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the-river-person · 3 years

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Epilogue

Wind swept through the red grass like a wave upon the sea, sending ripples down the slopes of the endless hills. In the lowest valleys the grass vanished into a soft white fog, making the hilltops seem as if they were detached from the earth and floating through an ocean of clouds. Sans gazed around in wonder, while also having to shield his eyes a little. Above them the sky was a thousand blending shades of purple, everything from a deep angry bruise to a very soft lilac. At the edge of the Horizon was the sun, and from here it looked a very deep red color, and though it wasn’t terribly bright, he still had to shield his eyes. It seemed that he needed some time for his eyes to properly adjust to seeing the surface in all of its overwhelming brightness after living in the muted and shadowed Underground for all his life. Well for lifetimes on end, really. Mouth open wide, and eye lights nearly pinpricks in shock, Gaster too appeared to be too stunned for words at the sight of this world. Sans knew that his uncle had been around to see the Surface of their own Universe, and judging by Gaster’s reaction, it was nothing at all like this. The River Person had taken them to this place because he said it was still a relatively safe Universe to visit for a little while. Comfortably seated in his ferry boat, the River Person didn’t seem inclined to go anywhere soon, so they’d opted to explore for a bit while staying in sight. Arriving at another Universe was just as bizarre as leaving one had been. It was as if there was a reflective orb in the distance, only when you got closer it wasn’t you that it was reflecting, but a place. And if you got close enough it was as if the reflection warped and twisted itself so that it swallowed you and you were sitting in another Universe as smoothly as if you’d landed your boat at the docks. Actually the ferryboat itself was sitting in the middle of the red grass, and looked perfectly natural there as if it were supposed to sail across the sea of red grass and plants instead of up and down a river. Out in the distance the world got even stranger. To the right, he wasn’t sure what the compass direction was because the red sun appeared to be circling the horizon instead of crossing overhead in an arc, he could see bright glow that spanned the whole edge of the sky in that direction, as if the area was filled with light. And to the left the sky seemed to get darker and darker until the horizon that way was shadowed and still. “Pretty, isn’t it?” “Yes,” he breathed, still trying to take it all in. The next moment he leaped away in shock as he realized the comment had come from someone who had unexpectedly been standing beside him. It was a skeleton, somewhat similar to himself in appearance but not quite. Wearing brown pants that might have been tucked in overalls by the green straps that were sticking out from one side of the waist, a white shirt, and a long brown scarf... the skeleton’s clothing alone made a strong first impression of him. But more interesting than that were the splotch of black ink that coated the bottom right side of his jaw and the enormous paint brush that he carried on his back like a sheathed sword. Over his chest was a belt holding a series of tiny phials with heart shaped stoppers, each phial held a different colored liquid within, and altogether and in order they formed a kind of rainbow pattern. Finally, around his neck and hanging down his back was an incredibly long scarf of some brown fabric. The Skeleton was grinning at him, mischief dancing in his eye sockets, which Sans had only just realized contained some odd shapes. In his left eye, the pupil was shaped like a bright, five pointed, golden star (☆), twinkling merrily as if to say “I’m excited!” to all the world. And in his right eye the pupil took the shape of... and this left Sans feeling more bewildered than anything else, a small purple 7. But even as he watched the pupils changed shape, and again, and again. A spiral (๑), a triangle border with nothing inside (△), a check mark (✓), an eroteme (?), a small crescent moon (☽), a pair of squiggly lines that might have been either water or a double tilde (≈), a silcrow (§), a percontation point (⸮), and a very small umbrella (☂). “Hullo!” said the skeleton. “I’m Ink! Guardian of the Multiverse and Protector of AUs!” Gaster, who had turned around to see what Sans had been reacting to, was examining the newcomer with something akin to professional curiosity. “AUs?” he asked, tilting his skull slightly to the side. “Alternate Universes,” clarified Ink. “And parallel ones. And pretty much any other kind of universe that springs up. So... now that I’ve introduced myself, who are you two?” Other universes, the thought was a little frightening. Sure he’d heard Gaster practically wax poetic on the subject numerous times, and here he was standing in another universe entirely. But it was different hearing someone else talk about them existing, as if they’d seen them with their own eyes. An entire multiverse full of them. And if Ink was truly the Guardian of that Multiverse and every universe inside of it, then he must be a really important person. “I’m Sans-” he started to say, not sure whether there was special protocol for introducing yourself to a Multiverse Guardian, but Ink was already cutting him off, flapping his hand impatiently at them. “No no no. There are way too many Sanses and Gasters floating about. Even I’m a Sans. We like to use... well I guess you’d call them nicknames. They help keep us from getting confused. More confused. Some people use the name of their AU, others ” Somewhat at a loss, Sans turned to look at Gaster, who only shrugged unhelpfully. Well alright then. A nickname huh? His thoughts raced back years and years, decades, centuries, all the way to that very first therapy session with Doctor Whimsol. She’d suggested that he didn’t have to be a Sans if he didn’t feel like one. For a while he’d toyed with various other names, mostly Fonts in the style of Skeleton naming conventions. But he’d never really made anything of it. Perhaps one of the ones he’d liked would do? Something that suited him the way that he was now. He’d changed a great deal since then. There was no way anyone would think of him in formal terms, even now. But he was a bit more serious, even though he tried to stay approachable. He wasn’t suffering from depression and guilt, and he was a lot more active than he had been. So something light-hearted but serious, informal like, with a sense of movement.... It came to him and he grinned suddenly. “Mistral,” he informed the Guardian of the Multiverse. “I’m Mistral.“ Looking intrigued, Ink nodded enthusiastically. “It suits you! A little rough of a font, sort of like brush writing, but with this... um... crystal stuff on your bones, it really works.” Oh yeah, Sans had forgotten about the Kenón still growing on him. It had sped up its growth a bit in the Void, which made sense because they were already connected. Small spikes of silvery-grey crystal were now easily seen growing up from the collar of his shirt and from his sleeves, and tiny lumps were beginning to form under his usual overcoat that betrayed the crystals growing underneath. “I think,” said Gaster suddenly, “That I would like to be known as Majuscule.” Sans stared at him. “You want to be named after Capitalized Letters?” he asked incredulously. It wasn’t a font. Though they weren’t really required to stick to those if they truly didn’t want to. But it was related enough that it was odd that Gaster would want to choose that of all things for a name. The smile the scientist gave him was a smug one. “When I use the Wingdings Sign variant it really doesn’t differentiate between Minuscule and Maguscule symbols like the font does in physical writing. And since I cannot speak it out loud and adjust the volume of my speech, it is as if I am saying everything in capitalized letters, constantly speaking with maximum intensity all the time.” Oh Angel, of course Gaster would choose something that convoluted. Sans groaned and rolled his eyes, surprisingly Ink only looked amused and actually giggled, his eyes flitting between an octothorp followed immediately by an S (#S) , an ecphoneme (!), an on/off symbol, and an asterisk (*). “I’m guessing you guys are new travelers to the Multiverse. That means you’re the ones I was looking for. You see, I felt a Universe die recently, and I went to go protect it from whatever was causing it to be destroyed. But it was dying on its own, of old age. I’ve never seen a Universe do that before, reach its natural ending. Then I found a trail in the Void, the sort of paths the River Folk make when they travel, and I knew that someone must have escaped before everything fell apart. And well... here you are!” Ink smirked and stuck out his tongue in a sort of “blep” way. Somewhere in the back of his head, Sans couldn’t help but notice that the tongue was rainbow hued. But now that he was reminded, he had more important questions. “Did you see anyone else?” He asked. “A ship in the Void? Any survivors? Papyrus? Well, my Papyrus anyway. He’s the Captain of the Royal Guard. And there were a lot of people on the ship before it fell into the Void. Please, if you’ve seen anything...” He trailed off hopefully. Ink’s eyes had suddenly become two ecphonemes (!). “Wait, there are more than just you two?” asked the Guardian excitedly. “It’s pretty rare we get more than a Sans or a Gaster. For some reason the Sanses seem to be inclined to go traveling more than others, though we do get Papyruses and Gasters here and there. But I don’t recall seeing a ship...hmmm.” Then Ink reached back and pulled on his scarf. Upon closer inspection, Sans could see all kinds of writing on it, scribbles and notes. Ink was using the thing as a planner. For a moment Ink squinted down at the scarf, searching through all the notes. They could see his mouth moving as he silently muttered some of the reminders he was reading. At last he looked up. “Nope, sorry. I haven’t seen any ship. But I’ll make a note to keep an eye out for one. I definitely don’t want to miss seeing that. Oh, but I did write down something else. I found this where your universe used to be.” And digging into his pocket, Ink produced something that was difficult to see. It was like a point, but without any width, depth, surface, or length. It flickered strangely and Sans heard Gaster’s intake of breath behind him. “There it is!” said the Scientist as he stepped forward, reaching for the thing. “The last fragment. The final percentage. What bit of me are you hiding in such a small form?” His hand closed around it and he closed his eyes, looking triumphant and relieved. Just as quickly he snapped them back open again in alarm. “Sans!” “What?” “I had three assistants, Sans. Three! Not four! I don’t know who Goner actually is!” * * * The Tem had managed to push the wreckage away from itself, freeing its trapped hind leg. Nobody else was in this part of the Ship, mostly being occupied in repair work or attempts to plan and reorganize. He’d volunteered to come out here and replace the spark plugs in this area because it would make it easier to get away from people for a while. A low creak, like metal under strain, made him turn. It was similar to the sound he’d heard earlier before the ceiling fell. This ship had taken a lot of damage in the crash, it was no wonder it was all falling apart at the seams. There was no one there. Yeah, probably just more infrastructure damage from the crash that needed to be repaired. Turning back brought him face to face with the grey torso of Goner, who was looming over him with his pale whitish-grey eyes. “Your name is Bob, right?” Said Goner in an expressionless tone. It wasn’t really a question exactly. More like a statement with a question tacked onto the end like an afterthought. Suddenly Goner’s expression seemed almost sly, sinister. Perhaps it was just the lighting, but the Tem shrank from the Monster as he leaned forward. “My name is Goner, I have a feeling we’re going to be very good friends.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ink!Sans belongs to @comyet Special Thanks to @msaoa12345 for their continued reblogging, praise, and excitable and positive commentary. Without their support, this story wouldn’t be anywhere near finished.

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chocolatte-and-despair · 3 years

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Crap I think my internet gave out when I sent this request but uh...👉🏻👈🏻...how would Stretch be with a small, petite s/o, who loves him to bits but will fight as hard as they can if he tries to force himself on them. Despite him doing that though, they’ll always come back around and forgive him, saying they know he can do better?

((Oh damn, this... T_T Stretch doesn’t deserve you, let me tell you that T_T))

YANDERE UNDERSWAP PAPYRUS WITH A FORGIVING LOVER:

~From the moment that you came back to him, and forgave him, he was conflicted. For a second, he wanted to believe that you were okay with him doing what he did, but what you said made him confused. Did you not like what he did? Was he a bad lover, or was there something else that he needed to fix with himself?

~For the next few times, he would force himself on you over and over again, trying new things out, but no matter what, you always said he could become better. but in what way did you mean?

~Eventually, he would realize that the problem wasn’t with his performance, but was with the fact that he had never actually asked for your permission. That would also explain why you always fight him like he is doing something bad to you.

~For him to accept the fact that yes, he has been hurting you all this time would be painful. He loves you, he really loves you, and finally realizing that he has been hurting you and you kept forgiving him was hurting him like no tomorrow.

~You know, he wanted to settle down with you one day. Get married, maybe have a kid or two, if you wanted. If not, then you could have a few pets or nothing at all. Whatever you wanted. But if he was hurting you like this, then he didn’t think that dream was possible.

~ “... I want to get help”

~The declaration would be sudden but urgent too. He knew that if he wanted to become good enough for you, he needed to work towards that as soon as possible. And starting on that as soon as possible was what he wanted.

~Personal therapy, group counseling, and couple counseling were just a few things that he had started to go, of course, with your support.

~It was hard for him to finally accept that he wasn’t good enough for you, but the fact that he wanted to become good enough for you was motivating him to become the perfect person for you, even if it would break him.

~ “... I promise you, I’ll treat you like you deserve to be treated... So please, don’t leave me...”

#yandere undertale imagines #undertale imagines #yandere imagines #yandere #undertale #underswap #papyrus #underswap papyrus #yandere undertale #yandere papyrus #yandere underswap papyrus #yandere underswap #yandere headcanons #headcanons

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mehboobhijama · 3 years

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Physical Therapy Clinic in Rawalpindi Welcome To Mehboob Hijama Centre

Mehboob Hijama Centre is a health centre, the first of its kind in Islamabad, Pakistan.

Here, Islamic tradition as well as technology are combined to offer the best health services according to the Quran, Prophetic and modern medicine.

Our state of the art health facility offers Hijama,Our team of qualified staff is led by Hakeem Adil who has qualified from National Council for Tibb(NTC). He has been practicing Hijama for more than 9 years.

Additionally, we have qualified female Hijama Specialist who perform hijama for females.

HIJAMA

Over centuries, cupping, also known as hijama in Arabic has been a means of treatment and preventing acute and long-term health conditions, the word Hijama in Arabic comes from the root al-hajm, which means “sucking”. It is a simple, safe and painless procedure of applying cups to specific meridian points on the body to help release toxins. Cupping is also considered to be the fastest way to detoxify. It increases blood circulation, boosts the immune system, regulates the hormones and helps the body find its own natural balance.

Cupping therapy helps and improves a range of issues

By increasing blood circulation to the area in which the cups are applied, muscle tension may be relieved. The individual may experience a feeling of relaxation similar to a deep tissue massage. In turn, overall blood flow is improved and cell repair is promoted. This process causes your blood vessels to expand, encouraging blood flow and increased circulation to the damaged area(s).

Cupping helps with : Arthritis, Fibromyalgia, High Blood Pressure, Migraines, Anxiety, Depression, Allergies, Asthma, Varicose Veins and much more..

The History of Hijama

Cupping is an ancient method of causing local congestion, where a vacuum is created with the use of vessels, which are placed on the skin either by means of heat or suction, which then draws up the underlying tissues. When the cups are left in place on the skin for a few minutes, blood stasis is formed and localised healing takes place.

Cupping is considered with others to be the oldest natural healing therapies. History tells us about Archaeologists who found evidence of cupping therapy being practised from as early as 3000 B.C. The earliest record of cupping is around 1550 B.C. by the Egyptians .This document was called the Ebers Papyrus; one of the oldest medical textbooks in the world

Anthropologists also found evidence in China of cupping dating as far back as 1,000 B.C. The history of Chinese cupping is a long history of healing and innovation. It was an ancient Taoist medical practice and was widely used in the courts of Imperial China. Its administration was first documented by Ge Hong, in an ancient article called Handbook of Prescriptions for Emergencies.

This ancient method has been proven effective against common disorders associated with the pulmonary system. The Chinese expanded the use of the cupping technique to surgery, this was called wet cupping. Other ancient cultures including the Egyptians and early Greeks had all embraced the therapeutic value of cupping. Hippocrates (c. 400 B.C.) used cupping for internal disease and structural problems. Hippocrates was known as the Father of Modern Medicine, during this golden era of the early Greek state, Hippocrates and his followers were devoted to an empiric approach to healing and sought naturalistic explanations of why people became ill. The Cupping technique soon spread through the medicine world, throughout Asian and European civilisations. Each country having their own name for cupping therapy and having their own methods of cupping. Physical Therapy Clinic in Rawalpindi

Here are some of the names that cupping is referred to in other cultures; Hijamah / Baguanfa / Jiaofa / Bentusa / Vendouse / Gac Hoi / Bahnkes/ Kyukaku / Ventosaterapia / Schr–pftherapie / Kupa Cekme / Bankovani / Ventouzzes and Vacuume Terapi.

The two main methods of cupping practised wildly throughout history and also documented in the Ebers Papyrus, and Hippocrates were, Bleeding (or wet) cupping and Dry cupping. Dry cupping – This procedure involves creating a vacuum into the cup bringing blood and lymph to a specific area, promoting circulation and healing, In addition it will help break adhesions between the skin and underlying connective tissues, allowing for freer movement, pulling the local underlying tissue up into the cupping vessel. Wet cupping – This is the oldest and the most effective method. A surgical tool called a lancet is used to scrape the skin, the vessel is then placed over the manipulated area, and with the suction pulling the blood, which is then drawn up into the glass cup.

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imagines4undertale · 4 years

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Ah, I’m sorry! 🥺 I was meaning the 5 love languages. There’s a quiz online, if that’d help. It has its own website, in fact. And, I suppose I’ll ask for the Horrortale bros plus a random Black. I’m super sorry for the lack of specifics first time around. 🤧 Hope I didn’t cause any trouble!

You’re fine! I’m just happy to be able to answer it. I hope that I did an okay job at it and that you enjoy. I won’t lie, this one took me a while because HT!Paps and Black are the most difficult for me to write, but I did my best! I’ll have some more Asks finished as soon as I can!

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HT!Sans(Axe)-

Axe’s love language will likely be words of affirmation. In the Underground, there isn’t enough time for people to set aside quality time for each other and there are very few quality things to be given. Even when he makes his way to the surface, Axe doesn’t see the point in many of these things. He likes hugs and affection decently well, but when he has moments of mental lapse he can quickly become violent if touched. Axe will respond to small gifts, but only really if they are food, like a snack bar or small bag of chips. The best way to love this skell is just through telling him how much you love him. Tell him how cute he is to you, how happy he makes you, how good he is at protecting and providing for you and his brother, just anything that you like about him. At first, he is just kind of weirded out as no one has ever really given him this type of praise, but overtime he’ll begin to melt whenever you say these kinds of things. He likes being acknowledged for his hard work and has a hard time seeing the good in himself. To have his small, pure, sweet little SO telling him he is someone worth loving is everything to him. Sometimes, if he’s had a rough day, he’ll just come to you asking for you to tell him he’s not a beast and that he’s a good person.

You were at home, sitting at the table, looking through a recipe book for recipes for the next week. The house was calm and the only noise that could be heard was Papy watching a cooking show on the TV in the living room. It took you a moment to realize what it was, but you began to feel a rumbling in the floor beneath your feet. Axe was in the building and he was pissed. A moment later you felt the door to your apartment slam against the door stopper you installed (Axe put the door handle through the wall) and then slammed back shut. The thudding footsteps made their way to the kitchen and when you looked up Axe was looming over you shaking as he huffed labored breaths. He looks down at you with his single eye light, seeming to hesitate for a moment.

“Hey sweetie, are yo-” You don’t get to finish as you are lifted sharply from your chair and carried out of the kitchen. It’s hard to see where he is going as your face is held in the fluff of his hood, but it felt like he was carrying you down the hallway to the bedroom. When he finally released you, he tossed you down onto your bed. You bounce for a second before you are pinned from the waste down by wrapping his arms around his hips. He hesitates for a moment before shakily exhaling into your stomach.

“t-tell me… tell me you love me. tell me i’m not a beast. please, i need to hear you say it.” He huffs into your shirt as his sharp finger bones dig into your shirt. You feel a slight dampness on your stomach. Resting your hand on his head, you begin to stroke his head avoiding the sharp edges of his skull. Petting his head, you whisper sweet words of your love and any good traits you can think of to your skeletal love. Eventually, his shoulders stop shaking and his breaths even out into the soft breaths of sleep. You let him rest like that until it’s time for dinner, gently rubbing his head as you think of how you can cheer Axe up when he wakes.

HT!Papyrus(Crooks)-

Crooks is going to react best to small acts of affection. He has almost the opposite mindset to his brother. Nice things are so hard to come by in the underground, and even above ground, having someone thinking of him and putting the thought into giving him a gift means so much to him. Find him a little piece of sea glass in the shape of a heart? He’ll keep it in his bed stand and will refer to it as “HiS LuCKy RocK”. Anything you get for him is going to be either “His LUcky” or “His FaVorIte” just because it came from his favorite human. He loves getting food gifts the most though. Candy bars, small sweets, cookies, chips, anything and everything edible will make him happy. You can surprise him with a chocolate bar when you walk in the door and he will spend the next half hour kissing your face and holding you close to him if you let him. If it’s food that you make just for him though, he might just melt through the floor with love sick happiness.

Crooks was going to be out all day, going to see a dentist about finally getting braces for his teeth. They wouldn’t be going on today, but the consultation was still going to take hours. Crooks had been nervous about it all week. He was more stable than he was even just months ago and was making great progress in his therapy, but he still had problem days. The lanky skeleton always worried about harming people or simply snapping at others and didn’t want to have an episode at the dentist's office. You or Sans would have gone with him, but you both had work in the morning and Crooks insisted that he “WaS No BAby BonEs” and would make due. When you did get off work though, a bit after noon, you were struck with an idea. You would make a special treat for Crooks to celebrate his progress and to reward him for going to the office on his own.

When Crooks finally walked through the door to your home after the long day of cramped offices and too many people he just wanted to scream into a pillow. He still liked being around people like he did before the hunger permeated the underground, but after a while the fight or flight instinct from living around so many unstable beings began to rear its ugly head. Crooks just needed some time with HIS human and things would be better. You weren’t on the couch or sitting at the table tapping away at your laptop.

“GUmDrop? WheRE ArE you?” Crooks’ cracking voice called through the house.

“In here sweetie! Come here!” You call back from the kitchen with a smile in your voice. Crooks sets down the pamphlets the dentist gave him on his braces and lumbers into the kitchen. A sweet scent hits him as he enters and he looks over to the wide section of counter next to the stove. Stacked high on a cake stand was a layered crepe cake. The cake was about 8 inches high with whipped cream peeking out from each layer and topped with a chocolate ganache and strawberries. Next to it was you, hands lightly covered in whipped cream and face decorated with a wide grin as you say, “Surprise sunshine! I made you a little treat to celebrate your road to recovery!” Crooks just stands there for a moment as a small line of drool slides down his jaw. He wipes it off as he makes his way across the kitchen to you and the cake. Looking between the two, he picks you up so your eyes are level with one another before kissing your forehead and snuggling you to his chest.

“YoU arE the SwEEtEST HuMAN EVER!” His voice vibrates through you. “And thE Best DATe matE A MonsTer COUld ASK foR.... BuT I HOPe You KNOw thAt I aM GoinG To EAt thIs whoLE ThinG MySelF.”

“That’s why I already ate a crepe before you got here.” You say with a knowing laugh.

“LIkE i SAId, ThE BEsT!” Crooks giggles as he puts you down to find a fork and devour your creation.

SF!Sans(Black)-

Black’s love language is likely going to be acts of service. Black has a more militaristic view on relationships, often treating Mutt more like a subordinate than a brother. He still cares for him, but he just shows it in odd ways. Because of this, Black likes acts of affection that show you are loyal to him or that show you care for him. Do things that he asks of you when he asks it, or proactively do things you know he likes done. Remember things that he likes and dislikes and show that you listen to him. If you show up to events that are important to him with flowers to congratulate him, you might just get to see his rare “heart melting with love” face. He often gets ignored for his shorter stature, so to have you listen to him, treat him like an equal, and go out of your way for him is going to make him happy and value you in return. Eventually, this will evolve into Black thinking of you, and privately calling you, his queen or princess (or king, prince, if you prefer) to his king. He’ll treat you that way too, like you are his precious equal in love and in life, spoiling you whenever he can. Your respectful and loving actions are all he needs to know that you truly care for him and that you are the one for him.

Black has been in his office for most of the day working away. He has homework to do for his police academy training and will not be getting anything less than an A+. The other trainees already haze him for his stature and appearance and he won’t be caught dead with his grades lower than those rude buffoons. Black would be lying if he said that his spine wasn’t aching from sitting there for so long though. A call from the front room catches his attention. You seem to be home from your day of errands. Now seemed like a good time for a break. Walking into the main room, Black calls back to you welcoming you home with a kiss to the cheek.

“Oh, hello my bony prince. It has been such a long day, but a productive one!” You say with an excited bounce as you lay some bags you were carrying on the ground. “Guess what I did today.” Black gives a inquisitive hum as he looks over your shoulder at you fumbling through the bags on the floor. “Well you know how you said that you weren’t able to find the ingredients for that recipe you found online? Well, I had to go to four different stores, but I finally found it. Along with that, since I was already going all over town anyways, I picked up your uniform from the dry cleaning so you don’t have to tomorrow morning. To top it off, I found an outfit that perfectly matches the suit that you have for that Napstabot party next week. I remembered you saying something once about how ‘all good power couples should match’, right?” You straighten up with Black’s dry cleaning bag in hand. When you look over to him he just has a look of surprise on his face before it melts into a warm smile. He walks to you, taking the bag and tossing it to the couch’s arm before cupping your face and kissing you softly. When you break the kiss he is still smiling and then picks you up below the bottom and lifts you into a short spin.

“WHAT WOULD THE TERRIBLE SANS DO WITHOUT HIS BEAUTIFUL QUEEN BY HIS SIDE?” He asks with a soft chuckle.

“Probably be just as amazing as you always are, but I do try to help your magnificence where I can.” You say with a sly smile as you rest your arms on his shoulders and your forehead on his.

“MEHEHE~, THAT MAY BE TRUE, BUT IT IS STILL PREFERRED YOU HERE, WITHIN KISSING RANGE.” Black laughs as he carries you to lay on the couch, homework forgotten for now.

(Feedback is always welcome, and I’m open for asks!)

#undertale imagines #ht!papyrus #ht!sans #sf!sans #I'm back!#and ready to answer more asks #Undertale #sans #papyrus #ask #answer

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imaginationcemetary · 4 years

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Swapfell Purple, Swapfell Red, and Underfell skeles reactions to having a kid that acts like a villain but really just has a hard time processing and expressing feelings? Evil laughter, plots world domination, lots of pranks that they boast about being a part of their masterplans,acting like they don't care about anything or anyone. And it is convincing until they find out the kid cares for stray kittens they hide in their closet. Cue kid's denials. Sorry if it is too specific. Have a nice day.

Nah, don't be sorry for being specific, it actually helps me out a lot more than you think. If you tell me what you're looking for then I can make sure I'm actually giving you what you want. You gave me some wiggle room so the answers won't be too similar, and I actually think the prompt is really, really cute. Also, you're the first person to ask for my Fell boys, so I hope you like them!

(Underfell Papyrus) Bamf:

Bamf sees a lot of himself in his kid and is really proud of his little mini me. When he was younger he used to act a lot like they do now. He wasn't really allowed to process his emotions due to how he grew up, so he'd put on an air of confident standoffishness and assholery around others, only getting to work on things when he was alone. So he gets it, and does his best to encourage his kiddo in whatever they do, giving them the time they need to process things their way. You wanna laugh like a cartoon villain? We're going to practice evil laughs together until you get it just right. You've come up with a plan to conquer the world? Let me just look it over for any holes or blind spots. Unfortunately, much like Sadie's mom Barb from Steven Universe, he has a bad habit of being overly supportive. He wants his kid to be happy, driving them to be the best at what they do, which can lead to the feeling burnt out and unable to fulfill his high Hope's and expectations. He'll never let his kid pretend not to care though. This is the surface and they don't have to live like that anymore. If something hurts, then it hurts, even if you don't know why.

When Bamf was just a bitty bones, he hid a kitten in his closet and raised it himself when his brother Fell told him that they couldn't afford to take care of it. She was a pitiful white furball that eventually became his truest companion. She was dubbed Doomfanger, because someone as terrifying and awesome as him had to have a just as terrifying and awesome of a pet, but he calls her Doomie when no one else is around. When he find out that his kid is doing pretty much the same thing he did, he gets really proud and feels like it's something else they can bond over. He tells the kid that they don't have to hide the small litter of kittens in their closet any longer. Doomie winds up adopting the litter as her own and soon the house is over run by a small army of kittens that both dad and child dote on together.

(Underfell Sans) Fell:

Fell gets it, he raised his little brother Bamf when they were bitty bones; he's dealt with this once already. The fake accents, the evil cackles, the plans for world domination, the pretending not to give a shit about anyone else because they're scared about what others think about them. He gets it, really....it just...gets annoying sometimes. He's totally down for diabolical prank wars with them though. Fell is pretty content to let his kid figure things out on their own, and when he's not, his involvement is a lot more subtle than his brothers. He's got ways of making his kid open up to him that'll make them think it was their idea the whole time.

Let me just say, that Fell hated his brother's cat, he thought she was evil incarnate. Despite not wanting her around though, he never actually thought about making him get rid of her. So when he finds his kid hiding a kitten in their closet, he has some flash backs to Doomfanger and her irrational hatred of anyone who was not Bamf, and is understandably pissed that his kid has been keeping this from him. He doesn't like the kitten, the kitten doesn't seem to mind him, but he doesn't actually tell his kid to get rid of it despite not wanting it around. The kid can keep the cat as long as they promise to take care of it themself and keep it in their room....It doesn't stay in their room for long and Fell eventually just accepts his fate to be plagued by fluffy things with a penchant for scratching him and then using him as a bed. He just hopes this kitten will help his kid soften up like Bamf's did.

(Swapfell red Papyrus) Rust:

Heh, you're plotting world domination? That's cute. Need your dad to help you build world dominating contraptions for your plans and props for your pranks? He's totally down. Wanna ramble about your plans and how much you don't care about anything? He'll chill with you and listen to whatever you're rambling about now. Need someone to hide behind when one of your ingenious pranks back fires on you? He's not gonna let anyone fuck with his kid, he'll dispense his own consequences if they go too far though. He actually pays a lot of attention to his kid's behavior and tries to engage with them in creative ways, figuring that they're acting out like this because they want attention. He's not gonna let his kid act like a total little shit, but that doesn't mean he's not gonna be laughing in the background when situations call for it.

Rus isn't the type of parent to snoop through his kid's room without a decent reason, but he is really perceptive and bears his kid quietly hushing their kitten's meow in the middle of the night. He's surprised at first to find out that his kid took in a stray, but then he feels pretty proud of them for it. He knew there was a soft spot in them somewhere and now he knows exactly how to nurture it. He'll wait for his kid to bring it up with him before he says anything, but he'll also secretly leave food and treats for the kitten outside his kid's door so that they feel comfortable and ok enough to talk to him about it, knowing that he'll support them.

(Swapfell red Sans) Razz:

Razz butts heads with his kid often, their similar personalities clashing and leaving both of them wishing for the attention and affection that they're missing out on. Honestly though, if his kid wants to act like a villain, then he's going to show them how to do it right. He'll push them to join clubs like the debate team or mock trial, because if they want power then they'll need to either get into law or politics. He won't interfere in any of his kids plans or pranks, but he will watch and then point out ways they can do it better next time. He wants to help them improve and reach their potential, but he's used to being more hands off. He's bad at expressing himself, but he wishes his kid knew that they don't have to try so hard to impress him.

Razz is more than a little upset to find a kitten in his kid's closet. How long has it been here? How come his kid didn't ask him to keep it first? He knows they don't get along well, but do they not trust him? When his kid comes home from school he'll have a conversation about their secret keeping and whether or not they're responsible enough to care for their new pet. If they decide to keep the kitten, it would help the two of them start opening up to each other more, helping them explore and express their feelings after the conversation.

(Swapfell purple Papyrus) Syrup:

Syrup is good at dealing with troubled children, but even he has difficulties with his tiny tyrant. He swears he'll lose his good eye light from rolling it so hard one of these days. He'll play along with his kid's hair brained schemes, plots, evil laughter, and pranks because he thinks it's hilarious to watch other adults get offended, but the whole time he'll subtly be trying to figure out why his kid is acting like they don't give a shit about anything and be thinking of ways to deal with that.

Syrup is actually pretty chill when he finds the kittens in his kid's closet. He's always had a soft spot for strays and castaways. He'll playfully tease his kid about their own soft spot despite their denials, but then he'll also ask them if they want to sign up to volunteer at the local animal shelter. Whether they decide to keep the kittens or not, Syrup realizes how much an emotional support animal could help his kid start dealing with their emotions better and researches how to get them registered for something like that.

(Swapfell purple Sans) Berry:

Berry is the type to sit his kid down and talk to them about their behavior. Why do you want to rule the world? What would you do with it if you did? What are some things that made you think it would be a good idea? He'd start looking closer at his kid's life to see what might need changing or what might be making them so unhappy that they feel like overturning everything. He won't let them pull any pranks that would hurt anyone else, but he finds the evil laughter harmless. He finds it disconcerting that they so vehemently claim not to care about anything. It reminds him of his brother's apathetic behavior and he wonders if he needs to look into therapy for his kid.

When Berry finds the kitten in his kid's closet he realizes that just like his brother having a soft spot for kids, his kid must have a soft spot for animals and not feel very comfortable displaying their softer, kinder side. He'll have a talk with them about trying to keep the kitten a secret from him and then he'll have to decide if his kid is responsible enough to continue taking care of the kitten or not. He agrees to let them keep if if they promise not to hide things like this from him in the future. He wants his kid to feel comfortable and safe enough to come to him with their problems, and he feels like it'll negatively impact them by being punished for coming clean about their issues.

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Alex (Random) is bacc from the abyss of AO3, what shit happen

Nightmare: Friend Club was taken over by the cooler Friend Club, Killer bought me a Gatling gun, Dreamtale therapy closet, Dream and Cross are currently in Ink and Error’s bathroom-

Mod Crosssant: oh yeah i should probably get them back home

(She briefly presses her ear to the door, then snaps.)

Mod Crossant: okay they should be in their own rooms, in pajamas, right about now, as for everyone else, it’s getting late so we should wrap up the party pretty soon

(Slowly, everyone heads back home. The party comes to a close, and tomorrow, Sans, Geno, Papyrus, Gaster and Sci will no longer be available for asks. on the bright side tomorrow morning the m!a event starts, same rules as first time, no biological changes to noot or blueberry but you can still like change their clothes and stuff and make them regret all their life decisions or make a happy noot hug dream @falcongirl013, you can even do m!a shits to the mods, wow, event ends when it’s the 27th for both mods, aka midnight mc’s time (mst), merry crisis everyone)

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keelywolfe · 4 years

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FIC: Side Effects ch.2 (baon)

Summary: An unusual chapter without our boys, but instead for Blue and Papyrus. Could be that Blue has some issues, maybe, possibly. (He absolutely does)

Tags: Background Spicyhoney, Background Kustard, Established Relationships, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, PTSD, Discussions of Therapy

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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The midtown traffic was slow, caught in the hours between the morning rush and lunchtime. Blue preferred it that way, carefully guiding his little car along the road. Of course he was a perfectly capable driver, but honestly, the way some people on the road acted when a person dared to drive the speed limit was shameful.

On the seat next to him was a colorfully wrapped box, tied with a neat, curly-tailed bow. Blue wasn’t entirely sure about the gift yet, but a few of the young aides at the Embassy assured him that a handheld gaming system would be an excellent gift for someone who couldn’t get up and around like they were used to. He hoped so; it was as much of an apology as it was a gift, and Blue would hate to do poorly with either.

Normally when he drove through Ebott, Blue had the GPS up on his phone, the sedate voice guiding him along. Today, he hadn’t bothered. He was unfortunately very familiar with the route to Ebott hospital.

Back in Underswap whenever Pappy was ill, Blue took care of him on his own, fretting and caring for him and he never took his brother’s occasional snappishness personally. It wasn’t his fault, he was sick, and that tended to make him grumpy, was all. Here in Ebott, there were doctors to back him up who would urge Pappy to stay in bed when he was ill and be taken care of, to eat nutritious meals that were brought to him, and to quit smoking, rather than stubbornly trying to do things his own way.

His HP was delicate, he needed someone to take care of him.

Or so Blue had always thought.

Not all that long ago, it frustrated him beyond words to see Edge simply allowing Pappy to do as he wished, though Blue never said as much, oh, no. Pappy was an adult and he was married. Blue needed to allow them to make their own way, even if that way was terribly wrong and his Pappy was going to end up ill or worse.

He wondered now at his own pettiness back then, cringing at his occasional, secretive daydreams where Edge would call him frantically about his brother being sick or hurt, and Blue would come in, blazing with healing magic to save him.

After getting to live that particular daydream, Blue could firmly say that the reality of it was a great deal less satisfying than he’d hoped.

Even after that, he’d still believed Edge was wrong with the way he handled his brother. But he’d stood back, trying not to cling as his brother drifted further away from him, greedily snatching up any chance that came his way to offer some expertise whenever Pappy was sick and hurt because he knew, he knew that eventually, they’d come to their senses and take his advice, hopefully before it was too late. Every illness or injury made that sick throb of dread start up in Blue’s chest again, that perhaps this was it, this was the time that--it was too horrible to think of and Blue firmly set the thought aside.

All he could do was keep trying to coax Pappy and Edge around to his way of thinking. Blue believed that...right up until his conversation with Embassy counselor, Tiffanye.

It was supposed to have been a simple mental health assessment. Everyone involved with the recent unfortunateness was required to do it and Blue certainly didn’t mind. He liked talking to people and if a quick chat would reassure Asgore that he was up to returning to work, well, Blue wasn’t about to argue about it like some people.

The reality of it wasn’t quite what he’d expected.

Tiffanye listened, certainly, and asked questions, but they weren’t questions that Blue was expecting. Somehow, she’d taken a simple conversation about the events in California and latched on to an idle comment about him being glad that Edge didn’t allow his brother to come along.

How it was she’d picked that word ‘allow’ apart so…intensely, Blue still wasn’t sure, but she had, and suddenly Blue found himself backtracking, trying to explain he didn’t mean it like that, until their hour was up. He supposed they’d talk about it again at his next session, the one she’d scheduled without asking. He very nearly declined, his mouth already open to assure her that he wasn’t the one who needed therapy, except--

Except. One of the things she’d asked in that calm, easy way of hers was why he was so sure he knew the proper way to handle Pappy, and he’d discovered that he couldn’t answer. Pappy was his brother, yes, but could he say now that he knew Pappy better than anyone? Their day to day lives changed so completely when they’d arrived here, and then even more when Pappy moved out. Blue so desperately wanted to say that yes, he knew best, he did and...he couldn’t.

He wondered somewhat sourly what other perceptions Tiffanye was going to pick apart. Somehow, solving puzzles was less fun when he was the puzzle in question.

But yes, he knew the way Ebott General all too well, knew the best place to park, and the path through the hallways to take when he visited Pappy. Today, though, he wasn’t visiting his brother. Today Pappy was doing just fine, he hoped, at home doing a little caretaking of his own and trying to keep what Blue suspected was likely a very surly Edge off his foot to allow for it to heal.

(and oh, the look on Pappy’s face at the airport, that desperate pain when he saw Blue, the way it deepened when they brought Edge down, he never wanted to see that again, never, not for anything in the world, and the smug confidence that carried him home, knowing that Edge was right to leave him behind broke apart as Blue flung himself into his brother’s waiting arms)

No, today he was visiting Papyrus, who was still there despite all the care and rest he was getting.

Blue’s memories of it all were honestly a bit of a jumbled mess. He had a vague recollection of painfully crawling along the pavement afterward, the sound of the explosion still ringing in his skull, the distant screaming, the heat of it coming through even the shield that Papyrus threw out.

He...didn’t like thinking about that.

The only memory that was very clear was of Papyrus pushing both him and Sans to the ground, his lanky body on top of them, and his shield holding, right up to the point where it didn’t. That was when Papyrus had been thrown away from them and Blue very much wished that the sound of his skull impacting with the pavement was one that he had the option to forget.

The nurse in the ward gave Blue a slight smile and waved him on. Blue walked down the hallway to the room number he’d known for the two weeks belonged to Papyrus and never went to, taking a deep breath and knocking on the door.

“Come in!” It was loud even through the closed door; not even an injury could stifle Papyrus’s enthusiasm.

When Blue stepped inside, he found Papyrus sitting up in the bed and his delight at seeing Blue was warming. “Good morning, salutations, and welcome!”

“Good morning,” Blue said with a smile. There was an underlying desperation in that greeting. Poor Papyrus was probably at his wit’s end after so many days lying in bed. It made the guilt already sitting heavily in Blue’s chest give his soul an extra little kick. “I’m so sorry, I wish I’d been here to see you sooner, but--”

“Stuff and nonsense,” Papyrus scoffed. “You’ve been very busy!” He had, but they all had, the entire Embassy. It was hardly an excuse. Already his eye lights were straying to the hairline crack still visible in Papyrus’s skull and he forcibly pulled them away, refocusing.

It was just difficult to see, was all. Papyrus looked a great deal like his brother, the only real difference was Papyrus’s lack of eye lights, and with him sitting here in a hospital bed wearing ridiculous pajamas with pictures of hot dogs and mustard scattered over them, the resemblance was almost eerie.

But that was ridiculous. All Papyrus had to do was open his mouth and the illusion was broken. Blue pushed that silliness aside and held out the box, saying brightly, “I brought you a present!”

“I should say you didn’t need to, but it would be a lie because I love presents!” Papyrus took the box happily, giving it a gentle shake. “Though I’m not sure why because we don’t have birthdays and you already sent me some puzzle books last week.”

“I wanted to--” thank you, was what Blue meant to say. He owed Papyrus his life, no bones about it. But Papyrus interrupted before he could, settling the unopened box in his lap.

“Thank you very much for the present, I’ll open it in a moment. First, I’d like to ask you a favor and hope that it isn’t rude because I wasn’t expecting a present and now it seems like I want two,” Papyrus announced, and Blue smiled, a little helplessly.

“A favor isn’t a present,” Blue pointed out, “because you can’t give it for Gyftmas. I’d be happy to give one, if you tell me what it is.”

“Wonderful! You see, the doctors tell me that they will be letting me go home soon. Luckily, I have a hard skull,” Papyrus mimed knocking on it and Blue struggled not to flinch. “Only they have reasonable expectations that I am not to live on my own yet because sometimes when I stand up, I also fall down.”

“You what…?”

“So they want me to have a caretaker,” Papyrus went on, relentlessly. “My brother is not much for care or taking, either one or both, and he is going to be staying with Red for a while.”

“Red and Sans are taking up housekeeping together?” That was a juicy bit of gossip. Surprising except really not, if anyone paid a hair of attention, or rather, stayed in a room next to them when they were traveling, honestly, they could learn to keep it down.

Papyrus laughed heartily. “No, no, no, there will not be any housekeeping and I’m sure Edge and I will be forced to go shovel their trash collection away at least twice a year to keep it from overtaking the town. No, Sans said they are living together so they can do their sex things there and not in poor, unsuspecting brother’s hospital rooms.” A lack of eye lights did not in any way hinder Papyrus from turning on the puppy dog eyes. “But! I thought perhaps you would be willing to help?”

Oh. “You want me to stay with you?”

Papyrus beamed as if he’d solved a very complex puzzle. “Yes! At least for a little while and mostly at night. You were a very good caretaker, I told them, when AndyJeff stayed with you.”

“I…” I am a very good caretaker. He was. He knew best, he had to know best. He had to.

The little door at the back of his mind where he stuffed things he didn’t want to think about was shaking, the lock weakened by Tiffanye’s questions earlier that week.

He was a good caretaker, he knew best, he had to, and...and if Pappy had come along to California, he might have...he would have…

He would have tried to shield Blue the same way Papyrus had, only without the generous HP to back it. Papyrus, who looked so much like his brother, more than Edge ever could, who went by Pappy’s name and wore Pappy’s face. His Pappy, always the big brother. Even at his worst moments, he never really forgot it. Pappy who only listened to Blue’s scolding at his own whims and he was excellent at sensing Intent, better than Sans, much better than Edge, and he would have known, would have tried to shield them, and he would have…

Blue didn’t notice the warm wetness trickling from his sockets, didn’t know how long he stood there before Papyrus said his name, his exuberance softened with concern, “Blue?”

Not Sans, not anymore, no one called him Sans, not even Pappy. Papyrus wasn’t his brother and Blue pushed past those reaching hands anyway, crushing the gift box between them to bury his face against the soft pajama shirt Papyrus was wearing. His tears soaked through it immediately. A gentle hand settled on the back of his skull, holding him in and maybe Papyrus wasn’t his brother, didn’t sound like him at all as he crooned soft, nonsense words of comfort, didn’t smell like the honey-sweetness he knew so very well.

But he was here and he was kind, and Papyrus let him cry until Blue felt sick with it, his face sticky with used magic. Blue drew away with a hiccuping breath, searching through his pockets for a handkerchief.

Papyrus handed him a tissue before he could, let him mop up his face before he asked, “Are you all right?”

Blue nodded, not quite trusting his voice.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Papyrus plucked at the wilted ribbon on the crumpled box still in his lap.

“You didn’t,” Blue managed. His voice was thin and hoarse, but it was there. “I think I was already upset.” He lifted his chin determinedly. “But if you want me to help you, I will.”

Papyrus brightened. “You’ll come stay with me, then? Maybe we can take care of each other.” So very sincere and Blue nodded again.

Yes, that seemed like the right decision. These days Jeff stayed over at Antwan's more often than not, anyway. They could help take care of each other.

But he might mention it to Tiffanye. Just in case.

“Let me know when they’re releasing you and I can bring you home,” Blue told him. Somehow, Papyrus’s smile made it easier to find his own. “Now, open your present.”

-fin-

#underswap sans #undertale papyrus #spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 2 years

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Ok i got one The Skele's child comes up to them and tells them they been experiencing the same day For a long time how would they react? like they Are experiencing resets and tell him about Different times that happened . Anyway this is a cool Blog :D :D

I'll go with the boys who can remember the resets :D

Undertale Sans - He hates it. He feels so uncomfortable right now and will do all he can to deviate the talk and never talk about this again. He knows he should explain to the kid what's happening, but he just can't. Sans spent years of therapy to heal and forget what happened Underground, and he doesn't feel like stepping back in this. However, he will have a talk with Frisk to try to understand why the fuck his damn kid is experiencing resets.

Underswap Papyrus - Shit. He had a feeling his kid knew when he asked him several times the same question before, but he wasn't sure it was this. Well, now he can't really play coward, right? He sighs loudly and ask his kid to sit down. Honey already told everything to his brother, so he decides to do it now with his child. It will be a long painful talk, but in the end, everyone is feeling better.

Underfell Sans - "Ya probably just dream, kid." Yeah, no, he's not talking about it with his child. On the other hand, Frisk better be ready because he's coming to put their head in their shit. They promised to stop reset, and he thought it might have started again too. Someone is going to have a bad time.

Horrortale Sans - Ah yes, brillant idea to tell a big traumatised skeleton that resets are still a thing and that he might just get stuck Underground again one of these days because Frisk is getting bored. He will totally react well (no). Oak is having a panic attack and he won't say why. To everyone around him, he's just speaking incoherently about terrible things and won't answer to anyone. He needs a moment to calm down.

Horrorfell Sans - He's not sure of what to do. Copper is still very salty about his lost arm and he is still sure that if Undyne was not such a cheater he could have beaten her up with his bro. Between his family and revenge, the choice is a bit difficult. He could kill Undyne right at the beginning and maybe everything would have been different? But on the other hand, he can't sacrifice his family and will go search for Frisk for a talk. He's more calm than Red so it will go better.

Swapfell Papyrus - "... AH." Wow, he didn't think he would have this talk today. But like Honey, he already talk about it to his brother, so it's no big deal. However, he will ask soon after to his brother to watch Chara more closely. If the kid is playing with resets again, he won't hesitate one second to kill them for good.

Outertale Sans - He's actually in pretty good terms with his Frisk and knows they're loading from time to time just to get out of trouble. He's fine with it. He will keep the secret though and will also act like his child is just dreaming. Maybe he'll tell them when they grow up, but not today.

Ink - "It's okay. See that Mountain over there? Well a kid is doing a genocide right now, but it will be better soon." Welp. Ink's child is not taking this very well and goes to Mount Ebott to save monsterkind themself now. Thanks Ink, helpful as always!

Error - "Oh really? Don't worry, Dad is going to take care of that dirty glitch." He teleports in the Mountain, erases Frisk and goes back to his life. And that's how starts Horrortale.

Dustale Sans - He's laughing. Hysterically. Dune is not doing ok right now. He thought it was over, that he can finally pass to something else. But no, that damn kid had to ruin everything. He's going to hunt Frisk down. They can't respect their truce? Good, him neither. That's not going to end well, Dune is not losing his new family.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #horrorfell #swapfell #outertale #ink sans #error sans #dustale #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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yastaghr · 4 years

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What We Do For Family Chapter 2

This chapter got a little away from me, but please enjoy!

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22254547/chapters/55258315

Reaper swung his scythe and cut through the fabric of the universe, opening a portal to another AU. He had to duck to fit through because he was unusually taller than normal.

“Daddy! I do!” Goth shouted angrily from his position on Reaper’s back. He was gripping Reaper’s ribs with his legs tight enough to hurt, but Reaper didn’t care. It just felt good to be touching him.

Reaper so rarely was able to touch another monster. He could touch the other gods, but most of them weren’t speaking to him. They were furious after what he had done to Life. Nevermind that she had been dead and bringing her to the Land of the Dead was the only way to bring her back. They were sure it had been his hand that had killed her. It hadn’t, and as soon as Reaper found that damned Chaos then he could prove it. In the meantime he was almost alone except for his brother and Goth. He thanked Life every day for helping Geno and him bring their little light into the world. Why wouldn’t he? Goth was wonderful.

“i know you can, but remember how big your portals are? you and i together wouldn’t fit through. how about you open up a portal and come home by yourself? does that sound good?” Reaper tried to reason with him.

“Hmph!” Goth said, pouting. Reaper could just hear it in his voice. Oh well. He’d settle Goth down for a nap once they got back.

“HO! STRANGERS! HALT YOUR PROGRESS OR FACE THE WROTH OF THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS!” A familiar voice called out. Reaper looked up and smiled. Standing about 20 feet away was the tall and sharply-dressed figure of Edge, the Papyrus of Underfell and one of Geno’s adopted brothers.

Geno called back, half giggling, in his traditional response. “The God of Death stops for no monster! Bow before him or die!”

Reaper frowned when Edge didn’t respond as he usually did. He usually shouted, with a twinkle in his eye, “THE GOD OF DEATH IS, OF COURSE, HONORED HERE!” and then bowed. Instead he screeched, “I RECOGNISE NO GOD OF DEATH, FOR I REFUSE TO DIE! FIGHT ME OR PERISH!”

Goth’s little hands clutched at Reaper’s hood. Reaper, completely silently, reached up and lifted Goth down to the ground. He knelt and said, “hey, goth. uncle edge and i need to have a private chat. can you show off how good you are at portals and head home? i’ll come and get you.”

Goth nodded and scurried off behind a tree- or, at least, he tried to. He squeaked as blue magic pinned him down to the ground. Reaper spun and glared at Edge, absolutely furious. “don’t you know better than to harm a child? let him go or face me for real, papyrus. and rest assured that i do not play around with those who threaten my family.”

Edge flushed and dropped his hand, hiding it behind his back. A gasp of air from Goth told Reaper that he had been released. He waited until he heard the sound of Goth’s portal closing behind him before he sighed.

“I RELEASED HIM AS YOU ASKED ME, STRANGER. NOW TELL ME WHY YOU DARE COME INTO MY TERRITORY!”

Reaper sighed. “you have no memory of me, do you? do you remember your brother, geno?”

Edge growled at him. “I HAVE ONLY ONE BROTHER, AND HIS NAME IS RED. GET OUT OF MY TERRITORY BEFORE I KILL YOU FOR WHATEVER PALTRY EXP YOU BRING ME.”

Reaper bowed to him, backing up slowly and never taking his eyes off Edge. “i’ll just take my leave, then. try not to need me to come here too soon, brother-in-law. you may not know me, but i certainly know you, and i will not hesitate to reap you when your time comes. tell your brother i said hi~”

He hastily backed through a portal into their home before Edge’s angry squak could become an attack. He couldn’t help the wicked smile that played across his face. He loved making Edge squak, and if their world really did Reset, as he now suspected, then it would be a long time before he could do it again. Their world was supposed to be locked. It did not speak well to Geno’s health that his lock had failed. Reaper quickly put that thought out of his head. Geno was fine. Fine! He was just… missing.

The thought of how long it had been was knocked from him as little Goth barreled into his legs. Reaper knelt down and smiled at his son. It quickly faded in the face of Goth’s expression. “hey, gothy. why the long face?”

Big, soggy tears dripped down Goth’s face. He tried to wipe them away, but they just kept coming. “Why did Uncle Edge not say the right thing? Why did he make me blue? We weren’t training. He only does that in training. Did I do something wrong to make him mad? Do I need to apologize?”

Reaper shook his head sadly. “no, goth, this isn’t your fault. something happened in their world that made him forget about us. you’ve heard mommy and i talking about the resets, right?”

Goth nodded and sniffed. “Yeah, but I don’t know what they are. It didn’t make any sense.”

Reaper pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to his son. It was huge in Goth’s small hands and soaked up the tears really well. “it doesn’t make a lot of sense when you know what it is, either. they’re a very not-good thing. you know uncle fresh’s video games?” Reaper asked.

Goth nodded. Reaper felt relieved. Resets were so much harder to explain without that analogy available to you.

“well, have you ever reset one of those games?” His son only looked confused. Reaper sighed. There went the easiest explanation. “okay. so, imagine you’re playing one of those games. you’re having a good time with the easy parts, but then it gets harder. you remember how much fun those easy parts were, right? but you can’t just walk back to those areas and have it be the same, can you?” Goth nodded slowly. “so, you could go on to play new parts and hope they’ll be easier and more fun, or you could reset the game. a reset is like… making the game forget that you’ve already played it. you can go back to the very beginning and play the game like it’s brand new. does that make sense?”

Goth’s brow furrowed. “But what does that have to do with Uncle Edge? He’s not in a video game.”

Reaper chuckled darkly. “he… kind of is, goth. all the different universes we visit with our portals are like their own video games, and almost all of them can be reset by certain people. it happens more in some worlds than others. it’s been a really long time since uncle edge’s and uncle red’s world reset, but that’s what happened. uncle edge doesn’t remember anything when there’s a reset, because he meets us during the game. once he meets us again we can go visit him, okay goth? just… not yet.”

“What about Uncle Red?” Goth asked quickly, “Will he remember us?”

Reaper smiled at his son,hoping this little bit of news would cheer him up. “he will. it wouldn’t surprise me if he didn’t show up in a bit to hang out with you, once uncle edge tells him about us. you can ask him to play a game with you, okay goth?”

Goth didn’t look super excited about that idea. “But what about training with Uncle Edge? He promised me he was going to teach me how to turn someone blue next session!”

“and he will!” Reaper promised his son, “it’s just going to be a while before that next session. okay? in the meantime, do you think you can draw uncle edge a bunch of pictures? imagine you’re telling him the story of how you met! that way you can catch him up on you and your life!”

This idea got Goth more excited. He loved to draw people pictures at the moment. Reaper thought it might be because of his friend, Palette. Goth really wanted to impress him for some reason. It was cute! Sometimes Reaper wondered about what Goth felt about Palette, but Goth seemed to want to keep that a secret. Reaper could respect that. It was a harmless secret for the little one to keep from him, so he would let Goth keep it.

Reaper watched his son pull out the crayons and the construction paper and sighed. He needed a little time to himself. Hopefully Red wouldn’t turn up while he was gone.

Only once he had retreated to their bedroom and closed the door did Reaper let himself cry. Big, soggy blue tears bubbled up from his eye sockets and slid down his face. He tried to stay quiet; he didn’t want to worry Goth. It was damn near impossible, though. He was devastated. How could Geno’s lock fail? He’d helped him set it. Underfell #13 should never have Reset ever again. Geno had promised Red it wouldn’t. What did it mean that his promise had been broken? Was he…

No. He wouldn’t think like that. He couldn’t think like that. He just had to keep searching. Without Goth. He couldn’t survive seeing his little Gothy hurt like this again. He just couldn’t.

Footsteps echoed in the booming silence that was the Anti-Void. If he was going to be trapped here, it might as well have a name; at least, that’s what Geno thought. He was pacing back and forth in the endless expanse of white, full of nervous energy and tears.

Then the barest whisper of a voice from behind him had Geno spinning around. Wild hope fluttered in his chest like a newborn butterfly. Then confusion replaced it. There was nothing there. There was no one there. But he could have sworn that there had been a voice. It had sounded so…

<Hey. Hey! Hey, you!>

Geno spun again, certain that someone else must have fallen victim to the Anti-Void. There was nothing.

<Wait, he can hear us?>

Geno slapped himself none-too-gently to try and wake himself up out of his hallucination. It had to be that, right?

<Geno, hi! You can hear us now, right? Say something to prove it, please?>

He hugged himself tightly. He was finally going crazy! Great! Now he was going to have to go on medicine and do therapy all over again. Absolutely wonderful. Not.

He froze. His soulmate and their son were crying? No! They needed to be happy! They shouldn’t cry. Not now, not when he couldn’t be there to comfort them. That was awful!

Geno pulled out his picture and traced the images of little Gothy and Reaper with his other hand. The tears were spilling out now once again. He had no idea how he was still making them. He hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in days.

“i promise i’ll come back to you, goth, reaper. no matter what happens i’ll see you again.”

#reapertale sans #reapertale #aftertale #aftertale sans #afterdeath #glitcheddeath #destructivedeath #goth #yastaghr

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creative-poptart · 5 years

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UF/US Papyrus & SF/US Sans think their S/O is cheating on them, but in reality, is visiting their sibling who lost their legs and is now in physical therapy. So they follow them anndddd....

You somehow managed to pick all the bois who would get jealous about cheating perfectly (save for US Sans, he’s a little iffy about that call)! Congrats! Now to write!

UF Papyrus/Fell: He’s quite possibly the easiest to make jealous on this list, given that in his world if you didn’t get someone and impress them enough to keep them, they would do stuff like cheat. When you start having your little outings without him, at first Fell pays them no mind, thinking you’re hanging out with work friends or something similar. The more frequently they occur though, the more worried he gets about they idea that you might be cheating. He’s going to follow you one or two days, then get increasingly frustrated with himself that he’s not good enough. Fell can only handle so much, so he’s going to confront you fairly quickly, but you’ll be more than happy to take him over to visit. Suffice to say, he’s now thoroughly embarrassed and much less worried about what you were doing.

“WELL WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO THINK WHEN YOU JUST STARTED LEAVING?? YOU NEVER EVEN EXPLAINED WHY YOU WERE GOING!”

“You’re right about that.... How about we keep our communication open to each other then?”

“THAT SOUNDS LEAGUES BETTER THAN WHAT WE WERE DOING BEFORE.”

US Papyrus/Stretch: Stretch really is more laid back than any of the bois on this list so this would have been happening for awhile before he even starts to be concerned. He really trusts you, but once that little voice in the back of his head starts going, it’s hard to stop it from speaking to him. It’s going to taunt him, pointing out all the things he hates about himself and what the other person is like that you’d go to them instead of him. He’s going to observe and sit in agony for a day or two, then ask you what exactly you’re going out and doing. When you explain, he relaxes, then asks if there’s any way that he can help you out. Stretch already knew that he could trust you, and this just soothes the fears he had before they got too far out of hand.

“heh, thanks for giving this bag o’ bones a shot at figuring out what was going on. i really appreciate that you didn’t leave me in the dark.”

“Of course, why would I want to leave you hanging with a false assumption?”

“i dunno, you know how it gets sometimes, but we’re all good now.”

SF Sans/Black: He really wants to make sure that you as his S/O get the best of treatment at all times, so the fact that you are no longer telling him what you’re doing is concerning. Black is prone to analyze and perhaps overanalyze some things, so while you’re doing whatever, he’s managed to check in with a few of your friends, asking how you were. They all tell him that you’re not with them, but one drops a hint that there’s an injured/disabled person in this mix that has nothing to do with cheating. He will check that himself with you, and when you let him know, Black feels really guilty that he even considered that you might cheat. It points out how much faith he has in you, and that stings because he should have lots of it, but he fell apart at one thought.

“IS THERE ANYTHING THAT I CAN DO TO HELP MAKE UP FOR THE FACT THAT I WAS... CONCERNED IN THE WRONG WAYS?”

“You can come with me? I always need a helping hand when I’m working with my sib, their care can be difficult for one person.”

“CONSIDER IT DONE, YOU WILL NO LONGER BE BY YOURSELF!”

US Sans/Blue: This boi is the literal hardest to get to feel any sort of jealousy regarding cheating, because he has incredible faith in you as his S/O and an abundance of confidence in himself. Someone else would have to suggest the idea to him first, and continue to suggest it for Blue to even consider that a possibility. You going out every now and then is fine, just as long as he knows where you’re going and when you expect to be back! If you don’t exactly know when you’ll finish with the thing, just call or text him and it should be okay. Should he actually start to doubt a little bit, he’s going to be upfront with you about it and ask you as soon as he can, no need to beat around the bush. When you tell him, all his confidence and faith is restored and all is well in his book.

“NOT TO WORRY MY PRECIOUS DATEMATE! I HAD FULL FAITH IN YOU THE ENTIRE TIME THAT YOU HAD BEEN OUT AND ABOUT!”

“Is that why you asked me about it then? Just to clarify the truth?”

“MWEH HEH HEH! PRECISELY! YOU ARE SO SMART AND WONDERFUL!”

Thanks for the ask @an-ironic-cheesecake!!

#undertale #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #underfell #underfell papyrus #underswap #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #swapfell #swapfell sans #poptartasks #tarts answers

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spacegate · 5 years

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The Best Revenge: Ch 2

An Undertale Fanfiction

Chapters: 1 | 2 | / AO3 / FF.NET / Characters: Sans, Grillby, Papyrus, Royal Doggies, Gaster, Undyne, Alphys, OCs Setting: Baby Blaster AU **Fic Contains: **Mentions of past child / medical abuse. Hurt / Comfort. Kids going through therapy. Healing. Dadby. Flashbacks to bad things. **Synopsis: **It’s been almost a full year since little Sans and Papyrus were rescued from W. D. Gaster. Scarred from their experiences, both children will need extra care to come to terms with what happened to them. Now as their father, Grillby needs to guide them through both their recovery and life outside the laboratories. Life is full of ups and downs, but Grillby will try his best. After all, they say that living well is the best revenge. Part two of the TRUST trilogy.

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001-S paced around their cage with careful, practiced steps. It was only a few cycles of light since they were able to move. Walking was a challenge and they didn’t receive help from the strange creatures in white. All they got from them was cold indifference, no matter how much they squeaked at them. They didn’t seem to hate them: they just had nothing to feel at all for them at all.

It was confusing, but then again, everything was. They were brand-new, after all.

They didn’t know how many cycles of dark and light has happened since they first awoke. They were in a clear place that was hard when he drifted close enough to touch it. It had all been strange. Blurry faces would press up against the clear place to look at them, but at least they were warm.

Until they took him out of the warm place and into the cold. The first sensation they ever felt was pain as something sharp and hot on their leg bit down. They had cried out but nobody answered. They couldn’t understand what the white creatures were saying and didn’t understand what they were doing.

The white creatures just didn’t care...and they felt it in their young soul. It was perhaps the thing that frightened them the most.

That was many light times ago. They had grown a little bigger and there hadn’t been a pain like the bite on his leg since. What a strange bite it was, all lines made by teeth they couldn’t even see.

They stopped pacing, tired for the moment, and laid down on the cold steel.

They had heard the creatures in white say something about an ‘ex-pera-ment’. They figured he’d find out what that was soon enough.

He sighed and closed his eyes.

Sans bolted upward with a gasp, clunking the top of his skull against something hard and wooden. Fingers gripped the carpet and blankets under him as he reeled from the sudden pain.

What?

Where?

He opened his eyes, expecting to see the bars of a cage. He expected to feel steel. He expected pain and sensations of cold.

But what he actually saw was half the world in darkness, and the other half showing carpet and fairy lights. The carpet was soft, and he was warm in a thick sweater and fluffy blanket.

He took a moment to think and realized he was home.

Not a cage. Not the labs. Home.

He calmed down at that, lying back down in his position under the bed to rub his cranium. Ow. His thump had knocked some pieces of candy and packaged granola bars stashed away in the support beams down. He remembered. This was where packaged food was stored, ‘just in case’. Dad had no problem with that, as long as what was opened got eaten so the crumbs wouldn’t get everywhere.

He thought back to what happened before he fell asleep to chase away the lingering visions of steel and harsh lights. He was playing downstairs with his brother and father. Papyrus ran him around as he seemed to have limitless energy. Then he got tired, and went upstairs to nap.

He couldn’t figure out how long he had been asleep; he’d been sleeping quite a lot lately.

But wait, where was Papyrus?

A cold start jolted down his spine in panic. He may have been able to wake up from dreams of his past, but the anxiety of his brother being elsewhere was one he had no defense against. He gasped and shot out from under the bed, faster than he usually moved, and nearly tumbled down the stairs in his haste to find his brother.

“pap? PAP?”

He tripped and took a small tumble, landing against the legs of his adoptive father. Thankfully, they were soft legs, as they didn’t have bones, just pure fire. Sans grunted, stuck upside down and wedged in between his father’s legs and the carpeted stair-step.

“Sans? Are you okay?”

Grillby’s voice was full of worry, and it was worrisome to see a distressed child nearly throw themselves down the stairs in order to get to the bottom faster.

“where’s pap?” Sans ignored the question like usual. He rarely, if ever, focused on himself at any given time.

“In the living room, just like he was an hour ago.” Grillby reached down and grasped Sans under his arms, lifting him up and setting the skeleton back on his feet. He began to check for any cuts or bruises. “I was just coming to wake you.”

“is he okay?” Sans continued as Grillby tucked him into his arms, turning to carry him away from the stairs.

“Of course he is. Why do you think he would not be?”

Sans didn’t have an answer to that. He just felt like he had to know. He didn’t know how to put his feelings into proper words, so he stayed silent as he was carried into the living room and set down on the floor.

Sans was instantly relieved to see that, indeed, Papyrus was just fine. He was having a blast with some rainbow-colored stacking cups, humming to himself as toddlers tend to do. He was also surrounded by a mess of other toys. Clearly, Papyrus was not about to run out of things to do.

“HI!” The little skeleton greeted the other with a large smile...before stuffing a cup into his jaws to chew on it.

“See? He is fine. I’m keeping an eye on him, after all.” Grillby did his best to reassure the elder skeleton.

Sans just nodded and watched his brother play for a moment. For a moment, he could almost see the casts and bandages on his tiny brother’s limbs as he toddled about. He had remembered how weak he would feel in the cage, unable to stop anyone from taking little P-2...Papyrus...away to do terrible things to him. Sans rubbed the rough semi-healed etched marks on his left radius. Sometimes it was hard to stop thinking of the times before. It was hard to truly feel safe.

Warmth touched his side as his adoptive father took a seat next to him, so they could watch the youngest play together. Sans didn’t say it, but he did feel better immediately from the close contact.

“It won’t be long until Papyrus can speak full sentences.” Grillby remarked.

“he’s smart.” It was an easy reply to that.

“So are you.” Sans could hear the smile on the older monster’s voice. Sans had nothing to say in reply.

Grillby continued after a moment of silence. “You know. I’m always here if you want to talk.”

“...talk about what?” Sans honestly didn’t quite understand what Grillby was saying. Sure, Sans didn’t say all that much, but he did make sure to tell his father if he wanted more to eat or telling Papyrus that he was good. He also made sure to tell everyone that he loved him. To him, it was plenty of talking, and all he really needed.

“Your feelings. Dreams. Whatever you like, I’m hear to listen.”

Sans thought for a moment. Here were things in the edges of his mind that he had questions for. But he couldn’t find the right words, at least for now, on how to express them.

“ok.” Sans finally said with a yawn.

They sat again in comfortable silence. There wasn’t much that could be said, but there was plenty to be felt. Right now Sans felt content and safe, and that was good enough for him. He liked the quiet. He liked how softly his father spoke. It was warm and gentle, so completely different from a life of cold and violence. Sans leaned on his father’s side, soothed enough that he felt like he could take another nap, right here.

That was, until he noticed something odd.

In the corner of the room, there seemed to be a patch of color missing. The yellow wall was faded to a light gray. But when he blinked, it was yellow again.

He shook his head. He must be tired. Seeing with one eye was more taxing than having two—all the more reason to get some shut-eye. He settled down to rest his head on the warmest and softest lap ever. Grillby smoothed his head gently with a hand of fire and Sans closed his eyes.

Once again, he was asleep, but this time, there weren’t any nightmares.

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How interesting...

For a moment, Gaster could swear that 001-S had saw him. The creature looked right at him, but then quickly lost interest to be useless and lazy again. He had been trying to get noticed, after all.

He would need further testing.

He, for a moment, wondered if the chip he had implanted in 001-S was still active. He wasn’t aware enough to know the full extent of damage that 001-S sustained in the CORE. When he had somehow dragged himself back into reality, 001-S was already on the path of healing.

There must be something he could do.

He was in a place that defied all laws of reality and nature, a place worse than hell. He had no help, no codex or anything to help him figure out this place. He was on his own, with just the scientific method and time on his hands.

There must be some connection between him and his creations that kept him tied to this world.

He had used parts of his own matter to create the beasts. Skeleton monsters were incredibly rare, yet powerful. There were none stronger than himself; the ones that weren’t strong either died in the war or fell down years ago. It made sense to use his magical makeup as a template.

It was proven that monster souls, unlike humans, couldn’t persist after death. But he was surely dead, and still here. Maybe he still existed in the living world, as unlikely as that was. Maybe he could only truly ‘die’ once they both did.

Gaster’s mind spun as he considered the implications. He could find a way to end his creations, but there could be multiple outcomes.

One. His creations died, and he died along with them, no longer bound to them or this void. There would just be nothing, no more torment of being bound to his killer. It might be the most favorable outcome, to be honest.

Two. Nothing happens. They die, but he still lives. Still in the same situation as before, but this time, with nothing interesting to do. At least now he could still somehow apply the scientific method and get something useful out of this madness, something to keep his mind sharp. He would rather not stay trapped here if he could help it.

Three. His creations die, and end up with him here, in the void. An interesting predicament, but he was sure his creations would still obey him...after a bit of re-education of course. However, there would be nothing to do with them...at least, not without his tools. They’d just be as useless to him here as they were out there.

Four. They die, and somehow, he ends up back in reality. Almost like a trade, in a sense. He couldn’t theorize how such a thing could work, but then again this void defied all senses of logic and nature.

He hummed to himself, watching the fire monster interact with the beasts.

He needed more data before he decided just what to do.

It wasn’t like he was leaving them anytime soon anyway.

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Snow crunched under boots on the undisturbed ground of the forest. Sans, Papyrus, and Undyne were outside again in the cold, marching off into the thick woods. Sans held Papyrus' hand in one glove, and a basket in another. They at least had a picnic basket with them with lunch that their father had packed for them all. It didn’t seem like Undyne was going to stop to eat any time soon as she ducked under the heavy boughs of pine trees.

“where are we going again?” Sans sighed, not quite in the mood to go traveling all over the place. When Undyne showed up at their door asking them to come out to play, she mentioned she wanted to take them somewhere. She had made sure to whisper that last part out of earshot of their father, which gave everything an air of mystery. Papyrus was instantly excited about an adventure, and wherever Pap went, Sans went.

“You’ll know when you see it!” Undyne was in the front, breaking a path through the snow. Sans was at least grateful she was doing that; breaking snow was hard. Undyne’s convenient habit let him walk in her footprints and travel easier.

“so far all I have seen are pine cones.”

“Trust me, it's a lot cooler than pine cones!”

“PINE KONES.” Papyrus happily chirped. He had a pine cone in one of his hands that he decided to keep. It smelled nice and interesting, so of course he had to have it.

“yeh pap, pine cones.” The elder brother made sure to sound out the word for the younger brother.

“PINE!”

“yep, you got it bro.”

Undyne snorted and continued to lead on. Together they crossed a bridge over a very steep canyon. Both boys needed some convincing to get across, but they could appreciate the view once they were safely on the other side. A whole underground valley stretched out before them. A vast ocean of snow was flecked by pockets of evergreen trees. A few houses in the dark had their lights on, which shone like jewels from far away. A river flowed through it all, streaming down into Snowdin. It was beautiful.

And then, they reached a wall.

A wall with an elegantly carved door. Sans recognized the symbol etched into the door, as he had seen it here and there. Usually King Asgore had it on him somewhere when he would come to visit. That was when he had to be ‘fancy’ and ‘official’, things that Sans had no clue about. Some of the guards had it on their armor. He never asked for the official name, but he did recognize it.

“that’s weird.” Sans looked up at the huge door, dwarfing all three kids in sheer size and height.

“I know right? I found this yesterday when I was exploring,” Undyne sounded proud of herself. “I had no idea this was here! This has got to be one of the end points of the Underground.”

“but why is there a door there?” Sans hesitantly reached up to touch it. The door was cold, and was filmy with grime and ice flakes. Clearly, it hadn’t been opened in a long time—there wasn’t even a knob or handle to open it.

“I dunno, but I tried to open it.” Undyne crowded besides the skeleton to examine the door further. “I looked all around for a secret switch or something, but found nothing.”

“maybe you need a password? like in the movies?”

Papyrus waddled to the door and patted it. “OPEN. PLEESE?”

The door remained firmly shut.

“oh well, it was a good try pap.” Sans patted his little brother’s head. “i don't think it’ll be that simple.”

“I haven’t tried... maybe you need magic to open it?” Undyne said thoughtfully. She then stood back and grunted as she concentrated hard, and with a little shimmer, a little blue spear was clutched In her hand. It wasn’t much bigger than a stick, but when it came to making something with magic, Undyne was way ahead of both boys.

She poked the door with the magical spear a few times. When nothing happened she dispelled it with a sizzle. “Darn.”

“maybe it wasn’t meant to open, undyne.”

Undyne growled and bared her sharp teeth. “But I wanna know what’s behind it! It could be anything! Something cool, maybe!” Her voice, however, was tinged with a bit of concealed worry.

Sans just shrugged and watched Papyrus tap the door with his pinecone.

There was a moment of silence, before Undyne turned to look at Sans, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Hey...Sans...”

“yeah?” Sans wasn’t too sure if he liked that look.

“Can you turn into your dog thing and blast it open?”

“...no.”

Undyne sighed in frustration. “Ugggh why not? You can spit crazy powerful laser beams out of your mouth! It’s bound to take down this door!”

“because i don’t feel like it.” It was true: Sans just didn’t feel up to it. It was all he had to even walk all the way out here. Just imagining powering up a blast seemed like it would take more out of him then they would gain.

“That’s so lame Sans! It wouldn’t even take a lot of blasting! Just one?”

“no.” Sans furrowed his brow at his friend. “and before you ask, papyrus can’t either. he’s too little.”

Undyne groaned and gripped her hair. “Dude, seriously. You can do it. Dad said that you blew up a lot of stuff before! It would be easy.”

Yes, It had been easy. It was also easy to kill another monster. Sans’ eyes went blank as he thought about it. He was made to destroy. The last thing he wanted was to do so unless it was really needed. He wasn’t what he was made to be, he was different. His Dad said so.

“easy for you. but not for me.” Sans bent down to scoop up his brother, feeling tired all of a sudden. “come on, let's forget about the door for now.”

“But don’t you wanna know what's on the other side?”

Sans shook his head, tucking his brother up on his shoulder. “nah. it might be locked up for a reason, ya know? better to leave it alone.”

Undyne huffed and put her hands on her hips. “From what Alphys told me, if she didn’t break that weird lock in the lab, you guys wouldn’t have gotten out. I don’t....” She trailed off a moment, and rubbed her arm in thought.

That made Sans freeze in his steps. He wondered for a moment if Undyne was trying to manipulate him, but he couldn’t feel any malice from her. She was their friend, and she seemed to have gotten it in her head now that there could be something awful behind every locked door. Something that could be hurt and tormented children. After all, from what she had heard from her dads, there was more than just himself and his brother in that terrible place.

An inkling of doubt began to swirl in his head. Yes, there was a big, mysterious door out in the end of the underground. The scientists that made him were either in jail, or dead. That didn’t mean there couldn’t be more scientists in another secret place. Or, just more labs hidden around. Labs that could have more things like him.

“...you’re right.” Sans conceded and turned around. He’ll hold out Papyrus. “here, take him and i’ll see what I can do.”

He expected Undyne to whoop and holler at that, but surprisingly, she took Papyrus quietly and nodded. His little brother settled nicely in her arms and proceeded to start drooling all over them.

Sans shook himself out to get out some kinks in his bones, before they began to change and snap into new configurations. It didn’t take long for Sans to be on all fours again, shaking himself out again like his canine friends. He sneezed. The only bad thing about this form was that wayward snowflakes would find their way into his nose, which was very uncomfortable.

“You ready?” Undyne backed up with Papyrus to a safe distance.

Sans huffed, and padded up to the door to smell it. His nose worked a lot better like this, and he took his time touching his snout to the stone door and smelling deeply. A tickle of strong, but old magic made him back up a little. There wasn’t any smells of any other monsters around or even under the snow. He examined the door further, and scratched it a little with his claws. They left no mark on the stone. If anyone could figure out how to get this puzzle of a door open, it would probably be Papyrus. A much older Papyrus, and they didn’t have time to wait years for him to stop eating jigsaw puzzle pieces.

Sans backed up by about a meter, locking his limbs up and straightening out his tail behind him. Magic in his throat began to hum and glow a bright blue as his jaws split, rising in pitch before finally -

KSSSK!

The hot beam directly hit the door, sizzling and blinding in brightness. He poured on the magic he could spare for a good five seconds before he had to stop, coughing out steam and leftover magic.

When the brightness and haze of magic cleared, the snow was completely melted around them.

But the door didn’t even have a scorch mark on it.

Sans sat down on his haunches, surprised. Their magic beams were pretty dangerous and could cause a lot of damage, but he didn’t even leave a mark on the door.

Undyne started. “...huh? It didn’t work?”

Sans shifted back so he could talk, still sitting. “doesn’t seem like it.”

“Darn!” Undyne kicked at the bare dirt. “I was sure it would work!”

Sans wearily got to his feet and brushed off his pants. “sorry.”

“Nah, don’t be sorry Sans. I guess this just means we have to tell someone. My dad maybe? Or maybe yours? No offense Sans, but your dad is old. He might know about it.”

“Maybe…” Sans felt...wobbly. A sense of fatigue started to weigh him down. Just moving his legs was taking a lot of effort. “...maybe…”

“Sans?” Undyne sounded concerned and began to walk over.

Sans continued to wobble, his eye lights dimming in his sockets. He wanted to sleep so much. He couldn’t stop his eyes from closing before he lost all mobility. Unable to balance, he felt himself fall, and hit the dirt. The last thing he heard before everything went dark and silent was Undyne and Papyrus screaming.

He could just...take a quick nap. One quick nap. That’s all…

He fell deeply asleep, and heard and thought no longer.

“Sans? Can you hear me?” Grillby knelt next to the children’s bunk bed, holding the small skeletal hand that belonged to his eldest son. Sans was tucked into bed along with his brother. No matter how many times Papyrus yelled at his brother, he still wouldn’t wake up. He knew something was wrong when a tearful Undyne nearly kicked down the front door, carrying both skeletons in her arms. Sans was deeply unconscious and between Undyne and Papyrus screaming, he had no idea what had happened.

The only thing he thought to do was call Undyne’s parents to the house and somehow handle the situation. The only thing that kept him from wanting to tear the underground apart was Undyne’s tearful ‘He fell asleep and won’t wake up’ explanation. So, nobody had hurt him. But something was still very wrong. He had a suspicion that something wasn’t right with how much Sans was sleeping and how much energy he lacked. He assumed he would perk up after several months of care, but he didn’t. He of course, was stronger and much more stable, but one could sense the fatigue that had settled into the little skeleton’s soul and colored all his actions.

It didn’t take long for Gnash and Frank to arrive. Gnash saw to his daughter, hugging and rubbing her back as she cried into his shoulder. Frank immediately got to work on Sans, working around Papyrus who refused to leave his brother.

Grillby had no idea that Frank knew that many diagnostic spells. It seemed like Frank wasn’t pulling any punches here, and was worried just like everyone else.

So here Grillby was, holding that tiny little hand in his own, hoping that the warmth of his fire could be felt. Maybe it would comfort the skeleton in his unconscious world. He didn’t seem to be dreaming. He simply laid there like a broken toy.

“Let him wake up on his own, Grillby. All you can do is wait.” Frank sighed and put away some of his tools.

“Please tell me what’s wrong with my son.” Grillby felt his soul clench with those words. He was beyond worried. He was scared.

“I can’t tell you what just yet, I have to do more tests…” Frank sighed and looked at the sleeping child. “We’ll have to take him to New Home Hospital. I don’t have the tools here for a proper scan.”

“He is not going to like that.” Grillby shifted a little to be more comfortable on the floor. “Are you sure it is necessary?”

“I know what you mean, old friend. I know it’s going to be incredibly stressful for him, but it’s not like we can bring an entire hospital here.” Frank sounded sympathetic. “Eventually he’s going to have to learn how to cope with medical environments, and he’s not going to be alone for all of it.”

“I know...but still…” Grillby exhaled a small plume of smoke, frustrated with the situation.

Gnash poked his head in through the open doorway. “Hello, how is he, dear?”

Frank shook his head at his husband. “He’s stable. He isn’t falling down. He just...won’t wake up. He seems to be deeply in sleep more than anything else. We’ll have to do more tests to find out why.”

“Damn...that sucks.” Gnash frowned. “Anyway, I got what happened from Undyne. Apparently, they were trying to break down a door in the woods, somewhere at the mountain border. He blasted it, but then collapsed soon after.”

“What door in the woods?” Frank rubbed behind his gills. “And why in the hell were they trying to break it down?”

“Undyne was worried there might be another...you know…” Gnash tilted his head at the skeletons in the bed. “Another situation like theirs. She convinced Sans to help her. Undyne is going to take me to the spot later.”

“How is she?” Grillby asked. “She was very upset when she arrived with the boys.”

“She’s feelin’ a little better. Still shaken but now she knows she didn’t accidentally kill her friend or anything. She’s downstairs with some hot cocoa.”

Grillby shook his head. What a terrible, frightening thing for a small child to experience. Not to mention, her thinking that there are more cases like Sans and Papyrus out there. “Gnash, did you find any more labs?”

“We did. But they were either devoted to completely different projects or neglected entirely. We combed those places top to bottom but didn’t see anything relating to the kids in there.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Grillz, we’re sure. There isn’t going to be more kids in trouble like that. Still, I think it's time to have Undyne see a counselor about this.”

Grillby nodded to that. He didn’t know if Alphys was seeing one too, but he knew for sure his boys needed one. He just wasn’t sure how to go about it. They weren’t comfortable with strangers at all, and certainly not enough to tell their darkest and most painful memories.

Frank finished packing up his bag. “I’ll go ahead and get those tests ready. I’ll need you to explain what’s going to happen, try to get the kids comfortable, and explain that I’m just going to see what’s wrong and nothing else. I don’t want to scare them anymore than you do.”

“You can’t handle them with kid gloves forever though.” Gnash tilted his head to his husband. “They’re tough. It’s one thing to be careful, but they aren’t fragile anymore Grillby. You have to let them get scared once in a while. It's how they learn how to deal with things.”

“Within reason.” Frank replied.

“I understand...if you find a good therapist...please let me know.” Grillby bowed his head in thanks.

“I will. Please call if anything serious happens, okay? I think Sans will wake up eventually, but if he’s in pain or doesn’t wake up in 24 hours, call me.”

“I promise.”

“Good.” Frank looked at his husband and nodded to the door. Taking the hint, Gnash walked downstairs, and can be heard talking to Undyne a moment later. With one last goodbye, Frank waddled out of the room, leaving the father and children some privacy.

Grillby had yet to get up from the floor where he was holding Sans’ hand. Papyrus seemed fine with just snuggling with his brother under the cover. Despite the noise and presence of other people in the room, Papyrus had drifted off and snuggled under his older brother’s chin.

He was reluctant to let go for now, but he had to make food in case either of them woke up. He tucked the little hand back under the covers and gave the best equivalent of a ‘smooch’ as he could to the top of each of their skulls. He had no lips really, but his flames were warm and gentle, surely something comforting. He stood, and took one last look back, his eyes scanning for anything amiss. When everything looked fine, he ducked out of the room, turning on the nightlight and shutting the door. He left it open a little, so the hallway light could filter in and hopefully chase away any nightmares.

The clack of pans and pots echoed from downstairs, but for the boys, they only had silence.

Moments past where the only movement in the room was the drifting of household dust particles highlighted in the light of the nightlight.

For a moment, the corner of the room began to drain of color, and a soft, crackling noise, like static, began to hiss in the air. A glitchy black spot appeared, fragmented and thin. It only lasted for mere moments before color snapped back into existence. Silence was once again heavy in the room, interrupted by the faint sounds of cooking from downstairs.

All that was left was a tiny, black spot on the floor.

#keetah writes #the best revenge #undertale #fanfiction #sans #papyrus #grilby #dadby #trust #gaster #oc #undyne #in which things get steadily terrible #babyblaster au

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Hi, I love all your headcannons about the boys in a relationship. But they got me wondering, since no relationship is totally perfect, what might be some negative traits the boys have, things they do, or just behaviors in general that could put a strain on the relationship or might need to be talked out to continue?

Oh, I’m glad you asked because you’re right, they’re not perfect at all! There’s lots of habits and quirks they all have, but that’s too subjective– a habit that might bug one person could be totally fine by another!– so we’ll go with our boys’ biggest flaws in a relationship! >:3

*Especially important for the ‘fell and horror universe boys, I’ll be taking a ‘fresh out of the Underground’ lens on this, not accounting for any potential Surface growth or therapy that could take place and ameliorate some of these things!*

Sans (Undertale): He is lazy. So, so lazy. Surely, this isn’t much of a surprise to anyone, but you can imagine how it could be an annoying trait in your partner– he’s never going to do a chore or go out of his way to take care of something for you, and he’s an all-around pro at ducking responsibility. It also means that if he doesn’t already care about something, trying to spark an investment from him is…kinda impossibly unlikely, which can definitely be frustrating for his s/o!

Papyrus (Undertale): It’s not intentional, but he has a tendency to be pushy. He’s enthusiastic and has some pretty firm convictions and so sometimes, entirely without meaning to, he’ll steamroll right over his s/o and what they might want. It can hurt his s/o’s feelings to be talked over and spoken for before they can put their two cents in, but it just doesn’t always occur to him that people might have perspectives different than his own. His s/o has to be able to assert themselves when they really don’t want to do something and aren’t just being playfully shy or stubborn about it, or they might end up peer-pressured into stuff a lot.

Sky (Underswap Sans): Do you like your personal space? Want some significant amounts of time by yourself? Then you’re going to struggle if you’re Sky’s s/o because he can get very clingy. It comes from a good place, he’s a very social guy and if his s/o is his favorite person, then of course their company is going to be his favorite, too! He wants to spend a ton of time with them, whether they’re doing something together or not, and he’s hard to shake with off-the-cuff excuses about why his s/o can’t hang out with him: he’ll know they’re lying and think that something might be wrong and then he’s definitely not going anywhere. If his s/o can’t figure out how to tell him, on a regular basis and without hurting his feelings, that they need space from him to decompress, they’re going to end up exhausted.

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): He’s stubborn. It’s rare for him to make firm judgments on something one way or the other, but once he has, that’s pretty much it. He’ll really dig his heels in if his s/o tries to change his mind, too, and it takes a long time and a lot of arguing about whatever it is to even get him to consider changing his opinion. For his s/o, it probably feels like they’re banging their head against a brick wall, like he’s not even listening to what they’re saying and they can very easily end up feeling disrespected by this immovable object of a skeleton.

Jasper (Underfell Sans): He’s too closed off. It’s self-protective–he’d be a shaking, emotional wreck after the Underground if he’d let just anybody in close enough to see him vulnerable and open himself up to getting hurt–but it can turn around and be a very painful, hurtful thing for his s/o to deal with. When he’s going through something, his first instinct is always to hide it until it blows over so his s/o never even knows he was struggling. They’ll undoubtedly catch hints from time to time that maybe Jasper needs support, but he always hesitates to let them in, and they can’t do anything as long as they’re stuck on the outside of his emotional walls. It’s a very bad feeling thinking your loved one doesn’t trust you enough to let you help and he’ll need a lot of time and love and trust to make even a little progress at this.

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): Another one that shouldn’t be surprising, but he’s arrogant. He has a pretty big ego and he never easily accepts it when he may have been wrong, blustering and convoluting until it seems like he was right all along– the equivalent of a cat falling off a counter and acting like they meant to do it. He may also condescend a lot to his s/o and fall into an Underground-developed habit of treating them as an underling or an accessory more than a loved one. It’s instinctive and would probably have kept them safe from opportunist monsters if they were back down there, but on the Surface it can get incredibly tiring and even hurtful for his s/o to cater to that kind of ego all the time. If he catches their patience running out and he sees them rolling their eyes or making a snarky comment in exasperation at his narcissism, well, he’s probably going to get upset about it and the two of them will have a fight. He has a lot of acclimating to do to this relatively peaceful world where relationships can be equal without also being a weakness.

Mal (Swapfell Sans): This guy’s the definition of ‘trust issues.’ He can be downright problematically invasive and probing about…pretty much everything, if given a reason to be. It’s not an s/o-specific thing, he’s like that with everybody, but his s/o will probably (and absolutely should) take issue with how little respect he has for privacy. It’s his lingering paranoia from the Underground keeping him constantly alert for backstabbers and betrayers, so if someone as close to him as his partner starts acting secretive around him, he has to investigate. It may be innocent, like a surprise party for his birthday or something, but until he finds out what’s up, there isn’t much that’s off the table: he’ll cyberstalk social media for information, discreetly follow them in real life if they go out unexpectedly, and if they leave their phone with him unattended and unlocked, he’s definitely skimming through some recent messages, just to be sure. He’s not a bad person, he just has some very bad (survival-based) habits. The only saving grace is that his s/o probably won’t find out he sometimes does this stuff because he’s careful, but that doesn’t make it cool and he won’t really stop until he truly, fully trusts his s/o–and that’s a long time coming after everything he’s been through.

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): Rus cannot have an argument to save his life. He’s not what you’d call a pacifist, not entirely accurately at least– he’s been in his fair share of fights Underground, after all, and he’d fight again if his life was on the line– but he doesn’t like conflict or anything resembling it. It sounds like a good thing on paper because his s/o automatically wins any disagreement that looks like it could turn into a fight, but it’s so terrible in practice for maintaining a healthy relationship. He’ll go along with anything his s/o wants to avoid the conflict, even if it might make him unhappy because he doesn’t want them to be upset at him. It’s also at least 90% conciliatory and if it was about a behavior of his, there’s a very high chance that nothing will actually change, but he’ll nod and agree and promise to do things differently just to keep the argument from happening and then…not, actually. The idea of a constructive or helpful argument is entirely foreign to him, those didn’t exist where he came from and he just wants things to be cool, he’ll say whatever he’s gotta say to make it be cool. His s/o can build up a lot of frustration and unhappiness from that if they can’t convince him to learn some better communication strategies.

Slate (Horrortale Sans): Obviously, it’s not his fault, but he’s forgetful. He generally remembers the big stuff and he does better when something feels important as it’s happening, but as a rule his level of recall is hit or miss. He’s bad at remembering birthdays and other important dates and if he forgets to write a reminder to himself about it, he’s just not going to be there for whatever his s/o needed. It can be hard for an s/o who isn’t prepared to take on so much of the mental load in a relationship without much guarantee of help, especially because they can’t get mad at him for it, not in good conscience, anyway– he didn’t ask for the giant hole in his skull, he’d love a reliable memory as much as they would! He’ll do his best to retain as much as he can, but even with notes and reminders, a lot of things his s/o tells him just get lost to the void and that’s a hard thing to be okay with right away.

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): He’s…maybe a tad too flippant about things. It’s a defense mechanism he developed Underground, a sort of gallows humor that he relied on to keep his generally upbeat attitude when monsters had to resort to eating humans and each other to stay alive, and even that wasn’t sustainable and there was a very real possibility that his entire species could go extinct in a matter of years, if not months. It was dark times and he couldn’t let himself get invested in every little thing! …but it’s also probably a little disturbing for his s/o when he, say, breaks a bone and only uses a silly, made-up curse word like, “Oh, Sugarbeans, That’s Inconvenient, Isn’t It!” or they hear the extreme, casual frankness he’ll use to discuss even graphic gore and violence like it doesn’t faze him. It’s a little sociopathic, honestly, and his s/o will probably have a lot of moments where they just don’t know how they’re supposed to respond when they see this unnervingly light attitude in their otherwise loving, gentle partner.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand now I feel a little guilty for all this trash-talking of my boys, so expect another headcanon post soon-ish, pro bono– just like this one, but about their virtues in a relationship instead of just their vices.

They are good boys who would be delightful partners in spite of these pitfalls, I promise! XD

#anonymous #headcanons #sans/reader #papyrus/reader #undertale #sans #papyrus #underswap #us!sans #us!papyrus #underfell #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #swapfell/fellswap #sf!sans #sf!papyrus #horrortale #ht!sans #ht!papyrus

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hoodie-lover · 4 years

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My Multiverse Part 31

Asgore sat on his throne, he was large, large enough to beat most of the Sanses there, but Dust looked at him with the smuggest expression he could muster. Asgore had been informed of the alternate universes that had entered their world and how they were going to enter a war. He was pissed, but he was trying to hold in his rage.

“Because we are the originals, we can’t be controlled. And the only reason you are safe is because Ink has the memory of a goldfish.” Asgore stated, and Undyne nodded, keeping her one eye on Dust as he grinned his most insane smile.

“Tell me your plan to defeat him.” Asgore asked, his voice tired and deep.

“We travel to an alternate multiverse, help an alternate version of Ink, remove the mind control power from that alternate Ink, and then use the chemical on our Ink. This is mostly an adaptation from Sci’s plan to help his soon-to-be boyfriend, which was intended to stop at the removal of this alternate Ink’s power.” Dust said and Asgore sighed.

“This can go wrong in so many ways. But I assume you have no better idea or option.” And Dust nodded his head.

“We would also like to keep the number of non-Sanses down to a minimum, this is the first time besides the occasional Papyrus or Swapfell!Undyne, that any non-Sans has gotten involved with multiversal nonsense.” Dust explained, “I’m supposed to be helping dear Sci with the chemicals and-” He was interrupted by a scream, Error’s scream.

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” Error screamed, his glitchy voice echoing through the hall.

“Oh no...” And Dust ran down the empty corridors.

Error was laying on the floor crying as he clutched his head in pain, and Dust soon followed as a migraine hit him hard.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear. What do you want Ink?” Dust said as a cruel cackle echoed.

“I want my toys back. You took them, so give me back Error and Blue and I’ll spare the multiverse! I’ll still kill you and RESET the original universe so no one remembers, but the Multiverse will be ok!” Ink threatened, unseen by anyone as his voice came from nowhere.

“Burn in hell.” Dust spat and Ink sighed.

“Well, it seems that everyone is gonna die and the original world will still RESET.” Ink said, “But I’ll give you a while to rethink your decision.” Ink said as Dust was relieved of the pain.

“What was that?” Undyne asked and Dust was ready to explain.

“Ink may not be able to control me, but he can give me a heck of a good migraine, the others too.” Dust said as he helped Error to his feet.

“What about Error?” And Dust had a simple response.

“Ink messed with his code, code makes up souls, and Ink can do a lot of damage, but as long as they stay away from each other he should be fine.” Dust said and ran off to check on everyone else.

When he, unseen, got to the lab, he found everyone else groaning as they held their skulls.

“Migraine?” Dust asked.

“Migraine.” Horror and Killer replied.

“That’s what he can do? Shesh, how do you guys handle that?” Geno asked.

“They’re normally not that bad, seems Ink was pulling out the big guns.” Horror said as he stood up.

Error was looking over at Blue, not yet noticed by the group. He was shaking and mumbling, whining as he curled up into a tighter and tighter ball. Error was about to walk over when he heard a voice.

“Come...” It was Ink.

Error shook his head but the voice came back even louder.

“Come.” Error once again shook his head and began to walk up to Dust, he was closest. “Stop!” Ink screamed and a familiar pain in his soul erupted as he stopped dead in his tracks, Blue had also walked over to him at this point.

“H-help...” Blue whispered as he clung to Error, who was losing touch with reality.

Horror was standing up and caught a look at Error and Blue, and he realized what was going on.

“Hey! Error, Blue!” Horror cried, running up to the pair and grabbing them by the shoulders.

“W-what?” Error said as he snapped out of Ink’s spell.

“You ok?” Horror asked, and Error nodded, Blue gave him a small and mumbled affirmative.

“What happened?” Sci asked, fearing the answer.

“I-Ink can c-call me. I-I hate it! It hurts!” Error screamed as he clung to Horror and sobbed. Blue started crying, but he tried to hold on.

“What the heck did Ink do to him?” Geno whispered and Undyne looked at the small black skeleton.

“He needs therapy, and badly. It’s just, this is a version of Sans, it’s so hard to see them so violent, and broken.” Undyne told Asgore, and he nodded.

“How do we know he won’t unintentionally betray us?” Sci asked, and no one had an answer.

“As long as he isn’t alone we’ll be fine. Same goes for Blue as well.” Killer said and the two nodded silently.

Before any of them could make another move, Classic started moving in his bed.

“Dark Sanses hide!” Dust cried out and the four skeletons were nowhere to be seen in a matter of seconds.

“It’s terrifying that they can hide like that so quickly, as expected of serials killers.” The king said, a slight terror in his voice as he said the last two words.

Classic opened his eyes and looked at everyone, but he started crying when he saw Papyrus.

“Papyrus!” He cried out, trying to get out of bed, but the teller brother put him back to bed and gave him a long and large hug.

“Good to have you awake Classic.” Geno said as he approached the bed, with Sci and Blue.

“What happened to you Blue?” Classic asked.

“The anti-void. Ink also sucks.” And Classic burst out laughing, occasionally clutching his bones in pain as he nearly snorted.

“You got that right, I assume he kidnapped you instead of the Dark Sanses and, what are you three doing here?” Classic asked, finally getting the bigger picture.

“Truce.” Geno said and the Dark Sanses came out from their hiding spots.

“We want Ink dead.” Killer said and Sans, rightfully so, screamed.

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