#instead of white. stove grates used to be made with different patterns. the place i lived in that was built in the 70s had plaster flowers

[a-nywherebut-here]

I miss when houses and trailers and apartments were built with at least a little bit of love

[redorich]

For the canyon au, what would happen if one of the hermits got hurt during a scout? Like, if etho is out scouting, something happens, and he’s unable to message the hermits or get help. Would he be willing to be seen? Would any smpers besides Puffy help him?

Zedaph didn't mean to leave the canyon, honest! He was just looking for a sheep of his own for a completely ethical experiment involving pistons and a perfectly reasonable quantity of peanut butter, thank you very much. He wasn’t about to steal a sheep from someone else’s farm, and for some reason sheep don’t tend to spawn at bedrock level. So really, he had no choice!

Zedaph is rethinking a lot of his decisions. He’s also wondering if he left the jump-powered stove on. Then he remembers that it’s jump-powered, and as he is not currently jumping on it, it is most likely unpowered. Unfortunately, it seems as though Zedaph is going to be eating a lot of cold food for a while if he makes it out of this alive, because he’s not going to be jumping on anything with a broken leg.

Despite his punishment for trying to take a cross-section of something that he now knows is probably sentient (oops), he can’t help but want to go back, to learn more. What is the rate of growth of those red vines? Are they all from the same plant? Are they actually sentient, or is the crimson kudzu in possession of an automatic response to attempted harm? Did the vine know it was hitting him off a ledge which would break his leg, or did it just know “whack human away from vine”? Would the vines taste good in soup? Are they flammable? Could Zedaph theoretically knit a fashionable sweater out of them, and if so would the sweater be capable of independent movement?

He is torn from his musings of a wriggly evil sweater by another thrum of pain. He hisses. There’s... more blood than is advisable. Outside of his leg, that is. Inside his leg is likely less than the advisable amount of blood, and come to think of it, his head’s probably a bit empty as well, seeing as how he’s having so much trouble thinking straight-- well, straight for him. His jumps in logic are incomprehensible to most on a good day, but right now even he can’t follow his own thought process. What was he thinking about again?

Ah yes. The overwhelming pain from being yeeted off a ledge. Come to think of it, the ledge he fell off-- the one he’s sitting leaned against-- is shaped awfully unusually. It must be manmade. Whoever made this is not a good terraformer. Zedaph should bake Scar some cookies. Is Scar allergic to peanuts? Ow. Ow. Ow. Zedaph will need to borrow Impulse’s oven-- or he could set up his own oven with an armor stand that jumps for him?

“Hey there, who are you?” says a female voice. Zedaph looks up. He doesn’t have to look very far up.

Standing in front of him is a woman with a cool pirate-looking coat (red, of course; all self-respecting pirates wear red), with long fluffy hair like white wool and rainbow fringe! Oh, and she’s, like, half sheep or something. That’s cool too.

Wait. There’s something about sheep he’s forgetting... How could he have been so stupid?! He came to the surface in the first place in search of a sheep, and now he’s (kind of) found one!

The cool pirate lady says something, but Zedaph-- well, he does hear it, but it doesn’t process. Words are just mouth-sounds. He is in pain.

“Found a sheep,” he mumbles, “Come back to the canyon?”

“You’re hurt, man,” the sheep-pirate-lady says. She has pretty rainbow hair, and the white parts look like clouds.

She laughs. “Thanks.”

Clearly, this woman is a mind-reader! As well as a sheep. Really, two for the price of one. Zedaph isn’t quite sure what to do with a mind-reader, but his head will be much clearer and therefore able to dream up wacky hypotheses once he respawns--

He gasps, jerking forward and choking on his own breath when he remembers the cold truth. Xisuma won’t be able to respawn him, not for several days. Zedaph doesn’t want to spend that long in the void.

“Woah!” the woman exclaims, rushing to steady him. “You look pretty bad, dude. Let’s get you home or something. Where do you live?”

“Canyon,” Zedaph rasps. “I’m not supposed to tell you that, I don’t think. Can’t remember why.”

The nice woman goes very still. “Hey. My name’s Puffy. I’m gonna take you to the canyon. Do you think you can stand if I help you?”

“Puffy..?” Zedaph squints off into the middle distance, trying to remember something. “She’s the person who keeps coming back to that barrel, isn’t she?”

Puffy pulls Zedaph’s arm over her shoulder and gently pulls him up to his feet. “She is,” Puffy says softly.

“I hope she liked the enchanted diamond shears,” he mumbles.

“She did,” Puffy says softly. “She didn’t even know diamond shears were a thing.”

“I was going to make an emerald flint and steel,” Zedaph rambles, “but it turns out that items made of flint and steel aren’t conducive to being made of not-flint and not-steel."

"Who would have thought?" Puffy laughs, then trips over a vine. Zedaph makes a pained noise at the jostle to his leg, which is dragging a bit on the ground because Puffy is so much shorter than him. She notices this, and rethinks her strategy.

"At this rate, we'll never get back to the canyon," she gripes. "Climb on my back instead, I'll carry you."

Zedaph obliges, but warns, "Tango says I'm heavy.”

“I’m stronger than Tango, I’ll bet.”

The Hermit is actually a bit heavy, but this is a matter of pride now. And also, quite possibly a matter of urgency. The Hermit isn’t responding anymore. He’s still holding on, so he isn’t dead or completely unconscious; still, he’s not in a good state.

As soon as the elevator down to the bottom of the canyon comes into view, Puffy books it. Surely, in the canyon base, the Hermit will have healing potions? He (They? Multiple Hermits?) gave her a whole beacon, so obviously he/they are late-game enough to have plenty of potions.

Stepping into the elevator, Puffy presses the button, then puts her hand on the Hermit’s neck. It’s a bit of an awkward position, since his chin is hanging over her shoulder, but it makes her feel better to have a hand on his pulse. He makes a pitiful noise as the elevator descends.

“Easy there,” Puffy says, “you’re almost home.”

The moment the doors open, she ventures out into the village. The only safe place she knows is the barrel where she leaves her items for the Hermit(s), so she takes him there. Now that she’s looking, she spots shadows, eyes, movements, throughout the supposedly empty village. One such person comes out of the woodwork, sprinting.

“Zedaph!” exclaims a tall, musclebound man. His face is twisted in naked worry as he meets Puffy at the barrel, which she sets Zedaph down on.

The large man, who wears a black shirt with a creeper face on it (does that mean something, Puffy wonders?) scrutinizes the blond man on the barrel for a moment before springing into action, splashing potions and bits of lapis and-- holy shit, is that a Totem of Undying?! When the blond man, Zedaph, seems to come back to himself enough that he could reasonably eat a golden carrot with minimal choking hazard, the new man hands him one. Finally, he turns to Puffy.

“Thank you,” he says. The relief in his voice is tangible.

Puffy shifts awkwardly. “I was just doing the right thing. I noticed, uh, his bracelet.”

They both look to Zedaph’s wrist. It’s got a woven bracelet on it. The textile isn’t astounding, but the pattern on it is intricate. Puffy would know, she made it herself as a gift for the Hermit. As Puffy and the other Hermit look at each other, she realizes that he is also wearing something she made: a pair of fingerless gloves which are now stained with redstone dust.

He catches her staring. “We all have one-- oh, uh, my name’s Impulse, and this is Zedaph--”

“Impulse,” a new blond man hisses from behind the two. Puffy jumps. She didn’t hear him coming.

“Tango!” Impulse greets, suddenly nervous. Why a man as big as Impulse would be nervous when facing anyone, let alone a normal-looking guy like Tango, is beyond Puffy. Maybe Tango’s red eyes have some sort of significance?

“Impulse,” Tango repeats, looking around for anyone that isn’t a Hermit. “You’re not invisible.”

Impulse’s eyebrows draw together in a frown. “I had to see Zedaph.”

“Yeahhh,” Zedaph slurs.

“Besides, if we can trust any of the natives, it’s Puffy,” Impulse insists. He crosses his arms in what should be an intimidating display, but truthfully looks more like a pout.

“You know what Xisuma said,” Tango says. “I’m grateful to have Zedaph back, but...”

“Xisuma would agree with me,” Impulse says stubbornly.

Tango sighs explosively, full of nerves. “Alright, fine, can we at least get out of sight? Anyone could come wandering across the surface and spot us.”

“How many of you are there?” Puffy breathes. Everyone’s eyes snap to her.

“Twenty-four,” Zedaph says happily.

“Zedaph!” Tango admonishes.

Rolling his eyes, Impulse scoops Zedaph up off the barrel like he weighs nothing. He carries the dazed blond man down the path and into a cottage-style house. As Tango goes to follow, he catches Puffy’s eye.

“Sorry,” he says, “nothing personal. Just trying to avoid being explodificated, which means not being seen by the people who live on this server. You get it, yeah?”

He jogs off to catch up with Impulse, and Puffy hurriedly follows. Tango’s got a bracelet like Zedaph’s, but it’s one of the ones Puffy made out of different shades of red. She wonders if all the Hermits wear something she made.

The inside of the house is a bit cramped, but it’ll do. It’s got a bed, at least, so Zedaph’s got somewhere to keep his leg off the ground. This all feels surreal.

“So, uh...” Puffy says into the stuffy silence of the room. “How about that, uh, bedrock?”

Nobody has anything to say to that. Fuck.

Out of nowhere, yet another Hermit shows up. There’s a trapdoor in the wall that, now that she looks at it, Puffy realizes that Tango was hiding intentionally. That’s all gone to shit, though, because a man with white hair and a mask over his face peeks his head out from the hole in the wall.

“Hey guys, what--” The man takes a look around, spots Puffy, and freezes. “...On second thought, I’ll come back later.”

“Wait!” Impulse says to the man. “Get Xisuma, or at least tell him Puffy’s here if he can’t make the trip right now.”

“Karl thinks you’re Mothman,” Puffy blurts out to the white-haired man.

The man looks very self-satisfied for someone who’s only showing a quarter of his face. “Oh? Where does he live? For absolutely no reason, of course.”

“Etho...” Tango groans.

“Oh, alright, I’ll go get X.”

The man leaves. Oh boy, thinks Puffy, this is going to be interesting.

[fleckcmscott]

Watch What Happens - Chapter 13

Chapter links: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

Summary: Arthur, an aspiring comedian, has struggled to find normalcy and compassion his entire life. Y/N, a hard-working paralegal and transplant to Gotham, has just been put on a case for the Wayne Foundation. When they meet, unexpected sparks fly.

Chapter warning: Adult Situation, Swearing, Angst, Brief mention of past self-harm

Words: 2,501

The train line to Arthur's apartment wasn't yet running when he left Y/N's place. He had to walk home, which he didn’t mind. The cold air helped clear his head as he went, smoking all the way. There weren't many people on the streets this early. A newspaper stand owner was readying his shop. A few homeless people were on steps, wrapped up and trying to keep warm. Some construction workers were walking by, carrying signs.

Arthur looked at every single one of them as he passed. Could they finally see him? Did they know what had happened? Was Gotham able to tell his life had been turned on its head in the past twenty-four hours?

He giggled lightly. I got laid. No. Even as that phrase came to him, it felt crude, wrong. He was ashamed he'd even thought of it. Almost a week ago, Gary had told him to be a gentleman - a gentleman would never say something like that. But he didn’t know how he was supposed to think about what had occurred. He speculated as to whether he'd merely fucked Y/N or made love to her. Slight panic filled him as he realized he needed it to be the latter.

As Arthur passed by, he stopped in front of the grocery where he'd first run into her. It wasn't open yet. But he wanted to relive the experience. His eyelids shut as he remembered the small talk she’d made, her stare, her quiet “night.” Those small gestures, which had seemed natural and easy for her, had started a pattern that captured him. And he didn't want to be let loose.

When he reached the foreboding stairs that led to his home, he sighed and surveyed them. Every time he trudged up them it was a choice. A choice to not give into the negative thoughts and anger that plagued him. This morning, thinking of Y/N, imagining she would be at his apartment waiting to greet him with a kiss, made ascending the concrete a little easier.

When he got home, he followed his usual routine of getting into his house clothes, putting his laundry in the hamper, and checking on Penny. Thankfully, she was still asleep. Before sitting down at the breakfast bar with his journal, he grabbed a cookie (one of the chocolate chip Y/N had brought over) and a short glass of milk. Once situated, he opened the notebook to what he had been writing at her apartment, pondering.

When he had been in his early twenties, he'd kissed a girl, once. She'd been a co-worker at one of his gigs. It had been an impulsive act and nothing ever came of it. But he'd held onto that memory for years, until he'd understood no woman would ever have an interest in him. He'd tried, and failed, to shield himself by not hoping.

Kissing Y/N was different. She said he made her happy, claimed he turned her on. She'd been unbelievably responsive to his touch. And the way she’d begged him to fill her... "Arthur...I need you inside me." Goosebumps broke out at his recollections. He was thankful for the guidance she’d given him. It had been enough for him to feel like a participant instead of the novice he was.

Later, the sensation of her throbbing against his mouth when she came, knowing he had done that to her, had been one of the only times he had ever felt powerful. They'd both gotten up off her couch a little shakily. She'd still looked blissful and somewhat dazed. He smiled as he remembered how her lips had pulled at him, then parted as she moaned. ("She was so noisie! I can never bring her over. Penny woud heer everything.") He still couldn’t fathom how she hadn't minded when his cock chose not to cooperate. And that she’d asked him to come over again - tonight!

She’d offered the use of her shower, and he’d gladly accepted. As he'd watched her pick out towels for him, standing there in her bathrobe and bare feet, he'd been unable to speak. She must have noticed, because she'd kissed his nose and asked if he was all right. He'd nodded.

He'd had to use her shampoo, resulting in his hair smelling like strawberries. Vaguely, he wondered if he smelled like a woman. But he decided he didn't care - the scent kept her closer. He'd wanted to shave, but she only had a wet razor hanging on the shower wall. Since his most recent release from Arkham, he'd used an electric shaver. The therapist and doctor there had advised him not to keep other types of razors in his apartment. Blinking, he’d turned away from it, deciding to shave at home.

After getting dressed and leaving the bathroom, Arthur had found Y/N in the kitchen. She'd put coffee on and two mugs were on the counter. It was a snapshot of domesticity he never thought he'd get to experience in his wretched life. They'd stood together in front of the stove while she made toast and burned scrambled eggs. He was proud of himself for having taken only five or so seconds to put his arm around her back at the waist. Then he’d tried to distract himself from wondering if it was all right by sipping his drink.

She’d leaned into him with her hip, looked up, and said, “I never noticed your sideburns before.” She’d rubbed at one gently, then moved her hand to his chin and pulled him to her for a quick peck. “They’re cute.” He hadn’t said anything in response to the sudden compliment, still suspicious of the idea that a woman, even Y/N, could find any part of him “cute.” Averted eyes and a slight, toothy grin had been all he’d managed.

When she’d served breakfast, he hadn't had the heart to tell her he wasn't hungry. He’d enjoyed the raspberry jam on his toast - he usually only bought grape, it being the cheapest option. And even though the eggs were terrible, he’d smothered them with ketchup and eaten them. She'd been talking the entire time, telling him about her upcoming day and asking about his. But he'd only half heard her. He was too busy trying to figure out how he was ever going to interact with her normally after all this.

His eyebrows pinched. Even before his first breakdown, connections had been impossible for him to make, and Arkham hadn’t exactly been a place to seek warmth. For so many years, he'd yearned for someone, to matter to that person and know what it was to love them. He was at a loss as to what to do now that he had it. If he had it.

Changing the context of how he thought of himself to include not only mentally ill loner but also potential romantic partner, would be a mindfuck. He wasn’t sure he was up to the task. And he knew he had nothing to offer besides his problems and his heart, whatever that was worth. He hoped it would be sufficient.

Holding his pen, he bit his lip. He wouldn't be able to take back the words once they were out. Carefully, writing as clearly as he could, he let the ink touch the paper. "I think I love Y/N. Shud I tell her? What if its to soon? I don't want her to be upset." Staring at what he'd written, Arthur let out a long breath and lit a cigarette. Then, smiling, he put his head down as his eyes welled up. He wiped at them hastily.

He had left Y/N’s apartment reluctantly. Even after her invitation, he felt as though stepping out her front door would wake him up from a dream he’d never return to. The solid feeling of her lips on his, her tongue teasing his mouth for entry when they'd kissed goodbye, helped assure him there'd be more. Part of him had wanted to tell her he loved her, like he'd just written in his notebook. It would have been nice to experience saying it to someone. But he'd forced himself to hold back. That was a vulnerability he couldn’t allow. Not yet. But he hoped she'd been able to see it in his eyes and feel it in how he'd touched her.

As he took a drag off his cigarette, he crossed out the word "think" and replaced it with "kno."

Arthur had come dangerously close to confessing everything to her. It would have been a relief to get it out the way. To have her end it if she decided he was too much of a mess to take on, which he assumed was likely. But he hadn't been able to go through with it. And the permission she'd given him to keep his secrets, even though she'd told him she wanted to know him, had been confusing. Now he wasn't sure how much she actually wanted to learn.

But she kept asking so many questions.

He didn't know what he was obligated to tell her. That one of the few times Penny had paid attention was when he'd been hitting his head against the shower wall? That she’d had him committed more than once? He wasn't upset with Penny for that - he was grateful she’d momentarily cared enough to stop him from hurting himself. But on many days he wondered why. Arthur Fleck was a meaningless speck. Born to be put upon and feel bad while trying to take care of his mother and deal with whatever other shit life decided to throw at him.

Taking a deep breath to quell his mind, his eyes shut. Sitting there all day, counting down the minutes until Y/N touched him again, wasn't going to help. There was vacuuming that needed to be done. The bathroom had to be cleaned. And he needed to start his day so he could go out and find a job.

He'd cut back on groceries, changing from seltzer to tap water, buying white instead of wheat bread, getting TV dinners that were marked down because they were close to expiring. But it was still difficult to maintain his meager savings. Maybe he could pick up a spare shift at Amusement Mile. It was the off season, but there had to be work to do.

He wrote another line in his journal before closing it: “Gotta work on more jokes. No time to waste."

After getting up from the breakfast bar, Arthur padded into the kitchen to start Penny's Farina porridge. Still pretty full from Y/N's delightfully awful cooking, he started making Penny an extra portion. He felt a twinge of remorse for having left her alone all night. He knew he was all she had. Until four weeks ago, she'd been all he'd had, too.

Once he was in the bedroom, he opened the window shade and sat in the chair next to her. He studied her face before reaching out, wondering if she would be proud of him if she knew what had happened. Then he peeled the blanket back and touched her hand. "Mom, come on,” he said gently. “It's time to wake up."  

Her eyelids started to flutter; she eventually focused on him. "Happy."

He gulped, concentrating on her face. Ask how I am. I finally have something good to say. I did my act! I'm in love! He was sure he looked as desperate as he felt. Please notice me…

It took her a few seconds to sit up. "Happy, I wrote a new letter. It's on the coffee table."

Sighing, he turned to look out the window. "Okay." After nodding to himself, he stood and helped her out of bed, lifting her light frame gently until she was stably on her feet.

As he guided her to the living room, she spoke. "You smell like perfume."

He smiled, the hurt in his chest softening a bit. "That's because I was with Y/N. I had a big date." A big overnight date, he thought with pride, then laughed as he blushed. He deposited Penny on her usual chair and flicked on the TV. On the way back to the kitchen, he grabbed the envelope. As he got out a bowl, he studied the letter. What on earth could his mother be constantly writing to Thomas Wayne about? He checked briefly to make sure she wasn't paying attention, then opened it, his back to the living room.

His reading wasn't the best, and it took him time to take in the words on the page. "Your son..." "Our son..." He reread those key phrases, thinking he must be mistaken. As he went further, his grip on the papers tightened. "Arthur is a good boy." His jaw clenched. "...how happy he is most of the time." "I love you forever, Penny Fleck."

Slowly, he folded the letter back together and stuffed it in its envelope. Despite the deep breath he took, he couldn't stop the confusion, anger, and hint of excitement from blooming in him. A scowl came across his face as he tried to control himself, failing already.

Arthur slammed his fist on the counter, knocking the bowl on it to the floor with a crash.

Penny called from the living room. "Happy, what happened? Did you hurt yourself again?"

"How come you never told me?" he yelled, going to the living room entrance.  

She stood from the chair, pointing at him. "Is that my letter? You have no right opening my mail!"

He slowly advanced on her. "How could you keep this from me?"

Penny ran into the bathroom, faster than he'd seen her move in years. "You're gonna kill me. You're gonna give me a heart attack!" she shrieked, slamming the door and locking it.

"I'll give you a-" he followed her and pounded on the door, then jiggled the handle.

"I'm not talking to you until you stop being angry!" she yelled.

Immediately, he withdrew, pacing back and forth. "Okay. Okay," he said meekly. "I'm not angry, Mom," he said calmly, shoulders tightening as he approached the bathroom again. "I'm not angry." Leaning in, he put his hand on the door. "Please. Mom. Is this real?"

There was a long pause before her muffled voice came through the wood. "He's an extraordinary man, Happy. A very powerful man." Arthur stared at the door in disbelief. "We were in love. He said it was best that we not be together because of appearances."

When he leaned his head against the door, he sighed. "And I could never tell anyone-," she continued, "-because. Well, I signed some papers." His eyes drifted shut. "And besides, you can imagine what people would say about Thomas and me. And what they'd say about you."

His answer came quietly, voice rough with emotion. "What would they say, mom?"

He heard her intake of breath before she answered. "That you're an unwanted bastard."

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Honey | Prologue

It’s simple enough to tell what kind of bee stings you by the markings on their body. The bright golden stripes look the same when a certain amount of anxiety presses against the inside of your mind when a slight buzzing fills the air- but if you really take a moment, just one moment, to sit and look at what it is that’s resting on the soft petals of a flower, you can tell.

The workers are the ones that usually take flight during sweltering summer days when the sun seems to obscure vision and the scent of freshly cut grass fills your lungs. They do their jobs- flying from one soft pad of pollen to another until their too heavy to comprehend making another pit-stop.

I wasn’t always so calm when it came to seeing the little insects. I wouldn’t freeze in my spot and hover closer to get a good look at what exactly had the power to send people running. The first time I was stung was the worst though, a day that I’ll never be able to push from my mind.

It was one of those days where the light lingered in the sky, turning a once vibrant blue to a low hanging navy. The stars were just begging to shine through as the moon made its appearance right above the horizon.

The day was nearing an end, sleep pushing flush against me as I lounged in the long stalks of sweet grass that rose above our shoulders as she gazed above us. The ground was cold despite the heat of the day, my hands folded diligently against my overall coated stomach.

My breath was shallow, heart pounding in my ears as the wheel to my bike continued to turn with slight clicks. I had thrown it down so quickly along the curved edge of the dirt road that I hadn’t given it time to dull to a slow, yet powerful, roll.

The crickets were chirping in tune with the pulse against my wrist as I willed myself to calm down. I would have to get to the house soon- get back to the daily life that was complete with schoolwork and baths, and sleep that I didn’t’ want to fall into.

The pain was brief, an irritation instead of something that was overwhelming. It was a slight burn, my breath flooding my lungs as I pulled myself from the grassy oasis. It was right beneath my elbow.

I blinked feverishly, my mouth suddenly like cotton as the involuntary tears began to cloud my vision. I had been bitten by ants before, had fallen off swings, and taken tumbles on the very bike that was three feet away.

I had never peddled that fast before, not even when the Johnson’s from down the street let their monster of a dog off of its spike studded leash. That dog didn’t’ scare me, and neither did those boys who only wore sweat-stained tank-tops. But the bee that has just dug it’s pointed stinger into my flesh was a different story.

The tears that streaked down dirt-coated cheeks, dripping off my chin and wicking into the fabric of my t-shirt. My knees ached, and breath quickened as I sped past my metal clad mailbox and through the screen door that kept a grated golden yellow reflection from the light.

My mom was cooking- the scent of pot roast coated my lungs in an almost comforting way as I let the door slam behind me. It was loud, enough for my mom to draw in a breath. She had told me a million times not to slam her door. I could slam my door when I moved out- but never hers.

She pulled her attention away from the boiling pot of potatoes. The sunflower wallpaper was so bright against the glow of the kitchen lamps. I squinted, not used to such an artificial thing out of nowhere like that. Her face fell almost immediately as she abandoned her stirring and knelt down in front of me.

Her mousey brown hair pooled in front of deep cobalt eyes, apron bunching at her feet as she was quick to use her thumb to wipe away some of the stray tears that continued to fall from my eyes. “What it is, Avery, did something happen?”

“I don’t know,” I sounded out between quick intakes of air. I was starting to feel dizzy- hyperventilating from the fear of whatever it could be. We had just learned about black widows, the spider with a bright crimson pattern against its thorax. “I got bit.”

“Where?” My mother coaxed, voice soothing as I yanked up my elbow and shoved the large welted area near her face. A sly smile spread across paper thin lips. I didn’t think anything about this was funny- I was about to die, the venom was going to reach my heart at any second and she was laughing? “Oh, sweetie, that’s just a bee sting.”

“A what?” I squeaked, shrinking into myself as the frown began to dissipate from my features. She didn’t’ answer me right away, instead, she scooped me off of the tiled floor and onto the counter away from the stove. It didn’t ache as much as it had been a few seconds later.

“A bee sting,” She reiterated, turning her back to me as she started to shuffle around the kitchen in an attempt to find something that I couldn’t quite place. It was a little container filled with white powder- stuff I had seen her bake with before. “He didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sure.”

“How do you figure?” I sniffed, dragging my free hand against the base of my nose as she started to mix water into the concoction. I watched her, mesmerized. She was captivating with her movements, my jaw parting slightly. “He stung me.”

“Bee’s are simple creatures, my love.” She soothed as she took the metal edge of a spoon and motioned for me to stick out my arm so she could get a good look at the throbbing pain that shot against my arm. I let her, closing my eyes as I glanced away from what she was doing. The cold of the cornstarch was a shock at first, my breath drawing in so quick that it burned against my throat. “They have a purpose, and sometimes when things threaten that purpose they fight back.”

I nodded softly, calming down enough to focus on her words. “So he was just protecting himself?”

“Protecting his purpose.” She said, setting the porcelain bowl down as she raised her soft touch back up to my reddened cheek to brush away any tears that were lingering against my skin. I leaned into it, comfort from the pain dulling bringing me down enough to catch my breath.

“Everyone has a purpose, right?”

“I would sure hope so, my love.”        

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Papans- Chapter 1:

Summary: This is new character idea I have made with their backstory and a personality that seems a little different than the usual ones. I added a little own idea for an evil creature for the universe but not much is known to anyone, one that even Error might not like. This is his birth, his start, and their destruction.

Caution: These are my own ideas and are not canon of all of Undertale or the other characters used as they belong to their respective owners. Please keep hurtful and hateful comments about your own head-canons to yourself and stop spreading hate to this beautiful fandom of kind people.

The world was new, yet to gain the colour and form into a new universe to join the many more from the core called 'Undertale'. It all came from a world where this world was created and many more come to have passed and many more to come. The mind was young and fresh as they imagined a world of their own, colours beginning to swirl into the white world. The landscape beginning to take form and souls beginning to arrive. The favourite of this young mind were the famous skeleton brothers as they arrive before the others and slowly their bodies begin to take form. But something goes wrong. The once colours of this yet to be formed world begin to grey and drip into the endless void where it joins the beasts that live there and the land beginning to flatten to the worlds named 'white void'. If any had eyes and looked at the top of this dying world was a black sticky substance as it drained the imagination of this world to create another white void. It used to be small and unable to take any beings formed to which they left or any being close to forming to which they cease to exist.

But now, it was large and strong enough to take lives as it slid closer to the almost formed skeleton brothers. It was going to have it's first taste of a soul, now strong enough and soon it will consume all worlds, it's desire evident in it's very stench. The young mind losing it's creative ways and abandoning this world which left these yet to fully form bodies to suffer at the hands of this true monster. They didn't want to go, they didn't want to die. They weren't strong enough alone. As the monster of darkness approached they had decided. They weren't strong enough alone but if they fuse together, they could make someone who could, both of them together forever. They would be happy like that, to have their yet made lives continue on another way. They glowed bright as their bodies turn to energy and combine with the almost made souls and slide together as a new being was born. They weren't strong enough for a full adult but a child just born, made of bones like their original forms would have been made of. With their best energies just as they combined they used magic only guardians can possess they rip a portal and escape, closing it just as the monster tried to consume them, not being strong enough.

Their souls finally become one to make a male skeleton baby. Aspects from both but not yet fully seen which side these aspects took from. His body trying to find a safe place to land, to be safe from that true monster. His rounded head from Sans seen at the top with the large eye sockets, unsure if he has the pinprick eye lights as of yet with them closed, but the teeth and jaw instead of the everlasting smile of sans, what you would see for an average skeleton head in a way. Thick bones like Sans and confident movements as it shifted, the trip finished as they landed on a dark night, under a street lamp with the crisp air swirling around and the endless stars above. More on this skeleton would be evident as he grew. But it seemed that he had the height from Papyrus.

A shadow grew closer with a large smile, the child not strong enough to stay concious as it sleeps, unaware of what has happened after it's arrival. A cloaked figure steps into the light and face revealed. It was a adult human female as her smirk widens, it was a monster and a child. She had plans. A slave or for a good price seemed like a good future for her as her greed made her rush forward to try to snatch the defenceless child but her hand froze just before her fingers could even brush the humerus bone. She looked at the child then her hand. Then her arm then any part of her body she could look at to see a slight blue glow around her like an aura. She was confused. She couldn't move forward. The some white pinprick eye appeared in the darkness with a large smile below. Before she could even utter a sound, she was tossed up and flew miles away at which if she landed on ground would undoubtedly have killed her but she was fortunate that this skeleton was skilled and forced her to land in a harmless lake in the middle of the park in the area and on a summers night where the air was fresh and crisp from the spring that had just passed.

The skeleton walked forward lazily as the lamp finally light up his features. He was quite short with a dirty blue hoodie, black shorts that ended just over his knee caps with a white stripe down the side. His Tibia and Fibula visible till his white sock that lead to fluffy pink open-heel slipper. His skull round with the large permanent looking smile, large eye sockets with the pinprick eye lights and his bones pearly white. He walked to the small skeleton infant and peered down. He slowly reached down with his own glove covered hands and carefully picked up the child with expert care as he looked at him. He noticed a small paper, barely there, with a small word written. With a the last small of free energy from the two combining, they had picked a name that had both of them in it. 'Papans'. It was small like Sanses but with the mighty Papyrus at the start. One they had both been happy with before they became this one being and only enough for the small fragile paper as clothes would have been too much with the travel to a safer world. No one would have known what they have truly like other than the one who started on the creation of this new world. The one that had picked up the child as I am sure you realise is a classic Sans. They had aimed and succeed in getting their new self in a classic world, in a pacifist timeline and one that didn't plan on resetting.

Sans smiled as he cradled this infant with the small fragile paper placed in his pocket for later use, “heh, i remember pap being this small. that human had no love in their heart but LOVE. heh, felt like a lifetime since i said that and plus, while we look for your parents i am sure frisk will love a new sibling before you get your parents back. though it is odd for you to be a skeleton child, it must have been a skele-ton of work for you to have the bones gathered and the magic. i hope this wasn't some trap, wouldn't surprise me really. so papans what's your story, where do you belong and why were you there. pap wanted me to throw these old clothing away but i can't with their memory they give, though i would have a walk in these old clothes for my mind to wander in the old times before we were free.”

He had started to walked along the dark streets to a more peaceful subburben area, careful of the child, had even taken his hoodie off to wrap the naked skeleton to keep warm, holding the child with his head supported as they sleep away, seeming to just talk to the child like he wanted to get it off his chest, “kinda glad that frisk stopped the resets you know, been ten years now on the surface. we have a new life and working of the future. today marks the day that us monsters came to the surface and a state of peace washed over the world. monsters and humans have been getting along now so it is possible someone tried to make another skeleton but a baby, never mind that it take a lot of energy and magic with a bit of a monster soul, dings had trouble with us when we got created. heh, me and pap ran riot. you see, dings is our brother and he was made a few years a head of us, we were still in our tubes but no soul yet created for us two. not him or us remember our parents or makers but we did find the blueprints that were used, haven't told pap though he came later, you see, we grew quite quick to childhood but slowed for teenage years and when we hit adult we aged like any monster should about then. it had appeared that we were meant to be seen on how we grew since we are the only skeletons but why exactly was unsure and we had been the only ones..” He chuckled as he seemed to be in his own little world, it didn't seem that he was talking to the child exactly but saying his thoughts.

He was happy as he grew silent. His mind distant into the past as his steps walked along. Suddenly the skeleton disappears and appears suddenly walking into a small cottage. Crashes and smashing sounds came from inside but Sans smiled at the sound, “heh, looks like undyne is here tonight and wrecking the place as usual.” He took out a key from out of the air itself and placed the key in, creating the smallest sound of metal going in the lock. The house grew silent as he unlocked the door and began to open the door. The smell of a fire entered his nose hole and he smiled wider, still the same old. He covered the child to prevent it breathing in the small wisps. There was papyrus standing there,trying to block the kitchen on the left from Sans view with the smoke coming out and the sound of the fire extinguisher going off heavily at the must be fire on the stove. Papyrus was in his cooking outfit with the apron reading 'The master cook!' on the front, general clothing of jeans and a skull pattern shirt underneath though the apron and his jeans seems a little singed from the fire. He didn't seem to see the bundle that seems like his hoodie yet which he was grateful, Papyrus was just nervous as Sans finally took a tiny bit of  role as the older brother, of coming out earlier, and made the rule that he could make a fire in the kitchen. They didn't want to seem like a threat to the humans when they first got free. But this time he would let it slide, “hey pap, i don't feel up to a lazy lecture tonight. the ten minutes i was out walking made me exhausted.”

That set Papyrus off as his eye sockets became googly eye like and he got ready for a lecture of his own but Sans was quick to teleport to his dark room and lock the door as the muffled yelling of Papyrus is heard and the laughter of Undyne rang out, she seems to like when Papyrus gets like this, she loves that face. Sans carefully unwrapped the sleeping baby skeleton and placed on the actually made bed, Papyrus has taken to making it himself, this time is had a childs' race car design that Papyrus was quite fond of and he kept the room dark to help the child sleep. Sans was grateful of Papyrus but if he knew of the skeleton child, he would want to adopt it and there was no letting go sand the child seemed very drained, which did concern him a bit, so sleep was needed for him right now. He made sure the child was stable and still asleep before he got his laptop out, with his magic, and sat at the small desk he had got put in his room. He had to make space of all his star charts and books on the known stars for the laptop. He set the laptop screen light to the dimmest and began to look for missing children and any enquiries, he can't keep the child from Papyrus for long so he has to be quick and start asking around without Papyrus noticing.

This would be difficult to keep from Papyrus and he will have to ask Frisk to help. Which reminded him,  he got his fancy phone out, put on the flesh gloves to allow him to work this cheaper one until his actually skeleton usable phone was finished being fixed, he dropped it from a six story building by accident, by Alphys herself. He sent a quick text to see if he could help with a 'project' of his and they accepted, they has some free time off being ambassador for a few days. He went back to looking before he had to retire, sneaking some milk from the fridge. This was going to be a long night as he placed the milk aside and slept with the child.

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