Only this time it was filled with the screams of the dying humans. Sans kept his eyes locked on the ground as he held frisk close to his chest, so close he could swear she could feel the calm beating of his soul.

But sooner then Sans wished a dark figure walked into sans line of vision, the black shoes looked as stupidly polished as ever.

"I  K N E W  O N E  D A Y  Y O U  C O U L D N T  R E S I S T  M Y   I N V A T A S I O N" the deep voice crackled almost as if she was listening to a voice from over a bad cell connection " A N D  I  S E- E  Y O U  F I N A L L Y  F O U N D  Y O U R  S E L F  A   F R I E N D"  the figure leaned down hand outstretched as if to touch frisk but Sans snapped at him JUST missing the figure’s fingers as it jerked its hand out of reach. The figure steped away from them, towards the phone, "CHILDISH AS ALWAYS WITH YOUR NEW TOYS, YOU NEVER DID SHARE. ALL WELL I GOT THE 6 OTHER SOULS, O N E  M O R E  T O  G O. I GUESS YOU CAN HAVE THIS ONE, BUT REMEMBER SANS WHEN YOUR READY" The voice was beginning to fade away as the figure walked back to sans's phone with the *click click click* of his heels "I'M ALWAYS JUST A PHONE CALL AWay~" and with that the voice stopped and figure seeped back into the very much intact black phone and disappeared.

Frisk had taken her hands from her ears as the static disappeared with the voice but she was shaking, eyes clenched shut. Her face hid into Sans Jacket, where sans held her close. It took a long time for Sans to finally relax enough to stand, still holding frisk close.

"Asshole" Sans said under his breath as he made his way to newly appeared shortcut, to where Toriel, Papyrus and the others were waiting. Sans wasn’t sure how he knew it was there now but for some reason..it made his back hurt.

[icedinsomnia]

UnderMoon Part 7

The castle sat on the top of a cliff, its walls made of stone so ancient it looked like it would fall apart any second. The trees were tall pines, which made it easier to hide from any patrolling guard.

‘Man, I’d say that stone is as ancient as the mountain. Worth more than any of us that’s for sure.’ Muffet exclaimed as Nick maneuvered them past the guards and up to the castle.

‘Wow! That castle is so huuuugggeeeee!’ MK said in awe, his childish voice becoming the most annoying sound in their head.

‘Monster Kid, we must be quiet. Who knows when the battle will erupt.’ Asgore explained to the child, he immediately quieted down.

“Papyrus, you’ve been quiet… is everything ok?” Nick whispered, hiding in the shadows.

‘Oh yes I am fine, just… preparing for the battle…’ he was scared to face the king, they all were… even Chara.

“Look… I have faith in us. I know we will be able to defeat the king. You just have to have faith.” Nick smiled, confident in their abilities.

“Please, everyone, believe in me. I will get us through this.” Nick mumbled. They were at the doors of the castle.

‘I believe in you Nick.’ Frisk chimed in.

‘So do I!’ MK said excitedly.

‘Same here.’ Flowey added.

‘We all believe in you Nick. Now go and kick your father’s ass!’ Undyne laughed, everyone agreeing and supporting Nick as they pushed open the door to the castle.

 Surprisingly there were no guards patrolling the castle. It was too easy.

‘Be cautious Nick.’ Asgore said quietly. Nick nodded and crept along the wall, staying in the shadows.

‘Up ahead is the throne room. He should be there…’ Frisk whispered, even though he didn’t have to. Nick took a deep breath and opened the door to the throne room. Inside sat a monster the size of them, his cloak covering his face. His armor that of the medieval times, skeletal and ghostly flesh and bone jutting out of the armors openings. His crown made from human bones.

“So, you’ve come at last my son.” The king roared, his voice making the windows tremble.

“I’ve come to stop your tyranny! You are not fit to rule this kingdom!” Nick yelled back, his voice matching the intensity of his father’s. His father broke out in hysterical laughter that seemed to shake the whole castle.

“YOU THINK YOU CAN STAND A CHANCE AGAINST ME?!” the king laughed, standing upright.

“Hell yeah! We will beat you and bring peace to the kingdoms!” Everyone seemed to yell at once.

“SO BE IT…” The king hissed. And the battle began. Nick automatically recognized the fighting style his father was using. It was a mixture of his, Maddie’s and Mark’s style of fighting.

“This will be a piece of cake!” Nick said, summoning his weapons and entrapping the whole room in Muffet’s webs.

“Is that so?” The king jeered, sending rustic weapons their way for his first attack, which they avoided easily.

‘Nick, those were physical attacks wrapped in magic!’ Flowey exclaimed.

“Yeah and?” Nick said back using his turn to attack back, he missed.

‘What he means is that he can use physical attacks against you since it’s also a magic attack.’ Chara added.

“Well can’t we do that?” Nick asked, sweat pouring down his face at seeing what seemed like millions of swords and knives aimed right at him, all of them cloaked in magic.

‘We don’t know how!’ Papyrus said worried.

‘Nick dodge that!’ Sans yelled, everyone’s screams bouncing around in his head. Nick tried to concentrate on teleporting to the ceiling, but was to slow and was dealt a minor blow to the shoulder of his upper left arm. Nick held onto the webs with his right arms.

“Damn…” Nick mumbled, looking down at the king.

‘Nick you have never been one for fights, let one of us take over.’ Undyne added, pumped up.

“No… no we have to work together. Everyone, we can beat him if we work together!” Nick yelled to them, the king smiling wickedly.

‘Alright!’ Frisk said, the others following suite. Together the ten of them controlled the boss, its stats seeming to increase just by their willpower. With their left arms they summoned their weapon while also using blue magic to keep the king to the ground, the webs working to grab at his soul.

“Blue means stop.” Papyrus said in their voice. The king tried to move, only to get hit by almost all the weapons aimed at him, dropping his health by a fourth.

“Huh, how about that.” The king seemed impressed with their efforts.

“But now it’s my turn.” The king broke free of Muffet’s webs and the blue attack to charge straight at them at high speeds.

“Dodge!” Sans yelled in their voice. The teleported safely to the ground but…

“Hello there!” The king laughed as he seemingly appeared beside them, using shear force throwing them against the far wall, breaking it into pieces. The webs untangling slowly.

“We can’t let the webs untangle!” Muffet said in their voice.

“Why?” Nick asked, looking at their health. They were down by a half.

“The webs are the only leverage we have, we have teleportation but I can feel his movements threw the webs. It would be easier if he couldn’t see us though…” Muffet sighed, they thought for a moment. The king awaiting their attack.

“I have an idea.” MK said excitedly.

“What is it?” Asgore asked. They all listened intently, but never taking their eyes off the king.

“We can use our physical attack this round to kill the light in the room to get an advantage. Then we use blue magic on the king, the only problem is he can cloak physical attacks in magic, we have magic from Nick, Sans, Papyrus and Flowey but dodging attacks like that would fall to-“MK was cut off by the two humans.

“That would fall to us.” Frisk and Chara said simultaneously.

“Ok, then lets put this plan to action!” Nick said, the ten of them putting their plan into action. They started by summoning an exact number of weapons and aiming them at the lights around the room, encasing them in darkness.

“What are you up to?” The king muttered, listening to the sounds of their movements. The webs went silent, the spider like stealth that Muffet contributed serving its purpose.

“Come out, come out where ever you are.” The king sang in an unpleasant tone. He sent rustic arrows upward with the speed and accuracy of a thousand trained assassins. But luckily for them, they were nowhere near the top of the room. It was their turn. They used blue magic to grab the king’s soul, but instead of Papyrus calling the shots, it was Sans.

“This trick again. Seriously. Go ahead and throw more useless weapons at me! They won’t do a thing.” The king taunted. Standing unusually still. They waited for the king to attack, moving very quietly around the base of the room.

“What is he waiting for?” Nick whispered. The third eye they have was from Muffet apparently, because without it they wouldn’t have been able to see in the dark.

“Something’s not right…” Undyne whispered back. The king muttered under his breath, chanting.

“He’s using his dark magic!” Fisk said in a hushed tone, the king’s gaze landing directly on them. In a matter of heartbeats the king shot a bold of dark magic at them, trapping them in burning restraints. They screamed, Nick taking the blow for them.

‘NICK!’ Frisk cried, trying to hold his soul together.

‘DO SOMETHING!’ Frisk wailed, Sans using his magic to hold Nick’s soul together, the cracks getting deeper.

‘Fuck it! I’m taking over!’ Chara, the genocidal, took full control of the body, COURAGE reigning supreme.

“I WILL KILL YOU FOR HURTING OUR LITTLE PASIFIST!” Chara roared, breaking free of the restraints with little effort and charging full speed into enemy fire, avoiding all attacks with ease.

‘Nick! Hang in there!’ Flowey teared up, trying to remain calm. Muffet used her webs to try and stabilize the pieces, but to no avail. The cracks kept getting deeper.

��Does anyone have healing magic?! Or health items?!’ MK cried, trembling like a leaf. Everyone looked from one to the other.

‘Papyrus, can’t you heal?’ Undyne asked, looking at him with sincere eyes.

‘Y…yes, I do know how to use healing magic… but…’ Everyone looked at Papyrus, either with the expression of sadness or fury.

‘I… since I got this new soul my magic hasn’t been the same… I’m not sure my healing magic will be the same either…’ Papyrus rubbed his arms.

‘P…Pap… I…its ok… don’t…push…yourself…’ Nick muttered, trying to sit up. Frisk pushed him back down.

‘At least try, what’s the worst that can happen?’ Muffet hissed, avoiding Sans’s glare. Papyrus nodded.

‘O…ok…’ Papyrus sat next to Nick, doing his best to heal with the alterations of his new soul.

‘How are things going out there Chara?’ Asgore asked.

“OH JUST DANDY!” Chara reflected the attacks with their weapon, a fresh coat of blood on the blade.

‘You landed a hit on him?!’ Undyne exclaimed, astonished at the human girl.

‘At least she’s on our side…’ Sans mumbled under his breath. Chara didn’t respond to that.

“Yeah I hit him… looks like the blue attack is still in effect, hey Sans, try throwing this guy around like you did with me that one time.” Chara tested her luck against Sans patience. There was a moment of silence.

‘Fine…’ Sans co controlled the body with Chara, together they lifted the king up by his soul and hit him against every pole and wall in the room with all their might.

“I wonder if the blasters still work.” Chara teased, Sans getting more irritated with her. Using their combined magic they summoned spiked bones that jutted out of every corner of the floor and ceiling, blasters surrounding every inch of the walls.

“Let’s end this!” Sans roared, firing all the blasters at once and sending the bones threw their target with precision and clout. The light from all the blasters blinding to them.

‘Did we win?!’ Undyne yelled, everyone else hoping for the same result as her. The bones crumbled away, the blasters disarmed, and standing in the middle of the floor was the king. His health had taken a decent hit, but it wasn’t as affective as everyone had hoped.

‘DAMN IT!’ Undyne yelled.

‘G…guys… we have… to work together… use… all our souls… together…’ Nick coughed, using Frisk to sit up.

‘But… Nick… your soul can’t take another hit like that… you could…’ Papyrus started. They all knew that Nick could turn to dust any second under the right condition.

‘I’ll… be fine… we need to use… all the souls… all our power… at the same time… he has… a fourth health left… we can do it…!’ Nick smiled, determined. Everyone hesitated, but agreed none the less.

“So, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve, Fasgpyrnethk?” The king taunted. They all were so confused at the name the king had called them, like what even was that jumble of letters?!

“What?” Chara asked, weapon at the ready.

“Fasgpyrnethk, the combination of all ten of your names. It took me ages to think of something as complicated as that but what else is there to do other than wage war against inferior species?” The king shrugged in a childlike way.

‘Does something seem different about him?’ Sans asked, the body nodded.

‘Yeah totally, he has never been this relaxed and childish in all the years I’ve known him.’ Frisk responded.

“Yeah same here…” Chara added, glaring at the robed king.

“Hey king Lunic, take of your robe.” Chara challenged. The king became flustered.

“W…why?!” he covered his face like a child, embarrassed.

“That’s… not him…”Nick spoke in a weak voice.

‘What do you mean?’ Flowey inquired, Nick stood, Frisk holding him up.

‘His… personality… is different’ Nick coughed, Frisk trying to get him to sit back down.

‘I… haven’t known… him long, but there… is a clear difference… in… the one we were fighting… and the one… we are facing right now.’ Everyone paused, they looked at the embarrassed figure. Something was off.

“You aren’t the king… are you?” Frisk took over, trying to be kind instead of threatening. The king didn’t say anything for a bit, he was shaking.

“N…no… I’m not the king…” the skeletal hands with rotten flesh on them pulled the hood back to reveal what could only be described as horrific. It was like a skeleton’s face and a little girls face were melted together in a painful experiment, one could only wonder what the rest of them looks like…

“I…I’m Eliza… I was taken from my home and brought here… the king said if I was good… if I helped him… I could see my family again… but it’s been so long… so, so long… and I’m always in pain… the king said that if I stayed out of his way… and only was useful in supplying my  WISDOM… that I wouldn’t be hurt anymore… but… I… just want to go home… I want to see my family again… I WANT TO BE MYSELF AGAIN!” the child half of the face was crying, the skeleton like half… was leaking an ominous black substance…

“Please… please help me… I want this pain to stop… I want this to stop!” the child cried, pleading.

‘I’ll handle this… Asgore announced, no one protested. They all knew they had to end this child’s suffering… one way or another.

“Just… hold still…” Asgore mumbled, summoning a weapon and holding it in their lowest right hand.

“The pain will end soon…” But before Asgore could finish them, they changed.

“NO! I WILL NOT DIE BECAUSE OF YOUR WEAKNESS!” the Litch king shouted, his consciousness resurfacing. He summoned a rustic sword laced in magic.

“I don’t want to kill anymore!” the child shouted back, their consciousness’s fighting each other for control.

“Eliza?!” Asgore had shouted through their voice, but before he could help the suffering child…

“Tell my family…I love them…” Eliza took the sword and broke their own combined soul with it, the sound of it shattering and finally breaking staring a full five minutes of silence. The dust of the Litch king littered the floor, no trace left of Eliza. They, Fasgpyrnethk, left the castle without speaking. The armies of monsters that had surrounded the castle broke away at seeing them. It must have been Sans who took over because before they knew it they were beside the lake again.

“Hey… guys…” Nick said, seeming to have recovered slightly from Papyrus’s healing magic.

“Yeah?” MK responded.

“That girl…Eliza…”Nick started.

“There was nothing we could do for her…” Undyne sighed.

“Yeah, don’t beat yourself up about it…” Chara muttered.

“I knew her…” Nick rejoined, everyone caught off guard.

“I remember… we use to play together as children in an orphanage… one by one the king would take a child… trying to use them for his evil deeds we thought… but when it was my turn… I guess… my soul was given to the son of the king, who was deathly ill… that’s why my memories were so jumbled… because I was remembering my memories… and his…” Nick exhaled, the cold air brushing against their skin.

“Nick… I’m… so sorry…” Papyrus soothed, trying to comfort Nick in these times of distress.

“It’s alright Pap… I’m more upset about Eliza…” A tear rolled down their face.

“What was she to you?” Muffet asked, seeming to be generally curious. There was a pause, a light breeze the only noise that the twilight had to offer.

“She was my sister…” was all Nick could say before grief overtook him.

[zombeamik]

OKAY SO BIG RANDOM GAMEPLAY SPOILERS ABOUT DELTA RUNE

OKAY SO BIG BIG BIG BIG SPOILERS DOWN BELOW IF YOU HAVENT PLAYED THE GAME AS THIS WAS MY EXPERIENCE SO i did update this as i was playing so please ignore my spelling mistakes and confusion as i am to lazy to go back and fix it lmao enjoy!! :D

man WHAT i has to stare at their names to figur it out but KRIS IS FRISK AND RALSEI IS ASRIEL AND SUSIE IDK WHO SHE IS BUT WHATEVER BUT WHENEVER WE SAVE IT COMES UP AS THE CREATOR AND KRIS IS GONE AND IM LIKE ??????? SO WHEN AM I SHOWINH UP BUT NO OFFENSE I KNOW IM SUPPOSED GO SAVE EVERYONE AND GOAT MOM AND EHATEVER BUT I LIKE GENOCIDE SOZ NOT SOZ i honestly though kris was chara but then i’m like oh shit they have one yellow stripe OH SHIT DOES IT KNOW I PLAYED GENOCIDE LMAO

but man it’s so cool and i’m happy so

EW CROWN MARIO REFRENCE I HATE THIS GAME LMAO

ok was there a way to finish the crown mario button fight without being pacifist ew

i’m sorry i don’t know how to get exp or love or whatever they call it and i am MAD

when you loved clover but you trying to be mean so you had to kill them D: I AM BAD PERSON BC IT WAS THEIR BIRTHDAY UGH

i love magnus and his hammer head ugh he cute

i like lancer BUT DO U REALLY WANT HIM ON MY TEAM HMM

i charged my mind i love lancer he’s just scared and he wants his papa to live and love.

aND HIM AND SUSIES FRIENDSHIO IT IS GREAT I LOVE IT OK

ALSO HUH LOOK AT THAT ATTACK WOW REMINDS ME OF FLOWEY OH WOW IT WORKS LIKE FLOWEYS ATTACK! WAY TO STEAL AN ATTACK FLOWEY (he don’t exist yet i’m guessing as toriel talked about asriel at the start of the game so prequel to when monsters lived above???)

OH NO I AM SAD AGAIN LANCER ISNT HITTING BACK LIKE GOAT MAMA NOOO DO NT HURT HIM SUSIE

susie is like ok we can talk it out with the king and i’m like WHAT NO IM HERE FOR GENOCIDE I AINT DOING NO PACIFIST

even tho i couldn’t kill the button crown dude whatever honestly didn’t know how lmao

excuse me Rouxls Kaard??!?! ur basically a royal mettaton OK BUT WAIT WHAT WAS THAT SPARKLY THI G DOD I MISS IT OR HUH

ugh gross the shop keeper is Rouxls Kaard MAN EW UR PUZZLES SUCK

KING PLS WHAT HAPPENE TO U??? TO THEM HES A HERO TO ME WHAT THE HELL WHY IS IT COMING OUT OF HIS STOMCH IM SO CONFUSED HELP

you’re much stronger than i envisioned PLS don’t use toriels like thanks i am TRYING to do genocide BHT OK

HUH I DID MOT AGREE TO PUT MY WEAPON AWAY

WHERES MY CREATION I WANT TO MURDER STUFF LMAO

wow i suck i just want to kill everybody and not even do a peaceful way whoops lmao

I KNEW IT HOW FUCKING RUDE MR KING I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU BUT NO AND RHEN YOU FO THAT?!

WAIT IM NOT READY TO LEAVE I HAVENT DONE THE THING IN THE FOREST OR GOT THE KEY WAIT

OH MY GOD WHAT ITS FLUFFYBOY IN COLOUR HUHHE CUTE

UH OH DETERMINATION AWLAWYS HAS TO REUIN EVERYHRJ H

okay yes toby i will leave you be but i wanted to look i the computer lab cri

OH ASGORE IS MY DAD YEAH WE BASICALLY CHARA BUT OUT NAME IS KRIS frisk BUT WHAT AWW

EXCUSE ME ASRIEL IS IN COLLEGE?!

omg did asgore die maybe they had a fight again or whatever but excuse me what happened i want to know.

BURGERPANTS WHY ARE TOU WORKING AS A MASCOT A PIZZA PLCE I MISSED TOU BUT UR JOB STILL SUCKS

and undyne and alphys not together???

IT WAS NICE TALKINGBURGER PANTS BUT THERES SO MUCH TO LOOK ATHOPEFULLY YOU CAN GO TO COLLEGE AND BECOME THAT ACTOR ENJOY MAN

UH NTY I LIKE ASGORE AND TORIEL NOT ASGORE AND UNDYNE AND UNDYNE AND BURGER PANTS EW no offense.

IM SO HAPPY TO SEE ALL MY FRIENDS?? I AM CRYING

DAAAAAD WHAT HAPPENED I CAME TO SEE YOU, YOU OWN A FLOWER SHOP?? AW MAN I LOVE YOU

THAT WAS SUCH A CUTE HUG OMG DONT APOLOGIZE DAD I MKSSED U NO WAIT I LOVE HUGS GIVE ME ANOTHER PLS

huh that’s cool instead of souls he has flowers instead pls don’t tell me we gonna run into evil soul flowers in this game thanks.

oh the flowers toriel used for her wedding are probably the ones in the containers i am sad

RED HORNS?! YOU MEAN DEVIL HORNS WHAT WERE TOU THINKING jk lmao

excuse me mum but if you do not put those flowers in the kitchen and you put them in the trash I AM MOVING OUT

oh i just noticed that my side of the room in really empty and now i am sad, asriel what the hell.

UM

UM

UMMMMMM WHAT THE FUCK OH NO I KNEW IT OH MY GOD UM UM THAT IS BAD BUT OK IT IS GOOD CAUSE THAT EHAT I WANTED BUT OH NO

HELLO I KNEW IT WAS YOU

end of first run lol

starts of pacifist run

also so i’ve replayed it as i’m trying to actually do genocide and pacifist instead of neutral, ill figure it out. but the cutscene when they were falling down tbh could have been my eyes but i swear i saw abit of red on uh chara or mikaela or kris or whatever you want to call them. anyways.

UM

so i’m doing pacifist ugh anyways omg?

but i mean WHAT ITS SOCUTE UGH

anyways if ur doing pacifist o honestly think you gotta fight the temptation to kill everything as the evil character man it’s gonna be hard bc goat mama noticed something was wrong and now we ripped our soul out so UH I MEAN YES SOMETHING IS WRONG. CALL 000 PLS

OK SO PACIFIST IS COOL BUT YKNOW

ANYWAYS I AM GETTING MAD ABOUT THIS SECRET BOSS UGH CAN YOU JUST FALL ASLEEP MAN WHAT THE HELL

I WANNA KILL HIM BUT IVE DONE THIS WHOLE THING PACIFIST SO UGHHHH

OK I GIVE UP I CANT FIGURE OUT THE PATTERN CRY I MAY HAVE TO COME BACK TO IT BUT PROBS NOT I MEAN IS THE ARMOUR WORTH IT OR LIKE

anyways time to continue with pacifist story

ah lovely pacifist ending

no my only question is when chapter 2 comes out i’m wondering if that’s gonna be start of the “genocide route” or where you start gaining levels if you want.

OTHERWISE SUPER COOL YA OK

im sorry i thought i was done with this post lol but that ending gets me everytime i’m still wondering where the soul will go or who will take it bc goat mama is probs gonna see it in there. but i honestly wonder why they turned evil like was it because asriel wasn’t there and mum and dad broke up or was it because of susie even tho she was nice like?????? maybe it was because of the king like spooky king not dad king like maybe they noticed that you can’t trust anyone and like i gotta kill them or. UGH I DONT KNOW. TO MANY THINGS.

OH MY GOD WHAT IF WE WKE UP IN CHAPTER 2 AND MIRDER GOAT MAMA LIKE EXCUSE ME NO THANKS WELL I MENA IVE MURDER HER LIKE 7 TIMES BUT THAT WAS WITH MY CONSENT I DONT WANT MY BABY TO MURDER HER

as someone who loves Chara/whatever you name them/frisk/kris but also loves genocide i can’t say anything to justify their actions as i did nothing wrong and they ripped out their soul and got a knife by themselves so uh IT WASNT MY FAULT

ANYWAY THIS WILL BE THE END UNTIL SOMEOME COMES OUT AND TELLS ME THERE IS A WAY TO DO GENOCIDE SO

if ur waiting for a theory it ain’t coming i mean there might be bits in this but like it’s honestly me screaming LMAO

[bunniebaby]

Last Night’s Dream

It was Christmas and we were unwrapping gifts (one of the gifts I got was a toy plane but I kept eating the parts due to strange lack of self control) and Martin (my brother) mentioned an episode of Smiling friends where Charlie shows Pim how to make a snowball (this episode doesn’t exist) and I remarked about how I never watched that episode and how I probably should later.

In the episode, they put a cabbage in the snow and rolled it up into a snowball, but kept rolling it which would’ve made a better snowman bottom than a snowball but whatever.

I put a cabbage in the ground and rolled along the snowy pavement as we made our way to a house, when we arrived I realized the others came on a sled (a pretty rusty one I gotta say) and we came inside. There was a girl (who looked like a young adult, but could’ve been a teen because in this dream I was apparently 6 years old.) who was related in some strange way, but it was hard to get a straight answer from my dad. I tried talking to her but she muted the role I was in (because this place has the physical rules of discord?????) and kept talking. Soon enough, the whole room went dark and there were 2 spotlights, one on a crowd and the other on some guy, the guy was singing or playing music while 2 teens from the crowd were trying to put something on the other but failing and when everybody started clapping, they thought they were clapping for them.

When the lights turned back on, this fucking deer thing skinny creature made entirely out of bananas came crashing through the window and this didn’t bother us???? At all???? And I was like hmm maybe a tally hall reference would get her (the teenager from the beginning) attention, so I started clapping to the tune of Banana man (this did not get her attention) and I left to the other room and realized I could’ve just sang it or played the song on my phone, so I went to go ask where my phone was. I was going outside but mom told me that our big sister lost it in the snow, so I went outside to confront her, when all of a sudden Vinny (my brother) showed me a new natural rollercoaster (a tree that’s frosted over and is in a formation where you can slide in a loop) he found (he apparently does this regularly) and I decided to give it a try. He said that it’s easy to stop when you want to because of the formation of the tree. I gave it a swing and I ended up enjoying it.

The phone wasn’t found anywhere, (except for one that was someone else’s, I found that very frustrating) so I made my way back into the house, when I was hit by A FUCKING VISION FROM THE GOD SAD-IST THEMSELF. (It was a “dream” in the form of a Sad-ist animation) it described how “the raccoon girl tricked your sister into throwing it (the phone) out the window” and I was outraged and confused, so I located this “raccoon girl” (a teenager with bleached hair and white cat ears) and asked her if she told her to throw my phone out the window, to which she said know and I had to awkwardly explain that I got it from a dream. 

Soon enough, me and Vinny decided to go upstairs to a party room where there was a stand selling dog bead sticker things (they were kinda like those things where you iron a bunch of beads and they turn into pixel art but there were no beads) and there were 3 options for dogs, one that was white brown and black, another that was tan and white, and another that was brown and white. if we typed in something other than these dogs an image other than them would show (typing in “dog” made a tacky gag art for a dog with sunglasses with its paws on the word dog) so we picked which dog we wanted and headed into the line to collect them. There I met a girl who decided we should have an undertale fight. It was fun! She made funky moves and attacks that I dodge and keep myself mute because frisk doesn’t speak. Soon enough, it turned into an actual undertale fight and she changed the background to the sky from The Black Cat from vrchat because she “likes the stars” and she became a drawing and floated up to the top right corner of it.

[sansfangirl4life-blog]

Death to Justice (LostTale prologue)

Man oh man....this is a year old and I just feel like it’s a bit cringy QwQ For those that don’t follow my DeviantArt, I decided to post the things I’ve typed here as well, and what better thing to post first than the prologue to my main AU, LostTale? I do hope you enjoy it! I will be posting the LostTale AU at some point as well, and I am working on Bestial Purity rn :3 so enjoy!

Death to Justice

We stood there for a long time, the golden hallway lit by an eerie light. "Isn't a beautiful day outside?" I ask, staring at the human across the hall. I watched as she gripped the knife in her hand a little tighter. That's right you shit....you know what's going to happen... I thought and my smirk grew a little bigger. "Birds are singing....flowers are blooming...."

She took two steps forward. I raised a hand, ready for her to charge. "On days like this...." She raised the knife. "Kids like you...." She then charged. "SHOULD BE BURNING IN HELL." I gripped her soul and tossed her to the side of the wall, listening to her grunt in pain. That's right...you deserve this....

"Heh.....that all you got you stupid comedian?" I growled as my eye glowed and tossed him again. She cackled loudly as I tossed her again. "Tsk, you're so-"

Sans!!!! I flinched and blinked. For a brief moment, I saw two of the human in front of me, one with this mad glint in her eyes, the other with tears. Sans help!!! I ignored it, perhaps it was my old memories playing tricks on me. The person in front of me was no longer my friend.

"You filthy brother killer....no...you killed everyone!!!" I threw some magic bones her way but she deflected them with her knife so easily it made me sick. "You deserve to rot for this! I'll kill you myself!"

"Is that a promise~?" She teased and I flinched at the mad tone in her voice. "Ooo I think he's serious now....." Another flicker, this time in their LVL.

One? No...it's 19. I saw it....Is she screwing with me?! I just barely dodged a lunge and glanced into mad, glowing red eyes.

"Oh so close skeleton~!" She grinned and another flicker.

Please stop! Sans please run!

"Trying to screw me up with mind games kiddo?" I summoned a blaster and snarled. "SCREW THIS!" I fired the blaster and she dodged, but just barely, blood dripping from her arm. I would make this devil child pay!

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Papyrus panted as he made it to the castle. Fighting could be heard deep within. Brother....Frisk....no.... He turned to the others, close behind him. "We must hurry!"

"It sounds like they're already fighting...." Undyne whispered, holding Alphys close. "If we get too close to them we'll be done for."

"B-but we have t-t-t-to! We have to t-tell Sans!" Alphys said shakily. "If we d-don't, he'll-"

"SANS! YOU MUST STOP!" Papyrus ran off and Undyne followed after, carrying Alphys.

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I gripped the ground as an attack made me slide to dodge. "Grr...."

"What's the matter funny man? Cat got your tongue now~?" The human taunted me and walked forward.

Sans.....Sans no..... I heard it again, her voice, but not her voice.

What is going on?! I stood shakily and readied another attack when she lunged suddenly. I dodged, but only just, my coat getting cut open by the sharp knife in her hand. Shit! I rolled on the floor and stood back up.

Sans...please.....kill....

"STOP SCREWING WITH ME!!!" I shouted and used another blaster, to no avail. "You're a murderer.....this is-"

"No laughing matter?" The girl cackled and began moving oddly. She moved and swayed like a possessed doll. "But it is~! Messing with you Sans brings me joy and her agony! You can't hear her screaming....begging.....maybe I should let you? Even a little?"

"SHUT UP!" I used my magic to toss her again and she hit the wall hard, her other arm breaking. I heard fits of giggles, but also a sudden scream of agony. Wh....what?

Sans! Kill.....me! Can't stop.....hurry!

Kill? I don't... I dodged a sudden swing, forced to gaze into mad, gleeful eyes. Yet buried in those red eyes were blue ones filled with sadness and pain.

"He can't and won't! He doesn't have the 'guts' to do it!" She cackled and knocked me to the side, cutting my cheek with the knife. I watched blood drip to the floor and growled as she stepped closer. "He can't do it.....you have to watch him die...." The knife raised and I closed my eyes.

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"WE NEED TO HURRY!" Papyrus ran further down the hall, coming upon a closed door. "Closed?!" He tried to open it when he heard Sans scream. "BROTHER!"

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Blood dripped slowly on the floor. I opened my eyes to see the knife embedded into her chest, blood staining her sweater. "Fr....Frisk?"

"YOU FOOL!" I blinked and turned to see another kid behind her, wearing a yellow and green striped sweater. "Dying for HIM?! He nearly ended you!"

"S....ans......" I caught her as she collapsed and tried to remove the knife, only for her to whimper. "Sans......sorry...."

"Wh-what are you sorry for?" I asked, my voice was trembling. I was so confused, but it was then I heard my brother's voice just outside the locked door. "Papyrus? He's...alive?"

"Yes...everyone...alive...." She wheezed in pain. "I stopped Chara.....but only just. He....he would have killed them all....but I stopped him..."

"But I saw you-"

"Illusions....he tricked you.....I couldn't hold him....anymore..." She coughed and blood splattered my cheek. "Sans...it hurts....."

"I'm sorry....I can't...." I didn't know what to do. Things were changing to fast, and a small child....my friend....was dying in my arms. "Frisk I-" Her soul glowed faintly above her chest and shivered. "Frisk?"

"T....ake it.....my soul...." She whispered, her voice soft and shaky. "Use it.....destroy the barrier.....free everyone..." Tears streamed down her face, and mine followed after her. "Pl...ease Sans....." She looked at my hoodie, stained with her blood. "Hee hee...I love blue....I wanted one too....." She looked again and I took her hand gently. "Sans....promise.....to say bye for....for me...."

"No! There must be another way!" I knew better of course. But I couldn't just watch her die! My magic wasn't strong enough to heal. All it could do was harm. I took the soul gently, it felt warm. Her eyes shimmered with tears. "Frisk...no...."

"S....sorry Sans.....I love....you....big....bro...." She didn't finish. She slumped so suddenly, and her heart just....stopped. Unlike us, humans don't turn to dust when they die. They linger. Like a reminder. A reminder of one thing.

That I failed. I FAILED. I placed her down and stood, holding her soul. I absorbed it into mine and felt a swell of power flood me. It was warm and gentle, and my right eye glowed red. I turned to the boy, Chara,  and grinned.

"Aww did the poor skelly lose someone~? What are you gonna d-" I held my hand up and a small blaster sunk teeth into his chest. "Gck?!"

"What did you say?" I whispered. My entire being thrummed with power, but my heart and soul were filled with rage. Pure, blinding rage. I would make this child suffer for what he did to Frisk....to my friend....my little sister. "Fuck LVL and fuck EXP. YOU'RE DEAD." I began to toss Chara around, rage filling my every move. I couldn't help it. I screamed. I screamed louder and louder with every slam, every impalement, every crunch of bone and every drop of blood.

This unbridled rage...this blinding HATE. Where was it really coming from? The time I've watched my brother and friends die? Or just the death of one child? Knowing she cannot 'reset' ever again? Holding her as she breathed her last? Listening to her pleas and ignoring them? It was all those things and so much more, I felt like it was choking me slowly. Chara cackled as I let him fall. "What's so funny now huh?!"

"Y-you.....are hilarious...so much hate....could turn a soul black...." He coughed up blood and stood as best he could. "You should have heard her screams....her pleading for you to stop, only for you...to KILL HER!" My eyes burned with power and bones rose from the floor, impaling him all over his body. He looked more like a bloody lump of flesh than a human. He coughed and gagged, his voice gurgling in his throat. "LVL......5....." He sputtered before dying. I didn't care....I couldn't.

I walked back to Frisk, brushing her hair from her face. I closed her vacant eyes and stood there for who knows how long. I vaguely heard the others running in and I slowly turned as they came.

"BROTHER?!" Papyrus knelt next to me, hand on my shoulder. I must have looked like a wreck. I didn't care.

"Oh my god...."

"Fr-Frisk...." Alphys and Undyne held one another as Papyrus tried to hug me. I moved away at first. I didn't want anyone taking Frisk from me! But when he embraced me again, I felt myself shaking.

"Brother....it's ok....it's ok...." With those words, I broke.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

When we reached the surface, we buried Frisk at the top of Mt Ebbot. After some begging from Toriel, her sweater was now wrapped around me like a scarf. It was all I really had aside from all of our memories. Memories that would never fade due to a reset....that would linger forever. God it hurt. "So...what now?" Toriel asked.

"I suppose we just try to go out there and see the world?" Asgore suggested. One by one everyone walked away, whispering goodbyes to Frisk as they went. I swear Toriel wanted to kill me at first, but she hugged me close.

"It isn't your fault Sans. You tried...I know that much. I never should have forced that promise onto you." She said and left. I still stood there, the cool wind brushing through me and chilling me despite my hoodie.

"Brother, we should go-"

"You go Paps." He stopped and turned as I started to walk the opposite way. "I...don't deserve to be with anyone there."

"Brother that's insane!" Papyrus tried to come after me but I couldn't do it. I raised a bone wall around me and he stopped. "Sans....brother...please don't go alone."

"Insane you said?" I whispered and chuckled a little. "Yeah...perhaps I did go insane. LVL 5....I killed that kid Papyrus. His blood is on my hands, regardless of what happened." I turned to face him, my hood covering my face from his view and my scarf shielding everything else. "I've murdered a human, whereas you haven't. I just....can't go with you Papyrus."

"Brother that is stupid! Please reconsider!" I shook my head. I just couldn't. Her screams of pain....her childish and gleeful laugh...it all filled my mind. My promise to Toriel, our 'date' at Grillby's and the MTT Hotel. Her last words to her 'big brother.'

"I'm not fit to be anyone's brother Papyrus. Not anymore." I told him. "Please go with the others and just....leave me." I turned and started going down the mountain, ignoring his pleas. Sorry Paps....it has to be this way. As I walked, I found a small patch of blue flowers in a little clearing. I sat down in them, sighing softly. Blue huh?

"Hey Sans!"

"Hmm?"

"I love your hoodie!"

"You do eh kiddo?"

"Yup! Blue is my favorite color you know! I want one too!"

"I'll see what I can do kid."

"Yay!" The memory filtered into my mind and I fell to my knees. I held out my soul, now a mix of red and blue.

"Frisk.....I will find a way to make this right...." I gripped a flower tightly in my hand, and watched as it seemed to bleed through my fingers. "I swear on my soul I will." I stood slowly and looked out into the foreboding forest beyond this patch. I felt my power swell again and I felt a blaster behind me. My eyes glowed in the dark and I began to walk into the shadows, to my own personal exile and Hell. "I swear I will.....no matter the cost."

[lets-have-a-mediocre-time]

Undertale asks: all of them. 1-75. Each singular query.

You have brought this upon yourself

And yes it’s going under a cut. And I am doing all of them. No one can stop me

1. Who’s your favourite character from UT?: I’m going to jump off the cliff with everyone else and say Sans.2. Who’s your least favourite character from UT?: Muffet. I just don’t understand the appeal. Plus spiders. Nope.3. Your opinion about UT fandom: Creative, and overall friendly and positive. Just my experience though, and I don’t doubt there are parts of this fandom that would make me run screaming.4. What’s your favourite quote?:  “But nobody came…” It gives me chills5. What’s your favourite soundtrack?: Spear of Justice!6. Pacifist, neutral or genocide?: Pacifist or Genocide. Never neutral. 7. Why did you decide to play UT?: A friend loved it and pretty much bribed me to play it.8. Favourite battle?: Undyne the Undying. As much as I died to her, I just loved that battle so much9. Favourite scene?: When I read Papyrus’ note at the spaghetti. Was that a scene? It warmed my frozen heart.10. Your first letter to Mettaton was: Leggys11. Your reaction when you saw Omega Flowey for the first time: I will quote myself directly. “Hooooooly SHIT THAT THINGS UGLY DO I GET TO HIT IT?”12. Your headcanon about Frisk’s gender: Non-binary13. Which UT character reminds you of yourself?: Undyne. A whole lot actually.14. Which UT character reminds you of your best friend?: Flowey and/or Chara. Not in a bad way! Just… mildly insane and possibly murderous.15. Would you smooch a ghost?: HECK YEAH16. Which UT character would be your best friend? Why?: Flowey. Because I’ve seen her writing. I’ve roleplayed with her. She is the origin of the indifferent creator, destroying for their own amusement. 17. Do you remember your first killed character? Who was that?: Whimsum. I feel bad still18. Did you do sth in game you regret?: I should have told Papyrus about my pasta skills. Although I do lack any redeeming qualities.19. Which ending was your first?: Neutral Pacifist. 20. Your favourite land in UT and why: Gotta be Waterfall man, it’s so peaceful and just slightly eerie.21. Your favourite place in UT and why: Papyrus’ room22. Your headcanon about River person’s gender: Hm. Does evil have a gender?23. Your headcanon about one of the UT characters: Papyrus secretly love ramen but refuses to admit it.24. Butterscouch or cinnamon pie?: Bscotch25. Your opinion/headcanon about six human souls: I don’t have many that I can go into without taking forever. But I do wonder what happened to them after Omega Flowey.26. With who would you go on a date?: I’d like to have had a date with Asgore. Honestly, because it would have been cute.27. Marry, fuck, kiss and kill: (Cutting out fuck just because) Marry Grillby, kiss Alphys, kill Sans (Still haven’t beaten genocide hnnn)28. Do you wanna have a bad time?: Nawh. I’d rather have a mediocre one. But if you insist? B r i n g  i t  o n29. Your favourite UT au: Swapfell. I live and breathe for Swapfell30. Your least favourite UT au: Underswap, but only because writing for it is kinda hard for me.31. Would you want to fall into underground?: Possibly? I mean, meeting everybody would be cool. But when you dig into the game and look at all the sadness and death and murder it’s kinda…. dangerous. And scary.32. Describe or draw your undersona: Grumpy bunny man33. One reason why you love UT: The battles34. One reasom why you hate UT: The battles35. If you could choose one type of food from UT, what would it be?: Cinnamon Bunny36. Your favourite amalgamate: Lemon Bread (I think that was the one that didn’t attack at all)37. Your headcanon about Gaster: who do you think Gaster is to Sans and Papyrus? (Father, brother, uncle etc): Father of sorts. Not biologically. But “mad-scientist-creator” father.38. Your opinion about bad puns: Give me my due pun-ishment39. Do you draw fanarts from UT? If yes, then what do you like the most to draw?: I just kinda like drawing the SOULS. Not the humans. Just the SOULS. I dunno why either.40. Which of human souls fits you the most?: Perseverance. Or Justice.41. What would be the first thing you would to show to Sans, Papyrus or the rest of characters in human world? Why?: A Ferris wheel. Because. Everyone needs to ride a Ferris Wheel once in their life.42. Which song reminds you of UT or one of the UT characters? Why?:  “What’s The Use Of Feeling Blue” From Steven Universe. I dunno. It just fits43. Your opinion on underloid: What now? No seriously what is it I wish to know44. Do you forgive Asgore for what he’s done?: Yes and no. He did horrible things, but because he thought he had to. Still doesn’t mean murdering children was a good thing, even if he owns up to it and tries to take responsibility 45. Did you pay for Tem’s college?: Yep. And I didn’t even get temmie armor46. Have you seen any youtube letsplay of UT?: Jacksepticeye’s47. Do you listen to any fanmade songs? If so, then which are your favourite?: Definately Lollia’s Stronger Than You48. What are your favourite theories?:   Anything about SOULS49. Who is your favourite enemy? (Not including boss monsters): Whimsalot50. Do you have any headcanons about Chara’s past? (Why they hate humanity, why did they fell to the underground etc): Not really. A few, but nothing coherent yet.51. Who is your favourite dog?: Lesser Dog52. What was your reaction to true lab?: My reaction was “Goddamn not a creepy lab scene wHY A CREEPY LAB SCENE?!?!”53. Your favourite voice acting:Anything by crashboombanger55. Who is older - Sans or Papyrus?: Sans.56. Your OTP(s): Salphyne. AND PAPSBY57. Your NOTP(s): Asgoriel58. Your BROTP(s): Undyrus59. Your favourite puzzle: The steam platform one, oddly enough60. Which battle was the hardest for you?: Undyne the Undying61. Did you still hate Flowey after you discovered his true identity?: I never hated him. Actually kinda liked him.62. The saddest moment: The Neutral Pacifist ending. The phone call killed me63. Which ending is your favourite?: King Papyrus64. How old do you think Frisk is?: I probably headcanon Frisk older than most people. I’d say 12-1465. Any post pacifist run headcanons?: Lots66. Your favourite NPC: The River Person67. Humans or monsters?: Monsters68. The funniest situation: When Papyrus jumped out the window at Undyne’s house69. Skeletonfucker, robotfucker, goatfucker or kinkshaming?: Kinkshaming, possibly a skeletonfucker in denial. (Well that’s a sentence)70. When playing for the first time how many candies did you take?: One.71. Did you kill or spare Flowey at the end of the game?: Spare72. If you had to be one of the main characters, which would you choose?: Flowey.73. If you had to kill one of the main characters which would you choose?: Sans. Because he is giving me a Bad Time currently74. Which character(s) would you like to cosplay?: I think I’d make an amazing Asgore75. Your favourite Burgerpants’ quote?: “Why do I always get the weird ones?” (Because I relate to this on a spiritual level)

[lilaxthegreat]

Ship: DMK/Beryl. Character: Kirby.

Oh no the other DMK shipwhen I started shipping it if I did: Like every other ship I had, a couple months ago I just wrote a drabble where Beryl fights Dark Meta Knight and they’re salty asf to each other and Beryl hates how DMK raised his kids. And then they get to talk about their past and it’s like OH.my thoughts: “Well fuck isn’t this like the third significant other this asshole has had? Wonder how long she’ll survive.” Hint: She’s still alive.What makes me happy about them: If you know their backstory, you’d know they definitely need each other and Beryl keeps him in line anyway.What makes me sad about them: SO MUCH TRAUMA. BERYL CAN’T HAVE PUFFS.things done in fanfic that annoys me: Since this is OC/Canon I can just gripe about my issues with OC/Canon and that’s when the canon character does something that is either out of character to themselves, or out of character to what backstory you gave them (especially if said canon has like... minimal personality).things I look for in fanfic: Give me more random Seinfeldian conversations about really dumb things and make your characters go bowling. Not everything is about drama, and it helps to expand their characters a bit. Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: DMK would totally hit on Lady Galacta Knight just saying. Beryl would probably insist she be alone for life or hook up with Carbon.My happily ever after for them: Pretty sure right at this moment they’re happy. Especially since they had the ultimate FUCK YOU to Jet and adopted his kids and they HATE Jet.who is the big spoon/little spoon: AS USUAL ROUND BALLS OF PLAYDO but DMK insists on rolling under Beryl’s feathery wings. He has a thing for feathers.what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Game night with the kids. For some reason they suspect Chalk is helping Shadow Kirby try to win. DMK hasn’t gotten enough proof for that yet.

Kirby:How I feel about this character: THIS IS MY PRECIOUS SON DO NOT HURT HIM.All the people I ship romantically with this character: It’s like... when Kirby gets older I fight between Keeby, Prince Fluff, but ESPECIALLY Shadow Kirby. Like I just want my son and his counterpart to raise their accidental kids together and be happy.My non-romantic OTP for this character: Galacta Knight and Kirby. Galacta Knight dads Kirby constantly in my headcanon. My unpopular opinion about this character: Kirby is NOT a violent monster who causes genocide over shortcake he’s a CHILD OKAY HAVE YOU TRIED TO TAKE CAKE AWAY FROM A CHILD WHO LIVES ALONE AND HAS NO PARENTAL SUPERVISION?! *breathes*One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Anime aside, where the HECK did he come from? Also him not being fooled for once by greedy assholes who need to be punched.my OTP: Kirby/Shadow Kirby. Again I just want them to raise their accident kids together. my cross over ship: I don’t have a crossover ship with these two, and again it would be Mega Man. But I could see Rock and Kirby getting along well. Same with Undertale, I can see Kirby and Frisk getting along well.a headcanon fact: As mentioned a few times, Dark Meta Knight, when he sliced Kirby into the three others you see, those are Kirby’s sons. It was sort of a strange asexual splitting that happened in reaction to severe damage to save Kirby, and he wound up with three sons at the tender age of YOUNG CHILD. He tried to raise them but bless his heart he couldn’t do it alone in the mirror world which is why Grape and Ivory stepped in to help. Dark Meta Knight is still unnerved about it. AND THEN MUCH LATER Jet decides to do the same thing to Shadow Kirby and HE winds up with three oddly pastel daughters at the age of TEENAGER. Grape absolutely lost it when she found out and yelled karma at Dark Meta Knight for splitting Kirby because MIRRORS REFLECT THINGS DUDE.