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Ollie! Congratulations on 100+ followers! No one deserves it more! If you're still taking requests, how about 83 for Swapfell!Sans/Original Papyrus. Because the rarepairs need love, and I know you like a challenge. ; )

you come into my home and you give me a rarepair and expect me to not slam my car door on my fucking skull, okay. after deliberation i’ve discovered that i may or may not like this ship that there’s literally nothing for, thank you for that.

WARNINGS: fake edgy, mention of death, non-graphic violence

He hates this perfect version of his brother. Not that he likes any of their alternates that much to begin with, tolerating them at best and openly antagonizing them at worst. They were weak, and Razz hates them for that. He’s had to hate weakness for so long that at this point it was just common practice to do so.

Being on the surface in Undertale was supposedly “good” for them, away from the bloodlust of Fellverses and the war on the surface. Not that much of a war was going on when they had left, of course. Waking up one morning to see monsters spreading from the mountains across the surface was apparently cause for war for most humans. It was almost hilarious how quickly any wants for peace were immediately extinguished after the Queen had ordered the clearing of the towns of humans at the foot of the mountain. By any means necessary.

He was Captain, of course. So he complied.

In the end, monsters never really stood a chance. Razz had watched as the guard that he had commanded for most of the war was wiped out easily. Humans were weak unless dragged into an encounter, but the last thing they were expecting was for there to be so many of them. Every wave that they wiped out seemed to be replaced by more, and more, faces and colors of uniforms differing, dozens of languages shouting out at once as monster lost any ground they had gained, forced back under the mountain.

The surface was more like the underground than he had thought. No mercy was offered, given, as humans stormed the mountain, swarming in from every direction like ants, hunting down every last monster.

In the end, he was certain he was one of the only left. Slim had been part of the ranks of an entirely different armada, and was likely dead or off hiding somewhere as he waited for death as well. He’d barricaded himself inside a cave in Snowdin, bones crossing over the only entrance as Razz waited inside, a sword in each hand and blasters summoned in an arc over his head. The mushrooms inside washed the area in a faint blue glow, mixing with the furious mauve from his magic to send odd shadows arching over every wall.

And then the explosions and gunshots had started. The barricade that he had made cracked with every blow, every shot, spiderwebs of cracks spreading out over their entirety until he was certain the next shot would make then shatter. With a heavy finality, he had crouched to run, intending to rush the entrance the moment they were broken, swords swinging and blasters firing. He wouldn’t be brought down without a fight.

And then he had heard the crack of magic beside him, arms wrapping around his torso before the familiar feeling of a teleport enveloped him. He’d been dragged through the basement of his old house, through a portal, and before he was truly aware of his surroundings, there were a few shouts, and a crash.

In a blind rage, he had swung out the sword he had managed to keep a hold on, aiming for the nearest figure to him. Before he could make contact with anything, his soul was turned blue and he was thrown back against the furthest wall, gaze clearing from red and snarling beginning to quiet when he realized where he was. It was the basement of his home, but reversed, and somehow kinder-looking, and with a start he realized; he was in Undertale.

A quick survey had left him seeing that the machine to travel between universes had been destroyed, and the room was filled with their alternates. And his brother.

He almost could have laughed, as they explained what had happened to him. It was hilarious how, despite Fell and Red supposedly being so much better than him, the humans had apparently reacted in much the same way. Though the Fell brothers had been defeated much more easily, and had ran to the softer universes with their tail between their legs.

Or something like that.

Razz had stopped listening after a few moments, but he caught enough to understand that the others had been… worried about Slim and himself, and had come to find his brother near death at the hands of a group of humans. After he had been healed, they had come back for Razz himself, destroying the Swapfell machine after them.

There wasn’t any going back now.

The Swap brothers and Fell brothers had left soon after they were certain that Razz wasn’t going to kill anyone, or perhaps they left after they had made sure that he had gotten back safe. If they had left because of the former reason, then they had left far too soon.

But that was all in the past. In the now, he hates everything about the universe that he was now trapped in, hates the way that the humans cower in fear as he walks past, hates how fucking soft everything is, hates how the treatment of the monsters on the surface isn’t near close enough to the hatred that he was so used to. All this hate inside of him had to direct itself somewhere, and so he’d chosen Papyrus and his fucking pity.

Somehow, Papyrus manages to be kind through it all, almost to the point of fault, and it’s so far out of the norm that he can’t help but want to smash his fucking skull in until the collapsed bone is wider than that stupid fucking smile he always has on his fucking face. Nothing he ever does seems to garner any reaction but that sad smile and an encouragement to do better. Even Blue isn’t as single-minded in his reactions, tolerating it for only so long before he would snap back. And it wasn’t near the violent lashing out that he wanted, but dammit it was something.

Papyrus believed in him, and believed in him, and he kept on fucking believing even when Razz had tried to strip away every hope that the other could ever have.

It was infuriating.

And he was alone in this sentiment. Slim is content- no- he fucking enjoys the softer universe and all the comforts with it, relaxed and satisfied and happy. It makes Razz sick. Nothing is the way that it’s supposed to be.

Razz realizes that he wants to go back to his universe. He craves it like a drug, longs to feel the crushing bones under his hands and blood under his feet again, even if it inevitably leads to his death. He misses the familiar, stubborn dread that came with trying to survive yet another day, the feeling replaced with this day-to-day monotony.

In the past, when he’s wanted something, none of the powers of hell would dare try to stop him. He wanted to be in the guard, and then he wanted to be the Captain, and then he wanted to keep that rank at any cost, wanted to feel the grit of dust between his hands. And now, having snuck down to the basement (god it was so easy to move around here, and he was honest to god surprised that the Tale brothers were still alive if they were this fucking dense), staring blankly at the blueprints for the machine and the printout for the codes of the universes, Razz knew that he would get what he wanted.

The plan wasn’t hard to put in order.

When he had first arrived, on one of their little fucking outings, a motorcycle had caught his eye. He had looked away quickly, of course. Not quick enough for Papyrus and his damned kindness to notice, though, and it wasn’t long before he had been led to the garage, where a sleek, black bike was waiting just to the side of Papyrus’s convertible, a paper for lessons sitting atop it. He’d hated it at the time, coming damn near close to blasting it apart. He hadn’t, though, the pure glee on Papyrus’s face at showing him shocking him into inaction.

No matter now. It gave him an excuse for what he was doing, anyways.

Papyrus’s kindness isn’t hard to take advantage of when the other is so willing to give it, and so when Razz comes to him about needing parts to work on his bike, the taller is ecstatic, driving him to the auto shop for parts, and not questioning it when Razz says he needs sheet metal for additional upgrades.

It’s so easy that it’s almost laughable. He doesn’t laugh, though the action is tempting when it’s almost hilarious how Papyrus reacts like clockwork, chatting easily away as they go wherever for what Razz needs to carry out his plans. Razz finds out that Papyrus loves solving puzzles more than making him, that his favorite color is bright red, that he doesn’t actually like spaghetti all that much, and that one of his favorite things to do is to just go on a drive with someone he cares about.

He says this last one often, and punctuates it every time with a smile in Razz’s direction so bright that it nearly brings him physical pain. He always responds in turn with a loud curse and a threat to watch the fucking road. Papyrus always laughs, but does as he says. The sound of the other’s mirth had gotten less obnoxious as Razz had been in their universe for longer.

The routine was almost set in stone. Razz would walk out of the shed or come to Papyrus in need of parts, and Papyrus would take him for what he needed, stopping occasionally to get something to eat or for Papyrus to show him something about the surface that he found particularly interesting. After a while, Razz comes to almost enjoy their drives.

It’s not a shock when it all ends. After living in a Fellverse his whole fucking life, Razz should have known better than to let himself fall into a schedule, to let his guard down. But now, here he was, standing in front of the almost finished machine and entering in the coordinates for his universe as Papyrus stands just inside the door, looking at him in shock.

“What’s… What’s this?”

Razz glares back, glancing at the loading bar on the screen built into the side of the device before looking back at the taller. “What the hell does it look like? I’m building another universal transporter.” He turns to the machine to get away from the look of betrayal on the other’s face, pretending to busy himself with a small bunch of wires that are hanging from the open panel just below the screen. “I’m going back home.”

Papyrus flinches, visibly retracts into himself as he rubs his upper arms. Razz glances up at the other, following his gaze across the shed. Sitting in the back corner was his once-proud bike, now coated in a fine layer of dirt, obviously unused for a while. Papyrus winces again, obviously recognizing the fact that he’s been lied to for the past month or so about Razz’s true reason to hang out with him.

Razz tells himself that he doesn’t give a shit about the hurt look on the other’s face.

“Why would you build it in here?” His eyes are roaming around the interior of the shed, voice quieter than Razz thinks he’s ever heard it.

“Can you not get it through the thick skull of yours?” He sneers, the action familiar as an expression he’s made often in his time here, but this is the first time it’s ever felt so unsatisfying. “I didn’t want you to see this. So why don’t you just go and get the fuck out of my way.”

Shifting, Papyrus takes a half step forward, only to move right back when Razz growls at his movement. They stand there in a stalemate for a while, Papyrus in shock and Razz in forced anger, holding his glare even as the invisible muscles of his throat clench in nausea. Papyrus turns not nearly soon enough for Razz to miss the orange-tinted tears in the corners of his eyes, making his way to the door of the shed. “I will leave you to that then.”

And with that he’s gone, leaving Razz staring after him in shock as the machine begins to beep with the coding finished. Razz ignores the twisting around his soul as he steps away, going to look back over the blueprints. He’s missing a few parts, he notices, and he’ll have to get them to help build a stabilizer to hold the portal open long enough for him to step through it. What irks him the most about this situation is how this was the first time he had managed to make Papyrus cry, yet it left him with… something, and it wasn’t satisfaction.

Razz waits a day or two before he comes up to Papyrus again about needing parts, not bothering to say that it’s for his bike now. Papyrus stares at him silently for a few moments, and Razz is almost convinced that he’s going to say no and run off and prattle to Sans, and then Razz will have to deal with that whole fucking fiasco, but then Papyrus smiles, strained, as he agrees, walking out the door without another word.

Razz watches him leave, and hesitates for a moment before following after, stepping into the passenger seat of his car and buckling up as they pull out of the driveway. For the first few moments, Papyrus is quiet, and Razz thinks that he’s going to just stay silent the whole ride until he starts to speak, voice starting out soft and then growing in confidence.

He talks as they drive to the store, and when they get the items that he needs, and then as they’re driving back, and somewhere in the overflow of language Razz hears mention of a new observatory that’s opening in the town. And then Papyrus asks him slowly if he wants to stay just a little longer for the opening night. Razz sits as he considers the offer before giving a small nod, leaving the car and cursing his soul for racing at the other’s grin.

It starts small like that. There’s a new movie coming out, the sequel to that one that we watched the other movie night. Would you stay for that? You don’t like crowded theaters? We can just wait for a few months until it comes out on DVD! Christmas is coming soon. Stay for a month longer? You don’t have to give any gifts if you don’t want to.

Back underground, Razz had considered himself a master manipulator. He knew the extremes to go, how far to push to get what he wanted, when he wanted. He could bend monster’s wills to his own with threats, bribes, with fear. But he hadn’t noticed Papyrus’s snare until too late, when the rope had already tightened and escape was futile. Papyrus worked in increments, getting him used to it and making him take just a little more every time until Razz found that he…

He didn’t really want to go back to Swapfell. Hilarious how dying of age like a coward was starting to gain more and more appeal.

On their second year anniversary in the Tale universe, Razz comes up to Papyrus as he had the first time, arms crossed over his chest and his expression almost bored. “I need to find a place to get rid of a bunch of useless scrap metal,” he says, looking at his gloves in disinterest.

Papyrus stares at him in confusion for a few moments until it clicks, and then he’s beaming down at him with a joy that Razz hadn’t seen directed at himself before, nodding and going on about how they can dismantle it, or he could call someone else to do it, and usually the material could be sold or recycled for money.

Razz listens to him go on, the grin on his face still there as he talks, hands moving as if conducting his own speech. Something warm blossoms just under his soul as he watches the other’s movements, and he finds that he doesn’t entirely mind it.

It’s a lot easier to make Papyrus smile.

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