#all the fics I've been reading just make him seem so smol

[ali-anne-undertale-stoof]

Hey, everyone! I've started a new Undertale fic called "Snowdin Adventures with the Skeletwins". It's a series of slice of life stories featuring the skeleton brothers. It will have an overarching plot eventually, but it's mostly gonna be lighthearted one shots that involve the Skelebros getting up to shenanigans and settling into the Underground, namely Snowdin.

I will also post the chapters here on Tumblr, so if you don't want to go on AO3, you can read it here too. Make sure to comment and leave suggestions for scenarios I can write about and some tips on how to improve in the future. I'd love to hear your input.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59131027/chapters/150767887

Chapter 1: A Cold Reception

A long time ago, two races ruled the Earth. Humans and monsters...

"yup, i know how the story goes."

The young, short skeleton, by the name of Sans, closes the history book he's been reading, only to be greeted by the enthusiasm and exuberance of his brother, Papyrus, who's really making fine work of that trail of fresh snow. If he didn't know any better, Sans would've guessed a couple of baby elephants trampled all over it.

"SANS!!!!!" Papyrus exclaimed, trekking back towards Sans for the millionth time. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING BACK HERE, YOU LAZYBONES?! DON'T YOU WANT TO SEE OUR NEW HOME???"

"hey, relax, bro. we still got time, don't we? i was just touching up on my history knowledge."

"RIGHT NOW???" The taller skeleton scoffs. "I TOLD YOU ALREADY, SANS!! YOU CAN READ WHEN WE GO INSIDE OUR NEW HOUSE!! OH, IT WILL BE SO GRAND!! HERE'S WHAT I'M THINKING. FAIRY LIGHTS ALL AROUND THE OUTSIDE, A LUXURIOUS, COLOURFUL CARPET, GLOW-IN-THE-DARK STICKERS ALL OVER THE CEILING..."

"and a bone painting."

Papyrus grabs Sans by the shoulders and proceeds to shake him for emphasis. "YES!!! AND A GOSH DARN BONE PAINTING!!!"

Sans, unfazed by the rough treatment, only gives him a thumbs up. "great ideas, bro. but, uh, how are we gonna find a bone painting worthy of the great papyrus?"

"NYEH HEH HEH!!!" Papyrus stands up straight and poses proudly. "NOT TO WORRY, DEAR BROTHER! WE SHALL FIND ONE SOON ENOUGH! THEN, AND ONLY THEN, CAN WE CALL OUR NEW HOUSE A HOME!! SPEAKING OF HOUSES..."

The duo continues to trek through the ice and snow, not looking back. They had just exited Waterfall, and Snowdin Town can just barely be seen in the distance. However, the fact that the snow appears to be getting higher and higher with every step they take makes this journey a lot more treacherous than they expected it to be. Especially for Sans, since his short height makes it so that the snow goes up to his ribcage, making it harder for him to concentrate through the mass amounts of snow soaking through his clothes. Sans is aware that this particular area is prone to spontaneous snowstorms (though HOW it happens is another question entirely), and judging by the fresh layers of snow that continuously piled up, it seems that there has just been one recently.

Sans takes a moment to stop and breathe. Gosh darn it, Papyrus, do you really have to go so fast? He's just barely able to navigate through this strange magical miracle snow sensation as it is! (Seriously, HOW is there snow in the underground? Sans would have to look into that another time.) It doesn't help that his taller brother has to power walk through it like it's some kind of snowy marathon! Usually, Sans isn't really bothered by his height. It came with advantages, but boy, does it come with disadvantages too! Luckily, the smol has a smol-ution.

"hey, pap."

Unfortunately, Papyrus is too far ahead to hear Sans. Either that, or he's too excited to see their new house. Better try again.

"hey, pap."

Still nothing. Jeez, Sans thought HE had sensory processing issues.

"yo, papysaurus rex!"

Papyrus groans at that nickname. Why, oh WHY does Sans have to call him that? Without missing a beat, he turns around, ready to lecture his mischievous brother.

"WHAT IS IT, SA-" He stops in his tracks, only just now understanding the issue. Oh. Of course. He forgot Sans would have a harder time in this snow. How could The Great Papyrus be so blind?! But on the other hand, it's kind of hard not to laugh at the sight. After years of torment from his shortie of a brother, Papyrus figures it's about time for a little payback.

"NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!! HAHAHA, OH MY GOD!!! SANS, YOU- PFFFFFTTTTNYEH HEH HEH!!! NYEHEHEHEHEH!!! NYEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!!!"

Et tu, Papyrus? Sans rolls his eyes, but can't help a small chuckle himself. After all, how can he be mad at his delightful brother? "yeah, okay, laugh it up."

"NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!! I'M SORRY, BROTHER, BUT YOU'RE SO SHORT!!!! YOU'RE PRACTICALLY A SNOWPOFF!!! NYEH HEH HEH HEH!!! NYAHAHAHA!!!"

"could you at least carry me outta here?"

"NYEH HEH HEH!!! HAHA HAAA!!! HAHA OH..." Papyrus takes a moment to catch his breath. "OF COURSE... BABY BONES. WHEW HOO..."

"haha, very funny."

After his laughing fit had died down, Papyrus saunters back to help Sans out of his snowy predicament. Sans readily put his arms up, ready for Papyrus to pick him up and carry him the rest of the way. The taller skeleton obliges. Soon enough, Papyrus was carrying Sans through the freshly made layers of snow, leaving a smooth trail behind them.

"thanks, buddy."

"ANYTIME, SANS."

The brothers fall silent for a moment, enjoying each other's company. Despite everything, Sans and Papyrus are looking forward to this new chapter in their lives, one where they can live together peacefully and bid the old days farewell... Until that peace is inevitably ruined by either one of them.

"guess you could say i was almost SNOWDIN there!"

Welp. Mood ruined. "SANS!!!"

The little punster grins cheekily at the expression on Papyrus' face. "come on, bro. i see a smile~"

Gosh darn it, Sans, why do you have to be so good at reading people, Papyrus thought. He's right, Papyrus IS smiling at that joke. Gosh darn it! "IF YOU MAKE ANOTHER JOKE LIKE THAT, I WILL DUNK YOUR HEAD FIRST IN THE SNOW!"

"aw, c'mon, bro. don't act so COLD towards me."

"I WILL MAKE YOU SLEEP IN THE SHED!!!"

"do we even have a shed?"

"I THINK SO!!"

"wow. COOL. hehehe."

"UGH!!! I SWEAR, SANS, YOU CAN BE SNOW ANNOYING SOMETIMES."

And with that, deep, hearty laughter echoes through the caverns as this duo of boneheads draw closer and closer to the cold place full of warm hearts, Snowdin Town. What will they do? Who will they meet? Neither brother knows for sure. But what they do know is that a brand new HUMERUS adventure had just begun. It's time for a new tale.

[ima-yehet-you-in-the-face]

Am I the only one who sometimes forgets that Vegas is just a little shorter then Pete? Like in my head I know Pete is taller but when I envision it he is always smaller then Vegas. And then I'm reminded that Vegas is my smol big bitch and I'm like.

Oh yeah.

[brimbrimbrimbrim]

a smol request for wrench b/c i've been binging your fics on AO3!! a simple reader or with lowres 💕 where maybe she is wearing wrenchs mask and/or some body worship with wrench doing it to reader/lowres or vice versa??

This was a bitch to get out, but I think I may have worked through some writer’s block with this. I hope it’s not obvious how hard this one was to push through, but I feel much better for it and think, despite it all, it turned out alright. Hope you like it, Anon!

Today’s been a lazy, slow day in the middle of winter which has only ebbed into an equally lazy evening at the hacker house in the Valley.

Your room here is where you and Wrench come to get away from the outside world… or when you’ve both been kicked out for being insufferably cute as Sitara put it - lovingly kicked out of course, but kicked out nonetheless. This is one of those times where you both left of your own volition. Something about the warm, cluttered room seemed the better decision after the noisy DedSec party the night before.

In the cold dark parking lot down by the bay, Wrench turned to you, dropped to one knee and said - while your heart did donuts - that he wanted to play big spoon to your little spoon back at the bat cave. After gently kicking him in the kneecap you’d readily agreed.

Now it’s super late or super fucking early, and the alcohol is wearing off, making you both awake and sleepy but mainly chilled and content.

While it never gets below fifty-five on a ‘frosty morning’ in Frisco, it’s still cold enough to numb your toes, so you’re bundled up in bed with a ‘borrowed’ pair of Marcus’ track pants with Wrench’s boxers on under that and nothing else but the blanket wrapped around your neck. The few comments you’ve gotten about the pants has lead Wrench to poke fun at you for having hidden feelings for his best friend and how soon you’ll betray him for a taste of dark chocolate. It’s cute at first, but after the third comment, you’re starting to wonder if Wrench is actually jealous. It’d be hard to twist it like that, considering how Wrench stole the pants in the first place, but an insecure Wrench has little basis in reality anyway, and once the self-doubt begins it’s hard to quell it.

“… or a white and dark chocolate s’mores escapade,” you joke, rubbing your nose along the bend of his arm where he’s warm and tastes like salt. Maybe if you play along, he’ll just keep on joking about it and not, ya know… worry.

“Maybe I’m the Bavarian cream to the toasty LowRes crust? Marcus can be the chocolate frosting and-“

The white chocolate anarchist lounging beside you on the bed starts trading witty banter with himself, never missing a quip, while he twiddles a couple micro screws on the innards of the spiked mask over his stomach. An episode of Rick and Morty muted with some old school Black Flag, plays in the background. It’s all pretty quiet. Who the fuck knows what time it is or if anyone else is in the house, but with the door locked it doesn’t really matter. Also… the sound dampening foam B3ta stapled to the outside of your room means the feeling is pretty mutual.

“-I mean, would I ride that gravy train if given a solid excuse? MAYBE!” The micro screw in his hand points across the room; knuckle tendons straining under the incognito ink. You peer upwards, nose stuffed into his skin, as Wrench makes a face as if he imagines how that scenario would play out at warp'fucking'speed. His hooked nose scrunches up before adding, “Eh, never mind. A three’s company would be ideal but too-too risky… I dunno if my archaic man-ways could handle you falling for M.”

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