#leafs gaster bros

[leafaske]

the proposal was *checks entry 17* not accepted he definitely isn't soliciting the government for resources to build a portal gun for funsies, no sir

referencing this amazing photoset of weird al (thank you @thefloatingstone for putting this on my dash)

[aus-from-undertale]

Leafs gaster bros

HAVING A BAD DAY?

NEEDING SOME SWEETNESS IN YOUR LIFE?

THE HORRORS WONT LEAVE YOU ALONE?

YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT PLACE THEN :D

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This is an AU about a take on gaster being a brother to papyrus and sans.

It's mostly a lot of cute and funny menacing shenanigans of their daily lives and relationship

The stories are cute?

Yes.

BUT THE ART STYLE THO?!?!?

*chef french kiss* 🤌

ITS THAT GOOD

ITS SO CUTE AND THE LINEART IS URGAHAJSGWHJS beautiful.

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You can read it on @leafaske account on the hashtag #leaf gaster bros :D

The author came back to Tumblr recently so what is a better time then now to talk about this AU?

Bonus

And if you really like this content, the author made some stuff about the leaf gaster bros, like a pillowcase book with their shenanigans :D

You can find more about it on @leafstore :)

Ooh gaster not being a bitch for once? Now that's rare XD

I talked about some AUs like this, but gaster is the father in these, not the brother.

Oh well~

Don't have to hide and Gaster's great escape are still great reads :)

[leafask]

Out of the bros, who would be reigning champion of DDR?

that's a trick question

papyrus would be the only one who gets enjoyment out of actually playing

dings would get the most enjoyment out of fixing the machine after he inevitably breaks it from playing too, um, passionately

sans would fall asleep on the hand rail and tell papyrus how great at the game he is, but later find a way to metagame that requires zero dancing effort and pays out top scores

meanwhile the scoreboard's mysterious and legendary "FRTMSTR" becomes papyrus' arch nemesis, agitating him to play the game even more ferociously

and break it more ferociously

it's a cycle

[vero-valzer]

@leafaske, your wonderful trio of boneheads made it to me, safe and sound! 💀💙💀💙💀

Thank you, @leafaske, for sharing your art of these wonderful skelebros with the world! I’ve followed your art of these three since the first concepts for WingDingus and I’m so grateful I had the opportunity and means to get a hold of their glorious shenanigans in physical form! The redone and colored visuals are an absolute treat for the eyeballs! 🤩✨

This turned up in the mail on a day and during a time I sorely needed all of the laughs, smiles, and light that your art and this lovely bro-trifecta (bro-fecta?) brings to my life. ❤️

Thank you so much, again, @leafaske, for your art, creativity, sense of humor, and for taking the time to put together this collection of wonderful Gaster Bros. content! ❤️

P.S. - “2 AM” is still probably my favorite comic (followed closely by “Reciprocal”) because my youngest sister who actually plays trombone would totally pull a stunt like that at 2 AM when I ask what time it is and our middle sister would be the one who bursts into the room with a righteous fury, 2-page-spread, to duly inform us that it is—in fact—TWO O’ CLOCK IN THE %$#@ING MORNING!!!

[luminous-shifting-vibes]

actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

out of context of course, what do you take me for? a sane person?

"they made lightning mcqueen hot"

"inch resting"

"Nix: Cars (2006) several people are typing..."

"im evaporating"

"enjoy precipitation"

"tow mater is more attractive than lightning mcqueen/hj"

"lightning mcqueen looks like he would call me a slur"

"why did I come back to a discussion regarding the attractiveness of vehicles"

"lark is the braincell of shiftblr tbh"

"you all need some grass in your life"

"me over here simping for block men and now literal cars"

"didn't nick wilde commit fraud canonically"

"i have no strong opinions on whether or not nick wilde is attractive"

"I AM AROMANTIC AND I AM NOT IMMUNE TO NICK WILDE"

"I am bisexual and I. Am not into Nick Wilde based on a simple fact he looks like he will drink all my pepsi and call me names"

"What is shiftbkr but not a bunch of simps"

"cries in Bianca Monroe"

"listen i have a folder called gayass

it is mostly pictures of kyoka jiro and virgil sanders"

"Nick Wilde x Reader where he steals your car 📷 carjacker to lovers AU 📷"

"he says "mama i like to step on keyboard""

"MY MOM JUST WALKED IN AND I HAD TO TELL HER I WAS LOOKING AT LIGHTING MC QUEEN HUMAN FANART"

"crab walks away"

""Y/N..." Nick whispered into your ear. "Your car...is a Honda Civic, right?" You looked up at Nick with a baffled expression. "Nick, my beloved? Whatever are you talking about?" "Just asking..." He said as he let you out of his embrace. "Hey, wanna see a magic trick, babe?" Your eyes sparkled. "Really, Nick? Of course!" Nick smiled. "Ok, close your eyes!" You giggled and closed your eyes, waiting for Nick to tell you to open up. Instead, you heard the loud rumble of a car starting up, and you open your eyes. Nick has stolen your car, and he has driven off into the sunset..."

"did y'all know his name used to be canonically Montgomery--he changed it to lightning mcqueen to get rid of his past"

"That is my exit number"

"cars trauma arc"

"wait do y'all know about car jesus" "as if jesus wasn't a ford focus in the bible"

"oh yall do not want to know about the trauma in my cars dr lmao"

"Dewit tau style babey make Lightning McQueen outlive everyone and stalk their reincarnations"

"Do they baptize other cars in like gasoline then"

"there is a pope car in the cars universe which means car jesus died for cars sins"

"NOT THE BOOMER MEMES"

"-lays facedown on the floor while caramelldansen plays-"

"like im serious how many of you guys endorse me falling face down on my floor" (NOT THE SAME PERSON AS PREVIOUS QUOTE)

"I will be Tall and no one can stop me"

"is a soft floor?"

"stop I thought faceplant meant like a succulent in the shape of a face instead of falling onto your noggin for a solid 10 seconds"

"Touch some grass??? What about eating grass"

"what if for every employee of the month i just printed out really horrible boomer memes"

"what ab smoking grass /j"

"Can the grassdirt smoothie be a special in the cafe"

"PLEASE IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR REWRITINH THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE WHIKE SPEEDRUNINT MINECRAFT"

"you have to get good dirt from like the middle of a pennsylvanian forest for it to taste good though"

"I ate a four leaf clover as a kid cause i thought it would make me lucky"

"guys how do i see the mee6 leaderboard"

"I used to think i was half dragon and I ate plants out of sidewalk cracks"

"i think i punched someone"

"my parents told me to stop doing that so I looked at them and ate a flower"

"I ate grass when I was 9 bc I read warrior cats and thought I was a medicine cat ....................."

"bees are just spicy flies"

"I had a mental breakdown when I was three cause I didn’t know how to turn off a phone"

"My mom drank a bee once"

"when I was a baby I kinned ink sans."

"bro who here find the yellow hat man from curious george fine as heck 📷📷📷"

"mY LUNGSSSSSS"

"no one topping Him"

"I like em big"

"I think Moto Moto has no game like move over hunky boy I could beat you 1v1 Roblox Arsenal 📷📷📷"

"If you didnt have a crush on springtrap, jeff the killer, or Underfell/Gaster/Error sans don't talk to me /j"

"LOOK THEY'RE BOTH DILFS WITH ABS THAT WOULD FIGHT GOD"

"ZORO IS BANNED"

"Guys please help I found my old fnaf fanart from when I was 8 I'm in literal tears"

"OH NO BOT MY FIFTH GRADE HAMILTON PHASE"

"The worst attraction ive ever had has to be Sombra Overwatch"

"My family is like "save all ur art so I can sell it when you're famous" I literally could not sell this if I tried"

"screaming puppet"

"I just remembered Ive drawn overwatch/hamilton crossover fanart"

"my hermit crabs ate each other again"

"we're cannibals ????"

"having me here is a curse you have inflicted on yourselves and I for one am glad for it <3" "scitters around like a crab in anticipation"

"CARB DAY"

"WE NEED TO HAVE A WATCH OARTY"

"hey y'all ill be right back i have to throw away a crab carcass"

"if I watch cars I'm going to start laughing in the middle of it nonstop just because the word cars is funny and also cars are funny like how do you move silly little metal box with rubber circles"

"Lark asleep post catboy pitbul"

"Mwista Wowldwide! Nya!" "hermit crab 2: electric boogaloo"

"Is that why your name is chaos"

"manifest the crab power!!"

"cool dex fact: i can't read 📷"

"sighs adds to worship these entities list"

"with a knife <3"

"yeah and if he betrays me I could probably throw him across the atlantic ocean"

"give me his eyes"

"my good citizen i am a- wait no im nonbinary nvm"

"it worked on a fish idk what to tell you"

"what is gender??? Is that a board game?? If so can I be apples to apples that one's my favorite"

"CHUTES AND LADDERS"

"anyways actually my gender is Candyland"

"Oh god romes the destroyer of friendships/j"

"i am a simple gay i see math i run in the opposite direction survival instincts 101"

"math my beloathed"

"algebra makes me want to rip open a bag of swedish fish and swallow them whole"

"cackles in they're au characters and this will be very fun"

"pog !!!! me too ksajgks one of my drs is a sanders sides au"

"Is that bipper"

"tumblr sexyman"

"Good because he’ll fuck u up if u hurt a child"

"I want a wing-suit"

"looks like a bean would poison someone"

"my hermit crabs are cannibals what can i say"

"sonic the hedgehog kinnie"

"get yourself a man who is capable of the most ungodly actions but won't do them because of their morality owo"

"tell him he can steal my wallet"

"eyes"

"idk about y'all but I need blueberry sweet tea to live"

"y'know the red souls from soul eater i really want to eat those"

"but like only respectable crimes like stealing from elon musk"

"You can go cultbashing with he!"

"He acts like a flamboyant gay man, but if a flamboyant gay man was straight."

"Simp Satan 📷"

"definitely arson"

"They look like they enjoy lemon squares and other lemon desserts"

"Satan is all-powerful but he spends most of his time building honeymoon locations because he is convinced that the protag loves him"

"bc shes the reincarnation of his dead wife or something i guess"

annd here's a quote from our very own dream (@shiftingwastaken) that sums this post up:

"shiftblr but context makes it worse"

[kryptsune]

🌼Alright, heeeere we go. After much deliberation and tons of design doodles, I have scrapped this is a good representation of what my multiverse version of HorrorFell is all about. As I said before this is going to be more Eldritch and supernatural horror. I did say before that the other one focused more on the psychology of it but I have to argue now that this is really that AU and I will explain that briefly like I have in the past. This is a lot to unpack to stick with me! 

What you see above is Red’s occult/ ceremonial outfit he does not wear this huge imposing headdress all the time. First, it is probably super heavy and second, it’s only worn by the cult members, which no one knows what monsters are actually initiated. I don’t know if you can tell or not (sorry for the quick sketches) but that headdress is a Gaster Blaster skull. I had a lot of fun drawing this idea since I love all that kind of occult and secret society stuff. I will not be ashamed to admit that I have been super inspired by four main materials for Horrorfell. They are Bloodbourne, Fran Bow, The Order, and The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. All great shows and games that are definitely worth a play/watch if you love this kind of stuff. Onto the story (buckle up cause the angst train is pulling into the station). 

Horrorfell takes place after a pacifist run by Frisk. The story briefly goes as follows. Frisk ends up in the Underworld (Underground) and befriends the monsters and wants to help them. She never dies once either. It is basically a way watered down version of WTU in essence. I will point out that Red is still a killer and that becomes worse after Frisk’s absence ( I will explain this in a bit). Once reaching the end of her journey the monsters refuse to let her be that final soul. They would rather wait and figure out something else. Frisk promises to return to them and set them free. She is like 18-19 by the way. Asriel sacrifices himself to that end to see her leave through the barrier only the humans capture the poor girl after she leaves. They conclude that she is not mentally stable due to her insistence that monsters are real and throw her into an asylum to be “treated”. We all know what that means. 

Nearly 5+ years later and she manages to escape finding herself once again in the Underworld only it is far different from what she remembers. At this point, she is questioning whether anything is real or not. After being “treated” for so long she doesn’t quite know which reality is real. As Red (aka Saw) points out: “Ya really don’t know believe what happened do ya?” 

Frisk is the one person that gets him to turn a new leaf when it comes to his numb feelings in the beginning. It’s harder to go against what was originally natural and he struggles with overcoming his base instinct. That guilt hits him heavy now that he feels even guiltier because he didn’t care that he’s even forgotten the victims. That’s always going to haunt him. He only cares about two people in their world and that is his brother Eldritch and Frisk so everyone else is on his kill list so to speak. I would think that he would use others as a means to an end. If I keep him yandere like Blade, though not as insane, then he would do anything to see her again including becoming a ruthless killer again to do it. Get the souls, break the barrier, find the girl. Essentially he’s more of a calculating yandere in this case. So rather than being socially acceptable to kill humans, his dilemma in beating his nature with his yandere extremes and how he’s got to hold himself back. Frisk is just the person to help him recognize that he’s gotta broaden his view and that comes with accepting his flawed nature. It’s that whole killing makes me feel good/ numb idea. When accepting your flaws you end up going through lots of denial initially, being yandere, he’s going to see his view as right, even justified.

Frisk’s Mental Demons:

  The psychological toll on Frisk is great as she has been told constantly that she made up her time in the Underworld in order to shut herself away into a fantasy world. A world where she had a family... where she is loved and wanted. This happens a lot like the “Doctors” continuously try to refute her experiences or sensations medically.  Every time she goes to sleep in the Underworld she ends up back at the Asylum tied down kicking and screaming and she only wakes up again when she is sedated. Rinse and repeat. The question is... is it real? Or rather which is real. The doctors go on to state that her dark state of mind twisted her original concept behind her “family” making them this eldritch styled horror. He also goes onto explain that the reason she is so drawn and close to Red is that it is her “flirting with death”. That she is accepting that outcome because if she continues to resist treatment she will die and the moment she trusts him in her “fantasy” that will be the end. (on a side note what a jerk). Anyway, these kinds of situations happen a lot and even sometimes cross over through auditory and visual hallucinations, at least that is what the doctor says they are. I will give an example of this. 

Red zaps her with his old joy buzzer for old time sake. Not to freak her out or anything but after that encounter and she is safe with the Bros. She falls asleep and she ends up back at the asylum, whether it is a nightmare or not. She ends up crying over how real her "hallucination" feels and she talks about the buzzer. The doctors explain to her that it was an external stimulus from her shock therapy. In other words, it’s all in her head. Red tries to comfort her when this happens trying to get her to believe that he is real but he doesn’t push that on her considering how broken he sees she is. A lot of times she ends up in tears wrapped in his arms and he just holds her in a comforting way. My heart. 

The Occult/World:

The cult as I keep referring to it as is a group of powerful monsters. I am not going to say too much about them as I don’t want to ruin certain things. However, they believe humans to be their salvation while the rest of the monsters believe that they are the angels of death. They will kill humans on sight, of course, they want to live in denial of their horrible deeds. This is where the idea of hear no evil, see no evil and speak no evil comes in. Each monster falls into one of these camps even going so far as to mutilate themselves to do it. EVERYONE HAS GONE NUTS. Unlike the cult that wishes to break the barrier, the rest want to stay hidden from the beasts above. Red and Eldritch are under see no evil hence the blindfolds. Even though Red is a part of the cult however he has to play the part, the rest of them do as well. The question is which 7 monsters are a part of it? 

There is no monarchy in this since it was dissolved. It is rumored that the cult have extraordinary abilities that far surpass that of regular Boss monsters. They are considered “consorting with evils beyond their control”. I will say that Reds faith in the order is quite strong... only time will tell if their intentions are what has been advertised. The cult believes that humans are the key to their salvation and that they will summon a god to rule both the surface and the underworld. Basically bringing hell to earth. In keeping with the eldritch horror vibe. I have that “god” being an unholy amalgamation of Asriel, God of Hyper death, Chara, and Gaster not to mention that the rest of the cult can become unholy eldritch abominations as well. Reds got the Gaster blaster beast vibe with him but he also has a million eyes when his sockets go dark. A whole bunch of disturbing eyes fill his skull. (If you have ever watched Soul Eater it’s very Asura like)

Each member is associated with a major arcana as well. In Reds case, it is being a seer which in essence is seeing the truth or judgment. That is all I am going to say about them for now. Even Eldritch and Frisk don’t know that Red is in the cult by the way. I am still working on his full body design as everything I have done I am not all that satisfied with. His headshot though will stay the same I am really happy with those. I am thinking of leaning more Bloodbourne. If you have any suggestions feel free to drop them in the comments! Sorry for the massive lore dump! <3 

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[keelywolfe]

FIC: Terms of Engagement ch.5

Summary: Rus is still a kid himself and with his life turned upside-down, he has no idea how he’s going to take care of his baby brother. Having other kid skeletons appear in his world wasn’t exactly the help he was looking for.

Tags: Pre-Spicyhoney, Underfell Papyrus, Underfell Sans, Underswap Papyrus, Underswap Sans, Undertale Sans, Undertale Papyrus, Babybones, Scientist W. D. Gaster, Possible Past Child Abuse, Skellie Daycare, Growing Up Together, Big Brothers Caring For Their Little Bros, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Violence

Notes: There is a description of an injury in this chapter, just as a heads up.

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter 4

Read Chapter Five on AO3

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Rus knew Dog Monsters. There was a family of them back home in Snowdin, kind, eager Monsters who ran the shops and inn, and the pups were always eager for a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears.

Nothing at all like the slavering beasts he could see coming through the trees directly towards him. There were two of them, huge creatures with the heavy fur on their backs raised, throwing up clots of snow as they ran. Their eyes blazed red, slobbery foam hanging in strings from their mouths as they barked viciously, showing a mouthful of jagged teeth ready to rip and tear.

For too long Rus sat frozen in a mixture of terror and pain, staring as they came before survival instinct kicked in, rousing him. He couldn’t shortcut away, not with his leg caught in the trap, but that wasn’t the only card in his deck. Maybe he was hurt, but he wasn’t helpless, and even with his soul pounding in heady terror, he gathered his magic, readying an attack. A sharpened bone through the eye would make even the hardiest beast hesitate and Rus decided grimly that if he was going to die here, someone was going with him.

He waited, his attack half-formed, waiting for those red, maddened eyes to get close enough to guarantee he wouldn’t miss.

But even as he prepared to cast, both dogs were suddenly knocked back by a blurry wave of crimson, hard enough to throw them against the tree trunks. Twigs rained down on them as they slid down, both clambered instantly to their feet, shaking off the attack and snarling.

Their growls turned to whimpers, and Rus couldn’t see why, his vision was blocked by foliage. But he could hear heavy footsteps punching through the snow and the dogs were groveling, tails between their legs as they whined.

Prey!

(Our prey!)

Our XP

(Yes, ours!)

Our turn!

(Ours!)

The words trailed away into wordless whines and Rus cringed at the voice that came through the trees, a growl like broken glass, "I don't give a shit about turns. This one is mine. Back to your posts.”

Rus could only stare as the dogs did, the monstrous beasts slinking to their feet, tails tucked as they darted off the way they came. Footsteps crunched heavily through the snow and as the owner of the voice came into sight, Rus suddenly understood the dogs’ terror.

It was a demon, an enormous skeleton stalking towards him, at least a head taller than Rus and twice as broad. His sockets blazed with hellfire, one of them gaping with an ugly crack. His jagged teeth gnashing, huge, crimson-gloved hands curled into fists. Even his fucking clothes screamed with threat, plated armor covered in spikes and strung with chains that clattered as heavy boots led him ever closer.

Rus distantly wished the dogs had finished him off. That, at least, might have been quick.

His magic faltered in his grip and faded as Rus cringed away, choking on terror and whimpering. First in fear and then a cry of pain as he accidentally moved his leg, the teeth of the trap digging in harder with every twitch.

The demon stopped. It crouched down, hands hanging loosely between his bent knees, and spoke, much softer than he had to the dogs, "Russy?"

The voice wasn’t familiar, rough and brusque. But the name... no one had ever called him Russy, no one else except--

“edge?” Rus croaked out in disbelief.

The demon, no, Edge, it was Edge, smiled then, and for a moment he could see it, the gentleness within it, that sweet little baby bones who always begged to be carried, always wanted hugs and snuggles, who stubbornly insisted he’d marry his Russy someday.

Then the smile faded and it was gone. Barely, Rus kept himself from flinching as Edge stripped off his gloves and reached for the trap, telling him in that broken glass voice, “Hold still.”

An edict that Rus almost immediately disobeyed as Edge began prying the teeth open and the dulling pain flared like wildfire. He struggled not to scream, arms flailing in the snow, and Edge grunted, working it open despite his thrashing.

“Don't struggle,” he admonished. “It's designed to tighten if you struggle. Hold still before you lose your leg.”

A wretched sob worked its way loose from Rus’s mouth, carrying words with it, “You made this?!”

Adorable baby bones eager to make puzzles and traps, catching his brother in one and Red had been so proud--

“I did. Now do as I say.”

Lying in the cold wet snow, numb except for the agony lancing up his leg, was the hardest thing Rus had ever done, harder than raising his brother, harder than working three jobs until they could afford their house. He bit his tongue, holding back screams as Edge did whatever he was doing.

It took a small eternity, the trap loosening in excruciating increments. Edge’s hands were steady, and he only paused once to say, “Don't look, all right?"

Yeah, not a problem. Rus definitely didn’t want to see it, he could feel the marrow soaking through his pant leg and thinking of the mangled wreck that trap might have made of his leg made nausea rise, thick and gagging.

When he was finally free, Edge slung the trap carelessly away in a clatter of metal. Rus could only lay there trembling, soaked through with snow and sweat. He didn’t want to look yet and see what kind of damage was down there. Pain flared again and Rus choked off a cry as Edge began rolling up his pant leg.

“wait,” Rus croaked. Tears blurred his vision and he blinked hard, felt the heat of them trailing down his chilled cheekbones. Numbness was sinking in, maybe he was in shock? He didn’t understand this, any of this.

“Can’t wait, we can’t stay here.” Edge looked at him then, those blazing eye lights seemed dimmer, softer, “Just a little longer, Russy, you can do this.”

You can do this. How many times had he cheered that to a group of stumbling baby bones as they jumped and played? To his brother, Papyrus, Edge, all the memories of those days flooding back to him.

Rus could barely feel the hands that settled on his leg, but the sudden warmth that coursed through him made him gasp. He scrambled up onto his elbows and looked down in time to see splintered bone coming back together beneath the warm, green flood of healing magic flowing from Edge’s hands. His pant leg was shredded, crimson marrow staining the cloth and the snow all around his leg, but the bone was moving in reverse, coming back together into smooth paleness.

Edge grunted and the green faded. He wiped away beads of crimson sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. “Best I can do for now.”

Gingerly, Rus moved his leg. It still hurt and he could see the bruised discoloration rising, but nothing like the agony he’d felt before. He thought maybe he could walk now and from what Edge said, it sounded like he was gonna have to do just that and quickly. But he couldn’t hold back a squeak of shock as Edge leaned down suddenly, brushing his mouth over the blemished bone as lightly as a falling leaf.

“There,” he said in that deep, harsh voice, but the smile he slanted at Rus was like staring into a memory, shyly impish, “A kiss to make it better, isn’t that what you always said?”

“i...yeah,” Rus said weakly, “i did, didn’t i.” Up close, the crack that ran through Edge’s socket looked even worse. It trailed from his cheekbone through the socket, dwindling off into the top of his skull. He reached up, thoughtlessly, but Edge didn’t flinch as he touched it lightly, distantly noting the warmth of Edge’s bones in the cold numbness of his fingers. “looks like you could’ve used a couple of kisses.”

That teasing grin widened, “I left the crack mostly for effect, but you’re welcome to try.”

Before Rus could figure out what to say to that--because uh, what?-- he was abruptly scooped up into strong arms and pulled in for a hard hug. Despite all the spikes and chains, the heavy plates that made up his armor, it was weirdly comforting to be cradled so closely. Rus couldn't remember the last time he’d gotten a hug from someone bigger than him, had he ever? His hugs had been from his bro, and for a little while from the other two little ones. No one else touched him, no one hugged him, not like this, surging power tempered by gentleness.

“I’ve missed you,” Edge said, simply. His voice rumbled through Rus, who couldn’t help leaning into that embrace. Since the moment he’d fallen out of that last shortcut, this was his first chance at feeling safe. He wound his arms around Edge’s neck, avoiding anything on his armor that seemed too pokey, and held on tightly.

“yeah,” Rus whispered, a threadbare sound. “yeah, me too.”

It ended far too soon, that tight hold easing, but Edge didn’t set Rus down. Instead, he cradled him in his arms and turned on his heel, walking briskly down what Rus supposed passed for a path.

“whoa, hang on,” Rus yelped. He squirmed a little but without much hope. Edge’s arms were as strong as that trap and didn’t budge, holding on implacably.

“We can’t stay here,” Edge said firmly. “XP hunters are always skirting this area. We can talk in town.”

“in town?”

“Snowdin.”

“you guys moved to snowdin, too?” Rus yelped as Edge abruptly stopped and looked down at him in clear exasperation.

“Talking in town,” he repeated sternly and Rus nodded meekly.

“yes, sir,” Rus mumbled.

It took a moment for Rus to realize the low, rumbling sound was Edge chuckling. “No. For you, I am always Edge.”

It seemed like there was something Rus should say to that, but words, usually his staunch ally filled with puns and sarcasm, were failing him. A morning that started like any other had fallen through a rabbit hole and Rus was still trying to figure out this dark version of wonderland. In town, Edge said, they could talk in town which he guessed must be safe, or safer than a woods where sentry posts needed barbed wire and brutal traps.

Okay, then, in town it was. Rus settled into Edge’s arms, exhausted from the domino fall of crap that had landed on him and already lulled into drowsing by the rhythm of his steps.

TBC

[undertalezine]

LOVE: An Undertale Zine has 45 talented souls who’ve been working hard to make this zine a reality. Today, we’d like to shine the spotlight on one of our illustrators: Lea Faske!

Tell us a little bit about yourself!

My name's Lea, but you can call me Leaf! I'm a professional concept artist and illustrator in the games industry who fell helplessly in love with Undertale. In my spare time, I make a lot of fan art, and am probably most known for my series of Gaster Bros. gag comics.

Who’s your favorite Undertale character?

When playing through the pacifist route, my first favorites were Papyrus and Mettaton. After the genocide route brought out something different in all the characters, however, Undyne absolutely stole my heart, and after that, so did Sans. 

Sans and Papyrus are probably my favorites on a personal level, because they remind me of the relationship I have with my sister. I have a crippling weakness for sibling relationships, probably for the same reason.

What’s your favorite moment in the game?

Probably Undyne's battle in the genocide route. It's simply incredible, from the sheer impact of it to the emotion in the music. Other than that, the moment Asgore breaks the Mercy button. Gives me chills every time.

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I’ve collected a few doujinshi / fancomics / fanzines over the past years.

Long list with summaries under the cut. (Order by appearance on the photo.)

Name: Half Soul Tale Artist: Midori / aiai Language: English

Summary: Genocide Route, Chara and Sans are having an emotional conversation during their battle. Frisk doesn't like the current situation and tries to take back control over their SOUL.

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Name: 花の約束 (Flower Promise) Artist: BanoAkira Language: Japanese / English

Summary: Several cute very short scenes about Chara and Asriel during their happy days

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Name: なんだかんだやっぱloveでしょ (It's kinda love) Artist: BanoAkira Language: Japanese / English

Summary: Papyrus and Frisk try to improve Sans', Chara's and Flowey's strained "friendship". It doesn't really work. In the end they have a friendly(?) snowball fight.

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Name: The Man Who Talks With His Hands Artist: BanoAkira Language: Japanese / English

Summary: Several funny scenes about Gaster, Sans, Asgore and the Gaster Followers

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Name: Leaf's Gaster Bros. Collection Artist: leafaske Language: English

Summary: Short Gags, Illustrations and FAQ involving Gaster, Sans and Papyrus

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Name: Building Bridges Artist: Latte / Spoopy-Gaster Language: English

Summary: Gaster, Sans and Papyrus rebuild their relationship

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Name: MishMash Artist: Yochmock Language: Japanese

Summary: Illustration book with several pictures, (almost) no text

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Name: YOU&ME Artist: shiroimoufu Language: Japanese

Summary: Illustration book with several pictures, (almost) no text

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Name: 一方その頃FELLとSWAPの世界では (Meanwhile, in the world of FELL and SWAP) Artist: suzumusi Language: Japanese

Summary (my guess, since I don't speak japanese): The Swap brothers meet the Fell brothers and two of them seriously need/want to get laid??? (The artist's humor surely is, erh, strange?)

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BEWARE - THIS IS AN R RATED DOUJINSHI

Name: 擬人化骨おじさん (Anthropomorphic Bone Uncle) Artist: kikakuyou Language: Japanese

Summary (my guess, since I don't speak japanese): A female adult Frisk wants to have "some fun" *COUGHCOUGH* with Sans but since he tends to fall asleep quickly due to low stamina, she asks Alphys for help. Alphys creates an energy drink and forces Sans to drink it. Because Gaster changed the mixture when Alphys wasn't looking, the energy drink has a different result than expected. Sans transforms into a human. With high stamina. *COUGHCOUGHWHEEZE*

(I've bought this one because of one single panel (the one where Sans has a human hand). I was too curious and now I live in shame, owning this douji.)

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Name: パスケルタトン (Paskeletaton) Artist: cokichi Language: Japanese

Summary (my guess, since I don't speak japanese): Papyrus tries to improve his cooking and gets help from monsters like Grillby and Toriel. Sadly every attempt fails and Papyrus loses hope but Sans is able to cheer him up.

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Name: Ring Artist: NUKADOKO / Tukemono Language: Japanese

Summary: Illustration book with several pictures of the different endings, (almost) no text

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Name: DROPS Artist: MAA Language: Japanese

Summary: Illustration book (Undertale and Deltarune) with several pictures, (almost) no text

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Name: LOVE - An Undertale Fanzine Artists: Several Language: English

Summary: A collection of artwork and fanfictions about the different places in the underground

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Name: THE SONS OF GASTER Artist: Sansybones Language: English

Summary: This is a collection of the stories "Darker Yet Darker" and "The Second Son of Gaster". They're about Sans, Papyrus and their relationship with Gaster. (And basically their backstory.)

[specialmindz]

“NYEH HEE HEE!”

“you having fun bro?”

“Yeah...you’s so nice to da’ baby Snas, I loves you good...” The baby bones continued to giggle happily while Flowey glared at him from the air vent.

“WHY do you have to say it like that? Can’t you say ‘I love you’ like a normal person? Why do you have to talk like baby Gollum?”

“You be ki-et tricksy flower! I’s dancing wit mah precious!”

“heh heh ha ha ha!”

Rolling his eyes, Flowey reached down with a vine and scooped up a nearby book. He couldn’t see what book he had, but it didn’t really matter; he had read all the books in the Nursery a thousand times already.

I wish I could leave the lab whenever I wanted, but I’m pretty sure I’ll burn up if I try to cross Hotland without Smiley.

The Lab entrance may have been only a few steps away from Waterfall, but the temperatures were still dangerous for plant life, and with no crystals to power the air purifiers in the Underground, Hotland had become even MORE deadly. The toxic gases from the volcanic activity had resulted in an increase of sick monsters; so much so, that the Medical Ward had to be expanded to accommodate them all.

Things are getting so bad down here...is Dad’s kingdom gonna fall? We have no power, no air, no jobs, no technology...

“Must be nice being a big stupid baby with no problems or responsibilities whatsoever.”

“Nyeh?” Papyrus looked at him quizzically. “What chu talkin’ bout’ Dirt-butt? I gots problems, BABY problems...”

“Oh yeah? What’s wrong? Did you run out of toys to break? New things to slobber all over?”

The baby bones crawled over to his toybox and reached inside, pulling out a box of crayons. “See here Dirt-butt? See these crayow-ns?” He turned the box upside down.

CLACK, CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK!

“nice pap.”

“They were pointy and nice once, but now they all flat and broked. Is real sad...”

“So?”

“So I can’t draw wit them good no more! I try and I try, but da’ paper get in the way and I gots to peel it off allll da’ time now.”

“Oh you poor poor thing,” said Flowey turning a page.

“Yeah...the broked ones confuse the baby, cause’ I doesn’t know all my colors yet and I thinks one of the two or-an-ges be red orange and it mess up my drawing!”

“I’m gonna start crying any minute.”

Spoiled little-

“Aw, don’t cry Dirt-butt! Snas gonna get me new cuhweres.”

“i’m getting you new colors?” Sans raised a brow. “and when exactly did i say that?”

“Just now Smiley. You’re soooo nice! Isn’t he the BEST Pappy?”

The baby nodded, smiling. “Yep! My big Buther treat me nice, even if he don’t wash my butt.”

“...What?”

“you can wash your own butt, and you can pick up all these crayons now too.”

“Nope. Can’t. I’s just a baby, so my hand-eye coooord-nation’s not good yet.” Papyrus picked up a crayon and promptly dropped it on the floor to illustrate his point.

“that was nowhere near the box.”

“I know, cause’ I’s a baby.”

“you didn’t even LOOK at it.”

“Cause’ I doesn’t know where it is. I don’t gots da’ object per-me-nance. Dat box is gone forever...”

“pick up your crayons papyrus.”

CA-CACK!

Flowey dropped the book he was reading down from the air vent and onto the floor nonchalant. It was obvious Papyrus was trolling, at least, it was obvious to him, but apparently Sans wasn’t catching on.

“I pick uuup...dis crayow-n.”

“noooo, you’ll pick up ALL of your crayons-”

“I pick up dis crayow-n and I draws on da’ wall.”

“and i’ll bust your little ass. DROP IT.”

“I’ll drop it when I’s done wit the wall-”

“PAPYRUS!”

“Would you be quiet Smiley? You’re giving him what he wants.”

“he wants me to yell at him?”

“He wants your ATTENTION-”

CACK, CACK CACK! 

“bro!”

“NYEH! Nnnnyeh!” Papyrus grabbed a handful of crayons and threw them at the air vent.

CACK CA-CACK CACK CACK!

“Yeah, way to break more of your crayons genius.”

“Nyeh hee hee hee! NYEH!”

CACK!

Sans sighed upon looking at the mess his brother was currently making. NOW he had to not only fit all the crayons in the box one by one (which he hated), but also FIND them all. His baby brother didn’t have a lot of toys, but he made up for it with how many pieces they were in; it would take forever to rummage through the colorful array of broken doll limbs, legos, puzzle pieces, drawings, and fluff from his torn up stuffed animals…

“why do you do these things pap? you know there are monsters out there that don’t have a single toy to play with and here you are breaking all of yours. you think that’s right?”

“Nyeh? Baby earned those toys! I’s da’ one dat go looking for them at the Dump and stuff! Those other babies can kiss my tiny hiney, is not MY fault they don’t search for stuffs like I do; they lazy as hell!”

“Um news flash brat, most babies don’t walk OR talk,” said Flowey frowning. “We just happen to be very unlucky with you.”

“So? They gots big buthers and sissies to do it for them. All they gots to do is cry and the bigger babies probly think ‘aww, my poor widdle buther/sister don’t gots any toys to pay wit. I should go out and get some for them cause’ they’re cute.’

“i’ve never thought that in my life, also, ‘bigger babies?’ i’m not a baby pap.”

“Nyeh heh heh, yes you are silly baby! You’s just fat and smart like me!”

“no really-“

“Except for da’ fat part.”

“…no really, I’m not a baby anymore.”

Friggen’  brat.

“Hm?” Papyrus looked at him with confusion. “But you smells like a baby…”

“because i’m always carrying you.”

“…And you’s bald like a baby…”

“because i’m a skeleton. dad’s bald too bro.”

“Yeah, but dat’s cause’ he old. Old peoples don’t gots hair Snas, erybody knows dat! Besides, you also cry like a baby and you pay baby games wit me.” 

“i don’t cry like a baby!” 

“Yes you do. You’s in denial big Buther. Ya’ gots to embrace da’ cute!”

Flowey picked up another book feeling slightly odd. It had always been quiet in HIS household. His mother and father spent most of their time reading, as did Chara who wasn’t a big talker to begin with, and that left Flowey with no one to really talk to. 

NOW all I want is for people to shut the hell up. Papyrus is so chatty...is he still talking?

He looked down between the slides in the air vent to see that the baby was, in fact, still causing problems.

“Is dat why you eat so much? You trying to get big faster Snas?”

“i’m not fat!”

“You racing baby to the sparklies? You’s trying to get there first?”

“shut up papyrus!”

“Uh oh! Looks like the baby’s cranky Pappy,” said Flowey suppressing a laugh. “You better stop or he’ll start crying again.”

“Nyeh? You cranky Snas?”

“NO!”

“You needs me to wash yo’ butt?”

“i need you to pick up these crayons!”

CA-THUMP!

Suddenly the door to the Nursery flew open with such force that the doorknob slammed into the wall. “Sans, could you PLEASE be quiet?! I’m in the middle of researching something very important and I don’t need another demon baby making noise! Really, I expected this sort of thing out of Papyrus, not from you!”

“HE WON’T PICK UP HIS CRAYONS DAD!”

“I don’t care! I’m very busy trying to save the Underground and I don’t have time for your childish nonsense!” And with that, the irate scientist turned to leave...only to find that a baby bones was now attached to his leg.

“Get off. My. LEG.”

“Kay’, but first you gotta tell Snas he a baby,” said Papyrus smiling at nothing.

“Why? So you two can argue some more? STOP CHEWING ON MY PANTS PAPYRUS!”

“Mamph...no.”

Gaster shook his leg furiously, unable to simply pry him off due to the amount of papers he was holding. “SANS! GET YOUR BROTHER BEFORE I THROW HIM ACROSS THE ROOM!”

“*sigh* alright, c’mere baby bro...”

“NYEH! NO!” Papyrus kicked his own leg at Sans as his older sibling came near, arms held out to pick him up. “Go way Snas, dis Pappy and Daddy time!”

“Noooo, this is the time to let go before you wind up in an orphanage!”

Not that anyone would take you. I’d probably be sued for emotional distress.

Ignoring his family, Papyrus snuggled up to his father’s leg, hoping to go for a ride. If he held on long enough, Sans and Gaster would eventually give up; that’s what they usually did anyway. 

“WHY do these three always have to fight? It was never this loud in MY family...” Flowey rubbed his temple with a vine, trying to will away a headache and keep himself from yelling. It was one thing if Papyrus found who he was, but it was altogether another if GASTER knew. He would no doubt be experimented on even if he DIDN’T know he was the prince, as there were no talking flowers in the Underground. 

In truth Flowey was taking a big risk even whispering to himself the way he was. Monsters these days that were sent to the Medical Ward were being reported as “deceased” later on, and he knew exactly why.

They were being drained of their magic.

In order to conduct power for the Underground, Gaster had turned to extracting magic from his patients. He planned to somehow convert it into electricity without the use of a crystal, but that meant he needed a large source of magic to experiment with and no one who knew about Papyrus and the rumors surrounding the lab would volunteer. It’s not like Flowey BLAMED them, or Gaster for that matter, but he wouldn’t want to be in their shoes either.

If this nerd isn’t using money as a lure, then he must not be getting paid as much as he used to. I guess since the royal guard is such trash, people are turning to crime rather than trying to find a job or whatever. That probably means they’re not paying their taxes too. No taxes means no money for Jibber-Jabber over here, and THAT means more dead monsters.

“Fools. They cause their own destruction.”

“Hm? What was that?” Gaster looked around the room, hearing a voice echo from somewhere.

OH CRAP!

The tiny plant put a leaf over his mouth, not trusting himself not to blurt out another sentence. 

DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT! 

HE’S GONNA FIND ME!

HE”S GONNA FIND ME!

WHY DID I HAVE TO RUN MY BIG STUPID MOUTH?!

“Nyeh heh heh heh! Weeee!” The baby bones laughed happily as Gaster began looking around the Nursery. 

He had definitely heard a voice.

Didn’t Sans say something about hearing voices...?  

“Whoever’s in here, come out. You’re violating the law. This area is off-limits to the public.”

Screw you nerd! I’m not stupid. Go back to whatever rock you crawled off of!

“he’s not gonna come out dad.”

DAMNIT SMILEY!

“he sometimes does, but mostly he stays in the air vent to avoid Papyrus.”

OH MY GOD I HATE YOU!

“Well your little friend just earned himself a trip to the Medical Ward.”

“huh? but he’s not si-DAD!” Sans cried out in horror as he watched his father turn the thermostat up.

“wait, stop! you’ll burn him!”

“He’s a criminal Sans. I gave him a chance to come out and he refused.”

“that doesn’t mean you can just kill him! TURN IT OFF!”

“Nnn..nyeh...? Snas?”

The kid comedian jumped for the thermostat, but came up short. “TURN IT OFF DAD! THIS ISN’T FUNNY!!” 

“Trespassing is not a joke child-”

“PAPYRUS MAKE HIM TURN IT OFF!!!”

“Hmph! As if that infant has any pow-” 

“Turn it off.”

“Hm?” Looking down, Gaster was greeted with a very annoyed baby, his eyes glowing a bright angry orange. “And why should I?” asked the scientist adjusting his weight. 

These papers are getting heavy...

“Cause’ I got your leg douche canoe. Turn it off or face baby’s wrath.”

“Psh, I am NOT scared of yo-AH!”

CROOSH!

Gaster yelped as the infant sunk his teeth into his leg causing him to drop his paperwork all over the floor.

“YOU LITTLE-RUH!”

“NYEHHHHHHHH!”

With an unexpected kick, Papyrus went flying across the room luckily landing in his brother’s arms.

“UHG, GOTCHA!”

 “Snas...”

“you freaking jerk! you can’t just kick a baby!”

“I didn’t kick him, I threw him off. I can do whatever I wish anyway, because I’M an adult!”

“YOU AH-BOOZE DA’ BABY!” 

“I didn’t kick you!”

“I’S TELLIN’ FLUFFY BUNS!”

“Fluffy what?”

“AH! MOTHER-FUCKER! WHO THE HELL TURNED ON THE THERMOSTAT?!” Flowey quickly stood upon the book he was reading to spare his roots from the metal flooring he had been previously on. “YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY YOU PSYCHOPATH?! WAIT TILL EVERYONE HEARS ABOUT WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO THESE MONSTERS! I’M TELLING THE KING, I’M TELLING YOU’RE ASSISTANTS, I’M TELLING YOUR MOTHER!” He blew on his roots to dull the pain he was in, glaring daggers at the scientist.

“I’m calling YOUR mother. What’s your phone number child?” asked Gaster getting out his phone.

“My number? Oh sure thing, I’m REALLY gonna give some CREEP MY phone number. GO BACK TO YOUR TORTURE ROOM AND LEAVE ME ALONE!”

“torture room...? what’s he talking about dad?”

“I’M TALKING ABOUT ALL THE SICK MONSTERS HE’S DRAINING MAGIC FROM TO FUEL HIS STUPID MACHINES!” yelled Flowey angrily. It probably wasn’t too good an idea to be spouting everything he knew about the royal scientist’s experiments, but he was already caught so…

If I’m going down, I’m taking him with me. EVERYbody’s gonna know about his crap! I don’t care HOW pissed this nerd gets!

And pissed he was. If he had spent more time exercising, Gaster would have no doubt crushed his phone he was squeezing it so hard. 

It would be difficult to make a healthy child disappear, as children were considered the Undergrounds second brightest hope. Parents all over were training them young in the ways of magic, praying that one day the combined strength of their little ones would one day be enough to break the barrier the parents had foolishly put up. If ANY child went missing, it was a big deal and the punishment was nothing to scoff at.

Grrah! I want this cretin DEAD, but his parents would go on a witch hunt looking for him and I’m already looking suspicious.

…

Then again, Sans said he was hearing this brat’s voice some time ago. How long has he been away from home I wonder? Do his parents even care that he’s gone? I’ve not heard word of any missing children as of late...

“How old are you, err…”

“Dirt-butt.”

“D-Dirt-butt. Right. How old are you Dirt-butt?”

“Nyeh hee hee hee hee!”

“Who cares?” replied Flowey stubbornly. “Why don’t you get lost idiot? I’m not looking to be friends with a murderer. I have a rep to think about, and every moment I’m seen talking to a nerd like you, damages it.”

“So you’re popular then?”

Damn.

“Of course I’m popular! I know everyone in the Underground and they ALL love me! I’m the cutest…fl-uh…flame elemental in the world.”

“You’re a flame elemental?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“A flame elemental who hates heat?”

“…”

“…”

“…Yes.”

There was a long pause before the scientist finally left the room with a sigh, not bothering to pick up his papers. Whoever this was obviously had no intention of telling him the truth.

I REALLY hope this little menace is a runaway, otherwise he could ruin everything. He won’t go to the public if he’s hiding from his parents, but if I’m wrong…

CA-THUNK!

“HA HA! SUCK IT NERD! I’m NOT a flame elemental and my name ISN’T Dirt-butt! HA HA HA HA HA HA!”

Score one for Flowey the Genius, ohhhh yeah!

C-CICK!

Papyrus gave Flowey a thumbs up whilst munching on a crayon. “Ho-way for Dir-butt!”

“...”

[it-refused]

Prompt:  Papyrus vs. a nest of annoying puppies +  Gaster being world's worst babysitter

Thank you @armonah!  Since you sent several prompts, I tried to combine a couple of them.  I hope you enjoy it!  This is my first real attempt at writing Gaster.

Rating: G

Characters: Papyrus, Gaster (as the skeleton brothers’ dad), Sans, Dogaressa, Dogamy, and Dogaressa and Dogamy’s puppies.  

Summary: There’s a small emergency in Dogaressa’s family and she and Dogamy need someone to watch their kids overnight.  Papyrus volunteers and Sans volunteers Gaster.  I made this into a post-pacifist AU where they somehow managed to bring Gaster back from the void.

The old man was sinking into the living room couch in a way Sans found relateable. Emotionally, obviously, not physically.  

"hey.  pops. uh.  mind the gap, there." 

Gaster started back awake, reforming fully onto the couch.  He never had the shape he had before his "fall," but Sans was getting used to his new look.

"[Thank you,]" he said, with his hands.  

"if i have to watch bro mop you outta the couch again, i'm getting nightmares."

Like his name summoned him, Papyrus burst in from the kitchen.  "WONDERFUL NEWS,  BELOVED FAMILY!  MY LONG LOST FATHER AND...MY SHORT AND USUALLY AROUND BROTHER?"  He skidded to a stop halfway across the living room.  

"round?  i guess that's what happens when you eat as many 'burgs as i do. you're..."  Sans winked. "...dependable.  everyone always knows where to find you."

"WE CAN GET INTO A DISCUSSION ABOUT YOUR EATING HABITS LATER, SANS!  I DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME."

"yeah. and a great chef like you always needs some extra thyme."

"THANK YOU FOR COMPLIMENTING MY SKILLS AS A CHEF, HOWEVER...NOW IS STILL NOT THE TIME.  NOT FOR THAT OR THE HERB PUN YOU TRIED TO SLIP BY MY KEEN, TRAGICALLY WELL DEVELOPED PUN SENSES."

"nothing gets past you, bro."

"[I herb you were good at that,]" Gaster said.  Sans hadn't been sure he was paying attention until that moment.

Papyrus sighed, loud and exasperated.  "DOES ANYONE ELSE HAVE SOMETHING THEY NEED TO EXPRESS, BEFORE I CAN SPEAK?"

"don't think of this as a...punishmint, papyrus," Sans said.

"[We clove you, son.]"

"WHY DID THINGS TURN OUT THIS WAY?" Papyrus asked.  "WOULD YOU LET ME SAY WHAT I MUST, BEFORE I HAVE TO...LEAF?"

"nice."

"NYEH-HEH-HEH!" He crossed his arms and lifted up his chin.  Unfortunately, he wasn't wearing a cape, so it couldn't blow dramatically behind him. "ANYWAY!  I HAVE BEEN GIVEN A VERY IMPORTANT, VERY IMMEDIATE TASK."

"you need help, or something?"  Sans didn't want to stand up.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!  I WANTED TO INFORM YOU THAT I WILL BE UNABLE TO COOK YOU A DELICIOUS, HEALTHY DINNER THIS EVENING.  BECAUSE I HAVE OTHER PLANS!"

"uh.  a date?" Would Papyrus call that a "task?"  ....Maybe?

"YOUR GUESS IS UNSURPRISING, AS I AM OF COURSE POPULAR ENOUGH TO DRAW ANY NUMBER OF ATTRACTIVE, SEXY SINGLES HELPLESSLY TOWARDS MY PERSON.  HOWEVER, IF I DID HAVE A DATE, IT WOULD HAVE TO BE A...RAIN DATE!"

"i get it."

"I HAVE BEEN ASKED TO BABYSIT," he explained.  "DOGAMY CALLED ME JUST A FEW MINUTES AGO.  APPARENTLY A MEMBER OF DOGARESSA'S FAMILY IS ILL, AND THEIR REGULAR BABYSITTER WILL NOT BE AVAILABLE UNTIL THE MORNING."

"oh.  guess you can't just drag six puppies to a hospital with you, or wherever."

"IT IS...INADVISABLE."  

"[Six?]"  Gaster's whole body shuddered.  "[Two was not easy.]"

"it's a few hours," Sans said.

"IT MAY NOT BE EASY FOR YOU, BUT IT WILL BE A BREEZE FOR SOMEONE LIKE ME," Papyrus said.  Sans could easily read the unease on his face.

"[Are you sure?]"  

"YES!"  Papyrus ran into his room, probably to pack a bag for overnight.

Gaster was staring at Sans.  It was a bad idea to look too long into the empty spaces of his uneven eye sockets.

"you want a chisp?" Sans asked.

"[It is too much.]  He continued to stare.  "[He is aware.  You are aware. We are all aware.]

"eh, he can handle it."  He really didn't want to get up.

"[...]"

It had been weird enough when Gaster would sign ellipses before he fell.  

Papyrus returned, briefly, carrying a heavy looking suitcase.  He dropped it on the floor by the door.

"hey, bro, how many kids have you watched?"  

He considered. "DOZENS!"

"at a time?"

"BROTHER, HOW MANY CHILDREN DOES FRISK COUNT AS?"

"probably one," Sans said.

"THAT IS THE NUMBER, THEN."

Maybe dad had a point.

"[You should ask someone to lend a hand,]" Gaster said.

"I CAN HANDLE THIS MYSELF!" Papyrus said, insulted and irritated.  "AND EVERYONE WAS ALREADY BUSY.  I WAS NOT THE FIRST ON THEIR LIST.  SO I WILL PROVE TO THEM THAT I SHOULD HAVE BEEN!"

"hey, dad," Sans said.  "what's the wd weather report today?"

"[I am...]" Gaster looked away.  "[The...the DARKNESS RISES UP.  THE CURRENT THREATENS.  PULLS.  So..]"  He shrugged, oddly.  "[ABOUT AVERAGE.]"

"that sucks," Sans said.

Papyrus ran back into his room, probably to pack another suitcase.

"[For...two meanings of the word.]"  His grin widened.  

Sans stared at him, and then laughed.  "wow.  the void's friendlier than i would've thought.”

"[. . .]”

"what."

"[Sans.  Wash your skull out.  With soap and water.]"  One of his hands waggled a finger in Sans' direction.  "[That is technically a third meaning.]"

"ok." Sans started to move, knowing he'd be stopped.

"[Never mind. Do Not Eat Soap.]"

They both remembered when Sans had been a kid, and - bolstered by his knowledge of a skeleton's near-immunity to food poisoning, and full of youthful scientific curiosity -  he had outright eaten a bar of soap when Gaster told him off for swearing.

"ok," Sans said.  He settled back down.  "just admit you thought it was funny, pops.  at least your upside down face thinks so."

"[He has bad taste]"

Papyrus returned with two more suitcases.

"so dad's feeling pretty ok today, and he wants to help you out.  he's watched two kids, and you've watched probably-one, so that's over half, right there."

"[Sans.]"  Gaster's face stretched in disapproval.  "[Children are not pleased when they see me.]"

"hey, you're just like their grandparents.  they'll love you."  Sans wasn't letting this get pushed onto him.  Anyway, it would probably be good for dad to get out and spend time with people who were used to monsters like him.  Yeah.  Sans was going to go with that.  It was for dad's own good.

Man.  This chair was comfortable.

"WELL, FATHER DOES NEED TO GET OUT MORE," Papyrus said, a little doubtful. "THIS COULD VERY WELL BE A GOOD IDEA."

"[THIS WILL END BADLY,]"  Gaster said.  "[Let's go.]"

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Papyrus' fingerbone wasn't even off the doorbell when the barking started.  Gaster understood enough dog to figure out that it was mostly just "Who's there?" shouted at the door over and over again.  The highest yipping bark kept telling them to go away.

Dogamy opened the door.  His fur was rumpled and he barely glanced at Gaster before letting them in.  He was in the middle of packing.  Dogaressa was sitting on the couch, two of her puppies on her lap.  They had been distracted by the doorbell, but the puppies looked like they had been crying.  Separation was difficult for very young children.

Once the young ones caught Papyrus' scent, the barking changed, and the four of them not sitting with Dogaressa ran over and started cheerfully nipping at him.  Dogamy tried to shoo them away as he explained the routine so he and Dogaressa could get going.

Gaster sunk back, uneasy around so many monsters.  He melted into a shadow, and only left it reluctantly when Papyrus called him over to shake paws with (and give a quick pat to) Dogaressa and Dogamy.  They sniffed him, and he wasn't sure they liked what they smelled, but they thanked him for helping out on such short notice.  They gave all their puppies a goodbye nuzzle and hurried out before the whining and wailing from the puppies could make them decide they had to stay.

Two minutes after they were gone, the whining stopped, and the puppies went back to sniffing at and trying to gnaw on Papyrus.  

"I AM GOING TO MAKE DINNER!  IT IS UNWISE TO EAT THE PERSON WHO IS GOING TO COOK FOR YOU!"

"[Play with them,]" Gaster suggested.  

His hands moving seemed to catch the attention of the puppies.  One of them growled, and then was shushed by another.  Gaster was having trouble telling them apart.

The boldest one approached him.  They sniffed.  Gaster was sure they couldn't see him all that well, when he wasn't moving.  He held out a hand and the puppy examined him.

They barked, excited, to their siblings.  "He smells like grandmas!"

"Grandmas?" The other puppies hurried over.  Six tiny wet little noses nudged against his hands.  They all barked the names they had for their amalgamate relative.  

Gaster felt a warm feeling swell within his broken soul.  He was not sure he would ever be a grandparent.  He didn't like the monster Papyrus was regularly dating, and he didn't think Sans would settle down.  Well.  He was in a permanent state of "settled down," actually.  He would have to unsettle if he started dating so he could resettle into a different position.  One that would give Gaster grandchildren.

He didn't bring it up.  He had been away for too long to feel comfortable even mentioning how much he would enjoy having a little baby bones running around calling him some cute nickname.  The puppies calling him "grandmas" and "geny" and so on made that desire suddenly overwhelming.  

He was supposed to be there to help Papyrus babysit, but...

"[I have some treats for you children,]" Gaster said.  The puppies didn't understand him, but they did understand the smell of the dog kibble he brought out of his inventory.  His original idea was that if they swamped him, he could throw the kibble and escape, but now he just wanted them to have it.

"DON'T GIVE THEM TOO MANY!  I HAVE A PROPER MEAL PLANNED AND IT WOULD BE AWFUL IF THEIR APPETITE WAS RUINED BEFORE THEY COULD EAT A DELICIOUS MEAL PROVIDED BY THE GREAT CHEF PAPYRUS."  

"[Right,]" Gaster said.  He laughed as one of the puppies licked his hand.  He gave her another handful of treats.

"DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID?"

"[Yes.  You're making dinner, correct?]"

"...FINE!  I WILL DO THAT, BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE."  

"[You children can call me grandpa if you like,]" Gaster said.  They still didn't understand him, but they liked watching his hands move around. Their vision would be average for dog monsters (he initially thought "poor," but that was a relative, subjective term that did not apply) so his hands would be blurry and indistinct.  

They didn't mind not understanding him.  Now that they knew he was a snack-providing adult, they were fine with him.

Gaster found some of their toys and tossed them for them, watching the puppies race around and bounce into each other.  They yipped in excitement.  When Papyrus returned with dinner, they were worked up into a complete frenzy. They had forgotten the toys and were nipping and chasing each other.

"THIS IS ABSOLUTE CHAOS," Papyrus said.  One of the puppies deliberately slammed into his leg, laughing, and Papyrus' chef hat fell onto the ground.  Another puppy jumped on it, and a third came over and sniffed at the sauce spill on Papyrus' apron.  They bit his apron there, trying to eat it.  A fourth puppy, catching on that something exciting was happening, ran over and grabbed Papyrus apron, too, apparently thinking they were playing tug of war with it.  

Papyrus waved his arms, trying to keep his balance.  The last two puppies were too busy yipping and nipping at each other to notice Papyrus.  

"[They are adorable,]" Gaster said.  "[They have so much energy. Above average, I think.  They remind me of you when you were their age.]"

"THAT IS A VERY SWEET, IF INCONVENIENTLY TIMED REMINISCENCE."  

The apron tore, and one of the puppies fell back, yelping in surprise.  She must have landed on her tail badly, because she started to howl.

Papyrus picked her up and checked her for injury (with the other puppy still hanging from his apron).  She calmed quickly, and when he set her down, she ran over to the two puppies still fighting and hopped in with them.

"DINNER IS READY, PUPPIES," Papyrus said, loud, trying to get their attention.

"Bones?" one of them asked.

"Bones!!" That word caught the attention of the rest of the dogs, and they all launched themselves at Papyrus.  He fell over under the onslaught.  

"NO!  IT IS IN THE KITCHEN!  IT DOES NOT MATTER HOW DELICIOUS MY ARM IS, WE ARE NOT HAVING IT FOR DINNER."  

Gaster got out his camera and took a few pictures.  This was the cutest thing he had ever seen, and he needed a permanent record of it for his archives.  

It took Papyrus a long time to get the puppies into the kitchen.  They didn't want to sit and settle down to eat.  When they finally did, the food was gone in seconds and they ran back into the living room spreading sauce everywhere and getting into trouble.  Papyrus chased after them, yelling about baths.  

The first, boldest puppy approached Gaster again.  They had sauce all over their muzzle. Gaster wiped at it a little bit with a tissue, but it didn't help much.

"Pets?" They asked.

Of course.  Gaster pet them.  There was sauce on his hand, now, but he didn't care.  He sat down on the couch and the puppy climbed into his lap, curled up, and fell asleep.

"OK!  YOU ARE WATCHING THAT ONE!  THANK YOU.  I WILL BATHE THE OTHER FIVE BY MYSELF, AND THEN WASH THAT ONE LATER, I GUESS."  Papyrus was holding three puppies and another two were playfully nipping at his ankles.  He was covered in sauce.

"[Ok.]"  Gaster pet the one he was responsible for.  They made adorable little snuffling noises in their sleep.

There was a lot of noise coming from the bathroom.  Gaster turned on the television.  

When Papyrus returned, he was soaking wet from head to toe.  His clothes dripped, and odd, sauce-colored suds stuck to him.  The puppies came with him. They were all very, very wet.  

"WE NEED MORE TOWELS," Papyrus said.  "I USED EVERY ONE THEY HAVE."

"[Paper towels?]" Gaster suggested.  He stayed where he was.  One of the wet puppies jumped up next to him, and he used one of Dogaressa and Dogamy's throw pillows to dry him off.  The puppy in Gaster's lap woke and shoved off their brother when he tried to climb on, too.

"[Now, now,]" Gaster said.  

When Papyrus returned, the puppies and him were dry again.

"THIS IS PROBABLY WHAT HELL IS LIKE," Papyrus said.  "THEY HAD A PACKAGE OF SIXTEEN ROLLS OF PAPER TOWELS IN THE PANTRY, AND I USED EVERY SINGLE ONE."

"[You are doing very well,]" Gaster said.  The puppies were all fluffy and even more adorable, now.  Papyrus had done an amazing job, in his opinion. "[If you sit down, maybe they will sit with you.]"  

Papyrus slumped on the couch next to Gaster like he was a puppet and someone had cut his strings.  The dogs were all worn out, and climbed on with him, piling up on Papyrus and each other until they were a warm, snoring mass.  

"WE SHOULD READ THEM A STORY," Papyrus said.  "THAT IS PART OF THEIR BEDTIME ROUTINE."

"[I would, but they don't understand me.]"

Papyrus sighed.  He wasn't going to get up and get a book, so he told the sleeping puppies his own favorite bedtime story from memory.  He trailed off at the end, and fell asleep himself.  

Gaster put a blanket over his son.  The blanket moved around from the pile of puppies concealed under it, to his amusement.  

He wasn't going to want to leave when the regular babysitter got there in the morning. He decided to stay awake and keep an eye on things, just so he could enjoy pretending to be a grandpa for a little while longer.

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Happy Anniversary, Undertale. 💙

I started this as a thank you to everyone who ever supported or enjoyed my fan comics, and what better time than to share it now. :)

[aus-from-undertale]

Gaster AUs

(Gaster doesn't necessarily need to be a protagonist but at least has to be one of the main characters!)

Epictale- Gaster takes over Frisk's soul and decides to free the monsterkind for the greater good (derogatory)

Handplate- Gaster, to help break the barrier, creates two skeletons specimen.

Darker yet darker- same concept as above but shorter and the story flows differently :P

Burstale- after Chara's 100th genocide route, Gaster has a proposition ;)

Refinedtale- everyone is alive and came back in this au! But things are not fine. The Gaster parts are lovely💕

Gaster's great escape- Chara traps Gaster in a world he created: Deltarune!

Don't have to hide- Sans is keeping a secret from his dadster

Forgettable au- An au where Papyrus is/was Gaster. What a terrible memory!

Leaf gaster bros- Au about the shenanigans of the skeleton bros, being the gaster the one with the most focus✨

Echotale- after some problems, Gaster and Sans merge together and with the help of an adult Frisk they have to fix the underground. (Does this count for the list? Lol)

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how actually bad is dingdong’s vision? (please allow me to call him that.) hes always wearing glasses so like id assume its pretty bad??? much relate.

you can call him dingdong, dingledangle, winkydink, wingdingus, wingdoofus, doctor dubs, dubba d, whatever you want since apparently i have total disregard for fictional characters’ feelings

but his vision’s definitely not 100%. Not absolutely terrible, more like a -1.5 or something (??? I have -7.5 so it’s hard for me to gauge lower numbers lol). He needs them but hates wearing them, so sometimes he uses magic to adjust his sight, which is why I draw him without glasses half the time. It’s distracting and exhausting, though, like squinting your eyes, so he ends up either caving or just dealing with burry farsight. :)

[leafaske]

and back to the void he runs

even after my hiatus, i still somehow reached 20k followers. that's a difficult number of people to wrap my head around.

thank you so much for being here. 💙

[leafaske]

i redrew the boy